#cute married malex

[infallible-dreamers]

You're the winter sun

This is my gift for @alixoxox for the malex secret santa gift exchange (@malexsanta), who asked for a domestic fic. Here is a little winter morning shared by Michael and Alex. Title is inspired by the song Matilda by Harry Styles particularly this lyric - You showed me a power that is strong enough to bring sun to the darkest days I've always thought of Alex when I listen to this song. Happy Holidays, hope your Hanukah this year is amazing!

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Michael woke up before Alex, although still an uncommon occurrence but no longer a rarity as Michael had once thought. It was his favourite part of being married, the days just to themselves, where there was no Deep Sky or covert alien emergencies. Mornings spent peppering kisses across the constellation of small freckles on Alex’s back or letting Alex play with his curls, his soft fingers massaging Michael’s scalp. 

But Michael didn’t feel like he should wake him up this morning. It was only seven now, and they’d only retired to bed four hours ago after a night of drinking with Kyle and Isobel. Where Isobel teased her brother that when he wasn’t holding Alex dangerously low on his waist, he was staring at his ass. Kyle had grown uncomfortable with the glare in his direction when they two friends caught up, and had whispered as much in Alex’s ear, which only served to fuel a primal jealousy in Michael. He knew it was completely unfounded, but Alex was more than happy to show Michael how much, halfway dragging Michael to the bathroom. It ended with Maria ordering them home. 

Followed inevitably by them tiring themselves out as soon as they walked into their own home. 

They had finally fallen asleep, leaving them too tired to figure out where Alex’s shirt had gone. With Michael hugging him, his chest resting against Alex’s back and neither was all that bothered at the time by the cold.

So, he wanted Alex to get this much-deserved sleep.

He could tell now that Alex was definitely cold, from the tinge of red on Alex’s cheeks and his breath creating dew as it left his mouth. How could he not be freezing? So he hugs Alex tighter, letting his warmth radiate towards the airman and heat up wherever he could get his hands on. Alex simply sunk deeper into his hold. 

The doorbell buzzed, Michael cursed as their perfect moment was disrupted by the real world. But it wasn’t the same as 7 years ago, when a disruption like this would have sent Alex into hiding, and Michael falling back on careless remarks to get any reaction in public out of him even if it was hurt. 

Now the only thing that annoyed either of them was that one of them would inevitably have to leave their comfortable embrace. The doorbell buzzed a second time and the airman started to stir, scrunching his face, and trying to will his eyes open. 

“Mmm...” Alex murmurs, making slow tired movements to get out of bed, but Michael holds him back by the waist.

“You stay in bed. I’ll get it my love.” Michael kisses his bare shoulder, and pulling his forearm out from under Alex, pushes himself up to get out of bed and away from his sleepy husband.

Alex whines further at the loss of his heat source. The Roswell winter chill is more evident without Michael. Michael chuckles and throws the duvet over him with a swift nod of his head. It was left unused on the floor and was still cool to touch. Alex shivers before he pulls it around himself and wraps up like a burrito.

“You cold there?”

Alex murmurs into the sheets what sounds like a sarcastic “No.”

Michael loves this version of Alex. 

Alex, who usually seemed so perfect and put together, a captain and a genius hacker, was also the same person who was an overly affectionate, whiny, smart-aleck. A version that was purely reserved for his husband, he was downright adorable. 

Michael found the lost shirt crumpled by their bedroom door and threw it on over his boxers to at least be partially dressed. Although if someone decided to come by this early, it was really on them if they had witnessed Michael half naked. Stopping in the lounge to switch the heat on, he takes his time getting to the door. If it was Isobel, she deserved to wait out in the cold.

By the time he got to the door, “Hello?” Michael cautiously held the door frame. A teenage kid he didn’t recognise stood outside, wrapped in a thick down jacket and scarf. He stares the cowboy up and down equally as confused as Michael, and then cautiously greets him in return.

“Hi, you must be Alex’s boyfriend?” The kid blushes at his own descriptor.

“Husband…” Michael loved saying it and was always prepared to deal with any reaction.

“Oh congratulations,” the stranger looked behind Michael into the home, but disappointed not to see Alex, “I’m Jackson, I live next door. My mum just wanted me to check with Alex whether he wanted us to clear the snow on your driveway with ours, like last year.”

“Oh.” Seemed plausible, with a fresh coat of white covering everything outside. Michael could do it without the shovel and the salt but he had never know neighbours to be this polite “Umm… sure.”

“Awesome! Tell Alex I’ll do an amazing job!” The kid excitedly trudges off down the driveway, odd but friendly enough. Michael wasn’t sure if he meant now or later. But figures it doesn’t matter anyway because they have nowhere to be.

“Did you know we have neighbors?” Michael made his way back to their bedroom, corners of his mouth lifting when he saw Alex snuggled up head to toe engulfed by duvet. 

“Mmm-hmm.” Alex hummed muffled into the pillow, before rolling to face Michael. Squinting one eye, as he adjusts to the light and still finds his alien staring at him smiling from the doorway, “Usually the case when you live on a street with other houses on it.”

“Hey, you don’t really get neighbors when you’re living in a trailer in the middle of nowhere.” Michael smirks as he shoots back, “The best person to knock on my door is you. Even if you were coming to evict me.”

“I didn’t evict you.” Alex groans, laughter in his voice as he pushes himself up to on to his elbows, “I kindly asked you to relocate.”

“Baby, I would’ve done anything if you asked me to.” 

Alex rolls his eyes, but can’t hide his involuntary reddening cheeks and Michael sneaks his way under the duvet, “Who was at the door anyway?” 

The name forgotten, as soon as Alex slips his hand under his shirt again and rests on his stomach siphoning his warmth, “A kid offering to clear the driveway.” Alex nods knowing who it must have been, and Michael adds, “he seemed quite disappointed you weren’t answering the door though. Think he has a bit of a crush on you.” 

Alex cocked a brow “Jackson, he doesn’t have a crush… he’s just been struggling a bit at school and I just gave him a little advice.” His lived experience of bullying and trauma being able to help someone else ended up being one of two things that Alex had taken away from his experience.“He’s a nice kid.”

Michael was always in awe of Alex. Admiring the way his husband hadn’t let his trauma drag him further into the dark, he remained the light in his own life and still had more to share with the world. With all their talk of the little family they were creating, that he would get the chance to raise kids with this man still floored him. 

Alex shied away from his proud gaze. Burying his head in the alien’s chest.

“So who else do we have around us?”

“Well, Ms Hernandez and her son Jackson live on the left and the Davises on the right, and across the road is the Lees, they have a new…” Alex yawns widely, he brings his hand to cover his face but Michael’s own reaches first to turn as he kisses the open mouth, his laughter tremors in Alex’s mouth, “…baby.”

Michael grinning against his lips, “So does that make us the Guerins?” 

“Yes,” Alex tugged at his own t-shirt to keeping his husband close and flicking Michael’s lip teasingly with his tongue.  

“We are the Guerins.”

[dr-lizortecho]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love ❤

Ohh, thanks love <3 I do like to talk about fic all day every day, lol

1) a partner to ride with you when I can’t an exploration of Max and Rosa’s dynamic and how it shifted from the last time they shared a scene together (2x07 iirc) and how they got from derogatory nicknames to cutesy sweet ones by 4x10. It’s a missing scene where Rosa comforts him and they both continue to bond over Liz (and Rosa gets to give him her blessing to marry her sister)

2) as long as the sea is bound to wash upon the sand memermaid au, with Liz as marine biologist who discovers “extra”terrestrial life (sorry not sorry) not to mention Max is a flailing butt naked fish out of water for five seconds, Kyle tells Liz she can’t keep it no matter how cute, Max is delighted to have an Earth name and Liz tries to understand Max’s biology via touching scales (never a good plan babe)

3) Swing Life Away I’d be lying not to put this up (even if my writing was still going through major learning curves) it’s just so dear to my heart, cause I started it a million years ago under the premise of discussing issues that exist but don’t get a lot of nuanced discussion (which I never quite got to- but it’s way more expansive in my head). But anyways Mutant Powers au, where the Evans triplets show up and derail Kyle Manuel Valenti’s life but at least Max nails his bi-curious coffin shut (with my first attempt at Malex -which I loved and grew so much more fond of them through- and Lizobel)

4) Crimson Red Paint On My Lips Joniz! Handprints! Sexy brunch! Sorry not sorry, they had a great push and pull, and Liz deserved to blow off some steam and fuck the villian. Also, I’m terribly proud of the dumb tvd reference.

5) cause this is my game and you better come to play just this is them, Max is in his pillow Princess era for some unforeseeable reason (aka I had too many moving parts I didn’t need him to be moving his hands…), anyways, any fic I can wax poetic about his heart surgery scar and have Liz call him little names and try and sound poetic while discussing Liz’s capabilities, mind and body, is an immediate favorite. Also! Have I ever mentioned how much fun I had shopping for her look in this fic?! Like the dildo doesn’t exist- but two do that I kinda smushed the concepts of, for the alien glass joke.

[louuieferrignojr]

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#5

thinking about how much alex manes and michael guerin love each other and how they are BOYFRIENDS

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#4

who knew i would watch a fantasy teen drama and come out of it only really being invested in/caring about the 40 something year old headmaster and headmistress who have a long friendship and so much chemistry????

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#3

what am i gonna do when michael heals alex and gives him the handprint and alex holds michael's hands over the handprint as they say their vows and get married and then leave me forever. WHAT AM I GONNA DO THEN GUYS

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#2

louder than words

summary: just some post s3 malex as boyfriends fluff (prompted by this post with teasing dialogue that i thought worked well with malex)

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“You look so cute when you’re all disheveled.” 

Michael, startled at the familiar voice, hit his head on the hood of the car he was working on. Looking down at himself, he noticed he had dirt on his t-shirt and his hair was a mess, but he realized that Alex loved him just as he was, mess and all. He could get used to this, but he really needed a shower after this shift at the junkyard. 

He heard uneven footsteps coming his way and he wiped the grease off his hands, before rubbing his head and squinting at his boyfriend.

Alex winced, as if he was the one who hit his head and took a few steps before he kissed Michael on the head. Well, his forehead anyway.

As much as Michael liked it, he couldn’t help but tease him. “Wrong part of the head Manes.” 

Alex smiled at that, before raising an eyebrow waiting for Michael to bend his head down. 

Gently touching Michael’s curls, a touch that Michael loved, Alex kissed the area where he banged his head, before grabbing Michael’s face and bringing him in for a kiss on the lips.

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[alienidentities-f22a]

RNM Final Thoughts

Overall I enjoyed the show Roswell New Mexico. I have never had the opportunity to analyze anything other than a novel on its own before so it was really interesting to have our semester “book” be a TV show. I liked the representation in the show in terms of aspects like ethnicity, gender, and sexuality. Malex forever, Michael and Alex were so cute and I am so happy they ended up getting married

That being said, the show was far from perfect. I think the first season or first two seasons were much stronger than the third and fourth seasons. The mysteries were interesting in the beginning but at one point around the end of the second season I began to question “how many mysteries and secrets does this town hold? I mean, come on”. It was a bit odd to think that all of these clues were put in the perfect places to find but nobody ever investigated them. Like the portal in the middle of the desert, the bank boxes, all these random repressed memories, or Jones. 

