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It was a long ass road and I didn't know if I'd finish- but I'm proud to say I've completed my 3rd consecutive Febuwhump all the way!
You can find my fics on Ao3 here
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18 year old aizawa shouta was hot. Class 3-A finds out.
#aizawa shouta#bakugo katsuki#midoriya izuku#yamada hizashi#shouto todoroki#kaminari denki#shinsou hitoshi#quirk accident#bnha#mha#bnha fic#mha fic#llyn writes shit#my fic#ao3#bnha fanfic
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1 - already posted hA
2 - soz I’m efficient I close all my tabs after I use them
3 - “didn’t think so” oof
4 - I do not, and I am a child of Jesus how dare you
5 - (this is the dare one) here we go:
dear henry,
just take me to bed,
please do not behead,
i would not like to be dead.
yikes.
6 - already done this but still don’t know if I’ve done it right
7 - ok so embarrassing story time
there was this holiday camp thingy called glan llyn that I went to in primary school, and they had a myth that there was a woman called the black nun that came a stole kids, and my 9 year old self obviously believed that. so one night it was pitch black, raining, and I was wearing jelly shoes, n one of the boys shouted that the black nun was coming so long story short, I ran, I slipped, I fell and I split my knee open.
8 - once ever two days I used to do once a day but that ruins your hair kids
9 - shit I can’t actually remember but it was something falsettos related
10 - ok this was some really old creative writing shit and yes it was loosely based on characters from greys anatomy fight me
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All the I love you’s in the world
I wasn’t actually planning on doing one of these posts but so many people have taken my by surprise and tagged me and it’s kinda got the emotions flowing. So firstly, thanks to any of y’all who’ve included me on their list! Y’all make me so happy and I love the interactions we have ^.^
*clears throat* let me begin
First, always, is @neveraines . I’ve told you how much you mean to me all the time but I’m still gonna say it here too!
@kiazareni , my writing bae, ily and your patience astounds me
@angstgods my go to vent when i need to get shit off my chest
@francowitch for always being so helpful and supportive!
@phaytesworld the fandom mom who’s taken so many of us under her wing
@theinsanefox and @yours-julie , the most gorgeous girlies in the world, inside and out. ily and you mean the world.
everyone in owc (if i miss people out i’m sorry just know ily all) @otayuriistheliteralbest @rodiniaorzetalthepenquin @the-stoned-ranger @blownwish-blog @eclair @penciltrash @ghostmoonchild @pllsetskyonice , @rubyjooce , @ashiiblack , @softieghost @accidental-mormon
Anyone I’ve ever sprinted with, including @aftgonice and some others already mentioned!
Tumblr mutuals! @severeminx , @victuri-oh-nice , @boxwineconfession , @onotherflights , @palomayrosas, @crescendotayuri, @ellipsesarefun, @livelaughsleepeat, @donttouchmypeanutbutterplease, @paxohana, @seekingsquake @babypeche, @tootsonnewts @tehyukerpageorandom, @kymbawee
People I admire from afar! @kawaiilo-ren , @daddybek , @kanekkis, @dizzytea,@meimagino, @otasucc, @otapecs, @altisetsky, @seeyounextlevel, @nikkiyan, @creemsicaal, @iamatrashfan, @russianfeya, @novocaine-sea, @lavenderprose, @hawberries @d2diamond, @madamredwrites, @superspicy, @ulablah, @worldofcopperwings, @howlingmoonrise, @draco-rys, @llyn-on-ice
Those of you who fill me notifs! Thank you!
and last but not least, my soul mate, the beka to my yuri, @ded-i-am-just-ded
If I’ve forgotten someone, I’m so sorry. It’s so late here and my brain is fuzzy from writing all day. Ily <3
As a little token of my affection, I’m proud to finally announce that Chapter 11 of It’s Just a Spark, But It’s Enough is here! 18.8k of pure fluff! One chapter that’s a fifth of the size of the fic itself, as an apology for taking so fucking long to update.
http://archiveofourown.org/works/10057580/chapters/26382447
Now if y’all excuse me, it’s nearly 5 am and I have to be up for work in 4 hours. I’m officially dead.
Love you all!
xoxo Cat
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Febuwhump Day 14 - Blood-stained Tiles
TWs in tags || read on Ao3 || wc: 363
short one because I need to catch up on stuff hehe. can u figure out which horror movie I borrowed this from teehee
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Uraraka’s screams echo off the walls as blood splatters on the tile
“Please- please PLEASE SHINSOU!! STOP IT!” She begs, hands pulled to her side as she tries desperately to pull herself free with her upper body. Her wrists are bleeding with the effort, and her socked feet are slipping uselessly on the floor, unable to gain traction.
It’s too late to stop and they both know it.
Hitoshi grunts, snapping the last of his wrist bone to finish off his hand—the knife clatters to the ground, covered in blood.
