#visage of my own; shouto

[unrequited-rivalry]

The bois sharing a single brain cell.

#natsuo todoroki #toyua todoroki #shouto todoroki #family album #sibling drama #lost legacy; Touya #unseen strength; natsuo #visage of my own; shouto #;sketchbook

[andypantsx3]

Andy I just had a thought.. Shouto kabedon.. i’m very sane about this

Omg I loooveeeeeeeee this omg!!!!!!! You are a genius!!!!!!! This ask unlocked something inside of my brain; this is barely coherent and unedited but I offer you this heartfelt nonsense in return.

contents: shouto x reader, sfw, implied fem reader, aged-up characters, 1.7k

You tried to ignore it when you first heard Mineta say it.

"Trust me, the babes love it," he'd lisped to his doubtful audience—Kaminari, a befuddled-looking Kirishima, and Shouto, whose face was so impassive you'd actually been under the impression he wasn't listening.

The former members of UA's graduating class of 2X74 were stuffed into Kaminari's new apartment for a party. It was mostly the heroics department, but you'd spotted a few of your fellow general course graduates as you'd passed through the kitchen to grab a drink. You'd come out into the living room to see Mina and Jirou—as well as pretend like you weren't ogling your long-time crush Shouto—but you found you were immediately regretting leaving the safety of that kitchen.

"And you've... done it?" Kirishima asked, eyebrows scrunched.

Mineta made a show of inspecting his fingernails like it was nothing to him—which you seriously doubted. "Trust me, women like assertiveness. This move is plastered all over their romance manga."

You took another sip from your drink. You wanted to pretend like you weren't hearing this, but Mina and Jirou were making it hard, Jirou stone-faced next to you and Mina unsuccessfully trying to filter her gleeful laughter into her own drink.

"Do you think women even know it's a kabedon, if he does it?" she asked, leaning in to whisper.

Jirou looked doubtful.

"He's like, waist height," you whispered back, sighing. "I don't even know if his arm would reach the wall either...?"

"I think it probably looks like he's just trying to hold himself up," Mina said, her grin unholy.

"I pity the woman he's attempted it on," Jirou said drily.

"—you're sure?" Kaminari was saying when you turned back to the boys' conversation, also looking doubtful.

"One hundred percent success rate," Mineta insisted, eyebrows wiggling.

Despite yourself, your eyes slid over to Shouto, like they almost always did, wandering over that handsomely thoughtful expression. It was the thing you liked the most about him—how his angelically beautiful visage was at stark odds with how awkward and kind of strange he was; how he looked like an ice prince but was one of the warmest, kindest people you'd ever spoken to.

You'd been paired for a couple assignments back in school, hung out on the periphery of his Class A friend groups, and had ended up teaching him a fair few things about how to cook and do laundry when he'd asked. He'd even rescued you during one of the many attacks that made up your time at UA together—which was really when your crush hit you full-force.

He'd been so gentle with you, carrying you out of harm's way when your injured leg had crumpled beneath you, and the careful way he'd handled you had been so at variance with the raw, roiling power he'd wielded on the battlefield—the tidal waves of ice that swept up the villains, the towering wall of fire that mercilessly choked off any of their escape points.

You thought Shouto was one of the most gentle, well-mannered men on earth.

He would probably never kabedon someone. He would never need to—people fell all over themselves for him.

"The babes fall right into your arms," Mineta said, raising his voice to encompass the knot of girls stuffed together on the loveseat. "Isn't that right, ladies?"

"I'm going to get another drink, the image of Mineta trying to kabedon me needs to be wiped from my brain," you told the girls, flinging yourself over Mina's legs in your haste to escape.

The kitchen was a welcome reprieve, and you dug around in Kaminari's fridge for another can, letting the cool air wash over you. You studiously ignored that all Kaminari seemed to have in his fridge was a pile of moldering grapes and some mayo.

Can acquired, you briefly considered not going back out into the living room and abandoning Mina and Jirou to their fate. But the pull of Shouto was too strong, and with a sigh you resigned yourself to more of Mineta's lechery.

In the hallway, however, you stumbled into the man himself, coming towards you from the opposite direction. You were struck momentarily dumb by the way the breadth of his shoulders seemed to take up almost the entire span of the hall, the way his fading summer tan looked against the light-blue of his button up. He was so handsome even when he was just walking, it was so deeply unfair.

"Hi Shouto," you said, raising your can in a salute, hoping your voice sounded normal. "Careful in Kaminari's fridge, he's culturing something on his grapes."

Shouto blinked down at you, those beautiful mismatched eyes growing a little wider. "Y/N," he greeted you, though there was a note of something strange in his voice, like there was something weird about you that he hadn't expected.

You wondered if you'd spilled something on yourself like a child, and decided to detour to the bathroom on your way back. How embarrassing.

You gave him a rueful grin, stuffing yourself against the wall so you wouldn't accidentally bump a strong shoulder as you passed, swearing vengeance on your drink if it had betrayed you in this moment—

Except, suddenly there was a hand against the wall in front of you, blocking your passage down the hall. You startled, whipping back around to stare at Shouto, only to find him looming way closer than you had anticipated.

Your back bumped the wall as he crowded you in, his other arm coming up to press against the wall on your other side, caging you inside his reach.

Your mind was so overwhelmed with the sight of him this close—that straight, blade-thin nose, that full, pouty mouth—the light touch of some expensive cologne at his collarpoints—that it took you a second to catch up with what was going on.

Your mouth dropped open when you registered that Todoroki Shouto had just—kabedoned you?—was actively kabedonning you? what the literal fuck—in the middle of Kaminari's hallway.

"Shouto? What—?" you managed, your voice strangled. The air felt like it was resisting you, refusing to be drawn into your lungs.

Shouto's voice was low and intimate as he answered, sending a mortifyingly visible shiver right down your spine. "Is it working?"

You gaped at him, eyes flickering over his serious expression. "Is—what—?"

Shouto shifted even closer, so that his face was a scant two inches from yours. You were suddenly, horrifyingly aware of how close his mouth was, how tall and strong and warm he was over you.

"Do you plan to fall into my arms?" Shouto asked. "Mineta said women liked it."

It was a fight for your life to make the connection over the static in your brain, the lack of oxygen in the air. Mineta had said women would fall for you if you kabedonned them... Shouto was.... kabedonning you.... computation pending...

"You... want it to work?" you asked, words clipped. You felt like any stray movement and your mouth would brush his, and you didn't know if he wanted—it was too strange to think that he might—

"Yes," Shouto replied, his handsome face serious. Those heterochromatic eyes searched over you, trailing over your features like a warm touch. "I want it to. Am I... not doing it correctly?"

Your face heated, and an entire conservatory of butterflies took flight in your stomach. You could not believe what was going on right now.

"No you're—you're doing it right."

Shouto's face was even closer, then, his mouth a whisper away from yours. "Then you have fallen for me," he said, sounding like both a question and a conclusion. He looked like he didn't know what to do next.

You had to suppress a laugh, charmed and mystified and nervous all at once. He was so reliably strange—of course he had taken Mineta's assertions at face value. And he was so straightforward, of course he had implemented the advice straight away. He was so silly, you liked him so, so much.

"I... have," you said, a helpless smile creeping over your lips. "Although it was a while before the kabedon, to be honest."

Shouto blinked, and you could just barely see his mouth grow a little slack in surprise. "Oh," he said, a hint of a shy smile touching his mouth. "Good."

"Yeah. Good," you said, your own grin going wider.

Shouto's eyes dipped down to your mouth, and his eyelashes fluttered. A thrill of anticipation went down your spine, your knees suddenly liquefying, as Shouto leaned back in, and your own eyes fluttered closed.

The press of his mouth was hot and soft—perfect, like you'd always fantasized it would be. He shifted closer, so that he pressed against you, and you had to tilt your head back to accommodate how tall he was, reveling in the strength and the heat of him over you. One of his hands left the wall to thread into your hair as he kissed you, cradling the back of your head like you were something precious, and your stomach swooped in response.

He kissed you boneless, absolutely stupid against the wall of Kaminari's hallway, and it was all your could do to wrap your arms around him and kiss him back. You didn't know how long it was that the two of you stood there, wrapped up in one other. All you knew was you never wanted Shouto's mouth to leave yours again, never wanted to leave the circle of his embrace.

So of course an appreciative whistle broke the two of you apart. You tore your mouth away from Shouto's only to find Mineta standing at the end of the hall, grinning like a wolf. A tiny, lecherous little wolf.

"Nice one, Tododoki," he said, like you weren't even there.

You bristled, stiffening in Shouto's arms as you glanced back at him quickly to measure his response. But the dazed look on Shouto's face pulled you up short, and he looked at Mineta like he wasn't really seeing him.

"You were right," was what he eventually managed. "The kabedon is very effective. Now if you will excuse us, I need to do it again."

A shocked laugh escaped you as Shouto's hand seized yours, and then you were being pulled around the corner into Kaminari's bathroom. Shouto walked you back against the door, an arm coming up just like before, pinning you against the door.

Another pleased laugh was muffled in Shouto's mouth as he took yours again, cupping your face to his. The lock clicked shut behind you.

#shouto x reader #todoroki x reader #todoroki shouto x reader #shouto x you #todoroki x you #character: todoroki shouto

[hana-no-seiiki]

Yoooo idk if you know what my hero academia is but what about a batsib( platonic) who’s a lot like dabi. Abused all there life has blue fire burns all over them. Abnormal body heat. Who would be more interesting in the fire? Who would help batsib take care of there burns. HOW WOULD THEY REACT TO THE STABLES COMING OFF!!!

Just the amount of chaos has me foaming out the mouth. 

YANDERE BATFAM + YANDERE TODOROKI CLAN x READER

I tweaked your request a bit and added yan todo clan into the mix if you don’t mind anon? if you rather a version without them then feel free to request again!

I’ll prolly do a part two of this to expand more on the Todo family, Tim, Dick, and Bruce but who knows what my ADHD will hyperfixate on next.

God can I just say that I love Todoroki Clan v Batfam fics. However few and far between they are so I’ll be writing this with a Todoroki! Reader in mind. Perhaps a twin of Dabi.

status: unedited

Humans have a natural, visceral attraction to fire. One can’t help but be drawn to its glow.

You were born as Touya’s (fraternal) twin except your power didn’t have to rely on emotions.

You burned the day you were born. Hurting your mother in the process. Scalding her skin as she desperately tried to feed you despite the danger it meant to her well-being.

In spite of her growing hatred for her husband, you managed to sear your way into her heart and make your mark.

