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arminty7 · 3 years

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𝘚𝘸𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘞𝘪𝘯𝘦

Mermaid!Jungkook x Reader [Part 3]

Trapped in this life of expensive wine and judgemental eyes Y/N met an unusual lady who offered her a job at an aquarium a few towns away. Despite being hesitant and uncertain for the future she decided to take the offer as it was her only way out, not knowing that many dangers might come her way.

Jungkook swam his way through the small tunnel in wonder. He didn’t realise what he was ‘walking’ into as he took the entire night to explore a tunnel. He thought it might lead to you, how naive. It is only when he heard the piercing sound of drilling from the small tunnel entrance did he know what was happening, he was trapped. With that, his instincts took over.

Chapter: #3 Swimming in Wine

Words: 4843

Warnings: Mild Swearing // Fluff // Eventual Smut? Idk maybe depends // Jungkook obsessive // Evil Namjoon (im sorry guys) // It might be a little messed up.

AN - It's been a while. I know.

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It was early in the morning when the sun started to creep its way into the room. You were sitting on your bed and surprisingly enough, you were already awake. You never used to be such an early bird, but throughout these past few nights, you would wake up drenched in sweat. No matter how hard you tried you couldn't stop thinking about the incident on the cliff. Upon sleeping, you could almost feel the arms of the creature wrapped around you, like its haunting touch has placed a permanent mark on you. When thinking about it more deeply, it felt human to you. The arms of a human, but its touch too deeply pressed on your skin: the coldness you felt, reached down to your bones. It was like death was clinging onto you, with you as its life source.

"Hey Y/N? You up?" You heard a whisper and you saw Julie poking her head through the door as she opened it slightly. You look over at her with a relaxed expression and a soft smile.

"Yeah, I'm already up. Did you want to go and get a coffee near the waterfront before dropping me off to work?" You stand up from your bed and start fixing the blankets and pillows.

"Yeah that sounds like a good idea, let me go get my bag and we can leave soon." She spoke as she left the room, closing the door but not all the way.

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Looking out onto the ocean, it felt calm today. Although the tranquillity that you felt while looking out onto the shore exhibited a chaotic kind of peace. The calm before the storm. You could feel it, the anger of the waves crashing down and the freeing nature of the water wanting to come out. But it held restraint, it couldn't do anything even if it tried. Something was missing but you didn't know what. All you knew was that the feeling you had felt when looking out towards the ocean, changed somehow. The calm waters seemed too good to be true.

You sat there at the coffee shop across from the beach near where you work. The smell of sea-salt and fish mixed with coffee seemed like a horrible combination, but the locals were used to it. You found comfort in the idea that you might get used to it too. The coffee that you held in your hands was hot against the cool air. You sipped your coffee while waiting for Julie to come back with her usual morning cravings of insatiable sweet pastries.

“So, tell me. Have you made any work friends? Any of them cute?” Julie sat down across from you, taking you away from your thoughts. You looked over at her and chuckled, rolling your eyes.

“I have made some friends, not many but hopefully that will change in time” You smiled slightly looking out at the ocean again, feeling yourself get distracted but not with anything in particular. "Well it’s your first day today so make sure to stay on your toes, but don't overwork yourself," Julie spoke while her mouth is full of sweet dough-like pastries, more focused on the icing coating the top of her lips, not realising that you have been spacing out this entire time.

Thankfully you're good at multi-tasking and you chuckle at her comment, "It’s funny, people keep forgetting that I have worked at an aquarium before you know? It's not that much of a big deal." You sip your coffee but immediately placed it back down on the table, it was too sweet.

You look at your watch, realising its time to go. Plus, you would rather be at work than trying to have a normal conversation with her, you know she's trying but she's not your caretaker or mother, she doesn't need to try so hard.

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As you walk through the entrance of the Aquarium you could immediately feel the difference in atmosphere from the other day. The busy environment that you knew so well back home at the aquarium suddenly felt familiar. The buzzing sounds of life engulfed the reception as many families and residents were chatting away while waiting in line. Kids nagging at their parents and young couples looking at each other lovingly while waiting in line. There were not many people though as it was early, and it wasn't officially open for another 30 minutes.

You walked past them towards the reception and saw Seokjin who looked busy talking to the people in line. He glanced over at you and he made an expression as if he remembered something.

"Ah Y/N, Jimin told me to tell you to wait for him at the food court at the bar. You'll be working with him today. Taehyung is meant to be here, but he called in sick". You nodded, silently chuckling to yourself as Taehyung probably just called in sick because he was "too busy" or had some "emergency". While in reality, he's probably watching a new season of a drama he recently got addicted to.

You head your way to the food court after you say goodbye to Seokjin. It seemed quiet in the food court but simultaneously busy as workers prepared for the day. You could see some workers running around in their little cafes or tourist shops as you walk towards the main bar. You could hear your heels hit the glassy floor, echoing as it bounced off the wall of the gigantic room.

The bar had no one in it. You suppose it didn't open till later in the day. It was weird to you, you have never seen an Aquarium that had a bar before. Mind you, you never really travelled anywhere so you wouldn't know if it's a common thing to have at Aquariums.

You sat on the stool, looking at the giant tank circling the entire food court, acting as a wall around the large room. You tried to look through it to see how far it went but all you could see was the light blue ocean that seemed almost endless. Some small school fish could also be seen swimming in the tank. It felt as though you were in the middle of the ocean. All alone.

In contrast to the light blue colour that is seen throughout the rest of the room, the small tank that was built into the wall behind the bar looked darker and overgrown. It was a very small square tank that resembled a small window. You could barely see through it, a thick layer of algae covering the glass, it looked so dark in there. Maybe it was connected to another section of the aquarium, perhaps it even descended underground?

You shivered and looked around the food court, were you being watched? You could feel the sudden nervousness tingling throughout your body.

It was a weird feeling that came upon you, an icy cold feeling of loneliness like the air had suddenly shifted. The voices of the other workers in the food court were drifting away and you were slowly slipping away from reality. An alluring voice crept into your ear, singing an enchanting but hypnotising harmony. Somehow you could sense that it wasn't one of the workers for the voice sounded too angelic, too sweet to even be real. Your bones were chilled as you sensed the familiar feeling of cold strong arms enveloping around your waistline and chest as if you were reliving the moment by the cliff. You could physically feel it, its touch… his touch. Closing your eyes, you could feel the cold sharp wind from that moment above the water as it brushed against your cheeks. The creature’s hot breath giving you some type of warmth in the moment, yet it felt unknown to you. Mortality was clutching you in its hands, but you felt so safe. Like it was saving you despite drowning you at the same time.

You shook your head, awaking from the trance that you were in. Glancing back over at the tank behind the bar and you saw a dark figure in the water. It stayed there looking through the algae ridden glass. You could only see a face, black and blue scales on its cheekbones and jaw. It looked human, but at the same time, you knew it wasn't. Its alluring golden eyes, shining in the water, staring into your own. Its eyes were soulless.

By the time you blinked, it was gone.

You stood up, wanting to go closer to the small tank behind the bar. Making your way behind the bar, you were stopped by a strong hand pulling your shoulder back. "What are you doing here?" You turned to see a man who held your shoulder with a firm grip, his eyes staring straight into yours.

Oh, if looks could kill.

"I uhh.." Your mind went blank as you stepped back a bit, away from the man. He looked annoyed while you struggled to let the words out. By this time, you forgot what just happened moments ago.

"Answer my question" He spoke quietly but sternly, letting go of your shoulder but moving a step closer to make sure you can't run away.

"I was waiting for-"

"Yoongi-Hyung, what are you doing?? Leave the poor girl alone, you'll give her a heart attack" You sighed in relief as you saw Jimin walk up to the bar.

'You know this girl?" He spoke in a serious tone, you remembered what Taehyung said earlier about the Bartender, I guess this is him.

Jimin nodded, leaning on the bar. "Her name is Y/N, she's the new recruit Hoseok was telling us about" Jimin looks over at you with a charming smile while you take the opportunity to escape the bar and onto Jimin's side.

Yoongi looked at you and then back at Jimin, "well get outta here will you, the aquarium opens up soon”.

You nodded and Jimin just smirks before looking over at you "Come on Y/N, we have a busy day ahead of us" He stands up, grabbing your hand, giving you his signature smile before leading you out of the food court and down the hall.

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Third Person POV

"I can't believe we are opening up the aquarium a day after we caught it, what if it escapes?!" Hoseok looked down at the ground continuously tapping his foot on the ground as he leaned on the bookshelf in the office. Namjoon sat there in the chair in front of him.

"Don't worry, it can't escape" Namjoon reassured him and then continued.

"We have reason to believe it got stuck in an old tunnel filled with water that was built throughout the aquarium. We constructed the tunnel ages ago for the public and we were going to add glass windows to it, so you can look through the tunnel. However, the construction wasn't going as planned and we halted the idea."

"So, it's just swimming in a small tunnel throughout the aquarium walls with no way out? Like a maze? In pitch-black darkness?" Hoseok widened his eyes, he never heard of such a thing.

"You have nothing to worry about, the tunnel that he swam through to get in the aquarium was connected to the ocean, but we blocked it off as soon as we found out he swam in it. He's stuck in there."

"Are you certain? Have you swum through the tunnel yourself? How do you know there's no other way he can reach the other aquariums for the public to see?" Hoseok said, his voice raised. He walked up to the front of the desk, his hands crossed, Namjoon could sense his doubt radiating off of him.

"Before this place was opened to the public, I got some divers to check it out, it has no pockets or windows. It's pitch black down there" he tried to reassure Hoseok again. Namjoon looked up at Hoseok and he nodded, uncrossing his arms.

"Let's hope he doesn't go too crazy down there, we'll have to get him out soon." He continued, "Oh, by the way, Jackson called. He said yes to the deal." Hoseok

"Good. We will prepare the creature for transport soon".

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It was a busy day.

You sat off to the side as Jimin stood in his wetsuit on the platform of the dolphin's tank. He had a big smile stretched across his face as he instructed the dolphins while the crowd watched from the bleachers. With every flick of his hand, the dolphins would jump up in the air and the echoes of cheering would fill the small arena. You had a bucket of fish with you and you watched as each dolphin would come up to you after doing a trick. You sat on the side of the tank, you were visible to the public eye, but they weren't paying attention to you. It was sad really, you knew what went on in aquariums. How ironic that you want to be free yourself when working at an establishment that rejects freedom. You looked at the next dolphin that swam your way, it seemed weaker than the others. You went closer to the tank and sat on the edge. It slowly swam up to you, it was at that very moment that you saw a gash stretched out on its back. It wasn't bleeding, and you could easily see that it’s been there for a while.

You looked up at Jimin in worry although he didn't take notice. He held the microphone as he catered to the audience. You looked back at the dolphin and reached a fish from the bucket. Perhaps it was self-inflicted somehow. You heard that stuff can happen in aquariums. You watched the dolphin gently swim away, back down into the water, following the strict routine that was given to them before the show.

After the show ended, you still couldn't get that dolphin out of your head. Its empty expression in its eyes is still burned in your mind. All the hope and optimism you once associated with dolphins was now gone.

You stood there in the tiny tin room out the back of the aquarium near the dolphin tank, cleaning buckets of fish that were now empty. Jimin left you and went to go help another co-worker and gave you the task of cleaning out buckets that radiated the smell of decaying fish. You remember the innocent smile he gave you when he asked you for this little favour. It was your job, you couldn't say no - and he knew that.

"Thanks, Y/N! I owe you" Jimin yelled out, waving his hand as he ran off.

It was around 4 pm when you finished cleaning. Your body felt tired from the long day and you and Jimin were headed to the bar.

As you stepped into the food court the feeling you had before suddenly crept through your body. You shivered, and a sudden feeling of dread came upon you. It was weird, you didn't even think about the incident after it happened. Like you suddenly forgot about it. But now, as you slowly walk up towards the bar, you felt a chill encompassed around your bones.

Jimin sat down on the stool on the bar and placed a hand under his chin. He looked up at Yoongi with a smirk, "So, how's business?". Yoongi took a glance up at the both of you and looked back down again, wiping the bar down.

"It was pretty slow today. It was weird, I expected more people to come" Yoongi said quietly. You sat down next to Jimin and crossed your arms over the bar, letting your head rest gently on your arms.

"Hey, I just cleaned that" Yoongi looked over at you but after the day you had, you couldn't care less. You replied with a monotone "sorry" but stayed in your current position. He could tell that you were tired and surprisingly enough, he didn't push it.

"So, you remember that key I gave to you right? The one I found?" Jimin straightened up at Yoongi's words and looked over at you for a split second.

"Yeah I remember, what about it?" Yoongi sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. "Well I need it back" Jimin looked confused, "but I thought you found it, that it had no meaning to you. That's why you gave it to me in the first place"

Yoongi sighed, "To be honest it was actually Hoseok's. I was curious to know what it's for, so I gave it to you. I didn't realise you wouldn't tell me after you found out. Still, after all these years, you haven't told me! To think, I was the one who gave you the key in the first place". Yoongi grabbed a glass from under the bar and shoved some ice in it before filling it up with apple juice. He passed it to you as if to tell you that he still remembers that you're here.

Jimin rolled his eyes, "Yeah, you gave me the key because you were too lazy to figure it out on your own".

"The point is, I need it. Where is it?" Yoongi looked somewhat anxious as he wiped down the bar for the third time.

Jimin shrugs, reaching his arm over to take your drink from the table that you haven't touched.

It’s too sweet. He sipped it casually and looked over at you before landing his eyes towards Yoongi again. "I don't know, I threw it away, I found no use for it".

Yoongi crossed his arms frowned, "that's bullshit, you are lying, and you know it, you've always been a bad liar". Yoongi then looks at you, your arms still crossed as you lay your head there, if they didn't know any better, they would have assumed you were asleep. Except you laid there, silently listening.

Jimin then also frowns, "look I don't know what to tell you, it's been years since you gave me that thing. The truth is, I lost it." Jimin looks up at Yoongi but Yoongi scoffs.

"So, you threw it away or lost it? Come on Jimin, just give it to me, I know you have it". Yoongi looked right through Jimin's eyes, you looked over at both of them, you could tell there was tension in the air.

Jimin was silent and Yoongi sighed grabbing the drink that you obviously weren’t going to finish and pouring it into the sink before placing the glass in the dishwasher under the bar.

Yoongi spoke quietly but you could tell that his words held a lot of weight, "Promise me".

Jimin looked up, "I don't get why you are so obsessed with this key, I don't even have it!"

"Promise me that you don't have it" Yoongi looked at him, his facial expression was the look of hurt more than anything. You could tell that there was more to this than what Yoongi was letting on. You sat there next to them, waiting for Jimin to spill the beans about giving the key to you.

Jimin was hesitant for a second before strongly responding, "I promise I don't have it." Yoongi stood there silent before nodding, mumbling a soft "sorry" under his lips before going back to cleaning the bar, even though he already finished.

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"I can't believe you lied for me," You spoke as you walked around the dolphin tank outside, Jimin walking beside you.

"I didn't lie. I don't have it. You do." Jimin smiled at you brightly, although you could tell that something was bothering him. You both kept walking before Jimin looked at his watch, "I'm sorry I got to go, feel free to stay here as long as you want, Namjoon doesn't mind us staying after hours. Although you do realise our shift ended an hour ago, right?" Jimin smiled brightly as he looked down at you, his eyes shining in the moonlight.

You chuckled, "Yes I knew, I just like your company. Thanks for being there for me. I haven't known you long, but you made me feel comfortable on my first day" You smiled, it seemed like you and Jimin were going to become really good friends.

"I'll always be here Y/N... Anyways I'll see you at work tomorrow yeah? Have a nice night" Jimin waved goodbye and walked away.

You sighed, reaching for the key from your pocket.

"Might as well check it out while I still can?" You thought.

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It was late, really late and you found yourself questioning Jimin's earlier statement about being allowed here after hours. You wandered through the halls of the aquarium, following the directions Jimin and Taehyung showed you last time, careful not to make any loud noises to gain any attention.

The halls were cold, and you could hear were the sounds of your heels tapping against the hard floor. While walking, you felt your chest become heavy, looking around you started to hear weird sounds coming from the walls. You shrugged it off however, you've been in aquariums long enough to know that it could be anything and that it's never completely quiet.

Finally reaching your destination you head down the metal steps. You've never been to this part of the building apart from when Jimin and Taehyung took you, you suppose it's for private personnel only. Continuing down the steps you reach the door to the moonpool, the sounds of water can be heard dripping and sloshing from behind. Inserting the keys and turning the metal handle you slowly walked inside. It was darker than the last time you saw it. What was surprising was the glow worms on the roof of the moonpool illuminating the moonpool and stone walls that surrounded it. You didn't see them during the day. They were beautiful.

Walking along the gravel towards the moonpool, you took off shoes your socks and placed your backpack next to the moonpool. You sat on the edge, dipping your legs in as you rolled up your pants, so they don't get wet. You closed your eyes, feeling the water reach up to your kneecaps. The water was lukewarm, and the smell of sea salt radiating off of it.

What a long day.

If you were being honest, all of this was too much for you. You never thought you would say this, but you miss home. You miss Marina's cooking and weirdly enough, you miss your mother. She hasn't called, even texted since you left. You felt like you thought this would be different, the people here are nice but every so often you get reminded about the flaws of this world, the treatment of animals, – the dolphin – the uneasiness you felt about Julie and her intentions. Even Jimin and Yoongi, you didn’t want to cause a fight between them because of some stupid key.

The water had suddenly started to turn cold, starting from your feet you feel a rush of icy water spread to your knees, eliminating any prior warmth you felt. The dripping stopped, the sloshing of the water halted. You opened your eyes curiously to see a figure from the other side of the moonpool staring right at you. You looked right in its eyes. Time stopped, and you could barely see anything else but the wide golden piercing gaze of the creature. You sat there frozen in place. You don't know how long you stayed like this for, but it took a while to realise what was happening. It didn't say a word, but you could tell by its knowing facial expression that it somehow knows who you are. Looking down in the now murky water you could see an outline of a human’s body, his muscles and broad shoulders prominent underneath the dark blue scales that stretched over its torso. You continued to examine the long outline of a tale - a big tale at that - with the front looking slimy however you could guess that the back of the tale was sharp enough to cut through any piece of flesh that it would encounter. One aspect of the creature that seemed almost beautiful were some parts of his scales that were brighter than others, acting as a highlighter around his cheekbones and arms.

You didn't want to make any sudden movements, frightened that the creature would drag you under. Eat you. Kill you. You decided that it was now or never and spoke quietly under your breath, looking back up at its eyes that never left yours. "Hi, my name is Y/N". Your breath was shaky, and your lips were dry.

"It probably can't even understand you," You thought to yourself.

The creature stopped staring into your eyes and lowered its focus to your legs that were swaying in the water. You shivered, the cold air getting to you. Goosebumps appeared on your legs and arms and you could have sworn you sore the remnant of a smirk that appeared on its lips.

You suddenly had an idea.

Carefully, you looked up at the creature, "I'm just going to grab something out from my backpack, okay?" Slowly you stretched your arm out towards your backpack while maintaining eye contact with the creature. The creature stayed still, however you knocked something metal in your bag and it made a loud noise that echoed throughout the moonpool. The creature’s facial expression turned darker and it went full force towards you, grabbing your calves as it didn't let you go. It was close to your face, its golden eyes peering into yours as you could feel its grip and claws on your legs tighten, its body between your thighs leaning in on you. You breathed in slowly, feeling almost petrified, but somehow you knew the creature didn't mean any harm. It looked over at your hand that was inside your backpack. You waited a few seconds before slowly, lifting your hand out of the bag, to reveal a container of prawns that was meant to be your lunch today.

The creature's grip loosened from your calves as it watched you open the container, taking a prawn before slowly reaching over to the creature's lips. One of its hands let go of your calf as it held your hand, guiding it towards its lips before it opened its mouth biting the prawns head off. You looked at the creature, a little startled. Its teeth were sharper than a normal human, like razors. In fact, you looked closely at the details of the creature's face, noticing the similarities to that of a human. Everything was the same except for the scales on the sides of his face, neck and on his cheekbones. The outline of his eyes was darker though, making his golden eyes brighter than usual. It had brown locks of hair, wet but you could see it was starting to dry. He resembled a male in his 20s.

He finished the prawn quickly and looked back at the container, wanting more. You spoke softly, "have more if you would like".

He looked down at your hand and then back up at you as if it was asking you to feed him again. His grip on one of your calves was softer and you could feel his thumb running circles over your calf. You grabbed another prawn, reaching over to his lips as he was careful not to cut your fingers with his teeth as he ate the prawn.

You sat there, feeding him the rest as he grew more comfortable around you. His hand reached out of the water towards the gravel next to your thigh as he spelled out the words "Jungkook" on the gravel.

"Jungkook?" You questioned, "is that your name?". Jungkook looked up at you before placing his hand on your thigh.

"Yes", he answered. Your eyes widen in shock, you didn't think he could understand you. You frowned and asked him curiously, "could you understand me this whole time?".

He smirked slightly, "I'm not the best at this human language but yes, yes I could" He looked up at you, his eyes shining. You frowned, feeling a little messed around with since he could have at least answered you the many times you spoke to him. But then again you understood, he doesn't know you, and you don't know him.

His grip on your calf and thigh tightened as he started to pull you in the water. You freaked, holding on to the edge of the moonpool. "Wait, wait, wait! I can't get these clothes wet and I uhh, have to get going soon..." Jungkook frowned but stopped pulling. He let go of you.