His cuff acts as a good tourniquet, the puffy, irritated skin pushing up against the metal, making his wrist look almost comically prop-like.
Pushing his foot out from beneath him, he leans back and thumps his head on the wall.
Fuck.
The disembodied voice of their captor echoes through the shitty bathroom, praising him for his effort, and going on some rant about true heroes and sacrifice.
One of Uraraka’s hands for one of his? Like it had ever been a question. His quirk hardly relies on his arms to activate. She would have been forced to quit the hero course.
“Hitoshi, I can’t believe-”
“Shut up, Uraraka. It’s fine.” He huffs, pinching his elbow to try and divert some of his body’s attention.
He feels a small crunch and sticky, hot blood attaches to his fingers.
Looking over to his discarded hand, he watches it turn pale purple. A wave of nausea surges in his stomach.
It’s just like that movie with the guy in the rocks, you did what you had to do. Don’t be a wimp about it.
His eyes sting and he tucks his head to his chest.
“I- I’m so sorry.” Uraraka whimpers, still trying to reach him.
He knows he probably fucked her up. After their captor gave him the ultimatum, he barely gave her time to breathe before he sprung into action.
“Don’t apologize to me. Just kick that guy’s ass when we get out of here for me, ‘kay?” He smiles weakly.
She nods, full of resolve.
The lights in the bathroom flicker, and the locked door creaks open.
Don’t let me down, Uraraka.
#oopsies i did not mean to schedule it for NOW but uhh. here's this a bit early i guess idk#tw blood#broken bones#amputation#body horror#kidnapping#bnha#mha#bnha fic#mha fic#llyn writes shit#morgue’s febuwhump 2024#febuwhump#febuwhump2024#febuwhumpday14#blood stained tiles#shinsou hitoshi#ochako uraraka
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Febuwhump Day 25 - Waterboarding
TWs in tags || read on Ao3 || wc: 649
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The metal door creaks open, the light shifting behind Izuku’s blindfold.
He jerks his hands, chains clinking together, and waits for the rustling in front of him to stop.
He’s incredibly dizzy, having been deprived of food and water for the duration of his… stay.
“Deku, we brought you a present.” His captor sings, throwing something to the floor in front of him.
He’s hesitant to reach out, though something tells him it’s not a taser pole like last time.
The lump in front of him shifts, whimpering airily when it’s kicked.
“Get up, bitch, sport here is gonna give us some real answers now.”
Izuku’s blindfold is pulled off, and he squints at the light, trying to make out the form in front of him.
It’s a person, male, medium build. He has a potato sack over his head, but he seems to have tan skin and black hair.
They’d want someone I know. I haven’t been giving them information about OFA and they’re desperate.
“Say hello, Deku.”
The brown sack is removed, and the man in front of him sucks in a breath.
He’s mousier than Izuku was expecting, with pale orange eyes and dark freckles. His black curls stick with sweat around his neck and forehead.
Before Izuku can even blink, the villain grabs the back of Hisashi’s head and thrusts him forward. His face is pressed into a bucket of water.
Bubbles pop up at the surface, and he can hear Hisashi choking on the sudden mouthfuls of water.
The villain pulls his head back up after a moment, a satisfied smirk plastered on his face. “You ready to talk now, hero?”
“...Hisashi?” Izuku says aloud, tilting his head.
The villain sputters at the reaction, letting Hisashi slump to the floor, “Oi, idiot,” He shouts to the doorway.
A second man pops out from around the corner, blood smeared on his face, “Yeah?���
“You said this was his dad.”
Villain #2 frowns, “It is. DNA matched.”
Hisashi gulps, looking everywhere but at Izuku. “We… haven’t seen each other in a while.”
Suddenly Izuku is furious.
“Are you kidding me?!” He shouts, hunger and thirst forgotten, “You found out I was quirkless and left us with nothing. Now I see you for the first time in twenty years as a bartering chip?” He scoffs, gesturing to the water, “I don’t care.”
The villain’s eyes narrow, and he shoves Hisashi back down before the guy can retaliate, “You’re bluffing.”
Izuku rolls his eyes, not bothering to look down at the pathetic soggy mess that is his biological father.
“He’s not worth the information you want,” Izuku admits.
The villain guffaws, “Oh? Number one hero Deku would let a civilian die at his own hands? What kind of a pro are you-”
“First of all, he’s a class E villain. Second, you’re killing him, not me. If I could get out of here I would’ve already, and you are not getting this information under any circumstances.”
“E Class?” He repeats, disbelieving.
Izuku nods, “Child abuse, neglect, refusal to pay child support. E Class.”
The villain looks down distastefully, clicking his tongue, “He’s still your dad.”
“He means as much to me as you do.” Izuku rolls his eyes, I don’t even know how you found him. I thought he tried to cut all ties to us.”
Hisashi’s shoulders hitch as he begins inhaling the water, unable to escape.
