#erm i guess i should b studying too

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chat highkey dont have the will to live rn so like imagine how much of a will i have to write fics

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Can I please request Ace, Deuce, Kalim, Cater and Epel reacting to their crush hugging them and kissing their cheek as thank you for helping them and then running off?

Hi, thank you for the ask!

Ace, Deuce, Kalim, Cater, Epel reacting to their crush — Thank you! *kiss*

Ace

Almost has a heart attack because he wasn't expecting you to be so affectionate (he really liked it when you kissed him on the cheek)

He probably helped you with a basketball trick while you were practicing by yourself. You wanted to join the basketball club but didn't know if you were going to fit in, because of this Ace offered to help you as long as you buy him lunch once a week. This ended up becoming the start of his crush on you as he spent more time with you and got to know you more

"Erm, yeah, n-no problem, it wasn't that hard anyways," he tries to play it off cool but you can see the slight tint on his cheeks while he looks away from you

After you leave, he might still be silently screaming to himself, even Deuce asks what happened to him because Ace is sort of just dazed out for the rest of the day haha

He'll definitely find an excuse to help you out more just to get more of your affection

Deuce

Similar to Ace, he'll also have a heart attack because of how much affection it was at once. Does almost fall over because of pure shock haha

He was likely helping you with your groceries (more like Grim's if anything) and he offered to carry some of the bags back to Ramshackle. You had kissed him on the cheek before running inside your dorm. He stood out there, shocked

Right after that, he ran back to Heartslabyul to his dorm, closed his door, and silently screamed into his pillow. He's face had to be redder than Riddle's because of how flustered he was

If anyone asks him what happened he won't say anything, maybe that he was running and that he was just out of breath because of that but nothing else. Of course, with his stuttering everyone knows it's not the case

Ace will tease him about it, but who can blame Deuce for blushing so much. He's sort of a romantic so he'll definitely replay that moment a bunch of times in his head. Also he'll help you out more just so he can get more affection haha

Kalim

He might kiss you back on your cheek sort of like how some people do during greetings. He doesn't think too much about it because he's used to it but it hits him that you kissed him after he reaches his dorm

He helped you during the Pop Music Club practice. You stayed behind to get a better hang of the instrument or the vocals you were in charge of and he offered to help (mainly because wanted an excuse to be around you more). Probably the best decision of his life in his opinion

"OMG JAMIL GUESS WHAT?!" He'll run to the vice dorm leader while pointing at his cheek. Jamil doesn't really get it at first but he's known that Kalim had a crush on you for a while. So while he does roll his eyes he does tell Kalim that he should just ask you out now

Kalim is a hopeless romantic, sort of a dreamy type. He thinks you looked so cute when you found yourself getting better and better at the song you were going to perform. He will often smile to himself thinking of the moment you kissed him

He'll definitely ask you if you need help in the future just so he can be with you more. Perhaps he'll ask you out during then too?

Cater

He's better at hiding his flustered face, mainly because he's good at hiding things :/. However, you could see him blank out for a moment because he was surprised by your actions.

It was just a study session for the two of you. If anything, he asked if you needed help and you just said that the two of you should have a study session together. Little did he know it would just be you two. While it was chill, the end when you kissed him before you left for Ramshackle left him a bit breathless

He hides it well but Trey notices that Cater is a little more hyper than usual. "Oh, nothing I'm just having a really good day," Cater will say, waving it off but his heart's probably still beating fast

He does message you a lot, but it'll grow after this event. Expect lots of texts on how you're doing, something funny he saw, stuff like that

He really is good at hiding his flusteredness so you'll have to squint to see it. However, a dead giveaway that he has had a crush on you for a while would be when he is a lot calmer with you and honestly a very chill and fun guy to be around

Epel

He's also easily flustered like Ace and Deuce. He almost falls over because he's so surprised you probably have to ask if he's okay haha

"Y-yeah, totally, thanks," he nods, heart racing and face red. He can't believe you said you had a great time broom-racing with him but you also KISSED him!

He's had a crush on you for a while but he has no idea how to tell you he likes you. He can't bring himself to ask Vil because he's sure Vil "hasn't dated anyone because of his snobby attitude" (Epel's words not mine) and he can't ask any of his first year friends because they'll just tell you. He tries to hide it from you but he always ends up slightly pink in the cheeks with you

After you kissed him and left for Ramshackle, he basically shouted something victorious and ran all the way back to Pomefiore. He's grinning so wide Vil wonders what happened haha. Epel's definitely going to play that scene in his head a lot of times

He'll ask you to go broom-racing more often now. If you ask him to go he'll basically be like "yeah I can go now if you want!" You can definitely see his crush, it's really cute

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Teeth || Demetri Volturi x Reader ||

A request from @volturidoll13 that is continued from this headcanon right here ——-> Demetri Reacting to a Stimming Reader <——-. I hope I’ve done you justice once more with this one chickadee :D </b>

Part 2: This fic

Part 3: Control (fic)

Warnings: TW for anxiety. Readers stimming will stem from anxiety, if you are having a rough time with yours right now be careful reading this one, and please know you’re not alone! I guess maybe a warning for biting to? There’s some biting going on.

Words: 2620

Summary: It’s been a little over two months since Demetri discovered your stimming. He’s remained vigilant ever since, keeping your anxiety at bay with a whole host of tips and tricks he’s learned over the course of your time together. The one thing he cannot stop is the march of time, and yours is running out fast…

You weren’t sure what had made you so nervous back then, why Demetri finding about your autism was such a big deal, why you were so afraid your stimming would be an issue between you both, that your anxiety and it’s side effects would somehow ruin his perception of you. In reality, telling Demetri the whole truth had been the best thing you had ever done. His sensitivity was astounding to you, because he really was diligent in checking in with you and keeping things as calm as possible in your now shared room – your baths had become a now weekly occurrence. He never treated you like you were made of porcelain either despite all his little interventions, no, he whole-heartedly encouraged your every attempt to explore and integrate yourself into the Volturi with your new found confidence, but when you needed the support he was always prepared.

Your newfound confidence came with a price.

After just a week of venturing out of your shared room you had been called to the throne room, a terrifying moment in itself given you had met them only once before to explain why you hadn’t been bleeding out with the rest of your tour group on the floor, and Aro had taken your hand with a sickly smile before joyfully exclaiming something in Italian you had had no idea how to go about translating. That was two months ago, and now you had only a single month left to live before you joined them in their immortality, perpetually frozen as you were, never moving forward, never evolving. The concept was terrifying given the stories you’d heard of newborns. You didn’t want to hurt people or be that volatile little newborn who became violent on a whim. You didn’t want to feel the inferno in your throat begging you to commit unspeakable acts of cruelty against a race you were currently still apart of.

A month left of mortality.

A month left before you became someone entirely new.

Felix’s sudden grunt snapped you out of that particular reverie, and you blinked at the bright sunlight invading your eyes despite the shade you had situated yourself in under a twisted old red maple, planted in Didyme’s honour oh so long ago and still going strong thanks to Aro’s tender loving care. They had chosen to sit beneath the branches simply because it made their skin sparkle less, which was far easier on your eyes and far less distracting since you had a tendency to try and rub off Demetri’s sparkles, like they were glitter on his skin you could just remove. Jane was smiling at your giant friend, whose teeth were clenched tight before he suddenly relaxed and shot her a glare.

“Now now children play nicely.” Demetri chided from beside you. He’d been sat a while, smoothly redirecting conversation from you when he saw your attention falter. You had been zoning in and out a lot the past few days, your mind clearly elsewhere. He’d kept half an eye on you as the twins debated a book they’d been reading the past week, Felix teasing them as was his usual manner until Jane caved to the temptation to cripple him with her trademarked glare. You clearly were not okay, but you hadn’t come to him to say as such just yet, so he’d not pressured you into talking. Perhaps after this afternoon he should? You usually jumped at any chance you got to spend time with them all, enjoying the social interaction after the long days you spent either studying Italian or with them absent performing duties you would soon help them undertake.

“What do you think Y/N? You said you’d read The Hunger Games before, what do you think of the idea that the death of Primrose is symbolic of the death of the last of Katniss’s innocence?” Alec questioned. The boy was equally as perceptive as Demetri, having found himself insatiably curious since the day Demetri had quietly spoken with them about it to ensure they didn’t harass you, and consequently had gone on to read everything he could get his hands on about your condition. It was painfully obvious to all of them your head wasn’t in the conversation but none of them brought it up, instead finding ways to lead you seamlessly back into the group when you wandered off. Your brows furrowed as you tried to think over Alec’s question, but your mind was pulled in too many directions at once. You were so focused on the dark thoughts swirling around your future immortality that your mind struggled to conjure the image of the book cover, never mind its contents.

“Erm…I don’t really…she lost it way before that.” You stumbled your way through the answer and it was audible to everyone there the way your teeth clanked together when your jaw clenched. You did your best not to flinch as Demetri cast you a concerned glance. You’d been doing that a lot, your teeth gnashing and grinding as you clenched your jaw over and over. It was a tic he had seen before, though not quite as frequently as this, and it set alarm bells ringing in his head as a thousand articles and memories hit him full force. Alec hummed, not looking entirely like he agreed with you while Jane grinned, triumph in her eyes.

“Ha! See brother, I told you!” she didn’t seemingly notice the way you flinched, teeth gnashing audibly once more at her exclamation. Alec’s face was immediately taken over by a scowl, and the pair were bickering once more while Felix watched on with obvious amusement. Demetri had given you his sole attention instead, tuning out their argument to instead take notice of the way the muscles in your jaw moved, your gaze distant and entirely unfocused as you lost yourself to your thoughts again. He didn’t actually think you were aware of the way your hand moved until he gently snatched it mid-air. You blinked, staring uncomprehendingly at the frozen fingers clasped around your wrist, centimetres from your open mouth that you quickly snapped closed. Demetri made no comment after that, sliding his hand up to intertwine your fingers together and squeeze your palm lightly.

You squeezed back with a weak smile, mentally already berating yourself for your behaviour. You hadn’t even noticed you were about to bite yourself but now you had you could feel the way your jaw ached, the entire lower part of your jaw tense from the amount your stimming had overworked it that afternoon. Demetri soothingly ran his thumb in circles over your knuckles but even his cool touch wasn’t enough to drag you from your misery today. You had less than a month to live and there was so much you wouldn’t get to do after that. You had always wanted to travel to try some of your favourite foods in their home contexts – you could only imagine how good authentic Chinese food would taste. You wanted to sleep in a five-star hotel just to see what a memory foam mattress might do to improve your sleep.

It was all trivial stuff (you were painfully aware since Caius had told you so when you’d brought it up) but they were simple things for your bucket list, you dared not even consider the big dreams you had because they would be impossible once you were-

“Ah ah ah.” Demetri caught your hand again. He still held one in his grip but the other had whipped up to make it’s way into your mouth. You completely disregarded his warning, a burning need inside of you driving your head forward in an effort to clamp your teeth around your finger, sure in the knowledge it would bring some relief if you could manage it. Demetri didn’t let you, and your head quickly turned for his hand instead. He didn’t comment when your teeth almost broke trying to break through his skin. You immediately recoiled, both horrified and mortified at what you had done, but despite the fact you wouldn’t meet his eyes, Demetri pulled you close to his chest and kissed the top of your head.

“I’m sorry, I-“

“What have I told you about apologising to me about this?” he tutted, lifting your chin with one of his index fingers. He quickly had to let go when your hand flashed up to your mouth again, desperate to chew down on something.

“To stop apologising. Sor-er…I…” you cringed, the apology ready to fall from your lips but your fear of disappointing him latching it’s claws into you and making you bite down on your tongue instead.

“You never need to apologise to me for this my love, I love every part of you, even the parts of you you struggle to love yourself.” Demetri assured you quietly. Your teeth began to grind once more because what if he didn’t see you that same way after your change? What if your crimson eyes and still heart were abhorrent to him since he revered your human-self so much?

“Can we go?” you mumbled, your head spinning with all the worrisome thoughts tumbling about it. Demetri searched your face briefly as he nodded, very well aware that this wasn’t something he could encourage you to keep fighting and you needed to tap out now and recover.

“Of course. Excuse us you three.” He glanced to them briefly, knowing they’d have heard your quiet conversation anyway so to lie would be pointless. You couldn’t bring yourself to look at them, too embarrassed by your stimming today to meet their eyes. You’d bitten your vampire mate in front of them, after all.

“Thank you.” You mumbled, keeping your head down as you walked along beside him. Demetri hadn’t let go of one of your hands, squeezing gently every now and then to try and encourage you to channel your anxiety into your hand instead of your mouth. Perhaps he ought to buy you a stressball? You’d liked the last one, though it had disappeared somewhere around the castle and sadly, his gift only worked on people and not tracking down inanimate objects.  

“Don’t thank me yet, might I give you some advice?” he enquired. You looked up at him, your expression inviting him warily to speak, though you weren’t sure what he could add since this was your lived experience, and one he had only read about. “As you go to bite down open your mouth a fraction wider, it will allow you to clamp your teeth into a wider surface area and hold your prey stiller.” He advised, half a smirk dancing on his lips. He was failing abysmally at trying to hide it.

“I – excuse me?” you were somewhat astonished he’d given you advice on how to bite yourself better. What happened to your caring mate? The one who did his best to help you calm your anxiety. The one who held your hand on nights it felt like you couldn’t breathe?

“I thought it would be sound advice,” he said, giving up on his efforts now to fight back his smirk, “As my little vampire in training, you need to know how to bite down properly. If I had been your prey just now I would have easily escaped, and you would be left hungry.” You stopped stock still, eyes bugging a bit in your head as your brain just…stopped working.

“What…did you just call me?” you asked. Demetri had walked on ahead as if nothing was wrong, but he paused to turn back towards you now with a shit-eating grin on his face, crimson eyes sparkling.

“My little vampire in training. Unless of course, you would prefer puppy? They chew on things to, no?” he tilted his head at you while your jaw dropped. Just for a brief moment there was clarity in your head, the sheer absurdity of his comment punching through all your anxious thoughts. You felt you should be insulted, was it an insult? Coming from someone other than Demetri maybe it would be but this was the man who listened to every little thought in your head, wiped away every tear and held you while you cried. No, Demetri could never do you harm, whether it was with words or fists he was bound to protect you always, he was incapable of insulting you meaningfully.

“Your little – Demetri!” you scolded. God did your jaw ache. He chuckled.

“Alright alright forgive me…though can I say, I feared your bite far more than Felix’s.” he held out his hand to you and you automatically sidled up to slip your palm against his, Demetri turning you both back in the direction of your shared room before you began to walk once more.

“Felix’s has bitten you?” you asked, your curiosity sparked.

“Oh yes. You see, when I first joined the Guard Felix was assigned to my combat training. He won every round. I, however, am a quick learner, and once I began to pick up his teachings I won my first spar against him quite easily…and the one after that, and the one after that…he gets bitey when he loses.” He revealed. You bit your lip, fighting back a smile as you imagine the hulking man tossed onto his back by your own, lithe tracker. It was a funny enough sight in itself, but adding the image of him lunging with teeth barred to gnaw on your mate was even funnier. It should have been frightening but you knew the gentle giant too well to think he would ever attack his comrades with any malicious intent.

“Alec best watch his back then, he’s getting close to Felix’s high score on Crash Bandicoot.” You mused. Demetri snorted briefly.

“Yet another fun story…Alec once locked himself in his room for three whole days when Jane picked up one of his games and completed a level he’d been stuck on for weeks on her first try.” He told you. Your smile grew a little wider, stretching across your face as you imagined the calmer witch twin throwing said hissy fit. Demetri continued his stories long after you entered your room, laying on his side with you opposite him as he regaled you with one story after another. Aro had once dropped a book on his foot after a late night of studying, looked around to ensure nobody had seen, and stuffed it back on the shelf so fast he had placed it back upside down. Jane had a beautiful singing voice but had been startled so badly by Felix interrupting her once she’d slipped right up the scale on the last word and tortured poor Felix for a whole hour straight for ruining her song.

