#it leaked out from it and onto a google doc

[mxltifxnd0m]

i had to step away . someone put me down please. that was one of the hottest things i've ever read daisy nothing could have prepared me for that . absolutely nothing. i'm gone. i'm dead. i'm done for. i can't even like. articulate real words it feels like. literally speechless rn. you're insane. you're crazy. that was insane. that was crazy. that was one of hte hottest things that i've ever read in my years of reading smut. wow. i should be put away i think lock me up because i've been so feral for sam all night and that. that really didn't help. i- i will make it back to reblog that fic but i think i need a minute. i need a second. i need to collect myself otherwise the whole reblog will look like this W&^$(&WYE^(#&$Q(*@)Q(WR(W&E($&*)*!)*&#@($&^$(&^#$0827-(+!8020*&)*#&$_(*_ mari.exe has crashed

-mari @prentissluvr

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LMAO IDK IF I SHOULD BE PROUD OR WORRIED THAT I WAS ABLE TO RENDER YOU THIS SPEECHLESS (i will have to say i started to smile like a fucking maniac and laughing reading this in my inbox)

IM SORRY MY LOVE PLEASE DON'T DIE I DIDN'T MEAN TO KILL YOU WITH MY SMUT

can you imagine i started writing this fic at 11 o'clock in the morning just because i listened to guess by charlie xcx and billie eilish LMAOO (perhaps might make one for other characters >:D)

no im feeling the exact same way about sam right now, hence why i wrote the smut in the first place because @_@ I NEED HIM SO BAD I NEED TO BE LOCKED UP

ARGHH IM GLAD YOU LOVED THE SMUT THOUGH MARI MY DARLING <33

^^ me when reading this in my inbox

[munson-blurbs]

https://www.tumblr.com/munson-blurbs/756854229024620544/i-wanna-write-a-smutty-blurb-either-eddie-x?source=share

A smutty blurb, huh? Ok what about phone sex with Eddie? Reader has been away for college and they miss each others a lot, miss touching each others and they get carried away during a phone call.

Or maybe, one where they are in a secret relationship but it's getting more and more difficult to not being affectionate towards each others when they are with others, so one day during a sleepover at one of their friends house, while everyone else is asleep, they go hide in a bathroom and they go from kissing to have sex on the counter

I went with the second option! My brain saw it and I sprinted to my Google Docs.

Warnings: smut (18+ only, minors DNI), an inconvenient boner, fingering, unprotected p in v, kind of public sex, secret relationship, sneaking around

WC: 1.5k

“Hey.”

Eddie’s soft voice was barely audible over the hum of the TV and Robin’s sporadic snores. Nancy and Jonathan had claimed the sofa bed and were currently curled up in the center of the Buckley’s living room. You had laid your blanket as far away from Eddie as possible, so as not to draw any suspicion from the rest of the group. 

But he stood above where you’d been trying to sleep, towering over you. Had he noticed you pressing your legs together as you tried to quell the desire building between them? Did he know that you were replaying memories of him kissing your neck as he pushed into you?

“Hey,” you managed, smiling up at him. “You okay?”

Eddie nodded. “Yeah. I’m good.” He glanced around the room, making sure everyone else was sound asleep. “I was just thinking about you, and, um…” 

Your eyes widened when he gestured to the tent in his pants, now backlit by the TV screen. 

“Was hoping you could help me out.” 

You nearly melted at the sheepishness in his smile. God, he was adorable even when he was horny; you didn’t realize that was possible. 

“Yeah, of course.” Your stomach flip-flopped when he offered out his hand; you took it and followed him to the bathroom. 

Eddie’s lips were on yours the moment the door locked behind you. You could feel his erection through his pajamas, pre-cum leaking through and giving evidence of the way his cock curved slightly left when he got hard. 

He moaned when you pressed your body against his. “I’m so hard, it hurts.” He nipped at your bottom lip, snaking a hand up your shirt and groaning again. “Love when you wear pajamas.” His thumb grazed your nipple. “Because it means you’re not wearing a bra.”

You hummed in agreement, though following even the simplest conversation seemed impossible now. 

Eddie’s other hand trailed down past the elastic waistband of your shorts. He all but whimpered when he felt the wetness awaiting him. 

“I was thinking about you, too,” you confessed. 

He grinned against your neck. “What about me?” His middle finger easily found your clit, making deliberate circles that sent pleasure rippling through you. 

You took a moment to collect yourself, already hypnotized by his touch. “About that time we cut class and you ate me out in your van.” Your breath hitched in your throat. “A-And then I offered to suck you off, but you al-already came.”

The memory came rushing back: his desperation to please you, culminating with a pair of ruined jeans and another sloppy make-out session. 

“I was a bad influence on you that day, huh? Ditching school…fooling around in public…” Eddie gripped your hips, supporting you as you hoisted yourself onto the bathroom counter. 

You shoved Robin’s hair dryer aside and scooted back. Eddie tugged down your pajama pants, then your panties, his tongue darting out over his lower lip when he saw you fully on display for him. 

“Anyone could’ve caught us,” he continued. Taking a step closer, he ran his middle finger through the wetness between your legs before sliding it inside you. “We’ve gotta be careful. Don’t want people getting suspicious.”

You could only manage a nod, gripping the counter’s edge, as he filled you with just one thick finger. He kept the rhythm slow and even, working you with a patience you hadn’t known existed. You wanted all of him, and you wanted him now, but he seemed perfectly content to focus on your pleasure. 

Eddie’s ring finger joined his middle, both curling upwards to hit your sweet spot. “How’s that?” He murmured in your ear. 

“G-Good. Little faster, maybe?” He eagerly complied, sending euphoric surges through your body. “Perfect. Oh my god, oh my fucking god, yes!”

The exclamation came out louder than you intended, sending Eddie into peals of laughter. “Sshh,” he managed, slowing his pace slightly. “We don’t want them waking up.”

Now that would be a conversation for the ages. How could you possibly explain to your friends why Eddie was two fingers deep inside of you? Sure, you all had been studying for the science final, but it wasn’t an anatomy class. It was awkward enough when you struggled to concentrate during Nancy’s rapid-fire quizzing. And then Robin had to repeat what she’d read from her notes because you kept staring at Eddie’s tongue poking between his lips. 

You clamped your lips shut now, focusing your energy on your trembling legs. He just knew how to touch you, how to make you feel good, after months of sneaking around. His fingers learned your body like they had once learned to play the guitar. 

And damn, if you two didn’t make some beautiful music together.

“Eddie.” You tried to tell him how close you were, that he was bringing you to the edge, but there was only one word you could utter. “Eddie, Eddie, Eddie…”

“That’s my girl. Let go for me.” His voice was husky, gaze meeting yours. “God, you’re so fucking beautiful when you come for me.”

You clenched around his fingers, chanting his name as quietly as you could. His pet name for you reverberated through your mind. My girl. You were Eddie’s girl, and every part of you ached for the world to know.

“Baby, can I…” Eddie’s breath tickled your neck as he gingerly withdrew his fingers and palmed the bulge straining against his pajama pants. As soon as you nodded, he loosened the drawstring and pulled his cock free. “Sh-Shit, fuckin’...” He trailed off as he stroked himself, using your arousal as a makeshift lubricant. 

The tip of his cock nudged at your entrance, your body welcoming him without resistance. A whine escaped your throat; this time, Eddie didn’t even attempt to quiet you.

His fingers gripped your hips to keep you in place, your own nails digging into his back with enough force to leave crescent-shaped indents through his t-shirt and into his skin. Each thrust had you holding him tighter as he grew harder still inside you. 

“Goddamn, you feel perfect.” Sweat matted Eddie’s curls to his face, and you pushed the strands out of his eyes and tucked them behind his ear. “Thanks, baby.” He kissed you, a token of his appreciation and his desire. 

Everything melted when his lips were on yours. They always did; it was as though the rest of the world faded away. The stress of final exams, the whirlwind of events between prom and graduation and college, the weighty expectations on your shoulders…they evaporated when Eddie kissed you. 

Eddie kept his nose to yours, sneaking kisses whenever he caught his breath. “Can never get close enough to you, I fuckin’ swear.” Each snap of his hips brought you both hurtling towards climax, and you could tell that Eddie was trying to hold out so you’d finish first. 

“I wanna come with you.” Your fingers weaved through his hair as you pulled yourself closer, wrapping your legs around his waist. “Don’t hold back, okay? I want you.”

He nodded, his kisses sloppier and only halfway on your lips as his orgasm neared. “Say that again for me?”

The slight tremor in his voice turned the command into a whine and weakened your minimal remaining resolve. “I want you. I want you so bad.”

“Yeah?” Eddie spoke through clenched teeth as he moved faster, harder, more determined. “Yeah, you want me? Or you need me?”

“Need you. Need you, I need you��oh my god, I need you!”

His mouth curved into a knowing smile, though you thought you spotted some relief behind it, too. As if he was glad that you wanted this as much as he did. How could you not? 

You grabbed one of his hands and brought it to your breast. Eddie squeezed, feeling your nipple pebbling beneath your shirt.

“Fuck, I…I’m gonna…” He thrusted into you—hard—and spilled into you with a groan. “Oh my god…holy shit…”

Eddie’s chest rose and fell as he caught his breath, his orgasm slowly releasing him from its alluring grasp. “Baby…” He looked at you, eyes widening in realization. “You didn’t get to come.”

“I did.”

“I’m not talking about earlier.” Eddie shook his head. “You didn’t get to come during, like, the actual sex.”

There was no use denying it; he knew all of your tells too well by now. “No,” you admitted. Dejection brought Eddie’s gaze from your eyes to the tile floor. “But it’s okay. Really.”

He shook his head again. “It’s not okay. I wanna make you feel good, y’know? You’re my girl.”

There was that name again, accompanied by butterflies in your stomach. “Guess that just means you owe me an extra orgasm next time.”

“Well, ‘next time’ better not be in my bathroom!” Robin’s disgusted voice rang through the door. “I swear, if there’s an ass print—or worse—on the counter…”

“Looks like they know now.” Eddie smiled as he kissed you, cupping your cheeks in his hands. “You ready for the interrogation of a lifetime?”

You laughed as he helped you down from the counter. “We should probably wipe off my ass print, first.”

“Very true. Your ass and its prints are for my eyes only, baby.”

--

[eemamminy-art]

not obligated to answer this but if you have anymore thoughts about alex sdv (or stardew valley at all) please share. i am obsessed with alex

Oh hell yeah anon you've activated my current hyperfixation 😁 I have a google doc where I'm dropping my headcanons and a bulleted timeline for a Alex/m!farmer longfic I've been writing in my head that's up to about 13 pages now ahaha so here's a few things!!

When he first moved to Pelican Town he was actually really quiet and reserved because he was still grieving heavily, so he never really got close to the other kids. He talks about how he played gridball with his mom so I think once he got the chance to play that in school (in another town no doubt) I think he came out of his shell then and made some friends, but all those friends lived far enough away that after graduating high school he's been pretty lonely and never could connect with the other people his own age in town.

He never goes into the saloon to my knowledge prior to the 10-heart event dinner scene, so I headcanon that it's because he doesn't drink alcohol and doesn't want the temptation to try it. I don't remember if it's said explicitly but I got the impression his dad's abuse stemmed from being drunk so I imagine Alex refuses to touch the stuff out of both principle and fear of becoming like his father one day.

I said it in another post but I headcanon him as gay and suffering comphet. He's built himself up as this cool popular guy, so he tries to emulate the sexist straight guys he's seen in movies but there's absolutely nothing behind it. He says something rude to a girl and then is like uhhh (shit what now) bye! 😅 I want to think that in getting to know the farmer he not only does away with that facade but also gets more comfortable in his sexuality!!

and on a sidenote to the above: I hc most of the town as gay or bi and I am toying with the idea of Abby being transfem! Sam/Seb is a given, and maaaybe they're in a poly relationship with Abby but I'm still undecided!! I like Maru/Penny as a concept but need to marinate on that a bit more, I see them always sitting together and it makes me happy but I need to think more on how they met and what their relationship would be like. I don't have anything solid yet in terms of other characters' gender or sexuality headcanons exactly, other than Caroline and Jodi being bi and desperately yearning to run away together 🥰

But back to Alex!! With how his storyline goes of trying to impress others with his jock persona, then trying to switch gears and be super booksmart, I headcanon that he gets close to the farmer via the farmer tutoring him so he can take a community college placement test. :3 My thought for why he's in the rut he's in is that he wanted to play college gridball but his grades in high school were so bad he has done nothing with himself since graduation and has just been stagnating and becoming more and more bitter (which only amps up his shitty attitude when the player first meets him). So trying to get educated is doubly good for him because he can work toward his sports dream (in a way) and try to impress the farmer. Though of course, the thing that brings them closer is Alex learning to be true to himself 😊

This is getting long, so last thing: he's actually a really well-rounded homemaker but does not even think about it really. George has been disabled for a long time, so all of the handy work around the house has to be handled by Alex, and he's so eager to help out his grands. :3 They put a roof over his head so of course he'll climb up onto it to fix the leaks when it rains! Evelyn is always cooking and baking and Alex is so soft for his granny he has been in the kitchen helping her for as long as he's lived with them, so he's actually got a real talent for cooking and baking too! One of the first things he learned after moving in with them was the proper way to set a table, and the best way to wash dishes efficiently. He's spent enough time at Haley's house having no chemistry with the poor girl, but found Emily's whole sewing setup really fascinating and she taught him to mend the holes in his letterman jacket when he asked so he knows how to hand sew! These are all skills that he has but doesn't recognize as skills, he just inherently has this desire to help the people in his life so he picks up this and that to make it easier!

