#FIREMAN SHOUTO!!!!!!

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ANDIE I AM OVER THE MOON!!!!! This is incredible!!!

𝑤𝘩𝑒𝑛 𝑖 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑒 : 𝑡𝑜𝑑𝑜𝑟𝑜𝑘𝑖 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑡𝑜 𝑥 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 : 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑖

𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦: In order to placate your anxious mother, you agree to return to your hometown to participate in a mating run—knowing full well that betas rarely get chased, never mind betas nearly old enough to age out of the practice. You’ve decided to treat it like a vacation, a chance to visit with your childhood friends, the mating run itself a nice relaxing hike. All in all it’s a solid plan—until alpha Todoroki Shouto, your best friend's little brother, steps in and blows it all to pieces. 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡: omegaverse, no quirks au, alpha!shouto, beta!reader, mating rituals, age gap, best friend’s little brother, older reader, afab reader, some class differences, aged up characters, semi-public sex, slight small town romance vibes, background implied dabihawks for some reason, smut, 18+; mdni! 𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑔𝑡��: 5.7k | chapter 1 of 4

Then

It was a freezing day in spring the first time you set foot in the Todoroki house.

You had shared a class with Touya for years now, and in that time you’d become something of his best friend. You’d bonded early over a mutual hatred of fish and your status as the two best tree climbers on the playground—two integral friendship quality bars if ever you’d met them—and your entente had strengthened over the following months.

After enough time together Touya had even seemed to like you, seeking out your opinion, deploying you like a shield between himself and the other kids. He wanted to be paired with you for group projects constantly, as he seemed to disdain the ability of the other kids in your class.

He eventually acquiesced to two other friends—Rumi and Keigo—as Keigo was a really fast runner, and Rumi could kick a kid almost clear across a playground. But the two of you remained particularly close, and a few years in, Touya had seemed to want to check the final box of your friendship.

That was the day he’d haughtily informed you that you were coming home with him.

You’d phoned your mother from the school office to obtain permission, and then pulled your jacket on to follow Touya out into the cold, his skinny legs beating a quick path through the streets.

You’d half-expected that Touya lived in a box behind a shop, with the way he descended ravenously on his lunches (as well as yours, and Rumi’s, when he could occasionally get them—though notably not Keigo’s, something that had only retroactively made sense to you as an adult). But the house Touya steered you to was enormous—easily the biggest house you’d ever seen—a stately pile at the end of a fancy neighborhood.

You’d later learn this was because his father was the mayor, and the Todorokis were neck-deep in generational wealth. At the time you’d been mildly annoyed, because what had you let him eat part of your lunches for if he lived in a house like this?

“I’m home,” Touya had called into the echoey foyer, grand but strangely barren. He’d kicked off his coat and shoes, discarding them carelessly—perhaps purposefully—on the floor, then gestured for you to follow him into the kitchen as a warm voice called out to him. “Welcome home, Touya.”

“I brought Y/N,” he announced grandly as he prowled into the room. To you he said, “This is my mother, Rei.”

The voice you’d heard resolved itself into a woman, tall, with beautiful long white hair and a small, but unmistakably fond smile on her mouth. You startled, immediately floored by her beauty. She looked just like Touya, the same delicate prettiness to her mouth, the shape of her eyes—but even lovelier. She looked simultaneously like she belonged on the cover of a magazine, and would be embarrassed by one saying so.

She also smelled like an omega—sweet, but a little wilder than you were used to. Like spring flowers blooming on a cold day.

“Hello Y/N,” she said warmly, turning to you. You gave a shy wave back, suddenly nervous in front of her.

As she turned you finally noticed the child on her hip—a small, round, pudgy little thing with half red and half white hair, and two mismatched grey and blue eyes that pinned on you immediately. It was wearing a horrendous polkadot onesie, and you felt your eyebrows raise without your permission.

“That’s Shouto,” Touya informed you, and the pieces slotted together in your brain. Ah, so that was the face to the name.

Shouto was the little brother Touya complained about incessantly—the one that was his father’s favorite, the one that stared too much and wanted to play with all of Touya’s toys even though he was too little for them, the one Touya was saddled with babysitting constantly. He’d made Shouto out to be this sort of tiny harbinger of evil—but Shouto did not look very evil, perched there on his mother’s hip.

He blinked at you, a flutter of surprisingly long eyelashes, for a baby. You had the thought that actually he was kind of cute. Most probably not a harbinger of evil, and actually very sweet-looking, if weirdly round.

“I need to be excused from Shouto duty,” Touya said, the question posed more like a statement.

Rei shook her head, a somber little smile playing about her mouth. “I have to make dinner before Fuyumi and Natsuo get back from their playdates and your father gets home. Why don’t you take Shouto to play with you and Y/N?”

Touya rolled his eyes in the long-suffering manner of a man who’d endured it all. Shouto didn’t seem to notice, however, his mismatched gaze barely detaching from your face. You noticed Shouto’s left eye was the exact vivid blue of Touya’s, and his other eye the same silver as his mother’s.

“He’s staring like a weirdo,” Touya complained, but collected Shouto from Rei anyway. Shouto let himself be passed over as placidly as a bag of potatoes, still watching you.

“Y/N is a new face for him, he’s just curious, Touya,” Rei said, smoothing Shouto’s hair down as Touya hefted him in his arms. Shouto reached out a hand towards you, fat fingers flexing.

“What, you think I’m some taxi service who’s gonna bring you wherever you want to go?” Touya demanded. Shouto ignored him, his little chubby arm wavering.

Strangely, something compelled you to step closer, reaching out a hand in return. Shouto seized it in his pudgy little fist, staring up at you with solemn eyes. His other hand reached out to you, too, twisting in Touya’s grip, and Touya let out an annoyed scoff.

“Y/N didn’t come here to hang out with you,” he said. But Shouto ignored him, his little hand fisting in your tee shirt. He seemed to be trying to lever himself up out of Touya’s arms and into yours.

You were startled, never having held a baby before, and Shouto was kind of a big one. But Touya showed you how to hold him under his butt and across his back, and you heard the rustle of his diaper as he was handed off to you.

“Hi Shouto,” you said, watching him watch you.

His eyebrows raised, some small happiness lighting up his expression, and he gave a little kick that wiggled his whole body in your arms.

“He likes you,” Rei said over the counter top, as she settled a cutting board and a pile of vegetables across it.

You looked back at Shouto, feeling weirdly pleased. Maybe babies weren’t that bad.

Touya made an annoyed sort of grunt, stomping past you. “We’re going to play in the living room,” he announced imperiously. You glanced at Rei to make sure that was okay, then followed Touya, Shouto heavy in your arms.

By the time you arrived, Shouto had settled a hand on either of your cheeks and seemed to be trying to stare directly into your soul, and Touya patted him firmly on the back, clucking. “Stop being such a little freak.”

“He’s fine,” you said, bemused. No one had told you really little kids were this intense and weird. But Shouto’s little round face was kind of sweet, and it was hard to be annoyed at a baby staring up at you, that clearly enamored.

“Actually he’s being way nicer to me than you,” you told Touya.

Touya rolled his eyes and busied himself pulling out a horde of action figures, legos, puzzles, and games, as well as a turtle with multi-colored blocks set into it that appeared to be for Shouto.

“Oi, it’s turtle time, weirdo,” he told Shouto.

That seemed to break the baby’s singular focus on you, and he peered around, lighting up nearly the same way when he saw his blocks as he had when he’d seen you. You laughed, and helped him settle on the floor next to you, watching his clumsy, chubby grip fumble on the blocks as he carefully removed them one-by-one from the plastic turtle.

Touya set up the legos around you, an older parallel of his brother, though you thought he would kill you for saying so.

A block appeared in your lap, carefully and deliberately placed by a fat-fingered hand. You smiled down at Shouto, picking it up and gesturing grandly. “For me?”

A grey-and-blue gaze attached itself solemnly to your face, as if awaiting your judgment, and an instant fondness swept over you. Who knew babies could be this cute—when they weren’t screaming and crying and generally being small and annoying near you. Touya had massively undersold his little brother, who was the sweetest baby you’d ever encountered.

You bowed your head, clutching your gifted block close to you. “Thank you, Shouto. It’s very nice.”

Shouto stared up at you, smiling a shy little almost-smile, clearly pleased. You couldn’t help but reach up and ruffle that distinct tuft of hair, taken with him already. Yep, definitely a good little kid.

And you decided then and there that you liked Todoroki Shouto—though for now he was a child—you both were children—and he could only mean so much to you.

You wouldn’t realize how much he’d actually come to mean to you, until many, many years later.

Now

Touya’s white mess of hair was the first thing you spotted as you stumbled into the restaurant.

Outside it was unseasonably cold, an icy wind tearing through you as you’d rushed all the way from your mother’s house. The inside of the restaurant was blessedly warm, and slightly smoky from the meat and vegetables grilling away on each table top. Touya was on the far side, and you could see Rumi’s white hair beyond him, Keigo’s blonde riot of waves peeking over the top of the booth next to him.

Rumi faced the door so she spotted you first, a mouth-splitting grin overtaking her face as she waved you down.

You hurried your way over, letting out a surprised hrrk! when Rumi drew you down into a rib-crushing hug, her alpha strength barely contained. You fell into the seat at an awkward angle, your joints screaming.

“Well look what the cat dragged in! You don’t look a bit changed, you little beta cuck,” she crowed, making you choke on a laugh as you almost inhaled a mouthful of her hair.

“Rumi—!” you sputtered, half-pleased and half-scandalized that she clearly hadn’t changed in the years since you’d seen her last. She crushed you to her harder, and you could feel your eyeballs all but bulging like a rubber doll.

“If you plan to crush her to death you could at least wait until I clear the scene,” came Touya’s disaffected drawl from the other side of the table. “The last thing I need is police on my case again.”

That was so typical of him, too, after all this time.

“Good to see you too, Touya,” you said, even though you couldn’t get a look at him through Rumi’s hair. She ground her knuckles into the top of your head for good measure before releasing you, and you came up for air gratefully, watching the two men on the other side of the table grin at you.

Keigo looked exactly as you’d left him, a little bit more filled out than the skinny teen he’d been, the same wiry facial scruff growing in, those golden eyes alight with typical playfulness. Touya looked like he’d aged the most, his scars—fresher when you’d graduated—now deepened to the color of dark bruises. His features were still achingly familiar under them, however, the fine-boned prettiness of his mother shining through, his father’s blazing cerulean eyes the only nod to the other half of his parentage.

“So you really obeyed mommy dearest huh,” Touya said, pinning you with a smirk.

