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goldenhypen · 6 months
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⋆。⠐ happy ✧。♡
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✴︎。⠐ birthday ⠐⚬⋅。
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⋅。⠐ to the kindest cutest most loving cheerful hard working greatest prettiest handsomest funniest hottest jakey sim 🦭 ⚬♡⋅。
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⎯ ⋅ ♡ ⋅ ⎯
jake, my love and admiration for you go beyond words. thank you for blessing me with so much joy and love in my life. you’re an inspiration to so many and i’m so grateful for you and incredibly proud of where you are and who you’ve become. and you deserve all the best things, or at least to have the best birthday of your life this year <3 eat well and celebrate lots my love <3 i love you and happy birthday <33
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siriusleee · 8 months
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I see your post about fic request but I'm too shy to comment on the post 🥲😭🙏🏼
I'm just gonna drop the idea of Ghost (since I like how you write him) fluff themed, perhaps kinda suggestive? 👀
Ghost and F!Character already in relationship (almost 2 years perhaps), but both are not really into physical touch, especially Ghost
But a wild idea struck the F!character wanted touch his (bare) hands out of curiosity, and of course she ask for his consent. At first he's hesitate but he wanted to make efforts making their relationship 'closer' than usual? 👁👁
I'm not a writer so I'm gonna let your handle the rest Ma'am ✨🧎🏻‍♀️
Teach me how to write plis
paring: simon riley x f!reader
"And the girls that walk downtown are like some stars that fell to earth They like the veins in my arms, the story in my hurt” — "Condemned" by Zach Bryan
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Everything with Simon Riley runs slowly. It’s never been something that’s bothered you but -
And there is always a but.
Occasionally you catch a glimpse of the skin between his gloves and the hem of his shirt. The black tattoos that swirl there, far enough away that you can’t make out what they are. You never needed to touch him to love him, but sometimes it’s all you want.
“Do you know,” you say between bites of your toast, crumbs falling onto your shirt, “that the tendon there in your wrist is something you evolved to have.”
“What?”
You run your finger up your own wrist, showing him what you’re talking about.
“It’s a thing you evolved to have. It’s to make throwing spears easier.”
“Knives too?”
“Probably.”
The conversation leaves something in the air. Some untold want you want that the two of you hesitate to speak aloud. You watch the way he pulls the sleeves of his jacket down farther to hide his skin from view. It’s fucking Puritan - the resolve he has around you and touching. You’ve never begged for his touch - any move too quick and he would disappear. Too etherial to be grasped.
But -
And there is always a fucking but.
Sometimes you’re hungry.
It’s natural - the urge to have skin to skin contact. And the two years you’ve spent in the opposite orbit of Simon, you’ve lacked anything that borders on physical touch. 
So you wait until he’s been home for a week, and there is more Simon than Ghost written into the wrinkles of his face. You try not to catch him off guard, but the way his mug falls heavily to the counter you know that you have.
“Do you not - do you not want to?” 
It’s hard to keep the nearly there hurt out of your voice. You know that if he says no, you’ll drop the entire conversation. But you want to know that whatever hunger inside you wants to explore him more is inside of him too. Simon watches you from over his black mask, hands held neatly behind his back. A parade rest while his brain tries to catch up to the entire situation.
“It’ll make you happy?”
You try very hard to keep the excitement from your voice as you answer in the affirmative. 
Simon’s fingers shake when he lets you lead him to the bedroom. His palms are burning hot through the thick material of his gloves. 
Simon lowers himself down at the edge of the bed; still gripping your hand tightly. 
You keep yourself far enough away that you aren’t crowding him, but his knees still cage yours in. 
“Are you sure Simon? If you don’t want to-”
His voice, a low rumble in his chest, cuts you off before you can give him an out.
“I already take so much from you.”
You don’t need him to ask to elaborate: he’s always thought that he’s ruined so much of your life. A real wedding. A real family. A real sense of intimacy. 
“That’s not true Simon - I have never needed more than this. And we don’t have to do this.”
Simon has always been a doer, not a speaker. So you barely breath as he pulls his gloves off, fingers bare to you. They lay loose on his thighs, tendons and veins sticking out against his pale skin. You reach your own out towards him.
