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Alex Manes Week 2023 l Day 1: What I Love About Alex

My favorite Alex Episode (1.08)

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@alexmanesappreciation Day 2: What I wish for Alex (Manes-Guerin) 

I wish Alex (and Michael) would leave Roswell for good, adopt a couple of kids, and that Alex would go to therapy (his suicidal ideation hurts my heart).

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Alex Week Prompts are here! 

Monday, April 24 The way I love Alex (Manes-Guerin) What do you love about our favorite soldier? Tuesday, April 25 What I wish for Alex (Manes-Guerin) What if you could write the next chapter of Alex’s story? Wednesday, April 26 Songs for Alex (Manes-Guerin) What songs (or poems) remind you of Alex? Thursday, April 27 The way I love Tyler Blackburn Show Tyler some love! Friday, April 28 Tag an Alex lover!  Celebrate fandom friends, share recs, share the love!

Please remember to tag this blog in all your posts so we can promote them. Tags can be missed and we don’t want to forget anyone’s wonderful creation

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Alex Manes Appreciation Week (2/5)

Alex’s sleeping patterns weren’t getting any better. Michael was used to waking alone some nights, but it was starting to feel like days since he’d had Alex in his arms, and it was starting to show on Alex’s face, too.

                “Those dark circles are getting worse,” Michael murmured one late morning, brushing a thumb under Alex’s eye, and sighed, “Are you getting any sleep lately?”

                “I’m fine,” Alex insisted, kissed the back of Michael’s hand, and let it fall. “I’ve got to go, I’m going to be late.”

                “Alex,” Michael followed him to the door, exasperated, “can’t you take today off? You’re exhausted, you need to rest!”

                “Guerin, I told you I can handle it.”

                “Damn it, Manes!” Michael blocked the door. “Would you stop for a second and listen to me?”

                Alex’s shoulders fell and he pinched the bridge of his nose. “Guerin—”

                “Look at yourself,” he demanded. “You’ve been wearing your prosthetic for days, you can barely stand longer than a few minutes at a time, you haven’t gotten any shuteye—”

                “And I’m not going to,” Alex cut in gently. “Listen, I get that you’re worried about me and you love me, but pushing is not going to make a difference. Not now.”

                “Why?” Michael faltered. “What’s so special about now?”

                Alex licked his lips and shut his eyes, turning away. Michael followed him into the living room where he set his duffel bag by the foot of the couch and sat down, dropping his head into his hands and heaving a sigh.

                “Alex?” Michael’s concern was mounting in his chest and he sat down next to his husband, hesitating for just a second before putting a hand between his shoulder blades. “Talk to me, baby. What’s going on?”

                Alex picked his head up, but his expression was numb. His thumbs carved into the backs of his hands as he interlocked his fingers.

Finally, he said, “I had this friend, back in my Air Force days. Well . . . friend might be too small a word.”

The implication was clear, and Michael’s hand paused only for a split second before he continued rubbing.

“Okay,” he said softly, encouraging.

“His name was Scott Mason,” Alex went on. “I would’ve given up in base training if it wasn’t for him, Guerin. We helped each other, looked after each other . . . he made me realize that there were more important things than winning, but he never let me lose either. When I left the Air Force, he said it’d lost its appeal and that he was coming home, too. Except about a week before . . .”

He trailed off and ran a hand through his hair. “His death anniversary’s this Friday, and I always”—he cleared his throat—“I always get like this around the day, and I—I make up for the sleep later, that’s why I know I can handle it. Because I always do.”

But Michael was already pulling him in against him, one hand in his hair and the other gripping his arm tightly. He pressed his lips to Alex’s forehead hard as unwanted images flashed in his mind. If it had been Alex who’d been lost to him a week before he was supposed to come to Roswell, the idea of Alex’s death anniversary. What Michael would’ve been like and what he’d done around a day like that. His grip turned to vice, and Alex chuckled against his neck.

“I’m right here, baby. I’m safe.”

Michael swallowed. “Sometimes I forget that you had this whole other life away from me. If . . . if I’d lost you—”

“But you didn’t,” Alex said soothingly, putting a hand on Michael’s chest as if to calm his heart racing. “I’m right here. And I’m going to be fine, I promise. I just have to get through the day.”

                “I know,” he said, and shut his eyes when Alex’s arms came around his waist to hug him back.

                A long several minutes passed, then Alex asked—

                “Are you planning to let me go any time soon?”

                “No.”

                “Got it.”

***

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Day 3 of @alexmanesappreciation:  Songs for Alex (Manes-Guerin)

Hurts 2B Human by P!nk (feat. Khalid)

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Is there going to be an Alex Manes Appreciation Week this year??? I don't remember there being one last year and I was so sad that there wasn't! Please let there be one!?

Hello!

No, there was not an Alex Manes Week in 2022, you are correct. So far, this blog has not seen or heard anything regarding an event for him in the future either. I would recommend sending a message to the @alexmanesappreciation tumblr and asking the organizers if they have any plans for the event in the future.

However, many of the organizers for the fandom events that have been held over the past 4 years are starting to move on now that the show has ended, but it's very likely others may take over for some of them.

