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[echo-bleu]

BEFORE THE BEGINNING :)

For Complicated Truths, Alex and Michael’s first meeting!

For nearly three weeks, Alex doesn't think about Langley, or his father, or his mission. He has things to do here in Sri Lanka, but they can wait. His cover says he's on vacation, and he's determined to enjoy it.

He strolling around the market on his second day when he spots him. The village he chose is a little more isolated than most, and it's not swarming with tourists, so Alex notices this white guy with beautiful curly hair, who looks completely out of place and yet seems to speak the local language nearly fluently. Unlike some of the luxury tourists at the resort two towns over, who drive around in large cars and cart their towels and water toys around the beaches like they own them, this man has all of his belongings in a heavy-looking backpack and tan lines that speak more of hard work than lying on a beach all day. He's hands deeps in the engine of a car when Alex first sees him, and he's never seen anything hotter.

“Backpacking your way around the country?” he asks casually, leaning against the car.

“Try around the world,” the man smiles, looking up from the engine. “You American?”

“Yeah. Alex Manes,” Alex holds out his hand.

“Michael Guerin.” Michael waves his gasoline-stained right hand in apology. “I'm from New Mexico.”

“Oh, that's funny, so am I, originally.”

“Originally?”

“I was born in New Mexico, but I moved around a lot as a kid. Never really had a place to call home.”

Guerin nods. “Yeah, I know the feeling. I grew up in the system.”

Alex gives him an understanding look, but he doesn't offer anything more. He knows about shitty upbringings, and not wanting to hear pity in the voice of strangers. Guerin straightens up more, an almost defiant look on his face.

“So, Alex, what are you doing here?”

[michaels-blackhat]

study buddies

day 12/32 of my massive holiday project

for @seeaddywrite, a wonderful writer, person, and my educational (study) buddy. Congrats on the end of your semester and the end of mine. Please enjoy study buddies Michael and Liz, with a little bit of bonus at high school romances

Liz sat her books down on the long library table and looked over at its sole occupant. Michael Guerin was bent over a notebook, pen moving quickly as he powered through whatever assignment he was working on. Liz watched his for a moment, waiting for his pen to lift.

“Hey Ortecho,” Michael said when he finally looked up from his paper. “You don’t normally study here.”

He was right, she didn’t. She normally took over a booth in the back corner of the Crashdown before her shift started.

“I know,” she said as she sat across from him. “I’m just having problems with the pre-calc assignment and Mrs. D is the worst at explaining things.”

Michael snorted, that was an understatement. “I don’t think she’s updated her notes since the 80s,” Michael complained as he set aside his physics homework and opened his pre-calc book. “Seriously, I have to go home and teach myself the concepts, or else I’d be failing her class like…” He trailed up and looked at Liz.

“Like almost everyone else,” Liz said with a grin. “I’m normally pretty good at picking these things up, but the textbook just doesn’t make any sense to me. I don’t understand how they go from…” Liz also trailed off as she pulled Michael’s textbook towards her and pointed at the example. “See here? It doesn’t even connect to the previous example and the chapter doesn’t even mention it!”

Michael scowled at the textbook. It was definitely directed at the textbook and not at Liz. “I know, it’s another thing Mrs. D didn’t actually teach us. Here, let me show you.”

He bookmarked the page and then turned to a page chapters earlier. Liz pulled out her notebook, ready to learn.

-

“I can’t do this,” Michael said as he threw his pen down, his head following slightly after, hitting his book with a slight thump.

“It’s an essay,” Liz started, but Michael cut her off.

“It’s an essay for a novel I could barely stay away through,” he said, voice still muffled. He turned his head so that Liz could hear him properly. “I know we’re meant to study chemistry together, but I’m seriously screwed if I don’t finish this.”

Liz looked up from her chemistry notes to look at Michael fully. His hair hid most of his face, but what she could see was exhausted. He had bags under his eyes, larger than were usually there, and his entire appearance was more unkempt than it usually was. Liz knew he took great care to look as put together as he could. She knew the rumors about him, knew what rumors in a town like theirs could do. Their town was big enough for rumors about everyone, but small enough that you knew which ones were true.

“Ok,” Liz said, still watching Michael’s tired face. “We still have a few days until the AP test. And honestly, I’m pretty sure we’re both going to ace it.” Michael nodded his head in agreement. They two of them were the top of their class, and they had been preparing for weeks. Both understood the importance of grades on scholarships. And how much those AP credits could help. “So, let’s see what this essay is about.”

-

“Hey Guerin, want the rest of my fries?” Liz asked when she was full. They had been sitting there all evening, trying to finish their group project for their sociology class. Liz still wasn’t sure why either of them took it, besides how a varied curriculum would look on their transcripts.

