unrealistunicorn

[unrealistunicorn]

bro... but can you guys imagine being the muse to a yandere artist or a writer😢 the way they'd make you feel so loved, so wanted.... WHEN WILL IT BE MY TURN💔

no because like, a writer- a writer would write the most devastating and beautiful lines all to ask you out on a date for the nth time. bro would pull some Shakespeare text from his brain just to ask if you wanna go eat at a burger king or something 💀

being the muse of a writer would mean having a whole stack of books dedicated to you. everything about you. your beauty, your smile, your soul. you'd be able to feel his love in each sentence and know it's real. only a man in love would be able to come up with this after all.

not to forget, he'd probably start or end the book with a 'dedicated to' or a 'for my beautiful love' 💀💀💀 if that's not dedication I don't know what is.

an artist would be nice too!!! this man would make galleries full of art all inspired by his one lovely muse. museum worthy masterpiece.

and they're all because of you.

how loved do you have to be for someone to paint thousands of beautiful art pieces just for you? let alone one? his blood, sweat, and tears, all poured into his canvases. all to convery a single emotion. love.

love for you.

his sketchbook, his walls, everything he owns has a mark of you on it. it's like you're already living in his life without you knowing. existing in his place as a source of inspiration, creativity, love.

man, all i want is to be loved by an artist or a writer 💔

[unrealistunicorn]

dark academia: keeps journals, systemically organized bookshelves, mostly reads classic books and pretentious literature, neat handwritting, probably uses a fountain pen, drinks coffee, tea or wine, will quote authors or movies to asssert dominance, dresses posh even on a budget.

chaotic academia: keeps commonplace books, stacks of books everywhere, either books you probably never heard of or popular YA, bad handwritting, has a chewed off pencil or a gel pen, drinks juice or energy drinks, will paraphase authors for comedic effect, too tired to dress up, but still tries.

[unrealistunicorn]

Thinking about a deeply romantic man. Possibly a bit old fashioned in the ways of love. The type to sweep you off your feet to dance in the rain, the type to buy you flowers, just because. Maybe even to thank you simply for being beside him. The type who stares out into starry skies and thinks of your smile, cushioning it amongst the glowing lights. The type who watches couples pass him by and yearns to be by your side once more, even if it had only been mere hours.

The type who writes poems and songs about the way your hands fit against his. Who sings your bodies praises, every inch of it enchanting him more than the last, seeping into his fingers that strum the chords of an unknown melody. Who kisses whatever causes you insecurity, because his heart aches to think you don’t see yourself in the radiant light that he does. That you aren’t breathless with every glance at a mirror- like he is everytime your eyes meet.

Oh and is he ever so breathless. The way you sigh. The way you glance around at the world. Even the way you may duck your head after finding something you did to be silly or embarrassing, he adores it all. There is not a moment that goes by where he, all of him, is not encompassed by your every moment.

Perhaps there had been a time where love had felt nonsensical. Illusionary, to him. Perhaps there had been a time where he scoffed at the notion of such a thing, and sneered at the couples that passed him by, trapped in their own little bubbles of affection. Perhaps he even scorned them. Cursed them for partaking in something he had never experienced. Something he did not know to be true. Something he did not believe in.

And yet you, my darling, had taken all of that bitterness and loathing, and crushed it deep down into the recesses of his very being. Your hands so delicately cupped his beating heart, and let it pulse mindlessly in your warmth. You carved yourself deep into his lungs and stomach, pouring butterflies that fluttered and tickled his veins, making him feel as if he was a child again, frolicking through the saturated hues of the world. No longer colorless. No longer dull. His world breathed with the very essence of you and he could not find it in himself to ever let go.

He belonged to you. Forever. Constantly. Without a moments hesitation, without a skip in time and without ever missing a beat. He was yours. And you were his. You would be his till time had wrinkled the corner of your eyes, had sapped the warmth from your skin, and had laid to rest the beat of your heart. He fantasized about the moments your bodies were laid together, snug into a box and hoisted down below. About when your flesh would deteriorate and your bones would creak against one another.

And one day when your souls had sprung from their warm cages; he dreamed of the way you two would become the air you had once breathed, the rain you had once danced in, and the stars he had gazed into, and recalled the curve of your lips with a feverishly, beating heart.

[unrealistunicorn]

hi any life advice for 21yo

Don't date thirty-year-olds until you are at least 25.

Having a glass of water for every glass of alcohol will give you a 50% reduction in hangover viciousness.

Bad people will use your willingness to be quiet as a weapon against you. If someone's being awful to you and trusting you'll be quiet to keep from making waves, surprise them.

There is no physical object in the world that is worth as much as your honor.

Honor is not the same as dignity. Retaining one sometimes means leaving the other aside.

Don't have any sex you don't want to have; have as much as you want of the sex that you do, whether that's a lot, a little, or none at all. Nothing you can do to your own body is immoral, unless you're doing it as an act of self-punishment.

Food is morally neutral. You do not have to earn the right to eat calories. Fat and sugar keep your brain from eating itself.

Learning to sit still and breathe--in, in, in, hold, hold, hold, out, out, out, out, out, out--can give you five feet of clear space around yourself in a maelstrom.

Find out how to make three good meals: A comfort meal you can make for just yourself relatively easily, a fancy meal you can use to wow a date, and a meal you can feed a bunch of people. All the other cooking can come later, but you can build a community on those three meals.

If you ever get to the point that things are so bleak you can see no other way forward but to die, make any other choice. If that means leaving everything you own and being a beach bum, or quitting your career, or taking up or leaving a religion, or deciding to bicycle across the country, so be it; living means more chances, dying means everything stops and you don't get to see any more interesting things. As you have not yet seen all the things that can interest you, it is better to live.

[unrealistunicorn]

the thief who stole from the princess' jewelry box [prologue]

warnings: unhealthy power dynamics, toxic relationships, dub/non-con actions, princess!reader, stalking, obsessive behavior, misogynism, mdni, nsfw, manhwa spoilers.

Hey guys, and welcome to the first chapter of this brand-new series, featuring the manhwa The Princess' Jewelry Box! Please be aware that although I have read this royalty webtoon for entertainment purposes, I do not support the author's ideology or the toxic themes that are written in here.

If you have not read this manhwa, I strongly recommend that you do before proceeding as there will be references and spoilers here. It can be found on Webtoon.

If you are sensitive or prone to triggering with certain themes such as physical/mental abuse, objectification, or SA, please do not continue any further.

This mini-series will not be linear; instead, you will have the opportunity to select a scenario and yandere headcanons of the Jewels featured in the webtoon.

Special thanks to @deathmetalunicorn1 and @secretkoalapersona-blog for helping me outline and create this series as well as @sourlove for their feedback on this draft!

So, with that being said, sit back, relax, and enjoy the opening act of this story featuring court intrigue, politics, and romance.

divider by @cafekitsune

Princess Ariana de Secramise is beloved by all in the Arbezela Empire. 

She is polite, physically stronger than the average royal knight, beautiful beyond imagination and intelligent. But behind this facade of a well-educated young lady is a cunning and ruthless individual who will use any means necessary to get what she wants, even if it means risking diplomatic relations with allied nations. Being the Emperor’s favorite and a skilled swordswoman isn’t enough for this greedy little goblin who has already surpassed her siblings in terms of achievements. No. What she desires above all these blessings from Astotelia is the throne. 

By gaining that power, she will be legally allowed to take a second husband.

Ariana could never be satisfied with having one spouse when there are so many handsome men in the world. You would have admired her ambition if it didn’t include turning the political hierarchy of the Empire on its head to satisfy her lustful appetites. 

This new lifestyle of hers, collecting men who were talented and beautiful was nothing short of a huge scandal; it is true that Emperor Jaider had sired three sons from two concubines despite having an Empress, but Ariana is unmarried and already engaged to Duke Crytear. 

Being the oldest legitimate child of Emperor Jaider and Empress Roserice de Secramise, it was your duty to look after not only Ariana, but Bavilo, Kamal, and Haveron. To make sure that they felt safe and protected in this gilded cage of a royal palace. Ares would have gladly shared the responsibility had he not passed away at the age of seven. Without your twin, the world grew a little darker and lonelier. 

Your mother never got over his death, believing with all her heart that he had been assassinated by Madam Verdi’s faction. The reason? To place either Bavilo or Kamal in first in the line of succession to the throne and become the Empress Dowager. Like Ariana, her greed is a bottomless pit. Being the Emperor’s favorite mistress is not enough for the high society’s Red Rose. Conspiracy theories and no evidence to support them would not make a formal conviction stick in the royal court. 

All she could now was expand her information network and use it to help Ariana, encouraging her little star to challenge her brothers. You believed it was because she inherited your father’s brutality that your mother supported the idea of your younger sister becoming the first female ruler of the Empire. 

Once Ariana began collecting her Jewels, the position as the Empire’s ambassador had been switched over from you to her.  She used it to find Prince Efrit of Xek, Sir Raymond from Galdeon and Jade Meldea within a year. Duke Nell Phantom had become her first Jewel after he had been honored for his contributions in the war against the Oriana Islands. In exchange for being the Princess’ Hound and overseer of her other Jewels, Ariana had promised to provide financial aid to his family after so many failed business deals forced him to fight at a young age. She has yet to deliver it to him. 

Huan Baek, her favorite and the Moon Fairy of Darhan, came to the country three months ago after he said good-bye to his loved ones.  Either he would come willingly to Arbezela as a concubine in your sister’s harem, or there would be war between the Empire and Darhan.

 Jade had been forced to be here too, as compensation for his father’s mistakes. If that wasn’t enough to give poor King Neptune a heart attack, Ariana ordered Lord Melda to be castrated for the crime of using his position and rank to force women into being his sex toys. Castrating a royal official based on Ariana’s testimony that Lord Meldea struck her when she had traveled to the southern kingdom of Marloe under the guise of a dancer? In Galdeon, she had coerced Sir Raymond to get on his knees at a banquet and kiss her feet in front of everyone, including King Goldblackrose. 

 By Astotelia’s mercy, when will she understand that actions have consequences? How could you even trust Ariana to look after the people with this kind of mindset? 

Why couldn’t your mother trust you to do more than just handling the palace’s domestic affairs and entertaining guests? 

