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shinski-chan · 11 days ago

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I LOVE YOU, BUT I HATE IT WHEN...

synopsis: a scenario where you decided to do the "i love you, but i hate it when..." trend with enhypen!

paring: enhypen!boyfriend x reader

word count: 2.9k+

notes: crack, fluff, exaggerated reactions, bickering, arguing, petnames, lmk if i missed anything...

author's note: apparently, this trend is all over my tiktok fyp and i suddenly thought of writing for the members. enjoy!

HEESEUNG

you were both lying on the bed, heeseung completely absorbed in his game while you were scrolling through your phone.

a trending video popped up on your fyp, and you got the perfect idea of making hee do it with you.

"love, let's do this..." you shifted closer, shoving your phone in his face.

"wait... no, no..." he muttered, not even glancing your way.

"LOVE!" you yelled, and that’s when he finally turned to you, blinking as if he just noticed you.

"yep?" he asked, acting like he hadn't just ignored you for the past 2 minutes.

"seriously?" you said with a heavy sigh. he just shrugged and turned back to his game, the word "defeat" flashing on his screen.

"what was it about?" he asked, putting his phone down and finally looking at you.

you repeated, "i said, let’s do this!" showing him the video.

he glanced at the screen for two seconds, then shook his head.

"we ain't doing that."

you raised an eyebrow, making it clear there was no room for arguments.

"who goes first?" he asked, sighing dramatically.

"you go first. i’m giving you the spotlight," you said, smirking.

he rolled his eyes but couldn’t help chuckling. "i love you, but i hate it when you always try to make conversation while i’m playing my game, and then expect me to comprehend and react to whatever you just showed me after playing it once."

your eyes widen as you look at him in disbelief, your jaw almost dropping.

"what about earlier?! so, you hated me deep inside when i was shoving the phone in front of you?!" you shouted, crossing your arms.

he laughed even harder to the point that it echoed across the room.

"i’m just kidding, love!" he said, reaching out to pull you close.

"no, that’s it. we’re done." you said dramatically, tossing a pillow at him before stomping towards the door.

as you reached the door, you paused, turned back, and glared.

"i hate it when you always act like you’re busy with your game, but i know you’re just avoiding me!"

heeseung doubled over, practically dying of laughter as you walked out of the room.

JONGSEONG

"do i go first or you go first?" you asked jay, and he spun his gaming chair before giving you an answer.

"ladies first," he said with an exaggerated tone, making you chuckle.

"alright, i love you, but i hate it when i am busy with my game and you always tell me to go to sleep just because you're gonna sleep," you said, waiting for his reaction.

his lips immediately curved into a playful smile, feeling guilty.

"what can i do? i love being around you," he said, but you just laughed.

"alright, your turn," you said. he raised his brows.

"you're done?" he asked, to which you nodded quickly.

"okay..." he trailed off, squinting his eyes as if trying to list all the things he hated about you in his mind.

"i love you, but i hate it whenever we go out on a date, and if i ask you what you want to order, you'll say 'anything,' but then when i order anything, you'll ask me why i ordered it" he said with full emotion, and you just laughed.

just as you were about to take your turn...

"i love you, but i hate it when you always force me to choose between two things you like, then get upset when i pick the one you like less."

"i love you, but i hate it when you ask for my opinion about something, but when i answer, you always look at me like i'm giving you a lecture!"

"i love you, but i hate it when—"

"stooOooppp!" you said, placing your index finger on his lips to stop him.

"are we still playing, or are you completely ranting?" you asked, making him laugh as he pulled you to sit on his lap.

"what did i do?" he asked, gently squeezing your thigh.

"we were supposed to take turns!!" you said, smacking his chest.

"oh, is that it? welp... my bad," he said, and you both laughed.

JAEYUN

jake ran towards the living room; he grabbed a pillow and pulled it over his face like he was trying to hide.

"are you just gonna sit there and avoid me all day?" you asked, tugging the pillow from his face.

"babe, i swear, you're just going to come up with something that'll make us argue again," he mumbled from behind the pillow.

"no we're not," you replied as you continued to tug the pillow, but he held on like his entire life depended on it.

"no way!" he said, shaking his head dramatically.

with that, you keep pestering him, and after a few minutes of wrestling for the pillow, jake finally sighed.

"FINE!" he said in defeat, throwing the pillow aside with all exaggeration.

sitting up straight, he looked at you and started, "i hate you, but—"

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU HATE ME?!" you exclaimed, immediately smacking him with the pillow.

"i said you have to say 'i love you' first before saying what you hate about me!"

jake burst out laughing, holding his stomach. "alright, alright."

he reached for your hand, still giggling uncontrollably. "take two!"

you shake your head, biting your lower lip to keep yourself from laughing. "you're impossible."

jake cleared his throat before he began, "i love you, but i hate it when you always come up with something that makes us argue in the end..."

he leaned forward dramatically before continuing, "you would always ask stupid hypothetical questions like, 'what if i'm not your girlfriend, who would be your girlfriend this time?' then if i gave you an answer, you would get mad, and i would always end up apologizing for something you made up!"

you burst out laughing, hitting him repeatedly with a pillow because you knew he was right.

"no, i don't!"

"YES YOU DO!"

"why does it feel like you've been keeping that ever since?" you asked, almost out of breath because of how exaggerated his reaction was.

he held his chest; his expression was so serious, making you laugh harder. "I DO!" he shouted dramatically, earning another pillow smack.

"shut up!" you said, covering his mouth with your hand as you giggled.

jake laughed into your palm, grabbing your wrist and gently pulling it away. "love, let's not do this..." he begged.

you were shaking with laughter, unable to get over how he put his all into ranting.

"i love you," you said, stealing a kiss from his lips.

"i love you more," he replied, pulling you into his embrace.

"so we're going to do this challenge called 'i love you, but i hate it when...' so basically we'll tell each other i love you first before you tell them what you hate about them."

SUNGHOON

you explained while looking at sunghoon who was staring at the floor in the bedroom.

"babe," you said, swaying your hand in front of his face, then he made his eyes bigger before turning to you.

you frowned, watching him do weird stuff. you were already used to this mood of his, but sometimes, you couldn't help but feel like he was overacting.

"are you still with me?" you asked, and he nodded his head without a word.

"alright... then, i'll go first..." you trailed off, unsure if it was really the right thing to do.

"i love you, but i hate it whenever i ask you to come with me for a grocery or something, then you'll give me an answer 'if you want me to.' bro????" you said, looking at him, feeling a little bit embarrassed because he was just staring at you.

"why aren't you saying anything?! this isn't a 'we listen and we don't judge' challenge!!!" you dramatically said, shaking him, but he just laughed.

"but babe, that's the point. if you want me to come, then i'll come. if you don't, then i won't," he defended.

"that's not the point because if i'm asking you to come, it means i want you to come. do not give me an 'either-or' answer" you tried to argue, but there's no point in arguing with him... he only nodded his head like you said nothing.

"i love you, but i hate it when you leave your stuff unorganized. you always tell me they have their own places, but why do i always see them scattered all over the place? plusss everytime you're getting ready for an occasion and you’re rummaging through your closet, trying out different outfits... you always leave everything on the bed without putting them back, and i always end up cleaning everything!" he says, his voice rising slightly for joke purposes, and you laughed out loud, feeling guilty.

"alright, alright...you win..." you said because you knew how much of a clean freak he was, and that was really an irk for him.

but then you noticed him staring at you again, completely silent, like he didn’t know what to do next.

"what? why are you staring at me like that?" you asked, trying not to laugh. but the longer he stared, the harder it was to hold it in.

finally, you broke out into a laughter, holding your stomach as he blinked at you.

"you're so weird, babe!" you said between laughs, as you smack his arm, but he just shrugged.

"you're the one laughing, though," he mumbled, which only made you laugh harder.

"what is it this time?" he asked, putting his phone down as you opened the door fully and walked in.

SUNOO

"the ‘i love you, but i hate it when’ challenge!" you said, grinning playfully.

he squinted his eyes at you, clearly suspicious. "you’re asking me to say all the things i hate about you?"

"exactly!" you said with a firm nod.

"i don’t hate anything about you," he replied flatly, shrugging.

you blinked at him, narrowing your eyes. "i know you’ve got a lot up your sleeves! don’t lie to my face."

he burst out laughing, leaning back against the headboard. "well... i guess i do," he admitted, a playful grin spreading across his face.

you gasped dramatically, sitting beside him. "spill!"

sunoo held his chin thoughtfully before finally speaking. "okay, i love you, but i hate it when you use my skincare products and leave them in the bathroom instead of putting them back in the fridge."

"that’s because i’m always running late!" you defended, but he immediately shook his head in disapproval.

"nope, that’s not an excuse! do you know how many times i’ve had to rescue my toner from dying of heatstroke?!" he exclaimed dramatically, his eyes widening like you’d committed a major crime.

you couldn’t hold back your laughter, gently smacking his thigh.

"alright, my turn!" you declared. "i love you, but i hate it when you open snacks, eat a few bites, and leave them on the table without even wrapping them up!"

sunoo immediately shook his head in denial. "no, i have an explanation for that!"

"no excuses!" you said, placing your index finger over his lips.

"this isn’t a ‘we listen and don’t judge’ challenge," he grumbled, rolling his eyes.

"i love you, but i hate it when i find your lashes literally everywhere—on the sink, the table, the couch, even on my skincare bottles!" he exclaimed, looking at you as if you’d committed another grave offense.

you doubled over laughing. "they have their own life!" you teased.

he sighed, shaking his head while giving you a judging look. "be thankful that i love you."

"then, thank you," you teased back, earning a light smack with a pillow as he joined in your laughter.

jungwon groaned as he sat up straight on the couch. "i can't believe i'm doing this again," he muttered, clearly frustrated, but you couldn't care less.

JUNGWON

"come on, don't act like i always force you to do things..." you said, tugging on his arm.

he looked at you for three good seconds before he sighed in defeat and turned to face you.

"i love you, but i hate it when you always tell me what to do when i'm literally doing the chore. i was standing there, doing the thing, and you show up like a supervisor and then tell me, 'wash the dishes.' i am literally washing the dishes!" he said, his voice dripping with frustration.

you laughed, looking at him. "well, i've got to check if you're doing things right!"

he furrowed his eyes at you as if it offended him personally. "checking? you really call that checking?! it makes me want to throw all the plates away..." he muttered under his breath, half-joking.

"i love you, but i hate it when you always ask me where your missing things are, then i'll answer you, but when it's my turn to ask if you've seen my stuff, you scold me instead?! i mean how does it connect to the question, have you seen my stuff?"

you covered your mouth laughing uncontrollably at his statement.

"because you always forget where you put your stuff!" you shot back, your jaw almost locking because of how much you laugh.

"but let me ask you what does it have to do with the question where? have you seen my stuff? then you'll answer, that's what happens when you're not paying attention, baby??? it doesn't add up!" he argued, and you couldn't stop laughing. you didn't know if you were still playing or if he was addressing all his rants.

"alright! alright! it's my turn!" you said, covering his lips when he tried to open his mouth to add something more.

"i love you, but i hate it when i ask you a simple favor, like making a small decision, and you just give me that 'whatever' answer!" you shot back, raising your eyebrow.