"Promise me you'll come back?" He looked at you with a sad expression, lowering himself in the water.

You looked down at him as you took your legs out of the water and grabbed your bag with your shoes and socks.

"I promise"

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AN: I know I haven’t updated, but I do really wanna update more. I feel like this chapter was a good one, give me some feedback? :)

tags: @mjlock

#bts #jungkook x reader #jungkook #mermaid jungkook #siren jungkook #bts x reader #bts scenarios #masterlist #park jimin #kim taehyung #kim seokjin #jeon jungkook #kim namjoon #min yoongi #Jung HoSeok #mermaids #sirens

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rexscyarika · 3 years

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Di’kutla Mando’ad

⚠️18+ MINORS DNI⚠️

Wolffe x afab gender neutral reader. Reader is a Mandalorian bounty hunter that now works for the GAR.

Warnings and such: Establishment bdsm (dom/sub) relationship (up to you to decide if that extends to romantic too as it’s never stated either way), orgasm denial, spanking, vaginal fingering, semi public sex, sex in a gunship, public flirting, flirting with Sinker, mention of mlm Boost cause there are no cishet characters in Star Wars, degrading/name calling, use of military titles during sex, manhandling, teasing, praise, pet names including sweetheart and little one, hair pulling, use of the color system, aftercare, begging, dirty talk, brat taming but not really good brat taming cause you got exactly what you wanted by being a brat tbh, implied past threesomes, implied possible future threesome with Sinker (a sequal anyone 👀), hint of an armour kink, military title kink, mention of knives and I think that’s all I hope *edited to add* piv sex

Mando’a translations (I hope there’s not so much it gets confusing to read, if there is lmk, but I love this language sm and writing with it helps me learn it lol)

Cyare/cyar’ika: Darling/beloved/sweetheart

Gedet’ye: Please

Elek/‘lek: Yes

Ad’ika: Little one/sweetie/darling

Al’verde: Commander

Mando’ad/Mando’ade: Mandalorian/Mandalorians

Ori’jate: Very good

Beroya: Bounty hunter

Ruus’alor: Sergeant

Haar’chak: Damn it

Shabuir: Fucker

Di’kut: Idiot/fool

Ner: My

She’cu: Nine

Gar: You

Title means “Foolish Mandalorian”

Ps idk what toilet paper is called in the Star Wars universe so I went with “‘fresher rolls” don’t @ me.

You glanced past the holo projection of the Kel Dor to your frustrated Commander. His hands were flexing by his side and his body was rigid. He shifted impatiently on his feet as he nodded along to whatever the General was saying. The way his muscles rippled under his plastoid armour made your mouth water and you couldn’t wait to feel yourself underneath him. Submitted and begging for release. You knew he’d pounce soon, you knew how to play him. Sure you could just ask him to rearrange your guts but where was the fun in that? You’d been extra flirty with him all morning, an extra touch there, a lingering hand here, a breathy and sweet tone to your voice as you followed his orders.

“Yes, Commander.”

“Anything for you, sir.”

“You’re armour looks extra good on you today, Al’verde.”

An “I’d sure love to cyar’ika.” After you heard a hissed “fuck me.” under his breath after he had spilled hot caf on himself.

He had given you a couple warnings. Ones you responded with by a flutter of eyelashes and a mockingly sweet “Sir, yes, sir.”

What really wound him up though was what you were doing as he spoke to the General. You were sat beside Sinker on a nearby crate, your knees touching and a hand on his thigh. You had removed your helmet and sat it beside you so Wolffe could see every bite of your lip and flutter of your lashes you gave his vod.

You turned your attention back to the silver haired trooper, leaning in closer than necessary to hear his story.

“So Boost goes up to him and the di’kut says: Hey are you a lightsaber cause I’d like to impale myself on you.”

The poor man barely gets that sentence out before he’s wheezing, you joining him promptly after. Wolffe’s head snaps up to you guys and you can feel his gaze burn through you, you just know his lips are pulled into a tight line under his helmet. He turns his attention briefly back to Plo before he is dismissed and you hear footsteps coming your way.

You tried to stifle a smirk as you ignored him.

“How many times do I have to tell him to stop with the pickup lines, he’s never gonna get laid.” You rolled your eyes and huffed in mock exasperation.

“Or maybe a haircut.” You added with a snort.

“I keep telling him that! But he-“ Sinker immediately stiffens and removes the hand that had travelled to your waist as he noticed Wolffe. He stands up and gives his C.O. a small salute. Not really necessary or protocol but he was afraid he had crossed a line and didn’t want to take any chances.

“Commander.” you purred, lifting her head and blinking up at him with hooded eyes. “How’d the meeting go, anything new we need to know?”

He ignored your question but continued staring daggers into your soul as he spoke to Sinker.

“A new shipment of supplies is due to be dropped off anytime. Go and make sure the shinies don’t spill them again.” His voice was gruff and commanding, trying his best not to snap at his vod. After all, it wasn’t his fault you were being a needy little slut.

“Yes sir, right away, sir.” You heard him reply, his shoulders relaxing and a relieved sigh leaving him as he walked away.

You stood up and looked towards Sinker, huffing in mock disappointment.

“Rude. I was having a nice conversation with him.”

You turned to grab your helmet, settling it onto your head before turning back to your Commander.

“He was telling me embarrassing stories about Boost, it was quite entertaining.”

“Uh uh.” He replied, taking a few steps towards you. His voice, deep with irritation and lust, sent a wave of arousal straight to your core. “Entertaining.” The word was laced with sarcasm and a touch of a snarl. He stepped closer, you could hear his breathing through the modulator now. A hand came up to run along the top of your belt, sending shivers through your spine. His other hand came up to rest under your helmet, pulling your head up to look at him. “You’re quite the needy little thing aren’t you, sweetheart?” It was more of a statement than a question and you just scoffed at him and shifted to hide the arousal that was building between your legs. “I asked you a question, beroya.” He growled, his grip on your helmet increasing. You responded by stepping back, your hand moving up to flick his away.

“I’m going to help Sinker.”

You huffed, turning to walk away. His hand hadn’t left your belt, however, and he tightened his grip and pulled you towards him.

“Foolish Mandalorian.” He snarled as he snaked his other hand around to land on your lower back and pull you flush against him, causing a small gasp to travel through your modulator.

“Shabuir.” You fired back, your hands coming up to push at his chest, not that you really wanted to get away mind you. But you knew the more resisting you did the rougher he would get. And the rougher he got the more heat gathered between your legs. And the names, oh the names. Coming from anyone else you probably would’ve pulled your blade on them, but the way he said them in that voice of his, especially modulated through his helmet, turned your limbs to jelly. They were like a condescending prayer falling from his lips and travelling straight to your cunt. He knew this of course, this wasn’t your first time and you had discussed your limits to avoid well, you pulling your blades on him.

He growled your name, a low sinful warning as his hand left your belt to grasp your throat, not hard enough to bruise but certainly not light.

You light out a low whimper at that, the sound, along with it being enhanced by your modulator, sent a shiver down the Commander’s spine.

“Color?” He murmured, somehow flipping his voice to be soft and gentle, his hand moving to gently rest against the back of your neck.

“Green!” You nearly gasped out. You were starting to lose your composure and you knew he could tell that to.

He immediately straightened up, his voice becoming hard and commanding again.

“Then I think it’s time to teach you a lesson in following orders, little one.”

He turned and started walking towards the nearest gunship, his hand pulled tight around your waist.

You stumbled alongside him, his words having weakened your legs even more.

“Easy there.” He chuckled. The sound a low and deep rumble in his chest.

It made you stumble again. The bastard. He knew exactly what he was doing to you.

Despite your weak legs you managed to make it to the gunship where Wolffe hastily opened the door and ushered you in. The door hadn’t fully closed by the time he had pushed up against the wall. His hands came up to remove your helmet and discard it alongside his own and he wasted no time in claiming your mouth, only pausing to order you to keep your hands clasped behind your back. His tongue found no resistance through your lips and he pulled moans deep from your throat as he explored your mouth. While his mouth was busy his hands came to grope and grab at your ass before moving to remove first your belt, then your codpiece. He teased his fingers just inside your waistband, enjoying the way your moans turned to whines.

Just as you were about to pull away and spit a snarky comment at him for taking his time he finally moved his hands down to slide a calloused finger through your folds. A surprised whimper left your lips at that.

He hummed approvingly at the wetness he found there, slowly sliding his finger in before he moved to nip and suck at your neck. His finger didn’t move, not until he slid another to join, at which they both stilled inside you again.

You tried to roll your hips against him, desperate for any kind of friction, but you were met with his other hand roughly shoving your hips back against the wall.

“Ah ah, you take what I give you, cyar’ika.”

You whined into his ear, trying to think of something snarky to say but you were at a loss for words.

“Aw, all tongue tied are we?”

You opened your eyes to meet his as he pulled his mouth from your neck.

You opened your mouth to disagree but it turned into a surprised gasp as he rutted his fingers up inside you, fingers curled expertly to find that spongy spot.

You saw a sly smirk form on his lips before your eyes closed in bliss. He still wasn’t moving quite enough for your liking but at least he was moving you thought.

He brought his mouth back to yours to swallow your moans as his thumb came up to gently circle your throbbing clot.

His hand moved from your hip to grab a handful of your hair. He didn’t pull at first, just kept a gentle pressure pulling at the roots.

“Wolffe.” you moaned out, his hands sending waves of pleasure through your body.

His fingers stilled inside you, making you let out a small whine. He used his grip on your hair to turn you to face him.

“Excuse me?” He growled, meeting your gaze with darkening eyes.

Your own eyes widened at the realization of what you said. “Commander! Sorry, sir.”

He gave a hum of approval and started pumping his fingers inside you again, only this time it was faster and harder. Every push inwards had his fingers brush against that sweet spot and you could feel your orgasm approaching.

You could feel his gaze travelling over your face as you twisted and groaned beneath him.

His thumb came to swirl around your clit again, causing you to cry out. You let your head fall back against the wall as you prepared for the wave of pleasure to wash over you. You could feel it building and building, burning hot, deep within your core. However, instead of the sweet release you had been craving you got a sudden emptiness as he pulled his hand away. You clenched around nothing and let out a whine, snapping your eyes open to look at the culprit. You shivered at the sight. He brought his fingers into his mouth, sucking and licking off the taste of you. His eyes were closed in bliss and he let out a groan around his fingers. A long, deep, sinful sound that shot straight to your soaking cunt.

You watched him with hunger, trying desperately to keep your hands to yourself.

He removed his fingers with a pop and let his eyes fall to your exasperated state. Which he let out a chuckle at.

“You didn’t think you were going to get away with being a brat, did you?”

The venom in the way he said brat and the way his lips turned into a snarl made your pussy throb even more than it already was.

Your eyes widened and you shook your head.

His grip on your hair tightened slightly and he raised his eyebrow in a silent warning.

“No, sir.”

“Thought so.” He let his hand fall from your head and he walked over to some stacked crates, gesturing for you to follow him.

He ordered you to turn around once you had came to face him. The break from him touching you and the brief walk was enough for you to gain back some control of your thoughts so you opted to have a little fun.

“No.”

“Pardon that sweetheart?”

“I said no.” You crossed your arms over your chest and popped your hip out, meeting his gaze with one of defiance. “You didn’t let me cum so I’m not going to listen.”

His jaw tightened and before you knew it you were bent over the crates, face pushed against the cold medal and hands held tightly behind your back. You gasped as you felt yourself being pushed even harder down onto the rough surface as he bent over to bring his lips against your year.

“Watch it, Ruus’alor.” He practically spat, giving your neck a hard nip to prove his point. The use of your title send a shock of arousal through your body and you shivered against the feeling of his breath on your neck.

He straightened up and roughly pulled down your pants, your underwear going with them. The Commander waisted no time in bringing his hands to grope your ass, and his mouth to bite at the soft flesh. Your groaned and leaned into his touch, encouraging him to move his mouth lower.

You were met with a harsh slap to the sensitive skin.

You let out a surprised yelp and your hands moved to grip on the edges of the crate.

You received another slap, this one slightly harsher. You felt him straighten up again as he spoke. “Did you forget how to count, sweetheart? That was two.”

“Sorry, Sir.” You mumbled into the table and were met with another slap.

“Three.” You gasped

“Four.”

“Five.”

“Six.”

“Seven.”

“Eight.”

“She’cu.” You choked out. That was one of your tells it was becoming to much when it came to impact play, slipping back into your native tongue. You two had been quick to figure that out when you started. It wasn’t always negative when you started speaking Mando’a however. Most of the time it meant you were on the verge of an orgasm or you were just so lost in the pleasure you forgot how to speak basic.

His hand moved to rub soothing circles over the reddening skin as his other trailed up and down your waist.

“Ori’jate ner Mando’ad.”

You relaxed under his touch, your breathing coming deep and easy again. Your cunt ached from neglect, you needed him inside you, now.

“Gedet’ye Al’verde.”

“What do you need Cyar’ika?” He leaned his body slightly over yours. You sighed under the weight, it was comforting.

“Gar, Al’verde.” You whined, trying to wiggle your hips against his codpiece. “Need to feel you inside me. Please.”

He brought his lips to the back of your neck and kissed you softly before answering. “Only because you took your punishment so well.”

You managed a breathy thank you before he pulled away to remove his codpiece. You shivered in anticipation as you watched him expertly remove the armour. Your tongue darted out to lick your lips when he removed his cock from the confines of his blacks. He was rock hard and slick with precum.

His gaze met yours and his lips turned up into a grin. “What you’ve never seen a cock before?” He teased taking himself in hand and giving himself a couple pumps.

You managed to roll your eyes and mumble a “Just fuck me already.” as you turned your head from him.

“With pleasure.” He cooed, lining himself up with your aching hole and placing a hand on the small of your back to press you further into the cold surface of the crate.

You both groaned in tandem as he began to push himself into you. He slowly moved deeper until he couldn’t go any further, stopping to take a minute to make sure you were well adjusted before he started moving. As he stilled inside you he moved his body over yours again, taking a hand to gently pull your chin towards him. He kissed you, it was slow and gentle, and you returned it eagerly, clenching around him when he gave your lower lip a little nip. He released a curse into your mouth at that.

“Ready?”

“‘Lek.”

He attached his lips back to yours as he slowly started pulling out of you, eagerly drinking down every sound you made. You thought he was going to pull out of you completely before he buried his hips against yours in one swift motion. His cock hitting deep inside you caused you to cry out and push back against him, seeking more.

“So eager.” He breathed against your lips before pulling out and snapping his hips in again, faster this time.

This caused you to roll your head away from his, resting your forehead on the crate, hands clinging desperately to the sides as your Commander’s movements quickened with every thrust. His breathy groans left your ear as he stood up, placing his hands on your hips in a tight grip.

“Fuck you feel so good.”

You only groaned in response, the praise sending a wave of pleasure down your body and causing you to clench around him. He hissed at that before speeding up his thrusts and somehow managing to hit even deeper inside you.

Your words were coming in garbled mix of basic and Mando’a now, the pressure in your core steadily growing.

“Are you going to cum, sweetheart?”

You managed to nod in response before crying out in frustration as his movements slowed.

“Do you think you deserve to?”

“Elek, Al’verde gedet’ye!”

“Hmm. I don’t know about that.”

His head lowered to your ear again.

“Good Mando’ade listen when their Commander tells them to behave.”

He brought a hand to your ass in a light slap, making you jump slightly forward in surprise, well as far as you could being pinned against a metal crate.

“They don’t continue to be brats and flirt with my vode.” He added, moving his hand to grip at your hair. “Maybe I should call Sinker in here so he can see what he’s missing.”

Your breath hitched at that.

“Or maybe I should just pull out and let him take care of you. After all sweetheart, you seemed mighty eager to let him fuck you.”

You buried your head against the cold metal as a whine escaped your hips and you clenched around his barely moving cock.

“Hmm what a filthy little thing, you’d like that wouldn’t you?” He chuckled, suddenly snapping his hips back towards you in a deep thrust.

You let out a choked cry. “Haar’chak Al’verde, gedet’ye!” The pressure in your core was overwhelming, you felt like you could burst at any second but his movements were to slow too let you. Tears pricked your eyes as the pleads fell from your lips. His cock inside you was too much yet not enough at the same time. Your body was heated with pleasure but also a small amount of smugness. You had him exactly where you wanted him, pushing all his buttons to get what you wanted.

You hadn’t realized you had been whining apologies to him until his movements sped up again.

“There you go, cyar’ika.” He breathed out as he set an unforgiving pace, hips angled to hit your g-spot and his hand leaving your hair to rub circles on your clit. You couldn’t form words at this point, just moans and gasps as you chased your release. You could tell he was close too. His thrusts had become more erratic, and the hand at your hip had tightened its grip. Your mouth fell open in a shout of his name as his next words pushed you over the edge.

“Cum for me, ad’ika. Make a mess on my cock.”

And you did, your orgasm rippling through you in it’s unforgiving intensity. You felt yourself clench hard around him, the action causing him to spill inside you with a sputter of his hips and curse of your name from his lips. You became slightly numb as you came down from your high, barely registering that Wolffe was pulling you into his lap. Soft praises fell from his lips as he gently held your head against his chest. You wrapped your arms around his waist, trying to get as close as you could despite the armour you both still wore above your waists. Your breathing came slow and deep, synching to his. Once you had gained some semblance of control you looked up at him to find him studying you intently.

You raised an eyebrow at the question that was pulling at his lips.

“Would you actually wanna fuck Sinker?”

You giggled at the disbelief in his voice before you moved your head into his chest to hide the red that was creeping up your face. “Maybe.” You mumbled, partly hoping he didn’t hear you.

“But it’s Sinker!” He groaned in confusion.

You popped your head back up that.

“I happen to like Sinker quite a bit thank you very much.” You huffed in defence. Not that it had any real heat to it you as you knew he was teasing. He really was quite fond of the trooper but he liked it give him a hard time.

He chuckled at you, more moving of his chest than actual sound. “Wouldn’t be the first time I’ve shared you, cyar’ika. As long as you remember the rules.”

You rolled your eyes at him, of course you’d remember the rules.

“Not without you and you’re in charge.” You sealed your words with a boop to his nose, causing him to return your eye roll.

“That’s my good little beroya.”

His words made you flush again, but it turned into a grimace as you felt the mess between your legs.

“You made a mess Wolffe!” You tutted in mock annoyance as you stood up in search of something to clean you up. You couldn’t see his face but you’re sure he rolled his eyes at you again. You let out a small cheer as you opened one of the crates to find it filled with ‘fresher rolls. Grabbing one you turned back to find your Commander walking up to you with your discarded pieces of armour. You put them back on after cleaning yourself up as best you could. Once you were done you looked up to find Wolffe staring at you with a smirk on his face.

“What?!”

“Your armour’s sexy.”

“No your armour’s sexy.” You replied tapping a finger on his chest as you leaned up to press a kiss to his cheek.

He let out a snort before handing your helmet to you.

“Why thank you, cyar’ika.” You purred, lifting it from his hand. Before you could put it on however, he grasped your chin between two fingers and pulled you up to kiss him. It was deep and passionate and made you melt into his touch. He pulled away with a smirk, leaving you out of breath and on slightly shaky legs as he put his helmet on.

“Why don’t we go and check on your darling Sinker? Make sure he hasn’t knocked out any shinies.” He sighed in slight exasperated at the second sentence as he turned to open the door out of the gunship.

You scoffed at his words but also put on your helmet to follow him. Sinker has been know to get a little... snippy at shinies here and there. You’ve had to step between him and a terrified trooper more than once. Not that you haven’t had to do that with Wolffe mind you, he was just as bad if not worse. You grinned as you stepped out of the gunship, a small limp finding it’s way into your step. You couldn’t wait to see Sinker’s response to your little proposition you had prepared for him.

#commander wolffe #commander Wolffe x reader #commander wolffe x you #commander Wolffe smut #I hope sinker isn’t to ooc but he didn’t have much screen time so I made up things

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Love's Torture | chapter 1

author's note: this is the first multiple chapters thing i've written ever idk how well this is gonna go but we'll see what happens, also please forgive me as i am VERY new to the mcu and may not know a bunch about it all so please forgive me if there's any misinformation! also one character in this chapter is my own, isn't real so just a fair warning. also translations will be at the very bottom so don't fret!!

warnings: mention of torture, anxiety, depression, mental illness, trauma, mentions of a gun, violence, fighting, blood, death

story summary: Adelina Bogdan is Hydra's newest experiment. She is an expert assassin, just like Bucky Barnes was. The Avengers and even Bucky all thought Hydra was gone. But what happens when Hydra discovers Bucky is still alive? Adelina is sent to kill him. But she may remember more than what she thought she did...

It was 1942.

The ballroom was filled with people dancing, sipping on their wine and champagne. Adelina had just finished a mission with James, otherwise known as Bucky, Barnes. Her partner in crime. She had massive feelings for him and he felt the same. They were in love.

She felt a hand on the small of her back and she turned around, drink in hand, and realized it was the love of her life; Bucky. She smiled widely and squealed as she hugged him, wrapping her arms around his neck. He let out a loud laugh and hugged her back, wrapping his arms around her tiny waist.

"Hey, doll. You looked like you could use some company," Bucky said as he left his hand on her waist. She giggled at his words and leaned her head on his chest, feeling nothing but complete bliss in that moment.

