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[masterwords]

Hi Angela

It's your favourite neighbourhood anon! I've been gone for a bit but I'm back now.

I love what you're doing with the epic sweeping romance I requested all that time ago. I must admit that I was a bit disappointed it's not following the linear route that I thought it would but having read the explanation for the change and caught up with everything I understand!

Anyway I hope you're having a wonderful holiday season and I look forward to hungrily devouring more of the words across all the stories that you give to us dedicated Hotchgan shippers 😊 ❤️❤️❤️

Heya! Happy New Year! <3

I am having a very very busy season (holidays are just the tip of the iceberg...I have kids and they are in sports and...yeahhhhh) but it's all been very good. I hope yours has been as well!

I knew it would be less than ideal to change it up, but ultimately it's the best way to keep me writing. LOL I don't do well with huge linear stories, but if I can jump around you get better quality overall. I'll link the couple of other times I've done something similar too, if you'd like to see them.

However! I posted a new story for the series, tackling a little Foyet time. And I know I kind of did an evil thing with it but I promise it all works out, just gotta wade through some trauma first.

So, here is the new addition: uncharted territory (masterlist post & moodboard coming soon)

And here is my first version of a big sweeping romance for them (if you haven't read it): Like Falling Sand. And I think it's pretty clear after reading that why I would want to switch it up and not go linear because you can tell I was rushing things toward the end and I really don't want to do that again. I stay engaged better when I can jump around.

Anyway! Hi, hello, I hope you like this new story and I hope you're doing well and thank you for all of the encouragement! Much love!

[yourneighborhoodbibliophile]

lilac and lemon!

Aw, I’m flattered. <3 I strive to be the little happy pill on everyone’s dashboards, so I’m thrilled to hear I’m successful!

[vaaaaaiolet]

Sleep-deprived Leon's upstairs neighbor works late 'cause she's a singer on a deadline, and he's having none of it. He comes up with a wild solution to the problem in a moment of desperation, and he's surprised when you actually go along with it, but anything to get a full night's sleep, right? Then he finds himself wanting a bit more than camaraderie with you in the process.

f/m, romance, fluff, does this count as crack??? popstar reader w/ a twist, ID leon is USELESS w tech + lives under a ROCK, also you manic pixie dream girl a bit too close to the sun but it's ok bc ur cute LOL

word count: 2.6k // read this chapter on ao3

a/n: req fic + belated bday gift for my lovely 🍍 anon!! as usual i got carried away and butchered it. um. NOTHING makes sense just go w the vibes i beg you </3 pt. 2 coming out asap bc this fic will not leave me alone in the best way :)

chapter one

Rule of thumb: don’t bang on the first date. 

Leon’s wrapping his pillow around his head like a pair of goddamn Beefs (or is Beets? those tacky, overpriced- oh, forget it) while his upstairs neighbor gives her bed a run for its money on a Friday night, at a blessed 9 PM no less. 

Oh yeah. Her.

Thump-thump. Thump-thump. 

R-rated suspicions aside, Leon tries hoping for the best. His new neighbor might just be an interior designer of the nocturnal sort. Sick of his previous rowdy, college kid-infested apartment building, he’d moved into this complex not too long ago thanks to a very politely-worded call to Hunnigan about open listings in quiet, senior citizen-friendly neighborhoods. Call him old, call him boring, but after a long day of running around saving humanity from the newest bioweapon to hit the market, all Leon ever wants to do these days is get a few winks of sleep. He’s pushing 30. Insomnia’s no fountain of youth, people. 

Thump, thump-thump-thump. 

New Girl upstairs seemed to have the same idea but with far more nefarious intent. She’d moved in at the same time as him, he’s sure – Leon saw a flash of her face a few days ago when she was lugging boxes of stuff into the elevator up to her floor. She’s the only sign of life from the 21st century he’s encountered since the day he came to sign his lease papers. Why? 

Because Hunnigan had fulfilled his request to a T. Leon’s new apartment building is long-term care home adjacent. 

Full of grandmas and grandpas who got about as loud as their record players, only leaving their homes to fetch the mail – telegrams by the wrinkles on some of them. It was perfect. Leon was positively thrilled when Eunice from Unit 202 very, very slowly, waved hello to him on his moving day.

THUMP-THUMP! THUMP-THUMP!

And then she happened.

Maybe he’s just a grumpy old man right where he belongs, in all his 29-and-a-half glory. But the pounding that girl is giving her bed with some frat boy right now is giving Leon the college dorm experience all over again. It takes him half an hour of tossing and turning in his sheets to throw on an old jacket, beeline to the elevator, punch the neon 3 button, and darken New Girl’s doorstep. 

His turn now. A quick knock, knock is enough for Unit 304’s door to open a crack.

“Hey, I’m from downst- oh my God, are you decent?”

And you, standing at the door in a dress that’s more sheer than his disbelief, only tilt your head to go, “Huh?” 

“Listen, I know tomorrow’s the weekend but I- shit,” his face burns, “could you keep it down, please? You guys are really loud and it’s late.”

“What are you talking about?”

“You- you and whoever you’re with, could you not do this right now?” Leon croaks. 

Your hands flail wildly in dismissal. “Oh no, that was just me jumping on my bed! Helps with my creative process,” you say, smiling weakly. “I didn’t know the floors were that thin, I’m sorry.”

Bullshit. “They are.” Leon grimaces, “And um, it’s fine if you guys are loud, just save it for when everyone’s asleep next time.”

A frown interrupts your smile. “I just said it was me. There’s no one else here, seriously.”

“So what’s with the getup?”

“The-” your eyes drift down to the near see-through of your dress and Leon gestures vaguely, as if you need more explanation to why he’s avoiding eye contact with your chest. “Oh, this?”

He nods. 

“Creative process!” you chirp brightly.

“For what, pray tell?”

Curiously, that puts the wind out of your sails. Suddenly you having trouble meeting Leon’s eyes, lashes fluttering as you look up, down, anywhere that’s not his face. 

“For school,” you finally make out, fingers wrapping around the edge of your door. “I’m a music major.”

Pianos and prancing on beds don’t exactly mix. He can’t help but squint at you. “And the jumping helps with…?”

“Getting past writer’s block!” 

Back to bubbly with the ball in your court, you go so far as to open your door a little further to explain. Leon’s cheeks blaze as he tries his damndest to keep his eyes from drifting south. 

“I read online that moving around helps with ideas, and I’m supposed to have a whole album written by the end of the week. I probably shouldn’t have procrastinated…” you trail off with a half-hearted chuckle, “so now I’m throwing everything at the wall to see what sticks, y’know?”  