"it's your fault. you're the one who can never make up your mind," he argued, shrugging his shoulder while giggling.

"that's not the point. i need you to make decisions; it doesn't matter which one you choose; i just want you to decide!" you exclaimed, and then he laughed, nodding his head.

"i love you, but i hate it when you ask me if i'm mad, and when i say no, you keep pushing me as if you're trying to say that i am really mad when in fact i am not!" he said.

"wait, it's still my turn! cheater!!!" you said, hitting him with a pillow, but he immediately dodged it, pulling your wrist, which made you land on his chest.

"alright, but i love you though," he said, planting a kiss on your temple.

"whatever you say, i'm still right." you said leaning on his embrace.

"fine, but you have to buy me some nuggets later," he said, wrapping his arms around you.

ni-ki groaned, his fingers hovering on his mechanical keyboard, his headphones securely on. "no, no... there's one in the bush... yes, wait for me..." he said, too immersed in his game, communicating with his teammates through his mic.

RIKI

"babe," you tugged his hoodie again for the nth time, but this time more insistently.

"riki!" you repeated, but he didn't even flinch.

"baby, let's do it later... please, i'm still on the game..." he said with his low-toned voice; his eyes were pleading.

you raised an eyebrow, crossing your arms. "so the game is more important than me now?" you asked, your voice dripping with irritation.

you walked back to the bed with a huff, feeling neglected for what felt like an eternity.

with a sigh, ni-ki finally took off his headphones, putting them down on his desk.

he walked over to where you were lying on the bed, flopping down beside you.

"fine, let's do it now," he said, pulling your wrist, but you pouted.

"no, i don't want it if it's forced," you said, but he just chuckled.

"i love you, but i hate when you act like you're so grown up, but then you throw a tantrum when i don't give you enough attention," you said, your brows furrowed.

"what are you talking about? that's what you're literally doing to me right now," he shot back, making you laugh.

"i love you, but i hate it when you act all mature like that, but you're just as childish as me." he shot back, staring at you.

"no, i am not. i love you, but i hate it when you always act like you don't need help but then get upset when i don't offer it," you replied back, your eyes narrowing.

"i don't really need help, though! i just want you to offer!" he defended.

"then why are you upset? that's not fair!" you shot back.

"because it's the thought that counts!" he said dramatically, making you laugh.

"i love you, but i hate it when you always think that i need you to take care of me 24/7, but i want to do things on my own tooo. stop treating me like a kid" he complained, his voice calm but laced with sulk.

"but you are a kid!" you teased.

"no, i am not. i'm a grown-up man; you're the one being unfair here," he said, flicking your forehead.

"i love you, but i hate it when you never pick up your phone when i call, but the moment i stop calling, you text me with 'i miss you' like???" you said, narrowing your eyes at him, and he laughed.

"when did i ever do that? i always answer your calls!" he said in denial.

"you always do thattt!" you exclaimed, and he finally pulls you into his arms.

"alright, you got me there," he sighs, finally raising the white flag.

©shinskichan

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aklaustaleteller · 9 months ago

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On One Condition

Klaus feels bad for messing up Y/n's exam preparation schedule, so he asks her what it is that he can do to 'earn her forgiveness'. Yet somehow, he manages to put up a condition when she asks him to help her with an art project...

Warnings - none, really.

Word Count - 1.4k

Masterlist | please reblog the fic if you like it!

So, I was rewriting an old fic when I decided to write a little backstory, i.e. this fic, and I hope you guys like it! I'll be posting part two within the next two days so yay!

Update: You can now read part two here!

She was something else, a feisty one who liked a good chase. And Klaus should've noted that from miles away. But he was too deep in now, and he wasn't going to back down until he had her.

He was waiting outside the school to catch Stefan, have a chat with him and warn him against trying to harm him because telling him off meant telling off the entire group, and Klaus found that lovely.

And he had just caught sight of Stefan when he saw her behind him, her hair bun not so tight as hair stands fell out and framed her face. She was walking with another girl who seemed to be trying profusely to convince Y/n of something -- probably a party if Klaus were to guess but he felt himself tuning in when she walked in a closer range to him.

"I really cannot do it, Vicki. Please try to understand that I'm myself giving exams right now," he heard her say, and then saw as she put her hand on her shoulders. There was softness in her voice that he'd never wished previously to be directed at him.

Bringing her in for a hug, Y/n explained herself again, as if she felt bad for denying whatever it was that Vicky wanted. "I would've helped you out had I not missed out on my preparation earlier. I’ve quite literally been studying the night before for each exam." She smiled, with what emotion Klaus couldn't quite see, but he found it beautiful, nonetheless.

"Why don't you ask Elena? I'm sure that way you'll bump into Jeremy a couple times as well," Y/n grinned, passing the squinting brunette a quick wink before turning back towards the exit with a sigh of relief.

Though it only took a couple steps for her to bump into Klaus, not so accidently. She'd seen him the moment she'd gotten out of the gates, and the fact that she had to pass him in order to reach her car only made her feel... more positive, let’s say.

She hadn't gone out of her way to slam into him, but he had. And the only other thing she has to blame is her spiteful walk that led the one library book she'd borrowed to topple out of her grip.

"Klaus, back off," she gritted, quickly picking up her book and moving once he did.

"It's not my fault, you know, that you bumped into me," Klaus said with a lure in his voice that suggested he just wanted to rile her up. "I'd apologize to me," he shrugged, a lopsided grin pulling up on his face when he noticed her turning.

"I'd tell you to go fuck yourself but that'd be a cruel and unusual punishment," she bit back, pressing her key to unlock the car.

"Please, save your breath. You'd probably need it to blow up your next date," Klaus teased, remembering the night Klaus had crashed her date and scared off the guy by doing nothing, really.

Sighing, Y/n gripped the steering wheel of her car and closed her eyes for a second. "Say something else and this book will become a lethal weapon," her voice was agitated as she warned him, and when he truly backed away with a proud grin on his face, she finally pulled back and drove home, daring to spare him a glance in her rear-view mirrors, an angry blush creeping up her neck when she caught his eyes.

Once she reached home, she didn't bother to lay out her clothes before jumping into her shower. Still, she buttoned up a loose striped cotton shirt and pulled her underwear up her legs. It didn't take her long to just decide on a pair of pyjama shorts.

After a good bowl of salad for lunch, she brought out her schoolwork to just do it on the porch considering the nice weather. But of course, that was a mistake because soon into her immersive study session, she was disturbed by loud clashing noises coming from the house across hers, Elena's house.

Taking a deep breath, she was just getting up when she caught sight of Damon and Stefan inside the house, speeding towards each other. It was purely for the dramatics, she was sure, considering the fact they wouldn't kill each other, they simply didn't have it in them.

She just felt sorry for Elena's dishes, maybe some of her furniture as well.

Twisting the knob she had just pushed the door in to go back inside the house when she heard a voice behind her. "Too noisy, aren't they?"

Klaus.

"You already messed up my preparation schedule once, Klaus. Do not dare to do it again," she said calmly, though her grip on the knob was probably tighter than normal.

With that, she decided to cross the line and enter her home. Then she turned around to face him, but he didn't seem to be in the mood to mess with her either.

"I came here to apologise, and perhaps, make up for the troubles I've caused you," he admitted, looking at her with such sincere eyes that she could've given in right then.

"And how do you plan on doing that? Plus, if this is a joke, I still have that book with me."

"You tell me what it is that will earn me your forgiveness," he said dramatically, making her look down to hide something from him, maybe a smile.

Opening the door wider, she looked at him and then hesitated a little. "Don't make me regret this," she said. "Come in, please."

Klaus was caught a bit off guard but managed to get inside, his eyes wandering right away to take in her house.

"I'm not sure how to word this really, so I'm just going to say it." Taking a breath, she sat on one of the dining table chairs and urged for him to do so too, getting a little flustered when he took the one right by her side and shifted so that he was turned towards her.

"What is it, love?"

"This might be a little ridiculous for you but it's very serious for me," she told him while maintaining eye contact to make sure he understood the situation.

Klaus simply nodded for her to go on, now leaning forward with his elbows on his knees and his face in his hands.

"I know you paint, quite impressively, might I add but that's not the point here," she quickly shut the topic before Klaus could tease her.

"The point is, I have this art project that I said yes to under pressure because my favourite teacher asked me to. But were you to see even my handwriting, you'd know I'm no good at it. The most I can draw is a stick figure and even that's wonky sometimes," she admitted bashfully.

"I used to have a friend who'd do it for me, but she left town last year and now... I don't really have anyone who would," she let out a breath at that, her eyes closed in anticipation of his answer.

"So, you wish for me to help you out with this said art project?"

Sitting stiffly, she nodded.

"Okay then. I'll do it... but what is it?"

"Oh great!" She cheered; happiness evident on her face. "It's supposed to be this super zoomed in image of either a grapefruit, or a pomegranate."

Klaus leaned back in his chair then, sighing as he considered it. "I will do it on one condition," he proposed.

"And that is?"

"You will stay with me in my studio when I'm painting it," he shrugged, as if it wasn't so much a big deal.

"But were you not doing this for my forgiveness?" She narrowed her eyes, but when he began to get off the chair, she struggled for some answer to come out of her mouth before he could leave.

"Okay, okay! I will!" She agreed immediately, sitting back down in defeat when he remained standing, a smile on his face.

"I'll go now." He said, walking backwards towards the door and he could see the uncertainty in her eyes. He could've teased her about it but decided against it.

"Come by my house tomorrow, around three or four… your wish," he said before turning to open the door.

He turned back to see her reaction and a smile crept up on his mouth when he saw her smiling back at him.

"I will," she told him while waving him goodbye, stopping just before he sped off with his dead heart beating a mile an hour.

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hellsslibrary · 1 month ago

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Hi! i was wondering if you can do sub! Asmodeus

"True egoists understand where the greatest achievements of the world should be kept. Where? In their hands."

#a.n. : What can I say? You waited, bitches, for like... Six months? (Affectionately)

!!Warnings: dom!male reader, sub!Asmodeus, bondage, blindfolding, wax play, mirror(?), sex on the floor, no penetration, hand job (to Asmodeus), pain like from wax(?), pretty wholesome, open ending.

A sigh escapes Asmodeus's lips as he lies on his back, bound and blindfolded, trying to catch what you're doing in the background. Every nerve in his body is tense as he tries to settle on the pillows on the floor where you put him earlier.

He had never felt such tension before, it was completely new. Why did he feel that way? The demon doesn't know, he just knew that it was just a great feeling.

His head jerked towards the sound of your footsteps, even though he couldn't see anything, he wanted to make it clear that he was watching anyway... Figuratively. He wanted to see you, just a little bit. To feel, touch, talk, anything, just to feel your attention.

"Are you desperate already? We haven't even started... Now try not to twitch, handsome, okay?" He hears your whisper, nodding with a smile, lying down more evenly, taking a deep breath.

"Of course, do whatever you want with me. I'm all yours," it breaks from his lips and a smile blooms on your lips, which he cannot see, but clearly feels.

His body twitches when he feels something hot falling on his chest. And then again. And more... Forming some kind of figure. Asmodeus sighs convulsively, feeling the pleasant smell of vanilla blooming on his skin as the wax drips onto his torso.

