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malex-crack · 1 year
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The parallel 😭
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manesalex · 2 years
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Every Alex Manes Scene (184/?)
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dayscrazed · 1 month
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The race to separate Max and Jones ramps up when Rosa gets taken. When Alex brings up a bad pattern in their relationship, the fight leaves Michael vulnerable and the team must work together to stop Jones once and for all.
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lunaares · 2 years
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dr-lizortecho · 2 years
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I should've asked you a year ago, I know, I didn't want to || well I’m sorry, I was scared too
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roswellnmsource · 2 years
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3.06 // 3.07
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ashleymarie1684 · 8 months
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Happy one year anniversary to the most gorgeous couple in the galaxy! Mr. and Mr. Guerin. ❤
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pastelwitchling · 5 months
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JanuaryCafe, a commenter on ao3, made a comment about Michael lighting someone on fire and I loved it, so here you go :)
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              Michael’s jaw was aching.
              Probably because he’d been grinding it for the past fifteen minutes. Still, he couldn’t help himself. When he had suggested he and Alex go out for drinks after dinner, he hadn’t expected a group of amateur rockstars to be visiting town tonight. He hadn’t figured they would want to spend the night at a bar, though he probably should’ve.
              And he really, really hadn’t expected them to eye Alex like he was a piece of candy the second he and Michael had walked in. Yet here they were, a bunch of tall and handsome guys in black eyeliner, watching Alex with smirks on their faces like they didn’t know whether they wanted to share him with each other, or if they each wanted him to themselves.
              Michael was going to kill someone tonight. Probably the black-eyed one. He hated black eyes. They reminded him too much of Alex’s ex.
              “Let it go,” Alex said in a singsong voice under his breath before he took a sip of his drink.
              Michael grabbed his glass, tried to calm down, but then Mr. Dark Eyes licked his lips like he was mentally undressing Alex, and Michael felt like all of his powers were roaring just beneath the surface.
              “Think he’s flammable?”
              “Who?”
              “The guy with the chains in his ears.”
              Alex raised a brow over his shoulder and Michael hissed, “Don’t look at him.” He wrapped an arm around Alex’s shoulders and scooched his chair in close enough that their thighs pressed together. Then, he leaned in conspiratorially and, with the air of warning Alex about a bomb threat, said, “I don’t want him to think you’re interested.”
              Alex’s shoulders fell. “Why is everyone in my life so damn dramatic?”
              “Here, kiss me.”
              “What?”
              “Kiss me,” Michael repeated, cupping Alex’s cheek and leaning in. “Use your tongue. Let them get a good look.”
              “Are you insane?” Alex demanded, a hand on Michael’s shoulder to keep him back.
              “Oh, yeah, good idea,” Michael said, holding Alex’s wrist. “This way they’ll see your wedding ring.”
              “Guerin—”
              “What? I thought you liked kissing me!”
              “I love it,” Alex defended, but still ducked his head from underneath Michael’s arm. “But I’m still not Frenching you in front of a bunch of strangers just to prove a point.”
              Michael pursed his lips. “You want to get on my lap instead?”
              Alex looked unimpressed.
              “Too much?”
              Alex shook his head as he took another swig, but Michael caught the smile before he tried to hide it.
              “Seriously though.”
              “Seriously what?”
              Michael looked over his shoulder. “Can I light him on fire?”
              “No.”
              “Just a little?” he offered. “I’m talking minor burns, maybe some temporary trauma, nothing lifelong.”
              Alex couldn’t resist the laugh that left him then, and just as Michael’s own lips split into a grin, Dark Eyes appeared at Alex’s other side like a shadow.
              “Hi,” he said cutely, his hands behind his back.
              Alex raised a brow without a comment. Dark Eyes was deterred at neither Alex’s lack of response, nor at Michael glaring holes into his head.
              “So, uh,” he leaned in, elbows on the table. “My buddies and I were just wondering if you wanted to check out our tour bus.” He smiled and tilted his head. Did he have a piercing in his tongue? “We could show you a pretty good time, if you want.” A derogatory glance at Michael. “Better than anyone else in this small town.”
              Michael really was going to kill someone tonight, and now there was no question of who. Alex, however, still did not respond, and Dark Eyes’s confident grin faltered the longer he went without an answer.
              “You want the rest of us to get drunk with you?”
