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manesalex · 2 years ago

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nothing starts without you (we become the stories we’ve always wanted): chapter 1/3

When Alex’s former bandmate, Rosa Ortecho, asks him to write a song to help kickstart her solo career, Alex finds himself struggling to write anything at all. Until, that is, he meets Michael Guerin. Or, a loose Music and Lyrics AU. for @alex-guerin @malexsanta

Warnings for suggestive comments, references to past abuse, and references to addiction. Not Maria Deluca friendly.

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“Can you get someone in soon to start making the changes?” Alex asks into his phone, looking around the cabin Jim Valenti left for him in his will. He hasn’t been here in at least a decade, but it’s his now and, while it’s almost exactly what he needs, it’s not exactly accessible.

“I’ve already scheduled someone to get started. He’ll be there the day after tomorrow. Is that soon enough for you?” Alex’s lawyer, Noah, asks.

“It’s perfect,” Alex laughs. “Kyle will be happy to be rid of me.” He’s joking. He knows that, for some reason, Kyle loves that he’s staying with him, loves the chance to catch up for so long. But, really, they both need their own space, if only so Alex can actually sleep in for once.

He’s barely hung up the phone when it rings again and he answers without looking, assuming it’s Noah again with something he’s forgotten.

“Hey, Alex,” Rosa’s voice surprises him.

It’s not that he’s avoiding her, not really. It’s just that, after everything fell apart, he’s surprised to hear from her. “Rosa,” he replies. “How are you?”

“Good. I’ve, um, I went through rehab. And I wanted to apologize. I’ve been sober for two years, actually.”

“That’s amazing.” He’s glad that something good could have come out of their band’s very painful public implosion.

“Yeah, and, like I said, I need to apologize. I said some truly awful things to you and I know you-”

“We were both struggling back then,” Alex brushes it away. “I forgave you long ago.”

Rosa is silent for a moment and then, “I’ve been working on some new music lately.”

Alex frowns. He can’t do this, not again. Not after what happened. “I’m glad. You’ve always been an amazing singer. But, if you’re calling about getting the band back together, I’m sorry, but I’m enjoying my privacy.”

“No, I know,” Rosa replies. “I just… I’m working on a new record and I need a ballad. I was wondering if you’d consider writing one for me.”

He shouldn’t be surprised at the request. He wrote most of their bigger hits, after all, even if Rosa was the face of it all. But he hasn’t written anything new since the band broke up and he’s not sure if he’s ready to go back to mining his trauma for music. He’s not sure if he even can write anything good again. “Can I think about it?”

“Of course,” Rosa answers quickly. “I mean, if you do write something, I’d love to play it at my concert on Saturday night, but– I can wait.”

“I’ll get back to you,” Alex promises. “And Rosa? I’m really glad you’re doing so well now.”

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Alex wakes to the smell of coffee and bacon the next morning and comes out of Kyle’s guest room to find his friend busy at the stove. “I should be out of here soon,” he says, using his cane to get himself over to the table.

“You know I don’t mind,” Kyle says, handing him a cup of coffee before returning to the stove. “Having you here reminds me of our senior year of high school.”

“Dealing with all my shit?” Alex asks, careful to keep his tone joking.

“Having a brother. And knowing you were safe.”

Alex wraps his hands around the mug, eyes on it when he says, “I’m not going far. Just to the cabin Jim left me.”

“I’m sorry he never got around to making it accessible for you,” Kyle says, still focused on the stove.

“He did more than enough for me,” Alex brushes it off. “And it’s not like he wasn’t busy with everything else.” He pauses, taking a sip before he says, “Noah is sending someone over tomorrow to get started on it. Well, that and making some necessary updates because I’m not going to rely on that ancient fireplace for heating. Not to mention all the other things that haven't changed as long as we’ve been alive.”

“Good.” Kyle is silent for a moment before he says, “Rosa called me last night. She was worried she overstepped.”

“She didn’t,” Alex replies simply. In truth, he’s pretty sure Rosa couldn’t. At least not with him. She’s been as much of a sibling to him as Kyle has been since they were kids. More than his own siblings. Rosa has been there for him through so much that he’s more than willing to give her as much grace as she needs.

“She said she asked you to write a song for her?”

“Yeah. And I know I should. She deserves it. And the second shot at a music career. I just–” Alex sighs, “I don’t know if I have it in me anymore.”

“Well,” Kyle says, putting a fork and a plate on the table in front of Alex before grabbing his own. “For what it’s worth, I think you should. And not because of what Rosa needs or deserves. It’s what you deserve.” Before Alex can interrupt, he explains, “I know you don’t want to go back to the industry, but, when you left it, I know you lost touch with a lot of your friends. And you deserve to get that back. Those friendships. Or new ones, if that’s what you want. I just– I don’t want to see you spend the rest of your life as a recluse just because some asshole told the world his version of your trauma.” He stops to smile at Alex, “And I know you don’t want to let Jesse Manes win.”

Alex laughs, picking up a piece of bacon and saying, “You’re right about that.”

***

Before the band broke up, Alex never had trouble coming up with lyrics for his songs. But now, he finds himself struggling. He has the start of a tune, but everything he comes up with is terrible.

He was working at Kyle’s house yesterday, but today he has to be at the cabin to let whoever Noah is sending inside and answer any questions they may have. So he’s not expecting to get very far today either.

He gets up when he hears the knock on the door and opens it to find a truly unfairly handsome man standing there, holding a box of tools. “Alex Manes?” he asks and it takes far too long for Alex to nod in response. “I’m Michael.”

“Nice to meet you,” Alex replies, finally offering his hand to Michael’s to shake.

Michael’s hand is warm and his grip oddly comforting and Alex maybe holds it for a moment too long before letting go, judging by the uncertain look on Michael’s face when he lets go and the way he runs his hand through those gorgeous curls.

“Um, the bathroom is just through there if you want to get started on it,” Alex gestures. “If you have any questions, I’ll be over there,” he points to the couch. “Trying to write some music.”

“It might get kinda loud. If you want me to come back later or something–”

“Honestly, the noise probably couldn’t hurt at this point,” Alex laughs.

Michael nods and Alex returns to the couch, trying to work on the song, but mostly getting distracted by Michael walking in and out of the cabin with tools and supplies, paying far too much attention to the way Michael’s jeans ride so low on his hips, the relaxed way he walks, and that damn belt buckle to do more than repeatedly strum the tune he’s already written.

Even when Michael is out of sight, though, busy working on installing bars in the bathroom, Alex can’t seem to get anywhere. It’s not Michael, after all, but him. After having his private problems aired to the entire world, he can’t seem to use them to write a single thing.

He finally just gives up, setting his guitar in its case and picking up his phone, turning his attention to his messages. Unsurprisingly, there are none. After all, he doesn’t really have any friends or family other than Kyle anymore. And that’s his own fault. He was more than happy to disappear from the public eye. He lost a lot of friendships when he cut the rest of the world off.

He’s just about to put his phone back down when he hears Michael singing something to the tune that Alex had been playing.

He gets up as quietly as he can, walking towards the bathroom, curious about what Michael is singing.

Once he can hear it clearly, he knows it’s good. Better, maybe, than anything Alex has written. And he can’t help but wonder why Michael is here, installing bars in his bathroom when he could be writing hits.

“That’s really good,” he finally says, leaning against the wall across from the bathroom door.

“Oh, shit,” Michael curses, dropping the bar he had been holding, looking back at him.

“I’m sorry. I just… I heard you singing and I– You’re very talented. Have you ever considered songwriting?”

“Once or twice,” Michael shrugs. “Long time ago.”

“Well, if you’re interested, I could actually really use your help. I’m trying to write a song for my friend, Rosa Ortecho, and–”

“Thanks for the compliments and everything,” Michael interrupts, tone cold, eyes looking almost pained. “But I’m just here to make this place accessible.”

“Oh. Okay,” Alex frowns. “Sorry for interrupting. I’ll let you get back to work.” He turns around and rushes back to the living room, trying not to think about the look on Michael’s face, trying instead to focus on his guitar and the song he’s been trying and failing to write.

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Thanks for reading! Chapters 2 and 3 will follow later today!

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oveliagirlhaditright · 1 year ago

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So, if Kairi has to have short hair again in Kingdom Hearts IV--which I imagine there's a good chance that she will. I feel like Kairi herself prefers short hair. And it makes sense for her to keep short hair now that she's a warrior, so that her hair can't be used against her in battle--one hairstyle I would personally love for her to have would be this one:

Something akin to Maria Deluca's from Roswell season 1.

It does that flippy thing, like Yuna or Selphie's, but it's also different from theirs, because instead of doing that on either side of the head, the hair is flipping out behind the head, if that makes sense.

I just think it's pretty. And it bonus points in that it could seem like Kairi was inspired by her friend Selphie, or something like that, while also still being original.

#kh #kingdom hearts #kairi #khiv #kh4 #kingdom hearts iv #kingdom hearts 4 #quadratum kairi #i've thought of a few. other. new and different short hair looks for her that i might post about (some are other maria ones i think)#but this is my fave i do believe #i'm actually someone who prefers kairi with long hair (like khii long. but i also wouldn't complain if we ever got her asas hair)#but i'm also a-okay with her having short hair. and recognize that it's surely more her. and that we're probably always more likely to have #short-haired kairi for the reasons listed above #and she can look cute with short hair! i LOVE her kh1 haircut! and i think she'd look cute with maria's hair #and her khiii haircut is growing on me. i think it's weirdly her bangs in her khiii haircut that i'm not big on #not the length of her hair there #i also love four-year-old kairi's hair -felt like i should mention it since i've mentioned all her other hairstyles at this point-

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meggiejolly · 2 years ago

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Wir alle sind aus Sternenstaub

When Alex walked into the Wild Pony on New Year’s Eve, the party was already in full swing. Maria had bought the Pony a few months ago and had decided to host a big New Year’s party. She had begged Alex in multiple emails to come and, much to his surprise, he had actually been able to move his leave around and be in Roswell for New Year’s.