"I'm so glad we finished everything, Bucky. Now, we can live together forever, happily, for the rest of our lives," she spoke with such love and tenderness in her voice, watching all the people dancing about in the ballroom. She took a deep, relieving breath as she looked up at him and he smiled at her. Her heart had never been more happier in that moment. He tightened his grip on her, hugging her tightly against his body.

The cold, frigid air was what brought Adelina back to her current surroundings. She still remembered every bit of Bucky, no matter how much Hydra tried to brainwash her. They tortured her, trained her to be the best assassin they had, they took out her eye, and replaced it with a robotic one that was enhanced with precision aiming, information on each target. She endured long, painful nights, but she would never let a mission fail. She wasn't going to let herself be in pain anymore.

Her current mission, a man named Dimitri Petrov, was one she was determined to hunt down and kill herself. This man had caused her a great deal of pain, and she was filled with rage as she remembered him and his name.

She stood on a snowy, white hill, spotting him from miles away. Her robotic eye gave her all the information she needed to know, and luckily, he couldn't see her from this far away.

Age: 45 years old

Weakness: His stomach

Strength: Kicks

That told her everything she needed to know.

"Обойди в сторону. Я пойду прямо. Ждите моего сигнала." Adelina didn't take her eyes off her target as she barked orders at the men, telling them to go around the side. She was going straight in. They all nodded as they turned on their snow mobiles, heading towards their target.

Adelina headed off on her own, the bitter cold air biting at her skin, her golden blonde hair blowing in the wind. Once she reached the building her target was in, she hopped off, grabbed her gun and headed towards the entrance.

She could see Dimitri talking amongst his comrades as she hid behind a wall, sneaking her way up some stairs, being as quiet as she could be. Once he was done talking, he was finally by himself, going inside his room where he parked himself at his bed. His back was faced toward the door as he was rummaging through his drawer. He stopped abruptly, looking up at the wall, already knowing she was behind him, standing by the door.

"Ах, Аделина. Какой сюрприз." His voice made her skin shiver, but she didn't let that distract her from her mission. Find, kill, destroy.

"Are you here to kill me?" he asked, this time in English as he turned around towards her, his sinister smile on his lips not wavering. She didn't bother answering. All she saw was red.

"It's a shame you're on their side, Adelina. You were a great student. Too bad you had to suffer for so long," he laughed at his own statement, and Adelina scowled under her mask, her breathing getting heavier and heavier as the rage inside of her grew.

"Выходи." And with that, 3 men came out from behind Dimitri. Her stare on him didn't waver, however, as he snuck out from behind them. They moved in on her, and as soon as one of them was close enough, that's when she started fighting them.

She kicked one of them in the chest, knocking them on the ground, the other one coming from behind, grabbing her arm, trying to render her defenseless but she turned around, grabbed her knife and stabbed him in his neck, killing him instantly. The other one tried to punch her but she grabbed his hand, pulled his arm behind his back and broke his arm, kicking him off the balcony. The one man she kicked on the floor got up and surprised her, jumping on her and putting his hand on her face, forcing it to the floor. But that gave her the perfect opportunity to use one of her free hands, grabbing his arm and pushing him off her with such force, he hit the wall with a thud. She didn't hesitate to take out her gun and shoot him in the face.

That's when she heard bustling outside, Dimitri trying to escape. She ran towards the balcony, looked outside for him and her robotic eye found him immediately. She jumped from the balcony and landed right in front of him, blocking off his means to escape. Suddenly, Adelina's men came out from behind their hiding spots, pointing guns at Dimitri.

"Is this what you've come to? Killing innocent people?" Dimitri tried to lie his way out of this one. She chuckled under her mask as she walked slowly toward him.

"Вы не невиновны." She spoke with such rage as she was right in front of him, grabbing him by the throat. He tried to fight his way out of her grip but her strength was so strong, she was choking him in the air. He gasped for air as he tried to fight her back, but after a few seconds, his body went limp. Her face had a stone cold expression as his body fell to the ground.

Her mission was complete.

Her men all gathered around her as she exited the building, making her way to the snow mobile she used to get here.

"Взорвать." She looked back at the building before hopping on her mode of transportation, and making her way back to Hydra base. The building and everything around it blew up.

She had succeeded.

author's note: good? bad????? lemme know idk akslfjlas;dkfjs bucky will come in i just want this to be as realistic as possible please let me know what you think!

translations:

"Ах, Аделина. Какой сюрприз." - "Ah, Adelina. What a nice surprise."

"Выходи." - "Come on out."

"Вы не невиновны." - "You're not innocent."

"Взорвать." - "Blow it up."

#bucky barnes #james bucky barnes #sebastian stan #seb stan #marvel #marvel mcu #marvel universe #mcu #winter solider

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Kakuriyo no Yadomeshi Volume 6 Intermission 2 - Akatsuki, and a Letter from Utsushiyo

T/N: Heck yeah it's time for the two spider siblings to shine lol we haven't heard from Suzuran for a while now, well, spoiler alert she has left Kakuriyo and hasn't appeared yet since Volume 1 ended, or in the anime when she chose to live on someone's grave. *cough, Shirou, cough* Well, I guess that’s just that. I hope you enjoy reading this short one.

Also if you like this translation, you can heart it, share the link, reblog, I just respectfully ask that DO NOT REPOST ELSEWHERE. This is my contribution to the scant English content of this fandom, and I worked really hard to finish this thing, it’s not like I just copy-pasted everything. I even had to build the kanji in Jisho one by one. Try it and you’ll see what I mean.You can rave about this, rant about this, but if possible please link back to this page. If you’re unsure how to do that, just copy the web address of this page. If you’re on a blogsite just insert the web address as a hyperlink as a link back to here. Honestly if this light novel was officially-published in English, I wouldn’t even be doing this right now... And if it did, I’d take this offline to support the publishers and Yuuma-sensei. Creators support creators, is what I believe in. As previously-mentioned in earlier chapters, if you stumbled upon this one, the two seasons of the anime covered volumes 1-5, so other than the extra details, you didn’t miss much stuff.

OK Here we go-- P148 "Thank you for coming to Tenjin-ya, we look forward to seeing you again." I am an earth spider, a Tsuchigumo named Akatsuki. I am Tenjin-ya's head receptionist. The waitresses and the Gesokuban** has sent off the final guest for today with a smile, and my work as the head receptionist has ended. The moment that the last guest gets sent off, I always breathe a sigh of relief. The front desk's work ended before evening, and the day before the entire inn is closed on a break, we all soak in the feeling of liberation. The young Ogre bellboys were shouting "It's rest day! It's rest day!" and were running around the front desk. The Bake-Tanuki Gesokuban Chiaki-san gathered the ogre bellboys together and assembled in the lobby, and called them one by one in sequential order. Many of the ogre children were orphans, and not only does Tenjin-ya go beyond in providing them work, but also the day before the inn closes for a break, apart from their salaries they also receive a bit of pocket money, and the very first in the line gets freed off from work. "Alright you lot, return to your dormitories like adults, so you won't cause any trouble during work." "OK-- Gesokubanchou**-sama!" As the ogre kids were lining up one by one, Chiaki-san encouraged them to return to their dormitories quietly. "If you run your pocket money gets forfeited. Oh, and greet the head receptionist too." T/N: Gesokuban= doornan, in charge of the guests' footwear. Sorta like bellboys too. Gesokubanchou=head of the doormen P149 "OK--. Goodbye, Bantou-sama!" "Ohhhh..." It's impossible for me to take care of those brats... It must be difficult to be in charge of the footwear. It's better to be a receptionist. "Whew, it's finally over. Ah, Akatsuki, after this, won't you come with me to Gintengai to have some drinks?" After sending off the ogre children back to their dorms, Chiaki-san called up. He always has this soft smile and voice with a subservient attitude, but he is my sempai as he started a bit earlier than me in working for Tenjin-ya. Among the management staff he is the most recent to join, and considerably has a lot of assigned duties and tasks. "Oh, but tonight you're also going to Aoi-san's place to have dinner, don't you?" "No. Apparently today only the girls got together, they seemed to be having a weird meeting or something." "That's also what Kasuga said. She says that Aoi-san is very friendly to everyone in Tenjin-ya. Ah, Waka-danna sama, are you free tonight? If it's fine with you, would you like to go out and have a drink with me?" "Oh, that sounds nice, Chiaki." Chiaki-san also called up Waka-danna sama. It's weird that he's up for it. Chiaki-san, he seems to have an air of softness and limpness that I don't have, and sometimes I don't think he's appropriate for the reception desk. But the person in question is, among the management staff is said to be the number one outlier with having the position of Gesokubanchou, as he said previously that he likes his job. T/N: Bantou=head receptionist P150 "Ah, uhm... Akatsuki-sama, Chiaki-sama, Ginji-sama.." "Do you have any plans for tomorrow?" "If it's fine with you, would you want to go out and have fun with us?" There were three waitresses, they seem to choose at their own discretion when to talk to us. Lately, I have been invited to go out a lot. But for me, I want to get some rest on a rest day. "That sounds nice. But tomorrow I'm called to go back home to my parents' house. I hope you can invite me next time." Chiaki-san rubbed the back of his head, he seemed to be used to it by now and was resolute. Waka-danna sama seemed to be puzzled by the invitation, and flatly refused by saying "I too, have other scheduled appointments." I just decided and told them "That's a no-go" because it's too much of a hassle. "Oh, I see..." It's easy to understand that the waitresses got disappointed as their shoulders went down. "If that's so, then are you free the next time the inn closes for a break?" "Uhm...." The waitresses weren't discouraged. Why did Chiaki-san and Waka-danna sama looked at me over here? At most, you're always free and going out during resting days, it seems. Are you pranking the kouhai? "Hey, wait a minute you lot. Tomorrow the famous Kabuki lead actor named Yukinojou from Youto is coming to the Kabuki Troupe in Kimon**. T/N: Apparently this is what 鬼門 reads so I apologize if I wrote it as Onimon before, I was too much of a dumbass to correct everything oh well at least I learned it before finishing this volume lol P151 You're going out with those guys? You'll just keep screeching and screaming out." Suddenly, O-ryo appeared behind us. The waitresses seemed to lap up what O-ryo brought about, and went "Really?--" "You're kidding, is that true O-ryo?" "I have to check the bulletin board!" "Yukinojou-sama--!" Just a while ago they were disheartened and now they went off somewhere. The girls' high-pitched voices were ringing out, and they didn't even look back as they left us. "As expected of you, O-ryo san. You saved us." Waka-danna sama gratefully spoke to O-ryo, but she just raised an eyebrow and laughed at us. "You three, you were targetted by the waitresses. Among the management staff, you had the lowest difficulty levels. You got cornered, weren't you?" "Is that praise or is that disdain?" "Akatsuki, I saved you, you could at least thank me for it." O-ryo pointed her finger at me, and forced me to say thank you to her. She's surely shameless, an impatient and distasteful woman. P152 "O-ryo sama!" It's the Bake-Tanuki waitress, Kasuga has come and pulled the bottom of O-ryo's kimono. "Let's go now to Yugao. Aoi-chan's waiting." "OK, OK. Those group of single guys seem to be going out for drinks, but aren't we going to a glitzy girls' night-out? Awww, what a pity, you can't go with us--, you have no means to--" "O-ryo sama. They're also having that in secret. It's the same level as ours." As expected of Kasuga to point that out. She's merely a waitress, but her wit and cleverness is effective, and she is a hard-working Tanuki girl. I also unintentionally asked her to do errands and what not here and there. "Ah..." Kasuga turned her head towards us again, but stopped whatever she was about to say.. No, not really, but when she looked at us, it seemed that she looked at Chiaki-san who was beside us. Chiaki-san didn't seem to move a bit, but he just lazily smiled.

Inside Gintengai, the riverside were lined up with food carts, and it was the busiest corner. It was the place were middle-aged men gathered after work before returning home. The fowl grilling place had three open seats, and we each ordered our favorite liquor and had them heated and poured for us**. "Ahh, it's nice to have some barbecued fowl every now and then in these food carts." T/N: Yeah I know it's weird but sake or rice liquor is actually drunk either warmed up or at room temperature, I don't know why though, maybe to help the alcohol evaporate IDK because normally beers and wines are chilled then served, but hey, it is what it is lol. Also I just translated the fowl, or poultry from the generic term 鳥=tori because it can range from chicken to duck to turkey to exotic birds like guinea fowls and peahens. Like the offal hot pot, we can only guess what they were grilling here. I'd call duck and chicken lol P153 "Yeah, I agree. Waka-danna sama, whenever you're free you always go to Yugao, don't you? Every now and then let's get together, please?" "Yes, well, I'm here now, am I?" After seeing that the Waka-danna sama seems to be in good spirits, Chiaki-san requested to the Oyaji** "Ah, I'll have the chicken wings and scallion skewers. Everything plain salted." "I'll... Have the gizzards with scallions, plain salted, as well as some liver with dipping sauce, please." "I'll have the parson's nose** and some chicken meatloaf, with the skin. With dipping sauce." While the liquor bottles were being heated, we had a chat. The barbecued chicken that they were cooking soon gave off a delicious smell. "To be honest, it was a good thing that Waka-danna sama has returned to Tenjin-ya. During the time that Waka-danna sama was away, Tenjin-ya was in trouble. Akatsuki, somehow everyday acts like a little girlfriend running around saying 'We need you Waka-danna sama, please come hooome--'. That image has been burned inside my head." "What?" "Wait, Chiaki-san!" Well, the Waka-danna sama's usual workload isn't run of the mill, it's like it left a void. However suprised the Waka-danna sama looked, his blank face looked at mine. "Uhm.. That is..Somehow, the front desk's work is sustained by the Waka-danna sama, and I happened to experience that personally." T/N: Oyaji=usually the dude who owns the establishment, they normally cook and grill and stuff. Their waifus handle the cashiers. Also srsly these dudes know their fowl well, especially Akatsuki. I mean, chicken butt/parson's nose is full of that fatty cholesterol-filled goodness, as well as the skin wahhh now I want some of these too T__T P154 I was muttering my embarassing thoughts as my greasy sweat overflowed. That busy time has been pardoned already... speaking of, when the grilled skewers were done, I ate them hungrily. Ah, even the cartilage tastes good. "Akatsuki... It's unfortunate to have experienced those troubles, wasn't it?" "Ehrmm.. yeah." Waka-danna sama seemed to have gotten quiet, and I was so embarassed I couldn't say anything. I drank the sake bit by bit. "Well, anyways.. Waka-danna sama is awesome though. It's because while planning activities and managing Tenjin-ya, you were also said to be assigned to the internal affairs of Kimon. You were also looking after anything that troubles the Odanna-sama's fiancee. If it was me I couldn't handle it. I already find it hard just taking care of the ogre kids." While Chiaki-san was talking, the topic shifted to Aoi. "Ah, ahahaha. I wasn't looking after Aoi-san, I just let her do what she wanted, I think that's the right thing to do.. And because Aoi-san is a dependable person, it came to the extent that she helped me. Even now, with the souvenir products that Tenjin-ya asked Dr. Saraku to make, she's still doing her best to help with it, it seems... She's really awesome." Waka-danna seemed to have remembered something, and silently laughed, before ordering another bottle of sake. That guy, isn't he a bit harsh... P155 "I don't normally work with Aoi-san so I don't understand but, she's somewhat special, that granddaughter of Shirou's." "Yes, that is, Aoi-san is an amazing person. Aoi-san's cooking. Say Akatsuki. Somehow in the beginning Akatsuki was harsh with Aoi-san, but now you're part of the Yugao gang, aren't you?" "Eh? No, uhm...." "Oh, you're pausing with your words, you're hesitating. You weren't objecting that time, Akatsuki.." "..." Someday, when you make fun of me again, I'll be prepared. But, I need to think how can I deal with this now... When these guys bring up that topic again after a while, I'll change to make quick and sleek comebacks. "Certainly I go eat Aoi's cooking since it's a great way to end the working day, but compared to me, O-ryo goes there to a greater extent, doesn't she? To think that she tried killing Aoi before!" "Ah, ahaha. For sure, O-ryo san has now become less snappy and harsh... She goes to Yugao and pesters Aoi-san a lot. After that Kasuga-san also goes a lot to Yugao too." After that, instantly, it seems that Waka-danna sama remembered a lot of things about O-ryo and Kasuga. "Speaking of Kasuga-san, until now she still calls O-ryo as O-ryo sama? Even though she has already lost the position of Waka-Okami she still calls her as such." P156 "It's because Kasuga likes O-ryo. It's because ever since Kasuga started working in Tenjin-ya, she always bothered O-ryo san to look after her because she doesn't know anything." "Really, is that so? Isn't Kasuga-san and Chiaki relatives?" "Uhm, yes, yes we are..." Good, the topic has changed smoothly. Being tipsy, Waka-danna sama and Chiaki-san started talking about Kasuga and O-ryo. I was relieved, and added an order of thighs and chicken meatloaf from Oyaji. I really love meatloaf... "Oh, right, Chiaki-san, aren't you about to say something about that Kasuga?" When I asked him about it, Chiaki-san's face got all stiff for a moment. It was weird, for that person to have that face. But immediately after that, his usual sloppy face went back. "Ah, it's probably due to tomorrow's stuff." "Tomorrow?" "Tomorrow, we have to go back home. Also, it's something important." Oh, it's true, because they were going back home, he didn't lie to the girls when he was invited. But it's weird how he said it. Could it be that he doesn't want to go back home? P157 "Isn't Waka-danna sama going back to Orio-ya?" "What, why?" "But that's what going home means, right? When you don't have a village to go back to. Don't you have an older brother?" Waka-danna sama only waved his hands in front of him, with regards to Chiaki-san's unsophisticated question.

“No, no, that, uhm.. Right now it's a bother to go home. Right, Akatsuki?" "Why is the conversation swayed to me?" When it comes to a home, I have no such place. I have been born and raised in Utsushiyo, my only living relative is in there right now, my younger sister... "That much- How is my nose stupid?" In an instant, the drunk and wasted middle-aged Tengu nearby started making a racket, and he hit me with a hot sake bottle by mistake. "..." What the heck is this? As I was staring fixatedly, I got lost in time. While looking at the Tengu who got caught in the moment, my former boss Hatori-san, the current head receptionist of our rival inn, and previously when the Tengus became violent in the front desk I recalled the memories, and I got angry. I wanted to tear out all of the feathers of the middle-aged Tengu, but Waka-danna sama and Chiaki-san P158 pacified me "Woah, woah there, Akatsuki", and nevertheless I peacefully settled down. I went back to drinking in desperation. When the other sempai noticed it they just start talking. It’s mainly due to Hatori-san. A lot of things happened, and the night grew late.

"Tch, I drank too much. Waka-danna sama is too tough..." Upon returning to the males' dorms, while my drunk head was spinning around, I entered the men's baths. I splashed on water to wash off the liquor smell, then opened the sliding doors to my room and burst inside, and collapsed on the futon that I kept lying around. My room is at the top floor of the males' dorms. As the head receptionist I was given my own flat, and I wasn't roommates with anyone. Ah, the cool breeze feels great. I went and opened the veranda's door, and I looked at Kakuriyo's faintly darkened evening sky. "Hoo-hoo. It's the hoot of the underworld's night owl." "Hmm.. what?" From the veranda a single owl feather flew inside, and somehow plopped down, and I went inside the room again. "What is this.. A letter for me?" It was a momiji-patterned stationery. I haven't received a letter for a long time. P159 A red stamp was attached, this was exclusively used by the underworld's postal service that goes between Utsushiyo and Kakuriyo. The sender is... "Suzuran" In one breath, I got sobered up. This was my younger sister, Suzuran's letter. I stood up and pulled out a pair of scissors, and cut the seal.

"Akatsuki-niisan, it has been a long time. Are you busy everyday? I'm worried about niisan, don't work too hard and neglect taking care of your health. Are you eating nutritious food? Are you sleeping enough?"

What the, her opening was only about her worries. Don't worry Suzuran, about your brother. That detestable Shirou's granddaughter's food, I eat those everyday and get healthier. It's full of nutrients as well as delicious. I'm not miserable.

"Akatsuki-niisan may be blunt and crude, but he's really very sweet, are you on good terms with Aoi-san right now? Did I guess that right?" P160 "What the heck." That woman Suzuran. I don't understand why she's on good terms with Aoi, but for sure, she's saying nice things about her because they bonded during the time she stayed here. My sister by blood, she forsees just about everything.

"While I was taking care of Shirou-san's tombstone, I was also looking after the businesses of the people in Utsushiyo. When the Ayakashi living here come and wreck Shirou-san's tombstone, I grow into a larger body, you know? Everybody flees, when they see my Jorougumo** form."

"Oh, goodness, so that's it..." Even I was, when she powerfully threw me out of Tenjin-ya, her powers were quite strong...

"I love niisan, who works his best as a receptionist at Tenjin-ya. But please, don't be too excessive. Take some time to rest. Because niisan dislikes taking a break. You also dislike having fun with girls every now and then."

"Stop it. Leave me alone." T/N: So while Akatsuki is a spider demon- a tsuchigumo=土蜘蛛 that burrows underground like a tarantula, his sister Suzuran is an orb weaver spider demon, a jorougumo=女郎蜘蛛 that hangs on trees. No wonder Akatsuki's mini-form looks so pudgy and cute gwahahaha especially the cute skull on his abdomen. Try searching for that image, when Suzuran beat the crap out of him and he got weak AF wahahaha poor bean P161 "Suzuran always thinks of niisan during the dawn**. Please take care."

