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Hello! I really love your writing for Angel Engine and I was wondering if you take requests?

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Oh?

Salesman/Recruiter X Reader

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》 Summary: You have the salesman tied up in your basement, (not)ready for your sexual torture. |

》 Warnings: noncon? Dub/Sub dynamics, Dom!reader, edging, overstimulation, no reader orgasm, not much plot, just smut, man is tied up with a vibrator on his dick and you play with him through a held remote, OOC, indulgent, aftercare, fluff/crack by the end, a whole 360 on reader's personality. |

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Moans and groans echoed through the dimly lit room of your basement.

"Ohh? Already convulsing?" You teased, remote in hand, with the vibrator on his dick, as you set the frequency up, earning a broken moan from him as he tried bucking his hips into the air, attempting to get anymore friction. Just as he was about to reach his high, you turned off the vibrator.

The man let out a groan, bucking his hips up to gain any sort of friction but to no avail as he breath heavily. You could only chuckle at the sight, how many times have you edged him already? You didn't count but only bask in his reactions.

"You thought only you can play that game?" you said as you stood up, mentioning how you two met in the train station before you brought him into your house, a fly entering the mouth of a venus flytrap. "Well, two can play that game," you said, suddenly turning up the frequency and watch as he crumble down at the sudden friction after such an edge.

The man couldn't even speak properly, hair messy and some strands stuck themselves in his forehead, tears and saliva trickling down his eyes and mouth as he felt another orgasm about to go. His moans became erratic, his body shook as he feel his high coming, but you knew better as you, once again, turned off the vibrator completely, earning another broken cry from him.

Oh, how you basked in how this one sophisticated, respectful looking man now turned into a broken, sexually edged, sobbing mess of a man. "Already in your limits?" you teased him, placing your fingers on his chin as you made him look up at you, blown out eyes from the amount of edging you just gave him.

It was then he suddenly spoke, a low whisper you couldn't hear. "I'm sorry, what was that?" you asked him, tilting your head to the side as you slowly set the vibrator to a very slow pace, earning another broken moan from him, pushing him to speak out loud. "...Please... Please..." he muster up, looking up at you with half-lidded eyes, "... I don't know what you want or why... But please- mhg- Please- l-let me cUmh..." he moaned out, feeling another high approaching very slowly as he breathed heavily, a broken appearing on his face. You felt like he was already in the brink of insanity when he suddenly smiled at you. But, oh well, you already had your fun as you turned the vibrator up to the highest setting, letting the man reach his high.

Cum spurting all over himself and onto the floor, but oh boy, you didn't stop the vibrator. As he gets his high, he soon realized you weren't stopping the toy, soon bringing him to overstimulation as he tried shaking the thing off his dick, but to no avail.

"Stop...! I- already cammee- mnh!" he let out through broken moans. You then gave him a small look of confusion, "Why? Didn't you say you wanted to come?" you asked innocently, a sly smirk on your lips as you watch as the man writhe, another orgasm coming from him before you turned the toy off, letting the man (and his dick) rest.

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You could only sigh as you had finished dragging the now unconscious, yet clean, man upstairs and into your sofa.

After your little play with the man, and despite being a dominant person earlier, you don't want just leave the man there (not after filling you up with his moans and pleas). And so, wanting to be kind as well, you cleaned him up and brought him up to your living room whilst making sure the areas the ropes were on won't irritate. You also decided to put him on some clothes so he wouldn't possibly woke up on the same sweat and cum-filled clothes (Don't question how, let's say you have a lot of baggy and oversized clothing).

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While waiting for your food to finish heating as part of the recipe, you just sat there by the arm of the couch, blankly staring at the man's features. You just sexually edged this man and now you're staring at his lovingly features, nice one. (Who wouldn't?)

Yet, by the time you had moved to turn off the stove and ready the food on two plates, the man was getting up, and just stared at you, wondering how did things turned like this because the last thing he remembers is being overstimulated by you. Yet, same you was preparing food for the both of you.

Welp, what a day.

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》 Archiver's Notes: Something something the devil has whispered in my ear.

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Hello! I would just like to say that I am ABSOLUTELY obsessed with your works! <3 Especially with Entry No. 012 along with Entry No. 013.

Your writing is just so interesting and captivating that I can't help but be invested with the story being written. With that being said, I'm quite curious if this will turn into a series or if you will continue the story? ( ཀ͝ ∧ ཀ͝ )

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" Though, to answer your question, for entry no 012 and 013, it is most likely to be turned into a series. Alongside this, there are other entries that I'm thinking of giving another part (specifically entry numbers 003 and 005, 006, 007, and entry 010) "

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" To anyone that had noticed, yes, I'm charging for NSFW content. I would still post it on tumblr, but for any requests, it will be charged. Unfortunately, Ko-fi's minimum charge is $1, though readers can commission me through the tipping option per se. The option is yours whether you would charge a dollar. "

" I would still post NSFW entries if I want to, but for requested ones, it isn't free. Again, I'm apologizing for this, but I'm in desperate need of something to do over the summer. Thank you for everyone's time, ( •u•) "

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Malewife

Christian Yu x Reader

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》 Summary: "You're an idiot." "Well, at least I'm THEIR idiot." Where while Christian is on his IG livestream, you come in to tell him bye before you go to work. |

》 Warnings: Short drabble, married, pure fluff, slight cursing, couples being couples, OOC and also self-indulgent again. |

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Soft laughs emitted from Christian's editing room as he interacts and rambles to his fans, relating to a new album he's working on along with smidges of his fans asking about his lover, you.

User: "Show us the lover, Ian!"

User: "Where's the ringed lover?"

User: "Man is hiding his lover from the world smh"

Christian could only laugh at the debacle that's happening on the chat. Waving his hand, he explained how his lover is currently getting ready for work, causing another wave of mentions in the livestream.

User: "Independent, go at em'"

User: "What a power couple,"

Christian chuckled as he read through the comments, mostly being either them mentioning how lucky Christian is or how jealous they are of one another.

It was then suddenly a knock on the door was heard before it was opened by none other than you. Peeking your head in as you silently asked if you could enter, to which, Christian nodded as you entered in.

"Need to go, I wanna say bye," you said, approaching Christian as he turned his chair around to face you. "Did you saw the food by the counter?" Christian asked, wrapping his arms around you as you kissed his cheek, ignoring the waves of comments coming from chat, "Yup, thanks for it, jagia," you replied, reciprocating the action.

Christian smooched back before saying "Take care," as you let go and left the room. Christian then turned back to the chat before becoming smitten over the interaction. Christian and you have been married for a while now, additionally, for many years as lovers, and he's still giggling over affectionate times of you together. It was when he calmed down when he noticed the chat absolutely teasing the man.

User: "Malewife"

User: "Christian Yu malewife confirmed??"

User: "He's so in love I can't-"

Every chat was about Christian in love for you as he laughed sheepishly at the chat, "Couples be couples, that's what we are," Christian said, leaning back on his chair as he placed both his hands on the back of his head. He continued reading the comments, until one particular one caught his eye.

