#kylex ficlet

[kyle-valenti]

for @acomebackstory who's tags on one post made me write this....

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Kyle has nearly no downtime to watch tv shows or movies... he's a highly requested surgeon in a town with way too many side projects. He's never understood the ability or even need to escape into a different life via media or literature...

... but he knows that Alex does, so he makes the jokes and references using buzzwords gleaned from patients and coworkers throughout the years...

because even though he never gets it right, he still knows that it briefly distracts Alex from whatever emotional turbulence they're facing. Sure, they're about to learn horrible things their fathers did, but somethings never change, like Kyle not understanding which scifi movies were which.

After enough times though, Alex catches on at the timing. It's been a day from hell and the man turns his glance out of the corner of his eye to Kyle. "No joke?"

"My jokes aren't even funny," he replies with a sigh, tired but vulnerable at the dependence he heard lingering in Alex's tone. "You tell me that every time."

"I said they were uneducated," is the correction, lips curling ever so slightly. "Not unfunny."

Kyle shakes his head, trying to silence a chuckle. "Is that a roundabout way of saying my stupidity regarding pop culture makes you laugh?"

"You know damn well it does," Alex replies, this time giving in and grinning.

"Yeah, I might." Kyle smiled back, glancing away at the intimacy.

[a1kitkat]

Kylex Ficlet

based on this photo of Tyler and Dylan for @saveyoua-seat​

Kyle checked his watch and scolded himself for being late; it was part and parcel of his job but he hated whenever his schedule ruined plans which was more often than not. He climbed out of the car and made his way up the front walk. The front door opened at his touch and he sighed in disappointment as he stepped inside.

He paused and waited; waited for the sound of a dog barking and the sound of her little feet as she came running towards him but there was nothing. His instincts kicked in and he quietly moved through the house, worried as to why Buffy hadn’t started to attack him yet. Kyle reached the doorway to the living room and stopped in his tracks. 

Alex was lying on the floor between the couch and the coffee table; his hand tucked under his head with his eyes closed. His arm was draped over Buffy who was lying opposite him, her tiny paw resting upon her daddy’s neck. The very sight took his breath away and Kyle just stood there, staring, with a smile on his lips.

He reached into his pocket, pulled out his phone and snapped a quick photo. Kyle immediately set the image as the display picture for Alex’s contact information on his phone before slipping it back into his pocket. He quietly moved into the room but Buffy began to stir. She opened her eyes, looked up at him then closed her eyes again.

Kyle sighed; Alex was pushing himself too hard. He needed the rest. Kyle turned and made his way to the kitchen where he found a pot of water on the stove which had completely boiled itself dry. He lifted the pot aside, filled another one with water and set it to boil before opening the cupboard to search for pasta. He moved quietly and carefully around the kitchen, turned the oven on and waited till it was ready before placing it into the oven and setting the timer.

He was about to start cleaning up when he felt something nudge his leg and looked down to see Buffy looking up at him. Kyle dropped to his knees and started scratching her behind the ears.

“Look who’s finally awake” he whispered. “You’re such a good girl; watching over your daddy like that. Who’s my best girl?” 

“My best girl” Alex corrected him.

Kyle looked up and watched as Alex stifled a yawn. He still looked tired and his hair was a mess but he still looked beautiful. Kyle got to his feet, held his arms out and pulled Alex into his embrace.

“I’m sorry I’m late” he whispered.

“If I had a dollar for every time I heard that” Alex joked.

“I know”

“Well, I’m sorry I let dinner go”

“It’s okay, I got it”

Kyle broke away from Alex then scooped Buffy into his arms.

“Why didn’t you wake me?” Alex asked him.

“I’m sorry; you just.. Looked so beau… so peaceful that I didn’t have the heart”

“Kyle-”

“Alex, I know you push yourself too hard. And I know you don’t get anywhere near enough sleep”

“Who does these days?”

“You think I don’t know about your nocturnal wanderings?”

Alex averted his eyes and Kyle carefully deposited Buffy back down onto the floor. She immediately wrapped herself around Alex’s leg.

“How long have you…?” Alex asked.

Kyle reached up and placed both hands on Alex’s shoulders.

“I’m a Doctor, remember?” Kyle whispered.

“I thought that… That I was being careful not to wake you…”

“Alex-”

“Like you said, you’re a Doctor… And you need sleep and your rest and I don’t want to mess with that”

“Alex!” Kyle interrupted. “I want you to wake me, okay? I want you to talk to me about these things… I want you to share this with me”

“Kyle” Alex began “you have enough crap to deal with in your life with your job and Project Shepherd and the last thing you need is my crap on top of it”

“And as your boyfriend” Kyle said “your issues, your trauma… become my issues and my trauma too… And when you share that with me, I can help you”

“Just because I can operate on two hours of sleep a night, doesn’t mean you can” 

“I’m just saying… You can wake me, you can talk to me”

“Kyle?” Alex frowned. “Is this really just because you found me asleep on the floor?”

“No, this is because I love you” Kyle replied “and I want to help you”

Alex’s eyes trailed towards the oven where he saw the dish inside. He looked at Kyle.

“You made dinner?” he asked.

“Of course” Kyle replied.

He looked around the room and saw Buffy’s dinner already on the counter.

“You made hers too?” Alex asked.

“I wanted to let you sleep” 

Alex smiled, leaned over and kissed Kyle. 

