#this event is only for this blog for my sake 😭

[ask-shane]

heya i hope everyone’s doing well 😌

i’m gonna be doing an event on this blog for valentines day week 2/10-2/17! during this week, shane’s ‘heart level’ with you (like in-game meter) are higher than usual— meaning he’ll respond in more kind and hopefully amusing ways 😗🤍

if you’d like your ask to be answered as part of this event, please add “💌” at the end of your individual ask. e.g.) “hi shane how are you? 💌”

i’m calling it the “elevated heart event” for tagging and organization purposes. have fun!! thanks for entertaining my blog, i couldn’t do this without you

- mod dawn :-)

[otomiyaa]

1K Followers Event

Requests Closed!

Hiii! Ah this is a little embarrassing, I never thought I'd do another milestone event, but then again I also didn't expect to gain followers on this blog after losing the old one, or to continue writing in the first place.

My blog activity is literally bouncing back and forth between tickling, genshin, fortnite, honkai, anime, kdrama and other live actions, cats, capybaras, chikoritas and [insert random obscure fandom] and yet 1K of you decided to subscribe? 😭 Thank you and I'm so sorry!

Anyway, this unretired writer thought a little event wouldn't hurt for fun and nostalgia's sake, so let's gooo.

I'll only do x reader tickle drabbles for this event! Already got my own huge list of pairings I still wish to write, so for this I wanna do something different...:)

To submit a request, please send an ask with:

Lee or Ler [character name]*

Platonic / Romantic / Erotic🔞

A number of a sentence prompt from this list.

Note: All x reader drabbles I write are gender neutral by default unless requested otherwise + submitting a request doesn't guarantee it'll be written! I'll pick the ones that inspire me most :)

* Fandoms mainly included in this event:

Final Fantasy XV | Genshin Impact | Haikyuu (post timeskip) | Honkai Star Rail | Mystic Messenger | Love and Deepspace | Obey Me | Tears of Themis

* Some sample characters also included:

Carol Danvers | Gojo Satoru | Hatori Sohma | Hawks (BNHA) | Kate Bishop | Loid Forger | Loki | Nanami Kento | Rengoku | Shigure Sohma | Sukuna | Tengen Uzui | Yelena Belova

OR: (insert character/fandom) = you may always ask me if I'm willing to write a certain character that's from a fandom not on this list, but chances are 🤏^^

[scrumptiousstuffs]

Hiii I want to talk a little bit about something that bothers me about the "fanservice" FK do.

I don't believe at all that their relationship is fake, there's not a doubt in my mind they love each other dearly and while they might have to exaggerate sometimes or create moments in order to sell their ship (especially when doing promo for a new series) I don't think you can fake the comfort they feel around each other and the literal heart eyes.

But there is just one thing that bothers me so much 😭 Their manager is ALWAYS with them. Anytime there's a cute picture of them who posted it? P'Som🙄 whose job is exactly that, to sell their ship. I distinctly remember that picture of khao putting on a necklace on first backstage (I don't remember which show it was sorry), and everyone going crazy over it, how intimate!! So domestic of them! And I just couldn't stop thinking like......that's fake. It's cute I love the picture but it's clearly staged and I can almost picture them standing still in the position so that she could take the photo 😭 same with the pic first posted of khao before the award show in Busan, as soon as she posted the bts of that photo the intimacy of it was gone, destroyed

That's why those moments previous to them being an official ship are so precious to me, or anytime we get to see them hanging out with each other just for the sake of being with each other, like khao driving first to see his birthday project, or their little concert date recently.

Now I hope this doesn't come across as negative or hate towards P'Som, that's not my intention at all, it's just this is something I think about so much and I never see anyone mention it, and maybe I can find someone here who thinks like me? It's like this kind of fanservice has the completely opposite effect on me lol anyways love your blog!! 🥰

Firstly, a disclaimer - I won’t pretend I understand much about CP culture or even how the idol/actors/actress modus operandi works.

Secondly, we are both in agreement most of what we normally see of them are just their genuine, dorky sweet self (and I mentioned in previous asks, you can't fake the off-screen antics!). Beside, we always know when FK are doing "extra" fanservice; they break out into giggles or goosebumps straight after that.

But even with my limited knowledge of fanservice, here’s the thing about our boys - they are otherwise terrible at selling themselves on social media (for lack of better terms). If I have to give them a grade, it's a C+ (or at best, B-).

Let me see if I can explain it better. Like all the posts we see on IG? It’s all just promo of their upcoming events/series or artistic, blurry shots lovestagram (these are slowly getting better) or more recently, the deforming filters First like to use. Even their presence of TikTok? - it’s only been recently they started to post cute silly videos (which I suspect is partly helped by Joong finally pulling our boys into the 21st century). Twitter? - they come and dropped flirtatious videos/tweet (and we go wild!), but then disappears for days sometimes without posting anything 😅. Now, I personally don’t mind what they do cause our boys are kooky and offbeat (and well, I choose to follow them) 🤣.

However, when you compare to other GMMTV CPs like JoongDunk, ForceBook, PondPhuwin or our most certainly married/dating EarthMix?...FK presence on social media is a small footprint. Even EarthMix (who we can all agree are super domestic), beyond posting about their fur babies, post thirst trap pictures - we have EM in 🛀 with bubbles, we see Mix shirtless showing his 6-packs or Earth intricate back tattoos! Joong is on another level of unhinged (I'll give him A+ for his fanservice) with whatever he is posting on IG/Twitter but we love him for that…😆

So, I genuinely think, in a way, P'Som is trying to help our boys. She is their work-mom and manager. Either way, it is her job to post BTS photos of our boys during formal events/photoshoots/filming.

The 2 moments you mentioned specifically -

Khaotung putting on the necklace for First? (that's during the FK Rome fanmeet, early 2024). Fans went berserk (not only because it was a cute moment) but because during ArmShare First's bday special episode, Khaotung gifted him that necklace (among many other things) - Fans asked First why he didn't wear the necklace during his 25th bday gathering. He explained the clasp is difficult to put on his own, and he promised he will wear it next time during the fanmeet with the help of Khaotung. Thus, while it might have been "staged" in that sense, it was also a promise by FK to the fans (personally, I have a feeling the boys probably won't care if they show the moment to the fans per se. However, P'Som being a good work-mom will capitalise on it to promote our boys - cause that's her job, yeah?)

As for the Busan trip, I have no doubt it was still First who took Khaotung photo + posted it on his IG. The picture he posted is actually slightly different from the BTS shot photo we got from P'Som. Likely First took countless of photos (the boys just doing their usual thing of taking boyfriend-coded photos). It is also likely our boys never asked for the moment itself to be captured. However, Busan was a work event. And so, she was again doing her job by taking some BTS photos. If you ask me whether it was staged or not? - My answer will be Yes & No - Yes, because P'Som would have probably told the boys something on the line of "hey, I'm going to take photo of the 2 of you", where the boys may subconsciously stiffened/act up. But also No, because they were already doing the photo session themselves (am I making sense? 🤣)

Like even the “sharing a bed moment”? - that’s half stage - P’Som probably saw the boys just lounging/resting on the bed and thought - “Good moment! The fans going to love it!!” But our boys probably never really thought about sharing this kind of moment 🙂‍↕️ (while we see other CPs teasing their fans doing exactly that!)

However, moments like below? - I can't see it being stage per se. It's too candid for anything else.

But you are right - the best moments between the boys are when they are together (outside of work schedule), just enjoying each other company and then voluntarily sharing their moments with us 😉 (or when the other friends share it on behalf of them cause our boys are a pair of introvert 😩. Like even their personal trainer is better at updating what our boys are doing??? 😭)

[manor-tea-time]

Sands Of Time Finale: Withered Leaves

CW/TW: Zombie esque plant gore within the character info of the post. While there is no blood present, it is still a bit gnarly. Be careful!

As the leaves crisp into the fall, slowly fading away into the winter, a sad loneliness can be found upon the now empty treetops that they resided upon. Alas, we must wait till spring to see the blooming buds and leaves return once more upon these trees.

However, that does leave the question, dear detectives, what if we could speed up this process? What could happen if one had found a way to catch the final grains of sand within the hourglass before they were even able to drop?

Perhaps that is something that only our newest hunter, The Scavenger can enlighten us upon within the grand finale of the Sands of Time Trilogy.

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-Collab Details-

Hello! This part of the event came out a lot later than I originally planned, but later is better than never, right? Anyways, now is a good time as ever to reveal some secret collabs! :D

@thisbirch (Our lovely event artist), Emma ( @tatya-time), and ZM ( @ask-idv-astronaut) have all been helping me both behind the scenes and on their blogs to build up the previous Bloom Event! (as dubbed by Emma). Not only do I want to give them a special thanks for letting me beat up their Ocs for the general plot, but also for their overall good vibes and patience throughout the process! It was slow-moving to get everything properly finished up.

