hey its been a while and my trial is two weeks away, and just wanna reccomend a manhwa titled surviving as a maid. IM SO STRESS WITH MY EXAM AND NOW IM STRESS FROM READING MANHWA CAUSE OF THE PLOT TWIST DAMN IT anyway guys go read it, its so good im gonna die I HOPE SHE END UP WITH SIR MIOOO
first and foremost, im truly sorry if anyone ever wait for fics update so here an explanation post
this year im kinda busy since i have big exam coming up, and i need to focus on 11 subjects and def need to score them so i think im not gonna post anything till next year? im sorry for the wait, theres bunch of fic in my draft but its still in the process
oh by the way, i have another arabic debate contest on 8 may, pray for us!! kinda excited cause its been ten years my sch sent a group(?) and we finally got to the next stage yeay!
oh and also pray for me my trial spm is on june im gonna get killed if i got another fail in trial
oficially, bubyee, see ya guys around if my trial got 9 A and fic uploads! and if didnt get 9 A for my trial, no fics upload till next year (last paper on 3rd dec actually lol)
hye sorry for the inactivity, kinda busy since i joined the school's debate team and kinda chaotic cause its in arabic guys (you guys shud be proud that yo girl is a multilingual prodigy) anyways we have yan alpha but what about yan clingy omega? pt ii of this kinda bland tho ask 4 more if you want, constructive critism is welcome
t.w. reader starts to fall for yan alpha im afraid
w.c 822 m.list
it’s been two days and nothing really happened, but the looks never stopped
every time you walk past, someone would go quiet, someone would whisper, someone would stare just a bit too long before turning away
you don't need to hear it to know it's about you, specifically after the slap incident
you rest your head on the table, cheek pressed against the cold surface, pen spinning lazily between your fingers while the lecturer keeps talking
"and this group project will be part of your carry marks, around 15 percent... or maybe i should make it higher?" he hums
a few gasps slip into the air, but you don't even bother looking up
your pen slows
"oh and one more thing, same group as before, no changes"
this time the class reacts louder, groans and complaints filling the room, chairs scraping against the floor
your grip tightens around the pen
great, just great
you let out a quiet groan under your breath as others start moving around, calling out to their groupmates, some laughing, others already complaining
you stay where you are, too lazy to even look for him
"usual place?"
his voice cuts in before you can even sit up straight
you look up
he's already there, standing right in front of your table like it's the most normal thing in the world, like nothing happened, like you didn't spend two days avoiding anything that has to do with him
you blink once, then push yourself up a little
"yeah... sure"
you nod, trying to act normal
it should be fine since he's not drunk this time, you think
—
the door clicks behind you as you follow him inside, softer than you expected, a dull thump echoing through the apartment
you trail after him toward the kitchen, the usual place you both end up doing assignments, mostly because of the big table and easy access to snacks
halfway through the living room, you stop in your tracks
something smells different
a light, zesty lime scent lingers in the air, not strong enough to sting but just enough to stay in your head
you frown. you're pretty sure it wasn't here the last time you came over
"since when do i even notice things about him...?"
you mutter under your breath before walking into the kitchen
—
three hours pass before you even realise it
papers scattered, laptop open, soft typing and pages flipping filling the space
and somehow, nothing happens
no teasing, no weird comments, no drunk behavior
just quiet, comfortable silence fills the space
you lean back slightly, a small breath slipping out without you noticing
a blessing at last
he looks up "want to stop?"
he takes off his glasses, pinching the bridge of his nose before glancing at you again
"we can order takeaways... if you're hungry"
a small pause
"my treat"
you perk up without realising
"sure... that sounds nice"
he's about to say something else when your phone suddenly rings
you freeze, the screen lights up
calling... loml <3
your eyes widen
'shoot'
you grab it quickly, a little too quickly
"hey, what?"
you stand up fast, already walking to the living room
"aww, don't you miss me, darling?" the voice laughs softly
"landing this evening, wanna pick me up? even got chocolates from swiss for you"
you roll your eyes, leaning against the wall
"you have a butler, go bother him instead"
"but you promised we'd go out when i'm back, right?" you could totally imagine him pouting, lips pursed up with glint of lippies he reapplies every 30 minutes
"i didn't say the second your butt touches the ground at the airport, idiot"
his laugh echoes and you groan, dragging a hand down your face
"go annoy someone else, i have assignments"
"ouch, so cold!"
