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takami-takami · 11 months

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I Think I Love You.

includes— hawks x reader. minors dni. fluff.

warnings— gn!reader. keigo is in denial. tooth rotting fluff.

It takes Keigo eons to realize that he loves you.

As intelligent as he is, for every intuitive observation that turns the tides of his hero missions, he isn't the best at analyzing his own feelings. He prefers to put his emotions in a box, to scribble a smile on the lid, lock it with the heaviest brass he can find, and call it a day.

He's handling everything perfectly, thank you very much.

But when he tries to put his friendship with you in that box, you keep opening the damn lid. You keep crawling out, perching yourself on top and blinking up at him. Frustrated, he attempts to shove you back down with frantic hands, using all his weight; but for the first time in his life, it just isn't working quite as it used to.

So after months of coughing and telling himself his chest aches around you because you're such good friends, of explaining he's obsessed with you like you're a goddamn love interest in a movie because you're just so platonically compatible, of practically scribbling your name in his notepad with little hearts around it during commission board meetings, he finally flops face first on his bed and groans.

He's got a crush.

Are crushes supposed to make you think about owning a cozy cabin somewhere quiet together, where he can listen to your breathing without any distractions? Do other men fantasize about what they'd write for their wedding vows at some flower-adorned, ivory altar when they think about their crushes? He hopes they do. Maybe then, he could write this stupid tightness in his chest away as some childish, grade-school crush. That's a lot easier to deal with than love.

Yeah, this is a crush. Everybody gets those, right? He can work with that.

It comes to a boiling point on a too-quiet Saturday evening. You're practically sitting in his lap as you watch some television show he's just a bit too distracted to follow. It's not weird that his arms wrap themselves around your front, and it's not weird that his chin finds its resting place on your right shoulder.

"Oh my god, I love this actor," you nestle back against him snugly. "He's so cute, it's not even fair."

Keigo's jaw clenches.

"Hmm. I don't see it."

Narrowing his eyes, he tries to soothe himself by analyzing the wretched actor's features. He already knows your type— he knows you so well, better than anyone could ever hope to, he seethes— but it helps to remind himself. He's blonde, lithe yet muscular, with a patch of stubble to boot.

Keigo does it better. His arms tighten around you as he places a platonic kiss on your shoulder to ground himself.

The next day, he decides to pick up an extra early patrol shift. He won't be sleeping, anyway.

If Saturday's the boiling point of the kettle that is his emotions, then Sunday's the fever pitch. The screeching whistle becomes impossible to ignore.

You slept over at his place that night— which is, again, not weird in the slightest— so he's greeted by the sight of you when he walks through the doors of his dimly lit bedroom after work.

But this time, it's not a comforting sight. His heart rate slams suddenly, nearly knocking him to his knees.

You're fussing over your appearance in the mirror, putting together the finishing touches on your look for the gala Keigo (should not have) invited you to tonight. Your jewelry clinks with your movements, echoing off the walls of his head and knocking each thought out somewhere he can't reach.

When you turn to meet his gaze, you don't mention the way his mouth is hanging open ever so slightly.

"Oh! You gonna get ready soon? We have to leave in—"

"Can I kiss you?"

The words spill from his lips before he even has a chance to cover them with his hands, to shove them back down his throat. The bubbles of regret start to well up in him, thrums of panic making him scramble to take it back. He shouldn't, he really shouldn't, this isn't, he's not meant for, you're too—

You throw your arms over his shoulders as you honest to god laugh.

His hitched "mmph" when you plant your lips against him melts your heart. Shaky palms find their place against your hips, finally having the permission they've begged for all this time.

"Fucking finally," you sigh.

#hes so cuteee #felt fluffy today #hawks x reader #keigo takami x reader #bnha x reader #🖋 writing #🍧 sugar #hawks imagine #mha imagines #bnha imagines #keigo takami comfort #hawks comfort

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keikiri-kitten · 3 months

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babe. being from the midwest is hard enough. keigo makes it a little easier xo.

Midwest!keigo, who comes from the grungy part of town where the sun never shines. The Keigo who constantly seeks to feel the sun on his skin and watches trains pass by and thinks on top of abandoned park bridges. The one who loves to kiss you because your lips taste like Pepsi and your hugs are warmer than the weather could ever be this time of year. The Keigo who loves to touch you because you’re the only sense of reality he wants. Your body smells like every major holiday and tastes like his favorite songs. You’re the teddy bear waiting for him on his hand me down sheets, arms open wide with a smile reminiscent of summer festivals. His nose dives down your curves like he’s traveling the interstate, taking in the scenery of your velvety skin. This Keigo Takami is gentle with you and your body because surely good things never last, right? The man who never ‘fucks’ you but only makes love because if he’s to treat you like a toy, you’re a porcelain doll— never to shatter.

Midwest!keigo, who looks like an Ethel Cain or a Lana Del Rey song, but has never heard of these women until you played them in his run down car. Midwest!Keigo, who lives a blue collar life but hopes for something greater, and wouldn’t want to figure it out with anyone else other than you.

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hollowtakami · 21 days

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HEYOOO

so I read your keigo fics and I really loved them! What do you think about Keigo waking up from a nightmare and he can't find you, so he starts to panic, and when you come back from the toilet (or wherever you were), he immediately latches onto you panicking and crying

Man he is so sweet

hi anon! ^_^ tysm for your ask, it rlly made me smile hehe. here’s a small drabble as thanks:)

(apologies if its rusty, the only thing i have written as of late is uni essays-)

keigo gasped for air as though he’d been reborn, feathers pricked out like needles.

he clutched at his shirt like a vice, daring to tear through his skin and stress grip his dying heart. he panted, delirious amidst his fear.

the suns of his eyes bounced across every corner of the room, his free hand scratching away the duvet in search of you. nothing, not even his feathers could sense you, clouded by fright.

what the avian didn’t know was that you hadn’t left him like his father, you’d only gotten to get a glass of water after the drought in your throat had woken you up, not nearly as violently as the way your boyfriend’s body treated him.

what you didn’t know was that your boyfriend was unfurling faster than the might of his wings ever could.

pattering through the hallway of your apartment with a glass and a plenished throat, you gently broke your way into your shared bedroom with a tired hand.

your eyes retreated behind their lids at the light you swore you hadn’t put on, lest you disturb keigo in his sleep.

no, an instinctual feather did so.

you stop, feet planting into the carpet as your brain tries to process the scene in front of you, whirring through its fatigue.

there was keigo, plumage fluffed up in fear, eyes wild and pinned on you, your bedsheets in tatters.

“kei?” words clawed up your throat as you slowly made your way to the bedside table and placed the glass. keigo grabbed your wrist the moment you’d set it down, you managed to get a better look at him.

sunny bedhead and a dark sky lining his eyes, his chest heaved along with the heavy burdens that laced his blood, what was his own that didn’t stain his hands.

no matter how much he scrubbed his skin, keigo would never be clean. it had trickled into his brain, and he couldn’t even escape it in his sleep.

“stay,“ he silently barked, his words scratchy.

keigo’s stress grip on your wrist wouldn’t let up, the avian latched onto you for dear life.

your face fell, eyebrows furrowed as you saw his glassy eyes, glossed over with fear.

“bad dream, baby?” you whispered, slowly raising your wrist to run a hand through keigo’s hair, massaging his scalp with gentle nails.

keigo only choked on a sob, his vulnerabilities racing down his cheeks to their end. if only this would end, he begged to a god he wasn’t sure existed.

you brought your wrist down, eyes trained on the dots of his.