“I love you” Alex whispered “you take good care of me… of us”

“Of course I do… and I always will”

[andrea-lyn]

Aladdin AU from your tropes post! Author's choice on who is Aladdin and who is Jasmine 😏

How is it that Alex has a genie and everything he could want in the world, but he feels so miserable?

“It’s because you’re ignoring who you really are.”

Alex glowers at him. “Why can you read my mind?” he demands of the hot genie with a ridiculous eight-pack, who’s wearing nothing but a pair of sheer pants and making Alex absolutely livid that he can’t even woo a prince away from his palace. Now, he’s staring at Kyle the Genie, who wants to make his life better.

Instead, Alex feels awful.

“I’m not reading your mind, I can just see that you’re miserable,” Kyle says, sitting down beside him, plucking the fancy clothes off Alex’s frame. “You’re not this guy. Why do you think Prince Michael wants this guy?”

“Because I’m not some poor guitar player now!” Alex protests. “I can give him everything. Magic carpets, gold, riches, I...”

He trails off, frustrated, thinking about how Michael hadn’t even given him a second look as Prince Alexander, but he’d given him the most incredible connected, needy looks when they’d been running around the city together when Michael had snuck out of the palace. 

“What makes you think he wants any of that? Look, I know you’ve got a few wishes left, but can I give you some free advice?”

Alex stares up at him and nods, knowing he doesn’t have much of a choice.

“Be you. You don’t need any wishes for that. Go sneak into the palace, play guitar, hang out with him,” Kyle says. “And save your wishes for something good, huh?”

He’s hot and he’s smart. 

It’s a shame that Alex is already in love with a prince, because otherwise, he can definitely see himself falling for a genie. 

[captainsassmanes]

Kyle was determined to separate Alex from his cabin and computer for at least one night. He showed up at Alex’s, new jeans, white polo and black jacket and demanded Alex get dressed for an adventure.

After an obscene amount of convincing, they headed a town over to a small bar hosting a karaoke night. After 2 beers and a shot of whiskey, Kyle was beaming and quietly recording Alex’s rendition of Closing Time.

He quickly uploaded it to Instagram and put his phone away, welcoming Alex back to the table with a “woo” and a big hug.

Before Alex discovered the video and forced Kyle to take it down, a certain cowboy had laid in his bed and watched it on repeat, his face shifting from shock and surprise, to an adoring smile to cries that hurt his throat and stung his eyes.

How much more was he gonna allow himself to miss?

[flintsjohn]

not sure if you write kylex but 47 for them for the smut prompts!

this is the first time i write kylex (outside of the mylex dynamic) so i hope i did alright by them! of course, warning for sexy times ahead, and also alex being insecure about his leg. mentions of past michael/alex.47. “Fuck, that’s good.” 

“Alex? You still in here?” Kyle’s voice reaches Alex’s earsjust as he’s sitting down in front of the monitors again after refilling hiscoffee cup. He pushes his fingers into his eyes with an affirmative groan. Asecond later, Kyle’s hands land on his shoulders and squeeze, making himrelease an involuntary moan.

He squeezes his eyes even tighter under his fingers as herealizes how sexual he sounded. Kyle doesn’t seem to mind, because he hasn’ttaken his hands off – in fact, he’s massaging Alex’s shoulders, thumbs digginginto the knots in the muscles and making Alex suppress a whimper.

“Fuck, that’s good,” he says before he can control himself.He regrets the words immediately, scrambling for an apology, “Sorry, I’m just-Really stressed and haven’t really-“

“Gotten laid?” Kyle says casually. His hands have stoppedbut they’re still resting on Alex’s shoulders, a warm presence that has Alexeven tenser than he was before.

“Uh, yeah.”

“In how long?”

Alex is glad he can’t see Kyle’s face, because he knowsotherwise he wouldn’t be able to admit, “Since Guerin and I broke things off.”

Kyle whistles. He finally draws back and drops in the chairnext to Alex. “That’s- Alex, that was like eight months ago.”

Alex shrugs. He’dgone by longer before, though he’s not going to admit that to Kyle, who, by theway, is now studying him. It makes him shift uncomfortably under the attention.“What?”

“Do you want toget laid?” Kyle asks, head tipped to the side.

“I-“ Alex frowns, bites his lip, then shrugs, “I wouldn’t beagainst it, if I could find someone.”

Kyle raises an eyebrow at him, a frankly idiotic grinplaying on his lips. Alex’s frown deepens. They stare at each other like thatfor a second before Kyle shrugs and says, casually, “I’m free.”

And Alex- Alex stares.He looks and looks at Kyle as his brain tries to come back online because it’sstopped working the moment those words came out of Kyle’s mouth. He gapes, eyeswide, as Kyle shoots him a cock-sure smirk. Alex shakes his head – surely, hecan’t have heard that correctly. He clears his throat, trying not to flinchwhen his voice still comes out an octave higher. “I’m sorry, I’m not sure I-“

Kyle rolls his eyes and sighs like he’s being infinitelypatient, then says, slowly, like Alex is a child and he needs him to understand, “I want to sleepwith you, Alex.”

It takes a moment for the words to sink in, and for Alex toactually understand that Kyle means them, but then he’s launching forward andpressing his lips to Kyle’s, who lets out a surprised grunt but kisses backjust as eagerly. When they separate, Kyle laughs and shakes his head, thumbsstroking soothing circles on Alex’s neck.

