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genshinarchives · 2 years

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Cyno, Dehya, Al-Haitham, Nahida, Nilou, Tighnari / gender-neutral reader.

Synopsis: Of all things, you became a seelie when you got isekai’d into your favourite game, Genshin Impact. You decide to make them fall for whatever charms you have left in hopes of being taken in as a pet to survive.

— ( Inspired by the manhwa Of All Things, I Became A Crow. Requests relating to this AU will be ignored. )

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#CYNO

Cyno finds you buried in the sand when he went to the desert, having been drawn towards your burial spot by your frantic squeaks. When you got isekicked to Teyvat, you had the worst luck of running into a group of eremites who decided to bully you, but fortunately, Cyno happened to be nearby after you were trapped in your sandy coffin.

He isn't sure what type of creature you are and decides to bring you to the Akademiya once you were dugged out. He's surprised when you wiggle free from his hands and float up to rest on the spot between the ears of his headpiece, but he doesn't say anything since you weren't being difficult. Just as he's about to step inside the Akademiya, he's quickly stopped by Aether who then tells him that you're a rare seelie.

It doesn't take very long for Cyno to warm up to you. He thinks that you're rather cute (but would never say it out loud) and would sometimes poke your squishy body out of curiosity. There was a time when he disturbed your sleep with his incessant poking, which earned him a tiny slap on his index finger.

Seeing the General Mahamatra with a downgraded version of the Traveler's flying companion is certainly a sight in Sumeru City. You'd follow him everywhere, even when he's apprehending a scholar for plagiarism or other academic violations. You act like an extra pair of eyes for Cyno, which he is grateful for; if the scholar tries anything funny, you'd instantly alert him. You eventually became Cyno's unofficial partner, and he'd feel a little lonely if you're not around to listen to his god awful jokes.

Cyno initially didn't know that you don't need to eat and has tried to feed you dried fruits and nuts on occasion, only to get uno reversed every time. Taking the seedless date from his palm, you proceed to push the fruit against his lips to silently tell him to eat it. He hesitantly opens his mouth as you shove it in, and he couldn't stop the minuscule smile from surfacing when you rub against his cheek with an adorable squeak.

Whenever he has a meeting with an official, he lets you fly off on your own, knowing that you'll come searching for him once you've done enough exploration for the day. His only concern is you running into Al-Haitham; he's an Akademiya lunatic and Cyno doesn't trust him at all. He's not sure if you understand him, but he would always remind you to avoid Al-Haitham.

Later on, Cyno orders a mini version of his headpiece for you to wear so that the two of you could match. You don't miss his soft smile as he carefully puts it on you and calls you his seelie Mahamatra.

#DEHYA

Dehya is following Dunyarzad around Sumeru City when you suddenly collide into her face. She thinks that they've been ambushed until she hears the collective laughter of children, and peels you off to see you flailing helplessly in her strong grip as you squeak in desperation.

Her first reaction is to squint at you. What on Teyvat are you? The children that were chasing you begin to crowd around her as Dunyarzad coos at how adorable you are. Dehya then questions the children, and they all answer that you're a seelie they had found floating in the river near the city. Dunyarzad takes pity on you, thinking that you were abandoned, and requests Dehya to look after you. Dehya said no at first but ultimately lost to her persistence.

And that's how Dehya ended up with her very own seelie companion. Even Aether is surprised to see her with you, but you seem to be happy with the way you'd enthusiastically follow Dehya everywhere. It's hard to tell whether or not she likes you, but Dunyarzad knows that you've grown on Dehya; she never misses the way the corners of Dehya's lips would slightly quirk at your attempts to get her attention, the gleam of fondness in her eyes when she watches you fly around in excitement, and the breathless chuckles that leave her lips when you fall asleep on top of her head.

Your sense of danger seems to have heightened after you were reincarnated as a seelie, so whenever you feel that enemies are nearby, you'd alert Dehya by flying around her head and squeaking frantically. She initially didn't know what you were trying to tell her until her eyes caught the glint of a blade in the bushes. Since then, she has learnt to trust you to watch her back (you also provide a good distraction in fights, so that's a plus).

Dehya lets you do whatever you want as long as you don't bring trouble to her; simp for Cyno and Al-Haitham, charm Aether, fight Paimon, play with her golden claws... But she won't allow you to stray from her sight. Although she's shy about admitting it, she does get worried whenever you disappear from her side.

She can get a little jealous when you decide to seek attention from someone else. Are you sleeping on Dunyarzad's lap because she's softer? Are you nuzzling Nilou because she smells nicer? Dehya at one point did sniff herself to make sure that she doesn't smell bad.

Once Dehya has formed a close bond with you, your interactions will start to feel less awkward. She'll return your playfulness in equal and even try to distract you if you're focused on something. She'll squish you between her palms if you annoy her too much, and at one point, she pretended to eat you before introducing you as her "emergency rations" to Aether and Paimon.

#AL-HAITHAM

Al-Haitham is greeted with a rather comical sight when he dropped by the Akademiya to pick something up. It's complete and utter chaos; books and scrolls are being thrown everywhere as the scholars scramble around, trying to get rid of the flying pest that is you. You didn't even mean to startle them, you just wanted some help since you woke up in Sumeru as a seelie one day!

He decides to come back later and as he spins on his heels to leave, something bouncy rams into the back of his head before he feels a tiny grip on his hair. He quickly turns around to see what exactly hit him, only to hear your desperate squeaks. A scholar then yells at him, "Al-Haitham, you bastard! Look after your pet better!" Al-Haitham pays no heed to him however, and silently exits from the Akademiya after tugging you off him.

He doesn't really know what to do with you. He thought that you'd leave him alone and find someone else to bother if he ignores you, but you adamantly follow him everywhere, refusing to leave his side no matter what. You're not annoying like a certain Traveler's flying companion at least, so he feels no need to shoo you away. You're welcome to stay with him as long as you don't cause him unnecessary trouble.

Al-Haitham only begins to take an interest in you after Kaveh tells him that you're really fun to chat with. When Al-Haitham tries talking to you himself, you scribble your responses on a sheet of paper using the pencil that Kaveh had shortened for you, which impresses him. He starts assigning you simple tasks such as delivering coded messages and eventually spying on certain people. You've somewhat become his little assistant, and there wouldn't be a day where Al-Haitham is seen without you.

You tend to attract a lot of attention, especially in Port Ormos, since pet seelies are rare. Whenever he needs to keep a low profile, he stuffs you inside his cloak without warning and silently threatens to squeeze you if you make too much noise, before apologising to you quietly once he's in a secluded area. He would be totally unfazed if you attack him with your seelie punches as revenge.

When you're not needed for anything, Al-Haitham lets you go on your own seelie adventure. While he doesn't mind you hanging around the other scholars, he doesn't like seeing you with Cyno, especially when you're snuggled between the ears of his headpiece or blatantly pressing yourself against his bare chest. He'd pull you away from Cyno by your tail-like part immediately.

At night, Al-Haitham notices that you like to sleep right next to his head on his pillow. He would take this opportunity to pet you, poke you, and even nuzzle you, the things he'd never do to you when you're awake during the day. The sleepy little noises you make in response to his ministrations always elicit a small smile from him. What an endearing creature you are - keep being this cute and he might never want to let you go.

#NAHIDA

"You're a human, aren't you? What happened to you when you came here?" True to her title as the God of Wisdom, Nahida knew who you are the moment she saw your confused self floating just outside the Sanctuary of Surasthana. You wish that you could properly answer her, but you only let out a small whimper in response before squeezing yourself inside her confinement and plopping yourself in her welcoming arms.

She tries to comfort you as best as she could, hoping that her profound yet kind words are able to soothe your frazzled mind. Her touch is gentle as she pets you, and her doe-like eyes gleam with the childlike innocence that instantly puts you at ease.

Nahida could sympathise with your predicament. Suddenly being born in this world with no direction to go off of, the only thing on your mind being survival. She warms up to you immediately due to your special connection and would tell you the tales of old to keep you entertained in her solitary home.

She appreciates your company in the Sanctuary the scholars basically imprisoned her in and would always remind you what a blessing you are to her. She can't physically go outside, so you took it upon yourself to venture out on your own and return with trinkets from the outside world for her. She would accept every single of your presents with a smile, saying what a kind seelie you are.

Nahida likes to hold you. You figured that she must have never had genuine physical contact with anyone but you, and this thought compels you to immediately go to her whenever she calls you over.

Sometimes, she would accompany you outside by taking over Katheryne. She'd explore Sumeru City with you, and play around when the two of you are far away from curious and prying eyes.

Nahida actually knows a way for you to regain your human form - but by telling you, she might not be able to spend time with you like when you're still a seelie. So for now, until she has satiated her selfish desires, she'll keep it a secret from you.

#NILOU

Nilou is charmed the moment she sees you in the audience, cutely bobbing along with the music. She has been told a thing or two about seelies by Aether and is a bit jealous that he has one willing to accompany him on his journey, as she would love to have an adorable companion of her own.

The fact that you've showed up means that you're drawn towards her dance, right? Perhaps if she gives this performance her all, she might be able to convince you to stay with her! She's unaware that your intentions align with hers; you've decided that out of the entire Sumeru cast, Nilou is the most approachable and reliable, making her your best bet at survival.

Nilou is happy that you didn't simply fly away at the end of her performance, and welcomes you with open arms when you approach her. She would try to get you to be friends with Aether's seelie, and even introduces you to Dunyarzad and Dehya.

Nilou adores you; you don't even have to do much to gain her approval. All you need to do is stay by her side and provide her with your moral support as she dances her way through the prejudice she's subjected under for pursuing a career in the creative arts.

Waking up in her arms every morning will become a staple. She thinks that your small and round form makes you the perfect cuddle buddy, and would always go to sleep with you trapped in her embrace. If she wakes up before you (which is often), she'd rouse you from your deep slumber with her affectionate kisses.

She's fine with you spending time with other people, but if you're away for too long, she'll start to get worried and may go looking for you herself like a mother searching for her lost child.

Nilou would later make a small personalised headdress for you with lotus patterns sown on the cloth. A soft giggle slips past her lips as she puts it on you, and when you twirl around to show it off, she claps whilst cheering you on. You're her precious little lotus, and Nilou swears that she'll never give you up to anyone even when her own life is on the line.

#TIGHNARI

Collei is the one who found you being chased by a horde of mutated mushrooms in Avidya Forest, and manages to save you from becoming monster chow. However, she's unable to care for you properly because of her affliction and leaves you in Tighnari's care.

Tighnari immediately recognises you as a seelie because he has seen a different coloured one following Aether around before, and he's quite happy to take you in. Although his expertise lies in botany, he's interested in learning more about your kind, unaware that you're originally a human the isekai god gave the crappiest luck to. He would later put a yellow flower accessory on you - the same one that he wears - so that the other rangers will know not to chase you out if they see you.

On one particular morning, he woke up to find you all nestled up in his fluffy tail. He didn't want to rouse you from your sleep but since he has work to do, he ended up curling his tail around you and got ready as quietly as he could. Tighnari would even let you sit in between his ears if you're tired, and when he's in a playful mood, he'd pretend that you're one of his Vijnana-Phala mines and try to sniff you; though the last time he did that, he got headbutted in the nose.

You'd sometimes come home balancing a basket of nilotpala lotuses on your head which you then gift to him. He would always accept them with a smile and if he's feeling particularly affectionate, he may reciprocate your gesture with a chaste kiss. The way you'd melt into a seelie puddle after receiving a kiss from him never fails to make him laugh.

Tighnari would spend time with you whenever he can. He'd take you out with him on his patrols and tell you all about the flora and fauna of Sumeru, as if he knows that you could understand him. If the two of you happen upon an area that is abundant in Sumeru roses, he'd sit down and weave a small flower crown out of them just for you.

He likes seeing you get along with Collei and the other rangers, and would entrust you to them whenever he has to deal with a Withering zone. He'd give the ranger tasked with taking care of you a complete guide on how to care for seelies before leaving; he has to make sure that you'll be in good hands.

Tighnari would often remind you to not mess around with his Vijnana-Phala mines. The hallucinations they induce might have a great negative effect on you, so safety first! Your curiosity got the better of you however, and you accidentally caused one of his mines to explode on you while he was out surveying an area in the forest. Imagine his surprise when he returned to discover that you had become a seelie puddle on the floor of his room, with a familiar green mist surrounding you. Letting out a muted sigh, he proceeded to sober you up by flicking what he assumed is your forehead multiple times.

