#please please just show me your locations 🙏

[under-the-ladder]

Okay, I'm curious about this one thing

If you were to film your own postcard in your country (as it is done this year), which location would you choose?

I'll go first! I'd choose the Borek Water Tower located in Wrocław, Poland:

You can read more about it on Wikipedia (eng)

I think it's a hidden gem that surprisingly few people have heard about, even in Poland. I wanted to visit it one day but unfortunately it got closed for tourists in 2017 :// Hopefully it reopens one day!

Idk what else to say, just have fun!

[marrycv]

Pick up your phone!

paring : toxic!ellie x toxic!reader

warnings : Mention of weed, alcohol. Ellie’s punishment with sex. Mention of nudes. Oral (e!receiving), fingering (r!reveiving). Language, nicknames such as : slut, doll, angel, baby, bitch, motherfocker (and others). mention of yn like twice. Mention of cheating and lying and many other bad things 😅. Ellie and reader are NOT healthy, do not romanticize their relationship, its fucked up. Porn w out plot? (kinda). Both reader and ellie are mean and does fucked up shit. 18+

summary : You wait Ellie again. she’s late for 4 hours and she wants to make it up to you. But you didn’t want to fall in her arms this time- which you obviously lost at trying to do. Ellie’s mad and has a punishment for you when she was in the wrong, and you had every right to be mad at her.

kinda a scrap this is bad 🙏

short asf

you :

00:12 - Ellie, where are you?

00:34 - Ellie istg answer me!!

1:02 - c’mon you said you’d come over today

Els 🖕🏻:

1:55 - im omw

1:57 - dont bother.

2:01 - im sorry im late

2:01 - you’re always sorry, dont come home and go fuck one of your stupid fangirls

2:02 - im coming over

2:02 - i said no

2:03 - c’mon lemme make it up to you 💋

2:05 - im gonna block you

2:32 - yn? !message not delivered!

“fuck” Ellie mumbled under her breath, going out of the studio and jumps in her Truck. going over speed’s limit and then knocking hard enough on your apartment to wake up everyone else in the combo.

you get up from your bed, unable to sleep due to waiting for her all night.

you open your door and when you see Ellie standing in front of it, smelling weed and alcohol, you know she wasn’t gonna be easy to deal with tonight.

“Ellie go home, its 3 in the morning…”

“cmon let me in baby” she said in a whisper, almost sounding like a whine.

You and Ellie’s relationship was complicated- that was what you were saying to your friends, because the amount of time you two broke up, that she cheated on you, that you would expose her nudes on internet, that she would sleep with a stranger just to piss you off and somehow you’d still let her come back in your arms- as she did the same with you. you would do shitty things as well, like saying to all of her fans that the concert was cancelled or that it changed location. you could also post on twitter her worse secrets when you learned that she cheated on you. you’d also make up lies about some random stuff just to get a revenge out of her.

but mostly she would just fuck up your trust for her like coming home 4 hours later or cheating on the infinite amount of girls. she’d also love bomb you to get you back and then would disappear for weeks. she also showed all of her band’s member the sextape she got of you- and you knew after Dina, the base player told it to you. You and ellie would randomly call eachothers- especially when she or you were under something, most likely weed or alcohol but sometimes something else. It wasnt rare that you would make her jealous and posting a story of you and a girl on instagram and she’d come over to fuck you dumb. only to wake up alone in the bed.

“ellie please i just wanna sleep tonight, no fight.”

“and please i just wanna say sorry, no fight.” Ellie answered, thinking she was a smart girl for this one

you rolled your eyes.

“are you even able to walk?” you asked her, seeing her flushed cheeks and her eyes red like hell

“of course i am baby, im okay.. please let me just make it up to you im so sorry im late”

“no youre not! because you wouldve told me you’d come home late or you wouldve just told me that you were busy!!!”

“im so sorry..” she says in a childish tone, just as if she was mocking you for being so mad.

“fuck off els”

Ellie rolled her eyes and made her way inside, taking steps closer to you.

“dont talk to me like that.” Ellie says, looking right into your eyes- mood changing suddenly, she didnt get the answer she wanted.

“you dont show up 4 hours late, bitch”

Ellie’s jaw tightened and she looked at you furiously

“tell me you just wanted to fuck me Ellie.”

“dont you ever call me ‘bitch’ again.”

“or what? you’re gonna leave? that already happened, i can survive it.”

“nah.. im gonna give you a lesson.”

“the fuck you mean?”

“get on your knees” Ellie said, tone demanding.

“i wont do shit you ask me to do Ellie.” you say scared of what she’s gonna ask you to do. you have some suspicions, but your mind is overthinking about so many possibilities.

Ellie puts her hands on your shoulders and force you to get you on your knees. She looks at you from down and she takes off her pants along with her boxers.

“you know what to do now.” Ellie tells you, intertwining her fingers with your hair, pulling you closer to her pussy. You start to give her short licks, obviously nothing enough for her.

“I swear to god you motherfucker if you dont do what-“

Ellie started but got cut off with one of her whines by you sucking her clit like your life depended on it. Your knees hurts, but her grip in your hair is too strong for you to move. your holding her by the thighs, moaning against her cunt by how good she tastes. obviously pussydrunk by her. and the perfect little grunts she would make made you so fucking wet. her hips would be jerking against your face, riding your tongue the best she could to chase your high. Ellie would never tell you, but you ever were the only one to make her cum. she knew that it would make your ego so much too high if she told you that on countless girls you were the only one able to please her. you know her sweet spots and she wasnt scared to be vulnerable with you. she always was. and you always were too.

“Fuck- fuck.. just like that, yeah”

her grunts would turn into whines and her whines into small moans. Ellie wasnt that much of a loud girl, but you knew if she was vocal- it was good. it made you laugh, sending vibrations through her clit.

“Im gonna- fuckkk!!” she moans out as she cums in your mouth. you still suck her clit as she rides your tongue for her high to be longer.

you get up from your knees and ellie kisses you, tasting herself on your tongue. the kiss turns rapidly messy and rough. Ellie would hold you by the hips, directing you by the bed. as soon as you touched the bed, she made you lay down on it and she got on top of you, still making out with you. her kisses got on your jaw until your neck. she then took a pause to look at you. you were eye doying her- she would always win. you were her little slut.

“only needed my” puts a finger into your core “fingers to shut that attitude huh?”

she takes off your shirt- which you were braless under it. peaking already your tits, ellie titled her head, smirking

“you got ready for me, doll?”

you nodded, wanting more of her.

“nuh huh, words baby, i want words.” she told you as the sucked one of your nipples as one of her hand was massaging the other breast. as her other hand was working on your clit to make you feel sooo good.

“j-just for you els!” you obey to her request, only wanting her to go faster.

“faster el- faster!!” you try to manage to tell her.

“faster huh?” Ellie says as she just slows her pace of her fingers brushing against that sweet spot of yours.

“please ellie!!” you beg for her to go faster as she just slows down again and again.

“i didnt say you’d get a good time Baby, this is your punishment, as deserved.”

“please.. ill be good Ellie- never gonna be m-mean with you ever” you faked promised her, just needed to tell her whatever she wanted to hear.

“yeah? you’d do this for me, angel?” Ellie asks as shes at only one finger, completely ruining you. completely making you cry for more- needing more.

“id do anything- just please fuck me ellie, fuck me.”

-

2 days after this huge mistake. You and Ellie started to do this kind of thing all the time. She’d piss you off, you’d be mad, she’d become madder for something she made you mad at- and would finish as sex. the only way you two did work out with.

she made you feel so good and you made her feel better.

This was unhealthy, but she was so addictive.

she’d come home in the middle of the night- wouldnt care if you were deep asleep or had a party- she’d take care of that pussy no matter what. Her songs would be about you two relationships.

Everyone liked it.

and you were happy you had such a big impact that she wrote- and sang about you.

But she didnt see you that pretty- you were her fucking toy.

14:01 : why the fuck did you say that i was toxic in your song?

15:56 : because you are.

15:59 : fuck you els

16:01 : you wish <3

16:01 : you’re the toxic one in our relationship

16:30 : 💀💀 hell nah

16:31 : Ellie how many times did you cheat on me?

17:23 : babe, we were on break how many times do i get to tell you that?

17:23 : anyways i gtg ill see you tonight ;)

She wasnt easy and you werent either.

but whatever, she has become way more famous than ever.

she’d send you those pictures before a show, trying to make you come to one (which you did but didnt tell her).

“does that feel good els?” you say as your face was in between her thighs, on your knees just like how she loved you like that.

“fuck babe dont stop!!” Ellie would tell you into a soft tone, not so much like that little ‘dominant’ cover she’s making everyone believe she was. she was always the one screaming your name over and over.

she then would make you see heaven with her cock filling you up, camera in one hand and the other one on your breast. She’d look at it all the time, rolling circles on her clit whenever she missed you and you blocked her so she couldnt ask you for any nudes- she has better, she could literally see you in action getting fucked by her.

she loved you, that was why she was so fucked up at showing it.

and you just were getting revenge for how she made you feel.

But in a way you two belonged together.

But she’d still use you for your amazing body and how good your tongue felt against her cunt.

you were her little stress reliever. (you’d let her do whatever she wanted to you- you’d just never tell her that)

request are open 💋

[lost-in-fiction-like-ur-mom]

Hello there! 👋🏽 If you don’t mind, I was wondering if I could make a request with Tech? With maybe a bookworm reader if that’s okay? I feel like it would be a cute dynamic! Thank you and have a good day! 🙏🙌

Bookworm

Tech x Reader

Summary- You and Tech have a moment alone on The Marauder. What better way to spend it than reading! Accompanied by Tech on his datapad, of course.

A/N- It's totally okay!!! I figured the best format for this kind of request was bullet point- but I am not very good at those. So, i compromised with this! Hope you enjoy, thanks for requesting!

Word Count- 990

Hunter, Omega, Wrecker, and Echo had all left the ship to go look for some dinner. A job you all completed recently left you with some spending money. You figured everyone deserved a real meal for once.

It left you and Tech alone in The Marauder. You could have easily went to hang out at Cid's bar, but you couldn't stand to be around her. You hated the way she poked fun at Tech's goggles.

Only you were allowed to call him 'goggles.'

The thought only temporarily distracted you from your book. You quickly resumed reading, only to realize you had to restart the whole page. This time actually process what you're reading! You thought to yourself.

Grumbling, you squeezed your eyes shut and straightened up in your seat. You happened to take a spot in the co-pilots chair. Tech always sat in the pilots.

"Something the matter?" Tech asks, not looking up from his datapad.

It was sweet, that he noticed your small movements. "Just trying to focus, I lost my place." You finally found a comfortable position, situating your book back in your hands.

"It can help to fidget with one hand, to increase your chances of focus." He informed, per usual.

You smiled up at him, he glanced up from the pad when he felt your gaze on him. He flashed a very brief smile- more of a grin, it was all you needed though.

You listened to him rant about his findings on 'focus' for a few minutes, knowing anyone else would have shut him up by now. Him talking never bored you or made you uncomfortable, despite many others complaining.

"Thank you, Tech." You simply said, returning to your book. He seemed pleased enough and went back to tinkering on his datapad.

