#malex kiss

[justlightlysedated]

9 for Malex

9…in public

They've only been back in Roswell for about four hours, and Alex is already wondering what would be the best way to convince his husband to go on a second extended honeymoon.

It's not that he didn't miss his house, and his friends. He's just not ready to share Michael's attention with anyone after nearly a year of it being focused entirely on him.

Alex is sitting in one of the back booths in the Pony, holding his half-empty, lukewarm bottle of beer to his cheek as he stares at Michael, leaning against the bar talking animatedly to Bonnie. Their friends are scattered all over the bar, and Alex could be talking to someone else, busy catching up himself, but instead he'd declined Kyle's offer to play pool and had just stayed sitting in the booth, surrounded by empty glasses, waiting for Michael to come back.

Which doesn't take much longer, even though Alex feels like it's been forever. Bonnie gets distracted with a customer, and Michael's eyes sweep across the room, looking for him, and finding him exactly where he left him.

Alex doesn't bother to hide the fact that he's been staring at him the entire time.

Michael smiles and then hits the bar twice, a code for see you later, before he pushes away from the bar and makes his way back to Alex. 

Alex watches his approach with interest, eyes never straying away as he gets closer. He puts the bottle down on top of the table and turns to Michael who slides into the booth right next to him, mouth open like he's about to say something, but Alex is sliding into his space, touching his fingers to Michael's cheek, and pressing a kiss to Michael's bottom lip.

Michael makes an aborted sound at the back of his throat, but lifts his hands to frame Alex's jaw, kissing him back immediately.

Alex smiles which separates their mouths momentarily. Michael makes a protesting sound and slides his hands to the back of Alex's neck, kissing him again. 

Alex melts into the kiss, wrapping one arm around Michael's shoulders to pull him in even closer and sliding his other hand through Michael's hair.

Michael kisses him, deep and wet, licking into his mouth in a way that is not suited for public consumption, not that Alex actually cares about what's suitable to do in public.

Michael pulls away slowly, a satisfied curl to his mouth, and Alex just tugs him back into another kiss, just as deep and all consuming as Michael's.

When he pulls away, Michael's eyes are glazed, and his lips are parted.

Alex smiles, moving his hand to rub his fingers down Michael's throat.

"What was that for?" Michael asks, voice low as he drops his forehead to Alex and slides his hands down to wrap his arms around Alex's back.

"I missed you," Alex says.

"That's disgusting," Isobel pronounces as she drops down to sit across from them.

Alex ignores her, "Wanna get out of here?"

Michael smiles widely, opening his mouth, but Isobel cuts in once again.

"Um, no," she answers for Michael. "You've had him all to yourself for a year Manes. It's time to share."

"Guerin," both Michael and Alex correct her, giving her the same exasperated look before turning back to each other.

"Two more hours," Michael responds. "I promised Valenti I'd kick his ass all over the pool table."

"No way," Isobel cuts in again. "We made plans for the whole night."

Michael is giving Alex a pleading expression, and Alex hums, displeased.

"What are the chances that I can convince you to take a second extended honeymoon?" Alex asks.

Michael's eyes scrunch up with glee as he smiles while Isobel starts to protest. "We've only been back for four hours."

Alex nods his head, "Yes, and I think that's enough family time."

Michael laughs and kisses him again before he slides out of Alex's hold, grabbing Isobel's hand and tugging her away towards the pool tables.

Alex sighs as he watches him go.

[thena0315]

Kisses under Falling Water 💋🌧️

[bekkachaos]

you painted all my nights

Malex | G | 531

I literally don't know what this is but I just watched the pilot again and I had some feelings, okay?

Michael had entered Alex's orbit when they were teenagers. From that moment, he had been stuck there, unable to do anything other than rotate around him.

At first it was hesitant, afraid to get too close to the unknown and foreign kindness that Alex gave him. Still, he couldn't look away. He couldn't stop himself from going to him.

Some people would call it an addiction, and maybe it was, that's kind of what it felt like, but it was more. It was a force, earthly or otherworldly, it was a set of invisible strings tied from one to the other and tugging tight when the distance grew too great between them.

He'd been locked up when Alex left for war, and though he never said goodbye, Michael knew the moment he boarded that plane, it felt like his chest was being compressed into the bars, sucking the air out of his chest and constricting his heart inside it.

And that never really went away, he had just learned to live with it, tried to deny what it was when in reality, he knew exactly why his heart never felt whole.

Seeing him again all these years later, it was like Michael could feel his gravity, pulling him in like a physical force. He could feel it in his stomach, he could feel it tugging below his navel and only letting up when we was close enough to notice all the lines on his face, take in his familiar scent, marvel in the astounding beauty of him.

They were two polar points of a magnet, they couldn't be more different, but the pull between them grew stronger the closer they became.

And then they were alone in an empty room, and Alex's lips were drawing him back in. He had spent ten years ignoring the persistent pull in his chest, learning how to live with it, trying to convince himself that this is what it meant to feel normal.

Kissing Alex would be the worst mistake he could make, an irreparable decision that there was no turning back from. A crash landing back into a kind of love he had been searching for in every empty bed he could find for ten years. Back to seeing colours that made all the others in the world turn to pale grey.

But you can't fight gravity.

And Michael couldn't ignore the pull of Alex's lips, or the way his heart came roaring back to life as they met with the spark of a decade of lost touches. The strings between them impossibly short and yet the tugging on his heart didn't leave him, only instead of aching it blossomed into something that was more than a feeling, more than he could describe.

As his fingers traced the shape of Alex under them, it all came back stronger than when they were seventeen, all the passion of that summer love with the desperation and need of two halves of a soul that had been longing to reunite.

Michael didn't know how to let go of that feeling. It was other worldly, cosmically unfamiliar, yet nothing else had ever come close to feeling like home.

[bisexualalienss]

first day of my life came on shuffle. 1000 dead

[pastelwitchling]

Malex smut.

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              Michael smiled against the crook of Alex’s neck as his husband writhed beneath him, Michael buried to the hilt inside him.

              “M-Michael,” he stammered, breathless and red as Michael squirmed enough that the head of his cock brushed Alex’s prostate, but he didn’t move. He didn’t thrust or pound Alex into the bed, he just stayed buried, brushing Alex’s sweet spot as his husband turned damp beneath him, his back arched, his nails carving into Michael’s biceps.