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servicpop · 17 days

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✶ ﹑ㅤlate nights ﹏

NOW STARRING : hockey bf Suguru x male!reader

「ㅤNSFWㅤ」ㅤyour boyfriend can't help himself before the big game, he has some sort of jinx!

✙ warnings — thigh fucking, size difference, use of "prince," hand-job

notes ,, tbh I know nothing about hockey i just wanted to make an au with suguru that isn't just the normal jjk plot... / also this was inspired by Jinx manhwa... the sex jinx thing you know

1:00 AM

The room is cloaked in the silence of the night; the soft light of the moon filtered through the half-closed blinds casting gentle shadows across the walls. The air is still, filled with the faint scent of lavender from the nearby candle. On the bed, you and Suguru lay intertwined, your bodies molded together with you as the little spoon, and Suguru as the big spoon. The soft fabric of the sheets cocoones the both of you in warmth as you find solace in each other's embrace. At this point you're already fast asleep, lulled into a deep slumber as you lay in Suguru's arms. However, no matter how hard he tried to push the growing heat beside, he was kept awake from the raging boner he had.

With one arm wrapped around your waist while the other propped his head up, he watched your chest rise and fall steadily. You looked so peaceful. The pale hand placed on your waist snaked down to your thigh, caressing it slowly. "Hey, wake up, prince" He shook you awake gently, not wanting to jolt you awake but his saccharine, honeyed voice was enough to pull you back to sleep. A light hearted chuckle left his chest when he saw your sleepy eyes blink to conciousness, and the way your nose scrunched like a kitty was adorable to him.

Suguru's palm kept massaging your thigh as his breath tickled your neck, "I can't sleep," He whispered, groaning softly when his hips involuntarily grinded against your ass. It was an accident he swears, it wasn't his fault he couldn't sleep because of his erection... it didn't help how you were still half asleep, trying to process what was happening. You realised immediately when you felt something poke your back. "I'm tired..." you mumbled, your words barely reaching Suguru's ears. It was 1am, of course you'd be tired. "How about your thighs? I'll do all the work," you knew Suguru had a thing for your thighs, he would always squeeze and grope them any chance he got. He mentioned something about how it was the warmest and softest part of your body but you never really understood his rambles.

"You have a game tomorrow, Suguru," You scold but don't push away his grabby hands. You know about his "jinx" but to be honest it was most likely just an excuse to fuck you before games; it was probably a way for him to get rid of his stress. "I won't win if I don't feel you," He groaned, his fingers dipping in-between your thighs, trying to hoist them apart. At this point you let him, too overcome by your sleepiness to care.

The noise of fabric shuffling filled the otherwise quiet room as Suguru slots himself in between your thighs, pushing your plush flesh together to secure him. You could tell he enjoyed it as you heard a shaky and breathy moan from behind you. To be honest, you got off on it too, seeing the way his tip would peak out from in-between your thighs. You always knew he was big but it never failed to suprise you each time.

Slowly, Suguru moved his hips in a thrusting motion, drawing them away before pushing back in with a small noise of his skin making contact with yours. His breaths stuttered with each movement and his hands wandered up your shirt, caressing and feeling your stomach underneath his fingertips. Suguru wasn't extremely vocal but with the small grunts and huff he lets out when he's enjoying himself... drives your body insane and you can't help but grow aroused as well.

"You lonely?" Suguru chuckled, his hands moving down to the waistband of your pyjama pants. With a small mumble of 'there we go,' he slips off your pants, tossing them aside carelessly. He continues his thrusting, slipping his dick in-between your thighs rhythmically. With every thrust, you could feel Suguru's cock slip along the underside of yours. It was such a light feeling that it almost tickled. Suguru coos in your ear, whispering sweet nothings that barely register in your sleep-ridden brain. All you can focus on is his warm palm trailing to your cock. His hand clamps around you as he cradles it in his hand for a bit, allowing you to really feel the warmth from his hand. God you were already leaking. "Hah... feels good Sugu'"

"Does it now?" he hums in a sickeningly sweet and innocent tone, but the way his hands pumped your cock was far from innocent. His movements get faster, his hips went from slow and calculated thrusts to slamming his hips against the back of your thighs, chasing his pleasure alongside with your own. Both his hand and his dick sliding in between your thighs made whimpers slip out your lips. Suguru uses his other hand to hold you close to him, pressing his palm flat against your stomach to push you flush against his body.

"Gonna come," he grunts, his voice getting louder and more raspy as he keeps thrusting. The hand wrapped around your cock was still pumping with vigour, like he wanted you to lose yourself with him. Your voice wavers as moans flow out of your throat — Suguru's hands are way too skilled for their own good. You feel a knot forming in your stomach and your cock twitches in Suguru's hand. Your tip is so red its practically begging for him to have mercy but he doesn't stop. He wants to see your pleasure as much as he wants to feel you. Suguru's voice breaks slightly as he groans, white spurting out of his dick and coating your thighs as well as the sheets. He keeps pumping his hand until he feels you pulse and twitch before you come, "Mm... good boy, yeah just like that."

With a few more slow thrusts, Suguru finally stopped. He wrapped his arms around you in a bear hug-like way, letting his face fall into the crook of your neck. He littered kisses all over your cheek and your jawline before speaking, "I'll do well tomorrow, thanks prince," Suguru chuckled softly, letting his eyes close while he settled down with you to catch up on the sleep he missed beforehand.

♡ little gift — X nsfw video that inspired this !!

a/n : this was meant to be an oc fic but decided I wanted it to be suguru...

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shooting-love-arrows · 5 months

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A villian yandere? Not like those cartoon villian but the one that actually make the reader feel fearful, not because the villian is physicaly scary or something but the villian is so cunning, sly and manipulative like the knave from genshin or fyodor from bsd

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄! 𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐍

PAIRING: 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝐕𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧 x reader (gender not mentioned/specified/implied) TW. manipulation, isolation, holding reader against her will, stockholm syndrome, dark yandere, flag so red my eyes hurts, unhinge, yandere behavior. A/N: Inspired by manhwas I've read so far. I'm on a roll guys. I didn't expect it to be this long too but man, he's one crazy creation.

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Who isolates you to the point of insanity. It is widely known humans are social creatures and we need social interactions. However, 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝐕𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧 used this fact to his advantage. Knowing that after a while people go mad when they don’t interact with other people, he decided to do just that. At first his manipulation is subtle: hidden suggestions about who is right to hand with and who's not. Little yet meaningful words weaved between innocent sentences. Then when he saw his tactics working, he began to get bolder. As the group of people becomes smaller (thanks to him) 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝐕𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧 starts to outwardly say they aren't people you should associate with. They are a bad influence and did you know they said this and that behind your back? Real friends don’t do that! He doesn’t do that! That's when comments about how you don't need anyone but him, who always stays by your side and was right about what he told you, each and every time. Your family isn't safe from his doings either. He never fails to drive you away from them. Suddenly they are people who lead you on and make a fool out of you. A black sheep of the family. You just had to see! Before you know it, you are completely alone with only him to talk and listen to.

"I'm just looking out for you like a best friend should be doing." 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝐕𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧 wanted to vomit when he said those two, blasted words.

Who snaps and ends up locking you up. Now that you're completed isolated and you happen to start living with him, he locks you up. In a bedroom with a bathroom attached who only has necessities and nothing you could harm yourself with. You can bang, scratch and kick at the door all you want but those doors won't budge. 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝐕𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧 is fully prepared. Those doors were expensive but it was worth it. Those locks could be opened by him and the material it was made of could not be so easily destroyed without certain tools you didn’t have. And you're yelling, begging and crying? It is like music to his ears. He'll often sit at the door and listen to you, basking in your voice, and when you're quiet (either pass out from exhaustion or too tired to continue), he'll pick up from where he ended the last time, manipulating you again. His sentences are repetitive and he wants to drill those into your head. He'll tell you how no one is looking for you, how he's all you need, how he'll take care of you and so on...

"Those people want to hurt you. I am doing this for your own good. If you want, I can bring you something? I was thinkng about tamagochi! They are so cut, aren't they?"

Who has to show you some tough love. 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝐕𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧 didn’t expect you to realize just how much he loves you. That’s why he tried to be an understanding partner and be forgiving towards your rash and childish tantrums. But he has his limits too. For example, he notices how you don't eat meals he oh so lovingly has prepared for you. If you don’t want to eat, then he won’t force you. He just doesn't bring you food for the next 2-3 days. Only water. And on the fourth day, he'll bring you a proper meal again. Of course, like he expected, you ate it all. See? It’s not hard to act your age. You don’t see it but 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝐕𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧 smiled in glee when he saw an empty plate. It's a good sign!

"I'm relieved you like the food I prepared for you. I cooked it for the first time but when I saw the recipe I knew you'd like it."

Who you grow to not only fear and love. He is your captor, the one who took away your freedom and cut all ties with society, who manipulates you and ends up breaking you. Who you feared, despised and cursed like he was the source of all evil. But the longer you stayed in the little room that became your whole world, the lines between hater and love began to blurr. Not that you realized it. At some point something switched in your brain and although you feared him, you began to ponder over his words. Maybe he's right? After this period of time, no one ended up looking for you. No one cared enough to do so. And you do only have him. He always makes time for you, brings you delicious meals, and sometimes even gifts you a little trinkets when you act good. Not to mention you live in a nice bedroom with a bathroom too. He never touched you without your consent or forced you to do anything. You could make a choice to bathe whenever you want, pick one of the books he brought you and read and so on. Your brain was suggesting that he is a caring best friend who takes care of you and protects you from all those monserts that want to hurt and bring you down. Soon enough his actions made your heart speed up.

"I knew you'll love me..." 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝐕𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧 teared up when he heard your confession. It was worth the waiting becaouse now he can bulit a perfect life he always imagined having with you. "I love too. So, so, so much sometimes it hurts."

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pieroulette · 11 months

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Did I, A Side Character Became the Male Lead's Wife?!

2023 | 13+ | ONESHOT | YANG JUNGWON × READER | -> PART 2

SUMMARY you — a side character in a royal novel doing absolutely nothing but enjoy your rich ass yet boring life, only watching over the female lead and doing your job in protecting her, only for a pair of kittenish eyes to fall not upon the female lead but on you, unfortunately.

AUTHOR'S NOTE not me writing a whole ass oneshot at 5am bcs of that sweet ask from that one anon, imma name u serotonin dopamine anon lmao- and jungwon bae u r truly my muse.. also inspired by sum manhwas cuz I binge read 90+ chapters in less than a day 💀💀💀 plus happy 900+ followers for me <333 mom wake up I'm famous even tho I'll never let u know what my secret writing blog is about 😊😊

a side character, how cute?

well, you only came to know of this very horrible (not really) fact that you're nothing close to a main character's vibes cause look at you babe, where's the sparkling shiny starry dust on you as you walked through the red carpet at the ball?

and did they even spare a glance at you? unfortunately, nope. because the female lead, Liz; was your enemy, at least in how your character was written in the novel by the goddamn author which was you.

yes, that's right!

you, a hella introverted author dwelling in the deepest corner of her room doing nothing but spent an ungodly amount of hours creating the perfect and enchanting characters after crying for major character death of a fic a few years ago. wiping your dripping tears off your cheeks in a comical way as you pull open your laptop and risk your 20/20 vision for life, just so you can reverse the aching pain in your chest that you wore a thick ass glasses now.

Liz, the female lead. Swooning over her was your religion, throwing not one but a ten whole buckets explaining how perfect she was—or how tremendously kind she was, delicate and utterly sweet. patting yourself on the back for creating such a goddess of a character, so it's only wise for you to give her a fitting male lead, right? Okay we'll talk about that later since it's about you right now.

So how did you end up in your novel? Well, because of one fateful day of you doing absolutely nothing but taking a goddamn rest, and whoever the god in heaven that just randomly decided to throw you in the novel you wrote yourself—must be utterly insane. Perfect indeed!

it took you a humongous realisation to see yourself in a dark green puffy dress that represents jealousy, envy, and betrayal—which also represents the side character standing behind the female lead on the thick cover of your book. you've originally written her as that wicked best friend that uses her seductive way of speech to seduce men, and at last turning her back at the female lead by accusing her of a horrendous crime.

her fatal fate consists of her head being snapped by the guillotine, unfortunately. but for you, not really, cause you are so in for destroying wicked characters but jokes on you—you're now in the body of that character.

pfft, can't the gods put you in a character that lives near the sea, with your straw hat on and as you drank your lemon juice away from the public drama, angsty dialogues, cringe moments you yourself have created because you don't have atleast an ounce of social skills that's why you pour it all on your characters.