A newfound silence came over, you read your book in peace. The story of the thieves with powers fighting the government amused you. What amused you more was the fact you had personally been on more dangerous missions, yet the book still captured you.

It was nice to imagine yourself in their place, even when you wouldn't change what you have for the word.

You'd go on a million death defying missions if it meant you were with Tech.

While you typically could put down over 50 pages in an hour, Tech interrupted you again. Not with any other intentions than to please you.

"Yes?" You responded after he called your name.

He reached in a compartment to the left of the console. A place Tech used to store his latest experiments.

He pulled out a neatly wrapped gift. It had swirls of color on the paper that wrapped it. He said nothing, just handed the rectangular item to you.

"For me?"

"That would be correct."

You tried to fight the corners of your mouth rising, but it was no use. Tech watched you violently, showing little expression.

You gently took the paper off, not wanting to make a mess of his careful work.

You slowly revealed it to be a new book, the fourth book in the series to the one you were just reading.

"Tech, I- I thought it was a limited edition! There was only a hundred made across the galaxy!" You looked in his deep brown eyes.

"Yes, it is." He confirmed.

"H-how did you get it!" You were baffled, the thought he put into your gift- and for no special occasion.

"It was not difficult. I was able to track all the shipping numbers to their respective planets, and when we had a mission on one- I located the book through its buyers." He said, nonchalantly. Like he didn't easily buy one of the most rare books you knew of.

"Why? Did I miss an anniversary?" You were slightly confused on why he gave you the gift. You hoped you weren't supposed to also have a gift prepared.

"Uh, no. You mentioned exactly 129 rotations ago that you wanted the book. I saw no problem in getting it." He remembered...

You were moved to small tears, now flowing down your cheeks.

"Are you alright?" He asked.

"Yes, Tech. Of course I am." You rose to your feet, throwing yourself on him in a big hug. He hugged you back. While he didn't completely understand your acclimation to physical affection- he didn't mind you doing as you pleased to him.

He gently patted your back, and you pulled away. "Thank you, i'm going to have to finish this book quickly now. I can't wait to read it..."

"You are welcome." He responded, you let him be and lifted yourself off of him. He grabbed his datapad and clicked away.

What you didn't know was that sometimes Tech would watch you read. In times like these, when you found yourself sitting or laying next to each other. You reading, him on his datapad.

He would study your face, taking in every expression. He would think about what you were reading- was it sad, happy, thrilling? Feelings were a trivial matter to him, but he was always thinking of ways to make you happy.

He loved it when you read, sometimes out loud to him. It was soothing to hear your voice when he worked on a project or was fixing a part on The Marauder.

The way you tapped your foot, or bounced your leg when you got to a complex part in a book. Or, when you were both laying down together and accidentally hit Tech in shock at a twist in the story. He loved every bit of it.

You turned back to your original book, now more determined than ever to finish it.

You did, however, catch Tech staring this time. You met his gaze, a wide smirk on your face. You couldn't help but giggle briefly. He gave you an odd look, but went back to his datapad. Just as you went back to your book.

A/N- Thank you so much for reading! Requests are about to be open, just one more to fulfill! As always, I am open to constructive criticism.

Tags- (LMK if you want to be tagged as well!) @thethreeeyed-raven @knight-of-flowerss

[asratery]

Miguel O’Hara x Spider-Man!Male Reader

You were a member of the spider society, rising quickly to be part of the small circle of Miguel’s most valued members due to your agility and strength even with your strong, tall stature. You and Miguel had a complicated relationship. At least on his end. The man was curious about your quiet nature and selfless behavior. You were a man of few words, being both a Spider-Man as well as hosting a symbiote from your world. You had a dedication to the cause that could compare with Miguel, even placing it over your physical health. Today, Miguel’s carelessness as well as your lack of self care would hit you like a truck.

Part One | Part Two | Part Three

cw: masturbation (male), hand obsession, size diff (mentioned), sexual tension (?), sexual implications, use of y/n

Please give criticism 🙏 this is my first time writing as a whole so I’m so sorry if the format is weird and/or if the summary is ass. ALSO THIS IS REALLY LONG (imo) SO I APOLOGIZE. 😭 And pls tell me if i should make a part two. (edit: okay, i calculated and its 5.2K words lmao... my bad)

You don’t remember the last time you visited HQ or even your own dimension. You’d been traveling to various earths and hunting down located anomalies per Miguel’s order.

Your physical conditions were never a worry to you while on your expeditions, simply stitching up whatever injuries you endured before carrying on. Miguel would protest to this behavior of yours, requesting that you return back to HQ for proper medical attention, but you’d quickly dismiss his precautions, having Venom keep your injuries wrapped under it’s tar-like material to avoid bursting any stitches when you were busy tackling your objectives.

You rarely fully involved Venom in your missions. It never objected to your request to remain tucked away while you worked, understanding that you preferred to rely on your own strength to take down opponents.

Miguel sent you on a new array of missions about two weeks ago. They were rather easy for someone of your skill, though it did get annoying when one enemy turned into two, then three, and so on in just one mission. These hiccups never stunted your performance, but they didn’t fail to stress Miguel out. You didn’t fully understand why the man was so anxious whenever you’d go on your missions. He never showed the same worry for the other members of the Spider Society, so what was so different about you?

Miguel had been spending most of his days in his office since you left, his earpiece being filled with the sounds of battle as you took down anomalies on the other end. You preferred not to speak, but with Miguel’s insistence, you were forced to make some noise for him every so often to ease his nerves, whether it be a grunt or a hum. Depending on your mood, some days you’d find it to be overbearing and on better ones, you’d find it to be almost comforting.

‘What is wrong with me.’ Miguel thought to himself, rubbing the bridge of his nose. He’d been sitting in his office chair, clicking around on his keyboard as he watched your marker on the map traveling miles in minutes as you moved around a random Earth, searching for a rumored anomaly. Everything had been going well until he’d heard you breathing heavily on the other end as you stopped to rest for a moment, you raspy pants tickling his ear. He’d immediately dismissed Lyla as he felt his pants tighten at the noises you made, resting his hand over the forming tent in his suit. Fuck, he had to hear your voice. He needed to.

“Y/n? You alright?” Miguel spoke through the earpiece, trying to hide the shakiness in his voice. Y/n didn’t reply with words, opting to hum in acknowledgement. No, that wasn’t enough for Miguel. “Y/n?” Y/n groaned in annoyance at his insistence, but the noise was like heaven in Miguel’s ear. Much more than what he was requesting. “I’m fine.” Y/n replied curtly before continuing his search, his stationary marker starting to move on the map again.

Miguel’s mind was already wandering when he heard y/n groan, but hearing your voice after radio silence for days? He already had a fantasy forming in his head now. There were too many days where you’d hover over him as he briefed you on an upcoming mission, his mind muddled with ideas of you bending him over the table, ripping his suit open and just fucking him over the surface. “Y/n.” Miguel unintentionally groaned out as he pulled his pants down just enough to release his cock from its confines.

“Hm?” Y/n responded in an undertone, oblivious to the intentions behind Miguel’s voice. Miguel pressed a hand over his mouth. He didn’t mean to call your name aloud. “Y-You’re approaching the signal.” Miguel spoke quickly, his heart fluttering at his slip up. You hummed in acknowledgment, a bit confused on why he had to announce it since he equipped your wristwatch with a mini map, but you dismissed it. Miguel quickly muted his mic on the earpiece to avoid making the same mistake. He looked down at his semi, the cool air making it all the more sensitive.

He dipped one of his hands down, sliding his thumb over the slit of his cock as the other turned the volume up on his earpiece, listening to your heavy breathing as you swung through an abandoned city. “Fuck, please.” Miguel murmured under his breath, his eyes fluttering shut as he slid his hand down his length, imagining your larger, calloused hands in its place.

He had to lower the volume of his earpiece to near silence, the sound of the wind hitting your side of the mic disrupting his thoughts. Miguel lightly gripped his cock, sliding his hand back up to the tip, a bead of pre forming at the motion. Gods, he needed to just tell you, but he knew it wasn’t that simple. You were nearly ten years younger than him, being only 23 years old compared to his 30 years of age. You wouldn’t want someone as old as him, much less a man. You probably had women clinging to your arms in your world, and the thought evoked a flare of jealousy in his chest.

Fuck, what would you think of him if you saw him like this? Thrusting into his hand at just the sound of your voice and faraway fantasies.

You’d been making rounds around this damned city. The place was desolate but somehow a fellow spider managed to spot an anomaly when they accidentally entered in the wrong number in an attempt to portal to their own world. Your wristwatch was picking up on a thermal presence, yet you just couldn’t find it. ‘I swear, if it’s underground, I’m dragging Miguel here to take care of this, multiverse be damned.’ You thought to yourself as you swung between rusting skyscrapers.

Your thoughts were cut off by your watch beeping, detecting a thermal signal in close range. That’s weird. You’d already scoured this area. It must’ve moved in the time that you were on the other side of the city. Your eyes were focused on the watch too closely to notice another presence approaching your side. Another anomaly. Wonderful.

Your senses kicked off but it wasn’t as quick as this creature. You were already airborne before you were launched through the window of a skyscraper you were passing, a rib cracking under the pressure your left side endured. ‘Light work.’ You thought to yourself as you kicked up off the floor of the office level you landed in, planting your feet down before launching out the side you were thrown into. You swung your way up to the roof of the high rise, your eyes scanning the surrounding area for the anomaly.

A figure darted across the street below, prompting you to jump off. You never voiced it, but you always loved the adrenaline rush that came with hunting down anomalies. You were a bit surprised at the lack of noise on Miguel’s side of the earpiece, but the thought was quickly brushed aside as you broke your fall with your webs before running into the building the figure was seen entering, your watch leading the way. You ran down multiple sets of stairs, the rapping of the creatures claws along the tiled floor guiding you along.

You shot a web at the side of the creature from the top of the stairway before it could round a corner. You yanked it towards you, disregarding the fact that your feet lost contact with the floor as the two of you met in the middle, tumbling down the stairwell with your bulky arms wrapped around the damned thing. You were able to land a few punches against the hybrid’s feathered body before you were forced to focus on its talons sinking into the muscles of your thigh. You hissed in pain, forming claws on your own hands with Venom’s help before gripping its ankle with one hand and stabbing your claws into the scaled skin above it.

The fucking thing screeched and gods was it loud, nearly forcing Venom to recede back into you before it used its other clawed foot to hit your chest, slamming your back into the stairwell. You gritted your teeth in pain, a drip of blood dripping down your mask from the cut on your brow due to the previous fall. The creature rounded the corner immediately, disappearing from your sight. ‘Of course it’s smart.’ You thought to yourself begrudgingly, your muscles a bit tense from the mission you just pursued prior to entering this world. “Miguel.” You spoke into your mic. No response. No time to wait.

You quickly got to your feet before darting around the corner, suddenly realizing the setting. Of course it lured you to a fucking subway. You were quick on your feet, jumping down to the railway platform before darting down the tunnel, your sharp ears picking up on the sound of the creature’s claws scratching against the metal of the railing as it ran from you. You’d ran so far that you made it to another underground subway stop, spotting a new creature lingering in the area.