User: "You're an idiot"

Christian then read the comment out loud before leaning forward from his chair, "I'm an idiot? Well, at least I'm THEIR idiot, hah!" Christian replied, showing the ring nuzzled on his ring finger to the fans, chuckling as he proudly said it. He was waiting his whole life since becoming your lover to say that.

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》 Archiver's Notes: Slightly inspired from a certain married voice actors having the similar, if not the same, scenario during one livestream.

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Desperation

Angel Engine Uriel x Reader

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》 Summary: Dr. Goeff showed you what ways could the Angel Engine could make while utterly ignoring Uriel's cries of pain, you could only watch. |

》 Warnings: Uses 'they/them' pronouns for Uriel but Goeff mentions them as 'he/him', roughly follows part 8 of the series, antichrist mentioned, posted after the posting of Angel Engine Part 9, possible OOC by the end because we don't know much about the Antichrist, mentions of the tower of babel is guarded spiritually, possible cliffhanger. |

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Cruel.

The same word repeated in your head as Dr. Goeff brought you back in the laboratory, in the Tower of Babel, he calls this place. It has been a few days since the incident of him almost catching you going in and out of the lab where they kept the angel.

This caused you to halt your plan, slow down until Dr. Goeff stops hovering over you. Of course, you still enter the lab here and there, but more subtly yet not as often as before. And, in these last few days, you haven't entered the lab until now as Dr. Goeff leads you back into the lab, wanting to 'show' me something.

In which, this is where you are now, in front of the same angel, who Dr. Goeff now calls Uriel as he said the angel answers to that name.

"I... Love... You," Uriel spoke, in their slow yet, somehow, soft voice. You wonder if Uriel said it because they meant it due to the fact they knew you, or was it because they still hope for a smidge of kindness from humanity, that is you. Yet, you remained unmoving, not because you don't care, but because if you made a single move, that meant you care about the angel, Dr. Goeff would definitely turn you into one of the poor human subjects that were used to test Uriel.

"We've ran various tests on this angel, based on the results, it appears to be extremely intelligent, more so than our current technologies," Dr. Goeff explained, completely oblivious to the fact you were focusing more on the angel than at whatever he was saying.

"Save... Me..." Uriel spoke, "No," Dr. Goeff immediately sneered, causing you to tense. This man has no care for the being who gave their kindness to this dying world. "We have been able to converse with the angel for multiple times, answering to the name, Uriel," He explained, you mentally scoffed in return as you already knew of their name way before he did due to your planned mission. Unfortunately, Dr. Goeff soon got a glimpse of your staring, perfect, he thought as he claps his hands together, "As a newcomer in the tower of babel, allow me to show you the capabilities of the Angel Engine," Dr. Goeff started, looking over the staff members as they wheeled in a dead, already on stages of decomposition, body.

"Don't... Hurt me..." Uriel spoke out as the staff submerged the dead body onto the eerie liquid where half of Uriel's body is submerged in, ignored by Dr. Goeff as he started to explain the backstory of the dead man, "Due to a work mishap, this poor fellow died, declared as dead for approximately 24 hours by now," he explained, but you couldn't even look at it, not because of the gruesome state it is in, but because of thoughts, concern bubbling in you as Uriel sounded... Afraid at the thought of the experiment.

Machinery soon started to whir followed by painful groans coming from Uriel, "Declared as dead but with the help of the Angel Engine, he'll be in full health in no little more than a few moments," Dr. Goeff said, a sinister tone in his voice, and you heard it, the way his voice darkened as he knew what he's doing is for the sake of exploiting the poor angel. You also knew of how he's testing you, that would you either choose to follow his path for the 'greater good' or gain sympathy towards the angel who, in his twisted mind, chose to stay and help humanity.

As the machine whirred and healed the man, Uriel screamed in agony, begging the scientists to stop the machine due to the agony. Meanwhile, you could only freeze, unable to do anything. What can you do anyway? You slipped in this work job for the sake of an old friend that you soon realized is more twisted than anything as he exploits the being who only wanted to help, the tower is heavily guarded, and with Uriel's size, there's no way you can easily free them from this place without killing or stealing a few things here and there, not to mention, the people of the holy lands is never kind to anyone. So now, you can only watch, and Dr. Goeff was taking the scene very deliciously as Uriel cried in agony as the man came back to life in full health.

Dr. Goeff then clapped his hands at the 'successful' procedure, followed by the claps of everyone there, whether to hide their true feelings on the matter or if they're just as twisted as Goeff, and you? You could only stare at the now alive man, knowing well, Uriel was crying.

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Outside of the Tower of Babel, you sat by the staircase leading to the entrance, sinking in everything you just witnessed along with the words Goeff gave you after seeing the procedure.

"Now you know what happens in the Tower of Babel... Oh, and don't claim sympathy over the angel, he chose to stay here, he could've leave," he said before patting your shoulder and leaving to congratulate the man that was brought back to live, frozen in place as you watched as Uriel wept from the pain of the procedure.

He chose to stay when he could've leave, those words echoed in your head as your fist clenched and unclenched at the thought. Bringing one hand to pinch the bridge of your nose before exhaling deeply, not noticing the way you held your breath the entire time. Then suddenly, the rays of the sun towards the tower became harsher, causing you to cover your face with your arms. It confused you for a moment until something clicked, a Prescence you felt over you as Uriel's words echoed through you.

"He is here. Do not let him in. Do not look at the sky, you're eyes will melt. Do not look."

Shit, you cursed in your head, looking down on the ground below as you noticed the obvious shadow before you. You know they're in front of you, the shadow tell enough that they're there afloat, not touching the ground. You're mind boggled as you thought of anything to escape this predicament. Well, all came out the window as the antichrist uttered a name you know very well.

"Uriel," they spoke. It confused you for a moment, but then they repeated the name, "Uriel," they repeated. It was then you came to the conclusion they were here because of Uriel.

"Uriel... They're inside," you spoke, your gaze still on the ground below. You hesitated for a moment before spilling out your thoughts over this being Uriel warned you on, "They're inside, the things in there... They're exploiting Uriel, and I don't know what to do..." You spoke out, unable to grasp anything at the moment. Just then, you could hear the antichrist shift, moving before hearing the sound of something sizzling before the shadow tells you they're backing away. Can't they not enter?

You didn't move nor tried anything as you felt they're present over you again, "Let me in," they spoke, "Let me in," they repeated, yet you didn't.

You're really asking for a death wish at the moment as you refuse to do so, "I want to help him with very little damage..." You said to the Antichrist before pausing in your words, "... But when the time comes, in a moment of desperation... Maybe..."

"... Maybe I'll against Uriel's words and let you cause mayhem," you spoke out, waiting for the Antichrist before suddenly hearing a gust of wind and a familiar voice came, calling your name, "What are you doing here? Come inside, you have work to do," Goeff spoke out, ushering you in. It was then you realized the shadow was gone. Deciding it's for the best that you thought the Antichrist decided on waiting on what you said, you pretended nothing happened outside the tower.