"oh my apologies, milady— pfft—" three ladies sticking with each other like a super glue, had thrown the glass of wine on the female lead's gown—earning a series of gasps from everyone who saw but you were sure won't pay an ounce of consideration towards her as you had written almost everyone in this novel as "the world against the weak, fragile character."

oh, right. the hyena laughters of those you describe in episode 3 of "the flashy ball"; the three evil sisters, because why not? they added the extra spices in your tongue to the point you couldn't wait for them to get slap by the female lead or possibly someone.

ah, the tremendous satisfaction.

and you were one of that person whose hands itching to smash their skull apart, you cringed enormously at them as they were the ones that brought total trouble wherever they went or whoever are unlucky enough to get in their way. unfortunately, you seal your female lead's fate with them as she need some little obstacles, doesn't she?

you as hell were not sure what you're supposed to do, whether to just let things happen as the story goes or you do the male lead's job in protecting the female lead cause you have no idea why is he taking such a long time to appear, when he should've made his grand entrance at the freaking introduction?

and you wrote it that way cause you got fed up with male leads making their first appearance at the ball, and somehow quickly gaining the female lead's heart like Cinderella cause dear lord where's the slow burn?

just say, you're a conservative grandma type of a mindset or that you are skeptical over love at first sight. yep, you're right. that's why you ain't gonna let your precious female lead get bullied in front of your very eyes. she's like your granddaughter right now, seriously.

a shriek echoed through the entire ball, gaining everyone's attention. "oh my god! my dress! you— lady Liz! who did you even brought with you?!"

oh right, you forgot it's your first time at the ball either. "my apologies, milady. it's just that i saw a bunch of hyenas roaming around.." you rubbed the back of your neck.

"hyenas?! guards—"

"chill, what's the commotion here?" a bright dashing blonde haired man in a red royal suit came around, with sets of stars dusting upon his form which you already realise to be part of the main characters but unfortunately you forgot. you ain't having that extra superhuman memory just because you are an author.

the bunch of hyenas before you reasoned with the prince, but you slowly realise that the prince was none other than Prince Jake. Inspired by that one puppy image idol from fourth generation of kpop, you were apparently slurping your noodles in the local restaurant when you watched him imitating a dog from the tv, causing you to choke on your noodles.

it's safe to say, he's hot enough that he had to be part of your main characters. aah, that signature dashing smile of his as he defended the female lead with his wisely chosen string of words which immediately melted everyone's heart at sight.

times like this you wish you were actually the female lead, but the logical side of you beg to differ; you are not emotionally capable of spewing cringy romantic words for that's only reserved for writing. So thank you, i'll pass.

Surely, Prince Jake ain't the male lead for your precious female lead but you just let them converse with each other despite her with her absolute kindness, urging you to talk with them too, atleast a word. it sort of felt for a moment like she was trying to match you with the prince.

like no please, you'd rather not to. hot guys are hot, but they're not worth the emotional investment past the fangirling section.

plus the prince doesn't seem interested you as he doesn't spare not even one look at you which obviously you couldn't care any less, you sneakily went out the ball after a series of mishaps—for example your heavy puffy ass gown with its sole purpose to only look pretty but the reality ain't that pretty to say the least, panting like a dog as you took each step towards the entrance all while cussing yourself for ignoring your logical part of brain that you shouldn't have been adding humongous useless words to describe the gown just to make it sound extremely pleasing to the readers.

now you're the one to bear the consequences of your own writing, the fuck.

"one! two!—" a long, long, depressing sigh echoes. "three! ah!—" consequently falling upon your face, what a perfect day indeed. you just wanted to go home, tuck yourself in your comforting blanket, eat your hot cup of ramen or indulge yourself in the sea of chocolate while daydreaming of your favourite idols and fictional characters.

not this awful disaster of you getting tangled in the courts' affairs.

"i suppose, you need help, milady?"

oh no, certainly not. don't call me milady, pretend i do not exist for i certainly do not have the social skills to pretend that i like you, or form a decent conversation especially with men.

"milady?"

you curled yourself, burying your head into the comfort of your gowns. wondering quite a bit of how odd you look in the middle of the hallway.

"milady?" his voice-like whisper came closer, obviously standing beside you right now. "are you okay?"

fuck it. "please, i beg of you to kindly leave me alone as my day has been utterly ruined and—" oh wait, he seems oddly familiar. those lush fluffy hair and kittenish orbs that only softens among those he were close enough.

prince jungwon.

oh! the male lead, oh my god! your jaw hang so low it fell on the ground, your eyes sparkled in dozens of star like universe as you took in his marvelous beauty that you had spent creating meticulously after studying all the '101 rules of how to create the perfect male lead that had the readers heart evaporating & a huge ass green forest that certainly would cause blazing flames'.

"oh my god! you look absolutely gorgeous, i've done it really well didn't i?! oh my god!"

"o-oh—! absolutely, you did well!" he immediately replied back, pressing his lips tight nervously.

wait what? what did he say? oh shit, oh well, covering your mouth instantly as you accidentally let it out before the prince, your precious male lead that you solely created for the female lead. "i—.."

the prince, your very precious character—obviously taken aback with a slight blush dusting of his adorable cheeks as he raise his fist up to his lips, coughing a couple of seconds. a personality trait you very well are familiar of cause that's how you wrote him when he fall in love with the female lead.

your eyes ogled out at that familiar sight, screaming at the back of your mind—wait, wait! you're not supposed to fall in love with me, you idiot! go back! go inside the ball, she's inside there!

"that's oddly brave of you, milady. i'd certainly go as far as to say that i've never seen such traits from a lady." kitten eyes softening at you, crouching down as he lend both of his hands for you. you raised your eyebrow confusingly at what is he trying to pull at but you realise he was intending to get you up.

"u-uhm? uh, sorry. i could get up on my own, actually." yeah, that's what you did. pushing yourself back up despite his protests because you ain't gonna let him fall any further for you, nah uh, not in this life, your mission is to get him and your female lead together inside the frames of birds holding flower wreaths as they went on to their happily ever after.

not with you!

"may i have the honour to know your name, though, milady?" why the fuck isn't he leaving, what is there so interesting in you that he is still standing here asking you such generic questions.

you shouldn't be having the characters attention on you as you obviously wrote it that way, and that even though your character in the novel had tried to get the prince's heart, despite resorting to foul actions, that he never truly had been attracted to her despite this characters' seductive aura.

for you squealed so loud at the scene you wrote, with jungwon putting her in her place. "you are not her, and you would never be her." along with the bunch of your readers hosting a flamboyant celebration under the comments, screaming over how loyal he was.

so what in the actual fuck is this?

"you don't need my name." you nonchalantly answered.

"my apologies?"

"you see, my best friend is in the ball—" you gestured your hands to the entrance of the ballroom, "and she needs your help more than i do."

"wait? why would she need my help?" his eyebrows knitted together in utter confusion as you pushed him through his back.

"of course, she do! don't ask anything!"

"wait!— my name is!" he forcefully turn to face you again, but you immediately covered his mouth with your hands—kabedonning him against the wall.

an excruciating silence occured between you two in the silent hallway, Jungwon freezing to his core when your other hand shoot beside his head.

"listen i don't need your name, dear sir." you emphasise each word, you certainly don't need to know his name nor his status as a prince, not wanting to risk any possible connection with him judging by how he acted before you just now.

"b-but!" his words were muffled into the void as you cupped his mouth tighter.

"shh, shh. stop talking and listen, will you?!"

jungwon nodded slowly, what an odd situation he was in right now, he thought. but somehow he likes it.

"so first step, is go inside the ballroom. second, look for the lady in pink gown, and third—"

"t-third?"

"third is tell her your name! my best friend needs it more than i do!" you release him from your grasp as you went to swing open the huge double door, "now go!" waving a goodbye before kicking his body through the entrance, pulling the door back with your entire strength despite his protests.

oh of course, you finally let out a gag after suppressing it in front of him the entire time as you've never had a proper conversation with a male without stuttering, somewhat a sad tragedy for you, unfortunately. you felt quite guilty about your readers who swoon over the romances you wrote between your leads, weeping over how you're so good at it—not knowing you're a complete introvert with only a gigantic ass dictionary with you.

finally, the male lead and female lead's romances are about to start! you squealed with your hands clasping as you went on your way to the carriage, gesturing for the rider to embark on the way to your heavenly puffy manor with the widest big grin ever that it had him questioning you, "has any gentleman had caught your heart, milady? a couple of hours ago, you were often beyond distraught to attend the ball but insisted when you heard Lady Liz was going."

"oh, you silly." you giggled as you swayed your hand, "of course, that's one of the reasons. but there's another one.."

"may i ask what is it, then?"

you leaned in closer, urging him to get closer as you whispered. "i got the chance to become a Cupid!"

"a Cupid?" you squealed before the old man, hopping like a child for quite awhile before flying into the carriage much to his surprise, but only shook his head in amusement—appalled by how his mistress had changed so much.

"so?" you couldn't help yourself from pulling out the widest eccentric grin at the female lead, extremely curious and ecstatic over what romances had bloom between her and Jungwon.

Liz raises her eyebrow in confusion, "so?.. what do you mean, milady?"

you shrugged, falling back to your seat as you raise your eyebrow in a comical way, "that.." whispering ever so seductively, "prince."

"p-prince?

"yes!" the teacup rattles at your excitement oozing so much that you tapped the table a couple of times. "what happen? what's the tea~"

she lets out a soft giggle, a bit amused by your excitement. "i have no idea what you're trying to imply, milady."

"wait? what are you saying? didn't the prince went to you last night?"

Liz shook her head slowly, her expressions clearly stating that she absolutely don't know what and who you were talking about as a smile pulled up on her lips once again, taking a few sip from her teacup.

veins popped out from your neck as it dawned on you, your head snapped towards the castle on top of the mountain, you stupid of a prince! you cussed at him endlessly at the back of your mind, tightening your fist as your ears and nose fuming in anger. how dare he? he didn't listen to you at all? what in the actual fuck? would this somehow divert the original route? a dozen question arise into your mind one after another, causing you to let out an exaggerated sigh.

facepalming yourself as you imagined the imaginary heavenly light on top of you, weeping to yourself about how tremendously unlucky you are to have a hard headed male lead. it's impossible, you have never added a trait so irritating like this in his profile so how could this happen?

"milady?" the gentle voice of your precious female lead pulled you out of your inner desperation, you leaned in closer, whining so much over how unlucky you were and such, the rest only being in your mind as you pouted.

"ah, i remember now, the prince—"

"WHAT?—" you immediately seated yourself after giving her a potential heart attack, "my apologies, what did you actually.. remember?"

"i assume you were talking about the prince from yesterday? prince jake?"

"no not that bitch— oh certainly not him, ehem.." you took a couple of exaggerated coughs, avoiding her evident confusion. "isn't there a prince.. name jungwon with you that night?"

"oh my goodness! right! prince jungwon!" she shook her head in disbelief with her finger on her head.

right, how did you even forgot that the female lead in front of you had a "weak ass memory" in her profile description. tsk tsk, truly a forgetful author you are. you should be trying your best to remember the things you wrote before and revise it as best as you can, to avoid any possible problems in the future, atleast.

"right, how did i even forget, the prince asked me for your name, milady—"

"huh?" you look at her with confusion, as you were out of reality a couple of seconds ago. your orbs terribly widened as her words slowly sinking in to your brain. "HUH?"

ask your name?! why your name, why not hers?! what did the prince ate that night before stumbling onto your way that he had to ask for your name before the female lead—his own lover?!

laughing awkwardly, you raise your leg on top of another as you nervously swayed your hands repeatedly. "oh dear, oh dear. you might have heard it wrong, the prince?—" snorting outloud as you gestured to yourself, "asking for my name? what a funny news!"

"i didn't, milady. the prince came to me and asked me for your name, as he was immensely curious of who you are so i—"

"so what?—" you can't believe this, you really can't bring yourself to believe any words she was uttering. you should have been bestowed by the news that the prince had taken an interest in her, a hand in marriage, or anything, anything as long as you're out of the picture! "y-you didn't tell him my name, d-didn't you?"

"of course, i did!" exclaimed she did with the widest grin ever.

why are you so freaking happy over this?! clasping your head in your hands as you tragically fall on your knees causing the lady to gasp in shock, ushering to your side to get you up.

"milady?! what's wrong?"

