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captainsassmanes · 4 years

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Prompt: After Alex finds out about Michael/ Maria he gives up on him and Michael ever being really together. He is convinced that he's the worst thing to happen to Michael. He tries to make Michael's life easier by avoiding him and helping with Project Shepherd. So when Michael breaks up with Maria because he realizes he's still in love with Alex, Alex doesn't understand why he wants to be with him and becomes super insecure in the relationship. So Michael has to show him they're still cosmic.

I took some liberties, anon. I hope that’s okay.

It had been the longest year of Alex’s life.

His seventeenth year living alone with his father had felt long. His first deployment felt long. The second even longer.

His first year being in Roswell with Michael but not being with Michael? The longest.

He’d been proud of himself when Michael and Maria sat him down, neither able to look him in the eye, on the back deck of the Pony, each of them looking across the empty field instead of at each other.

Alex had clamped down on his emotions, swallowed his protests and sadness, and smiled, as genuinely as his muscles would allow. He had nodded along as Maria did all the talking, explaining how Michael was always there to help her, there for her when her mom kept getting worse instead of better, made her feel safe and adored. He agreed when she said she deserved to be loved.

In the moment, he hadn’t been able to find the words. How could he express his happiness for his friend without breaking down with his own loss?

With a hug for Maria and a quick glance to a stoic Michael, Alex had left.

Sleep left him wanting that night. He moved from his bed to the shower to the porch to the bed to the couch, restless and uncomfortable. Without his permission, Alex kept imagining life from then on. There would be no way to avoid them and he knew, for his own sanity, those relationships had to be over. Maybe one day he’d rebuild with Maria though he couldn’t picture it now.

But Michael?

Alex sat with his third glass of whiskey, mindlessly petting a sleeping Buffy’s head, trying to slow his heart rate. It was done. He knew Michael was the one, his person, the one he wanted to spend his life with. He’d known it when he was surrounded by computers, orders being barked in his ears across the country. He’d known when his lungs were filled with hot, desert sand and his ears echoed with explosions. He’d known it as soon as Michael put a hand on him at the airstream, turning him around and stopping the world.

Michael was the one.

But he wasn’t his. And he never would be.

“May your happiness last forever,” he toasted with a slur to the darkness. With a swig, the dark liquid was gone and the glass landed on the floor with a loud clank. Clumsily, he took off his leg, fingers not moving the way his brain was commanding. Eventually he felt the sweet release of the last latch and tugged the sock off, tossing it onto the couch.

Somehow, he managed to get to the front porch, hopping and holding on to anything he could find, too unclear to remember where he last had his crutches. He landed with a groan on the rocking chair, holding his arms and rubbing to keep warm against the early morning chill. The sun was shining through the trees, casting large shadows next to pools of warmth on the ground.

As he watched the sunshine spread and claim its territory, Alex made his decision. He’d do the right thing by Michael. He’d get all the intel he could from Project Shepard and then shut that shit down for good, make sure Michael and the Evans were just another trio of nobodies from Roswell. And he’d do it all while staying away. Michael wanted easy, simple? Maria wasn’t the only one who could give him that. Alex could be a ghost, vanish into the background to give Michael a chance at the life he deserved.

Even if it wasn’t with him.

So, for a year, Alex was an enigma. He went to work during the day, boring data analysis he could do in his sleep. But at night, he used his clearance and the information he not so legally obtained to hack into old records, disbanded programs, anything that looked like it could possibly be associated with UFO investigations.

Kyle checked on him regularly, bringing him greasy bags of goodies from the Crashdown or his mom’s empanadas. He’d stay, sometimes, chatting about interesting cases at the hospital or quietly combing through new files, sometimes updating Alex about the latest town gossip.

Never about Michael, though.

The last month had been insane after he’d acquired the final pieces of the Shepard puzzle and handed them over to a newly risen Max with his five thousandth apology.

Max had squeezed the files in his hand, knuckles turning white and papers wrinkling, before pulling Alex into a surprise hug. Max had whispered an emotional, “thanks,” before letting him go and walking away. That moment felt final, like Alex could finally close the book on the disaster that was his family’s legacy. With his father in military prison for the foreseeable, Alex was finally free of obligation.

The next few nights after handing over the last of Shepard, Alex sat in the bunker, computers silent, only a few lights on, and breathed in the peace of it all. At first, he’d sit with a smile on his face, shoulders relaxed, and hands unfurled. He slept well for the first time in a long time. But on the third or fourth day, sitting in that bunker with no work to be done, no worries to be had, a new reality struck Alex.

He had no purpose. And no one.

His job was through. Responsibilities complete.

It was these thoughts running aimlessly through his mind that put him in his comfortable sweats with a glass of whiskey in his hand. As he decided a Scott Pilgrim rewatch sounded good, his phone rang, Kyle’s name popping up on the screen.

“Hi.”

“When were you gonna tell me, Manes?”

Alex stupidly looked around the cabin for the answer to Kyle’s question. “Tell you what, Valenti?”

A muffled scoff greeted Alex. “About you and Guerin? Liz just told me. I’m so happy for you, man!”

“Whoa, whoa,” Alex stood up from the couch too fast, spilling his drink a bit and trying to cover up the wet spot on the floor before Buffy came to get sloshed. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“They split up, Alex.”

He froze, afraid that if he moved Kyle would say just kidding and his heart would shatter. He took a deep breath before mumbling, “I haven’t spoken to either of them in, like, a year.”

“Yeah I know that, you dumbass, but it doesn’t seem to matter.” Alex rolled his eyes at Kyle’s enthusiasm.

Grabbing some paper towels from the kitchen, Alex leaned over and cleaned up his mess, Buffy never moving from her prime location on the couch. “What doesn’t seem to matter, Kyle?”

“Ugh, oh my God you have to get out more! That he hasn’t seen you, Alex! He broke up with her for you! He still loves you!”

A wave of nerves moved through him but he was in strong denial. There was no way. They hadn’t seen each other, hadn’t spoken. Michael didn’t feel anything for him, at least nothing that wasn’t disgust and anger. Plus, Maria was perfect, they fit well together.

“This doesn’t make sense. If you’re fucking with me-“

“No chance in hell, dude. I would never mess with you over Guerin. Never.”

Alex dropped the towels and sat back on the couch, eyes staring at the black tv. “I’ve gotta go.” He hung up before Kyle could say another word and felt the phone fall out of his hand.