 In the finale when Alex is essentially getting Chernobyled, he is magically fixed when they leave. This removes the stakes of the situation and ruins the experience of worry and concern that Michael and the others would have had for Alex dying. I think this was a missed opportunity to show just how much everyone cares about Alex, despite him being a Manes, and giving closure by coming full circle from Project Shepard to the finale.

[stillcosmic]

MY HUSBAND

[facelessfrey]

Roswell New Mexico - Season 4 Episode 1

And we’re back! For one last season. And of course we’ve done a time jump so everything is vaguely confusing! Haha

I feel like the only one I’m really annoyed with is the Isobel/Anatsa jump because they’re just not established enough for them to be saying “I love you” yet. I mean I know Anatsa and Isobel are going to get sacrificed for Kybel at some point before this season/series ends so I get that they just have to get it in there while they can but still...they’re cute and all but I still can’t invest because they don’t put the time and the work into it. 

It’s all there just for the Kyle angst. Poor Kyle, man. He’s just so miserable. He’d rather be hanging out with Jones’s corpse than watching Isobel be happy with Anatsa because he’s not gonna screw them up because he wants her to be happy but boy is he sad about it all. Give this man some happiness. He deserves it. Also I just don’t want him moping at fucking Deep Sky all season and being away from everyone else. 

Speaking of being away from everyone else, is there some rule that says that Alex is not allowed to have scenes with other people? Because it annoyed the hell out of me last season and it’s annoying the hell out of me already this season too. 

That said, I was at least very happy that everyone was acknowledging that Michael and Alex are a couple. Cause that drove me crazy last season too. I’m happy they’re moving in together even if it got a little angsty. But Alex making it clear that he can’t live without Michael is nice to hear some more. If only Michael would really hear it this time. 

I do really like the Michael and Dallas friendship going on. Their similar backgrounds allow them to connect in ways that he can’t with Max. So that’s nice. And in general, I like how Dallas is fitting in with the group, especially as Heath seems to have completely disappeared. I mean...fine cause there were a few too many characters last season but it is weird that he didn’t even get a mention. 

Dallas and Maria is...interesting. I mean it would be really neat and tidy if they ended up with Echo, Malex, Kybel and Dallas and Maria. Then everyone gets an alien. But Gregory is still clearly in the picture, albeit off screen for the moment. So that’s a whole thing. Then again, I’d rather see the progression of a relationship from chess buddies who offer the other umbrellas to actually being together. So...you know, if they go in that direction, cool. I’m here for it. Dallas is like...Spiritual Michael, which kind of works for Maria. 

Maria’s cure maybe making her lose her powers is a whole thing I guess too. But I guess if we can be spared of any half baked vision plots that go nowhere, that’s not necessarily a bad thing. 

Poor Max trying to propose. I mean, I get Liz waiting for the other shoe to drop but as long as it’s not dropping on their relationship, why not just get married before the next alien disaster threatens to destroy you. Why wait for a safe time. There’s never gonna be one girl. If they get married by the end of the season, can Michael or Alex catch the bouquet or something. Haha. Just as a nod. 

Love seeing Jenna back. I enjoy her and Max’s friendship. 

I missed Rosa. Not even a mention of her either. Is she just not in this season at all? I haven’t paid enough attention to filming things. I at least want an update at some point. 

As for the actual plot, I am SHOCKED they actually remembered that the Alighting is a thing. I really thought they just forgot all about that. So I’m happy that they’re going to tie things back together. I hope it’s actually interesting. I still think it might apply to Michael though. Maybe? I don’t know. 

We didn’t get much of the new triad’s personalities, so I hope they can at least be fun. 

Side Note: I’m still annoyed that Deep Sky literally has no other employees besides Eduardo and Kyle and Alex. Anyway...I still just hate Deep Sky in general and the fact that it still makes no sense. 

Ah...feels good to rant about this show again.

[winged-fool]

Can I ask for the episode summary? Also: Alex is back!!! And would you send a picture of the cake you baked?

Always happy to show off my baking!

But anyway! Onto the summary below

Okay I'm just going to focus on the pocket dimension stuff for this summary. I sort of checked out during the rest of the episode, except Kybel so I'll throw that in too haha

So quickly to summarize Kybel: Liz said something about Kyle not really understanding alien science since he's only done backdoor surgeries and he was all offended and so was Isobel. Later, he was explaining something to her and she was like huh well that doesn't make sense oh wait I don't mean to say you're not capable because you really! It was cute haha then they had a conversation in the Crashdown where Kyle was like hey listen things have been super awkward and I think we should just go back to being friends and she agreed but she was actually prepared to say that she wanted to take the next step with him so they're stuck in the Classic Miscommunication zone.

Okay now onto the nonsense, I mean malex! Dallas talks about getting more of the fruit fuel and Michael was just like listen I don't care about getting some fuel, my priority is Alex. Go off bb! Bonnie and Dallas split up from Michael to go looking for Alex to cover more ground. They get stuck in a shipping/cargo crate thing that is lined in lead which neutralizes their powers making it impossible for them to break out.

We see this Tattooine Jawa-looking creature complete with a gas mask approaching the shipping container and then Michael pops out of nowhere and is like not on my watch! And tackles the guy to the ground and it turns out it was Alex! I literally laughed aloud when it happened because of course. Alex took it in stride though and was like at least give me a kiss before you bust my lip ayyyyy! Of course, the fact that Alex is in a prosthetic and will suffer no consequences from this tackle is never addressed.

Alex talks about some Deep Sky mumbo jumbo about how he figured out some of the things in this pocket dimension so he was able to communicate with the other dimension. Dallas asks if he's seen any fruit in this dimension and he was like yeah let me show you then Bonnie was like oh can you draw us a map so you two can have some alone time? Which was very nice and considerate, thank you Bonnie.

So Michael and Alex are not sitting on the bed of a truck wrapped in a blanket together where they talk about the drive-in. Alex was like that was our first date! And Michael was like uh was it, because I remember you yelling at me about some copper? Whatever Michael, you were sticking it to Sanders for no reason AFTER he went out of his way to dress up for you smdh. Alex mentioned that he used to sit at the drive in watching movies and thinking about how he wished he could go home to Michael.

Michael then told Alex about the Oasis map and how he wishes he could go there but wasn't sure what Alex thought. And Alex was like are you kidding me? You've been looking for your home as long as I've known you. I don't care where we are as long as we're looking at the same stars together. Then he lacklusterily (is that a word??) proposed: Michael Guerin, will you marry me?

Michael doesn't answer right away and Alex is like well??? And Michael laughs and is like I can't wait to see Sanders in a tux! Then is like of course I'll marry you, I'm embarrassingly in love with you!

We're teased with the possibility that they're about to hook up in the bed of the truck only for Alex to reveal that the pocket dimension must be rife with radiation or something? Because he's been nauseous since he got to it and wearing the gas mask helped but it didn't help THIS and then he shows Michael his chest which looks all veiny and Not Good and he's like I think I'm dying.

Michael gets all upset and is like first you asked me to marry you and now you want me to write a eulogy?? And Alex is like it's not like that! I just want to spend what time I have left with you! And then Dallas and Bonnie get back (I know you don't care, but they couldn't find any fruit it was burned down) and Alex is like Dallas is a preacher he could marry us right now! And then the episode ended.

So...yeah. It was an emotional rollercoaster with a terribly disappointing outcome as usual! Thanks rnm writers!

[pastelwitchling]

Malex - Proposal.

(I'd prefer if Guerin was proposing.)

It happened on a random night, while Alex was laughing over a milkshake at the Crashdown.

Michael had no idea how. He hadn't planned anything, never even considered it, but when he saw Alex's smile, the way his eyes lit up, the love in them, he knew there was nothing else to do but say the words he never could've imagined saying.

"Let's get married."

Alex slowly came down from his laughter, like he was sure he'd heard wrong and loved the idea anyway. Michael tried not to hope too hard.

"Cute," Alex said on an ending sigh.

This was Michael's chance to retreat, to take back what he'd said and play it off like the joke Alex thought it was.

He couldn't.

"I'm not kidding," he said, scooting closer to Alex and taking his hand in both of his. "Let's get married, Private."

Alex's brows furrowed, though he was still smiling, uncertain now. "Guerin -"

"Tonight," Michael insisted. "We can get married." He blushed. "I - I know my airstream isn't big enough, but I can get another job. I can get us a house."

Alex stared, his smile all but gone, his eyes starting to narrow. "You're . . . serious."

"Yeah," he breathed, his smile widening despite himself. He should've been more worried, he should've been terrified, and he was, but . . . this was Alex.

"You," Alex said, "you want to marry me?"

Michael laughed and pulled Alex in, kissing his cheek, his jaw, the corner of his lips. He realized the entire diner, even Arturo and Liz and Rosa behind the counter, had turned silent, watching.

Alex looked like he wanted to smile, but the furrow of his brows still revealed anxiety. "A-Are you sure?"

"Baby," Michael kissed Alex's hand. "I've never been so sure of anything in my life."

Alex huffed a wet chuckle, and swallowed nervously. He searched Michael's face a moment, then -

"Yes," he said. "Let's get married."

Michael held him tighter. "Really?"

"I want to marry you, Guerin," Alex nodded eagerly, laughing with teary eyes. "I really, really want to marry you."

It was Arturo who whooped first, and then everyone burst out into cheers and applause. Michael couldn't hear any of them. He could only hear his own heart racing and Alex's laughter. He could only see Alex, in his arms, all his, now and forever.

[gra-sonas]

Are we expecting much on the Malex front tonight? Because it kinda seemed like from the promos that they would have entirely separate storylines for most of the episode but maybe they'll intersect somehow towards the end? 3x08 and 3x09 will be Malex heavy so I am trying not to get my hopes up for much in 3x07 but I'd be happy to be wrong.

Just to be on the safe side, I'm not holding my breath (meaning I don't expect a Malex scene). If it happens, I'll scream my head off, but ngl, I'm wary of the show now bc its Malex track record this season is less than stellar. :/

I keep repeating to myself, that it's only been a week in show canon, that both of them still care about each other a lot, and that we'll definitely get Malex content in 3x08 and 3x09. I also continue to believe that we'll see them get together this season, but it sucks that we have to wait so long to see them interact properly.

If they don't share a scene in 3x07, it'll have been 294 minutes of total show time (with Alex missing two episodes, 210 minutes they could've shared the screen), and just ~5 minutes of Malex being in scenes together, and if they share a scene, it'll only be 2 or 3 minutes more.

That's ridiculous, and I don't know what the writers were thinking. And really, that interview with Danny "we are telling a queer love story" and "I want to see more nuanced portrayals of queer characters" Tolli? Fuck that shit.

