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what is lost will be found by caitlesshea (@caitlesshea)

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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.

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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.

Alex had written his schedule in the last letter he’d sent so he’d know when the best time to call would be. He even wrote out the entire time zone conversion so he wouldn’t have to do anything extra. Alex didn’t want to be a burden just because this was something he wanted.

Sure enough, only a few minutes late, the phone rang.

“Hello?” Alex said after only half a ring.

“Did you know that you have to press that little green phone button to actually make it go through? The payphone you just type the fucking numbers and wait, you’d think it’d be the same, but fuck me if anything makes sense,” Michael complained. Alex smiled and brought his leg to his chest. He hid his smile in his knee. He couldn’t let anyone know he was talking to a boy, that would get him in a lot of trouble, but... It was Michael.

“Hi,” Alex said, softer this time as he tried to contain his excitement.

“Hey,” Michael said back, sighing as he subsided his complaints, “I miss you.”

Alex looked around for good measure before saying, “I miss you too. God, I can’t believe I get to hear your voice.”

“Come home,” Michael grumbled, “I’ll find somewhere to hide you and we won’t have to leave and you can hear my voice whenever you want.”

“Oh yeah?” Alex chuckled, “Where would you hide me?”

“I know a place,” Michael said, that matter-of-fact tone heavy in his voice.

“I’m sure you do,” he said, “But I’ve got a couple years before I can get out.”

“Hence the hiding,” Michael insisted. Alex smiled sadly to himself. “When are you getting a break, though? ‘Cause the second you do, we’re finding a place in the desert and staying there for at least 12 hours.”

“Bring sunscreen this time,” Alex said.

“I tan.”

“So do I,” Alex laughed, “I still wear sunscreen. We don’t wanna fuck up your pretty skin.”

“You’re pretty,” Michael shot back. Alex rolled his eyes.

“No, you’re pretty.”

“You’re prettier.”

“Am not.”

“Are too.”

“Not even kinda.”

“I will win this argument, you are literal model material.”

“Oh, shut up, I am not.”

“Alex Manes, you are so gorgeous in every way that I--”

“Manes!”

Alex jumped and dropped the phone to stand at attention for his CO. Sargent Wilks eyed him, stepping closer. Alex was convinced that his father was friends with this man and told him to keep a closer eye on Alex than everyone else. He was always on his ass, always suspicious of him, refused to let him be alone with anyone if he could help it. It was frustrating.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

“Talking to a friend from home, Sir.”

“Sounded like more than a friend to me,” he said, looking at the phone that Alex had let drop to the floor. He was really hoping it wasn’t broken.

“Well, just a friend for right now, Sir,” Alex said, already having his excuse prepared, “She didn’t want to do long distance.”

“Mhm,” Sargent Wilks grunted, nodding his head, “What’s her name?”

“Isobel,” Alex lied, “Tall, blonde, gorgeous. I got lucky.”

“I see,” he said, still not completely buying it. But Alex wasn’t stupid. If they traced the call, it’d be in Isobel Evans’ name. The bill would be sent to the Evans’ residence. They could suspect, but they couldn’t prove shit. “Well, don’t talk too long. We’ve got stuff to do.”

“Yes, Sir.”

He stood at attention until Sargent Wilks got far enough away to feel comfortable. He quickly bent down to grab his phone. It wasn’t cracked or anything and the call was still going. Alex put it to his ear.

“Hey, you still there?” Alex asked. Michael was quiet for a second.

“I hate this,” he whispered when he finally spoke. Alex’s heart ached a little more than he would ever admit. 

“I know, but I’ll be home when I can, okay? And we’ll talk as much as possible,” Alex insisted. Michael didn’t respond. “Hello?”

“Yeah, I’m here,” Michael sighed, “But you should go. I’ll text you or whatever. Bye, Alex.”

“Wait, are you mad at me?” Alex asked. Michael sighed.

“No. I’m not mad at you,” he said, “But I’ll talk to you later.”

“Okay,” Alex whispered, “Bye.”

The phone call ended and Alex was left wondering if he’d made the wrong choice is pressuring him to get a phone in the first place.

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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.

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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.

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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 😌