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[hexcia]

you deserve everything you were never given

[sees-text-shenans]

I do have one dumb request, it's based around Minatos "Canon Name" And how if you change language on PC it defaults to Makoto Yuki, making people say it's his canon name. That's the only idea I have but it's an interesting one

OMGG dude yess, here’s what i came up from your prompt!!! i hope you like it :)

[meamiki]

Hello. I haven't spoken much on the Reverse Entry AU (Modern Office + Reverse Isekai Loop AU). That changes today!!! Have some scattered (relatively long) tidbits on this AU. Mainly background to actually get to the office part of it but, yea!

If anyone wants elaboration on anything on this list, and I do mean anything, I encourage asking!! Or any random questions on the AU general!! Or just things in general!! Make me think about things I have not considered!!

Spoilers for all of ISAT + 2Hats and the like:

Mainly Concrete

The Country -> The Company.

Well, more of a family storefront, but the similarity in those two words next to each other was too good to pass up LOL.

Said storefront was run by Siffrin’s parents, and was their life's work.

Specialized in niche craft related stuff, in both teaching people how to do them & selling materials for the crafts. 

It was a very warm & homely store, and was adored by locals and visitors alike. 

A store that felt comforting to just vibe in for a bit, if that makes sense.

Loop ends up being Siffrin’s roommate after being reverse isekai’ed :)

They do not help with rent

They are a solid night light, which they try to justify as helping with the electricity bill

They also find a mirror shortly after arrival. 

Important Points

Mirabelle & Isabeau have known each other since University and are besties!!!!!!!!!

Not 100% sure of the logistics yet, but this was too important of a point to not include

Additionally, please know at some point, Isa custom stitched the scarf-shawl Mira wears to work all the time now, and gifted it to her!

He is also responsible for the fun pattern on the vest he wears all the time too!

Bonnie, whenever they are hanging around, makes sure to sneak onto Nille’s computer, and block out time between meetings for time to breathe / snacks for the others

And they also make sure to block out like an hour of time for proper lunches as well

Back to back to back to back meetings are not fun!!!

Breaks are important!!!

I have mentioned this in a different post, but this too, is a very important point to not include here as well

Location of Living

Mirabelle & Siffrin live in the same apartment complex, but on opposite sides of it

They have briefly interacted a few times prior to being coworkers? 

But Siffrin had his hair dyed for interviews for a long time

So Mirabelle didn’t realize it was him for a while, since he started growing out the dye before formally meeting in a work environment

Siffrin simply forgor

Isabeau lives relatively close-by to where Mira & Sif live, he visits Mira sometimes!!

He may or may not have also interacted with Siffrin two (2) times prior to working together due to the above point

Nille & Bonnie live around the area Siffrin used to live before he had to move, and have resided in that area for a long time

They technically were neighbors, at one point!

Odile lives closer to the office than everyone else 

Shorter commute for in-office days 

But still in the general vicinity of everyone else's abodes ofc

Hiring Order

Mirabelle has been working in the office the longest (interned two years in a row, and was formally hired right out of University)

Isabeau is next after since he got a referral off of Mira (interned for one year before graduation, then was hired at the same time Mirabelle was)

Odile was hired to replace Euphrasie (previous senior manager to their team who got a promotion, she’s now director of the regional office)

Siffrin was hired a bit after Odile when they got more capacity, since what they were originally doing was way too much for just three people LOL

Apparently, he got a referral from someone internally, but has no idea about it!

Nille was hired a little bit after Siffrin was

She only agreed upon the role if she was granted the flexibility to pick up Bonnie from school whenever

Random RPG Equivalence Hour

Turn Based Combat = Emails 

Whether it be waiting for data to start processes, answering inquiries, so on and so forth

Sometimes those turns take literal days

It happens!

Being Frozen / Damaged = Program Freezing 

This goes for any program being used

If it freezes it inflicts small damage

It inflicts more damage if it crashes

It makes you cry on the floor if the program crashes and you can’t recover any of what you did for the past hour

It makes you regret all of your life decisions up to this moment in time if it crashes, you can’t recover anything, and you have a presentation on the stuff you were working on in 15 minutes

Misc Meetings

Mirabelle writes fanfic

Isabeau knows about this and supports her in her endeavors

Odile has read some of her works, but does not know she wrote them irl

At some point prior to working together, Mirabelle & Odile became mutuals and started trading book / fanfic recommendations to one another

Odile had a brief stint as a bartender prior to working for the office

Mainly to earn some form of income while applying for jobs / waiting for prior certifications to process and transfer properly after moving from another country

In one or another, she met Isabeau and Siffrin at separate intervals while working there

Additionally, the bar is located close to the office. A lot of happy hours happen there. It ended up serving as a networking opportunity for her LMAO

Both Nille and Bonnie moved around a lot when they were younger

At different intervals, Nille went to the same high schools as both Mirabelle & Isabeau

Nille has probably worked a lot of jobs throughout high school / university

This includes working at the same place Odile worked at for a bit, they were probably coworkers there at some point.

Maybe not necessarily a bartender but, general staff

Again, this served as a networking opportunity similar to the Odile segment ASFASDASDA

Um????

Loop somehow ends up becoming a vtuber.

Loop somehow ends up being a vtuber for the company the team works under, akin to Tony the Tiger.

Loop does this vtuber gig for approximately one (1) stream and quits right after.

((loop decided their first stream was a nuzlocke for some reason. the crafts company literally didnt ask them to. they decided this on their own volition for no apparent reason. the company literally asked for a stream where they do crafts?? anyway they named their pokemon after the party. and. well.))

As I am Indecisive, this still has a chance for change! But for now this list is slightly ordered from “concrete in my mind” to “need to let simmer more probably, but the vibes are there” to “probably not but it is a bit of a funny to consider” (this only applies to the last loop segment ASDAFA)

But yea!! Thanks for reading the ramblings :)

[datsu-rock2763]

yeah i don’t think that’s what “kore mafumafu ga yaru no kusa” translates to 😭😭😭😭

[rinhaler]

ig coz you only got 2 notes on that post saying you were writing earlier lmao hoping to get more attention now you’ve said you’re gonna deactivate = attention seeker

you think I care about making a random chatty post and not getting notes on it enough to deactivate 😭😭 embarrassing take idk who you are but if you think I’m that much of an attention seeker ig you should block me but I’ll happily do it for you if you wanna continue this.

[nimblermortal]

I need peer pressure to participate in Old Norse class, please

even if it is just admitting that I spent all my translating time not getting 'sem' mixed up with Portuguese, and was so proud of myself, only to discover that I'd gotten há mixed up with Portuguese instead

[tri-punisher]

finished reading vol 3 of the summer hikaru died …. hikaru literally tearing a piece of himself out of his chest and giving it to yoshiki to keep with him …. what if i was a supernatural entity in possession of your dead best friend’s body and i wanted you to help me understand what life means… my goddddd

[todayisafridaynight]

i just started tweaking over someone saying minedai is one sided. THEY DONT GET IT THEY DO NOT GET IT. Sorry no sane person reads the rggo stories and goes wow this is so one sided

in all fairness not everyone's seen the rggo stories so i get it tbh

[thewriteadviceforwriters]

✏️ Writing Dialogue That Sounds Like Real People, Not Theater Kids on Red Bull

(a crash course in vibes, verbal economy, and making your characters shut up already)

Okay. We need to talk about dialogue. Specifically: why everyone in your draft sounds like they’re in a high school improv group doing a dramatic reading of Riverdale fanfiction.

Before you panic, this is normal. Early dialogue is almost always too much. Too polished. Too "scripted." So if yours feels off? You’re not failing. You’re just doing Draft Zero Dialogue, and it’s time to revise it like a boss.

Here’s how to fix it.

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🎭 STEP ONE: DETOX THEATER ENERGY I say this with love: your characters are not all quippy geniuses. They do not need to deliver emotional monologues at every plot beat. They can just say things. Weird, half-finished, awkward things.

Real people:

interrupt each other

trail off mid-thought

dodge questions

contradict themselves

repeat stuff

change the subject randomly

Let your characters sound messy. Not every line needs to sparkle. In fact, the more effort you put into making dialogue ✨perfect✨, the more fake it sounds. Cut 30% of your clever lines and see what happens.

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🎤 STEP TWO: GIVE EACH CHARACTER A VERBAL FINGERPRINT The fastest way to make dialogue feel alive? Make everyone speak differently. Think rhythm, grammar, vocabulary, tone.

Some dials you can twist:

Long-winded vs. clipped

Formal vs. casual

Emojis of speech: sarcasm, filler words, expletives, slang

Sentence structure: do they talk in fragments? Run-ons? Spirals?

Emotion control: are they blunt, diplomatic, avoidant, performative?

Here’s a shortcut: imagine what your character sounds like over text. Are they the “lol okay” type or the “okie dokie artichokie 🌈✨” one? Now translate that into speech.

