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A sequel addition one-shot to my gamer au, "A Mere Sweet Dream".
Months after moving into their new home, Hazal's birthday rolls around, and something she'd thought was merely a throwaway joke turns out to be very real.
She'd expected it to be a quiet birthday. As it turns out, petplay and collars really do it for her.
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- Part 2 of Gamer AU
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What starts with Mario Kart ends with Mario Kart
Alternatively: a oneshot of snippets of Doc and Etho's friendship in college
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See, Tango (of the Tek variety) has long since been dealing with minor memory problems. No big deal, really. Just little memory lapses. They generally gave him little trouble, so Tango had learned to live with them.
And then season nine rolls around, and his memory gets worse, and Impulse drags him out of his Decked Out hole, and suddenly, Impulse is dropping an explanation for his memory issues that Tango thinks might make his head explode.Or: Tango has memory issues, and Impulse thinks that Tango might be part of a system.
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Set early/mid season 9 while Beef is still making cards and it’s implied Ethos still not fully on his feet yet and settle down the server.
Ethos relaxing, stunning himself on the vast expanses of Beefs card making site, and Beef is… head over heels without fucking knowing it.
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Let Me (Put My Lips to Something) by Quinquangularist
Fandoms: 3rd Life | Last Life SMP Series
05 Jul 2023
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And this is what it feels like. Etho's skin itches, crawls when Joel's blood-red gaze rests on him, heavier than lead.
It's different from what he had with Bdubs, of course it is. Back then, when they skirted around it, when Etho stood on one side of a fence placed more for peace of mind than efficacy and stared across it into the eyes of a man who wanted nothing more than to consume him whole, there was a forbiddenness, a sense of wrong, and whenever they touched Etho would pull away like he'd been burned, unwilling, or maybe unable to let himself fall, headlong, into that crimson unknown, the drag behind his ribs like leaning off a clifftop.
He had never been a brave man.