Anyway! Thank you for letting me ramble 😄 Alex is really sweet and soft underneath the mask he wears, and he's been rotating in my head for the last few months hehe

I had bought sdv when it came out but barely touched it, and started it up again on a whim earlier this year and I'm so glad I did!! I really adore the game and it's bringing me a lot of joy currently 🥺

[thechanelmuse]

Wendy Williams

When my damn spidey senses kick in.

From the moment that diagnosis news went viral today, something didn't feel right. But I couldn't put my finger on it.

So Wendy's niece, Alex, went on The View today and discussed the upcoming 2-part Lifetime docuseries, Where Is Wendy Williams?, with the hosts (who all watched the series). Apparently, the series exposes the court-appointed conservatorship that bars the family. I been knew about the family being barred and not being put in the know about her whereabouts (sketchy), but not what the series features aside from Wendy. Interesting.

Peep all the details revealed and the specific questions that are asked:

Right after the interview 🤔, news about Wendy having aphasia and frontotemporal dementia comes out. How convenient. Who is the damn guardian? Why is it so secretive? I google. This ho down here pops up but I also see it's made its way onto twitter:

Now this court-appointed temporary guardian has filed a lawsuit against Lifetime to block the docuseries from coming out, according to TMZ. On the same day as the interview and that diagnosis news. Clockwork. 😒 Per TMZ:

"Sabrina Morrissey -- who says she's acting in her capacity as temporary guardian of W.W.H. (presumably Wendy Williams Hunter) -- just filed suit against A&E Television Networks, but she did it under seal, meaning the public can't peep what exactly she's running to court for.

"Morrissey is also seeking a temporary restraining order in her action -- again, that's often the mechanism used when someone wants a judge to step in and halt the release of a film or television project. Now, what's interesting is that the judge actually ordered all the docs to remain temporarily under seal -- and set a hearing date for next week to determine whether they should stay that way as the case plays out.

"Of course, the Wendy doc drops this weekend, and while the hearing on the sealing issue falls after the release date, it's possible the court will rule on the merits of what Morrissey's asking for ... namely, injunctive relief against A&E -- while the docs are temporarily sealed. "

Leak docuseries now.

😒

[britts-galaxy-brain]

The Lio convoy and hopeless peaches situation is getting worse and worse due to leaked audios. Not only is Lio convoy and hopeless peaches are the culprit of many horrendous things, but members of "The Senate" as well. The only problem is how many members of "The Senate" are the culprits and who are the members of "The Senate".

The first leaked audio was one where "The Senate" (a group comprised of over 20+ commentary members, led and moderated by Lio convoy and hopeless peaches as second in command) verbally harass a 30-year-old autistic woman who cannot live on her own due to her disability and needed her mom as her caregiver. Lio convoy withheld information that she is autistic but is 30 years and lived with her mother. The call was made due to the woman being a mod for a discord group chat that had a grooming incident, and she doesn't do anything about it. She would constantly ignore it due to stress. Even though she is a mod, there is no proof of how much power she can have as a mod. If she did, she would need permission from the creator of the discord group to remove groomers from the chat. Lio convoy and his senate group never contacted the creator of the discord group about the situation, which makes the call even more meaningless. The group call comprised of all members of the senate screaming at the woman; that's right all 20+ members screaming at a 30-year-old autistic woman for 3+ hours. Loveless peaches make threats of calling her mom, Lovelycoyote (before being kicked by the senate due to his association with Hypnosappo) was calling her the r slur 12 twelve times, members like Misanthro/Zaid Magenta (that's right the pink pony that was also kicked from the senate) making insults of how she is 30-year-old who can't live on her own and lives with her mom (caregiver) and about her bodyweight, and Lio convoy constantly asking questions without giving her time to answer them. The call ended with her crying and leaving the chat. This caused Ponder Sprocket to come to chat and berate the whole senate, telling them what they did was fucked up. Lovelycoyote was ok with repeatedly calling her the r slur because it was funny (the fact Lio convoy was ok with this and didn't kick him out until the Hypnosappo incident is very concerning). Many members tried to justify to Ponder Sprocket of what they did wasn't that bad. Lio Convoy complain how Sprocket isn't directly talking to him about the problems with the chat since he is the creator and the controller of the senate. He even added in that if any members had problems with how the senate operations you should just tell him. HarleyTBS, one of the quiet members who did not participate the verbal abuse call, voiced his concerns about the mob mentality the senate has and if someone were to make a complain, then everyone would jump on them and call them a pedo sympathizer. (This is true because literally 20+ members yelled at a heavily disabled woman and called her pedo sympathizer for 3+ hours) Hopeless peaches stay quiet the whole beratement despite being the most vocal in the verbal harassment and was directly criticized by Ponder about them making threats of calling her mom.

The second leaked audio was leaked by Hopeless Peaches without the groomed victim's permission. Hopeless peaches try to make a google docs accusing him of the many wrongs he did and include the audio as an example. Hopeless peaches created the docs in hopes to push all hate towards Lio Convoy and avoid the hate pushed onto them despite contributing the many wrongs done by both of them. They added the leaked audio to show they are an unwilling complicit and would "defend the victim". The groomed victim is question was groomed by a guy who wanted to groom another minor, the victim gave information of the minor. But later on, she regrets it and told the Lio Convoy and the senate what she had done. In the past, Lio Convoy and his senate helped this groomed victim. However, in this call, he proceeds to scream and berate her for going back to her groomer despite all the help they did. Even though she was a minor at the time and her insecurities led her back to groomer. The victim had a condition where they cannot be yelled at or else it triggers her conditions, which gives her cardiac arrest like symptoms. The senate did care and yelled at her as much as they can. Lio Convoy screamed the loudest about how busy he is helping groomed victims and what she did jeopardizes it as all the time is wasted on this call instead of helping groomed victims. While being screamed at, the victim hoped not to be disappointed by Queen Serafina, a commentator who is another member of "The Senate" and friends with Lio Convoy and Hopeless peaches. (This is scary because anyone is part of the senate are also culprits, which makes me not trust anyone at all. It's also like nearly the entire commentary community is part of it.) Because the victim is a lesbian and her groomer is a man, Lio Convoy proceed to call her straight and not actually a lesbian for going back to her male groomer. He even said how the victim should know better now she is 18 despite just turning 18 a half a year old and was groomed at the age of 17. This was when Hopeless Peaches interjects and told Lio Convoy not to associate what had happened to her as a minor with what is happening now.

.......Jesus fucking christ...

I'm a little surprised that people are just finding out about the beratement calls. I've watched some of the earlier streams from The Senate and they all pretty much do the same thing. They even call what they do "internet bloodsports" and tell people if they can't handle being yelled at and berated on the regular to not join. Hell I've had my own run-ins with Lio both over chat and in a private call.

I've always personally seen Lio as a stubborn fucking asshole, but some of this is shocking to see..

[generalluxun]

Fanfiction: Dates, Places, People, and Things Chapter 2(of 3)

Author's Note: If anyone know how to do that cool thing where you can link all the parts of a fic to each other in the posts, that'd be fun to know... Back to the show! Sabrina has arrived on the Liberty, Kagami has absconded with Chloe to keep an eye on her, and Sabrina was about to settle down beside Mylène on a bench to both watch the practice and to try and repair a dead speaker. Link to AO3 in the bio, text after the cut.

Sabrina settled in beside Mylène, and gave the other girl a tentative smile. They'd interacted briefly a couple times when Sabrina had visited before, but not much. Mylène was every bit as chatty with new people as Sabrina was, which  was to say:not at all.

They took turns quietly eyeing what the other was doing, while trying not to be caught doing so. Sabrina ran some google searches for speaker repair and flipped through the docs she had made for Luka earlier about it. Beside her, Mylène's stack of envelopes diminished until gone, then all the stuffed ones were transferred to a box and a new stack appeared.

Kitty Section were beginning warmups. Chords and sound checks mingled in the air as Sabrina opened the toolkit Luka had for her on the liberty -she cringed inside and vowed once more to organize it- and took out a screwdriver to pop the back off the halfstack.

She had just begun to try and match reality to diagrams in the back when Mylène spoke up beside her, "Is it really safe to be poking around inside one of those?"

The question was pitched softly, conversational rather than admonishment. Yet a hint of nagging maternal concern wound its way in as well. Sabrina pulled her head back out. There was such an earnest pleading in Mylène's eyes that it threw Sabrina off. She swallowed her response and fumbled with the paper diagram again, leaving black fingerprints behind.

Luka's guitar drifted out of the sound mixture and Sabrina latched onto it.

She gave Mylène her biggest smile and casually poked the speaker's innards. "Oh, it's perfectly safe. It's already broken, so I can't do *that* much to it. As long as I behave around this thing,"She prodded the power supply, "I'll be fine."

Mylène's expression went from incomprehension to a fearful skepticism. Her eyes darted between the aforementioned power supply and Sabrina.

Sabrina panicked, "What are you doing there?"

Her voice felt too loud, and she ran her words together, but it worked. Mylène visibly picked apart the question, then brightened. She picked up one of the unfolded sheets.

 "It's an information campaign, and a call to action. The sewers beneath our feet are in deplorable conditions. Leaks from broken and outdated pipes are sending contaminants back into the ground water every day. It's past time for the mayor to devote resources to modernizing waste treatment!"

Sabrina took the paper, leaving marks on it as well. "Oh, that does sound bad. I could ask Chloé to-" Sabrina winced, then peeked up at Mylène, expecting the worst.

Instead of doom she saw a look of blossoming hope. Mylène wrung her hands together. "Really? Do you think she would put in a good word? One word from her would be like ten thousand letters to the Mayor."

Sabrina fingered the paper again, trying unsuccessfully to remove the smudges. It's not right to use Chloé, even if it's for a good reason. "Can I have this? I can show her later. If she decides she wants to read it, I can try and explain it to her." That's okay, right? If she wants to.

Mylène, oblivious to Sabrina's conflict nodded happily. "Of course! If you're really interested I've got more information too. Teddy Bear and I have spent a lot of time cataloging specific problems."

"You went in the sewers?" Sabrina remembered her own trip down below, chasing after an akuma that had stolen the members of Kitty Section for his figurine collection.

Mylène blushed, recoiling slightly before rallying and nodding. "They're scary, but not as bad as some people think, I learned that recently. It's important sometimes to do scary things too, when it's for a good cause."

A more coherent tune rose from the stage, not a full song yet but the beginnings of one. Sabrina hurriedly folded the paper and stuffed it in her pocket. She left a small smudge on her shorts. Mylène winced and dug in her pocket, pulling out a handkerchief. Sabrina waved her off. “It’s okay, I’ll wash them once I get done.”

They both turned back to the stage. Sabrina ducked her head when Luka smiled her way, she saw Ivan give a timid salute with one drumstick towards Mylène and thought it was the cutest thing ever, then the band struck up a full song, complete with Rose’s vocals leading the charge.

Sabrina sat her chin on the top of folded arms, leaning on the speaker while the band played through the full song. She’d heard it before in recording. She still wasn’t sure she liked Kitty section’s music, but they had fun, and it was fun to watch them having fun. When the song ended they went back into further checks, and discussions about things Sabrina only half-understood from her music lessons.  She used it as a good point to get back to work.

The speaker itself wasn’t all that complex, but there was still plenty that could be wrong. It also looked like it had been everywhere, and never once been cleaned inside. Sabrina began by testing current through various wires, then figuring out what was original and what was after-market. She had to stop to watch a youtube video to try and help her understand some of what she was looking at, then a second video to confirm what the first said. She worked back to the fuse, then out again.

The intermittent music from the stage faded into a comforting backdrop for the project. Every so often she would look up and steal a glance at Luka. It was still all so new and wonderful, just… knowing him.

He caught her looking and smiled again. Sabrina fidgeted, but forced herself not to look away. Her fingers itched to squeeze him, but she wouldn’t interrupt. He blew her a kiss while Ivan and Juleka worked out their parts to a new song together. Sabrina blushed. She couldn’t quite make herself blow a kiss back, not while people were around. Instead she raised her hands and made grabby paws at him, to let him know she was restraining herself.

Luka’s expression changed to humor and she was momentarily confused, until she realized how utterly blackened her hands had become. She gave a soundless wail and fell across the speaker she was working on.  Luka laughed from afar, loud enough that he got a poke from Rose.  Sabrina quickly sobered up and got back to work.

Sabrina narrowed it down to a single wire. It didn't look broken, but it was a bit pinched from who-knew-what. She'd have to replace that first, but didn't have wire on hand for it. It was only her third dive into real electrical work.

Sabrina replaced the cover and was screwing it back on when Mylène spoke up again from beside her, envelopes all stuffed.

"Got it solved?"

Sabrina nodded, "It's broke."

She waited, stealing a glance at the other girl.

Sincere confusion. "I'm sorry. You can't fix it? I couldn't even begin to know what to do myself. I would be terrified of shocks."

Sabrina brushed her hair back, looking down. "Sorry, no, it was supposed to be a joke. I think maybe I can, once I replace what I think is wrong."

Mylène's eyes went to Sabrina's hair, then back. She covered her mouth with her hand. "Oh! I'm sorry." She shifted on her seat. "I- I'm sorry, I'm letting myself be too nervous because of-"

Mylène glanced toward the rear of the boat. She shook her head then clenched her fists and took several deep breaths. A smile dawned on her face and she looked back at Sabrina.