Story after story you listened, enraptured by his smooth baritone while he played with your hair, soothing your turbulent mind as you focused on his words and his words alone. You might wake up tomorrow and find you were once more trapped in the cycle of anxiety that you were hard-pressed to escape one it got you in it’s clutches, or maybe this blessed moment of relief would last and tomorrow you would be free once more for a little bit longer until the next moment something you felt was too big too manage came along. For today, Demetri had lulled you to sleep against his side, your breathing slow and even for the first time that day. Whatever you had to face next, whatever challenges might come your way, you knew on your worst days Demetri would always be with you to help you overcome them, armed with all the latest mummyblog advice for you to rebuke.

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Logan Meets a Mer

Sanders Sides Fanfiction Virgil X Logan (Analogical) 3,133 Words   Ao3 Link

Logan was out on the sea yet again, dragged along with Roman and his self-proclaimed ‘merry crew’. He usually stuck to the lower decks, at his desk trying to study and write about any new findings he procured on these trips, but Roman called him and Remus, his co-captain and twin brother, up to the upper deck for a ‘bffs meeting’ as Remus called them. Or, you know, a top-secret meeting for the higher ranks, but tomato tomato. Little did he know he'd see something unbelievable that day.

Logan was out on the sea yet again, dragged along with Roman and his self-proclaimed ‘merry crew’. He usually stuck to the lower decks, at his desk trying to study and write about any new findings he procured on these trips, but Roman called him and Remus, his co-captain and twin brother, up to the upper deck for a ‘bffs meeting’ as Remus called them. Or, you know, a top-secret meeting for the higher ranks, but tomato tomato.

Logan sighed, putting a ribbon in his journal and his quill in his ink jar and going upstairs to where Roman and Remus were.

“Sir, this really isn’t a great time, I was about to-“

“Specs! How many times do I have to tell you now to call us sir! We think of you as an equal.”

“Yeah Logie-bear! Just because we’re captains and you’re not and we’re cool and you’re lame doesn’t mean we’re better than you!”

“Well, sirs,” Logan adjusted his glasses, “maybe if either of you simply called me my name, I wouldn’t be so inclined to not call you yours either.”

Roman loudly clapped his hands together, “Anyway! I have some very important and top-secret news for you all!”

“We have some top-secret news for you all! Jesus, Roman!”

Logan cleared his throat, “First of all, if both of you knew it shouldn’t be ‘you all’. Secondly, could you two please just tell me?”

“God, Logan, you’re no fun! Whatever,” Remus led the way to the back of the upper deck, pulling back a curtain to something Logan had never seen before. And that was saying something.

Logan looked up, mouth agape, at a merman. He always assumed they were just legend, he could barely believe his eyes. He slowly walked up to him, but when the merman started hissing he stopped advancing. The merman had short shoddily cut hair, giant pointy teeth, beautiful dark scales that shined purple in the light, left eye purple, right eye green, and scales on his face, specifically under his eyes.

“I, erm, you’re… magnificent.” Logan gaped, looking up at the mer.

The mer only hissed again, but if Logan hadn’t been so flustered himself he would’ve noticed the red forming on the fleshy parts of his face. Then, suddenly, the beautiful creature screamed .

A demonic double voice emanates from the beautiful beast, causing Logan, Roman, and Remus to hurriedly cover their ears. Eventually, it got high enough to break a glass mug, and then the mer took a break to breathe some.

Once he was done, Remus took down the net and looked at the two agape men, “Let’s get him downstairs. We don’t want the rest of the crew to see him.”

Logan and Roman nodded, finally broken from the trance, and helped Remus carry the now exhausted mer.

They laid him down in the tub for now, and Roman and Remus left, leaving Logan to watch him.

Logan scanned over the beautiful creature with his eyes, noticing his chest moving up and down. He has lungs. Good. He gently brushed his fingers against his tail, noticing the scales don’t feel… healthy. If he had been with the brothers when they caught the merman, he would’ve thrown him right back overboard. It’s dangerous and harmful to keep native sea life for too long, even though Logan wanted to study it far more than the crew presumably wanted to sell his scales.

Logan sighed, went to his room, got his journal and quill, and came into the bathroom to sit on the floor and write until the mer wakes up.

Sure enough, after about an hour and a half, the beautiful merman woke up. He slowly blinks his eyes open, but when he sees Logan, immediately starts hissing.

“Shh! You don’t want the boys to come!”

The mer turned his head in a questioning manner but ultimately quieted down.

Logan let out a relieved breath, “Thank you. Now, can you understand me?”

In response, he got a garbled mess of what sounded like dolphin noises? But then the mer coughed and replied, “Sorry, haven’t talked above water in awhile.”

“Fascinating! Do you have a name? Have you been above water before? Are your scales supposed to feel like that? Why do you have hair? Is heterochromia rare for merfolk too? Do baby mers nurse? How-”

“Hold up, you need to calm down like holy shit humans can talk. My name is Virgil. That’s all you really need to know right now.”

Logan sighs, “I suppose. Nice to meet you, Virgil, I’m Logan.” he held out his hand for Virgil to shake, and he just looked at it. “Very well, I understand your lack of trust towards me. If it means anything to you, if I were on the upper deck when you were caught, I wouldn’t have let them bring you on the ship.”

“Them?”

“Roman and Remus, the co-captains of this ship.”

“Co-captains?” Virgil said skeptically.

“I know, it’s idiotic, but their father only had one ship to give and they kept arguing about who could own it, eventually coming to the consensus that they could both be captain.”

They talked back and forth for about half an hour when Virgil started scratching at his scales. Logan grabbed his hand, and Virgil yanked it back aggressively, gently cradling it close to his chest.

“Apologies, I’m aware you’re not fond of… touch from me. I was simply trying to stop you from scratching, it can’t be good for you.”

“It gets this way when it hasn’t been in saltwater for too long.” Virgil snapped, anger clear in his tone.

Logan looked away, mumbling something.

“L? What was that?”

“Could I, erm, would you like me to let you go?”

“Dude that’s literally all I’ve wanted this whole time.”

“Oh. Ah, I see, you never said so.”

“I never thought you would say yes, and I thought my tone gave it away!”

“Apologies, again, I have trouble with emotions and tone and such,” there’s a long stretch of awkward silence, which Logan interrupts with, “anyway, escaping?”

“Oh, uh, yeah man I’d love that.”

“Very well. It’s almost sundown, after then the twins will go to the lower decks for supper and likely a party with the crew, then bed. It will not be suspicious for me to miss this, I rarely come anyway. If we stay quiet, they should not suspect a thing, and even if they hear my footsteps they will assume I’m coming out to look at and chart the stars like I do most nights. As long as we can hide the sound of your tail, we should be set.”

“That’s too many ‘should’s for me to be comfortable with. But, it’s the best plan we’ve got I guess.”

“Indeed.”

That night, everything surprisingly went off without a hitch. Logan managed to get Virgil off the side of the boat unharmed and undetected, but the next morning is where things get a little rough.

Logan looked out at the sea, sighed, and went back to his room. No going to sleep at this point, Logan decided to sit at his desk and write.

‘Sea Log #9.18 (CONT.)

Today, I met a rare creature I previously believed was simply a myth. I suppose the best name for him would be a merman.*

His scales were dark with a purple shine to him, and he thankfully was willing to answer some of my questions eventually,** but on this page, I have chosen to focus on this particular merman’s personality.

Once he trusted me enough to start speaking (English, surprisingly), he told me his name was Virgil. I learned that he doesn’t have many friends under the sea, just one best friend and a brother. His best friend’s name is Janus, he’s half eel as opposed to the more fish-like features Virgil has. His brother’s name is Patton, he’s very similar to Virgil, just with a blue shine to him and different scale placement on his face. He mentioned Patton’s vision is very bad, perhaps I could find a way to get a prescription and make waterproof glasses of some kind.

What am I saying, I likely will not see Virgil again, much less his family. I helped him escape, and I do not regret it.

Apologies, that was a falsehood. I do regret it, but not for the reasons I normally would. I feel something for this merman. I do not entirely know what, but it is something. I do know that I miss him. I miss him in a different way than I miss my work on land, closer to the way I miss my mother and Sparky, but still not quite.

I have made sure to leave space at the bottom of this page, so I will add more later. I believe Roman and Remus may be able to help me with this, but I will have to wait to ask. I didn’t bring any books on psychology along on this trip, and I suspect the twins will be less than pleased at me letting the merman go.

*double-check and correct if needed at a later date

**diagram and explanations on next two-page spread (pages 19-20)

Satisfied with his journal entry, Logan put his quill away and closed his journal, putting it away on the shelf above his desk.

He stretched his arms and glanced into his bathroom, seeing the light coming out and realizing he unintentionally pulled yet another all-nighter.

Sighing, he changes his clothes anyway to make it seem like he had slept, fixed his hair in the mirror, and started heading to the upper deck.

“Lo-lo! You’re finally up!”

“Sir, the sunrise just happened.”

“Ugh, you’re such a downer! Hey, where’d that mer get off to? I haven’t seen it since yesterday.” Roman asked whilst cleaning his sword.

“Sir, he is gone.”

“Gone?! Gone where?!” Remus screamed, Roman paused in his cleaning.

“I, ahem, I let him go.”

“You. WHAT.” Roman loudly stated in the most intimidating voice Logan had ever heard.

“Sir, it was inhumane to keep him here, you must know that.”

“It wasn’t human, Logan! Remus, throw him in a holding cell, we can’t trust him anymore.”

“Wait, sir-” muffled pleas continued to come from Logan as Remus muffled his mouth with his hand.

“Okie-dokie bro-bro!”

Remus quickly threw Logan into a cell, easily ignoring Logan’s cries as he did so. Logan wasn’t particularly known for his brawn, it wasn’t very hard to overpower him.

Remus waltzed on out, whistling as he went.

“Remus, didn’t Logan take the merman to his quarters?”

“Yeah, I think so, should we go check them out?”

Check them out, they did. In his quarters, the co-captains found his journal and Remus of course had no problem invading the sailing master’s privacy, so he opened it up immediately, flipping to the most recent page. On it, Remus saw a two-page spread of the merman, and when he went to the page before, his eyes widened.

“Roman, come here for a second.”

“What is it, Ree? You never use my whole name,” Roman looks over Remus’s shoulder, “holy shit. Remus, I think I’ve got a plan.”

They smirked at each other, taking the journal and going to the cell Logan was being held in.

“Hey, specs!” Roman yelled, causing Logan to quickly look up.

“Look what we found!” Remus holds the journal above his head mockingly.

Roman yanks the book out of Remus’s hand, “‘ I miss him in a different way than I miss my work on land, closer to the way I miss my mother and Sparky, but still not quite.’ You’re clearly in love with him, nerd! He must at least trust you, with all the personal info he gave you, so I think you’d make for perfect bait!”

“Wait, no! You can’t hurt him! It’s not our place, he belongs in the ocean!”

“Ooh, and maybe this Janus and Patton will come too, they sound pretty!”

“No! You can’t!”

The two twins just laughed. Remus opened the door to the cell and grabbed him, holding him while Roman put handcuffs on him, and then bringing him back to the upper decks. Once they get up there, Remus pushes Logan, making him stumble forwards, stepping on a net trap and effectively trapping him.

“Stop this at once! It’s not ethical! It’s not humane!”

“You can just say ‘right’ you know! Ugh, even when you’re dying you’re the biggest nerd in the seven seas,” Roman laughs while Remus just looks to the side.

Roman pulls a lever, pulling the net holding Logan up above their heads and putting him above the ocean.

“No!” Logan grunts, chained wrists grabbing the ropes.

“Yeah, keep that mouth talking, specs! The louder you yell, the faster that thing will come for you!”

Out of spite, the sailing master stays completely silent, not even moving enough to rustle the ropes.

He stays quiet for almost two hours, the co-captains trying everything they could think of without moving him from above the water to make the poor man yell, only making the ropes make some noise.

Eventually, Roman realizes he could look in Logan’s ship log for info on mers, and sees that they have an incredible sense of smell, especially when it comes to prey. They can apparently smell the blood of their prey and their friends, easily differentiating between them.

Roman smirked as he showed the line to Remus, but he just looked away again, “Ro, are you sure about this? I mean… I don’t wanna hurt him.”

“What are you talking about Ree, we need those scales!”

Remus raised his voice, alerting Logan of the argument, “No, you need those scales! I don’t care, Roman!”

“Oh fuck you, Remus. I’ll do it myself.”

Roman uses the lever to bring Logan close. He grabs his foot, yanking it through one of the squares in the net. Grabbing the boot and throwing it into the ocean, Roman uses his dagger and quickly slices the back of the struggling man’s ankle, hitting an artery before he levers him back over the water.

Logan tries to pull his foot back in the net but just ends up making the blood come out quicker.

Off in the distance, they hear a scream. Logan looks out to see a giant splash of water and what looks like but a black spec in the distance. He gulps.

The almost demonic screeching gets louder and louder until they see a giant splash right beside Logan’s net.

Virgil jumped up like a dolphin, doing a flip and diving back in, screeching the whole time. When he resurfaces to the right of Logan’s net, he hovers with the water just under his eyes for a second, and as he rises so his mouth is above water, two mers pop up behind him.

The one on the right of him has green and yellow scales covering the left half of his head, an eel eye on that side and a human eye on the other. The creature has long dark green hair growing out of the human half of his head which floats around him at the top of the water.

The other looks a lot like Virgil, with similar skin and hair tones, but instead of black scales with a purple shine, he has a grey tail with a blue shine to them. His scales also didn’t accumulate in certain spots like Virgil’s, they were speckled all over his face, like freckles.

“Virgil! You have to leave! It’s a trap!”

Virgil looked up towards the yell, eyes widening at the state Logan’s in. His bloody foot, broken glasses, his bruised cheek, and his reddened handcuffed wrists anger Virgil to the core. He sternly but lovingly says, “It’s okay Lo, we’ll get you out of there.” Virgil turns back to the co-captains, “Let him go, or we’ll sink your ship and take him ourselves!”

“Or,” Roman pulls out a pistol, mahogany with gold accents, and aims it at Logan, “We could shoot him now, and no one wins! Or I suppose you could give yourself and your little buddies over and he lives, whichever you prefer.” Roman smirks.

Remus gasped as he pulled out the gun and aimed it at Logan. “Ro, aren’t we taking this too far? We can’t kill Logan, right?”

“We’ll be fine without a sailing master for a couple days, Ree, we’ll kidnap a new one soon enough.”

“Roman, that’s not why and you know it!”

“Jesus Christ, Remus, we’re not gonna just give up mer scales for your stupid crush!”

“Why you-“ Remus growled, tackling Roman, making his finger slip and shoot the gun.

Time seemed to slow down for Logan as he did his best to get out of the way, the bullet hitting his shoulder. He yelled out, and Virgil screeched.

Virgil looked to the co-captains, eyes turning black, but was surprised to see Roman unconscious on the ground.

When everyone was shocked by the gunshot, Remus had hit Roman in the head with the butt of his dagger, effectively knocking him unconscious.

Remus and Virgil made eye contact, Remus sighing, “If I get the net into the water, can you help him? We don’t have a doctor.”

Virgil almost couldn’t hear Remus’s uncharacteristically quiet voice, but responded with a nod, “My brother knows healing magic.”

“Good.” Remus cut the rope to the net, making it fall into the water with a giant splash.

Virgil and the other mers immediately dove under, Virgil getting to the net first and cutting Logan free with his sharp teeth.

“Janus, cast the spell.”

“Got it,” the eel mer closed his eyes and brought his webbed hands to his temples, opening his now glowing eyes and saying, “KFIV VMVITB MLG HPRM ZMW YLMV IRHRMT ORPV GSV HSVKZIW GLMV.”

Logan opened his eyes and gasped, breathing water, and looked around confusedly. When he reached out for his glasses, he put more strain on his bullet wound, making more blood to float out of it and disappear into the water.

Virgil grabbed Logan’s glasses and handed them to him, continuing to scoop him up in his arms. “Shh, you’re okay now. I’ll explain everything as soon as we’re somewhere safe. Patton?” he held Logan out to the mer with a blue shine.

Patton nodded, gently touching Logan’s uninjured arm. Logan watched in amazement as the injuries on his arm and ankle went through an accelerated healing process, the bullet floating out of his arm and both wounds closing up until they were simply scars.

