regarding my disappearance from last years, i have been dealing with certain issues in my personal life and health problems and had to put writing on hold.
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IN WHICH, you were hit by a truck while on your way home— and dies! you then transmigrated into an Otome game you borrowed from your friend and now your goal is to survive!
note : been reading too much and itching to write again
multiple love interests! yandere x male! mob character reader
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you died, the end.
at least until you woke up in a body that you doesn't recognised and in an unfamiliar place. your face was somewhat familiar but had a touch of out worldly to it.
almost as if you were in a game.
more specifically an Otome genre of games. you paled, the worst case scenario had happened. not only were you dead but you were also a mob character in a cheesy generic Otome game.
you were the cannon fodder that only serves to push the storyline further. the character that occasionally appears in the game to stir some trouble before being squashed by the cast of main characters.
were you insulted? somewhat.
you were just an average joe living your life one day, excited to play the game you borrowed from your friend, 'Otome Overload' only for you to get hit by a truck and died.
not only that, you were given a second chance at life but only as a background character. you couldn't even land the villain role like a typical transmigration trope.
though you're in no room to complain, you were given a second chance at life and that's all that matters. is there a way to escape? you weren't sure.
if it was like the typical transmigrator experience, there'd be a system practically holding you hostage to complete the missions to go back home.
but, you're by yourself.
from what you remember, 'Otome Overload' has a total of three love interests.
the male lead
the second male lead
the villain
as the mob character, you're only purpose is to pushes the storyline along.
perhaps, if you pushes the protagonist to end up with one of the three love interests and stay out of the trouble, you'll be able to live out in peace.
IN WHICH, he thinks he can fix you. well, not that he minds the way you are right now
tw/ yan thinks he's bob the builder, reader is an asshole,
delulu yan x gn toxic reader
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some may say he's making the wrong decision.
he's heard tales from your exes. that you're an asshole, that you're a bad lover and that you're toxic. but in his opinion, he thinks that you simply haven't found your match yet.
all of your previous partners weren't compatible with you. if they were, you would have changed. you would've been anything but what they describe you as.
personally, he thinks that he is suitable for you! you both shared the same interests and he loves you very much. if you were to tell him to jump off a bridge he'd do itㅡ only if you're jumping with him too. he can't stand the thought of you dating someone after him.
he's your soulmate so if he dies, you need to as well.
if anyone were to asked him how did he even fall in love with you he'd have no definitive answer. when he first saw you, one of your ex was breaking up with you.
she was yelling practically screaming her heads off at you, who were nonchalantly eating your food. you weren't even listening to what she said. it was as if her presence was nothing to you.
by the time she stormed off in tears, you simply shrugged and walked away. and he knew then, you were the one for him. you didn't even have to interact with him, the soul ties between you two had already formed the moment he laid eyes on you.
sure, you're not the nicest person. but he can change that!
tw/ soft to unhinged yan, huge misunderstanding, murders, implied stalking, implied bugging ur house, typical yan behaviour, implied food tampering 'special' ingredients : possibly human remains, bodily fluids, 100% love.
this was long. enjoy it my pearlings ❤
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the first time you stumbled upon a quaint little bakery was on valentine's day. you were planning on picking up a few pastries to enjoy while you spend the day on your own again.
you were surprised to see that it had only a few patrons inside as you enter the bakery, the doorbell ringing as you walked through the door. behind the counter was whom you presume is the owner.
despite the back breaking labour combined with managing the establishment all by himself, he surprisingly looked quite. . . attractive. you shook your silly thoughts away.
are you really that lonely that you're starting to find someone attractive at most random times?
regardless you're here for a reason. to get some treats to indulge in while watching the tv show you have been putting on hold due to your hectic schedule. you'll just pretend that your pet counts as having a company for valentines.
"welcome! you're just in time, the goods are all fresh out of the oven" he enthusiasticly greets while carefully handling a huge tray of steaming hot bread.
now that he mentions it, you had been so distracted by your own thoughts to notice the strong aroma of fresh baked goods that's wafting in the air. your mouth almost salivates as you noticed him stocking up your favourite sweets, [f/s].
it looked appetizing enough to tempt you, if the taste is anything like the appearance. . . you're probably going to buy at least 15 of those.
once again lost in your own world, you didn't notice the curious look the baker had given you. it was endearing really, never had he met someone whom were so enthralled by a pastries in his life. plus, you were a first time customer of his too.
he's pretty sure you're a local, he had seen you walk passed his bakery countless time before but it's a different experience to see you in front of him.