Rei adored you. You looked the most like her underneath all the flames and charred skin. She would coo at you while glaring at her failures. She would run her hands through your hair while the room slowly froze when hearing about that kid who asked for your hand in marriage.

You were her precious gem. A jewel amongst the icky, dark, coal the others call her children. She would do anything for you. Anything.

Enji had to admit. He loved you more than his ambitions himself. He abhorred the pained screams you’d make whenever you tried using your powers. Luckily, unlike his eldest son, you were much more susceptible to the idea of not becoming a hero. All of his attempts at another heir were all in hopes that you didn’t have to face the horrid world of villains.

Touya admired you ever since you two were little. Your parents would often speak of how he’d cry whenever you two were separated. Of how he’d wail whenever you’d get burnt by your own quirk as if he was the one who was hurt.

As you grew up, he grew distant. Envious of your flames that were already so strong. Angry that you born several steps ahead of him regardless of being his twin.

Natsuo and Fuyumi bore the brunt of his complaints. His parents were too entranced by your being so who else did he have to talk to?

It all came to a climax when Shouto gained his quirk. You’d never forget the hope draining from your twin’s visage. The flames that surrounded the two of you when he dragged you out into the woods only to take an attempt at your life.

As darkness consumed your vision, you reach out to your brother’s face and choked out as the smoke covered the two of you.

“I will . . . always . . . love you.”

You awoke to your parents in tears, the news that your twin’s body was never found, and your belongings packed in several bags.

You were to study far away. Have a new start. Where you’d forget your brother.

Gotham.

It was a place known for its crime rate, but Enji’s close friend Bruce promised he’d take care of you while you’re here.

You were greeted by one of his sons, Tim. He was around Fuyumi’s age and was utterly fascinated by your powers.

Through him you were able to appreciate your flames a little more. It was hard not to get close to him. You attended classes together, ate together, played together. He even made you equipment and salves that would ease the burns.

It wasn’t long before you found out about his vigilante persona and thus Bruce’s. But for the sake of safety (your own and their’s) you decided to keep that fact to yourself.

Dick often came by once in a while. It was rare but his visits started to become the highlights of your stay in Gotham. He was fun and energetic. Tim and Bruce were great and all but they always had an air of seriousness that reminded you all too well of your family back in Japan.

He’d often sneak you out and teach you some acrobatic moves. Through process of searching good old google about the Robins, you figured out he was Nightwing after a short while.

Although you absolutely despised them now, you couldn’t deny them their credit for reigniting your passion for heroics.

You started training on your own. Control was something you had already practiced in the past. You knew how to stop the flames when it flared up too much. But you never really got to the point of using it for attacks and combat.

You didn’t really get that far. The most you could do without getting suspicious was to ask your father for a tutor in self defense while only adding some of your flames for the extra damage.

Not to mention the fact that a fire based vigilante would definitely raise flags for the family you’ve been living with.

So you started your “hero” life without using much of your flames until such a time that you were able to either go back to Japan or move out to another state.

That’s when you met Jason. You didn’t know much about him at first. Only that he killed a bunch of the thugs that you were trying to handle on your own.

Without him you’d probably have been dead several times by now.

Thus you took it upon yourself to help him in any way you can.

From being a hindrance you slowly started becoming an essential asset to Jason’s patrols. So much so that he often would blow up if you disappeared for a week only to apologize profusely and buy you pizza when he found out you were gone because of exams.

Jason also made you discover a very important part of your power. While your quirk didn’t rely on emotions to be strong within itself, emotions still played a huge part of it.

And as he slowly placed his lips upon yours, a wall of flame sets off.

You never returned to him after that day.

Around your early adulthood, Damian was taken into the household.

It wasn’t that long before you figured out he had no filter and a lot of ego to boot.

He reminded you a lot of a cat. Your parents would never let you adopt one out of fear for you being scratched, or worse a cat barbecue so you often projected that childhood desire of yours to him.

So while he’d hurt you both physically and emotionally, you in turn would return whatever he gave with love and headpats.

It annoyed him to no end. Who were you to treat him like a baby? If it weren’t for your flames he could probably have you on the floor in a minute tops.

But whenever you’d disappear he realizes how much he enjoys your presence.

He was there when you came back after your encounter with Jason. Your burnt and tattered clothes.

He saw the news. He knew that you’ve been going out to save civilians with one of his predecessors. He knew all about your past and your powers.

And he knew that from this day forth, you were never going to leave the manor ever again.

GENERAL BATFAM TAGLIST: @the-sander-fander

#yandere #yandere todoroki #yandere todoroki x reader #yandere todoroki clan #yandere todoroki family #yandere x reader #yandere tim drake x reader #yandere batfam x reader #yandere batfam #yandere damian x reader #yandere damian wayne x reader #yandere dabi #yandere dabi x reader #yandere jason todd #yandere bruce wayne #yandere jason todd x reader #yandere bruce wayne x reader #yandere robin x reader #yandere nightwing x reader #yandere dick grayson x reader #yandere dick grayson #yandere imagines #yandere batfam imagines #yandere imagine #yandere todo #yandere bnha #yandere dc

[foryoumyheroes]

hi! I dont know if you are still taking request, or even active but if you are, could you do a headcanon with todoroki having a s/o that loves drawing him ? they could be already on a relationship or not ur choice

Hi anon! If you're reading this I previously replied that I am sort of taking requests, but I was inactive until recent. In order to make that up to you I'll give you both a scenario fic and headcanons since I was struck by inspiration to write this! Hope you enjoy!! I kinda spiraled off topic asdfgh 

Pls accept my word-vomit like I’m a cat giving you a dead rat. 

The Campos 

Todoroki x Artist!Reader

"How is it possible for anyone to be that handsome." 

Even you were surprised by the words tumbling out of your own head, stopping your pencil in its place and as you froze like a still frame. It wasn’t long before you felt heat creep up your body, painting your cheeks all the way to your ears with a red like the sunset. 

It was always like this. 

There was nothing artistic from the way his image always flowed from your pencil in hurried lines and messy scribbles, and there was no beauty from how you always hunched over into the collar of your shirts whenever you felt the burning of your emotions. You wrote Todoroki [Name] and [Surname] Shouto in the margins of your notebook as if you had reverted back to primary school, doodled among little tiny hearts and sketches of his side profile. 

Maybe your parents were right. You should’ve just gone to art school like they had said and fallen down the path of them and so many of your other relatives. But at fourteen you were just so caught up with wanting to be different. You had to be. You had to get off the beaten path and flow out of the frame you were confined in. You said that in this family you would never be the best artist, but you could become the best Hero that the [Surname]s had ever had. You were a Hero-in-training, but you knew that at heart you would always be an artist. 

And now at sixteen you were at a loss. You were at a loss because whenever you looked over at the last window seat in 1-A, your talents always fell short. There was nothing you could draw that could bridge the distance you felt, to calm the foreign feelings in your body. Your drawing skills had not diminished while you practiced war, but you were backtracking now. Perhaps you really should’ve gone to art school instead. 

Maybe then you would find a way to express how you truly felt. 

Nothing you wrote or drew now could match up to the endless admiration you had for one Todoroki Shouto. 

Everyone else was mere background noise to Todoroki when he set his gaze on you. 

Although Bakugou and his group of friends were in the common room shouting and making a ruckus and Todoroki’s own friends were giggling at the back of him, tossing frosting, floating bowls of batter to Iida’s ire. 

His eyes always sought you out. 

It was difficult to explain why. Even now, with you in a baggy sweatshirt and loose jeans rolled at the ankles, Todoroki wondered why he was paying you so much attention. The world around you was spinning and you were at an impasse. You were only writing in your notebook, probably jotting down notes at a speed he couldn’t comprehend. Your head was always buried in that Campos notebook.  

With a loud screech, Kirishima bumped his hip on the dining table, jostling both you and him from your standstill, pencils rolling across the wood. Your eyes immediately flashed up and met with his wide heterochromic ones. A deer in the headlights. The two of you turned away as quickly as it came, ignorant to the pink that bloomed on both of your cheeks while a spark flickered across his left cheek. 

“Whatcha drawing there, [Name]?” Kirishima asked boisterously, pulling out the chair beside you while you heated up like a furnace, waving your arms around wildly and sputtered like a train engine. You couldn’t snatch it away fast enough and his dark eyes fell on your doodle-ridden pages with a soft, “Oh.” His lips formed a small O shape. His eyes carefully looked up at the hot-and-cold boy before dropping back down to your page. You carefully averted your eyes, fixing [e/c] orbs on some faraway wall until he carefully pulled your notebook toward him and quickly scribbling something down, pushing the pages back toward you. 

When you snuck a peek at the drawing of a blond gremlin with spiky hair like a porcupine, and a crude drawing of a K and B underneath an umbrella, a loud laugh tumbled out of your mouth. 

It was as if Todoroki didn’t exist anymore as you gave Kirishima your full attention, laughing to whatever jokes he made or witty one-liners. 

He wasn’t a poet. He didn’t know the words. 

Others could talk about how selfish he was for having his mother’s pretty face and his powerful Quirk; boys and girls have tried before, handing him letters in his locker and bouquets of flowers, but that never mattered to him. Only you have stayed on his mind. His attractive features and his Quirk only had stock to it if it helped him win over your affections. 

In crowded places and busy gatherings, when he stood in solidarity, when his hands hung by his sides and his eyes were left with nothing to see, he wondered what primitive part of him was always acting out. How his hands wanted to cut off all connection with the logic in his brain and reach out to grab yours. How he always silently watched you from faraway, physically unable to tear your visage away from his eyes. His body always acted without reason — the heavy palpitations against his rib cage, the rose against his skin, the sweat on his palms, the dilation of his pupils. 

He wondered how he was in Heaven just by being near you. 

He wondered what it would take to get you to look at him for once. 

But your eyes would just be deep within the confines of your Campos notebook, impervious to his lingering thoughts of you.

Surprisingly it was Todoroki who offered to clean up after his friends while they went into the showers to wash away the flour and frosting that coated their hair and skin. The night had already been long by the time they turned in, heavy and drowsy after making several tins of uneven, ugly cupcakes. He had to do something with all of this energy, he thought, scrubbing away at stubborn stripes of sugar that painted the counter tops.

The lights were off and only the streaks of moonlight filtered through the large windows of the dorm room. You had left with Bakugou’s group several hours earlier, accepting Kirishima’s invitation to go to the nearest konbini for ice cream with an open hand. 

Now it was just him. 

Tossing the rag in the wash bin, he was about to make his way back to his room when his eyes fell upon the dining table and he found your notebook. 