‘Here’s the second fucker.’ You thought to yourself as Venom reformed claws around your fingers. You jumped from the railway up to the tiled floor of the platform. The creature spotted you, quickly leaping at you as you returned the gesture. You noted the difference in strength in this one compared to the first anomaly you came across, easily overpowering this one. Just when you were about to sink your claws into its neck, you were launched off to the side, slamming into a solid wall behind you. Another rib cracked at the impact. Wonderful.

The first bastard was back. The two creatures stood side by side as you used the wall as support to rise to your feet. The two freaks of nature stalked around you before launching forward.

“Venom.” You growled out. It didn’t hesitate, enveloping your body in its black tar-like body. You immediately threw the stronger one back, sending it over the platform and onto the railway as you focused your attention on the weaker anomaly.

You were able to land a multitude of hits on this one, weakening it. Just when you were about to stab your claws into its chest, the stronger one recuperated, releasing a deafening scream that incapacitated you, forcing Venom to recede back inside you. The ground shook from the scream, the beams at the subway shaking as dust fell from the ceiling.

‘Fuck, I need to focus on that one or this rusty building is going down on all three of us.’

You were alone now, the scream forcing Venom to retreat. You made circles with the creature, the weaker of the two still recovering on the floor. You made the first move, webbing the feet of the anomaly to the floor before landing a kick straight in its chest.

The creature slammed against another beam. Fuck. Bad move. The ceiling shook again, an unsettling sound of creaking above them. The building was going to collapse at this rate. You needed to keep these two down here while getting back to ground level so you wouldn’t get stuck or worse, killed under the rubble.

“Miguel.” Silence. What the fuck was he doing right now? Just when you were about to approach the now weakened anomaly, you felt the muscle in your thigh tense. You dropped one knee, accidentally slamming it against the tiled floor. You gritted your teeth, the muscle cramping from overworking yourself. Miguel had warned you, and now you were experiencing the outcome. In the midst of Venom attempting to reform around you, you were tackled from behind. The second one was back up.

You swung your now clawed fingers back, moving to plunge your hand into the chest of this anomaly. You were cut short as the other let out another ear-piercing screech, forcing Venom to retreat yet again. The entire bottom level shook now. ‘This building’s going down.’ You thought to yourself. “Miguel,” you shouted into the earpiece, “I need backup, I’m under the apartment buildi—,” your words were cut short as the infrastructure gave out, sending you into darkness.

Miguel was in the midst of cleaning himself up when he heard the low sound of a rumble on the other side of his earpiece. He immediately raised the volume on his earpiece. ‘Shit, shit shit,’ he though to himself, ‘I wasn’t paying attention.’ “Y/n, what’s your status?” Miguel quickly spoke into the mic, turning Lyla back on. Lyla’s hologram reappeared, about to crack a joke before noticing Miguel’s panicked expression as he looked at his monitors, rapidly typing on the keyboard. “Shit—Lyla, call Jess and Hobie to HQ now,” he said quickly before shouting into the earpiece, “Y/n, give me a status update!” Silence. A deadly silence that was interrupted a few minutes later by the sound of a weak wheeze. Y/n.

“Fuck, y/n, what’s your status?” Miguel spoke quickly into his earpiece as he connected the audio to a walkie-talkie. Jessica entered Miguel’s office, Hobie following a few feet behind her. You couldn’t get a word out, a piece of rubble pressing against your torso, cutting your breaths short. Another weak wheeze, this time coming from the walkie. Jessica froze at the noise before quickly swinging up to Miguel’s platform. “Who is that? Is that—Don’t tell me that’s y/n.” She said quickly. Hobie was already analyzing the holographic map on Miguel’s desk, typing the coordinates for your marker into his wristwatch before creating a portal. “Let’s go.”

You let out another weak wheeze, groaning in pain when the rubble shifted. Your right ankle was stinging, likely sprained, and your knee cap fractured from it hitting the tiled floor prior to the collapse. Your side felt wet and the rebar poking out of a chunk of concrete next to you easily explained why. The screech from the anomaly must’ve ruptured an eardrum, since you could feel the ticklish trickle of blood leaking out of your ear. Your earpiece was knocked out, hidden somewhere in the rubble that pinned you down as you heard the distant sound of Miguel’s panicked voice coming from it. ‘Wonderful timing, boss.’ You thought to yourself as you let out a pained coughed, your throat coated in dust. Your vision started to fade in the midst of you trying to count how many fractures your ribs incurred.

The trio wasn't enough to get you out of the rubble, having to call over a dozen other spider people to aid in the search for you. The only thing keeping Miguel’s hopes up was the presence of a pulse that your wristwatch was picking up, Lyla closely monitoring it for any changes as per Miguel’s orders. He could feel his heart cracking at the edges at the sight of a few spider people gently pulling your unconscious body from under the rubble. They immediately applied pressure to your side due to a large gash from a piece of rebar as Miguel quickly opened a portal back to HQ, rushing you to the medical wing of the building.

Your eyes were hazy when you opened them, taking a few moments to adjust to the bright hospital lights, though the dizziness stayed. You reached a hand up to the nasal cannula, taking note of the tug from the IV in your arm. An IV. A cannula. Bright lights. You hated hospitals with a passion. You shot up in the bed, your body wracked with pain from both a terrible concussion as well as the broken ribs. Strong hands firmly gripped your shoulders, gently guiding you to lay back down on the bed as a soothing voice murmured to you, though you couldn't make out the words. You complied, reluctantly, though majorly because you didn't have the strength to protest.

Your eyes fluttered shut as you focused on a breathing technique to try and ease some of the pain from your array of broken and fractured ribs, though the pain was still agonizing even when you inhaled. Thank god for your pain tolerance, or this could be a lot more unbearable than it already is. You could faintly hear Miguel's unintelligible voice, but he kept a low tone to accomodate your ruptured eardrum. You felt soft fingers stroking the top of your left hand. Jess. She was on your left, Miguel on your right. You could feel a weight on your left leg. Pavitr. Gods, the boy looked up to you like you were an older brother to him. You couldn't imagine how stressed he must be to see you in this state.

You opened your eyes again after about ten minutes, slowly blinking as you let your eyes adjust to the harsh lighting above you. After you finally gained a good enough level of clarity, your sharp eyes began darting around the room, grabbing every little detail you could pick up without tilting your concussed head. You made eye contact with Jessica, who was tracing soft patterns into your forearm as she looked at you, a soft look in her eyes. She was like an older sister to you in a way, and even though you never acknowledged this, she knew.

Your eyes shifted over to Pavitr, who was sat in a chair closer to the end of the bed, practically hugging the lower half of your left leg. You had a brace around your right ankle and could feel the tight gauze wrapped around your thigh, hidden under the blankets. Your abdomen felt very snug, being tightly wrapped in gauze as well due to what you assumed was that wet feeling on your side from when you were under the rubble. The cut on your brow had a stitch and your lip was busted.

You could feel the tickle of Miguels breath against your upper arm, but you never looked over at him. His left hand was gripping your thick tricep like a lifeline while his right remained intertwined with yours. You refused to look at the man, and rightfully so. Had he been paying attention instead of getting distracted by god knows what, you wouldn't be in this uncomfortable situation. "Summary?" You asked Jessica in a raspy voice, your eyes were half-lidded as they focused on Pavitr's sleeping figure.

Miguel answered for Jessica. It ticked you off. You didn't want to hear his voice right now. "Sprained ankle, laceration in your right side, two fractured ribs, three broken, grade three concussion, gash in your right thigh, fractured knee cap, and a few cuts and bruises," Miguel replied quickly, "your lung collapsed, so you had a chest tube in but it was removed yesterday morning." You had a question on the tip of your tongue, but you knew Miguel would answer it before Jess could. "You've been out for six days." Miguel murmured, unknowingly answering said question. "We were worried sick." Bullshit. You had to resist the urge to say it aloud. This wouldn't have happened had he been paying attention and heard at least one of your three call outs.

Jess could see the anger flickering in your narrowed eyes as you focused on Pavitr again in an attempt to calm your nerves. She could feel your fingers twitching against her hand as you took quiet breaths. She was sure Miguel could feel the motions in your fingers too, since the man had his hand tightly threaded with yours. You didn’t have energy to be angry right now. You could feel a wave of exhaustion coming over you, making your eyelids heavier than they already were. You succumbed to the feeling, your eyes slowly shutting.

‘He didn’t even look at me.’ Was a repetitive thought in Miguel’s head over the next few weeks. He took notice in that behavior. How could he not? He didn’t blame you, but it didn’t stop him from feeling a flicker of jealousy when he saw you and your goddamn face on the cameras and how you looked at all the spider people who visited you with kindness. You even gave little smiles to a few with that pretty face of yours—Fuck, he needed to talk about that.

Miguel didn’t get too many chances to visit you throughout the weeks and when he did manage to, you were already asleep by the time he got there. He’d pull a chair next to your bed, staring at you in ways he didn’t could only dream of compared to when you were awake. He'd spend a few hours every other night just… analyzing you. Counting every vein that traveled up your forearm, staring at the thick lashes on your lower waterline, the broad chest that peeked out of your hospital shirt—Gods, how could you be equal parts pretty and handsome?

Tonight was the same routine, Miguel had snuck into the medical wing way past visiting hours, slinking into your hospital room. He stood in the doorway, listening to the quiet whistling sound your nose made when you inhaled as confirmation that you were asleep. He stepped in, sliding the door shut behind him before grabbing a chair at the entry, picking it up and gently setting it on the floor at your bedside.

He took a seat before pulling a small metal object from his pocket. A nail clipper. Miguel had noticed that your nails had gained a bit of length, not much, but enough for him to notice. Definitely not because he wanted a reason to touch your hands. He carefully sat himself on the edge of your hospital bed before gently lifting your hand that still had an IV in it.

The horny bastard nearly moaned at how heavy your hand felt in his. How were you so strong? You barely had free time to work out with how often you were hunting anomalies and there was no way chasing those guys alone would be enough, right? He carefully set your hand on his thigh, the warmth emitting from you causing a smile to spread across his face. Gods, this felt wrong.

The room was silent besides the occasional clicking noise of the nail clipper as he worked through your first hand, making sure to carefully round the edges of your nails. Your hands were so nice, saliva pooling in Miguel’s mouth that he had to swallow down as he ran the pads of his fingers over every vein that traveled up the top of your hand. His mind was wandering and god your fingers were thick. The thoughts came before he could stop them, imagining you sliding your heavy digits into his mouth, coating them in his saliva before sliding them inside him one by one—

Miguel leaned over you, gently lifting your untreated hand to rest in his before he began repeating the same ministrations he gave to the first. The closer proximity made the scent of you in his nose even stronger. Your musk was a bit of everything: comforting, arousing, warm, familiar. If he could have it as a cologne, he would. ‘Fuck, is something wrong with me?’ Miguel thought to himself as he leaned towards you, his nose inching closer to the pulse in your neck.

He couldn’t help himself, gently laying your hand back in its original position before dipping down, pressing his nose against the delicate skin of your neck. ‘Something’s wrong with me.’ He inhaled deeply, having to suppress a moan in his throat at the smell of you. He planted his hands next to your hips. Oh my god, speaking of which, your hips just seemed to move so fluidly with you when you walked. It wasn’t like you were just blatantly swaying them, but Miguel noticed the way they seemed to rise and lower in sync with your bulky thighs as you moved around his office.