              “You’re so gorgeous like this,” Michael breathed, nuzzling Alex’s jaw, his chin, his cheek. “Naked and sweaty and mine.”

              “Michael –”

              “Spread your legs more.”

              Alex bit his lower lip, but complied, pushing his legs further apart.

              Michael kissed his ear and in a voice like gravel, said, “Good boy.” Alex shivered against him, whimpering as he hugged his shoulders, clinging to him.

              Michael couldn’t believe how lucky he was. He couldn’t believe that he alone got to have Alex like this; vulnerable and wanting and pleading.

              Squirming again, Michael gave him the barest of thrusts, and Alex gasped, arching his back, eager for whatever Michael would give him.

              Michael caught his face in one hand. He bit Alex’s lower lip and tugged, then licked the bite mark. “Who do you belong to?”

              Alex looked like he was struggling to breathe. Michael loved it. “You.”

              Michael rewarded him with another thrust, long and deeper and harder. “Who do you worship?”

              “You.”

              Another thrust.

              Michael chuckled breathlessly against his jaw, inhaling the smell of his sweat as Alex moaned.

              “You feel so good,” Michael huffed, his heart hammering. “I’m not gonna last long like this.”

              Alex whimpered. “Please.”

              Michael admired Alex’s stubble against his fingers, the flush of Alex’s cheeks, the unshed tears in his eyes as pleasure overtook every single one of his senses. He was safe here, and he knew he was safe here. That was Michael’s favorite part. How vulnerable Alex was only in Michael’s arms because he knew Michael would destroy the world before he let it hurt a hair on Alex’s head.

              “Tell me you love me,” Michael huffed against his ear.

              Without a moment’s hesitation, Alex breathed, “More than anything.”

              Michael’s heart hammered for a completely different reason at the promise in Alex’s voice, and he couldn’t take it anymore. He drew back and thrusted into Alex with a loud slap. It took two more thrusts before they were both coming harder than they had in days.

              As they lay panting afterwards, Michael’s body halfway on top of Alex’s as their chests heaved, Alex ran his hands up and down Michael’s back, his eyes shut. “You enjoy torturing me way too much.”

              Michael grinned and bit into Alex’s shoulder, making him hiss. “My dick has a price.”

              Alex huffed a chuckle, which quickly turned into a laugh. Michael couldn’t look away. Tracing his husband’s jaw, he shook his head. “Your smile is unreal. Have I ever told you that?”

              Alex’s laughter faded from his lips, but not from his eyes as he turned to look at Michael’s face. “Once or twice. A week.”

              “It’s true.”

              Alex poked his ribs. “You’re unreal.”

              Michael bit his lower lip, and leaned in, thrusting his hip against Alex’s thigh. His cock was already hardening again, and Alex burst into laughter.

              “You really are unreal! Don’t you get tired?”

              “Not of you,” Michael said, like it was obvious, already moving to hover over his giggling husband. "Never of you."

***

Happy Malex Monday ❤️

[eusuntgratie]

wip wednesday on thursday bc i do what i want 😘

haven't shared in a while bc i haven't had time to write but i appreciate all the tags so i'm gonna share a few little snippets of a few things i'm working on. tags below the cut!

guess who tripped and fell into a new fandom? oops. y'all gotta scroll past some 🏳️‍🌈👽 before you get to any rwrb-adjacent words ���

malex bartender au (roswell new mexico) - hopefully posting soon!

Alex is covering the bar for Maria when he gets stuck, bottle of tequila hovering in between the bar and the glass he’s supposed to be pouring it in. He works hard not to notice people, notice men, but the most beautiful man he’s ever seen is walking into the bar and it's impossible to look away.

malexa 2x06 canon divergence, starting with maria waking up the next morning

Maria wakes up with a crick in her neck. One of her arms is asleep and she’s got a pleasant ache in her thighs.  She's warm, and the bone-deep fear that's been trying to suffocate her for weeks has abated. She takes a deep breath and keeps her eyes squeezed shut when she remembers why.

me? already writing rpf from my new fandom? GASP! please pretend to be shocked - vlamburn + a third i can't decide if i want to keep mysterious or not bc everyone who reads them would know who she is anyway i think?

“Kiss him,” she tells Michael, who finally tears his gaze from Tyler’s face to ask, “why?”.  “Because I wanna see.”  She nods and smiles when Tyler searches her face, looking a little panicked. But then Michael is leaning in close, wrapping his big hand around Tyler’s pretty neck and pulling him in and kissing him like he’s starving for it. Tyler moans and she’s so fucking wet she could shove Tyler out of the way and sit on Michael’s dick right here in front of him, but she keeps still, and watches. The way Michael pulls him closer, the way Tyler’s fingers twitch near his waist.

a little cuck fic update (sensing a pattern? don't worry about it) - taynick, disaster verse

Nick catches himself leaning forward, trying to chase Taylor’s mouth and his touch. He hears a sharp, “stay,” that rocks all the way through him and he slams himself back in the chair. He gets a barely perceptible nod for his efforts. He tries not to think about what he could do to elicit a bigger reaction. He drags in a breath and refocuses on Taylor. At a small gesture Nick barely notices, Taylor bends over the bed again. He is so fucking beautiful. Nick’s not sure he’s ever had the chance to just take him in like this. He’s always so desperate to get his hands on him when they’re alone.

alright that's enough snippets... hopefully i'll be able to get some things finished in the next few months! i miss writing! let me know what you think; i need all the motivation i can get.

thank you for the tags sunday and wednesday!

@catdadacd @firstprincehornyramblings @thesleepyskipper @basil-bird @sparklepocalypse

@thinkof-england @taste-thewaste

tagging @lostcol @bigassbowlingballhead @onward--upward for alien reasons 😘🛸

[vintagelacerosette]

Wednesday tag game

Hiii darling angelpies! I am here on timeish 😆

I was tagged by these dazzling sweethearts Nosho @creepkinginc Mel @gardenerian Evie @energievie Deanna @deedala Kat @ mybrainismelted Julia @blue-disco-lights Al @spookygingerr Jessica @guinguin1984

How did you get into the fandom?

Like a lot of us 😆 I saw a fan edit of Mickey & Ian on YouTube (I can't find it again even when I've searched my history 😭) I was kinda in between fandoms at the time with Malex from Roswell New Mexico but they were broken up at the time & buddie lol.

