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Jumping in Between Pages (as a mob character)

Summary:

I realized, that perhaps the BL gods are now taking their anger on me for faithfully breaking down flags.. Behold, my suffering.

Chapter 1: VS Travelling

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

Seemingly a sociable and reliable person, a cool air around him, a comfortable yet lonely aura exhibiting around him. Will our beloved MC finally break down his bravely protected wall of- I have to stop you there author-sama. 

 I, the one who was supposed to stay as a mob character.. got isekaid to multiple cliche BL tropes.

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 Now you are probably wondering not how I could 'travel', but instead how I got isekai'd in the first place. 

 After hearing a certain rotten writer who somehow has "camouflaged" with my neighbour's bush, it was already proving to be a difficult day. I judged this drooling madman furiously writing notes through the window of my car as I prepared to go out. 

 Do all BL characters have no sense of shame or basic common sense? You're trespassing. I'm envious of how people walking by seemed to ignore this absolute display of shamelessness. 

 Consoling my infected ear, I retreated to where my lover is. Lovingly sprawled on the couch.

  "Mii-chan~~♡ You know no one compawes to you~~ no human being can ever be like you~~"

 We were just having an intimate moment until –

 " Awww is Mii-chan giwing me a paw paw?~~ Do you want me to pat your back?~~ I ca– *slap* 

. .

 

.

 

I am suddenly bowing, knees and head on the ground. If my cat announces a divorce, a weekly pay, or anything as long as it is not anything BL, so be it. 

" Lowly human, if you keep resisting here, then we shall succeed in another universe. "


 I jinxed it.

 Shit.

 Retreat-

 Ok just pretend nothing happened. In order for a mob character like me to not get fed into a dungeon full of wolves (ahem- men ), I must orderly act as if it was a hallucination. Yes yes, my cat just talked and I just suddenly have schizophrenia. Pretend pretend..


…Pretend? My darling has spoken!

"Awwh~~ Miiko-chan is so clever, learning how to speak huh? Are you just speaking or are you just purring? Wait does this mean I can finally show my true affection?! MheoWW~~ Mii-chan you heard me right?~ Ah, I finally understand parents being so excited about their child speaking for the first time. Cats are so much better though, right Mii-chan?~ MhEo–"

*slap*

 My head has recently been meeting the ground today. 

 I finally confessed, I have no regrets.

 “ Stupid Aniki! Why are you… ANIKI?!”

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 Behold, the current me right now.

 With a sick-looking face, crouching down near a modern and quaint looking restaurant with an eye catching rainbow vomit carcassing out of my mouth. Definitely a Tuesday morning for BL inhabitants.

 How I am still alive or why I’m vomiting rainbow, I’ve got no idea.

 But what is happening in mine and other’s eyes, are absolutely abnormal. 

 Abnormal = Flags. Flags = Abnormal. b = l , l = b

 Simple communication law. A law that is heavily needed that the other supposedly main term has lost its purpose.

 I suppress my inner turmoil and anxiousness, ridding the uncomfortable feeling in my throat and liquidness on my stomach. Unnecessary panic leads to nothing but shitty bl main characters with a 2 for 1 deal of annoying sparkly flowery backgrounds, and men leads to flags. Unless they are already taken.  

 I concluded my current situation. From the flashback given earlier, Miiko-chan actually talked! And then killed me.. in this new world. Fantasy.

 I only have heard such plots before but didn't read much into it because I thought I lived in quite a peaceful world.

 I thought. I should’ve known when I could see ghosts..

 My annoyance towards my dizziness increases and so does my annoyance at the puppy-eyed main character spreading his floralusis infection everywhere, and asking me stupid questions.

 Hey I can tolerate the flowers but why the hell are you asking me if I am going through my cycle!

 I slid my eyes to his surroundings, behind, behind me. 

 Suddenly, I feel an anonymous aura standing behind me the moment the protagonist infront of me leaned closer and touched my forehead at the back of his hand.

 No, I’m not gonna be used for your misunderstanding arc and an unhealthy amount of rape just because you shitheads can’t even talk or listen to one another. I feel too guilty and it is just wrong. Unlike some people I was proudly raised well. 

 This lack of privacy is disturbing, please get your boyfriend away from me.

Notes:

Thank you for reading my work! Constructive criticism is REALLY appreciated as this is my first story

And if you will, please give me ideas. I also want to base this off actual cliche mangas so please recommend me some college / working omegaverse or A/B/O fics.

Edited: 5/08/25

Chapter 2: Travelling (extended)

Summary:

Troubled lover of the dog having heated problems with someone.

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

 My vision spurred into the endless blue skies, decorated with hanging bleached clouds. Pure, without sin. That thought suddenly stabbed into my conscience. 

  Youji.. I'm sorry my love.. but it doesn’t feel the same anymore.. I recited, chanted, murmured and memorised and burned those words into my mouth and mind. I do this as I tend to have a habit of losing words the moment I need to talk, so they say. 

