#todorokixreader

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How different MHA characters would react to you kissing them mid convo.

Characters included:

Izuku Midoriya, Katsuki Bakugo, Shoto Todoroki, Eijirou Kirishima, Ochako Uraraka

I think for the most part it should be gender neutral, but I could've slipped up and made some of it feminine so i'm super sorry!

Izuku Midoriya

Background: You've been flirting with each other for a couple of weeks now, but haven't put a label on anything.

"Which one do you think is better?" he smiled and held up two different figures. You looked at both the nearly identical figures then shot back up at him. "They look the same babe." you laughed as he looked down at the two allmight's in his hand. Izuku looked back up at you, his eyes furrowed down. "No they're not!" He said bluntly "This blonde is very clearly different from this one." He signaled to the figure in his right hand. "Also, these costumes are totally different." Izuku started going on a tangent, comparing the costume, how the colors were slightly different because of their undertones.

Five minutes through his little rant, you were already bored. Twirling your fingers through your hair, you began to wonder down to his lips. Without another thought, you pulled him in for a soft kiss that went on for maybe 20 seconds. By the time you pulled back, Izuku's face was fully red. He covered his face, a smile unintentionally creeping onto his face. "What was that for?"

"To get you to stop mumbling." You smiled at Izuku as you picked up one of the figures. "Get this one, I like the undertones better." He slowly put another one back, avoiding your eyes, blushing profusely.

Katsuki Bakugo

Background: Both been married for about 2 years, and you guys are watching the outsiders. (sorry for the people who haven't read/ watched it)

You were both on the couch, Katsuki's head in your lap, his face turned to the TV. Your hands ran through his spikey blonde hair. "You know, Ponyboy was way too overdramatic." He scoffed as his looked at the screen. "There was no reason to get that mad 'cause you got shoved by your brother." you looked down at him, your hands escaping his hair, earning a look from your husband. You picked up the remote to pause the movie. "Well, his brother shouldn't have been putting his hands on him, no matter how mad he was."

Katsuki got up from your lap to look at you. "My mom hit me, and I turned out just fine. That brat had what was coming to him, he came home late, and he was talking back. I think that's reason enough to be mad." he continuously kept talking about how Darry was in the right, and Ponyboy was some wild child who needed to be put in his place.

When he began to pass the one minute mark, you had enough. You took Katsuki by the chin and pulled him in for a kiss to get him to shut up. You got a glimpse of his confused and shocked face and laughed loudly at it. "What the hell was that?' he shouted as his fingers caressed his lips daintily. "I was tired of hearing you talk, you big dummy." You stated between laughs. Katsuki's head shot to your face quickly, a smiling forming like he was a little kid. He pounced on you, "You're not getting away with that you idiot." he chuckled softly, the warmth of his body warming yours as kisses landed all over your face.

Shoto Todoroki

Background: Dating for 3 years.

You and Shoto had been planning this date for months, it was at the nicest restaurant in all of Japan. You and him had drove for 2 hours to get there. The both of you had gone shopping prior to this date. You picked out a nice dark blue satin cocktail dress that hugged your waist nicely. Your boyfriend had gotten a tie that matched the color of your dress.

You both walked into the restaurant, Your heels making a clicking sound as you opened the door to get in. A smile coated your face as the sound of low chatter and violin playing in the distance made you feel at ease. You and Shoto walked over to the receptionist, she greeted you both and asked for the name on the reservation. When your boyfriend stated his name in his usual monotoned voice, the receptionist typed in the name onto her tablet. She looked up confused. "There isn't a reservation under the name 'Shoto Todoroki'"

Your boyfriend looked just as shocked as you were, "But thats impossible, we've had this reservation for more than a month!" You said worriedly. "I'm sorry ma'm, we don't have anything under that name, the only thing I can find is a reservation from last week." Shoto looked at you in shock as he cursed under his breath. "Okay, thank you miss." He said, as he walked out of the restaurant with you in his arm.

"I'm so sorry." He confessed as you both walked back to your car. When you sat in the car, he turned to you. "I'm sorry, I'm so very sorry, I didn't man to get the dates messed up. I've had so much on my mind.." He kept talking, as you listened to his apology deeply. "I didn't mean to do that, I wanted to make this date as perfect as possible, I just-" you pulled his tie in and kissed him slowly. When you pulled back you smiled at him. "it doesn't matter to me, you know that. We could go anywhere and you know I would still have fun. I wanted to go on this date because I wanted to be with you." you laughed and wiped his cheek with his thumb. "Hey, lets just go get tacos or something. Forget about this place."

Shoto's mouth curled into a smile as he pulled you into another kiss "I love you so much."

Eijirou Kirishima

Background + TW: Mentions of alcohol and weed, You guys are childhood best friends with a thing for each other. College age! You had a party in your dorm. You're both fried out your mind.

"Eijirou," You say giggling like a toddler on a sugar rush. "Can we go outside, its very loud in here." You say, your eyes squinted. He smiles, the whites of his eyes as red as yours. You both walk down the stairs and into the silent cold night. The two of you go behind the building together, laying your backs against the brick wall.

Eijirou opened a pack of cigarettes and offers one to you "You want one?" he said, quietly. You nod, digging into your pocket and pulling out a lighter. You it to your mouth, Eijirou doing the same. You flicked the lighter and fire came out as both of you putting your cigarettes to it. Smoke poured out of both of your mouth's as you laughed at the funny shapes it made.

You and Eijirou had been their for about 20 minutes and somehow ended up on the floor. You both turned to each other, looking at the others eyes, trying your hardest to make eye contact. "Your pupils are so big Eiji." You smiled, trying to poke his eye. He grabbed you hand, stopping you before you could do so. "Are you trying to kill me or something?" he flicked your forehead as laughter poured out of the both of you.

Both of you were extremely close, closer than friends should be.

"You know, your hair is so super cool." you touched the top of it. "Really? Thanks!" a huge smiled appearing onto his face. "I really like my hair, its a huge part of me, yah know." He backed against the building, his legs crossed. You followed him to the wall, pulling out another cigarette.

"You know, when I first had dyed my hair, back in middle school, I kinda did it impulsively." You turned to him, though the only thing keeping you occupied was his lips. They looked so soft and pretty. The blush pink color attracting you.

"Hey, Eijirou, you know what else is impulsive?" You said suddenly, before taking him by his shirt and kissing him. Your hands running through his hair as his much larger hands went to your waist.

When you had both pulled back, you both had a kiddish grin on your face. "Aww do we have to stop?" Eijirou said with a frown covering his face. He took your cigarette out of your mouth and threw it to the ground. Kissing you again, slower, but not loosing any of the original passion.

Ochako Uraraka

Background: Dating for 4 years, engaged for 4 months.

You and Ochako were getting married in 2 months, so you decided to go to a local bakery to pick out a flavor for your wedding cake. You walk in, hand in hand and go over to the baker. He was a sweet looking man with gray hairs popping out the side of his hat. He greeted the both of you and asked what the occasion was.

"Its a wedding! We're getting married after almost 5 whole years of dating!" Ochako excitedly announced, then shying away in embarrassment after realizing how loud she had been. "Oh? A wedding? That sounds fun! Save me an invite fellas!" He joked with the two of you, the both of you laughed along with him.

"So ladies, what are we thinking about? Do we have any flavors in mind?" The baker said with a smile, dusting some left over flour off his hands and onto his apron. "So our wedding is on the beach, meaning we're going to need something tropical." you tell him, resting your arm onto your soon-to-be wife's shoulder. "And guess what? Its going to be during a meteor shower!" Ochako squealed with a huge smile covering her face. "So I'm sure you can guess how we want the outside of our cake." you say, rubbing the back of your head, laughing softly.

