“Thank you for being Shoto’s friend.”
One of the greatest moments in anime history.
you thought they couldnt get tinier, but they CAN ((kindergarten au ft. venti family in honor of his bday!! I took this chance to use the hc design i had of dvalin and andrius :))) ))
— never forget who you want to become —
ᴛᴏᴅᴏʀᴏᴋɪ ꜱʜᴏᴜᴛᴏ ★ 轟焦凍 ☆ (ᴊᴀɴᴜᴀʀʏ 11) ♡
I wish I was Y/N
Omg omg squid game requests?! May I request a scenario where reader partners up with bakugou or todoroki to play the marble game? they don't know whats gonna happen and then "thanks for playing with me." line then BANG 😩 I hope it's not to confusing feel free to ignore it
Thank you ❤
Why not both?
Slight spoilers for the 4th game! Proceed with caution!
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You will compete with your partner in a marble game of your choosing. The loser will be eliminated.
"The game is simple," Shoto says, his ten marbles simply lying in the palm of his open hand. They should be the promise of something fun, a nice afternoon spent playing games with friends, and yet, you know they'll be coated in blood soon enough.
Will it be his or yours?
"Here are the only two rules. Listen well."
His free hand rises until softly stroking your shoulder, the gesture meant to be reassuring and yet bringing a cold shiver down your spine. It's one of the last times he's touching you, you know. It's one of the last times you can raise your eyes to his and gaze into his mismatched irises. It's one of the last times he gets to look at you lovingly, the promise of a future together stolen far too early by a stupid game of marbles.
"The rules are: you win, and I lose."
Your blood freezes in your veins. This can't be happening. This can't be happening. This can't be happening. Shoto doesn't give you enough time to protest and instead grabs your wrist in his lean, icy cold fingers to slip every single one of his marbles in your palm.
You feel like you can't breathe.
You feel like you're going to die if he says another word.
You feel like you've already been shot and yet you're the one with a golden ticket to your future and not him.
The stupid, unwanted future he won't be a part of.
"Shoto, you can't-"
"Sir?" he calls the masked guy standing stiffly next to the two of you. "We're done here. I lost."
It all goes so fast you don't even see it coming, not while your whole world is crumbling right under you feet at the exact same speed the man in a triangle mask raises his weapon towards Shoto's forehead.
"Don't look," he says with a soft, rare, kind smile. And, then, he whispers, lower, with a tenderness that stabs you in the chest to leave you torn open, bleeding to death. "Love you."
You don't obey his last demand, don't fulfill his last wish.
You look, and blood splatters on your face, in your eyes, on your lips as the bullet goes through his head, as he falls down to his knees and then on the ground, his body now cold, lifeless as it rests next to the stupid marbles that have slipped from your trembling fingers.
They're coated in his blood, now.
"You're fucking kidding me," Bakugo growls, and it's the kind of sound that means nothing good is going to happen now, not if he has a say in it. The kind of sound that means fury is running in his veins, rage burning its way through his chest and brain, hatred coating his heart wholly and fully and leaving nothing behind but a trail of blood in Bakugo's wake.
You're not even sure if he noticed, but he caught your hand in a firm and yet tender grip as soon as the voice pronounced the deadly words.
In this game, you will compete with your partner.
Meaning one of you will get shot in the head in less than 30 minutes. And there is no escape, no way out now that the game has started. One of you will get to walk away from this hell of a fake little town, leaving the other's corpse behind, lying in a pool of blood.
Bakugo lets go of your hand to catch the masked man standing next to you by the collar of his red outfit. You hear him gag a bit under the black metal covering his face, but there's no struggling against Bakugo of all people. He could break anyone's neck with a flick of his wrist if only his opponent wasn't carrying a rifle in his gloved hands.
"What the fuck does this mean?" he barks, and for the first time, there isn't only pure anger dripping from his tone. Raw despair pulls at his vocal chords too, just like it pulls at your thoughts, at your chest, at your heart.
"Katsuki," you call, voice wavering as the masked man raises his weapon to your boyfriend's chest.
Bakugo has no choice but to step back, teeth gritted and fury in his gaze.
28 minutes left.
"I'm not going to play with you," he says then. "Think I care about those stupid marbles?" In a gesture filled with angry violence, he snatches your little satchel from your fingers and opens it with a snarl to slip his marbles inside. "Here, take them all. 'm not going to play with your life over some dumb fucking toys."
You try to get the satchel back from him, but he pushes you away.
"Wait, Katsuki! You have to play with me, you have to!"
You wouldn't be able to live with yourself if he laid his life out for you, and of course, you know, neither could he. He eyes you with a frown, assessing the situation, the little light in his gaze telling you that he does understand that you can't let him go down with a fight, because after all, that's what he is.
