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♡︎𝐈𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲/𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐨 𝐓𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐢♡︎

Day 10 of Kinktober 2022

Summary: after being a brat for a little too long, Shouto decides that you’re in need of  a lesson in behaviour.

Props to my beta reader for today @sasualblxd​ - thank you for your amazing help shawdy! Go ahead and give my betas a follow, they deserve it!

855 words.

Shouto isn't always as stoic as he seems. There are times when he lets a rare smile slip, or when he loses his temper. Each little break in his composure sticks with you like glue, and you just love to try his patience.

Every day you try your luck with Shouto, and lately your attempts at breaking his composure have been getting deeper and deeper under his skin. He's getting irritated.

Of course, that could never make him love you any less, it just makes him want to strangle you a little bit, -but in a loving way, of course.

You would take any and every chance to be the most irritating little brat that you could possibly be, all because you think it's hot when he's angry.

Those fiery eyes and ice cold glare, mixed with the subtle tensing of his jaw as he contemplates throwing you over his shoulder and teaching you how to behave always has you needing a change of underwear without fail.

Most of the time, when you see this look it's when you're watching him fight, and you zone in on the agitation and impatience carried in his expression, trying to burn the image into your head.

Other times, when you're lucky, you get to see it directed at you, after you've pushed his buttons for long enough. Thank God for your unusual talent of getting under peoples skin.

Today was one of those lucky days.

You had been doing absolutely everything you possibly could to push your luck with him, from not cleaning up the messes you leave when he asks, to relentlessly teasing him without giving him what he wants after. It's all just fun and games to you, and in your eyes, the more you piss him off, the better.

It's not like he's actually angry with you when he finally snaps, anyway. More like relatively pissed off.

The moment of your wet dreams finally come to fruition, though, is when he decides that he's going to teach you a lesson himself. And as he walks into the bedroom where you're sitting, watching TV, he grabs the remote and switches it off. No distractions.

You raise your eyebrow, looking at him expectantly. Part of you wonders if you’re in trouble. The other part hopes you’re in trouble.

“Hey, babe... What’s up?”

You’re rewarded with no response.

Shouto simply looks straight into your eyes, giving you an unimpressed look after you had just dyed all of his shirts pink in the wash. It’s an even more pristine picture as he still wears the baby pink work shirt he had put on to do some paperwork at the office, having to suffer through the comments of Denki and Mina throughout his entire shift.

“Aw, what’s wrong, babe? You look so pretty in pink~”

That. That was the last straw.

“The safeword is ‘frost’“

“Wha-?”

You can barely get out half a word as you’re picked up and slung over your lover’s lap, ass up and your belly pressed against his thick, muscular thighs.

“Every day. It’s every day that you’re doing something new just to piss me off and I don’t like it! You’re being a brat, do you understand?”

Okay. Maybe you might’ve been going too far, but you’re a brat by nature, and he’s always been your willing tamer from the very start. Still, your pussy throbs at the anticipation of what’s going to happen next. A rough palm slips its way past the band of your sweats, pulling them down just past your ass, and the chill of being almost completely bare save for a cute pair of grey underwear sends shivers up your spine, raising the hairs on your neck.

“Do you understand?”

His cold voice is what brings you back from your thoughts, reigning in your attention and refocusing it all back onto him. 

“Y-yes, Shou- I’m sorry-”

A sharp slap echoes off the bedroom walls a sharp, stinging pain interrupts you. Holy shit. Did he just spank you? Yeah, sure, you’re in this position for a reason, but you thought he would just scare or intimidate you a little to get you to behave, not this...

Another slap leaves a red handprint on your right ass cheek, tearing a squeal from you as you desperately try to wriggle away, discomfort nagging at your limbs. Your back is starting to hurt from having it arched like this, and it’s a chore to breathe when you’re on your stomach, his thighs pressing into your ribs, but the feeling of being pushed down and disciplined like this sends a wave of heat straight through your core. This reaction is only amplified as the next slap is a little lower down, Shou’s fingers grazing over your pussy as he smacks your thigh.

“Oh? Don’t tell me you’re enjoying this?”

His voice is smug and his erection pokes at your ribs while his hand rubs soothing circles around the blossoming bruises on your ass. He knew you would like this all along, didn’t he? What an ass. 

Now it’s his turn to leave you high and dry.

© 2022 not-your-fucking-kacchan

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♡︎𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐨 𝐓𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐢♡︎

Day 18 of Kinktober 2022

Summary: He wants to get you pregnant, and he can't wait.

Props to my beta reader for today @sasualblxd - thank you for your amazing help!

750 words.

Shouto's hunger for you is insatiable.

He's never wanted anything in his life more than he wants the feeling of your lips clashing with his- he fantasizes about it at work, just imagining what it would be like to pump you full of his cum right there at his desk.

So when he finally came home to the smell of fresh food that his wife had so generously made, a sigh of relief escaped parted lips.

Part of him still doesn't quite believe that he actually married you, but nevertheless, he slips his arms around your waist and mutters into the freshly washed skin of your neck. Strawberries and cream scented soap invades his senses, and your hair is cold to the touch, probably still a little damp from the shower.

"You know you don't have to cook for me, right? I'm happy to come home and cook for you..."

He trails off at the dismissive flick of your wrist and your faint smile, tilting his head in the likeness of a confused puppy.

The truth is, although you limit yourself to cooking simple, homely dishes, you take pride in catering for your little hero. And that's exactly what you tell him. You're proud of him. And you're proud to look after him as much as you possibly can.

This may have been lost in translation, however, since you next find yourself being bent over the kitchen counter. Maybe he has a praise kink?

Shouto feels so loved, and he can practically feel your devotion radiating off of you. All that he can think about is fucking you 'till daylight. Maybe he won't wear a condom.

Fuck it. He's not wearing a condom. Images of your belly bulged with a future baby flash in his head, enticing him, and it doesn't take much for you to crumble under his touch.

He wants to make you pregnant. He wants to fill you up and have you bear his children.

Of course, the two of you have talked about having kids in the past, so this isn't a completely new feeling, but he's feeling awefully bold and very, very needy today, so even as you squeak and scold him in a hushed voice, telling him that dinner's going to be ready soon, he makes up his mind that he's gonna be quick. He wouldn't want all of your efforts to go to waste.

"I'll be quick- I just want to fill you up before dinner... I want to make you pregnant, baby"

You're stunned silent, hearing Shou's soft breaths by your neck and whining as your belly already stirs. You slowly nod your head, figuring that he's hungry for something that's not dinner.

It's not like you can deny how turned on you are right now though.

It doesn't even take a second for him to be lifting your loose skirt and tearing your underwear off of your body, and the faint sound of his zipper being undone catches your ears. So no prep, then.

It's not like it makes any difference, after all, since almost every morning you like to wake your husband up with morning sex, but you've never done it without a condom before...

He slips right in without a problem, the feeling of slowly being filled with your boyfriend arching your back and drawing out a little mewl. He pants softly, already being merciless with each thrust of his hips as you take in the full feeling of your lovers cock, and each little ridge and vein brushing against velvety walls.

Already Shou is close, imagining your tummy filled with his seed and your curves filled out in the perfect picture of fertility. You can still smell the stress of the day on him as he bends you over the clean kitchen counter, his hand placed firmly on your mid-back to hold you down while he fucks your brains out.

Once you feel his twitching and that sudden telltale warmth deep in your core, you can tell he just came, and the overwhelming thought of being filled until you're sure to be pregnant has you tightening and spasming around him, cumming on your lover's spent cock.

Part of him wants to make a joke about having desert before dinner as he catches his breath, marking your neck with love filled kisses and bites, but he thinks that may be overkill.

But hey, the overwhelming urge to tell dad jokes all of a sudden must be good news, right?

© 2022 not-your-fucking-kacchan

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I’m Not Scared! - Todoroki Shouto x Reader

Reader and Shouto unable to sleep after watching a horror movie, but neither will admit that the movie scared them.

(Note: Reader is not easily scared. I am someone who doesn't get scared much when watching horror movies. That's why I wrote it from that perspective. Not beta read.)

AU Idea from: https://atsuzaki-playground.neocities.org/

Word Count: 2,268(?)

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It was not supposed to be like this. Me, scared? Of a horror movie? I really don’t like to admit it, but, that movie did shake something inside of me. The credit were rolling. The living room was nearly pitch black, for the TV was the only light source. The eerie melody did not help either. It brought back flashbacks of the most gruesome killings I’ve ever seen in a movie. It’s fine. I’ll be okay. I’m not scared. I’m not that scared. 

I look at my boyfriend. His gleaming eyes were focused on screen before he turn to me.

“That was, uh, nice, huh? I expected it to be scarier but I guess not,” he said. He seems undisturbed by the movie. Huh? Say what? Scarier? Did we even watch the same movie? That has to be the most disturbing movie I’ve seen in my entire life. Kirishima did warn us...

“Yeah, I don’t know why Kirishima and the others were terrified. It’s the same as other horror movies,” I chuckled, trying to keep my mind off the images that keep popping up. No, it wasn’t. This does not compare to any of the horror movies I’ve watched. Normally, I’d be over the movie by now, but this time I’m not. 

“Well,” he stood up from the couch. I slightly panicked. Where is he going?

“Let’s clean this small mess up.” He grabbed the empty wrapper and bowl. Oh. I nod in return, following him with the empty cans we drank from. 

Suddenly, the room went entirely dark.

The light from the TV was black. My heart skipped a beat. Crap. I nearly let out a gasp. Luckily, I caught myself. I couldn’t even see Shouto’s figure anymore. Not long after, there was shuffling from my right. 

“Shouto?” I call out with my hands gripping the cans a little tighter. I hear a hum before a light beams on my face. I squint at the bright light shining in the his hand.

“Can’t see the room. I’ll turn on the lights,” Shouto says before leaving my side to flick the switch on. Utter silence. He moved so quietly, I almost thought he hadn’t moved at all until there was brightness. Relief washed over me as I saw everything was okay. Shouto was still here. This was still my house. And nothing went wrong.

“Are you okay?” he questioned me from his spot. He looked calm, as usual. Was he really not phased by all those scenes in the movie?

“Yeah, just didn’t see you walk past me,” I reply before walking towards the kitchen. Shouto walks up behind me with the other dishes. I proceeded to wash it all while he put away any leftovers. 

Suddenly, a sharp loud noise comes from the living room. My heart nearly falls out at the heavy familiar tune. I grip the bowl tighter to prevent it from falling. It was the same horrifying tune that grew to become more and more menacing as the movie went on. My fist clenches tightly into itself.

“Oh, I forgot to turn off the TV. It must’ve replayed on its own,” he rushed inside the living room to take care of the task. I quickly let out the sigh of relief when the tune stopped. However, the killings and horrific moments from the movie would not stop popping into my mind. It kept me on edge. I never thought this would be my reaction to a horror movie. As soon as Shouto entered the kitchen again, I eased up a little more. I just need him beside me for a bit, then I'll be okay.

“Let’s go,” I nod, following him to get into our bedroom.

We both were in our room, except for the past hour, I was sitting up on the bed and Shouto was next to me on his laptop. Despite the tiredness I felt in the afternoon, sleep was something that was not coming to me. Whenever my eyes closed, the storyline, the faces, and the sounds continued to bother me. Due to Shouto's display of calmness, I did not express, for once, getting spooked by a mere horror movie.

“Aren’t you tired?” I asked Shouto, who seemed to be finishing up a report from his agency. He hummed before looking at me.

“Not... really. You can go to sleep. No need to wait up for me,” he lets through a small smile.

“Oh, well... I’m not tired either.” That's embarrassing.

“Hm, did the movie scare you?” he now looked worried. Shouto pushed the laptop a little to the side before scooting himself towards me.

“No, I’m fine. Not sure why I’m not tired. Why? Did it uh freak you out?” Please tell me it did. Please tell me it did. Please tell me-

He shook his head ‘no’. How!?

“It didn’t, but the movie was alright,” he went right back to work after responding to the question. Of course. It does take a lot to scare him.

I continued to scroll through my phone while Shouto types out his documents. His hero work often requires reports of the patrols, fights, and whatnot. I’m guessing it’s the report on today’s patrol combined with the research he needs to do for a mission. The silence between us wasn’t awkward but there was something left unspoken. The bed shook a little and I noticed him get out of bed. Where is he going? Before I can say anything, Shouto entered the bathroom and closed the door. Oh, bladder business.

His absence did not help calm my nerves. The feeling was indescribable. It was as if a presence was there. I took in a deep breath to brace myself. Calm down!

However, the sudden loud thud against the window tipped me further into the emotion. Looking at the window, there was a huge crack. It seemed as though one touch would shatter it out of the barely stable placement. The noise from the bathroom and frost coming from underneath the door did not help. I quickly ran to the door and started knocking. First reason: I was worried Shouto got injured from a possible intrusion and wanted him near me. Second reason: the ice under the door made no sense, unless it was something important. Frantically and constantly, my knuckles hit the wood. The ice from the bathroom only grew. Slipping on the sudden ice under my feet, I fell to my knees. A hiss left my mouth. The jagged part of the ice formed marks on my skin.

“S-Shouto?! Are you okay?” I questioned. I was worried and confused for the sudden need of his powers. I heard scrambling from inside the bathroom and the ice begins to melt. Soon enough, the door opens and Shouto was in front of me. His figure towers over my state.

“Shit, sorry,” he gently pulls me up. Carrying my body, he lets me down on the bed. 

-3rd person POV- 

“D-did you hear it too?” you asked, wondering if the sound ticked him off. 

“Yeah,” silence followed after. 

“Um...” not knowing what to say, you decided to hug Shouto. Shouto wrapped his arms around you.

“Are you okay? I didn’t mean to hurt you,” he asked, pulling away. You shook your head, indicating that you were fine.

“Just fell, that’s all. Why the ice?”

“I heard a loud noise and accidentally let my power run out,” he replied.

Huh? That rarely happens, you thought.

“Did you knock because of my ice?” he looked at you with a curious face.

“Uh, yeah. Well...” you weren’t sure how to respond. How can you tell him that you were scared and the noise tipped you off?

“Where did the noise come fro- Oh,” Shouto’s eyes wandered to the cracked window. He wondered if that was the reason behind your slightly frightened state. 

You both weren't sure whether or not to confess.

Shit. I really didn't mean to hurt them. They're not bleeding, but there is a possibility bruising will appear in the morning.

Shouto cups your cheek and slides thumb across it.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to worry you like that," he continues his gesture.

You place a hand on his left arm, "As long as I'm able to make sure you're okay, a little accident isn't bad."

"I'll call the local agency to figure out the odd occurrence," Shouto leaves your side for a few minutes to gather information.

He stands at the foot of the bed during the conversation. He wanted to ensure your safety, especially after the eerie event. However, he was relieved after receiving better news.