"yeah yeah, bye"
you hang up before he can continue
for a second, it's quiet
too quiet
you stare at your phone, then sigh and head back to the kitchen
he's still there
same position, eyes on his laptop, typing like nothing happened
like he didn't hear anything
but something feels off
"uh... how about chinese tonight?" you suggests, sitting down
"kinda craving something spicy"
he pauses, just for a second, then nods
"sure"
—
you reach for your pen again, trying to focus
the silence stretches, filled with soft typing and pages flipping
normal, awkward even and just when you sigh, relief that he doesn't ask—
"friend?"
his voice cuts in
you blink, looking up
he's still staring at his screen
"that call," he adds
"a friend?"
your fingers stop mid-air
"yeah" you answer, a bit too fast
"just a friend"
he hums softly "you sounded close"
this time he glances up, just for a second
and it's enough to make your stomach tighten
"we've known each other for a long time" you shrug
"that's all"
"mm"
he leans back, taking off his glasses again, cleaning the lens slowly with his shirt
"love of my life," he repeats under his breath
your heart skips, 'shoot he definitely saw the contact' you internally screaming as your palm sweats
he puts his glasses back on, finally looking at you
"interesting nickname for 'just a friend'"
"he's the one who set it" you mumble "i'm too lazy to change it"
the words come out quick, too quick your brains barely registers anything
and suddenly you regret saying anything at all
because why are you even explaining?
he's not your boyfriend, so why does it feel like you just got caught cheating?
smth smth abt yan golden boy of the academy! tried making this to have a psychological and something spirit-y involved!! constructive criticism is welcome + ideas for pt2 ask 4 more if you want!
tw. yandere
wc. 875 m.list
you first noticed him properly not because he was the golden boy
and not because he was the football team captain, the club president, or the top-ranked science stream student — the one who scored a ridiculous ninety-nine in physics across three classes with more than ninety students combined, or the one who had girls flocking to him the moment he stepped into the cafeteria, his desk and locker always piled with chocolates and love letters
you noticed him because there was something… wrong about the way he acted
you were sure you saw it between the library shelves, specifically the fiction aisle
a black shadow
something he talked to
something he collided with
you had only been minding your own business — which meant skipping pe and hiding in the library when you were supposed to be resting in the infirmary after telling the teacher you were “sick,” like you always did
you also thought you were very good at keeping your mouth shut
apparently, that day your mouth malfunctioned and chose violence, theoretically ending your life
because a small squeak escaped you when you saw him move
and the shadow moved with him
because what the actual hell was that ?
after that, you ran
you had never run so fast in your life. usain bolt would have been proud. you sprinted all the way back to pe, slid onto the court, and pretended nothing had happened
for the first time in your existence, you would rather play dodgeball than skip class
—
you never saw him the same way again
the golden boy image shattered completely, replaced by one word
hazard
you would rather face a deadly plague than cross paths with him ever again
unfortunately, fate has a twisted sense of humor
if fate could be described with one adjective, you would choose sadistic
you blink and stare down at the paper again. maybe you need new eyes, you think, rubbing them tiredly. you did just finish a pre-calculus pop quiz, after all
the bell rings,
the sound feels like mockery in your ears
you glance at the list one last time before dragging your feet toward the hall for the grand launching of the so-called mentor–mentee program, a sigh escaping your mouth for what feels like the hundredth time
MENTOR–MENTEE PROGRAM
NUMBER 16
(name) (last name) — MENTEE
well
you don’t even need to look up to know who the mentor is
—
students scatter toward the exits after the speech ends, rushing to find their assigned mentors. your friends disappear quickly — some excited because they got paired with their crushes, some lucky enough to get the same mentor as their friend group
you just groan
slowly, you shuffle toward the hall exit, not even bothering to search for him
maybe if you walk fast enough, you can pretend you never saw the list
maybe he won’t show up
maybe, just maybe—
a light tap lands on your shoulder
you freeze, your thoughts poof
“running away already?” a calm voice says behind you
your stomach drops
you don’t want to turn around
you really, really don’t
but you do anyway, like something magnetic is pulling you
and there he is
smiling warmly and perfectly, like a porcelain doll
like he always does in front of everyone
except now, standing this close, you notice something different
his shadow on the floor doesn’t match his posture at all
it leans slightly toward you
like it’s trying to reach you first
you take a small step back and force your voice to sound normal
“uh… where do you want to hold the tutoring session? the library seems nice, right?”