You rolled your eyes at him. As your closest childhood friend, he still knew all your weak spots, your mother the biggest of them. Growing up she’d been lonely and overworked, and you’d tried to care for her and please her the best you could. You still called her several times a week and sent back your wages to help pay for the house, and pay down the pile of debt your father had left her in when he’d died.

The concession of returning home for a few days to attend the annual mating run, as pointless as it was going to be, was the least you could do for her.

“You know as well as I do that no one is going to run down a beta,” you said, settling yourself in next to Rumi and shedding your coat and hat. “Especially not now that I’m well past newly-presented. It’ll be like a vacation.”

“You never know,” Keigo said, raising his fluffy eyebrows at you, his grin wicked. You flung the pile of your things across the table at him, but he intercepted easily, all alpha reflex. He stuffed your jacket down next to him, laughing at you.

“I do know,” you said emphatically. “And I’m not fussed about it. I don’t know who she thinks is going to pay her bills if I’m off getting dicked down by some knothead idiot.”

Touya made a dismissive noise and you looked around the table for something to fling at him too. He’d never had to worry about money, his future shored up with the Todoroki family fortune, built over generations and then basically quadrupled by his father. Since coming out of the correctional facility for a string of petty crimes, Touya had been skating by on family generosity, and you knew he wasn’t about to stop.

“Just burn her house down like mine,” he said, an unholy grin overtaking his face as he leaned forward. There was a light behind his eyes like he wasn’t entirely kidding. No one had ever been able to determine if the Todoroki family fire had been an accident or not, although Touya claimed it had been.

But you’d known Touya your whole life and you had your suspicions. Touya had hated his father for nearly all of your living memory—and the Todoroki men had an almost disturbing single-mindedness about them. You had long wondered if Touya’s fixation on his break with Enji had ever played into the fire that ravaged their house during your middle school years.

The one exception to the Todoroki single-mindedness was sweet little Shouto, who you’d last seen at your high school graduation. He was several years younger than you and had still been round-faced and chubby-cheeked then, all wide solemn eyes and pouty little mouth, just like when he was a baby.

You hadn’t seen him since, but couldn’t imagine Shouto turning out anything like Touya.

“I’ll take that under advisement,” you said to Touya, not liking how his grin widened.

Purportedly he’d come out of the correctional facility for good behavior, his record squeaky clean.

Purportedly.

“So why even agree to the run?” Rumi asked. “If you’re not looking to actually take anyone home?”

You helped yourself to the water that had been laid out before answering. “It’s just easier to appease my mother. She gets what she wants—some indication I’m open to my life mate-–and I get what I want, which is to be able to use this as an excuse next year.”

“Aww you won’t come back to see little old us?” Keigo asked. His tone was wheedling but his eyes tracked your expression carefully, always observing.

You smiled at him. You did miss your old friends, and you liked how easy it felt to sink right back into them after so many years away. You wanted to see them outside of the confines of a group chat or the rare facetime.

And you missed a lot about the town you’d grown up in. You liked the tiny storefronts of the downtown shops and the easy access to the coast and miles of hiking trails. You’d had a dream of opening up a little bookstore in one of the lovely brick buildings downtown when you were younger—but that was back before the staggering number of dollar signs on your mother’s bills had made themselves known to you and the romance of your daydream had begun to seem more like foolishness.

The bigger cities offered the bigger jobs, the bigger wages to send home. Even if it meant you could only see your friends every few years and mostly kept in touch via group chat.

“How about you guys come to me?” you asked. “There’s a chicken place I think Keigo will want to make the trip for.”

Keigo’s grin widened and he leaned in, interested. “Say no more,” he drawled.

On the table top, Touya’s phone vibrated. He peered at it, dismissing the notification with a swipe. “Rei wants to see you,” he reported, the usual blend of disrespect and unwilling fondness for his own mother layered in his voice. “She says you should come by the house.”

You smiled, pleased to be remembered. “I’d love that. Who’s living there now?”

Touya stretched, his back brushing the booth. “I do. And she does. Enji visits sometimes—” his tone was pointedly colorless “—and Fuyumi and Natsuo come by a couple times a week. Shouto is there almost daily for dinner when he’s not on shift, because his own cooking is absolute shit.”

You blinked, struggling to reconcile the idea of sweet-faced little Shouto with an adult who lived on his own now. “On shift?” you asked.

“He’s a fireman,” Touya rolled his eyes. “Little fucking do gooder. Ever since the house fire he’s wanted to.”

Your eyelashes fluttered again, your brain floating with the images of skinny, round-faced Shouto struggling to haul people out of a burning building. You struggled not to voice this disbelief.

“Wow, good for him,” you said.

“Not for me,” Touya complained. “Ever since he’s presented he’s been eating us out of house and home. Can’t find a fucking thing in the cabinets after he’s been through—”

And that shocked you, too, the idea that Shouto was already grown enough to have presented.

Objectively you knew he had to be into his early twenties at this point, but hearing the changes life had wrought on him was almost too much to contemplate. You wondered what he had presented as, and whether he’d be subject to the run this week as well. You’d always sort of suspected he’d be an omega, with that wide-eyed, beautiful face—almost a carbon copy of his mother’s, the same delicate prettiness in it as Touya.

And he’d been so sweet, too. When you’d been much, much younger—before Touya had become too cool and too emo for it—you remembered playing house together, remembered how often you’d dragged Shouto in to play the part of your son. He’d always sat there, a chubby-faced toddler, smashing blocks together and staring up at you with big eyes as you and Touya made plastic food and Touya unrolled a days-old newspaper collected from his father, bossing you around from his armchair.

Even when Shouto had gotten older and started to get as fresh with Touya as Touya was with him, he’d always been nice to you, always watched you with those same wide, mismatched eyes.

Yeah. He was most probably an omega.

“Well I’d love to see Rei, and Natsuo and Fuyumi and Shouto,” you said.

Touya stretched in the booth, not minding Keigo and thumping him right across the chest. Keigo squawked in annoyance.

“I’ll tell Rei you’re coming for dinner,” Touya said.

You smiled, pleased. You knew what a huge deal it was for both Touya and Rei to be in the same house again—both in recovery, both sharing the same space again.

When you’d left, Rei had been hospitalized and Touya had already been knee deep in petty crimes and utterly disinterested in any sort of overtures of help. For them to both be together again, getting regular help, with Enji out of the house and a rotating string of their family members checking in on them—you were happy to see them healing.

The buoyant feeling lasted all the way through lunch and too many drinks, until Touya shepherded you out of the restaurant, blazing a familiar path towards his family home. You followed, gratified when you saw that the Todoroki house was just as you remembered it, even the rebuilt pieces nostalgic.

Its grandness had been a shock to you as a child—not only in comparison to the tiny, squashed little two bed you’d grown up in—but that Touya had grown up there, in so vast and elegant a space. Touya who you dug in the dirt with. Touya who picked bugs out of the mud and put them on you. Touya who turned his nose up at dolls and ate things right out of your lunch box without asking, like he was a starving child without any access to food.

The house said otherwise.

Touya treated the Todoroki mansion with the same pointed lack of care he had as a teenager, kicking in the door as he led you inside, throwing his things in a pile in the entry. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes, fondly nostalgic over his shithead behavior.

“You missed a spot—I think there’s a bare patch of floor over there,” you said.

Touya gave you a narrow-eyed gaze over his shoulder as he uttered a string of objects you might suck.

You raised your eyebrows at him, smiling and unbothered. He’d always said it was your beta nature that left you unfussed with his various attitudes, taking everything in stride. You didn’t know if that was true—you’d always sort of suspected it was the strange, inherent connection you felt to him, and to the Todoroki family at large that kept you fond of him, even as he descended into teenage fury.

You didn’t know what it was, as you’d not ever felt it with your other friends’ families who you’d spent nearly as much time with. But if it netted you a lifelong friend, you weren’t about to question it.

Rei was in the kitchen like she had been that first day Touya brought you home, an enormous expanse of marble counter and vaulted ceiling that made her look unfathomably small. Her snow white hair had been cropped short into a page boy cut and made her look younger than her years, especially when she glanced up at you with the very same smile she had when you were a child.

“Welcome back, Y/N,” she said. You bowed respectfully, Touya scoffing and grabbing the back of the collar to haul you up.

“She’s not the fucking prime minister,” he grunted.

“And you’re not the boss of me,” you sniped, the drinks you’d both shared at lunch making you a little looser tongued in front of Rei than you’d have liked.

“Shouto will be by in just a few minutes as well, and he’ll be so happy to see you,” Rei said, smiling gently.

“Shouto lives on his own?” you asked, curious. Aside from picturing him as the skinny preteen you’d last seen him as, you also had trouble imagining kind, sweet little Shouto leaving his mother on her own—and with Touya definitely counted as on her own, for all the help he was. Shouto seemed devoted, familial.

“He’s wanted his own space since he presented,” Rei said lightly, clearly unbothered.

It was rare for omegas to peel off from their family units before finding a mate, and the strangeness of striking out on his own struck you even further. Maybe he wanted a nest to bring someone back to, after finding the right person?

You wondered if he was going to be participating in this year’s mating run, and made a mental note to try and find out if he wanted help avoiding any undesirable alphas. If he was an omega, your beta scent would help disguise some of his tracks, you’d just have to follow in his footsteps far enough away from the main track that a ranging alpha wouldn’t accidentally stumble upon it.

That thought was cut short, however, by the sound of the door creaking open in the foyer you’d just come in from. There was the sound of rustling fabric, like someone shedding their coat, and then footsteps padded through the hall. A hint of a scent met your nose, slightly sweet and smoky, with an undercurrent of something fresh—like a campfire burning on a cold, clear day. Your brow furrowed, the frostiness an almost-familiar dimension, like Rei's cold widlflower scent. Who was—?

Then a tall, unfamiliar alpha poked his head through the door, fluffy red and white strands of hair tangling across his forehead. He was an arresting sight—easily the most beautiful person you had ever seen, every single one of his features so perfectly and evenly placed, like he'd been put together deliberately. He looked startlingly like Rei, if Rei were a man, except for the fiery blue of his left eye, the shock of scarlet hair above it.

You stared at this new interloper, confused, until you were seized with a sudden memory of that scar, that same mop of hair bent over a turtle-shaped block puzzle.

No. No fucking way.

Rei smiled, opening her arms, and you gaped after him as Todoroki Shouto prowled across the kitchen to her, enveloping her in a hug. Where Touya was taller than his mother, his baby brother almost dwarfed her, easily clearing six feet, his shoulders broad and his frame packed with dense muscle. He'd always had the same elegant, sweetly beautiful set to his features that his mother and Touya did, but there was something sharper about them now, a slightly more alpha edge to him.