He hums. “You wanna be a singer?” 

“Mhm!” Your updone hair bobs with you, reminding him a little of a bobblehead. It’s almost cute enough to make his AMs worthwhile.

“Then you better start singing somewhere else, sweetheart. The walls are just as thin as the floors.” 

And Leon immediately turns his ass around to go back to sleep.

In hindsight, it might’ve been a little mean of him to leave like that. But his bed is just so heavenly, and with the sleep deprivation he’s been racking up lately, Leon’s half sure he just dreamed that entire exchange. There’s no way a girl like you in college – in her 20s, give or take – is seriously jumping on her bed on a Friday night for a homework assignment. That too in a dress fit for the club to add to the irony. Are all creatives this weird?

He pinches the bridge of his nose as the elevator descends, pushing aside his last glimpse of the glum expression he left you with in your doorway. So much for first impressions. But hey, you didn’t really make a great one either. He’ll call it even. Maybe get you a gift basket for chivalry’s sake.

He considers all this as he slips back under his blankets, finally, at 9:45 PM.

And then he hears a creeeaaak.

“Please,” Leon groans, jamming his pillow over his ears. 

Thump…thump?

Nix the gift basket.

6:00 AM on Saturday finds Leon with his eyes wide open and glazed insomniac red.

His alarm blares as if to say, you actually thought you’d need to get woken up, didn’t you?

It’s a little patronizing. He teaches it a lesson by throwing it off his nightstand.

Sometime between 11 and 12 at night, you’d gotten bored of your bed and taken to something with wheels. An office chair is Leon’s best guess. You’d rolled across your floor all night, and the resulting clatter of plastic grating on hardwood had kept him awake until the sunrise. Hangovers were more pleasant than the night of sleep (or lack thereof) he’d just gotten, and Leon’s no wimp. He’s a man, goddamnit. A decorated government agent!

So he handles the problem at its source. Whips out his flip phone like a man, and makes a very important call.

A disgruntled female voice crackles through at the first ring. “May I remind you that this line’s only for emergencies, Leon?”

“It is! I need you to find me another apartment, Hunnigan, please,” Leon sits up, rubbing his eyes to plead his case to an unimpressed Ingrid Hunnigan. “My upstairs neighbor won’t let me sleep. The floors are thin as hell and she’s been moving around all night. It’s even worse than my last place.”

“Really? An old lady is giving you that hard of a time?” 

“She’s college age — a singer — and when she starts singing for her homework all the time, I’m really not going to get any sleep. I’m begging you, Hunnigan. Get me out of here.” 

“Strange.”

“Isn’t it?”

“Truly,” Hunnigan deadpans. “You know how hard of a time I had getting you into an apartment building only for people over 55, Leon?” 

He winces, holding the phone a little further from his ears just in case. 

“How many favors I had to cash in, strings I had to pull, all because you’re hopeless at navigating an apartment listing site, let alone anything on the Internet? Do you realize I had to do that in my personal time because your request would fall under illegal use of federal intelligence resources?”

Leon falters. “I didn’t-”

“So here’s what you’re going to do,” Hunnigan says shortly. “You are going right back to your neighbor and working out a solution like an adult.”

“But I already-”

“You’re solving this on your own, Leon. Figure something out because I know you can delegate. Got it?”

He really doesn’t. He’s only good at that outside of the US.

“Is that clear, Agent Kennedy?” Hunnigan repeats for semantic measure.

“Crystal,” Leon mopes, sapped of all hope when she ends the call with a ‘good luck’, just like back in Spain. A familiar routine.

He’s back in front of Unit 304 by 9:00 AM. 

You open your door with a half-chewed yawn, wrapped in a robe and looking deceptively angelic, that is, if it weren’t for the immediate pinch your pretty brows take on when you grace him with a decidedly sour look. 

“Up already?” Leon tries.

This time all he gets in response is a quick nod, a mouth parted in distaste. 

Forward march, Kennedy.

“You were up past midnight. I heard you, y’know, on your chair. Kinda loud.”

“I’m not annoying you on purpose,” you sigh, tucking your arms into a tight cross over the fluff of your robe. “I just really have to turn my album in on time and I’m having crazy writer’s block. They told me the people here are quiet and easygoing. I haven’t had a single noise complaint so far except for you, did you know that?” 

“That’s because everyone in this building either has hearing aids or doesn’t realize they need them yet,” Leon grits. “I don’t even know how you got in here, to be honest.”

“A sparkling letter of recommendation, thank you very much. And you?” You push up on your toes indignantly. “Are you just older than you look? ‘Cause you might need a pair of hearing aids yourself.”

Leon bites back a scoff. “Don’t need ‘em. I can hear you plain as day from below.”

Sirens are starting to blare in his head and it’s like he can feel Hunnigan glaring at him from her HQ in the sky. Aborting mission again isn’t an option. If Leon doesn’t fix things now, he’d be starting bad blood that might outlast the combined remaining lifespans of the building’s tenants. His salary could cover rent that long; his ego, not so much.

You’re about two seconds away from shutting your door in Leon’s face before he interrupts with a save pulled straight from his ass: “I’ll help you write your songs.”

So instead, you squawk, “What?”

He sticks the toe of his shoe in your doorjamb for insurance. Blurts, “I mean it. I’ll help you come up with ideas.”

“How on Earth would you do that?”

Great question. No better time than the present for the both of you to find out. 

“You said moving around helps?” Leon repeats for you to confirm with a quizzical nod, “I’ll take you anywhere you want. Anywhere in the city, you name it, I’ve got a motorcycle I’ll get you there on. It’ll be a change of scenery. Just whatever you do, enough with the gymnastics at midnight.”

It’s a desperate lifeline, a creepy one now that he’s had more than two seconds to think about it, but a lifeline nonetheless.

And to his horror, all you do is stare. 

The resulting silence feels like crystallizing amber. A clock ticks agonizingly from somewhere in your living room. Tick, tick, shit, he desponds. But thankfully, your laugh bubbles out not a moment too soon, sending a tsunami of relief down his shoulders. 

“Gymnastics, really?” you snort, covering your mouth with a well-manicured hand.

“I’m serious.” Leon shoots for a winning smile. “But I have to ask, is working late also part of your creative process?”

Your eyes crinkle maybe, but you shake your head no. 

“Then we’ll go whenever you’re free. Show you a few of my favorite spots, see if it speeds up your songwriting. Sound okay, sweetheart?” 

“How about now?” you pipe up.

Leon coughs his splutter into something more dignified. 