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| Alex Manes 🖤 |

~A kind soul,having suffered a lot,yet still,still makes the world a little brighter.~

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Missing Alex Manes Weekend—day 1: love ❥

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Perfection.

god forbid i have faith in people who don’t give me a good reason to

missing alex manes weekend: day 3 - resilience

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Alex Manes Week 2023 | Day 2: What I Wish For Alex

aka a picket-fenced yard with aliens

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@alexmanesappreciation Day 1: The way I love Alex (Manes-Guerin)

I love everything about Alex Manes.

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Are you ready?

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Alex Manes Appreciation Week (3/5)

                Friday was coming up, and Alex had officially stopped eating. Though certainly not for a lack of trying.

                “Please, baby, just one more bite,” Michael tried, encouraging the fork up to Alex’s lips.

                Alex’s eyes fluttered wearily and he closed his mouth around the slice of meat. He looked like he was in pain, chewing slowly before forcing himself to swallow and dropping the fork.

                “I can’t anymore,” he murmured and slid off the stool. Michael watched with a heavy heart as Alex trudged out of the kitchen, like every inch of him was weighed down by exhaustion and nausea. He tapped his finger on his plate, wondering whether he should follow or not, and in the end decided it didn’t matter what Alex would’ve preferred because if he stayed away any longer, he would crawl out of his own skin.

                He found his husband in their bedroom, too tired these days to do anything more than lie curled up on his side in bed. When he saw Michael, he slowly turned over so that his back was to the door, and Michael climbed into bed behind him, pressing his chest to Alex’s back and wrapping an arm around his waist.

                “It’s almost over,” Michael whispered against the shell of Alex’s ear.

                “Not yet,” Alex heaved a long, shaky sigh. “It’s okay. I can keep going a little longer.”

                “I know,” Michael told him, and tightened his grip on him, keeping them pressed unbearably close. Alex covered his hand on his stomach with his own.

                “Don’t go anywhere,” he whispered, and Michael pressed his face into the crook of his neck.

                “I won’t.”

***

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title: surprise

summary: day 1 of alex week. found family. post s3. now that they are officially together, michael wants to give alex the best birthday party ever.

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“Mikey, are you sure this is a good idea?” Liz asked her friend as he put up banners all around Alex’s house with his powers. The curly-haired alien looked over at her and rolled his eyes.

“This is his first birthday celebration since we got together. I need this to be perfect, Ortecho.”

Max and Isobel were on their way with the drinks, while Kyle, Maria, and Rosa were making food for the party in the kitchen. Dallas and Heath would have been there, but they were on a date, apologizing to Michael for not making it.

Alex had been out of the house since 8 am, having no idea everyone would take it over. They still had two hours before he would be home, and Michael hoped he would like it.

He finished with the insane amount of birthday decorations as Liz looked at him with a smirk. He caught her look and sighed.

“What?” He pretended to be busy putting extra tape on one of the signs, his cheeks turning an embarrassing shade of pink.

“You loooooove him,” she teased and watched as he paused what he was doing. Turning to her, he gave her a look as if she was stating the obvious.

“I’ve loved him since we were 17. Nothing has changed, other than the fact that we are finally dating like normal people would when they love each other.”

“It’s cute.”

“I’m not cute.” He muttered, and she snorted out a laugh.

“I didn’t say you were cute. If anything, Alex is the cute one in the relationship.”

Michael let a grin cross his face, showing his agreement at that statement. “You got that right.”

Liz smacked him on the shoulder.

“Let’s get this house ready for your cutie to come home. You sure he doesn’t mind being surprised?”

Michael gulped as he lied through his teeth.

“He’ll love it!”

They stood together, facing away from the door as she finished helping him tape up the decorations. They didn’t hear the front door open as they argued over how much tape they should be using.

“Why does it look like Party City threw up in my living room?” Alex asked, and the two scientists froze. There was silence throughout the first floor, the occupants of the kitchen also now realizing the man of honor was home.

Michael turned around slowly before grinning and at the same time looking like he wanted the floor to swallow him whole.

“Uh, surprise?”

“What did I say about surprises, Michael?” Alex said, trying to look angry and failing.

“You said...you hated them.”

Liz turned to her partner in crime, smacking him on the arm. “You said he loved them!”

He winced, shrugging his shoulders, and watched as Alex took a step closer.

Both of them took a small step back, afraid of Alex’s wrath. The man let out a laugh at their reactions before grabbing Michael by the arm.

Shocked by Alex’s unusual reaction, he was even more dumbfounded as Alex grabbed his face and kissed him on the cheek.

“I love you.”

“You do?” Michael asked warily. “You’re not mad?”

“Why would I be mad if my boyfriend and friends threw me a birthday party?”

“You told me you used to hate surprises!” Michael asked, confused. Alex frowned, biting his lip before responding.

“My dad’s version of surprises turned me off of the idea. It was never good when he surprised me,” he admitted sadly. Shaking his head, he looked at his sweet, caring, beautiful boyfriend and let a grin appear on his face again.

