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Thinking about how much Michael loves Alex but is also a dumb idiot.

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I finally did it! My twitter and IG are now both up, if anybody wants to follow me. If you’re an alex manes stan, you love malex or max evans or isobel or the beautiful jeanine mason, or if you’re a fic writer for the show, or if you’re just a fantasy bookworm like me, please let me know what your user handle is so I can check out your accounts 😊💗

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I have to ask; are the fans just… more alive on twitter and IG than they are on tumblr right now? I feel like, unless the show’s going on, tumblr’s very silent. This is a legitimate question, by the way.

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Heeeeey!

Thank you so much for sending me this! When I read the list, this one seemed the most adorable, too!

And Thank you for your patience! I hope you like this 🖤…

Isobel watched Michael pace back and forth, as he had been for the past thirty minutes, and resisted the urge to snap at him to sit down already. She just rolled her eyes.

Michael stopped and threw his hands up in the air. “Why the hell are they not here yet?! They were supposed to be back half an hour ago.”

Isobel huffed. “I don’t know, Michael. Traffic?”

He glared, and just before she snapped at him, Isobel forced herself to look at him; really look. Michael looked tired, and there was an undercurrent of fear that he was trying way too hard to hide.

She sighed, got up out of her chair and forced him to stop by putting both her hands on his shoulders. “They’ll be fine,” she reassured him quietly.

His shoulders slumped and curled forward. “You can’t know that. And we can’t trust Jones to keep him safe.”

Isobel smirked. “Them,” she corrected him teasingly.

He rolled his eyes. “You know I don’t care about Valenti.”

She shook her head. “Listen to me. We have the ship he so desperately wants, and he knows if he does anything to Alex, we’ll destroy it without hesitation. Plus-” she wiggled her eyebrows, “I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but Alex is a badass and can handle himself. If anything, we should worry about him maiming Jones on this trip.”

He bit his lip. “He’s gonna be alright, isn’t he, Iz?”

She nodded. “He is. And hey-”

The sound of three rapid knocks on the door interrupted her and Michael all but ran the short distance between them and the door. He opened it and in came the three men. Kyle looked amused, Alex looked smug and Jones looked pissed off.

Michael made an aborted movement in Alex’s direction, something which Alex mirrored, and she and Kyle exchanged an eye roll at their awkwardness.

Isobel really didn’t know what was stopping them from going for it. Alex was single as of two weeks ago, Michael had been single since he and Maria broke up and anyone can see they loved each other. Isobel, more than anything, wanted to shake the two of them, knock their heads together and lock them in a room and keep them there until they talked or- well, anything would be better than this yearning.

She ushered them in, and they all sat at the table. Jones began his long winded rant, and Isobel could practically see the steam coming out of his ears every time Kyle or Alex interrupted him. Isobel turned him out for the most part and instead watched Alex and Michael.

Michael was still tense, and he kept stealing anxious glances at Alex every few seconds. Alex was more or less the same, but he was still where Michael was fidgety, and his jaw clenched with every look from Michael in his direction.

A minute or two later, something changed. Isobel cocked her head to the side and raised an eyebrow.

Michael was relaxed in a way she hadn’t seen in a long time. He’d stopped fidgeting, and there was a small, almost nonexistent smile on his face.

Alex, though harder to read, seemed to have relaxed, too. She looked between them, eyes narrowed, trying to figure out what changed, when she noticed it; Alex’s right arm, and Michael’s left one, were close to each other, making a very loose v. Isobel couldn’t resist and made a show of dropping something and quickly bent down to peek under the table.

Her brother’s pinkie finger was interlocked with Alex’s, tightly, and their hands were swaying softly.

Isobel straightened up, and couldn’t keep from smiling at her brother. At his questioning look, she slowly dragged her eyes down his arm and then back up, and watched him duck his head shyly.

Isobel nearly laughed in disbelief. She never thought Michael and shy could ever exist in the same sentence but here they were.

Jones was the first to leave, followed by Kyle, but Alex and Michael didn’t move to get up. If anything, they settled in the chairs even more, and were now sitting closer together.

Isobel let them be, and went to the kitchen to make coffee. She poured coffee for the three of them, and took it into the living room. She stopped dead in her tracks, mouth hanging open in surprise.

One of them had moved his chair closer to the other, and now they were sitting impossibly close. Alex had his head on Michael’s shoulder, and Michael’s face was turned sideways, his nose buried in the other man’s hair and his eyes closed.

Their hands were now resting on the table, and their pinkies were still intertwined.

Seeing them like this was as adorable as it was frustrating.