‘You’re tempting me on purpose, you have to be.’ Miguel thought to himself as he indulged further, letting the tip of his cold nose press against the side of your throat as he breathed you in. ‘I’ve never acted like this about anyone in my life before. Why’re you so easy to obsess over?’ Miguel found himself watching the medical wing’s security cameras in his time, watching as you walked in the hall with Jess, using the wall as a slight support. You looked like a leviathan in the hallway, your tall, broad stature taking up a large portion of the hall and dwarfing Jessica. You had no idea how arousing just the sight of you was.

Miguel’s thoughts were cut off by the feeling of your firm, calloused hands wrapping around his waist, spreading your warmth to those areas. Miguel nearly choked on his breath, absolutely refusing to meet your gaze right now. He couldn’t look you in the eyes. God no. You just caught him in the fucking act.

Miguel kept his head tucked under your chin, a warm feeling coiling in his gut at the realization that your hands wrapped nearly entirely around his waist. How the hell was that even possible? The man was 6’9 yet you managed to make him feel small. How were you even possible? Oh my god, he couldn’t even imagine the view you’d get if you were to wrap those hands around his waist, keeping him in place as you pounded into hi—

“Miguel.”

You felt your hand twitch at the feeling of something cold brushing against your neck. A nurse? Or maybe just a nip of the cold breeze that carried throughout the wing? Nope. ‘Y/n.’ You weren’t thinking that. Why would you repeat your own name? Oh right, you aren’t alone in your body. ‘Venom?’ There was a moment of silence in your conscious. ‘That… man is here again. The human. The weird one.’ ‘Miguel?’ A beat of silence yet again. Venom didn’t like saying the man’s name, preferring to lightheartedly insult him when describing him. You’d always brushed off Venom’s insistence that Miguel had a thing for you. ‘He’s touching you. Again.’ It’s voice was a hiss. ‘What?’

You woke up before you could get a response, your eyes quickly adjusting to the dark room, Miguel’s sturdy figure illuminated by the moonlight peeking into the room. You could feel him twitch and his breath catch when you wrapped your hands around his noticeably narrow waist. Why you chose his waist, you didn’t know, the motion being almost instinctual. You could tell he didn’t want to look at you. How could he, when you just caught him practically burying his face into your neck? You had to break the silence, as much as you hated speaking.

“Miguel.”

Silence in response to your husky voice. You slid your hands up his waist, gripping the sides of his chest before pulling him away, taking note of how your thumbs pressed into the plump edges of his pecs. Miguel’s eyes were trained on your neck as his hands rested against the large muscle of your shoulders. His face was red. So red. This wasn’t Miguel. This didn’t look like the man who so easily scolded others and had a resting bitch face for hours on end. Or at least it didn’t look like it.

“Miguel.”

Your voice was a lot firmer this time, catching Miguel’s full attention as he slowly looked up at you, an innocent look in his eyes. Who was this? Surely this wasn’t the leader of the Spider Society in your hospital room. Who was this little minx that slinked into your room while you were unconscious? “Explain yourself.” You wanted to say more, but the soreness of your throat said otherwise. “I-I was cutting your nails.” Miguel’s voice was shaky. You never heard the man like this before. “And?” You asked inquisitively. He was silent, his eyes darting between each of your sharper ones. “And I was… checking your pulse…?” Miguel’s voice was nearly silent now, an obvious hesitation in his voice.

“You’re a wonderful liar, boss.” You stared him down, your piercing gaze practically demanding an answer. “I was smelling you.” He whispered it so quietly, you almost didn’t pick it up with your still recovering eardrum. “Why?” “Because… because I missed you.” Miguel’s voice was a murmur. Missed you? Why the hell did he miss you? “You wouldn’t miss me if you had been paying attention.” You had to address the elephant in the room.

“Y/n—” “No. Explain to me. Because I called out to you thrice and I got zero response.” Not now, not yet. Miguel wanted this conversation to wait till you were fully recovered. His eyes darted to the door he came in through, but you quickly caught on, sliding your hands down to his waist again and tightening your grip. Oh fuck, Miguel had to suppress a whimper at the feeling. “I-I was busy with Lyla and—” “It’s an earpiece. You would’ve heard me. Meaning you either removed it or muted it. Explain why.” “Y/n, please, you should really just—” “What were you doing that was so important?”

Miguel’s mind was reeling. A part of him wanted to run from this conversation but the other was loving the sound of your voice and the feel of your firm grip on his waist. “Y-You should just go back to be—” “Shut up.” Gods, you had an authority in your voice that silenced him immediately. The feeling of your firm finger wrapped around his waist had him tensing his arms, pleading with his body to send the rushing heat elsewhere.

“Miguel. I will tell Lyla to pull up the cameras in your office myself. Or I’ll send Venom to.”

There was no running from this. No way in hell. “I-I was touching myself.” There. It was out now. He said it. Were you happy? Who knows, cause Miguel screwed his eyes shut the moment he said it. “Touching yourself…” Your voice was lower, and had a hint of anger and confusion in it. “Yes.” Miguel practically gasped out the word, his face flaming in his embarrassment. He’d rather just tell the man then have him watch it himself on the cameras. “You expect me to believe that? That you were touching yourself? We were talking and then suddenly you went radio si—…Miguel.” Fuck, fuck, fuck. You connected the dots. Miguel wanted to crawl into a hole.

“Explain it. Now.” Miguel was quick in his response. “Y-You were breathing, and every fucking piece of audio was picked up, and-and I felt this heat in me. And then you groaned and I just—I just…” Your grip tightened around his waist again and Miguel couldn’t help it, letting out a soft whimper at your touch. “You couldn’t help yourself.” You murmured. Miguel nodded his head in shame, opening his eyes again, though they remain focused on your neck again.

“Miguel.” His eyes snapped up to yours, an unmistakable heat in your husky voice. “Go lock the door.”

Miguel stood so quickly that the chair next to your bed nearly got knocked over.

So… are we feeling a part two? 😏 or was this ass? Cause I’ll stop rn. Lmao.

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MR KRAAAAAABS I HAVE AN IDEAAA 🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️😇😇😇 plspls may i request a part 2 of reader faking her emotions, that reader x nikolai one shot yk 🦍🦍 bit unfortunately we get the bad ending ☹️☹️ she just snaps one day, grabs a rope and 😭 (i have a cinematic trauma since most of my favorite characters hanged themselves) (ily sayori<3)

Feel completely free to ignore this 🙏 and if ur accepting it take your time 😇🙏

tw suicide attempt. please, do not keep reading if this kind of content triggers you.

Nikolai with a reader who archives his goals. (p2? bad ending lmao)

✧ pairing: Nikolai Gogol x Fem!Reader

✧ word count: 1.3k

✧ contents: sfw, angst?, obsessive and controlling Nikolai, slight manipulation, reader is referred to as "princess" once. (if I missed anything, please tell me)

✧ author's note: idk if this is as good as the first one :(( spoiler: I didn't write the reader dying, close, but no,,, hope u still enjoy it either way<3 btw, you mean sayori from dokidoki, right? I never played dokidoki, but I like Monika…….🧎‍♀️ sayori seems nice though! she's cute 🫶

Nikolai has been very clingy after what happened— He was always near you, touching you; holding your hand, having an arm around your waist, wrapping his hand around the back of your neck and rubbing circles on your skin, or hugging you from behind.

His hands needed to be on you, afraid that the second he's not watching, you'll disappear from his life.

When he's not physically there, your phone vibrates almost every five minutes with a message from him asking how are you doing, what class are in you right now, if you have eaten— Stuff like that.

There wasn't any second you could be alone, and it was becoming more and more overwhelming.

Of course, you understand that he's worried and that he doesn't want to lose you; but this is borderline obsessive, and as much as a part of you likes being taken care of, another part of you is afraid that this might get even worse.

He was trying to tie you with him; sinking you deeper into the darkness of the cage that was holding you back. The cage of your emotions.

You didn't know it, but he even has a location tracker that shows him on his phone exactly where you are— It eases his mind because what if, after knowing that there wasn’t a way out, you try to be free by other methods?

Nikolai knows you won't dare to kill him like he is was planning to do with Fyodor; There was no possible scenario in which you would stab him to death or poison his food. Plus, he could easily see through your intentions and it won't be easy to kill someone like him.

But you could hurt yourself.

If it wasn't him, then the only way to be free was by shutting down your whole system. By ending your life.

Of course, he was not going to let it happen. He's going to be watching your every move until he's sure you won't do something risky like that.

For now, he is taking good care of you.

“Whatcha doing? I'm about to go home. I want to make a quick stop to buy you snacks.”

You giggle on the other side of the phone and that's enough to make Nikolai excited. He wanted to be in your arms, smooching your face, feeling your warmth, hearing you laugh. God, his heart is beating too fast right now.

“I'm just… doing nothing.” You walk around the apartment as you speak with him, trying to sound excited.

“I miss you, baby. Can't wait to cuddle with you today…”

Ah, you hated how inevitably you felt warm and fuzzy inside.

“You love me, right, dove?”

Yes, you do. You love him so much that it's suffocating you. Nikolai is suffocating you. But you can't help but need more of him, his attention, his love, his touch. All of that awakens a bunch of emotions that you wish to get rid of so badly.

“Mhm… I do.” You whisper, and you can hear him giggle through the speaker.

“Wait for me, love.” He smooches the screen of his phone before ending the call, then, you throw your phone to the couch.

It seems like Nikolai didn't notice.

Suddenly, Tears rolled down your cheeks. You place your hand over your mouth to muffle your sobs as the crying intensifies to the point where your chest hurts and your knees buckle, making you fall to the floor. You curse under your breath for being so fragile.

God. Why this fucking feelings don't stop even before your last breath? Why do they only get worse? Love, anger, sadness, disgust. It's all so overwhelming that you're starting to feel dizzy and nauseous.

Slowly, you stand up, still trembling and with small steps you walk to your room, finding the rope you placed on the bed a few minutes ago before Nikolai called. A small breathy chuckle leaves your lips, but it sounds more like a broken whimper.

You stand before the bed, grabbing the rope with trembling hands, caressing the material— The image of Nikolai's face after he comes home, opening the door of the room to meet with your lifeless body, is stuck in your mind.

How his eyes would widen, how he would desperately pull you out of the rope and hold you in his arms, close to his chest as he cries and curses himself for not being able to do something to stop you. His knuckles would caress your cheeks while his tears fell to your face.

The thought of it hurts your heart.

A part of you wants to stay, to keep enjoying your time with him, however, the pit in your stomach was becoming unbearable.

You felt pity for Nikolai.

But you'll finally enjoy that freedom you wished so much, you'll finally get rid of these emotions that consume your very soul, you—

“Think you can escape me, huh?”

A deep voice tickles your ear, and the second you turn around you find Nikolai smiling, as if the sight in front of him was amusing. You instinctively take a step back, letting out a yelp as you fall to the bed.

“Darling, you know that is not the way to cope with your temporary problems.”

How did he get here so quickly when a few minutes ago you were on a call with him?

Right. Nikolai has his coat. Probably he ended up noticing your fake excitement and decided to go home to check on you first instead of going to a supermarket and buying you snacks.

He crawls to the bed, taking the rope from your hands and throwing it away.

“I told you, didn't I? You won't leave me.”