crowded places are safer
there is no way you are willing to be alone with him in some empty classroom
“sure,” he says easily. “i thought the same.”
his smile widens slightly
“the staff already reserved a study room for me. i use it often when i come to study there. it’s much quieter than the open space.”
your heart drops
oh no, not the freaking study room where the windows are all tinted
he tilts his head
“it will be easier for you to focus on the tutoring,” he adds softly
then, after a brief pause, his eyes flicker downward — not to your face
but to your shadow
“or you can focus on me instead, if you want to.”
he flashes a bright, harmless smile, eyes crinkling like he has never once hurt anyone in his life
and for a split second, you almost believe it
almost step closer, almost forget, too stunned that even your breath caught in your lung
until his shadow suddenly jerks
it stretches unnaturally across the floor
toward you, toward your feet
like a hand reaching
your breath catches
and before you knew it, your body moves before your brain does
you turn sharply and start walking toward the library
fast, very fast that you felt your mother would be amazed if she knew her child suddenly became an athletic person
pretending you hadn’t seen anything at all, you quickly plugged in your earphones, trying to calm yourself down with music
behind you, his footsteps follow
slow, steady and unhurried
because he already knows you have nowhere else to run ♡
just some random thought on... yan alpha x beta gn reader ^^ ask 4 more if you want, construtive critism is welcome
t.w biting?
wc. 906 m.list
you had your mindset fixed like stone that you were going to be fine in life. at the very least, safe from pesky, egocentric alphas and those overly cutesy omegas who clung to people the moment they liked someone
being a beta wasn’t so bad
maybe it felt a little off sometimes, considering you came from two alphas and all your siblings were alphas too, while you ended up as some rejected experiment. at least, that’s what your older sister liked to say. but you never really took it to heart, especially after experiencing life in the same house with an alpha in rut
honestly, you were grateful you weren’t one of them, or an omega at all. no need for suppressants, no monthly leave just to survive a rut
still, what was life without a few problems looming over your head?
you stared at your reflection in the mirror, eyes dull. one hand gripped a frozen pouch from a cheap convenience store, pressed against your neck. you winced when the soreness barely improved. hell, it had been three freaking days since the incident. scratch the word incident, it was a tragedy, a catastrophic one
you glanced at the time and grunted as you stood up, tossing the pouch onto the bed while getting ready for class. how you wished you could skip today, but finals were creeping closer, and the mere thought of your mother’s face was enough to drag you out the door
by afternoon, you were finally done with lectures. you sighed in relief when you realized you hadn’t seen him around yet. that alone made today a good day
you headed toward your usual café, craving something sweet after going so long without a treat
before you could reach it, you bumped into something —no, someone
you stumbled back with a small “ouch,” dizziness washing over you as you clutched your head. you were sure you hadn’t just walked into a wall
before you could process anything, a voice cut in
“ah, here you are. i’ve been searching all over the faculty for you”
someone grabbed your hand
“hey, what the— ” you yanked it back sharply and looked up
and just like that, the café vanished from your mind. your face went rigid as you immediately tried to move away
“aw, is it that traumatizing for you?” he chuckled. “i’m sure it wasn’t that bad”
he pulled you closer, an arm wrapping around your hip as he hummed softly
“you look perfect here, don’t you think?”
