#kiego fluff

[babaukulele]

Panic

Hawks almost faces his greatest fear, thank goodness your there to help him come back down to earth.

CW: anxiety, light disassociation, comfy happy ending. Hawks thinks he didn't save you in time. 

A/N this is an extremely self indulgent fic. Dissociation has been a long time  struggle for me and I sometimes project onto my comfort characters to see it from the outside and think about what would help. If you have similar struggles this is one of many methods that's helped me in the past. I can make a more detailed list of techniques later if could help anyone. 

Angst to fluff my darlings, not very proof read i’m sorry

1050 words.

He could feel his heartbeat racing. His body couldn't move although his mind continued to race. People were sprinting around and yelling. One of the sidekicks shook him by the sleeve, she could see the barely concealed panic in his golden eyes, his pupils thin slits. 

A building had fallen behind him. Your building. He had been a few blocks over, the sound of the apartments crashing simply mixed into the chaos of the attack. He had captured 10, saved hundreds that day from the destruction. Not that any of it mattered. His knees buckled, panic rose in his throat, his chest constricted. He forgot how to breathe. He staggered towards the rubble as the rescue efforts continued. He couldn't take it. He couldn't stand the thought that you might be–

“Hawks?” 

You stood behind him. Thank god you found him. You had heard the commotion, been called into action, and had run out to the streets helping people to evacuate. He turned to you sharply and froze. You immediately recognized what had just happened. 

“Help me check a vantage point. I want to see something.” you point to a skyscraper maybe half a mile to the north. You kept your eyes on him, he didn't dare look away. His sidekick looked between you. Whatever you needed was important. 

“We have it covered here, Hawks. We will see you back at the agency to finish up the report.” She gave you both a quick thumbs up and ran back into the commotion.

You nodded your thanks. He still felt frozen. You walk over and give his arm a quick pat. You needed to leave the public eye. Immediately. 

“Come on feathers” you mutter.

He finally shakes awake, grabbing you and spreading his wings for lift off. His adrenaline still coursing through his veins, you make it to the building within the minute. He has an uncharacteristically awkward landing and you try your best to hide your stagger. Finally he lets out a shaky breath. He has helped you countless times through your fears. The shock hits him like a wall and he starts to breathe heavily. You pull him to the ground to sit with you. He stares at your hands as his eyes start to well up. Losing you was his greatest fear.

“Hey, Kei.” you keep your voice low and gently hold his hands in your lap. 

“I- I thought that…”

“I know, I'm sorry I should have updated you. They called me to help evacuate a little after you arrived.” It was meant to be your day off. Thank goodness you were on call that week. 

He shook his head, still rattled and unsure. You watched him carefully. 

His breath hitches. You had a feeling you knew what was coming next. After so many years of suppressing his every emotion, his brain had saved him time and time again in the only way it knew how. 

His breathing grew shallow, his eyes started to unfocus. His brain overwhelmed, he starts to check out. You were both familiar with dissociation and how scary it could be. You also had grown close enough to recognize when it started and what could help each other. 

You gently grasp his cheek and tap your fingers a couple of times, bringing a new sensation. You needed to act quickly yet gently. 

“Hello my love. I’m sorry, I know that was terrifying”. 

Your other hand grabbed his wrist and placed his palm on your own pulse point. 

“We made it out though. I am very much still alive, a few bruises here and there but no blood loss, no head injuries, no broken bones I swear.” 

His eyes barely lifted to where you laid your hand over his. Good. any response was a good response. You smiled softly.

“Now we get to sit here together, right? The sun feels nice this time of day…”

Locking in his senses again was essential.

“...the wind messed up your hair a bit, I like it like this.” 

You run your fingers over his scalp, he leans into your touch. Your heart aches for him. 

“The ground is still here to support us…”

You pat the cement below you holding you ironically about 50 stories high. His breathing starts to pick up again. 

“I’m so glad you brought us here birdie, thank you.” 

His eyes widen at you. You smile and move closer into his lap, pulling him in for a hug. You feel him breathe in your scent, his favorite he always said. Sappy bastard. 

He lets out a sob. You try to hide your smile and rub his back.

“There you are”

He gently shakes against you, finally gaining his feeling back to his body.

“I thought I lost you.” 

“I know. But you found me didn't you?” 

He pulls you closer and squeezes. 

“I couldn't even look for you. I couldn't even move.”

You huff a laugh.

“Well I guess I was the one who found you this time. It's okay. We will find each other.”

A tear hits your shoulder, you continue to sit with him.

“I’m sorry” he whispers

“For what?”

“For freaking out, for crying, for not coming sooner.. I don't know just all of it.” 

You pulled your head back and caught his face to look at you.

“Now that's not fair is it? Should I apologize for needing your help when I'm scared? Are my emotions an inconvenience for you?” 

He shook his head, almost panicked.

“No, no of course not!’

You wrap yourself against him once again.

“So why would you? I like helping you, it makes me feel good. Don’t be selfish and take that away from me.”

He huffed a laugh. Calling your kindness selfish… 

“Lets stay here as long as we need. We can figure out an excuse later. Just, be with me for a bit?” 

He wraps his heavy wings around you and nestles his head into your neck after a gentle nod. He felt small. But he had you to protect him, a new feeling he could never truly regret. 

The sun continued to warm your skin, the wind ruffled your hair and his wings, the building held you high away from the chaos. You both let yourself feel, together. Until you were ready to join the world below once again. 

#kiego takami #kiego x reader #hawks #hawks x reader #cw #cw dissociation #hawks fluff #hawks angst #mha #mha hawks #bnha hawks

[bby-blu-swirll]

hairdressing | hawks x reader

little short where a long term customer recommends her stylist (you) to a coworker of hers <3

(HELP IDK WHERE THIS CAME FROM LOL)

soft rock filled the small space as you swept across the salon floor, making a small pile of your last client's blue hair. you smiled to nobody in particular, taking a deep breath. you really did love your job. it was an art to you, and every person who passed under your hands for a cut or dye felt like a small masterpiece.

you worked out of a small salon in downtown kyushu, on the cutest street corner across from a bakery. it had three stylist chairs in their respective stations, each decorated to their owners' liking. yours had small (f/c) prints along the wall, little butterflies scattered around, and your mirror was lined with some miscellaneous polaroids and string lights. at first they were just for the vibes, but you quickly noticed the majority of your clients finding a significant amount of joy in taking their instagram photos with it.

the other stations had been filled with personality of their own, belonging to your salon co-owners, two lovely people you became quick friends with in cosmetology school. however, one had clocked out for the day hours earlier and the other had no appointments, so the shop was yours to enjoy while you waited out the clock. of the three of you, you were the only one who didn't leave after the last client. you hardly made appointments before 10 am, so if you had some extra time before 6 pm, you would tidy the salon and see if you got any walk ins. if not, you closed at your 8 hour mark. every once in a while though, someone would wander in asking for a quick cut and you were always more than happy to comply.

so now was one of those evenings. your last client, coming in for a fresh trim, had walked out at 5:20. and here you were, just humming along with the music and bobbing your head.

a soft buzzing from the counter tore your attention away from the pile of blue hair you were sweeping and brought it to your phone, with an incoming call. you smiled softly at the icon, a picture of you and rumi from the last time you two had been able to go out together. at this point, it must have been months ago. she was always so busy with hero work now, which you completely understood, it just made you miss the days before she was number 5.

you had gone to the same middle school and stayed connected since. of course she went to a high school to get her hero license, (before you, too, since you met in her last year, and your first) but you wouldn't let that stop you from seeing her on weekends, or stop her from forcing you to help with the classes she didn't understand. in exchange, she let you practice on her hair to help your chances of getting into a better cosmetology school. hell, she even let you dye it once or twice. ever since, you were the only person who's cut her hair, ever.

you put the phone to your ear with a smile. "heyy, hunny bun! what's goin on?"

you heard her playfully scoff through the phone, as if you haven't been calling her that since you were 15.

"hey babes, just had a question for ya." her cheerful tone was unwavering as usual, you could practically hear her confident smile through the phone.

"mkay, shoot."

"are you with a client right now?"

you tucked your phone under your ear with your shoulder, picking up your broom and starting to sweep the pile towards the automatic vacuum in the corner. "mmm, no, my last one left just a few minutes ago, actually." you heard her say something you didn't quite catch, like she was talking to someone she was with. "why? what's up?"

"do you still take walk-ins until 6??" her tone was more eager now. you smiled a bit, wondering what for.

"yyeeaaahh?"

"oooo! okay perfect, then i have someone who desperately needs your help." you could hear annoyed and offended protests come from her line and you couldn't help but stifle a laugh. "oh shut up, you've let it grow too long and you know it! stop acting like a stubborn child." she chuckled slightly before turning her attention back to you. "think you've got time for a quick trim for my friend?"

with a small smile, you turned to the clock on the wall. "yeah, plenty actually. how far away are you guys? should i put up the closed sign in the window in case someone else comes in?"

"nah, don't worry about that. we just got off patrol like four blocks from you. should be five minutes, tops."

you stopped your sweeping and froze, just a bit. "patrol? you mean i'm doing one of your pro hero friends' hair?"

"well you've been doing mine since we were 13, i figured it wouldn't be a big deal." she sounded so casual, which was in character for her, yet still astonishing to you, considering the circumstances.

"i mean yeah, but i know how to do your iconic haircut because i've been doing it for, i don't know, almost 10 years?? not to brag, but i'm probably the only one who can do it just the way you like. but if you bring me some big shot hero and i screw up his 'do, then it's all my fault." you chuckled slightly.

"ahh, don't sweat it y/n. i know you'll do a great job. besides, it's not like i'm bringing you chris hemsworth or something, it's just someone i work with every once in a while. feel free to screw up his 'do as much as you like." her end of the call was suddenly filled with miscellaneous protests and insistent "NO, DON'T DO THAT-"'s, followed by her cackling furiously.

you couldn't help but laugh yourself. "alright, well i'm gonna finish cleaning up from my last appointment. i'll see you in a few, yeah?"

"alright see you then babes."

"buh-bye hunny bun." you hung up, smiling softly, a bit excited for whatever was coming your way.

when the golden bell above your door rang just a few minutes earlier, you were reorganizing your hair colors. as soon as you turned around, you smiled and threw yourself at rumi in a big hug, laughing as she scooped you up and spun you around. it's a habit she'd picked up way back when she first started heavy lifting.

she squealed as she squeezed you, finally setting you down. "agh, i feel like it's been so long since i've seen you!"

you chuckled slightly, rubbing the back of your neck. "yeah, it's almost like that's because it has."

your smile changed into a curious look as you remembered why she was here, looking behind her at the eye-catching scarlet pair of wings on her friend. realization dawned upon you as your eyes met his, golden and piercing, even through his tinted glasses. you huffed a laugh and smirked, cocking your head to the side. he held out a gloved hand for a shake before stopping.

"oh-" he chuckled and bit the middle finger, pulling out his hand and offering it again, flesh and bone this time, for a friendly shake. "hey, i'm-"

"hawks. i'm familiar." you smiled and laughed softly. "call me y/n."

"pleasure to meet you, y/n." the way your name rolled off his tongue made you hesitate for just a moment, biting the inside of your cheek in thought.

"likewise... hey rumi?"

"mhmm?"

"remember when you called me earlier?"

she smiled playfully. "yeah, i think so."

"yeah, and you said, 'iT's nOt LiKe i'M bRiNgiNg ChRiS hEmSwOrTh'?"

"mhm mhm i think i remember that."

"so.. wanna tell me what the number two hero is doing in my salon, oh my God?"

she laughed loudly and patted you on the back. "y/n don't worry, i promise you have nothing to stress about. now i'm gonna pop into the bakey across the street and see if i can get anything before they close, why don't you go ahead and get started?" without waiting for an answer, she was already back in your doorway. "screw him up, yeah?" she winked playfully before closing the door and making her way to the crosswalk outside.

a moment of silence passed as you watched her make her way across the street before hawks spoke up.

"sooo.... please don't screw me up, too badly."

you laughed as you prepped the rinse station for him. "oh no don't worry, you're in perfectly adequate hands."

he let out an amused hum. "i don't know, adequate has to be an understatement, if you're the one doing rumi's hair. she told me you were the one who did her hair and makeup for that magazine she was in a few months back, said you style her for every event too." he shrugged off his jacket and slipped off his glasses, dropping them in one of your lounge chairs.

his easy going tone and relaxed smile had already made you feel more at ease. "yeah... well i mean, i guess i just know her, what looks good and what she likes, you know? we go pretty far back." you chuckled, motioning for him to come take a seat.

"well whatever you end up doing to me, i'm sure it'll look great." his relaxed, almost cocky smirk rested on his face comfortably. though you thought you saw it falter for just a moment when you pressed a hand to his chest to guide him back, neck resting on the edge of the bowl, head leaning into the sink.

"well let's hope so..." you smiled softly as you lowered your voice just a bit. "let me know if the water's too hot..."

he hummed as the warm water poured over his scalp, visibly relaxing. as easy going as he always seemed, it must have been exhausting to always be on guard, looking for trouble. "mm... 's perfect."

you bit the inside of your cheek again, smiling still. he exhaled softly as you massaged the shampoo into his scalp, looking like he was sinking into the chair even more.

"hawks..?"

he opened one eye, looking up at you. "hm?"

"you okay?"

"oh, yeah... sorry," he chuckles faintly. "just, feels good... sorry if that's weird."

"oh! no, ha, not at all."

as you go along with the rest of the wash, conditioning and rinsing, you couldn't help but wonder if he ever got attention like this. as far as the media could tell, he didn't have many personal relationships, and he reacted so easily to your touch, it was like he hadn't relaxed, had personal attention like this in a while.

you moved him to the chair without many words. as you comb through his hair, you look up for just a moment and catch his eyes on yours in the mirror. you continued what you were doing, holding his gaze.

"...what?"

his smile returned with an amused exhale. "nothing, just watching you work."

you returned the expression before turning your attention back to his hair. "okay.. so rumi said you needed a trim, how much exactly am i lopping off?"

"ah, probably an inch, hardly more. it's been getting in my eyes when i'm fighting, which is like skating on thin ice, so..."

you nodded, picking up your sheers. "okay, i get you."

"i usually get it cut every few weeks to keep it manageable, but the guy who was doing that before quit on me."

you tilted your head curiously as you began trimming around his neck. "really? why's that?"

"ah, i ended up having to see him pretty often, guess he kinda got fed up." he laughed lightly.

"every few weeks is already pretty often, why would you need to see him more often than that?"

"i solve issues before they can happen. but i also assist other heroes pretty often, walking into battles that have already started. and sometimes my own situations can still get out of hand. if i get banged up, chances are so does my hair. it's been burnt, ripped out, shaved around head injuries, pretty much anything you can think of."

as he talked, you pulled strands of hair to snip. every once in a while, you would notice small-ish scars buried under his overlapping layers.

"yeah, i think i see what you mean..." you gently run your fingers over one of them, watching carefully as his eyebrows quirk up slightly.