Hope.

He’d promised himself it was done, that he was done. Michael had made himself clear: loving Alex was the worst thing that ever happened to him. Alex had been determined the fix what he could to keep Michael and the people he loved safe. He did that. He did it while staying out of everyone’s way. He did exactly what he was supposed to, followed his plan to a T.

So why would they break up?

He grabbed a glass of water and downed it, gasping for air once it was gone. He refilled it and repeated one more time. Confused, scared and exhausted, Alex climbed into bed, a tolerant Buffy allowing him to hold her close. It took a few hours for sleep to come, so many scenarios and thoughts clouding his brain, keeping it too busy to shut down.

Eventually, he started counting Buffy’s soft snores and he fell into a restless sleep.

The sound of metal against metal woke Alex, hand instinctually reaching into his bedside table for his gun. But he paused when he noticed his room was filled with sunshine, Buffy was missing but not barking and his intruder was humming a Fall Out Boy tune he couldn’t find the name of.

He wiped his eyes and quietly slid his prosthetic on. Kyle must be in one of his moods. Maybe feeling guilty about the bullshit he called with the night before.

Turning the corner, kitchen in full view, Alex thought he might faint. Flipping pancakes in his cabin like he owned the place was Michael fucking Guerin.

The warm feeling that coursed through his chest couldn’t be denied. Michael looked perfect standing there, first thing in the morning, in his socks making breakfast. He was smiling, still humming the same song while Buffy sat wagging at his feet. Alex covered his mouth, physically restraining himself from speaking, afraid he’d beg Michael to never leave.

As he stood silently watching, that warmth turned to anger and bitterness. This was such an invasion of privacy. Alex knew he’d locked the door the night before. And, besides, they hadn’t spoken in months. Michael’s solution to that was to show up, uninvited? Play the domestic game?

“I don’t remember giving you a key,” Alex said when he found his voice and was confident he was in control again.

Michael jumped slightly but the smile never left his face. “You know me. Don’t need ‘em. Hope you’re hungry. Made your favorite.”

Moving a bit closer, Alex furrowed his brow, sure Michael had no clue what his favorite food was. Excitement flooded his veins as he watched Michael put the finishing touches on churro pancakes.

“Go on, sit down. I’ll grab you a coffee.”

Maybe it was the early hour or the shock of seeing Michael or some combination of both, but Alex moved in a daze to the small table and took a seat, wrapping his hands around the mug of perfectly made coffee Michael placed in front of him.

When the churro pancakes slid under his chin, Alex was pulled out of his shock.

“Michael, what the hell is this?”

He got a smirk in return, all straight, white teeth and plump, pink lips. “Just tryin’ to do something nice, Private.”

“Why now?”

With a mouthful of pancakes, Michael shrugged and asked, “why not now?”

Alex pushed his plate away, stomach churning with anxiety. “It’s been a year, Guerin. Your relationship had its run and now you don’t wanna be alone? So, where’s Alex? Bet he’s just sitting there, alone and pathetic, waiting.”

Michael shook his head and straightened his posture. “No, that’s not what this is.”

“Then what is it?” Alex stood and walked outside, needing space and more air than the cabin could offer. He gripped the wood railing, counting his breaths and listening to the birds chattering. The sun was pushing through the branches, tossing light here and there, a sliver of it landing on Alex’s hand, warming one up while the other stayed cool.

The door squeaked open and he heard Buffy’s paws on the decking before he felt Michael standing next to him, giving off a warmth he missed.

“I’m gonna make an assumption so I apologize in advance if I’m wrong.” Michael sounded hesitant, unsure. He waited for a response from Alex but must have decided he wouldn’t be getting one. “You’ve always hated Roswell.” Alex raised his eyebrows, his body naturally responding to the truth.

“I’m guessing you didn’t realize it was the only place that felt like home until you were overseas.”

Alex didn’t know what to say. The idea of agreeing with Michael didn’t sit right with him but he couldn’t deny that while he was spending nights in makeshift tents and praying the last bomb was the last bomb, he wasn’t dreaming of Roswell.

“So, you always hated me?”

Michael laughed and shook his head. “Jesus, we’re so good at this communication shit, huh?”

Alex laughed, too, and looked out over the property, watching a squirrel grab an acorn and run off with his treasure, holding it selfishly in its paw. “I guess so.”

“You left me. You helped me realize I was bi, you were so nice to me and then you were gone. I resented you for ten years.”

“Michael, I told you that I shouldn’t have-“

“Shut up. Just let me finish.” Alex pouted as Michael raised his hand. “When you came back, I hoped. I was an ass about it sometimes, I know, but I hoped we had a shot, that you still felt the same way about me. About us. But you didn’t want to be seen with me, didn’t want people to know about us, you pushed me away over and over again. So, after everything, with my mom…”

“You needed someone who’d stay close.”

Michael nodded and looked at his boots, kicking a twig onto the dirt. “I didn’t choose Maria to hurt you.”

Alex scoffed, “fucking felt like it, though.”

“Well, I didn’t.”

Alex shook his head, his bottle of empathy run dry. “I told you I loved you. That I wanted to start over again. I was ready.”

Michael nodded. “I didn’t believe you. And I shouldn’t have to work on your timeline.”

Alex tilted his head toward the cabin. “Okay. So why should I have to work on yours now?”

Michael bit his lip and looked toward the trees. “Fair enough.”

They stood in silence, listening to the sounds of undisturbed nature around them. Alex was still angry, filled with confusion and caution, but he’d be lying if he said simply being in Michael’s presence didn’t bring him comfort.

“I don’t get your analogy.”

Turning, Michael leaned against the banister and Alex had to look away. With his tight t-shirt and curls blowing in the breeze, Michael looked like a fucking dream.

“The war analogy?”

Alex nodded. “Yeah, that one.”

“It’s a bad one, but I convinced myself I didn’t love you. Then I was with someone else I know I loved and realized it’d never come close to how I feel about you.”

Blinking rapidly, Alex refused to cry. When he knew he had control of his voice, he asked, “are you gonna look away again?”

Michael slowly slid his hand into Alex’s and squeezed. “Never.”

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spaceskam · 5 years

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36 for Malex? 💗

I wrote this once and then accidentally deleted it so I screamed into the void and came back. Also this is one of my favorite tropes ever and I hope to flesh it out more one day

"You're gonna fall in love with me."

"No offense, Guerin, but you couldn't be further from my type."

