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OMG IT TOOK ME 2 HOURS TO FIND THE HANAHAKI DISEASE ONE OMG XDXD

Masterlist. (updated 8/13/20)

Shigaraki Tomura

- Smile For Me. (NSFWish) || You always did love his smile.

- Mine. (NSFW) || You let your jealousy get the better of you, and what better way to stake your claim on your leader than to pleasure him at his own throne?

- Piggyback Ride. (NSFWish) || Tomura is injured, and you convince him to let you give him a piggyback ride.

- Shameless. (NSFW) || Tomura steals your underwear for some private fun.

- Betray. (SFW) || AfO attempts to turn Tomura against you.

- Panic. (SFW) || Tomura calms you down from a panic attack.

- Hero. (SFW) || Tomura plays with his young daughter.

- Anata. (NSFW) || Tomura comes home to you dressed in an apron and heels.

- Distraction. (NSFW) || Tomura has better things to do than to attend a meeting with the PLF. Namely, he’s too busy doing you.

- Meeting. (NSFW) || Tomura makes you go to a meeting without underwear.

- Rest. (NSFWish) || You take care of Tomura after his injuries from Deika flare up.

- Destroy. (SFW) || Tomura murders your abusive ex-lover.

- Interruption. (NSFWish) || AFO summons Tomura when he is being intimate with you.

- Duty. (NSFW) || You help Tomura relieve some tension.

- Date. (SFW) || Tomura accidentally stands you up.

- Good Boy. (NSFW) || Tomura finds you in a state of undress while you sleep.

- New Year. (SFW) || You visit Tomura on New Years while he undergoes Ujiko’s treatment.

- Celebrate. (NSFW) || You want to spend Christmas with Tomura for the first time.

- Disintegrate. (NSFW) || Tomura cannot come to terms with his vision for the future and your willpower to keep him alive.

- Cat and Mouse. (NSFWish) || The tension between your heroic duty and lust cause you to slip up when you fight Tomura.

- Miscommunication. (NSFW; Tomura x Reader, not Hawks x Reader) || Hawks stumbles upon some indecent doodles on important documents during a PLF meeting. 

- Only You. (SFW) || Tomura does not understand why you only let him touch you. 

- Breakfast Blues. (NSFWish) || Why were you so upset that Tomura refused to have breakfast with you? 

- Truth. (NSFW) || As Izuku’s older sister, you could never have imagined that the man you are dating was a villain.

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Rent A Dom Masterlist

Bokuto Kotarou - Finished

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6

Toshinori Yagi - All Might

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

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Rent A Dom Part 1

Ship: Yagi Toshinori (All Might) x Fem!Reader Rating: Explicit Trigger Warnings: Masturbation for the first chapter.  More tags will be added as needed.  Past mentions of relationship.  All Might is a bisexual disaster and no one can take that headcanon away from me.  Only Horikoshi can. Author’s Note: I mentioned All Might was coming out!  Here he is!

Toshinori stared down at his phone, at the little box with the blinking cursor.  Just waiting for his fingers to type in a few words.  He just.  He found the nerves got to him.  He was certainly no stranger to these services; they’d been around in some form or another since he was a young man.  Possibly before.  Toshi sighed against and scrolled up to look at the picture again.  The picture was from the side but the coy smirk on the dominatrix’s lips tugged at him.  

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Haikyuu! Tsukishima Kei NSFW Alphabet

genre - NSFW, smut. reader discretion is adviced. 

AGED UP! AU. ALL CHARACTERS FEATURED ARE ADULTS. 

SMUT UNDER CUT. 

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Bro these hurt and make my heart ache, had to come back for the memories

Hanahaki Disease

Haikyuu x Reader // Hanahaki Disease ft. tsukishima, kenma, oikawa, sugawara, & bokuto cw ~ angst//foul language//fights//characters attend UA tw ~ mentions of bl()()d//hanahaki disease//d34th plot - overwhelmed with disease, one way or another, you manage to confess to your crush. even if you know it won't be returned.