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🧠 STEP THREE: FUNCTION > FILLER Every line of dialogue should do something. Reveal something. Move something. Change something.

Ask:

Does this line push the plot forward?

Does it show character motivation/conflict/dynamic?

Does it create tension, add context, or raise a question?

If it’s just noise? It’s dead air. Cut it. Replace it with a glance. A gesture. A silence that says more.

TIP: look at a dialogue scene and remove every third line. Does the scene still work? Probably better.

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💥 STEP FOUR: REACTIVITY IS THE GOLD STANDARD Characters don’t talk into a void. They respond. And how they respond = the real juice.

Don’t just write back-and-forth ping pong. Write conflict, dodge, misunderstanding. If one character says something vulnerable, the other might joke. Or ignore it. Or say something cruel. That’s tension.

Dialogue is not just information exchange. It’s emotional strategy.

Try this exercise: A says something revealing. B lies. A notices, but pretends they don’t. B changes the subject. Now you’ve got a real scene.

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🔍 STEP FIVE: PAY ATTENTION TO POWER Every convo has a power dynamic, even if it’s tiny. Who’s steering? Who’s withholding? Who’s deflecting, chasing, challenging?

Power can shift line to line. That shift = tension. And tension = narrative fuel.

Write conversations like chess matches, not ping pong.

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✂️ STEP SIX: SCISSORS ARE YOUR BEST FRIEND The best dialogue is often the second draft. Or third. Or fourth. First drafts are just you figuring out what everyone wants to say. Later drafts figure out what they actually would say.

Things to cut:

Greetings/closings ("Hi!" "Bye!"--skip it unless it serves tone)

Exposition disguised as chat

Obvious thoughts spoken aloud

Explaining jokes

Repeating what we already know

Readers are smart. Let them fill in blanks.

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🎧 STEP SEVEN: READ IT OUT LOUD (YES, REALLY) If you hate this step: too bad. It works. Read it. Mumbling is fine. Cringe is part of the ritual.

Ask yourself:

Would someone actually say this?

Does this sound like one person speaking, or a puppet show with one hand?

Where does the rhythm trip? Where’s the breath?

If you can’t say it out loud without wincing, the reader won’t make it either. Respect the vibe.

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🏁 TL;DR: If you want your dialogue to sound like real people, let your characters be real. Messy. Annoying. Human. Let them interrupt and lie and joke badly and say the wrong thing at the worst time.

Cut the improv class energy. Kill the urge to be ✨brilliant✨. And listen to how people talk when they’re scared, tired, pissed off, in love, or trying not to say what they mean.

That’s where the good stuff is.

—rin t. // thewriteadviceforwriters // official advocate of awkward silences and one-word replies

P.S. I made a free mini eBook about the 5 biggest mistakes writers make in the first 10 pages 👀 you can grab it here for FREE:

[readwritealldayallnight]

Part five of ‘Bird Watching’ aka hot construction worker Simon x single mom reader

Some moments were simply indescribable, certain feelings too large to be named, emotions so grand they couldn’t adequately be put into words, lest their true value be lost in translation from lip to ear

Some things just couldn’t be said, but rather needed to be shown, to be felt

A chaste little thing, a short peck, the smallest, faintest of touches as you brushed your lips against his, more of a quick exchange of breaths rather than a proper first kiss, it had been the most honest response you could think of to express your growing feelings for the man who’d so easily closed his eyes and leaned in to you without hesitation

Nearly a week later and it’s still the only thing you can think of

His lips are at the forefront of your mind as you rock a tired Rosie back to sleep in the middle of the night, his terrible jokes popping into your head whenever you hear the sound of laughter coming from the telly in the background, his deep voice is rattling through your mind as you lie awake in bed, wondering what it would be like to have his strong, steady arms wrapped around you instead of cold, empty sheets

Hope

That was what he said the last time you saw him

He said you gave him hope

You and Rosie

The longer you know Simon, the more you realize you’re starting to hope for things too

You hope that he goes about his day with you on his mind as well, perhaps running into the most mundane things that now remind him of you, the sight of yellow flowers perhaps bringing a smile to his face

You hope he doesn’t work himself too hard during the day, a true ‘dad’ to his projects as he complains of achy knees and a back that sounds like milk being poured into Rice Krispies cereal each morning, the snap, crackle, and pops that come with such physical work

You hope he isn’t too tired to chat with you on the phone after work, something he says is impossible, though you can hear him stifling his yawns on the other end of the line as he tells you otherwise, asking you to keep telling him about yours and Rosie’s day

You hope that you give him butterflies, having seen that you can make him at least blush the most beautiful shade of crimson you’ve ever seen a man wear

You hope the butterflies swarming your own stomach each time you think of him aren’t going to end up eating you alive from the inside out

You hope he’s as sincere, as true, as real as he seems to be, as he continues to convince you he is

You hope this whole thing isn’t too good to be true like the nagging voice at the back of your mind keeps trying to convince you of

You hope you won’t regret letting him in

Right now however?

What you’re really hoping for, is for your sitter to show up already, so that you and Simon can go on what you hope is the first of many dates to come

He’d sent you a text not too long ago, letting you know that he’d just gotten finished with the job for the day, that he was going to head home to shower and change, and that he would come swing by to pick you up within the hour

You’d been looking forward to tonight all week long, ever since he’d asked to take you out on a proper date following the quick kiss in the kitchen, your heart rate feeling as though it’s been waiting to come back down to earth since then

You weren’t entirely certain what Simon had planned for the night, though he had mentioned you’d be grabbing dinner together at some point in the evening, the anticipation of both seeing him and the idea of this being the start of something new, had your stomach in knots

Not only that, but you couldn’t deny your nerves were also all aflutter thinking about leaving a now two and a half month old Rosie alone for the first time since she’d been born

It was a concept you were going to have to grow used to sooner than later, seeing as she’d be starting nursery up in not too long, but this was still uncharted territory for you, motherhood was something you were growing accustomed to, and the idea of leaving your baby alone for just a few hours was an even more foreign sentiment

Your best friend, someone who at least knew Rosie and her routine better than most, had graciously agreed to be the first person you entrusted your baby with alone, and though she wasn’t technically late yet, you were nonetheless surprised that she hadn’t shown up quite yet, knowing that she was always keen on extra time with the tiny baby who has finally starting to fatten up, her pudgy arms and legs getting softer and squishier each day

The little lady in question was currently hanging out in her bouncer, watching you flit and flounce around your room as you got ready yourself, listening as intently as a baby can as you spoke to her, doing your best to involve her in the process

“What do you think, babe? Red or pink for my lips?” You ask, holding up both lipstick tubes in front of her, smiling at the way she seems wholly engaged in the conversation, eyes flitting between your hands. “I think you’re eyeing the pink one. Is that your pick, hon? You want mama to wear pink tonight? Mhmm, I think you’re right. Maybe I should wear something pink too then, huh?”

Glancing down at her own little outfit of the day, an idea pops into your head, quickly out your phone and snapping a photo of Rosie, the onesie being one that your friend had gotten for her while you were still pregnant

You : ‘someone’s excited to show off her outfit to you’

You : ‘as long as she doesn’t spit up again lol’

You shoot off the texts along with the photo of Rosie wearing her corny ‘I love my godmom’ onesie before turning towards your closet, though it’s not long before you get a reply back from her

Sarah : ‘look at those cheeeeeeeeeeeks!!!’

Sarah : ‘i promise i’ll try not to eat your baby but like cmon look at her’

Sarah : ‘maybe just one bite’

Sarah : ‘love it! but you’re hoping to keep her in that til tomorrow? lol good luck with that’

Unsure if you’re reading her last message correctly or not, you quickly send her another few texts, hoping to clarify

You : ‘ikr and she still smells so good too’

You : ‘this is the first time the onesie finally fit her’

You : ‘but i have her jammies and her diaper all laid out for you on her dresser, she can wear that for bed tonight’

You’ve barely had the chance to shoot Rosie a glance that says ‘your godmom’s losing her marbles’ before the phone still in your hand starts to ring

“Uh, hello?”

“What day is it today?!” Your friend asks animatedly over the line

“It’s Friday…? Aren’t you on your way here already? Simon’s meant to be here soon.”

“You’re kidding me.” You hear her whisper to herself before she’s groaning in apparent defeat. “Oh my gosh girl, I- I’m so sorry, I could’ve sworn we were Thursday today! I’m literally in my parents kitchen across town right now. I am so sorry, I- I could leave now and try to make it-”

“Oh, no that’s okay. I know you don’t see them that often anymore, it’s okay. I’ll explain to Simon and we’ll reschedule or something.”

“Are you sure? I feel so bad. You were so excited for this date.” She says, and you know she means it. You don’t want to make her feel any worse than she probably already does, though you can’t deny that you’re disappointed, you were really looking forward to tonight

“Mhmm, I’m positive. You enjoy dinner with your parents, tell them I say hey.”