An enormous bicep shifted against the sleeve of his t-shirt as Shouto held Rei, and suddenly it was very clear how Shouto had managed to become a firefighter.

Something pinched your arm, hard, and you whipped around to stare at Touya accusingly. “Ouch!”

He smirked. “Don’t fucking stare like he does.”

You scowled at him, and opened your mouth to say something unsavory, until two mismatched eyes turned on you, pinning you in place.

“Y/N,” Shouto said. His voice was deep as midnight—so much lower than you had remembered—careful and smooth. The sound of it slithered up your spine like a shiver.

“Shouto?” you answered, stepping closer. “You’re Shouto? Are you sure?”

Shouto released his mother, only the tiniest corner of his mouth twitching. And that was confirmation enough. Shouto had always been a little serious, watching you carefully and intently. He was most like his mother that way—withdrawn, a little bit solemn.

“As far as I am aware,” he said. His tone was flat but you heard the tease in it, regardless. And that was so like him too, couching his inner little shit under the most serious tone, under those earnest heterochromatic eyes.

“Wish he wasn’t,” Touya muttered.

“Oh my god, Shouto. You’ve grown up so much,” you said, a strange thrill zinging up your spine as he stepped closer. That scent like campfire on a cold day washed over you, making you a little dizzy.

Shouto’s eyes got a little bit round at the edges, and something pulled at the corner of his mouth again, an expression you didn’t recognize. His tone was soft as he observed, “You are exactly the same as I remember.”

You could tell he meant it kindly, so you chose not to be offended with his obvious tact. You were well aware you were not a fresh-faced high school graduate anymore.

“I’m definitely older than you remember,” you said, resisting the urge to poke him in the chest. Your hand felt magnetized toward it for some reason. “Don’t be surprised if you hear my bones creaking all the way from the preserve during the run.”

Something sudden and strange passed over Shouto’s face, those mismatched eyes narrowing in on you.

“You’re running,” he said, his tone suddenly flat. “This year.”

“Yeah I’m back in town for it,” you said, ignoring Touya’s scoff at your side. “Gotta appease my mother. She doesn’t get that betas aren’t the target crowd for this, nevermind ancient ones. That, and I plan to disappear up a tree if someone so much as sniffs in my direction.”

“Up a tree,” Shouto repeated, sounding contemplative.

You wondered if he was internalizing how weird you were. He probably wouldn’t have remembered you being weird, considering how younger kids never thought to question their older peers. Maybe he’d even thought you cool when you were growing up together—you’d quickly disabuse him of that notion.

You nodded. “I’ve only been followed by alphas twice and both times I lost them up that big willow overlooking the bay, if you take the seaside path out two miles?”

Shouto’s eyes tracked you closely, like he was committing every word to memory. “I know it.”

You smiled. “The sea breeze is just enough to hide a beta’s scent, once you’re out of sight up there. I hope the city life hasn’t gotten me too out of shape to get up the trunk. Though to be frank I’m not too worried about it this year. Are you running?”

“Yes,” Shouto said, so quickly that it looked like he’d startled himself.

Touya’s head whipped around to stare at him, and Rei’s eyelashes fluttered momentarily, a weird stillness overcoming her—until a sort of look of understanding came over her features. You thought you caught a hint of a smile as she ducked her head to return to her dinner preparations.

“Thought you said you weren’t interested,” Touya said, his tone accusing. “You’ve never run before.”

Shouto looked deeply unfussed by his older brother’s sudden consternation. “Perhaps I have changed my mind.”

“The hell you did,” Touya said snottily. “You said you knew you wouldn’t find your life mate there.”

“Perhaps that has changed too,” Shouto said, his tone so dry that you could tell he was purposefully needling Touya. You resisted the urge to roll your eyes. Brothers.

Touya’s scoff overlaid the thump of Rei’s knife as she returned to chopping, and you realized how rude it looked for the three of you to be standing there arguing while she was working.

You hurriedly stepped around Touya and Shouto, peering over Rei’s shoulder. For some reason you were hyperaware of Shouto as you passed him, a thought you shoved right back out of your mind as you approached Rei. “Is there anything I can help with? I feel like I have years of free dinners to pay you back for.”

“I am almost done, but thank you, Y/N,” Rei said, as Touya said something in a haughty tone of voice, and Shouto’s low baritone answered. Rei’s mouth quirked softly at this—and you realized it was the same way Shouto smiled, small and private.

“—Not bringing home some weird fucking omega,” Touya was saying when you turned back to the boys. You startled when you realized Shouto had shifted to face you instead of his brother, and his body language looked like he was mostly ignoring him.

You channeled your sudden laugh into a fake cough. Touya eyed you sourly, long used to your tricks.

“Well if you want any help on the run, let me know,” you told Shouto, cutting into their argument with the practice of a beta used to diffusing things, especially between Touya and others. Shouto’s mouth twitched again like he knew what you were doing, and you watched his eyes pick over you speculatively.

You marveled at how far back you had to tilt your head if you wanted to look him directly in the eye now. He was so big, and so unexpectedly handsome—he really had grown up well. Some omega was going to be very, very pleased at the end of this week, provided he really did go after someone.

“If it’s your first you probably won’t know all the best hiding spots,” you told him.

Not that they were really hiding spots, considering most omegas wanted to be found. And there was no one on this earth who wouldn’t want to be found by an alpha who looked like Shouto did now. But he’d probably want to make sure he got to his intended first, before any other alpha found them.

Shouto nodded, leaning forward conspiratorially. “I will take you up on that,” his tone was low, intimate.

You smiled up at him, though something weird twinged in your chest. “Lunch sometime this week then? I’ll walk you through everything.”

Touya made a noise of disgust, and you shushed him. Shouto’s smile pulled into a quarter-moon sliver, sweet and beautiful. “I would like that.”

A strange little thrill zinged down your spine. You very pointedly did not think about it, instead shooting Shouto a thumbs up. And then, seized by a sudden need to get away, you marched forward to grab Touya by his collar, dragging him out into the dining room.

“Do you have to make your mother do everything? Let’s set the table,” you ordered him, shoving him at the cabinets. Touya swore at you, trying to twist his lanky body out of your hands, spitting like a wet cat.

But your mind was already elsewhere, occupied by this strange new turn of events. It really had been a long time away from your hometown, and much more had changed than you realized. You’d missed seeing Touya start to recover his life, you’d missed Rei returning to herself, you’d missed Shouto growing up into a man—and an alpha. You were suddenly overcome by the feeling that you did not want to miss any more, did not want to leave again—though of course that was foolishness.

The run was less than a week away, and you had train tickets back into the city just after.

And you had your mom to provide for, much as she wanted you to settle down with the first rando who got handsy with you in the woods. An alpha would have to bring more than an interest in you to your coupling in order to win you—and that was not going to happen, especially not to a beta, and especially not to you.

You laid the dishes out, resolving yourself. You’d enjoy this week, but never lose sight of the fact that you’d still have to leave at the end of it.

After all, it wasn’t like some miraculous twist of fate was lurking just around the corner of the Todoroki kitchen, ready to change your life.

[gentrychild]

Idea: how would each member of the IC of Anyone act if they happened to find themselves in the middle of the movie Purge?

I have never watched those movies but basically, any crime is legal for an entire night and if people come into your house to kill you, you're on your own.

I am going to assume this is the BNHA version of the movie purge, where people have quirks, and the Purge was made to remind people how good they had it now that there were quirk laws since the Dawn of Quirks. It also happens in the US.

Kurogiri

He finds himself a nice home in which to chill and does not move from there. He is not interested in fighting. He doesn't care about the general craziness. He might pick up a cat there. Anyone trying to break into this very nice home will be warped into another city but people are welcome if they want to also chill.

Nagisa

Nagisa would be absolutely terrified. She is a hacker. She isn't used to violence and right now, she is in a setting where people might want to gleefully murder her for unknown reasons. She is clinging to Kurogiri's arm the whole time. Before Kurogiri stops her, she keeps watching the horrible image of the CCTV.

Dabi

He would go out, robs a grocery store, and incinerates anything trying to implement the grocery curse. He finally arrives to wherever Kurogiri and Nagisa are, extremely smug.

He meant to leave again and to keep an eye on Shouto who is running around (of course he is) but, and he will deny it to his dying breath, he stays in the fancy house to reassure Nagisa. Between Kurogiri and him, more and more people flock to the house (who might be a villa now that I think about it) to seek sanctuary. They watch Disney movies the whole night.

Hawks and Shouto

They are out there, saving people. An entire night of running/flying around and preventing violent crimes. At dawn, they have to call Kurogiri to pick them up and get them to safety because they are too exhausted/in pain to go back. They are haunted by all the people they didn't manage to save.

All for One

Two things can happen:

1 - AFO doesn't change anything to his habit. This man goes to the restaurant, does some shopping, enjoy whatever is still open during the night without worrying one bit because if anyone attacks him, he can simply vaporize them.

He is untouchable.

2 - Or, to prove a point, AFO commits all the non violent crimes, proving by A + B that the Purge is a very stupid moves. He starts fires? Whoops, no fireman to take care of those. He commits some good old industrial spying and gives enterprises secrets? Well, have fun watching a behemoth of a company falling from one day to another and special, hand-picked companies being the ones with a monopoly on the market. He does all the white collar crimes, he makes people destitute and others richer than ever, he just brings chaos wherever he goes.

Izuku

Every people who had a hand in implementing the Purge and who is benefiting from it is killed. It starts with the President then it trickled down, like a curse.

Their bodyguard can't save them. Whoever is doing this is unstoppable. All those powerful people who thought they were untouchable are freaking out but whoever is killing them can't be killed, can't be bribed, and can't be reasoned.

Five minutes before the Purge ends, this grim figure wearing a hoodie warns them that the members of the government who implements such laws do not deserve to live and that on every Purge night, he will find them and force them to know what the victims of the Purge, those people who are too poor to flee the country or to hire people to protect them, have to go through.

That person disappears before the eyes of a dozen of people as soon as the Purge night is over.

By the time the next Purge arrives, laws are in place where it's now illegal to kill politicians/people who have large companies (money, read money).

It doesn't save them.

In the next week, the Purge is abolished.

[haebeomsleftbuttcheek]

Am I being blind but Endeavor’s not there:

I mean I don’t think this page has any specific meaning to what the endgame is, but you’d think fireman would be there! Eri and Kota look so cute 🥰! Shouto has a smile on his face, hopefully a HD version will be uploaded. Because I need to cherish that smile 😭!