His head tilts back when the wax hits his nipple, making you giggle when you see his cock twitch, and then you squat down next to his upper half of his body, running your fingers through his strawberry blonde curls.

"You'll look so perfect when I'm done... Be patient a little bit, I'm almost done," with every word you said, more and more drops of hot liquid fell on him, almost instantly hardening on his heated, silky skin.

Asmodeus presses closer to your hand, feeling the desire to jerk closer or move away, he just wants something. That overwhelming feeling of your eyes on him is the best thing he's ever experienced. He never wants it to end.

A storm of feelings raged in Asmodeus' chest, so intense and deep that he was afraid to drown in this sea of passion.

The light touch of skin, the gentle whispering of words, the radiance of eyes that he felt like in his gut – all this only intensified the flame burning inside him. He didn't want this feeling to disappear, because it was his source of excitement, his life force.

Every cell in his body was drawn to it, every thought was obscured by this powerful wave of emotions. The demon knew that this feeling had changed him, it revealed his true self, absorbing him completely. He felt that it was something more than love or passion – it was a bond of souls that united him with him forever.

"Are you thinking, Asmo, is everything okay?" You ask, interrupting the flow of his thoughts by removing his blindfold, which immediately makes him wince, but he sighs with relief.

"Yes... It's just unusually pleasant. Very..?" The demon whispers, and then opens his eyes in surprise when you put him between your legs, putting the candle aside and he looks in the mirror.

There is a pleasant purr in his chest when he sees this stupid inscription, who else would write this on him?

"A heart with the first letters of our names inside? You are charming..."

The fifth brother's head turns to the side, gently kissing you on the cheek, sighing with displeasure when the burning in his hands reminded him of the ropes. You just kiss his cheek, sliding your hand down the curve of his waist.

"Can I...? Or should I untie you?" Asmodeus looks down at where your hand has landed, a slight grin blooms on his lips and he nods.

"Come on, make me feel good... The feeling of wax on the skin is not the most comfortable," Asmo chuckles, putting his head on your shoulder, moaning when your hand wraps around his hard cock.

"So wet... Are you sure the wax wasn't pleasant?" You ask, even though he only snorts, pushing lightly into your hand, which makes you squeeze his trunk in your fingers.

The soft, golden candlelight danced on the light walls, painting an ephemeral picture of intimacy. Among the lush pillows and blankets spread out on the floor, their gazes locked, two souls surrendered to the charm of each other's presence.

Your strong arms wrapped around the demon, hugging it to your broad chest. Asmodeus intertwined his own slender fingers intertwined with his own, as if trying to hold back the fragile but strong emotions surging from within. Time forgot its haste as they slowly swayed, their breathing mixing in a hypnotic rhythm that echoed in such a filled, but now empty space.

"Come on, baby... Will you cum for me?" Asmodeus sighs at your question, and his twitching cock perfectly answers your question and you gently kiss him on the thin column of his neck, pulling out a sigh of pure bliss... Which will break through a bunch more during this time.

#Yes this is exactly what everyone was waiting for but not in that form #seme male reader #top male reader #dom male reader #a!writes.#sub character #obey me x reader #sub obey me #obey me smut #obey me x male reader #sub asmodeus #asmodeus x male reader #asmodeus x reader #asmodeus smut #om x male reader #om x reader #sub om #om smut

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ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused · 2 years ago

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༉‧₊˚. 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 || 𝐬𝐚𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫

― pairing: sam winchester x plus size!reader

― summary: sam winchester was never comfortable with pda, but while on a hunt, sam is shaken with the harsh reality that he's needy, and the only person that can fix it was you.

― warnings: kissing, making out, dry humping, marking, teasing, needy sam winchester.

― wc: 1288

⋆ a/n: more old writing sigh, but i guess i can say i kind of like this one but i kinda didn't know a lot about sam's character when i wrote this because i was only in the earlier seasons then, but now since i've watched the show three times, i feel like i can say that i know his character like the back of my hand!

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You had no idea what was up with Sam that day, but he couldn't seem to keep his hands to himself.

He wasn't usually a PDA type of person, opting to keep the kisses pg, meaning only cheek, temple, or forehead kisses. You had no problem with it, because if he wasn't comfortable with doing it out in the open or if he was afraid it would make him look unprofessional, you had no reason to try and push him to do anything he didn't want to.

When the affection happened in private, it just made it all the more special, both of your senses heightened and a lot more pleasurable when you two made love.

You never usually joined the brothers on hunts per Sam's request, only staying behind in the hotel room to offer some emotional support afterwards; but this time, you felt like going on an adventure. Dean was more than happy to humor you, but Sam was a bit more skeptical. He knew that you were your own person, that he truly had no say over what you did, so all the hunter asked was for you to stay close to him; easy enough, right?

At first it was a little difficult seeing how there were many places you three had to go, and it was giving Sam some anxiety, not only that, but he was feeling a type of way that he couldn't put his finger on. He thought it may have been is psychic abilities, but one touch from you and his skin lit on fire, he instantly knew that he was horny. When he got into your shared hotel bed together, his crotch pressed into you full rump, it took every bone in his body to not jump you right then and there, to keep his wondering hands placed tightly in yours.

You could sense something was off with your lovely boyfriend when you had gotten into the Impala, and instead of Sam sitting up front with his brother, he chose to sit in the back with you, one hand on your thigh. You found it a bit strange, but nonetheless welcomed the out of the blue affection. But you didn't welcome it when all of you split to go investigate different parts of an abandoned house, Sam hot on your heels.

As you were turned around, you felt Sam wrap his arms around your waist, his head buried in between your shoulder and your neck.

"Sam?" You questioned, the energy detecting device in your hand slowly lowering. He dragged his large hand down your fluffy stomach, resting it over the zipper of your pants. "Sammy?" You asked again, but this time your voice was higher pitched. He always acted this way when he was needy, but it was never out in the open like this, not when somebody could easily walk in and see your compromising decision.

"I just— I just want you so bad. . . I don't—" Sam rambled, pulling down the zipper of your fly. "You couldn't wait to do this?" You breathed, your head slightly tipping back. "Why did you think I picked the farthest room in the house?" Of course he lead you hear with an ulterior motive, why wouldn't he? He was smart, strategical, and you'd be lying if you said that you were tempted to give in.

"Sam, we can't, I'm sorry." Your hands fell over his sneaky one's, pulling your zipper back up and placing his hands back on your waist. He audibly groaned when you turned around threw your arms around his neck. His pupils were blown out, his expression was that of a kicked puppy. "Baby, you know that I want this as much as you do, I always will, but not in public." You sighed, pushing some of his hair out of his face. "I know. . . Can I— can I just kiss you?" He asked, his hands sliding lower before resting on the swell of your ass.

"Dean's gonna be real mad that we haven't got anything," You teased running your fingers through his hair, but you showed no hostility as his lips ghosted over yours. "It'll only be for a couple of minutes. . ." He mumbled, pressing his lips onto yours. It felt so great to kiss you, like your touch was slowly extinguishing the fire that had been burning in his stomach for the past two days. He couldn't help that his palms gripped your ass aggressively, rubbing you crotches together. You moaned quietly into his mouth, Sam hiking up your thigh so that he could get a better angle. His growing erection was pressed against your heated cunt, the friction driving both of you nuts.

"You said only kissing. . ." You breathed against his lips, arousal becoming more prominent in your panties. He only groaned in reply, his head tipping back so that his neck was exposed to you. You attached your lips onto is most sensitive spot located just under his ear, Sam bucking his hips against you. You were muting yourself by making marks that wouldn't easily be seen, but Sam was forced to bite his lower lip to silence himself. The worst part about doing this in not only a potentially haunted house, was that it was extremely empty, sound basically bouncing off the walls. You knew Dean would never allow Sam to live this down if he were to catch the two of you.

The tingling sensation of an orgasm was barely in your grasp, but it was enough to detach yourself from his neck and collarbones, only placing a kiss there which your lipstick left a mark.

"Sam, ____?" Dean called out. "You guys got anything?" Your eyes widened as you pushed Sam off of you, giving him a look of apology. "Uhh— no, there's nothing here!" You shouted back, licking your sleeve and wiping the makeup off his lips. "Alright well I explored all of downstairs and most of the upstairs and I got nothin', so I think we're done here." His voice was a bit closer, but now by a lot. "Okay! So are we gonna go?" You asked, straightening up Sam as he stood there with a stupid smile on his face. "Yeah! I'm goin' to be in the Impala, so you guys better hurry up!" He concluded, his voice growing fainter as he walked back down the stairs."Sam," You growled, "I'm going to kill you." You glared, now wiping off your lips for any smeared product.

"I'm sorry honey, I got a bit carried away." He apologized, but he didn't even sound remotely sorry. You just scoffed, grabbing your things with the intention of leaving. "Sure." He only laughed, following close next to you. "Don't act like you didn't like it," He teased. You only rolled your eyes, but it provoked a small grin on your lips. "Well I hope this'll sedate you until we get back home." You poked, both of you now walking down the old stairs. "Maybe, but seeing how your butt is looking in those jeans, I may be tempted to do it again." You groaned, "I'm going with Dean next time."

As you guys were about to get into the car, your eyes landed on your lipstick mark that you had placed on the side of Sam's neck. You felt your stomach fall into your ass but it was already too late, Sam had gotten into the front seat of the car while you got into the back anxiously. You watched Dean look at Sam's neck before smirking wolfishly, making eye contact with you in the rearview window.

"Looks like you guys got a lot of things done." He said, his voice full of amusement.

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cheriecoke · 1 year ago

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if we're asking for nanami thoughts then i just wanna know how he'd act if you came home llate from a mission or work jwjbsbs i need this rn

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ SAFE & SOUND — nanami kento

contents: gn!reader 🤍 heheh i didn't mean to write a whole little drabble but i cannot resist something like this ! sfw & a little bit of angst for kicks and giggles — 700

given the nature of being a sorcerer, nanami can't help but get worried when you're running late. he watches the clock tick, minute after minute passing while you still haven't answered his calls.

he's nervous, of course he's nervous. but he doesn't want to be annoying. he knows you can take care of yourself, knows you're strong and capable; and he doesn't want to seem like an overprotective boyfriend. even if it terrifies him that he can't get a hold of you.

instead, he'll just wait for your response, pace the apartment with his phone in his hands and pretend like everything's fine.

kento tries to stay calm. but 45 minutes have passed, and you still haven't answered him.

he's not usually an anxious man, not usually one to let his emotions get the best of him; but his palms are sweaty, his hands shaky, and he can't remember the last time he's felt so on edge.

the dinner he made earlier is already cold, even his own, which he can't bring himself to eat now.

kento's beginning to wonder if he needs to start making calls. there's no need for him to overreact, not when he hasn't been informed that your mission went awry. perhaps satoru knows where you are, shoko, one of the students.

or maybe not. if he doesn't get an answer soon, he'll consider going out after you.

he waits for ten more minutes. the seconds drag on and on.

kento's finger hovers over gojo's contact name. he contemplates.

but the door unlocks just before he can click it, and you're stepping through the threshold, shaking off your coat like nothing's wrong. your hair's a little wind-blown, but otherwise, kento can't spot anything off about you. there's no noticeable wounds, no pain in your expression other than exhaustion.

he's to you in just a few steps, dropping his phone back on the table to take you into his arms. you don't even have time to take your shoes off before he's crushing you to his chest, a heavy hand on the back of your head, pressing it near his heart.

you can hear it hammering in his ribcage, an erratic rhythm that makes guilt flower in your stomach. already, you feel so horrible, you'd been in such a rush to get home.