The villain hauls him up, shaking him to wake him up, “Pathetic piece of shit, you can’t even be useful when I need you, huh?”
Pathetic piece of shit. You’re no son of mine.
Izuku tilts his head, assessing his father’s features.
Nothing there reminds him of a happy childhood or good memories. It’s just pain and terror reflected in Hisashi’s eyes, it always has been.
“No please,” Izuku sits back, resting his head against the wall, “He’s all yours.”
#waterboarding#torture#midoriya hisashi#kidnapping#child abuse#(referenced)#bnha#mha#bnha fic#mha fic#febuwhump#febuwhump 2024#febuwhumpday25#llyn writes shit#morgue's febuwhump 2024#whump#but in a satisfying way
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Febuwhump Day 22 - "You weren't meant to be there"
TWs in tags || read on Ao3 || wc: 762
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The security guard gives him a bored look as he frantically scans his ID to be let through- only to be denied repeatedly.
He thrusts his smiling, laminated face into the scanner and feels his feathers fluff up when it buzzes at him again.
“Hawks.” A voice calls from behind him, causing him to fumble with the keycard and nearly drop it.
“RUMI!” He shouts, waving his lanyard in the air and gesturing at the door, “The stupid thing won’t let me in!”
The heroine sighs, ear twitching as a car drives honks a few blocks away. “Hawks, they revoked your access to the holding cells.”
Keigo rolls his eyes, shoving the card back in his uniform pocket since it obviously wouldn’t get him anywhere, “I figured, but this is the main door. I thought-”
“-that you’d be able to convince someone inside to let you in? Yeah, so did they.”
He raises an eyebrow at her, “Why would they tell you? We’re friends.”
Rumi huffs and walks past him, “Yeah, well I’m also a hero who knows which villains belong behind bars and which belong in a coffin.”
Keigo shoves himself through the door when she buzzes in successfully, holding a hand out to the guard when he moves to stop him- “Keigo, I’m only letting you in while supervised. I know you wouldn’t-“
She eyes the guard and shuts the door behind them, “I know you wouldn’t try to pull anything- but you lost their trust at the bar. You might not have tried to help him escape but your lack of action was just as loud.”
“If they had listened to me-“ He sighs, nodding, “I understand. Thanks, Rumi.”
She ruffles his hair, nudging his arm with her much larger one, “You get 10 minutes, lover boy. I’ll wipe the tape so make sure he’s back when you’re done. No sex and no escape plans.” She winks at him, scanning several of her fingers on a pad, she slaps his ass and shoves him in when the door opens.
He barely catches himself on the 2-way mirror in front of him. It’s dim in the interrogation room, and the empty shackles attached to the table make his gut swirl with guilt.
He grabs the key she had shoved in his back pocket and twists in the door hastily.
The creaking noise alerts the occupant and Keigo steps through just in time to meet the man’s icy blue eyes.
An unidentifiable emotion flashes across Dabi’s face, his cheek staples tugging at his skin.
“You shouldn’t be here, birdy.”
Keigo’s eyes burn, and he rushes forward to his boyfriend, practically throwing himself at the man as he sits up on his cot.
The quirk suppressors on his wrists dig into Keigo’s ribcage when Dabi hugs him, but the proximity is worth it.
“Baby, you can’t-”
“Rumi let me in. She’ll take care of it.” Keigo sighs into the man’s neck, “Dabi I’m so, so, so sorry. You weren’t supposed to be there- they told me they were going to the lab and I thought you were safe.”
Reassured, Dabi buries his face into Keigo’s body, inhaling deeply, “You know I don’t blame you. You did everything you could-”
“I did nothing!” Keigo pulls back, tears threatening to spill, “I did nothing and they took you and injured Toga, I don’t even know if she’s alive-!”
Dabi shushes him, running his fingers through Keigo’s unruly hair, “You almost got yourself killed buying us time, but there’s nothing more you could’ve done. I’m not asking you to endanger yourself by covering for my ass.”
“You would’ve done the same for me… I just wish we could’ve gone through with our plan before it happened. We were so close to getting you and her out of there.” Keigo sniffs, gripping Dabi’s prisoner jumpsuit like a lifeline. It smells like blood and disinfectant, like his own hero uniform.
“Birdy, you needed that out just as much as we did. We’ll find another chance.” Dabi frowns, white hair shifting over his eyes, “I fucked up too. Should’ve fought back.”
Keigo shakes his head, “You thought they had her, you didn’t know. I know you wouldn’t have left without her.
They sit quietly for a moment, breathing deeply in the silence, “I’m going to come back for you. Don’t give up on me, ‘kay?” Keigo smiles up at Dabi, resting his hands on the man’s face.
Dabi leans forward and presses a longing kiss to his lips, answering the promise.
“You never let me down, pretty bird.”