Yet, as you work, you felt a long gaze coming at you, but you let it be, thinking of nothing of it for now. Little did you know, Uriel heard everything, the angel is hyper intellectual and knew ways to overhear everything, and of course, he overheard you conversing with the Antichrist, the very same being they warned you.

For now, Uriel hopes that moment of desperation would never come to you if you ever start your attempt to free them.

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》 Archiver's Notes: Just a little something before the Archiver's finals kick in (Archiver is in no mood for reviewing lessons).

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Angel Engine X reader part 2

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Cruelty & Salvation

Angel Engine X reader

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》 Summary: Dr. Goeff Ernstmann had decided to recruit you with little precaution due to past trusts. And so, as he shows you the Angel Engine, he thought and trusted you wouldn't do anything reckless. Yet, it would be the most regretful thing Goeff had decided later on. |

》 Warnings: OOC, self-indulgent, mentions of both the Angel engine and the Antichrist(HE), cliffhanger, high chance of part 2. |

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Cruel.

Absolutely cruel.

Those same words repeated in your head as the man in front of you, Dr. Goeff Ernstmann led you around the facility, explaining something that he calls 'Angel Engine'.

You were a new rook in the facility with the scientist trusting you that you wouldn't do anything reckless within the facility. He recruited you with little to no effort, thinking things would be easier considering he trusted you in the past. Yet, he didn't seem to notice the gaze I held while walking through the empty laboratory, only having me, Goeff, and another scientist.

In front of us is a large metal door. You also took notice of how outside the lab, many armed forces lurked, waiting to shoot the moment a single wrong move arises.

Turning your focus elsewhere, you now watched as the other scientist pulled the mental door to the side, slowly revealing the once praised messenger of god now strapped onto wires and metal, basically caging the being who only gave them kindness and help. Not only strapped, but countless of wires are seemingly lodged in its body, siphoning its power.

"Help... Me..." it slowly called, its eyes hollow with black liquid pouring out of it, its mouth in a seemingly permanent smile with a few of the similar black liquid spilling from the corner of its mouth.

When it spoke, you can only watch as all these wires and metal surrounding it like a cage. Its wings are there, but unmoving, lost of its power and strength.

"We ran every test in the book on this guy here, and the results are incredible," Dr. Goeff started, praising the being as if its nothing but something inanimate.

"There doesn't seem to be a limit to its energy output," he explained, a wide grin on his face as he awaited your response to his words. "Which mean...?" You asked rather slowly, your mind still comprehending the angel before you.

"Which means, if our current results are anything to go off of, we could power the whole world for millenia," he answered, yet those words are yet to enter your head as you continued to stare at the angel, and quite frankly, it was, too, staring right at you. It was as if it was coveying a message, and it was.

"Look upon me. Look upon me. Look upon me. You are here for me. Release me. Your wages would be plentiful." It repeated the words as it echoes in your mind, it may not speak physically, but it could still convey messages no human could do.

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As you continue to stare at the angel, Dr. Goeff soon finished with his explanation and ended up noticing your focus was elsewhere and not on him.

"Taking a liking to the engine, no?" He teased, a hidden venom laced in his voice. He had caught you, "... Or, don't tell me, you feel sympathy for... It?" He asked, holding you by your shoulders and holding to there as he lean closer.

"You know that kind of thing wouldn't be considered in here... And could cause this entire project in jeopardy... Right?" He laced, uttering the words in your ear. Yet as he spoke, your eyes remained at the angel as it continues to convey its words to you.

"Found me. Angel, you found," the angel spoke. This strengthens the underlying and unknown resolve in you.

You're going to get that angel out of that thing.

"Just wait...." you thought, hoping he can not only convey messages but also here your own.

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Now, you have a new mission inside of the facility. Save that angel. Would it save the angel? Yes, yet would it be helpful to the world? Possibly not, but do you care? No, after all, this would be the karma they'll feel for caging and exploiting the being who came down to help them.

Little by little, you take your little chances to enter the lab over and over again. Tinkering with whatever you can depending in the time, you went through either the machineries siphoning the angel's powers or try your luck to remove whatever you can off its body.

As you tinker with the metal and wires on him, his eyes, or what you thought were his eyes, followed your every move. Despite already finding you as the human that will save him from this cruelty, he still find doubt and has his guard up for anything that might happen.

You continued tinkering with whatever you can without notice, much to your surprise considering how guarded the facility is.

Everything is going smoothly, you thought as the idea of your mission becoming a success is coming quicker than you imagine.

Yet, you shouldn't have jinxed it.

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As you remained checking the 'results' of the experiments on the angel, Dr. Goeff approached you.

Calling out your name, he waved at you as he approach by, "Hey there, have a minute?" He asked, extending his hand out as if pointing whether or not the papers in my hand is important.

You raised an eyebrow before placing down the papers on a table nearby, "What do you need, Dr. Goeff?" You asked before he motioned you to follow him.

As the two of you walked in utter silence, you slowly came to the conclusion that he might be going to ask you relating the Angel Engine.

Keeping your guard up, you awaited for the man to ask as he asked you to sit down on the chair opposing to his on the other side of the table.

"Let's get to the point," Dr. Goeff started, sitting down before placing both his arms over at the table as if eyeing and shrinking you down. "Recently, the staff has noticed... Slight alterations to the engine, much so when we checked the cameras outside of its chamber..." he paused for a moment, leaning further in front.

"And we saw you, coming in and out of the chamber more times than the staff meant to experiment... Could you explain why?" He slowly asked, tilting his head to the side, a wide, creepy grin plastered on his face.

Of course, you thought to yourself, things under here aren't meant to be easy. And in times like these, you just so happen to know a few cards up your sleeves.

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Soon enough, you manage to get the man off of you, but he did remained to keep an eye on you. This meant you wouldn't be able to tinker with anything in the lab for now, not while Dr. Goeff is up your ass.

For now, you have to stay low and have Dr. Goeff to leave you alone.

Meanwhile, in the chamber/lab the angel was being held for, he felt it. Another being has descended in the world, but without anyone knowing.

He is coming.

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》 Archiver's Notes: I know, I know. This archiver is aware that the story has ai to design it, but I'm someone who likes being in blur of things. Part 2 likely as this archiver got lazy to continue the entry.

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Huggies

Felix x Reader

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》 Summary: Everything was just too much for you to handle. In the end, a certain sunshine would be there for you. |

》 Warnings: Self-indulgent, comfort, crying, hugs, holding each other close, not much dialogue, mostly action. |

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"I'm home, love," Felix called as he entered the apartment. Taking off his shoes, he slowly realised the silence and lack of reply in the apartment.

Weird, he thought before immediately thinking something was wrong. Normally, you would be rushing towards him already with a big smile plastered on your face.

"Jagiya?" He called again. Kitchen area? Not there. Living room? Nope. Balcony? Not there, either. He soon reached the last place he almost forgot to check, the bedroom.

