bigbadhobbit
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Cold Love by bigbadhobbit
Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)
20 Feb 2023
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“Uhh…” Izuku was embarrassed, but was interrupted by the young panicking mother trying to explain her son’s quirk before he could ask any questions. “It’s called Cold Love. It freezes you from the inside. He can’t control it, yet. So, we can’t lift it. I’m so sorry! Only body heat of others helps keep the cold at bay.“ She started to rub her hands over his back. „It’s basically a hugging quirk.”
On his way back to UA Izuku is involved in a quirk accident and needs to cuddle people to not to freeze to death. Who better than Kacchan to help him in his predicament?
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Kacchan is bad at feelings by bigbadhobbit
Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)
14 Feb 2023
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Izuku was frustated. He asked Katsuki out on a date but everytime Kirishima tagged along driving Izuku mad.
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“You see, Trainer-san,” Yaku clears his throat. “You’re a meme.”
“What?” Hajime blinks at him.
“A meme… a contextual internet phenomenon amusing the masses,” Ushijima explains.
“I know what a meme is, why am I one?”
Yaku opens the laptop, finally releasing Atsumu’s fingers and shows him the Twitter page.
Iwaizumi Hajime (27), athletic trainer.
Yep, Hajime is a meme now.Or: Everybody has a crush on Trainer-san
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The night Kuroo Tetsurou meets Bokuto Koutarou, he’s surviving the worst hangover of his life. The night Bokuto Koutarou meets Kuroo Tetsurou, he’s on fire.
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“You,” Ed starts to interrupt him, then stops, clearing his throat. His voice is almost— gritting, cracking in the middle. When he starts again, he’s stronger, but still— shaky. “You made me this? I mean— You made this? For me?”
Stede’s not entirely sure what he means by that, but he has that little bubbling sensation he always gets when Ed is making him happy. It’s this simmering, glowing joy that always rises inside him, like it’s going to blow him up. He’s already smiling.
“I did,” Stede says. Ed sits up properly beside him, and Stede nudges his shoulder, jostles him a bit. “I thought you could use something a little bit soft. Besides me, you know.”
He’s expecting Ed to tease him in response, but instead, he doesn’t speak. He just keeps staring down at the blanket, clutched between his fingers.
or: five times stede did things for ed, and one time ed did something for stede. -
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Stede stands on the warm sand at the beach, stripped of his luxurious coat and impractical shoes, his hair pushed off his face from where he'd slicked it back while using seawater to clean away the pigs blood. He breathes deeply and takes a moment to grieve the life he's about to leave behind for good.
Just a moment, and a moment only.
He closes his eyes against the warmth of the setting sun, and inhales the salty spray of water as a wave crashes on the shore; the ocean advancing and receding, beckoning him forward.
Calling him home.
Series
- Part 2 of on a homeward path we go
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i don't know anything (but i know i miss you) by ShowMeAHero
Fandoms: Our Flag Means Death (TV)
28 Mar 2022
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“What the hell’s happened to you?” Stede demands. It’s his voice, in his body, and he almost seems living, and it’s— It has to be the last thing Ed ever sees. He has to die with him burned on the insides of his eyelids.
Stede’s eyes are tracking over him, rising up to meet his eyes, locking with him. It feels so real. He can’t help the hysterical laugh that comes up and out of him, impossibly grateful for this last delusion.
Without hesitating, he lurches forward, grabbing Stede and yanking him into his arms. Stede makes a confused noise of protest, briefly, but it fades instantly and his arms come up, too, wrapping around Ed without hesitation. He doesn’t smell the same; instead, he’s all salt and sweat and sun, baked into his skin. Ed buries his face in his hair, fingers clawing at the impossibly real feel of him, the hallucination made solid in his arms.
“Thank fuck,” Ed says into his hair, voice breaking. “I didn’t want to die without seeing you one last time.”