The mere mention of Isobel possibly "dating the Planet 7 bartender chick" during the time jump is not queer rep, let alone a "nuanced portrayal of a queer character" and Malex barely interacting for 6 (possibly 7) episodes, is not telling a queer love story.

Don't get me wrong, I love S3, I truly enjoy watching it and I'm having a blast, but keeping Malex apart for half the season sucks and TPTB don't deserve any brownie points or get to pat themselves on the back for doing good things for queer rep. They don't. BECAUSE THERE'S BARELY ANY ON SCREEN.

"But look, we made the two farmers in 3x05 queer, they are both POC and they are married."

Yes, we saw, and it was lovely, but (apart from F*rlex in 3x01) so far that's pretty much the only on-screen queer content we've seen all season. And as cute as Mr. and Mr. Lopez are, we'd never heard of them before, and we probably won't ever hear of them again. We are not invested in their story.

We are invested in THEIR story. ⬇️

We want to see THEM together. We want to see THEIR love story being told. 🥺

So far, the show's taking its sweet time showing us any of that tho. They are not even behaving like friends atm, even though we were told we'd see them become friends...

They better serve one hell of a Malex feast (i.e. Alex and Michael interacting in every episode Alex is in, preferably more than once) in the second half of S3 and start telling their story.

I'm running out of patience real fast here.

[echoapothecary]

How do they expect Echo fans to feel when they've been overshadowed by the Malex wedding? And if they were supposedly hoping for another season, why did Malex get to be married and not Echo? Why do we have to withhold their union as if they can't struggle with other things? Dangling a carrot in front of us for an entire season.

I’m fine with Malex getting married this season. It’s not about that for me. It was a cute moment and I am happy they got their happy ending. The plan was always for 5 seasons so I can even understand why they would’ve wanted to save the Echo wedding for what they thought was going to be the final season. What I do think is messed up is using the main ship as a red herring all season for the side ship’s wedding. Dangling an echo wedding in our faces for 13 episodes only to be like, “hahahahaha just kidding your ship was never actually getting married this season and oh wait, turns out now we’re canceled so guess you’re never getting your echo wedding now either. Sorry not sorry for tricking you” 😡

In all seriousness though, how hard was it to just have Liz walk into the portal with Max and they get to explore Oasis together?! They could have filmed it as an alternate ending depending on if they were renewed or not. Keep Liz in Roswell if they were renewed to keep their season 5 plan in motion, have her walk across with him to Oasis if they were canceled. Or do a flash forward scene: Max saves his planet, he comes back and there’s a quick end scene of them sitting by the ocean…together. I mean, C’MON!

[all-my-fandom-obsessions]

So I figured I should make a list of my fandoms so here are the shows I can always talk about:

- Sherlock

- SPN

- MUG

- FMA:B

- B99

And here are the ships I enjoy from other tv shows (Please note I do NOT love them all equally but the list is NOT in order) :

- Jackie & Hyde

* Coliver

- Malex

- Malec

* Delena

* Chuck & Blair

- Naley

- Haleb

- Mondler

- Tarlos

* Jaspenor

- Nick & Jess

- Lorelai & Luke

- Mary & Francis

- Bughead

- Buffy & Spike

- Olicity

- Piper & Leo

- Phryne & Jack

* - Im not sure I really ship them but I do enjoy the ship (some of them are toxic though so I pretend some of the scenes never happened)

Other tv shows I can talk about:

- OUAT

- Will & Grace

- Good Omens

- the Sandman

- iZombie

- New Amsterdam

- Merlin

- Scorpion

- The Good Place

- Dr House

- Elementary

- Charmed

- Beauty and the Beast

- Friends

- Heart of Dixie

- White Collar

- Suits

- Perception

- Dash & Lily

- Lucifer

- OMITB

- Comon Law

- Houdini & Doyle

- Disenchantment

All the dramas I can talk about:

- My girl

- Walk info your Memory

- Unforgettable love

- My demon

- Tiger and rose

- Forget you remember love (although most of the characters annoy me so much I could rant forever)

- Only for love

- MUG

- AMA

- Eternal love

- My little happiness

- Well-dominanted love (that he figured out in like five seconds that she made a mistake on purpose, that he doubled her salary twice in two days, how easily he knew she wasn’t lying, the finger pointing thing, I loved the best friend… and then it got boring)

- My gf is an alien (the whole make hormone is a drug and the thing she dropped makes her smell his chest thing was ridiculous but I liked when they grabbed his legs and made a scene, but his kind and helps her anyway, also her friendship with his brother - they have the same energy and I’m living for it, and that he saw her stop time and use telekinesis and he was just like “well, I know you’re hiding in here”, him being protective older brother and how quickly he cared about her and was always worried, also with was the “dolls kissing” scene, how quickly he chose making sure she’s not hurt over an important meeting)

- My love enlighten me (disappointing, I liked the will you marry me and registry, him calling her a cat, but they have not resolved their issues or talked it out so it would just repeat itself, some misunderstandings never been cleared, and the way they get back together feels weird and sztuczne)(but most of the time I liked the best friend)

- Lucky’s First Love

- Cute programmer

…

T. B. C.

[prouvaireafterdark]

See Something You Like? - Malex Sex Shop AU Part 2/2

I finally finished it!!! 🎉

God, writing this fic has been such a wild ride. When I got the prompt for it, I thought I’d write maybe a few thousand words and that’d be the end of it, but here we are, 14k words of gratuitous smut later lol.

Thank you all so much for your continued enthusiasm, patience, and support while I took approximately 500 years to write it 💜

Happy New Year, everyone!

Also on AO3! (Click here if you’d like to start with Part 1)

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Michael finishes his shift in a daze, mind caught on the phone number burning a hole in his pocket. He knows there’s rules about how long you should wait to text someone once you have their number so you don’t come off as sad or desperate, but he’s still worked up from talking to Alex and every cell in his body is begging him to fucking call him.

After jerking off to the memory of him and several hours of overthinking it, Michael finally works up the nerve to send Alex a text at around 8pm.

Hey, it’s Michael, from Pandora’s Box, he types. Any chance I could get that review?

He presses send and sets his phone face down on his thigh before turning his attention back to finding something embarrassing to watch on his brother’s Netflix account while he finishes his grading. He settles on some soapy-looking teen show called Pretty Little Liars and presses play.

His phone buzzes a moment later and Michael’s heart rate picks up in anticipation. It falls just as quick when he sees that it’s just Isobel confirming the time for their monthly video chat with Max. He shoots off a response and tries to focus back on the short stack of exams he’s supposed to get through tonight while he waits for Alex to reply. 

As the minutes tick by, that’s easier said than done.

The longest twenty minutes of Michael’s life pass before he feels his phone vibrate again. The way he scrambles for it is a little embarrassing, but he’s rewarded with the sight of Alex’s name flashing across his screen this time, so, whatever. Michael opens the message without delay.

Alex: Was wondering when you’d text

Michael bites his lip as he types out his response.

Michael: ‘When’? Not ‘if’?

Alex takes another minute to reply and Michael doesn’t even pretend to grade while he waits.

Alex: Well, you did spend the better part of an hour dirty talking me at work

Michael laughs out loud as he reads it. He types “Fair” in the message field, but Alex texts again before he sends it.

Alex: I figured I made an impression

Michael deletes his reply and types a new one.

Michael: Understatement of the year tbh

He can practically hear Isobel chastising him for coming on too strong, but there’s no use playing coy with Alex after all the things they’ve said to each other today. Luckily, Alex doesn’t leave him hanging.

Alex: Oh yeah?

Michael: Yeah. I’ve been thinking about our conversation a lot

Alex: Which part?

Michael: God, all of it

Michael: But especially the way you looked at me when we were talking about my favorite dildo

Alex: How was I looking at you?

Michael swallows, thinking back to that moment, to the almost predatory way Alex stared at him.

Michael: Like you were picturing it inside of me

Michael: Like you wanted to watch me take it

Alex’s reply comes back quick this time.

Alex: I was

Alex: And I do

“Fuck,” Michael breathes, his cock twitching in his jeans. He leans back against the armrest of his couch and stretches his legs out in front of him before he types the only reply he can think of.

Michael: Fuck

Alex: 😈

Michael: What about you?

Alex: What about me?

Michael: Have you been thinking about it?

About me? he doesn’t say.

Alex: Only every minute since I left

Michael grins wide at that.

Michael: Glad I’m not the only one with absolutely no chill here

Alex: Haha, what can I say? You made an impression on me too

Michael: 😎

Michael: So, have you taken that massager for a test ride yet?

Alex: I have

Michael gives Alex some time to elaborate, and sends off another text when he doesn’t.

Michael: How’d you like it?

His phone buzzes a moment later, this time with a picture message. Michael is very glad he’s alone in his apartment when he opens it.

It’s a picture of Alex, that much is clear from the satisfied smirk on his face and the septum piercing just making it into the shot. He can also see that his chest is streaked with come, all the way up to his neck. There’s a caption beneath it that says, You tell me.

Michael’s cock has never gotten so hard, so fast.

His phone buzzes with another message.

Alex: You were right about the noise, by the way

Michael stares at the photo and the messages beneath it for longer than he’d care to admit before he decides to just call him.

“Michael?” Alex’s voice asks when he picks up.

“Jesus Christ, Alex,” Michael says, swiping a hand over his face as he tries to ignore the throbbing in his groin. “Are you trying to kill me?”

Alex’s laugh is musical on the other end of the line.

“I feel like I should be asking you that,” Alex says. “Pretty sure my soul left my body for a minute there when I used it.”

That statement conjures all sorts of images to Michael’s mind, and it isn’t until he hears Alex speak again that he realizes he hasn’t said anything.

“Michael?” Alex asks. “Did I lose you?”

“No, sorry, I’m here,” Michael replies, cheeks darkening with a blush Alex can’t see. “I’m just—sorry, literally all I can think about is how bad I want to lick your chest clean right now.”

“Mm, kinky,” Alex purrs.

“Yeah,” Michael shrugs. “Think you knew that about me already though.”

“Haha, yeah, guess I did.”

There’s a beat of silence over the line where neither of them speaks and Michael’s curiosity gets the better of him.

“When did you take that picture?” he asks.

“About an hour ago.”

“Did you take it for me?” Michael asks, unable to resist.

“Nah,” Alex answers lightly, and Michael’s confidence falls a little before he continues, “I took it for the other guy who sold me a sex toy today.”

“Cute,” Michael comments dryly.

Alex laughs, sounding pleased with himself. “I try.”

“You know…” Michael starts after a beat. “I’ve got some more toys you can play with at my apartment, if you’re interested.”

“That’s sweet, but next time I think I’d rather play with you.”

Michael curses under his breath, his cock throbbing against his zipper. He presses the heel of his palm against it, suppressing a groan at the feeling.

“In that case, you free tonight? ‘Cause I’d really like to be played with.”

Alex makes a low, contemplative sound that hits him deep in his gut. Michael bites his lip in anticipation.

“What do you have in mind?”