“You said whenever I was free! It’s a Saturday, you’re free,” you point a finger at his chest, “I’m free,” turn it back on yourself, “and I need to finish writing my album by, like, yesterday. This is perfect!” With a miniscule squeal, you disappear back into your apartment.

Leon’s left standing in your entryway wondering when his lifeline became a dynamite detonation cord.

“You haven’t even asked me my name,” he calls out to deaf ears. Cups his hands for effect because he can hear you flinging hangers onto the floor. “Don’t they teach you about stranger danger at school?” 

“I’ll find out eventually!” floats back your worrying response.

You’re an efficient dresser, Leon gives you that. A thankfully normal one too at the dress and heels you rush back up to the door with. A large pair of cat-eye sunglasses perched on the bridge of your nose makes Leon do a double take at the cloudy sky outside, but then again, maybe it’s another part of your creative process. Beyond his pay grade.

You adjust your sunnies with gusto, grin up at him when he gives you a curious look. 

“Well, go on,” you say, pulling out your phone. 

Leon blinks at the glowing rectangle.

“Number, name?” You tilt it as if you’re trying to entice a toddler. “I can’t just keep calling you Mr. Noise Complaint.”

“Aw, you’ve been telling your friends about me?” Leon chuckles at last, pulling out his flip phone and handing it to you.  

And suddenly it’s your turn to stare at a piece of foreign technology.

You take your sweet time putting in your number. It’s very entertaining, the way the tip of your tongue sticks out the tiniest bit when you make a mistake and the sound of furious keypad backspacing follows right after. Leon’s no better, setting himself on your phone as “LOEN KEENAYD”, and with his pride bordering on hubris, he has no choice but to keep it that way.

“Really small backspace key,” he fibs when you peer at the gibberish in your contacts. 

Your lip bite makes for a piss-poor job of hiding how funny it is.  

“It’s Leon, by the way. Leon Kennedy. Apartment 204.” 

You fix his name in half the time it took him to put it in. He holds his hand out for a shake, timeless enough, and you give it three businesslike pumps.

“I have to grab a spare helmet from my place, I’ll meet you down at the garage,” Leon promises.

You point at him before stepping into the elevator. “Either your idea works or I’ll have to work past midnight to get this album done and then you’ll really owe me, Leon.” 

In another life, you could’ve been a CEO. You’ve certainly got the pointer finger for it. 

Leon tips his chin in acknowledgment. “Whatever it takes to get back into your good graces, ma’am,” he grins.

That gets a cackle out of you as the elevator doors slide shut.

And he takes the stairs this time, waves good morning to Eunice in 215 on his way to pick up that helmet for you. It must be a good day, Leon thinks, sounding out your name in his phone’s contacts. Eunice even has a post- Great Depression era vinyl playing on her record player. Maybe it’s a sign to not be so glum about his situation. He’s finally fixing it, isn’t he? 

So be it. A guy can dream. In Leon’s case, he’s hoping he gets eight hours by Monday.

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[corruptcobra]

Can we have a yandere neighbor who isn't friendly to anyone in the neighborhood.. but when reader moves in that neighborhood he started to find the reader interesting..

(Also im OBSESSED with your writings)

-Anon

yandere neighbour headcanons

author’s note: anon this is an amazing idea and you are too cute <3

so let’s consider house number 206: the home of a yandere neighbour who has a reputation of being a hard-ass

they don’t interact with any residents on the street

they barely acknowledge anyone, and if they do, it’s with nothing more than a judging glance and a scowl

nobody dares knock on their door, in fear of the scornful gaze that would meet them on the other side

god forbid a package arrives for them when they’re not in - everyone refuses to take it for them

if any other residents passed them on the street, you could cut the tension with a knife

and when you move in, the residents immediately warn you about house 206, home of the nightmare neighbour

but, when they approach you a few days after you move in, they’re a completely different person

they introduce themselves with a friendly gaze, a welcoming smile, and a helping hand

nothing like the horrid picture the others’ painted

but unbeknownst to you, they’ve been eyeing you up since you stepped foot in the neighbourhood…

you caught their attention the moment you first parked up into your driveway

they usually hate new faces in the neighbourhood (and any face for that matter), but not yours

it helps that they find you very attractive

they couldn’t take their eyes off you, studying you from their living room window as you unpacked your things

they’d lose track of time, losing hours of their day just to watching you

before they knew it, you ensnared their every thought

what were you doing? where do you work? what does the inside of your house look like? are you single?

it was a sign. they had to meet you.

and they would’ve done it earlier if it weren’t for the other goddamn neighbours getting there first…

they freshened up, put on their best smile, and walked over, welcoming you to your new home

you seemed cautious at first, they weren’t sure why…

they loved listening to you talk, they could listen to your voice forever

during your conversation, they saw another neighbour about to walk up to you both

they were downright offended! how dare someone try and interrupt their precious time with you! haven’t the other neighbours had enough already?

when you weren’t looking, they flashed a glare at them, and enjoyed seeing their eyes widen before they sheepishly walked away

then you mentioned how the other neighbours warned you about them.

they saw red.

it was clear to them now - the other neighbours were trying to keep you away from them, tear you two apart before they even had a chance to say hello!

like hell they were gonna let that happen

they knew they had to work extra hard to keep you close and the rest of neighbourhood away

they won’t let you be influenced by those liars again

you two belong together, and they won’t let anyone stop them from being with you

[kairiscorner]

HELLOOO 👋👋

can you do where Miles kisses reader but reader doesn't kiss back to tease him... when Miles pulled back and reader wipes her lips..

+i really love your one shots,, they got me giggling and sht 🤭

HI ANON 🫶🫶🫶 okay, so i'm not entirely sure if i did this one right, I HOPE I DID....... also i saw your other message, AND DW ABOUT IT, IT'S OKAYYYY we all make mistakes <:DD you're welcome here any time :3

(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

just one kiss, that's all

"whaddya think, that was pretty good, no?" he asked you with a cheeky grin on his face as his mask was pulled upwards just a little bit. you weren't impressed in the slightest, or at least, that's how you wanted it to seem. you shrugged. "it was okay, morales." you said as he paced around the ceiling for a little, chuckling to himself at your apathetic response. "it's like you weren't even there and don't believe me! i'm telling you, that crook was getting nowhere near my lover." he said as he sauntered over to you as you sat down on your bed, looking up at him and raising an eyebrow, pouting your lips and keeping your arms crossed over your chest. "i can handle myself just fine, morales. you gotta worry about yourself." you said as he looked into your eyes lovingly with a lopsided grin on his face, because he knew you agreed to this little bet you two made, and miles doesn't forget rewards from his hard work so easily.

