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I NEVER WENT TO TUMBLR AO FASTTTT AFTR THAT NOTIFFFF yes i have notifs on for u i love ur writing!! PLS A THREESOME XIAO AND SCARA X READER college au after they’ve been fighting over us throughout the day like the classes n stuff ☝️and then after the day ends we gi back to our dorms and then yea 🔥🔥

Scaramouche x fem!reader x Xiao Threesome. Smut. College AU.

a/n: Aww, really?🥺🥺 thank you so much for your support and kind words😌 I hope you enjoy. I swear I am not playing favorites here, I am not lol. Here is the pitch ❤️ It's been awhile since I have written a threesome, so forgive me if it sounds rusty.

Tagging @xxventiswindblumexx cause they are the local Xiao simp and they are the one I am doting on😌 Kichi, darling, if you are here, don't read this unless you are comfortable<3

Your eyes were darting back and forth between the two boys in front of you. It was your final class of the day.

Scaramouche and Xiao were staring each other down, Scaramouche with his arms crossed.

"Move on to another table, you have sat next to y/n the last two classes. I won't let you sit next to them, this time. It's my turn, so be gone," Scaramouche said, smacking a hand on the table in the lecture hall to emphasize his point.

You sighed.

Scaramouche scoffed.

Xiao looked right back at Scaramouche, not willing to relent.

You stood up. "You know what, both of just sit down. I'll go, I don't need the credit anyways," Gathering your books, you slug the handle of your bag over your shoulder and headed for the door. "Can you tell the Professor that I left early, and that I will email my paper or be by to drop it off later?" You asked another classmate in passing, who nodded.

Seriously, those boys..what were going to do with them? It was starting to stress you out how hard they were fighting for your attention.

But, you didn't mind it either.

Scaramouche went after you first with Xiao right on his heels.

Scaramouche held the door of your dorm open when you tried to close in their faces. You sighed and Scaramouche just knew you were going to sass him. And he couldn't wait.

"Be careful, Scara, I have been known to close the fingers of bratty boys who can't be patient in things. I did that to my brother once when he thought I wasn't opening the window fast enough. He learned his lesson," You said, setting your eyes into a defiant stare.

"You wouldn't..would you?" Xiao peered around Scaramouche, curious.

"Try me. Use it as a lesson not to get in the way of a girl and her naps. You are playing with fire with this one," You countered. You put a hand on the doorknob to emphasize that you were capable of backing up your words.

Shh, you didn't mean it. Scaramouche just needed to be handled a certain way. You raised an eyebrow. "Well, no come back, Scara? And here I thought you could handle me."

Scaramouche's flashed with lust when he glared at you. "Such insolence. It almost sounds like you want to be put in your place.." He loved it when you got uppity.

"Then by all means, lay into me," You purred, looking at both boys.

"Close the door, Xiao. It won't do much to muffle you screaming and moaning while we fuck you senseless," Scaramouche growled, grabbing you by the elbow and flinging you onto your bed. "I'll even be kind and let Xiao fuck you first just to prove I can make you scream louder for me."

Hasty hands started to remove clothing, Scaramouche slightly tearing at yours while Xiao was a little more gentle despite the same strong lust that gripped Scaramouche.

Scaramouche's lips were against yours, biting your lips, his tongue demanding to curl around yours. Moaning, you gladly obliged him. Rolling off of you, Scaramouche tore his lips from yours, batting your legs open, his head dipping down to flick his tongue over one of your nipples before sucking harshly, making your back arch off the bed in pleasure as Xiao got on top of you.

You put a hand on the back of Scaramouche's head, tangling your fingers in his hair before tugging on it. He sighed, content, smirking that he had drawn the first moan from your throat. His hand moved to press circles on your clit, determined not to be out done by Xiao.

You trembled in pleasure, leaning up to rest your forehead against Xiao's. "Just take me, Xiao, please," You pleaded, kissing him open mouthed and passionate.

Xiao was glad you said that. It had been hard for him to contain his lust, he was just quieter and more dignified about it than Scaramouche. Biting down on your shoulder, he thrust his cock inside of you, groaning as he bottomed out immediately. "So needy..so wet," He babbled, grinding his teeth against the fold of skin in his mouth. Now it was his turn to smirk because he had put the first blossoming hickey on your skin.

Marking you first was something Xiao enjoyed beating Scaramouche to. You mewled, crying out as your walls started to clamp down around Xiao's cock.

Scaramouche's fingers left your clit, putting them immediately in your mouth for you to suck on. He moved them in and out of your mouth, making you drool before pressing down on your tongue, making you gag so he could add a third finger. Your tongue lapped at his fingers in appreciation.

Xiao's thrusts turned sloppy, his cock twitching before his cum spilled inside of you, making you writhe, moaning muffled around Scaramouche's fingers. You were twitching from overstimulation by the time your orgasm washed over you.

The second Xiao rolled off of you, stroking your cheek as he kissed you, Scaramouche pulled his fingers from your mouth with a wet pop. "Now scream nice and loud for me while I fuck you dumb, and call me Master."

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anonymousewrites · 6 months ago

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Logos and Pathos (AOS Edition) Chapter Two

AOS! Spock x Empath! Reader

Chapter Two: In the Academy

Summary: (Y/N) continues on in Starfleet and meets someone unusual, but not unlikeable, at the Academy.

(Y/N) focused intently on their notes in the lecture. Stubbornly, they ignored the feelings of confusion and general negativity that always accompanied higher-level lectures. Some students just never had a good time. But (Y/N) was determined to focus through the haze of emotions. They had been around empaths their entire life—a few non-psychics with less psychic presence wouldn’t be a problem.

“That’s all for today,” said the instructor, and everyone packed up and left.

(Y/N) threw their back over their shoulder and walked out of the room. In their head, they planned how they were going to fit the homework for this class into their study schedule for midterms coming up.

“Hey, (L/N), do you want to study later?” said their friend Uhura—a student a few years behind them but advanced enough in languages to be taking communications courses with them.

“Sure,” said (Y/N), smiling. “But is your roommate Gaila coming?”

“I don’t think so. She’s going out tonight on another date,” said Uhura.

“She isn’t bringing another guy back to your room, is she?” said (Y/N).

“I hope not. I’m going to have to talk to her about that if we keep rooming for the next few years,” sighed Uhura.

(Y/N) chuckled.

“I wish I was in your year, and then I could room with you,” said Uhura.

“I have my own room for accommodations against being constantly overwhelmed by others’ emotions,” said (Y/N). Their empathy wasn't a disability, but it was a cause for accommodations where they could be given, and Starfleet was committed to serving the different needs of its students. “So I don’t think that would happen.”

“Oh, right,” said Uhura, nodding. “How are the rest of your classes going?”

“I’m in my last year, so they’re just getting harder and harder,” said (Y/N), smiling.

“I still have like…two years until that level of difficult,” said Uhura. “For most of my courses, anyways.”

“Don’t you have three years of school left?” said (Y/N), raising an eyebrow.

“I’m going to finish early,” said Uhura confidently.

“That’s going to be a lot of hard work, but if anyone can do it, it’s you,” said (Y/N).

The pair walked into one of the dining halls and went to grab food.

Uhura grinned. “I’m glad someone takes me seriously. Sometimes some of the students are so condescending. Especially the ones in our communications class.”

“Right, they think because they’re older they’re smarter,” said (Y/N), laughing and rolling their eyes.

“Are they like that with you?” asked Uhura.

“A bit, yeah,” said (Y/N). “I don’t go around talking about test scores or grades with everyone, so they think that I’m not doing well.”

“I’ve heard them mention your psychic abilities. Does the empathy make it harder?” asked Uhura.

“No,” said (Y/N), smiling. “Some people don’t want to take me seriously because I’m an empath and focus on emotions.”

“Ugh, are they some of those ‘facts over feelings’ people who just ignore that the world needs both?” said Uhura, rolling her eyes.

“You’re perceptive as ever,” said (Y/N), laughing and sitting down with their friend.

However, Uhura’s words rang true. Due to their attractive features and impressive empathy, people perceived them as weaker than they really were. They were constantly underestimated, not taken seriously. They didn’t see (Y/N)’s ability to sense emotions as an advantage; they saw it as a weakness because, to them, emotions clouded judgement.

They couldn’t see the whole picture. (Y/N) could. In the real world, facts were helpful, but the emotions within people, people affected by facts, were just as significant. (Y/N) understood that, so no matter how many times people overlooked their dedication to Starfleet as a passing folly of someone in tune with emotions.

“Hey, (L/N), what are you up to today?”

(Y/N) sighed as the familiar emotions that made them disgusted flew over them and they turned to see the face of a familiar classmate.

“Flynn,” said (Y/N) civilly. “I’m studying.”

“Are you sure you’re not interested in going out? Tonight? With me?” said Flynn, grinning.

And there was the beauty issue. It wouldn’t be a problem if (Y/N) was just attractive and that was it. But no. People had to make it a problem by thinking that they were just a pretty face. That they were making their way through the academy by being attractive and giving a smile to everything. That they were someone everyone could flirt with successfully.

(Y/N) certainly couldn’t change anyone’s mind on the first two issues. But the third was not something they let slide. They were their own person and deserved to be respected as such.

“No, I’m not,” said (Y/N). “I’m studying tonight.”

“Oh, come on, it could be fun,” said Flynn. “I know how to have a good time.” He winked.

“They gave you their answer, Flynn,” shot back Uhura. “Go back to your friends and leave us alone.”

“I’m waiting for their answer,” snapped Flynn.

“Which I already gave you. Twice. I’m not interested in you,” said (Y/N), lacing their fingers. “So I’d appreciate being left alone.”

Flynn scowled and stomped away.

Uhura rolled her eyes. “What a jerk.”

(Y/N) waved a hand. “Nothing I haven’t dealt with before. His pride is wounded. He won’t try it again.”

“I’m sorry you have to deal with that,” said Uhura.

“It’s alright. We’ve all had bad experiences with people,” said (Y/N), smiling.

They just got more than others since they had a bit more of an attractive face than others. Luckily, (Y/N) could sense people’s emotions when they approached them and knew if any connection was going to be genuine or for the sake of their own fun. And (Y/N) knew one thing: they weren’t going to date anyone that didn’t really care about them as a person above anything else.

(Y/N) sighed as they checked the clock. “I should head back to my dorm,” they said. “I have a longer walk than you, and I have a lab in the morning.”

“Alright,” said Uhura. “I should sleep, too. I have an exam tomorrow.”

“Good luck,” said (Y/N), waving as they left.

They headed through the Science Quad of Starfleet Academy towards the upper-classroom dorms. The sun had set already, but lights illuminated the well-worn paths. (Y/N) hoisted their bag farther on their back as they passed the largest lab building.

“Hey.”

(Y/N) stopped as a voice called out to them from the lawn next to them. Flynn stepped out, flanked by his friends Stephenson and Boone. Feeling the tension of their emotions resting heavy in the air, (Y/N) narrowed their eyes.

“You still uninterested in going out?” said Flynn, crossing his arms.

“Yes,” replied (Y/N) instantly. “I’m heading back to my dorm.”

“Oh, then how about I come with you?” said Flynn, and his friends snickered.

“I’m not interested in you, Flynn, or what you have in mind,” said (Y/N). “Leave me alone.”

“Hey, don’t be so mean to Flynn. He’s a really great guy,” said Stephenson, stepping up.

(Y/N) gripped the strap of their bag tighter. “That doesn’t mean I have to be interested in them.”

“Oh, come on, a nice, handsome guy deserves such a pretty person,” said Boone. “Just give him a chance.”

(Y/N) glanced around. They were alone. “No. I’ve made myself clear. If you continue to harass me, I’ll report you.”

“Report me? Why? We’re just having a conversation,” said Flynn, stepping a pace closer.

(Y/N)’s eyes narrowed. “Don’t take another step towards me. I know what you feel. Just leave me alone.”

“Don’t be so rude,” said Boone.

“We’re being nice,” said Stephenson.

“Come on, just try having some fun,” said Flynn, reaching out.

The moment his hand touched (Y/N)’s arm, the emotions became unbearable, and (Y/N) reacted to protect themself. They swung their back, and it hit Flynn in the face. He fell back to the ground. Stephenson and Boone jumped in surprise and turned towards (Y/N).

“Don’t touch me,” said (Y/N), holding their bag tightly. “Don’t ever touch me.”

They were ready to swing again. Backing up, they kept an eye on Boone while Stephenson helped Flynn up. Only one option left. (Y/N) turned and ran. They ran until they were out of breath, legs burning from strain, and safely back in their dorm.

(Y/N) frowned and held their bag tightly. They had never had anyone trying to flirt with them go so far. (Y/N) had a feeling—that had nothing to do with their empathy—they had just brought trouble to their life.

