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elitehoe · 2 years

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The whole entire dash after watching Matt delete the "I miss you babe let's make up" text he was going to send to Hangman

#GIVE ME HUNGBUCKS YOU COWARD #give me the strongest tranquilizer you got #I'm gonna start swinging he better not play with me #crying screaming throwing up rolling on the floor sliding down the wall #matt whatever you're doing fucking stop #matt is in timeout he needs to sit in the corner and think about his decisions #matt jackson #hangman adam page #being the elite #bte #aew

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klkirbles · 3 months

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he is just so gorgeous during the weave scene, i had to make some edits of that smile!

#crying screaming throwing up #sliding down the wall banging my fist on the floor #rolling around kicking my legs #ripping my shirt off transforming into a werewolf howling at the moon #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #gale of waterdeep #gale dekarios #my posts

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stormyoceans · 9 months

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[CHANTS] ONE PALM DISTANCE ONE PALM DISTANCE ONE PALM DISTANCE

#CRYING SCREAMING SLIDING DOWN THE WALL YELLING FOAMING AT THE MOUTH ROLLING ON THE FLOOR THROWING UP BLEEDING INTERNALLY AND EXTERNALLY #OH IM HAVING THOUGHTS #last twilight the series #morkday #jimmy jitaraphol #sea tawinan #m: txt

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burgercheese1812 · 1 year

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Leo: So I can do the very dumb thing and likely get myself injured OR I can listen to Jason and Piper the “fun sponges” and not do the thing.

Piper fun sponge Mclean:

Jason fun sponge Grace:

Leo: I think we all know there is a very clear answer here.

Leo: *proceeds to obliterate himself in a fiery explosion to kill Queen Potty Sludge*

Piper: LEO NO!

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chrlvctius · 6 months

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this song by crimason 😞😞👊🏻👊🏻

#crimason #spotify #amen #WASEHJSHEJDHD #shitting crying throwing up #crying screaming sliding down the wall #screaming crying rolling on the floor

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siriussslut · 6 months

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Omg more cowboy rem plssss!! Literally anything he’s just so hot. Maybe size kink and manhandling, he must be so strong working all day like that, would be a shame if he didn’t have somethin pretty to throw around afterwards🥹

cowboy remus is hot i’d be his perfect lil house wife i need him SOOOOSSOSOBADDDD

anyways, warnings: size kink, dom/sub dynamic, use of “sir”, “doll”, and “good girl,” breeding kink, stomach bulge, mention of pregnancy

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remus tosses you carelessly against the kitchen table, your back slamming into the wood. he pushes you further down with ease, spreading your thighs wide open. you whine as he leans down, looking directly at your pussy as he shoves your panties aside.

the cloth is already soaked through, leaking onto your skirt. “fuck, baby, you’re so wet.” he spreads your legs wider, his large hands gripping your thighs with urgency.

you swing yourself upwards as he straightens, immediately reaching to undo his shirt. he lets you, and you toss it onto the floor the minute his bare chest is exposed. he’s slick with sweat and dirt, filthy after a long day of work on the ranch. you want to lick him.

before you get the chance, he pushes you back down, undoing his belt as you go. his dick swings out of his boxers, giant and erect. he leans closer and it ghosts your core, teasing the skin of your inner thighs.

“this alright, doll?” he asks, his voice a low murmur.

“y-yes, sir.”

he grins and grips your legs tighter, slowly sliding his dick into your wet pussy. you moan as he fills you up with his full length, gasping once again at his size.

“does that feel good?”

“mhm,” you manage to choke out, voice an octave too high.

he thrusts into you and you see a slight bulge through the cloth of your apron, right above your bellybutton.

wetness pools in your cunt, spilling out onto your inner thighs.

“you’re s-so big.”

“is it too much for your tight little pussy?” he asks, thrusting into you deep and slow.

“no! no, sir, i can take it.”

his fingers slide down to play with your pulsating clit. “good girl.”

you grind into his touch, back arching against the table where the two of you had eaten breakfast along with your children just hours before. where you’ll eat dinner tonight.

you cry out as he somehow manages to go even deeper, pussy walls fluttering against his insane length.

he growls, “fuckin’ love this pretty pussy.”

you reach for something, anything to ground you through his thrusts, fingers grasping onto his bare hip. freshly manicured nails dig into his flesh, hard enough to leave marks.

an animalistic whine of pure lust escapes his throat. he fucks you faster, fucks you deeper, hitting all the right spots.

your vision goes blurry, blobs of black dotting your sight.

he rolls his hips into yours, managing to get even closer. you can feel his sweat dripping down onto your skin. “can’t wait to fill this tight li’l pussy up,” he rasps out.

the thought has your pulse quickening, excitement at him fucking another baby into you.

“please!” you scream, voice needy and unguarded. “please.”

his cock jerks around against your walls once, twice, before he’s creaming, filling you up with ropes of hot cum. he thrusts deeper into you, pushing his thick white seed further inside of you, plugging your pussy.

“do you like that? do you like being full of m’babies?”

“y-yes, yes sir. i do.”

he leans down to pepper kisses down your sweaty chest, making a mental note to buy a pregnancy test.

#he has the biggest dick on the planet actually #he’d be so big you’d feel him in your fucking chest #cowboy!remus #cowboy!remus lupin #cowboy!remus lupin smut #cowboy remus #remus lupin #remus lupin smut #remus lupin x y/n #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin x you #remus lupin x reader smut #marauders #marauders era #marauders smut #marauders era smut #smut #hp smut #harry potter smut

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ghouljams · 1 month

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Fae using magic to make their partners bodies adapt when mating is so hot!!! 😩 The thought that it would break them if it wasn't for Fae manipulating their anatomy... screaming crying throwing up

The monster fuckers can come get their juice now, I'm doing monster fucking, size queen, shit.

It should hurt, it should split you open until you scream and sob, but when König pushes his monstrous cock into you it's slick and pulsing. You can't take your eyes off of it, your breath hitching in your chest as he pushes and pushes it into your tight cunt. It must be magic that keeps you from ripping, must be magic that let's your pussy hug his cock like a vice as he eases each inch into you. Not even halfway through and you can tell his cock is starting to bulge out your stomach, you clench around him and a monstrous growl echoes through the forest. He stretches you past what you ever thought possible, squeezes against every soft spot within you, and lets you feel every delicious inch of him. You can feel every vein, the ridge of his bulbous head where it butts against your cervix. Fuck, he's already hit the end, there's no more space for him.

