#toga x reader

[c-herryx]

I wanna rewatch mha just for toga and the league of villains, if mlp and MHA universe collide I feel like pinkie pie and toga would get on so well together.

[mochazai]

I find quite a lot of comfort in the thought that the members of the league of villains would either a) not care about our horrible self image or b) hype us up until i am completely comfortable with our chubbier physique :3

yes i know the same can be said about the class 1A crew too but the league are my favourites

no but imagine:

Toga hyping us up when we feel down

Twice being baffled at our self hatred and vehemently denying all the negative thoughts we voice

Mister Compress waxing some cheesy poetry like the gentleman he is~

Spinner wouldn’t really comment much but might join if he’s roped onto the compliment train but twice and toga

Shigaraki would mutter something about how caring about what others think is stupid because who cares about what stupid normies have to think!

Dabi wouldn’t give much of a fuck ofc

Kurogiri would also be surprisingly positive and uplifting

[grenadehearts]

twilight au but it's tgck

[gwenotstacy]

it starts the way most bad habits do — quietly, almost sweetly, like something harmless that slips under the skin before you can notice it.

toga doesn’t tell herself she’s stalking you. no, no, that sounds too ugly, too sharp, too much like something that might scare you off. she tells herself she’s watching, she’s appreciating, she’s just… keeping an eye on you. because someone as soft and warm and stupidly kind as you? you need someone to watch your back. that’s all. she’s doing you a favor.

that’s what she says, at least.

but really? she likes the way her heart flips when she sees you turn a corner. she likes the way she can spot you in a crowd instantly, like her entire body is tuned to your presence. she likes the way your voice carries in the air, even when you’re just talking about something boring, like the weather or your grocery list or the stray cat you saw outside your apartment building. she likes the little things too — the way your hands move when you talk, the way you tilt your head when you’re pretending to think but actually just stalling for time, the way your smile looks like it was carved just for her eyes.

you don’t know she’s there. you never do. toga is good at becoming part of the background, slipping through shadows, lingering just far enough away to not be noticed. but sometimes, when she’s perched on a rooftop or tucked behind a half-closed door or following you through a crowd, she imagines what it would be like if you did notice her. if your eyes finally caught hers. if you smiled at her the way you smile at everyone else. if you said her name like it meant something.

you don’t, though. not yet.

she tells herself she’s okay with that.

but today… today you look different.

maybe it’s the soft light in the air, the kind that turns everything golden around the edges. maybe it’s the new jacket you’re wearing, the one that fits you just a little too well and makes toga want to tug at the zipper with her teeth. maybe it’s the way you’re walking, slow, thoughtful, like you’re actually enjoying the quiet around you instead of rushing from one thing to the next.

whatever it is, toga feels it like a pulse beneath her skin.

she follows you down a street lined with old brick buildings, the kind that always smell like dust and sun-warmed stone. you pause to look at a storefront, and toga stops too, hiding herself behind a lamppost that definitely does nothing to hide the frantic beating of her heart.

you tilt your head. your lips part just a little. the sunlight lands on your cheek with a softness that should be illegal.

toga’s breath catches.

she wants to take a picture. draw you. memorize you. carve the image onto her heart. something permanent, something she can keep even when she can’t see you.

you sigh, and it’s quiet, delicate, a little tired. and toga thinks, i could fix that. i could make you happy. i could make you smile every day if you just let me.

you start walking again, and she follows without thinking. she’s done this so many times it’s muscle memory — step where you step, pause when you pause, move when you move. but today there’s a warmth blooming in her chest, something bright and dizzying that makes her fingers twitch.

you turn a corner, and she watches the back of your neck, the shape of your shoulders, the way you tuck your hands into your pockets to protect them from the cold.

she imagines slipping her hand into yours. she imagines you leaning into her without fear. she imagines you calling her name in that soft little voice you never use for anyone else.

she wants that. she wants you. she wants you so much it makes her feel like she’s glowing from the inside out, like her skin is too small to contain it.

you stop at a crosswalk, waiting for the light to change. toga stands just close enough for the wind to carry your warmth toward her. she inhales, and it’s almost enough to make her feel full.

almost.

the light turns green. you step forward. she follows.

and in her chest, a single, stubborn thought keeps blooming, over and over and over:

someday, you’re going to look back. someday, you’re going to see me. someday, you’ll know you were never alone.

she smiles to herself — soft, sharp, lovesick.

until that day comes, she’ll admire you from the shadows.

for now, that’s enough.

