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summerinthecloudsx · 11 months

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cw: angst to comfort, nightmares/trouble sleeping, self doubt, suggestive at the end. Might do a part two? MINORS DNI.

Hawks doesn’t ask if you’re okay. When he stumbles into the dimly lit kitchen to find you elbow deep in soapy water, he knows. He can’t see the way your eyes droop, angry, inflamed circles around them from sleep deprivation or crying he isn’t sure. Probably some combination of both. He can’t hear your soft sniffles, the little hiccups that escape no matter how hard you try to hold them in.

He does see the way your shoulders shake, though. And not just from the force of scrubbing already spotless dishes in the water he knows is too hot. He can see the steam rising in thin ribbons, floating to the warm yellow light above the sink. It was a small request you had when you purchased the home with him earlier this year. None of the harsh, pale lighting and cold white walls you had grown used to in your shared apartment. And Keigo, happy as long as you were, obliged. The walls of the living room had been painted forest green with flower petals and golden vines. The master bedroom was a rich shade of royal blue with golden flecks and lavender haze that reminded you of space. The bathrooms of white but decorated with handwritten quotes and doodles from all of your friends. And two spare rooms, undecorated save for the feathers you had painted on the wall to remind you of your husband, for use however you two decided in the future. It was a dream. To have purchased a home of your own and to have a husband like Keigo who happily went along with your decorative tastes and smiled every time you thought of something new to add.

It was the kitchen, though, that haunted him. On every side, pale yellow walls surrounded him. And though marigolds in hues of burnt orange, autumn red, and varying shades in between graced the edges above the hardwood flooring, it felt…lifeless.

Keigo had never been a truly spiritual person. He didn’t put much faith into things he couldn’t see or results he couldn’t depend on, but even he knew something was off about the kitchen. It was as if the moment you strode through the dark wooden doorway, the happiness was gone. Leeched, forcibly drained as if some entity existed in the spaces between the walls and demanded payment for entry.

It had become a routine to find you within these yellow walls, scrubbing dishes, cleaning countertops, compiling grocery lists or budgeting. All ordinary, mundane parts of life that needed to be done. Tasks which Keigo had offered to help with in the beginning, though he gave up after numerous cheerful rejections from you.

“It’s all good! You’re busy with hero work. I’ve got this!”

You’d said it with such determination, he didn’t have the heart to argue. He didn’t want to offend you or make you think he doubted your capabilities. He’d watched you pull yourself out of a life of rage and torment. You had been what most would call a villain when he first met you, and he always reminded you that you pulled yourself out of the darkness. He had merely been there to assist.

He never doubted your strength. He only ever feared your willingness to speak up whenever life became too much. And it seemed he had been correct.

“Need some help?” His voice is soft behind you. There’s a hint of his playful smile, though tinged with sadness.

Silence is the only answer he receives. He’s used to this. You shutting down when your emotions are too fierce, and while both of you know it’s not the healthiest route, he knows getting angry or forcing you to speak won’t change anything. So, as he’s done many nights before, he grabs a clean towel and stands beside you.

“You wash, I’ll dry, right?” He asks, his hip lightly bumping against you.

You swallow hard. Keigo watches your jaw tense, cheek sunken in on one side as you chew at the inside of it. A habit you’ve been trying to break.

For a while, you stare at the towel in his hands. You’ve stopped washing, pulling your hands out of the steaming water so your wrists sit on the edge of the sink. His oversized shirt you’ve taken as your own is damp now, the material clinging to your midsection though it flows around your mid-thigh where it’s dry.

Keigo waits patiently, watching you out of the corner of his eye as he finishes the dishes and drains the water on his own. You want to talk so badly. He can see it in the way you keep clenching and unclenching your jaw, brow furrowed and eyes darting frantically from side to side.

“How could you ever love someone like me?”

Your question is quiet, but it still cuts through him like a blade. Maybe it’s the harshness of your voice or the tears that have begun to trail down your cheeks. Or maybe it’s the way your eyes are focused on his hands rather than his face. Not for any particular reason, he’s discovered over the years. All he knows is that it’s hard for you to make eye contact with him when you’re upset like this.

“Sweetheart, I’d love you even if you were a worm.” Keigo’s voice is laced with playfulness as is his personality.

Some strange cross between a sob and a laugh echoes in the kitchen. Your hand rises to wipe at the liquid pooling under your eyes and around your nose, but Keigo is faster. Softly, his fingers sweep across your cheeks until your face is cupped within his hands. He’s so close now you can feel his flannel pajamas tickling your bare legs, his torso pressed against you despite the dampness of your shirt.

“You’ll get wet, stop.”

Keigo huffs out a short laugh, his thumbs ghosting over the area beneath your eyes. Slowly, his hands slide to your neck, leaving a scorching path of heat as they trail down your arms. The ring on his left hand is cool against your skin as he lifts your shirt, fingertips tracing circles on your hips. “Then take it off. Let’s go shower and go back to bed.”

You pull your lip between your teeth, the idea of a hot shower blissful but the threat of sleep too disturbing to entertain. It won’t be restful, even with Keigo by your side. Maybe especially because of that. Because all you can think about is how much you’ve tarnished him. How much of his reputation has been damaged because he fell in love with someone who used to be a villain.

“Hey.” Keigo’s voice pulls you away from your thoughts before you can truly slip back into them. His left hand has a firm hold on your hip now while the other slides around to your back.

“I don’t give a shit what anyone says about us. You’re mine. And I’m yours. And if they want their friendly neighborhood Hawks to stick around, they’ll learn to treat you how you deserve.” His fingers ghost up your spine, leaving a tingling sensation that almost makes you lightheaded. And his lips. His lips are oh so soft as they press against your neck in a feathery touch that forces your hand to latch onto him for fear of falling.

“You’re my baby aren’t you? Whatever you did, however you feel, you’re still my baby.” The trail of hot kisses he leads to your ear is addictive, distracting in the best way possible. “So, can we go back to bed?”

You shake your head despite the fog falling over you. This feels good. It feels right. But you’re so tired of sleepless nights and fighting to keep the nightmares at bay. “Can’t sleep,” you barely mumble.

He chuckles again, hot breath fanning against your ear in a way that makes you sag against him. He’s so warm, so persistent in his love for you. It would be hard not to fall for him.

“We don’t have to sleep if you don’t want to, sweetheart. But, can I show you how much I love you?”

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soleilandpeaches · 1 year

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would a kiss be too much to ask?

KeigoxFem!Reader

synopsis: Keigo’s been planning on finally telling you how he feels, stupidly, he spontaneously decides to show you instead.

warnings: uses of drugs/alcohol, masturbation, drunken confessions, angst, cliffhanger, shorter chapter

song title inspo: Too Much to Ask by Arctic Monkeys

(pt. I) (pt. III)

“He seemed way too infatuated, plus, he wasn’t really my type.” You drone on, keeping your eyes trained onto the mug in your hands, the one he had made with you about a year ago. He watches as your fingers idally trace the colorful patterns edged into the clay. He can tell you’re disappointed and yet he feels guilty, happy it didn’t work out.

He can’t seem to ignore the rising ugliness of jealousy bubbling up inside him. All he can do is clench his jaw and hope you don’t notice. But you can’t, because you keep your eyes downcasted and away from him. He wants to shake you by your shoulders and shout in your face that: “He’s right here! He’s always been here.”

He listens to you complain about failed talking stages, dates that never seem to make it past the 2nd week mark, the people you seek out only to eventually be let down. He keeps thinking about how he could treat you so much better, better than those idiots who don’t know how to please you like he can. He takes you out, he pays for things you like even when you insist he shouldn’t, he showers you with compliments, hugs, affection, whatever you ask for! He does things for you without asking, stopping at little stores to buy you little gifts, tokens to signify your friendship. Yet still, why do you feel so out of reach, centimeters away from the tips of his fingers yet too far to grasp; you slip away just before he reaches you.

Is it because of his job? He’s aware dating a hero doesn’t compare to dating someone who isn’t, the risks of it all threatens even him to reconsider pursuing you. He also isn’t oblivious to how the media often likes to portray him. He doesn’t consider himself to be the uncommitted playboy the tabloids paint him as. Still, he understands why you might be hesitant to consider him as a partner. Even though you know he isn’t like that—there has to be another reason.

He ponders for a moment, questioning if you even see him that way at all. Although as soon as the thought comes it leaves just as quickly. No, he decides, that can’t be it either. He’s not stupid: he knows your relationship hasn’t exactly always been completely platonic. He wouldn’t do the things he does with you with anyone else, even if he had another best friend. He sees the way you sometimes look at him, your eyes tell him the truth.

He’s a good-looking guy, he knows. He takes pride in his appearance, taking time out of his day to stay clean and pretty. He knows the effect he often has on others: he’s a heartthrob. So how come it’s taking him this long to tie you down and make you his? He’s probably overthinking it, he’s considered that possibility for a long time. Yet, the mere thought of tossing everything he’s built with you down the drain isn’t far off from the idea of plucking each feather from his back, one-by-one.

