#Like this post isn't a joke every few minutes or so my eye twitches & it's been doing it for days

[scarletfasinera]

I think I may have re-developed an eye twitch.

[nightwriter357]

Are you just playing with me? - Day 1

Damien Haas x reader

I've never written fanfiction before and english isn't my first language so go easy on me.

Warning: This first post contains a some SMUT but is mostly setting up for future posts that will be a lot more smut heavy. Includes: mentions of private parts, oral sex and teasing..

Intro: You have been apart of the cast for many years now and are close friends with every cast member. You have always had your eyes on Damien and lately you've become a lot more flustered. The story starts with you arriving for a one week vacation with the cast( y/n, Damien, Shayne, Courtney, Spencer, Amanda, Angela and Chanse) in a big house and you secretly hope to be seeing more of Damien then you have before and judging by the type of games you play and how messy you and your friends get you can only imagine what's about to happen..

Morning

As soon as you arrive at the house Spencer calls out " first dibs" and darts inside. " Oh hell no, I'm getting us the best room" Courtney says to Shayne and shoves herself past Spencer". You all look at each other and start running inside. You hear Angela scream out "that's not faaaaaiiir" followed by Amanda laughing and Trevor responding " to baaaad".

You would rather not share a room with anybody, you usually would, but you're scared that the late night dreams you've been having about Damien may expose your feelings Infront of one of your coworkers. Those fucking dreams.

Everybody had already ran up the stairs so you decide to find a bedroom downstairs instead. Shayne seems to be the only one who remained calm, trusting that his girlfriend would sort it out. You notice a door that hasn't been opened and as soon as you do, someone glides past you at sits down on the bed. You could tell who it was before even laying eyes on him. A mix of an earthy perfume and sweat that was almost sweet smelling flew past you as he did, Damien Haas.

"Aww, thanks for opening the door for me. You are SO SO kind." He said and smirked at you from the bed.

You gasped for a while, not just because he surprised you but also because of seeing him on sitting on a bed Infront of you. Many of your dreams had began like this. He would sit on the edge on the bed like this urging you to get down on your knees Infront of him. Your whole body would be trembling when he pulled his cock from his pants. You licked your lips as you slid down between his legs, your arms moving upwards from his knees towards his twitching cock as you-

"Hello" he said waving his hand in front of your face. Are you okay? He asked, raising one of his eyebrows in a concerned look. That's when you realized you've probably been standing there fantasizing for a few seconds to long. Fuck.. did he know? You knew you had to play it off.

"You know, I'm so incredibly shocked you would steal my room like this. I'm gonna tell on you! You're probably gonna get grounded" you said and put a smug smile across your face.

A smile crept across his face replacing the concerned look. " It might be worth it! I do need my beauty sleep you know y/n, I don't just wake up like this"

He was joking, obviously, you knew he didn't need any beauty sleep. He always looked fucking amazing. No matter if he was ten hours in to filming or if he had just busted in 20 minutes late, he always looked perfect. Especially when he was shirtless in the back of-

" Am I losing you again?" Damien said looking straight into your eyes, His hands were on your shoulders. Fuck.. you did it again..You slipped away from him and threw yourself on the bed.

" Oh looks like it's my room after all" you said with a big smile on your face as you opened your suitcase and started to unpack"

He laughed " you're not playing fair, I was actually worried about you, you now? But I do not like losing, you owe me.

"Well you should pick you opponent better next time" you responded still smiling at him. "How about I help you find a room? Then we'll be even."

"It would have to be a pretty nice room Damien said as he opened up the door for you.

When you come out you notice another door on your right. " See, this will be perfect you said as you pushed the door opened. Music was playing in the room and it was filled with smoke, a very pungent and familiar smell. " Hey dude I got us a dubble room, this I gonna be the best week ever" Spencer exclaimed from one of the beds. Damien looked at you "perfect huh?" "Bye boys, I'll be right next door I you need anything" you said throwing Spencer a wave and locking eyes with Damien as you slipped back into your room, right next to his.

Evening

After dinner was finished and you were all a few drinks in it was time for some games. Courtney usually had a few prepared and they were all alot racier than the ones you did on the game channel. " Okey everybody this first game is a dirtier version of some game or bit that we have done on YouTube previously, any guesses?" Said Cortney and looked around the room.

"Oooh ooh I know I know, it's Shane reads reddit stories with.. ehm.. eh.. with DIRT! Angela says with her eyes wide open. Everyone bursts into laughter.

" Noo, no absolutely not" says Amanda leaning back from laughing. When the laughter quiets down you speak up.

"It's try not to cum, no touching obviously" you thow Damien a quick smile.

Damien shakes his head and his eyes widens " WHAT?" He brings his hands to his face, still looking at you.

"How about cunelingus crimes" Spencer ironically suggests while raising an eyebrow

"Fleshlights with Smosh?" you say, Before taking a sip and promptly spaying the water out from laughing.

"Silent lube-erery" Trevor chimes in, bites his lip, nods his head and points to Spenser who points back to him.

" Who semen'd it" Shane biting his lips to keep from laughing "BA-hahaha". Courtney rolled her eyes and smiled.

"Okey Court, please say it not Who SeMEn:d it. You say making fun of Shayne's guess." That might actually be worse than Put it in my mouth" Spencer reaches out for a high five and you comply. Meeting Damiens eyes and smiling at him.

"Okay, mine is just gonna seem super lame now compared to all of your guesses" Courtney says giggling.

"Oh so no reeding reddit stories about dirt then, that's to bad" Amanda says reaching out for Angela who swats her away.