She made her way to them slowly, and set the tray on the table quietly. Alex’s eyes fluttered open, and he rubbed his eye with a finger like she imagined a toddler would after a nap. Michael was looking at him with a dopey look that made Isobel roll her eyes.

“Here,” she said quietly, and pushed their mugs towards them.

There was a moment of hesitation on their part, one in which she thought they would separate and move away from each other, but they didn’t.

Instead, they took their coffee mugs in their free hands, and when they settled back in their chairs, there was not a hair of space between them.

Isobel took a sip of her coffee, and hid her smile there.

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               Michael hadn’t seen Alex in over a week. Not for any particular reason, but Alex had been at the base from before dawn to after midnight, taking on extra work training new recruits and going over drills and security procedures with his team. A week wasn’t the longest they’d ever been apart either.

               But that had been then, and this was now, and Alex had been crying into Michael’s shoulder not that long ago, so in a week’s time, Michael was rounding the corner into Alex’s driveway. It was late at night, and Alex’s car was there, so Michael knew he couldn’t have been at work.

               He came up to the front door, and knocked. No one answered. He knocked again. Still no response. Michael looked over his shoulder at Alex’s car again, making sure it was actually Alex’s. Was he still at the base? Had someone else picked him up?

               Michael didn’t like the idea of Alex depending on somebody other than him, especially now. Then a thought occurred. What if Alex was here, but something was wrong and that was why he couldn’t come to the door? What if he was passed out on the kitchen floor, or lying sick in his living room with no one to hear him? Not wanting to leave without making sure his airman was okay, Michael used his powers to undo the lock, and the door swung open into a dark hallway.

               “Alex?” Michael called from the doorway. He went in, the moonlight shining through the blinds and casting long lines of blue light against the furniture.

               Michael heard a faint rustling, and looked towards the corridor. He came in slowly, the bedroom door already open ajar, a warm yellow light from the inside glowing out into the hall. He pushed it open and found Alex sitting against his headboard, a book on his knees.

               Michael released a breath he didn’t know he was holding. “You’re here.”

               “Yep,” he said casually, turning the page.

               “Why didn’t you answer?”

               The corner of his lips quirked. “Because I’m tired and I knew you’d let yourself in.”

               Michael fidgeted where he stood. “Are you mad?”

               Alex looked at him and smiled in earnest, and Michael felt a warmth spread throughout his chest. He noticed something in Alex’s calm demeanor that he’d never really considered too much before. Someone had come into his house, there was no guarantee it had been Michael, yet he had been completely unfazed. He had all the surety of a man who could defend himself if he needed to, even with his prosthetic against the opposite wall.

               It was hot. But there was something else behind Michael’s ribs that made it scary. Why was it scary? Alex was still Alex, it wasn’t like he’d changed. Right?

               Alex leaned over, and threw back the blanket on the right side of the bed. A silent invitation that Michael was all too happy to take. He threw off his boots and pulled his shirt over his head.

               “The sweats are in there,” Alex said, amused, as Michael undid his belt.

               Michael slept naked. Alex knew he did. But something in his tone said it was more for his own sake that Michael wear his clothes. And, Michael had to admit, the idea of sharing Alex’s clothes had him ready to melt right then and there. He grabbed a pair from the drawer and pulled them on, then he all but jumped into bed.

               Alex laughed as Michael wrapped his arms around him, pulling him in against him. Michael threw a leg over both of his and nuzzled his temple, inhaling and exhaling against his airman like he needed him to breathe. Sometimes, Michael thought he actually did.

               When he had pulled Alex in as much as possible, touching as much of him as he could, he settled with a deep breath.

               “Hi,” he whispered against his ear.

               Alex turned his head, nuzzling Michael’s nose before kissing him. It was a quick, chaste press of lips against lips, but it took over every muscle in his body.

               “Hey.”

               Michael followed Alex’s lips with his own. “Do that again.”

               Alex chuckled low in his throat, brought a hand into Michael’s curls, and pulled him in. This time, Alex opened his mouth against Michael’s, and Michael moaned as he felt the slide of the airman’s tongue against his. Michael thought Alex would reach down his chest, would touch him between his legs, would urge him to touch him again. But Alex just kept kissing him, like it was all he needed. The thought had Michael nearly straddling him.

               In the end, when they pulled back to breathe, Michael rested his head on Alex’s shoulder. They sat there like that for several long minutes, Michael taking in Alex as much as he was able while Alex read. Then –

               “I missed you,” he confessed into the quiet room. Alex said nothing a moment, and Michael worried that he may have crossed some line. Kissing and touching each other had always been easier for them than talking. Had he said too much?