Tsukishima had been looking for you all day. You hadn't been to school in a couple of weeks and he wasn't the type of person to go asking around.

he eventually made it to your house, in the middle of a downpour, without an umbrella.

very unlikely for Tsukishima, so you know he's worried.

when you saw him from your window, your heart got caught in your throat, only to be thrown back down by the flowery vines that clogged them.

you wanted to run to him, let yourself be known, but you could barely sit yourself up to look through your window.

it was as if you had a cloak of illness covering you.

you coughed a couple of petals into your hands, petals draped with blood, sticking together as if it were saliva.

your mother wouldn't let him inside at first, but eventually gave in, guiltiness overwhelming her.

the blonde rushed up the stairs to your room, knocking a few times before opening the door and peeking his head inside.

there you lay, weak and pale (*whenever I mention pale, I mean a little lighter than your original skin color), surrounded by trashed flowers. your eyes drifted to meet his, and emotion filled him to the brim at the sight of your condition.

without a doubt, he knew what this was.

what scared him was the fact that he knew exactly who it was from your expression when you saw him.

eyes almost sparkling at the sight of their love, a small smile spreading itself across their face.

and what horrified him was that he could not save you.

yet, he gave into his heart and stayed by your side, to care for you as you drew closer to death.

"hey, kei-" you began, taking a moment to hack up a flower, which Tsukishima quickly did away with. "thanks for being here. I just can't believe this is it."

his heart shriveled and he clenched his jaw, afraid of letting himself go in front of your dying figure.

"don't say that." he lectured, his voice ever so slightly wavering. his arms snaked around your fragile body, pulling you to his chest.

you burst into a sudden fit of coughs. you shook from the pressure of the flowers, fingers digging into Tsukishima's skin. he ignored it.

when you gasped as if you couldn't breathe, tears streaming down your cheeks, Tsuki finally allowed the tears welling up in his eyes to fall.

"I love you." you rasped, nuzzling your head into his chest.

Tsukishima bit at the skin on his lips. his head hung low and his back bent over, protecting your figure, as if he could've protected you before.

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Kenma found you asleep on his couch when he left his room, having finished playing a couple of games with his friends.

you must've fallen asleep while waiting to hangout, at least he thought.

when taking a closer look, he noticed your still figure. you didn't seem to be breathing.

placing his hand against your forehead, he couldn't feel any warmth.

you were cold.

his thoughts began to scramble and his eyes widened.

a few flowers sat on the floor beside the couch, wet with blood. in your hands lay a couple more.

his eyes glazed over your figure once more, and it finally hit him.

you were dead.

a note lay next to your body, which he eagerly picked up, a hand slapped against his mouth.

"Dear Kenma, if you're seeing this, then I'm probably dead. I know this is sudden, but I would like you to know that I am in love with you. I am in love with you so much that I developed a very rare disease, and so much that I couldn't bare to get a surgery for it. Hanahaki disease. I hope you understand and can move on. Love, Dearest y/n."

his heart fell swollen, and a ringing grew in his ears.

the hole you had once replaced in his heart reappeared.

yet he still loved you all the same.

if only he had made a move sooner, spent more time with you. he was in love with you as you were in love with him.

was he truly that blind?

tears streamed down his cheeks without realization and he began to sob, overwhelmed with grief.

his throat itched, which was odd at a time like this, but he couldn't focus on anything other than your lifeless body which lay on his couch.

he pulled your hand to his chest and pressed it against the area where his heart was.

when kuroo found out, he tried his best to surpress his feelings to comfort kenma.

kenma stayed by himself for some time after your death.

after your funeral, he coughed up a petal.

it looked just like your favorite flower.

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Oikawa was captain and setter for your schools volleyball team.

you were close, all because you knew Iwaizumi growing up. you two were best friends.

not that you minded. if given the chance, you would accept any request from Oikawa to date.

he was pretty, he was athletic, and he understood your humor and jabbing remarks.

he understood you and was always there for you.

the day you threw up petals was the day you had planned to confess. the same day you saw Oikawa wrapping his arms around some other girl.

when the petals came out, you immediately ranted to Iwaizumi who couldn't believe the idea.

yet when he saw you cough into your hands in front of him, he finally accepted it.

he wished for you to tell Oikawa, which you swatted away.