              But Alex only held a finger up, signaling the guy to wait as he finished his drink, set his bottle down, and without a word to Dark Eyes, he turned to Michael, took his face in his hands, and crashed their mouths together. Despite his earlier objections, he slid his tongue in against Michael’s, and everything but the taste of Alex in his mouth faded to nothing. Michael moaned and grabbed Alex by the waist, kissing him and kissing him and kissing him. When they finally pulled apart what felt like an hour later, the singer was gone.
              Michael caught him and his friends trudging to the stage, grumbling, before Alex was turning his face back towards his own and kissing him again.
              “Mmm,” he grinned. “I thought you wouldn’t kiss me to prove a point.”
              “He was getting on my nerves very quickly,” Alex sighed, running a hand through his hair, trying and failing to hide his blush.
              Michael bit his lower lip as he looked over his shoulder. The group was still glaring at him from next to the instruments, apparently angry at him for ruining their fun.
              “Can I still light ‘em on fire?”
              Alex seemed to consider the question this time before he sniffed and picked up Michael’s drink. “Better not. Maria has them booked for the night.”
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burntotears · 1 year
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MICHAEL GUERIN ➳ hat series Roswell, New Mexico | 2.13 Mr. Jones
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guywrestlingaddiction · 11 months
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Everything Great About a Match: Joshua Goodman v Jack Guerin (bgeast.com)
Everything Great About this Match: +7
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SPOILER ALERT: I highly recommend viewing this match in its entirety before reading this post.
So let's begin: 
+1: For Jack's amazing body.  The guy has what, an eight pack? He's a mountain and honestly, it looks like he's holding back here on Mr. Joshua.  Not that he let him win, just that the guy looks like he can do some damage.
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+1: For the trash talk.  Mr. Joshua is the king of getting into his opponents' heads.  The guy knows what to say and has the muscle to back up his words.  
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Mr. Joshua: "So you're the fine young specimen that's gonna be peeled from the bottom of my shoes." 
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Mr. Joshua: "This is men wrestling right here.  None of that wimpy shit."  "You can't hold this any longer.  Give it up, say it." 
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Jack: "... I give ... I give Mr. Joshua."
+1: I love a match with trained professionals showing off their craft.  Mr. Joshua is the real deal and it shows.  The man knows how to carry himself in the ring and knows how to get the best performance out of his jobber - a sign of a true heel.  
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+1: Speaking of a good match. The back and forth between them makes this true wrestling rather than a one-sided, grope and flex match.
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+1: Mr. Joshua knows how to put his jobber on display.  He knows how to show each and every flex, every agony, every everything his jobber has and offer it up to his audience.  The man is a legend for a reason. 
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+1: The "Adjustment".  [+1] Hell that deserves a bonus point for Mr. Joshua's signature move. One designed to humiliate and rub victory in their face.  
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------- Everything Great About this Match: +7
So there you have it. This match has so much going for it - two hot studs duking it out for top dog and PRO gay wrestling with an emphasis on the PRO part.  Mr. Joshua is simply too much wrestling man to contain and Jack feels the consequences in all his 6'3" of aching muscles.  The wrestling action is vivid with long lingering shots of sculpted bodies and jobber domination.  Finally, while Jack Guerin is unfortunately, a one-hit gay wrestling wonder, Mr. Joshua on the other hand has the staying powering of a true legend.  
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malex-crack · 1 year
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There's no Michael without Alex. There's no Alex without Michael. -Vlamis
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manesalex · 2 years
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Every Alex Manes Scene (185/?)
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dayscrazed · 2 months
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Immediately after waking up, Max and Michael realize that Jones kidnapped Liz and trapped Alex in his mind. After helping Alex confront a distressing memory, Michael has to confess a secret in order to stop his father.
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lunaares · 2 years
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HOLD ON TIGHT AND NEVER LET GO
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arielana · 2 years
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Really, Michael?
A ficlet for Michael Guerin Week 2022, Day 1: “Is that how you wanted this to go?”
Very inspired by various “did you get probed”/“probe and tell” gifsets and the thought of Michael and Kyle as potential future brother-in-laws.
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“Seriously Valenti, if I’d known the person you were making ’getting probed’ jokes about was my sister…” Michael takes a swig of his beer, very pleased with the scandalized tone he manages to pull off, and taking great joy in the way Kyle instantly turns beet red and starts to splutter, giving Michael a betrayed look. 