But then I was shot through the heart when I went through the gallavich tag & it felt like home 🥰

How long have you been here?

I was lurking at the end of 2021 & the first official time I contributed to this darling fandom in Feb 2022 with gallacrafts 💝

What's the first fandom channel you found? (youtube, reddit, tumblr, insta, twitter, FB, other?)

Here on tumblr babeeeyy

What's your favourite now?

Still tumblr but I wish I was better on discord 😅 I get overwhelmed & don't wanna talk over ppl 😔

Which mutual have you known the longest in the fandom?

Oh my goodness I had no idea but my longest mutual is the always spectacular Calli @callivich 🥰🩵💙 woooww!!

Which tumblerinos did you have your first fandom crush(es) on and wanted to get to know?

Y'all have to understand you are all unbelievably swoon worthy & there's only so many ppl I can tag in one post (damn you tagging limit 😣)

Ok, so definitely have a big crush on Deena @suzy-queued & to see smitten feeling is mutual got me

GIF by theresaphoenixinmyboot

Alice @darthvaders-wife Jane @captainjowl Mitch @psychicskulldamage when we became mutuals I squealed bc how much talent??

Jenna @ianrightsonly & Kay @goodkwuestion their fics changed me

Also, Benja @svltburn | Nosho | Vey @look-i-love-u Macy @heymacy Julissa @heymrspatel Jo @jomilky Harvey @mikhailoisbaby Georgia @iansw0rld Molly @deathclassic Stas @messedwithmandy Howl @howlinchickhowl Michelle @michellemisfit | Deanna | LJ @ofalltheginjoints Sam @sam-loves-seb Face @ burninface | Calli | AJ @ clingymickey Mills @gallavichsbitch Leah @whatwouldmickeydo

Also Jay!! You've left but gave me butterflies 🦋

Pls I kind hate this question! I've come to the conclusion I have a crush on you all OK?? 😭

This is why I make y'all Valentine's

First gallavich fan fic you read (or that blew you away that you remember)?

By the magnificent Kay The Increasingly Poor Decisions of Ian Gallagher!!! OH MY GOSH JUST THINKING ABOUT THIS FIC MAKES ME FEEL ELATED & FERAL!!! It's my favourite piece of written work & I need my non gallavich ppl to read it so I can scream into their faces how much I love it 🥰🩷🩷🩷

First fan art that blew your mind?

Seriously, Deena's gallacrafts & art always take my breath away!!! Like the artistry & creativity?? I wanna get to your level 🥰

It's three dimensional & has twinkling lights ✨️ I was astounded & my jaw literally dropped 😍

All of Alice's art especially my commissioned art 🩷

Also, Mitch's comic I stared at it forever like Ian's eyes reflecting Mick's booty 🍑👀

Fanfic trope that you were sure wasn't for you but now you low key (or high key) love?

I have read some pretty freaky & nasty fic bc of curiosity, so I nothing really gave me icks in tropes, but in writing style, I got turned around with Jen @wehangout with second person POV. You're so talented that I really enjoyed them when I would nope out before 😆

What surprised you most about this fandom?

Everything surprised me about this fandom bc it was my first one!! 😆 I didn't really know how to do tumblr & didn't really get how to interact. So I used tumblr like a sticker book, then came learning tags & so ppl reached out to me which helped me gain confidence haha

This is kinda a golden standard fandom. So welcoming, loving & encouraging!! If I ever dabble in another fandom, imma have a high standard bc I've been spoiled by y'all! ILY

Moment in the show (or YT vids if you're one of those) that you fell in hyperfixation with gallavich?

It was the "I'm fucking gay" scene to the "Guess what we've been doing daddy" The way he humps the car with all that conviction & screaming "he fucking loves it".

Everything clicked & I was like "Damn I love this fictional man." He is my favourite character of all time & this ship is my OTP & GOAT.

Also I love this edit too. It gives me chills

Ian or Mickey?

Mickey, but holy shit I love them both

Which gallagher or milkovich are you?

I took a page from @/guinguin1984 & did some quizzes & I got Fiona Ian Fiona Debbie not of them feel right ahaha

I guess Fiona bc I had her twice 😅

Consider yourself tagged if I have a crush on you or mentioned you. Also tagging these sunshines & if you wanna do it too, have at it 💛🥰

@lingy910y @mickittotheman @doshiart @crossmydna @y0itsbri @7x10mickey @whatthebodygraspsnot @ms-moonlight-inn @mmmichyyy @sickness-health-all-that-shit @kiinard @transmickey @gallawitchxx @sleepyheadgallavich @rereadanon @whaticameherefor @darlingian @andthatisnotfake @ian-galagher @francesrose3

[jm-chrome]

Spanish Colonial Era AU

Heres a little Malex prompt and doodle I did a while ago about an AU where Trese takes place during the Spanish era in the Philippines:

“Hand-kissing is a common courtesy and a normal way of greeting a lady back then. Since Maliksi is of higher social status than most of the people he encounters (being a prince and the wealthy heir to the Armanaz company), it’s customary that he initiates this courtesy. Whenever he does, he’s always met with a fit of shy giggles from the ladies… until he met Binibining Alexandra. Alex, stern and guarded as usual, would always just ignore his extended hand and get straight to business. Despite this, Maliksi never fails to extend his hand to her whenever they meet in hopes that one day she might offer her hand back to him.”

[justlightlysedated]

kinda wish that ppl would bring the same energy to male love interests of bi male characters as they do to female love interests

[meggiejolly]

I have a new scene for the Malex RWRB AU for you. You can read it on AO3 if you'd like and I'd love go hear your suggestions what scene I should write next. I'm not promising I'll fill every request, but I'll try. You can find all the posts about this AU here. @infp-obsessing-over-everything suggested that I write the ring scene and here it is:

One of Alex former Air Force buddies flies private jets now and Alex hired him to bring Michael back home. Michael wasn’t looking forward to the combined lectures from Ann, Jenna and his dad when he’s back in the states, but he was ignoring that for now. Instead he tried to push his curls out of his face for the millionth time without success because the wind sweeping over the large open space of the airstrip was relentless. 

Michael wanted to kiss Alex good bye, but even though it’s a private airstrip, there are too many people around and they can’t risk it 

Alex pulled something out of the inside pocket of his jacked and reaches out to place it in Michael’s hand. 

