#rnm blurb

[el-gilliath]

Thank you to the always lovely @andrea-lyn for tagging me on this. I don't do a lot of these any more, but they are always fun!

1. How many works do you have on Ao3? 41. I could have more if all my WIP's or blurbs were posted though

2. What's your total Ao3 word count? 228, 700. For 41 fics, I will take it.

3. What fandoms do you write for? None, at the moment. But The Old Guard and RNM could always tempt me back.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos? 1. Not complete without you (Joe/Nicky) 2. Of Trickery and Love Confessions (Steve/Danny) 3. Tumblr Ficlets (Mics) 4. I Thought You Didn't Love Me (Michael/Alex) 5. Because I Could Not Stop For Death (Michael/Alex)

5. Do you respond to comments? Yes I do. Sometimes it takes me forever, but at some point I will always respond.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Well there's always Sacrifice, my RNM fic where Alex dies.... I'm not gonna link it because people yell at me when they read that hehe.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Most of my fic have a somewhat happy ending, but probably Nachos which was a fun little one shot for the love of my life @christchex

8. Do you get hate on fics? Sure do. But I don't really mind, I find it funny that people get so invested that they just have to tell me they hate something. I'm weird like that.

9. Do you write smut? I do!

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you have written? I have written a crossover between Hannibal and RNM with @winged-fool called i know he knows that he’s killing me for mercy. I love that fic. And also You Take Me Home To Glory's Throne which is a Pacific Rim/Old Guard crossover witten with @andrea-lyn. One of my favorite passages ever written is in this fic.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not to my knowledge

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? Nope

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? Yes! i know he knows that he’s killing me for mercy and You Take Me Home To Glory's Throne

14. What's your all time favorite ship? Harry/Draco or Angel/Spike are ships I always come back to so those, probably. But I have so many

15. What is a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? It's not online any more so I won't mention it.

16. What are your writing strengths? Flow of language and pain. I like angst, okay.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? Battle scenes and heavy exposition.

18. Thoughts of writing dialogue in another language in fics? I don't mind that at all. Preferably one I speak but with a good translator I don't mind others either.

19. First fandom you wrote for? Harry Potter or Buffy.

20. Favorite fic you have written? Not complete without you. Making @andrea-lyn cry was the highlight of my writing career. And no, I am not joking. That fic just works in a way I don't know if I ever want to recreate.

I'm not gonna tag anyone but I would love for @winged-fool to do it :) So I guess I did tag you. Moahaha

[vhvrs]

rnm ever after having a blurb on the back abt how show accurate it is. whatever. oh its got at the end of his wits morty and garage freak whumpee rick? actually,

[dr-lizortecho]

ooooo okay very VERY intrigued by "Witches of Oasis", "Max and Iz meditating", and "Passion, Adventure, and even a little Danger"

Witches of Oasis: okay, so another RNM Vampire Diaries crossover, in which Tyler, Jeremy, and Bonnie are locating information on a particular witch coven except said witch coven is actually some of the oldest documented materials on Oatian’s

“Have I mentioned how freakin’ weird this is?” He grumbles while cutting the engine.

Bonnie grunts, not even looking up from the grimoire she’s been practically memorizing since they left Nevada. Her curls have come undone from her top knot and started to settle around her face, lips pursed and brows furrowed as she tries to decode whatever blurb she’d found on this Oasis they’re seeking. The witches there were supposed to hold the answers to the strange artifact they’d discovered.

“I guess I’m in charge of rooms?” Tyler asks, catching Jeremy’s eyes in the rear view mirror.

The other guy looks way immediately, their new found tension annoying at best. “I’ve got to call Elena,” Jer mumbles.

Tyler rolls his eyes and gets out of the vehicle, all too ready to take a long hot shower and pretend like he was back in Virginia. The giant cartoon alien pointing at the vacancy sign catches his attention.

“Great,” he sighs exasperatedly, “fucking dandy.”

Max and Is meditating: answered here <3

Passion, Adventure, and even a little Danger: so TVD and RNM are sadly my fav shows (as of now) so of course the RNM characters should live out the others story (and Liz as a vampire with baggage???)

“I do know why you’re here,” Liz’s voice is a drawl, her red lips drawn in a lopsided smirk. Everything about her body language is relaxed, even with the tense atmosphere.

Rosa sets her teeth on edge, fangs feeling uncomfortably tight. Her body instinctively knowing she was sharing space with a predator, a woman -or rather creature- who would willingly rip her throat out. If not for the pesky pact made between them. One Liz made sure was never forgotten, no matter how many bodies she stacked up outside Rosa’s doors.

“This is home,” Rosa says, not glancing up from her sketchbook. As if not giving Liz the attention she obviously craved could somehow stifle her want to be in Roswell.