"What did they say?" you asks, looking up at him from the bed.

"Nothing to worry about. There was a child who manifested a wind quirk and accidentally threw objects around with great force. Multiple houses called the agency, as well, regarding their broken windows and cars. It happened at the time our window cracked, so that answers our question."

You smiled with pity, "That's horrible. The child must feel horrible for the ruckus."

"Hm, probably."

1st Person (Reader)

I really wanted to confess. Shouto, that damn movie scared me. Although the phone call reassured our safety, my nerves did not calm down.

Shouto stretches his arms as he nears our bed.

"Are you done with your work?" I asked, removing the bedsheet from his side.

"I am. Some of it needs to be gone through with the others, so I plan on meeting with them tomorrow," he slides his feet into the sheets and lays down next to me.

He places his arm on my waist but does not shut his eyes. I don't shut mine either.

3... 2.5... 2... 1.5... 1...

"About the mo-" we both mutter at the same time, catching each other by surprise.

"Uh, you first,"

"No, you can go ahead," he responds.

I cringe at my thoughts. This is embarrassing.

"Oh, nothing. Just thinking about the interesting plot of the film," a fake smile spreads across my face.

He does not seem to believe those were my original thoughts, but he does not mention his skepticism.

"Yeah, no one really got a safe or happy ending."

"Anyways, who will you be meeting tomorrow?" I changed the topic immediately to avoid speaking of the movie.

"Well, I know Bakugou, Midoriya, and Tsuyu will be among the few. There is also the pro-heroes we've occasional met in high school. Do you remember the students from Shiketsu?"

"Ah, yes, I do. Especially the one who... messed up the provisional license test with you," he takes my hands into his an brings it up to his face. My face warms up at the gesture.

"You're tense. Are you sure you're okay?" he looked worried at my behavior. I didn't even notice the stress I placed on my shoulders and arms.

"Well..." I debated tell him the truth, but at this point... Just tell him!

"Please don't make fun of me," I start off.

"I won't. I promise," he smiles as I take a deep breath.

"The movie was a little bothersome. I can't get over the scenes."

He blankly stares at me. A silence meets the room for a few long seconds. Great.

"I know. It probably wasn't that scary for you, but-"

"You too?" Huh?

"What do you me-," it hits me. I get up from my position, "You got freaked out by it?"

"Yeah," he scratches the back of his head as he, too, raised himself up.

"Oh my gosh. You won't believe how relived I am, right now. Well, not because you're scared, but you won't poke fun," I let out a breathy laugh.

"Even if I wasn't, I'd never make fun of your feelings. It's completely fine to feel scared," he rubs the back of my hand with his thumb.

"Do you feel better getting that off your chest?" he asked. I nod in return.

Wait a minute... My eyebrows scrunch up remembering the incident that happen not too long ago. I fully face Shouto, and he immediately returns the gesture.

"Wait... Was that why your ice went off?" he blushes at my realization. I chuckled and ruffle his hair.

"I'm guessing it's the same for you?" I place my forehead on his and let out a flustered 'yes' before going back to my previous posture.

"We both really are too stubborn to admit we were scared."

"Definitely," I replied

"Let's go back to sleep. We have to wake up a bit earlier than usual tomorrow. Well.. Today since it is a few minutes past 12 AM," I was confused at his sudden schedule change.

"Aren't you clocking into work at noon?" I asked.

"Well, my love," he takes my chin into his hand and comes close, "To make up for the ruckus and feelings for today, I am treating you."

He is truly going to be the death of me. I cannot believe I had lower expectations when I first met him. I was too shocked at his gesture to speak or move. He simply smiles and pulls both of us back into our covers. Shouto presses his body against mine, maximizing our contact with each other.

"We'll both be here for each other if the other gets a nightmare," he presses his face into the crook of my neck and places a small kiss.

"Let me treat you tomorrow, too. You deserve it," I told him. No matter what he says, I already have my decision set.

"A day out getting ourselves pampered, it is," his grip on my body tightens as we comfort each other to sleep.

His scent fill my mind, removing all the bad scenes that previously occupied my mind. His touch removed the feeling of murderous hands around my body. His soft breath slowly removed the screams of agony and terror that previously looped in my ear.

I slowly rake my hand through his hair. I hope I am doing the same for him. His calm heartbeat and regular breath only reassures my hopes.

"We're safe with each other."

"We're safe with each other," he confirms.

We're both lucky to have each other.

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I am not sure how to feel about this, so please do let me know if you feel comfortable enough.

Thank you!

Better Connection - Shouto x Reader

Prompt: Reader trying to mooch off of Shouto's wifi and jokingly putting their own name in as the password, then being shocked that it actually works and they're now connected to Shouto's wifi…

Warnings: None?

Word Count: 1,543?

(Fluff) [Slight crack?] (NOT BETA READ)

Prompts from: https://atsuzaki-playground.neocities.org/

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I groan at the sudden loading screen of my laptop. I thought I paid the bill? I shake my leg in nervousness. This assignment is due tomorrow, but I knew I’d be too busy to complete it then. Should I wait until I get free WiFi at a cafe? No… I want to get this submitted now.

I groan out of frustration and slight confusion. I then attempted to submit the assignment from my phone. To my rotten luck, my phone also did not have WiFi. Not only that, the file was not compatible. Okay. Breathe in. Breathe out. It’s okay. You have one more day.

Closing my eyes, I lie back back onto my bed. I’ll just wait 5 minutes. In the meantime, I unintentionally eavesdropped onto the neighboring room upon hearing running down the hallway and into the room next door. Shouto and I moved in around the same time. He arrived at this apartment half a year before I did. At first, our conversations were dry and awkward. However, as time went on, they became smooth and comfortable. Our silent stares became frequent waves when seeing each other around the area.

There was a little bit of loud shuffling of bags and footsteps. My eyes widen at the sudden thump that rumbles my floor.

“Goodness,” I mumble. I wonder what that was?

My curiosity got the best of me so this time I got out of my room and into my living room. I slowly open the door and peek out. Ah!

“I accidentally bumped into him! Didn’t look where I was going,” Eijirou seems to be defending someone inside of the room. Hm…

“My apologies, Shouto! I’ll pay you back! I feel really bad,” I heard a strong voice. My eyebrow furrows at the familiar voice. What was his name again? Tensei? Wait. No! That’s his brother… Ten…Ten?

“You’re alright, Tenya. Thanks for the help with the new table.” Shouto responds. Right! Tenya.

“No! You must let me!” Tenya seemed firm about his decision.

“I’ll pitch in too. Partially my fault,” Eijirou raises his fist in strange determinations.

“Denied. No,” Shouto’s bluntness almost makes me laugh.

“The wooden sculpture was already pretty roughed up. Even a child’s punch would’ve toppled it over,” he adds.

I go back inside, once again, minding my own business. It’s good that no one was hurt. I rush back to my room and reload my page.

No connection…

I roll my eyes at the device. It’s been 5 minutes already. I huff in annoyance. Normally, I would be okay with going to a nearby cafe. However, today was not a day I wanted to step outside. My back ached from yesterday’s busy schedule. Tomorrow was another busy day and I needed to conserve as much energy as I could. I flop back onto my bed, rolling around. Suddenly, a thought swipes into my brain.

Shouto… has WiFi. More importantly, Shouto has the fastest WiFi in the apartment complex, especially because he is rich.

I bite my inner cheek, debating myself. Should I ask? Before I can get up, I think to myself again. What if he questions me? How do I respond if he says no?

Please, sire. Allow this peasant to use your golden WiFi.

I press my hand on my temple. I groan before I swipe my phone off of my pillow.

“Let's use the high IQ skills,” I joke to myself as I open my phone.

He wouldn’t mind, right? That is, if I can access it. He won’t. How will he know?

I click on the name ‘Shouto.T’ and think to myself.

Shouto111? Incorrect.

MidoyiraIzuku? Izukuno1? Both incorrect. I chuckle to myself. Good ones. He was great friends with Izuku and would mention that Izuku got him to accept himself and his life.

Hm… I shake my head. Foolish. It can’t be my name.

After giving it a few more playful and hilarious tries, I realized that I was giggling to myself… about Shouto’s WiFi password. I cleared my throat and straightened my back.

Come on. All you have to do is ask, I told myself. Yet again, I look back down on my phone. I smile to myself. Whatever. For giggles.

I insert my firstname into the empty space and hit connect. I laughed a bit too hard, until I realized the once empty space held a checkmark.

Connected.

My laughter comes to a stop and I choke up. I’m connected. Wait! I’m connected?!

My body was frozen in place. What? How- Wait. Huh?!

I quickly snap out of it and fling my phone onto my pillow, which makes a louder than expected thump. Then, I grab my laptop. I insert the same password into his WiFi. Once again… Connected.

I was stunned. Too stunned to even be excited that I can submit my assignment. What do I do with this information? Do I ask him about it? No. He’ll ask how I know. Then, he’ll ask why I put my name. Then- Ugh!

Shaking my thoughts off, I solve the problem that had been gnawing at me for the past 30 minutes. I successfully submit my assignment and close my laptop. Suddenly, I hear my doorbell ring.

I quietly make my way and open the door. There stood the boy that managed to alway make my heart flutter.

“Hi, Shouto! Is everything alright?”

“Hi. Yeah, I wanted to make sure everything was okay. I heard a loud noise,” I tilt my head in confusion. Then, I remembered the force I threw my phone at.

“Oh! Sorry. I uh… Got shocked and threw my phone,” I chuckled. He shakes his head in understanding.

Suddenly, he grabs his phone, “By the way… Do you mind me asking something?” He shows me the screen of his phone. No. Don’t tell me this rich boy… I shake my head ‘no’ and look at the screen. Don’t tell me he knows who is connected to his router…

“How did you know my WiFi password? Am I that obvious about it?” His index finger points to my phone and laptop, which clearly are titled with my name. I look at him with a warm face and wide eyes.

“Well… No, but… Well… I didn’t expect it to work. Okay, so, I needed to submit an assignment and my WiFi wasn’t working. I swear I pay my bills, by the way. I was going to ask you but-” my stop myself from giving out more information.

He lightly laughs and looks at me.

“This wasn't how I expected you to find out,” he says. To confirm my thoughts, I press into his vagueness.

“Find out what?” I asked.

“Oh. That I like you. That’s why I put you as my WiFi password,” he said it loud and clear from the doorstep.

Both of us stood in silence for a few seconds before he clears his throat.

“I understand if this is awkward and weird. I can go if you’re feeling uncomfortable,” he scratches the back of his neck.

“No!” I blurt.

“A little confusing, but I was shocked. That’s all,” I told him.

“If I asked you out today, would you agree?” He looks at me with calm eyes that almost cover up his anticipation.

“Well…” I felt nervous. I definitely wasn’t opposed to it.

“Would you like to come inside?” I asked, which brings up a shine in his eyes.

“Yes! If that’s alright with you,” I nod and let him come inside.

-

“Poor WiFi service? Must be rough,” he unintentionally lays out the drastic difference in WiFi performance.

“To be fair, you’re the one with the fastest WiFi in the building. I thought it wouldn’t slow down with one extra- two extra devices,” I replied

“You have a point. How did you even know your name was the password?”

“Well… I did try your name, Izuku’s name, your full birthday, and-”

“Izuku’s name?!” he looked so worriedly confused, which made it hard to continue since I laughed too hard at his expression.

“Yes…” I composed myself and continued, “I played around and tried my name. It somehow connects. You know the rest,” he nods.

“So that’s why you threw your phone with such force. That’s… impressive. I heard it from my living room,” Shouto says.

He then looks at me with the same eyes from earlier.

“Will you go out on a date with me?” His smooth voice matches the calmness emitting from his body language. If I were to say no, he would accept it without taking it as an insult.

I smile, “Yes, Shouto.”

He sighs in relief, “I thought the password would’ve scared you away.”

I shake my head, “If anything, I’m glad we were able to confess.”

He reaches out for my hand, but stops and looks up at me. I nodded my head indicating my permission. He then intertwined our hands. Warmth makes its way around my face.

“I like this… We should hold hands a lot,” my heart flutters at his comment. His gentle smile and bright eyes toward our hands warm me up even more.

“We should.” I confirm.

At this moment, I was glad my poor internet connection led to the connection of our feelings.

----

Thank you for reading!

Request: Todoroki and/or Bakugo x an s/o that has eyes that change colors often?

I love this request.

A/N Alright let's get this show on the road. Hopefully it's not too bad.

Shouto Todoroki

Shouto has unique eyes himself. He sees you everyday with the same pair of glasses on covering your eyes. He has asked you about it before but you were quick to change the subject.

'That's it' he thought 'Today is the day I see what's going on with (Y/n)'s eyes.' He got up from his desk and stood in front of yours. "We need to talk. Right now." He stated. A few seconds later the bell rang, Shouto grabbed your arm and pulled you to an empty classroom.

"Shouto what is going on?" You asked. "Why wont you let me see your eyes anymore?" He was blunt and straight forward. "Cause they're fucking weird, I dont know what's going on with them. It has nothing to do with my quirk."

During your little rant, your glasses ended up falling onto the ground due to your head moments. Once you had noticed, you were quick to try and grab your glasses. But Shouto was quicker and grab your cheeks.(face i swear one day I will post nsfw content.)

Your eyes were a lovely mix between a burgundy and a rosey red. "(Y/N) I-" Shotuo had looked away due to not knowing what to say. He had snapped his head back towards you when he heard you sniffle. Your eyes were now a glossy white with tints of blue. Tears were forming in the corners of your eyes. "You probably think I'm disgusting don't you." You cried. Shouto quickly shut up with with a kiss. "No, my love you're not disgusting, your eyes are amazing. They only add more to your beautiful appearance."

Katsuki Bakugou

You always thought Katsuki had two quirks. One his explosions and two the ability to always tell when you are upset even without you saying anything.

So when you came to glass with tinted glasses on he immediately new something was wrong. Everytime he had tried to ask you about you just brushed it off and said it wasnt a big deal. Well apparently to Katsuki it was a big fucking deal.

He later found you at your locker at the end of the day. He literally pinned you to your locker, luckily nobody was was in the hallway. "Listen here dumbass, you are going to tell me why in the actual fuck you are always wearing those shitty glasses all the damn time." He said. "Katsu are you back to the things with my eyes? Listen my eyes are being weird with the color and it's kinda gross." You explained as you slowly took off the glasses. Katsuki's eye widen at the color of yours. They were a mix of gold and a pinkish red. "Listen here fucker, your eyes are the most beautiful things besides you and if I see you wearing those glasses again I'll kick your ass."

Ha, I'm sorry, hopefully it's good enough for you.