The image of your face twisting into distress or pity, quietly telling him you don’t see him that way, that he’s just a friend and never anything more. Even worse if you just see him as some kind of brotherly figure, solidifying the concept of your relationship to never progress into anything more.

He knows that’s just how life is, people and relationships come and go but you, you’re different. You and your pretty face will forever haunt his dreams or appear every time he closes his eyes. He will always yearn for your touch, your voice, and your smell. And even though his throat tightens at the idea of losing you, his restraint is hanging on by a thread.

Because now, he’s home alone, fisting his cock as he mutters your name into the hem of his shirt gritted between his teeth. His pants hung low on his hips, unruly and unshaved pubes tickling his knuckles every time his fingers stroke his base.

He lets his thoughts roam from the memory of you, to imagining himself fucking you the way he’s been desperately craving. He’d hold you by your hips, pulling you backwards to meet his unforgiving thrusts as you beg for more. He’d whisper filthy nothings into your ear, forcing you to look at him as he fucks you harder.

He’d ask you to beg for him before he’s filling your pretty little pussy with his seed. The image of your cunt dripping with white has him coming with a shout, he lets his shirt fall as he tosses his head back, Adam’s apple bobbing as thick cum spills down his hand and spurts onto his stomach.

Slowly pumping his cock as he rides out his high, he’s murmuring your name over and over. He lets the shame wash over him, completely used to it by now but he’s done promising himself it would be the last time. His fingers itch to call you, drunk on the thought of your voice lulling him to sleep. Yet he refrains—he needs time to cool off anyway.

You’re both drunk, him more than you it seems. You decided tonight you’d rather get high instead, but the taste of alcohol was too sweet to pass up. He wanted to tell you mixing was a mistake—“Oh, let me live a little.” The memory of your grumbled bickering caused him to smile. Your droopy eyes and your puffed cheeks, pouty lips and twitching nose, he could never seem to say no to you.

You were leaning against your kitchen counter, laughing at your phone and eating away at a bag of chips. In his defense, he wasn’t exactly sure what came over him at that moment. There was only one thought echoing in his mind: He needed you to know.

Willing himself to stand, he makes his way over to you, not even hesitating to grasp the phone out from your fingers and onto the counter behind you.

“Hey!” You protest, seemingly irritated with his rude gesture. “What gives?”

Leaning into you, his arms snaking their way around your waist as his lips twitch against the shell of your ear: “You’re not paying attention to me.” He murmurs with a flirtatious grin before nosing your cheek with a happy sigh.

“Well you could’ve just said so…” You grumble, your hands reaching to scratch at his scalp, waiting for his hum of approval.

“You’re so pretty…” He’s backing away now to stare into you, face drawn serious yet pleading. His eyes are darting back-and-forth between your own, searching for any signs of discomfort.

You’re smiling, but your eyebrows are pinched together in confusion. You let out a chuckle: “You’re so drunk.” You opt to say, causing him to frown.

“But you’re still beautiful.” He’s holding you in a way a lover would, hands gently resting on your waist, thumbs massaging back-and-forth into your supple skin.

“Thank you Keigo,” you whispered after a moment. “you’re beautiful too.”

“Yeah?” His teeth glimmer against the faint blue light of the T.V. as his lips stretch into a smile. He’s adoring you affectionately, eyes only speaking in tongues of love as his nose crinkles and his dimples portrued. He knows he’s beautiful, but hearing you say it so matter-of-factly has him higher than any drug.

“Can I kiss you?” The question leaves his lips before he catches it, mouth already parted to carry out the action as his eyes flicker to yours.

“What?” You ask in a quiet, hushed voice, as if you didn’t really believe you had heard him correctly. He doesn’t repeat it though; he knows you heard him.

“Please?” He begs instead, he’d promise you just one but it would be a lie. He’s leaning into you now, face centimeters from yours, eyes meeting yours again for any sign of approval. You wait, the noise echoing from the T.V. combined with your shared breaths being the only sound to escape.

“I–“ You begin but fail to finish as he watches your attention divert to his mouth. He knows now that you’re considering it, but he needs to hear you say it.

“Yes?” He wasn’t sure if he was asking you to continue or your permission. Yet the hilt to his voice creates goosebumps to litter your skin as you shiver against him. Just as he thinks you’re going to allow him, your hand comes to push him away by his chest, turning your cheek and you stare at something other than him.

“You’re drunk.” You assert with less warmth, ears red and lip caught between your teeth.

“So?” Almost angry, he’s pinching you by your chin to face him again, he fights back the urge to force your lips against his.

“Stop. Let’s just go to sleep.” You coax his hand away from your face as you push past him, leaving him stunned and at a loss for words. Still, he follows you blindly and into your room like a lovesick puppy.

He calls your name as you leave him standing alone amongst your things to go wash up. You stay silent. Whatever.

He’s peeling away his shirt before slumping against your duvet, letting out a much needed drone of remorse. He’s beginning to regret his actions but at the same time, relieved he got to see you so flustered because of him. He knows now you at least wanted to kiss him.

You reenter the room demanding him to wash up because: “your breath reeks.” He wonders if that’s why you rejected him. He pulls himself up to do as he’s told, stalling as he watches you climb into bed.

Once he’s finished and has you wrapped around him, he’s shoving his face into your breasts and forcing your hand to pet at his hair.

“Will you kiss me when I’m sober?” He wonders aloud, half to himself. You sigh, your hand pausing in its menstruations. “You won’t even remember…”

“Yes I will.” He wants to continue arguing, but his eyes are falling in weight as his breath heaves for a long yawn.

“Just go to sleep.” You refuse him your usual nicknames, your voice holding a slight quiver as you wait for him to sleep. After a moment he feels you pull away from him and roll over with your back turned to him. He attempts to spoon your body but you simply stand up and exit the bedroom, sniffles following you.

He attempts to call after you but sleep seems to overtake him instead. And just as quick as it comes, it’s over, a bright blue sky greeting him instead of your face. Hungover and groggy, he sits up wondering where you were and what time it was. Pulling the sheets off of him, he rubs his palms into his eyes.

Creeping out of your room and into your living space, time slows as fear pools into his stomach at the sight of your body splain across the couch, memories of the previous night flood his brain. He went too far, he realizes as he stares at your dried tears and chewed lips. He’s going to lose you.

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sanzusslutt · 10 months

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ʀᴇɢʀᴇᴛꜱ♡︎

your ears finally seem to get some peace as you close the bar's bathroom door. this has been a long night and the unbearable headache the alcohol has given you isn't helping at all. the bathroom seemed empty as you make your way to the washbasin, craving for some quiet and get away from all the loud music and the extreme make out sessions.

unfortunately the silence did not last long. as the bathroom door opened, without turning your head, your eyes got a glimpse of a blond man but something red and big stole your attention. your eyes unconsciously shoot to the mirror in front of you, wanting to see who just entered and hoping it wasn't who you though it was. fuck, it was him. blond messy locks falling beautifully on his face, gold wide eyes staring at-

you immediately stoped your thoughts when you realized that you're staring at your 6 months now ex. he stood there for a good 15 seconds, admiring the mesmerizing view in front of his eyes. he shaked his head, trying to focus on why he came to the bathroom and not the beautiful form inside the room. easier said than done...

you could tell he was drunk. not wasted but definitely drunk. you turned your head downwards, facing the washbasin and trying to ignore the fucking elephant in the room. the air was getting thicker as you turned around, making your way to one of the bathrooms, leaving the hero facing your back. but just as you were about to open the foggy glass door, you felt something grabbing your hand and in seconds you were with your back on the cold tile wall and the blond man pinning you against it, trapping you between the wall and his mascular body.

his handsome face was so close to yours that you had to fight with all hell's demons not to kiss him right there and then. the silence was louder than the awful music playing in the club's dancing floor. what if someone came in? what if your current boyfriend finds out? what if he saw you like this?

"kei- hawks.. please let me..." you hesitantly said, staring at his black shirt and dying not to look him directly in his eyes. angels and devils fighting inside you to make the best decision. angels, stated that the best decision is to push him out of the way when the devils on the other side, insisted on grabbing him by his unbuttoned black shirt and kiss him till your lips go numb.

he slowly moved his hand and placed it gently on your neck, his thumb on your cheek to rise your head so you're now faced to him. you couldn't even form the right words to tell him that you want to leave. you actually didn't want to find the words.

you had a thing going on for some weeks like a month ago but he had to leave the city for some hero work. your current boyfriend wasn't even your choice to be honest. your parents made you start dating him as he was the only son of your father's boss, making him the perfect and richest person of the city. not wanting to cause trouble to both you and your parents, you agreed. you wanted a change, but that doesn't mean that you were ready for one.

"look me in the eyes and tell me to leave." the alcohol in his breath and the smell of his expensive cologne making you dizzy as his voice was harse and cold like his hand around your neck, forcing you to only look at his gold eyes and nothing else while he waits impatiently for your answer.