Additionally, for my fellow muns out there, remember those funny packages your muses may have gotten containing bread, flowers and a lil note? Teehehehehehehe that was lil ol me! I appreciate you guys putting up with those (especially cause they were written at like… 1 am 😭)

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-General Event Info-

This event is a continuation of both the Bloom Event and The Sands of Time event. As the situation has calmed down and both Tatya and Alden have been given time to recover, an eerie aura has taken over the manor as mysterious vines and plants have sprouted around it! The Scavenger is still determined to keep their word of a reunion. Even more so as Nerium is still hungry.

This is where you guys hop in! Depending on how you interact with The Scavenger, you guys have the opportunity to unlock 1 of 2 endings for the grand finale. One good. One Bad. So be careful and use the tools I've given you wisely!

Additional Important Info:

-The Scavenger is a temporary character. After the period of this event (about a month or two), he will be leaving the blog for an unknown amount of time. He will still most likely be referenced via other characters though.

-Delilah's Paranormal Parlor is still open alongside this event/will close with it for the sake of allowing you guys to get more clues. I'll even say that a certain "Guiding Hand" would know a bit about our new hunter friend ;3

-The style of the event's end will be similar to Pip's Night Adventure, but most likely with fewer options (but longer writing bits).

-Considering the time past between the events, I do understand many of the bits of lore may not be super easy to access for new folks seeing this. So, just for simplicities sake for finding things/catching up, most posts retaining to this event's lore should be under #Withered Leaves (SoT Finale) or #Bloom Event (depending on the blog).

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General Character Info ζຽ|◍ ゝ◍|ຽ <🌿:

─────✧･ﾟ: ✧･

𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚕

⇢ ғᴜʟʟ ɴᴀᴍᴇ: Oleander Eldrich (Jr.)

⇢ ɴɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇs: The Scavenger, Oli

⇢ ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ|ᴘʀᴏɴᴏᴜɴs: He/They

⇢ ᴀɢᴇ: 27

⇢ ᴏᴄᴄᴜᴘᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: Forest Park Manager

─────✧･ﾟ: ✧･

⇢  ʟɪᴋᴇs:

-Botany / Phytotoxicology

-Calligraphy

-Small Collections

⇢  ᴅɪsʟɪᴋᴇs:

-Large Messes

-Jingling sounds

─────✧･ﾟ: ✧･

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[euthymiya]

i missed seeing you on my dash so i had to manually go to your blog because it felt like it’s been forever— what do you mean i’ve been missing out so much??? you better believe i’m consuming all those little drabbles you’ve been cooking + everything else i’ve missed

and !!! what do you mean the first thing that greets me after forever is you downloading l&ds???? the sylus pull is too strong— WELCOME!!! i feel for you so much because same. hopefully you do enjoy the game and story (and the men) because sylus and rafayel hold a special place in my heart and it’d be fun seeing even your think-pieces about the game/them

lastly, might as well add ‘neuvi-less’ on my long list of missing characters i want (and need) because this girlie just lost yet another 50/50. hurray for c1 diluc though(???) — i say as if he isn’t still at level one because of the grudge i hold against him dating back since v3.4 when i lost xiao’s 50/50. the only time i’ll ever get to finally building him is when i get xianyun for my xiao— who, by the way, is the last character i got where i won the 50/50 back in v4.4. every wish after have all resulted to losing the 50/50 (arlecchino, kazuha, neuvillette) or running out of primos because my terrible luck always brings me to hard pity (baizhu, alhaitham, ei, xilonen)

i’m guaranteed for mavuika though, so yay! but not so yay because that c1 diluc took me 82 pulls so i barely have funds left for mavui. the most i can probably do is 15 so adding on to the rewards we’ll be receiving + events + quests i need to clear, hopefully they’ll be enough for 80 wishes (that thread of hope is very thin i tell you).

i’m sorry i went on rambling lmao. it feels like i always have so much to say— i hope you don’t mind though 😭 but if you do, please don’t hesitate to say so, i wouldn’t want to unintentionally cross any of your boundaries <//3

—ayatoless et al anon

OMG I MISSED YOU SO MUCH WELCOME BACK!!!! Omg I feel like everywhere I see sylus and rafayel are everyone’s favorites so now I’m very high in my expectations for rafayel he better impress me for his own sake. BUT SYLUS IM SO EXCITED TO MEET. I’ve been debating back and forth to play this game for weeks now just for him but kass and my little l&ds nonnie convinced me to try it out

BUT IM SO SORRY YOU LOST ON NEUVI NOOOO he’s so good 😔 but tbh I’m also so biased for mavuika that I think you should hold onto your guaranteed for her. I think you could get enough wishes in time for her by the time her banner ends!!! I also have rly bad 50/50 luck tbh I think I lost my first 5 50/50s in a row consecutively as a new player in fact so I was SUPER heartbroken LOL. In fact I think alhaitham was my first win ever so I was convinced he was my soulmate for that reason hehe

DID U SEE WRIO IS RUMORED TO RERUN IN 5.4???? I mean he’s rumored for ages and we’re always let down so I’m taking this info very lightly so my hopes don’t turn too high BUT IM STILL HOPING

But I loveeee hearing from you never ever stop telling me ur thoughts I love hearing them. IM WISHING U BETTER GACHA LUCK and may you win ur next 10 50/50s at early pity!!! Also speaking of diluc I have him c5 now and I’d really like him c6 but I hope saying this doesn’t jinx me to lose to him on mavuika. That would be so sad to get the wrong pyro claymore 😭

[theflyingfeeling]

...😵

tl;dr: I want to open fic requests for December but I'm scared 🤧

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ugh I always feel so self-conscious about talking about my fics because I feel like I'm always talking about (my) fics or (my) fic ideas, and the mean part of my brain is constantly trying to convince me that everyone is sick of that already and think I'm an attention seeker (which I swear I'm not 😭 having said that, I want to clarify that I'm not implying I think anyone who talks about their fics is an attention seeker! it's more about me expecting everyone to hate me specifically for constantly talking about mine 🤡)

in addition, I'm scared of everyone getting bored of all the Olli/Allu talk on my blog as well (apart from the lovely people who send me Olli/Allu related asks almost daily, I love you all so much 🥺💕) and that people think I'm incapable of talking about anything else (which is not the case, even if I do spend a worryingly lot of time thinking about these two nerds 😂)

oof, so now that I've gotten all that mandatory self-depracating talk out of the way: I really want to try and create an Olli/Allu prompt fic challenge for myself for December 😭

yes I knooooowwww there are already at least two fandom events for December and I could just participate in those and I'm sorry for being greedy and attention-seeky but...I kinda want to make my own 🥺 because I'd like to make it prompt-based, because I think that would be fun 🥺 a word-prompt maybe, or a situation-prompt, perhaps from a list of prompts I've compiled myself to make sure I can handle it, because I'm still traumatized by how horribly I failed with the super adorable Valentine's Day prompts last winter, because my brain just wasn't braining the way I needed it to brain 😭 for this reason I'm also considering just coming up with my own prompts, because I swear I could come up with 24 different fic ideas in one sitting with little to no problem, but on the other hand, getting requests is also super fun... 😩

also, if I was to open requests, I feel like I'd have to do more than Olli/Allu, because I understand it's not everyone's OTP (actually I don't but you do you lol (jk)), and I do want to write other pairings as well, but some pairings inspire me more than others, and recently I've felt like I've been inspired by Olli/Allu only, and maybe Joel/Joonas occasionally

another two-bladed issue is that while I feel like requests would perhaps make me more motivated to write, there's also a very likely chance they might start to feel like a chore, because when I'm not motivated, I simply can't force myself to write for the sake of fulfilling a request 🥲 that's just not how I work, no matter how much I wish I could. and I absolutely don't want to go through all the guilt and crying buckets for not fulfilling requests like I did earlier this year. I know I'm not quite as miserable now as I was then, so maybe I could bribe my brain to brain the way I need it to brain this time around, but the risk I'd be taking is just too terrifying 😭

so anyone who writes a ton of fics on request: you guys are my fucking heroes and I don't understand how you do it, can you spare a tip or two for a poor brainless fic-writer who's only able to write when the stars are in the exact right position? 🥺 and no, saying stuff like "you don't have to fulfil every request you get, that's completely alright and your readers will understand" will NOT do, because hellooooooooo of course I'll feel unnecessarily guilty about not fulfilling prompts even if there's no good reason for me to do so, don't you know me at all?! 😭😭😭😭😭 of course I know that my sweet, amazing, loving, world-deserving readers will be unreasonably understanding and not hold it against me if I did end up failing to fulfil their requests, but I'd still feel terrible about it, and there's nothing anyone could say or do about it I'm afraid 🤧

(I'd also be more than happy to collaborate with other content-creators for this but 1) there are already two fandom events for December, 2) I'm sort of only interested in writing Olli/Allu myself and making the whole challenge just about them would seem a tad circle-jerky and I'd hate to exclude anyone, and 3) not enough braincells to carry out a whole entire fandom event by myself)

so if anyone has any suggestions or ideas or tips regarding what kind of (perhaps) prompt-based fic challenge I could do without scaring myself shitless, I'd like to hear from you, totally alright if not though < feel free to ignore I promise I understand 🥺