Michael chuckled low as he kissed on his brother's girlfriend's best friend's neck. Max had hooked Michael up with a job at the Crashdown via Liz once he realized he needed to start working during college and not just the summers between. On his first day, Alex Manes had strolled in like he owned the place and Michael had decided right then that he was going to befriend the guy. Befriending led to making out in the front seat of his truck which led to deciding they didn't have time for a relationship with college in the way and that they'd be best as friends with benefits. Michael was absolutely okay with it if that meant making out with a guy that looked like Alex regularly.

"What, ruggedly handsome and good in bed isn't your type?" Michael asked, trying to ignore how nice Alex sounded when he moaned to the feeling of teeth against his skin.

"My type excludes self-aggrandizing wanna be cowboys who smell like wet dogs," Alex breathed, nudging Michael away with his nose and slyly capturing his lips instead. Not only was it a pleasure to kiss someone who looked like Alex, but it was a blessing to kiss someone who kissed like Alex. It felt like he was a fucking pro sometimes which had Michael's mind reeling more times than he'd willingly admit.

"I'm not a wanna be, I actually work on ranches," Michael said.

Alex hummed into his mouth, a hand sliding down his shoulder and stopping to squeeze his bicep.

"Tell that to the antennae."

"That sounds like a disaster waiting to happen."

"No, it's perfect."

Michael tried to ignore Isobel's judgey look as he slid her her milkshake. He didn't mean to tell anyone that he was screwing Liz' friend, but Isobel had stolen his phone when he went to check it during his shift and "accidentally" caught a glimpse of Alex's toned chest in the form of a request to see him after work. He couldn't exactly not tell her after that.

"How is it perfect? You're sleeping with a guy with none of the benefits of a relationship."

"No, I'm sleeping with a guy with none of the difficult parts of a relationship. No jealousy, no commitment, no dropping money on dinner dates and movies, no feelings. Just sex with someone I know isn't gonna give me an STD," Michael tried to explain.

He and Alex had been hooking up for almost a month now, but the last week he hadn't had the time to go see him. Then he'd been greeted with something different that morning when he'd woken up to a picture Alex had sent at 3 in the fucking morning that was him in nothing but a very loose towel and the caption 'u up?' and he had never regretted not being awake at 3 in the morning so badly. Now, all day, he'd been receiving little close up pictures of Alex's body and it was making his shift crawl by slower than ever.

"What happens when one of you catches feelings? I find it actually impossible neither of you won't at least get slightly attached," Isobel said, shaking her head.

"Yeah, well, that's because you're a girl and girls get attatched."

"Yikes, when did you become sexist?"

Michael ran his tongue over his lips as he thought about those pictures Alex had sent and how he really, really hated going this many days in a row without touching him. Hell, he actually missed him.

But you could miss friends.

"I'm not, sorry. I'm just saying it's not gonna happen to us."

"Wait, stop."

Alex held his hand up to keep Michael at least some distance away from him as he tried to enter the apartment he lived in with Liz and Maria while the other hand went over his own mouth. The two women had vacated the place once Alex had come down with the stomach flu.

"Stop? I haven't seen you in two days and I just took a test from hell and I was really hoping I'd get some Alex tonight," Michael said, grinning that annoyingly charming grin. Alex hated turning him away.

"You should've texted first," he said, "I'm sick."

Michael instantly frowned and stepped further into the apartment faster than Alex could back away. He pressed his hand to Alex's forehead, frowning even deeper as he probably felt his fever and chills and sweat all at once. Alex wanted to shove him away, but he couldn't bring himself to do so. Michael shrugged off his jacket and draped it on the counter.

"Go lay down, I'll make you some soup."

"Excuse me?" Alex said, genuinely bewildered. He got used to taking care of himself when he was sick from a young age. He couldn't remember the last time someone had offered to make him soup.

"You heard me," Michael said, gently shoving him towards the couch.

Michael stayed all night and was annoying doting. He cuddled him and fed him and rubbed his back when he threw up. Alex didn't think it could be more embarrassing, but Michael took it in stride. He was sickeningly sweet.

Alex didn't want to think about how badly he never wanted him to leave.

"I asked him out," Maria said, face grim as if she was the bearer of bad news. She was. "He said no, that he was seeing someone."

Alex slumped in his chair as it became all too real that Michael had been the one to shatter the agreement. They weren't supposed to fall for each other. That was the fucking deal.

So why the hell had Michael done something so stupid?

"I need to cut him off," Alex decided.

"Why don't you give it a shot, Alex? I mean, he must really like you if you could get puke on his shirt and he didn't even care." Alex groaned loudly in response.

He hated that Michael was so fucking caring. It made it much harder to push him away, but he didn't have a choice. They made a deal. They didn't have time. They weren't allowed to like each other.

He had to be the one to end it.

"Just tell me what I did wrong! Was I, like, really shitty when I tried to top you last time?!"

Alex whirled around and stared at Michael like he'd lost his fucking mind. Which he had if he was willing to scream that in the middle of the music building. Tons of heads turned their way and Alex quickly grabbed his arm and pulled him into a practice room.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?"

"I just want to know what I did because I don't know, Alex, I don't," he said. His eyes were big and emotive and he was so damn sincere. Alex breathed slowly.

"This wasn't supposed to happen," he said sharply, "It was your fucking rule and everything. Now you're just... You can't act like this."

"Like what?" Michael asked, "Your boyfriend?"

"Yes!" Alex snapped, "We said we weren't. We said it was nothing. You can't just up and change. You just and... And I... And we... connected." Alex almost cringed at his own voice. He didn't to admit that.

"Yeah. We did. And I don't know why you're running away from it," Michael said.

"I don't have time for a boyfriend," Alex argued, but it felt stupid now that he had already admitted that he felt it too. But he didn't want to.

"Me neither," Michael said, "But we can take it slow. Really slow."

Alex breathed in and stared at the boy in front of him. That's what he was in this moment, a boy. Fresh faced and desperate.

"I'm going to be a shitty boyfriend," Alex told him. Michael smiled.

And how could he stay strong when he smiled?

"Me too, but I have a feeling we'll figure it out."

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chasingshhadows · 5 years

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ok so I am now officially five episodes in and I have Thoughts.