“Alright, only if you’re sure. But let me know if he wants to just push the date to tomorrow, I promise I’ll be there!”

“I’ll let you know. Bye.” You say before quickly hanging up, tossing your phone onto your bed along with a frustrated sigh. “Oh Rosie, what are we gonna do now?”

Rosie offers up her solution in the form of coos and whines aimed your way, her volume increasing with every second she deems a second too long not being held

You’ve just scooped her up into your arms when you hear a steady knock at the front door, your heart skipping a beat for a moment knowing that he’s here early, that maybe he’s been just as excited for tonight as you’ve been and that he couldn’t wait a moment longer to see you, but then your shoulders can’t help but to sag slightly, knowing that you’ve got to break the news to him

Making your way across the small flat, you cradle Rosie in one arm as you lean against the door, peering into the peephole just to be sure, when the sight on the other side forces you to clamp your mouth shut, god forbid you actually let out the ‘holy shit’ your brain is thinking right now

It’s Simon stood out there, that’s for certain

But you’ve never seen the man look so fucking good before

You’ve grown used to seeing him in his work attire, his dirty, sweaty t-shirts, old jeans caked in paint and plaster, plaid button ups so used and abused they’re practically see-through, hell he was even wearing the stereotypical white wife beater when you first met him across the fence, his defined biceps on full display that day (not that you were complaining), along with his muddy boots, you’ve only ever seen Simon wearing a hard working man’s clothes

Now however?

Well, he obviously must have been planning on taking you somewhere fancier than you expected tonight, seeing as the man is wearing proper dress shoes, dark slacks that hug his enormous thighs just right, and a goddamn button-up shirt that accentuates just how wide his shoulders are, how huge he is to begin with, a man who has very evidently worked hard for years upon years and has the build to show for it

Wanting to lay your eyes on the real thing, you try your best not to look too excited when you all but rip the door open for him

“Hi Simon.” You murmur to him as you lean against the doorway, glancing down at Rosie with a smile as she coos at him too, readjusting your hold on her so that she can see him better. “You- you look really nice tonight.”

You can’t help the way your cheeks heat up getting the full picture now rather than distorted through the lens of a peep hole, god how can someone actually be so tall? You can’t help but lean closer towards him when you catch a whiff of what you think is an enticing cologne or aftershave, your eyes taking in his clean shaven appearance, scars standing out more prominently without the stubble only adding to his already rugged charm

You see his own eyes go wide, gaze scanning you from top to bottom more than once, his lips falling open ever so slightly as he stands there, taking in the sight before him

“Simon?” You ask with a small smile tugging at the corner of your lips when he still hasn’t said anything after a moment, laughing softly when your words seem to snap him out a daydream, his eyes focusing more intently on your own now

“Sorry. I jus’-” He begins before clearing his throat, taking half a step closer to you as he speaks. “You’re so beautiful. Caught me off guard for a beat there.”

Your first instinct is to believe he’s exaggerating, just pulling your leg, because sure your makeup might be more done up than usual, and your hair styled a little nicer than it’s been recently, but you’re still just clad in simple lounge wear, never having had a chance to change properly before your friend called and you didn’t have a reason to dress up anymore

But looking at him now, seeing the way he’s looking at you, you can’t find a trace of insincerity in his gaze, can’t pinpoint any reason why he would be anything but sincere with you, the blush on your cheeks only deepening as you decide he means what he says

“Yeah well, you clean up pretty nicely yourself.” You mumble to him, pleased at the small smile he offers in return. “Though, this wasn’t what I’d been hoping on wearing tonight, obviously.”

“I think you’re perfect.” He answers instantly, tacking your name onto the end. “But there’s no rush, if ye wanted a minute to change? I can hold her, if y’need.”

“No, actually I- I’ve got some bad news.” You add solemnly, absentmindedly shuffling your feet, a nervous tic from your younger years that you never grew out of

“Y’alrigh’?” Simon asks, taking the last few steps closer until you’re within reaching distance, his hand coming up to land on your arm out of pure instinct, though he seems to catch himself at the last second as his palm hovers just above your skin

“Yeah, no, everything’s fine. It’s just that the sitter can’t make it tonight. She got the dates confused, thought I’d asked her for tomorrow.” You regretfully explain to him, unable to meet his eyes, as though this were somehow your fault, rather than a simple mixup that had you feeling just as disappointed. “I’m sorry Simon, I’d really been looking forward to-”

“D’you wanna bring her?”

“W-what?” You ask, momentarily befuddled by the question, unable to understand what he means

“D’you wanna bring Rosie wit’ us? Is tha’ alrigh’? Or if she’s still too little to go out we can stay ‘ere, order takeaway. Or I could cook for ye. Though the takeaway migh’ be less likely to come back and haunt ye tomorrow.” He replies casually, as though the answer were always so evident, the solution truly that simple, a problem easily solved at a moment’s notice

“I- she- wait, are you serious?” You question, only slightly bewildered by how nonchalant he is with the change of plans. “You- you don’t mind? You’d really be alright just staying in tonight?”

“‘Course.”

“But you- I mean you obviously had something nice planned for tonight- just look at you! I don’t want to ruin-”

“You’re not ruining a damn thing, love.” He cuts off your rambling, his heavy palm now landing on your shoulder with confidence. “Wearin’ my nice civvies, fancy food, s’all jus’ to impress ya. I don’ need none o’ it. Just want to spend time with ye, right ‘ere or anywhere else. Alrigh’?”

You can only bring yourself to nod in agreement with him, fearing that words might fail you if you dared to open your mouth now, a flood of emotions threatening to rise to the surface if you spend too long taking in what Simon’s just said

“Why don’t we go in then, and you start thinkin’ ‘bout where you wanna order from.”

Before you can even realize it, nearly two hours have trickled away, the brilliant hues of pink and orange and yellow shining against your windows as the sun sets cast a warm reflection throughout your flat, a sight that can only pale in comparison to the glow that’s emanating from inside

Because that really is how you’re feeling isn’t it?

As you and Simon lounge together on your couch with full bellies, contrasted by the empty takeaway containers and utensils scattered across the coffee table, some radio station or another softly playing music in the background, you feel as though the only way to describe this feeling growing in your chest is glowing, you feel like you’re glowing when Simon’s around

And based of the way he’s sunken comfortably into the cushions of the couch, an arm resting casually across the back with careful fingertips caressing your shoulder every so often, any and all traces of stress and work and life outside this bubble you’re caught up in have lifted off his shoulders, leaving him looking lighter than you’ve seen before, you’re inclined to assume he’s just as content as you are in this moment

“Hmm, dunno ‘bout that.”

“No, I swear to you, Simon! You’ll see, next time we’ll have to go in person, or we’ll just order dessert first.” You insist through your laughter, watching as he shakes his head in playful disbelief. The food you’d ordered was delicious, but as good as your dinner had been, you told him that it was really their sweets that had you coming back for more

“Well, if ye swear, s’pose I’m inclined to believe ye.” He teases with a knowing look in his eyes, ghost of a smirk painted across his lips. “Next time then.”

“Next time.” You agree easily,

“Like the sound o’ that. Next time.”

“Me too. That is, assuming you’d want to do this again, of course. Maybe a proper date?”

“This is a proper date, love. S’like I said, just like spendin’ time with ye. Look, we’ve even got a chaperone an’ everythin’. Proper date in my books.” Simon jokes, jutting his chin towards Rosie in your arms, her chubby little fists tugging at your shirt relentlessly

“Oh yeah, real proper.” You laugh, readjusting your hold on her, smoothing a hand down her back. “Speaking of which, I probably should try to lay her down soon.”

You’ve managed to avoid putting her to bed for as long as you could, the three of you hanging out contently together, bouncing her between your arms and her swing, but you also know your baby, and you don’t want to keep her up any longer, disrupt her routine any more. You weren’t expecting to juggle both Rosie and your fist date with Simon simultaneously, and while she’d been an angel for you two tonight, you knew better than to push your luck

“Ah right. Needs her shuteye, that one. I can head out, if ye’d like.” He offers, almost as though he doesn’t necessarily agree with the words he’s speaking, doesn’t want the night to end yet, but knows that they need to be said nonetheless

“No! I mean- it shouldn’t take me too long to get her down, I can tell she’s already pretty sleepy. If you don’t mind waiting, we could watch a movie together, or just keep talking. I- I’d really like you to stay, if you want to.” You extend the invitation to him, putting the ball in his court now

The idea of parting ways already leaves a bitter taste in your mouth, knowing how incredibly busy with work he is to the point that he told he he’d been working straight through the weekend to get this newest nursery finished, and because of that you’re left unsure when he’ll be able to see you next, your own days dragging longer as you’re left only with Rosie to occupy your hours, in addition to the very man who occupied your thoughts

“I’d like that. I’ll stay.” He answers simply, though his eyes tell you much more than his words ever could, the relief clear in his features

“Great.” You say with a genuine smile. “I might just run to the washroom quickly, before I put her down. Are- are you okay if I just- leave her here with you for a bit? It should only take me a secon-”

“You’re fine love. We’re fine. You go ‘head. We’ll be right here waitin’ for ye.” He tells you, gesturing down the hall towards your bathroom.

