#with a side of bakutodo

[hellishtodorokifamily]

we’re just two lost souls swimming in a fishbowl by gold_on_ice

(T, 18K, 1/1)

The blue fish he was watching emerges from its hiding spot and swims closer to the tall glass of the aquarium, as Shouto hears some sort of rustling next to him. This time he doesn’t jump in fright. “What, not gonna jump and scream?” Touya mocks. “Getting used to it, I suppose.” The silence sits heavy between them, as neither of them really knows what to say until Touya breaks it. “That’s funny,” he scoffs. “I used to come here too, a long time ago.”

—

Or, Touya and Shouto get one last chance to bond. It’s a little bittersweet, but it’s what they needed.

[pinkedify]

let’s do the tango de HR violation

(kofi req 🫶)

[musicfeedsmysoul12]

Soulmate au Feeling the others Pain Tododeku. One-sided BakuTodo, because he suffers from one sided Bakudeku enough, let Shoto make Bakugo suffer now. Hehehehe

Shouto ignored the antics of Bakugou, not wishing to bother with the other teen. Most soulmates would always pick their soulmates, but it was common for them to remain friends. Yet the fact the other seemed to insist that he was a better choice then Izuku made Shouto want to hurt him.

Shouto had felt the burns for years. Sometimes they blurred together with his father's harm on Shouto throughout the years, but he still felt the pain from Izuku. Still felt the screaming agony inside of him.

He hated Bakugou, and made no secret of it.

"Shouto!" a voice said and it made the dual haired teen smile. He turned to see Izuku running over to him, smiling. The cut on his eyebrow, one Shouto had felt, looked better. "Are we on for the movies later?"

"Of course," Shouto said, ignoring the glare from Bakugou.

Take a hint already, Shouto wasn't going to date him, he could fuck off.

Shouto wrapped an arm around Izuku and walked off, paying the blond no more thought. He had felt a sharp sting in his ribs after all.

He had a soulmate to interrogate.

[prpfz]

👾 Hello! 25+ person here, looking for 18+ partners for my hero academia/boku no hero academia, hazbin hotel, AND house of the dragon!

For these, I would prefer canon x canon ships. OCs are great, don't get me wrong, but this is just what I'm craving at the moment.

I am good with AUs and canon settings.

I will put a an asterisk next to any role I prefer to play. If there is none, I don't have a preference.

Side Note: I play EVERY canon character as a switch. I prefer to play against other switches, though you're welcome to like even if you play an exclusive bottom or top (because I'm a pushover).

I will write ship names if I know the ship has a name.

Of course, good with dead dove themes, as likely gathered from the list of fandoms I'm searching for. I am also good with omegaverse and writing multiple ships or threads if you wish.

Literacy Wise? I match partners. I can write past the discord character limit, but I can also write just a few paragraphs. I'm good either way.

My Hero Academia:

Dabi x Hawks (dabihawks)

Endeavor x Hawks (endhawks)

Monoma x Shinso* (monoshin)

Bakugo x Todoroki (bakutodo/todobaku)

Bakugo x Shinso (bakushin)

Toga x Ochaco

Hazbin Hotel:

Lucifer x Alastor (radioapple)

Alastor* x Charlie (radiobelle)

Alastor* x Husk (radiohusk)

Alastor* x Vox (radiostatic)

House of the Dragon:

Rhaenyra x Alicent

Rhaenyra x Aegon

Aegon x Helaena

Aemond x Helaena

Jacerys x Halaena

Daemon x Aemond

Alicent x Daemon

Alicent x Aemond

Alicent x Aegon

Jacerys x Baela

I would love it if you could contact me through passenger pigeon, but instead....like this post! I'd prefer to write on discord, so we'll likely talk and then exchange discords after some initial planning.

give a like and anon will get back to you

[kitsune1818]

This one was inspired by @/Dorothycanfly Burn it all down. Is not necessarya scene of the fic, but i did made it thinking of the fic.

Dabi breaks into the Todoroki house one night to kill his little brother. Things don't go as planned. Dabi and Shouto go on the run together, with Dabi raising his little brother to become the weapon that will destroy Endeavor. (And then the League kidnaps a UA student and a bird shows up.)

DabiHawks and BakuTodo with a side of OchaMiko (how is this ship called?!) but most importantly Todosiblings.

[kae-karo]

is it bad I want to see your other ideas anyway-- adsagkljdslkgj. HOW MANY WIPS DO YOU HAVE actually scratch that I cant say shit because I have a kise wip in progress rn oops-- cant wait for your rnis work to drop <3<3<3

ahahhahaha no no ur so valid!!! for context (x) i'll do uhhh a quick synopsis below the cut for anyone who's interested in what i didn't mention over on twt !!! and i'll talk abt wips too LMAO i love a good excuse to talk abt what i'm working on. and omg dw u are so valid !!!!! and i take no offense i am always in wip hell (affectionate) (i like having things to jump around between so i never get too frustrated if i get stuck somewhere)

if any of yall see anything below that ur super into, let me know!! always cool to know what people are hyped about, may influence what i work on next lmao

first, wips!!

as mentioned i have a rnis fic which is VERY very loosely based on the concept from this post (x) ft background ryusae lsjdffsd cause i apparently can't write a fic without them

also if ur a fan of the mall au (x) i'm currently posting, u will be thrilled to know that i am neck-deep in part 2 which will feature sendou (some ryusaesen but endgame aikusenbarou), charles (one-sided pining for shidou + endgame niko/charles), isagi (kaisagi and some bachisagi), and karasu (tabieita fake dating flavor) !!!!