"d-dear," you pouted as you look up to her, "you didn't tell him where my manor's at, r-right?"

she simply replied, "i did? the prince informed me that he's going to send a letter for you to be his partner to the ball."

an imaginary arrow struck back to your heart, forming a humongous hole that threatens to give you a panic attack. what? what in the actual fuck? did you accidentally did something to divert the original story you yourself created? but you didn't even do anything! you tried to do your best to keep the interaction with him as short as possible and he dared to take an interest in you?!

"milady, a letter from the royal palace had arrived for you."

"discard it. throw it. keep it away from my sight."

"milady?!" Liz and the head of the maid exclaimed in utter shock at your nonchalant answer.

"forget about it, forget about it." you clasped your forehead in utter disappointment, yet your brain were creating another plan b for this unexpected turn of events. what should you do? even more so, what would you do now that the prince had asked for you to be by his side to the ballroom?

this won't do, you won't let this happen—you had to look as unattractive and ugly as possible for him to cringe on and finally divert his attention back to the rightfully person who deserved it; the female lead.

your maids could only fall apart every single time you pluck out the enchanting gems they attached on your hair, ears and wrists. their efforts deemed futile as always as you had no mood for any sort of events, it was like a slap to their face as you initially weren't like this. you overheard them that they couldn't get used to how you were adamant in staying behind the spotlight as you often did your very best in dressing yourself up before, with the sole intention of gaining the favour of men and even more better, a prince.

of course, they are totally oblivious to your real identity. only a series of jaw gaping one after another with your change of character, at first—you had a dilemma over whether you should act like the character you created but you later scrap the idea as soon as the anxiety of being engulfed in the crowd suffocated your chest. opting to avoid as many as balls or public events as possible, but that obviously didn't work out that well since you heard of the female lead's arrival from the country side—just like you intended it to be.

and being the proud mother (writer) you are, of course why wouldn't you take one single look at her and see of how far she had came? but alas, one interaction leads to another one and so on—till finally, you became her best friend throughout her entire journey. waiting for the male lead's arrival, and watch their romances blooming and per se—but oh well, look at the situation you were in right now; total disaster.

you truly despise being in such an extravagant puffy gown and the numerous accessories hugging your skin, it's tremendously uncomfortable that you wanted to rip it off part in front of the prince standing before you right now, and right here.

asking for your hand to dance with that odd kittenish smile, that you swore you had never ever written in his personality profile; he should never have been this casual and chill over a person he had just met. he should've been cold as fuck, icy to touch, and a spiralling disaster if you dare to talk to him, so why?

plus how could he have taken an interest in you? you couldn't possibly have added a dose of the love at first sight trope, didn't you? you despised that trope to your very core.

"milady? may i?" he extended his hand before you, patiently waiting for your answer.

you had decided that you're going to reject him quick and efficient—just like the local fast food restaurant your mouth kept drooling over for, smashing a five star review for their inhuman speedy delivery.

"you see, prince jungwon. i have no desire to have a connection with you, a relationship, as a matter of fact."

he raised his eyebrow, seemingly unfazed by your bold words. "i'm curious milady, why so? have i done something that perhaps had annoyed you?"

cliché question, you loathe that. "what if i said you did?"

"then tell me, milady. i'll try my hardest to own up to you—" he took a steps forward, which causes you to immediately step back as well with a frown on your face. you can't, not in this life, to even give him a single chance to get close to you. nah uh.

"no need, and stay one meter apart, please." you pointed your index finger towards the floor and he hesitated, but complied immediately.

"i." you raise your index finger back to yourself and then at him, "don't like you. do you understand?"

"b-but?"

"stop questioning me, prince jungwon." you stayed firm in your spot, "i believe it's a common decency to step back when a lady had voiced out her opinion, a prince like you certainly would understand, am i right?"

Jungwon was clearly taken aback, the fact that you didn't give him a single chance to utter a word nor take a step closer was a hard punch to his face. It feels as if he was trying to reach for you, but you efficiently dodged it with ease. It kind of.. annoys him.

"base on how you didn't say anything anymore, i assumed we're done here! well then, goodbye prince jungwon." you turned your heels towards the entrance, not bothering to waste any time at this goddamn ball. "i hope this will be the very last." you scoffed inside your mind, eager for the story to return to it's original route, and that the prince would soon deem you useless and such—returning to the female lead's arms.

hm, now where's your precious female lead? she should've appeared right now and right here, strike the pot while it's hot!

"i'm afraid i can't back down that easily, milady." jungwon took a few steps forward, wrapping his hand round your wrist as he spun you around to face his eyes filled with blazing determination. one that you specifically added on top of his profile so that your readers would kept it in mind.

your breath hitched down your throat as you remembered there's only two reasons he could have this; one that reminds you when he was at war, shouting at the top of his voice to encourage his soldiers as they push through the enemies, and another reason of it appearing is when he have to get what he wanted, or else all hell will break loose, chaos will ensue.

right, you're truly an idiot. staying a few years in this novel without any memories, and only for it to surface back when you stumble upon the library—dozens of books flickering a series of eccentric images in your mind. It had cause you to lose all memories of important details, only emerging everytime you are presented with a situation you couldn't comprehend. such as when you forgot that the female lead had memory problems and such.

"i'll only present this choices to you, milady. since you tremendously intrigued me over how well spoken you were and fascinating indeed—" bitch, you don't even know how you had the sudden ability to confront him but you were just sure as hell that you don't want to ruin your own novel. no fucking way.

you can't let him have the upper hand on you.

"let me go." irritated to your core, you tried untangle Jungwon's tight grasp on your wrist but he won't budge even an inch which only had you fuming in anger. "i said let me go, bitch!"

the crowd emits a series of gasps and murmurs as you spun around—twisting the prince's arms which had him yelping in pain, and ultimately pinning him onto the ground. with rage consuming you that nothing was going in your way, you slammed your hands on the both side of his head. clenching your jaw and gritting your teeth as you emphasised each word. "you are one a dumb hell of a bitch, when i said i do not want to see you anymore. i mean it. so—"

"so what?" his smug look resurfaces, one that emerges whenever he was being challenged. yes, do that! he should despise you, not take an interest in you! he should loathe you so much that he can't even gaze at you for a second. excitement surged through your veins as you open your mouth, preparing for the last blow.

"so, get lost. just because you're a prince doesn't mean every girl would fall for you, idiot."

an even more louder gasp emits from the crowd as they clearly heard what you said, their jaw gaping and some covering their mouths with their hands as their mind are now bombarded with random questions over how exceedingly brave you are to insult the royal prince, and of what fate will you met now that you've done such an atrocious act.

a low giggle sent shivers down your spine, and goosebumps to riled over your neck as you realise the prince under you had the widest smirk on his face. you frowned deeply, he shouldn't be smirking! he should be fuming in anger and throwing you out of the palace at this moment. so why?!...

"oh milady, how truly fascinating you are." you let out a loud yelp when he grabbed both of your wrists, pulling you closer to his face—a dangerous close proximity against his fluttering eyelashes and lips that your breath caught up in your throat which causes your cheeks to heated up in embarrassment of what kind of position you two were in right now. "i like you, you would certainly be a perfect fit to be by my side."

"what?!" you exclaimed, jaws dropping and eyes about to pop out at his very words. "i don't want to be by your side—"

"a lady like you, i'm afraid to say, intrigues me very much..." Jungwon shots a kittenish wink right through your heart. "be my wife, milady. i'll show you how good I can be for you."

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serpentpatrol · 4 months

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Astro Observation: Leo ♌ Part 1

🔎Discretion: consider zodiac signs, aspects, and placements in a birth chart as a map of the soul, it gives you direction on how to recognize its influence or impact within you, as the saying goes: "the stars impels; they don't compel". These observations also depends on degrees, houses, aspects to planets and mostly the free will of the person. Your birth chart gives you information about the pattern of how your energy plays out in the universe but in the end it's your own free will which is the one that decides on how to manage the energy.

Webtoon/Manhwa: The Remarried Empress/The Second Marriage

🦁 Leo placements (venus, moon, mars, leo in 5th house, aura in leo, leo rising, etc) have this Emperor/Empress or King/Queen presence in how they carry themselves with dignity or pride and confidence. They exudes regal and rich vibrance which cannot be easily disrespected, they would still stand tall with strong pride like the packs of lion/tigers/jaguars. This reminds me as well of Jason Momoa, he definitely looks like a Lion, King of the Jungle 👇🏻🔥

🦁 Leos placements are warm-hearted people and they love to generously give extravagance/high quality gifts or host parties to celebrate, nothing is small from what they do towards themselves and to others, it would be grand like a King or Queen celebrate annual imperial events.

🦁 Leos are the fixed fire people, so their spirit are fierce and lively (depends on their moon signs, it could vary) but most of them have strong presence so everywhere they go, people would notice them. They have leadership quality too so they could help others or groups by giving inspirative examples from whatever that they are doing. Since the Sun is their planet ruler, Sun could also symbolized as clear willpower, this could be a good inspiration for others to follow and to pridefully express their own personal identity. From my personally POV, "Being unapologetically myself and I stand proud of it!!!" would be the right motto for these Leos.

🦁 Theme song for Leo placements (Leo Rising, Leo in 10th House, Leo MC, Leo Mars, Leo Venus) that I kept visualizing is "Fresh Out The Oven" from JLO (a Leo Woman). From my perspective, having alll those gold jewelleries she wore from earrings, necklace, bracelets, the outfit and shoes, and the nails art too were very typical Leo fashion style. Two other examples of Leo woman I know who both have Leo Sun and Leo Moon (basically Leo Stellium) are Evis Xheneti (Munky's wife, Munky is the bassist from KoRn music group) and Cinta Laura Kiehl (an Indonesian Actress/Music Artist/Philanthropist).

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🦁 Leo women I noticed have this sharp fingernails 'claws' and they could have strong arms when physically fighting with someone else, even though the hands or fingers may seem soft but they still have that strong tiger like strength.

🦁 Besides the claws, LOOK AT THE JAWLINE, SO PROMINENT, SO SHARP IT COULD SLICE YOU LIKE A SHARP KNIFE LOL 🔥🔪. I notice Leo women have strong or prominent jawline, and if they could or like to dress themselves and do make up, they would look like cover models, literally all Leo women. But Leo men, they would look primal (the vibe mostly) in every occassion (formal or non-formal) like Viking soldiers or Genghis Khan, or even like those men who wore war outfits.

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dovithedarklord · 5 months

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Stucked

You're trapped in a game and a new threat is lurking.

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Pairing: John "Soap" MacTavish x reader

Tags: Mentions of death, Mentions of blood and gore, Blood and Violence, Sexual Scenes, Alternate Universe, No use of Y/N, Not Beta Read, AFAB Reader

Trigger Warning: Contains violence, blood and smut in detail. Please, keep that in mind!

⚠️MDNI⚠️

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Author's Note

This idea came to me while I was running and I had to write it down.

Just a short story that will have a sequel, I guess.

The story is inspired by this manhwa: https://cloudrecess.io/manga/dreadful-night

If you can, read it, it's great!

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You stare out of the car window with glassy eyes, and although it's not the first time that the lush green of the forest bathed in the light of the setting sun slips by on the horizon, it still manages to put the tension back into your stomach every single time. The peace out there could lull anyone into a false sense of security. But not you. It can't fool you anymore.

The same female voice comes from the radio, and you already know every single word of that damned song by heart. But even if you would show your displeasure, even if your companion sitting in the passenger seat would look for another radio station, the next time still the same godforsaken music would be playing. This is the background noise every time you return to the starting point, and it has almost become a habit that this melodic introduction starts your suffering all over again.

At first, as you woke up from your slumber in the back seat, the unfamiliar surroundings made you feel as though the vague world of your dreams had bled into reality, and now you found yourself in some bizarre fairy tale. But this is the twenty-second time that you come to your senses in the vehicle moving down the bumpy forest road, and you slowly start to get used to the stomach-turning cheerfulness repeated in a loop, which welcomes you every single time. And it was enough for you to feel the metallic taste of the blood filling your mouth once, and find yourself here again after feeling the icy pain of the knife slitting your throat, to understand that you are not in reality. Although the rough material for your jeans under your fingers, the floral scent of the perfume in the car, and the bitter taste of stomach acid creeping into your mouth seem perfectly real, just like the agony of your latest death, but you've learned that it's all just an appearance. An illusion. In which you have been imprisoned for weeks, and for exactly that long you are forced to die again and again, because you won't escape until you finally find the way out at the end of the mysteries that keep multiplying.

You don't know how you got here, but that doesn't matter anymore. The important thing is that you’re stuck in a game, and you have to find out how to get out of it before this madness consumes the last shred of your sanity.