“Whatever you want,” Michael answers easily.

“Anything?”

“Well, maybe not anything,” Michael amends, sinking further against the couch’s armrest. “I’m not gonna call you ‘Daddy.’”

“Yeah, that definitely will not be a problem,” Alex replies, and there’s something in his tone that gives Michael the feeling there’s a story there, but it’ll have to wait for another time.

“Perfect,” Michael says. “So, how do you want me?”

There’s silence on the line for a heartbeat too long before Alex answers.

“Before we start making plans…” Alex starts at last, hesitant and uneasy like he’s never sounded before, “there’s something you should know.”

Michael’s heart sinks. There just had to be a fucking catch, huh?

“I’m listening,” Michael says carefully, trying to ignore the possibilities flying through his mind. What, is Alex married? Does he live with his ex? Does he have an STD? Is he—

“I’m a combat vet,” Alex says, words short and clipped.

“Oh,” Michael says. He’s spent his whole life actively avoiding people in the military, so he isn’t quite sure what to say to that. Is he supposed to thank Alex for his service or something?

“I, uh, lost my leg on my last tour,” Alex continues, and before Michael can formulate a response, he adds, “Hope that’s not a dealbreaker.”

“What?” Michael asks. “Why would that be a dealbreaker?”

“You’d be surprised how often it is,” is all Alex says, and Michael feels a rush of anger for him.

“Well, those guys are assholes who don’t deserve you,” he replies.

“So… it’s not a problem for you?” Alex asks after a brief moment, sounding surprised.

If Michael ever meets the men who made Alex feel like his body was a problem for them, he’s going to redefine the word for them, but Michael sets his anger aside for now.

”Alex, the only thing that’s a problem for me right now is that I’m not touching you,” Michael answers honestly.

Alex is quiet for a moment, and Michael starts to worry he’s blown this somehow, but then he finally says, “Well, we should fix that then.”

Michael lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding.

“Your place or mine?”

“Yours,” Alex answers quickly.

“What should I be ready for?” Michael asks.

Michael lets Alex consider his question, bottom lip caught between his teeth.

“I want to fuck you,” Alex says at last. “But first, I want to watch you use that dildo you showed me earlier.”

“Fuck,” Michael whispers, mostly to himself. His cock pulses in his jeans, desperate for contact, and he’s sure Alex can hear the uptick in his breathing.

“That sound like something you’re up for tonight?” Alex asks.

“Fuck, yes, Alex, oh my god,” Michael says, and he can’t be too mad at himself for being inarticulate when it gives him the opportunity to hear Alex’s laugh one more time.

“When should I come over?”

“Uh,” Michael pauses, looking over his messy apartment. “Give me an hour?”

“Sounds good,” Alex says. “See you then.”

When he hears the call end, Michael turns off his TV and jumps off the couch, eager to get started.

He straightens up a little before he hops in the shower. When he’s done scrubbing the day from his body, he towels off in the bathroom and heads back into his living space, drawing the blinds with his telekinesis as he reaches for the box under his bed where he stores his toys.

He’s planning on just opening himself up with his fingers, but a flash of silver catches his eye before he shuts the box and Michael just can’t help himself. In addition to the galaxy dildo and his favorite lube, he grabs a thick, heavy stainless steel plug that looks just like the one he saw Alex staring at in the shop.

Michael lies down on his bed and picks up his phone off the bedspread. He unlocks it and pulls up the picture Alex sent him, the fingers of his free hand wrapping around his half-hard cock to stroke it lightly before skimming down passed his balls to tease at his hole.

It’s not long before the dry press of his fingertips isn’t enough, so he draws his knees up toward his chest and squeezes some lube onto his fingers before bringing them back to his hole.

Between Alex’s scorching hot selfie and everything they’ve talked about today, Michael is buzzing with anticipation as he efficiently works himself open. By the time he’s got a fourth finger pushing passed his rim, he’s a writhing mess, his cock so hard he’s a little worried he’ll spill before Alex even gets here.

The plug is cold when Michael finally lines it up with his hole and works it in, making him gasp. He clenches around it once it’s settled inside him, its solid weight filling him up and holding him open until Alex is ready for him. His cock drools lazily against his belly just thinking about what Alex will do with him. God, he can’t wait for him to get here.

It’s not long before there’s a knock at Michael’s door.

Michael feels his heart rate spike, excitement and anticipation blooming inside him. He heads to the door immediately, feeling the plug he’s wearing shift inside him with every step he takes.

Alex is waiting for him when he opens the door, somehow even more beautiful than Michael remembers. He’s still wearing the same leather jacket from earlier, and Michael notices that his dark brown eyes are now rimmed in black. It’s a great fucking look, made complete by his silver septum piercing and black skinny jeans.

“Hey,” Alex smiles, eyes flicking down to take in Michael’s state of undress. He’d agonized a little over what to wear before deciding on a pair of soft navy sweats and nothing else. The thought of putting on a flannel and squeezing into a nice pair of jeans after working a plug that size into himself did not compute, and besides—if all goes well, his clothes will be lying in a crumpled heap at the foot of his bed in a few minutes anyway.

Regardless, Alex seems to like what he sees.

“Hey yourself,” Michael says, leaning against the door frame as he really lets himself appreciate the view.

“Can I come in?” Alex asks, and it takes every ounce of Michael’s self control not to say, You can come wherever you want.

“Yeah,” he answers instead, pushing the door open wider to let Alex in.

Alex steps over the threshold, but pauses only a few steps inside.

“Wow,” he says as he looks around Michael’s apartment.

Michael tries to see what Alex is noticing and is hit with a sudden wave of self-conscious dread. He’d tidied up the space around his bed, but in his haste to get ready he’d forgotten the chaotic mess of papers he’d been grading that he’d left all over the couch and coffee table.

“Sorry the place is kind of a mess,” he apologizes, rubbing the back of his neck.

“What? No, it’s fine, I just—you have so many plants,” Alex clarifies, gesturing around the room.

“Oh,” Michael says, relaxing a little.

He looks around once more, taking in the vibrant green leaves sprouting from the pots on the shelves above his desk and scattered elsewhere throughout his space as if seeing them for the first time. It’s maybe a lot more than the average person would have in an apartment this size, but for reasons he could never quite understand, plants have always made Michael feel at home.

“It’s like a greenhouse in here,” Alex notes, voice soft and full of wonder. “How do you manage to keep them alive? I’m pretty sure I’ve killed every plant I’ve ever touched.”

“I’m an agricultural engineer,” Michael says by way of an explanation.

“Oh, really?” Alex asks, sounding intrigued, spinning around to face him.

“Yeah,” Michael says, huffing a laugh. “My grad school stipend doesn’t exactly cover the bills though, hence the second job.”

“Mmm, gotcha,” Alex nods.

Michael stares at him a moment before he takes a step closer.

“I’m feeling a little underdressed here,” he says. “Can I get your coat?”

“Oh, yeah, sure,” Alex says, shrugging off his leather jacket and revealing the thin maroon sweater he’s wearing underneath. Michael tries not to get distracted by the way the fabric clings to his chest as he takes the jacket from him and hangs it carefully on one of the pegs by the door.

By the time he turns around, Alex has migrated to the guitar case leaning against the arm of his couch.

“Do you play?” Alex asks, looking over his shoulder when he hears Michael approaching.

“When I have the time,” he answers, coming to stand at Alex’s side. “You?”

“Yeah,” Alex smiles. “I, um, I actually own a record store not too far from here where I give lessons.”

“Oh shit, really?” Michael asks, lighting up. It’s been a while since he listened to music off a record, but after countless summers learning how to fix cars at Old Man Sanders’ junkyard, he has nothing but fond memories of them. “Wait, I think I’ve passed it on the way to my sister’s place—is it Manes Street Music?”

“Mhmm,” Alex says, smile brightening as he turns to face Michael. He gives Michael a considering look before he adds, “You should come by sometime, if you’re interested. Let me return the favor with some album recommendations.”

“Definitely interested,” Michael says at once—spending more time with Alex isn’t exactly a hard sell—but the plug that’s been nudging up against his prostate for the last ten minutes has him taking a small, pointed step closer and adding, “Though… I was kind of hoping you could return the favor another way.”

Alex’s eyes flick down toward Michael’s mouth, lingering for a moment before he meets Michael’s gaze. He must see the desperation on Michael’s face because Alex’s eyes darken and his lips curl into a slow, smug smile that makes Michael’s heart race with anticipation.

“Oh yeah?” Alex asks, tilting his head to one side like he doesn’t remember why he’s here, in Michael’s apartment. “How would you like me to start?”

Michael takes a deep breath, the possibilities a little overwhelming, before Alex licks his lips and makes his mind up for him.

“Kiss me,” Michael answers.

Alex is all too happy to oblige.

The second their lips touch, Michael feels weak with need. If he thought the simple brush of their fingers was powerful, it has nothing on this—Alex’s lips are impossibly soft and the subtle scent of Alex’s cologne is so intoxicating that Michael has the wild hope that he’ll be able to smell Alex on his pillow after he leaves.

Alex makes a wounded noise in the back of his throat when Michael buries his fingers in his silky brown hair, and Michael can’t help but chase that sound right into his mouth. Alex opens for him easily, his arms tightening around Michael’s waist as he deepens the kiss, teasing the roof of Michael’s mouth with his tongue.

Michael feels Alex’s hands on the bare skin of his waist then, his touch firm and grounding as he pulls Michael closer until they’re chest to chest. The fabric of Alex’s sweater is a little rough against his nipples, which has Michael panting into Alex’s mouth in no time, his fingers twisting a little tighter into the short, fine hair at the base of Alex’s neck.

It’s a long moment before Michael pulls away with a soft, slick sound, blood still rushing in his ears as he catches his breath.

“You don’t know how long I’ve been thinking about doing that,” Michael murmurs against his mouth, thumb brushing against the stubble on his jaw.

“I think maybe I do,” Alex says, pulling back to look him in the eye with an amused expression. “What was it you said when you approached me?” Alex pauses for a beat, as if he needs to think about it before finishing, “Oh, right. ‘See something you like?’” in a tone that is at least 25% more suggestive than the one Michael is sure he used in the shop earlier that day.

“Don’t know what you’re talking about,” Michael says, rather unconvincingly. “Was just doing my job.”

“Bullshit,” Alex says, and a wolfish grin breaks out on Michael’s face.

“Okay, you got me,” he says, bumping his nose along Alex’s cheek. “The second I saw you, I knew I had to find out if your mouth is as soft as it looks.”

“Well?” Alex asks. “Is it?”

“Mm, I don’t know,” Michael teases. “I think you might need to kiss me again, just to make sure.”

Alex shakes his head at him, an amused smile playing at his lips. “Come here,” he says as he hooks a hand around the back of Michael’s neck to pull him in for another kiss, and then another.

Michael groans unabashedly into his mouth when he feels Alex’s cock, hot and every bit as hard as his own, brush against him, but it turns into a whimper as Alex’s fingers dip below the rolled waistband on his sweats to palm his ass, stopping just shy of slipping between his cheeks.