Virgil thanked the now panting Patton and closed his eyes as giant shadows enveloped the three merfolk and one human, transporting them away from Roman and Remus’s ship.

Don't freak out, there will be a sequel! It'll probably be in a bit though. I've already picked a prompt for it and a basic story outline though, so it's happening! Sorry this last chapter is so short, I just really felt that's where it ends. Oh and just an fyi Logan is (or was lol) Roman and Remus's sailing master, but he was not kidnapped! Pirates often kidnap sailing masters but Logan was there willingly. :) Everyone who read this story, you get a cookie! Anyone who solves the cipher gets a second cookie! Prompt: Trapped in a net

[luisa2swag]

Love me for me (2)

"If you're so great how come you don't know how to tie your shoes properly, doo-doo head ?" I shot back, taking a step closer with my chin up, finger pointing at his untied basketball shoes. Jungkook scoffed "why am I even here arguing with you? You sure talk a lot but you forget that your last name is Mcniplecocker. Thats an instant L"

he towered over you, chest looking larger than usual thanks to the tight white shirt that stuck to his body with sweat. Your eyes darted to his nipple and before he could even muster another insult, His nipples were firmly grasped between your thumbs and index fingers, twisting away with all your might.

Your lips tugged upwards in satisfaction when he let out a yell of surprise and pain.

"What the actual fuck?!" He backed away, freeing himself from your hands. You smirked "Now you know why my last name is Mcniplecocker. Because I twist nipples and I certainly do have a cock!"

You were shameless as you said theses words. Jungkook couldn't even bother thinking of something else to say other than "okay I'm leaving." As you watched him walk away from you in the empty classroom. You saw him turn the doorknob but he did not move.

Was he maybe going to say something?

The tugs at the door knob became more violent with each twist and you could see Jungkook losing patience. His shoulders slumped, "We're locked in."

"W-what?"

[THREE HOURS BEFORE BEING LOCKED]

"W-wow." You looked at the school in amazement, boxes in your hands, you watched as the other male students buzzled around campus with their parents and installed themselves into their dorms.

You didn't have the luxury of being here with your dad. Imagine one of the most wanted criminals in the past setting foot into a place filled with lawyers. Your plan would be immediately dead but most importantly, you'd be behind bars.

This school must of been as old as Harvard. The building resembled the ones they would teach about in history class -You know the medieval ages- only the inside had been done up.

They were the only University that didn't open its gates to every gender which only lured more male heirs from all over the planet.

Parents thought that no girls meant no distractions but what they failed to know was that in 2018,some boys didn't just like girls.

"Hey, do you want help? You seem lost.." startled at the sudden deep voice coming from your right side, you jumped a bit.

Turning around to take a look at who had the audacity to initiate a conversation with your lonely ass. To be completely honest, you had just been standing around, mouth agape, looking at boys passing you by.

Holy shit he's hot

Instantly, you felt blood rush to your cheeks, you hoped that he wouldn't notice. He stood tall compared to you, nose long and eyes almost rectangle-ish. The sun and the ore gold were both jealous of his heavenly skin. You watched as he ran a large hand through his chestnut hair.

"Uh-huh" was all you could muster. A frown draped itself on your features, realizing how dumb and un-dude-ish you just sounded. Maybe you shouldn't be so hard on yourself, nothing could prepare you to the fact that a freaking model would be here speaking to your thirsty ass.

"Are you perhaps looking for your dorm? I had tricky time finding mine too in my first year." His voice god his voice.

"Am Taehyung, by the way." He smiled, a smile so adorable you couldn't help but smile back too.

"Am Bob, yeah I think I need help."you smiled sheepishly, holding your box closer to your chest.

"Alright, ill need the number of your dorm."

"67-b"

"Ahhh, that's the law dorms. So you're a law student huh? So am I." He seemed excited. Long legs already taking the lead to find your dorm.

"Are you a third year student or ?" You asked, now entering the dorm you presumed to be yours.

"No, just a second year." He smiled.

You both walked in a comfortable silence until he stopped infront of a door. "67-b is here." He said with the nod of his head, leaning against the wall near the door.

"Do we usually have roommates?" You read that since it was such a prestigious and little school, they would give you your own room but you needed to be sure. You didn't want any surprises. "Yeah it'll just be you in there." He affirmed with his usual dashing smile.

"Official classes start in two days but if you want, you could still go check out the classrooms. There won't be any teachers so make sure you leave the door open or else you might be surprised."

"Oh okay." You didn't bother dropping your voice a couple octaves, sure that in the near future where you could be possibly drunk or inattentive, It'd royally fuck you up. You found it to be a better idea to stick to your normal low but warm voice and let the guys think that "oh, his voice sounds slightly feminine!"

You took a step back, hoodie floating around your body and hiding your womanly curves the best it could, you bowed slightly "thank you so much. I hope I'll see you around school!" You actually did hope to see him around .

Not only was he devilishly handsome but very sweet. You wouldn't mind spending time with him all while gawking at his beauty greater than the Greek gods. "If you want, in about three hours I'll be able to hang. I would've been available way sonner if it wasn't for the fact that we both need to unpack a little bit. We could meet up at your new law class? What do you say?" He pointed finger guns at you, only making you blush more.

Fuck he doesn't even know I am a girl and here I am blushing like a schoolgirl just because he invited me to hang out.

"I'd love to I-I mean yeah, that be cool dude." Awkwardly, you raised a fist in the air which he happily bumped. "Okay I'll be off now!"

And just like that, the chestnut haired boy was out of your feet with hop of his own. Leaving you to unpack with the sound of 90's music from your cellphone.

Your room was a decent size, a simple bed on the left with a desk on the right, a tiny kitchen area and out and down the hallways were the shared bathrooms.

You took out the basics, some clothes, toothbrush, the frozen goods your dad had cooked you and bedsheets. You'd finish up your room later,after seeing Taehyung.

Yeah, I'll do this as soon as I get back!

[thirty minutes before being locked]

Your room looked neat. There were still some boxes here and there but you promised yourself to unpack them as soon as you got back.

Now you had changed into a comfortable black t-shirt and joggers.You made sure to duck-tape your breast, of course.

You stepped outside, the sun hung lower but still shined and the wind blew, giving you a comfortable breeze. The other students also seemed to take this evening as a chance to explore the campus more.

You watched as two boys ran, almost bumping you on their way. The shorter one with plump lips turned and blurted a bunch of apologizes before his taller lean friend dragged him by the collar. "Cmon Jimin, we need to get him !" And they were gone, leaving you to wonder exactly who they were going to get.

You continued making your way to the class, eventually finding it.

It was spacious just like in the movies about college life. You quickly found yourself a the front where the teacher desk was but before that you made sure to keep the door open, starring into space and waiting for the young man. You heard foot-steps and a smile already adorned your features.

You turned around, waiting to be met with the chestnut haired boy but you were just met face to face with a chestnut haired boy, that wasn't your chestnut haired boy.

"Erm, sorry." You squirmed away as the buff boy with the angular nose reached to grab something behind you.

"Were you really trying to steal the notes professor had prepared for me?" He took out a sheet of paper almost out of thin air and you just stared in amazement until it hit you.

Hold on, did this guy just accuse me ?

"W-what? I didn't even know that was there. I don't even know who you are!" Brows twisted together in confusion, you couldn't help but dart your eyes to the paper and to his piercing gaze, examining me like a corpse.

I gulped when he crossed his arms over his chest, oblivious to his flexing, he stood about one head and a half taller than me.

"You're lying. Everyone knows me." He scoffed, confident in the words he spoke as I blinked away, still In confusion.

"Come again?" I tried, I really genuinely had no clue who this dude was. I mean yeah he's kinda cute or whatever but with an attitude like that, I don't see him having any friends.

"Of course you would play dumb, well you are dumb for trying to steal my notes. Maybe you should take the initiative like me and ask teachers to prepare you notes of everything you'll have to study for the semester." His thin upper lip twitched upwards, his eyes trailing over my body, probably judging.

"I wouldn't be so quick to judge lil punk, school hasn't even started yet and to inform you, i am the smartest student here, I don't need your bitchass notes to be able to catch up on class before class has even started."ooooh I burned his bunny looking ass!

A smirk adorned my full lips when I noticed the blush spread across his cheeks like wildfire. I watched as his confident facade slowly broke when he took a step back.

"I guess you really don't know me then, my name is Jeon Jungkook." Now he was the one with the smirk.

I deadpanned, "Uh, yeah I totally know you. Omg I cant believe I didn't realize sonner!" Arms crossed, I rolled my eyes.

"Think harder dumbass. Jeon Jungkook, doesn't that ring any bells?"

I thought hard, past all the cat memes, gta on PlayStation 2 cheat codes, my club penguin password, the pin of my first iPod. Past all the unnecessary things my brain stored I finally found what he has hinting.

All boys : Great Jeon University

It couldn't be, no .

Or could it be ? With my luck it could. His smile grew larger as he saw my eyes widen in shock. "Don't tell me this is some crappy wattpad plot where your family happens to own this school?" I already dreaded the answer I knew I would get. "Yes it is." His chest proudly rose.

"Well I couldn't care less , dumbass." I stated, indifferent.

"I just told you that my family basically owns this place and you don't give a shit?" Index pointed at my face, he asked dumbfounded. Not sure if my lack of respect for him should be a good thing or not. "You have a lot of guts for saying that to the great Jeon."

"If you're so great how come you don't know how to tie your shoes properly, doo-doo head ?" I shot back, taking a step closer with my chin up, finger pointing at his untied basketball shoes. Jungkook scoffed "why am I even here arguing with you? You sure talk a lot but you forget that your last name is Mcniplecocker. Thats an instant L" Your eyes twitched confused, how did he know your name? Then your orbs wondered down to your shirt who haired had gifted you as a joke with your fake name written just above your left tit.

he towered over you, chest looking larger than usual thanks to the tight white shirt that stuck to his body with sweat. Your eyes darted to his nipple and before he could even muster another insult, His nipples were firmly grasped between your thumbs and index fingers, twisting away with all your might.

Your lips tugged upwards in satisfaction when he let out a yell of surprise and pain.

"What the actual fuck?!" He backed away, freeing himself from your hands. You smirked "Now you know why my last name is Mcniplecocker. Because I twist nipples and I certainly do have a cock!"

[taehyung pov]

I don't remember the building being so far... I entered the law block, nothing but the sound of my sneakers against the wood floor could be heard. Hallways were clear and so was the sky this evening. I smiled thinking of the new friend I had made.

Pat pat pat I whipped my head around st the sudden running noise "Jimin? Namjoon?" My brows arched in confusion, I watched how they frantically started shouting my name.

I looked back to the front

The class where I had so kindly asked you to meet up with me was maybe twenty steps away

I couldn't just blow you off, no that wasn't something I'd want at all.

But with a blink of an eye and a stumbling Jimin, we we're passed the door and left behind a loud clacking noise. In fear of having accidentally closed the door shut, I twisted my neck to look back all while running with the two grown man looped around my arms. "J-Jimin, the d-door!" I let out breathless, heart thumping

"Guys -wait there's someone-" Jimin quickly interrupted "Yoongi snuck a girl on campus!" I looked back again, wishing that my gut feeling was wrong, wishing I hadn't just locked someone in a classroom.

She might be late, everyone comes late nowadays! I reassured myself.

With a aggressive tug of my sleeve from Namjoon, I realized that I didn't have a choice.

I'll come back later, I promise.

[Narrator pov] You were shameless as you said theses words. Jungkook couldn't even bother thinking of something else to say other than "okay I'm leaving." As you watched him walk away from you in the empty classroom. You saw him turn the doorknob but he did not move.

Was he maybe going to say something?

The tugs at the door knob became more violent with each twist and you could see Jungkook losing patience. His shoulders slumped, "We're locked in."

"W-what?"

[lovecaitlined]

Chemistry // College! Jungkook AU BTS fic

College! Jungkook AU

In which everyone’s favorite maknae is your shy lab groupmate in Chemistry...and soon, your best friend too...

Who doesn’t know Jeon Jungkook?

Well...a lot of people, actually...

Including yourself.

He’s not the most talkative person in class—

Actually, you’d go as far as to call him shy and introverted,

which is saying a lot, considering how quiet you yourself are.

He seems pretty nice, though!

The first time you noticed him, like really noticed him, was when he sat diagonally in front of you in organic chemistry class,

And you couldn’t help but notice his cute dimple, and the glistening single earring in his left ear as he bent over his desk to take down notes.

OrgChem was that one subject you dreaded every single MWF,

Like sure, you had a pretty good prof who was great at explaining things, but it still managed to melt your brain like all those chemical concoctions.

His cute face sort of brightened up your day, even though he was pretty silent and spent all his time pushing up his glasses nervously with his left hand and furiously scribbling down notes with his right.

And speaking of chemical concoctions...

He was your groupmate in lab!

Other than being in your OrgChem class, you didn’t really notice him much until you realized he was your lab groupmate.

You actually feel kind of bad because you’re usually lost during lab...

Your 3rd groupmate was usually MIA (rumor has it that he left school to become a K-pop trainee), and well, let’s face it: You weren’t the brightest Bunsen burner in the room.

You were usually lost af...

As if pre-lab and post-lab weren’t already hell enough to process, you had the entire experiment to get over with.

Other groups boded well, you were sure of it,

But you were just always so lost?!

The heat of the lab would get to you, your eyes claustrophobic behind ginormous goggles, your hands sweating in gigantic white gloves,

And let’s not forget your lab coat, which was two sizes too big for you.

Jungkook didn’t seem to notice, though...

Actually, he didn’t seem to notice anything—

Or so you thought.

Anyway, Jungkook was always so nice.

He’d always let you order him around

Well, not really order. But you didn’t get a thing.

“Jungkook, did you get what Ma’am said? What was that about combining Test Tube A and Test Tube B—”

“She means to heat up the contents of Test Tube A first in the beaker before adding in Test Tube B. Here, I’ll do it for you.”

“No, no, that’s okay! That’s fine! Um...how do you turn on the Bunsen burner?”

You were a hopeless case.

But Jungkook didn’t mind!

In fact, he was so nice about it.

He was always so patient and willing to teach you everything.

Soon, you became less lost and you began to feel less guilty for how much he was carrying your group since you actually got to do you part now.

You soon began to appreciate Jungkook for who he really was.

A quiet dude, but really sweet and kind at that.

An introvert, but passionate in his studies.

He wasn’t one of those people who topped the class, but he did get good grades, mostly A’s and the occasional B+.

He was probably gonna get an A- in OrgChem, and frankly, you were slightly jealous.

But you really admired the passion and dedication he put into his studies, as well as his work ethic.

And Jungkook may be shy, but he was starting to warm up to you, too!

Like he’d flash you a smile from beneath those huge goggles during lab...

Or he’d crack a joke or two once in a while.

His favorite prank was dropping some explosive substance into the flames and silently laughing at your horrified face every time you yelled, “NO!!!!!!!!!”

He was always so quiet, so serious, so focused,

But in between lulls in the lesson, or waiting for something to change color, you guys would talk.

It was nothing much, just a lil small talk at first,

But they soon became full-fledged conversations.

Jungkook originally wanted to be a musician, but his parents wanted him to become a doctor. He refused, but as a compromise, he had to take chemical engineering instead.

You’d have taken chemical engineering too, but you thought you would find it too difficult. Chem wasn’t your strong point. So here you were, a civil engineering student, with a minor in Chemistry.

You told Jungkook how much you hated OrgChem and you were surprised when he said he could tutor you.

“Oh no, it’s fine! Really. You don’t have to—”

“I mean, I’m busy, but I could...”

You guys resolved to have him teach and clarify for you the hard bits of the lesson during lab when the experiments weren’t too busy...

And Jungkook had such a smooth voice, and he was pretty good at explaining things.

(Actually, you could see traces of his musical inclination here and there—he sang and hummer to himself a bit while listening to your professor)

Your chem grades improved; sure, they didn’t soar as high as his did, but that B+ was something to be proud of.

Even after the sem had ended, you’d still see him the next year around campus

You’d always bump into each other and exchange greetings.

“Hey, what’s up?”

You two ran into each other more than you should have, though

And since you had the same lunch break some days, you both thought, Why not eat with each other?

So eat with each other you did, and you enjoyed having him as a lunch buddy.