(it has to be.)

[deadhands69]

University Gothic

Exploring the House [attic]

Himiko Toga x Reader || Quirkless College AU When the biggest party on campus ends up being at a haunted house, you bail on your plans to ghost everyone early and go on an adventure with a new friend. University Gothic Masterlist || Based on prompts from @scary-grace 's Anatomy of a Haunted House

You planned on having a lowkey evening. Dropping by the party to say hi to your friends. Sipping juice from a solo cup so no one asks why you aren't drinking. Then ducking out early to study for the exam you have on Monday. It's not that you wanted to be boring and ghost everyone, your professor just happened to schedule the test 40% of your grade is riding on immediately after the biggest party of the year.

In any case, that doesn't matter. Because all of that was before you met her.

As you filled your cup and topped it off with a handful of questionable ice, a blonde girl approached you. You found yourself lost in her honey eyes as she giggled about how much fun she was having with all the people. Quickly, you learned that her name is Toga. You also learned that she loves parties and being around people.

One thing led to another and now you're exploring the house together.

The basement is packed with people and loud. Outside is also pretty busy, but at least you can breathe. When you go back through the kitchen and into the living room, you're thrown into the thick of it again. There doesn't seem to be a single area of the house that isn't filled with people.

"Let's look around upstairs!" Toga exclaims, grabbing your hand and pulling you back into the entryway. You follow her, peaking in various rooms as you pass. It's less crazy up here, mostly people looking for places to hook up.

Wait, you wonder, is that what you're doing? You don't think so. Toga is nice but that's not the vibe you're getting. This is fun, an impromptu adventure with a new friend. That's all it has to be.

You watch as she jumps to grab the rope hanging from the ceiling and pulls down the folding ladder that leads up into the attic. Excitedly, she gestures for you to follow her up. You pause for a moment, debating how much you want to go through the owner's belongings. It's fine, you decide, all in good fun.

When you peak into the space you find that the owner's don't have anything in the attic — it's completely empty. The floor is a bit dusty and the tiny window could be repaired, but otherwise nothing stands out.

"This is my favorite part of the house!" she exclaims, pulling the stairs up so they aren't blocking any of the bedroom doors below.

"Favorite? You've been here before?" you ask, wondering how. Rumor has it, the owners never have anyone over. This is the first time there's been a party here since the house was built. She must just like attics in general.

She giggles. "Come on!" Pulling you across the room, the two of you spin to the music.

"I've wanted a friend for so long! Everyone else is less fun that you. I'm so happy you're here!"

"Me too," you say, meaning it. You really are glad to have come out tonight. If everyone did parties like Toga does, you'd probably stick around for more of them. It's nice how open she is with her excitement as well, you don't remember the last time anyone was this elated by your presence. It's nice.

"Come on," she says, smiling a little too wide. "Let's be best friends forever!"

"Sure," you reply, starting to feel like the forwardness is a bit much for the half an hour you've known her. You check the time on your phone to confirm. It's 2:21 am. Already? Maybe you've known Toga for a few hours now, but you don't really know much about her yet.

"Uhm, what's your birthday? Or your favorite color? Your major?" You ask the questions, but she simply grins at you.

"You're going to love it here," she replies, ignoring half the conversation.

"I—what?" you pull away, moving back towards the exit. But she doesn't let go, continuing to spin with you. The wall is getting closer, you nearly slam into it on one turn.

"Hey, uh want to go outside and find some more space?" It's a little cramped in here for this.

She smiles. "We can do that after!"