“Max,” she says with an annoying lilt. “Maybe I should take him for a spin too. See what’s got you wrapped around his finger.”

ask about a wip <3

[spaceskam]

Alex had expected some things when he moved in with Michael Guerin. He knew he would constantly be tinkering with things, he knew he would probably disregard clothing most of the time, and he knew that he would have a personal heater every night when he went to bed.

What Alex hadn’t expected, however, was for Michael Guerin to be somewhat of a natural homemaker. He cooked, he cleaned, and he brought a sense of welcoming to the cabin that hadn’t been there before. On top of that, he was just constantly doting, constantly reminding Alex he loved him. It was a little weird at first and made Alex very flustered hearing it so often, but he couldn’t lie.

More often than not, Alex loved it.

“I love you,” Michael would say before he took out the garbage as if he wasn’t going to be right back. “I love you,” Michael would say with a kiss on whatever body part he could reach whenever Alex would walk past him. “I love you,” Michael would say every single night before bed and every single morning the moment he opened his eyes. “I love you,” Michael would say when he left for work. “I love you,” Michael would say with no action at all, just looking up at him across the room with a smile.

It was overwhelming and, on days where he was easily agitated, could feel annoying, but he couldn’t tell him to stop. He didn’t really know what prompted Michael to become so hamfisted with the love confession, but there was no way he could tell him to stop without sounding like an asshole. So he didn’t.

Except for one night, Alex climbed into bed beside Michael with curiosity on his mind. Michael gathered him up, kissed him with all the passion in the world, and whispered his routine ‘I love you’.

“Why do you tell me that so much?” Alex whispered. Michael’s grip on him loosened and he pulled away just a little bit. He saw something on Alex’s face that made him put some distance between them. “I’m not angry, I just don’t understand.”

“Do you want me to stop?” he asked. Alex didn’t have an answer. Sometimes yes, sometimes no. “Okay, I’m sorry, I’ll stop.”

Alex made a whine of protest, “No, no, don’t stop, I’m just wondering.”

Michael was quiet for a moment, his eyes avoiding Alex’s as he hesitantly reached to fiddle with the sleeve of his shirt. Alex waited patiently.

“I just... I know how it felt to grow up and never feel loved and how lonely that is. I want you to feel loved. I want you to know that you’re loved. Always,” Michael grumbled out, his voice managing to sound both sweet and annoyed at the same time. Alex gulped softly. “I’m sorry that I annoy you.”

“No, you don’t annoy me,” Alex said, scooting closer, “I love that you do it. I just wanted to make sure you weren’t doing it because you wanted to distract me.”

Michael furrowed his eyebrows. “Distract you from what?” 

“I don’t know, it’s stupid,” Alex sighed. Because it was. They were honest with each other completely. He couldn’t help but feel like his father had implanted doubt in his mind, even though it’d been years since he’d spoken to him. Why else would he feel like an ‘I love you’ required a devious motive? He hated that his mind was like that. “I love that you love me.”

“Thank God or else this might be a weird relationship,” Michael teased, moving in closer for a kiss.

A few days later, Alex looked over at Michael as he sat on the floor and tightened the screws on the barstools.

“Hey, Michael, I love you,” Alex called. Michael’s eyes flickered up to him.

“I love you too.”

Alex relaxed as Michael turned back to his work with a grin so wide it lit up his entire face.

[alexanderlightweight]

Too many to pick so here are a few sentences from a few!! (I have poor impulse control when it comes to writing)

Malec - Shadowhunters

The Bane of Brooklyn and Alexander Lightweight

“Darling,” Magnus said in delight, a wicked smile tugging on his lips even as his higher sensibilities screamed a warning; “is that a kitten in your pocket or are you just happy to see me.” 

In his peripherals he could see Maia’s frankly incredulous look, but it was the way Alec sent him an impressively unimpressed glare that made his heart beat faster.  Beneath that stern exterior, Magnus could see the crinkle of his eyes and the twitch of his lips from where he was hiding a smile.  

Alec leaned against the bar, amusement and something else softening his posture, “considering that it would a health code violation to have a kitten in my bar.”  Here he gave Magnus a pointed look, “I suppose I am just very happy to see you.”

-

Malec - Shadowhunters

Working Title: dragon!au

“You’ll keep the vows you swear to me?”  Alec asked carefully, sounding out the words as though they held some deep secret.

“Always.”  Magnus promised and Alec nodded against him, arms curling tightly around him.

“Then promise me this,” Alec asked and Magnus pressed a soft kiss to his jaw, “promise me that you’ll put yourself first.  That you’ll be safe.  That you won’t sacrifice parts of yourself in this crusade to save the world.”

