#And yes i know it's me getting very Narc-y with it but like.

[narcopathyfiles]

it used to be funny but now i'm getting actually upset at seeing like. the words narcissist and sociopath being used as a literal synonym for bad person. like even when i'm not looking for anything related to it. feels like it's getting shoved on my face lol

[moonstruckme]

have a bonfire - send a character + a trope (one bed, fake dating, etc.) and I’ll write a drabble

hii!! first off i wanna say congrats on 5k you deserve it so much!! can i do remus lupin and fake dating please and ty!

Thanks so much lovely!

cw: alcohol

Remus Lupin x fem!reader ♡ 969 words

“Your favorite color is green,” you say, passing Remus a glass of champagne. 

His brow twitches as he takes it from you, holding it by the stem like an adult. You adjust your grip on yours accordingly. “What?��� 

“Your friend Sirius cornered me by the bar. I panicked.” 

“Ah.” Remus tucks a tongue into his cheek, just shy of the corner of his mouth, and takes a sip. “I’ve always told him I didn’t have a favorite.” 

You chew your lip, nodding. “Okay. That’s okay, we can just say you told me because you’re, like, so into me.” 

He chuckles. “So into you I divulged to you the deep, dark secret of my favorite color?” 

“Mhm. Think he’ll buy it?” 

“He might, actually.” He takes another sip of his champagne, and you remember to have a bit of yours. You could probably use it. Remus looks perfectly composed, and surprisingly dapper in his suit, done up to the top button with the collar just barely brushing a thin, pale scar circling a third of his neck. Contrastly, you’re a jumble of nerves. “Sirius likes to think I’m holding out on them, it might fit into his narrative that I’d kept it a secret all these years.” 

“And if he does figure it out, we could probably just tell him, right?” you ask, and somehow your champagne is half gone. Damned duplicitous, narrow glasses. 

Remus’ smile softens as it bubbles down your throat, and you know he can read what you’re thinking on your face. You’re a shit actress, an even worse liar. You’re going to ruin this for him. 

“We could,” he says, “but he’ll only tell James.” 

“Really?” You look at the man still standing by the bar, now chatting with a blonde you don’t know but suspect in a few minutes will have to pretend you’ve heard Remus talk about a million times. Sirius has managed to wear a leather jacket to a wedding, thrown on right after the reception in what Remus has informed you is typical fashion for him. He grins with one half of his mouth as he talks, flashing canines when he really means it. “He doesn’t strike me as a narc.” 

Remus steps closer to you as someone moves past him, lowering his voice. You can smell his cologne, woody and vaguely sweet. “He’s not. He and James tell each other everything, though.” 

“Oh. That’s sweet, actually.” 

James is the one you’re really here for. It’s his wedding, and months ago when he and his fiancee sent out invitations he’d asked if Sirius or Remus would need a plus-one. Sirius said yes immediately, and by some manner you can’t say you understand but Remus assures you is very typical of them, this evidently devolved into a bet on whether Remus could actually find a date that met his standards and that he was willing to ask to come to the wedding with him. 

As it turns out, Remus is more competitive than you would have guessed. 

According to James and Sirius, no one is ever good enough for him. You’re here to disprove that, though you don’t love that your work crush asked you out because he couldn’t find anyone he wanted to actually date. Still, Remus is your friend, and you were never going to say no to helping him. If you’d known you’d get to see him in this suit, you probably would have said yes even faster. 

“Do you want another?” Remus asks, and you look down to find your champagne glass is empty. 

“Oh my gosh, sorry.” You set the glass down on a nearby table, embarrassment a tickle over your skin. “Yeah, probably best not.” 

“Don’t be sorry.” He tilts his head at you, smiling in that gentle, kind way of his. “You’re here not on a job, love, you should have a good time.” 

“I feel like I am, a little bit.” Your laugh bubbles out of you easily, fizzy like the champagne. “I want to at least act like someone your friends believe you could be interested in.” 

“Just be yourself,” Remus reassures you. “They’ll believe it.” 

Something in your gut flitters at what that could mean. You don’t let yourself think on it. “What if I wanted to dance?” 

He smiles. “Then you should do that.” 

“But would you dance with me?” 

“I would hold your things for you.” His grin takes on a sheepish quality. “Find a chair to watch with all the other lame boyfriends.” 

You tsk. “You’re not lame, Remus.” He looks like he wants to contradict you, but he kisses his teeth instead. “I think I’d rather stay with you, if that’s alright. We can go sit in chairs amongst the lame boyfriends if you like.” 

Remus considers you for a moment. The sky has turned a deep blue around you, the string lights hung up around the space casting a warm glow that filters through his hair and makes it appear more golden than brown. “I would go dance with you if you wanted me to,” he admits. 

You blink. “Really?” 

“Well, maybe not dance so much as hold both our drinks and stand near you while you danced, but I want to stay with you, too.” Remus glances away from your eyes for a moment, a shyness you haven’t seen since you first met in his expression. “If you want to dance, I’ll go with you.” 

You take his hand on impulse, the scars and calluses of his skin alternately rough and smooth between your palms. “I don’t want to make you,” you tell him earnestly, “but I really do want to dance.” 

Remus looks to the side, his smile almost begrudging. “You’re not making me,” he says. 

You end up getting another glass of champagne after all.

[woso-dreamzzz]

Ma'am

Aitana Bonmatí x Royal!Reader

Summary: You steal your father's plane

You adjusted your sunglasses so they covered your face properly as you stepped off the plane.

Taking the private plane without permission wasn't one of your worst deeds but, with one of your brother's absolutely slammed by the public, it wasn't like you could become the least favourite child for something as small as this.

"Ma'am," One of your security detail said," Might I just say-"

"If this is a complaint about anything other than the heat, I don't want to hear it."

He chuckled. "I was going to say, ma'am, that we should hurry along to get out of this heat."

You laughed. "Good idea."

You slipped into the car, instantly kicking off your shoes and rummaging through the side compartment for a snack.

"ETA is thirty-five minutes. We've already called ahead so it should be smooth sailing from here."

"Thank god." You stretched out on the seats and stared out the window. "Did you hear back from my brother?"

"Yes, ma'am, His Royal Highness wishes you a good trip and has already informed your father that you're out on business as a favour to him."

You scoffed. "A favour for William, as if."

"Best not to shoot a gift horse in the mouth, ma'am."

You rolled your eyes, shooting off a text to Kate. "He's only doing it because he knows I'm seeing Harry soon. Honestly, the rivalry between those two is horrendous."

"I don't think I can comment on that."

You ignored him. "I mean, this tug of war is so stupid. I don't need to be bribed to know which one I prefer over them. Which is, just for the record, neither. Urgh. Men suck...No offence."

"No taken, ma'am."

You waved a hand dismissively. "You know what I mean. I think they're both trying to get me to babysit for them."

"I don't really think that they need you to babysit for them."

"It's the thought that counts." You sighed and sat up straight, shooting off another lazy text to Kate to make sure that William didn't narc on you.

The streets of Barcelona sped past you and soon you were exiting the car.

The training grounds didn't look that impressive although you were neither a football expert nor an architect so your opinion on that matter probably couldn't be trusted.

A man was stood outside, waiting for you.

"Her Royal Highness, Princess y/n of England. Ma'am, this is Joan Laporta, the president of Barcelona FC."

He dipped his head. "Your Highness, it is a pleasure to have you here."

"Pleasure to be here," You replied, shaking his hand.

He led you through the hallways, explaining everything to you even though you were half listening. You peeked in to see the men in their gym session but quickly left for the pitches to watch the women.

"As you can see, ma'am," Joan continued on," We pride ourselves on excellence here. We strive every day to be the best."

"Your women's team certainly live up to that," You replied, staring out across the pitch to the group of women running drills.

"Yes. We're very proud."

He seemed to realise that you had no interest in speaking to him anymore as he led you across the pitch to the group.

Your bodyguard cleared his throat again to announce you. "Her Royal Highness, Princess y/n of England."

You smiled in greeting, striding through the group (who parted quickly) to whom you had travelled to see. You cupped the back of her neck and drew her in for a soft kiss.

"Hola."

"Hola, amor."

Aitana drew back with a smile. "I thought you said that you were busy."

You shrugged. "I cleared my schedule. Stole Dad's plane."

"Can you do that?"

"What are they gonna do? Arrest me?"

She laughed, rolling her eyes as a hand came to rest on your hip. She leaned closer. "You kissed me in front of my teammates."

"I'm pretty sure they knew you had a girlfriend."

"Si, but not who my girlfriend was."

"We're hard launching." You shrugged again and gave her a blinding smile.

You turned that smile to her teammates, still beaming.

Many of them were in a state of shock, mouths hanging open comically. You didn't recognise any of them apart from the two English players.

You were there that day at Wembley to hand them their medals with William for the Euros and you were also there the day Lucy Bronze received her MBE.

You smiled politely at both, soaking in the warmth of Aitana's hand on your waist.

"Ma'am," Your bodyguard said, suppressing his own laughter," Perhaps we should go inside. We've been travelling all day."

"Right, yes."

You threaded your fingers through Aitana's and dragged her away, leaving the rest of the Barcelona team to scramble after you both.

Aitana lagged slightly, letting you take the lead and you could hear her whispering quietly to Keira Walsh.

"You're dating Princess y/n?" Walsh said in a hush," This isn't something that you can just spring on us."

You could picture Aitana turning red. "It just happened. We met at the semi-final game against Chelsea and hit it off."

"With a princess. Aitana, how did you manage to 'hit it off' with a member of the royal family?"

"She's quite charming." You winked. "And I was quite happy to be charmed."

Aitana's blush deepened. "I fell into her. It was very embarrassing."

"To you," You teased," I found it hilarious. Oh, what was it I said?"

Your bodyguard spoke up, his voice incredibly deadpan and dry," You said that you'd never had a girl as pretty as Miss Bonmatí fall for you like that, Ma'am."

"Oh, yes. That's what I said. Then I asked her on a date."

"And then I told you that your father wouldn't be happy if you snuck around instead of coming straight home, Ma'am."

