#todobaku angst

[toughbunnyforever]

maybe try writing him a note next time idk

[bakugouficrecs]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku, Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku/Todoroki Shouto Characters: Todoroki Shouto, Bakugou Katsuki, Midoriya Izuku, Todoroki Enji | Endeavor, Todoroki Siblings (My Hero Academia) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Prince Todoroki Shouto, Power Dynamics, Captivity, Kidnapping, Established Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku, Tenderness, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Whump, Todoroki Enji | Endeavor Being An Asshole, Very much pre-arc Endeavor characterization here, Discord: No Writing Academia Fic Fight 2024 (My Hero Academia), Polyamory, Escape, Abuse, Violence Summary:

Two bound, wild things kneel before the king, and Shouto wonders how long it will take them to realize that it’s always all about power, with his father.

They are both beaten, injured, probably starving. Even on their knees, the blond one is listing to one side, putting weight on his companion to keep himself upright. The second, whose hair is darker, has blood dripping into his left eye and dirt matted into his curls. He braces himself ramrod straight to keep the blond one from falling over.

They are bent, but not broken. Shouto suspects that will change. 

King Todoroki Enji captures the two successors of his greatest rival.

Make no mistake: this is a story about gentleness.

[bloomboomdoompoom]

angst fics

I NEEEEEEEEDDDD angst fics of bakugou

Preferably krbk and tdbk angst fics

And I need it to be angstyyyy and between them, like make it a break-up fic but they get back together, just make it angsty between them. Neeeeed them to have a lot of words

I JUST NEED ANGSTY KRBK AND TDBK FICS RECOMMEND ME SOMEEE PLEASE 🙏🙏

[2toplibrary]

Amnesia fics - masterlist

Starting Over From Ground Zero by Nebulousvega, XenophonSpeaks

(E, 38K, 2/2)

(Or: that one where Bakugou has temporary amnesia and Todoroki is tasked with caring for him until his memory returns, but ends up falling in love with the part of Bakugou that Bakugou has always kept hidden away instead.)

💥🍰💥🍰

i'm tired, i'm tired of not loving you by yekijan

(M, 30K, 1/1)

“Why are you the person taking me home?” The car jerks forward the second the light turns green. “Why not- literally anyone else?”

“We’re fucking friends, aren’t we?”

“No,” Shouto says shortly. “You’ve made that very clear.”

“Well, you’re missing three years of memories, dickhead. Shit changes.”

💥🍰💥🍰

still, this body of mine by pyrrhicwildfire

(G, 5k, 3/3)

Shouto is hit with a quirk that erases some of his memories, included in which is his memory of having a husband.

What could Katsuki even do to fix that?

💥🍰💥🍰

Closer by Lillabelle

(T, 5K, 1/1)

As he approached, Todoroki’s eyes met his and Bakugou froze. He wanted to do so many things. He wanted to yell at Todoroki for not being more careful and getting injured, but there would be no point in that if he didn’t remember the incident. Bakugou wanted to wrap his arms around Todoroki and never let the idiot out of his sight again. Being hugged by a stranger would be weird, though, so Bakugou refrained.

They stared at each other.

“So, do you remember me or not?” Bakugou asked, more gruffly than intended, but his nerves were eating at him. He wanted to be an exception, for Todoroki to look at him and remember that he loved him, even if his memories weren’t intact. That was beyond wishful thinking, so the thought was discarded as quickly as it had popped up.

💥🍰💥🍰

forget-me-not by pyrrhicwildfire

(M, 3K, 1/1)

“Kacchan has amnesia,” Midoriya blurts out. No hesitation, no warning whatsoever; only those words greeting Shouto the moment he meets Midoriya in the hospital.

💥🍰💥🍰

our second first meeting by czqy

(T, 2K, 1/1)

“Do you remember when we first met?”

🍰💥🥦🍰💥🥦

the distance of the differences by starburstsunshine

(T, 86K, 4/4) - OT3 tdbkdk

The last thing Izuku remembers is that he had been on the run from Shigaraki and All for One, and had only just come back to U.A.

Turns out, that was six years ago.

Suffering from amnesia that he hopes is only temporary, Izuku has to try and figure out how to fit in the life that he does not remember, while also dealing with the fact he's apparently in a relationship with Kacchan and Shouto.

