#and then these motherfuckers come rolling onto stream a few hours later like GUYS GUESS WHAT
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wait. Dream walked in and stayed with an otherwise fully capable and unrelated 26 year old man at the doctor’s while wearing the most noticeable rainbow bead bracelet ever like ofc the nurse is going to accidentally clock you guys as a couple brother you set yourself up
#watching the gifs and realizing#like it’s cute I think he should wear it all the time if he likes it#but in retrospect she was probably just trying to be subtly supportive 😭😭#and then these motherfuckers come rolling onto stream a few hours later like GUYS GUESS WHAT#🤦♀️🤦♀️🤦♀️#lyss.dnf
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Just a Goodbye
My version for @pastelwitchling
“You’ve been an asshole lately. What’s going on?”
Michael froze with a fry to his lips, eyebrows knit together. “Nothing’s going on, asshole.” He tossed the fry at Max and they laughed. It had been a long road back, rebuilding their relationship but today, sitting together at the Crashdown, he felt content.
“Seriously though,” Max took a sip of his shake, eyes shifting over to watch Liz greet a new set of customers. “You’ve been more surly than usual. Snippy.”
Shrugging, Michael kept his eyes on his food. “I dunno. I guess I’ve been feeling, kind of, wound up?”
“Everything okay with Maria?”
Michael nodded, taking a bite of his burger and resisting the urge to spit it out. Everything tasted like nothing lately. “Yeah we’re fine.”
With a smirk, Max muttered, “romantic.”
The truth was something wasn’t sitting right anymore. The time he spent with Maria had always been quiet, no expectations, no fear, no nerves. He could just exist and laugh and breath. But lately it didn’t feel like enough.
“I’ve been wanting simple for a long time, you know? Someone not so tangled up in our extraterrestrial bullshit that they couldn’t just be with me. And Maria is perfect. I can just be myself. No pressure.”
“So, what’s the problem?”
Rolling his eyes, he stole Max’s shake and took a big gulp, ignoring the stink eye he got in return.
“Alex.”
“Alex?”
“Alex.”
“Why Alex? I thought you guys were friends?”
Michael scoffed, drawing designs in the green froth with the straw. “Can you just be friends with someone you love?”
“I’d never be able to be Liz’s friend after all this.” Michael looked up to witness Max’s dreamy gaze drift back to Liz who stuck her tongue out and winked back. “But I also can’t imagine not having her in my life so, I guess I don’t know…hey!”
Max wiped the milkshake Michael had flicked in his direction off his face.
“Thank you, Maxwell. Very helpful.”
“Well I don’t know! If you love Alex why the hell are you with Maria?”
“I just told you why!”
“You just told me why you decided to be with Maria in the first place. You didn’t explain why you’re still with her.”
“Oh, shut up, Deputy.”
They both chuckled and went back to their food, Michael mindlessly shoving one fry after another into his mouth while his mind raced. He thought he loved Maria; when they were alone, laughing and holding onto one another, he felt peaceful and was sure it was love. But in the rare moments he dared to compare it with his feelings for Alex…
“Write it down.”
Michael raised his eyebrows and looked around, confused. “Huh?”
“It’s how I coped when I loved Liz but couldn’t tell her. I wrote her love notes. Helped me deal for a while.”
Snorting, Michael said, “we’re not all Tolstoy, buddy.”
Tossing a fry at Michael’s forehead, Max muttered, “fuck off, I’m serious. Write him a note, explaining everything or apologizing or ending it or whatever you need.” He shrugged and took a bite of his burger. “I kept mine ‘cause, well, you know. But you could rip yours up or burn it, whatever dramatic choice you wanted to make.”
“You boys need anything else?”
“Yeah,” Michael smiled at Liz and rested his chin in his hand. “I’ve gotta know how you do it.”
She smiled and tilted her head, ripping their bill from her pad. “How I do what?”
“Deal with this cheesy motherfucker.”
**********
That night, he’d left the Pony a bit early, giving Maria a quick kiss and apologizing for not staying, offering some excuse about files to review or formulas to work on. He couldn’t even remember.
He sat in the airstream, crickets chirping loudly outside, with a tiny lamp illuminating the space. Bringing his knees to his chest, he rested his head against the cool aluminum and stared at the blank piece of paper, twirling his pen between his fingers.
Glancing towards the door, he remembered the first time he’d seen Alex in almost a decade, how beautiful he looked but the way he stood, obviously prepared for a battle. Michael grimaced when he remembered his words, a real Manes man.
How many times over the months, years, had he said the wrong thing? Made Alex feel small when he may have had the power to help him feel tall again. Crawling out of his too small bed, Michael opened up a box and pulled out his favorite photo. Alex looked so relaxed, even though he still carried too much weight for a seventeen-year-old kid. The years had only added to that pressure, made his shoulders slump a little more each day with the burden of this world and, at least, one other.