“‘m not going anywhere, baby boy,” you soothed, gentle reassurance hanging in the air until keigo was ready to pluck it down and hold it close to him.

he tried to not, more words contesting in his throat.

keigo looked down at himself, feathers shaking more than his tired body.

“bad..” he gestured to himself.

“you aren’t him, birdie,” your words were soft, sun against his skin. his heart swelled amidst the silent rage of his head.

soon, you felt keigo’s grip starting to soften too.

you grabbed the glass of water with a free hand, using the other to usher strands of gold out of his eyes, tucking them behind his ear as you helped him sip some water.

kissing his forehead, you cooed, “that’s my boy,”

keigo chirped, too frightened to speak. he would only chirp or coo when this regressed into his fear, not that you minded. you knew that his bird qualities were something he was forced to bury, much like other innocents.

but, there wasn’t any blood on keigo’s hands.

the only thing in his hands was the silk of your skin, fingers intertwined as you spoke to him with the song of your voice, an angel he would tell himself he didn’t deserve.

your wings were pure, his stained red. he was born like this, conceived by a monster of a man. so, that must mean that he was born the same.

it took an angel like you to help him realise he had never fallen, it was someone else who had clipped his wings.

#<3 #tysm for the ask!!#i had a lot of fun with this one #finally writing after over a fortnight or so #back to uni work i go-#keigo takami x reader #keigo takami fluff #mha comfort #mha x gender neutral reader #my hero academia hawks #hawks my hero academia #hawks x gn reader #reverse comfort #keigo takami #boku no hero academia #mha hawks #takami keigo #hawks x reader #hawks x y/n

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nightfall-kachiniko · 8 months

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your eyes fluttered as you awoken to the dim light in your room. The only sound in the house was the fans white noise as it spun around and around all night. You cuddle closer into your bed, shutting your eyes as murmurs escape your mouth. You could tell it was the early hours of the morning, or should I say late hours of the night by the silence that filled the room. Your arms reached to your boyfriends bed side, trying to hold onto him for any comfort to soothe you back to sleep, only to be met by covers filling your palms instead. Your eyes open again in realization, fully sitting up to see the empty spot where your boyfriend was suppose to be.

“Kei..?” You call out, looking around the room for him. No one’s here besides you. Your thoughts say back in response. “Keigo?” Your sleepy voice says once again, only to be met by silence.

you cuddle back down into your bed, your eyes falling in exhaustion and a slight bit of disappointment. He must’ve gone home.. you think to yourself.

The night felt long, and quiet, almost as if you were the only one in the town. For japans usual busy traffic, tonight had to be the most calmest. your beautiful eyes shut, as your hands laid at your side, blankets covering you comfortably. You slowly faded in and out of rest.

The crinkle of the covers awakens you alongside the feeling of a gentle pressure wrapping along your waist.

“hey..” a soft voice called out, his hand brushing the hair out of your face as your eyes fluttered, waking you out of your rest. “were you calling me?”

“Kei..?” Your tired voice says, finally recognizing the soft figure standing above you. “I thought you went home?”

He shook his head gently as a soft smile appeared on his face. “just got water.” he whispered.

You exchange back the soft smile as he kisses your forehead. “you okay?” He softly asks.

“Yeah I was just wondering where you were.” He nodded, placing his water down next to the bedside table.

“Nah I wouldn’t leave you like that.” He winked as his scratchy voice managed to tease in your ear, still being as quirky as ever even when he just woke up.

“You can go back to sleep doll, we don’t have to be up until another few hours.” He said, tucking the covers over you.

“What about you?” You asked gently.

“Don’t worry honey, I’ll stay.”

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fan-dweeb · 3 months

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When I say I want dabihawks whump, what I mean is I want Hawks to randomly FaceTime Dabi in the following scenario

Hawks: heyyyyyyyy Hot stuff

Dabi: Hawks???

Hawks: s-sorry. But I think- I think I might need some help

Dabi: Hawks??????

Hawks: ‘s jus’ a small scratch. But I can’t-

Dabi: Hawks??

Dabi: Hawks!

Dabi: Shit that’s a lot of blood

Dabi: You know bones are supposed to be inside your fucking body right?

Dabi: I’m on my way birdie, hang in there

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suguru-getos · 5 months

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| Aftermath | Keigo Takami x f!TherapistReader |

-> chapter one

summary: hawks who has just lost his quirk in the war & coping with his life as a quirkless man, decides to finally listen to his own self & seek therapy. why did he choose a quirkless therapist? maybe to seek solidarity— or maybe, he hoped you’d not judge him.

warnings: therapy, childhood!trauma, bnha!spoilers, mentions of inner child healing, keigo talks about his childhood, mentions of toxic!parenting, cocky!kei as always.

a/n: don't mind me giving my comfort character and my loml some healing lmaooo <33 i had sm fun writing this istg it made my heart warm. this is a slow burn fic, and the reader is a self-insert on some points because i can get self indulgent tehee!!

You wandered aimlessly, looking around the suite-like cabin and then down the skyline. Tokyo was always beautiful, even now when winters had just started to greet. There was a foggy blanket of clouds covering the labyrinth of buildings and you could never get over it. With your next client, it was obvious your thoughts were along the lines of… an Angel flying out in the skies keeping everyone safe, now reduced to someone without wings. Still an Angel though, but that's what you think. Maybe he doesn't.

You grimly sighed when your eyes wandered at the clock, there were still 30 minutes to your appointment, normally… someone like you would never get the opportunity to deal with heroes so popular. Hawks was a no show after the war, people thought he had died. People thought he left Japan for good. Though a faint glimmer of hope always made you want to believe he's still around. To your surprise when he was your client, you felt a knot on your stomach churn with anticipation and excitement.

You sat on your velvety chair, the lights dim and comfortable to the modernized architecture of your office. You gulped, opening his file and looking at the passport photograph of him. The scar he got in one of the fights in which a villain named Dabi publicized his kill was there, siren eyes staring into your very soul were there. How could you even try to open up someone who looks so ethereal and so threatening at the same time. You feel just as nervous as your first time, the personality that Hawks carries eating away at you slowly. You shook your head, jerking the thoughts away. Be professional, he is a client and you're doing your job.

If you hadn't been so dazed by your favorite hero and your crush; you were quite a number yourself. Cut-throat, not afraid to walk the talk, stern, fierce, kind and disciplined. People respect you and you command it when they don't. Not afraid to force someone to bend the knee if they indulge in animosity with you. It's just… Hawks was someone you admired oh-so-much! You had his merch and posters after all. Not that he would get to know that, oh no. That'd never happen.

Takami Keigo, 26, Born on December 28th. Blood group B+, MBTI-> ENTP, Schooling and training and everything was blank. Difficult, this would be a difficult case to deal with.

How did you fangirl over him? Well, that's perhaps for another day.

"Excuse me, Ma'am. He's here." Your assistant opened the door with a knock and you felt your stomach sink, biting your lip nervously and clearing your throat to gain composure.

"Hey there doc!" there he was, with his magical grin and long palms raised up to his eye level as he waved. Wearing denims and a loose fitted white T-Shirt. Casual, cute, confident.

"Oh hello Hawks!" You manifested the same energy, greeting him respectfully by standing up and bowing a little. "Jeez, can't get rid of the name yet huh?" He chuckles, though your mind has already starting to process if it was a fake one, the carefully crafted hero chuckle or was he genuinely this chill.

