#roswell nm

[totalshipshow]

Total Ship Show: Malex

Climb aboard, prepare your canons (and fanons), and set your heading for Michael Vlamis and Tyler Blackburn as they dive into the ship between their characters on The CW's Roswell, New Mexico.

⚓ Anchored by @chero, and featuring questions and ship posts from: @malex-crack, @quiet-echoes-in-the-dark , @orchardsinsnow, @olga-artwork, @i-am-a-mess24-7, @nostalgiaisabitchhuh

#total ship show #tss #malex #tyler blackburn #michael vlamis #roswell new mexico #the cw #vlambase #roswedding new malexico #malexy forever #roswell nm

[stevenrogered]

Know what I just realized? Hmm?

#roswell nm #roswell new mexico #roswellnmedit #roswell #roswellnewmexicoedit #michael guerin #alex manes #malex #malexedit #mystuff #1k

[tennant-davids]

ROSWELL, NEW MEXICO 1x12 // 1x13 // 2x11 // 3x13 // 4x04 // 4x08 // 4x11 // 4x12 // 4x13

#rnmedit #malex #roswell new mexico #roswellnmedit #roswellnmsource #rnm #roswell nm #michaelguerinedit #michael guerin #rnm parallels #cinematv #cinemapix #chewieblog #*laurengifs #if i missed one... ermmmmm.... don't tell me about it lmaooo #i don't think i did but also idkkk

[queermil]

#roswell nm #roswell new mexico #rnmedit #alex manes #michael guerin #alexmanesedit #michaelguerinedit #malex #malexedit #i really do just come back to post gifs inspired by emily's posts #i miss gifing s1

[pastelwitchling]

Malex smut.

***

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

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

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

              “Michael –”

              “Spread your legs more.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

              “You.”

              Another thrust.

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

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

              Alex whimpered. “Please.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

              “It’s true.”

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

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

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

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

***

Happy Malex Monday ❤️

#alex manes #michael guerin #malex #malex fic #roswell new mexico #roswell nm #tyler blackburn #michael vlamis

[youngsamberg]

Prom 2008 → Wedding 2022

Know what I just realized? I married my high school sweetheart.

#roswell new mexico #roswell nm #rnm #roswellnmedit #rnmedit #malex #malexedit #michael guerin #alex manes #mine #idk if the wedding canonically takes place in 2022 bc the timeline is super fucked up but! this is what i'm going with

[roseapothecary]

Now I can’t look away.

#rnm #roswell new mexico #roswell nm #malex #malexedit #stevieedits #m:gifs

[cu-sidhe13]

God I miss them. Truly one of the best chemistries on screen (and off) I've ever seen ❤️ anyone else often think about how much better they and the whole show could have been right from the beginning if it wasn't for the writers? 😭

#malex #roswell new mexico #roswell nm #alex manes #michael guerin

[pleasantfanartist]

Sunrise on Crashdown - Our Intrepid Leader: A Celebration of Liz Ortecho

#roswell new mexico #liz ortecho #roswellnmsource #roswellnmedit #lizortechoedit #cwladiesdaily #roswell nm #userjamiec #atangela #user oomh #addys-beth #usertimlucy #userhuntress #sunriseoncrashdown #rnmpilotanniversary #my edit

[burntotears]

if and or when can we just pretend we're not afraid of the end? i could imagine you breaking my heart it might not happen, but there's still a chance

#malex #malexedit #roswell new mexico #alex manes #michael guerin #rnmedit #roswellnmsource #roswellnmedit #roswell nm #rnm #(malex) #(rnm) #(my gif) #(mine) #(visual) #it's been so long since i made any gifs #or participated in fandom much #so i really wanted to do something #they aren't great but eh

[keepersofmyheart]

I will always say

That this should have been used in Roswell

#roswell nm #michael guerin #alex manes #malex #tyler blackburn #michael vlamis #you can’t change my mind

[sunriseoncrashdown]

Gif by @infp_obsessing_over_everything

Sunrise on Crashdown

An event to celebrate the 5th anniversary of Roswell, New Mexico crashing onto our TV screens

13-15 January, 2024

13th - Humans and Aliens and Actors, oh my!

What do you love about your favourites? Who immediately drew you in and why?

14th - Our Intrepid Leader: a Celebration of Liz Ortecho (aka happy birthday Jeanine!)

First impressions of Liz? Favourite dynamics with other characters?

15th - The Night We Met: Pilot Episode

Five years after its debut, all of everything about the pilot!