“C’mon, let’s get you home first.”

Alex spends the whole ride back to the cabin in a daze, hiseyes set on Kyle. His mind is working in overdrive, replaying all the momentsthey’ve spent together in the last few months. Sure, they’ve started hangingout outside of work too, and it’s been fun, but this? This, Alex would’ve never anticipated. He didn’t even know Kyle wasn’t straight, for fuck’s sake.

When they get to the cabin, Alex shows Kyle in, wondering ifhe should offer him anything before showing him to the bedroom – is that whatpeople do? It’s not like he’s had thousands of experiences in the field, andanyway he hasn’t had anyone in his home with this specific purpose since he came back to Roswell. He canfeel his heart sinking at the thought of what Kyle is going to see – the handlebars,the crutches, all his PT supplies… His leg. Alex shakes his head determinedly.If anyone’s going to understand, it’s going to be Kyle. He’s a doctor. He’s probably seen much worse.

That doesn’t mean it’s easy. Alex opts for not sayinganything, just leads Kyle to the bedroom and sits on the edge of the bed tostart undressing. He starts with his shoes, socks, then moves on to unbuttoninghis pants. He sets everything aside, methodical, then takes a deep breath andmoves his hands to his prosthetic. Kyle moves for the first time since he’s setfoot in the cabin, and for a second it looks like he’s about to offer to help,but Alex raises a hand.

“I prefer doing it myself,” he says, chewing on his bottomlip. “It’s not- I don’t let anyone-“

“Alex, it’s cool,” Kyle smiles at him, finally steppingforward. As Alex nods and focuses back on taking the prosthetic off, he canhear the rustling of fabric that means Kyle is taking his clothes off, too. Heblushes at the idea, going through the steps of taking the leg and sock off,then setting them aside. By the time he’s done, Kyle is down to his boxers infront of him. The sight makes Alex gulp.

“See something you like?” Kyle’s cocky remark is just whatAlex needs to snap himself out of the awkward state he’s been in for the pasthour. He rolls his eyes and settles back into the mattress after shucking offhis shirt, then reaches for Kyle, who gladly joins him.

They take it slow, exploring each other’s bodies for thefirst time. At some point, their boxers are discarded, and Alex gasps as all ofKyle is pressed up against him, bare skin against bare skin. It’s been so long sincehe’s been with someone like this that he can feel his eyes well up with tearsat the contact, especially when Kyle reaches down to massage his right leg justabove the stump, easing the tight muscles there and making him keen high in his throat.

“Tell me what you need,” Kyle whispers against the shell ofhis ear, thumb digging into Alex’s thigh. Alex’s eyes have slipped closed andhe’s clutching at Kyle’s shoulders, trying to pull him even closer.

“Please,” he moans, hips shifting to get some frictionagainst Kyle’s body. He’s so turned on by Kyle just lying on him, pressing himdown, and caressing him, it’s unreal.

“I need you to tell me, Alex.”

Kyle’s hands don’t stop for a moment. They move up Alex’slegs to his hips, rubbing circles there, then slip beneath him to press intothe small of his back, massaging him just like he did back at the bunker. Kyle seems to have the unsettling ability to locate eachknot in Alex’s body and ease it, leaving him breathless. It takes all hisstrength to focus on what Kyle is asking.

“I want- I want you to get me out of my head, please,” hemurmurs, hands moving from Kyle’s shoulders to his cheeks so that he can lookhim in the eyes. In that moment, he’s perfectly aware of the fact that they haven’tkissed since the bunker. He waits for Kyle to nod, then presses their lips together. It’s soft at first, chaste, in complete opposition to what they’resupposed to be doing. Then, Kyle’s fingers dig into the small of Alex’s back,bringing their hips together, and Alex gasps, letting Kyle take the opportunityto deepen the kiss.

They kiss for a long time, Alex’s hands tangled in Kyle’shair and keeping him close. He draws back to catch his breath when he feelsKyle’s fingers slip between his cheeks, teasing at his hole. It’s dry andfleeting, gone before he can push back into it, but it makes Alex rut againstKyle’s hip and let out another shaky, “Please.”

Kyle doesn’t waste any time after that. He finds Alex’scondoms and lube easily enough, and is back between Alex’s legs in seconds.For some reason, Alex expected him to have a doctor-like approach to sex, forhis pragmatism to come out, but he doesn’t. He reduces Alex to a moaning messin seconds with teasing fingers and open-mouthed kisses against his neck. Heopens Alex up like he knows exactly what he needs, how to get him there, andAlex can’t do much more than cling to him.

They pause, for just a moment, when Alex tells Kyle he’sready. When Kyle pulls back, Alex already has a prepared speech on the tip ofhis tongue – he can’t do much, what with his leg, and he can already feel thepanic clutching at his chest because he hasn’t had to explain it to anyone in months – but Kyle smiles, shakes hishead, and nudges Alex to lie down on his left side, sliding in behind him.

“Is this ok?” he asks, pressed up completely against Alex’sback. All Alex can do is nod, hands clenching in the sheets when Kyle slidesinto him, inch by inch. He gasps around the sensation, eyes closed so that hecan focus on the feeling of finally being filledagain.