For the occasion, he had even embraced his former teenage self a little and bought new eyeliner. It had felt really weird, but also oddly comforting to put it on for the first time since the day he had left Roswell to join the Air Force.

Aside from the eyeliner, his teenage self would probably be disappointed in his outfit. No black nail polish, no jewelry beyond the dog tags hidden under his shirt. His shirt was black and his jeans on the skinny side, but no one would consider his outfit punk or emo.

He still felt more like himself than he had in a long time, but also slightly alien in his skin as he walked through the bar. He had only visited the Wild Pony as a patron a couple of times while he was on leave, yet it felt incredibly familiar to him. Mimi DeLuca had sometimes let him, Maria, Rosa and Liz visit her there when the bar had been closed.

He spotted Maria behind the bar and walked over to greet her, absentmindedly checking what familiar faces he saw around the bar.

Maria squealed when she spotted him reaching over the bar for a somewhat awkward, but very tight and enthusiastic hug.

“Alex, you made it!” She looked him over once she released him. “And you’re wearing eyeliner! What a throwback. I love it, you look amazing.”

Alex laughed. “Thank you, you look amazing too. The Wild Pony suits you. Congrats on buying it, by the way.”

“Let me do my job then, what do you want to drink?” Maria asked with a grin, “best friends who I haven’t seen in way too long drink for free tonight.”

“Well, I’m not sure how good of a business decision that is, but I’ll start with a beer,” Alex said with a laugh. “On the topic of long lost best friends, did you manage to persuade Liz to come?”

Maria’s smile dimmed a little and she shook her head. “No, when I invited her she said something about a work thing that sounded a lot like she’d just made it up. I get it though, there are too many memories of Rosa and her mom here.” She handed him a beer. “Have you heard from her lately?”

Alex sighed and took a sip, “I don’t really hear from anyone. The internet is never great, not all of our private communications are as private as I would like them to be and it’s not exactly easy to engage in smalltalk doing what I do. You’re pretty much the only one I hear from semi-regularly.”

Well, for a while, on and off, he’d heard from someone else, but he pushed that thought down as far as he could.

Maria nodded, but before she could answer, one of the other bartenders called her name. “Sorry, I have to go check on that, we’ll catch up more later, okay? Enjoy the party!”

Alex raised his beer to her as Maria hurried off to take care of whatever had come up.

Turning a little to rest his elbow on the bar, Alex looked around. He’d seen some familiar faces earlier, but no one he knew well enough to be interested in catching up. That would probably only lead to someone awkwardly thanking him for his service and then a lot of tense small talk because they wouldn’t know what to ask and Alex wouldn’t really be able to tell them anything about his job anyway.

It wasn’t as if he had a personal life worth discussing and most of the people here would still remember him as the kid who was rumored to be gay. Neither the military nor his sexuality were topics he wanted to discuss with almost strangers.

To his surprise, he spotted Isobel Evans not too far from him at a table. He definitely hadn’t expected to see her here, unless something changed since the last time he’d been in town, Isobel and Maria couldn’t stand each other. Of course, where Isobel Evans was, Max Evans was never far. Alex spotted him carrying drinks over to the table Isobel sat at.

After spotting the Evans twins, Alex decided to stop looking for familiar faces, in fear (or hope) of finding one in particular. Instead he focused back on his beer and waited for Maria to come back over.

His strategy didn’t work, only a few minutes later he heard a laugh he could recognize anywhere. Whipping his head around, he spotted a painfully familiar head of curls sitting with the Evans twins now.

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Written for the Roswell, New Mexico Big Bang 2022 @rnmbb

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rewritingroswell · 1 year ago

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Maria ponders what to do now after sleeping with Max and Liz.

word count: 6420

rating: explict

characters: Kyle Valenti, Max Evans, Liz Ortecho, Maria DeLuca

pairings: Maria/Max/Liz, brief mentions of Maria/Kyle

other notes: this is the dirtiest thing I've ever written lmao

Kyle has come by the bar after a long shift at work. Maria hesitates to say anything, but she feels like she needs an outsiders opinion to get any clarity on the situation.

"So… the person I have feelings for – the person who made me realize things just weren't clicking with us – I might have kinda hooked up with them…"

Kyle nearly chokes on his drink. "What? Oh my God, that's great!"

Maria grimaces. "Is it? The situation just feels too complicated. Like, we've been friends for so long and it just kind of impulsively happened."

"So, you didn't talk at all about it?"

"Kinda. They said they want to pursue this further, but I kinda chickened out of the conversation because I just can't imagine it working."

"Hmmm. Well… was the sex bad?"

"Are you kidding? It was incredible. The thought that I'm never gonna have that experience with them again is agonizing."

"I don't see your reason for hesitating then."

"I can't bear the thought of messing things up with them. If I do, I'm not just losing one person."

"Who says you'll mess things up? Maybe you just need to ignore your fears and take the leap. Maybe things can only get better."

Maria seems a bit surprised by this response, and pours herself a shot, quickly downing it.

Kyle looks at her with concern. "Are you no longer sure of your feelings?"

Maria scoffs. "What? No. I've never felt this way about anyone else before."

Kyle gingerly touches her arm. "Then don't let your fears scare you away from something that could be amazing."

Maria averts her gaze and finds herself staring at her hands. Kyle smiles again. "Just… Promise you'll think about what I said. And, I don't want you to feel pressured to share things on someone else's schedule, but I do want you to give me an update when you're ready."

He starts to stand up. "Well, I should get going. I've got an early shift tomorrow and I probably shouldn't have been out this late."

He kisses Maria on the cheek. "Get home safe, Dr. Valenti."

He smiles at her. "Goodnight, Maria."

Kyle wanders out of the bar. Now that she's alone, Kyle's words repeat in her mind. The longer Maria thinks of his words of encouragement, the more ridiculous it seems to run away from these feelings. If she felt half as strongly about one person, she wouldn't hesitate to pursue a relationship with them. Why is she hesitating when it's two people?

She needs to talk to Max and Liz. Now.

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It's pitch black outside and pouring rain. Maria's fist pounds on the door of Max and Liz's place.

It feels like an eternity before the door opens, Max and Liz are in pajamas, puzzled to see a drenched Maria standing before them in the middle of the night. Before either of them can say anything, Maria pulls Max into a kiss. He seems surprised at first, but quickly matches her fervor as his hands slide to her back and he pulls her closer.

Maria pulls away slightly, their noses still brushing and turns her gaze towards Liz. They both lean closer until they're kissing passionately.

Once the kiss ends, Maria whispers, "Yes. Let's try this."

Liz leans her head back and laughs. "Thank God. Max and I would have followed your lead and respected whatever decision you came to, but we absolutely hated the idea of going back to the way things were before."

Max echoes Liz's relief. "The way you hurried off that morning… We were trying to brace ourselves for rejection."

It's Maria's turn to laugh. "Sorry, I needed a few days to think it over."

Max grabs one of her hands. "No need to apologize. We told you to take as much time as you needed to get your answer. And it's a big decision, it's probably a good thing you spent so long thinking it over. Even if it was torture for us."

Maria cups Max's face with her other hand, her thumb stroking his cheek. "Apologies for making you expect the worst. I didn't intend to cause you distress."

Liz smiles. "Babe, don't worry about it. It's water under the bridge now. What made you change your mind?"

Maria shrugs. "It's like Max said. I can only determine if I want this and I'm willing to take the leap. And I do. I want both of you. In every way. I don't want to pretend otherwise just because I'm worried things might fall apart."

Max smiles, "Well, I'm glad my advice was helpful."

He pulls Maria and Liz into a hug, and the physical contact makes all of them register how wet Maria's clothes are after standing in the rain. They all pull away, just enough so that they can make eye contact. Liz giggles, "Let's get you out of these clothes before we're all freezing cold and soaked."

Maria smiles mischievously. "Only if you join me in undressing."

Max feels his mouth go dry, suddenly processing how eager he is to return to the bedroom, hoping for another lengthy night.

He kisses Maria again, it's all heat and tongue this time. Maria's hands thread through his hair as she presses close to his body. Once she pulls away, Max helps Maria peel off her shirt, and his quickly follows. They then turn towards Liz, and Maria asks, "Can I take this off?"

Liz nods, breathless. "Please."

Maria pulls off Liz's shirt, her breasts fully free now, and Maria's hands quickly start to caress her. Liz whines. "I almost said no to the opportunity to touch you like this again. What a foolish decision that would've been."

Liz moans, feeling herself getting wetter, her cunt aching with need. Maria leans in and kisses her, Liz's tongue eagerly entering her mouth. Maria then starts to leave a trail of kisses as she travels lower, to Liz's neck, then to her breasts.

Liz cups the back of Maria's head as she feels her knees start to go weak and buckle. Max is suddenly beside her, helping Liz stay upright. "Ladies, as much as I hate to interrupt, we should probably take this to the bedroom before things progress any further. I think having sex on the floor will come back to bite us in the morning."

Maria laughs, a little bit of frustration slipping through. "An untimely but warranted interruption."

She grabs their hands and starts to lead the two of them towards the bedroom. Once inside, Maria turns her attention back to Liz. "Now, where were we?"

Maria captures Liz’s lips in a kiss, immediately turning open-mouthed. As Maria's gaze starts to drift lower, Maria says, "God, I love your body."