miles placed a hand on your cheek and smirked to himself as you gave no reaction, you were completely and utterly giving him silent and poker face treatment. "what's mi corazon doing now, hmm? you know, you're super cute when you smile and chuckle at my stupid stunts sometimes... but you pouting to them is much cuter." he teased you, to which you fake groaned at. "whatever, it isn't worth you getting scuffed up. even if you're spider man, you're still a boy." "correction, a man." he joked as he smiled wider at you. "the day you'll be a man is the day you get kisses from me without having to save me after i call for you." you said with a smirk up at him to match his confidence at that moment.

miles laughed a little as he neared your face. "now, come on, can't we get on with it, babe? i love you a whole lot, that's why i saved you. not just to... to feel your lips on mine, y'know..." he said as he ran a hand through your hair and got a little flustered in the face, and so did you, and you couldn't shake it off. "no. you put yourself in danger, you weren't in your suit when you saved me–" "but i saved you nonetheless, didn't i, mi amor?" he asked you with an eyebrow raise. "our bet was that you'd kiss me the minute i saved you, and it was in a minute. no rules were stated that i had to be in the suit." he said, and he had a point, but you turned away from him with an unwavering poker face. "still, i can't reward risky behavior; not even for you, morales." you said with a stern tome in your voice.

"you promised... come on, please don't leave your friendly neighborhood spider man all alone with unkissed lips..." miles whined, to which you took in a deep breath. you sighed, and looked at him, who was looking at you desperately for that reward of his that he so badly deserved. you caved, he was too cute for you to say no to.

"...fine." you said, finally giving in, as miles gasped in delight. "yes!" he exclaimed to himself softly. "okay, i promise i won't chicken out this time." he said as he cupped your face, and slowly... he kissed you, his lips were soft against yours. you held back all your urges to kiss him back, though, because even if you let him kiss you, you weren't going to fully reward him for his recklessness for a mere kiss.

as miles pulled away, he looked at you expectantly in your eyes for something, anything--any indication that you reciprocated his love, his emotions towards you. he smiled awkwardly, "love?" he called out for you. "come on now, don't be like that..." trying to fluster you, trying to flirt with you, to get you embarrassed for him, but all he was greeted with was your stoic expression, your unchanging, stoic expression.

the worst part was when you wiped his kiss off your lips, with him witnessing you doing so. you folded your arms in front of your chest again. "what?" you asked him in a slightly irritated voice when he didn't say anything after you did that. you turned to look at him, and he was on the verge of sobbing. "mi cielo... babe, what'd i do wrong? i just... i'd always save you, if this whole thing is about that, y'know... i'm sorry..." he said in a soft voice as he placed his hands on either sides of your face, his eyes going wider, sadder, and filling with tears knowing you didn't want to kiss him back. you sighed, and soon, you cracked a small smile. "i'm sorry, miles." you finally said as you placed your hands on his face now. "i can't reward stupid behavior, you know that." "but it wasn't stupid, you were in trouble. with or without the suit, as spider man or as miles morales, i'll always save you."

and that... that made you realize. that made you realize miles didn't care about the bet, about getting a kiss from you or showing off--he really wanted to save you that day because he knew you were in trouble, even if it jeopardized him and his identity as spider man. "really?" you asked him as you ran a thumb over his cheek. "really." he said, and soon, you pulled him in close to give him what he's needed all this time--the feeling of your lips against his. since miles wasn't the best teaser in the world and was easy to give in when it came to you, you felt him kiss you back, and it was an adoring, sweet sensation--the feeling of his soft lips against yours was enough to tell you that he genuinely loved you, more than any other boy had before towards you.

as he pulled away, he looked back at you, his face flustered so badly--and he smiled widely again. though his eyes looked glassy because of how he was almost about to cry at your teasing because he thought you didn't love him anymore, his anxiety was replaced with long overdue relief. "i love you, miles." you told him as he kissed your forehead. "and i love you, so... so much." he replied as he rested his forehead against yours, just feeling you near him, loving how near you are--how you're within reach of him, how he can just love you and it'd all be so right to both of you, despite the stunts he does to protect you;

because he loves you.

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[queen-of-deans-booty]

Raging Storm

Pairing: Dean Winchester x 18!Fem!Reader

Word Count: ~1.8k

Warnings: angst, being bullied, harsh insults, being called freak and worthless, someone wanting you to kill yourself, heartbreak

Request by anon: Hey can i request a one shot where the Winchester brothers and Castiel find out that before Michael and Lucifer go to hell they pregnant a woman that died giving birth to the reader (yn) that is the most powerful being in the existence and she is the first hybrid of all species, she is also the embodiment karma and the void, the princess of heaven and hell, the antichrist, Dean Winchester soulmate, the niece of angels and demons, descendant of the pagan gods and four horsemen of apocalypse, and more things and they need to find her because she is so powerful and she can destroy everything but in the end she is super innocent and shy girl???. with fluffy ending.

Summary: You've always been different than everyone else around you but you have no idea why. Things happen around you that you can't control or have no understanding of, but then Dean Winchester comes into your life promising to help make sense of it all.

Square Filled: window for @spnonewordbingo (deleted bingo)

Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

x

This is the third week this month that the sky has been cloudy and gray. It’s fitting since it matches your mood. All you want to do is get through today and go home where you feel the safest. You hate it here. You’re about to graduate but it needs to come faster. You want to get out of this hellhole and away from these hellish people.

You look up and see your school in the distance with people shuffling into the building. God, I hate everyone here. You’re not even sure how it started but you walked into school one day and everyone hated you. The internet talks about bullying and how much it can ruin a person’s life, but you never knew it could get this bad.

You’re not sure why you’re getting bullied. Sure, you’re very timid and shy but you’re one of the nicest people there is. You’re sweet and friendly to everyone, but that doesn’t seem to matter to some people.

You keep your head down even when you get to school, ignoring the stares you get from some people. The first class of the day is science, which you love, but there are three people in that class that make those fifty minutes feel like hell. You take your seat in the very back by the windows when one of the most popular girls in school comes in. She is followed by her two friends who are basically puppies looking for attention.

“Look girls, the neighborhood freak is here.”

Your heart hurts at her words. You’ve always been bullied by her ever since you could remember. You two attended the same elementary school, the same middle school and junior high, and now the same high school. She’s been tormenting you ever since she knew she gained power by her words.

