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sidgeno-ficrecs · 8 months

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game plan by @thehoyden

sidgeno (2013, explicit, 10.3k)

Unlike Nealsy, Evgeni can cook his own food when he has it. He’s perfectly capable of making breakfast. His kitchen is well-equipped, and he’s got some good basic cooking skills down. In short, he is not going to starve to death if left to his own devices. None of this seems to matter to Sid.

Sid opens the door off the garage with a spatula in one hand. He’s already wearing what Evgeni recognizes as Sid’s lying-around-the-house clothes, a t-shirt that’s thin and well-worn and a pair of plaid pajama pants with a hole in one hem. His hair is fluffy and a little wild in its ungelled state, making it look soft and sort of pettable.

Evgeni is halfway to — tangling his fingers in Sid’s hair? — before he drops his hand and then awkwardly covers it with hug, which starts off kind of weird because they’re not on the ice, and Sid is still holding a spatula and they’re both stupid with half a night of terrible sleep. But then Sid relaxes into it, and goes butter-soft pliant in Evgeni’s arms, and, well, if you can’t hug your captain and friend when he’s making you breakfast after a long road trip, when can you?

i love the idea of a comfort fic. i think we all have them, right? the fic or fics that we know we'll enjoy no matter what mood we're in, no matter what tropes or whatever we might be craving. the fic that can help you relax after a bad day enough to calm down. it's the perfect length—not so long that you lose an entire day (or more!) to it, but not so short that you finish the story before you had a chance to really get settled in.

this one is mine.

there's a certain charm to fics from 2013. the characterizations are by and large vastly different from current trends, and while not all of them are to my taste all the time, it's like entering a time machine and getting a glimpse back into a world where sid and geno had only won one cup, and the OG crew was still intact, and everyone was so young and had so much potential ahead of them still. the concussion years were also fresh, in a way that i think it might be hard for newer fans to understand and honestly for older fans to really remember, and that really comes through in a lot of stories.

and of course, no matter the plot, the trope, or the characterization choice, a brilliant author is a brilliant author, and i think we all know that @thehoyden is a brilliant author.

this fic is simply delightful. geno's clear fondness for sid shines through, and sid's returned feelings for geno take a bit longer to surface, but we as the audience realize them at the same pace that geno does, and it's really just lovely and comforting to immerse yourself in. sid's gentle pushiness about geno coming over to eat, the care with which he prepares their meals, and their physical comfort with each other—yum yum.

speaking of. this fic is gonna make you hungry. this fic is gonna make you want brunch. it will be something you think about until you're able to spend too much money on eggs benedict. i'm not sorry because this morsel is absolutely worth it.

read it here on ao3!

and please don't forget to leave a comment, on this and any fic you read to completion—comments make authors write more, and i personally love leaving them because i know i made someone's day! comments and kudos keep fandom alive :)

#sidgeno #sidgeno fic recs #hockey rpf #hockey fic recs #@thehoyden #per y'alls feedback i'm going to try to publish a new rec every friday #but i'm in the middle of a move and things are a little discombobulated rn #keep your fingers crossed that i get settled in quickly and can get back on track!#also using this to promote positive vibes because yeesh lol

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sugarmaplewings-fics · 3 years

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Hey Kiri I won’t mention any names but someone said you should look in the mirror and realize how attractive as hell you are! 😏 I agree by the way as I myself just want to hold you and take care of you and just follow your every whim because I can’t help but to feel that way! Just saying. You’re nice, really good looking, strong and tough, manly, your quirk is awesome (I love seeing it in action), and you are my favorite comfort. You really are the best to me and don’t you forget that! Promise?

I’m trying something different here bc I can. I’m not sure if this is going to work out but this is the response-ask thing that got all messed up n im cranky about it >:( This got pretty angsty and I’m not super proud of it, but idk, this is what I came up with.