König grinds against you, stirring you with his fat cock and making heat sizzle up your spine. You whine, eyes fixed between your legs at the monster settled inside you, the length left to go. König gives a testing thrust and something in you shifts. You jerk, arch your back with a breathless gasp as your body adjusts for him, forces itself to make room for the cock bigger than your arm. It's like nothing you've ever felt before. You stare, unseeing, at the forest your body wrapping around König like it was made for him as he slides every fat inch into your cunt. Your eyes roll back, you can feel him nudge your ribs, can feel him stretching your shirt and pushing against the already sliced waistband of your pants, god...

His drool drips onto the forest floor, mushrooms sprouting from the decaying leaves where it pools. You can hear the low growl vibrating through his chest, can feel the creak of the claws holding you up, the spread of them, the way his pinky presses against the head of his cock. You look down and whimper at the absolutely destruction that must be coursing through your body, the huge cock magically forced inside of you. You can't bring a single thought to your head, can only do your best to swallow down the greedy drool that fills your mouth, and listen to the wind whispering at the presence of a king. You may as well be a fleshlight in his hands. You can't feel your legs.

König moves you up and down his cock, using you to pleasure himself. You watch the motion of it greedily, fascinated, you must be dead ten times over to be letting this happen. But it doesn't hurt, there's just the warm aching drag of his thick cock against your insides. Each gummy inch of your cunt tries to keep him inside, clenching when he bumps your sensitive spots, making tight heat pool in your stomach. It's such a heavy pressure, unyielding, and deadly the way it shocks pleasure up your spine with each inch of movement. You come on his cock without meaning too, the orgasm too deep and wanting for you to anticipate, it breaks through you and König whines at the squeeze of your walls around him.

"Meine Königin," he rumbles, the very air, the click of his claws and teeth, the rustle of his fur and spines, seem to speak for him, "if you don't relax it's going to hurt."

You take a shaking breath and tip your head back to look up at the monster over you. His eyes are red, his teeth like tombstones. You stick your tongue out for him, your lips parted and your eyes bleary with barely contained tears. He smiles, and dips down to shove his tongue down your throat, the appendage wiggling inhumanly to stretch your poor throat the way his cock has stretched your pussy. He only pulls away when your lungs are starting to burn and your vision is starting to darken at the edges. You suck in a breath as he pulls you up the length of his cock and shoves you back down. The burn of it rips through you, and you scream for the whole forest to hear.

"Little masochist," König chastises, "of course you'd want it to hurt."

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frantic-fiction · 3 months

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Astarion x Tav, Astarion x gn!Reader

Summary: In the midst of battle a stray fireball hits you causing damage to your hair. Your hair is part of your identity, losing it seem unimaginable. But it's just hair right?

Notes/Tags: Tav has curly hair (I have curly hair, this is purely self-indulgent, hurt/comfort, Astarion being a good partner

Word Count: 1.1k

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The delicate flakes crumble between your fingers like tiny wisps. You gaze into the porcelain sink, transfixed. Another pass of the brush sends singed strands cascading into the bowl.

"It's just hair."

Dropping the brush onto the counter, it bounces and clatters to the tiled floor. You don't bother to pick it up because all you can see is the stranger in the mirror. Red swollen eyes and chapped lips, blood splattered across their face. But what caught your attention was the strangers' hair; what were once long beautiful curls—the types of curls people envy after—were now choppy and uneven. Your face was framed with uneven fried tendrils, and the right half of your head was singed so close to your scalp that you're just now registering the painful burn that grazed your face.

"It's just hair."

It could have been worse. You've dealt with broken bones and stab wounds. Experienced moments where you'd be dead if magic did not course through Faerun. So why does this feel different? It was a simple fight. It was child's play for the party, just a couple of cultists. But you didn't see the halfling. At least not until his firebolt burnt half your hair off.

"It's just hair."

Karlach and Wyll tried to assure you that something could be done, that a new hairstyle could be salvaged with what's left of your hair. You disagreed and promptly ignored the two for the rest of the journey back to the Tavern. After you asked, Gale gave you his spare cloak, and you threw it over your head. You took the back stairway, too afraid to face the others. To face him.

Taking a deep breath, you pick up the pair of shears, the cold metal feeling daunting in your hand. You grab a chunk of hair with shaky hands and snip it off. You grimace, squeezing your eyes shut. Biting your lips hard, you force yourself not to cry, not now. Because if you cry now, you'll never be able to finish what needs to be done. But the tasks get hard the more hair clogs the porcelain basin.

Inch by inch, your best qualities and attractiveness are cut away because no one says how much they like your eyes or your skin. No, it's your thick curls and long hair. Hair. Your identity, your safety blanket, is now ruined because you didn't pay attention. Why were you such an idiot?

Tears blur your vision, and you throw the scissors with a scream. The mirror cracks, and you slide down the wall. Hugging your knees to your chest, you allow yourself to cry. Why bother anyway? A haircut isn't going to help anything.

"Tav?" Astarions's voice is concerned. He presses up against the door, and the handle jiggles against the lock.

You stiffened and pushed farther away from the door until your back hit the tub. You uselessly wiped the tears away. "I want to be alone." Your voice betrayed you, and you know Astarion will not be leaving.

"Darling," he sighs softly, and the door clicks open because, of course, it does. "The wizard mentioned…" Astarion trails off when another sob rolls through you.

He quickly drops to his knees and scoops you into his arms. Astarion cradles you against his chest, and you sob, crying as he rubs your back and kisses your face. He tells you he loves you until your wails are reduced to sniffles, and you have nothing to give. The two of you sit quietly in each other's embrace until Astarion speaks.

"Do you mind if I do something?"

Furrowing your brows, you nod hesitantly and allow Astarion to pull you to your feet and lead you to a chair outside the bathroom. He sits down and retreats to the bathroom to grab your brush and the shears. You curl in on yourself under Astarion's gaze.

