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Ya'll, I just wrote 6 prompts starting last night into this morning. I am going to try and keep up with whumptober, but if nothing else we'll get more mass posts lol. Wish me luck!

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Day 6

Bump. Ba-bump. Bump. Ba-BUMP.

That was the beat of Hitoshi’s heart in his chest as his hair was pulled back and Izuku’s face fell. “It’s simple, Little Hero. You make him bleed and I let him eat something.” It was insane how it had only taken a month for them to get used to this. How it had simply fallen into a routine of blood and food. At first they fought back and tried to avoid it, but then they got hungry. Not just hungry, but starved. They were struggling to even stay awake at that point and the promise of food was too much to pass up.

It was only a bit of blood after all. That was what Hitoshi had told himself. He would happily bleed if it meant Izuku, his love, his gorgeous human, got to live a bit longer. Except they switched it up regularly. It wasn’t that simple. It was never that simple.

A bit of blood turned to a broken bone to a river of crimson red swimming in their eyes and down their skin. Just a bit of blood, a bit of pain and it would all end and they could eat.

Their captors kept them on the edge of dying so easily that it was clear this wasn’t their first time which always left Hitoshi wondering who they had done this to before and what happened to them. What caused them to be thrown away.

How he could keep that from happening to Izuku.

“I can’t. I can’t today!” That was also a problem. Izuku had become so broken that he couldn’t lift his arms. His shoulders both dislocated and his hands smashed beyond repair. He was going to lose them if they ever made it out. If they ever made it free then Izuku’s career was over as well as his sanity. Hitoshi would stand by him through it all, but that would only happen if they got free.

He had so little hope for that.

Their captors hands clamped down on Izuku’s shoulder making him drop to his knees. “Well then maybe dearest Hitoshi could help you out. See how far that pretty little quirk of yours goes.” A pit formed in Hitoshi’s stomach. That had been a development just days ago. When Izuku could push no further, could barely breathe through his agony, Hitoshi was forced to use his quirk on Izuku. His quirk that had protected him against so much was now used to harm Izuku, his love, and himself.

Ba-bump. Bump. Ba- ba- ba- bump.

“Toshi…”

He just couldn’t do it today… Not today.

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Day 5

Spitting out the blood that had pooled in his mouth from biting his tongue, Katsuki glared harder at the fingers fucker in front of him. He had held out so far, but a small, so small it was almost unheard, was questioning. Katsuki had been stuck there for days, strapped to this chair and unable to move as Finger Fucker let Bloody Bitch and that gods be damned Nomu beat him bloody. The stupid doctor then came in to patch him up as if they weren’t the damn reason he was a mess in the first place.

If he accepted their deal he would be free…

It had been days of cold, chilling air. His hands ached from their restrained position and his pants were soaked from where he wet himself. If the Nomu didn’t kill him, if Bloody Bitch didn’t drain him dry of his blood, then humiliation might just do him in. He was hungry and thirsty. Katsuki was cold, damp and most of all he was tired. The League of Stupid wasn’t allowing him to sleep and it was showing after three days. He had even started hallucinating stupid Deku coming to save him with Fucking Shitty Hair in tow.

They weren’t coming. He needed to accept that they were never coming.

“Oh don’t be like that. Just agree to join us and all of this will be cleared up.” Katsuki’s vision was going blurry when an unfamiliar clicking sound filled his ears. Looking up and ignoring the vision of Deku being held by Burnt Asshole. The shiny metal of a gun pressed against fake Deku’s head by Finger Fucker. “Just agree and I’ll even let the broken one go.” There were tears in Fake Deku’s eyes as Katsuki spit out another mouth full of blood. Fake Deku had a gag in his mouth and he looked miserable. Looked scared in an oh so familiar way.

“Eat shit and die!” Katsuki’s voice was rough from all of the blood, but it was still loud. He was always loud. He had to be.

The creepy grin that stretched across Finger’s face was enough to have Katsuki looking once again at Fake Deku. Fake Deku who looked relieved. “Have it your way then.” When he pulled the trigger and Deku fell, red and pale, Katsuki felt his heart stop.

He should have known it was Stupid Deku all along.

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Day 4

Patching up Touya was just a part of Natsuo’s life. He had always done it when Mother couldn’t or just didn’t. It was routine at this point, Touya had training, he went to far, Father yelled, hit him, yelled some more and then Natsuo came in with the first aid kit. He thought, in the future when all of this was a painful memory, he might be a doctor. Touya called him stupid for that. As if they would ever let someone like him be a doctor. Someone with ‘Evil and Stupid’ as parents. Someone who was Quirkless and Useless.

