#isobel evans fic

[aydann-runs]

Michael steps through the door to the Crashdown, removing his hat and scanning the cafe for Alex. He was supposed to meet him half an hour ago, but a challenging repair kept him late, and now Michael’s hungry on top of being frustrated. It’s a bad combination that’s not improved when he catches sight of Isobel, who–if body language is any indication–appears to be in the midst of an argument with Alex. He’s not even sure what Isobel, and Valenti, too, are doing here, since he’d only expected his husband.

Alex and Iz are leaning across the table of the corner booth, practically in each other’s faces, while Valenti plays on his phone. He’s very obviously staying out of the middle of whatever this is, and Michael’s more than half-tempted to follow his lead and just sit at the counter. Instead, he sighs and heads for the corner where two of the most important people in his life are currently at odds.

“...not going to change my mind,” Isobel is saying as Michael approaches the table. She gestures in Alex’s face with a french fry, and Michael rocks back on his heels in surprise when Alex snatches it out of her hand. With his teeth.

Isobel laughs, and Michael knows his sister, can tell it’s her delighted to be sparring with an equal laugh, and he relaxes for the first time since he left work. If Alex is feeling playful, and Isobel is amused, then whatever they’re arguing about can’t be serious.

“Hey, perfect timing!” Alex says as Michael slides in beside him. “Tell Isobel that dipping your fries in your milkshake is a game changer and she’s missing out.”

“It’s disgusting, Alex, and I can’t believe you still do it,” Isobel retorts.

“Wait, hold on,” Michael interjects. “This is what you were fighting about?”

“We weren’t fighting, Michael,” Isobel disagrees.

“Yeah, it was more of a debate,” Alex adds. “Isobel refuses to even try it, even though the saltiness of the fries actually enhances the sweetness of the milkshake. It’s food science, you explain it.”

Michael looks at Valenti, who’s just now coming out from hiding behind his phone. “A little help, bro?”

“Nope, I know better than to get between my girlfriend and my best friend,” Kyle says with a grin.

And that is really good advice. Michael’s pretty sure he’d be the biggest loser if he chose sides between Alex and Iz.

“Hey, you like what you like,” he equivocates, eating a few fries off Isobel’s plate and washing them down with a swig of Alex’s milkshake.

He doesn’t miss the triumphant smile his husband gives his sister, or her answering glare.

[dr-lizortecho]

come back and haunt me

(a -very crucial- missing 4x12 scene)

The sand gives way, swallowing them whole. It’s almost some metaphor for the desert itself, how the dry heat of it held so many secrets, ate away the meat off bones and saw more than its fair share of disappearances.

Then there was the irony of it.

Max and Isobel had come into this world holding hands walking through an unforgiving desert and now they left the same way.

There’s a burning sensation against his skin, seeming to seep through his thick jacket and scrape away at his very soul. Making Max’s whole body convulse with a sharp pain- not physical, more akin to a wrongness. His lungs burn, sweat starting to bead at his forehead.

Breathe. Isobel’s mind murmurs soft and sweet.

Max fights for it, grasping for oxygen as he pries his eyes open, only to be met with a dark cavern. It’s too close to their origins on Earth to settle easily in his mind.

“Max,” Isobel squeezes his hand. She’s worried, anxiety thick in the space between them, mixing all too readily with his own.

Max sucks in a sharp breath, the air burning his lungs and then soothing them. It’s strange. Makes him feel fuzzy and his fingers tingle. Almost a mirror of the gas from a child’s dentist.

“Iz-“ Max chokes out, voice rough.

She squeezes his hand in turn, moving to stand up and take him with her. Another mirror.

He remembers all too vividly that night they’d come out of the pods. Not so much the days after. But he’d been cold, shivering as he’d laid out on the sand and rocks, clutching at his knees. Michael hadn’t moved far from his own pod. But Isobel, she’d gotten to her feet first and offered him her hand. Led them out of the caves and towards the distant lights.

“Let’s find Michael.” She says it resolutely. If it wasn’t for their bond Max might actually believe she was unaffected by the strange place around them. Seemingly alien, seemingly malevolent. At least Max felt an unsettling feeling in his bones, as if the atmosphere was trying to consume him whole.

“All of us,” Max says simply, squeezing her hand gently before letting go. “We just got to figure out which direction he went.”

Isobel snorts, “shouldn’t be difficult- just follow the existential cowboy angst.”

Max laughs, knowing she would say even worse if it was him lost inside some hidden layer of reality that wanted to eat them alive.