Maria's tongue starts to give attention to Liz's breasts and Liz moans, her breathing already speeding up. Through gasps, Liz says, "I love your body, too. I love the way we fit together and how it feels when we're pressed against each other."

As Maria's mouth continues to give ample attention to her chest, Liz stumbles back towards the dresser, gripping the edge. Most practical thoughts have left Liz's head long ago, her mind focusing on Maria's mouth and her hands, but she knows she's going to collapse if she has to rely on her legs right now. "Wait, wait. Help me get onto the dresser."

It's at this moment that Maria registers the dresser's existence and notices it has a mirror. She makes a mental note to herself that she'll have to make use of that later as she helps Liz situate herself. After a bit of fumbling around, Liz is sitting on the dresser, Maria standing between her parted legs. Maria laughs, "Better?"

Liz kisses her deeply, her tongue sliding into Maria's mouth. "Much. Now, what were you wanting to do?"

Maria smiles as her hand slowly drifts to Liz's cunt, touching her over the fabric of her pajama pants. "Well, that depends. Can I remove these?"

"Do whatever you want to me."

Maria rewards that response with a kiss as she quickly pulls off the pajama pants. She slowly kisses her way down Liz's body, as she slips a couple fingers inside Liz's cunt. "God, you're so fucking delicious. And so wet for me already. I can't wait to have you in my mouth."

Liz's head is spinning with how desperately she wants Maria's mouth on her cunt already. Maria's thumb swipes her clit and Liz trembles, her voice barely above a whisper. "Please."

Liz begging for a release goes straight to Maria's cunt. Maria has the thought that she needs both of them to pound her until she's sore before the night is over. She wants to feel their handiwork for days. But Maria's nothing if not a tease. Her thumb continues rubbing circles. Maria feigns confusion, "Say that again."

Liz bucks against Maria's hand and whimpers. She speaks again, louder this time. "Please."

And with that Maria's burying her head between Liz's legs. Liz yells almost immediately as Maria starts tonguing her clit. "Fuck!"

Maria and Liz both moan as Maria's hands start to wander Liz's body. Liz's grip on the dresser tightens, and her cries get louder as Maria continues. It doesn't take much longer before Liz comes, with a scream that echoes through the whole house. As Liz is coming back down from the orgasm, Maria leaves kisses on the inside of her thighs, her hands still traveling Liz's body. "God, you taste so fucking good. And I love the sounds you make when you're getting eaten out. I want to do this every fucking day."

Liz is practically ready to come again just from that thought. She leans down to kiss Maria, tongues pressed together, both of them clearly still in this lustful haze. "Your tongue is fucking magic."

Liz kisses her again. "I know Max and I already admitted that we hated the idea of not being with you –" Liz kisses Maria's neck, as her hands drift to Maria's breasts, cupping them over her bra. She starts to nip and suck at Maria's pulse point, as her hands start to get busy, causing Maria to release a moan. Liz returns her gaze to Maria's face, "And this relationship definitely means more to us than sex, but… fucking you was sublime."

Liz kisses the other side of Maria's neck, giving it similar attention. Maria's hands fly to the back of Liz's head, fingers threading through her waves. Liz pulls away and continues, "I never wanted it to end. The idea of not being with you like this again was devastating to us. These past few days, every time I thought about you, I was wet."

Liz places a kiss on Maria's collarbone. "Your mouth." Another kiss. "Your hands." Liz's mouth starts to drift lower. "Your breasts." And lower. "Your cunt. You're so fucking luscious."

Maria moans again, eager to draw another orgasm out of Liz. Liz gently grabs one of Maria's hands and guides it to her cunt. "Can you feel it? How fucking wet you make me? Just knowing that I have the opportunity to fuck you again has me aching for a release."

Liz's hands continue to caress Maria's breasts, her nipples hardening from Liz's touch. Maria can't help herself and she dips a couple fingers in Liz's cunt in response, wanting to make Liz feel as good as she's making her feel. Liz rocks against her fingers and groans. Through heavy breaths, Liz says, "What can I do for you? As eager as I am for you to make me come again this quickly, I don't think it's fair that I haven't gotten you off yet."

It's at this question that Maria recalls the fleeting idea she had when she spotted the mirror. Maria gives Liz one final tease as she leans in to kiss her. "As much as I'd love that, I'm guessing Max would like to join in."

Maria and Liz both turn their gaze towards Max, still standing by the bed. He's painfully hard after this display, and given the way the two women hungrily stare at his crotch, he's guessing they can probably tell. Normally he'd be embarrassed about his erection tenting his boxers, but given their heavy gaze, he knows they want him to fuck them until they've forgotten everything beyond his cock. And he's eager to comply.

Max makes his way over to the two of them, standing a few inches away from Maria. His voice is gravelly when he speaks. "What do you want me to do?"

"I want to watch you fuck me. You and Liz look so fucking hot together when you're inside her. I want to see how we look."

If Max wasn't already painfully hard, the idea of watching their reflections in the mirror would do it for him. Liz and Maria are always gorgeous when he's watching them ride out their orgasms, but something about the voyeuristic aspect of using the mirror has him struggling to form a coherent thought.

Liz stumbles her way off the dresser and quickly sits in the chair by the wall, eager to watch them. Maria turns her gaze back to the mirror and guides Max's hands to her breasts. He squeezes them through the fabric of her bra and Maria groans, her hands dropping to her sides. Max focuses on Maria's reflection as he touches her, watches the way she spasms as his thumbs rub circles around her areolas, her nipples already sensitive from the way Liz had just been touching her.

Maria leans back, their faces next to each other now. Maria moans in his ear. "God, we look so fucking good together."

Max grunts, "We do."

Max unclasps her bra, hating that there's a barrier keeping him from touching her properly. He quickly discards it, and resumes touching Maria. She moans again and her ass grinds against his cock. Max inhales sharply, as his right hand palms a breast, squeezing and rubbing, while his left hand pinches the nipple of her other breast between tracing circles with his thumb. Maria's gaze is still locked on their reflections, "You're so fucking good with your hands. You're gonna make me come just from touching me like this."

Max's eyes darken, his gaze returning to meet hers. "Good. I want to watch you come like this. You're stunning when you orgasm."

Maria has the impulse to start fingering her clit while Max continues with his hands on her breasts, but the more dominant part of her brain wants to hold out for Max getting inside her. She wants her first orgasms of the night to come solely from him. His fucking incredible hands and his equally fucking incredible cock. Between these thoughts and Max's touch, Maria's comes quickly, yelling Max's name as she does.

Max groans again. "Fuck. I don't think I'll ever be used to hearing you scream my name."

"I bet you will if you make me scream like this every night."

Max doesn't know how much harder he can possibly get, but apparently he's not as his limit yet as he feels more blood rushing to his cock. "God, I want to do that for you. I never want to stop making you come."

Max pushes down her skirt as he kisses her neck, his teeth gently scraping her skin. The skirt pools at her feet and Maria steps out of it and kicks it towards the wall. His gaze travels her body, completely naked excluding her panties now. "Fuck. I doubt you need me to tell you, but you're so exquisite, Maria. Being able to witness you like this is a privilege, and it's a blessing that you think I'm worthy of it."

Maria groans. "God, at this rate you're gonna make me come again just from your words."

Max's voice is strained, "That's really enough for you?"

"It is when it's coming from you. I know every single word is genuine. It’s why you make me so fucking wet."

Max groans as he buries his face in her neck. Maria continues, "I bet Liz could say the same. You're so fucking good to us."

At this rate they're both going to come before he gets the chance to get inside her. Max's hand starts trailing lower until it reaches her cunt, teasing her through her underwear and Maria bucks against him. "Enough. I need you to get inside me. Now."

And with that, Max rushes to pull off his boxers. He wants nothing more than to fulfill Maria's desires, but he hesitates. "Are you sure you're ready? Normally I'll get someone off with my hands at least before we get to this stage."

"Max, even if I wasn't ready, I'd still be asking you to get inside me. I've been wet since before we got to the bedroom, and I've only gotten wetter since we got in here. Plus, given we all know you're hard already, do you really want to postpone feeling it on your cock?"

With that, Max rushes to pull down her panties and slips inside her. Maria groans loudly as she reaches for the edge of the dresser for support. "Fuck!"

Max grunts. "I could say the same. You feel so good."

Once Max finds a steady rhythm, his left hand quickly finds her clit. Maria shrieks and squeezes her eyes shut, breaking her gaze away from the mirror for the first time. "Max! Fuck! Yes, fuck me exactly like that!"

Liz's cunt throbs as she watches them, desperate for something to clench around. The only thing stopping Liz from using her hands is that she'd much rather have Max fuck her exactly like he's fucking Maria so she can come around his cock. They hear the not so distant sound of thunder. Max groans, his thumb rubbing circles against Maria's clit matching the speed of his thrusts, as his right hand settles on her hip. Maria's gaze returns to the mirror, watches the way he thrusts into her, while his hand works her cunt. Through gasps, she says, "God, watching you fuck me almost rivals experiencing it. You said it's a blessing to see me like this, but the real blessing is that I get to fuck you. I have the pleasure to experience your cock reaching deep inside me over and over and over again."

Max grunts, and, suddenly, lightning strikes near the house. Liz practically jumps out of the chair, startled, but Max and Maria barely seem to register it. Max puts more power into his thrusts, his thumb never leaving Maria's clit. "Yes! It feels so fucking right when you're inside me. Fuck me until I'm sore. I want to feel you for days."

Max's right hand starts to travel Maria's body as she pushes back against him, allowing Max to reach even deeper inside her. "Fuck!"

Max almost sounds like he's being strangled when he speaks, "You're telling me."

It only takes a couple more thrusts before Maria yells as she reaches her peak, constricting around him. Max joins her shortly after.

