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Buck gets a concussion on a call and wakes up in an alternate reality. Confused, disoriented, and really missing his family, he wants to go back to his reality, but it’s so hard to leave. Because it’s almost everything he’s ever dreamed of. Or the alternate reality au that no one asked for.
Phone - Malex!!
I am 99.9% sure this was sent as a 100 word fic... but considering it took me a billion years it’s gonna be longer 😂
ao3
Alex waited impatiently by his phone, chewing on his lip and bouncing his leg as he waited.
Today was the day Michael Guerin was getting his own phone. That meant they would be able to talk to each other whenever they wanted. It took over a year and he waited until Alex was overseas, but he was getting one. He promised. Michael didn’t make a lot of promises, but he usually did his damnedest to keep the ones he made.
for @caitlesshea
For the writer ask: pink & purple!
Pink: Which of your characters would become your best friend?
If we met in middle or high school, definitely Alex. Similar music taste, similar fashion sense, similar trauma - we’d have been buds.
Purple: Which of your characters would become your sworn enemy?
“Sworn enemy” is a little dramatic, but Kyle, if we met in middle or high school, and I haven’t written about them much, but if we’re talking RNM characters in general then Wyatt and Jesse definitely top the list.
15. “I like to think we’re more than ‘just friends’.” - Forlex 💙
This is a college au.
The library’s heating system has been on the fritz for nearly five days now. Alex yawns around the chill induced sleepy haze and keeps on going over his notes. Next to him, Forrest is balancing on two legs of his chair and mumbling about number theory to his laptop screen. Alex doesn’t even know why Forrest agreed to sit with him in the dank corner of the Engineering library, with its uncomfortable chairs and broken heat system. Forrest, who’s very likely acing Discrete Math without the insane discipline of study that Alex puts himself through, but comes to Alex’s study sessions twice a week with no questions or complaints.
Forrest, who learned Alex’s coffee order within a week of knowing him and brought it to him at every study session, a small smile dimpling his face. Forrest who texted him everyday, short things, filled with emojis, and never took Alex’s single word or emoji responses as an insult. Forrest is like a breath of fresh air in Alex’s regimented life, a bright splash of color in the drab military universe Alex was born and raised in. Alex likes Forrest’s attention - the way he smiles easily at Alex, the way he thinks Alex is hilarious even though no one has ever accused Alex of having a sense of humor.
Alex’s head droops over his notebook again, and he tries to subtly arrange himself by putting his head over an arm. Finals week sucks and he’s barely had three hours of sleep in the last four days, and the chilly air of the library is not helping his brain to stay awake. Between one blink at his notes and the next, Alex has dozed off.
He wakes after maybe thirty minutes, a little confused. Temperature in the library hadn’t increased, but for some reason Alex woke up warm. He realizes he’s under a nest of two warm coats and a giant scarf that he knows belongs to Forrest. Forrest, who is still busy typing, who now looks a little chilled, holding on to a steaming cup of coffee in one hand.
Alex shifts the coats away, making Forrest look up at him. “Morning!” he whisper-crows, the ever present dimpled smile on his face.
“You didn’t need to do this,” Alex responds, grateful and heated by the gesture, and even more so when Forrest pushes a second steaming cup at him.
Forrest shrugs and smiles, “what are friends for, right?”
And Alex, whose brain hasn’t still shifted into full wakefulness, lets his mouth run off. “I like to think we’re more than just friends,” he murmurs.
Forrest’s responding smile is like sunshine after rain, and Alex wouldn’t have it any other way.
Send me a prompt!
Fanfic meme: 1!
1. What is your favorite fic you have under your belt?
it’s always changing but right now it’s gotta be thinkin' about the way that you kiss (i want to melt with you). soft bro michael is all 😌