This fucker still hasn’t popped his clogs 😤!

[ofmermaidstories]

I’m sorry if this is written somewhere and I’ve missed it but purely out of interest - what is in your queue / what do you plan on writing next? 🐸

*cracks knuckles* ok u ready anon? We won’t count the current active WIPs, like something or the sun god’s bride. we’ll keep it to one-shots or two-parters, since the shouto fic is guaranteed andddd we’ll be optimistic and say that these are fics I’d like to do within the first half of 2022 (I wish I was faster at writing, I’m really not though). We’re not including the Sero fic OR the Mineta fic I’ve been threatening, simply because they don’t have solid plots yet!

in (rough) release order —

The Haunting of Todoroki Manor

Todoroki x Reader, vague Bakugou x Reader implications

The ancient, crumbling manor of the Todoroki estate is awaiting you, when you finally arrive after the wedding.

(a Victorian/Gothic Romance AU, one-shot — with ghosts)

Burnin’ Love

Bakugou x Reader, one-sided Mirio x Reader

You very nearly don’t wake up, when the fire rips through your apartment block.

(fireman AU, one-shot, in which you’re the server at a tiny, eclectic Elvis-themed cafe; Mirio is the perfect vision of a heroic Fireman and Bakugou is the one who saved you, the night your place went up in flames)

Rapture

Deku x Reader, Bakugou x Reader

The sky is a high, warm blue, the day the newcomers ride into town.

(cowboy AU, two-parter, in which Midoriya and Bakugou are Rapture’s new Mayor and Sheriff, respectively — and we are the school teacher caught between them).

The Stars Between Us

Bakugou x Reader

When the local, long-abandoned military base is coopted by the JAXA and your tiny, coastal town is flooded with scientists and astronauts-in-training, you inadvertently end up connecting with one of their rising stars: grumpy, watchful pilot Bakugou Katsuki.

But Bakugou has a world-ending secret; one that he and the others of the space program are trying to keep under wraps. A secret that means your time together is running out, threatening not just the tentative connection you are making, but also all life on Earth.

(ELE/Armageddon AU, one-shot, in which Bakugou has come to town to prepare for the launch of humanity’s last ditch effort against the meteorite hurtling towards the planet—and meets you)

UNTITLED

Bakugou x Reader

Your soul clings to Katsuki’s, the first time you meet.

(His Dark Materials/Daemon Soul AU, one-shot, in which we have a daemon that won’t settle shape—and Katsuki has always known what his soul would be)

UNTITLED

Bakugou x Reader [A/B/O]

Bakugou Katsuki — Pro Hero Dynamight, and the world’s most infamous Alpha — has just busted an Omega trafficking ring, rescuing dozens and stopping an infamous cartel.

You’re a Beta shelter worker he shouldn’t even notice, there to help the Omegan victims find some semblance of normalcy in the wake of the trauma.

[thetrashywritingwitch]

So Aoyama really just came back from war, helped bring Deku back, then got sent to JAIL and then to another WAR?? Poor guy

manga spoilers under the cut:

the pacing of this whole arc is terrible lol. we've gotten basically no after-war conversations outside of deku and a bit of uraraka and bakugo but like, that's it. we've barely seen much of shouto and really dont know much about how he feels about the touya reveal even though that happened over a year ago.

hori really wants to be done with the manga at this point and it shows. but dabi be looking hot with his whole fireman outfit on 😳

[eyebagsbutglam]

Meet the Parent(s)

A/N: This is a quirkless AU, lets pretend the Todoroki's are a happy functional family. My apologies to @myheelsdontmatchmysweatpants thank you for beta reading this exceptionally traumatic piece of comedy. Get ready to bleach your eyeballs y'all.

Warnings: 18+ NSFW, taboo themes, vanilla sex, fluff, alcoholic mother.. I mean its pretty tame

Pairing: Touya x F!Reader

Word Count: 3983

“NEVER trust men.” You rolled your eyes as your mom went on another one of her man-bashing tangents.

“I’m serious Y/N. They’re always amazing at first, wining and dining you, promising you the world. Then when shit gets real- BAM! They’re gone, leaving you in the dust.” She shot back her last sip of wine and wiggled the glass in front of you asking for a refill.

“Mom please. Touya’s different. He’s dependable and considerate. I promise if you just give him a chance you’re gonna love him.” You walked into the kitchen and instead of grabbing the wine you poured her a glass of grape juice. She was sloshed enough to not notice the difference, you were experienced enough to recognize the signs of when she needed to be cut off.

“I know he is baby I’m just saying -hic- keep an eye on him. I know I will be tomorrow night!” She slumped over setting her elbow on the table, clumsily resting her chin in her palm. Her eyes were already at half mass.

“Yeah about tomorrow night. Could you maybe hold off on the drinking? At least keep it to one glass..” You wanted to add instead of one bottle, but you knew where that would lead the conversation and you’d rather not get in an argument tonight.

“Oh yes of course sweetie. You know I would never want to do anything to -hic- embarrass you.”Even her smile was crooked.

“Okay well maybe we should call it an early night. I want to make sure we’re nice and fresh for meeting Touya’s family tomorrow.”You helped her out of her chair and walked her to her bedroom, tucking her in.

Your mother was stressed. And when she’s stressed, she drinks. You couldn’t blame her. All in one night you revealed things are getting pretty serious with the boy you’ve been talkng to, and told her the following night you’ll be bringing her to dinner to meet him and his family.

She never did well with you having boyfriends, always so worried they were going to do you wrong like your father did her. You knew very little about the man, only the bits and pieces she shared about him. He was a regular at the bar your mom worked at, always flirting with her. They started dating and six weeks in she got pregnant. When she told him he flipped. He offered her a very large sum of money to disappear and she agreed, leaving town with a broken heart and swollen belly.

You felt bad for your mom, knowing the experience really jaded her. She never dated again, throwing herself into a new career all while being a full time mom. You hoped that seeing how amazing Touya was and how good you two were together, she would change her mind about love and get back out on the dating scene.

On the drive back to your place you called your boyfriend. You were beginning to feel nervous for the upcoming event.

“Hello dollface.” His deep voice was hypnotic, instantly soothing you.

“Hi handsome. How did it go telling your family about dinner tomorrow night?”You absentmindedly chewed on your bottom lip, a terrible habit you developed when anxious.

“Fine. Natsuo and Fuyumi won’t be able to make it. Shouto’s still doing his internship with dad’s company so he’ll be late along with my mom since they carpool to work. My dad however insisted on driving with me. He’s very interested to size up the woman who might give him grandchildren one day. Has to make sure you’re up to his standards.”His lighthearted chuckle did nothing to calm the nerves caused by his terrible joke.

When you didn’t respond he continued, “Oh come on Y/N I’m only kidding. I know they’re going to fall in love the moment they make eye contact, just like I did.”

“God I hope so.” You sighed, “Although its not just me I’m worried about.”

As you were getting ready for bed there was a knock on your door. Looking through the peephole you spotted a beautiful set of cerulean eyes and your heart leaped. You opened the door, forgetting you were in a skimpy set of silk pajamas.

You practically jumped into him, bouncing on your tippy toes so you could snake your arms around his neck. He held you close, splaying his palms across your lower back before reaching down further to grab a handful of buttcheek.

“What are you doing here handsome? Shouldn’t you be at home? We have a big night tomorrow.” You leaned back so you could see his face but stayed in his grasp.

“I wanted to surprise you. When we were on the phone earlier you sounded like you were stressing out about dinner tomorrow. I thought I’d come by and.. distract you.”He held you at arms length and let his eyes wander down to your lips, then chest, legs, and back up to your face, taking his time to enjoy the view. “But it looks like you were already expecting me?” A cheeky grin split his face.

Just then, the realization that you were standing in the hallway in basically underwear hit and you turned, wiggling your booty at the man behind you before pulling him inside. The latch clicked into place and he used your hold on his hand to spin you so your back was against the door, placing his hand behind your head to cushion it from hitting the hard surface.

Your lips parted and a small yelp escaped. Touya pressed his body into yours, sliding his hand to the back of your neck, his other hand untangling from yours to join. He nipped at your bottom lip and then slowly traced his tongue across it before enveloping your mouth with his own. You closed your eyes and kissed him back, arching your body into his.  His kisses started migrating to your jaw, and then down the side of your neck. You hummed, tilting your head to the side to give him better access. When his kisses went from feather light to opened mouthed your eyes shot open. You grabbed a handful of his hair at the nape and pulled his head away from your neck. A growl rumbled in his chest and the feral look he gave you sent a shiver down your spine.

“No marks! Dinner tomorrow.. remember?”Although you could kick yourself for stopping him, you knew you’d thank yourself in the morning. He rolled his eyes at you, letting out an exaggerated sigh and rolling his neck to add effect.

“Okay okay fine. I’ll just have to leave my mark in other ways then..” And with that he bent down and tossed you over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry, heading straight to the bedroom. He unceremoniously dropped you onto the bed and began to take off his clothes. You leaned back on your elbows and laid there watching his movements. The way his muscles flexed as he pulled his shirt over his head. His strong hands undoing the buckle on his belt to then pull down his pants so he was in nothing but boxer briefs. You pulled your lip between your teeth while you enjoyed the show.

With a cocky smile on his face he leaned over you on the bed, moving so his lips barely grazed your ear. “Are you going to undress or do you need me to do it for you?” The baritone of his voice vibrated down to your core, causing your panties to dampen.

You began to undress but he grabbed your wrists and pinned them above your head against the bed. “It’s okay dollface. Let me do it for you.” He slid his hands down the length of your arms and down your sides stopping at the hem of your shirt. He pulled the fabric up over your head, your body lifting to assist the motion. He took a moment to admire you, slowly tracing your areola with his fingertips, one at a time, and watching them harden into perfect peaks. The action made goosebumps raise across your skin.

Once he was satisfied he moved to your lower half, hooking his fingers into the waistband of both your shorts and panties. Leaning in close to your body he began to pull the fabric down your legs, immediately noticing the string of your juices attached to your panties.

“Damn baby girl, is that all for me?”You recognized a hint of pride in his voice.

Smiling you nodded and squirmed a bit on the bed underneath him. “Mmm yes Touya. Its all for you.” There was no point in hiding the lust in your voice, It was useless to pretend you didn’t need him right now.

