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jadeslashes · 11 months

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DBD request:

The killers (The Shape, Trapper, the Wraith and your choice 😘) having an unhealthy obsession with the newest survivor (female if you don't mind?)

includes: the trapper, the wraith, the huntress, the ghost face, the doctor, the legion (just frank), the artist, the cenobite, the executioner, the shape & the knight.

warnings: stalking, obsession, unhealthy relationship dynamics, you get the idea. no smut but still mdni.

note: first dbd request, thanks pookie <3 and bc this is my first dbd request, i'm just gonna include all the killers i write for :)

🔩﹒TRAPPER ꜜ﹒⟡﹒

obsession at first sight, evan has absolutely no plans of letting you get away from him, no matter what he has to do

even if it hurts you, he'll lay traps in your path to ensnare you so he can throw you up over his shoulder, have you in his complete control

and once you're in the basement, you know that there's no escape from him whatsoever

all of his traps are laid so there's no chance of rescue, and he faces you hanging from the hook that he's mercilessly thrown you on, glad to have successfully trapped his prey

🔔﹒WRAITH ꜜ﹒⟡﹒

philip finds himself using his guise of invisibility to keep an eye on you far more often than he himself even intends, crossing paths with you when he doesn't even mean to

whenever you're alone, you catch him sweeping by in your periphery, or hear in the distance a bell chiming

he notices your anxiety mounting with every second that he's watching, and in a way he almost feels bad about it

and when he's ready to chase you down, he'll ring his bell, almost in a taunting sort of way as you run from him

but he won't stop until he's got you

🪓﹒HUNTRESS ꜜ﹒⟡﹒

almost always, her first instinct when she sees survivors is to use her strength and speed, her hunting ability, and throw hatchets, anything to down them and bring them under her mercy

but the way she feels about you is almost similar to the way she feels about the children she couldn't bring herself to kill

something throws those instincts to the side when she sees you, she can't place what exactly it is, but she can't ignore it

💀﹒GHOSTFACE ꜜ﹒⟡﹒

he's always meticulously stalked people, gotten to know them without their knowledge down to the very last detail without their knowledge of his presence

but with you, his usual routine of becoming intimately familiar with victims for the purpose of killing them was interrupted, killing you was not necessarily his intent

unnaturally quickly, he knows details about you that few others pick up on, and you constantly question whether you're really alone

🩻﹒DOCTOR ꜜ﹒⟡﹒

considering the fact that he's completely sadistic, being his obsession is harrowing, beginning to end

especially because he doesn't see these feelings toward you as something he should allow to grow, he doesn't see it as any sort of love or anything romantic, which gives him only one conclusion that he needs to reach

he needs you dead, but he's going to drag it out, make it satisfying for himself, and the way to do that is to drive you mad, and make the process as torturous as possible

every scream of yours fuels him to keep going until his brutal torture is finally done, and by that point, he might even find that he'd gotten so caught up in torturing you that the rest of the survivors managed to escape the trial

🕸﹒LEGION ꜜ﹒⟡﹒

frank knew you'd be a chase, something he'd need to go after, but he's more than okay with that

every second of running after you is envigorating, with each stride that gets him closer to you he wants you more and more

both of you know that you can’t outrun him, he’s in a frenzy on your heels, completely running on the impulse that he hadn’t been able to get out of his head since he saw you; he needed to get to you

the chase doesn’t necessarily end with him plunging his knife into you, but he doesn’t mind it if you think that’s the case

in fact, he takes some pride in the fear and control he knows he has over you

🪶﹒ARTIST ꜜ﹒⟡﹒

while usually she uses her birds as a weapon against her prey, for you she'd be using them much more gently

you’d find yourself being harassed by crows throughout the majority of your trial

but it’s only so carmina can keep track of you, she doesn’t use them to cause you harm

⛓﹒CENOBITE ꜜ﹒⟡﹒

they're constantly using their chains to keep you in close proximity

and also just to hear you scream, no tears of yours could ever be a waste of good suffering in their eyes, they love your cries of fear and pain from whatever they're doing to you or when they're chasing you down

escaping their chains is virtually impossible, each second you manage to evade or hide to rest, you know you’re just putting off the inevitable

🔺﹒EXECUTIONER ꜜ﹒⟡﹒

pyramid head is a bringer of pain and suffering, but is also shockingly subtle during the trial

for a while, he’s merely a looming presence as you work towards escaping

but that’s part of the plan, he takes his time to get you tormented by his power

all so that he can get you locked in one of his cages, where you have no choice but to be all his

🔪﹒SHAPE ꜜ﹒⟡﹒

his stalking is relentless, but he takes his time before he makes a real move on you

and when he finally does strike? there's no way you could've ever been ready for it, one minute you were working on a generator, and the next, you're up over his shoulder with no way to escape

and even if you are constantly on guard, aware of his presence, he'll keep you under his mercy by keeping you injured or downed, never too far from you to keep your fellow survivors from saving you

⚔️﹒KNIGHT ꜜ﹒⟡﹒

even though he's the killer in the trial, as a knight, he feels the need to protect you, killing you isn't even something that crosses his mind

and if tarhos himself can't be keeping his eye on you at any time for one reason or another, alejandro, durkos or sander are doing so for him

he's got an uncanny ability to constantly know where you are and what you're doing, and that's because he's always keeping tabs on you, whether on his own or by means of his faithful three

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sunshine-and-moonshine · 10 months

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Baby Matching Outfits

Requested: Yes [Since request are open.........I HAVE ONE.... CAN YOU PLEASE WRITE 141, KÖNIG, ALE, KEEGAN. WERE THEY MATCH THERE OUTFIT WITH THEY'RE KIDS, BUT YOU DON'T KNOW ABOUT IT AND THEY COME TO YOU AND SHOW (YOU KEEP THEM ASKING WHERE IS YOURS)🤭💞 PLEASE CAN YOU WRITE 🥹🫶]

Warnings: Sweet enough to rot your teeth

A/N: Trimmed off Price to make this six characters (the limit).

Gaz

Gaz grinned proudly at you as he held your daughter in his arms, the little one grabbing at the controller design on his t-shirt, probably recognizing it as the same thing that she’d see her Daddy holding when she was snuggled up next to him or in his lap as he played. A favorite activity of his, he liked to pretend that she was playing with him.

“I think this is the best purchase I’ve ever made before.” He tells you, bouncing Sunshine in his arms when she started to get a bit fussy. “I think she likes it! It’s a sign that she’ll like playing video games just as much as me.”

Ghost

Ghost does it unintentionally. It’s likely something that you bought because why wouldn’t you? It’s cute, references him, and it was just overall wholesome. But Ghost never really wears the shirt, and even more rarely puts the onesie on Asa. He just doesn’t understand the point. But he’s in a rush one morning to surprise you at work so he throws on the first shirt he sees and dresses your daughter in the onesie at the top of the pile.

Which leads to him holding Asa, surrounded by a group of your coworkers cooing about how cute it is that he’s matching his daughter. It’s very uncomfortable for him to say the least and he’s forever grateful when you finally meet him in the middle, shyly fiddling with Asa’s little hands.

Soap

It was a spur of the moment decision for Soap. He’d already been on his way to meet you, Bombi in his arms, when he saw the matching set in the window of a store. Ever the impulse shopper, Soap hadn’t even thought twice about whipping out his wallet and changing out his shirt and Bombi’s onesie in the bathroom before continuing on his way.

And of course he basked in the attention he got from you, even if 99% of it went to Bombi instead of him. He was proud that you liked it! “Maybe next time all of us can match, yeah?” He says, already coming up with a million and one ideas on how to do just that.

Alejandro

The matching outfits were given to him by his Mama, a late Father’s Day gift! She didn’t read English very well so she really only saw the cowboy hats and went “Perfect!!!!!” And Alejandro couldn’t help but agree. Which would be why he changed them both into the matching outfits right away and swiftly started making his way to your work, a grin on his face at every compliment he received along the way.

And then he was standing in front of you, practically glowing with pride as you cooed over him and your daughter, tickling her chubby tummy before giving him a kiss on the cheek. He definitely wouldn’t mind matching with your little one again.

Keegan

Keegan is really not one for dressing up. Barely owns a decent pair of jeans and a single shirt or two without holes all over. To say he doesn’t really care about his appearance when he’s not deployed is an understatement. Life Ghost, he probably matched with Skully unintentionally. Threw on the first shirt he saw and went with it.

So he was definitely confused when you kept giggling to yourself, looking between him and Skully, tickling the boy’s tummy as you complimented Keegan on his fashion sense. That was when he finally noticed and couldn’t help but chuckle, reaching over to hold one of Skully’s little hands in his. Maybe he could dress up a little better, as long as he matched the little one.

König

König loves to match with Princess! He has several matching shirts and onesies for him and her and he likes to wear them whenever possible. Today is one such day, your tiny baby in his arms, whining all the way to the park where he would be meeting you for lunch.