He was pretty cute with that sweet smile and dimple, but well, you weren’t ready to admit that to yourself, yet.

So you two would have lunch together at times,

Nothing fancy, though, just standard college cafeteria good, although you had to admit the food was pretty solid for what it was

And the company made it taste even better.

Jungkook became more animated when he was around you

Or at least you thought so.

One of his friends, Jimin, was in your English Literature class and one day, completely out of the blue when you were paired for a Shakespeare reading, he sincerely thanked you for being nice to his friend.

To which you were like, “Oh, no! It’s no problem! He’s probably helped me a lot more than I’ve helped him—”

But Jimin just replied, with a small, knowing smile on his face, “Trust me. I know. So thank you.”

“Jungkook has been happier these days because of you,” he added.

You felt kind of flustered and flattered and thanked him in a hurry before sprinting off to your next class. What was that about?

But honestly, you didn’t really mind having Jungkook around, either...

After a month or two, your friends would notice you hanging out more and more together...and would tease you about it...

They’d ask, “Are you and that guy, you know, a thing?”

To which you’d reply, “Me and Jeon Jungkook? No, no,” while laughing nervously.

But lunch buddies became library buddies became official friends...

Jungkook and you would talk a lot, about your hopes and dreams for the future.

“I want to be a singer or a musician or something,” he admitted to you sheepishly one day. “I mean, I know it’s ridiculous, because, don’t laugh, I’m, well, shy and all, but I’ve really wanted to be one for quite some time now!”

“I would never laugh at you!” you’d tell him. “In fact, that’s great. As your friend, I support.”

He looked a little sad that day, but you didn’t think too much about it.

After all, you kind of envied him a bit then and there. Imagine having so much passion and hard work for a dream, and working so diligently at a college course you weren’t even interested in.

At least he had dreams. What did you have?

Must be nice to have you ish together.

But you two continued to hang out more and more.

One day, after your Coding class, you walked out the computer lab to find him standing in the hallway.

You looked at him, agape. “J...Jungkook?”

He looked sheepish. “Hey.”

You smiled. “How did you know my schedule?”

“I, uh, you must have sent it to me once.”

“Ah. I see.”

Awkward silence.

Then, you asked, “Did...did you want to tell me something?”

He grinds his teeth. “Erm, yeah. Do you want to have dinner with me on Friday night?”

Your eyes widened. “What?!” you exclaimed.

“Ah, no, no, no!” he said, shaking his head and waving his hands quickly. “You...you don’t have to if you don’t want to!”

You laughed. “Calm down! I mean...I would love to! I’m just...shocked, I guess, that you would ask me that.”

He smiles, showing his dimply face again, while looking at the ground. “Yeah.”

It was Wednesday then. It took all of two days for that fated night to come,

And you weren’t gonna deny, you thought about it constantly all the time.

You didn’t really have any classes with him anymore then, but it was still strange that you didn’t seem him anywhere around campus, almost as if...as if he were avoiding you? Your anxiety began to kick in: What if he stood you up?

No. No, no, no. Stop that, you told yourself. You’re being ridiculous. Jungkook would never do that.

He met you outside your dorm at exactly 6pm. He was dressed casually but nicely, in a white button-down and jeans, and beat-up sneakers.

You had on a nice halter top and denim skirt, with the strappy, pointy black flats you got on sale recently. You hoped you weren’t underdressed.

He smiled when he saw you at the doorway. “You look great! Shall we?”

The night went pretty well!!! You two had dinner in that new pasta restaurant a few train stops away from the university, and you walked around the park for a bit.

Talking. That’s what you did. You’d never seen Jungkook more animated than ever then, and you didn’t have to try, either. The conversation flowed as smoothly and nicely as could be. It was, frankly, invigorating.

By the time you guys cared to check the time again, it was getting late. Jungkook looked at his watch. “9PM. Your dorm curfew is 10, right?”

You nodded. “Right.”

“Well, let’s catch the bus now while there still time...” his voice trailed off. “But first...”

There was an element of alarm in his voice, making you look up. “Yes?”

Jungkook takes a deep breath. “I...I wanted to tell you something.”

Your heart drops.

“I...I like you.”

You’re not sure just exactly what you felt at that moment, but you smiled. Finally, after months and months of getting to know each other and friendship.

Honestly, you weren’t sure either. But he was the sweetest and kindest person in the world, and you were glad you met him.

Jungkook wouldn’t look you in the eye any longer after he said that, so you take your hand and make sure you make eye contact with him.

“Jeon Jungkook, I like you, too.”

He looked up to you then and smiled the biggest smile you’d ever seen him smile.

Jungkook isn’t a guy of many words, but that’s okay, so are you

Though arguably, you’re the more talkative, more animated one in your relationship.

Your friends and his friends would tease you too, saying things like, “Finally” or “It’s been months!” or “I bet he only said ‘I like you’ for his confession instead of some grand speech” and, well...couldn’t really argue with that.

But his conversations with you are always your favorite, because that’s when you see him for who he truly is, and because that’s when he pours his heart out.

You two are only yourselves when you’re with each other, after all.

(Even when he begins to show his crazier side, like pranking you, scaring you, or making horrible puns like “I guess we really had some chemistry, huh,” and you really want to smack him but you don’t because you love him that much.)

He’s still very passionate about the things he loves, like music and chemistry, which you love—

And he would never stop to work hard at fulfilling his dreams.

But you know what that means?

It means that he’s really passionate about you, too.

The End

♡

[leal-5]

Tomb of Time Destiny Chapter 22 Part 2

He smiled an eensy smile, just a half-second of a tiny upturning of his thin lips. "I'll return this evening to apply more medicine to your wound."

"Thank you," I said, watching him scurry past Jellal and out the door.

Simon looked at Juvia with a grin. "My cousins and I would be in your debt if you would allow us to bring you out to the games. The people-" He paused to look over his shoulder, as if he could see through the stones-"they won't leave until they see all of you. Especially Juvia, there is much concern over the wounded she-wolf"

"J-juvia does not know if she'll be able to handle it," Juvia said while fiddling with her thumbs.

He took a step into the room, lifting a hand as if beseeching her. "We'll carry you in on a settee!"

I lifted a brow. "That would be quite dramatic."

"Your sisters have already agreed to give a demonstration of their archery skills," he said, looking to Lucy and Levy.

"We hardly had a choice!" Lucy said, raising her hands.

"Nope," Simon said with a smile. "I think it will be the most interesting part of the games. Everyone is dying to beat them."

Juvia and I smiled then, too. "Juvia must attend, then. But only if she and Erza wager a small fortune before the event takes place."

Jellal smiled "You'll have a hard time finding takers. Most want to place their hopes on your sisters' shoulders."

"Except one," Levy said, meeting his eyes.

"Pay Bora no mind," Simon said with a wave of his hand. "He's been the champion when it comes to archery. He needs to learn how to be a good sport when faced with a more skilled challenger."

Juvia and I looked over to Levy and Lucy's direction. They were nervous.

Bora. The creepy, tall guy who hung out with Carmen and her entourage.

"Don't worry! Your days of fear are over. There are only friends among us. Loyal town folks."

We glanced at each other again. We clearly didn't agree with him.

"You will attend?" Jellal asked, his eyes shifting between Juvia and I. Simon looked so hopeful and excited that I felt powerless to say anything but yes.

Light filled his eyes and smiled widely. "Mira will come for you in an hour. There will be shade, and if you feel faint, just lift this," he said, pulling a handkerchief from his pocket, "and you'll be returned to your room immediately."

Juvia nodded as he handed her the handkerchief.

"Well, we need to get going there is still a lot of preparations to tend to," Simon said with extra vigor now that he had our assurance that we were attending and with that he and Jellal exited the room.

Juvia POV

"Oh, my...." Levy whispered as we looked at the full-length body mirror after in front of us. We spent three long and tedious hours doing each other's hair and putting on our gorgeous gowns on, and let me tell you, it was worth it.

"Man, you guys, we're.....gorgeous." Erza breathed while walking closer to the mirror as if she couldn't believe it.

"That's a good thing, right?" I asked while tentatively moving in my dress to see if it didn't brush against my wound. It didn't, Gray was very precise about this dress.

"Not when there are two girls out there," Lucy murmured while touching her hair, "barely able to keep themselves from clawing your eyes out."

Erza was silent for a moment before asking out of the blue. "Tell me about Bora."

Lucy and Levy shifted and fiddled their thumbs. Erza and I studied them carefully. Clearly, something had happened based on their nervous reaction

"Levy-" I began.

"We couldn't help it." Levy lifted her big, hazel eyes and stared at us pleadingly.

"What? What'd you do?"

"He was taunting us. Saying that we probably hit the knights in Phantom Lord by accident- that Levy was too short and that I was aiming in another direction."

A dark aura began radiating from Erza but she kept her cool. "And?"

"Some other guy began laughing at us and w-we started to cry-"

"It was either that or draw my arrow and split his head open, I swear," Lucy interjected in anger.

"But then Gajeel and Natsu figured out what had happened and started to get all angry and...."

"What did they do?" I asked.

Lucy and Levy blushed a bit- from embarrassment? Or something else?

"Natsu belted Bora-"

"And Gajeel decked the guy that laughed at us."

"They what?!" We shrieked, totally not in excitement for my ships, of course, that would ve totally unprofessional of me.

"And what did they do?" I asked in full gossip mode, referring to Bora and the other guy.

"Well, the guy that laughed apologized. Bora on the other hand..." Levy trailed off.

"I think Bora's a little afraid of Natsu. He pretended to go after him, but only when he was really sure that others would stop him." Lucy shook her head. "I don't like the way he looks at us. It's like he knows. Or he's trying to figure us out, figure out how he can bring us down."

"Don't let him get to you," I said.

She hesitated.

"What?" I said.

She licked her lips. "I saw him, earlier. He was whispering in Carmen's father's ear. He ate lunch beside Carmen. He's more than friends with them. He's close to them."

"Well, it makes sense," Erza said with a nod of her head. " He was here with Carmen when we first arrived, almost like a guardian or something."

"We should've just left when-"

"We're here. Juvia thinks we should see it through. Maybe with this pain medicine we'll be able to escape tonight. With all the comings and goings of the feast, we'll probably be more successful than last time."

"Last time?" Levy asked.

"Erm, We tried to escape to the tombs to find you guys but we got caught before we could even put a decent amount of distance between us and Fairy Tail."

"And they dragged you back here," Lucy said, amused.

"Well, yeah," I said, with a pout. "But anyway, you can't win today." I looked at them suddenly serious. "Let Bora win. It's not worth it, invoking his wrath."

Levy and Lucy frowned, struggling with that idea.

"B-but argh! he's such a pompous, egotistical jerk." Levy fumed while stomping her little foot.

"I agree, but it's not worth making this deal more complicated. It's already complicated enough with just us being here. Erza pointed out.

"Yeah I guess," Levy said, pretty much giving up at that point.

"Besides, this is probably a historic event anyway, right? We probably shouldn't mess with it." Lucy said.

Cause y'know, it's not like we didn't change their history with our arrival at all.

[dragonflybelle]

Osomatsu-san PS Vita game translation - Karamatsu 03 – A star is born!?

Karamatsu: Sigh... the peaceful breeze... and the shiny sky... Underneath which I sit in melancholy. Heh, in my heart there is always loneliness... That’s right, come down to me, come down to me...! The eight beat which marks the passage of eternal time, the angel melody which illuminates the future...! Todomatsu: Karamatsu-niisan, shut up already. Karamatsu: Eh. Choromatsu: We’re watching TV here. Your mumbling some weird poem is getting in the way. And it’s painful. Karamatsu: I’m sorry, my brother. Choromatsu: Be quiet. Sigh, let’s keep watching... Female presenter: Yes, in other words, recently Super Weird Names, names even weirder than regular weird names, have grown popular. We’ll reveal some amazing names after the break. Choromatsu: What’ll it be this time... Todomatsu: I bet they’ll be more normal sounding than ours. Karamatsu: (I guess my voice is less important than the TV. At this rate, my voice is just going to be background noise... What should I do to get my brothers to acknowledge me...!?) TV commercial: Announcing the Search for the Next Generation Star Audition! The grand prize is a debut song with a super big tie up! Karamatsu: !!

TV commercial: And all applicants can take part in the regional auditions! We will definitely evaluate you face to face! The next generation star is you! Karamatsu: The next generation star is... me!!

Choromatsu: Shut up. Karamatsu: Right, so that was it... I finally understood what my calling is just now...! My experience with the drama club, my howling guitar technique, and my sexy voice.. I can make use of all of them! There’s no time to waste. I have to apply to audition right away!! 

Todomatsu: Uwah, he went off like he’s definitely planning to do it. Choromatsu: Seriously, even though the winner for these regional auditions had already been decided. Entering is pointless. Todomatsu: Eh, what do you mean? Choromatsu: Totty, you’re forgetting who the cutest indie idol in town is, aren’t you? That is... Staff: This is the venue for the regional Search for the Next Generation Star auditions. Participants, please line up.

Karamatsu: Heh... I can see it! I can clearly see stardom racing towards me! Heh... there’s not a soul giving off an aura which suggests that they could compete with me. I’ve as good as won the regional auditions already... Hmm? What is that crowd of people?

Choromatsu: Cute! Super cute! Osomatsu, Ichimatsu, Jyushimatsu and Todomatsu: You’re the cutest in the world!! Karamatsu: B, brothers!? And... Totoko: Keep going, everyone! Make more of a fuss of me!

Karamatsu: Totoko-chan!

Choromatsu: You’re super cute! Totoko! You’ve won the regional auditions for sure!! Totoko: Tee hee hee, thank you all. Totoko is going to finally make her national debut and become the country’s representative fish idol. Karamatsu: (If I take part in the audition as I am now, I’m certain to win the regionals...! Totoko-chan will lose. My presence will get in the way of Totoko’s dream... There’s no way I can commit such a guilty crime. But I want to take part in the audition too! I want to become a star too... ...That’s it!) Karamatsu: Totoko-chan, I’ve got something to talk to you about. Totoko: Eh...? Choromatsu: Hey, hey! Amateurs can’t talk to an idol before the main show! Todomatsu: It’s just too bad for you, Karamatsu-niisan. As long as Totoko-chan takes part, there’s no way you can make it through the regional auditions. Karamatsu: Heh... it’s true that as things are now, it’ll be either Totoko-chan or me who make it through the audition. In other words, it’s dead or die...! But if me and Totoko were to enter as a unit, we would share a common destiny. Won’t you secure a major debut with me, Totoko-chaaaa Totoko: Hah!!!!

Karamatsu: Gah!! Ichimatsu: How like you, Totoko-chan. Even your killing body blow is cute. Jyushimatsu: Cute! Totoko-chan is cute!! Totoko: Tee hee hee hee, I know❤️ Ah, stardom is finally racing toward me...! Staff: Yowai Totoko, please prepare for judging. Totoko: Guys, watch me, alright! I’ll show you my brilliant acting. Osomatsu, Choromatsu, Ichimatsu, Jyushimatsu and Todomatsu: Yes!! Staff: This is the script we want you to read. It’s been chosen randomly from a number of variations, but please try not to show it to the other participants. Karamatsu: (Several variations of script... As a former member of the drama club, the genre intrigues me. Will it be a comedy, or maybe something serious?) Totoko: Right, thank you for the script. Tee hee hee, acting is a cinch for me. What, this script... Judge A: Yes, next participant. Totoko: T, thanks for waiting! It’s everyone’s fish idol, Yowai Totoko! Choromatsu: Totoko-chan, you’re so cute! Super cute! Totoko-chan! Judge B: We don’t need any self-introductions, so please hurry up and read the script. Totoko: !! O, ok... I... of... with... the... Erm... Karamatsu: (What!? She’s not performing at all!? What on Earth does that script say?) Osomatsu: What’s wrong, Totoko-chan? We can’t hear you at all.