#dabihawks#implied injury#canon typical violence#dabi is a todoroki#todoroki touya#keigo takami#dabi#hawks#villain x hero#rumi usagiyama#mirko#bnha#mha#bnha fic#mha fic#llyn writes shit#febuwhump#whump#febuwhumpday22#morgue's febuwhump 2024#toga himiko#league of villains#established relationship#febuwhump 2024
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Febuwhump Day 11 - Time Loop
TWs in tags || read on Ao3 || wc: ∞ (462)
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~Bakugo’s eyes roll back in his head, blood pouring from his mouth in a familiar stream. Problem child grunts as he tries a few times to turn off the beeping alarm.
Shouta grunts in acknowledgment, peeling his eyes open and sitting up when Midoriya makes a concerned noise.
He kneels over the kid and resumes chest compression, feeling the rib on the left side crack under the additional pressure. His right leg kicks out, and the divot in the dirt matches his movement.
His shoulders are burning, wrists threatening to buckle under the weight.
Shouta counts in his head; 98… 99… 100… 101
“Midoriya.” He huffs, keeping paced compressions until he gets the all-clear.
Midoriya uses his knee to nudge his limp hand over to Bakugo’s neck. The bruising on his scarred arms looks worse than it did three hours ago, they need to get him to a hospital soon.
…106…
“Pulse is back.” Problem child relays, letting his arm relax again, wincing as his fingers drag over the ground.
Shouta sighs and flops back onto the floor. His arms throb up to his shoulders in a way that promises long-lasting damage.
Midoriya gives him another guilty look which Shouta meets with his own glare.
It’s not Midoriya’s fault they were ambushed, and it’s definitely not his fault he broke his arms protecting them when Shouta was briefly unconscious.
Shouta gets it though, he does. It doesn't seem like they really got away after all.
The villain’s quirk resets Bakugo’s body every five minutes, reverting his injuries to near-fatal, as it had been when they’d escaped.
Shouta had begun the recovery period with chest compressions, focusing all his will on getting the kid’s heartbeat back. He’d taken a serious hit that would have lesser heroes down instantly, but the kid fought hard.
It’s only right if Shouta gives him the same courtesy, though he can’t help but wish he hadn’t time-looped himself into eternal CPR.
Bakugo’s eyes flutter, and his pupils retract in response to the light.
Midoriya checks his watch, sighing at the remaining time.
“Has your SOS been recovered?” he asks, shifting his arm with his knee.
Shouta shoots him a look, “I would tell you if it was-”
“I know.” Midoriya tucks his chin into his chest, frustrated tears dripping down his collarbone, “Sorry.”
Shouta sighs, flicking a rock over to get the kid’s attention, “It’s fine. I know how you’re feeling. I’d do just about anything to get us home right now.”
“Yeah…” Problem child sighs, gaze softening when Bakugo groans, stirring slightly.
They never get much further than this.
“Kacchan?” Midoriya tries, scooting closer.
The boy falls silent again, head falling to the side as he slips deeper into unconsciousness.
The timer goes off.
Red eyes open~
#febuwhump#febuwhump 2024#febuwhumpday11#time loop#blood#injury#broken bones#bakugou katsuki#izuku midoriya#aizawa shouta#cpr#cardiopulmonary resuscitation#chest compressions#angst#ambiguous ending#whump#hurt no comfort#morgue's febuwhump 2024#llyn writes shit#bnha fic#bnha#mha fic#mha
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Febuwhump Day 2 - flinching
Read on ao3
word count: 988
TWs in tags
note: what's up. so ao3 doesn't let you schedule post fics which is why the link may or may not be working if you try to click it. I'll try to post these there on the day i post them here but we'll see how that works. soz in advance
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If you asked Shouta three years ago, if he expected his hell class to graduate, he’d probably find it unrealistic. Only one student was expelled? An entire class of kids showed potential and had the strength to complete their schooling? That green kid who kept breaking his bones becomes one of the most vital, most incredible students in his class? The pomeranian with anger issues and an inferiority complex is valedictorian?! No, irrational.
Yet here they are, 19 of his original students, plus Hitoshi, all dressed in their robes on the last day of their UA student career.
Now they’ll be thrust into the world of pro-heroes, and gods willing live long enough to retire.
But Shouta’s done all he can, now.
Then he sees Bakugo’s mom move towards her son, arms raised to hug him, and the boy flinches.
Mmm, not quite done.
“You little weasel, don’t back away from me, this is supposed to be a celebration!” The woman grunts in his ear, unnoticing of Shouta creeping up behind them, “All of your nice little friends are here, don’t want them to see you be a weak little baby do you?”
Unfortunately, this sort of talk isn’t unusual for the woman. Aizawa has been holding himself back for the last dozen or so months since he found out she gets physical at home to pair with the venom. Bakugo had practically begged him to butt out and convinced him that he barely went home anymore with how busy UA kept him, so he was fine.