"I was under a lot of pressure OKEY? She jokes back.

"Okey so listen, I have a bunch of notes here with everybodys names on them and another group of notes with different feelings you should show to the person you get, during the night. So the feelings are Sad, angry, love and of course HORNEEY" she does a little dance and then continues." At the end of the week we have to guess everybodys person and feeling and whoever gets the most right WINS". She starts passing the notes around.

You open your first note and start to tense up, Damien, the note says. Fucking Christ am I gonna have to go around being horny for Damien I'm front of people?. You open your second note, angry, the note says. That might somehow be worse, you don't even know if you could act like you're angry at him.

"Okay guys so while this goes on we have some other games to play, let's start with never have I ever" Cortney says

"I'll start" Amanda says " Never have I ever, been horny at work"

Pretty much everybody in the room drinks, or at least you think so, you knew that you did and that Damien did. You wondered what could have made him horny at work and desperately hoped it was something you did.

"You guys are all freaks" Chance said pursing his lips before taking a sip himself.

"Never have I ever tasted myself" Shayne said

You drink, so does Damien.

" Now you have to tell" Spencer Points out.

"What" both you and Damien say in unison.

"if there is two people or less who drink you have to tell the story" Chance says nodding towards Spencer and then back at you.

"Well.. I.. I mean, you always have to taste your cooking before you serve it to guests" you said in a playfully voice, locking eyes with Damien.

" I don't understand anything of what you said Amanda exclaimed after promptly finishing her drink.

" I like going back for dessert after I'm done" Damien said still holding your gaze.

Oh my god, those fucking lips. You can imagine them kissing you all over your body, his teeth biting and leaving marks on your most sensitive spots. His hands grasping at your-

" Okey, so I'm ready to lock in y/n being horny for Damien, you didn't have to make it that obvious." Spencer said. Pulling you away from your fantasy.

Oh fuck, you drifted away again. Why can't you control yourself around this man. You played a few more rounds before ditching the game and moved on to just chatting. You were all pretty drunk by now. Courtney grabbed you by the hand and dragged you to the bathroom.

"You don't have horny for Damien on your cards, dude! Cortney said staring you down.

"How did you know?" You gasped at her.

" Because you are just ACTUALLY HORNY for Damien!!"

" Ssh, they could hear us" you responded putting a finger over her lip.

"Do you want my help or not" she smiled pushing your hand away. "What do you actually have"

"Angry at Damien* you responded grinning your teeth.

" Oh wow, you haven't been doing a good job" she responded and reached into her pocket. "Here" she said handing you a note. " Now it won't seem suspicious when you reveal your cards and I can just be angry at Chance instead of being horny for him"

"Thank you! thank you! You exclaimed before giving her a hug.

"Go get him tiger" she responded while winking at you.

She was right, you actually had a perfectly good reason to act as horny for Damien as you actually were. You practically sprinted from the bathroom and slung yourself back on the coach next to Damien.

"Hi"

"Isn't it a little late to say hi?" He joked and lightly jabbed his arm into your side.

" What do you want me to say?" You responded holding the arm he just pushed up against you. "I'll say whatever you want me to." You traced your finger up and down his bicep" I'll do whatever you want me to do", You bit your lip and looked up at him with doey eyes.

He choked on his drink for a second. " Oh jesus christ y/n"

You smiled at him, Letting your eyes linger over the parts of his body that you were the most hungry for and pausing and licking your lips. This was going to be a fun week.

[mahs-dumpster]

a/n: I don't have a title for this one and for some reason I'm kinda shy about this so. I'll just post this and move on. Yup. Uhh tagging @4necdote bc I mentioned this to her

cw: fellow honest should be a content warning tbh; oc x canon (Maisie x Fellow); possibly ooc because I still haven't read Playful Land

words: around 1k

He couldn't take his eyes off of her, not after hearing her sing so beautifully on that stage. Her voice was high pitched, but it was soft and almost heavenly, it almost never went off tone, whenever a mistake was made she covered up so masterfully and wonderfully that it made it seem like the song was being improved. Every word seemed to captivate the audience — captivate him — and make them hypnotized, in awe of what they were experiencing at the moment.

That's why, to Fellow, he couldn't help but stare at the jazz singer who was currently drinking all the way across from him at that bar. A few minutes ago she looked like an angel, — in a way, she still does — almost ethereal… but now, she seemed human, like she could be reached, and Fellow wanted more than anything to talk to her, to use the charisma he had been building over the years to his advantage, not for a scheme like usual, but to get her attention, to make her beautiful blue eyes look at him. 

He needed to hear that voice directed towards him. 

As Fellow got up, with an idea as to how to approach her in mind, he saw that another man apparently had the same thought as him. He clicked his tongue and sat back down, not wanting to be pushy and try to fight for her attention, not wanting her to have this view of him before he even spoke.

The redhead glanced at them ever so often, curious as to how their interaction was gonna go. He saw as the man’s words seemed to make the cat beastwoman cringe, a wrinkle showing on her delicate features, and a twitch of her fluffy white ears; he tried touching her waist, which caused her to push him away, seemingly making the man angry. It was then that Fellow decided to take action. He walked straight towards the two after asking for another drink, a plan to shoo the man away, but before he could reach closer to them both he heard a loud groan, followed by a sound of satisfaction that came out of the singer’s throat. She had stepped on his foot, irritated with his advances and tired of repeatedly saying ‘no’.

Before Fellow could laugh though, he saw how the guy lifted his hand, his eyes widened in shock and anger as he quickly left the drinks there and ran towards the two, his hand holding the man’s wrist. 

