#mrivas

“MIG!” Marley squealed at the mention of her best friend. “Migaroo, Miggy Mig, my actual soul mate.” She paused. “Platonic, of course. But he is so, so, so pretty and I love him SO fuckin’ much.” Giggling, Marley covered her mouth at the use of the swear. “‘Scuse my language I just really cannot put into words how much I absolutely adore Mig.” A soft smile spread over her lips. “I honest to god don’t know what I’d do without him. He has seen me at my lowest, ugliest points in life and he still loves me. You know how wild that is? What a beautiful heart he has to have?! He just radiates love, y’know?” She grins. “I trust him more than I trust any other human on this planet and I would, without a doubt or second thought, lay down and die for him.” Nodding, Marley knocked back another shot. “He really did help me learn how to love myself again. And that I’m worthy of other people’s love. A lot of the reason I am the way I am is because of everything he’s done for me.” Marley had to stop, sighing and blinking back tears. “If y’all aren’t careful I’m gonna start cryin’ on ya. That’s how much I love Mig. You get one of us, you get both. Them’s the rules.” 

The morning after she and Dawn’s graduation party was rough. It was painfully obvious Marley couldn’t drink like she could when she was twenty-one anymore - her hangover made sure she was well aware of the fact. Despite that fact, Marley was buzzing. Last night had been incredible and there was exactly one (1) person Marley wanted to tell about it. 

Mig.

Breakfast burritos and coffees in hand, Marley made her way to his suite, silently slipping into his suite the way she’d grown so accustomed to doing. She softly knocked on his door, gently nudging it open with her foot. “I come bearin’ burritos and coffee.” Popping her head around the door frame, Marley grinned at her best friend. “I’d ask if you’re decent, but I don’t think you’ve been decent a single day I’ve known ya.” 

two (2) headcanons for mig and marley!

even though she’s got the most ridiculous american accent, marley has 100% tried to learn spanish for mig. she’s in no way, shape, or form fluent but she’s got probably the equivalent of a year of high school spanish down. it’s definitely something she only does with him because she’s hella embarrassed when she uses the wrong pronunciation and doesn’t want to offend anyone, but dammit if she doesn’t try for him and to honor his heritage.  

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“Ooooh,” Marley mused, chewing the inside of her cheek. “Honestly, I’m not sure there’s much I wouldn’t do?” She chuckled. “I mean, when I say I’ll drop everything, I mean everything. I can transfer schools, find a new job, and technology - as much as it pains me sometimes - keeps me connected with my friends and chosen family. So, I think uprooting my life for the people I love is something most people would find pretty risky? Kinda just makes sense to me, but...” With a shrug, she grins. “That’s probably just me.”

“Oh, we are so lost.” Marley let her head fall back against her shoulders and laughed. Somehow they’d managed to stray from the trail on their hike and couldn’t manage to find their way back. “This is so sad, Mig! Between the two of us this shouldn’t be a problem!” Her pawpaw would be so ashamed if he knew she’d lost her sense of direction. “Wait.” She grinned. “I think I’ve got an idea.” Cupping her hands around her mouth, Marley drew in the deepest breath possible before yelling. “MARCO!” She paused - nothing. Once more, “MARCO!” Another pause. This time, a ‘POLLO’ could be heard in the distance. Marley’s eyes went wide, first in shock then excitement before dissolving into laughter. “If that ain’t resourceful then I don’t know what is.” Still laughing, Marley drug Mig towards the disembodied ‘POLLO’, still echoing in the distance.

"Miggy Miiiiiiig!!” Marley squealed, throwing her arms around his neck and latching on as if she didn’t see Mig nearly every single day. Granted, this was the first time she’d seen him since he’d adopted Duke and she couldn’t have been more excited for him. “Congratulations, you’re a dad!!!” She giggled, giving him another firm squeeze as she said the last word. Finally, after a few moments, Marley released her friend. Instead she placed both hands on either side of his face. “Now, take me to this perfect floofster baby immediately. I have noses to boop and treats to give.” She grinned, jumping up to give him one last squeeze.