"yeah... anyway, guess the old stylist got tired of fixing me, and ended up quitting a few weeks ago. of course, i'm basically the commission's 'golden boy'," you didn't even have to look up to know his eyes were rolling. "so i guess he was the best in the area. that's why they're looking for someone new now, and why i've been looking just a bit overgrown." he chuckled lightly.

his eyes followed as you picked out your sheers and comb, making your way in front of him. his classic smirk stayed on his face as you leaned in closer.

your voice was low as you bent over just slightly, raising his chair. "sorry, just need to do your front parts quickly..."

"no worries..."

"so... if your image is such an important part of the job, why'd they higherups trust you to someone like me?" you smiled faintly. his eyes fluttered closed as you began to trim the hair falling around them.

"actually, that was mirko's idea. she speaks pretty highly of you, ya know. besides, she thought maybe, if you did a good job, she could convince the commission to hire you to take care of me." he winked playfully. though it was perfectly in line with his personality and was likely a regular habit for him, it still made your stomach drop for a moment. "if you're interested that is. she thought you might be. no pressure, of course."

you moved back behind him as you felt your cheeks heat up, putting down your tools before facing away. "uh huh..."

"wooow, i can see why she's got so much faith in you." his smile was obvious in his voice. when you turned back to face the mirror, you saw him admiring his reflection, hair still slightly damp and falling into his eyes. "i look sexy~"

you laughed and put your hands on his shoulders. "yeah yeah, i haven't even styled it yet."

he chuckled softly turning his head from side to side with a sly grin. "i'm not even sure you need to, sweetheart. you do know best, though."

it was hard to miss the flirty tone in his voice, and harder to ignore now that he was throwing in nicknames, but you were sure it was just his personality. he was a reputation charmer, after all. his ever-lingering smile made you grip your hairdryer just a bit tighter every time you caught his gaze on yours in the mirror.

as you were adjusting his fluffy hair, you noticed the texture was slightly lacking. "hey, your hair is kinda dry..."

he quirked up an eyebrow. "really? that's weird, i take great care of my hair."

"i mean it's not too strange, high winds will definitely do that." you looked around your shelf for a moment before picking up a few products. "i can fix it though."

he watched curiously as you pumped some leave-in conditioner into your palm, rubbing your hands together. as your fingers found their way into his hair, you first saw him relax before you felt him slightly lean into your touch. he sighed contently as you took your time massaging the product into his scalp, not wanting to interrupt how relaxed he looked.

"okay..." you spoke softly, voice low. "you're all done."

you smiled and unbuttoned the cape, watching as his smile grew. "honestly? bang up job, princess. i see why you get such glowing reviews."

you laughed lightly and shrugged. "thank you, but it's really not a big deal." you turned your attention to the shelf of product again. "oh, before i forget-" you picked up a small pink tub and handed it to him. "just use this in place of your conditioner and leave it for like 5 minutes, whenever you shower. should help with the dryness a ton."

he picked up his coat and took the container from you, his fingers lingering on top of yours for just a moment. "thanks... i owe you one." he winked again, and again you felt your stomach drop.

in a matter of perfect timing, rumi finally pushed open the door of your salon again, three little bags and a coffee in hand. "hey, sorry i took so long! i ended up getting something for both of you though!"

she handed you a small bag with your favorite pastry inside, still warm. you thanked her with a warm smile, turning to hawks, who looked less amused.

"poppy seed muffin?" he scoffed, his playful smirk returning. "you're hilarious."

"ahh, i know i am." rumi laughed lightly and threw her arm around you, still looking at hawks. "nice cut, by the way. told you she could restore your sight." the three of you shared a laugh as she took a swig of her coffee. "anyway, why don't you get out of here? i'll walk y/n home and catch you later, yeah?"

he nodded. "sounds good. hey, y/n, what do i owe you for the fresh cut?"

"oh, don't worry about it. it was just a trim and last month you totally saved my block from getting blown sky high, so we'll call it even." you smiled softly as he pulled out his phone.

"aww c'mon, at lease let me tip you."

you rolled your eyes playfully, deciding to not fight him. "i have a venmo qr code on my mirror if you really feel so inclined, but really, don't worry about it."

he sauntered over to your mirror and scanned it, tapping on his phone as he made his way to your door. "thanks again! i'll get your number from rumi so i can call you up next time i need your help." his flashed his pearly whites one last time as he closed the door behind him.

you turned back to rumi, who had begun to tell you all about everything that's happened since you last sat down together, when a knock sounded from your front window. you looked out to see hawks motioning to his phone and winking one last time before he finally took off.

you smiled and knit your brows in playful confusion until you felt your phone buzz. it was a venmo from hawks, with nothing but a small heart as the note. rumi almost spit out her coffee when she saw it, and your jaw was already on the floor.

this man had just tipped you $200.

***

as it turns out, the next time hawks would "need your help" was sooner rather than later. it was hardly 5 days later when you were walking from the coffee shop across the street to your own salon when your phone rang with an unknown number. you picked it up, expecting one of your clients maybe calling to reschedule or cancel. instead, you were met with the whistling of wind and a familiar smooth talking voice.

"heyyy y/n! it's hawks, i went ahead and got your number from rumi."

"oh-" you almost stopped in the middle of the crosswalk due to your surprise. "hey, what's up? did something come up?"

"nothing bad, no. are you at work yet?"

you smirked as you pulled out the keys from your pocket, trying to find the right one as you got to your door. "just arrived, actually. why?" no response. "hawks?"

as you slipped the key into the slot, you looked down at your phone and saw the call had disconnected. "okay.."

when a sudden rush of scarlet filled your vision, you yelped and almost dropped your coffee. hawks had practically fallen from the sky and landed right next to you, standing close, his cocky grin unwavering.

"oh my God, you scared the hell out of me!" you clutched your chest, laughing and waiting for your soul to come back to your body at the same time.

he chuckled and pulled something from under his coat. "sorry 'bout that sweetheart... would these make up for it?"

he held out a small bouquet of flowers in your favorite color.

"wh- what? why..."

"when you did my hair, i noticed the ones you had on your front counter were dying. i saw these on my way in this morning and they reminded me of you and your shop, thought they would look nice in the place." he smiled as you took them gingerly. "consider it a thank you!"

you opened the salon door with an exasperated smile, feeling it grow wider when he followed you in. "well they're beautiful and i appreciate them, but believe me, the VERY generous tip was more than enough."

you put the flowers in the now empty vase, adjusting them when he got close behind you. your eyes widened as his hand found your lower back, pressing slightly, his breath close to your neck.

"c'mon princess, just let me express my gratitude~"

you didn't realize you were holding your breath until he stepped back and you suddenly let it go. when you turned to face him again, his playful fun smile was back and he looked so casual, you almost wondered if you had imagined whatever the hell that just was.

"anyway, i've gotta be in soon, and i imagine you've gotta get your shop opened up, yeah?"

"ah...yeah.."

"then i'll catch you later. have a good one!" he left with a signature wink before taking off.

whatever that morning was, became a regular thing. every few days he would drop by for a visit for whatever reason- replacing your flowers, bringing you a pastry in the morning, offering to walk you home after work, even though you only lived a half a dozen blocks away.

and with every little reason to see you, came some "harmless" flirting that made your stomach do somersaults.

finally after almost three weeks he had actually come to you for the smallest clean up. while you lightly snipped his ends, he asked if you had considered the position of being his personal groomer. you told him you wanted to think about it more and he told you not to worry about it, but he did have a favor to ask.

in a few days time, he needed to be at an important event. just a hero dinner of sorts, it was meant to be all over the media though, so he needed to dress to impress. after seeing your work with rumi, the commission approved of you making hawks camera ready (upon his request, of course). it just standard hair and makeup, but it was an important job nonetheless.

against the better judgement you'd gained over the last few weeks of dealing with him, you agreed swiftly.

so here you were, outside his door with your cosmetology bag, ready to make up him and rumi.

rumi would take longer for both hair and makeup, so you decided to start with hawks. so she would be coming over later, which left just you. and him. alone. in his penthouse apartment. what could possibly go wrong.

aside front that he answered the door shirtless in sweatpants, nothing. so far.

he stood with one hand on the doorframe, the other on the door itself, towering over you with a sly grin. you had to force your eyes to stay on his face instead of wandering down to his incredibly cut core. you felt your stomach flood with butterflies as the softest flush covered your face, and he didn't take long to notice.

"you've got some good eye contact, sweetheart, i'll give you that."

his smile relaxed a bit as he stepped out of your way, opening the doorway of his apartment to you. you stepped in without mentioning any of whatever the hell just happened, biting the inside of your cheek with a soft smile.

you held up your bag, looking around. "where should i..?"

"ah," he began to move towards his living area, just a couple couches with a chair gathered around a coffee table. he plopped himself down on the soft rug of all places, in front of the table. "figured this might be a good place since, you know, you've got plenty of natural light to work with."

he was right, the entire wall across from his front door was basically made entirely of glass. it left a beautiful view of kyushu outside, with a terrace you imagined would be perfect to watch the sunrise from.

you smiled as you sat across from him, both of you cross-legged. "yeah, it's perfect actually..."

"perfect..." he mumbled to himself. his gaze lingered on you as you pulled out your makeup bag.

"so." you turned to him and scooted a bit closer, reaching a hand towards his face. "do you mind if i..." you hesitated, halting your hand just before your fingers grazed his skin.

he gulped and nodded, confident smirk faded as his pulse picked up. you lightly cradled his jaw and carefully turned his head from side to side.

"well you've got great skin... smooth, not oily, i doubt i'll have to do any base..." your voice was low as you spoke, talking more to yourself than him. he just hardly nodded as you inspected him closely. "i'll give you some highlight and contour though, just for the camera... your eyelashes are stunning..."

he cracked a small smile. "thanks.."

you returned the look and met his eyes. "you're welcome..."

time seemed to still between you for a moment. his eyes flicked to your lips for the shortest instant, you almost missed it. he inhaled deeply before clearing his throat and looking to the side. you sucked in a quick breath as you turned your attention back to your makeup bag, digging out a brush and a couple of small product bottles. you handed him a headband, still not looking at him.

"ah, so..." you took a deep breath before finally facing him. "here, i'll just go in with a thin base just in case. flash photography isn't the most flattering lighting,"

he chuckled softly, deep in his chest, and your heart skipped a beat.

the next few minutes went by with minimal conversation, mostly just you letting him know what you were doing now, and him nodding along or making small sounds of approval. silence otherwise filled the room as you tried to focus on your work, though his eyes constantly wandering over all of you made it slightly difficult.

when you finally made it to his classic eyeliner, you accidentally let your gaze wander to his lips. you pushed aside all your thoughts and impulses and channeled your inner makeup artist.

"hey hawks..."

he opened his eyes as you moved the eyeliner pen away. "hmm?"

"your lips are kinda pale, would it be okay if i put a little stain on them?"

"oh," he bit his lip and furrowed his brow. "yeah for sure, i'm probably a bit dehydrated." his smirk was back, resting on his lips comfortably.

"yeah.." you took another deep breath, trying to keep your face from getting too pink. "the lipstick i've got now should actually work fine, its somewhere in my purse..." you picked up your highlight stick and put your fingers under his chin to turn his head to the side. "i'll get it in a second..."

he hums softly in response. you carefully applied the highlights to all the right places, emphasizing his cheekbones and the tip of his already curved nose. you heard his breath falter, just slightly, when you cupped his face in your hand, using your thumb to blend it out on his cheek. to your surprise, he closed his eyes and leaning into your touch. it was your turn to have trouble breathing, even more so when he placed his hand over your own and looked at you with a piercing gaze. you stopped what you had been doing all together, frozen as he turned his head. he pressed a small kiss to your wrist, then another, his lips lingering for just a second longer this time.

at this point your heart was in your throat trying to process what was happening. when he turned his gaze back to you, everything stopped. his friendly smile was gone, replaced with a fierce look, demanding and intense. neither of you moved for a moment, just stared. your stomach jumped as his eyes moved to take a long look at your lips. the second his gaze met yours again, he pulled on your wrist, practically yanking you into his lap. his hands moved quickly, one pressing against your lower back (a touch you'd actually grown used to form him) and the other cradling the base of your neck.

you could feel his breath on your lips. all you had to do was tilt your chin and you would feel them against yours. his hand on your neck moved up into your hair, looking at you through half lidded eyes.

"can i kiss you?" he practically breathed out his words, softer than a whisper.

you took a deep inhale and closed your eyes. "yes."

you'd hardly gotten the word out before he pressed his lips against yours forcefully, hungrily. his kiss was demanding, like he had been waiting for the longest time to finally get this from you. you tangled your hands in his hair, smirking just a bit. it was soft.

he finally pulled away, keeping close to you. both your faces were flushed deeply, and yours only got worse when you remembered he wasn't wearing a top.

"y/n..." the way your name rolled off his tongue made you shiver. or maybe it was his hand on your back, creeping beneath your shirt.

"hawks-"

"kiego."

your eyes widened as he pressed his lips to your jaw, feathering kisses all the way down towards your neck.

"you... i want you call me kiego."

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lil extra &lt;3

rumi showed up just after you had finally started on kiego's hair. as expected, her makeover ended up taking significantly longer, but the three of you didn't mind. by the time you finished curling her gorgeous (but VERY long) hair, it was time for them to go. they both looked spectacular in their dresswear, and you had to struggle to keep your composure helping kiego with his tie. his sly little grin never left his face as you messed with the fabric, trying to remember how, instead of thinking about his lips.

when you had packed up all your stuff and started to get ready to leave, kiego stopped you.

"its already dark out! why don't you just kick back and stay here for a while, yeah? i'll only be gone a few hours. make yourself at home." he had leaned close to your ear, his breath tickling your neck. "besides, we've gotta... talk more, when i get back~"

you agreed quickly, not wanting to seem suspicious in front of rumi. as much as you wanted to tell her, and knew you would soon, you needed to get a few things settled first.

so here you were, sitting in his apartment. even though he was insistent on you making yourself at home, the most you had really done was play some music, use one of his water glasses, and kick back on his couch.

you checked the time again. as far as you could tell, the event had ended just a bit ago. you had checked a few news outlets, seeing some clips already uploaded from the beginning of the evening. almost every one of hawks was him refusing to shut up about the new stylist who had gotten him looking so nice, and furthermore insisting whoever it was, was a secret (for now).

those were your favorites.

in the middle of a clip you were watching of rumi going over her latest fight, you heard keys in the door. you sat up on the couch and watched hawks walk in, a tired smile decorating his face. his jacket was thrown over his arm and his tie was undone, hanging around his neck loosely. the sleeves of his shirt had been rolled up his forearms, exposing a few cord bracelets.

"hey, sweetheart." he kept his gaze on yours as he tossed his jacket to the side, along with his tie. he slowly sauntered towards the couch, unbuttoning the first few buttons on his shirt. "glad you stuck around~"

his tone was flirty, but tired, and it was so attractive.

he settled on the couch almost on top of you, one of his legs between yours as a hand on your chest guided you to lie back.