Nikolai's voice gets deeper as he speaks. He seizes your jaw a bit too harshly. Glaring down at you with a serious expression only to lean down and kiss your lips, then the tip of your nose, and finally your forehead.

“It hurts me… that you want to leave me so badly…” He snorts, looking away from you and biting his lower lip, holding back from something that you weren't exactly sure.

You look away as well, feeling ashamed, among many other emotions that curse your body right now.

What if Nikolai hates you now?

That was even worse— If the only human being that cares about you hates you, you wouldn't bear the pain that'll come along with that.

As your brain keeps creating possible scenarios that might happen after this incident, tears spill from your eyes down your cheeks and you hide your face with your hands; palms muffling the small sobs that escape your lips like before.

Suddenly, you feel a weight on top of you.

You peek through the gap of your fingers and meet with Nikolai’s face nuzzling against your chest; his nose tickling your collarbone. Large and strong arms that had carried you like a princess before, are now wrapped tightly around your waist.

“Don't leave me… I love you so much, please…” He whines against your skin, almost as if he wants to sink inside you and be enveloped in your embrace. “Please, dove, pleasepleaseplease…”

Another sob leaves your mouth— Nikolai's fingers clutch around your ribs, nails almost digging desperately into you.

Slowly, you slide your hands to his back, rubbing it in small circles as you keep crying against the top of his head, his white locks feel soft against your cheek.

Instead of comforting you, he was the one being comforted.

“You're not going anywhere, are you?” He looks up at you. It didn’t sound like a threat, but you knew it actually was.

You shook your head; it's not like you have an alternative.

Nikolai sighs, nuzzling back against you and closing his eyes. After noticing you stopped caressing his back, he nudges your side as an indication to keep doing it.

“…Dove, you’re mine… If anything, I should be the one to take your life away from you…” He mumbles, giggling as your breath hitches at his words.

You can't escape him anymore.

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Because why not

Yandere sister location headcanons (general):

(warning!: The following contains mentions of murder, obsessive behavior, and unhealthy themes. If you uncomfortable with any of this please go read something else)

Circus baby 🍦:

🍦 OMG this girl

🍦she's a handful even without the Yandere part, she's manipulative, clingy, and just a menace over all.

🍦 she'll manipulative you, your friends, HER friends without any Shame. She thinks she's knows what's best for you.

🍦 honestly doesn't matter what you look like, you could be still wearing your pajamas and she still thinks your the most beautiful/handsome creature she's ever seen 💀

🍦once you actually get to know her though she's not all that bad. Just a little.....strange

🍦 although the next time you see her she seems much more happier then usual.

🍦que all your friends going missing

🍦just....don't check those extra springlock suits ok?

"you came to see me? How sweet..."

Funtime Freddy 🎉:

🎉 oh jeez....have fun with this one. Now I personally don't think he is AS sadistic as everyone thinks but just more forceful and annoying.

🎉 but still sadistic just not to you.

🎉 I picture him as a clingy, playful and possessive yandere. He almost never leaves you alone. Going to the kitchen for a snack? Let him come, He'll get a snack to! Doing repairs? Oh he'll come to, he knows lots about mechanical machines! Let him help. Your not even safe in the bathroom 💀. No matter where you are he is at least outside the door.

🎉 at one point him and his hand puppets (bon bon and bonnet) even followed you home one time. Now he can really be with you!

🎉 he is also very physically affectionate, like hugs and cuddles. But he ends up being....rather rough with his affection.

🎉 that being him accidentally breaking your spine because he hugged you to tight. He doesn't let go immediately either...

"hey bon-bon Look, it's our new friend~! I wonder what game I should play with them today~"

Funtime foxy 🌹:

🌹Jesus Christ have mercy on my soul 💀 🙏

🌹 this dude...he's probably the worst out of all of them. He's clingy, possessive, obsessive, and a attention whore 💀.

🌹he litterly wants you to pay attention to him no matter what your doing, and purposely messes you up because he's angy you didn't look at him immediately.

🌹he's petty like that, he has no shame.

🌹like F.freddy he likes to follow you around, but he's WAY more annoying though. If your a technician he constantly fakes things to get your attention. Doing a check up on ballora? He's complaining (dramatic lly) about how his joints are stiff and he can't perform. He's even put Funtime Freddy out of (temporarily) out of commission cause you had to fix his voice box instead of watching his show. It's just 'how dare you >:( '

🌹the moment you do turn to him though he gets so excited, his tail starts wagging and he's acting all innocent and nice for you.

🌹 (cough) narcissist (cough)

🌹the chances are he's followed you home before, he's surprisingly good at stalking for such a loud bot.

"why weren't you at my show!? You had to fix circus baby...? Nonsense! She's fine >:/ "

Ballora 🩰:

🩰 I love her so muchhh 💙💙💙

🩰 but on to the headcanons. She's a manipulative Yandere, more on a smaller scale really.

🩰 she does it mainly for your safety, aka circus baby's plan. And she won't hesitate to kidnap you so the others won't hurt you. She surprisingly knows quite a bit about humans: emotions, mental health, anatomy...ext...

🩰 honestly she's more of a mother figure then a love Interest...

🩰 but she can't help it, she worries when your not there :(

🩰 she definitely has the minireenas spy on you for her. She's not trying to be creepy she's just making sure your ok and if there's anyone she needs to get rid of

🩰 she's definitely the best yandere in this group, more or less harmless really.

" would you like to dance with me dear?"

Ennard 🤡:

🤡 so first of all this dude is B.I.P.O.L.A.R

🤡 he has his own personality than the other Funtimes, but his emotions change according to how the others inside of him react.

🤡 if he's playful it's most likely to be Funtime Freddy he's channeling. If he's serious then it's mostly ballora or his actual persona.

🤡 but he's mostly just a clingy, possessive, and serious yandere.

🤡 much like F.foxy and F.freddy he likes to follow you around to either see you or to get your attention (unlike them it's mostly stalking though.)

🤡 at one point it's likely he will (sorta) kidnap you. It's more like just trapping in your own home really.

🤡 he has a bit of anxiety that you'll abandon him, most of the Funtimes have abandonment issues due to being stuck in that facility for so long. He sees so many come and go.....but never stay.

🤡 he gets really anxious when your not there...it's ballora peaking through with her anxiety

🤡 he's not as physically affectionate as F.foxy and F.freddy might be, but his love language is definitely quality time.

🤡 but be careful, he's not the most stable...

"I hope your not escaping again, I will find you"

Lolbit 📺:

📺 omggggg

📺 this is the biggest simp ever to exist, he definitely worships you.

📺 he's an AI made to help the technicians and maintenance, but was scrapped due to Elizabeth's dissapearence like the rest of sister location.

📺 the abandonment issues are strong with this one, he fears you might get scared or hate him and leave.

📺 he's obsessive, clingy, and worshipping type yandere. He's just so happy he met you, he finally won't be alone! And most of all, he won't be bored.

📺 he loves to cause chaos, always pulling pranks on F.foxy and circus baby. Those are his most frequent victims. Easy to say everyone (except ballora) hates him.

📺 he actually was a rather high view on ballora, he sees her as almost a parental type figure sometimes. Not much to say but their friends :)

📺 he will definitely convince you to take him home with you, that way he can trap you with him.

📺 he's pretty smart when it comes to robotics, he's gonna build himself a body so that he can finally touch you! :D

📺 nothing dirty, he just wants to give you a hug. But he's hacked litterly all of your devices before and knows everything about you! He'll tell you to, he's proud of himself.

📺 when he does get a body be prepared cause he's gonna wanna be with you every.single.moment.

📺 he's gonna make sure it has faux fur to, so you'll be more comfortable when he wants to give you affection.

📺 he'll do litterly anything you'll ask him to, not matter how extreme it is. Want someone dead? They've already been stuffed in a suit. Got a persistent ex who's been harassing you? Not anymore!

📺 he's litterly perfect for you, or...so he tries to be.

"oooh y/n~ look what I found online, I thought it would be perfect for you! What is it? It's a wedding dress silly~!"

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Bon bon and bonnet 💙🩷:

💙 bon bon is a worshipping and delusional yandere. He tries his best to calm his best friend down so that he doesn't accidentally hurt you! He definitely doesn't want that...

💙 he knows his behavior may be unhealthy he thinks that he's not doing anything wrong, that's the delusional part. What do you mean keeping you is kidnapping?! He's just speeding up the living process :)

💙 if your outwardly upset he understands that this may be scary but you'll get used to it eventually! It gonna be even worse if F.freddy is yandere to. You really aren't leaving...

🩷 bonnet is a harmless yandere: she knows she and the others can be overbearing that's why she's there! She'll be your emotional support :D

🩷 as long as your happy, she's happy. She does get anxiety when you leave though...

🩷 she's the one who's escaped the most probably, her anxiety got the best of her. She doesn't mean any harm! She just wants to make sure your ok...

"don't worry! You'll get used to us, we love you!"

"um...bon bon they don't look very pleased...maybe we should send them home :,) "

(give this woman a RAISE tho, she is seriously trying to save your ass 😔✋)

[orion4ever]

so first request 🤞

ahh, ive never done this before, so sorry if it's wrong :((( but could you please write 🙏

1) tamarack headcanons for an mc who is really shy

2) baxter drabble about waking up early for mcs birthday party

3) cove listening to mc ranting about their special interests, headcanons -🦊

Author’s note: Hello! AHH! Thank you for my first request. I would like to clear up a miscommunication; When I meant three characters at a time, I was referring to three characters but with the same prompt! I am sorry if I wasn’t clear! I decided to do the Baxter prompt but If you would like the other two then please don’t hesitate to request those separately anytime! ^^

Pairing: MC x Baxter Ward

🖤🤍

It was the morning of your birthday.

Baxter had stayed up all night to get all the final details for it done.

Your cake, your decorations, the location Every little detail to ensure that you, MC, Have a happy birthday.

That morning, he wanted to take you out of the apartment for a small brunch. Since the afternoon and evening would be a busy one for you!

He wanted to get up and start this birthday celebration with you.

But he was too comfy.

You two were in your shared bed; one of you was half awake, though. Baxter didn’t bother trying to get any sleep since he was up so late anyway.

Baxter rolled over to his side to face you.

You two have been through so much to get to this point. Once a man who wouldn’t stay to enjoy a party, he helped plan , just so that he wouldn’t make anyone uncomfortable, and he was now a man who was staying until the end.

He lifted a pale hand to lightly rub your shoulder, silently. He had the urge to close his eyes again, but then he heard a now-awoken voice.

“Good morning, Baxter,” you murmured, reaching over to caress Baxter’s face, which Baxter gently took, kissing your palm.

“Good morning and happy birthday, MC,” he replied, staring at you with a look of tired awe. “Are you excited for your birthday today? It's a big event,” he asked, earning himself a nod from you.

“Yeah. I know you and everyone put lots of work into this day. I wish I could’ve helped out a little," you chuckled. “Nonsense, it's your big day; relax, put your feet up,” he said, his voice groggy as he hugged you closer to him. “I want to show my appreciation for you staying with me for this long,” he said, putting his face on your shoulder.

“Aw, Baxter. You already show your appreciation by being with me.”

You felt his smile on your shoulder as he began to relax into your warmth again.