He kicked off his boots and shimmied out of his pants, crawling under the covers and grabbing the paper and pen once more, his favorite photo resting on the covers beside him.
********
It was a few days later that Max had shown up at the ass crack of dawn to pull Michael out of bed so they could surprise Isobel. He’d been doing that now and then, seemingly determined to make sure the three of them remained close, all feeling needed and loved.
Michael wasn’t complaining.
They’d picked up coffee and bagels from Bean Me Up and had a relaxing morning catching up and gossiping, enjoying the perfect weather.
“Did you end up taking my advice?” Max looked at Michael over his coffee once the inevitable subject of his romantic life was brought up.
Nodding, Michael sighed. “Yep. It wasn’t too bad if I do say so myself.”
“Fill me in please.” Isobel leaned back in her chair, long legs crossed and swinging playfully.
Michael pushed a hand through his hair and shook his head with a smile. “I guess I’m having a hard time letting Alex go? I’m happy with Maria but it feels like something changed.” He watched Isobel’s eyes soften and had to look away. “Our resident writer suggested I put pen to paper to move on.”
“Or not,” Max pushed Michael’s knee with his foot. “Could just help you process it all. Don’t have to make any final decisions.”
“Nah, I’m alright. I feel better about it already, I think.”
“He thinks,” Isobel smirked towards Max who nodded in agreement, eyebrows furrowed in false seriousness. “He thinks.”
“Ah, fuck you both.”
He laughed with his siblings as his heart sank.
********
Max dropped him off at the airstream a few hours later with the promise of a free beer at the Pony that night. He was surprised to find Maria sitting around the fire pit, eyes on a fire that sat extinguished.
“Hey. I didn’t know you were coming over.”
She nodded slowly; eyes fixed on his. “I lost my phone and thought it might be here.”
“Ah,” Michael said as he took the seat next to her. “You could have let yourself in, taken a look. You didn’t need to wait for me.”
“Oh, I didn’t.”
Something began to shift uncomfortably inside of Michael, realizing too slowly that something wasn’t quite right with Maria. “You okay?”
She smiled as tears welled in her eyes. “No, I’m not.”
Michael reached out for her, but she stood quickly and moved out of reach. He watched as she faced away from him, listened as she steadied her breath.
“A veteran move as you limp into frame, longing to be your crutch, I want to consume your pain.”
“Maria, wait- “
“So I loosen my belt, a familiar feeling, ten years later and my heart’s still reeling.”
“Maria, just stop and listen- “ but she continued, undeterred.
“Then you show up on my porch, floating down the stream, while I swim uphill, running out of steam.”
As Maria’s voice cracked, Michael held his head in his hands. He never meant for anyone to see what he wrote, let alone Maria. But there was something undeniable about hearing his words out loud. Something he couldn’t walk away from anymore.
“Lies upon lies, thighs upon thighs, of a woman’s touch but damn that guy.” He grimaced as Maria’s voice broke. She turned to face him, crumpled paper shaking in her delicate hands.
“The one who lifted my heaviest sighs with ease. Too much pride to beg; I’ll let my looks say please. So ignore my words, this is where I stand. You’re a pretty little liar, and I’m your man.”
The silence that followed was suffocating. Michael’s heart ached at the look on Maria’s face and he wanted nothing more than to comfort her, to make that expression vanish.
“It’s just a poem, Maria.”
“For Alex.”
“It’s nothing. It’s a last goodbye.”
As a tear danced down her cheek, she shook her head. “You think that poem was a goodbye?”
Michael stood, legs feeling like jelly and out of his control. “I know it was. I wrote the damn thing.”
“When did you write it?”
He buried his hands in his pockets and stared at the sand covering his boots.
“Michael.”
“A couple days ago.”
Scoffing, she took the few steps to stand in front of him, taking hold of his face and forcing him to look at her. The paper in her hand left a small papercut on his cheek.
Her gaze was intense, making him feel naked, too exposed. He tried to pull away, but she just held on tighter. Michael felt his eyes fill, hands coming to her wrists in a silent plea.
“Fuck you, Michael.”
He nodded, finally able to avert his eyes. She dropped her hands and gently pressed the poem against his chest. He quickly covered her hand with his and their eyes met again, both crying and flayed open.
“I knew, Michael. I just kept hoping you’d grow to love me as much as you love him.”
Swallowing, Michael whispered, “I tried. I promise I tried.”
She nodded and leaned into his warmth, arms wrapping around one another and swaying slightly, a last dance in the quiet of the desert. Eventually, Maria pulled back and wiped her eyes, looking around at everything but Michael.