"do you like [f/s]? that's my specialty actually" he lies for absolutely no reason. other than to impress you of course.
don't blame him for shooting his shot, you're a catch!
"uh yeah. i'll take 15 of those, please" you averted your eyes at the last part.
the baker only smiled, he was unfazed and bagged up your pastries. but he also bagged up 5 more of [f/s] in a separate bag and placed it at the counter where you're standing at, eager to get home and eat your sweets.
though you noticed the separate bag he placed next to the larger bag. before you could say anything about it he beat you to the punch.
"that's some extra ones free of charge!"
you were stunned. that was unexpected but not unwelcomed. though it did make you a little shy to accept.
"are you sure? you don't have to"
"yeah. take it as a freebie for your first visit to my humble bakery" he assures you.
oh hell yeah. what a great service.
"thanks, i'll be sure to swing by again soon" you took the receipt and waved at the baker as you walked back to your apartment.
you took a bite out of one of the [f/s], it was delicious as you expected. the baker wasn't kidding when he said it was his specialty.
guess you'll be visiting the bakery again soon.
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it didn't take that long for you to become a regular customer of his.
first of all, the bakery is close to your apartment. second, his baked goods and pastries were absolutely delectable. third and most importantly,
the owner is hot and a total eye candy for you to oogle at.
you're pretty sure anyone would agree after taking one look at him. his body, hardened by the years of hardwork and labour were muscular in all the right places. despite spending a lot of time near a hot oven, he still mantains a youthful look.
if he was single, maybe you'd try to ask him out. maybe though.
cling!
the doorbell rings as you walked in to the bakery after a long day at work. it was quite late, you're surprised he's still open. regardless, you're here to snag some [f/s] and maybe other things that caught your eye.
"hey welcome! great to see you again"
he smiles and greets you as he saw you enters. it's a kind smile, you assumed he gives it to everyone but in your most non delusional opinion, you think he smiles a bit differently when it comes to you. it's wider and sweeter.
"yeah i'm here for the usual. oh, can i get that cheese bread too" nothing wrong with a little bit of cheese action.
"on it!" he breezes through, packing your goods diligently and carefully. once again, you noticed him sneaking in an extra [f/s] again but at this point you already gave up trying to stop him.
"you know you don't have to always give me extras right?"
he simply gave you a coy smile while he rings you up. his eyes widened a fraction and a tinge of blush appeared as your fingers brushed together when he handed the receipt to you.
"but i wanted to though. nothing wrong with being generous to a loyal customer" he lied. he's doing it because he's got a thing for you.
"well, thanks again. i'll try to drop by again tomorrow after workㅡ i think i'm working overtime" you told him. it slips out naturally now that the two of you were somewhat acquainted, at least you were on friendly terms.
"see you tomorrow! thanks for stopping by, [name]!"
he watches as you walks back to your apartment, his eyes not leaving your form until it completely disappears from his line of sights.
he sighed.
did he seriously fell in love with someone he saw regularly? he barely interacts with you outside of the few conversations he'd strike up in a desperate attempt to talk to you. he wanted to be closer to you.
when he got your name, he considers it a big progress in him asking you out. plus, you seems to be interested in him too. he just needs to man up and ask you out the next time you visits.
oh right. he needs to prepare the next batch of [f/s] for tomorrow.
maybe he'll even add something special just for you.
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you were going to ask him out.
at least that's what you were going to initially until you saw an unexpected sight. you have always presumed he was single, both of you were mutually subtly flirting with each other.
then who is that woman clinging onto him? their proximity was close enough that you no friends and family would ever be. you couldn't see his face but there was a tilt to his lips and he wasn't pushing her away.
your heart stuttered in horror, you were flirting with a taken man?!
