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18. “This is without a doubt the stupidest plan you’ve ever had. Of course I’m in.”
Alex and Kyle had come a long way since high school. For a while Alex wanted to hold a grudge, hated the person Kyle had become when he realised that popularity was an option for him.
And he did hold onto that, for a while, at least until Jim Valenti died. At that point Alex had one of those moments where he realised that the world was bigger than his teenage anger, and people were more than who they thought they needed to be in high school.
The first few times they started to interact again after Alex got back from his last tour he definitely felt that decade-old bitterness rising in his throat, and it took a while before he was ready to part with it. Well, a while and a few alien mishaps.
But spending time together again, Alex had started to remember why they got along so well as kids outside the forced proximity. Now, they spent time together a couple of times a week, either with their alien counterparts or without.
On this particular day though, Kyle and Alex had set up their meeting weeks earlier, because it wasn't just a casual catch up. Alex was using his tech skills to help Kyle set up the perfect proposal, and Michael had been enlisted to keep Isobel away until everything was ready.
"Give me a few broken bones, some corroded arteries even, I can fix up a human body no problem but wires and metal and... programming, no thank you," he said as he watched Alex hook his hard drive into the computer at the drive in. They (Alex) had hooked up some old monitors around the lot, then connected to the main projector. When the sun was setting he would get all of Kyle's carefully curated film segments together to play in the right sequence, and on the right monitors. At least he would when the systems started talking to each other like they were supposed to. "Seriously, thank you Alex. You don't have to do this if you don't want to, I can just find a less technological way of doing this."
Alex snorted out a laugh, looking up at him with a raised brow.
“This is without a doubt the stupidest plan you’ve ever had," he grinned. "Of course I’m in.”
It was Kyle's turn to snort derisively, folding his arms over his chest as he looked down at Alex who had gone back to tinkering with the connection ports.
"I'm sorry this is the stupidest? This? Not the time we were kids and I thought it would be smart to have you lock me in that rusty old fridge in summer? Or when I thought hey, you know what would be a good idea? Open heart surgery, on an alien?"
Alex raised an eyebrow because clearly, the pressure was getting to him. "To be fair, the heart surgery wasn't your plan. And it was a success."
"And the fridge?" Kyle said with a huff.
"I've seen sweatier men than that."
"Don't elaborate."
"I mean," Alex said with a grin. "Relying on Michael to keep a secret all the while spending the day with Isobel. I'll figure this bit out eventually, but he's the real wildcard here."
"He's kept bigger secrets, don't you think?" Kyle said.
"Yeah but this is a secret that will eventually be coming out, so there's really no motive for him to keep it. Hand me that hard drive would you?"
"What, you think Michael's going to ruin it?" Kyle said as he grabbed the hard drive from the backpack and handed it to Alex.
"No, I gave him a stern talking to."
"A stern talking to or I'll give you a spanking if you're a bad boy?"
"Hey, don't question the method if it gives you the results you want," Alex grinned. "And that would hardly be a deterrent."
Kyle rolled his eyes and ran his hands over his face.
"I'm just saying," he said. "Thanks, for helping."
"I'm your friend Kyle, that's what friends do when one of them wants to do an elaborate proposal," he said, looking up at him with a grin. "Especially when you're the tech-guy friend."
He turned back to the computer, finally opening up the sequencing program so he could stage the timing and hook up the visual to the right monitors.
Kyle thought about those words for a moment. His teeth dug into his bottom lip as he thought about what they meant, everything they had been through. How Alex had always upheld his end, and Kyle had let his end fall apart.
"Sorry I wasn't a better one," he said softly, and Alex turned back to him with a curious gaze.
"If you're talking about things that happened almost fifteen years ago-"
"I know I've probably said it before," he said, cutting Alex off. "But I don't really think there's a statute of limitations on treating someone like crap and then asking them to help you propose to your girlfriend."
Alex exhaled slowly, looking back at Kyle with kind eyes and waiting for him to say what he needed to.
"I just mean that I'm sorry for everything that happened between us. I guess the last couple of years especially have made me see it but I thought about it a lot after high school. I mean those friendships were just hollow and I didn't realise until I left. Thought about you a lot in those 10 years."
"I didn't really think about you," Alex said with a shrug.
"Fair, and I get that."
"I mean," Alex said with a fond shake of his head. "At least not until your dad. And I know how much it hurt me to hear about what happened to him. So all I could think was how much you must be hurting. Even thought about calling but changed my mind straight away because all I could remember was who you were when I left. And then I got back from a war and, I just didn't have the energy to hold that anger, you know? Suddenly seemed kind of stupid, to still be affected by something from high school."
Kyle made a humming sound as Alex made a satisfied sigh as he turned back to look at him.
"Is this you telling me I'm stupid?" Kyle said, eyes narrowed but a smile playing on his mouth.
"No," Alex shrugged, looking up at him with a grin. "But if that's what you took out of it I'm not going to correct you. I think I've got this all set by the way. You sure you're ready?"
"Hey, you make it look easy," Kyle said. "And you married Michael."
They chucked together, followed by a moment of quiet until Alex got to his feet.
"For the record," he said, reaching out to put a hand on Kyle's shoulder. "What I meant when I said this was a stupid plan was that you don't have to go all out on the proposal, intimate and simple works just as well."
"You think I should find a secret alien dimension and use the phrases 'I'm dying' and 'marry me' in the same sentence?" he said with a raised brow.
Alex rolled his eyes and lightly smacked his shoulder.
"Could probably meet in the middle somewhere."
Luckily, Alex had finished with perfect timing. He messaged Michael to bring Isobel down, and by the time the truck was pulling up the sun was shedding a soft orange and pink glow over the horizon.
Alex watched Kyle exhale heavily as he heard the doors closing and gave him a nudge with his elbow.
"Too late to back down now," he said, and Kyle turned to him with soft eyes.
"Thanks Alex," he said, nodding to him with that nervous excitement brewing inside him. "Really, I mean it."
Alex rolled his eyes again and reached out to pull Kyle into a hug. They had probably done it in the years since they reconnected, but it felt like the first time, the start of a friendship fully renewed, leaving the stubbornness of their past behind them.
They broke apart when Isobel's voice called out somewhere across the lot, Alex reaching over to start the sequence for Kyle.
"Go on," he said. "Really no turning back now."
Kyle grinned, one last tap to Alex's shoulder as he ran towards his place.
As Alex watched him disappear between the old pallets and the screen, Michael slowly crept up beside him.
"That was adorable," he teased.
"Shut up," Alex said, leaning into him as they found a vantage point to watch.
They'd all come such a long way since seventeen, and in a weird way, Alex wouldn't change a thing.
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My first kylex fic! I'm editing it right now and I'm super excited about it 😊 Even though it's stupidly angsty, I've had a lot of fun delving into the post-prom, lost friendship of Kyle and Alex and having them discuss at length all of that (along with other things in their lives). It has been cathartic for my internal Kyle and Alex.
Hopefully I can get it posted soon because I can't wait to share it, even though it's not that popular of a ship. It should be! Friends to enemies > enemies to lovers?? What's not to love? 🤩
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Kylex; skinny-dipping + body-worship. <3
Kyle refused to move his eyes away from the fireplace. If he did, he knew where his gaze would wander, and he wasn’t willing to risk getting caught. Again.
No matter how Alex pretended not to notice, Kyle was sure he’d seen him staring more than once. How could he not have, with the long minutes Kyle had found himself tracing Alex’s jaw with his eyes, the way Tripp Manes’s dog tags hung off his strong neck, his forearms and the bracelets he’d taken to wearing.
When Kyle had all but pulled Alex into his car for a forced weekend getaway at his family’s old cabin by the lake, he honestly hadn’t done it for any reason other than the fact that he’d watched his friend suffer over his breakup with Forrest Long and Michael Guerin’s inability to make the first move and he’d wanted him to have a break.
It wasn’t until Alex had fallen asleep on the road with his head on Kyle’s shoulder, a true testament to his exhaustion as Alex didn’t usually fall asleep in the middle of the day, that Kyle realized something he’d only vaguely noted before; Alex smelled like vanilla. And jasmines. And pastries. Did he know that? Did he know how good he smelled?
Kyle had thought that a moment to himself as he drove would be okay to indulge in his private musings, but then they’d gotten to the cabin and Kyle had found himself watching the way Alex’s shoulder blades contracted under his shirt. He’d grown more toned since that year he’d gone off to fight Project Shepherd. Not that he hadn’t been gorgeous before.