A loud laughter comes from the front, the blonde girl sitting behind the wheel recounts with a grin, how her ex-boyfriend tried to perform an erotic dance to this song, and how it ended in a late-night visit to the ER. Pam is that typical obligatory extroverted character, whose only role in such games is to be brutally murdered when she's about to get naughty with someone. She's a nice but stupid girl, and it's not her fault that whoever created her intended her to have this tragic end.

Rebecca, your other companion, who only laughs at Pam's story while sitting in the passenger seat, shily hides the blush rising on her face with her hand. And although she's a charming girl, you've seen her bloody corpse too many times for you to remember her blank, worldless eyes and her pale mouth frozen in an eternal scream instead of her radiant smile. She is the first to die. Always. And you might have felt sorry for her in the beginning, but you no longer have the strength to have compassion for someone who only exists in this nightmarish world.

As soon as the outline of the homey cabin appears at the end of the road, the foreboding appears in you like a familiar friend, which slowly closes your insides in an iron grip, as if the pull of the stress that awakens in your veins would help anything. After all, it always ends the same. You search for a clue, you die and you end up here. And the only thing that keeps you from going crazy is the faint hope that the more secrets you uncover in this goddamn purgatory, the closer you get to the exit. Maybe.

The car slows to a stop in front of the location of your late autumn vacation, and the two girls jump out of the car with excited laughter, arguing over who will occupy which guest room in the huge house. The same dialogue, the same room layout, the same ear-splitting giggles from Pam's mouth that remind you of her screams cutting through the silence of the night, as she gets gutted like a trapped deer. You've seen her mangled body too many times for her laughter to revive the images of the delicate, wet glistening of her intestines, as the pale light of the moon surrounds her lifeless form on the cold wooden floor.

With a weary sigh, you grab your backpack resting next to you, mentally preparing in advance to once again suffer through the excruciating play that, like a prologue, leads up to the horrors that await you in the night. You list the thousand steps you have to take to find out where you are in the game, to discover if your previous death was in vain. Did you get a new puzzle that brings you closer to the finish line? Has another path been revealed for you to continue on, one that might finally take you back to the real world? Your chest hurts when you realize that you don't even remember what it was like to not live in this hell. With each passing night, the memory of reality floats further away, and the ghost of tears burns your eyes when you realize that even your real name sounds like a false fabrication in your brain. As if you never existed outside the confines of this dreadful place.

The door of the cabin opens with a loud creak, and this disturbs you from your thoughts that are spiraling into ever darker depths. And as a man appears on the doorstep, you almost taste the bitterness of anger on your tongue, because although anyone would be fooled by the wide grin on his face, anyone would be enchanted by those vivid blue eyes, and anyone would be swept off their feet by the playful friendliness he embraces your two traveling companions in his strong arms with as a greeting, but you already know him all too well. After all, Johnny has killed you at least eleven times, with the same sickly sweet smile on his curved lips, with which he now turns to you again.

"Bunny!" He beams, and you have to use all your strength to suppress the stomach acid rising in your throat from the nausea that fills you from the fake kindness emanating from him. "It's good to see ye again!" He pulls you into a tight hug, as you shamble to the small terrace, and as he presses you to his broad chest, his scent, which you would recognize from everywhere, creeps into your nose. The aroma of his cologne, the saltiness of his skin, and that smell that you couldn't quite place before. The smell of blood clings to him like a faint, barely perceptible phantom that only you can sense. You've witnessed it too many times.

"You too, Johnny." You reply, each word burning your tongue like poison, but that's the script. You have to get into this act because there's no point in resisting. The story progresses the same whether you oppose it or not. The weirder you act in their eyes, the more the game will punish you later. And so you lose the chance of finding that tiny crumb that might help you get closer to your escape.

And from this point on, time crawls on leaden legs, and you sit through the impromptu dinner with gritted teeth, which was made by the man for you, while he was waiting for you to arrive at his modest little shack. He invited you here to celebrate your birthday. Your birthday according to the game, that is. You remember your own more and more faintly, and this makes you fall into despair enough to drag yourself through the events with a forced smile, like a puppet being pulled on a string by an unknown hand.

Sometimes you have the stray thought that you might be stuck here forever, and that you are forced to fight again and again in an endless circle, without end, without hope. And this suddenly makes the food taste like ash, which you force into your mouth with automatic movements.

"Is somethin' wrong, hen?" Comes the worried question, and blinking in confusion, you look up from your plate to Johnny, who is eyeing you with his dark brows furrowed in worry, as if your behavior would really disturb him. And you just shake your head with practiced happiness, putting a faint smile on your lips that doesn't reach your eyes.

"No. Not at all. My stomach is just a little upset. But it'll pass." You explain, quickly gathering your faux, artificial cheerfulness, because you can't deviate from the story now. Tonight you might have a chance to discover where the last clue leads to, and you shouldn't attract any unnecessary attention if you want to continue your search later. Let everything go in its own way until the shit inevitably hits the fan. But you still have work to do before that. It's only a few hours. You just have to bear it for that long.

This seems to calm him, for in an instant the lines of doubt disappear from his features, to be replaced by that disgusting kindness. And you are already familiar with the barely visible glimmer in those beautiful eyes, which makes you feel like a startled little rabbit being cornered by a fox. Johnny is a threat wrapped in honeyed words and friendly smiles, which was able to lower your guard one too many times. And you paid the price of your carelessness every single time.

And when the whiskey bottle, which was brought out in your honor halfway through the dinner, is finally empty, and the cake, which the man so generously bought for you before he came here, has been eaten, then the essential part of the evening arrives. Rebecca's phone rings, and she hastily apologizes so that she can go out into the cool night and immerse herself in the argumentative conversation she is having with her boyfriend. And you almost start to feel sorry for her, that death finds while she tries to get her love life straight. She doesn't even notice how deep the forest swallows her in the middle of the fight, and she is easy prey in the desolate wildness of trees and bushes. After the first three times, you no longer go after her or try to save her. You can't protect either of them. They are all animals for slaughter in the eyes of the game.

Johnny also retires for the night, claiming that the alcohol has gone to his head, and wishing you a "good night" he goes upstairs to sleep. For a while, you believed that he was indeed sleeping every time, and you honestly fell for the innocent performance he gave you, when the corpse of one of your friends was found. You seriously wanted to believe that he wasn't a threat to you. But then he broke your neck as easily as a twig. You will never be naive enough to trust him again.

"What a pity that you can't fuck your friends." Pam sighs longingly, and she almost undresses the man walking up the stairs with her eyes, biting her lip as her gaze glides over his broad back hidden trapped in the tight shirt. There is no denying that Johnny is an attractive man. It's a shame he's so handsome and even knows it. But the most evil creatures tend to be the most beautiful. You have learned this well.

Finally, you are alone after Pam has also left to take a shower, and you can begin what every nerve fiber of yours has been screaming for for hours. You jump up with nimble movements and hurriedly head in the direction of the kitchen, dropping the feigned serenity from your face. Last time, you found a dirty, yellowed picture in the woodshed, which took a while to decipher, but then you realized where to look. As you enter the small room, you pull out the photo to hold it up in front of you, comparing it to the room bathed in the warm light coming from the living room. Although Johnny renovated this house, you can still easily find the wall where a refrigerator now rests, but based on the bright red circle in the photo, you have to look for the next clue somewhere there. You slip the picture back into your pocket and try to search for something suspicious with the flashlight of your phone, so you can better see what you're dealing with, there's no other use for this damn device anyway. You can't turn on the lights because that would immediately alert the other killer lurking outside. You learn a new lesson every time you fuck up, but you get smarter with each attempt. You'll be out of here soon. You have to get out of here.

As you peer under the fridge on all fours, squinting, a board creaks under your palm, pressing down a bit under your weight as you lean on your hands. You know that this is a sign, and as you kneel up to look for something to pry open the wood with, your eyes settle on a knife left on the kitchen counter. The whipped cream is still smudged against the cool metal, and suddenly the unwanted image enters your mind as the same blade slowly sinks into your chest, breaking through the protection of your ribs to then penetrate your lungs, pouring warm blood into your throat. You swallow hard, forcing the memory of the metallic taste out of your mouth, and steeling yourself, you wrap your fingers around the knife so you can get back to work, because you can't dwell on this right now. There's no point.

You stick the knife under the board and carefully pry it open, making sure to stay as quiet as possible because you don't know what will trigger the next death flag. Even though you are now aware of the signs and actions that lead the attacker to find you, this miserable game still has many surprises in store. With a soft squeak, the wood pops open, and as a small dark hole is revealed underneath, you take your phone in your hand and cast light on it, and like a wild animal pouncing on its prey, you reach for the small object shining in a golden light. Your fingers find the relic resting there, and you examine the key in puzzlement, as you pull it out of its hiding place. What does this open? Too small to be for a door. Maybe a lock?

The realization hits your brain like a bolt of lightning, and you spring up and turn back towards the living room. The hope that you might find something valuable rises in you, so you hurry through the room still shrouded in intimate silence, to sneak upstairs with silent steps when you reach the stairs. You know, if Pam shows up to the noise, she'll be on your trail the whole time, and that way you'll only attract trouble sooner. It might be selfish, but it's easier to let her die alone than to be hunted down together. You need time, and the more you waste on supporting characters, the less you have left to progress. But even because of this, your sense of guilt is starting to fade.

As soon as you reach the upper floor, you see the door at the end of the long corridor, on which even at such a distance you can faintly see the padlock that keeps it closed. Until now, this fact wasn't important to you, because it immediately became clear that you can only get in if you have the key. You can't hack it with anything else, you can't tear it down, this damn diabolical place will only let you in if you find the right clue to it.

You stalk like a cat in the darkness of the corridor, and the sound of your footsteps is absorbed by the soft carpet running along the floor. You consider your every move, because a new way out is possibly within your reach, and you fear that the chance to find the next important hint may disappear at any moment. Your own soft breathing sounds deafening to your ears, and each heartbeat feels as if your heart would want to burst out of your chest. Every inch of your body fills with anticipatory tension as you creep closer and closer…

And then you hear the voices.

At first, the muffled sighs seem like nothing more than the soft snores of one of your sleeping companions, but then you hear a moan, and you are overcome with confusion. The closer you get to the door opening from the middle of the corridor, the louder the panting and the gentle rustling of the bedsheets become, and you try to recall who could be hiding there according to the script. But nothing comes into your mind, because that room has been empty until now, without role or importance.

And as soon as you get close enough, you understand what is going on behind the door left ajar. The only source of light in the darkness of the room is the moon peeking through the window, but you can perfectly make out the movements of the tightly entangled figures. Johnny looks almost otherworldly as the pale light paints the dance of the corded muscles on his back as his mouth smooths over Pam's throat, eliciting a lustful moan from her. One of his strong hands slides along her breasts, and soon after his lips stray there, he almost viciously bites her nipple, to receive a pained gasp in response. His palm rests on her hips, and as he digs his fingers into the soft flesh, his hips only meet hers with vigorous movements, filling the heavy air with almost obscene, wet sounds. And as he kneels up, his fingers glide along her thigh almost teasingly, so that, hooking his hand in the bend of her knee, he directs her leg to his shoulder, locking it in a vise-like embrace that makes his biceps bulge. He brushes his lips against her calf, and you see his teeth flash for just a moment before he sinks them into the delicate skin, drawing a lewd whimper from her mouth opening in surprise. His movements are restless, each thrust seems violent and desperate, and she just grabs at the sheet and starts pleading, encouraging him in tears to sink his cock into her pussy just a little bit harder. And with each passing moment, Johnny looks more like a beast lost in his pleasure, as low grunts and moans erupt from his throat as he pushes himself closer and closer to the edge. And your feet are almost rooted to the ground, and you're unable to tear your eyes away from them, as you lose control over your body from shock and disbelief. Even though you know you shouldn't be here, you shouldn't be watching them, suddenly too much information rushes through your senses into your brain to process what is happening.

But as Pam's back arches with a loud cry, and Johnny's hips stutter with a growl-like sound, the surreal image ends, because the man turns his head towards you as if he knew you were standing in front of the door, frozen in astonishment. Your stunned gaze meets his eyes, dilated pupils swimming in lust, and you feel like a deer stuck in the headlights, waiting to be hit by a car speeding towards it. His mouth stretches into a lazy, satisfied grin as he slides out of the panting girl and slowly begins to rub his cock, as if to tell you that it could be you if you would just give in to the temptation.