“Alexander, that is-”

“Please Magnus,” Alec begged and oh, to make the guardian of Alicante beg was no small feat.  Only one that hurt Magnus to watch, “even if you never returned.  To know that you were safe, happy and healthy.  That would be enough.”

“Alexander, I would never be happy or healthy if I couldn’t return.  No, listen.  I have people to protect and I will do just that but then I will come back.  I will always find my way back to you.”

-

Malex - Roswell New Mexico 

Working Title: Spies in Space

"They said he lost all contact.  That he wasn’t able to get any communications out before his ship went down."  Michael said and he took a step forward.  

Even if Kyle hadn't spent the last eight years in the dregs of the universe, learning from the best of the worst, he would have recognized the danger in Michael's posture.  

"He didn't need to," Kyle admitted, "I was there.  I met him at the station and took a transport to the planet.  When he crashed, it wasn't too far off from our designated meeting place.  I found him in the wreckage."

Liz made a soft noise, one of sadness and pain but it was the rumble of bending metal that had Kyle's attention.  His alarm must have been clear because Isobel had stepped forward to press her hand against Michael's shoulder.

"At least you were there with him.  It was good that he had a friend, at the end."  Isobel said clearly in an attempt to soothe Michael.

Six Sentence Sunday

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[winged-fool]

RNM Create Week 2020 Day 7: Cheerleaders

For six days, creators have been reveling in all the love, so now it's the moment to give some of that love back. Tell us about those people who have helped you through your creative process, whether it's your beta or that particular person who's reblogged everything you've posted or commented on everything you've shared, or that person who's been holding your hand all the time while you worked hard on your creation. We want to know everything about them! We want to know those wonderful people who are helping you as a creator. You guys are an essential part of this fandom!

Sorry not sorry this is so long 💙

@exploring-in-space: Alix is my number one ride or die. She encourages me endlessly and in ways that I can never really articulate. Every time I come up with a crazy idea and bring it to her, she never judges me, she’s right there with me trying to figure out the best way to bring it to life. Not only that, but she’s an incredibly talented writer and I’m so lucky to have her as a sounding board. She deals with all my RNM rants and if you think I rant a lot on here just imagine all the garbage that she has to listen to first.

My Salt Squad: @insidious-intent @caitlesshea @themoonwhenimlost the best salt people I could ever ask for. Every time I come to them with a salty take they all validate me and don't make me feel like a horrible person hahaha you all are some of my favorite people in this fandom!

Finer Things Club: @el-gilliath @christchex @nielrian who distracted me and cheered me up when RNM was breaking my heart. A special shout out to Tove who held my hand through almost every episode and constantly encourages me! We’re co-writing our Big Bang and even though I’m the slowest writer ever, she is so understanding and patient 💙💙

@female-overlord-3: an absolute sweetheart 💙 I look forward to your comments on my fics and always enjoy every post you send my way

@bamfalexmanes : my favorite tormentor hahaha Gabrielle is constantly picking on me and it's just so fun. You'll never get me to love forlex! 😂 And of course my pic crew pal 💙

@usbournejez: you are always so kind to me, you believe in my writing in a way I don't think I deserve haha but it means so much to me because I love your writing so much 💙

@hmd023: this isn’t just a shout out for being an amazing person to me but to everyone in this fandom! I’m always seeing you in people’s ask boxes complimenting their writing or sending prompts and it’s so wonderfully refreshing to have all your positivity in this fandom. And I always remember you as my International Relations bud 🤣

@grampire: we haven’t been mutuals for long but I am soo glad that we are! You have been such an awesome cheerleader for me and so supportive of my dark fics. Dark fics can be a little niche which I totally recognize so it’s always so awesome when I find other people who love them as much as me 💙

@captainsorryimabadass: same as above! you’ve been such an incredible supporter of my dark fics and it makes me so happy! Plus we’re both hannigram trash and that automatically makes you one of my favorite people :D

@habibinasir: We don’t talk that often, but when we do, we have some of the funniest conversations. I feel like you really get my stupid sense of humor which is an automatic plus in my book! Plus we commiserated with each other every week when RNM Season 2 was airing and had a lot of the same what the fuck thoughts hahaha

@queersirius: you make some of my favorite gifs in this fandom and I absolutely love seeing them! They’ve inspired me to write little blurbs that eventually become longer fics! And you’re so generous with your time to create such an incredibly comprehensive list of recs that I’ve been lucky enough to be featured on. You’re such a positive person in this fandom, I absolutely love seeing you on my dash.