"Which of course, I took offence to because I'm an adult and not a stupid child. So I took Aitana out and never quite let her go."

"I thought you were meant to be in London for some fancy dinner," Aitana cut in before her teammates could badger you with more questions.

"The guests cancelled, some kind of medical emergency. I nicked Dad's plane. Good surprise?"

She grinned at you, somehow shuffling closer. "Si, very good surprise."

"Great, then we're gonna get you home to pack. I've got Kate and Will covering for me and free reign of the jet. I'm thinking a few days in Greece? Or maybe Italy? We'll decide on the way."

[averagenolofinwean]

*At a ball in Imladris*

Erestor: *stands alone in a corner away from the crowd*

Glorfindel: *approaches him with a drink in his hand* Lord Erestor, Lord Elrond's chief consellor. *bowes to him* I believe we haven't met yet, and an introduction would be proper.

Erestor: *obviously drunk like a telerin sailor, thriving with feanorian accent* Ye - hicc - 'oundth good.

Glorfindel: *sighs in regret* I am Glorfindel from the House Of The Golden Flower of Gondolin. I am a Noldo, although I am also a full-blooded Vanya. I am at service for Lord Elrond Peredhel as his chief captain.

Erestor: *being very emotional and crying* Ye, Elrond ith - hicc - lil baby brother, i'm 'o proud of him...Gondolin -hicc- i'm tho 'orry for 'Irion - hicc...yer 'o pretty, y' know? You thine 'o much - hicc - and you're hair ith 'o beautiful...Can I marry you?...Oh no, you'll never marry me cauthe i'm a feanorian...noooo but you're tho pretty!

Glorfindel: *clearly uncomfortable with this situation* Are you drunk, Lord Erestor? Shall I call for someb-

Erestor: *emotional outburst with tears in his eyes and drunken agressive feanorian yelling in Quenya at everyone around them* WHICH ONE OF YOU TRAITORTH - hicc - TOLD HIM I WA' DRUNK??! WHO 'PIT?! WHO THE IMPO'ER?! - hicc - YOU TRAITORTH I TOLD YOU TO NOT TELL HIM IM DRUNK! NOW YOU'VE ALL EMBARRATHED ME INFRONT OF MY CRU- INFRONT OF A HOT GUY! - hicc- IF I FIND OUT WHO TOLD HIM, IM GONNA GO AB -hicc - OLUTELY BONKERS! DONT YOU FUCKING LIE TO ME! - hicc- *starts crying properly* I KNOW YOU THITCHED, YOU NARC! I KNOW YALL 'INCE YOU WERE ITTY BITTY BABIETH! -hicc - I SAW YOU 'ITTING IN YOUR LIL BABY PANTH AND THITH ITH HOW YOU REPAY ME? I THOUGHT WE -hicc - WERE ALL FAMILY AND THEN THEY ABANDONED UTH AND NOW I DONT EVEN KNOW ANYMORE - hicc - I 'UST WANNA GO HOME! *puts face into his hands and sinks to the floor* I - sniff - juth wanna go home...

*Everything in the ballroom has gotten dead silent and everyone stares at Erestor with different facial expressions gonig from mild concern, grief, disgust and acceptance*

Glorfindel: *incredibly disturbed and uncomfortable with this situation*... I am sorry, I don't know what's gotten into him, I was only-

Elrond: *hurries over from across the room, fetches Erestor up from the floor and puts an arm around him* Sorry, he's sometimes like this when he's drunk. He's an emotional drunk. Lindir, would you please get Erestor some fresh water and then bring him safely back to his rooms?

[cosmichighpriestess]

Something I think narcissist abuse survivors should understand about narcissists is that, when you stand up for yourself because you know you are being controlled, gaslit and manipulated by them, understand the narc isn't controlling you because they want to take away your power. (I learned this from a self aware narcissist) unconsciously, unaware yes they do want that, but their negative, false huge ego feels like you are not taking their advice and what are you, stupid? From their lens you are going against the grain and they believe you are ignoring their great advice.

Why are you not taking their advice which they feel is right and the only way? Because they only see through their perspective, not yours. Because they're operating from their negative ego instead of their neutral ego. They barely have any empathy and compassion, if any because they don't take the time to understand you. They believe that you were not making the best choices for yourself. But you can see higher choices for yourself because you are most likely following your heart, not your ego. You are doing the best you can with what you've been given. They're projecting their own limiting beliefs and illusionary fears onto you that don't belong to you. So when you stand up for yourself some narcissists will actually respect you.

Not right away because their ego may be very triggered at first, but most of them will see you on their level soon because they look down on people who don't stand up for themselves and they look down on most people because they reject those parts of themselves in other people. Usually they are so disassociated from their reality that they don't even realize they are abusing you. And they are not at a high enough level consciously to have the ability to take accountability. They have an invisible social hierarchy they believe is true and they will actually begin to see you on their level of status when you stand up for yourself and they see that you have your own opinions and your own voice.

"Wow! This person has confidence and knowledge of their own, they are better like me, they are an elitist like me!" No, you are not. But that's what they think. They pushed you so far that you had no other choice but to get louder and defend yourself and your choices. So I would say, gray rock them (give them nothing) because their approval of you does not matter. Relationships are a very tricky thing. It depends on the narcissist you are dealing with. But say for example your narcissistic parent or partner, won't respect your boundaries because you haven't made them clear. Remember they usually won't respect your boundaries but at least try so you can get some space temporarily. Or you can give it to God like I do and go silent and naive on them. That actually works better than clearly setting boundaries in my case.

Give them one warning. " I don't identify with the identity you believe I am. I have changed and grown. I am a new person and I do not tolerate anyone telling me what to do. I have my own mind and my own voice. I respect others and respect their time, opinions and energy. I ask that you respect mine. My energy is very valuable to me. Even if I make mistakes I learn from them on my own. I take accountability for my actions. My personal business and problems are not yours to take on. If I need help or advice I will ask for it. But I will not let you disrespect me anymore, from this point on you are walking on thin ice. I will not speak to you anymore If you disrespect me again."

I would suggest you write this in a note. But if you have a physically abusive person around you, don't say anything. Just find a way to isolate yourself away from them so that you can reprogram your mind and beliefs and so that you can come to a place of acceptance of them. I've talked about this a lot on my blog before, but you have to change yourself if you want to see the change reflected outwardly. You have to shift your beliefs about the people in your life and forgive them everyday. That is the only way you will ever see them change.

But temporarily you need boundaries in order to heal yourself and reprogram yourself and old beliefs. Remember that beliefs are meaningless and you can replace them at any time, in the beginning you have to monitor your thoughts constantly and shift to positive thoughts. But overall shifting your vibration will make the biggest impact on your Earth version because you will become very exhausted constantly shifting your thoughts all day. One negative thought can't manifest.

So find a way to raise your vibration as much as you can throughout the day. Forgive yourself, surrender to the Universal forces and do nothing. Give all of your burdens to the Universe and let your higher self guide you and take the wheel by connecting with your higher self. Pet a dog, take a salt bath, call a friend, go for a hike, listen to high vibe music, treat yourself, watch funny movies, go for a walk and get a coffee, smile more, laugh more, do anything that makes you happy to raise your vibration, find a way to be happy where you are and be okay with what is happening even if it's not what you prefer.

Be okay with what is happening. Come to a place of acceptance for these people and forgive yourself for allowing it for so long and creating the experience unknowingly from unconscious negative beliefs, please forgive them, yourself and you will see them shift and change because by then you will have shifted to another parallel reality where they are not controlling you and hurting you unconsciously anymore. I love you, I hope this helps. 🙏

[ersatz-introspective]

i'm gonna post this here bcs initially i posted it to cf on instagram but frankly i have too many cfs who don't know i'm Disordered™ in this way LMAO

this isn't a super emotional vent & shouldn't have any triggers However it is a super annoyed one

i think i try too often to be "silly" scary & mean & Obviously i don't Actually Try to be either of those, i just like being annoying. i find i do this automatically with "friends" who aren't an ep — if everyone else leaves and i'm stuck with just an ep, i suddenly act like a normal person again LMAO

but anyways point is: in this act, i act really stupid on purpose. i act like a cartoon character. i'm a creature of Show✨. i often make subtle jokes abt murder & stuff that'd probably be seen as angsty teenager cringe. i tease people in a very well-meaning but annoying way. this is my persona that has been established in these circles. i want to make it clear, people do not get offended when i'm like this & when they do i make sure to ask about it & apologise bcs that's ~Healthy~ & at the end of the day they usually seem to really enjoy the way i act (some ppl actually seem to enjoy the attention from teasingly psychoanalysing them A Bit Too Much haha)

but SOMETIMES someone takes the act a bit too seriously?? thinking i'm actually Trying to be mean or threatening or whatevs??? & goes "ur gonna have to try harder than that!! it's not working!!!!" and i'm like okaaaayyyyy big boy

& then i actually do what they say & suddenly it hits a wound a bit too deep. just one single sentence.

this just happened 2 days ago & i get it but idk maybe don't get too proud when it's clear it's just fun&games (the same fun&games as Always) & then get shocked.

frankly, i will not feel bad

& i often don't even realise what is “too far” (it's either probably the autism or the low empathy + egocentrism = i wouldn't be hurt if someone said it to me, so why would others?) most times so maybe don't make it a competition bcz then my narc brain Will compete & then try to make me feel bad abt it

me when i'm in friend groups where i constantly intentionally do & say things so everyone thinks i'm stupid & then i act like i'm not for once ;;;

listen. i may not feel guilty for my actions. i may even think you're Unwise for making your ticks so obvious & then proceeding to act like they aren't. however i would greatly appreciate it if you didn't make it some competition that you can't be scared or offended when you very clearly Can Be, you just think you can't be by me bcs you think a cute little afab like wittle ole me is incapable. & then it all gets soooo awkward afterwards even when i try to apologise but they keep going on abt how it was Too Far and That Hurt & when they finally stop they're just awkwardly quiet until they leave

i can understand getting competitive like this & doing whatever necessary to "win" is not a healthy trait & is probably a result of x y & z npd stuff & yes i did feel very ugly when they started belittling me out of Nowhere but idkkk right now i'm just annoyedddd

usually if someone gets like that i have an ep w/ me who knows i'm a narc i can dm to tell them what i Wanted to say & they can laugh w me (sometimes just acting stupid with others but in the know with an ep makes the feeling go away without actually needing to risk doing anything toxic) but they weren't there this time </222

[get-rammed]

would you tell me more about skeevy drug dealer Diego? 👀 does he still think he's hot shit? and how does he know Bonnie? did they meet before or after Bonnie met Monty? it'd just be funny if he met the both of them without realizing they're related or finding out later on lol

God complex given human/big crocodile form. He is an absolute unit. Standing at 7 feet tall while Human, and 15 feet tall while gator. Absolutely shredded. Knows he's hot shit. Knows he can wreck your shit.