Submit your work by:

- Tagging "sunriseoncrashdown" and "rnmpilotanniversary" in the tags

- Tagging @sunriseoncrashdown within the post

And/or by:

- Adding your work to the AO3 Collection Sunrise on Crashdown

[Image ID: three glowing pods in a cave, followed by a gradually lightening sky at sunrise, with a cactus silhouetted against the sky, and the text: Sunrise on Crashdown / 5th Pilot Anniversary / 13-15 January, 2024]

#roswell new mexico #roswell nm #rnm #rnm events #sunriseoncrashdown #rnmpilotanniversary

[liz-max]

ROSWELL, NEW MEXICO | 1.13

#* #roswellnmedit #rnmedit #roswell nm #roswell new mexico #liz x max #echo #rnm echo #liz ortecho #max evans #otpsource #romancegifs #userbbelcher #chewieblog #usergema #userlolo #userengy #queenmay

[tennant-davids]

ROSWELL, NEW MEXICO 4x03 - 4x10 aka The Longest Game Ever of "Where's Alex?!"

#roswell new mexico #malex #roswellnmedit #rnmedit #roswellnmsource #malexedit #roswell nm #rnm #michael guerin #michaelguerinedit #*laurengifs #the longest malex drought in history <3 #also this is so long i need to give 4x08 more credit lmao #and what we've learnt here today is that i need to practice colouring this stupid pocket world #1k

[takemetohometoday]

MALEX IN ROSWELL NEW MEXICO (2019-2022)

#roswell new mexico #roswell nm #rnm #malex #michael guerin #alex manes #alex guerin #myworkrnm

[pastelwitchling]

What about Michael and isobel bonding cause both Alex and Kyle go at a million miles an hour and don't sleep when they're working on something together

So they're just stuck watching two grown men stumble around borderline delirious waiting for the right moment to intervene and get them to rest

@brittz-2123

***

              It was Michael’s day off. He should’ve been comfortable in bed with Alex’s body curled into his, Alex’s head on his shoulder, Alex’s arm slung over his waist as he cuddled deeper into Michael’s chest. Because Michael’s days off were often Alex’s days off. Because Alex didn’t usually take days off by himself. Because he was insane.

              Michael didn’t want to know about his work schedule before they’d gotten together, but it didn’t matter anyway. Alex had him now, and that meant that Michael was very religious about his days off. If he didn’t rest, Alex wouldn’t, and Alex had to rest.

              Of course, Alex was still Alex, and he still had his nightmares, and though Michael sleeping in did guarantee Alex would be in bed, it didn’t always guarantee he’d be sleeping.

              That was why, when Michael peeked an eye open to find Alex sitting up in bed, working on his laptop, he groaned under his breath and wrapped an arm around Alex’s hip.

              “No,” he whined, squeezing Alex to him and shoving at the laptop with his elbow. “No, Alex.”

Alex chuckled under his breath. He already sounded more tired than he had last night when he’d gotten back from Deep Sky, ready to collapse. “Want to elaborate, honey?”

“It’s a day off,” Michael insisted, refusing to be deterred by the pet name, no matter how it made him blush. “That means sleeping until we’re awake enough for sex, then food, then sex, then repeat. No codes, no satellite searches, no alien anything but me.”

Alex hummed, sliding a hand into his hair and tugging on the curls. “I do like my alien.” He smiled down at Michael, making his blush deepen. Seriously, how old was he? “I’m sorry,” Alex said wearily. “I guess I have a hard time not following orders the second I get them.”

Michael considered him, and reached up to trace Alex’s lips with the tips of his fingers. “They’re not orders, Alex. Ramos wouldn’t dare give you an order.” He dropped his hand to grip Alex’s chin, tugging until he met his eyes. “You know you’re not a soldier anymore, right? You’re free, baby. You make the orders.”

Alex’s smile turned a little strained, and rubbing his face with one hand, he used the other to shut his laptop, setting on the nightstand. Scooting down into bed and turning onto his side so he could face his husband, Alex folded his arms beneath his pillow, and leaned in, gently pressed a kiss to Michael’s chin, then his collarbone.

Looking up at him, Alex whispered, “Can’t you make the orders for me? I’d follow them all, you know I would.”

Michael traced his hand down Alex’s temple, his cheek, his jaw, and back up to slide his hand into his hair. He did know that. He knew Alex would do anything and everything Michael asked of him, and Michael knew that he needed it now. He needed to be told what to do, to have some direction or he’d tear himself apart trying to follow the million other directions in his head trying to get his attention.