The cavern is dim, but as Isobel takes a step towards the passageway lights seem to flicker- until a hazy blue toned image of her mother stands in her way. Adrenaline strikes through Max, something like pain and relief crashing through the bond from Isobel’s end.

“Mom,” she manages, voice thick.

“My little star,” Louise smiles wistfully. Something sad in her eyes.

Max glances away, feeling something hollow in his stomach as he steps alongside Isobel- supportive.

Louise starts to say something but it’s drowned out by the crash of emotions that goes through Max as Nora’s visage flickers to life in front of him. She’s looking at him with pain and regret, tears pooling in her eyes.

She bites at her lip, something soft and broken expanding out from her. Max recognizes it as their native language, emotion and feeling and pure thought coalescing around him. It’s tortured and longing.

Not perfect. Not whole. But not hollow or nonexistent either.

Max gulps, throat thick, tears threatening to fall down his face as something tightens in his chest. Pain and relief seemed to take over his whole body. An understanding passes through their bond, of Max’s hesitancy, of his acknowledgment of her pain. Of her regret, from days old to the fact she never had the chance to lift him up and give it herself.

Nora lifts her hand, and Max lifts his to greet it. Their fingers brush, cold electricity seeming to dance across his palms as she smiles soft and sad.

Max smiles in return, before she vanishes, leaving him alone with his grief.

Ready? Isobel’s mind asks. Careful not to jar him with real words.

Max takes a steadying breath, the air a little less heavy even as it tries to slowly strangle him. He tries to ignore the tears pricking at his eyes as he nods. “Yeah. Let’s go get our idiot brother.”

Isobel smiles, “this way.” And Max follows her out into the blue light.

[riproswell]

Slice open your pumpkins, grab your candy and costumes, dust off your creepy décor... and polish up your most ghastly creations! We're down to one week till the 5th annual RIP Roswell! We'll be kicking our spooky shenanigans off next Friday. In case you forgot (or missed it), this years prompts are...

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[pleasantfanartist]

Inspired by this fic by @jesmme

[burntotears]

all alex & isobel scenes (1/?) | 202 ladies and gentlemen we are floating in space

And the specimen. Noah's in there? What's left of him.

[arielana]

Really, Michael?

A ficlet for Michael Guerin Week 2022, Day 1: “Is that how you wanted this to go?”

Very inspired by various “did you get probed”/“probe and tell” gifsets and the thought of Michael and Kyle as potential future brother-in-laws.

*

“Seriously Valenti, if I’d known the person you were making ’getting probed’ jokes about was my sister…” Michael takes a swig of his beer, very pleased with the scandalized tone he manages to pull off, and taking great joy in the way Kyle instantly turns beet red and starts to splutter, giving Michael a betrayed look. 

“What? That’s not what— I— I didn’t— You were the one who said—” His eyes flicker desperately between Michael and Isobel. “Is, I swear—”

It’s almost too easy. Valenti’s clearly let his guard down now that they’re practically brother-in-laws. This should teach him. Michael half turns towards the kitchen to hide a satisfied smirk as Kyle struggles to put a sentence together, but he’s of course immediately stopped in his tracks, deer in headlights-style, when he’s met by an unimpressed look from his husband, eyebrows arched, back from picking up the wine much quicker than Michael’s expected.

Damn.

Alex has certainly perfected his ’Really, Michael?’ expression, Michael notes, and he puts it to good use. If Michael thought he was well acquainted with the look before, it’s nothing compared to life as a married man. (Despite Michael generally being very well behaved, if he can say so himself.)

He tries to look innocent, shrugging lightly. What does Alex expect from him anyway?

He is being nice to Valenti. Like, whose idea was it to invite him and Isobel over tonight? It most definitely wasn’t Mr Alex ’Ugh, other people. Let’s just get takeout and watch a movie on our own’ Manes (Guerin he corrects himself, a pleased little shiver running through him. Each time.) 

Because really, Michael is making an effort—being a good brother, a good host—in fact, he’s making what he knows is one of Kyle’s favorite dishes tonight (and isn’t it crazy that he even knows that?) A little light teasing should definitely be allowed, just enough so that Kyle doesn’t get too comfortable. Michael’s had to listen to enough self-righteous lectures—ok, some pretty good advice as well, he has to admit—through the years. Michael should get to torment him just a little. It’s only fair.

Isobel huffs, and Michael turns back towards the living room.

“Oh sweetie,” she says airily, stroking Kyle’s arm, “don’t worry about him. You’re doing amazing.” She flicks her ponytail back, rolling her eyes. “He’s just sulking because he and Alex are a boring old married couple now. He wishes he could get a good probing.”