(a shout-out to maya on Twitter whose thread on amnesia fics inspired this masterlist)

[escapefatex]

Like 2 people ate up what I was putting down last post so bet. I wrote the first chapter of my vigilante bakugou au and it will be posted on ao3 by the end of the day!! The first 3-4 chapters I'm thinking is gonna be a lot of set up to him becoming a vigilante btw! User is escapefatex and I hope you enjoy!

[theangelsheardyou]

| It Hurts | TodoBaku /DekuBaku |

TW: Self harm

Katsuki's bad habits start creeping back up again after Izuku leaves UA. Luckily, Shoto is here to lend a hand.

9:28pm, Thursday

Recovery Girl had an expected, yet, unwanted visitor.

Weakly stepping into her clinic was Class 1-A's homeroom teacher Shota Aizawa with a young boy named Katsuki by his side.

To say the boy was disheveled would be an understatement. Almost every inch of his skin was littered with cuts and scars, even some had burns of them from what looked like small, concentrated explosions. He looked like a child had covered him in deep red stickers.

The nurse let out a sigh of worry. She didn't need to say anything as a simple exchange of knowing nods from the teacher to her accomplished more than necessary. Mr. Aizawa carefully led his student to an all-so-familiar bed and sat on the chair next to him. They had been in here so many times the chair was already sitting there, morbidly waiting for their return.

Recovery Girl took Katsuki's hands and examined his wrists. The cuts were not as deep as before, but there were far more of them, implying a rapid, repetitive motion instead of deep, long, slow ones. She rolled up his pant leg which revealed a set of bruises littered all over each of them, no visible pattern, though it seemed similar to the ones he had when he "fell" down the stairs a couple times that one day.

Now for the part she was looking forward to the least. She couldn't bare it, the way her heart broke each time she did it. Slowly raising her head, the nurse met the boy eye-to-eye. Yet, his pupils weren't facing her. They were facing forward, but they weren't particularly looking at anything. Its like a vast hole had opened up and sucked out all the life from his eyes. Aside from that, there were cuts on his lips, bruises on his cheek, his nose was bleeding, and a deep gash had appeared under his eye. Yet his expression remained the same, empty, lifeless, stoic, despite the deep physical pain.

"As usual," the old woman started, trying her best to break the silence and replace it with something more...wholesome. Yet the news was going to be rather far from it. "The sheer amount of injuries will take a while to heal completely, which I'm guessing is what you want," she tried to meet the boy's gaze again, but he still stared into nothing. "Even with my Quirk I can only do so much. Anyway, I suggest you stay the night. There's nothing much I can do, but at least I can ensure you won't be alone, if that's okay with you." She turned to face Aizawa, whose head was in his hand as he slouched forwards in his chair. His long black hair was tied into a messy ponytail with a couple strands in the way of his face. He looked up from where he had leaned his weight on his hand to reply to her, letting her know he'd be okay with staying to watch over his student. With that she went to gather some tools she would need for the procedure. With her gone, Aizawa took the chance to speak.

"You said you weren't gonna do this anymore." He said.

"I know. Sorry." Came Katsuki's rarely monotone voice. He didn't even bother to look his teacher in the eye, not that he could anyway.

"You're worrying me, you know that? And if your friends and family knew they'd be worried sick as well, you do know that, right?"

"I know. Sorry." Katsuki repeated.

"You could've gotten seriously hurt."

"I know. Sorry."

"Hurting yourself won't bring him back."

"....".

Katsuki's lips moved as if he was about to say something, but after a second of thought he shut it again. He didn't answer him after that.

Recovery Girl activated her Quirk but as it could take a couple hours, she needed to cover the wounds to ensure that they wouldn't get infected during the wait. After that she left the clinic and went home, leaving a sleeping Aizawa next to a, to use a more accurate term, passed out Katsuki.

12:17am, Friday

Katsuki's eyes opened. The whole room was dark as the lights were off but he could still make out what it looked like. To his right was a curtain hiding away another bed. To his left, a bedside table, on it a phone, wallet, and set of keys, as well as a sleeping Aizawa sitting next to it. Seated upright, he took a look at his arm. The cuts that had just been made hours before were almost entirely healed. All that remained were thin red lines that stretched across his wrist. With his other hand he traced a finger on them in a perpendicular motion, feeling the ridges of the scars paint patterns on his sense of touch. Looking around he realized no one else was there, and that it was already past 12. With nothing better to do, but not without a rather unstable mental condition, he quietly got off the bed and snuck out of the room.