"go ask him who he likes and maybe I will."

Iwaizumi did so, but couldn't get any serious answer out of him.

when you hid from Oikawa or avoided him, he took it as some playful jab towards him. yes, he was slightly offended, but didn't take it as much more then a little joke.

but a week had passed and Oikawa began to realize you weren't playing.

no more flirtatious jokes. no more hugs and playful insults.

Iwaizumi told him what had happened. he decided it was for the better. Oikawa couldn't get it through his mind.

you liked him. and now you could get killed for it.

it was like he was being given a life or death choice in his mind. except, it was a death choice.

he had no such feelings for you.

he begged Iwaizumi to tell him the truth, tell him it was all some misunderstanding. Iwa only shook his head.

"She has to get the surgery! If she ends up dead I couldn't forgive myself."

and so, per Oikawa's request, you got the surgery.

when you returned, he was so happy to see you were alright, but you barely felt a thing towards him.

after some time, Oikawa realized all your smiles towards him were fake. all of your recent actions were all fake.

you couldn't love anyone else romantically because of him. you couldn't jokingly flirt with him. you couldn't play around anymore.

he blamed it on himself, sometimes asking if he should of let you go.

but at least you're alive. right-?

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Sugawara has always been there for you. whether that be when you threw up from getting too dizzy on a rollercoaster or when you were sucked into selfish and worthless feelings.

he was always there for you.

he treated you like a parent you never had, except he also treated you as if you were your own person. he gave you advice and kept you from digging yourself into a hole full of harm.

so it wasn't surprising when you began to like him.

but you didn't expect to die from it.

you were watching Sugawara practice from the side one day, instead of practicing with him.

you weren't feeling well, and you could barely talk.

Suga offered you to help with collecting each volleyball and catching them whenever he set them.

it wasn't until Sugawara flashed that shiny, bright smile that you began to feel woozy. time seemed to pause as his hair flew to the side, caught in the wind of his quick movements.

you stumbled on your feet, clutching onto the volleyball in your hand.

Suga was confused, reaching out to place his hands onto your shoulders and bring you back to your senses.

your weight fell onto him and you began to cough relentlessly, scaring the boy.

the flowers you'd been spitting out for the past month or two had finally been shown to Suga, followed by small blood droplets that spattered against the petals.

"y/n!" he sputtered out. "what- what's happening?!"

he called an ambulance, fumbling with his phone all the while.

the pain set off a reaction of tears, which Sugawara soon copied.

"I couldn't tell you," you coughed, grasping Suga's shirt to distract yourself from the overbearing pain that seared through your body. "but I have the hanahaki disease."

Sugawara's eyes widened and he grew in worry. "what?"

a soft chuckle managed to escape the tangle of vines in your throat, burning it up. "It means the one I love does not feel the same, at least I don't know for sure, but it seems so."

Suga clenched his jaw, pulling you closer to him.

"jeez, Suga. I'm gonna miss you. I love you so mu-" before you could finish the last sentence, the flowers grew too big and fast for your body to handle, and you couldn't get any more air inside your lungs.

Sugawara screamed. he screamed until the ambulance took you away. and then he cried. he cried until his eyes ran dry.

for he loved you just as much.

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Bokuto had needed help suit shopping for the upcoming dance.

hard enough as it was, knowing that he showed no sign of asking you to the dance, you still accepted to be a good friend

Bokuto had no sense in style.

well, maybe some. but not for anything formal.

"what about this?" he asked, pointing to some random suit. it was a pink shirt with a gray vest. you knit your eyebrows together and sighed.

"you're a disaster. let me find one, watch me."

you led the boy around the store, feeling the texture of each and everything.

Bokuto copied your movements to look as if he knew what he was doing, but in reality he just wanted to look cool. like you.

you finally came across a nicely textured suit with a red jacket and a blackish-gray inside. the pants that followed the shirt were the same color.

Bokuto oohed at your choice and immediately took it off the hook.

"careful, mister. that's a very nice suit. you're a very nice guy, but a very messy guy too."

