Masterlist! {Last Updated 16/9/2018}

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Green-eyed jealousy

Request by @ladyizaya

Words: 1663

Pairing: Tododeku

Valentine’s day. A time to celebrate love, or to wallow in self-pity at the lack thereof as everyone else seems to be adamant to shove it in the face of the less fortunate. Unloved, unwanted… Okay, perhaps that was a little overly dramatic, but Izuku is especially cross with the holiday in this specific moment, as if the very meaning of it was made to mock him and his own feelings.

Coming to terms with the fact that he is actually in love with one of his best friends hadn’t been easy in the slightest. At first, he’d assumed it was just admiration but as they started having more interactions, becoming closer, the butterflies in his stomach whenever Todoroki was around pointed to something more. Izuku accepted that he had a small crush on his friend and that, just like with Uraraka before him, it would slowly fade away and he’d move on, the sudden realisation that he is actually into guys as well as girls already enough for him to deal with. Once he got over that little new discovery, he just noticed that his feelings only intensified the longer he tried to ignore them.

Todoroki made his heart race just by standing near him, feeling the warmth of his left side when they sat together at lunch made his whole body feel like it was on fire and seeing him change in the locker rooms nearly sent him into cardiac arrest. He’d try not to stare, he would, but when someone that good looking is also that shameless it’s hard not to.

Izuku found himself dreaming about Todoroki, holding his hand, cuddling him, kissing him. His class notes are covered in creases and tears from erasing doodles of the other boy that he’d draw without realising, paling with the thought of him actually finding them when they studied together.

To put things in very simple terms, Izuku’s feelings never really went away, only grew stronger, and now he’s absolutely certain that if he’s not already in love with Todoroki, he’s much too close to even think of denying it. If he’s being honest, he has absolutely no idea if the other returns his feelings and it’s frustrating because usually Izuku can tell everything Todoroki is feeling with just one look into his eyes. But this? He hasn’t an inkling as to how he feels towards him. Sometimes he thinks that he might feel the same, stares that linger just a little longer, little touches that Izuku is left wondering if they mean anything more than what they seem to. On the other hand, there’s other occasions in which he’s convinced that Todoroki could never like him back.

Still, he’d never know unless he actually took the chance and confessed, right? And what better excuse to confess his feelings than Valentine’s Day? Well, apparently, any other day before this would have been better.

Izuku is gnawing at the inside of his cheeks as yet another girl pulls Todoroki aside during their break. That’s the fifth one just this morning, he notes with displeasure, something hot and vile coiling deep in his gut and making him clench his jaw, tasting the blood on his tongue as the flesh tears under the aggression. He feels the prickle of tears in his eyes, turning away just as he sees the girl bow low and present a pretty pink envelope to Todoroki.

She’s gorgeous too, all of them are, one after another, coming to their classroom and calling for him, all nervous smiles and blushing faces. Izuku should have expected it, in retrospect, Todoroki is attractive, the holder of the unofficial title of ‘Pretty Boy of Class A’, it’s only natural that he’d have admirers all over the school. He’d been unapproachable in their first semester, intimidating, cold. But after he opened up he no longer exuded that aura that sent others running the other way, he was inviting, welcoming even. Enticing, desirable.

As the day goes by, Todoroki gets confession after confession, holding on to the countless letters and chocolates he’s offered and Izuku has no clue what he plans to say to any of the girls, walking back to his desk and putting the gifts and envelopes away without looking at their contents. Izuku swallows down the jealousy, the thought that he doesn’t even know if Todoroki likes guys to begin with looming over his head like a dark and gloomy cloud and souring his mood further. He wonders what all those letters say, the faces Todoroki will make as he reads them all in the privacy of his room later that day. He wonders if any of them will get a positive reply. There were so many beautiful girls, so many wonderful contenders, Izuku would never stand a chance against any of them. He is likely not Todoroki’s type, whatever that may be.

He is no one’s type. While Todoroki had been approached by so many girls he’d have lost count if he wasn’t so focused on each and every one – sixteen: six in the morning, two at lunch and four in the afternoon – Izuku had only gotten a box of chocolates from Uraraka. One she had made for him along with the one for Iida, Asui and Todoroki as well. As if he needs any more. Izuku scolds himself at the thought, telling himself that it’s not his friend’s fault, it’s no one’s fault. He just has to accept what he’s always been told, he’s plain-looking, nothing like Todoroki, not good enough for him.