Now Shouta knows Bakugo is going to be stuck at home for the next four weeks until his apartment lease opens. It’s going to be the most time spent at home since the dorms opened, considering he spent every single holiday there with Shouta, Mic, Eri, and Hitoshi. He was- is practically family.
And godsdamnit Shouta can’t just let this happen.
“Bakugo.”
They both turn to him, even Masaru, who had been blissfully ignorant of the interaction while talking to Midoriya’s mother.
“Aizawa,” Mitsuki acknowledges, nodding her head and releasing her son’s arm from her talons.
Right.
“Ma’am, do you mind if I speak to your son for a moment? It’s about his speech,” Shouta looks at the boy. Even though his tone promises a lecture, Katsuki looks relieved to be going with his teacher.
Katsuki grunts, tugging his arm away, “I’ll be back, hag.”
Mitsuki reaches out and smacks the back of his head for that, earning a frown from her husband, but ultimately she gets away with it. It’s just like last time, and the time before that, and so on.
Shouta fights the urge to reprimand the woman as he leads Bakugo away.
“Look,” the kid sighs, “I’m sorry about the cussing, I know you told me not-”
“Your speech was fine.”
Katsuki gives him a skeptical look, “But you said-”
Shouta huffs, “I wouldn’t have let you give a speech if I was going to be pissy about that. I’d be more surprised if you didn’t curse, the warning was purely cosmetic. No, I’m here to ask you about the next few weeks.” He pauses, studying the boy’s relaxed posture now that he’s alone with Shouta, and decides to bite the bullet, “Are you comfortable staying at home?”
Bakugo looks around unsurely, gaze flickering back to his mom who is laughing loudly, probably at his expense.
“It’s not that long-”
“That’s not what I asked.” Shouta raises his hand, all too aware of how Katsuki does not flinch when he rests it on the boy’s shoulder. “Are you comfortable? Will you be safe with her?”
Bakugo shifts, shoulders slumping, “I’ve been trying not to think about it.”
Sometimes Shouta wonders how just two years of therapy could help someone so much, but he’s so grateful for it. He’s pretty sure Bakugo from three years ago would’ve punched him and cursed his bloodline for asking such a question. For insinuating he’s weak, that he can’t handle his mother’s punishments.
He shouldn’t have to, and Shouta thinks he’s finally starting to realize that.
“Do you want to stay with us?” He offers, sliding his hand off Bakugo’s shoulder and pulling out his phone, “I already talked to Mic about it, but if you want to hear it yourself…”
“Wha- But I don’t leave for a month, and my parents-”
“Kid, you’re 18, you don’t have to spend another second around them if you don’t want to. Mic would love to have you, and I’m sure Hitoshi would tolerate it.” He teases.
“Plus, we can pay you to babysit Eri if you want some extra funds before you leave. I know you’re capable of taking care of yourself, and if you decided to stay with them, I wouldn’t be upset. I just want you to start your career as a hero in the best possible mindset, and I’m concerned about your well-being with her.” He explains.
Bakugo seems to consider this for a moment, rubbing the spot on his head that Mitsuki had hit.
“Yeah, I think I’ll take you up on that. But you better be serious about that offer, gotta teach that kid something useful before she’s subjected to a life with you losers.”
Shouta narrows his eyes, “If you teach my daughter any sort of inappropriate language-”
Bakugo waves his hand, grinning, “Tch, as if mindfuck hasn’t bought her silence before. She’s gonna have a mouth when she’s older.”
Shouta sighs heavily, “That’s what I’m worried about.”
He pulls out his eyedrops, squinting over at a blob of color that belongs to Bakugo’s group of hooligans, “Go hang out with your friends, we’ll discuss logistics later. Enjoy your day.”
Bakugo sneers, mumbling a terse ‘they’re not my friends’ as he obeys anyway.
Shouta smiles fondly as they attack him with affection when he arrives, teasing and playing with him while he shouts.
Still, some things never change.
#febuwhump#febuwhump2023#febuwhumpday2#flinching#child abuse#mitsuki bakugo#katsuki bakugo#aizawa shouta#bakugo angst#angst#my fic#ficlet#drabble#llyn writes shit#bnha fic#mha fic#bnha#mha#whump
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“Little shit. I need some of that.” Mina pouts, digging her hands into her tube top and peeling out her pasties, plopping them into Jirou’s waiting hand.
Shouto squints as she stomps confidently toward the hallway. “Is she going to the men’s restroom?”
“Nah, she’s gonna go look lost by employee break room.” Sero answers, gesturing to the hallway, “I don’t know what or who she does back there and I don’t want to.”
“Well, she’s probably gone for the night.” Jirou sighs and slaps the pasties on Bakugo’s broad back, smirking in amusement as he tries and fails to reach them. “I’m out losers. Sero, walk Shouto home, she’s too tipsy for the train.”
Kirishima drags Bakugo out of the booth, waving to them as he curses Jirou’s extended family. “See you Monday, Sero. Bye guys!”
