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[sinmonger]

RNM Week 2021 Day 5: Parallel Universe

Malex Season 3 + season 1 callbacks/parallels

[youngsamberg]

Roswell New Mexico Week 2021

Day 2: Favorite RNM Dynamic → Michael & Isobel

We could do the turkey baster thing, whatever, you know? Sorry, I’m gonna need you to say more words.  If you want a kid... I will raise the white walker, I will play the pink guitar. Okay stop. Are you telling me that you would... donate your alien baby gravy? I’m saying that I want a family. So if you want to be a mom someday, and you need an alien dad... Look, I know you would rather have a white picket fence, and a golden retriever, and a husband but– You would be an incredible father. Have I told you lately that I love you? I wish you had never said “baby gravy.”

[bitch-ass-aliens]

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[wlwjungkook]

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[supsi85]

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[maycanady]

hell's bending keeping me captive, heaven's here it's right where you're standing, slow dancing

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[softguerin]

day one; "who's better, him or me?"

Alex barely has time to swallow before Michael opens his mouth.

“So who’s better, me or him?” he asks, leaning forward with his elbows on the table. He raises an eyebrow, and Alex hates how attractive he looks when he’s feeling cocky.

“Seriously?” he replies, unimpressed, once he’s swallowed the sticky piece of fluffy pancake Michael just dropped in front of him. “This silly contest again?”

“Are my pancakes better than his?” he presses on, ignoring Alex as he reaches for a piece of his own but Alex quickly slaps his hand away.

“Why are you so obsessed with him?” Alex asks him instead, pulling his plate closer so that Michael can’t reach it. “Alex, is my hair softer than his? Alex, do I kiss better than him? Alex, is my dick–”

“Okay!” Michael interrupts, both hands in the air as he sits back in his chair. “Okay, so I’ve been a little–”

“Annoying?” Alex suggests around another forkful of food.

“Insecure,” Michael says instead, all of a sudden refusing to meet Alex’s eyes.

And Alex is taken aback. If he was being totally honest, Alex had thought that this whole pissing contest was a mix of cockiness and jealousy coming from Michael, and he didn’t hate it. He liked that Michael was so proud to be his, that he wanted to be the best Alex has ever had.

When Alex thinks about Michael, insecure would never cross his mind.

“It’s just,” he continues when Alex doesn’t break his silence. “I saw you two around town, and you just looked so happy. You know, I came to town to welcome you back earlier this year but then I saw and I saw you, and then I saw you two together…”

Alex didn’t know. Alex remembers that day – how he had wished to see Michael in the town square and how guilty he had felt at the thought. How happy he had been to see Forrest and again how much guilt that feeling had brought him. He’d been torn.

But now he feels like all of his pieces are finally back together.

“I just realized, in that moment, that I might be losing you for real. That you had finally realized that you could do so much better.” Michael looks back up then with glistening eyes and a deprecating smile. “I got scared ‘cause I knew I could never do better than you.”

Alex puts his fork down in his half empty plate of pancakes and gets up, chair scraping the floor behind him and walks the couple steps that separate him and Michael before sitting down in his lap. “Your pancakes are better,” he says, kissing him with the syrup still on his lips. He pulls away and pushes away one of Michael’s curly strands away from his face. “Your hair is softer. You make me laugh harder than anyone else in the world.” Alex runs his thumb into Michael’s little dimple as the other man softly smiles. “And there’s no one else I’d rather kiss until the day I die.”

“Damn,” Michael says softly, hands squeezing Alex’s waist. “Now I feel a little stupid.”

“The stupidest man I know,” Alex adds and smiles brightly when he hears Michael laugh. “Can we eat our pancakes now?”

“Wait – you didn’t say anything about my dick,” Michael says, his hands falling back to his lap when Alex moves away.

Alex kisses the top of his head. “That’s after breakfast.”

[iwonderifyouwonderaboutme]

@roswellnewmexicoweek Day 5 - Parallels

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