Of course, then, Kyle wondered why he’d noticed Alex’s body at all since his return to Roswell and told himself to stop. Alex had always been a handsome guy, and there was nothing wrong with a man acknowledging his best friend’s beauty.
Except then most men didn’t imagine running their hands over their best friend’s long, strong back or pressing their lips to their best friend’s sun-kissed soldiers and seeing if they were as warm as they looked.
He ran a hand over his face, exhaling shakily.
“You okay?” Alex asked, nudging his shoulder and sitting down beside him, his good leg crossed, his other stretched out near the fire. “You’ve been quiet since we got here.”
Kyle pursed his lips and shook his head. “No, no, I’m – uh . . . I’m not interrupting anything important, right? I mean, your enlistment justended, and you’ve barely had a second to breathe –”
“Well,” Alex raised an amused brow, “that’s what this trip is for, right? For me to breathe?”
“Right,” Kyle ducked his head, hugging his knees tighter to his chest, gripping his wrist as he ran over what to say. “I just don’t want you to feel like you were forced to come, or like you’re wasting the first real downtime you’ve ever had humoring me here.”
Alex shrugged his shoulders. “I’m not really an expert on what to do in your downtime, but spending it with a friendly face doesn’t seem like the wrong way.”
“Friendly face,” Kyle smiled to himself. It made his heart swell to think that as everyone in Alex’s life turned their backs to him, he still found a friend in Kyle. A comfort. And here Kyle was, unable to help but fantasize about him. “You know I love you, right?” he blurted.
Alex’s eyebrows rose and he laughed. “Seriously, are you okay?”
“I wouldn’t do anything to ruin our friendship,” he said. “I need you to understand that you’ll always have me in your corner.”
Alex’s smile softened as he looked back to the fireplace, his shoulders scrunching. “I know that. And, for what it’s worth, I love you, too.”
Kyle held his gaze firmly. “It’s worth a damn lot.”
Alex nodded in acknowledgment and leaned over to put his head on Kyle’s shoulder again. Once again, Kyle couldn’t help but breathe Alex in, inhaling his scent. His eyes fluttered and he caught himself just in time.
He stood. “Uh – hey, did you see the lake?”
“Oh,” Alex blinked, startled, “not really, to be honest, I was kind of tired when we got here.”
Kyle grinned, holding out a hand. “Well, that’s not right. You’ve got to see the lake, c’mon.”
Alex started to laugh. “Now? It’s the middle of the night!”
“Perfect timing!” He grabbed Alex’s hand and pulled him up with one tug, making Alex laugh harder.
“Okay, okay,” he said. “Just give me a second to put on my shoes. Weirdo.”
Kyle definitely didn’t stare as Alex bent over to put on his boots, didn’t take note of the way his straight hair fell so perfectly over his eyes, or the way his arms looked when he tugged his sleeves up to his elbows.
“You ready to go?” Alex asked, and Kyle realized he’d zoned out.
He could’ve sworn he saw Alex hide a smirk as he followed. “Y-Yeah! Yeah, totally.”
The walk to the lake was a short one, but with Alex’s hand in Kyle’s to help over rocks and an unsteady path, with the world around them turned to silence and the reminder that they were completely alone out here with no one else around for miles, Kyle’s mind turned the walk into a week-long journey.
He didn’t take note of it before, how isolated he and Alex were out here. He imagined them in the cabin, he imagined who would hear them if Alex slipped into his bed, if Kyle slipped into him, if Alex screamed Kyle’s name and begged him to go harder –
“There it is,” Alex breathed, and Kyle woke from his thoughts. Laying before them was a large lake as still as glass and turned silver by moonlight. “Wow,” he smiled. “That’s gorgeous.”
“Yeah,” Kyle murmured, still watching Alex and the way his dark eyes reflected the silver of the lake. “Gorgeous.”
Alex bit his lower lip. “You know . . . there’s something I’ve always wanted to do.”
“What?”
Alex gave him a mischievous grin, and reached down, tugging the hem of his shirt up until he was standing there, his chest bare.
“W-What’re you –”
Alex cut him off as he stripped himself of his pants, and Kyle managed a gasp before he quickly averted his eyes. He heard Alex sit and undo his prosthetic, and the next thing he knew, there was a splash and Alex was bobbing above the lake’s surface, his hair sleeked back, his grin wide.
“Whoa!” he laughed loudly. “The water’s awesome!”
Kyle couldn’t help it. Even as his heart hammered at the clothes left at his side and the knowledge that Alex was naked, a laugh burst through his own lips.
Alex hung his head back until his ears were underwater, his eyes fluttering shut with something Kyle had never seen in him before; peace. Kyle hesitated for a good whole minute before he pulled off his own shirt and pants. He expected the lake to be freezing, but the air outside was actually warm and the water was the same.
As he stepped into the lake, he realized Alex was pointedly staring at him. His cheeks flushed, but something in him hoped that no matter what, Alex wouldn’t look away from him. He liked having his best friend’s eyes on him, raking his very naked body.
He ducked under the surface of the water and reemerged a few feet from Alex, scooping him up in his arms.
“Ah!” Alex yelped and laughed as Kyle picked him up easily with the help of the water and spun him around, nearly bringing them both back under the surface.
Kyle realized too late that his little joke had brought his and Alex’s bodies together, and that even through the water, he could feel Alex’s chest, his stomach, his length against his own. He cleared his throat as he set a still-smiling Alex down and put a few feet between them.
“Well?” Alex splashed some water in his face. “Isn’t this amazing?”
“It really is,” Kyle heaved, letting his head fall back as Alex had done. For a moment, he heard nothing. Then he felt the soft touch of fingers to his back and he sighed softly. He opened his eyes and let his feet touch the lake floor again, but the hands on his back never left. Alex slowly raised his fingers up to Kyle’s shoulder blades, then his shoulders.
Kyle bit his lower lip, letting his head roll back, urging Alex to press against him, to kiss the trail his fingers were leaving, up his neck, his jaw. His lips parted in anticipation, but Alex only put distance between them.
Kyle frowned and looked over his shoulder to find Alex exhaling shakily through pursed lips, the heels of his palms pressed into his eyes as though to wake himself from this dream.
“What –” Kyle shook his head. “Why’d you stop?”
Alex dropped his hands and looked at Kyle like he was sure he’d heard him wrong. His brows were furrowed. “What? Look, I’m – I’m sorry, I don’t know what I was thinking, I’m sorry.”
He sounded so afraid, like he was terrified he was going to be refused again or turned down. Like he was going to be reminded, once again, how unwanted he was, and didn’t want to hear it from the last person he had left.
It made Kyle angry, but not at Alex. Never at Alex. Only at everyone who ever decided that Alex’s feelings weren’t worth anything. That his friendship and love weren’t worth it.
“I’m not,” Kyle blurted. He swallowed, wondered if he should’ve played it off as a joke, but Alex had had enough people refuse to fight for him. There were already two men who’d refused themselves and never stopped to wonder what it would do to Alex’s mind. Kyle wouldn’t make that mistake. He closed the distance between them, taking Alex’s wrists and urging him closer. “It’s okay, Alex. You can – you can do what you want.”
Alex, however, didn’t look the least bit relieved or eager or as hungry for contact as Kyle felt. Instead, he looked . . . hurt.
He moved back. “Am I that pathetic to you? You think I need a – a pity kiss or something?”
“Alex,” Kyle growled, keeping tight hold of Alex’s hands and hoping to whoever listened that he wasn’t making a mistake. But Alex was worth the risk. He’d always been worth it. “I’ve been fantasizing about touching you since that day at the cabin.”
Alex’s brows furrowed and he thought back. “The day you were going to break in?”
“And you caught me right on time,” said Kyle, grinning. “You were so freaking cool–”
Alex huffed a laugh. “You’re – you’re lying, I’m not . . . I’m . . . look, let’s just back inside.”
“No,” Kyle said, putting Alex’s hands on his own chest and taking Alex’s waist in his hands, pulling him in until their thighs brushed. “No, Alex.”
Alex seemed dazed as Kyle leaned in, for just a second, before he snapped out of his thoughts and looked away. “I can’t,” he breathed. “I can’t lose you.”
Kyle hated them then. Everyone that ever made Alex feel like he had to choose between friendship and love, everyone that was ever supposed to protect Alex’s heart and instead broke it. He hated everyone that made Alex this afraid.
