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Just hold me—

When his secretary came in with a cold days ago, Miles sent him home early. He sanitized the secretary’s desk and his own office for three hours. Miles did not like getting sick, and he did not believe in allowing his subordinates to work when they were ill. Efficiency and well being went hand in hand, and he could allow him to go home while still maintaining his long schedule as a Chief Prosecutor.

Unfortunately, his body has other ideas about his health. He sneezes the first day, the second comes with a pinch behind his nose and a tension in his head, and the third, he can not get up from bed with the pain from the congestion.

“You need to rest,” Phoenix says, as he wipes Miles’ face with a damp cloth. Miles tries to push him away, but he remains adamant about his ministrations. He grabs a tissue from the bedside table and holds it to his nose. “Blow.”

“Noooooo,” Miles says, voice blocked with mucus. “I don’t want to.”

“You’ll feel better when you can breathe. Blow.”

Miles frowns, and then he blows through his nose, a loud honk following. Phoenix cleans up his snot and then deposits the tissue in the trash. He uses the cloth again to rid his nose of any sticky residue before leaving to take the cloth to the laundry.

“Thank you,” Miles says, when Phoenix returns. “You should go to work.”

“I already told Athena and Apollo. Trucy will help assist them, but they’ll be fine, dear.” Phoenix pulls up the sheets and lays down, scooching closer to him.

“Nooo,” Miles says. Weakly, he pushes him away. “You’ll get sick.”

“Will you feel better if I cuddle you?” Miles says nothing but lets out a soft whine. “Then come here, you stubborn man.”

They meet in the middle. Miles rests his head on Phoenix’s chest. His fingers pull through his hair, playing with his silky strands. He speaks to him in a low timbre.

“I saw a beautiful pen the other day. It had a nice, dark ink, and it moved across the paper so smoothly. Still, it was flexible enough to write or sketch with.”

“Did you get it?” Miles asks.

“Not for me, but for you. It’s sitting on your desk at work.”

“I want the pen,” Miles says.

“You’ll get to use it soon. Did you listen to the song I sent you the other day? I keep thinking of the lyrics anytime I play it when I look through documents.” Phoenix hums a few bars and Miles taps his fingers on his chest, the sound resonating beneath his ear. He doesn’t respond. He should probably take some more medicine soon. “It’s such a nice melody. The artist wrote it for her boyfriend when he was only able to send letters to her. Such a sweet story. I think she put a picture on her wall…”

He falls into a light sleep to his musings. He doesn’t wake for the rest of the morning; instead, he basks in his warmth.

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Written for my sick beloved, who is now feeling much better! Hope this heals a part of your heart that just wants to be held <3

This work was written for r/hq’s gift exchange. I wrote it for my lovely friend Dale. 

Very fluffy. There is a minor anxious scene, if you need the warning.

Sugawara Koushi spent a lot of his life waiting.

But now, he decides to take fate into his own hands.

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Relationships: Sawamura Daichi/Sugawara Koushi Additional Tags: Engagement, Fluff, Suga is a disaster pls help him, Rating is for occasional swear words it's really pretty much gen, Sweet, Love, Established Relationship, Fluff and Humor Words: 10,330

i can’t wait for the angst and brainrot I’m about to indulge in, it’s gonna drive me to a new level of obsession…. I just know it

(watching good omens for the first time, currently on season 2)

let me use tumblr again so i can actually find other fandoms,,,, unless you’re all hiding on twitter, in which case, i will find you /lh

happy new year!

Hey guys! I hope you are having a good new year. I came with some updates about what I’m working on.

I’m writing some tododeku at the moment for the 365ofTDDK project! I have a few days throughout the year, and I’ll let you know closer to the dates when they’re coming out. Be on the lookout!

I’m also working on my TDDK Big Bang project! I have a lovely artist I’m working with to bring you the best content. Hopefully, in the meantime, I’ll be able to write some short one-shots to get into the tddk mood!

Of course, I’ll keep up-to-date with kagehina (and my other hq! ships), especially with the new season being announced in September! Can’t wait to write more kagehina fic!

This year, I hope to continue to write, and even end up writing more than last year! I’m so excited to continue to write for HQ! and BnHA (maybe even Run with the Wind?)!

Hope your year is full of love and happiness!

My piece for @haikyuuminibang

My partners were @majesticanna and @kirikags

I loved making this piece!! It was actually really fun if albeit frustrating at time. I'm still learning how to do digital so maybe the next time I do a Bang piece it'll look even better!

Thanks to the mods for having a great minibang!! They were absolutely amazing at what they were doing!