You can’t help but to search his face quickly for any chance he might change his mind, but Rosie’s safe in her swing, her whines and grumbles at a minimum for the time being, and so you nod to him before standing and turning the corner

But of course, your girl’s got some sort of sixth sense for knowing when her mum’s left the room, her cries reaching your ears through the closed bathroom door

You try to be a quick as you can, though at least a minute or two has passed by the time you’re jogging back towards the living room, apology already on the tip of your tongue for having left Simon with her, how you should’ve known she’d get upset, but the words die in your mouth as you spot the scene playing out on the couch

Still sat comfortably on your couch, Simon appears as though he hasn’t moved from his spot at all, which you’d be inclined to believe, were it not for the tiny bundle laying across his chest, his large hand rubbing small circles against your baby’s back

Her whines are already quieting down before you can process it, her coos softening the more Simon shushes her, soothes her, speaks to her in that low timbre of his, as if this were second nature to him, something he’d done a thousand times before and had mastered the art of

“Shh, you’re alright now. Your mum’s comin’ back, Rosie. No need for tears.” You hear him tell her as you step closer to the pair

“She- is she okay?” You ask, coming to sit back own next to him, your own hand instinctively coming to caress the back of her head, soft little wisps of hair tickling beneath your fingertips

“Tired. Like ye said.” He replies, his movements never faltering as he comforts your baby as if she were his own flesh and blood. “Think she’s almost out.”

And surprise surprise, he’s right

Rosie’s fighting to keep her heavy eyelids open, mouth parted in the tiniest little ‘o’ as she tries in vain to continue her protests, but in the end she can’t hold out any longer, and drifts off on Simon’s chest, fitting against him like a perfect puzzle piece, appearing all the smaller compared to his large size

“I can’t believe that just happened.” You whisper in awe, eyes locked on the sight of your baby safe and sleeping in the arms of a well-dressed Simon, his shirt sleeves rolled up to his muscular forearms, a vision that leaves you feeling warm all over

“I’m sorry, I should’ve asked before just pickin’ her up like tha’, you didn’t-” He begins to say, posture stiffening as though he’s about to stand

“Oh my gosh, Simon! Don’t even try to apologize right now. This is like, just about the hottest thing I’ve witnessed all year.” You reassure him instantly, relieved by how he softens up at your words, leaning back into the cushions once more, small chuckles being shared between the two of you. “Wasn’t expecting her to kick up a fuss so quick, and certainly never expected you to jump in and comfort her but, thank you, Simon. Really. I figured she was going to put up a fuss with the sitter tonight, she’s never had anyone but me put her to sleep before. But look at her.”

You both gaze at the sleepy little lump cuddled cozily into his dress shirt without a care in the world, her breaths coming out in soft, even little huffs

“Think she knows I’m trying to earn brownie points wit’ her mum. Helpin’ me out.” He teases his own hand coming lay atop your own, still cradling her back of Rosie’s head

“Already promised you dessert next time, didn’t I?” You say softly, returning his own cheeky smirk with a grin of your own

You hardly even recognize the way your head starts absentmindedly shaking in a mix of disbelief and awe, unable to fully believe the situation you’ve found yourself in, sitting on the very same couch you used to crash on after late nights out with friends, the same couch you’d bawled your eyes out on for hours after discovering you were pregnant, the same couch you’d fallen asleep on after one too many sleepless nights caring for a newborn by yourself, the same couch cushions you’d been digging through for loose change as money got tight

It’s the same couch that Simon Riley is sitting on now, as he holds your sleeping baby, as he looks at you as if there’s nowhere else he’d rather be right now even if this wasn’t the original plan for tonight, as he makes your heart beat faster than you’ve ever felt possible, as he challenges every notion and preconception and idea you’d built for yourself since becoming a single mum

Part of you wants to scream ‘How are you real?!’ just to see if the echo of your voice will ripple across the mirage he might have been all along, will reveal the smoke and mirrors and shed the spotlight on a stage that’s been empty this whole time

But you’re growing tired of holding up the weight of the walls you’ve had to build around yourself, you’re growing sick of making up excuses that never benefited you in the first place, you or Rosie, because a world kept at arms length might in theory be a safer one, but it’s undoubtedly a lonelier one, and while your new role as a mum means having to prioritize someone else’s well being before your own, having to take on the problems for two, you glance at Simon now and know for certain:

You’re not worried

He’s worried

It’s been too long now, almost a full week that he hasn’t heard from you

Not a text, not a call, not a goddamn carrier pigeon, nothing

He hates to admit it, loathes to acknowledge it as the truth, but he’s been so busy with work that he hadn’t even noticed the radio silence on your end until more than three days had passed

He’s been working practically inhumane hours as of late, fulfilling his guarantee to have the site finished and ready to open in exchange for a nursery spot for Rosie, and the work’s had him feeling more exhausted than he has in a long time, though the mental stress could never hold a flame to that of his time in the SAS, the physical toll is nearly comparable, especially considering his body getting any younger

Simon had been arriving at the construction site two or three hours before anyone else was scheduled, before the damn sun was even thinking of cresting the horizon, leaving him relying on an absurd number of floodlights to help get the work done

Not to mention that he wasn’t just the last man to leave the job every single time, Simon only allowed himself to head home when his body literally could not take any more for the day, the streetlights having turned on ages ago telling him to clock out

Arriving home and immediately collapsing into bed had been the routine each night, sleeps so short and restless that his brain never had the chance to conjure up a dream, not until that third night, when he finally slept well enough to dream of you

After all, he had left your flat that night last week feeling as if he was still waiting to wake up from a dream, to find out that was all just a figment of his imagination, in fact too good to be true

After having carefully transferred Rosie into her crib, the two of you had stayed up much too late into the night talking to one another, laughing together, and ultimately, as he’d been hoping he would have the chance to do again, kissing

He remembers how comfortable you were sat next to one another on the couch, how the more you spoke the more the space between your bodies slowly dwindled until he could no longer handle the look in your eyes, the one he knew had to have been reflected on his own face, and he’d taken the leap and reached for you, slotting his lips against your with a hesitancy that was quickly thrown out the window as he heard the deep hum of satisfaction reverberating through your chest into his

He remembers how soft you were, your skin, your hair, your lips, everything about you felt like something too precious for his sullied hands to touch, something too priceless for him to be stealing for himself, but your solid grip on his biceps gave him no room to question whether this was something you wanted as well, something you wanted just as badly as he did

It could have been five minutes, it could have been five hours, all Simon knew was that he was drowning in you and he never wanted to resurface again

Each little gasp you had let out as his strong hands gripped and squeezed your curves had his head spinning, every whimper and moan you didn’t mean to let slip had his own tether on the situation beginning to weaken, each press of your lips against his proved to be a test of his resolve, his willingness to do this right, to take things slow

But fuck, if you weren’t the most delectable thing he’d ever come across… your milk swollen tits pressed up against his firm chest, your soft thighs beneath his fingertips, your bodies arching into one another as though they already knew each other, had danced this dance before

Simon would have died a happy man that night, more than content with having you as his cause of death, a death certificate he could be proud of, but of course, he was only one of the two people in your flat that was vying for your precious attention

Rosie awaking from her sleep and demanding to be fed was the only indication that time was still ticking by, that your make out session had not in fact stopped time as your hearts may have otherwise had you believe

You’d walked him to the door, kissed him goodnight again just for good measure, promising to talk soon and plan another date, one where he might actually be able to take you out

But now, Simon’s left to grapple with the fact that you haven’t called him since, haven’t texted him, haven’t reached out once

He feels like a fish out of water

He’d never done this before, had never had something like this in his life before, something worth holding on to, and now he was left wondering what he was meant to do

Was this his fault? Had he been meant to call you first? Was that some unspoken understanding that he’d never gotten the memo for? Were you waiting for him to reach out first?

When his first text goes out to you the following morning, a simple message checking in on how you and Rosie are doing, he spends his entire work day eager to finish up so that he can check for your response

What he isn’t expecting however, is for his message to go unseen

Left puzzled, more than a tad confused, he decides to call you, wanting to hear your voice, to make sure everything is okay

When the call goes unanswered, your standard voicemail tone being the only thing to come through the phone, Simon has to fight against the familiar voices in his head telling him to jump to the worst case scenario, to anticipate the worst, and instead decides he’s not going to allow another day to go to waste

He’s pulling up in front of your flat and taking the stairs two at a time before he has the chance to talk himself out of it, to imaging reasons A through to Z as to why this may not be a good idea, why you might be ignoring him

Knocking on your door, Simon is steeling himself for whatever scenario he might be about to face, though what he comes face to face winds up being a situation his mind had not jumped to, a much more plausible explanation he hadn’t fathomed in all of his pessimistic worrying

It’s evident from the moment that you manage to crack the door open for him, that that alone took up more energy than you had to spare, the prominent bags under your eyes darker than ever before, the sweat seeping across your brow and upper lip contrasted by the way your body shivers involuntarily

“Love,” he says as softly as he can, though his tone is reminiscent to that of a young child being lovingly scolded, his brow furrowing in concern. “Should’ve told me you were sick.”