Clearing her throat, she took a step back and pulled her keys from her pocket. “Stay away from the Pony for a while, okay? I need time.”
He nodded and said, “yeah. Of course.”
She nodded in return and walked toward her truck, stopping with the door open and one foot inside.
“That,” she pointed at the paper in his hand, blowing gently with the breeze, “is not a goodbye. It’s a confession.”
Michael watched as she drove away, the dust clouding his view as she left.
He looked down at the paper, reading his poem through blurry eyes. Roughly wiping at his face, Michael carefully folded the paper and tucked it in his back pocket.
In something of a daze, Michael walked into the airstream, sitting on the edge of his bed with his phone in one hand, the photo in the other. He took a deep breath as he hit send, leg bouncing with nerves and a naïve sense of excitement as the phone rang.
“Hello?”
“Hey, Alex. It’s Michael.”
“Hi. You okay?”
Michael smiled. “Yeah. I was just hoping you could come over. I wanna talk to you.”
His heart raced as Alex said nothing, the seconds ticking away with his pulse pounding in his ears.
“Uh, yeah, of course. What do you need?”
“You.”
#roswell new mexico#malex#malex fic#the poem fic#if rin asks she shall receive#poem belongs to Michael Vlamis#my fic
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Scott Reed Imagine (Best Friend Scott)
“Scott!” Y/N called excitedly, jogging down the school hallways towards her best friends locker.
As she came to a stop next to him, her bright eyes shined with excitment. “Guess what?”
“What?” he asked, glancing over at her.
“I have a date tonight,” she told him, smiling.
Scott’s blue eyes widened at the news. “You-you do?”
“Yea with Hayden Parker. Apparently I’m on his Secret Valentine Day list.”
Scott nodded, trying to act happy for Y/N, when he was secretly upset. He had planned on asking her if she wanted to go out for Valentine’s Day, on an official date.
The two had been best friend’s since Y/N had first moved to Cresmont in the sixth grade. She had been sitting by herself during lunch and when Scott noticed he walked over and sat down next to her. He immediately began to talking to her about some TV show he had been watching and when he was done, she said that it was her favorite show. At that moment, they became best friends and now six years later, they were still as close as ever.
Only now, Scott had strong feelings for her. It had begun almost a year ago but he had kept them bottled up, afraid that Y/N didn’t feel the same way and today only confirmed that.
“That’s awesome, Y/N,” Scott said, forcing a smile.
“I’m going to need your help with what to wear,” Y/N said, giggling when Scott rolled his eyes.
Slamming his locker shut, the two began walking down the hallway to their next class. Y/N’s hand brushed against Scott’s and she intertwined her fingers with his as she began to talk about possible outfits that she could wear.
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Three days later, Scott found himself lying on Y/N’s queen sized bed, as she tried to pick out an outfit for her date that night. By now she had probably tried on twenty different outfits. Different pairs of jeans with different tops, skirts, and now she onto dresses. Scott had been over for about two hours patiently waiting for her to choose something to wear. If it weren’t for being best friends with Y/N, he would have no idea how hard girls struggled with getting an outfit together. This was not the first time he had ‘offered’ his advice to Y/N on her clothes, in fact this was a daily occurance.
Jeans, skirts, and shirts were tossed onto the floor in her bedroom, her drawers on her dresser open, along with her closet doors. It looked as if a tornado had just come through her room.
Y/N walked out of her bathroom, wearing a black skater dress that fit her perfectly. It was Scott’s favorite dress that she owned although he had never told her. The top hugged her curves perfectly, with thick straps and a square neckline. The bottom of the dress flared out coming to a stop mid thigh, showing off her legs.
“What do you think?” Y/N asked for the millionth time.
“I like it,” Scott replied, just as he had about all the other outfits she had tried on.
Y/N walked over to her closet and pulled out her black low cut Converse, slipping them on before turning around to look at herself in the full length mirror.
“This is it,” she said, slowly spinning around to see every angle.
When she was done looking at herself, she retreated back to the bathroom, to put on some makeup. Small containers were scattered on the counter but she quickly found the ones she was looking for. A little bit of nude eyeshadow, mascara, and her nude lipstick, along with some cover up. She didn’t like to put on too much makeup, if a guy didn’t like her because she didn’t wear makeup then it was his lose.
Returning back to her bedroom, she laid down on the bed next to Scott, her arm brushing against his. The soft smell of vanilla lingered on Y/N, her signature perfume. It was pretty much the only perfume smell that she owned. Scott loved letting Y/N wear his clothes because when she was done, the smell lingered for a few days, reminding him of her.
“Are you nervous?” he asked, staring at the ceiling.