And oh he just melted when you cooked over them both, praising him for finding such cute clothes as you gently readjust the crocheted cap on Princess’ head, amused by the floppy green ears that were attached.

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sharkinthetoilet · 1 year

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The main 4(south park) spending time with their s/o (gn), and they just rly randomly smack them with a pillow not hard just playfully! How would they react?

the main 4 getting smacked by a pillow

Gender: neutral

Warnings: none!

☆-Stan:

You guys were probably sitting on stans bed, on your phones

not because theres nothing to do, but simply because you enjoy silently being in each others presence

But you grew bored, so you take one of the thousand pillows laying around stans bed and smack him

My man would be dumbfounded and offended

He would sit there, mouth dramatically agape

But before you could react he starts tickling you

He's not a fair player!! Although you attacking him out of nowhere also isn't fair

Soon you guys would be running around the house. Him trying to tickle you and you trying to keep him away from you

The whole house would be a huge mess

At one point you guys would finally stop and when he gets the chance he takes the pillow from you and smack it against the back of you head (of course not hard, just like you did)

With that he would declare himself the winner

Later you two would need to clean up the mess, but it was totally worth it

☆-Cartman:

I literally have no idea how to correctly write cartman, forgive me

Probably you were just chilling at his house, watching him play video games

actually not video games, video game. One singular game, for like 2 hours already

Man you were bored, so you just took a pillow and smacked the controller out of his hand

Remember how I said stan was offended, yeah no cartman would be even way more offended

He will probably not forgive you for the next 2 days

But he does take 2 pillows and sandwich you inbetween

Don't try more

Seriously.

☆-Kyle:

I'd assume you two would have a study date

Not that you don't appreciate kyle repeating the topics with you

But god repeating physics over and over again gets tiring

Probably you'd sprawled out over the bed, answering kyles questions

There you had the smartes idea ever atleast in your over exhausted head

Promptly you smack the nearest pillow over kyles head

He'd probably be confused, but also sympathetic. After all you two had been working for quiet some time

Would initiate a pillow fight, if you agree to go with the rules he sets

Is very careful tho, would use softer pillows and weaker hits to not hurt you

Yeah no, you don't go back to learning that day

That would probably become an insider

Whenever you guys are studying for a long time he will initiate a "pillow fight break"

Most of the time you don't actually have pillow fights, he just likes calling it that

☆-kenny:

You guys were just chilling in his room, watching something on your laptop

Then you just impulsively pull the pillow from under his head and smack it on his face

Please ignore the porn magazines under that, thanks

He definitely would start laughing

then he would snatch that pillow and smack you over and over again

my man doesn't have a second pillow in his room, so no pillow fight

he's also not fair

wouldn't let you get that pillow back

if he's taller than you, he will hold it over your head and tease you about it

extra points if you get embarrassed or whiny

when he's done relentlessly bullying you, he would cuddle you

and he won't let go.

yeah you won't finish whatever you were watching

#south park #stan marsh #eric cartman #kyle brovlofski #kenny mccormick #x reader #south park x reader #stan marsh x reader #eric cartman x reader #kyle broflovski x reader #kenny mccormick x reader

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kzpearce · 1 year

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distracted. alhaitham x reader

gender neutral reader (no pronouns are used). reader has an anemo vision, and this shot is more focused at haitham's point of view.

author's note. first time posting in tumblr! i'm on my writing slump recently, so i'll be using this platform to post a one-shot that would help me bring back on my track. take note that this would be my story dump, so there wouldn't be a so much effort to proofread this :,) however! it doesn't mean that i won't make any effort writing one-shots here. so enjoy <3

everybody knew that alhaitham was not someone who will get distracted easily while he was reading his book. a person could be talking to him and annoying him (for better or worse), but he could still managed to maintain his focus on whatever book he was reading.

just what spell did you give him? how did you manage to make him stop from reading the book he was deeply interested in?

the chilling breeze touched his delicate skin, and it made his hair move gracefully from its place. his eyes hastily diverted from his book, looking for you. perhaps because of your anemo vision—there were some circumstances that whenever you're entering into the scene, you unconsciously make the wind whisper. since he was too familiar with your presence, whenever you accidentally controlled the wind, he already knew that you're nearby.

sometimes, you accidentally made the wind blow at the wrong timing for the other people. and because of this, when your presence was felt, a scholar with piles of files blew away. alhaitham watched your eyes expand, and you quickly used your vision to lift the files and hang them on the air—just to avoid these papers to make contact with the ground or the water.

“i’m deeply sorry,” you frowned. you gathered these papers and placed them on the top of the scholar’s book.

“it’s alright, you prevented them from getting wet,” she chuckled, shaking her head.

you smiled—oh archons, you had no idea how he loved seeing the sweet grin carved in your lips. he would do anything just to maintain your smile on your lips. had he ever mentioned that you looked utterly beautiful today? most likely no. this would be the first time he saw you today. and he had no guts to tell you this too.

“hi,” your smile lingered on your lips. in fact, they widened when alhaitham slightly grinned. he didn’t notice that you were already in front of him.

you sat beside him without a warning. he didn’t mind. “done with today’s work?” you asked, not breaking a contact.

“still have a pile, but i’m on my break,” he retorted. he placed his bookmark at the desired page and closed his book. alhaitham wanted his eyes and focus to be on you. you didn’t ask him to, it was his intention and his own doing.

“oh, okay,” you unhurriedly nodded, thinking about what to suggest so that you could spend more time with him. “do you… want to eat something before you continue working?”

“i’m not hungry,” he declined. your lips made a thin line, disappointed that he managed to say no so quick. he was somehow expecting you to overthink. alhaitham knew you for quite some time now, and you developed a friendship that no one (neither the two of you) were expecting.

“oh, okay then. i’ll leave you alone so that you can continue reading.” you were about to stand up, yet he grasped your wrist swiftly. your head jerked to his hand, wrapping your wrist.

he saw your breath hitched. alhaitham knew that this action caught you off guard—and to be honest, this caught him off guard too. alhaitham never expected himself to act so impulsively in front of you. on the other hand, he knew that your mind was thinking negative thoughts, thus he should and would do anything that would stop you from getting away from his presence.

he waited for a day just to see and spend time with you. and he would never let you go until he’s satisfied and ready to spend his time dealing with papers again.

“i didn’t ask you to leave,” he said. his eyes never left yours, and he managed to read something from them. it was hope. “stay.” it was more a demand and not a request.

alhaitham observed that you tried to stop your lips from smiling. your cheeks reddened as he pulled you back to your sit—not just to your sit, he pulled you close too.

his hands moved from your wrist to your hands. and he had an urge to intertwine them. you obliged, and your grin widened. “i see. perhaps with me in your presence would help you more to rest, huh?” you joked.

“yeah, it will.”

you plump cheeks were redder. and he couldn’t stop staring at them. alhaitham admired you (perhaps admired would be underwhelming for him), and he didn’t want to take his eyes away from you. he wanted to stare at you without being interrupted. perhaps some would call him a freak, yet he didn’t care. it was the least thing he care about the moment.

at this point, if someone would ask if he would rather pick the book he was deeply interested in or to spend time with you (not to mention, staring at you too), he would not hesitate to choose you.

#genshin impact #alhaitham x reader #genshin impact fluff #genshin fluff #al haitham x reader #gender neutral reader #genshin various men #genshin impact alhaitham #fluff #fanfiction #alhaitham x you #alhaitham x y/n #alhaitham #genshin impact x reader #kzpearce3

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telleroftime · 3 months

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I think I covered Vampire!Sukuna that's forced to respect the innate rules of a vampire before -- such as the one where they must be invited into ones home -- but I just had a few more ideas regarding it.

Well, in this case it would also be Fae!Reader, which is once again a pairing I'm pretty sure I mentioned before. Anyways, yes! Vampire!Sukuna that camps outside of Fae!Reader's bungalow. That or human!Reader that grew up with the fae and is much more aware of how the forest works than the mighty and evil Sukuna. Featuring Uraume in certain places.

When the Reader first notices Sukuna they aren't too worried. He may be a vampire now but he was born a human mortal so they know that the same tricks would work on him too. They set up precautions and change their presence around their territory. Namely a lot more fairy rings appear in key locations. The mythology surrounding fairy rings states that if humans dance on them they would be punished by the fairies and made to dance in the ring until they pass out. Reader knows that and very quickly shuts down Sukuna's game of cat and mouse by tricking him into walking on one.

And they would proceed to exploit such tricks. Not only the natural rules of fae but also the bodily limitations of a vampire. They'd be cosied up in their little cottage at night knowing well that Sukuna cannot enter without an invitation, and during the day they would traverse through patches of light whilst grinning in the directions of the shadows.

You'd think that Sukuna could use Uraume's human nature to get to Reader but that wouldn't work either. If the fae don't want to be found by a human then the human will never find them.