Sorry if I'm bothering you by requesting something again, you don't have to do this, haha;; But, can you do Todoroki and/or Bakugo x an s/o that got turned into a child? Like what you did before with Bakugo turning into a child? Thank you if you do!

Dude it's no problem honestly I really appreciate you asking me to do this. So thank you so much!

-You know how it goes, a s/o gets hit by a villians quirk that turns them into a child.- In this you will be around 2 so no talking yet.

Shouto Todoroki

Oof.

That is all I have to say for this boy.

This precious icy-hot boi is in love with you.

Teenage or child, he fucking loves you.

So when you get turned back into a child, he loses his damn mind.

Just seeing you in a diaper and one of his shirts that is too small for him.

It really causes him to burst into actual flames.

Shouto honestly believes you are too cute for this world.

To him everything you do is cute.

You sneeze and scare yourself? Cute.

You tackle a teddy bear? Cute.

You smacked Mineta for touching Mina? Cute.

You waddle to him, sit on his lap and call him dada? Omfg.

This boi didnt know what to do when that happened.

He died on the inside.

He passed out.

Izuku literally had to pick you up before Shouto fell off the couch.

Once he came to tho, he was cuddling you like no tomorrow.

Shouto keeps you with him everywhere.

To the kitchen to get something to eat? Yes

Even in the middle of the night? Hell yeah he didnt want to risk you falling off the bed.

Training with his father? Yeah but he let's his sister and brother watch over you.

The only place he wouldn't take you his the bathroom.

Of course your fine with it.

You just sit there playing with your toys and laughing at yourself.

When it comes to diapers and changing, he doesn't know what to do.

So he just ask one of the girls.

And they are happy to help, it gives them practice.

Now everyone knows to do go near you if shouto doesnt like them.

Izuku, Iida, Uraraka? Of course they are close friends.

Mona and any other girl? Yes because they help.

Kaminari, Mineta? Hell no.

Bakugou, Kirishima? Maybe but Shouto will still have to be there to watch you.

Shouto is so protective of you.

Like no joke.

Endeavour had saw you and Shouto sitting in his room during break.

Geez the man could have killed Shouto for bringing this 'worthless child' into his home.

Since you were napping Shouto wanted absolute silence for you.

But since the dickhead he called a father came into the room and started yelling you had started to get a little bit fussy.

Shouto was quick to shut that shit done tho.

He took a bucket but ice in it then melted it so it was water and throw in on his father.

"Leave, I dont need you waking her up. She needs her rest. And I'm also trying to prove that I could be a better father and you could ever be."

Endeavor was about to respond but quickly left because of hero work.

You and Shouto did everything together while you were a kid.

He took you to the park, movies, to the ice shop, aquarium, museum.

He even had Momo make a onesie on his hero costume for you.

He passed out again once he saw you in it.

Shouto asked if he could make one for you when you were back to normal.

He has that once sitting in the closet.

Let's say when you're back to normal Shouto is ready to marry you, and start a family with you.

He actually proposed already in your second year.

Katsuki Bakugo

For starters this bomb wont let anyone near you.

Izuku is practically dead for even looking at you.

Kirishima hes okay but his trust can only go so far.

Mina is mostly the only girl that can get close to you, and that only to change your diaper.

But he still thinks you're the most precious thing on the planet.

Watching you waddle around the room is the highlight of his day.

You may have to call the police and a mental institution on Katsuki.

He loses his fucking mind about you.

He saw you trip, fall and land on a pillow.

Even tho you got up a few mintues later and giggled at yourself, he still got the first aid kit out and check over you to make sure there were no scratches.

This boy literally lost it when you fell and scraped your knee.

He saw you around the corner and before he could even get you up.

You were already up and running towards him, crying.

No because you hurt your knee but because Mineta had gotten to close to you.

So when you ran into his arms, calling dada this boy didnt know what to do.

First, he cleaned and bandaged your scrape with a cute band aid then he proceeded to give you to Kirishima, who was more that glad to take you. And beat/threatened the everlasting shit ourtof Mineta.

After getting you back from Kiri, who just whined about not getting to spend time with you.

Bakugou got you some ice cream and headed over to his parents' house.

When Mitsuki opened the door she was shocked to say the least.

Once Mitsuki and Masaru had laid their eyes on you, they were quick the fall in love.

Mitsuki kept gushing about how cute babies you and Katsuki would make when yall got older.

Masaru was just enjoying just having another baby in the house again.

You had started to cry and Katsuki got all protective again.

Mitsuki was quick to shut him up and told him to go get you something to eat out of the fridge.

Masaru got to feed you while Mitsuki and Katsuki were fighting over who got to dress you.

Mitsuki wanted to put you in a cute outfit with Katsuki hero name on it

Katsuki wanted to put you in a onesie version of his hero costume.

In the end you wore what Katsuki picked out.

Cue them all taking at least 100 pictures of you.

You were just too cute

If you thought that was bad waiting until you got back to the dorms.

Everybody has at least 10 photos of you, yes even Tokoyami, Shoji, Koda, Sato and Ojiro. Everyone loved you.

Everyone was a chilling in the common room watching t.v and you.

So when you face planted and didnt get up right afterwards everyone was on edge.

Katsuki was the first to react naturally.

He rushed over to see what was wrong, but then you rolled over and started crying.

Everyone tried to stop you from crying, Momo made pacifiers for you, Ojiro tickled you with his tail, Shouto made little snowmen for you to play with.

Katsuki was also trying, he ran into the kitchen to get your sippy cup and some food.

Once you were feed, and changed you sat in the floor again, this time surrounded by pillows.

You had fell once again, but this time in your back.

And when you weren't moving everyone rushed to your side again making sure you were okay. You were just asleep. Cue everyone again taking hundreds of photos of you again because you were too fucking cute.

Okay sorry if it wasn't what you expected. I put a lot of effort into it. I almost could write this part because I had reached the limit. But I do hope you enjoyed it. 😊😊💗

Toddler! *Yandere!* Bnha x Reader

So i was planning on making this a series but you know gotta test the water first and i oop-. Okay lets be clear on the title, they were yandere before turning into a toddler. The girls will be genderbend cause why not.

Welcome to the forst part of how ever long this shit will be.

Well this isnt the FIRST part it basically and intro so like im explain this shit first and put all the warnings here.

There will be like little mini special chapters like for hoildays, birthdays, crack moments (there will be plenty of those) and even you guys can request scenarios.

So here are all the warnings

Swearing (kacchan and me, i cuss a lot)

Smut (its may not be good but i tried)

Lime

Craziness

Sexual themes

Grammar mistakes

A few yandere moments

I thinks thats, it im terrible at writing agnst, i cant write it at all so sorry.

But i do hope you guys in enjoy this, i would like to hear from you guys.

Bye, i luv u.

HELD BY YOU, FELLED BY YOU ┊ TODOROKI SHOUTO

tags: GN reader, developing relationship, physical affection, touch starved shouto, loneliness, hugs + hand holding, fluff, only a little angst, obliviousness, pro hero shouto, reader works at hero agency

wc: 1.4K

series masterlist: 1/?

It is 4:03pm on a Thursday afternoon. The skies are grey, and the rain is so light it’s practically a wet fog. You have not touched Shouto in any meaningful way since Monday.

Before this week Shouto was certain that he must have been absorbed into a long-standing state of neutrality and apathy as a child. He didn’t long for anything, atleast, not in the way his friends claimed to. Whiny professions of loneliness, lamenting over romantic relationships and sex or lack thereof, dreamily recounting their passionate escapades. It didn’t appeal much to him.

Shouto had what he needed to survive—to live his day to day and climb the ranks without disruption, and it seemed that affection was not one of those things. The Todoroki household had never been particularly affectionate anyway. After his mother was admitted to the psychiatric hospital touch became less associated with comfort and happiness, and more of a thing to avoid altogether.

Shouto never actually voiced an aversion to touch. He held hands with crying children as he walked them back to their parents. He rubbed the backs of countless scared victims, he let them wrap around his arm and squeeze until his fingers grew numb. He offered his left side to elderly folk in the colder weather as they waited to be loaded into an ambulance.

But these small instances were always initiated by him, and his well-meaning friends decided to leave the ball in his court sometime during highschool. It never really left.

Until—

“Can I hug you?” you blurted. Your expression quickly twisted into a sheepish grimace. “You look like you could do with one, is all”.

At that moment Shouto had been sitting in the infirmary half covered in soot and picking out the bits of rubble that managed to get inside his suit’s ventilator. He stared up at you and wondered what that would even look like on himself, lifting a hand to feel his face and finding it relatively normal.

The sound of his heart flooded his ears and he frowned at the reaction. You weren’t a new friend by any means, but Shouto scarcely made new friends so you are newer than the others. You’ve never tried to be physically affectionate but he’s caught you gazing at him fondly sometimes, when you think he’s none the wiser, and he likes it.

Shouto nodded. Why, he doesn’t know. To quell your anxiety and get rid of the awkward atmosphere, he reasoned. Then your lips pulled into a soft, pleased smile, and he felt it like the sun on his face.

You stepped forward as though approaching some skittish animal. Shouto made no move to stand. He had only watched with trepidation as your hands lifted. A breath caught in his throat as they extended to rest on his sloped shoulders. “I’ll get you dirty,” he murmured dumbly in afterthought.

“That’s okay,” you replied, barely above a whisper. Your arms slipped around his back gently, and soon tightened to a secure hold when no objection came—there could be none, because the instant Shouto’s cheek pressed against your soft stomach, a rush of adrenaline speared through him and swept away all conscious thought.

To Shouto touch was like skipping a rock through the cavity in his chest; doing it only ever made its presence more obvious. But you cradled him there for what seemed like hours and he felt warm in ways he couldn’t articulate. Your fingers danced aimless patterns along the top of his spine, sometimes pausing to curl the wispy hair at his nape around them, and he sank.

True to his word, Shouto had dirtied your clothes. He apologised when you pulled away because it was all he could do not to whimper. You didn’t spare your shirt a glance—you just smiled at him again, and said you hoped it helped.

Helped? Helped?

The weight of your embrace had lingered for hours, cloven to the forefront of his mind, clinging to the memory before it became too obscure. Only now the memory hurt him to think about, and the pervasive ache for more intensified as the days passed.

Just this morning he’d wrapped his bedsheets tight and drew them around his shoulders to simulate that same feeling. Closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, picturing you there. Your sweet, purposeful touches. Your comforting scent. Your chest rising and falling. Your voice rumbling against his cheek. Heat filled his body, like you’d reached inside and turned the spigot of his heart.

It was mortifying. And exhilarating.

Shouto stuck his hand out from the shelter of the awning and let the rain lick at his fingers. Overturning his wrist, catching them on the shallow of his palm, he contemplates how he can get you to touch him again.

Last time you said he simply looked like he needed it. Too frustrating and vague, not to mention Shouto has been needing it all week. You could have meant his grimy post-battle appearance, but he didn’t really think this should warrant being thrown from another high rise building. Maybe he has to earn it this time.

You’re standing beside him, too preoccupied by the emails on your phone to notice his dilemma. Things have been fine. No awkwardness on your part, which he should probably be pleased about, but his mind keeps veering beyond rational conjecture. Nothing had changed. Everything had changed. It all felt too one sided.

Shouto gives you a sidelong glance. You might be the only person he knows that can look alluring in the dreary afternoon light. With a sigh he lets his hand drop to his hip and wipes it on his dry suit.

Your thumbs move fast across the screen. “Sorry, Shouto. I promise I’m not ignoring you—just need to reply to this intern,” you tell him. “God, have I ever mentioned how much I hate the email software your agency uses? Because I do”.

He hums, “You have”.

Whatever you hear in his voice has you looking up. There’s a crease etched in your brow, expression open and apologetic. Your gaze flickers to the hand held to his front, where he’s working out the static in his knuckles.

“Are you cold?” you ask, pocketing your phone. It’s a silly question. He is a walking furnace. But Shouto is statuesque as you reach to cup his distinctly bigger hand with your own. Heat prickles under his skin. The staccato of his heart kicks up. You lean down to exhale a warm breath over his fingers, and stroke your thumb along the dips and peaks of his knuckles.

Shouto sends a mental apology to Kaminari for the halfhearted response he gave after a long, lovestruck monologue about his girlfriend’s hands. He thinks he gets it, now.

Your lips curl into a satisfied smile. “Better?” you scan his face and the smile falters. “Shit. Sorry, Shouto. I should’ve asked,” then you’re retreating again and—

He reflexively grabs your wrist. It’s a loose grip, enough for you to free yourself from. You pause. “No,” a puff of steam billows out from his mouth and he has enough presence of mind to be embarrassed by it. “…It’s fine. You don’t have to stop”.

Your concern dwindles into amusement as he wafts it away. “Alright,” you say placatingly. The tension alleviates, and when your fingers slip against his you immediately twine them together, taking the ache in his chest with it. “Is this ‘fine’ too?”

Shouto nods, not yet trusting his voice or his quirk.

“I wasn’t sure if I crossed any lines on Monday,” your eyes dipped to stare at the pavement as you continued. “I know you aren’t touchy feely like the others. They were… surprised when I mentioned the hug”.

“I didn’t think I was,” he swallows, flexing his fingers to squeeze your hand. “I liked it”.

You squeeze back, “You did?”

Shouto squeezes harder, and can’t stop the smile coming unbidden to his lips. “I did,” he says.

You meet his gaze. He’s pinned by that fond look you always try to hide from him. “Do you want another one, then?”

“But I didn’t do anything”.

A litany of emotion passes over your face at his response. There’s determination in the purse of your lips as you step into his space, entangled hands caught between your bodies. Wrapping an arm around his waist, you tuck your nose into the hollow where his jaw met his neck.

There’s a clumsiness to his movements as he follows your lead and slips his arm around your back. Head suddenly too heavy for his neck, he rests his cheek on your crown, melting into the embrace.

“You don’t need to earn my affection, Shouto. Not now and not ever”.

“Oh,” Shouto breathes. “I can just ask?”

“You can,” you laugh softly.

Why hadn’t he thought to just—ask. That is far more reasonable than being flung from another burning high rise.

“What?”

Ah. He pulls you further into his chest until you’re pressed together like the pages of a book. “Nothing”.

hiii i love ur fics idk if ur requests are on rn but can u do a short drabble of the tiktok trend where the guy hasn't ask his gf to be his valentines day so she "put him on sale" as a joke ofc but she's like

BF FOR SALE ($3.50)

- amazing cook

-crusty feet

- will buy anything u want

any character is fine but i would love katsuki or shoto!!

