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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 !!!)
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
Ok whew back up to date! Enjoy some mini bkdk 🧡💚
Day 3: Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku
“Oh my god, fucking KILL YOURSELF!” Katsuki shouts, as bits of rubble rain down, forcing him to flit around, pulling civilians to safety instead of chasing the villain.
His earpiece buzzes.
“Kacchan, you can’t say that.” Izuku sighs. Katsuki can see his lightning dancing through the rubble a few feet away.
Katsuki snarls, bringing a wide-eyed girl with fins to her mother.
“Why not?”
“It’s a liability. We literally can’t afford to get sued.”
Once they corral the crowd out of danger, Izuku appears in front of him, brow raised.
“Come on, like we practiced.”
Katsuki groans, but rubs his hands together in preparation of a burst. Izuku bobs up and down beside him, charging Fa Jin.
Then, together, they tear off towards the villain.
“Stop, in the name of the law!”
Katsuki kind of wants to barf.
Words: 138
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
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."
Words: 113
Another day another blurb, this time, hanklogan !! I saw a fanart on twitter and have become obsessed 💛 💙
Day 6: Hank McCoy/Logan Howlett
"How much longer?"
Logan blinks in the doorway, leaning in a loose-collared sweatshirt against the jamb as a yawn shakes through him. Hank looks up from his laptop, humming.
"I'm not sure." His expression softens as he takes in Logan's slumped form. "I'll try to be quick."
With a low growl, Logan stalks into the room, slipping between Hank's arms and budging up against his chest. "Too long." He mumbles, nosing into the side of Hank's neck.
Hank chuckles, taking the aggressive affection with good humor and shifting around until the two of them are laid on the couch, his laptop rested against the gentle curve of Logan's back.
"Good?" Hank asks, adjusting his glasses to look down at Logan, who rumbles contentedly.
"Good."
Words: 124
I keep doing these so late, but still on the day so ha ! This ones not romantic just a bit of riz feels 💚
Day 7: Riz Gukgak
“You’re not as smart as you think you are.”
It’s something Riz has started telling himself, when he feels like he’s getting too cocky. Too comfortable.
Overconfidence gets people hurt. People he cares about. No matter how many cases he solves, how many pieces he puts together, it’s never a sure thing. Nothing is ever true until he proves it. And he needs to remember that.
It’s not exactly a kind thing to be thinking about himself, but it’s pretty tame compared to some of the other thoughts he could choose to vocalize. And it helps. Or it will. In the long run.
Words: 103
Classes started so I'm more productive, have another character study, this time, matt!! 💼
Day 8: Matt Murdock
The pain is depurative. More than any number of 'hail mary's could be. This is a true penance, action without the self-pity of words. Without the excuses.
Matt takes his punishment as he has earned it, with a bloody smile.
It hurts, of course it hurts. It's supposed to hurt. Each blow tastes sweet, like pennies on a rainy day. Feels jagged and jittery like something close to love. The caress of something bigger than him.
This fight only ends one way—Matt, standing, bloodied over a pile of unconscious thugs—but first, he has to earn it. Spit enough blood on the concrete to pay for what drips down his knuckles.
Words: 110
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
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.”
Words: 146
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
Makeup post #2, have some scogan with feral logan :)
Day 13: Scott Summers/Logan Howlett
"Settle." Scott's voice is low, but powerful as he approaches a twitchy Logan.
No one is sure what happened, just that one minute he had been rolling his eyes at Scott's lecture about going off on his own, and the next, he was bristling, baring his fangs and pulling back to hide in the ruins of the building they'd just evacuated.
Logan growls at him and snaps his teeth, twice. Scott ignores the threat and shoots a hand out to grasp at the back of his neck, like scruffing a kitten. This doesn't happen often, not nearly so much recently, but over time Scott's learned it's best to swiftly assert dominance when Logan's like this. Otherwise he doesn't know what to do with himself, and that can be dangerous.
As expected, Logan's shoulders slump immediately, a low baying whine escapes from his clenched teeth.
Scott presses his thumb further into the base of his neck. Finally, Logan quiets.
"Good. Let's go."
It's pretty easy once you get the hang of it.
Words: 171
Aaaand we're all caught up, have some clint and matt (clatt? mint?? idk)
Day 14: Clint Barton/Matt Murdock
"Good morning."
Clint's footsteps are light, but not inaudible as he pads into the kitchen, where Matt's going over a deposition. He doesn't respond; long enough for Matt to suspect he'd forgotten to put his ears on again.
The next time he sidles past--the soft shuffling of powder into paper implies that he's going about his morning cuppa--Matt lets one of his hands reach out and settle against his side. Clint stops, then shuffles a bit to face him.
Matt slides the hand up until it rests at the side of his neck, just under his ear. He tilts his head.
It takes a moment for Clint to understand, still groggy with sleep, but after a few seconds, he curses.
"Fuck! Sorry babe," There's a click, then the low hum of machinery, "did you say something?"
Matt laughs, pulling him down for a kiss.
"Good morning, Clint."
Words: 147
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
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
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