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iustitians · 4 months

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Les Roses de Fontaine || drabble

“… She did what?”

“I swear I’m not making this up, Monsieur Neuvillette…”

“No, I believe you. I’m just trying to imagine how it works to somersault into an escaping thief to capture them.” A shrug. “But if someone can figure it out, Miss Navia can.”

He speaks of confusion and surprise, but both the voice and the facial expression of the Iudex are as flat and fluid as a smooth surface of a lake, perfectly undisturbed, not even by the faintest breeze. The actions of Spina di Rosula have made waves across the Court of Fontaine for many years, also during the time of Mr Callas. After Miss Navia took over… well. He knows that she wishes and hopes to fill in her father’s shoes and do as well as him in leading the organization, but there is no doubt that, since the beginning, she has been adding her own touch and flavor to their methods. For better or worse. As far as the Court’s citizens were concerned, usually better.

Of course, during the time when her father’s name was besmirched, the Spina’s reputation suffered alongside his own — and their actions were looked at quite unfavorably. Ever since the situation was cleared, however, the dramatic tragedy has become a thrilling comedy, and their activity has increased; Neuvillette has not seen it in person often, but from what he was told, the common folk would treat their appearance as a sign that something worth seeing was about to happen. For him, it usually meant an extra trial added to his schedule.

Rambunctious, effective, and fascinating to both eye and soul in the process. Spina di Rosula indeed had much in common with its current President.

“Well, Monsieur Chief Justice?”

“What?”

“I mean… Any plan of action? Any comments?”

He looks at the Garde blankly before he shifts his position, crossing his legs. “Comments?… I’m glad the thief was caught and she did not hurt herself running after him through half the city on high heels.”

“Th—That’s not what I…”

Neuvillette sighs quietly. Indeed, a few times, he found himself having to — being obligated to — reprimand her, be it verbally or through formal correspondence. Most of them, however, simply served to teach him about the true strength of human resilience, more than anything else. He has learned, the hard way, that he was far more likely to submit to and accept Miss Navia’s way of being than she was to adopt his… and over time, slowly but surely, he has begun to realize that he struggles to remember why he even tried.

However, there were a few occasions when things did indeed go a step too far — but for those, the Spina always apologized and offered recompense, and it was extremely rare for incidents of the same nature to happen more than once. Still…

“Was there any damage caused to person or property?”

“Not that I know of…”

“Excessive or troublesome disturbance of peace in the Court?”

“Well… Not in the negative sense, everyone was excited to watch if anything…”

“Ignorance of or disrespect towards the Gardes?”

“Not at all! The Spina handed over the thief to us respectfully and efficiently…”

Neuvillette shakes his head. “Then what should I take action or comment on?”

The Garde shifts nervously, clearly hesitant to give voice to the problem properly. The Iudex watches him, saying nothing, all while allowing the stream of emotions flowing from the man to wash over him — before deeming it necessary to give the man’s thoughts voice himself.

“You and some other Gardes are worried that the Spina is running you out of a job.”

The shocked, wide-eyed stare that serves as the other’s response is all he needs to know his observation was on point. He sighs again, this time with an ever so small yet audible hint of irritation in his voice as a frown furrows his brow.

“Let me make something clear. If the Gardes believe that the Spina is threatening their position, that is a problem with the Gardes, not with the Spina. I know of at least a few cases that Miss Navia and her men took on because the Gardes simply refused,” he continues, his tone even, but commanding, and his eyes fixed on the man before him, making sure he takes in each and every word. “I cannot and will not act against Spina di Rosula for being effective, as long as they do not go outside the law, which they currently do not. I can, however, exchange Maison Gardiennage personnel if their performance is unsatisfactory. Is this understood?”

“Y—Yes, Monsieur Neuvillette. My apologies…”

“Good. Now, if you’ll excuse me… An additional trial was added to my plan for today, so I must go and prepare.”

As the Garde disappears behind the door, the Iudex silently shakes his head. What do they expect him to do with Miss Navia when she is right?