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it was amazing. I am sufficiently changed. Thank u gay entities.

i can’t wait for the angst and brainrot I’m about to indulge in, it’s gonna drive me to a new level of obsession…. I just know it

(watching good omens for the first time, currently on season 2)

ahhhh I guess tumblr might be the place for my thoughts like why do bagels taste so good. i will miss twitter, if it does go under lol

Second piece! Whoo-hoo! Love for Todo and Deku ❤️

5th February 2019

Author: Anna

Title: Coffee + Cream

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences 

Pairing: Midoriya Izuku/Todoroki Shouto  

Additional Tags: Fluff, Flirting, Teasing, Coffee Shop AU, Light and Fun

Words: 1,778

Summary:  Shouto, a student at university, relies on coffee to get him through his semester. What will he do when his favorite cafe is closed for renovations?

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Coffee + Cream

University was kicking Shouto’s ass. With finals seasons only a month away, his professors had decided (like they were trying to screw their students over, he thought) to kick it into high gear. He had numerous projects and essays to finish, some worth over half his grade, and they were really running him ragged as he attempted to complete them all. Not unlike most students, he debated dropping out during the many nights he spent awake until the early hours, contemplating whether it would be better to just go to sleep and accept failure.

Luckily, Shouto had a cure for getting through his many sleep-deprived days: a latte with four extra shots of espresso and steamed almond milk, prepared for him by his favorite coffee shop. It was nearby his apartment, so he could stop by before class and enjoy the caffeine energizing his system.

However, today, on a morning when he desperately needed the caffeine boost, a notice on the café door destroyed all his plans.

“Closed?!”

The café was apparently going through renovations for the next few weeks, meaning Shouto would be unable to indulge in his caffeine kick until then. Frustrated, Shouto blew piece of his hair away from his face.

Well. This sucked.

Shouto checked the time on his phone. If he went to a different café, he could still be on time to class. He searched for nearby coffee shop on his phone, clicked the closest, and started his journey to the café.

The air blew through his long hair, his long locks flowing in the wind. He tried to keep the hair away from his face, but the waves had a mind of their own. Whipping out a hair band from his wrist, he tied his hair back, keeping his speed as he walked. He kept a fast pace, used to the exertion due to his agile livelihood. Weaving through passerbys, Shouto made sure he followed the directions on his phone.

He made it to the café in a timely manner. The shop was still fairly close to his apartment, and on the way to his class, according to his phone. Shouto locked his screen and pushed the door open into the warm coffee shop.

Blissful scents of baking pastries and hot coffee greeted his nose. The coffee shop had a lot of people in it, the patrons’ conversations creating a cacophony of sound. Shouto looked around the warm room, thinking the modern decorations were very attractive. He flitted toward the short line, repeating his memorized order in his mind, just in case he forgot it.

He reached the front of the line quickly, and after glancing at the menu, prepared to give the cashier his order.

“Hello, yes, I’d like a latte—”

Shouto cut off, finally meeting the eyes of the person at the register.

Woah.

“Sorry, what did you want? You kind of cut off right there,” the cashier said, laughing.

Shouto’s mind went completely blank, mesmerized by the eyes of the cashier. They were green, shining in the café light, and matching his whirlwind of tousled curls. He had a cute nose, with a smattering of freckles across his flushed cheeks. His bone structure gave him the appearance of softness, but a hidden strength underneath.

Well. Maybe not hidden, Shouto thought, looking down to the man’s chest. The wide breadth of the smaller man’s chest was obviously muscular, obvious even with his clothes.

“Uhhhhhhh—”

“Oh! Do you need any help? I can probably whip something up if I know what you like.” The man smiled at Shouto again, and Shouto, who had finally regained some semblance of sanity, short-circuted. Wow. His smile could light a thousand forest fires.

Shouto shook his head, trying to restart his brain. Though he already knew what he was going to order, he wanted to keep talking to the cute cashier. “What do you suggest?”

“Hmm.” The cashier tapped a pen against his chin. God, that was adorable. “It’s cold out, so I wouldn’t suggest anything frozen or iced, unless you plan on staying inside. I generally enjoy warm drinks anyway, like lattes or cappuccinos. Depending on if you like it sweet or bitter, I can add syrups or use less milk. We also have dairy substitutions, if you’re into that. It really depends on how strong you like your coffee. Or if you like espresso in the first place. Maybe you’d just enjoy a black coffee. Do you like espresso?”

Shouto blinked back at the cashier, who turned a deep red. The cashier scratched his neck, grinning sheepishly. “Uh, sorry. I tend to ramble a lot, especially when I’m nervous.”

Shouto’s lips twitched. This man was getting cuter by the minute. “Why would you be nervous?”

“Uh-well-that’s—ahaha.” The man turned an even deeper red, fiddling with his pen and mumbling. “I tend to get nervous around pretty people.”

It was Shouto’s turn to blush. He laughed awkwardly, and the green-haired man let out a few awkward chuckles of his own. “Uh. Thanks. You’re not so bad yourself.”

The cashier’s face brightened, somehow appreciating Shouto’s lame attempt at a compliment. “Thanks! Now, did you still need help, or do you know what you want?”

Shouto finally remembered his purpose for coming the shop. He shook his head again, trying to find his train of thought. “I’d like a latte, with almond milk and 4 extra shots of espresso.”