“But you know what you could do to show some appreciation?” You asked, earning an amused “Hm?’ from your faux black-haired boyfriend.

“If you told me what flavor you and Cove picked the cake.~”

“Ha, you are just going to have to wait for that appreciation at your party, darling.”

[simsdynastytree]

Hello, simmers!

I'd like to share with you in today's video our developments in terms of building a tree, namely I will show you in detail how to add partners on the tree.

The way of adding partners is different from what we are used to seeing before. The reason we came to it is to be able to make the tree more flexible. Now, if you need it and the story in your game requires it, you can even add partners for partners on the tree (I thought for a long time how to write it more clearly, but I couldn't find a more precise and beautiful description😂).

Yes, the realization took us a while, but the result really pleases me and I do not regret that we took such a difficult path. I hope you will like our idea as well.

We have already done that when pointing at the children, his parents are highlighted. We just need to tweak the location of the partners a little bit.

Enjoy your viewing ✨

P.S. I really apologize for my emphasis on the video, but I really wanted to record a video with voiceover to explain everything in more detail to you 🙏

[gunnrblze]

Thinking about writing teen Kick fanfic and I got very vivid ideas for the vibe but I am like so shit at outlining the plot and detailing it to late 90s-2000s tech cuz I was in the desert sand during that time

And since I love your aesthetics with the ghost boys, what do you think about;

Teen Kick:

owns a camcorder, takes it nearly everywhere he goes outside and enjoys making vlogs on tapes, mostly consisting of abandoned place explorations and attempts of paranormal activity caught on camera. (Marble hornets and analog horror inspired)

Obsessed with cryptids and critters, might not actually believe they're real but thinks they're such neat concepts and they're fun to talk about.

↑explains why he found himself exploring the woods and forestry around his mid-late teens

fascinated by weird sightings and loves recording shit to show off and ramble about to his friends, just passionate about his interests

Owns a flip phone or whatever good old fashioned cellphone during that time, would try to invite his friends over to go cryptid hunting, alien watching, or explorations w/ him

I'm stumped cuz I have a few stuff thatll be purely HCs like:

Nickname for him in his teenhood if Kick was his military callsign

Headcanon about which part of America he's from to pinpoint location and setting of the drabble

Tf happened in 90-2000s

Could you help me please🙏🙏 need headcanons<33 a lot of them

Ahh I love this idea! This all sounds so accurate for a fic like this. Teen Kick that takes a camcorder everywhere sounds so on brand, I can definitely see him having that ‘let’s go to this haunted/abandoned house…what do you mean why? Cause it’s fun’ energy lol. Alien/ghost hunting and cryptid sightings seem right up his funky alley.

As for his name/location, that can be difficult since you can literally make up anything you want lmao. But I like to hc him as being from somewhere around northeast USA that starts to teeter into the south, think Pennsylvania/New Jersey/West Virginia/etc. That would also explain his cryptid/alien/ghost loving behavior since there’s a lot of sightings and happenings in those areas. He gives me slight city kid vibes, but lived enough near the outskirts of whatever town to have been doing a bunch of rural exploring.

Since it’s implied that he’s a tech specialist for the Ghosts, I hc that growing up during the rise of technology was very influential in his career choices, and he probably spent a lot of time with stuff like this. I definitely see him with the camcorder here, and maybe a flip phone right around the turn of the century/early 00’s when they became popular. Probably spent a lot of time on some old clunky ass computer setup lol, gets flashbacks from the dial up internet sound like a true 90s kid. I think as tech kept advancing, he was always right on that shit, or at least he kept up with it.

Just some tidbits, but similar to Ghost/Simon Riley in the comics/‘09 Modern Warfare, I like to think maybe seeing 9/11 take place inspired his reasons to join whatever branch of the military he joined, seeing that as a teen would’ve def been very surreal, especially if he lived around that area. He also gives me big nerd vibes, was into all the sci-fi stuff around that time&prob played a lot of video games, had like a GameCube console or something lol.

Hope some of this helps! I love this fic idea and I hope you write it! <3

[trash-bats]

today turned into a whirlwind of emotions (in a good way, though!)

I started the day just staring sadly at the Sisters of Mercy Livenation page for the show on Wednesday, filled with a growing regret for buying cheap upper orchestra seats far away from the stage. I avoid pits to save money but also because of my chronic pain, but I was hit with the realization that this would be the best opportunity for me to try seeing Blaqk Audio in the pit since they're the openers and I can bail to a seated location right after they're done performing. I bought my tickets the day they went on sale because I had NO clue what the demand for this show was going to be like, but as it's gotten closer to the event a lot of the prices seemed to go down, and it was now only $17 more expensive to get a pit ticket over the mid ass seats I got. I considered just saying fuck it and buying a pit ticket for full price, but the other problem was that I invited a friend with me and I wasn't going to ditch her to run off to the pit & definitely couldn't afford two whole new tickets. But I was genuinely feeling really bummed over the predicament.

I was ready to just lie down and accept my fate, but my awesome, amazing, smart, hot wife decided to look into if Livenation offered ticket exchanges/upgrades. I just assumed that my only option was to attempt selling my existing tix and to buy new ones at full price, but lo and behold there IS an option to upgrade tickets! I didn't know how much it would cost at first & I had to wait until my friend responded to if she was okay with plans changing last minute, so there was a huge wave of anxiety -- but the friend approved, and the ticket upgrade was only $25 per ticket including fees. I had just gotten a decent Twitch payout this morning, so I said fuck it and went for it!

So now I'm here just like...absolutely buzzing over the change in plans. I did NOT emotionally prepare for getting to see Blaqk Audio from a potential front row spot, and here I am less than 48 hours away from it. I have this bad feeling that we're not going to get a national BA tour for a long time after this, so it felt like it's now or never when it comes to experiencing these performances from the front. I'm sure I don't have to state how important & emotionally overwhelming it is to be inches away from Davey Havok as he performs especially when he gets intimate with the crowd. I've only seen BA once and it was from the back of the venue, so this is a huge deal for me. It's also awesome because I have a friend who's as big a fan as I am traveling down for the show & now we get to experience it together (she did the same for the AFI show last month, but I was in seats and she was in the pit).

please please please send your thoughts and prayers that my chronic pain will not get in the way of me being able to enjoy this once-in-a-lifetime experience 🙏

[nicohischierz]

please write a part two for the cole mcward fic 🙏

it had been almost a month since the party and you had gone out of your way to avoid cole. well avoid him the best you can since you shared a house.

tyler has noticed the rift between the two of you as you chose to sit next to him and avoided cole at all costs. he felt as if it was his fault that you weren’t speaking to cole so he went over to talk to his captain.

so now tyler was laying on his captain's couch ranting about how he thinks he ruined your relationship. jake listened as tyler expressed his concerns and gave the freshman a squeeze on his shoulder.

"look dukes. y/n not wanting to hand out with us anymore is not your fault okay. honestly, it's cole's because everyone can see that girl is head over heels for him but him," jake explained.

"who's head over heels for who?" you asked.

tyler and jake scrambled from their positions to bring you in for a hug. "sorry for showing up unannounced but umm kate asked if I could get something from the store for her," you explained, holding up a bag of groceries.

the two boys nodded and allowed you to walk away from them. you placed the groceries in their proper locations before going to bid goodbye to tyler and jake.

you were still curious as to who they were talking about but as you tried to separate yourself from the group you thought it is better not to get involved.

"y/n/n, can i meet you at the cafe across campus tomorrow?" tyler asked. you looked at the younger boy before nodding. "I'll meet you there at 3:30 okay," you promised.

so there you sat in the coffee shop waiting for tyler to arrive. but instead, you were met by cole. your best friend took a seat in front of you and smiled. you usually loved that smile but at this moment you wanted nothing more than to wipe it off.

"what are you doing here?" you spat. cole wasn't expecting your hostility so he just raised his hands in surrender. "I'm just trying to figure out why my best friend has been avoiding me for a month," cole answered.

the two of you were lucky you were in public because you were contemplating murdering your friend at that moment. when you didn't answer, cole picked your hands in between his and forced you to look up at him.

"what's wrong?" he asked.

"i hate you. damn it cole i hate the way you make me feel and i hate that you don't see how much I hurt sometimes," you ranted. you grabbed your bag to walk away but cole stopped you.

your best friend got out of his spot and held your arm, turning you to face him. "don't leave me, please. i need you," he whispered.

"i needed you too cole. i needed you when my ex cheated on me and I still need you now. do you know how infuriating it is to pine over someone who will never feel the same way about you?" you asked rhetorically.

cole shrugged "i mean, i've been pining over this girl since I was a teenager but she doesn't seem to get the hint," he revealed.

you shook your head. you didn't want to believe him. sure this was what you had always wanted but now, you didn't want it anymore.

you tried walking away again but cole grabbed your arm again pulling you into his chest. without wasting another second cole brought you into a long kiss.

cole pulled away first but you just grabbed his scarf and kissed him again.

[effielumiere]

The Companion 8

Pairing: Park Jimin x Reader

Genre:Romance, Idol AU, Drama, Comedy, Angst, Soulmate AU (Began in chapter 5), Slow burn (ended)

Chapter Warning(s): ANGST! Couch? Couch. UNEDITED!

Legend: *Language barrier doesn't exist in the Dreamstate, will be explainedin the next chapter*

POV: 3rd 

Word count: 3.7k+ (parcel delivery: here's your order of 'More Angst' @sopejinsunflower ) lmao

A/N: Here's the dreamstate mini memory dump I mentioned and here's why Jimin doesn't want to sleep the same time as her (part of it mentioned in Chapter 7) and also why he's hesitant about being in one bed. AAAND a lot of Angst. Listen to Before You Go to get into the mood lol, and grab tissues. You'll need em. Please read the A/N at the end of the chapter hehe.

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High school - Soulmate 101

"Can someone tell me what will happen if you share the same sleeping location as your soulmate?" Jimin's professor asks, he looks up from his phone where he was texting Taehyung who was in the convenience store near the school waiting for the Jimin and his next class. The silence Jimin's professor received from the class simply answered his question.

"When you sleep as the same location as your soulmate," he started then grinned softly "Well, timezone's the same, but that's not what I meant when I said 'same location'. What I meant was the same bed, sleeping bag, couch or based on my experience; the same room."

Jimin's eyes widened when the man mentioned the word bed, but his eyes got wider if that was even possible.

"What happened?" Jimin couldn't stop himself from asking

"That was how I met my soulmate" he shook his head "No, let me rephrase that; that's how she met me. She remembered me when she woke up. And let me tell you, it was awkward because not only did she remember the dream from the night before, but all dreams prior to that."

Present day: Before bedtime.

'You're in trouble' -🐱

Jimin stared at the message Yoongi sent to him through their group chat, then he rolled his eyes as if to say 'Yeah, no shit hyung.'

'Let's hope she doesn't remember 🙏' -🐿

'Easy for you to say, when your soulmate happens to be an ARMY,' Jimin replied 'And you can't approach her without her screaming her head off

'Don't remind me,' -🐨

'It's still echoing in my head. I wish you approached her before we debuted. It would've been much more easier,' - 🐨

'You and me both, bro'-🐿

'Wait, Jimin. Aren't you supposed to be in the same bed as her right now?'-🐹

Jimin quickly snapped a selfie of half of his face and the shower head as he sat on the closed toilet bowl.