Also has a wide variety of goodies for the depraved. Doesn't really sell directly anymore, but will to a select group of people. Everyone else has to go to one of his lackeys.

Kinda guy you see and immediately make room for because he will not move for you.

He met Bonnie on accident. He was barely 16 at a concert. Dawn took him to go because she liked the band, and wanted to bond with her newly adopted son and show she cared for him.

They got to meet the band up close and something just kinda clicked. Bonnie and Diego talked a lot after and hung out a lot in the weeks following. Just getting high and vibing, going on trips an such. Dawn didn't care too much as Diego got a friend, and didn't get the vibe Bonnie was being a creep. He genuinely wasn't, just kinda clicked with the kid. Straightened him out a little.

Until Diego got into selling shitty weed and worked his way up. Then he became a plug for the band and their staff. Yes Freddy has done some drugs, but not anything too hard. Man just wants to a lil weed and to pass out sometimes.

Skip a few decades and waddles in a 23 year old Monty to replace Bonnie. Diego basically brushed the guy off and told Bonnie he'd be better off else where. Didn't mention they were related. Didn't feel it was worthy of bringing up.

They are related by blood. Diego's bio parents gave him up when he was born, and he got bounced around a lot. Made him a lot of different types of traumatized. But felt so safe and secure with Dawn, and she helped him find some of his family that did want to see him.

Monty's mom adores Diego, partly because he looks just like her. Careful not to say he looks like her sister, his mom. Who was ostracized from the family a number of years prior for just being a shitty person overall. And partly because he's a polite young man who's been nothing short of friendly at the family gatherings :)

Diego doesn't much care for any of his bio family, but knows how far a thank you and a smile can get him :) especially with the scary croc lady

Diego and Monty's relationship is very "we're related, I see you once a year at family gatherings. Don't talk to me.". Diego has always lowkey viewed Montgomery as a loser. A runt who wasn't ever going to go anywhere. He would die the useless sibling to his family.

Yes he has said that to Monty. No Monty has never told anyone. He was 15, being berated by a cousin he didn't know for no reason other than Diego wanted to make him cry and knew Monty wasn't a narc

Bonnie of course asked Monty later if he knew Diego, and got the hint pretty fast how that whole situation is. Didn't really do anything with the information because it didn't seem relevant to him at all. Diego has been his friend for a long ass time, and he just needs Monty to play well so he can retire.

Within the current timeline of the were AU, Monty is 26ish (I've probably said other ages in the past but for now slapping that age on), where Diego is 47, and Bonnie is 55 (not old, old, but old enough to know he wants to kick back. He's been rocking for just over 30 years man).

Diego has made passes at Y/N. Mostly because he knew it upset Monty.

He gets along fine with Morgan, but Montana he's always butted heads with. But he respects her enough to leave her alone.

[transfreakish]

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DNI

[very c*nsored, to avoid being in s*arches]

z*onist or neutral

under 16 (nothing personal, just a boundary!)

pro/c*mship ,, (no)m*ps/z**s ,, pro-harmful p*ras or pro-c*ntact/anti-r*covery ,, dis*bility f*tishists ,, those who s*xualize r*gression

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avid sysc*ursers (more specifically, i hate being involved in any sort of conflict, so please dont try to ask my opinion on shit or include me in any of it and youll be fine; i am a m*dically r*cognized did syst*m, and thats all anyone here needs to know, thanks!)

BYF

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activity will be on and off a lot of the time.

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DIRECTORY FOR SELF

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G/NDER

AL/GNM/NT

m/sc : m/sc or m/sc-al/gned, or using m/sc or b/y or similar as pr/fixes or s/ffixes.

f/m : f/m or f/m-al/gned, or using f/m or g/rl or similar as pr/fixes or s/ffixes.

n/u : n/u or n/u-al/gned, or using any pr/fix or s/ffix that indicates unal/gnment, andr/gyny, or g/nder n/utrality.

m/lti : al/gning with m/ltiple of the above.

SP/CIFIC CAT/GOR/ES

b/sic : g/nders that can typ/cally fall w/thin the g/neral g/nder sp/ctrum.

n/uro : g/nders infl/enced by or c/nnected to neur/diverg/ncy or m/ntal h/alth.

phys : g/nders infl/enced by or c/nnected to disab/lity or phys/cal h/alth.

w/rd : g/nders infl/enced by or c/nnected to phr/ses or w/rds.

w/b : g/nders c/nnected to anything d/gital, techn/log/cal, or int/rnet-re/ated.

an/mal : g/nders infl/enced by or c/nnected to any sort of an/mal.

col/r : g/nders infl/enced by or c/nnected to col/rs.

emot : g/nders infl/enced by or c/nnected to emot/ons.

m/sic : g/nders infl/enced by or c/nnected to m/sic, s/ngs, instr/ments, etc.

med/a : g/nders infl/enced by or c/nnected to any med/a not already included in other t/gs.

th/ng : g/nders ending in the s/ffix “thing”.

b/di : g/nders with the s/ffix “b/diment”, or being the emb/diment of s/mething.

fo/d : g/nders infl/enced by or c/nnected to anyth/ng coms/mable or r/lated to that.

c/te : g/nders infl/enced by or c/nnected to things that are considered c/te or s/ft.

sc/ry : g/nders infl/enced by or c/nnected to things that are considered sc/ry or unsettl/ng.

d/vine : g/nders infl/enced by or c/nnected to anyth/ng rel/ted to div/nity, ang/ls, or th/mes of rel/gion or (un)hol/ness.

ae/ : g/nders infl/uenced by or c/nnected to a sp/cific aesth/tic, sty/e, subc/lture, etc.

em/ji : g/nders infl/enced by or c/nnected to a sp/cific em/ji or comb/nation of em/jis.

fr/ak : g/nders c/nnected to th/mes of being unus/al, un/que, we/rd, off, or “cr/nge”.

gensr : g/nders infl/enced by or c/nnected to ones s/xual or rom/ntic ori/ntation.

xxx : g/nders infl/enced by or c/nnected to potenti/lly m/ture or ad/lt th/mes.

S/BCATEG/RIES

c/nine : g/nders infl/enced by or c/nnected to d/gs or other c/nines.

f/line : g/nders inf/uenced by or c/nnected to c/ts or other f/lines.

h/rror : g/nders inf/uenced by or c/nnected to the h/rror g/nre in some way.

fl/ra : g/nders inf/uenced by or c/nnected to fl/ra, f/ngi, and other gr/enery in n/ture.

aq/a : g/nders influenced by or c/nnected to w/ter and th/ngs that live in it.

bug : g/nders influenced by or c/nnected to any sort of ins/ct or sp/der.

w/rld : g/nders inf/uenced by or c/nnected to other th/ngs in n/ture, such as l/ndscapes, the we/ther, etc.

t/y : g/nders infl/enced by or c/nnected to more “f/n” inan/mate obj/cts, such as pl/shies, d/lls, t/ys, or other such th/ngs.

cl/th : g/nders infl/enced by or c/nnected to sp/cific art/cles of cl/thing or acc/sories.

inan/mate : g/nders infl/enced by or c/nnected to var/ous inan/mate objects not covered above.

act : g/nders infl/enced by or c/nnected to acti/ns or anyth/ng sim/lar, such as car/ers or h/bbies.

g/me : g/nders infl/enced by or c/nnected to any sort of g/mes or ch/racters from them.

l/ve : g/nders infl/enced by or c/nnected to any type of l/ve, affect/on, etc.

s/bst : g/nders infl/enced by or c/nnected to any type of s/bstance (ie c/garettes, alc/hol, w/ed, etc).

m/at : g/nders infl/enced by or c/nnected to m/at, the b/dy in a more v/sceral way (ie b/dy h/rror), g/re, and s/milar th/ngs and th/mes.

str/nge : g/nders infl/enced by or c/nnected to anyth/ng str/nge or offp/tting, such as l/fe and de/th, d/cay, or l/minal sp/ces.

inh/man : g/nders infl/enced by feelings of not being h/man, or h/manity displ/yed in an unn/tural way.

b/ast : g/nders infl/enced by or c/nnected to any s/rt of cr/ature, m/nster, or oth/rwise myst/cal, paran/ormal, or nonex/stent thing.

m/sc : g/nders not fitting any of the above categ/ries.

OTHER

v/sil : l/bels re/ating to v/sility; s/mething, in some way, affecting an add/tional, m/ny, or all areas of ones ident/ty.

ald/rn : ald/rnic; l/bels for one who w/shes to have featur/es or a b/dy that d/viate from what is exp/cted from n/rmal h/man st/ndard or pr/sentation.

or/ent : any l/bel rel/ting to s/xual, r/mantic, or other or/entations of attr/ction.

alt/rh/man : l/bels rel/ting to ident/fying outside of h/manity, such as alt/rhumanity, nonh/manity, th/rianthrophy, end/lics, etc.

m/ntal : fl/gs, l/bels, or id/ntities r/lating to neur/diverg/ncy, being aut/stic, or a m/ntal illn/ss.

d/sab/lity : fl/gs, l/bels, or id/ntities r/lating to phys/cal d/sability.

