#alex manes

[forbescaroline]

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

[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

[castalianspring]

Random snow days mean I get around to making more silly memes, Malex style. Enjoy!

[bisexualalienss]

2.06 | 4.13

[renegadesstuff]

TV SHOWS' (SHIP) WEDDINGS 🤍

ROSWELL, NEW MEXICO (2019 - 2022)

MICHAEL GUERIN & ALEX MANES (MALEX)

[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:

[greentealycheejelly]

Happy Malexa Christmas! 🎄🎄🎄

I recently got a lovely art request from @bigassbowlingballhead for a Malexa art based on a photo reference from Challengers (below the cut). I decided to make it holiday themed, and made it just in time :)

reference:

[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

[pastelwitchling]

Prompt: Alex is limping but for once it is not because of his leg or Alex Manes deserves having his back blown out by his husbad on the regular.

@joaneteporis

Can you do one where Michael notices Alex limping really bad and thinks his leg is acting up, but in reality he's limping because Michael made love to him really hard the night before and his ass hurts. He doesn't want to make Michael feel bad, so he pretends it's his leg. But eventually Michael finds out the truth. I'm a big fan of your stories. Love these two together. ❤

***

Alex was limping more than usual, and Michael had noticed.

He’d first picked up on it when Alex had come to visit him at the junkyard with lunch from the Crashdown. Michael had groaned at the sight and took Alex’s waist in his hands. “Damn, that looks good.” He shrugged a shoulder. “The food, too.”

Alex snickered, trying to cut off the giggles before they came, but it was too late. Michael’s smile widened as he nuzzled Alex’s jaw, drinking in the sound. No one else could do this, he thought with pride that flooded his chest. No one else could make Alex so carefree. The haunted soldier giggling? Yeah, only for Michael to do, sorry.

“You’re such a dork,” Alex said, his cheeks flushed as he brushed the stubble on Michael’s cheek with his free hand as he always liked to do. “I don’t like you working in this heat, come on, come sit with me. We can eat before I have to head back.”

Michael agreed, and his smile fell the second he saw Alex continue to limp. Sometimes when he got out of the car and he’d been driving for a while after a particularly tough few hours at work, his leg tended to ache, but Michael walked behind him, studying his husband. His limp was way more pronounced, and his brow pinched with very step like the pain was too much to ignore this time. In seconds, he was at Alex’s side, taking his free arm and holding most of his weight.

 Alex blinked. “What’re you doing?”

“Helping,” Michael grunted. “Your limp’s getting worse.”

“Oh,” Alex said, then to Michael’s surprise, he smiled and blushed. “I-I’m fine.”

“You don’t have to pretend for me,” Michael said. “Here, sit down,” and he eased him onto the steps leading up to the trailer, and knelt between his legs, running his hands up and down Alex’s thighs.

Alex chuckled, setting down the bag and cupping Michael’s face. “Baby, I’m fine. Trust me.”

“Are they working you too hard over there again?” Michael growled. “Do I need to talk to Ramos?”

Alex scoffed. “I really have no desire whatsoever to see my husband throw my boss out a twelve-story window, Michael. It’d make going back to work very awkward.”

Michael rested his chin on Alex’s good knee. “I don’t want anyone taking advantage of you.”

“No one’s taking advantage of me.”

“It’s not your fault you’re a genius.”

Alex’s shoulders shook with his laughter. “Oh the burden.”

“They can’t put you on that damn elite floor if they’re just going to make you use the stairs!”

“They’re not making me use the stairs.”

“You’re a different circumstance, Alex, there’s nothing wrong with that!”

Alex looked like he was holding back another laugh. “I know.”

“If they’re pushing you even though they know about your leg—”

“Guerin, it’s not their fault I’m limping,” Alex said, his words coated in quiet laughter. “It’s yours.”

Michael frowned, standing straight on his knees. “What do you mean?” Had he made the ground tremble again without realizing it? Had his powers lashed out and he’d made Alex trip without noticing? Had his alien side come after Alex again and—Michael was sick at the thought—hurt his husband? But then, why would Alex say it with such joy in his eyes? He knew how much Michael hated himself whenever his powers lashed out, so was he just trying to ease the blow?

“Remember two nights ago?” Alex asked, and Michael’s brow furrowed. He shook his head, about to ask what he had done two nights ago that had . . .

Then he remembered. It had been a heated night, the two having been separated because of a three-day work trip Alex had taken. When he’d gotten back, Michael’s hunger and fear at having been away from him had overtaken him, and he’d had Alex naked and in bed minutes after picking him up at the bus station. He’d been a wild animal, the entire night dedicated to thrusting into Alex, burying himself inside his husband and refusing to move for hours. He still felt Alex’s nail marks in his back whenever he moved, a delicious sting that made him hard all over again. A pleased, happy smile was tugging at his lips at the memory when he realized . . .

His eyes widened, and Alex saw the moment the answer hit him, and he burst into the laughter which he’d been holding. Michael, meanwhile, was still gaping. “I-I . . . because I . . .”

“Got it right, baby,” Alex sighed, long and deep, and pressed a loud, smacking kiss to Michael’s forehead.

“It’s my fault,” he murmured, eyes wide and on Alex’s leg.

“Yeah,” Alex said, as though the pain pleased him. “Although, I don’t know if you would’ve had me limping if I’d still had my whole leg, but,” he shrugged, “I’m not complaining.”

Michael’s eyes darkened. He growled, “Oh, believe me, Private, I’d have you limping—what am I saying? I don’t want you to limp at all!”

Alex slid his hands into Michael’s curls and pulled him in, lowering his own head to slot their mouths together. “I love it,” he breathed against Michael’s lips the second they pulled back. “I love the feeling of my thighs burning, I love the way my whole body aches because you held onto me that tightly. Every time I sit down,” he leaned in, his lips brushing the shell of Michael’s ear, and whispered, “I can feel you, deep inside me.”

He leaned back again and Michael, dazed, followed him until Alex was sitting against the door and smiling innocently. “So don’t you dare feel bad. Now.” He held up the Crashdown bag. “You hungry?”

And he proceeded to unload the bag, laying out to-go box after box, while Michael was stuck staring at him, unable to remove his gaze.

“Are you trying to kill me now?”

Alex’s grin widened and he winked at Michael before holding a forkful of pasta up to his lips. “Open up. You’ll need your strength for the rest of the day.”

“Why?” Michael grumbled. “I’m not the one whose whole body hurts right now.”

“No,” he agreed, and his smile hinted at something dark. “But your back still stings, doesn’t it?”

Michael groaned. Alex really was trying to kill him, just by making his heart burst out of his chest. Something, in turn, that Michael knew only he could do. He supposed that made them even.

[forbescaroline]

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

[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

[castalianspring]

Malex text post memes, part 4

part 3, part 2, part 1

[bisexualalienss]

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

[dr-lizortecho]

it’s all broken without three

happy birthday @maeglinthebold!

[pleasantfanartist]

Malex + their OTP tags on Tumblr - Part 2