#✦ ic.#✦ drabble.#((Fontaine got me thinking too much again))#((I really enjoy the idea of the Spina being basically a mafia but legal which lets Neuvi take their side. Also Navia makes me insane))#((I also enjoy the image of his daily life where people come to his office like “Monsieur you won't believe the shit that just went down”))#((Neuvi vc Fascinating. Well that's another stack of documents added to my schedule))

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theendofuno · 11 months

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on twitter theres going on a trend about doing stylized top surgery scars and thats my contribuition. hi

#daily-uno #grand chase #grand chase classic #first one was my idea but panela had another one so why not going for both #when is the next drawing? who knows! maybe next week again #i wish i was jokign about this but life is hard man

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iwonderwh0 · 11 months

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What do you write in notes on your phone?

#I have a note where I store things that I find funny and try to categorise them #in another note I store ridiculous insults and phrases I heard someone said #there's even a note where I store random sentenses I overheard on the streets that were hilariously out of context or just weirdly poetic #I have a whole bunch of notes with concepts for a movie plots #not because I'm planning to use them #but just because I like collecting ideas #also sometimes I write down my dreams but that's pretty rare #some notes are dedicated to new people I met with a few facts about them #this is something I only recently started to do and that I regret not starting doing earlier #because I tend to forget people's names and overall people #this way it's easier to keep at least some reminder of some people ever appearing in my life #sometimes I try to write daily notes but this habit never sticks and bores me to death #and of course I store recipes #and some pieces of texts of stories that are criminally out of context #there are more but the other ones are boring

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wildwood-faun · 2 years

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emerging briefly from my retreat to share one of the lakes I like to visit up here

#i'm writing a ghost story! of sorts. and i've just had an idea for another one #also I'm tempting fate by swimming alone in dark waters #but i wanted to get my daily swim in before the thunderstorm and i just heard the first rumbling #life of kit

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running-in-the-dark · 2 years

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I'm already very clumsy normally, but with this vertigo stuff I've just been walking into walls and things all day basically 🙃

I wish my body would stop adding more stuff to the already too long list of things that are very annoying but not serious enough that any doctor takes any of them seriously.

#like. I can't use my hands. can't walk without pain. am slightly dizzy almost every day. abdominal pain all the time basically. close to #daily nosebleeds. whatever the hell is going on with my mental health.#I get that I should be glad I don't have one horrible thing #but all this stuff adds up #I'm constantly tired/exhausted. I have no energy.#I just had a few good weeks where I was mostly pain free and I was shocked how different that was from my daily life.#and all I get from doctors is 'you'll be fine. this won't kill you. no idea what's wrong with you though 🤷' and that's it #I just want to feel okay 😭#I don't want to be the kind of person who's always just complaining but things keep happening and they're all bad and I'm so fucking #exhausted 😭 I haven't felt okay since like 2015 and it just keeps getting worse and worse and worse #when one thing gets better another new one appears #ugh I just walked to the bathroom and back so now I'm nauseous because walking makes the dizziness worse #seriously fucking over this #also. my dad suddenly went deaf in one ear and had very bad vertigo after that for a long time and I feel really bad for not understanding #how hard that was for him. I mean I was 9/10 and no one ever explained it or anything. but still.#if this doesn't go away very soon I will go insane.#personal

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vapesemblestars · 2 years

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#33

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danzainosolitude · 7 months

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Is there a gender for cis girls who want to be girls

#I’m disconnected from my own body and desperately desire the comfortable-ness other women have in their bodies #I wish I would fit in and communicate with women but we feel like two different species despite being born the same way #I wish I was born a male so these feelings could be diagnosed and fulfilled #I do not feel like a woman but hate the idea of being anything but one #I don’t have a good reason for being divorced from my femininity either it’s not like it’s been forcibly taken away from me due to my race #I played with girls I wore pink I wear skirts and cute dress but I cannot see myself as a woman #even when naked with everything exposed I still don’t feel like a woman #even with a desirable female body I can’t find much feminine about me #recently my concerns with fitting in have started to leech itself into my daily life #I’ve started to worry about my weight and build. even on games I’ve unconsciously been making my avatars trendy to fit in #my sister said everyone feels like this but I can’t help but feel alone in my misery #I hate the idea of sharing this feeling with another person #if I’m more unique people will notice and pay attention to me #it’s not really happening because I just stay inside all day #I don’t have friends a lover or any kind of group #If I didn’t live in the same house as my family I think I’d die from loneliness #rant

