#📥 mail

[anghimalaaynasapuso]

Your work is amazing, I love the way you interpret Simon’s personality and speech patterns in the prosthetic arm Simon fic.❤️

hello, anon! thank you so much for the kind words. i just wanted to take this opportunity to post this deleted part of prosthetic arm simon.

sfw. angst (?). highschool dropout simon. shame.

the prosthetic is finished.

it fits like a second skin. moves smooth, seamless, with no lag between thought and motion. it’s perfect. better than anything he could’ve gotten himself. better than the overpriced models he looked at years ago, wondering if he could stomach the debt just to feel normal again.

and for a moment, as he flexes his fingers, as he watches the metal articulate like flesh, he feels… proud. proud of you, of your work, of the precision in every detail. he turns his hand over, watching the way the joints move, the faint hum of technology so advanced he still doesn’t fully understand it.

but then— the thought creeps in, unbidden, unwelcome.

his throat tightens.

does this mean he doesn’t have an excuse to see you anymore?

his fingers still, mid-motion.

the past few months have been good. better than he expected. seeing you, talking to you, getting to know you beyond the surface-level interactions he usually keeps with people.

but now?

now there’s no more check-ups. no more adjustments. no more need for him to stop by so you can make small tweaks, run diagnostics, ensure everything’s running smoothly.

simon swallows, something cold curling in his chest. he tells himself he’s being ridiculous. that if he really wanted to see you, he could just— just call, just text, just ask.

but that’s not how he works.

he’s spent so long just coasting with people. staying at arm’s length, keeping interactions simple, necessary, easy to walk away from.

“you did good,” he says, and he means it. he just hopes you can’t hear everything else under it.

you don’t seem to notice his unease, too excited as you bounce on your heels, practically beaming.

“oh- i have news!”

he blinks. tries to steady himself. “yeah?"

“my thesis got picked to be presented at congress!”

it takes him a second. longer than it should. he hears the words, knows what they mean, but they feel far away, like his mind is still caught in the spiral from before.

but then he sees the way you’re looking at him, the pure joy on your face, and something inside him lurches

“shit,” he breathes. “that’s- that’s incredible.”

and it is. you deserve this. you deserve more than this.

so he shows up to the congress.

he doesn’t tell you he’s coming. he doesn’t even decide until the last minute, standing in front of his closet, staring at the one half-decent button-up he owns.

but then he’s there, standing outside the venue, and he brings flowers.

he’s never done that before. never even bought flowers before, really. but he stands outside the venue, fingers tight around the cheap bouquet, feeling ridiculous and out of place.

he feels out of place.

too big, too rough, too obviously not part of the sleek, academic crowd milling around in suits and dresses. he tugs at his sleeves, shifting his weight, half-ready to just leave the flowers somewhere and go before—

then he sees you. scanning the crowd, eyes searching.

and when you spot him— you light up.

like he’s supposed to be here. like he’s not just some guy who stumbled in, unsure if he even belongs in moments like these.

you rush over, practically colliding into him, and he barely has time to react before you’re grabbing the flowers, pressing your face into them, laughing breathlessly.

“you came.”

his throat works. he clears it, rubbing the back of his neck.

“’course i did,” he mutters.

you smile.

…

he knew this was a bad idea.

he knew from the moment he walked into the restaurant, stiff in his chair, palm sweating against the napkin in his lap.

knew when you slid into the seat across from him, looking bright and effortless and so at ease, still glowing from your big presentation, still beaming about the congress.

knew when he looked down at the menu and realized he didn’t recognize half the words on it.

simon’s spent years in places like this— quiet, dimly lit, the air thick with the smell of good food and low conversation. but he’s always been alone. always sat in a corner with his back to the wall, a meal in front of him and no one expecting him to talk.

but now— now there’s you.

and you’re talking, telling him about the congress, about the people you met, the questions they asked. you sound so fucking excited, like the whole world is opening up in front of you, and simon—

simon just nods.

he doesn’t know what to say. doesn’t know how to keep up.

he’s never been smart like you. never been the type to sit in lecture halls, to write papers, to stand in front of a room full of academics and present something that matters.

he barely finished school. left home at sixteen, signed his life away at eighteen, spent more years holding a gun than a pen.

he doesn’t belong in places like this. doesn’t belong next to you. you who's all bright ideas and ambition, the kind of person who builds things, who makes the world better.

simon’s just good at breaking it.

he shifts in his seat, hyper-aware of how he looks— broad shoulders hunched awkwardly, big hands clumsy against the silverware, a goddamn mutt at a dinner table.

he wonders if you notice. if you see it. if you realize you could do better.

your food arrives. you thank the waiter, pick up your fork—

and before you can even take a bite, it slips out.