Now, the Reader wouldn't be too interested in tricking Sukuna into something much more malicious than simple tricks, especially not after growing familiar with his vampiric presence, so one way or another they would need to stop him from accidentally falling into a fae-bound deal. By that I mean they would have to interrupt him and Uraume whenever it sounded like they were about to say "thank you." Sukuna would never but Uraume might. Same with apologies.

I love the idea of Uraume thinking that Reader is simply being humble when they say "don't thank me" and "don't apologise to me" when in reality Reader is getting a headache from controlling the impulse to form a contract with them.

I also love the visual of Reader slapping a hand around Uraume's mouth when they are about to thank another fae.

When it comes to names, the first time Sukuna introduces himself to Reader they instantly know that's not his real name. Names hold power especially in the hands of the fae, though since it also wasn't a lie they wouldn't press him about it. Uraume on the other hand makes the mistake of handing them their name which to Reader means there's on less threat. A human whose name is revealed is of no power in the eyes of the forest.

And speaking of lies, Reader would be able to catch Sukuna out on every like he speaks. Not like he himself would lie (seeing as he never seemed to lie in the anime). Uraume too. But if he ever did Reader would know... Though that aspect of fae nature would easily backfire on the Reader since they themself wouldn't be able to speak a lie. Only finely chosen words. So you know, plot.

And since I spoke more about Fae!Reader...

The fae are weak to iron so Reader would avoid any metals and alloys containing it. It'd leave them using pure silver which Sukuna, as a vampire, would be weak to. He would stay away from silver alloys and would instead opt for, you guessed it, iron. His weapons would be made of iron.

Imagine Sukuna making fun of Reader's weakness to iron so they just throw a silver fork at him, or better yet some random log as they comment how a "wooden stake" could finish him off.

Outside of vampires being unable to enter a home without first being invited, another thing vampires cannot do is cross running water. So, imagine finally Sukuna gets to chase the Reader. Finally everything is in line for him to drink their blood. It's the middle of the night and the Reader is far away from the nearest fairy ring and he's about to grasp them... when they suddenly cross a river and Sukuna is stranded on the opposite side to them. He'd be so unhappy.

And yeah. I think that's it for now.

#sukuna x reader #uraume #sukuna ryomen #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #Uraume has grown on me #so naturally I needed to mention them too #I think in the original idea Reader was a human but hey ho I like fae #I need to find vampire rules somewhere cause I already know a lot about fae #and naturally I'm using that knowledge for fanfic headcanons #toonce ideas

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cyborg-franky · 9 months

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Thank you to @silvers-d-me for the support and I hope you like this and find some comfort and hope things are going better <3<3

Marco x GN Reader SFW WC: 600 Ace x GN Reader SFW WC: 700

Marco knew before you did that a bad spell was coming. He knew the signs and had watched you closely when the first glimpses of emotional turmoil were approaching. His typical style was to sit back, watch, and ensure you were okay but never overstep. If you needed him he would swoop in and provide the support you needed, of course.

He just didn’t like to crowd, he knew certain people handled things in different ways. This didn’t mean he wasn’t actively trying to cheer you up or to make things better, he just knew you'd come to him when you needed to talk.

You were sat in his office, at his desk just reading, doing your paperwork in here, away from everyone else but in an environment that would foster your need to work and get things done. You didn’t talk much, everything felt too heavy and hard to say. Marco kept a watchful eye on you, every so often when he was walking around the office to sort something or to find another folder he’d set his hand on your shoulder, giving you a comforting squeeze and smiling down at you.

His smile was such a comfort, a reminder he was right here whenever you needed him but respecting your boundaries. Marco was good like that, he always knew the balance and the steps he needed to take to help you work your way out of the darkness safely.

“Want a tea little bird?” He asked, moving from his side of the desk, the chair making a grunt when moved across the wooden floor. You nodded and watched as Marco strolled over to the little station he had set up, tea and coffee, and a few other assorted bits and pieces. Saved the walk from one end of the ship to the other you mused.

He boiled the kettle, his bright blue eyes never moving from you, taking in how you sat, the look on your face, all unnoticed by you. He got out your favorite tea, adding a few ingredients known for helping people relax. Adding things you liked in your tea, he walked over and set it down.

The heavenly smell filled your nose and you closed your eyes taking in a deep whiff of it before letting out a happy sigh, the smile on your face as you looked up at him, thanking him made his heart soar. He leaned down and kissed your forehead. “Anything for my little bird yoi.”

You sat in comfortable silence with your boyfriend, both working on your own things, sipping the tea and feeling it warm you. It made you feel sleepy, with a pleasant feeling of heavy limbs and the stress leaving your shoulders.

“Need a nap?” He asked and you nodded, unable to move. He picked you up, holding you close. He had a feeling you hadn’t been sleeping, tossing, and turning while he was late to bed each night. The tea was just what you needed to actually have the rest needed, that your body was begging for.

He carried you to the back office where a bed was set up. He laid you down, pulling the covers up and kissing your nose, then each cheek before his lips pressed against yours. “Rest up chick, I’m here when you are ready to talk..” He said, brushing hair from your forehead as you nodded, feeling everything drift away, listening to his voice and smiling.

And when you woke up he would take you to the kitchen to fix a plate of your favorite comfort food, and maybe, no pressure though, you’d open up to him.

It had been an hour since he’d finished his duties for the day and Ace found himself trying to find you, he’d asked everyone he’d passed just to be told they had no idea. He sighed, hands in his pockets as he scuffed his boot on the deck, he knew he could come across as clingy, sure but he did miss you while you were separated during the day.

And he had a feeling you weren’t feeling your best. The way you were at breakfast was the biggest giveaway. People often underestimated how observant he was, just thinking he was all brash and lack of impulse control but he knew when you needed extra time, attention, and love.

He clicked his tongue against his teeth and chided himself for taking this long to work out where you would be. Heading down from the deck, into the belly of the Moby Dick he passed the row of commanders' rooms, heading down another hall and seeing your room. He knew you would sometimes go and use your own room despite sharing a bed with him. He knew you often needed time away from the world, a secret place to decompress and to feel your feelings.

Ace knocked on the door, straining to hear any signs of life on the other side, but nothing. He knocked again and pressed his ear to the door, knocking his hat off his head in the process. He could hear shuffling inside, he tested the handle, seeing if it was locked.

He pushed it open and peered into the darkness. Not even the candle on your desk seemed to make a difference as it pathetically flickered from the breeze of the open window. That was when he knew you were having a rough time. He sighed, taking off his hat and setting it down on the desk.. “Hey Babe,” He called, letting you know it was him.

The lantern that sat at your bedside soon came to life, as well as any other candle in the room. Suddenly the darkness was torn away from you, warm rich tones flooded the room, the bouncing of flames and dancing of shadows. You saw him now, the smile on his face as he blew the last flicking flame from the tip of his finger.

“Wanna talk about it? oooor I can just listen.” He offered, kicking off his clunky boots before he crawled onto the bed with you. Getting behind you, toned arms around your body as he buried his face into your hair, spooning you from behind, kissing your neck gently. “Or we can just lay like this, up to you. Whatever you need.”

Despite how tired your eyes were, how achy your body was, and how miserable you felt deep down in your soul, you could still feel your lips tugging into a smile as you cuddled back against him. Just knowing he loved you and cared so much was enough to lift your spirits.

You rolled around, turning in his arms, hands pressed to his chest, enjoying how his skin felt, the dusting of freckles across his chest you could only just see in the light. You looked up, seeing the matching freckles on his cheeks, and the slight, concerned smile he wore.

“I’m just having a day, you know how it goes when the voices win.” You mumbled and leaned against him, closing your eyes and focusing on how you could hear his heartbeat. Trying to match your breathing, letting it anchor you, save you from the feelings that were bubbling up inside.

“Yeah, I do. But I’m here now... And we’ll fight them together right?” You nodded against him. Feeling him running his hand through your hair as you started to relax. The stress and anxiety of your bad mood start to slowly leave with each caress, forehead kiss and gently running fingers through your hair.

You feel safe and loved and your tired eyes close, and your breathing shallows as you fall asleep being held by your emotional support heater.

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hungermakesmonsters · 5 months

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Catch Me If You Can

Chapter Ten

Plot summary : When your friend interviews for a position at Anvil, you have a chance encounter with Billy Russo. He takes you for coffee and, by the time you’re done, Billy decides he’s anything but done with you.

Pairing : Billy Russo x Reader

Story Rating : R

Chapter Rating : R for smut

Warnings : [This is a fic for 18+ only, minors DNI] Just the usual smutty behaviour, some of it happening in a public place. There's also a very brief mention of a car crash but no details are given. Please check the warnings on each chapter if you choose to follow this story.