⚠️ PLEASE DO NOT INCLUDE, SCR//NSHOT, OR SH/RE ANY OF THIS BL/GS CONTENTS ON OR IN ANY “CR/NGE” S/TE, COMM/NITY, OR M/DIA. THANK YOU. ⚠️

[ari-the-rockstar]

"notice how not having a sense of awareness isnt on this list? yes, i experience all three of those traits. no im not a fucking shitty person to random strangers thats just weird. theres this thing called SELF CONTROL that i actually have, ever heard of it? lacking empathy is not a bad thing. "the ability to understand and share the feelings of another", according to the definition. i lack the ability to understand the feelings of other people and i lack the ability to share feelings with someone cause im not a damn spiritual empath. thats not saying im an abusive monster. excessive admiration ooh boy. man wtf do u think im gonna do with that lmao yeah i really need excessive admiration to not want to fucking kill myself but that doesnt mean im gonna go GGRGGGGGG ABRK AKR VBAKRKKK BARKJ and act like a rabid dog if i dont have it. YES i have a sense of entitlement but again wtf am i gonna do with that BARK AT SOMEONE if they dont agree lmao??"

"cause i'm not a damn spiritual empath" nobody is??? low empathy is fine but it's the combination of self-absorbedness which makes it abusive. if you need excessive admiration to not want to kys then...that is a you problem, i'm so sorry<3 it makes sense! someone saying that people with your disorder are abusive is not excessively admiring you. however just because it hurts your feelings doesn't mean it isn't true.

"a, i never said ur abuse is illegitimate lmao what r u on. and yes it SHOULD be rebranded. you wanna know why? if you look up "npd recovery" you fucking get "hOw To ReCoVeR FrOm NaRc AbUsE!!!" and a bunch of shit about porn and how we're demons whos eyes turn black. you say youve done alot of work to overcome them but youre forgetting npd can BARELY recover themselves because of ppl shouting NARC ABUSE!!! everywhere. if you have bpd i realllllyyyyyy dont think u shld be commenting on npd babes im juuussttt saying!! ur not a doctor and npd and bpd dont share the same symptoms!! and literally who tf is using "i was abused too" as an excuse baby bc its not me. u dont see me doing it."

yes you DO say that it is illegitimate. saying narc abuse is not real is LITERALLY saying that my abuse is not real. because it was VERY stereotypical narc abuse. go to r/raisedbynarcissists <3 they will tell you alll about it.

okay but you do realize that narc abuse is a VERY serious problem and maybe you should not be always angry that there are support groups for victims instead of groups to support the people who perpetuate it??? like if you want to recover that's good, but there are a LOT of people who are hurting and if something is not for you just scroll. if you aren't abusive then it shouldn't make you feel bad?

bpd and npd are two cluster b disorders hunny, pwNPD seem to usually just whine about how the world is sooo mean to them rather than ACTUALLY try and recover. i see more about "npd is so sexy and hot" than "how to get better from npd." and fyi LOTS of people use the "i was abused too excuse," i said it earlier so u couldn't pull it on me.

"oh noooo 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 person wi-with bpd is joking about their traits !!! 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 person w-w-w-w-w-w-with npd is making coping jokes!!! 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 o-o-o-oh no scary npd borderline monster isnt having panic attacks 🥺🥺 on their blog 🥺🥺🥺 every 30 seconds 🥺🥺🥺🥺 and is actually using humor to cope!!! wahahahahhahahwaahahhhh i cant handle people who cope differently than me 🥺🥺🥺🥺 you joking about your disorder means y-you cant have it!!!!!! 🥺🥺🥺🥺"

girl what. this is just embarrassing. there's a difference between coping and romanticizing. your WHOLE blog is romanticizing. at some point you gotta do some dirty work and get better.

yeah, you will feel like a shit a little bit. yeah, you will realize that you probably did or said some awful things. if you so badly want to see those "recovery" things then actually put in the work!! you just want to whine and whine forever.

"bb i dont know what ur on but ur objectively wrong and i wanted u to see lmfao. if u say something online it is public. it is PUBLIC. its not private its PUBLIC, i have the right to ss it and i hope u know that<3"

bestie idk where you're coming from but the ENTIRE idea of "npd is good and hot actually" is a very new take. like, 2-5 years old new. the idea of narcissism being ABUSIVE has been around since longer than u or i was alive. if you say something online it is public too <333 i never said anything about it? lmao i just found it funny you singled me out among everyone because you care soo much. cope harder <3

there is no fucking way 💀💀💀

okay lets just !!! ignore ALLLL of my other symptoms because im not abusive i dont have npd sorry guys npd diagnosis cancelled i dont have it anymore sorry guys because this one person on the internet said so

[cinna-stars]

Worth Waiting For

Uhh, okay, this is my first ever fanfic! I might continue it based on the reception, but it was a few thoughts I had in my head that I wanted down on paper. 

18+! Some sexual themes and content throughout, however for those experienced smut readers, this is some mild sauce, not very much spice.

I have to credit @cyancherub for making me think about Kiri smelling like cinnamon, the thought hasn’t left my brain.

Kirishima x Fem!reader 

A cool breeze whispers through the slightly ajar window of your dorm room. The sun set a little while ago; studying always seems to eat up most of your free time, so this wasn’t exactly a surprise. You lean back in your desk chair, arms up, and stretch your muscles into a big yawn. The sudden contracting muscles have your stomach gurgling. It’s definitely time to take a break, so you close your textbook and stand up from your desk. I wonder if there’s any of those expensive sounding potato chips that Momo bought back from her trip abroad left over? The thought makes you salivate as you begin towards your door. You glance to the mirror in the corner and look at your own reflection: hair pulled into a loose, messy bun, torso swallowed up by an old band shirt Denki gave you (after a conversation initiated by Mineta on what you liked to wear to bed) and bare legs sticking out from the hem. Shouldn’t be a problem, as long as Iida isn’t feeling like a stick in the mud this evening. You open your door and begin creeping your way to the kitchen, hoping to keep noise levels to a minimum as to not disturb anyone who might be sleeping already.

Your ears perk up when you hear conversation coming from the communal area.

“On a scale from 1-10, with ten being the most boring, you have exceeded my expectations and we’ve hit an 11.”

“Shut up dude, it’s an absolute cinematic masterpiece. This is why you don’t have the remote- we’d be watching Care Bears or some shit.”

You approach the seating area to see Bakugou, Kirishima, Sero and Denki. The latter two arguing over what to watch. Bakugou looks like he’s about to blow a fuse, so Kirishima chimes in,

“Hahah, okay guys, why don’t we just watch a horror movie, like Scream or something? It’s an easy watch.”

“Sounds like a good idea as long as Kaminari doesn’t shit himself.” Sero tries to start again, but this is perfect timing for you to interject.

“Sero, I’m sorry, last time I checked, you’re the one who had to ‘leave suddenly’ when we watched Halloween.�� A smirk appears on your face from ear to ear as all four boys turn their head your direction. You notice an empty spot next to Kiri and take the opportunity to sit, careful not to flash anyone.

“Hey Y/N don’t be startin’ on me. I have plenty of stories about you that we could share you know? What about the Jaegerbomb incident?” Sero matched your grin, and you feign shock by slapping your hand to your heart.

“You’re breaking my heart, Hanta. Are you the only ones up?”

“Yeah Iida sort of ‘encouraged’ everyone to go to bed early because of the test tomorrow, but” Denki motions in Bakugou’s direction “the angry Pomeranian barked and he gave up with us.” Bakugou snaps his head up from his phone to stare Denki down, but realizing he’s just proving his point, sighs and goes back to scrolling on his phone.

“You okay Baku-babe?” he grunts and flips you off, but you could see the corner of his lip turn up in a weak smile at the affectionate nickname. You knew he meant well, especially after the time you had spent together over the last summer with the guys; he just had a defensive temperament.

“You wanna join us, y/n?” Kiri propositions with a wide grin. His hair was still styled into sharp points from classes today, contrasting with his relaxed clothing choice of a t-shirt, shorts and crocs. He’d also made the addition of a white bandana around his forehead. As usual, he was looking incredible.

After the time spent together as a group over the break, it was great to get to know everyone better. As Sero’s oldest friend, it was always easier to stick by him, which had ended up in your favour by meeting these clowns. You’d slowly got closer to the other three boys too, but there was something about Kirishima you couldn’t shake.

The way you felt when you were left together alone in the same room at a party, or when the other guys ended up flaking so you spent the night together at his place, there was always a feeling of excitement, in more ways than one.

You’ve never been very good at flirting and you just seem to come across as an anxious mess, but Kiri was pretty much just as bad. Meaning neither of you ever made a move. Just awkward giggles and eye contact that lasted just a little bit too long for friends.

“I actually came to steal some of Momo’s fancy chips but yeah, let me get a snack and I’ll be ready. You guys want anything?” You get up off the couch and start your way to the kitchen.

“BEER. BEER. BEER.” Denki chants, making you giggle.

“Oh I’ll come and help you carry them!” Kiri jumps up to follow behind you. You can hear Sero make a ‘wha-PISH’ whipping sound which makes Denki burst out with laughter. In their defense, it was painfully obvious you were both pining for each other.

The kitchen isn’t far but it is out of earshot of the sitting area. You open the cupboard in the corner to find Momo’s chip bag, left sat there completely empty. “Oh come ON” you sigh, picking up the bag and placing it in the trash.

“No chips left? Don’t worry I got you covered.” Kiri stretches to the gap between the top of the cupboard and the ceiling, feeling about with his hand. Your eyes fixate on the skin that is now showing just above the waistband of his shorts. You slowly move your view up the side of his torso, his shirt draping over his body in all the right places, and then to his face, one eye closed and tongue sticking out in concentration. He totally caught you checking him out and now you’re both stood there blushing like idiots. He finally located the bag he was looking for and brings his hands back down, showing off the slightly dusty bag of unopened chips.

“These are your favourites, right?” You stand in bewilderment looking at the bag and nod. “There are many bonuses to being one of the tallest in this dorm” he grins. He even remembered your favourite chips? You can’t help but smile back.

“Thank you so much. Oh let me get the beers!” you walk over to the fridge and open it up, bending over to search for the well hidden cans. You know your ass is on show, and you’re doing everything you can to make it the best view. Arching your back slightly, barely moving your hips from side to side, putting on a full show without being too obvious. “Ah I found them!” You gather them into your arms, the cold metal against your skin sending shivers up your spine and making your nipples protrude from the thin material of your shirt. You stand back up and close the fridge, turning around to a very red in the face Kirishima. You send a sweet smile his way.