"hey kiego..." you blushed and smiled as one of his hands found your waist. "how was the dinner?"

he pressed his body against yours, sighing as he relaxed into you. "exhausting... let's talk about it tomorrow."

you chuckled and tangled your hand in his hair, playing with it and massaging his scalp. he pressed lazy kisses to your neck, making you blush harder.

"be my girlfriend... stay over tonight... stay forever..." he said between kisses.

you closed your eyes and took a deep breath, melting into his gentle touch.

"okay.. <3"

DAMN BRO THAT ENDED UP BEING A LOT LONGER THAN I MEANT IT TO BE- "little short" YEAH OKAY SHORTY,

5619 words, which is almost 13 full pages in google docs omg-

sorry and you're welcome <33

idk if any of my future writing will be this long but ig we'll see ! at least i can say i'm starting out strong lol

i haven't the foggiest where this idea came from and as of rn i have scarcely any others, so if anybody wants me to write something short or long or whatever to any specific idea my inbox is open for requests !!

sm love 💗💗

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[xgiannax]

Hiii firstly I wanted to say that I literally LOVE your writing, you’re awesome 💕

I don’t really know if your requests are open but if so would you like to write a T-word imagine with Hawks?

Like they‘d just cuddle and suddenly reader finds out he‘s ticklish and tries to find more spots 👉🏼👈🏼 I read one that you already did where he tickled the reader and I just imagined how ticklish he would be, since his wings are probably unbelievably sensitive 👀 Ofc only if you feel like it and have the time, I don’t want to waste your time 💕

Heeyyy hey thanks a bunch thanks a whole lot🥺 and yes they’re open just taking me too long to get to them lol🤦🏾‍♀️ this is such a kewt one I hope you enjoy 🤍

Your eyes scanned the around the house, mentally going through a check list: Windows locked? Check. Doors locked? Yep, check. After going through your mental checklist you inch toward the edge of the stairs, holding your breath before snapping off the light and running up them frantically. You heard soft laughter coming from your shared room down the hall and you squinted, rounding the corner.

Hawks laid sprawled on the bed already, covering his face with one hand as his residual chuckles escaped. His eyes flickered over to you when you entered the room, smiling goofily in response to your glare.

“You know, you don’t have to sprint up the stairs every time you turn off the downstairs light” he teased, raising an eyebrow. You rolled your eyes at him

“Oh yeah? Then are you gonna save me from whatever creature could grab me if I don’t run?” This made him laugh again, and you couldn’t help but smile with him as it was rare to see anything other than his teasing smirk.

“If you would just get in bed already I’ll protect you from whatever creature you want me to, babe” he yawned, stretching his wings out tiredly in invitation and you obliged letting him pull you to the bed with his wing. You leaned in to climb over him, accidentally putting your knee into his stomach on the way. He let out a comical ‘oof’ making you giggle and slide over him, your hand grabbing his bare midsection for stability on the way. The muscles under your hand tensed, and Hawks suddenly threw an arm over his face grabbing your wrist with his free hand.

You settled beside him watching him in confusion, before pulling your hand away. He let out a sigh of relief and you raised an eyebrow at him,

“Keigo?”

“Y/n?”

“…you alright?”

He nodded letting his arm fall to the side, just enough for you to see the residual redness leaving his face. You hummed in acknowledgment throwing an arm and a leg across his midsection, sighing contently at the weight of his wing around you scooting you closer so that you were nearly on top of him. Your fingers traced light patterns on his chest, the sound of his soft breathing nearly lulling you to sleep. His chest shook under your fingertips and you slowed down your movements lifting your head to look at him, he was biting back a smile and the same blush was slowing creeping into his cheeks again.

You picked up the pace, scribbling your fingers across his chest faster and he gasped grabbing your hand and flattening it on his chest so you couldn’t move it. You gasped as well sitting up as far as you could with your hand glued to his chest, intrigued by your new discovery

“I knew it! Where else?!” He opened his eyes to look up at you, still half tired

“What are you talking about-ack what are you doing?!” He exclaimed, turning even more red when you straddled him tugging at your hand. By the iron grip he had on it, you knew that he knew exactly what you were asking

“Where else?~” you sang teasingly, scribbling the fingers on your free hand across his chest the same way you had before. Kiego bit his lips trying to grab that hand as well but you moved up to his neck, giggling as he scrunched his shoulders up and his smile widened

“Y/n” he warned, but you ignored him moving back down to scribble around his belly button making him instantly arch off of the bed in light laughter, his grip on your hand loosened and you moved to dip your finger into his belly button which almost made him throw you off of him

“naah hahaha-y/n! Gehehet your finger out-ACK NOO” his laughter became more frantic when you shoved your hands into his underarms, fluttering them as best as you could.

“Everywhere, then huh?” You smiled laughing with him and poking him everywhere you could reach, teasing him about the sounds he made.

Kiego wiggled under you, some how managing to get onto his stomach protecting it from your attacks. You scribbled your fingernails down his lower back still making him giggle and squirm, squeaking and bucking when you pinched and poked at his sides

“Plehehehease babe, nohoho ahah-pfft stohohop poking!” You leaned down moving his hair to pepper kisses on the back and sides of his neck, giggling as his sleepy laughs went up and octave and became more frantic “Nohohot fahahair!”

“Kiego?“ you call slowing your attacks so he could hear you through his laughter, he took a deep breath only able to muster a ‘hm?’ In response.

“Are your wings ticklish?” Before you could even get past “wings” his hands shot down to grab the wrists of the hands glued to his sides

“No! Don’t you dahahare!” Hawks tried to sound threatening, but failed miserably do to the giggles he let out in anticipation

“Hm, I can stay here then?” You said before beginning to poke at his sides again, he jumped falling into easy laughter again shaking his head. The attack weakened his grip and you shook his hands off, reaching to gently scratch at the base of his wings

“WAHAHAHIT NAHAHAHAHT THEHEHERE ” his wings stretched out and Kiego thrashed under you, burying his face into the pillow and belly laughing. You picked up the pace and his laughs got louder than you though was possible, his sentences no longer making any sense. When your fingers grazed over the spot right between his shoulder blades his laughter fell silent and he bucked easily throwing you onto your side on the bed. You plopped beside him with a surprised laugh, turning onto your back when he hovered over you and reaching up to play with the feathers.

“H-hehehhey! Leheave thehehem alone!” He chortled squirming around above you and trying to swat your hands away from him, instead eventually grabbing your wrists and pinning them above your head. Kiego’s chest heaved as he glared mischievously at you, trying to catch his breath from your attack.

“You’re blushing!” You exclaimed up at him, and he buried his head in the pillow beside you to hide his face

“Shut up, y/n” Kiego grumbled in embarrassment making you giggle again.

“I didn’t know your wings were so sensitive, it’s really adorable-“ he lifted his head again to glare, re-tightening his grip on your pinned wrists.

“Oh, is it?”

“Wahahait h-hold on” It was your turn to giggle nervously, tugging at your wrist when you notice the three feathers floating toward you teasingly

“Nope, don’t try to bargain now this is what you deserve”

“We can just go to sleep? It’s late we have-nnAAHHAHA KIEGOHO”

#bnha fluff #bnha x reader #tickle fic #sfw tickles #tickle fluff #tickling #ticklish!kiego #ticklish!hawks #kiego x reader #kiego takami #hawks x y/n #mha hawks #hawks x gender neutral reader #hawks headcanons #hawksbnha #ler!reader #lee!hawks #y/n #mha x reader #bnha imagines #mha fluff #tickle asks

[margumis]

i tell kiego i love the moon and he makes a point to fly me to the tallest tower every full moon / other lunar event

#softsatoru speaks #me and keigo #hawks fluff #kiego takami

[pinkykats-place]

Takami Keigo // Hawks x Reader

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Disclaimers!

None of the stories below are mine.

Some contain mature content.

Mostly female readers.

Gif not mine.

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summary: hawks has more bird-like tendencies than you initially thought. he likes to present you with odd items as gifts and finally you figure out why

Love to Love You, Baby (nsfw)

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Summary: “Did anyone request the classic female so helps Hawks with grooming his feathers and he gets horny from because they are pretty sensitive? If not sign me up my good sir!” - Anon 

Warning: Smut, Feather brushing, Fluff, Orgasms, Wing Kink 

Accidental Turn-Ons

Hawks x Dom!Reader

Summary: Hawks returns home from a mission, clearly exhausted, and you take the time to give him a little massage! However, it doesn’t quite have the effects you expected.

A Help Through Heat

SOFT DOM KEIGO TAKAMI X PUPPYGIRL! F READER 

CW/TW: hybrid reader (she has ears, tail, paws, and characteristics of a puppy), cheating (you’ll see), giving oral, general smut, praise, soft dom, dumbification (?), spit, LOTS OF FLUFF AND CUTE PUPPY PLAY.

Spring Fever

Hawks x afab!Reader

Smut Fic 

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[sanscat0414]

My Icarus

Hawks X Reader

Angst to fluff

SPOILER: for the Nomu fight

Synopsis: Hawks come home the Nomu fight, and you help him with his wounds while you nag him on being more careful.

Note: I have bad English. Don’t judge me.

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You felt nothing but dread as you watched Hawks fight on the Tv. Normally your pretty okay at watching his fights on tv as he normally comes out unscathed. This time however it was bad Hawks was beaten and battered, his wings were reduced to very small. That night you anxiously waited for him to come home. You even had preparing him a nice dinner. You thought maybe by giving him a good healthy meal you be easy some of his burdens even if it was just a little.

He came home past midnight like a lot of nights. He didn’t expect you to be there to great him as it was late. He gently got an unpleasant surprise by seeing you awake. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to see you, it’s just stung seeing you have that expression on your face. He made you worried.

“Keigo, welcome home.” You said, but no matter how much you tried it was obvious you were not in a good mood.

You came up to him and got a better look at him, scratching everywhere, a few cuts and of course the state of his wings. You two stayed like that for a few seconds before he interrupted your thoughts.

“Hey love. I was thinking you be asleep by now,” Hawks said.

He sounded so tried and all you wanted to do it make sure he was okay. At least as okay anyone can be in his position. He knew you where worried form the moment he saw you. Hawks tried to hid the pain he was in. Putting up a front is nothing he isn’t use to but with you, he always seems to have a hard time lying to you.

You sighed and help him get into your shared penthouse. You dragged him into the bathroom. Like clockwork Hawks already knew what you where up to and started to take off his hero costume. At time like this you alway help him with his injuries. Hero’s got pretty good medical treatments but Hawks never was the type to go when he did get injured for small stuff. He was stubborn but so were you when it came to his health. You always push him into the bathroom and clean all his scuffs and help him when ever he need to. This wad no different but much worse then any other time. You help him clean up, and then treated his wounds.

“Keigo, you need to be more careful! I hate seeing you so hurt,” you scolded him.

“I’m alive, aren’t I? So I’m fine, baby.” He said in his usual tone with a smile.

“Drop it, we both know your not okay. I mean look at you. I get it it come with the job, but serious you need to know your limits. Your not invincible and… I can’t stand it.”

Hawks never liked see you upset and he always go back to his good old friend, humor when he doesn’t know how to react.

“Did you see how Endeavor sliced through that building? I bet he doesn’t cook often judging from how he cut that building into uneven pieces.”

“Keigo, I know what your doing and you ain’t distracting me. Admittedly it would be pretty funny to see Endeavor in a kitchen. I’m serious you need to stop getting yourself into these situations!”

“Baby I’m fine. Have a little faith in me okay? It’s not like I’m weak, I can handle myself fine. ” He said a little irritated.

Hawks felt a little hurt. He knows you mean well but at the same time he hates to think you think he’s weak. He’s supposed to protect you, he’s supposed be strong and alway be there for you. That’s what he thinks a good boyfriend need to be.

“But what if one day you aren’t strong enough to save the day? What if one day you don’t come home to me… Kiego… you need to stop being so reckless.” You said as tears build up.

You didn’t have the heart to look up at his eyes. He looked at you as you help him with the last few scraps. He hated seeing you cry but this wasn’t something he’s willing to compromise on. This is his job, being a hero. This came with the job, you both know that.

“Baby, you know this comes with the job. If I gave up every-time something like this happen. I wouldn’t be a good hero,” He said.

Selfishly you desperately want him to stop but you know he won’t. He would give up on his dream so easily. You knew he was a great hero and he was as strong. You finished up with his wounds.

“Just promise me, you come home. Don’t push yourself…. Your strong I know that. But…. You have a tendency to be reckless. Just don’t fly to close to the sun, my little Icarus. You came close this time don’t go any closer okay?” You said as you kissed his forehead.

He smiled knowingly you cared so much. Have you by his side, you where perfect. Many times he wondered what he did to deserve just a prefect and beautiful partner.

“Thank you, babybird.” He said.

“There’s that birdie I know. Finally letting up a little. Now I made dinner. It cold by now but I can reheat it. We can cuddle after.”

“That’s sounds great.” He said and followed you out of the bathroom.

Despite how much you worry, you always made things ten times better for him. He made you happy and you wanted to be his safe haven. You want to be the best partner. Hawks want to do the same for you. He thank you for the dinner. Once you two were finished, you two went to bed. Hawks held you in his arms and kissed you. He was content being with you. It was moment like this that makes his heart soar.

“Hey Y/n.”

“Hm?”

“I love you. Thank you for looking out for me and taking care of me. I don’t say it enough.”

“I love you too, but don’t you dare come home like that again. Or else I’ll beat you up myself!” You said jokingly.

“Babybird, you would hurt a poor injured bird, you wound me.” He played along.

“Oh you know what I mean. Now let’s get some shut eye before the sun rise. We both need some sleep after that.” You said.

He smiled and kissed you one more time.

“I love you. Good night Y/n”

“Good night, my Icarus.”

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[nohoney]

is it so bad if you need me?

notes: oof i kid you not i changed this story like four times to fit what i think i wanted out of it and that’s partly why it took so long. there were three different drafts i made and did a lot of revising. two of them too wordy and one another that was too complicated but whoo, it’s finally released. childhood friend keigo had my heart in a death grip for a while and i just want to be so soft with him, especially after seeing the side chapter about him coming home to no one (cries for him).

warnings: 18+, angsty if you squint your eyes you might be able to see some fluff, pining, slight age gap (3 years), reader has low self esteem, drug use, one mention of domestic violence, somewhat unhealthy relationship (but not necessarily toxic), sort of dubcon, soft-ish sex

words: 11.1k

summary:

“I love you.”

You choke back a sob and shake your head, brokenly asking, “Why?”

Does he need a reason to give?

He just does.

When he was a kid, a gap of three years made the biggest difference to Keigo.

He’d seen you like an older sister to him, holding his hand to lead him around, petting his head and telling him good job when he showed you the scribble of his name on paper, and even carrying him on your back when the two of you got tired playing at the park and it was time to get back to your neighborhood. You seemed like the most amazing girl on the planet to him as he remembers fond memories of you climbing at the top of the jungle gym or also buying him an ice cream bar from the nearby convenience store. Even despite your shitty home life, Keigo never thought you were anything less than the smartest and prettiest girl he had ever met.