“Tell me what you want, Michael,” Alex says when they part, and Michael can’t suppress the shudder of anticipation that rolls through him.

“Told you already,” Michael answers. “Whatever you want.”

Alex traps his bottom lip between his teeth for a moment.

“Okay,” Alex breathes. “Is it okay if I boss you around a little?”

Michael feels his cock thicken even more at the thought.

“Um, yes,” he says, communicating his enthusiasm with just a single syllable.

“Safeword?”

“Traffic lights work for me.”

“Okay,” Alex smiles. “And how do you feel about edging?”

“Love it,” Michael answers. “Feels good to hand over the reins to someone else like that for a while. Quiets the noise a little, you know?”

“Is that something you want tonight?” Alex asks, squeezing his ass a little as he pulls him closer. “For me to quiet the noise for you?”

Michael bites his bottom lip as he nods.

“Okay then,” Alex says, slowly extricating his hands from Michael’s pants. “Take me to your bed.”

Michael nods again before he takes him by the hand and leads him a little further back into his apartment, toward the corner where his bed is tucked away.

“What’s that?” Alex asks when they get there, taking a step closer to Michael’s bed.

“It’s a toy mount,” Michael answers as he steps in front of him, running his palms along his muscled shoulders and linking his arms around his neck.

The mount sits in the middle of the bed, Michael’s galaxy dildo sticking out of the slit in the black cushion. He’d felt a little ridiculous buying it, but (short of fucking himself with his powers) he’s found it really is the next best thing; It’s sturdy enough to keep the toy in place no matter how rough he rides it, and its design allows for deeper penetration than he’d get sticking the suction cup base to the wall or the floor.

Besides, Michael’s been working at Pandora’s long enough to have heard a few things and the last thing he needs is to lose his security deposit because of a fucking dildo.

Alex looks at him with wide, interested eyes and Michael shrugs, dropping his voice low when he says, “You said you wanted to watch, so I thought I’d give you a show.”

“Jesus Christ,” Alex says, gaze dragged back toward the bed over Michael’s shoulder. Michael guides him back gently by the chin until Alex is looking at him again.

“Want to see me take it for a ride?” Michael drawls, and Alex knocks noses with him in his haste to get his mouth on his.

Alex crowds Michael backward until his knees hit the bed. With a gentle shove, Michael lands on his ass, the plug inside him shifting abruptly and making him gasp. Alex is on him in an instant, his mouth slick and warm against his own while his fingers map the surface of his chest, dragging lightly through his chest hair. His knee plants itself on the bed between Michael’s spread thighs and Michael can’t help but clench his fist in the front of Alex’s sweater and press forward with his hips, desperate for some friction.

Despite their passionate start, Alex pulls away to trail slow, wet kisses down his jaw, content now to drag it out, and it isn’t long before Michael cracks.

“Please,” Michael gasps, and he feels Alex smile against the side of his neck.

“Begging for it already?” Alex asks him right before he dips his tongue into the hollow of his throat. Michael tries not to whine, but he’s fighting a losing battle.

“In my defense,” Michael pants, “you’re very hot and I’ve been hard for, like, over an hour at this point.” He looks up at Alex with pleading eyes when he pulls back to see his face, a smile still tugging at his lips.

“Fair enough,” Alex says, propping himself up with one elbow. Almost like he can’t resist, Alex reaches out and rakes his fingers through Michael’s chaotic mess of curls. Michael lets his eyes slip closed at the feeling, melting a little under Alex’s touch. “Where’s the lube?”

“Other side of the mount,” Michael answers without opening his eyes, gesturing vaguely in the direction of the far side of the bed. “There’s condoms too.”

“Then stay put,” Alex says, kissing him once before he stands up.

The room feels colder without Alex’s warmth against his chest, but he’s back in just a moment. Michael opens his eyes to see him tossing a condom and the bottle of lube on the bed beside him before he pulls Michael’s sweatpants down his legs.

Michael’s hard cock slaps against his belly as it’s freed, flushed and shining with precome, and Michael can’t resist the urge to wrap his fingers around it and stroke himself under Alex’s gaze. Michael isn’t sure what turns him on more, the slide of his fist around his dick or the way Alex is looking at him like he wants to swallow him whole.

“So fucking beautiful,” Alex whispers before he wraps his hand over Michael’s around his shaft and dips down to seal his lips over the tip.

“Oh god,” Michael whines, tossing his head back against the mattress as Alex starts to suck him. The wet heat of his mouth is nearly too much, and Michael’s other hand shoots down between his legs to grab Alex’s shoulder, his fingers bunching up the fabric. “Alex.”

Alex hums around his dick and takes him deeper, sucking hard on the upstroke and driving Michael further out of his mind with every bob of his head. It feels like barely a minute goes by before Michael’s hips start to twitch of their own accord, desperate with the growing need to bury his cock in Alex’s throat until he comes.

Alex anchors his free arm across Michael’s hips to keep him still, causing the plug he’s wearing to press harder against his prostate as he squirms and tries to rock against the bed.

“Fuck, Alex,” Michael pants, fingers gripping his sweater tighter. He groans again, his hole clenching harder around the toy inside him before he warns, “I appreciate the foreplay, but m’gonna come if you do that much longer.”

Alex pulls off of his cock, his lips shining in the light as he smirks up at him.

“Not without permission you’re not,” he says, gripping the base of Michael’s cock tightly between his thumb and forefinger to stave off his impending orgasm. Michael groans when he does it, but the sound is quickly muffled by Alex’s mouth on his.

“Did you prep yourself enough or do you want me to finger you before you get started?” Alex asks him when he’s through kissing him.

Michael nearly laughs then. “I don’t know,” he says, taking Alex by the wrist and guiding his hand lower between his legs. “What do you think?”

“Michael,” Alex moans when his fingers brush the base of the plug between Michael’s cheeks, eyes wild with desire and surprise. “Let me see.”

Michael rolls over onto his stomach and lifts up onto his knees, arching his back a little as he presents himself without shame.

“Fuck,” Alex says softly but with feeling as he grabs hold of Michael’s cheeks and spreads him open for a better look.

Michael might be embarrassed at the scrutiny if he wasn’t so fucking turned on by it. His cock throbs where it hangs between his legs and he can’t help but tighten up around the unyielding plug inside him.

“Saw you looking at a similar one at Pandora’s earlier,” Michael says breathlessly as Alex begins to tug on it, no doubt watching the way his rim stretches around it. “You like it?”

“I love it,” Alex says. He teases him a moment more, drawing the plug out an inch or so and then pushing it back inside him just to hear Michael whine, but soon he removes it from his ass and sets it down on the bed.

Michael feels uncomfortably empty without something inside him. His hole clenches greedily around nothing as he waits for Alex to uncap the lube and spread some over his fingers, his forehead pressed flush against the mattress behind his folded arms as he waits.

He feels two of Alex’s fingers sink into him, so easily he adds another right away. Alex spreads them as he fucks him, testing to see how open he is before he curls them, seeking out his prostate.

“Ah,” Michael gasps when he finds it, pleasure burning through him bright and hot. “Ah, fuck, Alex.”

“Right there, huh?” Alex asks, the pads of his fingers gently rubbing that spot.

Michael moans in reply and shifts his hips back, his knees sliding further apart as Alex continues to finger him. With his head bowed down against the mattress, Michael can see his cock dripping precome onto his clean sheets. He probably should’ve laid out a towel, but he can’t bring himself to care about that now.

Just when Michael is about to say “screw it” to his whole plan and beg Alex to just fuck him already, Alex eases off his prostate and asks, “Are you ready for it now? Or do you want another?”

Michael shakes his head; He was pretty thorough when he prepped himself earlier.

“I’m good,” Michael pants, peeling himself off the mattress after Alex finally withdraws from his body.

When Michael turns around and reaches for the lube, he catches sight of Alex, still fully clothed and standing at the foot of Michael’s bed. He remembers what Alex told him earlier about his injury and wonders if that’s why he’s still dressed. Before things progress any further, Michael decides he should check in with him.

Leaving the lube on the bed, Michael rises up on his knees and pulls Alex into a kiss, softer than Alex is expecting.

“Everything okay?” Alex asks him when he pulls away, his palms resting comfortably on Michael’s sides.

“Mhmm,” Michael nods. “Before we continue though, is there anything you want me to know? Anywhere you don’t want me to touch you?”

Alex looks away and takes a breath, a puff of air exiting his open mouth on the exhale. Michael gives him all the time he needs to find the words to answer him.

“I think I’ll keep my prosthetic on…” Alex answers, meeting his eyes again, “but there’s nowhere you’re not allowed to touch me.”

Michael nods in understanding. “Can I take this off then?” he asks, smiling as he tugs lightly on the hem of Alex’s sweater. “It’s a great color on you, but I think it’d look better on my floor.”

Alex laughs at the terrible line before he says, “Yeah, sorry. Would’ve taken it off earlier, but you distracted me.”

There’s a quip on the end of Michael’s tongue at the assertion that Michael was the one distracting him just a few minutes ago, but it dies in his throat when Alex strips his sweater off and tosses it somewhere behind him.

Alex is somehow even more beautiful like this; His skin is smooth and golden, with just a light dusting of hair over his broad, toned chest. His jeans sit distractingly low on his hips, and Michael’s fingers itch to bury themselves in Alex’s hair again, already mussed from the careless way he pulled off his sweater.

“Is that better?” Alex asks him, pulling Michael to him by the waist until they’re skin to skin, close enough that Michael can feel the hard line of Alex’s cock pressed up against him.

“Much,” Michael answers. He runs his hands through Alex’s hair before they slide down his neck and over Alex’s pecs, thumbing his nipples as he leans down to kiss his collarbone. Alex shudders a little when he does it, so he does it again.

“Good,” Alex belatedly replies, sounding distracted as his grip on Michael’s waist shifts and tightens. “Is there anything I should know?”

“No, you can touch me anywhere,” Michael assures him, tongue sneaking out to taste Alex’s heated skin.

“Okay then,” Alex says. “Where do you want me?”

“Where don’t I want you?” Michael muses between kisses, and it’s only when he feels Alex’s chest rumble with laughter beneath his lips that he knows for sure he’s said it out loud.

“To watch you, I mean,” Alex clarifies. “Do you want me on the bed with you, or…?”

He’s about to say he doesn’t care when his eyes catch on the chair he keeps in the corner. It usually serves as the place he piles his laundry until he absolutely has to deal with it, but it’s free of clothes now and it gives Michael an idea; He’d love it if Alex stayed close enough to touch him, but the thought of him sitting back and enjoying the show where he can’t touch him is somehow even hotter.

“You’d have a nice view from that chair over there,” he answers, pulling back to gauge Alex’s reaction. “Or you can sit on the bed if you want. Your choice.”

Alex glances at it over his shoulder and considers his options.

“Do you mind if I move it a little closer?”

“No, put it wherever you want,” Michael tells him.