you tried to shove him away, but a shiver ran down your spine when he suddenly tugged your coat down instead
“hmm. it’s still here. that’s good,” he murmured while inspecting your neck. “didn’t expect a beta like you to hold it so well. or maybe you’re actually an o—”
you didn’t know where the strength came from, but pap— your palm connected with his face
the sound echoed through the hallway
people turned to stare as you stepped back, then quickly walked in the opposite direction. it was better to return to your tiny studio apartment than deal with that bastard any longer
you didn’t care if the university forums exploded over the famous prince charming getting slapped by you
you slammed the door shut once you got home. your bag dropped to the floor as your body collapsed onto the bed. heat crept up your face as you grabbed your pillow and punched it repeatedly
“damn it… why do i blush over him?” you groaned, tugging at your hair
your breathing grew heavier as your fingers brushed the mark on your neck. you winced
seriously, you were grateful you weren’t an omega. how did they endure this kind of pain? the fact that you were only a victim because he had been drunk at the time made it worse. much, much worse
maybe you could’ve considered him if he hadn’t bitten you at the bar while celebrating the new freshmen
reality hit you again, and you groaned
“get over it and focus on your cgpa, idiot,” you muttered as you sat up and forced yourself to work through the pile of assignments
—
it had all been part of his plan
that drunk, goofy, big alpha act had been fake from the start. his alcohol tolerance was high, and the drinks at the bar had barely affected him
he had taken interest in you long before that night, back when you were grouped together for assignments. your straight face, your disinterest in socializing, the way you stuck with other betas instead of alphas or omegas — it was perfect to him
he hated the way omegas flocked around him, hated their overly sweet scents. not that he disliked it at first, but over time he grew bored
he wanted something new
something like you
your scent was faint, almost blank. clean detergent with a hint of citrus
he fell head over heels for that damned scent and honestly? he would do anything just to smell that scent again
but he knew better than to rush
he needed it to look like you were the one falling for him
his pride wouldn’t survive otherwise. an alpha being pursued by a beta? a reversed role in this society? the university forums would never let that go
so he planned carefully and eventually, he would have you completely swept away by him
until you were his
and his alone ♡
@meiwritesyan 2026. all right reserved. do not copy, repost or claiming my work as your own!
smth smth abt platonic yan crown prince! it's joseon themed since i lurveee historical cliche settings in manhwa. constructive criticism is welcome and ask 4 more if you want to!
tw. male reader
wc. m.list
your breath shallows as you steady yourself, adrenaline still coursing through your veins. it takes a moment to calm down, to remind yourself to breathe properly
it’s the last day of the harvest festival, and of course, as someone who loves food and breaking rules, you went. you wanted to experience it properly, without guards watching your every step
don’t stop. keep walking. follow the flow
you slip through the crowd just as the servants instructed back then when you ask tips from them to sneak out after curfew. bodies brush past you, laughter spilling into the air, the scent of grilled food clinging to everything. excitement bubbles in your chest when you spot a live performance—music ringing out, people dancing, strangers sharing food and smiles
you stop when you notice the lanterns floating above. without thinking, you rush to get one for yourself. you’ve only ever seen this in dramas—sweet couples lighting lanterns together, releasing their wishes into the sky
who cares if you’re alone? who cares if you don’t even have a wish?
you light it anyway. perhaps it’s simply because you didn’t want to miss out
just as you release the lantern, something flicks your hand
the touch is cold. you don’t need to look to know who it is
“can’t we stay just a little longer?” you pout, blinking dramatically at her
well, not exactly her. a ghost. specifically, a court maid ghost, and a strict one at that. perhaps she never quite let go of her routines from when she was alive
“it’s already midnight. you’ve had more than enough time to enjoy this festival,” she says flatly.
you grumble but nod. better to agree than endure an entire night of nagging
and so begins the adventure of sneaking back into the palace without being caught
the court maid is helpful, even if she nags like a granny, warning you of patrol routes, pointing out places haunted by spirits lurking for an innocent victims
everything goes smoothly. you’re only a few steps away from your chamber when she suddenly stops talking
then she vanishes into thin air
you furrow your brow. “noona?”
no response
exhausted from the entire sneaking out ordeal, you decide to let it go. you pull out the last piece of tteok, munching on it as you slide open the door to your chamber
and freeze
a pair of sharp eyes stare back at you
the figure lounges on your comforter, and even in the dimness of night, you can clearly see the displeasure etched on his face
“e-eh, jeonha… w-what are you doing here?” sweat trickles down your forehead as your stomach flips
so that’s why the court maid disappeared, huh?
“it seems you enjoyed yourself at the harvest festival,” he says calmly
smth smth abt yan golden boy of the academy! tried making this to have a psychological and something spirit-y involved!! constructive criticism is welcome + ideas for pt2 ask 4 more if you want!
tw. yandere
wc. 875 m.list
you first noticed him properly not because he was the golden boy
and not because he was the football team captain, the club president, or the top-ranked science stream student — the one who scored a ridiculous ninety-nine in physics across three classes with more than ninety students combined, or the one who had girls flocking to him the moment he stepped into the cafeteria, his desk and locker always piled with chocolates and love letters
you noticed him because there was something… wrong about the way he acted
you were sure you saw it between the library shelves, specifically the fiction aisle
a black shadow
something he talked to
something he collided with
you had only been minding your own business — which meant skipping pe and hiding in the library when you were supposed to be resting in the infirmary after telling the teacher you were “sick,” like you always did
you also thought you were very good at keeping your mouth shut
apparently, that day your mouth malfunctioned and chose violence, theoretically ending your life
because a small squeak escaped you when you saw him move
and the shadow moved with him
because what the actual hell was that ?