"what we are doing is wrong. we have to stop." his eyes eating your figure as soon as he finished his sentence. you knew that being with your ex boyfriend in the bar's bathroom behind your current partner's back was cruel. you knew that. but, how could you fight back the feelings of love you had for the bird pro hero.

he lowered his messed head, placing it on your shoulder as he loosened the grip he had on your neck. "I.." he started. as soon as he opened his mouth to speak he felt the words heavy on his tongue, fighting not to be spoken. his other hand forming a tight fist against the tile wall, right next to his rested head. his mind turning into a jungle of words but none of them seemed to form a proper sentence. everything inside him begging not to say another word because if he did, he would instantly regret it for the rest of his life.

images from the life you had together started playing on his mind like an unwanted movie, building tears of nostalgia in his eyes. "I c- can't keep doing this, y/n.." he couldn't hold back the breaking of his voice and the quiet sob as it fell of his lips. "it's breaking me.. the fact that he gave you everything I couldn't.. the fact that he is the one making your day better.. the fact that he is the one forming a smile to your pretty and sweet face.. because all I did was bring tears to your perfect eyes.." that wasn't what he wanted to tell you. no. what is he doing?.. this is useless.. you can't fix-

"keigo.." your soft voice broke the silence and turned his attention away from his bad thoughts. he removed his heavy head from your shoulder, blurry eyes meeting yours as you placed your little palm on his red cheek, comforting him and reassuring him that he is what you wanted. "the guy you're so obsessed over is not who I want to spend the rest of my life with, keigo.. and he could never replace you. ever." that was his last straw. tears of now joy and relief falling down his cheeks and decorating his perfectly-made face.

"fuck.." he chuckled. "I just made myself looking like an obsessed idiot.. sorry.. we aren't even together anymore and I-" you closed the distance between your soft lips and his, taking him by surprise and shutting him up. you moved your head backwards, breaking the kiss and placing both your hands to each side of his handsome face. "I am the idiot for breaking up with you and making you feel so horrible.. I'm so so sorry.." you sweetly said, placing a little peck on his forehead.

he circled his big arms around your waist, pulling your perfect to him body closer to his. this felt right to him. the familiar sense of your bodys together, connecting in every way possible. his safe place inside your arms that want nothing more than his happiness from him. thats what he desired for you too, his perfect little princess.

#I've had this in my drafts for way too long #but i cant #i love him #mha hawks #pro hero hawks #hawks fluff #i love hawks #my hero academia hawks #wing hero hawks #mha takami keigo #takami keigo x reader #takami keigo #keigo x y/n #keigo takami #keigo x reader #keigo angst #keigo fluff #keigo takami mha

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roaron · 1 year

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Heyooo- I was thinking about ex husband Hawks or todoroki(shoto). I loved the ex husband bakugou hdc you wrote and I love hurting my soul with angst-

I love your writings, it’s literally perfect

- oh my god thank you so much and im so sorry I haven’t been able to do this for you sooner, I’ve been so busy it’s crazy. SO to make up for it ill do both shoto and hawks for you, look out for my next post because ill make sure it’s all about ex husband shoto. this one of course will be based on hawks :) ENJOYY

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Ex husband hawks hcs

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• Ex husband hawks who makes a playlist of all the songs that remind him of how your relationship used to be. he listens to it every day and uses it as a way to remember your presence.

• Ex husband hawks who has a post-it note stuck on his bathroom mirror that says “do your best” on it. so everytime he looks in his mirror, he imagines you telling him to do his best. when reality hits that you’re not actually there, he tears up the note just to make another the next day. it keeps him going.

• Ex husband hawks who tried to use his feathers to keep in touch with you but when you found out it only made you distance yourself from him more. he tried to apologise but you just snapped at him and walked off.

• Ex husband hawks who tries not to cry when someone mentions you. even your name triggers him.

• Ex husband hawks who still has you saved on his phone as his wife because he refuses to let you go, he’s so desperate for you to love him again.

• Ex husband hawks who keeps one of his feathers which you put a sticker on when you were together at home untouched. he leaves it at his bedside and never uses it. that feather was touched by the love of his life, he would rather die than allow harm to come to it. it’s all he has left of you.

• Ex husband hawks who pulls himself together and makes his way to your house with flowers and chocolates to try and earn back your love. he can’t live without you. he can’t keep crying himself to sleep because of his own mistakes.

• Ex husband hawks who knocks on your door and hears you yell that you were coming from the other side. he melts at the sound of your voice and a newfound sense of happiness wraps around him. he’s really missed you.

• Ex husband hawks who wears a wide smile as he watched you open your door. just for his smile to immediately drop and for his eyes to blow wide as he looked down at your stomach. it has a bump. you were pregnant.

• Ex husband hawks who dropped the gifts he’d brought you and looked up to meet your eyes. tears collecting in his own. “please tell me you didn’t” he says almost silently, desperation in his voice.

• Ex husband hawks who searches your face for an answer as tears collect in his eyes. and just before he can say anything else, the door is slammed in his face. not quick enough tho for him to not catch a glimpse of another man in the background behind the door.

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#mha headcanons #my hero academia headcanons #mha hcs #mha x reader #hawks headcanons #hawks hcs #hawks fluff #hawks x y/n #hawks angst #hawks x reader #mha hawks #hawks x you #keigo tamaki #bnha keigo #keigo angst

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claralouvette · 10 months

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💐ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕃𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕣𝕦𝕤𝕥 💐

ʜᴀᴡᴋꜱ/ ᴋᴇɪɢᴏ ᴛᴀᴋᴀᴍɪ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

💖Synopsis

A journey of a woman working on a famous hero agency, dreaming and seeking love to hopefully one day she could have a family to call her own. Until one day her heart was shattered by the deceiving act of her fiance who also works at the agency.What would happen if that woman tries to leave the agency, not knowing that a certain feathery guy has feelings for her.

🌼Barely proofread

⚠Warning: Cheating, heartbreak with comfort, Keigo missing you

AO3 || Masterlist

💙Word Count: 6094

Taglist: @mysideeffectsofyou

🌼You are just a simple woman, striving to live her best life in this harsh and unpredictable world. A woman who yearns to create a loving family of her own. Despite being capable and somewhat confident, you face numerous struggles in the dating realm. Awkward interactions, failed connections, and unrequited love have caused you to lose hope in fulfilling your dream. However, everything changed one fateful day when the man you loved reciprocated your feelings and accepted your confession.

If only you had known about the future and his deceitful love for you. You would do anything to turn back time and seize all the missed opportunities.

🌼The memory of that unforgettable day still haunts you. The sight of clothes and undergarments strewn across the floor, revealing your partner entangled with another woman. Unaware of your presence, you were completely caught off guard by this adulterous act, leaving you confused, dejected, and shattered, all forming into one furious emotion. However, you maintain your composure, realizing that acting impulsively would lead nowhere. Instead, you decided to seize their attention. With a deliberate action, you switched on the lights, causing a visible shock to appear on their faces as they realized they had been caught in the act.

🌼A heavy atmosphere filled the dining room, engulfed in an eerie silence. It was the day after you witnessed them entangled in each other's arms. You were surprised by how composed you remained, not wanting to succumb to insanity over your fiancé's betrayal.

The weight of the atmosphere surrounded you, and your partner seemed to sense that you were not yet ready to forget what had transpired the day before. You're a compassionate woman who is merciful enough to give someone another chance, but having your trust and love being discarded so quickly, it was enough for you to cut off all connections you have with them. And that is exactly what you're gonna do with this man, no matter how painful it gets, no matter how many years have been wasted.

“Let’s call off the engagement” you implored abruptly.

“C’mon babe-“ He attempted to respond, reaching out to you, but you cut him off with a firm statement, “don’t ever call me nicknames ever again, i will cut off my ties with you, i will leave the agency movie somewhere else where I will never see you”

“She seduced me okay, it wasn't my fault!” He exclaimed

You scoff “what a terrible excuse” you remarked,

shaking your head in disappointment. Taking a moment to collect yourself, you gathered your belongings, making your way toward the door. With a heavy heart, you turned to face him one last time.

“No amount of apology could ever remove that memory from my mind, my decision is final, goodbye” you said, your voice filled with anger and pain.

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🌼Now that has transpired, Let’s introduce you to man who has longed to create a family different from the one he used to have. His name was Keigo Takami, many people know him as Hawks. He is a man of great speed, many people have shown their love and admiration for this man, I mean who doesn't, this man could capture the hearts of any man and woman just by smiling at them. However, amidst all the attention, he seeks for a woman who would join and create a family with, a woman who will capture his heart completely, a woman who will never see him as a trophy but as someone who sees him as their equal.

And then he saw you, you were one of the few newly employed individuals hired into his agency, catching his attention from the very beginning. He couldn't help but be drawn to your genuine smile, and determined eyes, to perform well in the position you got and the way you carried yourself with grace and confidence.