"After? After wha—"

Suddenly, you're flying into the wall. But it never hits, instead everything is dark. You're weightless and heavy at the same time. Nothing makes sense. Wooden panels surround you, making you feel like you're stuffed between the walls. Inside the walls.

Is that possible?

Feeling trapped, you shove the palm of your hand forward in an effort to press through the drywall. It moves, but so does the material around it. Shoving your whole body forward, the same thing happens. You scream, but no noise comes out. Desperately, you scrape at the walls bending to your touch.

"Isn't this so much fun?" a voice giggles in your ear.

University Gothic Masterlist || BNHA Masterlist

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[littlemissroxy]

Lovesick Girls

Pt. 1

Pairings : Himiko toga x Fem!Reader

NOT PROOF READ

Quirk: Hemokinesis

The ability to create and control blood. You can control the blood in other people’s bodies, as well as your own. You can create blood from nothing and can use that blood to form items, If you can picture it you can make it. This Has its limitations. Over use can lead to extreme light headedness, fainting, and vomiting up blood.

Summary: After many years held in Tartarus you finally escaped. You now find yourself at the mercy of an old friend with a few too many connections. He takes you to meet with some sort of villain crew on the condition that you help them with their missions, and they give you a place to stay. But what happens when you find yourself falling for a girl who’s all too similar to you.

You still remember reading the headline off of some newspaper just days after you had escaped.

“Security Breach At Tartarus! Inmate 2286 Escaped!”

You couldn’t help but scoff, not even willing to call you by name. To them you were nothing but a number.

You read on.

“The suspect may be armed and dangerous. If you come into contact with this individual do not engage. Inmates' quirk is Hemokinesis. This individual is extremely dangerous and has been convicted in the murders of her mother and father and is a possible suspect in many more..”

You sighed as you read on. Same physical description of you they had used the first time you were in the news. Your fingers pinched the bridge of your nose as you read further. A repeat of the same bullshit story they had used when you were caught.

“An innocent family brutally slaughtered by their own daughter.”

You bit down on the inside of your cheek. The taste of iron slowly filling your mouth as you crumpled up the newspaper, throwing it off the roof you had been resting on.

Himiko’s POV

“OW!” Twice yelped, hand rubbing the side of his head; voice echoing off the walls of the alley way.

“So much for not drawing attention.” Shigaraki hissed through clenched teeth, his steps quickening.

“Oh hey what’s this? Looks like total trash! Let’s read it. Probably some boring crap anyways!” Twice went on as he picked up what was seemingly some sort of discarded newspaper.

Toga watched as twice began hastily straightening out the pages. His eyes scanned over it quickly before he spoke once again.

“Whoa inmate escaped from tartarus that's cool- LAME! Who cares?! We should recruit them!”

An escaped inmate wasn’t something people heard about often.

“Hey let me see!” Toga shouted, attempting to read over Twice’s shoulder, before choosing to instead just pull it from his hand. Her eyes flickered all over the page before landing on something that immediately caught her attention.

Hemokinesis. Another blood quirk?

She continued scanning the page until her eyes fell on you. Her lips pulled into a grin. She giggled to herself admiring the picture.

“Toga put that trash away, let's go.” Dabi spoke, waiting for her to catch up with the rest of the group.

Toga rolled her eyes begrudgingly, tearing out the front page folding it up and tucking it away in the pocket of her cardigan. Making a mental note to bring it up to Shigaraki once he was in a slightly better mood.

Your POV

It's been 5 days since you escaped and the streets had been lined with heroes and cops and it was getting harder to stay out of view. You decided to call the only contact you still remembered.

Riiiing

Riiiiing

Riiiiiing

“Heyyy! I knew ya would call.”

You let out a sigh of relief

“Giran, god I thought you wouldn’t pick up.”

He chuckled “Come on! No names remember? We can’t be too careful now!”

“Shit- sorry it's just been a while.” You spoke somewhat apologetically.

“It's all good, y’know I couldn’t hold a grudge. Hell, you getting outs was the most exciting news I've heard in a long damn time.”