“Do you mind taking a couple they’re coldddd” you whine. He composes himself and grabs the first can he can see looking ready to fall. He then proceeds to take another, slowly exposing more of your chest and your hardened nipples. You notice his eyes dart to them and then back on the beers. Are you two really going to carry on like this? Acting like the sexual tension couldn’t be cut with a knife? His wandering eyes now have you blushing and you’re quick to fill the hanging silence. “Should we really be drinking when we have a test tomorrow? I’m no NARC but you know what Denki can get like. He’ll wake up the whole house.”

“It’ll be fine. The only ones that know where the rest of the stash is are you and me. As long as you can keep a secret, we’re Gucci” he winks.

“Did you… really just use the term ‘Gucci’? like completely unironically?” You laugh, nudging his side.

“Shut upppp y/n. Come on let’s get back to them before Bakugo kills Dumb and Dumber.”

 “Hoes and bros we come bearing beverages!” You walk in and pass out the three beers you held to the boys, Kiri slowly following with the chips and the last two drinks.

“Wait, who are the hoes?..... oh.” Kaminari has a moment of self-realization and stares at the beer in his hand.

“Denki don’t listen to her, she is the last one to be calling anyone a hoe” Sero hits you with another of what will be many insults of the night.

“Uhhhh says the guys who has a body count tally on his wall. If you ever get with Mina you’re going to need to take a trip to Home Depot to paint over those you know?” You counter.

“Can we watch the damn film already?! Could’ve watched half the fucking thing by now.” Bakugou finally lets off some of the pent up steam. Both you and Denki lift your arms up to your forehead in a salute. “Yes sir!”

Grabbing a blanket, you and Kiri get back into your original seats next to each other on the sofa furthest away from the TV. Sero is on the chair to Kiri’s right, sprawled over it in the most boyish way possible, legs stretched wide and arms hanging over the back. Denki and Bakugo share the sofa to your left, Bakugou reserved to the spot at the very end, finally turning his phone off, while Denki almost mimics Sero’s positioning, but one hand is wrapped around his beer chugging it a bit too fast. Sero presses play as you sit back into the sofa. Kiri’s arm is already draped over the back of the headrest, and it’s only a matter of time until his arm drapes around your shoulder and you lean into him.

You’re about ten minutes into the movie when he starts to move his fingers in little circles on your upper arm. If anyone saw you right now, they’d assume you two were together. The months you’ve both spent flirting and teasing, the light touches and the lingering cuddles. This is becoming unbearable for you, its overwhelming. How haven’t you kissed yet? You weren’t really a ‘hoe’ as Sero said, but you certainly weren’t inexperienced and have never had this trouble before, so what was stopping you now? If things continued like this, you were going to explode.

You look up at Kiri, admiring the contours of his face against the light of the TV. The way his eyebrows slightly furrow, and the way he’s chewing his bottom lip between his teeth in concentration. You inhale the mild aroma of cinnamon, which is a scent that follows him around everywhere. You’re certain he’s aware you are staring, by the light blush reforming on his cheeks, but he allows you to for just a little longer. Right up until Denki yelps aloud from a minor jump scare in the film, causing you to jolt yourself and grab onto Kiri’s shirt.

“Don’t tell me you’re scared?” he asks, voice low and husky. “Don’t worry, I got you.” He lifts his free arm and tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

“I-I wasn’t scared. Denki made me jump” you pout.

“Aww, even worse haha” he chuckles, the vibrations flow through your body, straight to your core, making you instantly wet. If he ever really knew the affect he had, you might just die from embarrassment. You release his shirt and return your head to his shoulder; however, his hand has maneuvered itself away from your upper arm and is now placed on your hip. The large amount of warmth is slowly followed by a very light squeeze of reassurance, and you’ve never been more aware that you aren’t wearing any shorts.

His breathing has now quickened, and his hand feels like it might even be shaking a little bit. He was so nervous, which makes him even more endearing. A wave of adrenaline rushed through you as you lift your hand to rest atop of his, to give him the assurance that it is absolutely okay to have his hand there.

About three quarters of the way into the film, all drinks have been consumed, chips have been eaten, Sero pauses and gets up for a pee break. “Couldn’t your bladder have waited? There isn’t that much longer left Se-bro” Kiri teases

“Ei, I don’t think I know anyone who could wait as long as you have” he leans down and darts his eyes between the two of you. You glare with intent to BURN. You thought too long for a comeback and unfortunately, he’s already happily waltzing off to the bathroom.

Kiri turns to you with a smile and lowers his voice. “Did nobody tell tape face that anything worth having is worth waiting for?” and you swear in that moment an entire flutter of butterflies were trying to escape you. That’s the most direct he’s ever been and it’s not something easy to ignore.

“I know you both have hidden the beer and I take personal offense.” Denki bellows. “I bet it’s on top of the cupboard where Kiri keeps all the good stuff” and he gets up and skips off to the kitchen, fully convinced he’s going to find what he’s looking for.

“I’m going to bed. Gotta be up early and you extras are pissing me off.” Bakugou gets up and stretches. “Love you, Bakubro! Mwah!” both you and Kiri heckle him with air kisses and you are met with yet another middle finger as he strolls off to his dorm room, that small smirk still present.

There’s that feeling coming back again. The way you feel whenever you’re alone with Kirishima. But this is the most compromised you’ve been: you’re basically half naked, he’s got his hand on your hip and he just dropped an absolute bomb of a line thanks to Sero. You can’t help yourself and before you truly think it through,

“Ei, I think I’m done waiting.” You lift your head off his shoulder, faces only a few inches apart. You can feel both your heart rates quicken in sync and your bodies getting hotter. He raises his hand and takes your chin in his hand, urging your lips forward onto his. The anticipated contact sends electricity through your body and the kiss deepens quickly, his tongue licks your lower lip asking for entrance and you accept immediately, releasing a soft moan from the motion.

You twist your body round so that you’re straddling his thigh, his wandering hand had slipped under the fabric of your shirt in the same place, playing with the fabric of your underwear. Your hands find their way to the back of his head, pushing him further into your mouth. You both are getting sloppy as lust takes over and you find your hips involuntarily grinding on his thigh. He breaks away from the kiss, pulling at your lower lip and working his way down your jaw to your neck, nipping and sucking lightly, causing louder moans to escape you.

“So- fucking long- I’ve waited- to touch you like this” he groans out between kisses and bites, sure to leave a mark. “Sound so pretty”

“Ah- me too, I- fuck” the stimulation from his voice and touch is almost overwhelming, but clarity sets in quicker than you’d like it too. “Sero will- ah- be back any second” and you release your grip on his hair. He’s really trying to pout at you, but he can’t help let his goofy smile beam through. You stare at each other for a few seconds, both absolutely beaming with happiness. He lets out an almighty sigh,

“Uggggh, you’re right. Hey, what are you doing after this?” he asks as you settle back down next to him, making you chuckle.

“Well I was planning on going back to my dorm and sleeping. Unless you have a better offer?” you beam.

“Well…” his grin gets wider, “you know there’s a sequel to Scream, yknow? Think you might wanna… what’s it called..”

“Scream 2.”

“I can make you scream, too. Sure”  and you erupt into laughter together, from his disgustingly awful pun.

Sero approaches from the corridor “Well you two sure can clear a room.”

“I’d blame it on Kiri’s terrible puns, but Bakubabe went to bed and Electabuzz is currently trying to find the rest of the beer but- oh there you are” Denki walks in, with a pout on his face, and flops back on the couch in disappointment.

“Denks, how about we throw a little party tomorrow after the test. We’ll let you in on where the secret stash is, too.” You offer, his expression immediately switching to that of delight.

Even though there was only a half hour left of the movie, it felt like hours until the end credits started rolling. Denki had managed to fall asleep and was snoring at full velocity, and the only person left paying full attention was Sero, as you couldn’t stop your brain from wandering from anticipation.

He shut the TV off and you tasked yourself with waking up Denki while Kiri cleaned up the empty beer bottles.

“Kami, come on sweetie, you need to go to bed.” You nudge him slightly causing him to stir. Sero walks over, and gives him a hard slap on the ass

‘WAKE UP ASSHOLE! Iida will kill you if you sleep on the couch”

“…I- sleep- your mom-..” he sits up and rubs his eyes

“Don’t be so rough Sero, he’s so sleepy look at hiiiimm” You say, admiring how cute he looked in such tired state. Kaminari finally gets up and all four of you head to the lift… shit.

You are Denki are on the 3rd floor, Kiri is on the 4th and Sero is on the 5th… how are you going to get to Kiri’s room without being suspicious?

A/N: Thank you if you read this in full! Please let me know what you think and if you’d be wanting to read the next part (which would include a lot more spice!)

[divinerulerluvr]

Not Allowed

Where Kai gets mad at you for disobeying him and regrets being so rude.

Pairings - Kai Anderson x fem!reader

Words - 2.0k

Warnings - toxic relationship, manipulation, murder mention, blood mention, choking, finger (fem. receiving), honestly Kai is his own warning, edging, teasing

A/N - I was gonna finish and post this last night but i had a breakdown so here i am. This was also supposed to be angsty smut but it started as angst and turned into hurt/comfort smut. So... yeah :/

- - -

Walking into Kai’s house, you immediately headed for the bathroom. You had just killed someone all by yourself and Kai was the last person you would want to catch you with blood splatterings on your skin and clothes.

Reaching the stairs, you heard someone clearing their throat from behind you.

You freeze, only having made it up two steps. You were too afraid to turn around and face Kai with the blood on your face and clothes. You eventually do, worry coating your face as your eyes meet with his disapproving stare.

He quickly notes the blood on your skin, his jaw clenching and a glare crossing his face. “Did you take care of the body?” he asks dryly, his voice monotone.

“Yes,” you groan, hating how he coddled you. He never ever treated any of his other members like this. Just you and it got fucking boring after a while. “And did you get rid of the weapon?” he questions.