“What? That’s not what— I— I didn’t— You were the one who said—” His eyes flicker desperately between Michael and Isobel. “Is, I swear—”
It’s almost too easy. Valenti’s clearly let his guard down now that they’re practically brother-in-laws. This should teach him. Michael half turns towards the kitchen to hide a satisfied smirk as Kyle struggles to put a sentence together, but he’s of course immediately stopped in his tracks, deer in headlights-style, when he’s met by an unimpressed look from his husband, eyebrows arched, back from picking up the wine much quicker than Michael’s expected.
Damn.
Alex has certainly perfected his ’Really, Michael?’ expression, Michael notes, and he puts it to good use. If Michael thought he was well acquainted with the look before, it’s nothing compared to life as a married man. (Despite Michael generally being very well behaved, if he can say so himself.)
He tries to look innocent, shrugging lightly. What does Alex expect from him anyway?
He is being nice to Valenti. Like, whose idea was it to invite him and Isobel over tonight? It most definitely wasn’t Mr Alex ’Ugh, other people. Let’s just get takeout and watch a movie on our own’ Manes (Guerin he corrects himself, a pleased little shiver running through him. Each time.) 
Because really, Michael is making an effort—being a good brother, a good host—in fact, he’s making what he knows is one of Kyle’s favorite dishes tonight (and isn’t it crazy that he even knows that?) A little light teasing should definitely be allowed, just enough so that Kyle doesn’t get too comfortable. Michael’s had to listen to enough self-righteous lectures—ok, some pretty good advice as well, he has to admit—through the years. Michael should get to torment him just a little. It’s only fair.
Isobel huffs, and Michael turns back towards the living room.
“Oh sweetie,” she says airily, stroking Kyle’s arm, “don’t worry about him. You’re doing amazing.” She flicks her ponytail back, rolling her eyes. “He’s just sulking because he and Alex are a boring old married couple now. He wishes he could get a good probing.”
Michael hears Alex practically hiss behind him. 
Ignoring them, Isobel resolutely grabs Kyle's face with both hands and pulls him in for a kiss with way too much tongue for a dinner with family. Michael would never.
After a long minute, Isobel steps back with a pleased hum, lovingly patting Kyle on the cheek before releasing him. He takes a few wobbly steps backwards, clearing his throat and trying to regain his composure, while Isobel calmly smooths her hair back and checks her lipstick, after giving Michael a smug look.
Ok, well Michael should have seen that coming he guesses. Isobel refuses to be embarrassed by anything sex related. And he loves her for it.
“Is that how you wanted this to go?” Alex mutters grumpily as he comes to stand next to Michael. “We could have been cuddling on the sofa by now, instead we’re stuck watching your sister make out with Kyle, and being insulted in our own home. ’Boring’.” He spits out the word with as much disdain as possible. 
Michael just grins, not sorry in the slightest.  
First of all, he can’t think of anything better to do with the rest of his life than getting to be a boring old married couple with Alex. A dream come true, really.
And second, he knows exactly what happens when his husband’s competitive streak is activated, and there’s no way Alex will idly stand by and accept the implication that Kyle Valenti’s sex life is better than theirs.
Michael’s in for a wild night once the others have left, if he plays his cards right.
“It’s ok, honey.” He places a chaste kiss on Alex’s cheek, humming thoughtfully. “I guess it’s true what they say—the magic has to go eventually. Routine can be good too.”
The glint in Alex’s eyes tells him he knows exactly what Michael's up to, but also that it’s definitely working. Oh, it’s on.
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dr-lizortecho · 9 months
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I find it interesting that Max, Michael, Wyatt and Jones occupy a very similar Venn diagram of xenophobia that gets progressively more violent and more restrictive as it moves to each of them- but most importantly more solidified and stagnant
cause Max’s is more gentle and all encompassing- with notable exceptions- contradictions lie outside of the species as a whole (he views Oatians as lesser- evil- innately violent- doesn’t identify with them etc etc)
Michael’s is bordering on mentally hostile but it’s more malleable than Max’s- allowing him to shift his worldview- seeing a contradiction to this whole as representative of the entire species (he views humans as lesser- inherently violent)
Wyatt’s is physically violent and ingrained- not really enough thought to be put into the group as a whole- he sees exceptions as falsities and lies
Jones’s is physically violent and all encompassing much like Wyatt’s- but loops back around and borrows from Max’s adopting the same idea that any exceptions to humanities status as lesser than Oatians is an inherent fluke (seeing Liz as someone who belonged in Oasis vs Earth)
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