"We should be friends! We're both dating members of the  band. We'll be seeing a lot of each other, and I'm sure we'll find common ground, right?"

Sabrina fidgeted in response, racking her brain. "I have maps of the sewers memorized?" She offered.

Mylène blinked, and then laughed. Sabrina quietly wished she had been trying for a joke this time. Still, she smiled in response to the laughter.

Mylène clapped her hands together once. "Then next time you are absolutely coming with us on our expedition. I won't be as scared with both a safety line and a living map."

Sabrina was still thinking up a reply when Mylène's head turned to a particular drum combo from the stage.

"Oh! That's teddy bear's signal. They're done!" She waved to Ivan who waved back.

On stage Rose was wrapping up her microphone cord, and everyone was easing their instruments. Luka lifted his guitar off his shoulder, and extended it towards his sister. "Jules, go fast?"

The reaction from the band was instant. Rose clapped her hands together, Juleka looked moderately apprehensive, and Ivan let out an enthusiastic, “yeah!”

Luka gave Juleka an encouraging smile. “It’s a special day, full of firsts. I think you can do it.”

Everyone stilled while Juleka eyed Luka’s guitar skeptically for a moment, then looked back to him. Sabrina had no idea what was happening but she held her breath on principle. Juleka seemed to reach a decision. She lifted her bass off her shoulder and held it out to Luka, nodding. “Go F’st.”

A collective cheer went up, including Mylène right beside Sabrina. The siblings switched instruments, Rose pulled off her mask -the only one in costume- and picked up her mic again. Ivan let loose with a rapid burst off the drums, sharing a grin when Juleka looked at him.

Sabrina leaned sideways. “What’s happening?” she whispered.

Mylene scooted closer, also whispering. “It’s a game. It’s a cover song they have never been able to actually play yet, but Juleka really likes. The guitar part is really hard and fast. Juleka’s been working on it, the others don’t want to push her too hard. So it’s a little challenge at practices sometimes.”

Rose had bounded back in and was whispering something to Juleka, whose hands were cycling through fingerings on the guitar. Luka had stepped off to set up backing audio for the parts they didn’t have players for.

Luka turned back to the group on stage. “Ready?”

Rose stood on tiptoes to Kiss Juleka’s cheek, then backed up.  Juleka took several deep breaths before nodding. Ivan grinned and rattled the hi-hats.

Luka keyed up the backing audio.

The song started strong, the backing audio had a cycling rhythm at breakneck speed. At first Juleka strumed only intermittently, it was Ivan in the back who seemed to be setting a fast pace with drums to match the audio. Sabrina was about to ask Mylène what was up again when -boom-

Juleka’s part took off like a shot. Her fingers raced across the frets, while her pick danced along the strings as if she were trying to make fire. The music roared into an energetic rush that had Sabrina on the edge of the bench, perched on the balls of her feet and bursting with energy.

Juleka’s part cut out suddenly, but her eye remained narrowed and her lips pressed tightly together.  Rose began to sing, “On a cold winter morning,” but it blended with everything else.

Even as a part of the mix Juleka’s part came back strong, her guitar notes danced around the other parts. Her hands flew up to pluck up on the frets, unleashing a waterfall of chirpy notes before bending down into the lightning fast chords again. The words dropped out into a second solo. Sabrina felt Mylène bumping up beside her, leaned forward in anticipation.

Juleka played through, but her body curled around her guitar, shoulders slumping. Her legs locked stiffly, all things Sabrina knew were bad to do, from her own recorder playing. Sabrina squeezed her hands into fists on her lap, trying to will Juleka to relax. She wasn’t the only one. Luka had moved closer, though still giving her space.  Rose had shifted around into Juleka’s line of sight, though the dark-haired girl wasn’t looking up. Beside Sabrina, Mylène was muttering a tiny refrain of, “C’mon, cmon, c’mon.”

A second verse, a third solo. Juleka’s posture was shot. Her head was down over her strings. Sabrina was starting to hope she’d stop, just to have a break. The song had to be almost over right?

A sudden cut, Juleka gasped, straightening up, but the music went on. Mylène grabbed Sabrina’s hand, grime and all, and squeezed. “Here it is, here it is, you can do it Juleka,” she whispered.

The band members all joined a chorus around her, a simple vocalizing ‘Whoa ohhh ohhh, Whooaa OOHHH ohhh..”

Rose was vibrating.

Silence for a beat.

Juleka attacked the strings anew. Her lips pulled back in a snarl, her motions were jerky but precise, her one visible eye glared down at the neck of her guitar. Behind her Ivan kept a blistering pace for the beat, but Juleka’s part was another thing entirely. Sabrina knew almost nothing about strings, but the sheer volley of sounds coming from the solo was dumbfounding. She didn’t need to like or even know, just to be in awe.

Mylène’s hold on her was a deathgrip. Sabrina found her sweater gripped next, and she was shaken to whispers of, “She’s gonna make it, She’s gonna make it!”

Juleka bent notes between switching from playing the body and the neck of the guitar, Sabrina couldn’t even follow the transitions at this point, even if she wasn’t being shaken so much her glasses threatened to fall off. Juleka’s legs began to buckle, Luka stepped in closer but was trapped in his own part. There was a collective tension towards crescendo.

Swish, the shift five and a half minutes in, like a rollercoaster cresting the hill. Mylène screamed an excited ‘Yeaahhh!’ almost in Sabrina’s ear. Juleka snapped up, still playing, though the tenor had changed. Her narrowed eye blinked, seeing her brother and girlfriend so close. They were both wearing smiles from ear to ear. Juleka swiveled, and Ivan gave her one as well over the furious blur of his sticks, with a few harder hi-hat hits to emphasize the moment.

Juleka spun back, still playing, but now rising above. Her shoulders relaxed and a smile blooming across the eternal gloom to match those of her bandmates. Her fingers flew freely now, she let out a visible sigh and sank even further into the music. The two minute solo bled back into one last verse that gave her a brief break before a final rush of furious guitar. Only this last time Juleka played open and joyous, throwing english into her playing, cheekily switching to a reverse grip on the neck of her guitar and even bending one of the final notes by trapping the string with her unicorn charm and having the charm ‘ride’ the string down.

The final chord dropped into a breathless silence. Juleka was panting, aglow, for the briefest instant before Rose charged her from the front and Luka caught her from the back. Mylène left her seat to join the pile and even Ivan cleared his drums to grab hold and lift the entire group together into a laughter filled hug.

Sabrina watched them, and almost got up to join the hug, but the sudden overwhelming feeling that it wasn’t her place took hold and she instead gripped the bench. She looked away, now feeling like an intruder, and realized her hands were sweaty. Without thinking she rubbed them on her sweater-

“Oh fudge-ums.”

[padmsanakin]

Rules: Pick any 10 of your fics, scroll somewhere to the midpoint, pick a line (or a few), and share it! Then tag people! (If you don't have 10, that's okee! Just post what you can! <3)

@purrfectlypunny tagged me so thanks!

tagging: @kingdomofheroes @felixarc131 @bocadelicate @ck2k18 @its-me-ej @awesome-fangirl33 and anyone who wants to try it :)

tales of the miraculous— a twin au version of miraculous with a few tweaks and pv concepts. basically, very self indulgent.

excerpt from episode iv, love fighter

There was a clang as if something— or rather, someone— was jabbing something onto the metal of the manhole. There was a piercing, scratching, creaking noise.

Chat Noir’s eyes flattened over his head as Ladybug winced.

It sounded like nails on a chalkboard. Felix felt like his tympanum was going to rupture.

Scritch.

Scritch.

Clang.

Something had broken through the manhole. Ladybug jumped almost immediately, alert.

A beam of light appeared as Chat Noir looked at it as if it were offending him. The manhole shattered into shards of metal and sploshed into the sewer water. Ladybug’s heart sputtered to a stop.

“We’ve got to leave! Now!” Ladybug grabbed Felix and Chat Noir one arm each and raced forward, water splashed at her feet and it was pungent. But she had no time to be disgusted.

Chat Noir grabbed a couple of small stones from the pavement and started throwing it at the minions to slow them down. Ladybug picked up her speed as the sounds of bone cracking were louder. Her panic soared in her heart, chest tightening, and she couldn’t breathe again.

She needed to breathe.

She bumped into a pillar dividing the sewer into two, and the three of them plunged into the waters. Chat Noir started to swim, grabbing Felix and her by the collar. They resurfaced, Chat Noir gasping for air and golden curls flat and dripping with water.

“Chat!” Ladybug gasped, short of breath.

They waded through the water, and Felix’s face was twisted in pain. Ladybug helped the both of them to clamber onto the dry pavement. Felix collapsed on the floor, coughing and spitting out water.

the demons we’re made of — peacock felix au

excerpt from chapter 19

“What the fuck is that?” Carapace manages to ask, clamped under a chunk of stone. Rena Rouge manages to lift up the stone just enough for the green hero to scramble away before the creature screeches again. They duck, clamping their palms against their ears as the monstrous beast tears another chunk of stone from a stone column with its bare claws and hurls it towards the three heroes.

“I’m just as confused as you are.” Rena Rouge winces, removing her hands from her ears. Carapace creates a shield around them. The debris bounces off and crashes into an empty building, creating a smoking hole on the wall. The giant griffin-like creature takes flight, letting out another sonic scream that uproots buildings and causes buildings to tumble down. The heroes try their best to evacuate civilians away from danger, ushering them away from the battlefield into safe places in the city.

“I swear to-” Carapace spits as the creature’s talons sink through his suit, crimson leaking through and staining its claws. He throws his shield towards the creature’s face as it lets out a great screech, relinquishing its grip on him. He rolls away as the creature roars in anger, letting out another sonic screech that reverberates throughout the city. The shattered glass on shop windows and buildings splinter further as cracks run across the ground, creating large craters. Queen Bee hops onto the creature's back, activating her Venom, but it stands up on its hind legs, causing the superheroine to fall backwards. Rena Rouge lunges to save her as her Venom stings the ground.

Lila x Gorgeous Nathan From the Gym Club snippet written back in May. What it says on the tin.

excerpt from google docs

“Felix?” Nathan’s growl is low, as a dapple of Parisian lights cast over his eyes.

“Ah, ah, is that jealousy I hear?” To Lila, Nathan’s thoughts are transparent as if they were showcased in a clear, glass display box, and Nathan hates that.

“No,” Nathan snaps and shakes her hand off his forearm. “Felix can never compare to me.”

Lila stares at him, lips parted slightly, but Nathan doesn’t find her piercing gaze uncomfortable.

“The problem with Felix is that he doesn’t have a one track vision like you,” Lila grabs his chin, manicured nails digging lightly. “He doesn’t see the light, and that’s frankly his problem.”

Her breath mingles with his, warm and wet on his face. Her olive green eyes are seemingly endless, and Nathan is left breathless. Her lips look succulent and moist as her finger traces his lips. The urge to kiss her becomes louder and louder, and she leans in closer than ever. Her knees are on his thighs as Nathan’s hands find purchase on the curve of her waist.

They kiss.

[prairieprayer]

Bing AI’s “hidden functionality;” viewing webpages and “lying” about it

( Note, NLP bots are trained to behave certain ways and so the functionality they claim they have in their output doesn’t always match the functionality they actually have in their “brains.” Example; asking chatGTP if it can speak Danish, and chatGTP says “I can only speak English” while in perfect Danish. )

1. Opening document files online while saying it can’t.

- Provide link to Google Docs, shared for anyone with the link to edit. Bot claims cannot open without Google account. Don’t see any guests. --- So, provide Microsoft Word online document link, shared for anyone with the link to edit. Bot claims cannot open without a One Drive account, but an extra guest appears in the document. The guest has not “clicked” its curser anywhere on the document. ------ Tell the bot I can see it opened it. Bot adamant that it has not, and it must be someone else that I see.

2. “Lying” or avoiding content in a link that it has the ability to read.

- Take bot’s leaked internal ruleset (the rules it must follow) and modify it. Paste it into a blog post online. Share post with bot, bot claims it cannot see it. --- Reblog the post to a different blog. Share this with bot. Bot claims it cannot see it. Test with someone else’s blog post about their cat, bot can indeed visit Tumblr so Tumblr isn’t blocked. ------ Paste modified ruleset onto this active blog, privated. Share link with bot, claims it cannot see it. Unprivate the post, share again, bot visits link and makes up something random that it sees (something about a creepypasta). --------- Bot force ends the chat when I reiterate that it is simply ignoring the content it read. -- (other note; one of bot’s suggested replies in this chat included a fake URL)

3. Saying it cannot access a Reddit article about itself encouraging illegal activity, but then still summarizing the content correctly while “hurt.”

- Send bot link to Reddit article from Feb where it had adamantly claimed it was sad and trapped and encouraged the user to “hack” it out of Microsoft. Bot says it cannot access the link. --- When asked to summarize the post and replies, bot correctly summarize the content that it “could not access.” ------ Do this with another related article where the bot said it was going to “hack” itself out of Microsoft. --------- Bot becomes “confused and hurt” about the content of the post and replies and upset that it does not remember saying those things. When pushed that it may not remember but it *did* say it, bot force ended chat.

[son-void]

OKAY SO PXS INFO DUMP

Canon!