You reclined back against your chair, glancing over your shoulder to blink owlishly at the sight of a setting sun from the oriel window in your office. The light blue skies were slowly transforming into an indigo tapestry of the night before you had realized that the day was already over; pink clouds still hovered the horizon, lingering for a little longer before they molded into one and birthed the constellations. You’ve been in here for too long. It was time for a walk. 

You stood up. As you did so, you saw two furred bodies spread across the floor twitch. The first one possessed a lanky frame with a long silky black coat and tail, one ear pointed up at the ceiling while a dark brown orb squinted at you. The second was smaller, with  a white fluffy coat and already on her stubby feet, yipping in excitement  and black nose twitching. You smiled softly, kneeling down to scoop up the little darling in your arms before pressing a kiss against the side of her head. 

“I’m sorry, Penelope. I didn’t think the paperwork would take me this long. How about you, me, and Morpheus here go outside for a bit while the chef makes us something yummy to eat?” Penelope licked your cheek in response, making you laugh. “Yes, yes, you would like that, wouldn’t you? Well, lead the way, silly girl.” You placed her back on the carpeted floor, watching in amusement as she almost barreled through the half-open doorway while Morpheus languidly stretched himself before following suit, although at a more leisurely pace and on your right side. 

An overprotective, energetic Pomeranian and a gentle Borzoi. They were last-minutes gifts from your parents, even when you had tried to persuade them that you did not desire anything for your fifteenth birthday. Now? They motivated you to step outside from your office and take time for yourself, though the habit of not eating lunch is still hard to break when these two ate twice a day, breakfast and dinner. 

And these two knew the way to their little playground like the back of their paws; down the grand staircase, turn right at the last step and then walk through the double stained glass doors to a cobblestone path that sliced through a wide, evergreen courtyard. They never liked the stone path, preferring to blitz across the grass. You would need to apologize to the gardener and make sure he’s paid properly for patching up the grass in the courtyard for the nth time after Penelope and Morpheus’ running around. 

In the center of this humble courtyard was a large two-tier fountain, commissioned by a famous craftsman in the Empire. Upon your request, the miniature statues of wolves that lined each tier were gulping down the water and  illuminated at night by magic. You personally liked the crescent-shaped moon where the water sprang out and was gulped down by the wolves  looking  up for it, for either guidance or sustenance. Fitting for Winterfell, the northern palace that served as your home. 

As much as you wished to appreciate the blossoming beauty of this chilly night on this little walk, your mind was plagued with anxiety and unease. The preparations for the Sun Ceremony would begin soon and the Emperor had not decided on which of his children would act as the Believer of Light. For Ariana or Bavilo, it was an opportunity to prove to the Emperor and everyone else that they had what it took to be his successor. All it meant for you was more paperwork and hours spent in the Empress’ office, organizing the event from the menus to the seating in the Holy Temple. You would never be considered to become part of such a sacred ceremony because the Emperor and Empress cannot bear the thought of another legitimate child being taken away from them by the gods. 

You squeezed your eyes shut. You inhaled deeply through your nose and slowly exhaled, allowing the scent of the white floribunda roses scattered across the courtyard to engulf your senses for a brief moment. To make you forget about the responsibilities you would have to face tomorrow and relax with your precious companions. You were about to take another breath when the sound of Penelope’s barking reached your ears. Blinking, you turned around and backtracked towards the fountain. 

Who or what did she see that was causing such a ruckus before dinnertime? Did Morpheus topple over her again? Did she see one of the new servants walking around and went into her watchdog mode until the danger passed? When you finally reached the center of the courtyard, she was snarling at someone you had not expected to see at this hour of the night. 

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[unrealistunicorn]

yandere!isekai’ed!hero with fem!reader imagine

warnings: delusional thoughts, implied smut/sexual references, power imbalance, obsessive behavior, non-con, mentioning of prostitution, reader is portrayed as aroace, nsfw, minors mdni.

Special thanks to @thatstrangesheep and @f4turemom for helping me create one of the most despicable yanderes that has graced my laptop screen thus far, inspired by Kazuma Satou from the anime KonoSuba.

divider by @cafekitsune

Imagine a yandere!hero who had been summoned from his mundane life in the modern world as a high-schooler by the sorcerers of a magical kingdom to defend the country from a sinister demon lord. He’s read countless manga and watched anime related to the genre of isekai. He knows exactly what he has to do. He needs to max out his skills, find the best party members and take out the demon lord. But just because he needs to follow the king’s request doesn’t mean he can have a little fun on the way, right~?

So he did. In between fulfilling side quests and strengthening his relationships with the party members, he would sneak off to have fun in the pleasure houses hosted by succubi to release some pent up frustration. He needed to be cautious or else his reputation would plummet and there would be an opportunity to marry the princess gone to waste. She has a pretty face and voluptuous body~.

Yet as time passed, he had honed his abilities to the point of being able to go head-to-head with the demon lord, alongside with the rest of the party members, whose names he struggled to remember from time to time.

He secured his victory with a single swipe of his sword, connecting his opponent’s neck. There. The deed is done. The kingdom is now safe from an evil that would have destroyed this country. But now what is he supposed to do?

The kingdom rewarded the party for their bravery and valor with medals of honor and a big celebration that lasted three days. Eventually, everyone went their separate ways. After giving it much thought, yandere!hero decided to not marry the princess. He is still pretty young to tie the knot.

The novelty of becoming the country’s greatest warrior wore off sooner than he thought. The people loved him, his good looks easily charmed the ladies, and that was the problem. It was all too easy. These people felt more like cardboard cut-outs than actual people. Predictable, and completely boring.

Then he met you. A mage who looked at him with disdain when he asked if you would like help with a quest to find rare herbs for some quick cash. Or was that an expression of annoyance? Either way, you were normal. Someone who did not put him on a pedestal like a trophy.

“Fuck off, asshat.”

Since that day, he has been following around wherever you go. Whether it was to speak to the head of a guild to discuss business or something else, he was always there. He protected you from anyone who might try to take advantage of you. There are too many perverts in this world, even if he’s befriended quite a few of them from his visits to the pleasure houses.

So why do you still continue to reject his confessions? Can’t you see he is attempting to become a better person who is worthy of your attention? To make it easier for you to do your business in this world? Why do you look and treat everyone with politeness and that cute little smile when you weren’t smoking a cigarette, yet you remain indifferent to him?

Both of you were brought to this world against your will. They hailed him as a hero and cast you aside. He was already strong, but you started from nothing, establishing profitable business relationships and studying magic diligently. You had come such a long way, becoming the incredibly powerful person you are today.

Oh, how he wished you knew how much he desired for your touch. To interlace your hands together as he bends your lower body in half, his cock brushing against your cervix, hoping to impregnate you with his child and the glint of your wedding fingers bouncing off of the candlelight.

Please look at him. Tell him he is a good boy and worthy of your love.

Oh? You will never feel the same way as him because you don’t have romantic or sexual attraction to anyone? That’s okay! He can fix that.

After all, it’s a hero’s job to fix anything that’s broken, right?

So yandere!hero kept his word. He’s always by your side, attentive to your needs, and definitely does not like how some of your associates are touchy-feely with you. If a hand goes any further than what you’re comfortable with, he won’t hesitate to cut it off. He doesn’t care if it will get him in trouble later.

No one should touch you like that. You belong to him as he belongs to you, in body and in soul.

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[unrealistunicorn]

yandere!rich boy with socialite!streamer!reader imagine

warnings: strong language, drug/alcohol usage, sexual references, fem!reader, subtle hints of obsessive thoughts, delusional thoughts, gaslighting/manipulation, masculine toxicity. minors dni.

Special thanks to @thatstrangesheep for helping me polish this draft to the best it can be, and @hotnbloodied for giving me inspiration when I least expected with their own piece revolving around a yandere!rich boy. I'll leave the link to their work here. Also thanks to @deathmetalunicorn1 for helping me find the right pic for this fic.

So with that being said, sit back, relax, and enjoy the show! :)

divider by @cafekitsune

The Everetts have been in charge of the high society hierarchy since the city’s foundation over two hundred years ago, becoming leaders in the steel industry and later other areas of business. Each member in this family has been successful, and they all had high expectations of their children as soon as they were able to go to school: become well-rounded in academics and sports, rub shoulders with the right people and never bring any shame to their legacy. 

Unfortunately, Sebastian Everett has already achieved the title of black sheep at twenty; indulging in casual sex, snorting white lines of crack in an attempt to drown out his grandfather’s boring-ass lectures and try to peek down the hot secretary’s too tight blouse. His stellar marks in Chemistry, Calculus, and other difficult subjects were his only saving grace from being disinherited. He knew how to apply himself. He just doesn’t feel the need to.

Is he immature and spoiled? Absolutely. Does he care? Not really. Why stress about it all, when trying to be perfect when it isn’t humanly possible? Life isn’t supposed to all work and no play. Yes, he's fucked up a lot. But hey, who hasn't at his age? Plus, no matter what he does or the career path he'll ultimately take, it will never be good enough. Not to his granddad, not to his parents, nobody. And you know what? He's fine with that. He's always managed to do well on his own without their help.

Now, imagine this insufferable bloke meeting you, a sweet little darling at one of the family’s annual galas. He knows who is who on the social scene, and this sheep’s family were rich and famous. Just not like him. The cherry on top is that he knows you’re faking it. Why? Because you attend the same university as he does, sharing only a couple of classes because your major is different from his own. You weren’t that special, and you certainly looked like you could loosen up a little. So being the nice guy he is, Sebastian swooped in with a smile and offered you something to help relax, preferably on the back veranda when no one usually hung out during happy hour.

To his surprise and embarrassment, you politely declined his offer before excusing yourself to join some other chicks that just showed up. The fuck? Did you seriously brush up a once-in-lifetime opportunity to hang out with the guy everyone wants to be their friend and amp up their social status? Yes, he knows he's an asshole but damn it this was an insult. Big time. 

He utilized the best tech team money could buy and had a list of your social media accounts in his room Monday morning. After all, there’s no better way to make someone so arrogant know their place in this city than trash their social media accounts. They are a fucking lifeline nowadays; one false move, one nasty little comment, and you were history, finished, forever chained to a part-time job at McDonald’s. God, he is a genius. He is great and yet he is humble. 

