NOBARA NATION, WE'RE UP!!!

This didn’t age well.

These are the men I’d think would pull a Barry Keoghan with you:

bnha/ kirishima, denki, todoroki (my man just wants to have fun) , jirou

hq/ iwaizumi, Tanaka, kurro, bokuto, OIKAWA (he eats up any attention) , tendo

jjk/ gojo, yuta, itodori, choso, toji (IMAGINE HIM IN THAT MV OMFGGGG), Maki,

(The ‘pulling a Barry Keoghan im talking abt is staring in the mv for a song their s/o wrote abt them. #hardlaunch)

everyone seems to be in agreement on stoner sero, but what about skater boy sero?

like i don’t think y’all even need to hear me out on that one. he’s one of those guys who uses his board as a primary means of transportation across the college campus just like he used to in high school. he still goes to skate parks in his free time, and he’s the first person to introduce himself to someone new. everyone knows and loves him.

what do we think? @neon-gothicc @dcsiremc

kisses him softly

<3.

KEIKAWA — SELFSHIP MOODBOARD !

@serosluv2 + oikawa

Just found this and u better believe im all 11 parts of this.

HERE IT IS, THE FINAL PART, I really can’t believe it’s been more than a year since I started drawing this, makes me so happy that so many people liked this AU that for so long Rose and I kept for ourselves, I’m so glad we decided to share it and turn it into this comic, IT’S BEEN SO AMAZING, Thank you all SO SO MUCH from the bottom of my heart for being here and for following this story, you’ve been so amazing and so patient, I’m so grateful I got to make this until the end.

I Part 11.2 I Part 11.1 I Part 10 I Part 9 I Part 8 I Part 7.2 I Part 7.1 I Part 6 I Part 5 I Part 4 I Part 3 I Part 2 I Part 1 I

★﹒₊‧their sun sing match up

oikawa is a cancer and he belongs with a scorpio, bc i'm a scorpio.

a/n thank u 😚 for reading ! <3

Have a spooder Deku cuz I've seen so much of him and wanted a try 🕷️🕸️🥦

you’re my comfort

fluff ⊹ college au

as much as he hates to admit it to himself, osamu is struggling. 

he wants to be strong — someone you could depend on, someone you could run to when life’s wearing you down, someone you could simply feel content and safe with. his thoughts were plagued with the notion that he was anything but that someone to you. 

and that’s why he does everything in his ability to bring that radiant smile — the one he finds himself daydreaming about — to the curve of your lips. 

while his friends go out to dingy frat houses, singing at the top of their lungs as they celebrate their freedom and youth, osamu picks up the night shift at the diner by his apartment. he started working there his first year, hoping to make some extra money so his mom wouldn’t have to worry about him from miles and miles away. the owner was a sweet man, roughly in his 60s, often humming an incomprehensible tune as he chopped vegetables and meat. truthfully, osamu didn’t mind working extra shifts while his friends went out (they’d call him boring and a workaholic, but he didn’t care). in fact, he was happy to make extra money if it meant that he could take you out to a fancy dinner (a local ramen restaurant), buy you dessert afterward (a quick stop to the convenience store with a smile on his face as he watches the light from the freezer section reflect in your eyes), and surprise you with flowers to end the night (hand-picked from the field a couple miles off campus). 

perhaps he should be living like the rest — either catching up on assignments in the library or coming back home stumbling and slurring his words. perhaps he should start saving his money like you always tell him to, but he’s only twenty and feels no reason to. 

he’d much rather be here, at the silver counter at the back of the diner kitchen, experimenting with different sauces while the man next to him hums the same usual love song. this time, the aura’s a bit different. the man has a smile on his face, he’s chopping the green onion at a slow beat as if there’s a metronome playing in his head. 

“son, ya like cookin’, don’t ya?” 

“i do, sir,” osamu continues to add garlic to the simmering sauce in his pan, a sugary sheen glazing over it. 

“why not cook at home? bring that special someone ya keep thinkin’ about,” he jerks his elbow towards osamu’s arm. 

“i like working here. i like the people, and the food, and the sounds.” 

osamu also likes how you visit him every friday when your classes end. without a doubt, rain or shine, you’ll glide into the diner with a soft smile on your lips. he likes how you walk over to the counter and ask him if there’s a ‘samu around. he also likes how you look behind him, checking on the man who’s too busy tapping his wooden spoon against the pot to notice, before placing a gentle kiss to his lips. and in that moment, he lets himself close his eyes, relax a little, melt into it like softened butter. 

and when you pull away, you see the sleepiness in his eyes. you always wonder how he goes to class, comes to work, goes to the library to work on assignments, and then rushes back to the diner after he eats so he can work another shift. bringing your hand up to cradle his cheek, you ask if he’s okay. he leans into the warmth of your skin for a second before giving you a quick nod. 

“i’m almost done with my shift. wanna go out for somethin’ in a bit?” 

“we don’t have to eat out today,” you tell him, tugging on his sleeve like you always do when you insist on staying in. 

“not even ice cream? ya said ya wanted to try that shit-lookin' chocolate one.” 