“Now, there. That isn't very gentlemanly, is it?” Fellow said, his joking manner present as ever but his voice was firm. He pushed the guy, standing in front of the smaller woman who watched the situation with curiosity and shock at the audacity of the guy for trying to hit her. “I suggest you better leave. You wouldn't wanna get in trouble here.” 

It was a threat. Fellow’s fangs showed as he pronounced every word, his eyebrows furrowed with irritation. The guy grumbled something he couldn't care less about and walked away, then, Fellow finally sighed and looked behind him, a bit of worry in his eyes. 

“Are you, uh… are you alright, miss?”

“Oh.” The singer came back to reality and slightly bowed, a sweet smile on her lips as she nodded. “Yes, I’m ok. Thank you for helping me out, mister…?”

“Fellow Honest at your services, your ladyship.” He bowed playfully, making the woman giggle. It was music to his ears. “I have been keeping my eye on you ever since I saw your performance a few minutes ago.”

“Ah, I see. And what did you think of it, mister Honest?” 

“I can hardly speak my mind without knowing the name of the lady I talk to, can I?” Fellow said, his hand extended in a silent encouragement for her to introduce herself. The girl took his hand a bit hesitantly, but curious nonetheless.

“Well, alright." She started. "My name is Maisie Bows. Thank you for listening to my singing earlier today.”

“Maisie.” He tried, and realized he loved how the word rolled off his tongue. He hummed as a smile showed up in his face, then he brought her hand to his face, kissing gently the back of her hand. “A beautiful name for a beautiful lady.” Maisie let out a laugh, a more genuine one, and he noticed her cheeks getting red. She seemed to be delighted with their interactions, not being able to contain the smile on her face even after she stopped laughing.

“My, aren't you quite the charmer, mister Honest.” The woman joked, and Fellow couldn't help but chuckle, his hand never leaving hers. “Now, your opinion on my performance…?”

“It was one of the best I’ve ever heard.” She lifted an eyebrow as if she didn't believe him. “I promise, or my name isn't Fellow Honest.”

“I guess with a name like that you really can't lie.” Maisie sat down again on one of the benches at the bar, retrieving her hand from his grasp, and Fellow immediately missed her touch. “So. You came here just to play hero and compliment my singing?”

“Actually, I was coming here to offer you a drink.” He confessed, walking towards where he left said drinks, offering one to the woman sitting in front or him. “That is, if you would let me.” Maisie stayed quiet for a moment, as if thinking it over.

“I… don't really accept drinks nor food from strangers.” Is what she said, but he could see there was more in her eyes, a certain yearning he couldn't quite comprehend. He’d be a fool to simply give up when he saw that.

Fellow left the two drinks at the bar and called the bartender, looking at Maisie once they came closer. “If not, then let me pay you one. Your choice.” Maisie smiled and leaned against the bar, looking over at the options of drinks and pointing to one specifically. Fellow immediately ordered it and started drinking the one he already had in hands, not before curiosity struck him. “May I be so bold and ask for a dance as well, miss Bows?” 

Maisie turned to Fellow, she tried to contain a laugh but failed, she bit her nails as she pondered over his question, then she looked at him.

“We’ll see how this conversation goes.”

“Fair enough.”

•••

Maisie stirred in bed, the sound of her alarm clock bothering her sensitive hearing. As she turned it off, she sat up on her bed, a hand on her face as she remembered her dream, or better yet, her memory.

Her hands went to her phone, quickly opening the gallery and finding the small folder of photos she was not able to delete. A finger went over a picture of her and Fellow on a date, her wearing his stupidly big jacked as his arm was around her shoulders.

Maisie's eyes stung.

"Liar."

[aquinnix]

Febuwhump Day 4 - Obedience

This one turned out way longer than I meant it to be so it is also on AO3 if you would prefer to read it there but I will also post the entire thing under the cut.

It had been one month and three days since Ren took power. Two and a half weeks since his skin had paled and his hair turned grey with corruption. One minute and twenty six seconds since Xisuma has decided to do something about it. It had been fun at first sure but… things were starting to get out of hand, people were getting hurt. This wasn't the Ren that X knew, and it was X’s responsibility to keep everyone safe. X took a deep breath as he stepped outside and paused, looking back at the sword he had left behind. No, this needed to be peaceful, just thinking that he might have to defend himself showed a lack of trust in Ren, and X still had faith that Ren wouldn’t do anything rash. He forced himself to take his eyes off the blade and make his way to the Crastle.

The towering building casted an ominous shadow down the mountain side. Each roof pointed like teeth towards the sky. The entrance, although grand and imposing, still managed to be claustrophobic. As X stepped inside, the sheer height of the room forced his eyes to the floor. X’s mind must have been playing tricks on him, it was this large so everyone could fit in here. It was a place of community. Still, he couldn't help but feel small, insignificant.

He shook off the nerves and made his way to the throne room, eyes wide the moment he stepped in. Ren sat on a throne at the end of the room, its large back forcing him to spread out over the seat in order to not be drowned out by the opulence. The tiny golden crown on his head catched the light coming in from the windows and threatened to blind any who dared to stare for too long. Bdubs stood off to the side of the throne, placed perfectly so he was hidden in the throne’s shadow. The hood of his mossy cloak was pulled to cover as much of his face as it could. Just being under Ren’s piercing gaze made X want to shrivel up into his suit. That was the good thing about his helmet, it hid every twitch of fear in his face.

“Ren, I’ve come to talk to you about…”

Ren sat up straight as a board and placed his hands on the armrests of the throne to push himself up even taller. “That is Ren The King to thee, peasant.” He practically spit the last word.