Michael hears Alex practically hiss behind him. 

Ignoring them, Isobel resolutely grabs Kyle's face with both hands and pulls him in for a kiss with way too much tongue for a dinner with family. Michael would never.

After a long minute, Isobel steps back with a pleased hum, lovingly patting Kyle on the cheek before releasing him. He takes a few wobbly steps backwards, clearing his throat and trying to regain his composure, while Isobel calmly smooths her hair back and checks her lipstick, after giving Michael a smug look.

Ok, well Michael should have seen that coming he guesses. Isobel refuses to be embarrassed by anything sex related. And he loves her for it.

“Is that how you wanted this to go?” Alex mutters grumpily as he comes to stand next to Michael. “We could have been cuddling on the sofa by now, instead we’re stuck watching your sister make out with Kyle, and being insulted in our own home. ’Boring’.” He spits out the word with as much disdain as possible. 

Michael just grins, not sorry in the slightest.  

First of all, he can’t think of anything better to do with the rest of his life than getting to be a boring old married couple with Alex. A dream come true, really.

And second, he knows exactly what happens when his husband’s competitive streak is activated, and there’s no way Alex will idly stand by and accept the implication that Kyle Valenti’s sex life is better than theirs.

Michael’s in for a wild night once the others have left, if he plays his cards right.

“It’s ok, honey.” He places a chaste kiss on Alex’s cheek, humming thoughtfully. “I guess it’s true what they say—the magic has to go eventually. Routine can be good too.”

The glint in Alex’s eyes tells him he knows exactly what Michael's up to, but also that it’s definitely working. Oh, it’s on.

[thesquidkid]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Roswell New Mexico (TV 2019) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Isabel Evans | Isobel Evans/Anatsa Mufaro Characters: Isabel Evans | Isobel Evans, Anatsa Mufaro Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Post-Canon, Paris (City), (with how much i talk about paris it deserves its own tag), Starting Over, Getting Back Together, Road Trips Series: Part 3 of shiny happy people holding hands, Part 6 of You are the Superwoman to my Lois Lane Summary:

Anatsa is in Paris for work. Isobel is in Paris on vacation. They haven't talked to each other in months, Isobel broke Anatsa's heart. They both flew five thousand miles to get away from New Mexico and memories of the other. And yet. They were never really that far away.

(Can be read independently in the Superwoman to my Lois Lane series)

[earnmysong]

relationships | isobel/kyle

rating | g

chapters | 1/1

word count | 702

features | coping mechanisms, festivity

for | @goddesspharo

[*]

Instead, she finds Kyle on her front porch, decked out in a standard henley with rolled sleeves situation, his slightly elevated selection marking the shift in season – the cranberry fabric sports Merry Christmas, you old Building & Loan! looped in colored lights – and cradling a truly massive wooden crate.

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[malex-crack]

Little short fic 💖

In my malex feels💖

"He's not going to come."

"Yes he will. Just give it time, Iz." Max said, watching the Crashdown doors.

Isobel scoffed, shaking her head, "It's almost 8 Max. We have a curfew. He was supposed to be here 4 hours ago. The Ortecho sisters are looking at us like we're crazy."

Max sighed ignoring his sister, keeping his eyes on the door. He knows he should probably give up but he just couldn't. He had a feeling Michael would come." He's coming, I'm sure of it."

It wasn't until 8:30 that Michael finally walked through the door. Max perked up, immediately waving him over, "Told ya so." He muttered to Isobel.

She rolled her eyes, plastering her signature smile on her face as she elbowed him hard.

Michael sighed, seeing them. It was obvious he was hoping it was too late. But he made his way over anyway. Before he could reach the booth he ran into Alex Manes making them both fall to the floor.

Max sat up more ready to get up and help. Michael cursed silently, immediately getting up and helping the other boy stand to his feet.

Max watched, his worry quickly switching over to curiosity.

Michael paused, catching Alex's eye, "Uh.. I'm sorry. I wasn't paying attention."

Alex smiled brightly, " It's okay. I wasn't either to be honest."

Michael bit his lip smiling, nodding. Max watched as a blush crept up on both boys' cheeks. Turning to Isobel, he could tell she noticed the same thing. When he looked back, they parted ways. Alex goes back to the counter to Liz, Rosa and Maria and Michael finally makes it to the booth.

Max watched the two for the rest of the night. Both catching each other's eyes, over and over again. Michaels smile made an appearance anytime Alex laughed across the diner.

