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bro hawks is getting firedddd 😭

#HELKSJGLD #bnha #mha #dabihawks #touya todoroki #serica reblogs

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God. Someone help. I'm thinking about Keigo and his schoolboy crush era again.

It's partially his training and the Commission's demand to shut off every feeling that isn't efficient, but it's also simply because he's never done this before, he's never had this before.

He's never been in-love-don't-use-that-word before.

And he really does avoid the word, dancing around it like hot coals littering the floor of his heart. They- you- warm that heart of his so much, so fast that he swears to god you've got some kind of quirk for it; but no, it's just you.

You and your charm and your smarts and your face that he fixates on as if he's a cat and you're the dot of a laser, pupils expanding just as gently as his eyes rest on you. Not hunting you, but entranced.

It's embarrassing and he knows it, the way those well-placed camera grins he's been raised into are now placed well in his path, tripping him up in awkward smiles and helpless looks of utter fondness.

Absolutely whipped, and there's no saving him now.

#mha #mha hawks #keigo takami #mha hawks x reader #hawks x reader #keigo takami x reader #serica rune #fluff ✦

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BNHA DOODLE DUMP IM SHJHDSJSHDKJSDKJAHJKHASDJKJKASDJKHASD

i cant believe im back into bnha

#THE SLUT WAIST ON KEIGO #Sorry. Sorry. #mha #mha hawks #mha iida #mha midoriya #mha tokoyami #serica reblogs

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Yippee!! Yippee!!

#AUGHAGUISGHSUG (VIOLENT CUTENESS AGGRESSION) #Sorry. Sorry. Normal. Regular. #mha #mha hawks #keigo takami #serica reblogs

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Sorry that I don't post consistently and I come back with pathetic wet cat sub Keigo LMAO. (I'm not.)

#serica various

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Keigo laid out on the sheets with his wings spread and his ass in the air, hiccuping and sniffling as he looks over his shoulder, absolutely gripping his pillow and whining like he'll die if you don't put it in.

"Baby," his voice cracks when he says it and it makes his face heat up immediately, because he knows it only makes him more pathetic, "please, please, wanna- need you, baby, I-"

He tunes himself out as he begs. No need to remember what he's saying right now as long as it gets him fucked, in his professional opinion. No, he'll save the open slots in his memory all for you, for the lilt to your voice when you respond in noncommittal hums and thoughtful questions as to whether he deserves it, like you're asking yourself, like he's not a part of the conversation.

To be fair, he's not exactly thinking at the moment. That mind of his, always so quick to the punch, is busy with figuring out just how to convince you into railing him like the needy little princess he wants so badly to be for your eyes only.

His Commission training does wonders to help him arch his back.

#mha #mha hawks #keigo takami #mha hawks x reader #hawks x reader #keigo takami x reader #hawks smut #keigo takami smut #serica rune #smut ✦

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These fuckass birds HAS to be the inspo for Hawks’ hair, you CANNOT tell me otherwise???

#His stupid ass <33 #mha #mha hawks #keigo takami #serica reblogs

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If you’ve ever wondered how reposting hurts artists- yesterday I found a post from 2012ish featuring one of my Sherlock/Doctor Who pieces. That post had 17,604 notes. It wasn’t my post. My post of that art had 0 notes.

Apparently I saw the post once when it was at 6k because an artist I admired reblogged it, but at that stage I was very unwell & not experienced enough with Tumblr to realise what effect it might have.

Looking through the notes now I see that in the six years since then-

Several people got the design as a tattoo.

A number liked it enough to want custom designs but didn’t know how to contact me so that’s approximately £300 I didn’t get a chance to earn.

Someone used that art in the front cover of a comic by accident and while the company fixed it after I contacted them that’s exposure that it’s far too late to capitalise on now.

If you like an artwork that you find off tumblr, please, please I am begging you search for the artist’s name and see if they do actually have a Tumblr you could reblogged from instead. If you’re an artist search your username(s) every so often to see if your work has been taken.

A few hundred quid might not seem like a lot, but that’s a few months of income for me

#Art reposters are shitheads. <3 #serica reblogs #serica various

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Baby photo, he is so ROUND

#OH HIM <3333333333333333 #Ugh. UGH he's so little. AUH. AUGHE. #mha #mha hawks #keigo takami #serica reblogs

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We’ll Be Okay - Kintsugi

Keigo Takami/Reader

Description:

Depression is hard. And yet, just a little bit easier with someone else. Especially when that someone else knows exactly what you’re going through.

In this one-shot, you follow your day as both you and Keigo help each other with your latest episodes. The two of you determined to see each other through the night, loved and intact.

Word Count: 8,769

Read it here!