"I don't think so, whether or not you do hero work, you own the name." you responded with a smile, ushering him to take his seat. Oh he manspreads, leaning back and getting comfortable. Makes you wonder if he can see through the cracks of your personality just as you're trying to see in his. Who will unfold who first…

You closed the client book you had, looking into the beautiful goldens of his eyes and making eye contact. "So, I know the first session is usually the most awkward one. People try to get to know their shrink before letting themselves to open up." You glanced, and Hawks looked like he would devour you whole. He looked invested in your words, not in a faking concentration way… in a 'I will listen to what you have to say' way.

"Allow me to share some stuff about myself then, my name is Y/N. I am a therapist good morning. Apart from that, I like to participate in various hobbies like kickboxing, journalling, playing games, spending time with my cat, yada yada. I am an INTJ, I think MBTI has started taking the same wavelength in Japan as Korea huh? Everyone's obsessed with em' I think."

"Well" Hawks clicked his tongue, clearly unamused by your introduction, it was brief and curt. Not a fair deal for someone who will unravel him… then again, you are his therapist, not vice versa.

"I think so too, do you know, a lot of the fans pretend to be INTJs because they tend to be compatible with ENTPs?" He chuckled, rolling his eyes. God he does know everything… there was a whole article about this. "We could do the quiz together if you have your concerns." "Shyeah- no, I don't. Just sharin' yknow?" he winked, noticing how you nervously pressed your legs together. He was wearing Killian's Angel Share, and Bad Boy… one of your favorite scents & the effects were almost affecting you almost at a subconscious level.

"Mkay, gotcha! So, anyways… I don't want to force you to open up, take your time in it. Let's start simple. How are you?" You asked Hawks, and for a moment, the barest of seconds, you could see his eyes turn to a void. "Yeah, good, never been better you know? Vacationing now that I have a sick ton of money with practically nothin' to do. Ain't gonna waste it otherwise by being depressed."

You clicked your tongue, oh he would not open up huh? Well, not that you expected this to be an easy ride either. "Yeah, of course. Money does help… helps everyone. At the end of the day I'm sitting on this chair to be paid a hefty by you." You hum, crossing your legs and getting comfortable too. This would be a fierce mental war already. From the determination of a hero and from a healer who's been sought out by the same hero.

"Then again, it isn't everything."

Oh except if you could tell that to childhood Hawks, it was… it was everything. His eyes pale with the answer a little. "Led a very comfortable life haven't you?" He smirked, giving you a miniscule opening.

"Yeah, luckily." You responded, smiling… "Clearly you haven't."

Hawks stood silent at that, and that was an answer enough.

"You were a rich kid since you started your agency, was this your teens or childhood?" Before Hawks could decipher, the session had already begun.

"Well, I was the viral news subject after they found out I was Thief Takami's son." He raised a brow, and you nodded. "Shitty murderer dad, mum?" You felt bad on being so professional, but you also felt Hawks would push you away if you were too kind. Some people have stopped treating him as a person ever since All for One had taken his quirk away.

"Mum was well, absent, mentally." He responded, and shrugged. "Dad was abusive, used to beat me up as a child and mum was too engrossed in her own shit I suppose. Happy for her that she has a new life with a new husband and new kids." It was amusing how Hawks didn't sound salty about it… it could only mean detachment to the finest. A befitting coping mechanism.

"You didn't have to go through that, I'm guessing if I needed to ever, talk to baby Hawks, I can't have a childhood photograph?" You glanced hopefully. "Nah, not a single childhood photograph. Dad was too paranoid of things and mum didn't care."

"We usually uh, have this exercise you know? That you'd keep a picture of your childhood self at your bathroom mirror and remember who you're talking about whenever you feel self-doubt." You smiled, looking into his eyes with empathy but no pity.

"Well, too bad." He chuckled, embarrassed and definitely not liking this emotion.

"Who cares at the end of the day, it's just the first few years of your life." He responded again balming his own thoughts more so than talking to you.

"Yeah, but every phase of our life is important. When your father abused you, hit you, didn't you feel enraged? Or scared? Or both?" You bit your lip, trying to mentally detach as much as possible.

"I felt nothing. I just wanted to not end up like them. If I was as angry as him, then I would become like him. Even my childhood self knew I'm better than that." There was pride in his eyes when he said so.

"True, yes, however… no expectations from your mum to save you?" Hawks shook his head no, shrugging. "She'd get beaten up too."

You nodded, not writing anything down on the paper just yet.

"Alright, I want you to do something for me." He raised a brow when you said that, "I don't want us to traverse further until you try doing this, mkay?" You grinned, "Imagine someone coming to your home, breaking the door at the moment of your abuse, that someone is you. The big, pro hero, you. Then, I'd like you to hold little Keigo's hand, and take him out. How about that?"

Hawks gave you an expression which was a mixture of 'How absurd' and 'Interesting'.

"Do that for me, and do that as many times and in as many scenarios you feel like you needed to be protected. You needed to be healed from." You coo softly… meanwhile Hawks' brain lagged at you saying 'Little Keigo'. So far he thought you didn't know his name… despite it being telecasted worldwide. No, you just refer to old Keigo as Hawks, but little Keigo isn't Hawks… he's just Keigo.

Was he reading too much into this? Would you soon bridge the gap between little Keigo and Hawks? Would you call him Keigo too?

The alarm clock chimed, time was over. You glanced at it and then back at him. "Well, guess you wouldn't be bored anymore, of me." "Hey, give yourself some credit little Shrink." he winked, smirking, "You're really good at this, can't wait to see you next time." "Don't come until you don't do what I asked." "Sure thing jeez."

With that, he left, and you could almost kill yourself at the way you tried to imagine little Hawks in pain. No, attaching to clients is the biggest NO. Yet, you can't help but feel positive tingles at the thought of him doing that little exercise and telling you about it.

Until next time, Keigo Takami.

#hawks #hawks bnha #hawks x reader #bnha x reader #mha x reader #mha angst #hawks bnha angst #bnha spoilers #keigo takami #hawks x y/n #hawks x you #hawks x reader angst #bnha comfort #mha comfort #mha x reader angst #mha x reader comfort #aftermath hawks #hawks x f! reader #keigo takami x reader

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chaotic-bun · 7 months

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poor thing ☹️

#dabi’s emo phase never ended #hawks is so done XD #but he’s here to comfort his bf as soon as he decides to acknowledge his presence lol #dabi is just a sad little blanket ball #bnha #bnha fanart #mha fanart #boku no hero academia #mha dabi #mha hawks #dabihawks #toukei #hawks x dabi #hotwings #my hero academia fandom #league of villains #todoroki touya #takami keigo

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snowdropluck204 · 1 year

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How They React to Their SO Getting Stalked - BNHA (pt 2)

This set of headcanons is for @lovelywritersgarden, thank you so so much for your request! If anyone has an idea or a request they'd like to read from me, please comment or send me a message in the inbox!

Hope you enjoy it!

PART 2

Katsuki Bakugou

I feel like no matter the scenario, even if it was something light, he would go crazy! It doesn't matter if nothing bad happened to you, if he found out your life was in danger, or even your privacy violated, you can bet he would be the first person on the scene, shouting and growling at people!