How could he not know it was yours. He had seen it within your hands more times than he could count, more obsessively than Midoriya’s Hero Analysis for the Future No. 13. He wondered if that was why he was so interested in you. Your dedication to your studies were admirable. Nearly twenty-four-seven. 

Carefully, he crept closer to it, as if it was a bomb going to detonate before he picked it up. 

The pages curled and crinkled in his hands, and he debated opening it. 

It was just a school notebook, right? You probably only had notes and worksheets hidden inside of it. 

Maybe he could get an answer to your time. He could discover the subjects that you were struggling at, or even find one that you were better than him at. You were a couple ranks below him in the class grades. When he returned your Campos to you he could ask to study with you. 

He flipped it open and his heart stopped at the sight. 

Shit, shit, shit! you thought, running down the stairs, taking two at a time. It was late enough that the elevators were locked for curfew and you cursed Aizawa-sensei for putting your room at the very top of the building. After you had gotten back from the konbini with your friends, cheeks hurting from how hard you were laughing at Kaminari’s antics and Sero’s sarcasm, you had completely forgotten that you left your notebook on the kitchen table. You only remembered when you dug through your bag only to scramble around when nothing came up. If anyone like Hagakure or god forbid — Mineta, found it, you would never live it down. You were lucky enough that Kirishima was a good sport about it. He knew how to keep his mouth shut, but everyone else? 

You wondered if it was too late to transfer schools. 

Your feet landed harshly on the carpeted ground after the final step, head snapping back and forth for your notebook, but froze at what you saw. 

Even in the dim light of the moon and past the hand clamped over his face, you could see the heavy pink on his cheeks. 

Your heart dropped. 

“I — “ His hand fell to his side and you were given a full view of the strong flush on his face. “That’s my notebook... Todoroki-kun.” 

When the Campos dropped to the floor and he dashed across the common room, hand around your waist and his lips on yours, you found that you didn’t need flowery words or an arsenal of artistic techniques to express how you felt. 

Your hands wrapped around his neck, locking him deeper in the embrace, fingers cording through his soft red and white hair. 

The instinct to be closer to him would be all you need to overcome the division between a desire for him and the stillness of your body. 

Headcanons: 

After you two get together and it becomes more obvious that you’re drawing him, he’ll coax you out of doing it in secret.

He’ll ask to take pictures of the drawings on the margins of your notebook or if you’re drawing it on scrap paper, he’ll ask to have it after you’re done with it. 

He keeps it in a box uwu and he has to upgrade every year because it keeps on getting full. 

Even if you’re not drawing him, you ask him to pose for you so you can take references for your other drawings. He’s just so proportionate!! 

It makes him so happy every time he sees it!! He nearly catches on fire every time. 

The fact that you’re expressing your affections in this special way makes him so soft?? 

He once tried to draw you in return but he has like zero to none art experience. Even had no experience in his childhood because all he wanted to draw was All Might and Endeavor wouldn’t allow that. 

Instead you offer to teach him the basics on how to draw and you two continue bonding that way!! You sit on his lap because that’s the best spot to be close enough to guide him and show him how to draw while you drone on and on about shadows, anatomy, perspective, and he’s just nodding along without a single word going to his brain because he’s just staring at you the entire time. 

[“Shouto-chan, did you get that?” 

“Yeah...boxes?”]

If you draw him complete pictures he keeps it on his wall, and eventually his dorm room looks like he’s about to string red yarn around it because it’s blanketed with paper all over like he’s uncovering a murder conspiracy. 

A/N:  The picture that I used for the page breaks is Anselm Feuerbach’s “Peonies” and I actually saw it in real life at the Neue Pinakothek!! It’s one of my favorites and I even got a mousepad of it bc I’m a dork asdfg 

The Kirishima and [Name] scene is inspired by this comic by marbitss and I was inspired to write a lot of prose after reading Nicole Krauss’ The History of Love!

#todoroki headcanons #todoroki x you #todoroki x reader #todoroki shouto #todoroki shoto #todoroki #mha headcanons #BNHA Headcanons #mha imagines #bnha imagines #mha fanfiction #bnha fanfiction #mha #bnha #bnha todoroki #mha todoroki #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #requests #artist reader #boku no hero academia headcanons #my hero academia headcanons #boku no hero academia fanfiction #my hero academia fanfiction #boku no hero academia fanfic #my hero academia fanfic #i wrote this all in one go so pls excuse typos

[tiaragqueen]

Aegis

✂ Pairing: Yandere! Adult! Shouto Todoroki x Reader

✂ Word Count: 1,2k+

✂ Trigger Warnings: Manipulation, possessiveness, mention of kidnapping

[Edited]

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“Your job's a joke, you're broke, your love life's D.O.A. It's like you're always stuck in second gear. When it hasn't been your day, your week, your month, or even your year, but I'll be there for you.” - I’ll Be There For You [The Rembrandts]

It was just a joke, honestly.

During the peaceful silence with Shōto, who liked to visit your apartment from time to time, you’d playfully wished someone would just ‘kidnap you already’. You didn’t really think about the implication of your desire since you tended to speak nonsense when stressed out, anyway. All you wished for was a break from your growing paperwork, someone to pamper you and ease the pressure like a lover would. You might not necessarily yearn for a relationship, but the idea of someone being utterly devoted to you was nice.

And that was what Shōto thought, too. But his way of showing it was… startling, to say the least.

The first thing you saw after you opened your eyes was a plain white ceiling with a pendant light, its bulb dark. Next, you felt the fluffiness pressed against your head. A pillow, you concluded as you groped the said thing, but it was strangely wider than your old one, and comfier too. Then, you noticed how the room had more space and there was a LED TV in front of the queen size bed you were occupying. All of it just screamed ‘wealth’ throughout, and you didn’t know whether you should scream for help or relish the luxury. Perhaps, you could even pretend you owned every belonging despite your poor finance. A little imagination never hurt anyone, no?

A door to your left suddenly opened, snapping you back to reality. Shōto sauntered inside wearing nothing but a towel to cover his lower part, bicolored hair tousled. Your face blanched as you gawked at him, the realization that you’d been sleeping on his room – on his freaking bed – finally settled in. Although you knew that you were just jumping to conclusions, who else was richer anyway? Who else was born from a famous and wealthy family?

“S-Shōto, what–? What am I doing here? Why am I here?! Did I – oh God!” You screeched and pulled your hair in frustration. “I didn’t sleep with you, did I?! Tell me we didn’t. Please!”

He stopped searching for his clothes and turned to face you, wondering the reason why you seemed alarmed around him. Why did it matter if you both slept together? Didn’t you say you loved him? “Technically, yes–”

“What?!”

“But we didn’t have sex.” he continued before you could break down, and the effect of that sentence was powerful enough to elicit an audible sigh of relief from you. Slumping on the white mattress, you clutched your chest to regulate the violent heartbeats.

Cocking his head, Shōto drawled. “We can try if you want.”

“No!” you shouted quickly, hiding your blooming visage with both hands. For as long as you could remember, Shōto never once referred sex, not even a joke. He always looked impassive whenever those raunchy scenes appeared on the TV, or make out. Then again, it was his default face, anyway. Nevertheless, you liked and respected his cute obliviousness and ability to handle erotic things without constantly insinuating them like other males.

However, you tended to forget that he was an adult now, not the awkward teenager you’d first met in high school.

“Why not? We’re lovers, after all.”

You slowly raised your head and blinked dumbly. “What…?”

“Isn’t that why you prayed for someone to kidnap you? So they could take care of you?” he inquired innocently. “I admit, I’m still rather dense to people’s feelings, but your wish has opened my eyes to see beyond the obvious. I felt guilty for being ignorant of your sufferings, so I made it up by moving you to my house. Or, should I say, our house.”

You opened your mouth to say something, anything, but no words managed to leave. On one hand, you were glad that you didn’t have to live in your horrible apartment anymore. But, on the other hand, this was too sudden. Living with your best friend? Wait, no, lover. Did he assume that title after you made your silly wish? But it was just a joke, and besides, you never mentioned dating anyway.

“If something isn’t up to your liking, tell me and we can change it immediately. I want you to be more comfortable here.” Shōto smiled guilelessly, much to your disbelief.

“Shōto, no…” His tender mien morphed into confusion when you shook your head. “I didn’t… I didn’t think about anything when I said that, okay? It was just… it was just bullshit on my part because I was stressed out and–”

“Exactly.” Shōto cut you off and clasped your hands, a gleam of affection flecked his bicolored eyes. “I don’t want you to become more stressed out than necessary, so I decided to remove you from such an environment. After all, as my girlfriend, you deserve only the best in life.”

His reason didn’t make sense to you, but the sincerity behind it was enough to hinder you from speaking once again.

“B-but… what about my job? I need money to live, too.” you finally whispered after a moment of doubtful silence.

Sighing, Shōto patted your crown and smiled. “There’s no need for you to worry about that anymore. I’ve already dealt with it.”

“And what exactly do you mean by ‘dealt with it’?”

“I told your boss you quit.”

Time seemed to slow as your brain processed another bombshell he dropped on you in less than an hour. Once it sunk in, it felt as if the only piece of freedom you had now after moving to his house finally slipped through your fingers and shattered like glass. It wasn’t your favorite job in the world, but the result – your hard work and payment, regardless of how small it was – brought a sense of security and gratification. You hated having to rely on someone financially, because what if they descend to poverty tomorrow?

“You… you can’t do that! My job might be shitty, but it’s everything to me, just like heroism to you!”

“If you hated your job, then why did you devote so much time to it? I thought people would rather avoid such work, or do it poorly.”

“Y-yeah, well, that’s because…” you stammered, trying to elude his piercing gaze. “That’s because for some people… love the feelings it gives. You know, like, personal satisfaction of being paid after working so hard.”

“But your salary sometimes isn’t enough to cover you daily, is it? Especially the rent that seems to rise every month.”

“I-I know that already!” you huffed, scowling. “It’s just… I’m not ready, Shōto. It’s all too sudden for me to comprehend.”

“Well, I’m here, aren’t I?” he murmured, squeezing your shoulders reassuringly. “If it’s money you’re concerned about, rest assured, I’ll bring it to you every day. I may even save some if it’ll be any consolation to you. Your boss clearly didn’t appreciate your hard work, because if he did, he would’ve promoted you or gave you rewards. But he didn’t, and you were still stuck in the same position as years ago.”

Shōto leaned forward and kissed your forehead. “Don’t worry too much, okay? Just enjoy your new life now. All I’m asking is your obedience, that’s all. If you listen to my words, then everything will be okay.”

You stared at him for a moment before sighing in defeat, acknowledging the futility of arguing with him any further. There was something about him that made his logic sounded… infallible, even if you couldn’t fathom it.