Word Count : ~4.7k

A/N : Billy is finally getting to take reader for dinner! So, yeah, that's kind of it. This is roughly the halfway point of the story, so thanks to everyone who's been reading and stuck with it this far, and thank you for all the lovely comments and feedback!! Also, OMG I hit 50 followers - I genuinely did not expect that to happen, thank you all so much!! 🥰

Chapter Ten

You weren’t sure what to expect when Billy picked you up for dinner, but it certainly wasn’t a Rolls Royce (a Wraith to be more precise, as Billy enjoyed explaining to you when he caught you staring at the car). At least it wasn’t a bright red Ferrari, you supposed, but you couldn’t help but feel a little uncomfortable once you were sitting in the passenger seat. It was so expensive and perfectly cared for that you were scared you might do something to ruin it, like you weren’t even worthy of sitting in it.

Billy explained that it had been another impulse purchase, another big ticket item just because he could, because as a boy he’d always wanted a fancy car. Another expensive thing just to try and fill a void. You wondered how empty he must feel to need so many expensive and shiny things, but you didn’t dare ask.

In fact, you remained mostly quiet on the way to the restaurant, not wanting to distract Billy while he was driving.

It wasn’t far, less than twenty minutes. He hadn’t told you where you were going, but once you saw the restaurant, you found yourself nervously playing with your sleeves. You’d never eaten there before, but you knew it by reputation; one of the best Italian restaurants in the state, and you had a good idea just how much it cost to eat there. Suddenly you felt underdressed in your black dress, suddenly you found yourself wishing he had taken you to Pizza Hut.

Parking at the back of the parking lot, Billy killed the engine and, for a few seconds, you were too caught up in your own thoughts to realise that he wasn’t moving.

His hands were still on the steering wheel, gripping it tight. It was something you were getting used to seeing; moments like this where Billy seemed to be fighting against himself, trying to hold himself back. You wondered if he was always like that, or if it was something he did because of you, because he was trying not to scare you. In the time you’d known him, you’d come to realise that Billy was a man of action, that he liked to do things without thinking and he didn't like to hold back when it came to certain urges - he’d called it poor impulse control, Krista had called it hypersexuality. You didn’t know what it was, but you liked to think he felt the same desperate neediness you felt whenever you were together.

“Billy,” you muttered softly, drawing his attention to you.

Your breath caught as he looked at you, his dark eyes flickering with a barely contained desire that had you wanting to crawl onto his lap. Clenching your thighs together, you tried not to think about all the things he could do to you, all the things you wanted him to do.

“We should go eat,” he finally managed, forcing an uneasy smile to his lips before getting out of the car. Before you could fully climb out of the Wraith, Billy was at your side, his hand extended to you. Of course, you took it and let him lead you into the restaurant, all the while smoothing down your dress, wanting to make sure you looked presentable enough to be seen with him. If Billy noticed, he managed to keep it to himself, he just gave your hand a reassuring squeeze as he opened the door for you.

You stayed quiet as you were led to a table - that Billy had somehow managed to reserve yesterday, despite how exclusive the restaurant was. His hand left yours so he could pull out your chair for you and, still, you didn’t speak. You didn’t know what to say about any of it.

When the menu was placed in front of you, you really started to feel uncomfortable; there were no prices listed but, judging from the sort of things on offer, none of it was within your price range.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, though it was clear from the look on his face that he had some idea what was going through your mind.

“Nothing, it’s just -” you gave an awkward sigh, “- this place is really fancy...”

“Order whatever you want, I’m paying.”

“Billy -”

“I know, I know, you don’t want my money, and I promise I’m not trying to buy you. I just really like eating here and I think, if you give it a chance, you’ll like it too.” His shoulder ticked. “Besides I can either spend my money having a good time with you, or I can waste it on something dumb.”

You managed a laugh at that and, despite how awkward it made you feel, Billy probably had a point; he had enough money that he probably wouldn’t ever miss what he spent tonight, and you could at least try to make sure that he wouldn’t be left feeling empty at the end of it. You relented with a sigh and a nod, dropping your eyes back to the menu, though you still tried to think about what would be cheapest.

In the end you settled on pasta, while Billy ordered steak. Without much in the way of conversation, he also took it upon himself to order a antipasto platter for the two of you to share - which, you might have briefly felt uncomfortable about, but seeing the way he lit up when the food started arrive seemed to reinforce his point that he liked eating there, and you didn’t want to do anything that might ruin that for him.

And, you had to admit, the food was very nice. So much so that you were content to eat in relative silence for a little while. From time to time, Billy would ask you what you thought of the food and if you the wine that he’d ordered was alright - and it was, you could already understand why the restaurant was so raved about - but there was something almost shy about the way he was being. And shy wasn’t a word you thought you’d ever use to describe Billy.

It wasn’t until your main course arrived that you really started to notice, wondering if Billy just preferred quiet when he was eating, or if it was you. But, regardless of his silence, every time you happened to look up from your food, you’d find Billy staring at you. The first couple of times, he’d smile before returning his attention to his steak

But, finally, you had to ask; “what?”

“What?” He responded, looking up from his plate.

“You keep looking at me like - like that.”

“Like what?” Still confused, though he managed to give a little huff of laughter.

“Like you’re barely holding yourself back.”

“From what?” He asked, shifting in his seat, sitting a little straighter and leaning back in his chair, like he thought the extra inch of space it created between you could save him. You could tell just by looking at him that there was something he wanted to say, but he kept his mouth shut. Was what he was thinking really that bad or did he just think you didn’t want to hear it? (Did he think you couldn’t handle it?)

You decided to lean forward, destroying the distance he’d tried to create. If you were going to do this, you needed Billy to understand that he needed to talk, otherwise you’d overthink every little thing until you tore it all apart.

“Like there’s something you want but you’re fighting against it?” You tried to explain. “I saw it in the car earlier, and the night of the gala; you get this look like you need to do something but you’re scared to do it.” You watched his face, taking in every little flicker of discomfort as his eyes searched your face, trying to figure out just how much you could handle.

“I told you, I have poor impulse control,” his shoulder ticked upwards, “I’m trying to work on it, so you don’t have to worry about it.”

“Who told you that - that you have poor impulse control?” You asked, but Billy didn’t need to answer, you already had a pretty good idea. The flash of unease on his face said it all; Krista. Your expression instantly softened, and your heart ached for him. “Billy, I’m not worried and I don’t need you to protect me from you. You don’t need to hold back when you’re with me. If you’re scared something might be too much you can just ask.”

“Sweetheart,” he started softly, a warm smile on his lips, “if I didn’t hold back, we’d never leave my bed.”

“That doesn’t sound so bad to me,” you joked and Billy’s gaze seemed to darken with want again.

As much as you wanted to get to the bottom of it, you knew that it wasn’t something you could figure out in one night. Clearly there were bigger issues at play and, in a restaurant, on your first date probably wasn’t the best place to have this sort of conversation.

Your attention returned to your food for a minute or so before you looked up again, catching him staring again.

“Did you sort the thing at Anvil yesterday?” You decided to ask. “The security problem?”

“Not yet,” he answered and fell silent again, attention returning to his dinner. But, after a few seconds, he seemed to realise that you genuinely wanted to talk to him and that his being silent wasn’t conducive to a good dinner date. “I think Frank’s just blowing things out of proportion, it’s probably nothing to worry about,” he shrugged, “we get people poking around a lot, it’s just the nature of the business.”

“Oh, well that’s good, I guess?” You smiled, wanting to show that you appreciated the effort he was making.

“How was your day?”

“It was okay. Work was kinda crazy, but things always start to get insane this time of year,” you shrugged, chewing your lip and thinking for a moment before adding; “but I, uh, got some good news?”

“What kind of good news?” He set his cutlery down and reached for his wine glass, attention completely on you.

“Well, I know this guy who runs a little gallery in Queens, he told me he’s got an opening in the new year and asked if I wanted to put on a show.” It made you nervous seeing the way that Billy practically lit up at the news. “I mean, I don’t know if I’ve got anything worth showing at the moment, but it was nice he asked...”

“You should do it, I’d love to come see some of your work.”

“I’ll be sure to put you on the guestlist,” you laughed despite the uncomfortable feeling in your stomach; the new year was months away and you weren't sure Billy would even still be in your life then. (But seeing him smile at you made you want to hope that he would be.)

“Do you make any money from your shows?”

“Some, but not a lot; mostly just from the door but sometimes people buy things.”

“How much is some? Ballpark figure?”

“Ballpark figure?” You laughed. “You’re such a businessman.”

Bill let out a laugh of his own, shaking his head.

“Sorry, force of habit. It’s hard to switch it off sometimes.”

“Well, I guess some people probably find it incredibly sexy.” You smiled, watching the smirk grow on his lips.

“Oh, some people, eh?”

“Yeah, y’know, the kind of people who get all hot and bothered over men in expensive suits who drive fancy cars and know how to get what they want?” You leaned forward a little more, trying you best to sound seductive, despite the ridiculous grin on your lips.