Bdubs moved just out of the shadow. “That’s right! Squab!” Ren glared at him and that was enough to make Bdubs slink back into the shadow.

X swallowed hard. “Yes, sorry, my King.” He gave a fake bow. “That’s actually why I've come. I know how much you love getting into character like this, and trust me I wouldn't be stepping in if it wasn't important. I think this whole ‘king’ thing is getting a bit out of hand.” X held his breath.

“Out of hand! How dareth thee speaketh to thy king like that! I should throw thee in the dungeons for those words alone!” He leaned over to Bdubs and lowered his voice. “Bdubs, do we has’t dungeons?”

Bdubs cleared his throat. “Uhh no, my liege.”

Ren pounded his fist on the armrest. “Well what art thee waiting for? Get some cells built immediately! I have a feeling we will be making good use of them.” He glanced back at X and Bdubs hurried out the side door.

X took a few steps forwards. “Ren, I’m not joking. This has gone too far, people are getting hurt, it isn't fun anymore. You need to snap out of it!” X kicked himself for letting his voice raise that much. He found his hands subconsciously moving to where his sword would have been had he brought it.

Ren stood, slowly walking towards X who forced himself to remain still. “Doth thee understand who is’t thou art talking to thou insolent tyke? I am thy king, and thee shall treateth me as such. Art thou so idiotic that thee art under the impression this is some sort of make believe fairy tale?” X could feel Ren’s breath as he spoke.

It was at that moment Bdubs shakily walked back into the room and put a hand up to cover his mouth as he whispered in Ren’s ear. With each word, Ren’s eyes grew wider and more enraged.

Bdubs quickly exited the room and Ren turned to face X once again. “It seems there are other more… pressing matters to attendeth too.” He paused. “But that does not mean thy disrespect shall go unpunished.” He grabbed X by the shoulders and shoved, the shock bringing him to his knees.

Ren took a step towards the door and shouted. “Scar!”

Scar soon ran through the doorway, dressed in a black spandex suit with orange and blue accents. A bow fitting the same colour scheme was held tight in his hand. “Never fear! Hot Guy is here!” He looked over to see Ren’s stern expression. “My umm king.” He gave an over exaggerated bow.

Ren rolled his eyes. “Scar, please escort our… guest to the vault.” He turned back to X. “I think some time shall sticketh some sense back into yond treasonous mind of yours.”

X turned and started to run, whatever hope he had at a peaceful conversation was gone. This was no longer Ren. He had only managed to take a few steps before an arrow whizzed just past his ear and stuck into the carpet on the floor.

“I woulds’t not do that if I were thee.” Ren’s voice echoed behind him.

X didn’t look back. “You know if you kill me I'll just respawn right?”

Ren only laughed. “True but, receiveth a hit in the right lodging and… you shall wish thee were.”

A deep panic took root in X’s chest and he struggled not to hyperventilate. Still, he didn’t move. Slowly, his hand made its way to his communicator, if he could send out a quick call for help… a hand landed harshly on his shoulder.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.” Scar’s strict voice sounded more like that of a Disney villain. He spoke again, quieter. “I’m sorry, but I don’t really have a choice.”

X didn’t have a chance to respond before he was forcibly spun around and made to walk out of the room. Ren’s manic laughter fading behind.

As soon as they were out of ear shot X planted his feet and looked Scar in the eye. “What are you doing? This whole king thing has obviously gone to Ren’s head. This isn’t make believe Hot Guy time, this is we need to get out of here and get help time!” X’s growing anger seeped into his voice, taking Scar aback. “Sorry I didn’t mean to snap it’s just…”

Scar cut him off. “You need to keep walking.” The poison in his words made X’s legs feel like jelly. Since when did Scar talk like that? Where was the playful man that had walked into the throne room only moments earlier?

“Scar, you don’t have to…”

“Walk.” The grim look in Scar’s eyes zipped X’s mouth shut. On they walked, down into the belly of the castle. There was a small dent in X’s suit now from how many times Scar had hit him with the bow to urge him onwards. The bright sunlight streaming through the windows was soon gone, replaced by shadows lurking in every corner and crevice. Soon, they stood at the edge of a balcony, overlooking what X knew all too well to be the royal vault.

“I need you to hand over your bag.” Scar’s voice called out from over X’s shoulder. X turned to find Scar’s hand held out expectantly.

A lump formed in X’s throat. “Scar, you're not really going to go through with this are you?”

Scar only gestured for X to hand that bag over, eyes filled with a new found guilt. The two stood there for a moment, silent. X sighed and gave Scar the bag, not having any other choice.

“Turn around.” The simple instruction made X’s heart beat even faster. Still, he did as he was told.

He heard the sound of a bow string drawing taught behind him. “I’m sorry.” Heartbreaking humanity filled Scar’s words. The first sign that the real Scar was still there, somewhere.

Pain.

A sharp pain dug into X’s shoulder blade, the force from the impact knocking him over the ledge. Down he fell, the spot the arrow had hit filled with warmth. The glass floor got closer and closer. X sucked in a breath, preparing for the impact and then… nothing. He kept falling. The glass wasn’t there. Even further down he splashed into the water below, the impact stealing the air from his lungs, his helmet trying to force air back in only making him cough more and more violently. After getting his breathing under control, he looked over to see the tip of an arrow sticking through the meat on his shoulder. The sharp pain became more unbearable as the adrenaline from the fall wore off. He felt around until his hand met the end of the arrow, if he took it out, it would only bleed more. X stood on shaky legs, the reality of the situation starting to sink in.