The old man sat you and Ochako down at a table, bringing you both cakes he think you'd like based on the theme. The first cake was a strawberry cake, with a creamy vanilla frosting. Ochako gushed at the pretty pink color it gave off, stating it was her favorite. You just sat and stared at her big brown eyes. You blushed softly at how cute she looked eating her cake so happily.

The second one was orange flavored, you both ate it, both your eyebrows raising in shock as you looked at each other with a grin. The cake was delicious and melted into your mouth. Your fiance clearly agreed with you, since she had shoved the whole slice into her mouth and started reaching for yours. Ochako began to talk about the cake, complimenting anything she could think of. You began to stare at her again, though now, looking at the tiny piece of cake on her lip.

"I think we should get this one it-" She was cut off by you, capturing her mouth in a kiss. The kiss lasted for a little bit before you pulled back. Ochakos entire face turned bright pink as she played with her hair frantically. "What- what was that for?" You smile at her, wiping her lip softly "You had some cake on your lip, just wanted to help I guess." You called the baker back over and told him you'd pick this flavor for the wedding.

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More than just butterflies

Todorokixreader

The afternoon sun filtered through the window, casting a warm glow over the cluttered desk where you sat, absorbed in your studies. Exams were coming soon and to be honest, everyone was scared about them. As you flipped through the pages of your textbook, trying to focus on the equations in front of you, a soft knock on the door interrupted your concentration.

"Come in," you called out, expecting one of your roommates.

The door creaked open, and you looked up to see Todoroki standing there, his dual-colored hair falling gently over his forehead. His expression was unreadable as usual, but there was something in his eyes, a glint of uncertainty perhaps.

"Hey, Todoroki. What's up?" you greeted him, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips.

"Um, I was wondering if you're free later," he said, his voice slightly hesitant as if he wasn't sure as to what he was saying.

You raised an eyebrow, intrigued by his request. "Sure, I don't have any plans. Why, what's going on?"

He shifted on his feet, a faint blush dusting his cheeks. "I was thinking... maybe we could go grab some coffee together?"

Your heart skipped a beat at his suggestion. To be honest, You had a small huge crush on him for a while. Momo and Ochaco had just laughed saying that it was practically impossible that Shoto would ever like you back. Todoroki rarely initiated outings, especially not something as casual as getting coffee. "That.. That sounds great. I'd love to," you replied, trying to keep your excitement in check and not accidently squeal in front of him and do your happy dance.

As you walked to the nearby café, the air between you was charged with a strange tension. Todoroki seemed lost in thought, and you couldn't shake off the feeling that there was something important he wanted to discuss.

When you reached the café, you ordered your drinks and found a quiet corner to sit. The atmosphere was cozy, with soft music playing in the background, but the silence between you felt heavy.

Finally, Todoroki cleared his throat, breaking the quietude. "I... I wanted to talk to you about something," he began, his gaze fixed on his cup of coffee.

You nodded encouragingly, giving him the space to speak.

"It's... It's about... us," he said, his words hesitant but filled with determination.

Your heart skipped a beat at his admission. But.. there was no way. THE Shoto Todoroki who was always so clueless about normal teenager things would never.

"Us?" you echoed, trying to hide the hopeful tone in your voice.

Todoroki took a deep breath before continuing, his gaze meeting yours. "I... I've realized that... I care about you a lot. More than I thought I would," he confessed, his cheeks flushing slightly.

Your cheeks practically turned as red as a tomato and you couldn't help but let out a huge shout. "WHAT?!"

Todoroki flinched a bit at it. "D-Did I say something wrong...?" He looked at you awkwardly and you practically gave yourself a hard mental slap. Greaaatt y/n. Great job on fucking embarrassing yourself in front of the man you liked.

"Wait- nononono No! Y-You spoke great! Wait I mean no! I care about you so much too Todoroki!" You gave yourself another mental slap, thinking about how dumb and childish that must've sounded. You coughed as if to clear your throat and made your pathetic attempt to sound professional. "I-I mean I care about you too."

His expression softened, a small smile gracing his lips. He loved how cute you looked all flustered and struggling to talk. "I'm glad," he murmured, his eyes holding yours in a tender gaze.

As you sat there, lost in each other's eyes, you realized that this was just the beginning of something beautiful.

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Troubled Past (Todoroki X OC)

Warnings: HEAVY themes of sexual abuse of a CHILD, DNI if that topic makes you uncomfortable PLEASE. Crying, Self-harm, non-descriptive unfinished sex, sexual references but I definitely wouldn't call it smut, I think that's the big stuff but let me know if I missed some of it. Neither the sex nor the abuse is very lewd or descriptive.

Genre: Angst/Fluff

Character: Shoto Todoroki (MHA)

Sara gasped as her back slammed against the front door to Todoroki’s apartment the second they’d made it in, his fingers immediately finding and deftly unhooking the buttons down the front of her shirt. He pulled the material off her arms as he ducked his head to her neck, leaving marks and kisses in his wake. Once the shirt was gone, his hands eagerly moved to the button of her jeans.

Sara chuckled, placing a hand over the one fiddling with her pants. “Not so fast, Hotshot. Surely you can wait until we get to the bedroom?”

Todoroki leveled a dark look at her, his eyes shining with desire and lust, causing Sara’s breath to catch in her throat. “Not a chance.”

The heat settling in her stomach flared at that look in his eyes, her desire conflicting with the words she’d just spoken as she roughly grabbed a handful of his t-shirt to bring him in for a hot kiss.

Without warning, an arm swept below her knees and she yelped, throwing her arms around Todoroki’s neck in response, before letting out an endearing laugh that had the hero smiling at the sound.

From there, she’s not really sure what happened to either of their clothes. Between Todoroki’s distracting touch and him being just too good with his hands, they were both naked and in bed in no time.

A hand caressed Sara’s cheek as she lay beneath him, slowly moving down to her shoulder and oh-so-softly tracing a line down her side before gripping the back of her thigh and lifting it to wrap around his waist.

Todoroki leaned down to capture her lips in a kiss, but it was different from earlier. Slow, soft…loving. Now that he had her here, beneath him, he wanted to take his time and show her just how much she meant to him. He wasn’t in a rush.

One of her hands crept up to thread itself into his two-toned hair while the other gripped desperately onto his shoulder, a whimper escaping her mouth.

Todoroki pulled back from their kiss to gaze down at her with a smirk. “Who’s the eager one now, hmm?”

She opened her eyes, and the look of pure desperation, need, and want in her gaze made his breath catch. “Please,” she breathed, her hand falling from his hair to rest on his other shoulder. “I want you, Shoto.”

His eyes widened at her use of his name. He heard it every day since it was his hero name, but hearing her say it now…he couldn't wait any longer.

He leaned down to her ear, his hot breath fanning across her neck and sending pleasant shivers down her spine. “How could I ever say no to you when you look at me like that?” With those words, he slowly began to push himself into her and heard her gasp, clutching him tighter. He groaned at the feeling of her walls around him, easing himself further into her.

When something wet touched the side of his face pressed to her neck, he sat up with a start to find tears slipping from her closed eyes. “Oh, Sara…” His expression softened and he leaned down to kiss the corners of her eyes. “I know it hurts, I’m sorry.”

The woman’s eyes opened slightly, but he saw no pain in her gorgeous ice-blue irises—only an overwhelming adoration for the hero she set her gaze upon. “It’s okay, Sho. I can handle more than you give me credit for.”