You smiled to yourself slightly. “Thanks, I really do appreciate it…” you paused.

“Listen- uhm I really hate to ask you this but I'm in a tight spot right now. I just- I really need a place to stay.” You grimaced.

He laughed once again “Didn’t you think I’d know that? I mean seriously who did ya live with the first time you were a runaway?”

You felt yourself relax as your heart rate finally started to slow a little. You smiled, “You, I lived with you.”

“Exactly, now- you remember where you and I met?” Giran questioned”

“Mhm”

“Perfect, you meet me down there and I can get you a nice place to rest up alright?” You could damn near hear his grin through the phone.

“Yeah, got it. Thank you again” You replied before he hung up.

You spent the next hour or so slowly sneaking your way through the city. Godamned heroes lining every corner made it much harder than it needed to be but you finally made it. You smiled. Of all the things that had changed while you were away you were thankful to see that the old building the two of you had met in hadn’t changed a bit.

You slipped in through the same broken window you had the night everything happened. Same place but it felt so different.

The blood on your hands long since washed away but the feeling still remains.

You cringe at the sound of broken glass beneath your feet. Your eyes squinting in a desperate attempt to adjust to the dark. You always felt like it was a shame this place had closed down, it was just a small long abandoned restaurant but something about it always felt safe to you. The old booths you used to use as a bed still were just as comfortable as you remembered.

You slumped into the booth head resting on the back of it. A creak at the door made you sit upright. Blood swirling around your hand forming a knife as you held your breath.

Suddenly the door swung open, you shot up from your seat instinctively throwing the knife at the figure standing in the door.

You heard a yelp as the figure ducked.

“Whoa whoa whoa!” He yelled, hands raised in surrender. “So much for a warm welcome.” Giran laughed.

Your eyes widened, realizing you’d damn near stabbed an old friend.

Giran just smiled as he moved towards the booth you were previously sat at. The crimson knife in the wall losing its shape, blood retreating back to your body.

He collapsed onto the booth wasting no time lighting a cigar. The familiar smell immediately flooding your senses.

“Soo- heard ya made a guy bleed out through his eyes. That true?” Giran asked absentmindedly

“Wow, great conversation starter Giran.” You sighed not exactly wanting to talk about that.

He grinned “Fine finee, story for later. Maybe I could interest ya in talking about something else then?”

You caulked your head slightly.

“What do ya know about the League of Villains?” He questioned

Himiko’s POV

“Hey Tomura! Read this” Himiko chirped, waving the paper in his face.

Tomura shot her a glare, snatching the page out of her hands.

“An escaped prisoner from tartarus hm?..” he grinned

“Maybe we’ll have to arrange for a visit.” He spoke gruffly

Your POV

“Uhuh, so you're telling me some sorta big bad villain groups trying to recruit me? Sure sure.” You laughed.

Giran sighed leaning forward in his seat. “Hey, I'm being serious. They’ve taken some real interest in ya.”

You smiled but it didn’t quite reach your eyes. “I know you're being serious. I know. But come on seriously? What? I go back to risking my life for some team of villains for what? More poorly written articles? I'm sorry but I don’t think so.” You retorted, leaning back against the seat. Your eyes fell to your lap.

“How about a permanent place to stay? A home. I mean fuck kid aren’t ya tired of all this running. From the moment ya left that house that’s all you’ve ever done.” He spoke

You looked back up at him. Something about his words struck much deeper than they should’ve. The two of you sat there in silence as you weighed your options. Deep down you knew it was your best option. But a part of you felt sick thinking about it. Finally gaining freedom just to put it in the hands of some villain group you’d never even heard of. But what options did you have left? Keep running, keep sleeping on roof tops until you inevitably get caught? Forced back into a cage where you’ll live out the rest of your life?

“Fine.” you huffed.

Giran beamed, smoke from his cigar spilling from his lips. “I knew you’d come around!” He put his cigar out before standing up, stretching his arms above his head.

“Well then now thats outta the way, lets getcha a place to stay until the league’s ready to meet ya.”