Ren had ordered for him to be thrown down here, not only that but Scar of all people had gone through with it. What was happening? X was supposed to protect everyone, it was his job to keep things like this from happening. He had failed, and everyone was going to suffer for it. X could only blame himself. He shook the thoughts away, he needed to focus on getting out of here, and getting help.

He could barely see a thing in the inky darkness, still, as he looked down at his comm, it was obvious there was no use in calling for help. The fall must have broken the well… everything. X was surprised it was still attached to his wrist. He looked up, small tenderals of light filtering in from above, he was too far down for anyone to hear him scream. X wondered if that was the point, so Ren wouldn’t be annoyed by his shouts. Maybe Ren would want to hear him, some sadistic part of him taking pleasure in X’s pain. No, X couldn’t think of his friend that way. Were they still friends? Friends didn’t do what Ren was doing. X blinked hard, he needed to get out of his own head.

X felt his way around the dark room until he met something solid, a wall. He placed a foot against it and pushed himself up, only to slide right back down again. Still, he tried, over and over again. Nothing. It was no use.

That was when he heard it. A low yet piercing call, a deathly shriek from the dark. X’s heart threatened to escape his chest, hands once again moving towards where his sword would have been. He was kicking himself now for not bringing it, he was supposed to be prepared for things like this. Well, as prepared as one could be for being thrown into the abyss.

A soft teal glow appeared in the distance. Then it got closer. Closer. Soon panicked footsteps echoed through the space, both X’s and those of his pursuer. Enraged groans called out behind X. That’s when he realized what was chasing him, and how big of a mistake he had made by running. The warden was getting closer, so was the wall ahead of them. X patted himself down for anything he could use to distract the… bingo. X ripped his comm off and threw it as hard as he could in the opposite direction and came to a quick and silent stop. The creature jerked towards the noise the comm had made and started racing towards it. X was safe, for now.

As the panic started to make its way out of his system, X’s mind cleared. Why was he fighting it? The warden was his ticket out of here. All he needed to do was let it shatter his bones with its call. It would hurt like nether but he would be free. The pain in his shoulder was making itself known. If he ripped it out, let himself bleed to death, would that be better? It would be slower, but it wouldn’t hurt as much, he didn’t think. X hadn’t actually bled out before, something he had been happy not to check off the list, until now. What if the warden didn’t kill him right away? What if he was left a shattered blob drowning in his own blood? That would certainly be worse than a little hole in his shoulder. He had to make a decision quickly, otherwise it would be made for him.

X let himself slide to a seated position against the wall, hand wrapped tight around the back of the arrow. He took a sharp breath, and pulled, hard, clenching his jaw so as to not scream and re-anger the warden. Warmth started to flow over him as the wound opened, fighting off the bitter cold of the dark. X had vastly miscalculated how long it would take for him to bleed, each excruciating minute feeling like hours. He looked down at the arrow laying by his side, tentatively wrapping his fingers around it. X placed the tip against the soft fabric that covered his neck. Another broken breath and he pressed, then a little harder, harder. The fabric and skin gave way and the arrow head sunk into his flesh. X pulled it out, vision hazy from blood loss. Still not quick enough. He stabbed again, this time hitting an artery. The world swam, X barely even felt the pain anymore, every part of him growing numb.

Then everything stopped.

[crescent-maple]

#cynonari college au

✧  it is close to 4am & this scenario has been stuck in my head & i had to write it lest i forget

- already posted this in my twt

Not proof read.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ 

The tone of his voice would sound so different when he explained all the notes in a more simple and direct way, not to mention the particular hand gestures the male would make.

Cyno seldom gave anyone attention but when it comes to the individual sitting next to him he would be attentive and observant. A few strands of hair fell on the side of his face and it distracted Cyno for a couple of minutes. He had to do something.

Cyno already knew what he was talking about yet would ask him a favor after class to teach him during break or lunch time. Tighnari never said no to his request and would always make time for their lessons. He thought Tighnari was just being nice but whenever he asked that particular favor the other's cheeks would turn pink and his tail would swish expectantly.

The real reason why he would ask for such lessons is due to the fact he has feelings for Tighnari. He was selfish for wanting to spend time with the fox. He was in the midst of explaining a formula when the light haired male reached out a hand to tuck the lose strands behind his ear.

The beating of his heart changed gradually, both ears twitched in surprise and he became very still. Cyno noticed this of course and was prepared to apologize for the sudden rudeness but decided not to when he saw the pink color tinging on Tighnari's cheeks. Instead he takes the opportunity to let a smile dawn on his features.

[Do take note Cyno's smile isn't something anyone could and would see.]

"You understood every lesson the professors taught us.", Tighnari said out of the blue to which made Cyno freeze in place, the smile vanishing slowly.

"I knew but ...", He continued yet the words were now stuck in his throat. Cyno pulls his hand away from the male and sighed.

"You knew but didn't have the heart to turn me away because I intimidated you?"

"It's ... It's not that.", Tighnari replied, ears drooping.

The other male had a hunch in mind but was too afraid to say it. He feels he would embarrass himself if he were to be vocal about what he thinks Tighnari's answer would be.

"I ... like you."

Cyno blinks in surprise and stared into the male's mesmerizing pair of orbs. Was that true? Did he hear him correctly? Tighnari likes him? He quickly takes their hands and sat closer.

"Nari ... I've always wanted to ask you this ... What did one boat man say to the other?"

Tighnari gives him a confused look but asked why then Cyno replied,

"Are you up for a little row-mance?"