After reading the letter, I suddenly laughed at my younger sister's noisy wordings. The letter you sent had composure, as such, from where you are, you're also in good health. While protecting the tombstone of Shirou, whom you love. "..." Instantly, from the edges I saw a reddish ray of light, and as I opened the sliding screen, I looked at the early morning sky. Oh, I get it... The wonderful early morning sky. She said dawn, as it was my name. "Today... That's it. I'll write back Suzuran a very casual letter." Since she has left Kakuriyo, I'll write up everything that has happened in here since then. Also, while by tired body already had its rest, it's fine to do my best at work again. T/N: Akatsuki's name is literally "daybreak", not like them Orochimaru peeps lol

End of Intermission 2, Volume 6. Previous - Chapter 4. Next - Chapter 5

References:

Wonderful site for the youkai references

Other stuff I used to do this: Kodansha Kanji Learner’s Dictionary (you can buy here, I’m not sponsored btw). I was about to buy the older edition but then the newer one came out 2013 so I bought that instead. Worth buying since I was able to find nearly all of the words I needed just by stroke pattern alone.

Merriam-Webster's Japanese-English Dictionary (the red-covered 1996 version is apparently out of print right now). This is what I have been using for a very long time, I bought it when I was still a fetus (yes I am old so what lol), and after so many years, when compared to newer editions, I still prefer this one since its entirety is Japanese-English, the English to Japanese gloss are just 16 pages tops, so you get more Japanese words for your buck. But that’s just my opinion, maybe other people prefer the Jap-En x En-Jap IDEK.

Basic online dictionary, Jisho. Knowledge of verb conjugations and other words are necessary since not all have entries.

If you can read Japanese, you can buy the whole set in Amazon Japan, they’re shipping worldwide now, I think.

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goshwrites · 4 years

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Enclosed Memories (yandere x reader) Prologue

summary: History was always important to you. The tales of the long dead and their life stories and experiences seemed to caress your mind endlessly as you had diligently studied throughout highschool what many had troubled grasping. Now you have graduated and although the thought of studying history in college appealed to you, you wanted something more. You wanted to truly experience history and the artifacts that came with it. So you decide to go to a place that has always called to you and a place you've longed to be- Vienna, Austria.

warnings: obsession, unhealthy relationships, demonic activity

A/N: oh boy here we go. the next one on the list. has a bit of a slow start but the first chapter? hehe. happy reading (and also idk german I just did google translate sorry)

The steady rhythm of your boots hit the tile floor as you walked through the airport. Other fellow passengers bustled around as they were either rushing to get to their flight or walking calmly as you for they were at their destination. Your destination. That fact alone sent a rush of happiness through your body. You had made it. Vienna, Austria. One of the most beautiful places on Earth in your opinion. It always had a beautiful theme that called to you ever since you learned about it in history. There was just something about it. Something that felt... that truly felt historic. It was timeless in a way. The culture that resided here along with tones of Germany for that matter is simply just... breathtaking. So that's why you came here. You wanted to truly experience the history this country has to offer so you came to the capital of it. But of course this wasn't a last minute plan. Both you and your parents had saved enough for you to afford to both travel and to live here. Your parents were not necessarily rich, but they were prospering.

Your two suitcases followed after you as you managed to push open a glass door and step out of the airport. Even though daylight was gone, you could see the bare landscape stretching out in front of you for miles. Wow. Already this land was very different from where you came from. But already you knew this would be worth it. You stood on the expanding sidewalk at the International Airport of Vienna while waiting for your ride to appear. Once the car pulled up, you managed to get both of your suitcases in the back before you got in the back of the car.

"Guten Abend, Fräulein. Wohin soll ich Sie bringen?" Your gaze snapped forward to the driver who was looking back at you. You had taken a course in German before coming here, but it took you a moment to translate that he was asking where to take you.

"Ah umm- Ich wür-würde gerne gehen zu..." You managed to sorta begin before you showed the man the address for the hotel you would stay in for the time being.

"Ah." He said with a nod before he was driving off. You mentally sighed in relief that the man understood you. "You are an American?" Then... wait. Your eyes met the man's bright blue in the mirror as he seemed to have a bit of mischief in him.

"Oh- umm yes I am." You said as your cheeks flushed in embarrassment. "How did you guess?"

“Well besides your ah- not so elegantly pronounced German, the address you gave me is in English." Almost you wanted to smack your head. Ah yes. Of course.

"Uh- sorry. I guess I forgot to change it back to German." You said with an awkward laugh as you had switched it to English to see what the words meant.

"It's all right. I understand your language well." The driver said simply as he drove. You looked over at him and noted he seemed young. Maybe just four years older then yourself. He seemed to have sky blue eyes that seemed brighter in the dim light and maybe brown hair. It was hard to tell without very much light. You were about to say something else before- oh! Your mother was calling you.

"Umm excuse me." You said to the driver to be polite before you answered your phone. "Hey, mom."

"(Y/n), how was your flight?" Your doting mother asked while probably reclining against a couch and sipping tea. It was her comfy place.

"It was pretty good. I was asleep for some of it." You answered back as you gazed out the window.

"And how is Vienna?"

“Mom, it's nighttime here so I can't really tell." You told your mother with a light laugh.

"Oh, yes I forgot. Well whenever it's morning, send me pictures of it." You smiled and shook your head at your mother's words. Of course.

Then about thirty minutes of chatting with your mother, you were entering into the city. You were able to catch glimpses of the architect that lined various buildings. But what you saw was fueling your excitement of what was to come. Soon you were going to be waking up in the morning to see this beautiful city and to be actually working in a museum. The Kunsthistorisches Museum to be exact. As soon as you had seen the photos from Google... you knew you had to work in it. It just seemed so beautiful to be real and to actually spend at least eight hours in there? Oh yes. Lights flashed across your vision as the car continued down the quiet road. Then the car was slowing down and you realized this was your stop. Oh. You got out of the car to retrieve your luggage, but it seems the driver had already beat you to it.

"Ah thank you." You told him with a small smile as he pulled out one of your suitcases with a grunt.

"No problem, Fräulein." He muttered before he got out your second case while seeming a bit more prepared for the weight.

"Umm... (Y/n)." You decided to introduce yourself to the man. He looked over at you before he sent you a slightly toothy, smile.

"David." He said in a rather thick accent as he looked down at you. Now you could tell that his hair was a brown that matched his fair skin rather well.

"It's nice to have met you, David." You said before you brought out your wallet to give him the appropriate money for the ride.

"You as well, Fräulein (Y/n)." He said as he took the money from you and... did... he just... You found yourself standing on the sidewalk confused. Did he just wink at you? You decided that it was probably just a figment of your imagination and turned towards the building you would be staying at.

It was- to put it simply- gorgeous. You smiled to yourself as you walked into the lobby and immediately headed towards the desk. Minutes later you were lying down on a very, very soft bed that was all yours. Ah. You exhaled as you rested your arms above your head while looking up at the ceiling. Tomorrow would be a good day.

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beihonglin · 5 years

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anyway i met bei honglin and he’s an actual angel and we don’t deserve him: a recap

also this is more than 5k words so like ! prepare yourselves!

fhdjjd okay so in april honglin’s hyh brought up his birthday party in his gc and I was like :——) that’s when spring sem ends I could actually make it

fast forward through a lot of encouraging by summer miss @91percentchaoze (sobs I rly owe summer my life) and a lot of anxiety about flights and a lot of other stresses in between

and June 2nd I’m in shanghai with mirthe miss @honglinsmacaroni and meggi and summer ie three of the cutest people in the world!!!

when we get to banana there were already other fans there waiting at the event space and the hyh was giving out seat numbers and stuff

so meggi was 10, summer was 11, mirthe was 14 and I was 15

and we started giving out the slogans and stuff we printed until the staff chased us out so they could set up

and so we were chilling first in Starbucks w the other fans fhdjjfjf they’re rly so cute I was finally able to put faces to weibo handles & they finally realised they were talking to someone who’s actually shit at speaking Chinese lmao

then when it got to 2 o’clock we moved outside near the entrance of the event space (since the event space was supposed to be open to us at 2)

but they got the time wrong and we ended up only being able to go in at nearly 3

which isn’t important anyway bc !!! we saw tangram walking in !!!

okay so we saw this white blob coming out from the main banana building and walking towards one of the side buildings and we were like

whomst

and it wAS JINGZUO JSDKAHFKJDH

and summer or mirthe waved at him and he was like bitch wtf and squinted

like ??? who the heckity is waving at me but then eventually he connected the dots and was like o yah fans so he waved back fhdchdkhcjdjf

and he just walked on what a king ??????

summer was right I was surprisingly more chill than I thought I would be fhdjfjfjjf I thought I would cry but I didn’t

so we waited around a bit longer, got suntans and sunburns and slightly dehydrated

and then honglin walks out

my god y’all he’s a whole goddamn angel he’s not real I’m telling you he’s unreal

I KNOW I said the last time that yanjun is rly unphotogenic and all the photos don’t do him justice but leT ME TELL YOU

THE ENTIRE BANANA FAMILY IS LIKE THIS THEYRE UNREAL

THEYRE ALL BANANA PEELS IN HUMAN SUITS THEIR VISUALS ARE ??? NOT HUMAN

but yah at first I was like o he’s gonna go through the back exit to the event space he’s not gonna come this way

AND THEN HE CAME THIS WAY

fhdjfjfj i didn’t take a video but if I did u would probs hear me go “o shit he’s coming” fhdjfjfj

and mirthe was like I’M GONNA TELL HIM UR WEIBO HANDLE I’M GONNA TELL HIM YOU’RE ASTROFIREWORKS and I was like NO so then we had a little back and forth for a while tHAT HONGLIN SAW FBDJHFJF

I don’t rmb a lot of it bc I was mainly in shock that he was in front of me so I was mostly like :——) heckie!

but he went through the front entrance and the moment he made it inside I lost my shit fbdjfjjff

mirthe sent a picture of me just kneeling at the entrance contemplating my entire life to the group chat fhdjfhdj apparently I said that I wanted to go home fhdjfjfjjf

and then zhixie and jingzuo came out soBS

ZHIXIE IS SO BEAUTIFUL IRL U DONT UNDERSTAND HIS CHEEKBONES ARE INSANE

also he had black hair again and the cuTEST HAT ON and we promptly lost our shit

Jingzuo,,,,, in a plain white shirt and blue jeans and converse,,,, someone PLEASE stop him

but they went in and we cried

and waited outside bc ruotian and chaoze still hadn’t gone in but then someone came to tell us chaoze was off filming for his show so he wasn’t coming & somehow ruotian had alr made it into the building without us noticing so eventually we all went in

and the chairs were so comfortable o my god they swivelled and they were like super squishy I love chairs

and then the best two hours of my tgm stan life started :—(

my god the moment honglin stepped on stage my entire heart melted he rly looked so good sobs

you’re completely right I’m dedicating an entire portion to his visuals

his eyes :—-( are so sparkly my god

and when he smiles his eyesmile???? he gets those rly deep wrinkles around his eyes and they’re actually beautiful????? ;;;;

he Radiates joy like i know i say this so often but their debut song??? radiant??? written For him,,,

also when he smiles it’s so warm like you find yourself smiling along bc he rly and genuinely means it and is happy and your heart just warms up bc he’s happy and i just

man i l*ve him

okay so the first segment zhixie was like “what do y’all love about beibei”

and everyone was yelling different things like “he’s so handsome” and “so talented” and “his vocals” and someone also yelled “he can eat a lot” and zhixie was like ??? bro whAt

also someone said “he spoils his fans a lot” and my god y’all it’s so so true but more in that at the very end of this recap

I couldn’t even say anything rip bc my entire brain was set in English and I was like ???? my god i wrote an entire post about the reasons I l*ve him but my mind is blankity blank

but then he was like well beibei’s great at pick up lines

so he did pick up lines based on scenarios zhixie gave fhdjfjfand most of them were old tsk

but he made up this rly cute one that went like 看花开不如看着你发呆 ‘people like looking at flowers bloom, but i’d rather look at you daydreaming’ and i UWUED SO HARD

and I didn’t realise this until meggi pointed it out after but when they put the scenarios on screen, they used a gender neutral “TA” instead of the gendered 她/他 ;;;;;

then they did this segment where honglin was supposed to go against three fans and do a tongue twister in the shortest time and in order of time they got to choose foods under cloches

honglin did so badly fhdjfjfj he got last place but idk if he did it on purpose so his fans could win

one fan got wasabi disguised as ice cream and zhixie was like EAT IT and honglin was like DONT

and he offered to eat the wasabi for her I’m sobbing he rly is so sweet

but zhixie was like NO SHE HAS TO EAT IT and everyone laughed bc he was so adamant fhdjfjfj i love zhixie with my entire soul

and thEN honglin goes okay y’all know how I posted that picture last night

(this picture)

my god I died when he posted it bc

1) I love that shirt what an expensive look

2) he was baking ;A;

and he made a half-baked cheesecake s o b s

he was like: “since i’m always posting vlogs and y’all always watch me eat I thought I’d make food for y’all this time” and I WEPT

and he was like oh give me a theme and i’ll decorate the cake around that theme

so they pulled out the box again and he picked random numbers

and they called out 4 and 15 and 27 to go on stage and I was like

wow I wonder who they are omg

and suddenly summer’s in my ear going MY GOD 15 IT’S YOU

me:

me: what

zhixie: STOP DREAMING IT’S YOU

me: WHAT

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and the entire time i was mouthing to mirf and meggi like I CAN’T SPEAK CHINESE I’M GOING TO GO UP AND FORGET THAT I’M BILINGUAL I’M GOING TO BE BYELINGUAL I’M

and they were mouthing back sPEAK ENGLISH and i was like oK

and then it was my turn and i was shaking so so so hard ????

like i’m so so so bad in front of crowds i’ve shaken my way through every marketing presentation ever bc i hATE public speaking and now i have to go up in front of two angels?????

mirf and meggi were like THAT’S ASTROFIREWORKS and i didn’t realise until i checked the group chat after that zhixie said yAY KJDHSKSJAHKJA

and summer was like SHE FLEW IN FROM NEW YORK kjdshfkahdgjfhagjd

and zhixie was like wait do u speak chinese

and i blANKED OUT I WAS LIKE YES BUT FAM NO

but he only took the yes and was like ok thaNK GOD I DONT HAVE TO TRANSLATE

inside i was like fAM WHO THE HECKITY DO U THINK TRANSLATES YOUR VIDEOS I CAN DO IT FOR U KASJDHFLSKJDHKH but outside i was just ah yes :—)

and zhixie and honglin said something about english but my mind was blank all i could do was stare at honglin like

y’all

i know i said he was unreal but

up close

he’s literally ??? a whole angel like ????????????? his eyes sparkle so much when he laughs my heart STOPPED

and when they asked me to step closer i was like

actually i can translate for u i’m-

and zhixie was like NO THERE’S NO NEED like akdsfhkjkjdshJKASDHK OK

then honglin asked what theme i wanted and i was likE FAM IDK I’VE BEEN BLANKING THE ENTIRE TIME STARING AT YOU

so i was like okay i know u rly like one piece so something maybe one piece related

and he was like fam that’s difficult sadjkfhalsKJSDHLKJASD

but the moment i opened my mouth

zhixie: ARE YOU SINGAPOREAN OR MALAYSIAN

me: uh i’m singapor-

honglin: uwu i can hear it

me: about to die

zhixie (in english): ur accent !

and god yall my entire heart burst into flames like

i’ve said it before here but i’ve spent quite a bit of time being ashamed of my accent bc when i first got to america nobody could understand my singaporean accent and everyone kept asking me to repeat myself and eventually i was like ok u know what it’s better if i just shut up and not talk

and so the reason why i’m so so so proud of zhangjing (and jj) is bc there finally is ?? some south east asian representation and there are even people complimenting his accent and calling it cute and it ?? finally felt like i shouldn’t be embarrassed about the way i speak??

zhixie: when i heard you i was like eh? it’s almost like i heard you zhangjing

and i

Cried

and then zhixie turned to meggi and mirthe and were like yall come from beijing?

like fam what

and meggi was like no we come from belgium

zhixie: malaysian? you?

about ten people correcting him: belgium

zhixie, again: malaysian?

kajsdhflasjdkhfkj

and then zhixie said some other words but yall i was

just watching honglin

his hands are so so so so beautiful like his fingers are rly nice and

his nose ??? work of art

also his hands looked so soft like :—(

he was just bent over the cake and he :—( rly truly a goddamn angel

summer took photos of me that i’m never releasing ever sakdfhaksjdhfds i look so COMPLETELY WHIPPED FOR HIM LIKE

and at one point he started plucking cherries and one stalk fell on the floor and i was like o no so i went forward to pick it up and he

looked up

and said ‘oh it’s okay’ and smiled and

my heart stopped i think i left my soul on stage

O SHIT OKAY AND THEN ZHIXIE WALKED OVER AND WAS LIKE

CAN I ASK WHAT YOU’RE THINKING U LOOK LIKE YOU’RE LOSING UR MIND

AND I WAS LIKE FAM U DONT UNDERSTAND I A M

and i was like ‘idk i’m just ?? very shookt’

and zhixie was like what??? shy????

me: 很惊讶 (very shocked)

zhixie: shy? ? ??

me, thinking: fam this is how i feel when i translate yall captionless vlogs

zhixie (in eng): is this ur first time seeing honglin?

me: my first time seeing you also !!!!!

zhixie, suddenly shy: ah okay thank u

UWU!!!

and then honglin was done and looked up and i might have died inside again

AND HE WALKED OVER AND I WAS LIKE FAM NO DONT IF YOU COME CLOSER I’M LITERALLY GOING TO DI E??????

and he was like ‘oh this is zoro’

the sane part of me: oh wait ur favourite character is zoro???

bc liTERALLY TWO DAYS BEFORE HE POSTED ABOUT SANJI AND SO MY SISTER AND I WERE LIKE OH HE PROBS LIKES SANJI

BUT HE

LIKES ZORO

(my sister, afterwards: wtf i feel lied to)

but he was so heckin close to me like fam my heart

stopped

honglin: i hope u like it uwu

me: heck !

honglin: take one bite!

me: HECKITYHECK

zhixie (in eng): i wanna see ur facial expression

aND THEN THEY WERE BOTH LOOKGIN AT ME LIKE FUCABJS,BCD

FUCINADJCNSAKJDKJ

honglin: is it okay? ;;

me: FUCIJNSKCSADJ YES TAKE MY HEART TAKE MY SOUL

and i finally FINALLY FUNIAJKNSSK FINALLY GOT OFF THE GODDAMN STAGE

zhixie: WHERE’S HER APPLAUSE

anD EITHER RUOTIAN OR JINGZUO UPSTAIRS STARTED CLAPPING AGAINST THEIR MIC LIKE ASDFAHKSDHFAKSJD SHUT UP

AND I WANTED TO DIE I WALKED ITNO A CARDBOARD CUTOUT RIGHT AFTER BC I WAS SO SHOOK

and honglin was like be careful! there’s a cardboard cutout right there! bc he’s a whoLE ANGEL

but also like GKASCKASHDHFAJDSHLFKJ PLS STOP LOOKIGN AT ME PLEAS E MY HEART IS WEAK I’M

my god

collapsed into summer’s arms right after thank god for summer !!!

okay then the next segment zhixie was like o yall know honglin’s position in the group is main vocal so next he can sing something for yall

honglin: actually i prepared an entire song for yall but music copyright means that i can’t sing it w a backing track

bc if he sings w a copyrighted backing track or if he sings more than half the song the livestream video would have to be taken down or something??

but it didn’t matter bc the moment he opened his mouth my entire heart STOPPED like

if he stabbed me in the stomach it would have hurt less his voice is so so sososos ososososososoosososo beautiful ????

and he sang without a backing track to like ????

i’m telling yall he’s a whole angel like he’s not real

and then honglin was like oh i also prepared another song but bc i now see there are overseas fans here i’m gonna sing an english song

and he sang when i was your man by bruno mars and when he hit the high note i think i ascended into the afterlife

about the 46 minute mark here i RLY AND TRULY RECOMMEND LISTENING TO IT SOBS HE SOUNDS LIKE THE PERFECT ANGEL HE IS

AND ZHIXIE HARMONISED AT THE BACK LIKE AHHHHH THAT’S MY BABE MAIN VOCAL TAGTEAM RIGHT THERE

and then zhixie asked if there was any other song we wanted and i was immediately like JJ!!

i’ve been ??? pleading for a jj cover forEVER ND HE

FINALLY PULLED THROUGH

honglin: i’m going to do Those Were The Days bc like the song says (那些你很冒险的梦我陪你去疯 - all those adventurous dreams, i’ll chase them with you), i’ve been chasing my dream and yall have been here with me every step of the way

and i think the moment he said it i DIED like ???? jj is one of my favourite singers and nearly all my faves have covered his songs at least once, astro included???

and everyone who knows me knows i love jj like nini miss @tanqram has literally made a tangram singing jj compilation that i watch religiously ??? and this is one of my fave jj songs?????

and the moment he opened his mouth like ???? i KNOW i said that i died the last two times he sang but

firstly he sounds so much like jj?????

and secondly everything was ???? perfect??????