“Alright then,” Alex says. He lets go of Michael to retrieve the chair, placing it about two feet away from the bed before he takes a seat.

While he does it, Michael pulls the mount a little closer to the edge of the bed and pops open the cap on the lube. He pours some onto his open palm and smooths it over the galaxy dildo, getting it nice and wet. His eyes flick up toward Alex’s face as he lets his hand slide up and down the dildo’s thick, colorful shaft. He finds Alex watching his hands intently, his own twitching where they rest on his spread thighs, just inches away from where his erection is straining against the front of his black denim jeans.

Michael waits until Alex looks well and truly distracted before he asks, “Which way do you want me to face?”

Alex’s eyes jump to Michael’s, blinking once before his question seems to register.

“Towards me,” he answers. “I want to be able to see your face while you fuck yourself.”

Liquid heat rushes through Michael at Alex’s words. He bites his lip and nods eagerly, throwing his left leg over one side of the mount.

Michael hovers over the tip of the dildo and reaches between his legs to hold it in place as he lines it up with his hole. He bears down on it, gasping the moment its blunt head pops inside him, stretching his rim wide, and he sinks onto its thick length slowly, one hand braced on the front of the mount to keep himself steady.

“Jesus fuck,” Michael curses when he’s finally seated, stuffed as full as he’s ever been with his knees flush against the bed. He breathes through the stretch, letting himself adjust before he even thinks about moving.

He doesn’t realize he’s closed his eyes until he hears Alex say his name. His eyes snap open again to see Alex leaning forward with his elbows on his knees.

“How’s it feel?” Alex asks him.

“Fucking huge,” Michael answers, voice a little tight. He experimentally rolls his hips, and when the dildo shifts inside him, Michael feels it right where he wants it. He bites his lip to keep from crying out at the little burst of pleasure, but a whimper escapes him anyway. “It’s good, though,” Michael reassures him a moment later, starting to grind his hips in slow, shallow circles. “So fucking good.”

Alex watches Michael hungrily as he rocks his hips, gently at first, then faster and harder until he’s bouncing up and down on the thick cock inside him, the mattress squeaking painfully beneath him. While he does it, Alex unzips his jeans and starts to palm himself through his grey boxer briefs, more of a tease than anything else. Michael’s mouth waters as he watches Alex’s precome bleed slowly through the fabric, forming a wet spot near the head of his dick. Fuck, he wants to know what he tastes like.

Michael lets those thoughts distract him while he fucks himself until Alex decides to give him directions.  

“Tilt your hips back and slow down a little,” he says, and when Michael’s eyes snap to his, he can see that Alex is trying not to smile.

“Alex,” Michael groans, knowing exactly what kind of torture that will be, but he does it anyway without further complaint.

Michael shifts his weight, bracing his hands behind him on the mount as he tilts his hips backward. In this position, the dildo puts more direct pressure on Michael’s prostate, making him groan and curse as he grinds down onto it over and over again. His mouth falls open, helpless to stop the sounds tumbling from his lips as his pleasure rises.

“That’s it, baby, get that dick right where you need it,” Alex says, eyes jumping between Michael’s face and where the dildo is moving in and out of his hole. “That feel good?”

“Yeah,” he pants, his thighs already beginning to tremble. “Fuck, yeah.”

Michael keeps riding the dildo as Alex instructs, speeding up and then slowing down or stopping altogether when he starts to get close, his orgasm kept tantalizingly out of reach. Every minute of it is the sweetest agony Michael’s ever felt and he’s so lost to the sensation that eventually his head tips back to hang between his shoulders as he fucks himself.

Alex calls his name then, demanding his attention. It takes effort, but Michael does manage to raise his head enough to look at him.

“Eyes on me, remember?” Alex reminds him gently, and Michael can see Alex’s hand moving where he’s shoved it down the front of his boxer briefs.

“Yes, sir,” Michael replies, just to see what Alex will do, and a smirk breaks out on Michael’s face when he catches the heated look Alex throws him.

As he watches Michael, Alex gives his cock a few more firm strokes before he finally pulls himself out where Michael can see him. When he gets a look at him for the first time, Michael is sure he’s never wanted to suck a dick so bad in his life; He’d known Alex was big after feeling him hard against his thigh, but to see him wet and flushed a mouthwatering shade of pink is something else entirely.

“Fuck,” Michael says, unable to tear his eyes away. He shifts his weight, leaning forward to sit up straighter, his hips slowing to a dirty grind. “Knew you’d have a nice dick. Why don’t you bring it over here?”

“Why?” Alex asks, somehow managing to sound smug and breathless at the same time as he jerks himself nice and slow from root to tip. Michael watches, practically mesmerized, as his thumb catches a fresh drop of precome leaking from the head and spreads it down his shaft. “Is one dick not enough? You want your mouth full too?”

Michael flushes, but nods, too far gone to play coy.

Alex gives him an assessing look before he stands up and crosses the short distance between them. Michael expects him to feed him his cock right away, but Alex surprises him with a kiss instead, one hand curled around the side of Michael’s neck.

“Don’t make me come,” Alex tells him when he pulls away.

Michael makes a disappointed sound. “Why not?”

“Because I said so,” Alex answers, stroking Michael’s full bottom lip with his thumb. Michael flicks his tongue out to lick it and Alex indulges him, watching Michael’s mouth as he slides the tip of his finger inside. “And because I don’t want to come til I’m inside you.”

Michael moans around Alex’s finger, sucking it harder. He knows Alex isn’t expecting Michael to let him fuck him raw—he brought a condom over after all—but the thought of Alex coming inside him with no barrier between them pops into his head anyway. He’s never let anyone do that to him before, too worried about the unknown quirks of his alien biology to risk it, but it’s suddenly all he can think about.

How would it feel?

Would Alex be into it?

Would he lean back to watch his come leak out of me when he’s finished, or would he rather plug me up after so I won’t spill a drop?

“Is that alright with you?” Alex asks, oblivious to Michael’s thoughts as he pulls his thumb from Michael’s mouth.

Michael has to take a breath before he answers, “Yeah, come on.”

Alex shuffles forward until his legs are flush with the bed, as close to Michael as he can get without climbing onto it with him. His bed is low enough that Alex’s hips are at the perfect height as Michael leans forward and braces his hands against the mattress below him so he can comfortably take Alex’s cock into his mouth. The adjustment to his position eases the pressure off his prostate, but the way he’s pitched forward makes his cock drag against the soft fabric of the cushion between his thighs, which is a blessing and a curse.

Once he’s ready, Michael begins to move, thrusting his hips back onto the toy filling him up and then rocking forward to sink down further onto Alex’s cock. The slide of both of them inside him is indescribable—an inexorable give and take that leaves Michael feeling perfectly used and hot all over, sweat pooling at the dip of his lower back and dampening his curls. It’s not his most coordinated blow job, but Alex doesn’t seem to mind.

“God,” Alex groans, swiping his fingers through Michael’s hair to push his curls out of his eyes so he can watch his cock slide back and forth between Michael’s spit-slick lips.

“So fucking good at this, Michael. Look how well you take it,” Alex says a moment later. Warmth spreads through Michael at the compliment, blood darkening his skin. “You ever done this before? Been fucked in two holes at once like this?”

Michael groans and shakes his head as much as he can. He’s thought about it, sure— wondered what it would feel like for a few guys to take turns with him, to be fucked while someone else uses his mouth—but he’s never had the opportunity. What they’re doing now isn’t exactly the fantasy he’s watched play out in porn, but with his ass stuffed full and Alex heavy on his tongue, Michael has no fucking complaints.

“You like it?” Alex asks him.

A shiver runs down Michael’s spine and he hums around Alex’s cock as he rocks back and forth, looking up at him beneath his lashes.

“Yeah, ‘course you do,” Alex says, fingers running through his hair once more. His palm stays there, a heavy weight on the back of Michael’s head as he sucks him, not quite guiding him along, but more reminding him he could if he wanted to.

Michael takes him down as far as he can go, showing off for him a little, and Alex curses, his fingers tightening around Michael’s curls until his hair is pulled taught in his grip. It just strikes that delicate balance between pleasure and pain, and Michael moans sharply, his cock pulsing between his thighs as he fucks himself harder.

“You like that too, huh?” Alex asks him, tugging on his hair once more, pulling him that little bit further onto his cock, and Michael doesn’t have to look to know he’s making a mess of the cushion beneath him, leaking precome all over it with every passing second.

It feels so good Michael doesn’t want Alex to stop, wants him to keep a firm grip on his hair while he uses his mouth, but he’s afraid it’ll push him over the edge if he lets him. Michael pulls off of Alex’s cock instead, resting a hand on his jean-clad thigh, and he feels Alex’s grip on his hair relax instantly.

“Color?” he asks.

“Green,” Michael gasps wetly against the soft skin of Alex’s lower belly, chest heaving as he sucks much-needed air into his lungs.

Alex hums and starts to pet his hair again as he catches his breath, so gently this time Michael thinks he might cry for a second.

“What do you need, Michael?” Alex asks him after a moment.

When he doesn’t answer right away, he feels Alex’s palm on his cheek, tilting his face up so Alex can look at him. Michael isn’t sure what Alex sees in his eyes, but it must reassure him that Michael really isn’t hurt or upset because he watches the concern on Alex’s face melt away, satisfaction rising in its place.

“Have you had enough of your toys?” Alex asks him, thumb tenderly stroking Michael’s cheek. “Do you need me to fuck you now?”

“Yes,” Michael answers, face burning as he grinds helplessly on the silicone dick filling him up. “Please, Alex, ‘m so close. Please let me come.”

“Shh, I’ve got you,” Alex whispers, leaning down to kiss him soundly. “I’ll give you what you need.”

Michael nods and kisses him again, relief flooding his system at Alex’s reassurance. His thighs tremble as he climbs off the mount, a soft hiss escaping his mouth as the dildo slips out of him. He feels so open and empty without it filling him up, but Alex doesn’t give him long to dwell on it.

“Come to the edge of the bed,” Alex instructs him. “On your back.”

Michael does as he’s told, sitting down and scooting closer to Alex until his ass is on the edge of his bed before he lies down flat against the mattress. He feels Alex’s hands on the backs of his thighs next, pushing them back and spreading them wide open.

“Jesus, Michael, fuck,” Alex says once he gets a look at Michael’s well-fucked hole. One hand disappears from Michael’s thigh and seconds later Michael moans as Alex slips three fingers into him like it’s nothing. ”So fucking hot,” he adds, thrusting them gently in and out of him. “Wish you could see how wrecked you are right now.”

“I can feel it, trust me,” Michael says weakly in response.

Alex curls his fingers inside him suddenly and Michael gasps, his back arching off the bed.

“Alex, please,” Michael whines, his cock throbbing where it drools against his belly. “No more teasing.”

Alex hovers over Michael’s face for a moment before he kisses him, nice and slow and deep. He swallows the wounded noise Michael makes when he lets his fingers slip free.

“As you wish,” Alex murmurs against his lips before he pulls away, and if Michael wasn’t feeling so strung out, he’d call him out for being a fucking nerd.