Being together meant a lot of things, one of which is cuddling and sharing the same bed. Felix insisted on sleeping together ever since the two of you got together before proceeding to cuddle with him having lock-like arms around you.

So, he didn't even realise you might be in the room. He slowly held the doorknob and turned it, gently pushing so as not to make a sound.

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You didn't even realise that Felix had already come come, albeit slowly entering the shared bedroom. You were just there, sitting on the edge of the bed, staring into nothingness.

Everything is too much. Things are just too much. As if life is against you to the point it would drown you in so many things.

Fighting back tears, you continued to stare blankly. That is, until you slowly felt a hand on your shoulder.

"Baby..." Felix called, slowly realising that I was feeling down and too many things in your head at the moment.

You didn't answer, not even looking at him directly but only with a tilted head.

Felix only sighed and slowly pulled you close to him, in which you allow one hand on your head while the other rubbing circles in your back.

For a moment, you were a bit surprised he's not crying right now. You knew him, and you knew how easy it was for it to make him cry. And somehow, this isn't one of them.

Little did you know, Felix was nowhere near what you thought. He, too, was holding back tears. He shouldn't cry because it's you that needed help, and he knows it. All he can do right now is be there for you until the end.

After all, you two are together, and that's what couples do. They help each other.

》 Archiver's Notes: Archiver is kind of in a bad, sad mood, and so did this as a way to let some off. For the Angel Engine entry, please wait for a few days...

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Doggos To Cupids

Christian Yu x Reader

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》 Summary: In which Christian somehow lost his dog, Lori, during their daily walk, having been with the leash unlatched on his dog's collar. In search of his dog, he finds his dog playing with another dog, along with its owner not far along. |

》 Warnings: Lost doggo(Not for long), Chill(Semi-bold)!reader, Reader has a dog that's at least twice the size of Lori, awkward but fluff, strangers to something else, neighbors(they lived in the same apartment building. |

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Shit, shit, SHIT. The word repeats on his head as he somehow loses sight of his dog, Lori. Everything was doing fine a few minutes ago. One moment, Lori was just casually sniffing something of the ground, and the next moment, she's gone, out of her leash. And being the good owner Christian is, he ran. He RAN, going back to his steps, to where he went before, everything. He isn't going to leave that doggie lost.

"Lori? Lori!" Christian called, looking around to wherever to see if Lori would come to his calls, "Lori, sweetie!" he called again. He then heard a bark, much so, a bark similar to Lori's.

He called again, running from where the sound came from.

Turning to a corner there, he found his dog, but with a few new friends. There, Lori was playfully barking and running around with another dog, at least double her size. Not too far long, there was a person standing nearby, watching over the dogs.

Christian called for his dog again, and this time, Lori stopped in her tracks and turned to her owner before running off towards him. Christian then hugged and picked up the dog before giving a slightly disappointed look at her, silently lecturing the dog to see why she ran off so suddenly.

"So... You're the owner?" a voice spoke as Christian held his dog. The voice was actually you, the person watching over the two dogs play fighting earlier, "I was wondering where the owner of that pup' is... Considering the detached latch..." you added, pointing over the metal attachment latched on the metal ring of Lori's collar. The same metal was supposed to be the one attached to her leash.

Christian lightly chuckled, albeit, a bit nervous considering the situation.

"Yeah... Sorry 'bout that, I realized it was too late when she got out of it..." Christian said, earning a wave and shake of hand from you, "It's no worries, my doggo here also had fun with her, and I believe she did too," you replied, your dog now bumping its head against your leg, a sign that it seeks your attention.

Christian nodded, now seemingly relieved that you're absolutely fine about what happened.

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The two of you chatted for a little while, pushing aside how both your dog and his are now trying to play fight again while the two of you walked.

Later on, both of you bid your farewell, Christian walking away with Lori in his arms(Leash broken, he can't risk her running off again) while you stopped for a short minute to adore your dog as well as check for anything loose like on the collar, leash, harness, and everything before continuing to walk back into your apartment building.

You thought for a moment of the man and chuckling as your mind thought of when could the two of you met again. Chuckling, you shook off the idea. He's just a stranger. You two just met. It's just a one-time thing. Those thoughts ran to your mind as you reached your apartment building.

Greeting the lady at the front, who you pay your bills to, before reaching the elevators. To your surprise, you once again met the same stranger from earlier, in front of the elevators, waiting as well.

As if faith really likes playing tricks on you, your dog lightly barked at Christian's way, his head turning your way as he heard your dog bark.

"It's you, again," Christian greeted, a happy but also surprised look on his face. "... Yeah..." you slowly said, rubbing the back of your neck and you stand behind him, waiting for the elevator too.

"When I thought of when we would meet again, I didn't think this quick..." you joked, lighting up the semi-awkward situation. Christian chuckled at that, a tinge of red in his features, "Likewise," he replied, now earning the same hue of red in your own features as you both realized each other's words in another way.

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The elevator dinged before it opened its doors for the two of you to enter.

The day was relevant early, so not many people were out nor awake at the moment. There were not many people on the ground floor of the apartment building, leaving the elevator only containing the two of you plus each other's dogs.

As Christian, with Lori still in his arms, attempted to push the button to his apartment's floor, you suddenly went forward and pressed the same floor number. Christian looked at you (a bit surprised) confusingly, now making you look confused as to why he looked at you like that. "What?" you asked, confused at him, "Its my apartment floor number," you added, earning no response from Christian.

"Wait... You lived on the same floor?" you asked, realizing his silence. He only nodded in return. As if things couldn't get any worse(or beautifully).

The two of you lived in the same building and lived on the same floor, and the cherry on top? The two of you are neighboring apartments, with his parallel to yours.

Fighting your mental discombobulation, you hastily bid Christian farewell before ushering your dog inside and closing the door behind you and sliding down onto the floor, back against the door. You placed both your hands together and into your face, trying to deny what's happening. In your defense, despite just meeting, Christian is a cute yet good-looking man, and you're not just talking about physical-wise, but also personality-wise. He's kind, albeit awkward earlier, yet he's still nice to talk to, not to mention if looks could kill, he would be one of the highest killers there is.

As you mentally combust, your dog looks at you, tilting its head as if wondering why its owner is acting like this.

Trying to mentally calm yourself, you just placed both your hands on the cheeks of your dog, tilting its head side to side as if trying to distract yourself from your on-going 'Barely met, but you already love him' moment.

Sighing, you looked at your dog once more, softly smiling before closing your eyes and leaning your head back into the door, "What am I going to do with my life...?" you asked, more to, yourself as you placed both hands back on your face.

Little did you know that someone else is having the same exact scenario as you are behind closed doors.

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Lori looked at her owner in wonder as Christian walked back and forth around his apartment, head up in the clouds. Only then did he stop when he accidentally bumped into one of the furniture. Lightly cursing as he scoots the item back to its original place just before Christian bumped it.

Deflated, he plopped down onto the sofa, hands sliding across his face as he questions himself why his mind is now thinking about the stranger he just met, you. If seeing and realizing you lived on the building he lives on too is bad, the amount of mental strength he held to not combust right then and there when he realized you were the neighbor on the other side of the hallway is immaculate.