He wasn't sure what to make of any of it but it felt like the beginning.

19 Years Later……

Max smiled watching his brother on the dance floor, holding Alex Guerin swaying gently. A thrill went up his spin at the thought of someone else, so close to his brother sharing his name. Someone he can start a family with, someone to call home.

Isobel joined him, leaning against the counter and stealing his drink. After taking a sip, she spoke fondly, " Did you ever think back then that one moment in the diner would lead to this?"

Max smiled, knowing exactly what she was talking about. He watched Michaels smile when Alex whispered something in his ear. "Maybe, somewhere deep down. I knew that it would lead to something."

Isobel smiled, softly leaning into his side before going to Kyle and pulling him onto the dance floor beside Michael and Alex. Liz walked to him with a smile, pulling him along to the dance floor. Max happily took her in his arms, casting one last look at Michael. Seeing him smile and laugh along with Alex. It made something ease in him. The protective brother from back then that only ever wanted to give him a home.

(💖💖💖💖)

[aydann-runs]

Even though event planning isn't her thing anymore, Isobel jumps at the chance to organize their fifteen year high school reunion. The alien drama has settled down, Max and Dallas are back from Oasis more often than not, and if she’s being honest with herself, she’s a little bored.

None of them had really had much fun at prom the first time around, and so Isobel decides that she’s going to throw the best damn prom Roswell has ever seen for their reunion. She wants to do it for her family, for herself.

So, she spends three months planning, locking in the DJ and catering, working out a deal with Maria to provide the booze and bartenders. Convincing her brothers that Yes, you do have to go and Yes, you do have to dress up and No, Michael, you can't wear jeans even if you did for your wedding.

This is probably the last event she'll plan, because Socialite Isobel isn't who she is anymore, and never really was, but it's all worth it to see Liz climbing out of the limo and taking Max’s arm. She’s wearing an emerald green dress this time around, and it suits her, bold and vibrant, just like Liz. When they pause under the arch wrapped with faerie lights for a photo, Max catches Isobel's eye and smiles.

It's all worth it to see Maria standing at one of the cocktail tables with Dallas, her eyes sparkling with laughter as they take a break from the dance floor to enjoy a moment of relative privacy. Their relationship is still new, but they seem to complement each other, and Isobel's happy to see them happy.

It's all worth it when she looks across the room in time to see Alex standing next to where Michael's seated, hands extended in invitation. Michael ducks his head, and Isobel is sure if she were closer, she'd see the smile he's hiding. She watches as Michael takes Alex's hands and lets himself be pulled to his feet and out to the dance floor. Alex gathers Michael close as they sway to the music, Michael following his husband's lead. Isobel loves her brother, and he has many talents. Dancing isn't one of them, but Alex takes good care of him, and they move together smoothly, like they were always meant to.

And it's definitely all worth it when Kyle slides his arm around her waist and pulls her close. They stand in comfortable silence for a few minutes, watching their friends and family, until Kyle squeezes her hip and says, “Thanks for another chance at this. Everyone looks happy.”

“They are,” Isobel agrees, and she doesn't even need her empath abilities to know it's true. They're all happy these days. Happy, settled, content, and whole.

And then Kyle pulls her out of her thoughts and onto the dance floor. Maria and Dallas join them first, but Max and Liz aren't far behind, and they all crowd Michael and Alex. It's a tangled, joyful mess, and Isobel couldn't be happier.

[dayscrazed]

Chapter 3 of my Malex Oklahoma AU!

Chapter based off of the song, "I Can't Say No" Michael and Isobel have a much-needed chat during Max's recovery. Michael finally confides in her about a lot of his feelings about Alex.

Fun chapter to write!!!! Particularly inspired by: "I've never been able to say no to you." ~ Michael Guerin to Alex Manes 2x01

[dr-lizortecho]

Her heart beats in her ears as she peers around the corner, chest tight as she breathes shallowly. Fear and anxiety crashing over each other in her chest, cold and cruel as it grips tight at her heart, making breathing all the more difficult.

But Isobel only balls her fists to keep her hands from shaking, nails biting into her palms and the smooth glass of her sword pinching at her skin. If she lets the emotions get too big they’ll fracture out from her, sending a signal to everyone within the temple. And then her mother will know she’s not where she’s supposed to be. The exact opposite actually.

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[riproswell]

The 4th Annual RIP Roswell is preparing for another three nights of ghoulish Halloween delight!