Once you were fully naked he grabbed you by the back of your knees and pushed your legs up, settling himself between them. He rested the side of his face on your inner thigh and examined you, grazing his fingers down towards your slit and the back again, never touching where you want him to. You felt so vulnerable in this position, everything splayed out for him to see, but he made you feel safe.

His eyes met yours as he continued his teasing touches. “You are so beautiful.”

His pupils were blown, just as you imagined yours were. Finally his index finger skimmed over your opening, gathering your juices, and found purchase on your clit, rubbing small circles into the little bundle of nerves.

You let out a moan, closing your eyes and throwing your head back against the pillows. He turn his palm and slid his middle finger inside you rubbing his rough pads along your favorite spot. A heat began to collect in your core. “Eyes on me babygirl.”

You struggled to keep your eyes open as he continued his ministrations on your g-spot, adding another finger. Your hips bucked again and you began to whimper, you were getting close. He brought his face to your pussy, keeping his eyes on yours. You could feel the heat of his breath on your sensitive skin as his tongue slipped out to trace circles around your clit. Your hips started to wriggle vigorously until you were nearly riding his face. He pumped his fingers in and out of you, every so often to rubbing at the spot that he knew would have you seeing stars.

The heat grew, turning into a volcano about to errupt. Your hands grabbed at the sheets, balling into fists. “Touya.. Fuck- I’m gunnA-” But your words were cut off with a moan as you came undone. Your hips rose off the mattress and you squeezed your legs around his head. He ceased his movements, letting you ride out the wave of your climax.

Lost in a cloud of ecstasy. The release did wonders to calm your nerves. You opened your eyes trying to bring them back in focus. Suddenly you felt a tap tap on your leg and looked down. There sat Touya, head trapped in the fleshy prison of your thighs. You gasped and released him, sobering up from the orgasm he just gave you. “Oh my gosh Touya I’m so sorry!”

He chuckled, rubbing his jaw. “That’s quite alright dollface. If I died between those beautiful legs of yours I would die a happy man.” He placed a quick peck on your lips. “Besides, I know how you can make it up to me.”

Before you could register what was happening you were flipped onto your stomach and your ass was being lifted into the air. He started to rub his length along your slit, smearing your juices on the underside of his shaft. The sensation of his veiny cock rubbing your already sensitive pussy sends jolts of electricity through your body. You groan, grinding yourself back onto him.

“Mmm that feel good baby girl?” He smacks your hip, using his other hand to line himself up with your entrance. A hiss leaves his lips when he pushes himself into you, savoring the way you feel around him. He bottoms out and stills, rubbing tiny circles on your lower back. The stretch feels incredible. He fills you up perfectly, reaching to your deepest erogenous zone. His inaction starts to drive you crazy and you begin to bounce yourself on his cock.

He grabs your hips and leans over your body. “So impatient. Alright then, do you want me to start moving?”You try to grind against him but his grip is firm holding you in place.

“Use your words dollface. What is it you want me to do?”Even though you can’t see him you can hear the shit eating grin on his face.

You let out a whine. “Ple-ease Touya.. p-please move! Need to f-feeel you.”

He starts with shallow thrusts, barely enough to cause friction. You whimper burying your face into the comforter.

“Is this what you want baby girl? Huh?”His grip tightens, so much for no marks. At least its somewhere you can cover with clothes.

Tears of frustration collect at the corners of your eyes and you shake your head no. Another smack lads on your hip. “I said use your words.” This time the command came out in a growl. His thrusts, though still shallow, began to snap harder against you. You needed more.

“Harder please! Ple-ease go harder!” Your pleas were granted when he pulled almost all the way out and thrust into you hard. Once, twice, then sets a brutal pace, pounding into you. He reached forward and hooked his fingers into your mouth, causing droll to spill down your chin. You were a whimpering mess. Moans and grunts filled the apartment, volume raising as you both reached your peaks.

“Fuck- I’m close. Where do you want it baby?”His thrusts turned erratic. You were almost there too.

“Inside! Cum inside me!”Arousal had completely taken over your thoughts, your pussy was the one making the decisions now.

His hand left your mouth to find purchase around your neck, pulling you up so your back was flush against his chest. His other arm wrapped around your body, grabbing your opposite shoulder and pulling you into his thrusts. He released himself inside you moaning in your ear, the pressure sending you into climax once more.

The both of you sat there a moment, steadying your breathing.

“That was..”He began.

“Necessary.”You finished.

You’re the first one to arrive at the restaurant. It was a local place, family owned, making for an intimate setting. The host seats you and you wait for the others, pulling out your phone to check for any notifications. As you look up you spot your mom walking in, she looks anxious. She notices you and smiles, almost walking into someone on her way to your reserved table.

“Hi mom.” You say with a sympathetic smile, “You good?”You rub her back in an attempt to soothe her, thinking to yourself which one is the child again?

“Oh I’ll be fine, as soon as i get a drink.” She flags a server over and orders a cocktail. You drop your hand and sigh, hoping she sticks to her promise of only one.

When her drink arrives she takes a sip, “Aahh much better.” She sighs, smacking her lips.

“They should be here soon, if you wanted to save your one drink for when we get our food..”You watched her take another sip, or more like a gulp.

“Mmm yes, yes. You’re right.”A sense of relief washed over you as you watched her put the drink down.

Your server walked up to the table. “Hello I’m Sou, and I’ll be your server for the evening. Is there anything I can get started for you? Some bread?”

“Yes we’d love some bread, and can we have water for six please? We’re waiting for some more people to arrive.” You smiled at the man.

“Actually, could you point me in the direction of the little girls room?” Your mother asked rising out of her chair. He directed her to a hallway to the right of the table and your mom was off with a quick “Be right back!”

She disappeared into the hallway right as a man with bright red hair and very large in stature entered the restaurant. You knew who he was immediately, him having the same cerulean eyes as your boyfriend. Confirming your suspicion Touya walked in behind him. You stood up and waved them over to the table, not being able to control the smile beaming on your face.

Touya got to you first “Hey babe, you look stunning.” He reached a hand around your waist and kissed you on the cheek. Then he stepped back, giving his father room to approach you. Your stomach did a somersault.

“Dad, this is Y/N.”He kept his hand resting on the small of your back to help calm your nerves a bit.

“Hello Mr. Todoroki. Its a pleasure to make your acquaintance.” You held out your hand and it was soon engulfed by his much larger one.

“The pleasure is all mine Y/N I assure you.”He smiled, which somehow made him look more intimidating. “Touya, you didn’t mention how stunningly beautiful Y/N is.” You grinned, glancing at Touya who looked like he was going to pop a blood vessel trying not to roll his eyes.

“Lets sit. Y/N is your mom here yet?”Touya quickly changed the subject.

“Yes she’s here. Shes just in the ladies room, she should be out any minute.” Sou the server returns with a basket of bread and some waters.

“So Y/N, what do you do for a living?”Mr. Todoroki asks taking a sip of his water. You give Touya the side eye. This was a subject you were hoping to avoid, unsure if his father would approve of your line of work.

“I actually own my own business.” You feel Touya’s hand squeeze your knee under the table, encouraging you to continue. “I’m a salon owner. I have a shop on the other side of town. I started off behind the chair but with the salon as busy as it is now I only do hair one day a week. The rest of the time I’m running the business.”

Mr. Todoroki eyes you from across the table and your heart starts to palpitate. Shit. Is he disappointed?

“Ah! An entrepreneur. I’m always telling Touya in life a person needs to take risks, do what makes them happy. See Touya, you could learn a thing or two from this one.” You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. Touya gives your hand another squeeze before letting go.

You begin sharing the ins and outs of the salon world when someone clears their throat to the right of you.

You look up to see your mom, frozen in place, all the blood drained from her face. “Mom?”You start to stand.

Touya and his father turn to greet her, but upon doing so Mr. Todoroki’s face drops and he can’t seem to find the words he was about to say.

“Is this some sort of joke?” Her words were like venom, and seemed to be directed toward the large man in front of her.

“Mom what are you talking about?”You try to laugh off your moms behavior, “This is Touya and his father Mr.-”

“Enji Todoroki.”She sounded furious. You looked to your boyfriend, relieved to see he was just as confused as you were.

“Do.. you two know each other?”Touya asked hesitantly.

Mr. Todoroki finally spoke. “Mira, I-”He looked at you, studied your face, then over to his son, and back to you.

“Oh.. oh no.”

“Can someone please tell us what the hell is going on?”Touya’s volume was raising in irritation.

“This..is all my fault.”You mother said before grabbing her purse and running out of the restaurant.

“Mom!” You called after her, but she was gone.

Anger and confusion rose inside you. The evening started off perfectly, of course your mom would be the one to ruin it. But how did she know Touya’s dad? You weren’t even sure if you wanted to know the answer to that question.

“I..” Mr. Todoroki looked at you, his face unreadable. “I can’t be here.”He too got up and left the restaurant with haste.

“Dad!” Touya called after him, then looked at you. “Do you know what all that was about?”

“I have no idea, but I’m going to find out.”You grabbed your phone out of your purse to call your mom, but just as you unlocked the screen a text message came in, and then another.

Mom<3: I know you’re probably confused, I’m so sorry you had to find out this way..

Mom<3: I don’t know how else to tell you, so I’ll just show you. I only have one picture of your father, and it was taken the night before I found out I was pregnant.

An attachment followed the texts and when you opened it you felt your heart fall out of your butt.

It was a picture of your mom in a skin tight dress with a drink in her hand, she was laughing and leaning into the arms of a much larger man with fiery red hair and cerulean eyes. Your father. Enji Todoroki.

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Bonus Scene (that no one asked for):

Slowly you turned to see the same look of trauma on your boyfriends face. He had been reading her texts over your shoulder, and he already knew the story of your father.

Nausea overtook you. You couldn’t speak.  You dropped your phone on the table with the picture still open and the two of you sat there staring at each other.

“Touya?”A young man with split colored hair broke the silence. You both turned to look at him.

“Shou..”Touya addressed his youngest brother in a daze.

“What’s wrong?”Shouto asked, then glancing at the phone on the table he added, “Is that dad?”

[katutsukushii]

So hear me out here. Hear me out. Quirkless omega fireman bakugou. He would be so badass and cool and gaah. I would die to read a fic about him. Also, he doesn't have a mate but is in very close quarters with all the hero's from UA's most famous hero class. They all want him and he just treats them all like his pups or something. The imagery has me squealing cause like big and buff alphas who are supposed to keep Japan safe rely on one single man to make their dinner every night.

Can’t help but think about Shouto just casually starting a fire and going, “Oops :) Better call Bakugou :) Since there’s literally nothing I can do about this :)” And Katsuki comes every time and yells at him every time but Shouto is just revelling in the fact that a pretty Omega is paying attention to him.