He took Alex’s chin in his hand and turned his head, his lips hovering against Alex’s own. His voice fierce, he promised, “You could never lose me.”
And before Alex could object again, Kyle closed the distance between their mouths, taking Alex’s lips in his own and kissing him. The first thing he noted was that Alex whimpered softly when he was kissed, and it made Kyle want to swallow the sound and whatever else he was willing to give him. The second was that Alex’s lips were as soft as he’d always imagined and they were making it hard for Kyle’s doctor mind to absorb anything else except how good it felt.
Alex hesitated, but the longer Kyle kissed him, the bolder he got, and his mouth pressed firmly back against Kyle’s.
“Alex,”Kyle breathed before he could help himself, and did what he’d been wanting to do all day. He reached around and let his palms press against Alex’s shoulder blades, feeling the way the muscles turned pliant under his fingers. He dragged his nails down Alex’s spine and Alex hissed, pressing his body against Kyle’s.
Kyle gasped as he felt Alex’s length against his own, and he tilted his head, deepening the kiss, not wanting to be away from Alex for a single second. The water rippled softly around them, Alex’s hands ran up and down his chest, down his stomach, and hesitated just at the bush of wiry hair between his legs.
Kyle imagined Alex’s expert hand on him, stroking him, and found his body keening into Alex’s touch.
“Please,” he breathed, “please touch me, baby.”
Alex’s eyes were half-lidded, wary, but he reached down between them, and Kyle’s mouth fell open as Alex’s fingers closed around him. His palm was rough and pure pleasure against Kyle’s length.
His head hung back and he thrusted his hips against Alex’s fist, eager to feel more of him at the same time. He reached down Alex’s back and grabbed a cheek, pulling Alex’s hips in against his and feeling his own rock-hard length.
He hesitated for only a second before he reached a finger between his ass and stuck one into his tight hole. Alex gasped, and his and Kyle’s foreheads pressed together, nothing but the sound of their grunts and moans as they touched each other, grabbing onto whatever muscle they could, feeling one another’s chests, nipples, their stomachs pressed together, their hips rutting together until they both came with a scream, their bodies shuddering against one another.
Kyle waited for the regret and embarrassment that came with doing your best friend, but he couldn’t feel it. Instead, all he wanted was to touch Alex, his hands running up Alex’s strong jaw, his cheeks, his hair, back down his neck to his shoulders and chest and stomach and thighs.
“A-Again,” he pleaded, wrapping an arm around Alex’s waist and keeping them pressed together. “Again, please, again.”
Alex huffed a shy laugh, burying his face in the crook of Kyle’s neck. Kyle kept a hand in his hair as he panted. He kissed his ear and felt Alex shiver against him. He held him tighter.
“We can pretend while we’re here, right?” Alex breathed. He pulled back, and his eyes were hesitant, afraid. “We can pretend just while we’re here. We can keep doing this just a little longer?”
Kyle swallowed. “We’re here for a week,” he said, his voice hoarse, his hold on Alex tightening. “We can do whatever you want, baby.”
Alex swallowed, took Kyle’s face in his hands, and kissed him so softly that it left Kyle moaning. When he pulled back, he said, “Then let’s get inside,” he said. “I want you to fuck me on a real bed.”
Kyle’s jaw hung open at the words and he bit Alex’s shoulder, making him gasp. “If I’m dreaming,” he warned, “do not wake me up.”
Alex’s laughter was worth whatever followed this week, Kyle decided. Alex would always be worth it.
Would you believe a bunch of really bad "romance" fantasy books have just seriously put me off romance? I don't think it's permanent, but wow, I am in some kind of romance slump...
#alex manes#kyle valenti#kylex#kylex fic#kylex fanfic#kylex fanfiction#roswell new mexico#roswell nm#kylex angst#kylex fluff#tyler blackburn#michael trevino
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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Roswell New Mexico (TV 2019)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Alex Manes/Kyle Valenti
Characters: Alex Manes, Kyle Valenti
Additional Tags: Kissing, Drinking, Friends to Lovers, reference to Forrest/Alex, Fluff, happiness, let Alex Manes be happy, Coming Out
Summary:
“So how did you know you didn’t like girls?”
The question startles Alex, not just because it’s Kyle who asks it, but because he’s barely three beers in and certainly not drunk enough to be having this conversation with his straight best friend.
Or
Kyle comes out to Alex.
#kylex#kylex fanfic#kylex fic#alex x kyle#kyle x alex#roswell new mexico#rnm#rnm fanfic#rnm fic#my fic#my fanfic
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Nail In My Coffin
I saw this post ages ago and could not get it out of my head. So thank you, @signoraviolettavalery for the prompt and thank you, @angsty-aliens for the encouragement!
There will definitely be a Part Two. There will eventually be smut.
Summary: Alex and Kyle are fashion designers on a Next In Fashion style reality show. Michael is their model. Dom/sub elements.
Author’s Note: I’m not focusing majorly on the design/fashion portion of this story, so description of garments and knowledge of clothing design/production will be minimal.
Title is a The Kills song. IDK. I’m shit at titles.
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"Hi, I'm Michael."
Alex barely spares him a glance.
"Take off your shirt."
"Alex," Kyle chastises, voice firm and eyes glued to the sleek Singer he's been hunched over for the past hour, tailoring the shit out of a jacket.
Alex huffs, rolling his eyes. He didn't apply to this mind-numbing reality show to make friends—though he's not stupid enough to say that on camera. He and Kyle had been struggling for over a year to secure the capital needed to launch the menswear line they designed together. When Kyle heard about a call for design teams to compete on a new fashion reality show for a chance to win funding and publicity for their start-up lines—if you can call reinventing Project Runway for the ten-thousandth time "new"—he convinced Alex their dignity was worth an answer to all their financial woes.
So, no, Alex doesn’t care much about making personal connections or exchanging small talk with the other contestants or models, but he’s getting a bit of a reputation on set if the pitiful look their neighbor's model gives theirs is any indication. Kyle's good nature and doe eyes, always effective at soothing over Alex's rough edges, have clearly reached their limit.
"Sorry," Alex mumbles, "former Air Force captain. I'm Alex."
He looks up at his model—Michael—and is surprised to find he's already shirtless, his loose flannel in a heap on the floor next to him.
"It's fine," Michael says, golden eyes bright and a playful smirk pulling at his lips as he makes eye contact with Alex for the first time, "comes with the territory."
Alex nods approvingly.
“Good,” he says, “pants, too, then.”
“What my partner means to say,” Kyle interjects, elbowing Alex as he comes up beside him with the garments he’s only just finished hemming, “is that we’re excited to work with you, Michael, and would you please try these on behind the privacy partition, if that makes you most comfortable.”
Michael shrugs and casually works open his compensating-for-nothing-apparently belt buckle and jeans, letting them drop easily to the ground next to his shirt. He steps around his clothes and takes the garments from Kyle’s hands, smirking again as Kyle gapes and Alex raises an unimpressed brow. Not that models don’t routinely strip on command and in front of designers, but they’re usually not as smug about it.
“I’m fine,” he says easily, “just put me where you want me.”
Michael has the gall to wink and Alex scoffs. He’s noticed Michael, of course; he cuts an imposing figure on the runway, riotous curls and broad shoulders tapering to a slim waist, brash and brawny. They were lucky to win him in the lottery. But Alex knows very little about him otherwise, and the last thing he needs is some ambitious model trying to fuck his way to a prime position as the favored team’s model-of-choice.
“Spare me,” Alex mutters to himself, then in a stronger voice says, “On the platform when you’re done changing.”
Kyle tosses his hands in the air, shaking his head.
“Just let me know what adjustments need to be made,” he says over his shoulder, “and try not to emotionally damage our model. I’m getting coffee.”
Alex grabs his necessities—notepad and pen, tailor’s chalk, pins—and huffs a quiet thank you when Michael is in the clothes, on the platform, and silent by the time he turns around. He gets to work, eyeing the fit of the garments from afar and then going over every inch meticulously, checking hems and lines, tugging and rearranging and smoothing the fabric to his satisfaction. He makes notes and adjustments for Kyle as he works, single-minded in his task. Occasionally he murmurs commands in a low, distracted voice, directing his model to “turn around” or “hold still,” but as he sinks deeper into his work he mostly communicates with touch, decorum utterly forgot. He turns Michael to the side with strong hands on his hips, runs his palms all the way down the slope of his shoulders to his wrists, checking the length of the jacket’s sleeves. He wraps long fingers around Michael’s ankles, one after the other, and twists each leg out, fingers dancing up his inner thighs, and he hums as he jots a note to Kyle to take in the right pant leg, just a quarter inch.