[straycalamities]

wait wait hold on... what about prisma. i know that she brought nothing to the plot but if youre writing a new thing is prisma gonna be there. as the only prisma fan left on earth i need to see her

well being as prisma(fictional) is no longer alive i don’t think she’ll be making a cameo in the new stuff KCJDKFKK

um while trying to be as vague as possible: what ur gonna see brought up on zombinoslayer is going to mostly be stuff filling in the gaps that got left by the story being unfinished or current events when/if anything deals with camp entre or it’s aftermath or something related to that

but also…it’s like i don’t wanna just write the whole thing again. the point of the new run is..new..content 😭

i have an entire “bible” on the original run that i handwrote after rereading the story (before swags blog died rip) but again i don’t plan on like. writing camp entre again LMAO it’s mostly for my own sake (because there’s also things i retconned from entre’s part so some things are different but y’all will see probably, if i can finagle that stuff in)

[tea-with-evan-and-me]

"Let’s see if she stops now that she knows I know who she is and she’s risking prison time - as per her state law. "

This is what gftwd said about you 😭 PRISON TIME LMAO she also calls you her "bully". You did nothing wrong and to no point bullied her. She bullied everyone else and suffered the consequences and now her fragile ego can't deal with being called out. Also isn't she the one risking prison time trying to find your personal information and trying to doxx? She really needs to log out for good, for the sake of her own mental health and for other blogs...

oh boy, an update! thank you. you're absolutely right. there she goes again with the legal threats, can she please retire this concept? 🙄 the irony is not lost on me that the day after one of her jilted discord buddies ends up in my ask box, confessing her deranged stalking/doxxing attempts and plot to “ruin my reputation”, she magically identifies me and knows who i am and where i live! okay, then go call the ''local police'' and report my nefarious deeds so i can be locked away forever.

but really.. let class begin. trust when i say this humble tumblr blogger knows a little bit on the subject of laws and prosecution 😉 now, i am aware that she’s in another country, and for my global readers, let me explain, as some folks on this app throw words around expecting us all to be naïve, fearful dummies. in the united states, cyber bullying as a criminal offense is generally most common among school age teens. this is why a lot of the language you’ll find on the web is particular to events happening or originating on school grounds between pupils, speaking to how online drama (between people who know each other in real life) can escalate to in person violence, or even suicide attempts because someone was constantly being intimidated.. or had a questionable photo or video spread, for example. it’s not, like.. calling someone on twitter a stupid twat. cyber bullying becomes a crime punishable by law when you repeatedly intimidate or threaten with physical violence, make death threats, extort/sextort, that type of thing. serious shit. the parameters for this type of conviction is incredibly stringent. no one is going to get sent to prison for posting that they disagree and hold negative feelings about another internet user, who is not being identified by their legal name. the only one threatening to bring real life identities into this scenario is gftwd. anyhow, the laws surrounding internet activity is quite literally why gftwd could get away with running what could be described as a hate blog, dedicated to spitefully critiquing the every move of a regular person (frances mairead), with no legal consequences. i am a grown woman, i’m not scared of some mentally ill teenager a million miles away who has a vendetta against me. her discord pal already told me what her goal is: she was evidently going as far as to scope out someone to manipulate images and screenshots to spread lies about me, with the intent to ruin my reputation.

even if she were able to hop online and post my name, address and a photo of my bare (amazing, glorious) tits, what is she or any one of her multiple personalities going to do with that information? send me a pipe bomb, or maybe an anthrax laced letter disguised as a nude photo of evan peters? ok girly. do that, then call the popo and tell them you’re mad at someone on the internet. i know those folks could use a laugh.

[escha-ashengrotto]

My Name

Azul Ashengrotto x GN!Reader

Summary: Someone covers your eyes and makes you guess who he is. Of course, you already knew the answer but you still played along, deciding to tease him.

Notes: Suggestive themes in the end. Established relationship. Azul calls you sweetheart.

A/N: Some sprinkles of spice here 😳 Also, Azul is described to be great at cooking for this fic. I made this before his Master Chef event came out but even now, I'm still confused if he is good or bad or simply okay at cooking 😭 Let's just think he's good, okay? ☺️ For the sake of the plot 😂

A repost from my old blog @escha-evenstar. Edited.

"Ah!" You exclaimed in shock at having your eyes suddenly covered by someone's gloved hands.

"Guess who I am correctly and I shall reward you," he said. "If you guess wrongly," he continued as he moved his head closer to your ear, his voice becoming low as he whispered. "...I'll have to punish you."

You couldn't help but giggle at his actions. You already knew who he was the moment he made contact with you but decided to play along.

"Mmmm.. can I at least ask questions about my mysterious captor? I wouldn't want to be punished for guessing wrongly."

"Three questions. I'll let you ask three. Afterwards, you are to guess my name."

"Only three? That's kind of hard," you said while pouting.

"Then you better ask the right questions, sweetheart." He said huskily, putting emphasis on his endearment for you.

Oh my.

The way it rolled off his tongue made you feel a bit weak on the knees.

"Hmmm. Alright. For my first question, is my captor.. great at cooking?"

Azul smiled. "Yes."

"Hehe. That's interesting," you said amused. "For my second question, is my captor.. someone with a high position in his dorm?"

Of course. I am Housewarden of Octavinelle, after all.

"Yes, I am. Proud to say, in fact."

"Wow! That's really nice. I'm sure you must be an amazing person," you said, still feigning innocence.

For the third question, you decided to tease him a bit. "Last question. Is my captor.. extremely smart and attractive?"

That made Azul pause. Good thing he still has your eyes covered because otherwise you'd have seen the pinkish blush on his face.

Your words kept running in Azul's thoughts.

Smart? Definitely. But attractive? Well..

His past has made him feel insecure about his appearance. Hence, he continuously worked hard to maintain his current figure. You did say you find him to be very attractive, both in human form and in merform. He knows you're genuine with your compliments too. Still, Azul felt shy from hearing such words from you.

Does I say yes? Or maybe I should just invalidate the question?

From the silence you received, it was safe to assume you had Azul flustered. You tried to stifle your laughter. "Hehe. I'll take that as a yes. I mean, even your voice sounds attractive," you said, making him a blush some more. "I think I know who you are now, mysterious captor."

Azul tried to compose himself from your teasing, putting on a confident front once more. "Is that so? Remember, if you guess incorrectly, I'm going to have to punish you."

"Yep. I'm sure!"

"Then what's my name?"

"Someone who's really good at cooking. Someone who's great at school with an important status in his dorm. Someone who's intelligent and very much attractive. You are—"

Azul waited for your response with bated breath.

"Jamil?" You said teasingly, even though you knew he was Azul.

You were expecting a playful reaction from him. Maybe he would pinch your cheeks and pout or maybe he would tickle you at your sides. But there was none. He wasn't moving and something in the air felt different. You then realized you were in trouble. Big trouble.

"No, wait! I'm sorry. I was only kidding. I know it's you Azul!" You pleaded.

No response.

"...Azul?" You called out to him nervously.

A few seconds passed by before you heard a heavy sigh from behind.

"Such a shame. I thought you would have gotten the right answer but it seems my hope was misplaced. You poor and unfortunate soul."

He moved to cover both of your eyes with a single hand instead as the other traveled down to wrap tightly around your waist before he pulled you closer. Your back in direct contact with his chest.

"You're just asking for punishment, aren't you?" He said right next to your ear, his voice dangerously low.

"No! I was just- Aah!" You were cutoff as you felt him plant kisses from your ear down to your exposed neck, making you blush. "Azuuul~" You moaned softly.

"That's my name, sweetheart. If only you said my name."

He started to bite down and suck on your skin, leaving a dark red mark. "I could have given you a nice reward but you just had to give a wrong answer."

He continued his onslaught on your neck, leaving a trail of kisses and love bites. "But don't worry, sweetheart. You won't make that same mistake."

Azul whispered in your ear once more. You could imagine that handsome smirk as you hear the deviousness in his voice.

"I'll make sure the only word you'll be saying afterwards is my name."

Masterlist here!

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[living-undead]

I didn't really have a good way of presenting this before, but using SQOTD seems like no better way to do so, so I'll make this the way I go about this.