And that clears your mind in the blink of an eye, and you back away hastily, almost running to the door resting at the end of the corridor, before you would have time to further analyze the features of the man's face filled with post-orgasm bliss. What the hell is this new scene? This has never happened before…

You reach for the lock hanging on the door with trembling hands, but your fingers are still clumsy from the adrenaline pumping through your veins, and they only find the keyhole after many tries. And in the middle of your fumbling, you don't even notice how a dark shadow appears behind you, and you only realize that you're late and have failed, when a gloved hand grips the back of your neck and smashes your head into the hard wood of the door with an almost painful strength. The force of the impact resonates through your skull, and you clench your teeth with a yelp as the sharp pain rips through your head.

Black spots swim into your field of vision, and you have trouble when you try to focus your eyes to decipher who attacked you this time. And as soon as you catch a glimpse of the skull-like mask out of the corner of your eye, you realize that this time you only managed to get this far. When the knife glints in the killer's hand as he strikes you, you only bitterly realize through the blood filling in your mouth that the game is trying to divert you from the escape with more and more vile methods. Because you're convinced that Johnny's action was just another death flag that ended your search prematurely. And you surrender yourself to the darkness with the knowledge that you cannot let this happen again...

When you come to, you're sitting in the back seat again, and the melody of familiar music reaches your ears only as a low hum, because you know you're back at the beginning of the game. But what worries you much more is that you walked into a scene the previous night, which not only completely deviates from the usual pattern of all the events until now, but also represents a downright disturbing new development. So far, the script hasn't gotten sidetracked from the main story in the case of the supporting characters, and Pam should have been waiting in the shower for the killer to appear when you sneaked up to find the door with the lock. The fact that this story has changed so drastically helps the icy fingers of dread wrap around your stomach. Because you have no idea what kind of difficulties this will cause you.

The usual conversation takes place between the two girls, and when you arrive at the wretched cabin, they leap out of the car with the same enthusiasm, as if they weren't heading towards another painful death. But it doesn't matter to them anyway, because surrounded by carefree ignorance, they don't even know what awaits them.

When the door opens and Johnny's well-known figure appears, his face filled with desire flashes before your eyes almost on a cue, and you forcefully push the memory out of your head. This little interlude distracted you just enough to know you shouldn't fall for the game's nasty tricks again. Because you are more and more certain that it actively wants to hold you back and trap you here forever. The heated spectacle of the previous evening can only be due to this…

"Bunny!" The man greets you with the same bursting, false joy that he always shows you, but now you have to forcefully drive away the moans echoing in your ears, which surface in your head when you hear his deep voice. "It's good to see ye again!" He says enthusiastically, and as his strong arms wrap around you, every single muscle of yours tenses, as the stress wakes up in you as a result of the fear that grips your insides. But it's even more worrying, as new fragments of memories flood the canvas of your mind, because the experience of seeing those hands glide over the body of your companion is too fresh to quickly overcome your embarrassment.

But you don't have time to think about how to get over these tangled emotions and continue the play, because suddenly you feel the man's hot breath on your ear, and in an instant, every part of you freezes like a frightened animal when the predator digs its claws into it.

"I hope ye liked what you saw, bonnie." The man grunts softly, and for a moment you think you misheard it. But as one of his hands creeps down to rest on your waist, and he presses you closer to him, the air gets trapped in your lungs with an almost painful force. "Because ye'll be next..." He whispers, and in his voice lies such a dark promise that it makes your blood run cold.

And as if nothing had happened, the moment ends suddenly, and as he steps away from you, he only looks down at you with his usual nauseating smile. But you see the dangerous predatory sparks in his eyes, and his gaze makes the little hairs rise up on your neck. And you soon realize that something is very wrong with the game. Fuck.

#call of duty #john soap mactavish #cod #johnny soap mactavish #john soap mctavish #soap #soap mactavish #john mactavish #johnny mactavish #soap cod #alternate universe #horror #soap x reader #soap x you #john mactavish x reader #john mactavish x you #soap mw2

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i99zhuo · 2 months

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Please make a routine guide inspired by Saranghoe u can refer to her youtube vlogs she us productive

How to live like Saranghoe .𖥔 ݁ ˖𖦹⭒°｡⋆

This is a guide on daily routines inspired by Tracy Sohn a.k.a Saranghoe! thank you for the request and sorry for the long wait!

content list (routines):

morning

study

workout

shower + self care

night

(_ _ ) . . z Z⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚୨ :★: ୧ ∗ ˖࣪ ໒꒱ ˚₊·

✸ ꒰ morning routine ꒱⋆ ࣪.* ࣪.⋆

👛 Tracy is definitely NOT a morning person, so everytime she wakes up the first thing she does is check her phone for a few minutes. After that she gets straight up and opens up her curtains to let the light in.

Then she goes to her bathroom and uses a hair band to get her hair out of the way so she can brush her teeth and wash her face with a gentle foam cleanser. After rinsing it out she uses her skincare products; toner sheets, serum, cream and a tinted sunscreen!

🌷 Now she changes clothes, Tracy usually wears cute knit tops with some plaid skirts in basic colors (white, gray or black) and she also wears some dainty jewelry and leg warmers. Remember to put on a hair roller to style your bangs while you do your makeup!

It's time for makeup! Tracy usually does the same makeup routine, eyebrows, mascara, eyeliner, blush, lip tint and a shiny highlighter, oh! also she only puts on a bit of concealer since the tinted sunscreen already works as a glowy foundation.

🍥 Clean your room a little before packing the last things on your bag and spraying perfume to you out to your uni / school or have brunch!

✸ ꒰ study routine ꒱⋆ ࣪.* ࣪.⋆

Tracy usually takes digital notes on notion! and she always includes useful links with videos and resources so she can review them later. For language learning though, she copies the vocab on a notebook and reads it before her test so she can have them fresh in her memory. She also always studies listening to ost of her favorite animes, kdramas or manhwas!

🩰 After a long day of school she likes to take a nap and have some rest!

✸ ꒰ workout routine ꒱⋆ ࣪.* ࣪.⋆

If you're curious on how Tracy takes care of her figure you need to know that walking plays a huge role in it! In her vlogs she always goes to most places entirely by walking! You can do this too and start counting how many steps you walk in a day.

🏩 Also you can try and dance to an energetic kpop song like Hype boy by NewJeans, practicing multiple times a day can definitely replace a workout routine!

✸ ꒰ shower and self care routine ꒱⋆ ࣪.* ࣪.⋆

If you want to have a selfcare, start your shower routine by taking a long bath, use a bath bomb, some bubbles and candles to set the mood, you can even use a little tray to watch kdramas like tracy!

🛍 Then you can play some music to actually take a shower, take care of your hair with shampoo and conditioner and then clean your body with a cleanser and a loofah.

When you're done it's time for skincare, use some toner pads, serum, moisturizer, eye cream and lip balm! also apply cream on your body and cuticle oil on your nails.

💞 Next you can dry your hair and use some leave-in products to have extra soft and shiny hair!

One of Tracy's keys to look extra cute and pretty always is to get appointments with professionals to get facials, lash perms, haircuts and her nails done!

✸ ꒰ night routine ꒱⋆ ࣪.* ࣪.⋆

👚 Tracy usually dines out with her friends or family! After she arrives home she gets comfy so she can have a long study session! If you're a night person, try and get all your assignments done at this time to feel extra productive! And don't forget to have a late night meal/snack.

After getting all her school work done she relax on her bed, often with a sheet mask on (specially on winter) and watch anime or dramas until she falls asleep

Good night!

heyyyyy I finally post again haha, sorry for making you guys wait for sooo long but I got my period and I was feeling soooo bad I wanted to disappear 💀 also idk why my liz post getting so much attention made me a little anxious so I procrastinated all my requests for so long hehe im sorry :(

well that's all I will try to upload my next requests soon !!!

toodlezzzz!!111!

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kquil · 2 months

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heyyy im loving divorcing Orion black, it’s so good, I was wondering if you knew any other fics with a similar theme?? like other Harry Potter fix it fics

ooof! this is a really hard question to answer but i am happy to rise to the challenge hehe~

there are plenty of Harry Potter fix it fics out there however, i haven't been able to find one with similar themes to 'Divorcing Orion Black' -- actually, the reason i started writing the DOB series is because i was on a Harry Potter fix it fic binge and couldn't find one with my the specific tags i had in mind (oᗜo;) i.e marauder era fix it fic, focus on platonic relationships, massive hurt/comfort + fluff, sirius and regulus focused, badass reader, and inspired by reincarnation/transferring manhwas where the main character becomes the villainess/side character of a story they know very well - yup, it's a very specific criteria so i don't know why i thought i could find a perfect fanfic that meets all points out there (ಥ‿ಥ)

however, i do have some recommendations

✦ Time Warp | @astonishment

ugh! i love this fic so much, it's a time-travel, James Potter x Reader series that i would consider a fix it fic, it's so beautifully written and one that i sneakily go back to often just so my darling mal doesn't think im a creep for obsessing over her writing

✦ Oh God Not Again! | by Sarah1281 (fanfiction.net)

its old but a classic one that i'm sure many people have read and for good reason, it's a great read and still holds up well even now, i would say though that its focus is on Harry redoing the lightening era and is not set in the marauders era

✦ The Source of Grief | by withthekeyisking (ao3)

this is fairly short but incredibly well written where Harry goes back in time to fix the original time line under the alias of Hadrian Gaunt. it's only two chapters but its such an amazing read! i love re-reading it

✦ Three's Family | by darkbluedark (ao3)

this isn't a full fix it fic but it has the amazing potential to be the beginning of one and i adore it! the humour is amazing and the hurt/comfort + fluff is just so incredibly good! Harry and Draco travel back in time by accident and that's all im revealing hehe~

✦ Eight's Company | by darkbluedark (a03)

so i just found out that the 'Three's Family' fic has a continuation and i believe that this will be a full on fix it fic now! ugh! i can't wait to read its only two chapters and i look forward to it's continuation

these are just my personal recommendations, i'm gonna confess that i haven't had much time to read a lot of fix it fics since most of them have a lot of chapters but if you still want more recs, i assure you that there are many rec. lists out there for Harry Potter fix it fics - don't you just love this fandom? hehe~ (still hate the creator of it all though)

#☁︎ : kquil talks #🎏 : anon #harry potter fix it fic recommendations #🔎 : recs #harry potter fix it fics

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4e7her · 7 days

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and here is chapter two of a drop of silver. hello.

ao3 - https://archiveofourown.org/works/55561897/chapters/141470842

quotev - https://www.quotev.com/story/16519931/a-drop-of-silver-in-a-sky-of-stars-yandere-various-x-m-oc

#yandere #male yandere x male oc #yandere x oc #yandere fic #i don't know how to tag this still #manhwa inspired #everyone say hello to euryn here he is (mostly sane. for now)#ao3 fic #quotev fic

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sojuyae · 11 months

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no return

dazai osamu / reader + ??? / reader

notes: mild yandere themes, u drink alcohol, inspired by the manhwa 'a false confession' (massive rec hehe) drabble..? oneshot..? i don't know what to call this since it's not really fleshed out and not given that much thought so maybe its just a random blurb hahaha not proofread i just click post and never look back thats just how i am

the moment you step into the balcony, your legs almost gave out. your hand having to lean on the vine ornamented pillar as support. stillness draping over despite the festivity just behind the door.

just a few feet beyond you, stood your senior. even with your vision hazy and eyes half lidded, you think you can see his silhouette leaning over the railings, his back turned against you, coat billowing in the wind, tousling the hair of his that you've always wanted to tuck behind his ear.

he looks particularly different, today.

the man of your affections — whose hands that are always resting upon your shoulders, his touch lingering a far too much for someone who is only concerned about his coworker, muttering words of 'good job!' every time he looks over your computer to see the progress of the report he assigned.

he, who is always eager to bring you trinkets of all kinds after being assigned in a case, and if you had the ability similar to his, you would've caught on the fact that the trinkets are always given by him personally, rather than your unfortunate coworkers whose gifts are left in their desks.

yet frown would replace your previous smile once he pulls away with a pat; when you remember that everyone got the same gift as you did.

(oh, how you lamented every second that passes without him knowing how you felt.)

but that will change tonight — your intoxicated self decided to confess your long time admiration for your senior. 'and if he rejects your love, then you can just say that you were too drunk! it's easy!' tanizaki said so, as he handed you an alcoholic drink, and you shouldn't have trusted any words that comes out of the orange haired mans mouth.

even if the others knew how bad you felt about him, you prefer to believe that you could keep your feelings to yourself.

with a determination only a drunken one can have, you step further away from the loud music of the party and towards the man.

a heavy breath escapes your lips as you stand just a few feet behind him.