ryusae praise kink gone wrong !!!!! i love the way shidou is so complimentary of others and i Bet he has a praise kink himself and i just think that sae'd pick up on that and (completely on accident) say smth that rly hits on something shidou's actually sensitive about (like, smth he's self-conscious about that sae compliments) and it turns the whole 'about to hook up' vibe into smth rly soft and tender

ouuuuu ryusae Again but this time, sae got machine-ified at a young age to basically be used as an enhanced human processor for a research facility (where he's basically always hooked up to wires and whatnot, processing research data etc) and shidou's the new maintenance person assigned to take care of him :)

i think i mentioned in passing that i had some other ideas for spinoffs of the kaisagi counterspell fic (x) but i have actually started working on the initial ryusae spinoff which is a getting-back-together vibe where shidou broke it off bc sae couldn't accept the idea that shidou might like him just...for him, so he used shidou as a test subject for various spells he was developing in an effort to push him away

ryusae Again i swear i think abt charas that aren't sd and se lmaoooo this one's fully just pwp and my ovipos kink + shidou with tentacles :)

ough a longfic idea that i wrote a little bit of the start of that's ryurin but i think i need to rethink the actual dynamics of their relationship bc i might prefer platonic ryurin (like,,,,relationship but not romantic) but high school au with rin who's crushing on kaiser (bear with me) bc he thinks kaiser's so Cool and Punk only for kaiser to start changing his behavior bc he's crushing on sae who is very Uncool and Preppy (in rin's eyes) only to find out that sae's annoying friend shidou is actually very cool and punk and likes the same music etc etc chaos ensues

ryukai i just think they should be messy together and the line "are you seriously hard right now" felt hilariously perfect to make kaiser say to shidou. while they're watching rnis fight on field. i think this one includes some repressed kaisagi emotions on kaiser's part tho so i have to think abt how deep or not deep i wanted to go with those

kise spinoff of spellbound (x) the ryukuro fic !!!! that goes into detail on when sae first showed up at the castle and how he ended up staying

and then tbh i have a number of other wips that i refuse to say ive abandoned but also i have not touched in a While (zhongli x kaeya/childe/diluc/aether, bakutodo boarding school au, a kunigiri i halfway rewrote when i found out i accidentally completely deleted a kncg fic i wrote that couldn't be recovered)

and then other ideas asdkfjklsfdj

isagibowl actor au that i did not delve into plot wise any further than that lmaoooo frankly i just think i need to write isagibowl at some point cause that boy deserves to FUCK

my cousin's best man at his wedding gave a speech abt how my cousin FORGOT WHO HE WAS after they'd already met and been on like. the same baseball team or smth and idek what ship this would be (probs smth with rin or sae) but it made me laugh so hard i had to write it down

sae who Refuses to form attachments with anyone and hooks up with many people (this is labeled in my notes as 'sae using whoever as basically a dildo' and frankly i'm right)

everyone in ng11 having a tattoo so sae has a tramp stamp. idk if it's when he acquires the tattoo or what but i just think i should write abt it

siren sae ryusae this is a GREAT idea i should rly write this but siren sae who gets captured on purpose to bait someone on the ship into going overboard (ofc it ends up being shidou that he fixates on) and eventually he succeeds and nearly kills shidou except shidou's just looking at him like he sees sae and not some Evil Creature and sae's just like. fuck. and doesn't kill him, just tosses him up on some beach which is a pain in the ass cause no legs and then shidou finds him again and sae tries to scare him off by being all demon siren like and shidou is just ENAMORED

throat goat shidou ryurin where shidou'll give basically anyone head and most of the pxg guys have taken him up on it. rin hasn't (but he will :) )

another nontraditional fic format concept where sae keeps detailed records of everyone he's slept with, notes on preferences kinks how good/not good the sex was etc etc in like. a Form format

o i'm redacting this one cause i decided to use this idea for an original story instead lmao

noaego outsider pov "i wonder if your therapist knows everything about me" based right before noa goes to bllk to coach the bm team i just think noa's poor therapist would be so exasperated abt him going back to his ex like that

ryurin neighbors au where rin can see in shidou's window and that guy is ALWAYS half-naked and doesn't have/doesn't close his blinds/curtains and rin gets so fed up with it that he leaves a note on the door except then he swears it's happening MORE often, chaos ensues and rin goes over to Confront the guy. horny chaos ensues :)

kaisagi pov of fanfic writer hiori where kaiser's desperately trying to figure out what the hell is happening with all this fic stuff. bachira keeps sending isagi kaisagi fic from his fave author (hiori, not that he knows that) and isagi ends up reading it (out of morbid curiosity ofc !!!!) unsure of the resolution but it would be very cracky i think

saesagi my beloved but it's a seat chat fic bc i'm unwell about seat chat on airplanes. anyway 12yo isagi finds out he's on a plane with ITOSHI SAE (13yo, when he got scouted for real madrid) and sends him a seat chat message just talking about how amazing a player he is etc. ffw however many years and sae is lowkey obsessed with him (maybe in a 'his encouragement is what got sae through some of his darkest times in madrid' sort of way)