I'd first like to take a second to mention all the blogs that are actually the reason I even started using Simblr and getting into playing Sims heavily, modded or otherwise, due to their amazing posts, amazing edits, amazing cc and/or their captivating Simstyle. Blogs like @pralinesims @sammi-xox @nv-games and @squea I might as well refer to as the genesis point for me deciding to join Simblr to begin with; I had always had a fascination with Sims for a long time but I didn't realise the community behind it was so expansive and diverse, and I love that I was able to experience all of that thanks to them. 💜

I would also like to send some love out towards the people that welcomed me into the Sims community with such open arms. My very first EVER mutuals on Tumblr and the people who, whenever I would post or talk about something were there, reblogging, interacting, even just being kind for the sake of being kind, always having the best energy, etc. If it weren't for @miralure, my very first mutual, such a positive light in my life. @virtualfolk, an absolutely inspiring individual who was my second ever mutual, thank you so much for being such a beacon and congratulations on developing such a beautiful blog! @matchalovertrait and @ruthplaysthesims, Y'ALL ALREADY KNOW, Amy and Ruth have ALWAYS tried to include me in any events, ask games, mutual love spreading, etc. that may happen on this site and I always know that if nobody's got me they do. @nanamail, one of the most talented visual artists (and yes, I consider what you do with your posts ART) I have ever seen, someone I will always consider a friend and always think so highly about. And finally, @nigmos, one of the realest mfs on this damn website. Someone who I consider to be such amazing, kind, caring individual with so much love to give it's insane. I probably wouldn't be nearly as active as I am now. Just knowing that I have them in my corner makes my day. 💜

I would also, finally, like to acknowledge the blogs that have inspired everything about how I play Sims, blogs whose posts I always feel inclined to reblog whenever I see them on my dashboard, blogs that I don't know if I could live without because of how amazing everything they do is; blogs like @venriliz who I definitely consider a friend at this point, someone whose renders are not only awe-inspiring but also so brilliantly devised it makes me feel like every inch of it was meticulously placed. @pearlean, I don't know how else to put it that hasn't already been said. Every post they make is like a master chef getting in the kitchen, locking in and deciding to make a dish so good it looks like an episode of Food Wars. PLEASE never stop being such a creative light! @kuroashims, what can I say? I like One Piece, Elfy likes One Piece. I like Sims, Elfy likes Sims. AND GOD, ARE THOSE SIMS SO FUCKING COOL!! I don't think I'll ever get over how PERFECT they look for the characters. @circusjuney, Hi June!! 👋🏽 Don't mind me I just wanted to say that your Simstyle is a huge inspirtation to me and every post you make is so beautiful... anyways I hope you're having a good day :). And @elderwisp literally, quite simply, so graciously, so seriously... YOUR STORYTELLING IS AMAZING!! Everything about it is part of the reason I've tried to start developing compelling lore for my OCs and everything you put out is so well-thought out I wish these were books sold on shelves more than Sims tbh 😭.

Anyways, I think I've rambled on for long enough. To any and all who I have not mentioned in this post, I wish I could go on forever because you all are lights in my life but I feel like I've rambled for long enough; know that you are loved, you are appreciated and everything you do, every like I give, every reblog I do, every message I leave is genuine and I absolute appreciate all of you and everything you have done. I hope you all are having a wonderful day, and if you aren't I hope tomorrow will be the best day of your life. Take care of yourselves. 💜

Also, another more public happy birthday to @linalinsims! 💜💜💜

📩 Simblr question of the day: any other simblrs that you love?

answer in whatever way is most comfortable for you and feel free to share this SQOTD around, make sure to use the hashtag SQOTD and tag me in separate posts ~ 💛

This question was contributed by : @/missmoodring ~thank you for the SQOTD contribution~ (This is question 7 out of 10 that they have contributed :))

[tears0fsatan]

Congrats on 350 followers!! Can I rq for a smut one shot of bratty leona x soft dom male reader? with the prompts of “you didn’t think i’d just let you get away with all this teasing, right? “you’re lucky that you’re cute.”

𖥻 characters... leona kingscholar x m!reader

𖥻 genre... nsfw oneshot

𖥻 warnings... nsfw!! minors, ageless blogs and fem aligned will be blocked, amab third year savanaclaw!reader, soft dom!reader, bratty!leona, established relationship, reader is kinda thirsty BAHAHA, just ... pure teasing, dirty talking, very light primal play LMFAO [never in my life did i think it'd come to this], pet names such as 'your highness', 'my grace', 'my prince', hair pulling, praising, degradation, not public but mentions others can hear them, oral [giving, it's not long], handjob [I FINALLY REMEMBERED THAT THIS A WORD THAT EXISTS], scratching, edging lol

𖥻 a.n... LETS GO SOFT DOM MY SPECIALTY!!!! idc what anyone says!!!! soft dom is top tier!!!!! n thank u for participating in the event hon! this req is :chefs kiss: i luv domming those who would usually be dom HAH ALSO FOR THE SAKE OF THIS ONESHOT LETS SAY UR A THIRD YEAR N NOT A FIRST YEAR OKAY 😭

🌐 % 3V3NT H3R3 @ __★

in the midst of your fourth period, you could feel something fluffy lightly graze your leg. you paid it no mind, you already knew who the culprit was. you turned your head to stare at the student in the neighbouring seat. the second prince of sunset savanna, leona kingscholar, your boyfriend, wasn’t looking at you, rather his gaze was focused on trein who was droning on about something you could hardly recall. though, by the way the end of his lip quirked up into his usual lazy smirk, you knew that his actions were purposeful.

the tail sat unmoving wrapped around your calf, bushy end flicking every now and then, so you turned your attention back to the professor. all was fine... for a total of five minutes.

you felt his tail slowly creep up your leg, finding home resting on your thigh. you sent leona a warning glare, bouncing your leg in an attempt to throw off the tail to no avail. you could hear a faint chuckle from him, which he quickly covered up with a cough. you saw the way lucius perked his head up and looked over at the two of you, and your gaze immediately snapped down to your notebook.

you brought your right hand down to your thigh, inconspicuously attempting to push his tail off of you. it didn't help, if anything, the action made it worse as the third year wrapped around your meaty flesh instead. you exhaled through your nose, rolling your eyes in defeat, and continued to listen to the boring lecture.

well... as long as he wasn't doing anything too distracting you suppose it wouldn't hurt to let him do so as he pleased, you thought to yourself as you took down notes.

some time had passed since he made a move, and you had believed that would've been the end to his teasing. oh, how naive.

there were only ten minutes left until the bell would ring when you felt the weight wrapped around your thigh shift. your eyes snapped to leona's side profile in panicked confusion. you noticed the smirk from earlier had grown wider, the ears that sat atop of his head flicked when your gaze shifted to them.

his tail grazed your inner thigh, slowly climbing up closer to your crotch. you bit your bottom lip in an attempt to stifle the sounds of confusion from slipping past your lips. with the way his actions grew bolder, you could tell how prideful the prince was feeling.

luckily for you, the bell rang before things could progress further. you immediately stood up, the tail that had made home on your lap slid off your thigh. without uttering a word, you quietly packed your things and got ready to leave. you turned to your boyfriend who was conveniently already looking at you, an amused glint evident in his eyes.

"you're lucky you're cute." you huffed out before hurriedly shuffling away, leaving before he got the chance to respond, though you could hear his laugh from behind you.

you were able to avoid him for the last two lessons, using the time to think of ways to get back at your boyfriend. you had a few ideas in mind as to how to keep the sly lion in place.

you thanked your lucky stars upon remembering that leona had spelldrive practice today, giving you more time to organise your thoughts and prepare. your pace quickened when you remembered that leona's room had the perfect view of the stadium, elated at the thought of conjuring up a suitable punishment for your little lion.

you cheerfully greeted your fellow dorm mates while making your way to leona's room. stopping by for a few seconds to engage in mindless small talk to maintain your appearance before taking the first chance you got to run off to your boyfriend's room.

you carelessly threw your things on his floor, uncaring to where they ended up, and plopped yourself face first onto his lavish bed. you sighed in contempt, exhausted after a long day of school and your boyfriend's constant teasing on top of it.

you laid in silence for a few minutes, soaking up the comfiness that his bed offered. you were nearly lulled to sleep until you heard groans coming from the direction of the field and were reminded of why you were in the dorm leader's room in the first place.

despite feeling like you were being weighed down, you forced yourself to get up and trudge towards the large windows across the room. you leaned against the pillar, your eyes zeroing on leona who was laying down on one of the lower benches, ruggie beside him to offer some shade against the the blazing heat.

you shook your head, sigh morphing into a chuckle at the predictiveness of the captain. he always skipped warmup, only there to participate in the practice games.

only after the other members of the team finished running laps around the stadium did he get up, tying his hair up in a low ponytail that always managed to leave you awestruck at his beauty. even from afar you could see the sweat that glistened on his skin, the hot temperatures of sunset savanna living up to its reputation.

three rounds later and everyone on the court had decided to rid themselves of their shirts, leona included. you found yourself perking up with a newfound energy after seeing your shirtless boyfriend, moving from where you had made yourself comfortable resting against the stone pillar to lean on the wooden railings of the balcony. you wolf whistled to under your breath, feasting your eyes to the sight of his taut muscles.

practice didn't end until the sun had set, yet despite being out in the blistering heat for hours, they still seemed energetic. save for one lion prince, of course. he was the first one to leave the stadium, sauntering down the stairs without even a single glance behind him.

with uncouth movements, you clumsily got yourself off the ground, dusting off the dirt that clung onto your shorts. you headed inside his room, having the courtesy as to close the shutters and turn on the lights.