Suppressing the triumph that twitched the corner of his lips, Shōto tousled your hair and stood up.

“Now, go take a shower. There’s a place I want us to visit today.”

#yandere bnha #yandere imagine #yandere anime #yandere boku no hero academia #yandere mha au #yandere mha imagines #mha yandere #yandere mha #yandere anime au #anime yandere #anime yandere au #yandere scenario #yandere oneshot #yandere my hero academia #yandere shouto x reader #yandere shoto #yandere shouto #yandere shoto todoroki #Yandere shouto todoroki #Yandere shouto todoroki x reader

[bnhaclaimedmysoul]

how would it be like to go to prom with todoroki?

an anon requested: could you do headcanons for going to prom w todoroki (considering that hypothetically ua had one)? c:

character: todoroki shouto

genre: fluff

note: medusa is back in the game !! sorry i haven’t been active lately, i’ve been stuck on academics but i’m finally back! and yes, i may have gone overboard, but expect more posts from ya girl ♡ 

–– medusa.

todoroki shouto

- would personally think he would plan everything out

- like asking you out and taking you out to the prom

- you two weren’t official during the time, but it was obvious that the two of you were smitten with each other

- everyone knew about it 

- except for the both of you

- it made everyone absolutely sick

- when aizawa first announced the ua’s event for prom, he had immediately cast a not-so-subtle glance to your direction

- boy thinks he’s slick and subtle, but no

- he stares at you for like two minutes, blanking out on whatever aizawa was saying out in the front

- momo has to cough to get him out of it

- while he was in a whole daze, he was thinking of how prom was a sign for him to take his chance and sweep you away

- and it’s all he ever talks about the whole day

- “this has to be a sign right?”

- “todoroki, i asked for what you wanted in the snack bar––”

- it’s all he ever talks about the whole week

- it takes some assurance for him to finally get out of his shell and get his planning into action

- he puts his all into planning

- he likes you, okay? once he’s realized his feelings for you, there’s no backing out now

- prom season is fast approaching and two weeks before the big day, he begins his plan on wooing you

- he’s dead set on really trying to win your heart, so he has the rest of class 1a supporting you

- they go along with the plan, subtly leading you back to the classroom as planned when you find petals around your seat along with a small note atop your desk

- at first, you’re all shocked because what on earth... is this

- but shock melts to a flurry of emotions twisted deep within your gut as soon as you read the note, instructing you to follow the direction of the plucked petals

- so you go on your way out of the classroom only to find a whole pathway laid out for you

- not just petals, but a whole velvet carpet and golden poles to prevent outsiders from messing around with his plan

- everyone is staring in awe, even teachers are all wide-eyed from this whole thing he set up

- the scarlet carpet leads all the way up to the building’s very own roof, and you can’t help but sway back and forth in place, suddenly nervous about meeting god-knows-who set this up

- although you already had an idea of who it was

- as soon as you open the doors to the rooftop, you catch a glimpse of snow white and crimson, split in the middle. guess you were right after all, huh?

- there he was, standing right in the middle of the upper floor, holding a large bouquet of the finest of flowers, your favourite ones catching your eye between the rest

- “did i go a little overboard?”

- “a bit.”

- the colors of his face nearly drop down to the dusted ground of the rooftop until you take it back

- “but you can make up for it when i say ‘yes’.”

- he has to blink several times before realizing you had agreed to his proposal– even before he had asked!

- “wait– so... prom? you’ll be my date?”

- “of course, i will. it’s you, after all.”

- honey, if you think the pampering stops there, you’re dead wrong

- it’s almost as if he’s courting you, no joke

- people keep asking if you two are dating, and as much as you wish it were true, you weren’t

- at least not yet

- when the day arrives, todo can barely keep his eyes off of you

- you two agree to head to the held venue at around six in the evening, giving you two around three hours to prepare

- boi goes off, not gonna lie

- he wants to impress you in the best way possible, so he dresses up for the night in an expensive tux from bottega veneta

- which isn’t quite a surprise because he holds endeavor’s credit card

- man’s gotta dress well for his date

- probably heads down fifteen minutes before, hanging around the entrance to wait for you so the both of you can make your entrance together

- once he sees you in your attire, he can’t help but gaze in awe

- he’s totally put into a trance because holy shit, you looked ethereal with your fine garments

- everyone notices the way his eyes gleam a little more that night along with the slight smile he held on his visage

- “shall we?” questioned he, arm outstretched for you take

- it’s a miracle he isn’t shaking from how enchanted he was under your hold

- the whole night, he holds you close and asks if you’re doing alright

- like if you needed a drink, if you were feeling alright, if you were tired or not

- all those questions, he never really got to ask if you wanted to dance

- when he does though, it would be when the music decided to die down and give way to a much more slower pace

- he would gather the courage to finally stand, look you in the eye and ask if you wanted to dance

- if you were to oblige, he would be the happiest man in the world

- he would take your hand, quietly ask if it were okay if the other would take your waist

- he would only do it if you were comfortable with it

- and if you were, he would nod, the other hand taking place around your waist as the both of you swayed to the gentle melody resonating across the dimly lit venue

- in that moment, the night solely belonged to the both of you, slow dancing to the beat of a song that only served as a background for the moment you shared

- “why ask me?”

- “because i like you.”

- and once the words leave his lips, his shoulders are lifted from the weight of his feelings

- "and you agreed to be my date because...?”

- “i like you too.”

- the two of your frames had huddled in closer during your dance, noses brushing as the both of you relished in the fleeting moment of just the two of you under fluorescent lights

- because no one else mattered in the sea of people, not when both of your hearts pattered to the same rhythm and meaning

- so you remained close, close enough for both of your lips to fall upon each other for a brief moment or two 

- or until aizawa had to pull the two of you to a significant distance given that it was a school program

- so much for prom, huh?

#todoroki shouto #todoroki shouto x reader #todoroki shouto fluff #todoroki shouto headcanons #todoroki shouto scenarios #todoroki x reader #todoroki fluff #todoroki headcanons #todoroki scenarios #bnha x reader #bnha fluff #bnha scenarios #bnha headcanons #mha x reader #mha fluff #mha headcanons #mha scenarios

[monst]

Short Stories

These are a couple of lengthy fic’s I’m working on!

Strip Tease 

How could you say no? Your friends had been planning this for weeks to bail at the last minute seemed almost preposterous! 

You were beginning to regret it. The night was exactly as you predicted. Grey. Everything was grey these days. Not even the strobe lights of the club could bring color to your life. That was until the next dancer was announced. You’ve never seen such a vibrant color in your life. Such a beautiful color it was. Blistering, passionate, full of life, full of new sensations and experiences. How ironic that the color that seemed to bleed back into your sight was a fiery red.

Stripper Kirishima x Reader

Carpophorus 

Why was fate so cruel? Just when you were thriving, just as you finally made a name for yourself. Hell you were finally living ‘lavishly’ you finally had a select clientele. You could only blame your greed. Had you not suggested your last customer to recommend you to his boss… You could regret it all you want but it didn’t stop you from having to fulfill your role. After all you were already paid for……

    And you shuddered to think of what would become of you had you refused the beastly man service... 

Gladiator (.............) x Prostitute reader  (I figured it shouldn’t be Shiggy. I’m thinking of someone else for this role.) 

Weightless 

You didn’t know what on earth possessed you do this but there was no going back. The first time you saw him gliding through the air was the first time you had your breath taken away from you. He was graceful, strong and beautiful. You wanted to reach out and join him. To feel as weightless as he looked as he swung from fabric to fabric. If you could only catch his eye then maybe, just maybe you could fly too.

Acrobat Aizawa x Reader

The shadow of Envy. 

Who the fuck was that slut?! You couldn’t help the frightening expression on your face. Your teeth grinding in anger. The vibe’s you were giving off could scare off hyena’s but, you didn’t care. He was yours, yours to love, yours to hold, yours to talk to and, this bitch had no business chatting him up! Did you have to mark him up so that people would get a clue?? Maybe.. Maybe he needed to be taught who he belonged to. That way he could tell all those thots, from his own lips who owned him.

Yagi x Reader

All of them will be done eventually but, Stripper Kirishima won! Definitely doing Gladiator Shiggy soon tho.....

Like flowers we bloom

      “Oh ghastly soul that peers longingly into my eyes pray tell why your features familiar seem? Are thou the visage of death? Is this not but a looking glass?” The sigh the man heaved was akin to that of a weary elder nearing their eternal rest. One could say that the young man was dancing by with the pale beauty by the swallow look of his flesh. “Sun! Why do you hide from me?” He sighed stretching a pale limb out of the window and into the glow of the moon. 

       He longed to feel the caress of the wind against his skin. To breath the lovely perfume of the roses planted below. Curse his fragile health! Curse this luxurious prison. And curse these words! No.. Not the words. Curse everything but the words. They were his only solace. The tap against the glass of his window brought him out of his melancholy. And a smile touched his pale lips as he pushed the glass open. Long fingers grasped the wooden basket. The gifter of the basket was shrouded in the darkness of the garden but he made out a wave. 

       Perhaps not all aspects of his life were bleak. And when his tired eyes caught sight of the red bloom by his friends’ letter he couldn’t help but think of her. Yes. He’ll think of you. 

Poet! Shinsou x Reader.  

The sound of healing

      Curiosity. It was human nature to be curious. Curiosity is what drives us to explore, learn and create. It rouses us from sleep and carries us down the corridor in the deep night when we hear a queer bump. It was what had you trekking towards the sound coming from deep within the woods. The melody enthralled you and despite the pain numbing your leg you pressed forward. 

     Beautiful. Both the graceful creature and the divine tune. How sad, You lamented your ill placed step; the shuffling starling the magical creature before you. Ivory skin paled as his sparkling eyes caught yours and with impressive speed he ran away. Your pulled your hand back towards your body as you had reached out in vain to stop him. You made no move to follow him. But that didn’t stop you from returning time and time again.

Cervitaur! Amajiki Tamaki x Veteran! Reader.

Wings that don’t spread

     Fate had led the two of you here. It was undoubtedly fate, as the both of you had been dropped off on different ends of the island. You weren’t happy to see a demi-god but you preferred him over whatever else was lurking in the tall hedges. “You failure of a god!” You yelled. His golden eyes widened in panic his skin kissed hands covering your mouth. “Are you mad!?” he whispered. “Speak louder and the creature will find us. Ouch.” He nursed his bitten hand and held his glare. 