"I'm very sorry this happened, love," he said, pressing a sweet kiss to the apple of his cheek. "I won't be able to undo the damage, but if you'll let me, I can even it out and get rid of the damage."

You reach for Astarion's hand, and tears trickle down your cheeks. "Do what you need to do."

He works in silence, and you have nothing to say; the only sound that breaks the room's stillness is your sniffles and the sound of the shears. You try to ignore the sight of your curls falling to the ground, but the pile keeps growing. When Astarion finishes up with the back of your head, he moves to the front and begins to fix your bangs and tackle the right side of your head. His lips are in a concentrated pout as he intently layered your hair.

After what felt like an eternity, Astarion stands up, dusting your hair off your shoulders. You're on your feet and rushing to the floor-length mirror across the room. You freeze midstep just before the mirror; swallowing hard, you fist your shirt.

At first look, you're genuinely startled; it takes you a moment to recognize yourself—your face, skin, eyes, mouth, everything all the same. But your hair is so drastically different it's like you're a different person. Once down to your mid-back, the hair sat just above your shoulder, gentle curls falling in ringlets. Strikingly, half the hair was shaved, giving the whole look a sharp edge. It was much thinner than before, and you felt somehow lighter. It didn't look bad, but you weren't sure how you felt.

"What do you think?" Astarion whispers from behind you, reflection absent in the mirror.

You raise your hand and run it through the curls; they jump back up upon release. Turning around, you look up at him. "Do you think it looks good?" You redirect, not knowing how to answer his question.

Astarion smiles and pulls you in by the waist. Cupping your jaw, he gives you a sensual kiss that has you melting. He quickly pulls away, "I am quite a magnificent hairstylist. It's just another of my many talents."

You shove him, and Astarion laughs brightly. You try to move away, but Astarion tightens his grip. "My love, your hair is just a small part of you. You could have all your hair fall out this instant, and I would find you just as beautiful."

"Really?" He nods, and you tackle him with another kiss. Gods, you loved this man.

"Though I would certainly miss pulling your curls when I-"

"Astarion!"

"Did I forget to mention this look suits you very well. Make you look positively delectable." And then your lost in each other.

So... yeah this is kinda what I wish I had when I cut my hair. Not that I burnt my hair off but after i cut my hair, all I heard was how people miss my curls, and that I shouldn't have cut it. Got me thinking about if my hair was really that important. I don't know what i'm trying to say anymore........

Let me know what y'all think

Taglist: @heartfully10 @ayselluna @marina-and-the-memes @anixson @canonicalchaoticneutral @toadsbitch @meulinkitten-blog

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#astarion x reader #astarion x tav #reader insert #bg3 #astarion #bg3 astarion #astarion ancunin #astarion imagine #fanfic #writing #hurt/comfort

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dazedazaii · 5 months

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Hello haein!! I saw that your requests were open so I would like to request a Dazai x ( fembodied! ) reader x Chuuya? (The reader can use any prns but they're afab that's what I meant:3) Dazai and Chuuya having a contest who makes you feel more pleasure/makes you orgasm faster? Maybe dacryphillia, manhandling, bondage, a bit of dubcon ( they're tipsy ) and overstimulation.

Thank you have a great day🙏👤

tipsy ‘n real nasty !! — o. dazai & c. nakahara

tysm for being my first request ></ !! i hope i did this some justice …

cw: threesome, praise, crying / sobbing, fem terms but reader is labeled w they them / you yours, piv, bondage, overstim, begging, creampies, oral (m reviving), lmk if i missed anything

”aha, chuuya ~! look at me, sliding in so easily. pretty slut, taking me in all the way. gonna make you cum in three minutes ….” dazai laughed as your moans rumbled in on chuuyas dick, his full size in your mouth. your wrists tied up rather tightly with some gauze dazai had left lingering around and your legs were wide open as the chocolate haired man slid in and out of your walls roughly, making sure there would be bruises by tomorrow morning.

there were empty bottles of alcohol scattered around the tatami floors, and dazai’s breath smelt of alcohol. it wasn’t just him, though. both you and chuuya had been drinking the same amount that dazai had, face blush red with the alcohol getting to your head and making everything a blur.

chuuyas hips buck into your mouth as you let out a muffled moan, the corners of your mouth drooling out as chuuya wiped it with his thumb, face a bright red hue as he grips onto your hair with shaky hands, ignoring dazai’s remarks and pushing you into deeper, helping you bob your head faster as the ginger lets out a trail of moans, throwing his head back.

“feels so gooood, hahh ~ f- fuck ..! jus’ like that, baby, yeahhh ..~” the ginger grunts into your mouth as dazai huffs, leaning closer into your ear and letting out a seducing moan, perhaps purposely, but who know if it was real.

feeling dazai’s dick twitch inside of you and his hip movement becoming more sloppy, you looked at chuuyas eyes, half shut and staring at you as you suck him off with vibrating moans that only made him want you more. dazai clenched his teeth and whisper into your ear. despite not being able to see it, you knew he held a smirk on his lips.

“gonna cum inside ‘nd fill you full …” without having the time to say anything back, you felt the bandaged man’s cum sweep inside of you, making you moan louder, the vibration making chuuya moan along and finish off in your mouth, his cum drooling down your lips as you limply laid on the bed, desperate cunt dripping with the mixture of both you and dazai’s cum. the both of them pulled out around the same time as dazai placed a gentle kiss on your cheek, licking off the small tears rolling down your face from the intense pleasure.

“ahh, ‘m soo turned on by your tears, ‘donna …” dazai checks his clock and frowns slightly before chuuya does the same, smirking.

“four minutes to make them cum ? bet i can do it in two.” the ginger shoved dazai away from your glistening pussy and lined himself up before blinking and asking you if you were alright. you nod, unable to form a proper sentence before chuuya places a gentle kiss on the corner of your lips, his slender fingers traveled down to your clit and he made small circles on them before shoving his dick inside of you fully, making you scream out in pleasure, toes curled and eyes crossed.

dazai scoffs and rolls his chestnut eyes, crouching in front of you and stoking his cock, making you drool as you get pounded relentlessly by chuuya.

the small pearls of precum leak out of dazai’s reddened tip before opening your jaw and shoving his whole cock in, making you choke and tears spill out even more. the ginger seed your tears, and can’t help but lean in and kiss them away, this thrust getting faster and faster, clearly turned on by it.