He’s completely forgotten there’s another human in his space until he hears a soft sigh from above. He glances up and Michael looks totally calm, almost blissed out. His lids are heavy and he’s smiling softly, a total transformation from his cocky, brazen persona on the runway or even just half an hour ago.
“How you doing up there?” Alex asks, taking a hand off of Michael’s left calf to make a quick note. “I’ll be done in a minute.”
“Take your time,” Michael breathes, so softly that Alex almost misses the quiet “sir” he tacks onto the end.
Alex feels a rush of heat, but schools his features carefully.
“If we’re doing this right, you should really call me ‘Captain,’” he says casually, giving Michael’s ankle a light squeeze. “Do you want to be good for me?”
“Yes,” Michael answers immediately, breath ending on a soft whine.
Alex stands quickly, slipping easily into military posture and seeking out Michael’s hazy gaze.
“That’s enough,” he says firmly, and Michael immediately shifts, straightening his shoulders and facing Alex directly, body completely open to him.
“You have a runway to walk and a competition to win me,” Alex says steadily, “so strip. I’ve got adjustments to make.”
Michael is out of the clothes comically fast, but he’s gentle with them, passing the garments to Alex reverently and then standing motionless in his boxer briefs, half-hard and completely unashamed.
Alex smiles.
“Save that for later,” he murmurs, then scoops Michael’s clothes off the floor and hands them to him. “Get dressed and grab lunch. Kyle should be finished with alterations by then.”
“You got it, Captain,” Michael says, a bit of the fog clearing from his eyes and a flash of his old attitude creeping back into his tone.
Alex bites his lip and turns toward their work station, setting the garments down and pretending to check his notes. His focus—at least as it pertains to work—is shot, his body hyper-aware of Michael’s every movement as he slips back into his clothes and ambles off toward the craft services table, stopping to talk briefly to Kyle and another model on his way. Alex knows this is a delicious, but possibly disastrous turn of events.
Kyle sets a cup of coffee down in front of Alex when he returns, looking over Alex’s shoulder at his notes.
“So, seems like you didn’t ruin him then,” Kyle jokes.
Alex is always honest with Kyle; that’s why their friendship and their partnership has thrived. He turns to Kyle, eyes wide.
“No, but I think he might have ruined me.”
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Really? Have they not clearly displayed that people should be afraid to give their opinion? People gave their opinion and then got vagued in a podcast. Why don’t you think about that. The only people allowed opinion is them in this fandom is them. And you agree because it’s suits you too.
I’m a Kylex shipper
We just got a new fic btw!! It’s my new favourite one!
https://archiveofourown.org/works/21886606
Also this one: https://archiveofourown.org/works/21575404 is amazing!!!
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This is for @alexmanes in honor of @roswellprompts‘s crashfest! It involves malex, kylex and maribel as requested and then I went a little wild with Orpheus and Eurydice lore. Specifically from the musical Hadestown because Alex and Michael seemed to fit the roles perfectly and everything else fell into place. @alexmanes I hope you enjoy and I am so glad you are in the malex fandom!
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The fog is stifling.
“Are you looking for Michael?”
Alex nods.
“He’s gone,” says the voice.
“Gone where?”
“With Death.”
Alex freezes, the guitar is suddenly very heavy. The song feel like it’s slipped away. Winter is cold, it’s always cold, but now it’s bitter as he looks around. Instead of Michael’s bright smile and curls, there’s a tall man with tanned skin and broad shoulders. He’s dressed like Death and a rich man you would see on the street. Alex feels dirty next to him, even before he falls to his knees and stares into the fog where Michael went.
“I can tell you how to get to him.”
Alex looks up from his misery and over at the god who stands there. Messenger, he’s a messenger and a trickster. Never what he seems, Alex knows the stories. Alex knows not to trust him. But he said he can tell him how to get to Michael. Alex has to get to him, he has to explain. If Michael understands then maybe he’ll want to come back with him, maybe he’ll want to come home. The fact that means Alex has to go into the underworld and face down Death himself seems to be an equally monumental task. Convincing Michael and facing down death. He figures that since they both seem equally monumental there’s no use in getting worried over either.
“Why would you help me?” He asks.
The god shrugs his broad shoulders. Alex doesn’t look away like he knows he’s supposed to. Everything is wrong from what it’s supposed to be. He’s supposed to be with his Michael, they are supposed to be dreaming of their future. Instead he’s alone with a messenger trickster god and Michael is long, long gone. What he’s not expecting is for the trickster to reach down and give him a hand up off the cold tracks that lead into the fog and to where Michael is. Alex takes the god’s hand. This is a compromise he can do. The god helps him to his feet.
“Let’s just say I love a good song,” he says, “the question is how far are you willing to go for him?”
“Anywhere,” Alex says.
The god smiles.
He tells him how to get to where Michael is. Things Alex is not supposed to know. It seems like a lot for a good song. Though there was a time a few hours ago when Alex would have trusted his music to do anything. Now he isn’t sure. His faith has been fractured. But if the way to the dead is an acceptable trade for a song, then maybe his music is an acceptable price for Michael. No it is an acceptable price and Alex believes in music the way some believe in gods. More, actually, since the gods are right there.
“I’ll be watching,” the god says.
“Why?”
“I love a good story too.”
Alex nods and shoulders his guitar, making his way towards the fog.
“Hey, what should i call you? In the song?” Alex asks.
“Magoo,” the god says, “its what my father calls me.”
He’s worked stranger things onto a song.god tells him, “that’s what my father calls me.”
Alex has worked stranger things into songs.
He follows the god who likes to be called Magoo’s instructions. He makes his way along the path, through the fog that’s so thick he can’t see a hand in front of his face. He bribes the dogs and denies he has any name as he makes his way deeper and deeper. On faith, he supposes, if he walked back along the same way he’d find himself back where he was, but the truth is that it’s not where he wants to be. He wants to be with Michael, wherever that is. Wait, he prays. Wait for me, I’m coming.
The fog says nothing and no-one he encounters wishes to do anything but stop him.
But he pushes on. He may have nothing but a song, but he forces himself to keep going. A song is nothing compared to the loss of the one he loves. So he keeps walking, one foot in front of the other. It feels like he’s walking on a river, sometimes. Though he can feel the solid ground under his feet, his boots disappear in the fog as he goes. He’s glad that if he has no money, his guitar has survived worse than this. But the entire way, he keeps his hand on the belly of the instrument. Despite knowing that he isn’t supposed to make noise, he starts humming. The song he was working on, the song for Michael, he didn’t finish it but he was so close. Music won him the boy, did it cost him the boy as well?
He makes it past the guards, past the dogs and after a lifetime of humming and walking, he makes it where he wants to go.
Now he just needs to find Michael.
He sees him before Michael turns. It’s impossible to miss him. He’s still warm and golden, still shining with the world that Alex left behind. The dirt is smudged on him but he uses his tools well. Of course he does. Michael has always been good with his hands. He works off from the others, but Alex waits until he’s moving to the next section, farther away still. Where no-one can hear them. He watches as Michael’s features crack and all he can think is how Michael doesn’t belong in this place. Not like this.
“Come home with me,” he says.
Michael’s entire body stiffens and he turns, his features breaking in surprise.
“It’s you,” he breathes.
“It’s me,” Alex confirms.
“Alex—“
They close the distance, colliding into one another. He doesn’t think he’s ever been held so tight in his entire life. Michael is still as warm as he was up there. Warmer, he’s always been warm. Alex grips the back of his overalls and clings to him. He thanks every god, even the strange ones, for their help in finding Michael as soon as he did. That he found him at all.
“How did you get here?” Michael demands.
“I walked,” Alex says.
“You walked?” He repeats and looks over his shoulder, as if he can see how far away it is, “all this way?” Alex nods, “why?”
“Come home with me,” Alex repeats, “Michael, come back with me.”
Michael hugs him again.
Alex wraps his arms around him, swept up in the feeling that Michael is in his arms rather than his lack of reply. It’s going to be okay. It has to be okay. Michael is here in his arms. That’s the only thing that matters. Except far too soon Michael pulls back. Alex grips him tightly and doesn’t let him go. He can’t. Michael looks down and away and anywhere but at him.