To the amazing authors in this fandom that still take the time to read my stuff, you all are so amazing because I know you’re busy with your own stuff but you’re still so generous with your time: @aewriting @prouvaireafterdark @spaceskam @chamblerstara/@manesalex @lambourngb @ninswhimsy

And of course my treasured mutuals: @lovecolibri @sungbeen @draculaspetbee @fairymonk @imrollingmyeyes @i-had-a-marvelous-time @ravens-world @fiona-glenanne-westen @bisexualalienss

I know I’m missing others and I’m sorry if I did forget you, it’s not personal I’m just a mess who is always forgetting things! I could say something about every single one of my mutuals and followers. You all are so great. Every time you like or reblog my nonsense, every ask and message I receive, I consider us friends. I know this fandom can be a little negative sometimes but I’m honestly so grateful for all the wonderful people in my little space. You all are the best 💙💙💙

[fandomshatepeopleofcolor]

Ok I'm like 100% on your side of this whole RNM argument and I'm so happy to see people defending Maria (and Im so sorry for all the hate you've been getting I myself have been staying away from all of it because I don't want to deal with the people who hate her so thank you) but I was surprised I mean you think Keanu Reeves is not white passing but that Tyler Blackburn is? I'm so confused

thank you for your kind words! I don’t blame you!  if you ever want us to address something in te tags go ahead and send it in via submit! or if you do an ask just take out the periods. 

well for one thing Keanu Reeves has been very straightforward about where exactly his nonwhite heritage comes from.  from his wikipedia https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Keanu_Reeves

“ Keanu Charles Reeves was born in Beirut on September 2, 1964, as the son of Patricia (née Taylor), a costume designer and performer, and Samuel Nowlin Reeves Jr. His mother is English, originating from Essex.[5] Reeves Jr. is from Hawaii, and is of Chinese, English, Irish, Native Hawaiian, and Portuguese descent.[6][7][8][9][10] “

and compare that to tyler blackburn’s wiki https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tyler_Blackburn : 

“ Blackburn was born in Burbank, California.[citation needed] He has three brothers and a sister.[3] He is of English, Welsh, Czech, Swedish, and Native American (Cherokee) descent.[4] “

From Keanus blurb you can guess he’s a bit more than 25% nonwhite (maybe 37%). But you can’t tell with Tyler’s but you can see that the white heritage dominates.

Like to me Keanu looks mixed but I strongly suspect that the backlash from white people about his acting is from the ones that don’t want to admit he looks nonwhite to them. 

plus Keanu has played some nonwhite roles. and up to this point all of tyler’s roles have been white.

mod mal

[spaceskam]

"Manes!"

Alex's head shot up at the sound of Mr. Vosburg's voice snapped through the class.

"Here," he answered absentmindedly. Snickering filled the room and Mr. Vosburg looked more than slightly annoyed, both telling him he had answered wrong.

"Where is Mr. Guerin?" Mr. Vosburg demanded. Alex furrowed his eyebrows. He'd spoken to the guy maybe once and that was during freshman year biology. They'd done a project together, most of which consisted of Michael rambling excitedly about things that went over Alex's head. The only thing he retained from their conversations was that he was really fucking cute.

"I don't know," Alex replied honestly, though a bit more hostile than he probably should've. Mr. Vosburg narrowed his eyes at him. "Literally why would I know?"

"I know your kind," Mr. Vosburg damn near sneered, "All you delinquents know each other." Alex wanted to point out that the worst thing he'd done in his life was wear makeup and break Joey Kline's nose (for valid purposes), but he didn't vocalize it.

"Okay?" Alex asked, dragging the word out as he waited for him to make a point.

"Go find him!" he shouted. Alex's eyebrows came together again in confusion.

"What?"

"Go find him!"

"I don't know where he is!"

"Check all your little hiding spots and find him or you can just take yourself to the principal's office!"

Alex stared at him for a moment before resigning, holding his hands up in defense as he stood. He was getting a free pass to skip class, who was he to argue that? So he didn't. He just got up and left under the pretense that he'd find the missing delinquent.

As Alex roamed the halls aimlessly, he tried to think of what Michael Guerin had done to get labeled a delinquent. Sure, he was poor and his clothes reflected that, but that's about as telling as it got. He wasn't brash or violent or bad in school. He was late sometimes, but he usually made up for it with sheer charm and stunning grades. How the fuck was he a delinquent?

Alex had no real intention to find him. He had assumed the guy was just out sick or maybe was taking a day off from Shitville. However, as he passed the sad excuse for a music room, he heard quiet plucking when no one should've been in there.

He gently tapped the loose door, peering through the crack. Michael Guerin was sitting on the floor in the corner in the dark, plucking away at Alex's guitar. He moved his hands in a way he'd only seen classical guitarists move, no strumming to be seen, but the way he held the neck told Alex he was self taught. He was damn good for being self taught.

Alex kicked the door the rest of the way open. Michael stopped playing the moment light from the hall flooded in.

"You know that's mine, right?" Alex asked, raising an eyebrow to the boy on the floor. Michael blinked innocently.