“Yeah? What about you? Does it get you all hot and bothered?” He smirked, falling right into your trap.

“Nah, I like men who wear jeans and drive Toyotas,” you started laughing, and the look on his face was priceless. As much as he might have wanted to feign upset at the comment, Billy couldn’t stop himself from letting out a ridiculous laugh, and it was the most joyful sound you’d managed to pull from him.

“You’re such a tease,” he took a drink, though his eyes stayed fixed on you.

“Don’t worry, Billy,” you reached for your own glass and took a long, slow drink, “I’m prepared to make an exception for you. What you lack in fashion sense, you make up for in other areas.”

“You’ll have to be more specific,” he prompted, a hint of impatience in his tone, like he needed to hear you say it.

“Well, you have a very talented tongue,” your cheeks started to warm but the ridiculous smile stayed plastered to your lips, “and you have quite a way with words. And you’re very hands on...”

“And you like that, do you?”

You decided not to answer him, instead you made a point of returning your attention to your food before it got cold. Billy’s eyes lingered on you for a few moments more before he did the same. The game wasn’t over yet, not by a long shot, but you needed some time to consider your next move.

After finishing your main course, you excused yourself, heading for the bathroom, as a terrible idea formed in your mind. You could practically feel Billy’s eyes on you as you walked away, and you could almost picture the look on his face as he did, that hungry glint in his eyes, the way his lips curled upwards ever so slightly whenever he stared at you. Especially tonight. Your silly games had gotten to him, but they’d gotten to you too, and it left you craving what would come next.

Standing in the bathroom stall, you took a few deep breaths, trying to calm your racing heart but there was nothing for it. Now that you were doing this with Billy, now that you were finally willing to let him in, you were terrified in the most inexplicable way - it was scary how much you wanted him after so little time. But you did want him, and you wanted him to want you just as much.

Before you could talk yourself out of it, you slipped out of your panties, trying not to think about the telling wet spot before balling them up in your hand.

When you left the bathroom, your cheeks were burning; your free hand nervously smoothing down your dress, terrified that everyone would suddenly be able to tell that you weren’t wearing panties. Billy gave you a confused look as you approached the table, and it was almost enough to make you completely lose your nerve. You awkwardly offered your hand to him and quickly handed him the balled up red lace before retreating to your seat.

“What’s this for?” He asked, fighting back a grin, momentarily looking at the panties before shoving them into his pocket.

“They were getting wet,” you managed to answer, nervously biting your lips before adding; “they’re my favourite pair, I don’t want them to get ruined.”

“They’re my favourite pair now, sweetheart.” He smirked at you, a devious glint in his eyes. “If I’d known this was what you were doing, I would have followed you to the bathroom. I hate to think of your needy little pussy all wet and unfulfilled.”

“Billy -” cheeks burning, glancing around, hoping that no one could hear him.

He leaned closer, smiling softly as if the pair of you were exchanging romantic sweet nothings. You felt his ankle nudge yours beneath the table and your breath caught.

“What’s wrong? Am I making your tight little hole drip? Are you making a mess thinking about how my cock would feel inside you if I bent you over this table in front of all these people?” And, just like that, he’d turned the tables on you. You’d wanted to drive him crazy, but you’d underestimated him. He reached for you, his hand covering yours.

“Is that what you’re thinking about?” You dared to ask in little more than a whisper, leaning closer.

“I’m thinking about crawling beneath the table and eating your sweet little pussy as my next course.”

You bit your lip again, thighs rubbing together beneath the table.

“I can’t wait to get you home.” He smirked, obviously noticing your discomfort and revelling in it.

“Does that mean we’re skipping dessert?” you asked, suddenly feeling breathless.

“No, I promised you dinner; it wouldn’t count if we skipped a course.” He kept smiling, his thumb caressing the back of your hand. “Your needy little pussy will just have to wait.” His smile got wider as you almost pouted. “Though, it's driving me crazy knowing how wet you’re gonna be when I get you out of here.

“Now who’s being a tease?” You squeezed his hand, giving away just how much he was getting to you.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart, did I ruin your plans?” He asked with an unapologetic smirk. “Was I supposed to get flustered or did you want me to drag you out of here and fuck you in the car?”

You dropped your gaze, cheeks burning, not really having an answer for him; you’d just wanted to make him feel as out of control as you did.

“I appreciate the effort though,” Billy continued, “I like knowing the effect that I have on you.”

Your lips parted, about to say - you weren’t even sure what, when you were interrupted by the waiter bringing your dessert.

You ate dessert slowly, your eyes fixed on Billy, knowing that once you were done eating the rest of the night would begin. You both remained calm and composed, as you finished your meals, and as Billy paid the check. You pulled on your coat and slowly let him lead you from the restaurant, but things quickly changed the moment you reached the parking lot.

It was dark save for the flickering of a single street light, only two other cars remained but Billy had parked at the back of the lot, out of the way.

By the time you reached the Wraith, his hands were on your hips, turning you to face him as he pressed you back against his car. He kissed you, nipping at your lip before slipping his tongue into your mouth. Your fingers gripped his tie, holding him close, surrendering yourself to him.

“You drive me fucking crazy,” he muttered against your lips, “you got me so fucking hard with that little stunt with your panties.”

“Good,” you answered, your hand slipping down his body to palm his erection through his pants.

“You keep that hand there and I’m not gonna be responsible for my actions, sweetheart.” Billy groaned.

“You should be more concerned with what I’m gonna do to you,” you smiled, your hand releasing his tie and gently pushing him backwards so you could drop to your knees in front of him. Your hands started to pull at the fastenings of his pants, pulling his hard cock through the zipper. Billy gave a groan as your fingers ran along his shaft, his own hand finding the roof of the Wraith for support.

He was barely breathing when you looked up at him.

You took a deep breath before leaning forward, your hand still gripping his cock while your tongue slipped between your lips.

You felt him twitch as your tongue touched hot skin, heard him groan as you ran your tongue from root to tip, lapping the salty sweetness that had already leaked from him as your tongue swirled over his tip. Lips trailed hot kisses up and down his shaft, smiling as he swore under his breath, and loving the marks your lipstick left on his skin.

You wet your lips with your tongue before finally taking him into your mouth, pulling an eager moan from him. He reached for you with his free hand, fingers fisted in your hair, gently guiding you up and down the length of him, while your fist pumped the base of him.

Billy was completely yours in that moment. With just your lips, you’d rendered him speechless, helpless, and hopeless. The feeling of power was intoxicating; the way he moaned and shuddered and swore made you want more. It made you want everything. Your cheeks hollowed against him, tongue working along every inch of him, your moans vibrating around him.

“That’s it. Look at me, sweetheart,” he grunted as your eyes found his, staring up at him through your lashes, and the look on his face had moaning even harder around him, “I wanna watch you suck my cock.”

His grip tightened, his chest heaving with every panted breath. He was getting closer and you didn’t want to stop. You took more of him, managing to sink lower and lower with the encouragement of his hand, earning more desperate moans from him. Eyes watered when he hit the back of your throat, but you didn’t stop, you barely even slowed. Tilting your head a little, he slipped into your throat and you felt his grip tighten, but just a fraction. Billy was barely managing to hold himself back, you could see it in his eyes, in the way he grit his teeth. You almost wanted to push him, make him lose control completely, but you didn’t want him to take over. You were in control of the moment and that was how you wanted it to stay.

You heard your name and the start of a gasped warning before his hips bucked and his cock started pulsing, filling your mouth. Despite trying to warn you, his grip on your hair didn’t loosen. You kept pumping his length with your fist, swallowing down everything he gave you, milking every last drop from him until it was too much for him to bear and he had to gently push you away. You dropped back against the Wraith, knees protesting and aching, licking his cum from your lips, feeling very proud of yourself.

“Fuck,” he muttered, breathless as he forced his cock back into his pants and offered you his hand.

Your knees ached from the gravel as you stood back up, but once you were up, Billy’s arm was around you, supporting you, holding you against him.

“Did you enjoy that?” You asked quietly, almost shyly, as if there was any chance someone else might overhear.

“Sweetheart, I think I just about lost my goddamn mind,” he smiled, lightly pressing his lips to yours before reaching around you to open the car door for you. “I’m gonna show you just how much when I get you home.”

Your shaky legs just about managed to get you into the car, and Billy shut the door behind you. While he made his way around to the driver's side, you checked yourself in the mirror, and found your lipstick smeared around your mouth. As Billy climbed into the Wraith he shot you a very smug look before handing you his handkerchief. He started the car while you did your best to fix your makeup.

There was a relative silence for a while, and you were content to just look out the window at the New York City lights. You didn’t talk, again, not wanting to distract Billy. But it felt like there was something in the air between you, a tension, a longing for things to come.

He glanced your way a couple of times before his hand found your thigh, causing you to tense suddenly. The hand was quickly pulled back and the car was very quickly filled with a different kind of tension.