Liz is in a bit of a daze, but she manages to take a few steps closer to them. Her voice is low as she asks, "Was that you?"

It takes Max a moment to pick up on Liz's meaning. "I think it might've been."

The sound of thunder rings out again, definitely closer this time. Max pulls out and Maria quickly collapses onto the bed. Max seems a bit embarrassed now, dropping his gaze to the floor. "I didn't know I could apparently turn a rainy night into a thunderstorm."

Liz cups his face, making sure he meets her gaze, her pupils blown wide with lust. "Don't be embarrassed. Losing control of your powers is proof of how much we affect you. Proof that you love fucking us as much as we love fucking you. Besides, I need you to fuck me the way you just fucked Maria."

Now it's Max's turn to feel dazed. Liz's hands drift towards his cock, her grip gentle but firm as she slowly strokes him. "What can I do to make you hard again? Do you want my mouth? After watching the two of you, my cunt is plenty wet for you, but clearly you need another moment before you're ready again."

Max bucks against her hand as her thumb starts to rub circles against the head. "Liz…"

Liz repeats the question, speaking slowly, "Do you want my mouth?"

Maria is too worn out to do much of anything beyond watching them, but her cunt throbs with the way Liz is talking. It reminds her how desperately she wants Liz to fuck her senseless.

Max groans. Liz continues, "I want you in my mouth. And I bet Maria would enjoy watching you fuck my throat."

"Please."

Liz smiles and quickly gets on her knees, taking his full length in her mouth. Liz places her hands on his hips and she moans as her tongue traces the underside of his cock. She loves how full he makes her feel, whether he's in her mouth or in her cunt. Liz continues to suck and starts to let him into her throat, getting both of them prepared, continuing until she feels him harden enough to fuck her. She gives one final tease as her tongue travels from the base to the tip and she guides his right hand to her head. "Fuck me like this."

Max bucks against her mouth. "Liz."

Liz locks her gaze with his. "I want you like this. Please."

Max's gaze is hot enough that Liz swears it could start a fire. "Liz. Are you sure?"

Another bolt of lightning strikes near the house. Maria's gaze was already fixed on the two of them, very much enjoying the visual of Liz on her knees with Max's cock in her mouth, but the proof of how much it's affecting Max is just as good. Maria wants to see him come undone from Liz's mouth, and hear him cry out as Liz pushes him towards his orgasm.

"Yes. I want you in my mouth, to fuck my throat as if it were my cunt. And it seems clear you want that, too. Go as deep as you can. I'm ready to take it. And once you've finished with my throat, I want you in my cunt. I want you to come inside me tonight as many times as you can manage."

And with that, Max starts thrusting into her mouth, slow and shallow at first. Liz groans, "More."

Thunder rumbles again, even louder this time, as it's clearly getting closer to the house. Max's thrusts get a bit rougher and he pushes deeper, but his pace is still slow. Liz moans, and Max can feel her voice reverberate around him. His grip on her hair tightens slightly. "Liz."

Maria feels herself getting wetter still. Liz moans again and her tongue starts to give him attention, urging him on. Max grunts and his speed increases, doing his best not to give into the frenzy he feels. Liz's nails dig into his hips, another sign of encouragement. Max's pace gets a bit more frantic, pushing deep and hard into Liz's mouth, feeling her throat respond to each thrust. "Liz. Fuck!"

Another lightning strike. Liz's fingers tap his hip, her warning that she can only take a few more thrusts. Max thrusts once more and grunts as he comes, before slipping out.

Liz groans. "God, I love having you in my mouth. Are you ready to go again? My cunt aches for you. I need you to fuck me and I'm not sure I can wait."

Max pants as he stumbles towards the bed, "I don't think I can stand any longer, but yes. I want to be inside you."

Max takes a second to situate himself on the bed. "Come here."

Liz smiles as she quickly sits on his lap, her breasts brushing against his chest. He dips a finger inside her cunt. "Fuck. You told me you were wet, but I wasn't prepared for just how much. You feel exquisite."

His thumb swipes her clit and Liz gasps. "I love how you touch me. You always seem to know what my body wants before I have to ask. Of course I'm this wet for you."

Max definitely feels his cock getting stiffer. His thumb starts to rub circles against her clit. Liz grinds against his hand and her nails start to dig into his back. "Fuck! You're so good to me."

Liz continues to grind against Max's hand, as his thumb continues stroking, and it doesn't take long before Liz screams as she reaches her peak. She spasms as the wave of pleasure extends through her body. Liz takes a moment to steady her breathing and come back to herself. Her hands slide down his chest. "Are you ready? I need to ride you."

And with that, Max is definitely ready. He nods, "Yes."

Liz's hands reach his cock, and she slowly guides him inside her. They both groan as she sinks down his length. Max's hands quickly move to Liz's back, pulling her closer still. Her breasts drag against his chest with every movement. Liz moans, "God, I love the way you feel inside me. The way we fit together so perfectly."

Liz starts to increase her tempo, and she pulls away slightly so they can make eye contact. Their gazes lock and Max's hands drift from Liz's back to her breasts, as Liz moans again.

Even when their gazes are heavy and lustful like this, Maria can still see the tenderness and love shining through. She feels incredibly touched that she's able to witness them like this, but there's also a twinge of jealousy as she yearns to be on the receiving end of their stares.

"I love you, Liz."

"I love you, too, Max."

It only takes a few more pumps until Liz screams as she reaches her climax, and Max joins her briefly after.

They both fall to the bed now, panting heavily, limbs still tangled up. Max wraps his arms around Liz, keeping her close. She kisses Max for a long moment and his hands travel up her back, until they're cupping her head. Liz smiles as she releases a sigh and rolls off of Max, but she stays by his side.

Max tenderly strokes Liz's back but he turns his gaze towards Maria. "I think I've worn myself out for the night, but I'd love to go down on you. If that's something you're up for."

"I thought you'd never ask."

Maria crawls closer and Liz pulls away slightly from Max, allowing Maria to get better access to him. Maria straddles Max, sitting about halfway down his chest. He can feel how wet she is, and Max groans. "You feel so incredible. I want to taste you."

"And I want your mouth. You can't just mercilessly fuck me and expect that'd be enough for the night. Especially after the pleasure of watching the two of you."

Max laughs silently. "Apologies. Didn't mean to leave you dissatisfied."

Maria slides closer to his face. "That's okay. I know you'll make it up to me soon enough."

"Yes, ma'am."

Max pulls Maria closer and in seconds his mouth is on her cunt. Maria cries out loudly and Liz can already feel herself getting wet just from that reaction. Max's hands wander Maria's body as she rocks against his face. "There, right there. Yes!"

Liz's eyes travel the both of them, the throbbing of her cunt intensifying at every noise escaping their lips

"Max! Fuck!"

Maria quickly grips the headboard as Max's hands settle on her hips, keeping her close as his tongue continues to tease her. It doesn't take much longer before Maria screams as she reaches her peak.

Maria trembles as she falls to the bed, between Max and Liz. "Fuck! You are masterful with your tongue."

Max laughs, and Maria quickly pulls him into a kiss, her tongue entering his mouth. Maria turns her gaze to Liz. "Well, Max might be done for the night, but are you up for continuing? I've been desperate for you to fuck me since you got on your knees. You looked so utterly sexy when Max was in your mouth."

Liz feels her arousal building even more, desperate for a release. She slides closer to Maria, their bodies nearly touching now. "I would love to fuck you. And I'm glad you enjoyed watching us.” Liz sighs, apologetic. “But I don't think I can bring myself to leave the bed. I'm not sure my legs can support me right now."

Max smiles. "Well, good thing you're in bed with an alien who has telekinetic abilities, then. Unless you want to stop."

Maria gasps in delight before kissing him chastely. "You're a lifesaver, Max Evans."

Max laughs. "Just doing my best to make sure my ladies are taken care of. Besides, I don't think any of us could manage standing right now."

Maria smiles. "We'll have to remember to grab the toys before we get to the bed next time."

Liz laughs. “Definitely. If you hadn't caught us by surprise, we might've had the thought to grab them before we started."

Maria gasps in mock offense. "Are you saying that you don't like when I take the lead?"

Liz gently shoves Maria. "I am definitely not saying that."

Max uses his telekinesis to open the dresser and grabs a harness, dildo, and a bottle of lube. The items float to the bed, landing near Liz's hands. Liz giggles, "Gracias, cariño."

Max smiles. “Siempre, mi amor.”

Liz grins, always enjoying hearing Max slip into Spanish to respond to her. It’s a side of Max that he reserves specifically for her. His level of fluency is understandably nowhere near hers, making it all the more meaningful when he does. Liz reaches over Maria and cups his face, her thumb stroking his cheek and he instinctively leans into her touch. After a minute Liz pulls away and returns her attention to Maria. “Well, give me a moment to get ready, and then I’ll happily get inside you.”

Maria's cunt aches at the thought. Liz slips into the harness and secures the dildo before she grabs the lube. She pours some into her hands and slicks up the dildo, making eye contact with Maria as she does.

Max turns to his side to get a better view of the two of them.

Liz slips a couple fingers inside Maria. "God, you're so fucking wet. I probably didn't even need to bother with the lube. I can't wait to make you come."

Maria moans as Liz continues teasing her. "Please."

Liz's thumb rubs Maria's clit and she whines. "Liz."

Hearing Maria say her name goes straight to Liz's cunt. "Sounds like I've teased you enough. Let me make up for that."

Liz quickly slips inside Maria and she gasps loudly. Liz kisses her neck as she starts to thrust, her breasts grazing against Maria's each time. Maria pulls Liz closer, no more space between them, and they both groan. Liz continues thrusting and Maria pants as she speaks, "It's funny that you said earlier that you were thinking about my body, when you're so fucking voluptuous. I bet half the people in town would kill to be with you like this."