But I did the only thing I could. It was the logical thing.

“Cadet (L/N)?”

(Y/N) looked up from their books to see an academy administrator standing next to them. They quickly stood at attention.

“Sir,” they said.

“Cadet (L/N), you are requested to come before the Starfleet Academy Committee of Student Behavior for a disciplinary hearing,” said the officer.

“May I ask for what, sir?” asked (Y/N).

“For violence against another cadet.”

Flynn.

“Cadet (L/N), you stand accused of an act of unprovoked violence against a fellow Cadet, Cadet Flynn,” said the leader of the disciplinary committee, Barnett.

(Y/N) stood before them, circled by men and women with severe expressions in grey uniforms. They straightened their shoulders, wearing their red uniform proudly.

“The accusation is substantiated by Cadet Boone and Cadet Stephenson,” said another council member.

(Y/N) didn’t glance to their left where Boone, Stephenson, and Flynn sat. Their smug satisfaction was smog in the air.

“What have you to say in defense?” said another counselor.

“I admit I was in an altercation with Cadet Flynn,” said (Y/N) firmly. “But Cadet Flynn initiated. I responded in self-defense.”

“That is not what Cadets Flynn, Stephenson, and Boone claim,” said the counselor. “They claim you lost control of your anger and frustration due to the pressure of testing.”

Using emotions against me because I’m an empath. (Y/N) refused to show their annoyance.

“What do you claim occurred?” said Barnett.

“Cadet Flynn accosted me with Cadets Stephenson and Boone. I attempted to leave the situation, but Cadet Flynn turned physical, so I defended myself from harm,” said (Y/N).

“Do you have anyone to substantiate your claims?”

(Y/N) paused. “No.” Flynn’s self-satisfaction grew.

“If I may.”

All eyes turned to one of the officers observing the hearing. The room was large, but since this wasn’t a large issue, only the committee, cadets involved, and any officer who wished to be up-to-date with the issues of the academy (some were very involved in improving the campus so kept informed on these types of problems and altercations).

The officer stood in a grey commander’s uniform. He had short, black hair and brown eyes. Severe eyebrows were offset by pointed years. He was a Vulcan.

“Commander Spock,” acknowledged Barnett. “State your business.”

“I am a witness to the altercation in this hearing,” said Spock.

(Y/N) furrowed their brow. But there had been no one around. Still, the fear that spiked through Flynn, Boone, and Stephenson satisfied (Y/N).

“I was in the laboratory preparing scenarios for a new Kobayashi Maru simulation,” said Spock. “I noticed a group of cadets outside of the window due to the strategic placement of Cadets Boone, Flynn, and Stephenson around Cadet (L/N). It was an attack formation like that of starships.”

“We were just talking to them and standing there,” burst out Flynn defensively.

His nerves betrayed the lie to (Y/N)’s empathy, but that didn’t matter.

“Sit down, Cadet Flynn. You will begin another chance to speak if you wish,” said the counselor severely, and Flynn wilted. “Continue, Commander Spock.”

“Cadet Flynn, Cadet Stephenson, and Cadet Boone moved closer to Cadet (L/N), who attempted to extricate themself from the situation,” said Spock. “Cadet Flynn then grabbed Cadet (L/N)’s arm. Cadet (L/N) swung their bag and hit Cadet Flynn in order to separate themself from any farther harm.” He held himself formally, and his gaze flicked out over the group. “They did not initiate the altercation and acted only to escape the dispute.”

“Cadet Flynn, you may speak again,” said Barnett.

“He’s lying. I don’t know why, but it’s not true. That Vulcan is just covering for the empath, another psychic, messing up and losing control,” said Flynn, panicked and emotional.

Not acting rationally. A mistake in this situation, thought (Y/N).

“I am a Vulcan, Cadet,” said Spock. “I do not lie.”

Flynn paled. Not only was that a true, known statement, but Flynn had just made a bigoted statement against a commanding officer, a distinguished graduate of Starfleet Academy.

“Thank you, Commander Spock,” said Barnett.

Spock nodded.

“Cadet Flynn, Cadet Boone, Cadet Stephenson, we will reconvene tomorrow for a disciplinary hearing on your actions,” said Barnett, looking at the three men. “Cadet (L/N), you will be called as a victim in the incident, but you may leave for now.”

“Thank you, sir,” said (Y/N).

“I’m glad those three got what they deserved,” said Uhura after (Y/N) explained everything that had happened. “Otherwise I would’ve been in an ‘unprovoked altercation with them.’ No one hurts my friend.”

(Y/N) laughed at Uhura’s fierce loyalty. She was truly a great friend. “Thanks, Uhura.”

“At least Commander Spock in defense of you,” said Uhura. “Cadets and officers respect him.”

(Y/N) nodded. “It was my word against three men, so his statement helped.” They paused as they saw the very man they were speaking about walking across the quad. “Oh, there he is.”

“I can tell you want to go and speak to him,” said Uhura.

“I didn’t get a chance to say thank you for his appearance during the hearing,” confirmed (Y/N).

“Go on. It’s almost class time for me, anyways,” said Uhura. “Bye!”

(Y/N) waved before walking across the quad. “Commander Spock?”

He paused and turned to face them. “Cadet (L/N),” he acknowledged.

“I wanted to thank you for speaking at my hearing,” said (Y/N).

“It was three men accosting a single individual. It was evident their words would be taken against yours, even if a lie. The logical choice was to step in,” said Spock.

(Y/N) nodded in understanding. “It was still helpful, so thank you.”

“Do you have a class?” said Spock.

“No,” said (Y/N), shaking their head. “Not for another hour.”

“Would you be opposed to answering a few questions in regard to your empathy as a Celian? I have not met another, and I appreciate an understanding of the more promising cadets graduating,” said Spock.

I’m a promising cadet? (Y/N) stood a little taller. They had been working very hard for years to prove their skill. To hear it recognized felt nice.

“I don’t mind answering any questions,” said (Y/N), smiling.

Spock nodded and began walking once more, likely towards his office or a lab. (Y/N) followed alongside him.

“What is your specialty?” said Spock.

“Negotiations and Communications,” said (Y/N).

“Your empathy assists you in gauging reactions,” said Spock, nodding.

(Y/N) nodded. “But I work around it when I can’t sense their emotions,” said (Y/N), smiling.

“There are limits in all psychic abilities,” said Spock. He glanced at them. “Are you able to sense my emotions?”

“No. Vulcans do not embrace or react with their emotions, and they have psychic blocks for just such things, so I cannot sense their emotions,” said (Y/N), smiling. They didn’t mind having a “weakness.” They didn’t need to sense everyone’s emotions all the time. They were good with people anyways. “Though I likely could if I touched someone blocking their emotions. The contact allows for a connection to form.”

Spock nodded. These were logical vulnerabilities and solutions. “And Celians embrace their emotions.”

“Well, we had to,” said (Y/N), laughing lightly. “Our planet found peace by embracing the idea of respecting others’ emotions and working together when someone is in pain. If we hadn’t, we would have destroyed ourselves.”

“A very different culture from Vulcan,” said Spock. Celia’s solution to strife was to embrace emotion; Vulcan’s solution was to reject emotion. “Fascinating.”

“It is interesting,” agreed (Y/N). “But they both found peace, so that’s what matters. I think the humans call it ‘two sides of the same coin.’ ” Their golden eyes gleamed in amusement. “Logos and pathos.”

Spock raised a brow in the slightest betrayal of mirth. “Quite.”

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brittanagirlcrush · 1 month ago

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The First Time Ever I Saw Her Face

The long awaited (okay, maybe not by anyone but me) NeverEnding Story is (partially) posted. First fifteen chapters are up on FF.net

Prologue

It was a beautiful fall day during the last week of September and Brittany S. Pierce was sitting under the big oak in the middle of the quad. It was her freshman year and she was snapping pictures to get a head start on her end-of-semester media project.

She heard a shout and swung her camera in the direction the shout had come from. Through her viewfinder, she saw a Latina snatch a frisbee out of the air and sling it back to the guys who had lost control of it. Brittany couldn't hear what the guys said but her breath caught in her throat as her camera captured the most beautiful smile she'd ever seen.

She wanted to catch up to the Latina; wanted to get to know her. But. She had a strict rule: when she was dating someone she didn't initiate or pursue anyone else. She sighed; she and Rachel had been dating for three weeks. Before she could talk herself into chasing the Latina, she was gone.

A week later, Brittany was cursing herself as she realized that she and Rachel weren't compatible and broke things off.

She spent the rest of her freshman year, unsuccessfully, trying to find the Latina

End Prologue

xoxoxoxoxo

Chapter 1

The second time she saw the girl, Brittany had stepped out of the first class of her sophomore year. She stopped cold. Not three feet in front her was the beautiful Latina. Brittany bounced on the balls of her feet and approached the pretty brunette.

"Hi! I'm Brittany. I was wondering if I could buy you a beverage of your choice. I mean, because not everyone likes coffee." She smiled brightly at the girl.

The brunette looked scared.

"Oh, I … I, um, I have to, um, get to class." she stammered out before scurrying off like a rabbit and getting swallowed by the crowd.

Brittany frowned in puzzlement. That wasn't exactly a 'no'.

Xoxoxoxoxoxo

The following day was a Tuesday and Brittany sat in the back of her Logic 101 class. She scanned the lecture hall to see if she knew anyone and was surprised to see the Latina sitting at the far side of the hall, by herself, looking like she was trying to hide behind her laptop. She was sitting alone and had placed her backpack on the seat next to her in an obvious attempt to discourage anyone from sitting next to her.

Brittany spent the entire lecture watching the girl. She kept her head down, hair curtaining her face. She appeared to be taking detailed notes – or – she was writing quite a bit anyway.

When the class was dismissed, the Latina was already packed up and scurrying out of the lecture hall.

Brittany tried to follow her but the girl was gone by the time Brittany exited the hall.

'Well, I know where to find her,' she thought as she headed to her Humanities I class.

She had just slipped into her seat when her housemates, Puck and Sam, flopped next to her.

"Hey, Britt! How was your logic class?"

"Eh, you know, prove the chair actually exists type thing. But, oh-my-god, that beautiful Latina was there."

Puck laughed. "The one you've been mooning over for, like, a year? Did you actually talk to her this time?"

"No. I saw her yesterday, though, and I asked her out and it was kind of weird. She looked scared that I'd asked her out and, guys, she actually scurried away from me. She didn't say 'no', though. Just stammered out that she had a class."

"That does sound a little weird. I mean, it's not like you're scary." Sam frowned at her.

"So, yeah ..." she trailed off, "holy shit … there she is!" Brittany nodded in the direction of the Latina who, again, was sitting at the far side of the lecture hall, alone, hiding behind her laptop.

"Damn, B, you weren't kidding. I thought you touched up those pics. I'd definitely tap that."

"Don't even think about it, Puck. I will seriously castrate you while you sleep."

"What if she's straight?"

"Then she's too good for you."

"Harsh," Sam laughed, "but probably accurate."

"With friends like you …" Puck grumbled with a smirk.

The professor called the class to order and, once again, Brittany found herself staring at her mystery girl.

Xoxoxoxoxoxo

Brittany snuck out of class a few minutes early to try and catch the girl when she left the lecture hall.

"Hi!" She slipped into step with the girl as she exited the lecture hall. "I'm Brittany. You wanna maybe have lunch with me?"

Again, the Latina looked scared. "Oh, um, I – I d-don't think … I, uh, don't think that's a good idea." She stammered, again, before scurrying off like a frightened rabbit leaving a very puzzled, very intrigued Brittany in her wake. 'And, again, not a no,' she thought.

Xoxoxoxoxoxo

Brittany looked for the Latina on Wednesday but didn't see her. She was a little frustrated that afternoon as she walked into the photo studio she worked at. She was also starting to wonder if she was becoming a creepy stalker. There was just something about this girl; this scurrying, stammering, beautiful mystery of a girl.

"Everything okay, Brittany?" Keith asked.

Her boss, Keith Derbins, was a sweet older guy; probably in his mid-to-late fifties. His sandy blond hair was streaked with silver and pulled back into a long braid that ended just above his tailbone. His eyes were a soft gray with laugh lines creasing the corners. He had hired Brittany last semester when she walked into his photo studio, showed him some of her work and asked if he needed any help. She was willing to work for free if he'd give her practical world experience. There'd been a brief negotiation and he was paying her a fair salary as well as teaching her things she wouldn't learn in her classes.

"Yeah, Keith. Just …" she hesitated, "there's this girl …"

Keith grinned. "Isn't there always?"

Brittany grinned back at him. "I caught her on film last year and spent two semesters looking for her. I just … I don't know … I mean … ugh, I swear English is my first language," she sighed.

Keith laughed. "You've got it bad, kid."