“pretty tears — shiiitt ~ crying ‘n moaning like a bitch in heat …” chuuyas movements become faster as he glances at the clock, his smirk growing wider. dazai grits his teeth, pulling your hair and making your movements on his dick faster. you feel your stomach turn from both of the men fuckinf both holes relentlessly.

moaning into dazai’s cock, your cum spills out, chuuya finishing inside of you, his dick deep in and slow fucking all the small drops of his cum that spilt out. sweat dropped down from his forehead and dazai pulled out from your mouth, making you pant and shudder. naked and cold, the ginger coos you and placed hot kisses on the corner of your lips.

“dammit. we tied.”

“the hell ?! let me see that.”

the timer marked another four minutes, and the both of them turned to you, a sweaty and hot mess. dazai smirks and leaned closer to your face as you quietly babbled nothing.

“you don’t mind if we have a tie breaker, now do you, belladonna ?”

#bungo stray dogs #bsd #bungo stray dogs dazai #bungo stray dogs chuuya #bsd dazai #osamu dazai #bsd chuuya #chuuya nakahara #bsd smut #dazai smut #chuuya smut #dazai x reader #chuuya x reader #bsd x reader #dazai x you #chuuya x you #bungo stray dogs x reader #혜인 🖋️

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thecuriousquest · 5 months

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U2 & Bakugo?

You dropped this: 👑

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Leaving Isn’t Easy

Thanks, Soap Anon! You’re too much of a cutie pie. Love you tons, and thanks for the awesome prompt request!!! Bakugou is one of my favorite characters to write for! 🖤🤘

Tag List: @issamomma @repostingmyfavs @palesweetscherryblossom @chickennugnugnug

Warnings: Yandere themes, NSFW (abuse), violence, hitting, face slapping, kicking, hair pulling, physical threats, knife threats, Katsuki is a sad boi, kidnapping, choking

Request: “The only way out of this house is death.”

Yandere Alphabet Prompt

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You’re fighting for your life, clawing at the arms of the hulking pro hero above you. Katsuki Bakugou chokes you with scarred and heavy hands, making you feel as though he’s about to crush your neck and kill you at the same time. Your legs go from thrashing and kicking wildly to twitching as your soul slowly slips from your body.

Just as the last of your life clings to you as if trying to hold on for just a little bit longer, he decides to let go. Bakugou gets up, kicking you so hard in the uterus you think you might be infertile now. He’d be doing you a favor, but still, it hurts so badly that you can’t help but vomit.

Gasping for air that you feel will never come to you, finally, you manage to suck in a deep breath. Wiping the bile from your lip, you look up at him with rivers in your eyes. Drops of rain cling to your lashes, rolling down your cheeks in despair.

Pointing an accusatory finger at you, he snarls in your face, “Don’t you fuckin’ look at me like that when you were the one who tried to leave! If I hadn’t caught you, who the fuck knows what could’ve happened to you, dumb bitch!”

“Bakugou…” you whisper with slight resistance in your voice as an arm clings to your hurting lower stomach. “It’s not too late to let me go home. I won’t tell anyone. We can act like this never happened.” You can’t help the cough slithering up your throat like a dry snake with rough scales.

His palm cracks down on your cheek, his other grabbing you by your hair, forcing you to look into dark rubies hidden by ash blonde hair.

“It’s Katsuki! This is the last time I’ll say it: This is your home now. Get that through your fucking head because the next time I have to say it, I’ll make you carve the words into your own arm with a dull knife.”

“Okay! Katsuki, I’m sorry!” You throw your hands up, a pleading gesture for mercy. You’re apologizing even though you did nothing wrong.

The sting in your cheek and your hair has you begging him for relief, screaming for him to let you go. He shoves you back, sending your head mere inches from banging against the hardwood floor. You stop yourself from hitting your skull in time, sending your arms out to catch yourself.

You watch, wearily, as he slides down the wall, letting his hands catch his head as he rakes fingers through his spiky hair.

“I don’t want to have to keep repeating myself. I love you. ‘M not letting you go, dumbass.” He grabs you by your ankle, reeling you in towards him.

It surprises you, and you grunt in pain as he collects you in his strong arms. He sits with his legs crossed, and he places you in his lap like a child holding a puppy.

If he’s trying to comfort you, it’s not working. You’re tired of crying. You no longer want to break out into tears because of this man, but he kicked you, slapped you, kidnapped you, and threatened you. This isn’t even the first time he has assaulted you. You feel like you should have built up some kind of immunity to his cruel treatment by now, but you react the same way every time. You’re scared of him, and it shows.

His voice grows rougher, deeper, sadder as he leans into your hair, placing his chin on your head. “I won’t lose you. I…can’t lose you. You’re mine, and you’re not going anywhere. You hear me? The only way out of this house is through death.”

#triggering content #triggering themes #yandere themes #yandere #yandere x you #yandere x reader #yandere x y/n #yandere x darling #my hero acedamia #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #yandere my hero academia #yandere boku no hero academia #mha katsuki bakugou #yandere katsuki bakugou #yandere bakugou #yandere katsuki #yandere katsuki x reader

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peachyloveswriting · 1 year

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Hi there! ^.^ I have a Trigun Stampede request! Several actually, but no pressure from me!

Vash reacting to his brother having an adopted female child plant reader? Vash finally has his brother cornered and on the ropes, so to speak, but before he can disable his brother by aiming for his joints or something, child plant reader shows up and takes the hit, or maybe throws herself over her adopted father’s body- Knives- to try and protect him? She cries and through her tears and sobs, asks Vash why he’s tying to take away/hurt her papa?

How would Vash react to this, and how would Knives react? Pretty please?

They are serious OOC I'm so sorry lol

Summary: Knives created another independent child, this one has latched to him like he's their parent. Now he can't step away from them, but what happens when they get hurt?

