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dr-lizortecho · 2 years

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thanks to @rnmbingo for throwing together such a fun event every year <3 I had wanted to fill out the entire board but alas life happens, but I did however find a lot of wonderful fic to enjoy for the last month

F/F ship: Rivalry Series by @haloud (General Audiences, 1.6k, Isobel Evans/Anatsa Mufaro)

A Hockey AU, where Isobel and Anatsa are on rival teams. It captures the characters competitive nature’s perfectly while showing Isobel’s more awkward side.

Include a gif/image/emoji: in a little while by @jule1122 (Teen, 1.2k, Michael Guerin/Alex Manes)

An AU in which Michael and Alex are happily together, and Michael gets to reflect on what their relationship means to him (there’s a bit of angst but also a dog!!!)

A work you’ve commented on before: With These Hands by @impalachick (Explicit, 1.6k, Max Evans/Liz Ortecho/Kyle Valenti)

Au, post 3x05, what’s more to say then the three way handprint connection is still intact and Max starts a train of orgasms??? It’s a really amazing concept that’s executed perfectly, all three characters allowing themselves to indulge in fantasies of each other

PODFIC: [podfic] Stay With Me by shmaylor (Teen, 0-10 minutes, Maria DeLuca/Liz Ortecho)

an AU where Maria chases after Liz when she leaves for her road trip post graduation (post Rosa), and she asks her not to leave (warnings: slight Max slander but like- *whispers* he deserves it)

Mature or Explicit work: a gentleman’s guide to getting pegged by your girl by georgiehensley (Explicit, 1.1k, Max Evans/Liz Ortecho)

really well structured smut, where Max agrees to try pegging (WARNING: a real trigger this time, so there’s a line in here that assumes a point of view on the act of pegging that’s derogatory towards the concept of penetration, and has undercurrents of misandry)

A WIP: Surreal Estate by @beautifulcheat (Teen, 13.3k, Rosa Ortecho/Isobel Evans/Anatsa Mufaro)

AU, haunted houses (sorry stigmatized properties)! The vibes are spectacular, and the characters are beautifully conveyed in this setting. Not to mention there’s mystery and intrigue.

AU (Alternate Universe) Work: Love The Very Blood of You by soldierwitch (Teen, 13.3k, Max Evans/Liz Ortecho)

an AU where Max was adopted separate of his siblings, and instead of becoming a Deputy to help him sleep at night he becomes a priest, in walks Liz Ortecho an agnostic scientist who changes his world (warning: it’s a wee bit blasphemous, but as a person who subscribes to the religion in discussion it’s not actually upsetting, like I’m very personally picky about religious themes, idk if that makes sense)

“This Work Made Me___”: Charity Case With Benefits by @maeglinthebold (Mature, 1.5k, Maria DeLuca/Michael Guerin/Alex Manes)

delightfully fun, there’s only one bed and they’re all just so perfect, every single beat is timed to perfection creating a fun and heart warming scene

Author’s First RNM Work: The Powers of Flowers by incandescentchampagneproblems (Teen, 2.3k, Max Evans/Liz Ortecho)

a cute little au with a flower shop, and Liz being dead certain the last thing she’ll be doing is getting caught in a rom com (but the jokes on her cause she’s in a rom com)

A Poly Work (3+ People): The Consequences of Being a Tease by tv_obsessions (Explicit, 1.7k, Maria DeLuca/Max Evans/Liz Ortecho)

pure smut, in which Max and Maria enter a friendly competition to see who can make their girl feel good (in other words Liz Ortecho deserves all the orgasms) and like Max calls Maria ma’am

“I Loved ‘Quote from Work’”: I Z Z Y by @ajna-eye-cogitations (General Audiences, 0.3k, no pairings)

this fic was amazing as always (this is an author rec too guys <3) literally every single word was beautifully constructed, and like the fire and snake symbolism, truly captured Iz’s spirit in this fic

Free Space (Any Time of Comment): [fanvid] The Way - Max/Liz by @impalachick (roughly a minute each, Max Evans/Liz Ortecho)

Beautiful! Their 3x09 road trip to the music Max canonically selected for their highschool trip

Rare Pair of New To You Ship: I like my girls just like I like my honey by milzilla (Teen, 1k, Jenna Cameron/Maria DeLuca)

Fake dating! One bed! Must I go on? They’re also going to a fancy event, and the emotions are captured so wonderfully

Fanart: Every Night I Save You by @viaomens (Max Evans/Liz Ortecho)

A stunning Echo edit, that makes me wanna cry, it’s beautiful in the way visuals are but also conceptually and emotionally

“I Loved the Scene Where__”: Vision of Love by anonymous (General Audiences, 2.8k, Maria DeLuca/Liz Ortecho)

AU, Maria and Liz have a chance meeting after Liz gets an amazing job offer, their connection is flawless and the imagery is gorgeous