And if anyone asked if they could court him Katsuki would do that thing where he’d just coo at them and ruffle their hair and go, “Aw, that’s so cute, pup, look at you - such a sweet little thing.” And the Alpha would be so damn embarrassed but at the same time they’re like !!!! :D Omega thinks I’m cute!!!!!!!

[shoutingdeku]

Ok but what about an au where Todoroki is the fireman????

I mean yeah sure we love rich boy shouto, but imagine Rei split from Endeavor and they led a normal life and somehow Shouto ended up being a firefighter. Maybe he's a volunteer??

My point is: firefighter Shouto who is the reason policeman Izuku keeps getting in trouble because when the police needs help, who's going to save them if not the firemen???

Katsuki is his partner and he laughs at izuku until kirishima appears

[moonlit-mizukage]

Chapter 4: Sleep over

Written Part below the cut!

Word count: 861

An: I wrote and edited at 5am so I hope it is okay. Party games may seem lame but I tried to make it cool to add to the plot !! There's some lowkey Mineta hate in here, as I am not a fan of his at all. My mobile tumblr is clowning again so I can’t fix the images for this chapter :(

TW use of word panties

Summary: U.A.’s third year student y/l/n Y/n, has had a crush for a long time on Todoroki Shouto. One day she decides to write an anonymous love letter, sticks it under his door. She confessed her love and asked him to meet under the Cherry tree Saturday at 4pm. She prepared with her friends for this moment, but what happens when someone else takes credit for the letter?

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Friday night came around faster than anyone could anticipate. It was just after dinner time when the girl started to prepare for the sleepover. Momo was in the kitchen with Jiro making 7 cups of tea. Meanwhile Y/n and Mina had just arrived at Haguakure’s door. 

“AH HI! LOOK I DECORATED!” Haguakure yelled in their faces upon opening it. 

“It looks so cute in here!” Mina shouted back excitedly. Jiro and Momo appeared behind the two girls not long after.  

“Tea is here!” Momo said excitedly. Ochaco and Tsuyu walked in behind them. At first it was really casual, The girls just discussed their days and what not. 

“Haguakure, we should play some of those games you were talking about!” Mina interrupted as she looked clearly bored on their current topic. 

 “How about a game of truth or dare.” Ochaco cut in. If Hagakure’s eyes were visible, they would have grown in size by 3 times. 

“I loVE THIS IDEA CHACO!” 

Y/n looked over to Mina with slight discomfort. Mina looked over to Ochaco volunteering to go first. The game carried on for quite some time. 

“Okay Ochaco I dare you... to go wake up Bakugou!” Ochaco looked extremely nervous,

“Can I skip?” 

“You ran out of skips! Tsuyu can go with you anda camouflage just to prove you did it!” 

“I wish you luck Chaco. Kaminari and I woke him up once and next thing we knew it was an intense game of dodgeball. Only he used blasts...and Kami and I couldn’t get a hit in...and he got quite a few good ones on us.” Y/n chimed in. 

“I can confirm, as y/n slammed on my door and screamed at me to go get kirishima.” Mina added. 

“I am officially scared.” 

“Come on, let's go.” Tsuyu grabbed her arm and pulled her out of the room. As the two left the room Jiro turned to y/n. 

“Y/n, truth of dare?” 

“Dare.” 

“I dare you to tell me what you were doing on my floor by Todoroki's room door.” 

“Pass.” 

“You ran out of passes y/n.” 

“Ah shit, okay,” She took a breath “I may or may not have written him a letter…” 

“Awe that’s so cute! I thought you were dating Kirishima though?” Y/n laughed a little and so did Mina. 

“Her and Kiri are best pals. She’s like Todoroki for so long! She is always staring at him in class. I am so happy she’s finally going to confess to him to-.” 

“MINA!” Y/n’s face was visibly worried as Mina had now spread a secret she had been trying to withhold from her classmates. The last thing she wanted was his friends to find out. 

Just then a loud roar could be heard along with the noises of explosions. The sound of people running came all the way down the stairs. Ochaco and Tsuyu ripped open the door and slammed it behind them, panting. 

“Wow that was the scariest thing I have ever done.” 

She came back over with Tsuyu to join the circle. “What did we miss?” 

“Nothing, just waiting for you to come back in the room!” Mina said before anyone else could. 

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After a few more rounds, a soft knock came on the door. Y/n stood up to open the door as someone screamed 

“PANTY RAID!” 

Mineta Y/n thought disgusted. Not even giving a second thought she reached out towards him shooting water out of her palm power blasting Mineta backwards like a firemans hose. Kaminari peaked over rubbing the back of her head as she stopped. 

“Hey y/n… sorry about him, he was reall-”

“Don’t act like you weren’t game to try it too, Denki. You should take soon to be raisin and leave before I blast you too.” 

With that the two rushed off as y/n closed the door and went to sit back down. 

“Real talk, who would be a cute couple with Mineta?” Mina asked. 

“Mineta x Jail.” 

“Y/N! I'M SCREAMING!” She shrugged her shoulders. 

“Am I wrong though?” The other girls seemed to laugh at this as well. As the room quieted down as Tsuyu spoke up. 

“Ochaco would be super cute with Midoriya.” Everyone seemed to agree as the girls went on bothering her to confess to him. 

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Later that night….

Almost everyone was asleep. 

“Hey y/n.” Mina Whispered beside her. 

“Yeah?” 

“I’m really sorry about earlier. I didn’t mean to share that. I am just really happy you are finally confessing.” 

“It’s cool, not like you said the time or location, so I think I will be okay. I was more worried about his friends hearing and telling him. I was worried he would stand me up you know?” 

“Where are you meeting him again?”

“I asked for him to come to the cherry blossom tree after training.” 

“Oooo sweaty Todo.” 

“Mina.” She said crinking his nose. “We should get some sleep.” 

The two laid down to sleep with what they thought was the rest of the asleep girls, little did they know someone was awake and listening to their entire conversion...

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[andypantsx3]

Shouto and Bakugo as firemen though... 👀👀

Yes yes you are soooo correct!!!!! I made Shouto a fireman in my upcoming a/b/o fic lmaoooo. The brainrot is so bad rn, Steph!!!

[gimme-more-caffeine]

Babysitter Dabi Thoughts (Anyone AU)

I got Babysitter Dabi (from Anyone) stuck in my head so enjoy my thoughts/shenanigans of Babysitter Dabi. @gentrychild I think you have created a meme accidentally (at least for me) so hope you get a laugh

+_+

Dabi's first "Babysitter" item is from Kurogiri, it's a "Official Babysitting shirt"

Izuku and Shouto continue this as a joke before it's just genuine affection/gratitude, maybe other Anyone members contribute

It’s a bit of a joke that Izuku and Shouto will only listen to Dabi when he’s “in uniform”

Dabi's items came after it was realized that he was Izuku's (and Shouto's) babysitter

Some of Dabi's "Babysitter" items include:

Mugs/Cups/Shot Glasses (Izuku had stamped "Babysitter Mug/Cup" on the bottom of all of these):

World's Best Babysitter

I Drink this to Stay Sane

Officially on Babysitting Duty

I Never Get Paid Enough

Shirts/Hoodies:

Official Babysitting Shirt

Officially on Babysitting Duty

Badass Babysitter

If the Babysitter Ain't Happy, Ain't NOBODY Happy

I Don't Get Paid Enough to Deal with this Little Sh*t/S*** (Shirt was bought censored. Still not sure which version. For Izuku)

I Don't Get Paid Enough to Deal with these Little Sh*ts/S**** (Again, the shirt was bought censored. For Izuku and Shouto together)

Some of Dabi's shirts are a set with Izuku and Shouto's (not sure who's idea it was, most likely Kurogiri’s)

Babysitting merch from anyone else but Izuku and Shouto annoys Dabi, these two seem to be the only ones he is okay with

Someone in Anyone accidentally made Dabi a meme by posting shenanigans online

Dabi casually carrying Izuku/Shouto over his shoulders (I think Fireman style?) or under his arms like sacks as the two are just casually drinking/texting

Dabi has begun to mentally refer to missions as "Field/Day Trips" “Outings” or something equally sarcastic

Izuku gave Dabi an Official Babysitting Mask (Either by himself or Kurogiri's prompting)

Someone has changed Dabi's contact ringtones just to annoy him, usually they are from a Nanny movie. I could see someone using something like Mary Poppins for Kurogiri. Izuku's is "They're Coming to Take Me Away"

Dabi has somehow gotten Izuku and Shouto to debunk Conspiracy theories as a group activity (to prevent boredom) while they also start their own. It has become a club and I think Shouto has tried to get others to join

Izuku has gotten Dabi various "Babysitting" trench coats

While I know Inko is pretty much kept in the dark about Anyone, I still see her seeing pictures of Izuku with Dabi and/or Shouto and is just like "Aw Izuku made a friend!" even if Dabi is wearing Babysitting clothes

I can see Inko somehow sending stuff to Shouto and Dabi as a result as a "Thank You"

All For One/Kurogiri sending Dabi books on babysitting, pretty sure he burns these

Dabi’s pay seems to jump for/after certain missions, he is trying to find the pattern

[ofmermaidstories]

Ohhhh, out of all occupations civilian!readers (in both your Deku and Bakugo stories, as well as future Shouto) could’ve had, why have you chosen the occupations that you did?

honestly? mostly because i like them and they sound cool LMAOOO DSFJSDKLFJSDKL. that’s pretty much it. surrender started simply because i was like “,,,,, flowers,,,,”, something is a manga artist because it’s cool and also nerdy and todo’s Reader is gonna be a jeweller because i was,,, a dumbass,,, and had a meltdown about jewellery on this blog and another user (to whom i will always be grateful MUHA) was like, “jeweller reader????” so yeee. it was all very monkey brained. i write things i like. there’s a bookstore reader in the works for the same reason (books are cool) and a costume designer with the tokyo ballet (ballet is cool) and i’m tossing up between a fine art gallery reader for a fireman!bakugou fic, or a waitress at a Elvis themed cafe. 🧐 can’t decide what’s more fun 🧐. i really like art — i have a little collage of some of my favourite pieces that i add to every now and then, or swap out ones — but also…. Elvis 😌 (and THEN i could name the fic after Burning Love which is in the top 5 of best Elvis songs, do not @ me for this).

have you ever seen/read Bleach? if you haven’t, there’s one scene where one of the characters is forced to go with the enemy in a hostage type situation — she’s given a grace period to say goodbye. and so she goes and visits the guy she has a crush on (who’s also the protagonist lmao) and gives this lil spiel about how if she had five lives she’d do all these different things — eat lots of different food, have five different jobs, cute stuff like that (she ends it by saying, wistfully, that she’d fall in love with the same person five times and honestly i was a hardcore ichihime from the very beginning, because nothing gets my motors revved faster than one character habouring a secret crush on another, so i am probably very biased, but i’ve always enjoyed this scene…. even if a new and even more exciting ship came along afterwards in the form of orihime and her kidnapper LMAOOOO sdfjlkdsfjklsdjfkdsfjkldj i loved him….. the fics for that pairing were,,,, unparalleled 😩). it’s hard not to feel the same limitation, though — if i could split myself into several different people and live out several different lives instead of trying to cram it all into one, then i would. idk. writing is fun for that reason, i guess. 🧐 much to think about.