"kento," you say softly, apologetically, and he swallows, kissing your forehead. he's trying to pretend like nothing's wrong, like he wasn't just scared out of his mind, but you can see right through it. "i didn't mean to worry you."

it doesn't take a genius to realize he'd been afraid, not with the way he can't take his hands off of you.

he breathes, kisses the top of your head. "you didn't call me back."

"my phone died. i didn't get the chance to." you feel so, so awful, especially since you know that this has always been his greatest fear.

time after time, he's lived while other sorcerers die, and you know, even if he doesn't tell you, that he's just waiting for it to be you next. for it to be you lying on that steely table, leaving kento all alone, hardened to the world, perhaps forever.

"i'm so, so sorry, kento," you say, pressing your hand against his chest, feeling as the rhythm of his heartbeat dies down. "i was going to call you back as soon as i finished the mission, and then–"

"shh," he squeezes you tight once more, reassuring, "it's okay. it's not your fault, sweetheart."

"i should've been more prepared." your features pinch together. "i should've charged my phone before i left."

"it's okay," kento says again, and you're not sure when you became the one that's being consoled. "the important thing is that you're home safe and sound."

you swallow down your guilt, kissing his collarbone, the closest part of him that you can get your lips on. "i don't like worrying you."

finally, kento pulls away. you can see the distress that's slowly fading, the way his hands stop their nervous shaking. he brushes a piece of hair away from your face, smiling softly. the expression is almost sad, but there's so much love there, so much affection that you ache.

"well there's nothing we can do about that," he says, kissing your forehead before slinging an arm over your shoulder. "i worry about you all the time."

you open your mouth to argue, but it dies quickly. your rebuttal is futile, hypocritical. you worry about him just as much.

"i'm going to be just fine," you tell him as he leads you to the kitchen, where the cold food is sitting there, waiting. "i'll always make it home to you."

he smiles, and squeezes your hand once. "i sure hope so."

#i am missing him so bad rn.#yearning fr #nanami fluff #nanami angst #nanami x reader #nanami kento x reader #xoxo rylie 💌 ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆#໒꒱ rylie's angels #xoxo rylie 💌 ⋆ ˚｡⋆

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winchester-girl67 · 1 year ago

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Imagine... Dean Coming To You For Comfort

Summary: Dean looks for comfort after a nightmare. He enjoys being the little spoon.

Requested by anonymous: “could you write a fic where dean just needs some comfort from the reader? it could be platonic and dean just had a bad day or a nightmare and doesn't want to be alone and wants to be held without asking"

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word Count: 902

Warnings: language, nightmares, implied violence (hunting a vamp nest), brief mention of a gun reader keeps under the pillow, a little angst, emotional hurt/comfort, cuddling, fluff

A/N: Found this in my wips, it's a little short but sweet. Enjoy.

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“I said, I'm fucking fine, okay?!”

Dean's words echoed in your ears. You'd only asked him the once and he just snapped at you, so when you got back to the bunker you beelined for your room and slammed the door.

You didn't get food, you didn't shower off the motel shower from a few hours earlier like you usually would, and you didn't get any sleep either. ‘Monopoly’ speaking, you did not pass 'GO'. You just pouted in your bed.

The hunt could've gone better; it also could've gone worse.

You stared at the ceiling, still awake and wondering how to reproach Dean. He was clearly not fine but until he was able to admit that, there was no getting through to him. Dean was just too stubborn when he was in these moods and honestly you were a little, too. You wanted to help, but you didn't want to swallow your pride and walk down that hall just to have him yell at you again.

You weren't a masochist. But you still laid there, in bed, overthinking everything that went wrong with the hunt.

First of all, you should've brought Sam with you, or Cas. Dean said it would be simple enough though with the two of you. It wasn't and you almost got killed. Dean, of course, wasn't letting himself forget it. You could see that written all over his face on the ride home.

Stopping your mind from racing wasn't easy. You counted the dots on the ceiling tiles as you listened to the ticking of Dean's wristwatch on your arm. He'd synchronized it to the time on his cell and given it to you before the hunt so you could stay structured in your plan against the vamp nest.

It was smart, until it wasn't. There were more than you expected and you always jumped the gun and went in first. Standing still wasn't the easiest thing for you to do with all that adrenaline pumping in your veins. And you were used to hunting alone. Before the Winchesters came into the picture.

Needless to say, everything that went wrong after that was about ninety-percent your fault. The other ten was simply a miscalculation.

You'd known the Winchesters for quite some time but moving into the bunker with them was fairly new. In the back of your mind, you hoped Dean wouldn't ask you to move out. You kinda liked not being completely alone anymore. The world was tough and they felt like family already. It would break your heart for sure; shatter any trust you had left.

Your bedroom door creaked open slowly on its old hinges and a shadowed figure peaked its head inside your room. You held your breath for a moment and gripped the cool handle of your gun underneath your pillow.

Always on guard. Even if the bunker was the safest place you'd ever been.

"Easy, Y/N, it's just me." Dean said, pushing the door open the rest of the way so the light of the hall revealed his features.

His expression was soft, too soft -broken like a man with the weight of the world on his shoulders and the nightmares to prove it. His hair was disheveled and he rubbed his eyes with the palms of his hands.

"Just wanted to check on you, I'll let you get back to sleep. Sorry I woke you, sweetheart." Dean breathed deep and slowly started to shut your door. "And sorry I yelled."

"Wait," you sat up and placed the gun on the night table next to you before switching the light on low. "Come here. Close the door."

You flipped back the covers, shuffled over to make room and patted the mattress beside you. Dean wiped the frown from his face with his hand and did as you said. He shut the door and settled into bed next to you. Tense and unmoving once he rolled onto his side facing away from you.

He couldn't ask, but he didn't need to.

You clicked off the light and tugged up the covers to his chin. Your palm rubbed over his shoulders and half-way down his back, then circled up again until you felt his muscles begin to relax.

"That feels nice," he breathed and sniffled a little.

You continued your motions for a while longer until his breathing evened out, you could tell he was still awake but knew he didn't intend on talking things out. That wasn't Dean. So instead, you rubbed up and down his arm and molded your chest into his back, settling into your position as big spoon. You squeezed him and held his hand against his chest.

"Thank you," he sighed and weaved his fingers through yours.

Dean didn't talk about feelings if he didn't have to. And for someone so 'tough', more often than not, he liked to be the little spoon. Especially to your big spoon.

There was an unspoken understanding that neither of you were ever to bring it up in the light of day. But things were just different at night and being vulnerable and open didn't feel as achy and oozy.

Feelings were allowed to be felt in the dark.

He'd be gone before you woke, starting breakfast and roasting coffee in the kitchen, but for now your pieces could hold his pieces together.

And maybe you could both finally get some sleep.

_________________________ Dean: @akshi8278 @laycblack @thoughts-and-funnies @mrsjenniferwinchester @crustycheeks @kazsrm67 @sexyvixen7 @lyarr24 @suckitands33 @eliwinchester99 @yvonneeeee @igotmajordaddyissues @djs8891 @leigh70 @globetrotter28 @backseat-of-deans-67chevy

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signedkoko · 1 year ago

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Howdy!

Makes perfect sense about the requests, thank you for letting me know!

There was really one idea that I've been thinking about but it's kinda angsty and cliche so I understand if it's not the most interesting prompt

It's for poly Stolas and Blitzø x reader (but if you don't write poly relationships they can be separate)- finding their s/o crying? Usually their (s/o) tries to be self-sufficient and while they're in touch with their emotions, feel uncomfortable being vulnerable about it.

I understand if you choose not to write it for any reason, though. Take care 💛💛

-🐻

Stolas X Reader X Blitzo [Comfort]

In which the two stumble upon you crying, and do their best to comfort you.

Of the two, you are likely to be the most down to earth, go with the flow person

It works best that way with two large personalities, they give you all the love and attention you could need

And ultimately, you are very good at working through your own problems more personally, since a lot of them don't concern your lovers

The both of them have a lot of more pressing matters that require a lot of support, though Blitzo is far more begrudging about his issues

It was just that, recently, everyone has been so busy, and you found yourself falling below the line of being 'okay enough'

Except Blitzo had so many clients with IMP recently, and it was that time of year where Stolas has to participate in all kinds of royal ceremonies required of his lineage

So you were mostly home alone, seeing them at the end of the day and, if lucky, during breakfast

It's not to say they were neglecting you or one another, but there was a mutual understanding that the three of you had very demanding lives- or at least, they did

Everything was just becoming a bit much, and you found yourself spending most your day shut in

One evening, Stolas came home a tad earlier than expected

He knew you'd be home, and after a long day he wanted nothing more than to tell you about it and see your face again

He was very troubled when he heard crying coming from your shared room

Probably runs in, blowing the door open and dramatically lifting you up into his arms

" Oh my is everything alright my dear!? "

Like a mask had been switched, you hid your tears and stopped crying, shaking your head

Even if you try to tell him you were just a bit sad, he will not have it, it is extremely rare to see you crying, and knowing you'd been home alone all day he worried you hadn't taken care of yourself

He lets you back into the bed and hushes you, rubbing circles into your back and using his magic to bring the phone to him

" Blitzo, when will you be home? "

" Kind of in the middle of something, Stolas, can it wait? "

" I'm afraid not, you see, our partner- "

" I'll be there in 5. "

Literally there in less, his van is squealing into the driveway and you can hear him running through the halls, and when he enters he is on the phone, likely yelling at Moxie to take care of everything

Both are on you in moments, Blitzo is inspecting you for any injuries and Stolas is soothing you with scratches and comforting gestures

While Stolas will try to coax you into being more open with them, Blitzo is far more direct

Because, fuck! He's worried! And if you don't tell him what's wrong, how can he fix it? How can he make it all better?