A fighter.
"Let's have a game with a 50% chance of winning, right, Kats'? Let's say I put a marble in one of my hands, if you can find the empty one you get my marbles, if you can't then I get yours."
After a few seconds, he nods.
He trusts you.
He shouldn't, not when both of your hands are empty, not when he finds nothing in your palm when you uncurl your fingers to show him the one he chose, not when you give him an apologetic smile as despair creeps over his features, taking over every single emotion in his crimson eyes.
"You win," you tell him, sliding the satchel in the pocket of his sweats.
You think he curses you, calls you something filthy, maybe tells you that he loves you, every single word slipping from his lips with the strength of an anchor pulling at your heart until it sinks down in your chest, until it disappears into the abyssal depths of the love you bear for the man you just saved by forfeiting your life.
He hates you for that now, but it's alright.
"Love you," you whisper as the shot echoes around the room.
And you don't see it, but maybe he falls down to his knees next to your corpse, and maybe he cradles it while crying for you, blood staining his fingers as he pushes back the strands of your hair that have fallen in front of your closed eyes. And maybe he holds you so strongly that his knuckles have turned white, and maybe Kirishima and Izuku have to pull him from your lifeless body so he'll be out of the room by the end of the countdown because he just can't make himself leave you behind. And maybe he hates them too as they do so, and maybe he hates the whole world and the rest now that there's nothing, no one left for him there.
And maybe he'll see you again in his dreams and you'll play marbles then but this time, he'll simply kiss you better if you loose.
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You stare blankly at where his hand was just seconds ago, gaze zeroing on the engagement ring and white gold band. His warmth is still on your skin. But his love for you apparently has been long gone
Pairing: Todoroki Shoto x Reader
Warnings: Has mature content, mentions of cheating and divorce
Status: Ongoing
Taglist: Closed
Updates: Weekends, no definite time
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Epilogue
I too, want to bake an apple pie for our Venti 🥺
— ft. ; albedo, childe, diluc, kaeya, kazuha, thoma, venti, xiao, zhongli (separately) x gender neutral!reader
— notes ; FLOOFY FLUFF. just some random modern-ish! au hcs for some characters. in paragraphs. lowercase. arranged alphabetically. these are just my random thoughts! i thought of these at like, 1 am & in sleepy car drives & during class? WC, ≈ 1.5k
— warnings ; some mentions of food, hate / negative comments (but really just in a comfort, barely any hurt kinda way), clothes shopping. nothing much tbh, but pls inform me of anything i may need to add! c:
— a/n ; i finally finished w/ this omg hi hi ! thoma has full custody of my heart ;( no, scratch that, all of these boys own my heart (send help *internally screaming*). <//3 i shall now post this ehe, hope y'all like this !! hav good day everyone <3
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on one day when the two of you are just relaxing together, ALBEDO lends you his sketchbook! you were expecting to see lovely drawings of the beauties of nature and all… but still, it’s a pleasant and rather flustering surprise to see as well many drawings of you. you, his muse who has shown him many of the wonders of life. and so he kisses your cheek, smiling and merely commenting that you are the most beautiful nature has to offer.
you’re not sure whether to be in a surprised or i-definitely-saw-this-coming mood when you see that CHILDE bought that one a-little-bit-too-pricey top you were eyeing… but you daren’t chastise him for it, especially seeing the genuine love in his eyes. shopping with him is always lovely, as he somehow knows what clothes will look great on you (he says all of them will, though. and he’s right btw <3).
on some really early mornings, CHILDE grins at you cheekily as you both discreetly play music in the dead of night even though you both should be sleeping. he grabs your hand, twirls you around though the song doesn’t even match his actions, and pulls you close. and, he stares in your eyes softly, with genuine love—only to smooch you quickly before twirling away and turning up the music to a louder song he prefers… it’s fun jamming to songs of both of your music tastes, dancing like no one’s watching.
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If you needed any reasons, here are 10 why I am a Shouto simp:
1. His character design is awesome. He can totally rock anything - being an awkward moon, a clingy koala, an empty-headed flower or a judgmental blob of syrup - it all works. There is a multiverse of Rokis and I love all of them.
2. He is one of the funniest characters. Full stop. He’s hilarious (often unintentionally, but that’s beside the point).
3. He spends his free time trying to help his mentally ill mother heal. He visits and writes letters. Because that’s how he feels now. (And that makes him an icon, honestly).
4. The many shades of sluuuuuuuurp - he has such a range. It can go from passive aggressive to kind and supportive. (How do people call his face blank?)
5. He’s a statement in a turtleneck (or in fugly cardigans or traditional clothes. He could probably get away with wearing a sack, but that’s besides the point)
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