The child's cries -- (Knives)

The tension is thick and low haze covers the surrounding area. Staring down at the bottom of the stair case is Knives, he's looking down at his brother Vash.

"Why are you doing this!?" Vash's voice echoes off the walls. Knives is unaffected by his shout and continues to glare down at Vash.

"To take back what belongs to us, Vash." He says calmly.

Vash's face grows serious. "But you're taking away the lives of perfectly innocent people!"

Knives scoffs at his brother's revelation. "They are hardly innocent."

"You wouldn't know that!"

Vash's footsteps rush up the stairs towards his brother, your heart sinks in your chest. You know he told you not to move but your legs react without much thought. Vash's foot connects to your side, you scream in pain, the force sending you sliding across the metal floor.

You can hear Knives scream your name as he rushes over to you, panic and worry on his face. "What did I tell you..." He quickly kneels by your side, his hands tenderly reaching to pick you up. "Why would you do that?"

Tears spill from your eyes as you move to your hands and knees, and slowly stand. "Why are you trying to hurt my Papa!?" You stumble around Knives to see Vash. His eyes are wide and his mouth is agape in shock.

"Why? Why would you hurt him?!"

Suddenly Knives scoops you up under your arms, holding you tightly against him. His arms wrapped around you in a protective manner as he glares at Vash. Suddenly his eyes soften when he looks back down at you, your face hidden in his neck.

"It's okay dear, he won't hurt me again. I'm okay." He soothes you quietly.

Vash takes a step forward. "Knives, what's going on?" His brows are creased with wonder and concern. He just punted a child after all...

Suddenly Knives's harsh, angry gaze meets Vash's. A shiver rolls down his spine at the anger flowing from his brother, he can't help but step backwards, an overwhelming fear overtaking him.

"You'll pay for that." He growls. You can feel it in his chest as he speaks, his metal tendrils snake around the plant, smoke covering your exit as he leaves with you. You're cradled in his arms, his harsh eyes turning soft as he looks down at you with worry. Your face is hidden away in his chest as you quietly cry and he feels his heart break in two.

"It's okay darling, daddy's okay. I won't let him hurt you again."

Vash watches as Knives disappear into the smoke with the child in his arms, he feels confident and lost but above all else, he feels guilty. How could he harm a kid like that?

#knives millions #millions knives x you #millions knives x reader #knives x reader #millions knives #trigun x reader #trigun stampede x reader #vash imagines #vash imagine #vash x you #vash x reader #vash the stampede x reader

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elitehoe · 2 years

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Hiroshi Tanahashi vs Hangman was my predicted Forbidden Door match I'm so fucking sick right now

#crying screaming throwing up rolling on the floor sliding down the wall #I could have had tanahashi vs hangman 2 FUCK #hiroshi tanahashi #hangman adam page #aew x njpw #forbidden door #aew #aew lb

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starstruckwillows · 1 year

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♡ o'children - r.l ♡

starstruckwillows 🂱

requested by @flamey-0 💗

platonic!remus lupin x reader, hurt/comfort, slytherin!reader, spy!reader, suggestions of torture, description of pain and tiredness, mention of throwing up

dumbledore and his child army

your face was harrowed and slightly sunken, skin clinging to the bones as you folded your arms around yourself, trembling all over.

stumbling back from the kitchen door, the weasley twins raised their wands, shouting for everyone to come downstairs now.

a deatheater was on the premises.

the tears choked you as you shook your head, sinking to your knees and rolling your wand across the ground as a sign of peace.

"no, m'not." was all you could manage through your split lip and aching exhaustion.

as the walls of the room swirled into patterns through your dazed eyes, you vaguely registered your cheek pressed onto the chilling floor before you were gone.

waking later that evening to find yourself in a bed was no easy task. peeling your eyelids open made your jaw clench to prevent from screaming.

the transition from laying to sitting felt like playing drums on your spinal cord.

you noticed remus lupin, your defence against the dark arts professor from sixth year, observing you from the corner. assigned to keep watch.

"how did you get in here?" the question was hard and unsympathetic.

why wouldn't it be? they think you kill muggles and muggleborns and support you-know-who.

the thought of him sent a ripple effect over your body. fast breathing, heart dropping, hands shaking, his icy cold stare forever embedded into your mind, the feel of his inhuman fingers gripping your shoulder.

"dumbledore told me."

lupin raised his brows, "dumbledore told you. a deatheater."

you winced harshly at the word, the violent reaction causing blood from your broken lip to slide down your chin.

"i'm not a deatheater," you all but sobbed.

the man approached you without fear. probably because your wand was nowhere in sight and you didn't look like you were in a state to punch. he grabbed your arm none too gently and pulled your sleeve back.

the grotesque snake writhing across your skin made you cry out, tugging it back to your chest as you shook your head.

"stop, stop."

you didn't look up at your old professor, afraid to see disappointment. everyone you knew from your old life was either disappointed or terrified now. it made you want to throw up.

it was two days into solitary confinement, during which someone stayed posted outside your door at all times, and the house elf kreacher brought in your food. he seemed to like you, at least. for all the wrong reasons.

two days before dumbledore sent back a letter confirming you were a spy, and it was he who had asked you to become a deatheater in the first place. he made a loose comment on your bravery and said you should be treated with care, as if you had returned to grimmauld place, it likely meant you had been found out.

he was correct.

even though you were allowed to leave your new room now, you didn't. the other order members brought your food now, trying to coax conversation from you, but you did not reciprocate.

over the course of a week, you wrote down everything you'd discovered in your eight months as a deatheater. that information was then passed along, and you didn't try to communicate past that.

everytime you wanted to speak, you could only remember the desperate croak of your voice as you begged a masked deatheater to stop. to stop with his crucio and assorted spells you couldn't even remember.

pathetic. weak. dumb.

"may i come in?"

you recognized this as remus lupin, now, and you said he could. if he heard you or not was a different matter, but he entered the room and cautiously took a seat on the chair before you.

"i apologize for my accusations when you first arrived."

you shrugged. he had to do his job, but that sentence seemed too long to speak without breaking down.

he continued, "what you've done for the order was incredibly brave. you'll never be thanked enough for what you've gone through to get us the intel we have now."

hearing him say that, whether true or not, you had made a difference, you had done something to aid the war efforts, it almost made it seem worth it.

the silence covered the room as you felt your old professor scan you. everyone else had pity rolling off of them in waves when they came to see you. lupin had something else.