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milo-is-rambling · 1 year

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Thought about the concept of me either having children or not ever having children and both options make me want to cry

#I’m blaming this on hormones and my mother (what else is new)#she’s been trying to get me to apply to work at the ymca for kids summer programs and to volunteer at a local kids hang out spot and like #no thank you #I’m always told I’m good with kids and they naturally like me but also I am simply constinalty anxious around children and fold to their #every whim most of the time so like yeah of course they like me #but like idk. the idea of being anything like either of my parents makes my stomach hurt but the idea of my life ending with me kind of #freaks me out. but like I would 100% try my best and still be an asshole and the world doesn’t need another kid with a shitty parent who #doesn’t even know how they survived long enough to have kids #thinking about what I put my parents thru vs thinking about my own feelings and how my parents affected me and somehow I still feel worse #for my parents who would do the shitty stuff #me being like omg my mental heath problems really fucked with my parents :(( when I was literally like trying to die daily for YEARS #like hello!!! girl you are scarred by ur own mind and your parents and your brother and everything ever and you want to bring life into this #world you literally have yet to truly step up and try to be a person at all and you’re gonna be 20 in a year #me thinking I’m a failure bc I’m channeling my mother in my head #i literally be out here thinking about how I’m going to be a shitty parent if I ever have kids while still sleeping under my mothers roof #what is wrong with me #high shower thoughts really went he remember that person you don’t like anymore ti hey remebrr that you’re unlikeable and unloveable and #should never have any family of your own cause you’ll find a way to fuck it up haha yeah thanks brain #anyways. going to get so so high and then maybe take my meds before I go to bed bc I kind of fell off from taking them and I need to bc it #is obviously fucking with my headdddd #but when I take them I almost feel more anxious about my trip bc I’m worried about it going right but when I don’t take them I’m just like #vibing and I know I’ll be willing to roll with the punches better #but also I need to take them bc the idea of not being able to be out of my mind high all day every day for like two weeks is literally #terrifying to me #like what you expect me ti be alone with my brain in a car in the middle of no where and not fall asleep at the wheel or think about killing #myself ??!!?!?!? who do you think I am.#okay yeah going to take my meds. then start the living end. then get really high and maybe fall asleep halfway thru the movie #I am mentally ill 😭👍

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grandlinedreams · 7 months

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“We should get married.”

The question in and of itself is a strange one, made more so for the fact that it’s coming from Zoro of all people – and the fact that he’s asking you in the middle of a fight. Your back is pressed against his, the heat of his skin seeping into your clothes – and you wonder if he’s gotten hit in the head too many times. Or thrown through too many things – too much of something.

“Are you seriously saying that right now?” Your tone is incredulous as you swing your weapon, scowling as you watch another enemy drop with a cry and a splatter of blood. “We’re a little busy right now, aren’t we?”

Zoro grins, expression manic with the deepened shadows of his face from his bandana, adjusting to place the hilt of Wadou Ichimonji in his mouth. “Is that a yes?”

You have the brief moment of considering knocking Zoro out for your opponent – clearly his daily naps out in the sun have baked his brain more than you previously thought. “No!”

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The question doesn’t turn out to be borne from a brain-based injury flaring up, because Zoro doesn’t let the subject go. He bides his time, waiting about two weeks from when he first asked before he tries again.

This time, the stars are a witness to his buffoonery – now fueled by the bottles of sake he seems to have squirreled away everywhere on the Thousand Sunny. You watch as he tips the bottle to his lips, the brief shimmer of liquid that beads at his lips before it disappears as he swallows.