As hard as it may be to get things out, they won't leave until they can figure something out for you

Author's Note - I always like s/o with Stolas and Blitz because I imagine reader can be sort fo a mother figure to both Octavia and Loona! Anyhow, thank you for requesting, and please enjoy 🖤

#koko writez #hazbin hotel #helluva boss #hazbin hotel x reader #helluva boss x reader #reader insert #x reader #stolas #stolas x reader #blitzo #blitzo x reader

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onyourowndaisymae · 1 month ago

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the obey me franchise as we know it is ending.

i'm sure if you're following this blog that you have seen the announcement from the devs on the official obey me account. they announced that december of 2024 will bring the last batch of game content for the og obey me and obey me nightbringer apps. they're very clear that the lore of obey me will continue into other projects, and that the characters will return. please read the official statement if you have not already.

i don't anticipate anyone has been waiting to hear my opinion on the matter. but the announcement has had me thinking. i want to update you all both on my feelings about the in-game story ending and my future plans for obey me works on this blog. there's one particular takeaway that keeps coming to mind with all of this.

there is nothing wrong with enjoying romance, or with loving otome games.

i think i noticed my interest dwindling in obey me nightbringer going into season 2. there was this storyline about the brothers being summoned to return to heaven or face the threat of a war between the celestial realm and the devildom, and the drama around the plot felt very tangible and heavy with emotions. i was so sure season 2 was going to reflect these stakes. and then it just... didn't. season 2 didn't seem to care much about the previous season at all. i fell behind in playing, but i kept up with summaries made by my peers. i had every intention to catch up once the game drew me back in.

but it just... didn't.

i think nightbringer's storyline is pretty lackluster. i'm not going to claim that og was some stroke of brilliance, but the writing was pretty interesting. actions had consequences. the stakes felt important. and that's not nostalgia talking, either-- i got into this game way later than some of my peers. this blog just celebrated its two year anniversary earlier this month, and at that time i hadn't even heard of the game. i just... there was something special about og. and there was something special about the first ten lessons of nightbringer, too. it felt like there was real care put into the story, into establishing a semi-coherent line of lore between plot threads. i don't believe that care is here anymore. it hasn't been for awhile. the events are bad. the main story is bad. character complexities have been flattened down into quippy one-liners and boring texts. asmo is shallow. satan likes cats. beel is hungry. these characters i once raced to consume content for in order to analyze each dimension of their personality have all been made boring and repetitive to fit into a boring and repetitive plot.

there's also a point to be made about the age rating and clear shift in audience changing from og to nightbringer. jesus. that shit was so painful and probably contributed to why nightbringer felt so juvenile at times. i am not a child. i am not particularly interested in my romance games being targeted towards kids. i'm also not all that interested in my romance games being ashamed of romance games, aka the clear conclusion nightbringer has led me to believe. the severe lack of romance in the later seasons of the franchise was utterly painful, like the game was pulling a switcheroo on the fans as to what the game would be about. where raunchy jokes and suggestive scenes would be now feels hollow-- each kiss from the characters feels like a chaste way to placate the audience into not protesting the complete and utter lack of intimate connection with the characters. not every game has to be smut, obviously, and i'm not saying i'm mad at obey me for not being straight-up pornographic. but for fucks sake-- season 2 of og opened with an aphrodesiac plotline. clearly, the writers have had no problem with coy, fade-to-black suggestiveness before. the exclusion of romance is such a detriment to nightbringer, and shows a clear lack of interest from the devs in continuing to write the romance game they promised.

basically, i'm not a fan of nightbringer. i think the story of obey me is cooked so far. it's hard not to feel a bit betrayed, either. i understand companies have to make money, and obviously choosing more profitable forms of media or audiences is a choice companies will make, but... i don't know. it feels like solmare wants to transition away from romance when most of us are explicitly here for it. what audience is left when you abandon both your genre and original format? i don't want to the story to continue in a manga or anime. that defeats the purpose of the gn!mc they created, as well as the whole damn plot revolving around the player character. if that's where the franchise's future lies, well, then... i guess i'm not going to be keeping up with it in the future.

do not misunderstand me-- i have lots of love for the obey me games. i structured this damn blog around them. i wrote fanfiction and made community and supported these games financially. but i have a right to my own interests. i started playing obey me because it was an otome game. the main drawing points were the accessibility of the format (mobile game) and the romance. lots of people are disappointed, as am i. the devs (and other fans) can scream and shout from the rooftops that "obey me isn't over", and technically, they're right, but what is obey me anymore? is it the characters they've flattened for marketability? the lore they've retconned and destroyed? the games they're no longer continuing?

to be clear, all of this is speculation. i may eat my words next year when they come out with "obey me 3: mc's return" or whatever the hell they have in store. but i'm not really interested if it's not a well-written, interesting game centered around a solid plot, familiar characters, and romance. solmare has a lot to prove should they want to capture my interest again for future projects.

as for the future of obey me on this blog? for starters, i will not be mass deleting any of my works. i personally detest when people do this, and i will not be contributing to this phenomena.

going forward, i will, predictably, branch out into other games. i've been really into love & deepspace and ikemen villians recently. both of those games have very interesting plotlines. i feel revitalized playing them-- they feel like a lover letter to the genre, giving the same level of interest and care that fans do into keeping the game running. so expect those sorts of games to end up here. i also have a separate twisted wonderland blog, as that game, even though it's not romance, is still full of wonderful characters and a very interesting storyline that i adore. but obey me has a spot in my heart forever, and i will continue to write about it. i still have many ideas, ocs to introduce, series to make, aus to explore... despite the games' story ending, the stories here will live on.

i am warning you now, though, that i will be taking many creative liberties with the lore. and if new content comes out that i'm not keeping up with, and it somehow contradicts my works... well, tough shit. solmare can kiss my ass. you will have to pry these characters out of my cold, dead, rotting hands before you can have them back.

to summarize: the obey me games are finishing the story by the end of this year. i will probably not keep up with the lore should it continue in a serious capacity in forms like manga, anime, live shows, etc. i am interested in writing more within the universe, but i will be tweaking lore as i see fit to undo the damage solmare has done recently. this blog is going to expand more into other games as well. none of my fics will be deleted en masse due to this announcement. the voice actors and people who poured all their love into these games have my affection, but solmare is on my shitlist forever probably.

#blog updates #obey me

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coolyiooo · 2 years ago

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BSD Men Dealing With Your Mood Swings

parings: Dazai, Fyodor, and Chuuya

First time writing something other than smut 😶🔫

🖤DAZAI🖤

You were having a bad day, not only because you started your period but also some drama was happening between some friends of yours, so you were ranting to your boyfriend while driving. He was being the passenger princess.

"And then she was all like ' that's none of your business ' "

"Oh shit-" he said with a hand over his mouth, actually invested with your tea

"I know! And I was like-"

You suddenly heard one of your favorite songs playing on the radio

"Hold on- babe, this song is my jammm"

You started to vibe with the music and sing long with it, completely forgetting about your drama you had earlier in the day.

Dazai was a bit baffled but he started to laugh at how your mood just did a whole 360. He actually started to vibe with the music with you.

Another day, another pain of suffering of cramps, hormones, and blood 🤢 you were mad, annoyed, disgusted, and sad all at once. You literally just arrived at the ADA office and immediately said, in a monotoned voice

"I'm going to hang myself" And sat down

Everybody in the office was a bit worried and confused, they all faced Dazai to see if he'll comfort you and be a good bf but all he said was

"I'd never thought I'd hear you say those words" he had stars in his eyes.

Everybody gave him a disgusted look and he could feel it. He chuckled nervously and said

"I- I mean why don't I go to the store to buy all the snacks you want!"

" Aweeee thanks babe!"your mood immediately changed.

Dazai mentally gave himself a high five.

When work was over you were comfortable in the couch, covered in blankets, heat pad on your stomach, and reading your book. Everything was perfect when suddenly your boyfriend came in. You gave him an intense side eye and he immediately noticed.

"Uh- what's wrong, princess?"

"I need you to leave" you said straight up with no remorse.

For a second he looked a bit shocked, wondering if he did something. You felt bad but suddenly saw how pretty he was, so you used that as an excuse to let him down easy.

"your distracting me with your beauty" You went back to reading your book

He was baffled once again but then was flattered and smiling to himself. He left the room to yourself. He was a bit taken aback by the aggressive, flirting comment but a win is a win.

He'll try his best to comfort you during these times. I feel like sometimes he's the reason your mood is just sky rocketing all over the place, but he'll make up for it.

💜FYODOR💜

You were literally being a couch potato. Covered in blankets but also chips, crumbs, and snacks.Fyodor came in the room and saw the mess you surrounded yourself in.

"My dear, is it too much to ask for you to clean up after yourself?"

"Shut up your anemic" you retorted back with no sympathy.

Nikolai was in the same room as you two were in and tried his best not to burst out laughing . You realized what you just said and immediately began laughing. Fyodor was slightly taken by surprise by your bold comment but his face showed no emotions except for 'you better stop if you know what's good for you'.When you noticed his face, you immediately stopped laughing. Fyodor then walked towards you, you were starting to get scared

"w-wait! I'm on my period I'm sorry!"

He stopped in front of you "yes, I can see my love"

"I- ...I'm sorry" you said timidly

He looked back at you with dark eyes "just clean up after yourself, darling" he kissed your forehead and left the room.

"Your lucky he loves you" Nikolai commented

Later that same day you were laying your head on Fyodor's lap as he was petting your hair, reading a book. You were staring at his legs and randomly said

"You have very pretty legs, they look like they belong to a woman"

He immediately stopped what he was reading and looked at you. You stared back at him.

"I meant that as a compliment of course. I mean your just very beautiful"

He stared back at you with a hint of concern, but then reverted back to a straight face

"My dear, just go back to sleep" he said, gently scratching your head

Next day you were sitting on the bed, late at night, reading a book. Fyodor came in and stared at you. He was just surprised you were still awake but you felt judged.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" You said in a bratty tone

"Am I... Really that ugly?" You asked with curiosity and started to feel a bit down

He closed his eyes and deeply sighed "of course not, my love. Your more than beautiful" he sat next to you on the bed

"How so?" You pouted

He gently stared into your eyes "Your captivating, enchanting, and even pulchritudinous"

(Yes, that's a real word)

You didnt even know what that last word meant but since it sounded pretty, you felt flattered. You hugged his arm and kissed his cheek.

"Ugh thanks, Fedya. I love you" you had a smile on your face and snuggled close to his chest.

He smiled slightly "I love you more" he said, kissing the top of your head.

He usually doesn't take whatever you say seriously during these days just because of your mood swings and how this isn't what you'd normally do or say, but he'll still try to make it bearable for you and a little for him as well. You should definitely give him a thank you for dealing with your bs.

🧡CHUUYA🧡

He already knew you started you period. He low-key seems like the guy to track it down and stuff so he bought you a bunch of snacks. Usually when your on your period he cuddles with you so when he arrived at your shared place he went to go look for you. He found you laying flat on your face on the bed.

"Hey babe, how are you feeling?"

You responded by soft groaning

"Awe I'm sorry baby, I got you your favorite snacks. I hope that makes you feel better" he laid the bag down on the night stand.

He saw that you weren't moving, and out of sympathy, he touched your head.

"Don't touch me" you mumble in a strict tone

Normally he would probably be concerned but he understands that it's just your period talking and understands you probably just want to be alone.

"I'm sorry, let me know if you need anything" He said before making his way out the room

You lifted your head up looking back at him "wait, where are you going?" Your tone sounding sad "don't go"

He was confused but then you reached your arms out to him.

"I change my mind please cuddle with me" you said almost as an order

Your change in tone and mood startled him. He didn't want to make it worse by disobeying your order so he cuddled with you. You started playing with his hair and scratching his head. His thoughts were that he's the one supposed to help you relax not the other way around but the more you looked at him the more you realized just how literally gorgeous the man was.

"Chuuya, your so prettyyy" you said while kissing his cheek

He was starting to blush "the more I look at you the more breath taking you get" you then smothered him with kisses.