"when i was your age, during the first war, i had to go undercover too."

that made you look up, at least. listening.

"i'm sure you're aware by now of my... lycanthropy."

there had been rumours, when he left. you weren't sure they were true at the time.

"dumbledore asked me to go into the ranks of you-know-who's werewolfs. to the root of all my problems, the one who turned me, ones who'd eaten people i knew, the ones who would never touch a drop of wolfsbane because they liked it. they liked the power of being a monster. i lived with them for a year."

tears welled in your eyes. angry tears. how dare dumbledore ask such a thing of professor lupin? how dare he ask such a thing of you?

how dare he?

you pinched the bridge of your nose, "so he's on his third generation of child soldiers."

remus lupin surveyed you warily, and you knew he was questioning your loyalty. he wanted to tell you to trust dumbledore, but how could he do that? how could he do that when you had trusted the man and ended up here?

"dumbledore is a man burdened with too much knowledge-"

you finished his sentence for him, "and not enough empathy?"

lupin sighed, and in true gryffindor manner decided to ask you straight out, "are you still loyal to the order?"

you didn't respond for a moment. initally, you felt the white hot iron of anger squeeze your heart - after what you'd sacrificed, he dared doubt you? then, though, you understood. maybe he thought the deatheaters had slightly entranced you with the notion of selfishness.

but at the end of a day, one subtle tyrant to one unsubtle tyrant, your choice was clear.

you'd follow the one not murdering and torturing, and trying to commit a cleanse of muggles and their magic children.

"do you ask because i'm a slytherin?"

"no. maybe. it's not unreasonable to assume years of isolation from your peers based on your house wouldn't ignite anger. i imagine being branded now won't help that either."

you shrugged, and it sent electrical pain throughout your body, "you're right. but no amount of bullying or intolerance could make me become one of them."

lupin pressed on, "most extremists don't start as extremists, indoctrination works on those made vulnerable by years of separation and abandonment."

"that may be so, but it hasn't happened here and it won't happen here."

he stopped. he was convinced. and a part of him was seething.

"i am sorry for what you went through."

"many people have suffered for the order. i won't be the last."

"someone will."

you understood what he meant. someone will be the last to suffer because you will win the war.

"i see that."

"good."

he gave you space then. but you heard him linger outside your door for a few minutes, and were unsurprised when he re-entered the room.

with a sigh, "you may be right about dumbledore, i don't know. but what i do know is nothing can take away from the bravery of what you did, and nothing can take away from the fact you were part of this war effort, a massive part. you've prevented hundreds of deaths and kidnappings. thank you."

there wasn't much to say, but you hoped he saw your appreciation in your face.

hey little train, wait for me. i once was blind but now i see.

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blueicequeen19 · 2 years

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Broken & Bruised Pt. 2

Warnings: unprotected sex, angst

Two weeks had gone by and I tried my best to keep my distance. JJ was angry and he was taking it out on my body. I was too afraid of hurting him to let him fuck me so he took it out on my pussy or my mouth. My throat would be sore for days. It was day six of ignoring his calls. He needed to rest and heal. I was too afraid he’d over exert himself and take longer to get better. It didn’t stop the dirty texts or phone calls. One time he’d FaceTimed me just as he got his release then hung up. My jaw fell to the floor at seeing the brief image of his cum coated hand and swollen cock. Then him hanging up was a sure sign he was mad that I was avoiding him.

After a week past, I went over when I knew Kie was gone and Pope let me in. I slowly climbed the stairs as I tried to think of a way to lessen the blow. His wrist was still in a cast. He still had sore ribs. His face was mostly healed aside from a few small bruises. I don’t get long to contemplate before the door opens and he snatches me up by the front of my shirt, letting the door slam.

“Where the fuck have you been?” JJ snarls, pinning me against his dresser.

“You’re going to hurt yourself!” I don’t fight him, too afraid of causing damage. My body trembles as he yanks my shorts and panties down then drops to his knees to feast.

I throw my head back with a moan as he lifts one of my legs over his shoulder. I rock back and forth on his face as sparks shot through my body. The man knew how to use his tongue. Just when I’m ready for my release, he slows his tongue and places a kiss to my clit.

“JJ, please.” I whimper, my body shaking from being denied.

“No.” He growls, nibbling on my clit with his teeth and I yelp. He was punishing me. I’m suddenly spun around and forced to bend over the dresser, my toes barely touching the floor. A sharp smack lands across my ass and I whimper.

“Count.” He bites out, fisting the back of my shirt as he holds me in place.

“One.” I whimper. He delivers four more, hard and fast. Tears fill my eyes but I don’t back down. I secretly loved this side of him. I wasn’t used to it from him.

“You’ve been avoiding me.” JJ grumbles, his cock suddenly between my legs.

“Your friends hate me.” I pant as he slides up and down my slit.

“So?”

“You’re hurt. I wanted to give you time to recover.”

“Consider me recovered.” He slams inside me with one brutal thrust and I cry out. My legs shake as I wait for him to move. He seems to be savoring the feeling. I shiver as his warm hands slide up my ass and onto my back, his cast scratching my skin.

“So perfect.” I feel butterflies in my stomach at his soft words. I swallow the lump in my throat as he lifts my leg up high and drapes it over the dresser, opening me up.

“JJ, move. Please.”

“Baby, this is for me. Not for you. I needed you and you stayed away from me. Now you don’t get to cum. Not until I tell you to.”

“I’ll scream.”

“Go ahead. I won’t be the one embarrassed in front of my friends.”

“JJ—.”

“Shh, feels good, doesn’t it?” JJ pulls half way out then thrusts back in. I bite back a moan just from being filled by him. He does it again, his good hand gripping my ass firmly.

“Don’t hide from me again.”

I don’t get to argue because he starts fucking me so hard my toes curl and the dresser starts slamming into the wall. It steals my breath away. I throw my head back as my orgasm starts to peak but JJ halts his movements, molding himself to my back with a chuckle.