     “You have wings yet don’t fly. admit it you’re cursed! That’s why your in the Minotaur’s maze.” You accused. “And what of you huh? You must have done something real bad mortal. It hasn’t even been seven years.” “S-Shut up.” “Oh no your not gonna turn this around-” Your hands were at his mouth “Shut it bird man. D-do you hear that?” 

Hermes! Takami Keigo x Reader

Test subject 315

      “So there going to pay you for this right?” 

      “Yeah, it’s just thirty days and we can quit the experiment whenever we want.”

      “I dunno (Name) it sounds sketchy.”

      “You watch to many movies. This is a real doctor and there are no risks, I already checked this out. Besides plenty of other people will be there too. And I’ll have my phone and I gave you the number of the facility.”

     “There are other ways to make money (Name) You don’t have to be some guinea pig for Dr. Shino”

      “Shinsou, Dr. Shinsou Hitoshi PHD in psychology and He’s got a MBA in pharmaceutical science. He checks out. Okay. I’m all packed remember to feed Niko.” 

Dr. Shinsou Hitoshi x reader

Not all that glitters

      ‘Be wary of those who offer free council and teachings’

        Pale red eyes gazed into your petrified eyes. “Leave.” He frowned. “W-wait! W-what are you?” “Dead.” He answered lifting up his shirt to allow you to see his ribs. A shiver racked your body when you realized that pale blue color of his lips wasn’t a flashy tint. “Y-You mean like for real?”

         He rolled his eyes and you shrieked when one of the ruby orbs popped out of his skull and landed in front of you. You were freaking out. You were speaking to a corpse a literal corpse! You were frightened but very excited. “I can’t believe it worked! I’m bound to become the greatest sorceress ever! Uh h-here’s your eye.” You cringed handing the vermilion orb back to the man. 

       “All you did was pull me up.” He scoffed. “And I’ll be pulled back down any second now.” “W-wait! No I need the-Ah!”

 ‘For there is always a price to pay’ 

‘Corpse Birde’ Shigaraki Tomura x reader. 

Tales of Velosa

Fae Shouto 

Wendigo Bakugou 

Naga Monoma

Elf Chisaki

Western story ft Dabi

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Morality

"The weariest and most loathed worldly life

That age, ache, penury and imprisonment

Can lay on nature is a paradise

To what we fear of death." - Sir William Shakespeare "Measure for Measure" Act3, Scene1

Villan Shoto x Reader based off this quote.

Horror story ft Tokoyami fumikage

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Finding mother

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Dad, Bakugou x reader

#yagi toshinori #bnha smut #shigaraki x reader #shigaraki smut #aizawa shouta #aizawa smut #aizawa x reader #shigaraki tomura #eijirou kirishima #kirishima x reader #kirishima smut #toshinori x reader #bnha #bnha lemon

[project-ohagi]

Shouto Todoroki x Reader

Buy me a coffee!! <3

[SPOILER ALERT FOR POSSIBLE SPOILERS]

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The power pirouetting through your veins seemingly had very few limitations. A difficult one to combat, however, was extreme heat - the kind produced by a certain asymmetrical boy from Class A. Needless to say, you weren't thrilled to be fighting him today. It was an opportunity for joint training between classes A and B, but you, much like Monoma, were far from a worshipper of your rivals. With every fibre of your being, you detested them, for no greater reason than they always stole the spotlight.

Especially that damned Shouto Todoroki.

Gods, how you loathed him. That couldn't have possibly been an elaborate cover for your unrelenting affections. Nope, not at all! Giggling like a love-struck...like a champion, you prepared yourself to fight - to show Class A exactly why you were so worthy. And overall, to prove that you were capable of controlling your emotions - those stupid, insignificant feelings holding your heart captive. You had a unique quirk, and you were going to flaunt it. Who knows, maybe that dense boy would finally acknowledge you as a threat?...Or a lover? You berated your mind in silence, to save Monoma catching on. He, of all people, couldn't ever figure out your dirty little secret. He would be horrified, and he'd likely shun you for the rest of eternity.

Are you ready to lose, peasants?

The threat of abandonment by your classmates stopped you from ever articulating your burning desire to transfer into Class A. You simply couldn't help it! It contradicted everything you said, but they were certainly the superior class - they had Shouto Todoroki, for gods' sake! Not only that, but during the Sports Festival, Class A absolutely demolished everybody else! You hadn't even managed to secure a place in the Top Three, and your power was unrivalled!

Okay, maybe 'unrivalled' is a big too egotistical...but it is a dope quirk.

The signal echoed, and the training began in full. You expected it to be intense, especially considering who you were paired against. Though, from what you had observed, Todoroki usually prioritised his ice over fire, so you prayed that your defences would hold. You reminded yourself not to rely on such tactless stalking, but you never listened.

(Y/n)? Yeah, she's an idiot.

Drawing upon the movements and abilities of characters from the Marvel Cinematic Universe, you created protective shields and used incredible speed to dodge your opponents. The intricacies of your quirk were as follows: you could, essentially, imagine things into existence, but only by witnessing them in action. Thus, dusting up on your Marvel films every once in a while wasn't a bad shout. It served as a wonderful confusion for the target, as they tried to comprehend the magnitude of the situation. You were able to use multiple powers at once, but your favourite (and the model for your main costume) was Pepper Potts' Rescue suit. You donned it now, shooting repulsors from your hands. This seemed to dazzle Tenya Iida the most, but he was gaining speed quickly. You were faster, and shot at one of the metal beams above his head. It fell, trapping him underneath. Thankfully, it was quite hollow, so it wouldn't injure him too badly.

"Good going, (Y/n)!" Kendo cried, using her own quirk to block the path your team was taking.

That isn't the extent of my power, Class A. If I can just get close enough to one of them, without being caught myself...I could use a sling ring to drop them into that cage...

It was a risky proposition, yes, but perhaps you could isolate that bi-coloured boy. You didn't particularly favour the idea of battling against him one-on-one, because he could easily freeze your suit. But...your repulsors could probably fix that issue with ease. However...using the sling ring would require the removal of the Rescue suit...but you could always switch to the Venom Symbiote. Todoroki's fire would cause some complications, but you doubted he would utilise it too much - he was still unsure about it, even succeeding the Sports Festival. You hastily mentioned the plan to Kendo, who agreed with it, purely on the basis of trust. She understood how you operated, better than anyone in the class, and you were tough.

Really tough.

The Rescue suit seemed to melt off your body as you changed. You secured the sling ring on your finger, and headed for your prey. With heightened senses, you picked him out in no time, flinging yourself around the steady beams like a professional gymnast. In this state, your strength, speed and agility were enhanced, so catching anyone off-guard was a piece of cake. But...the cake is often a lie. Somehow, he noticed you. Was he expecting such an ambush? He was alone, cornered, but maintained an expressionless visage. Honestly, your heart was fluttering, but you couldn't let it trip you up. Your team needed this victory, not least of all to quell Monoma's growing envy. Once more invoking the powers of Dr Strange, this time his telekinetic prowess, you threw nearby objects into him, hoping to obscure his line of vision, or cause some physical damage. He became occupied, flames licking the projectiles. Some of them he froze.

Still, you couldn't close in.

Well, this is more annoying than I had anticipated. What should I use next...?

"Just throw one of those big-ass beams at his head, (Y/n)!" A voice yelled from the distance, obviously making no effort to aid in your struggle.

Monoma.

You really weren't in the mood for this.

A response was growled out. "Say it with a little less venom, and I might be inclined to comply."

Your opponent raised a hand to his chin, half wondering why the onslaught had ceased, half looking on in confusion. "...Was that a bad pun?"

[Word Count: 968]

#bnha #bnha x reader #shouto todoroki x reader #todoroki x reader #bnha todoroki #marvel #neito monoma #my hero academia imagines #thoughts are in italics

[bnhascenario]

I really love your stories. They really make my day. If its not too much trouble could you maybe do a todoroki x reader story?? Because hes so quiet, maybe him confesisng Something that he wouldnt usually tell someone. And could involve his scar, leading to them kissing his scar??