like i judge jj covers hard bc i’ve listened to the originals so many times everything is ingrained and the moment something is off i cringe but

yall

honglin’s perfect honglin is Actually Perfect

ALSO HE SOUNDS SO MUCH LIKE JJ LIKE HE RLY WASN’T LYING IN HIS IP INTRODUCTION

and afterwards honglin was like lol jj said before that whenever he sings high notes he starts sweating and immediately jingzuo (???) was like TAKE OFF UR CLOTHES LKAJDHSFKASJDHFK

jingzuo chaotic good!!!

also i didn’t know until afterwards when the fantakens were out but ruotian was eating chicken wings and slurping noodles the whole time upstairs aksjdflhaksdjfhaksj why is didi line chaos

and then zhixie was like yall know what other things beibei is good at?

like fam he’s good at everything we rly can’t

also someone in the back was like he’S GREAT AT DOING THE SPLITS and honglin’S FACE AJSDFHKSJDHF

but it was languages and so zhixie was like we’re gonna make him say i love u in many different languages

and i could FEEL marta miss @honeyforzhixie going ????? isn’t that ur thing zhixie jsdgflasjdhf

and so they started discussing languages and zhixie was like o i know u can speak a little japanese bc i know u memorised the entire one piece theme song

and i SCREAMED INSIDE bc we literally juST TALKED ABOUT IT THAT MORNING WHEN WE VIDEO CALLED NINI nkfhakjsdhf we were like uwu we hope he sings a jj song but then we were like o lol what if he ended up singing the one piece theme song instead bc we bet he knew the whoLE THING AND HE DOES KNOW IT AJSDFHLAK

but then zhixie made honglin imitate maotong and say ‘i love u’ the way maotong would and my heart ached a little i miss my baby boy so much ??

but JINGZUO CHAOTIC GOOD JSDHLAKJ ‘could u imitate chaoze too’ jaskdlfhkjd

and so he did a couple different versions like Japanese (he and jingzuo screamed lines from one piece at each other ajdkhflksd) and korean (he took a line out of some korean drama?????)

and someone suggested french (was it mirf?????) and i lAUGHED rip his french vlog sorry honglin i swear i love u !!

and then they were like ok time to play his fan video

okay listen i have to preface this by saying that when i got the brief from the hyh she told me ‘it’s best if we make him cry!’ and i was like ok! sure!

turns out it made ME cry i stressed out over the video for two entire weeks sobs the moment my finals were over i locked myself into nyu’s computer lab until moving out day but still couldn’t finish it so i had to work on it on the plane ride home too sobs my roommate connie miss @ynajun saw the worst of it bc every time i came home from the lab i’d stress about it ???

but my god it was worth ??? everything ????

he ?????? cried??????

and like on one hand i’m happy that i managed to fulfil the brief but also i feel bad bc he cried but also mostly i laughed bc he’s such a sweet emotional bub

BUT ALSO BC HE CRIED MEGGI GOT TO OFFER HIM HER TISSUES!!!!!!!!

like we specially bought tissues before we left for banana bc we were like we’re gonna need them bc we’re gonna cry

BUT IT TURNS OUT HONGLIN NEEDED HTEM MORE AJSDKFHLASJDHFKAJ

zhixie: he cries every year during his birthday

zhixie: but also even when it’s not his birthday he cries he cried at my birthday too

and afterwards in chaoze’s birthday post he called honglin a crybaby too UWUWUWUWU

tangent but on his birthday when he came into the group chat he thanked us again for the video and i Died

okay this next part is purely speculation bc i honestly might just be overinflating myself and he might have done this purely coincidentally but when he thanked us for his video he looked at me and i ?????

when the video was playing nini and marta were yelling in the gc that they knew the video was done by me bc i overuse cc particle world on after effects jasdhlfksjdh but in that moment i briefly entertained the thought that he was familiar enough with my edits to know that the only idiot who keeps using cc particle world was me ??

but also as i said purely speculation and probably coincidence so

anyway you can watch it here

and then they played the birthday video messages from fans and i think i died from embarrassment let’s Not talk about it

but also i only realised it after they pointed it out in the gc but apparently zhixie and honglin were both singing along to the jj backing track i added to my video ajsdfhlaksjd

my god another tangent but on his birthday when he came into the group chat we were talking about the videos we recorded

and hh (one of honglin’s og fans she’s a whole angel too I love her !!!!) was like my gOD i rly am so unphotogenic (when she filmed her video she put a ‘FAT’ over her face sobs but like mood) and i was like yah same lol i had to record myself like ten times in times square bc i looked so bad in all the takes

and honglin was like HH WHY DID U CENSOR UR FACE UR CLEARLY SO CUTE and we collectively died for her uwu !!!!

then honglin rePLIED ME SAYING ‘OH BUT TIMES SQUARE HAS SUCH A GOOD VIBE’ and i died for the nth time ??? and then he followed up by saying ‘i rly want to go to times square i’ve gone to america a lot of times when i was younger but i’ve only ever been to the west coast’ jksadhlfkjshekj pls come i’ll bring u around east coast best coast

but back to the point he was like ‘i’ve said it before during ip (and he did!!! during the fanfan episode where he was talking to the rubbish bin he rly has said it before!!!!) but i rly try my best to remember every single person’s face and all my fan’s weibo IDs’ and my heART MELTED HE

and then it was his ending ment!!

he said something that rly threw my heart off a cliff he said that he’s so grateful for the hyh and fans for listening to him and donating to charities in his name instead of buying him extravagant gifts bc when he makes it big, if he makes it big, the thing he wants to do the most is to donate to children who come from a less privileged family background bc he knows what it’s like coming from a single parent family and ;n;

then they showed wishes from other idols!!!!!

there was wang ziyi, zhou rui, the twins my ip hEART

LISTEN I ??? when zuo qibo showed up my SWIN HEART EXPLODED I ??? MISS ??? MY SWIN ANGELS ????

AND THEN RUIBIN SHOWED UP IN ALL HIS UNKEMPT AND UNSHAVEN AND RAMBLING GLORY AND MY PRINCERUIBIN HEART WEPT I THINK I HELD SUMMER’S ARM SO HARD SHE GOT BRUISES AJKSDHFKSJD I’M SO SORRY SUMMER I LOVE U

and then cHAOZE APPEARED !!!! and everyone immediately melted he’s the softest leader alive i love my baby!!

and honglin was about to say something but ruOTIAN

ruotian showed up w a cake w sparklers???????? like fam???????

and eventually we had to say goodbye :—(

but honglin was like o i rly and truly thought that there would be lesser people at this birthday than there was last year and my heart ??? broke ????

bc the room they were in last year alr was so small and there were rly little roses but he ??? genuinely thought he had so little fans that he wouldn’t even fill up the room ;;;;;;;; bc there rly are v little active roses both on weibo like there are less than ten of us who actively post in his chaohua and at tgm events like they’re mostly lrt/jjz fans and there’s usually only one rose ;;;;

but listen honglin our entire gc would die for you we will never stop loving u until every last one of us is found dead in a ditch

and then we’ll love u into the next life

also after he said goodbye he was like sike!

he kept singing behind the cardboard cutouts and peeking around them to say hi again

at some point I poked my head over and went PLS COME TO NEW YORK and he said something back that I alas couldn’t hear rip

and then he started singing along to jj again sobs

but eventually at some point they left via the back door and I was like GOTTA GO THIS IS LITERALLY WHAT I’VE BEEN TRAINING FOR sobs going to the airport for yanjun and wenjun and jeffrey and ziyi and kunkun rly was to prepare me for one thing and one thing only and it was to practise getting good non-shaky fantakens without dying???

jingzuo rly truly looked AMAZING he rly rocks the white tee blue jeans and converse look jingzuo stans stay winning!!!

and honglin ;;;;;;; was holding my banner ;;;;;;;;

and he looked directly into my camera a couple times sobs and he shot hearts too I rly ???? Editing the photos made me cry so many times fbdjhfjf every time I got to those photos I lose my mind

ALSO ONLY AFTER EDITING THE PHOTOS I REALISED RUOTIAN WAS JUDGING ME SO HARD GHDJFJ my eyes were glued to honglin the entire time but looking at the photos again ruotian looked so unamused fhcjfhfbfhbf

speaking of ruotian my gOD editing photos with him in it is a nightmare y’all he’s either blinking or looks like he’s about to sneeze in nearly every picture fhdjfjfj summer and I generally make it a rule not to blur other members’ faces out of our fantakens but ruOTIAN RLY TESTING ME

but we made it to the banana lobby and I didn’t want to follow them and their fansites in so I stopped walking and honglin turned back to wave at me ;;;;;;;;;;;;;; and i think i died again

and so I went back to the event space where summer and mirthe and meggi were waiting and sat down and blanked out sobs

but it diDNT END THERE FHDJFJJF FOR SOME REASON HONGLIN DECIDED TO WALK OUT AGAIN A BIT AFTER

so mirthe and I were like omg gotta blAST so we speedwalked over

and he :—-( saw and shot signs at my camera again fhdjfjfjjf I ???

and then it was Actually Over god I was a shell of a person after that

still am tbh I’m not sure how I survived sorting through our 2000+ fantakens fhdjfjfj

but I’m so spoiled y’all I’m really truly so spoiled by him :—(

like I said earlier he rly spoils his fans so much????

that night he posted on Instagram and immediately summer and meggi and mirthe and I commented and he replied all four of us ;n;

earlier on in spring semester there was a third party event that Tangram was invited to but the organiser was a MESS and tgm wasn’t treated very well??? but honglin was worried that the fans who travelled to the event and didn’t get to see them were upset so he came into the group chat to console them ;;;;;

and I was talking to another fan and she said that even during other events he kept turning around to wave at the fans and acknowledge them and it’s ;;;;;; as someone who has ?? waited in the rain / stood for hours waiting for idols something as simple as a nod or a smile rly warms u up and makes the wind and cold worth it ;;;; and he makes sure to do it all the time ;;;;;;;;;

on his birthday !! his birthday !! when he was in Taiwan and should be resting and enjoying time w his mum and not thinking about us !!!! he still came into the group chat for an hour and talked to us ;;;;;;

and he named all his sort of more well known fans’ IDs, even the ones who weren’t online and sending messages at the time ;;;;; like he rly wasn’t lying when he said he remembers us ;;;;

also fhdjfjfjjf god I’m so spoiled he replied me so many times ?? like there was the times sq thing and the east coast thing ???

and when he said he was training for the next archery competition I was like “o are u shooting recurve or compound this time?” and he was like “o idk if I shot recurve or compound but it’s the one I shot the last time” and I fhdjfjfjfhfb

tangential but 1) my god y’all his form is beautiful my archery heart: exploded

2) his rhotics are so beautiful too my phonology heart: also exploded

also when he was about to leave the gc I was like “huh but u just got here, why are you leaving?” and he sent another voice message “astrofireworks, why are you becoming shameless too, when did I just get here, I’ve clearly been here for a long time already” fhdjfjdjfn fhdjjd

also my GOD He was reading some IDs and summer and lyla were like what about @astrofireworks and I was like fchjfbhjdf y’all it’s ok he’s alr said it in another voice message two months ago in the gc I’m alr so spoiled I ???? rly shouldn’t ask anything else of him or he’s going to hate me

but then he

sent

a whole

nine second message

“hey astrofireworks, I hope one day I can go to New York and maybe... I’ll meet you there, okay?”

and I ??,?? Sobbed

ndjdbfjvcchhxhdhfh

and then Connie went to send him off at the airport in Taiwan the next day and ?????

I’m not gonna say much because it’s rly conno’s story to tell and I’m not sure how much I’m allowed to say outside the gc but he rly spoils his fans so so so so much ????

anyway bei honglin rly and truly is the sweetest boy on earth we rly don’t deserve him ;;;;; this first week of June truly has been the best week of my cpop stan life and i ????? love mister bei honglin with my entire heart and soul ;;;;;;;;;;;;

#bei honglin #honglin #tangram #贝汯璘 #banana #my god i hope this posts it's so long

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Are we even speaking the same language? ( Part 2)

Sophie moves to Seoul to become a language assistant at one of Seouls biggest music companies. Even though her Korean is far from perfect, she quickly seems to get along with some of the biggest stars in the company. But the language might not be the only barrier, she has to overcome.

Characters: All seven members of BTS, paring between Namjoon x main character

Word count: 3,655

Genre: romance, angst, (idk yet)

Comments: When the dialog is written in cursive, it’s in Korean.

Masterpost with the other parts of the story, can be found here (x)

When they came back to the office spaces, Cathrine introduced Sophie to some of the other co-workers and then helped her get into the systems. As Sophie opened the mailbox, she saw that she already had 23 unread emails.

Cathrine chuckled.

“Looks like you already have some assignments. If you need help with anything, just let me know. I’m right on the other side of the desk, alright?”

Sophie thanked her and started reading through the emails. Most of them were introductions to the different systems they used, papers she needed to sign, and official statements. It took her about two hours to get through the new information.

Lunchtime came around, and Cathrine asked if she wanted to go out and grab some lunch. Sophie stretched in the uncomfortable chair and gratefully accepted. She hadn’t been sure, how they normally did it here. If there was a cantina, or if people went out for lunch. It seemed like Cathrine had made it her mission to make sure, that Sophie had a good first day, and Sophie really appreciated it.

As they walked into the street Cathrine started explaining, where she could get food in the area, and which places were the best. They went to a small Italian restaurant a little way from the BigHit building, opting for some well-known food, instead of more new things. They both ordered a pasta and talked about where they came from, and how they ended up in Seoul. Cathrine had a master’s degree in business and communication and had done a semester abroad in Seoul during her studies. When she finished her studies, she went straight back to Seoul. “I just felt more like myself here. Like I could be whoever I wanted to be, and not who I used to be. Luckily finding a job here wasn’t that hard. Spanish and English is apparently a rare combination here, and many of the companies are quite international.” She had spent two years in Seoul, having moved here, when she was 25. “How about you?”, Cathrine asked as she took a sip of her coke. “What’s your story?”

Sophie pursed her lips, wondering where to start.

“I have a master’s degree in German language and literature, and I’ve lived 2 years in Berlin. I took a semester abroad there and ended up staying while I finished my studies. In the beginning, I thought it was the country and the language, that made me feel at home, but as it turns out, it was just the fact, that it wasn’t Denmark. That it was different. I liked the feeling of being foreign and having to learn how the culture worked. Turns out, that feeling kind of disappears after some time.” Sophie laughed a little bit at herself. “So I wanted to do something new. I originally wanted to go to France, so I could improve my language as well, but then I ended up here. I studied some Korean on my own for about a year, and thought, why not. I still can’t believe I actually got it.” She laughed and shook her head. Cathrine smiled at her.

“So your Korean is self-taught?” Cathrine asked a bit surprised.

“Not all of it. I took some classes, when I learned that I had gotten the job.” Sophie said shyly. She knew that learning a language on your own always got some kind of response. Not always a positive one.

“That’s amazing! So cool! Well, as I said earlier, you can join the language courses at the company if you want. They’re free, and I’m in them too.” Cathrine said, as she motioned to the waiter that they wanted to pay.

“I would love to, but I think you’re quite a bit better than I am.” Sophie said and laughed. Cathrine joined her.

“Yeah, but there are a lot of other people on the courses as well. And then we can practice together.”, Cathrine said excitedly.

Sophie smiled. “I would love to!”

When they got back to the office, Sophies mailbox had piled up again. 15 unread emails. But at least it was assignments this time. There were some translations, answering some emails in German and English. Sophie set to work. As the office space was quite large and noisy, she popped in her in-ears to listen to some music and drown out the noise.

After a few hours of working, she had a hankering for some coffee, so she got up and walked towards the breakroom, asking Cathrine if she wanted something on the way. She smiled restlessly and went with her. They were chatting about work while waiting for the coffee machine to make the drinks. “So what do you think? Does it seem doable?” Cathrine asked her over the rim of the coffee cup.

“Hmm. Yeah, I think so. Most of it has been translations into English so far, and communications with some German companies and venues. So that’s fine – haven’t had too much Korean yet.” Sophie wasn’t actually sure, if she was relieved or annoyed with that. She did want to practice her Korean, but a slow start was also nice.

“Don’t worry, you’ll get some if you ask for it.”, Cathrine winked at her. “I actually wanted to ask if you wanted to come get a drink after work? I know a really cool bar right around the corner. I think some of the others are coming as well?” They started to make their way back to their desks.

“Sure, that sounds like fun.” Sophie was happy, that they wanted her to come along, and went with her rule of not saying no to social activities in the first three weeks of living in a new place. It made it easier to find new friends, if you were constantly there the first few weeks. Although she did still have to unpack quite a few boxes, but that could wait.

After work, Sophie went with Cathrine and two other girls from the office to the bar. Julia was a quiet Brazilian girl with short curls, big brown eyes and a shy smile. Hannah was Japanese but had grown up in the USA. She was loud, constantly cracking jokes and her laugh was contagious. The four girls ordered some drinks and sat down at a table in the corner. The conversation was relaxed and easy going. The girls wanted to know more about Sophie, and Sophie just wanted to get to know them. Even though they came from completely different cultures, backgrounds and languages, they quickly bonded over other things, like their love for languages and their interest in South Korea and Seoul. They stayed at the bar a few hours, before Sophie excused herself to go home. She was complete blown away by all the new information and all the new faces, and she was exhausted. The other girls waved goodbye to her, and Sophie left the bar to find a taxi to take her home.

As soon as she got in the apartment, her eyes caught sight of all the unpacked boxes. She groaned, debating for half a minute if she should start unpacking some of them now. But she decided against it, exhaustion pulling at her eyelids, and instead made her way to the bathroom to brush her teeth and wash her face, before she climbed into bed.

The next few days flew by fast. Sophie spent most of her days translating and writing e-mails, attending some meetings every now and then.

Most of them had been really boring, revolving mainly around the different departments in the office. But today Cathrine had a meeting with BTS and some of their managers about an upcoming tour in the US. Cathrine had asked Sophie to attend as well, seeing as she wanted her to help with the organization of the tour. This included communication with the venues, booking accommodations, planning of transportation, booking of interviews, talk shows etc. Sophie was excited to be helping with such a big project and couldn’t wait to learn more about it.

As she walked into the meeting room with Cathrine, it was only one of the managers and a beautiful tall blond man, who Sophie vaguely recognized as one of the members, that were present. Jin, maybe? She wasn’t sure. He smiled lazily at Cathrine.

“Hi Cathrine. Are you handling our tour in the US again?”

Cathrine chuckled a bit.

“I only do communication. I don’t really handle anything. But yes. I’m helping again.”

He tutted and shook a finger at her.

“If you hadn’t been there last time, we wouldn’t have been able to talk to anyone.”

Ah, so Cathrine had been with them in the US last time as a translator, it would seem.

“You have Namjoon, you don’t need me.”

“But you are far prettier than Namjoon, Cathrine!”, Jin exclaimed and Cathrine laughed at his compliment, before she shook her head. At the same time two guys stepped into the room.

“Hi, noona!”, they said almost simultaneously. One of them in a deep voice accompanied by a boxy smile, and the other with big doe eyes and a bright smile.

“Hi Tae, Jungkook. How are you?” They both chatted with Cathrine for a little while.

Sophie had been sat on a chair in the corner, since she got in, observing how relaxed and natural Cathrine was with the members. She had clearly worked closely with them before. Sophie kept her head down and pretended to make notes on her block. More people poured in the room, all saying hi to Cathrine. Sophie started to wonder if she was invisible. That was until Hoseok came in the room together with a stunning man with a thick blond hair. Sophie had found Hoseok beautiful, but it seemed the entire group was composed of really good-looking men.

“Hi Cathrine! Hi Sophie!”, Hoseok smiled at both of them and Sophie sent him smile back, thankful that he had acknowledged her.

“Hi Hoseok. Jiminie, how are you?”, Cathrine asked looking at the other member, that Sophie only now recognized as Jimin, one of the other members. Damn. She really had to study up on the artists. Cathrine and Jimin chatted for a bit, before he joined his bandmates at the table. Cathrine walked over to Sophie.

“We don’t have to do much this meeting, mainly listen and take notes. This is mostly an informational meeting. If you could take notes as well, so we make sure to have it all written down. The meeting is going to be in Korean, but I’ve seen how much you understand,” Cathrine smiled at her, “so just write down as much as you can.” Sophie nodded at her and looked down at her block again. The last two guys made it to the room.

“Hi Cathrine”, one of them said. He looked completely uninterested in what was about to happen, and mainly just looked like he wanted to sleep. Cathrine smiled at him.

“Hi Suga. Tired as always, it seems?”, she teased him. The other members snickered as Suga gave a slow nod, before he plopped down in a chair.

“Hi Cathrine, how are you?” the last member said, Sophie recognized him as RM, the leader of the group.

“Hi, Namjoon.”, Cathrine gave him a bright smile. “I’m good, not much new to tell. How about you?”

“Oh, we’re busy with the new album, so I have plenty of work to do. Actually, I wanted to get your help with some lyrics if you have some time one of these days?”

“Sure, whenever it fits you.”

He thanked her and joined the members, quieting them down. Sophie observed how they interacted with each other. The jokes and insults being thrown around along with pushes and punches. At the same time, they constantly reached for each other. Physically leaning or touching each other. They were obviously close. She smiled and shook her head. They definitely acted like they were siblings.

Now that everyone was present the meeting started. Short introduction to the scheduled dates of the tour, cities and the shows that had stated, that they would like to interview the boys.

“The communication with the different people in the US will all go through Cathrine and Sophie. Sophie just started here, but she speaks fluent English along with a bunch of other languages, I believe.” One of the managers laughed, as he gestured towards Sophie. She blushed and smiled shyly at his words. The members looked at her curiously. “So if you have questions about anything, or want to make requests about something, it goes through them.”