“What is it?” Alex pleads, “come home with me, we can be together. We can figure this out.”
“He can’t leave.”
They turn to see the god Magoo standing there, looking almost regretful. He sighs and tucks his hands into the pockets of his long coat. Michael looks down as if he wants to go lower and Alex pulls him close.
“What do you mean, he can’t leave?” He repeats. He loos at the man in his arms, “Michael?”
“I can’t leave,” he says, “I signed a contract. I belong here.”
“The hell you do.”
The words slip out of his mouth so fast and so hard that even Michael looks surprised. Alex wonders what he did to make Michael think he would just accept this, but he refuses to do it any longer. If this is his chance to prove to Michael that he is here for him, that he is coming home, then he’s going to do it. He’s not giving up Michael without a hell of a fight, not after he slipped away when Alex didn’t notice. He turns to the god.
“What do I have to do?” He asks.
“Alex, no—“
“Yes,” he says, turning back to him, “you’re coming home with me,” he repeats, “we’re going home.”
“Good luck with that.”
Alex turns to see Isobel saunter by, hair still tangled with flowers. Barely alive, but alive none the less. It hasn’t been that long since fall, it’s just felt like a lifetime since Michael slipped away. Isobel towers over them and turns her gaze to them, looking at the three in rapid succession. Alex feels Michael pull back but he refuses to let go until Michael shakes him off and goes to the goddess.
“What’s he doing here?” She asks.
“He came after me,” Michael explains.
“It’s little late for that,” she says in that beautiful and cruel way of hers, “but it’s a little late for a lot of things around here,” she sighs, looking at Michael, “don’t feel too bad, my wife loves pretty young things.”
“She love you,” Michael says, “and you love her.”
Isobel scoffs.
“That was a long time ago,” she looks at the pair of them, “you’ll see one day how things are down here,” she looks at Alex, “or one of you will.”
“Don’t listen to her,” Alex says and cups Michael’s cheeks.
“She’s right.”
“No she’s not,” he says, “look at me, she’s not. I’m here. We’re going home.”
Michael looks at him silently and Alex can tell he doesn’t believe him. Alex refuses to let his stomach drop. He refuses to let Michael down. He kisses him, even though he shouldn’t, even though it means he can begin to feel the cold seeping into Michael’s skin. He kisses him like he can breathe life back into him. Like he can put his own warmth in the man. Michael hesitates only a moment before kissing him back, and Alex can almost taste the guilt on his lips.
“It’s not going to work,” Isobel chimes in.
“Please, let me try,” Alex says.
Michael grips him tighter.
Isobel looks over at the god who likes to be called Magoo and shrugs.
“Good luck.”
Death goes by the name Maria. Her tongue is sharp and if Alex had to pick a god to believe in, it would probably be her. She drapes across her throne and refuses to look at her wife when she brings them to her. She arches an eyebrow at Michael’s disobedience and curls her lip at the god who likes to be called Magoo and then focuses on Alex. Michael, he came for Michael. He focuses on that with every fibre of his being and not on how inadequate he feels in her presence. Everything here, it’s hers. This world of stability and being full, of being warm and knowing where you belong. It fits, it’s monochromatic but it fits in a way that is against everything that makes Alex who he is.
“You’re trespassing,” she says, looking from him to her wife.
“I know,” Alex says.
“I could have you killed for it,” she reminds him.
Alex swallows the retort that he now knows there are things worse than death.
“Don’t be so dramatic,” Isobel snaps, sitting in her own throne. Maria glances at her wife. It would be cursory save for how she shifts her posture, “he loves him,” Maria rolls her eyes.
“That’s not a crime,” Magoo points out.
“When he’s trespassing it is.”
Magoo looks at him, then at the gods and Alex sees his cue. He brings the guitar forward. Hope flares on Michael’s face. The rest of them look with varying degrees of interest. Even when Alex’s faith is shaken, the rest of the world hangs on his every note. It isn’t his love story he needs to reach for though. It’s the one between the two gods in front of him. He has to bring hope to this most hopeless place. Music is the only way he knows how to do that. He half wishes his fingers felt incompetent as he curves them around the neck of the instrument and a world that doesn’t breathe seems to hold its breath.
He sings.
An incredible thing happens when he does, it’s always been this way.
He plays and the world listens.
He plays and the world believes.
As he plays Death relaxes and Spring surrenders to her emotions. Magoo goes peaceful and the shame leaves Michael’s eyes. The others around pause as well, all listening to the world his music allows them to see. When Alex opens his eyes, Maria is upright and Isobel has turned to look at her. As the last notes fade, Maria looks back at her. And for the first time since it was shaken, Alex feels the first fleeting feelings of hope.
“Leave us,” Maria says. Alex reaches for Michael’s hand, “he stays,” Death snaps, “you. Wait outside.”
Alex looks at Michael desperately, and Michael clenches his hands by his side to keep from reaching back. Any chance of this working, it requires them to have Death on their side. So Alex has no choice but to step back and out into the fog. Even that, though, seems lighter somehow. He waits. He waits and fights not to sing the whole time. He waits and then finally the god who likes to be called Magoo steps out and looks at him. Alex tries to crane his neck but he can’t see in the place where ehe just came from.
“What did she say?” He asks.
“You can leave,” the god says, “and you can have Michael,” Alex chokes on the hope that floods him until Magoo holds up a hand, “but you must walk back and not turn. If you turn and look at him, he stays here.”
“What?” Alex frowns, “but how will I know if he’s with me?”
The bargain goes against everything he thinks. Alex loves chaos, but faith in things besides from his music are not easy to come by. He’s never had them. Maybe that has always been his fatal flaw. He believed in Michael too late, he believed in them too late. Even now the idea of just accepting this bargain is baffling to him. Even if it means that he will have Michael back.
“You won’t,” Magoo says, “but if you trust him as much as you claim to, you should believe that he is.”
“I trust Michael,” Alex says, “I don’t trust Death.”
“Do you have a choice?”
Alex realizes he doesn’t.
He’s got no choice but to accept this proposal, which makes him feel sick. But all he can do is nod. Magoo smiles and points into the fog. It’s the direction that he’s to walk in. His throat tightens. He doesn’t even get to see Michael before he starts out. He just has to go. Sometimes, he supposes, this is how the world ends. With a whimper. And whether or not a new one is born out of the ashes depends on faith. Alex takes a deep breath and turns towards the way Magoo points.
“You let them go,” Spring says.
“I gave them a chance,” Death corrects.
Magoo watches the fog swallow them whole.
A chance is something.
#crashfest#malex#michael guerin#alex manes#malex fic#roswell new mexico#roswell nm fanfic#Michael x Alex#Kylex#maribel#Isobel Evans#maria deluca#Kyle valenti#this will be on ao3 I swear
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Content creator appreciation!! list five favourite sets you've made and send this ask to five other content creators! ❤
Ahh this is very sweet, thank you!! ❤️ Okay, so if we're talking specifically GIFSETS then my favourite ones that I've made are probably...
1) Carrie and Cas Lockwood, aka Parkwood's Tribrid Gemini twins that we were absolutely Robbed of getting to see
2) "A Day in the Past" from my eeotdg sets because it's such a good episode
3) "S.O.S" also from eeotdg because again, very good episode, hurt me a lot
4) Fanfic AU's I'd like to see Denzo in, I keep forgetting about it and then it suddenly reappears in my notifications and I remember how long I spent on it and how much I love it
5) That young Kylex set I made using a combination of scenes from PLL for Alex and TVD for Kyle, again I spent So Long on it and it was so fun
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I would like to ask all the numbers of the Salty Asks for RNM.
Oh wow, thanks anon! I'm truly out of f*cks tonight so let's do this. First half below.
What OTPs in your fandom(s) do you just not get? Alex/Eduardo. I'm sorry but the idea of any man trying to get Alex to call him Daddy is laughably absurd, not even from the his-dad-was-an-abusive-asshole standpoint but from the Alex-is-the-most-Daddy standpoint.
Are there any popular fandom OTPs you only BroTP?* Kylex. Maribel. Strangely, I only ship Maria and Isobel if they're in a thruple with Kyle. Somehow that changes the dynamic? Either way, Maria and Isobel give off this fun high school mean girl energy together sometimes that I vibe with, but I prefer it in a really close friendship. Kylex could sleep naked together in a sleeping bag and I don't think I'd feel any heat. Both Alex and Kyle need to partner with a more intense personality in order to bring out their inner fire.
