Guys Who Moderate Your Social Media Account Like A Fucking Hawk.

me with rin and oliver

self shipping angst is sooo funny. yeah this is my favorite character and romantic partner i love them with my entire heart. im going to make sure i almost die in front of them

literally pls STOP shipping yourself with shoyo he doesn’t want u😭 the only person i’ve accepted to love my man just as much as is mak and it’s only bc i love her sm.

i know i don’t talk abt daichi much but that’s my husband dead ass. None of u bitches love him like me.

also osamu? like pls 🙄 GET BEHIND ME IM FIRST IN LINE.

if i see ONE more person selfship with one of my boyfriends i will scrually get a clairo cut and show U who's boss

bakugou , coach ukai , atsumu , terushima , tsukishima , hawks, nanami

This what i think bakugou's room looks like. Very minimalist. Throw in some weight for exercising somewhere, an all might poster on the wall and his fave figurine too on the desk.

I think he'd also have LED lights but like hidden under his desk or behind his bed

ERASE . . . shoei barou + f! reader

         ✦     PROLOGUE : RETHINK     ✦

warnings/notes : 17+ to read, language, angsty, barou is himself so he's kind of an asshole, sorry for taking so long to write this sigh….writer's block

She had a crush on Shoei Barou since middle school. It debilitated her, brought her to her knees and pushed her down even further.

She watched him grow and mature alongside her. He grew taller and built up muscle that made her stomach do flips every time their eyes would meet. He would scoff when she would compliment him, brush it off as if it were nothing before walking away while she looked at him with a lovesick expression.

She watched as he grew his hair longer, and started to style it in silly ways until one finally stuck. Pointy, tall, and jarring. She would tell him it was ‘very him’ with a chuckle to which he only rolled his eyes and told her to shut up.

He was always standoffish and cold, but there was a certain level of care she couldn't take her mind off of. He always made sure she got home safely, to the point of walking with her (with little sisters in tow) just to be certain. He always took care of issues she had: broken truck on a skateboard? No problem. The latch on the front door didn't work anymore? He would fix it. She wanted to go for a walk? Well she was an idiot for going all alone, so he had to go with her.

She watched as he got better at football through the years, crushing people under the weight of his accomplishments - including her. The level of care dwindled when he started to really take off in high school, recruiters for professional teams showing up more and more especially in senior year.

She used to draw pictures of him, doodled in an old art journal she would take to her grave. Drawings of the domestic: walking, sitting, playing football. Now she slaved over illustrations for a half baked dream she had she couldn't get over.

A book.

The dream started when she realized he was leaving her behind, taking off on a trajectory of success that frightened her. He no longer walked her home, as he stayed later and later for practice. He didn't fix the minor inconveniences anymore. He was always busy with recruiters, coaches, or college teams begging and pleading to take him on.

He no longer gave the care she clung to so desperately. And her world came crashing down when she spoke to him about it.

“I'm planning for the future, you should do the same.”

“I am, Sho, you know that.”

She still remembers the look he gave her. He looked at her like she was the biggest moron alive, idiotic, and stupid. “No. You're planning on ruining your own life by spinning your wheels on a harebrained idea.”

“What? No, I'm-”

“And how many offers have you gotten?”

There was a silence that cut like a knife, she still feels the sting when she remembers that night. Feels the nervousness stir in her stomach and tears prick in her eyes.

“That's what I thought. Rethink your options, then come back to me. Your shit ass plan is gonna keep you here forever.” 

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@phoenix-eclipses @inloveinsickness @bakery-anon @kameyyy @loveyislost

@shortcakebaby @pomeloblush @massacremars @a-girl-cant-decide-on-a-name @bokutoko

@tiredafbruh @marizabond2025

this is SO yoichi coded.

ᯓ★ thinking about how he pretends like he’s winning the idgaf war but the second you invite him to matcha and yap with you he’s putting on his best outfit, spraying his nicest cologne, and on the way to meet you (he doesn’t even like matcha that much.) and then afterwards he’s kicking his feet and blushing like a girl, writing his notes app entry about your “date” today and how your hand had brushed his for a little too long whilst you were explaining something that had went over his head—his attention was wholly focused on the cute faces you made when you were excited.

god forbid anyone ever stumble upon his locked notes, they’re lengthy, movie-transcript worthy accounts of each hangout.

—ITOSHI RIN, karasu tabito, ISAGI YOICHI (bllk), FUSHIGURO MEGUMI, inumaki toge, GOJO SATORU (jjk), TARTAGLIA, heizou, kinich (genshin)

OMGGOMGFKAMSIDNWKER IM TWEAKINGGG

ehehehehe

me n oliver :0

…plushies [link to the ‘picrew’] (feel free to rb w ur own !!)

let me hop on the train

tomorrow is katsukis birthday im cooking something up

tw: brief mentions of violence, guns & death

at your caliber, disarming someone was easy. killing? even easier. both were a product of your training. but now that you're staring down the target you're supposed to eliminate with the bag finally off his head, why can't you pull the trigger? why is it for the first time in years, your hands tremble when it matters the most?

because the one looking back at you, whose forehead rests against the barrel of the gun that he gave you, died years ago. iwaizumi hajime was supposed to be dead, six feet under, years ago, in a mission objective gone wrong. what is he doing here?