“I want you to have this.” 

Michael turned and opened his hand to find Alex’ signet ring, the one with the Royal crest. “Alex… I can’t accept this…”

Alex closed Michael’s hand around the ring. 

“I want you to know that I’m in, Michael. I don’t look away. Please keep it.” 

Michael looked up into Alex’ eyes and saw nothing but sincerity there. So he unclasped the chain with the little piece of alien glass from around his neck and slid the ring onto it. When the ring reached the glass, it glimmered lightly and something about it felt right to Michael. 

He looked back up at Alex. “Thank you, I will take good care of it.”

Alex looked back at him, seeming a little lost and Michael couldn't help but wrap him into a tight hug. It's not the kiss he wanted, but it was probably already risking more than he should.

Alex hugged him back just as fiercely and Michael could hear him inhale deeply. Michael chuckled lightly and whispered "I already miss you." into Alex' ear before reluctantly stepping out of the embrace and then onto the plane. 

When the plane was already slowly rolling towards the runway and Alex was still standing a little of to the site watching, Michael reached out with his telekinesis and gave Alex a soft nudge as a last goodbye and he thought he could see the corners of Alex' mouth curl into a soft smile, but they were already too far apart again. 

[bekkachaos]

45, 51 for buddie or malex

Have both! Same vibes anyway x

51. “I’m your husband. It’s my job.” Buddie

Eddie had been ever so slightly crabby with Buck since they got home from their shift.

Buck knew why of course. He had almost been hit by a van on one of their last calls. In his defence, it was going to clip the back of the ambulance and cause a lot more damage than was already on scene, so he stepped out into the road and waved it down.

It wasn't his fault that the driver was staring at the incident and not the road ahead where Buck stood, finally slamming on the breaks a little too late and causing Chimney to need to yank Buck out of the way just moments before he would have been given a hard bump. Even if it had hit him, he would have been fine, by that point it had slowed down enough that at worst he would have had the wind knocked out of him.

But it all worked out, Buck was uninjured, the ambulance wasn't involved in a vehicular collision, and Chim could now go home and tell Maddie that he heroically saved her brother on the job (at least that was how he was putting it).

Even still, Eddie was crabby, and Buck knew there was a lecture coming. Because Eddie had been stood right there watching with his heart in his throat as the van inched closer to Buck as if in slow motion, while he just stood there in front of it.

"Like an idiot," he said after Buck had hit him with the 'can we please just get the argument over with so we can kiss and make up', knowing it would make Eddie snap and spill his feelings.

"We had a patient in the ambulance," Buck reasoned, and Eddie scoffed.

"With minor injuries," Eddie said, staring him down with his hands folded across his chest. "Who, if the ambulance had been hit, would have been fine. Can't say the same about you if you had been pinned between the ambulance and another vehicle."

"I mean at least emergency services were already on scene," Buck said, trying to lighten the mood, obviously in the wrong way as Eddie's nostrils flared back at him. "Eds I'm fine, everything was fine."

Eddie sighed and reached up to pinch the bridge of his nose as he closed his eyes and nodded.

"I know," he looked back up at him with troubled eyes. "I know. Doesn't mean I don't get a little worked up when I see you in a situation like that."

Buck just smiled, knowing exactly how Eddie felt, because he was exactly the same. Though where Eddie responded by working himself up into knots of frustration, Buck usually just became overly affectionate and wanted to stay in Eddie's arms until the fear in his chest subsided, irrational as that was.

"You don't need to be so worried all the time," Buck said. "Occasionally, I know what I'm doing."

Eddie looked back at him with one hand rested on the counter and the other on his hip as he took in a deep breath.

"Yeah well," he smiled warmly. "I'm your husband. It's my job."

He didn't miss the way Buck's eyes got brighter and his chest swelled. His mouth curved in a goofy smile and Eddie just narrowed his eyes at him.

"What's that look?" he asked, making Buck shrug.

"Just that I'll never get tired of hearing that," Buck stared back at him adoringly, as if that would stop Eddie's

"What? Me being worried about you doing something dumb?" Eddie gave him a grin, eyebrows shooting up as Buck lunged in and grabbed him by the hips.

"Your husband," he said, cutting off Eddie's reply with his lips, sliding his hands around to Eddie's lower back and holding his body tightly against him.

Eddie hummed out what was supposed to be a laugh, stifled by Buck's lips and then swallowed down as his tongue parted them so sweetly. His firm hands reached up to cup Buck's face between them, fingertips caressing gently through the soft curls at the nape of his neck.

"Nice try," he said as he pulled away just a few inches, thumb grazing Buck's chin with a narrowing of his eyes, but the softest of smiles on his mouth. "I'm still mad at you."

The way he melted into their kiss seemed to negate that point.

45. “You look pretty hot in plaid.” Malex

Alex checked his reflection in the tiny mirror in the hall as he waited for Michael to finish getting ready. He had a dark line of eyeliner under each eye, a fake nose piercing not unlike the one he had when he was a teenager, and he'd even styled his hair (as opposed to brushing it and letting it fall where it chose to).

It was Max's birthday party and the theme was 'seventeen again'. Michael kept complaining that he didn't know why they had to have a theme, to which Alex would say he didn't know why he cared seeing as he never fully committed to party themes anyway. He also didn't know what was taking him so long to get ready given that fact.

"Michael come on," he said, giving himself one last look in the mirror and wishing the eyeliner had come out more even on the left side as he turned to look towards the open door to the bedroom. "We were supposed to leave ten minutes ago."

"It's not that far, we'll be fine," he scuffed his feet on the floor as he walked out in his blue jeans, grey shirt and long sleeved plaid button up, left open with the sleeves rolled up to just below his elbows.

Alex looked him up and down a moment as he got closer. He would have scolded him for his lack of effort, but in Michael's defence, he looked exactly like he did in high school. He would have to fight him to keep the cowboy hat off his head (as much as Alex loved it, Michael didn't start favouring it until after they left high school). Still, he looked good. He always did.

"What?" Michael put his hands out questioningly as he got closer to him.

"Is this as close as you get to nineties chic?" Alex asked as the corner of his mouth quirked in a smile and his fingers toyed with the collar of Michael's shirt.