Have you ever unfollowed someone over a fandom opinion? Not in this fandom. But I'm also careful who I follow here.
Do you have a NoTP in your fandom? Are they a popular OTP?* The NoTP to rule them all - Rosa and racist Wyatt. Thank goodness they're unpopular or I would have left fandom.
Has fandom ever ruined a pairing for you?* Canon is actually doing a much better job of ruining pairings than fandom, lmao. Miluca, Maribel + Kyle, Jim Valenti/monogamy...
Has fandom ever made you enjoy a pairing you previously hated?* I never hated Kybel but it was definitely the beige of RNM ships for me until I read some fanfic where their connection and the ways that they empower each other were explored more deeply.
Is there anything you used to like but can’t stand now?* Maria and Alex's friendship. Maria coming onto Alex because he said that kissing her didn't make him want to dissociate wrecked that one for me a little bit.
Have you received anon hate? What about?Probably? I can't really recall. RNM fans have actually been unusually polite in my inbox.
Most disliked character(s)? Why? Besides racist Wyatt? STEPHANIE. It is wildly unfortunate that she didn't have her face eaten by leopards.
Most disliked arc? Why? Kyle and Stephanie's "romantic tension" where she just yelled terrible opinions at him and Kyle, sweet Kyle, actually listened and responded kindly instead of stealing her insurance information and fraudulently applying it to every uninsured person who entered the building.
Is there an unpopular character you like that the fandom doesn’t? Why? Is Alex considered unpopular at this point? They've sidelined him as much as they possibly could. Either way I like him a lot and I hope they increase his role next season.
Is there an unpopular arc that you like that the fandom doesn’t? Why? Does Roswell have arcs? Liz had that period in the back half of s2 where she was violating every scientific ethic she came across for what she thought was the greater good. I like watching protagonists give in to their darker impulses, so I enjoyed it. It's rare that shows will go there. And I think the fact that the audience came out of that arc not hating Liz was a reflection of the warmth and relatability Jeanine brings to the role. She's a good actress in the sense that you can give her schlock and she'll transform it into something watchable and compelling with her delivery. The CW should try to keep her around (Jeanine, you should leave the CW).
Salty Asks Meme
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001 rnm, 002 malex, 003 maria deluca :)
Gema, this is probably the most on brand ask ever for me.
----RNM----
Favorite character: the disaster bisexual alien cowboy himself, Michael Guerin
Least favorite character: Does Steph count? Because I’m not counting Jesse here, since he’s everyone’s least favorite.
5 Favorite ships (canon or non-canon): Malex, Echo, Miluca, Kyliz, Camluca
Character I find most attractive: Jenna Cameron
Character I would marry: Maria DeLuca
Character I would be best friends with: Alex Manes
An unpopular opinion: I don’t think S2 was as bad as the fandom makes it out to be - was it messy? Yes. But I don’t believe it’s this hellfire where absolutely nothing makes sense.
My canon OTP: Malex, obviously.
Non-canon OTP: Camluca and Marliz
Most badass character: Liz Ortecho
Pairing I am not a fan of: Kylex
Character I feel the writers screwed up: Definitely Maria - I feel like there hasn’t been anywhere near enough on-screen development for her compared to other characters (that’s not to say it doesn’t exist because it most certainly does)
Favorite friendship: Alex and Maria
Character I want to adopt or be adopted by: Arturo
----Malex----
When I started shipping it: during the pilot (i watched the first 4 episodes all at once the week before 1x05 aired)- that first interaction between them, and then that first interaction at the reunion, and then the kiss! these fuckers own my soul now because of that damn forehead touch
My thoughts: Watching them in S2 learn that whole friends thing that Alex talked about wanting in 1x09 has been one of my favorite parts of S2. Giggling at the Long Farm? The way they look at each other (fools!). Michael asking Alex for something for once. Gah, it’s all beautiful.
What makes me happy about them: To see them work at wanting to be better for the other. That despite them saying they thought they’d end up together, they really do still believe it, and their actions really do show how much they still love one another.
What makes me sad about them: Their miscommunication - it’s the most frustrating thing about them, that it’s gone on for so long. But I think S2 showed that they’re working toward finally working that out, and getting better at it.
Things done in fanfic that annoy me: Alex sad and lonely pining over Michael dating Maria - I prefer canon Alex who in 2x01 doesn’t sit around wallowing around in a depression but instead gets his ass to the morgue to help Liz and in 2x02 decides he’s going to help Michael find information on his mother anyway; Michael having to grovel for Alex’s “forgiveness” for dating Maria - Alex broke up with Michael multiple times knowing he wasn’t ready to be out and in a relationship the way Michael wanted.
Things I look for in fanfic: Communication! I love fics that explore them learning to talk and work past their issues.
My kinks: Apparently communication with these two, lol.
My happily ever after for them: Therapy, obviously. Because everyone in Roswell needs it. But also, Michael moving into Alex’s house so it’s their house, and Michael kinda learning that everything doesn’t have to be transactional. And Alex learning that it’s okay to want things and doing it all the time.
Who is the big spoon/little spoon: Michael is the little spoon, obviously.
What is their favorite non sexual activity: Something with music - writing songs, Michael playing the guitar, Alex on the keyboard... them having their dad band.
----Maria DeLuca----
How I feel about this character: Other than she is perfect?
All the people I ship romantically with her: Everyone? Liz, Max, Michael, Kyle, and Jenna all work for me (even if I prefer some more than others)
My non-romantic OTP for this character: her and Alex, they are platonic soulmates for sure
My unpopular opinion about this character: She was given character development over the first two seasons, and it is possible to sympathize with her, and understand her actions if you care to look.
One thing I wish had happened/would happen with this character in canon: That she’d been brought in on the alien secret sooner. It isolated her character for far too long.
My het ship: Miluca
My fem/slash ship: Camluca or Marliz
My OT3: Malexa
A headcanon fact: She loves to shop for little nick-knacks to place around the Wild Pony, nothing is too weird or bizarre for her
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AO3 Wrapped 2022 ⌨️💝✏️
Tagged by the lovely @bekkachaos💕
Works Published: 9
Word Count: 58,999
Hits: 6,882
Bookmarks: 71
Most popular by Kudos: Hopeful Hands at 157 kudos {published 09/17/22}
Most popular by Hits: In My Veins at 1,485 hits {published 09/24/22}
Longest: Project Týr at 17,225 words {published 10/18/22}
Shortest: Siren Song at 440 words {published 09/26/22}
Most comments: In This Twilight at 24 comments {published 09/13/22}
Fic that made me cry: The Road to Albuquerque destroyed me while I was writing it; it was the first time that's ever happened to me. I don't usually cry while writing stories. {published 09/27/22}
Fic that made me smile: Fireside Chats made me so warm inside with how cathartic it was for Alex and Kyle. Embody the Stars when Greg is talking to Alex about how much Michael loves him. Gregory being an amazing brother makes me smile too.
Gifts: None
Collaborations: None (I wouldn't mind working on something with someone!)
Events taken part in: I did beta reading for about four stories in the RNM Big Bang and Malex Secret Santa and had a great time!
tagging anyone who's interested in participating!
#ao3#writing#fanfic#tag game#(stats)#ao3 wrapped#malex#kybel#kylex#thank you for the tag bekka#this was really interesting to look into#this is the most i've written since 2015#and it was only in 4 months#so i'm pretty proud
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Kyle Valenti Appreciation Week [Day 1]
“It’s a lot bigger than I thought it’d be,” Alex said, and Kyle smiled.
He’d spent weeks preparing to go to this doctor’s convention in Albuquerque alone, wondering just how many old men in lab coats he would be forced to listen to discuss the importance of the work they’d done at their bigger, fancier hospitals. Then, on the morning he was getting ready to go, Alex showed up at his doorstep with a backpack and a smirk.
“Ready to go?”
Kyle was more than a little grateful. He’d thrown his arms around Alex’s shoulders, making him laugh. The beautiful sound was a good start to what was already beginning to look like a more bearable trip.
So now they stood before a giant hotel that Kyle was sure was bigger than Roswell’s hospital, ready for five days of lectures and – hopefully – one too many martinis to get through it.
“Do not leave me alone with these people,” he muttered as the automatic doors let them in, and the cold air conditioning slapped their faces.
Alex scoffed. “If you hate coming to these things so much, why do you? Couldn’t you just take a sick day or something?”
“I’m a doctor,” Kyle said miserably. “I’m legally not allowed to be sick.” He mustered a smile as he checked into his room.