“D-didn’t want you t-to see me l-like t-this.” You barely manage to croak out, trying to correct the blanket that’s slipping off of your shoulders, though you barely have the strength to lift your arm and tug it back in place

“How long have you been ill?” He immediately asks, shutting the door behind him and leading you through your flat with a gentle hand between your shoulder blades, feeling the heat radiating off of you even through all your layers

“I- I don’t know. Few d- days?” You reply, glancing sideways at him as though you’re only now realizing that he’s here. “H-how - what are you d-doing here?”

“Haven’t heard from you, didn’t answer your phone. Had me worried, and apparently rightfully so.” He tells you, head on a swivel as he looks for your tiny roommate. “Where’s Rosie?”

“In her c-crib.”

“She sick as well?”

“N-no. Somehow sh-she’s been o-okay. I just- I feel awful, Simon.” You admit, frustrated tears beginning to pool in your eyes, fat drops sliding down your heated cheeks as you blink through them

“You’ve got to be runnin’ a fever, love. You’re not well.” He says with a hand pressed against your forehead, doing his best to school his features despite his displeasure with how warm you feel, your skin borderline burning up beneath his palm. “Let me help you.”

“S-Simon, I-”

“Please.” He iterates before you can even attempt to turn him down, the words quickly dying on your tongue, not a single ounce of energy left to spare for you to fight him on this. “Can we get you to bed?”

Nodding, you allow him to help lead you towards the door he can only presume hides your bedroom, pushing all other thoughts aside as he sees your intimate space for the first time

You hardly have the energy to climb into bed, allowing Simon to stack the pillows behind your head and to cover you with the blankets, exhaustion evident in every move you make, the kind of bone-deep tiredness that has him wondering as to how you’ve been able to manage these last few days by yourself, let alone caring for Rosie on top of everything

“You jus’ lay here, alrigh’? Let me handle things.” He instructs, smoothing the sheets over your legs, brushing your hair out of your eyes, fussing over you like he imagines his mother might have done for him decades and decades ago when he was too young to remember. “When was the last time you ate?”

“Uh- I um- I don’t- I don’t know.” You admit, closing your eyes as you lean back into the comfort of the pillows supporting you, the only thing keeping you upright at the moment

“Stay here, I’ll get things sorted.”

He knows you really can’t be feeling like yourself, based on how you put up no effort in telling him otherwise, hardly even acknowledging his words apart from the slightest nod of your head, your mind evidently in a fog that he’s worried has lingered too long already

Stepping out of your room, Simon peeks into Rosie’s nursery, if only to reassure his own wandering mind that she really is alright, his heartbeat calming down in the slightest when he spots her in the cot, her chest rising and falling in even, steady breaths, nothing appearing out of the ordinary as compared to her sick mum on the other side of the wall

Satisfied that Rosie is settled for the time being, he busies himself in your kitchen with preparing you something to eat, going back to the basics when he heats up some soup he managed to find in the cupboards, trying his best to straighten up the flat while your meal warms up on the stove, throwing wadded up tissues into the waste bin and tossing crumpled clothes into your washer

You appear as though you’re on the verge of sleep, if not already counting sheep, when Simon returns to you with a warm meal, a cold glass of water, and a generous amount of ibuprofen

You hardly protest when he starts feeding you the soup himself, barely blink when he drops the meds in your palm and instructs you to swallow them, only perking up when you overhear Rosie begin to grumble from across the hall

“I’ve got her.” Simon quickly reassures you before you try to move. “I’ll bring her, just wait here love.”

Despite having held her less than a week prior, Simon still can’t believe just how small she is, a true baby bird, how minuscule she feels in his hands, how light she is in his arms, how light she makes him feel when she tries to snuggle her way farther into his chest, as though she and her mum weren’t already burrowing their way directly into his heart already

Stepping back into your room, he watches the relief roll over you as your tired eyes lock on your baby, arms instinctively reaching for her as Simon transfers her over to you

“Oh Rosie g-girl, I know. I know.” You coo to her, sniffling in spite of the brave face you’re clearly trying to put on. “Thank you, Simon.”

“I should’ve come by sooner. Should’ve known.” He says, sitting next to you at the edge of your bed, arm coming up to help you hold Rosie steady should you need it. He’s beating himself up over this, in spite of all logic indicating he had no way of knowing you were feeling poorly, he still feels like he should have been here, should have been helping you sooner

“Y-you didn’t know. I didn’t s-say anything. S’my fault.” You mumble, rocking Rosie against your chest, leaning your cheek against the crown of her head. “I hate f-feeling like this. Feel like I’m useless to my own b-baby, feel like a bad mum, f-feel like a bad girlfriend f-for not talking to y-you, feel li-”

“Shh, none o’ that now.” He shushes your worries, leaning over to press a kiss to your temple, eyes closing as he lingers against you for a moment, begging the relentless beating of his heart to calm down before you’re able to literally hear it banging against his rib cage, itching to be freed and put directly into the palm of your hands where it belongs

He knows you likely didn’t mean to say it, didn’t realize you’d let the word slip, your fever and exhaustion taking precedent over your usually clever mind, but he certainly heard it

Girlfriend

He feels like a damn school boy, blushing the way he is at the prospect of you calling yourself his girlfriend, a term that feels too juvenile, too mundane for what’s been growing between the two of you

He brushes your worries aside, casts your discomfort out the window, taking your dishes to the kitchen if only to allow you a moment of privacy to feed Rosie, promising to return momentarily, though he doesn’t mind taking the time he needs for his cheeks to return to their normal shade, his body betraying the way your words affect him

He knows you likely won’t remember having said so come morning, though he’s hoping you’ll wake up faring better than you are now, that your slip of the tongue was truly nothing more than an honest revelation in your hazy state, an unintentional peek into the thoughts that have been swirling in your mind as of late, perhaps even an unspoken wish accidentally said aloud

But Simon? Well, he’s got no intention of keeping you waiting

If you’re wishing to be his, he’ll have to let you know soon enough that that’s fine by him, seeing as he’s been yours from the very start

Next chapter

Thank y’all so much for the patience with part five being uploaded, in true tumble fashion my first draft of this chapter got deleted right as I was preparing to upload it, and so this was my second time writing this out, tried my best to capture as much of the original draft as I could remember, so I’m really hoping it doesn’t come across as crazy as my brain feels right now

Appreciate all the suggestions people had for where to save drafts from now on, as well as the love you guys always seem to have an abundance of when it comes to my writing. Really does mean a lot

Anyways, really excited for the next few chapters as things are going to start getting messy, someone’s lies might start catching up to him, who knows

- M 🫶🏻

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[fragmentedblade]

"I am sure Destiny's Slave already told you that the swords of mortals are incapable of killing someone with the flesh of an Emanator"

I kept thinking that the wording at times make it seem as if Blade were an Emanator of Abundance

[shyoko]

✧ Accidentally sent a dirty message to another member. ✦༺⊹

This writing is my own; no copies, adaptations, or translations are allowed. I hope you like it. ���� 

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enhypen x fem!reader ⚠️ cw: NSFW / +18 — rough sex, jealousy, possessive behavior, light choking, wall sex, hair pulling, spanking, dirty talk, slight humiliation, intense kissing, marking (hickeys), sex in the shower. Minors DNI. Read responsibly.

✧ Heeseung ----------

It was noon. Heeseung had texted you from work, telling you that the day was turning into a complete nightmare. His message was short, but you could feel the exhaustion in his words: "I can't take it anymore. I'm done with everything today."

You sighed, imagining him in his studio, his head full of stress. You wanted to cheer him up. And you knew exactly how.

You got off the couch, walked to the mirror, and took a picture — nothing vulgar, but definitely bold. Provocative. Sexy. Perfect to lift his spirits and remind him that when he got home, he’d have something far better than work waiting for him.

You sent it without double-checking.

Seconds later... your world froze.

Sunghoon replied with: "…" followed by "Was this meant for me?"

You froze. You opened the sent message... and there it was. Your photo. Sent to Sunghoon.

Your hand flew to your mouth. Your heart pounded. You tried to delete the message, but it was too late. The damage was done.

And then your phone rang. It was Heeseung.

"Are you kidding me?" he said as soon as you answered, his voice deep, tense, furious. "Did you send that picture to Sunghoon?"