"oh right! of course, y/n." he tucked the suit under his arm.

you led him to the tie section for a moment to grab a red tie. you imagined him in the suit, and the scratchy feeling from all those lonely, dark nights returned to haunt you again.

slinging the tie over his shoulder, you made your ways to the shoes.

Bokuto chose out his own shoes, a nice jet black.

you, on the other hand, were struggling to keep the lodge in your throat down.

"I'll be back, Bokuto." you hurried off towards the bathroom, forgetting to lock the door on your way inside. you spit the flower out as hard as you could, only to feel a couple more blossom inside your throat.

tears brimmed your lashes, threatening to go, as your thoughts drifted to him and someone else. without you. all up on them. abandoning you.

you whimpered, clutching onto the sink as you threw up another round of flowers.

they only kept coming.

Bokuto, being the nosey type, had followed you to the bathroom due to your sudden leaving.

your tears broke his heart.

what was worse, was the coughing and the sound of something going down the drain. he invited himself inside out of worry, pushing the door open, just in time to watch you fall to the ground.

you barely caught yourself, but you couldn't stop the coughing.

"y/n!" he cried out, dropping the suit at once and falling to your side.

"it's happening," you gasped, unable to keep your eyes open. "I think I'm dying."

Bokuto was frozen in fear, unable to lift his hand without it shaking restlessly. "you can't!"

"I'm sorry, Bokuto. I know-" the boy interrupted you, already bawling his eyes out.

"I love you, y/n! you can't! we were supposed to go together! so please."

the coughing quieted and y/n could breathe. "you- you do?"

Bokuto quickly nodded his head. your arms wrapped around his shaking figure and you allowed yourself to sob into his chest.

"I love you too, Bokuto. I love you so much I almost died because of it. thank you, oh my god, thank you."

the two of you held each other until closing hours, afraid that the slightest movement could ruin everything.

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I swear to god, @chickenparm . You are a terrorist. For anyone that hasn't read it, read the fic HERE

Specifically, this phrase: How long has he been sitting here, unable to pull himself together? Slouched in the chair until his back aches, mind whirling with thoughts that are too ephemeral for him to dig his fingers into, openly indecent with his pants down for anyone to see if they were to come into the room. 

I am going to hell and you are all going with me. On that note, should I make a patreon and post the full image? Let me know.

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Genshin Impact - Zhong Li x Reader x Childe - ABO Fic

Title: Missed Fated Bonds  (Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics)

Pairing: Zhong Li x Traveler!Reader, Childe x Traveler!Reader, Zhong Li x Reader x Childe

Rating: Explicit

Warning: Alpha/Beta/Omega, Threesome, Mentions of Cheating, Good Ending, Some Derogatory, Smut, Spoilers

Word Count: 3851 Words

A/N: (NOT BETA READ! Excuse any mistakes) This is the 3rd Fic following Diluc, Kaeya, and now Zhong Li /Childe.

Summary: You were mated with Zhong Li, someone who brought clarity and calmness into your life. How can you resist Childe, your ex-lover and the temptations he provides? Damn the consequences, Childe will take what he wants– but to tread on the territory of an Archon and God brings an unexpected outcome.

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We talk about him.⏳✨

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Merry Christmas!!

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Hanahaki Disease

Haikyuu x Reader // Hanahaki Disease ft. tsukishima, kenma, oikawa, sugawara, & bokuto cw ~ angst//foul language//fights//characters attend UA tw ~ mentions of bl()()d//hanahaki disease//d34th plot - overwhelmed with disease, one way or another, you manage to confess to your crush. even if you know it won't be returned.

☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ: *⋆.*:･ﾟ .: ⋆*･ﾟ: .⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ: *⋆.*:･ﾟ .: ⋆*･ﾟ: .⋆

Tsukishima had been looking for you all day. You hadn't been to school in a couple of weeks and he wasn't the type of person to go asking around.

he eventually made it to your house, in the middle of a downpour, without an umbrella.

very unlikely for Tsukishima, so you know he's worried.

when you saw him from your window, your heart got caught in your throat, only to be thrown back down by the flowery vines that clogged them.

you wanted to run to him, let yourself be known, but you could barely sit yourself up to look through your window.

it was as if you had a cloak of illness covering you.

you coughed a couple of petals into your hands, petals draped with blood, sticking together as if it were saliva.

your mother wouldn't let him inside at first, but eventually gave in, guiltiness overwhelming her.

the blonde rushed up the stairs to your room, knocking a few times before opening the door and peeking his head inside.

there you lay, weak and pale (*whenever I mention pale, I mean a little lighter than your original skin color), surrounded by trashed flowers. your eyes drifted to meet his, and emotion filled him to the brim at the sight of your condition.

without a doubt, he knew what this was.

what scared him was the fact that he knew exactly who it was from your expression when you saw him.

eyes almost sparkling at the sight of their love, a small smile spreading itself across their face.

and what horrified him was that he could not save you.

yet, he gave into his heart and stayed by your side, to care for you as you drew closer to death.

"hey, kei-" you began, taking a moment to hack up a flower, which Tsukishima quickly did away with. "thanks for being here. I just can't believe this is it."

his heart shriveled and he clenched his jaw, afraid of letting himself go in front of your dying figure.

"don't say that." he lectured, his voice ever so slightly wavering. his arms snaked around your fragile body, pulling you to his chest.

you burst into a sudden fit of coughs. you shook from the pressure of the flowers, fingers digging into Tsukishima's skin. he ignored it.

when you gasped as if you couldn't breathe, tears streaming down your cheeks, Tsuki finally allowed the tears welling up in his eyes to fall.

"I love you." you rasped, nuzzling your head into his chest.

Tsukishima bit at the skin on his lips. his head hung low and his back bent over, protecting your figure, as if he could've protected you before.

𐐪𐑂

Kenma found you asleep on his couch when he left his room, having finished playing a couple of games with his friends.

you must've fallen asleep while waiting to hangout, at least he thought.

when taking a closer look, he noticed your still figure. you didn't seem to be breathing.

placing his hand against your forehead, he couldn't feel any warmth.

you were cold.

his thoughts began to scramble and his eyes widened.

a few flowers sat on the floor beside the couch, wet with blood. in your hands lay a couple more.

his eyes glazed over your figure once more, and it finally hit him.

you were dead.

a note lay next to your body, which he eagerly picked up, a hand slapped against his mouth.

"Dear Kenma, if you're seeing this, then I'm probably dead. I know this is sudden, but I would like you to know that I am in love with you. I am in love with you so much that I developed a very rare disease, and so much that I couldn't bare to get a surgery for it. Hanahaki disease. I hope you understand and can move on. Love, Dearest y/n."

his heart fell swollen, and a ringing grew in his ears.

the hole you had once replaced in his heart reappeared.

yet he still loved you all the same.

if only he had made a move sooner, spent more time with you. he was in love with you as you were in love with him.

was he truly that blind?

tears streamed down his cheeks without realization and he began to sob, overwhelmed with grief.

his throat itched, which was odd at a time like this, but he couldn't focus on anything other than your lifeless body which lay on his couch.

he pulled your hand to his chest and pressed it against the area where his heart was.

when kuroo found out, he tried his best to surpress his feelings to comfort kenma.

kenma stayed by himself for some time after your death.

after your funeral, he coughed up a petal.

it looked just like your favorite flower.

𐐪𐑂

Oikawa was captain and setter for your schools volleyball team.

you were close, all because you knew Iwaizumi growing up. you two were best friends.

not that you minded. if given the chance, you would accept any request from Oikawa to date.

he was pretty, he was athletic, and he understood your humor and jabbing remarks.

he understood you and was always there for you.

the day you threw up petals was the day you had planned to confess. the same day you saw Oikawa wrapping his arms around some other girl.

when the petals came out, you immediately ranted to Iwaizumi who couldn't believe the idea.

yet when he saw you cough into your hands in front of him, he finally accepted it.

he wished for you to tell Oikawa, which you swatted away.

"go ask him who he likes and maybe I will."