~ Katsuki was getting sick of this, watching his idiots playing video games used to be really funny, but now it was just boring. ~ It was the same thing over and over again, he wished he was hanging out with you instead, but unfortunately you didn't go to UA and were working on a school project with your lab partner. ~ He never trusted that guy. ~ He would always stare at you, and he always seemed to be in the same places you were. ~ The two of you had gone out to a curry place for your date night last week, this guy had been in the store across from you. He was always waiting outside the school doors when he would drop you off at the gates. Katsuki was pretty sure he had seen the guy skulking around near your house! ~ He had a bad feeling when he'd walked you home the other night, he kept hearing rustling in the bushes, you told him not to worry about it, but he knew something was wrong. ~ That was when he got a call from you. ~ Answering the call, he was smiling (or smirking), happy to be hearing from you, as always. ~ "Hey babe, how's your project go-" ~ "Suki, you need to get over here, right now!" ~ You were whispering, it was echoing, like you were in the bathroom. ~ "Babe, what's going on? Are you okay?" Katsuki was immediately on edge, he didn't like where this was going. He knew he should have trusted his gut. ~ "It's my lab partner! He's crazy! We said goodbye, he left but as I was about to start getting ready for bed, there was a flash in my window, the creep set up a camera outside my house!" (y/n) was scared, terrified even. ~ Katsuki's face went stern and worried, already getting his stuff and leaving, without giving his very confused friends any insight. ~ Making it to your house, he could see your bedroom light on, he stayed on the phone with you, making sure you were safe, turns out you had hidden in the bathroom. ~ And the guy Katsuki was so worried about, was pounding on your front door, yelling at you to let him in, saying her was sorry and that he only did what he did to keep you safe. ~ "Oh yeah? Safe from what, exactly?" Katsuki barked, standing behind the stalker, arms crossed over his chest, his eyes almost glinting with his anger. ~ The stalked seemed to be smirking, until he turned around and saw the infamous Bakugou Katsuki standing there, his fingers beginning to spark. ~ He obviously. ~ Katsuki used his key on the front door, coming in and letting you know it was him and that the weirdo was gone. ~ You came running out of the bathroom, wearing one of his shirts, leaping down the last few stairs, you fell into Katsuki's arms crying hysterically. ~ "I've got you babe, I'll always protect you."

Eijiro Kirishima

I feel like Eijiro would probably panic about it more that you would, he would be worried sick about you, hoping desperately that you were okay, when in reality, you were the one that had effortlessly fixed everything!

~ Eijiro had never felt so out of sorts! ~ He had been panicking so much over the last few days, you had told him the moment you had started receiving pictures of yourself, threatening messages and you had the feeling that someone had been following you for months now. ~ And somehow you weren't the one panicking in this scenario, he was! ~ When everything went wrong in school, or during his training, he was usually so level-headed, so cool. So... Manly... ~ But this time, you were the cool one! You had gone straight to the police and the pro heroes. ~ They found the person who had been stalking you, a girl from the support course. ~ They had been given a stern talking to and a restraining order from the police and were expelled from UA for clearly not exhibiting supportive heroic behaviour. ~ "So not plus ultra!" As Denki had said when you had told them what had happened. ~ Eijiro still couldn't sleep well, he had nightmares, he was making himself physically ill from the worry, so he decided to head over to your dorm room. ~ Knocking gently, on the off chance that you might be sleeping, he made his way inside, to see you reading in bed. ~ "Hey pebble, you okay?" He asked, tentatively. ~ You nodded, clearly interested in your book. Wordlessly, you lifted one arm, making a grabby hand at him. ~ He took your invitation happily, jumping into bed and cuddling into your stomach. ~ You placed a kiss on his head, running your fingers through his hair. ~ You knew exactly why he was here, you knew he felt better when you were around, somewhere where he could keep an eye on the surroundings. ~ He loved you so much, this stalker problem had caused a strain on his mental health, he wanted to make sure you were safe. ~ As he was falling asleep, he looked up at you with happy eyes and mumbled under his breath. ~ "You're so manly baby."

Izuku Midoriya

Izuku would be similar to Fumikage I feel, going completely overboard with security until you got annoyed... Obviously you couldn't be mad at the cinnamon roll for too long, I mean, look at his little face!!!

~ After the stalked had been caught and taken care of, Izuku went nuts! ~ He had put security cameras everywhere! Nowhere that would invade your personal space of course, but everywhere else. ~ Mina nearly killed him when she walked out of her room and ran straight into Izuku on a ladder, installing a camera above her dorm room. ~ You decided that he was getting a bit too overboard in his security measures. You had tried to sit him down and talk to him about it, he had just started rambling a million miles per minute, trying to get back to his detective vigilante work. ~ He had finished with the security cameras and had moved on to detailed guards, he had his friends watching you when you were out of classes, in classes, walking you to your dorm and escorting you home. ~ He'd gone so far as to having his guard duty on their own radio frequency, they had walkie-talkies each and you best believe, the boys loved it! ~ Izuku was taking your safety so, incredibly seriously, that his grades had begun dropping, his sleep schedule was all over the place, he had been neglecting his own health to make sure you could feel happy in your own place. ~ He was falling asleep at his desk, he wasn't doing his schoolwork, even Aizawa was worried about his problem child! ~ He sent Izuku to his room, he asked you to go with him (mainly because Izuku refused to leave otherwise), and you settled him in bed and made sure he was falling asleep. ~ "Izuku, I know you want to keep me safe, but I can take care of myself, what you've done so far is so sweet, but it's unnecessary. You need to take care of yourself now... Understand?" You said with a tight smile. ~ Izuku could see you were worried about him, so he nodded quietly and fell asleep, his hand holding tightly onto yours. ~ He removed his security cameras the next day, pleasing Mina greatly.

Shouta Aizawa

Shouta wouldn't be all that worried about you, you were surrounded by pro heroes and cats that would put their lives on the line for you. There was also a certain student that he knew would keep you safe.

~ If anyone had been traumatised by the stalking scenario, it hadn't been you, or Shouta, it was Shinsou... ~ He had been so worried about you! ~ You were the person he turned to when he was worried, stressed or scared, now he realised that he couldn't, that he had your own things to deal with. ~ Now you were worried about Shinsou. ~ He had pulled away from you and Shouta, he had bottled his feelings and he was about to pop. ~ Coming into Shouta and your shared apartment, he was already stressed, classes were difficult, training had gotten harder and worst of all, your stalker had yet to be caught. ~ You on the other hand, were smiley and cheerful, as always. ~ "Hitoshi!" You grinned, seeing your favourite (foster) child enter the kitchen. ~ You had been busying yourself around making dinner and cleaning up the apartment, but you were never busy for Hitoshi! (Or your cats Miso and Hizashi). ~ "You okay sweetie? Come sit down, dinner's nearly ready!" You said, still wearing a bright smile. ~ Hitoshi couldn't take it anymore, beginning to shout, loudly and passionately. ~ "How can you be so happy!? Someone was stalking you! Your privacy was completely invaded, and you're the partner of a pro hero! If he can't keep you safe, who can!?" ~ "Shinsou." ~ Shouta was stood behind Hitoshi, waiting patiently to speak. ~ "I know you're worried about (y/n), I am too and believe me when I say, nobody is more ashamed that this happened than me. I let this happen and I let them get away. But I am doing my best to find the person responsible and have them punished." ~ Hitoshi looked down, biting his lip harshly to stop his tears from falling. ~ You smiled softly at the boy, opening your arms and drawing him in for a hug, which he eagerly returned. ~ Looking over the boy's shoulder, you could see Shouta smiling at the two of you, it made him happy that you took such sweet care of his protegee. ~ But he was still immensely disappointed in himself, first, because he had failed to keep you safe, but also because he hadn't noticed the effect this had had on Hitoshi. ~ He was going to keep the both of you safe, no matter the cost.

Takami Keigo

Honestly, out of all of the MHA characters, I think Takami would be the character to get the most outwardly angry. Not against the stalker, or even the police at failing to keep you safe, but at himself for not noticing sooner.