“What’s wrong?” He dared to ask, his attention fixed on you more than the road, and that just made things worse.

“Watch the road, please...” you awkwardly pleaded and, to his credit, Billy did as you asked.

An awkward silence filled the air for the next few minutes; he didn’t dare look at you so he didn’t see the way you were awkwardly pulling at the sleeves of your jacket, your eyes fixed on the road just beyond the windscreen. He didn’t look again until he hit a red light and the car had come to a complete stop.

“What did I do?” He asked.

You didn’t want to tell him, you weren’t ready to share that part of your life with him, but you’d agreed, hadn’t you? You’d told him that you’d stop pushing, that you’d tell him if he fucked up. And he had fucked up, just not in a way he could have anticipated.

“Nothing,” you answered quietly, “It’s not you. I - I was in an accident and, now, being in cars makes me nervous sometimes.”

“Is that how -” he didn’t finish the question, he didn’t have to. He put it together, at least part of it. Your scars had come from a car crash. “Shit, sweetheart, I’m sorry.”

You shook your head. “You didn’t know. I should’ve warned you.”

Whether out of respect to your anxiety at being in the car or just because he didn’t have anything else to say, Billy stayed mostly quiet the rest of the way back to his apartment, save for asking you if you were alright a couple of times and if you were warm enough. It was more than enough time to get over the awkwardness of Billy knowing a little bit more about you and, by the time the car was parked, you were ready to put it all behind you and continue the rest of the night with him.

He took your hand in his as he led you from the car to the elevator, your bag slung over his shoulder and holding you extra tight - you weren’t sure if it was meant as a reassurance or a sign that his patience was wearing thin. Either way, you squeezed his hand in return. His other hand, you soon noticed, was in his pocket along with your balled up panties.

You found that familiar look on his face once you were in the elevator. He didn’t look at you, he didn’t dare, you just kept squeezing his hand, silently telling him that you were there, that everything was alright. The elevator dinged when it reached the penthouse and everything quickly became a blur.

By the time the elevator door had closed behind you, Billy had you against the wall, your legs around his hips and the bag with your things abandoned somewhere on the floor. His hands awkwardly tugged open his pants, dropping them to the floor before, thrusting his cock into your wetness. You cried out, straining around him, wet but not entirely ready, your fingers curling in his hair. He didn’t give you time to adjust or get used to him before he started to fuck you, roughly laying claim to you.

“This is what you get for trying to play games with me, sweetheart,” he all but growled against your lips. All you could think was that if this was the sort of punishment you’d get for playing games and trying to rile him up, then you’d have to do it more often.

Your head dropped back against the wall, moaning and completely at his mercy, losing yourself with every snap of his hips.

There was no holding back the inevitable and, soon enough, you were moaning his name as you came undone, and Billy soon followed suit. He kept you against the wall, his weight holding you in place as he came inside you, still moving until he’d completely emptied himself, leaving you feeling oddly triumphant.

“See?” You panted, smiling widely. “I like your poor impulse control.”

His hand moved, gripping your jaw loosely with his fingers, looking at you like he was trying to make sense of something incomprehensible. You held his gaze, wanting him to see that you wouldn’t waiver, that you wouldn’t shy away from this side of him. Then he kissed you, softly, reassuringly, telling you a thousand things he didn’t have the words to say aloud to you.

He lingered against your lips as your arms wrapped around his shoulders, holding him not because he was still inside you, but simply because you wanted to hold him. (How many people had just held him, you wondered.) Your fingers ran through his hair and you smiled against his lips. When he pulled back again, he still had that look, like he just didn’t understand. But you didn’t ask; it wasn’t your place to tell him how to feel, you just hoped he’d figure it out eventually.

Without a word, he lowered you and, once your feet were back on the floor, he was pulling you towards the bedroom so he could spend the rest of the night keeping you from sleep.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

END NOTES : So, yeah this is about the halfway point with what I have planned (I've got about 20 chapters planned, unless any get too long and need breaking up) but now that reader and Billy are in a nice place with their relationship, it's time to turn up the angst. There might be some more triggering stuff coming up in the next part, so please check the warnings! Next part should be up same time next week.

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wizardfrog69 · 1 year

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hi!!

could i have fyodor, dazai and nikolai with an s/o who has hyperactive-impulsive adhd headcanons? thanks

Ofc you can :) thank you for your request!

'•.¸♡ hyperactive-impulsive adhd ♡¸.•'

Hyperactive-impulsive adhd!gn!reader

I don't know much about adhd so if I get something wrong or if you would like for me to add something please say so and I will try and do my best to talk about adhd in this.

Fluff

Masterlist

Enjoy!

Feat. Fyodor, Dazai, Nikolai

Fyodor

Fyodor's a man who definitely seems like someone who would like to have things organized and plan ahead so when he fell for someone who did the opposite it forced him to alter his ways a bit.

He will constantly remind you to take care of yourself while also doing the bare minimum to take care of himself.

If you plan on doing something which potentially could be very dangerous and could put your life at risk he'll either go with you or just not let you do it.

He cares for you but whenever he wants you to not do something it sounds more like a demand than an ask or suggestion.

If you do something on impulse he'll understand that you didn't do it intentionally and if you feel bad he'll tell it that it isn't your fault and to stop feeling bad.

He doesn't mind your stimming just try not to stim verbally next to him as it'll annoy him

Dazai

Dazai always knows whenever you forget something, be it your medication, to eat, or simply your phone, whatever it is, he always knows what you forgot he'll always remind you.

Whenever you get distracted he'll just kinda observe what you are distracted by for fun.

If you struggle with impulse control then he will try and keep you away from stuff that may trigger your impulse control. Obviously, that isn't always possible but he will try his best to keep you from buying a dozen ant farms.

Nikolai

He will love all your hyper-fixations, no matter what they are.

You like bugs? He'll love to hear all about them! You suddenly want to visit every temple 'cause they look cool? Road trip with Nikolai!

He loves seeing you stim and he might join you from time to time if it's something he would enjoy doing. (he doesn't love all stims because some are harmful, he doesn't like those ones)

If you have a mental health thing he will help you and will try to cheer you up whenever you feel down (or more down).

༺♡༻ 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 ⋆ 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 ༺♡༻

I'm a fucking dumb ass. I swallowed a fucking button. I sorry if I got some adhd stuff wrong, I don't know alot about it :(

I took a drink and my fucking face is warm but I don't get to be drunk so now I just have to have a warm face for sometime.

ALSO I FOUND ROSE LIQUOR OR WODKA I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT I FOUND BUT IT IS ROSE FLOUVOURED ALCOHOL AND IT IS IN A WODKA BOTTLE! :) It taste amazing, don't drink tho kids, it isn't good especially if you are young and your brain is still developing but when you're an adult you can do whatever you want.

Unless you are American then just wait like 3 more years and you're good.

Have a wonderful day/night and stay away from alcohol, drugs and country music.

-love, Az

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rageclownz · 2 months

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So this is just an amalgamation of thoughts I had in the Camp Here and There server, but I believe that Elijah Volkov has Borderline Personality Disorder.

This post is not meant to demonize BPD, I understand how stigmatized it is and have it myself. But I do think Elijah fits the criteria. We obviously don’t get to hear his inner thoughts, but his actions point to someone whose identity revolves around one person. Someone who can’t deal with abandonment, who has impulsive and self-destructive behavior, someone with extreme mood swings, anger, detachment from reality, etc.

Elijah and Sydney’s relationship is clearly unhealthy. Elijah is obsessed with Sydney to a harmful extent, and his treatment of him is awful. But Sydney is his favorite person. Take the lyrics to Your Body, my Temple;

You've got my whole world in your hands, got that little blue spot / And you really ain't got no idea how much this thing orbits you / Now, do you honey?

Sydney is Elijah’s entire world. He can’t live without him. He truly does love Sydney (though this love is toxic and his actions abusive). I mean, Elijah quite literally worships him. That’s undeniable. He puts him on a pedestal, and when Sydney rejects him, he wishes death upon him:

[He begins speaking extremely frantically, hyperventilating, all frenzy, his accent on full display] YOU — THE — YOU — I’LL KILL YOU — WHY AREN’T YOU DEAD!? MY MUSE — WHY AREN’T YOU DEAD!? MY MUSE — MY HEART! MY HEART! MY HEART — IT’S SCREAMING — SCREAMING — SCREAMING — MY HEART —

This is absolutely Elijah splitting on Sydney. Abandonment is one of the number one triggers for BPD episodes, and here we have a perfect example of that.

In his first episode (22), Elijah displays mood swings and anger outbursts. He slams his fists on the table, shouts, and gets upset whenever Sydney mentions Jedidiah, who he perceives as a threat to their relationship (and his plans in general). He has an inability to control his emotions, which is what drives his actions.