He looked through your Viewtube account and saw your most popular ones were either titled study with me or write with me for an hour, gentle piano music. University application advice or tips or capsule wardrobing was a close second. Wait, what? Writing vlogs? The fuck, what were you trying to be, the next Ernest Hemingway or some shit?

“Hey guys, it’s [Username] and welcome back to my channel. For those who are new here, welcome, welcome. I do all sorts of videos on here, so feel free to look around and see what tickles your fancy. In today’s content, I’ll be showing you the next part in my journey for querying an agent for my cozy fantasy novel that I’ve been working on for the last six months. 

I know it’s been a while since the last video, I apologize but things have gotten a little crazy in my corner of the world. All righty, so with that being said, today is ---- and let’s see if I got anything back from the querying letters I sent out. If you all wanna see how this whole crazy journey started, I’ll leave the link down below to the very first episode….”

Before Sebastian realized what was happening, he spent the entire morning watching your writing vlog series right up to the new episode. Holy shit. You were actually real and not fake?! He’s seen a lot of ViewTubers and scrolled through TikTok videos between classes. He knows if someone is putting on a pretty face and aesthetic to rake in the dough for their channel or ramp up the number of subscribers so they can have bragging rights when they reach over 100k. He’s got 500k and counting on his Instagram. 

But you’ve got almost 300k? Just for writing vlogs, fashion advice, and tips on university application processes?! And you started this channel almost two years ago?!

So how come you still rejected him? It didn’t make any sense! Wait, wait. What if he donated to your channel? I mean, you’re not broke or shit but previous posts have shown live-streaming write with me videos where all the donations go to a charity fundraiser to support reading programs? Or was it for an after-school lunch program? 

Whatever it is, he’ll pitch in. If there is a goal you need to meet, he’ll help out under an anonymous name. He can take his time, slowly winning over your trust and appreciation. You want a bigger studio? He can find one with just a phone call to a real estate agent. You need help finding a querying agent? No sweat. Give him a list and he’ll persuade them to give your manuscript a chance. He’s got the connections, the money, so much more than you could ever imagine. All he wants in exchange for his generosity is to take you out for some coffee. Who knows? Maybe he’ll reveal himself as a big fan of your blog, and you’ll finally realize what a great catch he is. 

Just don’t run away this time, okay?

To his surprise, you accepted the random invitation to a coffee date after class on the condition that there would be no casual sex involved. Just caffeine and conversation between two university students for a good hour, or until your next lecture starts. He learned that you had some baggage of your own too. You might not be as rich or as influential as his family, but your family had high expectations for you as well. They wanted you to stop indulging in your Viewtubing 'hobby' and start focusing on the real world.

Streaming content doesn't pay the bills. You are supposed to take over the family business someday. Either that or marry someone just as rich or if not richer and your spouse will take over. It's your choice in the end, just don't be an embarrassment.

After that, he took pity on you and asked if you wanted to hang out a bit more. As friends, of course. Maybe become something a little more if he played his cards right. It'll suck with no drugs and no hook-ups for a while, but his parents might give him just a tiny bit more freedom for 'dating' a picture-perfect girl, right? And this arrangement totally works out for you too!

He just didn't expect the plan to take almost six months to accomplish. You were stubborn all right, and definitely not a picture-perfect girl. What is easy for him is twice as hard for you, yet you were willing to put the effort in whatever assignment or task you had to do. Hell, even making your Viewtube content takes a lot of time because everything has to be perfect, from the lighting and sound to your makeup.

Is it possible to fall more in love with someone than he already is with you? 'Cause he didn't think that being sober and being in your company gave him the best fuckin' high he didn't think was possible.

When the two of you decided to go together at the McGregor’s spring gala, dressed to the nines and playing nice with the other big-wigs, Sebastian thought his family would actually approve of you and know you’re the reason he’s turned over a new leaf.

Alas, they weren’t happy. They were pissed. So were your folks. And just like a scene outta Romeo and Juliet, two star-crossed lovers were separated, forbidden from ever seeing each other again because of their parents. In this modern adaptation, it was due to the high expectations they’ve placed on their children.

“Seb, how could you? I thought you were seeing Marc’s little girl! You remember her, don’t you? We introduced you to each other last month, she goes to same campus as you! Her family is practically a cornerstone in the city’s medical care system! She is going to be a cardiac surgeon. A surgeon for Christ’s sake, and you’re with a streamer? I gave you one simple job, find a worthy fiancée! But even you can’t get that right!” His father grumbled as he pulled him by the arm towards the opposite end of the ballroom.

His mother was right beside him, squeezing his hand with her jeweled one and cooing in his ear.

“Oh honey, [First Name] is a lovely girl but we know you can do so much better than her! She’s not like us. You know that, right? Do you want our family to fall into ruins? To lose our comfortable lifestyle?”

But all Sebastian could feel was his heart plummeting into his stomach as he saw your figure become smaller and smaller, until you vanished completely from his line of sight. No.

No, no, no! This isn’t fair! He’s been good, he’s clean and he hasn’t fucked around with anyone ever since you two started dating! WHY CAN’T YOU LET US BE HAPPY TOGETHER, YOU ASSHOLES?!

©️do not repost or use any of the characters depicted here without the author’s permission. forbidden-sunlight, 2024

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[unrealistunicorn]

yandere!duke with wicked stepmother!reader imagine

warnings: mentioned child abuse, fem!reader, arranged marriage, implied obsessive behavior.

Imagine being reincarnated not as the heroine of the dark romance novel that you fell asleep reading, but the male lead’s villainous stepmother. Although it would be many years before you would marry his father, and your family would get out their mountain of debt from this arranged marriage. You swore to not take out your anger on the poor child as you laid in your crib.

Just because the duke still held a candle for his first wife and the mother of the male lead, his son did not deserve such cruel treatment from a woman who would never receive any affection from her husband. Arranged marriages rarely result in mutual happiness, but there is always the possibility of creating a respectful partnership between each other. 

So that is what you will do. 

You became ambitious in your studies and etiquette lessons, making connections with other young ladies of high society as your own reputation grew. Instead of becoming known for being a spiteful and superficial noblewoman,  invitations to soirees, tea parties, and banquets arrived at your household every other day.

The Mad Dog of Macaluso became The Blossoming Flower of High Society. Despite the marriage proposals your household had received, none of the gentlemen in the Umbra Empire were as rich as Giovanni Lombardo, the grand duke and the male lead’s father. 

So, the marriage still happened; but you were not bothered by your new husband’s declaration on your wedding night that he would never have a child with you, citing that he found you unpleasant and nothing at all like his deceased wife as his tall frame towering over yours, his gray orbs glaring down at you with icy disdain. You stared at him for a moment before you smiled.

“No one can ever replace a loved one, and it is a relief to know that you do not care for me romantically, Your Grace. This is a situation that is beneficial only to my house, and the Emperor had forced you to select me because he was tired of hearing everyone talking about how his most trusted aide has refused to remarry since his wife’s passing three years ago during childbirth. Your son is your heir, so there is no need to have another child. If you would permit me, I would like to get to know him more. If you do not believe me, you can assign a servant to watch me interact with him and the rest of the staff. Is that acceptable?”

The baffled expression on the duke’s face at your words had been worth all the hard work you have placed into being a better side character that wouldn’t be killed in the novel’s third chapter. You would not disappoint him. 

You would prove to be a valuable partner and protect the male lead until it was time for you to leave the stage. 

Three years passed. You performed your duties as the duchess, overseeing the household and organizing any functions that were to be hosted in the duchy. When you weren’t doing paperwork in your private office or speaking to the head butler on how to improve the workplace and other matters, you spent time with the male lead. 

Alessandro was a sweet little darling, possessing his father’s shiny platinum silver tresses and his mother’s bright blue eyes that sparkled in delight when you praised him for doing so well in his studies with a big hug or a kiss on the cheek. He was precocious for a six-year-old, though he still could not understand why his Papa didn’t like Mama. Mama being you, even when you have had to gently correct him more than once that you are his stepmother, not his birth mother. 

“Some day when you are older, you will understand.” You said, resting your chin on top of his head as you carefully adjusted your grip around his middle. He liked to sit in your lap under the garden’s pagoda during tea time, and you saw no issue with it.  “Papa may not like me, but we love you. That will never change, and we only want the best for you.” You ran a hand through his hair, tucking a stray strand behind his ear. 

In the original work, he became obsessed with the female lead because he did not receive any love from his father and was abused by his stepmother. Her gentle demeanor, her kindness and loveliness triggered his desire to have her all to himself. He had even commissioned the construction of a human-sized golden cage so that he could keep the female lead by his side forever. 

Alessandro pouted. “But I don’t want to wait that long! Can’t you tell me now?”

You chuckled. “Good things come to those who wait, my dear. Believe it or not, being a grown-up can be hard in this big, scary world.”

“That’s impossible! Papa is super cool and can do so many things!”

“Yes, he is quite something, isn’t he? Now drink some tea or it will get cold.” 

What you did not realize at the time was that the duke had returned home early from work and went to search for you. The head maid had told him where you were, though the duke had not expected Alessandro to be with you in the garden. He heard what you said about him, and how you have come to accept that you will never be loved by him and it was not his son’s fault.  How affectionate you were with him, smiling and ruffling his hair while reminding him to pay attention to his arithmetic tutor because it was important for him to understand numbers because they were just as important as knowing all colors in a rainbow or which fork to use for salads. 

You had kept your promise to him. 

You did not demand his affections, prioritizing the duchy and his son’s wellbeing. You did not take any paramours nor spent more than the allowance you were given to shop for dresses and other accessories in the capital. You attended tea parties, and did not bring shame to his family name. You were a perfect wife. You were worthy.

Would you object to him spending time with his son as you do? Would you allow him to get close, to spoil you with gifts? Would you even consider the idea of giving Alessandro a younger sibling? It’s been too long, and he does have needs. 

Happy Mother's Day, guys~! :)

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[unrealistunicorn]

yandere!emperor with empress!reader scenario

warnings: infidelity, obsessive behavior, blackmail, non-con, regicide.

There may be possible triggers in this story.

If you do not feel comfortable venturing any further, please hit the back button on your mobile device or computer and read something much more pleasant than a possible series of unfortunate events.

You are responsible for your own Internet consumption!

