Songbird Singing Things Mayday Shoto Todoroki x Reader
Songbird Singing Things — Mayday - Shoto Todoroki x Reader
Bad things have happened on missions before. Puncture wounds, falling unconscious, and gashes over your legs and arms were not uncommon occurrences when fighting villains. What was nice was that when you and your coworkers would get scooped up by a helicopter, armored car, or even an undercover ice cream truck, there would be healers. People with quirks - like U.A. 's beloved Recovery Girl - would be there to lend a helping hand, healing your wounds and setting your bones with a wave of their hand or a kiss on the cheek. But today… today those helicopters and armored cars and ice cream trucks would not be able to get to you. Recovery Girl and those healers would not be able to squeeze their way through the shallow opening of the cave composed of rubble that you were currently trapped in. This was a bad thing. A very, very bad thing.
Your breaths were becoming shallower with each passing moment. Has it been three hours since you've been stuck in this cage made up of rocks or has it only been thirty minutes? You have no idea - your concept of time has been stripped from you ever since you were knocked out. But now you were awake, and you knew of only three things. One. It was dark, but little beams of light wedged its way through the cracks and fissures that separated the boulders. That meant it had to be day or you were in a place with a lot of light. You had begun this mission at dawn this morning, so that had to have meant you've been here for only about two hours. Two. The pain in your torso was unbearable. You had let your fingers travel to feel your skin beneath your hero costume, just above where the supposed injury was. When you lift your hand, your fingers are covered in blood. Dark, red, blood. Three. The man across from you is freaking out. Pacing back and forth, hands running themselves through his red and white hair, eyes wide. You understood, though. If it was him in your place, you'd be doing the same thing. You probably would be a step further - pulling your hair out and crying, maybe. Because he was your best friend. And you were his. You cough a couple times, eliciting a gasp of pain from your throat. Immediately, Shoto's by your side, crouching down and looking at you. His hand went up to cup your cheek, trembled, and then he set it back down by his side. A tired smile spread across your cheeks, your eyelids droopy. "You can do that," you say softly, gaining Shoto's eyes on yours. "I don't mind." His smile was tight-lipped, but he obliged, letting his shaking hand cradle your cheek. You let the weight of your head fall into his calloused palm. "I tried radioing to the team that we need backup ASAP." He murmurs, brushing the stray strands of your hair from your face, tucking them behind your ears. From his tone of voice, you knew that the result was not successful. "We're gonna be here for a while, huh?" You say, feeling faint and a little queasy. Shoto nods, an apologetic look on his face. You scanned him quickly - there were no incredibly bad injuries, just little cuts across his arms and it looked like he got nicked on the cheek when the two of you got trapped. Two or three of the little capsules on his utility belt were missing. "It looks like it - but everything should be okay. You were only knocked out, right? Nothing else too bad?" Shoto asked, the back of his hand coming up to feel your forehand. The second his hand touched your skin, he retreated it immediately. "Damn, your forehead feels incredibly hot – do you have a fever? Were you feeling bad this morning?" Swallowing was hard since your mouth was incredibly dry, but that's the only reaction you could put forth. You were feeling perfectly fine this morning - the both of you knew that. Chipper as always, with a cup of coffee in your hands, you were in perfect health. That only meant one thing. "I guess I have one now," you say, heaving a deep breath. You try and pry your hero suit open, just around your abdomen, when your best friend turns around, a light flush taking residence upon his cheeks. "Sho," you say breathlessly. "You need to turn around, because you need to help me." The tremble in your voice was what did it for him. You never let yourself express pain like that before - not even when a villain had sliced a gash clean open on your calf. "Okay, tell me what I have to do." Shoto asked, curiosity and worry thick in his words. You let your head lean back on the rock wall, looking up at the speckled "ceiling." You closed your eyes and breathed in and out, willing yourself not to cry. "There's a zipper at the top of my costume. I need you to pull it down. I have a black tank top underneath, so don't worry about… just don't worry." You describe, your arms falling at your side. Nodding, Shoto steps forward, finding the zipper just underneath your chin. His fingers brushed your jaw for just a second before he slowly started unzipping your outer jacket. Finally, it zipped off and he was able to peel it away, only to suck in a breath. His eyes landed on the spot that your tank top was covering, soaked in blood and a clear, defined cut in the fabric. "Y/N…" he says, his voice quiet but laced with heavy distress. "You've gotta," you start, taking a big breath in between your words, "peel the top up. To look at the wound." You felt incredibly bad that you had to put him in this position. You've known Shoto long enough to know he was squeamish - in high school whenever someone got a flesh wound, he'd not-so-subtly excuse himself or disappear from the scene. Here, however, he didn't bat an eye. He grabbed the bottom of the black fabric and pulled up, earning a wince on your face and a slight groan of pain. You could tell just from his face it was bad. When you finally got a good look at your injury, you wanted to vomit. The skin surrounding it was blotchy and discolored with pus leaking out. "Y/N," Shoto began, voice wavering. He finally meets your gaze again, and you wish you could rid his eyes of all that worry and concern. "What the hell happened out there." Things were going okay. Actually, better than okay. Things were going great. The stealth part of the mission had been a success - the undercover team had gotten the documents that your agency required you to secure and they were only two minutes away from the safe spot where you, Shoto, and the rest of your team were waiting. It was a little spot in the woods and the ground was quite clear, so you resorted to hiding up in the trees. The smell of pine was lulling you into a comfortable silence as you leaned up against the trunk. Your legs were dangling off of a branch and you let them swing. But then a strangled voice on your intercom broke through. "Mayday! Mayday! Y/H/N do you copy?!" Quickly, you lept into action and touched your ear, enabling your microphone. "I copy! What's your status!?" On pure instinct, you're gliding through the woods, jumping onto tree branches and swinging from tree to tree. "We need backup, stat! We're right near the entrance, villains on our tail!" "On it, I'll be there in thirty seconds." And, true to your word, you were there. Taking down villain after villain, you were successful in getting the undercover team out. Scanning quickly around the area, it seemed to be clear. "Not even leaving one for me," you smiled as you heard Shoto's voice, his arms crossed and a faux-unimpressed expression on his face. "Gotta be quicker next time Sho," you chirp, jogging to his side and giving him a nudge with your elbow, "I wanna see you use that new move of yours at some point." Shoto tilts his head and gives you a small smile. You should've been more aware of your surroundings. You shouldn't have been so concerned about if your hair looked kind of crazy or if there was something in your teeth. But it was Shoto walking next to you, giving you a smile, and a slight breeze was ruffling his hair. You couldn't really focus if his hair was behaving like that. That was when they struck. Hiding in the shadows, three villains pounced upon the two of you. One was made up of a sort of slime, able to spread and encircle both you and Shoto. The two of you scrambled into a back-to-back position, ridding yourselves of any blind spots. But that didn't matter. The villain facing Shoto raised his gemstone and mineral-covered arms, plowing out the earth beneath yours and your best friend's feet, sending you down, down, down. That would've been enough, however the villain facing you must've felt left out. It seemed like they were throwing out her shoulder, like they were trying to effectively dislocate it from their body. Instead of squealing in pain, though, the villain let her arm transform into a drill barbed with some sort of liquid and sent it plunging beneath your armored jacket, right into your torso. In less than a blink, you were left unconscious – the only thing you registered before falling into darkness was Shoto's arms around you, one holding you to his body and the other bracing your head, his cheek on yours and his head tucked in. "Barbed arm," you say as Shoto unclipped his utility belt, unhooking all of the little capsules. "Right before we fell, she got me," you huffed, a slight laugh accompanying your words. Shoto clicked his tongue and shook his head as he examined the capsules, only finding bandages and burn cream in the ones he had. "Dammit, dammit!" He hissed, taking the capsules and shoving them to the side. He was sitting with his back turned to you, staring at his hands. "Just bandage me up, I'm fine," you say, trying to convince the red-and-white haired man that he had some control over the situation. "Y/N/N… Y/N/N you have blood poisoning. You need help, now." He had no