belatedly realising you were still in your school uniform, you shuffled towards one of the random shirts leona had laying around and brought it close to your face. if it didn't omit a scent pungent enough to take out half the dorm, then it was good enough to wear.

dressed in only his baggy shirt and your boxers, you sat idly on the edge of his bed, waiting for your lion prince to walk through the door.

leona barely flinched when his eyes landed on the intruder making himself home on his bed, "hah?" he loudly sneered from the doorway, shutting the door behind him and crossing his arms over his chest.

he stood intimidatingly in front of his door, drenched shirt thrown over his shoulder, a sheen layer of sweat blanketing his skin. "why are you wearing my shirt?" he grunted out, eyebrows raised as he eyed you up and down.

you smiled at him, though you couldn't tear your eyes away from his muscular arms to his firm pecs and the droplet of sweat that rolled down in between his tits. the lion cleared his throat and your eyes immediately snapped to his.

you unabashedly grinned up at him despite the way his lips curled up to bare his sharp teeth at you, "welcome back! you worked hard... evidently." you whispered the end of your sentence in a playful manner, well aware he could hear. you quietly muttered a 'thanks for the meal' under your breath which he chose to ignore, throwing his shirt into a basket behind him and using the nearest towel laying around to wipe off the sweat.

the prince did his best to avoid you, looking everywhere but you. he walked around the room, picking up shirts that were strewn everywhere to give them a sniff, tossing the ones that were long overdue for a wash into the basket that sat in his corner. he soon found a black tank top that he deemed was clean enough to wear.

you began to feel lonely from the lack of attention and decided that just wouldn't do.

with his back turned towards you, you wrapped your arms around his abdomen, yet the lion prince unresponsive, though his tail almost instinctively, wrapped itself around your waist. you huffed, nuzzling your face into the muscle of his back. your breath fanned over the expanse of skin, goosebumps rising at your warm breath compared to the cool night air.

he didn't say anything, but you could feel his quickening heartbeat and hear the pants that grew harsher when you kissed the base of his neck. your hands glided over his abs, feeling up the smooth and firm muscles. his muscles tensed under your wandering fingers, goosebumps arising underneath your teasing touch.

"what are you doing?" he grumbled through gritted teeth, probably in an attempt to sound menacing but with one peek over his shoulder, you could see his growing erection.

you hummed, "i don't know, what does it look like i'm doing?" your nails lightly scratched his skin, not deep enough to leave welts but enough to send a shiver down his spine. you grinned against his back, trailing kisses from the divet of his shoulder blades to the juncture where his neck with his collarbones. while doing so, one of your hands drifted lower, ghosting over his hard length.

a sharp inhale came from leona when you palmed him through his shorts, his knees nearly buckling underneath him. you quickly changed positions, turning him around and pinning him to the nearest stonewall before he could even process what was happening.

he looked at you with hooded eyes, the hushed pants that fell from his lips made his chest rise and fall rapidly. his hair tie, that had kept his hair up for the past few hours, slipped off from the movement, his brown hair cascaded down his shoulders. you took a moment to give him a once over, noticing the sweat that coated his skin had begun to cool off, leaving his skin sticky.

your eyes drifted down to his lower half, his cock, which was merely half hard earlier due to the rush of training or your actions you couldn't determine, was now fully hard. if you were to pull down his shorts, there was no doubt his length would stand proudly against his stomach.

leona let out a grunt, your eyes snapping back to his as a response. "what's this?" your free hand glided over to his erection, gently palming it through his shorts. his hips automatically bucked into your palm, though you were quick to pull away before he could get that satisfaction.

from the corner of your eye, you could see his tail flicking around, out of annoyance or anticipation you weren't too certain. he had a new glint in his eye, one you recognised for when he say you as his prey, his little play thing.

in the mess of his hair, you could just make out the flicking of his left ear and for a moment you realised that if he really wanted to take you down, he could do so easily.

and yet, here you were.

"you didn’t think i’d just let you get away with all that teasing, right?" you kept your voice light yet stern, "i let you get away with it for so long... what do you suppose i do about it, your highness?" you finished with a playful hilt in your voice, relishing in the way his tail swished from side to side at the honorific.

you felt it before you heard the deep rumble coming from his chest and you smiled, "oh, i'm sorry, did you not want to be called that, my prince?" you continued teasing, the hands trapped in your hold struggled to loosen your grip, yet you held on tightly.

you pulled the end of his top up to his lips, nudging his lips with the material, "bite down on it." your tone left no room for defiance and with little resistance, the dorm leader did as told.

guiding his legs to part, you tugged down his shorts, his boxers along with it. you cooed at his cock that sprang up immediately upon being released from its confinement. the action had leona sharply inhaling through his nose, his dick twitching from the cold air that hit his sensitive skin.

his cock was big, you'd even go as far as to say it was larger than average. it was a struggle to wrap your hand around it, but it was enough to garner a reaction from him. precum beaded on his tip even though you hadn't done anything.

while nestling yourself in between his legs, you sent him a warning look, "keep your hands to yourself or i stop everything." before wrapping your lips around his length.

"mmf!" leona's muffled cry came from above you, his hands hovering over your head before ultimately settling beside him, nails digging into his palm. you lowered yourself as far as you could, your hands wrapping around the end you couldn't reach.

you hollowed your cheeks and moved back up, sucking harshly around his tip. you kept your eyes trained on his face, observing the way his eyes had fallen shut and his eyebrows furrowing while you sucked him off.

his stomach strained, tightening his abs and making the muscles more prominent. it was clear he was restraining himself from bucking his hips up into your mouth so as a result his back arched further off the wall.

your tongue teased his slit, the precum tasting bitter on your tongue. his cock twitched a few times at your teasing and you came off his dick with a wet 'pop!'.

the prince groaned, all husky and deep, his eyes shooting open and looking at you with frustration. you had sensed he was close to cumming, which was exactly why you stopped your ministrations in the first place.

one hand immediately went to replace the loss of your mouth, pumping his cock at a steady pace. your other hand soothed over the strained muscles, his hands latching onto your arm. you wanted to swat them off, but one look at his teary eyes fizzled out that thought.

"s-stop groping, a-ah!" his raspy voice was muffled by the damp cloth caught between his teeth but you could make out whay he was saying. you chuckled but your hands didn't stop, instead they continued to glide over the expanse of skin which slowly turned into you raking your nails over the firm muscles.

you gave a single firm pump before falling back into your set pace and the black cloth fell from his lips. now only a portion of his chest was bare, though the lack of exposure was made up for with his husky whimpers and grunts.

"quiet now, you don't want the other students to hear you, do you?" realistically, you were aware that no one could hear, and if they did, they wouldn't pay any mind to it, but it was rewarding to see your boyfriend grit his teeth and squeeze his eyes shut while his hips bucked into the warmth of your hand.

"i wonder what they would think if they heard their dorm leader whining like this." you cooed, your hands alternating their pace despite the glare you received.

the lion gripped tightly onto you, his long, untrimmed nails clawing into your forearm. the sound of his hushed pants growing rougher, his head tipped back onto the stone wall as his back arched into your touch. his sharp fangs bit down hard on his bottom lip in an attempt to silence the grunts that threatened to spill over, though it proved futile when you teased his slit.

"you're doing so well, my grace." you hummed, precum dribbled from his head at the praise. you flicked your wrist at his sensitive head and kissed the corners of his lips at the groan he let out.

"you're so lewd, rutting desperately into my hand right after spelldrive practice." if looks could kill, you'd have perished long ago.

"to think, the scary, demanding captain of the spelldrive team is here, falling apart in his boyfriends arms... aren't you a naughty one?" leona growled at your words, though he cut himself off with a loud, needy whimper. his cock twitched at your words, despite the strong reaction at the degradation and you couldn't help but chuckle.

"it's a shame that this is a punishment, i love seeing the face you make when you cum... though i will admit i like seeing the face you make when i don't let you cum a teeny bit more."

the teary eyes that snapped to yours just made the urge to tease him stronger.

© 2022 TEARS0FSATAN. please don’t repost, modify or translate my works anywhere!

[jjuxii]

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN : CLOSURE

TRIGGER WARNING : bullying

Y/N groaned as she struggled with her crutches regretting that she should’ve used a wheelchair instead.

She was on her way to the locker rooms to pack up all her things as the possibility of her quitting the competition was high.

She was the only one in the locker room.. well maybe. After packing up all of her things, she turned around.. only to be trapped by Jieun.

Slap!

A very harsh stinging pain landed on Y/N’s cheek. “As expected I knew you would be even more annoying” Jieun grabbed Y/N’s hair, “I thought you would get out of my way, my relationship”.

“What do you mean Jieun? I stopped talking to him for the sake of your relationship. He doesn’t even know your true colors”

Out of offense, Jieun kicked Y/N’s ankle causing her to lose balance and fall to the ground. “But which side will he pick?” Jieun smiled and walked away.

