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bisexualalienblast · 5 years
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Michael Guerin Week 2019 | Day 1:  Humor 
Roswell New Mexico + everyone’s ‘Michael’s being a little shit’ face
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goodvibesinroswell · 5 years
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good vibes of the day
michael guerin + happy bi visibility day! ⇢ michael guerin week 2019 | day seven
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manesalex · 5 years
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I feel like a part of my soul has loved you since the beginning of everything. Maybe we’re from the same star.
Michael Guerin Week: Day 3 - Favorite Michael Dynamic
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angrycowboy · 5 years
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Michael Guerin Week 2019
Day Four - Favorite Scene (Malex)
“And then you look away,” Alex says, believing Michael has stopped loving him in the time since they were seventeen. He’s fumbling a bit, and he’s a little disoriented, and he never maintains complete eye contact - the full reasons why unclear until several episodes later. But it’s Michael’s headshake as Alex says it, unbelieving and denying, because that’s wrong, Alex is wrong. There isn’t a day that’s gone by where Michael Guerin hasn’t loved Alex Manes. “I never look away,” Michael replies, never breaking eye contact, and laying out the depth of his feelings. Because from the moment he turns around to face him, Michael keeps his gaze on Alex. There is nothing more important, more worthy of his attention, than Alex Manes. 
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flintsjohn · 5 years
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michael guerin week 2019 - day 1: humor (personal favorites) 
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lire-casander · 4 years
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go on and tear me apart
[100 words]  [no pairing]  [michael guerin, walt sander]  [title from a sky full of stars by coldplay] [angst]  [written for @michaelguerinweek 2020 day 4: a sky full of stars + “we are a family” + the lost decade + found family]
[michael feels like he’s all alone in this planet]
go on and tear me apart
After having been tossed around the state for four years, Michael believed human rejection was the worst kind of pain. 
How mistaken he’s been. 
By the time they turn twenty-one, Max is already a Deputy and Isobel is too busy planning her wedding to Noah. Michael doesn’t know where her words we are a family are buried now. 
It’s not like anyone in his family cares enough about him to notice he’s been drowning for the longest time. 
At least Michael has Sanders to bear with him when he comes to work a little under the weather every single day.
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isakvaltersnake · 5 years
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mg week - day one | prompt: humour
michael guerin’s expressions as john mulaney quotes
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lsobelevans · 5 years
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Day 5: Curls for the girls (and boys)
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chasingshhadows · 5 years
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Michael Guerin Week 2019 ~ Day 3
Michael & Alex + I’m Yours by The Script
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royalshadowhunter · 5 years
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Roswell, NM Text post meme- Michael Guerin version
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Michael Guerin Week: Day 1- Humour (Once again credit for the images goes to @malexhq Thank you so much for letting me use them)
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bisexualalienblast · 5 years
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Michael Guerin Week 2019 | Day 7: It’s a real bisexual alien blast around here
Celebrate Bisexuality Day
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goodvibesinroswell · 5 years
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good vibes of the day
michael guerin + favorite scenes before it all got infinitely more complicated ⇢ michael guerin week 2019 | day four
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manesalex · 5 years
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Michael Guerin Week: Day 5 - Curls for the girls (and boys)
Michael’s curls when he’s thinking about and/or looking at Alex. A.K.A.: Scientific evidence the curls are trying to seduce Alex Manes.
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angrycowboy · 5 years
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Michael Guerin Week 2019
Day Seven - “It’s a real bisexual alien blast around here!”
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flintsjohn · 5 years
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michael guerin week 2019 - day 2: space cowboy 👽
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some-mad-lunge · 5 years
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There’s Only One Bed - Michael Guerin Week Fic
My interpretation of one of my all time fav tropes.
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“We have a problem.” Michael leaned into the open window of his truck, aware once again of the insanity of the situation.
“And what is that?” Alex was tired, that much was clear. He also had a smudge of dirt on his face and a few split knuckles that looked raw.
“They only have one room, and that room only has one bed.” Michael wasn’t a white knight by any means but the last thing he wanted was to break the small amount of friendship they’d built in the last 48 hours. “I’ll sleep in the truck.”
Alex let out a sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose.
“You are not sleeping rough because of me. It’s fine. We can share.”
“Alex…”
“Oh for God’s sake get over yourself Guerin. I’m not sure I can even stand at the moment, I won’t be taking liberties.”