"This is what I had in my closet," Michael shrugged, his eyes raking over Alex's face as his hands reached for his waist. "Surprised you never saw it in there, it's been there for years."

"You're such a comedian," Alex shook his head.

"Something wrong with what I'm wearing?" Michael cocked an eyebrow, head tilting back as if he was goading Alex into

"I never said that," Alex smiled, looking him up and down before shooting him a smirk. "You look pretty hot in plaid."

"You should see how I look out of it," Michael grinned.

He started to pull Alex closer but his hand pressed firmly against Michael's shoulder.

"Oh, I have," he said, unable to hide his smile at the pout on Michael's lips. "But we're going to be late if we don't leave now."

"It's Max's birthday, he'll have another one," Michael snorted.

"And you can get naked in a few hours," Alex said with a chuckle.

This time he was unprepared for the way Michael tugged at his hips, stumbling into him before rolling his eyes.

"That a promise?" he said, a seductive lilt to his voice that although had been heard many, many times before still turned Alex's insides to jelly.

He pulled a face like he was thinking about it, contemplating it. Then he reached out and took hold of each side of the plaid button up in tight fists, his tongue running over his lip as his eyes lingered a moment too long on Michael's.

"I don't know," he said. "Wouldn't mind if you kept this on."

Michael chuckled, leaning in to kiss him softly. Even if he did have the urge to drag him back to bed right then and there, he knew they really did have somewhere to be.

"If you don't wash off that black eyeliner then I can maybe make that work," he mumbled against Alex's lips, feeling the rush of air against his cheeks as he let out a laugh.

He hummed appreciatively as he gave Michael another lingering kiss, moaning slightly irritably as he pulled away from him.

"Let's go," he said. "Before I let you convince me to make an un-fashionably late arrival."

"And here I was thinking you had steel resolve," Michael grinned.

"Out, now."

send me a prompt and a ship and I'll write you a drabble x

[miladylocksley]

1x08 I want to destroy the thing you love and I wanna make you watch.

1x09 And what do you wanna say Alex?

That I loved you. And I think that you loved me. For a long time.

Yeah.

1x10 It’s the guy from the museum. The one that kissed you into crazy stupid love when we were kids.

1x12 I don’t love you! I don’t! We’ve been holding on to this thing. And it’s gotten us nowhere. Just let it go.

You’re a miserable liar.

1x13 Alex is in love with him.

1x13 I love him. I probably always will. But lately that love just hurts.

2x06 If you had told me I was gonna have a threesome with my best friend and my first love, I would say “which circle of hell am I in?”

That’s hell?

I don’t know. I felt—

Loved.

Yeah.

2x09 I know that you loved me.

2x10 When we were kids, you believed people were good. Despite humanity doing everything to prove you otherwise. And God, I loved you for it.

2x11 Then I fell in love with your son. And I didn’t feel superior anymore.

3x07 I picked you because I know you fell in love with an alien.

3x09 Love makes you do crazy things. And worst, your greatest fear has been actualized. Your father’s hatred is stronger than your capacity to love.

3x12 So you do love someone as much as you love Nora.

3x13 We can’t walk away from the tough conversations with the people who love us.

3x13 I need you to know, if this goes bad tomorrow, I love yo—

No, don’t say those words. We are going to win this, okay?

Winning is what worries me.

What? Can you explain that?

What if I have to kill my own father? You gonna love me then?

4x02 It’s not his dream.

Yeah, but it’s yours and he loves you.

4x04 I have a boyfriend. And I’m kind of completely in love with him.

4x08 And you wanna make me feel melodramatic when you knew, you knew that the man that I love—

4x08 I know you love Alex too. So that means we are always on the same side.

4x08 But I do know I’m the kind of man who helps save the love of his brother’s life.

4x09 Max jumped into a mindscape after the woman he loves. The least I can do is jump into a sinkhole to save my soulmate.

4x10 After all these years, after everything Alex and I have been through, our love is losing out to a hole in the ground.

4x10 I wanna help my friend find the man that he loves.

4x11 I am so in love with you it’s embarrassing.

I love you, too.

4x12 Does love confuse you, empower you or cloud your path forward? Because what I know of love is that it can do all those things.

4x12 Great love stories can withstand time, distance or hardships. Yours, Malex, has seen it all.

4x12 Long hot shower with the man you love.

4x12 I mean this with all the love in the world. Stop whining.

4x13 Louise managed to find great love. There is no doubt in my mind that Nora would want you to do just the same.

4x13 I’ve done a lot of things over the years that have inadvertently embarrassed the man that I love. But now we’re married, so I’m going to intentionally embarrass you.

[bisexualalienss]

to add onto that. it’s absolutely cuckoo bananas we never got a malex rain kiss. considering all the fire motifs around them and how michael smells like rain etc etc

[pastelwitchling]

I'm so happy you're still taking malex prompts! Could you do something where Michael's abandonment issues rise to the surface? Thank you! Love your work.

@joaneteporis

***

“How long’ll you be gone?”

Alex looked over his shoulder at Michael from where he was packing the last of his sweaters into his black suitcase. Michael hated that suitcase. They were in their bedroom, Michael sitting on the edge of their bed, still naked from when he’d woken up a few hours ago, partly hoping that if he never got out of bed, never showered or dressed, then Alex would change his mind and climb back into the sheets and Michael’s arms. He’d been hoping this stupid trip would be canceled.

Yet Alex sat before him, the tips of his hair still damp from the late shower he’d managed despite Michael’s attempts to delay him with trails of kisses down his body. He’d been giggling breathlessly then, and he smiled just as easily now at the false indifference.

He put his last sweater in before gripping Michael’s knee and kissing it, his hand stroking Michael’s thigh soothingly.

“Just three days,” he promised. “I’ll be back before you know it.”

Michael held out a hand. “I want collateral.”

Alex burst into laughter, and Michael tried hard not to smile at the sound. “What could I possibly give you?”

“Your phone.”

“And how would I get in touch with Ramos without my phone?” he said, squishing his cheek against Michael’s knee. “Or you?”

He dropped his hand. “Damn it.”

Alex’s smile widened. “You actually think I’d come back for my phone and not you?”

“I know you’d come back for me,” Michael said defensively, and could hear the threat in his voice himself. I know you will come back for me. Or else I’d come after you and never let you out of my sight. “I just need a little insurance.”

“So you don’t trust me.”