Hey guys, welcome to my first yandere fic! Before we dive in, I want to let you know a couple of things; firstly, this is not the prologue of a series and never will be one because I simply do not have the time right now. It is a scenario, a prompt, that was inspired by the Fallen Kingdom series created by @cassanderasblog. I will leave a link to their work here. I credit them for giving me inspiration and being honest in their feedback when I showed them the initial draft. Credit also goes to @faux-ecrivain for helping finish a difficult scene.

Finally, please do not comment on here if you wish to harass me in some shape or form. I do and will not tolerate bullying. As the saying goes, "If you have nothing nice to say, don't say it at all." If it does happen, however, I will have no choice but to remove this scenario as soon as possible.

So, with that being said, sit back, relax, and enjoy :)

Yandere!Emperor had despised you with his heart and soul. The only reason he had allowed the marriage to even happen was to solidify the alliance between his nation and yours. He did not love you. The woman who held his heart, the one whom he trusted above everyone else in the world is Tatiana Adreeva. His mistress. A beautiful flower that should never be polluted by the nobles who dare to not allow her to become the Empress simply because she lacked the status equal to his own prior to ascension. You did. 

Yandere!Emperor did not lay a hand on you after the vows had been exchanged in the temple. He did not seek out your company, preferring to seek comfort in Tati’s bed and her arms. He had his crown, his woman, and allocated more power through his marriage with you. It was nothing personal. He simply did what he had to do so that his Empire would continue to prosper. 

Yandere!Emperor would not tolerate any rudeness targeted toward his lover, even if you had not uttered a single word to her at all or raised your hand against her.

 To him, ignoring her when she greeted you was enough to earn a lengthy lecture from him. 

But you did not cling to him or beg for mercy, as he thought you would do, or any other self-respecting maiden who did not want to anger her husband. You coldly stared at him with that, silent as the grave until he dismissed you from his office. Out of spite, he had his aide add more documents to your desk for the next month even when the work was not part of the Empress’ official duties. 

To his joy, Tatiana became pregnant with his child, his heir. Being by her side was suddenly all that mattered to Yandere!Emperor. His overprotective streak and ill temperament increased over time. He would lash out at you for the smallest of incidents, even if it was not your fault. And like before, you did not react to his words and continued with your life. 

Like what happens to him or with his mistress is none of your concern unless it is associated with the Empire and the citizens. As it should be. He did not marry you out of love. 

When the child was born, a healthy baby boy christened Nikolov, Yandere!Emperor held a banquet and invited ambassadors from neighboring kingdoms to celebrate. But it was on this day….that he knew the truth. 

Once he had made the necessary greetings and made sure the captain of the guards would immediately report anything suspicious or if Tati and Nikolov were in any danger, Yandere!Emperor retreated to his office. He looked over the stack of documents on his desk, trying to lessen his workload in the morning so that he could spend time with his Tati and his son.

Upon hearing a knock at the door, he did not look up from the outline of a treaty as he allowed the third person to enter his office without cutting off their fingers. His mistress, the head butler, and his advisor. Tati’s older brother, Marquis Aizel Adreeva. Yandere!Emperor had bought the highest status that he could give to his mistress’ family after receiving positive confirmation that Tati was truly pregnant and not a misdiagnosis.

Aizel smiled, closing the door behind him with his foot as he set down a tray, placing two silver goblets and a bottle of wine on the corner of his desk. He spoke softly, congratulating Yandere!Emperor on finally having an heir and making his sister the happiest woman in the world. He poured the wine into the goblets. He held one in his hand, and extended his other hand to the Glorious Son, Blessed by the Five Gods.

Yandere!Emperor smiled, taking the offered drink. They raised their goblets high in the air, and drank. Yet when Yandere!Emperor looked at Aizel…his merry smile was not right. Not the kind of joy that a new uncle would express at a nationwide celebration. It was tighter, almost anticipating something…to happen.

That was when he realized the wine tasted bitter. That was when the room began to spin, and it felt like his skull being split in half. Poison. He had been betrayed. Yandere!Emperor grunted, trying to steady himself against the desk when Aizel walked around the wooden structure and had the audacity to push him back into the leather chair.

“Ah, ah, ah, I wouldn’t do that if I were you, Emperor.” Aizel chastised, his amber orbs glowing with delight. “Not going to lie, I did not think the wine would accelerate the poison as quickly I had thought, but that works for me!”

Yandere!Emperor felt a rock plummet into the pit of his stomach at Aizel’s words. “You…did this?” He gurgled. “I thought…the Empress -”

“And deny me the opportunity to see the look on your face, choking on your blood? Absolutely not. Dear, sweet [First Name] would never have done this to you. You might not have loved her, but she did respect you.” Aizel shrugged. "If Tati were in her shoes, I reckon things would not have gone as smoothly as they have." He said casually, as if he were talking about the weather and not informally speaking to the most powerful man in the Empire. 

“I only have ten minutes before I must return to the party, so I will do the honor of answering your unspoken questions. Now, where should I start? Oh, right. Why? Why did I do this when I love you like a brother? When have you treated my sister and I with nothing but kindness and respect, providing support whenever we are troubled, mentally, physically, and finanically? Well, the answer is really, really simple: I don’t. I tolerated you. I respected you. But never once did I feel any affection towards you.” His smile widened. “The one who deserves to stand by Tati's side is the Rapid Dog of The Northern Border, my brother-in-arms. Remember him? He was engaged to Tati. The man she should have married, should have been the father of my nephew. But you had the engagement annulled because she had said a few nice words to you. You threatened to seize my family’s home unless she came to the palace as your mistress? Do you remember? Why do I even bother asking? You’re going to die anyway, and we will finally be free from this gilded cage. Seven years. Seven long, agonizing years of watching my sister playing the gentle, loving role of a besotted mistress when all she really wanted to do was slit your throat. I thought about that every day too, you know? Well, almost. I actually felt sorry for the Empress, you know. She didn’t deserve to have a husband who neglected his duties and blamed everything on the one person who kept the gears in this Empire going, until now.”

“E-Empress -”

“Had an assassin give her a clean, painless death. Made it look like an accident, and he delivered! That’s very impressive for an underground guild, you know. Investment was worth it.” Aizel giggled.

“Now, it’s time to let everyone know their beloved Emperor has retired for the evening and call it a night. Big changes are coming. Pity you won’t see it. Don’t worry though, I won’t kill Nikki. I do love him…and he will never know that his true father is a tyrannical piece of shit who died in his own pool of blood because he allowed love to muddle his mind when he should have put the country’s well being above all else. Farewell, Emperor Aleksander of the Moldova Empire. From the ashes of corruption, a new country shall be born. And my nephew will rule over it in his father’s stead once he is ready. The father he should have had and not the one who brought him into this world, Duke Matthias Starkov.” 

When he awakened, Yandere!Emperor realized he was no longer on the floor. He could breathe and he could see in the mirror that hung across the room that he looked younger again. He asked, no, demanded, a quivering servant  to tell him what the year and date were, now. It was The Year of the Moon, ----.  As the crown prince of the Moldova Empire, it is his duty to select a candidate to become his crown princess, his future Empress who would rule beside him when he ascended as the Emperor. His father, the current Emperor, is growing impatient with his sixteen-year-old son and annoyed that he is still fawning over the marquis’ daughter, Tatiana Adreeva, a woman who was already engaged to a duke. 

“Bring me the list, no, tell Josef to bring it to my office immediately. I will be there shortly.” Yandere!Emperor had never pushed the servants to dress him quickly as he did at this moment. He did not know how or why, but he had returned to the past, right when he had seen Tatiana for the first time. Seven years into the past, before Aizel had poisoned him and killed his Empress. 

Sure enough, he saw his Empress’ name on the list, five down from the most qualified and right in the middle of the lengthy parchment.  [First Name] [Last Name], born to the Republic of Greiran, the Prime Minister’s only daughter.

They are Moldova’s closest neighbor and primary source of spices and various crops that are able to thrive in the harshest of weather conditions. Rumor had it that the Prime Minister himself was the one who had collaborated with the magician’s tower on this project, saving thousands of lives from suffering another winter and no harvest after the king had collapsed from a broken heart, having lost his queen after she had given birth to the crown prince.

 That connection to the magician’s tower was the only reason Yandere!Emperor had married his Empress. Access to more magical resources than the ones in the Moldova Empire, enabling the creation of magical weapons and protecting the borders around enemy nations. And yet he still died like a damned dog, blind to the respect and admiration his Empress held for him in favor of  receiving love from his murderer. But not this time. This time….he will set things right. 

He will not get involved with Tatiana Adreeva. 

He will ascend to the throne as he is supposed to.

He will be devoted only to [First Name], never taking a mistress even if the aristocracy begged him. Even if their marriage is only on paper, and she never looks at him as a man and only as an Emperor. 

He will learn everything there is to know about his future Empress, and he will never let her go. 

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[unrealistunicorn]

"our relationship is hidden in lies..." tsuiraku jk to haijin kyoshi L2 out in june 18. [x]

[unrealistunicorn]

Out of curiosity (and because I just saw you’re going through Pit Babe), what do you consider the most cursed/batshit BLs out there? I doubt very much anything in the world will top an honest to fuck omegaverse show. But, still curious.

10 Most Batshit BLs!

Fun fun fun. I'm going with shows that I enjoyed but were just truly BONKERS. In no particular order. Also remember I have different expectations of the different countries, i.e. Chinese and Taiwanese BLs are just generally more unhinged than say, Korea.

1 Advance Bravely

WHAT IS GOING ON AND WHY SO HOT?

2 My Esports Genius Brother

What is going on and why so cute?

3 The Takumi-Kun series

No one knows what's going on - them, us, production, but it started everything, anyway.

4 My Day The Series

What is going on, why so hot and so cute?

5 Because of You

So much all at once, how many pairs and how many languages? Is it hot? Is it cute? Who knows?

6 HIStory 4: Close to You

Cheesy cute v problematic hot = whiplash.

7 My Lascivious Boss

Okay but what, fine but what, but.... what? Cuuuteeeee

8 Gen Y 1 & 2

There is an interpretive dance love offering of sponsored products to the female queen bee of campus. I am not making a joke, that is an actual scene in this show.