~ It had been nearly a week since the stalker had been caught and convicted, you just wanted everything to put behind you now. ~ You were heading over to Takami's agency, you were meeting him for lunch whilst he had a break. ~ Entering the building, you walked straight up to his office. ~ Takami had made a big parade of showing you off around the building when the two of you had become a couple, a sort of bird tradition, he said. ~ At the entrance to his office, his receptionist seemed worried. ~ Looking up at you, they looked even more worried, "(l/n)-san! I'm so sorry, but you can't go in there, Hawks is... Is in a m-meeting!" ~ You looked at them confused, "Takami didn't mention any meeting to me..." You mumbled under your breath, but still turned to wait downstairs, preparing a text to let him know. ~ When you heard a loud crash, coming straight from Takami's office. ~ Turning swiftly, you rushed into his office, slamming the doors open, "Takami! What..." ~ As you let your eyes drag around the room, you could see the amount of damage he had done. ~ His computer had been completely demolished, the screen shattered and cables torn. The paintings on his walls had been ripped to shreds. Paperwork was everywhere. Takami was stood staring out the window, after having thrown the books off the shelves. ~ His feathers were ruffled and his breathing was heavy. ~ "Honey..." ~ Takami turned, shocked, clearly not having heard you enter. ~ "Uh, hey chick, I'm sorry, you... You weren't supposed to see that..." ~ Takami looked truly ashamed of himself, he hadn't wanted you to see him like this, but he had been killing himself thinking about what had happened to you. ~ "What did you do?" You asked him, walking closer to him, holding his hands gently in yours. ~ He sighed, sitting down in his chair and looking up at you, his usually impish face looking tired. ~ "What happened to you, shouldn't have happened, I've been so busy working I wasn't looking after you and this happened." ~ Takami looked so disgusted with himself, staring at his feet. ~ "I was supposed to keep you safe, I failed. You were scared and your privacy was violated, I should have been there baby bird and I didn't even know this had happened to you until after they caught the guy!" ~ You could see he was getting more and more upset, you lifted his chin, pressing a kiss against his forehead. ~ "My love, this wasn't a situation you could control, it's been handled and I feel safe, because I'm with you. Now can we please go to lunch and maybe look at new decor for your office? You look like you could use some!" ~ Takami smiled gratefully at you, kissing your hands before nodding, holding the door open as you both left to go to your favourite chicken place. ~ This would never happen again.

I hope this was okay! I'm not used to writing for some of these characters, but I hope you enjoyed it!

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thehusbandoden · 7 months

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For You -Hawks x Reader

A/n: I had zero idea what to do for the title :')

General info:

Genre: angst to comfort/comfort // wc: 1, 042 // meow- idk

Summary: you finally fall apart after four months of trying to be "okay" without your husband.

Warnings!: A bit of Hawks spoilers, crying, loneliness, and acting "fine" when you're not. Please let me know if I miss any! <33

My Birdy 🥰❤️ (Hawks):

i just feel really bad for being gone so long :((

My perfect, goregous, angelic, Baby Bird 🥰😍😘🥺❤️💍 (you ;3):

I'm okay!! ofc I miss you, but it can't be helped! I'm fine baby, dw about it ❤️

My Birdy 🥰❤️:

oh i love you oh so, soooooooooo much!! i can't wait to pull you in my arms and smother you with cuddles, kisses, compliments, i love yous, and kisses!!!!

My perfect, goregous, angelic, Baby Bird 🥰😍😘🥺❤️💍:

you already said kisses! But I can't wait either :)

My Birdy 🥰❤️:

ohhh i wanna wrap you up and smother you oh so so much

You smiled sadly as you continued to read the texts your beloved spammed, hands shaking. You were in fact not okay, but there was no way you'd tell Keigo that. He already feels so bad about having to be away- he does not have to deal with the world crumbling guilt he'd feel if you really told him how heart broken you were without him.

Keigo, being the sweetest man alive, spoiled you for a full month before telling you that he had to leave in about a month, puppy dog eyes wet as he clung onto you, chin resting on your chest, occasionaly nuzzlng into his "pillow".

You were dissapointed, but it was only two weeks, you'd manage.

Or so you thought.

It had been four months, and you -and Keigo- were utterly miserable. Though you knew that he'd want you to talk to him, you refused to put more weight on his shoulders.

He was also missing you, plus he had to worry about fighting villains, filling out reports, keeping up with the Commision's standards, keeping a smile on his face, and whatever he had to do for the underground work that you were sure he was having to do on top of everything else.

In your opinion, your feelings didn't matter as much as Keigo's mental health, and so you would keep quiet, smile, and keep your head high for your beloved Keigo.

My BIrdy 🥰❤️:

i missed you so much!!! but i love you even moree!

Letting out a teary giggle, you move to reply.

My perfect, goregous, angelic, Baby Bird 🥰😍😘🥺❤️💍:

I love you too!! but don't you mean 'miss'? :P

A few more tears fell down your cheek as you stared at Keigo's profile picture. It was another one of the thousands you took without him knowing. He was staring at a picture of you lovingly, and you luckily caught a picture of his love struck expression, it was honestly one of your favorites.

HIs blonde locks were messy from his slumber, his honey eyes heavy with sleep, and his chest bare. His hand was working to detangle his fluffy hair as he smiled up at a picture of you he had xinsistedx to put on the wall in the hallway- much to your embarasment.

After you took a few you snuck up on him, wrapping your arms around his waist as your burried your face into his warm shoulderblades.

"Baby BIrd! What'cha doing sneaking up on me like that?! Stalker~!"

"You're one to talk! Who was just staring at a picture of the other person?!"

"I couldn't help it! You're just so goregous!"

The memory brought more tears as they cascaded down your wet cheeks, increasing in speed as the dam started cracking.

As another notification went off you clicked your black screen, reading Keigo's newest text swiftly.

My BIrdy 🥰❤️:

nope, i meant 'miss' ;)

Right as you were about to critizize his grammar your balconoy door slammed open, causing you to jump out of your skin.

"I'm home Baby Bird~!" Keigo exclaimed, thrusting out his arms dramatically.

"Keigo.." you whisper, eyes scanning Keigo's familiar form.

He seemed a bit bulkier, and his hair was longer. HIs honey eyes were heavy with exhaustion, but were shining as they searched for your form, immediately focussing on you when you spoke.

His hair was a mess, along with his hero costume and cracked glasses- though he stilled looked incredibly attractive.

"Baby Bird!" Keigo smiled, hurrying towards your huddled figure. You were laying on your back on the expensive love seat Keigo insisted you needed for movie nights. You had told him that it would be too small but he just grinned and replied, "I know, that's the point! We'd be forced to be squished against one another!"

"K-Keigo." You whimper, sitting up to let him take a seat next to you.

"Baby what's wrong?!" Keigo exclaimed, immediately sitting down to pull you into his lap, rocking you back and forth while kissing any skin he could reach- immediately bringing you comfort.

"I- I just-"

"Shhh it's okay baby. You can wait to tell me." Keigo soothed, kissing your lips sweetly.

Your lips trembled as you tried to hold in your sobs, causing Keigo's heart to break.

"It's okay Baby Bird, you can let it all out. I'm safe, you can trust me."

You wobbly nodded, telling yourself that you wouldn't let your emotions win.

"I love you so much." Keigo whispered, pressing a lingering kiss to your forehead.

Sobs spilt from your lips as you clung to Keigo, tearfully babbling about how much you missed him and how hard it was to keep quiet. You eventually started venting about other things that were going wrong in your life. Keigo stuck by you the entiret time, listening to every word.

After your sobs died down and you simply dug your face in the crook of his neck he gently sang to you, luring you to a peaceful slumber.

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\\The next day; 9:42 a.m. //

Blinking open your eyes you look around, wondering how you fell asleep.