Maybe she senses you’re a bit different than everyone else. You certainly feel that way. Why do you feel different than everyone here? What makes you not the same as everyone else? That’s the reason why you get bullied because you don’t fit in. You don’t dress weird, have a pimply face, or are into weird things. Stacy took one look at you one day and decided you were going to be her target for as long as you let her be in power.

You haven’t found it in yourself to take that from her.

“What, have nothing to say?” she smirks and looks at her friends. “I hear her Daddy hits her while at home. Her whole family is a bunch of freaks.”

That’s not true. Your father loves you dearly. She’s just looking to stir up some drama, and the only way it’ll get worse is if you antagonize her.

“I heard takes poor defenseless animals and cuts them up,” one of Stacy’s friends says.

“You hear that, Freak? Better not get caught or else I might sic Darren and his friends on you. You wouldn’t want to end up like those animals, now would you?”

You put your head down and drown out her words with the beat of your own heart. The cloudy sky hasn’t gone away, in fact, it has gotten much darker since you’ve arrived at school. Stacy and her friends sit down next to you and gossip loud enough for you to hear every word they say.

Freak. Useless. Ugly. Burden. Waste of space. Freak. Freak. Freak. Freak. Freak. It got so much that you let your emotions get the better of you. Tears would stream down your face if you weren't in front of a bunch of people. Your heart jumps out of your chest just as all the windows in the classroom shatter around you, causing everyone to scream and back away from it. You stay seated, unsure if you did this or if something outside had caused this.

The storm clouds roll in quicker than anyone expects, and a light rain starts falling from the sky. Some of that rain comes inside but you barely feel the water on your skin. You look around at every person who seems scared of you. Maybe she’s right. Maybe you are a useless waste of space freak.

School is shut down for the day while authorities figure out what the hell happened. The rain comes down a tad harder than before but if you can get home, you can curl up in bed and pretend the world doesn’t exist.

As you’re walking, someone bumps hard enough into you that you almost go crashing to the ground.

“What did I tell you girls? She’s a super freak. Did you see what she did to those windows? How did you do that?” Stacy asks.

“Please, I just want to go home.”

“Are you a witch? A freak and a witch. God, why don’t you just go kill yourself? The world will be better off without you in it.”

“Please, just let me go home,” you beg.

“I like it when you beg,” she smirks. “Come on, bitch, beg to me like a dog.”

You’re not sure how this happened but you thought of her getting hit by lightning and then she suddenly was. She falls back in a fit of screams while everyone else but you jump out of the way to avoid getting hit. One of her friends ends up calling 911 but you’re already running away from the scene.

The rain pours down harder and lightning strikes near you to reflect how heartbroken you are. It seems like the weather follows exactly how you feel, and right now, you just want the world to swallow you whole. You don’t bother going home in fear you’ll hurt your parents. Instead, you run to the one place you feel safe outside of your own home.

“Alright, I have storms hitting New York and New Jersey, but I don’t think it’s what we’re looking for,” Sam says as he browses his laptop.

“I got a small tornado in Louisana.”

“Anything else?” Sam asks Cas.

“No.”

“Check this out,” Dean says before the group gives up hope. He turns the laptop so that the other two men can see the page he’s on. “There is a small town in Nebraska that is having rolling blackout storms like the city has never seen before, and the windows of the local high school had been shattered without anyone or anything touching it.”

“Do you think that’s her?” Sam asks.

“Gotta be. She’d be in high school by now.”

“There’s only one way to find out.”

The trio gathers everything they can before setting out to Nebraska. They’ve been tracking you ever since you were born because you’re one of the most, if not the most, powerful beings in the universe. You’re the offspring of Lucifer AND Michael when they decided to both have sex with a human woman at the same time. They manipulated their power to create one big super sperm (as Dean likes to put it) in order to create you.

You’re the Princess of Heaven and Hell, the antichrist, and the embodiment of Karma and the Void. If Dean had to guess, you don’t know just how powerful you are, and you don’t. They have to find you before you do something bad like level an entire town because you got upset over something. Your mother died by giving birth to you and your fathers went to Hell after being imprisoned in the Cage yet again.

Your foster family took you in, adopted you, and loved you with everything they got. There’s a reason why you felt so different than everyone else. You’re not human. You’re not like anyone else. You just don’t know why because you were never told what you are or taught how to be what you are.

Sam, Dean, and Castiel try to traverse the storm when they get into town. It’s gotten a lot worse and has residents fleeing from the city to seek shelter elsewhere. No one knows where this storm came from but they are preparing for the worst. The heart of the storm is where you’re at and gets lighter the further out it goes.

They track you to an abandoned farm you often go to when you want to be alone. You found this place while taking a shortcut home and made it comfortable enough for you to spend hours there. Now, you can’t find a big of comfort anywhere here.

The trio gets out of Baby and sees you outside the barn huddled on the ground. The rain is coming down in buckets but that won’t stop the Winchesters and Castiel from talking to you.

“Maybe I should go. You know, angel to half-angel,” Castiel offers.

“No, let me,” Dean says before he can stop himself. “You two stay here.”

“What? Are you crazy?!” Sam gasps.

“Sammy, I got this.” He leaves their side and approaches you slowly and carefully. You look up and see the three strange men which causes you to scoot away from them in fear. “Y/N, you’re okay!”

“Go away! I don’t know you!”

Lightning strikes the ground where Dean is, and he jumps back before he is struck. Sam wants to join his brother’s side but he knows Dean can handle this one alone. Plus, he’ll jump in if it looks like Dean is in trouble.

“Y/N, my name is Dean Winchester. I want to explain what is happening to you.”

“I don’t even know who I am!” you sob. “Go away before I hurt you!” Dean walks closer to you but you feel a sense of warmth coming from him. You can feel that he is a safe person to talk to which is why you allow him to come closer to you. “I don’t know what’s happening to me. I feel so lost. I don’t belong here. I don’t fit in!”

“Believe me, I get it. I understand how you feel.” He kneels next to you so you can see him without the rush of rain between you two. “I know what it’s like to feel alone in a room full of people. I didn't think I belonged for a long time. Sometimes, I still feel that way.”

“What’s wrong with me?”

“Nothing is wrong with you.” You fall into Dean’s arms and just cry, and he smooths down your drenched hair as a means to comfort you. “There is nothing wrong with you.”

“All I want is to be normal. I didn’t ask to be this way.”

“I know. You’re not alone, Y/N. My brother and I can help you. Castiel over there can help you. We can help you control this.” You sob into his neck uncontrollably. “You’re going to be okay.”

