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measuringlife told me to.1. Give me a pairing
2. Give me a text from last night.
3. I'll write you a short fic based on the scenario.
COSPLAY UPDATE COMING SOON about to go work on the wig.
measuringlife told me to.1. Give me a pairing
2. Give me a text from last night.
3. I'll write you a short fic based on the scenario.
COSPLAY UPDATE COMING SOON about to go work on the wig.
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(702):
the doctor said its the kinda of pregnant you dont recover from
(Said Almedha to Ashnard?
Yes I did somehow make this meme gloomy. Defy me, Ammy.)the one where Ashnard is in a frat and everything else is basically the same
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(702): the doctor said its the kinda pregnant you dont recover from
Ashnard squinted at his phone. Then he shrugged, rolled his eyes skyward and got up there to make some pledges cry.
Almedha would have to wait until after he was done destroying the kegstand.
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"Fair warning," Gawain said, catching Ashnard by the shoulder the next morning. He had that look on his face, the one that said he basically disapproved of Ashnard and everything he stood for. So business as usual, then. "You might want to check facebook."
"Why? Did Lanvega find those pictures of himself from spring break?"
Gawain made a face. He released Ashnard with a tiny shove backwards.
"Look, I'm just telling you to go have a look," Gawain said, frowning when Ashnard sneered. "Whatever, man, I've got class."
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Almedha (relationship status: It's Complicated), apparently livid in the face of her ignored text messages, had taken her crusade to a public forum. On top of the eight or so messages in his inbox, she'd posted status after status bemoaning her state.
He liked the top one, just because he knew she'd scream about it.
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Almedha invaded, a storm of freshly-styled curls and Bvlgari, when the party was just getting into the swing of things, and she knocked Bryce flat on his ass when he opened the door. Ashnard would've laughed, but it really wasn't funny -- Bryce had been holding his beer.
"We have to talk," she told him, sticking one perfectly manicured nail in the middle of his chest.
Ashnard had a bottle of Smirnoff behind his back; he would've Iced her, but last time he'd tried she'd demolished the whole bottle and hit him with it. He'd ruined his favorite hoodie staunching the blood.
That would've probably been the night in question, actually, come to think of it.
"Let's go upstairs," he told her.
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Almedha laid down the terms, swift and terrible and very attractive -- he would take responsibility, there'd be no more spiking her drinks "to watch her go off on the pledges" and he'd untag himself in all of Petrine's pictures.
It was pretty much fair.
And, well, the screaming in his face had always done it for him, more or less. He'd grabbed her around the waist, stifling her gasp with his mouth on hers, all teeth and tongue, and slipped his hands under her ass. He squeezed, once, twice, and then lifted her up onto the dresser.
She pulled his hair as he unzipped her jeans.
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"Also," she said the next morning, sitting at their kitchen table in a football jersey that definitely didn't belong to them and nothing else, "when I said Doctor Lehran said this is the kind of pregnant you don't recover from?"
"Uh-huh," Ashnard said around a mouthful of bacon. ("Close your damn mouth," Gawain snapped from the stove. "Goddess above, you're disgusting.")
"What I meant was I can't transform," Almedha said. Then she stole the rest of Ashnard's eggs. "So I guess I probably won't be terrorizing Alpha Beta Daien's competition for you guys anymore."
His fork clattered to the plate.
"Also, I was thinking, those celebrities who name their kids ridiculous things like Cantaloupe or Lightbulb -- they might have a point," Almedha continued blithely. "I was thinking 'Scenario.' It's original, and you know he'll grow up intelligent."
"Hey," Tauroneo leaned into the kitchen. "Did one of you assholes have sex on my dresser again?"
--
Rajaion Goldoa had most of his facebook content locked, but his profile picture showed a truly impressive wingspan. Also, he liked James Bond movies, so clearly he had good taste.
Ashnard drummed his fingers on his bare knees; Almedha had tossed his last good pair of pants in a tree before she'd left.
"So I think this could really work out," he said.
Gawain stared at him. "You're an idiot."
Ashnard clicked Add Friend.
Re: the one where Ashnard is in a frat and everything else is basically the same
This is horrible. But excellent.
Re: the one where Ashnard is in a frat and everything else is basically the same
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(352):
Also: how drunk is your brother? He just left me a message as batman.
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Erik/Charles, then.
(704):
I'm not sure what happened last night but I woke up next to him and I was wearing nothing but my grandpa's diabetic socks, so I'm letting that fill in the blanks.
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Our sex bag has now been upgraded to sex luggage, with wheels, and now features a first aid kit. Game. On.