Tighnari's tail swished back and forth as his ears twitched once more. He shakes his head then pulled the corny young man in for a kiss before he starts explaining the joke.

"Please don't utter a single joke for as long as we are together?"

"Can't promise you that, Nari.", Cyno replied softly, lips brushing with each word he uttered, "You like my jokes yet deny it."

Tighnari rolls his eyes and tells him to shut up while smiling.

[herinsectreflection]

Would you ever consider airing some of your spike thoughts with a warning for those who may not wish to hear them? I feel like you express yourself so well and would love to hear how you parse this very complicated character but obviously understand your reservations x

Yeah, it's not like they're unspeakable or anything. I just don't bring them up unprompted like I do most other thoughts that spring to my mind.

I'll put under a Read More because I'm going to tag this for my own system and if you're the type of person who tracks the Spike tag then you might not enjoy my thoughts (even though I adore Spike). Also if we're mutuals and you're a Spike fan please forgive me I do not mean it personally.

Honestly, the "problems" I have with Spike boil mostly more down to fandom perception than the character in canon (although I also find him to be a big problem in S7 (but not as much as is sometimes made out)). There is a tendency to soften him to the point of painting over his worst qualities, and to present him as this secretly-good uwu softboy who loves very purely and who always has Correct Opinions. Basically, I love Spike as a character but I think he is a much worse person than is often made out by other people who love Spike (this could also apply to nearly every character. this fandom in general could do with relaxing and just enjoying characters being awful sometimes).

I've also found myself growing irritated at the "lesbian Spike/lesbian Spuffy" reading that has grown itself a niche of popularity. I understand this isn't an issue at all outside of a very specific section of Buffy Tumblr, and even there is I think mostly a meme/joke. But it ties into some other things that bug me about the fandom perception of Spike, and as a lesbian it has started to actively grate on me. It's starting to feel very "female-coded Kylo Ren".

Spike is a man and Spuffy is an opposite-gender relationship. It seems trite to say but I saw a tag the other day that referred to faith and spike as "two lesbians in love with buffy" and it made my eye twitch. Because look, Faith is not canonically a lesbian. I can't honestly call her "representation". But there is a plethora of evidence within canon to read her as one. I read her as one. Faith can be a lesbian within canon, because she is a woman whose feelings for another woman can be read as romantic. Spike cannot, because Spike is a man. He cannot be a read as a woman - there is no evidence for him being anything other than a cisgender man (and no, painting his nails does not count). He expresses a lot of toxic masculinity, including sexual violence and blaming women for his own emotions. This behaviour is gendered, and it is a misreading of the text to ignore that aspect of him, and of Spuffy. A little coding and queer resonance in the Spike/Buffy arc does not make it a queer relationship.

Again, this is really just me being grouchy of a minute sector of fandom that is mostly just having fun. And I feel bad, because I have mutuals that I like and respect who I know enjoy this reading, and I do not want to make them feel sad or disrespected. And I know a lot of this is just having fun and not meant in total seriousness, which I respect (honestly, a lot of my posts are not meant in seriousness either, and I could see someone who isn't fond of Fuffy for example get annoyed when I put on my Fuffy goggles and do some silly gay liveblogging).

So when I get annoyed by a common Spike take and need to grumble in a way that I know won't go down well on Spike/Spuffy Tumblr I just vent it into the drafts and watch it bob there like a horrible grouchy turd. Not because I fear retribution - there is nothing especially scary about Spike/Spuffy fans - but because I'd feel bad. As I said, I am a fan of Spike's character and have written a lot of meta about him, and as a general rule my feelings on the show tend to overlap a lot with a lot of Spuffy fans, so I am following/mutuals with a fair few of them. I'd feel I was spiting them.

(Also, when I've made tongue-in-cheek dunks on other characters or ships I occasionally get reblogged by people who actively hate those characters/ships and get involved in the shit-flinging, and that's really not my bag. I make shitposts but I want to analyse Buffy as a literary text first and foremost, that's why I keep my Good Writing pinned).

But hey, in the interest of airing turd-covered laundry - here are some of the cheap shots that I have kept from public consumption because I just can't be bothered to deal with the fall out (and I only partially agree with them myself). Enjoy. Or don't enjoy. It's not meant personally.

(The especially bitter one I thought but didn't make where I do the D.E.N.N.I.S system but with Spuffy because the post doing it with Bangel that went around a few weeks ago very much irritated me and is the exact kind of ship-based squabbling and hypocrisy I can't stand).

[sillyrabbit81]

Her Heavy Cross

Summary: Three years after tragedy hits, Lana she decides to start dating again. She meets Will through a dating app and they begin an online romance. After months of constant requests, Lana relents and agrees to meet and go on an irl date with Will. But is Will who he says he is? Lana is quickly pulled into an intense relationship forcing her to confront her tragic past. Will Lana face it or will she close her heart forever?

Pairing: OMC x OFC

Word Count: approx 2.5k

Warnings: Smut, swearing

Authors Note: The story started as a Henry Cavill fanfiction but I changed it to be an original character, but shades of Henry are still there. Hope you enjoy the story and thanks for reading.

Part 6 Part 8

Part 7

Liam's phone rang. He ignored it and let it go to voicemail. When it rang again, he made a noise of disgust and took his phone out of his pocket to look at it. "It's my publicist. I had better take this."

Liam answered the phone and went outside to talk. I turned the oven on and started to unpack the groceries. Then I got the roast, put it in a baking tray, poured olive oil over the top and seasoned it with salt and some pepper. I got out some onions and garlic and started to cut them up to place around the roast to give it some added flavour.