Thank you so much that makes me so happy, I hope you continue to enjoy them!^^ I changed up the plot a little bit, hope you don’t mind TT

~~~

“I’m sorry.”

He could vaguely discern the movement of your head raising with hesitation from the corner of his eyes, perceptively feeling your gaze lingering on his frame without having to look.

The gesture wasn’t reciprocated however; his heterochromatic orbs lay fixated at the sight of his clothed lap, absent-mindedly observing the actions of his own slender fingers fidgeting about together for no particular reason.

Perhaps he felt cold?

No—that was such a poor excuse of a blatant lie. With the way his quirk operated, it was physically impossible for him to feel uncomfortable in such setting of weather.

Still, he definitely felt uneasy. With a soft exhale he watched the visible escaping of breath release into the chilly atmosphere, taking note of the abnormal shakiness in his respire.

How strange.

“Because I’m not good at talking, because I’m the way I am—I have a hard time conveying what I want to say properly without hurting others.”

Despite taking note of your position subconsciously shifting towards him as he spoke, he remained adamant in avoiding your unrelenting gaze.

He was well aware just how headstrong and direct you were in confronting things: afterall, he admired you greatly for possessing these very traits, for being someone he would never even dream of coming close to.

Right, like parallel lines—regardless of your physical intimacy and resolute efforts, there would always be a definite distance that would inevitably cut in.

“So, I’m sorry.”

An unsympathetic, cruel space he could never hope to get past, no matter how hard he tried.

“...I don’t think, I don’t think I can make you happy-“

He hadn’t even noticed the motions of your limbs nearing until the sensation of warm hands cupping his delicate visage with firm resolution overwhelmed his form, forcing him to finally addressing you for the first time.

How strange, that uneasy feeling—

Like magic, it had disappeared without a trace.

“You idiot!!”

The male flinched instinctively, startled at the unfamiliar sound of your raised voice—and yet as if in a trance, he wanted desperately for you to continue

“I can’t believe you would think that. Why would you make such a conclusion all by yourself like that?”

It was as if he couldn’t speak, much less retort to any of your words; the only thing he was capable of at the moment was to feel the tender stroke of your fingers caressing his features, his posture instinctively tensing up as they brushed against his scar.

It wasn’t that he hated your touch, in fact—he very much liked it.

It was that you were the very person he was wanted so dearly to hide his unsightly, left side from.

But, you were not pulling away. Instead, you only inched closer, directing your straightforward and earnest sincerity exclusively to him, and him alone.

“I can’t be happy if you’re not not there. Todoroki-Kun—no, Shouto, I like you because you are the way you are.”

Maybe he was wrong—that the dividing gap in his relationship with you could indeed be filled.

Not alone, but together.

His vision was growing blurry, an uncomfortable sting in his nose further warning him of developing tears that threatened to fall.

He wouldn’t even attempt at using the embarrassingly lame excuse of cold weather he had previously considered.

“...Together.”

Right, even though everything had been so unclear, he could now see an answer to all of his doubts.

“I want to be together with you too, (y/n).”

How very strange.

#boku no hero academia #bnha #scenarios #x-reader #confession

[e1ana]

yall mfs like robots??

am write and decided to do something that goes beep boop boop

obvi its still not fleshed out but i wanted to dip my toes into writing tododeku? i mean it’s one of my favorite ships of all time and i still haven’t done anything for it, shame on me.

basically shouto be an engineer at his fatheres company, and deku be the beep-boop machine he makes. i honestly have no clue what direction it’ll go in lol. we’ll see. heres a little baby pee at what i have so far.

Shouto runs his hand over the flexible rubber one last time, reveling in the distinct skin-like texture of it. It’s not warm and no pulse thrums underneath it, but it feels human enough.

He. He feels human enough. His pride and joy, the result of a complex AI he’d been developing for over a decade. Pre-programmed with basic knowledge - how to read, how to write, how to learn, and most importantly, how to feel. Years and years of fine tuning the code, finally made into a material thing. 

The form of a young man, presumably around Shouto’s own age. Data taken from surveys about the most conventionally attractive male attributes. Curly hair, green of his own courtesy. Large green eyes and soft cheeks that melt into a strong jawline. A muscular build, but not overly so. Just below the average height, standing at 5 feet and 6 inches tall. A bright smile that would learn to show itself in a few hours. In all senses of the word, his project - this man, this being he’s created - is perfect. Maybe a bit plain looking, but perfect. 

Shouto types, fingers flying over the keyboard as he finalizes the last few lines of code. He takes a steadying breath before finally running the program and bringing the machine to life. Its - his - eyes open slowly, blinking as the sensors adjust to the overwhelming fluorescent lighting of the room. He lifts both arms, then both legs, then turns its head side to side and takes in the surroundings. His mouth gapes open and closed like a fish.

“Hello,” Shouto says.

and some shitty dad angst >:(

“Stupid,” Enji hisses. Izuku feels his hot breath against his cheek with the new nerve endings. “Stupid fucking machine!”

Izuku’s head snaps to the side, a searing hot and uncomfortable pressure slamming across his cheek. This is not how he wanted to break in his new nervous system. He stumbles backwards and grips his cheek, gasping and blinking quickly. A large hand grips his hair, pulling him forward and to Enji’s eye level.

“You have no purpose. You exist simply to exist. My son could have developed life saving technology, but he wasted his time on a goddamn useless robot!”

Izuku scrabbles at his hand but only receives a kitchen counter in his stomach. His head swims with pain. He’s sure that if he could cry, his face would be covered in slobber. Despite his best efforts to squirm away or fight back, Enji is far heavier than he is. Hard arms keep him pinned against the counter with his cheek flush to the cold table, fuel slowly leaking onto the table from his cracked visage. Izuku panics, scrambling to find a weak spot in Enji’s grip. Enji’s hands squeeze at his neck, searching for the charging port.

“Shouto! Shouto!” Izuku’s never heard his voice so high pitched. He didn’t think that was possible.

“Shut the fuck up! Gonna have to fill this up with water, fuck the circut up… or i could just break you like the scrap metal you are.”

“Shouto!”

Izuku’s lucky that Enji is as inebriated as he his - the man can’t seem to maneuver his thick fingers into the hidden flap beneath skin. Izuku’s cries rise in pitch and urgency as Enji tugs at the serration. He’s properly screaming now, the nerves in his throat burning every time he lets out another yell.

The fossit of the sink turns on, and Izuku’s heart drops into his feet. Oh, oh god, he’s actually going to die like this. With his neck held under the water and his body thrashing violently as he short circuits. Will it hurt? Will his new system pick up on the electricity flooding his insides? Will it hurt to fry from the inside out?

tell me if she’s tasty, are yall feeling well fed? i hope so :) i wanna finish it completely (or mostly) before i post it, so here’s hoping to sometime in maybe late-ish spring

#e1ana #e1anawrites #e1ana's fic #bnha #bnha fanfiction #tododeku #androids #enji todoroki #shouto todoroki #midoriya izuku #little beep boop bean time :) #he dont know anyyyyything

[unrequited-rivalry]

Always have a designated driver for the ice-sled.

#shouto todoroki #natsuo todoroki #touya todoroki #family album #sibling drama #visage of my own; shouto #unseen strength; natsuo #lost legacy; touya #they went out for birthday drinking and ‘drove’ home #they did not have fun when mom and dad caught up with them #;sketchbook

[andypantsx3]

Hello hello! I'd like to request a pairing, please! I'm v focused on self care and taking care of myself (along with my friends lol, I'm the person who usually reminds people to take their meds.) Typically reserved, I've been told I seem like I have my shit together/have a charismatic disposition towards others ^^ I prefer staying in my own social circles, though I'm definitely open to meeting new people through mutual friends! (I suppose a fun fact is that I get sugar rushes easily, meaning that I usually fall asleep after going out for sweets fdshjli-)

I love skincare more than I should lol. Whether it be bingeing videos by chemists/cosmetic chemists or looking into a company's product, I tend to be picky when it comes to beauty products ^^; Other times I love writing snippets of horror/original content (typically leaning in the fantasy genre), or cooking (I love trying out a new recipe every week). Photography is a hobby I indulge in from time to time as well- I adore capturing something mortal in a single photo- there's something romantic about an item/person's visage being preserved for years. Sketching botany has been something I've grown invested in recently, it's v soothing! My passion for Victorian flower symbolism's helped fuel this as well ^^ Speaking of which, my favorite flower (atm) is probably the orchid (elegance, beauty) or gladiolus (You pierce my heart)!

(I don't really have a no for chars either, feel free to ship me with whomever you please <3)

Omg you're so difficult because I feel like you're too good for all these boys lmao.

I'm thinking Prince Shouto from in cinders for you! It's good that you have your shit together because you're going to need it to be a princess. You sound like a romantic at heart, someone who watches out for their friends and prioritizes their needs like the reader from in cinders. You'd work well with him as you're both introverted, but open enough and caring enough that you can talk to the people you need to. And while he's happy to teach his love interest new things, it sounds like you, too, have a lot that you could teach him in return.

#garbage fest 2022 #garbage fest ships

[naturalbrutality]

   Idly switching between straight up chickening out and subtle bursts of confidence Bakugou would find himself nearly going mad over something so trivial. In the end he’d gone with his default option, a stark black tie and whatever Kirishima had to lend him. Which, in turn was a nicely pressed suit that accented his own natural tones. A stubborn yet irritable curse would fall from stress curved lips until he finally said FUCK IT. Scooping up a clear plastic case he’d throw all caution to the wind by kicking his room’s door open knowing there’d be no looking back now.   Polished and pristine dress shoes would rhythmically clack as Bakugou turned down hallways, ready to beat the shit out of anyone who inquired about his sudden interest int he social event. Systematically stopping midway through the expectedly empty common room the brute would find a ... a clearly over dressed and dare say devilishly handsome Shouto laying in wait.   He actually.....accepted? Dodging the blonde for what felt like a week only indicated rejection in Katsuki’s eyes but there he was. No need for hunting down or threatening, just...right there.

    “Tch-....“

  The older would refrain from allowing a pleasantly surprised smile so dauntingly tugging at the corner of his usually scowled lips from showing before shoving a traditional boutonnière at his chest. Within the plastic cover revealed a simple tiger lily, some thing his mother thought would brighten up the explosive teen’s potential date. Perhaps make him think fondly of her son after, if said night went without a hitch that is. And in that carmine’s would quickly fall to his date’s striking yet debonair visage.    He did something different with his hair...his style. It all looked so foreign but curved to the younger’s physical appeal with ease. A cough would clear the brute’s fleeting thoughts before he managed a raspen demand.    “Well, you just gonna sit there and look pretty? Stand the hell up so i can pin it to your lapel Half N’ Half. We’re gonna be late.“

@heterochromatica​

        -NOT MY ART, DO NOT REBLOG OR REPOST-

#[x]found on google; #[x]let me know if artist is found for proper tagging; #[x]here we fuckin go #MHA Valentines Dance #heterochromatica

[izukusensei]

what spring does with the cherry trees (part i)

Midoriya Izuku has been away from Yuuei for five years now, a boy when he left, a man now grown. Since then, Izuku’s father has sadly passed on, his mother long since gone, and instead of staying in Rome with his step-brother and wife, he decides to return to Yuuei, welcomed without question into the Todoroki household.