Todoroki chuckled, sifting a hand through the long rose brown hair that splashed onto the pillow beneath her head. “I think you’re plenty capable, Sara—I just wanna make sure you’re as comfortable as possible. I’d hate for our first time to be a bad experience for you.”

“I appreciate your concern, but really, I’m—” She gasped when he shifted ever so slightly inside her, her last word losing its potency. “—fine.”

She shuddered with pleasure and anticipation. “Jesus, Sho, keep going. You’re killing me with the suspense here.”

The hero smiled, settling his head beside hers again. “If you insist.”

He pushed further inside her—he was almost all the way, now—and the woman beneath him cried out and began trembling, burying her face in the crook of his neck.

Todoroki slowed his movement a bit, hating to hear her in pain, and placed a kiss on her collarbone. “Just a little more…it’ll be over soon.”

Suddenly, he felt the woman’s entire body tense and her breath stopped completely. Her grip on him tightened even further, her nails sinking into his skin so far it drew blood, and he winced, pulling back in confusion at the sudden change in her body language.

“Sara? What’s—” He stopped dead when he saw her expression. Her eyes were wild with pure, unadulterated fear, looking up at him as though he was…a monster.

Her body began to shake violently, but this time it wasn’t out of pain or pleasure. She was…terrified, to say the least. And he had no idea what was wrong. Had he done something to upset her? Had she not wanted this, after all?

Sara gazed up at him in horror, memories clouding her vision and altering her reality as the past came crashing down on her in that one, single moment. In her eyes, she was no longer looking at Shoto Todoroki. Rather, she was lying beneath a monster.

A monster that had tormented her for years—one who used to speak those same words to her with no remorse as he used her however he pleased.

She snatched her hands away from his shoulders, pressing against his chest and forcefully pushing him up, off, and out of her in one fell swoop.

Her shaking fingers grabbed the sheets and clutched them to her chest as she began to hyperventilate, her lower lip trembling from the panic enveloping her body.

Then, almost as quickly as she’d reacted, she realized her mind was playing tricks on her. The hero before her was nothing like the dark figure of her past, and she almost couldn’t believe she’d really thought they were the same person, even if only for a moment. She wrapped her arms around her middle as guilt and regret settled over her.

Sara looked up at him, pale blue meeting blue-grey, and her heart clenched in both pain and relief. Relief because Shoto was there, right in front of her, and pain because of the concern etched across his face and the utter helplessness in his expression. He had been forced to watch as the woman he loved was torn apart by an enemy he didn’t even know how to approach.

She closed her eyes tightly. How…how could I ever confuse the two? How could I ever mistake such a kind, compassionate man for that monster? Her arms tightened around herself, nails digging into her sides. Is this…how it’ll always be? Will I never be able to love him how I want to, how he deserves, because of the things I went through back then?

Her body still shook with fear, but no longer of him. There was something he couldn’t see, something deep within her, that had reared its ugly head. And she tried, desperately, to push it back down to the depths of her mind, where it had been locked away for years.

Todoroki could see in her eyes that she was fighting, but as she leaned into his arms, shaking violently and letting out desperate, fearful whimpers, he could feel she was losing. He didn’t know what to do or how to help as the love of his life shattered to pieces in his arms.

“I’m sorry…” He heard her whisper, clutching onto his arm. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, Shoto…””

Todoroki wrapped his arms around her and pulled her tightly to his chest, letting her head rest on his shoulder as she started to cry, an endless string of apologies leaving her lips. He pressed his face against her hair, eyes tightly closed and brows furrowed in pain as he listened to her break apart.

He wasn’t exactly sure what she was apologizing for. I guess she feels bad for…ruining the mood? His arms tightened around her as he thought. No, it has to be something else. She knows she would never have to apologize for that when she’s so obviously terrified of something.

Todoroki worried about the origins of her apology. The way her voice cracked with such overwhelming guilt suggested there was another reason. Was it…something she saw? Did it have anything to do with the way she looked at him?

He couldn’t be sure without more information, but one thing was for certain—he’d never, ever, seen her like this. He couldn’t imagine what could have caused it either, but her heartbreaking cries were debilitating for him. He began to rock her back and forth in his arms, softly stroking her hair and whispering reassurance in her ear. “I’ve got you, Sara, you’re okay.”

Her grip on him tightened as she pressed herself as far against him as she could. His name left her lips in a quiet whimper.

“I’m right here, angel. I’m not going anywhere.” He assured, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

After a while, when her sobs had died down to quiet sniffles, Todoroki pulled back so he could look at her. “Sara…” He cupped her face in both hands and lifted her eyes to his. “Sara, look at me.”

He brushed a stray strand of rose-brown hair from her face, his gaze softening as he examined her broken expression. “I don’t know what happened, or what you saw, but this is not your fault. Do you hear me? You have nothing to be sorry for.”

A single tear slipped down her cheek as she gazed up at him. His heterochromatic eyes showed nothing but love and concern for her, his face drawn with worry. Lifting a hand up, she brushed a few unkempt locks of red hair from his face and wondered what on earth she did to deserve a man as understanding and caring as he was. Someone who comforted her and assured her without question, and loved her unconditionally.

Her eyelids drooped from exhaustion, and she thought, surely, she must be dreaming. The man sitting before her, holding her, loving her…

Todoroki saw her fatigue and gathered her back into his arms, resting his cheek on the top of her head as she leaned against him. “Sleep now, my love.”

As she drifted off, the dual-toned hero gently laid her down, pulled the covers over them both, and drew her back against his chest, nestling his face in her neck. “I love you, Sara, more than anything.”

Todoroki lay awake beside her for a while, uneasiness writhing in the pit of his stomach. He worried about the way she’d reacted to him, but even more…he worried about what could possibly have caused such a reaction.

The heady scent of lavender that radiated from the woman in his arms lulled him, and before long, he fell asleep alongside her.

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The first time it happened, Sara barely knew what was going on. She’d been instructed to lie down on her bed, close her eyes, and be still. She remembered having a pink dress on, socks, no shoes. Her arms were resting comfortably at her sides on top of her lilac bedspread.

“Daddy, what are you doing?” She giggled a bit, expecting some sort of gift or surprise, resisting the urge to squirm around in excitement.

She heard her father chuckle from across the room, the sound of clothes rustling and a belt clinking adding to her confusion. “Just a moment, sweetheart, I’ll get to you in a second.”

Sara bounced her small feet on the bed a few times in impatience. “Hurry up, Daddy, I wanna know what the surprise is!”

She felt the bed shift as her father climbed onto it, hovering over her petite form. He’d wanted this for so long—his cute little daughter laid out before him, vulnerable to his every desire—but he knew that she was too young before. Now, she was mature enough to understand that no one could know about this if that’s what he told her, but not quite old enough to know how wrong this truly was.

He hoped she would enjoy it—alas, the experience would be that much sweeter—but it was ok if she didn’t. After all, this wouldn’t be happening if he really cared how she felt.

“Alright, darling, you can open our eyes now.”

Riddled with excitement, the little girl’s eyes snapped open immediately, only for her red irises to fill with confusion as she took in her father in all his naked glory.

Her face grew pale as her instincts told her to run, told her that whatever was coming would not be good for her. “D-daddy? What…what’s going on? What are you doing?”

A crooked, malicious smile stretched across his face as his hands found the fabric of her underwear and pulled them down and off her legs. “I wouldn’t worry too much about that, just focus on being a good girl for Daddy, okay?”