"No! It was a mistake, I swear… it was meant for you…"

"I’m leaving work. You better have answers when I get home."

He hung up.

You stood there in silence, gripping your phone, feeling the burn of shame mixing with the fear of what would come next.

An minuts later, you heard the door slam. Heavy footsteps approached. He walked straight to you, not saying a word. His shirt was half-unbuttoned, his eyes dark and intense.

He stopped in front of you. He didn’t yell. He didn’t ask.

"Give me the phone."

You handed it over with trembling hands. He unlocked it without effort, went straight to the chat with Sunghoon, deleted the message… and then the entire contact.

"You're never talking to him again." His voice was low, trembling with restrained anger.

"Heeseung, it was an accident. I swear..."

He placed the phone on the table, took your face in his hands, and looked at you so deeply you felt the floor disappear under your feet.

"An accident?" he whispered, his rough voice sliding down your spine as his hand moved slowly from your neck to your waist. "Then let me show you how we fix a mistake like that."

Without warning, he pushed you gently against the wall, his mouth crashing onto yours with a mix of fury and desire. He kissed you with hunger, with jealousy, with fire. His hands moved over your body with a possessive firmness, as if he had to reclaim every inch of your skin.

"You're mine," he growled between his teeth, lips brushing yours. "Only I get to see you like this. Only I get to touch you like this."

His mouth moved down your neck, leaving a trail of burning kisses, stopping at your collarbone. He made sure you felt every mark he left. His hands pulled you closer, demanding all of you.

"Do you know how hard it was to hold back all day? And now this..."

His voice trembled between desire and the need to make sure you never forgot who you belonged to.

✧ Jay ----------

You were in the living room, lying on a couch with your phone in hand while the guys chatted animatedly on the other side. Jay was standing, leaning against a table, laughing calmly with Jake and Sunghoon. His voice—so distinctive—had that effect on you: it pulled you in effortlessly.

You bit your lip without realizing it, watching him smile, move, talk. It felt like he hadn’t looked at you in hours, so focused on that conversation. You crossed your legs and sighed... You wanted to tease him a little.

So you opened your gallery and picked a photo—one of those only he was supposed to see. Nothing explicit, but suggestive, intimate… with a look that said everything your words didn’t. You smiled mischievously and sent it directly as a private message.

Or so you thought.

Seconds later, something felt off. Jake stopped talking, looked at his phone… then looked at you. He said nothing, but his eyes said it all. You swallowed hard. Checked your phone.

You had sent the photo to Jake.

Your heart stopped.

Jay noticed Jake’s reaction and leaned in to see the phone. His expression changed instantly. The muscles in his jaw tensed, and his eyebrow slowly raised.

"What is that?" he asked quietly, though everyone heard him.

Jake raised his hands, uncomfortable. "I… it wasn’t meant for me."

Jay turned to you, his eyes locked onto yours. He said nothing. Walked slowly toward where you were, while you tried to say something—but your tongue felt like stone.

"You were going to send that to me… but you sent it to Jake?" he said softly, in a tone that chilled your blood.

"It was a mistake… Jay, really, it wasn’t for him…" you whispered, feeling the shame rise to your ears.

But he didn’t answer.

He just grabbed your arm, firmly but not hurting you, and led you out of the room. No one said a word. Only his footsteps and your shaky breathing could be heard.

You entered his room, and he shut the door behind him forcefully.

He slowly let go of you, but his gaze stayed locked on yours.

"Do you know how I felt seeing that photo on someone else’s phone?" he asked hoarsely, holding back something more than anger.

"Jay, it was an accident. I swear…" you said, stepping closer.

"I don’t like it when you play with me." His voice was low, his words came out slowly, like he was deciding whether to hold back or give in.

Then he stepped forward, took your face in one hand, firmly, like he needed to make sure you were only looking at him.

"That photo was mine. Do you know how it felt to imagine Jake seeing you like that?"

His lips crashed into yours suddenly. The kiss was deep, burning, full of unspoken demand. It wasn’t sweet. It was possessive. Like he needed to prove you were still his.

His hands traveled down your waist as his body guided you back, pressing you against the door. His breath was hot against your neck as he moved down and left a slow, teasing, firm hickey.

"I’m going to mark you, so you won’t forget. No one else has the right to see you like this. No one."

Your legs trembled under his touch. His mouth returned to yours, this time slower, more intense. Jay’s hands slid down your hips with intent, while his lips burned with the same desire you had tried to awaken… and that now threatened to consume you completely.

✧ Jake ----------

You had a quiet day. Jake hadn’t texted you much, but you knew he was with Ni-ki—like he always was lately. You didn’t give it too much thought. You got comfortable on the couch, turned the TV on in the background, and grabbed your phone.

You missed him. Much more than you wanted to admit.

After a few minutes of thinking, you started writing him something. Something you knew would make him smile... or maybe something more. The message was bold, direct. You told him exactly what you wanted to do to him that night. How you were going to kiss him, touch him, ride him slow, and tease him until he begged you to let him come.

You bit your lip, amused by your own daring. And you sent it.

But seconds later, your screen hit you like a slap.

Ni-ki: "…Was this meant for me?"

Your heart stopped.

You opened the chat.

Yes. You had done it. Your dirtiest, most explicit message… had been sent to Ni-ki.

Ni-ki. Who was with Jake.

Blood rushed to your face, your hands trembled. You checked everything a thousand times, trying to convince yourself it wasn’t real. But it was.

You texted Jake. Nothing. Another. Silence. Tried calling. No answer.

And then, hours passed.

Until you heard the door open.

It closed with a sharp thud. No voice. No greeting. Just heavy footsteps down the hallway. You watched him as he walked straight into the bedroom.

You didn’t know what to do. You stayed on the couch a few minutes, biting your lip nervously. Then you got up and went after him.

He was lying on his side, back to you, shirt still on. He hadn’t covered himself. He hadn’t moved.

You carefully climbed onto the bed. Quietly approached him. Slowly lifted his shirt. He said nothing. He didn’t pull away.

You started kissing his back, his neck. Slowly. Gently. Almost afraid.

"I’m sorry, Jake… it was a mistake. That message was for you. I swear."

You continued kissing your way down until he suddenly turned and looked at you directly. His eyes were dark, intense. There was pain. There was anger.

He gently grabbed your hair, pulling you close to his face.

"Say it to my face," he whispered. "Was it a mistake? Or are you cheating on me with him?"

You looked him straight in the eyes, without hesitation.

"It was a mistake. I swear. Ni-ki has nothing to do with it. The message was yours. It was always meant for you."

Jake swallowed hard, closed his eyes for a second. When he opened them, they were glassy—but he didn’t cry. He kissed you. Suddenly. With hunger. With desperation.

"Fuck… thank god, baby…" he murmured against your lips.

Then he climbed on top of you, kissing you hard, with a mix of desire, relief, and fear. He held your waist tight, trapped you under him like he needed to remind you you were his.

"I thought you’d chosen him," he confessed as he kissed down your neck, reaching your collarbone. "Thought I wasn’t enough anymore."

"Never. It’s you. Only you."

Jake growled, kissing down your stomach with desperate need. He spread your legs, settled between them without saying a word. Only staring into your eyes.

"Then tonight you’re going to remember. You’re going to feel it. Every fucking second."

✧ Sunghoon ----------

It was almost eleven at night. You were alone in your room, body burning, mind lost in a single thought: Sunghoon. You had been secretly seeing each other for a few months. No one in the group knew. 

And that made it all the more addictive—this feeling like you were playing with fire.

You missed his body, his cold hands on your skin, the way he looked at you when he lost control. So, caught between need and boldness, you decided to record something.

You slipped under the sheets, pulled down your underwear, and started touching yourself while thinking of him. You let the moans come out—soft, filthy—

You recorded the audio with your eyes closed, skin tingling, heart racing. And you sent it.

Only… it didn’t go to Sunghoon’s chat. It went to Heeseung’s.

You realized it a second later, when the double blue checkmarks appeared under the wrong name.

“No… no, no, no,” you muttered, pale, unlocking your phone like you could undo the inevitable.

Heeseung replied quickly. Way too quickly. First a message:

“Was this for me?”

Then… a video. Short. But explosive. He was in it, panting, shirtless, staring into the camera, whispering:

“Fuck… you don’t know what you do to me… Y/n…”

You almost dropped the phone. The world crashed down on you. Heeseung thought the audio was for him. And now… he was playing along.

You locked your phone, covered your face with your hands, totally frozen. You’d screwed up. Badly.

And the worst part hadn’t even happened yet.

Because Heeseung… told Sunghoon.

Everything. In detail.

He was so excited, so convinced the audio was meant for him, that he showed it without thinking.

Sunghoon didn’t say much. Just enough.

“It was meant for me,” he muttered, jaw tight.

“What? What do you mean—” “You heard me.”

And he left. His face completely twisted by jealousy.