The cashier blinked back at him. He laughed. “Woah, alright, then. I guess you need your caffeine.”

Shouto chuckled. “You have no idea.”

The cashier smiled, writing his order on the cup. “Do you have a name for that order?”

“Shouto.”

The cashier smirked. “Shouto. That’s a nice name. A nice name for an even nicer person.”

Shouto tried to think of a witty response, but his tongue was all tied up at the sight of the beautiful man in front of him. Finally, he managed to say, “What’s your name?”

The cashier winked, pointing to his nametag. “Izuku.”

“Ah. Izuku.”

“Are you going to continue to stare or will you let me make your order?” Izuku smiled, twirling his pen around.

“Ah. Right. You should. Go. Do that.”

Izuku laughed, beginning to prepare Shouto’s drink. “I can still talk while I’m working.”

“What about your other customers?” Shouto asked.

Izuku laughed. “Do you see anyone else waiting?”

Shouto looked around. Everyone else had already been served, and he was the only one left in line. “Oh.”

Izuku chuckled again. “So, Shouto. Are you on your way to class this morning?”

“Ah, yes.” Izuku nodded, urging Shouto to continue. “It’s a literature class.”

“Oh, are you studying literature?” Izuku asked, as he prepared the espresso shots and steamed the milk.

“No.” Shouto shook his head. “I’m studying law. It’s just an elective class I thought would be fun.”

“Oh, cool,” Izuku said. “I’m studying pre-med. I hope to become a doctor of some kind. Maybe an anesthesiologist or a surgeon of some sort? I’m not really sure, right now. Hopefully I figure it out soon.”

“Wow,” Shouto said. “That’s amazing. I have a great respect for those pursuing medical degrees. It seems very challenging.”

Izuku laughed, as he poured the shots and steamed milk together. His deft hands poured the milk gently, holding back the foam with his spoon. “Thanks. Luckily, I was blessed with a very analytical mind, so studying comes naturally to me.”

“That’s awesome,” Shouto said. A cute guy with an ambitious attitude. How was he already enthralled with this man, only a few minutes after knowing him?

“Yeah. I’ve always wanted to save people, so.” Izuku put a cap on the drink, arranging a sleeve on the cup. “This way I can make it possible.”

Shouto smiled softly. “That seems like an honorable goal.”

“Thanks,” Izuku said, smiling at Shouto. “Your drink is finished. Oh. Wait!” Izuku turned away from Shouto for a second. Shouto watched, but was unable to see anything due to Izuku’s body. He wondered what the barista was doing. Finally, Izuku turned back, offering the drink to Shouto. “There. Hope you enjoy!”

Shouto nodded, carefully taking the drink from Izuku. “Thank you.” He paused, about to turn to go. “Uh, maybe I’ll see you again, sometime?”

Izuku laughed. “Okay. Just text me. I’ll tell you when I work, or.” Izuku winked. “When I’m free to hang out.”

Shouto blushed a deep red. “Uh, yeah. Sure. I’ll do that.” He moved to leave, but then stopped. Shouto made his way back toward the counter. “But, I don’t have your number?

Izuku giggled, hiding his smile behind his hand. Shouto could see the outline of a dimple in his right cheek. “Check the side of your cup, Shouto.”

“Huh?” Shouto said. He checked the side. “I don’t see anything?”

Izuku rolled his eyes, huffing a laugh. “Beneath the sleeve.”

Shouto moved the sleeve. An elegant script was written on the side:

                            Maybe I can buy you a coffee sometime?

                                                                                      XXX-XXX-0910

                                                                                                Izuku <3

Shouto blushed again. “Oh.”

Izuku laughed. “I’ll probably still be here after your class, so if you need another caffeine kick, or a place to study.” Izuku spun his pen around, and offered a wink. “You know where to find me.”

“Okay,” Shouto mumbled. He sighed, looking at his phone. “I have to get to class, but thank you.”

“No problem,” Izuku said. He began to wipe the counters. “I’ll see you around?”

“Yeah,” Shouto said. “See you around.”

The bell dinged behind him as Shouto left the coffee shop. He turned to face the blustery wind, walking towards the direction of his class. A small smile met his lips.

Well. That was fun.

He took a sip of his drink, blowing a bit to cool the top. The warm liquid moved through his lips, flowing down his throat and warming his insides.

Holy shit.

Shouto looked at the cup. What had that man done to his drink? The bitter espresso mixed with the almond milk… it was perfection. He could taste the bold flavor of the beans, along with the creamy, light milk. The contrast was amazing, fulfilling and overwhelming his taste buds. Damn. This was the best coffee he had ever had.

Shouto shook his head, smiling. Well. Even if he hadn’t been so infatuated with the cashier, he would have to come back for the stellar coffee.

Facing against the windy, biting breeze, Shouto couldn’t help but feel optimistic. Pressing deadlines, late-night studying sessions, final projects… they all left his brain.

All that remained was a warm drink in his hand, and a beautiful barista, captivating him with a smile.

Hmm. This could be… interesting.

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