You were seven and he was four, the two of you peeking your heads out your neighboring windows late at night to ask each other what you managed to eat for dinner or if either of you thought the adults in your life would let the kids get a bit of rest. If it was really bad, sometimes one of you would sneak into the other’s apartment so the two of you could comfort each other though it was mostly you who would make the climb to his room by the thankfully large enough ledge because you didn’t want your young kid neighbor risking his life to get to you. You were always okay going to Keigo, looking so brave and fearless when you’d climb out the window on the second story from your room and scale the ledge to get to his and looking so proud when you’d land in front of him. “See kid, you didn’t have to worry ‘bout me! I’m older than ya so I got more balance to do that!”

When he was that age, Keigo would dream about doing the things you seemed to pull off effortlessly. You ran so fast through the park, you were the best at hide and seek, you knew exactly which spots to put your foot on the tree you were climbing on to get to the lowest branch, he thought you knew it all. Those memories make him smile still and you were everything to him, the best person the world ever gave him.

But you were just a kid too living in a shitty apartment with shitty parents and just barely able to make it along. As many memories he has of you smiling and laughing, there’s so much more of you when you were sad and so tired of the world. He could see your sadness when you’d come out after getting yelled at by your parents, he’d watch your shoulders sag with exhaustion when you’d find your father passed out drunk at the front door after you came back from school, and Keigo remembers you holding back tears watching your father walk out of your life at the age of ten.

You would later climb through the window of his room that same night, telling him to scoot over and make room for you in his small bed. “I hope you’re always there for me, you’re the only good guy in my life Kiego.”

Keigo promised you at seven years old, taking your hand in his smaller one and saying, “(Name) I’ll always be here for you.”

Because you were his best friend so of course he was going to be by your side no matter what.

But three years makes such a difference when you’re a kid.

When you went off to middle school, you and Keigo were no longer walking together. You were seeing him less, not as eager to hang out with him when you came back from school and suddenly it felt like he didn’t know you as well anymore. The invisible wall of differences had been built up before he could realize it and he didn’t know how to reach you. When he was ten and you were thirteen, Keigo remembers sitting next to you at a bench in the park you and him always used to play at. And you looked out indifferently at the jungle gym you had outgrown playing on and let out a wistful sigh up to the sky. He remembers feeling awkward because he didn’t know how to talk to you anymore, you didn’t want to talk to him when he asked you what was wrong. He didn’t understand the beginnings of teenage angst and he certainly didn’t understand being a thirteen year old girl. “(Name)… should I go?”

And you had looked at him with tired eyes, your hands shoved into the pockets of your jacket and shrugged your shoulders. “Up to you kid, I don’t care.”

You said that but Keigo saw that you did care, that you looked ready to cry if he were to walk away. And he promised you that he would always be there for you so he stayed, tentatively reaching his hand out to your hand shoved in your pocket and held it in his. You didn’t talk to him like you used to but the silence of his gesture to you spoke so loud, your hand squeezing his and sitting together until it was time to go back home.

Keigo remembers hearing you and your mother arguing through the walls, you had just learned to curse at the age of fourteen and screamed at her, “I wish I had never been born from your evil cunt!”

And there was a loud slap and a deafening silence that followed after. You didn’t leave the apartment for three days and refused to open the door when Keigo knocked on it or was sent away by your mother. And he worried for you, climbing the ledge to get to your bedroom window and gently knocked on the glass. When Keigo was so much younger the ledge seemed like the biggest obstacle that you wouldn’t let him climb and at eleven years old, he learned bravery from you so that he could climb that ledge to reach you. And he thought you would send him away but you let him in, telling him to be quiet as he stepped into your messy bedroom.

Keigo laid facing you on the floor of your room, a fading bruise on your cheek that even though he tried to be gentle when touching it you still hissed. But when he tried to take his hand back, you let him hold your cheek and placed your hand over his. “You’re still the only good thing in my life Keigo, I want you to know that.”

“I’m still here for you (Name).”

You weeped in front of him until you fell asleep and Keigo put a blanket over you, caring more for your comfort rather than his. Because you were important to him and despite how different you were to him, Keigo still cared and he wanted nothing more than to grow up fast so that he could protect you.

But you were still three years ahead of him, making experiences in the wrong places.

The first time you took a pill was when you were seventeen.

He didn’t see you for two days after some party you said you were sneaking out to but when he knocked on your door and you opened it, Keigo could tell that you were different. You had told him all about it, your first roll that lasted two days and you were sluggish from the comedown. “I hadn’t been happy like that in a long time, Keigo it was crazy good.”

He listened to you go on about your first roll, how connected you felt to the people around you and that you were so in touch with your feelings you cried a few times. It sounded exhilarating, like you had the time of your life so Keigo was curious and asked if he could ever try rolling too. But you shook your head and gave him a weak smile. “Nah, this stuff isn’t for you. You’re a good kid, best to stay away from doing those things.” You told him and then made your way over to the couch in your living room, holding up your arms to him and beckoning him over. “C’mere, let’s snuggle. We haven’t done that since we were kids.”

But it was different when you were kids, it felt different now as teenagers as you rubbed your hand over Keigo’s back and cooed over how soft his hair felt. “You should let me style it someday, I bet if I did you’d get lotsa girls after you.” You said when you swept his bangs back from his forehead. “You were such a cute kid, I know you’re gonna be such a heartbreaker once you’re finished with puberty and shit.”

And despite how tired you were, the exhaustion is so evident in your voice but you tell him this with such soft sentiment that Keigo would only believe it coming from you.

When he’s right at the edge of eighteen and you’re twenty-one, Keigo frets over if you will ever see him as more than just your kid neighbor. When you call him kid despite being taller than you now, it leaves him both soft for you but also annoyed. Soft because that was your name for him and you’d never called anyone else that; annoyed because well… he’s not a kid. He wanted you to see him as a young man, to see him the way you saw your fuck buddies and the assholes you’d stay late out at night for and come back in the morning from a walk of shame.

But you come home still to the dingy apartment complex the two of you had always lived in, you came back to Keigo when you were crashing from snorting lines, when the molly is out of your system and you’re too depressed to even eat, when you’ve been up for more than 24 hours and needing someone to talk to, you lean on Keigo and tell him he’s still the only good thing in your life when dumbass exes accost you or when canceled fuck buddies come back hoping to start anew.

“I’m such a mess, I feel like a fuckin’ mess Keigo.” you mumbled into a pillow as he stroked your hair. “I’m so frustrated! I-I don’t like myself…” you peek your eyes up at him and his heart thumps in his chest when you tell him, “You’re so good kid, you know how amazing you are? How did I get so lucky to have you?”

Keigo frowned at you, he never once thought of you as anything but the girl he loves. You talk down on yourself all while uplifting Keigo, you think he’s such a golden boy since he’s going to university on a scholarship and you always tell him that he’s been a good kid. But you don’t know how he picked up smoking cigarettes from his mother to deal with his own stress, that he fucks girls wishing they were you and drops them with no explanation, that he dreams of hurting all the men that hurt you in your life and he wants to be the only man in your eyes.

You’ve told him yourself, he’s the only good guy in your life.

One day when was taking care of you while you were hungover, a memory surfaced to his mind. “Do you remember when you used to cross the ledge to get to my room when we were kids? When our parents wouldn’t let us see each other after seven but we still wanted to play, you’d cross that ledge and tell me that one day I’d be able to do it too.” he asked quietly. You nodded your head in confirmation and he said, “I thought it was one of the coolest things you did for me back then.”

“Keigo, I was actually terrified to climb that ledge when I was kid. I was always scared that I might fall to the concrete whenever I did it.” you admitted to him.

All those times you put on a brave face, but if you were scared then why did you still do it?

“I was scared to climb that ledge but I did it because I wanted to be with you. I loved you enough to do that for you.” you peeked up at him and told him, “I love you, you know that kid? I love you.”

I’m not a kid.

“I love you too dove.”

The nickname caught you off guard and you looked back at him, almost with uncertainty and you appeared to be a little nervous the more he stared back at you. “Dove? Is that supposed to be me?” You asked with a little laugh to try to ease yourself.

“Do you not like it?” He asked with a little tilt of his head.

“Well… it’s not that. I guess maybe it’s just… it doesn’t fit right for me? Don’t they symbolize being pure or something?”

“Purity, gentleness, beauty.” Keigo answers without hesitation. Deep beneath the layers of hurt you’ve gone through, he still sees that little girl he grew up with that wants freedom and was so brave and his best friend at heart. He sees past this party girl that you’ve become and knows that you’re just trying to hide the pain you’ve gone through, getting lost in temporary highs and running away from the sadness that hadn’t gone away since it first arrived. “Peace and love too.”

Again, you appear uncertain as you glance back at him before you laugh to ease the tension you feel. “I don’t feel like it fits but if you wanna call me that, I won’t stop you Keigo.”

“If you really don’t like it, I won’t say it. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable.” Keigo stands a little closer to you, his heart thrumming in his chest so hard but he’s composed on the outside. “You can be honest with me, you know. I’m not like those guys you date.”

I’m better than all of them, I’m better for you.

You seem to mull it over before nodding your head, gently nudging your shoulder against his and giving him a small smile. “Hm okay, only just because it comes from you. You’re my special guy, the only good guy in my entire life.”

“Swear to me?” Keigo chuckles and dares to put his arm around your shoulder. When he feels your arm curl around your waist and you tuck yourself against his body, he feels like the luckiest guy in the world. He still has some growing up to do but he’ll mature fast so that he can take care of you. You may be three years older than him but the numbers matter a little bit less now that he’s turned twenty and you’re twenty three. He’s grateful that the age gap isn’t too big between you and him. “You know I’m always gonna be here for you, right (Name)?”

“I hope so kid, I hope so…”

Keigo loves you, but one of the difficult things about you in the last few years is how you come needing him and then pull away so suddenly when he tries to care for you. You play this hot-and-cold game with him at times that leaves him wondering what exactly you want from him. He knows what he wants: He’s trying to be a good man for you, being with you is his end goal, but it hurts when you push him away. Keigo refuses to be one of those pushy guys that you’ve cursed out before in front of him, choosing instead to be patient and wait for you to come to him. “I’m here for you, you can talk to me.”

“I know but…”

“But what?”

“… You wouldn’t get it. You’re too young.”

Now that he’s older, three years doesn’t make the biggest difference to him but to you it matters, pointing out the gap whenever you want to claim silence on a subject and that he’s ‘too young’ to get it.

You were silent for two weeks after that, worrying him to bits and pieces and not letting him in once more. Keigo was sitting in front of his shitty laptop and typing away when his phone rings and your name is at the top. He had never grabbed his phone and answered so fast before, “Dove, are you okay?!”

“Keigo, Keigo, Keigo come see me!” You shout through the phone.

You sounded… happy.

He surmised that you’re on something again and it’s disappointing but he’s happy that you’re contacting him. Keigo abandons his schoolwork in favor of going after you, driving up to a house in a ritzy neighborhood that he would have never dreamed of stepping foot in. He thought for sure that him crashing would be a problem but no one seemed to question when he came in through the front door. Instead he gets lustful looks from the girls and a few judgmental glares from the guys, but no one dares to approach. The last text he got from you was you saying that you’d be somewhere upstairs but when he texted back to let you know his arrival, his message went unopened.

So Keigo has to search upstairs, jiggling the doorknobs and awkwardly knocking while asking for your name. And he hears you giggling behind the very last door at the end of the hallway, he can recognize it anywhere, and he knocks to announce his arrival.

You’re laying on the floor with several people surrounding you, a slight haze in the room from some of the people vaping inside the room. “Dove, I’m here.”

“Keigo!” You sit up quickly and turn towards him. He recognizes your blown out pupils and your dopey, lovesick smile. “I’ve missed you!”

You’re on ecstasy again.

He leans down and holds out his arms for you to grab onto. This is no place for you, despite these parties being your scene, and he’s going to take you back where you are safest. “C’mon, I’m here to take you home. Grab onto my arms and let’s go.”

Some of them beg that you stay, noticing how they reach out to try to tug you back into the circle. Keigo is thankful that you’re more interested in being with him instead and that there’s no fighting from your end to stay with this crowd. As he’s making sure that you have everything that you’re supposed to have on you, he hears one of the people in the circle say, “This is him huh? Your neighbor friend that you always gush about.”

Keigo’s heart skips a beat; you talk about him?

You giggle and lean onto him after you’ve pulled on your shoes. “Look at him, he’s my best guy ever. Kei is sooo smart and handsome and he’s mine.”

Mine.

He knows it’s the drugs that are making you extra lovey, what you’re saying isn’t necessarily new information, but it’s how you say it that strikes a chord with him. It’s the way that you say that you’re his that makes him fall even harder for you, Keigo would have kissed you silly if it weren’t for all these strangers around. He does want to be alone with you as soon as possible, even if you’re rolling he hopes to have a one-on-one conversation with you and maybe the pill that you took will make you more honest with him.

Keigo’s sure to buckle you in the passenger seat first before he gets on the driver’s side. He’s handled you before when you’re on a comedown and crashing but you’re at the peak of your roll, still doped up and you’re so touchy that it’s distracting him. You’re leaning over to his side, cooing over how pretty his eyes are and wanting to lay your head down.

“Dove, dove please sit in your seat.” He pleads to you, getting more nervous the more handsy you become. You thread your fingers through his hair, you touch his arms, lean in to kiss his cheek, and you can’t stop babbling about how much you love him. When you whine about wanting to lay down, he offers to pull over and lay you down in the backseat but you whine petulantly and insist on staying by his side. “C’mon, we’ll be home soon and then you can lay down.”

“No Kei, wanna lay my head in your lap…” you mumble as you unbuckle your seatbelt and lay down as comfortably as you can, mindful of the emergency brake in the middle and make yourself comfy with your head in his lap. “Pet my head please.”

What can he do but let you do as you please, hopeful that he doesn’t get pulled over as he smooths his hand over your hair per your request and drives a little slower.

It’s the usual routine of him taking care of you, only this time it was the very first time he was caring for you while you were rolling. The only thing he knows from what you told him is that you need to stay hydrated and just be watched over.

When he leads you to his room, he checks his mother’s room quickly to see if she was sleeping only to find her not in bed. It’s nothing unusual and he knows that she’ll most likely return in the morning wherever she’s at. He’s indifferent to her whereabouts as long as she returns safe and sound. Right now his focus on is caring for you and he needs to stay awake to watch over you.

His eyes naturally follow your movements when your hands move to your hips but he realizes quickly that you’re pushing your pants off your legs so he looks away to give you some decency. “I can go to your apartment and fetch your clothes for you.” he offers.

You shake your head and mumble, “S’okay, this is fine…”

It’s really not, Keigo’s never seen you in an undressed state the entire time you and him have been neighbors.

You kick off your pants but thankfully you keep your t-shirt on, although not without peeling your bra off from underneath and throwing the flimsy white lace somewhere in his room. You smile at him and tilt your head, pointing your leg out towards him and circling your ankle. “Massage please?”