Choromatsu: It looks like Totoko’s nervous because she doesn’t have much acting experience. But her sincere performance will surely reach the judges. Judge A: Alright, you can go now. Judge B: Right. Totoko: Arghh. I can’t read something so difficult! Choromatsu: Totoko-chan!! We’re here for you!! Osomatsu, Ichimatsu, Jyushimatsu and Todomatsu: We’re here! Totoko: Hah...! Let’s do it, Totoko fans. Operation Fish!! Choromatsu: We’re ready! Karamatsu: Buckets filled with a ton of fish!? Where’d you get those from, Choromatsu? Choromatsu: Totoko-chan, take these!

Totoko: Yes! You small fry judges! Here, have some small fry! Osomatsu, Choromatsu, Ichimatsu, Jyushimatsu and Todomatsu: Uoooo!! Karamatsu: They, they threw it at them!! They threw fish at the judges using the same trick that Totoko-chan used at her concert before! (But when you think about it, the judges are only human. Maybe they’ll be moved by the kindness of receiving by such a large amount of fish and Totoko will be successful after all...!? Judge A: Please get off the stage at once. Judge B: That is an instant fail. Totoko: N, no way...! Karamatsu: (No, it was no good after all...) Totoko: Sob, sob... I can’t believe I failed. And I only did it because I wanted everyone to be happy... Choromatsu: What awful judges, don’t they understand what makes a good idol...! Staff: Matsuno Karamatsu, please prepare for judging. Karamatsu: (Here we go!!!!!!) Staff: This is the script. The judging will start in five minutes time, so please read it beforehand. Karamatsu: Y... yes sir...! (Calm down, calm down Karamatsu! Remember your time in the drama club...! ) S, so what is the script about... !! T, this is...! (I can’t read it! The vocabulary is too difficult, I don’t understand what it’s about at all!! I can’t even think about how I would perform this!!) ...So this was the trap that Totoko fell in to...! This is quite the hard trial. W, what should I do, I only have five minutes left! Erm, erm, at times like this all I can do is ask that person...!) Karamatsu: Hello, it’s me, Karamatsu! There’s something I have to talk to you about urgently. I’m currently auditioning to become a star. That’s shows a great amount of effort for a NEET, right? But I can’t read the script for the performance at all. How do I survive this dangerous trail!? ...No, no, please leave the comments about me being painful even when I’m in a hurry until later...!

Option One: I think you should study acting first... Karamatsu: What? If I’m going to do this, then I should study acting properly at a drama school...? That’s not something that will help me now, my big chance to be a star is right in front of me. Staff: Matsuno Karamatsu, please go on the stage. Karamatsu: Ahh... I’m out of time... Karamatsu: (After that I went on stage and just stood not reading anything... Of course, I lost the audition big time and that was the end of that.)

Karamatsu: I’m home... Are my brothers at Totoko-chan’s place? Huh? This letter is addressed to me. What’s inside... A introduction to a drama school!? So that person sent this...? ...That person believes that if I study, I can become a star for sure. So that I can live up to her expectations, I’ll give it a go. To school or wherever! Karamatsu: And I attended a drama school for several months... and I was reborn!! Staff: Right, so one male participant, ok? Karamatsu: Thank you, my lady. Staff: Hah...? Karamatsu: (The elegant demeanour that I learned by being on the stage, my technique for saying any line in a cool way.) Staff: This singles party is about to begin. Please wait right here. Karamatsu: (But right now I am a newbie who only just graduated, so I don’t have any work. I thought that if I went to all kinds of parties and sold myself, I’d be able to get some kind of job through a connection...)

Osomatsu: Hey, it’s Karamatsu, what are you doing? Karamatsu: Osomatsu!? What are you doing here... Todomatsu: Seriously, you guys stress out too much. We’re obviously all here for the singles party. Karamatsu: R, right. (So does that mean Osomatsu and Todomatsu went to the drama school after seeing the introduction from that person too?) Karamatsu: Did you two come in to increase your number of girls before you get too busy? Todomatsu: You’re the same as always, Karamatsu-niisan. There’s no way you could debut after going to that drama school. Osomatsu: I thought that if I studied acting, it would come in handy in places like this. Like to trick someone into marrying me and then take their money? Karamatsu: Y... you, you fiend! Todomatsu: You’re too low, Osomatsu-niisan. That’s just a crime. I’m trying to be a male gold digger with the skills I learned at drama skill. Karamatsu: That’s not really much different from Osomatsu... Osomatsu: Ah, I’ve just spotted a sitting duck. I’m off. Todomatsu: I’m going to look for a cute girl. Karamatsu: (...It appears that my brothers have also developed in their own ways after going to drama school. At this rate, I’ll become a top star in the not too distance future too...) Option Two: Why not try to appeal to the judges another way?

Karamatsu: ...I should give up on being judged on my acting and try to appeal with another of my personal charms? Karamatsu: (There’s certainly no way I can practice something in the remaining five minutes. That was incredibly sensible advice.) Judge A: Ok, next person. Karamatsu: Matsuno Karamatsu... my other name is Loneliness Only Guy. I’m a sinful guy who immediately hurts the people around me when I open my mouth. Judge B: We don’t need to hear your self-introduction, so please read the... Karamatsu: I don’t need it!! This script written by someone else!! Choromatsu: Eh, hey, what’s he doing!? Tearing up the script, is he mad!? Karamatsu: Because I will decide the words I say. It’s not something somebody else can direct. Choromatsu: Then go home!! Karamatsu: Let’s go, Jyushimatsu. That poem we made under the sunshine!

Jyushimatsu: Got it, Karamatsu-niisan! Choromatsu: Jyushimatsu!? If you go up on the stage too, we won’t be able to get him under control...! Karamatsu: Let’s go, Jyushimatsu. Jyushimatsu: Oh! Karamatsu: I am Karamatsu, a sinful man. Jyushimatsu: Aye! Karamatsu: One of six? No, no, I am always an only loneliness sexy boy. Jyushimatsu: Aye aye! Karamatsu: But, still, sextuplets are always a set. I am not sold separately. Ichimatsu: ...Shut up!

Osomatsu: Uh oh, Ichimatsu’s snapped! Ichimatsu: Shut up, Shittymatsu!! Karamatsu: Fugyabo!! Judge A: ...Excuse me, can all of you leave as soon as possible. Judge B: Should I call the police? Karamatsu: N... no... way...

Karamatsu: Sigh... The moonlight illuminates me... Is my poem is always loneliness after all? Underneath the moonlight, shall I send this sexy boy’s poem to the Karamatsu Girls of the world yet unseen? Ahh, beyond the night sky and me! Even amongst the beautiful stars, the one who shines the most is me... Ichimatsu: Shittymatsu, shut up!! Karamatsu: Fugyabo!! H, hey, wait... Arghh! I’m falling off! Ichimatsu: Ahh, that feels better. Never let me here that annoying voice again. Karamatsu: U, Ugh... I’ll never compromise my mysterious cool loneliness charm...! Option Three: I’ll tell you how to read the words Karamatsu: I, I see...! That’s how you read this! I owe you one. Judge A: Right, next person. Karamatsu: (I can do this!!)

Karamatsu: Sequentially, I was thus behoven to put myself into a state of alacrity. Notwithstanding that I accosted the personage evanescing into the gauzy clouds, discerning anything was labyrinthine... Todomatsu: Fuwahh... Is he going to keep on reading that script? Can he just finish now? Karamatsu: (Well, I’m reading the script flawlessly. But there an aura of boredom from the audience...) Judge B: Isn’t about time you finish? Judge A: That’s right. Karamatsu: (What am I lacking!? Think... think!) Judge A: Ok. Stop there. Karamatsu: (It’s...) Rockkkkkkkk!!!! Judges: Huhhhhhh!? Karamatsu: I don’t need a guitar like this. Instruments are a sham! Choromatsu: But that’s not an instrument, that’s the equipment! Don’t break the audition venue’s things!

Totoko: Riiiight! This audition is invalid! Choromatsu: Totoko-chan, don’t jump on the bandwagon and destroy the venue! Osomatsu: Wait, this seems kind of fun. I’m going to jump on the bandwagon and destroy things too! Choromatsu: Oi, you shitty eldest brother...! Karamatsu: Fantastic...! The audience have taken the lead and are livening up the venue themselves! Choromatsu: But they’re just destroying things, shitty second oldest brother!

Karamatsu: This is... Roooooooock!!!! Judge B: Excuse me, is that the police!? Please come here straight away...!

Choromatsu: ... Todomatsu: Well, it’s all a mess now. Choromatsu-niisan, getting involved in this is going to be a pain, so let’s just go home. Choromatsu: ...I can sell this. Todomatsu: Hah? Choromatsu: This is mortifying and I don’t want to admit it... That uniqueness, those unpredictable actions, and the ability to influence the crowd...! Karamatsu can definitely become a star!! Todomatsu: Ehhhhhhhh!?

Karamatsu: (Choromatsu became my manager, and soon after I started working as an independent artist, I became a big star. My innate charisma combined with Choromatsu’s internet skills and stealth marketing... I don’t even have any real competition amongst major artists anymore.)  Girl A: Karamatsu, Karamatsu!! Look over here! Fans: Eeeeeeek!! Girl B: I, I can die happy now... actually, I am dying... Neighbour A: She collapsed! Quickly, call an ambulance!! Karamatsu: I’m sorry... I am a deeply sinful man. I am unable to exist without harming someone... Fans: Eeeeeek!! Neighbour B: Hey Matsuno-san, we’ve got a problem! Every single day there are all these people crowding around and it’s disrupting the neighbourhood. Neighbour C: If you’re a star, please move somewhere else or do something about this!  Karamatsu: I, I apologise. This is just a small house, so I’ll go somewhere else. Fans: Eeeeeeek. Karamatsu: (And so I came to be travelling around the country giving gorilla street performances for a living. And one cold winter’s morning...)

Choromatsu: Oi, Karamatsu? Karamatsu!? Dammit, he keeps having gorilla performances without letting me know and it’s a real pain. I did see on Twitter that he’d been sighted in this area... !! O, oi Karamatsu, Karamatsuuuuu!! Karamatsu: (I had ripped my clothes off during a late night performance and continued to shout on while completely naked leading me to freeze to death... And I had a big smile on my face like I was having a beautiful dream.) Choromatsu: ...There’s no way that happened!!!! Karamatsu: (...Hmm?) Choromatsu: Oi oi, wake up already! Karamatsu, you’re sleep talking is annoying. Karamatsu: ...Eh? Ehh!? From what point did the dream start!? Please tell me, brotherrrrr!!

[fire-emblem-supports]

Chrom & Miriel: C - S Supports

C Support

Chrom: Hiyah! Hah!

Miriel: Fascinating...

Chrom: Oh! Miriel. I didn’t see you there. Errr, what are you doing?

Miriel: I am conducting observations to improve my knowledge on proper stance and angle for maximum effectiveness when wielding a sword.

Chrom: Riiiiiiiiight. So... do you need me to do anything in particular to help with that?

Miriel: If you could continue the actions you were performing prior to the beginning of this conversation, that would be beneficial.

Chrom: ...I’m just going to continue attacking this training dummy, alright?

Miriel: That is what I requested, yes.

Chrom: Okay, that’s... good, then.

Chrom: Gods, every time I talk to you, I walk away feeling like a blithering fool.

Miriel: Perhaps you would not if you took the time to increase your intellect through studies as I have.

Chrom: Hm... Well, I’m not sure. As prince, I feel it’s more important for me to be a strong fighter than a wise scholar.

Miriel: An interesting hypothesis. However, I counter with my own: perhaps you should consider both.

Chrom: Both?

Miriel: That is the end goal of my studies into your sword technique. I desire to be a stronger fighter.

Chrom: Hm... I see your point. In that case, let’s make a deal.

Miriel: You have my attention.

Chrom: I’ll teach you my workout regime if you’ll teach me how to... whatever you call what you do.

Miriel: Hm. I accept your proposition. I look forward to seeing the results of such experimentation.

Chrom: Yes, so do I. ...I think.

B Support

Chrom: Alright, that’s enough jogging. Now for the next part of our training.

Chrom: See all those stones? We have to carry them to the top of that hill over there.

Miriel: ...

Chrom: Something wrong, Miriel? I don’t know that I’ve ever seen you so quiet.

Miriel: I find it much more difficult than usual to move my legs. I believe I have been stricken with fatigue.

Chrom: Really? I’ve barely broken a sweat.

Miriel: It seems long-term training of this ilk causes the subject to have higher endurance.

Chrom: I have been training like this since I was younger. Well, I guess that’s enough for today.

Chrom: Let’s start on your part of the deal. Show me your books! ...Or whatever.

Miriel: Excellent. I have been looking forward to this.

Miriel: Unfortunately, we will not be able to start immediately. I will need time to gather the necessary materials...

Miriel: ...And attempt to overcome this fatigue.

Chrom: Yes, of course. Just come get me when you’re ready.

A Support

Miriel: Then, if you divide by the weight of the object in milligrams, you will have the amount of time it takes to--

Chrom: *snore*

Miriel: Prince Chrom.

Chrom: Znnnnmmmmfrwha-HUH?!

Chrom: Sorry, Miriel. All this talk about division and weight and time just... *yaaaawn*

Miriel: Hm. Perhaps this is my own unique form of endurance.

Miriel: Where you complete difficult physical challenges without becoming fatigued, I complete difficult mental challenges without becoming drowsy.

Chrom: Erm... Yeah, that makes sense. Probably.

Miriel: Perhaps it is too late for either of us to change the course of our lives. I am a scholar and you are a fighter. Perhaps that’s all there is to it.

Chrom: Could be. You know what they say. You can’t teach an old dog new tricks.

Miriel: Fascinating... I have never heard such a statement. I must test it immediately. Do you know where I can find a dog?

Chrom: No, that’s not meant to be taken-- ...Never mind.

Miriel: Very well. I will conduct my experiment alone.

(Miriel leaves)

Chrom: That’s... great, Miriel.

S Support

Chrom: Hello, Miriel.

Miriel: Greetings, Chrom. I have completed my experiment. It seems that you can, indeed, teach an old dog new tricks.

Chrom: Good to know, I suppose.

Miriel: Do you need my assistance?

Chrom: No, actually, I thought we could just talk.

Chrom: To be honest, I sort of missed having you join me on my workout regime this morning.

Miriel: Fascinating. Despite the fact that I only joined you once, your subconscious became attached to my presence...

Miriel: I must study this information further. What could be the cause?

Chrom: Well, actually, Miriel, you don’t need to study it. I already know the cause.

Chrom: It’s because... I suppose I should just say it.

Chrom: Hoo, here goes nothing... I-I love you, Miriel.

Miriel: Love?

Miriel: This is even more fascinating than before. What could possibly be the cause of you seeing me with love?

Chrom: Errr... Miriel, do you... love me?

Miriel: That depends. How do you identify this feeling of love?

Chrom: Well, I’m happy when we’re together. And I miss you when we aren’t.

Chrom: And when I touch your hand... it feels like my heart is ready to leap from my chest.

Miriel: Hm... Does it also cause shortness of breath and lack of focus?

Chrom: Y-Yes, sometimes.

Miriel: Then it seems I share this feeling of love.

Miriel: But how can I be certain? Even with this evidence, many of these symptoms are shared with that of fatigue...

Chrom: I know. Let’s conduct an experiment, just the two of us.

Miriel: What sort of an experiment?

Chrom: This ring was crafted to commemorate my birth. I’ve always planned to use it to propose someday...

Miriel: Propose what, exactly?

Chrom: Marriage.

Miriel: Marriage?

Chrom: Yes. This is the experiment. I want to marry you, Miriel. How does that make you feel?

Miriel: Hm. Fatigued. Or perhaps in love. Though I also seem elated...

Miriel: Yes, I believe I am, indeed, in love with you. I accept your proposal.

Chrom: Truly? That’s wonderful! Miriel, you’ve made me the happiest man in the world.

Miriel: That seems highly unlikely. Though perhaps with some tests...

Chrom: Do you mind if I join you for your tests? I want to stay by your side.

Miriel: Hm. Yes, I would like to continue feeling the elation I currently feel. Let us go at once.

Chrom: Great.

Special Dialogue

Triggered automatically at the conclusion of Chapter 11 if Chrom's highest Support value is with the Miriel and neither are already married.

Miriel: Prince Chrom. Are you quite well?

Chrom: Yes, I’m fine. I appreciate you checking up on me, though.

Miriel: Hm... I was struck with such concern over the battle. I have never felt that way before... I must discover the cause.

