IM SORRY FOR MISSING SEVERAL DAYS AGAIN I Have So Much More Going On Than I Thot... Have Some Bakuiida

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."

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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?

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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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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

Surprise surprise its another deadclaw day,,,, i cant escape the brainrot,, enjoy!! ❤️💛

Day 11: Wade Wilson/ Logan | Worst Wolverine

“You done with that?” Logan asks, eyeing the cigarette dangling from Wade’s lips. There’s something in his eyes, like a cougar at a frat party. Wade raises an eyebrow.

“Why? You want some?” He teases, leaning close to blow smoke in Logan’s face. Logan’s eyes flutter for a second before he gets a handle on himself.

He turns, grunting. “Nah.” Tsundere.

“Okay… Guess I’ll just throw this butt on the ground then. All alone.”

He looks directly at Logan as he speaks, voice lilting in faux despair. He dangles the cigarette over the ground, lets it swing once, twice.

“Fuck. Put it out on me.”

Logan blurts, eyes tracking it like a cat with string. Now isn’t that interesting. But Wade doesn’t ask, just smiles, steps forward, and presses the burning embers against Logan’s neck. Logan shudders.

“See, peanut? All you have to do is ask.”

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And today I’ve decided to write something incredibly obscure that i dont think anyone cares abt but me 😭 typical

Day 17: Officer Patrick Dooley & Detective Francis McQueen

“Officer Dooley, if you could get your feet off my desk…?”

Dooley rolls his eyes. Ever since the promotion McQueen’s been all sorts of stuck up, about everything.

“No can do, my friend. I’m here on official business.”

McQueen raises an eyebrow. “Official precinct business?”

Dooley shakes his head, grinning.

“Official Dooley business. You’ve been cooped up in here for DAYS. Buzz gave me the sniffs so I can’t know for sure, but I’d bet real money that you smell.”

“I don’t smell!” McQueen splutters.

Dooley shrugs. “Can’t prove it. C’mon, it’s family dinner and Patricia’s making mac n’ cheese.”

“Didn’t you just say Buzz gave you the sniffles?” McQueen asks, incredulously.

“Yeah but you’ll be fine. It’s a strain that only affects Dooleys.”

“That’s not how that works.”

Dooley stares him down, switching tactics, until McQueen sighs and powers down his computer.

“Fine.”

Words: 146