Michael is *sigh* wow. just - so good. so perfect. he is everything i’ve ever wanted in a disaster bi boy. he is all snark and heat and anger, but when his walls come down boy do they make a ruckus when they crash. he is so soft and sweet and caring - the way he always touches Iz to comfort her stabs me yo. I die. He has every reason to want to light up the world bc the world has burned him again and again and again - but he doesn’t. He doesn’t want to light up the world, he just wants to get through the days with the people he loves, and oh how he loves them.

I will never not die for Michael’s little flashes of optimism when Alex shows up. “If you keep showing up like this Imma start thinking you like me” “Wanna go for a ride?” UGH BB

Michael’s willingness to sacrifice himself for his family and take the fall - and how he doesn’t fight back when Max shoves him, despite that it’s definitely a fight Max would not win - is so painfully on brand and I love hate it.

Malex feels at the end y’all, i have so many

I just really wanna give Alex Manes a hug and tell him I love him. Michael loves him. Michael’s family would love him too if he would give them all a chance ugh. I am so Here for his badass anger at everything he’s been through. So often, abuse victims - in fiction and in life - aren’t able to criticize or feel anger toward their abuser, but yo that is not Alex. He is angry and he is done. He called his father a monster. He confronted him at the drive-in and yo, babe, you are giving me Life.

That goes for his dealings with Kyle too - this is a man who has had 10 years to process his trauma and discover new, worse trauma to boot. He doesn’t have time for anyone’s excuses. People treated him like shit bc he was gay and he’s not gonna let them pretend it was anything different than bigotry and selfish fear.

It is... painful. Seeing Alex’s walls up. He threw up sheets at Michael at first, and they’re mostly down for Liz and Maria, but with anyone else, he’s just walking around in the box made of lead and it hurts bc this is a man that has learned that everyone is the enemy until they’re not, and it hurts even more bc he’s been proven right so much.

Liz is gorgeous and fierce and i am Here For her fight for the truth and her logical processing and how she just tries so hard to shut out her emotions to get to the truth - tries, at least. I’m here for how adorable she is with Kyle and her softness with her father and her indignation and anger at a town of racists.

Episode 1 had me falling down that Echo well hard and tbh idk that I wanna crawl back up. Liz’s love for Max is this like, untouchable thing that’s been simmering under her skin for a decade and it’s very lovely to watch.

That said - I am Here For distractions and Kyle makes a lovely one.

Speaking of Kyle holy???? shit???? I love him??? so much???? I’ve seen Michael T in a few other things and he’s always been that like, douchebag character that gets duped by a big bad into being this hapless pawn in the evil plot that eventually learns the error of his ways. and RNM was setting him up to be exactly that. Except - Kyle didn’t fall for it. He questioned and pushed back and did his own digging and I am so proud of him??

I am also absolutely living for his complete acknowledgement and owning of his shitty behavior in the past. He doesn’t make excuses, he just tries to do better.

Iz - my dear, sweet, loving bb Izabel. I had v little love for her by the end of ep 1 but now holy shit this women, this golden goddess, she is so pure and good and she loves her boys more than anything else in the whole world and fuck she just Tries So Hard, she’s never stopped trying and hiding and ugh, that scene with Noah when she just tried to ignore all the trauma of that evening to be there for him like, i can’t.

Max has all the makings of a broodish toughguy leading male, and tbh i imagine eventually it might get annoying, but i am really enjoying his sibling sputtering and whining with Iz and his just like, flayed-alive openness of his feelings with Liz.

“You know what got me out of bed in the morning? How much i love you two” cue all the sobbing alien family feels yo, holy shit.

Max really isn’t doing anything right? Not with Liz, not with Iz or Michael, certainly not with Cam or Kyle even, but it just seems like he is drowning and flailing for any kind of lifeline and isn’t sure what the right path is and honestly? same.

We haven’t seen enough of Maria but i love her smirk and her hesitations and her tolerance. I enjoy that she’s always cheerful and has a smile, but when it cracks, oh does it shatter. Rosa is her weak spot and idk if she’ll ever heal from the wound she left behind.

I need Jesse Manes to die a fiery death.

ok so... Malex.

I had already seen the wake up scene but LET’S TALK ABOUT IT ANYWAY bc Alex waking up Michael by gently touching his body like he just can’t stop himself and Michael’s soft joy at Alex having stayed (you staaaayed) and Alex forever answering Michael’s questions with touch when he doesn’t have the words and ugh - that thumb. those lips. - i have a new sexual orientation and it’s those lips and that thumb.

Alex says anyone finding out about them would be bad and ugh, that hurts, that hurts so bad but Michael just. Sighs. don’t worry about it. Bc he’s resigned to having what little of Alex he can get and he’d do anything to keep it.

ALEX PLANNED A DATE. He showed up with a six pack and no, he’s not quite ready for a dinner and a movie thing, but he’s taking his baby steps where he can get them and he just wanted to sit on Michael’s tailgate and watch a movie with him and IT WAS SO PRECIOUS.

SEEN IT BEFORE. HATE HOW IT ENDS. ugh bb me too

But - Alex is still Alex. and Michael is still Michael. Michael has every reason in the world to fuck the system and take what he can get bc the system took everything from him. But Alex - he’s spent ten years crafting this person he thinks he wants to be. It’s not who his father wants him to be, not quite, but it’s someone with dignity and honor and principals bc that’s a person he thinks he can live with being. And fuck that is so valid.

And Michael - Michael says fuck principals. Fuck honor. Honor never saved him from the horrors he endured, why should he play by the rules? And fuck that is so valid.

MAYBE IT’S TIME WE ALL TELL THE TRUTH TO THE PEOPLE WE LOVE.

Alex found space ship! Isabel caused those girls’ deaths! Wyatt Long is a piece of shit! Noah left Iz :(

I have been reliably informed that episode 6 will kill me so - ~don’t forget to delete my internet history~

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alexanderlightweight · 5 years

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Serendipity pt 2

Alex woke in a strange place and froze. Instinct took over and he regulated his breathing, let his eyes barely flick open and tried to categorize his surroundings.

He wasn’t in his own bed or even at his own place. While he felt an odd sense of deja vu, it felt outdated, as thought it couldn’t possibly be real.

With movements as small as possible he tested each and every muscle and limb he could. His hands were unrestrained, his feet free as well and his mind wasn’t hazy, meaning that the headache he had was most likely exhaustion based and not drug induced. Despite those comforting facts, his body ached, every breath made his ribs feel tender and he could feel an uncomfortable bruise dangerously close to his spine.

