No You Uno Reverse

no you uno reverse 🥺💗

me pulling up for some good food knowing I’ll be satisfied:

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JAIIDDEEEE OMG YOUR TAGS MADE ME SCREECH 😭 thank you so much for this wtf you’re so fucking cool 🥺💕💕💕💕

jaide ??🥴🥴

well fuck my discord server is finding me 😔🥴

And that’s on Internet friends

ppl on the internet when they see my face: wtf ur so beautiful!!! an ethereal being, date me pls!!!!

ppl irl:

this is everything right now

todoroki said in his flashback that his siblings “lived in a different world” from him, and it gave me this angsty fic idea of

what if his siblings resented him? what if endeavor treated shouto in all the right ways in front of the other kids, bought him all these expensive toys and sent him on all these expensive “vacations”, hired him all these tutors to keep his grades up, bragged to everyone in earshot about how proud he was of his shouto.

and fuyumi and natsuo and touya grew up thinking that shouto was the pampered golden child, the only one “worthy” of their father’s love. and they hated him for it.

shouto doesn’t bother to make contact with his siblings because they happily left him behind. while he was suffering in solo training, being beat to hell and back by endeavor, they were off having fun and playing games with each other. they never invite him with them to the playground or playing tag, and he resents them for it.

shouto grows up a stranger in his own house, and it’s so lonely that when he moves into the dorms, it’s like an entirely different world.

but then shouto has to come back home for christmas holidays, and maybe some of his friends come over for emotional support. because they saw the way shouto was when they first met him, and they don’t want that kind of emptiness to come back into their friend’s eyes. they want to protect him.

and as fuyumi and natsuo watch shouto interact with his friends, they see an entirely different side of their brother that they never knew about. they see how soft and vulnerable he is, how much like a child his age is supposed to be. they see a stranger that they might like to know.

there’s no trace of endeavor in his eyes or in his laugh or in the way he talks.

but then their father comes into the room, and shouto just locks up, goes all stiff and cold and distant, just like he was all throughout their childhoods. his friends subtly close rank around him, casually moving so they’re between shouto and his father. like they’re protecting him.

and, finally, fuyumi and natsuo understand.

The thought of doing this had been fumbling through your chest for the last couple of minutes.

You hesitantly smiled as you made your way down to the common room area, where your boyfriend was. The smell of curry hit your nose and your heart tap danced in your chest as the elevator doors opened, revealing most of the class and your boyfriend sitting at the dining tables, eating curry.

You tip toed over to him. Your heart hammered in your chest as you snuck up on him. You were two steps away from him when he turned around to see you out stretching your arms around him, securing yourself on his shoulders.

“What do you want?” He grumbled, annoyed. He wanted to finish eating before he started with you. You simply smiled, pressing your head against his and hugging him while he shoved a spoonful into his mouth.

“Katsuki love...I have something to tell you...” you started softly, pressing soft kisses to his neck. He squirmed in his seat, rolling his shoulders. A dead sign for you to stop due to it affecting him.

“What do you want?” He barked again, trying to shove you off. It was no use. You stuck to him like glue, smiling as you brushed his hair from his ear as your hand moved to cover his ear for you to whisper into it.

He grunted, shoving another spoonful of curry into his mouth and leaning more so he could hear you. You grinned, opening your mouth. . .

. . . and burped loudly right in his ear.

Curry went flying out his mouth as he started coughing. His face was like watching an animated film play out. Disgust. Disbelief. And then Anger. So much anger.

“Y/N...” he started, eyes hidden behind his hair.

‘Danger Danger Danger. Run.’ the little voice in your head supplied.

The entire common room watched as you ran as fast as your legs could go with smoke and fire trailing not to far behind you.

“Shitty woman! What the hell is wrong with you, burping in my damn ear?! Get back here so I can blow your ass to hell!”

Y O U’R E TELLING ME THE RAT CAN LOOK LIKE THAT BUT HE CHOOSES TO LOOK LIKE THIS

I want to see your cute face.