               But Alex sighed and rested his head against Michael’s, his book lay forgotten. “I missed you, too.”

               Michael curled in deeper against him, holding his hand in both of his. He was hesitant to ask, but being away from Alex for so long left him without filter.

               “How are you – uh …”

               “Doing?” Alex finished. Michael nodded, and felt Alex’s chest rise and fall with a deep breath. “I’m okay.”

               “Is that why you’re overworking yourself?”

               He scoffed. “You worried about me?”

               Michael put his chin on Alex’s shoulder, looking up at him. “Every day.”

               Alex shook his head as if he couldn’t believe how lucky he was. Michael felt a traitorous heat rise to his cheeks.

               “You know I don’t need you to do that, right?” he said, and Michael’s smirk faltered. “I know what I’m doing.”

               A lump formed in Michael’s throat. He swallowed slowly. Why? Why did words that used to reassure him before make him anxious now? Alex was tough, he’d always known that. He’d never been one to ask for help. To hear it again now shouldn’t have made Michael want to tighten his grip on his waist, to kiss his temple, to reassure himself that Alex was here and in his arms, all his.

               “I know that,” he said with a lightness he didn’t feel. “But I still worry.”

               Alex bit his lower lip as Michael moved closer, his eyes falling to Alex’s lips.

               “Then let me ease some of it,” Alex breathed, putting his book on the nightstand as his other hand came down Michael’s naked chest.

               His eyes fluttered as he laid down in bed, Alex following him. And still, Michael kept a tight hold on his waist, keeping their bodies pressed together.

               He needed to feel him. He needed to keep feeling him.

               “You want that, right?” Alex said, taking Michael’s other hand and guiding it to his own thigh. “To touch me?”

               “I want to make you feel good,” he said before he could stop the words. At the way Alex’s eyes darkened, he couldn’t find it in him to regret any of it.

               Alex’s fingers on his cheek, surprisingly, were gentle. “Being with you makes me feel good.”

               Michael’s heart climbed into his throat. He needed Alex closer. He needed to stop this distance he kept feeling between them. Alex was an Air Force Captain, but so what? He’d been an Air Force Captain for the past year and a half. He was an Air Force Captain when Michael had kissed him at the reunion and tasted him all those nights at the airstream and hugged him when he’d been kidnapped. And then … when he’d busted himself out.

               Because he could do that. Because he’d been trained to do that. With people Michael didn’t know and in a life Michael wasn’t part of.

               Michael reached up with the hand that had been on Alex’s thigh and cupped the airman’s jaw. Alex stilled, his brows pinched, confused.

               “Let me hold you.” It wasn’t something Michael Guerin ever said, and maybe if it was the middle of the day, he would’ve known to keep it in. But he was in Alex’s bed, underneath the man he loved, his vanilla scent engulfing him, his warm body pressed against him, and only the truth seemed willing to leave him now.

               Alex’s eyes softened, and he covered Michael’s hand on his jaw with his own. He turned into his touch, kissing his palm. “Okay,” he said.

               He lowered himself down so that he and Michael were lying on their sides, and Michael wrapped him in his arms, pulling him in against him. Alex’s fists were curled against his chest, his index finger mindlessly playing with Michael’s nipple and making him moan.

               “You’re doing that on purpose,” he grumbled, and negated that tone immediately by pulling Alex so close that nothing could’ve fit between their bodies.

               Alex laughed, cuddling into the crook of Michael’s neck. “I love touching you.”

               Michael kissed his shoulder. “Yeah?”

               “Yeah,” he whispered. Michael’s eyes closed despite himself as the relief of having Alex in his arms, warm and safe, turned to heavy exhaustion.

               Alex cupped his face and kissed his cheek, the corner of his lips, his lips. Michael pulled him in unbearably close.

               “Sleep, baby,” Alex whispered, and Michael’s eyes shut. “I’m right here.”

               He’s right here, Michael silently repeated, trying not to think of the Alex that had a team whose lives depended on him. The Alex who’d cracked through the toughest coding like it was nothing. The Alex that had been turned from a teenager who wore black clothes and eyeliner to a man who had suffered the loss of a limb and lives in his arms.

               As sleep came, the words pushed themselves past Michael’s lips before he could stop them. “I love you.”

               He didn’t hear Alex’s response, but he felt the soft press of his airman’s lips against his forehead, and he felt himself at ease.