Keigo sighs as he glances over at his laptop and knows that he’ll have to spend another day working on his assignments. He’s already a little ahead so one night of slacking won’t kill his GPA so quickly. What’s more important is watching over you and being alongside you until your roll is over, which won’t be for another few hours. So he kneels before you, gently grasping the leg you had pointed out and carefully runs his hands over your calves but tenses when you let out a moan and your hips shift in a certain way that makes him think-

“More Kei, please? Feels good.” You ask breathily and nudge your leg against him.

He does so again but with less pressure in hopes that you won’t make such a tempting sound in front of him again. At first he’s silent, not knowing how to start a conversation with you. You save him the trouble when you admit out loud, “I missed you kid.”

“Missed me?” He echoes back in question.

“Yeah, missed you. I jus’ was kinda in my head again, ya know?” You tell him this and pull back the keg he was holding to switch to the other one. “I know you’re here for me but sometimes I just sorta break down and gotta have some space. But I always want you Keigo, I always do. I hope you know how much I love you.”

He wants to confess how in love he is with you but he’s not sure if this is the right moment. So he reciprocates the sentiment and lays your leg down, deciding that if he’s gonna be up to tripsit then he has to make himself some coffee. “I’ll be back (Name).”

“Okay.” You sing out and lay back on his bed, rolling your head back and forth on his pillow and staring up at the ceiling.

Keigo starts up a pot of coffee and runs a hand down his face, unsure if he’ll be strong enough to resist you and all your sentiments that are going to come pouring out. You have no idea how badly he wants you, you have no clue that it hurts him how you sleep around to forget your sorrows, and he wants you to see him as more than just your kid neighbor. Now that he’s older he understands your depression and your desire to feel loved, even if it’s through unhealthy coping mechanisms.

“Not now, not while she’s like this.” He whispers to himself, combing a hand through his blonde hair. Maybe he can touch on some topics but for the most part, he’s aware to tread carefully over what he speaks about. There’s a time and place to bare himself open and have an honest conversation; he just doesn’t know when is ever a good time. When you’re sober you’re all clammed up, but when you’re high or drunk he sometimes can’t have a proper conversation with you. And of course on a comedown, all you want to do is rest and have some space to gather yourself together again.

With a hot mug of coffee in hand, he makes his way back to his room and gently shuts the door behind him. He takes a sip of coffee, tasting the vanilla creamer he splashed in with his beverage, and hopes that it will be enough to keep him awake.

“Hey, close your eyes.” You hop up on your feet from the bed and stand directly in front of him.

“What?”

You take the mug from his hands and set it down on his desk. “Close your eyes.”

“Uh okay…” Keigo follows your command and shuts his eyes. He twitches when he feels your hands circle around his neck and he thinks that you’re just giving him a hug. When your lips touch against his, Keigo is startled but not enough to push you away. He’s frozen and when your tongue prods his lips, he opens without thinking and he deepens the kiss. This wasn’t what he expected from you but he doesn’t want to dare stop it. Who cares that you’re on a pill?

Before he can even pull you even closer to him, you separate yourself from him.

“(Name)...”

“I’m sorry, that was so stupid! I didn’t…” you say softly and with a look of guilt, just now realizing your actions and that there wasn’t a way to turn back. You pull away from him and wring your hands together, your eyes struggling to focus on him as you look anywhere else but at him. “I’m so sorry Keigo, I’m sorry…”

“It’s okay, don’t be upset.” he assures you but he’s also struggling to hold back the biggest smile on his face.

“No, it was wrong! I shouldn’t have done that! I’m so dumb!” You are adamant in chastising yourself and Keigo is aware that the more you spiral, the worse you will get. So he decided that since you crossed that boundary then he’s not going to bother to uphold his end; he kisses you.

You’re tense at first when he first presses his lips to yours. When he pulls back, you seem uncertain at first from the kiss but the more you gaze into Keigo’s eyes, your inhibition lowers and you pull him down by the collar of his shirt to kiss again. Your lips are soft, softer than he had expected and when Keigo pulls you into him by your hips, he can’t help but feel that your body is a perfect match for him.

He knows that you are meant for him.

“Don’t be mad at me Kei, please don’t be mad.” you whisper against his lips.

Never, he could never be mad with you.

You’ve hurt him before though, time and time again.

He’s never craved a large circle of people to be his friends, he much prefers to just be more to himself and he wants to be around you. But you have a life outside of him, partying with men who promise you an extra half gram if you just be extra sweet to them, they prey on you when you’re frustrated and feening when you’re down in the dumps and you’re searching for something to uplift you. He’s watched you break down white powder underneath a bill and cut neat lines before you snort them, letting out a satisfied sigh and bask in the short euphoria.

“Come here (Name), come here…”

You can’t stop calling his name, switching between the insecurity that he might be upset with you and then showering him with the kindest words you’ve ever given to him. It’s more than just your average fondness between two kids who grew up together; it feels like so much more than that. Keigo’s never dared to touch you so close until now, had never done more than just a lingering hug or a reassuring hand squeeze, he presses you so close to his body at your insistence when you need to feel the close. And when you pull back, suddenly reluctant and conflicted over how you fuss over him, he pulls you back in and says, “Stay.”

And when you try to protest, he kisses it away and repeats his command.

Stay.

He wants you to want him, not just when you’re on a comedown from coke or a pill, he wants you to want him the way you want your drugs. He wants you to want him in the way you’d do anything for just the smallest taste to satisfy you when you’re going through a rough time and overwhelmed with emotions. You rant to him about your woes, he’s wiped away your tears when you were frustrated, he holds you when you ask for his embrace, Keigo does anything and would do everything for you in the hopes you’d see behind his actions was more than just long standing fondness for you. But you leave him behind to indulge in things that you think will make you happy, you love the parties and the high that comes along with attending them and what’s passed around to you after slyly slipping some cash in hand or in a pocket, and Keigo waits for you to come back to care for you all over again and hopes the next time you’ll see his affection that he’s too shy to voice but it shouts so loud with every service he gives you.

His love for you is so evident in his eyes but you don’t see it, you don’t see it because you fall asleep with him when you’re sleeping off the alcohol or need to rest from crashing off whatever you took. You don’t see how he looks at you with so much affection as he puts a blanket over you and pets your head while you snooze. Keigo wants you to know that his feelings aren’t just a fondness for you or the admiration of a younger person to their senior; he wants you to know how in love he is with you.

Keigo always has been.

It’s just you and him in his room, holding each other so tightly despite your feverish body, his hands running over your tense muscles and crooning sentimental words to one another. He won’t lie that he’s slightly unnerved whenever he sees your eyes twitch and roll to the back of your head unnaturally sometimes. This is one of the ugly sides to the pills you always insisted he never ever take part in.

But there’s still the beautiful part of it which is how loving and affectionate you’re being and Keigo wishes he could drown in it.

“You’re so good kid… so fuckin’ good.” You mumble against his lips before going in for another kiss, scrunching your hand through his hair and nuzzling his head against yours. “I jus’ wanna— I wanna stay like this forever with you!”

It’s the pill that is making you so gooey with affection but Keigo knows that underneath it that you would always turn to him to remind yourself of the very few things in your life that have stayed by your side. That as far away as you have run, you’ve always come back to him and remind him how much you cherish him.

He’s always kept his promise to you.

I’ll always be here for you.

Keigo takes charge of the kiss, not the slow sensual ones you and him have been sharing but a kiss that he pours his soul into.

A kiss that tastes like the love he’d been holding onto for years.

He wants it shoved into your throat and for you to choke on it.

Even despite the euphoric haze from the pill, you’re startled by the intensity that’s pouring out and it makes you pull back. You barely manage to stutter out his name before Keigo hushes you with another kiss, he kisses you with no hesitation and finally finds bravery within himself to finally do what he had been dreaming for years to do. There’s reluctance from your end but you don’t dare pull back again, falling instead into him and accepting it wholeheartedly.

Keigo won’t allow you to think that this is happening just because of a pill though.

“I love you.” He confesses, pulling back to look into your eyes. The iris of your eyes is mostly taken over by your blown out pupil but he can still see the ring of color that he’s always thought was beautiful. “I love you.”

“I love you too kid…”

Wrong, wrong!

He knows what kind of love you mean when you reciprocate the words, you had been saying it for years but this isn’t what he wants from you.

He can’t help shaking his head, a little frustrated but unable to really express it. “No, I love you.” He repeats in hopes that you’ll understand.

“I know, I love you too ki-“

Keigo reaches up and he cradles your face in his hands, setting his eyes on you and he tells you, “I’m in love with you.”

The air between the two of you is delicate after the confession.

A mix of emotions courses through you but you can barely express them. You can’t help looking both dazed and unsure at the same time, quietly processing the words of your childhood friend while your brain is fuzzy from the pill. When you open your mouth, it’s only to ask, “W-water?”

The water bottle you and him have been sharing is presented to you, you’re uncomfortable as you take a few sips and then pass it to Keigo who sips from the plastic as well.

And he’s always been patient with you, no matter what, but Keigo can’t help but to ask if you had anything to say.

Maybe it’s the wrong time to do such a thing but there has never been a right time either.

You would have ended up doing the same cycle you always do and Keigo would have always ended up waiting until the next time you’re crashing to get another opportunity to stare forlornly at you.

Keigo is tired, he’s tired of holding this in.

“It’s so hot…” you mumble as you gently push away his hands.

You’re scrambling to get up on your feet and keep your eyes down on the ground, picking your bottoms up from the carpet. He follows behind you, wondering if he did the wrong thing confessing to you in this very vulnerable state but he only has so much time to think on it as you slip out the front door and wander to the outside.

In the complex you and Keigo lived in, in the very center was a pool that you, him, and the other neighborhood children would flock to when it was summertime. There’s a sign that clearly says what times the pool is available for use but you ignore it as you easily undo the gate lock, something you had learned to do since you were ten and the maintenance staff hadn’t bothered to ever change it since they were none the wiser.

Keigo stands by the gate as you slowly climb into the pool, watching in a haze even though he is aware that he should be trying to reprimand you for going into the community pool at such a late hour. You float to the center of the pool, apparently not even bothering to take off your clothes, only sighing in relief from the cold temperature of the water.

He goes to the edge of the pool, squatting down calling out to you, “(Name), you gotta get out of there. We can’t be here.”

You disagree with a small hum and shake of your head, keeping yourself afloat and seeming to think that this was the only way to give yourself space away from him.

“C’mon, swim to me and I’ll pull you out.” He insists to you with a hand stretched out towards you.

Still you remain in the water.

So having no choice since you would not go to him, Keigo decides to join you in the pool to retrieve you himself. He ignores your whines as he swims closer to you and is able to pull you into his arms. “No, stay away Keigo!” You whine and weakly push against him. “Stay away!”

His brows furrow at your sudden coldness but he refuses to let go of you. “No, I’m here for you dove. I’m here for you and I’m not going anywhere. I promised you, didn’t I?”

You shake your head and still try to push him away but he’s got you locked in tight. “That was something we used to say when we were kids! Just go away now! Leave me alone!”

He doesn’t know why you’re so stressed out all of a sudden.

Keigo recognizes the signs of your anxiety coming up but they seem to be amplified on the pill. Your roll must be ruined and he has no idea what he’s supposed to do. “What’s wrong? Why are you like this now?”

“You… you’re so good Keigo. You’re too good to want someone like me…” you admit with a shuddering breath, your eyes struggling to focus on him and looking so sad that it broke his heart. “You think you love me just ‘cause we’ve known each other forever.”

Is that what your anxiety was about?

He shakes his head and gives you the best smile that he can muster. Truth is that his emotions are a bit all over the place too but there’s no taking back what he said and just like the roll, he has no choice but to go through with it. “I love you because we’ve known each other forever. There’s been no one else but you dove.”

There’s never been a shade of doubt in his mind about you.

“Fuck,” you curse quietly and inhale in as deeply as you can to prevent yourself from crying, “I’m not good enough for you…”

You push Keigo off for you and swim your way to the nearby ladder to climb out of the pool. He’s not that far behind you and asking what you mean by that, not letting this moment slip away because he wants some answers as well. He’s already kissed you and told you he loves you, he wants no more obstacles to stand between you and him. Being patient and waiting for you to realize that he’s the one for you hasn’t panned out in his direction at all so Keigo will just have to be direct with you.

It’s difficult for you to try to out walk him when your wet clothes drag you down along with the pill clouding your emotions so you’re more focused on keeping yourself together rather than the direction in front of you.

“Dove, please don’t ignore me!” Keigo pleads to you and manages to catch your wrist in his hand and pulls you back into his apartment. “Your clothes are wet, you need to change and get out of them.” His mind is still on what you said at the pool but he has to set that aside for now. “C’mon, let’s wash up. You can go first.”

He’s gentle when he takes your wrist and leads you to his bathroom, pushing you towards the tub and telling you to clean yourself up. You turn the knobs to fill the tub up with warm water and as the water slowly fills the porcelain, you look back at Keigo who’s leaning against the wooden door. “Undress.”

“But you’re-“

“I’m not letting you out of my sight in case you run away again. Undress and get yourself clean.”

You surprisingly obeyed when he thought for sure that you’d put up a fight. He at least gives you the privacy of turning around and also undressing, wearing only his boxer briefs for some modesty, listening to the rustle of your clothes as they drop to the floor, the splash of water when you enter the tub, and the squeak of the knob when you shut off the water. When he turns around, you briefly take a breath submerge yourself under the water for a few seconds before coming back up. Then you bring your knees to your chest and curl into yourself, looking up at him.

Keigo walks to the tub and kneels down to ask you, “Why did you walk away from me? Why won’t you talk to me?”

You purse your lips and look down at your knees.

“When you were sad, you’d always come to me wanting affection and care. I’d do what I think that you needed and once you got what you wanted, you always just up and left.” Keigo starts to speak, “Sometimes I worried if there was ever going to be a point that you would never come back, but then I realized that it was never going to happen. And do you know why that is?”

He doesn’t wait for you to answer.

“It’s because you’re always going to need me so you’re always going to come back.”

You look up at Keigo, taken by surprise from his words and looking offended. He has to remember that you’re not completely lucid right now and you can barely grasp your own emotions. He has to be gentle with you, he has to be. “I know you as the girl that’s always lived next door to me. When your mom hit you, you came to me and told me that I was the only good thing in your life. Every time you break up with a shitty boyfriend or fuck buddy, you always come to me. And I promised you that I would always be here for you.”

Keigo has always fulfilled his promise to you.

“I love you.”

You choke back a sob and shake your head, brokenly asking, “Why?”

Does he need a reason to give?

He just does.

But the question he needs to ask you is, “Why won’t you let yourself love me? Is there something wrong with me?”

It was a question that also bothered him throughout the years. He wondered if you wouldn’t love him back because there was something about himself that only you saw. Perhaps there was something unloveable about Keigo that prevented you from ever considering that he could be the man in your life. It preyed on his own insecurities, he liked to believe that he was a decent person with some minor flaws but he thought he was good enough for you. Would he always just be your kid neighbor?

You sob again, the euphoria from the pill long broken and now you struggle to piece yourself together. You always avoided conversations that needed you to look within yourself and dig out the ugly parts that you didn’t want to touch.