Iwaizumi did so, but couldn't get any serious answer out of him.

when you hid from Oikawa or avoided him, he took it as some playful jab towards him. yes, he was slightly offended, but didn't take it as much more then a little joke.

but a week had passed and Oikawa began to realize you weren't playing.

no more flirtatious jokes. no more hugs and playful insults.

Iwaizumi told him what had happened. he decided it was for the better. Oikawa couldn't get it through his mind.

you liked him. and now you could get killed for it.

it was like he was being given a life or death choice in his mind. except, it was a death choice.

he had no such feelings for you.

he begged Iwaizumi to tell him the truth, tell him it was all some misunderstanding. Iwa only shook his head.

"She has to get the surgery! If she ends up dead I couldn't forgive myself."

and so, per Oikawa's request, you got the surgery.

when you returned, he was so happy to see you were alright, but you barely felt a thing towards him.

after some time, Oikawa realized all your smiles towards him were fake. all of your recent actions were all fake.

you couldn't love anyone else romantically because of him. you couldn't jokingly flirt with him. you couldn't play around anymore.

he blamed it on himself, sometimes asking if he should of let you go.

but at least you're alive. right-?

𐐪𐑂

Sugawara has always been there for you. whether that be when you threw up from getting too dizzy on a rollercoaster or when you were sucked into selfish and worthless feelings.

he was always there for you.

he treated you like a parent you never had, except he also treated you as if you were your own person. he gave you advice and kept you from digging yourself into a hole full of harm.

so it wasn't surprising when you began to like him.

but you didn't expect to die from it.

you were watching Sugawara practice from the side one day, instead of practicing with him.

you weren't feeling well, and you could barely talk.

Suga offered you to help with collecting each volleyball and catching them whenever he set them.

it wasn't until Sugawara flashed that shiny, bright smile that you began to feel woozy. time seemed to pause as his hair flew to the side, caught in the wind of his quick movements.

you stumbled on your feet, clutching onto the volleyball in your hand.

Suga was confused, reaching out to place his hands onto your shoulders and bring you back to your senses.

your weight fell onto him and you began to cough relentlessly, scaring the boy.

the flowers you'd been spitting out for the past month or two had finally been shown to Suga, followed by small blood droplets that spattered against the petals.

"y/n!" he sputtered out. "what- what's happening?!"

he called an ambulance, fumbling with his phone all the while.

the pain set off a reaction of tears, which Sugawara soon copied.

"I couldn't tell you," you coughed, grasping Suga's shirt to distract yourself from the overbearing pain that seared through your body. "but I have the hanahaki disease."

Sugawara's eyes widened and he grew in worry. "what?"

a soft chuckle managed to escape the tangle of vines in your throat, burning it up. "It means the one I love does not feel the same, at least I don't know for sure, but it seems so."

Suga clenched his jaw, pulling you closer to him.

"jeez, Suga. I'm gonna miss you. I love you so mu-" before you could finish the last sentence, the flowers grew too big and fast for your body to handle, and you couldn't get any more air inside your lungs.

Sugawara screamed. he screamed until the ambulance took you away. and then he cried. he cried until his eyes ran dry.

for he loved you just as much.

𐐪𐑂

Bokuto had needed help suit shopping for the upcoming dance.

hard enough as it was, knowing that he showed no sign of asking you to the dance, you still accepted to be a good friend

Bokuto had no sense in style.

well, maybe some. but not for anything formal.

"what about this?" he asked, pointing to some random suit. it was a pink shirt with a gray vest. you knit your eyebrows together and sighed.

"you're a disaster. let me find one, watch me."

you led the boy around the store, feeling the texture of each and everything.

Bokuto copied your movements to look as if he knew what he was doing, but in reality he just wanted to look cool. like you.

you finally came across a nicely textured suit with a red jacket and a blackish-gray inside. the pants that followed the shirt were the same color.

Bokuto oohed at your choice and immediately took it off the hook.

"careful, mister. that's a very nice suit. you're a very nice guy, but a very messy guy too."