"I didn't break it, did I?" Michael retorted, not budging. Alex leaned against the door frame and allowed himself to take Michael in.

Most of the school was at least kind of aware Alex was queer. They either were outwardly hateful, quietly indifferent, or didn't actually give a shit. Alex didn't like to beat around the bush on finding out who for where. When Michael didn't seem to have anything more than a smirk for the way he was looking at him, he decided that Michael was happily in the category of not giving a shit. He was more than a little pleased by that.

"I was sent on a manhunt for you. Apparently Mr. Vosburg assumed since neither of us dress acceptably that we were friends," Alex explained. Michael licked his lips, standing to his feet. He was taller and broader than the last time Alex had actually taken the time to check him out. But he did remember the last time because that was in PE of sophomore year and all the guys made fun of Michael for taking his shirt off "like a girl". Alex still didn't know what the hell that meant.

"Sounds very judgemental of him. I'm not a fan of judgemental people," Michael said, giving Alex the faintest once over as he put the guitar in it's stand. As small as the look was, it had Alex frozen in place. Guys didn't look at him like that. Especially not while saying stuff like that.

"Me neither," Alex said, trying to pass it off like he hadn't been flustered by the virtually nonexistent look. Michael chewed on his bottom lip, shoving his hands in his pockets.

"I know."

They stared at each other for a moment and Alex began to wonder if this was supposed to be one of those super manly tests on who looks away first. He stared a little firmer. Michael grinned.

"He could be right," he said, "We could be friends." Alex didn't react. This felt like the beginning to a trick. "Nah, you're right. They'd never believe two dudes as hot as us weren't banging."

"Excuse me?" Alex said before he could help himself, staring at him incredulously for the words he'd just said. What was that supposed to mean?

Michael smiled brighter.

"Relax, Manes, I'm fucking with you," he laughed, stepping closer, "Well, kinda. If we hung out, people would definitely think we were banging. It's just, you know, up in the air if they'd be right or not."

Michael slipped past Alex with way more touching that Alex usually allowed, his body touching him as much as humanly possible. Alex couldn't even breathe.

"Thanks for saving me from delinquent behavior, Alex, you really are the man of my dreams."

Alex didn't move for awhile after Michael was gone because literally what the fuck. Just. What? What? He spent awhile just trying to figure out if he was making fun of him or if he'd actually been flirting with him.

And boy was he pleased when he finally got the answer.

[spaceskam]

"Stop."

"No."

"Your foot is cold."

"I know, that's exactly why I put it against your warm back."

Michael groaned as he sleepily tried to wiggle away from him Alex. He didn't get far and, even if he had, Alex's leg was long enough to follow him across the bed. He was just stuck with Alex's cold skin.

"Are you sure you aren't dying of hypothermia?" Michael grumbled, turning to face Alex and willing taking his foot between his hands. He rubbed it weakly, trying to warm him up as best he could.

"Yeah, it's just cold outside," Alex said softly.

Michael eventually opened his eyes to see Alex wide awake as if it wasn't somewhere around four in the morning. He moved one of his hands up to the back of Alex's knee and tugged him closer.

"Have you slept at all yet?"

"I literally just got in bed, hence the cold foot."

"And what time do you have to be up for work?"

"In two hours."

"Alex," Michael sighed, his tone showing just how tired of this he was.

It seemed like every night, Michael would go to bed at 11 PM and Alex would go to his office. He would indeed come to bed eventually, but usually when it was in the early hours of the morning. Most nights he would poke and prod at Michael until he woke up either to get kisses or sex or even just sleepy conversation and cuddles. As nice as that was, he was beginning to question when exactly Alex slept. If he slept.

"I'm not tired. I'm still not tired, I just figured I should try to get some sleep," Alex said, moving in closer to press a kiss to Michael's lips even with his leg bent between them.

"Tonight, come to bed when I go to bed," Michael said against his lips. Alex sighed and went to say he couldn't promise it, but Michael shook his head. "I bet your feet won't be as cold if you go to bed earlier."

Alex laughed softly, "Oh yeah? Is that how that works?"

"Yep. Besides, I'll have more energy then and we'll figure out a way to tire you out," Michael promised with a smile, releasing his foot completely to pull him in all the way. Alex's knee slipped between his thighs, their bodies locking together easily like always.

"I'll hold you to that," Alex said, giving one last kiss before nuzzling his face into the crook of his neck. Michael let his eyes close again, desperate to get back the last few hours of sleep and hoping Alex got them too.

"Love you too, Alex."

[spaceskam]

"Wanna do something stupid?"

"Always."

Alex grinned lazily as Michael chewed on his lip, calloused fingers combing through his sweat matted hair. He was in a state of bliss that didn't seem to have any sign of stopping.