“if your shit looks like that i’m a bit concerned for you,” you tell him, twirling his sleeve around your fingers. his teeth peek out from his lips in a dimply smile, one that has you swooning. "no shit-lookin' ice cream today."

"then what do ya wanna do? it's friday night, ya should do something fun." you notice the way he excludes himself from his words.

"how about we just chill at my place tonight? watch a movie or something? i still have those chips you like," you insist. "and my roommates aren't home. stay as long as you want?"

oh, how 'samu loves your place — the comfort of your bed, your sheets that smell like you. he can't help but nod a bit too eagerly, catching your hand in his larger ones.

he gets back to work as quick as he can, not wanting you to leave you waiting, but truthfully, you don't mind. you watch his back flex in his black uniform as he wipes down the counter. osamu can feel your eyes on him, and suddenly he has love songs blooming in his mind, wisps of a sweet melody coursing through his veins.

you're too good for him, he thinks. you don't mind his chaste kisses when he's in a rush, or when he decides to nap on your shoulder between classes.

he throws his boss a quick wave before throwing on his jacket, shoving his arm into the sleeve as he stumbles towards the front of the diner to see you again. you look up at him with something like ardor and solace swimming in your eyes. placing a quick kiss to the top of your head, osamu slips his hand into yours.

"sorry, babe, took me longer than usual to check inventory," he apologizes, squeezing your hand a couple times as the brisk air touches your skin.

"'s all good. i like watching you work. you're all focused in there."

"gotta be or that man's gonna throw me out. how else am i gonna pay for your expensive ass drinks?"

"all that for a matcha with sweet cream cold foam," you squeeze his hand back in appreciation.

"yeah, well, don't wan' anyone else buyin' those for ya."

osamu's cute like this — nose all red from the cold, a wrinkle in his brow at the thought of someone else surprising you with your favorite drink every morning. atsumu thinks his brother has it bad for you ("down so fuckin' bad, dude," he'd say), and honestly, osamu agrees. he never thought he'd be excited to wake up at the crack of dawn to pick up your favorite coffee before your 8 am, or watch you get distracted by online shopping when you should've been doing your assignment. if love is seeing you at the end of each day, kissing your lips even when he's covered in condiments and oil, holding your backpack for you after a long day, then osamu wants it all.

because even when he should be worrying about the quiz he has tomorrow and the fact that he hasn't slept properly in the past four weeks, he starts to hum that familiar love song when you unlock the door to your apartment (it's become familiar to you, too, because that tune escapes his lips whenever you're by his side).

reblogs n interactions are appreciated!

toji fushiguro ʚ ɞ his controversially young girlfriend

cw. age gap , smut mdni , oral

series masterlist 🧁

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olderbf!toji who works in security, usually found working as a bouncer for numerous clubs and bars, the type of bouncer that’s annoyingly strict

olderbf!toji who first met you when you was on a night out with your girls, gradually getting to know you on a more personal level when he saw you out most weekends

olderbf!toji who was always incredibly attracted to you, but he knew how much younger you was from you id and it definitely threw him off making any moves towards you

olderbf!toji who eventually asks you for your number despite how much younger you was, he’s never really dated a younger girl before but he had really grown to like you, and you were still an adult at the end of the day

olderbf!toji who then started taking you out on dates to wherever your heart desired, showing up to your door with a bouquet of your favourite flowers, and buying you gifts whenever you mentioned something you liked

olderbf!toji who is so naturally and casually dominant, always leading you with his hand on your lower back, or making simple decisions for you both in day to day life, always being the one to lead where you can just simple turn your brain off

olderbf!toji who eventually asks you to be his girlfriend when taking you out of town for a few days, making the trip a perfect romantic getaway before popping the question

olderbf!toji who then fucked you with so much adoration, worshipping your body with his gentle kisses and soft touches, just admiring how beautiful you looked under him while whispering how well worth the wait was

olderbf!toji who eats you out like a starved man, his hands hooked under your things whilst he had you sat directly on his face, his tongue working pure magic on your sensitive clit causing you to grind against him, feeling his smirk under you

olderbf!toji who kinda had everyone worried besides your friends who already knew him when you introduced him as your boyfriend. he definitely had a certain look to him with his dark hair and eyes with that unbelievably sexy scar on the side of his mouth. not to mention he was over a decade older that you! it definitely wasn’t doing him any favours when trying to win over your loved ones

olderbf!toji who is fiercely protective over you, swearing to himself that he’d never let you get into harms way, willing to put his life at risk if it means keeping you safe

olderbf!toji who spoils you rotten, almost always getting you anything that you ask for when he sees those pleading eyes and a pretty smile on your glossed lips. he has a real hard time resisting you even though you drain his bank account

olderbf!toji who hates the idea of you going out with your girls now that you’re his. he knows it’s a toxic trait of his, and he’s never gonna go and stop you or try and control you, but he’ll always have something to say about it

olderbf!toji who has just turned into such a loverboy since being with you, though, you’re still explaining to him where that came from and what drake has to do with it

olderbf!toji who just loves and adores you so much, his controversially young girlfriend, and he couldn’t care less about what anyone has to say about it

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