Discreetly wiping at his eyes, sniffling lowly, Izuku adjusts in his seat, waiting for the teacher to get there and start the last lesson. It’s better this way, Todoroki will choose one of the cute girls to be with and Izuku will move on without having to suffer through a rejection. He’ll just give up on confessing. It’s better this way. It’s better this way.

When the classes finish, Izuku watches from the corner of his eye as Todoroki carefully puts all the gifts in his bag that he still hadn’t, getting distracted by the sickening feeling that settles in his stomach and not noticing that the rest of their classmates quickly make their way out. Only he and Todoroki are left in the otherwise empty classroom when he jolts back from his negative thoughts and finally starts gathering his things.

Wordlessly, he walks up to Todoroki, waiting for him as always, backpack already on his shoulders and ready to leave whenever he wants. But rather than pick up his messenger bag off the desk and leave with him, Todoroki looks at Izuku with an intensity in his eyes he’d never seen before.

For a moment, Izuku panics, wondering if Todoroki has noticed his obvious staring, if he let his jealousy show too much and now he’s upset him, or worse. His heart gets caught in his throat, beating far too quickly and much too hard, loud in his ears in the quiet of the room. Todoroki clicks his tongue and turns his back to Izuku, head hanging low as he stares down at his shoes and Izuku is holding his breath, frozen and not daring to make a single sound.

“Midoriya…” Todoroki’s deep voice is deafening in the overwhelming silence, the sunlight hitting him in such a way that it throws his shadow ominously across the room. “There’s something I need to tell you but I’m not sure how.”

Izuku knows that he should say something, that he should tell him whatever it is, he can tell him. But all he can think of is Todoroki asking him to stop being his friend, to keep away from him and never bother him again and his words turn to ash on his tongue, tears once again threatening to spill from the confines of his eyes and he stares up at the ceiling to stop them. He hears the shuffle of feet and forces himself to look back at his friend, seeing him biting on his lip, a hand rubbing at the back of his neck as he shifts nervously.

“I’m not really good with saying things pretty and after all those girls put an effort into writing down their feelings I…” He trails off with a sigh and Izuku feels that unpleasant sensation spread through his veins at the mention of the confessions, thinking that Todoroki already knows which one whose feelings he wants to accept and just doesn’t know how to say it. Asking for advice, that’s what this is. “I’m just going to come out and say it… Midoriya, I like you.”

Izuku was bracing himself for the killing blow, ready to push past his feelings and run to his room to cry out the pain but this knocks the breath right out of him. He has to hold on to the desk closest to him, his knees buckling beneath him and not even that being enough to support him. He simply crumbles to the floor, a hand over his mouth as the tears finally break free and he gasps for breath around the tiny sobs.

Todoroki kneels beside him, hands hovering between them and terror mixed with uncertainty shining in his eyes. The expression sends a pang through Izuku’s chest and he can’t stop himself from throwing his arms around Todoroki’s shoulders, burying his face in the cool side of his neck and staining the skin there. Shakily, the other returns the embrace, trembling hands rubbing at his back in stiff circles as Izuku picks up the pieces of his mind until he feels whole enough to speak.

“I’m sorry Todoroki-kun, I don’t like you back.” He sobs, feeling his friend tense and finishing the thought as quickly as he can manage. “I’m in love with you…”

It takes what feels like an eternity for Todoroki to finally relax, pulling him closer and kissing the top of his head. “I think I’m okay with that…”

Muslim brothers and sisters

So I found this app called Scan Halal where you scan the bar code of your food and it tells you if its halal or not. It’s a free app too. Pass this on so others can see and worry a little less about their food/snack choices

okay but why do cis girls (both heterosexual and wlw) think they can get away with saying homophobic ass shit under the guise of jokes about hating men.... telling mlm their attraction to men is gross or a disease isn’t funny and feminist it’s literally just homophobic. it functionally does the same thing as mainstream homophobia- villainizes male sexuality in relation to other men. anyways i’m a gay trans man and i love boys so much they are so beautiful and handsome and fuck u if u tell me to “get better soon” bc i’m gay and ur wlw

and wlw, u can fucking reblog this. i actually think y’all should i’m tired of this shit

edit: het girls too!! please!! i didn’t mean to target wlw specifically, i apologize, i was just very angry at the time i was writing this

when you draw a face, but you never bothered to get the body right first.

✓ yes I hallucinate

✓ yes I have delusions

✓ yes I’m psychotic

✗ no this doesn’t make me “scary”

✗ no this doesn’t make me “dangerous”

✗ no this doesn’t mean I’m gonna hurt you

it’s time we stop acting like psychosis is so scary and psychotic people are evil. we’re more likely to be victims than to victimize.

that’s it… that’s the post…