Saturday, October 29th - Classic Creatures prompts & themes: witches, vampires, werewolves, ghosts, zombies & other classic creatures

Sunday, October 30th - Aliens & Other Unknowns prompts & themes: aliens, alternate dimensions, time-travel, cryptids & other other-worldly unknowns

Monday, October 31st - Halloween Hoedown prompts & themes: corn mazes, apply bobbing, costumes & other Halloween festivities 

All are welcome to participate in whatever fashion you can imagine. Use as many or as few prompts and themes as you want. Mix and match, get creative! Just remember to use the tag riproswell on your post so we can see and share. See you at the end of October!

[michaels-blackhat]

Summary:

Rosa hefted the bag over her shoulder and started to walk, her headphones already blasting music from around her neck. She’d fix her speakers one day. For now, her headphones blasting from around her neck would have to do. She adjusted the volume as she pulled the headphones up over her ears. There was no one around to complain about the noise, but she liked it better, the feeling of being surrounded by music and lost to everything else. The desert and the canal running through it helped, it stretched on before her. It seemed never ending. It seemed vast and unknowing, like the blank emptiness of space.

She always felt an affinity for the alien.

  or, Rosa searches for connections and finds herself along the way.

She’s finished. My Rosa/Rosabel fic that I have been working on for roughly forever (a year) is finally up. I hope whoever reads it enjoys it, because it was genuinely a labor of love. It was the thing that ate up all my focus so I could barely work on anything else. I have nothing else to say really. Enjoy.

[burntotears]

Title: Just for the Thought of You Tags: The Holiday AU, Inspired by The Holiday (2006), AU - Human, Texting, Phone Calls & Telephones, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Angst, Slow Burn, Inconsistent Burn From A Faulty Oven, Single Parents, Family Dynamics, Family Drama, Singing, First Kiss, First Time, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Implied/Referenced Abortion, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Good Brother Gregory Manes W/C: 35,242 Summary: When Isobel Evans decided to look into her birth parents, she met Alex Manes and they easily became best friends despite the physical distance. Now they just want to spend a little time away from their normal lives, so they decide to swap houses for two weeks during the holiday season. But unforeseen complications make it far from the secluded getaways that they had in mind. Playlist: Listen Here

@rnmnewyear2023 Day 3, 4, & 5: Movie Adaptation, Vacation Getaway, & AU (w/side rare-pair)

Thank you so much to my betas @im-the-punk-who & @bloggingbisexually for your invaluable help taming this wild beast. 🧡

“Are you sure that we can trust this woman with our place?” Greg asked for what was probably the hundredth time as they loaded Alex’s bags into the back of the Explorer. Alex loved his brother, really he did, but he was kind of looking forward to the two weeks away from him. They’d grown close in the years since he’d moved back to Roswell, but becoming roommates last year had reminded Alex of how much he liked having his own damn space.

“The woman’s name is Isobel, and yes, everything will be fine. Stop worrying and go have fun on your cruise with Zoe already. You’re annoying the shit out of me.” He shoved at Greg’s shoulder when he gave him an unimpressed look, but Alex could tell he was excited about the trip too.

“Yeah, whatever. It’ll be nice to be out of Roswell for the holidays for once. Just seems kinda weird that you wanna go out there by yourself.” Greg pulled Alex into a hug when they rounded the vehicle to the driver’s side.

“It’s gonna be fun! Iz has a ridiculously big house and there’s way more to do in the Dallas–Fort Worth area than there is around here.” He smiled when they pulled back from one another. “I’ll be fine, Greg, seriously. Now fuck off to your boat and try not to sink. Love you.”

“Love you too, asshole.” He waved Alex away and went back into the house as Alex headed to the airport.

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[nellie-elizabeth]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Roswell New Mexico (TV 2019) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Michael Guerin/Alex Manes, Isabel Evans | Isobel Evans & Alex Manes, Isabel Evans | Isobel Evans & Michael Guerin Additional Tags: Season 4 Episode 12 Series: Part 51 of a closer look Summary:

She and Alex hadn’t clicked right away. Her own fault, of course, and nothing so dramatic as actual dislike, it was just… she wasn’t sure how to speak to him. This guy who had this whole hidden history with Michael, the man who had been responsible for a fair percentage of Michael’s anguish over years of separation, without anyone ever knowing the truth of their story. The man whose father wanted to hurt aliens, whose ancestor had saved Isobel’s mother’s life. It was odd to think Alex Manes and have a whole spiral of associations come to mind, a tangled connection between their families that stretched back decades, a love affair to rival any of the greatest stories ever told with her fucked up little brother, of all people. He’d always just been that one gay kid who went to her high school.