An hour later, he was at your door. He knocked hard. Walked in without saying much. His eyes were burning. He shut the door, looked you up and down, and spoke with a calm so fake it was frightening.

“Did you send it to the wrong chat? Or are you going to tell me you were trying to turn on my best friend?”

“Sunghoon, no! It was a mistake. A stupid mistake. It was for you. I swear…”

But he wasn’t in the mood for speeches. He pushed you against the wall, one hand firm on your waist, the other around your neck—not tight, but enough to make clear who was in control.

“For me? Then prove it.”

He kissed you with fury, with a mix of desire and rage that stole your breath. Lifted you up in his arms, carried you to the bed like you weren’t allowed to walk. Tore your clothes off in one swift move—fast, careless, like he needed to reassert that your body was his.

He climbed on top of you, not letting you escape his gaze.

“Say my name. Like in the audio. But loud this time.”

And you did. Again and again. Screaming.

His thrusts were deep, fast, intense. There was no room for tenderness. It was all skin, moans, fingernails digging in, and teeth on your neck. His hands gripped your hips tightly, forcing you to take every inch.

And in the middle of it all, without slowing down for even a second, he grabbed his phone, unlocked it, and recorded an audio.

“Listen to this, Heeseung,” he whispered into the mic, voice low and hoarse. “That’s how she moans my name.”

He let it record everything. Your moans. The sound of bodies slamming together. Your desperate voice crying out his name like a prayer.

He sent the audio without hesitation. Then dropped the phone to the floor and kissed you again—hard, with tongue, with jealousy.

“You’re mine. Only mine. And if anyone dares think otherwise again, I’ll fuck you even harder. You hear me?”

And it wasn’t a threat. It was a promise.

That night, the world stayed outside your room. There was only Sunghoon—his body, his rage, and that fierce need to make sure no one else touched you.

And you… didn’t want anyone else to, either.

✧ Sunoo ----------

The afternoon had been normal. At least for you.

You had sent Sunoo a sexy photo a few hours ago. Not just a provocative selfie, but one you had taken with clear intention: naked body, perfect angle, eyes staring straight into the camera. You wanted to drive him crazy. You wanted to play with his desire.

But something changed when he got home.

He didn’t say a word. No greeting. No smile. Not even a glance. He just walked past you with a serious face, brows furrowed, jaw clenched. Locked himself in the bedroom and didn’t come out.

“Sunoo?” you called from the living room, confused.

Silence.

You walked up to the half-open door. He was sitting on the bed, phone in hand, staring at the screen like he wanted to shatter it with his eyes.

“Is something wrong?”

Nothing. Not a turn of the head. Not even a different breath.

The anxiety started rising in your chest. You didn’t understand. You hadn’t argued. Nothing strange had happened. At least, that’s what you thought.

“Did I do something? Please, just tell me.”

Then he stood up. Slowly. Eyes dark. Cold.

“You had no idea, did you?”

“What are you talking about?”

“The photo. The fucking nude photo you sent to Jay.”

Your body tensed instantly.

“What…? No. That’s not possible. It was meant for you.”

“Well, it went to Jay. And guess who saw it on his screen before he deleted it? I did.”

You were speechless. The world crashed down on you. A wave of shame, fear, guilt—everything hit at once.

“Sunoo… I didn’t know. I swear, it wasn’t on purpose. It was for you. Only for you…”

But he laughed. Dry. Hurt.

“Of course… how convenient. What a lovely little mistake.” He turned toward you, face contorted, emotions finally spilling out. “Do you know what I felt when I saw it? When Jay showed me the notification with that stupid smile on his face?”

“Please… don’t say it like that. That’s not what happened.”

“You broke me,” he whispered. “But the worst part… is that even though it hurts, I still want you like a fool. I still love you, and that pisses me off more than the betrayal itself.”

You stepped closer, but he didn’t move. Until suddenly, he snapped.

He grabbed the back of your neck, eyes glassy, voice trembling.

He kissed you hard. Wild. Broken. His tongue forced its way into your mouth with desperation, with anger. His body slammed into yours, pushing you back against the wall. You could feel his chest rise and fall heavily, like he was on the edge of breaking down.

And then… tears.

His.

Hot. Silent. They fell onto your skin as he kissed you, as his hands moved over your body with a mix of need and bottled-up rage.

You gently pulled back, lips swollen, heart in your throat.

“Are you crying?”

Sunoo lowered his head, trembling.

“It just hurts. Hurts to love you like this. Like an idiot. Thinking I have you, when in reality… I’m not even enough for a damn photo.”

“Don’t say that.” You cupped his face in your hands. “It was a mistake. A fucking mistake. That photo was yours. Only yours. I made it thinking about you. About how you look when you want me. How you moan my name. How you tremble when you touch me.”

He looked at you, breathing hard.

“Say it again.”

“Only you, Sunoo. No one else.”

His expression shattered. Completely.

“Then prove it. Right now.”

And you did.

You led him to the bed. You knelt before him. You worshipped him. You cherished him like he was the most precious thing in the world.

Your lips moved down, your tongue traced over his skin everything words couldn’t express.

And him—with fingers tangled in your hair and teary eyes—could only whisper your name over and over again like a desperate prayer.

✧ Jungwon ----------

That afternoon, you had been trying on the lingerie Jungwon had given you a few days ago. It was beautiful. You looked good, you felt confident… and you knew he would love to see you like this.

You looked at yourself in the mirror, smiled to yourself, and took a picture. It was provocative. The lighting was perfect, your expression even more so. It was exactly the kind of image Jungwon loved—intimate, yours, made just for him.

You added a little message to go with it:

“Look how what you bought me fits… do you like it?”

And without thinking too much about it, you sent it.

A bit later, you went into the bathroom, undressed, and stepped into the shower, enjoying the hot water running down your body. You closed your eyes, letting yourself relax, until you heard the bathroom door swing open.

You jumped.

“Why did you send that photo to Sunoo?” came Jungwon’s deep voice.

You turned around in shock, heart pounding. He was standing there, completely serious, phone in hand, jaw clenched.

“What? What are you talking about?” you asked, disoriented.

“The photo. Your message. You sent it to Sunoo’s chat.” His gaze was intense—hard, hurt.

Your face turned red instantly.

“No! No… Jungwon, it wasn’t for him. I swear. It was meant for you. I sent it to the wrong chat…”

There was a moment of silence. Then, he set the phone down on the counter, his eyes never leaving you.

“A mistake, huh?” he said as he slowly took off his shirt.

Your breathing quickened.

“Jungwon…”

He unbuttoned his pants, slid them down calmly, and removed the rest of his clothes. All of it with a tense, controlled energy that made the air between you vibrate.

He opened the shower door and stepped inside without another word.

The water ran over him, soaking his hair, sliding down his shoulders. He moved toward you, gaze locked, not a single doubt in his eyes.

“Are you sure it was meant for me?” he whispered, so close you could feel his breath on your skin.

“Yes. Only for you,” you murmured, trembling.

He took your face in both hands and kissed you. Hard, intense, desperate. Like he needed to confirm you still belonged to him. His lips moved with urgency, his body pressing you gently against the shower wall.

“Don’t ever make that mistake again,” he whispered between kisses, as his hands slid slowly down your waist, your back, your soaked skin. “Because if anyone else sees you like this…”

His mouth moved down to your neck, stealing your breath, as steam filled the room and his body pressed to yours with a mix of need, jealousy, and desire.

“Only I get to see you like this. Only me.”

✧ Ni-ki ----------

You were in Ni-ki’s room, at the group’s house. He was somewhere else in the building, helping one of the guys with something, and you decided to wait for him… but not just any way.

You put on the lingerie you knew drove him crazy—the black lace one he had picked out with you. You looked at yourself in the mirror, struck a provocative pose, and snapped the perfect photo. You added a clear message:

“I’m waiting for you in your bed… I want you to make me yours tonight.”

You smiled as you sent it. You knew he’d get the message instantly and come find you with that intense look that made you melt.

But your blood ran cold when you saw the reply notification.

It was Jungwon.

“Wow… you look really pretty. But I think you sent this to the wrong person 😅”

Your heart dropped to the floor. You had sent it to the wrong chat. Jungwon had seen it. All of it.

You covered your face with your hands, not knowing whether to laugh in embarrassment or scream in frustration. You tried to explain, sent a quick message—but there was no way to undo what had already been seen.

Minutes later, Ni-ki opened the door.

Slowly. Seriously.

He looked at you with dark eyes, without saying a word. Closed the door behind him firmly as you sat up nervously on the bed.

“Ni-ki…?”

“You sent that to Jungwon?” he asked, voice tense, calm but tight. “He saw you like that?”

“No! It was for you, really. I messed up… I nearly died when I saw it. It was a mistake.”

But he said nothing.

He pulled off his jacket in one swift move. Then his shirt. His breathing was heavy. He looked at you like he was holding back something wild, something ready to break loose.