“We should get married,” he says, and this time, you scoff. It isn’t one of disdain, rather of amusement as you wait for the alcohol induced flush to rise to his cheeks. “‘m serious, you know.”

“No,” you counter softly as you scoot closer to him, reaching up to wipe a drop of sake from the corner of his lips and bring it to your own for a taste. As ever, his own choices in alcohol seem to be tailored for him and him alone – sake still isn’t your thing. “You’re drunk.”

Zoro hums, eye flicking from the night sky above to you. “Is that a yes?”

You press your lips to his warm cheek. “Ask me again when you’re sober.”

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The third time that he asks, he’s waited so long that you’ve almost forgotten that he ever asked in the first place. After all, Roronoa Zoro has never seemed like someone interested in the intimate entanglement of marriage – you have absolutely no clue what has possessed him to suddenly ask you with this kind of tenacity.

“We should get married,” he says, and you resist the urge to sigh as you stare at him, his head pillowed against your thigh. Below the shade of Nami’s tangerine trees, you can hear Luffy’s bright laughter intermingled with Usopp and Franky’s.

This time you aren’t in the middle of a fight, nor is he drunk. This time, you take a moment to study his face, the dapple of sunlight through waxy green leaves, the scent of citrus in the air. You love him, you’re sure of that – as sure as you’ve been of anything in your life.

“We’re pirates,” you answer, tapping your fingers against his cheek in an echoed rhythm of one of Brooke’s songs from the night before. “Pirates don’t get married.”

“Sure they do.” He’s watching you now, with the kind of intensity he usually only reserves for battle, and you look away. “Captains can officiate marriages. I asked Robin about it.”

You blink and let your attention shift to Luffy for a minute – you love your captain, you do. But the idea of him being serious about much of anything beyond what matters to him (food, his crew’s safety, finding the One Piece – in that order) makes you giggle. You can’t imagine him officiating something like a marriage.

“What if I want a ceremony?” Your fingers find his cropped green hair, stroking gently across his scalp. “Those are expensive.”

He shrugs. “We’d find a way. I’m sure Nami would help.”

Your lips curve in an amused smile for a moment before it dims at the edges. “It’d be dangerous,” you point out, and he answers with a short bark of laughter.

“Not any more than shit we’ve already faced.”

“Rings?”

“We don’t need that fancy stuff.”

Your smile fades completely, hand stilling in his hair. “Why do you think we should get married?”

There must be an edge to your tone now, because Zoro refocuses on you, all signs of mirth gone. “Because we love each other, right? Sounds like the next logical step.”

Your gaze hardens. “So you’re asking because you think we should? Or because you want to marry me?” He sits up, and you get to your feet.

“Is that a no?” he asks, and you pause.

“Ask me again when you figure things out, Zoro.”

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“Marry me.”

This time, his voice is quiet. Soft and vulnerable – for the late hour or the intimacy of his bare skin against yours, you aren’t sure. His hand drifts up and down your back, counting the bumps of your spine over and over.

You shift against him, face nestled to rest against his chest. “Zoro–”

“I’ve thought about it,” he cuts you off. “So just be quiet and listen, okay?” You don’t say a word, waiting for him to continue on his own. “I don’t want to marry you just because I think that I should, I want us to get married because you...you mean a lot to me. You’re important to me, and I –” He pauses, struggling. This kind of thing is not Zoro’s forte, you both know that – but after a moment, he resumes. “I don’t see myself being like this with anyone but you. I don’t want to be like this with anyone but you. Just want you.” A moment of silence, hearts beating in tandem.

You move, adjusting enough that you can look at him properly, the gleam of moonlight against his face. And you kiss him. Slow and sweet, eyes sliding shut as you linger for as long as you can before you pull away.

“Marry me,” he repeats.

This time, you don’t squawk at him like he’s crazy. You don’t accuse him of being drunk, don’t deflect him for fear that he’s doing it because he thinks he should, not that he wants to. This time, you smile.

“Yes,” you answer. “I’ll marry you.”

#ㅡmine.#one piece x reader #one piece scenario #zoro roronoa x reader #zoro x reader #–ml: zoro.