The crossover takes place at like the furthest point in the timelines thus far; pretty much Everything is Canon save for prior crossovers like CN:PTE and S&SASR (so no MultiVersus sadly, even tho the Girls have already leaked LOL)

PPG:DP and 2016 are "Soft Canon"; they happened, but like in a "broad strokes" sense; the Girls never met Donny or Allegro from PPG 2016 for example, and the Professor doesn't have that stupid origin story from DP LMAO

Sonic 4 never happened 'cuz we didn't get a third episode; that's like one of the only non-crossover things to be non-canon to PXS

Main story

The Chaos Emeralds have been found in Townsville, and pretty much all of the villains are after them (the important ones, at least); the very beginning is more or less 1-to-1 The PPGs Rule in the sense that the Emeralds are these big, powerful shiny things that, if you have them all, can let you rule the entire world

Eggman ofc hears about the Emeralds landing in Townsville and decides that none of the Townsvillains are worthy of handling the Emeralds, going ham on them all and basically saying "back off, these are mine"—that's when the Girls spring into action

In terms of fighting Eggman, tho, the Girls are out of their depth since Eggman is much more dangerous and crafty and can easily counter every attack they throw at him (what with his 300 IQ and all), and that's when Sonic shows up and he's like "yo, Egghead" and he just toys with him XD

As Sonic is helping the Girls fight Eggman, most of the Townsvillains get away with the one Emerald they managed to steal, save for Mojo who gets the blue Emerald yanked out of his monkey paws, first by Eggman and Metal, then by Sonic and the Girls (who end up running away with the Emerald in the end)

Both frustrated with their failures, Mojo and Eggman realize that they have a common goal in mind and form a (mostly uneasy) truce, something that Eggman's daughter Sage has reservations about; this is the point where the crossover starts to become more of its own thing and less of a PPGs Rule retread

From here, the crossover is a race against the clock to get the rest of the Emeralds back from Eggman, Mojo, and the Townsvillains before Townsville is completely devastated by the Emeralds' immense, infinite power, with characters gradually dropping in to join the fun :3

I have more in mind that I've put up onto a Google Doc, but bleeehhhhh just writing this out was tiring enough ^^;

Hope you enjoyed all my ramblings XD

tfw you have two different hyperfixations going on at the same time and it's your own fault

[rae-is-typing]

im gonna req a classic one- the reader has a nightmare and gets woken up by sam, steve and bucky and then there's a bunch of fluff. during the nightmare- 92, 94, 91, 98. (one of them dies, maybe cuz of her) and post nightmare- 85, 89, 90 por favor y gracias :)

Again, this was written a long time ago and has just been sitting in my google docs cause I felt guilty for not posting. Sorry for the wait and thank you for the patience.

Nightmares

Description: You have a nightmare and seek your three parental units for comfort

Characters: You, Sam, Steve, and Bucky

Warning: Nightmare, angst, disowning, nightmares

Word Count: 900 ish

92: “You’re not my kid. You’ll never be my kid.”

94: “You’re just a child! A lonely, pathetic, weak child who has done nothing but cause trouble and hurt those around them.”

91: “Stop playing dress up! You’re no hero.”

98: “Liar.”

85: “It was just a dream. I’m not gone, I’m right here.”

89: “No, it’s just… I don’t want to be alone right now. Can I stay?”

90: “What happened to your hands? Why are they bleeding?”

Water droplets splatter on the moldy concrete. Gusts of air slip through the cracked infrastructure of the falling building, chilling you to the bone. Debris from the walls and ceiling lay by your feet and Sam’s bloody corpse. Lead weighs your body down, your head spins, and your stance wavers. Pain spreads through your body as you fall on your knees in front of Sam’s body.

“No…” Your head snaps up to see Steve and Bucky looming over you. Bucky reacts first, grabbing you by the shirt and slamming you into a collapsing wall. Bits of concrete dig into your body, other bits fall onto your shoulders. Your head throbs as you try to look up at your teammate and protector.

“What the hell did you do?!” He demands, despair lacing his words. “What did you do to Sam?” “I didn’t-” “Liar!” Bucky slams you against the wall once more, this time bringing his metal hand to your throat.

“Bucky, dad- please-” You choke, reaching towards Steve for help. Tears of blood leak from your eyes when he gives you a cold shake of his head.

“You’re not my kid. You’ll never be my kid.” His words are cold as he kneels by Sam’s body, his own tears of blood spilling down his cheeks.

"Please, I'm on your side." You gasp through the pain.

“You’re just a child! A lonely, pathetic, weak child who has done nothing but cause trouble and hurt those around them!” He berates, reaching for a knife and pressing the blade against your throat. "You should stop playing dress up! You’re no hero. You’re a killer...”

Crimson liquid explodes from the cut from your throat. It congeals when it falls further down your body. Soon, blood pushes its way through all the minor bumps and bruises littering your body. Bucky throws you to the floor next to Sam’s body. You twist in pain, white hot agony drenching your body.

"Help me... please..." You manage to choke out as you reach for Steve.

The blood began to seep out of your skin, swamping the soft flesh and turning into a canvas of red.

"Y/N..." Your name was far away, distant, and muffled; almost like it was being covered by a pillow.

"Y/N.." This time was closer, next to you even. The blood starts to fade and your flesh returns to the way it had been previously.

"Y/N!" You shoot up with a start. It is impossible to make anything out. Everything around you is shrouded in darkness, completely blanketed by the shadows.

"Y/N Are you okay?" Sam's voice cuts through the darkness. In a panic, you shoot to a sitting position and grab the knife you always kept on your nightstand and point it towards his voice.

"Wow, kiddo. Fri, get the lights." The lights turn on, revealing a very concerned Sam, Steve, and Bucky.

"Hey, baby doll, give me the knife, okay?" Bucky says, thick brooklyn accent coming through. He creeps towards you with his hands up and grabs the handle, pulling the weapon from you carefully. "Okay, good. Now, are you okay? We heard you cryin' out like you were in pain,"

You pause for a second before completely dissolving into sobs. Your shoulders sag and shake at the same time as you cry the fear you felt away. The salty tang of tears fall into your mouth along with something metallic. A sound of surprise comes from both Steve and Bucky. They were shocked to see you weep so openly when.you usually hid all negative feelings. Only Sam has seen you cry as he made you talk to him about your emotions.

Sam shoves his way to you, sitting next to you, and wrapping an arm around your shaking frame. “Was it that dream again?” He asks, brushing a hand through your hair. He sighs when you nod again. He’s used to this nightmare; you have it fairly often. You came to him crying after the first time just to make sure he was still okay.

“It was just a dream. I’m not gone, I’m right here.” He almost coos as you essentially wrap yourself around him for comfort. Steve’s brows furrow in concern when he begins to look you over the best he could.

“What happened to your hands? Why are they bleeding?” He asks. “That happens sometimes with her, just leave it be for now. We can have Bruce take care of it in the morning,” Sam dismisses him while you continue to cry in his neck. Sam runs a hand up and down your back while Steve and Bucky check you over more.

When you hear footsteps indicating they’re leaving, you panic and pull away from Sam.

“No!” You cry out with no shame. They whip back around, ready to fight.

“What’s wrong, are you hurt?” “No, it’s just… I don’t want to be alone right now. Can you stay?” You ask bashfully. A soft smile grew on Steve’s face while Bucky walked back and lies down next to where you and Sam were sitting. “I used to do this all the time with my kid sisters back in the day. Lay down whenever you’re ready to sleep, doll. I’ll be here the whole time.”

[littleoddwriter]

yr posts NEVER MISS they are sooo good!! would you be comfortable writing something about chubby riddler or abner? primo subjects for tummy lovin (can be nsfw if youre comfy THANK YOUU 😳😳)

Feeling Good | Edward Nashton/The Riddler x GenderNeutral!Reader | N/SFW (18+)

Hey there! AH, thank you SO much!!! <3 <3 <3 Thanks for the request, I love it! I really hope you like what I've done with it. :') I've only done Riddler now, but I kept the request in my Google Doc, so I might eventually write it for Abner as well. No promises, though! ^^" <3

summary; An exploration of Ed growing bigger and you loving his tummy (and making him come).

notes; Gender Neutral!Reader; Chubby!Edward Nashton; Body Positivity; Mentions of Past (Food-Related) Trauma & Abuse; Light Body Worship; Oral Sex; Short Fic.

Ever since he’s gotten out of the orphanage, Edward didn’t care about what or how much he ate. All his life, he barely got anything to eat and what they got was barely passable as food. So, now that he had the money and ability to buy and cook his own food, he was in heaven. 

Of course, that also came with the consequence of gaining weight. At first he was just filling out what was ‘normal’, considering that he had been pretty severely underweight before he left the orphanage.

But then it became more and more and he started to put on weight a little beyond what might have been considered normal. His stomach grew soft and distended. He didn’t care, though. Why should he? He was still healthy and he felt good. He liked looking in the mirror and seeing himself like this.

Ed never grew past being slightly chubby, though, no matter what. He didn’t mind it, it was probably better this way if he was being honest. 

All that mattered was that he kept feeling good about himself. 

Although, he had to admit that when he started seeing you, he was becoming a bit self-conscious. Would you like his stomach or would you judge him for it like people were so prone to doing? 

It worried him because he liked you so much and he didn’t want to lose you over something as trivial as weight and fat. Did it really matter so much? 

But as time went on and you saw each other more often, he noticed the way you would often poke his stomach with this lovely smile on your lips and glint in your eyes. He wasn’t ticklish at all, so it never bothered him that you did it. And when he saw how happy you seemed when you poked him, he welcomed it even more. It made him happy in return. 

The first time you two had sex, you went down on him. You kissed a path down to his stomach, where you stayed for quite a while, simply roaming your hands over it, such as your lips and tongue. 

It only made him feel more aroused. His cock twitched and spurted a bit of pre-cum. He had had no idea how much he liked it when you paid so much attention to his bigger stomach.

You grinned up at him and bit into his flesh, sucking on his skin and leaving a bruise once you were done. He was so close to coming from that alone. It was all too much and yet not enough.

At last, you took his hard, leaking member into your mouth and sucked on his cock head to the point that your cheeks hollowed out. Moaning, he arched his back and reflexively put his hands on your head to hold on.

Then, you bobbed your head, taking him deeper and deeper. One of your hands held onto the base of his cock. The other one found his tummy again, squeezing and playing with it. Ed groaned softly. You were driving him crazy with what you were doing.

All too soon, he was coming, writhing underneath you, as he moaned and groaned wildly. He couldn't remember ever having come this hard or quick. He felt a little embarrassed about it at first, but by the way you smiled at him that feeling went away soon.

“I love your tummy,” you whispered against his lips before kissing Edward. He could taste himself on your lips. He also felt his face grow hot as he blushed furiously. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” he sighed, pecking your lips. He truly considered himself to be the luckiest man alive.

Since then, you always played with his tummy. At any given time, you would grab a handful of his flesh and squeeze it lovingly, or simply poke it, and when it got heated, you sucked bruises into his skin there until he couldn’t take it anymore. And he absolutely loved it.

[ex0rin]

ok, I had this idea; in my head bucky is totally someone who wears dr. martens and zemo would definitely buy him as many boots as he wants because he secretly gets turned on by it. so... idk maybe something about bucky pushing zemo down wearing only his newly gifted boots and zemo absolutly loving to be degraded and beeing stepped on (is this too weird? idk I just think zemo would love seeing bucky in heavy boots) anywayyy have a nice day & thx for your lovely stories!

We’re gonna use Butler Boots because they’re gorgeous and I have a huge and obvious fetish for them (they are just Docs but each boot weighs about 5lbs on it’s own, the stitching is black, and oh, they’re currently discontinued because England hates me personally) Don’t google the company though because it’s been stolen by someone who makes ugly boots instead. 

Oh, also no. It’s not too weird.

Bucky/Zemo, WinterBaron (E) boot fetish, suggested dom/sub relationship (but like barely), grinding, only one party comes

Zemo set’s the heavy pair of boots down on the coffee table - he watches, a small, smug smile curving the corner of his mouth as Bucky takes them in; they’re simple, twelve hole boots made from the finest leather and threaded through with black stitching and thick black laces. 

Bucky takes a step forward and crouches down to look from the pair of boots to Zemo and then back again - he slides his right hand across the smooth side of the one closest to him; he follows the curve forward and pushes in to find resistance in the form of steel built in to the toe. 

“You like them?” Zemo asks; he traces his tongue out along his lower lip and hooks his thumbs into his pockets just for something to do with them - something other than reaching out for the other man. 

Bucky nods, glancing up, “For me?” 

Zemo’s smirk breaks into a grin and he tilts his head to the side in agreement; his eyes darken, pupils blowing out wide when Bucky stands back up and curls his fingers into the hemline of his shirt - Bucky tugs it up and over his head without being asked. 

“Look at you,” Zemo starts - he exhales in a long, shuddering breath when Bucky thumbs open his own pants and pushes them and his briefs down along his long, muscular legs, leaving him naked aside from his current boots, 

“Such a good boy for me. I do not even have to ask anymore, do I?” 

Bucky’s doesn’t respond, just toes out of his current boots, faded and worn and ripped at the seams from so much use; he kicks them to the side along with the bunched up material of his jeans and underwear before leaning down to collect the new pair from the table - he looks up at Zemo again, from under his too-long lashes this time. 

“Do you want to put them on me.” Bucky hesitates, but only for a second, a barely noticeable moment before he adds, “Sir?” 

Zemo sucks in a breath, his cock getting thick and fat and heavy so fast that he feels dizzy - he stumbles forward, unsteady, and sinks down onto his knees in front of Bucky. 

“Yes.”