“Wait—Daddy! You’re not supposed to touch that!” Her feeble hands desperately tried to push his hardened ones away as fear curdled her stomach. This is not right. This is not supposed to happen! I have to get away from this!

But there was no chance for her. He was nearly three times her size, while she was barely sixty pounds. He locked both hands above her head with minimal effort, lifting her dress above her stomach with his free hand. He didn’t have to worry about her screams—he’d planned for that. There was a reason he’d moved them out to the country last year.

His grip on her wrists was tight, and she grit her teeth at the pain. “Daddy, please, you’re hurting me!”

He simply laughed at her. “Oh, my sweet, darling child, if you think this hurts—” He gave her wrists a rough squeeze, and she yelped, “then you’ve no idea what’s in store for you today.”

She looked down as she felt his waist shifting against hers, and her eyes widened as she gained a general understanding of what he meant to do. “No, no, no, Daddy that won’t fit! Please, don't!”

“Oh, it’ll fit.” With that, he shoved himself halfway inside her, groaning in satisfaction at the way she squeezed him.

A bloodcurdling scream filled the room, and young Sara began crying uncontrollably from the overwhelming pain that consumed her body. She felt no pleasure from this, as her father did.

“Shh, darling, don’t cry.” In truth, he was enjoying the pain she felt, loving the way the tears streamed down her tiny little face.

And then came the words that had haunted her all her life. The ones he repeated—word for word— each time this happened, right after the pain started.

“Just a little more…it’ll be over soon.”

At the tender age of eight, Sara Fujimura was raped by her father for the first time.

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Sara woke up screaming that night, her face wet with tears. The skin covering her stomach was burning, and her chest was heaving with terror.

The room was dark, and she reached out desperately to her right, her instincts unknowingly pushing her toward salvation.

In her nightmarish haze, she’d forgotten where she was and the events of last night, so, mentally, she wasn’t exactly sure what she was grasping for until a strong pair of arms wrapped her up and held her as close as possible. The second his skin touched hers, the physical and emotional relief she felt was palpable as she sagged into his embrace and tried hopelessly to still her beating heart, taking deep breaths in between choked sobs.

Todoroki ran his hand up and down her back, his face tucked against the side of hers. “You’re okay, I’m right here.” He reassured, his eyes burning. He hated seeing her like this, but he didn’t know what was wrong, or how he could help. This was all he could think of.

“You’re safe, Sara. I promise.”

She began to cry harder and adamantly shook her head where it was tucked into the crook of his neck, her hands reaching up to grab his shoulders and hanging onto them as though her life depended on it.

“No, I’m no-“ Her voice broke. “I-I’ll never be safe as long as…as long as he’s-!” A violent shiver shook her entire frame, fear stifling her voice.

Todoroki’s brow twitched at her words. He…? Who is she talking about? Who… He lifted his head and studied her trembling form. Who could have done this to her?

His face darkened as his vision flashed red. I swear to god I’ll find out who did this to her and kill them.

Sara whimpered pitifully, her grip on him tightening and bringing him back to the situation at hand.

His expression softened and he cupped her face to guide her gaze to his. Revenge can wait, and finding out what happened isn’t important right now.

“Sara,” He swiped his thumbs across her cheeks, wiping her tears away. “As long as I’m here, no one can ever hurt you. I swear to you, I won’t let any harm come to you again.” Right now, she needs me to be her warmth, her safety, her protection.

More than anything, she needs any compassion I have rather than my anger, so…revenge can wait.

A fresh wave of tears flowed down her face as she stared at the beautiful man before her. A man who had been hurt so much throughout his life, but could still find sympathy for others.

He may seem cold and uncaring, but in reality, he’s more kind, attentive, and capable than any person she’d known in her life.

There was warmth in his eyes as he stared down at her, an emotion so strong that no words could capture just how all-encompassing it was.

“Shoto…” Sara lifted a hand to his face and brushed his bangs back from his face, admiring his features. Her voice was thick and scratchy from the screaming and crying she’d done. “I love you, Shoto.”

Todoroki’s face crumpled as he was overwhelmed by the love she expressed for him even while she was in so much pain. “Oh, Sara…” He pressed his lips to her forehead as a lone tear slipped down his face. “I love you, more than anything.”

He pulled away to meet her gaze, and she gasped, eyes widening in surprise. In all the time they’d been together, not once had she seen him cry. She’d never even seen him tear up.

“Oh…” She threw her arms around his neck and pulled him close, weaving one hand into his hair as he rested his forehead on her shoulder. His arms circled around her waist as he focused on regaining his composure. “I’m so sorry, Shoto.”

She inhaled shakily. “I didn’t…I didn’t mean to upset you, I just…”

The hero’s grip on her tightened as he shook his head. “No, that’s not it.”

He lifted his head and her hands fell to rest on his shoulders. “It’s just hard to see you in so much pain and not be able to do anything about it.”

He dropped his face into his hands, his shoulders sagging under the weight of the helplessness he felt. “I don’t know what to do. I want to help you—I want you to feel safe and happy, but I-” His voice broke. “I don’t even know where to start…I don’t know if I’m capable of being what you need me to be.”

Sara reached up and pulled his hands from his face. “Don’t say that, Shoto. You being here is more than enough. Even last night, your first thought was to comfort me rather than ask questions.”

Her gaze flickered to her bare stomach and she instinctively wrapped an arm around herself. “I’m sure you’ve got a million questions running through your head, but up until now I wasn’t sure I could talk about it with you—or anyone, for that matter.”

Todoroki didn’t miss the way she covered her stomach, and his attention was immediately drawn by the movement. He looked up at her with a questioning gaze, but she avoided his eyes.

He gently pulled her arm away, before letting out a broken, heart-wrenching sob at what was revealed. Sara screwed her eyes shut at the sound, feeling his grip on her wrist tighten.

“Oh, god.” His hand hovered shakily over her stomach, wanting to heal it somehow but not wanting to hurt her by touching it.

Her skin was torn and scrubbed raw--as if she’d been trying to tear herself open.

“Sara…” Todoroki’s voice was barely above a whisper. When she opened her eyes to look at him, she saw how desperate he was to understand. “What… happened? Who hurt you to the extent that you’d do this yourself?”

He saw the hesitation in her features and took a deep breath, closing his eyes. “You don’t have to tell me, I just…” He leaned his head on her shoulder again. “I want to understand.”

It was quiet for a long time. Neither of them moved or spoke.

Finally, Sara took in a deep breath and broke the silence. “My father.”

Todoroki’s brows furrowed in both confusion and dread, but when he moved to raise his head, she pushed it back down.

“Please,” She begged. “If I see your expression I think I’ll lose my nerve.”

There was another stretch of silence before a shaky exhale left her lips. “When I was eight, my father…he-“ She paused, her voice quieting significantly. If Todoroki could have seen her face, he would’ve noticed the glassy, far-away look in her eyes.

“He raped me for the first time.”

Every muscle in the hero’s body tensed, his eyes widening in shock.

That was the absolute last thing he had expected her to say.

Sara felt him go rigid, squeezed her eyes shut, and pressed her hands against her stomach in an effort to stop their trembling and keep her resolve.

It was about time she told someone about this—keeping it to herself had grown to be far too much of a burden.

She took another deep breath, and her voice returned with a bit of the volume it had lost. “He had moved us out to the country the year prior, which he later told me was part of his plan.” She looked down at her shaking hands, goosebumps rising along her skin. “...there were no neighbors to hear me scream.

“He also said that he’d been waiting for me. That 8 was the perfect age for me to be old enough to understand no one else could know, but too young to realize how wrong it was. He-“ She choked back a sob. “He was wrong.” Her voice fell to a whisper, tears falling on the sheets wrapped around her legs.