ryusae it's always ryusae lmao pop idol sae and budding makeup artist shidou. sae's notorious for being insanely picky abt his makeup (brands, application, style, etc) and regularly fires new artists. at some point, he fires one right before he's supposed to go on stage, calls kaiser in (old friends, and kaiser did his makeup before kaiser made it big & started his own company) and kaiser's like just this once, then i'm sending you someone else. and sends over the guy that barged into his office trying to get a job with no credentials or pro experience or references (aka shidou lmao)

ryusae (again, i know) trans camboy shidou and very invested watcher sae, but it's set in canon, and that's actually part of why sae picked shidou for the u20 game

ryusae (i knOW) where shidou wakes up multiple times to sae fucking him (or riding him, blowing him, etc) and he's like. pretty boy. I wanna be involved in this, wake me up next time. and sae is like rly cautious and hedgy abt it. won't say why but could go lots of ways - he thinks he wants it too often and shidou will find him annoying, he's still struggling to say when he wants smth, etc

ryukai dying each other's hair. bonus points if they both end up with purple tips

ryucha where charles clocks shidou's boner on field and follows him into the locker room to get dicked down about it

kise based vaguely (plot whomst we don't know her) on not the one by movie night (x)

kaisagi fwb i typed 'ypichi' in a fic on accident and published it not noticing the typo and i think kaiser would typo isagi's name and then put him in his phone as 'y🍑y' which would irritate isagi to no end. other than that, plot whomst?

rin&sae 2nd person pov fic about destroying your brother's dreams or smth along those lines. i have like. one starting line to potentially use here lsdjfklfs

either ryusae (iKNOW okay i know) or rinsagi based on i like me better by lauv (specifically the spotify studio recording version) (x) where they're just being. so unbearably soft for each other

rinsagisae based on in the middle by dodie (x) idk which one would be the ex of isagi's but i have written ryurinsae before and i wld rly like to try my hand at rinsagisae as well

ryukai i am deeply obsessed with them both having this core motivator of 'proof of existence' and i think that could be a fun idea to incorporate into a pwp fic

this is so important to me i need to write an h2o fic some day and i think it being about sae, isagi, and kaiser getting mer'd would be the best way to hit on all the relationships and dynamics i would want to explore

phew. okay. sldkfjklsfdjsfd. hey if u made it this far, thanks for checking this out !!! i think i unironically have another 11 fics i've finished that are in the queue to post over the next couple months so hopefully u will enjoy those as well!

and hey if any of these sounded particularly interesting (or any of the ideas i mentioned on my twt thread - x) feel free to let me know!! no promises, but i could possibly be steered toward certain ideas over others once i'm done with this rnis fic lmao

[snowandfires]

todobaku relationship progression told in emojis

😑🤬 im not here to make friends/ill kill you half-and-half

😐😠 its my power now but now what/fucking deku

😮😡 is this an emotion/fuck feelings and everyone who has them

🤨😡 is this that emotion/fuck feelings and everyone who has them x 2

🥺😳 he does care/oh shit i care about this icyhot bastard

🥰😳 oh i am in love/what the fuck is this/oh shit i care about this icyhot bastard x 2

🙂😏 we are dating now/yeah whatever we’re dating now

😘😈 i love you bakugou/fuck yeah you do 

[mha-academia]

Bakugou to Todoroki after he didn’t use his fire during the Sports Festival:

[thoughtfullydopedragon]

Todoroki has a bad mouth and he is mostly mean and I want to see this like Loki

After a fight he looks at villan and say to Bakugou

'Oh dear, is she dead?'

[squidpro-quo]

Summer Spice

A/N: This came about because of Todoroki’s icy breath and some thoughts on Bakugo

Read on ao3

Bakugo runs into Todoroki in the hot sauce aisle and almost overheats.

It’s one in the morning and Bakugo isn’t sure if he’s hallucinating or not. In the back of the grocery store right in front of the paprika section, he can see Todoroki staring at a bottle of hot sauce like he’s trying to take an x-ray of it. Maybe he overdid the training that afternoon because there is surely no reasonable explanation for why Todoroki would in his neighborhood at this time of night.

It’s a testament to how tired Bakugo feels that he notes Todoroki’s wearing sandals and shorts printed with a summer’s worth of ice cream. They’re all kinds of bright colors that wouldn’t look appetizing in any universe’s waffle cone but for some dumb reason, it suits him. Cool and sweet at the same time... Bakugo grinds his teeth as his thoughts start to wander and his eyes feel heavier than All Might. It’s too late for this kind of—

“Do you want some?”

“What makes you think I want some of your damn ice cream!?” Bakugo’s automatic retort reaches the far ends of the empty store and he hears a muffled reprimand from the pasty cashier up front. Todoroki stares at him for at least half a minute, or so it feels, and Bakugo starts to sweat.

“I don’t have any ice cream to give you,” Todoroki points out and holds up the hot sauce instead. “Did you want some?”

“Yeah, why else would I be standing here waiting for you to move over? You’re blocking the fucking view.” He glares at the scoops of rocky road that cover the back of the shorts as Todoroki turns to put the bottle back. He’d come to get some pepper extract for tomorrow’s lunch but he’s having second thoughts. Maybe something cold would go better with the heat wave of the week. He can almost taste it as his eyes close, unfathomably refreshing—

There’s a hand shaking him back awake.

“Bakugo… Which one did you want?”