“Honestly, I’m surprised he asked me out. I don't think we have ever talked to each other before.”
Scott’s hand moved to hers, giving it a small squeeze.
“You’re going to have an awesome time,” Scott reassured her.
For the next few minutes, Y/N scrolled through Instagram, giggling at a few pictures before she declared it was time to go.
Reluctantly, Scott followed her out of her bedroom and down to his car, not ready to drive the girl he was in to, to her date.
~~~
“Have fun,” Scott said as Y/N opened the passenger door.
She smiled at him, closing the door and gave him a final wave before walking towards the restaurant. A few people lingered outside, smoking cigarettes as Y/N walked past them and to the door.
The restaurant wasn't a fancy restaurant by all means but they had good food for a decent price. Y/N and Scott would come here occasionally when they wanted to splurge a bit but they both preferred to eat at the local diner.
The hostess took her back to a booth and handed Y/N a menu which Y/N politely took even though she knew exactly what she wanted.
When the waiter arrived she ordered a soda and told him that she was waiting on someone. He nodded and told her that he would bring a water for her date to start with.
Y/N relaxed, leaning back into the seat, and pulled her phone out to check to see if Hayden had messaged her. The screen was blank as she logged back into Instagram to check up on her friends. Some of them had posted pictures of them out on dates but not much had changed since the last time she had been on.
Time slowly passed while Y/N waited on Hayden. She had already texted him a few times and had even tried to call him but his phone went straight to voicemail. Each message she left became a little more aggressive. She had to stop herself before she said something that she would regret later.
When another half hour had passed, she stood up, left a few dollars on the table to cover her soda and a tip and walked back outside. The walk to the door had been embarrassing because it seemed like the entire restaurant knew that she had gotten stood up.
Pulling her phone out of her pocket, she called the one person that she wanted to be with most.
He answered the phone after one ring. “Hello?”
“Scott…” Y/N began, feeling a lump begin to form in her throat.
Instantly, Scott realized that something was wrong. “Y/N, what’s going on?”
“He-he stood me up,” she cried.
“Motherfucker,” Scott whispered under his breath.
“Just come pick me up please.”
“I’m on my way,” Scott said before hanging up the phone.
Y/N sat down on a bench outside the restaurant, watching couple after couple walk inside. She was slightly jealous but instead of imagining sitting down and eating with Hayden, she found herself imagining it with Scott.
Yes, she had always found him attractive and the two of them would always playfully flirt with each other but she had never really thought about going out with him. He was her best friend but as she found herself imagining going on a date with him, she couldn’t help but smile. He would be sweet and make sure that she was having a good time. He would probably end up doing something that he didn’t want to but since it made her happy he would be ok with it.
A black Toyota pulled up in front of her and the driver rolled the passenger side window down.
“Hey Y/L/N, get in,” Scott called from the car making her smile.
“What took you so long Reed?” she said, giggling.
“Dude, I drove as fast as I could. You’re lucky I didn’t get a ticket or else you would be paying for it.”
Y/N laughed, forgetting for a moment that she had just gotten stood up.
“Are you hungry?” Scott asked as she sat down in the passenger seat.
Y/N nodded. “Starving.”
The brown hair boy nodded, focusing on the road in front of them.
The car ride was silent as Scott drove back to his house.
The large house loomed in front of them, light streaming out of a few windows. The black BMW and white Audi that were normally parked in the driveway were gone, indicating that Scott and Y/N were the only two home.
“Parents went away for the weekend,” Scott said, confirming Y/N’s suspicion.
The house was quiet as Y/N followed Scott up the stairs to his bedroom. He walked over to his dresser and pulled a pair of grey sweatpants and a blue Liberty High baseball t shirt out of his drawer, tossing them to Y/N. Without saying a word, she walked into his attached bathroom to change.
The sweatpants were too big but Y/N tied the white string to make them fit around her waist. The material snaked over her feet since Scott was a little bit taller than her. The t shirt was also too big but the soft material flowed over, the bigger the t shirt the better. Pulling a hair tie off her wrist, she pulled her hair into a messy bun before joining Scott back in his room.
“Perfect! Thank you!” Scott said into the phone as Y/N walked in.
She gave him a questioning look, her eyes flickering to the cell phone in his hand.
“Pizza will be here in twenty minutes,” he told her.
She smiled, tossing her clothes onto the floor before laying down on his king sized bed. Even though the bed was huge, Scott laid right next to her, their arms brushing against each other.
Y/N rolled over onto her side, facing her best friend.
“Thank you,” she told him, knowing he would know exactly what she meant.
“It’s what I’m here for,” he responded, pulling her against him.
She giggled as he pulled into a too tight hug, glad to have someone like Scott in her life.
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