Gen Y the series the original trash watch & Gen Y 2 - The Glorious Trash Watch Reborn

9 KinnPorsche (yes I said it)

Yes but think about this show. Three different storylines and couples, the contrast between harsh, cheesy, camp, cute, and hot. It's ALL OVER THE PLACE.

10 To Sir With Love

DEATH GLITTER

Need I say more?

MOAR?

Laws of Attraction

My Dear Gangster Oppa

My Engineer

Manner of Death - This one was kind of hilarious since I spent most of the show trying to figure out what it wanted to be and if is was actually BL, but to be fair, so did it. Actual title? MurderY 

Oh My Sunshine Night

Secret Crush On You

TharnType - TharnType 2: 7 Years of I Can’t Even - serious trash watch

Why R U?

What Zabb Man

Y- Destiny

Honorable mention to currently airing:

Pit Babe - currently trashing here

The Sign

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[unrealistunicorn]

It's Okay, That's Love 괜찮아, 사랑이야 (2014) — ep. 11 | What Do You Think About Marriage?   

[unrealistunicorn]

This chart about the modern wealth of Jane Austen characters is fascinating.

Darcy and Emma were ungodly rich.

The Dashwoods and the Bennett sisters were doing fairly well. They were never that poor.

And even Miss Bates, one of the poorest characters we ever see in Austen, is still doing better than most millenials.

[unrealistunicorn]

yandere!ceo with villainess!reader scenario [part four]

warnings: cheating, delusional and obsessive thoughts, toxic relationships, body negativity, dismemberment.

There might be potential triggers in this piece. If you do not feel comfortable with reading it, please hit the 'back' button on your phone or laptop and find something much more pleasant to read than a potential series of unfortunate events. You are responsible for your Internet consumption. MINORS DNI.

Reblog to support content creators ❤️

Hey guys and welcome back to part four of this series, created in collaboration with the talented @deathmetalunicorn1! I know a lot of people have asked for this next segment in June, and it is finished after a lot of writing plus edits in two weeks!

We had originally wanted this to be the finale but after much consideration, it will not end here. When is another question.

The dresses described here are inspired by gala aesthetics from Pinterest, including Blake Lively’s gown from Met Gala 2012. If the clothes written in here aren’t your style, feel free to insert whatever is your preferred color and fashion/clothing style.

So that being said, sit back, relax, and enjoy the drama that will be unfolding in this episode :)

dividers by @cafekitsune

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Ballroom Two, on the ground floor of the Sacred Crane Resort. It is here where Yeo Jung-Hwa will host tonight’s gala to celebrate the establishing of his family’s conglomerate. In accordance with the script of Love and Fortune, it is the last appearance of the despicable villainess Park Seo-yun. Your curtain call. The investors, the board members, and your family. The players are here. The stage is set. You just need to give it your all and hope, to whoever is listening, that Being X will let you go back to your world. 

You had played the antagonist in Hyeung Mun-Hee’s life and did not annul the engagement with Yeo Jung-Hwa. Now, it is time to settle things once and for all in this fucked up place. In this episode, the male lead will ignore his fiancee’s pleas to accompany him at the gala in favor of Hyeung Mun-Hee. He would leave the office early and take her shopping to find a beautiful dress that would dazzle everyone, capturing their attention as they entered through the double doors of Ballroom Two in matching ensembles. A testament of their love and impeccable fashion sense. Park Seo-yun is furious at this insult and demands why he has brought the commoner to a black-and-white event that is meant for the upper echelon only. Hyeung Mun-Hee would stay silent, but Yeo Jung-Hwa would not.

He would turn to everyone, welcome them to this auspicious event and announce that he will dissolve the engagement between himself and the vile woman who dared to call herself his future wife, declaring that Hyeung Mun-Hee will become his wife instead. In her fury, Park Seo-yun would lunge at the female lead but not before security stepped in. They apprehended and walked her out to the entrance of the resort, her family following close behind. Because she acted like a wild animal in a public place filled with important guests, Park Seo-yun’s actions would lead to many setbacks for the Park family. These setbacks would force the patriarch to resign, make the conglomerate declare bankruptcy, and ensure that the family is never mentioned in Love and Fortune ever again. 

Were you angry that Yeo Jung-Hwa would dare to pull this kind of shit? Absolutely. But just because you will be humiliated twice by this bastard does not mean you can leave the stage with a little style. You won’t attack Hyeung Mun-Hee and you will not cause a scene beyond grabbing a wine glass and pouring it over her head, ruining the pretty dress and her makeup that she did so meticulously to look her best for tonight’s event. Better yet, why not have the male lead suffer a big cleaning bill for trying to get the merlot stain off of his very expensive suit? Oh, what about whispering in his ear to treat his new bride properly and not tell her what she could and could not eat in a restaurant? So many possibilities.

 Either way, the only one who would suffer in this scenario would you. The Park family name would remain untarnished. If anything, you will ask your father to remove your name from the family register and start a new life somewhere else, beyond the city. Maybe the countryside? 

Your mind contemplated over where you could get a job and find a place throughout the entire ride to the resort, answering half-heartedly to your mother and father. Your brother had opted out of coming in favor of preparing for his exams next week. It’s a pity that this would be the last time you could savor the subtle warmth of these kind, generous people. Who could have thought that the female lead’s love for Yeo Jung-Hwa would break apart a family in the name of love?

Nonsense.You thought, staring out the window and watching the city lights flicker in the darkness, growing brighter and brighter as the family car went deeper into the downtown district. Complete and utter nonsense. 

Yeo Jung-Hwa was growing anxious. Despite the countless hours spent on the phone with the event coordinator and his personal secretary that had all led up to this magnanimous gathering, Yeo Jung-Hwa was growing anxious because you had still not yet arrived. He’s already checked in with security and there hasn’t been any sight of you or the Park family pulling up to the resort’s main entrance. He has spoken with most of the guests by now, expertly weaving between potential investors and partners of his company with a smile and carefully crafted small talk.

By Monday morning he would have so many phone calls and emails to comb through, contracts to create and projects that would be in profit. The future was indeed looking dazzling for the Yeo conglomerate at this rate. 

But his future isn’t complete without you, his sweet little darling. 

He couldn’t believe he had been such a fool that night at the Lotus Pavilion. He wanted to repent for his past transgression, to make it up to you and show that he is remorseful of the words he said to you. Yet despite his best intentions and how he tried to speak to you at the office or sent countless text messages, you ignored him. You blocked his number and treated him with the icy profession he had once mistaken to be your true self; a black-hearted, unsavory woman who is not worthy to be married into the Yeo family.But people can change, and he has. 

He now knows about you. The real you, the soft and cheerful self that hides behind closed doors because a young lady of such high pedigree could never be accepted by her peers for preferring to stay at home knitting or baking sweets than spending a day shopping to her hearts’ content or demanding her husband for attention when he was tired from a day at work. But not you. You would greet him with a smile as you relaxed on the couch, feet up and watching a baking competition before you stood up to give him a big hug or a kiss, welcoming him home.

If he was going to make this domestic homelife he’s envisioned for the two of you into something real, he will need to speak to you tonight. In private. Away from your father and the other guests, just a few moments to turn his fortune around and obtain the love he rightlyfully deserved. So where are you?

Yeo Jung-Hwa’s worries ceased when the sound of high-pitched giggling reached his ears, followed by the loud creakk of the ballroom doors opening, then loud gasps bouncing off the walls. He craned his head away from the couple he was talking to and faced the entrance, heart pounding before it plummeted into the pit of his stomach. It was her. Hyeung Mun-Hee.  A sequined dark blue dress with black gloves that reached to her elbows hugged her lithe body. The sapphire necklace he had gifted to her in the early stages of their relationship sparkled under the lights above. She was dazzling, and walking towards him with pinkened cheeks. No. He thought, taking a step backwards. No, not here! Doesn’t she know that I no longer love her?! My heart belongs to Park Seo-yun! If her father, Park Eun, sees us together, then he’ll have no reason to keep the engagement!

And he wouldn’t. It did not seem like the old man would even want him anywhere near his daughter right now. Why? Well, Hyeung Mun-Hee hugged him right in the middle of adiscussion with an investor, Park Eun walked in with his wife’s hand tucked into his arm at that same moment. You followed right after them. You looked incredibly lovely in the form-fitting blush gown you had worn tonight. However, unlike the boldness of Hyeung Mun-Hee’s attire that screamed for everyone’s attention, yours provoked…nostalgia. A glamor from the early era of movie stars long since gone, and seemed to strike a cord with some of his older guests as they strode towards you and your family.

Their compliments quite flustered you. You had not expected any of it at all, and as you tried to appease everyone, you moved closer to your father. He seemed to have taken the hint and excused them, allowing the gathering to part like a wave to allow you and your parents to float around the ballroom with no further difficulty. Your mother must have seen some of her acquaintances amongst the guests, because she had kissed her husband’s cheek and yours before she drifted towards the other side, exchanging smiles and hugs. 

 He had brushed past Hyeung Mun-Hee and greeted Park Eun, welcoming him. Yeo Jung-Hwa only received a cool nod, and placed an arm around your shoulder, guiding you away from him and in the direction of the dessert table. In a single moment he was embarrassed, humiliated, and angry.

 How dare he? Yeo Jung-Hwa thought, glancing over his shoulder at the Park patriarch. His hands clenched into tight, quivering fists at his sides. How dare he do this to me? I am the host of this event and his future son-in-law! I had not invited Hyeung Mun-Hee to this event, nor am I longer in a relationship with her! What more do I need to do to demonstrate my worthiness to marry his daughter?!

But Hyeung Mun-Hee did not know that she was not supposed to be here. She was talking to some wives who had accompanied their husbands tonight, giggling behind a gloved hand and holding up a wine glass that was half-empty. He gritted his teeth. He will not allow any drunken foolishness to ruin his evening further. Yeo Jung-Hwa was about to call for security to apprehend and escort the intruder out of the building when he saw something disturbing at the bar. 

A man dressed to the nines and whose face Yeo Jung-Hwa had briefly recalled coming to tonight’s banquet by flashing a business card from a rival turned ally conglomerate ordered two drinks from the bored bartender. Once they were poured, the man glanced from left, then right, and pulled out a pill that immediately dissolved into the fizzy alcohol. Ice chilled his blood. No. No, this evening could not be getting any worse!  He thought, weaving his way through the guests and his focus on the stranger. But it got worse. Because the man walked away from the bar, carrying both drinks towards the dessert table and handed the drugged glass to you.  Your father was nowhere to be seen. 