[365daysoftododeku]

4th December 2019

Author: Mara

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Fire Alarm

Izuku didn’t mind the dormitories. Yes, he missed home, but it was nice. He shared his dorm with a guy named Iida Tenya. He couldn’t have asked for a better roommate, as Iida cleaned up his things, knew how to cook, remember to do the groceries and could help Izuku with some of his homework, if necessary. His neighbours were nice too, guys and girls his age who all suffered under the strain of college, arranged impromptu movie nights and one of them was a stress baker. If there was one person he would want to room with other than Tenya, it would be Hagakure Tooru. She might be a little bit messy and loud—not that Tenya was quiet per se—but she was a stellar baker. Everything she baked was worth dying for (one guy nearly died from it, but that was because the fool hadn’t asked about the ingredients and apparently had a garlic allergy). Soon after the rumour spread around that the guy was a vampire, but nobody had proved it yet.

There was one thing he didn’t like about the dormitories, and that was that a group of just-adults lived there. Like, they weren’t teens anymore, but definitely not adults. Wild parties were held weekly, sometimes the stairs were occupied by idiots sliding down them on sledges. Every floor had at least three students who know first aid, as people did the most ridiculous things. You even got some discount if you knew first aid because that meant it was unlikely the landowner had to deal with it. And the fire alarm.

People were allowed to cook, perfectly fine if people actually knew how to cook. The issue was, most of them just tried things. Izuku was one of those people, no shame in admitting that. But he had never set the fire alarm off. Others, however, weren’t all that successful. Izuku knew the emergency protocol on the top of his head by now, and he has been living there for three months.

~*~

When the fire alarm went off, Izuku wanted to nothing else but burry himself underneath his pillow and ignore it. But Iida wouldn’t allow it, yelling that they had to leave. That this was not a drill. It probably was nothing, but Izuku knew that Iida would drag him out of bed if necessary. Not breaking the rules today for Izuku.

Rolling out of bed, Izuku slipped into a pair of flip-flops and grabbed his jacket. He was already wearing a flannel pyjama—a bit embarrassing but he at least wouldn’t freeze his arse off outside—and they jacket would keep any remaining cold out.

Grabbing his keys, wallet and phone, he shuffled after an unfairly awake Iida. He would never achieve the level of awakeness Iida could. The alarm hadn’t been blaring for more than two minutes, yet Iida looked like he hadn’t slept a wink. No, he looked like he had woken up on his own and not by the noise. Izuku most likely looked like he just had risen from the grave.

Once outside, the square the dorm room was located it (together with a few more) was filled with students. A few were like Iida, wide awake and herding the students to the cold outside, but most were like Izuku. Barely awake, bleary-eyed and dressed in sleepwear. He spotted a few familiar faces, a couple of his neighbours, some of his classmates. Then his gaze landed on a familiar figure that made Izuku’s heart beat fast.

He still had no idea who the guy was, aside from being a student, but Izuku was smitten. Well, attracted to him. The guy was wearing sweats and a worn t-shirt, his long, pink hair was tied up in a messy bun. He didn’t look like he had just woken up, neither clearly awake nor bleary-eyed. More like he just had to go to bed.

Realising the guy was probably freezing—it was Winter after all—Izuku overcame his nervous jitters and stammering heart and walked over to his crush. Was it a crush? Maybe.

“Hi,” Izuku greeted, waving awkwardly.

The guy jumped, looking at him with wide eyes. A look of guilt was written all over his face.

Realising that the guy probably was the one who had triggered the fire alarm—there was no other reason to act so jittery—Izuku pondered if he should bring it up. It was really obvious, from his reaction, but he didn't want to make the guy feel uncomfortable. It could happen to everyone.

“Isn’t it cold?” Izuku pressed on, toying with the cuffs of his jacket.

The guy shrugged, though he pressed his arms closer to his body. Goosebumps run all across his bare arms.

Shrugged off his jacket, Izuku pushed it in the guy’s arms, “here,” he offered. “It might be a little short, but it would suck if you get ill from this.”

Taking the jacket from Izuku’s grip, the guy put it on. It didn’t fit him all that bad. What the guy had in height, Izuku had that in width. It fitted illy around his shoulders, but that made the sleeves long enough to properly hit his hands.

Almost disappearing into Izuku’s jacket, the guy muttered a ‘thanks’.

 “I’m Midoriya Izuku,” he offered the guy his hand, in the hope to finally learn his name.

Reluctantly, the other guy took his hand, “Todoroki Shouto.”

A silence fell over them, one that made Izuku feel jittery. The guy was clearly uncomfortable, probably for causing this whole mess, which meant that it was up to Izuku to start a conversation. So Izuku did what he did best and start to talk about whatever popped up in his head. Ranging between his roommate, his mother’s cooking and his teachers, Izuku managed to keep himself occupied through the entire inspection.

When the fireman gave them the all clear, Izuku stopped talking. He had been so caught up in talking that he hadn’t realised that Todoroki hadn’t answered at all. Izuku probably had bored him to tears with all the chatting.

Looking at Shouto, he was proven wrong. The guy looked a little startled, blinking a few times while frowning.

“Why did you stop?”

Izuku started at the guy in surprise.

“Because we can go back inside?” Izuku said awkwardly, pointing at the thinning crowd. “And I was talking too much.”

Todoroki’s cheeks started to grow even redder and he looked away, toeing the ground.

“I like listening to you talk,” Todoroki admitted.

Oh. Izuku felt his cheeks heat up. That was really sweet, but also a bit sudden. The guy didn’t know Izuku at all, unless—

Had Todoroki been looking at him like Izuku had been looking? With interest, but keeping it at fleeing glances, afraid the other would catch them?

“You should go,” Todoroki muttered, still refusing to make eye contact. “Your boyfriend is waiting.”

Confused, Izuku looked over his shoulder. Iida was waiting for him, well, sort off. He probably was waiting for Izuku, but also making sure that everyone was back inside and hadn’t fallen asleep outside, risking getting hypothermia.

“Iida is my roommate,” Izuku pointed out.

Todoroki looked surprised, finally making eye-contact with Izuku. He was really pretty, but also adorable. With the bright blush staining his cheeks, his eyes almost sparkling. The pink hair helped.

“So, you’re single?” Todoroki asked bluntly.

Flustered, but seeing no reason to lie, Izuku nodded. Feeling a little daring, and since he had nothing to lose anyway, Izuku decided to ask the same question, only sounding a little more nervous.

“You’re single too?”

“Yes.”

Izuku’s brain was overloading a little. He was flirting, with this guy, this absolutely gorgeous and adorable guy and he had no idea how he was even an option for Todoroki. So Izuku ended up doing what he did best, talk. And that included blurting out stupid shit.

“Did you set off the fire alarm?”

There was a long moment of silence before Todoroki snorted and shook his head, “did it once, in the first week I think. But not this time around.”

Izuku was sure that his face was resembling a colour close to Christmas-red. Seemed that he was in the mood for an early Christmas.

“But you looked so startled when I talked to you—I’ve been told I don’t look all that menacing.”

Todoroki muttered something Izuku couldn’t catch.

“What?”

“Nothing— do you drink coffee?”

Izuku nodded.

“Would you,” Todoroki stammered over his words. “Join me for coffee, tomorrow?”

“Sure, um.” It took Izuku way too long to realise that Todoroki was asking him out. “Before morning classes?”

Todoroki nodded, fidgetting with the zipper of Izuku’s jacket.

The mood around them turned awkward and feeling tired, jittery, cold and with his heart beating erratically, Izuku offered Todoroki a non-verbal goodbye and fled like the coward he was.

 Iida greeted him with a curious expression, eyebrows subtly raised.

“Where is your jacket?”

Izuku looked back at Todoroki. He now was talking with another guy, who looked like he had just woken up. Not thirty minutes ago, when the fire alarm went off, but a minute ago.

“I will get it back tomorrow.”

Iida’s eyes lit up, “so you have a date with Todoroki?”

Izuku wanted to ask why Iida knew Todoroki, and why he had never told Izuku that, but he just felt giddy. He was going on a date with Todoroki, and only because some fool had set off the fire alarm. If he ever found out who had set it off, Izuku would send them his portion of Hagakure’s homemade food.

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[kagehinataboke]

29. Bartender!todoroki and drunk!bakugou, bakugou can't stop flirting with todoroki, he's so drunk he doesn't remember they are already dating. I THINK YOU ARE AMAZING, THANK YOU FOR YOUR HARD WORK ❤❤

aww thank you so much you sweet lil bean~ uwu, i’m on it!!!

tdbk: [29] bartender/convenience store worker

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Todoroki is used to dealing with drunk patrons: it’s part of the job description when you’re a bartender. What he isn’t used to, however, is his boyfriend of four years being one of those drunk patrons. Bakugou is on his fourth drink, and he’s extra flirty—but also extra stupid. Todoroki can’t understand half the pickup lines he’s using, but it’s obvious that he doesn’t recognize him.

“Katsuki, you’re wasted,” Todoroki sighs and sits beside him at the bar after delivering a tired restaurant owner his glass of whiskey. “I’m taking you home, okay?” He glances at his boss for approval, and she nods quickly. Translation: Get him the hell out of here.

“You’re going… home with me?” Bakugou repeats, words slurring together. “You can’t. I have a… boyfriend.”

Todoroki forces down the overwhelming urge to strangle him. “You’ve been flirting with me all night even though you have a boyfriend?”

“Just flirting…” Bakugou’s head slumps for a moment before he picks it up again. “Harmless flir… Where am I again?”

“Alright, we’re going now.” Todoroki gets an arm around Bakugou’s shoulders and nods to his boss, who waves him away in relief. “Katsuki, hold yourself up a little. I know you can handle alcohol better than this.”