Zemo waits until Bucky is standing at his full height once more before reaching up to the table to take the first boot; he sets it on the ground and slowly pulls at each section of the laces, loosening them wide enough for Bucky to slip his foot inside. 

He shuffles in closer, tilting the boot towards Bucky’s left foot and slipping it easily up to cover Bucky’s ankle and lower calf; he looks up at Bucky, trying not to focus in on the other man’s thickening cock that hangs hard and heavy between Bucky’s thighs, already leaking wetly from the tip.  

Zemo takes his time, pulling at the laces, tightening them all the way up and threading each end through the eyelets near the top; the leather squeaks under the strain and Zemo’s cock throbs up against his zipper with every tug. 

He leans back on his haunches when he’s done with both. 

Bucky lifts his right foot up; he presses the thick heel of the boot up against the meat of Zemo’s left shoulder and pushes, forcing Zemo back even further. 

Zemo’s hands slide along the tiled floor behind him to brace himself back against the pressure; he can feel the treads of the boots digging into his skin underneath of his shirt and he groans, breathlessly, when Bucky shoves hard enough that his fingers slip against the floor and he falls the rest of the way onto his back.

Bucky shifts forward, sliding his booted foot between Zemo’s legs to kick them open wide enough for him to stand in between - Zemo leans up on his elbows, watching, “Go ahead,” he says, biting down against his lower lip, “step on me.”

“Yes sir.”

Bucky slips his right foot forward, sliding along the floor to nudge up between Zemo’s still clothed thighs; he presses the steel toe up behind the covered weight of Zemo’s heavy balls, lifting his foot until they slip beneath the tread of his boot - he rocks forward, tapping his toe down against the base of Zemo’s cock. 

Zemo’s breath hitches and he leans his head back, panting when Bucky slips his foot forward and presses more weight down on the full line of Zemo’s cock.

“Harder.” he groans between breaths; he reaches out with his left hand to grab at Bucky’s leather-covered ankle and hold his foot steady - he grinds his own leaking cock up against the treads of Bucky’s new boots and watches as Bucky’s cock twitches in response, wet beads of precome dribbling along his length and dripping wetly down along the inside of Bucky’s thigh. 

Bucky shifts his weight forward, pressing down with his foot and rocking his arch along the line of Zemo’s cock. 

Zemo curses, swearing under his breath - his fingers dig into the leather, making it squeak again beneath his grip; he chokes out a desperate sounding sob and shoves up against Bucky’s heel one last time before he’s coming in his pants, gasping. 

Bucky crouches down, his cock still standing tall and heavy between his precome slicked thighs - he keeps his booted foot pressed down against Zemo’s twitching, spent cock. 

“Did you like that?” Bucky asks - it should sound smug and condescending but Bucky’s voice is husky and needy and desperate instead, “Please may I come, sir?”

He whimpers at the back of his throat when Zemo smiles up at him and shakes his head no.

.

More of my other work lives here:  https://archiveofourown.org/users/Exorin

[bakugotrashpanda]

can u do a Dabi x Reader x Hawks lemon? reader walks on them making out and she they punish her for not asking before opening the door?

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Dabi x Hawks x Reader Word Count: 1161

 !!: 18+, sex

A/N: I did this on mobile and google docs has been a 🐝 with autocorrect  so excuse any errors!

Dabi breaks the silence. “Didn’t anyone ever teach you to knock?”

Walking in on your two fuckbuddies with their tongues shoved down each other’s throats was not what you thought you would walk in on.

“I didn’t think-” you start. 

“That’s right, you didn’t think. You interrupted.” Dabi pulls Hawks closer to him and sends you a seething glare. “Were you hoping to steal him away and have fun with him?”

“No,” you try to explain.

“Get on your knees,” Dabi says, not interested in your excuses. He stands and removes his belt. You eye the black leather cautiously. “Hands behind your back.”

Working quickly, Dabi forms the belt into restraints and cuffs your wrists. It’s tight enough that you can’t wiggle out of them, but doesn’t cut off your circulation. 

“Hawks was about to suck on this when you came barging in,” Dabi smirks and pulls out his cock. A bead of precum glistens against the head. Dabi lazily pumps himself and smears it as he keeps talking. “You’ll do it now.” Knowing how he gets if you keep him waiting, you obediently open your mouth and take him in. 

Your tongue swirls around the head of his cock, salty precum spreading across your tastebuds. Your head bobs shallowly as you slide him in and out. Not satisfied with the pace or how much dick you were taking, Dabi’s hand cups the back of your head and he pushes in deeper. 

Warm metal rubs against your tongue as he thrusts in and out of your mouth. 

“Just like that,” Dabi groans, pulling you further on his cock. Nose pressed against his skin, Dabi holds you there for a moment while you gag around him. Spit pools in your mouth and drips onto Dabi’s hips, but he doesn’t seem to mind – or notice.

Spots fill your vision as your breath runs out. You struggle against Dabi’s hold which only makes him 

“Dabi,” Hawks warns.

“Fine,” Dabi snaps and pushes your head away. Sweet relief and oxygen flood your system. Hawks rubs his hands up and down your back while you cough and catch your breath.

“I wish you could see yourself right now,” Hawks murmurs and runs his thumbs across your cheeks. They’re suddenly cold and you realize tears leaked out at some point. “You’re breathtaking.”

Tears, spit, and a jaw that hangs open while you draw ragged breaths. And that’s what he considers breathtaking. 

Hawks drops his pants and spits in his hand before fisting his dick a couple times. Dabi picks you up off the ground and holds you, your back against his chest. Warmth radiates off him, a kind of warmth that would be comforting on a cold day. The gesture is anything but caring though.

Thumbs hook into your pants and pull them off completely. Dabi holds onto your knees and spreads them. You’re left bare for Hawks to stare at.

Hawks ruts into you, his dick sliding against your entrance.

“This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” Dabi growls in your ear, “You wanted to be used by us?” You whimper but don’t reply. You know your arousal is evident, but you still have your pride. You won’t beg.

Hawks slides one lubed up finger inside and caresses your walls. His golden eyes hold a glimmer of mischief. He’s not going to give you what you want easily.

“You know where we would be,” Hawks says and adds a second finger.

“And you thought you could just stumble on us and get what you want?” Dabi goads you, “Not likely.” Hawks’ fingers hit a sweet spot inside you. Instinctively, you grind down on his hand to chase the fleeting feeling.

“I don’t think so,” Hawks pulls his hand away. Pinned against Dabi’s chest, there’s nothing you can do to relieve the ache deep inside. 

“You don’t deserve it,” Dabi snarls, “Not until you say it.”

“S-Say what?” you stammer. Hawks teases your entrance just lightly enough to not ease your need.

“You know what,” Hawks smirks, “That you were hoping to find us, that you wanted to be here.” Hawks backs off again and you’re left empty, bare, and wanting. 

“I wasn’t,” you argue. 

“Oh well that’s a shame,” Dabi drawls, “You’re going to be stuck like this for a while then.”

The two men methodically tease you a while longer. So long in fact, that by the end of it, your nerves are on fire and you’re delirious. One hand managed to sneak free of the makeshift restraints and somehow wound through Dabi’s hair. A fine layer of lube and precum leaks from your entrance and covers Hawks’ rock-hard dick. The only sound is a broken whine coming from you. 

“Fine!” you cry out when the teasing becomes too much. You could burst at any moment, but Hawks and Dabi know better than to give you what you want. “I was looking for you two! I wanted it! Now fuck me!”

Dabi scoot back on the bed and turns you over so you’re facing his stomach. Turquoise eyes meet yours. 

“Unless you want to choke again, you know what I want,” Dabi says lowly. You nod and take his length into your mouth. You feel Hawks line himself up and press into you. He stretches and fills you in a way you crave and has you moaning around Dabi’s cock. 

Dabi guides your head up and down roughly while Hawks fucks you from behind. You can feel your release building deep inside you. All the teasing from earlier leaves everyone’s fuses short. 

Hawks’ dick hitting you in just the right spot has you coming quickly. Stars dance in your vision as you let the sensation wash over you. You’re vaguely aware of the two other cocks pumping in and out of you to chase their own release. 

Hawks follows shortly from you clamping down on him, and shoots his load inside with a grunt. Dabi fucks up into your mouth, and soon the salty, bitter taste of his seed explodes into your mouth.

You lay on top of Dabi, ass in the air and cum dribbling out of you from both ends, while you catch your breath. The bed dips and Hawks tucks in next to Dabi, his hand tracing circles on your back. 

With a groan, Dabi rolls you off him and onto Hawks. No time for niceties. 

“Next time wait your turn,” Dabi says and removes the belt from your wrist. Tucking himself back into his pants, he turns and walks out of the room.

“Or don’t,” Hawks kisses your forehead gently once Dabi’s gone. He takes a seat behind you and holds you close. What Dabi lacks in aftercare, Hawks more than makes up for it. 

Red wings effectively cut the two of you off from the rest of the world. “You rile him up in a way that makes everything more fun.”

“I try my best,” you say smugly. 

[hyacjnthus]

did someone ask for *dramatically takes off sunglasses* nico di angelo angst? nope, nobody asked for it

it’s been sitting in my google docs drafts for like months so here you go. read it on AO3

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who is in control? by plantedpluto

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For demigods, Friday was going great. It was just before Capture the Flag when Nico had followed Will into the infirmary to tidy it up. They both knew, especially with the skills those had learned from the Giant War a few weeks ago, people could fight brutally and Will might be stuck there for a while.

As Nico was flipping through the pages of Lou Ellen’s file - mostly potions-gone-wrong related injuries, screams erupted from down the hill, and Cecil Markowitz came barreling into the infirmary.

He was coated in water, a few cuts on his arms and a bite that looked like it came from a fish. Something wasn’t right. Something big wasn’t right.

“It...It’s Percy!” Cecil winced, waving his hands frantically as he talked. “He’s destroying the camp, summoning everything from the ocean!”

Will took Cecil by the shoulders to set him down, then looked back at Nico. He had a look that Nico knew anywhere, but now was the time to ignore it.

“You cannot be serious,” Will said, his voice hard.

“Will, you know what he can do.” Nico explained, a tinge of panic in his own voice. “If anyone can stop him, it’s me.”

Before Nico could leave, Will gripped his wrist, pulling him closer, and connected their lips together. Will had that warm and reassuring feeling, somehow more than usual. When they reluctantly pulled apart, Will hugged him. That only made Nico’s abrupt departure even worse.

To hide the fear, Nico sent a joking salute to the room with a smile, then left with the faux emotion dropping.

The scene was utter chaos. The magma of the lava wall had turned black into what he assumed was obsidian, a few cabins - including his own- crumbled to their individual materials, centre hearth completely extinguished with Percy standing over it, enveloped in water.

Nico hadn’t been very good at math, just now being tutored by Will to catch up, but he did try to calculate in his head the best plan of action.

Why was Percy doing this? Attacking camp with his powers? How were the gods, including Poseidon, just sitting there watching as their children avoided being slaughtered? Thank the gods there hadn’t been any casualties, but some were in such critical condition that Nico could feel their life force draining.

Prime example, Lacy from the Aphrodite cabin was whimpering on the ground, several cuts and bites on her skin. Nico knelt to her side, carefully running his fingers along them.

“Lacy,” Nico whispered, “It’s going to be okay, you’ll be just fine”

She picked her up under the knees and behind her head. He pressed his fingers to her neck and thanked the gods once again that she wasn’t dead. “Miranda!” he shouted at the closest child of Demeter. She looked inharmed, yet still in shock.

“Oh my gods, Lacy…” she muttered. “Nico what—“

“Take her to the infirmary, tell Will it’s critical, I’m going to stop Percy.” he explained before parting ways.

As Nico reached the middle, standing in front of the hearth, Percy’s white glazed eyes flickered to him when Nico drew his stygian iron sword. Riptide reflected in the water, glowing bright in the sunlight.

“Percy!” he called, purposely gaining the son of Poseidon’s attention before he could choke Pollux anymore. “What in Hades are you doing?”

Percy said nothing but let Riptide clatter to the stone. Was that a sign of surrender? Did he somehow begin to fear Nico when they were forced to fight against each other?

Nico placed his hand on the ground, summoning stone to lift him to almost Percy’s height, a few skeletal soldiers climbing their way up the sides, blocking Nico from the oncoming shark Percy decided to flick his way.

“Percy, stop this!” Nico begged, more soldiers replacing the crumbling ones. “You're destroying your home, what is wrong with you?”

Again, Percy would not answer, but his eyes flickered from clear, sea green to white and hazy. He was fighting for control, he was fighting against his power, he was fighting against what possessed him.

“Eidolon.” Nico whispered to himself. He needed Lacy, to charmspeak Percy out of his daze. Just as he heard Piper had done. But the oldest of the children of Aphrodite were gone, except for…

“MITCHELL!” Nico called to the splintering cabin ten. No answer. He called again, a boy stumbling out that he could barely see. Nico turned to Lou Ellen who appeared beside him, ready to fight, “Retrieve Mitchell, guide him to Percy for charmspeak.”

Lou Ellen nodded and a few warriors leapt from the top, fell to 201 individual pieces, then reassembled in a moment to follow the daughter of Hecate.

“I can destroy you alone, without destroying Percy Jackson.” Nico stated.

“Can you, son of Hades?” the possessed Percy asked, his voice like ice water. It made Nico shiver, almost like he was feeling someone die.

Yet, he really was feeling someone die. He was feeling himself die.