after that, you ran
you had never run so fast in your life. usain bolt would have been proud. you sprinted all the way back to pe, slid onto the court, and pretended nothing had happened
for the first time in your existence, you would rather play dodgeball than skip class
—
you never saw him the same way again
the golden boy image shattered completely, replaced by one word
hazard
you would rather face a deadly plague than cross paths with him ever again
unfortunately, fate has a twisted sense of humor
if fate could be described with one adjective, you would choose sadistic
you blink and stare down at the paper again. maybe you need new eyes, you think, rubbing them tiredly. you did just finish a pre-calculus pop quiz, after all
the bell rings,
the sound feels like mockery in your ears
you glance at the list one last time before dragging your feet toward the hall for the grand launching of the so-called mentor–mentee program, a sigh escaping your mouth for what feels like the hundredth time
MENTOR–MENTEE PROGRAM
NUMBER 16
(name) (last name) — MENTEE
well
you don’t even need to look up to know who the mentor is
—
students scatter toward the exits after the speech ends, rushing to find their assigned mentors. your friends disappear quickly — some excited because they got paired with their crushes, some lucky enough to get the same mentor as their friend group
you just groan
slowly, you shuffle toward the hall exit, not even bothering to search for him
maybe if you walk fast enough, you can pretend you never saw the list
maybe he won’t show up
maybe, just maybe—
a light tap lands on your shoulder
you freeze, your thoughts poof
“running away already?” a calm voice says behind you
your stomach drops
you don’t want to turn around
you really, really don’t
but you do anyway, like something magnetic is pulling you
and there he is
smiling warmly and perfectly, like a porcelain doll
like he always does in front of everyone
except now, standing this close, you notice something different
his shadow on the floor doesn’t match his posture at all
it leans slightly toward you
like it’s trying to reach you first
you take a small step back and force your voice to sound normal
“uh… where do you want to hold the tutoring session? the library seems nice, right?”
crowded places are safer
there is no way you are willing to be alone with him in some empty classroom
“sure,” he says easily. “i thought the same.”
his smile widens slightly
“the staff already reserved a study room for me. i use it often when i come to study there. it’s much quieter than the open space.”
your heart drops
oh no, not the freaking study room where the windows are all tinted
he tilts his head
“it will be easier for you to focus on the tutoring,” he adds softly
then, after a brief pause, his eyes flicker downward — not to your face
but to your shadow
“or you can focus on me instead, if you want to.”
he flashes a bright, harmless smile, eyes crinkling like he has never once hurt anyone in his life
and for a split second, you almost believe it
almost step closer, almost forget, too stunned that even your breath caught in your lung
until his shadow suddenly jerks
it stretches unnaturally across the floor
toward you, toward your feet
like a hand reaching
your breath catches
and before you knew it, your body moves before your brain does
you turn sharply and start walking toward the library
fast, very fast that you felt your mother would be amazed if she knew her child suddenly became an athletic person
pretending you hadn’t seen anything at all, you quickly plugged in your earphones, trying to calm yourself down with music
behind you, his footsteps follow
slow, steady and unhurried
because he already knows you have nowhere else to run ♡
smt smth abt yan platonic brother sets in historical themes! kinda mild + soft yan imo tho ehe construtive critism is welcome ask 4 more if you want to
tw. grammatical error, yandere
wc. m.list
your breath steadies as you sink into the green grass beneath you, humming a soft lullaby while watching the stars. the servants’ chatter you overheard earlier turns out to be true, this hill behind the estate really does offer a breathtaking view of the night sky. if you’re lucky, they said, you might even catch a shooting star
crickets chirp in the background, leaves rustling as the cool wind brushes past. you lie there quietly, eyes tracing the constellations above, one hand reaching for your small notebook. the pencil moves quickly as you sketch the shapes you recognize, savoring this rare moment of freedom.
before-
prak!
your head snaps toward the sound. leaves rustle again, too deliberate to be the wind
there’s only one person who could track you down this easily
you spring up, ready to run before you’re caught red-handed, but a familiar voice stops you in place. before you can react, a calloused hand catches your wrist, spinning you around. both hands cup your face, fingers searching frantically for any scratches or injuries
“what were you thinking, (name)?” his voice is tight. “jumping out the window and making everyone worry, just to come here?”
you gulp, avoiding his sharp gaze. fighting back would lead nowhere, it always does
“the stars are beautiful tonight, brother,” you say softly while pointing to the sky. “it would be a waste to sit alone in my chamber, right?” as you try to make a point
his expression doesn’t soften
“no more going out alone,” he says. “ever again. even the garden.”
your jaw drops as you look up at him. “even the garden? that’s ridiculous!”