“I don’t trust our life, Alex,” he corrected. “I don’t trust that something else won’t happen when I’m not there.”

“I’m keeping my location on,” he said, more softly. “I told you I’d tell you when I got there. Besides, I’m not heading anywhere alone, this is another branch of agents, Guerin.” He pressed one more gentle kiss to Michael’s calf and turned back to his suitcase. “No evil aliens are taking me away this time.”

Alex shut his suitcase and zipped it up, the sounds like nails in a coffin, and Michael’s heart sank into his stomach. It was really happening. Alex was really going to leave again, and there was nothing Michael could do about it. He was going to be sick, he couldn’t breathe.

Alex picked up his suitcase, Michael’s hand outstretched halfway between them, wanting to pull Alex back by his sleeve and keep him there and to call his name and show him how scared he was so that he never walked out that door. Alex had talked to him when Eduardo had asked him to train a bunch of recruits outside of Roswell, had told him that he wouldn’t go if it really bothered his husband, and Michael – the absolute dumbass – had said that he would be fine, it would be okay, that Michael might get a little nervous about it, but that Alex should go if that was what he needed to do. If he promised to return.

He'd been regretting every word since. He should’ve said no. He knew that there was no way Alex would begrudge him for it; Alex loved him, he would’ve done anything to keep Michael happy, and Michael was only happy when he had Alex in his line of sight –

Alex was suddenly in his space, crawling into Michael’s lap and straddling him on the edge of the bed, Michael’s legs the only thing keeping him from falling. He hugged Michael’s shoulders and buried his face in the crook of Michael’s neck, slipping a hand into his curls and holding on.

“Shhh, baby,” Alex whispered, completely calm. The darkness around Michael’s vision slowly cleared, and he saw Alex’s suitcase leaning against the wall. He had clearly noticed Michael’s impending panic and had wanted to shut the suitcase and put it aside so that he could focus his attention on his husband instead. “I’m here. I’m right here.”

Michael’s hands were still trembling when he reached up to hug Alex back, gripping fistfuls of his shirt and squeezing him to his chest.

“Breathe,” Alex murmured over and over, his breath warm on Michael’s ear. “Breathe, beautiful.”

“I’m – I’m trying,” he gritted out, shoving his face hard into Alex’s shoulder and trying to breathe in his scent, to remind himself that Alex was right here, in his arms. That they were husbands now, and had beaten the monsters that had come for them together, and they were free. That Alex was his, and no one was ever taking him away again.

After a long few minutes, Michael’s shuddering had ceased, but Alex was still rubbing his back and breathing softly against his neck.

“Just breathe,” he said softly, reaching into his back pocket. He pulled his phone out. “I’m right here.”

Michael didn’t want to let go of him. “W-What’re you doing?”

“Calling Eduardo,” he said, dialing. “I’m canceling.”

Michael frowned. He knew what he wanted to say; he wanted to say that he was sorry, but that he really couldn’t do this; he couldn’t be away from Alex, he couldn’t let him go, he couldn’t send him off and act like it wasn’t killing him.

But he caught Alex’s hand anyway.

“No,” he said, even as he felt someone else say the word, even as his brows furrowed and he squeezed Alex’s fingers. “N-No, I’m – I’m okay, I’m fine.”

“Michael,” Alex pulled back enough to see his face, cupping his cheek, “it’s okay. I care more about you than some stupid job, I don’t mind staying right here, okay?”

Michael could see that. There was no resentment or disappointment in Alex’s dark eyes or his soft, loving smile. He would stay on Michael’s lap all day if Michael wanted him to, and he’d be happy to do it.

How long would that last? How long would their relationship survive if Michael couldn’t give him a few days’ worth of space? How long until Michael’s love for Alex turned into an incessant need that was never satisfied, until neither of them could go off to work without Michael descending into a panic attack?

No. Something had to give.

“I can’t . . .” he started, and Alex was nodding.

“I understand,” he said, “it’s okay.”

“No,” he held Alex’s hand to his lips. “I can’t be this scared all the time, Alex. I can’t worry that you won’t come back every time you walk out the door. I have to . . .” the words didn’t want to leave, but Michael forced them out, “I have to let you go. Just for a little while. Just so I know that you’ll always come back to me.”

“Always,” Alex promised at once, and something in Michael rested a little easier. He believed him, he did . . . he was just terrified. Alex was too important to him to risk.

Sliding a hand into Alex’s hair, he pulled him in to slot their mouths together, his other arm around Alex’s waist. Alex arched into his body like he was just as starved for him, cupping his face and tilting his head to deepen the kiss.

They ended up tangled in each other a few minutes more before Michael had to put a stop to it and walk Alex to the door. If he held him close now, he really wouldn’t ever let him leave again. Alex walked backwards to his car, eyes on Michael until the last possible second. Michael didn’t dare go inside until long after Alex’s car was out of sight. Then he closed the door and collapsed against it, exhaling shakily, a tear rolling down his cheek.

“He’ll come back,” he told himself, the silence of the now empty house heavier than it had ever been. “He’ll come back.”

Alex checked in when he got to the top-secret base that night, and Michael had checked his location just to make sure he’d been safe and sound the entire ride there, where Alex finally turned off the feature until his inevitable drive back. He called that night, and Michael kept him on the phone to fall asleep to his voice, and then again in the morning to make sure Michael had eaten. Michael had done the same, and protested when Alex had insisted that a granola bar was enough.

“I mean, there’s a breakfast buffet, but . . .”

“But what?”

Alex’s voice dropped to a murmur like it did in those rare moments when he was shy. “I don’t know anyone. I’m supposed to be their superior, what if they just stare at me?”

Michael had been having coffee by himself at the kitchen isle, his tech and schematics spread out before him in an effort to distract him from the lack of his warm, rosy-cheeked husband at his side, and now at Alex’s embarrassment, he found himself smiling genuinely for the first time all morning.

“Aww, baby . . .”

“Shut up,” Alex grumbled, and Michael’s shoulders shook with quiet laughter. “Stop laughing at me!”

Michael’s laugh burst out then, and he curled around the phone in the hope that he could pull Alex through it and hold him like he was dying to do.

“God, I miss you,” he sighed, still smiling.

“It’s been a few hours,” Alex said. “You haven’t had the time.”

“I can miss you if I want to.”

“I miss you, too, then.”