It takes him a while to realize Kyle is waiting for him togive him the go ahead before moving, but when he does, he manages another small nod.He untangles one of his hands from the sheet so that he can grab the one Kylehas resting on his hip as Kyle settles on a rhythm. His thrusts are slow anddeliberate, his right hand on Alex’s hip guiding him back to meet him each time he snaps forward, the other arm under Alex’s neck, hand warm over his heart.

Alex doesn’t last long, having been wound so tight with tensionfor so long. He comes untouched, for the first time since he can remember,gasping as he spills over the sheets. Kyle follows not long after, mufflingcurses into Alex’s neck as he stills inside of him, both of them panting forair.

They’re tangled up in each other, after, Alex’s head restingon Kyle’s shoulder. He lets his fingers wander over Kyle’s body, trying to wraphis head around the fact that he’s just had sexwith the guy that has made him realize he was gay in the first place. It’ssurreal and it makes him feel strangely giddy. He can feel, more than hear, Kyle talking, and he blinks outof his reverie to look up at him. “What?”

“I said, now maybe you’ll consider going on a date with me.”Kyle smiles down at him, beatifically, and it doesn’t budge when Alex frowns inconfusion.

“You want to date me?”

“Yeah, man. Have been trying for the past five months.”

For the second time in one night, Alexfinds himself analyzing their interactions over the past few months. How in thehell had he not realized Kyle wanted to date him? He has to clear his throatbefore he can speak. “You have?”

Kyle hums and nods, the arm he has around Alex’s waisttightening just a notch. “I have. I even asked Guerin for advice at one point.He wasn’t very helpful.”

“You asked Guerin?”Alex sits up so he can gape at Kyle properly. He winces in sympathy at the lookon his face – things with Michael are still strained, though they’ve bothagreed they have to try and move on. Asking him for advice on how to date hisex-something must not have been fun for Kyle.

“He was the only other person who had experience with you.”Kyle shrugs, defensively. Alex can feel a grin starting to form on his lips ashe looks at Kyle, an incredible fondness warming his chest from the inside.Kyle is staring up at him, insecure and fidgety and waiting for a reply fromAlex, so he shakes his head, still smiling, and bends down so he can place asoft kiss on Kyle’s lips. He hopes that’s all the answer he’ll need.

[aliencowboys]

I can feel you breathe Washing over me And suddenly I'm melting into you There's nothing left to prove Baby, all we need is just to be (Breathe - Faith Hill)

“So… How’s your dog?” Kyle asked from where he lay, staring up at a patch of mold on the ceiling, his head resting on a flat, scratchy pillow. Cheap motels weren’t an unfamiliar environment to the doctor, but this one was exceptionally scungy.

Still, it was a place to lay down and get some shut-eye after a long day investigating conspiracies and cryptids. Or, at least, it would be if there wasn’t a looming tension in the form of Alex Manes lying in the bed next to Kyle.

Had Alex’s eyes been open, he would have rolled them. “She’s fine.” He shrugged, trying to shake the feeling in his gut that having Kyle this close to him in bed felt so right. After his last relationship fell apart after the guy he knew was his soulmate decided to leave the planet, Alex didn’t want to admit to himself that he was now almost definitely falling for his ex-bully-slash-current-best-friend-and-partner-in-mystery-solving-crime. So of course it was just his luck that the most disgusting motel in existence somehow not only had all but one rooms booked out for the night, but the one that remained contained only a single bed.

“What’s her name again?” Kyle asked, “Crest?”

“Colgate. I don’t know why you always forget that.” Alex answered, voice tinged with annoyance as he opened his eyes and stared at Kyle. “Why are you making small talk?”

“Just being neighbourly, you know?” Kyle shrugged.

“Neighbourly? We’re sharing a bed, not a fence,” Alex argued.

Kyle sat up and held his hands in mock-surrender. “Hey, forgive me for trying to ease the awkwardness.”

“Awkwardness?” Alex asked, propping himself up on his elbows.

“Yeah, Manes, you’re practically oozing it.”

Alex scoffed, “well forgive me for feeling a little uncomfortable sharing a bed with the guy who spent his high school years shoving me into lockers for being gay.” Alex felt guilty blaming his discomfort on that, when it was so definitively the opposite of why he felt how he did. He knew Kyle had changed, that he wasn’t the same guy he was as a teenager, and that he was incredibly remorseful of what he did when he was. Ever since Alex and Kyle had started hanging out to solve alien-related mysteries in Roswell Kyle had proven how mature and open-minded he had become. Some time after the pair had realised their talent for solving the unsolvable, and had taken to researching and exploring more sights of strange activity, Alex had forgiven Kyle completely for the faults of his teenage self.

But Alex was tired and worked up and pretending he still had a bone to pick was so much easier than admitting his real feelings, so he pinned the blame on Kyle despite knowing it was completely unfair to do so.

“Okay. Fair enough.” Kyle nodded and stood, picking up the scratchy pillow as he did.

“What are you doing?” Alex asked, pushing himself into an upright, sitting position.

“I’ll sleep on the floor, it’s fine.” Kyle replied. His face was an image of shame and hurt and it broke Alex’s heart.

“No, don’t,” Alex said, before pausing and taking a breath. “I’m sorry. I’m not uncomfortable with you.”

“Alex, it’s fine. You don’t have to justify your feelings.” Kyle forced a smile, “I was an ass to you, worse than that. I understand if you can’t ever forgive me. My actions are on me and I’m sorry, I’ll always be sorry.”

“I forgive you!” Alex interrupts quickly, “forgave you. A long time ago.”