You remembered talking to Keigo, and then breaking down-

"Keigo?!" You call, worried that his return was a mere dream.

"Yes my darling?"

Smiling, you hurry to jump in his arms, nuzzling your cheek against his.

"Good morning baby." Keigo whispered, kissing your lips lovingly.

"About last night.. I'm sorry for-"

"Baby Bird, if you apologize for having feelings I swear I'll-"

"No no! I'm sorry for hiding them from you!"

"Oh- well then you will be forgiven as long as I get lots of cuddles and kisses.

"Deal."

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pinoyhawks · 16 days

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i'll see your heart and i'll raise you mine

takami keigo/hawks x gn!reader

Description: You can read him just as well as he can read you and he's not yet sure whether that's a blessing or a curse.

He's starting to edge toward blessing when you reach for him.

content warnings: hospital setting, whump, graphic description of injuries, brief descriptions of medical procedures, bodily trauma

[crossposted from my ao3: link]

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“So you’ll never guess what I saw today.” Hawks tugs at the curtains, blocking out the golden rays of the setting sun. He knows you hate it when the sun’s in your eyes. “Do you remember that one photoshoot where I had to stick paintbrushes and scrub brushes through my hair and behind my ears and in my mouth?”

Hawks glances back at you. The slight dip of your head urges him to continue. He gives the curtains a final tug before making a beeline for the electric kettle on the counter of your hospital room’s mini-kitchen. The water within begins to boil at the push of a button.

“When I was on patrol, I saw a billboard advertising some sort of brush for feathers and—wouldn’t you know it?—I was on it! Apparently, that was what the photoshoot was for! Brushes for feathers!”

He shakes his head in disbelief as he tears open two packets of peppermint tea, the electric kettle beeping loudly as steam pours out of its spout. “They didn’t even tell me what the photoshoot was for while we were taking it. Wanna know what the kicker is?”

He pauses for one or two seconds, for both dramatic effect and for the space where your answer would be, before pressing on. “They didn’t even give me one of those feather brushes!”

Hawks dips two bags of peppermint tea in and out of two paper cups, one for you and one for him. “I mean, I’ll admit, my feathers don’t really need brushing nor did I really want one, but still. Would’ve been nice to receive some sort of care package or branded gift basket from them, right?”

The smell from such a small portion invades his nostrils and feels like toothpicks sticking into his brain. How you drink this every night without getting overstimulated, he’ll never know, but there’s no way he’ll make a fuss about it. Not when recovery from your incident demanded that much of your independence and daily rituals be taken away from you.

Hawks figures it must have been painful to be denied the simple joy of having a cup of peppermint tea before bed during the worst parts of your recovery. So he makes two. One for you to drink, one for him to hold. You’ll finish yours and he’ll give you his.

He picks up the two cups and makes his way to you, treading carefully so as not to spill. From your seat on the hospital bed, you carefully pull the overbed table towards you, a safe place for two cups of tea to land. “I know it’s stupid,” Hawks says, gently placing one cup in front of you, “but hey. You asked me to talk about my day and that was the only thing I could think of.”

You beam up at him before shaking your head as if to say, No, I don’t think it’s stupid. I’d ask for a gift basket too if they made me stick a toothbrush up my nose and took a picture of it without telling me what it was for.

Something in his chest aches at the thought of your possible response. His grip on his paper cup tightens as he watches you breathe in the minty steam before taking your very first sip.

It’s been two weeks since the incident, hard to tell from how quickly you’re recovering physically. Dark circles still bruise the bags of your eyes, your face looks gaunter, and your skin looks a little duller than usual, but the scratches on your face are shrinking and with every change of bandages he stumbles upon, the gauze wrapped around your abdomen comes away with less and less blood.

Yes, you’re healing, no doubt about it, but the silence that hangs over your room and fills the air like a wicked miasma tells him a completely different story.

A quick tap on his arm startles Hawks out of his spiral. You fix him with a concerned look, brows knitted together. Hey. You’re flying off again. Come back to me . Hawks tacks on those last two words, just for himself. You’d never say those last two words, but he lets himself be selfish in that way. It’s hard for him not to be selfish when it comes to knowing ( knowing , not guessing ) what you, his very first, genuine friend, would say.

Hawks plasters a placating grin on his face. “Sorry, sorry,” he apologizes, patting the back of your hand. “I’m fine. I promise.”

Your lips press together briefly before splitting into an affirmative smile, but Hawks catches the microexpression quick enough. You don’t really believe he’s fine, but for his sake, you’ll help him keep up that silly little illusion. You can read him just as well as he can read you and he’s not yet sure whether that’s a blessing or a curse.

He’s starting to edge towards ‘blessing’ when you reach for him, palm up and fingers opening and closing. Hawks switches his cup to his other hand to take yours. As soon as his hand is in yours, your thumb brushes over the back of his, back and forth, back and forth. It’s okay. It’s okay, you seem to say. You smile up at him as you squeeze his hand tightly. It’s gonna be okay.

Hawks swallows down the lump in his throat at how the situation has turned itself around. He’s here to comfort you in your trying times, not you comfort him for not being fine.

You’re the one who got caught in the crossfires of a villain attack, not him. You’re the one who suffered multiple blunt-force injuries in the chest, the stomach, and the head from being tossed around so violently, not him. You’re the one who could barely breathe the moment you entered the hospital’s treatment room, your breath rattling as your lungs fought to push air in and out of you from within your battered ribcage, not him. You’re the one who’s nonverbal thanks to a mix of trauma from the incident and vocal cord paralysis from your injuries, not him. You’re the one relying on body language and the notes app of your phone to ask for the simplest things, not him.

Between you and him, Hawks is the most selfish person in the room. How dare he call himself a hero?

Hawks drops your hand.

For a moment, your expression falls before he takes your hand in his once more. His thumb strokes over the cracked and scarred skin of your knuckles in the same way you did his. Your smile makes his heart hammer against his ribcage. He sets down his paper cup on the overbed table to cup your hand in both of his.

I’m here. I’m here for you. I’ll take care of you, he hopes he says as he raises your hand to his mouth.

Briefly, he presses his lips to your knuckles. Short, but reverent in every way. I love you, I love you, I love you.

Hawks looks up at you with bated breath, taking in your softened gaze, your teary eyes, and the pleased curve of your smile.

You set your cup down on the overbed table, right next to his, and cradle Hawks’s cheek in your palm. Something blooms in your chest, something much more powerful than fear and injury.

“Love you, too.”

#mha #my hero academia #takami keigo #hawks #mha hawks #hawks x reader #hurt/comfort #light angst #god i love a lil hurt/comfort don't you?#straight from nana's pen #sfw

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keiskake · 1 year

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baby bird is my home (hawks)

takami keigo x gn!reader

fluff, neck kissing (lil bit)

wordcount ~ 307

summary ~ takami keigo has had a long day from work and all he wants is to hold you in his arms and recharge.

a/n ~ this idea was up in the air all day, soooo had to write abt bb kei

he was out since sunrise, before leaving he placed a gentle kiss on your temple and headed out into the sky. it was almost 11:00pm. you knew when he came through that door he wouldn't want anything but you. he told you that timelessly, over and over and over. and you never got tired of hearing him coo it into your ear, it made you weak in the knees.

and speak of the devil.

you sprinted into the doorway, eyes gleaming at the sight of your love coming home from a hard day of heroes work. you gave him that sweet innocent smile that you always do when he comes home. it was enough for him to throw himself on top of you, pushing you both onto the floor with arms wrapped around one another. "kei-." you murmured, trying to breathe as he crushed his weight onto you. "sorry baby bird, missed ya' so so much. stay like this for a minute, gotta recharge.." his voice creeped into your ear, whispering sweet and loving words. takami keigo knew that his words could sway you into his bidding.

he nuzzled his head into your neck, placing small little kisses on it and taking in your sweet gentle scent. he loved that cake scented body spray you dabbled over yourself, your scent was the sign of home for him. your tender small hands that stroked his golden hair and his crimson red wings was a sign of home for him. your soothing and comforting words of affirmation was a sign of home for him. you were his home.