The halls of UA were darker than he expected. He reached out a hand and felt around the walls to know where he was going. Once he got to the stairs he heard a set of footsteps coming closer, forcing him to race up the steps in case it was Aizawa ready to give him another lecture. He didn't count how many steps or staircases he went up until he was face-to-face with a door. It was the only thing on that floor which proved he was on the school rooftop. He was about to climb back down when he noticed the door was slightly ajar, not locked like he had thought it was. Hesitantly he walked out and was met with the cool breeze of the early morning city. The cement was cold under his feet and the wind hit his skin like it knew something. He hadn't felt so tranquil in such a long time.

The breeze swept his messy, spiky hair out of the way, enabling him to get a clear view of the sky above him. He finally understood why the sky was always associated with heaven or with gods. What he saw was ethereal. The clouds were of a light blue and swayed across the canvas as little bright stars littered the deep blue ocean. The moon was nonexistant that night.

"Bakugou," came a voice.

Katsuki turned his head to meet his eyes with his classmate. Red and white strands of messy bedhead swayed around his face, grounded by his scalp. Shoto's eyes were wide in what wasn't exactly shock, but of something more tranquil. He had seen something far more beautiful than the ethereal night sky right then and there.

The boys were silent for a second.

"Hey." Katsuki greeted. He didn't know exactly what to say.

"I, uh..." Shoto started. "I heard that something happened to you, so I went to the clinic to check and, uh, you weren't there, so...." the awkwardness in his voice interrupted his speech.

They were quiet again. It was like the only sound in the world was of the wind howling in the distance.

Suddenly, a soft burst of laughter erupted from their mouths.

"What was that?" Katsuki asked, a hand loosely covering his awkward smile. "You sounded so nervous!"

"I dunno! It just happened!" Shoto laughed so hard he snorted, causing Katsuki to pause yet laugh some more. As soon as they quieted down, the two boys sat side by side on the floor with their eyes gazing up at the stars.

"I heard what happened." Shoto started. "What's been happening...Bakugou, I'm so-"

"Save it." Katsuki cut him off. Yet there was a slight lack of venom in his voice, as if he was genuinely upset but...not angry.

"I'm not here to hear some bullshit about how you care about me, and how you love me, and how you're there for me, I just..." He looked down in what seemed like...shame? Grief? Disappointment? "I just want you to stay. That's it. No talking necessary."

Silence. Then,

"We don't have to talk." Shoto spoke up.

"But to be fair, I don't like what he did either." Katsuki's eyes widened as he swiftly turned to look at Shoto.

"What?"

"He left. Instead of trusting in us that we would help him, he went off to deal with it on his own. He didn't think about or care what it would do to us, he was only thinking about himself." He said.

"It was stupid."

"Yeah, it was really stupid." Katsuki smirked and looked away.

"He shouldn't have done that."

"Yeah."

"I honestly don't know who's hurting from that decision more, him or you."

There was silence again.

"He doesn't deserve you, Bakugou." Shoto said, yet his eyes were focused on a cricket that had made its way to the rooftop in front of them.

"After everything you've been through together, he doesn't get to just leave. He doesn't get to do that to you."

Katsuki's eyes softened, and he looked away again, focusing instead on his criss-crossed legs.

"You don't have to say that."

"I want to."

"Okay."

"I think it's true."

"Yeah."

Katsuki looked up at the sky again. There they were, the light blue clouds, the shining distant stars, the deep blue ocean above and yet, this time, the moon was present. Rising and shining like it had been there all along. But for some reason, Katsuki only noticed it was there now.

Maybe it was there the whole time, and he didn't even realize it.

He leaned his head onto his friend's shoulder.

"I think it is, too."

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WOOO BEEN A WHILE SINCE IVE FED YALL HUH

sorry if it isn't that good I'm tired and just wanted to get this idea out of my head

BKG BBY HE DOESNT DESERVE YOUUUUU

[ravenwingdark]

Pyrrhic Victory Ch 13 Sneak Peek ✨

Bakugo hardly remembered trying to round up the straggling villains. In some ways, the operation was a monumental failure. They’d saved their target, but in the process, and some bad intel, nine members of the criminal organization escaped; among them, Anamnesis.