control over this situation. All he could do was sit and watch as your status worsened. And that it did. Chills began to rack your entire body, shaking your entire frame. Shoto did decide to bandage it, even though it wouldn't help or hinder your injury – it was more for your and his sake. He was currently at your side, watching in a panic as you tried to hold yourself and get some warmth from your hands into your body, but to no such avail. Wordlessly, he scooched you forward and situated himself behind you. His arms settled around your frame and held you into him, more into his left side. You were out of it, but you were conscious enough to feel his breath grace the back of your neck. "…warm…" You murmur, nuzzling your head into the left side of his neck. You were sweating buckets even though you were cold and there was definitely dried spit crusted on your cheeks, but Shoto made no move to push you aside. In fact, he held you closer to him. "You can fall asleep Y/N." He whispers into your ear, "I won't let you go." You let your entire weight fall onto him and your eyes fluttered closed. You felt so weak, so frail in his arms that he didn't quite know what to do with himself. One of the capsules he had happened to lose during the fight held poison relief and pills that would break fevers. He wanted to kick himself so hard for losing those - even if it couldn't have fully cured you, it would have helped ease your discomfort. Instead, here you were lying on the ground, feeling the full forces that blood poisoning brought with it. He knew that this was not something they could wait out - within the next twenty-four hours, they needed to be out of this man-made cave and chasm. Every two minutes he would religiously check the signal on his earpiece, and every time he felt more panic work its way through his brain. Someone needed to be there, someone had to have heard them and were just trying to find the best way to locate the both of you. Shoto's gaze fell back onto your sleeping face. Your mouth was parted just slightly and your eyes were kind of scrunched up, leading him to believe that your doze was more fitful than restful. Normally, you were a falcon – adaptable, energized, always ready for the next mission with a can-do attitude and a toothy-grin on your face. Now, you were a baby bird who had fallen out of its nest before it could fly. You woke with a start, and no matter how much comfort you felt in Shoto's arms, you were now burning up and completely nauseous. You scrambled away from him to the farthest possible corner and began retching, but nothing came of it. You hadn't had food or water recently, which in your opinion, made it even worse. To make matters even worse, the bandages on your stomach peeled off to reveal an even uglier looking wound. The blood poisoning had taken a turn for the worse, the discoloring traveling farther up your torso and climbing onto your upper body. In short, it felt like you were living through hell. Finally, you let yourself let go. As one of your hands braces itself on a rock and the other holding back your hair, you cried and moaned in pain, letting the tears fall freely from your eyes. "Oh Y/N…" He says softly, causing you to now sob. "When are they going to come Sho…" You cried, your face sticky with sweat and tears. Shoto wanted to lie and say that they were coming soon. That they were on their way with healers and people to help. But he couldn't give you that false hope – that would be crueler than giving you the cold, hard truth. "I don't know, I don't know." He says, turning you around gently and enveloping you in a hug. "Can you get us out of here? Use a 'heaven-piercing ice wall' or something?" You beg of him. "That would risk all of this rock crushing us both, not to mention leaving us open to those villains coming back." You knew he was right, but it didn't make you feel better. And of course, like everything was coming to a front, water began to pitter-patter through the cracks of the rocks. It was raining. Instantly, Shoto was bringing you to the most covered corner and he dragged his back down on the rock covered wall, setting you in his lap. "It's okay, I've got you." He promises, letting you hide your face in the crook of his neck. Suddenly, you became aware of everything that had just happened to you and what you looked like. Flushed and clammy, blood covered and tear-crusted. "I'm sorry you have to deal with me like this," you confess, not letting your face leave where it was positioned. "Don't apologize," Shoto says, a stern look in his eyes. "And Y/N…" His words trail off, like he's hesitating to finish what he was saying. You hum to try and get him to continue. "Don't worry about what you think you look like. You're always beautiful, no matter the time of day, no matter what you're doing." If you weren't already flush, you sure were now. "You're," you have to take a deep breath to get enough oxygen, "too nice." You feel Shoto shake his head. "I'm not lying," he says, holding you closer to him, careful to avoid pressing on your wound that he had rebandaged. "Whenever the agency calls us in at 3 a.m. and we all show up in our pajamas, everyone's hair is a mess, you look beautiful. When you have cuts and gashes all over your arms and legs from a messy bout with a villain, you look beautiful. Right now," he says, letting his head rest softly on yours, "you're beautiful." He lets silence settle, thinking you might've fallen asleep as he was rambling. But a small kiss to his neck from your chapped lips made him freeze up. "You're beautiful…" you breath out, utterly exhausted. His cheeks heat up but he doesn't move his head away from yours. He rocks you a bit in his arms, to comfort you, yes, but to also comfort himself. "I first thought you were beautiful at U.A. It was at the school festival during our first year when you were helping Ashido teach the rest of our class how to dance. You were practicing in that yellow dress. The outfit itself was sort of awful looking, but you had such a big smile on your face. You looked radiant." He smiled a little to himself, looking back on that memory. "And then, of course, at the agency banquet last year. I don't know why they insisted on it being black tie, but everyone participated, so it wasn't too bad. You were breathtaking – in that floor-length gown and your hair done-up. And then you asked me to dance with you to that slow song you like. I think that's when I fell in love with you." Your breathing pattern was slow and steady, signaling to him that you were sound asleep. He breathed deeply through his nose and let his head fall back onto the rocks, watching the water wane in volume. "The storm must be clearing up," he remarks, messing with the radio in his ear as its presence became increasingly more uncomfortable. "That it is, Pro-Hero Shoto." He jolted and accidentally woke you up as the voice spoke to him steadily through his earpiece. He brought two of his fingers up to press on the transmitter. "Home-free, do you copy?!" Shoto said, his voice wavering in disbelief. "Loud and clear, Shoto – is Y/H/N with you?" "Yes, we are in need of immediate medical assistance. Her status is bad and getting worse – blood poisoning." "Copy that. We're right above you and got the machines to remove the rocks. We've also got Recovery Girl in the chopper." "Copy," Shoto says, letting out a breath full of relief and exhaustion, "Over and out." With a kiss on the cheek from Recovery Girl and Shoto's hand in yours, the relief you felt was so instant and lovely. The discoloring went away in a jiffy, followed by the sealing of your wound. "Feeling better?" Shoto asks you, sitting down in the helicopter seat next to the cot you were resting in. You nodded and let a smile grace your visage again. "Much," you admit, letting your hand settle on your stomach where the nasty infection had once been. "Shoto, I don't know how I could possibly repay you-" "You do not have to do anything, Y/N. Nothing. I'm just glad you're okay." You huff in protest but ultimately nod. "I first thought you were beautiful the second I saw you." Shoto's eyes widened at your words. "I was sitting at my desk, waiting for Mr. Aizawa to start class, and in you walked. Your shirt was all pressed and ironed to perfection, your tie was a mirror image of one you'd find on a model… and I hope you know that you're naturally gorgeous." Shoto looked away, blushing at your words. "And I first fell in love with you during that dance too." His head whipped back to look at you and braced his hands on the cot. His face was now kind of leaning over yours. "You're in love with me?" He asks, his tone miraculously even for what was happening. You nod and smile. "Of course I am. You're my best friend and quite possibly the most wonderful person I know. How could I not fall in love with you?" Shoto's lips spread into such a wide smile that they're trembling. "I'm going to kiss you now," he says, leaning down so his lips are just above yours. "Please do," and with that, his lips capture yours swiftly into a kiss. Your hands travel up to entwine themselves in his hair, effectively messing it up but he didn't care. Not one bit. "Alright, alright, can you two stop making out in my helicopter? We're all very glad that the both of you have finally admitted your feelings for each other, but at least keep the PDA out of the chopper," your pilot, and coworker, says, eyeing the both of you through the rearview mirror that was set up. You two break apart but remain close. You give him a look of mischief. "Thanks for sticking by my side Shoto Todoroki." "Always, Y/N L/N." His lips meet yours again and it's heaven. It's sweet and perfect and lovely. And, if one could believe it, even more healing than Recovery Girl's.