“i-”

you pause, fork halfway to your mouth.

simon grips his napkin under the table, flexes his fingers, heart thudding heavy in his ribs.

he shouldn’t ask. should just let this be a nice dinner, let you go home, let you move on.

but—

“would you…” he swallows, throat dry, stomach tight.

he shouldn’t ask.

“would you want to go on a date with me?”

the words hit the table like lead.

silence.

he doesn’t breathe. doesn’t move. because fuck, he actually said it.

and now there’s nothing but the space between you, the quiet hum of conversation, the faint clink of cutlery against plates—

and you. staring at him.

he braces for rejection. tells himself it’s fine, it’s fine, it’s—

“yeah,” you say, voice light with something he can’t name. “i would.”

his stomach drops.

relief. disbelief. something dangerously close to hope.

he exhales, tension bleeding from his shoulders. nods, just once, like he’s acknowledging an order. like his hands aren’t trembling under the table.

“okay,” he mutters.

then, quieter—

“good.”

[cwpiqwon]

I miss newjeans

[tsukumocest]

IM SORRY i never do these askbox things i just had toooo. wb 15 or 16 smth wholesome to make up for the first one

LOLL I don’t mind i answered it that’s on me

15 - Do they always say 'i love you' before leaving?

yes totally. kakos more shy but if she doesn’t say it ima will be like “oh so you hate me and want me dead” so she just does it. and then ima obviously is busting out full aishiterus acting like kakos going off to war every time they’re separated

16 - Can they stay up all night just talking?

kako would get annoyed and tired of listening to ima’s rambling eventually and tell him to sleep. not like seriously annoyed just embarrassed. but ima could stay up all night talking even if kako falls asleep. he’s crazy he’s absolutely cracked he can siscon for full 24 hour shifts no vacation days just watching kako sleep saying stuff about how cute she is. she probably hears his crap in her dreams at this point

[thinkviolets]

Well, what if they say trauma response? Gusto ko malaman take mo. I had a friend back in high school who was flirting with a professor, she was the one initiating the conversation and all, proud pa sha kamo na pinapakita yung mga convos samin. Pero nagka snitch nung nagkasumbungan na she played being the victim and blamed the professor. 16 siya and nasa tamang pag-iisip na eh. We all know who started, she even put a condom on our teachers bagpack.

Dinipensa niya it was all trauma, I actually believed not until she jumped on another na naman na seminarista naman na ang gap ks 6 years and she was 17. I ended things with her na, kapag sasabihan siya imamanipulate pa ako na trauma raw niya and I am victim blaming. Tangina choice mo na un.

I don't get the trauma response. Nag search ako before answering this one ah but her saying na it was trauma response wasn't really viable to be a reason na magflirt sya ng older sa kanya. I mean yeah, I do get the appeal of older sayo. Heck, I even have innocent crushes on my teachers way back elementary but the only thing I do is do better in their classes so I can get their approval and that's it. No crossing the line thing even when I reached university and still have silly crushes sa profs (I also can't make myself think about them suggestively if u get what I mean, parang friend crush ganon lang na type of crush). Her saying na it was a trauma response was her way of saving face and to throw the teacher under the bus. Hence, this is why I think real victims being 'victim blamed'. I am in no way an expert in psychology and this is truly based on what I saw and experienced in the real world. The fact na inulit nya pa was in no way a trauma response, correct me if I am wrong but the truth is may issue talaga sya especially if sya pa nag initiate. May fault rin naman ang professor kasi nasa code of ethics yan nila. During our SHS (ages 15-18) may professor kami na halata mo talagang groomer and I would always give him the stink eye kasi we are all aware of his 'favoritism' and the girls are innocent in this ah, not in anyway interacting with him suggestively. Fast forward like last year, we are all like 21 na, that professor DM our classmate then sent us the SS saying 'anlaki na nang pinagbago mo *name*' and all of us were disgusted and she never interacted na despite her legal age na. The audacity diba? So I think there's a great difference between having trauma and having issues.

So yeah that's my take. Haha I do hope u get it. Lol.