“just like your attitude tonight”
his grip tightens as he pulls you along, dragging you back toward the estate. you don’t resist. you know better than to make things worse.
instead, you walk in silence, stealing one last glance at the stars above. they twinkle quietly, the forest humming in rhythm, as the final traces of freedom slip away.
smth smth abt reader who have amnesia! it was inspired by some yan fic i read in tumblr but its abt the yan who got the amnesia + a wattpad series i read so yep, construtive critism is welcome + ideas to end it ask 4 more if you want to
tw. yandere, implied kidnap, stockholm syndrome, memory loss
wc. 1486 m.list
it was the same routine, over and over again. at some point, even clocks had lost their importance in your life. you didn't bother looking at them anymore
you woke up every morning to the same dull existence. days blended into one another without anything exciting or even troublesome enough to stand out to be remembered
of course, there were still comforts in your bland life being smothered in kisses by your husband before he left for work felt like heaven. servants lined up to attend to your every need, making sure you never had to lift a finger. they (or rather, your husband) always said any strain would be bad for you, especially after your recent accident
the one that left you with amnesia
every day, you tried to remember
you wandered through the house restlessly, searching for fragments of memories that refused to surface. today was no different. the routine remained the same. quiet. empty
you liked lingering near the garden, drawn to the greenery beyond the glass. but the servants always stopped you. they said your husband only allowed it if he was with you
so instead, you paced the hallways, sometimes stopping by the large windows to watch the gardener carefully tend to the plants
your steps slowed as you looked up the wall
hand unconsciously lifted to touch the large framed photograph hanging on the wall
your wedding photo you were grinning widely, almost foolishly happy. his hands rested securely on your hips, and his eyes were fixed on you instead of the camera. making the pictures looks like it was taken from pinterest
you stared at it, trying to remember. anything at all. even fragments would have been enough
but nothing came. nothing ever did no memories of your wedding. no memories of falling in love. only dots of your childhood and high-school era floating around your mind
your husband always filled in the gaps for you
he told you that you met through a cliché love story. on valentine's day, you accidentally spilled coffee on his shirt while rushing to your shift. you insisted paying for the cleaning, and from there, everything else became history
as you continued staring at the frame, you heard chatter down the hall, probably the servants talking before their shifts ended
you ignored it, even though a small part of you wanted to join them. it would only end in awkward silence if you join them
you had noticed it many times before
the servants were afraid of you
their shoulders stiffened whenever you passed. their eyes darted away too quickly. as if staying near you made them uncomfortable
you often stood in front of the mirror, studying your reflection, trying to figure out what was wrong
you couldn't find anything
you looked normal. the same as in the countless photos of you and your husband
still, you tried. badly
you smiled at them whenever you could. you attempted small talk, even lingered in the staff pantry during their breaks, hoping to feel included for once
it never worked
they avoided eye contact. conversations died the moment you entered. sometimes they scattered completely. other times one of them would gently guide you back to your room, reminding you that the pantry wasn't a place for someone like you
and that your husband wouldn't like seeing you socializing with them
you hated it
you tried so hard just to talk, to feel normal. but all you ever received were polite, distant replies
it felt like a victory when someone spoke more than five words to you
to make things worse, you didn't have access to a phone. only the television. it never showed news or anything current, just the same cycle of shows and movies
and somehow, it never played your favourite genres. no thrillers, no mysteries
when you once asked your husband about it he simply changed the subject and became unusually clingy to close the matters, a signal for you to stop asking things he doesn't want to hear
after standing there for a while, you resumed walking, continuing your quest exploration even though you had done it countless times before
your steps stopped in front of his study
the one room he had strictly forbidden you from entering
and today, the door was slightly open maybe a servant had left it that way after cleaning
curiosity crept in and before you knew it, your feet had move towards the room
you stepped inside
the room was dim, the blinds drawn tightly. a large mahogany desk sat in the center. files were stacked neatly across its surface, alongside a few notebooks and a framed photo of you smiling warmly
your chest fluttered at the sight, unconsciously grinning foolishly as you sat in his chair idly and began opening the files mindlessly
business. finance. numbers
boring
then one file caught your attention it was deep burgundy, completely different from the rest
you opened it as your brows slowly furrowed
inside were newspaper clippings. dozens of them, carefully arranged. some were printed from online sources
your breath caught when you noticed the byline
written by: (name) (last name)
every single article was written by you. you flipped through them again, heart beginning to pound
your name was there. over and over
you didn't remember ever becoming a journalist
your husband had told you that you studied forensic science but never worked in the field
maybe it was someone else, yeah coincidence happened, right?