Chrom: Miriel, wait. Before you go, I... I want to thank you.

Miriel: For what?

Chrom: For fighting by my side for all these years. I’ve never really thought about what a loyal friend you have been.

Miriel: Friend? ...Fascinating.

Chrom: Hm? What is?

Miriel: My chest... I feel a great burning sensation at being called a friend. I do not understand.

Chrom: A burning sensation? Like... anger?

Miriel: Perhaps. However, I believed we were, indeed, friends. How odd that my heart seems to disagree.

Chrom: Miriel, I-I think I know why you feel that way.

Miriel: Do you? Please, inform me.

Chrom: Very well. My sister always followed her heart, so now I'm going to follow mine...

Chrom: Miriel, I love you. And if I’m right, I think you might love me, too. Will you marry me?

Miriel: Love? Hm... Yes, love would certainly explain everything I have been feeling as of late. It seems your hypothesis is correct.

Chrom: You have no idea how happy I am to hear that. Then will you take this?

Miriel: A ring, bearing the Ylissean royal crest. Hm... Are you certain you mean to give this to me?

Chrom: Of course, Miriel.

Miriel: Then I will gladly accept such a generous gift and your hand in marriage.

Chrom: I'll need to ask for a bit of patience for the near future. My first duty must be to heal the scars of war and assume my role for the people.

Chrom: But then, we can begin our life together.

Miriel: I shall be patient.

Miriel: Odd. I did not expect to feel such joy at the thought of marriage. It seems this feeling of love is quite powerful.

Chrom: I feel the same way, Miriel.

Chrom: I know together we can bring joy back to the royal palace. I'll do everything I can to make the castle a happy home for us...my love.

Miriel: My love...

[nightlynamjoon]

The Stars Between Us. Part 3.

Pairing: BTS Kim Namjoon x Reader

Summary: When ever you get hurt your soulmate feels the same pain, and with y/n being abused by her father what is Namjoon meant to do when he doesn’t know who his soulmate is, all he wants to is to save her.

Genre: Fluff, Angst, soulmate AU

Length:1513 words

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

School eventually came to an end for that day but that did not mean your day was over. You still had to meet with Namjoon for the school project you had been paired up together to complete, it would have been great if the project was on something academic and something you had studied, but here you were having to study each other, you had to learn about each other and in detail to be able to write a poem, it was going to be difficult anyway but throw in your unspeakable family it was going to be even worse.

               You gathered your things and made your way to the front gate while wondering if you were going to be forgotten about by Namjoon after getting a better offer, but you were surprised when you found him with all his friends at the gate waiting. One of his friends noticed you first and shouted for you at the same time pushing Namjoon. He chuckled at his friends antics and motioned for you to come over, and that you did. When you reached them you made a small hello towards them and lowered your head. Namjoon followed that by introducing to each of the boys, some were more energetic than the others.

“So guys this is y/n and y/n this Seokjin, Yoongi, Taehyung, Hoseok, Jimin and Jungkook. Don’t worry if you can’t remember all their names, you’ll get the hang of it.” What he said made you a bit giddy due to the fact he thought that you were going to be around enough to learn their names, this really made you realise that you needed to get out more if you got excited by this. You gave them a small wave and in return you were greeted by a mass amount of hugs by some of them, what surprised you was the fact your body only gave a small tense by the contact, as if it knew you were being touched by people who wanted to bring happiness and not destruction. They eventually let go of you after Namjoon pulled them off you offering you a small smile as if to say ‘sorry-my-friends-are-a-bit-weird-and-like-to-make-friends-by-giving-huge-hugs’ you just gave a small laugh as to say it was okay. You were led away from the boys after saying your goodbyes to them and both of you made your way to the café that Namjoon had talked about. The journey was filled by small talk and your even smaller answers, yet he always tried to get you to talk more. You had never met someone as kind as him before.

“You don’t talk much do you?” He said to you when holding open the door of the café.

“Well that tends to happen when you have nothing to say” You replied.

“I don’t believe that, I bet that you have a lot to say”

“But you wouldn’t know if have a million things or just a sentence because you barely know me”

“Well sometimes all it takes is a sentence to change a person” He walked away towards the till to order, he looked back at you waiting for you to come. You shook you head to rid you of the shock that had overcome you. When you reached him he asked what you wanted to drink and you answered with your favourite drink that you always ordered. You went to grab your purse to get your money you had saved from not having lunch that day to pay for your drink, but when you offered it to Namjoon he shot down your attempts.

“I was the one who suggested today so I will pay” He said to persuade you to allow him to pay for you.

“But I can pay for myself Namjoon, I am fully capable of doing so” You said thrusting you money towards him.

“I never said you weren’t capable of paying, I was just saying that I will pay for it. Think of it this way, if I pay this time, it just means that we will have to come again to make it even when you pay. Sound fair?”

“Okay, You can pay…This time” You put your money back away, you hated owing people, it reminded you that you owed everything to your father, the fact that you had a roof over head and clothes on your shoulders so you felt as though you had to be grateful towards him sometimes despite the things that he does. You had collected your drinks and found a table by one of the windows to sit, you got your notebook out of your bag and wrote on the top of a new page ‘Kim Namjoon’. You both started by asking quite simple questions about each other like favourite colour, or favourite subject; just quite simple questions that was easy to answer and not too heavy; great starter questions really, something you would ask a stranger. Really wasn’t that all he was? A stranger? That was until he got onto the questions about family, that was when things started to go downhill.

“What are your mum and dad like?” He asked comfortably.

“Just my dad” You mumbled in a small voice sadly.

“Sorry?” He asked confused.

���It is just my dad and I now; my mum passed away a while ago now” You said with a louder voice this time, realising if you kept mumbling then you would have to constantly repeat yourself, and you didn’t want to have this conversation twice over.

“Oh sorry, I didn’t know… So what is your dad like?” He asked carefully this time. You hesitated on that one, not quite knowing what you were meant to answer.

“Like a father I guess, what is he meant to be like?” You sighed to yourself realising that he was nothing to what a father was meant to be like, everyone else’s father was caring and loving towards their child and could rarely find a fault in them while your father actively searches for your flaws. You began lying through your teeth. “He loves me and he is always wanting to know how my studies are going and is forever encouraging me to get better I guess”

“Good, and what was your mother like?” He question tentatively as if he didn’t quite know if this was a subject that could be talked about.

“My mother?” He nodded in response, your eyes had slightly lit up at the fact you could actually talk about your mother, that topic was forbidden in your house, and you smiled properly despite the fact that it had a deeper sadder twinge to it. “She was amazing. She was so beautiful and could do nothing wrong. She seemed to have known about everything and always had an opinion that was worth hearing. She always had her way and had my dad around her little finger. She was just an extraordinary person”

“It sounds like she was a great person”

“She was... Anyway, what about your family?”

You and Namjoon talked for what seemed like forever about a load of small random things, just getting to know each other and finding out a whole lot of things you wouldn’t have known before. You genuinely thought that Namjoon was a great person and he made you feel strangely safe when around him, meaning you were slowly letting your guard down around him, this was the first time in your life you had felt safe enough to do so. It felt as if you were Cinderella at the ball, escaping your life for a little while, but then the clock would strike and you would have to return back; and your version of the clock was a text message, and the only person who had your number was your father. You had forgotten the time. It was already past seven and your father would have gotten back at six and would have been waiting for the what should have been an already prepared dinner. When the message came in you were momentarily shocked, you grabbed the phone and saw what would have been a simple text to the innocent public eye, but you knew it held a deeper meaning. “Get home now.” The colour drained from your face and you stood up quickly making you head spin. You grabbed your bag and quickly made it to the exit, forgetting about Namjoon who you had just left at the café. You had started to walk as fast as you could with your shaking hands and weak legs but a hand on your wrist stopped your movements. Namjoon was standing there staring at you, not failing to notice flinch you gave when he touched you and your hands.

“Are you okay?” He asked. You pulled your wrist from your hand and nodded.

“I-I’m fine, b-but I really need to go right now, I’m sorry , erm I will see you tomorrow in school I guess? Bye Namjoon” You quickly turned and started to run towards your house.

That night was full of pain for both you and Namjoon. While got through it alone, Namjoon had his parents there to help him, rubbing his back soothingly and saying to him softly “we hope you find that poor girl soon and save her”

To wish for happiness is different from achieving it.

[theinkquiry]

Tea Time

Pairing: Remus X Reader

Prompt: As the end of the school year draws near, Remus tries one last time to tell Y/N exactly how he feels. 

Warning: Some minor language and overuse of cheesy plotlines.

A/N: This was cute to write, but it took a lot longer than I anticipated. Sorry for the shortage in writing lately, but I hope you all enjoy this one!

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Remus blew gently on his cup of tea as steam tumbled out of the small cup. The warmth hit his face invitingly as he looked around the common room. Despite it being summer already, he always managed to find time in his day to sip on tea, no matter how hot it was outside. The windows to the tower were open, letting in a cool breeze. There were seldom students in the area, most of them doing last minute studying and catching up before the year ended. He looked around the room before checking the time. It was six in the evening on the dot, yet Y/N was nowhere to be found.

Perhaps she was just running late. He leaned back in his chair, and not a minute later, she showed up. "I'm so sorry!" Y/N quickly apologized and took a seat. "The stairs were switching so much, I'm surprised I hadn't fallen off them yet."

"I'm glad you didn't. I'd hate to not see you as often if you were stuck in the Hospital Wing." Remus handed her a drink as she sat down. He silently observed the frazzled way she looked whenever she was in a hurry, from charging into Potions with tousled hair to being late for breakfast with her tie undone.

He never minded waiting for her, it was always worth it in the end.

"Enough about me falling over stairs. Merlin knows I already trip over myself so much," she jokes. Her eyes skimmed over the table, looking for something.

"Good thing I'm always there to catch you." He winked and went to hand her two cubes of sugar. She always took her tea the same way, although sometimes she'd add more sugar if she was feeling especially tired.

"You always seem to read my mind," she jokes, dropping the cubes in and stirring the cup with a tiny spoon. The white specks swirled around until they dissolved into nothingness.

Remus laughed at her remark, but secretly wished it were true. Perhaps then he would have enough answers to finally ask her out on a real date instead of chickening out and just suggesting a 'friendly cup of tea'. Why did he have to mention that it was friendly in the first place? If she wasn't right in front of him, he might have actually slammed his face onto the table.

"So, our final year is coming up so soon! Are you excited!" Y/N's cheerfully voice snapped Remus out of his daze. Looking at her smile put him in another trance altogether. He stammered out a 'yes' and was relieved to let Y/N ramble joyously about all the things she was going to accomplish next year.

"I can't wait to finally learn how to Apparate. It's going to be so strange, popping in and out whenever we want," she mused on. Remus only nodded, not wanting to interrupt her. He scanned her face, picking up on the way her eyes would twinkle with glee at the thought of being the oldest students at Hogwarts. The curve of her lips was turned upwards.

Remus often daydreamed about what his first kiss with Y/N would be like. The obvious route would be soft and gentle. He would want to show her how much she made his life all the more bearable, taking her by the waist and pulling her close to him. Would she wrap her arms around his neck and lean in? Just them together, secure in each other's arms with nothing in all of Britain that could separate them.

Or would it go differently? Sometimes, Remus thought about rescuing her from some dangerous situation. Catching her from falling down a height, protecting her from a herbology lesson gone wrong, standing up to bullies. She'd be so grateful and realize her feelings right at that moment, throwing herself at him in gratitude.

Of course, then the more reasonable side of him would smack himself in the face. Y/N would usually be able to handle herself just fine. Still, he could dream.

"-don't you think?" Remus blinked twice, shaking his head. Shoot! He had been so busy daydreaming about you that he may have gotten lost between your ramblings.

"Erm, I'm sorry?" He scratched the back of his head, chuckling nervously. "I didn't quite get that." He bit his lip, just waiting for the impact of her frustration with him.

Instead, she laughed and repeated herself. He wasn't sure if it was because she knew he was dawdling off or if she genuinely believed his excuse. "I said, I think that I'd be pretty good as Head Girl, don't you think so?"

"Of course!" He responded instantaneously. "I mean, you're great at everything you try your hand at. Perfect for Head Girl material." Remus corrected himself before he came off as too eager to please.

She only sighed. "I appreciate that, Remus. I do have some tough competition. Lily is everyone's favorite. I don't blame her. She's a fantastic friend and a brilliant witch. Perhaps I should focus on something else?"

Remus frowned. "Hey, don't say that. You're brilliant in your own right, Y/N."

"You think so?" She straightened her back and leaned in. When Remus nodded enthusiastically, he got to see that lovely beam dawn her face. It made him want to shower you with praise if it meant that she would always smile. He hands her a small tea cake and changes the conversation.

They got to talking about all sorts of matters, from Quidditch to OWLs to all the fun and adventurous activities planned for next year. It was going well if Remus didn't feel like he was going to die from trying to figure out how exactly to ask her out every time he spoke a word.

"I'm going to miss you," Y/N confessed. She looked up at him, eyes a little glassy. Remus' train of thought stopped, and every part of him wanted to comfort her.

"We still have next year." He reassured her.

"I feel like this is all going by so fast. It's like only yesterday you were picking up my textbooks after I slammed face-first into a wall," she laughed through the tears.

"Hey, hey look at me." Y/N did as he told. "You're going to be alright. We're going to be alright. We can still write to each other. There's no way that we're not going to see each other after we graduate, alright?"

She sniffled but nodded. "I-I'm sorry. I don't know why I got so emotional all of a sudden."

"It's not a big deal," Remus shrugged it off. "I'll miss you a lot too." He could never describe in words how missing her felt. Just last summer, he spent a good chunk of it in regret for not telling Y/N how he felt sooner. And he had to do it this year. At that rate, he'd be a hundred years old before he could ever utter a single 'I love you'.

Between the tea and the tears, Y/N had wrapped herself around his arms. Remus was glad that no one could see how red and warm his cheeks were. This was it. His chance to tell her everything that had been on his mind since last year. He took a deep breath, and slowly pried her off him until he could look her in the eye.

"Y/N...I really like having tea with you." Remus internally groaned at how awkward that came out, but his friends will never let him hear the end of it if they had to endure another summer of his moping.

"I really like having tea with you as well, Remus," she said.

Remus laughed, shaking his head. "That came out so weird. I can't believe that I'm saying this, but I really...really care about you Y/N. You're sweet and you don't judge me for disappearing sometimes. You're always there to patch me up and help me with notes. You're dependable. And I could think of no better person to spend a whole afternoon with between cups of tea."

"Remus..." Y/N didn't know what to say. She stared into his eyes, waiting to see what he might say next.

"Bloody hell, it's taken me so long to get the courage to say this. I-I completely understand if you're freaked out, but please just listen when I say that-" Remus stopped all of a sudden, and closed his eyes.

There she was, just like he had always dreamed. Better even. Pressed firmly against his chest and arms tossed around his neck without a care in the world. And best of all, Y/N was kissing him on the mouth. As if she would never be able to do it again. He was so lost in her embrace that he nearly forgot to kiss back. All the emotions he was unable to convey suddenly flooded out like a waterfall.

Even after she had pulled away, Remus was stuck in a daze over what just happened. The bells rang, signaling that it was time to move on to more classes. Different groups of students began to clamor into the Common Room, bright chatter filling the previously serene atmosphere. The sounds were muffled to Remus, who could only hear her enchanting laughter.

"So, I guess I'll see you around then?" She gave him a timid smile.

"Yeah. I'll write you every day if I have to," Remus confirmed. She gave him a final kiss on the cheek before running off to class. Remus could only stand there until his friends ran up to him.

Sirius reached him first, giving him a giant clap on the back. "Mate! Did I just see Y/N and you kissing?"

Remus turned red. "I-it wasn't like-"

James snickered. "Calm down, it was just a kiss on the cheek. Unless we missed something else?"

Remus' silence and red face made the trio of boys break into more laughter. "Merlin, this must be your luckiest day. Come on, I bet she's going to be really excited when she finds out that you're totally going to wait for her outside of class," Peter said.

"I am?" Remus was worried his friends were getting up to their usual tricks again.