One second he’s dreaming, the next his hands are buried in cotton and there’s the clink of glass as he pushes Todoroki against the shelves of hot sauce. The red of the labels blurs into Todoroki’s hair and he blinks, more disoriented than angry for the moment. Training seems to have paid off, though this wasn’t a scenario he would ever have imagined using it in. There’s a burning in his hands, the usual itch that comes when he’s on the verge of using his quirk. Everything feels hot, his fingers, his chest, his face most of all. His cheeks feel like they’re flaming and Todoroki is too close and that’s his fault. He grabbed him and pulled him close, moved close enough to…

Todoroki’s chest moves under his hands —Bakugo doesn’t pull them away— and his cold breath wafts across his face. It feels like a winter breeze; he can even see the shape of it before it dissipates into the shitty grocery store air conditioning. Another few seconds and Bakugo feels the dip before it comes again, an exhale in the sparse space between them. He’s seen it before, knows what it means and when it happens. He’s sure if he felt Todoroki’s hand it would be coated in a crackling frost. It’s different, seeing and feeling it when he’s so close and it’s not the heat of battle but just an empty store with half-price rice and his wallet digging into his thigh where it’s compressed between them.

The next breath isn’t as cold and Bakugo misses it.

“What are you doing, half ‘n half? I’m not done yet.” The itch in his fingers builds and a small spark fizzes atop his knuckles like a sparkler. Todoroki’s eyes narrow and his mouth closes into a frown. Nevertheless, the white fog billows from his nose instead. Not good enough, Bakugo wants more than just thin wisps that curl away into nothing at the edges of Torodoki’s face. It’s too warm, and not from the lazy heat outside or the laps from earlier or even his quirk. It’s too warm and Todoroki’s the only one that can do something about it.

He’s leaning in before he knows it, trying to feel the next cold breath and his eyes slip closed again so he’ll have nothing to distract him.

The breath skirts across his cheek and suddenly it’s filling his mouth. Cold lips press against his and he devours the chill that spreads over his tongue and down his throat. Bakugo curls his fists, bringing Todoroki closer and he almost jumps when he feels a cool hand on his waist. His fingers fizz as he kisses Todoroki like just once will be enough when he knows it won’t, not after he’s got a taste.

Too soon, he feels the cold fade and he opens his eyes to see the small star-shaped singemarks scattered in two handfuls over the front of Todoroki’s shirt and the patient look he’s giving him.

“Why’d you stop?” Bakugo demands, but even he knows it’s got less of his usual fire to it.

“You seemed tired before, so…” Todoroki shrugs, running a hand down the back of his neck with an oddly pleased smile. “Probably best to continue some other time.”

Continue some other time. Bakugo wants to yell, to rage that he’s not tired and could go all day but the promise hidden in those words is enough for him to take the out.

“I’ll see you tomorrow then. You better not be late, half n’ half.” He grabs a tube of karashi sauce from next to Todoroki’s ear, ignoring how close it requires him to lean in, and storms to the checkout register. It’s not until he’s collapsed onto his bed that he remembers they didn’t agree on a where or a when, but as his thoughts of plans for training and Todoroki collide it all makes for an alluring possibility.

There’s an explosiveness to when hot and cold collide after all and that’s where he exists.

If anyone’s got a prompt to suggest, let me know.

[ceallachs]

Redesigned Fantasy AU Akira 🍁👑

→ Akira 🍁 BakuTodo Love Child

He is a bit different from the usual Akira I draw in MHA timeline; you can read more about him below!

. .

Some Trivia:

The Crown Prince and son of the current rulers, Bakugou Katsuki & Todoroki Shouto.

Akira is fluent in both Northern and Southern dialects. He more commonly speaks and writes in Northern dialect (Shouto’s language) unless speaking with Katsuki, with whom he uses the latter.

He is a seasoned ice magic user but is also skilled in swords.

He can play a variety of instruments such as piano and violin, taught to him by his parents.

Kirishima Zen is his personal attendant and bodyguard.

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"Your Highness, someone here came to visit you," Zen calls out into the room before opening the door wider, whispering a small 'go on' as a girl takes a step inside.

“Y-Your Highness!" she chirps in a small voice, tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear before quickly adjusting her hold on the box in her hands. "My a-apologies for interrupting your morning tea. The King had this delivered for you, so um, ah…"

Akira turns a page from his book, eyes not leaving the text, but he makes a casual gesture to one of the seats in the room. “Thank you. You can leave it there."

Miki is a cheerful young girl, bright eyes and all smiles. Zen had the pleasure of meeting her the night before and had witnessed her excitement fitting into her new uniform. But now in front of the prince, she is quite demure. Understandable; this is her first time speaking with Akira and she is close to his age.

"O-Okay!"

Her cheeks turn pink as she scrambles into the room to deposit the box on an empty seat. She gets distracted through it, slowed in her movements to observe the prince in silent awe, and almost peers at him under his fringe once she's close.

"Is there anything else?"

"N-No! I mean – thank you, Your Highness!" Miki backs away and straightens up in a panic, pushing her palms down her skirt to mask a nervous laugh. "I’ll be going now!" She does a little curtsy then, pausing once more to get one last look at Akira before turning for the door. Zen gives her an approving grin and a thumbs up on her way out, and takes note of her own smile reaching from ear to ear.

"Who was that?" Akira asks once they're alone. He hasn't moved from his seat, seemingly still absorbed in his book, but Zen sees him visibly relax when he lifts his cup to his lips.