LMFAOOOO this is for sure the funniest ask ive gotten yet😭😭😭 this is so cute !! and very long overdue I apologize writer block devil was rlly kickin my ass😞 valentines been over but yk i had to write this ! i was rlly hesitating between writing for shoto or katsuki and then i realized i could write for BOTH OF THEM!! and so i did ! i tried honoring your request as best i could, hope you like it <3 !

no pronouns mentioned, pure tooth rotting nasty fluff, use of petnames (my love for shoto and sweets, babe and idiot (lol) for katsuki), katsuki is an asshat but when isn’t he, shy katsuki, shoto is a bit of an airhead, kissing, biting, reader is petty asl lol, lemme know if i missed something else !

todoroki shoto ♥︎

“yn, my love.”

“yes, shoto ?”

the corners of shoto’s mouth pull into a tiny frown at the usage of his first name. no baby, no hun, not even sho. just shoto.

“did i do something to upset you ?” he asks carefully from his spot at the foot of your dorm bed he seems to be stuck at, he can’t bring himself to move until he knows if you’re actually mad at him, and he has an inkling you are.

you look up at him for no longer than a second then look back down at your phone screen “what makes you think that ?” you question back nonchalantly.

“you posted something on your tiktok account..” shoto doesn’t have a clue how to have this conversation with you and it makes him a little nervous, he regrets not going to izuku for advice after all.

“mhmmmm~” you hum, urging him to continue knowing damn well you know what he’s going to say. you wanted to hear him say it himself.

you know shoto’s had no previous relationships before you so these type of things probably don’t mean as much to him as they do to you, but doesn’t everyone want their boyfriends to ask them to be their valentine ? you sure do, and your boyfriend hadn’t asked you to be his yet, so as petty as you know you were being at the time you posted the tiktok he’s no doubt here for right now.

shoto feels like a criminal on trial desperately trying to plead his case with you being the judge. tentatively, he asks “ you said you were..putting me up for sale ?”

immediately it’s like a switch had been flipped. you place your phone down onto your bed next to you, shoto wishes he could take your phone’s place. you cross your leg over the other and bring your hands together like a super villain revealing their master plan “yes. yes i did.”

“oh.”

silence. nothing.

shoto tried—he’s trying. he’s trying so insanely hard to make sense of everything that is you but he simply can’t. he breaks eye contact to think of more to ask but his attention is quickly pulled back to you when he hears you whine.

“uuuuughhh shotoooo~” you moan, throwing your head back against the headboard. “you’re not supposed to say ‘oh’ !” you’re face changes from grumpy to deadpan as you lower your voice slightly to try and mimic him. on any other day this would’ve made him laugh but he’s beyond lost at this point. he clears his throat before speaking again.

“ i don’t know what i’m supposed to say—or what i did for you to want to sell me.” he thinks “and for 3 dollars at that.”

you let out a laugh when you process his words and shoto’s shoulders magically feel lighter at the sound. carefully, he slides a little closer to the side of your bed so he can stand at your bedside. little by little. you pretend you don't notice.

"it's what you deserve for not askin' me to be your valentine."

the secret’s finally out and you get to see how the cog wheels in his head are starting to turn in real time, it has you holding back a giggle when he looks up at you like a deer in headlights.

“is that..why you were mad ?” you nod, humming out a playful mhmm

“ya really hurt my feelings you know ? to think my own boyfriend wouldn’t ask me” you clench your fist over your heart and fake sob dramatically.

shoto huffs out a laugh, relieved to see you’re not actually mad, and goes to sit down on your bed. he tentatively reaches for your hand and squeezes it twice when you let him hold it. before bringing it up to his lips and placing a sweet little kiss to it. it feels as if pop rocks are going off inside of you.

“ i’m sorry for not asking you to be my valentine.” he apologizes, his thumb absentmindedly rubbing your hand “ i was thinking i should’ve, but i didn’t want you to think it was weird since we’re already dating.” his thumb goes to run over your fingers “ i was worried me being too intense would scare you off.” he mumbles.

your eyebrows furrow, you lean towards him to make him look at you “ you wouldn’t scare me off, who told you that ?”

“kaminari. he said ‘coming on too strong scares away the babes.’ ” shoto quotes

you sigh. of course it was that bigmouth portable charger filling his head with this stuff.

you pull your hand out of his grasp and he looks up to protest but you grab his face in your hands before he can say anything, you can practically see him start melting at the contact as he blinks at you slowly, he reminds you of a cat.

“sho” you purr, rubbing his cheeks “ rule number one is never ever listening to kaminari’s dating advice. most of the time it is very wrong.” you explain.

shoto presses his mouth to the palm of your hand “yeah, i’m starting to regret that now.” he speaks into it, you snort. he leans in closer to press a sweet kiss to your lips and you reciprocate, pressing a few more kisses on his lips for good measure “ i’m really sorry for not asking you.” he says in between pecks. you hum in response to him placing even more kisses all around your face. “s’okay. i’m also kinda sorry for putting you up for sale.” you say, running your fingers through his hair while he places kisses on your shoulder.

he lifts his head up to look at you then, an eyebrow raised with an amused expression on his face “kinda sorry ?” he asks.

you nod “mhm. kinda sorry.”

he chuckles to himself, then gets up so he can climb into bed next to you. when he’s positioned how he likes it, with his head in your lap while you comb through his hair with your fingers, he sighs peacefully “well, it wasn’t all bad. i’m glad you think i’m a good cook.”

“what about the crusty feet ?”

“i’m choosing to ignore that part.” shoto smirks lightly to himself when he hears you laugh at his joke, clearly proud of himself for it. “and i will buy you anything you want, to make it up to you.”

“i don’t need you to buy me anything, sho” you roll your eyes with a lovesick smile “ all you gotta do is ask.”

he blinks up at you, looks off the the side as if he’s deep in thought, and suddenly gets off your lap to sit right in front of you. you never think you’ll get over how pretty your boyfriend is and being reminded of it with how close he is to you makes you flustered. he leans in to kiss you passionately and you don’t know if it’s the love he pours into it or the lack of air that has you so dizzy, you don’t dwell on it.

when he pulls away he’s looking at you like you hung up the stars in the sky and he simply, almost shyly smiles at you and asks.

“ will you be my valentine ?”

bakugou katsuki ♥︎

you did not expect katsuki to come barging into your dorm room five minutes after you’d posted your tiktok. the loud sound of someone banging on your door and proceeding to let themselves in seconds later causes you to let out a squeak.

in comes katsuki, phone tightly clutched in his hand and the moment his eyes zeroed on you he’s like a bull charging at a red flag. he stands right in front of you, angry frown on display before he shoves his phone in your face.

“explain this. now.” he growls, you have to hold back a laugh, keeping your face as calm as possible you look between him, his screen then back at your phone.

“what’s confusing about it ? i thought i was being pretty straight forward.”

his eye twitches. “why the hell did you put me up for sale ?! and for three dollars and fifty fuckin’ cents ?!” he exclaims, you can’t help the snort that bursts out of you, though katsuki doesn’t look as amused as you are.

“explain.” he deadpans.

“i think you can figure it out.” you shrug back.

he mutters insults to himself that you can’t catch “well obviously fuckin’ not, cus I wouldn’t be askin’ you if i did.” you simply shrug and look back at your phone. “i wrote it in the caption.”

it takes him a second to process then he’s tapping his password and opening the clock app at super sonic speed. his eyebrows furrow and you see him tapping away at his phone. his eyes widen when he reads your caption and he looks down at you with a mix of desperation and disbelief.

“you’re mad cus I didn’t ask you to be my valentine ?” your bratty huff and turn to the side as you shrug again is all the answer he needs. he looks at you for about 5 seconds longer then sighs.

he sits down on your bed and keeps staring. katsuki bakugou hates a lot of things and one of those things is you ignoring him. a warm hand on your ankle startles you and you can’t even ask him what he’s doing before your being yanked towards him. you squeal, almost missing the smirk on his face or the huff of laughter at your reaction. almost though, so you glare at him. katsuki looms over you until your noses almost touch, then you turn away with a huff. he chuckles, pressing his lips to your neck.

“ yer such a baby, y’know that ?” he mumbles, smirking against you neck. you huff but make no effort to shrug him off “ no i’m not, jerk. is it so wrong for me to want my boyfriend to ask me to be his valentine’s ?” you grumble, trying to ignore the feel of his warm lips against your skin, it’s not working so well for you.

“s’not what i’m sayin, sweets” he nips at your earlobe “‘m sayin’ ya coulda just told me ‘stead of bein’ a baby about it.” you can’t tell if this is his way of trying to apologize. either way, you don’t want to give in just yet.

“i’m not supposed to tell you to ask me to be your valentine’s katsuki, that’s not the point~ !” you huff petulantly. you feel a but childish but, c’mon ! it’s a given to have your boyfriend as your valentine and it wouldn’t hurt your demon spawn of a boyfriend to be a little but romantic once in a while.

he playfully rolls his eyes at you “see, what’d i tell you? big baby.” leaning forward he nips at your nose making you groan and trying to push him away with your palm. katsuki being the powerhouse that he is, doesn’t budge. “ i didn’t think to ask ya cus you’re already mine. so why should i need to ask something that’s a given ?”

your heart beats faster at his words and katsuki takes his chance when he feels you loosing up more and more. suddenly he’s got your wrists in his grip, holding them above you and looking down at you with that sickeningly handsome smirk. you’re almost there, he can practically feel it.

“i—i’m..still mad at you” you stutter out weakly, your defenses are down.

“yeah ?” he taunts.

“yeah. apologize.”

he scoffs, rolling his eyes lightheartedly “why should i apologize ? you said my fuckin’ feet stink.”

“ ah, ah, ah.” you tut “don’t put words in my mouth, i said your feet were crusty.”

“yeah, thanks babe. that makes it so much better.” he sasses, you laugh “and i complimented you ! i said you were an amazing cook !”

“yeah but that ain’t a compliment, ‘ts a fact.” he says matter of factly, you’re eyes threaten to get stuck at the back of your skull with how hard you roll them and he snickers.

he dives in and steals a kiss, and then another one when you don’t stop him. when he pulls away to catch his breath, ready to steal another kiss you stop him by placing your hand on his chest. he looks down at you questioningly and you give him a raised brow in response. he groans.

“fine. m’sorry” he concedes quietly

“foooorrr ?” you urge.

he narrows his eyes at you as if saying “don’t push it” but swallows his words down “ for not askin’ you to be my valentine’s or whatever the fuck” he shoves his now hot face into your neck and mumbles “now quit bein’ all pissed at me.”

you’re happy enough with that, so you wrap your arms around his neck, one of your hands creeping up his nape and into his hair. he sighs contentedly, clearly enjoying the attention you’re giving him.

“thank you. i’m also sorry for saying you have crusty feet.” hearing him scoff at the accusation makes you giggle “and for putting you up for sale.” he hums, happy with your apology.

“..kinda.”

“oi.” he warns. you giggle in response continuing your ministrations in his hair.

“you still haven’t asked me so..” you trail off. he lifts his head up to look at you with a blond eyebrow raised.

“ does this valentine shit really matter that much to you ?” he asks.

you respond immediately “yes.” nodding aggressively to make your point.

he sighs, shaking his head. he looks at you, then looks off to the side in embarrassment, he can be so cute when he wants to be. steeling his nerves he looks you straight in the eyes. fearless with fierce red cheeks and all.

“b-be my valentine, idiot..”

I think you write for shoto but if not you could also do this w Bakugo

How do you think they would treat reader after a surgery? Say they tore their ACL or a tendon and they have to have a surgery on it. How would they react finding out and helping you after the operation

Tysm!!

hi ! i do write for shoto, so this is for you ! i'm still not sure if i write him correctly and he might be a lil ooc, but i hope you enjoy !

i think he'd be stressed out if he found out you were getting surgery but in his own way.

like he doesn't look like he's about to break down, but he's spacey and lost and he forgets what he's doing randomly

he wants to text you really badly, but he knows since you're in surgery he can't, but he does text you before you go in

"good luck, i'm sure everything will be okay :)"

(he was debating adding that awkward lil smiley face cus he wasn't sure if it was the right thing to say lolol)

afterwards he's super relieved to see you okay and he really wants to touch you but he's scared he'll hurt you lmfaoo

he refuses to even touch your upper body too

"shoto it's just my tendon you can still touch me i'm fine" "i know my love..but i'd rather not risk it"

he doesn't touch you much early after your surgery,most he’ll do is hold your hand, but he's also constantly hovering around reeeeaaally close to see if you need anything

you make a miniscule noise and he's like :

"are you alright ?" "does it hurt ?" "do you need some water ?"

after he gets comfortable again, he genuinely has no issue carrying you around bridal style to get you anywhere bro does NOT gaf LMFAOO

"sho you can put me down i'm okay !!" "it's best to stay safe."

of course he does it for your well being....buuuuttt, maybe he just wants to hold you and see you all flustered about it..just a liiiil bit

(shithead todo is my favorite hc m'sorry)

his ass damn near starts doing everything for you

he wants to do your homework, wants to help you walk, even wants to help you eat atp

"here yn, i blew on it too, so it's good for you." "shoto..."

it might seem like he's babying you a bit, and if you tell him he is he'll apologize n slow his roll a lil bit, but all he really wants is to take care of you :((

won't you let him ? <3

dk why but im thinkin about shoto w a sweet tooth who follows you and hangs around the kitchen waiting for the cookies you made to finish baking while staring at the oven like a kid, soooooo.. (shoto might be a bit ooc, slight super small pinch of angst but super fluffy as usual ! gn reader, mentions of food, lemme know if i missed sum else ! <3)

"sho.." shoto hums in response, eyes fixed on the oven.

"the cookies aren't gonna bake faster if you stare at 'em."

you hold back a giggle when he slowly turns to look up at you from where he's crouched down on the floor. his eyes that were practically pasted to the oven widening the slightest bit like he'd been caught doing something bad. he blinks at you, then swiftly looks away.

"i'm just checking to make sure they don't burn." he explains. you don't know if you've seen him blink more than four times the entire time you've been staring at him staring at the chocolate chip marshmallow cookies you made together. (together meaning with him watching you most of the time and occasionally mixing. as much as you love your boyfriend, he should absolutely not be trusted around food.)

"that's what we have the timer for." you quip, leaning against the kitchen cupboard and crossing your arm with a smirk.

he looks up at you, then fixes the kitchen timer sitting on the stove with a little frown that you recognize as a pout, you huff out a light laugh at his cute expression. from his miniscule facial expressions you can see he's a little embarrassed at the fact you'd outsmarted him. he turns to look at the cookies again.

"i can see when they're done baking better from here. faster than the timer can."

"oh yeah ?"

he nods "very clearly."

you snort. after looking at him for a while longer you sigh to get his attention. it works immediately and he looks up at you, eyes occasionaly trailing back to the oven towards the cookies as he waits to hear what you want.

you wordlessly spread your arms out, batting your eyelashes at him. he blinks, then a small smile grows on his handsome face in realization. he slowly walks over to you before pulling you into a comfortable hug, he huffs out a chuckle when you squeeze his waist.

shoto buries his head into your shoulder, right into the crook of your neck, and breathes you in. he’s had a habit of doing that often—if not every time you hug—and you don’t really know why he does, but you definitely don’t mind.