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Since I was tagged twice, by both @cosmiceverafter and @i-never-look-away for the last line tag, you can have TWO sentences. This is from my Malex date fic If Time Is Money Then I’ll Spend It All For You

rules: post the last line you wrote and tag others to do the same.

Michael grabs the handle for the rolling cooler in one hand and the picnic blanket in the other while Alex closes the hatch on his SUV. As they turn to head out of the parking lot, Alex reaches his hand out for the blanket but Michael, seeing the hand reaching out, automatically shifts the blanket to lay over his other arm, and grabs Alex’s hand in his own with a bright smile. Alex doesn’t correct him, just grips their hands tighter together and smiles back.

I know pretty much everyone has been tagged but I know I am always dying to hear from @skinsharpenedteeth and @cosmicxlovers17 I know you were working on something so if you’ve got something to share, I’d be thrilled to see it. It feels rude asking for more from @prouvaireafterdark after you just graced us with that glorious Sex Shop AU, but I’m asking anyways. And I will literally never turn down a sneak peek from @litwitlady for SMH. Also, you haven’t been tagged and want to do this, feel free to consider this me tagging you.

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Last Line Meme

I got tagged my @winged-fool and offer you the last line from my sex pollen thing

Tendrils of his power escape him before he even follows his own train of thought, caressing up against Alex in ways part of him knows he would never do if he was fully in control, his fingers moving slightly with the urge to touch skin on skin instead of telepathy on aura.

Tagging @lambourngb @ninswhimsy @haloud @adiwriting @irolltwenties @christchex @bestillmyslashyheart

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Last line tag

Thank you to @gra-sonas for tagging me! I’ve never been tagged in something like this before but here goes.

Rules: post the last line you wrote and tag others to do the same.

After writing drivers license I thought about writing a break up song series (with happy endings) but still not sure if I want to commit. Let me know if it piques your interest though! My first idea was for a WIP called champagne problems.

“What do you mean, ‘no?’” Michael finally said, the diamond glistening obscenely into the weighted silence, his lowered knee digging painfully into the ground.

I’m still new here so if you’re seeing this and want to do it, consider yourself tagged!

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Also on AO3. 

Umm, someone actually sent me something?? What?? lmao. Thanks!

It’s me, so I wrote like a whole thing, not just five sentences… oops. 

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“’Are you French? Because Eiffel for you.’”

Alex howled on the other end of the phone and Michael beamed at the sound.

“Really, Alex? Are we really that cheesy Valentine’s Day card type of couple?” Michael rolled his eyes but his chest filled with warmth as he turned the small Valentine’s Day card over in his hands. He hadn’t stopped smiling since he had untaped it from the airstream door a few minutes ago.

“Yup!” Alex said proudly. Michael laughed. “At least we now have something to make fun of.”

“True, true.”

There was a moment of comfortable silence and Michael sighed in contentment. But then he heard Alex take a deep breath. He knew Alex well enough to know he was steadying himself for something.

“Have you… where are you? Did you go in the airstream yet?”

Michael’s brows furrowed. “I’m still outside, I called you right away. Why? Am I going to be met with a line of rose petals leading to the bed?” Michael’s heart leapt as Alex’s giggle filled him. He was so happy he would be able to hear that sound for the rest of his life.

“Okay, we are definitely not that type of couple,” Alex laughed. “But go inside.”

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are they any season 2 aus / fix its / what ifs? aka recs?👀👀

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Alex and Michael get married.

Max quoting Mary Oliver? Check. Sappy wedding vows? Check.

From the Fourteen epilogue.

With the turquoise Pacific Ocean waves crashing into the bluffs below, Alex and Michael stood facing each other in matching tuxedos on a cliff off Highway 1. Max, as officiant, studied a notebook before them, and their beaming guests, Isobel, Liz, Rosa, Maria, Mimi, and Sanders, faced the couple, dresses whipping in the wind.

Max took his role seriously, radiating an eager and nervous energy. “So, uh, we are gathered here on this beautiful summer day to join Michael and Alex in marriage. Today, they get to celebrate their love in front of all their family. We all know that family goes so much further than blood. Family is measured in love. And there’s no better reminder of that than the people who are here with us right now. I wish I could say I had some wise words about love and marriage to impart, but the reality is that there’s nothing I could say that Michael and Alex don’t already know from the time they’ve spent being deeply in love with each other. So instead, I’d like to read a poem by Mary Oliver that will hopefully say it better than I can.”