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[thelonelyarchon]

📮 RETURN TO SENDER ᯓᡣ𐭩⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪

— PAIR: !model alhaitham x !fem youtuber reader

— SYNOPSIS: you are a budding lifestyle vlogger and youtuber specializing in writing love letters. not only that, but you're also alhaitham's secret admirer! you like him but he doesn't know you. so what if one day, your friend found your love letter addresed to him and mailed it?

"though i appreciate your enthusiasm and 'profound love for me,' i regret to inform you that i cannot return those feelings," your breath hitched. "enclosed with this reply is your letter. it may be best for me to return it to you. good day."

oh no... not what you expected, eh? what now?

CONTENT WARNING/NOTES: fem reader, self-insert, reader has pre-determined storyline/background, female anatomy description, yandere-ish alhaitham, OOC characters (obv), asshole alhaitham, angst, profanities and cussing, sexual innuendos . . .

masterlist | series playlist

📮 POSTAL OFFICE ᯓᡣ𐭩

[name]'s mains official | private

alhaitham's mains official | private

💌 LETTERS SENT ᯓᡣ𐭩

📥 DROP OFF . . .

001 - letter mailed, lives ruined

002 - what letter? kaveh, what letter!?

003 - guilt & ruin

004 - rejected

005 - so... moving on

006 - first love pt. 1

007 - first love pt. 2

008 - first love pt. 3

009 - a ragnvindr

010 - relapse

011 - love vs obsession

012 - prescon

013 - three months

014 - his love letter

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🛫 IN TRANSPO . . .

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📦 DELIVERY . . .

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📬 RECEIVED . . .

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NOTE:

- contains grammatical error

- contains plot holes

- second attempt in (finishing) writing a socmed au

- may have sexual innuendos

- there's cussing and a lot of offensive name calling (usually from tighnari but its used in a humorous/lovingly way???)

- trigger warnings will be placed on each post (if necessary)

- taglist: OPEN

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[anghimalaaynasapuso]

not to be vulgar but your writing make me feral ma'am.

no lube, no protection, all night, all day, from the kitchen floor to the toilet seat, from the dining table to the bedroom, from the bathroom sink to the shower, from the front porch to the balcony, vertically, horizontally, quadratic, exponential, logarithmic, while i gasp for air, scream and see the light, missionary, cowgirl, reverse cow girl, doggy, backwards, forwards, sideways, upside down, on the floor, in the bed, on the couch, on a chair, being carried against the wall, outside, in a train, on a plane, in the car, on a motorcycle, the bed of a truck, on a trampoline, in a bounce house, in the pool, bent over, in the basement, against the window, have the most toe curling, back arching, leg shaking, dick throbbing, fist clenching, ear ringing, mouth drooling, ass clenching, nose sniffling, eye watering, eye rolling, hip thrusting, earthquaking, sheet gripping, knuckles cracking, jaw dropping, hair pulling. teeth jitterbug, mind boggling, soul snatching, overstimulating, vile, sloppy, moan inducing, heart wrenching, spine tingling, back breaking, atrocious, gushy, creamy, beastly, lip bitting, gravity defying, nail biting, sweaty, feet kicking, mind blowing, body shivering, orgasmic, bone breaking, world ending, black hole creating, universe destroying, devious, scrumptious, amazing, delightful, delectable, unbelievable, body numbing, bark worthy, can't walk, head nodding, soul evaporating, volcano erupting, sweat rolling, voice cracking, trembling, sheets soaked, hair drenched, flabbergasting, lip locking, skin peeling, eyelash removing, eye widening, pussy popping, nail scratching, back cuts, spectacular, brain cell desolving, hair ripping—

oh wow. um. thank you. also i know over half of the followers i currently have are from my simon fic and as much as i adore that british geezer, i am also pussy over heels in love with könig so the next fic is for him.

in case that disappoints anyone, i am always free for requests.

[cwpiqwon]

im not baby 👹👹👹

@soobnotfound you're just a hater 💔

[tsukumocest]

💖💜💗💋💪💭👏👑

leave your husband and join my emo band

[thinkviolets]

UY PHILIPPINES PHILIPPINES😂

Shimenet shimenet from the land of conspiracy theorists

[mosamus]

Actually I'm a little hungry. What are ya doin in here? - @twislajade

Set up the new location, make sure the staff knows what they're doin', fix any issues, and make sure everythin' workin'. C'mere, take a seat by the counter and I'll grab ya the food. Any preference? And what ta drink?

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