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Songbird Singing Things — Mayday - Shoto Todoroki x Reader
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hi welcome to chili’sMayday - Shoto Todoroki x Reader
Gönderi sahibi baek-noodles ❀ Back to Navigation ❀ DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of these characters, they belong to Kohei Horikoshi MHA Masterlist - Main Masterlist WARNINGS: Major Injury (and descriptions of it including blood and all the yucky stuff that comes along with it), slight angst, comfort A/N: Okay so I had the idea, thought it was gonna be like 1.5K words max, and it turned out to be 3.6K. Idk what happened, but I just got super into it and let it take me where it took me. I love a good hurt comfort ESPECIALLY when it's an injury/sickness, and I realized I hadn't really written one for a Shoto x reader! So, here it is. I always appreciate feedback and constructive criticism, so please feel free to leave recommendations, observatiosn, or greetings in the comments! My next post will be a request from @smallxbunny which are some Shinso headcanons! They should be out within the week <3. Anyways, I hope you all enjoy this one! Word Count: 3.6KBad things have happened on missions before. Puncture wounds, falling unconscious, and gashes over your legs and arms were not uncommon occurrences when fighting villains. What was nice was that when you and your coworkers would get scooped up by a helicopter, armored car, or even an undercover ice cream truck, there would be healers. People with quirks - like U.A. 's beloved Recovery Girl - would be there to lend a helping hand, healing your wounds and setting your bones with a wave of their hand or a kiss on the cheek. But today… today those helicopters and armored cars and ice cream trucks would not be able to get to you. Recovery Girl and those healers would not be able to squeeze their way through the shallow opening of the cave composed of rubble that you were currently trapped in. This was a bad thing. A very, very bad thing.
Your breaths were becoming shallower with each passing moment. Has it been three hours since you've been stuck in this cage made up of rocks or has it only been thirty minutes? You have no idea - your concept of time has been stripped from you ever since you were knocked out. But now you were awake, and you knew of only three things. One. It was dark, but little beams of light wedged its way through the cracks and fissures that separated the boulders. That meant it had to be day or you were in a place with a lot of light. You had begun this mission at dawn this morning, so that had to have meant you've been here for only about two hours. Two. The pain in your torso was unbearable. You had let your fingers travel to feel your skin beneath your hero costume, just above where the supposed injury was. When you lift your hand, your fingers are covered in blood. Dark, red, blood. Three. The man across from you is freaking out. Pacing back and forth, hands running themselves through his red and white hair, eyes wide. You understood, though. If it was him in your place, you'd be doing the same thing. You probably would be a step further - pulling your hair out and crying, maybe. Because he was your best friend. And you were his. You cough a couple times, eliciting a gasp of pain from your throat. Immediately, Shoto's by your side, crouching down and looking at you. His hand went up to cup your cheek, trembled, and then he set it back down by his side. A tired smile spread across your cheeks, your eyelids droopy. "You can do that," you say softly, gaining Shoto's eyes on yours. "I don't mind." His smile was tight-lipped, but he obliged, letting his shaking hand cradle your cheek. You let the weight of your head fall into his calloused palm. "I tried radioing to the team that we need backup ASAP." He murmurs, brushing the stray strands of your hair from your face, tucking them behind your ears. From his tone of voice, you knew that the result was not successful. "We're gonna be here for a while, huh?" You say, feeling faint and a little queasy. Shoto nods, an apologetic look on his face. You scanned him quickly - there were no incredibly bad injuries, just little cuts across his arms and it looked like he got nicked on the cheek when the two of you got trapped. Two or three of the little capsules on his utility belt were missing. "It looks like it - but everything should be okay. You were only knocked out, right? Nothing else too bad?" Shoto asked, the back of his hand coming up to feel your forehand. The second his hand touched your skin, he retreated it immediately. "Damn, your forehead feels incredibly hot – do you have a fever? Were you feeling bad this morning?" Swallowing was hard since your mouth was incredibly dry, but that's the only reaction you could put forth. You were feeling perfectly fine this morning - the both of you knew that. Chipper as always, with a cup of coffee in your hands, you were in perfect health. That only meant one thing. "I guess I have one now," you say, heaving a deep breath. You try and pry your hero suit open, just around your abdomen, when your best friend turns around, a light flush taking residence upon his cheeks. "Sho," you say breathlessly. "You need to turn around, because you need to help me." The tremble in your voice was what did it for him. You never let yourself express pain like that before - not even when a villain had sliced a gash clean open on your calf. "Okay, tell me what I have to do." Shoto asked, curiosity and worry thick in his words. You let your head lean back on the rock wall, looking up at the speckled "ceiling." You closed your eyes and breathed in and out, willing yourself not to cry. "There's a zipper at the top of my costume. I need you to pull it down. I have a black tank top underneath, so don't worry about… just don't worry." You describe, your arms falling at your side. Nodding, Shoto steps forward, finding the zipper just underneath your chin. His fingers brushed your jaw for just a second before he slowly started unzipping your outer jacket. Finally, it zipped off and he was able to peel it away, only to suck in a breath. His eyes landed on the spot that your tank top was covering, soaked in blood and a clear, defined cut in the fabric. "Y/N…" he says, his voice quiet but laced with heavy distress. "You've gotta," you start, taking a big breath in between your words, "peel the top up. To look at the wound." You felt incredibly bad that you had to put him in this position. You've known Shoto long enough to know he was squeamish - in high school whenever someone got a flesh wound, he'd not-so-subtly excuse himself or disappear from the scene. Here, however, he didn't bat an eye. He grabbed the bottom of the black fabric and pulled up, earning a wince on your face and a slight groan of pain. You could tell just from his face it was bad. When you finally got a good look at your injury, you wanted to vomit. The skin surrounding it was blotchy and discolored with pus leaking out. "Y/N," Shoto began, voice wavering. He finally meets your gaze again, and you wish you could rid his eyes of all that worry and concern. "What the hell happened out there." Things were going okay. Actually, better than okay. Things were going great. The stealth part of the mission had been a success - the undercover team had gotten the documents that your agency required you to secure and they were only two minutes away from the safe spot where you, Shoto, and the rest of your team were waiting. It was a little spot in the woods and the ground was quite clear, so you resorted to hiding up in the trees. The smell of pine was lulling you into a comfortable silence as you leaned up against the trunk. Your legs were dangling off of a branch and you let them swing. But then a strangled voice on your intercom broke through. "Mayday! Mayday! Y/H/N do you copy?!" Quickly, you lept into action and touched your ear, enabling your microphone. "I copy! What's your status!?" On pure instinct, you're gliding through the woods, jumping onto tree branches and swinging from tree to tree. "We need backup, stat! We're right near the entrance, villains on our tail!" "On it, I'll be there in thirty seconds." And, true to your word, you were there. Taking down villain after villain, you were successful in getting the undercover team out. Scanning quickly around the area, it seemed to be clear. "Not even leaving one for me," you smiled as you heard Shoto's voice, his arms crossed and a faux-unimpressed expression on his face. "Gotta be quicker next time Sho," you chirp, jogging