'What are you doing?' -🐻

'Hiding...'-🐥

'Why are you hiding?' -🐻

'Because'-🐥

'You're scared aren't you?' -🐨

'What?! No!'-🐥

'Then why are you hiding in the bathroom, you idiot'-🐹

'It might make things easier for you if she remembers everything, Jimin-ah' -🐿

'Hobi's right, but did you all forget? She won't remember him,' -🐱

'Oh, right,'🐻

'Someone remind me what happened again? I just woke up. I don't remember what happened to her-🐰

'Neither does she, apparently 🙄' -🐥

'Can't you just try to make her remember? Then meet up with her in the Dreamstate?'-🐰

'He could, but the question is: will she ever remember everything that went through before she was 22' -🐹

'21 in international age, hyung. Even if she does, Jimin wasn't part of her life physically. She only knew Jimin through the Dreamstate,'-🐨 Namjoon pointed out, making the chat go quiet only to get a sighing GIF from Yoongi

'You might want to try a different tactic tonight, Jimin-ah,'-🐨

All of their staff were fast asleep at this point, but the seven boys and Y/n were on the brink of falling asleep. Namjoon and Jin woke up from their slumber because of the continuous messages bombarding them from their group chat.

'You could stay with me,' Taehyung offered

'I can't just leave her here. There are cameras, and when they show all of us waking up one by one, or when a member wakes up the other, we're doomed. They'll wonder why there's one room vacant with not a single member there,'

'You do realise they can edit that out, right?' -🐰

'I don't care. That's just gonna be difficult. I'll take the couch,'

'Uh, Jimin-ah,' Namjoon says sleepily in a voice recording he sent to the group 'There's no couch in your area. We switched rooms remember?' Namjoon chuckles in a sleepy manner before he says 'Just stay in the bed with her and put a pillow in between the two of you, and don't show up in Dreamstate or hide or whatever. Make sure she doesn't see you,'

Present Day: Dreamstate

'So much for hiding' Jimin thinks as he stands in the doorway of the house, a place in the Dreamstate he's been avoiding for years, 'Let's hope she doesn't remember this tomorrow,'

"What are you doing there?" Y/n asks as Jimin looks around the house and the changes that weren't there the last time he stepped in, "Hey," she calls out to him again, this time catching his attention. Jimin's wide eyed glaze met hers and he finally remembered, 'she doesn't remember me'.

"Jimin," she calls after him and to say he was surprised was an understatement "Come in, I'm not gonna bite."

"You know me?" He asks as he slowly walks into the house, still looking around until his eyes land on a crocheted blanket half thrown on the couch, it had the mixture of the colors maroon and dark purple. He remembered starting that project, right after what happened that day and when he was done with it, he mailed it to her, but now he wonders, how did it get here?

"Duhh, I'm your companion," she half rolls her eyes, a habit she unknowingly got from him "I work for you; I should know my boss. Though I am wondering, how can I understand you? As in... fluently..." she trails off "This place is as weird as the day I arrived here,"

"Isn't that how dreams work?" He asks trying to make her believe that she really was in a random dream "You end up understanding whoever is in your dreams?"

"Not sure," she says as she sits on the couch "But, it's not my first time here. I've been able to move around in this house since I was 21. I thought it was some sort of sign that I'm too much of a homebody or something."

Jimin sat on the loveseat, still looking around; alienated but fascinated by how it changed, from the paint to the furniture to the pictures on the mantle, "You alright, Jimin?"

"Yeah, it's just that... I didn't expect you to approach me normally" he lied, then his eyes landed on her. "Why aren't you weirded out that I'm here?"

Y/n smiles then says, "I saw you before. 2019, I think, but you looked very different."

"How different?" He asks out of curiosity, letting his guard down.

"Blonde, drunk... I think, " she says, leaning back on the couch. He winces at the mention of his intoxicated state,"Skinnier," she says in almost a whisper. Jimin suddenly found the carpet interesting. He definitely didn't want to remember that part of his life. That specific week, to be exact. And he knew which moment she was talking about, he wasn't wasted; he was drunk enough to remember his actions though he had no control of his mouth and body, but in this one night, he had control of his words right after she faced him after all those years.

Dreamstate - September 2019 (Jimin, 23/ Yn, 21)

Jimin was fast asleep as soon as his head hit his pillow. He was stressed and wanted to get away from the world; from his life as an idol. He was stressed, depressed and angry, and despite his hyungs giving him quite the conversation after tonight's dinner. He went through the liquor cabinet and drank a few glasses of Yoongi's finest whiskey. He didn't expect it to hit him so hard considering he was one of the few members who had pretty good alcohol tolerance. He was knocked out cold, another thing he didn't expect was he was still drunk when he entered the Dreamstate.

"Ah fuck me," he grumbled "fucking perfect, just perfect" Jimin woke up in the Dreamstate in his usual spot behind a tree that was close to the sands of the beach, overlooking their dark house. Ever since he found that spot, it became a default that he would pop up there than in the house like he did when he was younger. It was almost as if the Dreamstate was a living environment that gave them full control on their decisions and requests. Hence, when they want something it would be given to them instantly  almost magically.

Jimin walked - more like stumbled - further away from the house and to the beach, and plopped his behind on the sand as he stared at the vast ocean of the Dreamstate. Slowly his eyes caught the attention of the sky where the millions of stars sparkled in the night like glitters and the crescent moon smiling at him like a mischievous Cheshire cat. As his drunken mind pictured the smile, he grew angrier and frustrated. He got up and stumbled on his feet as he got closer to the water.

"Are you fucking happy?!" He yelled at the sky, as if the Dreamstate was a person "You give her to me, only to take her away and now my life is slowly becoming ruined," cries as he kicked the sand multiple times, making it fly everywhere. Spotting a rock the size of his palm he grabs it at hurls it at the open water yelling with all his might.

Out of breath from thrashing around, he eventually falls to his knees as he looks up again at the stars heartbroken and in a small, feeble voice he asks "Why?"

Jimin leaned forward, resting his head on top his hands as he cried "Why are you punishing me like this? I did nothing but love her the day you gave her to me. Don't take her away from me, please. I beg you. I'll do anything. Just bring her back to me. I just want her back. Please."

Eventually, Jimin stopped crying and somewhat sobered up. Still kneeling, he wipes his hands on clean part of his jeans that didn't have sand. Slightly wobbling on his legs as he gets up, he wipes his face with his forearms as he turns towards the house. On his walk, he turns to the area where he made a mess and lost his mind, then something glowed in the sand catching his attention. Bending down he picks it up gently. He dropped it. Not again.

"You're a real piece of work, Park Jimin," he scolds himself as he puts the item in his front pocket amd continues his walk towards the house. Looking up at the front porch he stops in his tracks, his breath caught on his throat as he stares at the sight before him. As if someone poured iced water down his back, he stares in disbelief.

"Woah," he heard her say to herself in awe, not noticing his presence "It's so pretty," the lights of the house slowly open as if to welcome her, reminding him of the first time they met and all the lights turned on.

They were around the age of 12 Y/n said that the lights remind her of enchanted torches that would light someone's way, usually towards hidden treasure; some sort of blessing from God. The lights turning on in our house is a blessing from God or whatever Higher Power is out there. He didn't want to believe it but in that moment, he believed in her words. She was a blessing to him. She was his treasure. And the sight of the house lighting up for the first time in six months reminded him of her words. Y/n just finished looking around the other rooms when she walked to the living room where she spotted the floor to ceiling glass windows, next to a door that gave access to the beach. She stopped in front of the door when she spotted Jimin who looked at her with tearful eyes.

"Jagiya..." he croaked, voice hoarse from his outrage earlier, as their eyes met.

But Y/n just looked at him, slowly her eyebrows furrowed in question. 'Who's that?' She wonders, slightly tilting her head in wonder. Jimin knew that action well enough to know that the doctors were right. She doesn't remember him, that simply means it's far worse when she wakes up. Jimin quietly sobbed bowing his head as he let the tears fall from his eyes. He was exhausted. He's had enough for today. Slowly turning around he walks towards the beach as he wills himself to wake up, the Dreamstate let him leave only to hear the glass door if the front porch open and Y/n's voice calling after him, but not by his name. Hobi woke up to the sound of screaming and crying, the other members had come into his and Hobi's shared room after Hobi called for Namjoon and Jin to help. At first he was mumbling in his sleep, thrashing around then he stopped, only to start crying followed by the Jimin bawling in his sleep. He wouldn't wake up at first which scared all of them considering they knew what was happening and they didn't fully know if you could get stuck in the Dreamstate. The older members had a moment of pity and regret when Jimin wouldn't wake up despite them shaking him to wake up, Hoseok was behind Jimin slightly pulling him in a sitting position only for Jimin to slightly slide as he kept thrashing. The older members regretted scolding him in the dining table earlier that evening after he arrived home from Paris and his privacy was invaded by the paparazzi who created a scandal about him when all he wanted was time away from the world; time away to forget he was an idol even just for a few days, time to heal from what he was dealing with when the cameras weren't pointed at him, time to forget and pretend that he didn't have a soulmate who has been asleep for too long.

"Jimin-ah," Namjoon shook his shoulders, the others were trying their best too, tapping his thigh, his arms, wiping his tears away, holding his hand. Their hearts broke at the sight, never seeing anything like what happening to Jimin.

Over the years there were times Jimin would wake up angry probably from and argument with Y/n while in the Dreamstate, sometimes he would wake up with a sad look on his face and they would ask if he was okay he would simply say that he was happy he wasn't ready to wake up yet. It was rare sight to see him cry in his sleep, but this was the worst one.

"Hyung, wake up please," Jungkook tried waking him up "You're scaring us,"

"Hyung, call Bang PD-nim or Sejin hyung," Yoongi instructed Jin who felt the most guilty after scolding Jimin more than Namjoon did. He couldn't look away and Yoongi had to shake his arm to snap out if his frozen state. Taking his phone out with shaky hands he dials Sejin, the last thing he wanted was for the producer to panic.

"S-Sejin hyung?" He stammered as the manager picked up.

"Jin, it's too early-"

"Hyung, I'm really sorry to wake you, but Jimin..."

"What about Jimin?" He asks groggily

"He won't wake up, hyung," Jin cried, all the boy couldn't hold their tears back as they panicked "We're trying out best but he won't wake up from the Dreamstate,"

"I'm on my way," Sejin said in a clearer voice as if it woke him up.

"Jimin-ah, wake up," Taehyung kept shaking his best friend "Please,"

"I'm sorry for yelling at you, Jimin-ah," Jin said as he tried to wake Jimin.

"We're all sorry," Namjoon said " Please wake up."

As time passed, Jimin's thrashing diminished but now he was getting warmer under Hobi's palms.

"Jungkook-ah, get a towel and run it under cold water," he instructed the youngest. "Hurry, he's warm, too warm,"

Jin ran to the front door of their door as their doorbell rang. Sejin burst through the door as soon as it opened, with Bang Sihyuk right behind him and ran to Jimin and Hobi's room.

"Anything?" Sihyuk asked them only for Hobi to respond "He still won't wake up, but he fever started,"

"That's a good sign" he said as Jungkook handed the cold wet towel to Hobi.