“Yes, Kai,” you huff. “I’m tired of you babying me. I’ve killed more people than any person in your cult and yet you treat me like I’m stupid. When I am not,”

He stares at you, sucking his teeth as he crosses his arms. You mock his position, crossing your arms over your chest as you remain standing on the stairs. “I baby you because you need to be babied. You’re sloppy and don’t think,” he says.

You scoff, dropping your arms to your sides as you shake your head. “Just the last mission, you dropped the damn knife and got the guy's blood everywhere. You’re a fucking liability, Y/n,” he criticizes.

“Don’t talk to me like that,” you bite back, offended by his words. “I am not a liability. You’re just an ass,”

“An ass who fucking saved you. Be more respectful,” he says, walking away from you and into the living room. You follow him, walking to where he sits down on the couch. “You did not save me,” you argue.

“Mhm. I did,” he hums, not looking up at you from his phone that he mindlessly scrolls on. You snatch the phone from his hand, tossing it onto the floor beside you. He looks up at you, a grin daring to show on his lips at your rage.

“I want out of this fucking cult, Kai. I’m done,” you demand.

He shakes his head, clicking his tongue. “It’s not that easy. How do I know you won’t narc?”

“Because I could care less about you,”

“Couldn’t care less,” he corrects, looking up at you from his seat on the couch. “What?” you ask, confused by his correction. “Saying you could care less means you do care. Saying you couldn’t care less means you physically can not care less than you already do,” he explains.

“Fuck you and you’re grammar correction,” you huff, turning on your heel to walk out of the living room. Storming up the stairs, you reach the bathroom and slam the door loudly behind you, twisting the lock on the doorknob though you knew it didn’t work. No lock in the whole house worked except on one room and Kai’s bedroom.

You start to pull off your tee shirt, tossing it aside to clean since it had blood on it. Looking in the mirror, you saw the blood seeped through the thin material and got onto the skin on your stomach. Muttering curses, you run the water and try to get the blood off.

The red liquid just smears around, causing you to groan. You walk over to the shower, going to turn it on when the bathroom door flew open, hitting the wall loudly.

You jump, turning to face Kai who stood angrily in the doorway. His eyes scan your body, taking in how you wore only a bra and jeans. “You don’t walk away from me. Learn your place here,”

Glaring at him, you reach back down to turn the shower on only to be pushed up against the wall roughly. You groan, the impact hurting just slightly. Kai holds you by your neck, his grip choking you and keeping you at his mercy.

“Fucking let go of me, Kai,” you choke out, your words pitiful given the state you’re in. He keeps you pressed against the wall despite your weak command, his dark eyes burning you as he stares at you.

“Kai--”

You’re quickly cut off by him letting go of you. He threw you to the side, his aggression making him stronger than usual.

Panting, you catch your balance and return to a standing position. You adjust your bra, the silence in the small room deafening as Kai calms himself using some technique his anger management counselor taught him.

“I’m leaving,” you say, going to walk by Kai and leave the room, no longer caring about showering. Kai stops you by grabbing your wrist, pulling you back to him. He pulls you so that your chest is pressed against his, the two of you dangerously close.

“You need me, Y/n. What type of man would i be to let the weak roam free?” you feel your eyes water, this conflict overwhelming you.

You swallow thickly, the tone of his voice guilt-tripping you into complying. “Don’t you love me?” he adds, making you feel bad about wanting to leave him.

Sighing, you nod sheepishly. Kai smiles softly before kissing you, his lips familiar and kind. He was good at that. You know, the entire making you forget he was a shit person by kissing you and manipulating you.

He moves you so that your thighs were pushing into the sink, his lips still moving tenderly with yours. A stray tear falls from your eye, rolling mockingly down your cheek as Kai kisses you. He pulls back from you, noticing the tear painting your cheek.

Placing his hand on your cheek, he wipes the tear away with his thumb as he looks into your eyes. “Let me make it better,” he whispers.

You nod softly, feeling his free hand glide up your thigh. You pull yourself up so you’re sitting on the sink, more leveled with Kai now. His hand rests on your clothed thigh while the other holds your face in a faux caring way.

His lips meet yours again, not any hint of his previous anger in the way he kissed you. It was his fucked up way of apologizing.

You melt into his touch though, somehow comforted by his hand no matter how many times you had been afraid of it. The hand that rested on your thigh slowly makes its way between your legs. You shudder as his fingers graze over your clothed clit to tease you.

With no need to take off your pants, he stimulates you through the fabric of your jeans. You buck your hips into his hand, your moans silenced by his lips on yours.

He starts moving his fingers a little faster, helping to relieve any tension built by his brief teasing. You moan into his lips, your brows furrowed as you push your hips down into his fingers for more pressure to be applied.

You feel him smile into the kiss, enjoying your fervor for pleasure. Giving in to your adorable attempts, he applies more pressure. You gasp into his lips, the feeling making you soaked.

He pulls from the kiss, his eyes meeting yours as his fingers work at your clit. He pushes your hair from your face, getting himself hard just by seeing your expression. “Does it feel good?” he derides.

You nod quickly, barely being able to keep eye contact as you rock your hips against his hand. “Y-Yes, Kai,” you stammer out, knowing he’d want a verbal response as well.

He grins, pulling you into his chest. Your head rests in the crook of his neck, your body close to his. You find an odd comfort in the warmth of his body as he touches you. Kai relishes in the weak moans that fall so freely from your lips; the cute noises encouraging him to continue.

“Kai... I’m close,” you barely manage to say, your lips grazing his neck. “Not yet,” he warns, wanting to see how long you could last. “I’ll say when you can cum,” A disappointed sigh leaves your lips as you focus on not cumming.

It was harder than it seems.

His fingers rub skilled circles over your clit, changing the pace in intervals to keep you on edge. His hand lands on your hip, stopping you from grinding against his hand.

You wrap your arms around the back of Kai’s neck, suppressing your moans by biting his neck. The pleasure started to become too much and you try to close your legs as an instinctual response.

Kai rips your legs back apart, the rough movement eliciting a gasp from you. He continues rubbing you through your jeans, your wetness soaking your panties.

You were right on the edge of an orgasm when Kai removed his hand from you completely. You were about to complain but Kai cut you off when he started to remove your pants and underwear. You smile excitedly, raising your hips from the sink to help him remove them.

He steps back between your legs, letting you resume your position laying against his chest as his fingers find your wet pussy.

A sharp gasp falls from your lips as he pushes two fingers into your pussy, the sensation making your body quiver. Your body tenses as he starts moving his fingers in a delicious “come here” motion that had you reaching your orgasm insanely quickly.

Your wetness soaks his fingers, making Kai smile proudly. He loved the effect he had on you.

You push your hips against his hand, his palm grazing your sensitive clit. You moan weakly, your moans being more of a breathy pant at this point.

Pushing off your orgasm had become increasingly difficult especially now that his fingers were inside of you. Kai being someone who games and types a lot, he’s very good with his fingers. Really good.

“God…” you trail off, screwing your eyes shut as you push your lips tight together. His spare hand rests on your thigh, stroking your soft skin.

“Good girl, holding out this long,” he praises, his words sending a rush of arousal down to your pussy. “When I get to zero, you can cum,”

You smile, nodding at his instruction. “Five…” he starts, purposely rubbing his palm against your clit as he fingers you. “Four…” he continues his slow counting. Your orgasm was building up and you could tell it’d be blinding.

“Three…”

“Two…”

“One…”

He pauses longer than before. Your entire body tenses up as you await the beloved final number. He grins, feeling how desperately you were trying to obey his task.

“Zero,”

You immediately let go, a moan of relief leaving your mouth as your orgasm crashes over you. You tighten your hands into fists, your breathing picking up even more as you shook from where you sat on the sink.

Kai continues fingering you slowly, pushing you through to the end of your orgasm. You relax, his hand that was on your thigh now wrapped around your back and holding you close to him. His fingers remain in you, allowing you to feel the comforting sensation of being filled up.

“See? Good girls get good rewards,” he whispers, his hand traveling up your back and playing with your hair. You stay silent, still recovering.

“I love you,” you say softly, your voice weak. Kai smiles, a soft chuckle leaving his lips.

“Mhm,”

[johannawrites]

𝗴𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹𝘀 𝗿𝗲𝘃𝗼𝗹𝘁 𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀 - 𝟭𝘅𝟬𝟭

 (  a  series  of  prompts  from  first  episode  of  the  amazon  show  good  girls  revolt .   change  pronouns  as  necessary  !  )

“Um, is it true what you wrote in your letter?”

“Did you really go to an orgy down there?”

“Peace and love are back in California.”

“We can't give up on this story yet.”

“Yeah, well, youth is wasted on the young.”

“Do I have to wear a tiara?”

“Yes. I mean, no. But something fabulously chic.”

“All that's left to do now is to make yourself indispensable.”

“Fantastic. What's her number?”

“She's only going to talk to me.”

“Okay, look, I know you were the more natural fit for this story, but there's nothing I can do. Don't sabotage the story.”

“I'm trying to help.”

“No, I'm working under a deadline.”

“I get serious and start a family.”

“A serious family. Please don't invite me to the dinner parties.”

“I don't joke about writing or cooking.”

“I don't joke about drinking or cooking.”

“See, we're the perfect duo.”

“It's like you guys are fighting over the lower bunk bed in jail.”

“We're finally in the same city after months of being pen pals. God.”

“Well, I already told my parents you were coming.”

“Oh. Your parents. I didn't, uh... I didn't know that they were a part of this event. It's... it's so conventional. I mean, I have to kiss the ring before we can start dating?”

“You know, I wouldn't mind meeting your parents.”

“Oh, no. No one's meeting my parents. Ever.”

“See you in an hour.”

“What are you still doing here?”

“Quite a cat fight last night.”

“Is it true that someone's left a comb on her desk every morning since she got back?”

“You sound like an old man who doesn't know what's cool anymore.”

“Real women never go out of style.”

“No, coffee's supposed to be black. You don't put milk in coffee.”

“Oh, I was just coming to find you.”