When he licked his lips to wet them, he tasted blood and felt the sting that came with a newly scabbed lip bursting open. At the very least, they were minor injuries and nothing that would hinder him.

Alex stretched out, trying to see if there were any other bruises and frowned when his left foot hit his right. Idly he flexed the toes on his left foot and then his right, wondering just exactly he’d gotten himself into-

Alex drifted, panic making his heart beat double in his chest as he tried to wrangle down the adrenaline now crashing through his veins.

He didn’t know where he was, he couldn’t make any noise. It might not be safe.

None of this was possible. It couldn’t be and this had to be some kind of awful, trauma induced hallucination.

With that in mind he threw off the blankets and reached out, trying to figure out how to wake up. He’d had this dream before, where he’d had two limbs. Where he could vividly feel his leg and move his toes but when he looked at it or reached down a hand to pat it, there was nothing.

His hand met solid mass, his calf, shin and toes all solid in both his vision and beneath his fingers.

Alex prayed he was still dreaming, he couldn’t even begin to imagine what kind of fucked up situation he was in if he wasn’t.

The second thing that caught his attention was his hand, or more specifically, his nails. They were painted black, nail polish chipping at the edges and his wrist had leather and beaded bracelets.

Unwillingly he lifted his eyes and took in the room, his room.

Oh, he was definitely in a nightmare.

Posters of his favorite bands hung on his wall. A guitar against the closet, his backpack and homework strewn across a messy desk and, he winced- an open and half-empty first aid kit at the foot of his bed.

He was back under Jesse Mane’s roof, in his childhood bed and feeling an overwhelming sense wrongness at having both his leg back and the ache of a childhood gone bad.

Instantly he knew this could only be an alien problem and that it was either Michael or Liz’s fault.

Alex handled being injured easier than his teenage self ever had. He may not have the same mass, but he was used to compensating for an unfamiliar weight and for his limbs to work incorrectly. He dressed quickly, an old band shirt that was soft against his bruises, his tightest pair of jeans because he needed to feel the fabric against his right leg.

When he got to the bathroom he took a breath and looked unwilling, into the mirror. All of the piercings he’d let close over while in the Military were there, smudges of kohl under his eyes. Alex wondered when the face in the mirror had become such a stranger to him.

With slightly shaking fingers he found the stick of eyeliner that he’d expertly hid. His father always tried to throw them out and Alex just got more and more creative on where to hide them. One more rebellion in the never-ending war against his dad.

It took longer than it should have, his hands unused to what had once been second nature. He messed up a couple times and had to smear it away, forgetting about the makeup wipes he had hidden away.

It didn’t feel scary. Looking at himself and seeing a past he’d left behind, but it didn’t feel like a new beginning either.

Makeup wasn’t his armor anymore, it wasn’t a way for him to stand-up against his dad without words, but it felt nice all the same.

Alex as he was now didn’t need makeup or piercings. He’d stood his ground and taken his father down without any of it, that didn’t mean it wasn’t a weird kind of comforting, that some part of him hadn’t missed it.

Despite all of that, he limped a little walking to the door. It was a strange sort of agonizing, to have spent all that time and anger and emotions and pain on learning to live without his leg and now that he had it back, he didn’t know what to do with it.

Thankfully his dad had already left, Alex really didn’t want to deal with him before he figured out what was going on -or ever. It took three trips back to his room before he felt like he had everything, he’d never realized how much stuff he’d dragged to school everyday until now.

He hesitated at the front door, staring down at a skateboard he knew he’d used everyday during his teenage years, and knowing that if he tried to use it now, he’d fail.

Alex took a breath and tried to regulate everything and knowing that he was more than a little in shock and just using adrenaline to remain functioning.

Well, mostly functioning.

When he finally figured out what was going on, he was going to get Kyle and Isobel to help him wrangle both Michael and Liz. Then there was going to be a very intense intervention and they were going to create safety protocols because between the disaster genius duo, this shit was getting out of hand.

A frantic, almost violent, pounding on the front door knocked him from his thoughts and he pursed his lips in a scowl, trying to figure out just who would be that desperate to get any of the Mane’s attention. Hoping that it was someone with answers, he opened the door and was met with Michael looking both terrified and desperate on the other side.

“Alex,” Michael said and he felt his heart nearly seize with the relief that flooded his veins. For a moment he just stared at him, trying to figure out which Alex was in front of him and all he could do was breathe.

“Guerin,” was all the response he got and it was not a happy tone. Which, really didn’t give him any clues as to which Alex was in front of him. “What the fuck did you and Liz do now?”

Oh, nope. That was definitely his Alex. Honestly he should have known from the way Alex had his arms crossed over his chest, the straightness of his stance and the pissy little scowl that Michael secretly adored.

“Are you hurt?” He moved forward as he asked, stepping close enough that Alex had to move backwards and he shut the door behind him, using his powers without a second thought as his hands reached out to touch Alex. One went to firmly grip Alex’s arm and the other he caught Alex’s face with, not letting him move away. “Alex, please. I don’t know how any of this works, does anything feel wrong?”

“You mean besides waking up in a body I haven’t had in over a decade with a limb I lost over a year ago? In the house of a man who did his best to ruin both of our lives? Yeah Guerin, I’m fantastic.”

Michael really didn’t care about anything other than that, just used the grip Alex had allowed to reel him in, tugging until Alex was flush against him and Michael could wrap his arms tight around Alex’s rigid body.

“You have no idea, I didn’t... fuck Alex,” was all he could say and he buried his face in Alex’s neck. It took a long moment filled with the pounding of his own heart and the feeling of Alex’s throat convulsing as he swallowed against his cheek before the embrace was returned. In that moment Michael knew that as much as he’d wanted a second chance with Alex, to fix everything that had gone wrong between them. It wouldn’t have made things right.

He needed this Alex. The one who knew all the good and bad about him, the one who had hurt him and one he’d hurt in return. The Alex who, even when they were apart, would always be there for him. This Alex made him strong because he knew every single one of Michael’s weaknesses, just like Michael knew his. “I’m sorry,” he finally said, “I’m so sorry Alex but shit, I’m so glad you’re here too.”

Alex’s arms loosened a little as he tried to pull back and Michael tightened his own grip, not wanting to face him just yet and unwilling to let go of this rare moment where he got to hold Alex so close.

“Guerin, where exactly is here? What did you do?”

