Life Is So BUSY Rn Im Losing It; Anyway Have Some Domestic Todoiida

Life is so BUSY rn im losing it; anyway have some domestic todoiida

Day 9: Tenya Iida/Shoto Todoroki

"Tenya, have you seen my address book? I can't remember Mrs. Midoriya's street number."

Shoto is hunched over a stack of freshly handwritten wedding invitations, hands shaking a little. At first, Tenya was going to have them printed, but Shoto insisted. He wanted them to feel more personal. Now he just had to put them in envelopes.

Tenya hums from where he's chopping vegetables with calm efficiency. He wipes his hands and walks over, covering the pot on the stove.

"Your address book?" He asks, rounding the table, absentmindedly taking one of Shoto's hands and beginning to knead his aching palm.

"Oh, for the envelopes? I've already done them, here." He reaches into a drawer and pulls out a stack of neatly addressed envelopes. Shoto pulls his hands to his lips and presses a lingering kiss there.

"You didn't have to."

Tenya leans down to kiss his head, smiling.

"I know."

Words: 151

Another day another 100ish words: this time first gen microfic, platonic baku&shin !! 🧡💜

Day 10: Bakugou Katsuki & Shinsou Hitoshi

Shinsou is falling asleep. In class.

It’s distracting as hell, not to mention entirely disrespectful to the lecture Aizawa prepared for today. Given, it is a lecture about lesser-known loopholes in law that hardly ever come up, but still.

He worked his ass off to be here. He should be paying attention.

Katsuki tears off the corner of a page in his notebook, balls it up, and throws it at him. Nailing it right on his big fat forehead.

Stifling a smile, he turns back to the front just as the other boy stirs, straightening languidly.

Katsuki can feel his glare, and when he turns enough to see his face he mouths.

“You’re an asshole.”

Katsuki shrugs and simply points to the board.

Not like he’s wrong.

Words: 127

Getting a jump on today cuz i have work- decided to do another character study! Link this time :)

Day 16: Link (Legend of Zelda)

There is a toll that heroism takes. No good act stays unpunished. Every life Link takes, no matter how evil, is a strike, and the tallies build.

He can't not do as he is destined, but sometimes, when he's alone, mopping his own blood from his skin, he wishes he didn't have to. Surely, this cannot be all there is.

Is it so wrong to want peace? To hope, each time a blade makes it past his armor, that it will be the last? He has done nothing but fight and bleed and kill for his people. For Zelda.

When is it enough?

Words: 103

Guys…. Bad news…. School has started and I am veritably DROWNING in work bc as always I have bitten off more than I can chew. SO I’m going to put the 100 days on pause for now and update when/if I can from now to January (when grad school apps are due) and THEN when I hopefully have more time I’ll be able to start again. IM SO SORRY FOR EVERYONE WHO WAS ENJOYING I WAS HAVING SO MUCH FUN,,,, in the meantime if there’s anything you wanna see feel free to use my askbox :)

IM SORRY FOR MISSING SEVERAL DAYS AGAIN i have so much more going on than i thot... have some bakuiida (platonic or romantic u choose) and be on the lookout for catch-up posts

Day 12: Bakugo Katsuki &/ Iida Tenya

There is a stabbing pain radiating from Katsuki's chest. He hunches over himself and breathes deep, trying to push it down. Trying to wait it out.

Thank God it hadn't happened during training, but the locker room isn't much better. The rest of the boys bustle around him, allowing him his space as he fights to get ahold of himself.

He holds his body very, very still.

"Bakugo, are you alright?" It's a long time before Iida's voice cuts through the pain. Katsuki nods jerkily. Talking would only make it worse. Iida hums.

"It's your heart again, isn't it? Here, let's sit down."

Gentle hands steer Katsuki to one of the benches, then rest, warm, against the mess of scar tissue that is his sternum.

"Deep breaths, in, out. That's good. Keep going."

After a few minutes, Katsuki is able to speak again.

"Thanks."

Words: 144

A little late in the day but i made it!! (If ur in EST) enjoy some jank!! (Happy late bday jason!!)

Day 1: Jason Todd/Frank Castle (i.e. ‘jank’)

Jason frowns at the mirror in front of him. He stands, shirtless, tracing the myriad of scars littering his body, the largest of which is the neat ‘Y’ denoting exactly where the autopsy was performed when he died.

His face is generally unmarred, with a shirt on he almost looks his age. But the rest of it? Mottled, gnarled lumps of flesh that, on their own, barely even seem human. Shaking his head, he goes to reach for his shirt.

“Mornin’ gorgeous.”

A hand grasps his, and a warm body pushes up against his back. Frank grins at the two of them in the mirror.

“Some pretty badass marks.” He traces the ‘Y’ with slow fingers, winking. “F’r my pretty badass.”

Jason smiles and rolls his eyes.

“Sap.”

Word count: 128 (a little over but any less and id go insane !!!)