A moment ago you were literally not wanting any physical touch and now look at you, you can't keep your hands off him. Not like he's complaining though, but he's definitely struggling to keep up with your mood swings.He was about to respond back to you with compliments, but you then stopped your kissing and said

"now let me sleep I'm tired" you patted his chest gently and rolled out of his arms. Now he was just dazed.

He'll try to make you the happiest he can during your days of the month overall and you should definitely give him your gratitude for being a good bf

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marnikula · 9 months ago

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Can u do early seasons spencer x reader who has a lot of problems and they let people walk all over them and they dont set boundaries and they struggle with their emotions. Reader likes spencer a lot but doesn't seek him out bc they feel like he deserves better! And u can decide what happens but make it happy ending :)

Oh my word, I literally spent like 2 hours writing this because I wrote something and then my internet cut out when I posted and now it's lost, so I had to rewrite it. Hope you enjoy!

Cw: gn reader, people dumping work on reader, Spencer being cute

Enjoy!

You were a doormat. You knew it, your friends knew it, everyone knew it. You tried to set boundaries, to say no, but it never seemed to stick. Saying no made you feel guilty, it made you feel like a bad person even though you knew you weren't.

Being a doormat, people tended to walk all over you, requesting ridiculous things of you. That is how it came to be that you were sitting alone in the bullpen, the clock ticking away, showing you that it was around midnight and you still had a whole stack of papers to go through. You felt yourself about to fall asleep, and truly, you were too tired to fight it off when a ding signaled the arrival of someone.

Without even turning to look who it was you knew it was Spencer Reid. You recognized his footsteps, and even if you didn't, the smell he brought with him would have alerted you. It was the smell of coffee mixed sweet undertones, almost as if he had spent his whole day in a café. It was intoxicating. "What are you still doing here?" "Working, I have a lot of stuff to finish before tomorrow" "you mean today" looking back at the clock you could see he was right, it was now officially the next day.

"Do you need some help?" without even waiting for you to decline Spencer took half of the pile you were working on. He moved fast, knowing you well enough to know that you hated asking for help, especially from him, he just could never figure out why.

"Spencer, you really don't need to, I've got this" reaching your hands to take the files back only to be swatted away by the doctor was something you did not expect. "I'm not saying you don't have it, I'm just going to help you so you can go home earlier"

Sighing you admitted defeat and went to go make coffee for the two of you. With Spencer's help you managed to make it through the massive stack of papers on your desk in less that an hour, something you would never have been able to do on your own.

"You, doctor Spencer Reid, are amazing, what can I do to thank you?" it was a slight tease on your part. You didn't expect him to ask you anything return, it wasn't like him, he was too nice . That was one of the things you loved about him, and one of the reasons you willed the crush growing in your heart to shrivel up and die. He deserved so much better than you. Someone with a mind as amazing as his own, someone with kindness rivaling his and someone who knew how to say no. You were none of those. At least not in your own eyes.

"You could go on a date with me" Spencer surprised himself with those words, he really hadn't meant to say them out loud, but he really liked you, and in a moment of confidence inspired by sleep deprevation, he decided to take a chance.

"Really? You mean it?" the both of you were blushing hard at this point, him thinking about how he could have possibly screwed this up and you thinking about how this could possibly get any better.

"I-I mean, only if you want to, you really don't have to feel pressured, I know I said I would take it as paiment, but honestly spending time with you was enough of a payme-" grabbing his face in your hands you turned him to look at you, shutting off his ramblings with the movement and shutting off his brain with your words

"I would love to"

#dr spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #doctor spencer reid #bau #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds fic #criminal minds #criminal minds fluff

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sweetmisery · 2 months ago

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bet on love | pt.2

summary: a risky bet between Jiung and Intak threatens to damage both their relationship and their relationship with their stylist

pairing: jiung x intak x female!reader

genre: angst, fluff

warnings: conflict, jealousy

word count: 6.3k

a/n: i'm finally finished with part 2 of 'bet on love' ♡ thanks to everyone who enjoyed the first part, i really hope you like the ending (sorry, i'm biased haha)!! i'm currently writing more piwon stories and i can't wait to share them with you and i'm also open for any story requests :)

part 1

Intak’s voice filled the room, his usual playful energy returning to the atmosphere. He was singing some upbeat pop song, moving with exaggerated confidence and shooting you occasional winks as if to remind you that, no matter what Jiung had done, Intak was still in the game. His voice was decent, but it wasn’t about that. It was the showmanship, the charisma - the way he commanded attention.

You smiled awkwardly, trying to get back into the spirit of the night, but it was impossible to shake the tension that hung in the air like a storm cloud. You glanced over at Jiung, who was still sitting beside you, but he was quiet now, his expression distant as he sipped his drink. The playful spark from earlier had vanished, replaced by something darker, more brooding.

Intak finished the song with a flourish, tossing the mic onto the couch and giving an exaggerated bow. “Thank you, thank you,” he said with a smirk. “Not bad, right?”

You forced a laugh, clapping softly. “Yeah, not bad.”

But Jiung didn’t even react, just stared at the screen as if lost in thought. His earlier warmth had been replaced by a coolness that tightened your chest. The intimacy of your moment earlier had been shattered, and now you weren't sure how to get it back.

Intak, however, didn’t seem to notice - or maybe he didn’t care. He grabbed a drink from the table and plopped down on the couch, his arm casually draped over the back of the seat near your shoulder. You felt a jolt of something - discomfort, maybe? Or was it excitement? You couldn’t tell anymore. Everything was a blur of conflicting emotions.

“So, what’s next?” Intak asked, his eyes gleaming with mischief. “Another round of karaoke, or do we mix it up?”

You bit your lip, trying to find your footing again. “Uh, I don’t know… maybe we-"

But before you could finish, Jiung suddenly stood up, cutting you off. His movements were swift and abrupt like he’d made a decision in the split second of standing. His face was calm, but his eyes were intense, focused directly on Intak.

“I need to talk to y/n,” Jiung said, his voice steady, but there was an edge to it that made your stomach flip. “Alone.”

Intak blinked, clearly not expecting this, but he recovered quickly, a slow smirk forming on his lips. “Oh? You need a little private moment? I didn’t realize karaoke night was gonna be so dramatic.”

Your heart raced as you looked between the two of them. The tension that had been simmering beneath the surface now felt like it was on the verge of boiling over.

“Intak,” Jiung continued, ignoring the teasing, “just give us a minute.”

For the first time, Intak’s grin faltered, his eyes narrowing slightly. “Why, though? What’s the rush? We’re all having fun, right?” His tone was light, but there was something dangerous in it, like he wasn’t about to back down easily.

You swallowed hard, caught between the two of them, your pulse pounding in your ears. This wasn’t what tonight was supposed to be. It was supposed to be fun, carefree, a chance to relax. But now… everything felt heavy.

You didn’t want a confrontation. Not here. Not now. But you couldn’t deny the urgency in Jiung’s eyes - the way he looked at you as if he had something important to say, something that couldn’t wait any longer.

“Intak,” you said gently, your voice quieter now. “Just… give us a minute, okay?”

Intak’s eyes flicked toward you, a mix of confusion and irritation crossing his face. But then he sighed, rolling his eyes dramatically. “Fine. I’ll go grab some air,” he said, pushing himself off the couch. He shot Jiung a look as he passed him. “But don’t think this changes anything.”

Jiung didn’t respond, his jaw tight as he watched Intak leave the room. The door clicked shut, and suddenly, the atmosphere in the room shifted again. The air felt thicker, heavier, and you were acutely aware of how close Jiung was standing now.

He turned to face you, his eyes softening as they met yours. The intensity from before had melted into something warmer, but still serious, and your heart raced under the weight of it.

“I’m sorry,” Jiung began quietly, his voice sincere. “I didn’t mean for tonight to turn into… whatever this is.”

You shook your head, trying to keep your voice steady. “It’s okay. I’m just… not sure what’s going on between you two.”

Jiung sighed, running a hand through his hair as he sat back down beside you, closer than before. “There’s been this… thing between me and Intak. This rivalry. But it’s not just about the group, y/n. It’s… about you.”

You froze, your heart skipping as his words sunk in. You had known there was tension, had known there was something more behind their playful jabs, but hearing it out loud made it all the more real.

“Me?” you whispered, your voice barely audible.

Jiung nodded, his eyes never leaving yours. “Yeah. I didn’t want to admit it before, but I like you, y/n. More than just as a friend. And I think Intak does too.”

The weight of his confession hit you all at once, sending your mind spinning. You opened your mouth to respond, but no words came out. You weren't sure what to say - what to feel. Because the truth was, you had started to feel something too. For both of them.

Jiung reached out, his hand gently covering yours. His touch was warm, grounding, and you felt your breath catch as he leaned in slightly.

“I’ve been wanting to tell you for a while,” he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper. “I’m happy I get to spend time with you like this. Just us.”

Your eyes locked, the room growing impossibly still. Your heart pounded, the flutter in your chest almost unbearable. You had always known Jiung was sweet, thoughtful, the kind of guy who made you feel safe. And now, sitting here with him, everything felt right.

But before you could say anything, the door opened again.

Intak stood in the doorway, his eyes scanning the room before they landed on Jiung’s hand over yours. His expression darkened, his usual playful smirk gone.

“So,” Intak said slowly, his voice colder than before. “What did I miss?”

The room was thick with tension.

Intak stood in the doorway, his gaze fixed on both Jiung´s and your hand. His usual cocky grin had faded, replaced by something darker, more serious. Your heart pounded, your pulse quickening as you felt the weight of the moment. Jiung hadn’t moved, his hand still resting on yours, a quiet defiance in his posture.

"Nothing much," Jiung said evenly, his voice calm but with an underlying tension. "We were just talking."

Intak raised an eyebrow, his smirk returning but with less of his usual bravado. “Talking, huh?” He closed the door behind him and stepped forward, his eyes flicking back and forth between Jiung and you. “Looks more like something else.”

You shifted uncomfortably, caught between them. You could feel the weight of Jiung’s earlier confession hanging in the air, the vulnerability of that moment now twisted by Intak’s arrival. You hadn’t expected this - hadn’t expected any of this -and now, everything felt like it was spiraling out of control.

Jiung’s jaw tightened. “What are you even doing here, Intak? This was supposed to be just me and y/n.”

Intak’s eyes narrowed slightly, a flicker of something like jealousy crossing his face. “Oh, come on,” he said with a casual shrug. “You didn’t think I was just going to let you have her to yourself, did you?”

Your heart stopped for a moment. Let you have her to yourself? The way he said it, like you were some prize to be won - it made you feel sick. You opened your mouth to say something, to push back, but before you could, Jiung stood up, stepping closer to Intak.

“Back off, Intak,” Jiung warned, his voice low. “This isn’t a game.”

“Oh really?” Intak shot back, his tone suddenly sharper. “Because it sure felt like one when we made that bet.”

The words slipped out before he could stop them, and the second they hung in the air, the room fell silent.

Your heart sank. Slowly, you turned to look at Intak, your mind reeling. “What… what did you just say?”

Intak’s eyes widened in realization, his face paling. “Wait, y/n, I didn’t mean-”

But it was too late. The damage was done. The truth had slipped out, and it hit you like a freight train. You stared at Intak, your heart pounding in your chest, as the reality of his words began to sink in. “A bet?” you repeated, your voice trembling. “You two made a bet about me?”