"sir," you first regard him with his title you've always used during work, and a part of you wonders if you'll be able to call him endearments you've always wanted to say after he accepts your confession.

you don't think you can look at him right now.

"i've been thinking about this a lot," you begin, hushed but nonetheless made for him to hear. "i, don't know if, i should really say this…" your eyes drift down to your feet, deliberating whether you should beat around the bush.

but you know you can't, this feelings of yours is too much; if you don't get to say it now, what will become of your sentiments? locked behind a glass heart that threatened to burst every time he's near?

"i really, really like you, sir." you finally say, your hands harshly gripping the sides of your clothes, scrunching them, wrinkles beginning to form on the flimsy fabric.

you refuse to meet his gaze.

silence ensues, the only sound heard; the loud rustling of the leaves against themselves.

"..."

ah, to think that you get rejected without even him saying anything.

"why?" he asks, then a hope ignites deep inside you.

"i just, really like it when you treat us kindly, you always go out your way to make sure i'm okay, your dedication to the agency is admirable, and i... just really like everything about you…"

"that's what any superior would do..." he replies coldly.

his words does not even travel first to your ears — it travels straight to your heart, so harshly that if it traveled to your ears first, you're certain you'd go deaf.

you stagger, the adrenaline the alcohol provided leaving your system.

then, he grabs your arm just in time, his bandaged hand surprisingly holding you delicately, as if he expects you to be gone once he pulls away.

"osamu. call me osamu, not sir." he says tenderly as he rests his hand on your shoulder, his arms coiling around you like a snake to a branch.

you smile gently as you bury your head in his chest. you can smell the faint scent of alcohol on his shirt, how strange, you've always thought he smell more like the sweets he'd always insist on eating. "osa—" the remaining syllables does not leave your tongue.

he rests his head on your shoulders, his curly coffee-like locks of hair tickling your neck.

osamu?

your eyes drift to his neck — are those bandages?

coffee-like?

dread fills your veins. dazai pulls back, your drunken haze along with it, finally able to look at him properly. his warm palm rests on your jaw. the dull brown eyes you’ve grown fearful of seems to reflect the stars, looking at you so, lovingly.

you don’t know what you’re supposed to be surprised of, the fact that a coworker whom you are scared of is looking at you softly, or the fact that he just accepted a confession that wasn’t meant to be his.

"should we keep our relationship a secret?" he asks with deceptive bashfulness.

"sir..?" you stammer as you try to look in ranpo's viridescent eyes for an answer to why he's holding your hand tightly.

"i've always thought that you…" his brows are knitted, refusing to meet your eyes, his own narrowed as he looks at the bracelet that adorns your wrist, an item begrudgingly accepted from dazai.

(he wonders if you would be mad if he forcibly ripped its beads out of you.)

he clicked his tongue at his own thoughts, shuffling to get a comfortable spot where he rested appropriately on his office chair.

"since when were you both close?"

#bungo stray dogs x reader #yandere bsd #yandere bungou stray dogs #yandere bungou stray dogs x reader #yandere bungo stray dogs #yandere dazai osamu #dazai osamu x reader #yandere dazai osamu x reader #this was so all over the place #like always #been having these thoughts since i read the manhwa #i think ranpo knowing ur feelings and liking u back but still not acting upon them UNTIL someone else garners your attention is very real t #me #giggles

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Hello again I hope you're doing well and having a nice day anyways I kind of wanted to switch up my oc

Name: Rosemary

Age: 19

Personality: she is a cold person but she's also a kind person or gentle

Backstory: Rosemary is known for being a kind person but to the incident where she almost got sexually assaulted no one believed her though then she was killed no one cared about her death but Rosemary wanted them to pay so she made sure they all paid Rosemary manipulated and gaslighted everybody and doing this or that what she wanted she won't gaslight anyone but if she finds out that you're the one that bullied her you are dead meat but hey if you change then you'll be fine then she became immortal

Abilities: Rosemary controls these red poison butterflies which it's actually inspired from a manhwa that I read Rosemary has to consume poison though to control it don't worry there is medicine for it however the medicine always leaves her numb which means that it's slowly helping her with the poison madness or illusion butterflies she always uses them though she is a great swordsman however in order to summon them she has to cut the opponent or the opposite she can cut herself and she can summon them madness energy she hinges on that madness though so yeah she has the ability to teleport so yeah however she doesn't really use it though

Appearance: Rosemary has red eyes and long dark red hair that is almost like a black but it's red on the back or should I say inside of the back of the hair Rosemary wears a black top with a black skirt she also has a black jacket that hangs on her shoulders she wears black boots and where is this choker has a rose on it Rosemary loves sweets very much though she also has this villainous beauty going on in fact she used it against her bully who took it too far by sending her to the hospital so she took revenge and use that beauty against him she manipulated and gaslighting him

About her: in all honesty though she may act like a villain or villainous sometimes but you can't blame her though due to the fact that she's been through a lot I mean she did become immortal she smells like wine and ice cream vanilla ice cream and roses she's has a doll like appearance so she knows that her death won't comes so she no longer yearns for death she is a wandering swordsman or a wanderer in the past though she gaslighted the people that she hated and manipulate them you know but she giving that villainous beauty and also she also represents the red spider Lily the spider Lily is a beautiful flower but also deadly due to the fact that it has poison so yeah she's inspired from that she also really loves spider lilies very much very much red and black will be her favorite color however other colors suit her perfectly she wears makeup specifically red lipstick and I kind of want to show the picture so here but she would always wear different lipsticks though the picture is right there though

Sorry if this is very long oh yeah I also forgot to mention she walks in these dresses though whatever she's not doing anything so she has like a lot of free time

Sorry if I'm showing too many pictures I hope you have a wonderful night toodles

I know I have read that manhwa but I can't remember where or what the name was🤔

Hope you'll enjoy😄

Trigger Warning: Yandere, Obsessive behaviour, Possessive behaviour, Kidnapping

Blade: He begs her to poison him, he wants to feel like he's dying and the illusions and pain is as close as he can come, in a way that makes him similar to Rosemary since they both yearn for death, even if Rosemary has stopped yearning for it, Blade will take any connection possible.

The fact that she doesn't mind Blade's possessive behaviour will only fuel him to act even more possessive and deranged, he wont try to hide it, will kill right in front of her and smile while doing it.

Hopefully Rosemary wont mind being kidnapped as well, cus there is no way that Blade will ever let anyone else lay their disgusting looks on her, she may be strong but that would never stop Blade from taking her away.

"So beautiful, so prescious and all MINE"

Yoimiya: She sees only the best in Rosemary, no matter how villainous she acts, she loves to stare at her butterflies, how beautiful they are, she just doesn't like that Rosemary has to hurt herself every time she uses it... well that or hurt enemies but enemies don't just appear at random.

Yoimiya clings herself to Rosemary, never leaving her side, she can't even imagine a life where Rosemary is in, she just needs her to stay sane anymore, she has become an addiction to Yoimiya, and she doesn't mind at all.

Yoimiya just does whetever Rosemary wanna do, if she wanna paint then Yoimiya will paint as well, wanna get some revenge, of course Yoimiya will join as well. Yoimiya's life revolves around Rosemary and that wont stop anytime soon.

"Soooo, what do you wanna do today, I'm up for anything as long as you wont to do it"

(Ok, does anyone know the title of the manhwa, it's killing me not knowing😭)

#yandere #yandere honkai star rail #yandere hsr #yandere genshin impact #yandere genshin #yandere male #yandere female #yandere blade #yandere blade x reader #yandere yoimiya #yandere yoimiya x reader #oc #oc x canon #oc x character event

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Ok so I scrolled back enough to see what the ao3 person said and urm oh boy…

The first part that miffed me was calling Percy childish 💀

Like she’s a teen what do you expect out of her, rational and poised composure ? Also Og Percy was an absolute boyflop himself ! Like bro would’ve gone along and acted like a cute uwu baby if it meant he would live to see another day ! Another thing I disliked was the Girlboss comment, like you can absolutely girlboss to the sun and back and still be flopping to hell and back along the way. Her perception of girl boss is probably some tough tomboy who acts like piper from the sounds of it ngl.

Also Percy is in an alternate universe with Volatile ass gods as they lovingly pointed out 😊

And so if you’re in an unknown place with very unstable and dangerous folks that can and will be more then happy to zap you, if it means swallowing your pride and acting like a kid then you will do it ! Like that place isn’t screaming gorgeous gorgeous stable folks.

Percy knew he could handle the Pjo gods to some extent but there are obviously more powerfull ! Like they’re not playing around anyone can see that.

ALSO FRACTIONS ARE A PAIN IN THE ASS !!

Like if you were off fighting monsters math is gonna be the last of your worries and not everyone is a math wizz like you 🤨 go one drop some fractions let me see em since you’re so smart.

And last but not least IM ( fully ) North African so I have very much the right and pleasure of telling you that us African folks can tan like hell ! I’m pasty but if you put me in the sun for long enough I’ll look like Percy and Adriana. Because believe it or not people come in different shades and the sun can and will darken our skin tone !

Also Percy isn’t Greek from her dads godly side while her mom has the African decent so yeah no wonder she’s tanned she’s got other lineage 🤨 most demigods usually get simple traits from their folks like eye color, hair or something that just smiller. And it was stated gods don’t got the dna so it’s mostly from the mortal parents

Also fan art is FANart ! See the FAN part ? People who like the fanfic are gonna draw it how they see it fit if you don’t like it then don’t look at it simple. We’re not all in some little gc conniving about the skin tone and all of us draw it how we see fit.

Getting pressed and over a skin tone sounds like a them Issue, they’re half Greek so they should know that there are Greek that are Afro-greek ! Like is the math not mathing ?? If you’re half of a nationality shouldn’t you be aware that other people can be too ?

Anways that comment felt very dumb ( and I hope I didn’t come off as too mean but I do stand my point that it was stupid as hell )

Im glad you keep doing what your doing Queenie and don’t listen to idiots like that 😕

percy's a goofball and a girlflop, but her cringy ✨uwu daddy✨ act is literally just that... an act she's putting on in order to survive 💀 she got inspired by the FLs of the isekai manhwas where they get evil daddies and gotta act cutesy to be spared from death, that's really just it 😭😭

and yes, it was a very dumb (and lowkey racist tbh) comment. so far, they haven't replied back and i don't think they will 😌

#👸🏻| asks #👸🏻| arsenic blues

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˚୨୧⋆｡˚ CHAPTER 2 ~ THAT'S A SHAME

{ WHAT TO KNOW }➤ This is HEAVILY inspired by the bl manhwa “No Love Zone” in which the main character ( fem!reader) is a newbie at the company. She has the worst luck in the romance department and always ends up heartbroken. That's when she sees Kamo Choso, who is her total type, but turns out to be her new boss and enemy…

{ CHAPTER MAY CONTAIN }➤ Language, use of alcohol, bit of angst

{ WORD COUNT }➤ 3.1 K

{ OTHER THINGS TO KEEP IN MIND }➤ I'll only be writing in 2nd person pov, so there won't be anything like y/n. Also this is based on my personal preferences so i'm sorry if it disappoints. Whenever something like “this is hsown” it indicates the readers toughts.

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“ I think I just met the man of my dreams…” is all you can think of at the moment.

In whom you soon find out , Kamo Choso, also known as your new boss/ team-manager, requests a task from you. You get straight to work without hesitating. Once you have finished drafting, writing, and reviewing your sheet, you walk over to his desk with a soft smile as you hand him your assignment. “All finished mr. Kamo!” You say proudly. He briefly glances at the sheet before crumpling it up and tossing it into the trash, “Try it again, i don't like it,” He said, not even looking at you as he dismisses you away.

You sigh as you redo the sheet another time. The response was a simple, “Again.”

“Again.”

“I expected more from you.” He gives you a stern look.

You were on the verge of snapping at him, but ,thankfully, you controlled yourself.

His previous words replayed in your mind as he tossed the paper back to you.

You mentally scream, cry, rage, kill yourself even as you walk to your desk and sink right back into the chair you’ve been in for the past 5 hours working on the same thing.

Choso was already having you work overtime, not letting you leave until you finish.

“That fucking piece of shit!”

“Son of a bitch!”

“ I swear to fucking god im gonna murder this man’s handsome face in his sleep!”

“I'm quitting this useless shitty job!”

These are all the things you thought as you aggressively started typing away, cursing him from afar as you watched him smiling and laughing with the other employees while he had you working your ass off.