"you could've just told me that you wanted to try the cookies first." you tease, giggling when he huffs against your shoulder. he turns his head to speak against your neck.

"that wasn't my intention." he mumbles weakly, nosing at your neck when you scoff out a laugh.

"right. that's why you were practically glued to the oven mere seconds ago."

"i did no such thing."

"don't lie !" you reprimand, tugging at his hair lightly in joking punishment "you're not getting any cookies if you do." you hear him huff and feel a slight smirk growing against you.

"i..may have been surveying them rather closely—"

"very closely."

"—but it was simply to check." he finishes, ignoring your comment. shoto noses at your shoulder and sighs "i felt like even though you wanted to make the cookies together, i was barely able to help you with anything.." he trails off. your eyebrows furrow, and you try pull shoto out of the nest he's made for himself inside your shoulder, but shoto could be extremely stubborn when he wanted to be. his arms tighten around your waist and he his hair tickles against your cheek when he tries to shove his head inside your shoulder somehow.

you sigh, giving up your attempts to get him to look at you and simply settle on running your fingers through his hair, soothing him as he sighs contently. "sho, you helped me out lots. you always took over for me when i didn't feel like mixing anymore and helped me out with those big strong arms of yours." you feel him smile against you and your smile grows mirroring his.

" but i really wanted to help you out more, i know i'm not really good at this.." he mutters sadly, a frown grows on his face and you feel the corners of your mouth turn down as well.

"but you're real good at a lot of other things ! i'm not great at everything either." you reason, absentmindeldly twirling a strand of his hair around your finger "but i could teach you some tips and tricks, if you want."

he looks up at you at that, the smile growing on his face makes your heart race. "really ? i might be a little hard to manage." he jests, running his hands up and down your sides. his eyes brighten the more he looks at you and you're 100% sure you mirror his expression when you throw him a smug smirk.

"don't you underestimate me, mr todoroki ! you're nothing compared to what i've dealt with before."

"oh ?" he hums, lifting a brow. you nod and his smiles grows " and what, if i may ask, have you dealt with before ?" he challenges.

"that is classified information that i cannot disclose. you're just gonna have to trust me." you shoot back and press your finger to his lips, snickering when his eyes widen a fraction before he looks down at you playfully. he takes hold of your hand and presses a kiss to each of your fingertips, making fireworks go off inside your stomach.

"well then," he presses a final lingering kiss to the back of your hand with a run of his thumb against your skin. his eyes glow with mischief when he looks at you.

"i'm in your care."

shouto’s masterlist ♡ !

lil blurbs ! ( i'm just talkin'):

staring

baking cookies with shoto

shoto after you get surgery

his seat (or the one where shoto likes his seat next to you the best)

spacey

hair washing

lil fics ! ( i ramble a little longer) :

boyfriend for sale ! (or the one where your boyfriend forgets to ask you to be his valentine) feat. katsuki bakugou !

he does too (or the one where you wonder how todoroki shoto is doing)

to the moon and back (or the one in which shoto finds out space smells like seared stake and footprints on the moon last forever)

looking at the rain to keep from crying (or sitting on the bus with your ex boyfriend)

weirdo ! (or the one where touya deals with his little brother's bully)

weirdos ! (or the one where you deal with your best friend's bully)

longer fics / series ! ( get comfy 'cuz this one's a multi-parter !) :

to keep from crying 1 2 : sitting in the bus with your fifteen minute now ex boyfriend was not something you expected to happen when you’d gotten ready for your date this morning.

the more the merrier : you're finally on break from work and plan to spend it lazing around at home, there isn't that much to do in your small beach town anyway. however, your plans are disrupted when you find a mysterious mute man washed up on the shore during a beachside walk. well, who said you had to spend your vacation alone? especially since he seems strangely familiar with you.. see storybook event masterlist !

weirdo ! weirdo's ! married for real ! the best big brother ! shouto's a little weird, but that's okay, because you are too.

you wonder how todoroki shoto is doing.

you remember him being the boy that sat a row away from you in class. he always kept to himself, never raising his hand to answer questions but always able to answer when he was called on. also, he was endeavor's son.

even if most of the parents at your private school where big shot's, apparently endeavor was in a league of his own. and so was his son, apparently.

nobody even dared talking to the todoroki son, and neither did you, but you liked looking at him. he's always so meticulous and calm as opposed to your rowdier louder classmate's. despite his quieter presence he always seemed to stand out to you. his bag is big enough to carry everything he needs without having to shove anything inside or leaving it half opened. he wipes his mouth with a tissue after he's done eating his lunch alone and his handwriting is pretty. his lashes are long and he's pretty.

you remember being partnered up with him for a class project once. he'd immediately cut to the chase and split the work for the both of you, clearly not humoring your attempts of starting conversation.

slowly though, you start getting him to stay behind to talk to you a little longer after the bell rings until he invites you to get your work done in the library, just to get your work done. until you ask him about his favorite colour and he doesn't know, so he asks you yours. and then you ask him about his favorite ice cream flavour, he says he doesn't have sweets a lot and he asks you yours. and you keep talking and he keeps listening and asking. you ask him if it doesn't bother him that you're talking so much but he says he doesn't mind.

you liked spending time at the library talking with shoto and you think he enjoyed listening to you. you liked riding your bike home with him while he walked next you, before he agreed to ride on it with you sometimes, but one time you both fell off and you hurt your knee, and he promised to never get on again if it meant you getting hurt while carrying you on his back. you remember him smelling really nice and you tightening your arms around his neck and nuzzling into him, and his grip on you tightening as well.

you liked holding his left hand when it got cold out even though he didn't like it much, but he'd do it for you. you liked it when you got to switch seats and sit next to him and you think he liked sitting next to you. you didn't see shouto smile often, but he did when he was with you and you liked that. and you think he liked that too.

you think so at least. you hope so, because when break was over he was gone.

you'd heard he got pulled out of school, some other people just said he'd switched, to go to a better cooler private school. you hated it when people said that because the shoto you knew wasn't like that. he knew people talked about him and he hated being associated with his father. he likes the caramel you sneak in for him at school and you like the way his eyes light up when he guesses the flavour of fruit candies you make him taste. the shoto you know that ties your shoes for you and shares his umbrella with you, the one who half heartedly stomps into wet puddles with you, the one with the pretty lashes and pretty smile and pretty handwriting isn't like that.

and you wished you could've asked him where he went, and why he went and took his warmth for snowy winter days with him, but you couldn't because he didn't have a phone and neither did you. you weren't old enough for one yet and you'd told him that as soon as you'd turn thirteen he'd be the first contact in your phone and he'd smiled.

you couldn't do that anymore. and you wonder how he's doing four years later.

you don't very much, but you think about him sometimes when his soft hair and pretty eyes cross your mind. he never cared for his looks much even after being voted the most handsome boy by the girls in class.

"i didn't know people thought i was..handsome." he ponders, scratching at the corner of his paper with his pencil. you kick your legs in the air where you're sitting next to him, you pout.

"why not ?"

"because..my scar.." he trails off, he keeps erasing at a spot he'd already wiped the pencil lead off of. you lean in so you get into his field of vision and he leans back a bit with widened eyes before leaning in towards you again, you're forwardness always took him by surprise.

"nuh-uhn, the others say it makes you look even more handsome !" you reassure and he blinks.

"do you think i'm handsome ?" he asks, tilting his head cutely. you splutter and feel your face heat up.

"e-everyone does.."

"do you ?" he leans closer.

you gulp, gripping your chair you turn your head away from his to the side and nod. you get the courage to peek up at him and you're surprised to see a smile pulling at his lips and a light tint of pink on his face.

"that's good." is all he says, but you feel so much warmth swarming through you, and you think he does, too.

so you wonder where he is and you wonder how he's doing. you wonder if he has any new friends or if his most handsome boy award got him a girlfriend. you wonder if he truly felt the same way you did way back then and if he liked holding your hand just as much is you did his because it was warm but also because it was his. and you wonder if he thinks about you.

except you don't have to wonder anymore. because on your first day at your new school, he walks into class. his eyes widen when he locks eyes with you and you recognize him, and you think he does too.

anon also made me aware of the page who exposed them !! Of course do not go send any hate to their page, don’t try and shit on the loser by becoming a loser, just report (unfortunately i forgot to do so) and block !!

take care ml’s n stay safe !!💗💗

PLAGIARIST ALERT: FANDOMS GALORE

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On 6/21/2023, it was brought to my attention that @fandoms-forever-united and @fandomsgalore-backup took my Bakugou nightmare stories and used them in a YouTube video without permission. I kindly messaged them and asked them to remove the video.

I was willing to give them the benefit of the doubt because they did credit me (wayyyyyyy down at the bottom of the YouTube description with several blank spaces but ya know…). BUT CREDIT DOES NOT EQUAL PERMISSION.

They said they would. They did not. They privated it. When I called them out on this and asked them to please delete the video, they ignored me and PUT IT BACK UP. So I put in a request to YouTube to copyright strike it, and let them know I would be going through ALL their videos and alerting all the writers who worked they used without permission which was A LOT.

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Unfortunately, tumblr saw how many messages I was sending and locked down my inbox and askbox. I have since put in a support ticket but this blog is still mostly on lockdown and I cannot get to those messages nor can the folks who I messaged see them.

While I was doing this, Fandoms Galore was making videos whining about how they're somehow a victim in all this and that they are making back up accounts in case they lose their channel/blog.

Their comments are full of sympathizers who don’t believe they did anything wrong and think that I am going after a small creator who is just enjoying my work. This is not a witch hunt; this is Fandoms Galore paying the price of a lesson that could have been resolved by deleting the videos of work that WAS NOT THEIRS AND THEY DID NOT HAVE PERMISSION TO USE.

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Update on the whole "this channel might get taken down thing"

Update on the whole "this channel might get taken down thing"

But this is not the first time they have done this and it was not "a couple of years ago" either. They plagiarized work as early as this January that we could find. My work that was used in a video was 7 months ago. I didn’t even get to my own video before tumblr locked my blog down so several videos were made using work WITHOUT PERMISSION prior to 7 months ago.

I come baring receipts that they have had their account taken before on tumblr for PLAGIARISM. We have a repeat offender y'all. They are only going to keep making accounts and chasing clout off the backs of other writers.

They are still "in the process" of "deleting" videos. I believe Fandoms Galore is saving all these videos to be reposted on a new channel if any copyright strikes make it through in time. They have built a following off the backs of other people and are mad that they were found out. Don't let them keep taking our hard work and profiting off of it.

Some of the known people they have stolen from:

@kweenkatsuki, @vampyrsm, @citrus-simp (will update once my account is not longer locked down)

PLEASE CHECK THE YOUTUBE VIDEOS AND THE BLOG FOR YOUR WORK. AND BLOCK THE NEW BLOGS THEY MAKE SO THEY CANNOT USE YOUR WORK FOR THEIR OWN GAIN.

to the moon and back ♡

in which : shoto finds out that space smells like seared steak and that footsteps on the moon last forever.

this is based on an oc so reader knows a lot of space facts lololol, fem reader, space nerd reader, shoto likes listening, shoto is hopelessly in love with reader n vice versa, mushy feelings yucky, kissing, shotos a lil awkward but he tries, shoto n reader r third years might be a lil ooc, lemme know if u missed sum else ! <3 (p.s. might change the image)

"did you know that footsteps on the moon last forever ?"

shoto todoroki is laying outside on the grass stargazing with you after curfew. usually he wouldn’t imagine doing this in his free time, but you’d flashed him your cutest, almost mischievous ‘let’s go do something bad’ grin, and he couldn’t even think about refusing.

so now he’s laying here on the grass next to you.

“oh wow, really ?”

you hum in response “ because there’s no wind or water erosion on the moon,” you explain “ so if you were to walk on it, the footprints would probably be there for millions of years.”

he nods. he likes when you go off on tangents about little space facts you know because they could be quite interesting, but also because he gets to hear you speak and he likes that. he could listen to you talking about paint drying for hours on end, but he thinks it’s even more enjoyable when you talk about something you’re passionate about.

he wishes he could sound more interested, because he really is. he wishes his voice could project like kirishima’s or bakugou’s. that he could sound as excited and cheerful as midoriya sometimes. but you don’t seem to mind. shoto doesn’t want you to feel like you’re talking to a wall so he continues.

“i didn’t know that.” yikes. not his best line, but he’s trying.

“now you do.” you respond easily. you don’t sound annoyed or offended by his lack of response, content to do most of the talking between you two.

shoto finds he can’t keep conversations flowing very well, not like you do. and when he does try to even he knows how awkward it can come across. he doesn’t force himself with you because it’s polite or the right thing to do, shoto wants to hear more facts, he likes them. and he likes you.

so it’s a little broken and choppy, talking with him alone like this, but you don’t mind and you keep talking. and shoto delights in listening to you.

“and apparently, space smells like seared steak.”

that has him raising a brow, he turns his head to you and you look back. a smile creeps onto your face and shoto could look at you like this for hours. it’s like you’re glowing, the stars could try as hard as they could, but they could never compare to you and the bright shine in your eyes.

“really ?”

“yeah.”

“how ?”

you beam, shoto knowing you’re about to go on one of your nerdy tangents, as you call them, feels himself smile back softly.

“i don’t really know,” you start “ but astronauts have reported that, apparently, space has a very distinct smell.”

“and that smell is the smell of seared steak ?” shoto asks skeptically.

“yup ! or hot metal, but i like the steak better.” you giggle. shoto smiles at you. he hopes you keep talking the whole night, even if, realistically, you’d have to leave soon if you wanted to be spared of mr aizawa’s lecture. but he’s not worried about getting in trouble right now. he’s not worried about much when he’s with you.

shoto has trouble keeping conversations flowing, but when he’s invested things come out more naturally for him. he couldn’t be more grateful when a thought pops into his mind “you sure know a lot about space.”

“s’cus i wanted to be an astronaut when i was a kid.” his eyes widen. “really ?”

“yeah, somewhere along the line i remember wanting to go to space."

“i thought you wanted to be a hero since you were a kid” he recalls you telling him that in passing one time. he never imagined being one for sentimental conversations but he seems to have a lot of thoughts when he’s with you. he doesn’t know why he does, but you manage to squeeze them out of him regardless.

“what’s wrong with having a side gig ?” you chuckle. shoto huffs out a light laugh at your joke, his eyes softening.