He came toward you, gripped your face firmly.

“A mistake, huh?” he whispered, bringing his lips close to yours. “Then I’m going to make sure you only moan my name… and Jungwon better hear it.”

He kissed you hard. His body pushed you back onto the bed, eyes locked on yours. His hands moved over your skin with restrained rage, with desire, with total possession. His lips traveled down your neck, leaving marks that burned.

“Spread your legs. I’m going to make sure you never even think about looking at anyone else again.”

And he did. Hard, with passion, with jealousy. Every movement carried one purpose—to leave you breathless and make sure no one else could touch you, not even in your thoughts.

And when you cried out his name, gasping, he smiled against your skin and whispered proudly:

“That’s what I like to hear… let everyone hear it.”

✦A/n: Hii, I really hope you liked it. ILYSM. MWAH!

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[planet-dusk]

cw ; oral, degradation, sexting ig?, dirty talk abt threesomes and exhibitionism, name calling: slut, pet names: angel ( 639 w. )

minors dni. for mature audiences only !

strands of minho's dark hair stand up straight from your relentless tugging, your hands now clenching restless around the edge of the kitchen counter.

"please, minho — " you moan at another sharp suck of his lips around your clit, his cheeks dusted pink with arousal. "we have to stop. what if jisung walks in?"

"idontfuckingcare."

he cants your hips to bury his face deeper between your legs and you notice he's got a smidge of pudding on his cheek. the rest of the dessert sits next to you, long discarded in favor of something tastier.

"b-but i do," you counter weakly.

"is that so?" minho finally sits back on his haunches and locks eyes with you. there's a mischievous glint to his eyes. it makes your blood sing with arousal and anticipation.

"because i know you care. i think you'd like for him to walk in on us."

your eyes widen in shock, the sudden heat rising to your face feeling like it'll burn the skin right off. you open your mouth to protest but minho's faster —

"don't lie to me, angel," he chuckles. "i can see the way your pussy clenches."

if you thought your face couldn't get any hotter than this, you were wrong.

minho rises to his feet, the sweet siren call of your pussy momentarily forgotten now he's hooked his claws into this little secret of yours.

he wasn't supposed to know. how did he…?

"you want him to watch, don't you? want him to see how well i fuck you." minho's lips are so close they're almost touching the shell of your ear, his thumbs rubbing soothing circles into your thighs. "you want to see how desperate he'd get when watching you stretch around my cock like the good slut you are."

your breath hitches in your throat and minho knows he's got you. hook, line and sinker.

"and you're just as desperate to give him a good show, aren't you? come on, open your pretty mouth."

you oblige without thought and minho pushes two fingers in deep, pressing down on your tongue and making you gag around them. he holds them there for a moment to watch your struggle before bending in close again. his breath tickles against your skin and you shiver.

"bet you'd let him fuck this tight cunt. he wouldn't even have to beg for it."

although his fingers slide in with ease the stretch still surprises you, the mild sting bleeding into a dull pleasure at the curl of his digits.

minho whistles. "you're this soaking wet just from thinking about fucking my best friend?"

you're too embarassed to look him in the eye, but whimper nonetheless when he pulls his hand away and sucks his fingers clean. it leaves you feeling aching and empty.

"what… what are you doing?"

minho retrieves his phone from his back pocket and waves it in front of you.

"i'm sending a voice message."

you swallow your reply as he presses the recording button on the screen.

"hey jisung-ah, you want some dessert? i have leftovers."

"minho!" you slap his arm and he chuckles, holding the phone out of reach. it only takes a few seconds for it to ding. your chest tightens in anticipation when he opens the chat, revealing jisung's text.

is this a threat? did i buy the wrong pudding?

minho smiles and leans in, brushing his soft lips against yours in a tender kiss. you blink up at him, puzzled by the sudden gesture. then his fingers pinch your clit. a jolt of pleasure shoots up your spine and a loud, whimpering moan tumbles from your lips.

minho's grin widens and he presses send. then he pushes the recording button again, the fingers of his free hand slipping down and sinking home with practiced ease.

who said anything about pudding?

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[gojodickbig]

Texts with boyfie Satoru. Pt2.

divider from @uzmacchiato !!

conts: fluff, crack. pt1.

guys i miss my bbg:/ (some chats are memes i found on pinterest that reminded me of him:p)

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI!!

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[chevxyn]

UNEXPECTED GREETINGS.

his ex (you) texting him a 'good night' ( his pov )

/w sae, rin, isagi, karasu, otoya, kunigami, chigiri, kaiser, loki. ( gn! reader, separated )

mature language, chatfic, exes that ended in good terms, secretly want each other back, merged chat-tweet.

sae itoshi. rin itoshi. isagi yoichi.

karasu tabito. otoya eita. kunigami rensuke.

chigiri hyoma. michael kaiser. julian loki.

©chevxyn

“ich werde dich zurückbekommen.” -> “i’m gonna get you back.” ( translated w the translate app )

your pov (text is still the same, difference in tweets) : click here

[linoxpudding]

MASTERLIST

a/n: hello puddings, welcome to my blog 💜 I write for skz only and here's my guidelines for fic requests!

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OT8

Fake Texts:

Confessions Hyung Maknae 💘

Dad!SKZ Hyung Maknae 💘

Pranks - ◇ we need to talk. ◇ she's busy rn

◇ I wish I was single

Needy Baby 💘

"I Want A Baby" Hyung Maknae 💘

He Prioritizes His Girl BSf Hyung Maknae 💔❤️‍🩹

Gold Digger (Maknae) part one part two 💔❤️‍🩹

Misunderstanding Hyung Maknae 💔

Dating The Boss' Kid 🩵

He Hides His Idol Status Hyung Maknae 💔

Drunken Confession part one part two 💘🩵

Wearing His Hoodie 💘🩵

Something Borrowed 💘🩵

Late Night Texts 💘🩵

Wrong Chat 💘🩵

Fics:

First Kisses 💘

Falling For You 💘

Inches In Between Us ❤️‍🩹💘

Bang Chan

Fake Texts:

Gold Digger part 1 ● part 2 💔❤️‍🩹

Possessive Much? 💔❤️‍🩹

Mixed Signals 💔❤️‍🩹

Not Enough 💔

Fics:

Morning Cuddles 💘

Our Little Miracle (Dad!SKZ) 💘

Love That Remained. (Dad!SKZ) 💔❤️‍🩹💘

Breaking Point 💔❤️‍🩹

Through The Grief ❤️‍🩹

Moving On 💔

Sisterhood 💘🩵

Lee Know

Fake Texts:

Tour Longings 💘❤️‍🩹

Gold Digger part 1 ● part 2 💔❤️‍🩹

Birthday Surprise (ft. the whole skz squad) ❤️‍🩹💘

Breakup part 1 ● part 2 (written) 💔❤️‍🩹

Possessive Much? 💔💘

Mixed Signals part 1 ● part 2 💔❤️‍🩹💘

Fics:

Lost In Translation part 1 ❤️‍🩹💘

Morning Cuddles 💘🩵

Not A Date (written + text) 💘🩵

Like Father, Like Son (Dad!SKZ) 💘🩵

Written In The Stars part 1 ● part 2 💔❤️‍🩹 bonus 💘

Accidental Kiss (written + text) 💘🩵

Fading Love [4 Part Series] (Dad!SKZ) 💔❤️‍🩹💘

Intern Series [5 Part Series]

The Slow Unwind 💘

Freezing Point 💘🩵

Seo Changbin

Fake Texts:

Gold digger part 1 ● part 2 💔❤️‍🩹

Fics:

Morning Cuddles (Dad!SKZ) 💘

Kitchen Chaos 💘🩵

Off Limits 💔❤️‍🩹💘

Hwang Hyunjin

Fake Texts:

Forgotten Dates 💔❤️‍🩹

Gold digger part 1 ● part 2 💔❤️‍🩹

Fics:

Morning Cuddles 💘

Midnight Wish 💘

Han Jisung

Fics:

Morning Cuddles 💘

Fashionably Jealous (written + text) ❤️‍🩹💘🩵

Second Chances (Dad!SKZ) 💔❤️‍🩹

Panic Attack (written + text) 💔❤️‍🩹

Double Trouble (Dad!SKZ) 💘🩵

Lee Felix

Fics:

Morning Cuddles 💘

Breakup (written + text) 💔

Fake Texts:

Trust Issues 💔💘

Kim Seungmin

Fics:

Morning Cuddles 💘

Matchmaking Mission (written + text) 💘🩵

No Escape (yandere, mafia au) 💔

Fake Texts:

Too Late 💔

Yang Jeongin

Fake Texts:

Insecurities part 1 • part 2 💔❤️‍🩹

Birthday Boy 💘🩵

Fics:

Morning Cuddles 💘

Spaces Between Us (written + text) 💔❤️‍🩹