"Well, too bad for them that I'm already spoken for. You and Max fuck me right, I have no interest in anyone else."

Liz leans down to kiss Maria again, swallowing her moan. Maria's nails dig into Liz's back, causing her to pick up her speed.

Once Liz pulls away, Maria speaks again. "As fucking good as you feel inside me, I need you to go harder and deeper."

Liz obliges, pushing in deeper and putting more power into her thrusts. Maria cries out in pleasure. "Yes! Yes! More."

Liz is in a bit of a lustful haze, and she wants nothing more than to satisfy Maria, but she still has to ask. "Are you sure?"

Maria nods. "Yes, I want you to make me ache for days. I want to be so sore that all I can think about it how well you both fucked me. I need a physical reminder of how fucking good you make me feel."

And with that, Liz pushes in as deep as she can. Maria cries out again and spasms. "Fuck!"

Maria clings to Liz now, her thrusts rough and frenzied. It doesn't take much longer before Maria screams Liz's name as she orgasms, pulling Liz even closer.

Liz smiles and kisses Maria's neck again. "I hope that was satisfactory enough."

Maria laughs through heavy breaths. Liz takes that as her cue to pull out and she gets out of the harness, quickly placing it and the dildo on the dresser.

Max's gaze is on Maria's face. "Sorry for the unsolicited comment but… You two are so gorgeous together."

Maria laughs again. "Max, I don't think there's anything you can say that I don't want to hear."

Max can't help but lean in and kiss her for that. Maria smiles as her hands drift to his hair. As he pulls away she still cups his face. She asks, "How did I get lucky enough to be in this position?"

Max's voice is barely above a whisper as he locks eyes with Maria. "I think we're the lucky ones."

Liz speaks now, "I'm definitely on Max's side here."

"Well, I'm flattered you think so highly of me."

Liz sits by Maria's side, holding the bottle of lube. "If you're done for the night, I can have a bit of solo fun, but if you're up for it, there's one more thing I want to do."

"Oh?"

Liz smiles. "How do you feel about scissoring?"

Maria laughs. She asks innocently, "Is that what you had in mind?"

Liz leans closer and kisses Maria's neck. "Yes. If you're interested."

Maria moans and Liz's mouth travels lower, giving attention to her breasts. It takes a moment before Maria finds her voice, caught up in the pleasure of Liz's tongue. "I'm up for anything you want to do."

Liz smiles as she pours some lube into her hands. "Good."

Liz rubs her hands together before inserting a couple fingers in Maria's cunt. Liz teases her a little as she continues kissing her way down Maria's body. Maria arches her back and moans, as her fists dig into the sheets.

Once Liz reaches the edge of the bed, she slips a leg between Maria's and slides closer until their cunts are barely touching. Liz's heart pounds furiously in anticipation. She meets Maria's gaze and can tell that she's feeling similarly desperate for a release.

Still staring into each other's eyes, Liz grabs Maria's hand and closes the final bit of distance as their cunts rub together. They both groan as they grind against each other. Maria speaks first, "You feel so fucking good.”

"You do, too."

Liz releases Maria's hand, having the thought that she wants to touch her everywhere. Liz starts to caress Maria's breasts, and she moans in response, before she starts to touch Liz in the same manner.

Soon they're both writhing under each other's touch, as they continue rutting against each other, their clits brushing, and their moans fill the room.

Maria feels herself inching closer and closer to her climax and says, "I could fuck you like this every day and never get tired of it."

And that's the final spark for Liz, as she comes with a scream. Maria joins her a few seconds after.

Liz takes a long moment to recover before she returns to the head of the bed. She kisses Maria once more. "You're incredible."

Maria smiles. "You're incredible, too."

She turns her gaze towards Max. "You both are."

Max smiles as he slides closer to the two women, resting his head on Maria's chest. The three of them lay together in a tangle of limbs for a while, coming down from the high. One of Maria's hands starts to comb through Max's hair, and she speaks, "So, I know we've agreed that we're an us now but… I don't know if I'm ready for people to know about this."

Liz quickly grabs Maria's free hand. "Hey, there's no rush. Max and I have been together for a while, you get to set the pace now. Your comfort is the priority while we're figuring this out."

Max turns his head, making eye contact with Maria. "It's uncharted territory for all of us, but you have the most to get used to. I mean, a secret girlfriend –"

"Girlfriend?"

Maria's surprised by how much she likes hearing herself be referred to as Max and Liz's girlfriend.

Max's eyes widen in fear. "Sorry, is it too fast to label us?"

"No! No, I like it! I'm your girlfriend. I guess I just hadn't thought that far ahead." Maria laughs. "Wow, I can't remember the last time I was in a serious enough relationship to bother with labels."

Liz kisses her cheek. "Well, it's their loss. I haven't had the Maria DeLuca girlfriend experience, but I already know that you'll be a wonderful girlfriend. There's a reason why you've always been my best friend and I feel like I can talk to you about anything."

Maria meets Liz's gaze and smiles. "Well, I already love being your girlfriend."

Liz grins. "Good. I already love calling you my girlfriend, even if I can only say it within these walls."

Maria leans closer to Liz and kisses her, before turning her attention back to Max and placing a kiss on his forehead.

"I love being with both of you like this. It's funny, I never thought about either of you in any way other than platonic up until Liz and I drunkenly made out. Now I can't imagine anything other than this. Just the idea of going back to the way things used to be is excruciating."

Max smiles. "Well, as long as you feel that way, we're not going to let you go."

Maria pulls Max closer and kisses him again. Max and Liz slide closer to Maria, until the three of them are flush against each other, Maria's arms bracketing both of them. Liz sighs contentedly as she nestles her head under Maria's chin.

#roswell new mexico #maria deluca #max evans #liz ortecho #maria x max x liz #delvecho #rnm fic #ok I've released this it's time to pass away

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maeglinthebold · 2 years ago

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Pretty Reckless by @maeglinthebold for mythras_fire

8/19 Maeg's Hobbit Birthday Gift Ficlets 2022 where, like a hobbit, I gift my friends ficlets on my birthday (or sometimes up to three months after my birthday). Thanks for the prompts!

Roswell New Mexico (TV 2019) Teen And Up Audiences No Archive Warnings Apply Multi Maria DeLuca & Michael Guerin & Alex Manes Maria DeLuca/Michael Guerin/Alex Manes Maria DeLuca Michael Guerin Alex Manes Rosa and Max show up briefly tag to 4x08 Maria DeLuca is a Good Friend Maria DeLuca likes to fling herself into danger she looks so good doing it Michael just has to follow and together they save Alex Stargate jokes the show is too cowardly to make star wars jokes as well Gen or Shippy depending on how you want to read it

#roswell new mexico #malexa #michael guerin #maria deluca #alex manes #stuff i write

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memory-echo · 2 years ago

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[Quarantine Marathon] "Blind Date" Part 1

Liz: This is so stupid. Like anyone would want to go out with someone a radio station picks out for you. Maria: No, I thought it was romantic.

— I object to Maria's notion of romance but I find it hilarious, nonetheless.

Maria: I entered for us. This is so exciting.

— So, did Maria fill two applications? She had a chance of winning, yet she's jumping up and down because Liz won. She's a really good friend, that DeLuca! 👏

Liz: Ok, embarrassing, humiliating, mortifying. I don't know. Choose your SAT word. I'm not forgiving you for a very, very long time.

— Liz, that disguise makes you look more conspicuous, not less. LOL

4th tweet:

Maria: Look, it's not like Max has changed his mind or anything. He dumped you!

— Words can hurt, Maria! 😠 They deeply hurt my Dreamer heart! 💔

Alex: Yeah. Oh...oh, we...we...we have to find somebody before these auditions tomorrow, otherwise we're screwed. Maria: Alex, Alex begging is so unbecoming. Alex: What?

— He wasn't begging, Maria... You invited yourself! 🤣🤣 Singing karaoke at the "Pizza Pan" is not professional experience!

Maria: Great! I'll see you at 4:00 and I'll bring my charts.

— Maria, please, begging is so unbecoming of you! "Charts"... isn't this girl hilarious? 🤣🤣

Kyle: One minute she's telling me I'm the only one. Next, she's making goo-goo eyes at you.

— I don't deny her goo-goo eyes, although I'd rather call them soulful, but never have I heard Liz tell Kyle he was "the only one". #FalseMemories

— Kyle's words about Liz being a man-eater are just hilarious… Hilariously wrong, but hilarious!

#Roswell #OGRoswell #QuarantineMarathon #114BlindDate #Maria DeLuca #Liz Parker #Alex Whitman #Kyle Valenti #Max Evans #liveblog

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alienidentities-f22a · 2 years ago

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Is Maria Deluca the Best Friend Anyone Can Ask For?

Imagine being in a huge friend group and not knowing who your friends truly are. Would you continue supporting them or feel outcasted and eventually give up on your friendships? In Roswell, New Mexico, this is Maria Deluca’s reality. Although Maria is the protagonist’s best friend, she is out of the loop on the big picture. Maria can see other people’s futures but can not see through her friends.

Maria runs the Wild Pony, a bar, and is a palm reader. Maria works hard and picks up extra gigs to make money to take care of her mom, Mimi Deluca, who is mentally ill. As she runs her bar, she reads people’s palms. Although she read people, Maria did not know that the people she grew up with are aliens.

Throughout the show, Maria’s love for her mother can be seen in many ways. Her mother believes in aliens, but Maria does not think much about it because she believes she is too obsessed with alien movies. Mimi leaves her home all the time to wander through the desert barefoot. Maria does not worry too much because her mother always finds her way back to the Wild Pony. This issues later leads Maria to put her mother in assisted living. Even there Mimi did the same thing, which caused Maria great pain. No matter what Mimi did or said, Maria loves her so much to the detriment of herself.