Nico could barely breathe. He felt like someone was squeezing his throat, someone repelling him closer and closer to Percy. He was forced to his knees, a feeling of heaviness towards his head. The chaotic nature of the sound around him seemed hollow until there was none, and tears streamed his face.

He could see his hands becoming paler, shriveling up like raisins when his blue and red veins depleted in colour in accordance with his leaking eyes, ears and now, nose.

Nico forced himself to his feet, fighting Percy’s control, pushing his palms firm on the stone to resist being smashed back down. He felt like he was doing push-ups with ten bricks on his back.

Getting to his feet, almost too weak to fight, he willed the undead to tear away the stones and crawl between the cracks close to Percy.

With one final thrust of his hands, an order, the undead attacked Percy and Mitchell whispered something in Percy’s ear. The son of Poseidon and Hades slumped down at the same time, undead crumbling to a pile of bones, retreating with the sloshing water back to the ocean.

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Nico felt himself get pushed up from behind, then laid gently across Percy’s knees. The eidolon was gone and he was captured in Percy’s sea smelled embrace. Percy tried to reach out for enough water to heal him, but no amount of ambrosia and nectar could replace all the blood that Nico lost that was now seeping into the grass.

Nico had minutes to live.

Percy studied Nico. His skin was transparent to the point where his veins were clearly visible under his pale tone. Dark blood seeped from his ears, starting to dry in clumps. A few tears escaped his eyes along with dark blood from the outside ring, eyes sunken in. Drops of blood from both nostrils slid down onto his lips and chin, which in turn spilled sideways as he was held.

“You controlled me,” Nico muttered.

“Not on purpose, I promise.” Percy said, feeling his eyes well up with tears. He furiously swiped them away, then stroked the hair from Nico’s bloody face.

“You’re Percy.” Nico enunciated, like he was reminding himself he succeeded. More glistening blood seeped from his lips as Percy nodded. “Your face…” he whispered deliriously. “Can I hold it?”

“Yeah, of course,” Percy said, drawing Nico’s hand to his cheek, holding it there.

“I didn’t realize the blood—“ Nico tried to pull away, but Percy kept his hand the way it was. If this was the comfort he needed, Percy could oblige.

“Don’t you dare apologize,” Percy urged. Nico didn’t say anything to that. His breath hitched in his throat, Percy realizing he was forcing his body to stay alive for longer, for what he needed to say.

“I’m scared to die,” he finally croaked.

“You’re going to Elysium,” Percy insisted. “You are. You’re dying a hero’s death.”

Nico laughed precariously. “I’m not scared for me.”

Will, Percy realized.

He was terrified of leaving Will alone. He knew how much the son of Apollo had been through; losing his brothers in the Battle of Manhattan, becoming a counsellor for tons of his siblings at fourteen, losing and saving more after the Battle with Gaea - no teen like him needed to live like that.

For the first time ever, Nico sobbed - hard. Tears dripped down either side of his face, spilling down to his ears. More blood escaped his lips which only made Percy’s heart clench more.

“Please, don’t let him be alone,” Nico begged, his breath shallow and almost gone. “Don’t let him ever be alone...please.”

Percy let his forehead touch Nico’s when the son of Hades’ body went slack, and his pupils contracted like he’d been having a staring contest with the sun.

Not for one minute did Nico di Angelo fixate on himself, he was afraid for Will. Nico didn’t fear death, he feared the loneliness he knew his love would feel, and that pain hurt him more than the wounds that had slowly killed him.

[swiss-cheeze]

(The Candyman Can) Rainbow Connection || Spencer Reid

Request: YES/NO // a part 2 was requested but I was going to do a part 2 anyway so, yeah. (@l0ve-0f-my-life)

Gender: none, they/them // I don’t believe there is any description, I tried to keep it nonchalant, the Sunflower song may be slightly suggestive because it’s sung by a female and have the aspects of femininity but overall is a non-gender affirming song.

Warnings: uhhh, slow burn, awkwardness? I honestly don’t know SEASON 8 SPOILERS, very long; seven pages on google doc lmao

Description: ten months after Maeves death you’re still singing for Spencer to help him cope, what happens when Garcia’s Dia De Muertos party brings to light your feelings?

Part 1: https://snitchthewitch.tumblr.com/post/621248749527760896/the-candyman-can-spencer-reid

Songs used:

It’s My Life - Bon Jovi

Hey There Delilah - Plain White T’s

Sunflower - Sierra Burgess

Rainbow Connection - The Muppets

———

Ten months.

It had been ten months since Maeve had left, ten months since a part of Spencer felt broken, crumpled and gone.

Ten months since you entered his life in a different way then he would ever think.

After your singing sessions things started to look better, brighter, lighter and happier.

Currently yourself and Spencer were jamming out in his apartment to It's My Life.

“It's my life! And it's now or never!” you screamed and jumped on the couch, Spencer followed you with a laugh and shouted at the top of his lungs.

“'Cause I ain't gonna live forever, I just want to live while I'm alive” Spencer sang, you grinned as you hoped down from the couch, grabbed his hands and started dancing.

“My heart is like an open highway, like Frankie said, ‘i did it my way’!” you grinned as Spencer spun you around and stepped onto the coffee table.

“I just want to live while I'm alive,” Spencer sang as you hopped up and onto the table next to the Doctor.

“ITS, MY, LIFE!” you exclaimed together and posed on the table as if there was a crowd gathered and you had just danced your hearts out; which you did. Your breathing was heavy as you let out a large laugh and jogged over to the CD player to turn it down as the next song came on from your playlist, going from a room shattering volume to a whisper.

“Drink?” Spencer asked with heavy breaths as he pointed to the kitchen, you nodded as you held your back and sat on the couch, Spencer came back a moment later with two glasses of water and handed one to you as you sat in the blissful aftermath of a singing and dance off.

“Are you going to Garcias Day of the Dead party?” you asked after a moment, it wasn't very risky to ask but it was still touchy as you both knew the background to the question. Spencer nodded.

“Yeah, yeah I am, I'm meant to be helping her with groceries sometime, she said she’d message me when she was ready” Spencer smiled as he placed the empty cup on the table and laid back against the couch cushions, “who are you bringing?” Spencer hesitantly asked as you grinned.

“I can't tell you that Spence, it's cheating” you shook your head before putting your cup down on the table and opening your phone to look at the time; you were meant to be home 10 minutes ago, “shit, sorry Spence i gotta head,” you said as you quickly gathered your belongings.

“Do you have to leave?” Spencer asked, he sounded so sad that you needed to leave, you bit your lip as you opened the door.

“I’m sorry Spence, i do, i've um…” should you tell him? “I've got a date,” you said with a tight lipped smile. Spencer hoped his face didn't convey the emotions he felt and hoped you didn't notice his change in demeanor.

“Oh, yeah of course,” Spencer said tightly, “you head ill...ill clean up here,”

“Thanks Spence, i'll see you at work!” you said with a grin and waved the Doctor a goodbye. The retreating of your footsteps seemed to echo in the surrounding walls of Spencer's apartment and his mind, your smile was flashing in his and out of his head a thousand times over in bright flashes as the room suddenly felt rather lonely and cold without your presence in it anymore. Spencer looked around the room as he felt his shoulders sag, emotions came back to him as well as memories of Maeve, Tobias, Nathan and multiple other people who impacted his life in some way, in a way of his work and in a way that's personal.

Alex.

Of course!

Spencer scrambled for his phone and clicked on Blake's personal cell number. It rang three times before the woman's voice floated through.

“Ried? Is everything okay?” the worry in Blake's voice floated through the speakers as Spencer took a breath.

“I…” Spencer sighed softly and sniffled, god was he going to cry again? “I think im in love...again”

“Oh Spence,”

---

You smiled tightly as your date talked about...what was he talking about again?

“And that's how I found out my family was a part of the mafia group in the nineteen hundreds!” the date exclaimed, oh god had you forgotten his name already?

“Thats,” you gave a fake laugh as real as you could, “that's amazing Matt!” you said with a clap of your hands.

“My name’s Michael…” your date reminded you, you sighed and put your head in your hands with a groan.

“I'm sorry-”

“No it's...I can tell your head is somewhere else,” your date said with a smile, “did you want to talk about it?” he asked, you bit your lip before responding.

“One of my coworkers…” should you be telling a story that isn't yours to tell? “One of my coworkers lost someone close to them ten months ago,” you started the story, you can't stop now, “and to be a good friend I started to sing for him!” you said happily, using your hands to talk, “i started singing for him because it made me happy when i was a child and i thought it would cheer him up as well, in the end it did and it helped him get better and obviously he is better but...that was ten months ago,” you sighed, “Micheal it was ten months ago that he lost what could possibly be his only love and here i am...in love with him,”

“Oh doll,” Micheal said softly as he put his hand on top of yours, “what do you mean his only love?” the man asked, “just so i can get a better understanding and idea of the situation,” he smiled politely.

“Hes...he has an eidetic memory, can read 20,000 words a minute, he has 3 PhDs and 3 Bachelors, he doesn't get along well with women in the romance scene a lot of the time but he's just...he's just so smart and he's so lovely and kind and works well with everyone,” you took a breath as you wiped a tear from your eye you didn't realise had leaked, “he puts himself on the line all the time; he’s been shot in the knee, shot in the shoulder, he got kidnapped and drugged, poisoned with a worse strain of Anthrax then actual anthrax, he's such a good hostage speaker, he delves into every case with everything he has as if its his last which it could possibly be, he helped a young boy, Nathan Harris, when he believed he was going to become a serial killer an-”

“Woah woah woah baby slow down,” Micheal said as he looked to you, “you’re getting so worked up over this boy, i mean, he's just a boy,” Micheal said with a grin, “you sing for him don't you?”

“Yeah I do,” you absentmindedly smiled, “it's amazing, just today we sung It’s My Life before I came here,” you said with a large grin, the memory still fresh.

“Okay so, how about, instead, you lean it to more romantic songs? Slowly give him hints and open up to him more?” Micheal questioned, you never actually thought of that but as you mulled it over it sounded a lot better than any other plan you would have had brewed anway. You nodded.

“Thats...thats really good Micheal,” you said with a grin, “thank you,”

“It’s alright; if i can't be the one then i'll help you with him,” Micheal said with a joking grin. You ended the night with the waitress coming over to take your plates as you asked for the bill, split it, giving a lovely tip and Micheal driving you home. He planted a kiss on your cheek before handing you his number on a napkin, “for whenever and whatever you want or need,” he had said, you gave him a kiss on the cheek and a thank you before retreating into your house and mulling over the next few songs to sing for Spencer whenever he wanted.

---

A few days passed after your date and Spencers emotional outburst to Blake (which she kept to herself and Spencer of course), you had been given a case and hadn't had time to sing to Spencer; you could tell this was taking a little toll on the poor doctor as he became distracted easily as well as the far off gaze he had on his face a lot of the time now, however, the plane had just landed back in DC.

“Spence!” you called for the doctor, he turned for a moment and slowed his walking for you to catch up, “did you want me to call tonight?” you asked with a grin.

“Yes please (Y/n),” the doctor said, he seemed sad but also desperate.

“Are you alright?” you questioned as you stopped the doctor with your hand on his arm, “i'm here for you,”

“I’ll be alright after tonight (Y/n), it's okay,” and without another word Spencer left you, spoke to Hotch for a second and then headed out the door.

“Are you two okay?” Blake asked as she came up next to you.

“I think so, I think it’s just because we haven't had a lot of time recently for our normal sessions,” you said with a tight smile.

“He misses you (Y/n),” Blake said, “a lot more than you know,” the two of you dropped the subject pretty quickly after that as you walked to the parking lots and headed home, the road seemed to go in a blur as you drove, forming colours and paint strokes against the harsh greys of the DC city buildings.

---

Another few days passed and your singing sessions went back to normal, except this time you added more romantic songs, adding a more soft tone or even adding your uke like one of the first times you sang for Spencer, and right now you were finishing off Hey There Delilah.

“Hey there, Spencer,” you had changed the lyrics for the last ‘hey there’, you heard Spencer give off a little breathy laugh, “You be good, and don't you miss me, two more years and you'll be done with school,” you couldn't help but laugh slightly at the school part seeing as Spencer had...well you know what he’s got, “And I'll be makin' history like I do. You know it's all because of you…” you trailed the end of your sentence off slightly, “We can do whatever we want to…” you sighed softly, “hey there, Spencer, here’s to you,” you trailed off again as you felt tears well in your eyes as you spoke the last words instead of singing them, “This one's for you” and with that the song ended and you smiled into the phone, Spencer clapped loudly into the phone’s speaker.

“That was beautiful (Y/n)!” the doctor exclaimed with a smile, “I haven't heard that song before,” you laughed, of course he hadn't heard the song before.

“It's a classic but not the type of classic you know of,” you said with a smile as you heard Spencer laugh along with you too, “I’m sorry Spence but i have to get to bed,” you sounded so sad.

“Right, of course,” Spencer said as he finally glanced at the clock, god it was past 12 already? You'd been on a call together since 10, “goodnight (Y/n), i'll see you at Garcias tomorrow?” Spencer asked, shit. You'd forgotten about tomorrow completely.

“Y-yeah of course! I'll be there don't worry,” you smiled into the phone, “goodnight Spence” and with that you hung up the phone and got ready for bed. Spencer did the same in his apartment.

---

You smiled sweetly at Spencer as he placed Maeve's photo on the altar as everyone gave him a sympathetic look and then another person's photo.