"I don't understand, why is he getting sick?" Jungkook asked wiping his tears "He was alright when he went to bed"

"You never took the free classes that followed Soulmate 101, didn't you?" Namjoon asked him as he watched Hobi gently run the cloth on Jimin's face, neck and arms as an attempt to bring down the temperature. Jin and Jungkook stared at Namjoon as if he grew an extra pair of heads, "What? You mean there's more than one class?" Namjoon, Hobi and Taehyung nodded while Yoongi answered "It's a common phase when heartbroken and sad to go through sleepless nights according to a few studies, but being unable to wake up from the Dreamstate was rare. If it were common, a lot of people would be hospitalized for being stuck there. Getting sick is usually a sign that the heartbreak and sadness is coming to an end, but it could also be a sign of anger and devastation. The upside is, getting sick also means that there's a possibility of waking up soon."

Yoongi's explanation made Jin and Jungkook's head want to explode, but it made sense. "That explains why you got really sick last time,"

"Yeah, we met my soulmate for the first time in the Dreamstate and I raised my voice by accident," Jin nodded "It upset her too much that she woke up, but instead of her getting sick I got sick because of the guilt and panic that she would reject me. She didn't show up until a week after I got sick."

They stared at Jimin as he started mumbling in his sleep, causing Namjoon to start shaking his shoulder again.

"Jimin-ah, wake up, kid" he whispered "Everything will get better, I promise. Wake up for us please. We're deeply sorry for what we did and what you're going through," With no response from Jimin's sleeping form, Jungkook left briefly to find another face towel to soak in cold water, but the reason behind it was he wanted to cry away from the eyes of his hyungs.

Present day: Dreamstate

"You're wrong," he tried to lie "I'm simply a manifestation of your mind; your subconscious"

"Huh?" Y/n huffed l, not believing him "Then why aren't you Namjoon instead," Jimin shrugged with a look on his face that said 'You tell me'.

"Jimin was probably the last person you saw, or" he paused dramatically, "He was probably the last person on your mind before you fell asleep,"

Y/n avoided his eyes guiltily, 'Gotcha' Jimin smirked triumphantly, "So you think about him?" He question "Is it often? If so, how often?" he leaned forward comically as if he was gossiping. Y/n scoffed leaning back in her chair, "Don't be ridiculous," he mirrored her actions.

"Y/n, be serious," he continued to mock her the way he would do to Jungkook, but in his head he was relieved that she momentarily forgot about him being familiar to her in the Dreamstate.

"I haven't had a visitor here before," she said quietly, almost in a whisper "Could you explain why I saw you years ago?" Jimin gulped, but kept his appearance up "I won't be able to answer your question about that, honestly. Because, I don't know either. You've probably seen a music video or picture of Jimin before." He shrugged again.

She hummed in agreement "Most probably,"

"So, why did you manifest me here?" He asks her

"You tell me, what the fuck are you doing here?" She bursted meeting his eyes.

"Ah," he sighed frustrated, raising an eyebrow at her. Something he'd do before he broke out in satoori, she recognised, but strangely enough the heavy satoori scolding didn't happen, insteadshe understood it fully "Don't curse. This is a peaceful place to be, don't stain it with your foul mouth,"

"Alright... Jimin," she said, eyeing him "since you're just a manifestation of my subconsciousness. You probably remember more than I do. Tell me what you know,"

'Fuck' Jimin cursed in his head repeatedly 'Ah shit... Yoongi hyung was right. I'm in trouble,'

Jimin hummed as he pretended to think about it, a finger tapping his lips, "And what good will it do to me? Any benefits from spilling your old memories? Or at least details,"

"It's more of a selfish thing," she said "Pity me, I've been here almost everyday for the past what? Three years? I don't know a single thing about this place; I'm about to lose my mind. Spare me a few details,"

"Okay," Jimin dared after a minute "Under one condition,"

"Name it," she accepted without missing a beat.

"It's pretty cliché, but since you accepted it... when you're awake, and if you feel like you're falling for Jimin or if you remember anything... or everything. Kiss him," he said. "And I don't mean peck on the lips. A real kiss."

"Of all the things," she scoffed "Why that?"

"Because deep inside you're curious and it might ease your mind," he hoped for both of them

"More like, it will get me fired," she rubbed her hands on her face in frustration

"We both know that's not true," Jimin leaned again to reach for her hands. When his hand made contact with hers, she jumped at the sensation of his hands. It felt real. She took his hands gently in hers, it felt the same way they held hands when she fixed his cufflinks. Now her curiosity was through the roof.

"Okay," she gave up.

"Good," he sighed as he looked at their interlocking hands as she explored every line on his hands like a fortune teller would, "We start tomorrow,"

"What? Why? Why not now?" She asked, startled. Jimin cocked his head towards the glass windows with a soft smile, it was sunrise. "Oh," she said sadly, seeing the sight "Fine," she sighed, looking up to his eyes that held more emotions than what she think her subconsciousness would've held. But then again, what does she know. She doesn't remember anything before she woke up in September of 2019.

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A/N: Hi, sorry for the long wait. I've been busy with work, but I'm kiiiiinda back. I'm gonna prioritise this fic because we're close to the end...sadly. Please let me know if I forgot to tag you. I'm so sorry if there were any errors. I wrote this baby on my phone because my laptop decided to say annyeong ugh. Don't forget to like the story, reblog and lemme know your reactions. You can feed my ask box too. I'm very responsive to stuff like dat lol. Also, thanks for still being here even though it's been a while since I updated. It means a lot to me.

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[hersurvival]

I'm heart broken cuz it's been a month and a few days since my aunt passed away on the night of my college graduation at that, and then it was the anniversary of the 2 years since my dog violently passed away in front of me for some reason the vet listened to his symptoms and suspects it was a sudden heart attack but also I'm heartbroken because I was almost choked out too all because my door no matter what, is creaky. There's no specific special way to turn the knob and slowly close the door to make it not creak anymore. 🫠 let alone the college suddenly has a system error showing I haven't graduated. And I was called a liar and treated horribly and no one will call me back or return my emails. To try and get my diploma. I worked my ass of for 2 years fir that irs not fair the solution thrown at me was just take the course to get that missing credit when I had an advisor set up my whole degree plan so I could just take the courses in peace since I got bad social anxiety.

That kinda turned to a trauma dump but you asked what happened 😭 so ik you were expected sad shit but now I feel like my life just be doing sad all extra here recently.

*sometimes it's funny like rn its funny. Earlier when I was doodling and ruined my doodle it was not funny.* but I keep it pushin 🫸 I got goals to make 💯

My poor baby!! 😭 Oh my goodness, this is too much for one person. Please, you are always welcome to trauma dump anonymously or dm me if you'd like to talk, don't try to get through everything on your own ❤️

I am unbelievably sorry for the loss of your aunt, especially on such a huge day of your life. And then for the college to fight you (I did get your new ask about college being fixed, SO YAY) and make the entire situation so much harder than it needs to be.

And your dog 😭 I know how special dogs are and I am sorry he is gone.

Keep pushin' and reach those goals! And the next time someone puts hands on you, drop your location. I've been looking for a fight, I got you 😤

For real, though. That is absolutely unacceptable in any circumstance. ANY. But a creaky door? WTF. I hope you know you didn't deserve that, no one deserves violence like that. Stay safe, anon, I'm going to worry about you 🙏

[victoriapokefashion]

Introduction Post

My friends had their own Rotomblr blogs, and like, Onyx has been asking me to make one, so might as well

I'm Victoria. I'm a fashion designer, pokemon Performer, and elite trainer located in the Galar region. Pleasure to meet you all ;). I'm just here to show of the lovely designs I've made and the like.

Of course, we can't forget about my team

Aren't they just sweethearts? Of course I could talk about them all day, but I don't want this post to be too long. But expect to Earl and Arthur the most, since they're the ones most curious about my little blog (good taste for both of them, obviously)

Rules/Things to know

Not really sure rule, but yeah, I restarted Calli's account. I also renamed her Victoria, because it fits better. Old blog had bad vibes and I didn't really feel like I was roleplay8ng her, because she can actually be a little rude and bitchy, and I was too scared to be mean lol. Also, a lot of stuff about her canon changed, and it felt weird roleplay on her old account. But, I'm leaving it up, and it's @pokedesignercalli if anyone wants to see it.

Anyways, actual rules!

-NO NSFW. While Victoria is 18, the mod is not, and is still a minor. I also want this blog to be accessible to everyone, and other than a maybe a couple of suggestive jokes, this blog isn't going to be NSFW or take any NSFW asks. That includes gore! No gore in my inbox please!

-Requests might not always be awnsered right away since this is a side blog, and I'm not always drawing fashion stuff. Please he patient if you can 🙏

-If your blog has the default tumblr logo, no posts, no description, or just posts porn, you will be blocked. I apologize to any real people there, but it's just to prevent bots from taking over my account (like last time)

-Idk shit about fashion irl. I just do things that I think look nice. There's not going to be anything groundbreaking here, lol

-This blog is run by the same person who runs @quillpokebiology , @historianofgalar , @gym-leader-onyx , and @pokemonpetfinder , and all these blogs take place in the same universe. My main art blog is @mintaikk and my main blog is @mintaikcorpse if you're curious about this as well.

[that-culdesac-kid]

PRETTY PRETTY PLEASE teach us how to access the game script files🙏🙏 There is this one outcome I’ve been dying to reach and I gotta figure out which variables can help me with that but only if you feel like it of course no pressure it’s all chill 👍👍

Sure thing! In fact, I already answered a similar ask to this one before. You can read the post here, but basically, you have to extract the script files from archive.rpa (it's stored in there) and decompile the rpyc scripts to rpy so you can actually see the script.

That sounds pretty complicated, but the thing is, there are already tools out there that can do all the work for you. The one I use is unren.bat. All you need to do is drag and drop it into the olnf file, type a number to choose a command, and just wait until the process is completed.

If you also want to use unren.bat, here's the download link and here's a little video of me showing you how I used it:

Make sure to open the rpy file instead of the rpyc. Rpyc is a compiled version of rpy, and you can't view the script in it as it will only look like gibberish if you open it normally (but you can use rpyc viewer to see it). As for the rpy, you can open it with any text editing software like word or notepad, but I use vs code so it's easier for me to differentiate the narration and dialogue from the code.

If you look closely, you'll notice that olnf's prologue script is separated in different files. I think this might be a current thing due to the demo being updated part by part(?). But yeah. Since it might be a little confusing to know where a specific scene is located, here's a general summary of each prologue parts to help you locate the scene you're looking for:

prologue : from the start of the prologue until the point you reach the crossroad

prologue_qiu : the entirety of the scene where you meet Qiu (the right path)

prologue_tam : the entirety of the scene where you meet Tamarack (the left path)

prologue2 : from when you walk back to the cul-de-sac until the time you get into the house and see the welcome home doormat

prologue3 : from the evening scene in the new home until the morning where you walk with Qiu to Tamarack's house

prologue3b : from the scene of you inviting Tamarack to walk to school until the time you arrive at the school

prologue4a : from the point you walk into the class until the scene of you going to your desk with Tamarack

prologue4b : from when you sit down as the class is starting until the scene of Qiu showing his trash gift to Tamarack

prologue4c : from the scene of you meeting Darren until the end of the public demo