“The grandchild of the retired Misaki-san, she started work today. Very excitable, that one. Cute, too." Zen chuckles as he glances at the box she left behind; he guesses it's an item of clothing considering the size and the large bow tied around it. "You could have asked her yourself, you know. You didn’t even look at her. Honestly, as the heir, you should set an example to–”

Akira sets his cup back down on the saucer, the punctuated clink of it, though not harsh, interrupting Zen's words. “I won't be taking over the throne until the next few decades.”

Zen smiles inwardly and tips the teapot over Akira’s empty cup. The clink of ceramic and the wisp of book pages fill the silence between them, and after a beat, Zen says, “Your eyes really are pretty. You can’t blame anyone who wants to look.”

Akira spares him a glance, the first of the day, clearly not pleased but not quite angry either. More exasperated than anything. Specks of silver and gold glint in his gray and crimson eyes, beauty and emotion manifested in one look and proving Zen's point – not that anyone but he can see this right now.

Sighing, Akira leans back on his chair and rests the side of his jaw on his knuckles. Zen almost mourns the loss of Akira’s gaze when his eyelids flutter close, his book now left forgotten on his lap.

"Well, I'm not going to tell you her name, so you can ask her yourself once you see her again. Introduce yourself like a good prince." Zen says playfully as he takes the novel from Akira’s lap, closes it, and places it on the table instead. He sees Akira's brows furrow but doesn't make an effort to retort and it feels like a victory, somewhat. "She's not going to turn into stone if you look at her."

"You don't understand."

Akira doesn't elaborate, and it stays quiet for the rest of the morning.

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Context:

* Heterochromia is known to be an extremely rare physical feature, said to be blessed only to those of royal blood as evidenced by one of the current rulers, Todoroki Shouto, and his ancestors before him. Although such a feature is a symbol of nobility, power, and prestige, Akira considers his heterochromia as a source of insecurity. Everyone knows who he is, and those who don’t, need only to look at his eyes. He feels that his eyes hinder how people treat him and even to some extent judge him for it, so he has started avoiding making direct eye contact with anyone who is not familiar with him unless necessary. He also started growing his hair out a bit for the same reason, finding it helps to “hide” his eyes.

[dorimena]

𝕭𝖆𝖇𝖊, 𝕴'𝖒 𝖋𝖎𝖘𝖙 𝖋𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖋𝖎𝖗𝖊

𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔢𝔯; Todoroki Shoto

𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱; 1.8k

𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰; fluff, angst, media slander, body criticism, mentioned dieting, crying

𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔞𝔤𝔰; Endeavor is a slightly better dad, slight self-hate, implied BakuTodo

𝔰𝔦𝔡𝔢𝔫𝔬𝔱𝔢; this was kind of rushed, so it’s not proofread yet. I’ve taken some ideas from our conversation!

It happened all too suddenly.

It wasn’t supposed to happen all too suddenly.

It wasn’t supposed to happen at all.

If there’s a reason that justifies why you ignore the media and rightfully hate most talk shows, then what’s happening in front of you should be a good one.

Because Shoto looks like he’s about to… do nothing about it. He’s not really speaking or reacting much, simply staring at the screen with such a dull light on his face, resignation showing itself as he struggles to keep himself composed, keep himself scarce of any emotion but neutrality.

He’s failing terribly, but he wouldn’t know, and you wouldn’t tell him. It was meant to be a relaxing Thursday evening, where Fuyumi sent over some food and Natsuo ever-so-kindly sent a six-pack of beer with her to help you and Shoto unwind from such a hectic week full of arrests, busts, investigations, interrogations.

It feels like you’re somehow doing police work rather than your respectful ones, which is something you’d look into after figuring out why the media decided to suddenly talk about Shoto’s weight gain. It’s nothing new for you, for him, for your friends, for your family, for anyone who knows Shoto. Most people assume he’s picking up more mass to form bigger muscles, others simply enjoy the new Shoto, and the kids are beginning to no longer go up to him to bully him for the weird capsules around his waist, but rather to invite him to play with them.

Shoto was beginning to feel so much more comfortable in his skin, he was beginning to love his new body and the small changes that occur as he continues to slowly tone his muscles. He’s even accepted not to gain back his muscular form, simply keeping in mind the change in dynamic between him and the general public.

No one’s pointed a finger at him.

No one’s talked badly of him.

No one’s ever criticized him over his change.

Everyone was just glad prohero Shoto was fine and recovering well from his unexpected injuries.

So watching how these two talk show hosts are talking shit about his weight gain and ridiculing the way he looks in his clothes is making your blood boil.

On the screen, there are two pictures: the one on the left is a recent picture that made it on the newspaper as people thanked Shoto for saving a few kids from a terrible house fire; the one on the right is a picture from when Shoto was 16.

How could they be stupid enough to compare a teenager’s body with an adult’s?!

It’s like comparing a five year old’s drawing with a professional drawing, yet they’re ridiculing and nitpicking the professional and praising the child’s drawing.

It’s a weird analogy in your mind, but it’s the only thing that tries to help you understand why they think it’s necessary to suddenly bring up something so personal, so private, from someone?

When they switch to an improvised interview with Endeavor, Shoto shrinks a bit into the couch, leaning more into your side as you both listen to what his father had to say with such personal questions about his youngest son’s ‘recent’ weight gain.

Shoto knows his father’s opinion: Endeavour doesn’t care. But not in a ‘fuck you’ type of way, but in a ‘it’s your life, and if you’re happy, so be it.’

He’s changed quite a lot from when Shoto was younger, yet watching the way his father’s eyebrows furrowed in anger and snarl at the question had Shoto wonder if his father really isn’t bothered by his weight gain.