He flipped the page and began to read. “‘If you suddenly and unexpectedly feel joy, don’t hesitate. Give in to it. There are plenty of lives and whole towns destroyed or about to be. We are not wise, and not very often kind. And much can never be redeemed. Still, life has some possibility left. Perhaps this is its way of fighting back, that sometimes something happens better than all the riches or power in the world. It could be anything, but very likely you notice it in the instant when love begins. Anyway, that’s often the case. Anyway, whatever it is, don’t be afraid of its plenty. Joy is not made to be a crumb.’”

When he looked up, his eyes met Michael’s, which were warm with gratitude. He smiled and closed the book. “And now, the grooms have prepared vows that they will read now.”

Alex reached into his pocket to retrieve a neatly folded piece of paper without breaking eye contact with the man in front of him.

“Michael,” Alex smiled as it finally started to sink in. “I used to think that happiness was for other people, but not for me. That it didn’t matter what I wanted, because I would never get it anyway. But then you came into my life.” He laughed. “I tried really hard not to fall for you, actually. But I couldn’t go through with it, obviously. You really saw me, past the labels and everything, accepted me for who I was. You made me feel loved, and I finally felt like I belonged somewhere, and that place was with you. It still feels too good to be true sometimes. That I get to love you. I’m going to spend the rest of my life making sure that you know that.”

Alex’s vision blurred as the tears set in.

“I promise to be your family. I promise to be someone you can always come home to. I promise to be your home. Whether we’re together or apart, through the good and the bad, I’m yours, forever. I love you, Michael Guerin.”

Alex looked into Michael’s eyes and smiled. Michael responded by blinking away the start of tears before clearing his throat and letting out a short laugh of disbelief. He was going to wing it.

“Um so, I never really saw myself at anybody’s wedding, especially not my own. Like, I’ve gotta be honest. People suck. And, uh, I was kind of over it. But then I met you, Alex, and you were just the opposite of everything I thought I knew about people. I was so cocky before, about people and the world, and meeting you made me the most insecure I’d ever been.” He paused. “I mean that in a good way.”

Isobel suppressed a chuckle.

“Because you made me realize that there’s so much that I didn’t know. And, you know what? I still don’t. Like, I don’t know if I’ll be good enough for you. I don’t know if I’ll always be able to see through you when you’re being, like, a self-sacrificing idiot. I don’t know if I’ll always do the right thing. And that’s terrifying. Because I’ve never cared about anything, anyone, as much as I care about you.”

Michael’s voice wavered at the last part, and he attempted a laugh to pull himself together.

“But here’s what I do know. I know we can handle whatever trials come our way. I know that we’ve built something that can get us through anything. I love you, Alex Manes, more than anything else in the entire universe, and I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you. I don’t know what’s ahead for us, and that’s okay. I know we’ll face it together. No matter what happens next.”

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Brother in Arms Chapter 2 malex fic teaser.

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               Michael hadn’t seen Alex in over a week. Not for any particular reason, but Alex had been at the base from before dawn to after midnight, taking on extra work training new recruits and going over drills and security procedures with his team. A week wasn’t the longest they’d ever been apart either.

               But that had been then, and this was now, and Alex had been crying into Michael’s shoulder not that long ago, so in a week’s time, Michael was rounding the corner into Alex’s driveway. It was late at night, and Alex’s car was there, so Michael knew he couldn’t have been at work.

               He came up to the front door, and knocked. No one answered. He knocked again. Still no response. Michael looked over his shoulder at Alex’s car again, making sure it was actually Alex’s. Was he still at the base? Had someone else picked him up?

               Michael didn’t like the idea of Alex depending on somebody other than him, especially now. Then a thought occurred. What if Alex was here, but something was wrong and that was why he couldn’t come to the door? What if he was passed out on the kitchen floor, or lying sick in his living room with no one to hear him? Not wanting to leave without making sure his airman was okay, Michael used his powers to undo the lock, and the door swung open into a dark hallway.

               “Alex?” Michael called from the doorway. He went in, the moonlight shining through the blinds and casting long lines of blue light against the furniture.

               Michael heard a faint rustling, and looked towards the corridor. He came in slowly, the bedroom door already open ajar, a warm yellow light from the inside glowing out into the hall. He pushed it open and found Alex sitting against his headboard, a book on his knees.

               Michael released a breath he didn’t know he was holding. “You’re here.”

               “Yep,” he said casually, turning the page.

               “Why didn’t you answer?”

               The corner of his lips quirked. “Because I’m tired and I knew you’d let yourself in.”

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Meant to share this yesterday and forgot. Oops. 😊❤

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It’s not Halloween but let’s pretend they went to a costume party.

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The malex fic writers that make you feel how much they love and want each other are the real MVPs I said what I said

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