#like yeah i guess they're siblings but for all intents and purposes they were raised as only children

[incorrect-hs-quotes]

Alright, so here goes, the jesus stabbing story. It's a ride, so don't say I didn't warn you.

So, what you may not know from my just going based off my shitpost edits and the fact that I may not have brought it up before, but I have many siblings. I'm actually the second of eight. And most of my siblings are pretty tame, if annoying.

Most of them.

The one that's buckwild is my eldest sibling, my older brother. He is principally two things. The first is that he is dangerous and malicious. To give you an idea of what I mean, he once locked my in a dryer for half an hour and wouldn't let me out, busted my tooth in a pillow fight gone very wrong, and is so far going 3-for-3 on sending me to the hospital for stitches.

His other predominant trait is that he is incredibly stupid. He once sprayed a hose on the VCR to "clean it up", hid a huge box of chocolate bars behind some drywall thinking he would be able to retrieve it later (he didn't), and thought he could drive a car to McD's at the age of twelve, only to crash into the neighbor's yard.

Putting these things together, it makes it a little less mysterious as to how he managed to get himself a five-year ban from the state of Florida, home of Florida Man.

So, bearing this in mind, I have no response other than I want whatever my parents were smoking at about seventeen/eighteen years ago when they made the decision to entrust him with setting up some christmas decorations.

And these weren't any old cheapy cheap shit you get at the bargain bin at wally world christmas decorations.

No, these were handcrafted crystaline figurines to a nativity scene that were gifted to my parents by whomstever. They were the closest thing my family had to a crown jewel in the christmas department

So you can already see that this is gonna end well

And it almost did actually, he set it up with almost no problems.

Almost.

You see, the thing about crystalline figurines is that they're not exactly easy to see, ergo they're also easy to miss and overlook, so nobody noticed anything was initially amiss when one figurine was missing.

We did notice it eventually, but by that time we were too late to do anything about it when we were looking everywhere for it. But like I said, it is very difficult to find something literally made crystal clear, even more so when it had been shattered.

So we do what any sensible american family does in the face of hardship; we shrugged our shoulders and gave up, and that would be the last we would have seen of that particular figurine.

Unless....

....had it not been an ensuing fight a few days later between me and the moron who shattered it and told nobody

I don't really remember what started it, but it must have made me really pissed, because I remember chasing him around the house with a huge stick.

And I'm not talking about running in circles in a living room, no.

I'm talking chasing my brother with a huge stuck to smack him with through the living room out the door into the snow though the window back into the house over the couch up the stairs dodging by making a heelturn though his bedroom back down the stairs into the kitchen rounding the corner past the table on slick linoleum flooring with wet shoes when BAM!

It finally happened, the long awaited moment. I did it. I did what every catholic parent wanted for their children aside from having forty-seven kids and perpetuating the heteronormative cult mentality.

I had found jesus

Unfortunately for me, I found him in the form of a shard of glass embedded an inch into my leg

Like I said, I think all catholic parents want their kids to find jesus but I have a slight suspicion that this wasn't what they had in mind

But I took it as a sign

When the figurehead of a church goes out of their way to stab you, I think it's safe to assume you've been smited and that they don't want you hanging around

So yeah, that's how I was stabbed by jesus and I am now transgender

-Mod Terezi

#not a quote #mod terezi #yeah family gatherings are fun #i was gonna try to do this as an incorrect quote but there's just one crucial problem #all of the HS kids are only children #that's a little weird right? #like yeah i guess they're siblings but for all intents and purposes they were raised as only children

[erisgregory]

Malex prompt, just something I've had in my head for a few days, sorry that it's a little long, you change it up if that's better for you : ) : Alex has a niece (doesn't have to be blood, could just be a kid of one of his army friends)named Michaela whose pretty young and that he got to name. When she comes to town and inevitably meets Michael, he finds out that Alex has inadvertently told her all about him & Maria over the years (seeing as they're the 2 closest people to Alex in Roswell).