 I held my phone, our matching phone case replaced with my old one, his phone charm is nothing but a mere fleeting thought a high-school girl could imagine. 2:15pm.. He should be here by now. 

 When I’m around him, I do feel something. But it doesn’t feel like love. 

 It doesn’t feel like those warming your heart, butterflies in your stomach, all happy like. When I am with Youji, I feel something.. more intense. Instead of letting the butterflies occupy your stomach, I would rather eat them. I want him to feel some sort of pain only from me. I want him by my side. always.

 I wanna see him bleed, have those gorgeous purple crescents burned into his skin.

Iwanthimhimheissmineheissmineheissmineheissmineheissmineheissmineheissmineheissminheissmineheissmineheissmineheissmineheissmineheissmineheissmineheissmineheissmineheissmineheissmineheissmineheissmineheissmineheissmineheissmineheissmineheissmineheissmineheissmineheissmineheissmineheissmineheissmineheissmineheissmineheissmineheissmineheissmineheissmineheissmine

 I sighed.

 Maybe… it’s time to give up and continue as a loner. It would be for the best considering Youji’s outburst yesterday.

 My mind has been resolved.

 That is, until I found him with another man?!

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 Now, usually when you see a random stranger crouched down, vomiting outside the streets, you have these various options. Either you’d ignore them, question their immodesty for the environment and walk far away from them, make them embarrassed by just standing there looking at the person as if it were an attraction, or pity them, offering a plastic bag or any way to help.

 As always BL finds a way to string people in danger, and also a mountain of nonsense.

 If you could recall the last chapter, a puppy-like mc touched my forehead and almost in sync, an ominous aura was felt behind me. 

 Such is BL.

 I slide my sight towards a possible murderer. A yandere? No problem I’ve got pepper spray, my natural mob instincts, voice and camera recorders just in case. Mafia gangster / scary boyfriend? Easy, don't do anything to the love interest and hurriedly run while apologising away after he stares you down. 

A very mob-like response, and its guaranteed their love interest stops them from killing a random bystander. .

 

I hope so.. 

 My heart sank. If this was one of those stories where the couples are ballistic, often sharing the same mental illness.. 

 I internally bowed my head on the ground.

 Miiko-chan. I’m sorry for mispronouncing how to say I love you in cat language. I am thoroughly disappointed in myself.

 Ayato, since you have become an only child you better atleast adopt a child for our parent’s planned grandkids.

 Touju, go easy on my brother. And don’t think about doing outlandish acts in our sacred house.

 Mom, dad, sorry this freelancing son of yours left without a child. 

 I regained myself. My whole body shaking with practised cowardness, apologies ready to escape from the tip of my tongue.

 Oh, a rich whitehead. I relaxed, not too fast, not too slow.

 Nothing to worry about, they are just usually clingy.

 

 “Youji, what are you doing, crouched on the ground?” 

 ‘Roaches, ants, animals, and their disgusting shit and such have touched that very ground. I cannot let rats such as humans have even an atom of MY-’

   Youji flinched visibly, then relaxed upon seeing the sight of a man casually dressed in expensive designer clothes. If you squint hard enough, you could tell by the way he rigidly ‘relaxes’ his shoulders, his reaction was forced.

   ‘.. still trying to act like this huh..’

 What a dilemma.

  “I-Ikeda-chan! Thank goodness you’re here! See, I’m helping a fellow omega to go through their heat. Thankfully it’s not a serious one but he looks dizzy, he's even throwing up!’

[ Where is the help? And what. Omega?! ]

“--and I only have this one leaf left to help with the scent, and I was about to panic and then.. you were here! Ha- hahaha.. funny how you always appear at the correct times right? It’s because Ikeda-chan is so knowleda-  MPH!!!!! AH- WAI-!!” 

 

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~ { Ikeda held a strong grip on Youji's waist, keeping him trapped in their own space. The spoilt prince claiming what is his’, surprising himself and the other pedestrians on the street. The prince kept going. Not bothered with their stares. The only thing that mattered is that Youji is his’. Here. On him.

Yet, somehow it felt wrong. Somehow, the guy Youji was trying to help was..} ~

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 ...

 ..

 

 They are doing laps inside their mouths now. 

 What the hell. That was so random.

 Doing that. 

 On the street. 

 IN FRONT. OF. ME. THE PRESUMED INJURED.

 I just somehow managed to recover from my shame and headache, and lo and behold this is what is presented to me. My shame from earlier is gone now after seeing this. 

 Not even a second later I was out of focus in their love story, too immersed with clutching at each other’s skin. Because of their BL biology psychology, they suddenly forgot that brains are not an accessory and kissed with their non-verbal hate. This would’ve somehow sounded romantic if it weren't out in the public. Would’ve.