"oh right! of course, y/n." he tucked the suit under his arm.

you led him to the tie section for a moment to grab a red tie. you imagined him in the suit, and the scratchy feeling from all those lonely, dark nights returned to haunt you again.

slinging the tie over his shoulder, you made your ways to the shoes.

Bokuto chose out his own shoes, a nice jet black.

you, on the other hand, were struggling to keep the lodge in your throat down.

"I'll be back, Bokuto." you hurried off towards the bathroom, forgetting to lock the door on your way inside. you spit the flower out as hard as you could, only to feel a couple more blossom inside your throat.

tears brimmed your lashes, threatening to go, as your thoughts drifted to him and someone else. without you. all up on them. abandoning you.

you whimpered, clutching onto the sink as you threw up another round of flowers.

they only kept coming.

Bokuto, being the nosey type, had followed you to the bathroom due to your sudden leaving.

your tears broke his heart.

what was worse, was the coughing and the sound of something going down the drain. he invited himself inside out of worry, pushing the door open, just in time to watch you fall to the ground.

you barely caught yourself, but you couldn't stop the coughing.

"y/n!" he cried out, dropping the suit at once and falling to your side.

"it's happening," you gasped, unable to keep your eyes open. "I think I'm dying."

Bokuto was frozen in fear, unable to lift his hand without it shaking restlessly. "you can't!"

"I'm sorry, Bokuto. I know-" the boy interrupted you, already bawling his eyes out.

"I love you, y/n! you can't! we were supposed to go together! so please."

the coughing quieted and y/n could breathe. "you- you do?"

Bokuto quickly nodded his head. your arms wrapped around his shaking figure and you allowed yourself to sob into his chest.

"I love you too, Bokuto. I love you so much I almost died because of it. thank you, oh my god, thank you."

the two of you held each other until closing hours, afraid that the slightest movement could ruin everything.

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Megas vs Mystery Machine

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your future king has returned.

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THANK YOU FOR ADDING ME HEHE- TIME TO SHOW MY MAN-

Empty bookstores in the late afternoon

You like people who are quiet, introspective, intelligent. you want someone who will sit with you as you read a book, someone who will tell you about that poem they read the other day that made them think of you. you wouldn't mind just spending time with them as you sat across from each other on either side of a coffee shop table, not saying a word as you watch the cars go by. you're both thinking the same thing though -- that you wouldn't want to be anywhere else.

This guy literally appeared in my dreams, and he is my type- Hikaru Yamada, I hope I meet someone like you one day.

— new ask game !! :3

take the quiz and then show me your ideal type using picrews! (you can use any picrew you want but i’ve linked the one i used <3)

quiz

picrew

the crackling of fireworks as they're lit

you want someone who is just as unique as you, someone who shares those same niche interests you have. you want someone who will listen to you as you ramble about your latest love, the way you're enraptured by this new musician you've just discovered or even the way the sun looks just behind the horizon. and you will listen to them too. if you're lucky, you can hear how they say i love you with every word. to love is to share what you know. and you can share with each other all you like.

no i dif not have someone in mind u did shut up

🏷 tagging: (feel free to ignore <3) @tooru-luvs @naoyaslut @akidori @tanjikore @atsunjali @astroqphillic @bokutosworld @cross-crye @httpmiriko @infxrity @inusdoll @laiiiin @m3gumiis @qui-02 @ruetaro @toges-wife + ofc anyone else !! :D i want to see u expose urself

#dream guy #i wish he was real #tag game #💒 games <3

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❝You don’t ask people with knives in their stomachs what would make them happy; happiness is no longer the point. It’s all about survival; it’s all about whether you pull the knife out and bleed to death or keep it in.❞ — Nick Hornby, How to Be Good

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Imagine Monoma with a crush/SO that's in General Studies, but then they get transferred to the Hero Course. ...Except, instead of going to Class B like he hoped, his love gets put in Class A.

Oh, it's a tragedy to him. I can see it going one of two ways: he either constantly praises the reader and ONLY the reader in the presence of the rest of Class A, calling them a brilliant pearl cast among swine.

