#if you ever see this i completely understand the decked out brainrot (ME TOO) i really don't mean to pressure you or anything

[terracottakore]

some misc. doodles to fill the wireman au shaped hole in my heart

[notsowrites]

Untitled 4x01 Coda

The Malex brainrot has truly set in. But it was so lovely to see them again. Obviously there is never enough Malex for me, so I must write it.

Enjoy! <3

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Alex held onto Michael's hand in between his own. He could still sense the fear, the nerves that kept Michael fidgeting in front of him.

And he got it too. He'd been so angry when he'd gotten home only to almost immediately spot Michael's key sitting on the table. The clothes he'd taken out of the closet were still spread out on the bed and the coffee table. And though he'd noticed the model of the gazebo gone, it hadn't crossed his mind anything had actually befallen it.

So he'd straightened everything up - putting the clothes away back in the closet because he'd still have to sleep somewhere tonight. He'd cleaned up the remainder of the model building pieces, putting them back in the cabinet in the study where they typically lived, and he'd tried to not think about the key.

For years they'd fought when things got tough, Michael trying to push him away and Alex letting him.

He does that, he hurts people to see if they let him go, Maria had told him one day. It had been a bit of an epiphany moment for him to have it so plainly laid out. 

But it hurts, to see the key. To know that Michael made the conscious decision to not take it with him. To not put it on the keyring with the keys to the truck. They'd been trying to take it slow, enjoy the little dates they never got to ever have. Alex hadn't realized how happy it made him to be able to hold Michael's hand in public, to walk around town with him and be seen with him. Particularly now that his father wasn't lurking around every corner, a boogeyman ready to destroy any semblance of happiness.

"What happened with the disposal?" He tries something simple. The mess in the kitchen was frustrating, but this was Michael. He'd never known him to not be able to fix something mechanical before.

"I made it worse," Michael replies waving towards the kitchen.

Alex smiles, walking into the kitchen and gently tugging Michael along with him. It's a relief that Michael follows, that maybe they can settle Michael's nerves together. "I've seen you build an entire pacemaker in a handful of hours. Michael Guerin, foiled by a store bought garbage disposal?"

"Alex-"

He nods, putting a hand up, understanding. "I know you wanted to fix it, and I know you will. But just because I mentioned it doesn't mean you need to do it right away."

It clicks in his mind then, why Michael may have immediately focused on on the things that were broken. The things that to him, should have been easy fixes, things he could control. 

"That's what I do, Manes."

Alex turns towards him, ignoring the kitchen, ignoring everything else except Michael, gently tugging on his hand, pulling him close. He knew there would be bumps, he knew it wouldn't be easy. Pulling Michael in with his free hand, Alex presses a kiss to his lips.

"How about we leave it until tomorrow? You can tell me what you think the problem is, and we can try and solve it together."

Michael nods, but doesn't look completely convinced yet.

He thinks about gently leading Michael into the bedroom to perhaps try and deal with the closet situation. But he thinks maybe this is already too much for one day. He'd tried not to dwell on how small Michael's entire wardrobe appears to be.  He knows working in the junkyard - Michael's never had much use for dressing up, and he's more than familiar with the lack of space in the Airstream. T-shirts, jeans, jackets seem to have become Michael's standard outfits. Things that are practical for what he does.

It starts to rain outside, the sound of water against the windows filling the silence of the house. It's then that Alex notices something odd reflecting on the porch outside the kitchen.

He blinks a few times, and drops Michael's hand to inspect closer, pulling open the door to the deck.

"What are you doing-"

"Look at the rain, Michael."

As the rain falls, collecting in little pools, each new drop hits with the same shimmer Alex has seen on the console in Michael's bunker.

"Alex, look," Michael says, and Alex glances at him quickly before noticing he's looking up towards the sky at something that looks like an Aurora Borealis - bright purples and pinks painting the night across Roswell.

Eduardo was right.

Something alien is happening.