“JJ, please let me cum.” I beg, trying to roll my hips back into him but he stops me.

“Why should I?” He grabs my ass roughly, scratching me with his cast as he spreads me obscenely. Then his tongue is buried inside me. In my ass. My hand slaps the wall as I fight against the pleasure. My mind screaming at me how dirty this was but my body loved it. Then two thick fingers plunge inside my pussy.

My eyes roll back as the wave crashes forward.

Then he stops.

Again.

“You motherf—.” I start to shout — scream, even — then he’s buried balls deep inside me again with a wicked laugh and stealing the air from my lungs.

“Your brother can’t keep us apart.” He pounds into me hard, a sob clawing it’s way out of my throat as I teeter on the ledge of sanity. If he denied me again I might break down and die.

“You can’t keep us apart. I won’t let you.” I scream my release so hard my ears ring, soaking us both as he sets a savage pace.

I was going to be just a bruised as he was.

My legs shake, threatening to give out as he kept going until finally he came with a feral moan, leaving us both breathless and covered in sweat.

JJ withdraws and spins me, cupping my face as I fight to clear my mind and regain control over my body. I felt like I was floating and in a daze. He kisses me softly.

“Don’t leave me. Don’t let them win.” He whispers, placing his forehead against mine. I don’t realize I’m crying until he wipes a tear away.

“I won’t let you die.” I hiccup on a sob. He knew my plan this whole time. He knew I’d call it quits to protect him. If I didn’t, my brother would make sure he killed him this time.

“I’ll die without you.” JJ pleaded, kissing me again and silencing my cries.

“Promise me?” He whispered after he pulled his lips from mine. I cupped his beautiful face and kissed him deeply, feeling him grow hard again between us.

“I promise.” I kissed him again, stroking his cock with one hand.

What he didn’t know, was this was the last time I’d see him. If keeping him safe and alive meant breaking his heart, then I’d do it.

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thedevilsoftruth · 5 months

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2- Break Away / Again

" Hey god, why are you doing this to me? Am I not living up to what I'm supposed to be? "

Summary: Marc Spector opens up to Jake Lockley about his internal struggles.

Warning: This is the Second part of my Moon Knight fanfiction inspired by comics like the Lemire and Smallwood run. Not everything in this is canon so don't get mad at me; its fucking fanfiction. There are heavy mention of self harm and suicide in this fanfic, depression and drug abuse references and mentions of overdosing, DID and foul language. If you don't like it, don't read it.

50 minutes ago:

The lights in Marc Spectors apartment were all turned off, the only source of the light it got was the full, new moon shining above the earth. Marc sat up in his queen sized bed, his black blanket falling off his broad shoulders and into his lap. He waited for a moment, staring at the moon through his window with a glare that read nothing but pure hatred.

" Are you out there, Khonshu? " He called out, fondling with his fingers anxiously. He looked down at himself, looked at the stitches and scars covering his bare torso. He waited longer and didn't receive any answer. The longer he waited, the angrier he got. He stood up, angrily throwing aside his blanket and grabbing his brown pocketknife off his nightstand. He threw open the curtains and pressed the button on his pocketknife, the blade sliding out from its slot in the handle.

" You see what your torment has done to me? " He laughed, pointing to the scars on his body; the reminders of the battles he fought everyday. But there was no one out there, not a single soul to call back to him. Marc didn't like that. He screamed and reached for his desk chair, pulling it out of his desk, hoisting it up in the air and throwing it across the room. The chair hit the door with a very loud thud and fell to the wooden floor with a metallic clank.

" Mother fucker! " he screamed, standing against the wall and beating his fists into it. He panted, his chest heaving up and down while he started to cry. Hot tears streamed down his cheeks, his hands starting to shake while he looked down at the pocketknife in his hands.

" You never cared, " he sobbed quietly, broken up by an occasional laugh as he held out his forearm, gripping the blade tightly in his other hand and pressing it against his skin.

" What drugs are you taking now, my son? " Now Khonshu wanted to show his face to Marc again,but just in the worst time possible. Although Khonshu didn't really have a face, he felt like he was grimacing at the sight of Marc.

" Oh i don't know? the kind that drowns out your annoying voice. I'm not on drugs right now. " Marc muttered, withdrawing the blade from his arm. Khonshu shook his head.

" You said that i never cared, but all i ever did was care. A long time ago you told me you wanted life, so i gave you life. " Khonshu spoke, hovering above marc like a tower. Marc laughed.

" That aged well, didnt it? " Marc joked, even though nothing about that statement was funny and admitting to it only hurt him more.

" I don't want to hear your fucking stories. It's the same shit every time, the same ones you use as a way to make me feel sorry for you. It wont work anymore, Khonshu. " He stood up and grabbed his brown turtleneck shirt on his desk, throwing it over his head and pivoting to the door. Khonshu shook his head in disappointment.

" You cannot sit here and sulk all day. There are people out there, Spector " Khonshu stated, folding his hands together behind his back. There was a way that Khonshu said Marc's name that really got under his skin; it was like a slur. Marc rolled his eyes, grabbing his blue jacket off his coat rack and walking into his living room.

" There's always people out there. When can people just.. I don't know? Not be out there. " Marc drawled, putting his jacket on and grabbing his keys from the counter.

" That is not possible, my son. " Khonshu said. Marc sighed.

" Well, whatever. Im leaving. " He said, storming out of his appartment and slamming the door behind himself. He walked out of the small apartment complex and out into the smaller parking lot where his car was parked. He got in the driver's side, slamming the door shut and popping in his keys. He strapped on his seat belt and placed his pocket knife into the door of his car.

Marc sat back lazily in the driver's seat, pulling out the mirror and looking at his reflection intensly.

" Alright. Let's go, Jake. "

Present:

" Marc? " Jake breathed out, looking at Marc besides him.

" What--what is this--did you leave this here? " Jake asked, dangling the pocket knife in his hand. Marc groaned,his face scrunching up in frustration.

" No--just put it back, Jake. Just drop it back in the car door. " He said, rubbing his temples with his fingers. Jake chuckled.

" Why are you so defensive about it? You just left it here, man it's alright. " He dropped the knife back into the door and went back rummaging for his mints.