He wasn’t useless. Natsuo knew that. He also knew that Touya didn’t believe the words he said, even if hearing them still hurt really bad. Touya was his brother, his Big Brother who protected him so that he didn’t have to deal with what Touya did. Father never looked at Natsuo so long as Touya was around to take the brunt of the pain.

All of this was to say that it was strange when Touya told Natsuo that he didn’t need him after an afternoon with Father. It was strange and painful when Touya turned him away and didn’t let him help. Even as he limped down the hall with a determined look on his face, Natsuo knew this was the first chip in their routine. Natsuo healed and Touya hurt. Those were The Rules. Touya breaking The Rules hurt more than it should.

“I’m fine, Natsu.”

“Nothing happened, Natsuo.”

“It didn’t even hurt.”

Lies. Lies. Lies.

Natsuo didn’t understand why Touya didn’t want his help anymore, he didn’t get it and it burned. It burned hotter than Father’s fire. Stung worse than a thousand bees and made him so irrationally angry that his stomach was in constant knots.

Maybe that was why he let Touya leave that night.

Maybe, just maybe, Natsuo was so angry and hurt he didn’t care what happened to Touya anymore.

Maybe, possibly, he hoped Touya would get hurt bad enough to come limping back to Natsuo.

Maybe if Touya hadn’t left Natsuo alone, maybe then Touya would still be alive.

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Day 3

Izuku didn’t remember much except the dark. He remembered how dark The Hole was. He remembered how there was no sound and no light. How he was there for so long he couldn’t even feel his skin anymore. Izuku remembered The Hole and that meant that nothing was ever the same.

The last time he saw his dad was when he threw him in The Hole. When Izuku finally left The Hole he cried because it hurt. It hurt to leave so he kept going back. Back into the scary, dark, all consuming hole filled with nothingness. The Hole was the only place where he felt nothing because, in The Hole, there was nothing. Izuku was nothing in The Hole, sometimes he needed to be nothing.

When Kacchan found him in The Hole he cried. When Todoroki found him in The Hole he joined him. Except it wasn’t the same. The only way it was the same, the same overwhelming, terrifying feeling, was that first moment when light and air entered The Hole. That moment when his skin burned and tears filled his eyes because everything hurt. That was the moment Izuku craved.

He could only have that alone. Only ever in The Hole his father dug for him.

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Day 2

One. Two. Three. DUCK.

Training was hard and exhausting. School was frustrating and tiring. Izuku was struggling to maintain it all, but he had to. He had to keep going, had to be the best and be the Perfect Symbol that everyone craved. So he worked himself to the bone. Dragged himself out of bed everyday and into the gym. He forgot to go to bed some days, but still walked out with a smile plaster to his face and no sign of his exhaustion present.

Or at least it better not be with the amount of money he paid for that concealer.

The part that was giving him away, though, was the fact that he kept getting hit. Today he wasn’t moving fast enough. He wasn’t hitting back hard enough and everyone could see it. Except, Izuku was doing his best. He was trying his hardest and it wasn’t working.

With limbs of lead and no sleep to be had, Izuku was hallucinating and hallucinating during a fight was so very bad. It made it hard to track and keep an eye on those around him, those he was protecting and those he was fighting. Age old voices whispering in his ear about how he was weak, useless, how he would never be what they needed. He was so tired, but he was trying.

He was trying until Todoroki hit a bit too hard, until Izuku didn’t duck in time and the ice hit him in the temple.

One. Two. Three. BAM.

Finally, Izuku was able to get a bit of sleep.

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Day 1

Yamada Hizashi was a good man. This was a fact that he the world could all agree on. He was happy and nice and, above all else, he was kind. Hizashi, or Present Mic, as the public knew him, was a good man and good men always fell the hardest. They had the most after them and the most reason to keep fighting on. Even if they couldn’t see the reason or even knew the reason existed. That was, again, a fact that the world seemed to accept as a whole.

Hizashi having much to fight for didn’t much matter today, though. No, today it was out of his hands as he stumbled and tripped down the hall to his best friends apartment. He was struggling to get air in his lungs and he knew it had to do with the soup that the waiter had smiled so sharply at bringing. Hizashi was aware of all of this, but that doesn’t change the facts.

Fighting wouldn’t help him today, no matter how good of a man the world saw him as.

The ground tilted up and Hizashi felt his feet leave the solidness of Earth. He was mere feet from Shouta’s door, but it didn’t matter. Not when his head hit the floor with a thump and the world went black. No, it didn’t matter how good of a man he was when the world saw him as such.

Good men had the most after them, after all.

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Do you ever hear a song that fits a fic you're writing or planning so well that you listen to it on repeat for days at a time just thinking about the potential of the fic?

Cause I do.

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me, reading my own incomplete writing : *gasp* and then what happened?

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When you sit down to write and then do everything except. Including, but not limited to coming up with new stories.

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