Slight weight gain, might you need to remind him.

But instead of listening to Endeavour criticize his son and agree with the commentaries, he yelled at the reporter for being so selfish and careless, how he’s keeping Endeavour from continuing his task of making sure recently rescued citizens are doing well or not.

And when pushed further for an answer, the older man sighs and explains how even though Shoto’s changed, he doesn’t see it in his weight, but rather his person and strength, a change in power, to which he’s proud of and only ever concerns him other than the general well-being of his son.

The talk show hosts don’t seem to be happy with the sappy response, probably waiting for the hero to maybe help feed the drama. So, they take matters into their own hands: try convincing the audience the number one prohero is probably only lying to save his image and pride.

Now that hurt a lot, seeing how they’re trying to change the context and make Endeavor into the asshole bastard of a father he stopped being time ago.

But it was enough to make Shoto stand up and walk silently to your bedroom.

You know what he’s doing, know what he’s probably thinking as he stares and scrutinizes his image in the mirror.

You mute the TV, rubbing a hand over your face as you head to the bedroom, frowning when you catch the way he subtly brushes away some tears. The more you watch, the more you feel like crying with him.

It’s so frustrating being a prohero, especially one admired by the media merely by his looks and status rather than talent and power.

He hasn’t done anything wrong to suddenly be bashed and hated on, to become such a joke and be ridiculed to the point his self-love and appreciation is thrown to burn in a trash can just so those pathetic celebrities can get a paycheck making people’s lives miserable.

Heck, there’s a prohero flaunting around about paying escorts to offer services at a party and they’re off the hook, apparently.

You can’t keep watching Shoto tear himself apart, not when it took so much patience, understanding, acceptance, appreciation, reassurance and love to build up his confidence again.

You don’t really speak, just go to the mirror and flip it over, stopping Shoto from glaring at himself, but it makes him finally let out a pained whimper, one full of dejection and hurt.

You got him quickly, wrapping your arms around him as his body shakes as held-back cries finally leave his system, doubt flooding his mind and insecurities coming back in full swing.

You manage to get you both to the bed with some awkward shuffling and lots of squirming, making sure his head is resting on your chest so that he hears your heartbeat while you brush his hair with your fingers, whispering and mumbling how he shouldn’t listen to them, that they’re lying, that their opinion doesn’t matter because they’re so unhappy and insecure about how confident he was.

How he’s a stronger person than they are for accepting and loving his body instead of succumbing to cheap plastic surgery to hide away his imperfections, which he has none.

How he’s a more beautiful person than they are for being so kind and generous to everyone that he sees, being polite and offering help where he sees they need.

How he’s a powerful person, not because he’s the son of Endeavor, but because he just carries his own influence over people, how they simply are drawn to him because of how he is and who he is personally, how naturally charming he is when he speaks and treats people.

You spill every confession, every praise, every single word you could think of to help sooth him from his hiccups, to ease him into tranquility while you both figure out how to carry on such harsh criticism about his body.

Shoto eventually starts laughing, shoulders shaking as he finishes wiping his tears. You’d be concerned, but knowing him, he must’ve associated this moment with something else.

And you are right.

“Remember when Bakugou came and bluntly told me how I’ve gained weight?”

“Yeah. You were ready to cry.”

“Yes, but I didn’t get to, because Bakugou directly told me, with no hesitation, how it makes me look healthier in an ‘odd’ way and how adorable I look. Later he threatened to feed me snacks if I ever think of strictly dieting.”

You nod, wondering where he’s getting at with this, not like it’s out of the blue.

“If a guy like Bakugou doesn’t see a problem with my weight gain, then, why did they?”

His voice went soft, quiet, as his question lingers in the air for some time before you shrug, holding him closer to your body.

“Maybe because they’ve never learned to love themselves, and you did because you’re a better person than they’ll ever be. You don’t ridicule anybody if you see a change, simply tell them about it and help them figure out how to fix it if they don’t want or like it.”

Shoto remains quiet, basking in the comforting silence as his head throbs a bit as a warning.

Pressing a palm into one of his eyes, he mumbles “do you think my father’s embarrassed of me?”

You hum, shaking your head immediately as you figure out your words.

“Your father seemed more embarrassed about how invasive these people are and how they were making him a fool rather than your newfound softness.”

You scratch Shoto’s head, playing with his hair as you try flipping the white strands to where the red strands lay.

“I think if your father were truly embarrassed, he would’ve forced you back into a diet a long time ago, or would’ve been around to monitor you. But he didn’t, because when he saw you after your accident, I heard him quietly thank the heavens that you’re safe and doing well rather than fuss about how your cheeks look fuller.”

Shoto tries to remember, but he was in the kitchen bothering his sister, but somewhat helped put the table when you guys went to visit for lunch a few months after his discharge.

But you’re right. His father would’ve done something sooner if his weight gain were an issue, but the old man didn’t. He even sent over some food and snacks from time to time, and still does, but a little less often. Whether it’d be because he caught wind of Shoto trying to slowly ease back with the sweets or because of the demand of his assistance in some missions.

You guys stay in bed, eventually falling asleep from the exhaustion of the random roller coaster the media decided to put you both in, more on Shoto than on you. But you went to sleep with a bit of ease, knowing Shoto’s at least trying to cheer himself up as well and realize the media’s opinion isn’t as valid to him as the opinion from those he loves and cares about.