Amidst of his daily hero work, you became his one glimmer of hope. He found himself stealing glances towards you, seeking opportunities to engage in conversation with you. A small talk with you whether asking about your day, or something work related was enough to make him soar among the skies. Sadly, the demanding work of a hero's life left him in a field of missed opportunity as he saw with a heavy heart getting closer to another man.

🌼It’s been a week since the last time he saw you at his agency. As a superior not a secret admirer, it was only natural to be concerned about your overall well being. He couldn't help but think about what might have happened to you. Did something happen between you and your so-called fiance? Just awhile ago he vividly remembered seeing your fiance checking in for his shift, which led him to question what you saw in him.

He doesn't understand why you agreed to marry that man, THAT MAN WHO OPENLY FLIRTS WITH OTHER WOMEN. It’s a clear red flag, waving in plain sight!

🌼When he learned that you accepted his marriage proposal, he was shattered, if only he had the courage and time to approach you sooner, if not because of his demanding hero work and the commission he would've a better chance of sweeping you off your feet. And now, here he sits in his office, alone, left to wonder about your whereabouts.

Concerned, Keigo decided that it's time to reach out to you, he composed himself in front of the computer, he opened his email, carefully choosing the right words to approach you…

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Subject: Re: Urgent Notice

hey, this is you boss |

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hey, this is |

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good evening, this is to |

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"go |

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Subject: Re: Urgent Notice

“ Dear Y/n,

This is from the hawks agency, as a notice for your 1 week absence |

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“ Dear Y/n,

This is from the haw|

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“ DAFUQ AM I DOIN |

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“I simp for you Y/n, please simp me too, leave that guy for me, please!!!! |

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“ Your email won a raffle promo. You've won a remarkable opportunity to go on a date with none other than the dashing No. 3 Pro Hero of Japan himself! To claim your reward, go into hawks agency |

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“ Your ema |

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Subject: Re: Urgent Notice- My Serenade |

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Subject: Re: Urgent Notice- My Serenade

“Sugar, yes please! Won't you come and put it down on me? I'm right here, 'cause I need Little love, a little sympathy! |

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He sat there, frustration etched across his face, as he grappled with the daunting task of choosing between a formal letter or a casual one. The weight of indecision bore down on him, and he felt a mixture of annoyance and helplessness. With both hands pressed against his temples, he let out a sigh, acknowledging the difficulty of finding the elusive "right" words. The room seemed to echo his inner turmoil, and he couldn't help but wonder why something as simple as email correspondence had him so flustered.

He was frustrated, a pout visibly forming across his face as he struggled to finish a daunting task of sending you a letter of notice. The weight of indecision bore down onto him, he was feeling so hopeless. With both hands pressed against his temples, he let out a sigh, as he fought towards the difficulty of finding the “right words.” He couldn't help but wonder why something as simple as email correspondence had him so flustered, maybe it's because he doesn't want you to see him as a boss, but as something else.

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Subject: Re: Urgent Notice - Hawks Agency

Dear [Your Last Name],

Greetings! This is your boss, Hawks, reaching out to you. I hope this message finds you well... or at least, I hope it finds you!

It has come to my attention (and the rest of the agency's) that you've been missing in action for a whole week! Now, I know life can be pretty unpredictable, but I am starting to worry. Are you off on a top-secret mission to save the world? Or did you stumble into a parallel dimension where time works differently?

In all seriousness, we just wanted to check in and make sure everything is alright. Your absence has been duly noted, and while I'm here to discuss the matter at hand, I also want to remind you that as your superior I’m here to support you, no matter what you're going through.

So, drop me a line, send me a smoke signal, or even summon a pigeon messenger! I’m eagerly awaiting your return and a brief explanation (preferably one that doesn't involve ninja assassins or alien abductions).

Take care, [Your Last Name], and remember, the Hawks agency is like one big dysfunctional family. We've got your back... but we're still curious about your mysterious disappearance!

Best regards,

Your Superior, Pro Hero Hawks. |

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And with that, he sends off the e-mail, hoping that you would find comfort on the email he wholeheartedly put together.

🌼Not long after he received a reply from you, his happy expression etched has etched across his face, hoping to receive a positive response from you. However, as his eyes glazed through the words on the screen, his happy expression turned into a more concerned, unhappy expression. Your email mentioned how sorry you are for your sudden absence in your field of work, the email vaguely hinted at the possibility of you leaving his agency for good, leaving him much more concerned and confused on what made end to that conclusion.

With such a vague letter, it left him more questions than answers, wanting to learn the reason behind your sudden decision.

He replied back stating that you have to be at his office to discuss this matter further. Hitting “send.” A whole sense of determination washed over him as he knew he had to prepare to face you.

🌼As he thinks about your unforeseen resolution. He carefully observed on the situation, his first theory is that because you are engaged you are looking for a different place to start a new life, but quickly discarded that theory because no man would allow there soon to be wife to be alone looking for a new location to start there life and so he proceeded with the second theory. You fought with your fiance and are now living with a friend until your fiance mustered up the courage to ask you for forgiveness.

But then again that theory alone would not make sense, during his flight in one of his patrols he saw your “fiance” strolling around with another girl. His mind went from one theory to another, hoping to solve this conspiracy, he just hoped that tomorrow you would have the answer to his questions.

🌼The following day came in slowly it is today where your meeting with him as scheduled. As he carries out his duties, investigating some crimes, finishing some paperwork. Impatiently waiting for your arrival, Glancing beside his desk, he focused on the clock, his hand gripping it tightly and shaking it vigorously in frustration. making him question why time seems to move slower than usual.

Finally, he heard a knock at the door of his office indicating that the time for your meeting had arrived. He stood up from his desk saying “come in.”

The door slowly opened revealing you. He was happy to see you in person again, but somehow you looked different, as if some mysterious event had taken a toll on you.

"Y/n, how are you, thank you for coming," Keigo greeted you, his voice laced with genuine concern.

"Please, have a seat." He pulled out a chair for you, gesturing for you to take a seat in front of his office table. You nodded silently and took a seat.

As you settled down, you couldn't help but notice Keigo's genuine expression towards you. Seeing him being this genuinely concerned about you gave you a sense of comfort amidst all the heartbreak you’ve been through.

"Thank you for seeing me, Keigo," you replied, your voice tinged with a hint of exhaustion. "I apologize for my sudden absence and the cryptic email. It's been a challenging time for me."

Keigo leaned forward slightly, his eyes locked on yours. "You don't have to apologize, Y/n. I just want to make sure you're alright. Your well-being is important to me, both as your boss and as someone who cares about you."

It seems that statement has caused you to slightly blush. A sudden fluttering feeling made itself known to you when you made eye contact with your superior eyes. Thought you were sure that was only a fleeting feeling. You appreciate his words nontheless, his words bringing you the much needed comfort.

"I've been through a lot lately," you admitted, your voice trembling slightly.

"There was an incident… my fiance” you scoff at the name you used to call him

“I’m sorry.. My ex, cheated on me, I couldn't afford to see him everyday, not after what I witnessed and everything that has transpired” you fought back the urge to break down, determined to maintain your composure in front of your superior.

Keigo could sense the pain radiating from you, and his heart ached to see you in such distress. A deep desire to comfort you makes him yearn to envelop you in a comforting embrace. However, he knew that it wasn't the appropriate time or place for such an intimate gesture. Instead, he focused on offering you support through his words and empathetic presence, hoping to alleviate some of the burden weighing heavily on your shoulders.

You took a deep breath, gathering your thoughts, sitting still in the chair. The weight of your decision of leaving the agency for good felt heavy, you continued to explain further about your decision.

"It's just... after everything that happened," you began, your voice steady but tinged with emotion,

"I realized that I can't continue like this. The incident with my ex-fiancé, all the betrayal that he did to me, and the heartache that followed... It's been overwhelming, and I need some time to heal."

You paused, searching for the right words to convey the depth of your emotions. Keigo listened attentively, his gaze never leaving you, offering a supportive nod to encourage you to continue.

"I appreciate everything this agency has done for me, and I truly respect you as my superior," you continued. "But I need to step away from this field of work for a while. I’ll look for other job far away from here”

As you spoke, Keigo's brows furrowed slightly, a mixture of surprise and concern on his face. He had hoped that you would find solace and healing within the agency, but he understood that sometimes a change of environment was necessary.

“Maybe i could suggest you to another agency if you'd like-“ he suggested with a hint of hope. However before he could even finish his sentence, you cut him off by expressing your plan.

"Thank you for your concern, Hawks, but I think I'll go back to my hometown for a while to heal and rediscover my dreams," you said, your voice filled with a mix of determination and longing.

"I miss my mom, and it's been a while since the last time I saw her. I believe being with her will bring me the comfort and support I need."

Keigo nodded understandingly, his concern for your well-being evident in his eyes.

“I understand, I hope you would not forget about me though, it’s hard to let go of an employee like you who performs so well in their work” he said, trying to lighten up the mood in between the bittersweet conversation.