“So sorry I stood you up last night. I was working late and I just crashed in the infirmary.”

“Don't try and soften me up.”

“Why don't you let me make it up to you. Hmm?”

“Okay. A week ago we were sending each other letters sprayed with sandalwood oil. What happened?”

“That was a dream. You moved back home to New York. To reality.”

“I'm young. I want to have fun, I want to tiptoe through the tulips. I feel like you're trying to put me in a box.”

“I'm not. Is that what you think of getting dolled up for a night on the town?”

“I don't have anything to wear.”

“They're gonna love you. I already told them how happy you make me.”

“Hey, babe. If you don't change, everyone's gonna think you came home with me anyway.”

“And that's when you saw the first guy fall down or get pushed down?”

“I'm not saying it's sh1t, but you might want to take another stab at that lead. Starting off with a quote won't fly, believe me.”

“I don't suppose you could run out and grab a birthday gift for a 13 year old girl?”

“A lot can happen here in 90 minutes, Y/N. Anything else?”

“How about you start calling me by my full name?”

Nope. That'd take too long.”

“I was here, too...I fell asleep.”

“Okay, now without yelling at me, tell me what she said.”

“They started the riot, not the fans.”

“So they're hiding something. Shit. That's good.”

“There were 300,000 people there, but no law enforcement presence whatsoever.”

“You're pretty cute when you've got a scoop.”

“But they escalated things instead of controlling them.

“I am so proud of you.”

“Hey, as far as I can tell, you and I are kicking everybody else's ass in the city.”

“The song will haunt you because you have such a good ear for music.”

“You should really get high first. Then you'll really dig it.”

“Well, I'm over 30. I'm too old to try pot.”

“Oh, no. No one's too old to smoke out.”

“That's good to know.”

“Because nobody trusts the police.”

“Because they would arrest you for smoking marijuana. So the bands felt safer hiring an outlaw motorcycle gang.”

“So they bonded at those parties. There was a kinship.”

“Yeah, but doing drugs doesn't necessarily mean you believe in peace and love.”

“Well, yes, it does. Uh, I mean it... did. It was supposed to.”

“Can't say I'm surprised at your decision. Bummed out, but not surprised.

“Can you use your dad's credit card?”

“You can't be serious.”

“We're too close to give up now.”

“Your car is downstairs.”

“I'm not gonna make it.”

“Oh, good, you got the gloves.”

“I'm glad you spent a little extra for the 11 inch style. The ones that hit you right at the wrist bone are the least functional things I have ever…”

“I just haven't slept well the last few nights. I'm... clumsy.”

“You didn't eat much dinner.”

“I ate.”

“What do you women even do in there?”

“I'll be out soon.”

“No, I don't want anything about me in print.”

“Like I told you before, I am gonna read all of your quotes back to you.”

“No, I don't want my name, age or anything about me in there. I'm disposable. I'm a back up singer. My job is to sweeten the band's sound. And I do that only as long as I look good and sound good to them. You dig it?”

“If anyone from a record company reads that I'm up there with an opinion of my own... That I'm a narc... I'll be moppin' floors instead of singing in amphitheaters.”

“Good morning, my whispering coven.”

“Is she sick?”

“Very ill. Death's door.”

“Well, I feel like shit and I'm here. Call her and tell her to come in.”

“People are devastated out there, Y/N.”

“There's devastation in here, too.”

“Detailed eyewitness account from two sources.”

“Great. What did these guys see?”

“The guys are gals.”

“One of the things that stuck with me over the years is what I learned about ancient Roman dentistry. To treat a toothache, they advocated gargling with urine. And it was only after prolonged and ineffectual swishing with piss that an extraction would ultimately be undertaken.”

“This is a three-ring circus, folks.”

“But both of their stories support one another.”

“There are our man-on-the-street interviews, except that they happen to be women with no clout.”

“Oh, God! I knew I could break this story wide open, and I did.”

“You stood me up. For the second night in a row. You lied to me so that you could help them... Are you listening to a word I'm saying?”

“My God, is there a "we" in any of this?

“I'm sorry I stood you up. Twice.

“You turned the ship around.”

“Yeah. That felt pretty good.”

“Please, do not insult me by making this personal.”

“Did you do my job for me yet?”

“I left you two choices. You present me with the same two choices. It's unacceptable.

“Why don't you arm wrestle over it?”

“So boring.”

“Just pretend like you're seriously working.”

I don't want to get fired here, okay?

“Oh, I... I got my period.”

“Is this the first time?”

“That's simply how we do things here. We have rules, protocol.”

“Those rules are dumb.”

“We do not change our modus operandi for one person.”

“Now, clearly, you are a very talented…”

“Clearly, I don't belong here. This is ridiculous. I quit.”

“Well, your name is all you have in journalism.”

“Did you get another job?”

“No, I just got this one.”

[vintageneptune92]

I think I’m falling in love with you

Alaric x Reader Imagine

Requested by @fandom-addiction-queen

Prompts:

If I see you go anywhere near her, you’ll have to deal with me.

I’m not going anywhere

Living in Mystic Falls was exhausting. You were over the supernatural world. Ever since Klaus had shown up in Mystic Falls everything had been upside down. Being a human in Mystic Falls was some what terrifying. You knew one day you would either end up dead or as a Vampire.

Elena and Jeremy were your younger siblings. You were 5 years older than Elena. You were living in South Carolina after you graduated High School. When your parents died you had moved back home to help Jenna. Now it was you and Alaric keeping an eye out for Elena and Jeremy. You had found the spell that made the Gilbert rings. Bonnie had made you one of your own. You had refused to take the one Elena had given to Ric from him. You had argued with him back and forth until Bonnie showed up with a more feminine version of the Gilbert Ring.

The two of you spent a lot of time together. It made you feel something in your gut that you couldn’t even begin to acknowledge. You were pretty sure he felt the same way. The subtle flirting back and forth. Binge eating takeout and watching movies together while Jeremy was out doing whatever he did and Elena was off doing her Salvatore balancing act.

You knew the two of you couldn’t go there. Because of Jenna. Ric had been in love with Jenna and she had been slaughtered for Klaus’ gain. She was your Aunt. You couldn’t betray her like that. But it was getting so hard. It was tearing you up inside.

Which brought you to your current location. Drowning your emotions in Jack Daniels at The Grille. Matt was slowly getting concerned. You had downed almost a whole bottle yourself and didn’t seem to be slowing down. He didn’t want to narc on you so he just kept an eye on you and decided if anything got out of hand he’d get someone over here to take you home. He knew things had been rough for the Gilbert family. He didn’t know how you got out of bed in the morning so some binge drinking seemed to be a reasonable reaction. He’d just never see you take it to this extent.

“Well hello Darling.” You looked to your left and saw Kol Mikaelson’s face beaming back at you. This is what you needed. A distraction. And he certainly was a sexy one. “Drowning our sorrows are we?”

“Something like that.” Matt came over and pored Kol the drink he requested eyeing you. He didn’t like this one bit. He didn’t trust any of the Mikealsons. Especially not Kol.

“Run along quarterback.” Kol then turned his attention back to you. “Care for a game of pool?”

“Why not?” You took his arm and let him lead you to the pool tables. Matt shot a text to Elena expressing his concern.

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You had finished your second game of pool with Kol and he was quite charming. Between the liquor and his witty comments you were completely disarmed. So much so that the two of you were currently walking through the town square, yours was just more of a stumble. He held your hand and led you down an alleyway and soon you were pushed up against the wall and his lips were on yours. His hands were all over your body. You could hear the alarm bells in your brain faintly going off. You didn’t want to do this. Kol was fun but you didn’t want to go there with him. And there was a chance you wouldn’t make it out alive. Elijah had warned you that he was volitile.

“Kol...we shouldn’t do this” you struggled against his body. “Come now sweetheart yes we should.” He trailed kisses down your jaw. “Kol please stop.” You tried pushing him off but he was so incredibly strong. And you were too drunk to fight back. You felt his lips on your neck and then his fangs but befor he could sink them in a gust of wind game and someone else’s arms were around you.

Stunned you saw Elijah pinning Kol to the brick wall hand in his chest squeezing his heart. Alaric was holding you up. “I believe she asked you to stop.” Alaric spat at Kol. He was now wrapping you in his jacket. Your bare arms were like ice. Sobriety came barreling in like a freight train.

“Elijah you’re hurting me.” Kol growled out. “Brother be thankful that it is my hand in your chest and not a dagger. Have you no manners? No self control? Y/N has been through plenty. Much of it due to Niklaus. You will not be the cause of more pain in her life. If I see you go anywhere near her again, you’ll have to deal with me.”

As soon as Elijah removed his hand Kol was gone. Your heart was beating fast. “Oh God I’m so sorry. I’m so embarrassed. We were playing pool and having fun. He was walking me home because I didn’t want to drive. I��m so stupid. You warned me about Kol. I shouldn’t have drank so much and gotten myself in that situation” Your face was in your hands you felt Ric’s hold on you get a little tighter. Elijah came and pulled them away and looked into your eyes.

“Y/N- darling. I like to think you and I have become good friends since I’ve been in Mystic Falls. You trusted me when no one else would. You’ve helped me. You made sure Damon removed the dagger before returning my coffin to Klaus. I know you had pain prior to meeting me. But I’ve seen you go through some very traumatic events while I’ve been here. And yet you spend every day taking care of others. Trying to protect your family. You are not stupid. You’re incredibly smart and strong. You’re just overwhelmed and tired. You wanted to let off some steam. It’s not your fault my brother is a miscreant. Kol as a human was mischievous. Being a vampire made him so much worse. No longer harmless. His charm could fool anyone. Do not blame yourself. But take my advice. You cannot take the world on alone. You need to lean on those you are close to. Let those that love you help carry the burden.” You noticed his eyes traveled to Alaric’s face. “I will call you tomorrow to check on you.” Elijah kissed your cheek and then in a flash he was gone.

You turned into Ric and hugged him tightly by wrapping your arms around his waist. He was considerably taller than you were. You felt safe with him. When you let go he had both of his hands on the sides of your face. He wiped away some of your tears with his thumbs.