For some reason, you believe him, and the storm calms down just a bit both in your head and outside.

x

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[sleepingnova]

imagine miles morales confessing to you that he is spider man after he saves you from something idk I love him

sure thing anon :) I don't know if you wanted this to be a pre - established relationship, so I'm just gonna go on a limb here and do that. sorry this took so long, I had a sudden burst of motivation. it's 1 am, so this isn't proofread

wc : I don't have a fucking clue, how do you check your word count if you're mobile?? I wanna do that 😭

Friendly neighborhood spider - man

pairing: miles morales x journalist reader

summary : being new york's top journalist has its perks, but it always seems to attract the wrong type of attention.

Journalism. It's not for the faint of heart. When you have deadlines to make, interviews to take care of, and people constantly yelling either at you or around you 24 / 7, everything can be a bit time consuming.

That also means you get a lot of attention. Some good, while others..not so much. Sure, its nice to have a free coffee or cake pop every now and then for the articles and the interviews you do; people have always said you have a way with words.

You really don't even know how you got into this situation. The caffeine kicked in, which made you jumpy to everyone and everything, really. Your eyebags were not very nice to look at and to be honest, you looked a mess.

You woke up late for class, you weren't really feeling like getting out of bed anyways but you did it anyway. No makeup, no nice and preppy clothing, just you; and boy did that bite you in the ass. You were 95% sure that all the things you had in life were handed to you because you were pretty. For instance, the guy who hired you literally took one look at you and said "congratulations, you're hired. we could use a pretty girl like you for coffee runs, right sweetheart?"

With balancing college and your career as a journalist, it's not too difficult. So then why'd you end up in this situation? Getting cornered by 3 guys in a dark ass alleyway, and it's 3:05 am.

No one at your job comes close to you when it comes to performance. Every single time. The newest topic of discussion is Brooklyn's number one trending for 7 years straight : spider - man.

"Who was he?" is your focus. The CEO of your job was retiring, and he held a competition to see who would take his spot. He obviously had you in mind, but he wanted to make things fair and you told him you wanted to earn it, not have it given to you.

The challenge was fairly simple: Get an exclusive interview with spider - man and have him answer a couple questions.

You've done exclusives before, not a problem. Until you realized, major problem. He swings around the city 24/7 how in fucks name were you going to catch him? Until an idea came to you. You stayed up all night, then you got hungry, so you left your dorm and walked down the street to the 24 hour convenience store. You liked documenting what you do, so you were recording on your phone where you were going.

After getting some snacks, you left and couldn't shake the feeling you were being followed. You were. By 4 different people. One of whom was none other than the infamous Miles Morales or, well, spider - man. He saw the guys five minutes ago and didn't want to do anything until he knew for sure you were getting followed.

A bit of time passes and miles realizes, he lost you. He hears a muffled shout from down the street so he runs towards it, jumping from rooftop to rooftop.

Now your mind comes back to this exact moment. You can't really make out what the guy in front of you is saying, but you think he's trying to rob you, but why would he need two other guys to rob someone? Especially in the middle of the night. You look dazed and totally not scared at all, Miles thinks, as he's literally invisible right in front of you.

You come out of your trance to one of them forcing you onto the ground. You wiggle and worm your way away, but it's not enough. Fear settled in as you realized what they were doing.

"Hey! Let her go." A voice shouts. You reach into your pocket to grab your pepper spray as you see a bunch of webs and hear hard blows hitting, but it's really dark and you can't see in the dark for shit.

You start running out of the alley and back towards your building, you look back and see the three of them running after you. So you run a little faster, and faster, until you're full on sprinting down the street.

'Thank god my parents forced me into track and field.' you thought, as you got closer and closer to the building. As luck would have it, the doors were locked, and your key was in that bag full of snacks.

They finally catch you, and in a split second, you brace for impact, but it never comes. You're in the air.

You look up and there it is. This is the story that'll get you CEO position, you'll be CEO for the rest of your life. A thought pops into your head as he drops you off at his apartment.

'Was my phone recording everything? Oh shit it was.' you think to yourself as you pull out your phone, your eyes widening.

Another thought pops up. 'oh my god, I'm in spider - man's apartment. it's not even that far from my building.' you wonder as you stop the recording.

"you do know you're going to have to delete that footage, right?" he asks as he lifts up his mask and puts something in his mouth.

"I get your job as a journalist is important, but sweetheart, I gotta keep you safe."

You raise your eyebrow, "how do you know about my job?"

he shrugs as he removes his mask.

"Miles? What the fuck is this? Don't tell me you're.. You're spider - man?" You whisper yell as you back up towards his desk.

"The one and only, love. surprised to see me?" he chuckles.

it was then that everything started to piece together. he always bails on plans, he's always late and has sudden injuries. hell, you even saw his suit in his bag once, but you didn't think anything of it.

"wait.. what does my interview with you have anything to do with keeping me safe?" you raised a brow at him as he plops down on his bed.

"think about it, baby. Me swinging around being spider - man gets pretty complicated when there's an article released by my girlfriend about how she got saved, by me. It puts you in jeopardy, because criminals can find you and use you as bait, and because I don't know that you won't put my identity out there." he explained.

"but you know I'm not like that." you replied.

"yes, I know baby. it's just complicated." he said.

you sighed with a defeated look, knowing that your boss wasn't going to be pleased, but it was for the best.

"if it's alright with you, do you mind if I just stay here for the night? in the morning, on my way to work, I can ask for another key." you asked, softly, him catching your disappointed change in octave.

"yeah sure, that's fine." he replied, walking into his room.

"do you have a spare blanket? I can just sleep out here on the couch." you called to him.

"hm? uh yeah, I think I have a spare. unless you'd like to sleep in my room, with me? the couch is kinda uncomfortable, and it gets kinda cold in here throughout the night." he offered, shyly.

"what about your roommate?" you questioned quietly.

"he won't be back for another week or so, as far as I'm concerned, he'll text if something goes south." he answered.

you thought for a moment, then nodded as you followed him into his room and climbed into his soft bed.

"woah, this is way softer than I thought it would be. what softener do you use when you wash your blankets?" you wondered aloud, cuddling all in his blankets and he chuckled.

"uhhh, I don't know. my roommate does laundry. I don't ever go with him unless he needs me to, which isn't often." he responded.

'ah.' you thought.

"aren't you going to spoon me? c'mon miles, please?" you pleaded with the tired, little puppy dog eyes miles swore he hated, because he could never say no to you when you made that face.