"That's just it! I don't even know her name," Brittany huffed. "I've seen her a couple of times and every time I try to talk to her she gets this scared look, stammers an excuse, and runs off."

Keith smiled slightly. "Sound like the girl may have been hurt in the past. You're a beautiful girl, Britt. You know this but you don't really act it. If this girl's been hurt, she may be wondering why a beautiful girl like you is talking to her.

Brittany nodded as she thought about what Keith had said.

"You may need to find a better way to approach her."

"Yeah. That makes sense. I'll have to make a plan instead of ambushing her in the hallway."

Keith nodded.

She put it to the back of her mind as she settled into work.

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bamber344 · 2 months ago

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A Day In The Life Of Vivienne Matthews

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Heyo! So, for those of you who didn't see my post about this, I know I said at the end of the last chapter that you would be getting more bird woman this chapter, but i had a bit of a block so i decided to work on something a bit different to give myself a break from the whump. Hence, this!

Last time we had Viv pov, I felt like I didn't get to do enough introspection to really explore her character, so i wanted to make up for that here.

sorry it took so long! there were a number of things keeping me from writing at my usual pace these past couple of weeks. Namely, screaming children. But also I went on a date one day so that was nice :)

Anyway! I won't keep you for any longer! Enjoy!

CWs: discussions of abuse, recreational drug use, slight allusions to ns/fw things (a friend with benefits, horny dreams)

A Day In The Life Of Vivienne Matthews

The irritating chirp of an alarm was the first thing Vivienne heard as she woke up that morning. It pierced her ears and ripped her out of the pleasant dream she’d been having, leaving her stuck in the waking world for the foreseeable future. Just because this was how she woke up every weekday didn’t make it any less annoying. She groaned, burying a face in her pillow as she reached out to turn it off. Time to start her day, whether she wanted to or not.

Viv forced herself to sit up, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes and trying to remember what she’d been dreaming about. Regardless of the contents, it had certainly been a good one, she could say that much. Good enough to leave a wet spot on her sleep shorts and a lingering tingle in her thighs, apparently.

She couldn’t help but laugh at herself. It had been a long time since she’d had a dream like that, so it was probably due. Maybe it was time to hit up Brea for another late-night meeting? Between school, work, and Union patrols, she hadn’t really had much time to think about that sort of thing, but clearly, her body was sending her a message that she was a little pent up.

She pushed the thought into the back of her mind as she got up to shower and go about her morning routine. None of her roommates were awake yet, so she was careful not to make too much noise as she gathered her clothes and teleported into the bathroom.

Viv dumped her fresh clothes on the floor and hopped into the shower, letting the cold spray wake her up properly before it heated into something pleasant. She went through the motions, scrubbing herself down before getting out and getting dressed for the day. A touch of makeup here, some cute earrings there, and she was ready to go. She smiled at her reflection, pulling a little pose to show herself off.

From there, she teleported into the kitchen and started on breakfast, putting together a quick meal of fried eggs on toast and scarfing it down as quickly as she could. She didn’t have a lot of time before her lecture started; intentionally setting her alarm as late as possible thanks to the convenience of her powers. No need to worry about travel time when you could get to your location instantaneously, after all.

Sam, her roommate, was just coming out of their room when Vivienne was grabbing her bag and making the final preparations to go.

“Morning,” they mumbled, shuffling into the kitchen to make an instant coffee.

“Hi,” she greeted, securing her bag over her shoulder. “If you’re planning on cooking anything for breakfast, there’s already a pan there you can use. Don’t need to make any unnecessary dishes.”

Sam waved her off. “Breakfast is for chumps. I don’t eat until noon at the earliest.”

Viv paused. “That’s… unhealthy. You should eat more.”

“Your mom’s unhealthy.”

Viv plastered a smile on her face. “Pleasant as always. I’ll see you later.”

“Later.”

With that, Viv focused her mind on an image of her usual seat in the lecture hall and, with a slight pop, she teleported. Several people around her recoiled in shock. She grinned, greeting them as they calmed back down.

“Vivienne, I thought I told you not to teleport into the lecture hall!” the lecturer yelled. “You could hurt somebody!”

Viv winced, ducking her head as her face heated up. “Sorry, I forgot.”

The lecturer sighed. “Just don’t let it happen again, please.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

—

Vivienne trudged through the lecture, trying to intake as much information as she could, taking notes where possible, and generally just doing her best not to doze off. Despite her attempts to always come across as bright and bubbly, the truth was that Vivienne was tired. All the time. Between studying for her nursing degree, doing whatever work she could as a superhero, looking after Madeline, cooking, cleaning, doing what little self-care she could fit in, and most recently, worrying about Jordyn, she had almost no time to herself to just relax. It was good that she actually enjoyed working as a hero and spending time with Madeline, but a girl still needed time to herself to just decompress. Everyone in the union relied on her for her powers, so she constantly had to be vigilant to any monster attacks or disasters so that she could help dispatch people to the scene, and frankly, it was fucking stressful. Part of her was regretting taking on such a demanding degree, but at the same time, it was what she wanted. She couldn’t spend her whole life living off of the Union, and helping people always made her happiest. It was hard work, but it was good work. It was worth it.

Probably.

Her day continued in the usual fashion; more lectures, more notes, more expensive iced coffee from the university cafeteria, followed by two hours of frantic studying to teach herself all of the things the lecturers missed. Thankfully, all of her lectures were in the first half of the day, so while her mornings were usually an impossible flurry of activity, it left most of her afternoons free so that she could focus on whatever she deemed most important at the time. Ideally, that would’ve been a nap, but there was something else that had been sitting in the back of her mind ever since that chance encounter a few nights ago, and she had to address it before anything else.

She sighed, rubbing her eyes. It was just her luck that she would stumble upon another lost bird to take in, but now that she knew, she couldn’t just ignore it. Those bruises and cuts weren’t just training injuries. Jordyn needed help. Vivienne needed a plan.

Her ears popped as she teleported, and she worked her jaw to alleviate the discomfort as she adjusted her eyes to the dim conference room of the Union HQ. It was the biggest room in the building, with a large table right in the centre and a massive screen covering the entirety of one wall, displaying analytics of the city. Without that citizen’s report detection system, Vivienne’s job would’ve been much harder.

She shivered, hugging her arms to herself. After coming straight out of the afternoon sun, the room was almost aggressively cold. In fact, it was weird just how cold it was. Or, at least, it would have been weird, had Maddie not been sitting at one end of the table with her legs kicked up, forming small icicles to throw at a dart board set up on the far wall. She wasn’t alone. The smell of marijuana lingered in the air, wafting from a joint hanging between Ashley’s fingers as he focused on something on the table. It was pretty rare to see both Union leaders working together these days, what with Maddie’s mental health issues. Though, to be fair, it didn’t seem like Maddie was doing much work. Still, her presence alone was progress that Vivienne couldn’t help but be proud of.

“Hey guys,” she greeted, approaching them. “I can’t remember the last time I saw you both here together.”

“Hi Viv,” Ashley greeted, scratching at his dark stubble and not looking away from the papers spread out in front of him. He was a fair bit older than her and Maddie, in his mid thirties. He was one of the few people in the Union who didn’t actually have a power; having inherited his leadership of the Union and everything that comes with it from his elderly mother once she became too old to manage things, unlike Maddie, who was voted into the position. A new leadership election would be held in about a year, once Maddie’s term was up, and the new co-leader would take her place beside Ashley. As much as she had on her plate, Vivienne certainly wouldn’t mind holding the position herself, if it came to that.

“Hey,” Maddie said, grabbing the joint from him and taking a puff. “I just figured I’d come here so that I was actually doing something instead of waiting for you at my apartment. I figured you’d show up eventually, so it seemed efficient. We’re sorting out budget issues at the moment. Or, at least, Ash is. This stuff goes over my head a little.”

Ashley smiled. “Hey, don’t sell yourself short. You’re way better at the people side of things than I am.” He looked up at Viv. “So, you two are hanging out tonight?”

“Yeah,” Vivienne replied. “Having dinner at Maddie’s.”

He raised his eyebrows and nodded, glancing over at Madeline with a suggestive sort of smile. “I see. Is this just a friend thing, or…?”

Maddie practically flinched, and the ice dart she was aiming went way off course, thudding into the wall. “C’mon man. It’s not like that.”

He put his hands up. “I know, I know. I just think you should consider it. Well, maybe not with Vivienne, obviously, but just in general. Putting yourself out there again could be good for you.”

Maddie pulled her feet off the table and got up, walking away with her shoulders raised. She stopped in front of the dart board and started pulling the icicles out. “Stop, Ashley. I’m not ready for that.”

Ashley sighed. “Sorry, Madds. Just trying to help.”

“Well, I didn’t ask you to.”

Ashley didn’t reply, and the room fell silent. Vivienne clenched her fists, feeling immensely uncomfortable in the suddenly frigid atmosphere of the space. She had to fix this somehow.

“Uh, I- I actually have something I wanted to speak with you about,” she said. “Both of you.”

Madeline turned around. There was still a tenseness to her shoulders, but her face had softened a bit. Viv must have sounded more upset than she realised.

“What’s wrong?” she asked.

Vivienne sighed, rubbing her eyes. “It’s that police hero. Seven.”

Maddie stood up straighter. “Has she done something to you?!”

Viv frantically shook her head. “No, no, nothing like that. Actually, we’ve been getting along pretty well, the few times we’ve met. It’s more… Well, I’m worried about her.”

Ashley frowned. “What is it?”

Viv bit her lip as the memories flashed through her head. “I… I don’t think she’s a hero by choice. I think de Vygon has forced her into it somehow. And… he’s not treating her well.”

“How do you know?” Maddie asked.

“You remember when someone tried to assassinate her a few weeks back? Well, Brea and I were there, helping provide first aid. We took Seven’s chest plate off, and her body was covered in bruises and cuts. At first, I just hoped it was from training or something, but I ran into her the other night, and she was practically beside herself, crying her eyes out. Someone had forced her to get drunk, apparently, and she admitted a whole lot of stuff to me. She said she has no memory of her past beyond about a year ago, and all she can ever remember was being groomed to be a hero by her dad, who I can only assume is de Vygon, though it remains to be seen if he’s actually her dad, because that man is white as hell, and Jordyn’s skin was pretty tan from what I saw. It’s just sketchy all around.” She was starting to ramble a little, but with all of the emotions that talking about this sent through her, that wasn’t surprising.

“Jordyn?” Ash asked.

“Oh, um, that’s her name. She told me when she was saying everything else. Anyway, she also mentioned that her dad would punish her if she didn’t get home in time, which, by the way, is a fucking facility underneath precinct 23. By the sounds of it, she doesn’t even like being a hero, especially not in the way de Vygon makes her, with all the faux-police work. It- it’s just… Ugh! I don’t know! I want to help her but I don’t know how. I figured if anyone could, it would be the Union. There’s gotta be something we can do to get her out, right?”

Ashley frowned. “If what you say is true, then we absolutely have an obligation to help her. The only problem is, there’s no proof. Coming out and announcing something; that de Vygon… what, kidnapped an amnesiac and trained her to be a hero against her will? That would be shot down as an unbelievable rumour in an instant. And from the sounds of it, if we tried to offer her an olive branch and allowed her to stay with us, de Vygon would accuse us of kidnapping, which is the last thing we need right now. I’ve actually done a bit of research on this ‘Project Genesis’ thing of his, and it’s being funded by some of the most rich and powerful people in the country. You remember Sebastian Beaumond, the senator who ran for office a few years ago? Yeah, he owns a controlling share in the project. Honestly, even if we did have proof, unless it was absolutely incontrovertible, they would cover it up without a second thought. This isn’t a beehive we want to poke without a good plan.”

Viv snapped her fingers. “Beaumond! That was his name! He was the one that forced Jordyn to drink the other night.”

Madeline sighed, running a hand through her hair. “I don’t think this is an issue of coming up with a plan. No matter how we do it, if we lay even a single hand on de Vygon’s little pet, he’s gonna come crashing down on us with the strength of the entire police force. The Union would be finished, and no matter how bad things are for Jordyn, we can’t afford that. There are too many people relying on us to survive. She’s on her own. Besides, I’ve been keeping an eye on her activities, and let me tell you, that woman can fight. She can get herself out if she has such a problem.”

Vivienne’s jaw dropped. “Maddie, what the fuck? You of all people should know that abuse doesn’t work like that!”

Maddie clenched her fists. The room grew several degrees colder. “I’m saying we don’t have a choice. She can get herself out, because that’s the only way she’s getting out. Abuse, domestic violence, people don’t fucking care about that shit! If we raise a stink and start throwing accusations, even with proof, absolutely nothing will come of it. You’d need a much bigger controversy to even make a dent in de Vygon’s friends’ armour. It… It sucks, okay? I get it. You see someone hurting, and you wanna do everything in your power to help, because you’re just good like that, but you need to understand that there is nothing in your power that you can do.