Michael hummed. “How much do you miss me?”

“So much.”

“Enough for a FaceTime call?”

Alex couldn’t have missed the suggestion in Michael’s voice, and this time, it was him who laughed. Michael rested his chin on his palm and closed his eyes, his schematics forgotten.

“You’re such a freak,” he said fondly. “Fine, I’ll go into the damn dining hall.”

“Tell me you miss me again first.”

“I miss you,” he giggled.

“One more time?”

“I miss you I miss you I miss you, you absolute dork. I’ll call you tonight.” Then, softer, “I love you.”

“I love you more,” Michael promised, his smile already dimming at the end of the call that was coming. When Alex finally hung up, Michael continued to sit there for a long time, staring through his notes. Alex had already left, but Michael couldn’t help but whisper into the phone, “Come back to me soon.”

Over the next two days, Michael did a lot of pacing. He lounged on an exasperated Max’s couch (“It’s three days, stop being pathetic!”), hung out with Isobel and Kyle at Kyle’s insistence (who Michael was sure Alex had talked to), and worked endless hours at the junkyard to Walt’s eternal chagrin (“Lord help us if his car breaks down and he has to stay away another damn day”).

Alex did not call him on the fourth morning because he’d left the base early, making the drive back to Roswell instead, so Michael spent the hours since before dawn pacing outside. His heart thrashed when Alex’s car finally came into view, shifted restlessly from foot to foot as it pulled into the driveway, and ran at his husband before he’d even closed the car door.

Alex dropped his suitcase just as Michael swept him into his arms, his legs wrapping around Michael’s waist and his face buried in the crook of Michael’s neck. Michael groaned, long and low, his heart threatening to burst out of his chest now as he touched every inch of Alex he could reach, breathing him in and pulling him closer, closer, closer.

“I’m so tired,” Alex murmured wearily, hugging Michael’s shoulders tighter and cuddling into him like he was planning to fall asleep right there.

Michael couldn’t speak for a moment, running a hand between Alex’s shoulder blades, up and down his waist, clawing over his ass. Anything to keep him close, to feel him for hours after he eventually put him down. At least, Michael hoped he would put him down. Right now, he couldn’t imagine it.

Alex seemed to recognize that, and made no request to be released. He slid a hand into Michael’s curls and tugged. “You were so brave for me, baby,” he said. “I’m so proud of you.”

Michael shut his eyes tighter, holding onto Alex like his life depended on it. Sometimes, he thought it did. He wondered how brave Alex would think he was if he told him that.

“No big deal,” he finally said, releasing his first deep breath in days. “Barely noticed you were gone.”

***

Happy Malex Monday ❤️

[eusuntgratie]

2024 Writing Round Up

tagged by the wonderful @cha-melodius <3 thank you i love this!

i published 33 fics in 2024 🥳 101k words across 9 fandoms! i MIGHT get one more up by the end of the year but we'll see!

FEBRUARY

dance with me so we don't cry (rwrb, firstprince, T, 1500 words) a songfic au inspired by lonely dancers by conan gray. henry and alex have a meet cute in a club after having their hearts broken.

APRIL

ya girl was BUSY in april why did i publish so much fic this month?!?

thirst trap (911 rpf, ryliver, M, 500 words) baby's first ryliver! oliver takes a slutty gym selfie with a special surprise.

this could be a disaster (rwrb rpf, taynick, E, 44k) my slutty magnum opus finished posting in april! an au of sorts where covid didn't happen and we got a press tour for rwrb...and sluttery and shenanigans ensued.

you could've texted (911 rpf, ryliver, E, 1400 words) oliver reacts to ryan's insta story

chapter 1 of disaster (taylor's version) (rwrb rpf, taynick, M, 1500 words) taylor's pov of chapter 3 of this could be a disaster

MAY

hungry (hockey rpf, tknp, M, 800 words) Nolan's a succubus, TK is down bad as always

chili (the falcon & the winter soldier, sarahbucky, G, 150 words) sarah and bucky share a quiet moment in the kitchen

JUNE

quiet (911 rpf, ryliver, E, 800 words) the inevitable result of me learning that oliver shared a villa with ryan and his wife at aisha's wedding i don't know how to say it (hockey rpf, sidgeno & sidgenotanger, E, 3k) an omegaverse au where geno reacts to kris getting called up, kris falls in immediate lust with sid, and sid plays everybody like a fiddle to get what he wants. my 2024 sidgeno exchange fic!

after hours (rwrb, firstprince, E, 5k, at least one chapter left to post) alex is a (very hot) mechanic, henry is a visiting professor at UT Austin.

montana (hockey rpf, sid/anna, E, 1200 words) anna shows up to sid's place in montana and pegs him. that's it that's the fic.

JULY

couldn't help it (rwrb, firstprince, M, 400 words) the first of many kiss prompts. canon compliant reunion kiss at lake lbj.

then don't (chambers & kissing booth, kissingchambers, G, 600 words) a soft and sweet marco/elliott meet cute

fearless and fierce (teen wolf, stisaac, M, 600 words) a desperate post-battle kiss

already over (rwrb, alex/raf, E, 7k) hands down one of my favorite fics i wrote this year. a canon-compliant alex/raf fic.

your turn (hockey rpf, tknp, M, 300 words) it's not gay if you don't kiss on the lips, right?

AUGUST

close calls (rwrb, firstprince, T, 2k) alex is a musician and henry is his long-suffering bodyguard

laundry room light (911 rpf, ryliver, E, 800 words) oliver comes over to help ryan fix a light, and also rail him while his wife is upstairs

we've got time (rwrb, firstprince, T, 500 words) a soft and slow early morning firstprince kiss

SEPTEMBER

drink me up (roswell new mexico, malex, E, 3k) michael walks into the wild pony while alex is working the bar and has to blow him about it (a different first meeting au)

i wanna be in your bloodstream (rwrb, firstprince, E, 1700 words) alex is a vampire and henry is very, very into it

OCTOBER

Batman, Wolfman, Frankenstein or Dracula (chambers & kissing booth, kissingchambers, T, 600 words) Marco finds a welcome distraction from Elle at the Halloween dance

boys will be boys (rnm rpf, vlamburn, E, 800 words) things get a little spicy after tyler and vlamis take pics for the Burn the World Down vlambase merch drop

voice note (rwrb rpf, taynick + a bonus mystery character, E, 4k) disaster-verse; taylor's partner gets involved. just fun and smutty, not angsty!

it's a bad idea, right? (rnm rpf, vlamburn, E, 2k) what if vlamis had a ronen rubinstein-esque reaction to shooting with tyler and sucked his dick about it?

come find me in the crowd, love (teen wolf, sterica, T, 600 words) Stiles and Erica kiss at a party to make Derek jealous, but end up having too much fun to worry about him.

tell 'em i'm a good kisser (rwrb rpf, taynick, T, 400 words) Taylor finds Nick a little tipsy at the Oscars After Party

baby, it's alright (roswell new mexico, malex and michael & nora, T, 900 words) Nora's POV of the Caulfield scene. I'm sorry.