"I'm sorry, I have a couple of essays to write still. Why don't you get the bed nice and warm, then I'll be in bed before you know it." he cooed.

your eyelids started to get heavy as you let out a small hum as you started to fall asleep.

when you woke up the next day, it was 8 am and there was a small basket in the chair next to you.

the basket was filled with your snacks from the night before all wrapped up in the bag still, a hoodie and some clothes to wear to class, a water bottle and a nice book for you to read. on the desk, there was your favorite iced coffee and a note with absolutely beautiful penmanship.

you smiled as you read the letter.

[ hello,

spider man here!

I only have time to answer one of your questions right now, so here it is.

Being a hero isn't about being famous or rich, it's about your own morals and how you stick to them. I started the whole "spiderman" thing when I was 14 years old. It was hard, I had just lost a family member and I felt isolated from my family. You wouldn't believe me if I said that under the mask, I'm just an ordinary person, just like all of you, but I am, really.

I chose to be a hero because I believed in helping others. I really have to leave, so I can't say much more.

Remember, anyone can wear the mask.

Until next time,

—your friendly neighborhood spider man. ]

while you knew that you couldn't tell anyone about who was really under the mask, a part of you felt proud that he trusted you with his secret.

should I make another part to this? likes and reblogs are always appreciated :>

[trashquisitor-shirozora]

underrated dinluke fics/authors? we always hear about the same ones but you're chill so do you have anyone new?

Hello there! I'll admit, I haven't read much new dinluke since I started writing for the fandom... 3 years ago oh god jfc. We also now have years' worth of dinluke fics to trawl through on AO3, so I had to dig/ask around for recs. I'm also bringing back my go-to rec list that features mainly older authors and includes fics/writers I would've already recced. I know other rec lists crossed my dash dedicated to exactly the underrated fics/authors you speak of BUT I'M BOO BOO THE FOOL AND DIDN'T REBLOG/TAG THOSE REC LISTS APPARENTLY.

My Go-To Din/Luke Rec List: Your Friendly Neighborhood DinLuke Fic Rec Masterpost

A recommended author: objectlesson (filtered for Din/Luke fics)

wreck my plans, that's my man by casuallysavingtheworld

What the Water Gave Us by kappa77

If anyone knows the rec lists I speak of, please reblog with links to those lists! If anyone has additional fics and authors they believe are underrated and deserve more love, please add them!

Thanks for stopping by, Anon!

[pepeshka]

Hi hello!

Just wanted to let you know your art is so incredibly phenomenal and gorgeous. I can’t wait to see more of your work in the future. Always makes my day scrolling through the aftg tag and seeing your work!

Remember your art inspires people and brings so many joy! I hope you get the same from it as well!

Much love,

Your friendly neighborhood anon <3

omg??????!! you made me cry with this 😭😭 thank you so much you're too kind!! i'm grateful that people can enjoy my art and i appreciate all the support yall giving me 🤲💝💝

[mazeinthemiroh]

Also, as your friendly neighborhood stuck-in-the-airport anon, I think I'll just be signing asks as ✈️

Feel free to ignore any and all of them. I'm bored and overcaffeinated atm...

But that brings me to my next idea. How would the member of either ateez or stray kids react to you not being able to sleep due to ~poor caffeine choices~?

✈️

ateez reactions to their s/o drinking too much caffeine

genre: general, crack

warnings: mentions of caffeine

a/n: sorry you were stuck in an airport bestie 😭 if it helps, i'm loving your requests so far <3

please like and reblog if you enjoy :]

hongjoong

will understand your caffeine addiction more than you can imagine. will probably encourage you to drink less because he's worried about your health due to lack of sleep. but this man can't say anything because his sleep schedule is messed up, with or without caffeine. so you guys can stay up together and bond over your bad decisions 🥰

seonghwa

will continuously lecture you about your caffeine intake. every time you go out with him for lunch and he sees you've ordered yourself a coffee, he gives you a very judgemental look and goes "y/n" DON'T USE THAT TONE WITH ME PARK SEONGHWA. ehem, anyways, he just cares about your health and doesn't like the fact coffee has on you.

yunho

will be a very bad influence and join you with the caffeine addiction. well, he doesn't like to call it an addiction. he says "we're just appreciating the flavour of coffee and whatnot 😁" like okay bro you're not fooling anyone and you're an enabler but hey-ho 🥰 i'm only kidding. but he for real join you is all i'm saying.

yeosang

another one who i can see just shrugging it off and drinking a load of caffeine with you. gosh, these boys... he likes spending time with you and since he doesn't have time in the day, having more time in the night is ideal. so caffeine certainly works its magic in that aspect at least <3

san

will be surprisingly strict with you. if you even attempt to buy a coffee in front of him, he shakes his head and gives you 'the look' he's scaryyyy which tells you everything you need to know about his feelings. he just wants you to be healthy and if he knows you aren't going to get a goodnight sleep, he will try and help you out the best he can.

mingi

will probably not realise you have a problem with caffeine until much later. it doesn't click in his brain that you have bad night's sleeps because of that. and then one day it will suddenly just click into his head and then he'll be like "ooohhhhhhhhhhhhh" and be embarrassed that he didn't realise before now 💀 me too mingi, me too.

wooyoung

he will be the reason you decrease your caffeine intake. why? because he will likely drink more caffeine because he sees how much of it you drink. and then, well... have you seen an over-caffeinated wooyoung? chaos. purely, unadulterated chaos. that's really enough to put anyone off tbh

jongho

why do i envision jongho being a massive coffee drinker? am i making this up or is this an actual fact? anyways, if he notices you're getting poor sleep, he will try and talk to you about it and maybe suggest that you stop drinking caffeine to see if it makes a difference to your sleep. he's very helpful and supportive <3333

[incorrect-pipravi]

do more singh family headcanons

Sorry for keeping you waiting, anon. Hope you enjoy these:

Sal was closer to Mohan while Ravi is closer to Nisha (mama’s boy).

The first time Sal held his baby brother, Ravi was so small and soft and Sal made a promise to their parents that he’ll always protect Ravi. (Sal was 3 or 4 I think?)

Mohan carries a picture of Nisha, Sal and Ravi in his wallet as a lucky charm.

On mother’s day, Mohan and the two boys go all out with their surprise.

Mohan distracts Nisha and takes her out while Ravi cleans and decorates the house and Sal makes all of Nisha’s favorite recipes.

Nisha is always bragging/ talking about the boys and she’s definitely the type of mom who would hang all of their report cards on the refrigerator.

Sal and Ravi never had an argument before, because Sal would do anything for his little brother and Ravi idolizes his older brother.

“When I was pregnant with Ravi, everyone prepared me for the sibling rivalry and how exhausting it would be, but it never came.” Nisha would say and the boys would grin and high five.