 How convenient. There is a hotel right next to the shop I vomited in. 

 .

 I’ve been used as an excuse for their play again..

Notes:

Thank you for reading my work! Constructive criticism are deeply appreciated!

Ngl a bit dissapointed in this chapter but it deemed good enough. Kudos helped a lot tho<3

Shoutout to Ycullo and djpet5 for their wonderful ideas in which I am definitely going to use for future chapters!

Minor edit: 5/08/25

Chapter 3: VS Soulmates

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

Soulmates. 

A concept that uses the deep and natural connection between people whether it be platonic, romantic and even hateful. These interconnections are usually between two people but there are cases with having more than one soulmate– or none at all.

Honestly.

Shouldn’t there be a filler episode right about now? 

So just a little runback from the last chapter— a certain yandere whitehead ‘claimed’ back his lover and Mob very intellectually ran away from those sparkling flowers gathering up a crowd. to which he eventually ended up in a quiet serene park.

Mob knew better though, so in typical npc fashion he started walking absentmindedly. Look you can’t even see his eyes. Oh wait this is a fic. Well he is a side character after all. To where? No weird isolated places where confessions can take place, definitely.

Upon spotting two clours from the rainbow he deftly changed courses. Ofcourse, this didn’t deter their shouting competition on a simple.. (weird) mistake that sparked up a misunderstanding. 

“I saw you kissing him! Butt naked! Was I not good enough for you?! Were you..really just u-using me this whole time?!” 

“No wait- it’s not like that at all! He was just helpi-”

“Oh I see he just helped you get a load off while I was OCEANS AWAY!”

“...Is that what you really thought of me? A public pervert with his *** out just for anyone to suck on?! ”

[ Can this be even called a misunderstanding author? ]

“From the way you speak of it you basically are you limp d*** bastard!!”

“Don’t pretend like you haven’t ****-!”

“ YOU ASSHOLE YOU ENJOYED THAT TIME I ***** AND **”--- TMI T.M.I.!!  

This is public indecency! Please be mindful of your words! Even when it’s basically deserted, it’s still a children’s park!!

Unbelievably done with the day, Mob prayed helplessly to the cruel bl gods and then wowie! He was back in his bed!

He clearly remembered a hazy memory of a grumbling Ayato kicking his door open and... Wait a kick?! Do you know how much work I’ve been putting to paint over the talismans and if that breaks those damn ghosts will-

Thud!

..yea he definitely remembered he was knocked unconscious cause that brat had just dropped him on his bed.

Mob clearly had his prayers answered. 

He is clearly back in his own bl infested world.

So why is there a damn name tattooed on his wrist!??!

**

And this brings us back to this bullshit.

Fucking soulmates.

He had this confirmed when Ayato the brat had strolled into his room stealing his clothes with the shame of a cat knocking a glass over the table all the while complaining about his soulmate definitely not being alright.

There was also the beautiful traditional penmanship of the name Touju on his calf.

Mob did not want to go outside. 

Sighing in his hands, running over the records of him skimming in those genres [he really should've read a lot more of those fantasy ones]. 

Still, 

This is not much of a change. 

He seems to still be himself in this world except with the addition of a soulmate update. Mob was also confident in his most honed skill of avoiding flags so there is no reason for him to have met with this Akimitsu guy ever.

Yes. He could still salvage this. He looked back at his wrist with growing determination. 

Akimitsu.

… Even the name is troublesome.

If names are believed to be that person’s personality, to which in this crazy world usually is, he might be a sparkling handsome outgoing guy..

No. no way.

There’s no reason for this version of me to have met him. No reason for any version of me succumbing to these cliches!

Okay.

He could still live his normal flagless life as an unimportant mob side character with the ever growing list of avoiding suspects and-

“Oh yeah stupid Aniki, that Akimitsu guy is downstairs. I made him wait for you, his cheesecakes are delicious! Tell him next time to keep coming over!~” 

“What.”

“Thanks for lending this to me! Bye!”

You didn’t even ask! 

..

Great. 

….

Sighhhh.

I stared at my door, the paint over the handmade talismans now starting to peel off.

I hung my head low and dejected. 

“Mii-chan I’m fucked.”

Meowww!

Notes:

Ayato, having misunderstood his brother staring at his soulmark for longing: I’m such a generous brother.
Mob, who doesn’t want any part in any romancing bl bs: FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!

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Hahaha.. Yea uh idk how to finish this arc. I hope I still got their voices. Updates are either just spontaneous or nonexistent at this point, no promises. Had this idea randomly and bugged me until I finally got it written down in a doc. Your lovely comments have helped tremendously with that I must say.
Thank you for the comments!! They stay on my mind!!<33 (is this permission to guilt trip me in the comments to an extent? hahhaha.. maybe??)
For this soulmate thing I might either continue it or leave it for a new idea ... uhh we’ll see how it goes.