"long day sweetheart?" "mhmm, but it's all worth it if i get to come home to this." he placed another kiss on your neck, and the both of you stayed entwined in each other's embrace for who knows how long.

#hawks x reader #hawks x y/n #hawks fluff #keigo takami x reader #keigo takami #bnha fluff #mha fluff #hawks #comfort

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takami-takami · 1 year

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Let Me Take Care of You.

includes— hawks x reader. minors dni. hurt/comfort.

warnings— brief unhappy childhood/life mention. keigo making you feel safe if you'd just let him :(

"Let me take care of you?"

Keigo knows what it's like to be the kind of tired that aches in the marrow of your bones. He can see it in the slump of your walk, in the drag of your feet like you're wading in water. It's the kind of exhaustion that can't form in a single night. No, this is the crumbling that results from years of battering. Years of bruising. Of a childhood suitable for wild dogs, of a mind tattered by the weathering of a life unkind.

Broken, you tell yourself.

Not to him, he thinks. Never to him.

You want to hiss at him, wrench your hand away from his as he rubs the pain away from your joints, like if he's tender enough with your skin it'll heal what's underneath. Yet, you also want to melt into him, to dive into the pool of his love like it'll keep you afloat somehow.

You don't know what you want. But it's okay. He can do enough thinking for the both of you. He can do that if you'll let him.

Keigo is born and bred for the self sacrificial, you think. It runs through his veins, evident in the way he used to return home from work at the endturn of evenings just before the sun began to rise. Nothing in his life, nothing in his body, ever belonged to him, really. It was all just fodder to be sacrificed to someone else. For the greater good, so others can rest easy.

It was only when he met you that he began to unravel this unhealthy mindset. His 4 a.m.'s of waking to the shrill screech of his alarm ringing off the walls of a cold, empty bedroom were long gone. In their stead now are hazy memories of waking to sunrays peeking through the blinds at the highest point of noon, of the pleading look in your lovesick, sleepy eyes as he gives in to your "come to bed?" for another night.

You treat his emotional wounds with the reverence and love that could stitch together aches he never noticed he had.

Why couldn't you let him be that for you?

Why couldn't you let him in?

You suppose you don't want to be a burden. You don't want him to give any more of himself than he has to, don't want him to return to those old habits of giving until he's empty. You don't want to scare him away. Keigo is more astute than you give him credit for. You don't need to utter those words for him to hear it.

His hands tremble with the weight of his empathy for you. When your lip pouts the slightest bit, when you look anywhere but his pleading eyes, he can feel the pangs of ache in his heartbeat, the buzz of tenderness that threatens to spill out and overflow.

"This," he starts, speaking with a gentleness one would use when approaching a stray animal. You suppose you are one, these days. "This helps me too, you know."

He doesn't miss the way your breath hitches in your lungs— like you're starting to believe him. His words crawl over you, making a home underneath your outer layers.

He's confessed before that you are his healthy outlet for it all, for all those urges he can't scratch himself. To protect and provide.

Caring for you isn't a sacrifice, it's home.

"Please. Let me take care of you?"

Finally, finally, you utter the word he's been longing for.

"Okay."

#i'm going through it so i wrote this for anyone else going through it xoxo #hawks x reader #bnha x reader #keigo takami x reader #mha imagines #bnha imagines #hawks comfort #keigo takami comfort #🍧 sugar #🖋 writing

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keikiri-kitten · 1 year

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AFTER THE DAY IS DONE ★ KEIGO TAKAMI

hawks x reader. fluff, comfort, smut adjacent. keigo wants to sleep with you after a long day of work. he wants all of you <3

“Keigo,” your body shifts under the blankets. You’re woken up by warm, damp kisses on your cheek and shoulder. There’s a dip on the bed; his body hovers over you with his lips cherishing you from your shoulder blade and trailing down your back. It’s always late when he comes home from patrols, but he always made it back before the early morning. Except for today.

“Mm, I’m sorry,” he coos. “I just wanted to let you know I’m back home.” The hero keeps in mind that he has to be gentle with your tired self, hoping his movements aren’t too sudden.

The tip of his nose grazes along your back, smelling the perfume on your shirt. His eyes close while relishing the moment with you. How he missed you so. There’s a scarred hand that glides tenderly down your arms; his fingertips trickle over your skin before they find themselves under your shirt.

“I missed you,” you grumble, fluttering your eyes open while continuing to feel full lips dress you over your top.

There’s a chuckle that is pulled from the hero as he leans his body upward to sneak a kiss onto your lips. “I missed you too.” As your eyes shift to spot your lover, you can see his hero suit is already off as he’s draped in night clothes. He wants all of you right now. His day like many others was hell and he just has to have you in his arms— bare. “Wanna sit up for me?”

You oblige willingly. He can see how drained you are, pulling you up by the waist. The hero’s position changes. With your eyes drooping once again, you decide to simply close them. Like this, you feel his knees on each side of you. He steals a kiss on your lips, soon tossing your top to the floor.

Keigo adores how you have enough consciousness to fold in on yourself. Your arms cuddle between your legs and your head is hung low. “I hate to do this to you when you were sleeping so peacefully.”

“Then let me sleep.”

His laugh makes you crack a smile, helping you fall back to mattress. On your side once again, you felt your underwear meet the same fate as your shirt. Golden eyes linger over your drowsy frame in attempt to shove away any impure thoughts. He could have his pretty birdie when you were awake.

He’s gentle when he pounces on top of you. Thick fingers tangle in your hair as he litters your temple in kisses. “You’re lovely,” he whispers along your cheek. “The loveliest.”

You hear his voice though you falter between reality and a dream state. A hand of yours reaches out to grip the hem of his sleeve, pulling him in. You say nothing but he falls on the bed to face you. Your body makes its way into his arms, taking in the cologne you missed so much. “Did you have a good day?” You groan.

“I got to think of you. My day was wonderful.”

“You’re so corny.” He chuckles at your insult, kissing your temple. “Sleep with me.”

“‘Night beautiful.”

#keigo takami #keigo x you #mha keigo #keigo x reader #keigo fluff #hawks comfort #keigo takami comfort #keigo comfort #hawks x reader #hawks fluff #birdie #hawks #keigo takami x reader

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hollowtakami · 15 days

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Hi! I really like your Hawks fics, I love him so much, it hurts. I want to make a request, if it's fine. How, do you think, will Hawks tell fem reader his real name? I feel like he needs time for it, like a year or something, will he just going to say it randomly amid the conversation or he will prepare himself and reader for it? Thank you in advance!!

hiya anon! tysm for this request!! this was really interesting to write, i can’t tell if it’s an imagines or more of a character study - but i loved writing it nonetheless. thank you for stopping by! ^_^

Hawks might have a silver tongue gifted to him by the Commission, but Keigo Takami is nothing but pyrite.

At least, that’s how he sees himself.

Even before he met you, he always wondered if he was capable of being loved, being the son of Takami The Thief and coming from extreme poverty.

Then, he met you. The most beautiful girl he’d ever seen, breathed life into his dead heart. You were on his mind constantly; the sweetness of your voice, the softness of your hair - god, how he wanted to run his hands through your hair and hold you.