A pause occured, keigo knew that he would be seeing you less, no rarely even, perhaps never?! It saddened him, but he knew your healing would be very important. If the red string of fate truly connected the two of you, if your paths were meant to intertwine, he had faith that the universe would find ways to bring you back together.

A sad smile formed across his face, his voice filled with warmth and support hinted with sadness “I hope in time you’ll get better, Y/n. Remember, if you ever need anything or decide to return, our doors will always be open for you."

“Thank you, Hawks” with the final exchange of heartfelt partings, with a slight smile, he painfully watched you walk out of his office, with each step he could feel his heart yearning for you to stay, it’s worse feeling than a heartbreak not being able to see you everyday.

With the door closing, he let his guard down as an immense amount of emotion rushed through him, silently burst into tears, unbeknownst of your lasting impact to him unknowingly stealing his heart. And now with your departure, it was just too much to bear.

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🌼Things continued as it is, many months have passed and yet the thought of you remained inside keigo’s head. So many things have happened when you left the agency, he fired the man that broke his heart, he became a number 2 hero, villain attack here and there. But a single question never left keigo’s mind when it came to you, were you doing fine? Are you feeling better? But as always that question is always left unanswered.

🌼Until there was a sudden change of locations for his patrol, it was a lengthy travel flight to the newly assigned civic comparing the distance from the old city he used to patrol, it slightly annoyed him. But he couldn't disregard it anyway, he is a hero. It's his responsibility and his job.

🌼Reaching the city, he looked for a place where he could purchase a can of coffee. Walking at the bustling sidewalk with a usual smile displayed on his face, he could hear the crowds talking about the sight of him.

“Omg its hawks” a person whispered in awe

“Will he be the new one who will patrol our city now?” another person wondered aloud.

“I wanna ask for an autograph” a fan exclaimed

An idea popped inside his head to give out a good impression for the people he swore to protect. With a swift motion, he set his feather into action, his feather swiftly helped every person who was in need of help.

While telepathically controlling his feathers, he spoke up “hey, c’mon guys, chill out, is this your way of greeting your new hero in town?” His words caught the attention of the crowd, and in an instant, people began to gather around him, eager to express their admiration and support.

"Hey Hawks, I hope you'll protect our town!" one person exclaimed, voicing their trust in his abilities.

"Hawks, I'm a big fan! Can I have your autograph?" another fan eagerly requested, holding out a pen and paper.

"Hawks, We love you!" a fan shouted, their enthusiasm echoing through the crowd.

Graciously, he smiled at the outpouring of support and appreciation. Taking a moment to interact with his fans, signing some autographs, smiling for some pictures, leaving a good impression on the people.

🌼The day ended with nothing out of the ordinary, just a usual task of solving some casualties here and there interacting with some town people. As he would prepare for his flight back to his agency, he stopped by a nearby convenience store to finally get his good ol 'can of coffee as he didn't get a chance to get it earlier. As he contemplates among the diverse selection in front of the display. A chime signaled the entrance of a familiar woman accompanied by a teen. The teen might have seen hawk’s wings causing them to whisper to their guardian.

“Sis, look at the hawks! I want a picture with him” the teen whispered

Hawks pretended not to hear, expecting it to be the same interaction just like from the crowd earlier. That is until he heard a familiar voice encouraging the teenager to approach him, immediately shattering his expectations.

“Well, what are you waiting for? Go greet him,” you said, urging the teen, which caused Keigo to snap his view in the direction of your voice, his face displaying full shock and surprise, frozen in disbelief.

Standing in place looking at you caused him to mentally shut down, laughingly, it took him a couple of seconds to gather himself up and grasp on the situation making sure that he was not hallucinating about you, standing in front of him in the same town and convenience store.

With a playful glimmer in his eyes mixed with astonishment and puzzled expression, he whispered “Hey kid, can I ask you a favor? Can you pinch my face?”

With his mind still processing the reality of your presence, the teenager on the other hand, was caught off guard by their idol’s request. Bewildered, the teenager exchanged glances with you before reaching out to pinch Keigo’s cheek. He felt a slight pain, the touch was real, and suddenly a burst of laughter escaped Keigo’s lips.

“Okay , I'm definitely not hallucinating,” he confirmed, chuckling, wiping a fake tear from his eyes. Shifting his gaze onto the teenager who’s in a middle of pure awe and perplexed, he couldn't believe that he just pinched his favorite hero, it was better than getting a photo.

“Omg, sis! I just pinched him!” the teenager jumped in pure joy, while you smiled in return.

Keigo stoodstill in place, smiling, gazing between you and your brother, until his eyes only focused on you, a faint fantasizing smile formed on his face. He couldn't help but notice the change you had since the last time he had seen you. You are glowing, so beautiful in his line of sight like a goddess waiting to be worshiped, his inner instincts telling him to swiftly get you off of your feet and go for an elope, shaking away the thought.

He couldn't believe that you were actually in front of him, his mind racing to try and find the right words to express his astonishment on seeing you again. However, the words just stumbled out of his mouth, it's like dropping a ton of books in the process.

"Y/n, wow! This is... this is, um... wow” fumbling into his words, his cheeks slightly tinted with a rosy hue.

"You look... beautiful. I mean, really beautiful." He chuckled softly, attempting to regain his composure. "I'm sorry, I'm just... surprised. It's great to see you again."

“Me too hawks,” you started, “congrats on being a number two hero” greeting him with a smile

“Thanks, but oh my god! How are you? I have so many questions!” He paused, patting the head of your brother. Your brother seemed to like the action before continuing “and who is this?”

“He’s my brother, his a fan of you” you smiled warming up to the conversation

“So I'm guessing you're gonna be the new hero guarding my hometown?” You asked in wonder if the rumors from the crowd a while ago.

When Keigo learned that this was your hometown, he couldn’t believe it! it's as if the Gods had heard his prayers. He wanted to kneel down and ask for forgiveness on how annoyed he was coming to the city. He felt so blessed being assigned to this city, it doesn't matter if it would tire his wings traveling here, but if it meant getting a chance to meet you? No complaints there.

"Oh, I see! Well, it's a pleasure to meet you, little guy," Keigo said, addressing your brother with a warm smile as he patted his head again, earning a delighted response from the young fan.

As the conversation continued, Keigo found himself drawn to your presence, hanging onto every word you spoke. He chuckled at your question about being the new hero in town, nodding in confirmation.

"Yeah, it looks like I'll be patrolling your hometown now. So, you're back here too, huh?" he replied, his smile growing wider. "It's incredible how the universe works sometimes. I couldn't have imagined that I'd have the chance to see you again like this."

His heart just swelled in pure bliss knowing being assigned on patrolling this city may bring the two of you together. His mind is already thinking of the possible future, envisioning genuine friendships, to dates filled with love. His mind even goes as far as imagining his way of serenading you, to accept his marriage proposal. But he's getting ahead of himself. He knew that building a future together required a solid foundation of friendship and understanding. So, he focused on cherishing each interaction, getting to know you better, and allowing the connection between you to grow naturally.

But Keigo couldn't help but feel excited at the prospect of what the future might hold for the two of you. And as he bid you farewell that day, a sense of anticipation lingered within him, fueling his determination to make the most of this newfound opportunity. This time he is determined to win your heart, he is not gonna let some other guy throw your love like that ever again.

🌼From small encounters to small visits, the relationship between you and the famous No. 2 hero deepened. With every encounter and conversation, each became more meaningful and genuine as the time carried on. He would always look forward to visiting you and your mother’s little flower shop during break, cherishing the quiet moments together.

At some point, your mother has noticed Keigo’s genuine feeling towards you, the way Keigo treats you with care and respect, she could tell that Keigo loves you dearly. Not that she disapproves of him, she actually appreciates what keigo’s been doing, he has a significant impact on helping you move on from your previous relationship, helping you find new ways to smile with each passing day. Your mother could see that he was not just any man; he was someone who cherished you deeply and would do anything to see you happy.

Which led your mother to ask Keigo this simple request. 😊💖

🌼it has become his routine of visiting you on your mother’s little flower shop, with a delectable chicken take-out on his hands. His mind is just focused on the thought of seeing you again after such a long day of patrol. You became his solace, all of the tiredness, pain all just seems to diminish whenever you are in his line of sight. His anticipation of seeing you again, to see your smiling face grew stronger.

Upon arriving at the rear side of the shop, he knocked expecting you to open it, instead it was your mother who answered the door in your place.

“Hello, Hawks” she greeted Keigo with a warm smile, gesturing him to enter the shop “come in”

“Hello, madam! How was your day?” Keigo asked, his eyes scanning the shop in search of you placing down the chicken he had bought on the small table behind the counter.

“Thank you, Hawks” Your mother replied gratefully, She notices his gaze looking around for you, as you always be the first one to greet him, during his breaks. Sensing his curiosity , she spoke up “She went to buy a few groceries with her brother, I'm sure they’ll be back in a while,” your mother explained, answering Keigo's unspoken question of your absence.