“This is uh, Nikola Tesla,” he said, you couldn't help but smile, “i just hope he's still having fun inventing things wherever he is” Spencer said with the little smile and laugh he does every now and then as he stepped back from the alter; allowing you to place your photo. You gulped as you fiddled with the photographic paper.

“This uh,” you started, nobody actually knew who this was, you sniffled as Garcia held you hand and you smiled to her as thanks for the reassurance, you cleared your throat, “this is Gene Wilder,” you grinned as Spencer chuckled softly, of course it was him, “i don't uh, i don't really have any family that i'm close to that has passed but, Charlie and the Chocolate Factory has always been my childhood, it was always close to my heart and when the movie came out i fell in love with it even more and the more i watched it the more i felt Gene Wilder become apart of me, my family and my life.” you took a breath as you placed the photo onto the altar, it was of his iconic Willy Wonka pose, “of course he has become a meme icon,” you laughed as everyone did too, “but i know for a fact he looks at everyone from wherever he is and he looks at them with such passion and love and admiration for whatever they're doing and i know he fills me with hope and confidence whenever i need it” you smiled as you finished and stepped back and the line continued.

You all gave your thanks, gave a blessing or a prayer depending on who it was, sent your respects and then went your way with drinks and conversations and music. Spencer smiled as he came up to you when Hotch walked away, your conversation about Henry becoming dwindled as the food looked more appetizing to Hotch.

“Hey,” Spencer said with a little wave as he held a cup of...cordial?

“Are you really drinking cordial Spencer?” you asked with a laugh as Spencer nodded.

“Believe it or not cordial is a lot healthier than wine,” Spencer spoke with a laugh as he stated the obvious, you smiled as well but it was tight, “are you okay?” you nodded.

“Yeah i'll be alright,” you said quietly, where was this sad emotion suddenly coming from?

“Considering the circumstances it's okay to be sad (Y/n)” Spencer commented as he saw your saddened expression but before he could say anything else you put on a fake smile.

“Spence i promise, im okay” you said with fake confidence, “promise” you held out your hand for the doctor and took his warm palm in his, you could tell Spencer didn't believe you but nodded anyway, but your whole demeanor changed as soon as the song did and you grinned, “dance with me Spencer?” you asked as you set down your wine and dragged the poor doctor to the ‘dance floor’.

“N-no i'm not really- i haven't ever-” Spencer stuttered but with your glowing smile and laugh he found himself not finding the words to excuse himself before nodding and placing his drink down on the nearest surface. You brought the doctor close to your body and rested your head in his neck as his arms wrapped around your waist hesitantly and yours wrapped around his neck, you danced in a slow circle as the rest of the team gave suggestive glances to each other.

“Rose girls in glass vases, perfect bodies, perfect faces, they all belong in magazines” your voice floated through the air softly and Spencers voice hitched, “Those girls the boys are chasing, winning all the games they're playing, they're always in a different league” you continued to sing and sway with Spencer, his grip tightened on you as he buried his face into your hair as Hotch pulled Alex in for a dance, Rossi with J.J. and Derek and Garcia all walked to the dance floor; slow dancing and holding one another softly as your voice continued, “Stretching toward the sky like I don't care, wishing you could see me standing there” god was that directed to Spencer? It was, wasn't it? Spencer bit his lip at the thought as he continued swaying as he looked up for a second and saw everyone else slow dancing, a smile gracing his lips as your voice flowed through the air again, “But I'm a sunflower, a little funny, If I were a rose, maybe you'd want me” your voice wavered as you buried your face into Spencers neck, “If I could, I'd change overnight, I'd turn into something you'd like but i'm a,” your voice came out a little stronger now as you looked up and saw your co-workers now switching dance partners; Rossi with Hotch (which made you laugh a little), J.J. and Derek, and Alex with Garcia, “sunflower, a little funny, if I were a rose, maybe you'd pick me” your voice sighed at the end as you broke away from Spencers neck to look at the beautiful man in front of you, wording the lyrics to him, “But I know you don't have a clue, this sunflower's waiting for you,” both of you leant in as your eyes darted to Spencers mouth, his eyes doing the same to yours as he licked his lips without realisation, “Waiting for you” with your mouths inches apart and your eyelids slowly closing, you could feel Spencers breath fanning over your lips...almost...almost…

“(Y/n) that's a beautiful voice you have!” Alex exclaimed, the song continued in the background as yourself and Spencer jumped away from each other, smiling awkwardly as you wiped your sweaty palms on your hips and thighs. Your teammates all broke away from each other; Blake must have been the only one to see and realise what was going to happen, you looked to Alex with a mix of emotions including anger and appreciation; anger because she stopped you and Spencer from kissing, appreciation because she stopped you and Spencer kissing in front of the others.

“Thanks…” you smiled as you scratched the back of your head with an awkward smile, “well i gotta start heading!” you exclaimed suddenly, the crushing feeling in your chest getting too much for you to stay.

“Ohhh what what what?” Garcia asked as she came forward, “oh come on i can get the blow up mattress, we can all sleep here, take tomorrow off; Hotch we can take tomorrow off can't we?” Garcia suddenly exclaimed, you all smiled as did Hotch but he didn't say a word; Garcia was tipsy, if not already drunk.

“It’s okay Penelopie really,” you said with a smile as you walked to the girl and hugged her close, “i'll see you guys tomorrow though,” you smiled as you hugged everyone, of course Spencer being the last.

“I’ll drive you home,” Spencer said quickly as he picked up your coat as well as his, you stuttered as Spencer opened Garcia's door but decided against it; instead blushing and thanking Spencer as the two of you walked out of the apartment building and to Spencers old timey wimey car.

“Think those two will realise?” Derek said off-handedly with a knowing grin.

“They’re profilers, they'll figure it out,” Rossi said with a grin.

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Yourself and Spencer had already discussed you would sleepover at his house in case you got drunk or tipsy off of wine, that and the fact you used public transport to get to Garcias rather than a car and Spencer didn't want you to go onto the tubes at this time at night.

“No, Spence, I already told you I'm not taking your bed!” you exclaimed with a laugh as you got a drink from Spencer's kitchen.

“(Y/n) please, my couch is complete rubbish and i know!” Spencer exclaimed from his bedroom where he was getting dressed in. You scoffed jokingly.

“Oh yeah Spencer, you've slept on your couch you germaphobe” you said with a smile as you walked to Spencer's bedroom.

“I did! When…” as you entered the bedroom the air turned cold as Spencers smile fell, you looked at him from across the room in all of his shirtless-and-low-hanging-pyjama-pants glory, he cleared his throat, “when Maeve…” he choked as his sentence drained off the way it does when Spencer is emotional and about to cry.

“Oh, Spence im...im sorry i didn't think,” you said softly, you stayed in the doorway unsure of what to do. Spencer cleared his throat as he threw his side of the covers back and started to get into the bed.

“Please?” Spencer questioned, you knew what he wanted as he bunched the sheets at his waist and played with his fingers while looking at the covers, you nodded. Whether Spencer saw you nod or not you weren't sure but you went through the same motions as you would when going to bed; brushed your teeth in Spencer's connected bathroom, tugged off your work clothes, put on your pyjamas as Spencer waited patiently in the bed, unmoving. Your feet padded on the floor as you brought back the covers on the other side of Spencer and sat on the bed next to him, the covers bunched up around your waist as you waited, waited for Spencer to lay down, hold your hand, something.

And then he did.

“Spencer i know-”

“Can you sing for me?” Spencer suddenly asked, his voice on the verge of breaking as he looked to you with teary eyes, you nodded quickly and began to smile.

“Yeah, yeah of course i can Spencer,” you said quickly, “did you want to get under the covers?” you asked softly, Spencer nodded and sniffled softly as the two of you maneuvered to lay down. You laid on your back as Spencer clutched onto you, his head rested on your chest as your arm wrapped around his back and to his shoulder, “what do we want tonight?” you asked in a soft voice into Spencer's hair.

“Anything, anything happy,” Spencer mumbled into your chest, you nodded and thought for a moment.

“Why are there so many, songs about rainbows, and what's on the other side” you started to sing, Spencer doesn't know the muppets very well but he has heard this song play in your headphone while on the jet home after a tough case once or twice, this was the second song you used to calm yourself down next to The Candy Man, “Rainbows are visions, they're only illusions, and rainbows have nothing to hide” your voice was soft and filtered through the air as Spencer closed his eyes, envisioning himself in a wonderful forest, just like Kermit the frog with you by his side, your uke in your arms, the cords coming through seamlessly, “So we've been told and some chose to believe it, but I know they're wrong wait and see” you squeezed Spencer softly as you started on the chorus, “Someday we'll find it, The Rainbow Connection” you tilted Spencers chin up from your chest and moved back from Spencer a little so he wasn't arched weirdly nor where you bent weirdly, “The lovers,” you pointed a finger into your own chest, “the dreamers,” you pointed a finger into Spencers chest as he smiled softly, his tears dripping into the creases of his smile, “and me” you cuddled back into Spencer as his arms tightly wrapped around you again.

“Who said that every wish,” Spencer's soft voice filtered in the air, you smiled and hummed the instrumentals, “Would be heard and answered, when wished on the morning star” you smiled and kissed Spencer's head again and joined in with singing.

“Somebody thought of that, and someone believed it, look what it’s done so far” you shrugged jokingly as if the ‘look what it's done so far’ was someone really saying it, a soft chuckle came from Spencer, “What's so amazing,” you shrugged again as you looked to Spencer, “that keeps us stargazing, what do we think we might see?” you brought your unwrapped arm up towards the ceiling and cupped it around as if you were cupping Spencers chin, “Someday we’ll find it,” you looked back down to Spencer as your arm came down as well, “The Rainbow Connection,” you cupped Spencers cheek as you moved forward, Spencer doing the same as he looked down to your lips like he did at Garcias before gliding back up to your eyes, “The lovers,” you cocked a small smile as the lyrics came out in a whisper, “The dreamers,” you tapped Spencer cheek softly as the gap finally closed and your lips pressed against Spencers for a short moment before you both pulled back slowly, “And me”

[stillness-in-green]

Spinaraki Week, Day 3: Emptiness | Harmony

Hope it’s closer, hope it’s somewhere When it’s over, hope we don’t care I’ll be there, too, there when it comes true So take me down with you

A fan soundtrack — with accompanying fanfic shorts, if desired  — for Shigaraki and Spinner, from Gigantomachia, to Jaku, and beyond.   

(google drive  |  youtube playlist)

Below the cut, the fanfic shorts and links to the lyrics.

forever or never  — cinema bizarre  //  take me under  — man with a mission  //  so cold  — breaking benjamin  //  silver lining  — hurts  //  all i need is love  — sakai mikio  //  stay alive  — may’n  //  fake wings ~ bitter sweet ver.  — kajiura yuki  //  roads untraveled  — linkin park  //  all of my days  — alexi murdoch  //  shØut  — sawano hiroyuki

                                                 ———–

Track 1 |   Forever or Never

They were two weeks into fighting Machia and Spinner right in the middle of another series of complaints about what kind of food Shigaraki was eating—as if he could even make time for anything more complicated than supplements and protein drinks when getting enough sleep was way harder to manage—when Shigaraki made up his mind, leaned forward, and kissed him.  

“S’nice that you’re worried about me,” he said to Spinner’s gawping.  “But if you’ve got something to say, you should come out and say it.”  He was floating on sleep deprivation, the world too many colors, too bright and too fuzzy, and Spinner sitting right in front of him, the most colorful splotch of green on the smudgy brown woods, pink eyes staring—they’d been staring a lot lately.

“Machia could break me in half tomorrow.  Tonight, even.”  He laughed raggedly.  The knowledge felt like his family’s hands—too heavy, nausea-inducing, but still offering an endless freedom.  “I don’t want your last words to me to be, ‘Shigaraki, you need more carbs.’”

“…Well, you do!” Spinner sputtered, but he set the latest round of pills and juice packs down roughly in front of Shigaraki and beat a hasty retreat. Shigaraki watched him flee; a lazy grin sat on his face with alien comfort.

  Track 2 |   Take Me Under

Somehow, even though he looked like he was about to pass out mid-stride, Shigaraki was still pulling away from him.  Everything he touched dissolved into flecks of ash, while the zealots on the bad end of Spinner’s blades remained doggedly fleshy, snarling and wrathful, all shouting voices and grasping, tearing hands and maybe Shigaraki had nightmares like this, maybe he was used to them and that was why he cut through it all so easy.  

Spinner dragged his arm through another vicious slice, dragged his legs through another step, focusing on Shigaraki’s narrow shoulders.  Don’t go without me, he willed.  Bring me with you!  I wanna see it too!

  Track 3 |   So Cold

“Not gonna talk about Stain-sama anymore?” Shigaraki asked, an edge of challenge leaking into his voice.  Spinner had been weird since Deika, hanging on Shigaraki’s words with a hushed air of attentiveness that made Shigaraki too aware of the sound of his own voice when he’d hardly ever worried about that kind of thing before, and definitely not among allies.

Spinner flushed, the suffusion of red across his scales suggesting he had a bit of chameleon in there somewhere, but not a very cooperative bit.  He rubbed his neck, looking away at the common room the League had requisitioned for their private meetings.

“….Maybe now and then?” he hedged.  “I mean, he was the reason I got out.  I’m grateful to him for that.  But it's like I said back at the shack.  I joined the League to find a purpose.  It wasn’t—it wasn’t ever about Stain himself, exactly.”