"You know how Sanders is closing the shop in a few months?" Michael asked and Alex nodded. He remembered clearly when Sanders had announced it because it had sent Michael into a fucking panic up until the moment Sanders had approached him about possibly taking over. "Well I was thinking I could take Sanders offer, but instead just move it."

"Move it where?" Alex wondered, mindlessly touching Michael's shoulders because he could.

"Closer, in town. There's that closed up store a few blocks away from the Crashdown that has a garage in the back. We could buy it, revamp the inside to make it sort of like a little mom and pop shop. You could run the front, I run the back. It'd give us something together and give you a way to get out of the military with something to fall back on," Michael suggested. Alex raised an eyebrow.

"You want to open a business together?" Alex asked and Michael shrugged, following it with a nod, "How are you so sure it'd survive? Neither of us know anything on how to run a business."

"I do a little bit, I've basically been running Sanders for years. All my clients would come there at least and I know a lot of the people I do handy work for would at least be supportive. Mr. Ortecho can help with, like, the other business stuff. I don't know, its just an idea."

"It sounds like you've thought this through, though," Alex noted, smiling a little bit wider. It wasn't the worst idea he'd ever heard. Plus, he wouldn't mind having something to do that wasn't military.

The only thing that concerned him was how grounding a business was. If someone got wind of what Michael was, it'd be hard to leave. On top of that, they'd be putting all their eggs in one basket. But then again, the idea of having something that was theirs was more than a little appealing.

So Alex moved in for a kiss.

"Guess we should get to planning then."

[spaceskam]

"So, theoretically, if one were to orbit the earth faster than the speed of light, therefore altering and/or becoming apart of spacetime geometrics, by the time they got back to earth, it would seem like they time traveled. Right?"

Alex slowly looked up to his boyfriend who was splayed upside down on the couch, his head hanging and his curls stretching towards the floor. He had a notebook on his chest with million different equations that surpassed Alex's understanding just casually written across it, not a calculator in sight.

"Michael, I'm sorry, but I genuinely don't have a response," Alex said, huffing a laugh. Michael pursed his lips for a minute before nodding.

"Okay. I bet Liz has an opinion."

"I have no doubt that she does."

"Okay. Good talk."

"Was it, though?" he chuckled. Michael gave him a sweet little smile and a nod before grabbing his phone off the table and typing out the question to Liz. "So you trying to leave me or something?"

Michael scoffed loudly, dropping his phone to look at Alex with an incredulous expression. "No, never. I just wanna know, you know?"

"I know. Just double checking." Alex hummed. Michael gave a little smirk, twisting off the couch and landing on the floor in the least graceful way possible. Alex bit back a laugh and let the man come to him, sitting on his lap and draping his arms around his neck.

"I finally got you, why would I ever leave you?" he asked, peppering small kisses all over Alex's face. Alex pulled him closer with a laugh, feeling a little more than blissful for the affection he got to have all the time now.

"People choose their passion over their love life all the time," Alex pointed out, his words getting quieter towards the end as Michael went to capture his lips in a kiss.

"You are my passion," Michael answered simply against his mouth, pressing in a bit harder. Alex squeezed Michael thigh, massaging his way up slowly and methodically until he started earning a few moans.

Michael's fingers weaved into his hair, tugging ever so gently as Alex started to kiss down his neck. His skin was soft and tasted vaguely of sweat and that weirdly fancy body wash Isobel bought him to keep him from smelling too bad. It was effective and borderline addictive.

Just as Michael had moved to straddle him and started moving his hips, his phone went off. He used his mind to bring the phone to him. Alex sighed impatiently when Michael stopped moving and even pulled away. It was only made up for by that proud smile on his lips.

"Liz said yeah. I win."

And Alex smiled, cupping his cheeks to pull him in all over again.

"Me too."

[spaceskam]

"Alex, I'm scared."

Alex looked over to where Michael was clutching the seat so tight his hands were white. For a man who dreamed of taking off in a spaceship for so many years of his life, he seemed awfully terrified of flying.

Alex had been on countless planes in his lifetime and flown more than a couple dozen in his time in the Airforce. He had his pilot's license and everything, something Michael had checked eight times on the drive here. When Alex had told him his friend was letting him take his Cessna for a spin, he'd seemed excited. Now... not so much.

"Don't be. You'll love it once we're up there and I'll be right here the whole time," Alex promised, "Don't you trust me?"

"I do, I just... How many of these specific planes have you flown?" Michael asked. Alex snorted as he held out his hand. Michael reluctantly let go to grasp it and Alex smiled at the cool feeling of his wedding band against his skin. You know, ignoring the sweat.