"Goodness, Lori... Why must you drag me in like this...?" he groaned, sinking himself deeper into the sofa. Lori could only whine and bark as if she didn't know what he's talking about.

Christian could only chuckle at that. Looking out at the city below, the scenery was lovely, he thought, but those thoughts soon drifted to you. A stranger whom he just met, now making him have these things no one else can. Now, he questions himself once more with one specific question.

If these are the things you make him have just by meeting you, what else can you do to him once the two of you continue meeting 'coincidentally'?

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》 Archiver's Notes: Just a little something considering DPR Ian is back again to grab me on chokehold. Note, he already has me on chokehold ever since his performance in K-Star Spark in Bangkok.

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Livestream Shenanigans

Christian Yu X EquallyPopular!Reader

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》 Summary: After long days in work as DPR, Christian finally manage to come home to you and wants nothing but to stick to you like glue throughout. Unfortunately, you promised to your own fans a few days ago of a livestream at that specific night.|

》 Warnings: Clingy!Christian Yu, so might be OOC, pure fluff, all you did was answer and interact with fans during the livestream while Christian in the background clinging to you like a koala, whiny(?) Christian, self-indulgent because the Archiver missed him, pink-haired Christian because that's what he was dawning around this time.|

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A sigh came from you as your phone was now being bombarded by notifications from all your social media. You shouldn't have promised that livestream.

In hindsight, both of you were popular artists under your own genres that soon connected to two of you until you guys together.

A few more weeks, if not months, after that, you two went official, announcing that the two of you are happily together.

Of course, it did started a few controversy here and there, a few haters of how you should be with someone better or that Christian needs someone better, but its nothing the two of you can handle. None of those could ruin what the two of you had now.

So that's when Christian had to leave for a few days due to a part of his world tour. Now, he had come home, all he wants is to just be with you.

Clinging to you throughout the day, smothering your body with smooches and kisses, hands never leaving you and wherever you are in the house, he would need to also be there.

It was until late at night when you realised something. A livestream you promised to have is suppose to be tonight. Of course, being the person you are, you're not the type to back from your own word.

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"Christian... Jagiya, wake up," you nudged Christian awake, who replied in a whiny groan. He was cuddling with you, arms wrapped around your body like that of a koala. You continued to nudge him until he looked up at you with sleepy eyes.

You chuckled at the look on his face, couldn't help but land a kiss on his lips.

"Livestream, hun'..." you muttered, your phone on your unoccupied hand as the other was under and around his body, hand in his back.

Christian replied in a sound of what sounded like a groan and a hum, "Go ahead..." he answered before going back down to nuzzle himself by your neck.

You want to say something else, but you decided to against it, you couldn't do anything much as all he basically wants is to be close to you.

Opening your phone again, you opened your socials and readied yourself. You hesitated for a moment, before deciding to hit live.

It loaded for a moment before seeing yourself with the words 'Live started'.

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It wasn't long until a wave of views entered the live and comments appeared.

Most of them started at 'Hi's, 'Hello's and emojis that soon become questions and comments. You greeted them all as they greeted, replying to some and chuckling as others thought you were lying and breaking your promise by not livestreaming for the day.

Yet, it wasn't long until fans noticed a tuff of pink hair by your neck.

User - Am I seeing what I'm seeing?

User - Is that Christian beside you?

User - I'm seeing a tuff of pink puff on your neck.

Fans started mentioning him, and all you did was chuckle at all of them. There's no point in hiding anything as they are already aware we are together.

"Yes, it's Christian, he came home last night and wanted nothing but to be with me," you answered, earning an influx of fans surging the comments.

User - Lucky.

User - Sometimes, I forget these two are together. Too good to be true.

User - And here they thought Christian is the one big spooning.

User - I don't know if I wanna be him or them.

You chuckled again at the comments sent by your fans. A bit in you was kind of glad that there aren't any haters or mean comments being sent, making this even more wholesome.

Your line of thought was then stopped as Christian started to move and groan, slowly looking up as he saw the light coming from your phone.

"Jagiya's awake," you said, chuckling. Christian, still having sleep all over him, could only hum and give a small wave before cuddling back to you.

He then muttered something that you couldn't quite catch at the moment.

"Love, you need to speak for me to understand you," you commented, forgetting of the live for a moment as you spoke to Christian.

"How long... Do you have to live...?" He repeated, peeking his head back up.

Realising he really wants your affection once more, you could only look back to your fans and read their comments.

User - Christian wants affection. GIVE HIM NOW.

User - Man, forget about us, go love that baby.

User - SMOOCH THAT BOY.

User - Petition on seeing them kiss Christian. I don't care how many times we've seen it, WE STILL NEED IT.

Noticing most of them were about being fine if you end the live already, you smiled. You thanked everyone that joined and watched all the way and ended the live.

Putting your phone down, you then wrapped your arm around Christian, who seemed to sigh happily as you do so. Practically being surrounded by you.

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As you both slept, a part of you remembers what could possibly happen with your socials by the time you awoke again, but you didn't care. All you care was the current.

And that current was with you cuddling Christian as he also happily slept with you.

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》 Archiver's Notes: Just something I entried for the sake of my head not exploding because of Christian Yu's existence. The moment this man comes to my country(if ever), I will discombobulate.

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Cuteness Aggression

Hyun X reader

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》 Summary: A day with Hyun and your aggression with his confused (not so) little self. |

》 Warnings: Reader's love language is physical touch and cuteness aggression, Hyun just lets reader do whatever with him, confused Hyun, straight fluff, smooches, OOC? cuddling.|

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"Welcome home, love!" You greeted as you heard the front door click, and in comes your wonderful idol of a boyfriend, Hyun. Hyun brings his head up after managing to remove his shoes, a soft smile in his features as he heard your voice.

You pulled him into a big hug and brought your lips into his, Hyun relishing how you acted around him on such short notice. In hindsight, the two of you weren't that long together in a relationship, but far enough that you could just be whoever you are in the relationship. You knew him way back when he was chronically offline throughout social media. It wasn't that far off or long, but you were there when he decided to debut as one of the members of XLOV, a kpop boy group that goes under the genre of genderless concept of things.

Although you weren't a celebrity or anything near it, you both still love each other to the fullest. Of course, things have to be hidden, and your relationship isn't officially announced. A few of Hyun's friends, specifically his fellow members, Wumuti, Haru, and Rui, knew of the relationship and was completely fine by it. Although Hyun does get a few teases right then and there, it didn't help that Hyun is on the maknae side of things as he was the second youngest, opposing to his tall self.

"Hey, missed you," Hyun said, a smidge of what sounded like a whine as he spoke, "Missed you too," you replied.

The two of you stayed in each other's arms before you decided to bring him to your shared room, letting him change first before plopping into the bed with you. The two of you then started to ramble about each other's day, mostly with Hyun as often times, it can be tiring to be an idol, but he also listens to yours as well. It was until you said something that he somewhat he didn't get.