>50K FIC: The Truth is Right Here by @ladynox @beautifulcheat (Mature, 377.8k, Maria DeLuca/Michael Guerin/Alex Manes)

flawless, perfection, the reason I ship malexa, the world is so great, the characters so well translated (and fleshed out in beautiful ways canon could only have dreamed of). A must read IMO, joining a short list of fic I’d rec to someone unaware of the source material

Be The First to Comment on a Work: This Smile is a Loaded Gun by Limestone_and_Hemlock (Teen, 0.6k, Liz Ortecho/Isobel Evans)

AU, they’re assassins in a Charlie’s Angels esque scenario, and the tension is gorgeous (there’s also an edit)

Gen or Teen Work: what an imbecile! what an ultramoron! by @maeglinthebold (Teen, 0.3k, Max Evans/Liz Ortecho/Kyle Valenti)

hilarious! Also, just so many good little pieces of who the three of them are and how they naturally come together

Comment on a Work with <10 kudos: it’s the best thing that I’ll ever do by @thesquidkid (General Audiences, 1.1k, Isobel Evans/Anatsa Mufaro)

the seamlessness of it! It’s an anatsobel wedding full of so many feelings and history, completely incapsulating why I adore them as a ship

<1000 Word FIC: Kiss of Hope by creatureofhobbit (General Audiences, 0.4K, no pairings)

a simultaneously heartbreaking as heartwarming look at Max and Bonnie’s views of their abilities

A Comment That is 1000+ Characters: State of Love and Trust by @wunderlass (Mature, 18.1k, Max Evans/Liz Ortecho)

Canon Divergent 2x05, in which Max’s Darkness is a little more difficult to shake, it’s sexy and heartbreaking, and there’s Jones parallels galore

3+ Chapters of a Multichapter Work: Heart of Lightning: A Roswellian Tale by @suzteel (Teen, 20k, Max Evans/Liz Ortecho)

Knight Liz! King Max! Sorcerers and Seers, it’s all perfection, and the way it weaves canon flawlessly into the setting is stunning

#roswell new mexico #rnm #rnm fic #rnmbingo #fic rec #rnm echo #malex #kaliz #anatsobel #and more <3

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ladynox · 2 years

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Tagged by @suzteel, @ajna-eye-cogitations @infp-obsessing-over-everything

rules: in a new post, show the last line you wrote and tag as many people as there are words

so this is from dealing with knights. the sequel to dealing with dragons that @beautifulcheat and I are working on. And I just... I couldn't have planned for this if I tried 😂😂😂😂

tagging @jule1122 @tasyfa @jocarthage, @haloud @myrmidryad @maeglinthebold , @thesquidkid, @cryoverkiltmilk and whoever else hasn't been tagged by now that wants to do it.

#man i needed that laugh #and no i don't think i will be providing any extra context

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pleasantfanartist · 1 year

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I was tagged by @tudorgirl💖

put your faves

movie • hobby • animal

character • color • place

season • song/album • food

No pressure tags for some people I've seen in my notifications recently @tasyfa @13shadesofanni @turquoiseorchid @firethenightsky @elegantelf @jule1122 @spcecowboyyy @cocktail-party-in-an-abattoir

#tag games #ask games

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xie-xie-xie · 1 year

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Tagged by @lollygirlpops

Currently reading: Red, White, and Royal Blue again before the movie comes out.

Favorite color: Purple

Last Song: Irish Eyes by Malinda https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZT8Je9pf1/

Last movie: Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers

Sweet/spicy/savory: Savory

Currently working on: One original YA fantasy; one Young Royals fic where Felice studies criminology and opens a detective agency; and a Young Royals porn with feelings, but so far no plot, that erupted in my brain one day.

Tagging in @jule1122

#young royals #young royals fanfic #wilmon #LOTR #RWRB

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lambourngb · 4 years

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For the first line meme: It's later than he thought when the knock on the door interrupts another night of staring at the computer screen.

the heart is a muscle - post season 2, mentions of forlex , getting back together malex fic for you dear @jule1122, and @haloud, and @christchex.

It's later than he thought when the knock on the door interrupted another night of staring at the computer screen.

Mr. Jones and his last words to Michael, before he was forced back into stasis, still haunted him. “You really think there was just one ship? We were in formation, kid. What you should ask yourself is, where did everyone else go? Did they just keep zippin’ on their way to the colony? Or did they stop and take a gander at this planet and what they did to the survivors?”

The tiny bit of hope that this Max-lookalike psychopath didn’t represent the last of his species, had Michael diving back into his research behind the crash of 1947. The online conversations about Roswell had moved on to other topics since Michael had abandoned the message boards in the wake of Caulfield, but with some effort, he had found new threads detailing neighborhood folklore regarding newcomers with eerie talents, like the ability to grow food in droughts. Stories that peppered all over the world. Stories that might mean an alien colonist on Earth.