#roswell new mexico #roswell nm #malex #malex fic #serendipity #my fic #fanfic #alex manes #michael guerin #time travel au #I was not supposed to be working on this #but a different fic but this one wanted to be written today soooo #writing #fanfiction #roswell nm fic #angst #I will post on ao3 later

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ao3feedrnm · 4 years

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by Nestra

Sometimes things have to break before they can be made whole.

Words: 1138, Chapters: 1/5, Language: English

Fandoms: Roswell New Mexico (TV 2019)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Michael Guerin, Alex Manes, Maria DeLuca, Isobel Evans, Liz Ortecho, Kyle Valenti

Relationships: Michael Guerin/Alex Manes, Maria DeLuca/Michael Guerin

Additional Tags: 5 Things, Post-Season/Series 01 Finale, no S2 spoilers, Angst with a Happy Ending, Canon Gay Character, Canon Bisexual Character, Canon Queer Relationship, Psychological Trauma, Michael Guerin's secret pibble heart, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Aliens, boy do they both need therapy, Caulfield, Maria DeLuca is a badass and I will hear nothing said against her, attempts at adult conversation, Bisexual Disaster Michael Guerin

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #Roswell New Mexico

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privateguerin · 5 years

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I bet y'all can't wait to see me have an emotional breakdown so here are my feelings on 1x06

-just... hitting us right off the bat with some good old Michael Trauma™, huh? Okay, cool cool cool cool

-btw the baby pod squad is cute I don't care they've just killed a man. he deserved it anyway

-JESUS CHRIST PUNK EMO ALEX I,,,, CAN'T

-was I. Was I right. Were Isobel and Rosa lesbianing

-OH MY GOD THEY ARE HOLDING HANDS

-"you really do live in your truck" "all the rumours about YOU true?" OUCH

-baby Malex is already gonna make me cry and we are eight minutes in let's keep it going babyyyy

-Max is such a fucking mess shdggs Isobel making fun of him is a mood

-oh shit was Iz making friends with Rosa during blackouts

-shddhfdkhd Mr Ortecho threatening Kyle is so iconic

-teen pod squad is the only thing I care about

-goddamnit Kyle

-FUCK HIM UP ALEX

-shfdhfdhhfs I bet you Iz was being mind controlled or something (by the hypothetical fourth alien I guess) which is unfortunate

-Max quoting Shakespeare? I love one man

-also uuuh baby Echo is also super cute!!!! I would die for them!!!!!!!!

-I haven't really been paying attention to the time taglines so I can't tell if the fact that we've moved to June 2008 means we've moved back or forward in time but for the sake of my sanity I'm going to assume it's forward

-I'm so happy we are getting awkward baby gay disasters Michael and Alex

-Michael's dramatic gasp at Max saying he'll ask Liz out is still one of my favourite things ever

-"I know those moments" OH MICHAEL YOU BI DISASTER I LOVE YOU SO MUCH

-FOB reference we really are bringing back the 2008 spirit

-oh my god I'm beaming baby Echo is!!!! Wonderful

-god the kiss WAS in the ufo museum I can't believe my fic is canon

-shddhds I listened to this song so much while making a gifset that it kind of gives me war flashbacks now

-can't believe we've actually been blessed with the first Malex kiss I'm gonna cry

-also I love that first moment of hesitation where you can see Michael being like "okay how do I put this into words" and then he just goes fuck it and kisses Alex I'm so emotional

-also anyone gonna point out!!! Even more Echo/Malex parallels!!!!!!! It's almost like... they're the two big love stories of this show

-omg awkward giggly baby Malex is EVERYTHING, I'm DYING

-Echo planning their first date as a long ass road trip shdghjn I freaking can't

-oh NO

-NO NO NO NO NO NO

-jesus christ I always saw Jesse Manes breaking Michael's hand as the worst case scenario but I was RIGHT and I am. So fucking sickened

-I had made a list of ways to insult Manes for this episode but I'm so disgusted that I can't even think of any except that he's a horrible, horrible man, and deserves nothing but pain

-did? Did the whole Iz & Rosa thing happen shortly after Michael's hand got broken? Because it looks like the same night, but then how would Liz know that Michael's hand was already broken?

-ooh no okay I guess if they circulated a rumour that Michael had gotten into a fight that would make sense, and this also explains why Max didn't say anything when Michael said he'd been the one who killed those girls, and why he didn't heal Michael's hand

-there is still so much to explain, mostly WHY any of this happened in the first place

-also... at the cost of being repetitive.... Michael has literally done nothing except try to protect the people he loves and he deserves better than this

-Isobel: maybe we are all killers! Me: huh actually if you look up "innocent baby" on a dictionary you'll find a photo of Michael Guerin?

-also wow shfdf I can't believe that "has never killed anyone" goes to add to the list of things that divide Michael from Max & Iz

-Liz is. One hundred percent right to be angry because all of this really fucked things up for the Ortechos but from an outside perspective,,,, Max was just trying to protect Isobel so like,,,,, conflict of interest I guess

-to close this off: Jesse Manes thinks pulp fiction is about juice making. He likes Jar Jar Binks. He's one of those whiny ass straight white men pulling a tantrum over the fact that the new Star Trek tv show has a main gay couple in it. Jesse Manes would out Peter Parker as Spiderman because that's how much of a little bitch he is

PS: I went to post this and noticed that Roswell is trending rn,,,, this episode really fucked us up huh

#roswell new mexico #roswell cw #roswell #malex #echo #michael guerin #alex manes #max evans #liz ortecho #isobel evans #gen #shut up bianca nobody cares

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douxreviews · 5 years

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Roswell, New Mexico - ‘Tearin' Up My Heart’ Review

“Hypothesis: Max Evans killed my sister.”

Liz is an amazing liar. She is adept at assessing people’s emotions and using partial truths as a misdirection, obscuring her true goals. By offering her scientific skills, displaying her natural curiosity, and playing on their long-standing friendship, as well as Max’s feelings for her, Liz convinces Max to do the one thing he fears most. Having a scientist experiment on him. However, the person she is most adept at lying to is herself.

Liz could have taken her San Diego grant money and left Roswell with or without dear old Dad. The realization that her sister did not kill herself or the two other innocent girls in a drugged-out haze and the desire to find out the truth is undoubtedly a compelling reason to stay. Especially for someone with Liz’s sense of fairness and the above-mentioned curiosity. Yet, for all her bluster about being objective in her search for proof that Max killed Rosa, she spends an awful lot of time justifying his behavior and excusing the evidence.