Michael barely looked up as he reached for a fry. It was the first time Liz had convinced him to eat with her when they worked together. Maybe it was because they were sharing. Or maybe because he was too tired and annoyed at their sociological experiment and how it had not gone the way their professor had thought it would.

Michael took another fry. “Thanks Liz,” he said, head still trying to make sense of their survey data. He quickly flashed her a grin before he looked back down. “So,” he said as he copied the data onto their worksheet. “You were getting all cozy with Max after prom.”

Liz stopped what she was doing to look at Michael.

“Are you trying to gossip with me Michael Guerin?” Liz asked in a shocked tone. It wasn’t feigned. She and Michael never really talked about anything beyond school. It was their main point of connection, for all that they at least had Max in common.

“No gossiping,” Michael mumbled into a fry. “Just asking a question.”

Liz gave him a suspicious glare.

“Is Max trying to get you to get me to tell you anything?”

This time Michael did raise his eyes and his eyebrows at her.

“Liz,” Michael said seriously, too seriously, “he’s had a crush on you forever and everyone knows it. If he was trying to get me to do anything, I’d laugh in his face because it would be so obvious. No, this is just me asking a question.” He ended his sentence with a shrug.

“He’s sweet,” Liz said after a few moments of silence. “And he’s caring. And he’s my friend and has been for years.” She shrugged and went back to her own data sheet. “He was just trying to make me feel better, you know? I mean, I knew Kyle and Alex weren’t exactly friends anymore, but I didn’t think it was that bad, you know?”

Michael breathed out of his nose loudly before he put his pencil down and looked directly at Liz.

“I think both of them tried really hard for you not to know. Kyle because he’s a dick who thought he could have you and still be a shithead, and Alex because he’s your friend and he didn’t want to make you choose.”

Liz smiled a little but her eyes were sad. “Way to be honest Guerin. God, how did I not notice?”

“Did you notice that Alex wasn’t the only person he was a dick to?”

Liz shook her head. “He was never like that around me. I didn’t like hanging around his friends though. I probably should have thought about why that was.”

“You liked him, and he was always sweet to you. He made sure you never saw him as anything else. You can’t beat yourself up about it, just gotta be a better friend.”

Liz smiled at him, this time without the lingering sadness. “How’d you get so wise Guerin?”

“I’m a genius Ortecho,” he said with a wink. “No, enough feelings. Let’s finish this shit.”

-

Michael looked down at the note left for him at the Crashdown counter.

Ditching the chemistry project. I have a date instead.

It was signed with a smiley face. Michael crushed it in his hand as he made his way toward the UFO museum. Hopefully he’d have his own date too.

[rnmsmalltownlegends]

Not by blood, but by choice

Gen | By @seeaddywrite | Max Evans, Michael Guerin, Alex Manes |

Max has Michael and Alex over for dinner after his resurrection. It goes better than one might expect.

Our Recommendation: This a sweet and short brotherly fic that hits all the right spots. The Max and Michael brotherly bond isn’t widely written about, but this fic approaches it in a way that does not make anyone look like a bad guy. This is a story of three men sharing their hurts, and listening to their family, realizing they all still love each other. A feel good story for all fans.

[lambourngb]

15. Post the last line you wrote without context.

“Whass the opposite of celebrating? That’s what I’m doin’ now.”

[queermil]

FIRST – the first two sentences of your! current project

FIRST – the first two sentences of my current project

Michael doesn’t waste time and hurries to get his jeans and socks off, though he does think about keeping the monstrosities on for a hot second. He pulls his shirt off but keeps the bomber jacket on, as Alex had requested, and then makes his way to his bedroom in only the jacket and his boxers.

[bisexualalienblast]

seeaddywrite replied to your post “I’m sorry but everyone obsessed with Love is Blind is sleeping on the...”

I have watched a ridiculous amount of... both... during this quarantine. Apparently anxiety and trashy Tv go hand-in-hand.

NO SHAME. I am spiraling down a rabbit hole of terrible TV and i refuse to feel bad about it. WHO ELSE IS OBSESSED WITH THE BISEXUAL WLW COUPLE???? I want them to be happy...forever. 

[saadiestuff]

7. What’s the last thing you read that made you cry?

It’s very rare that I’ve legit cried reading something. I think the last I recall was an MCD fic for Malec, in my last fandom, 2 or 3 years ago??

[aewriting]

End of year fic recommendations: Spontaneous

By @seeaddywrite

Aaaaaggghhh, this one is a heartbreaker! It’s set in high school, and Alex has just been on the wrong end of a beating. He seeks out Michael to distract him, and Michael ends up being SO tender toward him. There’s this flicker of hope at the end, and then reality hits.