“Y/N- I knew you were struggling. I wish you had come to me. To talk or at least bring me along for the binge drinking so I could protect you.” The look on his face was so tender and loving.

“I know. I just didn’t want to be any more of a burden. It’s a lot to handle. Elena and Jeremy. All of the insane supernatural crap that goes on here. You already left once and Elena convinced you to come back. I didn’t want to be the thing that pushed you back out the door.”

“You could never be a burden to me. And I’m not going anywhere. I was in a bad place. I left not because you guys were too much but because I didn’t think I could do it. I thought you guys deserved better. But you made me better. You make me better.”

“How did you know I was in trouble?” It hit you that you hadn’t told anyone where you were going. “Matt. He was concerned so he texted Elena that you were drunk and with Kol. He said he was keeping an eye on you and that if anything seemed off he would let her know so someone could step in. And then he went in the back for a second and came back out- you were both gone. I was at the Salvatore’s with Elena. She called Elijah for help. He and I went one way. Stefan and Damon went another to make sure you were safe.”

“I should text Elena.” You went to pull out your phone.

“I already did. Come on, we’re going to the boarding house. Elena is there now. We’re going to crash there tonight. We figured you could use your makeshift family tonight. You smiled and nodded. He put his arm around you and led you to his car. You pulled your phone out and shot a text out to Matt.

Thanks for having my back Matty. You REALLY saved me. A few moments later your phone buzzed in your hand.

Y/N- you’ve always had my back. Glad I could return the favor. I’m even more glad that you’re okay. I’ll see you tomorrow. Drink a lot of water for the epic hangover you’re going to have.

You set your phone in the cup holder and were surprised when you felt Ric’s fingers intertwined with yours. His thumb was tracing circles on the skin inbetween your index finger and thumb. You let out a contented sigh and watched Mystic Falls pass outside.

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Damon was pacing when you walked into the Boarding House. The two of you had become close. He was also your best friend and well as Ric’s. “Are you okay?! He didn’t feed from you did he?! Let me see your neck!” He demanded.

“Damon- Damon stop, I’m fine.” He hugged you. “It was smart to call Elijah. Kol is afraid of him.” Alaric followed you in with a duffle bag in his hands. “I just kind kind of want to go take a hot shower.” Jeremy grabbed the bag from Alaric.

“Elena- come show us what room she’s staying in.” Jeremy urged. Elena nodded and put her arm around you and led you to the stairs. You couldn’t help but think they were all over reacting. Elena glanced back at Ric as you went up the stairs.

Once you were in the room Elena sat down on the bed and motioned for you to join her. You gave her a questioning look when Jeremy shut the door and then came and sat across from you and Elena in the bed.

“Guys- I don’t need an intervention or a lecture from my younger siblings. I let my guard down and it won’t happen again. It was stupid and-“

“That’s not what we wanted talk to you about.” Elena interrupted you and patted your hand.”

“Ooookay....” You motioned for one of them to continue.

“We wanted to talk to you about you and Ric” Jeremy finally blurted. You looked at them both with wide eyes. “What about me and Ric. There is no me and Ric.”

“And that’s the problem.” It was Elena’s turn. “We know he has feelings for you and you have feelings for him.”

“What gave you that idea?” You didn’t know where this was going but you weren’t ready to admit anything.

“Um- we’re not headless” Jeremy said laughing. “The two of you are completely obvious. I see the way he looks at you. And the way he stares when you walk out of the room. Your flirting is shameful. The way you blush when he compliments you. The way you hang on his every word when he drones on about history and artifacts. I’ve never seen your face light up the way it does when you’re talking to him or looking at him. And vise versa. The only two people that don’t realize it is the two of you.”

“Guys- nothing is going on between me and Ric. And nothing can ever happen.” Elena took both of your hands.

“Y/N it’s okay. I know for a fact that Jenna would be okay with this. She loved you both and she would want you both to be happy. Especially together. Ric isn’t cheating on her or leaving her for you. You found love in eachother after a horrible loss.” You had tears in yours eyes. “I promise you it’s okay.” You hugged Elena and soon felt Jeremy wrap his arms around the two of you.

A half hour later you were coming out of the bathroom. You were in cotton Pajama pants and a fitted v-neck T-shirt. Your hair was piled ontop of your head in a messy bun. You were startled when there was a knock at your door. You smiled when you saw Alaric standing behind it. He had. Big bottle of water and some Advil. You stepped out of the way so he could come into your room.

“I figured you’d need this. I wanted to see if you were okay.” You shut the door behind him.

“I’m okay. Really. You guys are going overboard.” You saw irritation flash across his face.

“Y/N he could have killed you. He could have ripped that ring off your finger and killed you.” He was in front of you cupping your face. “Y/N I can’t lose you too. I wouldn’t survive it. I think I’m falling in love with you.”

“Ric” you whispered.

“It’s okay if you don’t feel the same.”

“Shut up and kiss me.” You pleaded. His lips crashed against yours. You felt complete for the first time in a very long time.

[theboykingofhell]

Ricky!!! Respond to this in your own free time but I just gotta rant a little, since this isn't something I can talk to my friends with. Has to do with Bad Symptoms. Well, I don't actually know if it's an NPD thing or not, but when someone tries to explain something to me, even if it's something I know diddly-squat about, I get offended? And angry. Really angry. Was wondering if you experienced anything like it. I love you always, hope you're having a chill day <3

oh BOY... OH BOOOOYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY... lemme tell you... Yes. oh my lordy lord i have so much trouble accepting shit being explained to me unless it’s in a VERY SPECIFIC very gentle and passive tone ESPECIALLY... EEEEEEEEEEEEESPECIALLY... IF I ALREADY KNOW THE THING

like, fu c k, i’ve been studying psychology for? years???? but SO often (especially on this hellsite) ppl try and explain psychological shit to me and it makes me SO MAD!!!! IT MAKES ME SO MADDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!1 I KNOW MORE THAN YOU AAAAAAAAAAA

and my other narc friends do similar things so y e it’s definitely an npd thing haha <333

[mirroringshards]

okay lets go through this oooo boy!!!!

"nobody is??? low empathy is fine but it's the combination of self-absorbedness which makes it abusive. if you need excessive admiration to not want to kys then...that is a you problem, i'm so sorry<3"

nobody is; yes, actually, people are. people can be spiritual empaths. they can pick up on energy and things people are feeling. it is a real thing. dont be ignorant.

low empathy is fine but when youre self absorbed its not; agaiiinnn baby have u ever heard of self control? have u ever heard of self awareness? ever heard of not doing shitty things because you KNOW theyre wrong?? its not that hard.

if you need excessive admiration to not want to kys then that is a you problem; yes, baby yes it is. i never told u its not. im saying that its not abusive and that im not abusive bc i need that lmao u completely ignored my point there.

"saying narc abuse is not real is LITERALLY saying that my abuse is not real. because it was VERY stereotypical narc abuse."

and u cant, u cant rebrand it,,? you cant change the damn name to something that doesnt directly hurt npd? ur community cant even agree on the damn meaning of narc abuse its either "npds fault!!" or "narc is an adjective". the coiner has done alot of shit too. saying the term isnt real is very different from saying the abuse that u experienced isnt.

"okay but you do realize that narc abuse is a VERY serious problem and maybe you should not be always angry that there are support groups for victims instead of groups to support the people who perpetuate it??? like if you want to recover that's good, but there are a LOT of people who are hurting and if something is not for you just scroll. if you aren't abusive then it shouldn't make you feel bad?"

dont be angry there are communities for narc abuse victims but not npd; ok so. so u want me to recover... but you dont want there to be communities FOR me to recover. pls make this make sense.

if something isnt for you just scroll; ok. ok ill scroll through 10000000+ articles telling me im a monster only to reach one itty bitty teeny tiny 100 char article that doesnt help at all. we cant "just scroll" when we're trying to find resources for OUR DISORDER because people are demonizing us. itll take so long JUST TO FIND ONE. but its ok because u guys are healing then complaining about us not healing!!!!! yayyyy go u guys!!!!!!

if you arent abusive why do you feel bad; because being told that im a monster when im looking for RECOVERY RESOURCES sends me into a crash and tbh that doesnt feel good babbeeesss that really doesnt feel good!

"bpd and npd are two cluster b disorders hunny, pwNPD seem to usually just whine about how the world is sooo mean to them rather than ACTUALLY try and recover."

bpd and npd are two cluster b disorders; but they. they dont share the same god damn symptoms they fall under the same umbrella. they are NOT the same disorder. u cant comment on something u dont have.

they dont actually try to recover; sorry not sorry but im not gonna recover bc some random internet stranger is trying to force me to. and again we CANT recover there are no RESOURCES AVAILABLE for us to even TRY. its just waah waah narc abuse waaah narc abuse!!! and that isnt great!

"girl what. this is just embarrassing. there's a difference between coping and romanticizing. your WHOLE blog is romanticizing. at some point you gotta do some dirty work and get better."

girl what; im not a girl<3

your whole blog is romanticizing; oh noooo 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 person wi-with bpd is joking about their traits !!! 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 person w-w-w-w-w-w-with npd is making coping jokes!!! 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 o-o-o-oh no scary npd borderline monster isnt having panic attacks 🥺🥺 on their blog 🥺🥺🥺 every 30 seconds 🥺🥺🥺🥺 and is actually using humor to cope!!! wahahahahhahahwaahahhhh i cant handle people who cope differently than me 🥺🥺🥺🥺 you joking about your disorder means y-you cant have it!!!!!! 🥺🥺🥺🥺

"yeah, you will feel like a shit a little bit. yeah, you will realize that you probably did or said some awful things. if you so badly want to see those "recovery" things then actually put in the work!! you just want to whine and whine forever."

if you wanna see recovery things then put in the work; ..what work. what work bb. scroll until i find that 100 char article u were talking about? no thanks lol i dont think i have to put in effort to try and fucking find safe communities for my disorder

there is no fucking way 💀💀💀

okay lets just !!! ignore ALLLL of my other symptoms because im not abusive i dont have npd sorry guys npd diagnosis cancelled i dont have it anymore sorry guys because this one person on the internet said so