Kyle furrowed his brow.

Alex bit his lip, and closed his eyes, taking a moment before he spoke. “I’m not uncomfortable with you. I trust you, maybe more than I’ve ever trusted anyone.” He hesitated before finishing, “It’s just- I’m uncomfortable with me. With my feelings- my feelings for you.”

Kyle stood still for a moment, frozen as he processed Alex’s words. Alex swallowed heavily, awaiting an outburst of anger or embarrassment from the doctor. Or worse, a joke meant to lighten the mood. But none came. Instead, Alex felt a dip in the bed next to him and a warm pair of hands grasp his own. He opened his eyes to see Kyle crowded into his personal space, close enough that Alex could feel the doctor’s breath on his cheek.

“That’s what this awkwardness is about? You like me?” Kyle asked, voice soft and without a hint of mocking.

“Yes.” Alex replied quietly, “maybe more than like.”

Kyle’s expression was open, and the smile that broke across his face was just as sincere. “Why didn’t you just say so?”

Alex blinked twice. “What?” he asked, unable to comprehend any thought other than confusion.

“Alex, I like you too,” Kyle grinned, his cheeks turning a gentle rose-colour. “More than like. Definitely.” He elaborated.

“Since when?” Alex asked, lips turning up as he processed what Kyle was saying.

“Probably since we visited Point Pleasant. Or at least, that’s when I realised. You were making jokes about that Mothman statue’s ass and I, uhh” Kyle trailed off, cheeks turning a brighter crimson.

“You were jealous of Mothman?!” Alex threw his head back in laughter.

“Hey, you had your first kiss in a UFO museum!” Kyle retorted, but the joke fell flat as Alex quietened quickly, reminded of the weight his previous love carried.

“Sorry. I know he was, like, your soulmate.” Kyle began to apologise.

“No, it’s fine.” Alex said with a shaky but supportive smile. He shook his head and sighed, “soulmates are bullshit.” He said with an air of finality, before he grabbed Kyle by his shoulders and crashed their mouths together.

Maybe Alex and Kyle weren’t the stuff of destiny, cosmically linked and fated to be together. Maybe they were just a couple of men who named their dogs after toothpaste brands and got jealous of statues of cryptids and fell in love in scungy motel rooms. But maybe love didn’t need perfection and beauty to be true. Maybe all it needed was to be.

[spaceskam]

Stuff I posted the last two weeks because I forgot last week (8/10-8/23):

Malex Fic: alex becomes possessed and it causes a whole bunch of shit to go down

Kylex Fic: alex and kyle drunkenly elope in las vegas

Forlex Fic: 5 times forrest notices old scars on alex + 1 time he sees a new one

Malex Fic: fake dating ficlet

Belmanes Fic: reckless hookup ficlet

Malex Fic: michael does alex's homework because he's cute

Malex Fic: alex is very hot

Malex Fic: alex finds out max exploded the school and is very not happy

Malex Fic: michael goes to alex's concert and they exhibit Gay Longing Syndrome the entire time

Joe/Nicky Fic: they take a shower after a rough mission

Malex Fic: michael learns to read alex's body language

Malex Fic: michael is upset so alex holds him until he falls asleep

Malex Fic: king michael really wants to keep alex despite getting married to someone else

Malex Fic: after a relapse, michael talks with alex

[pastelwitchling]

Hey, y’all!

(PLEASE KEEP READING!)

It’s that time again — I’m taking malex (as well as kylex, max x alex, forlex) prompts 🥰 As I work on my new malex au, as well as some other writing, I find myself still craving more malex. I’ve just missed them so much (even though I’ve never really been gone), and wanted to put the offer out if anybody had a prompt they’d like to see me write.

I was also thinking about maybe changing things up a bit? Since I no longer feel much satisfaction writing short ficlets, I thought it would be fun to try to really expand on whatever prompt I get. (If I get any, that is, you’re free to do with your prompts as you please.) But what I mean by that is that I’ll take a prompt, stretch it out to maybe two or three parts, and if I feel like I can incorporate other prompt requests as I go along, then I’ll incorporate them. What do y’all think?

At any rate, if you have a prompt you’d like to see me try my hand in, send it in 🌻

[daffietjuh]

i need some fluff today, how about a kylex ficlet? 💖

AAH Lubs, you get me my friend! I’m always up for Kylex fluff! (I was actually supposed to be working on school stuff, shhhh, don’t tell anyone)

Up until about three seconds ago, Alex thought he’d known 5 certainties of life. 

1: The sun rose in the East

2: Getting sand in your underwear fucking sucked

3: Jetlag fucking sucked

4: Whiskey tasted like poison

5: Kyle Valenti was straight

Now he was starting to wonder if maybe the sun rose in the West, or if maybe whiskey had been good all along because Kyle just kissed him. Kyle. Kyle Valenti. Kyle “you prefer hotdogs” Valenti. His high school bully. Oh my god. His high school bully just kissed him. What the fuck was going on? Was he in an alternate universe? Did he get kidnapped by aliens (again)? Was he hallucinating?

‘Okay. Judging by the look on your face, I should not have done that.’ Kyle said, startling Alex from his freak out. ‘I’m sorry, I thought we were on the same page, I should have used my words. I’m so sorry Alex.’