There, he meets Bakugou Katsuki, Todoroki Enji's champion gladiator.

author: izukusensei pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x Midoriya Izuku word count: 2k+ warnings: gladiator au, smut, violence, slavery, character death

i. 

"How you must have suffered getting accustomed to me, my savage, solitary soul, my name that sends them all running..."

Sword meets spear, steel against unyielding steel, sending a symphony of sparks flying from both men’s weapons and onto the sands. Izuku can feel the roar of the crowd around the pulvinus where he sits, the vibrations finding haven in his otherwise motionless body, creeping its way through his heart like desire. But even still, the sound of steel rings in his ears, drowning out all other noises of the arena until all he can hear is sword against spear against shield.

The day is growing late, coloring the sky with a deep magenta glow that signals the approaching dusk. Though the sun is slowly descending, the heat still lays on him like a blanket, surrounding him, warming his already overheated skin as he absentmindedly call for wine.

Izuku startles when he feels a hand at his shoulder. His thoughts have been intent on the games, but now free from his reverie, he looks up at his godfather and accepts the glass offered to him.

“You have never before been so captivated by the games,” Enji says to him, obviously pleased at the revelation, the changes that he sees in the young man after being gone for so long.

Izuku has been at school and away from Yuuei for five years now, a boy when he left, a man now grown. His best friend and godbrother, Shouto, had left at the same time, as boys of a certain age and status do when the time comes. Since then, Izuku’s father has sadly passed on, his mother long since gone, and instead of staying in Rome with his step-brother and wife, he decided to return to Yuuei, welcomed without question into the Todoroki household.

Shouto had decided not to return, staying instead with his own mother to care for her once she was dismissed from his father’s home. Izuku would miss his childhood friend, and although Shouto vowed never to return to Yuuei, he promised that they would never be too long away from one another.  

Being Shouto’s friend, and spending so much time at the Todoroki Villa, Izuku was well acquainted gladiators and what the sport entails. As a child, Izuku could barely stomach the gladiatorial games, disgusted at the senseless killing, the bloodshed. The skill that the warriors possessed, that he was intrigued by, studying them as they trained in the practice field below the Todoroki Villa balcony. But the idea of forcing someone to kill for sport, that his younger self could not bear.

“I have only now realized their appeal,” Izuku admits to his godfather before taking a sip of his wine.

Admittedly, it is not the games themselves that he has learned to favor, but the gladiators who fought in them. More precisely, one gladiator in particular who is putting on quite an impressive show at the moment, leaving Izuku fixed on the edge of his chair.

The gladiator’s hard body shines radiant beneath the Roman sun, so much that Izuku believes that he must have been sculpted from bronze, carved with thoughtful, meticulous strokes, lovingly crafted by the gods themselves. He is made of strong lines and chiseled plains, wide shoulders tapered down to a slender waist. Powerful arms, stronger legs, a graceful jaw paired with eyes like jewels and lips like sin.

Bakugou Katsuki is the most glorious being that Izuku has ever seen.

“A spectacle isn’t it?” Enji asks his godson. “Bakugou is well versed in pleasing the crowd.”

“Well versed, indeed,” Izuku replies, though he is not so joyous.

The thought of this match has plagued him since news of it. Bakugou and the undefeated Champion of Yuuei fighting sine missione – to the death. It was enough to reduce him to tremors and sleepless nights. But now, seeing the two gladiators before Izuku, his nerves quickly fade, leaving only longing in their wake.

Bakugou owns the arena – the sand beneath his feet, the swords in his hands, the crowds clamoring around him. His opponent will soon be his too. The day will be won, and he will be the city’s new champion.

Bakugou side steps his opponent’s attack, leaving the beaten and bloodied man sprawled upon the ground. He quickly recovers, though, and lunges for Bakugou who evades the sword meant to pierce his stomach and bends beneath the weapon. He then lands a blow to his attacker’s back, once more sending him to the sand.

Bakugou’s laugh finds its way up to the pulvinus, wrapping around Izuku like a tangible thing.  He has heard Bakugou speak in the ludus, instructing his fellow gladiators with the right combination of firm demands and helpful guidance. He has heard his voice during practice spars, taunting his opponent with harsh but playful banter. He has dreamed of his voice, of Bakugou whispering in his ear as he thrusts inside of him, passionate words made rough and thick as gravel. Izuku believed that even if he were deaf to everything but the gladiator’s voice, still he would be a contented man.

“Does your gladiator fear nothing?” Izuku asks of your godfather, never taking his eyes off the man in question.

“Bakugou is fear!” Enji says to him. “See how the Champion of Yuuei quivers before him!”

And how Izuku quivers, too, now that he can share in his godfather’s mirth, for he spoke the truth. Not but minutes after his declaration, the once champion’s head rolls upon the sands, his body dropping to the ground. Izuku cannot suppress the smile that blooms upon his face as Bakugou’s name echoes through the air, a steady throb trembling throughout the amphitheater, not so different from the one forming between his thighs.

“A celebration is in order!” Enji announces, once back at the villa. “The House of Todoroki will be on every tongue in Yuuei!”

Izuku smiles at his godfather’s rejoicing. A celebration was in order, indeed. Bakugou’s victory in the arena has turned the incessant fire within him into an inferno, not easily quenched nor sated. The flames lick at his flesh, heating his body with a sultry blush, so much that he fears his godfather will feel the warmth radiating from his skin.

“Truly this has been a most joyous day,” Izuku replies, “but I believe it is time for me to retire for the evening. The hour grows late, and I am weary from such blessed excitement.”

“May you have peace in this night of celebration,” Enji’s newest wife, Narumi says. “Surely the men in the ludus are commemorating their house’s victory tonight as well. I pray the noise does not resonate too loudly in your chambers.”

Izuku gives the woman a courteous smile. “A discomfort born free from grievance. The Champion of Yuuei must be honored accordingly, on this a most splendid day.”

Izuku inclines his head in acknowledgment, then turns, as if heading off to his chambers. Before he can go too far, he stops stops to look at his godfather and his wife once more. “And what of our champion?” Izuku contemplates. “Surely he should be properly rewarded for his showing in the arena.”

“All the wine he could ask for,” Narumi replies. “I’m sure the others will see that his glass stays overflowing.”

“And women!” Enji says, then turns to his body slave. “See that his bed is overflowing as well!”

“Preparations would have to be made for a whore befitting his new station,” Narumi explains. “For tonight, wine will suffice.”

Izuku pauses to feign thought for a moment before speaking. “I could send my slave, Hiroshi, to pleasure your champion. Surely a tribute such as he would be most welcome, yet untouched as he is.”

Enji gives his son a curious look, jaw set stiff as if on the verge of declining, when Narumi says, “A generous offer, Izuku. Someone will be sent to prepare your slave immediately.”

“Oh! There will be no need,” Izuku replies, before Enji can speak a word. He looks over at his slave, Hiroshi, whose expression is veiled, but Izuku knows that he will be chided once in the privacy of his own quarters. He is in no mood for a lecture, but he knows that the outcome will be well worth it.

Izuku turns to his godfather, concealing excitement beneath a nonchalant demeanor. “I will see to Hiroshi’s preparations.”

“Do you think this wise?”

Izuku turns and considers his companion. “And of what do you speak?” he asks with mock curiosity.

Hiroshi scowls at him, and in turn, Izuku can’t keep the smile from his face. He begins to remove his jewels as he awaits an answer.

“You think me so dense I cannot see through your schemes?” Hiroshi asks of him. “I am quite aware you won’t be sending me to the gladiator this night. You plan to go in my stead.”

Izuku lets out a small laugh, quirking one arched brow. “You know me well.”

He does. He knows Izuku better than anyone else, and though Izuku is younger than Hiroshi is, he has known no one longer. And though Hiroshi is, strictly speaking, Izuku’s slave, he has a deeper connection with no one else.

The two of them share a similar visage, as well. Lips akin to one another, eyes both of identical shape and emerald green color. They both have a constellation of freckles across their faces, but where Hiroshi’s skin is a sun-kissed bronze, Izuku’s is more pale, but quickly darkening now that he’s back under the Yuuei sun.

The most obvious distinction is their hair - Hiroshi’s is black as obsidian, where Izuku’s is black as well, with hints of green like scales shimmering in the light. They’re both beautiful in their own right and obviously quite similar to those who regard the two only in passing. Some people do dare remark on how Hiroshi favors Izuku, while most stay silent, all obviously aware of his father’s indiscretion.

But to Izuku, Hiroshi is his closest companion. His slave only by birth and custom. He knows the only difference between the two is their mother’s stations, and for a purpose unknown, the gods have seen it fit to bless Izuku with a proper Roman birth. Regardless, Hiroshi is his brother, and were it that their roles were switched, Izuku knows that Hiroshi would treat him similarly.

“You worry for nothing,” Izuku reassure him, but Hiroshi merely shakes his head and begins to assist in undressing his companion. “Do not be so sullen.”

Hiroshi throws his hands up with a sigh and moves away from Izuku. “We could be caught,” he tries to explain, but his concern falls on deaf ears. “We are not children anymore, Izuku. Were we caught, our actions would have consequences.”

Izuku groans in irritation as he removes his clothes and launches the bundled fabric at Hiroshi. “I will cover my hair,” Izuku assures him. “I will cast my eyes downward. If someone comes to you, you will merely feign sleep. ‘Tis a simple task, carried out time and time over.”

“And what of you?” Hiroshi asks, walking the clothes to the closet. “You could be hurt! He is a gladiator and a volatile one at that! He put a man to grass today!”

“And how I trembled as he did!” Izuku replies, smiling at Hiroshi through his vanity mirror’s reflection. Hiroshi begins to take the plaits down the other man’s hair and Izuku furrows his brow at his agitated expression. “Would you deny me my one desire?” Izuku continues, pouting.

“Your one desire?” Hiroshi asks, incredulous. “Never have you desired only one thing. You are a greedy boy and the gladiator will quench your thirst for now, but then eyes will be set upon new conquest. When you have your fill you will leave him as you do all things.”

“No,” Izuku responds, appalled. “No, never. If he were mine, I would never see him from my arms.” His eyes twinkle with mischief as he smirks. “Or my ass.”

“The mouth on you!” Hiroshi gasps. “Just because you seek to lay with a savage doesn’t mean that you have to behave as such.”

Izuku huffs in displeasure. “Bakugou is no savage!”

“And you know this how?” Hiroshi asks and Izuku feels his cheeks heating at the words yet unspoken, knowing how they will sound in the ears of his companion. His thoughts will seem naïve, childlike, but they are so heavy on his tongue that he must speak them anyway.

“His eyes,” Izuku says. “The depths in which are more burning, more crimson, than any flame I’ve ever seen. How I long to gaze into them as he touches me, his war-hardened hands gripping my flesh. His voice deep and low in my ear.”

“You talk as if in love!” Hiroshi says, clucking.

“Nearly so,” Izuku replies.

“You have yet to even share words with the man,” Hiroshi says, “and now you make declarations of love.”

Izuku doesn’t respond, not quite knowing what to say, so in the silence, Hiroshi leaves him to disappear into his adjoining room and then returns with a handful of folded clothes.

“Will this suffice?” he asks, unfolding the stola and holding it up for Izuku to see.

It is something Hiroshi has not worn in ages, too small and too short, but perfect for Izuku and his purpose. Izuku takes the stola and drapes the soft fabric over one shoulder and wraps it around his waist, letting it fall high on his thighs. He cinches it with a belt of woven gold thread and tassels, then slides his feet into Hiroshi’s sandals.