It was a rather short meeting and Sophie had been stressed about getting as much as possible written down, her note-block a combination of English, Korean, Danish and a few German words every now and then. As the meeting ended, she looked at the notes and groaned. It would take some time to rewrite them, so other people could understand it. She started to pack her stuff away, already talking to Cathrine about what the first order of business would be now. She didn’t notice RM standing next to her.

“It was Sophie, right?” He asked her softly, not wanting to startle her.

Confused, she looked up at him for a second, before she answered.

“Yeah, Sophie. You’re RM, right?” He smiled at her.

“Yeah, RM or Namjoon, that’s up to you.” He flashed his dimples, and she couldn’t help but smiled back at him. Her note-block caught his eye, and he chuckled quietly.

“Seems like you have a lot of languages in your head.” He looked at her questioning with soft eyes. “What language is that?” He pointed at one of the German words. She felt embarrassed and blushed heavily.

“It’s German.”

“Ah, wow. Okay, cool.”

He sent her another one of his dimple smiles, and she gave him a shy smile back. Suddenly Jimin called out for him from the doorway. He gave him a nod and looked down at her again.

“Well, it was nice meeting you. I guess I’ll see you again soon.” He gave her a bright smile and left the room.

Sophie quickly made herself busy with cleaning up the meeting room and gathering her things, so she didn’t have to look at Cathrine. She heard her laugh.

“You don’t have to look at me, for me to look at you like this. This is a look, that you can just feel.”

Sophie looked up at her. Cathrine had her arms crossed, one eyebrow raised and a big smirk on her lips. Sophie burst into a laugh, and Cathrine followed her.

“They are charming, aren’t they?”, Cathrine asked with a wink.

Sophie blushed.

“Well, I guess so. They are definitely handsome.”

Cathrine laughed and rolled her eyes. “Yeah, well that’s a given in this industry.”

The next week Cathrine and Sophie were busy making a proposed schedule for the band, incl. hotels, restaurants, interviews, talk-shows, the works. They had to send it to the managers before Friday, seeing as Cathrine would be in Chicago all of next week.

“Ah, Sophie. I almost forgot. I have a meeting with Namjoon at 2pm today about his lyrics. Do you wanna come and help out? See how it works? Some of the guys might need help, while I’m gone, and then you’re up.”

“Sure, I would love to.”, Sophie replied with a smile. She couldn’t wait to work with some more interesting translations than hotel-bookings.

At exactly 2pm Namjoon came up to Cathrines desk.

“Hi, Cathrine. You ready?”, he asked her with a smile, that she returned.

“Yep, just give me a second. Sophie is gonna join us as well”, she added while pointing at Sophie with the end of her pen. Namjoon looked over at her and gave her a bright smile.

“Great”, he answered.

As they sat down to discuss the lyrics, Sophie kept to the background, wanting to observe, how they worked together. It was obvious, that the message of the lyrics was very important to Namjoon, and hearing the lyrics, Sophie could understand why. They were packed full of meaning. Messages of hope, reassurance and understanding. Opening up about self-doubt, mental health, social pressures etc. Sophie was impressed, and the more she heard Namjoon talk about the lyrics and the music, the more respect she got for him.

Cathrine suddenly looked at her watch and jumped up.

“Ah, sorry! I have to go. I have an appointment in half an hour, and I can’t be late.” She looked to Sophie, “Sophie, are you good with taking care of the rest of the lyrics with Namjoon?”

Sophie wasn’t sure she was, but she didn’t really have a choice at the moment.

“Sure, Cathrine. No worries.”, she smiled at her.

“Great! I’m sorry, Namjoon!”, she sent him an apologetic smile, and he just waved her off.

“No need to apologize. Just get going. I’m sure, Sophie’s up for the job”, he said and smiled at her.

Cathrine mouthed a sorry and a thank you to Sophie, before slipping out of the conference room. Sophie just smiled and shook her head at her.

She turned and faced Namjoon, suddenly aware that she was alone with him. He sent her a reassuring smile, which she returned with a shy one. Okay, Sophie. Time to show what you got.

“So, this line, that you were talking about,” she said, and pointed to the line, she meant. “would it maybe be better to change the tone into something more�� urban?”, she asked him.

He looked at her curiously.

“Maybe. Why do you want to make it more urban?”, he asked her.

“Because the whole song is built around how feelings are natural, but in this exact line, you seem to question it. Wouldn’t it make sense to reflect that in the words?”, she asked a bit unsure, if she had stepped out of line. After all it was his lyrics. But he inspected the lyrics again, trying different variations, before giving her a smile.

“I think you might be right”, he exclaimed, giving her a big smile. She returned the smile.

“Okay, let’s keep going. Ehm. I might need some help here though”, she said, furrowing her eyebrows. “This Korean word,” she said pointing on a word on the page. “I know, it means something along the lines of missing someone. Like aching from the feeling of being alone. But I see it being used in different situations, that aren’t quite like that. Is there some kind of nuance, that I’m missing in meaning of the word?”, she asked looking at him with bright curious eyes.

He smiled at her, surprised she had picked up on some of the nuances, since her Korean wasn’t that advanced yet.

“Yeah, actually there is. You're right, that it means to miss someone. But it is traditionally only used about missing your soulmate.” Sophie's eyes lit up.

“Ah! So, when you use it here, you’re indicating that your very first soulmate isn’t another person but yourself. And in this song, you talk about how you’re missing yourself.” She looked up at him, with a surprised look. “Wow, that’s beautiful.” She smiled at him. “Thanks for explaining that to me.”, she told him with a genuine smile, that he returned.

“Anytime,” he said. “If you ever have questions, don’t hesitate to ask. I’m mainly at the studio. You’re always welcome”, he ended the sentence with a dimpled grin. She giggled at him.

“Thank you so much!”, she answered. “But I think that was all then, wasn’t it?”, she asked him, looking over the lyrics they had brought with them.

“I think that was all. Yeah.” He started to stand up. “Unless you have some questions for me?”, he asked her with a smile. She thought for a moment, debating if she should just wait and ask Cathrine tomorrow. But then again, why not. She had nothing to lose.

“Actually, I was wondering if you might know of a bookshop here, that sells English books? I tried buying some books in Korean, but I still read quite slowly in Korean, and I get impatient. So, I wanted to get some English books instead, but I don’t know where.” Sophie met his eyes, that seemed to search hers for a second before he answered.

“There is a bookshop that also sells English books here. They don’t have a lot of them, but there are some.” He said, looking at her curiously before adding, “I’m actually going there myself today, if you want to come along?”

Sophie was a bit surprised by his offer, but seeing as she was still in her first three weeks of living in Seoul, she couldn’t say no. It might be a self-made rule, but she was still going to follow it. That didn’t stop her from getting nervous though. And she felt the cold-sweat break out, as she thought about being alone with Namjoon. She tried to ignore her body’s reaction to the situation, and quickly agreed.

“I would love to.”, she said and sent him a smile.

His face lit up in the biggest smile, she had seen in a long time.

“Great! I have to go the dance studio, but we should be done around 6pm. Just come by, when you get off work, and then we can go together.”

She nodded at him and gave him a bright smile. “Sounds good.”

His dimples popped out as he gave her a goodbye smile.

Interesting, Sophie thought. I wonder how this is going to be. She was a little hesitant to go to a bookshop with someone. Bookshops and literature had always been her shelter. Her place to be herself. But she wasn’t about to say no to Namjoon. She went back to work with a smile on her lips. Only 4 more hours.

Comment: Ah, so I know it’s moving slow. Have patience. The story keeps evolving in my head, and it’s for sure not a short story, so there is no need to rush. I hope you enjoy it!

// Part 3 //

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𝘚𝘸𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘞𝘪𝘯𝘦

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Mermaid!Jungkook x Reader [Part 1]

Chapter: #1 Swimming in Wine

Words: 2719

Warnings: Mild Swearing // Fluff // Eventual Smut? Idk maybe depends // Spelling might be off because I am not from America so the spelling is not Americanised, sorry - I might edit it later so it is.

Characters Mentioned:

Main: Y/N // Julie (Otherwise known as “Lady”

Background: // Trudy (Aunt) // Victor (Old man) // Mother

Key: Y/M/N = Your Mothers Name // P/N = Place Name

Authors Note:

Hi! So this is my first fanfic. Chapter 1 is pretty boring but I promise more will happen in Chapter 2. I just kinda wanted to get some background of the character a bit more before introducing the story. I hope you guys like it. Also, It is my first time really using Tumblr properly so If you have tips on like little things like how to create a masterlist and anything else you think I might need to know please tell me! I’m a baby at this.

Also this is in first person but the later chapters will be in second person using “You” and “your” instead of “I”

Sorry for the confusion, I’ll fix it up soon. Trust me the chapters after this are much better

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Have you ever been to one of those fancy dinner parties where everyone appears to be over the age of 40 years old, yet you swore your parents told you that there would be people the same age as you? No? Lucky, because that's the life I live nearly every week and it fucking sucks.

"Y/N, just this once come for dinner? We need to celebrate Aunt Trudy's promotion! Come on, she would be heartbroken if you didn't come." I remember her pleading eyes as if it's her dinner party we're going too. Even though she was probably there just to get the new latest gossip on, well, whoever she could really.

"Just this once" I replied with a neutral look on my face.

Man, curse those three words that came out of my mouth, I was ready to ditch this place as soon as I entered the door. The air smelled of lit candles and expensive wine, truly if I'm being honest, it smelled like rich old people and I did not like it one bit. I sat in the corner of the room holding a full wine glass, trying to avoid anyone and everyone, especially that one old rich business man Victor. It's not like he was doing anything to me but in the first hour being here I'd seen him chat up three ladies and drink enough wine classes to know that he was on the verge of being drunk.

"Y/N!" My mother grabbed onto my shoulder, pulling me up from the small seat in the corner of the room.

Damnit.

"Yes? Everything okay?" I spoke sweetly, despite me wanting to show her that I had no interest in what she was saying.

She dragged me out of the dining room and into the lounge. I look over to see my Aunty Trudy and two other ladies who smiled and laughed before looking over to me and my mother.

"Oh hey... Y/M/N daughter, right?" she paused, looking me up and down at my black pants and hoodie. "What was your name again?" I raised my eyebrows, although I can't blame her for not remembering my name.

I look over at my mother, "she would be heartbroken if you didn't come" I remember the words vividly.

She doesn't even know me.

"My name is Y/N. Congratulations on your promotion!" I look over to her, smiling. She smiles brightly, her hand on her chest as If I just told her she's the most beautiful woman I've seen. Which by the way, would be the biggest lie as her appearance reminds me that of a dried shrimp.

"Oh really?! Thank you, you're too kind." I just smile at her, mentally rolling my eyes. Her eyes then lift. "I have an idea... How about I make a toast? This is just such a good memory to not say a few words to, don't you think Y/N?" I looked at her frowning, then quickly changing to a small smile and a nod. If there was anything I've learned over the past years is to not show how you really feel at this type of dinner party, it can cause a lot of trouble.

Ding, ding, ding.

I watch as she taps a small spoon provided by a waiter onto her wine glass. It took a minute before everyone looked over towards her but once they did, she started to speak. By then my mind was wandering aimlessly around the room, eager to distract myself from this tragic dinner party. I come across the television behind me that had the sound all the way down. I become intrigued as it showed blurry clips of what seemed to be something in the distance in the water, resembling a human although it swam away after a quick 2 seconds of filming it. The title on the screen read "MERMAID FOUND! MAN FOUND AND FILMED MERMAID JUST OFF THE COAST OF P/N" I roll my eyes. The media are stupid sometimes. A mermaid? Really? What a load of crap. The video was probably fake.

I feel a nudge on my arm as I look over to my mother who is clapping happily with the rest of the guests. She looks at me warningly as Trudy comes over and laughs. "Did you like my speech Y/N?" she says holding her now a full glass of wine. Probably a wine too many if I'm being honest.

I look over at her and smile, "It was ah... meaningful. I can see you put a lot of thought in it" I stare at her and cocked my head as I see the waiter coming in the corner of my eyes. I give him my drink as I really didn't feel like drinking tonight, especially here.

She cocks her head as well as if to challenge me.

Ah, finally, she realised that I really don't give a shit

She smiles walking off to another group as this one seemed to be too boring, not that I'm complaining though. One of the ladies who was standing with us looks over at me. "So, Y/N, what are you planning to do in the future?" I'm hesitant to speak but was interrupted by my mother, "Oh my dear Y/N, well at the moment you wanted to do something with marine animals am I correct?" she smiles at me, her arm over my shoulder. I look over at her frowning slightly but smile as I look back at the lady as she actually seemed to be interested, or perhaps she was just really good at faking it.

"Ah yes. I have a job at the moment at the aquarium nearby although it's a very small place, I haven't really got to experience anything grand yet" I take a look at my watch. "Uh actually speaking of work I'm gonna have to go soon, don't want to wake up too tired." That was a lie, I don't have work tomorrow.

The lady looked at me as if she knew right through my lie. "Oh, that's a pity, I was going to see if you'd be interested in a job offer. Coincidently, I know someone who was looking to hire a young woman like yourself, interested in working in an aquarium with marine animals." She smiles as if she knew how much I wanted this.

"I'm sorry what? Really?" I say, completely forgetting about how terrible tonight is, maybe it wasn't all for nothing. She smiled, "Yes you heard correctly. My friend is the owner of this brand new huge upcoming aquarium that apparently is opening pretty soon actually. Any interest?"

I look at her smiling, "Oh wow... yes! Definitely." I felt my hands ball into fists as I was a little child accepting a lollypop for the first time in forever. I suddenly stop, looking down coming to a realisation, "But... there's only one Aquarium in P/N". she sighs, then shrugs before saying. "It's a few towns away from here and near the coast but I assure you, you won't find another job like this one." I squint my eyes at her a little, trying to figure out why she'd want to help me. "I'll have to think about it..." I say quietly.

She nods, agreeing. "Well don't take too long, it's opening pretty soon. Get your mother to contact me by Friday with a decision" She then smiles, "I'll let you get home now, we wouldn't want you to miss work, now would we?" she winks.

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I get home, barely making it through the door as I start to go upstairs shoving my jacket and shoes off before I make it to my room. I lay on my bed, somewhat uncomfortable in my jeans and hoodie as I start to think about the job proposal.

"Did she really mean it?"

"Was she just messing with me?"

See, in this world of silverware, wine glasses and private affairs, it's extremely hard to know If someone has your best interests or not. My father left when I was 12 and now I'm 18, as soon as he left I told my mother I didn't want her money or her help anymore as I felt it was cheating and it was the reason dad left. I can't possibly think that I should take this job offer right? It goes against everything I have ever believed in, everything he believed in.

Although... he once said to me, "take every opportunity you can get, you never know what could happen unless you leap forward and see for yourself".

With that thought in mind, I quickly changed into my bunny pyjamas and jumped onto my bed, ready for sleep to drag me away from my problems.

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5 Days Later

The sun rose up shining violently through my window across my bed as I slowly opened my eyes, ready to be blinded. I groaned as I grabbed onto a pillow on my left and shove it onto my face, mentally facepalming for not closing my curtains last night. It was now Friday and I was already thinking about that job offer. I couldn't help it. It has been on my mind for the past few days now and last night I quit my job before officially decided I am going to do it.

I rolled on my right side and slid out of bed facing the wall, making sure the light didn't blind me. I went over to the window and closed the curtains, the room now becoming dark. I looked over to my bed, it looked inviting enough to go back to sleep for another few hours although I knew I had to get up. I couldn't be bothered to turn the light on, so I dragged myself around towards my closet and grabbed some jeans and a hoodie that was two sizes too big. I sighed and slowly walked outside my room towards the bathroom to get ready.

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I walked out of the bathroom, feeling somewhat more refreshed but in desperate need of a coffee. I walked downstairs, hearing my mother in the dining room eating her breakfast. I passed her not saying a word as I went into the kitchen.

"Ah Miss Y/N, good morning! How are you? Did you sleep well? Want some breakfast?" Marina bombarded me with questions like she always did every morning, but I didn't mind. She's the house cook and a good one, in fact. She greets me with a smile every day and tries to protect me when she sees any of mother’s friends trying to harass me when trying to find out mother’s secrets. It just occurred to me now that I haven't told her I'm leaving yet.

"No, I'm okay Marina. I just wanted to grab a piece of fruit or something." I smile at her, a real smile. She playfully smacks me with her tea-towel that was sitting on her shoulder.

"Ah no, you’re not! Here have some sweets I made, fresh out of the oven!" She stuffed a doughy substance in my mouth, only for it to be revealed as a doughnut.

I smiled happily eating the doughnut.

To think just last night, I declared that from today that I was going to eat healthier.

Oh well.

I sat on the kitchen bench and finished my doughnut, looking at Marina. "So... I know you have always been good to me and I'm so sorry I didn't tell you sooner but-" Marina smiled and cut me off, "you're leaving".

I stumbled with my words a little, a little shocked. "Y/N, I have known you since you were in diapers, don't act so surprised. Also, I'll be fine here, don't you worry." She gave me a heart-warming smile, but I still was shocked she guessed that I was leaving. She turned around to the fridge and grabbed some banana milk, putting it in my hand.

"I heard your mother talking about the possibility of you leaving Y/N, I may be smart but I'm not that smart." She chuckled and then looked over at one of the cooks.

"Come on! Hurry up, stop dawdling" she yells and then looks at me. "And you missy, should go and get things sorted. You have your whole life ahead of you." She smacked me with the towel again as I hopped off the counter, my banana milk in hand.

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"Mother! What was that lady's phone number? The one who offered me the job?" I leaned on the outside door frame as I looked over at her sunbaking.

"Oh, I don't know Y/N. Just call her off my phone." she reached her hand over to mine as she didn't move from her spot. I rolled my eyes and took the phone, heading back towards the lounge room. I sat down and took a long breath as I pressed the call button. It rang for a while and for a second, I didn't think she'd answer.

"Hello?" she answered.

"Uh hi, it's Y/N." My voice sounded smaller than I wanted it to.

"I know. Did you think about my offer?"

"Yes, and I thought about it and figured I should give it a try," I said, feeling more confident about my decision.

"That's good to hear. I talked to the guy who owns the aquarium and he said he'd be happy to take in new workers. Although you need to leave as soon as possible" Her voice sounded somewhat stern.

"Wait, by "as soon as possible" what do you mean?"

"I'll pick you up tomorrow Y/N"

"Wait! Wait-" Oh great, she hung up.

I still had way more questions, but I don't think they'd be answered until tomorrow. I sighed and got up putting the phone onto the coffee table and heading for my room. It was 4pm and I really needed to pack.

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I had to get up early tomorrow as the lady who I just recently found out her name is actually Julie was coming here really early. I was in my room, sitting on my bed with my huge ass suitcase getting my things ready before I heard a knock on my door.

"Miss Y/N" I smiled knowingly. "Yes, Marina?" she popped her head in and looked at me.

"I made some sweets for you, for the drive" she smiled with a couple of containers in her hand.

"Oh Marina, I'm going to miss your cooking. And you of course." I grabbed the containers and put them next to my suitcase.

"Y/N" My mother yelled from downstairs, "Your ride is here. Hurry up". I rolled my eyes before looking at Marina. I sighed as I saw her teary eyes, I could tell she was trying to hide it.

"I'm gonna miss you, you know Y/N" She sniffles and looks over at the containers of food. "Who else is gonna love my cooking more than you?"

I smile softly before reaching over to hug her, "Don't worry, I'll come back to visit". She sniffles and hugs me back, "Your very much like your father you know?" I stood back a little in confusion.

"Because I'm leaving?" I ask. She shakes her head, "no, no, no. Not like that. He was always travelling and going places, always wanted to see if there was another better place... He believed in some absurd things at times, but he was always on the move. Ready for the next adventure..." she tucked your hair behind your ear.

"Y/N!!" Your mother yelled again before Marina smacked you playfully with her tea-towel, "come on girl! Get a move on." I laughed and hugged her again before grabbing my awfully big suitcase and going downstairs. I looked over at my mother, "Don't go falling for some boy while you’re gone Y/N" I looked at her, raising my eyebrows. I guess that's her way of saying 'Be safe".

"I won't," I told her as I walked out of the house heading toward the car. The house that will no longer feel familiar to me in a couple of months. Not that I had a profound connection with it, but it was my only home. Despite this, I felt ready. Ready to explore the rest of this vast ocean and see what mysteries will lie ahead once I leap forward.

Authors Note:

I know it’s short. I’ll update soon! Hope you liked it. You’ll see more of JK next.

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ceruleanmusings · 6 years

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rockin’ robin - sweet pea x wynn

a/n: so...yeah, idk what this is. It just came out after I had a Riverdale dream and it wouldn’t leave me alone. I’m nervous about writing Sweet Pea and am still getting used to him so go easy on me. Please let me know what you think! Also partially inspired by this video

tagged: @isaaclahys

Being forced into spending an evening with a Northsider had to be his own special brand of Hell, Sweet Pea decided. Especially having to be tutored in math by said Northsider. And double especially because she wasn’t like the other Northsiders which kept him on edge. He knew how the others acted, how they worked, and he reacted accordingly. He had all the answers and he had the other Northsiders figured out. But he couldn’t figure out Wynn Tate and that pissed him off.