Liz dismisses her arm injury to Kyle even as she is legitimately afraid to let Max touch her. Her inability to dismiss the damage Max inflicted on the EKG machine causes her to shift her investigation into what Rosa may have done to instigate Max’s actions. While I agree that Max would not have hurt Rosa without cause, I am a) privy to information that Liz is not, and b) not related to the victim. Liz’s willingness to blame the victim has more to do with her unexamined feelings than logic or objectivity. She consistently cannot put aside her residual anger towards and feelings of abandonment by her sister or the attraction and, dare I say it, love she feels for Max.

Which is why it isn’t until she finds Max’s letter that she is convinced of his guilt and confronts him. And you have to wonder how much of that is undergirded by jealousy. After all, his declaration that he has always loved her and he could never kill anyone that she loved stops her cold. That is as true for her as is the knowledge that he is not being completely honest with her.

I think we can agree that she’s not being completely honest with herself either. Her opening monologue acknowledges that her feelings for Max go back to her mother’s abandonment. She tells Maria of her attraction to Max on multiple occasion then later confesses to Maria that she was engaged to the “perfect” man that she felt nothing for. And for the pièce de résistance you have Isobel reading Liz’s mind and acknowledging the depth of her feelings for Max. The word “love” may not have crossed anyone’s lips, but the implication is clear.

Speaking of Isobel, her and Noah’s relationship is just odd. She doesn’t come home for dinner and he waits until the next afternoon to find out where she was? She basically tells him that her brother is the most important person in the world to her and he doesn’t get jealous, he merely offers to be more attentive. While I think we could all wish for husband (or wife) that was so kind and thoughtful, it doesn’t seem very realistic.

And what of Isobel’s argument with Max? Regardless of her reasons, her assessment of Liz was right on the money. Liz is investigating them and it’s not for benevolent purposes. Her accusation that Max would do anything just to be close to Liz is spot on as well. Is Max’s claim that she’s using his life as a distraction from her messed up relationship with Noah as accurate? Or is he throwing the barb he knows will cause the most damage as only a family member can?

With the possible exception of Maria, whom we still know very little about, Michael is the most honest of the lot. He is unapologetic about who he is, what he does, or what he wants despite the pain it inevitably causes him. Alex seems to be the antithesis of that. He vacillates between hiding and flaunting his sexuality just as he seems to both crave and despise his father’s approval. This is a man deeply uncomfortable with who he is. This doesn’t bode well for their relationship.

The Rosa Magical Mystery tour led to the discovery that Rosa was befriended by someone using the pseudonym Ophiuchus, which doesn’t strike me as a typical high school choice. Given Rosa’s comments in Isobel’s flashes, I would suspect Isobel but she’d remember something like that. Is she picking up on someone else’s memories?

Have you noticed Isobel is the only one interested in maintaining the status quo? Liz wants answers. Max wants Liz. Michael wants, to quote Isobel “his person,” and while Alex may not be sure what he wants, the status quo is definitely not it.

What do we know:

Max has never been sick.

Whatever has been building in him since he healed Liz was strong enough to take out the power to all of Roswell.

We get confirmation that Rosa was not in favor of a relationship between Max and Liz. She previously told Liz that Max should be in her rearview and here she hid his letter to Liz. Did she know something we and Liz don’t?

Kyle, despite believing Liz’s investigation of her sister’s death could prove dangerous, refuses to betray her confidence. How much of that is because of his feelings for Liz or his distrust of Manes is anybody’s guess.

Speaking of Chief Master Sargent Manes, he and Valenti Sr. had a falling out. The question is when and over what. My suspicion is that it was over expediency. Manes strikes me as an “any means necessary“ kind of guy and Kyle continually speaks of his father’s code which included “innocent until proven guilty.” Those two philosophies seldom mix.

Roswell, New Mexico is brought to us by the several members of The Originals and The Vampire Diaries production team. Thus the casting of Nathan Parsons, Riley Voelkel, and Michael Trevino. And as with their predecessors, they have shown a willingness to burn through plot. Where other shows would have dragged out Liz and Max’s confrontation till at least the mid-season finale, here we barely make it through one episode. The end result is I have no idea where we’re headed but I am enjoying the ride.

4 out of 5 Blackouts.

Parting Thoughts:

This week’s title refers to the NSYNC song by the same name.

Max’s nerd boner over a first edition Walt Whitman brought a smile to my face. It’s not Russian literature but we are 3 for 3 on Max’s bookworm references.

While we’re meant to see Liz and her father in a sympathetic light. The Powers That Be don’t shy away from alternative views. While Sheriff Valenti, a neutral bystander in the overall narrative, won’t go out of her way to deport Arturo Ortecho, she’s not shy in her condemnation of the fact that he came to the country illegally while others, including her own family, sacrificed to do it the right way. We don’t live in a black and white world and I’m always pleased when writers and producers are willing to show it.

Minor Gaff: When Isobel announces that the fundraiser has doubled last year's donations, Noah is standing in the audience cheering. Yet when she gets home, she tells him the same info, and he acts like he never heard it.

Quotes

Liz: “You can relax. I left my scalpel at home." Max: “Oh, good. Cause I saw what you did to that frog freshman year, and it was not pretty.”

Isobel: “I have the entire Air Force here for the veteran fundraiser, and you’re out here playing what, alien autopsy?"

Kyle: “I know you want to believe Max is a golden retriever, but he’s a frigging’ X-file, Liz.”

Alex: “You’re awake.” Michael: “You stayed.”

Isobel: “I just came from Max’s. He’s letting Liz experiment on him.” Michael: “Please say ‘sexually.’”

Maria: “I didn’t want to invade her privacy, even now.” Liz: “Well, as a little sister, invading my big sister’s privacy is my born prerogative. Even now.”

Jenna: “Yeah, why not. Let’s go to the drive-in. Maybe after you can take me to the malt shop and then pin your letter on my sweater.”

Michael: “So are you going to mind-warp Liz before or after Mars Attacks?”

Maria: “If we’re stalking, I need a corn dog.”

Max: “I was really hoping for E.T. this year.” Isobel: “Xenophobia sells more tickets.”

Michael: “Guess you’re still the guy looking for any excuse to walk away, huh?" Alex: “Maybe. And you’re still so good at giving them to me.”