Y/N then hissed when she tried to move her ankle, it turned purple after Jieun’s harsh kick. The pain felt unbearable for her emotionally and physically.

Little did Jieun and Y/N know, a student filmed the whole incident.

masterlist | chapter nineteen

being able to have the opportunity to be one of the exchange students in arcadia academy especially at this year’s annual sports event and districts has it’s great perks and benefits for y/n until she spilt coffee on the soccer captain’s new soccer shoes.

ah some angst🦭 ALSO can you reply to this blog. I wanted to to convince my very religious parents to let me go to the TXT concert 😭

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[flamingo-writes]

Ch. 3: The Journey's a Blur [TASM!Peter Parker x Reader]

Keep You On My Side, Chapter 3: The Journey's a Blur

Andrew Garfield!Peter Parker x [Female] Reader

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A/N: I am reposting this bcs for whatever reason it wasn't showing in the tags 😭😭(I've been working hard on this fanfic for it to not show on the tags ok? 😩) The original character's name is John Jonah Jameson, I renamed him Jonathan for Parallel Universe sake. Many other characters however, keep their original name like Ned, Aaron and Miles.

Summary: As you try to deal with your growing crush on Peter and let things happen on their own, you find yourself asking Aaron Davis for a favor. Peter on the other hand, has been frequenting your workplace for various reasons, as he realizes how much he misses having someone there for him. After a blog entry in MJ's website, Peter remembers what he'd been trying to do in the first place since returning from that odd multiverse event and tries to contact MJ the way he knows best.

Warnings: None.

Word Count: 5.6K

As it was your usual routine, you waited for Andy and Kylie to finish their shifts and helped them close The Coffee Pot to later head to your apartment. Talking back and forth, you walked a couple of streets to the south. Andy was talking about some guy he’d met last week at a party, and how he was planning on seeing him soon. Not that you didn’t care about Andy’s life, but you were still trying to go over the current writing slump you were dealing with. For both your novel and MJ’s blog. Something in your mind simply refused to make words sound nice and professional.

Perhaps it was the conversation you’d had with Peter Parker, as you were still panicking on the matter. After Peter left, you whined about it to Andy. And Kylie overheard the situation from the kitchen. As you’d thought asking Miles’s uncle Aaron for help, Kylie suggested having Aaron himself teach Peter directly how to free lance instead of you.

As you reached your apartment, on the top of a small building, on the 8th floor, you walked into a rather loud apartment. As you usually arrived to a dark and silent apartment, sometimes Miles would already be home, already in his room. But this was one of those rare occasions in which he was out of his room and had his music playing on the small amp Andy owned.

The apartment used to belong to Miles’s grandparents, and after turning 18, his father and uncle Aaron decided to give it to Miles. Miles grabbed a handful of close friends and brought them to live with him. You still had to pay rent, but, to be frank, Miles could be asking for a lot more money than he actually did. Not the fanciest apartment, but it had everything you needed. One and a half bathrooms, and the entire thing was one big and wide room, except for the DIY walls you’d built yourselves to divide the rooms. The kitchen was in a corner, while the rest of the apartment was full of all sorts of trails that screamed frustrated artist. Your desk with a printer, and a bookcase stacked with books and prints. Miles’s spray paint cans, buckets, brushes of all sizes and shapes, and canvases. Another smaller desk with all of his sketches chaotically scattered. And another wide space with a mirror, more stacks of books and printed scripts, where Kylie would rehearse for auditions, or where Andy would practice choreographies.

The apartment wasn’t named The Gallery for nothing. Every single one of the people living there was a form of a frustrated artist. And within the walls of The Gallery, you were all free to express your artistic selves. Aside from Lauen, the only people who knew about MJ were your roommates and Aaron, since he helped you start your freelancing career.

Speaking of Aaron Davis, you thought it was too suspicious of a coincidence that he was there by the time you arrived. He was having a beer in the living room with Miles as they both laughed and chatted, music in the background and barely any lights lit as they were sitting in front of the picture window. Perhaps not the best sight, but it was still a good sight to have.

“Oh, look, Daddy Aaron is here” Andy said with his thick English accent showing, as he walked to his room, throwing his backpack inside.

Aaron heard his name and turned around, waving his hand as you left your things by the door and sprinted towards the couch. You sat on the couch and dramatically hugged him as you whined.

“Aaron!” You cried, making him chuckle, accustomed to your antiques as he'd pretty much seen you grow just like he'd seen Miles.

“Hey, what’s up, kiddo? Yo, what's wrong?” He asked, knowing something was up, although nothing really bad, since you wouldn't be reacting this way.

“Everything! I was going to text you, but you’re here” You said breaking the hug.

“I’m one step ahead, Loon. What’s up?” He said laying back on the backrest as he clicked his tongue and waved at Kylie and Andy as they both got to the living room, sitting on the couch next to where you were.

“I need a huge favor” You began.

“Sure thing, you’re like family, you know that” He reassured you.

“Can you help teach a friend how to do freelance?” You spat nervously as you could kinda imagine what he was going to reply to you.

Aaron looked at you and raised an eyebrow as he chuckled softly.

“You serious?” He said with his smirk leaning towards one side of his face, however, it soon went away as your stare remained worried and straight. “Don’t you know how to do that yourself?”

“Yes, but if I do it, he’s gonna find out I’m MJ” You whined as Andy and Kylie chuckled, their amusement permeating to Aaron as he rested a hand on your shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze.

“Oh come on, just from teaching him how to do freelance?” He chimed.

“He’s smart” You added as Miles started choking on his canned soda.

“Yo, wait,” He spat as he left his can on the coffee table and leaned over, resting his hands on his knees “You talkin’ about the Identity Hound you told me about a few days ago?” Miles asked, confused as he quickly put two and two together, not at all surprised by how fast Miles did the maths.

“Yeah” You croaked and looked away from Miles.

“Dude, what the hell?” Miles scoffed and rolled his eyes.

“Listen, he’s…some guy who went to school with me, but as of lately we’ve been talking a lot…” You tried defending yourself but found yourself nervously stuttering your words as all 20 thoughts in your head tried to come out at once.

“You gave him your number yesterday” Kylie sang as you gave her a death glare, Aaron exploding in laughter as you heard Miles gasping dramatically.

Kylie was “distracted” by her nails as Andy chuckled softly looking at you with wide accusing eyes as if thinking ‘someone is in trouble~’ and you could almost hear Andy’s cheeky voice from just his green eyes.

“This is why people call you a lunatic!” Miles stammered as he stood up from the couch and grabbed his can. “We lost her! She’s unhinged! demented! Oh god!”

“Miles, please. You don’t get it, he’s so charming” You whined and shamefully hid your face in your hands.

“Hmm, I can confirm, though” Andy intervened as he laid back on the couch. “He’s also a pretty boy,” Andy said clicking his tongue and looking at you with an approving nod as you felt your cheeks burn hotter and hotter.

“Oh, Andy said it. We know how picky he is with men” Kylie giggled as she exchanged looks with him.

“It has the Andy Arden seal of approval” Andy smirked as Miles groaned as he walked towards you, standing behind the couch as he grabbed your head with his big hands and started shaking your head.

You groaned as Miles was whining incomprehensibly, something along the lines of “Best kept secret, my ass. Those were your words, dumbass! Look at you doing this to get laid!”

“Whoa, slow down, kid. You’re tryna flirt with this guy?” Aaron said with a cheeky smirk as he knew you as if you were some sort of niece to him and sister to Miles.

“The freelance thing has nothing to do with this” You coughed as now Miles had an arm around your neck. “And, I’m not…flirting…” You whined as Miles let go of you. “When was the last time you saw me do something stupid for a guy?” You snapped at your best friend as he squinted his eyes, not having a proper reply, as you both knew you’d never do shit for a guy’s attention.

“Keep lying to yourself, sweetie” Kylie teased as she gave you a knowing look and waved her eyebrows.

“I’m letting things happen organically” You intervened “I don’t want to get too close because he is pretty observant and smart, and that’s a big nono. But this guy is currently in a difficult economical position and I suggested he try freelance” You muttered, shrugging.

“Oh, Loon. Your hero complex is showing” Aaron sighed as he gave you a gentle smile.

“I know, and it’s gotten me in a lot more trouble than I’m willing to admit…” You groaned, rubbing your hands on your face.

“Fine. I’ll do it. He replied with a laid back tone.

“God, thanks Aaron, so, so much! I owe you!” You said, hugging his arm and whining loudly.

“In exchange, put up a small announcement in your blog promoting my job. I get a lot of small jobs when you do, and I could use some extra money at the moment” He said with a smirk as you met his stare and nodded immediately.

“Yeah, sure. You know I’d do that anytime you ask me to” You affirmed.

“Oh, yeah I know. I wanted to give you the illusion of negotiation” Aaron chuckled.

Something made you feel anxious for the rest of the week, slowly dreading the time your appointment –or as your friends liked to call it, “date” – with Peter. And after what felt more like two entire weeks, finally Thursday after 5 came by. You finished your shift and agreed to meet with Peter then.