The thirst for knowledge about his planet and his people would never leave him, even if the actual urge to go had quieted down into just a soft whisper. Life was finally good in Roswell. After the mind games of Mr. Jones, Michael could admit now that he did have a family here, even if they weren’t related by blood. Sanders, Arturo, Mimi, Michelle Valenti had all stepped in at various times to offer a guiding hand to him, or just a quiet nod of reassurance that he was valued. Max and Isobel would always be his siblings, but now he could count Liz, Rosa, Kyle, and even awkwardly in their new friendship, Maria, as extended his family now.

It didn’t escape Michael that not even in his thoughts could he attribute his feelings for Alex as brotherly. There was still a vacant place at the head of Michael’s overflowing table of family for a partner, a spouse. That somehow, the seat even as other people came and went, only seemed to fit Alex.

Except they were still just friends.

Another knock, more impatient this time, rattled the Airstream’s door. Michael sat up, placing his ancient laptop on the counter and rolled off his bed to get to his feet. His life was had changed so much in the last couple of years that he had enough people in it, friends, who dropped by his trailer at all hours of the day, not just Isobel, that he couldn’t even guess the identity of the visitor.

Backlit from the auto yard’s security lights, stood Alex Manes holding a cardboard drink holder from ‘Bean Me Up’.

“Alex,” Michael greeted, a smile already at his lips. He glanced at the coffee and back to Alex, “Couldn’t wait until tomorrow I take it?” This was part of the new normal for Michael, meeting Alex for coffee, three or four mornings a week. It was something that had grown out of a happy coincidence, Alex’s gym was near the Boys and Girls Club that Michael volunteered at, serving breakfast in the mornings and tutoring kids in math in the afternoon.

Same place at the same time, once, then twice, became a standard thing. Not a date. Just, taking advantage of the mutual collision to talk. And at first, it was awkward to share news with each other, like Alex’s dating experiences with Forrest or Michael’s attempts to recover his memories of his planet, but later things had softened into a routine. Order coffee, find a small table, and then spend the next hour playfully fending off Alex’s attempts to foist food on Michael’s side of the table while also stealing sips of his caramel lattes.

Perhaps one day Alex would realize that Michael had only ordered the ridiculously sweet coffee drinks because he knew that was what Alex preferred to drink. It was still a damn toxic hold over from Jesse Manes that Alex still persisted in ordering black coffee with no sugar. Dating Forrest might have helped Alex be open with his sexuality, there were still lessons for Alex to learn in being gentle with himself, Michael observed. The act of indulging in pleasures, instead of engaging in deprivation, it was something he struggled with as well.

In the meantime, Michael could at least help Alex in this small way, letting him ‘steal’ his lattes.

“Alex?” Something about Michael had robbed Alex of all speech as he just stared up at Michael in response, still holding the drinks dumbly in his hands. “Are you okay? What’s wrong-”

The switch from teasing to urgent concern finally snapped Alex out of his apparent stupor. “Right, nothing, um, just- since when do you wear glasses?”

Michael’s hand went to his face automatically, realizing belatedly that he was still wearing his reading glasses. He started to pull them off, blushing in embarrassment, when Alex blurted out, “They look good! On you. The glasses. Um great even.”

“Oh.” Now that. Michael did not know what to do with that.

In the yellow-wash of light, Alex was clearly the same man from yesterday’s coffee visit physically. His soft mouth was there, but it came with his standard closed expression that he must have picked up abroad, wearing it now as Michael’s least favorite souvenir. His posture was the same too, forever changed from losing his leg, straight-backed and rigid but just then, he was someone Michael hadn’t seen in a long time. That awkward stuttering response was Alex Manes, the seventeen-year-old boy who had whipped off his visor nervously in the museum, the same boy who touched with soft gliding palms newly revealed skin before snatching his hands away at the first sign that it was unwelcome.

Aware that it was his turn to stare at Alex, Michael forced himself to smile naturally, “I guess not even my alien physiology can beat back the glare of a computer screen. I forgot I had them on.”

“Did I interrupt something? I can go if you want,” Alex stopped, probably hearing the past echo between them but not in the benign way of before. “Or I can stay and help, even if it’s with surprise coffee?” This time he lifted the tray up between them, an offer or a barricade of politeness, Michael wasn’t sure.

“I’m looking for other survivors,” Michael admitted, before looking down to avoid Alex’s sharpened gaze of interest. “On the internet, obviously, since I don’t think I can trust that I could sense them with my mind.”

It was clear that Alex hadn’t forgotten any of the various tactics Jones had employed against them, but Michael in particular. A frequent repeated taunt was about how damaged their psychic abilities were for adults, to the point no one had sensed Caulfield, but that from his pod prison Jones could hear Nora calling for help nightly right until the end. The twisted knife of how Michael had grown up waiting for someone to save him. Alex pursed his lips to object, “Michael-”

“Jones was full of shit about a lot,” Michael assured him quickly, “but I think he was right about the ships, that it wasn’t just one that crashed. I’m just combing through stories, basically internet mythology, looking for clues about strangers who might have some sort of power. It’s a lot of ‘world’s biggest cucumber’ stories right now, but hey, come in, you’re the computer genius and I could use your help and your coffee.” He placed his hands on the coffee holder, carrying it for Alex and backed away from the steps to let Alex have as much room as possible to navigate the cumbersome metal steps into the Airstream.