#funniest visual i've ever written thank you#local girl series#some smut this time#keep an eye out on wretchedmorgue for the finished fic ;)#wip#llyn writes shit#fanfic#bakusquad
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Febuwhump Day 23 - Presumed Dead
Read Part 1 first!!! This is a continuation of Day 4
TWs in tags || read on Ao3 || wc: 921
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Katsuki opens his eyes the second the nurses' voices are out of earshot.
He rolls over, tucking the shitty hospital blanket up to his chin.
Luckily whatever healing Recovery Girl had been able to do worked wonders, and he could freely move when he wanted to despite the extensive bandaging. His shoulder had been nearly unrecognizable when he’d been admitted to the hospital, from what he’d inferred from his chart.
He’s been conveniently asleep when anyone comes to visit- no one suspecting otherwise when his eternally angry face is peaceful with sleep.
Two days now he’d been coherent. He’d awoken a few times before that, still heavily under the cocktail of drugs they had him on.
It wasn’t enough to keep him from seeing Uraraka’s dead body out of the corner of his eye no matter where he turned.
He looks over at the corner, the murky figure of her dead body disappearing when he looks directly at it.
His mind can’t seem to completely erase her blood from the walls, sticking hotly like his guilt in his hospital prison.
Aizawa had tried to come to talk to him, but he’d freaked the fuck out and the nurses had kicked him out before he could say anything.
Now he just gets to sit in his reality. He killed one of his best friends, he killed her with his quirk from his arm.
He can still see her face right after he fired, the betrayal in her expression. There was anger there, something he would never forget. She would never forgive him for it, and her friends wouldn’t either.
Maybe Aizawa will expel him like he deserves.
His name is whispered in the quiet room.
Another one of her tricks, something he’d put too much hope in the first time.
Naïvely he thought she may have lived, maybe he’d hallucinated the entire thing? As soon as he’d turned around he was met with her horrified face, blood coming from her mouth. The glazed-over look in her eye broke something in his heart that would never be fixed.
And he’s not falling for it again.
“Bakugo are you awake?” It calls again.
The voice is uncanny, the little warble her breath gives when she’s trying to be quiet. His brain must be trying to torture him.
“Aizawa, I think I should come back later…”
“No, he needs to see you.”
You need to face what you’ve done, Katsuki.
He groans, squeezing his eyes closed and scrubbing them with his palms.
“Oh,” The voice gasps, soft footsteps padding toward his bed.
No no no no, go away!
The softest touch on his shoulder, the soft velvet of her finger pads unmistakable.
Fuck.
Tears fall onto his pillow without his permission, he reaches out to the hand when it leaves his arm, grabbing her wrist like a lifeline.
“Bakugo you’re awake!”
His eyes fly open and he sits up, looking first to the door where his teacher stands, then to the girl by his bedside.
She’s pale, the light from his window hitting the back of her head like a halo. Her chocolate brown eyes looked at him with so much innocent concern. He liked the bloody one better.
Katsuki squeezes his eyes shut, jerking his hand back to tug on the back of his head as he folds into himself.
“Not real, you’re not real, she’s not real.” He mumbles, whining into the dark of his safe cave when Uraraka places her hand on his back, rubbing gently.
“Bakugo, they got Eri just in time, I’m okay.” She explains, “You’re the one I’m worried about.”
His teacher clears his throat, “This is what I was trying to tell you before, but you had a panic attack.”
“I was at home, but I came as soon as I could. Now that you’re awake- Bakugo, can you look at me?”
Her hand moves to his shoulder and she squeezes gently.
It’s too good to be true, but he wants so badly for it to be real. His skin burns where she’s touching him and his breathing is uneven.
His mind is screaming at him to run, to hide so deep inside himself that they never find him again, but he wants so desperately to see her again.
His neck creaks when he raises it, the room fuzzy as it comes into focus.
Uraraka takes the opportunity to bend down to sit at his eye level, crawling partially onto his bed.
He looks into her eyes, trying to confirm what his mind refuses to acknowledge.
She’s okay.
She allows him to reach out to her, letting his arm rest tentatively on her shoulder.
Dressed in a sweater and leggings, it looks like she has been okay the whole time.
“There’s no way- I blasted a hole straight through you.” He whispers, gaze drifting down to her chest.
She winces, “Well, I was dead. Or enough so that the mind control quirk was convinced. I’m fine now though!” Her eyes soften, and she takes his hand in hers, “Bakugo, I want you to know that I don’t blame you for what happened. It was a terrible situation and, as Aizawa has already assured me, it was not either of us at fault.”
He pulls her into his chest without a word, ignoring her squawk of protest to press their bodies together.
He can feel her erratic heartbeat against his own, and he feels like he can finally breathe.
“You promise?” He mumbles when she finally relaxes.
“I promise.