NOVEMBER

chaos theory (rwrb, firstprince, T, 800 words) henry watching alex and nora dance, but at a halloween party where nobody's famous

mississppi (roswell new mexico, malex, M, 2k) alex calls michael before his second deployment

not like this (rwrb rpf, taynick, T, 400 words) older taynick. they're still hot.

DECEMBER

conformation (roswell new mexico, malexa, E, 6k) a sex club bdsm au bc we deserve nice things (like michael in a harness with a collar and leather leash)

make you feel safe (rnm rpf, vlamburn, T, 1400 words) posted today! a little hurt/comfort set during 3x09 filming

no pressure tagging some folks bc this was fun to look at!

@onward--upward @captainjunglegym @stnichols @faketrex @taste-thewaste

@cuprun @matriayawrites @jdeanmorgan

@insecuregodcomplex @firstprincehornyramblings @onthewaytosomewhere @thighzp @rewritetheending

[dragonbinx]

Silent Night

Part of my Christmas series from last winter.  Posted on on Ao3 here.

Series: Roswell, New Mexico

Ship: Malex

Characters: Alex Guerin, Michael Guerin

The only lights still on in the Guerin’s house were the ones on the Christmas tree by the time Alex came home. It was almost midnight, so that wasn’t surprising. Michael had tried to stay up every night that Alex had been late the last week and a half, but he hadn’t made it the night before, and it looked like he hadn’t lasted tonight, either.

Limping a little, his leg sore from being on his feet too much, Alex made his way into the living room and saw Michael slumped over on the coach. Apparently he hadn’t given up on waiting for him, but sleep had taken him anyway. On the coffee table was a pile of wrapping paper and a nicely if not entirely neatly wrapped gift. Which also wasn’t surprising, because recently Michael had been way more enthusiastic about the holidays than Alex had ever seen him before.

Their first Christmas as a couple hadn’t been too long after they’d gotten back together, and they hadn’t made a big deal of it. Alex had put up his artificial tree with the ornaments he’d gotten twelve to a box at HomeGoods. They’d exchanged gifts on Christmas morning before going over to Isobel’s for an early dinner. Then they’d returned to Alex’s and had enthusiastic holiday sex, and Michael hadn’t gone back to the Airstream for four days.

This year, Michael had apparently gotten into the whole thing. He’d gotten a real tree, for starters, and he had made ornaments with some spare alien glass and turquoise to mix in with Alex’ generic ones. He’d put multi-colored lights outside and rigged them on a timer, and they twinkled, a beautiful welcome every night Alex had come home late. He’d gotten a sprig of mistletoe and put it up in a different place every morning, stopping Alex in whatever random spot in the house it was that day with a smug grin and waggling eyebrows; and Alex always rolled his eyes and then kissed him anyway.

He was also making some side dishes to bring to Isobel’s this year, and had pestered their friends to plan a get together for Christmas Eve, too. And now here he was, asleep next to a Christmas present.

Alex gingerly sat down on the coffee table and pushed the curls out of Michael’s eyes. His face was peaceful - no, more than that, he was happy. Up close, there was an unmistakable tilt to the corners of his mouth. He was smiling in his sleep.

Alex looked down at the gift next to him. The wrapping was a little off, the corners of one side kinda pointy, the cut of the paper lopsided under the tape. And there was extra paper scattered around, partially folded and torn, like Michael had tried more than once to wrap it right. The tag said ‘Alex’, written in green ink in Michael’s handwriting.

Neither of them had really had holidays of any kind growing up. Maybe Michael’s sudden Christmas obsession was because his of his own deprived childhood and having something more than an Airstream to decorate. But looking at the present that Michael had worked so hard to get right, Alex thought maybe it was about him. Or possibly about them. About trying to make their first Christmas as husbands, as a family, special for Alex.

He leaned over and kissed Michael lightly on the forehead, then pulled the throw blanket off the arm of the coach and laid it over him.

As quietly as he could, he fixed himself a quick sandwich, then limped into their bedroom to take off his prosthetic. A longer than usual hot shower and some clean clothes later, and Alex finally felt his stressful day falling away. He was ready to start spending the holidays with his husband.

Something that would happen sooner than expected, as Michael had apparently moved while he was in the shower from being passed out on the coach to being passed out in their bed. Alex smiled fondly as he pulled back the sheets and blankets and slipped in next to him.

“Mmm, Alex.”

He looked over in surprise at his husband, who still appeared asleep. “Michael?”

A single eye dragged open. “Missed you,” Michael mumbled.

“I know, I’m sorry,” Alex soothed, reached out to rub Michael’s arm. “But I finished the project I’ve been working on tonight. So I can take off work until after New Year’s.”

The other eye opened, and a wide smile slowly overtook Michael’s face. “Really?”

“Really. I wanted to surprise you. I probably should have told you, though, I didn’t expect it to take this long.”

“S’okay. It’s a good surprise.” Michael scooted closer, laying his head on Alex’s shoulder and throwing his arm across his stomach. “Can’t wait for Christmas. First time.”

“Me, too.” He wrapped an arm around Michael’s shoulders and pulled him as close as he could. “You made me excited about it.”

“Awww,” Michael cooed sleepily, pressing a sloppy kiss to Alex’s shoulder, both his eyes closed again. “Same, baby.”

“Okay, time to sleep,” Alex said, both because Michael was mostly there already, and also because he couldn’t handle many more big emotions this late at night. “Goodnight, Michael.”

“M’rry Christmas, Alex.”

He laughed, snuggling further into his pillow and his husband at the same time. “Not for another couple days. But sure. Merry Christmas.”