The seating area of the Airstream had been folded away and stored in order to make room for the drying rack of his clothes from laundry day, leaving only his narrow bed for seating. Michael had half-a-minute’s pause in reconsideration. They could relocate outside to his fire pit with the cheap camp chairs, and sit pressed together elbow-to-elbow around the dim screen of the laptop between them. Or. Or they could squeeze together on his bed, a place where that sort of contact between them had always led to sex. What was the safer option for their friendship?

His heart always strayed too far from the safety of his bones when it came to Alex.

Ignoring his pounding pulse, he grabbed the coffee cup marked “Alex” and pulled it to his lips to drink and made a gesture to the bed. At least he had made the bed up earlier with clean linens, the spread was neatly tucked into the corners, almost military sharp. That made it feel slightly less risqué to him than inviting Alex into warm mussed sheets that reeked of Michael’s skin. That rain and bourbon scent that Alex had pointed out.

“Um, your coffee was the other one.” Alex picked up the abandoned cup marked with a ‘M’ and followed him over to the bed.

“No, I’m drinking the coffee I always end up with. Your black tar juice.”

Alex smiled slightly, caught out by the observation before gingerly sitting next to Michael as Michael scooted over toward the wall of the Airstream. “Yeah, I guess I do end up stealing yours.” He brought his left leg up easily on the mattress and then passed his coffee cup over to Michael’s waiting hands as he brought his prosthetic up with both hands for balance. The smile faded, as Alex reclaimed the ‘M’ cup to sip from deep in thought as he seemed to review the history of their morning encounters. “I’m sorry-”

“Alex, come on,” he teased leaning his shoulder against Alex’s. “You haven’t caught on by now? I only order that sugar monstrosity because I know you won’t let yourself do it. I don’t even like caramel that much.”

“What? Come on, that’s what you ordered that first time-”

“I ordered that for the director at the community center.” Michael placed his coffee on the window of the Airstream and concentrated on bringing the laptop back up to rest on his knees between them not daring to look at Alex. He would never be able to confess the next bit and see Alex’s too-expressive gaze at the same time. But. As he had reminded himself earlier, he needed to work on indulging in pleasures as well, not just holding on to the pylon weight of depriving himself, of never believing he was worthy of good things. And being Alex’s friend was that. A pleasure. A good thing. The best thing.

“Once I saw you though, I kinda forgot the errand I was on in the first place. Then, I might have gone back at the same time the next day. And the day after that. For reasons.” He glanced to the side, meeting Alex’s wide eyes briefly before turning back to the laptop. “So I guess it's my turn to apologize? I might have had an agenda.”

It was quiet between them, as Michael clicked through a few different forums. He wasn’t paying any attention to where his cursor landed, he just kept scrolling through window after window as a distraction because the urge to pull back, to crack a joke, to do anything but let Alex process in silence was hard to suppress but needed. That was a part of becoming friends, learning that Alex needed extra time to formulate a response, something that came from needing to shut all emotional responses off during a drone operation at work.

“Me too,” Alex replied softly. “About the agenda. I mean, I don’t even have a membership at that gym.”

Michael frowned, the words not making any sense to him.

“That first time was dumb luck, I mean, I stopped in that morning because I had stayed the night at Forrest’s for the first time and I found out he doesn’t drink coffee. Doesn’t even own a coffee maker.” Alex scoffed quietly, before leaning against Michael affectionately, “I should have known that it was doomed from the start, just on coffee alone but what really put the nail in the coffin was the fact I pretended to go to that gym for two months because I had a bag of clothes with me when you saw me.”

“That was your clothes from staying over with him,” Michael said slowly, almost to himself, before he frowned even deeper as the connections fell into place. He didn’t know whether he wanted to laugh or not, but this was a new level of avoidance of an awkward subject for Alex. It did make sense considering the timing, and maybe that was why he was confessing now to Michael because not that Michael allowed himself to show it, the early days of Alex’s relationship with the historian were difficult for him. He didn’t begrudge Alex being happy or being with someone else, but there was still an old, gnarled bit of Michael’s heart that pinched painfully at seeing the romance play out for everyone in Roswell to see. “Alex, I know you guys are dating, you didn’t have to lie about that and pretend you had gone to that gym.”

“Were dating,” Alex patiently corrected. “Pay attention, Michael. I just said it was doomed from the start.”

“Because he didn’t drink coffee?”

“Because I was engaging in a deep cover operation that involved a fake gym membership, rescheduling my appointments to the afternoon and blocking out time in my mornings all, so I could see you.” The gears were still turning too slowly for Alex’s liking as he rolled his eyes at Michael and continued, “I ended it with Forrest about a month ago. Or well, he ended it with me because I was always too busy in the morning for breakfast and I never wanted to stay over at his.”