Mostly, you curse your own self for falling for handsome faces like his, for how your heart keeps fluttering each time he speaks to you.

What the hell is wrong with you? This guy is a total dick in his personality!

In a while, Shoko and Suguru walk over to you to say goodbye as they leave.

How the fuck was this fair when you were the only one having to work so late?!

Satoru already left a while back for another one of his stupid dates.

You were so frustrated that you didn't even realize you fell asleep.

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Your eyes flutter open slowly, hearing the sound of your name being called out quietly in your ear, the feeling of someone shaking you awake ever so gently.

You grunt slightly as you sit up slowly, looking over to see who it was waking you up.

All you see is the most beautiful face right in front of you, just inches away as he speaks to you, his voice coming out lower than expected.

“You must be very tired. Are you alright?” He asked, having such a soothing look on his face.

You feel your face heat up as you stammer over your words “ o-oh, no.. I’m all good!”

“When did I even fall asleep? And isn't this a little too close?” You thought to yourself as you leaned away a bit.

He looks over at the half-done assignment he was making you do. “Are you still here because of the task I gave you?” He asked as his gaze returned back to yours.

You hum in response and nod. “ I’m almost done. If i finish it by today, I’ll be able to submit it by tomo-”

He then cuts you off. “Good work. This will do.” He says with a small smile.

“p-pardon..?” you ask completely caught off guard.

“You may go home now. You must be so tired from working so late.” He explains, as if he did a full 180 in his behavior in the matter of an hour.

He places his hand on your shoulder and gently pats it. “ I’ll tie up all the loose ends.” He dismisses.

All your brain could come up with was “huh?”

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You toss and turn in your bed, rethinking back to a few hours prior where all the events happened with Choso.

“What the hell was that..?!” You huff as you grumble in frustration.

“Did that guy seriously make my heart flutter..?” You spoke to yourself. “Just because he was actually a little nice?”

You scream into your pillow and kick your feet as you let your frustration and confusion out.

You huff a bit as you continue your rant to yourself. “I mean… even if he is my type, still…” You mutter, a mental image of when previously his face was so close to yours appears in your head.

You shut your eyes as you roll around in your bed, squealing and blushing like some middle school girl.

“Okay, he is my type for sure!” You sigh as you think a little more.

“His face is no sin..” You mutter as you hug your pillow. “The problem with that crazy bastard lies in his personality..” You grumble.

“What am I even thinking? I’m probably just getting weirder because of how tired I am.”

You whine as you sink your face into the pillow you held.

“By the way… that little boyfriend of mine hasn’t contacted me in the past days claiming he is ‘busy’.“ You scoff.

“Does he expect me to text him first?! “ You grumble as your brows furrow.

“Whatever, I still have work in the morning, let's just not think about this.“ You sigh as you slowly drift to sleep.

It seemed that you forgot about one thing for a moment… you have the most rotten luck when it comes to realationships.

As you finally had a bit of free time, due to finishing all the tasks that were due, you were called over by Choso.

“What could he possibly need?”

“Did he realize that he is head over heels for me?”

“Is he gonna propose to me?”

“Is he about to bend me over his table and-”

You quickly shake off all those thoughts to compose yourself as you walk over to his desk. He looks you up and down before sighing and showing you the task from earlier this morning.

“The statistical data on this is very lacking..” He begins with a sigh. “Although this would’ve been great if you were doing a college assignment…” Choso looks at you in such a cold way as he hands your work back to you. “Please revise it again.’’

You put on a fake little smile as you nod, trying to control your emotions. “Okay…” You say with gritted teeth, and walk back to your desk, cursing him out in your thoughts.

“I must’ve been mad for falling for this guy’s stupid face!” You grumble under your breath.

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“AARGH-! How come I'm the only one getting treated this way?!” You whine to Satoru and Suguru as they help hold up your drunken body.

“Do I look easy to ya? Huh? HUH?! Kamo Chose, you little asshole!” You start kicking your feet in frustration.

Satoru was recording your little stunt while laughing like a maniac.

“ We’re the same age, don’t you dare act all high and mighty over me!!!” You grumble in rage.

You hear Suguru say your name with a sigh, “She’s really drunk.” He then nudges your arm with a good amount of force, making you stumble a bit.

“I told you not to drink so much, didn’t I?” He scolds, “Snap out of it! I don’t have time to babysit you as well.”

Satoru finally puts his phone away as his attention now goes to you. “Alright, settle down. What’s your address?” He asked you, making sure you get home safe under his supervision.

“Home?” You pout. “I can still go for a round.. *hic* … 2!” You begin to try to drag them to a new bar. “I won't be coming back to work tomorrow!” You exclaim as you hiccup again.

Satoru starts laughing again. “What do you mean you're not going to work? C’mon! Let’s get your drunkass home~” He says as he pokes your side, making you squirm and giggle from the ticklish sensation.

“I told you, I’m not drunk!” You try to explain but your words slur as you feel your eyes dropping as well. “..and i'm not going to…work… ” You trail off as you come to a halt from the view before you…

Toji was walking side by side, smiling and giggling with another woman, as well as a baby in his arms that looked very identical to him and the woman…

You stare blankly at your computer the next day at work. The hangover headache mixed with the bad feeling of finding out your boyfriend was cheating on you, let alone potentially having a kid with a different woman? Let’s just say it didn't feel good for you at all.

“Seriously… why does this only happen to me?” you thought to yourself as you rested your chin on your palm.

You already assumed he was cheating, but seeing it right in front of you, just like that, doesn’t feel any good at all.

You snap back to reality as you hear Suguru’s voice calling your name. You turn to look at him with a raised eyebrow as you hum in curiosity. “hm?”

“What are you doing? It’s already lunch break, you coming with us?” Suguru asks as he points his thumb at Shoko and Satoru who were waiting for the two of you beside the door.

You give him a small smile for the acknowledgment as you decline by shaking your head. “I’m feeling a little nauseous. Go ahead without me today.” you say as you look back at your screen.

Suguru scoffs as he begins his scolding. “It’s because of how much you drank last night! I knew you’d feel bad the next day!”

You just roll your eyes at his nagging. “Yeah, Yeah, I get it.”

“You want me to get you a drink though?” He offers.

“Nah, don’t bother, I’m better without anything.” You dismiss as he nods.

“ Alright, see you later, call me if you change your mind.” He flicks your head before walking away.

You wait for them to completely leave before you exhale and clench your fist. “That fucking bastard! I should’ve known from the moment he started begging for my money!” You smack your head a few times.

“After using me, that fucking asshole dares cheat on me?” You scoff and shake your head, “Is it even considered cheating on me if he is cheating on a different woman with me?!” You plop your head down on your desk as you sulk. “To call him trash is an insult to garbage…”

You stare intensely at the screen in front of you, the search bar reading ‘How do I kill someone and not get caught?’. All google gave you was a service line to seek help. You grumble as you slam your hand on your desk.

“I should really just kill him and then kill myself! Wait- no I can't do that… What if there are hot guys out here that I haven't met yet?” You mumble to yourself.

Little did you know, Choso was standing behind you with an amused smirk as he watched you fume in frustration.

“What are you looking so intensely at?” He calls your name.

His sudden voice makes you quickly straighten your posture as you turn your chair to look at him. “Nothing! Nope! Nothing at all!” You say with a nervous smile.

He looks at you for a second before speaking. “You should really get some lunch, it isn’t healthy to skip meals.”

“Oh, no thank you! I’m not hungry mr. Kamo!” You say, shaking your head. You turn back to your screen to exit from whatever you were looking at.

He scoffs to himself and he walks closer to you and begins to lift you off your seat, making you gasp slightly as you feel your heart race.

“ S-sir?” You question, trying to get out his grip. “What the hell? Is he trying to show off how strong he is just because he might work out a little?”

“I said it wasn’t good to skip meals.” He said your name again as he dragged you out of your seat.

He finally lets go of you when you’re off your chair. You back up a bit from him.

“It.. it’s really fine-” You explain. “I had a good breakfast..” You add before you see the tiny frown on his face.

“You’ll come with me, won’t you?” He asks, it sounded more like a demand, but still.

Your heart literally felt like it was about to jump out of your body. How could you decline such a perfect oppertonity?

“Ah.. I guess I'm a bit hungry…” You begin, scratching the back of your neck awkwardly. “I suppose I'll go with you today.” You say with a small smile, which he returns back to you as he smiles as well.

“That’s great!” He says as he begins to walk out the office, waiting for you to follow behined.

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You regret the desicion you made as soon as he led you into a fancy steak house. How the hell were you gonna pay for this ‘rich people shit’? You fidget with your nails as you look at the well prepared meals coming to your table.

Choso leans back in his seat as he analyzes you. “It’s quite nice weather today, isn’t it?” He decides to be the one to break the awkward silience.

You nod as you chuckle awkwardly. “Ah yes, it is quite warm, good weather to be outside!” You begin yapping.

“You look like you play sports, I’m surprised you’re sitting so still.” You add as you look at him and put on a forced smile. “Must be difficult for you then, mr.Kamo..?”

“And here I am on the verge of dying due to overwork because of you!” You think to yourself, crying mentally.

“It really does make me want to go somewhere.” He smiles. “On the other note, I apologize for all the hard work I've put on you!”

You quickly shake your head and wave your hands in front of you. “Oh no, no, don’t be sorry! It’s because I'm still lacking in many aspects!” You dismiss.

“Son of a bitch, so aware about giving me a hard time…” You grumble to yourself as you imagine how satisfying it would be to hit him repeatedly.

“I promise to work harder and do a better job in the future!” You say while clenching your fist.

He looks at you for a moment before slightly tilting his head, calling your name. “Can I ask you something?” His smile drops a bit, face now neutral.

You nod and look at him as if you were interested in what he had to say. “Oh please do!”

“Fuck off you bastard!” Is what you wish you could've told him.

He clears his throat and makes intense eye contact with you. “You look a little familiar, have we met somewhere before?” He asks, awaiting for an answer.

You instantly think of when you first saw him at the subway, he was talking about that moment, you assumed.

“Uhh… I’m not too sure about that..” You lie through your teeth, as if you weren’t gawking over the man the first time you laid your eyes on him.

He nods as he looks away from you. “I see… I guess I mistook you for someone.”

You gulp and nervously chuckle as you nod in agreement. “Was I being too obvious? Jeez, what a scary guy..” You think to yourself.

“Well that’s a shame..” He begins as he looks at you once more. “I was quite looking forward to it.”

“what…?” is all you could think of as your heart raced.

You lay in your bed as you hug your pillow and think about the previous event.

“What the hell was that? What does he mean ‘what a shame?” isn’t that a bit much to say just out of politeness?” You thought to yourself aloud.

Your eyes widen at a sudden thought. “N-no way…” You mutter as your face burns up.

“Does- He doesn’t like me or something, does he?” You scream into the pillow you held as you kick your feet, overwhelmed with emotions.

You sit up on your bed as you can’t help but smirk. “Childish bitch…” You begin. “That’s why he’s been giving me such a hard time.” You giggle.

“Looks like I haven’t lost my charm after all.”

You let out a relaxed sigh as you lay back down and happily drift off to sleep, replaying the moment with him from earlier in your head.

“Okay, let’s see what happens from now on, Kamo Choso.” You giggle.

“I’ll make sure you confess to me with that smart mouth of yours…”

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{ A/N }➤ I MADE THIS CHAPTER WAY LONGER THAN THE 1IST ONE OOPS!

Thoughts and opinions?

IDK IF I'LL BE WORKING ON ANYMORE TONIGHT OR NOT BUT I HOPE TO START RELEASING THIS FF AS SOON AS I FINISH THE NEXT CHAPTER BC I WANTED THERE TO BE AT LEAST 3 CHAPTERS UPLOADED RIGHT AWAY! ヾ( ˃ᴗ˂ )◞ • *✰

ANYWHO IMA GET GOING BC I GOTTA GET ALL PRETTY SINCE I'M ABOUT TO SEE MY MAN (he isn’t my man yet but still) BYEEEE!!! ( ＾◡＾)っ✂╰⋃╯

Also i got walked in on reading the bl while writing this ff 😭 sorry for spelling errors or if this was rushed 🙏

LOVE YOU MY LITTLE KITTENS !!!! (∗˃̶ ᵕ ˂̶∗)

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last chap ~ next chap

#notaromanticparadise #angiehasakitten #jjk #jjksmut #choso kamo #jjk choso #choso x reader #choso smut #jujutsu kaisen choso #kamo choso #enemy #jujutsu kaisen #office #smut

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