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hey gohan,,,, how about u actually write instead of adding new muses

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i really, really, really want to do some writing / plotting with izuku so if you hit the like button i’m probably gonna rush to your ims / discord to plot for him specifically. i’ve got plenty of verses to write in and i can cook them up on the spot if needed. so far, for izuku, i have

fantasy au

villain au

hogwarts au

atla au where he is the avatar ( can be adjusted to him being an earth bender tho )

hunger games au

lmk if you’d like a rundown of specific verses

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how adorable are you?

touya todoroki is 90% adorable. Extremely unusual, husband material.

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handofsmite asked: ❝ nothing’s going to take you from my side. ❞ (for Shouta) // handofsmite

❤ ▏  —  CARING SENTENCES ! ;

it is both a promise and a threat.

as slender fingers work through dark locks, shouta tips his head back to look up at toshinori, trying to read his expression. he seems gentle, a certain glow in his eyes letting him know that his words are a bit more sinister than he makes them seem.

no one escaped new sun. no one.

but shouta doesn't want to escape. he had come here willingly, unaware that he had only been a piece in the game, put right where he was wanted.

he lifts a hand to circle fingers around toshinori's slim wrist, gently moving his hand from his hair so that he could press a tender kiss to his palm, keeping his gaze upon his master.

       "i'm right where i want to be," he mumbles into his palm, tired gaze lowering as he moves into his lover's space, wrapping his arms around him. "and i would rather die than ever leave your side."

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itsicynhot asked: the room was a mess. toys were scattered about and blankets were thrown over each other in piles. shouto crawled out of a small hiding spot him and eri-chan had made out of chairs, blankets, and pillows. he glanced up at aizawa from the ground, face blank. "sensei, eri-chan isn't here. sorry--" a small "eep!" behind shouto said otherwise.

❤ ▏  —  UNPROMPTED ! ;

shouta stands in the doorway, looking around the room. he hasn't seen shouto's room very often, but he's almost certain it's never been this messy before. he sighs, giving himself a mental note about talking to eri about cleaning up after herself when they get home. he steps into the room, head canting slightly at the set up the two of them have made and is quite impressed, given the way shouto's set up his room.

       "is that so?" he crouches down to be at eye level with shouto, brow raised. "that's unforunate. well, if you do see eri," he begins, "can you tell her that hoshi is going to be home, all alone, waiting for her to cuddle. . ."

there's a gasp from within their fort and a moments hesitation before small form wiggles out beside shouto, wide eyes looking up at shouta. "---but she won't be alone. she'll have you--"

       "oh, would you look at that -- we found eri." shouta giving shouto a knowing look before he throws a thumb over his shoulder. "true, but you know she likes cuddling with you. besides, todoroki has class tomorrow morning. help clean up and then we can head out. i'll be in the hallway." he reaches out to ruffle her hair, then pauses to do the same to shouto.

       "thank you again for watching her, todoroki. i really appreciate the favor."

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handofsmite asked: Hair up means Shouta's neck is more susceptible for neck kisses. Well, maybe just for a nibble.

❤ ▏  —  UNRPOMPTED ! ;

       "---hey." it's a warning, though given half-heartedly. he turns his head a bit to look at toshinori, lifting a hand to where he'd been nibbled. "don't start what you can't finish," he continues, waving a hand idly towards the door. "people are going to be here soon and i'd rather my pants not be any tighter than they have to be."

though it is his fault, at the end of the day. he had purposefully put his hair up because he knew it got a rise out of the blond. and if new sun wanted him, he would have him. shouta doubted it would take no more than an order to keep everyone outside until they were done --- but he shakes his head, getting his mind out of the gutter.

       "should i put my hair down, then?"

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anchoredstowaways asked: ❝ let me take a look… ❞ // for kaminari from jirou ❤ // anchoredstowaways

❤ ▏  —  CARING SENTENCES ! ;

       "ah, no, it's fine ---" still, he doesn't stop her from reaching out to take his hand to inspect the cut. he glances off to the side, blush quickly creeping up his neck and cheeks with jirou standing so close to him. "see--- s'not that bad. i just, uh -- i only need a band aid." she lifts his other hand, scratching at the side of his face.

       "awww, were you worried 'bout me?" he grins, canting his head to the side to try and get a better look at her face. "you totally were, weren't you?"

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itsicynhot asked: an eight-year old shouto walks over to his older brother and tugs on arm, impatient. the left side of his face is caked with makeup and he looks almost embarrassed as he speaks up in a low tone. "i can't take off this makeup, and i'm scared nee-san will get mad at me for rummaging through her things. can you help me??"

❤ ▏  —  UNPROMPTED ! ;

touya sits cross-legged on his chair, tapping and clicking away in his video game. he makes an annoyed sound when he feels someone -- shouto, he knows -- tug on his arm. he pauses his game to look at him, ready to yell at him for disrupting him, but his words get caught in his throat as he stares down at him.

shouto's words are slow to process as he reaches out to touch his little brother's face, frowning. he's only got makeup on one side of his face and his heart squeezes painfully in his chest. stay calm, touya. don't scare sho.

       "why were you in her make-up in the first place?" he asks, voice tight. he uncrosses his legs as he stands from the chair, taking shouto's hand to lead him to the bathroom. fuyumi has to have make-up wipes in there, right? he closes the door behind him, lifting shouto up to sit him up on the counter. he eyes him again, frowning as he worries his bottom lip between his teeth before he begins searching.

only the left side was covered in make-up.

       "you know there's no reason for you to wear make-up, sho-chan." aha ! there are the make-up wipes. he stands upright and opens the package, moving closer to shouto to begin wiping the make-up off. "you look fine as you are." he gives him a reassuring smile, even though it hurts his heart. "if you do want to wear make-up, why didn't you just ask fuyumi? i'm sure she'd love to try out lots of different looks for you," he adds playfully, carefully wiping away whatever gunk shouto had put on his face.

when it's all gone, he tosses the used wipes into the trash and returns the wipes to their spot before he's holding his arms out for shouto to help him off the counter. 

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