Yeah, that was the problem, Michael kind of wanted him to. Firstly, it was Alex and regardless of what he might say or do Michael was always going to want that body pressed against his own. Second, watching Alex take down two of his brothers with his fists and only one good leg may have been the sexiest thing he’d ever seen. Michael was a simple man, well alien, and he wasn’t above admitting it. He watched in shock as Alex had taken both men down, then jumped in his truck with the simple shout of “Drive!”
So he had, until they were almost out of gas and about halfway back home. They hadn’t found what they’d been looking for but they knew they were on the right track. Jesse Manes wouldn’t have sent his minion sons after them if they weren’t.
That was neither here nor there. They were both exhausted, Alex was in pain and that was not something Michael would ever be comfortable witnessing.
“So?”
“Huh?” Michael may have been replaying the fierce look in Alex’s eyes in the glow of his headlights as he choked out his older brother. Right after he’d knocked the other one out cold with an elbow to the face. It had been…
“The room number?”
“4.” Michael was kind enough to walk ahead to save Alex having to pretend he wasn’t wincing with every step. He debated taking some of Alex’s weight with his ability but the stubborn idiot could always tell and he never took kindly to it.
Alex decided to have a shower and now that was something else Michael had to visualize. He was trying to imagine this sleep situation. Sure the bed was a king, and though it was a cheap blink and you miss it motel the thing looked clean enough. The problem was that Michael ran hot. Too hot. He usually always slept naked and even then any sheets ended up kicked to his feet in the night.
He couldn’t do that with Alex, no doubt sharing sheets wouldn’t help the heat situation. Something about Alex just made him radiate, always had. He didn’t like to think too much on why that was.
He listened to the water run, jolted a little when he heard it stop. He wanted to make sure he was there if Alex needed him, some habits die hard. Instead a few moments later the object of his thoughts emerged. His hair was damp, he was wearing only a pair of boxer briefs and without his prosthetic. He looked gorgeous, even with the weight of the world still heavy on his shoulders.
“It’s all yours.” Alex leaned on the wall. Clearly he would have to do some maneuvering to get to bed unaided and he didn’t want Michael to watch him do it. So Michael made his way quickly into the small steamed up room, shut the door softly behind him. He took in Alex’s clothes, damp and hanging on the towel rack. He sniffed at his own and figured he’d be fine the next day. He was just thankful he’d chosen to wear underwear that morning. He splashed some cold water on his face and then just braced against the sink, tried to get his head on straight.
They’d spent all day together, in the close confines of his truck. This should be no problem. They would be unconscious for most of it anyway. He spotted the leg leaning against the wall and figured he’d bring that out in case Alex needed it in the night. If he took a couple deep breaths before he opened the door no one would need to know.
The room was softly lit now, just the lamp on his side of the bed glowing. Alex was a lump under the covers, his arm thrown over to hide his face. Michael had to resist the bizarre urge to jump on him, make him laugh, anything to dissipate the black cloud hanging in the room.
Instead he leaned Alex’s prosthetic against the wall, quickly undressed and laid on top of the blankets as he turned out the light. He could see movement out of the corner of his eye, but he didn’t dare look. Knowing Alex was beside him was more than torture enough.
Still the silence, it was kind of killing him,
“I’m not against sharing a blanket with you, it’s just that I…”
“Run hot. I know.” Alex’s voice was a watery whisper and it made Michael’s throat tight.
“I’m sorry.” He didn’t mean to say it out loud, it just always seemed to run on repeat in his brain when the love of his life was around.
“What for?” There was a hitch to Alex’s voice. Maybe the dark would let them be truthful for once.
“All of it. Everything. Mostly that your family is shit.” Alex’s brothers had been relentless, for no other reason than because their father told them to be.
“Yeah well...they aren’t my family.”
It hung there between them, Michael knew what he meant. Or at least what he hoped it could mean. Then he felt it, cool fingers slipping into his, seeking comfort and warmth. They locked together, grasped tight.
“Alex…”
“Can we just pretend, right now, that everything outside these walls doesn’t exist? That us, what we’ve done to each other, what we’re up against, all of it...can we just face it tomorrow?”
Michael took in the fierce squeeze of Alex’s hand, knew that if he reached out he would feel the wet of tears on those cheeks. Instead he rolled onto his side, molded his body to Alex’s, fit his chin into the dip of shoulder and neck. He heard a sigh, then arms came around him, the blankets around Alex the only barrier between them.
Tomorrow they had a conspiracy to unravel, questions to answer and a past inching closer and closer on their heels. Michael wasn’t entirely sure he’d survive it all, if any of them would.
But right now, as he was lulled to sleep by fingers in his hair, it didn’t seem to matter too much. And maybe that was the only answer worth finding.
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