“I see,” he paused, nervously fidgeting with his finger trying to find the right words to talk to your mother. Your mother, on the other hand, noticed his unease and decided to ask him a direct question.

“Do you love my daughter?” she asked, her eyes observing Keigo's shocked reaction.

Keigo's mind raced, caught off guard by the directness of the question. A whirlwind of thoughts and emotions flooded his thoughts, leaving him torn between honesty and caution. As he hesitated, your mother noticed his worry and let out a gentle chuckle, breaking the tension in the room.

“Don’t worry I'm not going to kick you out, you can answer it honestly” she reassured him, putting keigo at ease

Relieved by her understanding and open-mindedness, Keigo took a deep breath and met your mother's gaze with sincerity.

"Mada- no. Mrs. L/N, I care for your daughter deeply," he admitted, his voice filled with a mix of tenderness and determination. "She has become someone incredibly special to me. I want to support her, protect her, and be there for her in any way I can. I can't deny the feelings I have for her."

Your mother's eyes softened, touched by Keigo's genuine expression. She nodded, understanding the depth of his emotions and the sincerity in his words.

"Thank you for your honesty, Hawks," she said, her voice filled with warmth.

"I can see how much you care for her, and I appreciate that. My daughter deserves someone who truly cherishes her. I don't want her to experience those hardships ever again, it’s hard seeing my daughter like that, knowing as a mother I can't do anything to fix their relationship, or bring back the time before she started a relationship with that pathetic man.” your mother expressed with concern and protectiveness.

Keigo listened attentively to your mother’s words, fully understanding the weight of her worries. Gathering his thoughts, finding the right words, he spoke

“I’m also actually scared about something, maam” He admitted,

“I’m scared that I might also hurt her, this hero's duties it's not easy to manage, I’m scared that I might hurt her in the process by not being beside her. I’m scared that I might turn into a man that she will hate. I’m scared that I might-” Your mother placed a reassuring hand on his, snapping him out of his thoughts. Keigo's earnestness touched your mother's heart, and she could see the sincerity in his eyes.

"I believe in you, Hawks," she said softly. "Life is never without challenges, but it's how we face them that matters. I can see the love you have for my daughter, and I trust that you will do your best to make her happy. Just be there for her, support her dreams, and love her with all your heart. That's all a mother can ask for."

Keigo felt a sense of gratitude towards your mother for understanding his fears and offering her support. He knew that he couldn't predict the future, but he was determined to give his all to make your relationship work. He squeezed your mother's hand gently, a silent promise of his commitment to you.

"Thank you, Mrs. [Last Name]," Keigo said sincerely. "I will treasure her with all my heart and do my best to be the man she deserves.

“So um, do I have permission to court her? Just making sure…” Keigo asked out of weariness, fidgeting in place, earning a laugh out from your mom.

“You're so adorable,” your mom remarked laughing softly, “how could my daughter capture such an adorable, handsome young man’s heart, and not notice his feelings for her? such a mystery.”

Keigo was used to being called handsome from his fans all the time, but hearing those compliments from your mother made him slightly blush, feeling flustered with a mix of relief at your mother’s words.

“Well, feelings are complicated maam, I only realized my feelings for her when that douche proposed to her. It only worsened when I learned that guy cheated on her,I had to gather all my strength not to lose control and do something regrettable." he confessed

Your mother listened to his words attentively, her face filled with empathy and was astonished at his revelation, “oh you had feelings for my daughter for that long?” she exclaimed, in surprise “my , my im so sorry if my daughter kind of broken you heart”

Keigo shook his head gently, a small smile forming on his lips. "Please don't apologize, Ma’am. It's not your daughter's fault at all. These things happen, and sometimes it takes time for us to recognize and understand our own emotions. Besides, I believe everything happens for a reason. It led me to this moment, where I can be honest about my feelings and seek your blessing to pursue a future with her."

Your mother's expression softened, touched by Keigo's mature perspective. "You're a remarkable young man, Hawks," she remarked, her voice filled with admiration. "To have held your feelings for her for so long, and to still be here, genuinely caring for her despite the pain you endured, it speaks volumes about your character."

Keigo's cheeks turned slightly pink, and he lowered his gaze humbly.

“You have my blessing to pursue a future with my daughter, to make her happy and to build a strong, loving relationship together." Keigo's eyes lit up with gratitude and relief.

"Thank you, Ma’am. I won't let you down. I'll always be there for her, through thick and thin, and I'll do my best to be the partner she deserves."

Your mother smiled, her heart filled with joy. "I trust you, Hawks. Take good care of my daughter, and may your love story be filled with happiness and endless love."

🌼Just in time, your brother entered the room, happily greeting hawks with a hug you following following behind carrying a couple of grocery bags. Hawks using a couple of feathers to help you.

“Aye! Bro hawks!” your brother greeted, a visible smile formed in his face happily seeing his favorite hero in the room.

Getting into the same height as your brother “Heyo, Kid!, guess what”

“what ?”

“I bought your favorite flavored chicken yo!” he gestured into the table, to show the plentiful take out of chicken still hot in place waiting to be eaten.

“Woahhhhhhhhhh” your brother exclaimed in amazed, giggling, excited to feast on the chicken.

As your brother stares amazed by the mouth watering spread of chicken feast waiting to be eaten, and your mother helps you to organize the groceries. Keigo slowly approached you from behind with a mischievous smile forming on his face. Immediately without any warning he kissed you on your cheek, giving a you a warm welcome “welcome back, Dove~”

Shock wide eye by the sudden action, with a full red blush forming across your cheeks. Glancing at your mother who only seemed to smile back at you with her hand hovering above her mouth, leaving you in a flustered & embarrassed mess

”What was that Hawks!” you asked, your voice betraying your flustered state as you tried to process the unexpected display of affection.

Keigo chuckled softly, his eyes filled with adoration as he looked at you. "Nothing... I just wanted to show you how I feel," he replied, his voice filled with sincerity. "You know... how I feel about you."

You shook your head, you don't know how or what you should say, you're not really ready to enter a new relationship, and with your former superior and the number 2 hero? It felt extremely daunting. Keigo noticed your tensed state, knowing full well that you are not ready yet.

“Hey, would you give me a chance?” he asked, asking for your permission, his voice filled with sincerity. “Give me a chance to court you? Show you how much you meant to me?”

Looking up to him, staring back into his eyes showing much affection and earnestness. You Worriedly glanced at your mother, who is giving you an approving smile. Gathering many thoughts, you have decided.

“Keigo” you began, voice filled with honesty “i really appreciate what you’ve done for me, but I’m so sorry, but I dont think I’m ready”

"I promise, Keigo, I'll give you a chance," you said, your voice filled with sincerity. "I want to get to know you better, to see where this could lead. But I need us to take things slowly, at my own pace."

A genuine smile spread across Keigo's face, his eyes reflecting hope and patience. He took a step closer, gently reaching out to hold your hand. "I wouldn't want it any other way," he replied, his voice laced with tenderness. "We'll take it one step at a time, together."

Fin...

Author's notes:

I'm sorry if it was long, Should i do part 2???

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nightfall-kachiniko · 7 months

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Hawks being protective of you is my favorite.

some guy look at you the wrong way? He’s already stood up and glaring him down.

someone doesn’t respect your boundaries? He butts in (even when you don’t want him to because he’s a drama queen)

someone can’t take no for an answer? that’s okay, he’s ready to make them understand. ༯

#he’s gonna beat their ass is what I’m saying #then it’s gonna get posted all over YouTube and insta and shit and his angency is gonna be like “not again #LMFOA #I LOVE HAWKS #protective hawks #hawks icons #boku no hero academia hawks #hawks imagines #hawks x reader #bnha hawks #hawk headcanons #Keigo x reader #Keigo fluff #Keigo angst #protective Keigo #Keigo takami imagine #keigo takami x reader #keigo takami x you #keigo takami x y/n

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keikiri-kitten · 1 year

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GOOD MORNING ★ KEIGO TAKAMI

No matter if Keigo has to work or not, he always hopes you’re still in the bed besides him when he wakes up so he can give a nice big squeeze. His hold is more vulnerable and helpless when he does have to work. It wakes you up, but you two lovestruck birdies get some cuddle time before either one of you have to start your day. He’ll spend this time whispering into your ear about how he promises to make it back home because you’re the one he’s going to be coming home to. He’ll kiss your forehead and entangle your legs together just so he can be closer to you. If this was anyone else, it would be suffocating. You know he can’t really promise you that but you hold onto him for dear life every morning he does this. You start your mornings together no matter how early it is.

You shower with him. It’s quiet except for the loud running water. He’s letting you wrap your arms around his waist as he washes your back gently, letting the warm water run down your hair and skin. It’s a lazy washing he gives you, just to say you’re clean. He’s simply using it as an excuse to care for you. You both sway together under the stream, suddenly feeling his cheek rest on top of your head.