I hope you enjoy this nonnie, thanks for the prompt!

Letters That You Never Meant To Send (G)

cross posted to AO3

“Who’s this?” Michael asks sliding into the bar stool. “And don’t bother saying you’re closed. Clearly you’re not.”

“This is Michaela, Alex’s niece for all intents and purposes.” Maria tells him. “And we are closed.”

“Well is this a private party then or can I stay anyway?” Michael asks, laying the charm on thick.

Maria rolls her eyes but looks at the little girl. “I don’t know, what do you think, should we let Michael stay?”

“Michael Guerin?” The little girl asks, eyes wide.

“The one and only.” Maria sighs but she’s still grinning.

“Yes! But he has to drink Shirley Temples like us, no yucky tequila!” Michaela informs them both.

Michael laughs, he has no idea how this kid knows him, but she definitely has his number.

“Do you agree to the terms, Guerin?” Maria asks, raising an eyebrow in his direction.

“Sure thing, DeLuca.” He says tipping his hat to both of them. Maria pulls out another tall glass and starts making a third Shirley Temple to match the two already on the bar. Who was this kid anyway? Alex’s niece? Why was she with Maria at the bar of all places? “Extra cherries for me.” He says with a grin.

Once he has his drink in hand, and really it’s almost too sweet for him and he likes sweet things, he turns to the little girl. “So how do you know me, but I don’t know you?” He asks.

“Uncle Alex. He’s a hero like my dad and he writes me letters. I have letters from all over. And I know all about you and Roswell and Maria too. I think he named me after you but he’s never actually said that.” Michaela tells him.

It’s a bit of a shock hearing that there’s a kid out there carrying around his name, or a version of it anyways. So Michael takes a big drink and sets it down. Maria is eyeing him as though waiting for some sort of outburst. He’s not mad though or anything close to it, he’s a little bit in awe. He definitely doesn’t deserve to have a tiny person named after him.

“Is that so.” He finally manages.

Michaela nods and takes a sip from her straw before leaning toward him. “Maria said it made me sound psychic. But it’s just the letters.”

“Uh huh.” Michael says, glancing back at Maria.

“Go ahead, I know you’re curious, I was. See what she knows.” Maria goads him on with a twisted curl of a smile. She knows exactly what she’s doing. Michael hasn’t even seen Alex since he got back and now there’s this child who knows him because of Alex? It’s almost too crazy. Except this is Roswell. Everything is crazy.

“Yeah, see what I know!” Michaela adds, grinning ear to ear.

“Okay.” Michael says. He is curious after all. He rubs his hands together and tries to imagine what type of information Alex might have given her. “Who are my siblings? You know what siblings are?”

“Duh, I’m eight.” Michaela says with a giggle.

“Alright, just checking.” Michael laughs. This little girl is a spitfire.

“And your siblings are Max and Isobel!” She says.

“That’s right.” Michael confirms. “How old was I when I got back to Roswell?”

Michaela think about this question a little longer and Michael thinks maybe he has her stumped already.

But then she says, “You were twelve! But you weren’t friends with Alex until later.”

“Right again. You’re really good at this.” He tells her.

“I know!” She says.

“What do I do for a living?” He asks.

“You’re a mechanic, but you know how to fix all sorts of things!” Michael exclaims.

Maria jumps in with the next question. Damn her for it too. “What does Uncle Alex think about Michael?”

Michael is too stunned to say anything, but Michaela doesn’t notice the shift in the mood. That might be a bit too much to ask of an eight year old. She just plows right into the answer as though his whole life doesn’t suddenly hinge on it.

“He loves Michael. They’re endgame.” She then makes a gross face and pretends to gag. “But I think boys are gross.” She helpfully adds.

For his part, Michael chokes briefly on a cherry from his drink before coughing and sputtering until he can swallow it. Maria hides a laugh behind her hand, but not very well. It’s during this coughing fit that they are joined by Alex himself, looking very wary. Michael straightens up but Maria and Michaela just keep giggling.

