#sabrinachill

[rnmfoundfamily]

[michaels-blackhat]

“This was not part of the plan.”

“This was not part of the plan.”

Liz ignored Max’s grumbling as she and Michael crept down another corridor. She watched as Michael pulled the earpiece out of his ear to cut off Max’s accusations that, somehow, it was Michael who was the bad influence in the scenario, rather than the more truthful fact: from the moment the team decided Michael and Liz would infiltrate the lab, they privately decided that they would sneak away.

The turned the corner and saw what they were aiming for: the specimen room. Liz prayed as Michael open the door- Please, please be here please please.

The door opened and there, along the wall full of empty floor to ceiling tubes, was one single tube with a woman in it.

“Rosa,” she breathed.

[prouvaireafterdark]

#40! 💕

40. A gentle kiss that quickly descends into passion, with little regard for what’s going on around them.

“Hey,” Alex says, cupping Michael’s cheek in an attempt to keep his attention on him and not the shit storm of problems they have facing them right now. Michael’s eyes are wide and a little wet as he stares back at him, his chest rising and falling in heavy, frustrated breaths. “It’s gonna be okay,” he continues, rubbing his thumb gently against his cheekbone. “We’re gonna figure this out.”

“You don’t know that,” Michael argues petulantly, but the fight goes out of him the longer Alex touches him.

“Yes, I do,” Alex says with unwavering confidence, taking a small step closer. “You wanna know how I know?”

Michael doesn’t answer him, but Alex continues, undeterred.

“Because you’re the smartest person I’ve ever met,” he says, ”and if there’s anyone who can think their way out of this, it’s you.”

Michael looks at him skeptically, but his eyes betray how much Alex’s words have affected him. It isn’t a surprise—he knows how rarely Michael has been given unqualified praise throughout his life—but Alex feels a pang of anger for him all the same. It’s gone as quick as it comes, the gravity of their situation pulling him back into the present.

“You really think I can pull this off?” Michael asks hesitantly and a rush of warm affection runs through Alex’s chest.

“Of course I do,” Alex assures him, pulling him into a hug. He feels Michael sag in relief against his chest as he buries his face in his neck and takes a deep, fortifying breath. “I believe in you, Michael,” Alex whispers in his ear. “I’ve always believed in you.”

Michael tightens his hold around Alex’s waist. “I love you,” he whispers, voice muffled against Alex’s neck.

“I love you too,” Alex says, running his fingers soothingly through Michael’s curls.

Michael lets his head rest there a few more seconds before he lifts himself up off Alex’s shoulder and pulls him into a kiss.

It starts out soft, just a simple brush of lips, but the next thing Alex knows, Michael is licking his way into his mouth, his grip tightening around his waist. The whole world falls away from Alex in that moment and all that remains is the unnatural warmth of Michael’s mouth and the intoxicating scent of petrichor clinging to the air around them. He feels the soft puff of Michael’s breath against his lips as he pulls away, only to come back to kiss him at a better angle, slotting their lips together again like two pieces of the same puzzle.

Michael backs Alex up into the worktable behind him, papers shifting beneath his fingers as he instinctively reaches for balance against it’s surface. A pencil rolls off the table, but Alex is too busy gasping at the insistent press of Michael’s thigh between his legs to notice.

There’s a dramatic cough somewhere behind them and Alex suddenly remembers where they are. He turns around to see Liz, Isobel, and Kyle shifting awkwardly where they stand in the bunker behind him.

“Well, now that your pep talk’s finished, think we can get started?” Isobel asks, looking sufficiently uncomfortable. “The world isn’t gonna save itself.”

Alex looks back to Michael.

“You ready?” Alex asks him.

“Yeah,” Michael answers, and this time there’s a spark of confidence in his eyes. He leans in to steal another kiss, a quick one this time. “Let’s do this.”

[unbreakablejemmasimmons]

Malex + “That’s so stupid. Please, do it again.” 💕

Hello I hope you like sweet end-of-high school Malex fluff that may or may actually not fit into any canon timeline! <3

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“What are you reading?” 

Michael looked up with a start, tucking the magazine partway underneath the sleeping bag scrunched up next to him in the bed of his truck. He couldn’t keep the grin off his face as he watched Alex swing his guitar case up and over the side, then climb in after it. 

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” 

Alex smirked, dropping down beside him and leaning closer to capture Michael’s lips in a kiss. Michael hummed into it just like he knew Alex liked, letting his tongue swipe into his mouth to distract him as he shoved the magazine further under the cheap nylon fabric. Despite his best efforts, Alex just chuckled, reaching over his lap and snatching the magazine before Michael had even opened his eyes. 

“Hey, it’s not mine, okay?” Michael said, holding both hands in the air with an innocent shrug.

The things Alex could do with one eyebrow never failed to impress Michael. “You mean you don’t have a subscription to Cosmo of your very own?” 

“It’s Isobel’s,” Michael answered, shifting so he could sag back against the side of the truck and throw his legs over Alex’s lap. One of Alex’s hands immediately began massaging idly at his calf, his thumb stroking back and forth over thrift store denim. It made something in Michael shiver. “Swiped it from her bag after school. She threatened me ‘til I promised I’d give it back.” 

With his free hand, Alex flipped through the brightly-colored pages. “Trying to learn whether you’re a winter or a summer?” He turned the page and laughed, his eyes crinkling prettily at the corners in a way that stole Michael’s breath. “Or the latest mascara trends hot off the runway?” He thumbed through a few more pages. “Or the 69 freshest new ways to please your man?” 