Michael blinked, then looked down at his laptop. The ancient fan and processor were making a soft whine of effort, much like his own brain at the moment. Alex was single. Alex has been single for over a month. A month where he didn’t mention it once during their get-togethers.

Alex exhaled slowly, draining the latte before placing the cup out of range. “I’m really trying to use my words here, but you have exactly one minute to understand what I’m saying before I have to get creative-”

“Are you saying that you-”

“Yes-”

“Still want me?”

“I never stopped,” Alex reached for Michael’s hand, stilling the rapid clicking. “I came here because I wanted to be honest with you. It occurred to me that somewhere along the line, those meetups for coffee had basically become the most important part of my day. I … I was turning them into dates in my head. With you.” He licked his lips, his eyes drifting down to Michael’s mouth, causing Michael to bite his own lip in response. The anticipation between them thickened, until Alex groaned softly, his head briefly ducking toward Michael’s. “In the past, I’ve been guilty of thinking we were on the same page, and we weren’t, so I’m- Michael, I will still be your friend no matter what, but I want-”

This time, Michael didn’t let him finish and closed the scant distance between them on the bed to kiss Alex. The laptop fell to the side of their legs as Alex surged into it, pushing Michael down flat on the mattress in his eagerness. Michael opened for Alex, letting him have whatever he wanted and buried his fingers in the soft, black hair as they traded kisses.

Suddenly, a bubble of laughter burst from Michael’s chest, the lightness of the situation that felt almost too good to be real spread through his veins. “Oh my god, you brought me coffee to tell me that getting coffee together wasn’t just getting coffee for you, Alex-”

“Shut up!”

“You need a new job, nothing in intel, sweetheart-”

“I am, I did, that is.” Alex lifted his eyebrow at Michael’s too-still pause before he sweetly brushed the long stubborn curl out of Michael’s face, “Done with the Air Force as of next month.”

“Fuck me.”

“I can do that too.”

#malex fic #getting back together #this was supposed to be 5 sentences #malex #roswell new mexico #mention of forlex #malex is endgame #jule1122

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burntotears · 2 years

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Fanfic Origin Story

Tagged by @bekkachaos 💕

What was your first fandom (reading and/or writing)?

Popslash RPF - NSYNC

What was first story you ever wrote.

My main ship was Lance/Chris (Trickyfish), so it was most likely one for them. I wrote some Justin/Chris (Timbertrick) and Justin/Lance (Lamblove) too. I was 12 and everything I wrote was basically crack-fic or dark-fic where people were dying and shit. It was awful.

What's a piece of advice you would give your younger fic writing self?

Everything doesn't have to be devastating to be interesting. You can write something with a happy ending and it can still be interesting. But also, keep writing, because you'll get better.

What’s an early fandom interaction that stuck with you (be it a nice comment, a friend you made, a fic that got a lot of feedback)

Back in the Merlin, Legend of the Seeker, Lord of the Rings days I met this one Australian graphic artist who was super sweet and made a TON of stuff for me. She did all the banner work for us in the Merlin Slash Awards (which I ran), made us little banners when we participated in the fun little team contests for Disney, LotS, and LotR AND made me banners for my LiveJournal accounts. Just unbelievably kind and I am so sad that we fell out of touch.

The one amazing thing that really blew me away was the cover art she made me for my first multi-chapter long fic, Unsuitable, for the Merlin fandom. She's soooo talented and I still think about her.

Post a sentence or two from an older fic and a sentence or two from a newer one (if you want).

My first Sterek (and TW) fic, Be the Overflow

“A guy like you? That’s a load of bullshit and you know it. Erica said she had a crush on you for quite a while and you never even noticed her until she turned. For someone who knows what it feels like, Stiles, you sure are a huge fucking hypocrite. There are plenty of people who--” but Derek didn’t finish that sentence. Whatever it was he was about to say, he no longer wanted to say it.

“People who what? Who want to be my friend? Who want to laugh at my jokes but make out with the guy who’s hotter and a lot more mysterious? Someone more like Scott? Yeah, I know all about that, Derek, and I’d rather you didn’t call me a hypocrite before having all the facts, alright? How’s about we all just shut the hell up and stop talking about my non-existent love life because that would be really fucking swell right about now,” Stiles spat with a bit more venom than even he knew he possessed. He looked back down at the pipe and the rope and decided the task definitely needed his undivided attention now.

“You are completely full of it. You’re going to keep blaming other people for the fact that you can’t see the things that are right in front of your own goddamn face, so you know what? You deserve what you get, Stiles.” There was a hardness in Derek’s voice that Stiles couldn’t really place.

The Teen Malex AU, The Answer is Always "Okay."

Michael seemed better when Alex glanced up again. “Guerin… you wanna tell me what the fuck just happened?” Alex held up his wrist to indicate.

“I don’t - I don’t even know how to do that,” Michael said. He was afraid. Terrified, even. Alex couldn’t just see it on his face, though—it was something viscous seeping into his veins from inside Michael. He could feel it.