“There’s nothing wrong with you Keigo. It’s… it’s me.” You whimper and wipe away tears. “I’m older than you and you always used to look up to me. I wanted to keep on being that girl you could admire but I’m… You thought I was so cool for being able to climb trees and run through the grass. But we grew up and everything became hard and I… I wasn’t the smart and cool girl I hoped I would be.”

It’s sad, you’re sad.

“You’re the only good thing in my life, I always meant that. But seeing you do so good for yourself made me think about how I just didn’t do enough. I was embarrassed over how much I leaned on you whenever I got fucked up, and then I’d run away only to do the same thing all over again.”

He knows, he knows that.

You think that because you’re three years older than him that you have to be this strong girl with her shit together.

But three years doesn’t matter to him anymore and he tells you again that it’s okay for you to be weak in front of him.

“You need me, it’s okay to need me. Don’t push me away because you think it’ll make you stronger. Be weak in front of me.” And you cry in front of him and he lets you. Keigo puts his arms around your shoulders, uncaring that some of the tub water spills over, and he hugs you. “I can take care of you, you know? I have good grades and I know I can get a good job when I graduate.” He pulls back and tucks a wet strand of hair behind your ear. “Will you stop partying for me? Can you stop drinking? Doing drugs?”

You sniffle and wipe your tears away. “I can stop going to parties and drinking. But please, I don’t want to go without the pills. I can do them less but I… they make me happy Keigo. I won’t abuse them, I’ll even let you hold onto them and decide when I can have them.”

Maybe it was too much to ask at the moment but if this is the best compromise he can get from you, Keigo will just have to take it.

“Okay, we can do that. Maybe even one day we can do it together.”

You manage to let out a small laugh and he’s grateful to have gotten that out of you.

He leans over to kiss you, not being able to help himself and he’s happy that you return the kiss. He takes it over and leans you back against the tub, distracting you as he licks the inside of your mouth and his hand dips into the water. It’s a bold move on his part but he’d been wanting you differently for the past few years. He’s still a man and he wants to know the most intimate part of your body.

“K-Keigo! That’s-!” You pull back from the kiss when you feel his hand on your lower stomach.

“Just let me touch you… please.”

Keigo has pure, genuine love for you, he honestly does. There’s also the desire that has grown over time to know what it’s like to touch you and be intimate with you. He wants you in the way a man wants a woman, but he’s not going to just say pretty words to get what he wants out of you. What he wants is for you to be completely honest with him the way he’s honest with you. There’s nothing nefarious about his intentions; he just wants you.

So his hand slowly moves down and he keeps his golden eyes on you, keeping your gaze when the tips of his fingers touch the petals of your pussy. It’s only a gentle rubbing and curious touching to get to know this part of you, nothing to scare you off. There’s only the sloshing of the water and your quiet whimpers that are the sounds in the air. He wants to feel how warm you are inside, feel how tight you are and hear all the sounds you make.

He wants your everything.

“Will you let me put a finger in? I’ll be slow.”

You look a little uncertain at first but you nod your head to confirm your consent.

So he dips a finger carefully inside you and marvels over how you’re squeezing around him. Keigo’s careful to twirl his finger in you and watches your expressions to see what you like. Part of him is aware that  this isn’t completely genuine, you are on a pill after all, but so many boundaries have already been crossed and the opportunity to turn back was long gone. Just as long as you keep on saying yes then Keigo is going to go even further.

“Does it feel good? Is it okay?” he checks in with you and hopes that you don’t have any protests, “Do you want me to stop?”

You shake your head and roll your hips slightly. “Can you put ‘nother in me? Please?”

He cherishes the soft ‘oh’ you let out when he puts a second finger inside of you. He curls his fingers in you, stroking your walls and reading your reactions to see what you respond well to. You’re huffing quietly and grasp your hands at the edge of the tub, widening your legs and moving your hips as you revel in Keigo’s touch. It’s fascinating how sensitive you seem but he still has to keep in mind that your reactions could be because of the pill.

“You love me?” You asked Keigo, trying your hardest to focus on his eyes, “You really do love me?”

“I do.” He affirms his answer to you.

“I… I need you.” You admit.

Drawing in a deep breath, he breathes out slowly through his nose so that he can calm himself. He needs you to clarify, “You need me for what?”

You sink a little further down the tub, the water just at your collarbones and you take one hand to join it with Keigo’s under the water. With a little nudging from you, he sinks his fingers knuckle deep in you and you let out the cutest mewl from how deep he’s in you. “Need you with me, need you to keep me sane… need you inside of me.”

His fingers curl ever slightly and he tells you, “I am inside you.”

A soft whine leaves your lips as you shake your head, a slight desperation to your tone when you repeat once more, “Need you inside of me.”

Oh…

Oh.

Keigo won’t deny that the second he sunk his first finger in you, his cock twitched. Then when he asked to add another finger and you allowed it, he was half-hard. Now when you ask for that, he’s rock hard to the point that it aches a little. He only wanted to finger you a little for himself and didn’t have plans to go any further beyond that. All he wanted was just a bit of touching to sate his curiosity.

But this… this…

How many more boundaries will be broken tonight?

“Dove, I don’t think I should do that.” he tells you but it’s more to convince himself. “This is fine but we shouldn’t do anything more until you’re sober.”

Your head lolls against the tub and you whine again. “I don’t want to wait until I’m sober. I want you now Keigo.”

Tempting…

The smartest thing to do would be to just stop and he leans towards that decision, but the hand that was under the water with Keigo’s breaches the surface and reaches up towards him. You put your hand on his bicep, the furthest you are willing to reach, and call his name softly. It’s so delicate the way his name rolls off your tongue that it leaves him a little speechless. “I want you Keigo, wanna be with someone who loves me.”

Keigo’s always avoided saying this out loud to you but you were selfish in a lot of ways.

And it didn’t help that he never called you out on it.

He should call you out on it, even now because you know that Keigo gives you what you want. You’ve always gone to him to take care of you when you wanted to be cared for and you almost always left without giving anything back in equal value to what he’s done for you.

“Wanna be with you Keigo… please?”

He shouldn’t… he shouldn’t… he’s not going to…

“S’okay you know? I never fucked anyone while I was rolling.” you say to him, “Lotsa people wanted to fuck me when we rolled but I wouldn’t let them. But you can do it Keigo, I want you to ‘cause I trust you. Please? Are you going to make me beg?”

You are selfish.

“Get up from the tub and go to the counter.”

And Keigo just enables you again.

Water drips from your body as you step out of the tub, at least you dry your feet on the mat first before you make your way to the counter. You lean back against it and wait with your eyes focused on Keigo. Your eyes follow his movements, watching as he drains the tub of the water and kicks the wet clothes to the side so that they’re out of his way and he stands in front of you.

When he stares into your eyes, the pupils haven’t gone down in the slightest. Not that he expected them to, he’s seen that it takes a few hours for your eyes to return to normal even when the roll was finished. He’s read up on your favorite little pills so he’s got textbook knowledge of it and the other half of what he knows is from your own anecdotes. If he were to split a pill with you, would the love he feels for you flourish even more?

Because Keigo already feels like it swallows him whole.

“Sit on the counter and open your legs.”

You do as told, leaning back slightly with your head bumping gently against the mirror and opening your legs for him. You wait with baited breath for what Keigo’s going to do, he touches gently again and looks down like he’s inspecting the most intimate part of you. It makes your skin prickle, sighing quietly when the pad of his thumb gently rubs at your clit.

“Hold your legs.”

Your legs are drawn up and you hold them by the back of your knees, still waiting in anticipation for what’s next. It’s too quiet in the bathroom as Keigo takes his time with you. He’s touching very gently still that it almost makes you decide to take control.

He holds out two fingers and commands, “Make them wet.”

Keigo watches as you draw his fingers into your mouth, sucking and licking your tongue all over them. It makes his spine tingle with how lewd you are, pushing just a little further but carefully to the back of your throat. Even the way you gag is cute and a fresh wave of saliva wets his fingers, he cherishes the cute ‘ah’ when he pulls them out and pushes them into your pussy.

“You feel tight, is this pussy tight for me dove?” he asks you, his voice dropping an octave lower with desire. “How much prep do you need?”

“N-Not a lot, don’t need you to take too long…” your voice wavers as you watch the sight of Keigo’s fingers disappearing inside of you. “Th-that’s good enough, just please put it in now!” When Keigo asks one more time if you’re sure, he sees you get annoyed and whine petulantly, “Yes! Just want you inside!”

Oh, you are a brat.

Keigo’s a little surprised to be honest but he’ll play it to his advantage. Maybe he will teach you some manners after all.

He curls his fingers inside you and uses his other hand to pet your clit, some of your slick oozing out and dripping onto the countertop. Maybe it’s the pill making you sensitive right now but that’s not really on his mind right now. You desperately babble on about wanting Keigo inside you, switching from your bratty demands to sweet begging when you realize that he’s dangling you on the edge of an orgasm.

“Don’ wanna cum on your fingers! On your cock Keigo! Please!” you’re gasping as you feel an orgasm approaching.

“Yeah? You wanna cum on my dick?” Keigo cruelly asks you, relishing in this just a little too much. “Not on my fingers?”

“Yes, on your cock please!”

Keigo leans in real close to you, his lips just a breath away from yours and he commands you to say, “Tell me you need me.”

“I need you!”

“Tell me you love me.”

He’s going to remember forever how precious you were when you choked out your very first ‘I love you’ to him.

He doesn’t glide in as smoothly as he hoped he would, pushing the tip in and feeling some resistance when he tries to go further. He considers pulling out to finger you more but you tell him not to. Apparently you like it when a cock gets bullied into your pussy, just a little bit of roughness mixed in with how you like your pleasure. Keigo thought for sure you’d be a bit more romantic but maybe romantic isn’t the mood right now.

“Fuck! Like that!” you gasp when Keigo breaches inside of you and he’s pressed his base to you. Your pussy flutters around his cock and he can not believe just how sweet it is to finally be like this with you. “Move slowly please, wanna feel it all.”

Now you want it sensual even though Keigo wants it differently.

Selfishly, he wants to ruin you right here and now. He actually wanted to make you beg to tears for him and make you scream his name. He’s rooted more in this moment while your head is swimming in your doped up sea. There’ll have to be another time to fuck you the way he wants; it took a lot to bring you back to this level and he didn’t want to ruin it by breaking your spell.

Fifteen minutes ago you were crying over your insecurities and now you’re hiccuping for Keigo to be gentle with you.

“Look at you dove, you take me so well. It’s so fucking—fuck—soft inside you. So warm and wet, you’re sucking me in.” Keigo croons to you, holding your gaze as he moves into you. His own head lolls back momentarily before bringing it back, catching a glimpse of where his cock disappears into you. “You’re so pretty…”

“I’m pretty Keigo?” you giggle, “I’m pretty?”

Yes, you’re the prettiest.

“My pretty girl, you’re my pretty girl…!” Keigo grunts out the last word when he thrusts hard into you.

You sigh dreamily and bring your arms around his shoulders, pulling yourself closer to him with your ass hanging off the edge of the countertop. Your legs hook around his waist and you clumsily push his underwear completely off, Keigo only pulling it down enough to free his cock, the material lands to his feet and he quickly kicks it away.

His words from before swirl around in your mind and breathily sigh out, “I’m your pretty girl…”

His girl… his… his!

“I know we’ve lived here forever, but let’s move far away from here once I’m done with school.” Keigo tells you, suddenly feeling the need to tell you all the fantasies he had stowed away in his heart. “It’ll be forever for us to get a house but we could live in our own apartment together in the meantime. We can share a bed, sleep next to each other and fuck in it whenever we want.”

It’s heartfelt, what he tells you.

“Would you let me fuck you whenever I want in our bed?”

“Yes!”

Keigo imagines cotton sheets to sleep on but silk pillow cases for you to lay your head on. Matching coffee mugs and taking care of plants on windowsills. A nice dining room table that’s sturdy enough for a big spread of food and can take you bent over when he fucks you from behind. A nice comfy couch to cuddle on and he could eat you out from when you sink into the cushions.

He’d live in a modest little place with you, inviting friends over for game nights and they’d never know how nasty he would fuck you just minutes before they arrived.

You sing praises to him over how good he’s making you feel, scrunching your hand in his hair and telling him over and over that you want him. You’re practically melded to his body and it’s not possible to get any closer than this.

Abruptly, Keigo pulls out and helps you off the countertop only to turn you around and make you brace your hands on the smooth marble. He kicks your legs open before pushing back inside of you, the brief coldness that swept over his cock when he pulled out gone as soon as your pussy clenches around him. His hand comes around your front and  holds you by your neck, not intending on choking you but just needing to grasp you in an intimate way, and he practically hugs your body against his.

Keigo wants to watch your reflection and he hisses into your ear, “Look.”

He watches you, the way your mouth drops open and your cute little moans and gasps exit your lips. He watches how your eyes look at his reflection and the way they’re glazed over in pleasure. He watches how your tits bounce as he fucks you and he wishes he could pound you the way he wants.

But he still cherishes the way this moment is happening as it is.

Your whole body shudders and suddenly pussy clenches tight around him, almost trapping him in, he feels fluids squirt out and he looks down to his cock, seeing a ring of cream around his base and how your legs shake.

You came.

“Keigo, cum in me please? Need it please!” you whimper out, gasping a little when his hand tightens around your throat, “S’okay if you cum in me, s’okay!”

That makes Keigo fuck a little faster behind you, focusing more on himself as he builds his release. No other girl he fucked before compares to you and he’s going to be the only one you let inside of you from now on. Because he’s already gone this far, he waited patiently for years for you to come to your senses and realize that he’s the one for you.

“I’m fucking cumming! Fuck, fuck I’m cumming!” Keigo hisses as he rides out the wave of his orgasm, his hips slapping against your skin until he’s emptied out and filled you up. He happens to look at your reflection to see you all love drunk and fucked out, gasping for breath and brokenly telling him ‘thank you’ before your body slumps down. He catches you, still holding you close and whispering one more time that he loves you.

Fuck three years, it doesn’t matter now.

He’s going to have you for the rest of his life.

-

You’re sitting on the bed and waiting for Keigo when he comes out from the bathroom. He had to wash the smell of chlorine off his body and out of his hair, a little uncomfortable over the fact that he smelled like pool chemicals when he had sex with you. Your hair is still wet but he leant you a clean hoodie and fresh boxer briefs for you to wear, needing to stop himself from staring because he never pondered over the idea of you wearing his own clothes and he realizes how much he likes it.

“I’m way past my peak so I can probably rest in another hour.” you inform him, speaking a bit more clearly and he can see the exhaustion setting in. “But listen… can we just not talk about what happened?”

His body stiffens and his heart drops down into his stomach.

“I meant let’s talk about it later when I’m on the come down. I’m sorry, I should have worded that differently.” you corrected yourself quickly after seeing his reaction. Patting the spot next to you as an invitation for Keigo to sit next you, he lets you take a few seconds to gather yourself before you speak again. “What happened is going to be a long conversation, we both know it. But I can’t have it right now and I just want… I wanna sleep.”