"That looks great," Liam said when he came back in.

"Thanks," I said, and I gave him a grin. I took the tray and put it in the oven. I got my phone and put an alarm on, giving myself time to cook the veggies before they finished. A thought came to me, and before I could bite my tongue, I said, "They do say the way to a man's heart is through his stomach."

"Really?" Liam licked his lips, looked down at his pants and said, "I'd say they were aiming too high."

It took me a minute to work out what the joke was. When I finally did, I couldn't help but laugh and hide my face in my hands.

"You've gone so red!" Liam appeared to be having fun with my inability to control my blushes.

"Oh, my God!" I said, still hiding my face and laughing. "Alright, that was funny."

It took me a while to stop laughing. When I did, Liam said sombrely, "Sweetheart, I have to tell you something."

"Uh, oh, it doesn't sound good."

"It's not bad. I don't know how you will feel about it." Liam then told me that his publicist had called to let him know there were pictures put on Instagram and Twitter of the two of us kissing at the pub last night. "Your name hasn't been mentioned, and the photos look to be shot from pretty far away on a mobile, so someone in the pub took the pictures. Sarah says they probably aren't going to tell who you are by the pictures unless someone who knows you well comes forward."

I think if my eyes bulged out of my head any further, they would have fallen out and rolled on the floor. "That quick?" It was all I could think to say.

"Yeah. It's hard to know what will come out and when. A lot of times I go out, and no one notices me, but other times I have paps or members of the public following me for hours."

"Who's Sarah?"

"My publicist." Liam reached across the bench and took my hand in his. "Are you ok?"

"You say they don't know who I am?" Liam nodded, and I breathed a sigh of relief. I wasn't happy but what was I going to do about it? I picked at my nails. I needed to paint them; the pale pink polish was starting to chip.

"You ok?" Liam asked again

I shrugged. "Your life is weird."

Liam chucked. "You keep telling me that."

"So, what happens now?"

"Well, usually Sarah would say to private all social media, but she had a look and said she could only find a Facebook profile for you which was already private. Do you have any others? Instagram? Twitter? Snapchat?"

"No. I have a YouTube account that I use to watch videos, but that isn't linked to my real name or email. Also, a Tumblr account, again not associated with my name. And no pictures of me."

"Tumblr?" He raised an eyebrow. His fucking lip twitched.

"I was a confused 22-year-old ok?" I said a bit defensively. "I haven't used it in years," I remembered then the dating site we met on. I quickly logged on and selected the options to hide the account.

"Ok, well, there's not much else right now. A few rags called Sarah for comment. She said the standard no comment and asked for my privacy to be respected. The rest is up to you."

"Up to me?" I asked, confused. "What's up to me?"

"When you want to confirm the relationship and release your name."

"Liam, I met you less than 24 hours ago and have known you only a few months. I'm not ready for that. I like you a lot, but maybe you pick your nose and eat it, and I'll have to dump your arse tomorrow and then it's been a big song and dance over nothing." I joked. The mood had gotten too heavy for me. I wanted to talk about something else.

"Sweetheart, I'd never do that." He smiled sweetly, "I'd make you eat it."

"Ewww!" I screamed.

"Get over here." He chased me around the bench, and after a few evasions and some more squeals, he caught me. Perrin came in through the doggy door and barked at Liam a few times. Our behaviour obviously scandalised him. "Perrin," I called. "Come here, boy."

"You think your dog can save you?"

"Of course, he's very protective of my honour."

"We will see about that." Liam bent over, and I thought he was going to tackle me. Instead of flying backwards, I was hoisted forward and found myself over his shoulder. I screamed as I heard a loud crack, my hands flying to my bum.

"Did you just smack my arse?" I must admit I was finding all the manhandling arousing. I wasn't going to let him know that, though.

"Yes, I did. Want another?" Liam was heading down the hallway, taking me to the bedroom.

I giggled. "No!"

"The lady doth protest too much, methinks," Liam quoted. Shakespeare sounded good with his accent. I giggled some more, and I got another one. Yes, very arousing.

Liam hummed. "I quite like the view here." He rubbed my bottom and took me into my bedroom.

I was very close to his round bum. "This view is not so bad either," I said and smacked his arse. Unfortunately, it probably hurt me more than it hurt him. His butt was tight!

Liam dropped me onto the bed at that point, and the look on his face was hysterical. I couldn't stop laughing, and tears were rolling down my face. Then I did the most embarrassing thing: I snorted.

That was it. Both of us couldn't stop. Every time I calmed enough to think I could speak, one look at Liam's face, and I'd be off again.

Eventually, we stopped, and I was able to say, "Oh my God, your face! That was so bloody funny." I wiped my eyes.

"I think that may have been the first time someone's done that to me."

"Really? Didn't you go to an all-boys school?"

"Yes, but it wasn't the US." Liam tried suppressing a grin as he said, "we got ball taps."

I tried not to laugh. I really did. "Oh, my God!" I was off again.

We watched the original Mad Max before I had to go and finish dinner. I was horrified when Liam said he hadn't seen it before. I immediately made him watch it. He said it was ok, the concept was great, but he didn't love it. I told him he needed a brain scan.

When I went to make dinner, Liam offered to help, but I told him not to be silly.

Liam sat at the kitchen bench chatting to me while I chopped and blanched the vegetables. After a while, he said he had to call Sarah and his assistant Ryan to make sure he had organised the dog walker to take Cole for a walk and play.

"Any update from Sarah?" I asked Liam when he returned. I feigned disinterest while I finished slicing the roast.