“But you? You can surprise me all you want. I can’t let my dad ruin something like a surprise party from the people that love me. I love you, Michael.”

“I love you too. Happy birthday, honey,” Michael teased, before giving Alex his own kiss on the forehead, before leaving another one on his lips.

“Aww!” Liz squealed, and they separated and looked at their friend in amusement.

“What?” She pouted.

“Liz, come help us with the food,” Maria said from the doorway, smiling at the pair before walking over to Liz and dragging the woman away from them.

Michael let himself breathe, taking in his boyfriend. He raised an eyebrow at that moment, realizing that Alex was home from work two hours early.

“Why are you home so early anyway?” He asked, letting his hands lightly grip Alex’s face.

“Eduardo let me leave early. I didn’t know why, but I didn’t question it. I wanted to get home to you.”

That admission had Michael preening, realizing how happy it made him that Alex wanted to come home to him sooner rather than later.

He pulled Alex to his chest, wrapping him in his arms. Alex was shocked at the action before wrapping his arms around the other man, leaning against his boyfriend, feeling the warmth engulf him. He knew he had to get used to this feeling. The love emitting off of Michael for Alex was almost too much sometimes, but Alex knew he could get used to it. He loved Michael just as much.

They were standing there for what felt like five minutes, wrapped up in each other and not wanting to let go, before Isobel and Max came in, holding several bottles of alcohol and a six-pack of some kind of non-alcohol beverage for Rosa.

“Let’s get this birthday bash started!” Isobel all but yelled before running to the kitchen to greet Kyle with kisses.

Max huffed out a laugh, looking at the two men, who were looking on with eyebrows raised. “She started early,” he gestured to the empty alcohol bottle in his hand.

They watched on amused as the rest of the gang came out of the kitchen. Maria and Rosa were holding the food and setting it down, as Kyle and Isobel couldn’t seem to keep their hands off each other.

“Hey!” Michael exclaimed, throwing a plastic party noisemaker at their heads. “We’re eating here.”

“I can’t help it if Valenti is hot.”

“Alex is the hottest one in the room,” Michael stated matter of factly. Alex’s face went beet red, feeling Michael pull him into his side. “But I can keep my hands off of him in front of people.”

“Michael, you’re literally hugging him right now,” Kyle stated, clearly entertained by what was happening in front of him.

“And you were kissing him earlier…” Liz revealed.

“It’s his birthday. That should be allowed!” Alex hid his head in Michael’s shoulder, the warm feeling coming back.

He loved this ridiculous man.

He lifted his head before kissing Michael on the lips quickly and grabbing a plate of food.

“Yes, it is my birthday, so Michael can kiss me all he wants.” Michael grinned at that. “I love you guys, and I know I don’t say it enough. I wouldn’t know what I would do without you. You’re my family. Now let’s eat, and then we can play whatever crazy party games you had planned.”

“I got lightsabers…” Michael started, and everyone watched on, trying not to laugh as Alex froze at the surprise.

“Are we lightsaber jousting Guerin?” He asked, putting his plate on the table, the food clearly forgotten.

“You’re a Jedi baby,” Michael smiled, looking at Alex with so much love he didn’t know how much his heart could take. “Of course, we’re jousting with lightsabers.”

Michael should have guessed that Alex wouldn’t want to eat after that admission and let himself be dragged out to the backyard. He grabbed two of the lightsabers he had in a box, leaning against the wall in the hallway on the way out.

He came to a sudden stop and pulled Alex to his chest, knowing he needed to let him know once more how much he adored him.

“I love you, Alex.”

“I love you back,” Alex responded before slowly grabbing one of the toy lightsabers out of his boyfriend’s hand.

“Now, if I win...you have to move in with me.”

Michael’s eyes went wide as saucers before letting out a smirk.

“And if I win?”

Alex squinted at him, looking like he was thinking hard before smiling.

“You have to move your airstream into my backyard.”

“Doesn’t that just mean…”

“That you still move in with me? Yes.”

“We’d both win in the end then.”

“We already won, Guerin. We have each other.”

They looked at each other and smiled, feeling the love behind those words.

Suddenly, Alex’s smile turned into a smirk as he lit up the lightsaber.

“Now be prepared to get your ass kicked.” They raised their arms to fight, oblivious to their friends watching from the back patio.

“This is some weird foreplay, guys,” Rosa stated, taking a swig of her sparkling water.

All their friends murmured in agreement before watching their friends. Kyle looked confused before blurting out, “Are lightsabers part of Star Trek or Star Wars?”

“Ay dios mio!” Liz exclaimed before patting Kyle on the arm. “Stick to what you know, Kyle.”

He shrugged, clearly still lost, before looking on and smiling as his best friend won the fight and jumped into Michael’s arms. Michael tried catching him before slipping on the mud from the rainfall earlier that morning and falling to the ground. They all gasped and moved to help when they noticed that Alex was currently kissing Michael all over his face. Clearly, no one was hurt.

They all looked on, their faces full of mixed reactions before Max put an arm around Liz, spoke up, and looked at the group.

“Let them have this.” He cleared his throat. “Pictionary, anyone?”

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