However, Michael knew that telling him to rest would be unfair and impossible. He couldn’t force Alex’s mind to calm down when he knew his husband needed more than just another order. Too often, Michael had wondered how to talk to an ex-airman. How did you get to the core of what was bothering them and banish the fears there? How did you destroy the darkness?

Except then, Michael realized that Alex had fallen in love with him for a reason. He’d never been good at acting like others wanted or expected him to. If he was ever going to help Alex, it had to be as himself. So he’d stopped asking himself what a military man might do, what everyone else would do, and started to wonder what he wanted most to do.

“Okay,” Michael said, cupping Alex’s jaw and brushing his cheek with his thumb as he came to a decision. “Okay. You want an order, Private? Get up, get dressed.”

Alex raised a brow, his lips quirked in weary amusement. “Where are we going?”

Michael pressed a quick, chaste kiss to his lips. “The Crashdown.”

“For breakfast?”

He smiled. “Nope.”

Michael held the door open for Alex, the bell’s jingle above their heads as they entered a prelude to the ambience of the diner. Steam hissing from the open kitchens, to-go boxes ringing up, waitresses taking orders and jukebox music playing over the cacophony of families and couples laughing and chattering over their meals and coffee.

Michael watched Alex carefully, and when he saw the tension that had been in his shoulders all morning finally loosen, he knew he’d made the right call. He caught Alex’s hand and put it through his arm, then stuffed his own hands in his jacket pockets as he scanned the Crashdown. There Isobel sat next to the window, with Kyle seated next to her, looking about as tired as Alex did.

When she saw him, she waved him over. As he and Alex neared, Kyle seemed to realize that they would be forcing Alex to put his back to the exit, so he nudged Isobel and the two slid into the opposite seats. Giving Kyle a shy but grateful smile, Alex slid into the booth, tugging Michael in beside him and pressing their arms together.

“Well,” Isobel greeted Alex, “you look about as well-rested as he does.” She nudged her chin at Kyle, who’d been staring out the window, and blinked.

“Huh?” Kyle looked between the three of them. “Is someone talking about me?”

Isobel shrugged a shoulder as if to say, What’d I tell you?, even as she reached up to rub Kyle’s temples with her thumbs. Kyle’s brows were pinched, like he had a perpetual migraine. Michael recognized the look from Alex’s face.

“Third shift in a row at the hospital,” Isobel explained, since Kyle seemed too tired to. “He got back just an hour ago.”

“M’fine,” he murmured, eyes shut, either with pain or relief, Michael didn’t know.

Either way, his presence brought an extra comfort to Alex (no, Michael didn’t want to talk about it, and this was the only time he would acknowledge it), and Alex brought an extra comfort to Kyle (because, obviously). All part of Michael’s plan; the ambience of the everyday world going on around Alex was the reminder that he was safe; Kyle here and in front of him was a reminder that the people he cared for most were safe; and Michael here at his side, their arms linked together, was the anchor he needed to hold him here. With his friends and the man that loved him more than anything.

One look at Kyle, and it was clear that being here, having Alex and Isobel here where he could see them, safe and sound, was the same anchor he’d needed too.

They were both fast asleep in the booth before their meals arrived; Kyle’s head on Isobel’s shoulder, and Alex’s head on his folded arms, Michael’s jacket blanketing him.

Isobel smiled as she ran her fingers through Kyle’s hair, and picked up her smoothie. “How’d you know this would work?”

Michael shrugged a shoulder, picking at his eggs. “They keep getting pulled into different worlds. Sometimes they need to be dragged back.”

“I can’t believe that’s coming from you,” Isobel snickered, shaking her head. Albeit, only slightly, for fear of waking Kyle. “Mr. Nothing­-Matters-But-Escaping-This-Planet. What changed?”

Her tone and the sparkle in her eye indicated she already knew. Despite the teasing, Michael couldn’t help but look at Alex, and slumped in his seat. Even with his arms folded and in a deep sleep, Alex’s fingers still clung to Michael’s sleeve, like he needed him no matter how safe he was.

Michael smiled, catching Alex’s fingers in his and squeezing lightly. He didn’t let go. “I found something that mattered more.”

***

Happy Malex Monday ❤️

#alex manes #michael guerin #malex #malex fic #roswell new mexico #roswell nm #tyler blackburn #michael vlamis