“Come,” Hiroshi beckons and then he dabs scented oil onto Izuku’s skin where Bakugou might linger – behind his ears, in the hollow of his throat. He removes the small, golden collar from his own neck and places it around Izuku’s.

“Should I mark your skin as well?” Hiroshi asks sarcastically, eyeing his companion’s bare ankle. Hiroshi’s own bares the Midoriya family mark, permanently tattooed to distinguish him as a slave.

“That seems a bit unnecessary,” Izuku replies, smirking at Hiroshi as he places a thin veil over his hair. “The marks he will leave on my body will be well worn.”

Hiroshi rolls his eyes as Izukue stands tall, looks at him, waits for his impression. “Do I look a slave?” he asks.

“No,” Hiroshi replies. “You look a Roman in slave’s clothing. As always.”

Izuku smiles. “For tonight, it will do.”

#bnha #bakugou katsuki #midoriya izuku #bakudeku #my hero academia

[palerosetumbles]

Who’s ready for an AU ??

So @crzangel​ and I have been talking about this AU for the better part of like 3 hours. We would like for you all to indulge us, as we share in the Tododeku/RuPaul’s Drag Race AU.

For those of you who don’t know, I personally have been a fan of drag race since the very beginning. Yes, I watched season 1 on TV. I was 14 and my eyes were opened to a whole new world of magic and wonder. And CrzA has been keeping up with the most reason season. And we were nerding out over drag race when we came up with this gem of an AU. 

Ru Might, the number one drag queen who comes from a long line of amazing, versatile drag queens, has a reality tv show. The other Judges are as follows- 

Michelle Visage - Midnight 

Carson Kressley - Best Jeanist 

Ross Matthews - Present Mic 

And I wanna add Aizawa is deffo gonna be a guest judge as just Aizawa bc he’s famous somehow in that AU lolol. 

Enter our underdog, the young and Midoriya, also known as Izusagi. Izusagi is a mix between Blair St. Clair and Farrah Moan - incredibly cute and coquettish, but also has a sexy, playful side. Izusagi is known for her signature freckles, in and out of drag. She’ll paint on glitter freckles, stone freckles, or just accentuate her natural ones. The freckles are her thing. And out of drag, all the other contestants are like “who let this literal child in here” because she’s just so fucking cute. She looks up to Ru Might, having watched all her videos and studied her drag for ages and she hopes this show will give her the opportunity to show what she’s got and make a name for herself. 

And there are people who are excited Izusagi is competing, she’s got a couple fans. But the hype is no where near as huge as it is for Scarlet Winters (Todoroki). Scarlet is the youngest queen in the House of Endeavor, a house that dates back to literally the first balls in New York. Scarlet is very much like Violet Chachki and Aquaria - very fem, very high fashion, and polished. And her signature is her red and white hair, that’s not a wig. Yeah she uses her own hair (we’ve got some long haired todo in this au) and styles it all herself. And it leaves the judges gagging. 

The other queens are as follows; 

Red Riot - Kirishima

Victoria Haze - Bakugou

Elektra - Kaminari

Nightingale - Tokoyami

Anita Tuck - Sero

Mimi Cry - Monoma

Aubrey Glitters - Aoyama 

Tenya Dasher - Iida 

Lea Million - Mirio

Talisa- Ojiro

Irene Coppers - Tetsutetsu

Amethyst - Shinso

This season is stacked with some amazing queens. When the cast is announced, the favorites are automatically Scarlet Winters and Lea Million, she’s one of those queens who’s been around for a really long time (a la Mayhem Miller) but is finally like, ok I’ll compete! It’ll be fun~ And all of the queens are generally pretty friendly with each other (like season 8 and 9) 

When Izusagi goes into the Werkroom and sees Lea Million, she literally freaks out bc she also loves Lea’s work and they automatically become friends. And actually, people start paring them off together, because at first Shouto is all aloof and doesn’t really talk to anyone (much like how violet and aquaria were). 

But then there’s a challenge early on that’s about paying homage to the original drag houses and Shouto is torn bc of course he gets assigned the House of Endeavor, which he’s not trilled about. And Izuku notices that he’s like struggling in the challenge and Shouto reveals it’s because he doesn’t feel comfortable in his own house. 

So Izuku gives him a pep talk (their version of the “it’s your power speech”) and Shouto ends up winning the challenge and revealing during the critiques portion of the runway challenge. on national tv, all of the abusive things that went on in his house. Because the current head of the house is literally the fucking worst. 

And all the girls all hug Shouto, yes even Bakugou, but Izuku makes sure to get right up next to Shouto for a big hug. And this is where it all began. From that week on, they grew closer and closer, having a sort of flirtationship in the Werkroom. And when they get paired up in the group acting challenge as the ex-lover’s who are being interviewed by a Dr. Phil situation, they steal the show and win that challenge. 

More and more people start to be like... “Yo I think they like each other??” They notice how when the boys talk about each other during the solo interviews, it’s always in a positive and fond light, and every time Izuku says Shouto’s name there’s a light blush that spreads across his cheeks.

 And of course no one knows for sure, since the Ru girls had to keep the business of the show a secret for the months in between filming and the actual airing of the show. So the die hard fans go back and look at all of Izusagi’s insta posts and Scarlet Winters, and they notice that there is a surplus in likes and comments from each other during those months. 

And everyone is like “YOOOOO HOW DID WE NOT SEE THIS!?” So now everyone is on the edge of their seats, watching this romance unfold on tv. For a while, the boys stay safe, the elimination order so far being; 

Monoma, Sero, Tetsu, Ojiro, Tokoyami, Shinsou, Kami, Kiri

Then the week after Kiri’s elimination (Bakugou won’t admit he was upset about that one but he was) Izuku and Shouto end up in the bottom two, and Izuku immediately starts crying because he doesn’t want to lipsync against Shouto, but he wants to win so badly. The same goes for Shouto, he’s come so far and can’t give up now. 

They lip sync to Demi Lovato’s Sexy Dirty Love (pls do yourself a favor and listen to this song) and literally one of the best lip syncs in Drag Race Herstory. They start out as two separate performances, but as the song goes on, they stop singing to Ru and start singing to each other, until they forget there are other people in the room and are just like trying to express how they feel in their movements. 

And all the other girls are like wide eyed and can’t believe this is actually happening. It’s one of those moments where it cuts to the reactions of the other girls and they’re all like, 

“They are slaying!” 

“I can’t tell who’s gonna win!?” 

By the end of the lip sync, they’re holding each other just face to face, grinding on each other and just so desperate to feel the other’s heat. They also do that shit where they either death drop or do a split at the same time. And when the song ends, they are spent. Gasping for air as they grab the other’s hand and waits for Ru Might’s decision. 

“Shantay you both stay.” 

Ofc they’re crying and hugging each other because they really did lipsync their hearts out. And for the episodes after, it’s basically like “Are they gonna address the elephant in the room!? They obvs like each other!?” They’re past flirting. They move their werkstations next to each other and help each other with costumes. Every time they enter the werkroom they are arm in arm, and ever time they leave they hold hands. 

It’s basically one week of bliss (Aoyama gets sent home) before Todoroki finds himself in the bottom two again, this time he has to lipsync against Mirio, who is a literal lipsync assassin. Unfortunately for Shouto, he goes home the week before the top 4. 

When Ru announces that Shouto is going home, Izuku literally runs over to him in his high heels and gives him a huge hug and is crying. Mirio and Tenya give Shouto a hug, Bakugou does like, an awkward side hug and Shouto goes to make his exit. And just as he’s about to say one final tag line, Izuku breaks from the line of the top 4 and rushes to kiss Shouto. 

Everyone is G A G G I N G - The cast members, the judges, Ru herself, and the people watching at home. 

And Izuku and Shouto can finally tell the world, yes they’re dating! Because they’ve had to be secretive and separate during the time they weren’t allowed to disclose what went down during the show. They make cute insa posts about each other saying how they’re happy they can finally announce their relationship. And they’re of course at a viewing party together that night and they do an encore of the “Sexy Dirty Love” lipsync and it’s waaaaaaaaaay more sybaritic than the last one, ending with them literally making out for the last 15 seconds of the song. 

During the reunion episode, Ru brings up the relationship and how hard it was to keep it a secret. Izuku is tryin’ to be coy about it, but Shouto is all, “I felt like part of me was missing and now I’m so happy to have that part of me back.” And all the other Ru girls are awe-ing, except Bakugou. 

For the finale, Izuku and Shouto have matching outfits; Izuku wears red and Shouto wears green, glittering gowns . Of course, when Izuku has to lipsync he changes his outfit, but when they first appear on stage, they are matching ~ 

He actually does the first lipsync versing Tenya and he wears one of Shouto’s costumes - and he fuckin’ wins. Mirio wins against Bakugou, so it’s Mirio v. Izuku, a lipsync for the Gods. 

And as the story goes Izuku is crowned America’s next drag superstar, and somewhere out there, a young Kouta is inspired to do drag and auditions for the show many years later. 

So yeah! Izuku and Shouto live happily-drag-ever after, doing shows together and touring together and just being together!! Tododeku fits so well with drag race because as Mother always says “If you can’t love yourself, how the hELL can you love somebody else, can I get an amen up in here!??!?!” 

Amen! 

#tododeku #tododeku hc #tododeku headcanon #crza #we spent so long on this au #ru paul's drag race au #rpdr au #tododeku rupdr #tododeku rpdr au #longpost #long post #crzangel

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@etglacies​

He wasn’t sure why Todoroki had suddenly opened up to him, but Izuku was quite glad that he did. It was a horrifying tale to behold- A desperate man resorting to the cultivation of a specific Quirk through marriage, the apparent abuse hiding beneath the visage of a celebrity household, the lack of a childhood... All details that painted a certain picture, a tragic hero struggling against his monstrous father’s machinations and overbearing influence.

Midoriya’s already large eyes widen slightly shock, body language nervous and tense. The smaller boy yanks at the hem of his gym uniform’s jersey, stretching the fabric between his scarred fingers.

“I’d always thought that having a powerful Quirk was a gift- An asset that anyone would see nothing but benefits from. This is the first time I’ve ever considered that power can also be a burden to the one wielding it,” he admitted freely, raising his line of vision from some random spot on the ground to meet Shouto’s gaze.

“It must feel awful, knowing that none of your achievements and hard work are ever attributed to tremendous effort spent on your part, but your family name. You’ve spent all this time developing your current skillset with a self-administered handicap, that’s impressive to say the least, but that gets overshadowed by the fact that your admittance to U.A. was based on recommendation, right?”

Izuku had ventured a guess as to the related issues and prejudices the other boy was forced to endure and based on Todoroki’s intense, single-mindedly driven personality, he was none the less impressed by him all the same.

“My reasons for wanting to win this upcoming round may be petty, but I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself if I just gave up- And I’m sure that you’d rather earn a well-fought victory. I’m sure that there’s a lot that I still don’t understand about the hardships and struggles you’ve faced, but the fact that you have managed to maintain your own independence apart from him... It’s admirable.”

Having someone like Shouto on their side would be incredible, not simply from a utility standpoint, but the reasoning behind his anger and resentment towards hero society- His personal growth and story was a living example of why Izuku himself wanted reform. All Midoriya had to do was carefully maintain the rage fueling his vendetta and plant a few seeds... Employ his powers of suggestion to lure the other student to alternative ways of approaching his own goal.

#etglacies #♛ RP THREAD #ah yes time to turn Shouto into a villain time #it'll be a process but getting friendlier with him wouldn't hurt his chances at all #butter him up with a few compliments feed into his ego and reasoning...