"im not about to be label a homewreckㅡ hell no" you shook your head in disbelief.
are you heartbroken? slightly but it pales to the horror of realising you almost made a move on someone's boyfriend or husband. either way a taken man. then embarassment sets in, maybe you've read the signs wrong? maybe he wasn't flirting with you, he was just being nice.
you were just delusional and now you're paying the price. damn that rhymes.
as you were about to walk away, you accidentally ran into someone. great . double the embarassment for today. you were about to apologize when the person stops you, you'd recognized that voice.
"mikael?" it's your best friend from high school.
"clumsy as ever, [n/n]~" he has shit eating grin on his face, something never changes for some people.
he's been a great friend of yours ever since high school up to your uni years. you both lost contact once he moved away, you were sad then but you knew you'll meet him again someday.
you just didn't expect that day to be when you found your crush is possibly married and you nearly became a homewrecker. guess there's always a rainbow after a storm.
"fuck off, you just caught me at a bad time" you scoffed. mikael still had his arms around you, you noted.
"yeah sureㅡ"
clank!
you both turned to the sound of a glass breaking from inside the bakery. then your eyes widened, the baker was looking at you. eye widened, pupils shaking and a bloodied hand. under his feet were shards of broken glasses that he had crushed within his grip.
uh. why is he giving you a look as if you've cheated on him?
the woman who was previously clinging to him, shouts in worry and tried to grab his hand to patch him up but he didn't move an inch. he was rooted at the spot and kept glaring at youㅡ no not at you.
he was glaring at mikael. if he could throw daggers with stares alone, mikael would've been dead by now.
you felt awkward and decided to drag your friend along with you to your apartment. guess you won't be visiting for a while to that bakery.
what's his deal? you wonder.
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okay. it didn't take long for you to come back to the bakery.
you don't know what he put in his baked goods but goddamnit you're hooked for life. though, you're a bit nervous to face him after the incident. you wanted to ask him so much questions but you realised that you two weren't exactly the closest.
whatever. you're here for [f/s]. you repeated the mantra in your head.
huh. you swore it hadn't been that late but the bakery lights had dimmed. almost as if preparing to close for the day. when you walked in, the air felt stuffy unlike the usual homey feeling to it.
"god. . what's this smell?" the entire place smells rotten with a tangy stentch of metal. it doesn't smell anything like a fresh out of the oven smell of baked goods. it smelled likeㅡ
death.
the baker walks out from the back area, he still had a smile plastered on his face. in his hands were a tray of [f/s] but you couldn't help but feels something off about that particular batch.
"welcome back, [name]. you hadn't stopped by in a while, i was starting to miss you" he said. his was voice devoid of warmth contrary to the smile on his face.
you gulped. something's not right.
". . . yeah. work has been crazy umㅡ can i have the usual" you tried to keep your cool, your instinct screams for you to bolt.
he nods enthusiasticly, bagging up the [f/s] on the tray instead of the ones already in display. you couldn't help but cringe as one of the [f/s] looked soggyㅡ you wanted to ask him about it but your voice was stucked in your throat.
"i made these especially for you. i knew you were going to drop by today so i made a separate one with . . some new secret ingredients for you!" there was a manic glint in his eyes and it's freaking you out.
you snag one of the suspicious [f/s] before he could take it and tore it open with your handㅡ you're not brave enough to eat it. the inside content, instead of a sugary delight was a mush of red. it's too fleshy to be a berry filling and most noticably, it reeks of blood.
you dropped it immediately, disturb by what you had seen. you looked at the baker who was now standing behind you, his arms wrapped around you. he buried his face in the crook of your neck and breathes in your scent.
your body is shaking with paralyzing fear. if it hadn't been for him holding you up, you would've crumbled on the floor.
"mikael" was all he said. your eyes widened, he couldn't meanㅡ
"what did you do to him?!" you shouted at him, demanding explanation. if this was a prank, it's a cruel one.
"now, now. there's no need to raise your voice at me, sweetheart. i'll say this once and i need you to hear it" the baker only shushes you down with his gloved hands. a cruel smile stretched across his lips.
"that. is mikaelㅡ or was mikael. but i did mixed in that irritating bitch" he pointed at the lumpy fleshy mess that was spilling out of the [f/s].