But Bakugo couldn’t bring himself to give a fuck and honestly he didn’t feel guilty about it. He was sent to the hospital shortly after the heroes had gathered themselves back together and rounded up thirty-six members of the organization.

A lot of it, Bakugo didn’t remember.

Mostly, he didn’t care.

Bakugo hadn’t bothered with a ride to the hospital. Once they’d finished loading the villains up, he set off for it flying, ignoring the protest Shinso gave him. He could meet him there.

He located Midoriya pacing the waiting room in the hero wing, his mop of green hair tacky from sweat, either from stress or from the exertion of his sub-sonic race to the hospital. “Where is he?” He grunted, because they didn’t need pleasantries between them. They didn’t even need words, but the empty waiting room felt too stagnant without them.

“Emergency room still,” Midoriya said. And what else would Bakugo expect? It had only been thirty minutes since he’d been taken. “Or…they said he’d have to go into the operating room.”

“Why?” Bakugo hadn’t meant his voice to sound so emotionless, hollow.

“Uhm…it was something about his heart. It–they said it was beating, it just wasn’t beating well enough, so–I–” Midoriya’s voice choked and Bakugo felt a strong hand wrap around his wrist, and squeeze.

He stared at it, disimpassioned, remembering a much younger, weaker boy, who would reach out for comfort in the exact same way, and wipe fat tears from his eyes, mumbling ‘K-Kacchan.’

The man in front of him wasn’t shedding his tears, wasn’t begging him to make it better, but still, it was who he saw in that look. Someone strong, and clinging for strength. The pressure of Midoriya’s glove around his wrist was almost comforting. Grounding–and he only realized he was really here when he felt the warmth there.

Bakugo had the strange urge to drop his forehead on Midoriya's shoulder, so he did. It wasn’t soft, or weak. He just wanted to use his shoulder to block out some of those headache-inducing fluorescents. Fuck it. “It’ll be fine, Deku.”

He didn’t say it with confidence. He couldn’t believe anything, as exhausted as he is.

They’d gotten Shoto out, but at what fucking cost. This wasn’t a fucking win.

[raverin-2]

Online Heartaches | IzuToshi | SocMed Au

Summary: Toshi is feeling used and hurt while patrolling one night so he decides to air his complaints on his private Twitter account.

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I. Part One - Part Five

II. Part Six - Part Ten

III. Part Eleven - Part Thirteen

[bakugouficrecs]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Midoriya Izuku/Todoroki Shouto, Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku/Todoroki Shouto, Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Todoroki Shouto, Bakugou Katsuki Additional Tags: Characters Are Pro Heroes (My Hero Academia), Aged-Up Character(s), Hanahaki Disease, Bakugou Katsuki Has Hanahaki Disease, Established Midoriya Izuku/Todoroki Shouto, Polyamory Negotiations, Pining Bakugou Katsuki, Bakugou Katsuki Needs a Hug, Not Actually Unrequited Love, Vomiting, Emotional Hurt/Comfort Summary:

This entire situation was absurd.

Abso-fucking-lutely absurd.

He was in love with Izuku—who was in love with Shouto—who was also in love with Izuku, and yet knew how Katsuki felt and seemed… fine with it? Not just fine. He was actively keeping Katsuki’s secret. Helping in his own weird, endearing way. Add to that his growing crush on Shouto and, well—it was a clusterfuck, honestly, and sometimes Katsuki felt like he was breaking under the insanity of it all.

But he couldn’t break, not then, not when the two assholes were sitting in his living room.

[mayumiknight]

"Friends" - BNHA

🖤 Capa para DudaMidoriya_02

🖤 Projeto Aniverse

🖤 Em caso de inspiração, dê os créditos

[2toplibrary]

bodyache. by cunttwatula

(E, 150K, 16/16)

A story of addiction and acceptance told in three parts: heal the body, heal the mind, heal the heart.

[escapefatex]

Here me out

Writing a fic where izuku dies and bakugou becomes a vigilante.

Bakugou and shinsou friendship

Bakugou and Miruko mentor mentee!

Maybe todobaku

Down with hero society and all that