Instead, he watches through hooded eyes as Alex rolls a condom on his dick and slicks himself up with the lube he’d left on the bed. He shoves his jeans and underwear a little further down his hips before he holds himself steady in his hand and lines the head of his cock up with Michael’s hole.

Alex moans as he finally guides his cock inside him, sinking deep in a single stroke. He’s not as thick as the dildo Michael’s been riding, but he feels so much hotter, and Michael wraps his legs tight around Alex’s hips to keep him there.

He’s grateful when Alex doesn’t make him wait for it, barely giving him a second to adjust before he draws his hips back and snaps them forward, driving his cock back inside him as deep as it’ll go.

“Uh, fuck,” Michael groans sharply. “That’s it, baby, fuck me like you mean it.”

Alex doesn’t disappoint. He grinds his hips against Michael’s in a tight circle before he pulls back and starts to thrust, smirking as the movement makes Michael keen.

He keeps it up for another minute, watching Michael’s face with greedy eyes, before he seems to get an idea. He leans back and coaxes Michael’s legs from his waist, pushing his thighs toward his chest instead, practically folding him in half.

“Oh my fucking god,” Michael gasps, brow drawn tight as he squirms on Alex’s dick; With his thighs held closer together, Alex feels even bigger inside him. He can’t get any leverage like this either, can really only lie there and take what Alex gives him. After riding that dildo for so long, it’s exactly what Michael wants.

“Good?” Alex asks him, voice rough when he starts to move again, slow at first, but steadily gaining speed.

“Like you have to fucking ask,” Michael shoots back.

Alex laughs as he leans down to kiss him, tongue sliding along his for the briefest moment before he rises back up and gets to work.

The rhythm Alex sets is hard and fast, pushing desperate, little sounds out of Michael’s mouth with every rock of his hips. It’s all Michael can do to hang on for the ride, his fingers sliding along Alex’s sweat-slick skin as he seeks purchase on any part of him he can reach. Alex keeps his eyes trained on Michael’s face as he fucks him, hips searching for the angle that’ll have him writhing on his cock in no time at all.

It’s not long before he finds it.

“Yeah, there it is,” Alex says as Michael shouts and curses, his back arching off the bed as Alex hits that tender spot inside him again. “Think you can come like this?”

Michael nods, desperate tears gathering at the corners of his eyes. The pleasure is overwhelming already, tightening his gut as it warms him from the inside out, and his cock is so hard it hurts.

“Then go on, baby,” Alex tells him, finally giving him permission. “Take what you need, I’ll be right behind you.”

Michael nearly sobs as he comes untouched a minute later, his cock jerking messily against his chest and stomach. Alex moans loudly when it happens, Michael’s hole clutching tight around his cock as his body trembles with the force of it. Michael’s eyes slip closed as he comes down, Alex’s hips continuing their steady rhythm between his thighs as he desperately seeks to follow him.

He feels fingers dragging through the mess that’s streaked across his chest a second before he feels them at his lips, wet and sticky with come. Michael moans weakly and opens his mouth for Alex to shove them inside. He eagerly licks them clean, sucking them like he did Alex’s cock, and it’s with the bitter taste of himself on his tongue and Alex’s fingers inching toward the back of his throat that Michael feels Alex’s hips finally stutter and grind to a stop, fucking him so full Michael is sure he’ll be feeling it for days.

When Alex pulls his fingers from Michael’s mouth, they’re replaced by his tongue a moment later as Alex’s body covers his. They trade sloppy, well-fucked kisses until Alex’s softening cock slips free. Michael whines at the sensation, missing the feeling of being full, and Alex smiles against his mouth.

“Sorry,” Alex whispers when their lips part.

Michael laughs a little hysterically, eyes still closed. “You don’t get to apologize for fucking me that good,” he says, voice raw.

“Good, huh?” Alex asks, sounding smug as he drags his fingers through Michael’s hair.

“You’re lucky I haven’t passed out yet,” Michael confesses, the fading pleasure of his orgasm making him lazy and slow, his tired muscles aching for rest.

“You sure you’re not about to?” Alex asks, and Michael can feel his thumb brush against one of his closed eyelids.

“No,” Michael laughs, opening his eyes to see Alex smiling at him. “Should probably clean up first, though.”

“Mm, yeah,” Alex says. “Bathroom?”

“Back by the kitchen,” Michael answers.

“Got it,” Alex nods. He stands up and walks away, holding the waistband of his jeans in one hand to keep them from falling down .

Michael sits up and looks over at the mount still sitting on the bed. He doesn’t quite have the energy to strip the washable case off or clean the dildo, so he picks the whole thing up and sets it on the floor to deal with in the morning. He also shoves the lube and condoms back where they belong, and when Alex comes back with a wet washcloth, he lets him clean up the sticky mess between his thighs.

“You gonna take your pants off and stay a while?” Michael teases him when he’s finished, head propped up by his right hand where he lies in the middle of the bed.

He expects Alex to laugh or roll his eyes, but he bites his lip instead as he considers his question seriously.

“Yeah, fuck it,” Alex decides after a moment, stripping off his jeans and shoes before he gets to work on taking off his prosthetic. The engineer in Michael is curious how it works, but that feels like a question for another day, so he crawls under the covers instead and waits for Alex to join him.

Michael snuggles up to him when he does, eager to feel Alex’s bare skin under his hands again. They share a single pillow as they lie facing each other on their sides, staring at each other for just a moment before Michael finally presses in close and brings their lips together.

They kiss like that for a while, soft and unhurried, until Alex pulls away. Michael lazily follows the curve of his jaw with his mouth, tired but not quite done with him yet.

“Mm, what time is it?” Alex asks, pulling him out of the moment a little.

“Uh,” Michael says, lifting his head off the pillow to look over Alex’s shoulder at the alarm clock on his nightstand. “About eleven.”

Alex lets out a soft, unhappy groan. “It’s getting late. I should probably get going.”

“You don’t have to,” Michael says, letting a fingertip trace a mindless path across Alex’s chest. “I’m not kicking you out.”

Alex bites his lip as he considers his next words, which is more distracting than it has any right to be.

“I didn’t really come prepared for a sleepover,” Alex admits at last.

“You can borrow some clothes if you want,” Michael offers. “We’re about the same size.”

“No, I mean… I have a routine, with my leg,” he explains, a little sheepish. “I don’t have what I need here.”

“Oh,” Michael says, feeling a little stupid for not thinking of that himself. “Okay.” He hesitates a brief moment before he adds, “You should come prepared next time, then.”

“Next time?” Alex asks, a hopeful smile tugging at his lips.

“Mhmm,” Michael hums, shifting closer to press a delicate kiss against his lips. “I make a pretty decent omelet. It’d be a shame for you to miss out when we do this again.”

Alex’s smile widens. “‘When’? Not ‘if’?” he asks, throwing Michael’s words from earlier right back at him.

“Shut up,” Michael laughs before pushing Alex back against the mattress, determined to kiss that smirk off his face.

Alex is happy to let him try.

[neeterloveschenford]

Thoughts on RNM 3x10

Well here we are a day late and a dollar short (they’re killing me having to go in early on Wednesdays). But my lord were we blessed this week! I mean blessed and highly favored!! I can’t believe we are basically watching fanfic come to life. It’s amazing how much goodness we are getting. This is our reward for surviving last season. But I digress. Let’s talk about the best episode of this season! Let’s dive in.

Why you gotta step on Hufflepuff, Heath? Don’t you have any idea how amazing Hufflepuff is? SImmer down son.

I agree with Liz. I dislike the Longhorn tattoo too. (I am from Oklahoma afterall.) But I will not be upset seeing Max naked. He may annoy me most days, but he is a pretty pretty man. And I like how sweet he is with Liz here lately. Apparently this brush with death is making him appreciate the magnificent woman in his life. Growth. It’s a good thing. He’ll probably never completely win me over, but the more naked he is the better. (I’m a simple woman.)

Michael feeding his man! I loved this scene. I love how he just wants to take care of Alex. And I love how Alex wanted more kisses, but Michael had to show off his intelligence. Can’t have the bae thinking we’re not brilliant can we. Alex looked so put out! It was great.

So Anaste and Isobel are cute. Not gonna lie. But it’s too late for me to become invested in them this season. I think she’s just this year’s Forrest to be honest. And there is no way that they are not setting up Kybel. Just the utter joy they have in spending time together. I love them.The way Kyle looked at Isobel when she talked about helping people reminds me of the way that Alex and Max look at Michael and Liz. So I cannot see how they cannot be cosmic. And the way they support each other is fabulous. I think they will have the sweetest love story because it’s not going to be falling super hard super fast. I think Kyle is already starting to realize that he has feelings for Iz. And I think Iz will have a moment like Kyle did last season when Iz propositioned him. She’s going to pursue this relationship with Anaste, then realize she has feelings for Kyle. I can’t wait.

Dallas inadvertently teaching Isobel not to violate people’s minds makes him ok in my book. I like him. I still think Heath’s pretty boring, but we can keep Dallas. I mean, Malex’ll need someone to marry them, why not an alien preacher? And I love the fact that we are seeing him interact with Michael first. Poor Michael is probably the worst choice to stall for time. I just love seeing him try to come up with reasons why he shouldn’t leave.

Sassy Max is funny. Of course he would call it a lightsaber. Makes me wonder if he is an actual Star Wars fan, or if he’s just calling it that because that’s what Michael called the sword.

I’m thinking that we’ve had another instance of things that happen off screen. Kyle was obviously not happy to see Heath. Someone has to have told him that they think Heath was the one who attacked him. Heath had the alien mask on when we saw him, so he wouldn’t have seen his face, and the only other time we’ve seen them iAnd nteract was at Liz’s when Kyle was rubbing the vapor rub on Liz’s chest. Not the type of interaction that would make Kyle freak and lunge for his phone.

I love you Jones, but you need to keep your hands off my Kyle. He’s been through enough! Let my son go!! Also, can’t Liz find a better place to keep her bag of notes? And I’m about done with the sheriff lady. How dare! Arresting sweet Kyle. But look at him trying to protect Isobel! They’re not setting up Kybel at all! Nope.

Seriously Isobel, floating a giant smiley face is not the best way to calm someone down. She’s trying though. I love her no matter what. And Michael baby when will you listen to Alex. He’s the only one who knows how to keep his cool under pressure. Poor Dallas running away.

I love how this confrontation between Malex went compared to the last one they had in Michael’s bunker. They could so easily go down the same path they’ve always taken when they disagree. But they are committed to working things out. They are going to be such a strong couple. I am so excited to see them grow! And Michael listened!!! I’m just so proud of them. They have made so much progress!!

Another Kybel moment! They are going to make me scream if they don’t follow through with this! And you have ice powers was hilarious!!

This was a nice little Echo moment. They are not my favorite. But it was nice to see the hope blossom in Max. I don’t think he’s thought that they would find their way back to each other. So it was nice to see Liz admit that she still loves him. He has something to live for again. Good for you Max.