But your sleep was interrupted when you heard your phone blaring in the living room. Shoto luckily is snuggling into his side of the bed, so you manage to walk quietly towards where your device sat and check the caller ID.

It’s Bakugou, and when you answer, he demands to know how Shoto is, how he took the bullshit those talk show hosts decided to spill and if he can pay a visit in the morning, wanting to check himself how the sleeping man is doing.

You’re sure Shoto will very much appreciate the hothead of his friend visiting.

[ritualslaughter]

41 + bakutodo ♥

read on ao3 | bakutodo & “comfort food”

Shouto hates hospital stays on principle; they’re too much like home, but the wrong kind of home. The one he’d rather forget; the clinical, impersonal home, steeped in a melancholy so thick he can taste it behind his teeth, like the sickly sweet scent of white lilies on a windowsill and the thump of boots on hardwood floor. Like an irrational, tinkling bell, his heart monitor still kicks up at the sound of heavy feet on linoleum just beyond the door, weakly longing for the merciful subtlety of the carpeted dorm halls.

He’s gotten too used to Sero’s snoring through the paper-thin walls, the smell of Satou’s baking in the morning; when had laughter in the kitchen turned from a strange curiosity - so out of place in what Shouto had thought normal - to something expected , so engrained he feels lost without it? 

Even the muffled pop of explosions from the room below him had become routine; waking up with the sun to the steady, earthy crackle of Bakugou teasing out the nighttime wrinkles in his quirk.

Well, at least one thing from home seems to have followed him here this time.

There’s no whip-crack of explosions to signal dawn, but Shouto assumes that’s less out of courtesy and more because Bakugou’s hands are still too blistered to burn off the nitroglycerin. Instead, it sticks to their shared room and fills up his senses; the sweet smell of burnt caramel is a different kind of saccharine - one that sits on Shouto’s tongue and lingers, but doesn’t sour.

Even with the room free of Bakugou’s incessant grumbling (something Shouto never thought he’d actually miss), he can still taste him on every inhale. 

The thought sends a curious shiver up his spine.

Not that he needs any help with that - the hypothermia frosting up half his body is doing enough, fighting off frostbite in his extremities; he’s lucky his heart’s a half inch closer to the left, so he’s only stuck with unthawing a frozen liver, kidney, and lung instead of chilling in the morgue. 

They really overdid it this time. And of course Recovery Girl is away helping with tsunami relief up in Fukushima, so Shouto’s just left with the world’s most turbulent lifeboat to stop him from drifting off to sea.

A lifeboat that seems to be rounding the corner, if the growing sound of raised voices is anything to go by.

“I got it, I got it- do I look like I need help?” 

Bakugou very much does look like he needs help, leaning heavily on a crutch with his left hand, a tray of food balanced precariously in his heavily bandaged right, dragging an iv drip behind him as he bursts into the room. A small army of nurses trail behind him, singing out a cacophony of woes.

“I made it up two flights of stairs already, what makes you think I’m gonna collapse now ?”

He took the stairs ? League of Villains be damned, Bakugou’s pride is going to finish him off before Shigaraki can get his deadly hands anywhere close .

He somehow manages to shoo away the nurses, letting out a heavy, disgruntled sigh when the door closes behind them.

“Jesus, fuckin’ leeches… If I wanted someone up my ass, I would’ve requested a single room and signed up for conjugal visits.”

Shouto feels the corner of his mouth quirk up in a half smirk. There’s that grumbling he’d missed so much.

“I don’t think that option is on the intake form,” he quips, looking up at Bakugou through his hair. “And even if it was, who would you possibly request?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” Bakugou mutters, and then does something completely incomprehensible - he sets the tray of food down on top of Shouto’s blankets, crawling to sit cross-legged on the end of the bed, facing him.

For a moment, Shouto’s stunned into silence. Then:

“What are you doing?”

Bakugou pauses, looking up from where he’s splitting his wooden chopsticks, giving Shouto a pointed look that says are you stupid?

“Are you stupid? What does it look like I’m doing?” he nods to one of the bowls on the tray. “Go on, I’m not gonna fuckin’ feed it to you, if that’s what you’re waiting for.”

Shouto’s eyes drift down to the tray, head cocking to the side when he sees the cafeteria plate of cold soba and matching bowl of sauce. He blinks, taken aback.

“That’s… Did you know this was my favourite?”

“D’you always ask so many goddamn questions?” Bakugou huffs, but Shouto can see the hint of a blush under his bruises. He shovels a spoonful of curry into his mouth, continuing ineloquently: “Are you gonna eat it or not?”

Shouto tries his best to fight back a smile, and fails, following Bakugou’s example of hiding behind a mouthful of noodles. He hums softly at the familiar, welcoming taste, chewing happily.

They eat, the silence settling around them comfortably in a way it never has for Shouto - silence has always meant the calm before a storm, the build up of tension, ready to fight or flee. But this just is .

Funny, that he’d find respite in a volcano constantly on the verge of erupting.

“Thanks,” Shouto says softly, not to break the silence, but just to pause it. Bakugou grunts.

“Whatever… they keep giving you hot soup to warm up your popsicle-looking ass, and there’s no way in hell you’re getting outta here before I do,” he doesn’t look at Shouto, but the smell of candy grows a little stronger. “I’m just tryin’ to even it out.”

Shouto lets himself smile, and grants Bakugou mercy in not questioning him further. The silence comes to rest once again, growing warm and peaceful in Bakugou's presence like the sweetest aftertaste, the gentle, ebbing memory of caramel on his tongue.