#ochako uraraka#bakugou katsuki#aizawa shouta#referenced character death#hospitals#ptsd#hallucinations#trauma#injury#bnha#mha#bnha fic#mha fic#llyn writes shit#morgue's febuwhump 2024#febuwhump#febuwhump 2024#febuwhumpday23#presumed dead#reunion#tw blood#whump#angst#hurt/comfort
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Febuwhump Day 5 - Rope Burns
a personal favorite :P
TWs in tags || read on Ao3 || wc: 881
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Hanta releases some tape from his arm and kicks a piece of metal sticking from the roof. Deeming it sturdy, he wraps the tape and clutches Mina tightly to his chest with his free arm.
“Meens, you gotta hold on, okay?” He says into her ear, steeling himself when he feels her grip on his neck tighten weakly.
With one last glance at the wave of oncoming Nomu, he steps off the edge.
He braces his legs on the bricks in front of him and begins to cascade down the building. The roar of the villains grows louder.
If they get caught again, they’re dead. Mina can’t fight after what they did to her legs and he’s practically useless against the winged Nomu.
He falls faster, immediately regretting not verbally warning Mina when she whimpers and shifts enough in on his chest to tip their weight too far to the side.
“Shit!” He yelps, his boot slipping from the wall. His legs dangle, the weight of both him and Mina on his single tape strand almost unbearably painful.
Fuck fuck fuck fuck, what do I do?!
Mina gasps at the sudden movement, her broken legs dangling uselessly as she begins to slip from Hanta’s grip.
She digs her fingers into his neck, whispering frantically, “Hanta please don’t drop me. I don’t want to die, please please… I’ll hold on I promise I’ll do better!”
“Shh,” He sighs into her hair, hoisting his knee up to rest under her. He mentally prepares himself, loosening his grip on the tape ever so slightly, testing his grip, “You’re gonna be okay.”
He lets them drop.
Immediately he feels the skin on his palms protest. Although he has thicker callouses than most from training, not even leather could withstand this much friction at such a high velocity.
Something is screeching in his ear, but he can’t tell if it’s Mina or the wind.
She’s clutching onto him with more force than he expected, but honestly, the pain in his shoulders from her weight is helping distract him from-
The tape breaches his skin, digging directly into the meat and nerves of the crease between his thumb and index fingers.
He yells, eyes watering as he tries to look up at his hand.
Blood is spraying up into a fine mist, the rest staining the tape pink as he slides down.
He grits his teeth, shaking his head and checking their progress. They’re pretty close to the ground now, considering.
How the hell am I going to stop us enough to now decimate both our legs? If Mina takes another hit that hard I’m not sure she’ll make it.
A blood-curdling hum pierces through his body, raising goosebumps across his skin and painful shivers down his back.
Fuck, it hit the bone.
Screw hitting the ground too hard, if it saws through my hand enough I won’t be able to hold us at all. If we freefall now, it’ll still be ten stories.
He thinks for a moment; Using his legs is impossible at this speed, he doesn’t have the strength to wrap his hand again, and recruiting Mina in any capacity is completely out of the question.
He can only think of a few options, but all would cause him serious injury.
Fuck, they’re falling too fast even with his hand. The only other option is death for both of them.
He knows Present Mic is somewhere under them, so he just needs to be alive on the ground, and they’ll be okay.
Hanta breathes heavily through his nose, readjusting Mina in his arms so his other elbow is pointed upwards enough…
Now just to get the timing right.
He waits until he sees the glow of the street lights in his peripheral to let tape out of his other arm, giving it some slack before slowing the feed slightly-
Pain erupts from both of his shoulders, the bones cracking loud enough to be audible through the noise around them.
Shit, too fast!
They jerk to a stop, Mina tumbling out of his arms only a few feet to the ground below.
His head falls back, jolted by the stop, and he’s unable to muster the will to move anymore.
“Cellophane!” Mic shouts, sending a bystander to drag Mina out of the way.
Hanta is just dangling there, he can tell his dispensers are down to their last few inches without time to recharge.
He’s sure pulling his arms out of their sockets didn’t help, but what little he can feel of his elbows burns like hell.
Hanta groans loud enough to signal life, allowing Mic to cut his tape and grab onto him.
There’s noise from above them, and the winged Nomu must not have been far behind because Mic pulls his head into his chest and activates his quirk into the air.
Hanta winces at the volume and cries out in pain when Mic begins to run while carrying him. He can feel the arm not tucked between him and Mic dangling uselessly, sharp pains running up his arm to his upper back.
“You were awesome, kid.” Mic says quietly once they’re inside the building, “You can rest now.”
Hanta grimaces weakly, though he would be grinning if he could.
He did it.
