Thinking about how Michael decided to work with Jesse Manes, probably the person he hates most in the world, in order to save Alex. Decided to build a bomb that could kill him and his whole family, in order to save Alex. Walk up to a military building wearing a shirt that said “Eduardo Valenti I come in peace” just so he can make sure Alex is okay. And was willing to jump into a sinkhole, into a parallel universe just to save Alex.
Lol when he said “I’m so in love with, it’s embarrassing” he truly meant it.
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you painted all my nights
Malex | G | 531
I literally don't know what this is but I just watched the pilot again and I had some feelings, okay?
Michael had entered Alex's orbit when they were teenagers. From that moment, he had been stuck there, unable to do anything other than rotate around him.
At first it was hesitant, afraid to get too close to the unknown and foreign kindness that Alex gave him. Still, he couldn't look away. He couldn't stop himself from going to him.
Some people would call it an addiction, and maybe it was, that's kind of what it felt like, but it was more. It was a force, earthly or otherworldly, it was a set of invisible strings tied from one to the other and tugging tight when the distance grew too great between them.
He'd been locked up when Alex left for war, and though he never said goodbye, Michael knew the moment he boarded that plane, it felt like his chest was being compressed into the bars, sucking the air out of his chest and constricting his heart inside it.
And that never really went away, he had just learned to live with it, tried to deny what it was when in reality, he knew exactly why his heart never felt whole.
Seeing him again all these years later, it was like Michael could feel his gravity, pulling him in like a physical force. He could feel it in his stomach, he could feel it tugging below his navel and only letting up when we was close enough to notice all the lines on his face, take in his familiar scent, marvel in the astounding beauty of him.
They were two polar points of a magnet, they couldn't be more different, but the pull between them grew stronger the closer they became.
And then they were alone in an empty room, and Alex's lips were drawing him back in. He had spent ten years ignoring the persistent pull in his chest, learning how to live with it, trying to convince himself that this is what it meant to feel normal.
Kissing Alex would be the worst mistake he could make, an irreparable decision that there was no turning back from. A crash landing back into a kind of love he had been searching for in every empty bed he could find for ten years. Back to seeing colours that made all the others in the world turn to pale grey.
But you can't fight gravity.
And Michael couldn't ignore the pull of Alex's lips, or the way his heart came roaring back to life as they met with the spark of a decade of lost touches. The strings between them impossibly short and yet the tugging on his heart didn't leave him, only instead of aching it blossomed into something that was more than a feeling, more than he could describe.
As his fingers traced the shape of Alex under them, it all came back stronger than when they were seventeen, all the passion of that summer love with the desperation and need of two halves of a soul that had been longing to reunite.
Michael didn't know how to let go of that feeling. It was other worldly, cosmically unfamiliar, yet nothing else had ever come close to feeling like home.
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❝ . . . yeah, that's a no from me. stiles, what the fuck? ❞ eloquence thy name is stilinski. cosmo made a wild and exasperated gesture with his hands like that could further argue his point of no and what the fuck. ❝ this shit screams trap, the only thing that'd make it more obvious is if they had a blaring neon sign that just said ' not a trap ' flashing over it, ❞ // @volatilehearted , for just brothers being brothers ig .
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