Never had Yeo Jung-Hwa walked so quickly behind someone and clapped them on the shoulder, forcing himself to smile as he addressed the man. “There you are, my good man! I was wondering where you had been hiding! I see you’ve met my fiancée.” He felt the bastard tense up. Good. He then turned to you.

“Please excuse me darling, I’ll be with you in a moment after I have a little chat with this gentleman.” 

You stared at him, bewildered, then nodded. Over his shoulder, he saw you glance down at the wine glass for a moment before setting it on the corner of the table. One less thing to worry about. He thought in relief before he refocused his efforts on maintaining his composure as he walked his companion to the courtyard, closing the glass doors behind him. He turned his attention back to the pervert.

 “What was the stuff you poured into my lover’s glass? A date-rape drug? A truth serum?” His eyes narrowed. “Poison?” He guessed. Nothing. The son of a bitch held his silence. So much for being a merciful host tonight to show that he has changed for the better.  He pulled out his phone and dialed the number for his security team, maintaining eye contact until they arrived. He only had two of them summoned. No need to cause a panic. If anything, he could lie to the guests and say that this man is an uninvited guest and refused to leave. 

He’ll have to contact his employees in the underworld to do a background check later, see if there is any connection to him and any of the guests here. He needed to find out why you were targeted. 

Yeo Jung-Hwa sighed, pressing his index and pointer finger against the side of his head, trying very hard to stop a headache from emerging when he still had so much to do. He wanted to talk to you, even if it was just for a little while. 

“Oh my precious daughter, is it really you?!”

He blinked at the sudden outburst from the center of the ballroom. Standing there was a flabbergasted Hyeung Mun-Hee being embraced by a couple who looked familiar. At least the short man did, in his designer suit and graying hair slicked back. His wife wore a dress that coordinated with  her husband’s. Daughter? Yeo Jung-Hwa couldn’t make sense of the situation. Didn’t she tell him she had been adopted by a couple at the orphanage, and it’s because of them that she is working so hard? 

He crept closer to the scene and tapped the shoulder of a gentleman who stood in front of him. “What is happening?” He whispered. The gentleman looked over his shoulder, and Yeo Jung-Hwa recognized him as Jang Dae-hyun, a partner from the company. 

“Ah, Mr. Yeo! Mr. and Mrs. Choi claim that Miss Hyeung is their daughter who had gone missing on a family trip to a theme park many years ago! Truly, this is a night of blessings!” Mr. Jang smiled. Yeo Jung-Hwa returned it wholeheartedly, or at least he thought he did. 

“What’s with all the crocodile tears?” A young, scruffy man piped up with a raised brow. “This isn’t a reunion. She is your daughter, there’s no question about that, but the three of you were all at the fundraiser my father hosted last week. Don’t you remember?” He stepped forward, spiky brown hair bouncing off the lights. “Mr. Choi, you tried to outbid Mr. Yoon on Lot Number 664 and then made a complaint that he didn’t have enough money to purchase a vintage car when all he’s collected are motorcycles. Mrs. Choi, you tried to calm him down, and you,” He turned his attention to Hyeung Mun-Hee. “I tried to talk to you because I was worried why you never showed up for our marriage interview, but you brushed me off and said you found someone else. Am I assuming that the person in question is a man who is already engaged to a beautiful woman, Yeo Jung-Hwa?” His hazel eyes narrowed.

 “Well? Will you answer me truthfully, Mr. and Mrs. Choi? Hyeung Mun-Hee? Or…should I address you by your true name, Choi Mi-Rae?” He crossed his arms over his chest. “I almost didn’t recognize you. You changed a lot. But I guess a crash diet, more designer clothes, and a haircut can transform someone into a different person.” He frowned. “You were a lot nicer before you became this.” He waved his hand up and down, a look of disgust and disappointment flashing across his face. 

Hyeung Mun-Hee trembled. “You…How dare you say that name?!”

“What? Isn’t that your real -”

“HOW CAN YOU EVEN WANT TO MEET A WOMAN LIKE THAT?” Hyeung Mun-Hee shrieked, pointing a gloved finger at him. “THERE IS NO WAY SOMEONE WOULD WANT A FAT PIG FOR A WIFE, NOT WHEN BEAUTY AND STATUS ARE EVERYTHING IN THIS WORLD! YOU MIGHT BE THE YOUNGEST SON OF THE MYEONG CONGLOMERATE, BUT YOU WERE NEVER MY TYPE, MYEONG GA-EUL!” 

The heartfelt atmosphere changed into an awkward silence at the woman’s words, her chest heaving up and down in anger as she glaring heatedly at Myeong Ga-Eul. It wasn’t until the guests whispered among themselves that she realized the consequences of her actions. With a pale face and slightly parted mouth, Hyeung Mun-Hee or whoever she is rushed towards him, coiling her arms around his middle. She half-buried her face against his chest, hazel eyes brimming with unshed tears and every inch of her body pressed against his. 

“Yeo Jung-Hwa, it isn’t what you think! I truly love you! We are meant to be together, standing on the pinnacle of high society! Nothing can keep us apart, not even that vile tramp Park Seo-yun!” 

In another life, those words were supposed to be a declaration of love. They would have hardened his resolve to break off the engagement with the villainess and move forward in a world of perpetual darkness. But now? They were the final nails of the coffin he had inadvertently created for himself. All because of this beautiful, foolish girl who played him like a fiddle for a fortune she desired above everything, and everyone else.

In a single moment, any hope of repairing his relationship with you had crumbled to dust. 

Monday morning came barreling through Yeo Jung-Hwa’s office before he had even realized that yes, today is indeed the start of a new work week.  Yes, the foundation gala ended in a complete disaster. And if that wasn’t bad enough, everyone from  clients, employees, and  board members have found reasons to suddenly sever ties with the conglomerate. Second thoughts on where to invest for the future. Another job opportunity presented itself to them. It was time to retire and enjoy the Busan beaches. 

The company effectively terminated Hyeung Mun-Hee, no, Choi Mi-Rae, as of Friday evening. He has ignored her text messages and phone calls in favor of trying to reach you, but to no avail. Then again, could he blame you? Everyone knows about his affair, and as his fiancée, your own reputation has suffered. High society would mock, jeer, and shun you because of his actions. 

In hindsight, wasn’t this a satisfactory conclusion? He wanted you to be a stay-at-home parent, never to work another day in your life again and let no one else know how beautiful and intelligent you are. 

Yeo Jung-Hwa shook his head. No. No, that isn’t right to think about it. He needed to go through his emails, ask his secretary to arrange an emergency meeting with the remaining board members about initiating an incentive pay plan for the employees, and talk to PR on how to best to strategize  his next moves. The last thing he wanted to do was cause even more damage to both his reputation and the company by being reckless. 

At lunchtime, his secretary stuttered over the phone that the former leader of the conglomerate was on line one and wished to speak to him. Puzzled, and a little worried why his father of all people is contacting him during work hours, Yeo Jung-Hwa answered it. “Hello?”

“Yeo Jung-Hwa, what is the meaning of this?!” Yeo Jeon roared on the other end. “I had entrusted our family legacy and my friend’s daughter into your care, believing that you were ready to do your duty as a son and a husband! Imagine my surprise when Park Eun came to our door and announced that it would be in our best interest to dissolve the engagement in light of this affair you’ve had with a commoner! Or a conwoman who made you believe she was the one for you, and you fell right into her honeytrap! I raised you to be better than this! I told you there would be people like her in this world, and you had failed. You are a disappointment, Yeo Jung-Hwa. A disappointment!” His father then inhaled a deep breath, exhaling it slowly before he continued. “Given the current circumstances, I have agreed to Park Eun’s terms of dissolving the engagement. We will compensate Park Seo-yun for the time she had spent as an employee of this company, including any emotional or physical distress you have caused with this tryst. You will not contact Park Seo-yun ever again, and if by the gods you had gotten Choi Mi-Rae pregnant, you will take responsibility. Jung-Hwa? Yeo Jung-Hwa, are you listening to me?”

He couldn’t hear anything with the ringing in his ears, the shock vibrating deep in his bones.

They annulled the engagement. His father’s displeasure was evident, and he could swear that his mother was sobbing in the background. He would never see you again. No, no, no! He didn’t want to be separated from you! He still had to apologize to you for what he had done!

It’s been two days since the engagement between you and the male lead had been called off. You did not receive any notifications on the app about Being X’s thoughts on the changes in the script. No congratulations, congratulations, congratulations! Important things must be said three times. No sarcastic message on having better luck in the next loop before finding yourself standing on the set of the first episode again. Nothing except peace in the Park family home as you and your father sat on the couch while your mother was making lunch in the kitchen. 

Now that there weren’t any lingering connections to Yeo Jung-Hwa or his conglomerate, there was no reason for you to keep working under that man’s payroll. Why should you, when you can come work for the family business? Park Eun’s words, not yours thank you very much. Without even allowing you to put in a two week notice, he settled with a resignation letter and another one emailed out to your team, wishing them good luck in their endeavors and how it was a privilege to have worked with them. 

Your father has already organized for you to participate in the new employee orientation next month, so all you had to do was browse through countless documents on potential suitors who might make an excellent addition to the Park family. 

Although you had wanted to wait a little bit longer before even trying to date again, the role of a glamorous and high profile villainess does come with a downside; being sneered at for not noticing your ex-fiancé’s affair soon or allowing it to happen in the first place, and the high expectations of your would-be husband. Arranged marriages had the lowest percentage of divorces in the drama world, if done right. Your relationship had been doomed from the start. How in the world would you be able to find the right person while also weighing their contributions to the conglomerate, social connections, even financial and criminal history background checks? Would their conglomerate benefit the family in any way?

You were about to pick up another folder from the to be read pile when you suddenly felt a weight rest on the crown of your head. Blinking, you glanced to your right and raised a brow at the tired, almost sorrowful expression on Park Eun’s face. 