"Don't worry mate, it'll be romantic! Get a few flowers, tell her she looks pretty," Sirius listed.

"Last time you tried on a girl she gave you a black eye," James stated. Remus gulped, but only received reassuring looks from his friends. "Fret not, Remus. Y/N is totally into you, even if you act like a complete idiot around her all the time."

Remus protested as his friends dragged him off to surprise Y/N once more by the end of the day. Despite all their over-the-top antics and terrible romantic advice, he knew that she would never turn him away. And that, he supposed, was just one of the many reasons why he liked her so much in the first place.

[lotos--eater]

I arranged a meeting with Charlotte Hall, who studied Contour Fashion at De Montfort University, and now works for one of the UK’s leading fuller-bust lingerie retailers: ‘Freya’. We met at her home in Leicester. When I arrived, I explained what I would like to discuss with Charlotte, and ran through each question with her, giving her time to think of what she might like to answer. I informed her of the nature of the documentary, and spent some time making sure that she was comfortable in front of the camera.

I spent some time gathering shots of her hands, shots of her going through her portfolio of work and Instagram. I chose to shoot in her study at home, as I wanted the shots and interview to feel personal. Interviewing the subject in their home made them appear more vulnerable and also more relatable, I felt.

I managed to gather a lot of interesting content, and Charlotte spoke freely and honestly, I wanted to see if I could pick up similar themes within my other interviews.

Here is the transcript:

PART 1

 INTERVIEWER: what made you want to work in the lingerie industry?

 CHARLOTTE: um... basically, I always liked fashion and art at school. I like how things are made. Erm, always thought that I wanted to do fashion, and then I wasn’t too sure, so I went off to college to do an art foundation course. Erm, and a girl who did contour fashion at De Montfort University came in, and I thought that it was quite suited to me because, I’ve always struggled to find lingerie and bras and swimwear and everything that actually fits me, and is nice. So I thought that it was a good fit for pairing up kind of, a passion for fashion, and also something that I’m genuinely interested in. Erm, so I went to De Montfort University and studied Contour Fashion, where you get taught about all different aspects, so sportswear, swimwear, lingerie, corsetry. You do patterns, so how to, draft the pieces that get put together to make the garments. [I was] Taught how to sew, special stitches that you need. Erm, how to grade, so to take one size to the next size and smaller, things like that. So it’s like an all-round course. And yeah, so that’s how I ended up in the kind of, contour industry.

 CHARLOTTE: I always thought that I wanted to do Lingerie more so, so after leaving Uni I went to work for a high-end, erm, lingerie brand. Which was very hands on. Very, kind of, everything on paper. Very, in depth. But now I’m working at a swimwear company that’s a global brand. Erm, and really enjoying it. Erm, tried doing things in my own time as well, because there is a niche in the market, that I feel like the high street brands can’t cater to, because they are so kind of, restricted with… things that they can use. Fabrics, erm they obviously have procedures in place and everything does actually take quite a long time to get finalised. Erm, which is why, as annoying as it can be, certain fashion styles in fuller-bust - smaller backs especially – don’t get catered to because they don’t have the time, or enough of an audience that demand that sort of product, so most of the time it’s not really feasible for them to put it into production. So I started doing my own thing through Instagram, erm, where I was mainly focusing on lingerie bits. [I] Sold a couple of pieces to people in Australia, America, erm in Europe and then that’s kind of where my desire to then, move from lingerie to swimwear went into. Because, people started saying “well if you can do this in a lingerie style, erm, then would you be able to make it for me in a swim piece?” Which, I’ve never really thought about doing swimwear before but, then that kind of opened my eyes to doing that.

 INTERVIEWER: Have you ever had an inappropriate comments, or had anyone be inappropriate because of the size of your boobs?

 CHARLOTTE: Have I ever had inappropriate comments? Erm, all the time. Erm, growing up it was always quite an issue for me cause my mum is also fuller busted and I think that she was quite nervous when I was growing up and being a teenager, of like, some of the things that I wanted to wear, that weren’t necessarily provocative but maybe were tight and would kind of, emphasise my chest. So she used to try and get me wear kind of, baggier clothes and at the time I didn’t really understand but, obviously being a young girl, with a larger bust, draws a lot of attention. Most of the time guys always thought that I was older than I was. Because apparently that correlates to the size of your boobs. Erm, but yeah, so my kind of style, because I have got wide hips, and I have got a big bust but I’ve got a small waist, I kind of want to show that I have got a waist. Cause if I just let something hang off my bust, you can’t see it at all. So a lot of things that I’ll wear is kind of tight or drawing my waist in, but then, especially on nights out or in summer, summer is one of the worst instances where you wanna wear a crop top, or you just wanna wear a little sun dress, especially builders, you walk past builders, they heckle you, and think that they can comment on the size of your boobs or, think that you’re easy or think that you’re like, up for anything, which obviously isn’t the case. It’s just, what you were given. Erm, nights out especially, guys try and almost grab you and think it’s acceptable or like the first thing that they say, they’ll comment on … your boobs or … (sighs) I don’t really know why anyone thinks it’s acceptable … erm, but yeah … wearing a tight dress apparently means that you want the attention, is one thing that I’ve always found. Erm, I don’t really think it’s fair that, you should have to go out and feel nice in something, for then somebody to make you feel a certain way, and that maybe you’ve done something wrong. And that’s why people think that they can comment on something.

 INTERVIEWER: Has anyone ever touched your breasts when you didn’t want them to? For example, randomly grab you or anything like that, has anything like that happened to you?

 CHARLOTTE: Yes, I’ve had people randomly grab me. Erm, more in a way of like, they think it’s fun. They think it’s a bit of a joke and like, they’ll see you from across … a nightclub, or, a bar or whatever and it’s almost like you can tell that the guys have like, been talking about you and said “oh my god have you seen the tits on that girl, like I’m gonna go over, I’m gonna grab her” or whatever, and they almost treat it as like a bit of a dare. And they think it’s funny, and then they almost get like, really confused as to why you’re offended and why that’s not acceptable. But if I went around grabbing guy��s dicks in public, I would probably be arrested. Erm, I don’t really see anything like the whole “oh it’s my body” but, just because I’ve got a tight top on or a low top, it doesn’t mean that’s an invitation for, people to, do whatever they want.

 Erm, even like guys as mates, growing up, like obviously, like I had some really nice friends, but they almost do it as a bit of a joke, it’s like “oh my god can I touch your boob?” but … it’s like, why? That’s just, inappropriate (sighs) but yeah (laughs)

 INTERVIEWER: Can you tell us more about the lingerie industry specifically? What are the differences between bras for large and small busts for example?

 CHARLOTTE: So basically, there is core sizing, which kind of tries to encompass, I guess the largest part of the industry that it possibly can, but actually doesn’t really cater to many people at all. So, core sizing is probably a 32 to 36, sometimes 38, A to D cup. Erm, basically it’s a lot easier for people to do smaller bras because it uses less fabric. And uses smaller componentry most of the time and all of those things kind of add up, erm, when you have a fuller bust you need more support so you need extra layers of fabric, heavier weights of fabric, because obviously it’s a lot more fit for purpose, it’s there to keep you in a place. So kind of, the more aspects that you add on, like the more fabrics, stronger fabrics, wider straps, bigger wires, a larger usage of fabric because obviously the bust is larger, the back can be larger. You need to realise that obviously all of that starts to add up. So a lot of high street brands like Topshop, Primark or whatever, they tend to cater to core sizes because, in the simplest way it’s easier (sighs) erm, a lot of people who are core sizes … if they wear a bra that is, not the exact size that they should be wearing, it doesn’t generally tend to make that much of a difference because it’s not like your breasts are necessarily that heavy. It’s not like your back is so small that it needs to be so tight that it needs to stay in place. Erm, so a lot of people can get away with being in a … it’s kind of called like a sister size. Erm, so a 32 C is a 30 D is a 34 B, that means that the breast is the same size it’s just the band size that’s changing. Erm, so basically, you have bra wires in your bra, and you can use the same wire for sister sizes. Now the more sizes that you decide that you want to integrate into your range, the more wires you have to encompass, which obviously builds up costs. Erm, because instead of having 4, 5, 6, 7 wires in your range you’re then maybe going up to 10, 12, different wires. And then where you buy the wires from, so a company, a supplier, they have minimums, per wire sizes. So say, one place might say “you need to order a thousand pairs of wires in this particular size” for a lot of companies it’s not worth it, because they’re only gonna sell one 36 J, whereas they’d probably sell a hundred or a thousand of a 32 B because it’s quite a common size. So a lot of High-street brands don’t really tend to cater to these kind of extremes of sizes, because it’s not really worth it for them, they want kind of, higher volume, quicker turnaround, erm, maybe not as much profit, but because they’re selling so much of them the money starts to add up.

 Erm, I think that it’s a lot easier for High street brands to obviously experiment a bit more with styles, and shapes, and make more fashion-forward, prettier, like, little bralets, cut-outs erm, play around with doing nicer styling, like worn-to-be-seen bras. Because, basically, with the bust, it’s almost like it’s just there to hold you in place, it doesn’t really have to do that much of a job in a lot of the sizes that are in the core range. So kind of keep you in place, stop you from moving about, stop it from being painful. So they can play around with styling a lot more because it’s not really going to affect the fit or the support of the bra. When you get up to, plus sizing, which can encompass, obviously, smaller backs but larger frames, so maybe like a 28 G for example, or when you get right up to, erm, proper plus size bras, so maybe 38, 40, 42 backs, and then a fuller bust, there’s a lot less room for you to be able to play around with styling, because if you do a cut-out in a bra, or lower a cup so it’s nice and a bit more revealing, then you’re not gonna stay in place. You’re gonna move around a lot more, it’s gonna be painful, if the back say for example, if you wanted a caged-strappy back, that on a fuller-bust person, isn’t going to hold your bust in place on your ribcage. So it’s gonna give you back problems, it’s gonna start making your bust hurt, it’s gonna pull on your back, it’s not gonna offer the correct support. So one of the really frustrating things, with the market is: I am still a young girl, I want to wear pretty bras, how come people who are this size get to wear pretty bras? Which is one of the things that I really struggled with, and going into the industry I always thought “oh well I can be that person to make that change” but when you have more of an understanding as to why these things are this way, then you realise that theyre, they’re not doing it to … exclude you. They’re not doing it to be cruel, or just ignore you. They’re not doing it because most of the time, people are not willing to pay for them. Erm, because there’s a lot more of a process, you have to fit a lot more, you have to check larger and smaller sizes, you have to check that it’s not hurting you, do wearer trials, grade a lot more sizes, buy in a lot more wires, erm, the larger your bust gets you need wider straps so that there’s less pressure in the shoulders cause otherwise they start to dig in. Which annoys some people because obviously no one wants a massive wide bra strap, but it’s there for a reason. Erm, even with kind of cross back styles like, it can give you really bad back pain because your, the weight of your breasts is pulling across you back. Which is something I personally struggle with. Erm, basically, the few brands out there that are experimenting with these things are putting time and effort and money into them and are checking that they are fit for purpose, before they release them to the public, require a higher price point because there is a lot more work and effort put into them. They’re a lot more precise, in my opinion. Erm, they have obviously done their research, and like I said they use a lot more fabric, they’re a lot more engineered, in a way. A lot more fit for purpose, which I may have already said, but basically, they require a higher price point and a lot of people aren’t willing to pay for it. I do see it from my own frustrations where somebody can go into Topshop and see a nice bra and buy it for 20 quid, which is probably the highest a lot of people would pay for a bra. Whereas I walk into somewhere like Bravissimo, or Freya or Fantasie, or somewhere like that and get a bog-standard bra for maybe 40 quid but, its cause there’s a lot more of a process behind that. They’re not necessarily mass produced, run of the mill, made in hundreds of thousands of styles to bring the costs down. Erm, so it’s kind of a bittersweet thing, cause I’ve done the thing that every young girl does, where they want to wear pretty bras and they’ll wear a size that necessarily doesn’t fit them. But then I really struggled, I got really bad back pain, erm would be running and felt uncomfortable or would be walking down the street and feel quite self-conscious because my boobs were jumping up and down, and then I kind of thought like everyone’s gonna see me, my boobs aren’t staying in place. So then I thought like right, look I need to wear a bra that fits me, that feels comfortable because it’s not worth spending every single day of your life in pain just because you can’t get a pretty bra. That being said, there are people out there that are trying to do it, and make it more affordable. Erm, and try and be a lot more inclusive, but the general size of people, the standard size of people in the UK is also going up. So a lot of brands are going to have to start reconsidering that their, standard size is not a 34B anymore, I think it’s maybe a 36 C or D? Which obviously is a bigger back size is a bigger cup size, if that is the standard “middle” size then a lot of people are going to have to kind of shift their perceptions of what people require and be a lot more inclusive. Erm, places like ASOS have brought out their own fuller-bust range where they are being a bit more, erm, fashion-forward for the younger market. They’ve got strappy-styles, caged styles, trying to be a lot more fashion-forward. They’re not always the best fitting of bras but I do think that that’s something that you have to accept, that you’re paying a cheaper price point for something that is a lot more fashion-forward and the style that you’re looking for but you’re not necessarily gonna get the same sort of support, from them.

 INTERVIEWER: Have you ever heard of the phrase “more than a handful’s a waste”?

 CHARLOTTE: Yes I have heard of the phrase “more than a handful is a waste”. I think it was said by a guy that is not a boob man (laughs) or a girl that didn’t really have very big boobs. Erm, I don’t really understand it, I don’t know what it’s supposed to mean. Maybe it’s by somebody that was sour because they’ve never experienced bigger boobs? I personally would rather have bigger boobs, I think they’re more fun. Erm, yeah (laughs)

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 CHARLOTTE SHOWS MANNEQUIN NAMED “BETTY” TO THE CAMERA

 CHARLOTTE: This is Betty. She’s my mannequin, She’s been with me since Day 1. She is a little bit heavy (laughs). She is classed as the industry standard, or was at the time. She was created by one of my lecturers at University, who I don’t think is a lecturer there anymore. So this was when the standard size was a size 12 (point to bottom half) and a size 34 B (points to top half) which actually, if you look at the size of her now, she isn’t very representative of many people. But yeah, she’s a babe (laughs)

 CHARLOTTE SHOWS US AROUND HER HOME WORKSPACE AND DESKSPACE

 CHARLOTTE: So this is my workspace, so that I can do patterns and sewing and everything from home. Erm, I’ve got my Mac, so I can do things on there, Photoshop, Illustrator, pattern work. And then I’ve got my sewing machine, which is just a bog-standard domestic sewing machine, but you can do most of the stitches that you need to do to make a bra, different zig-zags, three-steps, single needle. Then I also have my overlocker up here which basically is used… it stops edges fraying so most of the time you join seams together with it. But erm, yeah this is where I do all my pattern work, cut out all my patterns, erm, and sew them together.

 CHARLOTTE SHOWS US HER COLLECTION OF PATTERNS FROM HER PORTFOLIO AND EXPLAINS WHAT THEY MEAN

 CHARLOTTE: So, this is just a standard three piece cup, this is what I mean by grading, there’s a lot of work in it. These are cup sizes for sister sizes, so these down here, how I mentioned 28 G is a 30 FF, 32 F, 34 E, erm, it’s a lot more complex than just standard womenswear grading, cause that just kind of goes on height and width the bigger you get, whereas this is quite, erm, complex, and can take quite a lot of time, to do for all of them. So every one you have to kind of work out. Obviously these are done by hand so in the industry you’ve got programmes and computer systems and everything that can work it all out for you, but somebody still has to work out the increments of the patterns, and work out what it should all grade by to make it the correct size. So it can be a lot of trial and error and erm, hit and miss, which is where fits come into it. So you have to take people of all different sizes and check that they fit into these sizes.

(turns page)

Another one, this is more of a halter-bra pattern, this will be kind of up to your neck-edge, this would be where your chest is to your underarm and the size of your breast. Everything has, obviously different sizes, sometimes you have to put a split in it, which is called a sling which helps push the breast forward.