We can see Maria’s love for her friends as well because she runs a bar, she is able to listen, talk, and support her friends. Her best friend Alex always goes there to drink and catch up with her. As I mentioned before, she saw others’ futures but could not see through her friends. For a long time, Maria did not know Michael is Alex’s love interest even though he was her best friend. This later becomes a problem because Maria ends up sleeping with Michael, not knowing this. After she realizes, she ends things with Michael even though she was developing feelings for him.

At the beginning of the show Max pushes Liz away due to several reason. At their high school reunion, Liz wants to leave the reunion early because she felt she did not belong there, but Maria noticed and turned her whole night around. Maria told the DJ to play a song that reminds Liz of the good times. Liz and Maria dance happily to the song and enjoy their night. Maria is there for Liz was when she is down about her relationship with Max. Maria gives Liz advice and alcohol to soothe her pain.

Throughout the show Maria’s intentions are clear. She wants to provide for herself and her mom and be there for her friends. Maria is there for her friends without knowing what they were going through for a long time, she is a rock for everyone. She offers comfort, companionship, and booze.

#SadichchhaSharma #revisedblogpost

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foramomentonly · 4 years ago

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Hey, you all!

Do me a quick favor? If you leave anti-Maria, anti-Miluca, or really any type of unsolicited hate or negative comments on other people's fic, gifsets, meta, etc., go ahead and unfollow me.

I hope I've been transparent about being a blog and a writer who loves Maria and loves Alex while also acknowledging that the boy is a fucking mess. But that's beside the point. You can disagree with these thoughts and we can still be cool!

However, I am sick of people leaving totally unacceptable comments, asks, and tags, many on anon, on other people's work. Work that they spent their own time on. Work they created out of joy. To inspire joy. If it doesn't inspire joy in you, that's fine. You can go on about your life unbothered. You don't need to write mean, personalized, spiteful comments to that person. You aren't engaging in discourse; you aren't challenging "problematic" views; you're being an asshole.

Let's be fucking decent for awhile, how's that sound?

#fandom #roswell new mexico #I'm sleepy and mad and giving zero fucks today #maria deluca is a good friend #miluca #fandom issues

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SaL anon here bestie and I know I promised you a science rant but let me get this out there first. How the fuck did the writers of this godforsaken series think this season is something they'd want on their resumes?? I know nothing will ever sink lower than S2 but it's baffling to me how anyone involved, knowing there was a possibility the show would be on the chopping block even if it wasn't confirmed, thought this was something that could save them or lead to future employment. Its not just

Malex, it's all soooo bad. Both Liz and Max, the leads, are being their worst selves while trading off on who gets to make poor unilateral decisions without talking to the other and who has to suck it up while being the "best" partner (aka every fucking season's conflict with Echo). Isobel, another main, has literally no storyline, she's just doing random shit that has no apparent impact on her (jumps from Anatsa heartbreak to Kybel, to this Tezca plot, none of which involve her brothers when her family is supposed to be her main anchor, she only shares scenes with Max and Michael when they need "muscle"). Maria is in essentially the same boat as Isobel but they have to make extra bullshit up since she lacks any relevance as a character on her own. Kyle, who everyone in the show has always relied heavily on, is relegated to pining love interest and can only talk to Isobel or guest stars. Rosa is only around if someone needs her, otherwise not even worth not worth mentioning. And then there is Malex *deep sigh*. The sum of it is Alex is, like Rosa, forgotten unless someone needs him (and they are annoyed he's not there) and Michael has been relegated to S1 Michael except in the ways that would be meaningful for Malex (remember when Michael wouldn't leave his Mom, who he loves as much as Alex, until Alex said he'd stay and die with him? Where TF was he last episode?). But it's so much worse than just that. Its the baffling choice of having Michael all ready to leave for the Oasis while not even giving Alex's lack of communication a first thought (sorry writers, his 20 seconds of regret on screen do NOT make the last 5 episodes better) and the frankly offensive choice to not only have his ex care for him but be the "conduit" so they can communicate. The writers are well aware of people's views on M*ria and KNOW how disgusting this would come across. Looking at all of it, just why choose any of this 😣??

Hi bestie! Looking forward to the science rant! You’re so right though, and honestly season 2 had no coherent plot but does season 4 have one either? What is the POINT? What are we DOING? Who knows!

Apparently Liz is aimless if she’s not trying to raise the dead, or on a deadline for The Science to be done? Suddenly she’s trying to lecture people about ethics given what she’s done? People who would not be in the position they’re in if she hadn’t been feeing them info about aliens and getting their hopes up only for Liz to be like, I can get everything I wanted, but it was hard and I did soooo much unethical shit so I think you should just give up on your daughter 🤷🏻‍♀️? Not to mention her casual assumption that Michael is out cheating on Alex at the first opportunity when Alex leaves town, and that Michael’s reaction to Alex being missing will somehow be “over the top” when her and Max have both acted worse when separated from each other? I don’t know WHAT they are doing to Liz but it’s all such a bad look. Add to that the recycled plot for Echo making decisions without each other that happens MULTIPLE times every season and IDK why we’re even supposed to root for them to be together when they clearly prefer to make solo decisions rather than work as a team.

This Isobel storyline would have been cool LAST season when we learned about Jones and about the sword and sticking a Jones victim in a season where Jones is already dead and gone seems weird and pointless. I want to like it, but like you said, she’s just off needing something to do instead of being involved in what is going on with everyone. Why isn’t SHE, the one with mindescaping powers, helping Michael find Alex? We know Michael can mindescape too, so why didn’t we see him trying to reach out to Alex that way long before now? But even without that, THIS should be something for Isobel to be involved in and might allow her and her brother to have a chat about their soulmates and learn more about her and Kyle and what’s going on there! Because I don’t know if Kyle in is 4x09 because he directed the episode so they what? Have Kybel sleep together, then Kyle fucks off for 3 episodes? Also WTF is Kyle doing this season besides performing random surgeries and chilling in Mexico while his best friend is missing? Because Alex missing SHOULD HAVE given us Kyle and Michael and Isobel working together to find him! Michael losing his powers SHOULD HAVE given us Science Bros Liz, Kyle, and Michael working together to make a cure! But once again, this show lets Kyle and the Kylex friendship down for no reason other than they hate joy and friendship apparently. Vlamis and Trevino are DELIGHTFUL together and you’d think they’d try to capitalize on that and on making Alex the focus to make up for Tyler not physically being around. But here we are suffering once again through more episodes of the m*ria d*luca show.

Speaking of THAT mess, did the cure that saved her brain take her powers away or does she have powers strong enough to link through dimensions? Is she alien enough to go through an “alien puberty” that NONE of the actual aliens went through, or is she so little alien that the bit of alien DNA she has is killing her? Does she actually have a purpose or anything to do or are they taking scenes that should belong to other characters to manufacture something for her to do? At least that last one has an answer 🙄

And again, Michael’s storyline is another one better suited for a previous season. With him and Alex at odd, we could have had the discovery of some of the alien stones (found/given to Alex and Kyle from their dads/found in their bunkers/Caulfield/research) and had Michael ready to leave until Alex gets kidnapped and he makes the choice to stay. OR we could have some imperative reason he specifically has to go to Oasis but only in a season where him and Alex are working closely together and we can see the pain of the decision. Where we stand now, NONE of this makes a lot of sense. Yeah Michael always wanted to know more about his home planet but the need to escape earth left when he told Alex “you are my home”. And he has no family, no ties, no urgent need to go back to a planet in ruins so why now? Why, when he has someone like Bonnie who can give him answers to all his burning alien questions, does he HAVE to think about going back? Going on a journey he doesn’t even know yet if Alex could survive as a human? And I can see him THINKING about the logistics of going back, and running that all excitedly in the back of his very busy mind! That tracks, but at no point should we be getting this “oh I was so concerned about going to Oasis that I forgot about Alex”. Because in NO PLAN of Michael’s is he NOT thinking about Alex! In NO PLAN of going to his home planet is Michael NOT thinking about bringing Alex with him and figuring out how long the journey would be and if they can have TWO houses with white picket fences. Yes Michael might could have gotten a little obsessed about going to Oasis now that it’s a possibility, but that entire vision would still center around him and Alex doing it together.

GOD we could have been seeing Michael leaving voicemails for Alex about his excitement and what he found out and asking if it was possible if Alex would come with him to see his home planet and instead we got....this. The absolute disrespect for all three of the love stories but especially Malex’s by forcing Michael's ex into the center of everything makes me want to scream. I can’t wait for canon to die so it can stop fucking us over.

#my sweet nonnie friends #sleeping at last anon #roswell nm #roswell spoilers #roswell nm my behated #malex #anti maria deluca #i hate it here #the GOOD angst potential of alex being kidnapped #vs whatever TF we're getting instead #brb gotta go scream into a pillow for an hour

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85. “I need to tell you something.”

Anon, thank you so much for this prompt! It went in a different direction than I expected and I hope you enjoy it. I have one more prompt to write, and I am starting to think about that one now. This time it's Michael's turn to confess.

I'll meet you at the divide on AO3

Summary: In the aftermath of Jones' death, Alex focuses on being a good friend and tries not to think about the confession Michael made, the one he's not sure he can believe.

No real warning. It's a bit Alex centric and it is Maria friendly

Title from "If I Get High" by Nothing but Thieves

It’s the silence that catches Alex’s attention. When he’d come back to the kitchen to take a break, the celebration over Jones’ defeat was still going strong. Once they confirmed Jones was dead, everyone had come to Max’s house to regroup, and by the time Alex arrived after taking care of the body, the alcohol and acetone were already flowing freely.