It took him a while to ask you out, simply because of his low self-esteem. He feared that you could do better, but he also feared that the ‘better’ would come and steal you from him.

The only thing was - you knew him as Hawks. Hawks, one of Japan’s top heroes. The suave bachelor with wings redder than the faces of his admirers every time he soared into view.

He was afraid you wouldn’t accept Keigo. He was nothing compared to Hawks. Still, he would rather lose his wings than lose his girl.

He asks you out rather suddenly, calling you in the early morning. You could tell he’d been up, pacing his room as his mind paced around his skull at the thought of asking you to be his girlfriend.

You’d accepted, of course. You loved him, you just didn’t know there was more of him under all his feathers.

A year into your relationship, you couldn’t ignore that it seemed as though Keigo was hiding something.

He was almost on autopilot, distant from everyone, from you. It hurt, especially since you had no idea why.

So, you confronted him. You sit down on the edge of the bed in your shared apartment, fear glazed over your eyes.

When you ask if he was hiding something, Keigo’s heart sinks. He knew it was time. He couldn’t lose you, he loved you more than he loved himself. You were his girl, and nobody else’s.

“My name…is Keigo Takami.”

You were visibly confused, Keigo desperate to read you for any signs of abandonment. Then, it clicked.

Hawks was yours, but Keigo always had been. He had just been waiting for the right time to unfurl his wings, show himself to you.

After a hard conversation for the both of you, he’d explained everything and completely opened himself up to you. It was the most vulnerable you’d ever seen him in your time together, feathers sharpened, more on edge than he was. Hardly making eye contact and messing with his hair, he fumbled through his story.

And you hung on to every word. You were his, he was yours. Keigo was yours. Hawks was just a part of him, not who he really was.

Hawks was pyrite. Keigo was gold.

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nightfall-kachiniko · 3 months

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Dear god, keigos cologne.

If you think cologne isn’t the sexiest part of a man, you’re wrong.

When they’re wearing that expensive fancy scent it makes you go nuts.

The moments when he pulls you into a loving hug, his Amber musk scent never fails to make your knees weak.

When you put on one of his hoodies and it smells like him, it serves as a constant reminder that your his and his only.

When you lay in his bed, his bedsheets smell just like him, wishing he could come home faster.

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houseoftulips · 11 months

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A Kiss of Forgiveness | K. Takemi/Hawks ~ the one where you seal your forgiveness with a kiss

─➭ pairing: hawks/takemi keigo x fem reader

─➭ mentions of: normal relationship arguments, angst but nothing heavy, fluffy ending, reader is implied to be shorter than him, not proofread because i did this in one sitting

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Some would think it’s childish or others would think it’s adorable and romantic to seal your forgiveness with a kiss. It’s something that just happened to be a thing you and your husband, Keigo.

It first happened in the beginning of your relationship with the young hero way before you guys got married. A villain attack had happened in the city and the news had been given false information about keigo’s whereabouts during the fight. This, sparking rumors of him being dead under all the aftermath of the fight.

So you called him, over and over and over again. There’s no answer from him. It only went straight to voicemail.

After five long hours of being in the dark, he came back with bumps and bruises, thankfully. But what started the argument was how nonchalant he was coming back to his apartment where you were frantically waiting for him. He nearly had a deadpanned expression on his face as he stood in front of you with a distressed look on your face.

The asshole had the audacity to ask, “What’s wrong?” like the ass he’s acting like in the moment. (in your eyes)

Since you were so frustrated with his obliviousness, you started yelling at him and asking him what happened or why wasn’t he answering his phone? And being caught off guard by your sudden yelling, he went off too. Saying how it was unfair to him that you cornered him like that out of nowhere. So both of you were having near yelling match with each other for 20 minutes when you finally broke down.

Keigo’s scowl softened quickly seeing you look away from him to swiftly wipe your growing tears away. In the beginning of your relationship, he silently struggled with emotions. Often laughing everything off with a wave of his hand but shoved them away as fast as he could. Then obviously he met you who helped change and grow from that and he didn’t even know it yet.

So seeing you wipe away those tears that he did (in a way) caused, he practically flew across the living to wrap you in his arms and wings. You squealed a bit feeling the sudden movement from him and feeling your feet slightly lift off the floor.

“Don’t…,” you heard him whisper as he nuzzled his face into your neck as he tightly wrapped his arms around your waist, “Don’t cry, please…”

But nonetheless you still cry but just to let the pent up frustrations and fear you were carrying out. “Asshole…,” he heard you sniffle as he felt you wrap your arms around his neck. He felt your warm tears touch his cheeks and it only made him hug you tighter.

He sighs softly as he lifts his head away from yours to rest his forehead against yours. He takes his gloves off his hands and places his warm palms on your cheeks. His thumbs softly wipe away the falling tears as he nudges his nose against yours.

“I’m sorry…,” he whispers, “I got trapped under a building that collapsed with civilians… My phone broke in the process and I had no communication with anyone. And I went straight to the Hero Commission without thinking because that’s what I had always done before.”

You let out a small sob out of guilt because you felt bad for assuming the worst when he was perfectly fine. But you cared about him so you were scared. Scared you lost him so early in a blooming relationship that you saw a future with.

You sniffle and took a deep breath. “I was so worried, Kei… I’m sorry too. I was just so mad at you because you came back like nothing happened. So many people were saying things about you being gone…”

You let out another sob again as Keigo moved his arms around your neck to pull you as close as he can. “I know, I know. I just…,” he sighs in frustration because he thinks it’s silly to feel the way he does, “I’m not used to having somebody waiting for me to come back. I’m used to an empty apartment or the Hero Commission office. This is new to me…”

You sniffle and bury your face into his work shirt. “I’m here for you, Kei,” you say softly as you wrap your arms around his waist, “I don’t plan on leaving anytime soon and I want to experience more with you.”

You lift your head and rest your chin on his chest. Keigo takes you in with his golden eyes, seeing the tears stuck to your lashes and tear stains on your cheeks. You’re beautiful, he thinks but he knows you hate it when he says stuff like that when you think the complete opposite.

“If you want that too…you need to work with me,” you say to him with a sad look on your face.

“Of course I want that too,” he says without hesitation, “I wanna grow with you, baby. I don’t plan on letting you go anytime soon.” He kisses your forehead then your temples, then your cheeks before blowing raspberries into them.

You giggle instantly as you both begin to sway in each others arms. “Keigo!” you laugh, “Hey! I’m still mad at you!” you joke.

Keigo stops and pulls away with a pout on his face. You can even see his wings begin to fall behind him. You smile softly which only grows the pout on his face.

“Why ya’ laughing?” he asks with the hint of begging reassurance, “Are you still mad?”

“Next time, call me as soon as you can. You’re working, I know but I want some reassurance too. Okay?” you whispers as he rest his forehead against yours once again.

“Okay,” he says back, “Can you say it?”

You tilt your head in confusion. “Say what, love?”

He looks away from your soft gaze with furrowed eyebrows. You give him time before wanting to ask again but you see him muster up the courage before you could ask. He looks at your lips then your eyes with a soft pleading look.

“Say you forgive me, please…”

You smile as you go on your tippy toes to reach his height. “I forgive you, Kei,” you whisper against his lips before he wraps a hand around the nape of your neck and pulls you in for a kiss.

It wasn’t a heated kiss like how most of yours end up like but this was reassuring and comforting. Something that you both needed in this situation. His hands slowly meet together on the sides of your jaw as you both pull away slowly while adding an extra kiss or two.

“You forgive me, baby?” he smiles.

“I forgive you, Kei…”

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