but something about it felt wrong, utterly wrong especially because your husband hated anything related to crime or mystery
so why was he collecting criminal case articles like it's some rare artifact from the louvre?
your fingers moved to a small leather notebook beside the files while your mind still racing, thinking about the articles
it was worn, and got a label on the cover
[February 23' - April 25']
it's edged softened with age. you opened it as your frown deepened
your hands immediately began to shake
every page was about you
2nd february 23'
i discovered that (name) works as a forensic journalist today. so focused, so precise. i can’t help but watch how it reminds me of the times at high school
4th february 23'
i observed (name)'s morning routine. (name) will stop at the café before work. orders the same coffee every day. still the same one from high school
9th february 23'
saw (name) writing by the window. natural light seems to help (name) focus. i'll make sure to prepare a reading corner with natural light in our home soon
14th february 23'
we ran into each other today and (name) accidentally spilled coffee on my shirt. (name) panicked, insisted on paying for cleaning. adorable. and what makes it even cuter is today is the valentine’s day
21st february 23'
i noticed the way (name) often forgets to eat when absorbed in work. headaches come quickly after that and (name) seems to rely on aspirin. seems like (name) doesn't change at all even after high school ended
18th march 23'
coworker behavior concerning. (name) laughed it off, but discomfort was obvious. i'll make sure that pest gets consequences
14th july 24'
(name) mentioned moving to another city today to the office manager. seemed solemn about it. can’t allow changes like that. best to pull some strings so that it will not happen
11th august 24'
(name) looks peaceful when asleep. hope the chain didn’t leave marks since i'm afraid (name) will act rashly after waking up
30th october 24'
(name) starts to become docile and talks more. eating frequently too
9th january 25'
(name) attempted to run away by biting the nurses and thrashing around. disappointed to see this happen. needs further constant attention after this incident
2nd march 25'
neurologist consulted. possibilities discussed.
7th march 25'
selective memory easier to be erased than the whole memories. gentle guidance required to make it successful
12th march 25'
progress slow but promising. emotional support remains crucial. will watch closely as neurologist suggests
15th march 25'
treatment planned carefully. neurologist said chances are high for success
20th march 25'
everything ready. time and care will make it complete. isolation will help memories settle safely. patience, control, care needed after treatment
22nd march 25'
treatment scheduled. recovery expected smooth. neurologist will monitor every moment
4th april 25'
(name) awakened. procedure successful. today went well. (name) calm, that is a good sign
6th april 25'
today is official day (name) is here. showed the house, everything in place. reading corner by the window seems to be interesting for (name)
your breath grew shallow as the entries blurred in your vision
memories surged forward all at once, sharp and overwhelming. you snapped the notebook shut, clutching your head
before you could even think, your legs carried you out of the room, your heart pounding violently as the door slammed behind you
smth smth abt yan hot nerd who loves guilt trip you and a bit of narcissistic + savior complex as a side dish to complete whatever is wrong w him, hmm maybe yan jock that will snatch reader from yan hot nerd bcs he treats reader better? this is kinda sucks bcs i write it after coming back from hostel, at the midnight, instead of sleeping, lol ask 4 more if you want to, construtive critism is welcome. this is kinda inspired by this by my fav author ><
tw. guilt trip, manipulation, reader being label dumb wc. m.list
AS TIME passed, the sun slowly began to set. the ticking of the clock grew louder, more oppressive, blending with the constant whir of the air conditioner in the background. soft light filled the study room, casting his face in a gentle glow—one that could make every girl in the academy swoon. a hot nerd who also excels in sports and extra curricular activities is practically a rare opportunity.
only if he weren’t a devil wearing the mask of a charming prince.
sweat dampened your palms as you tightened your grip on the pen, staring blankly at the paper in front of you. the words blurred together, your head growing heavy, pressure building behind your eyes.