#angst with a happy ending#are you surprised?? lol i am#rope burns#body horror#disturbing imagery#self sacrifice#tw blood#injury#broken bones#sero hanta#mina ashido#whump#febuwhump#febuwhump 2024#morgue's febuwhump 2024#llyn writes shit#febuwhump2024#febuwhumpday5
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FIC IDEA! Katsuki asks Deku out with wording that to the reader is OBVIOUSLY romantic but just subtle enough that it is PLAUSIBLE for Deku to have misunderstood the situation. Katsuki immediately starts taking him on outings and being more physically affectionate and cooking for him all the time and Deku appears to reciprocate and at least half the class ALSO thinks they're dating. This goes on for at least a couple months.
Then, someone flirts with and touches Deku in some way that is obviously romantic (maybe tucking his hair or touching his face, maybe kissing his hand, maybe just straight up kissing him?) or even explicitly asks him out and gets a flustered "maybe" kind of response from Deku and Katsuki sees and is obviously very upset. He storms off and Deku follows him to find out what's wrong.
When he actually outright asks "hey, Kacchan, are you okay? What's wrong?" Katsuki is floored and responds "Are you gaslighting me or are really just this stupid? Even if you're poly or whatever, if you want to see multiple people you have to SAY that. You have to negotiate that shit, you can't just do whatever you want!"
And Deku is like "what??? are you talking about??? what multiple people??? I'm not dating anyone, it was just harmless flirting??? why are you acting like this??? do you want to be my boyfriend or something???"
And Katsuki is even more floored and upset and screams "I AM your fucking boyfriend! But maybe I shouldn't be!"
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Shindo's fingers are soft on Izuku's chin, pulling his gaze up. His pupils are blown from something he and Sero had been passing around. The smell is acrid to his senses, but honestly, he's not sober enough to care.
He'd been surprised when Shindo had shown up to Mina's mixer, though he probably shouldn't be. He seems to be seeing the man everywhere these days.
He can't help but think of Kacchan, the way Yo looks at him. That heat in his eyes. Though Kacchan would never look at him quite like this, with this level of lust.
His cheeks burn with the thought, and he brushes Shindo's fingers off.
"Ah, the rumors are true? Thought maybe I'd have a chance, but it seems little murder lord actually grew some balls." He pouts, retreating his hands to his slack pockets.
Izuku frowns, brow pinching, "Kacchan- we're not like that."
"You're partners, everyone knows that."
"Hero partners," Izuku corrects, "He asked me when we graduated."
Shindo huffs, smirking, "He asked you to be hero partners, and nothing else?"
Izuku rolls his eyes, tapping his foot to the beat of the music more aggressively as frustration rises in his gut.
"He asked if we could be partners and if I wanted to find a place with him after graduation. We got a one-room because it was cheap, so naturally we're close by proximity." He grumbles, crossing his arms.
Shindo nods, but Izuku can sense the underlying doubt.
"Right, so you sleep in one bed, co-parent a cat, go to fancy restaurants alone on Valentine's Day, share an office at work, and travel everywhere together-" Shindo stares at him flatly, "-as friends."
"YES." Izuku throws his hands up, compelling the girl dancing next to him to slowly inch away, "Is that so hard to believe? Kacchan isn't interested in anyone, anyway. I think I'd have figured out something like that in the three years we've spent basically every day together."
Shindo rolls his eyes, "Deku, I think you underestimate how dense you can be. Your roomie trying to set me on fire with his eyes right now."
"We're not together. Kacchan is only focused on being a hero. We both are." Izuku grits, shoving his pointer finger into Shindo's stupidly buff chest.
"Are you sure?" Shindo raises an eyebrow, gaze flickering to the side,
"Yeah, so maybe leave it alone?!" Izuku gripes, jolting when Shindo suddenly grabs his hand and lifts it, slamming it back on the wall behind him.
"Then let's see what Kacchan has to say about me shoving my tongue down his Deku's throat, hm?" He purrs, leaning in closer.
Izuku's breath hitches, the sweat beading on his neck from the writhing bodies surrounding them suddenly ice cold, "Wh- who said anything about-"
Izuku barely has time to blink before Shindo's hand is ripped from his wrist, and he's thrown back into the beer pong table twelve feet away.
Kacchan barely spares Izuku a glance before he's lunging at the crumpled pro hero. His ears are practically steaming with all the rage emanating from his body
"Keep your slimy little hands off of my fucking boyfriend or I will explode your sad little dick and shove the remains down your damn throat, do you fucking understand?" He shouts, crouching down to pull Shindo up by his shirt collar.
Shindo barely flinches at the threat, opting instead to lean his head around Kacchan's hulking form and wink at Izuku, mouthing a smug little 'I told you so.'
Izuku doesn't even feel bad when Kacchan breaks his nose.
It's only on the way home from the party, when Kacchan rests his hand protectively on Izuku's thigh and apologizes for making a scene, that Izuku realizes how dumb he is.
#bkdk#suggestive#drabble#did not mean to write all this idk#here u go#llyn writes shit#ficlet#katsuki bakugo#midoriya izuku#shindo yo#anon soup#ask#not completely true to the idea but it is what it is
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