“It was…it was horrible,” her voice cracked on the last word. “In all my life, I’ve never experienced pain so severe since that day.”

Todoroki’s fists clenched, using every ounce of restraint in his body to keep from chasing after that son of a bitch right now. She needed him, though, and he knew that.

But Todoroki wanted him to suffer.

He hated his own father as a child, for what the man did to him and his mother, and the way he treated his work, but that…couldn’t even compare to this. This was unredeemable. Nothing that her sorry excuse for a father could do would ever make up for the pain he’d caused her.

“For a long time,” She continued after a lengthy silence, “I was stuck in that god-forsaken house. He switched me to home-schooling to reduce the risk of him being caught, and for a long time, he got away with it.

“When I was fifteen, some pros came around our house asking about suspicious activity. That was around the time that the league of villains activity was getting bad.

“My father was so standoffish toward them, acting all paranoid and suspicious, that they set up a stakeout for our house that night, hoping to witness something incriminating.” She let out a dry, sarcastic laugh. “They sure witnessed a hell of a lot that night, but it wasn’t what they’d been expecting at all.” She paused, thinking back.

“That night it was particularly bad.” There was a tremor in her voice as she recounted the memory. “My father thought that I had tipped them off, that I’d ‘betrayed him’ and ‘destroyed his trust in me.” The bitterness in her tone was palpable.

“By the time the heroes realized what was happening, most of the damage had been done already. I can’t say I blame them, though. After 7 years of torture already, I’d managed to train myself to stay quiet, for the most part.” She shuddered at her next words. “He enjoyed hearing me scream, loved it when I begged him to stop. So I made it a point not to give him the satisfaction.

“But that night, he pulled out all the stops. Made me scream louder and cry harder than I had in years.”

Todoroki began to tremble. A mixture of emotions was raging inside him, desperate to get out. But he wanted—no, he needed—to listen. For her.

As much as he knew that, he hated this. All those years she was in so much pain, and where was he? Living in a beautiful home, going to the nation’s top school, fulfilling his dreams, all while she was alone and afraid.

Sara looked down at Todoroki’s head as she felt something drip onto her shoulder, realizing with a start that he was crying…for her.

God, I love him so much.

She reached one arm around his back and entwined the other in his hair, hoping to give him some reassurance that she was, in fact, okay, even if she didn’t seem like it.

The second she touched him, he was moving, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her in as close as he possibly could. “I’m sorry,” he sobbed, the tears coming faster. “I’m so, so sorry.”

A sad smile stretched across her face, her bottom lip trembling as she tried not to cry, hiding her face in his neck. “Oh, Shoto…”

“Why…” His voice was raspy and weighed down by the guilt he felt. “Why didn’t you ever tell me…?”

This was a question Sara had been expecting. “I just wasn’t ready. To tell anyone.”

Todoroki hugged her tighter. “You mean this whole time…no one has known? You’ve had to go through this by yourself?”

She closed her eyes and breathed in his unique, citrusy scent of wintergreen and coriander. “Not completely. The heroes who rescued me made sure I was taken care of.”

Her voice grew soft. “I was in therapy and social readjustment classes until I was twenty-one, but these last few years, those memories haven’t bothered me much. I couldn’t even tell you the last time I thought about what happened.”

Todoroki was silent for a moment as he thought. “When you were twenty-one…three years ago, then. That wasn’t long after we met, was it?”

Sara smiled, humming in affirmation. “Mm, it was about six months after we met, a couple weeks before we got together. I actually…” Hesitation, and then, softer, “I actually stopped going because of you.”

The two-toned hero pulled back in surprise and confusion. “What? Don’t tell me you were ashamed of it, please, I never wanted you to feel that way.” His brows were knit with worry and the slightest bit of guilt.

The young woman let out a quiet but endearing laugh, shaking her head. “No, not at all, Shoto. It’s just that, after I met you, I felt like I no longer needed to.” An unconscious smile formed on her face as she reminisced. “I was at the point in my recovery where I wanted to put that part of my life behind me, for good.”

She placed a hand on his cheek and lifted his heterochromatic eyes to hers. “And with you, it was so easy to focus on the ‘here and now.’ It was so…refreshing. Even when childhood or parents were brought up, there wasn’t a single moment with you where I ever looked back on my past with fear and unease.”

Todoroki flinched, turning his gaze away. Sara noticed and hesitated before continuing. “After I met you I started looking at my childhood as a milestone. A trial that I survived and came out stronger than I was going in, and a necessary obstacle to become the person I am right now.”

She laughed dryly at her next words. “I stopped thinking about the bad parts of my childhood, because, believe it or not…” She smiled. “It wasn’t all bad. I still have quite a few fond memories, especially from my younger years.”

Todoroki tucked his face back into the crook of her neck, his words muffled by her skin. “You said…” He took in a deep breath of the lavender scent he loved so much. “…that you’ve never thought about the bad parts of your past when you’re with me, but last night…” His hold around her waist tightened as his brow furrowed in pain. “Last night I…reminded you of him, didn’t I?”

“...what?” Sara’s eyes widened as she realized that she’d failed to address the actual trigger of her trauma, and that he had interpreted it in the worst possible way. “Oh god, Sho…look at me.”

She got him to lift his head but he refused to meet her gaze, his face full of hurt and guilt. She sighed. “Shoto, not a single part of you, from here,—” She placed her fingertips against his face, tracing a path along his hairline, across his jaw, and down his neck before settling her hand over his heart. “—to here, has ever, ever, reminded me of him.”

Her hand and her gaze fell as she thought back to the events of the previous night. “It was just…what you said, at the exact moment that you said it…” Her voice shook with emotion. “That was coincidentally and eerily identical to the words he used to speak, right after he got started, nearly every single time.”

Todoroki’s brow drew together as he thought back to the previous night, the memories fresh in his mind. Based on the context she’d given, it didn’t take him long to identify the words she was referring to.

‘Just a little more…it’ll be over soon.’

“I’m so-“

Sara held up a hand to cut off his apology. It wasn’t his fault. “You couldn’t possibly have known, Shoto, you don’t have to apologize.”

She picked up his hand in hers and interlocked their fingers, a small but somewhat sad smile gracing her lips as she studied his troubled expression. “The way you said it wasn’t even remotely similar to the way he did, I just…” She struggled to put what she wanted to say into words. “I guess the circumstances and how utterly focused I was on every part of you made me hyper-aware of your words. Maybe it was my mind’s way of telling me I didn’t deserve to forget.”

She looked down in thought, shaking her head. That wasn’t right.

Just as Todoroki opened his mouth to refute her, she continued. “No…maybe it’s just that I shouldn’t forget, not that I don’t deserve to. You know the saying, ‘Those who don’t know history are destined to repeat it?’”

She let out a wry laugh. “Maybe my brain knows something I don’t and recalling that history is meant to help me somehow. Maybe I was overdue for a reminder.”

Her voice quieted, trembling slightly. “Maybe if I let myself forget about it, forget about him, he’ll come back to remind me, and…and history will repeat its-“

“Sara!” She startled at his sudden exclamation as he roughly grabbed her shoulders, staring down at her as he slid his hands to rest on either side of her neck, his thumbs caressing her jawline.

“Don’t—“ His voice broke. “Don’t say that. If forgetting about it lets you sleep easier at night, then forget. You don’t have to worry about the consequences, if there even were any.”

His gaze was intense, resolved, determined. “I will never let him hurt you again, I swear to you. As long as we’re together, he’ll never touch you.”