“what about you,” you turn onto your side to fully look at him. your eyes shine bright, they’re soft gazing at him, and shoto can’t help but want to kiss you. he does the same and lays on his side. “did you wanna be something other than a hero, shoto ?”

he likes it when you say his name, he likes hearing you. things always get a bit more personal when you talk to him like that, and he can’t help getting sucked into you like you’re a black hole (that he found out, thanks to you, aren’t really black).

he thinks about your question, staring off “i think i wanted to be a gardener..” he admits shyly, looking at you again. your face brightens like no star ever could and shoto really wants to kiss you.

“yeah ?”

“yeah, somewhere along the line.” he sighs, mimicking your words

“that’s so cute. very like you.” you chirp, he feels embarrassment creep up on him, cheeks darkening the slightest bit.

“is it ?” he mumbles. you laugh and it makes him feel a bit better.

"yeah, in a way." you beam. it makes millions of little stars spark and crackle in his stomach. like the one's in the sky and the one's in your eyes and todoroki really wants to kiss you.

" can i kiss you ?" he asks bluntly, he doesn't see the point in beating around the bush but his heart beats hard against his ribcage either way. you haven't been dating for that long, becoming official only now in your third year, but you've been friends for years now. and you know he's not one to be shy about what he wants. he knows you do when you smile harder at him with a flustered giggle, and he knows he loves you.

"sure you can." you whisper shyly. he doesn't waste any more time after that, and leans in, propping himself up on his shoulder. he likes to just look at you, placing his hand against your cheek and brushing at your skin with his index finger. his eyes peer into yours softly, while your gaze darts away from him in embarrassment.

"shoto.." you mumble. he hums.

"you're staring.." you snicker breathlessly. he hums again, not denying your words.

"i can't help it. you're mesmerizing, i can't look away even if i wanted to." you know he's not being romantic on purpose to possibly try to woo you, you've known him long enough to know that he truly means what he's saying. and that has your whole body burning like the sun.

"i didn't see myself as mesmerizing." you can just barely hear your voice above the wind. but he's so close to you he can, and you can too when he speaks "but you are."

you shake your head "think that's you, handsome." you reach a hand up to rub at his cheek, your thumb running over the bottom of his scar and his eyes close in content. handsome, he likes it when you call him that. he likes it when you call him anything as long as you do it like that. despite losing himself in the feeling of you, he manages to shake his head.

"you are." he insists and you can't argue with him further when he presses his lips to yours. urgently yet so, so softly.

it makes you dizzy, he makes you dizzy. you have to grip at the back of his shirt to support yourself. he follows you, allowing you all of him to make sure you’re comfortable as he leans you back to lay on your back to kiss you longer, deeper. he sighs against your mouth. he reaches for your hands and you give them to him. he's soft, so soft with you and on you, but his grip on your hands is firm and you realize you're not the only one getting dizzy.

"i love you." he breathes against your lips, he dives back in to place a sweet peck against them "so much." your grip on his shoulder tightens because he makes you so dizzy. he makes you feel like you're floating around in space "i love you too." you sigh shakily.

he kisses you again, it's slow and sweet and it's just like him. he pulls away with a small smile and you know you love shoto todoroki so much. it makes your heart pound and you don't know what to say. but he seems to.

"do you still want to go to space ?" he asks, chest heaving slightly.

you're shocked "..what ?"

"would you still want to go ?" he asks. you try to search around on his face to see if he was kidding, but you don't see a single sign of mischief or amusement on his features.

"i don't know if i'd have the time." you joke, a small smile breaks on his face.

"but if you did." he urges, you hum at the hypothetical, playing around with his hair while he sighs happily.

"well, if i did.." you think "then yeah i probably would. maybe leave my footprint on the moon while i'm at it." you snort.

"then i'll take you." shoto smiles. and after a beat passes you can't help but laugh incredulously.

"you're—" you interrupt yourself with a watery laugh "you're gonna take me to space ?" you ask. he grins, and you don't see it much so it makes your heart stutter and your laughter gets caught in your throat.

"mhm." he answers, eyes brighter than the stars above you "i'll take you, and then you can leave your footprint on the moon."

shoto knows he can't actually take you. realistically, it'd be impossible. but he finds he doesn't care much about realistically's when he's with you.

you know it's probably impossible for him to actually take you to space, but you'll believe in theories and you'll believe in him when he looks at you like you'd hung up the moon and the stars in the sky.

"we'll leave our footprints on the moon." you correct. your boyfriend laughs softly to himself and he nods.

"alright."

"and then we'll go back in a million years to see if they're still there, deal ?"

"alright." he laughs again at your silly arrangement, and he leans down when you pull him in closer to you "deal." and you get a last giggle in before he presses his lips to yours again.

shoto has no doubt that even in a million years, the mark you've left on his heart will never dissapear.

bleeehh i never know how to end fics !! :P

edit cus tumblr tweaked out n posted the unfinished draft smh.

sitting in the bus with your fifteen minute now ex boyfriend was not something you expected to happen when you’d gotten ready for your date this morning.

you’re sitting as far away from his as possible, or at least as far as he’ll let you go. because of course shouto todoroki just couldn’t let you have one moment without flashing you his sweet little puppy eyes and kissable little pouted lips, three seats away from you.

your face is practically smushed against the window, intently keeping your eyes fixed on the green grass turning dark with rain while you try to keep your eyes dry. you wonder if it’s your fault, if you did something.

more people start coming in, trying to find shelter from the rain. the more people come in the louder it gets, they’re so loud, he’s so loud. he isn’t doing anything but staring at you, but it’s so intense it almost sounds loud. you feel it in the beat of your ears and the beat of your heart, you focus on the rain droplets bouncing off the pavement outside to desperately keep from crying.

you know shouto doesn’t have to take the bus, his dad could probably get someone to pick him up, he’d only made it a habit of taking the bus with you so you could spend more time together. you think maybe he shouldn’t have, it’s his fault, he spent more time with you then he should’ve and somehow that brought him to sit you down on a random park bench, grip on your hand still firm as he told you he thinks it’d be better if you didn’t see each other anymore.

as if you could just stop seeing him, fucking idiot. you’re in the same class, have the same friends, you see him in your favorite manga and the website you read your early leaks on that you shared with him, you see him in your notes because he’d write them down for you when you were sick to bring them to your dorm, you see him in your favorite snacks because you make it a habit of having him guess the flavor of the skittles you’re sharing.

seriously, what a moron. who does he think he is, the love of your life ?!

well, you sure thought he was.

you can’t bear it anymore, this feels like actual torture and you could honestly give less of a shit about how dramatic you sounded. this is unbearable, it’s suffocating feeling those deep colored eyes constantly on you, reaching out and begging and pleading for something you cannot and will not give more of to him.

this isn’t your stop, but it’s close. you can walk the rest of the way. screw the rain and screw him.

you quietly apologize to the people you’re pushing past, though they can barely hear you as you try to keep your wobbly voice even. when you pass by a group of people the start hissing and murmuring behind you and you think you weren’t being loud enough until you realize that of course he’d followed you off as soon as you got off. ever uncaring of the people around him except you know that’s not true. you know shouto cares, he’s kind, but you thought he cared about you and he apparently didn’t, so you trudge forwards with teeth clenched and hands tightened into fists. to desperately keep from crying.

why does he care so much, why did he follow you in the bus and now out of it ? couldn’t he just let you be alone ?? he’s the one who broke it off.

but you’re sure you’re the one who did something, how could he have ? your shouto’s perfect, the sweetest boy in the whole word. teeth clenched tighter and tighter, to keep from crying.

he calls for you, and then again louder over the rain, he won’t let you drown him out. of course he won’t. not when he calls for you again, a cool hand wrapping around your wrist this time. you want to melt despite the chill, but instead you boil ripping your hand out of his grip.

“just go home ! why’d you follow me out here ?!” his eyes are wide and so sad, you’d never raised your voice at him before even during your rare arguments.

“this isn’t your stop..” he tries to reason, voice quietly drifting through the air, the rain hits the pavement and his hair is getting wetter. he’s so handsome, he always is. you want to kiss him and you hate yourself for it.

“yeah, i noticed that too. did that on purpose if you couldn’t tell, which you obviously didn’t.” you’re being mean, you’re spitting everything at him to get him to just fuck off. but of course he won’t, because your shouto is kind. and he reaches out for you again only for you to back away from him.

“i’m sorry.”

“just leave me alone ! why can’t you just leave me alone ?!” you ask him and yourself and anyone who’s listening. you sob when he slowly, ever so softly wraps his arms around you and you push at him and push and push and push him away but he never backs off, he never leaves you alone. not when he’s everywhere. with the smell of his cologne and the softness of his lips on your forehead and the softness of his clothes as he pleads, he’s so sorry he says. but you don’t know why. he’s the one who broke it off right ?

“is it me ?” you whimper, he immediately shushes you but you continue “was it something i did ?”

“no, no it’s not you—it could never be you, love.” his voice is even, or it’s trying to be, you can tell he’s having a hard time with how tightly he’s holding onto you. like you won’t hear him out if he doesn’t keep you close, it’s funny because you’d hear him out even if he was trying to convince you the earth was shaped like a rectangle, hilarious even.

your heart bleeds for him, despite it being his fault your heart is hurting in the first place.

"it's just…better that way" is what he'd managed to spit out. "but listen—look at me." he grabs your cheeks, pulling your face up to look into his unwavering pretty bicolored eyes. he presses the sweetest, gentlest kiss to your lips, you don't think anyone would love you enough to kiss you like this ever again, and the tears keep flowing because you don't think you'd want to be loved like this by anyone other than him. and it makes you press back against him when he kisses you again, and again

" i love you, i do. and it's not you." he reaffirms again, because he knows you're thinking about it

"it isn't you. i love you, angel." he babbles over and over against your lips. "you know i love you, yeah ?" and you want to say you don't, but the shine in his wet eyes tells you everything you already knew, and you kiss him again, and again. his hands, cooling and so invitingly warm still firm against your cheeks.

𓏲 ࣪₊♡ what i think katsuki n’ shouto would listen to !♡𓏲 ࣪₊

a/n : so I had this ready..but Tumblr fuckin ate the og ask..so anon if ur still sticking around (this was sent to me before I want on my break :(() ily !! and I hope you enjoy ! and all of y'all too off ! 3K WE UP !!

katsuki ♡

for some reason, i cannot get the image of katsuki listening to nobody by skindred out of my head LMFAOOO

(maybe bc ive been listening to it non stop)

so anyways i think you can tell that i'm feeling very metal for him,, nu metal, heavy metal, groove metal he's all for it ! i don't see him being particularly picky about it.

i think he'd listen to deftones, slipknot, skindred and korn ! i think he also has other similar bands in his playlist but i see these as most of his mains !

katsuki's a renowned little shit, so he'll share his earbuds with you, have you thinking he's on some cute shit only for him to hide his phone screen from you to jumpscare with a hyper loud song so he can snicker about it like a mountain troll💀

so yeah he's extremely irritating. of course if ur into it yall jam out together !!

buuuut on the other hand he definitely is a rap/hip hop and r&b typa guy !

i can definitely see him listening to some mf doom, tupac and DEFINITELY kendrick lamar oh em gee

pls don't get me started on r&b,,,i know he'd love him some brent faiyaz..teehehehe <3

i feel like he'd really like frank ocean and tyler the creator ! i feel like he wouldn't be a hyper fan, but he has a lot of songs in his playlist !

don't ask me why yall,,,but tell me why i see him listening to fugees and erykah badu...dreamy sigh

so yeah he'll jumpscare the shit outta you with his loud music, but most of the time when he's not being a nuisance he'll happily share his earbud with you and put on some sappy soul song to subtly tell you he love you cus hes shy lolol

a lot of the songs he listens to he relates to so,, if he plays the intro of all mine by brent faiyaz.. KNOW ITS ABOUT YOUUU!!!

shouto♡

now shouto's a lil trickier for me..i feel like he likes to experiment w new music genres sometimes, but he has his lil favourites yaknow??

i like thinking he'd listen to steve lacy and frank ocean ! he has a few select songs that he likes the most ! he gives me infrunami n' mercury typa vibes

it feels the best for me to say he'd listen to indie rock/pop (sorry if these aren't the right terms yall it's googles fault if they aint😭)

i feel like he fucks w the smiths HEAVY. i also see him listening to the cure ! he also gives me smells like teen spirit by nirvana !

like i said i feel like he likes to experiment cus lemme be honest i feel he's messy😭 like his playlist is a clusterfuck

there is no sad playlist or casual playlist like everything is in one playlist LMFAOOO

but no yeah he doesn't care much, which is why i think if you put him on the good shit you might see some pink pantheress n some laufey in there LMFAOO

if you recommend a song to him it's probably in there before you can blink lololol

shouto also starts copying your playlist after a while lolol soon you'll start thinking you have your phone when you scroll thru his playlist but nah💀

i also see him listening to mitski..need i say more ?

this was such a cute ask and it was rlly fun to do !! if you guys have any questions like these PLEAASSEEE feel free to ask me !!! tysm for the ask anon n' m'sorry it took me so long to respond ! i'm gettin' to all your asks one at a time, so please be patient with me <3 !!!

a/n : WAAAHHH another event organised by @queenpiranhadon THE QUEEN HERSELF !! this sm fun, hope yall enjoy !! lovely banner was also made by @queenpiranhadon IS THERE ANYTHING SHE CANT DO OMG.

modern au, fem reader, merman shoto, maybe ooc shoto but ehh were havin fun, shoto is very touchy, mute shoto for plot, shoto iq too handsome for his own good, shotos a prince, shoto is very inlove w reader but its all inoccent, shoto n reader are both in their 20's, reader has a dog ! fluffy fluff fluff, sorta cliffhanger, theres a lot of stuff not mentioned bc i like romance and nothing else, little hints of soulmates, falling in love quickly the events don't play out exactly like the fairytale but it's inspired !

walking on the beach is supposed to be relaxing. and usually, it is. there’s nothing you enjoy more than the sounds of the waves crashing and the wind howling in your ears. inhaling the sea air as max digs into the sand, barking out happily at every new big stick he’d found.

except this time, it’s not a big stick. but a big..person.

a human. person. unconscious you hope, you pray, sprawled out in the sand with clothes absolutely torn to shreds.

so yeah, not very relaxing.

it's been a few minutes since your dog had barked for your attention a little further down the beach. you'd happily giggled at first, thinking your dog might've an extra long stick for you to throw him only for you to see what looked like hair from your field of vision. and then an arm, a leg and now here you were.

anyone's first instinct should be to call an ambulance, of course he could be injured ! so with a start, you grab max by his collar to prevent him from licking off the handsome--you feel a little bad for gazing at him while he's unconscious/dead but you have to be honest--stranger's face off, and pull out your phone to call emergencies.

you look back down to check on him one last time only for him to be wide awake.