Manes: “We shared one goal. To protect our town and our world from the imminent alien threat.” Kyle: “Imminent? The crash was in 1947. If they pose a threat to humanity, they’re taking their sweet time.”

Manes: “Although you should know there’s one fatal flaw in our system. Innocent until proven guilty means that justice can only be served after disaster has struck.”

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Shari loves sci-fi, fantasy, supernatural, and anything with a cape.

#Roswell New Mexico #Roswell #Liz Ortecho #Max Evans #Roswell Reviews #Doux Reviews #TV Reviews

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manesalex · 5 years

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Before I start writing and sharing my RNM rewatch thoughts, I wanted to post a little disclaimer of sorts.

I subscribe to this theory I read years ago (back in the days of LJ and I wish I had a link to it) that we all watch our own versions of any given show. For example, I watched The Walking Dead for years. The main character at the time was Rick. I did not watch The Rick Show. In fact, I didn’t even enjoy The Rick Show. I watched The Carol Show. I loved her in a way I thought I could never love a fictional character (I may already be worse when it comes to Alex). Whether or not Carol was treated as a main character or even present varied wildly, I watched for her. I still remember the days of season 4, when she was gone for an incredibly stressful nine episodes in a row. The Carol Show was on hiatus then, even though The Walking Dead was still airing. If and when they kill her off, The Carol Show will have been cancelled (I stopped watching a while ago though). I watched the rest of the show, but I watched it more casually. It was that show you can turn off at the end of the episode and set aside. I couldn’t set The Carol Show aside. (I also started watching The Tara Show when she appeared.)

So, how does that apply to my RNM watching?

I watch The Alex Manes Show. And sometimes The Malex Show. I love the other characters. I actually love them enough that I’d still probably watch and love the show if we had never met Alex (if they got rid of him, however, it would ruin it for me). I might even be a member of the fandom. But I watch The Alex Show. I instinctively watch the scenes for how they affect him. For how he’s feeling. For his story arc. I can step back and watch for the others and focus on their stories, but it’s not where I naturally am. I cried through the finale because of Alex and he wasn’t even on the screen. I’m that emotional disaster.

You may watch The Alex Manes Show and see everything completely differently from me. And that’s cool. I’m not going to tell you that you’re watching the show wrong (if I do, please yell at me) and I’d request the same courtesy in return.

You may watch The Liz Ortecho Show, for example. Or The Echo Show. Or any other version of the show. And that’s awesome! I’ll happily read your thoughts (when I have time because I have a whole ton of meta to read in my drafts). I’ll reblog gifsets. I may even make gifsets for you (I’m not open for requests yet to anyone but my Roswell mom friends, but that may change in the future). But that’s not the show I watch. And I hope that’s okay with you. If it’s not, well, I’m not a fan of “You’re watching this wrong”. What we’ve been given on screen is canon. Our interpretations of that canon are ours alone.

We all watch it through our own lenses and our own experiences. So I may bring up my own life experiences when I feel its relevant to explain my feelings, understanding, or interpretation of the show.

Also, I don’t write traditional meta per se. I never have. I just watch the episodes and write out my thoughts and interpretations while watching them. So I’ll discuss many storylines in each post. I’ll also probably be referencing things we’ve seen in the past and/or things we’ll see in the future (of what’s aired anyway). I’ll also probably be addressing some criticism I have of the decisions the writers have made.

Lastly, if you haven’t noticed, I tend to ramble. A lot. So, I apologize. But I promise to use the “read more” in future posts. Or, as I refer to it “the cut”. Because I may have joined tumblr a long time ago and I may be finally adapting to its medium, but I was most definitely made for LJ. See the rambling.

#molly rewatches roswell new mexico #molly rewatches rnm #the alex manes show #i apologize for any spelling or grammar errors #finally finished my appreciation week gifsets for now #and i have a few other projects to post about #but i think i'm ready to start taking this on #i hope to have my first rewatch up next weekend #it'll be slower going than i'd like but... *shrugs*#life #busy #many projects

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laurenkmyers · 5 years

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top 5 roswell characters

Oooh okay this kind of changed so much as the show went on but when I really get down and think about it this is my top 5 in order:

1. Michael Guerin- I connected to him instantly. In a way I never really have before with any character. He’s like the OG Michael (who I also adored) in so many ways but he’s also so much more. He’s raw and open and vulnerable- which is a genuine pleasure to watch on screen. He’s not afraid to have emotions, but he still has that hardened edge that I can’t help but feel to my very core. He’s not perfect, by any means. He’s made some shitty decisions and is super flawed, but I can’t help but love him. He the bi icon this disaster bi needs in her life right now.

2. Alex Manes- this man has been through so goddamn much and I admire the fuck out of him. He’s suffered for so long and he’s finally realised that he doesn’t have to live in his abusive father’s shadow anymore. He’s an intelligent, kind, beautiful man with a heart of gold and to see him coming back to himself brings me to the verge of tears, especially when I think about how far he’s come. I’m so proud of him. I will defend this man till my dying breath. He deserves the world.

3. Kyle Valenti- He has been the most surprising character for me thus far. He has had such a journey from homophobic asshole jock to this wonderful, kind, caring, and compassionate human being. I have so much respect for him. The last episode just solidified his place in my top 3 because he showed everyone that you can be the change you want to see in the world. You don’t have to lose yourself or your morals simply because you’re in pain. He’s just a really decent man.

4. Liz Ortecho- she is pure fire and I aim to be more like Liz every single goddamn day. She knows what she wants and she goes and gets it. She’s one of the strongest female characters I’ve seen in a long time and I continue to be amazed by her. I also love how brutally honest she is. I’ve always believed honesty is the best policy (even when it hurts) and she shows me how true statement is.

5. Jenna Cameron- I’m not going to lie and say I wasn’t weary of her character when she was first introduced, and that is purely my own fault for falling into the goddamn misogynistic trap that any female character who is deemed ‘competition’ for the main ship is ultimately a bad person. I fully put my hands up and admit that I thought we had another Tess scenario on our hands with Jenna but she fucking knocked me out of the park. Jenna is a sassy motherfucking badass who owns my heart. She stole it immediately when she told Max she wanted ‘a case load of tequila, and no less than three orgasms’. MY KIND OF WOMAN. She takes no shit from anyone and I need a woman like that in my life.

#roswell new mexico #rnm #this got long #i'm sorry #but also not sorry #thank you rai #alexmanes

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