[haloud]

seeaddywrite replied to your post “tonight i will think about alex manes”

can you write about him too while you're at it? because i need new fic to read ;)

maaaayyyybe :3c

[frankchurchillsaysrelax]

“I’ll walk you home.”

After a storm the skies may clear and the sun may shine but the destruction wrought will still be there. In the wake of Noah, the three aliens are left to pick up the pieces.

Potentially the last of their kind on this planet, they are left to mourn those they couldn’t save and face an uncertain future. Alex, Liz, and Kyle do their best to be there for them but, more so than ever, the de facto siblings are alone in this world together.

They are alone but separate in their grief, words and actions hurled in crisis leaving splintered cracks in their bond. They are the kind of wounds Max can’t heal with his hands nor Isobel soothe with her words. When Michael tries to numb the pain, alcohol seeps through the fissures leaving behind a stinging emptiness.

Alex wishes he could be enough to hold Michael together completely, but he knows that one person cannot reasonably be everything for someone no matter how much they would like to be. Patience has never been a virtue of his but for Michael he tries.

Michael doesn’t exit the trailer when Alex parks the humvee. Nova runs past him as he steps out of the car, pawing at the door to the airstream with happy little yips, but still Michael doesn’t make an appearance. Alex checks and he isn’t inside at all. The garage is closed for the day but Michael could still be working, fixing things always a good way to quiet his thoughts and make him feel useful.

Alex wonders briefly if he could be hiding out in the bunker but he knows Michael has been avoiding the space, or more accurately what is kept down there.

Before he can take a step towards the auto shop, Nova goes bounding past the old rusted bus, something in the distance grabbing her attention. He can’t run after her, his leg and hip still ache even after nearly a week of rest, but he follows the echoes of her barks until he reaches a wide open space, pausing at the sight before him.

Michael lays sprawled on the dusty ground now holding Nova in place on his chest as she scrambles to cover his face in affectionate slobber. Michael gives a sad smile at the beagle’s kisses. It’s the most happiness he has to offer these days.

Alex joins them, awkwardly lowering himself to lay at Michael’s side. The earth below them offers no comfort. The smell of sand and sharp pain of rocks digging into his back remind him of time spent in similar positions halfway around the world. He brushes the thought away quickly and focuses on the way Michael shifts closer, his eyes still watching Nova.

Alex moves one arm to pillow his head and stretches his other hand between them, tangling his fingers with Michael’s. The three of them settle into a comfortable silence. They watch the sun slowly cross the sky as the world continues to turn around them.

They stay through the sunset; beautiful reds, oranges, and pinks blending golden in a daily ritual they normally take for granted. Color and light are drained into darkness, the inbetween state of starless black surrounding them.

Michael is the first to sit up when the distant howl of a coyote causes Nova to whimper and burrow further against him. He gathers close, shielding her from the world in a way that only seems possible with animals. Rubbing gently under her chin and shushing her, he sets her down so he can push himself up off the ground, his back cracking audibly as he stands. Nova stays close, running in circles to stretch her little legs. Michael turns to offer Alex a hand, pulling him up with a soft grunt.

Alex draws him in for a hug. Michael can be prickly and he uses that macho cowboy swagger of his to keep people at arm’s length but when he’s hurt, when the world has kicked him down past the point of caring, that touch starved eighteen year old surfaces. Alex is just happy he can provide something he needs.

“Come on,” he whispers into the cold air. He pulls back and meets Michael’s defeated eyes with a warm smile. “I’ll walk you home.”

Before he can let go and start leading them through the dark, Michael tugs him back into his arms. He rests their foreheads together, closing his eyes and breathing him in.

“You are my home.”

[bestillmyslashyheart]

“You’re the one thing keeping me sane right now.”

“Do you want me to leave?” Alex asked softly. His voice was barely a whisper and yet he felt like he was shouting, the sound almost echoing in the utter silence of the tiny space.

Michael didn’t answer. Alex waited a few minutes but when Michael remained silent, he turned to leave.

“Stay,” Michael whispered when Alex had one foot out the door. It was so quiet, he almost thought he’d imagined it but when he looked at Michael, the man was staring back with pleading eyes.

Alex stepped back inside and let the door fall shut. He paused halfway to Michael’s bed, unsure where Michael needed him right now.

The corner of the bed sheets flipped up in invitation and Alex took it. After stripping down to his boxers and removing his prosthetic he slid under the covers and wrapped his arms around Michael. For his part, Michael had clearly been waiting for him. The second his back was on the bed, Michael was turning over and draping himself across Alex’s chest, his ear pressed over his heart. He didn’t say anything and so neither did Alex. 