to his side and giving him a nudge with your elbow, "I wanna see you use that new move of yours at some point." Shoto tilts his head and gives you a small smile. You should've been more aware of your surroundings. You shouldn't have been so concerned about if your hair looked kind of crazy or if there was something in your teeth. But it was Shoto walking next to you, giving you a smile, and a slight breeze was ruffling his hair. You couldn't really focus if his hair was behaving like that. That was when they struck. Hiding in the shadows, three villains pounced upon the two of you. One was made up of a sort of slime, able to spread and encircle both you and Shoto. The two of you scrambled into a back-to-back position, ridding yourselves of any blind spots. But that didn't matter. The villain facing Shoto raised his gemstone and mineral-covered arms, plowing out the earth beneath yours and your best friend's feet, sending you down, down, down. That would've been enough, however the villain facing you must've felt left out. It seemed like they were throwing out her shoulder, like they were trying to effectively dislocate it from their body. Instead of squealing in pain, though, the villain let her arm transform into a drill barbed with some sort of liquid and sent it plunging beneath your armored jacket, right into your torso. In less than a blink, you were left unconscious – the only thing you registered before falling into darkness was Shoto's arms around you, one holding you to his body and the other bracing your head, his cheek on yours and his head tucked in. "Barbed arm," you say as Shoto unclipped his utility belt, unhooking all of the little capsules. "Right before we fell, she got me," you huffed, a slight laugh accompanying your words. Shoto clicked his tongue and shook his head as he examined the capsules, only finding bandages and burn cream in the ones he had. "Dammit, dammit!" He hissed, taking the capsules and shoving them to the side. He was sitting with his back turned to you, staring at his hands. "Just bandage me up, I'm fine," you say, trying to convince the red-and-white haired man that he had some control over the situation. "Y/N/N… Y/N/N you have blood poisoning. You need help, now." He had no control over this situation. All he could do was sit and watch as your status worsened. And that it did. Chills began to rack your entire body, shaking your entire frame. Shoto did decide to bandage it, even though it wouldn't help or hinder your injury – it was more for your and his sake. He was currently at your side, watching in a panic as you tried to hold yourself and get some warmth from your hands into your body, but to no such avail. Wordlessly, he scooched you forward and situated himself behind you. His arms settled around your frame and held you into him, more into his left side. You were out of it, but you were conscious enough to feel his breath grace the back of your neck. "…warm…" You murmur, nuzzling your head into the left side of his neck. You were sweating buckets even though you were cold and there was definitely dried spit crusted on your cheeks, but Shoto made no move to push you aside. In fact, he held you closer to him. "You can fall asleep Y/N." He whispers into your ear, "I won't let you go." You let your entire weight fall onto him and your eyes fluttered closed. You felt so weak, so frail in his arms that he didn't quite know what to do with himself. One of the capsules he had happened to lose during the fight held poison relief and pills that would break fevers. He wanted to kick himself so hard for losing those - even if it couldn't have fully cured you, it would have helped ease your discomfort. Instead, here you were lying on the ground, feeling the full forces that blood poisoning brought with it. He knew that this was not something they could wait out - within the next twenty-four hours, they needed to be out of this man-made cave and chasm. Every two minutes he would religiously check the signal on his earpiece, and every time he felt more panic work its way through his brain. Someone needed to be there, someone had to have heard them and were just trying to find the best way to locate the both of you. Shoto's gaze fell back onto your sleeping face. Your mouth was parted just slightly and your eyes were kind of scrunched up, leading him to believe that your doze was more fitful than restful. Normally, you were a falcon – adaptable, energized, always ready for the next mission with a can-do attitude and a toothy-grin on your face. Now, you were a baby bird who had fallen out of its nest before it could fly. You woke with a start, and no matter how much comfort you felt in Shoto's arms, you were now burning up and completely nauseous. You scrambled away from him to the farthest possible corner and began retching, but nothing came of it. You hadn't had food or water recently, which in your opinion, made it even worse. To make matters even worse, the bandages on your stomach peeled off to reveal an even uglier looking wound. The blood poisoning had taken a turn for the worse, the discoloring traveling farther up your torso and climbing onto your upper body. In short, it felt like you were living through hell. Finally, you let yourself let go. As one of your hands braces itself on a rock and the other holding back your hair, you cried and moaned in pain, letting the tears fall freely from your eyes. "Oh Y/N…" He says softly, causing you to now sob. "When are they going to come Sho…" You cried, your face sticky with sweat and tears. Shoto wanted to lie and say that they were coming soon. That they were on their way with healers and people to help. But he couldn't give you that false hope – that would be crueler than giving you the cold, hard truth. "I don't know, I don't know." He says, turning you around gently and enveloping you in a hug. "Can you get us out of here? Use a 'heaven-piercing ice wall' or something?" You beg of him. "That would risk all of this rock crushing us both, not to mention leaving us open to those villains coming back." You knew he was right, but it didn't make you feel better. And of course, like everything was coming to a front, water began to pitter-patter through the cracks of the rocks. It was raining. Instantly, Shoto was bringing you to the most covered corner and he dragged his back down on the rock covered wall, setting you in his lap. "It's okay, I've got you." He promises, letting you hide your face in the crook of his neck. Suddenly, you became aware of everything that had just happened to you and what you looked like. Flushed and clammy, blood covered and tear-crusted. "I'm sorry you have to deal with me like this," you confess, not letting your face leave where it was positioned. "Don't apologize," Shoto says, a stern look in his eyes. "And Y/N…" His words trail off, like he's hesitating to finish what he was saying. You hum to try and get him to continue. "Don't worry about what you think you look like. You're always beautiful, no matter the time of day, no matter what you're doing." If you weren't already flush, you sure were now. "You're," you have to take a deep breath to get enough oxygen, "too nice." You feel Shoto shake his head. "I'm not lying," he says, holding you closer to him, careful to avoid pressing on your wound that he had rebandaged. "Whenever the agency calls us in at 3 a.m. and we all show up in our pajamas, everyone's hair is a mess, you look beautiful. When you have cuts and gashes all over your arms and legs from a messy bout with a villain, you look beautiful. Right now," he says, letting his head rest softly on yours, "you're beautiful." He lets silence settle, thinking you might've fallen asleep as he was rambling. But a small kiss to his neck from your chapped lips made him freeze up. "You're beautiful…" you breath out, utterly exhausted. His cheeks heat up but he doesn't move his head away from yours. He rocks you a bit in his arms, to comfort you, yes, but to also comfort himself. "I first thought you were beautiful at U.A. It was at the school festival during our first year when you were helping Ashido teach the rest of our class how to dance. You were practicing in that yellow dress. The outfit itself was sort of awful looking, but you had such a big smile on your face. You looked radiant." He smiled a little to himself, looking back on that memory. "And then, of course, at the agency banquet last year. I don't know why they insisted on it being black tie, but everyone participated, so it wasn't too bad. You were breathtaking – in that floor-length gown and your hair done-up. And then you