"A ton," Alex said though he may have been exaggerating. He'd only flown a Cessna maybe three or four times, but one of those times he'd been drunk and another time it'd been really dark. He had no doubt he'd be fine now.

"Uh-huh and when's the last time this plane was inspected?"

"Two weeks ago."

"Did it pass?"

"Flying colors. And I double checked everything before I even let you get on."

"How old is it?"

"Three years."

"Is that safe?"

"Absolutely."

"When was the last time you got your pilot's license renewed and when was the last time you've flown?"

Alex snorted as he leaned closer, gripping Michael's hand in both of his. "Michael, it's going to be fine. But if you're really that scared, we don't have to. I don't want to scare you."

Michael closed his eyes and took a deep, slow breath. He squeezed Alex's hand and Alex let him, waiting patiently for his response. He missed flying badly, but his first time back in the air really didn't need to be now. Especially when Michael was about 5 seconds away from losing it and they hadn't even moved.

"No, you know what, if I don't do this, I'll regret it. So let's go. I'll be fine," Michael decided, opening his eyes with newfound determination. Alex grinned.

"You absolutely sure?"

"Yeah I think this is just residual nerves from when my spaceship crashed and resulted in tons of my people getting brutally murdered," Michael said so nonchalantly that Alex paused, wondering how much sarcasm was in it. When Michael looked to him though, eyes full of trust, he knew there wasn't much. "Getting back in the air feels like a special kind of 'fuck you'."

Alex smiled and leaned forward to give him a sweet kiss before he let go completely and turned to the controls. Michael returned to gripping the seat tightly, but Alex let him. Whatever made him feel comfortable.

What else were husbands for?

[spaceskam]

“Kyle, I am going to kill you.”

Kyle looked up from his notebook to see Alex stalking into the Project Shepard bunker looking freshly annoyed. He blinked innocently and tilted his head to the side.

“What did I do that calls for murder?” he asked. Alex huffed an angry breath.

“Michael has been singing Taylor Swift lyrics nonstop for the past 36 hours. It is borderline traumatic. He can’t sing and he sure as hell shouldn’t be singing the lyrics written by a teenage girl about fucking Romeo and Juliet,” Alex ranted. Kyle really tried to hide the smile that was pulling at his lips but come on. Michael Guerin singing Taylor Swift? Priceless. “Oh, no, this gets worse. He’s been obsessing chronologically. When I left, he was all but choreographing his own routine to Look What You Made Me Do.” 

“I’m failing to hear why I’m the one getting killed for what sounds like your boyfriend having a good time,” he said, laughter bubbling in his chest. Alex was not amused.

“You’re the one who introduced him to it!”

“Why do you think that? She’s one of the biggest singers of our generation, he could’ve just come across it on his own,” Kyle argued even though he knew he really was the one who got him into it. Michael Guerin was too manly to listen to it on his own accord, so Kyle started playing it in the background when they worked out together. Clearly it worked.

“Yeah, right. Make it stop, I’m going insane. It’s too much. We haven’t had a conversation that hasn’t immediately reminded him of Taylor Swift lyrics,” Alex complained. Kyle nonchalantly rubbed his hand over his lips. God, this was too good to be true.

“Well, I can’t tell him what to do, I-” Before he could finish, Alex’s phone started ringing. 

“Great, he’s video chatting me,” Alex grumbled, answering the phone. It barely lasted a second before muffled upbeat music started playing.

“HEY KIDS! SPELLING IS FUN!”

“Please kill me.” 

[spaceskam]

"Let's go to Vegas."

Alex rubbed his eyes, shielding the sun away as he reluctantly forced himself awake. Michael was laying on top of him with his chin propped his chest. He was smiling way too vibrantly for whatever o'clock in the morning.

"Huh?"

"Let's go to Vegas," Michael repeated, moving just enough to press a sweet kiss to Alex's chest.

"Vegas? Why?"

"I wanna get married."

Alright, that's one way to wake someone up.

"You just wanna get married? Didn't bother asking?" Alex chuckled, digging the sleep out of his eyes. Michael moved closer, peppering kisses all over before pressing a kiss to his lips.

"Marry me. Come to Vegas with me and marry me and make me the luckiest man in the whole world. I'm tired of fucking around, I want you forever," Michael gushed, fiddling with Alex's hair and pressing more kisses to his cheeks.

"Oh yeah, and where'd this come from?" Alex asked, cupping his cheek and kissing him deeply. He had to push down the giddy feeling he had ripping through him. It was one hell of a way to be woken up.

"Its not really that new. I've been looking at rings to propose, but I just... When have we ever wanted to be super public? If I propose to you like that, the Isobel's gonna force us into a big wedding and I don't want that and I know you don't. I just want you and me and forever. So I was thinking we could elope," Michael said, his fingers tapping out a silent melody against Alex's collarbone. And, honestly, it sounded good. Better than good.