She didn’t appear eager at the news that their teacher wanted her to tutor him in Algebra and, yet, she didn’t appear displeased either. There were no eye rolls, no curled lips of disdain, no glares, no scoffs. Nothing. He couldn’t work with nothing. Couldn’t prepare himself with nothing. Those reactions, though, came from him and he wasn’t ashamed for it. But she’d merely accepted it with a shrug and a simple “Meet me at Pop’s after school.”

His blew a frustrated breath out the corner of his mouth as he tapped the tip of his pen against his notebook. He added ink dots to the page that was already covered in scratches and scribbles; a monument to the past half hour of his attempts to work out the stupid Algebra problems assigned to them. Why did they have to thrown in unknowns? He hated unknowns. He couldn’t work with unknowns.

“This is fucking ridiculous,” Sweet Pea uttered, staring down at the math problems. “When am I going to need to know this?”

“When we get tested on it,” Wynn replied so dryly he almost saw the accompanying word dumbass floating in the air.

His sneered. “Cute.”

Wynn smirked. “I know I am, thanks for noticing, but that’s not going to get you out of this.” Sweet Pea scoffed at the notion she presented and wrote out the three variable math problem again. His lips pressed into a line and stared hard at the equation, hoping hard that the numbers and letters on the page would stay still or actually make sense for once. “C’mon, String Bean, you got this. See, look, you already did this part of the problem well. Now just do it again here.”

His lip curled at the nickname she bestowed upon him. “Why don’t you actually be useful and do this yourself?”

Wynn laughed and rose from where she had been kneeling by the table. Brushing the hem of her work apron she continued, “I’m not doing your homework for you.”

“Surprise, surprise, I get stuck with a brown noser.”

“What the hell are you going to learn from me doing the work for you?”

“That you have a price.”

A smirk curled in the corners of Wynn’s mouth which made him squint. “Sweetie Pie, you can’t afford me.”

“It’s Sweet Pea.”

Her eyes dropped down and he stiffened beneath her scrutinizing gaze before she glanced back at his face. “No, I’d say it’s more Snow Pea.” She held her finger and thumb close to each other to indicate size. He held his middle finger in her direction and she laughed, tucking a strand of her curly dark hair behind her ear. “Come on, you got this.” Placing her hands on the table, she leaned forward and pointed at the book. “What can you do with these two variables?”

Sweet Pea turned his attention back to where she was pointing at the math problem and he stared hard at it. C’mon. Why can’t you get this? he berated himself as the seconds ticked by and an answer didn’t make itself known. His mind, blank, screamed his failure back at him in the translation of white noise. Wynn’s sigh cut through; a slight reprieve to his personal torture.

“Try not to look at the whole problem.”

“What else am I supposed to look at?” He glanced up as he spoke, having forgotten that she wasn’t kneeling like she had been before so, now, his gaze was a little further south of her face than he had intended. He cleaned his throat and shifted his gaze over to the nametag pinned to her uniform so he could at least use that as an excuse.

Wynn’s snapping fingers brought his attention back up and he tensed and waited but she said a quick—and maybe amused?—”eyes up here, Peapod” and then circled two of the math problems with her finger. “I mean, try looking at it piece by piece. You’re psyching yourself out. You’re not trying to solve it all at once, you’re trying to solve one variable. Once you get one, the rest—ah, shit.”

Sweet Pea’s eyebrows furrowed as Wynn blew out a breath and pushed away from the table. He inclined his head, looking past her at the other servers and waitresses that had seemed to amass out of nowhere and skip to the front of the diner, clapping along to be the beat of the song that had started over the jukebox.

His hand went into his pocket, fingers wrapping around the cool handle of his trusty pocket knife. His muscles tensed, his shoulders lifting to his ears, and his eyes darted around as he quickly mapped out his escape route. I can get over the booths in a few seconds and reach the door, back door is covered by old man Pop, four people in the way. You can take them. Just don’t stop moving.

He shifted his feet, readying himself to strike, when Wynn was pulled into the throngs of other serves and...what? He blinked, dumbfounded, as they all started to dance when the verse of Rockin’ Robin came in. A cheesy, fifties inspired, line dance. In unison.

The bright smiles, synchronized movements, and laughter grabbed the attention of everyone in the diner. Cell phones and ipads were whipped out and all conversation ceased as the dance went on, some of the diners even clapping in unison. Sweet Pea could only sit there and blink to be sure he was actually seeing what he was seeing and wasn’t actually having some sort of trippy dream. Though he noticed the entire time that Wynn didn’t look in his direction and by the time the song ended and she ran out of tables to check on, she begrudgingly made a beeline for his table and all sense of fight in him had left but the adrenaline still rushed through his body.

What kind of cotton candy, pastel, bubblegum fresh hell is this?

She must’ve been able to read his mind; she crossed her arms and grumbled, “Don’t say a word.”

He loosened his grip on his knife and slowly pulled his hand out of his pocket amidst the dying applause from the other patrons (habits died hard). He twisted his mouth to the side and leaned back against the cushy seat of the candy cane colored booth. “You can just do it all, can’t you Twinkle Toes?”

Wynn’s cheeks flushed and she glared at him. “Oh, shut it. We’ll see how that holds up if I can get you an A on the next test.”

His body finally relaxing, Sweet Pea allowed a smug smile to form on his face. He draped an arm against the back of the booth and drummed his ring covered fingers against the material. “If I get an A will you dance for me?”

He held the smile as her face went through a plethora of expressions until settling on something sardonic. “Sure, Sweet Pea. If you can somehow get an A, I’ll dance for you.” The door above the bell jingled as more patrons came in and Wynn watched them take a seat in an empty booth. She backed towards the bar top and picked up a couple of menus. She tucked them beneath her arm and said with a bit of finality, “But I wouldn’t hold my breath about it.”

“What kind of tutor are you?”

“A realistic one. The only way this’ll happen is if it’s in your dreams.”

And with the challenge set, she went off to greet her table, a ready smile sliding into place. Grunting, Sweet Pea picked up his abandoned pen once more. At least now he had incentive. This time, the numbers and letters stayed still.

A few weeks later when Sweet Pea sauntered into Pop’s with Fangs and Toni flanking his sides, he spotted Wynn leaning over a table, pointing to something on the menu and smiling a kid who was bouncing in his seat. A large tray filled with food balanced on her free palm.

“Hey girl, got room for three more?” Toni asked.

Wynn looked up and smiled, approaching the trio. “Guess I can squeeze y’in,” she said with a teasing smile. “What’s the occasion.”

“Seems that Sweet Pea here aced his math test,” Fangs said, clapping Sweet Pea on the shoulder.

A swell of satisfaction blossomed in his chest when he saw the look of surprise pass through Wynn’s face and then quickly switch to one of absolute horror.

“No he didn’t,” she said, almost begging. It made the moment that much sweeter as he pulled his test out of his pocket, unfurled it, and held it up in front of her face to see the large red A marked on top in pen. “For fuck’s sake,” she whispered.

“What’s the problem? You tutored him. The whole point’s to get a good grade,” Toni pointed out, eyebrows crinkling.

“Yeah, but now I—”

“Owe me a dance,” Sweet Pea finished for her, returning his test to his pocket. Yes, the late night studying was worth it for the look on her face alone. He could live off it for days.

Toni shook her head, laughing a little. “Wait, what?”

“Hope you have your dancing shoes on, Twinkle Toes.” And, to add sugar on top of the already sweet, sweet moment he made a show of walking to the jukebox, pushing his quarter in, and selecting the song. As the intro to Rockin’ Robin started up and the other servers and waiters stopped what they were doing to get into formation, Sweet Pea leaned against the jukebox and waited with an expecting smile. Wynn’s glare could have set him up in flames.

“They gave you the wrong name,” Wynn stated as she begrudgingly put the tray down, “they shouldn’t call you Sweet Pea, they should call you Satan!”

Hey, if he was going to reside in Hell, he may as well get comfortable.

#sweet pea #sweet pea x oc #riverdale #riverdale fanfic #wynn tate #this is my first time really attempting to write sweet pea and i'm super nervous about it #because i know a lot of people like him #also please validate my edit because it took me some time to do but i'm proud of it!#my writings #rockin' robin #swynn

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that-quiet-girl-who-writes · 6 years

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Broken~Part 21 (Jughead Jones)

A/N: HIiiiiiiiii guys, idk when part 22 will be out, but sometime this weekend, I promise!

Summary: At the last drive-in movie, you hang with Jug in the projection booth

Pairing: Jughead x Andrews!reader

Word Count: 1378

Warnings: Swearing, kissing, sadness

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I was so happy that my stupid brother had made the right decision. Although I didn’t really agree with him in the matter other than that. I listened to what he had to say, but that didn’t mean that I wasn’t on Betty’s side in this mess. I didn’t bring that up. Instead, I got into Kevin’s truck with him and Veronica and we headed out to the Twilight Drive-in. Rebel Without a Cause was playing when we got there, one of Jughead’s favourites. V, Kev and I climbed into the back and laid out blankets. As soon as we were comfortable, I pulled out my phone and texted Jug. He must’ve been bored because he answered right away.

Me: Heeyy we’re here

Jug👑❤: Where

Me: Back of Kev’s truck

Me: Come outside

Jug👑❤: I have to stay in here and make sure the movie keeps running

Me: I’m coming back there then

Jug👑❤: Stay there, better view of the screen

Me: I’m not even really watching

Jug👑❤: wtf this is the best movie ever

Jug👑❤: you know what

Jug👑❤: don’t even come back, I can’t be with smone who doesn't appreciate this movie

I laughed but before I could respond, Cheryl pulled up in her cherry red convertible and got out.

“Make some room outcasts.” She said.

I rolled my eyes. “I was just leaving.” I said, standing up to get out of the car.

“Wait, where are you going?” Ronnie asked.

“Oh, ah, Jughead works in the projection booth and I told him I’d go back and see him.”

“Ooooo, Y/N/N’s off to see her boyfriend.”

“Hey, Y/N/N, if you two start making out, just try and stay away from the projector, okay? Don’t want you to knock it over and interrupt the movie.” Kevin oh, so generously warned me.

“And what’s this new gossip I hear? Y/N/N and Jughead are dating?” Cheryl asked as she settled into my spot.

“It’s not gossip, Cheryl.” I said quietly.

“Don’t be silly, of course it is. The school loners finally found each other.”

“Cheryl!” Veronica started to defend me.

“Don’t Ronnie. I don’t care.” I said, shooting her a smile and walking towards the projection booth. On my way back, I spotted my dad in our truck with Hermione Lodge. Yeah, that would be very weird, but as far as I was concerned at the moment, they were here as friends.

I wandered in between cars, looking down at my feet and watching them pass by dirt and rocks and occasionally a candy wrapper or popcorn bowl. I walked up to the projection booth door and knocked on the metal with my fist.

Jughead must of been sitting waiting for me because the door opened less than a second after my knock. Before I could even say “Hey”, his lips were on mine and I was being pulled inside. I heard the door slam behind me as Jughead practically attacked my lips. My hands flew up to his face (mostly to keep my balance) well his one arm was around my back, guiding me inside and the other was closing the door. After a minute or so, I had to pull away for air.

“And I thought you didn’t want me to come back here.” I teased him.

Jughead smiled. “I thought about it and I guess it doesn’t really matter if you see the movie.” He said, emphasizing the word “guess”.

“Translation: you’re bored and lonely.”

“Maybe.” He leaned in and kissed me again. That’s basically what we did the whole night, kissed and watched the movies through a small window in the booth. I wasn’t paying attention to the movie, but I kept my eyes on either the screen or Jughead because I couldn’t stand to look at the setup of the room. It made me sad looking at the bed and all of his stuff. He just didn’t deserve what was happening to him. It was some sort of misguided karma and it wasn’t fair.

I texted Archie and told him that I was with Jughead. He didn’t text back, but it said that he read it and I didn’t get any calls from my dad so the message must have been passed on.

I was packing up Jughead’s stuff to keep myself busy as the sun came up. I found a ton of candy and a couple photos of him and Jellybean, him and Archie around age five, Betty and Archie on the swings, the four of us sitting on Betty’s porch with a board game. And then one that I had no memory of. It was me and Jughead sitting in a sand pit in the Pickens Park playground. We were the only ones there, other than whoever took the picture, which had probably been one of our parents. I didn’t remember being alone with Jughead a lot when we were kids and yet here we were laughing and looking at each other like we were best friends.

I stared at the picture in a trance, happily lost in the thought that there was a time the two of us had shared a happy few moments together before the world grabbed us by the ankles and dragged us into reality. The absence of the noise of the projector brought me away from the photograph. Jughead was looking at the machine with a strangely sad, yet almost relieved look on his face and I realised that that had been the last reel. The last reel that would ever go through that projector, the last scene that would ever appear on the Twilight Drive-in screen. That made me a bit sad too.

Jug made himself look away from the sad little show and started packing the photos in his bag. He still looked sad, so I handed him the picture of us in the sand pit. He took it and smiled at me.

“This is one of favourite photos. We just look...”

“Happy, carefree.” I finished for him.

“Exactly.” He put the photo with the one of him and Jellybean and stuck the two into the front pocket of his bag. He looked around the room one last time and then reached out and grabbed my hand. When Jughead Jones reaches out and grabs your hand for emotional support, you fucking take it.

We went outside, but before we got more than ten feet away from the building, Jughead stopped.

“Wait one second.” He opened his bag and pulled an old can of blue spray paint. Soon enough, his name was the wall with a crown over it. He tossed the can to the can to the ground and we shared a smile.

“Let’s go.”

“Go and never come back?” I questioned while staring at the graffiti, wondering if this was really it.

He sighed. “Yeah. Go and never come back.”

“They’ll tear that booth down too.” Said a voice from behind us. A serpent. But not just some random serpent, FP Jones. I remembered him, but only vaguely. It had been a long time and now he looked older, dirtier, scruffier then when I was a kid. He looked like he had lost the ability to care. From what Jughead told me, I shouldn’t have expected anything less.

“Raise the whole place, send it to the junkyard. Us with it.” FP said.

“Yeah, maybe they’ll save it. All the pieces.” Said Jug. “Store it the town hall attic, build it in a hundred years, wonder who the hell we were.”

There was a silence. A sad one. And yet for me it was reassuring. Reassuring that a boy so beaten up could think that such a tiny, insignificant building could be saved and let him live on in the lives of future Riverdale residents. But to be rediscovered, you must first be forgotten.

“So where are you gonna live now?” FP asked.

“I’ll figure it out dad. I always do.” With that, Jughead reached over for my hand again, in which moment FP gave him a look. You know the look I mean, the one that’s as if to say “and what’s going on here?”. We left the drive-in and began the lengthy walk to the north side.

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sidhewrites · 4 years

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Chapter 3-ish. Previous Installment found here, summary page found here. Approx. 2400 words. As always, feel free to send Asks or Messages about what’s written or anything you’re curious about.

The dance hall was grand once upon a time, with gold gilding on every column and candlelight reflecting off the marble floors. The windows were glass, from ceiling to floor, looking out over what had once been a statue garden a pair of lovers could get lost in.

They now looked over a factory. Smoke had long since tarnished the outside walls, and nearly blackened the panes, providing dim lighting even at midday. The soot called out to Zorya as she walked in, waiting to be put to use. But there was no use for it here, with tallow candles burning low, and no demand for cleaning the place up. So the soot stayed where it sat, and Zorya scuffed her heels as she walked, the left more so than the right.

Something whispered in the shadows. It was too quiet to find just yet, but it was there. Zorya would sniff it out soon enough.

This wasn’t a legal venue. As far as anyone knew, this place was empty, left for dust while the officials tried to decide what to do with it. Eventually, it just fell into disrepair, was slowly repaired, and became a small haven for people who wanted to dance in a decidedly western fashion.

Zorya told herself it was against the ideals of the party -- frivolities and dancing for the sake of dancing didn’t contribute to the state at all. But it looked … well, it looked fun. She wasn’t above hoping for a little bit of fun, even if that hope was buried under layers and layers of denial.

People trickled in slowly, chatting, one of them carrying a bulky travelbag hiding a portable gramophone and various cylinders smuggled in from the west. Elegant women and well-dressed men partnered up, and slowly the music began to play a jazz number from Paris. Some of the older folks still knew French, and Zorya had been given a few lessons herself as a child, but she stayed in the shadows all the same. Her feet were too big, her limbs too clumsy, and, anyway, she didn’t know the steps. Best that she just watched for now.

People came and went with ease. The guard at the door asked for the password from those she didn’t recognise, and it seemed lighter here than anywhere else in Moscow. As if they weren’t all gaunt and thin, overworked and underfed.

Life was easy for them, for just a few hours. Life was free.

Zorya aimed to keep it that way -- or, at least, to keep them alive. She wasn’t about to let anyone here get killed by an overactive piece of ichor that had attached itself to a skull. It was a large Wyrdbeast, whatever it was, and she’d been tracking it for weeks to this dance hall. It had been growing slowly, surely, and she had a feeling it would finally ooze out of whatever crack in the wall it’d been hiding in, just in time for her to dispel it.

They were re-learning the Charleston tonight. The simple quickstep was easy enough to pick up on, but the club had gained enough new members recently that it bore being taught anew. Zorya watched, half smiling despite herself, fiddling with the gentleman’s ring on her finger, while Noski chased shadows and spiders out of the way. Time passed slow and easy enough. An American song played over the gramophone. Zorya barely even looked to the door when it opened.

And then she gaped openly when she saw who it was.

A gentleman in a fine, fitted suit and top hat. Polished leather shoes, golden cufflinks -- and a long, long shock of the reddest hair she had ever seen.

What was he doing here?

She pulled closer to the shadows, half convinced he had seen her already, even though he looked about with an easy grin without seeming to take much of anything in at all.

[idk]

He approached her slowly, fine heels clacking on the floorboards. Zorya bristled the closer he came, like a cornered animal unable to attack. Half expecting him to turn away at the last minute and speak to another young woman instead.

But he never looked away, simply stopped before her and looked down with that lazy smile of his. “Hello, mademoiselle,” he crooned.

Zorya pressed her lips to a thin line, bit back every curse that threatened to spill forth.

His eyes flicked down to her hands clenched into fists, and raised a brow, his smile growing wider. “You kept my ring. I’m touched.”

She stuffed her hands into her skirt pockets. “I didn’t have time to pawn it.”

“Naturally. Would you care to dance?”

“I only know slow steps.”

He lifted a gloved hand and snapped. The song changed instantly into something slower, something even Zorya could drag her feet through.

She narrowed her eyes at him, ignoring the confused murmur rising up in the room. The gramophone operator stood at the machine baffled, and a few of the younger dancers complained. Zorya didn’t look away from the man. “Witch,” she accused.

“You are indeed.” He winked.

Zorya gaped. How had he -- when?

The man seemed to need no translation, able to read her thoughts clear enough on her face. “The station master was all too proud to tell me how he kept it so clean. Told me about a dutiful Lesser Witch who couldn’t keep her cat in line.” He shot a glance over to Noski, currently batting at a now-dead spider without a care in the world, then looked back to Zorya. “You’re not wearing your pin.”

She still struggled for words. That could have been a threat, for all she knew. All witches were to wear their brooches whenever they went outside, lesser and greater. The greatcoat could be saved for formal occasions, but the brooch was necessary. And if he reported her…

She still had to catch the wyrdbeast. Still had a job to do.

So she sighed, and looked away. “Let me guess, you’ll report me if I don’t dance with you?”

“Certainly not.” He seemed genuinely taken aback. “I’d never be so cruel to someone who’s looking for a bit of fun.”

“I’m not here for fun.”

“No? Then what are you here for?”

She said nothing. Couldn't say anything. Zorya wasn’t used to talking to people enough to know how to lie on instinct.

“Well?” the man said.

She ought to send a flurry of ash up his nose and send him, sneezing, on his way.

His charming smile grew all the more pleased as he misread or otherwise ignored her unwelcoming glare. “Ah, of course. How could I be so rude?” He removed his top hat with a flourish and bowed. “Isidore Clare, at your service, mademoiselle.” Even his name sounded like it was dripping with gold.

“How nice.”

He continued to smile.

[somehow he convinces her]

Clare guided her to the middle of the floor. Every movement he made, every gesture was elegant. He held her with gentle hands, and Zorya was all too aware of how the soot immediately ruined his fine white gloves. Good, whispered a spiteful part of her. He deserves it.

The music picked up from the start again, the same song as before, and he guided her into a slow and simple waltz.

Zorya didn’t stop glaring for a moment, shoulders stiff and jaw set. More than half of it, she was ashamed to admit, was from simple discomfort. It wasn’t often that she had to be around people, much less seen by them.

“You’re rather light on your feet,” Clare said.

She stepped on his foot. It was an accident, but a well timed one. Zorya chose not to apologize.

“Might I ask your name?”

“You can ask.”

He laughed openly, and didn’t press.

Zorya didn’t like the silence, didn’t like the way he looked at her. It wasn’t that he had on any certain expression, and he didn’t seem to be measuring her up. He was just looking at her. He was aware that she existed, and that was enough to set her on edge. “What are you doing here, anyway? Rich French boys don’t come to Russia to flirt in this century.”

“Business, I’m afraid. I’ve important work to see to while I’m here.”

“And what work does a French witch have in Moscow?”

“I’m afraid you’ll have to wait to hear about it in the news, Miss. You’re not the only one here who wants a bit of anonymity.”

Zorya scoffed. “You already told me your name.”

“And if you don’t recognise it, then all the better.”

“You’re not one of those movie stars, are you?”