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moonsaver · 2 months

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Thinking ab Yan!Dr. Ratio in arranged marriage.. in whichever setting, I dont know

He doesn't like the idea of it at all. He opposes it until he can't. It would have to be a painstakingly limiting situation for him to even marry anyone, especially someone that's arranged.

When it comes to actually talking with him and setting out boundaries – he's not interested at all. He doesn't want to know you, he doesn't care, and he thinks it most likely won't change, and he'll remain uninterested..

If it weren't for the fact he's so damn touch starved.

He finds out by a lazy morning in the kitchen, your hands accidentally brushing each others as both of you carry on your routines in your own world. He doesn't realise ‐its just a brief feeling of nice. And his hand subconsciously tilts a bit to touch yours again, to emptiness. Your hand already moved away. And Aeons, he just can't get the feeling out of his head. He loved that brief moment where you both touched and he hates it.

And neither of you actually realises just how clingy he is, because he builds up to it so slowly. He pulls you along to some of his lectures, and sometimes you protest. He grabs your hand, and secretly relishes just how good the contact feels. He says there's something on your face with an annoyed tone, and brushes it off, his fingers lingering near your lips a little longer than they should. Whenever you walk by him, your scent practically intoxicates him, his head whips up from whichever book he fancied that day just to find the source of the scent, which he knows deep down, very well, it has always been you.

And it infuriates him. You have such a grip on him that it drives him up a wall.

And Aeons, he loves the feeling so so much.

He forces you to take a bath with him, telling you to keep the bathrobe on if you want to but it is a must that you join him. He tells you to move closer with a stern voice, impatience bubbling inside of him, all covered up with his signature scowl. The water sloshes as you move and his hand almost eagerly snakes around your waist, holding you snug against him. He fills the noise by asking you all sorts of things, calling you an idiot, and going on a ramble about some or the other complicated topic, trying so hard to not just hold you and bite into your shoulder, arm, neck, wherever his eyes can see your skin. You're practically driving him feral.

Oh dear, he swears he doesn't care about you. He cares even less about your personal life and whatever daily affairs you carry on. It's none of his business and he doesn't want it. But seeing you talk and become so chummy with another man boils a kind of anger he's never experienced before. As if to prove him wrong, Veritas tells you to sleep beside him at night, not answering your "why"s and shutting you up in an instant with something or the other. The summer heat is bad, but it's even worse with Veritas practically sticking himself to you, the direct skin-to-skin contact creating an absurd amount of sweat and humidity under the covers. His arms just tighten their grip around you if you ask him to get off. He won't. He needs to prove to himself, that bumbling buffoon won't ever get as close to you as he can. He will make sure of it.

And suddenly, he starts presenting just how possessive he is behind doors. He always keeps an eye on what you're up to from behind you, telling you to stop overthinking and to just come to him, that it'll take you months to understand this concept, and to just let him help you instead. Who else would tolerate you as well as him? Just let his hand keep it's deathly grip on your thigh, or arm, maybe even your waist. Its a fair exchange, and he's being generous, when it really comes down to it. Ugh, you're testing his patience too much. Just.. let him shut you up with a harsh kiss, don't ask, and let him continue. Keep listening, or he'll test you, and he won't go easy on you if you get those questions wrong. He has a lot of pent up frustration about you, anyway. You'll only give him a reason to take it out on you.

Don't bother going outside. Just invite your friends here, instead. You'll waste more than half your break-time just travelling alone. Maybe your idiot friends can join in on the study sessions, so Veritas knows what kind of people you enjoy surrounding yourself with. Of course, he isn't amused at all. Idiots, the lot of them. Is this who entertains you? He scoffs. Perhaps letting you talk to them in the first place was a mistake. Yes, of course.. just talk to him, instead. He's much better than them. You'll only waste your time around them.

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forbidden-sunlight · 17 days

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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

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 Heyong 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.

Congratulations, Congratulations, Congratulations!

Important things must be said three times.

The viewership score on Episode 24 has arrived!

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