Perfect.

"Alright, let's go to Vegas."

[spaceskam]

short and sweet and acetone kisses for @prouvaireafterdark

“That was the meanest thing you’ve ever done.”

“I’m not sorry.”

Alex could see Michael pouting through the mirror as he vigorously brushed his tongue.

“You started gagging when I kissed you! You’re not sorry about that?” Michael asked, pouting a little harder when Alex shook his head, “You’re so mean. My poor heart. I ache.”

“I thought we discussed no more acetone,” Alex scolded. Michael’s pout morphed into that oh-so-innocent look he had.

“I had a headache.” Alex scowled at him through the mirror.

In Michael’s defense, Alex did have a couple of drinks in his system and he hadn’t noticed the acetone when he’d gone in for a kiss. It wouldn’t until Michael decided to go straight from a chaste little closed-mouth kiss to shoving his tongue in Alex’s throat that he got a mouth full of straight acetone. He knew that Michael tended to mix it with drinks and, over their 10 years together, he’d gotten a little taste here and there, but it was usually much more overpowered by whiskey. Tonight, however, it was way too much.

“That shit’s fucking disgusting. I don’t know how you drink it,” Alex grumbled after he rinsed his mouth out one last time. The taste was pretty much gone two rounds of mouthwash ago, but he didn’t want to risk having that aftertaste in his mouth.

“It’s just strong, but it’s not bad. Like whiskey,” Michael said. Alex scoffed.

“Whiskey is horrible.”

“Well, you don’t gag when you kiss me when I taste like that.”

“That doesn’t taste like nail polish remover!”

Michael sighed softly, holding his hands up in defeat. “Fine, fine. So, now that you’ve brushed your teeth, can I have a kiss?” Alex took a slow breath, pinching the bridge of his nose. God, he was infuriating.

“You still taste like acetone. Brush your teeth a few times and, like, down a bottle of mouthwash and I might let you sleep in my bed instead of the couch.”

Michael groaned dramatically, resting his head against the wall as he continued pouting. It might’ve been cute if Alex didn’t know he was basically high off his ass on the alien equivalent to morphine.

“You really need to stop, Michael, seriously. It’s not funny,” Alex said. He knew he wasn’t the best at helping. He drank himself and he knew that it made it harder to get sober whenever the person he lived with and kissed occasionally smelled like alcohol or was drinking. But, still, Michael needed to cut acetone out completely if he wanted to get sober. One bad habit fed the other.

“I know, okay? I’m working on it,” Michael agreed, nodding his head. Alex grabbed Michael’s toothbrush from the counter before moving closer.

“I’m not helping, I know. I’ll help from now on. Tomorrow, we’ll get rid of all the alcohol and acetone in the house, sound good? No more temptation, not from me,” Alex said. He wasn’t nearly as bad as Michael when it came to alcohol, but he definitely did like a glass of wine at the end of the day. It wouldn’t be his favorite thing to cut that out, but he would do it. If it meant getting a levelheaded boyfriend, he would do it.

“Then you’ll kiss me more, right?” Michael clarified, raising a cautious eyebrow as he watched Alex come closer. Alex smiled and pressed the toothbrush into his chest.

“Oh, absolutely. All the time. And they’ll all taste so much better,” Alex said, leaving a kiss on his cheek and backing up before Michael could try to go in for another kiss.

“Fine. I’ll try harder,” Michael agreed, grasping Alex’s hand and the toothbrush and pressing a kiss into Alex’s wrist. Alex smiled.

“That’s all I’m asking.”

[spaceskam]

"You look like you haven't slept in a week."

"Because I haven't."

Kyle raised an eyebrow as Alex trudged his way into the Project Shepard bunker, rubbing his fist against his eye. He looked exhausted. Which was saying something because Kyle was the one who was a doctor and hadn't had a day off in four days.

"Why?"

"Well, Guerin moved in over the weekend," Alex started with a sigh and Kyle's eyes nearly bulged out of his head.

"Nevermind, don't need to hear it."

"No, it's not sex. If it was sex, I might actually be able to tire him out," Alex groaned and Kyle tried not to make a face, "He just has never had, like, TV before and now he has access to my Hulu and Netflix and HBO—which is fine. Having multiple points of stimulation helps him focus, so it's good for him. But holy shit, that man never sleeps, it's been a solid week of the Smallville theme song playing on 45 minute intervals."

Kyle snorted, "Dude, just ask him to turn it down."

Alex made a face like he had lost his mind. "And make him feel like he's not wanted and it's not his home? No thanks."

"I don't feel bad for you then," Kyle said simply. Alex repeated him in a mocking tone, beginning to type into the computer.

Yeah, dude really needed to sleep.