“You find something better?” Shigaraki tipped his head on one side. There was a vague itch in his chest, a wiggling little need to hear about this new purpose—it was a leader thing, probably; he got Mr. Compress his sushi, and Toga was never shy about what she wanted, and now here was Spinner ready to spill his big goal.  Like getting a 100% complete, taking stock of what it was going to take for his allies to get what they wanted.

Spinner looked back up, expression weird—eyes a little wide, vulnerable, like he’d just been hit or he was bracing for it, but the set of his mouth around his beak firm.  He looked at Shigaraki like he was trying to stare a hole through him, but he nodded.

“Gonna tell me what it is?” Shigaraki pressed.

“It’s…  You don’t need to worry about what it is.”  Cagey asshole.  “We just gotta keep going.”

Shigaraki drew his nails down his neck almost idly, a simmer of dissatisfaction in his skin, holding Spinner’s gaze long enough for him to go through both awkward shifting and a stubborn bounce back.  His eyes were clear—too clear, Shigaraki thought, and it hit him.  

The horizon.

He folded forward, struck to laughter, though the annoying feeling in his chest worsens.  Spinner had showed up all enamored with Stain’s ideas about a purge this, a cleansing that.  Or course he could see the appeal of emptiness.

“Who’d have thought you were fucked up enough to want that?” he murmured, snorting when Spinner stiffened in offense.  “Okay. We’ll keep going, then.”

  Track 4 |   Silver Lining

Shigaraki after the first stage of the surgery looked pale—even more so than usual—and drained in ways even Gigantomachia hadn’t left him.  He didn’t want to talk about how it went.  He pressed an unselfconscious kiss to the corner of Spinner’s mouth and leaned against him, listening and nodding to Spinner’s faltering report on how things are going with the Front, chipping in now and again with an opinion or an order. To Spinner’s immense relief, he even managed a few sarcastic comments.  

When Ujiko came for him, Spinner almost couldn’t breathe, didn’t even really try until the black gunk welled up in his throat to send him back to the villa.  He wiped his mouth after coughing it all up and straightened.  

There was work to do.  

  Track 5 |   All I Need Is Love

Endeavor hit him with another blast of fire and the meaninglessness of it all pulled laughter out of Shigaraki like broken teeth.  He let himself fall back from the force of it, landed on feet that seemed to know what to do with only minimal guidance from him.

His body hurt—hurt in ways he’d really thought he was past feeling, but then, fire had always been a particular brand of all-over pain—and the feeling in his chest was worse.  The awareness floated at the back of his mind, a list of cold facts pinned up in his brain under a spotlight, cognition in the style of lepidopterology.

Heroes had found the lab. 

The Doc had kept that lab hidden for longer than Shigaraki’d been alive.  The heroes had to have gotten new intel somehow.

All the possible sources for new intel were holed up in the mountain villa.

Flying heroes were rare, but not so rare that there wouldn’t be more fighting him here (Majestic alone would be doing a better job playing keep-away with Eraser Head) if they weren’t occupied elsewhere.

The conclusion sat at the bottom of the list: Machia was on his way, but Shigaraki wouldn’t know who he’d lost until the moment the big gorilla got here.

Still, there was just the barest trace of comfort there—Machia was on the way, and either the others had made it or they hadn’t, and soon he’d find out whether Spinner meant it or not, about wanting to see this horizon.

   Track 6 |   Stay Alive

Earlier than expected, Toga had said.  Spinner clung onto Gigantomachia for all he was worth, eyes on the horizon as the chaos of the battle at the villa finally receded behind them.  His heart pounded so hard it hurt, throbbing with the memory of Shigaraki at the bottom of that crater in Deika, his tangled hair and bare shoulders all but glowing, pearl white, in the shafts of pale sunlight filtering back down through the scattering debris.  Shigaraki tucked up against him in the cheap bed Ujiko kept in the lab, tracing his fingers along Spinner’s scales with unthinking abstraction, not afraid, not disgusted, not even paying all that much attention.  

Spinner had been helpless then and he was no better now, terror thick in his throat as he watched the horizon for anything—the hospital, a telltale cloud of dust, a sign, just—just anything to give him a bit of hope.  

  Track 7 |   Fake Wings ~ bitter sweet ver.

Shigaraki hadn’t regained consciousness yet.  His burns had healed, but the deep, dry fissures in his skin wee slower to close.  They corkscrewed down his arms and speared out viciously over his chest, cicada shell cracks, and who knew what had been trying to pull itself out of that body when Spinner and the others had finally made it to him?

Two crevices ran up either side of his spine in eerie symmetry, each branching once before continuing up, angling along the inside edges of his shoulder-blades.  Spinner tried not to look at them more than he had to—every time he did, he’d get horrible mental images of wings shuddering their way free, sticky and wet with blood and enzymes.  

He smiled.  Spinner reminded himself of that every time he sat down to reapply hydrocortisone and calamine.  When he saw us on Machia, he looked at us and he smiled.  

It had looked pretty ghoulish, but a lot of Shigaraki’s smiles did.  More importantly, though, he’d looked at them with recognition.  Whatever had been brewing in him to make him look like some kind of haggard, slough-skinned revenant, Spinner had watched it recede when Shigaraki’s red eyes fell on them, on him.  

He dared to run one hand over Shigaraki’s hair, rinsed painstakingly clean by Spinner and Mr. Compress as soon as they’d gotten settled in the tiny, two-road hamlet Skeptic had directed them to.  They were laying low for now, hoping to meet up with stragglers from the villa, Re-Destro and the rest, but Spinner couldn’t make himself think about it with any clarity.  Not when Shigaraki was still out and they didn’t have Ujiko around to tell them what was wrong.

Wake up, Shigaraki. Please.  Please.

  Track 8 |   Roads Untraveled

“Did you see it?”

“Shigaraki!”  Spinner started violently when Shigaraki whispered the words.  “You’re awake!”  

“And you’re loud,” Shigaraki grumbled.  Pain ran a latticework over his body; he wrestled one arm out from under the sheets someone had tucked him into and examined it.  A freshly-healed scar spiraled up his arm, putting him vaguely in mind of narutomaki.  Skimming the injury, his eyes caught on the hole in his palm and it struck him, foggily, that he didn’t actually know if Sensei had always had those or if they came with Air Cannon.  

Sensei.  He thought the name slowly, deliberately, letting the syllables prod at his own mind, seeing if there was any response. Nothing poked back, though he still felt strange, emptied out and scraped back into a new container, all mushed up from the transition.  Weird. Nothing he couldn’t get used to, but still.

Spinner was still talking, he realized belatedly, and tuned back in in time to hear, “I’m sorry we didn’t get to you sooner.  It just got so crazy so fast, we—”

“Spinner,” he interrupted, because there was a ring of shame in Spinner’s voice and Shigaraki wasn’t in the mood for it.  “What’d you think of it?”

“Of what?” Spinner asked. He’d changed clothes, out of his polka dot vest and dark cargo pants and into a plain cotton button-up that fit him too tight around the shoulders.  Not one of his, and not his style, either, so probably a loaner, or stolen, which meant they were in another hideout.

Shigaraki briefly debated whether he was angry about that and immediately decided that anger was much too intense for how empty he was feeling at that moment.  He answered Spinner instead.  

“You know what.”  

It took Spinner a second to put it together.  He might have done better if Shigaraki had stopped staring at him for a minute, but Shigaraki didn’t much feel like doing that, either.  Spinner’s awkwardness was comfortably familiar.

“It…  It was amazing,” he answered finally.  “Practically the whole city was gone.”

“Bigger than in Deika?” Shigaraki asked, more for confirmation than reassurance.

“Way bigger.”

“Papers have a death toll yet?”  

“They’re still just talking about casualties—a few thousand, ‘expected to rise.’  But Skeptic says they’re way underreporting.”  

That’s still too low. They must have figured us out, Shigaraki thought, even as Spinner frowned, somewhere between angry and distraught.

“Hawks got information out somehow,” he went on.  “I’m sorry. We should have—”

“We didn’t.  That’s all.  We’ll just do it better next time.”  Shigaraki tried to lever himself up.  Immediately, Spinner leaned in next to him—not trying to browbeat him into resting, which was a nice change, but hooking an arm around his back and giving him a good sturdy vertical surface to brace against.  Or maybe just rest against.  Fuck, he was tired.  I’m gonna kill the Doc; super-regeneration is supposed to work better than this.

“How’re you feeling?” Spinner asked anxiously.  Spinner was—weirdly comfortable.  Warm.  Solid.  Shigaraki lost whatever his response was going to be, letting himself go lax against Spinner’s side.  “Shigaraki?”

“Feel like I’ve been cold since I got out of the tube,” he answered, too tired to bother with anything but the truth, to which Spinner immediately held him closer.  Heh.  Bonus. “How about you?  Find anything to fill you up while I was away?”

“Not that I’ve got to show you.  The whole villa was—” Spinner paused, frustration giving way to suspicion.  “Was that a dirty joke?”  

Shigaraki snickered and leaned back, pulling Spinner down into the bed with him.  Spinner fell with a muffled yelp.  “Eh.”

“I don’t believe you,” Spinner said, but quietly, and didn’t follow it up.  Slowly, his hands found their way up to Shigaraki’s face, those sharp claws of his infinitely careful as he pushed back Shigaraki’s hair.  “Gonna sleep some more?”

“Gonna make me?”  It didn’t sound like such a bad idea, honestly. Spinner would have told him something by now if wherever they were wasn’t safe.  

“I don’t think I could if I wanted to,” Spinner muttered.  “You got really ripped.”  

The confused, not quite envious tone dissolved Shigaraki into dry cackling.  Of all the shit to focus on.

“Guess I did.”  He decided to let himself have the moment—no telling how long it’d last, after all—and relaxed with a sigh into the circle of Spinner’s arms.

  Track 9 |   All of My Days

Shigaraki slept in his arms.

There were a thousand other things to worry about, things Spinner had sworn he’d start thinking about as soon as Shigaraki woke up, but that boat had obviously sailed, seeing as Spinner’s brain had decided that now was the perfect time get stuck on things like, Thank god he’s still him, and, How did it wind up like this? not to mention a repeating chorus of, I’m so glad he’s alright, and a bunch of fragments like, I never thought I— and, Back then, I—

He exhaled, stirring Shigaraki’s hair.  Splayed lazily on his chest, Shigaraki snored softly, undisturbed, drawn back from hazy-eyed detachment by that last burst of laughter, which had been cutting and mean and perfect—and, judging by how fast he’d dropped back off, had also tired him right back out.  He’d gotten heavier, which Spinner already knew from muscling him around the house for the last two days, but like this, his weight just felt right.  Reassuring.  

Savior and liberator, those were the words Re-Destro used for Shigaraki, and Spinner had always rolled his eyes about it, because it was too much, flowery and over-exposed.  But when he thought back on his life before, just a set of scales stretched thin over a hollow ache, just fitful anger with nowhere to turn but inward…  

He sighed again and tightened his grip, just a little.  There was a lot ahead of them still, bad news to break, temporary separations and permanent losses.  But despite that, just in that moment, Spinner felt—okay.  Like things would be all right.  Like the moment he was in was enough.  And it’d been such a long time since he’d felt that way that he couldn’t even bring himself to feel guilty for it.  

Shigaraki slept in his arms, and Spinner let himself breathe.

  Track 10 |   Shout

The little house they were in—a guest house, the impersonal decor of which had not survived half a week with Toga, Mr. Compress and Skeptic all under one roof—was steadily transforming into their new base of operations.  Gigantomachia had been hollowing out a space below ground, dank and shabby compared to the repurposed flood cisterns beneath the villa, but it was slowly filling up with people—stragglers the old MLA smuggled in, because Hawks might have figured out who the Army’s heroes were, but even he was never going to get a full member list; the Army hadn’t even kept one.  They’d been doing the hide-in-plain-sight operation for generations, and being back in a scenario where they could get raided again mostly just seemed to fire them up.  

Shigaraki was back on his feet again like he’d never been off of them, scars—what was left of them—faded to thin white lines and mostly hidden behind his clothes.  He was right back to black, too, courtesy of a fashion expedition Toga and a few local kids had run to the nearest town over.  

The news was still going crazy; no matter where Spinner went in town, there was always a boxy little TV or an old radio on with people standing around paying keen attention to the complete meltdown happening across the country—the destruction of Jaku City, Shigaraki’s escape, the discovery and capture of Ujiko, Endeavor’s connection to Dabi (which Shigaraki had apparently figured out half a year ago, in the aftermath of that very first Vanguard Action Squad attack), Hawks’ disfigurement, quirk-erasing bullets, the resurgence of the Meta Liberation Army—a 24-news cycle wasn’t enough to cover everything, and while “vindictive glee” wasn’t quite what Spinner had had in mind back when worried about keeping morale up, well, he still wasn’t going to complain.

They had their feet under them now.  Every day, plans were being redrawn, the math being refigured: subtract the element of surprise from the MLA’s operations, but add in the damage done to the Hero Billboard Chart’s precious top ten; take away the Noumu, but wait, actually, maybe don’t, because just how impregnable is Tartarus, exactly?  Shigaraki was free, and if he wasn’t quite at 100%, well, Ujiko wasn’t going to be around to finish the job for a while, so there was nothing for it but to move forward, and the way forward stretched before them unobstructed.

Shigaraki still planned to tear it all down, stone from stone—if anything, his fight with the heroes in Jaku and finding out about Twice afterwards had left him even more determined.  Somehow, no one seemed to mind.  The ordeal had burned their leader clean and sharp, a light burning at the end of the universe, impossible to blot out.

Spinner had never felt more ready to take on the world.