"All the same right now. Some sites have posted the pictures, saying I was spotted drinking with an "unknown female companion." The pictures have circulated a bit on Twitter, but it's mostly just by fans. They haven't hit the mainstream yet. It's all fairly standard, and it will go away by tomorrow by the looks of it."

"Good," I said. A look I couldn't interpret passed over Liam's face. He masked it pretty quickly. I opened my mouth to ask if he was ok but shut it again. I said, instead, "dinner's ready." I passed Liam his plate.

"Thank you," Liam said, leaning over to kiss me before eating. I watched as he cut up some beef and started chewing. "Pretty good. Almost as good as Mum's," he teased with a wink.

I elbowed him, and God bless him; he pretended it hurt.

We ate in silence for a while. I gave a few pieces to Perrin. He was so old, and I couldn't help but spoil him occasionally. He won't be around forever.

After dinner, Liam insisted on helping me clean up, and we stacked the dishwasher. Watching him bend over, his jeans straining as he put the plates in, stirred some feelings. Erotic feelings.

"Want to watch another movie?" He asked.

"Not really," I said. "I'm in the mood for some dessert."

"Ice-cream? I can't have any, but you can."

"Not ice-cream," I said, shaking my head. I looked at him with my very best bedroom eyes.

"What do you want then? Want me to go to the shops?" He said, not catching on. I put my arms around his waist. "If you let me borrow your car, I'll go. I can just go on my own."

"No, you wombat." I met his hips with mine, his eyes widened. "What I want is right here." I wriggled against him. Liam grinned widely, his cheeks creasing in such a sexy way.

"I thought you were shy."

"I am getting used to you," I said. "The real me is coming out." The truth of my words took me by surprise. I looked away, second-guessing myself. Why did I do that?

"I like her," Liam said hoarsely. If he hadn't spoken then, I think I would have stopped. But when his hands went into my hair, and he pulled, stretching my throat, I knew I wasn't going to stop. He kissed me there, and his teeth grazed my skin. My fingers reached under his shirt, and they gripped his back. My nails dug into his skin.

"Bedroom?" I whispered.

"Bedroom," he agreed and walked me backwards to my room.

"You promised me something earlier today," Liam said in between kisses. We were close to my bed.

"What's that?"

He stopped kissing me and cupped my face with his hands. "You said I could undress you."

Liam took hold of my t-shirt and waited. I nodded. He slowly lifted my shirt up and over my head before dropping it to the ground. He tilted his head as if contemplating and gently turned me around.

I felt Liam gather my hair and put it over my shoulder. He caressed my back with his fingertips, making me shiver with pleasure. I heard him give a satisfied hum before undoing my bra. He turned me around again and took hold of my bra straps, pulling them down my arms.

When I dropped my bra beside my shirt, Liam took a step back. He looked me up and down, his eyes hungry. I wanted to cover myself under his intense gaze, my earlier courage wavering under his scrutiny.

My arms started to move, and he gave me a stern look. "You're not thinking of hiding now, are you?"

I shook my head and forced my arms back by my sides. "Good, because I want to look. You're quite the sight." As if to emphasise his point, he adjusted himself through his pants. I felt a thrill of excitement flow through me and felt the familiar throbbing between my legs.

Liam got down on his knees and kissed my belly. His rough stubble tickled. "Your skin is so soft," he said in a low voice. He undid my jeans and kissed a trail down as he unzipped me. His breath was warm, and I felt it through the cotton of my briefs, his last kiss placed just above my slit.

It was almost agony. I moaned at his teasing breath and lips. Then Liam pulled down my underwear and kissed my mound. I felt his tongue part my lips, and when he found what he was looking for, he flattened his tongue and moaned into me.

I didn't know what to do. For a moment, I wanted to stop Liam, but it felt too good. I could feel my resolve waning. I didn't want to wait. Why should we wait? What was I waiting for? I had to stop thinking and go with it, enjoy him, enjoy the experience. I put my fingers in his hair as he licked and sucked at me. He seemed to remember what I liked, and soon I was close to my peak.

One of his fingers played at my entrance. I silently begged for Liam to put it in. My core was desperate to be filled. His finger slowly entered me, and I was lost. I needed him. At that moment, all I wanted was to feel more of him inside me, have him fill me.

I felt like this was the moment. If I don't ask Liam now, I probably never would. If I didn't want him now, why am I even allowing this to happen? I wanted him. He excited me like no one had done since Andy. He had knocked down the defences I'd built to keep myself alone. Keep me in my grief and guilt. I didn't want to be alone anymore. I wanted to feel desired again.

"Fuck me?" I asked. The words just tumbled out. I knew at that moment I would beg if I had to. "Please, Liam, I want you to fuck me."

I wasn't sure if Liam heard me. He increased his attention, and I felt the pressure building. His hand gripped my arse, his fingers digging into my cheeks as he pulled me closer to him. The short rough hair on his cheeks and chin tickled against my thighs. My legs buckled. I couldn't stand up anymore. He held me there while I panted and moaned, seeking release.

I felt my climax arrive like a bolt of lightning. It was sudden and intense. My body contracted as waves of pleasure exploded over me. Short, wordless shouts came from my mouth until it was over. I collapsed onto the bed.

I laid there a while, eyes closed, trying to catch my breath. Liam was shuffling around and heard his belt come undone. I felt the bed dip, and I opened my eyes to find Liam naked, climbing up the bed until his face was above mine.

Liam supported some of his weight with one hand and laid on me, our whole bodies skin to skin. He was warm to touch, and he almost felt hot to my now cooled skin.

"Ask me again," Liam said.

Part 8