Her expression crumbled. “Shoto, you don’t—“ she took a deep breath to push down the fear and uncertainty clawing up her throat. “You don’t know that. He gets out next year, and you can’t promise that he won’t come after me once he—“

Todoroki cut her off, his blood simmering just below the surface. “He what? He gets out when?!”

Sara looked down, leaning forward to rest her head against his chest, the meaning of her own words sending chills down her spine. “I…I’ve been trying not to think about it. Every time I do, I feel so helpless…so scared. And I’m—“

A tear slipped down her cheek and onto Todoroki's bare skin. “I’m so tired of being scared all the time, but I don’t know what else to do!”

Her breath was picking up, and he knew she was on the verge of another panic attack. He pulled back.

“Hey, hey, hey, Sara…” He let his hand push through her hair, tilting her head back. “Sara, look at me.”

When she did, eyes burning with tears, he continued. “It’s impossible for history to repeat itself–it’s different now. Do you know why?”

She shook her head, her bottom lip trembling furiously, and then she froze.

Todoroki smiled often enough, but only a few times had she ever witnessed him smiling at her the way he was now.

It was soft, loving, and held exactly the reassurance she needed at that moment. She felt like nothing could touch her when he smiled at her like that.

He swiped his thumbs over her tear-stained cheeks, heart aching for her. For her pain, for her fear. “I wasn’t around to protect you back then, and for that I’m sorry. But I’m here now. Do you see?”

Her eyes widened and she felt as though a safety net had just been cast below the tightrope she’d been dancing on her whole life.

“We’re not talking about history here,” Todoroki said, his beautiful heterochromatic eyes shining with emotion that he rarely showed so much of. “We’re talking about the future, your future. And I’ll be in it for as long as you’ll let me.”

He placed a kiss on her forehead. “That’s why it’s different now, why history can never repeat.”

Sara looked down from her tightrope, and there he was—waiting for her, like he always had been. But she’d always been too afraid to look down, never noticing his outstretched arms in all this time.

She realized, with a sudden wave of clarity, that this man loved her. Really, truly loved her, despite her shortcomings, her imperfections. Despite her scars and all her broken edges.

And he always had.

He was her safety net.

Her eyes filled up with tears, years of residual fear and torment disappearing like a weight off her shoulders.

As she launched herself forward into his embrace, wrapping her arms around his neck, she imagined herself stepping off the rope—weightless, free, for just a moment—before landing safe and secure in his arms.

It was then she realized that she would gladly tie herself to him for the rest of eternity if it meant she could stay by his side. If she could love and be loved unconditionally, for the rest of her life.

She was a sobbing wreck in his arms by this point, but she squeezed the only audible words she could manage through her tears.

“I love you, Shoto Todoroki, and I think…” She threaded her fingers through the hair at the back of his head. “I think I always will. I love you so much I feel it all the way down in my toes every time I look at you.”

Todoroki laughed,—a heartwarming, melodic sound—wrapping his arms around her form and clutching her to his chest. His face buried into her neck as he began to rock them back and forth, unwilling to ever let her go again.

“I love you,” He began. “I love you so much that it hurts sometimes. When I’m away from you or when I see you in pain…”

His voice softened. “Never leave me.”

Sara pulled back, just far enough to lean her forehead against his. “I won’t.”

She pressed a short kiss to his lips with an easy laugh. “If I’m being honest, I don’t think I can at this point.”

Her mouth was mere centimeters from his, her warm breath teasing him as she spoke just above a whisper. “I passed the point of no return a long time ago, wouldn’t you agree?”

He breathed an impatient ‘yes’ before eagerly leaning forward and capturing her lips with his.

It wasn’t long before they were so tangled up in each other that it was impossible to tell where one ended and the other began.

And the rest, well…

…part 2?

[lavandernova]

We’re all  a little bit crazy (5)

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therapsit! Izuku x Patient! Bakugou x Patient! Todoroki x Patient! Shinsou x Patient! Reader

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Chapter 5 trigger warnings- Y/N gets into a small fight, mentions of taking pills, the use of the word psycho and mentions of suicide// lemme know if i missed anything

if that makes you uncomfy don’t read!

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chapter one here    

 chapter two here  

chapter three here 

chapter four here

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He woke up again on a plush bed after sleeping comfortably, his cheek slightly bruised and a dull pain running through it, he placed his hand on it and nothing felt swollen which was a very good sign. He let out a sigh and moved up to his elbows so he could look around. 

It was different from all the other rooms he’d been in, It had more color, drawings all the walls.. Comfort stuffed animals they sometimes give you at the hospital even bigger stuffed animals.. The room was comfortable.. 

He finally looked next to him and on the floor was Y/N, who was listening to music occasionally flinching from the headphones as she colored in a little book. He didn’t wanna disrupt the girl, so he sat up and carefully grabbed his clipboard looking for her file… 

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(Patient Name) Y/N Yagi  (Patient #437)

 (Date admitted) 8-3-2009

 (Patient age) 19

 (Patient disorder)  Anxiety, Severe Depression, Sensory Overloading issues, and short temper, but never escalates, ADHD, PTSD, Anorexia, self harm and suicidal thoughts

(History/cause)  When she was 4 her family home went up in flames causing the death of her father (Okorashi) and older brother (Ekai) Which gave her an extreme fear of explosions and loud noises. From the ages of 4-7 her mother became an addict and an alcoholic. She took up abusive habits that left a few horrific scars on her body. When she was 7 her mother finally passed from an overdose that caused her uncle to have to take her in, He’s a kind man and treats her kindly, He sent them here in hopes of making her better, and more ready to come home. He visits often.

(Has patient...)

-attempted suicide?

-attempted homicide?

-attempted any act of self-harm?

-attempted violence on past employees?

-attempted escape?

 (Other). If she gets sensory overwhelmed she tends to scream, hot, kick and cry. They find comfort in the other patients, Bakugou, Todoroki, Shinsou and the boys downstairs. She tends to stick her nails into the skin of whoever grabs her, she needs to be sedated if she has a breakdown. 

(Danger level) 9/10

Izuku raised an eyebrow, the description of the person sitting down in front of him.He felt like it didn’t match her at all. He decided to take a gentle approach to greeting Y/N to make sure she didn’t have an “episode” as the paper put it. 

He gently swung his feet over the side and crouched down hoping to get into her sightline. He crawled to sit in front of her placing his hands on the floor in front of her coloring book. 

Y/N looked up, slightly startled but then took her headphones off, the change causing her head to spasm backwards before resuming her normal position. “Hi!” They smiled, placing her hands on the coloring book in front of Izuku’s. “Hi, Y/N right?” He spoke calmly, not wanting to put off the human infront of him. “Yeah! And you are...Izuku? Midoryia?” She tilted her head curiously and smiled, pumping a fist into the air when Midoryia nodded a smile being brought to his own lips. He was absolutely hooked by Y/N. Their backstory, their personality, they were such an interesting person and he couldn’t wait to learn more. 

“Yeah. You got it right, good job.” he chuckled when her cheeks turned pink with embarrassment from his praise. Izuku chuckled again and leaned forward slightly and watched as Y/N leaned back. 

Izuku shook his hands carefully and leaned back “Is this more comfortable?” Y/N nodded and smiled softly leaning forward again to resume coloring. Izuku smiled and decided to just watch her for a few moments.

The two hung out not moving position for at least half an hour, until Y/N looked towards the door and started cowering when the door opened and the men in white stood there with a medical tray full of many medical instruments he'd never seen before. 