When Sal started dating Andie, everyone had welcomed her into the family and were happy everytime she had dinner with them except for Ravi, who thought she was stealing his older brother from him.

While Nisha loves her boys so much, she always wanted a daughter, which is why she’s so welcoming and motherly towards both Andie and Pip.

The entire family were so well loved in their neighborhood. They were friendly, generous and respectful.

They love doing activities/chores together. Cleaning, baking, gardening … etc.

They have a movie night weekly.

I also imagine them having a schedule for who gets to pick the movie for every movie night.

Just imagine Mohan and Nisha teaching Sal traditional dances and then Sal teaching them to Ravi later.

Nisha loves to knit outfits for her boys and husband.

Every Christmas eve, She gifts each of them a new knitted sweater.

The one who gets the best/prettiest sweater always brags about being on Nisha’s good list. (It started as a joke by Ravi, but then became a tradition to brag about getting the best one!)

[pillowspace]

Hihihi! I just wanted to say I absolutely LOVE your art and writing! It’s so good and I’m falling down stairs for it. Keep it up! You’re doing a fantastic, amazing, absolutely terrific job. Alsoalso one last thing. When I read the cart part I was thinking of shopping cart and was trying to wrap my head around how’d that work abshshs (now I know that it wasn’t a shopping cart 😌) -Your family friendly neighborhood cat Anon

THANK YOU SO MUCH <3<3 I APPRECIATE IT, it means a lot!

Jdjghd pulling out the olden day peasant metal shopping cart

[prpfz]

Guess who’s back? Back again? 🤪

(It’s me! Your friendly, neighborhood roleplay gremlin.)

This gremlin is 21+, looking for other gremlins who are 21+. I’m in need of The Umbrella Academy roleplays, where I can play my OC to a Five Hargreeves (who is AT LEAST 21, physically). I can definitely double, but I’d rather not write out any romantic relationships where the two partners saw each other as siblings growing up (if our other pairing is canon/canon). I’d love the opportunity to play Victor, Allison, or Luther, but I can play Diego, Klaus, or Ben no problem <3.

I have plenty of ideas, and I have finished season 4, but if you do not want spoilers, I’m more than happy to have our roleplay take place in season 3 or an AU after season 3. Whatever we do, if we double, all four of our characters will fall under the same plot Umbrella (ha, I’m so punny).

I’d like potential partners to be friendly and eager to plot. Posting at least 200 words a character post is mandatory, but more is always loved. Discord is preferred, but for the right partner, I might go to another medium.

Smash that mf like button if you wanna roleplay!

Leave a like, and anon will get back to you!

[vroombeams]

friendly neighborhood nuisance back again 👋🏻

✎ how do you think readers would guess a fic was yours if you posted anonymously?

♫ send a fic and i’ll make a 3-5 song playlist for you for the king mark/knight oscar got kinda vibe MADNESS. it's eating my brain!!!!

helloooo emy!!

✎ oh boy good question. an old anon fic of mine that i have never actively claimed defo got clocked, but the person who clocked it gets a lot of wip chunks from me so that may have had something to do w it lmao. the other anon fic i've got up i think people also just... know that one's mine because of me making references to it on tumblr or whatever this is not an answer really apart from to say i'm not sure?? maybe formatting of some sort but i really don't think my formatting/style is all that distinctive so?? if not stylistically clockable, i have a big mouth and probably it would come out somehow just in conversation lol

♫ GoT au the beloathed the beloved!! wow this was actually so fun i want to make mini playlists for everything i've ever made now

my favorite color - citizen (put your head under the water / stay quiet for me / make your mouth a little smaller / stay quiet for me) fighting in the car - joe p (the inmate loves the prison guard / the one who feeds him through the bars) new face - model/actriz (take a fistful / that's all i can give you / make me a star / make me a black hole) look what your love has done to me - perc & gazelle twin self-explanatory lol virginia woolf underwater - chelsea wolfe (when you're underwater whisper / wait for all the sounds to fall away)

fic ask game here!

[asktaskforce141]

To Price, what your reaction would be if you saw a wendigo wandering around near the base of yours?

And for Soap..uhh have a wonderful brownie :3 (totally not "edible" brownie) i love u pookie

Lastly König, I feel comfortable in your lap because you are more buff and muscular :3

—✨

Star anon, if we were to see this "wendigo" creature you speak of... we'd most likely spend our resources trying to figure the creature out and what it wants. 🫡

- "father of the year", Captain Price 🫡

Aye, wee one, I'm not sure I want this brownie of yours, eh? But I love ye too. 😉

- your friendly neighborhood Scotsman 🧼

Ach, Schatzi, Ich freue mich, dass Sie sich wohlfühlen! 🫶🏻

- buff und muscular, König 🇦🇹

[just-bendy]

Hey, Bendy!

I have four questions if that's ok?

1.) Can I have a hug?

2.) How do you feel about cats and dogs (or other animals) ? Which do you prefer? Etc. Etc.

3.) What kinds of nicknames do you like to be called (friends, family, significant other, ect.)?

4.) How do you feel about fanart of yourself?

To the artist: I LOVE your style, btw. Beautiful! Mind if I do a style study if it? (I won't claim it as mine. Just been planing to learn a new style. Getting bored on mine.)

Ps: Sorry if I asked too many questions. I get Cartier away.

From: your friendly neighborhood cat anon

And I have four answers!

Fer yer first question, yes, of course. No way I'd ever refuse a hug!

Second, I do like cats and dogs, although they don't really seem to like me. I went over to a friend's house once and even though they said their cats were friendly, they'd hiss if I got too close or just ran and hide. Not too sure why that happens. But it doesn't happen all the time! I have met friendlier pets. It's just kinda rare. As fer which I prefer, I'll have to go with dogs, but only because they're cute, playful, and energetic like me!

Third, well, Ben is always a go to fer friends and family. I like it, it's a good nickname fer me.

And finally, I love gettin' fanart of myself! But it's a little tricky bein' from an AU and all. Ya can't just draw anythin' from the canon source, coz then it won't be me. It doesn't help that my artist is lazy either! A safe bet is just ta draw me in whatever outfit I'm wearin' or just a normal lookin' Bendy with all 'a my features. But of course, ya don't have ta listen to me. Draw whatever ya want and I'll love it as long as it has me in it.

(( thank you! and yes you can do a style study! its,,, a bit inconsistent so,,, sorry 😂 its the first time hearing about that sorta thing so id love to see it when its done! if thats ok! and thats fine dw about it! :> ))