Relief after weeks of tension loosed everyone’s inhibitions. While eating the pizza and wings Alex had picked up, the story of Jones’ demise was told over and over again. Each time a different detail was highlighted, and the already complicated plan was exaggerated to mythic proportions. High fives were exchanged, and variations of “Did you see that?” and “Can you believe we pulled this off” overlapped as they all talked at once. Alex nursed his beer and let the conversation wash over him, accepting praise when offered, but not adding anything. Bravado covered over the awe and disbelief in a way Alex remembered from his time overseas when post mission debriefs dissolved into similar celebrations as a way to wrap your mind around what had happened, to realize you survived when the odds were against you. So he didn’t wince when laughter rang out over missteps he knew would haunt his nights, just clenched his hand under the table and smiled.

Once the food ran out and the congratulations were exhausted, Michael and Maria tried to organize a drinking game over a late night soccer match they found on TV. The girls would drink every time a stop was made, or as Michael put it “The guy in the net hut keeps the ball from going in.” And the guys would drink any time two players hugged or slapped each other’s asses.

It didn’t take long for Rosa, Isobel and Kyle to lose interest and move out to the patio to play cards. A tipsy Liz had taken Max back to the bedroom for a third check of his heart, just to be safe she insisted, to make sure the energy needed to kill Jones hadn’t damaged it.

Alex had taken the opportunity to sneak into the kitchen for some solitude. Deciding to remain sober had left him unable to relax completely, part of him still on alert, and cleaning is a good place to put that energy. He takes his time disposing of pizza boxes, gathering empty bottles for recycling and wiping down counters. Once that’s done, he sits at the table and forces himself to run through the night's events. He closes his eyes and replays everything in his mind, picking apart his role and actions, identifying his mistakes and where he could have done a better job of protecting everyone while reminding himself that in the end they’d been successful and no one had been hurt.

At first he still hears Michael and Maria yelling at the screen and calls of “Rummy” coming in through the open kitchen window. Lost in his own thoughts, he doesn’t notice when they begin to quiet down, but now that house is silent, he realizes more time has passed than he thought.

He hopes the drop in activity is just the result of a natural adrenaline crash rather than everyone already beginning to deal with what they’ve been through. Alex knows how hard it will be once the relief fades away, and they are forced to think about the risks they took, with their own lives and with each other’s. When they admit that what they are celebrating is their success in planning and following through on a plan that resulted in someone’s death. No matter how justified, it will be a difficult reality to accept.

Alex stands back up, ignoring the pain and stiffness in his leg for now. As he makes his way back into the living room, he pushes aside his own feelings about what happened. He needs to check on the others, make sure he is available to help them deal with the aftermath. It can’t be like Caulfield again when he was so overwhelmed by his own shock and guilt that he left Michael and Kyle to flounder. They had all been unprepared for what they found there, how it ended, but Alex had been trained for situations like that, had seen cruelty and death on that scale, although never tied to his own family, and still failed them miserably. Instead of helping Kyle, and especially Michael, he tried to push forward so he wouldn’t have to face it. Sometimes he wonders if that’s when his relationship with Michael fell apart for good because when Michael needed him the most, he let himself be blinded by his own pain. He won’t make that same mistake again.

Michael is still watching the game, muttering under his breath and holding a mostly empty bottle of whiskey, but Maria is sound asleep on the couch. Alex doesn’t see Liz or Max, but if they are still in his bedroom, he has no intention of interrupting them.

He walks out to the porch where Rosa, Isobel and Kyle still have a deck of cards out, but no one seems to be playing anything.

“Hey, Alex!” Kyle greets him, eyes unfocused and voice too loud. “Want me to deal you in?” he asks, waving the hand holding his cards in the air.

“No, I’m heading out,” Alex shakes his head and steps up behind Rosa.

“More for me,” Kyle shrugs and takes more cards from the deck.

“You good to get him home?” Alex asks Rosa, knowing she also hasn’t been drinking.

“Yeah,” she agrees. “Miss Priss too if she decides not to stay,” she continues, tilting her head toward Isobel.

Alex looks over and sees Isobel is staring into space, her cards apparently forgotten in a pile in front of her.

Rosa catches Alex’s eye and snorts. “She’s either trying to see Kyle’s cards with her mind, or she fell asleep with her eyes open again. Must be some creepy alien trick,” Rosa shudders. “Need me to uber for anyone else?”

“I don’t think so. Liz is still back with Max so she’s on her own.” Rosa makes a face at him, but nods. “Maria’s down for the count, and I’ll check with Michael on my way out.”

Just then Kyle looks up and greets Alex as if he’s forgotten he’s been standing there, “Hey Alex, where have you been? Want to play? I can give you some cards.” Kyle keeps drawing more cards until he has two full hands then offers one to Alex.

“Not tonight,” he says, setting the cards Kyle gives him back in the deck. Then he turns back to Rosa who has buried her face in her hands to muffle her laughter. “Good luck. We’ll talk soon,” he drops a kiss on the top of her head before walking away.

Back in the living room, he covers Maria with the blanket from the back of the couch and tucks her hair behind her ear. Michael is still focused on the screen so he goes back to the kitchen for a few bottles of water and aspirin which he leaves out on the coffee table.

“Hey,” he says, placing his hand on Michael’s shoulder to get his attention. “Looks like Maria won?” he holds up the empty tequila bottle he found on the floor before setting it on the table as well.

Michael looks up and shrugs. “I don’t know, this blue team is pretty handsy. I might be staging a comeback.”

“Well, I’m heading home. Do you need a ride?”

“Nah, I’m gonna crash here. Be ready to pick up the pieces of Max’s broken heart if Liz decides to leave again,” Michael gestures back toward the bedroom. “I’ll make sure Maria gets home in the morning.”

“Thanks,” Alex sticks his hands in his pockets and rocks awkwardly back on his heels, not sure how to say goodbye to Michael. He wants to hug him or fix his hair like he did for Maria. He wants to tell Michael that he can count on him, that he won’t fail him like he did before, but it feels too late for any of that. Instead he settles for, “Later, if you want to talk about what happened. You can call me, any time.”

Alex turns to leave without waiting for a response, but Michael stops him with a hand on his arm.

“I need to tell you something,” Michael begins once Alex is facing him again. “I’m glad Forrest is gone. And that’s a shitty thing to say to a friend. That’s what we are now, friends?” he waits for Alex to nod before continuing. “I’m happy we’re friends, but it really sucks sometimes because I miss you even when you’re right there. All this time we’ve spent building our friendship and then working together to take Jones down just reminded me of all the reasons I love you. I miss touching you, Alex. I miss loving you, and I want to be allowed to do that again.” Michael slides his hand down Alex’s arm and takes his hand. “I want this to be our time.”

Alex closes his eyes and takes a step back. He never realized how much it would hurt to have Michael say everything he wants to hear and not be able to believe it. “Michael,” he lets out a shaky breath. “You’ve been through a lot, tonight, these last few weeks. And you’ve been drinking. I can’t”

Before he can say anything else, Michael drops his hand and adopts a look of casual indifference. “No, I get it. Just forget I said anything.”

“No, I don’t want to forget. Unless you do,” he adds hastily.

Alex hates this. All he wants to do is tell Michael he made a mistake, that he wants the same things Michael does. But he’s been down this road before. Frantic hand jobs behind the barracks before the adrenaline wears off, or nights spent in each other arms trying to not to cry before getting each other off as a reminder than while not everyone made it back, they had. Every time it ended the same way, with averted eyes and awkward silences or a sudden transfer. Alex can’t do that with Michael. As much as this hurts, seeing regret or shame in Michael’s eyes tomorrow morning would kill him.

“Look, you need time after all this,” Alex waves his hand trying to encompass everything Michael has been through. “But later, if you still mean it, I want to hear it.”

“Yeah, sure whatever,” Michael sits back down and turns his attention back to the game effectively dismissing him.

There is nothing else Alex can say so he leaves, hoping when Michael is rested and sober he’ll realize Alex was sincere.

Alex tries not to be disappointed when he doesn’t see or hear from Michael the next day. It’s what he expected, and he ignores the tiny part of him that hoped Michael would wake up and still mean everything he said the night before.

He reaches out to Max and Isobel to let them know he’s available if they want to talk. He doesn’t hear back from Max, but he didn’t expect to. Alex is pleasantly surprised when Isobel takes the time to respond, letting him know that she and Michael are staying with Max so they could all spend some time together.

The text sets him at ease. Alex is glad they are leaning on each other. Their dynamic has always been a little closed off to others which know that he knows their secrets makes sense. Their experience with Jones was also very different from anyone else's. Jones was the last known link to their plant, the last link to a history that was taken from them. Coming to the decision to end his life came at the cost of any hope they had of learning from him. Jones used that hope to manipulate them for as long as he could. Alex knows at least for now they are best equipped to help each other through this. But it still stings when Michael ignores the message he leaves him repeating his offer to talk.

Alex can’t control what Michael does next, when or if he’ll come to Alex and repeat his confession or if he’ll resume their friendship as if he’d never spoken of wanting more so he controls what he can. He spends his time catching up on all the things he let slide during these last few frantic weeks where every free moment was spent planning, arguing over strategy and testing out theories when they’d been desperate enough to convince Liz to come back from California to help Michael in the lab because all their previously developed serums proved useless against Jones.

So he does his laundry and goes grocery shopping. When he’s not at work, he leaves his prosthetic off and gives his leg some much needed rest. Alex does his best to revive his neglected plants and takes out his guitar in the evenings.

