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Team BEST vs. The Bad Boys: What Really Happened by fandoms_consume_my_life
Fandoms: 3rd Life | Last Life SMP Series, Hermitcraft SMP, Empires SMP
28 Mar 2023
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I got the idea for this after the first session of Limited Life and I unfortunately couldn't write this until now. Basically just a high school AU with our favorite boys.
Bookmarked by 01001100
11 Apr 2024
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LOVE IT! A decently long story about team BEST and Bad Boys in high school with some boat boys and rancher flakes. <3
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The People You Meet Across Your Street by TayTayTheHufflepuff
Fandoms: Limited Life SMP, Hermitcraft SMP
31 May 2023
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The origin story of how team ZIT came to be. (And a guide on how to make friends even when you’re socially awkward.)
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- Part 1 of Family T.I.E.S. and FRIENDS
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An Unrepairable Bond by DemonandAngelz
Fandoms: Minecraft (Video Game), 3rd Life | Last Life SMP Series
10 Apr 2023
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Grian breaks past a small part of Watcher magic allowing everyone in Double Life to remember the game. Those memories break and bind the participants.
No matter how much Joel wishes, the Boat Boys are the former.
Bookmarked by 01001100
09 Aug 2023
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beautiful smalletho, just they haven't updated
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Jimmy Solidarity is an elementary teacher. He teaches the 3rd grade at the nearest elementary school and is pretty good at his job. His students love him and his coworkers are friendly.
Tango's job description is hard to describe. He does a lot of things in the small town he lives in. He fixes cars, invents machines, builds things, fixes appliances, coding work, he does a lot. He also happens to be Jimmy's crush.
This is the story of two idiots falling head over heels for each other.
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- Part 1 of Jimmy Teacher au
- Part 3 of Rose's Ranchers
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Help, I whispered, and he held me tighter.
Don’t worry. I’m here. I won’t let anyone take you away from me.
Then he released me and looked at me, some uncertainty in his eyes.
You don’t want to leave, right?
No I don’t.
He visibly relaxed.
I woke up in the middle of the night, and he was still asleep. His hand was on my collar, his fingertip on the little metal plaque with his name, the plaque itself warm like my skin and not metal.
I wasn’t the only one that was unconsciously insecure. We both were.
Society is built in a way where personal possessions are supposed to be traded with, and even though he had the decision of not accepting deals, he was subject to society.
We all were. It wasn’t just me.
It wasn’t just me.