“Besides, like you said, abuse doesn’t work like that. If she’s really been groomed by that bastard for as long as she can remember, she’s not gonna want to turn away from him just because we tell her that the way he’s treating her is wrong. The only way that anything could possibly happen would be if Jordyn was allowed to join the Union. Maybe then we could slowly work de Vygon’s collar from her neck, but that’s never going to happen, because de Vygon hates us. He would never let her anywhere near us.”

“I’m… not so sure about that,” Ashley said, butting in. Vivienne was grateful. She wasn’t sure she’d be able to formulate a reply to Madeline’s argument without bursting into tears. This type of conflict just didn’t agree with her, emotionally speaking.

Maddie turned to him. “What do you mean?”

“Think about it. What could possibly be the goal here? He pours all this money into making what basically amounts to a super cop? That just seems like a waste of cash. No, there’s something he wants; something that only Jordyn can help him get. I can make a pretty good guess as to what that something is.” He pointedly glanced down at the floor before looking back up at them.

It took a second to click, but when it did, Vivienne’s stomach dropped. “You don’t think…?”

“I do. He’s been bitter about not being part of the main family ever since he learned about it. Doubly so now that we don’t share the de Vygon name anymore. That’s half the reason he hates the Union so much, like it’s our fault his grandfather was born later than my great-grandfather. I can only imagine how angry he was when my mom married my dad and took his last name. Now Min is the main family name, and de Vygon is the branch name. That’s gotta sting for a man as egotistical as him.”

“So you think Jordyn is just a ploy to get a soldier into the Union to usurp control of the Godling’s prison from you?” Madeline asked.

“Why else would a man who hates superheroes raise a superhero? He’s certainly biding his time, but I don’t doubt that the moment Jordyn expresses interest in the Union, he’ll let her come here and stake the place out.”

“So what do we do?” Vivienne asked. “I mean, we’ve still got to let her in, right? She needs help.”

“Of course. That way we kill two birds with one stone. We already know de Vygon’s plan – or at least, our best assumption of it – so we can take steps to ensure Jordyn doesn’t get too far with it, while also doing our best to help her recover and break free from him.”

Viv pursed her lips. “I suppose it’s our only real option. Still, it just… I wish we could do more.”

“I know. The situation is just awkward. Still, we’ve got a plan now. Vivienne, how close are you with her?”

“Uhh, not very? We’ve just run into each other a couple of times. She seems to like me well enough, if the hug she gave me when she was drunk was anything to go by.”

“I’ve met her once, but she seemed weirdly enamoured by me,” Maddie said. “Kept staring at me.”

“Well, the next time one of you run into her, make sure you let her know that the Union is an option.” Ashley replied. “The sooner the better.”

“Got it.”

“Also, don’t discuss any of this with anyone else. If Jordyn does join the Union, it needs to feel as natural for her as possible. That’s not gonna work if everyone’s watching her like a hawk.”

“That makes sense,” Vivienne said.

Ashley nodded. “Good. Now, I believe you two had plans? I wouldn’t want to keep you.”

“I can still work for a bit longer,” Madeline said.

Ash shook his head. “Nah, it’s alright. I’m pretty much finished anyway, and I need to go do more research into de Vygon’s whole deal. You two can head off.”

Maddie shrugged. “Okay, then.” She walked over to Viv, putting a hand on her shoulder. “Shall we?”

Vivienne’s relief that the previous tension between herself and Maddie had faded away was palpable. She smiled. “Let’s go.”

—

Cooking was always something that Vivienne looked forward to. The act of taking all of the separate ingredients, refining them, and then bringing them together into something that was more than the sum of its parts just relaxed her. For a small moment of time, all she needed to focus on were the even cuts of the knife through an onion, and ensuring that the cacciatore in the pan didn’t burn. There was no room to worry about nursing degrees, or her friend’s tenuous mental health, or the fact that an acquaintance was almost certainly being abused, or even her own never-ending fatigue. It was just her, the ingredients, and the sizzle of the pan.

That wasn’t all she liked about cooking, though. No, her favourite part was definitely what came after the cooking. Sharing a meal that she poured her heart and soul into with a dear friend; that was what made cooking truly great. The feeling of watching Madeline take her first bite of pasta and seeing her face melt with enjoyment was a sensation that would never get old.

“So? How is it?” Viv asked, perhaps stroking her ego a little bit, but who could say?

“Fuckin’ amazing, as usual,” Maddie said. “Seriously, we’ve gotta do this more often.”

Viv beamed. “What, just so you can enjoy my cooking more?”

“Exactly. Why else would I hang out with you?”

“Damn, all this time I thought it was for my charming wit and stunning good looks.”

Maddie let out one of her rare laughs. “Sure, that’s totally it.”

They fell into a comfortable silence as both of them enjoyed their meals. They were sitting out on Maddie’s apartment balcony, basking in the warmth of the setting sun and the cool breeze wafting through the streets. The city was calm; the sound of traffic floating up to them and providing a nice white noise that sat comfortingly in the background. Despite all that, though, Viv just couldn’t get her mind to rest. She couldn’t stop thinking about Jordyn. Apparently, Madeline was on a similar wavelength.

“So,” she said through a mouthful of penne and sauce. She paused and swallowed it down before continuing. “How do you think de Vygon found Jordyn, anyway?”

Viv frowned. “What do you mean?”

“Well, you said she says she doesn’t remember anything other than her training, right? So, what, de Vygon just kidnapped someone out of the amnesia ward of the hospital or something?”

Vivienne gave it some thought. “I don’t know. That seems really risky for how secretive he’s being about the whole thing, and besides, what are the odds he kidnapped someone with a power anyway?”

“Okay, what about… he trafficked her in from another country to hide from the missing person’s report, and used hypnosis or some shit to wipe her memory?”

“No, she doesn’t have an accent. Also, I feel like that wouldn’t really work with how publicised Jordyn is. The moment anyone hears about her power to control shadows, they would immediately know who she was if they knew her before she was kidnapped, even in another country. Only one person can have a power at one time, after all.”

Maddie threw her hands up. “Well fuck, I don’t know. Genetically engineered test-tube baby? Some sort of clone? Y’know, speaking of which, do you reckon if someone cloned me, the clone would have the same power as me? Cuz they would technically still be me, right? I’ve always wondered about that.”

Viv snorted at how quickly she drifted off-topic. “I mean, they’d probably still have a power, since you’ve got the mutation for it, but they probably wouldn’t have yours. It would be like having a twin, right? Just because you’re genetically the same, you’re still different people. Thanks to how powers work, no one else can have the same power as you, so I’d imagine your clone would manifest something different.”

“So what you’re saying is, we wouldn’t be able to find out who she was cloned from by looking at power records?”

“Why do you think she’s a clone?” Viv asked with an incredulous grin. “They’ve barely even done research on cloning sheep, haven’t they? We’re years out from any reliable human cloning program, let alone one that lets you make a fully grown adult.”

Maddie tapped her temple with a finger. “That’s what they want you to think.”

Vivienne squinted, finally noticing the redness in Maddie’s eyes. “Oh my god, how high are you?”

Maddie grinned. “Hey, someone had to finish that joint Ash and I were having while you were cooking. That was good weed! I didn’t want to just waste it.”

Vivienne laughed, shaking her head. “I should’ve known.”

“Honestly, I’m just surprised you didn’t smell it.”

“Well, have you got any more? I’m starting to feel left out.”

Her grin widened. “Now you’re speaking my language.”

—

Vivienne really should’ve gone home and studied that night. It would’ve been the best use of her time, and she hadn’t promised Maddie anything more than dinner. Instead, what she did was get very high and watched movies on Maddie’s couch late into the night. She’d been having too good of a time to just up and leave, and if she was being honest with herself, the little break from everything on her plate was nice. Needed, even. There was only so much bandwidth she could spare before she fizzled out, so it was important to find the time to blow off steam like this. Usually, she would find herself in Brianna’s bed for that purpose, but hanging out like this, just relaxing like two friends should, it hit the spot just the same. She and Maddie didn’t get to do that enough these days (again, usually Brianna was filling that role lately), and Viv wasn’t going to waste this no-doubt fleeting moment of high spirits for her.

As the night wound down, Maddie retreated off to bed, and Viv stayed on the couch, not wanting to go back to her apartment where her roommates would no doubt be loudly gaming until the early hours of the morning. She stared up at the dark ceiling, thinking about everything they’d discussed today. As was the usual lately, her mind drifted to Jordyn. She remembered that drunken hug they’d shared the other night; the feeling of the cold, uncomfortable metal of her armour pressed up against her body, juxtaposed with the warmth of her tears soaking into Viv’s shoulder. Despite all of the evidence to the contrary, Vivienne couldn’t help but hope that none of what they’d theorised about Jordyn was true. It hurt to think about the fact that she might be hurting at this very moment, and Vivienne couldn’t do a thing about it. The pain and fear in Jordyn’s voice that night still rang through Viv’s ears, and it was the perfect fuel for her mind to keep supplying her with horrible samples of what Jordyn’s screams might sound like as de Vygon punished her for some perceived mistake. She tried to shut it out, but as per usual, her brain just wouldn’t stop working.

Vivienne didn’t get much sleep that night. But hey, what was new there?

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so, originally this was just gonna be an interlude, but then plot started happening, so i guess this is an actual proper chapter now. Lucky you, viv fans!

i have been very very exhausted and lost a lot of sleep this past week, so if there are any mistakes I've missed, please let me know!

Next time, I super duper prommy that you'll get your bird lady wishes.

let me know what you thought with a comment or reblog! It's very appreciated :) Also let me know if you want to be added/removed from the taglist! Thanks for reading!

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howtodrawyourdragon · 7 months ago

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Tea Time

Summary: Set during RttE. After a surprise battle, Hiccup has been shot and brought before Viggo, who didn't have anything in particular planned for him so it seems.

Warnings: /

Rating: General

Words: 657

Fandom: How to Train Your Dragon

Characters: Hiccup, Viggo, Ryker

Pairing: /

Author's Notes:

"At the clanking and rattling of her chains, Viggo turned. He smiled at Heather as if he’d invited her to afternoon tea instead of… whatever this was." This fic was honestly inspired by this single paragraph of Evil's fic, The Death of Fire, which is waaaaaayyyyy whumpier than the one I ended up writing. :') Anyway, he's right, Viggo does make the most dastardly thing seem like he's just inviting someone over for tea. :')

Enjoy!

-XOXOX-

Hiccup is limping, trying to hop along on his aching stump as Ryker drags him forwards with a grip on his arm. The man is not slowing down for him, getting some type of enjoyment out of dragging him at a speed he can’t quite follow. He’s been injured in the battle. Blood pours from a cut on his forehead and his lip has been split in a fight.

“Ease up on the grip!” Hiccup tries to fight his grip, not wanting to stumble in front of him. His chained wrists aren’t much help either and neither is this narrow hall to Viggo’s quarters.

All Ryker does is smirk before he gives him an extra tug and he falls.

They arrive and Ryker swings open the door.

“Visitor for you,” he tells his younger brother and throws the Dragon Rider inside, causing him to hit the floor again.

“Ryker, please, show some consideration for our guest,” Viggo lectures his brother, yet doesn’t make a move to help Hiccup from the floor.

As Ryker leaves, the young Dragon Rider leader sits up on his knees and watches him go, glaring at the door after it closes. Next, he brings his attention to the main villain of this story. Viggo sits there at a table, sipping from something. Steam rises from it and there’s a sweet smell in the air.

Tea?

“Are you planning on staying on the floor all day or will you take a seat?” Viggo asks, barely turning to face him from his chair. His back is deliberately turned to him, because he knows there’s nothing Hiccup can do to him.

He can try to hurt him, he could probably even kill him, but then where would he go? He’s on a ship in the middle of nowhere, seperated from his dragon. The Dragon Rider duo he was with has managed to escape, but who knows how long it’ll take for them to return with backup.

So Hiccup chooses to stare at Viggo’s back, wondering what he’ll do.

“Don’t make me wait, Hiccup Haddock. Your tea is getting cold.”

With an eyebrow raised, Hiccup gets to his feet and walks over, appearing in his foe’s vision with a skeptical look.

“Did you just tell me my tea is getting cold or have I hit my head harder than I thought?” He asks, to which Viggo chuckles.

“Well, not hard enough to knock that sass out of you,” he states. “Now sit.”

Reluctantly, Hiccup does as he’s told, sitting on the chair opposite to him. Not because he was asked nicely, but because his stump demanded it of him. He would rather take the offer than collapse and show weakness.