"whaㅡ"
"tell me [name], you could've asked me to clear the misunderstanding. but you ran away with that bastard instead" he sneers as he recalled the day something shifted within him.
he grasps your face and his grip was gentle enough that it won't hurt you but strong enough to keep you in place.
"that bitch. you thought she was my girlfriend right? you could've been any more wrongㅡ she was someone i knew from back then. i had always ignored her but that day she crossed the line" he was shaking with anger, he was going to pop a vein from how enraged he was.
"it was because of her. you ran away to him because of her" his grip was tightening around you.
he inhales sharply, trying to calm himself down before he loses himself completely. the hands on your face fell to his side. you flinched as he buries his face in your shoulder, you couldn't see what his expression he's making but you had a feeling it's frightening.
"but why did you have toㅡ" you choked on your words.
you couldn't bring yourself to say it. the fact that mikael and that woman had been killed by this maniac. from the corner of your eyes, you saw his fists balled up. it was as if he was restraining his anger.
"they deserve it. if it hadn't been for them, we could've been so great. everything was falling into places until they messes it all up!"
huh?
"you wanted to ask me out, i heard you say it before you go to bed every night. that dayㅡ i could've have you but those bastards just have to ruin it for me"
how did heㅡ!
"were you stalking me?!" you were beyond scared by now. this man is an absolute creep and now a murderer.
finally he lifts his face, your heart dropped to your stomach. he had a lovesick look to his faceㅡas if he hadn't confessed to stalking you.
or the tables turned and you're on the receiving end of your crush who has become a yan for you.
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imagine you were obsessed with a guy. you spent years trying to earn his affection, even a glance from him would be the highlight of your day.
you practically worship the grounds he walked on. everyone thought of you as a weirdo and a creep.
which is true.
though what other people thinks doesn't matter to you. all that you care is him. you wanted him to love you back, even if it's not the same extent as you.
but at some point it can get tiring. reality hits you like a cold water.
you've wasted years of your life chasing after someone's shadow. it would've been worth it if you managed to get his love in the end but as you stared at the calender of a new year.
it's time to end this.
what you hadn't accounted for is for your crushㅡ now ex crush to now be the one chasing after you.
tw/ noncon pics taken, creepy shots taken, invasion of privacy, yan behaviour, reader is clueless to yan creepiness
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yan photographer who had taken photography as a hobby. he had always been talented when it comes to taking scenic views and amazing pictures.
yan photographer who do freelance photography. his equipments are all professional due to him coming from a very wealthy background. he'd get hired to photograph a wedding, graduation or other events.
yan photographer who is a bit eccentric. for a very long time, he has been searching for a muse. he is talented but overtime he grew bored of photography and was considering of dropping it if he doesn't find his muse soon.
yan photographer who was the photographer of your relatives wedding. there, it felt like he had been struck by cupid's arrows when he locked eyes with you.
yan photographer who knew then and there that you're the muse he's been looking for. after he's done with his job, he nervously approaches you. he offered you a job as a model for his upcoming project and you being broke, accepted it.
yan photographer who while working with you couldn't help but falls in love with you. he'd usually be professional when it comes to the models he works with but when it comes to you, he couldn't help but let his guards down.
yan photographer who slowly grew obsessed with you the longer you worked together. the pictures he had taken of you as the model for his project was stashed away for his personal use.
yan photographer who made up an excuse to enter your home under the pretense of capturing some domestic photos of you. when in reality, he's mapping out the layout for his next visits. except you wouldn't know though, he'll make sure you'll never find out.
yan photographer who returned back to your house late at night. you were none the wiser, sleeping peacefully. he broke into your house with a purpose though, he planted cameras around every corner and bugged your electronicsㅡ including your phone.
yan photographer who despite having full surveillance of your home, didn't stop there in terms of his creep behaviour. he'd follow you around in secret to take candid photos of you. in his opinion, it's 10x better than the professionally shots he took since he was able to capture you simply being yourself.
yan photographer who have at least 3 albums full of just candid pictures of you. he cherished every single one of them because it's you. his bedroom and study walls were covered with photos of you. he'd then draw red hearts all over your face and crosses out the other people in the pictures.
they don't deserve to be in the same photo as you, they could never amount to your beauty.
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