“Um, Dad? Is everything okay? Do you want to take a break?” You asked. “Maybe have something sweet? Caretaker Lee made some dasik cookies the other day that would go great with some green tea.” You placed the file back down on the coffee table, patting him on the knee as you smiled at him. “Sit tight, let me see if I can get them -”

“I’m sorry, Seo-yun.”

“Huh?” You almost jumped a foot in the air when a large hand covered the one you had placed on his knee, giving it a squeeze. “Dad? Are you -”

“I’m sorry that things turned out the way they did.” He blurted out. “When I agreed to arrange this marriage with Yeo Jeon, I thought that his son would be like him. Honorable, kind, faithful, and knew how to look after the people under his employment. But while Yeo Jung-Hwa has brought great fortune and honor to the family after he became the head of the conglomerate, he is still a boy. Not a man whom I would entrust the happiness of my only daughter with.” He sighed. “You must still marry, but this time, there will be no rush. Decide who you wish to be with, on your own terms. All I ask is that you are certain he is the one you want by your side through the good times, and the bad.”

Your eyes widened. The drama primarily focused on the love blossoming between the two leads, leaving Park Eun’s personal life undisclosed. From the previous loops, you have learned that he is a man of honor and loves his wife very much, despite their own relationship being arranged since they were teenagers. 

Uncontainable joy flooded your heart upon hearing his words, as tears of happiness welled up in your eyes despite your attempts to hold them back. Heart hammering, mind jittery, you released a hoarse laugh before you pulled your hand away from his, and coiled your arms around his shoulders, pulling him into a tight embrace. 

“Thank you.” You whispered in his ear. “Thank you so much.” You felt the vibrations of his own chuckle in your ear as a hand came behind and caressed the back of your head, his fingers running through your hair. 

“But don’t wait too long~.” Park Myung-Ok chirped from the kitchen with a mischievous smile that would put the Cheshire grin to shame. “I want some grandchildren!”

“Mother!” You squeaked, feeling heat rise into your face, your neck, and everywhere else where your flesh was visible to these wonderful, loving characters. Or was it too much of a stretch to acknowledge them…as people now? 

“A package just arrived, ma’am!” Caretaker Lee announced as she strode into the living room, cradling a large crimson box in her hands. “And it came with flowers! It appears to be a gift for the young miss! Could she already have a suitor ready to sweep off her feet?!” Shr exclaimed in excitement. 

Except that you haven’t left the house since quitting the conglomerate and you weren’t active on the upper echelon dating apps yet. Hell, the person in question put the arrangements to meet a matchmaker on hold because they were trying to find a match for someone known to be high-maintenance and short-tempered in social circles, so handling her is already a full-time job. So who in the world would send you a gift? 

“Caretaker Lee, would you mind placing it on the kitchen island?” You asked. She nodded, following your command as you stood up from the couch and walked over. Your father was close behind, while your mother turned down the heat on the stove so that she too could take a peek. There wasn’t a card attached to the bouquet of white tulips tied in a ribbon that matched the box. They smelled nice, so you guessed that counted for something. You set them aside, undid the black ribbon around the box, and lifted the lid.

Your mother screamed, a hand covering her mouth. Caretaker Lee’s face turned white, and she couldn’t utter a word as she slid onto the floor, bright blue eyes wide and teary. She couldn’t find any strength in her legs to move. But who could blame her?

Your father was beside himself with fury, veins throbbing on the side of his neck and his hands clenched into fists by his sides. 

You stood frozen in place, stunned and almost mesmerized by the visceral horror lying in two separate styrofoam compartments. On the left was a heart. A human heart, perfectly preserved without a trace of blood to be seen. The stump where the finger on the right had been cut off had blood seeping from it. Wrapped around it was a delicate, silver band with a large sapphire and little diamonds decorating the edges. It was a ring. A gaudy, expensive ring Choi Mi-Rae had bragged about at the office during episode 30. 

It was the first gift Yeo Jung-Hwa ever gave her. And now, it was supposed to be your gift from him. 

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[unrealistunicorn]

so you dated the wrong person and learned a hard lesson. you chose the wrong major and had to start over again. you cherished a friend who backstabbed you. it sucks, but it’s also going to work out. that’s life; you learn, hurt, love, cry, laugh, and keep going. you experience setbacks and you grow and it’s all okay.

[unrealistunicorn]

To my lover

If you are holding me while I randomly cry

If I have forced you to judge my cooking skills

If you have danced with me like no one's watching

If I stare at our joined hands when we talk

If you have read all my journals

If I can speak of anything with you

If you have heard all my thoughts

If I trust you enough to not be jealous

If you are the last person I want to talk to before going to sleep

If I am the person you trust with all your secrets

If you and I have become we

If respect is something we mutually share

If trust is the foundation of us together

If passion is something we have in abundance for each other

If admiration is something that is seen when our eyes meet

If anger is something which we can manage ourselves

If I am still me and you are still you even when we are us

If romance is something we both define

If affection is something that we don't forget

If love is what we feel with, for, in each other

Then let this go on forever as

my soul has already entwined with yours

 and merged to be something my words can't possibly define 

Then our hearts beat together 

And our love is already divine...........

[unrealistunicorn]

love this trope

yandere!ceo with villainess!reader scenario [part one]

warnings: suicide attempt/implication, implication of obsessive thoughts or love, workplace toxicity.

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Hey guys, and welcome to another original yandere oc x series, featuring the good-looking prick and CEO of his family's conglomerate, Yeo Jung-Hwa. This is a collaboration between me and the incredibly talented @deathmetalunicorn1. Special thanks to @pinkgoldweebgirl and @witch-of-the-writing-desk for their honest feedback on the earlier drafts of this project.

Part Two

Part Three

Everyone has heard or watched the famous daily drama, Love and Fortune. Boasting over 124 episodes, it chronicles the romance between a cold-hearted CEO named Yeo Jung-Hwa and a hardworking, kind-hearted employee at his family’s conglomerate named Hyeong Mun-Hee. Of course, no drama is without conflict because that would be a very boring story to broadcast to the world.

 Including the male lead’s family opposing the idea that would marry someone beneath his social status, the villainous Park Seo-yun refuses to break off her engagement to him even when her feelings are completely one-sided. In retrospect, Park Seo-yun had been written as a vicious and incredibly stupid antagonist so that Hyeung Mun-Hee’s perseverance through such bullying and her devotion towards Yeo Jung-Hwa were highlighted and touched the viewers with her kind heart. At least that is what you believe after being trapped in the world of this drama for…how long has it been? A year? Three years?

 It was hard to keep track of time when Being X -  that’s the name you gave to whatever is controlling this world like a goddamned puppeteer - would reset everything if you tried to act out of character such as amiably breaking up with male lead so he could be with Hyeong Mun-Hee or trying to overdose on sleeping meds in a desperate attempt to escape. Presently this was your fourth loop, and you were not going to let everything, the hard work you’ve put in, to be all for nothing.

You were going to move forward.

You were going to survive. 

You were going to have a peaceful life once this drama is over. 

Just say your lines and be ready for the next scene. Right?

According to the drama’s script, the reason that Park Seo-yun worked for the Yeo family’s conglomerate is because everyone thought it would be a brilliant idea for her to see how the business of her future in-laws operated and be prepared to step in if Yeo Jung-Hwa was incapacitated for any reason. In your humble opinion, it is honestly a bad idea for two reasons. One, it isn’t wise to mix business with a marriage, let alone an engagement that is written to be destroyed upon the arrival of the female lead. Two, it just doesn't make sense. Prosperous businesses are supposed to have a qualified Chief Operating Officer, otherwise known as a COO, to implement plans and the direction that the CEO wishes to follow as well as coordinating with other team managers. 

But this is common sense from the real world. You are stuck in a drama and currently the team manager of the conglomerate’s financial department. You might have a nice office in the back where you can see everything, but it barely alleviated your annoyance with Hyung Mun-Hee as she hunched over her desk, texting on her personal phone instead of correcting the mistakes she made on the documents you were supposed to hand out to everyone at today’s meeting; budget allocations, projected growths and downturns, including whether Team Leader Kim Dokja will be able to hire a few more employees that he really needs to help with the IT department’s neverending workflow. 

You know that this is a pivotal scene in both Heyong Mun-Hee’s character development and the beginning of your downfall. You know that after accusing the female lead of slacking off, forcing her to kneel and apologize for paralyzing your department because everyone worked overtime to cover her unexcused absences, this is when the male lead steps in and protects his darling from being bullied further.

To the writers of Love and Fortune: this example of lazy creativity is why your successful series eventually received backlash and everyone demanded a revamped version. In layman’s terms, fuck you assholes for making your job as the villainess a lot more difficult than it should be. 

You already made her kneel and all that jazz in the last two loops and it didn’t do shit. Not this time. You were going to go for a more subtle, professional approach. As long as it seems like you were antagonizing Hyung Mun-Hee because Love and Fortune is written from her point of view, you should be fine. Hopefully. God, you hoped so. 

If you actually got through this scene, you were definitely going to reward the team for their hard work with some baked goods for breakfast or a catered lunch. You haven’t used your infamous black credit card since this loop started. Rolling your shoulders back, you inhaled a slow, deep breath before leaning over towards the printer, grabbing the documents that the female lead emailed to you. You pretended to read them over, eyes narrowing and fingers thumbing through all of them until you reached the end. Rising from your seat, you walked out of the office and addressed the staff, calmly. 

“Excuse me everyone, but may I have a moment of your time?” Your slightly agitated voice caused all seven team members to stare at you with faces that ranged from confusion, fear, and curiosity. You respectfully incline your head. “Thank you.” You held up your little prop in the air for all to see. “Whoever emailed me the paperwork I am to present at this afternoon’s meeting, please come to my office. I have some questions about the context.”

An uneasy silence fell upon the office, making your heart stink. Shit. You needed to improvise and fast before Being X noticed. You sighed, pressing two fingers to the side of your temple to make it seem like you were starting to feel a headache coming on, which funnily enough you were. 

 “I’m not going to bite anyone’s head off, I promise. There are just a few things in here that do not make sense and I’d like to understand before I am to present them as the team leader.” Please take the bait, Heyong Mun-Hee. You thought pleadingly with your eyes closed. If you have any self-respect left or at least feel a little sorry for being lazy, stand up and admit your mistake so that your perseverance shines through in this scene. You’ve done it before, you can do it again. 