OR he pretends to dislike the reader in public now, but in private he immediately turns sweet and is all, "Oh, I'm so SORRY I was so mean to you, baby... Please forgive me 🥺." Especially funny if the reader is still a crush and doesn't know how Monoma feels, because the flirting came out of nowhere.

l actually love Neito, I need to write another piece with him someday. He's such a little brat. <3

But, I can picture him being really disappointed that his love doesn't get into Class B, and while he could just treat them like he does the rest of Class A. I feel like since he knew them prior and that he'd be well aware the placement wasn't truly up to them. He'd treat them no different than he did before, with the added bonus of pissing off the original cast of students that make up Class A.

He's too honest in his nature to actually pretend to hate them, he's better than that. If he wants to gloat or speak his mind, he will. Honesty, or rather bluntness seems to be the best feature of Neito which often makes people dislike him. Now I can totally picture him speaking positively of our little reader only. He'll do things like walk into Class A and bluntly laugh, "Well, well, well. If it isn't the oh-so brilliant students that makeup Class A. Oops did I say brilliant? Must have slipped," he'd chuckle before looking at the reader as they sit at their desk. He'd then point at them, "The only brilliant pearl among you is my dear Y/n. It's a shame they have to share their spotlight with the rest of you, but I suppose that's the only way you'll truly get illuminated." He'll give this smirk just before he leaves and purposely only wave goodbye to his dear crush.

During training, he'll do the same thing. Only I think he'd be even more direct, he'll approach them as they stand with the rest of Class A and proceeded to hold his hand out to them. Part of him is hoping they'll take it just so he has an excuse to drag them away from the Class A swine. "It's quite a shame you know," he'll get tired of waiting for them to take his hand so he'll just grab it and get a feeling of satisfaction when Kirishima or Kaminari get slightly defensive and demand him to let out of their hand. No surprise, he won't. In fact, he'll just chuckle again. "Oh? It's rude to interrupt you know, but what more do I expect from Class A? Truly you have no manners, unlike my dear Y/n." he'll turn to look at the reader, that same smile on his face with that hint of mischief in his eye. "Do do your best out there, not that you have much expectation to live up to given Class A's rather trash reputation." Kirishima will proceed to yell at him before Neito finally walks away.

If the training goes well and the reader wins the round, Neito wouldn't hesitate to run up to them. Pushing the other members of Class A down as they attempt to congratulate you. Then without even asking, he'll wrap his arms around them up and pull them close, almost possessively. He'll rest his chin on top of their head and feel a sense of pride as a few Class A members glare at him. "Oh? Forgive me, were you going to congratulate them with mere words?" he'll shake his head with another smirk. "Just what I'd expect, surely you don't believe just verbal affirmation will do? Such a pity you don't know the basics of affection," he'll purposely nuzzle the top of their head, inhaling the sweet scent of their shampoo before speaking again. "You did brilliantly! Surely you're more clever than the rest, though what more does one expect from a diamond among the rubble that makes up Class A?"

Yeah, Neito certainly operates on a different frequency, but we adore him so.

#damn Neito- #I love this #monoma #monoma x reader #neito monoma #neito monoma x reader #bnha

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So, I had deleted a fic of mine just now, by mistake.

And what I originally wanted to do, was to celebrate the 317 notes it got. I really hope we get 317 back I’ll upload it as soon as I finish my Japanese lesson I was in the middle of...

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The fictional content of 16 year olds that you're getting off to affects your reality, doesn't it? You have a real reaction to it. I'm not embarrassed about very rightfully calling you weirdos pedophiles and freaks because that's exactly what's happening here. If you feel SO PRESSED about having to be horny about children the LEAST YOU COULD DO is keep it private and away from everyone else. What the fuck is wrong with you that you thought you did something there? You're nearly 30. Get help.

Oh baby bean. So cute. I can’t wait until you realize that being a ‘safe adult’ is super cringy. Sweet sugar pie. Liking a character that I can age up written by a man in his 30’s doesn’t make me a pedophile. Which reminds me. A pedophile is someone attracted to you prepubescent children, under the age of 13.

Honey bean maybe you need to educate yourself and touch some grass? 🥰🥰🥰