"I'm sorry, huh?" Hyun asked, not understanding what you said. You tried repeating what you said, in which only confused Hyun even more, confusion now written all over his face.

Thanks to this, you were now also distracted due to Hyun's adorable confused face. You could only chuckle and just hold his face, palms on his cheeks. This only made Hyun even more confused. Why were you suddenly like this now?

As if reading his mind, you chuckled again, "You're so cute, you know that?" you said, giving his cheeks a little squish. Deciding to just go along with it, Hyun chuckled and let you play with his cheeks. Holding you by your wrists, he let you pour all your cuteness aggression to him as it was supposed to be. After a while, you then decided squishing his cheeks weren't enough, you resolve in smooches. Covering his faces with kisses, he could only let you. Why shouldn't he? He was fine and happy, and you were fine and happy as well.

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"Are you done?" Hyun asked with a slight chuckle as you now wrapped your arms around him. You only responded with a hum of agreement, placing your face on the skin between his neck and shoulders. Hyun chuckled again, seemingly your cuteness aggression has also not only drained the aggression but also your energy.

Hyun then placed one of his hands on the back of your head and the other by your waist, placing a kiss on the crown of your forehead.

"Sweet dreams, jagiya," he muttered, allowing the both of you to succumb into sleep.

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》 Archiver's Notes: Consider this as a short drabble/entry but screw it. This archiver's bias is Hyun. And yes, Confused Hyun is the best Hyun.

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Surprise

Gi-hun & In-ho X FormerVIP!Reader

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》 Summary: After the 33rd Squid Game, you haven't had a single thrill and enthusiasm run through you after. That is until a years later, you got a little message where they're recruiting people for a new Squid game. And being the curious person you are, you wondered if its more fun being IN the game than watching it. |

》 Warnings: SPOILERS FOR THE WHOLE SERIES, Large Change of Story, reader is player '455', enemies to something else type trope(on Gi-hun), reader purposely teasing Gi-hun, reader is basically In-ho but much more outer with their chaos, In-ho knows how you look-like under the mask and vice-versa. |

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You sighed, taking in the large room that is the dormitory to where you woke up to. You were half expecting this place to be the same. It's been a while, after all. 'Little change, not going to lie,' you thought to yourself as you've taken notice the designs on the walls of the dormitory, different from the one you noticed when you were a VIP.

As everyone awoke and started gathering in the middle just as the same old pink guards appeared in front, they welcomed everyone for what's about to happen.

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'There he is...' you thought to yourself as you, along with the rest of the players, lined up to take pictures for their profile, and among those players was Player 456, the former player and winner of the previous Squid Games. It also seemed he had plans for this Squid Game.

As the screen took a picture of you, you then followed the rest through the maze of stairs towards the 1st game round.

Meanwhile, as your profile appeared on the screen floor in the management room, someone noticed it. More so, the Frontman did. How couldn't he? Both of you showed your faces to each other during the Squid Game show the Frontman had done for the 33rd Squid Games. Despite the both of you knowing that it is against the rules to remove our given masks, we both still did. Why? Neither of you knew, but remember the soft feeling between the two of you as you two separated from the other VIPs as they took breaks and lounged in the VIP room.

From then on, the Frontman failed to forget about you, secretly hoping there's a chance or a way for you to reunite with him again. Yet it was as if the Gods heard him and fulfilled his wish, but in the most fucked up way possible as he stared down on your number tile, smiling so brightly yet chaotically as the camera took the picture.

Cursing under his breath, many thoughts and questions ran through his mind as to why and how you manage to get yourself into this mess into these games.

As he continued to stare, the square manager wearing all black looked at him as he continued to do so.

"Someone familiar, Sir?" the manager asked, earning a shook of the Frontman's head, but deep down, he does. Not familiar, but someone he couldn't get out of his head.

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"1st Game, red light, green light," the announcer above spoke as the doll started to move, rotating its upper body around and moving its arm up as if covering it.

The players around you murmured around you as they questioned the game, a kid's game, in fact. All you can do is stare in awe but also smirk at the people around you. They're up for a hell ride for the first game.

As this goes on, the Frontman tensed ever so often in his little theatre room as the cameras showed everyone, but his eyes remained on your back, your number flashing at him as if mocking him, that thanks to him, you found your way back but under the worst way possible.

For now, all he can do is watch, watch, and hope that you'll survive this 1st round.

That was when player 456 ran in front and screamed to listen to him, and of course, unlike the players who are new to this, you listened. Why wouldn't you? He played this before, but something tells you that this is the only game that will be similar to the previous Squid game.

As the man shouted for everyone to freeze when the doll turned, everyone ignored him as if he was going crazy. As you approach past him, you whispered to him, "It's hopeless to be a hero here," you whispered, making his eyes widen, yet he couldn't do anything, can't he? The doll turned again, and you cheekily hopped across the field before the doll turned its head once more. You were about to do something devilish until you heard a woman scream before getting shot seconds after. It was followed by another scream of a woman and a lot more people as they get shot due to moving while the doll is still looking. While this all happened, all you can do is silently giggled It looks like you didn't have to do all the work after all.

As the doll turned its head again, you went for it. You noticed how everyone lined up to prevent themselves from getting detected, and of course, you were on the edge of one of the lines.

Just as the man screamed again as everyone lined up, you smiled and pushed the people in front of you, roughly getting at least 6 of them as they all looked back in shock and betrayal before getting ultimately shot, blood splattering not only on the ground but a few on you as well.

As the doll turned its head back again, you continued moving without care, occasionally tripping a few players here and there. Some got shot because of it, and some survived. Meanwhile, back at In-ho, he didn't know whether or not should he be concerned or grateful for you as on one hand, who were jeopardizing Gi-hun's plan, but on the other hand, you were playing with life and death with your theatrics. Yet, all he can do is watch, for now.

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A soft giggle escaped you as you sat back in one of the bunk beds. Although there were a few nasty glares coming your way due to the fact that you basically brought death to some of the players you pursued towards player 456.

"Player 456, is it?" You asked, and of course, you were returned with a glare from the player. You only smiled to this before extending your hand out to him. You told him your name, and you asked for his, "May I know your name?" you asked him. He seemed hesitant at first, the memory of my words and my doings during the first game still fresh in his memory. Yet, you sadly didn't get his name as you and the other's attention was brought by the pink guards who entered the dormitory, ultimately causing everyone to started bowing and apologizing to them due to a misunderstanding of the games.

"There must be a misunderstanding," the pink guard standing in the middle spoke before explaining the game's rules once more, meanwhile, you leaned over one of the bunk's pole just as player 456 slowly approached the middle, speaking how it was said in the rules that everyone can choose a vote whether or not they could leave after each round, to which, the pink guard confirmed his words. And so, the voting began.

The pink guard explained how the voting system works, 'x' for those who wish to leave the game and 'o' for those who wishes to continue, whichever side wins would decipher the next course of action.