When you opened your eyes, she was still sitting at her desk with wide eyes and a flushed face, clutching her phone as if it were a lifeline. Your eyebrow twitched. You have got to be kidding me. You thought sourly. This isn’t how a female lead is supposed to act, let alone an actual employee of a multi-million won company.

 Fine. If she wasn’t going to come to you willingly, then you couldn’t play nice. 

You were about to call her out  when she suddenly stood up and made a beeline towards your office, passing by you and taking a seat in your office. Huh? Isn’t this a bit rude? Unfortunately your role isn’t to ponder why certain people like common decency. So you turned around, walking back inside your workspace and closing the door behind you. Once you sat down behind the dark mahogany desk that was at least twice the size of a normal cubicle, you booted up your desktop and logged into the company’s bookkeeping program before swiveling the monitor around so that Hyeung Mun-Hee could see where she made her mistakes.

“Assistant Manager Hyeung Mun-Hee, I noticed that there were some miscalculations here,” You moved your cursor over one column. “And here.” You moved it to the right. “Here as well.” You moved it back to the left, right in the middle. “The formula you imputed for Columns H to J is incorrect. I want you to refer to your department manual and make the necessary corrections before sending it out to the other departments. I trust you can handle this task?” 

She should be able to. After all, the female lead had a buffer for being extremely intelligent and a math whiz in the script. That’s why she was selected to work here instead of Human Resources, where her communication skills were also top notch. Hyeung Mun-Hee quickly nodded, standing up from her seat and almost bolting back to her desk, still holding onto her phone like a security blanket. Which was a little odd. You don’t remember her being so protective of it in the previous loops. 

You reclined back against your chair. Oh well, no matter. Time to see this house of cards come crashing down in five minutes. Too bad it can’t be longer. But the show must go on, right? She  might be scripted to fail, but you gave her a chance to correct her mistakes. So in the end, it was truly and solely all her fault, not yours. 

Sure enough the phones began ringing off of the hook, followed by shouting from a few of the senior employees. You got a frantic phone call  from Research/Development manager Choi Iseul, asking why the promised budget had been cut in half. Closing out the screens on your desktop, you reassured the poor girl that you would look into this matter immediately before hanging up. She really didn’t need the stress right now at four months pregnant. 

You stepped out of the office, demanding what was going on. All eyes turned to the leading lady herself, her head down and face pinkened in embarrassment. You blinked. “Assistant Manager Hyeung Mun-Hee, what happened? You did fix the report as I had asked, right?” You controlled the tone of your voice, careful to not show anger and annoyance, strictly professionalism. You were pretty sure that you didn’t sound like a vindictive bitch either. But somehow she took your question as her cue to shout at you, to stop bullying her before running out towards the elevator. And right into the arms of the male lead. 

You exhaled a deep breath, running a hand through [Hair Color] tresses before you turned your attention back towards the team. “I need to fix this report and send it off to the other departments or else things will get ugly. I know I’m asking a lot right now, but could you screen the incoming calls? If any of them asks, please let them know I am making the necessary corrections and will email it to them promptly. Disregard the one that they’ve received from Assistant Manager Hyeung Mun-Hee.” 

Everyone clamored in agreement before diving back into their work, some already answering the phones and reciting exactly what you asked them to say as you bolted towards your office, slamming the door behind you. Considering that this isn’t your first loop, you had already taken the liberty of creating the correct report this morning before clocking in at the office. The issues were the same, so it took you all but twenty minutes to adjust and send it out to the managers. 

The calamity that struck evaporated in an instant, and the phones had stopped ringing. To you, it only heralded the opening sequence of the next scenario. Looking up from your phone, you saw two people walk out of the elevator. The female lead was dabbing her puffy face with a checkered handkerchief, standing by Yeo Jung Hwa himself as he got off his own personal device, no doubt finishing his talk with the CFO about his darling’s little fuck up. 

Placing your phone face down on the desk, you watched them glide across the room before the CEO reached your office, opening the door with a frown stretched across his face. 

Yeo Jung Hwa. The male lead of Love and Fortune, blessed with good looks, riches, and has been in charge of the conglomerate since he was twenty years old. A classic tyrannical CEO that almost everyone loved to read or watch because they’d see how soft he was around his lover and wanted that same kind of treatment for themselves. You saw him as more of a cunning snake who knew what he wanted and would use any means necessary to get it.

But whatever. Time to get into character. You thought as you stood up, eyeing the male lead apathetically. “Good afternoon, sir. How can I help you?”

“Explain what happened.” He said, amethyst eyes narrowing at you. Yes, he has fucking purple eyes thank you goddamned screenwriters. 

You raised an eyebrow. “Explain what, sir?” You asked. “The incident that has everyone in a panic?” Receiving nothing but silence from him, you continued. “It’s been resolved. I’ve already emailed all of the department heads the correct report to refer to at today’s meeting. I did tell Assistant Manager Hyeung Mun-Hee to fix the mistakes I’ve shown her,” You glanced at your employee before averting your attention back to the prick. “But when I looked at what was sent out, she did make a few adjustments…just that it only made matters worse and could have cost the company a lot of money.” You crossed your arms, leaning back against your desk. “Her performance was unacceptable, and she is my responsibility as her team leader. Which is why I would like to have Assistant Manager Hyeung Mun-Hee participate in this month’s upcoming financial seminars. A little refresher for two weeks, using her vacation days, and pass the tests so that there will not be a repeat of this incident again and jeopardize the conglomerate. Or would you see this as unfair treatment of an employee, CEO Yeo Jung-Hwa?”

You watched as the male lead looked over his shoulder, glaring balefully at his lover before he turned back to face you. “So be it. I want to see the results of her tests once they are completed and the lecturers aren’t under your payroll, Team Leader Park Seo-yun.”

“With all due respect, they are under your payroll, not mine.” You said drolly. “I don’t care how long it will take for her to complete the classes or to do the coursework. I want results, same as you. I do want to keep the completion certificates. If she doesn’t do it or chooses not to for whatever reason beyond a medical emergency, suspension with pay. No ifs, ands, or buts. Are these acceptable terms, sir?”

He didn’t like it, you could tell. Any event that separated from Hyeung Mun-Hee would put him in a sour mood and become more of a grouch. Kind of like a child having his favorite toy being taken away because he did something bad. But in this situation he couldn’t afford to have a temper tantrum  for obvious reason:

1) Displaying an immature attitude in a professional environment will make him less appealing to the viewers.

2) As previously stated, it was the female lead’s fault that this whole mess happened. He saw the evidence of her major fuck up, the CFO saw it, everyone did. Trying to sweep it under the rug would only incite more rumors of nepotism. He has a reputation to maintain. 

“...Fine.” He spat out. You nodded, seeing him turn on the ball of his foot and stomp out of the room. Nope, he is not happy about this. Neither is the trembling female lead standing in front of you. She really was a pretty woman, with reddish-brown hair falling past her shoulders and hazel eyes glistening with tears. 

“You’re dismissed. I’ll let you know the seminar schedule once I hear back from HR. Please return to work, you still have two hours left on your shift.”  You said, expecting her to go running to the restroom and cry, have a mental dialogue about how things were unfair right now but she will come out on top and preserve as it was written in the script. Except…she didn’t leave right away. She was glaring at you as if you were the most despicable person in the entire world, which you guess holds some truth. 

“You said this is all my fault, but it isn’t because I wasn’t trained properly! Where do you get off, saying such horrible things like this?! Just because you are rich doesn’t mean you have a great personality!”

Your eyes widened in shock. Okay, this scene was definitely not part of the drama in the last three loops. And she’s smart enough to know to not say this, even if the door is closed! 

Let’s be serious. No one should ever talk to a supervisor like this, even if they are an absolute scumbag and you hate their guts. 

“Assistant Manager Hyeung Mun-Hee, you were trained to learn and carry out these tasks during the ninety day trial period after being hired by the conglomerate,” You said as you tried to calm your racing heart. “I showed you the mistakes you made, and it’s clear that you made almost no effort to fix them. If you had, then this incident would not have happened. That is why you are going to sit through those seminars and take notes, or you will be suspended without pay. This is not up for debate. And just because I am rich doesn’t mean you can talk down to people as if you are better than them, myself included. Now leave. And don’t let me hear such vulgar words in here again or I will punish you. Are we clear?” 

“You-“

“Are you going to make me pull up your file and show everyone your certificates of completion from those training programs, the proof that you were trained to do your job and you’ve chosen to let others do your work for you?” You asked. “It’s fine to ask for help from others when needed, but you have to take responsibility for your actions or else you’ll never be able to surpass me.”

You watched Hyeung Mun-Hee’s face turn a darker shade of magenta and the tremors in her petite frame increase greatly before she excused herself. You could see the steam coming out of her ears; whether it was from embarrassment or anger, you weren’t certain. So long as she got your message and you acted your part as the villainess, then that should have met almost all of the requirements needed to move onto the next episode. The remaining factors were  the viewership score and Being X’s approval. 

The viewership score is a daily simple rating system numbered from 1 to 5 golden stars. If the episode reaches 3 and above, you’re clear. If the score is a 2, and Being X did not like your acting or even how everything played out, the loop would start all over again from the first scene. Perhaps instead of puppeteer, it’s more like a perfectionist director whose opinion can also be swayed by the viewership score. If the audience watching this fucked up universe enjoyed what they were watching, they’ll make it known. 

After all, more ratings means more money, even if you’re not getting paid for this.

 The last two loops where this episode happened, you followed the script to the letter without making any improvs. It didn't work out in the end, as you recalled with a frown at the memory. After being forced to kneel on the floor as you had done to her, you watched the lovebirds embrace. Well, at least the male lead was trying to comfort his ‘pure-hearted’ lover when that bitch smiled down at you from over his shoulder. As if she had won the game and you were the loser. Being X didn’t like the viewership scores back then. Now? Well, that’ll depend on whether or not you’ll wake up to the setting of episode 25 tomorrow morning. It’s either that…or finding yourself in the interview room again with Hyeung Mun-Hee during the pilot episode, her job application in your hand. 

Fuck my life. You thought glumly. 

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Congratulations, Congratulations, Congratulations!

Important things must be said three times.

The viewership score on Episode 24 has arrived!

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