[niks-minion]

Do you have any fics where bakugo ask todoroki to marry him? I'm sucker for soft bakutodo

Hmmmm. The first thing that come to mind is my own one, lol. But it’s rather on the angsty side. Sometimes. There is a Bakugou proposal so🤷🏻‍♀️

Ok, this one is more fitting to your request but still not exactly 👀 I swear you’re gonna like it tho.

UPD. Found one more. Oh, and the absolute classic

I’ve searched only bookmarks, if I find smth in my subscription list, I’ll add it later.

Also guys, feel free to add in the comments

[devoidtee]

Bakutodo head canon: Todoroki and Bakugo became boy friends during the winter, so Todoroki got used to Bakugo being on his right side. However, during the summer Todoroki doesn’t notice that his right side is making Bakugo hotter and sweatier when they’re together. He doesn’t even notice that it’s hot because of his quirk. And Bakugo doesn’t want Todoroki to stop clinging to him so he just deals with it silently. Eventually, Todoroki’s airheaded self realizes that he should be using his left side to help during the summer.

[sourstares]

my todobaku/bakutodo fic recs list aaa!! i had to narrow it down a lot but these are most of my absolute favorites.

cruel to be kind by shaekspeares

(i literally. will cry over this fic i will never get overt his fic. this is literally what i dream of being able to create this fic is everything. if i could write like this i would just start sobbing.)

Over the course of a year, Katsuki Bakugou develops in the aftermath of the League of Villains run in. Introspection has never been his strong suit. Also, Todoroki is there- increasingly present, increasingly bothersome, and eliciting increasingly confusing feelings. Kidnapping was easier than this.

[alt: a look at todobakus evolving relationship from the perspective of one troubled lil asshole]

always gotta backtrack also by shaekspeares

(have to put this one too because it makes me sick from just. wanting to be able to do this with words. i love it so much please read everything by this author jesus god)

A kidnapping, a double dose of truth serum and a snowstorm walk into a bar- or no, wait, that’s just one day on the job for Bakugou. And then Todoroki shows up to reap the benefits.

It’s Just You by Ellessey

(just a really good confession fic to take a break from conflict. great balance of sweet and funny, bakugou pov, also the rest of the class is there which i like so much!)

"If we get it wet it'll stay in pretty waves when you take the braid out," Aoyama offers, and the mental image makes something snap inside of Katsuki.

"Ah," Shouto says with a gentle laugh. "That's alright. Maybe next time."

Next time? Next time Shouto turns up with his hair woven into this soft, intricate arrangement that is sending every bit of Katsuki's resolve up in smoke? How the fuck is he supposed to handle a next time?

--

Bakugou Katsuki has always had a lot of feelings about Shouto's hair. Seeing it in a French braid might be the thing that makes him stop keeping them to himself.

wanna put my tender heart in a blender by lelex

(makes me want to cry! tdbk as close friends and pro heroes after ua, really amazing hero work writing! very good and sweet and funny and has a really great dramatic point towards the end.)

Todoroki won’t eat anything peach flavored and likes his water exactly room temperature. He won’t let Katsuki make their tea because “he does it wrong” even though he does it absolutely right. He once made Katsuki listen to voice recordings of one of his cats meowing at different times of the day to “see if she sounded more melancholy earlier in the morning.” For being like, kind of jacked, his hips and shoulders and elbows are bony as fuck. He, as a rule, has to sleep on the right side of the bed or he can’t sleep at all. Katsuki fucking hates him.

And now previously empty corners of his brain are filled with all of this dumb shit about stupid Todoroki and he has to cart it around all the fuckin’ time.

the drawing board by strangergods

(i literally binge read this last night at 4am and it made me sick with feelings!! it’s the slow reveal darkish twist recovery/therapy heavy angst hurt/comfort fic of my dreams. i wish my angst was this painful oh my god. anyway.)

He understands, intellectually, that other people must do something with their day that doesn’t involve working out or getting beat up by super-powered mutant criminals or harassing one’s boyfriend into fucking them sideways. It’s just that he can’t quite picture doing it himself.

--

Todoroki takes up a hobby.

with you, it’s different by brioche

(conflict! it’s so good the conflict is amazing i am so excited. and an eight year slow burn jesus christ! i really like this one, especially pre/during confession.)

Four times that Bakugou goes with Shouto to visit his mother at the hospital, and the time that she leaves it to visit them.

all’s well that ends well and all’s well that ends by djbunn3

(um this is mine! i’m still working on it but i’m really excited for it, it’s the first fic i’ve been excited for in a really really long time. it’s a slow burn future/fake dating au with some currently undisclosed past conflict between tdbk, so if that sounds good to you then please check it out!)

The plan is simple: Shouto is to fake a romantic relationship with Bakugou. He is to convince everyone--friends, fans, colleagues--that they are, or very soon will be, in love. No one aside from the two of them and their agencies is allowed to know the truth--that their relationship is simply and entirely platonic. (If he can even call it that, considering the fact that they’ve barely spoken in the past three years.) Everything is riding on this lie--if Shouto’s faulty memory or Bakugou’s sudden secrecy get in the way, it could cost them their jobs, their futures, their friendship… No one is allowed to step out of line. No one is allowed to break character. No one can know the truth. Though the deeper they go and the closer they get, the less sure Shouto is that he knows it himself.

(the tdbk fake dating au that's not quite what it seems.)