“hey. focus.”
his voice cut through the silence.
“i poured all my time into tutoring you, and you still put in this little effort?” he clicked his tongue, yanking the paper from your hands. he scanned it for less than five seconds before scoffing.
“wrong. this is all wrong.” he crumpled the paper and tossed it back, deliberately letting it hit your face.
“can we—”
“what? take a break?” he interrupted sharply. “do you realize how far behind you are in the syllabus? if it weren’t for me, you’d have been expelled already. your scholarship would’ve been revoked, and obviously you don't want that to happen, right?”
he smirked.
you didn’t even have the energy to care anymore. too burned out to argue, too exhausted to fight back.
“please,” you said quietly. “i don’t think i can do this—”
your gaze drifted to the stack of papers on the desk: topical questions, past-year papers from every subject. more than half were crumpled—most ruined because your answers were either blatantly wrong or simply didn’t meet his impossible standards.
“no,” he said flatly. “no is no. the faster you get this topic right, the faster we can go home. which part don’t you understand?” he scoffed.
“honestly, you’d be helpless without me.”
tears slipped down your cheeks as your hands began to tremble.
the past months with him had been hell.
who was it that said he was a soft, needy boy?
your heart twisted painfully as his words echoed in your head—over and over again.
you’re dumb.
just because you’re top five doesn’t mean anything.
i’ve told you three times already. what kind of brain do you have? a goldfish? i bet a goldfish has more capacity than you.
you never understood him. one moment, he was sweet—gentle, reassuring. the next, he was throwing a fit, tearing you down piece by piece.
the cycle repeated endlessly.
every time you tried to pull away, to cut ties with him, he would simply shake his head.
“no one understands you like i do,” he would say. “am i not enough? i help you survive exams, and this is how you repay me?”
his voice would soften, dangerous in its calm tone.
“you know you need me to survive here, right ? so just listen to me and you'll do well, love"
ᘛᰍ𝅄 ׁ guys you need to stop asking for part twos. on my posts and other writers' posts too. y'all will not comment anything about the fic other than asking for a part two and it is frankly so rude to the writer. I understand you like the content but you also have to appreciate what was written first and foremost. if you REALLY want a writer to write a part two, fill their comments up with things that you like about their fics.
furthermore, my rules have a clear line to not ask for part twos.
little bday present for myself >< yeayyy sweet 17 to myself bfr the torture for big exam coming up soon
btw this kinda inspired from this + i intend it to be much more dark but instead ambiguous ending tho
tw. yandere, implied kidnap, stockholm syndrome wc. 335 masterlist ask 4 more if you want
batter from an instant mix of your supposed favourite-flavoured cake splatters all over the kitchen counter, and even on the freaking window. dang, how could he mess up an instant mix? whatever. that can be scrubbed off later.
he sets the cake on the table—full of decorations, specifically in your favourite colour, exactly the same shade and tone. (you see, he’s very dedicated to what—or in this case, who he loves. can’t you see it already?) he adjusts a few things before dashing off to your shared bedroom, unofficially? your prison.
“oh, dearest~!” he sings as he sprints to your side and leans closer, his nose grazing your ear. “you seem so deep in thought, dearest. perhaps spare some of your thoughts for me, hm?” he sneaks his hand up, closes the book in your hands, and places it on the windowsill.
“now, now, enough of kafka’s words. i've prepared your favourite dishes and cake, yeah?” he yanks your hand and twirls you around, grinning, looking so utterly in love as your dress flutters elegantly. god, how he loves to spoil you like a princess.
you sigh as you nod. you had learned, over the past three months since he kidnapped you—or what he likes to call, 'saving you from the outside world' is to just play along with his childish act. it's much better than facing his awful, terrifying tantrums.
he leads you out, walking the two of you toward the table. candlelight glows dimly in the kitchen. he sits you down at the center, facing the cake.
“now, dearest, blow the candles and wish,” he murmurs, leaning in from behind you.
you follow his instructions and blow, not really wishing for anything because it's stupid and you know you can’t get it. why would he give you freedom when he gives you everything you want, and would burn the world just for you? just sit down and read, darling, maybe a kiss or two for him as well while you turn the pages.
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