"oh, shit !" you squeal with a start, landing right on your ass from your crouched position over him. the man is unmoving at first, but gets up with a light groan. you want to help him, you really do, but you feel like someone's glued your butt to the floor.

this man you thought was dead seconds ago, about to call the ambulance for, has awoken. looking around aimlessly before his eyes land on you. he looks almost..entranced by you.

yet all you can think about is how gorgeous he is. a part of you still feels bad about it.

then he's a hair away from you and you can't breathe. you squeak embarrassingly loud, shooting up to your knees.

"um !" you gasp "hello..?" you back up a bit but he pays it no further mind continuing to blink at you. "are you okay? um--do you need medical assistance ?" from what you can see he doesn't look injured, so you're relieved, but you still want verbal confirmation.

except all he does is open his mouth a couple times before immediately closing it again. you blink at him and he blinks back at you.

"do-are you..okay ?" you ask tentatively, the man is unresponsive and you're seriously getting freaked out. "i- it's okay, we'll get you some help, lemme just.." you readjust to finally move and call emergencies, but something stops you.

a very cold hand is wrapped around your arm. you squeal at the chill, dropping onto your ass in front of the man. again. you don't want this to become a recurring thing at all.

finally the man gives you a response..sort of. he graces you with a shake of his head. his hair flows around softly and some water droplets fly off at the movement. he doesn't want you getting him help ?

"no ?" your eyebrows furrow "you..don't want help ?" he shakes his head again. you can tell he's trying to convey something but he can't seem to get it out. you wonder why he won't speak, and then you realise: he must be mute.

and now it's starting to make a bit more sense. you still wonder why he doesn't want paramedics involved. and you're mind races again, maybe he's a criminal on the run ?!

you blink, being brought back to reality by the handsome man who's sopping wet, freezing cold yet it barely seems to faze him with his grip still on his wrist. freezing to the touch yet you barely feel it with his eyes on you like this. he points to himself, then raises his thumb up. you're so lost in his eyes it takes you a moment to realise what he's saying.

i'm okay.

somehow, the man ended up staying at your house.

you know nothing about him, not his name, his age, though he looks about your age. you don't know where he's from or why he was in the state he was in but somehow he's ended up coming into your home.

you let him look around your house to his hearts content. this man is the epitome of strange, he seemed curious of everything in your house, even the dry clothes and the shower you offered him.

after explaining to him how your shower works, and he'd changed into fresh new clothes, the biggest tracksuit you could find, you find yourself currently looking at him watching tv, seemingly entranced. you've got half a mind to warn him about sitting too close to the tv since he's sitting right in front of it on the floor, but you decide against it

you know nothing about him, but he seems not to know anything..at all.

you don't know sign language, you have no idea how to communicate with him, you wrack your brain, scratching at your head with a huff. the sound seems to alarm him and he turns to you with a cute tilt of his head, you can somehow guess he's trying to ask you what's wrong, his eyes seem to be clouded with worry. you feel your skin heat up.

"i'm alright, thanks." he seems to understand. he nods, it seems his attentions gone from the tv to you as he keeps inspecting you. his sudden rising from the floor causes you to jump a little, eyes wide as he sits down next to you and softly bounces on the couch. he seems surprised by the softness of it as he bounces a couple more times and that does manage to get a giggle out of you.

he looks up at the sound and his eyes are fixed to yours again "nice huh ? i bought that when i first moved here." he nods, focused. it gives you the confidence to continue even though his intense gaze makes you a little anxious. "i slept on this for a while before i was able to actually buy myself a bed." you giggle, suddenly overcome with nostalgia. you'd moved to your small town about a year and a half ago, you were still young, freshly graduated when you decided to leave it all behind. your big bustling town, you're family and everything that you knew. you thought it was time for a new start, as big as your hometown was it felt extremely suffocating. you needed something new.

the first few months were a struggle, something to get used to. but you'd managed. you'd found a yourself a nice job with a nice pay. some nice neighbours and nice coworkers and the sweetest little (?)english sheepdog. said dog had gotten quickly attached to your unexpected guest, excitedly jumping all over and licking him. your guest though startled at first didn't seem to mind. even placing his hand on top of max's head as if to pet him and being surprised by the softness of his fur. he seemed to like soft things.

you shake your head, deciding to focus on your guest. who's eyes have not left yours. you don't know if you can get used to that. "so um..where are you from ?" he perks up at your question. grabbing your wrist so he could softly pull you over your window to point outside where you'd found him. his skin is considerably warmer now that he's not drenched, it makes your cheeks tingle how easily he grabs at you.

"uh, no that's not what i meant," you chuckle nervously, but he's adamant. shaking his head and pointing outside again. towards the sea. the sea ?

"the sea ?" you ask incredulously "you came from..the sea ?" he nods, almost excited that you'd figured it out..the sea ?

okay, there could be a rational explanation for that..maybe his boat got lost at sea..sure it was plausible, but that's never happened in your quiet little town. everything about this man was unusual.

at your doubt, the man's eyes widen just a bit. and it looks like he gets an idea because he starts pulling you over to your bathroom. you're trying to reason with him and get him to slow down, but he seems intent and set on getting to your bathroom.

"hey, what're you--ah !" you cover your eyes quickly when you notice him taking off his clothes, heart speeding up as you squeak "wha-what the hell are you doin' ?!" then the water starts running, and then nothing. you're curiosity peeked, you glance at him through your fingers and don't see what you'd expected. instead you see..scales? and a tail ?

and then your hands fall from over your eyes, and you fully see it. the mix of white and red scales, they shine underneath the light of your bathroom.

a tail.

the man you rescued from the beach has a tail and isn't a man at all.

you've got a merman in your house.

shoto is running late.

usually he's on time, but it seems the universe was against him today. his father had held him back with an endless lecture that seemed to drag on. he'd been more on edge, so to speak, since his son's coronation was approaching, a day he was absolutely dreading and everybody seemed to be on his back about it.

his sister had also held him back earlier. just for a chat she'd claimed, except shouto could tell it was a clumsy attempt to try and get some type of answer out of him, of why he's been sneaking off so often. she had lamented to him about her worries with his fascination of humans and their strange inventions. fuyumi was the only one he'd confided into about his collection of strange objects from the human world. tossed into the sea or scavenged from shipwrecked boats if he was feeling a little risky. however, what had started off as an innocent interest started becoming dangerous, in his sisters eyes, as he slowly started rising up to shore. closer and closer to humans.

she'd warned him to be careful, that humans were dangerous. shouto knew of the tales that were told about humans since he was young, of the unspeakable things they did to his kind. of course he did, but he just had a feeling not all humans could be like what he was told. as usual, he waves her off with the promise that he'd be vigilant as he swims off again.

he hopes he makes it in time.

someone calls for him suddenly and he stops in his tracks, the voice sounds familiar and he recognizes his fluffy haired friend izuku swimming up to him, shoto is tempted to ignore him. but it'd be mean, and unbecoming of a future king of the seas, so he waits for him to catch up. izuku midoriya was his one and only real confidant, his family had worked for his ever since they were both young and even if he was technically his servant, he could confidently call him his friend.

"hello, izuku." shoto greets simply, izuku quickly returns the greeting, before looking around to make sure they wouldn't be heard.

"were you going up to shore again ?" he asks nervously. shoto hums, nodding softly "i am." izuku stiffens, his fins flicker nervously.

"i-i don't know if that's the best idea.. i mean, your coronation is coming up and your father is even more on edge than usual-"

"what he doesn't know won't hurt him. which is why i'm expecting you not to tell him anything."

"of course not ! but his majesty is..." izuku cuts himself off, looking off to the side "i fear he's getting suspicious of your..activities?" he explains, wording it as best he can. shoto holds back the groan bubbling up in his throat: so many worries piling up and so little time.

it's unbecoming of a future king, but shoto decides he'll worry later.

"i'll think about him later." the disdain in his voice is palpable, but izuku being used to it doesn't react. he knows the relationship between the king and his son has been more than strained ever since the queen disappeared. some say she simply vanished, or left of her own volition, while other whispers claim she was instead captured by humans.

but after her disappearance the queen was never mentioned again, neither was the princes older brother, touya, when he disappeared not long before his mother did. the mere mention of them was forbidden, it was wiser to act is if they never existed in the first place.

izuku shakes his head and quickly swims up to follow the dual haired prince, who'd started swimming off in front of him.

both men finally rise up to shore. izuku hides besides a rock protruding from the sea floor while shoto decides to be a little bolder, peeking up to his chest from where he's perched up on the rock as well.

"ah ! shoto, you shouldn't !" izuku warns, but he simply shakes his head "it's fine, no one's here at this time of day." his eyes never leaving the sand in front of them, surveying the area like a hawk. he purses his lips. maybe he had been too late after all. he'd have to wait until tomorrow.

until he spots a mass of fluffy grey and white hairs. both he and izuku shrink back at the sound of a loud booming bark, shoto not as far sunk as izuku. then his gaze locks on to someone walking along with the furry beast.

a human.

the green haired merman has half a mind to warn his friend they should make their leave, however the young man is unmoving, seemingly entranced.

shoto breathes a sigh of relief, you've shown up at last.

it's usually at this hour that you walk along the beach with your companion. shoto's been watching you for a little while now and he's determined a routine. some days you stay longer than usual, but he's content to see you anytime, all the time. you're fascinating, the way you move around with those..legs of yours is something he can't his eyes off of. and you're breathtakingly beautiful to him, though is his father were to see you he's sure he'd think otherwise. he'd been told humans were hideous beasts, but he's never seen anything in all of the seas as beautiful as you in his years of living.

izuku snaps him out of his trance, urging him saying they should be on their way back lest the king get even more suspicious of both their absences. he wants to keep looking at you, forever if he could. part of him even wishes he could walk along the sand with you.

but he retreats after a final look to you, and dives back down towards his home, so far away from you.

he wished he'd never went back home though, when his father had decided to get on his last nerve yet again. constantly nagging, constantly berating him like he knew any better. lecturing him about how his behaviour was unacceptable for a future king.

he knows that, he's heard it all before. as he swims further and further away from home he wishes it could all just stop. this future king talk, the coronation. he wishes it could all just fucking cease.

and he wishes he could be with you above all else. you'd understand, you wouldn't nag him about his duties. hell, you wouldn't even have to know, you'd just see him for him. and that's all he wants.

if only, he wishes.

until he's being lured away by some sea creatures who for sure mean trouble, but they've intrigued him with promises of making his wishes come true. when he's suddenly faced with the sea witch, he knows he should get away and fast, making a deal with her was not advised if you cared for your own life.

..and yet, she says she can give him what he truly desires. and what he desires is a life where he doesn't have to gaze at you from afar. where he can only dream and wish for if only's.

and he can't turn back now.

it takes a lot longer to get used to the fact that you have a merman in your house. you've been glued to the tv in shock for an hour, not processing anything happening on it while the merman in question casually watches, munching on some candy you'd offered him when you'd first made it home.

it's funny, if you think about it a little bit. you're friendly with your coworkers yet not a single one of them has ever been to your house before. and now you've got a fucking mythical sea creature in sitting on your couch eating watermelon candies.

truly hilarious.

you catch a peek at him from the corner of your eye, you're surprised by how easily he's entertained, especially since he's only looking at an informercial but you think you can understand why now. why he seemed so confused, and maybe this was also why he can't talk ? but he could understand you perfectly.

god, your head hurt.

there's a weight against your skull and when you look up from your lap, the merman has his head pressed to yours. you hold back a squeal, because you are beyond tired of embarrassing yourself in front of him, a harsh intake of breath leaves you. he tilts his head at you, you've gotten good at de-cyphering what he means in the two hours you've known him. you sigh.

"i-i'm alright..thanks" you speak sincerely, his shoulders relax but he doesn't lean very far away from you, visibly comfortable being so close to you. "i'm just..in shock..i had no idea mermaids even existed..!" you chuckle, then quickly cover your mouth "merman, sorry !" he doesn't seem to mind, shaking his head with a barely there smile. it's a faint pull of his lips that could've been missed but you'd caught it and your heart hammers in your chest--were all mermen this pretty ?!

"well..um, i bet seeing a human up close like this is pretty surprising too ?" he nods and you laugh. "is it what you expected at least ?" he nods again, but it feels..softer, more personal. like it was directed at you and you only, for some reason. the close proximity between you both seems familiar.

you're everything he expected and more.

"do you..have a name ? ah !" you catch yourself quickly, running off to your room, not before telling him you'd be right back, you barely see him nod with widened eyes. you pull out a random book you left unfinished for..you don't remember how long now.

if he understood you speaking, maybe he could understand how to read ?

it's a possibility and you lose nothing by trying.

you're back next to him and place the book between you both, he leans in closer, inspecting the words on the page with an unreadable expression.

you tell him your name, and start spelling it out with the letters on the page. you hope it works, that'd make it a whole lote easier if it does, so you ask him for his name.

it takes him a second, but soon the dots start connecting, and he slowly points to five different letters

s-h-o-t-o

"shoto.." you sound out, you look back up at him. his face is soft and the small smile on your face makes you smile too "shoto ?" and he nods happily "it's nice, i like it." you admit, his eyes shine brightly and he points to you and nods. you think he's saying he likes your name too, so you thank him with a giggle and your hunch his confirmed when he smiles just a little wider, the corner of his eyes crinkling.

seriously are all mermen this pretty ? it's a little unfair that more mermen don't show up in town.

but you think even if they were to suddenly appear, you'd like shoto the best.

shoto seems to have superhuman abilities, besides the not being human part..

in only a week, he's learned how to write and you've been communicating by passing notes and using a white board you'd gotten him while you were out shopping, you figured it'd be easier and a little less confusing.

he's been here for two weeks now, and it's been fun. so fun in fact you forget he's not human with how easy he's adapted into your life. he goes shopping for and with you sometimes, he loves watching and he likes to take walks with max, the both of them being inseparable. you'd be a little jealous if it wasn't so damn adorable. you're still enjoying your break from work and shoto makes it much more enjoyable, it's nice to have someone else around for a change.

you've..talked, about a lot of stuff with shoto, but one thing he will not talk about is himself, and you've decided not to pry. especially because you hate seeing the conflicted, sad look on his face. he talks to you about his kind, and his friends, but never too much about himself. you don't pry, but it surprises you that even mermaids have baggage.

"is there anything you wanna do today, shoto ?" you wonder if he ever gets bored, he doesn't say anything about it, but you know you're not all that entertaining..maybe you'll take him go kart racing.

shoto stops petting max to grab at his white boards, quickly scratching something down.

can i watch a movie with you ?

your heart stutters. every time you suggest an activity for him to do he always adds you in it. it's stupidly endearing and makes him cuter than he already is.