The next few days were mainly spent catching up on some much needed rest on Giran’s couch. It was a bit strange, a kind of safety you hadn’t felt in god knows how long. It was nice, just a place to exist without rules or guidelines.

Freedom.

“Wakey Wakey!” Giran shouted, pulling the blanket off of you. You groaned, hiding your face in your hands. Giran chuckled.

“Fine fine i’ll let ya rest for a bit longer, don't forget you’re meetin’ the league today.” he said.

His words immediately woke you up, You bolted upright on the couch hand running through your hair. “Shit- that's today?!”

Giran laughed. “Yeah kid, that's today. In just abouuut- two hours actually!” he gestured to the extremely old clock on his wall. “Ill leave ya to go get ready, i’ve gotta take a call in the other room anyways. There's clothes on the bathroom sink for ya, it's nothin’ fancy but it's what I could find.”

Himiko’s POV

She sat on the bar feet absentmindedly swinging off the edge.

“Isn’t she so cute?” Toga giggled admiring your photo, her fingers tracing along the jagged edges of the page.

Kirogiri just nodded silently, his eyes peering at the page.

Shigaraki joined the group spinner, dabi, and compress following behind.

“Toga get up, we’re leaving.” Shigaraki spoke, eyes shifting to Kirogiri who just gave him a small nod as the fog began to grow around the league.

Your POV

You groaned, minutes felt like they dragged on for centuries as the two of you waited for the leagues arrival.

You slumped against the rusting walls of what seemed to be some abandoned shed as you continued to not so patiently wait.

Giran stood leaned up against a wall, cigar in hand. His eyes shifted to you as he smirked.

“Jeez kid, calm down they’ll be here eventually.” He shrugged, smoke slipping from his lips as he spoke.

Just then like he’d somehow spoke it into existence a cloud of purple takes its place in the center of the room. You bolted upright and your quirk activated on instinct. Blood seeping through your fingertips swirling around your hand in an effort to form some sort of dagger.

This action was cut short as Giran piped up, “Told ya they’d be here soon.” he spoke with a cocky grin.

You relaxed, the half formed dagger began to drip back into nothing but a puddle on the ground. Your eyes regaining focus on the portal ahead of you.

You were immediately taken aback by some figure absolutely covered in what seemed to be- hands?

“what the fuck?..” you muttered, the words slipped out before you could even process what you were looking at. Giran chuckled behind you.

You watched as the portal closed behind them revealing a rather fancily dressed man, face hidden beneath layers of purple smoke. Giran walked towards the group, you took it as a sign to follow.

“Heeeey! Glad to see ya finally showed up.” Giran smiled.

Your eyes scanned over the group nervously until they landed on her.

HI DARLINGS IM BACK!

I just want to say i’m so so sorry for being gone for so long, I just had alot going on but i’m finally getting back into writing and I will be posting a lot more soon.

@lovelifeluaghsukuna

[chebun]

Toga Headcanons

AN: Toga headcanons because I love this cutie and wanna attempt to capture her character. Feedback would be greatly appreciated 🫶

Collects trinkets that remind her of you like maybe a plush or even a pretty rock, on the same note i think she’d keep some of your things for the same reason.

Also kinda obsessed with you (not in a creepy way- maybe a little ) I just think she wants to know everything about you and your life , like when you start a good book and cannot stop reading.

Definitely a huge fan of physical affection like hugs and nuzzling herself into your neck- and never lets go of your hand !!

Pretty sure she has no knowlage of what personal space is, she’d crawl into your body alongside you if she could.

Your things are also no longer yours, they’re your shared belongings now.

Nibbles on you from time to time and if you allow it will also drink some of your blood.

[mywrittenconfession]

girlfriend!Toga begging you to take her to the mall to also beg you to buy her a new outfit, face care kit and a puppy, you only said no to the pet, ‘being a villain didn’t allow time for feeding a dog’ you argued instead agreeing to purchase her a new stuffed animal, Toga happily said yes!