asked me to dance with you to that slow song you like. I think that's when I fell in love with you." Your breathing pattern was slow and steady, signaling to him that you were sound asleep. He breathed deeply through his nose and let his head fall back onto the rocks, watching the water wane in volume. "The storm must be clearing up," he remarks, messing with the radio in his ear as its presence became increasingly more uncomfortable. "That it is, Pro-Hero Shoto." He jolted and accidentally woke you up as the voice spoke to him steadily through his earpiece. He brought two of his fingers up to press on the transmitter. "Home-free, do you copy?!" Shoto said, his voice wavering in disbelief. "Loud and clear, Shoto – is Y/H/N with you?" "Yes, we are in need of immediate medical assistance. Her status is bad and getting worse – blood poisoning." "Copy that. We're right above you and got the machines to remove the rocks. We've also got Recovery Girl in the chopper." "Copy," Shoto says, letting out a breath full of relief and exhaustion, "Over and out." With a kiss on the cheek from Recovery Girl and Shoto's hand in yours, the relief you felt was so instant and lovely. The discoloring went away in a jiffy, followed by the sealing of your wound. "Feeling better?" Shoto asks you, sitting down in the helicopter seat next to the cot you were resting in. You nodded and let a smile grace your visage again. "Much," you admit, letting your hand settle on your stomach where the nasty infection had once been. "Shoto, I don't know how I could possibly repay you-" "You do not have to do anything, Y/N. Nothing. I'm just glad you're okay." You huff in protest but ultimately nod. "I first thought you were beautiful the second I saw you." Shoto's eyes widened at your words. "I was sitting at my desk, waiting for Mr. Aizawa to start class, and in you walked. Your shirt was all pressed and ironed to perfection, your tie was a mirror image of one you'd find on a model… and I hope you know that you're naturally gorgeous." Shoto looked away, blushing at your words. "And I first fell in love with you during that dance too." His head whipped back to look at you and braced his hands on the cot. His face was now kind of leaning over yours. "You're in love with me?" He asks, his tone miraculously even for what was happening. You nod and smile. "Of course I am. You're my best friend and quite possibly the most wonderful person I know. How could I not fall in love with you?" Shoto's lips spread into such a wide smile that they're trembling. "I'm going to kiss you now," he says, leaning down so his lips are just above yours. "Please do," and with that, his lips capture yours swiftly into a kiss. Your hands travel up to entwine themselves in his hair, effectively messing it up but he didn't care. Not one bit. "Alright, alright, can you two stop making out in my helicopter? We're all very glad that the both of you have finally admitted your feelings for each other, but at least keep the PDA out of the chopper," your pilot, and coworker, says, eyeing the both of you through the rearview mirror that was set up. You two break apart but remain close. You give him a look of mischief. "Thanks for sticking by my side Shoto Todoroki." "Always, Y/N L/N." His lips meet yours again and it's heaven. It's sweet and perfect and lovely. And, if one could believe it, even more healing than Recovery Girl's.
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Treacherous - Shoto Todoroki x Reader
Gönderi sahibi sophisticated-spring ❀ Back to Navigation ❀ DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of these characters, they belong to Kohei Horikoshi Event Masterlist - MHA Masterlist - Main Masterlist WARNINGS: Angst, Fluff Requested by: Anonymous (hey hey hey!!! first of all i just wanna say that i love your works!!! andd pleaseeee take care!! dontttt overwork!!! that's like not legal in the cool people community 😤😤😤! stay hydrated!! and like!!! yesss!!! andd i wannnaaa ask for something for the songg fic thing butt i also want u to not overwork urself!! sooo like dont overwork yourself please 🥺🥺🥺btw the prompt was treacherous by taylor swift (but like it's not treacherous in the end cuz im a sucker for happy endings!!! also hurt/comforrt pleaseeee??? but like it's not the reader getting comforted cuz i want my Probably touch starved boi to get some lovee?!!)with like shoto todoroki??? (heh irdk how to do this im gonna go-)takee care by the wayyy!!!!with regards that one weird anon that was too scared to come here without being anon) A/N: Heyo, sorry for the long months of silence, just finalizing school stuff! I finally got this done but omg over the course of writing this so much stuff has happened ahhhh. Multiple holidays, getting into college, and finishing my 1st semester of senior year. LOL sorry it's taken this long - thank you so much for being so patient when writing this!!! I also really love this song, so hope you guys like it!!! Word Count: 1.4K This whole relationship demanded a trepidatious touch - something similar to a hold that you would use with a butterfly. Careful, slow, smart. Don't go out in public together. The press will get pictures, spin a story, and ensnare the both of you like unlucky flies in a spider's web. Wrapping you up in their silk cocoon, the two of you would be made a spectacle. Never talk about each other. Even the slightest comment could tip someone off and cause a flurry of invasive reaches into your private life. Most importantly, though, never tell anyone about your relationship. Mothers, fathers, siblings, friends. No one could know because, really, how reliable could they be? This whole thing was confusing. Frustrating. "Grab your hair by the roots and rip it out of your head" worthy. Watching what you say, controlling what you did, and deliberately lying to your friends and family was such an awful, awful thing to do. But when it's you and Shoto alone in his apartment, curled up on his way too expensive couch or throwing flour at each other in the kitchen, it is pure bliss. Shoto liked to call it his safe haven - an undisturbed peace that he would fight for to keep it just so. Both of you knew that if the media got wind of the relationship, one where two high-ranking pros were romantically involved, neither of you would hear the end of it. While it might not affect Shoto as he was sitting at the number three spot, as a lower, albeit still high, ranking hero, criticism would weave its way into everything you did. It was no secret to pros that there was extreme sexism that snuck its way into interviews or news stories, and the possibility of all of your work being chalked up to dating another successful pro was off the table. You made it to where you were because of your own grit and strength, and no one could pry that from your grasp. Television companies, however, they sure can. Okumaya devam et shoto todoroki bnha shoto shoto todoroki x reader shoto torodoki mha shoto todoroki shoto x reader shoto x reader shoto x you shoto x y/n shoto x shoto todoroki shouto shouto todoroki Todoroki Shōto todoroki headcanons bnha shoto todoroki todoroki x reader todoroki x you todoroki x reader fluff shouto todoroki x reader shoto todoroki x you shouto todoroki x you shouto todoroki x y/n todoroki x y/n todoroki x todoroki fic todoroki fluff todoroki fanfic todoroki fanfiction todorokiLove Bug - Shoto Todoroki x Reader