Y/N jumped to their feet and tried to hide behind Izuku as one of them said “Y/N, Please I don’t want to have to repeat what happened yesterday.” He went to reach for her but she smacked his hand and continued standing behind Midoryia who was eyeing the men with a suspicious look. 

The blonde one who had spoke already finally went to grab them only to have his hands smacked away, but instead of a hand, he felt a clipboard against his wrist as he cried out “what THE-” the man went to hit Izuku but the greenette had blocked his second hit as well 

“She’s scared. I’m going to have to ask you to leave because you are not helping.” Izuku’s tone held dominance and authority as the man scoffed “Oh really?-” His words were cut short as Y/N lept towards him and started hitting him. 

she had gotten a few punches in before Izuku had interfered and pulled her back and away from him holding them, they cling to him. “She’s just psycho-” he started again but was cut off by Midoryia straight up shoving him out of the door 

Midoryia had shut the door and looked at the medical supplies and then at Y/N who was back on their bed. Midoryia hummed softly looking at them with a soft but concerned gazed “Are you alright?” They nodded timidly “U-um.. yeah, i think..” 

They kept eyeing the cart and rubbing their arms. Izuku was angry beyond belief but kept his cool for Y/N. “Do you know what these are?” he asked as he walked over to the cart. Y/N nodded “Those are what the use to sedate me and give me my medications..” Izuku nodded and looked at the cart, it had 4 different pills, a tiny box of apple juice and a needle filled with a liquid. He picked up the needle and watched Y/N flinch back 

Izuku shook his head “No, no.. i’m gonna dispose of it, not use it okay?” He went and wrapped it up throwing it in the hazard trash can in the bathroom coming back out looking at the cart. 

“Okay, do you have an order you need to take them in or can you just take them one at a time?” 

Y/N looked confused as they stood up walking to Izuku and the cart “I c-can just take them.. why are you helping? aren’t you supposed to..” 

Izuku shook his head “So far all of you have said that… No, i’m not supposed to be mean, i’m supposed to help you get better so can you take..” he handed Y/N two of the four pills and handed her the apple juice “these and then the other ones?” he smiled

Y/N nodded and took the two and then waited 30 seconds before taking the other two. Izuku nodded and smiled “Thank you.. Now I believe” He stopped and checked his watch “It’s almost dinner time, If you want you can go head down to the cafeteria?” He smiled at her

Y/N thought for a moment “Will you come eat with me?” She tapped her foot on the ground and looked away as Izuku chuckled

 “It’s not my dinner break,” Y/N had frowned and got ready to ask again.

“but I’ll still come sit with you?” Izuku smiled when Y/N’s face lit up 

Y/N gave a big smile and nodded “Okay!” they had opened the door and ran out with an excited yell of “KATSU! TODO! SHIN!” as she catapulted herself into the boys arms as they hugged her back. 

“Why don’t you go to the cafeteria and We’ll be right behind you okay?” Shinsou spoke caring and calmly and all three boys had a quirk of a smile as she smiled and ran off down the halls “GOT IT!” you could hear their laughter as they went down the stairs with a much kinder doctor.

As Izuku walked out of the door locking it behind him he was quickly met with the three faces he’s seen previously looking at him with glares. He gulped before speaking in a meek voice “Y-yes?” Bakugou raised an eyebrow and scoffed before nodding at him “Not a bad idiot.” and the other two nodding in agreement before the bell above them rang for dinner.

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a/n: I’m so sorry for getting this out so late! I’ve been very busy recently and I’ve been preparing for BIG things in my personal life so chapters may be extremely short or non existent. I also didn’t plan to have so many supporters for this series so i didn’t really have a clue what to do with the story. I still don’t. I have one more chapter ready in my head but after that I’m not sure where this series will go. Anyways, as usual I hope you enjoyed and please feel free to reblog, like or say something in my inbox! I’m open to writing one shots if you guys are interested, I was thinking about writing one shots instead of continuing with actual chapters after chapter 6 

[raivale]

When their s/o is hurt [ MHA x Reader ]

Todoroki Shoto

 He will be so confused, he’s in pure shock when you enter the room

He tries to remain calm

“What happened” is the first thing he will say to you when he comes near you

He feels disappointed about his self for not being there when you needed help and support.

He frowns at the sight of you showing your wounds and touches them gently trying to soot the pain away

He overthinks some stuff like what if you died or get injured worst

He won’t care if your annoyed with it but he will for surely hug you or touch you in any body part when you get home.

He won’t let you do anything, he just wants you to rest.

He will be with you as much as he can for a whole ass month.

“Love?” he asked making you look at him, you gave him a smile when his eyes suddenly widened. “What happened?” he said while he was walking towards you, you can see the worried look on his face and you tried reassuring him but he wouldn’t budge.

He was looking at your body, your injuries. He frowned while he caressed your skin gently. You explained that there was a sudden villain attack and that you needed to get in action to protect the civilians, you were wearing your joyful smile feeling happy about your success when he suddenly hugged you. “Please call me next time, I’m afraid to lose you and I’m not willing to risk it.”

Uraraka Ochaco

after she hears that you’re home, she runs to you and hugs you- not tight.

She was in tears and could barely speak.

She will make you lay on her lap while she checks your injuries even if they were already healed a bit.

Repeatedly asking if your ok in every move she makes.

Watches you fall asleep on that night.

Gives you breakfast in bed because she thought that you can’t move that much <3

Takes some of your work and does it because she wanted to help you

Checks on your every 5 minutes

Would nuzzle her head on your neck even if she’s shy because she knows you love it <33

“A-are you okay with this?” she pecked your lips as you nodded. She was trying to clean your scars while you were staring at her cute face- You smiled warmly at her trying to reassure her that you were fine with anything she does.

After finishing up, she went beside you and hugged you, “I’m afraid to lose you, I will sacrifice everything- even money just to keep you safe” she made a joke that didn’t look like a joke but you knew her best and still managed to laugh making her smile.

Bakugo Katsuki

Just as you thought you escaped him, after turning the lights on- you saw him staring at you with wide eyes.

“Where were-” him talking was suddenly interrupted because he saw your frail body, injured.

He will most likely run to you and with angry eyes, he’s not angry with you- he was angry with the villain and his self for not being with you.

This is a huge ass pain for his pride.

He will continuously curse the villain even if it wasn’t there.

He will suddenly say promises that he will for surely keep!

Go comfort that man and reassure him, he will probably blame his self for what happened.

Tries to play gentle with you for a whole week.

Probably starts following you. (kinda creepy but its bakugo so.. why not?)

“I will not let you go out alone again.” even if you tell him a lot of times that you weren’t badly hurt from the fight, he won’t care because you were still hurt. You cup his cheeks and forced him to look at you straight in the eye, you were trying to calm him down.

He suddenly leaned closer and went for a kiss suddenly mumbling some words, “I’m sorry I wasn’t there to protect you..”

[bakubabes-tatakae]

Do you think you have rims to do a todoroki x reader baby on the way thing cause I’ve got real bad baby fever rn! Thank you either way!!

More than happy to do that for you. I’ve never written for our boy Icy-Hot so bear with me. I hope you like it. 🥰

The Newest Todoroki || Todoroki x Pregnant!Reader

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Word Count: 817

You sat on the couch in your small apartment, the fire and ice hero hadn’t made his way home yet. Being a Pro-Hero sometimes kept him out into the wee hours of the night. Curled up with a cup of tea and your favorite book you looked down at your belly; you were about ready to pop.