You took him to The Gallery, where Aaron was going to meet with the both of you. However, much like your roommates did, Aaron decided to play along with the teasing and took his time before making it to your apartment. As you expected Aaron to be there shortly after you two arrived, but wasn’t the case.

For the next hour and a half, perhaps two hours, you were alone in your place with Peter as you tried to maintain a conversation. Making you feel oddly self aware of the possible crush you were growing on him. You gave him a small tour for the apartment which was full of amazing trinkets, as Peter learned a few things about your roommates just by being in The Gallery.

And finally, Aaron arrived with an elegant smirk as he insisted he had ran late due to other business. You dismissed the teasing tone in his voice as the three of you sat on the table in the middle of the apartment. Usually reserved for when all your roommates decided to have dinner or when Miles was working on some big project that needed space. And there, Aaron gave Peter the same monologue he’d given you regarding free lance, how it works, tips and tricks. Aaron hinted you had a little bit of experience in the matter without revealing how much you truly had, as you confirmed and agreed to help Peter.

Peter left rather early, saying he had other things to take care of and something about going to have dinner with his aunt as he told you if you could meet some other time after your shift in the Coffee Pot.

Peter arrived earlier than you expected, as you’d finished your shift and sat at your usual table working on your novel. When you were off work, the door bell was just white noise in your head as you wrote and rewrote lines, sometimes not satisfied with how they sounded. Frustrated by how painfully slow writing as a whole was, as every so often you stopped working on your draft to make notes on unrelated things, either trying to get word vomit out of your way, or taking notes for future events. Frustrated at what seemed little to no progress.

You didn’t notice Peter walking in and ordering what he now guessed was his usual order. A latte with a blueberry muffin. As he waited for his coffee, he kept gazing at you. Interest shone through his eyes as you seemed tremendously absorbed by your work. An ever present frown as you seemed to grow frustrated. Angrily and passionately typing on your keyboard.

Andy handed Peter his coffee, clearing his throat to catch his attention as your roommate noticed how dreamy Peter looked for a second.

“Oh, sorry man…” Peter said avoiding his stare as something told him Andy had noticed he was looking at you.

“You know, it’s rude to stare…” Andy said with a cheeky grin as Peter felt a slight blush on his cheeks.

“I-I…” He laughed awkwardly. “I know…I didn’t mean to be rude and stare..I just think, it's...interesting, when artists are focused on their work” Peter stuttered.

“You’re her friend aren’t ye? The photographer…Peter?” Andy asked curiously noticing every single thing in Peter’s faces that seemed to correspond to the repressed crush you had for him. Andy grinned.

“Ye-yeah?” He said feeling stupid for raising his pitch towards the end.

“She told us she had a photographer friend. Supposed it was you. I’ve seen you a lot lately, talking to her, plus…the camera on your neck…” Andy added as he walked to the cash register as a new customer walked in.

“Oh, yeah. I carry this old thing with me everywhere…” He said softly. “Thanks, by the way. For the coffee” Peter tried changing the subject before heading to your usual table.

“Sure thing” Andy sighed before turning to the customer.

Peter slowly approached your table as you saw from your rearview a shadow, catching your attention as you looked up. Not expecting him until much later, you felt your heart skip a beat as you sat up straight.

“Peter, hi” You said as you looked at the table in front of you. “Please,” You said, gesturing to the chair.

“Thanks…I hope I’m not interrupting…” Peter said awkwardly as he sat in front of you.

“Oh god no. My brain is fried…I could use a break…” You sighed tiredly.

“Is it hard?” His chocolate eyes met yours briefly before he looked away awkwardly “Writing I mean?”

“Oh you have no idea…” You groaned. “But let’s not talk about that…Hey, I got news for you”

“What is it?”

“I texted my cousin and she says she doesn't have a photographer yet. And I told her about you. I sent her the price list you and Aaron did, and she said she’s in” You saw Peter’s cute smile spread through his face as he chuckled incredulous for a second.

“Really?” You nodded to his question.

“Yeah. She asked for a portfolio though…” You sighed frowning softly and smiling.

“Oh, yeah…I-I’ve been working on it. After Aaron told me, I’ve been looking around my computer…It’s still not done yet…” He said as he got his laptop from his backpack.

He gestured with his hand for you to come closer as his smile turned somewhat cheeky. You moved your chair to his side as he typed his password and started his computer. He opened a folder with a bunch of pictures and handed you his computer for you to check them out. As you clicked on one and then pressed the arrow key to move through the pics, you felt his stare.

He looked at you tenderly as you looked through the selection of pics he thought looked best for the portfolio. Some pictures from school events, some of the pics he’d sold Jameson for the Bogle, a few he’d taken during graduation. Some of the pics he took during Lauren’s gig last week. And then a few he’d taken of Gwen Stacy. Something in his chest still aching at the sight of her. He also noticed the weird feeling in his gut, as you were looking at Gwen’s pictures. The girl he’d been slowly growing feelings for staring at pictures of her ex –if ex was the correct term.

“These are gorgeous, Pete” You sighed as you pointed out how beautiful the composition of the blurred beautiful landscapes slightly blurred as the lens focused on Gwen.

Not sure how to reply, he simply nodded and looked at you, actively avoiding looking at his screen. He saw you stretching your hand to a small notebook you had across the table and writing down something on it before you pushed it back to where it originally was.

“...the sunset and the sea at the back look amazing…” He heard you say as his mind kept focused on you and Gwen, making him feel a rather weird mix of feelings. “These are…really great” You said as you felt slightly bad for Peter, wondering how hard must it be for Peter to look at those pictures himself.

“They’re not a lot…” Peter added.

“Why don’t you take some during the week, and the next one before I send your portfolio to my cousin?” You said, trying to help him as you saw Peter's eye spark up as an idea enlightened his mind and looked at you; his lips curving up in a cheeky grin.

“Do…Okay, don’t kill me," He said as his voice turned into a chuckle as you began wondering what was he going to say. I"I have the suspicion that you’re not going to like this but…”

“Peter…” You said in a slight threatening voice as you were beginning to get an idea as to what he was planning.

“Can I–” He stopped briefly as you immediately knew what he was about to ask you.

“No” You said, as you started to blush.

“Oh please! You said you wanted to help me, didn’t you?” His eyes becoming wide and pleading as a small pout shaped his lips, giving you a puppy like look.

“God, you really like to use my words against me, you should’ve gone to law school or something!” You groaned as you looked away, thinking of you stared to long at him, you might say yes to his proposal.

“Please!” He begged.

“Peter!” You growled embarrassed.

“I promise I’ll try to stop using your words against you if you do this for me, please!" He pleaded as his chocolate eyes were drilling holes into your head as you looked at him.

Your cheeks bright red now, as you cursed under your breath. You felt extremely embarrassed at the idea of Peter doing a photoshoot of you to help him with his portfolio.

"Okay, one condition, though" You said shyly as you saw his smile growing excited. "My friends are gonna be there too. I feel less weird if my dumbass friends are there"

"Fuck you! I heard that!" Andy said loudly from the behind the bar.

Peter chuckled softly and looked at you nodding.

"Sure. Sounds like a deal" He said, stretching his hand towards you as you shook hands, sealing the deal. Before letting go of your hand, he whispered your name, as it left a sweet taste in his mouth.

Peter didn’t really want to leave, although he felt the urge to do so as he knew he eventually had to put on the suit and do his thing. He stayed for another hour or so before leaving, not without staring into your eyes one last time, thinking to himself if he was behaving like a teenager with a crush again. He was in his late 20’s, what was going on?

His usual routine of patrolling the city and doing small things here and there kept his mind busy through the rest of the afternoon. Every now and then thinking about how he was gonna have a small photoshoot with you and your friends on the weekend. Something in him felt slightly disappointed it wasn’t going to be just you and him. But that same thought made him feel slightly less nervous about it.

After what felt like a good amount of duties and people helped and saved, he swung back to his apartment. Although before going in, he checked his phone one last time. Out of habit, mostly. In case he picked up some police signal or any news on twitter regarding things happening in Queens. He picked up his phone and unlocked it, seeing a text from Ned.

Something rather unusual, as Ned and him weren’t exactly close. Although, since the gig, Ned went to Peter to either fangirl about The Fool’s Journey and about MJ. Speaking of MJ, his attention spiked when he read the initials in Ned’s text.

‘Look at MJ’s last post! They wrote something about Jameson! He’s gonna be pissed, I tell you! Pissed pissed! D’: I don’t want to go to work tomorrow T o T’ Peter read and then clicked the link to MJ’s blog.

‘Date: 01.24.22

Genre: Essay

Title: A Letter to J.J.J.

As a freelance writer, I’m often contacted by all sorts of people, most of them blogs who wish to feature me in their feed, a couple of magazines here and there, and every so often, newspapers. The good thing about freelance is being able to decide what jobs I pick up and which ones I reject.

I rarely reject pieces of writing.