Gönderi sahibi bloodiikawaii ❀ Back to Navigation ❀ - ❀ Candy Heart Club Masterlist ❀ DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of these characters, they belong to Kohei Horikoshi Welcome to the fifth of seven works of the Candy Heart Club! Fifth up is Shoto Todoroki with the candy heart saying "Love Bug". Let me know if you'd like to be added to the event taglist, and as always, the event masterlist is linked right above! Stay sweet and happy February! Prompt: Shoto Todoroki is all cool and collected until you come into the picture. Now his stomach flips when you give him a smile and he feels his cheeks flush when you give him a high five after training. It's official - he's got the bug. A/N: And here's the fifth! I had a ton of writing this one - it's funny and fluffy and Shoto being an unintentional comedian. Aight it's really late now and I should probs get to bed but yay so happy this one is done and posted! I hope y'all enjoy Word Count: 1.4K Shoto Todoroki's stomach hurt. Well, maybe hurt was not the correct word to use, but it didn't feel right. "Churning" was too severe a word, Shoto thought. When someone said "churning" it would just make him think of some 1800s person laboriously churning butter. So, obviously, that wasn't what he was feeling. Having the butterflies made it seem like something a bit more insignificant. Shoto's had the butterflies on many occasions. When he visited his mom for the first time since he was eight years old and when Kaminari had teased him about his friendship with you - those were times when calling that feeling "butterflies" was appropriate. What he was feeling was much, much weirder. Maybe he had some sort of illness, perhaps a stomach flu of somesort. That had to be the answer, because it felt like his organs were currently performing backflips and somersaults as he tried to pay attention to the conversation you and him were having in the Heights Alliance library. Okumaya devam et shoto todoroki shoto todoroki x reader shoto x reader bnha shoto todoroki shoto x reader shoto x you shoto x y/n shoto x shoto fanfiction shoto fluff shoto fanfic shoto fic shoto todoroki shouto bnha shouto shouto todoroki shouto x reader shouto x reader fluff shouto x you shouto x reader angst shouto x y/n shouto x shouto fluff shouto fanfiction shouto fanfic shouto fic shouto Todoroki Shōto mha todoroki shouto todoroki x readerMelt My Heart - Shoto Todoroki x Reader
Gönderi sahibi 72821 ❀ Back to Navigation ❀ - ❀ Candy Heart Club Masterlist ❀ DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of these characters, they belong to Kohei Horikoshi Welcome to the first of seven works of the Candy Heart Club! First up is Shoto Todoroki with the candy heart saying "Melt My Heart". Let me know if you'd like to be added to the event taglist, and as always, the event masterlist is linked right above! Stay sweet and happy February! Prompt: Everything he does is just so sweet. Whether it's holding your hand on the way back to Heights Alliance or leaving you flowers. You notice a little something that missing - that passion to melt your heart. A/N: So excited to kick off Candy Heart Club! I had to start off with Shoto cause he's my #1, but I did something a little different with his character. Of course, since it's a Valentine's Day event, he's gotta be sweet and caring and lovely and fluffy BUT I wanted to make it a bit more dramatic and passionate B/C VALENTINE'S DAY!! Word Count: 1.6K Shoto Todoroki was dreamlike. Seemingly plucked from a Jane Austen novel, he was a modern-day Elizabethan era gentleman. He asks you to go on dates with him, not to hang out in his dorm room. He leaves you bundles of dried lavender by your door with a simple little love note tied to it. He tells you that you're beautiful when you join him for breakfast in the common room, even though your hair is sticking in wonky directions and you're pretty sure that there was drool crusted onto your cheek. Reassuring, polite, lovely. Everything a girl could want…well, sort of. There was always something missing from those dates and notes and compliments. They lacked fire. Okumaya devam et shoto todoroki bnha shoto shoto todoroki x reader shoto x reader todoroki shoto x reader shoto x y/n shoto x you shoto x Shoto todoroki shouto shouto todoroki bnha shouto shouto x reader shouto x reader fluff shouto x y/n shouto x you shouto fic shouto fluff shouto fanfiction shouto fanfic shoto fanfiction shoto fic shoto fanfic shoto fluff Todoroki Shōto todoroki fluff todoroki fic todoroki fanfic todoroki fanfiction todoroki x reader fluffCold - Shoto Todoroki x Reader
Gönderi sahibi learnforoneself❀ Back to Navigation ❀DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of these characters, they belong to Kohei HorikoshiEvent Masterlist - MHA Masterlist - Main MasterlistWARNINGS: Little Bit Of Angst, Minor SwearingRequested by: @voilawind(Hi! I love what you have planned for your event and I love your taste in music! 🦑 still… I'd like to make a request with my own favourite song if possible? The song is called 'Cold' by James Blunt ft. Léa Paci. It's the half English, half French version but there's an only English version if you prefer! I see this song going well with my favourite character, Shoto! No pressure, if you'd rather go with a song in your list I would love 'Photograph' by Ed Sheeran. I'm feeling like going with something fluffy with my favourite song and my favourite character, but you can write whatever you want depending on how the song makes you feel! Please and thank you!Have a great day/night! 🦐)A/N: "AS YOU CAN SEE, I AM NOT DEAD!" (Black Panter, 2018). Hi! Yes! I'm so sorry I've been off of here for literally so long. I'm currently a high school senior and college applications and classes, as well as my mental health heehee, are taking first place in my priorities. I will try my best to be more present and put out more writings regarding all of my requests - don't worry, I see all of you requesting fics for both this event and in general! - but just know, if I hop off of here for a one week or two week span, I am not leaving! The college essays I am writing are vital to me and the studies I hope to pursue in the future, so I will not hesitate to put those first. School is a necessity, writing is - unfortunately - just a hobby of mine. Anyways, now that we're done with that, THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE REQUEST @voilawind !!! I hope you enojy!Word Count: 1.5KTemperature regulation was one of the first things involving his quirk that Shoto mastered. Whether it was 95 degrees out and sweltering or a brisk 20 degrees on a cold Winter's day, the red-and-white haired boy knew how to use his quirk to alter his body's heat. It started off slow, like all training did, but it got to the point where he was so used to adjusting it that it was similar to flicking on a light switch. During the Winter months he never got cold and on hot, summer days, he never even broke a sweat while walking through the school's hallways. While it was to the chagrin of most of his classmates, there was one exception - you. Never once did you find it unfair or extremely privileged that he was able to use his quirk in such a way. Since he trained it to be used as such, he should be able to use it. And, it also helped that you were dating and was able to use him as your own personal ice pack or heating pad whenever you wanted. Even when you slept over at either his or your dorms, which was every night at this point, sleep kissed the both of you so easily as you felt so insanely comfortable under the duvets. Okumaya devam et shoto fanfic shoto x reader todoroki shoto x reader mha shoto shoto todoroki x reader bnha shoto shoto torodoki bnha shoto todoroki shoto todoroki shoto x y/n shoto x shoto x you shoto fic shoto fanfiction shoto headcanons shoto fluff shoto angst shouto headcanons shouto angst shouto todoroki x reader shouto fanfic shouto todoroki todoroki shouto shouto x reader bnha shouto shouto imagines mha shouto shouto fluff shouto x you mha shouto x reader
At My Worst - Shoto Todoroki x Reader
Gönderi sahibi ang3l-dxll ❀ Back to Navigation ❀ DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of these characters, they belong to Kohei Horikoshi Event Masterlist - MHA Masterlist - Main Masterlist WARNINGS: Angst, Comfort, Happy Ending Requested by: Anonymous (HELLO HELLO ur writing is absolutely lovely and i heard ur having an event!! so if you don't mind, may i please request shouto with the song "at my worst" by Pink Sweats ft. Kehlani? and if possible can the fic pls be hurt/comfort cause i'm such a sucker for those soft comforting moments 🥺🥺 but anyway thank you for ur time and for doing this event! i hope you have a lovely day!!) A/N: So this took a hot minute. Hahaha… haha… ha… WELP anyways, here it is! I am almost done with my college applications, so I will hopefully be able to write more. To everyone who still has a request, I am so sorry it has taken me SO long to write it. I see them, I have them marked down, I will write them. Finding time between work, school, and sports is hard, but I love everyone here too much <3. WHICH brings me to my next lil thing - thank you guys so much for 700!!! I cannot believe my lil blog has gone this far, and I'm so happy that you all have seen my work and found something you like - it truly brings me such incredible joy. So, without further ado, here is At My Worst!!! And yeah - it's a bit of a longer one :) Word Count: 2.4KShoto knew you were talking since it was clearly evident with the way your mouth was moving as you motioned with your hands in an accompanying manner, something he always found rather cute about you. But damn, he just couldn't hear what you were saying as he fumbled around with the little box tucked away in his suit pocket.