Jiung’s face was stricken, his hands coming up as if to explain, to defuse the situation. “Y/n, it’s not what you think-”

“No,” you interrupted, your voice sharp. You stood up, your chest tightening as anger and betrayal surged through you. “Don’t. Just don’t.”

The air felt stifling, too thick to breathe. Everything around you - the laughter, the moments you had shared with both Jiung and Intak over the past weeks - now felt tainted, fake. You thought they cared about you, that their rivalry was just playful teasing, but this? A bet? It made your stomach turn.

“I can’t believe you,” you whispered, your voice barely audible as you took a shaky step back. Your eyes darted between them, both looking guilty, both trying to say something to fix this, but nothing they could say would change the truth.

Jiung took a step toward you, his hand reaching out. “Y/n, please, let me explain. It was stupid. It wasn’t supposed to-”

“No.” You backed away, shaking your head. “I don’t want to hear it.”

You needed to get out of there. The room felt like it was closing in on you, the walls pressing in, suffocating you. You couldn’t stand to look at either of them - couldn’t stand to be in the same space. You turned toward the door, your breath coming faster, your mind racing.

“Y/n, wait,” Jiung called after you, his voice desperate. He took another step forward, his hand brushing your arm as you reached for the door.

But you yanked your arm away, your voice sharp with emotion. “No, Jiung. Just… just leave me alone.”

The betrayal in your chest felt like it was burning a hole through you, and all you could think about was getting out of there, as fast as you could. You didn’t care where you were going - you just needed to be away from them.

You yanked the door open and stormed out, your footsteps quick and unsteady as you made your way down the narrow hallway of the karaoke bar. Your heart was racing, your eyes burning with the threat of tears you refused to let fall. Not here. Not in front of them.

Behind you, you heard Jiung calling your name again, his voice pained. But you didn’t turn around. You didn’t stop.

“Y/n, please!” Jiung’s voice followed you, but you kept walking, pushing through the entrance and into the cool night air. The chill hit you like a slap, but it did nothing to calm the storm swirling inside you. You took a deep breath, your mind spinning, trying to make sense of everything.

A bet. A stupid, childish bet.

How had you not seen it? How had you missed the signs that what you thought were genuine feelings, genuine moments, were just part of some twisted game? And the worst part was, you didn’t even know if either of them actually cared about you - or if they were just trying to win.

You felt sick. Hurt. Betrayed. Everything you'd thought you understood about Jiung and Intak, about their weird rivalry and the growing tension between them, now felt twisted beyond recognition.

“Y/n!” Jiung’s voice cut through the night air, closer now.

You spun around, your eyes flashing with anger. “Stop, Jiung! Just stop!”

He froze, standing a few feet away, his chest rising and falling with quick, uneven breaths. His face was pale, his eyes filled with regret, but you couldn’t bear to look at him. Not now.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, his voice breaking. “It was stupid. I never should have-”

“Yeah,” you interrupted, your voice bitter. “You shouldn’t have.”

You didn’t wait for him to respond. You turned on your heel and walked away, the cold night air stinging your cheeks as you put as much distance between yourself and the karaoke bar as you could. You didn’t know where you were going, but it didn’t matter.

All you knew was that you needed to get away - from them, from the betrayal, from everything.

The days after the karaoke bar incident blurred together. You had taken time off from work, isolating yourself to process what had happened. Every time you replayed the moment in your head when Intak had let it slip about the bet, you felt that same sharp sting of betrayal all over again. How could they have made you into some sort of game?

You spent those days alternating between anger, confusion, and sadness. Sometimes you felt foolish for letting yourself get so close to both of them. And other times, you found yourself missing the fun, the laughter - missing Jiung’s shy smiles, Intak’s playful teasing. But the sting of what they had done lingered, preventing you from reaching out to either of them.

One afternoon, while sitting on your couch with a cup of tea, your phone buzzed. A message.

It was from Keeho. He had always been a steady presence, the one who kept the group grounded. You opened the text and read:

Keeho: Hey y/n, I just wanted to check in. I heard what happened with Intak and Jiung. I’m sorry about how they treated you. They’ve both been a mess since you left. We miss you backstage - hope you’ll come back soon. The team really needs you.

You sighed, your fingers tracing over the words. Keeho was sweet, and part of you felt guilty for leaving without a word. You hadn’t meant to cause a stir, but you couldn’t face them - couldn’t face him. Jiung, especially. You thought about him constantly, wondering why he hadn’t reached out. But then again, you had told him to stop. Maybe he was respecting your wishes, giving you space. Or maybe he just didn’t care as much as you had thought.

Suddenly your phone buzzed again. This time, it wasn’t Keeho.

It was Intak.

You stared at the screen, your heart speeding up as you hesitated to open the message. After a moment, you tapped it, curiosity getting the better of you.

Intak: Hey, y/n. I know I’m the last person you want to hear from right now, but I feel awful about everything. I wanted to see if we could talk? After tonight’s performance? I owe you an explanation. Please?

Your chest tightened as you read the message. You could feel the guilt in his words, but you weren't sure if that was enough. You had trusted him - or at least, you thought you had. Now, all that trust felt shaky, fragile.

Still, your mind buzzed with questions. Why had they made that bet? Why hadn’t Jiung said anything? What was Intak hoping to explain? The curiosity gnawed at you. Part of you didn’t want to meet him, didn’t want to dredge up all the feelings you had been trying to push away. But another part of you, the part that needed closure, wanted to hear what he had to say.

You sighed, typing out a quick reply before you could change your mind.

You: Okay. I’ll meet you backstage after the performance.

You sent the message and sat back, staring out the window, wondering what you would say when you finally faced Intak. You still weren´t sure if you wanted to forgive him - or Jiung. But at least this way, you could get some answers.

The evening crept in quickly, and you found yourself nervously pacing the living room as the time approached. You hadn’t been backstage since the karaoke bar incident, and now the thought of seeing Intak again made your heart race. You weren´t even sure if it was anger or something else that made you feel this way.

When your phone buzzed again with a message from Intak telling you they had wrapped up their performance, you grabbed your coat and headed out, feeling the cool night air hit your skin as you walked to where you had agreed to meet.

You arrived at one of the dressing rooms and sat down on the sofa, the soft hum of the air conditioner doing little to settle your nerves. Your mind kept wandering back to Jiung - why hadn’t he tried to reach out? You had shut him down, yes, but still… you had thought he’d make some effort. The silence hurt more than you wanted to admit.

The sound of the door opening brought you out of your thoughts. You looked up to see Intak walk in, his eyes scanning the room until they landed on you. He looked different. Not his usual self-assured, cocky persona. Instead, he looked tired, almost vulnerable.

“Hey,” Intak said, his voice soft as he took a seat next to you on the sofa.

“Hey,” you replied, your voice steady, though your heart wasn’t. You were still angry, still hurt, but there was something else too - a need for answers, for some kind of understanding.

For a moment, neither of you spoke. Intak shifted uncomfortably, rubbing the back of his neck before letting out a deep sigh. “Thanks for meeting me. I know I’m the last person you probably want to see right now.”

“You’re right about that,” you said bluntly, not sugarcoating the truth. “But I need to hear what you have to say.”

Intak nodded, looking down at the table before meeting your eyes again. “I messed up,” he started. “We messed up. The bet was stupid, and I shouldn’t have gone along with it. I know that.”

You stayed silent, your eyes locked on him, waiting for him to continue.

“But it wasn’t just a game for me after a while,” Intak said, his voice growing softer, more thoughtful. “At first, yeah, it was a dumb bet, but then things changed. I started to like you, y/n. Really like you. And… I didn’t want to lose.”

You flinched at his words. “So it was about winning?” you asked, your voice sharp. “Not about how I felt?”

“No,” Intak said quickly, shaking his head. “It’s not like that. I thought I could make you like me too. But the truth is… Jiung liked you way before I even realized what I was feeling.”

Your heart skipped a beat at the mention of Jiung. You hadn’t expected the conversation to turn in that direction, and the thought of Jiung - the way things had been left between you -made your chest tighten.

Intak sighed again, leaning forward slightly. “I saw the way he looked at you, y/n. He’s liked you for a long time. Even before all this bet stuff started. And the more I saw it, the more I knew how much he cares about you. I can’t compete with that.”

You blinked, your mind racing as Intak’s words sank in. “What are you saying?”

“I’m saying,” Intak continued, his eyes steady on yours, “that if you’re going to give anyone a chance after all of this, it should be Jiung.”

Your breath caught in your throat. You had expected Intak to try to defend himself, to make excuses, but this - this was different. You hadn’t expected him to point you in Jiung’s direction. And as much as it surprised you, something about it rang true.

“I don’t understand,” you said, your voice quieter now. “Why would you say that?”

Intak gave a small, sad smile. “Because I saw how happy you were with him. You spent all that time together when he was hurt, and I could tell. You looked at him differently. And I saw the way he looked at you. He’s a good guy, y/n. He’s always been there for you, and he deserves a shot.”

Your mind raced. You had spent those days alone with Jiung after his injury, and during that time, you had started seeing him in a different light. He had been so sweet, so vulnerable. There had been a softness in his eyes when he looked at you, a gentleness in the way he spoke to you. And you had felt it too - something shifting between the two of you.

But now, sitting here with Intak, hearing him say these things, you realized you had been avoiding your own feelings. You had been so caught up in the betrayal, in the chaos of the bet, that you hadn’t let yourself fully process what you might feel for Jiung.

“I don’t know,” you murmured, your voice hesitant, your mind swirling with doubt and confusion. “I mean, Jiung… he’s always been kind to me, but after what happened…”

Intak leaned back on the sofa, folding his arms as he watched you. “I get that it’s hard to trust us after what we did. But Jiung really cares about you. More than I think even he knows how to show.”

You looked down at your hands, your fingers fidgeting with the edge of your sleeve. You could feel your heart pounding in your chest, your thoughts pulling you in different directions. Jiung had always been the quiet one, the one who didn’t push too hard, who let things unfold naturally. And when you had spent that time together, it hadn’t felt forced or awkward - it had felt right. Comfortable. Easy.

You had seen a side of him you hadn’t fully understood before - his vulnerability, his gentle nature. And you had felt your heart softening toward him, even though you hadn’t realized it at the time.

“I don’t know if he feels the same way anymore,” you whispered, your voice barely audible. “I pushed him away when I left the karaoke bar. I told him to stop.”

Intak shook his head, his expression firm. “Trust me, y/n. He hasn’t stopped caring about you. He’s just… giving you space because you told him to. But I know Jiung. He’s not going to give up on you that easily.”

Your chest tightened as you considered Intak’s words. You had been so focused on the hurt and betrayal that you hadn’t let yourself think about what came next. But now, sitting here, your mind was filled with thoughts of Jiung - his shy smiles, the way his voice had made your heart flutter, the way he had always made you feel safe.

“I…” you started, your voice trembling slightly. “I don’t know what to do.”

Intak smiled gently. “Just… think about it. If you want to give someone a chance after all this, I’m telling you - Jiung’s the guy. He cares about you more than you realize.”

