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It's all hands on waists, moaning into each other's mouths and – God, how does Tenna keep finding himself back here? What they have has grown beyond loathing, it's turned into some sort of obsession. Tingles bounce around his face, and he knows Spamton must feel the static building between them, zaps shooting whenever their lips meet. Everything keeps getting worse; Tenna doesn't know how to stop it. This. Them. Doesn't know how to stop himself being so unbearably jealous – of Spamton and of everyone Spamton charms. It’s as if every piece of feeling he has about the man has spun wildly out of control. So out of control that there’s no telling where the resentment ends, and where the –
He can’t finish that thought.
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- Part 3 of tabloid's wet dream
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But that's not the real problem here, even if the sight keeps giving him a pointed reminder of how little control he has over the very thing he built. The real problem is the way Spamton hasn't even greeted him, hasn't looked his way once, hasn't even bothered to keep up some sort of pretense that the two of them are on good terms and working together as partners. What type of message does that send to everyone? There’s a certain image they have to maintain, if anyone’s meant to believe in their vision and authority. Glaring daggers at Spamton from across the room, Tenna sips at the magnesium in his glass. It’s less of a sip and more like a mouthful – the carbonation making him regret the move instantly. Too late now. The conversation Spamton is caught up in must be riveting, considering he hasn’t moved on from the gaggle of Addisons that keep crowding him. Twenty minutes. Standing there, talking up a storm for twenty minutes. He shouldn’t have come back at all if he’s going to hang around his old colleagues the whole time.
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- Part 4 of tabloid's wet dream
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Spamton took a breath, but he couldn’t get enough air. He took a step back. This was a mistake. He didn’t just spawn into existence, he was missing...something. These people knew him, knew about him, and none of what they knew seemed to be good. He had to recover from this, somehow, convince them that this was fine –
"Spamton, what's my name?" the blue one asked.
Well, shit.
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Everyone tries to figure out what to do with Spamton after he goes through a factory reset.Based on the factory settings au by starridge on tumblr!
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- Part 1 of Not-So Fresh (re)Start
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a sequel to my fic "there is a light that never goes out"
the puppet, a horrified, disfigured witness, and the broken-down showman with no audience reunite in Castle Town after a pair of harrowing fights and a near-death experience. will the changes they've undergone be enough to bring them back together? can they ever be anything different than what they were? how will they clean up the toxic mess they've left behind?
were they ever anything, without one another?
work and chapter titles all from the smiths songs.
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- Part 2 of spamtenna smiths-verse