It was almost burning a hole through the navy cashmere. He willed himself to stop, begged to whatever power to stop visibly sweating, but his forehead was shining more than usual and his hands were as clammy as he ever felt them to be. To be clear, he wasn't worried if you would say yes. He knew for a fact you would - the both of you had discussions about where the both of you would be 10 years in the future, and it always included the both of you being together for the whole time. What he was worried about was if he deserved you, if he deserved your love. Okumaya devam et shoto todoroki bnha shoto shoto todoroki x reader shoto torodoki shoto x y/n shoto todoroki shoto x reader shoto x you shoto x reader shoto x todoroki shouto shouto todoroki bnha shouto shouto fluff shouto x y/n shouto x reader shouto x reader angst shouto x reader fluff shouto x Shouto Todoroki Shōto todoroki fluff todoroki shouto todoroki x reader todoroki x reader fluff todoroki x you todoroki x reader shouto fanfic shouto fanfiction shouto fic
18 - Shoto Todoroki x Reader
Gönderi sahibi ei-ko ❀ Back to Navigation ❀ DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of these characters, they belong to Kohei Horikoshi Event Masterlist - MHA Masterlist - Main Masterlist WARNINGS: Angst w/ a happy ending Requested by: @aris-818 (Feel free to ignore, but i would like to request todoroki with song 18. I cant get the idea of pinning reader and todoroki getting separated for whatever reason and promising to see each other again. Please take it in whatever direction you want, the idea of it made me start tearing up.) A/N: Thank you so much for your request in the Sing To Me Event! I also fell in love with this idea and I had so much fun writing it - and, no worries, angst with a happy ending! I hope you enjoy! Word Count: 1.9K You never knew how slow time could move when you were away from him. The clock seemed to move at a snail's pace and your writer's block wasn't helping either. You huffed a sigh and turned your gaze towards the three panel picture frame on your tiny little desk. In the first there was a picture of your high school class - everyone was smiling, even Aizawa sported a small smirk, in their graduation gowns. You spotted your diploma clutched in your hand and the dainty flower that was placed behind your ear. In the second, there was a picture of you and the girls. It was on one of those late weekend nights when the seven of you had nothing better to do. So, you all brought your blankets and pillows down to the common room and made a pillow fort facing the T.V.. You remember turning on a fun rom-com, you think it was Crazy, Stupid, Love, and how much fun it was watching it with your friends. It just so happened that Aizawa was walking back from the dorm after he finished setting all of the locks back up - the dorm building almost became a fort itself due to the influx of security - and had snapped the picture of you all laughing. Finally, in the third, was a picture of you and your boyfriend. It was at the 3rd Year Formal party, a desperate recreation of a Western Prom. His arms were wrapped around your waist and yours were around his neck. The spotlights from the ceiling were shining down on the both of you as you danced, reflecting perfectly off of your dress and his suit. And the way he looked at you, god the way he looked at you was stuff of dreams. That moment, so precious and dear to you, was captured with a single photo by Midoriya's phone. You almost broke down in tears when you saw it, so thankful for him and his keen eye. Oh, how far away all of that seemed now. Okumaya devam et shoto todoroki bnha shoto shoto torodoki shoto todoroki x reader Shoto todoroki shoto x reader shoto x you shoto x y/n shoto x reader shoto x shoto fanfic shoto fanfiction shoto fluff shoto fic shoto angst shoto comfort todoroki shouto bnha shouto shouto todoroki Shouto shouto x reader shouto x you shouto x y/n mha shouto x reader shouto x shouto fanfiction shouto fic shouto fluff shouto fanfic shouto angstEnchanted - Shoto Todoroki x Reader
Gönderi sahibi ani-mes ❀ Back to Navigation ❀ DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of these characters, they belong to Kohei Horikoshi Event Masterlist - MHA Masterlist - Main Masterlist WARNINGS: Minor Swearing Requested by: @luluwiie (I - I don't mean to.. to spam your event so, if 2 reqs seem too much… just, just ignore this, okay ? 👉👈 but it felt too tempting.. you know, since we talked about it and all .^.If you feel like it and if nobody already asked for it… May I ask for 22 / Enchanted with Todoroki Shouto ? For your event ? Cause like kedjdjf this song just tugs at my heartstrings eidjfkThank you so much if you wanna do this! And in any case.. You're LOVED AND TALENTED ❤💗) A/N: Hi love!!! I'm so sorry this took forever, but wow I'm just kind of in love with how it came out. At times it seems a little fairy tale ending-esc, but I just think it makes it even more fun and, well, ~enchanting~! I hope you love it, and thank you so much for your participation in the Sing To Me Event! Word Count: 2.3K Crystal chandeliers were sparkling down on everyone in the large ballroom. To people outside the world of socialites, debutantes, and beautillions, this was what success looks like. The fine china, the expensive dresses and suits, and the pounds and pounds of money bags that were cleverly disguised as black credit cards was what happiness should feel like, right? You, however, were an outlier in this equation. As the daughter of one of the wealthiest families in Japan, you were merely a doll for your parents to dress up and brag about. The baby pink dress you had been laced into only two hours ago was seconds away from bringing you down to the ground. It was heavy, so heavy, and the fat diamonds that were poked through your ears, laced around your neck and wrists, and that god-awful peach-sapphire encrusted diadem that your mother had forced onto your head were so not helping. "Darling," your mother sings, a tone of frustration cleverly hidden beneath. "I always have said that you have the most dazzling smile in all of Musutafu - it'd be such a shame to hide it from everyone, hmm?" You sighed quickly, for no more than a millisecond, and pasted that grin you had practiced so much on your cheeks. It was like muscle memory, wearing that pearl-white beam. When you were six, your governess - however may outdated it was to have one - had forced you in front of a mirror and wouldn't let you leave it until you had lasted two full hours with that smile on. No twitches of the lip or falters of your 'smile eyes' were allowed in order to ensure that anyone looking at you would see the beautiful, happy girl you pretended to be. Okumaya devam et shoto todoroki bnha shoto shoto torodoki shoto todoroki x reader shoto headcanons todoroki shoto x reader shoto x reader shoto x y/n shoto x you shoto x shouto x reader shouto x you mha shouto x reader shouto x y/n shouto x todoroki shouto shouto todoroki bnha shouto shouto fluff shouto shouto fanfiction shouto fanfic shouto fic shoto fanfic shoto fanfiction shoto fluff shoto fic Todoroki Shōto shouto todoroki x reader todoroki x reader fluffLover - Shoto Todoroki x Reader
Gönderi sahibi nxthernlights ❀ Back to Navigation ❀ DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of these characters, they belong to Kohei Horikoshi Event Masterlist - MHA Masterlist - Main Masterlist WARNINGS: FLUFFF SO MUCH. Requested by: Anonymous (ooohhhh for your event may i pls request shouto with the song "lover" by taylor swift??? your writing is so good thank you for feeding us such amazing content✨) A/N: I'm back! My college apps are done! Hopefully I get into my top school, since I'm hearing from them super soon! AHHH! I have finished this lovely request, and I had a lot of warm fuzzy feelings writing this - I mean, c'mon, it's Taylor Swift and Shoto Todoroki, two of my most favorite things. One last piece of business - one of my best friends just started her own AO3!! If you'd like to check it out, her user is telepathicaura and her first fic on there IS SO GOOD. Anyways, I'm excited to be back, I love y'all so much! Word Count: 1.8KCardboard coffee tables and blow up mattresses had never felt so lovely as it currently does now. It was silly, really, to prefer this over an already made twin bed and that blue bean bag that had occupied the small corner of your previous room. Those pieces of furniture had given you so much comfort and provided a stability that you had very much needed, but was unnecessary now.