‘Woah, woah, wait. Rewind.’ Alex held up his hand, trying to process what had just been said. His brain wasn’t usually this slow. He hadn’t even been drinking. ‘You thought we were on the same page? What page? What book are we even in?’ Kyle looked like he’d stopped panicking in favour of looking confused, which, rude. He’s the one who started the whole page metaphor, Alex was just running with it.

‘The book where we’re dating?’ Kyle offered, hesitant and still confused. Alex had to blink stupidly at him, twice.

‘We’re what now?’

‘Dating?’ Kyle repeated. Less hesitant, still confused.

‘We’re dating? Wait, when did that happen?’ Alex asked, Kyle was still turned towards the door of the cabin. Buffy was laying near the fireplace, looking bored. At least she didn’t seem bothered.

‘Uh, the last few weeks?’ Kyle said. Why did every sentence seem to end in a question mark?

‘We have? Why was I not aware of this?’

‘Alex, we’ve been, like, going on dates for weeks. Since that dinner in Santa Fe?’ Kyle said, and Alex found himself thinking back. Kyle in really nice jeans and a black button up, sitting across from him in a restaurant, smiling at him in the candlelight. Shit. They had been dating, hadn’t they?

‘Oh my god, but- but- what about the-the’ he motioned vaguely between the two of them.

‘The sex?’ Kyle offered and Alex nodded, blush crawling up his neck. ‘I figured we were taking it slow.’ Kyle turned his body back towards Alex. He even looked nice tonight, he’d cooked Alex dinner because he was tired. He’d made Alex’s favourite. They’d gone to The Crashdown the other day. Alex had paid for both of them. It had felt natural and Kyle had squeezed his forearm in thanks.

‘Oh my god, we’ve been dating for weeks.’ Kyle actually laughed at the pure disbelieve in Alex’s voice. ‘How did I not notice this?’

‘Well, to be fair, I could have been more clear, I just figured-‘

‘We were on the same page, yeah I got that.’ Alex felt like his whole world had just sort of been picked up and then moved five degrees to the left. ‘I thought you were just being my friend.’

‘Well, I think that’s kind of what a relationship is supposed to be.’

‘Friends with benefits?’ Alex asked and Kyle rolled his eyes.

‘Not in the way you mean that.’ He stepped closer to Alex and he didn’t feel the need to back up or anything. ‘I like being around you, all the time. I like making you laugh and researching ridiculous alien theories and watching those stupid nerd movies with you. I like hanging out and taking Buffy for walks and maybe I want to kiss you, like all the time.’

‘You want to be around me all the time? I’m not great company.’

‘Yes you are.’

‘I’m not though.’

‘Yes you are.’ Kyle repeated more firmly, stepping forward and taking Alex’s hands in his. He had to look down just to make sure that was actually happening. Yep, there they were, Kyle’s hands holding his. ‘You’re smart as hell, you care so much, even when you shouldn’t and you’re funny and, well, nice to look at too.’

‘Are you saying I’m hot?’

‘I’m saying you’re smart, funny, caring and hot, yes.’

‘And you wanna kiss me?’ Alex asked, just to be sure.

‘All the time.’

‘I thought you were straight.’

‘I’m really not.’ Kyle assured him.

‘Okay.’

‘Okay?’

‘Yeah, okay.’ Alex found himself smiling. ‘Dating, you and me. Sure, why not?’

[aliencowboyqueen]

FICLET: We can do better.

Pairing: Kylex (Kyle/Alex)

Rating: General Audiences

Prompt: from @likebadgal-riri - “An accidental brush of lips followed by a pause and going back for another, on purpose.” - I may have applied the prompt a little loosely. 

"See? I don't know why it's doing that," Kyle says with a frown directed at his laptop's screen. He is sitting at his desk at home. There's a series of strange error messages in a language he doesn't recognize flashing across his screen.

"When's the last time you ran some sort of a malware scan?" Alex asks. He leans over Kyle's shoulder to push some buttons on the keyboard.

Alex emits pleasant heat when he presses against Kyle's shoulder. For some reason, he smells of peppermint. 

"Kyle?"

"I've got some antivirus," Kyle replies belatedly. He is distracted by Alex's proximity. Maybe he should let him sit down to access the computer, but he is reluctant to force distance between them. And Alex's willingness to put himself into Kyle's personal space without hesitation appears to be a good sign.

Alex makes a sound that implies You're a Millennial, you should know better though Kyle doesn't know what he's been doing wrong with his computer.

Kyle tilts his head to look at him.

At the same time, Alex turns to look at Kyle.

Alex's lips brush the corner of Kyle's. They freeze for a heartbeat.

Then Alex backs away, cheeks red. He isn't meeting Kyle's eyes even though Kyle begs him to with his gaze. Kyle's skin tingles where Alex's lips touched it.

"An underwhelming first kiss," Kyle says to break the silence. "Want to try again?"

It's always a small victory when he manages to surprise Alex. Right in this moment, though, Kyle's stomach is too full of nervous fluttering for him to focus on that.

"I mean it," he adds, just in case Alex thinks he is teasing.

He shivers when Alex brushes his fingers against his cheek.

Their second kiss is brief, just a press of lips, and at an awkward angle. It's just enough for Kyle to know he wants more.

"Better?" Alex asks. He sounds almost like he thinks Kyle’s been joking around. 

"A little." Kyle turns his chair to face Alex properly. "But I think we can master this."

With a lapful of Alex, he soon forgets about his computer issues.