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(212): matchstick there's some things a guy doesn't need to know
"Are you texting?" Peter asked, pushing his hair out of his eyes. He was attempting to zip the suitcase and having trouble which Johnny personally felt was hilarious. And he hadn't wanted to upgrade.
"Unlimited messaging," Johnny replied, holding up his sleek new phone. "I'll put you on the plan."
"Yeah, because I can just see how that'll go," Peter said. "Three in the morning -- hey bb did u kno ive got a signal in the negative zone? later!"
"Did you have to spell that all out?" Johnny asked, quirking an eyebrow. Peter gave the zipper one last futile tug and then sat back on his haunches.
"New idea," he said. "You hold this down and I'll jump up on top of it and maybe you can convince me to keep the handcuffs."
"Right," Johnny said, moving to grab a hold of the luggage. Peter climbed up on top of it. "And the handcuffs are a staple and you know it."
"I have webbing," Peter argued, jumping once, twice, and with a sound that probably meant something expensive had just broken, the luggage finally collapsed enough that Johnny could get it zipped all the way. "It's better than handcuffs! It dissolves and nobody ever loses the key!"
"One time," Johnny said, flapping a hand. Peter climbed down and surveyed their work, hands on his hips. Then he sat down next to Johnny and kicked at the luggage, lightly.
"The pathetic thing is, I'm not even arguing that the fact that we need all this for a week," he said, frowning. "You broke me."
"Improved," Johnny said, placing an obnoxiously wet kiss above Peter's ear. "The word you're looking for there is improved."
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You are totally the dealer for them...when I'm not being the dealer for them. You should write ALL THE AUS!
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Tim/Kon, because you write them so well. EXCEPT WAIT MAYBE I SHOULD REQUEST HANK/ALEX, BECAUSE YOU ARE THE ONLY ONE WHO WRITES THEM WELL. UM UM CAN I REQUEST BOTH?
okay here are two texts then. you can mix and match. 8D
(440):
The way I'm gonna look at it is, if you don't makeout with your roommate once in college, you didn't do something right.
(608):
On a lighter note, the guy I gave a lap dance to then fell asleep on his crotch just facebook friend requested me..
wait I lied this one's good too:
(949):
You will receive a large, large reward, worth much more than the actual phone you are holding, paid not only in cash but in sexual favors, if you return this phone! Please respond if you're interested in cash/sex/or just being a good person. Thanks and hope to hear from you soon!
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Hank/Alexc gets two because the first one is so short. Also I'm writing this on a phone so plz forgive any stupid typos. Also the second one sort of turned into Batneto how did that happen. So I guess it's a Robin!Alex preview now??
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01. (1-608) wait you did what
(608) oh fuck scott that wasn't for you
02. "Stop whining, you big baby."
"I can't figure out where I dropped it," Alex said into the tabletop. Raven rolled her eyes.
"You needed to upgrade anyway," Raven said. "Your phone was older than Charles', and he'd still be using the rotary in the library if I hadn't trashed it."
"I like my phone," Alex said, lifting his head up enough to scowl. "I don't want a new one."
"Okay, okay, fine," Raven declared, throwing up her hands. She grabbed her phone out of her bag.
"What are you doing?" Alex asked, leaning forward. Raven placed a hand over his face and shoved him back.
"Fixing it," she said.
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Hank liked to think he was a good person, in the grand scheme of things. So when he'd found the phone, he hadn't looked through it, just pocketed it with a mental note to drop it off at the front desk later. Hopefully whoever dropped it would check there.
So halfway through his lunch break when the phone went off, he resisted the urge to check it. For all of ten minutes. Considering the latest round of developments could very literally blow up in all their faces, Hank figured one quick look was justified.
(949): You will receive a large, large reward, worth much more than the actual phone you are holding, paid not only in cash but in sexual favors, if you return this phone! Please respond if you're interested in cash/sex/or just being a good person. Thanks and hope to hear from you soon!
Hank was pretty sure the exact shade of red he turned was somewhere between a fire truck and a tomato. Very quickly, he checked the phone's gallery and found - - a bunch of shots of buildings at night. From a very high perspective. And, at the very back, one photo, older and a little blurry, of two kids grinning, arms slung around each other's shoulders.
The one on the left, blond with a gleam in his eye just the slightest bit obnoxious, was without a doubt a younger version of Erik Lehnherr's ward.
"I think I was just propositioned by the boss's son," Hank said, horrified.
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THE FIRST ONE. THE FIRST OOOOOOONE.
and omg Robin!Alex. Raven, never stop helping.