Bakugou doesn’t answer: he’s passed out on his feet. Just perfect. Todoroki will have to lug his dead weight twelve blocks to their apartment.

Idiot… What made him go and get blackout drunk in the first place? It’s happened once or twice before, but Todoroki always forgets exactly how annoying it actually is. Bakugou will be all apologetic and sugary sweet for the next week, sure—but that doesn’t change the fact that right now Todoroki has to fireman-carry him down the sidewalk for twenty minutes.

By the time they reach the apartment, Todoroki’s arms are weaker than jello. As soon as Bakugou has safely hit the couch, Todoroki collapses on the floor beside him in an exhausted heap. Of course, the asshole chooses that exact moment to be drunkenly resurrected with a loud groan.

He rolls over to squint at Todoroki, eyes slightly less bloodshot after his twelve-block power nap. “Shouto… Where am I?”

“You’re lucky you’re not sleeping in an alley somewhere,” Todoroki grumbles, straightening out his stiff legs. He sighs a second later: it’s hard not to feel sympathetic, even though he knows he shouldn’t. “We’re at home. Get some sleep, okay?”

“Shouto, I saw this bartender that looked like you,” Bakugou murmurs after a second of blissful silence. Todoroki rolls his eyes, but the subject is already being changed: “I can’t remember how I got here.”

“I carried you here, jerk,” Todoroki says with a sigh. Sometimes he really wishes he didn’t work at a bar. He knows that Bakugou probably only came to see him and ended up getting drunk in the process. If he worked at a hospital or a library, he definitely wouldn’t have this problem.

“Sorry…” Bakugou glances at him sidelong, an unreadable expression on his pale face. He looks eerily close to death. “I really wanted to see you. You’re pissed, aren’t you?”

There’s almost an audible ‘thunk’ when the words hit home. Damn, Bakugou is too good at making Todoroki feel bad, even when he isn’t trying. He wasn’t really that mad in the first place, but now all he feels is exhaustion and repressed loneliness. “I’m not mad, okay?” Todoroki sighs. “I wanted to see you, too. You could’ve just waited until I got back instead of coming to drink.”

“Sorry,” Bakugou murmurs again, reaching out to squeeze his hand. His actions are always so soft when he’s been drinking. “Can we sleep now? I want to wake up and see you.”

“Pfft…” Todoroki almost laughs. “What kind of logic is that?” He holds Bakugou’s hand for a moment longer, studying his tired face. He’s an idiot, yes—but for some unfathomable reason, Todoroki loves him anyway. “Yeah, okay… let’s go to sleep.”

“Mm… Carry me to bed?”

“Okay, now you’re pushing it. Come on, I know you can walk a bit.” Todoroki somehow gets him up and safely into the bedroom before the last of his strength finally gives out. Bakugou holds onto him from behind so tightly that his ribs crack. “Hey, you don’t have to strangle me. I’m not going anywhere.”

“Promise?” Bakugou squeezes harder. “If you left, I’d die. I’d spit up blood and just… die.”

The words, albeit stupid, fill Todoroki with warmth. He’s given the last four years of his life to this idiot, and he just can’t stop falling deeper and deeper in love with him. Life sure is strange—but then again, so are they. “You wouldn’t die, Katsuki. I’m a person, not life-support.”

“I’d die.” Bakugou is quiet for so long that Todoroki thinks he must’ve fallen asleep. “To keep from leaving… marry me, okay?”

Todoroki almost chokes. He struggles to reign himself in, squeezing Bakugou’s arm to keep his composure. “Idiot drunk… Say that to me when you’re sober.”

“Would you say yes, then?”

Would he? It’s hard to be sure, but in the twilight half-dark of their bedroom, with a headache and aching muscles, Todoroki thinks he might know the answer.

“…Ask me again in the morning.”

[dailytodomomo]

i really, really want to write fireman!au todomomo with shouto as the fireman and momo being the one he saves from her office that’s burned down jfdiosfj. 

[tiffersthenerdyficrecs]

TodoDeku AU Fics

(*) Indicates my most suggested reads.

Your Best Kept Secret and Your Biggest Mistake by TheAprilFool(Updating/Incomplete)

Rating: Not Rated Categories: F/M, Gen, M/M, Multi Relationships: Midoriya Izuku/Todoroki Shouto, Bakugou Katsuki/Uraraka Ochako Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Uraraka Ochako, Bakugou Katsuki, Todoroki Shouto, Todoroki Enji | Endeavor, Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Midoriya Inko, Todoroki Fuyumi, Todoroki Shouto's Mother, Todoroki Shouto's Siblings, Midoriya Hisashi, Monoma Neito, Kendou Itsuka, Kayama Nemuri | Midnight, Shuuzenji Chiyo | Recovery Girl, Ishiyama Ken | Cementoss, Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Ectoplasm (My Hero Academia), Uwabami (My Hero Academia), Yaoyorozu Momo, mentions of momo's mother Additional Tags: AU, College, College AU, tech firm au, student, Drama, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Fluff, but probably hella angst so be warned, Mpreg, Past Child Abuse, Past Abuse, Abuse, enji is a dick, all might's cool, Trigger Warnings, Eventual Happy Ending, more tags to come, manipulative enji, semi supportive bakugo, Panic Attacks Summary: Izuku Midoriya and Shoto Todoroki come from two very different worlds. Shoto is the heir to a billion dollar tech company, whose father has very specific plans for him. Izuku is just some scholarship kid who Enji's sure is just looking to cash in...at least until he finds out that he's also top intern at his number one competitor's company.

Enji is willing to fight for number one by any means necessary, even if it means manipulating the parent of his future grandchild. Izuku just wants Shoto's family to be involved.

And Shoto? Well he just wants Izuku...but if his dad can help it, that's never going to happen.

Everyone except You by CakeyDill*

Rating: Mature Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Categories: F/M, M/M Relationships: Midoriya Izuku/Todoroki Shouto, Todoroki Shouto/Yaoyorozu Momo, Bakugou Katsuki & Midoriya Izuku Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Todoroki Shouto, Uraraka Ochako, Yaoyorozu Momo, Bakugou Katsuki, Kirishima Eijirou, Ashido Mina, Asui Tsuyu, Class 1-A (My Hero Academia), Class 1-B (My Hero Academia), League of Villains (My Hero Academia), Awase Yousetsu Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - College/University, College Student Midoriya Izuku, Age Difference, Bakugou Katsuki Swears A Lot, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - No Quirks (My Hero Academia), Slow Burn, Strangers to Lovers, platonic bakudeku, Platonic Relationships, Messy situations, Like our boys are always getting into trouble, Don't worry, they're safe in my hands, Not Beta Read, I mean some chaps are but mostly it's just me, Not Canon Compliant, Midoriya Izuku Swears, BAMF Midoriya Izuku, Mild Angst to add flavor to this meal ;), Happy Ending, Endgame Tododeku, Fireman Todoroki Shouto, Todoroki Shouto is Bad at Feelings, Mutual Pining, Fast-Paced with cliff hangers, I am not sorry Summary: AU where Midoriya Izuku is a college pre-med student and Todoroki Shouto is a fireman and EMT.

Upon meeting during Izuku's attempts to save the life of his professor after a cardiac arrest, Shouto and Izuku can't seem to stop meeting each other in increasingly dangerous situations. Their very different lives are suddenly meshed together as they discover something about themselves at each chance meeting.

Can these two men find something special?

Maybe all it takes is several terrible incidents, a few heartbreaks along the way and true determination to bring these two together.

Not All Guardian Angels Have Feathers by CrzA*

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Categories: F/M, M/M Relationships: Midoriya Izuku & Todoroki Shouto, Midoriya Izuku/Todoroki Shouto, Midoriya Inko/Yagi Toshinori | All Might Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Todoroki Shouto, Midoriya Inko, Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Todoroki Enji | Endeavor, Toga Himiko, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Bakugou Katsuki, Kirishima Eijirou, Uraraka Ochako Additional Tags: Pre-Relationship, Alternate Universe - Demons, Demons, Demonic Possession, Exorcisms, Demon Summoning, Demon/Human Relationships, Growing Up, Friendship, Developing Friendships, Developing Relationship, Slow Build, Feelings Realization, Feelings, Warm and Fuzzy Feelings, Fluff, Angst, Fluff and Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Hurt, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Todoroki Enji | Endeavor's Bad Parenting, Demon Rankings, Demon Hierarchy, Blood, Serious Injuries, Death, Character Death, Demon Deals, Contracts, Master/Servant, Master & Servant, Runes, Demon Powers, Magic, Getting to Know Each Other, Panic Attacks, Anxiety, Implied kiribaku, Other Additional Tags to Be Added Summary: A powerful demon shackled by his rank, his will held hostage by his father's rule. A young child raised by exorcists, curiosity and smarts unmatched by anyone his age. Certainly, it can only be a match made in Hell, one that will either destroy them or bind them together by more than just fate.

Dancing to the Melody of Heartstrings by CrzA

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Midoriya Izuku/Todoroki Shouto, Midoriya Izuku & Todoroki Shouto, Midoriya Izuku & Uraraka Ochako, Bakugou Katsuki & Midoriya Izuku, Todoroki Shouto & Yaoyorozu Momo Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Todoroki Shouto, Uraraka Ochako, Bakugou Katsuki, Ashido Mina, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Kaminari Denki, Todoroki Enji | Endeavor, Midoriya Inko, Shinsou Hitoshi, Kirishima Eijirou, Sero Hanta, Jirou Kyouka, Tokoyami Fumikage, Utsushimi Camie Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Dance, Alternate Universe - No Powers, Fluff and Humor, Fluff, Post-Break Up, Pre-Relationship, Getting Together, Light Angst, Slow-ish burn, Pining, Aged-Up Character(s), Slow Build, Todoroki Enji | Endeavor Being An Asshole, Texting, Bakugou Katsuki Swears A Lot, Explicit Language, Anxiety, Flashbacks, mentions of abuse, Unhealthy Relationships, Other Additional Tags to Be Added Summary: “K-Kacchan was the only one I’ve e-ever loved…” He pauses to take a gasping breath. “I still love him…”

“I know.” Uraraka sighs again, but this time it’s not exasperated as much as it is understanding and sympathetic. “Which is why you need to get out of here. Stop thinking about him and start moving on.”

Or the Dance AU no one asked for where Izuku is depressed about breaking up with Kacchan, so Uraraka takes him to a club to lift his spirits and he meets the guy who's going to keep his thoughts busy for far longer than he intended.