You thought about what your life would be like in just a month or so when you would have your little boy/girl in your arms. Todoroki was more excited about this than you had ever seen him about anything. You couldn’t wait to see him become a father, you knew he would be amazing, he vowed to be everything his father wasn’t to him.

Like he/she knew that you were thinking about him/her, he/she moved a foot across your belly, causing you to put your hand to him/her, longing to be able to touch those tiny feet on the outside. “I know you’re there baby boy/girl. Mommy and daddy can’t wait to meet you.” It made you smile, you could already picture his/her soft skin and the tiny fingers that would soon reach out to hold you.

The sound of the entryway door opening filled the silent apartment and you looked up at the clock on the wall above your television. 11:45 P.M. “Shoto? Is that you?”

The face of Shoto Todoroki turned the corner and stared at you, a smile spreading across his tired face when he saw your hand on your belly. “Is he/she moving?” You could hear the excitement in his voice. He liked to feel him/her as much as you did.

“Yeah. I was thinking about how amazing it is going to be when he/she’s here. It’s like he/she knew I was thinking about it.” You smiled up at him.

Shoto moved to you, setting the plastic bag he was carrying down on the coffee table in front of you. He knelt down and put his hands on your belly, talking to him/her. “Hey baby boy/girl, I can’t wait to meet you. I hope you can hear me in there. You’re going to be the most spoiled baby on the face of this earth. Your Uncle Midoryia couldn’t stop talking about you today when we patrolled together.”

“Why doesn’t that surprise me?” Sometimes you guys felt Izuku was more excited than the two of you combined.

Shoto reached for the bag behind him. “I stopped at the store while I was on my lunch break today and I couldn’t help myself.” He pulled out multiple onesies and held each one up for you to see. Every time he went out by himself he ended up with new things for the baby.

You smiled at him. “Don’t you think he/she has enough clothes Shoto.” You chuckled a little. “I don’t think we can fit anymore in the closet, or the bureau for that matter, between our families and our old classmates.”

“I’ll find room, don’t worry.” He climbed up onto the couch next to you, pulling you toward him, wrapping you into his arms. “Just think Y/N, in a month, maybe less we’ll have him/her here with us. We can finally start our family.” He kissed the side of your head. “Next step is to make you a Todoroki, I still want to wait until he/she is able to walk. Fuyumi even offered to help him/her down the aisle so he/she can be apart of it.”

You looked behind you and up at him. “Soon enough... soon enough we’ll have both of those things.”

Shoto put his hands on your belly again and hugged you. “I hope that you’ll get everything in life that you’ll ever dream of, baby boy/girl. I’ll be there to support you every step of the way, no matter what.”

Your pregnancy was bringing the sappiness out of Shoto and you absolutely loved every minute of it.

“You’re going to be an amazing mother Y/N. I can already tell. You’re a natural.” He ran his hand through your hair as he spoke.

“Not as good of a father you’re going to be Shoto. The way you are right now shows just how great you’ll be when he/she’s finally here.”

Before he could ever answer you he could hear the small snores coming from you’re mouth. Shoto looked down to see your eyes shut, peacefully asleep. He smiled. “Sleep my angel, you need all the rest that you can get. Soon we’ll have our hands full.”

A couple of minutes later Shoto, too, was fast asleep on the couch. Thoughts of the small human that would soon grace your presence and make your lives whole and his exhaustion from his hero work today had finally gotten the best of him.

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Wrong Person

When you accidentally tell them you’re pregnant.

A/N: I really like doing these little text things so if you like it too, feel free to request!

Midoriya Izuku

Despite telling him that it was false alarm, he would still run home from his agency

You had obviously locked yourself in the bathroom to calm your sobbing self.

“Please open the door, Y/N. We just need to get to the bottom of this and figure out how it happened” He persisted through the other side of the door.

You couldn’t help but burst out laughing. “What do you mean how it happened? You know how babies are made?” You say through your hysterical sobs.

“So uh, how far along do you think you are? When should we schedule the doctor appointments? Should I sign us up for classes? How should we tell the others?”

“Let’s start with a blood test to make sure, okay?”

Once you finally let him in the bathroom with you, seeing you on the floor cradling the tests made him burst into tears as well.

He had always fantasized about having a little person of his own, someone he can teach to be strong and compassionate and hopefully take after him.

That night, he laid next to your stomach drawing patterns around your belly button. You two talked of your future together and how it may affect your hero work.

“I will give everything up for this child. I’ll drop hero work, all of it. We can be a family.” He says with a sad smile.

“Yeah, shut up.” You roll your eyes. “Your child is going to see you as a hero and a father at the same time, so why drop one over the other?”

He bawls. He’s already planning on how he’ll tell All Might that he’s going to be a grandpa.

Todoroki Shouto

Even if you had successfully dead bolted all of the doors, you think he wouldn't kick that shit down?

He finds you sitting at the kitchen counter with a cup of hot tea with your multiple pregnancy tests laid out on a napkin for him to analyze.

“So.” He goes. “Who were you planning on telling before me?” He cocks an eyebrow at you.

“Momo.” You sheepishly admit. “I didn’t know what to do and I didn’t know how you would react.”

He would have to sit somewhere and think for a long time. He never planned on having children due to his own childhood trauma, he was scared he wouldn’t be able to care for them properly or he was scared of projecting his own trauma onto his kids.

Sometimes he would fantasize about having a nice family with you. How he would spoil you guys and treat you as the most important thing in the world. 

“Well, what do you want to do?” He asks.

“What do you mean what do I want to do?” 

“Well, it’s you body. You call the shots. I don’t really know if we’re ready for parenthood right now but I don’t think anyone ever is either.” He shrugs

You would spend the rest of the afternoon drawing out graphs and diagrams and watching educational videos on children to weigh out the pros and cons.

In the middle of the night, after you two had decided to rest until doing more research to make a final decision, you shake him awake.

“What’s wrong?” He groggily answers.

“I think we should keep it.” You nervously say. “I had a dream about us. About a family and I think it’s a good idea.”

He would simply lean over to give you a soft reassuring kiss on the shoulder.

Kaminari Denki

Once you had sent the text, the whole house short circuited. He had been playing games with Sero in the other room on his PC.

Denki runs into the bedroom where you were, and slams open the door to find you crying on the floor.

“Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god. I don’t even know what to say.” He says, going to hug you.

“Wait wait wait. Before I say anything, do you want to keep it?”

“I think I do, but fuck babe, our hero careers just started.”

“Hey! Nothing like a little intermission, right?” He beams.

This boy is SO excited to be a father yall. He kept his baby blanket, favorite toys as a child, ALL OF IT. He was destined to be a father.

Despite his aloof and careless personality, he would suddenly get so gentle around you as if you were all of the sudden fragile.

He wouldn’t body slam you onto the bed and couch anymore, he would literally baby you.

“Denki there’s a growing nugget inside of me” You say, unbelieving.

“That’s all me. EYE did that, babe. That’s MY work.” He says proudly. “Fuck okay what now? Doctors? Books? Research?”

He would fucking tell everyone. Oh, you’re pregnant? Cool I’m live tweeting it at this moment. Everyone knows, Mina’s already planning the baby shower, don’t you worry.

He’s able to joke around and be super happy right now, but at night when you’re having your pillow talks, he bursts out into tears. He’s so incredibly excited to a raise a whole human with you. 

“I wouldn’t want to do this with anyone else.” You sniffle.

“I wouldn’t want to do anyone else BUT you.” He replies

[amymmiv]

I started both a Todoroki Coffee shop au fanfiction and a Tsukasa Yugi fan fiction. Should I post them? Both are X readers