#I'm ill about this. ILL. /pos #Love this so so much. Gorgeous work. #serica reblogs

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#THEY GAVE HAWKS THE WHITE BOY SMILE #<- HSLKAHDL #This art style is so edible. I love the linework. #mha #mha hawks #keigo takami #serica reblogs

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Sheepish・✦ oneshot

adjective - embarrassed or bashful, as by having done something wrong or foolish.・✦

The poor thing's never been trained on how to appear to events with a date on his arm. Or if he was, he's forgotten completely just by a glance at you.

THIS ONE GOES OUT TO @takami-takami HAPPY WAY LATE BIRTHDAY THIS WAS MEANT TO BE A DRABBLE AND IT GOT SO OUT OF HAND ALSKHKDGLS. I've been trying to figure out what exactly to write for it and decided you deserve a mishmash of everything we adore about the birdie. Much love always and an incredibly happy (month-after-I'm-so-sorry) 26th. 💕

For someone with such a fun-loving persona, one would think that number two pro hero Hawks would enjoy this sort of thing.

Keigo does not.

Well, he usually doesn't.

Events hosted by the Commission tend to be just like the front it puts up: bright and decorated displays of prestige with little substance under the glitter. A media staging, as usual.

In years past, he's greeted these Hero Galas with a scowl and a cynical remark in the privacy of his thoughts, the only place where he can scorn his handlers all he wants and get away with naught but a wasted evening.

But tonight? Tonight he's greeting you as he escorts you in.

You look nothing short of radiant, dressed in something he'd caught a longing glance at and convinced you to let him buy, just this once, babe, c'mon, lemme spoil you.

And god, he finds new gods to thank that you let him.

It's perfect on you, its shapes elegant and its colors gorgeous on your skin, wrapping you in what may as well be diamonds.

He pockets the thought- solitaire, halo, three-stone, vintage? Details to consider later with the question of how to ask.

For now, he shows you around the venue. Shows you off, in a way, shows his most earnest expression of pride when he introduces you to everyone he can just for the sake of doing it.

Mine, his poorly-tempered smile gloats, they're mine.

As much as he'd like to, he doesn't say that. It's "this is my partner" instead, warmth floating in his voice with the sound of your name.

He's the picture of lovesick at dinner; sliding your chair back for you, sitting right beside, he barely lets you leave the seat because he's preoccupied with rushing to do everything he can for you.

His eyes have barely left you for half a minute in total the entire night, and you get the feeling that the number won't grow by much.

It sure doesn't raise by even a single decimal when the crowd moves to the ballroom. Those golden hues are set on your features like it would hurt to look away, unapologetic in his captivation.

Except for when you step onto the dance floor together, which is when he turns into the most hopeless fool you've ever seen.

Hawks knows what to do here.

Hawks has been through years of discipline, strict regimens for how to act in every possible situation, combat and negotiation and formal gatherings alike. Taught how to present himself with the easy grace befitting of the Commission's winning prize.

But Keigo?

Keigo is forgetting how to dance.

"Uh, dove," his hands linger in the air, hesitant, "do you mind if I-?"

Even when you nod, he's uncertain of it. Not of the fact that he wants to dance- he'd keep you in his arms for the rest of his life if he could.

But for some reason he can't place, his nerves fold upon themselves until they can no longer tell his limbs to move. He looks like a deer in headlights and his legs feel like a fawn only just standing.

When you send a questioning glance his way, he can only give a sort of helpless gesture. "Sorry, babe- I just, uh-"

"You look too pretty tonight, s'just..."

He trails off with heated cheeks as you press your smile to the back of his hands, pouting with a terminal blush as he admits, "feels like 'm gonna mess it up."

"The dance?" you question, just to be sure, and he raises your hands to hide behind them in embarrassment with a mumbled, "yeah..."

You can't help but laugh at the look on his face, like a schoolboy with a love letter outstretched, and don't bother resisting the urge to tease him as you pull him towards a more secluded corner. "I thought you told me that you knew three different kinds of partnered dance. What happened to that, birdie?"

"I know," he protests weakly, burying his flush in your shoulder as he lets a groan escape him. "I know, I know. And- and I do, I promise."

When you respond with a skeptical mhm, he huffs at you, petulant indignation even while his eyes crease at the corners. "I do!"

"It's just... you're so... you look so..." A sweeping gesture at you as if he can't put the words to it; from his brief silence, you figure that's likely the case. Several moments pass, and he continues more quietly, "you look sacred, dove. Feels like it'd be a sin to treat you wrong."

He's sweet. It's probably the most romantic thing you've ever heard.

You let your lips curve upwards in something between fondness and an utterly shit-eating grin. "You're shy."