“I took the liberty of pouring one out for you. When I heard quite the ruckus on my ship, I knew it would only be a matter of time before you joined me,” Viggo tells him as he pushes his tea closer.

Hiccup takes it, stares at the liquid. It smells sweet and inviting, he could probably use it. It would beat the metallic tang of blood from his split lip.

“No thanks, I just had some tea on the way over,” he states and places it back down again.

Viggo chuckles once more.

“I assume you think I poisoned it. I don’t blame you, dear boy, but the truth is; I simply had no time to prepare any sort of play. For once, you surprised me! Though I believe you coming to my ship with only one other dragon besides your own means you were just as shocked by our encounter as I was.”

Hiccup neither confirms nor denies it, which in the Hunter’s opinion says enough.

“So please, do enjoy a spot of tea and let’s talk,” Viggo tells him and pushes it closer.

Hiccup takes it again and stares at it for a moment. He’s still unsure whether he should trust it or not.

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flowerandblood · 2 years ago

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My Best Friend (23)

[modern! club owner • Aemond x fem!reader]

[warnings: kissing, fluff, none?]

[description: Aemond has his own club and often does business at the home of one of his business associates. There he often meets his younger sister, with whom he develops a deeper relationship through shared secrets. This is slow burn love story.]

* English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy! *

Previous and next chapters: Masterlist

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Aemond and Y/N ate sandwiches in silence, watching the history program that was on TV. It concerned new discoveries in ancient Egypt, specialists commented on burial chambers in pyramids previously unknown. It turned out that both he and she were interested in such things.

Aemond admitted to her that most of the books he had in his apartment were about historical and philosophical topics from different periods. As it turned out, reading these types of books was his hobby, often consuming them on lonely evenings.

Aemond was pleased to see that Y/N was as engrossed in the subject as he was. She listened to the lectures of the Cairo professors with such interest as she devoured her sandwich that he felt as if she had forgotten him. He smiled to himself at that thought.

He liked her for not cornering him. When he needed it, she showed him her unlimited interest, tenderness and attention. But when they just sat together, she was able to find other things to do, allowing him some time to himself as well.

They spent the morning pleasantly and peacefully. They didn't rush anything. The thought of spending a few days together made them both feel calmer - they felt that they would have enough time to themselves. Y/N was secretly surprised at how suddenly he opened up to her.

Even though she knew how he had distanced himself from women so far, she was happy that he really got involved in their relationship. It's as if he's come to terms with the fact that he can be with someone and not feel like a prisoner at the same time.

As promised, Aemond drove her to class. They talked about antiquity on the way. Y/N told him about the uniqueness of Greek sculptures, their perfection, and how, over the centuries, artists returned to their achievements and drew from them during the Renaissance and Enlightenment. Although he knew this theoretically, he was pleased to find that her knowledge impressed him and extended his own in some areas.

Y/N looked at him as she unbuckled her seatbelts.

"Do you want to come in with me?" She asked suddenly. He looked at her in surprise, wondering if he had misheard.

"Where?" He asked, not really understanding what she was proposing.

“Now I have practical classes in the workshop. I'm going to print my linocuts. The workshop is open practically all day, even though we have assigned hours, everyone comes there as they want. Often students bring friends from other faculties who just sit with us and watch us work. It doesn't look like a normal lecture hall." She said calmly, smiling smugly at her own idea. She wanted him to see her at work.

Aemond blinked at her proposal. He was silent for a moment, thinking deeply. It was still early, he wasn't due to arrive at the club for several hours, and there was no one there anyway. He was supposed to pick her up too, so he'd have to come back here anyway. Her proposal was very tempting for him, on the other hand, he was afraid of other people's reaction to him.

"I don't want other students to gossip about you." He said uncertainly. He knew what he looked like, he always drew attention to himself - although he hated it. Y/N blinked and laughed.

“What is there to gossip about if everything is clear?” She asked, shrugging. “Believe me, in these classes you will see people who look much more interesting than you. From rainbow hair to tattooed faces to exquisite outfits. To be honest, I and some of the other students look like sad hens among beautiful roosters.” She laughed happily.

Aemond felt defeated. Her words somehow convinced him.

"Fine."

***

The workshop that Y/N was talking about consisted of several rooms, from one to the other. The first, the most crowded, consisted of many tables around which students walked and sat. The walls were lined with large, pull-out cabinets for large-format sheets of paper. Students sat at tables, poking their chisels in their wooden and linocut stencils.

He was pleased to say that after saying hello, practically no one paid attention to him anymore. He relaxed and let her show him around, intrigued. Y/N explained to Aemond that they were cutting out what was supposed to be white on the print, and what they left would be black.

Y/N opened a locker with her name on it. She took out a black apron that hung around her neck and tied at the back above her hips, so that it covered the entire front of her clothes. She tied her hair with a rubber band in a tight bun, so that her hair wouldn't get in the way. She took out her stencil from another cupboard. It was definitely smaller than the big ones other students were working on.

"I make miniatures." She explained, walking over to him and showing him what she was going to deflect. The stencil showed a scene called the "Dance Macabre", or in other words, dance of death. Devils, witches, kings, simpletons and skeletons danced together in a circle. "It's a mirror image. In the print, everything will look the other way around. I deal with projects referring to old woodcuts, I create a whole series of such works. Come."

She said, and Aemond dutifully followed her into the next room. There were several printing presses, smaller and larger, some of which were already being worked by other students. In the center was a large table where students were rolling paint onto their stencils. Most smiled at her and greeted her.

Aemond was surprised that it seemed like most people here liked, knew, and respected her. Y/N moved around the room with complete confidence, as if she were at home. Once in a while she exchanged a few words with someone else or helped someone who was clearly a year below.

It was nice to see her in her natural habitat. Aemond felt as if he had stepped into Leonardo da Vinci's painting workshop. Everything he saw fascinated him. Y/N usually showed him her poster designs and illustrations, but he didn't know that as part of her studies, she was working on more classic techniques that he had read about in his books.

After Y/N applied paint to her stencil and pressed it on the press, she brought it to him.

"Peel off the paper and see how it turned out. You have clean hands." She said encouragingly. He nodded his head and hesitantly, gently began to peel the sheet from the stencil. He turned it over and was surprised to see that, indeed, the image was a mirror image of the matrix. It really looked like old woodcuts. Aemond watched the work curiously, but Y/N sighed.

“I put too much paint on the stencil and it spilled too much. Nevermind.” She muttered, she wipe her hands on the apron, taking the stencil, and repeated the whole process. Aemond didn't quite understand what that meant, but as she made more prints, he saw that indeed, the next ones were clearer and more detailed.

"Do you want some coffee?" She asked him suddenly. "We have an express here. You can sit at the table, you don't have to stand." She said calmly, smiling. An hour ago he would have refused, but he was surprised to find that he liked it there. He watched with interest as the other students worked as well.

A few even approached them with their work, asking everyone in the room what they thought. He was surprised at how relaxed the atmosphere was, even though everyone was working all the time. So he sat on one of the stools, and after a while Y/N brought tea for herself and coffee for him.

From time to time professors appeared in the room. They proofread and voiced their thoughts on their work, had a little laugh, and then went back to their tiny rooms, where they sat in seclusion. It ended up with Y/N taking off her apron, washing her hands, and looking at him with a smile.

"Its enough for today. We can go now." He looked at her surprised. He didn't even feel how fast time flew by. He finished his coffee and they washed their cups. He helped her clean up her work station. Y/N said goodbye to everyone and they left the room.

"Did you like it? I'm sorry, you didn't have to stay until the end." She said in a slightly apologetic tone, looking at him uncertainly. He looked at her calmly.

"It was fun there. You do very interesting things." He admitted. Y/N smiled happily at his words, delighted that he got to know a significant part of her life.

***

Aemond and Y/N went to her house to get some of her things. Klaus wasn't happy to hear that he was staying with Aemond for a few days, but he waved them off, stating that he had plenty of work to do in the coming days anyway.

On the way back, Aemond said he needed to stop by the club for a while, sign some papers and run some errands with the manager. He suggested that she wait for him inside and have a drink, then they go out to eat together. She smiled gratefully at the offer.

Aemond followed his manager to his office while Y/N sat at the bar. Aemond said she could take whatever she wanted to drink at his expense. She looked through the menu curiously, wondering what to choose. She felt someone sit down next to her, but she didn't pay any attention to it, lost in thought.

"Take vodka with lemon juice and sprite. Very refreshing.” She heard a female voice, she glanced to the side. The woman she was looking at was about 10 years older than she was, but she looked very good. Her make-up and tight dress well emphasized her qualities and great figure. Y/N smiled warmly at her.

"You say? Indeed, I haven't tried this drink yet." She said calmly, resting her chin on her hand on the bar counter.

"Twice vodka with lemon juice and sprite." The woman said to the bartender, and the bartender nodded, looking at her with a frown. Y/N noticed the look and swung around in her seat.

"Nice to finally meet you. I've heard a lot of good things about you." She said with a warm looking smile. Y/N felt hot. She looked at her surprised. "Alys." The woman held out her hand in greeting. Y/N felt her throat go dry.

She hesitated for a moment, but reached out her hand to her and took her hand with a firm grip, not allowing herself to show any weakness or fear.

"Y/N."

She fell silent, looking at her, trying to keep her face calm even though her heart was pounding like crazy. She decided not to say anything more. She wasn't going to admit that Aemond had told her about her. Alys took a sip of her drink, not bothered by the silence.

“That Albert is quite a bastard. It was fun with him at first, but when I heard he pressed you against that restroom, I didn't like it anymore." She said as she took a sip of her drink, looking her up and down. "He's crazy about you, huh?" She asked, smiling from the corner of her mouth.

"Albert?" Y/N asked uncertainly and raised her eyebrows.

"Aemond."

Y/N pursed her lips as she looked into her eyes. What was she supposed to say? If she answered yes, it would only show that she hoped Aemond was crazy about her, that he was desperate - which he wasn't - even though she wanted him to love her and want her. If she answered no, it would appear that she was trying to diminish his feelings for herself by equating them with those he felt for other women—and she didn't believe that either.

"I don't know if crazy is the right word." She finally said, looking away. She could end the conversation at any time, get up and just go to Aemond, let him do the job. She had seen him talk to Kate and believed he would do the same this time, setting clear boundaries. But she felt that she didn’t want to show her any weakness. Her last days with him had given her courage and confidence.

"What else do you call sex on a park bench?" She asked amused, and Y/N turned to her quickly, her eyes filled with terror, her cheeks turning scarlet. Alys laughed.

"Don't worry. You have a good friend. Marcus, right? His men gave the photographer a good whack before he could get in the car. They destroyed his equipment. Albert was furious. The opportunity passed him by." She murmured, taking a sip of her drink, looking at her with satisfaction that she had managed to get any reaction out of her.

Y/N swallowed silently, despite her relief, still feeling the enormous tension caused by the whole situation, the fact that Albert had them followed, and that she knew about it. She thought they both owed Marcus a debt of gratitude. She lowered her hands to her knees, trying to control their tremors and pulled herself together.

"Why are you interested in me?" She finally asked, her voice more confident than before. Alys was silent for a moment, looking at her intently.

"Actually, you don't interest me. I'm just trying to figure out the situation." She smiled slightly. Y/N laughed. She was surprised by her own confidence. She decided that no one could be blackmailed or intimidated her.

"Better find out quickly, because if Aemond sees you talking to me, he won't be pleased." She said, raising her eyebrows. Alys looked at her, her words surprised her. "You know very well that he doesn't like to share what's his."

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٠ ࣪⭑ KARMA.- Scaramouche x reader

｡⋆｡ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆ 3.Coffee Dates

It was around 9:30 when you had finally dragged Kaveh awake from your sofa with the promise of coffee and sadly, a lecture to attend. The little cafe sat 5 minutes out from the main lecture halls that you two needed to head to, so this was the perfect little wake-up call you needed. “Gods my back is killing me” Kaveh complained, stretching back to try to relax his muscles, “that wouldn't be the case if you stopped paying rent at your last place.” You retort, “Did you ever talk to your parents about them funding your housing again” He groaned, “Not unless I change majors or they miraculously have a change of heart.” You two headed to the counter to order, when you noticed a certain…ginger…pacing towards you. “Y/N hey, you made it!” He said happily, my lord it was too early for this “Yep, me and Kaveh needed coffee” You nodded, pointing in the direction of your friend who was taking the opportunity to order for you. “Anyway, there's someone I think you’re going to want to see! Come!” He pushed you towards the direction of a secluded table, you could make out two figures sitting around, the first being Kazuha, you guys had been friends for quite some time, and the second had his back to you, with distinctive indigo hair that caused a family feeling to swirl in your gut, “Scaramouche, there's someone I think you want to see!” He chirped. With that, he tilted his head around nonchalantly and-wait…Scaramouche?! Your heart dropped, “K-kunikuzushi?” You saw for a moment his eyes widen before his demeanor went back to normal, stoic. “Y/N” he nods “It's been a while, I have no use for that name anymore” You stood for a moment in shock, before sending a death glare to Childe, storming away to Kaveh, grabbing your drink, and leaving and quickly as you could.