[mandsangelfox]

Prompts now Open

So... my creative muse needs a little encouragement and inspired by the Sexy Story Time from the Roswell Moms server I am asking you guys to drop me some prompts for smutty ficlets for the following pairings: 

Malex

Kylex 

Echo

Drop me an ask on or off anon with a pairing and a scenario/inspiration and I’ll do my best to fulfill it.

[kyle-valenti]

They're all at the Crashdown for New Years. Max is back from the dead and Liz is tangled around him as they stand with silly decorations for the new year on their heads. Kyle doesn't mind, even if once upon a time he thought the moon hung in the sky to see the red on her lips.

Now... now Kyle is trying to ignore the closeness of Alex Manes and the fact the ball will drop soon. Alex had just broken up with his second boyfriend since back to Roswell and Kyle... Kyle is thinking of the seconds being loudly counted down, the way Alex is moodily staring at his drink, and before he can stop himself he's pulling Alex by the belt loop on the ninth second, watching him stare with surprise and a sense of hesitant readiness as Kyle's second arm moves to Alex's waist.

"Six seconds," Alex says, eyebrows raised.

"Five," Kyle replied with a grin.

2020 had never looked so good.

[a1kitkat]

2022 FFC Masterpost

Okay so I once again decided to attempt the February Ficlet Challenge and while I did make it further through the prompts than last year, I still didn’t manage to complete all 28… I did make it through 15 so past halfway (technically). Even though I didn’t finish, I’d still like to take the time to acknowledge the works I did create, separated by fandom rather than in prompt order:

Prodigal Son

Rainy Day (G rated, 378 words, Malcolm/Gil)

Intoxication (T rated, 450 words, Malcolm/Gil)

Criminal Minds

Fairy Tale AU (M rated, 766 words, Hotch/Reid)

Accidental Marriage (G rated, 724 words, Hotch/Reid)

Adopting a Pet (G rated, 638 words, Hotch/Reid)

Mutual Pining (G rated, 314 words, Hotch/Reid)

Roswell New Mexico

Model AU (T rated, 744 words, Kylex/Mylex)

Non-Traditional Format (G rated, 417 words, Forlex)

Space AU (T rated, 704 words, Gen)

Crossover [with X-Men verse] (G rated, 879 words, Gen)

9-1-1 Lonestar

Role Reversal (T rated, 360 words, Tarlos)

Shipping other Characters (T rated, 374 words, Tarlos)

X-Men

Telepathy (G rated, 504 words, Cherik)

Walking (G rated, 245 words, Gen fic)

Dr Quinn: Medicine Woman

Mail Delivery (G rated, 1014 words, Daniel/Matthew)

[ao3feedrnm]

by a1_kitkat

A collection of ficlets from several different prompt lists for October... Whumptober, Kinktober & Flufftober

My intention is to write a ficlet per day but that’s probably not going to happen... There will likely be Malex, Kylex & Mylex in the mix so the tags will be updated as they’re written

Words: 1182, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Roswell New Mexico (TV 2019)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Alex Manes, Original Characters

Additional Tags: Prompt Fic, October Fic Challenge, Fictober 2019, Kinktober 2019, whumptober 2019, Flufftober 2019, Angst, Spanking, Blow Jobs, Not Beta Read, Ficlet Collection

[captainsassmanes]

how about some kylex ficlet? kyle or alex being insecure about their relationship 💕💕

“How’s Liz?”

Kyle was filling the coffee maker, bare feet with low hanging sweats, chest on display and exhaustion covering his face.

He shrugged. “Alright. She’s tired; beating herself up trying to find a way to bring back Max, worried about Rosa.”

Reaching to grab two mugs, he noticed Alex, posture slumped at the small kitchen table, nails tracing marks dug in the surface years ago.

“Hey,” Kyle took the seat closest to him and moved it into Alex’s space. “What’s up?”

Alex let out a breath and, when he lifted his head, a fake smile spread across his lips. “I’m fine. Just thinking about her.”

He moved to stand but before he got too far, Kyle grasped his wrist, and pulled him back down gently.

“Try again.”

Rolling his eyes, Alex leaned back in the chair. He brought the heels of his hands to his eyes and rubbed, unsure if he wanted to lay out the truth right before Kyle had to leave for his shift.

“I, uh,” he opened his eyes to stare at the ceiling. “I’m just being paranoid.”

Alex stole a glimpse of Kyle who had a smug glint in his eye. “Are you feeling a little jealous, Manes?”

His heart sank at Kyle’s teasing. He stood quickly and moved to the coffee maker, pouring it slowly to regain his composure.

Kyle cleared his throat. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean-“

“It wouldn’t be the first time I lost someone to my friend.”

He didn’t want to risk turning and seeing the look on Kyle’s face. He reached into the fridge for the milk and stirred both cups far longer than required, the only sound in the cabin the light clinking of the spoon against the ceramic.

Silently, Kyle stood and wrapped his arms around Alex’s middle, pushing his warm hands under his shirt and burying his face in Alex’s neck. He kissed the skin there before saying, “I’m sorry. I didn’t think.”

Alex shook his head. “No, it’s fine. Like I said, I’m just being-“

“No.”

Kyle turned Alex to face him, features set in a serious line. “I get it, Alex, and it’s fine. I promise, nothing is going on with Liz and it won’t. But...” he held tightly to Alex’s hips, kneading the muscle there and pulling him in closer. “You have to talk to me. You said it yourself. You and He Who Shall Not Be Named didn’t work cause you didn’t talk. So let’s talk, ok?”