Keigo nods his head in agreement, he’s just been running on his own energy to keep him up but he knows that you need to rest as soon as possible. But a part of him has to express his worry, “You’re not going to run off on me, are you?”

You shake your head in answer. “I won’t lie, part of me thought about leaving when you were washing up. I thought about leaving and hitting up a friend to take me in the for the night. But I knew that if I did that to you after what we just did… I think I would lose you. And I…” you take in a breath and look away from Keigo when you finish your sentence, “I need you.”

His hand reach out, gently cupping your face and making it so that he can look you in the eyes. You’re slightly more lucid but the pill is still lingering in your blood, your pupils still wide but Keigo sees that you’re earnest.

“I need you Keigo…”

He knows, he’s always known.

“We’ll talk about it in the morning, okay dove?”

Your head nods and you lean forward, wanting to curl into him and finding safety in the one place that you always returned to.

“Okay, in the morning.”

#hawks x reader #takami keigo x reader #takami x reader #hawks angst #hawks smut #tw drugs #tw dubcon

[fatefulstories]

@puppyboy-selfships

A self ship between S/I x Kiego with themes of love and fluff.

If there is anything you want please do tell me!

#dni proshippers #moodboard #proshippers dni #self ship moodboard #Happily ever after[Accepted] #Lovely tale[requested]

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Heyo! Could I possibly request some headcanons of Hawks falling in love with his female s/o. Please? Thank you for your time! Stay awesome!

“you’re asking for my theories? nobody ever asks me about my theories” lmao, absolutely!!

HAWKS HEADCANONS

fem!reader x hawks

content warnings: nothin but tooth-rotting fluff, maybe a little long lol

a/n: reader is a foreign pro-hero in these headcanons with an unnamed quirk

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• Hawks was always fine with the life of a hero. He never seemed to mind the loneliness that came with it. To him, it was normal.

• Well, imagine how that changes when he comes across you, a foreign pro-hero who’s come to Japan for a little get-away from your own country.

• You weren’t supposed to use your quirk outside your country. You knew that, but as a civilian found themselves in danger from an oncoming car, you couldn’t find it in yourself not to help.

• Instantly, you openly used your quirk, saving the civilian and stopping the car. Only after doing so did you feel the tap of something light on your shoulder, “Well, well, can’t say I’ve ever seen a pro-hero with a quirk like that before.”

• You pleaded with him not to report you, explaining it was a knee-jerk reaction and that you promised not to use it anymore while in Japan.

• Hawks found your pleas to be downright hilarious. First of all, your foreign accent was adorable, and the way you stumbled over your words in apology was just too cute.

• He let you off the hook this once, but after the encounter, he starts seeing you everywhere. The park, the cafe he swung by every so often, and even while out on patrol. He’s sure it’s a case of deja vu or his mind playing tricks on him, but the next time he sees you, you’re dressed in your hero costume and running through some training with a few sidekicks at Endeavor’s agency.

• Now, he just has to know who you are. However, as he tried to ask you during a sparring match with a sidekick, you surprise him, telling him that the only way he’d get any answers from you is by beating you in hand-to-hand combat.

• Imagine his shock when he finds out you’re able to go toe-to-toe with him, the fastest man alive. He pulls out two feathers, raising the stakes. You counter with your own quirk, “You must really want my number, don’t you?” You tease him, liking the way his ears turn the slightest shade of pink.

• When he finally overpowers you, he finds himself pinning you down with a genuine smirk, “I think I’ve earned more than just your number, dove.”

• Even with all his overwhelming charm, you allowed him to take you out for ‘victory dinner’. not a date, you swore, but the way he held the door for you and refused to let you pay said otherwise.

• The two of you talked for what felt like ages, where he learned you were in fact a pro-hero in your own country and were spending a little time abroad to pick up some new tips and tricks.

• He doesn’t even realize he’s doing it, but imagine him resting his head on his hands as he looks at you with nothing less than admiration. You’re truly a free bird, flying care-free and solo, just like him, yet you have a passion for protecting others that’s evident in the way you talk about your life-long goals.

• When the time comes to leave, he finds himself unable to let you go just yet, pulling you to the roof of the building. There, you get to see Tokyo in a whole new light, even calling it a bird’s eye view, which ultimately peaks his interest.

• *Insert him falling off the roof dramatically and flying back up to offer you his hand, asking “Do you trust me?”* (Damn Aladdin for already doing this because it’s so smooth)

• You take it without hesitation, letting him wrap you up in his arms as he shows you a true bird’s eye view of the city. He flies you all around, grinning from ear to ear as he feels you holding onto him for dear life while giggling like a fool in his arms, “I never knew just what I was missing out on up here. Maybe I should have my support team come up with mechanical wings so I could see my own city like this.”

• He takes you back to the hotel where you’re staying for the time being, placing you delicately on the balcony. You don’t know where it comes from, but you offer him a thank you, giving him a quick kiss on his cheek before handing him a napkin with your number on it, included with a smiley face below it, which he finds to be so characteristically you.

• For the next week, you two spend his nights off together, roaming around the streets of Tokyo and chatting up a storm. In you, he finds someone he can be himself around, letting down his guard enough to truly enjoy his time with you. In him, you’ve found a life-long friend, even if you are beginning to wish you didn’t live an ocean away so that he could perhaps become something more.

• The night before you’re scheduled to leave, to return to your own country, he finds himself thinking the same thing. He wants nothing more than for you to stay, as he believes he’s finally found himself hopelessly in love for the girl who has captured his whole heart. He wants to tell you everything weighing on his chest, but he can’t, not with the type of life he leads. The life of a pro is a lonely one, something you would likely understand. Still, the best he can do to make you stay is offer you a place at his agency, knowing that the process would be long and tedious for you both.

• You smile at the offer, but decline politely. You have your own city to protect, but you give him one last gift before you leave, a kiss and a promise that you’d return.

• Fast forward a couple years… you’ve moved to Japan, received your new Japanese hero license and work at a hero agency of your own, one that frequently partners with a neighboring agency belonging to the one and only Hawks.

• He often flies by for a quick kiss, claiming he can’t go on patrol without a kiss for good luck, making your sidekicks pester you even more about the red-winged hero you call your significant other. Still, you wouldn’t have it any other way.

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#shayewrites #anime #mha hawks #mha x y/n #mha x reader #mha fluff #mha #mha x you #mha imagines #mha headcanons #bhna hawks #bhna #bhna x you #bhna x reader #hawks x reader #hawks x you #my hero academia hawks #kiego takami #shayewritesmha

[the-atlas-sister]

How They Make You Go To Bed (MHA Pro Heroes Preference)

(Ft. All Might, Eraser Head, Hawks and Midnight)

Toshinori Yagi:

-in the beginning of your relationship he felt a bit too shy with you to actually do anything. (Toshinori is shy with his significant other, fight me on this) 

-he always worried you were doing something important or something work related and felt bad bothering you, so he’d ask you timidly to come to bed and if you said no he’d just awkwardly shuffle to bed by himself

-after some time living together although- he started to learn when you were working and when you were just refusing to sleep

-when it’s work, he’ll give you a time that you have to come to bed with him, no matter how much work you still have

-if you don’t come at that time, he will close your laptop and drag you into bed

-now if your just refusing to sleep- for whatever reason, he will throw you over his shoulder and throw you into bed before just cuddling into you chest, keeping you in place

Shota Aizawa:

-now- we all know Aizawa would probably be fast asleep before you even get home

-he usually doesn't give a shit, he knows eventually you’ll join him in bed and he’ll subconsciously cuddle into you

-BUT on occasion he will wake up at around midnight or later to find you still awake and just get annoyed

-so, he’ll trudge out of bed- wrapped in a blanket- and find you wherever you are- whether it’s watching tv, doing work or reading

-from there he’ll wrap you in his blanket with him- not giving a flying fuck about what your doing and carry you to bed, ignoring your complaints 

Keigo Takami:

-this boy is clingy

-you usually don’t get the chance to stay up late

-when he goes to bed, you go to bed- even if your not tired. You’ll just end up laying in bed with his head on your chest

-on the few occasions Keigo has late night shifts and he comes home finding you wide awake binging your favorite show or movies- he’ll either convince you to come to bed or use his wings to pick you up and put you in bed

-it all depends on how tired he is

Nemuri Kayama:

-she usually can fairly easily convince you

-if not though- she uses her quirk

#aizawa x y/n #aizawa fluff #aizawa headcanons #eraser head #bnha toshinori #all might #toshinori x y/n #toshinori x you #aizawa x reader #midnight #mha nemuri #bnha #bnha x y/n #mha x reader #mha kirishima #kiego x reader #keigo x y/n #keigo headcanons #keigo x reader #preferences #mha preferences #my hero academia #pro heroes

[babaukulele]

I feel like Keigo would be so good about helping with night terrors, he definitely has some himself. Mine have been more prevalent than usual so allow me to indulge for a second here.

CW: nightmares/ night terrors, pet names (birdie)

Mainly fluff as always

I feel like Keigo would be so good about helping with night terrors, he definitely has some himself. Mine have been more prevalent than usual so allow me to indulge for a second here.

CW: nightmares/ night terrors, pet names (birdie)

Mainly fluff as always

You had always had really extreme nightmares, the rate of which varied day by day, the factors not all that clear. You did however notice that you had less when you slept with someone else in the room. Ever since you had started sleeping with Kei they had nearly vanished, his heroic status and protective wings making you feel safer than ever.

You lasted a good two months pretty much nightmare free, in fact it was often your golden eyed partner needing to be soothed in the night. You felt so incredibly special to be someone he could find safety in, even in his most vulnerable state. You had warned him that sometimes you wake up violently, sometimes thrashing around or even screaming. He had been very understanding and almost completely dismissed it until that first night you finally awoke with a yelp followed by a crash.

His eyes flew open and he immediately covered the bed with his protective wings. His hands roamed around the sheets and his heart almost stopped when he realized you were no longer next to him. He started to yell out your name and roll out of the bed when he recognized the sound of your ragged breathing.

A feather flipped on the bedside lamp and illuminated your hunched body laying on the floor. You were breathing hard and tears rolled down your face, the bed sheets still reaching out for their fallen comrade.

Hawks triple checked that the room was clear and then carefully lowered himself next to you. Your eyes were wild and unfocused, your body coursing with adrenaline leaving your entire body shaking, ready to sprint at any minute

Hawks approached you slowly and kept his voice to a whisper.

“Hey birdie”

You didn’t look at him, couldn’t recognize if you were still stuck in whatever hell you had just woken up from. You wanted to scream, fear paralyzing you to your in between state.

Hawks saw it in your eyes, you were still half asleep.

“Y/N, can you hear me? It’s me, Keigo. Or Hawks, too. You had a bad dream, but it’s over now.”

Your eyes started to focus in, you still stared at the ceiling as your chest heaved.

Hawks gently slid a hand to your shoulder and traced it up till it was under your head, keeping all contact very clear and purposeful. To his relief you didn’t flinch away.

Slowly, he propped your head up till you were looking at him.

“You’re okay, we’re okay…” he recites the current date, time and location, trying to ground you back with him in the present.

Your fingers start to curl around his arm that is keeping you upright as your mind finally registers the change in reality.

Your eyes squeeze shut and you can’t help but let out a whimper of relief. Keigo sighs, relieved himself that you're finally awake and away from whatever left you so distraught.

His big arms pull you into him, his wings covering you but still allowing the lamps light shine in to keep your senses engaged. He had never known to do any of this, until he had met you. Not until you had treated him with the same kindness and empathy that he had strived to remember and return one day.

“Are you hurt? You took quite the fall.”

You shook your head as you wiped at your cheeks. He gently replaced your shaking hands and wiped your cheeks with his thumbs.

“It’s alright, I’ve got you. You’re safe here, I promise.”

You took a shaky breath as your heart rate finally started to slow. You looked up at him through wet lashes almost shy.

“I’m sorry I woke you up and scared you like that”

He cooed at your unnecessary apology and lightly flicked your nose with his pinkie.

“What so I’m allowed to wake you up anytime I get scared or lonely or come home late but you can’t wake me up when you have a nightmare? What a double standard y/n”

His false swoon is almost pitiable. You smack his chest and puff out an annoyed breath. You know he’s right though. He lets out a relieved laugh as you lean your head into his chest.

“Maybe we could talk about it in the morning, but for now why don’t we get you off the floor and into something more comfortable?”

He tried to remember all of the little tricks you had used for him in the past, changing clothes and bed positions to feel like you weren’t in the same space as before. Lighting a candle to add a different scent and even turning down the temperature for peak comfort. You were touched at all the effort. You splashed your face with some cold water to rinse off any remaining sweat or tears and then crawled back into your partner's arms. Not that you had ever really left him, his clingy tendencies soothing you more than ever, clinging to you as you transitioned into a better sleeping space.

You kept the light on for as long as you needed, you and Kei whispering to each other until your eyes grew heavy once again. He watched your breath even and your features soften, staying awake as long as he could manage to make sure your sleep was peaceful. You slept through the night intertwined in each other’s bodies and protection until the sun rose high once again.

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[gabzlovesu]

KEIGO’S BIRD TENDENCIES CAN BE RIDICULOUS AND OVERWHELMING AT TIMES. But you love him so much that you don’t hold it against him.

“Babe, have you seen my crystals?” You’ve been looking for your rose quartz crystal for like ten minutes now. It had miraculously disappeared from your collection, along with a few others. You usually keep them in a bowl on your vanity, but you’ve found them in some rather odd places lately: the bathroom, in the bed, the kitchen cabinet, and many other spots.

When Keigo doesn’t reply, you know he’s up to something, and you find it suspicious that you haven’t seen him since you started looking for your lost items.

“Keigo,” you yell again. No matter where you looked he wasn’t there, you even checked the roof. Eventually, you gave up and decided you would just meditate with your crystals tomorrow.

You go to the closet to grab a sweatshirt only to find a particular birdman at your feet. Keigo was squatting in the closet above a small pile of your crystals. “…What the fuck are you doing?”

“…I- uh it’s not what it looks like, Y/N. I can explain,“ he blurts out from the darkness of the closet.

“Why are you squatting your fat ass on top of my crystals Keigo?! Have you been stealing them and leaving them all over the apartment?”

He stares at you, guilty and ashamed that you caught him red-handed. Keigo thought he could snatch a couple of your rocks without you noticing — he’s been doing it for weeks now. There was something about them that fascinated him, so he would hoard them into a nest or leave them in random places, hoping you would give up looking for them.

“I’m sorry they’re just so pretty,” he pouts as you shove him to the side and scoop up the crystals.

You realize that this was probably due to his bird-like nature and feel a little bad about being upset. So you offer him a small sunstone for him to keep; in a way, the stone reminded you of him… “Here, you can keep this one Keigo,” you say holding it up.

He stops pouting, tucking his bottom lip back in, and looks up at the stone between your fingers. Keigo’s pupils contract at the sight of it and he lets out a soft “ooohhhh.” He was genuinely excited about a rock.

You drop the stone in his cupped palms and leave him in the closet to ogle his new precious stone.