Previous . Next . Masterlist

Summary.- It’s been over 10 years since you last saw Kunikuzushi, back then he had blocked everyone and disappeared without a trace. Now, you’re in your second year of the Akademiya university. But what happens when a certain someone appears from your past, and now, with an entirely new personality?

A/N.- this is the first chapter where I’ve actually written anything so I hope it’s ok! ❤️

Taglist <3 @yumi-genshin-writer@pinkiepiescanonn

#genshin wanderer #genshin imagines #genshin fanfic #genshin impact #genshin fluff #genshin smau #smau #scaramouche smut #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche #kavehaitham #kunikuzushi x you #kunikuzushi #kunikuzushi x reader #cynari #xiaomi #scaramouche x you

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the-wales-5 · 10 months ago

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"Crazy for this girl" (Chapter 4)

“Will it be a costume party?!” Laura asked

November was shaping up to be a tiring time for everyone owing to next month's Martinmas semester exams. Aware of it William wanted to organise a party to help everyone relax but also to make up for the few parties he had missed. He revealed his plans to a circle of friends he had gotten over the last few weeks while they were sitting in the dining hall.

“No, but I was thinking of a themed one, and the most popular thing these days is Harry Potter as I reckon so might be it” William said

“Sounds great, it’s a pity I am unable to be in two places simultaneously” Catherine sighed

“Why?” her friend Olivia Bleasdale asked.

“People from Rupert’s course are organising something on the same day, and he already confirmed our attendance. It is all planned weeks in advance. I'm sorry”

“A lawyers party full of snobbism instead of a Harry Potter themed one, that sounds fun” Fergus laughed sarcastically. Kate took a sip of orange juice “This is not my fault that he planned something, right?” She shrugged off.

Laura looked at William at the same moment as she asked “Is your girlfriend coming?”.

The prince had been meeting Carley Massy-Birch, and their relationship was well-known amongst his friends.

“She hasn't given me a direct reply yet, but I think she'll be there” he replied “Anyway, would 7 pm be the right time for a start?”

“Yes, but only if you want us to be drunk as hell by 9pm, Wills. Make it 8 pm at least” Fergus replied

“That way you’ll be drunk as hell by 10 pm” Catherine said, wanting to have revenge on him for his recent remarks about her boyfriend. Everyone burst into laughter.

“Stop making him feel embarrassed. Boyd knows the reality. He'll be drunk yet before the party starts” Olivia said, and that caused yet another wave of laughs.

“You can help me to write down the list of attendees” William said then

“But this is not a royal gathering, Wales”

The prince laughed and rolled his eyes in a playful way. “I just want to make sure that everyone who attends the party knows to address me as Steve. For security reasons. Stop teasing me and give me a pen instead”

“I haven't got one. They'll address you as Mr ‘writing names down without our consent’? Be careful. We may all boycott your social event before it even begins” Fergus joked again.

“I was about to write yours right now, but it looks like you are the first to be crossed out instead” William chuckled, got hit on the elbow from his friend, and then finally noted down several names on the paper with Catherine’s pen.

“Are you busy or going somewhere in particular now?” William asked her as soon as the rest of their friends left the table.

Middleton looked at the phone and noticed no response from Rupert to a text message that was sent by her yet in the morning.

“I thought that we could finally talk about the Raleigh expedition. For some reason, we had no time for that before”

“Some reason being endless hours of lectures” Catherine remarked, and William looked down, awaiting her final reply, assuming that it would be a negative one.

“Yes, sure. We can talk about it now” Catherine replied within seconds as she switched her phone off at the same time. “Share your experience first. You were there before me, right?” She smiled a little.

As it turned out, the Chile gap year was just the first of many topics they touched upon in a conversation that lasted for almost two hours until they decided to return to their rooms.

“It was so nice to talk and to think about something more than our classes, Kate”

“That was nice for me too," she said as she stared at William, who was slowly going upstairs to his room.

“I hope we'll continue this discussion soon” William said and vanished from Middleton's view. He smiled with his eyes closed, thinking how those few hours were so far one of the best times at St Andrews for him. “I need to give her that pen back finally” William thought when he noticed it in his pocket and slowly turned back. Right at that same time, Catherine saw Rupert on the other side of the hall. She was about to ask why he had been ignoring her text messages and felt ready to argue when she realised that he hid a huge bouquet of red roses behind himself and apologised for his behaviour. Catherine smiled and slowly kissed him on the lips. William had been staring at the scene between the two of them from a distance until Middleton closed her door.

“Do we really have to attend that party?” Kate asked her boyfriend while they were on a walk moments later.

“You had no objection to that before. Why do you ask now?” Rupert frowned a little

“Can’t you call it off and for once go somewhere with me?”

“I am often going out with you, Katie”

“I want to have fun yet before exams, not listen to boring conversations between you and other guys wearing a tie even though they're just 24!” she replied, a little bit louder

“Katie, stay calm, please. Now, all you show is that you are simply over-dramatic. Don't you remember? Raisin Weekend and foam fight had taken place not so long ago, and it was fun, wasn't it?”

“Indeed. The thing is, I just want you to think it all over, Rupert” she said, getting lost in her thoughts. She then simply carried on walking and looking at the early evening's sky from time to time.

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Chapter 5

#royal fanfiction #crazy for this girl #chapter 4 #st andrews university themed stories #prince william #catherine middleton #2000s #st andrews university #fife #st salvator's hall #st andrews #scotland #kate x william #♡#stories #text post #tags

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wordsmithwhumpsandfluff · 10 months ago

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Hi hi!! Alright, a request: Spirit + Aiden, but he's the sickee and she's got no bloody idea of how to deal with him (but she also cannot possibly leave the man in this state! She's not a monster!) cue, cuteness 🥺🥺 (tummy bug prefarably, but whatever best fits your plot)

Ya'll, I'm lovin' the ending of this one!!!!

Should I do a part 2??👀

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Aiden felt like he was dying.

He’d woken up in a cold sweat, his stomach twisting painfully. He’d spent the better part of the morning sitting in front of his toilet, waiting for something to come up, but nothing did.

He felt too sick to eat anything before he left home. And even when he got into the heated campus building, he felt too cold to take off his warm jacket and gloves.

Now he was in his Criminal Justice class, not really watching or listening to his professor, really just staring off into space with his arms wrapped around his abdomen.

He was glad that his energetic classmate, Brody—who was a friend of his and another intern at the city’s police department—wasn’t there that day. The guy was observant as hell and would’ve dragged him out of class and forced him to go home if he were.

The whole class passed in a blur, and by the end of it he had taken no notes and was dragging himself to his feet to go to his next lecture.

———

“Black Dahlia,” Spirit said, and Birdie frowned.

“Really? Of all the flowers, you pick one that literally symbolizes sadness?”

Spirit shrugged. “It’s pretty.”

“It’s gloomy!”

“Why are we even talking about this again?” Spirit asked. “I’ve told you before, I practically live in a box. My dorm is too small for me to add a pot of flowers, and I’d probably let them die anyway. Not everyone has your ‘magical plant touch’, Bird.”

Pouting, Birdie stopped in front of her next lecture hall. “We’re not done talking about this,” she stated, walking into class.

Rolling her eyes and chuckling, Spirit continued down the hallway, on her way to the library. Her class had been cancelled thanks to the stomach flu that had been going around since Christmas. Too many teachers were calling in sick, and not enough TAs were well enough to fill in for all of the classes.

As Spirit walked, she startled at a sudden commotion.

Not far down the hallway, a few people were staring at and backing away from some guy braced against the wall, doubled over with a puddle of sick in front of him. People were saying “Eww” and “That’s nasty”, and not bothering to help him at all.

It took Spirit a second, but she suddenly remembered him and walked forward, going over to Aiden’s side. She didn’t know what exactly she was doing. She and the guy had barely interacted since she got a concussion, and she wasn’t exactly the best when it came to comforting.

Once beside him, she reached out awkwardly to touch his back before letting her arm just drop to her side. “Um, hey. . . you okay?” she asked

He vomited in response and she cringed. After coughing, and spitting into the sick, he looked up at her and seemed to freeze.

God, he thought. Why her of all people? He had no idea why he thought that though. His cheeks burned and he felt ridiculously embarrassed for some reason.

“I’m fine,” he lied, wiping drool off of his chin with the back of his hand, only to cover his mouth with the same hand as he gagged again. His mouth flooded with vomit, but he swallowed it back down.

Spirit raised a brow at him. “Fine?”

He lowered his hand, rolling his eyes. “Yes, I’m fine.”

“I wish I believed you,” Spirit droned, “but I have a few spots of your nasty puke on my shoes.”

Aiden looked down and, indeed, there was a few drops of watery yellow vomit on her sneakers. He cringed. “Sorry. I—” His hand flew up to his mouth again to muffle a sick burp. He was going to puke again. He knew it.

There were still people around them, staring and whispering. Suddenly, it felt as if he was back in high school and Aiden hated it. He just wanted to curl up and die.

“C’mon,” Spirit said—more of a demand than anything—grabbing his elbow and forcing him to walk with her. “What’re you staring at?” she snapped at the onlookers with a menacing glare that had everyone quickly walking away or minding their own business, and Aiden felt so relieved.

He still felt so embarrassed, though, even without all of the eyes. Here he was, likely looking like the most pathetic display of a man while this beautiful badass helps him.

He was feeling dizzier. The world kept blurring and un-blurring, and he was sweating despite how cold he felt.

Spirit opened a door and pulled him into a room. A bathroom, he realized. The boys’ bathroom.

Aiden let out a relieved sigh when he saw there was no one in the bathroom. He could just imagine a bunch of guys calling her a bitch and yelling at her to get out.

Spirit guided Aiden into the handicap toilet stall, and he collapsed onto his knees, immediately vomiting.

In the large stall, Spirit could crouch down beside him. Her hand automatically touched his back, and she started to rub a little between his shoulder blades. “Okay. Get it up.”

They stayed there for a good twenty minutes with Aiden barely being able to get a breath in between each gush of sick and Spirit trying her best to be comforting.

When Aiden stopped throwing up, or rather when he was entirely empty, he whimpered and hugged his arms tightly around his unhappy gut. “I feel like shit,” he groaned. He startled a little when he felt a cool hand cup his forehead.

Spirit scoffed. “You have a fever. You’re throwing up like you’re auditioning for The Exorcist, and you have a fever.” She pulled her hand away, looking annoyed. “You have the goddamn stomach flu that’s going around, don’t you?” The words sounded more like a statement than a question.

Surprised by how mad her tone was, Aiden said nothing, quite literally staring at her like an idiot.

Spirit glared. “Great. Now I’m gonna get sick, too.” She stood and groaned, starting to pace. “I can’t get the freaking stomach flu! Jesus, if I get sick, it’s your fault. Who the hell goes to lectures when they have the fucking flu?!”

Aiden flinched a little, feeling guilty and a little emotional, likely the effect of a fever-cooked brain. “Sorry,” he mumbled.

Spirit stopped pacing and looked at him, but her glare melted away a little when she saw the pitiful look on his face and the feverish flush coloring his sickly pale cheeks. She sighed, crouching down beside him again and reaching for his jacket. “Take this off,” she said in a slightly softer voice. “You’ll cook alive in this.”

Aiden frowned. “It’s cold, though.”

Spirit shook her head. “Your mind is playing tricks on you.” It was still January and the weather was still in the fifties so she understood why he’d wear the jacket outside, but the building had shockingly powerful heaters and even in a t-shirt with her hoodie tied around her waist she was warm.

She managed to get Aiden out of his jacket and took his gloves, shoving them in his jacket’s pocket. Then she stood up, reaching a hand down to him. “C’mon,” she sighed. “I’ll drive you to your place.”

Aiden let her help him up, shivering without his jacket, but he frowned. “You don’t have to do that. I can—”

“No, you can’t,” she deadpanned without letting him finish. “I’m not gonna let you on the road. I swear, you’ll drive into a light post or something. I’ll drive you.” She walked out of the stall, and he followed without any more argument left in him.

They left the bathroom and walked down the hall—Aiden cringed at the sight of a janitor cleaning up his mess from earlier—and he followed Spirit out into the parking lot. It was even colder without his jacket outside, but he knew Spirit likely wouldn’t give his jacket back if he asked for it.

She’d grabbed his keys from his jacket pocket and asked where his car was.

“There,” he answered, nodding towards his sky-blue BMW.