With an embarrassed smile, Alex nodded and pushed his hands up Kyle’s chest until he could wrap his arms around his neck. He whispered, “this is good. I don’t wanna lose it before it gets even better.”

Kyle smiled and leaned his head against Alex’s. “I’m going nowhere.”

[flintsjohn]

Hi! For the prompt thing you retweeted could you do #7 for Kylex and #14 for Malex?? If you’d like! Either or both! They were all so cute it was hard to pick one. Thanks :)

i went with kylex bc i missed writing them and they’re the cutest dorks!!! brief past malex mention there tho.7 - “I dreamt about you last night.”

“I dreamed about you last night,” Alex says, casually, overdinner. He doesn’t realize the implication to those words until Kyle’s facegoes pale. Only then does it click: the last time he’d mentioned his dreams, ithas been in a conversation about his PTSD; he’d mentioned them not being onlyabout the war, but with the occasional childhood and high school memory beingthrown in. Of course the first thing Kyle would think about would be that Alexis implying he’s dreamed about Kyle beating him up.

“That’s not- I didn’t mean- It wasn’t that,” he stammers, his hand shooting forward to grab Kyle’s beforehe thinks better of it and curls it around his napkin instead. He stares at hisfood as Kyle nods slowly in his periphery, trying to explain it in a way thatwon’t leave the situation even more awkward.

“It wasn’t a sex dream, either,” is what he blurts outinstead when his mouth finally chooses to cooperate. He lifts his eyes to finda mortified-looking Kyle staring back at him, beet-red, a weak what? leaving his lips. Alex shrugs. “Wewere just… Hanging out. It was kinda nice.”

“Kinda nice?” Kyle echoes, confusion still written all overhis features. His fork has been hovering for five minutes over his plate ofpasta, frozen on the way to his mouth. Alex blushes and shrugs again, nudginghis foot against Kyle’s shin under the table to get him to go back to his food– which, thankfully, he does after another tense second.

They’re waiting for their desserts – separate ones, but Alexknows they’ll end up sharing them anyway – when Kyle finally speaks up again,slowly, like he’s choosing each word carefully. “So… You don’t have wet dreamsabout me?”

“Oh my God,” Alexgroans, hiding his face in his hands. Across from him, he can hear Kyle laugh,which at least puts him at ease. Maybe, he thinks belatedly, he shouldn’t havebrought up dreaming about him on their first date. He shakes his head andglares playfully at Kyle when he emerges from his hands, and they’re both stillchuckling when he says, “I’d rather have the real thing”, which sends Kyle intoa coughing fit as he almost spits out the water he was drinking. The waitressgives them the stink eye as she drops off their desserts, but Alex thinks it’sworth it just to see the adorable blush that spreads on Kyle’s perfectlychiseled cheekbones.

All in all, dream conversation aside, it’s the plainest dateAlex has ever been on – not boring, just… normal. And it’s not like he’s beenon that many dates, either, but normal is actually the best Alex could hopefor. No one interrupts them, no one takes him aside to remind him howembarrassing he is, and Kyle doesn’t do anything illegal while Alex is off tothe restroom. No, they have a nice meal, good conversation (Kyle is honestlyone of the most interesting people Alex knows, even leaving aside their sharedknowledge of alien life), and split the check before Kyle invites Alex back tohis place for a cup of coffee.

Despite his quip during dinner, Alex doesn’t feel in a rushto make things physical with Kyle. It’s nothing like it had always been withMichael – cosmic, yes, but like a frenzy overtook them every time they were ineach other’s vicinity, making it impossible to keep their hands off of eachother long enough to have a meaningful conversation. Alex doesn’t regret histime with Michael, and will probably never be completely over his first love,but it doesn’t seem to bother Kyle who, on his part, knows enough about Michaeland Alex’s history, and Alex’s life in general, not to push for anything Alexisn’t ready for. It makes Alex go all soft inside and curl on the couch, oneknee to his chest, so he can stare fondly at Kyle while he goes on and on aboutsome new Marvel movie (unfortunately, Alex still hasn’t quite managed to gethim into either Star Wars or Star Trek).

It’s so nice and cozy that Alex doesn’t quite realize howmuch time has passed until he has to stifle a yawn into his hand. The last ofhis coffee has gone cold because he was too mesmerized by Kyle’s dramaticre-enactment of a particularly exciting surgery, and he can feel his eyes getheavier and heavier. Kyle isn’t too better off, his eyelids drooping and hishead pillowed on his arm, which in turn is draped over the back of the couch.They smile stupidly at each other for a second before Alex gathers enoughstrength to get up, mindlessly pressing a kiss to Kyle’s hand as he goes, justbecause it’s there.

They don’t talk, both bone-tired, but as Alex is getting hiscoat on, Kyle corners him against the door, pressing him there for a second,his eyes searching Alex’s face for any sign of discomfort. When it’s clear hecan’t find any, Kyle grins and moves forward, soft hands cupping Alex’s faceand guiding him into a kiss. It’s soft, barely there, and it’s over before Alexcan really make anything out of it, but as they draw apart they’re bothgrinning like idiots again. Alex doesn’t go out the door before they’ve saidgoodnight three times and he’s stolen another kiss from Kyle.