For hours, they lay there without moving. Sometimes, his chest would get wet as Michael cried but otherwise, Michael seemed to spend the time asleep. Alex alternated between running a hand through his hair or raking it gently up and down his back. There was only so much of Michael he could reach in his current position so he did what he could.

“You’re the one thing keeping me sane right now.” Alex’s hand paused on Michael’s back for a moment before he slowly continued. “I don’t want to talk about it, about any of it, but you being here is the only way I can sleep. The only way I can quiet the chaos in my head.”

“Then I’ll be here.” Alex assured him. “As long as you want me.”

“And if that’s forever?”

“Then I’ll be here forever.”

[fraudulentzodiacs]

“I’m surrendering myself to you; body and soul. What more do you want?” [i just want to read more of your fic, basically!]

Alex twitched nervously in his chair, his fingers tapping incessantly against his thigh, trying to pay attention as Michael told him about his day at work. He really wanted to pay attention, but he couldn’t seem to focus for more than a few seconds. He was overthinking the situation, he knew he was, but he couldn’t seem to stop. He knew Michael loved him, the six months they’d been back together since the fourth alien mess had finally ended had been - well, not perfect, but good. Really good. Michael had moved his trailer to the cabin months ago, he was sleeping in Alex’s bed every night, and everything was….right. It felt right, being with Michael, building a home and a life with him.

“We should get married.” Alex blurted out, interrupting Michael’s story had been telling about a customer. Michael’s hand paused in mid-air, his fork dangling near his mouth.

“Um, excuse me?” He finally asked, and Alex let out a nervous laugh.

“Let’s get married. Don’t you want to?”

“I mean…yeah, sure, but what’s brought this on?”

“I know we haven’t been back together for that long but, really, I’ve been in love with you for ten years. I don’t need to be with you for a year or two or five to know that I want forever with you.”

Alex stood up and crossed the table, lowering himself down carefully until he was kneeling in front of Michael.

“I love you, Michael. I don’t want to waste any more time. You’re my family, and I want it to be official, legal.”

Michael watched him for a long moment, and Alex had a moment of panic that he had misread everything, that Michael didn’t want to marry him after all. He was about to stand up when he felt Michael’s hand grip his shoulder, holding him in place.

“You got a ring for me?”

Alex laughed, shaking his head.

“I’m surrendering myself to you, body and soul. What more do you want?”

Michael slid down to the floor so he could be face to face with Alex, an affectionate smile on his face.

“Nothing.” He replied, leaning in for a soft kiss. “And, yes, let’s get married.”

[three--rings]

Hi! I fell into an Untamed/MDZS hole after watching the show on Netflix & I can’t tell you how much I appreciate all of your recs; I think I read every single one of them, haha. Thanks for keeping up with all of those fics so I could enjoy them all!

You’re very welcome!  I’ve fallen way behind on fics, unfortunately, as my attention span/eye strain is bothering me.  One of these days I’ll actually read all the stuff in my Marked For Later folder. 

Thanks for the lovely message!!

[padfootprongslet]

hi!!! first of all, i love that prompt & am probably about to stay up all night writing something for it because it's perfect, so thank you! ALSO i just read your 9-1-1 fic (i lose my grip) & i would love to see like a thousand more from you please. i'm obsessed & you're such a good writer!

Holy shit, I’m screaming. First off, you’re welcome for that prompt. I’ve been craving something like it for sooooo long, and I love your writing, so I’m happy you’re excited for it ♥ Secondly, holy shit, I’m screaming. I can’t believe you loved my fic? I’m crying, that’s amazing, such praiiiise. I definitely have a lot of fics planned. I just…. don’t know which one to start with, lol. // @seeaddywrite

[signoraviolettavalery]

seeaddywrite mentioned you on a post “ fics in-progress (in order of priority):  Part IV of Vampire AU (the...”

@signoraviolettavalery I posted it in the wee hours on Sunday, haha https://seeaddywrite.tumblr.com/post/187128105430/bitch-im-a-monster-part-iii-if-you-havent

that...would be why I didn’t see it; the past weekend (and week) have been hella busy. But I found it and I’m sooo happy I did. I can’t wait for part 4! 

[el-gilliath]

Do you have an outline? Do you stick to it?

I do have an outline for longer fics, and I stick to almost all of it. Sometimes things have to be changed in the middle, or I need to adjust a storyline or point, maybe change a work thing or two, but my main THIS MUST HAPPEN story outline always stays. I usually add more than I remove