Spirit raised a brow. “Nice car,” she said sounding genuinely impressed, and Aiden couldn’t help but wonder what kind of car she drove.

She got into the driver’s side and Aiden slumped into the passenger seat, sighing and leaning back against the soft leather, closing his eyes.

“Address?” Spirit asked, and he told her. She put it into the GPS in her phone and drove off.

As she drove, Spirit kept glancing at Aiden, frowning. It didn’t take more than a few seconds for him to pass right out, and Spirit could’ve laughed.

Spirit couldn’t help but notice thanks to the blush his freckles were more pronounced. And because of his glasses, the pinkness of his cheeks and his freckles, he looked like kind of. . . cute.

Spirit focused entirely on the road as soon as the word popped into her head.

Aiden didn’t live far from campus—a seven-minute drive without traffic. She parked in the parking lot of a decent-looking apartment building and shook Aiden’s shoulder a little to wake him up. He blinked dizzily for a few seconds before managing to focus on her. “Hey,” he said in a tired and hoarse voice.

Spirit felt his forehead again, and this time she cursed, brows furrowing. “Dammit, how did you already get hotter?!”

Aiden couldn’t help but smirk deliriously at the words. “You think I’m hot?” he joked with a little chuckle.

With an unimpressed frown, Spirit pulled her hand back and got out of the car, going around to Aiden’s side. She realized the idiot had forgotten to put on his seatbelt, but that didn’t really matter anymore.

“Okay, come on,” Spirit urged him, grabbing his arm.

Aiden groaned, his head spinning as he stood and he swayed dangerously on his feet, making Spirit yelp a little. “I swear to GOD, you better not fall on me you fucking giant!” she said, but she didn’t yell it much to Aiden’s relief.

She took his arm around her shoulders to help steady him and she walked him into the building. Never had Spirit ever been so glad that she was an athlete.

“Second floor,” Aiden mumbled dizzily. “Apartment twenty-three.”

Spirit nodded. It was a struggle since there was no elevator and they had to take the stairs, but they got to the second floor eventually and Spirit found his door.

She unlocked the door with the only other key on his car-key ring and they stumbled inside together. Spirit shut the door with her heel.

She led the giant guy to his couch, and he collapsed onto it with a heavy sigh. Spirit let out a relieved breath now that his weight was gone and she rolled her shoulder.

“Okay, wait here,” Spirit said, walking over towards his open kitchen. She started opening cabinets and drawers. She found a hand towel and grabbed that, and then she found a medicine cabinet and grabbed a bottle of Pepto. And she found a bucket under the sink, just in case. She wet the towel with cold water from the sink and carried the stuff back to the living room.

Aiden’s eyes were closed but the flew opened as she sat on the couch beside him, planting the bucket at his feet and placing the towel on the coffee table. Aiden watched her as she opened the Pepto bottle and poured some of the pink goop into the measuring cap.

“Here,” she said, handing it to him.

Frowning, he took it and downed it in one gulp, grimacing at the nasty sweet taste.

Spirit took the cap and set it on the coffee table, grabbing the towel, but not moving to touch it to his face. He watched her with dazed eyes as she seemed to get lost in some sort of mental gymnastics.

Spirit hesitated before clearing her throat. “I don’t know, um. . . Y-your fever is really high, so. . ." she bit the inside of her cheek, feeling awkward and a little embarrassed. But then she sucked it up, reaching up and stroking the side of his face.

Her touch was gentle. She brought the towel from his temple down to his cheek, and then repeated slowly. She tried her best not to meet his eye, focusing on her hand while he just stared at her, blinking heavier and heavier.

Slowly losing consciousness, his feverish thoughts became stronger. “You’re pretty,” he mumbled, sleep ebbing at his brain.

Spirit let out a little amused scoff. “You’re delirious.”

Aiden hummed in response. Then, “I wan’ta ask you out,” he mumbled, eyes slipping shut and Spirit froze, her hand and the towel stopping on his cheek.

“What?”

But she got no answer.

Because he was already asleep again.

#fluff #fever whump #aiden #spirit #thebrilliantidiots #PART 2??????????????????????#Y'ALL HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH I LOVE THESE TWO!!!#Aiden is my bbyyyyyyyyyy #What will Spirit do now???👀👀👀👀👀

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evilswag · 3 months ago

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obnoxiously long internet complaint post.

i don't go on tiktok. i don't know what goes on there. my professor said the word "ohio" today in lecture hall and most of the class laughed, leaving me and the 25 year old who sits next to me VERY confused. to say im out of the loop is an understatement. this is my primary and most of the time only social media.

so i found out about "very demure, very mindful" very, very late and only when my partner (who all of u know as jolysuiyuri) sent me a lyft ad with the original girl in it. i thought it was significantly funnier than the average ad, and the comments was how we found out it was a meme and that's why.

ok that's the backstory. today i saw a post mildly-anti demure (just that the meme is getting long on the tooth- i wouldn't know), but many people in the replies said it was good because that girl is transgender and could fund her transition now.

1 annoyance

i tried to verify this information by googling the meme, clicking the first article that came up, then clicking a link in the article to her tiktok. why in the world do i have to log in to tiktok to even go on the website. all i wanted was to see if she had the little flag or something. i, of course, just clicked off and googled her name + transgender and found news articles saying it was true

the third link down when i googled her name + transgender was a link to mumsnet, a notoriously transphobic forum for mums and was a very brief exchange between two members where one accused the tiktoker of being a man and wanting push being demure on real women and the other said that was transphobic (true)

so like. why was that link so high

anyway having read that i clicked the BBC link directly above it that discussed how the tiktoker was joking (doing obviously non-demure things and calling it demure), claimed she was joking, and most people agreed. and that there was this mysterious group who thought she was actually pushing a demure agenda.

and then they were like hmmm well demure (real) is making a come back. demure autumn!

basically as always websites bad tiktok bad transphobia is everywhere and this reinforces my belief that i should not bother researching internet trends, even if it's me literally trying to verify a wholesome fun fact...

#i was just already thinking about how i dont know anything that goes on on tiktok and how i like that #and then boom. ideology reinforcement....

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tijuanabiblestudies · 11 months ago

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... why did a butch chew your face at the club?

*deep breath* OK SO

i am 19 years old and a freshman in college. my egg is not even lightly chipped at this point; for all intents and purposes i am a girl. it is a friday night and i am sitting at my dorm room desk, probably on livejournal. my roommate comes in and says "hey [deadname]! wanna come to [local nightclub]? it's gay night!"

(during my girl years, i largely identified as bisexual. my roommate, a straight girl, knew this, hence the invitation.)

"sure," i say, "what the hell," and proceed to doll myself up for a night on the town. my outfit is perhaps not strictly relevant to the tale but i am going to describe it anyway. from bottom to top, i am wearing:

knee-high silver boots

black fishnet stockings

black miniskirt

red-on-black My Chemical Romance off-the-shoulder top (Revenge era; iirc it had some cool art of a graveyard on it)

on the face: black eyeliner, red lipstick

and to top it all off: red-on-black pinstriped fedora. or trilby, i guess, if you want to be pedantic, but everyone at the time called them fedoras.

thusly prepared, i join my roommate and several others from our dorm and we pile onto a bus and head downtown. we get to the club. the music is bad, but i start dancing anyway. as i do, i notice a butch gal standing on the edge of the dance floor, looking at me. i look back, make eye contact, smile a little bit. i am not expecting anything in particular to come of this. clubbing etiquette is unfamiliar to me.

the next thing i know, she is RIGHT up on me. bumping and grinding ensue, followed in short order by kissing. rather intense kissing, in fact. by which i mean she is biting me, repeatedly and not at all gently. lips, neck, collarbones--pretty much everywhere above the tits seems to be fair game. bite bite bite.

i...have no idea how to handle this situation. in retrospect, the solution seems obvious: use words and/or body language to convey that i am not fond of what is happening and would like it to stop please.

i do not do this. my entire brain freezes up like the proverbial deer in headlights and i just sort of accept my new life as a chew toy.

it goes on for a while. time loses all meaning. i have long since lost track of the people i came with. i am vaguely aware that straight men (it's "gay night" at a club in a college town, of course it's lousy with straight tourists) are appreciatively watching me get eaten alive. my, uh..."dance partner" (neither of us is even pretending to move to the music) speaks to me a few times; at one point, she laughingly says "you're so serious!" and i have less than no fucking idea how to respond. at other points, i can't hear her over the music and just sort of make what i hope are appropriate faces and/or noises. all the while, the biting continues. it hurts rather a lot.

finally, finally, 2am rolls around and the club prepares to close. my masticator mercifully releases me. i do not even bother trying to find my roommate et al. i retrieve my coat from the coat check and get the fuck out of dodge.

it being late, the buses have stopped running. i have no way of getting back to my dorm short of a long hike, and these boots were not made for walkin'. it is cold and i am tired. i find an unlocked door in a university lecture hall and sleep on a bench inside, for some value of "sleep."

after sunrise, i head back to the bus stop. in is now the weekend, so the buses don't start running until later, but luckily there is a girl at the bus stop who is also trying to get to the same general area as i am, and she calls a cab and lets me share it with her.

when i get back to my dorm and check myself out in the mirror, i find that i am covered in bite marks. remember the red lipstick i had on? it's gone now. my lips, instead, are purple.

i wish i could end this with a moral about underage drinking, but i was stone cold sober the entire time.

#storytime with jonas

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bookwormscififan · 5 months ago

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Hang on Every Word

Read on AO3!

Song inspo (Matchbox Twenty: Hang on Every Word)

A/N: Some Mad having a horrid day and Mare being able to make it all better.

Tugging on the sleeves of his jacket, Mad glared at the rain outside the lecture hall windows, cursing them silently for soaking his shoes. Running his hands through his hair, he frowned as he struggled to neaten the drenched locks, focusing instead on calming his nerves before his big presentation in front of the science board.

Silently, he wished Mare had been able to go with him, yearning for a glimpse of that signature smile that never failed to soothe him. He’d never heard of a science board rejecting an accompaniment to a presentation, even if just for moral support. What he had instead was a small doll made from a scrap of purple silk that Mare had sewn for him last night, tucking it into his pocket for him to hold if he got nervous.

“Alright, Mr… Richards, we’re ready to hear your discovery.” Mad jumped as a group of people walked into the hall, sitting around a table in front of him. “You may begin your presentation.”

Mad gulped, shaking his hands by his sides before clearing his throat and starting his presentation, explaining his specialties and the steps he’d taken before discovering the genetic code that could aid in curing diseases.

“Have you tested this theory, Mr Richards?” One scientist asked, clicking his pen in a way that made Mad want to snap it. “What diseases might this code cure? How long is the half-life of the cells within the code? Can we easily replicate it?”

Mad fumbled to answer the questions, getting distracted by the incessant clicking of the pen, and his eyes widened as other questions began to surface, throwing him off the script he’d made in his mind. His heart sank as the room before him became a sea of disapproving looks, books closing and seats scraping as people stood.

“I’m sorry, Mr Richards, but we just can’t support this discovery if you haven’t taken the correct steps before presenting it to us. We have rules, and we can’t back something we don’t understand.” With a curt nod, the room emptied, leaving Mad alone to collect his things and leave.

Walking through the crowds on campus, Mad tried to distract himself by thinking of what Mare would be making for dinner, losing himself in thought and walking into someone who had stopped in front of him. Murmuring apologies, Mad yelped as his bag was taken from his hands and tossed out the window, flinching as he heard it splash.

“Watch where you’re going, next time!” The student bellowed before leaving, followed by their friends laughing. Mad took a moment to glare at their retreating back, then hopped out the window after his bag, landing in a crouch before straightening up.

“Hey, is this your bag?” A student called, holding Mad’s soaked bag up as they tilted his head. “Nice jump, by the way. From a second story window, you’ve gotta be some kind of gymnast or insane to do that.”

“Guess I’m both,” Mad mumbled, taking his bag from the student and trying to pat it dry with his sweater. “Thank you for getting my bag.”

“Wait, you’re the professor’s boyfriend, right? Mad or something?” Mad bristled as the student touched his arm, curling his lip until he was released. “You’re dating Professor Sharp. He teaches my roommate music theory. Hold on, let me go grab them!”

Mad paused, considering leaving, but then the student was back with their friend and there was no way out. He smiled kindly, still working on drying his bag, nodding politely to the questions that bordered on being too invasive.

“So anyway, I’m pretty sure he’s just dating you as a placeholder until he finds someone better,” the student said, rolling their eyes as they motioned vaguely at Mad’s appearance. “You should just break up with him to avoid the inevitable pain that’ll come.”

“Y-You’re wrong,” Mad growled, hugging his bag to his chest as he stared the student down. “M-Mare loves me, and he’d never just string me along. I-If you believe that, then you must be the dumbest student in his class.” Breathing deeply, he then left, heading straight out of the school and home.