As Alex’s life settles back into a routine, he realizes this is the first time in months he’s gone longer than a day without seeing Michael. Even before the situation with Jones became critical, they’d fallen into the habit of spending time together, becoming the friends they always had the potential to be. He would have thought after a decade of only sporadic contact, missing Michael would be second nature, but it feels wrong in a way it never has before. He loses count of the times he starts typing out a text to Michael or drives by Sanders, forgetting Michael won’t be there. But he has other people in his life now, people who need him as much as he needs them so Alex fills his time as best he can with them while hoping Michael is finding the same support with his family.

He gets together with Kyle, once at Planet 7 to let Kyle blow off some steam and play an ineffective wingman, and another night at his place for burgers and beer. He takes the time to listen and help Kyle come to terms with being on the other side of death. For all that every death Alex caused still gnaws at his conscience, no matter how necessary, it’s not quite the same. Alex is a soldier, whether he wanted to be or not, and he knew exactly what he was signing up for. But as a doctor, Kyle never expected to stand by and watch someone die rather than doing everything possible to save him. It’s an experience Alex wishes Kyle didn’t have, but there had been no way to spare him.

Before she goes back to California, Alex has lunch with Liz. She brushes off his thanks for leaving her job to help them and gushes about the scientific advances she can make using the techniques they used to adjust the serum. The techniques, she assures him, not the data. It’s not until he walks her to her car and reminds her not to be a stranger that she breaks down.

“I can’t stay,” she whispers as he hugs her. “Seeing Jones die reminds me too much of losing Max. I keep thinking about those months I spent watching him lifeless in that pod just praying I could save him. I’m not ready to feel that much for him again.”

He kisses her forehead and promises he understands. And he does, if anyone knows what it’s like to run when your feelings get to be too much it’s him. Alex reminds her that Roswell isn’t going anywhere, and he doubts Max is either. She gives him a shaky smile and another hug before driving away. As Alex stands in front of the Crashdown and watches her leave, he’s confident her absence will be shorter this time.

Maria and Rosa come over for movie night loaded down with popcorn, nachos and Arturo’s best milkshakes. They start with an old slasher flick that makes them laugh way more than it scares them before moving on to a cheesy rom-com. The plot is contrived, Maria declares the hero a “Chad,” and Alex isn’t even sure he wants the characters together, but when it ends with a cliched and insincere declaration, he looks over at Maria and Rosa and sees tears streaming down their faces. He lets them pretend they are crying about what’s on the screen until they are both ready to cry for real. Movie night turns into a slumber party complete with a blanket fort in his living room and whispered secrets about their biggest fears, crushes and their own rom-com dreams. His back and leg don’t thank him in the morning, but his heart feels lighter than it has in a while. And when Maria and Rosa spend the morning laughing and teasing him over his badly painted nails, he knows he’s not the only one.

Alex keeps himself busy enough that Michael’s absence is dull ache he does his best to ignore. He reminds himself that Michael isn’t alone, he has Max and Isobel, and he knows he can reach out to Alex if he wants to. Still, he’s more surprised than he should be when Michael shows up at his house one afternoon almost two weeks after Jones’ defeat.

“Hey,” he greets Michael with a smile. “How are you?”

“Good, all caught up on my sleep now that I’m not spending every night in the bunker, got the backlog at Sanders cleared out.”

“I’m sure he appreciates that,” Alex laughs remembering how Sanders kept finding excuses to send Michael home the last few weeks, knowing the hours he was spending trying to defeat Jones and finish what his mother had started. “How are Max and Isobel?”

“Isobel is taking everything in stride. She’s way more practical and stronger than Max and I ever gave her credit for.”

Alex inclines his head in agreement. From working with Isobel, he’s learned that she can handle just about anything that is thrown at her.

“Max is glad there’s no one running around trying to kill us while wearing his face. But he really thought Liz was going to stay,” Michael’s smile dims. “We’re at depressing Russian literature levels of pining, but he is planning a trip to see her next month so it’s not hopeless.”

“No, I don’t think it is,” Alex agrees, remembering the look on Liz’s face when she talked about leaving Max again.

“What about you?” Michael asks. “I hear you’ve been doing a lot of caretaking recently. Is anyone taking care of you?”

Alex bites his lip and looks away, uncomfortable with both the pride and concern he hears in Michael’s voice. He’s not doing anything special, just what he should have done before. Maybe if he handled things better before, after Caulfield, if he’d focused on the people who needed him instead of himself, he thinks. Alex shakes his head, stopping his own train of thought. He thinks a lot of things that don’t make a difference in the end, and that’s not what Michael is asking about.

“I’m fine,” he finally settles on not wanting to explain that helping everyone else is what he needs. Michael continues to stare at him, eyes filled with kindness and concern. It feels like more than Alex deserves. “Do you want to come in?” he asks just to break the tension.

Michael looks around and seems surprised they had the whole conversation standing in Alex’s doorway. “That’s probably a good idea,” he answers, rubbing the back of his neck.

They move into the living room, but neither of them sits down. Instead they stand facing each other in the middle of the room.

“I need to tell you something,” Michael begins.

He looks uncomfortable, and Alex’s heart sinks. “Michael,” he sighs. He wanted to tell him not to bother, that they can both forget what Michael said the other night. But he and Michael are friends if nothing else, and friends listen to each other. So as much as it will hurt to hear Michael say it was a mistake, and that he’s sorry, Alex steels himself and gestures for Michael to continue. “Go ahead.”

“I need to tell you something,” Michael repeats. “I’m glad Forrest is gone. And that’s a shitty thing to say to a friend. That’s what we are now, friends.” It’s not a question this time. “I’m happy we’re friends, but it really sucks sometimes because I miss you even when you’re right there. All this time we’ve spent building our friendship and then working together to take Jones down just reminded me of all the reasons I love you. I miss touching you, Alex. I miss loving you, and I want to be allowed to do that again.” Michael steps closer to Alex and reaches for his hand. “I want this to be our time.”

“You remember,” Alex hadn’t expected Michael to repeat his confession word for word.

“I remember every minute with you, Alex,” Michael replies with a soft smile.

Alex takes his hand and pulls him over to the couch where they sit close enough for their knees to touch. He doesn’t know what to say. He resists the instinct to ask Michael if he is sure. It isn’t fair to doubt Michael’s sincerity when he did exactly what Alex asked him to do and took the time to recover and think about what he wanted before coming to see Alex. Michael has hurt him before, in anger and self defense, but he isn’t cruel. He wouldn’t be here if he didn’t mean everything he said. So the problem isn’t believing Michael, but figuring out if he is ready to believe it as well.

“What do you mean by our time?” Alex asks, seizing on the phrase that he’s been wondering about since Michael first mentioned it.

“Love has never been the problem between us, but we’ve never really been on the same page. There has been so much between us, secrets, lies, our histories, always something pulling us apart. We’ve worked though most of that now, maybe not in the best way,” Michael laughs and rubs his eyes.

“And you think it’s different now?”

“Yeah, I think it is. I think we’re different now. Don’t you?” Michael doesn’t wait for Alex to answer. “We’re not running anymore. We’re not hiding from each other or ourselves. I think we finally really know each other, and I like you as much as I love you. You’re funny and smart and stubborn. You can be so kind, but you’re also impatient and sarcastic and kind of a dick, and I love that too. Working with you made me realize we can bring out the best in each other; I know you make me better.”

“You make me better, too,” is all Alex is able to get out in response. It’s somehow harder and more overwhelming to hear Michael say he likes him than it is to know he loves him. Love, Alex understands. Love is cosmic and epic and sometimes out of your control. This is Michael looking at Alex and seeing someone he wants to spend time with even if they aren’t in a relationship. It’s a new feeling, a little uncomfortable, and he’s not sure he’s worthy of it.

“I hope so,” Michael seems to know Alex needs a moment so he doesn’t say anything else. But the silence stretches out long enough to become awkward. Alex knows Michael is waiting for his reaction, but he doesn’t know what to say. He had time to think about what would happen when he saw Michael again, but while he’d done his best to prepare himself for heartbreak, he never let himself think about what it would mean if Michael hadn’t changed his mind. He still doesn’t know how to reach out for what he wants even when it’s right in front of him.

“Look, here’s the thing,” Michael finally breaks the silence. “When you leave, when we say goodnight, I don’t want you to go. And it’s not because I’m desperate or I can’t control myself around you or I think I won’t get another chance to see you. It’s because being with you feels right, it feels good. We fit together, and I like the way that makes me feel. I guess what I want to know is if you feel that way too.”

“You know I do,” Alex confesses, but from Michael’s smile he knows Michael already knew that. The one thing Alex hasn’t been subtle about is how reluctant he’s been to leave Michael’s company. Always staying for one more drink or asking to go over one more detail. He’d linger until the last ember of the fire died out, and he’d run out of excuses to stay.

“So how about this? I take you to dinner then we can stop at the Pony for drinks. You can check on Maria or whoever else is on your list for the day,” he teases gently, making Alex blush. “We can go back to my place and sit by the fire for a while, and then you don’t say goodnight.”

Alex pretends to consider it for just a second before countering, “I have a fire pit and a bigger bed.”

“I knew I loved the way your mind works,” Michael's smile widens just before he pulls Alex into a kiss.

It feels like coming home and starting fresh at the same time, and Alex never wants it to end.

“I love you, too,” Alex says when they break apart. “I want to make this work this time.”

“We’ll make it work,” Michael corrects him, “together.” He leans in for another kiss, whispering just before their lips meet, “we’re still cosmic, baby.”

Alex laughs into the kiss and lets himself feel the joy of having Michael in his arms again.

#malex fic #rnm fic #getting back together #Love Confessions Prompt Fill #my fic #Alex tries to be a good friend #maria deluca friendly #POV Alex #Michael's ready #Alex just needs to believe him

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