You watch the news together. You read the commissions updates right besides him and sip on hot mugs of coffee as you both rest by the kitchen counter wishing for more sleep. It all makes you feel like your time with him is limited when taking in all of that danger.

By the time he actually has to leave the house, you’re devastated and he is too. But he flashes you a warm smile. He would never want you to see him break. You’d never let him leave the house. He beckons you to him by the door with his hand that’s now protected by a glove as he takes you in. His hands cup your face and you can swear you see a glisten in is eyes. It’s not a cocky glisten. It’s a glisten that can turn into his eyes welling up if he doesn’t get out of there. This is the first time in his life that he’s starting to fear danger. He can see the safety in your eyes; you are his safe place. He kisses you. One time gently before kissing you more feverishly. Your noses are pressed firm into each other while he feels your hands snake under his jacket to rest loosely on his waist. There’s that rough feeling on his beard against your jaw and part of you feels like you heard him whine. It was agony to let you go, he didn’t want to.

As his hands fall from you, he smiles. This time, it holds a more solemn expression. “God, there’s no villain that could take me away from you.” He exhales while talking to you. Opening the door, he sends a feather from his small wings your way, running it under your jaw before slipping it back into his tiny wings. “I love you. I’ll be back.”

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fan-dweeb · 5 months

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Touya: How do you deal with the crushing pressure of everyone else’s expectations?

Keigo: By outrunning them.

Touya: But… what if I’m not fast enough?

Keigo: .. I don’t know.

Keigo: I don’t know.

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touyasdoll · 2 years

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Tomorrow

pairing: Hawks/Keigo Takami x reader

word count: 1.2k

warnings: please read! suicidal ideation, overall sense of hopelessness, please do not engage if you are not in the proper headspace, spoilers for the manga, burns

notes: this man is not all sunshine and rainbows & I know he can’t be truly happy serving the agency that kidnapped him. just an angsty little dose of reading between the lines.

Keigo stares out the floor to ceiling windows of his penthouse. His elaborate cage. He finds himself here often. He keeps finding himself here. Stuck.

“Babe?”

And then there’s the reminder that you’re stuck with him. He closes his eyes and takes a breath, puts on a smile, and turns around to pretend that everything’s just fine. Like always.

“What’s up?” He asks easily. As if he hadn’t been contemplating what might happen if he jumped and conveniently forgot that he had wings.

But you can always tell when everything’s not fine. He almost wishes that you couldn’t, but he’s grateful that you can.

“You okay?” You ask quietly, though you know you don’t need to. The same song and dance.

He looks down and shakes his head, sticking his hands in his pockets as he shrugs his shoulders. He can’t bear to look at you.

“No.” He turns to look out the window again. Stares down at the street below before he looks out at the horizon and somehow that hurts more. ”I’m so tired.”

Your beneath his wing in a moment, arms folding around his middle to hold him tight. Trying in vain to hold together a man who is so close to breaking. A man who can’t afford to shatter. One who’s never allowed himself the opportunity, but he’s so close tonight.

“Let’s just go,” you whisper against the fabric of his shirt, tears already pricking your eyes, because you swear you can feel the sadness seeping from his bones. You hold him tighter to no avail. “We can leave tonight. We’ll run.”

His arms wind around you, pulling you closer still. It’s still never close enough.

“We can’t,” his voice breaks and your tears spill onto his chest, because you know that he’s right. “They’ll find me. Even I’m not fast enough to outrun them and even if I was..” he trails off and loosens his hold to look down at you.

He catches your chin, tilting your head back to cup your face in his hand. His thumb wipes away one of the countless tears he wishes you’d never had to cry for him.

“I can’t risk losing you. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me and I won’t do anything that might put you in their sights,” he whispers as he wipes away another tear, then kisses yet another rolling down your cheek.

“I can’t,” he repeats, voice wavering as his forehead rests against yours and his eyes fall closed. Yours do the same while your hands fist uselessly at his t-shirt and you struggle to swallow the lump in your throat.

“I love you, Kei.” Your voice is just as broken as his, but there’s still hope in your voice when you whisper, “It’ll be alright. We’ll be alright.”

“I love you too.”

Of that, he’s certain. Of what he says next, he’s far less convinced of.

“We’ll be okay,” he murmurs as he pulls you close again, cradling the back of your head against his chest as he kisses your scalp and looks out at the horizon.

Tomorrow could change everything.

He usually tells you when he’s heading off on a particularly dangerous mission, because he usually isn’t actually afraid of not making it back in one piece.

This time is different. He has an awful feeling that he can’t seem to shake. He’s been carefully gathering intel on the PLF and tomorrow’s the day that it finally comes to fruition. He hopes that all goes well. As well as it can, at least, but hope isn’t enough to keep you protected in case things don’t go according to plan.

“We may not be able to run,” he says as he rests his hand against your back, rubbing it gently. “But we can escape for a little bit.”

You tilt your head back and peer up at him curiously. “What do you mean?”

“I booked us a trip.” He smiles and it touches his eyes. Just barely, but it’s enough to soothe the ache of worry in your chest. “I wanted to surprise you in the morning, but something came up that I can’t get out of, so you’ll be on a flight tomorrow and I’ll be right behind you once I'm finished."

He doesn't love the way that he has to lie to you, but he knows that it's for your own good. Maybe he would be right behind you. He hopes so.

“What?" You blink at him in surprise.

It wasn't like Keigo to take a vacation, especially one that he had orchestrated. He'd agreed to it in the past but only after a great deal of persuading on your part. It was encouraging to think that maybe he'd seen the value in allowing himself to rest once in a while.

"Really?" The excitment that had snuck it's way into your voice makes him smile and he nods as you mirror his expression. "Thank you, baby, but I don't wanna leave without you," you say softly as you run your hands over his chest. "I'm happy to wait until we can go together."

"I thought you might say something like that, but your family's going too. They'll be on the flight with you tomorrow and I should be in the day after that. I want you to go and start enjoying yourself, babe. Really," he insists gently, wearing a soft smile as he spots a stray tear on your chin and makes it disappear with his thumb before tilting your head back to give you a chaste kiss.

You lean into it, deepening the kiss for just a second before you pull away to smile up at him, thoroughly and pleasantly surprised.

"You planned a vacation for us and my family?"

"I did," he says proudly. His hand slips over your spine and down to your ass, which he squeezes and delivers a light swat to as he nods towards the bedroom. "So you best start packin'. Bring somethin' to swim in."

You squeal quietly, bouncing on your toes as you wind your arms around his neck to lean in and kiss him again. You're about to take off when you pause and cock your head to one side, trying to read his mind once again.

"I'm fine," he whispers, taking your hand to lift your palm to his lips as he holds your gaze. "I'll be in there in just a minute, okay?"

You nod and slip off to the bedroom to start gathering your things together, your head filled with visions of laying somewhere on a warm beach surrounded by those you love.

While he stares out the window again, contemplating the multitude of ways that tomorrow might play out. None of them bring him any comfort. Only anxiety.

He sighs and stuffs it down to go and join you, eager to keep your spirits up, so that at least he could take comfort in knowing that you wouldn't be concerned about him tomorrow.

He packs a bag for himself, talks to you about the destination, and allows himself a moment of peace as he wraps you up in his arms for the evening while he listens to you go on about how excited you are until you eventually drift to sleep.

The anxiety keeps him awake, but he holds onto the little moments of joy, replaying them in his mind to keep himself grounded while he wraps you up in one of his large red wings, mercifully unaware that tonight would be the last night that he even gets the opportunity, because they would be all but burned away completely by this time tomorrow.

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tamedandscripted · 2 years

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the way I hold you in my chest

(I'll carry you with me, but I don't have you anymore)

pairing: hawks / takami keigo x reader

length: 2.1k

genre: angst, hurt/no comfort

warnings: break up fic babey, vague talk of addiction but it's mostly a metaphor, keigo and reader kinda hate each other, even though they love each other (and they leave each other, even though they love each other - sorry <3)

a/n: like always, no real plot, just vibes. listen to cigarettes by noah gundersen when you read this and if you leave feedback or a comment I'll send you my heart in an express package

You thumbed the cigarette in your hand as you toyed with whether or not to light it. Not that it would've helped. Not that it would've soothed the burn in your chest. Your heart clenched as the thought of nothing ever settling it fluttered through your mind. But that was the price, you thought, then straightened your chin as you looked out onto the sprawling city and propped your feet up on the balcony rail. That was the toll, and you knew that, because you knew who you were, and you knew who he was.

A rush of air knocked you from your thoughts and pricked goosebumps across your arms, but you kept your eyes trained on the sun dipping below the horizon. There was no point in looking at him anyway, not anymore. You both knew where you stood with each other.

"I thought you stopped smoking?" Keigo drawled as he shook his wings off and slid into the chair next to you, and you saw, out of the corner of your eye, the way he threw his arm over the side of it, spreading his legs and letting himself sink into the seat. Your fingers tightened around the cigarette and you ground your teeth together as you forced yourself to keep your eyes trained ahead, but the smirk he threw you let you know he'd noticed despite your efforts.