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You laid sprawled out on Kirishima’s bed, the soft greens and browns of his blanket rumpled under your legs. For the first time in a long time, a head of red hair rested on your chest, tucked in between your legs as he hugged you from below. Normally your boyfriend would insist on being the one holding you, but it was evident that today hadn’t been easy on him.

Your hands wove through his ungelled hair, pausing to rub circles into his scalp. There was a different aura about him tonight, completely divergent from what you were used to. You took notice of how he hid his face, and even kept his voice down when he spoke.

“Are you going to tell me what’s going on?” you asked softly, trying not to press him.

He shrugged, reluctant to move his nose from where he’d snuggled into you.

“I understand if you don’t want to talk,” you murmured, continuing to drag your fingers through his surprisingly soft hair. “But sometimes it feels better when you do.”

He finally sighed, shifting so he could free his lips from your shirt. “I messed up again today.” You weren’t sure if you’d ever heard him speak so lowly. “I just keep. Messing. Up. I haven’t done well at any of our class hero simulations lately and I just feel like I’ve fallen behind all over again. My quirk just isn’t—I’m not— . . . sometimes I wonder if I’m even cut out to be a hero.”

You felt as though a stone had just sunk down in your stomach, lodging heavily at the bottom. “I—I didn’t . . . I never knew you felt that way.”

It was the truth. How could you have seen it? Sure there had been offhand comments where he might put himself down, and maybe he’d seemed a little more uncomfortable around Tetsutetsu than you figured he’d be, but still.

He shrugged again, turning back to your shirt. “I’m not exactly open about it.”

You hummed, sliding your hands up the back of his tank top to rub more soothing patterns on his skin.

“I feel like a fraud. My attitude, my manliness, all of it. My hair isn’t even red.”

You glanced down at him. “Looks pretty red to me.”

“Naturally, I mean.”

“I know.” You let his words sink into you for a moment, trying to choose what to say. “I think you’re going to be an amazing hero. You already are, look at you.”

He sighed through his nose, finally looking up to meet your eyes. “But . . . what if my quirk isn’t good enough? It’s not super flashy or powerful like Bakugou’s—”

“So?” you cut in. “Your quirk is really strong, literally, and I see you improving it every day. You just have to keep working at it like we all are. You can get even stronger, I just know it. It’ll all be worth it in the end.”

“It’s still kinda boring . . . .”

“Let me tell you, there is nothing boring about Unbreakable. I am so glad I’m not a villain, I’d be terrified. It’s totally epic and you’re a great fighter. I love seeing you in action. Maybe you won’t be the world’s next All Might, but you’ll always be the best to me. My hero.” You leaned down and kissed his forehead, watching his eyelids flutter closed. “And you’re so manly. You have a strong and chivalrous heart. I can tell, trust me. You’re no fake.”

“I wasn’t always like that,” he admitted.

“And? We change. We’re meant to. As long as we make changes for the better, we’re on the right track. You’re an amazing person, Eiji, and so important to me and everyone around you. I don’t know what I’d do without you.” You kissed his forehead again, pressing your lips against his skin in an attempt to convey your love for him. “Please don’t forget that. I know these kinds of thoughts . . . don’t go away, but please tell me when you have them. I don’t know what I can do necessarily, but I want to be there for you to help in any way I can.”

“Thanks.” He wrapped his arms tighter around your body, seemingly unwilling to ever let go of you.

Stroking his bangs out of his face, you let your fingers gently glide over his cheek. “Is there anything else I can do right now?”

Eijirou thought for a moment, gazing off into space with those lustrous ruby eyes of his. “I like being held by you,” he finally said. “I guess I just want you here with me.”

“I can do that.” You settled into his bed further, going back to massaging his back muscles. Humming, you watched as his eyes began to drift closed. “I love you,” you whispered to him. “No matter what.”

“I love you too,” he mumbled, and you couldn’t help but notice the ghost of his usual smile appearing on his lips.

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#kirishima x reader #sugar's 900 #maple messages #drabble 2.5/3 🦈

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