It then started, with player 456 starting the voting. Sure enough, he voted 'x', the pink guard handed him his patch before he walked away to the side of 'x'. You then followed, being the player number lower than him by a point, and of course, you voted 'o'. You took your patch and patted it to your jacket before walking away, not while sending Gi-hun a wink with a cheeky smile. He returned the gesture with another harsh glare. Oh, this will be a fun round of games.

As the voting came to its close end, the voting came to a tie, making the last remaining player decipher the next move. To continue or to leave. With a press of a button, 'o' had the winning vote, earning cheerful scream from those who chose 'o', including yourself.

While you cheered with the rest of the 'o' voters, someone watches you as they approach the same group, In-ho. On the contrary, he was in a battle of himself as he chose whether to continue or not, but he must continue the games. Yet, what about you? It was clear you wanted to continue as well, but would you even survive? Yet all those thoughts quieted out as he heard your voice amidst the screams of both teams, cheering and jumping as you chant 'o' over and over again. So you wanted to play, then let's play.

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"Excuse me," a familiar voice came to you as you lay there on one of the bunk beds, you looked to see the all too familiar man you saw all those years ago, "In-" you got up, about to say his real name before he stopped you. Covering your mouth with his hand, he hushed you, "Young-il, call me Young-il for now..." he spoke in a shushed voice. You nodded before he moved his hand away from your mouth.

There was a small silence that came after the short conversation until you spoke, "So? After that, 456 as well?" You teased, leaning forward towards In-ho. A part of you hoped he still had that same feeling the two of you had during the last Squid Game as you leaned close to him, "His name is Gi-hun, but yes," In-ho replied, earning a nod and hum from you as he casually said the truth.

Just then, he held you by your wrist and pulled you back in, "But what the hell are you doing here?" In-ho asked. There was a glint of worry clouded by irritation and annoyance behind his eyes as you shrugged and giggled at him, "Cause I want to see you again? I also want to know what it's like to see the games in the players' perspective, and it looked like you do too?" you asked him, lightly tapping the '001' patch on his jacket. He onlu grumbled and let go of you. You know, I looked back at that player 456, and a little idea came into my mind.

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"Help us, Sir... I pressed the 'o' because of you," In-ho said, making the impression of desperation in money and fear, "You made me think I could maybe play just one more game," he continued, earning agreements and 'same's from the rest of the people with us. It kind of sucked considering how you acted when you voted 'o' earlier, and so, you just looked away, head down as if you regretted your decisions.

You could feel Gi-hun's gaze at you before looking away as In-ho spoke, averting his attention, "Sir, you know which game's next, don't you?" he asked, earning a 'That's right' from Gi-hun, "You're a previous winner, that meant you should know, correct?" you asked him, finally looking back at him whilst trying to look as desperate as possible.

Gi-hun just looked at you before looking back down, "The second game... Was Dalgona," Gi-hun said. You looked back at In-ho as he looked like he had something up his sleeves. Something told you that things had changed completely.

"Dalgona?" You asked, "The one where you could carve shapes out of?" you added, earning another agree from Gi-hun. Gi-hun then continued to explain the second game's premise as you fought the urge to hold a smirk, knowing In-ho, he wouldn't repeat the same games again. The doll was just a hoax for Gi-hun to fall to.

Meanwhile, as everyone thought of strategies and thoughts for the second game, Gi-hun's eyes slowly went to you. Sure, you were something of a chaotic little thing, but somehow, you were different, like something about you pulling him. Little was he aware, In-ho felt the same thing towards you, but unlike the two men, you are well aware of the effects you could have, and you were well aware that sooner or later, both men would be falling in love with you

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》 Archiver's Notes: In all honesty, I didn't know what to do as plot for these two, then I remembered the VIPs of season 1(with the addition of the theory that one of the S2 players were actually one of the VIPs just because they share the same actor), so why not use that as the backstory of the plot. Also, I may avert from the Squid Game for now. Keyword, maybe.

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" Greetings, readers, it is I once again. Now, first of all, a quick word that I might be able to tell(post) any new entry for a little while as I have other matters to attend to, like school and artworks I needed to finish. This, although, doesn't mean I'll be on hiatus, no. I could still answer suggestions, asks, and messages sent to me. "

" Now, with that out of the way, I have a possible entry that I've been thinking as a form of rekindling something. What're your thoughts on a Herobrine x Reader entry? It's something I've been thinking ( -_-)°°° "

" So, what are your thoughts? As of the Gihun x Reader x Inho entry, it is still in the making. Let the Herobrine entry be a short drabble while I do other matters ( –>–)>□ "

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Dog

Recruiter / Salesman X GN!Reader

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》 Summary: Where instead of meeting Gi-hun as expected, you got to him first in the motel, and now, you are the one playing his game. Though, you have your own cards up your sleeves. In which, instead of dying in his own game, you decided to change how the ending of his supposed life goes from this point and onwards. |

》 Warnings: SPOILERS TO SQUID GAME SEASON 2 EPISODE 1, Use of weaponry(guns), Russian roulette, large change of story, possible OOC, Implied Master/pet, degradation(questionable, reader tells recruiter same lines gihun did originally), Reader is observant of their surroundings, Implications of stalking. |

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You panted as you approach the pink motel, immediately taking notice of the light signage above emanating a pink hue. He's here, you thought as your phone ran with Gi-hun name written on the screen.

"He's here..." Is all you said as you slowly entered the motel, all you can here from your phone was Gi-hun saying okay and the sound what seemed to be him speeding up his car before the call was ended.

For context, three years ago, you were also one of the people who was recruited to be in the games. But unlike the rests and Gi-hun, you didn't took the over and discarded the card somewhere in your bag, completely forgetting about it until you met Gi-hun who's in seemingly stress trying to find a so-called salesman recruiting people to these games. The two of you knew each other due to relations with Gi-hun's former wife and kid, but also for helping him out at times like his friend does.

It was when he asked you to help him find this salesman once again, showing you the very same old card that he got before that reminded you of your own, trashed somewhere in your same old bag, in which you found again.

The look in Gi-hun's face when he realized you just dodged the very same bullet he and other players' hadn't, a look of utter shock and surprise that was soon changed as he realized he now could have an ally because you, too, was almost recruited.

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Slowly, you opened the door to the room Gi-hun works around, his room, and was greeted by the very same recruiter you gave you the card those years ago. The man turned around to meet not Gi-hun but you. Your eyes didn't fail to noticed the slight widen of his eyes before quickly covering it under his facade.

"You two have been busy... Look at all of this," he whistled, smiling as he pointed the gun around the map Gi-hun had on the wall, several stations crossed out and marked. "... Real busy, thanks to you..." You muttered back, standing tall as if he and his gun doesn't phase you one bit.

As he wandered around the room, smiling all throughout, you remained silent, as if eyeing him down like prey before he sat down on the chair pushed onto the wall. In this room, the atmosphere between the two of you, between who is prey and who is predator, is in a blender of a mix.

"You know... We should be thankful for you... Or my friend, Gi-hun, wanted to thank you," you started, swinging your head back as you sat down as well, chair opposing to his, the only gap between the two of you is the small round table.