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The house was empty when Mad returned, so he hung up his jacket and toed off his shoes before heading to the library, bag still held close. Passing the music room, Mad poked his head in before continuing on, face warming when he looked at the piano.

Curling up in the egg chair Mare had bought him, Mad took his papers out of the bag, setting them gently on the windowsill to dry as tears prickled in his eyes. Sniffling, he tossed the empty bag onto the ground, pulling his knees to his chest and letting the tears fall.

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“Honey, I’m home!” Mare closed and locked the door behind him, removing his shoes and setting his umbrella against the doorframe before turning to face the house. “Mad?” He called, frowning at the silence that greeted him.

Setting his groceries on the kitchen counter, Mare hummed quietly as he made his way down the hall to Mad’s lab, opening the door slowly and peering inside. His humming grew confused when he didn’t see Mad inside, closing the door and tilting his head. The shower wasn’t running, so there was only one place Mad could be.

“There you are, dearest.” Seeming to glide into the room, Mare knelt in front of Mad in the egg chair, resting his hands on his knees and looking at him with open eyes. “What’s happened, love?”

“T-T-They didn’t…” Mad struggled to speak between his sobs, shaking his head and holding his hands out for Mare to hold. As Mare gently ran his thumbs over his knuckles, Mad used that to steady his breathing, swallowing before trying again. “They won’t support the findings.”

“Alright, well, we don’t need them anyway,” Mare stated, offering Mad a smile that fell when the scientist didn’t return it. “What else happened, Mad? What-Why are your books all wet? Darling, what aren’t you telling me?”

“Some dumb student threw the bag out the window,” Mad mumbled, turning his hand to interlace his fingers with Mare’s. “Fell in a puddle. I jumped out after it, met another student. Their roommate is one of your students. Said you’re too good for me.”

“Oh, dear heart,” Mare sighed, gently using their joined hands to wipe the tears from Mad’s cheeks. “You know that you’re absolutely perfect for me. That student was probably just jealous because of how much I adore you.”

Mad hummed noncommittally, not really believing Mare’s words, then frowned when Mare shook his hands off.

Don’t let your falling stars blow out,

No matter what you’ve heard.

Don’t let the rainy days cloud what you’re seeing.

“This isn’t one of your songs,” Mad stated, not recognising the tune Mare was singing. “Why are you singing it to me?” He watched as Mare smiled, closing his eyes before singing some more.

I know you think so little of yourself so often,

Believing you don’t deserve all this good.

But all you have to do is talk to me,

And I will hang,

Hang on every word.

Carefully, Mare guided Mad off the egg chair, settling him in his lap as he traced the line of his jaw with his nose. His hands wrapped around Mad’s waist, brushing fingers against his sides as Mad giggled quietly.

My world revolves around you,

Surely, you know that’s the truth.

When nothing goes right and all you can speak is the hurt,

I will hang

Hang on every word.

“It’s a new song I listened to recently,” Mare whispered, nuzzling into the crook of Mad’s neck and holding him close. “I changed some of the words to suit you. I love you for all your flaws and imperfections. Whatever the people out there say, they’re wrong.”

“I really wish they’d let you come with me to that presentation,” Mad mumbled, tracing patterns along Mare’s arms. “You always make everything better. You’d probably make this day stop raining by just being there.”

“I’ll go with you to the next one, no matter what they say,” Mare replied, pressing a kiss to the skin under Mad’s ear. “How about a warm bath, then I’ll make us some dinner?” When Mad nodded, Mare turned him around and lifted him effortlessly, carrying him into the bathroom while covering his face with kisses.

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@iamvegorott @brokentimewatch @rattyboyisemo @dungeon-dragons-dragons

#writing #fanfiction #nwtb fanfiction #madmare #song related fic #hurt/comfort #thank you Veg for being my eyes at 2 in the morning #i think MB20 was one of the first bands i ever listened to #to be alive as they released this new album was amazing #i do want to write another piece off 'No Other Love' because that also works for MadMare

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teal-fiend · 2 years ago

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shy pred 3

content: post vore, digestion mention, pred POV, one (1) swear word

B woke up to the sound of their stomach growling. But they were still full from yesterday, so it wasn’t hunger as much as it was a general sound of digestion.

It was morning, so they didn’t go back to sleep.

A was already awake. They were sitting on the kitchen table with a cup of tea. “Good morning.”

B saw someone's laptop on table beside them. They didn’t recognise it right away, but B realised it belonged to the stranger in the library from yesterday . The one who was now in B’s gut. A must have taken their stuff to remove the evidence from the scene

Eating prey on campus grounds was risky. They could even get expelled if they were caught. It was reckless of A to have them consuming in such a public area. But A wouldn’t be the one who got in trouble, because even though A initially made the decision, it was B who actually did it.

B just wished they would be more cautious

A must have said something, but B didn’t catch it, because they were too caught up in their own thoughts.

“Sorry, I was just thinking about something.” B said “About what?”

“Oh, you know.” B didn’t really want to have this conversation, even though they probably should. But A and B didn’t argue about anything, and B didn’t want to start. Their hand subconsciously ghosted over their belly

“Is there any time that you’re not thinking about prey?” A said jokingly

B paused before answering, and A raised their eyebrow. To be honest, B did spend most of their time thinking about their next meal. B thought for a moment before they knew the answer

“After I’ve eaten I’m not thinking about what I’m going to eat next.” And they were confident with that answer.

“Ah yes, but,” A responded, “you are thinking about the prey that you just ate.”

“Oh, I guess you’re right.”

It’s not like their mind completely went blank after they had fed. In that time their brain would be dopamine, from their body rewarding them for a good catch. Really the only time they wouldn’t be occupied with thinking about prey would be in the lull between being full and being hungry. But even then their mind might sit there idly in the fantasy of eating again. Maybe the answer was then any time they were distracted by another task. But then even now, were they thinking about prey? or were they thinking about thinking about prey? B rubbed their eyes.

“Are you still tired?” A asked, “you slept for 14 hours.”

“Yeah, that usually happens.”

“I have class today, do you want to come along?”

When B didn't express enthusiasm, A continued, “C’mon, it would be good to get out of the house.”

B sighed, and agreed. They didn’t have anything better to do today anyway.

A drove, with B in the passenger seat. They parked in the designated lot, and the two entered the university building. B paused before going into the lecture hall

“I’ll meet you in there.” B said, “I’m going to go wash my hands”

“Alright, but don’t take too long. This class can get pretty full, you might not get a seat.”

“Am I even allowed to come in?” “It’ll be fine, don’t worry about it,” A said, before waving, and jogging into the lecture hall.

As soon as A was gone, B turned to the person who was watching them. “What do you want.”

C slinked up to them. “Looks like you had a nice dinner last night.”

“So what?”

“Well, people are getting nervous. You can feel it, can’t you? They can tell there’s an active predator hanging around. The problem is, they think it’s me.” C said, “since no-body suspects you, I’m the one who gets accused, and I’ll be the one who gets in trouble if the administration gets serious about nipping this problem in the bud.”

“Okay, I get where you’re coming from,” B admitted, because then genuinely agreed. “I know the risk, but A told me to do it, and I played along - but you’re right. It won’t happen again.”

“You talk about this 'A' a lot. It's always your excuse. If they're causing issues, you could just eat them. In fact, it's been awhile, and you haven't eaten them yet," C mused, "Are you going to eat them?” C asked

“No,”

“Really? Then the issue isn't solved - You said this wouldn’t happen again - “

“No - I didn’t mean it like that.” “Can I eat them then?”

“No!” B hissed, “No, don’t. I’m serious.” “If you’re not going to, why can’t I?” C said, trying to provoke them.

“Okay- then why don’t I eat your prey friend?” B struck back, “D, or whatever their name was.” “You better not,” C lost their humorous tone.

“Okay then we have a truce.”

“Fine.” C said, “Yeah. And you also have to stop framing me, even if it’s not on purpose. Stop breaking the rules, stick to your territory; stop fucking around."

“Ok sure." B sniffed, "Was that all you wanted to talk to me about?” “Pretty much”

“You weren’t going to ask me how my day’s been?” “How has your day been?” “Okay, I guess. How about you?” “It’s been good.”

“Good,” B said.

"See you later then" "Goodbye"

C disappeared into the crowd of students going in and out of lecture halls. B slipped into the stream that was wandering into A’s class. They made their way up the stairs and found where A had set themselves up.

They sat themselves next to A and watched as at the front of the hall the professor set up the projector.

Soon the class started, and B was having difficulty staying awake. They closed their eyes and fell asleep shortly after.

#i have 2 more parts planned after this #5 part series #i might compile it into one post when I'm done so it's easier to read #because it's only going to be like 4k words in total #soft vore #v.ore #tw vore #fatal vore #vore digestion #implied digestion #v/ore #vore writing #stomach noises #implied vore #post vore #soft v/ore

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brittanagirlcrush · 15 days ago

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The First Time Ever I Saw Her Face

Sorry for the repost, I accidentally posted it to Tumblr instead of the community I meant to post it to and, honestly, I figured I might as well leave it up. It's finished and all chapters are posted.

For those of you who may be interested? (I hope posting this here is ok? If not, let me know and I'll remove it or you can just remove it or whatever and I apologize)

It's finished. 115 chapters, just shy of 250k. It's a Brittana fanfic. (just a heads up).

I want to thank scumashling and lucemet for their help with what ended up being Chapter 85 and making it much better than I'd originally had it.

Here's the prologue and the first chapter (I've removed the author's notes for sake of clarity here):

AU: Brittana meet sophomore year of college. Santana has never had a girlfriend, never been kissed, and has serious trust issues. Brittany can't forget the first time she saw Santana smile and wants to make sure she keeps smiling.

Xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo

Prologue

A week later, Brittany was cursing herself as she realized that she and Rachel weren't compatible and broke things off.

She spent the rest of her freshman year, unsuccessfully, trying to find the Latina

End Prologue

Chapter 1

xoxoxoxoxoxo

"Hi! I'm Brittany. I was wondering if I could buy you a beverage of your choice. I mean, because not everyone likes coffee." She smiled brightly at the girl.

The brunette looked scared.

"Oh, I … I, um, I have to, um, get to class." she stammered out before scurrying off like a rabbit and getting swallowed by the crowd.

Brittany frowned in puzzlement. That wasn't exactly a 'no'.

Xoxoxoxoxoxo

Brittany spent the entire lecture watching the girl. She kept her head down, hair curtaining her face. She appeared to be taking detailed notes – or – she was writing quite a bit anyway.

When the class was dismissed, the Latina was already packed up and scurrying out of the lecture hall.

Brittany tried to follow her but the girl was gone by the time Brittany exited the hall.

'Well, I know where to find her,' she thought as she headed to her Humanities I class.

She had just slipped into her seat when her housemates, Puck and Sam, flopped next to her.

"Hey, Britt! How was your logic class?"

"Eh, you know, prove the chair actually exists type thing. But, oh-my-god, that beautiful Latina was there."

Puck laughed. "The one you've been mooning over for, like, a year? Did you actually talk to her this time?"

"That does sound a little weird. I mean, it's not like you're scary." Sam frowned at her.

"Damn, B, you weren't kidding. I thought you touched up those pics. I'd definitely tap that."

"Don't even think about it, Puck. I will seriously castrate you while you sleep."

"What if she's straight?"

"Then she's too good for you."

"Harsh," Sam laughed, "but probably accurate."

"With friends like you …" Puck grumbled with a smirk.

The professor called the class to order and, once again, Brittany found herself staring at her mystery girl.

Xoxoxoxoxoxo

Brittany snuck out of class a few minutes early to try and catch the girl when she left the lecture hall.

"Hi!" She slipped into step with the girl as she exited the lecture hall. "I'm Brittany. You wanna maybe have lunch with me?"

Xoxoxoxoxoxo

"Everything okay, Brittany?" Keith asked.

"Yeah, Keith. Just …" she hesitated, "there's this girl …"

Keith grinned. "Isn't there always?"

Brittany grinned back at him. "I caught her on film last year and spent two semesters looking for her. I just … I don't know … I mean … ugh, I swear English is my first language," she sighed.

Keith laughed. "You've got it bad, kid."

"That's just it! I don't even know her name," Brittany huffed. "I've seen her a couple of times and every time I try to talk to her she gets this scared look, stammers an excuse, and runs off."

Brittany nodded as she thought about what Keith had said.

"You may need to find a better way to approach her."

"Yeah. That makes sense. I'll have to make a plan instead of ambushing her in the hallway."

Keith nodded.

She put it to the back of her mind as she settled into work.

#brittana #santana lopez #brittany s. pierce #writing #The First Time Ever I Saw Her Face #TFTEISHF #the neverending story

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