“Oh!” the receptionist smiled at the two of them. Kyle guessed she rarely saw anyone under the age of seventy at one of these things. “Your reservation doesn’t mention a plus-one. I can update you from the two double-sized bedroom to the single king-size, if you want.”
Kyle glanced at Alex with wide eyes, and was glad to see he wasn’t the only one blushing. Then a ping caught Alex’s attention and he pulled out his phone.
“Uh – we’re just friends,” Kyle stammered. “We’re not – I mean, he wouldn’t – he is way out of my league –”
��No,” Alex cut him off, pocketing his phone and smiling politely, if not a little uncomfortably, at the receptionist. “We’re good with the two-bedroom, thanks.”
Kyle swallowed and nodded, handing in his doctor’s badge and trying (and failing) not to look to Alex every so often, who was doing a great job of avoiding Kyle’s gaze completely. Was it really that bad for people to think they were together? He knew Alex was amazing, he knew he’d made mistakes himself when they were teenagers, but he’d hoped that they’d grown past that. That when someone asked if they were in love, they could laugh it off and take it as a complement.
Kyle wondered if it was normal to want people to assume you were dating your best friend, then realized he was being spoken to.
“Thirteenth floor, room 1369,” she said, still looking from Kyle to Alex and back as if too in love to know who to properly stare at.
“Great,” Kyle said, eager to go. “Thank you.”
They got onto the elevator with one old woman in the corner who was busying herself with pinning her badge on her lab coat.
“Forty seconds,” he muttered to Alex who huffed a chuckle. “We’ve been here forty seconds, and I already wish I was dead. Ironic, considering we’re surrounded by doctors.”
“Relax,” Alex said distractedly, and Kyle just realized how close he was. “You said the first lecture isn’t until tonight, right? So we’ll get to the room, and you can rest up until then.”
Kyle swallowed. Alex’s breath was warm on the shell of his ear. Was that normal? To like Alex’s breath against his skin? To want to lean back into him to feel more of it?
He shook his head, shutting his eyes tight. He was exhausted, and being ridiculous. He didn’t want to lean back into Alex – seriously, what was wrong with him today?
Once they’d reached the tenth floor, the old woman stepped off, and Kyle and Alex were alone. He looked down at his shoes, feigning nonchalance. “Can you believe that receptionist thought we were together?”
He shrugged a shoulder. “It’s not that hard to believe.”
“Still,” Kyle said, “I’m sorry if it made you uncomfortable.”
Alex frowned. “Kyle, I’m not –”
Bing!
The doors opened to the thirteenth floor, and Kyle nudged his chin. “That’s us.”
They stepped off and down the carpeted corridor to their room. Kyle used his pass to let them in, and Alex let out a low whistle at the sight. It was a suite, it had to be. The door opened to a large sitting room with Victorian-esque furniture splayed around and flower vases on small wooden tables. There was a large-screen TV hanging on the wall and a small kitchen on the far right, reminding them that they hadn’t, in fact, been transported to the eighteenth century.
“Wow,” Alex murmured, checking the room on the left. “The beds are in here!” he called. “So’s the bathroom.”
“Great,” Kyle said, “because I need a shower to wash off the convention from my skin.”
Alex smiled, and Kyle tried not to think of the pride that bloomed in his chest at the sight of it.
As he rummaged for a pair of underwear and pajamas from his suitcase, Alex got another ping on his phone. Kyle threw glances at him, and noticed that his smile dimmed before he’d even pulled it out of his pocket.
Without responding, he clicked it off and tossed it on the bed.
“Everything okay?”
Alex hummed, mustering a smile that Kyle had learned long ago meant that he was bothered and trying not to fall into his own mess of thoughts.
“Hey,” Alex said. “I heard about this cool burger place, just down the street. You want to clean up and go?”
He groaned. “I’m so in love with you, please don’t ever leave me.”
Alex laughed, his cheeks red. He plopped down on his bed, arms outstretched. His shirt had ridden up his stomach, and Kyle’s eyes lingered on the tanned patch of naked skin. Alex’s eyes were closed, and he raised his hands to fold under his head, bringing his shirt up more.
If Kyle asked, would Alex let him touch him there? Would he let Kyle run his hand across his stomach, maybe higher up his shirt? Kyle imagined just lying down beside Alex, Alex looking at him with dark, hungry eyes. Alex reaching up to cup his jaw, caress his cheek, lean in with an open mouth and eager hands. What would Alex do, he wondered, if he just lied beside him and told him; Do whatever you want, I want you to.
“I don’t know why you complain about these things,” Alex said, yanking Kyle out of his thoughts. “A whole week away from work with a fancy hotel room sounds pretty good after Roswell.”
“It’s fancy this year,” Kyle said indignant, feeling a weird swell of shame in his chest. Not for the first time, Kyle was glad Alex didn’t have Isobel’s mind-reading powers. “You weren’t here when they put us in motels.”
“We could’ve had fun in a motel.”
“It’s a motel,” Kyle deadpanned. “There only thing you can do there for fun is . . .”
Alex raised a brow. “Have sex?”
Heat rose to the tips of Kyle’s ears and he cleared his throat. “Could you imagine . . . if – if we’d been there . . . together? Last year?”
Alex said nothing for a long while, and Kyle didn’t dare look at him. Then he heard Alex sit up in bed.
“Kyle –” he started, his voice strange, then –
Ping!
Alex turned silent, and Kyle looked over at him to see him focused on his phone, his finger hovering over the screen. Finally, Alex swallowed and pocketed it.
“You okay?”
Alex slid off the bed. “Yeah. I’ll go ask what time the meals are in this place,” he said. “You should get cleaned up.”
He patted Kyle’s shoulder twice on his way out, and Kyle watched him leave. The second he was out the door, Kyle threw his face into his pillow and cursed himself.
What had he said? What had he been thinking?! Alex was going to think he was hitting on him, pushing himself on his gay friend because he was bored!
“Idiot!” he yelled, his voice muffled. “What were you thinking, what’s wrong with you?!”
The empty hotel room didn’t respond.
As they sat over their burgers and fries, Kyle thought Alex was unusually quiet. Every time he tried to make him laugh, Alex would get a call or text, and his smile would instantly fall away.
“I’m really glad you’re here,” he tried. “There’s no way I could’ve made it through this week without you.”
“Week hasn’t started yet,” Alex reminded him, rational and calculating as always. Kyle smiled to himself.
“Why’d you decide to come anyway?”
Alex folded his arms on the table and sighed. He looked a lot more tired than he had that morning, but he smiled, nonetheless. “I didn’t want you to be alone.”
Kyle’s heart fluttered in his chest. “Alex –”
Ping!
Alex shut his away, his smile faded. “Sorry, just – just one second.” He pulled out his phone, checked the message on the screen with furrowed brows, seemed to hesitate about something, then swiped across his screen and fell silent again.
It was when they were nursing their milkshakes, Alex mindlessly swirling a fry in his, that Kyle couldn’t take it anymore.
“Okay,” he finally said, “what’s going on with you? I’m the one that’s supposed to be miserable on this trip, remember?”
Alex blinked. “Nothing’s going on.”
“Alex,” Kyle said. “It’s me.”
Alex said nothing a moment, then another text came, and he all but flinched. Kyle frowned. There was only one person who could give Alex that kind of reaction.
His shoulders fell. “It’s Guerin, isn’t it?” he said. “He’s the one that’s been calling nonstop.”
Alex shut his eyes and sighed. He ran a hand through his hair, and said, “I don’t know why I can’t talk to him. Not now, I –” he pinched the bridge of his nose. “I thought I could get over . . . the whole thing with Maria, but I . . . I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
He shook his head, and managed a smile. “Because I don’t understand what’s happening either. I don’t get why it’s suddenly . . . bothering me so much. And because this trip isn’t about that. This is about you, so let’s just table Guerin until some of this starts to make more sense, okay?”
Kyle stared. He’d spent years watching Alex put his own feelings aside because everyone else was just that much more important. He’d seen Alex ignore his own tears so he could wipe away Kyle’s, he’d seen him bleed for Michael over and over.
“You know,” he said, “back in high school, when I first started to become someone I’m not proud of –”
Alex frowned. “What – why are you bringing that up now?”
“You didn’t hate me for it at first,” Kyle went on. “Even when I didn’t invite you to parties, even when I told people that I didn’t really know you, even when . . . when I called you things behind your back –”
“Stop,” Alex shut his eyes, “I don’t want to talk about that.”