The man raised an eyebrow to this, "Yeah? For what?" He asked, leaning back on the chair he sat, a faint smugness on his face.

You can almost curse out loud at the small and silent actions he could pull at you.

Answering his question, you just shrugged, "Can't tell, not my tale to tell..." you answered, to which, he returned with another smile.

"All I did was extend the invitation. I'm just a delivery man," he said, to which you responded quickly, "And to which, my friend wishes to know who hired you to do this... He wants a little chat," you replied, leaning over as you glared at the man.

"Tell me what he wish to know or tell to them, I'll gladly share it with them" he replied, earning a no from you, "No, we're not doing that...." you said as you shook your head. "Well, even if I or he told you, an underling like yourself wouldn't understand it," you added, leaning back with a grin on your face.

He lightly chuckled, but there was an underlying sense of irritation in his voice. "How did you think I got to where I am?" He asked me, tilting his head as he looked at you dead in the eyes.

"I don't really give a fuck on how you become their damn lapdop," but one hell of a fine lapdog, you thought to yourself after you commented on his question, "And you know damn well, what we, no, he wants is your master," you added, pointing at the man.

He then hummed at this, bringing the gun he held back up, "Do you think your special just because you rejected playing and befriended the latest winner?" He asked, tsking as he takes in the loaded gun and checked its cylinder.

You didn't answer his question, of course, as the two of you had different views yet a similar understanding answer.

The gun clicked, its cylinder going back in as he pointed it at you. "Why don't we play a game?" He asked you, pulling the trigger only to came out empty.

You now knew what he wishes to play.

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He smiled, he didn't get through you as you pulled the trigger towards your head.

Russian Roulette, a known yet dangerous game that revolves around gambling your life in the cylinder of the held gun.

You went first as the gun pointed at you when the man spun the weapon. You pulled the trigger, of course. Then, you both took turns pulling the trigger.

It was when something shifted in you when the man leaned forward during his turn, taking the gun and placing its barrel in his mouth. He looked at you straight in the eyes before pulling the trigger. Emtpy as he smiled with the gun barrel still in his mouth.

Despite denying, that action made you feel something, and you know damn well it isn't appropriate.

And now, at the final round, where the last two rounds would decipher who would die or live, rather than the expecting burst of anger to point the gun at him instead, forcing it to be his turn and yours next, you pulled the trigger at yourself, ignoring the underlying attempt to get your anger get the better of you. Yet that didn't happen as you tossed the gun back to him, the weaponry sliding across the table before stopping right in front of him as he slowly took the gun. And once again, you didn't fail to notice the slight shift in his eyes, the way they moved as he realized that he lost in his own game.

"What's wrong? Mind beginning to race?" you asked him, throwing his own words back at him.

"You really think I'm that easy to get, you must've thought I was a coward when I didn't participate the games, did you?" You started, mocking him as you leaned away, gaze eyeing him down like prey.

"... But the thing is... I listened to my gut, and my damn gut told me to leave it be, do not participate... And so I fucking didn't," you sneered, pointing and tapping your fingers at the table seperating the two of you.

"And you know what my gut tells me right now?" You asked, tilting your head. It was as if the way he acted transferred to you, and how you once was transferred to him. "My damn gut tells me how much of a damn fucking dog you are to them... You put your little mask on, and do whatever damn those masters tells you to... As. Their. Damn. Dog."

You stopped for a moment, taking in the unknown and unfamiliar emotion weitted across his features. One that you may tell as defeat, shame, and fear, not of you, but of death.

"And another thing my gut tells me..." you started again. Although, this time around, things are slightly different.

"Is that you're fucking in love..." you said, taking in the way his eyes twitched in shock, stopping himself to look surprised to no avail. "Don't even try to hide it, I've seen you and your dirty games behind my back," you started again.

Ever since that meeting at the station, you couldn't help but feel like someone is often watching you, yet you never tried to show that you're aware. But in the corner of your peripheral vision, he was there. No matter where or when, he would be there, watching you, whether it was from the sidelines, in cafes or stores, or in bolder times, passing by you.

You grew to notice him even more up to this point where in the past months, his seemingly stalking presence had been absent. This which somehow weirded you out.

And now, you knew why.

"I've seen you, until these months, where I've now known that you've been recruiting others again..." you said, shaking your head.

You spoke your words while he stared at you, a visible awestruck in his face. He didn't realised you were onto him this whole time, and he thought you were fairly easy to stalk around. Oh how wrong he was about you.

Noticing his face, you smirked, "So... Admit it, you love me, ever fucking since that meeting at the station," you said. And there, he smirked, you won and he lost in his own game.

Then, he finally spoke.

"I love you,"

Then, he quickly pointed the gun at his chin, a loud shot echoed in the building. Yet there was no blood. Now, you held him by the wrist, the same one that held the gun, with the item now pointing away from his chin and now at the ceiling. He was quick, but you could be as well.

A look of shock was evidently written all over his face as there you were, basically saving his life from the meant punishment of his game.

"Now, let's not go there... I have other things to do for you, dog..." You laced out a seemingly fitting nickname for him as you yet to know his actual name. You slowly removed the gun off his hand as you slide your own in his, intertwining the fingers as he somehow subconsciously does as well. Meanwhile, your other hand hovers over his face, fingertips lingering over the skin of his cheek and jawline before you leaned forward. With this, you whispered.

"Let's start over, shall we?"

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"Are you sure you don't want to go also?" Gi-hun asked as he and some group of guys went into vans to execute Gi-hun's plan.

You shook your head at his question, "This is your plan and goal, not mine... I'm not the one who participated anyway," you answered, silently giving indication that I already have gotten what I went for in the first place.

Gi-hun nodded to this, patting my shoulder before entering the car and drove off, followed by the two vans which had the groups of men.

You watched as the vehicles drove away before entering the motel again, to which, Gi-hun gave you the building for the time being of their plan. You were fine about this of course, now that you have the wanted man with you now.

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Head resting in your chest, the man remained in spiral. He was suppose to be dead, yet here he was, alive just because of you and the mutual feeling you both feel for each other.

"Still in thought?" You muttered, one hand on his back and the other on his hair.

He just hummed and nodded in return, earning a scoff from you, "What? Afraid shit like this with me would go on only for you to be killed by them?" You asked him, earning a shrug from his shoulders.

Despite only a day, if not mere hours, after that game, the man easily melted under you, not the facade he wore like before, no, this was somehow a raw version of himself.

"Got a tracker in you or something? We can easily remove it," you added, gaze up at the ceiling as you do so. He hummed to your words, feeling him fiddle over the hem of your shirt.

After which, both of you just decided to stay in and sleep, forgetting everything surrounding the two of you and worrying about them tomorrow.

For now, you wish to just spend the time with this loose screws of a man for now.

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》 Archiver's Notes: For any reader who is wondering, yes, this entry is slightly inspired by another writer. Though I can't tell who it was as I didn't manage to check the username, this is inspired by theirs. Feel free to tell their username or the entry(fanfic) name.

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