"I took a break from it," you tilted your head towards him and let your eye settle on his. "That's all it ever was."

"Oh sure," Keigo threw back, and you felt yourself twitch at his mocking tone. "A little break from bad habits, yea?"

"Oh, don't act so hurt," you snapped, "don't act like you're any different."

"Hm, touchy," he taunted, and you scoffed as you shoved the cigarette in your pocket and folded your arms across your chest. Silence then blanketed the two of you as you stared over the railing towards the city below and did your best to ignore Keigo's eyes on you.

"We could've been good together," he said quietly, and your head snapped around to stare at him. Your eyes searched his face, waiting for some dig, some sort of jab or snarl, but the only thing you found was sombre acceptance.

"Yea, but we weren't," you said icily and ignored the acid in our throat as a brief flicker of regret passed through his features. To anyone else, it would've been imperceivable, an infinitesimal slip up smoothed over and stamped out so quickly no one would've seen it. But you'd spent too many nights in his bed, too many mornings tracing his features, too many hushed conversations and delicate touches where you'd both carved open your chests and handed your souls to each other. There was nothing to be hidden from you and, you recalled bitterly, nothing to be hidden from him, either.

And the longer you stared, the more you saw it. Cracks in his perfect porcelain face, little chips where the heartache bled through. You curled your fists into our jacket, resisting the urge to reach out, to run your hands over his skin and smooth out the breaks there. You resisted, lest you pulled your hands away from him and found them full of splinters again.

"We know each other too well for this," you said finally as you noticed the way his eyes searched you.

"No," he said, and, though you had no right, you bristled at his short tone. "We don't know each other at all anymore, I'd say."

"So, we're, what, strangers again? Is that it?" You cursed yourself for the way your voice wobbled ever so slightly.

"I think you know as well as I do that we were always strangers," he said, and the gentleness in his voice had tears pricking in your eyes as you turned away to stare out again. Your shoulders dropped and you sighed.

"We really could've been good together."

"Yea, but we weren't," he shot back, and you scoffed.

"Don't be an ass," you snapped back before reaching into your pocket, pulling out the cigarette and twirling it around your fingers.

"Bad habit," Keigo murmured, and you fluttered your eyes closed for a moment. That's what he'd said when you first met, all dazzling smiles and teasing words, as he wrapped an arm around your waist and led you back to his apartment.

"Yea, well, we're good at those, aren't we?" you said as you knocked yourself out of your thoughts. The Keigo in front of you wasn't charming or suave anymore. He was cold and hard and closed up and it made your head spin to look at him, seeing yourself in his reflection.

"They're not always bad habits," he responded softly, and you huffed out a breath.

"Bad habits always feel good in the beginning," you countered. "And good habits get boring too easily. Either way, it never works out."

"So, what, you move on to something new?" he prodded, and you clicked your tongue in annoyance at the jealous tilt in his voice.

"No," you sigh, "god, no, you should know it doesn't work that way."

"How does it work, then?" he urged, and you rolled your eyes before letting your gaze drop to the cigarette in your hands again.

"You can scrub the smell of smoke out of your clothes and the walls of your apartment, but you can't get it out of you. It'll sit in your lungs, still, and you'll feel it every time you breathe. And it'll hurt, but you'll want it back. And that's the bit that'll stay with you forever." you keep your gaze trained on the cigarette, twirling it around.

"And here I was thinking I'd already lost you," he murmured, and you shot him a glare.

"You don't have me anymore, Keigo," you snapped, "you had me once, sure, when I let you. But that's it." He stared at you, brow furrowed in a way you found you couldn't read, much to your unease.

"You have me, you know," he said as he let his eyes fix on yours, boring into you. "I'll never leave."

"But you already have," you whispered back, letting your voice crack and tears pool in your eyes. You turned away and refused to look at him, then, refused to let him see into you any more than he already had. "I don't have you anymore, Keigo. I don't have any part of you anymore."

"What do you want from me?" he asked, a pleading edge bleeding into his tone.

"I wanted you," you rounded on him. "That's all I ever wanted was the one thing you couldn't ever give me."

Keigo frowned and made a soft noise of concern before reaching out to you, but you scoffed and batted his hand away before putting the cigarette between your lips. He sat there, leaning towards you with his elbows resting on his knees, watching you pat your pockets as you searched for a lighter.

Eventually, you gave up; you ripped the cigarette from your lips and threw it away from you before digging the heels of your hands into your closed eyes.

"Goddamn it, Keigo. It's not supposed to be like this. It's not supposed to be this fucking hard."

"I'm sorry," he soothed.

"Fuck off," you spat back.

"Hey," he murmured as he wrapped gentle fingers around your wrists and pulled them onto your lap, "I mean it. This is hard for both of us, you know." You sat there, staring at how his hands curled around yours, and let your fingers twitch, muscle memory pulling you to interlock them with his.

"This was easier when you were an asshole," you muttered. He flinched.

"Why don't you come inside," he pulled gently at your hands and tried to guide you into a standing position. "Come on, it's getting cold. We'll go in and have a couple of drinks and sort this out."

"What is there to sort out?" you asked desperately. "We're done, Keigo. Over - finished - that's it… there's nothing left."

"We're not done loving each other yet," he whispered as he squeezed your hands, and you felt your breath leave you in a huff of shock at the intensity in his eyes. "I know we're over, okay. I know as well as you that this is bad for us, and that it has to end. But that doesn't mean I'm going to sit here and let you cry alone on my balcony."

You stared at him, awestruck, for a moment, before squeezing his hands and offering him a sad, watery smile. "I'm not alone," your voice wavered. "I've got you here with me." And with that, you were letting go of him to slide through his balcony door into his apartment.

You sat on his couch, shifting ever so slightly and letting your fingers skim around, searching for loose threads to pull at. But you knew you wouldn't find them - not here, not in his apartment, where everything stood still and faultless, a perfect impersonation of someone's living space, without any of the things that make it feel lived in. Maybe you should have known, when you'd stumbled in here that first night, that this wasn't the home of someone who had space in their heart. Maybe you should have known that this wasn't a home at all.

"Here," Keigo pulled you from your wonderings as he handed you a beer before settling next to you, leaving a healthy foot of distance between the two of you. He sipped his own drink as he watched you stare at yours, before nudging you ever so slightly with his elbow.

"What's going on up there?" he asked patiently.

"Why are you being so nice to me now?" you blurted out, but kept your eyes away from his. His answer was immediate.

"Because I love you."

"Stop saying that," you demanded as you tightened your hand around your beer.

"You asked," he pointed out.

"Then maybe you should've lied."

"Yea," his voice shifted, a hint of anger seeping back into it, "maybe that was always part of the problem. Maybe you shouldn't push if you're not going to like with happens next."

"Maybe you shouldn't expect me to, then," you snapped back, and the two of you stared at each other, matching faces of hurt and betrayal fixed on one another. Eventually, though, it was you who broke the tension as you let your shoulders slump and set your drink on the coffee table.

"I should go," you began, "we're not… this isn't good for us."

"What could we have been?' he asked quickly, words tumbling from his mouth. "If we'd known how to be good for each other, what could we have been?" You froze as his words and your eyes went wide.

"Oh," you said slowly, letting yourself slump against the couch as a sad, wistful smile graced your face. "We would've been perfect for each other. We'd have helped each other, and ourselves, and we would've healed… We would've been so happy together. But you know us as well as I do. We were stupid and selfish and stubborn and… and maybe we just weren't ready for it. Maybe, if we'd met each other now, instead, it would've been better. But maybe, babe, maybe we needed this so we could go on and do it ourselves." You laughed, then, a quiet, teary thing, and continued, "maybe I should be thanking you right now. Maybe we needed to be bad for each other, just a little."

You stared up at the ceiling as words tumbled out of your mouth, an accepting sort of ache making itself at home in your chest. When Keigo didn't speak, though, and the room became suspended in silence, you turned to him, shocked to see him with his head in his hands, shoulders shaking with silent sobs.

"Keigo," you murmured gently as you moved to put a hand on his back, but you pulled away quickly as he jerked back at your touch.

"You have to leave," he said, voice muffled by his palms.

"Keigo…" you repeated, the dull throb in your heart becoming more prominent and sharp now.

"You have to leave before I ask you to stay," Keigo continued before finally pulling his head up and locking bloodshot eyes with yours. You reached forward to brush the tears off his cheeks with your thumbs and he made a pained, strangled sort of sound and squeezed his eyes shut.

"You have me," you said softly, "even if we're not together anymore, you still have me, Keigo. Always."

He pulled you into him and wrapped his arms around you in a crushing hug, one that knocked the air out of you as you held him, running fingers through his hair and gently shushing his sobs. As you began rocking him back and forth, he buried his face in your neck and whispered against your skin, "I'll carry you with me forever."

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