“I thought you said the bar would be closed.” Alex says and Michael immediately feels guilty like he’s been privy to all of this knowledge that Alex may or may not have wanted him to have. They haven’t seen each other in forever and now they meet like this. Michael choking on a cherry while the girls laugh.

The laughing does die down, but Maria doesn’t look as guilty as Michael feels. Probably because she’s shameless as usual.

“We are, but this one never listens to me when I tell him that.” Maria says.

“Guerin.” Alex says by way of acknowledging him.

“Manes.” Michael replies because it’s not like he can tell Alex about this little girl and her confession of Alex’s love for Michael.

Alex leans against the bar top eyeing their drinks before he tells them, “Her dad should be just about done. I should get her back.”

“There’s no rush.” Maria tries. Michael tries to subtly glare her down but it’s not working. “He could meet us here and pick her up. We were just getting to the good stuff, weren’t we Michaela?”

“Mhmm.” Michaela answers. “We were talking about how much you love Michael.”

Alex immediately goes red, all the way to the tips of his ears. Michael doesn’t know what he could possibly say to make this all stop, he’s terribly embarrassed for himself and for Alex, but more than that is this weird triumphant feeling that’s growing in his chest. Is this really how Alex feels about him?

“I think maybe we should go.” Alex says once he manages to find his voice.

“Fine, fine, break up the party.” Maria teases. She looks very pleased with herself and Michael can’t decide if he wants to throw his drink on her or hug her neck.

“Michaela, let’s go.” Alex commands. He’s still red all over and very obviously avoiding Michael’s eyes.

“Wait!” Michael finally finds his voice just as Michaela is standing up. “Wait. Don’t rush off. Don’t you think we should talk?”

“No.” Alex says.

“Why don’t I just walk Michaela out for you.” Maria offers. Alex seems reluctant, but he does let her go.

“If you don’t want to talk then just hear me out. Michaela says you love me and that she’s named after me.” Michael starts.

“I never told her that.” Alex says softly. “About her name.”

Michael blows out a breath. “She said as much. She’s a smart kid. Anyway it only seems fair for me to tell you how I feel about you.” Michael adds.

Alex glances his way, eyes just a little wide. “We don’t even know each other anymore. We’ve both changed, it’s been ten years!”

“It has been ten years, but the minute you walked in here I knew it was still true. I love you just as much now as I did when we were seventeen. I’m so glad you’re home. I’m so glad to see you.” Michael tells him.

“How can you say it like that, like we just saw each other yesterday?” Alex asks.

“Because I don’t want to waste this chance, Alex. It feels like an important moment, and I’m taking the plunge. Go out with me. Let’s see if there really is still something there.” Michael reaches for Alex’s hand, covering it with his own. “Say yes.”

“I don’t know.” Alex admits. He shakes his head as if to clear it.

“We’ll take things slow, get to know each other again.” Michael pressed gently.

“Okay.” Alex said finally and the weight on Michael’s shoulders was lifted.

“Okay.” Michael agreed. And then they were grinning at each other and the years seemed to melt away.

“I guess I’ll need your number, Guerin.” Alex says, taking out his phone.

“I guess you will. And to call me Michael.” Michael says with wink.

“Fine, Michael.” He agrees and they switch phones and enter their numbers.

Then it’s time for Alex to go and Michael’s not quite ready to say goodbye even though he knows they’re going to see each other again.

“I’ll call you. Soon.” Michael tells him.

Alex smirks. “You better.”

When Maria comes back she breaks out the tequila.

“What’s this for?” He asks.

“We’re celebrating. On the house. Just this once, Guerin.” Maria says, pouring them each a shot. “To Alex!”

“To Michaela!” Michael offers and they drink.

Later Maria will tell the story of how she got Michael and Alex together, but Michael will always correct her and say it was Michaela. After all such a smart little namesake shouldn’t ever be left out of the story.

#malex #malex fic #eris writes fic