"but don't you wanna do anything else ? " he tilts your head for you to continue "like..aren't you bored ? i know i don't do anything interesting...you don't wanna do something more exciting ?"

he blinks, and writes down something on his white board that has your mouth go dry.

i like doing anything because you do it with me.

"o-oh.." you mutter, fiddling with the texture of your couch, picking at it softly "that's nice.."

after a moment of quiet he presses his head to yours, as affectionate as ever to get your attention, you blink up at him holding up his whiteboard and a smile forms onto your face.

movie ?

you let him pick this time.

"if you want to be able to live with your beloved.. you must manage to do one thing.."

a kiss. a true love's kiss.

shoto has seen a lot of kisses in the few weeks he's been with you. he remembers the first kiss he'd received was when your elderly neighbour had knocked at your door thinking you were home while you were at the grocery store. she must've thought he was your mate, because she'd congratulated him and told him to treat you nice because you're a very sweet and pretty girl, which he'd intensely nodded at. she'd grabbed him by the shoulder and softly pressed both her cheeks to him, and you'd explained to him that she had kissed him as a sign of politeness. a common human courtesy.

he'd seen kisses on tv, kisses on the street, but none of them compared to the description of a true love's kiss. none of them felt fitting enough.

something on tv catches his eye. the movie has gotten to the climactic scene, a new term he'd learned. and the main love interests are desperately clinging to each other. their lips are touching, but it doesn't look like the kisses he's seen before..strange.

it confuses him, so he taps your shoulder and writes his thoughts down.

what are they doing ?

you clear your throat, your eyes widen. your eyes are so pretty. "they're kissing, shoto.. we've seen that before right ?"

but it looks different.

you hum in thought "well, i guess i can put it like.." you purse your lips in thought, you look so cute when you're deep in thought. "they love each other a lot, so being away from each other made them..um, do that. it's 'cus they care about each other alot..i think."

love..

have you done that before ?

you splutter as your eyes fly across the whiteboard, shoto shuffles so he can sit closer to you. you don't move away, you smell so nice.

"n-no..i don't think i've loved someone enough to.." you whisper, gaze flying from him to the small space between you both.

the sound of the white board dropping to the floor doesn't alarm you, neither does the way his hands slowly reach towards your cheeks. he does nothing but run his hands across your cheeks for a while, simply gazing at you. he presses his forehead to yours and you feel his breath his your face, your eyelashes flutter as his head softly bumps against yours. his nose nuzzles against yours, you're so soft.

you don't have to read anything to know what his eyes are asking you silently, you nod anyways.

shoto doesn't exactly know what love means by humans standards, but by his standards and the little he knows he thinks this might be it as he presses his lips to yours. it's not as desperate and dramatic as on tv, and there's no melodramatic music playing in the background.

but he loves this, he loves you.

you pull away when he presses you back against the couch, and suddenly something feels different. your chest feels warm. you feel loved.

"that..was nice..woah." you breathe, and shoto nods, mirroring the smile growing on your face. what you don't expect is for him to open his mouth and speak.

"it was.." he hums, your eyes are the size of saucers and he huffs out a light laugh "do you think..i could do that again with you ?"

you nod, in a trance, but as he leans in you grip his shoulders. he blinks up at you

"..wait, how long were you able to talk ?" you're unblinking, and it makes him chuckle lightly.

"just now." he answers simply, before you can ask more questions he stops you "i will explain later, i promise." he nuzzles his nose to yours "but for now.." he kisses your cheek "i'd like to learn about this..love feeling.with you." he kisses your other cheek, always adding you in "will you let me ? "

you're willing to let him do anything as long as he does it with you, as long as he keeps adding you in like you're the only one that matters, you want to keep mattering to him. and you want to learn more about your feelings too.

so you laugh, and with a smile, you pull him back into you.

a/n : eeeee i loved participating to this event theheheh ! tumblr quit deleting my drafts but i still had tons of fun ! hope yall enjoy reading MUAH MUAH !!

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shoto todoroki is fucking shameless. and surprisingly clingy.

he’d done a good job becoming a little more social little by little. he’s still a little wonky and awkward during the few times he tries to make conversation, but he tries and that’s the good part. you’re proud of him.

you’ve known shoto since you were kids, his closest friend, you’d seen him through it all and you’re so grateful that he’s found friends he feels comfortable and happy with, though he always reassures you that you’re dearest to him, which always makes you a little too giddy and flustered for somebody who’s supposed to be his closest friend and nothing more.

you’re in the cafeteria chatting with your mutual friends, shoto had told you to go off without him since he needed to go the bathroom and you found yourself sitting next to midoriya when he’d scooched in next to you, happy to see there was still a spot for him at the table. you liked midoriya a lot, he was sweet, cute and most importantly he made shoto come out of his shell in a way that you regrettably never could, plus the way he flails around when he gets embarrassed is pretty funny.

(you did notice ochaco’s face going completely blank for a few seconds, but you didn’t think much about it.)

after a few minutes of giggling and chatting shoto shows up, and something is immediately wrong with the way his natural straight face goes absolutely dead in the span of three seconds. it’s subtle, but you know him and it’s there. there also seems to be a chill in the room now.

he’s at your side of the table in three seconds, but he doesn’t register your smile in greeting as his cold gaze is glued to the green haired boy next to you.

“midoriya,” and his voice even sounds a little deeper, colder as he speaks like he somehow managed to use his right side on his mouth.

“that’s my seat.” he states calmly.

“oh ! my bad, todoroki !” izuku splutters an apology, but shoto’s eyes do not waver, staying fixed on the boy until he grabs his tray and makes a move to stand “i didn’t realize this was your spot, sorry !”

you feel a little bad at how intensely he’s apologizing, but you’re still shell shocked about that look. shoto seems unfazed though, his expression morphs slightly when izuku goes to squeeze in next to iida.

“i always sit next to yn.”

it’s so stupid. really, it is. how fast that makes your heart beat. because shoto does always sit next to you, he always has and he still always does when you come over to his house. but it’s the fact that he didn’t say he always sits here, in his unassigned assigned seat.

he said he always sits next to you. and your mind and heart races.

you don’t get much time to think because immediately he’s next to you, sighing before sitting as close to you as he can. he looks over to you and you look back, still a little startle but his features are soft again when he looks at you. he drops his utensils to thread his fingers with yours under the table.

“ did you wash your hands, mister ?” you tease, but you squeeze his hand when he squeezes yours. he frowns but it’s not the one from before. it almost looks like a pout and you snort.

“yes, i did.” he snips, you giggle and his eyes soften. even as you assure him you were just kidding he doesn’t mind, he couldn’t be mad at you.

you offer him a bite of your lunch as truce and he leans forward and plops a piece in his mouth from your chopsticks, then offers you a bit of his precious soba noodles and even holds a hand below them so they don’t spill because he insists on feeding you himself.

your friends pretend they don’t see the lowkey romantic exchange, but with the way shoto keeps insisting to have you eat his food and the soft barely there smile when you crack a joke that manages to break through his icey demeanor, they can start to figure out why he wanted to sit next to you so bad.

older brother touya au, endeavor is still an asshole, shouto interacts w his siblings lol, bby shouto, hyper active kinda rough reader (you tackle shouto), shouto and touya have an unspecified age gap but i was thinkin like 10 years (so touya is 17 and shou is 7), just a liiiil bit angsty but mostly fluffy, lemme know if i missed sum else !

touya knows his little brother shouto is kinda weird.

he rarely ever sees him happy, or with any sort of emotion on his face for that matter. he has little habits that he hates not being able to follow and he's incredibly nit picky about them. he doesn't outwardly emote but that doesn't mean he couldn't be bratty when he wanted to be, cus he is but that's also about super specific weird stuff like what he wants to have for dinner (which always ends up being cold soba anyways).

he's also not much of a talker. he's a little shy, but he also just doesn't like talking. it's impossible to miss the huge red scar around his eye, he doesn't like to play outside and roughhouse like touya did when he was his age and he still doesn't have any friends at school. shouto never seemed to be bothered by it, though touya assumes that his peers might find him weird too.

except they better not, because touya's the only one who can call his brother weird. and deep down, he worries a little for him.

until he comes back home from school, his sweater is tucked out and there's a dirt stain on it. his hair is messy and his backpack is haphazardly closed, his little notebooks propped inside and his pencil case threatening to fall out.

natsuo, the one charged to pick him up that day, sheepishly scratches at his neck "he won't tell me what happened to him." he explains as touya practically charges towards shouto, he doesn't look hurt, so his older brother roughly turns him around to check his bag.

" but i told you what happened, natsu-nii."

"you don't have to lie, shouto--"

"what happened to you ?" touya cuts in, looking inside his brothers bag to check if nothing was missing, it looks intact from what he can tell.

"i played with my friend." shouto says simply, like that explains why he looked like he'd just walked through a hurricane. touya already knows he's gonna get an earful about this from his father. he inwardly groans.

"you sure your friend didn't just mug you ?" he flips his brother around and shouto's little arms flail as he does, unbothered by his brother's rough treatment. he tilts his head, touya sighs.

"bully you, i mean."

shouto's eyes widen, then he hurriedly shakes his head, denying him ever getting bullied and simply claiming he was playing. touya shares a look with natsuo, who looks just as unconvinced as him at his brothers words.

"who's this friend of yours, shou ?"

"yn."

"yn ?" both brothers say at the same time. shouto nods and touya catches a small little glint in his eyes as he looks back at him "she's really nice."

"this doesn't seem nice. you look like you got robbed." touya furrows his brows, sneering at his brothers dirty shirt. he starts dragging the youngest toward the bathroom. hopefully he'd be fully clean before their father got home and he wouldn't have to get in trouble. for god knows what reason. enji todoroki would probably find a way to place the blame on him, something about how he should've been the one to pick him up or gotten there earlier he guesses.

"yn likes to play games where you move around a lot." is what he offers as explanation. touya hums absentmindedly as he ushers his brother into the bathroom, deciding on how he should deal with his youngest brother's first ever bully. because of the age gap he doubts the kid is any smaller than his brother is, so he thinks he'll probably just try to scare off whoever this yn is.

"how 'bout i pick you up from school tomorrow and i can meet yn. that sound good ?" and shouto excitedly nods at the idea, gushing about how funny and nice you are and that you share your snacks with him. it's weird how fondly he talks about his bully, but touya knows his brother's always been a little weird, he probably has no idea what's happening to him. the thought makes him frown just a bit harder.

the next day after school, touya is already at the gates before they've even opened ready to scare the pants off of his brothers harasser. he sees shouto walking out of the gates with a few other kids, alone. the little boy perks up once he sees him and sends him a high wave, which touya returns with one of his own lazier one's.

"where's your friend ?" he tries his best not the spit the word too venomously, shouto doesn't seem to notice.

"yn is coming. her bag isn't closing well, so she told me to go ahead without her." he explains, reaching for his brother's hand absentmindedly.

touya is about to respond when he hears yelling. yelling that gets closer and closer to them until he notices too late that a little person is rushing towards his brother. before he can pull him out of the way the person has jumped onto shouto and knocked the both of them onto the ground. and touya watches flabbergasted as his younger brother does not look surprised at all, like shit like this just happened every tuesday. his mouth falls open when the little girl that had charged into his brother excitedly starts hopping slightly on top of him.

"shouto !"

"hi, yn."

touya is going to fucking lose his mind.

you get closer to shouto's face still sitting on him, touya assumes to make sure he could hear you even thought he doubts he couldn't before. " i thought ya left without me, i couldn't see you !"

shouto shakes his head, still on the floor "i said i would wait for you." he says seriously. and you practically beam, nudging your cheek to his and rubbing it against his affectionately. shouto doesn't seem fazed by it, but he definitely doesn't seem angry.

you don't seem like a bully, at least.

you finally realise you're not alone, looking up at touya strangely "who're you ?" you ask bluntly. shouto responds before he could. "touya- nii's my older brother, he's the one i wanted to show you."

you don't seem like a bully, especially not when you immediately turn to shouto the moment he opens his mouth, holding onto every word you hear. your eyes widen looking between touya and him, "that's your brother ?!" shouto nods proudly. you finally get off of him allowing shouto to get up too.

"coool !" you exclaim, but then you quickly turn towards shouto " but you're cooler, shouto !" shouto's eyes widen, before he almost bashfully looks away, claiming that his touya-nii is was way cooler than him. touya has never seen his brother this expressive before. it might not be much for others, and if he were anybody else he'd think so too. but even the fact his brows raise when you speak and he actually engages in conversation with you, as short as he keeps it, is surprising.

but from that small interaction, he can assume that you're not a bully. and he understands why his brother looked like he got jumped yesterday.

you're so much more different then him though, it's weird. you're hyper and giggly and chatty. you jump around and you can't seem to pull yourself away from shouto, who really doesn't seem unhappy although you're a bit rough about it. it’s like you’re glued to him.

shouto who barely even talks to his family talks to easily with you, even though you start the conversation all the time. shouto who only ever eats cold soba gleams at your promise to bring more snacks to share with him, like you apparently do every day. and shouto who touya barely ever sees emote, smiles when you tell him something funny. he can't tell wether his little brother smiles because he actually finds what you said funny or because you do. but whatever it is, it's making him happy.

touya is so shocked simply staring at his brother interact with another human being that he fails to use the little 'leave my brother alone if you know what's good for you.' speech he'd practiced the night before and suddenly you have to go. waving at him and shouto (not before hugging him with all your might first), who sadly waves back as he watches you leave. though he cheers up just a bit when with a last wave you tell him that you'll see him tomorrow.

touya, despite not having said a word feels incredibly tired, so he starts pulling his brother along home with him.

"so..that was your friend."

shouto nods "yn." he says.

"yn." touya parrots, eyes drifting from his brother to the road ahead of him. "she's kinda weird, huh ?"

at that, shouto's eyebrows furrow hard and he furiously shakes his head, tugging at his brother’s hand "no. she's nice." he corrects adamantly. touya stares at his brother, before looking away again "right.." he sighs "well, she seems to like you a lot."

his little brother nods again, a faint smile forms on his face "cus the people in class are mean to her. cus she's new and they say she's weird, but i don't think she is." he rambles, he actually rambles, touya blinks. he doesn't think he's ever been more surprised than he's been today. "yeah ?" is all he utters.

"yeah. people think i'm weird too, but yn says she thinks i'm cool." touya's eyes soften at his brothers words. he raises his arm up so his little brother is slightly lifted in the air. "course you're cool, you're my little brother." smiling softly to himself when shouto giggles.

touya knows that his little brother is weird, but he doesn't have to be worried anymore. cus it seems you like him, that you think he's cool and that you're weird too, in your own way. shouto keeps coming back home with dirty clothes and messy hair after that, but with happy and satisfied eyes and little candies he shares with his siblings that he made them promise to keep a secret. and he thinks his little brother will be fine, as weird as he is.