(turning pages)

Different sizes… simple kind of just, triangle bikinis, different fabrics also require different patterns even if they are, the same style. If they’re supposed to be the same style say if it’s a high neck, it depends on how much stretch the fabric’s got in it, whether its rigid which means it doesn’t stretch at all, different laces are classed as rigid or you can get a stretch lace. They all fit very differently so each require their own pattern and tweaking and then re-grading of everything to make sure it all fits properly.

 INTERVIEWER: Is that why it’s so expensive?

 CHARLOTTE: Yep erm, so that can be a reason why its so expensive. So a lot of the time smaller brands will use something that they know works, whereas that’s how you can tell when something’s a higher-end brand, is they invest more time into trying new things to try and offer more to their customer rather than just changing colours and fabrics and laces and trims. They will offer new styles, which means that the almost have to start the process from scratch. Whereas for a high-street brand maybe they don’t have as much time and as much money to spend on redoing everything so they’ll just focus on changing laces, changing colours, changing fabrics, maybe just the strap will change, to try and make it look like a different garment but in fact it’s just the same.

[cc-hatredisland]

Free Time Event.  {.Chika. 01.}

If I’m wandering around the library, I guess it’s not too surprising that I’d end up bumping into Chika. She was curled up in an armchair, looking the happiest I’ve ever seen her. I don’t think I’d call her... anti-social... I mean, she probably appreciates company, just on her terms. She actually seems to notice me and shuts the book. Maybe I should give her some space.

“H-hi, Shimizu-kun. Were you looking for something?“

“Huh? Oh, uh, not really. I guess I’m not much of a reader.“

“Don’t say that! S-sorry, that came out wrong... but um, I mean... I think, uh, well, there’s a book for everyone you know? It’s like, um... they have a power so like... there’s one you’d enjoy I bet... um, I can help, if you want. I think...”

For her to actively try and help me... she must really love books. There’s a mixture of determination and fear in her eyes, a conflict for the ages right there, just dancing around in her head.

Well, what to do...?

> Hang out with Chika

> Leave

I scratch the back of my neck, a little out of uncertainty before I give her a reply. Honestly I wasn’t very bookish and I wasn’t sure what kind of book would suit but I wanted to at least try since I was here.

“If you’re fine with it, yeah, alright.”

Chika’s whole face brightens up. She scrambles out of the chair, almost falling before somehow just curving to her feet, more like a snake than a person. She moves in one smooth motion, trotting over to my side and then striding ahead with beckoning gestures left as guides. I try to follow Chika between the shelves as she snoops through a variety of books and genres.

“Well then! Well! So, um, what sort of things do you like?”

“... Uhh... food... I guess.”

“You like cooking?”

“I... can cook... I guess... but eating’s better.”

I can somehow feel her disappointment. Maybe I’m projecting it but that silence makes it hard to tell. She continues moving about and I follow her lead.

“How about swords? Do you like those?”

“They’re kinda cool.”

“And space! Don’t you just love space?”

“Er, well... the night sky is kinda cool... but I’m not... really smart enough. To know stuff.”

“Hmm... oh! Well! Some people prefer mangas to books? What about something from shounen jump?”

“I kinda think it goes on for too long...”

She purses her lips and folds her arms. It’s not so much disappointment in me than I think it is disappointment in failing. I feel bad giving her so little go on but even I’m not sure how to be useful here.

“Well... why don’t you talk about the books you like? Sometimes you can get interested ‘cause someone else is interested.”

“I-is that okay...? If you say that, I... probably won’t be able to shut up!”

Her enthusiasm was overflowing.

“Sure, sounds good.“

“Yes! I mean... o-okay.”

She huffs out a deep breath before returning to her merry journey. It seems like she has a specific shelf in mind this time, perhaps even a specific book. It’s hard to say. The way she searches through those books scares me a little; it’s like watching an automated process.

“As... I guess you’d know... or, um, guess... I really like crime fiction. I-I don’t even mind if it gets really gory! Oh, I mean, I guess it depends on the writer, though... I think what I like most about them is that... it’s a world where justice wins out... but it’s not like, super goody-goody justice. ‘Cause, the protagonist, they’re always a bit flawed and grizzled... it’s nice I guess to feel like... maybe you can be that cool and smart in the future, too...”

I’d always thought of crime protagonists as a little edgy but maybe I was wrong. It was cool to hear her take on it; she was definitely invested in her words.

“... I guess it shows but I don’t go out much. I dream of solving crimes and being seen as ‘cool’ like that... b-but I’m just me. I can’t even really buy sugar from the store.“

“You said before you had social anxiety, right?”

She nods, her whole disposition sinking into one of depression. Still, she keeps the book she picked out close to her chest, like a shield, almost.

“... Yeah. It’s pretty bad. Most days I can’t even leave the house... my parents they kinda think... ‘when will she get over it’... they’re not mean... I do get it... but I can’t fix myself. Sometimes all I have to do is leave the front door and I feel sick... I just end up thinking about all the ways things can go wrong and I can’t move at all. My head just spins and... well, often times my brother has to drag me back in. I miss him, a little.“

Crap.

“Did he...?”

“W-what? OH! No! My god! Um, no, no, no, he’s just at college now. It’s just a little lonelier now that he’s gone, that’s all. Since I don’t go to school much, you know.“

I guess with the amount of social anxiety she has that isn’t too surprising. I can’t really relate to missing someone like she does but in some way... I do kinda get it.

“I didn’t go to school much either so I kinda get it.”

“Hey, did your brother read much?”

Chika laughs. I’m actually taken aback but it’s not a bad thing, I don’t think.

“He hated reading. Maybe ‘cause he always studied? B-but um, he said... if you don’t like who you are, then find a you you do like. He said, um, you can find idols anywhere... on television... or on the silver screen... or even in pages. I guess I just identified best with those old detectives.“

“So I guess at heart you’re just an edgy old guy with an addiction.”

“Pffft-- maybe a little... at heart...”

Chika hides her smile behind two hands and then gasps when she sees the clock.

“My god? Ohhh my god! Erm! I’m so sorry! It’s really late, I ramble way too long! G-geez, why didn’t you stop me... you should get going...”

She doesn’t look like she intends to leave her book-filled haven so I opt to just find my own way out, after bidding her goodbye. I’m not sure if I found the type of book that’s for me but I did get to talk to Chika a bit. That’s pretty important... I mean, I think I got to know her better.

[derenyanai]

Ashes of the Old World Session Branch 13-B Part 1

Time: Sometime after Session 12 Characters: Zealous Terminator

Starting things off for the hell of it, Zealous, You're in Anxe, a city known for being really tall and built out of mostly towers, the excited comradery and celebration of the populace is fairly loud after the wierd spider invasion has been fought off recently in part thanks to your "friends" , Your "friends" are currently having to deal with tarnocks trial coming up, something about a guard going missing, as you might have been told by uncle ashara, either while he was drunk or slightly less drunk, either way you have free reign to explore, what do you do? 

"Hm, I wonder where everyone is at right now?" I wonder quietly as I step through a door, looking about himself to get an idea of what the whole place looks like at this time of the day. At this very moment, I felt like actually exploring the library for some books on famous wrestlers. Hopefully I can find some interesting lore.

The library is a dusty bastard, people with pointy hats and vaguely important looking educational based cloths filling these halls, probably from various schools and colleges, while not a large buidling its pretty sizable and presumably chock full of books on various subjects, >Roll some hot saucy Investigation check to look for your desired books

While few books you find have the term "Wrestler", You find atleast five in total revolving around arena games and pit fighting, One actually going into a specific biography about one of these participants in these games "Sexy Fred" detailing how sexy he was and the force at which he ripped opponents in two and danced beautifully after victory, two of the books have two different accounts by two seperate authors about the start of competive fighting stating there own home town as the start of it, contradicting each other atleast every respective chapter, The remaining two are ledgers holding lentghly lists of known "wrestlers" or "arena fighters"

"This sounds fun." I stated as I flipped through the pages, "This Sexy Fred sounds quite livid." After few minutes of reading into it, I had already begun to form ideas in my head. This... "arena games" and "pit fighting" sounds like something I should look into. I turn to the nearest coneheads which are also deemed as guardians of the library. "Hey, where can I find pit fights?" I ask.

The nearest conehead, A halfling with freckles all round thier face and bright orange hair almost going down to thier feet, confusidly looks to Zealous, she looks tired trying to determine if shes even awake after just glancing at him for a couple seconds, with the only immediate response being, "....what?"

"The pit fights, the arena gaming, the place where Sexy Fred fights at. Can you point the direction out to it for me, please?" I ask, growing mildly concerned for the exhausted ginger in front of me.

"...Finals coming up and I'm already hallucinating" The ginger halfing shakes her head, as if trying to disprove to herself that Zealous is even there "....And you're still there, Hello, sorry I don't....I don't know what your talking about, I don't know a fred, Is he a friend? I can check the ummmm...Lost and found....no thats....you can't put people in there, no"    The tragic lack of coffee in this time becomes violently apparant

"If you are taking history finals, you are failing it terribly, my young fair madame!" I shout at the librarian as I waved at her. "Sexy Fred is somewhat of a gladiator I hear. Never mind, is your elderly one or a supervisor around?"

"No they're at the college, they make me buy books they wrote and the libraray sells them here, 50 gp is fucking bullshit, course requires it too, they only reference ONE FUCKING PAGE, I just wanted to learn astrology dammit, The fuck is an algebra" Ginger Halfling has started crying

I sigh out of exasperation. I do not know why this young lady is telling me her troubles with school and finances. I just want directions to a pit fight, or an arena. "Right... I don't know what an algebra is either, but if it's important, you might as well learn it." I stroke my orange beard out of frustration. Right then, I might be best be off to find a place that sells or gives information about maps. Wait, I am at library. I slap my forehead and began to search for maps.

Yeah don't even roll for that, they got maps, theres even a large sign saying MAPS, at the reception desk

I pick up the map and began to look through them for locations of the pit fights and arena games. I am on a mission ladies and gents! Zealous Terminator is coming!

There is actually several in and around Anxe, Roughly Thirteen competing ones in the lower city tier, Three in the mid city tier and one large one in the highest tiers

Assuming I am already on the lower city tier... I am going to go ahead and visit one of the thirteen pit fights then work my way around from there. Hm, I wonder if I should be concerned with Tarnock's trial? I should be looking for evidences to help him break free. Oh well! TO THE PIT FIGHTS! 

I ran as far as my tiny little legs can take me.

The Richard Butter Slam, Is the fighting pit you come up to first, it looks a little bit in disrepair, wooden boards covering atleast two destroyed windows,

A small line out front, A bugbear with yellow spots, A father and his five children, An elf, and various more nameless npcs  large bouncers standing at the door 

I sure hope these bouncers don't recognize me. By their sizes, I should be able to slip by easily between their legs!

?????.....why are you worried about them reconizing zealous?

You'll never know if I need a code or password to get into the fight club.

(Look at this fuck forgeting the first rule of fight club) That has nothing to do with being reconized, but i suppose if you wanna slip in without being noticed by bouncer senpai you'll half to make a sleath check

The Bouncers notice Zealous-Kohai very shortly paying very little mind untill looks like hes doing a sneak , closing thier legs before he can walk underneath them "Hold it, where you think you're going?"

I look up and then chuckled uneasily, "Erm.... inside?" I said.

"If you watching get in back of the line, Or are you looking to get messed up?" The bouncer grunts

"Look at me and tell me what you think?" I point to my mask and my outfit, surely it is painstakingly obvious! "I am here to MESS someone up."

>Roll the better of intimidation or persuasion

"................" The bouncer is having the hardest time not laughing "You Serious??? HAHAHAHAHA" welp there he go, doing a laugh

Can I do a punch to make him change his mind?

Shit fam give a go >roll your attack

The bouncer is hit in such the right spot to spit out a whole Electrum piece, The other Bouncer is looking with concern "Lenny, We talked about this don't eat coins"

"No thats from....way back I don't.....look fucker just go in ow" Lenny bouncer grimaces

With a prideful grunt, I walk into the fight club! As upon entry, what do I see?

Zealous should be able to gaze upon, A bunch of chairs and tables filled with people, Surrounding a platform created by just having a bunch of crates pushed together, there is what looks like a fishing net at each side of the crate platform, This building clearly wasn't intended for this kind of activity but was makeshiftedly turned into it.

There is two people fighting inside the platform currently one with a club and the other punching him real hard, loud cheering from the crowd

I have urges rising inside me, warrior's blood boiling, screaming me to join in the fight. However... I think I am going to look around or hear anyone talk about this... "Sexy Fred". I walk about in the arena, also looking for something to eat. I am not just being here to revel in the fight, I am also here to eat food and pick up on the lead on the guy as well.

There is alot of Butter stands like selling whole sticks of butter, in The Richard Butter Slam arena, As well as barrels of ale, Bread stands, A stand deep frying bread using ale, wierd stuff

Hm, I think I am in mood for some Buttered toast and a glass of ale.

Costs about 12 copper in total, most of the price coming from the butter, its not very expensive down here and thats probably because everyone is poor as fuck

I SHALL TAKE THAT! Upon after purchasing them, of course. 

pffft, alright the conversion rate of gold to copper is 100 Cp per Gp, so...math that out, or just pretend its pennies to dollars if that helps. The stand (user) owner happily gives you your change and hands you your food

Nice! I grabbed dem food and then walked toward the table nearby and began to eat them as I watch the fight! I am totally secretly studying my next possible fighter's fighting techniques.

I'm just realizing zealous is probably the richest fucker in the room....Anyway! Yeah the two fighters are distributing a whole wallop to each other, While the club wielder have the clear damage advantage the fist fighter is moving around to dammed fast,making it hard to land anything on him, sliding around each swing and bopping the club wielder's nose, after a couple good snoot boops Club user finally collapses onto the platform, an announcer shouting, "Ohhhh! and thats another win for Legs Leviticus, The Club Conroy is going to be mad about that when he wakes up"

"END HIM!" I shout from the chair, shaking my fist violently as I spew butter and bread from my seat.

Legs makes his way to the end of the platform looking down at Zealous "What is with this....Sassy lost child?"

"I AM ZEALOUS TERMINATOR!" I shouted from the distance.

"Well you aint gonna be shit after I'm done with you" Legs motions upward with his thumb as if to challenge Zealous, Club is being picked up and dragged away by staff

"THAT'S A CHALLENGE I SMELL. I SHALL TAKE YOUR CHALLENGE!" I shout and charged toward the clearing, entering the ring by doing some sort of acrobatics for a dramatic entry.

Take a wild guess on what you're going to >Roll

You look like your about to make a glorious  amazing and majestic flip entry, Right up untill you hit into the fish nets you've apparantly completly fogotten about, Legs seems concerned motioning to where Club is being carried out, theres apparantly a small flap where in fighters enter and leave the platform

I hurriedly remove myself from the net to face the Legs more properly. I also make mental note that there's a small flap in case I should inspect it. "Alright, just... give me a second here." I muttered quietly as I attempt to get myself upright.

Task is simple enough not to require a roll, since the net is fixed to the crates and the cieling, There is very little way to get tangled, inless you break it

Nah, no need to break it. Anyway! I get into the clearing and face the Legs more properly. I size him up from the ground, assuming he probably got a huge size advantage on me?

Apparantly yes, standing 6 feet tall and having him some pointed ears, legs starts stretching his legs

I point up toward the Legs and shout out in a mighty prideful cry, "ARE YOU READY TO GO BACK TO YOUR MOMMY FOR SOME COOKIES AND MILK!?"

"SOMETIME LATER TODAY SURE, BUT NOT BEFORE I TEACH YOU SOME TABLE MANNERS" Legs exclaims stomping his legs onto the platform floor

"THEN GET SOME TABLES AND I'LL GLADLY ACCEPT YOUR LESSONS. TEACHERS NEEDS TO HAVE PROPER SUPPLIES TO TEACH THEIR STUDENTS!" I screamed at top of my lungs and proceed to grab at this man's legs.

Oh boy Combat start, Roll some crunchy Initiative, mostly just to determine who goes first

Good Shit, >roll athelics to grapple

The legs to fast to touch as they hop out the way of your grab attempt, His turn

Seeing you leaned over he reels one of his legs backward and strikes it forward, this misses, but shortly after his other legs comes trailing behind, but this has about the the same success, zealous turn

I tackle and wail on the remaining leg he has on the floor!

TO BE CONTINUED->