" Jake stop looking in the door. " Marc whisper-shouted, pursing his lips and clenching his fists. Jake felt something in there, like a plastic bottle. he pulled it out to examine it.

" Hey did you leave your pills in here again? " It was a bottle of his pills, but it felt empty. Jake's heart sank.

" I thought you had just gotten these refilled before... oh. " Jake said, his voice quiet and quickly dying out like candle as realization washed over him. Marc felt like he was going to break, his hands were shaking again.

" Don't worry about it, Jake--"

" How am I supposed to not worry about it? what, you expect me to just find out that you probably overdosed and just be fine with it?! I ain't cool with that, man. " Jake exclaimed, making erratic hand movements. He probably looked like a freak to a passerby, talking to himself.

" Listen, I'm gonna need you to talk to me here. Is Steven here too? Don't you think-- "

" No, don't drag him into this. He doesn't need to know. "

" Doesn't need to know that you're poisoning the body? Somethings not right here. Talk to me, Marc. " There was silence. Marc sighed. He lowered his gaze in shame and shook his head.

" I overdosed. I need help, Jake. Everything is so cold, my life is like a waking nightmare. " Marc broke down, sobbing quietly into the palms of his rough, calloused hands. Jake looked away, sadness filling his senses. What were they going to do?

" The knife... " Jake said. Those two words were enough to make Marc avert his gaze and shrivel himself up in a ball of shame. Jake put his hand on Marc's shoulder, trying to console him. Marc huffed painfully.

" Yeah... I didn't think the pills would work. " he sobbed. Jake could hear the shame in his voice. He stroked his jaw, his fingers coming into contact with the mustache above his lips.

" The hospital? " Jake's brown eyes were glossy as he looked over at his dear friend breaking down in front of him. Marc couldn't respond, he was choking on his own tears.

Marc placed his head up against the door and bit his lip as a way to get himself from audibly weeping.

" I don't know which one of you woke up and took us to the hospital.. but you saved our lives. " He said between quiet sobs. Maybe his mistakes would be a learning experience for him, maybe a new hope was really out there for him. He had been in a very dark space, a space that made him feel like he wasn't a person, and he didn't want to be there anymore. He did want life.

Jake nodded his head in agreement, but he wasn't the one Marc switched to when he woke. It was quiet for about a minute; Marc needed some quiet to ease his mind. But then--there was a noise heard from the back seat and suddenly Jake and Marc felt a pair of warm hands on their shoulders.

" We're going to get through it, boys. I know things right now feel like the world just hates us, but we're still alive. " Steven said, his voice smooth and low. Marc's eyes widened at the sight of him. He couldn't believe that all three of them were together again, and it gave him a sense of hope.

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stormyoceans · 8 months

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I only now noticed that in 'give me an airplane ' scene in our skyy Talay has blue spoon and Puen has pink spoon 😭😭😭 my vice versaaaaa, i miss her so much... Also i watched of yesterday and rewatch vv our skyy today and seeing Neo in both gives me biggest WHIPLASH. Can't believe he's only now appreciated as he deserves because brother has talent and range

IM SORRY FOR THE LATE REPLY ANON BUT WHEN I TELL YOU I START SCREAMING SHAKING CRYING THROWING UP BLOOD EVERY TIME I TRY TO TYPE OUT A COHERENT ANSWER BECAUSE I DID NOT NOTICE THE MATCHING CUTLERY AND NOW I FEEL RABID ABOUT IT LIKE

PUENTALAY ARE USING TABLEWARE IN THEIR OWN COLOR. WHILE WEARING EACH OTHER'S COLOR. IM GOING FUCKING INSANE MY GRASP ON THE ENGLISH LANGUAGE IS GENUINELY TOO LIMITED TO EVEN ATTEMPT TO PUT INTO WORDS WHAT THIS IS MAKING ME FEEL IM TAKING A PAGE OUT OF ISABELLE ADJANI IN THE TUNNEL SCENE FROM POSSESSION AND JUST HOWLING SHITTING SLIDING DOWN THE WALL YELLING FOAMING AT THE MOUTH ROLLING ON THE FLOOR BLEEDING INTERNALLY /AND/ EXTERNALLY. THE WAY I KNOW THEY BOUGHT EVERYTHING IN THEIR HOUSE TO MATCH EACH OTHER!!!!!! THE HUSBANDISM OF IT ALL!!!!!!! THE ATTENTION TO DETAILS OF THIS FUCKING SHOW!!!!!!! LITERALLY NO OTHER SERIES CONSTANTLY GIVES ME REASONS TO SCREAM LIKE THIS EVEN IF I ALREADY REWATCHED IT A THOUSAND TIMES VICE VERSA IS A GOD DAMN TREASURE AND I LOVE IT SO MUCH!!!!!!!!

okay sorry im just. gonna take a DEEP breath and stop screaming now ;;;;;; neo is a PHENOMENAL actor tbh and im really glad he's finally getting the appreciation he deserves, tho i do wish he could be recognized for his more 'lighter' roles as well because there's this common belief that doing comedy is easier hence less important than drama when it's actually quite the opposite: doing comedy is HARD and neo is incredible at it!!!! anyway what matters the most is that he's finally getting all the love and after the first episode i already know he's gonna DELIVER as boston!!!!!!

NOW EXCUSE ME AS I GO BACK WAILING ABOUT VICE VERSA

#ANON I KNOW IM LATE WITH THIS BUT I HOPE YOU KNOW I LOVE YOU FOR SENDING ME THIS #I'VE BEEN THINKING ABOUT IT EVERY WAKING MOMENT WHICH CONSIDERING MY INSOMNIA IT'S BEEN 24/7 #LITERALLY WHO'S DOING IT LIKE VICE VERSA AND PUENTALAY NO ONE #I WANT TO SIT DOWN WITH THE ENTIRE CAST AND CREW OF THIS SHOW AND JUST TALK TO THEM ABOUT IT SO BADLY #HOW MANY OTHER THINGS ARE WE MISSING I WANNA KNOW EVERYTHING #[GETS DRAGGED INTO A PADDED ROOM]#vice versa #m: ask

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