Pretty Christmas lights hung around the house, both inside and outside, showering you with a twinkling brilliance. It was January, and if it were your parents' house, they would have been taken down the instant the clock struck midnight on a new year, insisting that holiday decor stay solely in the month of December. But this was your place. Yours and his place, and you both now get to call the shots. It was the first time in his life that Shoto had hung up Christmas lights, and he loved them too much to limit them to the last month of the year. So, of course you left them up. Okumaya devam et shoto todoroki bnha shoto shoto todoroki x reader shoto torodoki shoto x y/n todoroki shoto x reader shoto x you shoto x reader todoroki shouto shouto todoroki Shouto Shoto shoto x bnha shouto shouto fluff shouto x reader shouto x reader angst shouto x y/n shouto x reader fluff shouto x you shouto x shouto fanfiction shouto fic shouto fanfic shoto fic shoto fanfiction shoto fanfic shoto fluff Todoroki Shōto bnha shoto todoroki
Silly Girl - Shoto Todoroki x Reader
Gönderi sahibi r3dnk ❀ Back to Navigation ❀ DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of these characters, they belong to Kohei Horikoshi Event Masterlist - MHA Masterlist - Main Masterlist WARNINGS: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Fluffy Ending Requested by: Anonymous (hey i wanted to request silly girl by chloe moriondo with shoto???) A/N: Here I am with another Todoroki fic! I'm pretty happy with how it turned out - it's not a typical kind of fic that I'd write about Shoto, but I think the song paired nicely with it. It's more serious than sweet I would say, but def fluffy at the v end. Also this song is so good omg. Anyways, thank you so much for requesting this within the event, I hope you love it!!! Word Count: 1.6K Shoto Todoroki gave you butterflies. He gave you that head-over-heels, "kicking your feet in the air" kind of feeling that makes you realize you're in love. And not just that casual crush kind of thing - it was the kind of love where you smiled at him whenever you walked into class. That kind of love where you looked at him first after you finished a presentation, to see if he was nodding his head in agreement with your statements. He appeared to be too good for the world, too lovely. When there was even a shadow of a smile, a chorus of angels seemed to sing and shine a halo on top of his head. He learned and spoke and trained with such grace and poise, like a ballerina not breaking a sweat during a difficult variation. His clothes were always ironed and fit him well and his hair flopped over his forehead in such a way that it looked like someone had meticulously set every strand into its place purposefully and methodically. To you, Shoto Todoroki was perfect. Okumaya devam et shoto todoroki bnha shoto shoto torodoki shoto todoroki x reader todoroki shoto x reader shoto x you shoto x y/n shoto x reader shoto x Shoto shoto fluff shoto fic shoto fanfiction shoto fanfic shoto angst todoroki shouto bnha shouto shouto todoroki shouto imagines shouto headcanons shouto x reader angst shouto x reader fluff shouto x y/n shouto x reader shouto x shouto fic shouto fanfiction shouto fluff shouto fanfic ShoutoHeart Eyes
Gönderi sahibi commxnderwolffe ❀ Back to Navigation ❀ ❀ Top Gun Masterlist ❀ Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x F!Reader WARNINGS: Just Fluff <3 Summary: For his whole life, Rooster has had one special, defining feature - his heart eyes. Full of such love and adoration for so many things, he's been told and teased countless times by his mother and friends for them. So when you, the niece of Penny Benjamin, walk into a garden party where he and his top gun buddies have been invited to with a smile on your face and the sweetest personality to boot? How can he help it - he just has heart eyes for you. A/N: Idkkkk I had this idea and kinda loved it. Now, 2.8K words later, it's all written and done! As always, I appreciate comments, constructive criticism, and support, so let me know what you think! Requests are open <3. Enjoy!!!! It had been a part of Bradley for as long as he could remember. Other kids had defining characteristics to them – dimples on their cheeks, a buck-toothed grin, maybe even the cutest button nose to date. But Bradley, oh little Bradley, he has heart eyes. With so much love in his heart, his big, brown doe eyes would fill with so much compassion and adoration for things that he couldn't keep it in him. He wore his heart on his sleeve and his love in his eyes.His mother always used to tell him that he had them whenever his babysitter, Audrey, would watch him for the night. She was a high schooler who lived close by, always willing to lend a helping hand to Mrs. Bradshaw and her son. Bradley saw her as the prettiest girl alive – long hair, a kind grin, and always happy to let him talk to her about his new action figures. "Oh honey, you've got heart eyes." Is what she would always say, grabbing his chin gently and giving him a nose kiss. He'd blush and duck his head away, trying to hide the fact that he was utterly infatuated with his babysitter. "No I don't," Bradley would protest, "She's just nice, that's all." Sensing her son's embarrassment, she'd switch topics quickly and let him show her how he organized his model planes. But anyone could see the way his eyes transformed when his babysitter would walk through the door and give him a big hug. Okumaya devam et bradley x reader bradley bradshaw x reader bradley bradshaw bradley x y/n bradley x you bradley x bradley bradshaw x female reader bradley bradshaw x y/n bradley bradshaw x you bradley bradshaw x bradley fic bradley fluff bradley fanfiction bradley fanfic Bradley Bradshaw fanfic bradley bradshaw imagine bradley bradshaw fluff bradley bradshaw fic bradley bradshaw fanfiction rooster x reader rooster x f!reader rooster x y/n rooster x you rooster x rooster fluff rooster bradshaw imagine bradley rooster bradshaw rooster fanfic rooster fanfiction top gun maverick x reader Bunu uygulamada gör. Daha fazla sonuç göster