Alex stood up, moving the short distance across the shed. “Oh-okay, Guerin, you need to start talking. I know you’re freaked out or whatever, but so am I.”

Michael blinked and looked up at Alex as though he just realized he was there. “Oh shit.”

“Yeah, oh shit.” Alex rolled his eyes. “Rationally, I understand that my wrist is fixed. I get that you did something. So what I’m sorta gonna need you to fill me in on is how the fuck that is.”

Tagging these lovely folks if they would like 💕

@portraitofemmy @haloud @jule1122 @im-the-punk-who @angrycowboy @beautifulcheat @thesquidkid @bydayornight

#fandom #writing #fanfic #nostalgia #merlin #nsync #teen wolf #roswell new mexico #sterek #malex #meme #and our nsync ship names were fucking glorious #trickyfish will go down in infamy #this was fun!

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xfirepilot · 2 years

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If you receive this you make someone happy. Go send this to ten people who make you happy or someone you think need cheering up. If you get some back, even better! and have a lovely day :) 💕💜💕💜💕💜💕

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adiwriting · 4 years

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If you are still taking prompts, this song was playing when I read your post: "Can I call you tonight?"

“Can I call you tonight?” Alex asks him, his voice small and unsure.

Michael looks at him in shock, surprised at the request and even more surprised at how tentative he sounds about it.

“Yeah,” he says, his voice cracking a bit and he has to duck his head to hide his embarrassment over how easily he turns into a teenager around Alex still. “Yeah,” he repeats himself, this time his voice steady, unwavering. “Anytime.”

Alex nods and gives him one last lingering look before he walks away without another word. Michael turns to look at Maria who just holds her hands up, silently letting him know that she doesn’t have any idea either.

“Are you sure you’re good?” Kyle asks, coming up to pat him on the back, looking him up and down as if he’s going to see some injury that he hadn’t noticed when he’d first checked him out over an hour ago.

“I’m fine,” he says. “A few bumps and bruises. Nothing that won’t heal.”

“Bruises?” Max says, walking over from where he’d been talking to Liz near the kitchen. “You didn’t mention anything. I can heal you.”

“I’m fine,” he holds up his hands and backs away from Kyle and Max, just wanting some space. “I’m just tired. I’m gonna head home and get some sleep.”

“I’ll go with you,” Max says.

“You’re gonna sleep in the airstream?” he asks, amused.

“You shouldn’t be alone tonight, Michael,” Isobel says. “What if he comes back?”

“He already got what he wanted out of me or he wouldn’t have let me go,” he explains, trying not to let his mind linger too long on Mr. Jones and what had happened tonight.

“I would feel better if you weren’t alone,” Isobel says, giving him a pointed look.

“And I would feel better in my own bed,” he says. He just wants to forget this night ever happened and he can’t very well do that if he’s being babysat.

“I can drive you home,” Maria says, sensing his need, thankfully. He takes her up on her offer despite his siblings' protests.

They are silent on the drive to his place and when they arrive at the junkyard, the most she says is goodbye. It’s not awkward though, not like it should be with an ex. Maria isn’t silent because she’s annoyed at his presence. She just knows him well enough to know that he’s not up to talking. He watches as she drives off before stepping into the airstream. The moment the door is closed behind him and he’s truly alone, his entire body deflates as the events of the day catch up with him. He practically falls into bed, not even bothering to take his shoes off.

He just wants to sleep for the next 17 days.

His phone rings and he’s about to tell whoever it is to fuck off when he sees that it’s Alex and he can’t help but smile before answering.

“Hey.”

“Hey,” Alex says in a way that lets Michael know he’s surprised that Michael picked up even though he told him he would.

“What’s up?” he asks, laying back on the bed and toeing off his shoes as he attempts to get comfortable.

“I didn’t want to talk with everyone watching us,” he admits. “Are you doing okay?”

The question, when asked earlier by his siblings, had annoyed him. Here, it fills him with warmth.

“Yeah. I’m feeling okay.”

“I was worried about you,” Alex admits, his voice shaking a bit and it’s the second time today that Alex hasn’t sounded like his usual calm, cool, collected self.

“He didn’t hurt me,” he assures him. If he’s being honest, he also says it to assure himself.

“Good,” Alex says through what’s clearly a yawn.

“You should get some sleep, I’m okay. I promise.”

“No,” Alex says. “I just need to hear your voice a little bit longer.”

Michael wonders how his boyfriend feels about that, but doesn’t say anything. Instead, he tugs his pants off and then pulls the blanket over him as he and Alex talk about anything and everything well into the night. In fact, it’s nearly 4am when Michael finally falls asleep, phone still at his ear, listening to the sound of Alex snoring on the other end.

Oddly enough, two days later, Michael hears that Forrest and Alex have broken up. Alex assures him that it has nothing to do with him and what happened with Mr. Jones. But they spend every night for the next month on the phone with each other, falling asleep to the sound of each other’s voices. Talking for the first time in over a decade, like they used to when they were kids. It’s nice.