Keigo does his best to pretend to disagree, and eventually gives up, only responding with a silent nod. That softens your teasing, fingers carding through his hair and sorting the strands. "You don't have to be embarrassed, you know... I'm a little nervous too. It's not like I'm very used to elaborate things like this."

"But you're the last person who should be," he complains, melting easily into the brush of your touch. "You're too good to be here. You look better than everyone else by a million."

"I think you do," you counter, letting your hands settle around the back of his neck as his face makes a home in the crook of yours. He just hums, flustered but appreciative, allowing you to sway him gently to the music in your little dance floor for two.

His voice is quiet when he speaks next, after a song has passed in your corner. "I'm gonna marry you someday, I swear to god."

He looks up at you as if to examine your reaction, his lashes fluttering when you lean forward to kiss him. After you pull away, he's nearly beaming, and he brightens further at your next words.

"I'll be waiting for it."

#mha hawks #mha takami keigo #mha keigo takami #hawks #takami keigo #keigo takami #hawks x reader #takami keigo x reader #keigo takami x reader #serica rune #fluff ✦

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If there's one thing about me, it's that I love writing pining!Keigo. The fluff tag will forever be full on this blog and I can promise you that.

#serica chatter

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Sparkling・✦ drabble

adjective - shining with flashing points or gleams of reflected light, as the ocean or a faceted gemstone.・✦

So what if Keigo's single? So what if Keigo's not on the market? So what if Keigo's staring at a ring in a window and thinking of someone who he is decidedly not in love with?

What about it?

He didn't mean to stop on his walk, really.

It's late at night, enough that there's less fans around to consider his image or what every action could imply, and Keigo is standing in front of a jewelry store with his eyes on the display.

There's a wide assortment of items, of course. That's why it's a store. For anything other than jewelry to be present would be ridiculous.

His first attempt of many to rationalize falls when his eyes do- to what he knows caught his gaze in the first place.

The rings.

Faceted stones set in carefully polished metal, some engraved with artisan designs and others a simple band and all of them beautiful in their symbolism. Made to rest on a married hand, to be slid on a ring finger with tenderness and affection.

Keigo wonders idly what it's like, domestic life.

He wonders if it's like you.

Is it like when you get all worried for him after a harsh battle, fussing over every minor scrape or scratch?

Is it like when you enter his apartment with bags of snacks on your arms and a greeting on your lips, the ones he finds his attention caught by even hours after you're asleep on his couch?

Is it like when you brush away the particulates left on his coat after work as a fond smile creases your expression, gentle hands trailing over the fabric before they move to ruffle his mussed hair, a soft noise of amusement heard through his daze when he leans into the touch like an eager puppy?

He wonders about those hands of yours, which treat him so kindly without a second thought. He thinks about rings.

The eternal debate crops up again, questioning details he's never had the courage to attach to your cherished friendship.

Which metal would you want? What kind of design would you like? Between a spring or a fall wedding, which would you prefer?

Would you wear a dress or a suit?

His breath falters.

The idea of you in either one makes his chest feel like shaken soda.

Keigo catches himself before his thoughts can get any more... that. Any deeper in this hole he's digging with restless paws.

Any further in love with you.

Fuck.

He shakes his head and it doesn't clear, but the air on his face reminds him where he is.

Right. Just gotta finish patrol. Then I can get home and...

And what? Repress this sweetened warmth in his stomach yet again?

...Nah. To keep imagining your wedding. He won't acknowledge that fact, though. It'd be letting those stubborn feelings prevail.

A slow breath, and he keeps walking as he shifts his focus back to the duty he's born and bred for, returning to his sworn responsibility as the confident, capable number two hero who does not have a crush.

He memorizes the shop name, anyways.

Just in case.

#mha hawks #mha takami keigo #mha keigo takami #hawks #takami keigo #keigo takami #hawks x reader #takami keigo x reader #keigo takami x reader #serica rune #fluff ✦

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recently there's a "touch map" trend on twt (mostly for cats) but i wanted to do one for him bc i feel like he loves physical affection! also reader/yn/you pov bc he'd never show this side of him to randos 😔 also curious of what others' thoughts abt it (nothing too nsfw pls)

#Incredibly obsessed with how soft you draw him. #He deserves all affection ever. Kis kis. #mha #mha hawks #keigo takami #serica reblogs

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Keigo is a tit man, thanks.

This applies to any gender, any size, in any context.

He'll ask first, but the man stims with 'em. He just. They're soft warm stress balls and they have the added bonus of oh hey there's the love of my life attached to them!

He's just.

#mha #mha hawks #mha hawks x reader #keigo takami #serica chatter

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i love him 🥺

#HIM <3333333333 #You do him so much justice. He is SOOOO so pretty. #mha #mha hawks #keigo takami #serica reblogs