I still think Heath’s pretty boring. I liked the conversation with Michael and Dallas. They really bonded over their crappy childhoods. I want to see them have a great friendship. I like that they are so similar but have chosen such different paths.

Dear Liz, please learn Jones’ mannerisms. It’s really obvious to anyone that pays attention. That way you won’t have to kiss a megalomaniacal dictator next time.

I like how Kyle says he doesn’t like Max but he still wants to save him. I also really like Theo. I wouldn’t be opposed to a flashback with him in it. I’d really like to learn more about the Triad. Where does that leave Max? Did they look for Dallas back in 1947? So many questions. So many that won’t be answered. So if this equation can make Jones’ reign everlasting, does this mean that Max’s body is immortal?

Never thought I’d feel bad for that sheriff. Maybe she’s going to be like OG Valenti and end up being an ally. Or Isobel will mind scape her. I guess we’ll find out.

Kyle looks so forlorn. And Dallas picked the wrong person to tell that he might have to kill Max. I don't’ care how much smack Kyle talks, he will never let someone kill any of the pod squad. He’s just that good. I also think that the equation in the alien symbols will be something that Alex will figure out. In the OG series, Alex figured out how to translate their language. So I definitely think one of the world’s best hackers could figure it out.

And now we’re getting to the good stuff. This scene was everything I have ever wanted for these two. It was soft, sweet, loving, sexy, and hopeful. They are both so all in with this relationship. I always knew that the moment they were both on the same page, then that would be it. There is no turning back for either one of them. And the fact that they brought back cosmic and the song was chef's kiss! Alex’s face when Michael told him he was home was so emotional. They just love each other so very very much. I have cried every single time I have watched that scene. People at work the next day wanted to know why I was smiling so much. I just can’t believe that we are living in the age of Malex. And the chest kiss. But seriously, can we not let these boys have sex in a real bed? Trust me, things start to hurt after you hit 30. Their backs are not going to like them much longer if they keep this up!

So nitpicky time. There were only two small things that annoyed me in this episode. First was Dallas saying that the Lockhart machine had haunted him for 25 years. If he was 7 when he came out of the pod like the pod squad were, then they would all be 32 now. That adds on at least a year from where we are supposed to be in the timeline. Also, did Michael live with two religious nutcase families? Cause he said he was 9 when he was burned at his exorcism. But he showed Max fresh burns when they were around 13 in the season 1 flashback. I know time means nothing on this show, but if I can remember these things, surely someone on the show should be able to.

Anyhoo, that’s all I’ve got this week. I am now going to go have a small breakdown again about Malex. Hope everyone has a wonderful week! Till next time my lovelies!

[cosmicclownboy]

I really got all my ships thriving these next couple of weeks

Malex canon

Lily said Ola was her soulmate

Jess/David wedding (chesapeakes shores)

Stellaride wedding (they 100% getting married on the 200th episode cause dawsey did on the 100th)

ROYKEELY being their cute ass selves

[cosmiceverafter]

Mission Not Impossible

Random 29 for Belmanes - "How is my wife more badass than me?" for @manesalex. We have both Belmanes and Malex in this ficlet. I hope you enjoy it, love. 🧲❤️️

Isobel hadn't seen them coming, but she had the moves that were required. All that training after Noah manipulated her and died prepared her for anything.

Half of the Scooby Squad was out visiting an offsite location after finding an artifact that wasn't exactly human. It turned into somewhat of a double-mission-date with Gregory, Alex, and Michael all ready for action.

When they arrived in the abandoned building, they had unfortunately been separated.

Her husband, Gregory, liked to stick by her side—it made him feel more secure. He knew she was a tough cookie, he told her that daily, but it was his peace of mind having her within his sight. And if she could do anything for her love, it would be to give him that sense of calm after a lifetime of Manes' misery.

So she could only imagine how he was feeling now that somebody had scattered the group with gunshots.

"Damn," she muttered as she saw the two men lying on the ground, unconscious. They had appeared to be fit like bodybuilders yet had gone down like bowling pins.

Tweedle-dee and Tweedle-dumb.

They had made some crude remarks about her ass and had barely finished their sentence when she had shoved them against the wall with her mind, something she had learned over time. Then she had dropped kicked them with her ankle. Graceful, too. 

Humans. So predictable.

Except for Greg. He kept surprising her, over and over again. Her husband was one of the good ones. That concept had taken her some time to accept, but once she had, it had been happily ever after for them. No secrets, just love.

She had fallen in love so quickly it had been like falling asleep. Every day together, seemed to be better and better. He was her reason for being on earth. It all made sense now; the pain, the hurt, all of it. Gregory Manes was her everything. 

Finally, she heard in the distance Michael calling out her name, "Izzy? Izzy, where are you?"

Then she heard Alex yelling as well, "Isobel? Are you okay? I think she's this way, Michael." Oh, the two of them. Just like how she was with Gregory, that's how Michael and Alex were and always would be. Those two husbands were almost as cute as she and Gregory were, but she would never admit that to them.

Michael didn't need that ego boost.

"I'm here!"

They came running into the room, sweat and blood dripping from their faces.

Alex looked down at the two men, "Impressive." He then peered over at his husband, "I told you she could handle it."

Michael just shrugged, "I'll always be protective over her; she's like my sister from another alien-mama. I can't help it."

"And oh how I love you for it," she replied, taking Michael into her arms. "Now, would you two mind telling me where my husband is?"

"He ran in the other direction, wanting to cover more ground to find you," Alex answered. He shook his head, "You know how my brother gets with you."

"And they call me protective," Michael laughed.

"Hey, I act the same way about you, babe," Alex responded, ruffling Michael's curls.

"I'm not complaining. It's actually a turn-on," Michael added, as he bit his lip.

"Okay, okay, you two," Isobel said, rolling her eyes. "Let's go find my man."

They ran down a gloomy corridor, which became darker with every step they took. Isobel brought out her flashlight and shined it into an empty room.

She was about to call out for Greg, when Alex grasped her arm softly and whispered, "There could be more of them. Just keep your eyes open."

Alex had more training in this type of situation, so she decided to follow the excellent soldier's lead.

When they heard a shuffle and a deafening noise coming from the second room on the right, Isobel pointed, and the other two nodded.

Carefully, they made their way down, creeping as quietly as they could without bringing attention to themselves.

As they stood by the doorway, Alex counted down from three, and they burst into the room.

Sure enough, Gregory was being detained at gunpoint, and Isobel was ready to kill the son of a bitch who dared to hold her husband against the wall.

He wasn't the only one that got protective over the one he loved.

"Let go of him, right now," she warned angrily.

Gregory's eyes widened as he took her in; she could see the relief, and then the fear re-enter them. "Isobel, get out of here!"

"I'm not leaving you." She looked at the men, all three of them, "This is my last warning. Let him go."

"How about I shoot the bastard for trespassing, then all of you instead?" The tall man exclaimed with a toothy grin.

She glanced over at Michael, then looked around at Alex, who nodded at her. Their silent communication was code for ass-kicking time.

Isobel put her hand up, "Sorry, boys, that's the wrong answer."

The man with the gun flew into the wall, and Michael pulled the weapon into his now healed hand.

Alex moved so swiftly, he barely seemed human. He rammed his fist into the muscular man so powerfully that the man sank quickly to the hard surface with a grunt. The other man tried to take Michael out, but Michael flipped the guy instantly with his powers.

Isobel had one target to get to, and that target was her husband. The guy she slammed into the wall, tried to get up and she kicked him back down. What a nuisance. 

She rushed to Gregory’s side, kneeling next to him, and examined that his face was already swollen, "Are you okay, my love?"

Gregory caressed her cheek gently, and his cut lip turned into a soft smile, "I am now that I can see you're alright. I hate that we got separated. Did they hurt you?"  

"Honey, I took them all out easily. Truly, it was a piece of cake."

"She's right, she did. Two men, in fact, on her own," her brother-in-law replied proudly. Isobel winked at Alex, her now best friend.

Gregory glanced at the men on the floor, passed out, and chuckled, "How is my wife more badass than me?"

Isobel grinned, "It just comes naturally, I guess."

Her husband pulled her towards him and kissed her lips gently, "I'm in awe of you, Isobel Manes."

"I hate to break up this tender moment; as you know, I'm a hopeless romantic myself," Michael interrupted as he blew a kiss at Alex, "but these men are going to wake up any moment, and we should probably get the hell out of here. I'm not sure how much alien juice we still have left in us..."

Isobel groaned but pulled away slowly, "Dammit. We didn't even get the book explaining the artifact, though. It was the whole reason we came here. What a waste."

"I wouldn't say that," her husband murmured.

She looked over at him, as he reached into his back pocket, wincing, then holding up a small book. Isobel gasped and clapped her hands, "And you call me a badass. Well done, sweetheart!"

"Hey, being married to you, I've had to learn to keep up. Plus, I do have moves of my own, too."

Isobel helped Gregory to his feet, with the help of his brother. When he was up, she wrapped her arms tightly around him, "Don't I know it." She kissed Gregory’s cheek, hovering on his soft skin, thinking all about when she would have him home to herself. 

Alex laughed to the side of them, "I might have to agree with my husband on this one. You two rocked this mission, but we gotta go."

"Agreeing with Michael? I never thought I'd see the day," she smirked as they made their way out of the room; her hand intertwined with Gregory’s.

Alex grinned, “You’d be surprised. It happens from time-to-time.”  

"Hey! I know what I'm doing," Michael replied with a playful frown as they ran down the hallway.

"Sure, Guerin!" They all laughed.

Mission accomplished.

[jonmercer]

could you recommend some shows to binge that that could somehow fill the void after JATP? with some cute couple and a interesting storyline? Thanks!

Just to warn you I’m horrible at recommending shows. Here are some shows I watched/rewatched post JATP. They are all on Netflix. You may have watch some them

1. Roswell New Mexico (it’s about three alien siblings and it’s got two of my favorite ships - Echo: Liz & Max and Malex: Michael and Alex. It’s got two seasons so far, season 3 is coming)

2. The Order (it’s got witches and werewolves, sadly it only has two seasons but a character named Randall gives me major Reggie vibes so you may like him too and I ship him with another male character Hamish)

3. Never Have I Ever (it’s about this girl named Devi trying to get the popular guy and it’s hilarious. But it also has those moments that make u cry and are really beautiful. It’s got one season but the next season is coming)

4. Sweet Magnolias (three bffs in a small town with kids of their and one of them is recently divorced and is falling love with Coach Cal who coaches her son Tyler. Jeremy’s brother in law is in this show, he is Tyler. It’s got one season but it got renewed)

5. Grace and Frankie (I recently watched this and I loved it. Two older women who are not really friends, become bffs when their husbands marry each other. It’s got 6 hilarious seasons)

6. Crazy Ex Girlfriend (it’s a comedy and musical show, their songs are original and funny. The name says it all, but it also has its emotional moments and it deals a lot with mental health. It’s got 4 seasons and Kenny Ortega directed an episode)