#malex fic #not quite reunion fic #but almost #brittney writes #prompt fills #jule1122

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You may have these already but 10 or 27 for Malex. Could be Michael Sanders if you are so inclined, but I will love it either way.

27. Kisses exchanged while one person sits on the other’s lap.

Considering the fic I was supposed to be writing right now is in the Michael Sanders AU, it felt right to set this one in it too 😉 This one’s set sometime after Honey, If You Stay

Also on AO3!

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“Stop moving, you’re gonna ruin my masterpiece,” Alex warns him gently, and Michael can’t see his face, but he can picture his concentrated scowl perfectly.

“Masterpiece, huh?” Michael asks, an amused smile breaking through his expression.

“Mhmm,” Alex answers matter-of-factly as he traces the blunted tip of his eyeliner pencil across the edge of Michael’s upper eyelid with careful precision.

Michael huffs a laugh. When he expressed an interest in seeing how he looked in eyeliner, he hadn’t expected Alex to take it so seriously.

It had all started after Michael witnessed Alex getting ready for school that first morning he’d woken up in Michael’s bed. His alarm had gone off a solid fifteen minutes earlier than Michael’s normally does, which would have been annoying if it didn’t give Michael the perfect excuse to just lean back against his pillows and watch Alex go about his routine. It was a shame to see all that golden skin get covered up with clothes again, but when Alex reached for the discreet, black canvas pencil case he kept his cosmetics in, Michael’s interest was piqued all over again.

He knew putting make up on took time and skill—to this day, Isobel still makes them late to parties whenever they go together—but he was fascinated by how much care Alex put into it, how steady and comfortable his hands were with something so pointed that close to his eyes. The most experience Michael had ever had with make up was the time or two he let Isobel experiment on him with her mother’s lipstick when they were kids, but that was different. Alex wears make up for himself, because he wants to, not as a favor to someone else. Watching him made Michael curious. It made him want to try it. After a week of thinking about it, he finally decided to ask.

Which is why Michael currently finds himself in bed, flat on his back with Alex’s knees on either side of his hips, trying his best not to squirm too much while Alex lines his eyes in black. It’s easier said than done—the warm weight of Alex in his lap is more than a little distracting.

“You can open your eyes now,” Alex tells him, and when he does he’s greeted by the sight of Alex looking critically at his handiwork.

“All done?” Michael asks hopefully, his fingers itching to strip Alex out of those goddamn skinny jeans.

“Mmm, not quite,” Alex answers, bringing the eye pencil back to his face and Michael only just manages to smother the whine building in his throat. “Look up again for me.”

Michael obeys, glancing up toward the ceiling.

“Perfect, just like that,” Alex murmurs absently, like he doesn’t know what those words will do to Michael, or, more specifically, the semi he’s been sporting since the second Alex pushed him back against the mattress and climbed on top of him. His cock twitches, swelling against the zipper of his jeans, and even though Alex is perched right on top of it, he doesn’t comment, his attention fixed firmly on Michael’s face.

“God, your eyelashes are so fucking long, it’s unreal,” Alex gushes as he adds the finishing touches to Michael’s waterline. “Can I put some mascara on you too?”

“You can do whatever you want to me,” he flirts, smiling up at him.

Alex shakes his head to himself, but he’s smiling too as he reaches for his make up bag. He pulls out a small pink tube with a bright green cap.

Alex tells Michael to look up again before he starts brushing the tiny mascara wand over his eyelashes. As he switches eyes, he adjusts himself across Michael’s lap, presumably to get a better vantage point, but the movement has him bearing down right onto Michael’s cock. Michael gasps, his hips bucking upward involuntarily and shifting Alex in his lap.

“Michael!” Alex scolds him, lifting the mascara brush away from his face.

Michael looks at him again, expecting to see anger in his eyes to match his tone, but he finds concern there instead.

“I could’ve hurt you,” he says, softer this time as he rubs the back of his fingers tenderly against Michael’s cheek. “Please stop moving.”

Michael sighs helplessly. “If you want me to stop moving, you’re gonna have to stop grinding down on me like that,” he says, taking hold of Alex’s hips to keep him still. “It’s not my fault you feel so good.”

Michael isn’t sure what he expected would happen when he said that, but he really should have figured that reminding Alex of the situation in his jeans would backfire on him spectacularly. Alex never could resist an opportunity to tease him.

“Grinding down on you how?” Alex asks, his expression turning devilish as he bears down on Michael’s lap again, on purpose this time. He rubs his ass right over Michael’s aching cock in slow, tantalizing circles, and Michael is powerless to stop a desperate moan from tumbling from his lips, his thighs straining from the effort to keep still. “Like that?”

“Alex,” Michael whines, his grip on Alex’s thighs tightening. “Either finish what you’re doing or take your pants off and do me instead.”

That makes Alex laugh.

“You’re ridiculous,” he says fondly.

“I’m horny,” Michael corrects, the tips of his thumbs edging dangerously close to the fly of Alex’s jeans. “There’s a difference.”