You nodded slowly, your mind still reeling from everything Intak had said. You didn’t know if you were ready to jump into anything yet, but the thought of Jiung - of seeing him again, of maybe giving him a chance - made your heart flutter with both nervousness and excitement.

“Thanks for telling me this,” you said softly, meeting Intak’s eyes.

Intak nodded. “I’m sorry, y/n. I really am. But I think Jiung’s the one you should be thinking about.”

As you sat there, your thoughts turned to Jiung. Maybe you did need to talk to him. Maybe you needed to figure out what your heart really wanted.

And maybe… it had been Jiung all along.

The tension between you and Intak had softened, and for the first time since everything had blown up, you felt like you could breathe again. Intak’s confession about Jiung - about how much Jiung liked you - had stirred something deep inside of you. You had known there was something special between you and Jiung, especially after spending so much time alone with him.

But now, sitting across from Intak, the guilt of the bet still lingering, there was another truth you hadn’t been ready to admit.

“Intak,” you said softly, looking down at your hands for a moment before meeting his eyes. “I need to be honest about something too.”

Intak raised an eyebrow, curiosity flashing across his face. “What is it?”

You bit your lip, feeling a wave of nervousness wash over you, but you pushed forward anyway. “I… I kind of had a crush on you too,” you admitted, your voice quiet but steady.

“Wait, really?!” Intak’s eyes widened in surprise, and then, just as quickly, his expression shifted into that familiar teasing grin. “It was the abs, wasn’t it?”

You couldn’t help but laugh, your cheeks flushing as you shook your head. “Yeah, it was definitely the abs,” you said, still giggling. “I mean, come on, you practically flaunt them.”

Intak laughed too, the tension in the air lifting as his smirk grew wider. “I knew it,” he said, clearly enjoying the moment. “All the hard work paid off.”

You rolled your eyes playfully, the laughter between you easing the lingering heaviness of the conversation. It felt good to laugh with him again, to feel the weight of the past few days lifting, even if just for a moment.

Intak leaned back, his smile softening as he glanced at you. “You know y/n, I’m really glad you told me that,” he said, his tone more serious now. “But if I’m being honest, I really think you and Jiung deserve each other. He’s crazy about you. Always has been.”

You smiled softly, feeling a warmth spread through your chest. “Yeah,” you said quietly. “I think I’m starting to see that.”

Without missing a beat, Intak slid his arm around your shoulder, pulling you into a friendly, comforting side-hug. It wasn’t romantic, but it was familiar, easy - just like the way things used to be. He looked down at you with a sincere smile. “I hope it works out between you two,” he said. “You both deserve to be happy.”

You leaned into the hug slightly, your heart lightened by his words. “Thank you, Intak,” you murmured, feeling grateful for the honesty between you now, the tension finally lifting. “I really appreciate you saying that.”

You sat there for a moment, the weight of the past few days seeming to fade away, replaced by a quiet understanding between you. You felt a strange sense of closure, like something had been resolved. You were still figuring out your feelings for Jiung, but you knew you weren´t alone in this anymore.

But just as you sat there, Intak’s arm still draped over your shoulder, the door suddenly opened.

You turned, your breath catching in your throat as Jiung stood there in the door frame.

The moment he saw you two - you sitting close to Intak, his arm wrapped around you - Jiung’s expression faltered. His usually calm and gentle demeanor cracked, and for a split second, you saw the hurt flash across his face.

“Jiung,” you said quickly, sitting up and instinctively pulling away from Intak. But the damage was already done. Jiung’s eyes flicked between the two of you, his jaw tightening as he took a hesitant step forward.

Intak, sensing the shift in the air, stood up slowly, his hands raised slightly in a gesture of peace. “Jiung, it’s not what it looks like,” he said calmly, though his voice was careful. “We were just talking.”

Jiung’s eyes lingered on you, a mixture of confusion and frustration in his gaze. “Talking?” he repeated, his voice quieter, but the hurt was clear. “It didn’t really look like talking.”

Your heart raced, panic rising as you stood up, stepping toward Jiung. “It’s true, Jiung,” you said, your voice steady but pleading. “We were just talking. About everything. About… you.”

Jiung’s expression softened slightly at your words, but the tension still hung heavy between you. “About me?” he asked, his voice filled with doubt.

Intak stepped back, his hands still raised in a non-threatening manner. “Yeah,” he said, his tone serious now. “Look, man, I came here to apologize. I told y/n everything, including the fact that you’ve been head over heels for her forever. And I told her that if anyone deserves a chance with her, it’s you.”

Jiung blinked, clearly taken aback by Intak’s words. The defensiveness in his posture began to ease, though the hurt still lingered in his eyes. He looked back at you, searching your face for confirmation.

You took a deep breath, stepping closer to Jiung. “It’s true,” you said softly. “Intak… he made me realize some things. About how I feel.”

Jiung’s eyes widened slightly, his breath catching. “And how do you feel?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Your heart raced as you looked into Jiung’s eyes, the vulnerability and hope you had seen in him so many times before now laid bare. You felt your pulse quicken, your mind flashing back to all the moments the two of you had shared - his gentleness, his sweetness, the way he had always looked at you like you were someone special.

“I don’t know everything yet,” you admitted, your voice soft but steady. “But I do know that I want to find out… with you.”

Jiung’s eyes softened, the tension in his body melting away as he let out a shaky breath. “Y/n…” he murmured, his voice full of emotion.

Intak, sensing the moment wasn’t his to witness, took a step back with a small smile. “I’ll, uh… leave you two alone,” he said, giving both of you a nod before heading toward the door.

But before he left, he turned back to you with a grin. “And hey, y/n,” he called out. “The abs. They’re still here if you ever need ‘em.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, the tension breaking as you rolled your eyes. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

Intak gave a playful salute and walked out, leaving you and Jiung standing together, the air between you now clear, open, and full of possibility.

After Intak left, a nervous tension settled in the room. The lightheartedness that had come with his jokes disappeared, leaving you and Jiung standing there, unsure of how to navigate the silence. Jiung shifted his weight awkwardly, glancing at you before looking down at his feet, clearly searching for the right words. His usually calm demeanor was replaced by a shy, uncertain look that made your heart race.

“So,” Jiung began, his voice quiet but filled with emotion, “what you said earlier… is it true?”

You met his gaze, feeling a nervous flutter in your chest. You hadn’t expected to be in this position, to be standing here, confessing something so personal. But there was no point in holding back now. “It is,” you said softly. “But… I still need to figure some things out.”

Jiung’s brow furrowed slightly, but he nodded, giving you the space to speak. You took a deep breath, gathering your thoughts before continuing. “When I spent time with you after your injury, I started to see you differently. I realized what an amazing guy you are, Jiung. How kind, thoughtful, and sweet you can be. I really liked those weeks we spent together - just us. It made me feel closer to you.”

Jiung’s eyes softened as he listened, his nervousness easing just a little. You could see the hope flickering in his expression, but you weren´t finished.

“But,” you added, your voice a bit firmer now, “I was hurt. Hurt that you and Intak would make a bet about me. That you both turned my feelings into some kind of game.”

Jiung winced at your words, the guilt heavy on his face. He ran a hand through his hair, clearly struggling with how to respond. After a moment, he exhaled slowly and spoke, his voice full of regret. “You’re right. The bet… it was stupid and childish, and I’m so sorry, y/n. I’ve liked you for a while now, and when Intak started showing interest, I panicked. I didn’t know what to do, so I went along with the bet because I couldn’t bear the thought of him going out with you.”

Your heart softened as you watched Jiung struggle with his words. His sincerity, his vulnerability - it reminded you of all the things you had come to appreciate about him. “So, it was more than just a bet?” you asked, your voice gentle now.

Jiung nodded, his eyes meeting yours. “Way more. I was trying so hard to win you over because I genuinely like you, y/n. I just… went about it the wrong way. I know the bet was stupid, and I wish I’d never agreed to it. But please,” he said, his voice filled with emotion, “give me a second chance. Let me prove to you that I’m serious about you. About us.”

You stared at him for a moment, your mind racing through all the emotions of the past few weeks. Jiung had hurt you, but he had also shown you kindness, warmth, and an undeniable connection. Slowly, a smile crept onto your face as you let the tension between the both of you dissolve.

“I think I can forgive you,” you teased, your voice playful as you watched Jiung’s eyes light up with relief.

Jiung let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding, a heavy weight lifting off his shoulders. He smiled, his dimples deepening as his usual, soft charm returned. “Thank you,” he said, his voice almost a whisper. “You have no idea how much that means to me.”

There was a pause, a beat of quiet between you both, before Jiung hesitated and glanced at you again. “So… since we’re starting fresh,” he began, his voice a little more confident now, “would you like to go on a second date with me? This time, without Intak crashing it?”

You giggled, feeling a warmth spread through your chest at Jiung’s sincerity. You leaned in close, your eyes twinkling with affection, before pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. Jiung’s face immediately flushed a deep shade of red, his eyes widening in surprise as his hand instinctively touched his cheek where your lips had been.

“I’d love to,” you said, your voice gentle but full of meaning.

Jiung stood there, frozen for a moment, still processing the fact that you had kissed him. His usual composed self had been completely replaced by a flustered boyishness that made your heart flutter. You watched as a shy grin spread across his face, unable to hide his happiness.

-a few months later-

The backstage area was alive with the usual hustle and bustle before a performance. Staff moved around with purpose, checking mics, adjusting costumes, and making sure everything was ready for the show. In the corner of the room, however, you stood with Jiung, who was already in his stage outfit, looking every bit the star he was about to be.

You smiled at him, your eyes filled with pride and affection. You had been back at work for a while now, and things had been better than ever. Jiung and you had grown even closer, and now, you were officially dating. The group had been supportive, even teasing, but you didn’t mind. You were happy, and so was Jiung.

As Jiung finished getting his hair styled, you leaned in and pressed a quick, playful kiss to his cheek. Jiung’s eyes lit up, and he turned to you with that same, shy smile that still managed to make your heart race.

“You know I can’t focus when you do that,” Jiung teased, his voice soft as he gently took your hand in his.

You laughed, giving his hand a playful squeeze. “You’ll be fine. You always are.”

Just then, Intak walked by, catching the tender moment between you two. He rolled his eyes dramatically, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth as he made a gagging motion. “Ugh, disgusting,” he muttered, loud enough for them to hear.

Jiung shot him a playful glare before reaching out and lightly shoving Intak’s shoulder. “Shut up, man.”

Intak grinned, clearly enjoying the teasing. “What? I’m just saying, you two are nauseating.”

You laughed, shaking your head as Jiung gave you an apologetic smile. Despite the teasing, the three of you had grown past the awkwardness of the bet. The rivalry had dissolved into something more playful, and you were grateful for it. You had your closure, your happiness, and Jiung.

As the rest of the group prepared for their performance, Jiung turned back to you, his fingers lightly brushing against yours. “I’ll see you after the show?”

You smiled, leaning in for one more quick kiss before stepping back. “I’ll be waiting.”

Jiung grinned, his heart light as he headed toward the stage. You watched him go, your chest filled with warmth and contentment. This was where you were meant to be - with Jiung, with the group, and with a future that felt brighter than ever.

the end

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