“You have to,” Kyle insisted, leaning in and taking Alex’s hand. “Because even after all of that, you wanted to see the good in me, and only the good. And then, when I stopped talking behind your back, and said all that messed up crap to your face, then you started to get angry. You put me in my place, every time. You give people chances, Alex. That doesn’t mean you don’t know how to punish them.”
Alex stared at his milkshake. “What’s your point?”
“That I got mine,” he said, and shrugged a shoulder, smiling. “And Guerin’s about to get his. It’s okay, Alex. You’re okay.”
Alex stared at him a long while, then a smile tugged at his lips. “You were wrong, you know,” he said softly. “You’re the one that’s out of my league.”
Kyle blinked, and realized he’d leaned in impossibly close. He cleared his throat, sitting back, his face inexplicably warm.
“Manes,” he murmured, shaking his head. “This’ll be one hell of a week.”
As he watched Alex bite his lower lip to keep his smile from widening, his face a cute shade of pink, he realized this trip might not be as bad as he’d thought.
#kyle valenti#alex manes#kylex#kyleweek21#kyleappreciation21#roswell new mexico#roswell nm#kylex angst#kylex fluff#michael trevino#tyler blackburn#kylex fic#kylex fanfic#kylex fanfiction
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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Roswell New Mexico (TV 2019)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Alex Manes/Kyle Valenti, Forrest Long/Alex Manes, Michael Guerin/Alex Manes
Characters: Alex Manes, Kyle Valenti
Additional Tags: Smut, Sex, Dream Sex, the Alex/Forrest is very brief, the Alex/Michael is very brief, handjobs, Kissing, Mild Angst, PWP, THERE IS PLOT, its Alex realising he has feelings
Summary: Kyle smiles into the kiss, angling his head so he can push his tongue deeper into Alex’s mouth, his hand making its way back down his body. And Alex… He should be conflicted - he knows he should be confused, or at the very least surprised, but he’s not, he’s… content. For the first time in a long time. Aka Alex has a sex dream about Kyle
#kylex#kyle x alex#alex x kyle#rnm#roswell new mexico#kylex fanfic#kylex fic#my fic#look this was bound to hapoeb#rnm fic#Alex manes#Kyle valenti
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Hey! Hope you're having a good day! 🤗 I would like to hear your thoughts on the RNM finale!
Alright! I have my morning breakfast food and beverage here, so let’s do this! Everything is under a cut because this got long.
- This entire finale was somehow excruciatingly boring? Did anyone else feel that. There was 0 action, -1 adventure, and we didn’t even get Max cosplaying Thor level of entertainment this time.
- The first minute and a half resolves EVERY SINGLE PLOT THREAD FROM LAST WEEK. No bomb goes off, Liz saves the day, Jesse Manes is officially canceled.
- And then immediately we jump to “a week later” and everyone is fine, no one is worried about physical injuries or how they all almost died. Liz is supposedly taking care of Maria but that can’t be seen because 2 women cannot be shown together for more than 3 seconds at a time. No one else has visited Maria? Her own mother isn’t glued to a chair in her room? Sheriff Valenti isn’t investigating any of this? ANYWAYS. But Michael is there after a week to talk about how he felt. So at least the romance is still alive.
- So what is a guy to do after having a deeply emotional 1-on-1 with your “could have been dead” girlfriend? Why visit his ex, of course! Malex destroy the toolshed, which bless, at least we can stop talking about that one torture source. But ya know that shed had to also further the plot, skeletons and key and all.
- Also shoutout to @frenziedblaze for noting how malex had their first time over a shallow grave. I will never unsee that.
- Max somehow manages to have the same emotional vibes with his girlfriend and his sister. Except he only makes out with one of them.
- Max manages to be real cute with Jenna (idk how I started supporting this brotp) and gets her to do “undercover” work for him to see what the real handsome ex-fiance wants with Liz.
- Turns out Diego might be ready to steal Liz’s research instead of convincing her to work with him. So instead of, idk, confronting the guy, or telling Jenna to stall him, or IDK, ASKING ALEX FOR HELP, Max says “blow it all up.” The real upbeat soundtrack to Max physically destroying everything Liz worked on, was a choice.
- Please note that ep 12 had 3 bombs, which were in play in the first minute of ep 13. And yet, the only space without a bomb (Liz’s lab) is the one that blows up.
- Meanwhile, in Guerinland, New Mexico - Michael Guerin confesses his love to a woman he has apparently been dating for a year. Said woman ALSO reciprocates his feelings. However, Maria would like to use her powers, which now canonically will no longer make her sick, but Michael cannot sit back and watch Maria fade away (for unknown reasons). So here must the beloveds depart. Ok.
- On the other side of the set, Michael and Alex are reading a diary written by Secretly Good Guy Tripp Manes, and for some reason Isobel Evans. Please note that Isobel Evans has used about 6 opportunities to comment on the eternal love and joy between Michael and Maria, yet for some reason she’s back on Team Malex, with 0 conversation about wtf happened. Ok.
- Tripp Manes, much like his future descendant Alex, fell for shiny aliens with great cheekbones and full lips. Can’t blame them. Tripp talks about their connection being “cosmic” and a high pitched scream resonates from malex fandom as Michael and Alex look at each other for a single second. This is all fine. Also Jason Behr in a suit and hat is a sight to behold.
- And we find out nothing about what Nora was building in that shed, but something about the “stowaway” on their ship. Cool.
- The best and most emotional beat of the episode was the Cameron sisters reuniting. I was sobbing during their conversation. I love them both a lot. Also here’s to Charlie being Isobel’s next love interest.
- Aliens can’t seem to stop setting Liz’s lab on fire. This time she responds with walking away from Max, who does nothing to stop her or follow up with an apology. Cool. She ends up watching the ocean, and I gotta say I still stan Liz Ortecho.
- Rosa Ortecho owns my whole heart. And I’m very proud of her telling her mom to screw off, and for deciding to go back to rehab.
- SPEAKING OF HELENA ORTECHO. The woman who was supposedly scheming since episode 1, and managed to kidnap not 1 but 3 people with no problem whatsoever, was suddenly completely irrelevant again. She was mad that Jesse’s murder coverup will turn him into a hero (and I have some things to say about that considering Rosa’s murder coverup did the opposite). So instead of idk, going back to scheming with Mimi Deluca, Helena is just going to drink her troubles away. Super cool.
- All of this leading to a beautiful yet tragically brief Kylex moment where Alex confirms that Kyle is his bff, and that Flint is ok and can be redeemed (hear hear).
- AND THEN WE GET ALEX SINGING. lkajsdflkasdfkjahsdflkjasdlfkjasdf. I was slayed. Tyler’s voice, the face, MICHAEL AND ISOBEL COMING IN TO WATCH. IT WAS EVERYTHING I WANTED FOR MALEX.
- So of course Michael was like, this sucks, our romance is a tragedy, I don’t even like the song, goodbye. I can’t believe this dude broke up with Alex every single episode of this season, including breaking up with Alex TO HIS DAD, while he was ‘napped.
- BUT ON THE OTHER HAND. GREGORY “LIBERTY” MANES, the bestest brother on the planet, who liberated Alex from his abuser (get it?) sat and watched Alex perform and then clapped when Alex finally made the move and bagged his tiny, blue haired nerd. It was beautiful. I may have cried.
- FORLEX.
- BUT WE STILL AREN’T DONE. So the full season long chanting of The Power of Three finally comes to fruition. And even though Isobel is like maybe we should do more research, her 2 bros are like it’s cool! and open the door lock thing. We find out Nora was building a prison(?) for the “stowaway” and the pod squad accidentally release him, only to realize he’s...Max Evans with a better groomed beard. I just. I-
And now we have a potential year and a half wait to see how the 82 other plot threads will be resolved (@booksmartstreetstupid has an amazing list)
So let us all collectively turn to fanfics to help our sanity, and pray that we all return next year.
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malex and kylex :)
malex
ugh. i liked them in season 1 but season 2 trashed them so thoroughly and completely that season 3 is going to have to blow my fucking mind to make me like them again. overall a ship better enjoyed in fanfic.
kylex
i've said it once and i'll say it again: kyle valenti is the only man on that show worthy of alex
(and okay forrest seems fine but with the way this show likes to pull shit i don't trust him fully yet)
Send me a ship and I’ll give you my (brutally) honest opinion on it.
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