Another symptom of BPD that Elijah shows is self-harming behavior. He has little regard for his health or safety. In episode 33, he continues to read from the journals even though they physically pain him and sap his energy, and he does this for Sydney. He also risks his life on the pyre of his muse.

Elijah and Sydney even have parallels, with Elijah wanting to kill or die for the object of his affection, and Sydney wanting to be killed by someone or something that loves him. Sydney canonically has BPD, so I think they contrast each other very well, and even share presentations in some regards.

Elijah seems to show some detachment from reality, though it’s hard to tell with how strange the world of CHNT is. He is convinced that burning Sydney on a pyre will immortalize him. Is this true? Maybe. We just don’t know. But nobody else seems to think it’ll work, so I use it as an example of his eccentric beliefs.

The most debilitating symptom of Elijah’s BPD is his unstable and obsessive relationship with Sydney. There is something about having a favorite person that can make you want them dead. In anger, when you’re splitting on them, but sometimes in love. Sometimes you want to kill them while your relationship is at its best, just to preserve their memory, because then they can’t leave you. Because you want to keep your memories of them positive and you don’t want them to be tainted by a bad ending.

I believe Elijah thinks that way. He doesn’t want Sydney dead (not exactly), but he wants him to ascend. And isn’t that so similar?

#camp here and there #chnt #Elijah Volkov #the elephant man #there was a really good discussion in the server about Elijah’s actions and beliefs #which led me to talk about my Elijah BPD headcanon #I think CHNT has great BPD representation in the form of Sydney Sargent #but also. Elijah?#he’s got stuff going on.

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nayatarot777 · 1 year

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who do you need protection from?

if you’d like a personal reading, please read my pinned post for more info 💞

each pile is going to have two sections: who this person is, and how you can protect yourself. please don’t get confused with how the piles are sectioned and ensure to read both parts. ik i said that i was resting this week but i guess not - tarot is life - so enjoy this reading 😂💞

• pile one •

who are they?

> cards: strength, 6 of wands, 7 of swords

the person who you need protection from is someone who may be a control freak. they try to exert their power over situations and other people in order to control things, and for a lot of you, this person may be trying to control you in order to turn you into someone that you’re not. as if you’re an extension of them instead of an individual. they may also try to silence you whenever you attempt to speak up for yourself. they’d rather you not speak your mind. they have a lot of supporters - people who back them up and see them as someone who deserved to be praised. i’m hearing “golden child” so they could very well be used to this type of treatment from others, leading them to be surrounded by people who feed into the idea that this person can do no wrong. there could be something that they don’t want you to speak about because it would affect people’s appraisal of them. they love to win. they love to be “on top” and victorious in situations that they’re in. they really care about other people’s opinions of them because external approval is where they receive their strength from. i’m also hearing “imposter syndrome” so they know that the person who they portray themselves to be is a mask, and that the mask that they wear could very well be ripped off one day. this could definitely be a father or a boss figure of some sort. they lie. they try to deceive people and trap people through verbal manipulation or withholding the truth in some way. they could be trying to bait you with something so that when you fall for it, they can transform into who they truly are and begin to manipulate you. if you begin to pay more attention to what this person says, you’ll notice how they tell on themselves way more than they realise, and you’ll be able to catch onto whatever deceit this mf is telling you. they’re definitely a liar though.

how can you protect yourself?

> cards: strength, page of wands, king of swords

the best way to protect yourself is to take your power back and regain control over your personhood. you can do this by being in this page of wands energy (living your life with excitement, willing to experience and most of all create something for yourself). i’m also hearing that you should learn about what you want for yourself and start to travel a lot more - even if it’s just short distance. be a lot more impulsive and go after what you want to develop and create for yourself. protect this diligently - don’t speak too much. make your answers to this person’s questions and any prying very cold and distant. serious and detached. this may be someone at work. if that’s the case, keep conversations very short, curt, and professional. simply showing this person that you are willing to act independently - regardless of the expectations put onto you - will protect you. and i’m also hearing “pay attention”. observe this person and their supporters. stand up to this person whenever you can as an act of rebellion. also, if they tell you something that doesn’t sound right, do NOT be afraid to pick apart what this person says and dissect the meanings behind their words. that’s where your clarity will come from. maybe even vocalise this, because i’m seeing that this person may see you as someone who’s quite naive and immature. this person could be preying on the fact that you’re someone who likes to experience and go after new things. exerting your intelligence will intimidate them though. stay safe, pile one 💞

• pile two •

who are they?

> cards: knight of swords, 6 of cups, 7 of coins

this person is someone who is very outspoken and assertive with their opinions. i feel like they don’t think before they speak and always feel the need to give their unsolicited opinions to those around them. this person gives emotional support or “love” as an investment. as a way to manifest something for themselves. they could focus a lot on the reciprocation of energy between them and the people who they’re connected to, but it’s a way in which they get people to stick around while they set things on fire (figuratively speaking). this person is continuously working on cultivating something but they’ve been stuck in the same spot for a while. i’m seeing that this is someone from your past, or someone who’s still around you currently who you’ve known for a very long time - perhaps since childhood. you may try to heal this person in some way. i’m hearing that they set things on fire. things that people (or maybe even they themselves) work hard for. they don’t recognise the value of investing into connections genuinely. when they do invest energy into them, it’s to gain something from it. this person also focuses on the past a lot, and that’s why they don’t move forward in their lives. they focus on past connections most of all, and i’m seeing that these connections are ones in which THEY burned the bridge themselves.

how can you protect yourself?

> cards: 8 of wands, king of coins, knight of swords

the best way to protect yourself from this person is to make a rapid, sudden change in your boundaries. i’m hearing “a complete 180”. stop giving so much to this person and start giving so much to yourself and what you have going on. you need to really isolate yourself away from this person if you can since that’s where the clarity about them will come from. stop telling them so much. this person has bound you in something and you may not even realise. direct your focus to mental peace, mental stability, and attracting mental realisations to yourself. the rapid change in boundaries don’t even have to be vocalised. show this shit through your behaviour and your actions while making it verbally clear that you’re going to focus on yourself for a while. confronting this person about anything that you realise that they’re guilty of will result in a verbal conflict that you won’t be able to win, due to the fact that i feel like this person will twist, manipulate, and pretty much do anything to argue against any truths that they don’t like about themselves. actively invest into yourself and invest your physical energy into focusing on what you want to build for yourself. focus on achieving your own stability. this person is stuck in a phase of their external world for a reason, and you’re not the one who needs to help them. they’re not a child who needs their hand to be held. they can help themselves. protect your energy, pile two 💞

• pile three •

who are they?

> cards: 9 of swords, 9 of pentacles, strength

this person is someone who is riddled with fears, anxieties, and regrets but they cover it up with materialism and by controlling their ego. they’re very self sufficient in the physical world, but they don’t like to think about all of the mistakes they’ve made with others - maybe towards a family? if they feel any type of shame or guilt, they remedy it with money, materialism, or retail therapy. they also disguise themselves as someone who they’re not. this perceived physical self-sufficiency stems from the need to prove to themselves that they’re not an objectively bad person. i’m seeing that this person may very well share with others, but it’s out of their own guilty conscience. they may be someone who you released the expectations and projections of, leaving them behind and gaining self sufficiency for yourself + a lot of strength. i’m hearing that you’ve changed so much that this person wouldn’t even be able to recognise you as the same person as before. they wanted you to need them but you don’t anymore. this person is full of shame and emotional sadness. this could be an ex friend that regrets losing you or a family member who you’ve moved away from, and the self sufficiency and self esteem that they show to the world is all a lie. in actuality, they’re a complete fucking mess of a person - especially mentally. they feel like they disappoint everyone around them - and they do. because they don’t acknowledge the shit that they need to about themselves. their strength lies in their tangible items. not internally within themselves. you need to protect yourself from them because they’re trying to continue a cycle that you’ve already closed out and completed with them. they’re trying to destroy whatever it is that you’ve built for yourself because they either have a fear of you walking away from them, or they’re salty if you’ve walked away from them already. they’re miserable so they want you miserable too. they want to see a major change in your emotional state and emotional health by trying to lead you to giving up on something that you’ve invested a lot of time and energy into. they want to prevent you from moving forward and away from them completely.

how can you protect yourself?

