#guertecho

[dr-lizortecho]

guertecho shoulda banged- I don’t make the rules

[saintbadwolf]

guertecho is just like what if you were my rival in high school and we didn't realize we that we were competing for the same reason (we both saw academic achievement as a means of escaping our closed-minded racist and homophobic small town where we/our families had bad reputations) and one of us made it out but the other one didn't because he had to stay behind to look out for his sister and then the one who made it out ended up coming back to avenge HER sister which is a quest that puts us both at odds again until we start working together because we both care about the same people and we kissed and we were both bisexual scientists ahaha just kidding. Unless?

WOAH, you're so right, guertecho high school rivalry, secretly admiring each other for each other's ambition. liz thinks they'll continue fighting academically in college too but one day she looks around and her partner rival gets left behind. she tries to find someone who matches her, who challenges her, who lights a fire under her but no one even comes close. it's not until she rolls back into town, sees max again, and has a few drinks with maria that she bumps into michael again. and it's like she's in highschool all over again, watching him furrow his eyebrows and bite at the end of his pen in class. and she remembers that fire and starts getting a craving for it. when they finally hook up quick and dirty in the wild pony parking lot, michael is racked with all kinds of guilt, for burying his feelings for alex in someone else, for fucking his brother's soulmate, and most of all for feeling any kind of pull towards a girl who's sister's murder he covered up to protect to his own. but it's liz ortecho, his high school rival, the only person who keeps him sharp, and sue him if he's more than a little into the idea of there finally being someone who can put him in his place both intellectually and physically.

i'm so into the idea of them using each other to blow off steam and getting super turned on in the lab watching each other work. every time they hit a roadblock, they just start taking their clothes and have a quickie. they might even stop half way through if one of them has a break through, because honestly science is just an extension of sex for them (freaks).

[dylanobrienisbatman]

Intellectual equals is the best ship dynamic. When they're both equally smart in ways that makes it so they can communicate in a really special way that is just for them... unmatched.

[kyle-valenti]

michael+liz: shared anger over Max

[crashdcwn]

Guertecho + Mikey  ↳ Requested By: @random-superhero-stuff​ 

[dr-lizortecho]

but that was all before I locked it down, now you hang from my lips like the Gardens of Babylon, with your boots beneath my bed forever is the sweetest con

[dr-lizortecho]

guertecho? 😘

Nerds. Probably just tell each other really really bad chemistry lines. They’re cheesy, but the right kind. Also, toxic in the right way, like banging in the grotto and refusing to talk feelings and just making each other worse. Like imagine the constant feedback loop of them thinking they’re the smartest person in the room and wanting to push sciences limits to the breaking point- and then some.

Overall favorite science nerds and can’t believe they didn’t kiss on my screen (I mean what else was 1x08 about?????)

send a ship and I’ll give my brutally honest opinion

[dr-lizortecho]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

That’s the thing, almost as soon as they leave he can feel a sort of weight settle over his shoulders. As if he’d managed to pretend it away for appearances sake, to not add to whatever Max was already feeling. Because Michael knew it didn’t compare, whatever loss he felt this last month wasn’t like Max’s. Almost as if because he didn’t maintain a freaky twin bond he wasn’t allowed to wallow, not that Max was allowed when Maria was around.

Even in the dog house she had drug him up towards the stage and made him sing. Both of them laughing and smiling as he’d spun her around the room. The two of them clicking easily back into place, he had no doubts they would work through the whole Rosa thing. Given time. Always given time.

Something he didn’t feel he had much of. In any sense of the word. Michael tilts his head back, wincing as the alcohol burns down his throat.

“How are you?” Her voice cuts through the air, sending a chill down his spine. She was supposed to leave with the other two, find a hotel while he found someone else’s bed to crawl into.

“I’ve never been better,” he drawls, turning to give her a wink.