#alex manes

[forbescaroline]

235 FAVORITE SHIPS OF ALL TIME (ranked by my followers) 65. michael guerin and alex manes - roswell new mexico

[bisexualalienss]

2.06 | 4.13

[wilhelminyard]

thinking about that one scene in roswell new mexico where michael tells alex that he found out why he is such a screw up and it's because his father is a killer and alex just says "if you are your father then I am mine" and michael backtracks sO FAST he almost gives himself whiplash because never in a million years would he ever let sweet precious alex believe he is anything like abusive bigoted asshole jesse manes

[cull3nblaze]

Bucks reaction to the kiss is just everything to me. LOOK at him. He is so overwhelmed and just.....

You know what that reminded me of?

This one ♥

[castalianspring]

Malex + unhinged AO3 tags, pt 4

[renegadesstuff]

TV SHOWS' (SHIP) WEDDINGS 🤍

ROSWELL, NEW MEXICO (2019 - 2022)

MICHAEL GUERIN & ALEX MANES (MALEX)

[lupeloto]

the fact that michael guerin, who makes a living out of not trusting anyone completely and disappearing into himself daily as a defense mechanism…. immediately let down his walls the minute alex found out about him. immediately showed him everything without a second thought because alex is his blind spot in all of this…

“if anyone’s gonna destroy me, it will as well be you”

being destroyed by alex wouldn’t be as bad as not having him at all….. and im supposed to be normal?

[sasakisniko]

And you're my survival, you're my livin' proof My love is alive and not dead 

@wlwgif‘s pride week - day 4 - dynamic: Malex - Roswell New Mexico

[angrycowboy]

i've been making gifs here and there for the big bang, but today i started playing around in photoshop for fun.

and what better scene to start with than this one:

[pleasantfanartist]

Malex + their OTP tags on Tumblr - Part 2

[forbescaroline]

MICHAEL GUERIN AND ALEX MANES ROSWELL NEW MEXICO SEASON 3 & 4

[bisexualalienss]

ROSWELL NEW MEXICO - 1.02 "So Much for the Afterglow"

[wilhelminyard]

do you ever think about how in the first episode of roswell new mexico, when alex comes home from the war, michael tells him "finally a real manes man" and then in the last episode of the show when alex marries michael he tells him he wants to take michael's last name because "I've never been much of a manes man" ??? no ??? just me ??? okay then

[pastelwitchling]

Alex was so tired. Tired enough that he’d had to leave work early because Eduardo Ramos had taken one look at him and said he didn’t want to see him for the rest of the week. Tired enough that he fell into bed the second he’d changed into sweats and hadn’t gotten up again. Tired enough that he’d left Michael’s text message from earlier on read without a response.

Tired enough that when he’d seen his husband next, it was after waking up from an unplanned nap. A bad sign, as Alex had trouble sleeping on the best of days. Drifting off without noticing did not bode well for where his head was. Michael seemed to realize that as Alex’s groggy vision cleared and he noted the concerned furrow of Michael’s brow.

His head fell back onto the pillow with a heaving sigh. “Don’t look at me like that.”

“Like a man in love?” Michael hummed, brushing Alex’s bangs back. “Sorry, I can’t physically do that.”

Alex chuckled sleepily. “You’re such a dork.”

“I’ll take it,” he shrugged a shoulder, and started to lay down beside him. He still smelled like the afternoon sun and sand from the junkyard and the delicious rain smell that made Alex’s head spin.

“Don’t,” Alex said, “I’m getting up.”

“Why?” Michael said, putting a hand on his waist and grabbing fistfuls of his shirt. “I’m tired too, we can take a nap together.”

Alex smiled, rubbing his eyes. “You’re not tired, you’re worried, and you shouldn’t be. I’ve just had one too many sleepless nights, that’s all.”

Michael pursed his lips, cupping Alex’s jaw and rubbing his thumb across the dark circle under Alex’s eye. Alex’s eyes fluttered to the warmth of his palm, and he turned into it, covering Michael’s hand with his own and breathing him in. He vaguely remembered Maria—what felt like forever ago now—making some joke about how Michael smelled, and he remembered wanting to snap then at her and feeling like he wasn’t allowed to. How did anyone not fall in love with Michael’s scent? He was the sky and earth and everything good about the world, he anchored Alex in a way nothing and no one else did.

“Can’t you just let me hold you anyway?” Michael murmured, his lips quirking with the faintest trace of amusement. “For my sake?”

Alex exhaled shakily, and crawled onto Michael’s lap, straddling him and wrapping his arms around his shoulders, burying his face in the crook of Michael’s neck and closing his eyes.

Michael seemed to sense that he couldn’t or wouldn’t speak, and just rubbed the space between his shoulder blades. Alex melted deeper into him, cuddling as close as he could until Michael was all he was breathing in, Michael’s arms around him and body underneath and around him all he could feel.

“Tighter,” he whispered, not daring to raise his voice any more than that. He didn’t know how else to put his exhaustion and its source into words. “Hold me tighter, baby, please.”

Michael seemed to have been waiting for permission, his grip on Alex almost bruising as he squeezed him to his body. A weak moan rose up the back of Alex’s throat; for the first time all day, he thought he could feel his own heartbeat, his body turning heavy enough that he was sure he was going to fall asleep again despite having just woken up.

“M’sorry,” he murmured, his eyes burning for reasons he couldn’t even fathom. This wasn’t the first time he got like this, when he felt like this inexplicable grief lingered just below the surface, waiting for the chance to show itself, and he knew it wouldn’t be the last. What bothered him though was the inability to talk about it, the inability to tell Michael just why he got like this. Sometimes, it felt like there was no reason for him to grieve, and sometimes it felt like there were too many reasons; too many to name, too many to think of, too many to bear.

“I hate this,” he groaned, brows pinched with the same headache that had been plaguing him all day. If he kept telling himself it was the sleepless nights, he might be able to endure it better. Except that here, in Michael’s arms, it was impossible to not feel safe enough to confess the mess in his head. “I hate . . . I hate this, Michael.”

“I know, baby,” Michael whispered against his ear, inhaling deeply as though he, too, couldn’t get enough of Alex’s scent. “It’s okay, I’m here. You’re okay.”

Alex was so, so tired. He closed his eyes and buried himself in Michael’s warmth, shoving his hands under Michael’s shirt to feel the heat of his skin and get as close as possible. He felt Michael shudder against him, and squirmed until there was no space left between them.

“You want to sleep now?”

Alex considered it. “Can you get something to eat first? I’ll feel bad if you don’t have dinner.”

Michael chuckled. “Sure, I’ll get something to eat.” Alex made no move to get off of him, and Michael made no move to ease his hold. “You want to come with me?”

Alex swallowed. “If you really want me to.”

He could feel Michael’s smile against his ear, Michael’s hand running down his spine. “I really want you to. I can’t eat if you’re not there. Please, baby, for my sake?”

“You’re such a dork,” Alex murmured, pushing his face into Michael’s neck and snuggling into him. “Fine, since you really need me.”

Michael chuckled. “I really do, baby. I really, always do.”

[castalianspring]

Malex + unhinged AO3 tags pt 2

[dr-lizortecho]

music too loud to remember your name but we'll throw another down at the honkytonk heartbreak