Michael froze momentarily, but really, there was no sense in pretending. He tilted his head back against the cool metal, eyeing Alex through his lashes in a way he hoped was more seductive than silly. “Depends. One of those options sound better to you? Because I know one of ‘em sounds better to me.” 

Alex swallowed, then met his eyes and let out a soft breath. One corner of his mouth quirked up. “Care to share with the class what you’ve learned, Guerin?” 

Michael sat up straighter, scooting closer even as it meant he had to pull his legs out of Alex’s lap and tuck them underneath him. He leaned in close and nuzzled his nose at the edge of Alex’s jaw. Alex, very helpfully, cocked his head to the side to give him plenty of room to work with. 

“Maybe not the whole class,” he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to the side of Alex’s neck. “But I could be down for a one-on-one study session.” 

“So, ah…” Alex swallowed again as Michael nipped at the soft skin beneath his ear. “What was one of the freshest tips you learned?” 

“Well,” Michael started, pulling back just enough to peek into the messenger bag Alex had brought into the truck bed with him. He reached inside and pulled out Alex’s water bottle, opening it with one hand as the other cupped the back of Alex’s head. “According to Cosmo, I should take a sip of ice cold water…” He took a long gulp and swallowed it down, his eyes hooded as he watched Alex’s gaze track the movement. “And then…” He tugged gently on the hair at the back of Alex’s head, positioning him right where he wanted him. “Blow.” Michael blew a soft, presumably chilly breath right into Alex’s ear. 

After a beat, Alex burst out laughing, which was not exactly the desired effect. 

Michael pulled back a few inches, pouting, and when Alex caught his eye, he laughed again. “I’m sorry, Guerin, it’s just… that’s so stupid.” 

“Me trying to make you feel good is stupid?” 

“No! No. It’s just…” Alex slipped a hand around Michael’s waist to pull him in closer. “It’s cold air, in my ear. It tickles, that’s all.” He leaned in to press a kiss to the corner of Michael’s mouth, which made his scowl soften, just a little. “It wasn’t bad, just… surprising.” Another kiss. “Please do it again.” 

Michael watched him warily, but when Alex looked at him like that, there was simply no way for him to resist. He huffed a sigh, then took another sip of water, blowing another cool stream of air into Alex’s ear. 

For a second, Alex was still. Then he squirmed, letting out a chuckle. 

“Alex!” 

“I’m sorry! It just tickles!” 

“I’m telling Isobel her magazine’s bullshit.” 

Alex grinned fondly at him, then scooted even closer, nudging Michael’s shoulder with his nose. “You know, just because one of the tips didn’t work… I mean, there are 68 more things we could try.” 

Michael raised his eyebrows. “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah. And I don’t have to be home ‘til 11.” 

“Mmm, plenty of time to try one or two.” 

Alex made it home by curfew by the skin of his teeth. The next morning at school, Michael considered sneaking the magazine back into Isobel’s bag, but at the last moment, tucked it into the glove box of his truck instead.

After all, the whole summer stretched ahead of them. There was so much time, and so many new things to try.

Want a minific? Yeah you do. Send me a prompt! 

[foramomentonly]

For the writer asks: 4, 7, & 15 💕

Has a comment someone left on a fic of yours ever made you cry? No, I don’t think so. I’m not much of a crier. That said, so many have warmed my heart and truly touched me. It’s only my cold, dead, soul that’s kept me from tears lol.

What is you favourite sentence/paragraph?

Wow, that’s hard. I’ll do the one that’s most recently brought me pride:

Even since that day, Alex shows up with Rosa, and always he seeks Michael out on his dingy patio like the smell of skunk weed and sunlight is a beacon calling him home. 

IDK why, but I’m insanely proud of “skunk weed and sunlight” lol

Describe (one of) your wip(s) in the weirdest/most contrived way possible! 

I still love my random truth serum WIP description: Malex get dosed with a truth serum, but they fuck instead as well.

Also, um: Maria and Alex kill people and share Michael.

[manesalex]

Happy birthday you wonderful, delightful, kind, talented, radiant human! 💖🦄💖

Thank you so much, Mattie! You are so thoughtful and I’m so happy I met you through this fandom.

[aewriting]

Oooh, okay! How about any pairing you want + “I love you, you enormously stubborn pain in the ass.”

“If you are not going to listen to Dr. Valenti, world-renowned expert in aliens - “

“Laying it on a little thick, there,” Max mutters.

“Ahem,” Liz says sternly, pushing Max back down against the mattress. “As I was saying, if you don’t listen to Kyle and start taking it easy, then I,” her thighs tighten around him, “am going to have to take it upon myself to make sure you stay in this bed.”

Max arches an eyebrow, eyes her bare legs. “And why would you do that, Liz?” He pulls a wrist free of her grasp, runs it down her back. “No ulterior motive, I’m sure,” he murmurs, settling his palm on her hip.

“I’d do it because I love you,” she says, swatting away his hand and repinning it above his head, “you enormously stubborn pain in the ass.”

[queermil]

What if?

WHAT IF – i will pick an important choice or event in my current project and write three sentences (or more?) about if it’d gone done differently

“It kind of feels like we can,” he counters, hands still gripping Alex by the hips.

Alex stares back at him with wide, dark eyes, and Michael steels himself for the rejection that's sure to come.

So, he's surprised when he's pulled back in with a hand on his neck, and Alex is there against him, licking into his mouth in a desperately sexy way.

Michael pushes him against and onto the desk, sending paper flying across the floor, but he can't spare a second for them when Alex is hooking one leg over his hip and rolling his entire lower body upwards.