> cards: the hierophant, the empress, the star, the high priestess

you’ve gotten ALL major arcana for this section of your reading, so i have a feeling that what i’m about to say will be easy for you to implement since your energy seems to be very stabilised - as if you already listen to your intuition (which you very well could). step into the energy of someone who intuitively knows that you’re being given everything that you’ve reaped through the seeds that you’ve planted. trust in the fact that your wish fulfilment is coming in now, and protect your creations to the fullest extent. a lot of you in this pile could be religious. if so, then use your religion (or any other alternative belief system) to ask for signs and symbols of your wish fulfilment coming through. take on a lot of responsibility over your own creation and just have faith that what you want is coming. focusing on trusting in the divine will protect you because i feel like this person will try to either affect the trust that you have in yourself and your achievements, or they’re sending you psychic attacks that lead you to doubting yourself, which is the last thing that you need. all of these major arcana cards represent an archetype that’s established. you know exactly who you are and what you’re capable of, and this is your protection within itself. you don’t even need to do too much. stay safe, pile three. i don’t think it will be that hard for you to do tbh 💞

#pick a card #psychic readings #pick a photo #pac #tarot reading #divination #tarot #pick a picture #spirituality #pac reading #collective reading #intuitive #daily tarot #tarot cards #tarotcommunity #free tarot #tarotdaily

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nerves-nebula · 1 year

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Hey. Yknow fusions?

This idea can be taken in multiple ways, but there's 2 most popular ways.

Characters go in sync and fuse, becoming a mesh of both, and usually break apart upon major internal disagreements. Steven Universe style.

Or characters are forced together in a body that is basically hc one person and half another.

But either way I'm curious as to what would occur in your iteration for either situation.

i have a character who's a forced fusion and he has. so many emotional issues about it. like he loves the people he's made of but they kind of hate each other, my mans is Mentally Ill <3

ALSO I think I've said this about a million times but YOU SHOULD JUST KNOW THAT I'm so fucking obsessed with body sharing and fusions (consensual or forced) and the idea of HAVING to share a life with someone. It's one of my favorite concepts to explore.

SO WITH THAT SAID!!! apologies it took so long to answer this, I just wanted to give it the time it deserved <<33

Donnie + Leo: most confused motherfucker ever. hates himself, loves himself, furiously frustrated with their state of being. he wants to be taken care of and NEEDS to be adored. everything she makes is brilliant one moment and terrible the next. he is NOT having a good time and she will make it EVERYONE'S problem. (he/they/she)

Donnie + Raph: What if Raph was more irritable and suicidal? what if debilitating guilt kept him going even FURTHER past his boundaries?? this motherfucker can hold so much guilt. hobbies include sleeping and neurotically upgrading the home security system. has a sort of surveillance state situation going on in the lair and will deny it whenever asked. (faggot gender)

Donnie + Mikey: A sweet, excitable, sensitive, artistic boy :) strong morals and a penchant for making friends. very passionate about mixing art and science (they're better together!!) likely the most functional of all the fusions. still hella mentally ill, but in a sort of "I'm going to go quietly insane in my room and secretly fear everyone thinks im awful" kind of way. (he/they)

Mikey + Leo: Most confident motherfucker ever. always righteously angry about something. no impulse control, too violent for her own good. gets herself hurt a lot. Will attack at the slightest sign of provocation. (any pronouns)

Mikey + Raph: overprotective bundle of energy. somehow always hyper and tired at the same time. really into home decor & repair (mixes artistic desire to create and express oneself, with the pragmatism of fixing up the home). probably loves food more than anyone in the world. (any pronouns)

Raph + Leo: Biggest Big Brother Ever. 100% annoying, 100% loving. Will lie to her little brothers for fun (that bug is poisonous. yeah, and if you touch it you'll die in three days. Oh, you already touched it?? :( better write your will!) he carries the world on his shoulders and cracks jokes about it. (he/she)

anyway here's doodles of my favorite fusion ideas.

#nnstuff #ask #teenage mutant neglected turtles #tmnt leo #tmnt raph #tmnt donnie #tmnt mikey #bodysharing #tmnt fusions

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SteveTony Weekly - November 5th

Hey, friends! Check out everything I’ve read this week. I’d love to hear what you’re reading as well. Remember as you’re reading to leave comments/kudos if you’re enjoying something!

~*~

the road to hell by colourexplosion

in which no one has super powers and Steve is Tony's PA after Pepper gets promoted.

come back, be here by complicationstoo

All things considered, it could have gone worse. Tony has a concussion that makes him feel dizzy and a couple of large gashes in his abdomen from where the suit had caved in just a bit that required more than a few stitches. Two broken ribs and a dislocated shoulder top it off, but he doesn’t need to be in the hospital for more than a day.

He tells himself that the short stay is why Steve didn’t show.

Flirting and Fortitude by Era_Penn

Prompt: How bout Steve/tony where Bucky comes to the tower still not quite himself but starts to remember his past self by flirting with tony. Realizes that there is more to himself than just the asset, that he is suave, clever, considerate, maybe even a bit silly. Steve sees the flirting and fumbles around making an ass of himself. The end of course is Steve getting his man. Again alphaSteve&bucky/omegaTony dynamics if possible

Beautiful, Perfect, Doll by FrankTheSnek

Sex with Steve left him feeling raw and vulnerable, exposed and torn open in a way he still could not understand. It was sex, just sex! Tony'd had more than his fair share of sex; how could Steve do this to him? Take him so completely apart with his hands and his words.

In Good Company by KandiSheek

“Give me an hour to finish this. Then I'm all yours for the rest of the night.”

Tony groaned. “That's so long though.”

“Well, you don't have to wait on my account.” Steve glanced down at where Tony's cock tented his pants. "You can do it here. I don't mind."

A Novel Idea by KandiSheek

Toni is off birth control, but she still wants Steve to fuck her bare. The solution is simple. And it's endearing how excited Steve is about trying something new.

Big Spender by KandiSheek

Steve feels weird about how much money he has after the ice. It doesn't feel like he's earned any of his back pay, considering he's spent most of his service practically comatose.

Then he gets together with Tony. And somehow, Tony figures out the perfect way to solve his problem. Steve is pretty sure that he's the luckiest man alive.

Wildest Dreams by iam93percentstardust

Red lips and rosy cheeks

Say you'll see me again

Even if it's just in your

Wildest dreams

Tony twists away from him, looking out over the African savannah. Steve is so glad he insisted on shooting on location for this instead of doing it in a studio. It captures a sense of realism that could never be fully created on a painted set. Eventually, he looks back at Tiberius, dark eyes wide and watery.

“Promise me,” he pleads. “Say you’ll remember me, staring at the sunset. Say we’ll see each other again, even if it’s just in our wildest dreams.”

Tiberius bends down, breathing, “I promise,” before passionately capturing Tony’s lips with his.

Not Unless I Say So by KandiSheek

Steve has never been booked by a client as rich or as handsome as Tony Stark, especially not to pose as a boyfriend instead of an escort. So his expectations for the evening are high.

He doesn't expect Tony to surpass every one of them.

Lay It All On The Line by KandiSheek

In addition to sometimes saving the world, Steve takes on a side job as a lineman. Tony is surprised by how turned on he is by that.

Cozy by KandiSheek

Tony seems to have a propensity to hug Steve whenever he's sleep-deprived. Which would be all well and good, if Steve had any idea why Tony chose him of all people to be his personal teddybear.

Upside Down by KandiSheek

All of the Avengers get hit with some sort of opposite ray. Clint is suddenly timid and well-mannered, Natasha can't concentrate on anything and Steve acts on every impulse without thinking.

Tony wishes the ray had chosen any attribute other than his feelings for Steve. Because while he usually suppresses the hell out of them, now he has no choice but to act.

Happy Little Accidents by KandiSheek

Steve and Tony break a bed. Among other things. It's a good thing Tony has housekeeping.

Meet Me Outside by KandiSheek

“Keep it down,” Steve hissed, pressing his hand harder against Tony's mouth as he tucked his head in close, his other arm a steel band around Tony's waist. “Someone will hear you.”

Or: Steve fucks Tony in an alley. And Tony loves it.

Lay It All On The Line by KandiSheek

In addition to sometimes saving the world, Steve takes on a side job as a lineman. Tony is surprised by how turned on he is by that.

timeless by Areiton

Steve keeps stealing glances at him, his face bright and eyes curious, and Tony wants to flush and he wants to preen, wants to turn into that curious stare, shameless and hungry until it caught and flickered into more.

Two-Point Perspective by FestiveFerret

Dear omega,

Congratulations! You've been selected. Alpha #95847872 has been assigned as your pre-bondee. A group bonding ceremony will take place on the 14th, unless other arrangements have been made by your alpha or their family. A valid bonding license must be submitted to Omega Services within 45 days of this letter or all services will be cancelled and any transferable benefits will not be applied to your alpha's package.

If there is some reason why you cannot be bonded on this date, please apply for an extension by calling 1-800-555-6827 within 7 days of receiving this letter.

Sincerely,

National Omega Services

Stage Five by magicasen

Months ago, just prior to the fall of Norman Osborn's reign, the attempt to reboot Tony Stark's brain fails.

Now, Steve leads a black ops Avengers unit. Their objective: to identify and eliminate threats to national security. But someone has been interfering with their operations, and the trail leads back to an impossible suspect: Tony.

#tony stark #steve rogers #stony #stevetony #stevetony weekly #iron man #captain america #stevetony fic #stony fic #fic rec

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