Alex lowers himself down until his face is hovering directly over Michael’s, holding himself up by his elbows on either side of Michael’s head.

“Is that so?” he asks, his eyes flicking down to Michael’s lips. “And what do you think I should do about that, huh?”

Michael gulps as he looks up at him, aching to feel Alex’s mouth on his. His thoughts must be obvious because a second later Alex leans in to capture Michael’s lips with his own in a kiss that leaves his head spinning. It doesn’t last long, but it doesn’t need to; the suggestive way Alex sucks on Michael’s tongue the moment Michael slides it into his mouth makes him moan and shake where he lies against his mattress, a delightfully cruel tease of what’s to come if Michael stays on his best behavior.

He isn’t proud of the noise he makes when Alex pulls away.

“Be patient,” Alex says, dropping another, chaster kiss to Michael’s slack mouth before he sits back up. “I’m almost done.”

He dips the mascara brush into its pink tube once more and gets back to work, careful to keep his hips still this time. Michael lies there in a daze, letting Alex do whatever it is he still needs to do.

“There we go,” Alex says a moment later, sounding pleased. “Perfect. You wanna see?”

Michael nods. His brain is a little more online now than it was a moment ago, but not enough for him to bother sitting up, so he just stays put. Alex laughs quietly to himself before he reaches for an old plastic hand mirror and holds it up over Michael’s face so he can get a good look.

“Oh,” Michael says, looking at his reflection in the mirror. His eyes are rimmed in black, his lashes longer and fuller than he’s ever seen them, and, to his surprise, he pulls it off better than he thought he would. The t-shirt he stole from Alex this morning really completes the look. “Huh. I look kinda hot.”

“Kinda?” Alex asks incredulously.

Michael tries to look around the mirror at him, but it disappears from view as Alex climbs off his lap and flops down on the mattress beside him. He holds the mirror back up once he’s settled, close enough that Michael can see his reflection in the mirror alongside his own.

“Baby, look at you,” Alex insists, his voice filled with something like awe. “You’re gorgeous.”

It’s not the first time he’s heard Alex sound like that when talking about him, but it never ceases to amaze and humble him.

“Gorgeous, huh?” Michael asks, eyes on Alex’s reflection.

“Mhmm,” Alex says confidently. Through the mirror, Michael watches Alex lean in before he feels the soft brush of his lips against his cheek. When Alex pulls away, he sets the mirror down on the bed and tips Michael’s chin in his direction so he can look at him, his smile affectionate as he says, quite seriously, “You’re the prettiest boy I’ve ever seen, Michael.”

Michael’s answering grin is wide and genuine.

“I love you,” Michael tells him, his heart indescribably full.

“I love you too,” Alex smiles, rolling over onto his side and moving closer until he’s pressed flush to Michael’s side. “And thank you.”

“For what?” Michael asks, turning over onto his own side to mirror Alex’s pose.

“For letting me do this for you,” Alex answers, brushing an errant curl from Michael’s forehead. “For trusting me.”

“Any time,” Michael says, reaching up to run the pad of his thumb gently over Alex’s full bottom lip. His skin is invitingly soft and Michael is desperate to kiss him again.

“You sure?” Alex asks, and Michael can feel his lip shift beneath his finger as he smiles. “You seemed a little, uh, frustrated for a while there. You sure you’d wanna sit here like that for me again?”

Michael registers the challenge and decides to give Alex a taste of his own medicine. He leans in close, letting his finger slip from Alex’s mouth and trail slowly down his throat. He doesn’t try to hide his smirk when he feels Alex swallow, his mouth dropping open in anticipation.

“I’ll sit anywhere you like, Alex,” he says, hooking his leg over Alex’s.

“Oh yeah?” Alex asks lowly, his grin turning filthy as he slides his palm up Michael’s thigh.

“Mhmm,” Michael nods, leaning in to kiss his jaw before he whispers, “You might just have to fuck me first if you want me to sit still for you, though.”

Alex hums thoughtfully before he pushes Michael gently onto his back. Michael’s breath hitches in his throat as Alex crawls between his thighs, nudging them further apart as he settles into the cradle of Michael’s hips. He can feel Alex growing harder through the thick denim of their jeans and his heart hammers in his chest as Alex starts to move, inching close enough that he can feel the heat of Alex’s breath on his lips.

“Think you can settle for me fucking you afterward this time?” Alex murmurs.

Michael swallows roughly and nods, sliding his fingers through Alex’s silky hair.

“Yeah,” he answers breathlessly, his eyes trained on Alex’s mouth. “I think I can.”

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Also if you’re interested in reading more about Michael exploring his sexuality and gender presentation, I highly recommend @spaceskam’s fic freedom has no price!

#malex #malex smut #malex fic #malex fluff #michael guerin #alex manes #michael sanders au #Also leave it to me to let the distraction kissing meme fic A) get smutty #and B ) be longer than the Michael Sanders H/C fic I’m in the middle of lol #jule1122

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