He laughed again. “Nothing so fanciful, I’m afraid. Most people don’t even recognise me on the street.”

“So why should I?”

Clare only smiled.

Zorya decided, once again, that she hated him. And now she had a name to put to his irritating, overconfident face.

But before she could say more, the chittering came back to her. A small, animalistic sound scraping against her ear, punctuated with inhuman whispers. Her anger fled as she looked away, searching the shadows for a sign of the beast.

“Is something wrong?” Clare asked, unexpectedly sounding almost worried.

The chittering continued to grow louder, to deepen and groan. Zorya looked deeper into the shadows, searching hard for any movement before the beast revealed itself. “Yeah. I think...” Zorya pulled herself away, taking uncertain steps towards the mirrored wall across from her, trying to ignore the sight of her reflection.

Clare hadn’t moved behind her. “I don’t understand. Do you see something?”

No-one seemed to be paying her any mind. No-one should. Only five people in Moscow could hear the Wyrdbeasts, and Zorya was glad to know there wasn’t one of them nearb.

“Get everyone out of here.” She could hear it. She could hear it coming closer. “Something’s wrong.”

“But—”

“Noski,” she hissed, ignoring whatever Clare was about to say. The cat leapt from the bag and reached her shoulder just as the wall exploded.

Dancers screamed.

[something, and then wyrdbeast]

Zorya gestured in carful movements, adjusting her position to summon the soot and ash, forming it into long ropes that wrapped tightly around the wyrdbeast’s legs. It lashed out, swiping a paw through its bindings, but they reformed just as quickly.

It wasn’t enough to subdue the beast, but it was enough to hold it back for a little bit.

She approached it slowly, both hands out, speaking as calmly as she could. “There now, look at you. A big thing like you shouldn’t be in a place like this. Look at the mess you made.”

Noski rubbed against her leg, eyeing the beast, tail flicking in agitation. He hopped up to Zorya’s shoulders, settling in with a purr to serve as a physical anchor as much as a mental one.

Zorya continued to shush the beast, closing the distance as it hissed and snapped its wicked jaws. “There we go,” she said. “Easy, easy.” She placed a hand on its shoulder — and leapt back as it whirled on her and roard. “Well that wasn’t very polite, was it?”

The Wyrdbeast growled again. But now that they had made eyecontact, it started to calm. Zorya felt its pull, the anger and rot that had formed it, dragging the poor animal from what had to have been a peaceful death.

“It hurts, I know. You don’t want to be here.” She continued to soothe it, and slowly, slowly approached again. The beast continued to bristle, to snarl, but it didn’t lash out again and she was able to release her control over the soot.

Zorya placed her hand on its skull. The wyrdbeast flinched, but didn’t pull away, and leaned into her.

“There we go,” she said, and began the final part of her work. The bitter tang of wyrdstuff filled her mouth as she absorbed it, pulling the inky black ichor into her body. It oozed under her skin, blackening her veins, her arms, her lips and mouth.

The beast shrank before her, growing smaller and smaller until there was nothing but the skull in her hand. Zorya held onto it until she felt the last dregs of the wyrdstuff snap free, and the skull clattered to the ground, cracking in two.

Noski purred again.

Zorya grimaced, and groaned. “Ugh. I won’t be able to eat anything for a week.”

That’s assuming you get anything to eat at all, she imagined Noski saying, and sighed.

A footstep sounded behind her, and Zorya whirled around, terrified. Everyone should have evacuated. Was it the person who’d summoned the beast? An official? Someone who —-

Oh.

It was Clare.

Watching her with wide eyes, gloved hands limp at his sides. Too stupid to run away properly when his life was in danger.

Irritation quickly overshadowed Zorya’s fear — only to flee as she realized he knew what she was now. An unlicensed Greater Witch, posing as Lesser, doing illegal magic in an illegal dance hall. And — worse than that...

“You’re a wyrdwitch,” he whispered.

Zorya couldn’t tell if he was in awe or simply afraid. But he disappeared into the dust in the space of a heartbeat, and she was left alone.

Noski stepped off her shoulder and into the shape of himself. “Do you think we ought to chase him down?” He sounded all too eager to do just that.

“He’s from the West. Someone would notice if he was gone.” But that didn’t mean she was sure about which path to take. Zorya had spent years hiding the wyrdmagic, posing as a lesser witch and keeping her head down. It had nearly gotten her killed, the last time someone found her out, and she wasn’t about to let it happen again. But chasing after him seemed just as dangerous. If nothing else, asking about a rich Frenchman would make her seem disloyal, uncommunistic. And, more than that, “He could be anywhere in the city by now. It’s no use.”

“You sure do like talking yourself out of things, don’t you, Zorenka?” Noski rubbed his skull against her cheek, and stepped back into the shape of a cat.

#nanowrimo #writeblr #writers on tumblr #writing #wip #wyrdwitch #leaving the bracketed words in because screw it we sharing things #wyrdwitch chapter

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seigyokus · 7 years

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3.1 - A New Project!

Idolish Seven - Part 3, Chapter 3.1 For more Part 3 translations, click here!

Translation below the cut!

Tsukumo Ryou: You are my friend. I don't mind sparing Re:vale, and only Re:vale. But only if you'll strike a deal with me. Momo: ....... Tsukumo Ryou: Yuki can't live in such a tiny, confined world. But in my hands, I'll liquidate every last drop of him into money. Tsukumo Ryou: It's just as you said, Momo. He's a real hottie! You can use every bit of him, down to the bone-- just like high-quality livestock. You can make bags, shoes, soup, and even manure out of him. Tsukumo Ryou: So, what will you do? Momo: ....... Momo: ...You mentioned a deal? Tsukumo Ryou: That big-name will reveal the naked truth of Chiba Salon's existence. Tsukumo Ryou: That in itself is enough, but I want it to be a little more festive. Tsukumo Ryou: I want you to give me the raw voice recording of this confession from Chiba Shizuo's bastard child-- Nikaidou Yamato.

Nanase Riku: We're finally going to announce our first anniversary single during today's concert! Yotsuba Tamaki: I really love this song! I can't wait for everyone to hear it! Rokuya Nagi: Yes! It's a splendid song.... A splendid song that stays with you, in your heart. Izumi Mitsuki: We're finally gonna sing it in front of the fans! ......Oh? Where's Yamato-san?

Nikaidou Yamato: ......Like an artisan, like an artist. Entertainment, literature. Exaggeration, realism. Father, this is all your fault. Nikaidou Yamato: ......Find where you and your role intersect. Bring out the emotions common to both. And to find these emotions, search for similar relationships. Nikaidou Yamato: Never thought the stuff he told me in that house would come in handy........ Father, this is all your fault. Nikaidou Yamato: A perfectionist who was raised under his father's strict discipline, but had wasted away because of it. As for the reason why he killed his lovers and preserved them.... Was it for dominance? Was it out of rebellion? ......No-- it was because he was scared. Nikaidou Yamato: He was scared of parting ways with them. There was no way they'd love him even after finding out what he was really like. He was only able to show his true self and all of his weaknesses before corpses. Nikaidou Yamato: That's right....... There was nobody who'd continue to love him after finding out how ugly and grotesque he was inside. I'm sure they'd hate me too, those guys. Nikaidou Yamato: ....... Nikaidou Yamato: He wants to be loved-- that’s why he's absolutely terrified of losing that love. ......Father, this is all your fault. Nikaidou Yamato: ....... It's all your fault. *click* Rokuya Nagi: Yamato! Hurry up! We're starting soon. Nikaidou Yamato: ...Got it. I'm coming.

Nanase Riku: Good evening! We'll be singing a new song for you all today! Audience: Kyaaaaa..... Nanase Riku: It's a special song, filled with a year's worth of our feelings-- "Sakura Message!" Audience: Kyaaaaa..... Izumi Iori: ......See? Everybody is smiling happily as they listen to Nanase-san sing. Izumi Iori: Nothing about this is sad. You were wrong, old man.

Ogami Banri: "Sakura Message" is selling great so far. Takanashi Tsumugi: It really is! All of the music stores have been putting out lots of CDs for sale. The lyricist contacted me just earlier too. Takanashi Tsumugi: She asked me how things were going post-release, and I told her that the single has been getting great reviews! (1) Ogami Banri: Their solo activities have been going well too, and MEZZO" has stabilized. It'd be nice if they all went on tour after releasing a couple more new songs. Takanashi Tsumugi: Zero Arena's renewal....... Things have been going wonderfully since then, and it's all thanks to that! Ogami Banri: Zero lost a lot of face due to the vandalism uproar, but now that's just another conversation topic. Now, let's keep on advancing forward!

Nanase Riku: "A Lovely Night with IDOLiSH7!" is getting a new project? Show Producer: Yep! Thus far, we've only had you guys help normal people out with challenges, but.... Show Producer: This time we wanna put IDOLiSH7 in the spotlight and have you guys challenge things instead. We've been getting lots of requests to see more of IDOLiSH7, after all. Show Producer: We're thinking about making it a documentary-style, weekly corner where viewers can catch up with you guys and watch your progress. Izumi Mitsuki: So we'll be doing the challenges this time, huh! Since it's gonna be a long-term project, I think we should pick something that can't be done super easily. Osaka Sougo: Re:vale did something similar as well, where they tried their hand at rōkyoku. It was really interesting watching Yuki-san take on the shamisen. There were lots of tears and lots of laughter. (2) Rokuya Nagi: Hm...... If we want to make the viewers' hearts pound and have them on the edges of their seats, then we ought to venture into uncharted territory and try something we're all weak at. Osaka Sougo: What's something we're all bad at? Yotsuba Tamaki: I'm bad at studying. I hate it too. Izumi Iori: I'm good at it and happen to like it. Nanase Riku: I'm not good at being assertive towards girls.... Rokuya Nagi: I'm very good at that. Osaka Sougo: I don't think I'm very good at getting funny reactions out of people on variety shows. Izumi Mitsuki: I'm pretty used to doing that kind of stuff. You're funny too though, Sougo. Yotsuba Tamaki: ....... Now that I think about it, we kinda fill in the gaps for each other. Nanase Riku: You're right! That's amazing! Yay! Yotsuba Tamaki・Nanase Riku: Yay! Show Producer: Ahaha! See, that's one of the things that's really good about you guys, IDOLiSH7! It's really fun watching you all-- it just cheers me up! Show Producer: Everybody gets along so well, and you're all so lively! That's definitely your selling point, without a doubt. Izumi Mitsuki: We get along well, huh.... Yeah, I guess so. Nikaidou Yamato: ....... Show Producer: You've been awfully quiet today, Yamato-kun. Well, quiet isn't quite right. Kind of intense, I guess? Are you angry......? Nikaidou Yamato: Ah-- Not at all.... Yotsuba Tamaki: It's because you've been reading books on cannibals. That's why you look even scarier than usual. Hurry up and go read a book on nice ramen shop workers already. Nikaidou Yamato: There you go again. You just wanna eat ramen, don't you? Show Producer: Ahaha. Any opinions from you, as the leader? Nikaidou Yamato: How about something that'll make us fight a bit? Everyone likes that sorta stuff, right? Izumi Mitsuki: Hold up, Yamato-san. Couldn't you have phrased that a little better.... Rokuya Nagi: The more trouble we encounter, the more seriously we’ll tackle those problems. A plan like that will allow our friendship to shine through. That's what Yamato's idea was, in other words. Show Producer: I see. So we gotta get the viewers a little nervous in order to pull them in and grab their attention, huh. The harder everybody works, the better. Yotsuba Tamaki: How about instruments? Osaka Sougo: Instruments? Yotsuba Tamaki: Yeah. We usually just sing, but how about instruments? Izumi Mitsuki: Sounds hard, but that could be really interesting! We could do classical music, but also brass band or marching band! Nanase Riku: Making music together with something other than our voices sounds fun! I've always wanted to try playing an instrument! Izumi Iori: We'll be able to show our teamwork, which is a good thing. We could also use it during live performances for IDOLiSH7. Osaka Sougo: I want to try playing with everyone. I've had some experience with an instrument before, so I'll put that knowledge to use. Show Producer: There's tons of people learning how to play instruments right now, so let's go with this idea! We'll be giving it our all, and I look forward to working with you guys! Nanase Riku: Of course! We look forward to working with you too!

Nanase Riku: Performing with everyone sounds really fun! I wonder what kind of project it'll be? Nanase Riku: Well, I have time to kill, so I'll go shopping. Ah, the cakes at that shop look really good! Maybe I'll buy one for Manager! Inumaru Touma: ....... Nanase Riku: ......!? That person's crouching down....... Maybe he feels sick? Nanase Riku: Um, are you okay? Inumaru Touma: ....... Nanase Riku: He.... He was crying......? Nanase Riku: Huh...? Wait….... I feel like I've seen this person somewhere before....

To be continued....

TL Notes/comments:

I THOUGHT NEXT UPDATE WAS GONNA BE 27TH ISH BUT I THOUGHT WRONG AND NOW I AM A LOT BEHIND SCHEDULE, if they release next installment on the 17th, I’ll do my best to tl everything out so far before then!!!

THANK YOU KURI FOR CATCHING MY STUPID TYPOS x999, and also for helping me work out a phrase (either in this part or the next one, idr)

(1) used 'she' as pronoun here because all 3 lyricists who have worked with i7/trg/re:v are all female! Or at least that’s my reasoning, idk if the in-story composers are different tho \o/

(2) Rōkyoku is Japanese narrative singing accompanied by a shamisen. Read more about it here!

As usual, if you see any mistakes/mistranslations/etc, please message me!

Thank you for reading!!

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post about the rest of the ajin anime (seasons 1 and 2)

(nothing special, just a liveblog post)

ajin episode 6

i see that the animation budget saved by doing CGI was instead spent on the fluttery shifty effects of the black ghosts

so satou's ghost is also anvil-headed

right, nagai doesn't have much empathy... hmm... hmm... that doesn't excuse his being an asshole at times

tosaki sure is eager to jump to conclusions as to why satou didn't bring out his ghost

ohh, ghost-to-ghost head collisions can bump some memories back and forth, interesting, i forgot about that...

huh, what is eriko calling kei "onii-chan" for at a time like this? she called him "nii-san" to his face and i think in front of everyone who talked to her about him, right? was that her way of expressing worry about him...?

episode 7

tosaki's gotta get that dekai kane

right, of course he's motivated by comatose fiance. doesn't excuse any of the shit he's done

episode 8

nakano kou. do we seriously have a kei, a kai, and a kou? sounds like a bit of a natural OT3 tbh

episode 9

there we go, nagai kei finally being an indisputable asshole

oh, right, big pharma makes an appearance as an antagonist

sokabe has a very silly face.

i already forgot what IBM stands for and can only come up with IBM he company or ICBM (intercontinental ballistic missile) without the C

right, ogura's distinguishing feature was not only smoking cigarettes, but being unreasonably dedicated to his brand of smokes in particular. so dumb

episode 10

ogura says a black ghost can only be used once or twice a day, but didn't nagai kei whip em out one after another like it was no thing? is that his special protagonist power that makes him differentiated enough to be the protagonist?

kei's ghost learned how to fell a tree from minecraft

do they really have huge screens up in cities complete with booming audio? the screens are nothing new, but the audio seems unusual to me

episode 11

oh, tosaki finally learned satou's name. from satou's video.

yamanaka-san bought him an oPhone8

"life and money are synonymous" sounds like your typical CEO

omfg satou rode the sinking tower and had a great time

sokabe is still calling satou "hat guy." get with the picture

episode 12

this just in: does satou sometimes substitute a "sh" sound in for an "s" sound?

episode 13

kei demonstrates his shittiness by holding a knife to yamanaka-san's neck after getting sniped. what a dick. oh wait he made it work. well whatever

tosaki says nagai kei is not a fool and as such he probably already scouted out the area, but tosaki immediately also says nagai kei has probably exhausted his black ghost uses for the day, something a fool would do because only a fool doesn't know their own limits and try to use them tactically in such a situation

time for season 2 i guess, episode 2-1

this OP isn't bad i guess

these subs having sokabe say "it's normal for a subordinate to greet his senpai." listen, if you use "senpai," you gotta also use "kohai," and if you use "subordinate," you also gotta use "superior" you can't just pick and choose which words you want to translate

this ending song is horrible

ep 2-2

sakurai emerging from the airplane toilet clearly zipping up his fly out of frame and seeing satou and his eyebrows just turn on a fulcrum and then turn backward like they're pinball flippers

ep 2-3

ah. i was musing over what must be the most popular ship for ajin, thinking maybe kei/kai or kei/kou or tosaki/ogura, but i've had a bit of a realization, and if i know the hearts of the BL community at all, their favorite ship is probably some sinful shit like tosaki/kei. i’ll find out soon enough whether i’m right (haven’t looked at any ajin pixiv tags yet)

ep 2-4

kotobuki, eh. seems like a charming character. oh, this bandanna delinquent is pulling the ol' pee-and-chat

kaito, everyone's favorite punching bag

for the record, i know i've read beyond this point in the manga, but i don't remember shit except that i left off around a chapter where we see shimomura's history.

kotobuki has a small head, maybe he just squeezed through some bars to escape

ah, i just realized the other anime this kinda reminds me of: zankyou no terror. it's got the police/government and the american government trying to intervene aspect to it.

carly meyers doesn't have any kind of american accent... i was kinda hoping she would

neither does doug here. i guess they didn't have voice actors who would have some fun doing a bad accent... or maybe they didn't see it as appropriate

holy FUCK, kaito executed a flying dropkick even though he wasn't on higher ground or anything, what the fuck

kotobuki asks kai what nagai kei is like and i earnestly half-expected him to reply "he's scum" like everyone else does

oh, so kotobuki's got a winged kuro-chan. lucky...

i forgot to write about this in the episode where it was said, but that iowan ajin whose ghost was driving a tractor is such a perfect image i can't stop thinking about it

ep 2-5

so i guess satou's catchphrase is "sssshate" (bc he kinda does a "sha" instead of a "sa") (meaning "now, then.")

the first OP wasn't skippable but i find myself needing to skip this one

there's lots of "pulling up live television broadcasts via a non-television device" in this anime

kou calling shimomura "izumi-san" pls

i like how whoever is nearest the whiteboard is the one to cross the latest victim off the target list

ok, if tosaki is about to be fired (which, hasn't he been for a while now?), that made me think, why is he concerned about his job when he's doing this conspiring with ogura and nagai etc hidden from his superiors? is he concerned about stopping satou, or is he still only concerned about money for his fiancee...? is he getting hella paid for this even though he's less involved in the torture (the real moneymaking activity) than before?

i don't like this dynamic btwn american guy and carly meyers where he keeps correcting her gruffly and she keeps backing off and looking afraid/ashamed.

they had nakano put on a satou hat to be satou ;w;

did shimomura just plug a flash drive into her phone? what kind of compatibility we got in this time period?

how long do neck-stab sedatives take to kick in in real life?

carly meyers's kuro-chan has a gem-shaped head

why don't all ajins just keep a knife or something on them to cut their own throat whenever they get hurt

ep 2-6

tainaka yoko. yup, this is about where i left off in the manga, i believe

whoa there, tosaki just got tased right in the nib nob. that's dirty, american doug

i can't say i feel bad for tosaki getting tortured.

ep 2-7

shut your ungrateful mouth, tosaki, shimomura was LITERALLY just doing her job, which you TOLD HER WAS HER JOB: PROTECTING YOU

how in the fuck did satou get away with playing dead when the other side KNOWS it's ajins they're fighting

why isn't ogura, a native english speaker, the one writing an email to the defense department

ep 2-8

this new OP is ok

ep 2-10

(i spent all of 2-9 doing origami instead of typing)

tosaki don't relapse on your smoking habit :( that's not gonna do anyone any good.

ep 2-11

kai busts in with his signature move and saves the day and he's started calling kotobuki "senpai"

so kei's signature line to kai is "i really have to pee"

kai's like "you're wrong. he (kei) isn't an idiot." that's right, he's actually trash, ask anyone

i can't emphasize enough how bad this ending theme is

ep 2-12

well okuyama-kun has been kind of lovable so far, so if he and others decide to join tosaki's side, that would probably be good

isn't burying someone alive the worst way to try to contain them? because you can't see them directly. they could escape without you noticing

ep 2-13

no kabedonning shimomura >:(

wait wait is tanaka also wearing a satou hat? oh, it's just a baseball cap.

fuck off tanaka don't impale shimomura in the same way twice

oh, one of nagai's new ghost army said the thing that nagai said at the scene where he first saw a ghost :0 about the sick puppy. i like all these ghosts spouting quotes

oh, he cut off satou's head. well, that's the first head we've seen cut off. is he facing the right direction to meet his new self? he closed his eyes too soon for us to find out :\

helicopters are raining in bullets from above like in ghost in the shell (1995) (unless i’m completely misremembering. there were other things that were raining bullets in various directions in that scene so i’m not sure)

so now satou's in custody for the first time.

so satou had an exposition dream

honestly i’m no longer sure where i even left off when i read the manga x years ago, i feel like i may have dropped it because i didn’t care for the boring military shit going on for quite a while, but i feel like i even distantly remember satou being beheaded in the manga...? but anyway i’m gonna (re?)read the whole manga now i guess. overall manga verdict: it had a distant, clammy feel to it, but not bad; the voice for nagai’s ghost was real good; they did a good job with the cgi animation, but it definitely lacks something compared to the art in the manga; the only good OP was the first one; and yeah idk my feeling toward this anime is pretty neutral.

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