I just received an email from a certain paper who, due to my personal preferences, decided to stop working with me. And honestly, fair and completely valid. However, this email had no business insulting me and calling me things in such a childish manner. Dear Editor –you know who you are–, I encourage you to behave maturely next time to address anyone. It’s ridiculous for someone your size and fame to behave in such a way. To the general public, to the people in higher positions and popularity as yours, and most importantly, your workers.

You see, I’ve never particularly enjoyed reading your work. Clearly, we both share very different points of view on things. And yet, I took up the jobs you offered me because in a cruel world it is good that we help each other. I write for you, you offer me money in return, and through your reach and my advertisement, we give each other our fair share of time in the spotlight. Even when I don’t agree with everything you had to say, I respected that and took jobs anyways.

However, I find myself in a position in which I can decide whether I want to work with you or not. You wrote to me, and I quote: “[...] after all the favours we’ve done for you by featuring in our paper…” and let me tell you something: You weren’t doing me any favours. You commissioned, I responded, you paid. That’s not a favour, that’s a service and it’s business. Then you have the audacity to write an article about how corrupted I am, defaming my name, just because I don’t play along with your ideas. If only, by featuring my name in the headline you made my statistics rise. Thank you, I have more visits and comments on my website. And thankfully, most of them were actually pretty welcoming of what I have to say. You didn’t really do anything through your attempt to make me look bad in the public eye. This is why you don’t get to be mean to others out of pettiness, Mr Editor. Your actions will only backfire in your face.

And, speaking of being mean to others out of pettiness, you should really try and improve that little attitude of yours. Something you said in that article about me was right, I am, in fact, a “little insolent punk who tries to sound righteous” and trust me, I do try to do right by others. I raise my voice for those who can't, and express the unconformities that exist within each and everyone of us, people trying to survive on a daily basis. You call yourself a journalist, but you got lost with fame and power, you stopped listening to the people who write everyday history and focus on publishing what will bring the biggest coins to your pocket. And I am talking directly to you, Mr Editor, since I know for a fact, your employees don’t have much of a say nor an option. They most likely live paycheck to paycheck, following your orders because it’s either that or not having a job at all. While you get all the credit and are featured in the news, and receive most of the money. Your employees do the dirty work for you, and you sit at the top receiving all the money and praise. God bless Late Capitalism, and god bless the pigs sitting at the top. The view from up there must be really nice.

While I watch from the bottom, I’m glad I still have my feet on the ground. And from the ground level I’ll tell you, man sitting at the top: Get your ass out of your head, stop behaving like a little kid throwing a tantrum and learn to deal with people having different opinions to yours. Learn to listen and to be kinder to others. Otherwise, people won’t show you gratitude when you need it the most.

I got your message the first time, you didn’t have to send me multiple emails calling me things. Don't waste your time calling me pathetic names, I certainly didn’t waste mine reading more than your first email. A simple: “I do not wish to keep working with you in the future due to personal reasons and conflict of interests” would’ve been more than enough, but you decided to go the extra mile and behave like a kid. Your parents must be proud.

This will be the first and last time I shall address you publicly, and don’t even try to complain in my inbox or your paper. I will not encourage nor partake in such immature behaviour. Have a good afternoon, and weekend.

-MJ’

Peter reread it once more as he chuckled and smiled mischievously. He knew Jameson had sent multiple emails to MJ. Ned in fact had written the first email in which Jameson stated he never wanted to see any of MJ’s writing in the paper. The extra emails MJ mentioned might have been sent by Jameson himself or his assistant Angela. Either way, it didn’t come as a surprise to Peter that MJ mentioned the childish way Jameson had behaved. Peter had seen his tantrums first handed, and the man had a way to lose his temper and go flamboyant with the names and slurs.

‘He’s gonna be in a mood tomorrow,’ Peter texted back.

“Bet. Oh, man. If he asks me to send MJ another email, I’m going to cry. I had to send MJ an email from my personal account apologising for Jameson’s behaviour and telling them I didn’t mean anything of the things he made me type’ Ned replied as Peter chuckled.

“So that’s how you know Jameson is a shitty boss as well…” Peter said.

‘I’m sorry, Ned’ He replied to Ned’s text.

‘It’s fine. MJ responded telling me to not worry, and that they know it’s Jameson who’s being a jerk )’:’ Ned said shortly after.

‘At least they get it’ Peter typed as he wondered who MJ was.

He realised he hadn’t been thinking much about MJ since…well, since you two started talking more and more. It was unconscious. He finally found that click with someone. Making him feel oddly lonely, as the desire to become your friend, or perhaps more, grew within him. He was starting to fantasise about what it would be like to have someone who knew he was spiderman, someone he could trust and someone he could go to for help. Having to deal with everything on his own since Gwen died, he felt an awfully big relief when he interacted with you. And even though you’d seen him almost every day since the gig last week, and you still remained a huge mystery to him, made him think perhaps you were good at keeping secrets, and you’d be good at keeping his.

He had completely forgotten about Lauren, and how he basically wanted to learn more about MJ through Lauren, but instead, found himself gravitating towards you. Still thanks to Lauren. Man, he needed to buy Lauren lunch or something as thanks. He was still yet to send Lauren the pics of her band. He made a mental memo of sending them to her after getting home.

He looked back at his phone, checking twitter for any breaking news. However, his feed showed him first one of your tweets. Shortly after exchanging numbers, you two exchanged twitter, since you told him you avoided the other social media and stuck to twitter out of peer pressure and to read the news. Your tweet standing at the very top of his screen was a reply to someone else’s tweet and it read ‘This is an invasion to my privacy Ky!’ Followed by an angry emoji and then a crying one. He chuckled softly and opened the thread as he saw a picture posted by who he assumed was Kylie, your roommate and it was a picture of a notebook, resembling the one you had on your table earlier that day. The notebook was open and it had written in beautiful, yet slightly messy handwriting: “It's like beautiful gentle music is playing in my head when you’re close”. He smiled softly as he wondered and even fantasised about that piece of writing being about him. He didn’t have any solid proof that you had a crush on him like he did on you, but he liked to imagine you did.

His next tweet came from MJ’s account. A tweet about MJ complaining about being spammed by the subject their last post was directed at. As well as apologising to whoever tried contacting them for the weekend, as they were going to ignore their inbox and texts for the weekend since said subject was driving them insane.

He chuckled softly, feeling sorry for MJ as he knew how intense Jameson could be. He thought Ned was lucky to have written to MJ before Jameson’s tantrum spam began, as Ned had managed to hear from MJ instead of being ignored for the entire weekend.

Suddenly an idea sparked in his head. He put his phone away in his backpack and threw his backpack inside his room before heading back out.

You closed your computer, completely outraged and annoyed by the amount of spam Jonathan Jonah Jameson was sending you. Your head aching just by thinking about his bigotry and stubborn personality insisted on behaving this way, even when you’d just called him out for exactly it. For a second you regretted posting that letter to him, although at the same time, you knew you wouldn’t have been you if you hadn’t. Your moral compass always told you to speak out for those who couldn’t. And you’d done just that. Especially after what Peter had told you a few days ago, about how Jameson and his landlord often threatened him, and the email you got from a Ned Leeds apologising for the email he’d sent from the Bogle’s account. You thought Peter most likely knew Ned, and from his email, Ned sounded like a pretty good and sweet person. His email was far too polite compared to the emails Jameson was sending you, only fueled the fire and desire to publicly burn Jameson.

You received a text from Miles, as it brought your attention back to the present, making you wonder where Miles was to begin with as it was getting late.

‘Dude! Check this out!’ Miles wrote and sent a pic.

The picture was from one of the bridges in New York. At first glance it was hard to tell which one, since you always thought most of them looked pretty much the same. The bridge had written in what seemed to be thousands of strings reading ‘Who are you, MJ?’

‘Wtf is that?’ You replied.

Miles didn’t bother to actually write something back and instead sent a link to a tweet, which redirected you to a piece of news. The Robert F. Kennedy bridge, now covered in web with the legend saying ‘Who are you, MJ?’ as people nearby claimed to have seen spiderman swinging all over the bridge for a good 5 minutes writing that. You eyes widened in surprise and a bit of excitement as you thought what an odd timing.

Sure, it was no secret MJ was a Spiderman fan, but why exactly did Spiderman choose to “contact” MJ now? Peter came to your mind as you remembered he was the only photographer who could capture Spiderman. And when you mentioned it, he didn’t deny anything, in fact Peter said Spiderman didn’t mind what the Bogle had to say. Ned’s email apologising, your recent post on Jameson. You began to wonder how closely related Spiderman was to the Bogle.

You thought perhaps you were being paranoid, but you couldn’t shake the thought that it was all oddly connected and perfectly timed. But then again, it might be your writer’s mind grasping at any piece of information that might serve as inspiration.

And just like that, an idea sparked in your head. A small piece of plot you could add to your novel as you reached for your notebook and opened it. Below the line you’d written while Peter was showing you his portfolio, the line Kylie very devilishly decided to post on twitter, you drew a wavy line and started writing down your newest idea.

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