Little Late, But I Got It Done!! Have Some Dincobb (coming Up With Pairings Is More Difficult Than I

Little late, but I got it done!! Have some dincobb 🤠 (coming up with pairings is more difficult than I thought LMAO)

Day 5: Din Djarin/Cobb Vanth

Din's shoulder aches. He'd applied some emergency bacta once the vertigo had faded, but the pain persists. He stumbles from his speeder and drags his feet as he lurches into town, trying to ignore the searing in his shoulder.

It's late, the roads are empty, but he knows where he's going.

"Hmm. Mando?" Cobb Vanth is radiant in the moonlight, yawning and rumpled in a loose nightshirt. Din nods.

"Can I come in?" His voice is strained, even with the vocoder.

Cobb blinks, pauses, then roves his eyes over Din's armor.

"Course. Need anything?" He asks, eyeing the way Din favors his shoulder as he sidles through the doorway.

"No. Just- just you."

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That’s right babey Im back in the groove, have some mattfoggy!! 💼♥️

Day 4: Matt Murdock/Franklin “Foggy” Nelson

“Put those away, you slut.”

Matt grins and cocks his head. “What do you mean?”

His voice is light, teasing and entirely too sensual for the middle of a pool game. Foggy squints at him, forcing his eyes to stay up.

“You know what I mean!”

The front of his shirt is unbuttoned, enough that smooth, toned skin peeks out.

Matt hums and stretches, cat-like, onto the table to set up his shot. His shirt hangs low, barely more than a scrap of fabric.

“But I’ve got to take my shot.”

Foggy gives up. A man can only be so strong. He throws his hands up.

“Do it! Do it, then, you absolute whore.”

Matt smiles and jabs his cue.

The ball sinks in, just as he intended.

Words: 128

I am a liar and a fraud SO SRY FOR MISSING YESTERDAY but i’ll make it up today, have some deadclaws from my post canon series 💛♥️

Day 2: Wade Wilson/ Logan | Worst Wolverine

“Sweetie-pie. Honeybadger.” Wade says, loudly, next to Logan’s ear.

He’s draped himself across his back, pushing his glasses askew as Logan clicks around on his laptop, nonplussed. Wade means to pluss him.

“It’s late.” Wade pouts. “And the bed is so cold without your hot, hot bod.”

It’s true, both physically and metaphorically. One of Wade’s hands snakes up Logan’s shirt to grab at his chest.

Logan grunts, slapping him away.

“Give me a minute, Wade. Gotta close out this filing.”

Nerd alert. Wade sighs, slumping.

“You’re such a square.”

Logan grins at the spreadsheet in front of him.

“You love it.” He reaches up to rest a warm hand against Wade’s cheek. Wade sighs, dreamy.

“Goddamn it, you got me.”

Word Count: 121

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

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

I'm back on it, decided to do smth diff, have some murderbot!!

Day 15: SecUnit | Murderbot & Asshole Research Transport | ART

It happens sometimes. Things get loud. Too loud. I can't think or focus or do any-fucking-thing but watch as my performance reliability drops. Fast.

Usually, I'm able to slip away and Deal With It. This time is no different. Ratti gives me an odd look, but doesn't push. He's considerate like that.

I'm able to get back to my room, slide to the floor and push my head between my legs before ART says anything. I'd forgotten it was watching, which is absolutely idiotic because it's always watching.

There's a light pressure against my feed. When I don't immediately buck against it, it grows. Spreads and presses down like a weighted blanket. Some complicated twist of emotions shudders through me, though I don't have the want or bandwidth to parse it.

Thanks. I send out.

Art pings me back. Stupid.

Then, after a second,

Always.

Words: 145