Simon makes the first move, tracing his calloused fingertips across the sensitive skin on the top of your hands. His touch is so light for such a large man it causes you to shiver. At the movement, Simon pulls back, worry written in his brow.
“It’s fine Si.”
Skittish, he takes your hand again. He works to memorize the lines - the scar you got when you were 10 and you grabbed your mom’s curling iron. The whorls and curls of your fingerprints. And when he’s had his fill, he turns his hands over for you.
There is a lifetime written into his hands. You try to take it in the best you can: the warmth and roughness. The callouses that come from a trigger, and the ones that come from putting together the furniture that fills the house. You want to ask about a scar that runs from one side of his palm to the other, but you know that tonight is not the night.
And when he shivers too hard at the feeling of your thumb on a scar, you draw back - letting his hands slide out of yours. 
The moment hangs in the air around the two of you, Simon’s eyes searching your face for some hint of regret, of disgust at the feeling of his skin against yours. But he doesn’t find it; instead he’s met with a sharper hunger than you’ve felt before. 
“Are you alright?” You ask, hands still warm from his grip.
“M’fine.”
You let the hunger dangle between the two of you; a silent invitation for another evening. 
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Teach me how to write plis
the best way to learn is to use what is sometime's called mentor texts. literally find someone who's writing you like and try to emulate it. then pick someone who's writing you don't like and do the same. repeat with different forms.
you will eventually begin to develop your own voice.
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faeirtopia · 3 months
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Omg?!? You were a star volleyball captain?? THATS SO COOL !! I'm unfortunately a really unathletic person because of my chronic pain and injuries, so please know that you're so cool to me and i'm really proud! 💗💗
I read about your thoughts on the twt stans, i lurk around t*ktok and twt too- and they just seem to always repost the same clip again and again about Shohei saying his ideal type is athletic 🧎🏻‍♀️ I mean- i don't mind that, but what about your thoughts on Shohei and an unathletic person? Is it really that impossible like everyone says??
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I was! I miss it very much 🥲 had to stop due to my knee injury and endometriosis. thank you so much for the kind words and it’s completely okay you’re not an athletic person! not everyone can be. I love being lazy hehe. 🤍
so.. here’s my thing! no one knows shohei. not even me but! I’m pretty good with observing and with my observations and knowing shohei since I was a young teen I don’t see shohei saying no to a person who’s unathletic. I don’t like those rumors that people spread about him to be honest because we don’t know him! but he’s a very good man and I don’t see him just going after a person who’s athletic because not everyone is. even shohei himself has his very lazy days and he loves sleep so don’t think too much on that or worry! I think he’d definitely pick a unathletic person ☺️
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yeonjun4beagles · 2 years
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HIII CJ i'm happy i went through your cj!asks tag bc i completely forgot that i'm already your anon. 😂🤡 good luck on your finals, i hope you get high grades! 🍀 HAHAHA i'm still not over that imagine honestly, it was sooo good. 👌
okay but am i weird for being unable to stop thinking about yeonjun in his white button-up shirt? i have many indecent thoughts about that look of his fkfnf. tbh idt i'll ever get over loser lover yeonjun, he's too powerful. 🤯💀 your tags omg i feel so safe being in your blog okay, thank you for sharing your written work with us 💖 — 🧸
HI HIIII YOURE BACKKK, 🧸 ANON!! 💗
firstly, thankyou for wishing me the high grades ㅠㅠ i just hope i pass my papers atm ㅠㅠㅠㅠ
and no, you're not weird, he just look damn good in white button-ups 🥲
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I MEAN, LOOK AT HIM?!?!? YEONJUN YES YEONJUN NO? IDEK 😭
now, everybody, don't lie to me, we're all on our knees for white button-up yeonjun, aren't we? 😩 i mean, seeing him in this always makes me go fERAL and i am NOT gonna stop with just that imagine 😌 there's more coming 🧎🏻‍♀️
aAHHH loser lover jun has my heart honestly 💍 his black hair really suits him and idk if its just me but i feel relieved that the stylists let his hair rest? he's been dyeing his hair so much ㅠㅠ
and thankyou for feeling safe here :) i am trying to make this blog a safe place for myself and you guys so im really glad you're feeling this! i hope you're enjoying your stay~ 💗
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