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[sleepyweepypeaches]

Announcement

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Hawks x reader | Crackish, Fluff

Reader is afab | Keigo and Y/n are parents🥺

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You hear a loud pop from across the living room. Spinning around to see keigo resting his hand agents his lower back stretching backwards. “Oof, shit” he ground. Keigo winces, that makes you panic a little. All these years of hero work has finally been catching up with him. You just hope they’re not catching up too fast. “Oh! Baby are you okay?” You ask walking over to him. He just sighs and turns around. “Baby, be honest. Am I getting old?” Keigo asked with a tired smile. You walk up to him and caress his cheek.

His body’s been so bet and batterd over the years. Only for him to walk bullets off like scrapes. And stab wounds like paper cuts. The time he dislocated his arm when fighting a villain. Then, he popped it back into place. The time he got three slugs to the abdomen. Then, he got them removed and checked himself out the hospital the next day. Now, his arm is sore every morning. Now, his right leg will try to give out when he runs. But that doesn’t stop him from picking Ken'ichi and Koharu up and spin them around like they’re weightless. That doesn’t stop him from running around the corner and catch me by surprise. So he can throw me in the pool just to hear me squeal. So yes he is getting old. But the best kind of old. I smile, moving some graying blond hair out of Keigo’s face. “No baby.” I say, rubbing his lower back. “Are you sure?” Keigo asked me. Cocking in eyebrow. He wrapped his arms around my waist. “Yes I’m sure. I have the baby bump to prove it! Your as fit as a fiddle.” I pull him in close and kiss his lips. Keigo chuckles into the kiss, moving a hand down and squeezes my ass.

“WHAT!?” We both facepalm when we hear Koharu scream from the hall. This isn’t how we wanted to tell them. “Go to bed!” Keigo yells. He scoffs dramatically resting his head on my shoulder. “So much of that surprise.” I laugh. “I’m sorry love, I know you were excited to tell them.” Keigo rubbed his hands up and down my shoulders to comfort me. “Its okay. I know it’s usually a big deal when a pregnancy isn’t revealed as planned. But I honestly couldn’t care less how they find out. My children are so loud and bubbly, all thanks to my loud and bubbly husband! You just radiate energy off of each other. At first that happy, bubbly, energy was a facade of yours. But now it’s real! The day Ken'ichi was born your smile was so real. You were so happy!Then after we eloped that smile only got bigger!” I laughed. Wrapped my arms back around keigo’s neck. “I was born out of wedlock!?” Ken'ichi yelled from down the hall. Keigo’s eyes widen in disbelief. He whips around and makes his way down the hall. “Go to bed!” He says. I fallow after him. Watching as he picks Ken'ichi up fireman’s carry style. “Hay!” Ken'ichi laughs. As Keigo carries him upstairs. “What was he like when I was born?” Koharu asked. I giggled “Even more excited, and even more joyful!” I wrap my arms around her in a tight hug. Fallowing after her father leading her to her room. Koharu smiles and snugs into me.

Keigo brings Ken'ichi into his room and WWE slams him on the bad. “Bedtime bitch!” Keigo says trying to hold in a laugh. Ken'ichi is losing it, I don’t know if he’s laughing for at the bodyslam that was just served to him. Or the fact his dad just cussed at him. Keigo walks up to Koharu and dose the same to her. “Bedtime!” Keigo yells. I can’t contain my laughter. As Keigo goes back around in the same order to kiss Ken'ichi and Koharu on the head goodnight. And softly shuts they’re doors. Keigo walks back over to me calmly“you were saying?” He asks. I have a bit of a giggle fit before taking a breath and continuing form earlier. “I was saying, I don’t care how they find out. Because the best parts of my life came from what didn’t go to plan. Like just now!” I smile and kiss keigo on the lips. “Why were you so desperate to get them to bed?” I asked cocking an eyebrow. Keigo takes my head and starts walking me to our room. “Well I was expecting you to say ‘yes you are getting old’ then I’d say ‘oh ya? Can an old man do this?’ Then I was going to pick you up and take you to our room and fu-“ “Keigo! Shh!” I giggle. Ken'ichi and Koharu can definitely hear us. “To loud?” He whispered. “A little.” I giggled.

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[xgiannax]

May I ask for Hawks x ticklish! Reader? I love your fics so much!!!

Yes! Hawks is so great ugh🤌🏾✨

You sighed grabbing a water from the fridge and strolled to your desk, opening your window as wide it would go then plopping back in the desk chair. After a long time of typing away at your computer endlessly, the sun began to go down sending a small breeze in through your window. Your eyes fell down to the clock in the corner of your laptop screen and on cue, you heard the whooshing sound of his wings retracting and the thump of his boots on your floor. He closed the window yawning gently, his eyes scanning the room for you.

“Y/n” he breathed out your name with a sigh, pulling off his visor and smirking at you. He crouched beside the chair you were sitting in wrapping his arms around your torso and hugging you close, letting you run your fingers through his wind swept hair.

“Um, are you okay?” You asked with a light chuckle, feeling his cheek rise as he smiled against your stomach

“Yeah, just missed you. What are ya doing?” He asked standing up to stretch out with a groan

“Nothing much, just working” You sighed turning back to finish typing

“Still? I thought you’d be finished by now” you could hear the frown in his voice, and yours matched his

“Yeah me too, I’ve been stuck in this stupid chair all day”

“You know, you could take a break? I’m here now, sooo come and give me cuddles?” You shook your head, still focused on whatever you were reading

“Hold on, I just need like 30 more minutes-“

“No” you turned to him with raised eyebrows, squinting when he smirked at you again

“No? Why not?” He shrugged leaning against your desk and crossing his arms over his chest

“Cause I said so, you most likely haven’t moved in hours and I miss you so come on. You can finish this later” you ignored his request turning back to your work to focus, although the idea of focusing was short lived. You felt something soft flutter against your neck and you gasped flinching away

“Hawks!” You warned glaring up at him, he held his hands up in defense

“What? I didn’t do anything” You opened your mouth to tell him off only to end up giggling at the feeling of his feathers against the side of your neck and ears

“Stahahahap!” You laugh scrunching up your shoulders and falling against him, he caught you with open arms latching a hand onto your side and squeezing. Your laughs got louder and you wiggled around in his grip, pushing against his chest

“I asked nicely, you left me no choice babe”he teased clawing at your stomach, lifting up your shirt to run his feathers against your skin as well. You were nearly screaming by now, squirming and tugging at his wrists to no avail.

“I-I CAHANT BREATH!” He laughed slowing down but not completely stopping, leaving you still giggling

“Are you done with your work yet?” He asked leaning down to look at you, You shook your head at him

“I sthihill have to-NAHHA!” Hawks reached down to squeeze and poke at your thighs and you gave in right away

“OKAYOKAY IM DONE!” He instantly stopped, pulling his feathers back and grinning at how flustered you were

“Wow, funny how that works huh, baby bird? Where are my manners, I didn���t even ask if you ate when I came in. I’ll go pick us up something oh- you’d better not be in this chair when I get back or else” he threatened lightly, winking at you and throwing his visor back on before pulling open your window.

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[matronaa]

my favorite random hawks headcanons

a/n: some of these headcanons i got from tiktok bc my fyp is nothing but mha and haikyuu not that im complaining and some of them are from me and my friend up at 3 in the morning simping for hawks :)))

because of his wings, he sleeps on his stomach so he falls asleep on top of you and uses his wings as blankets while hugging you

he holds the back of your head when he hugs you

when he’s confused or curious he tilts his head like a bird aw

i feel like his wings make him very responsive ?? so like if hes happy to see someone his wings will puff up and like his feathers will flutter or if hes sad his wings will look droopier than normal

babie has definitely crashed into a few windows 

he gave you a feather as an earring/necklace so whenever he’s bored and not near he likes to mess w you by tickling you 

when he eats he sticks out his tongue before biting his food idk why i like this one dont ask lol

he’s afraid of fireworks bc yk he’s a bird they’re like 100x louder to him

his hair is always messy and knotted from flying so he loves when you take the time to gently detangle his hair 

omg imagine coming home from like a trip or smth where you’re gone for a while

and you step into your shared apt and all your blankets and pillows are in a circle and you’re like ??

and hes like sorry i tried to make you a nest aww babie ty

or like you get home a day early and you find hawks laying on a pile of your clothes or just anything that smells like you

brings you shiny little trinkets that he finds on missions or just out and about

you’re like where did you get this from and he doesnt want to admit he totally saw it through someones window and broke in to steal it for you

tbh you probably know thats where he got it but yk its the thought that counts.

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[xginata]

Goodnight Moon

Prompt: After accepting to babysit your best friends kids, Keigo comes to terms with his feelings about someday becoming a dad.

Rating: Pure & wholesome fluff.

Wordcount: short drabble, 1.5k words.

Notes: Wrote this at 1am because I couldn’t stop picturing Keigo overcoming his fears. Keigo would be such a great dad, even if he struggled he would do anything for y/n and his kids. Also tried to keep this as non-binary, as possible because I do want many people to feel included in my writings. I used the term “titi,” when it came to y/n because at least how I used it growing up, it was meant for both uncle & aunt. I hope everyone gets to enjoy this little piece!

(*´꒳`*)

Hawks was uncomfortable, as two little kids ran around him, poking and prodding at his wings, one even grabbing a fist full and pulling them out, making Hawks grow irritated.

Hawks had been expecting for you to be slumped up on the couch, drifting into a nap. He planned to surprise you this afternoon since he was able to come home earlier than expected.

He did not expect to see you and two little toddlers whose sentences always seem to start with, “why, what, where, when, and how?”

He most certainly did not expect to get jumped and tackled by the two little monsters either.

You were in the kitchen, making snacks for the two little toddlers as you heard him call out your name. Not completely yelling for you but also his calmness wavered.

You came out from the kitchen holding matching pb&j’s and two sticks of gogurts.

“What is is baby?” You asked and your eyes widened, letting out a small laugh.

The twins somehow managed to tackle him to the floor, Hawks sprawled out, unable to get up thanks to the twins quirk. They could increase the weight, almost harden, any part of a persons body and unfortunately for Keigo, it was the wings.

“Uncle Keigo!” They shouted in sync, laughing and giggling at his uncomfortableness. They had seen him on TV but never in real life and when they found out that their parent’s best friend, was in a relationship with Keigo, they begged to see him.

Your best friend asked you to watch them so they and their partner could go out for a date, you didn’t hesitate to say yes and you both knew the chances of Keigo actually being there. You wouldn’t force him and neither would your friend but it was probably a rare moment for your best friend that the twins wanted to be away from their parents, at least for now.

“A little help please?” He huffed as the twins ran circles around him.

“Come on,” you called for the twins, “I have snacks!” You set their food on the small table and turned on paw patrol, their gazes instantly fixed on the screen and their yelling subsided.

Hawks was still laying on the floor.

“Undo your quirk please.” You said to the twins who in turn touched their pointer fingers together, undoing their quirk.

Hawks let out a puff of air, finally felt like he was able to breathe. He cursed underneath his breath, “little monsters.” He said, you giggled and kissed him softly on the cheek.

“No, where’s my real kiss?” He pulled you back and you pecked him on the lips. He groaned, “Kids always get in the way.”

Hawks wouldn’t be much help that night but it wasn’t something you were mad about, you were happy that he was spending time with you, even as the twins asked him a million and one questions.

You knew about his past and you assumed why he felt the way he did about children, having a hard time as one himself and his upbringing, it was a sensitive topic. The baby talk wasn’t something either of you spoke about, you were happy with him and if it happened then great, and if it didn’t you were still happy.

He returned from showering, entering with a smaller set of wings, probably because he didn’t want the twins to keep messing with him, either way it didn’t stop them from asking him how his wings worked, and, “if you only grow your wing on one side, it would be like a mohawk on your back. A backhawk!” Hawks snorted at the failed joke attempt from one of the twins.

“Sure, kid.” He said laughing it off.

The twins turned back to you, rubbing their eyes.

“Titi, can you read us a bedtime story, please?” They synced up their please at the end, warming your heart, and the nickname they gave you making you smile.

“Of course!” Your soft smile diverted Hawks gaze from the TV to you. He hadn’t seen you smile like that in a long time, your eyes beamed with happiness and his own heart swelled.

He saw as you handed them their sippy cups with warm milk and led them to the guest room. He stayed on the couch for a minute, blankly staring at the TV and telling himself he didn’t want to see you with the twins. He huffed, giving up and got up from his spot. The guest door was slightly ajar, a nightlight was plugged in next to the bed, displaying beautiful shadows of stars and planets dancing together.

The twins were underneath their blanket, the one your best friend had packed along with the nightlight, “nightlight plus blankie, plus milk equals night night.” You remember your best friend saying as she left.

Keigo rested his shoulder on the doorway, as he watched you flipped through the pages of “Goodnight Moon.” He listened along with them, your tone was delicate with every word. Your eyes were soft as you’d look up from each page, checking as the twins started to drift off into sleep. He knew how you felt about kids, having it mentioned it once he knew that you would be happy either way.

For a moment he imagined it be him sitting in that chair, reading them the bedtime story as you laid down on the bed with them. Images of little toddlers with his wings and your hair, and your smile and your laugh, with your beautiful eyes filled his thoughts.

He imagined you and your full belly carrying his baby or if you didn’t want that or you couldn’t have that, then checking up on a surrogate with you, or adoption. Regardless, whatever you chose, in that moment he knew that what he wanted was to have children with you.

Your children didn’t have to grow up like him, they didn’t have to feel the pain of growing up alone and confused, because even if they might not have him all the time, they still had you. He knew, as you closed the book, and tucked them in, that you would be the best parent to his children. He wanted to be a dad, deep down he knew it was something he wanted to do, especially if it was with you.

He hadn’t realized he was crying until you walked up to him, worried.

“Are you okay, love?” You asked as you wiped his tears.

“I love you,” he whispered your name as he wrapped his arms around you. You let your confusion subside and hugged him back harder.

Keigo let go of you, looking at the twins who were still sound asleep and closed the door slightly. He pulled you back into the living room, and sat you down on the couch, he laid on the L-couch with his legs extended and opened providing you space to sit between them.

His arms wrapped over your shoulder, hugging you to his chest.

“I want..” his voice softened, remembering the twins, “I want to have babies with you.” He said, and your heart jumped.

“I know what you said that either way you were happy and it’s your body and I’ll be happy with whatever you decide but I want you to know that I was selfish back then, in closing off the possibility to see you as a parent because I know you would be an amazing fucking parent.” He rambled, “I want to see a mini version of you running around, or adopting a kid. I want to be there for you and them and provide a better childhood for them. I want to be a dad.” He confessed.

You turned your neck slightly, looking up at him with teary eyes, it must’ve taken a lot for him to say that to you. “I want that too.” You said.

Tears rolled down his cheeks as you turned around and kissed him, “I love you and I know you’d be an amazing fucking dad.” You repeated his words with the same emotion he had. You felt it, you knew he would be an amazing dad.

“Uncle Kiego?” The twins cried from the room. Keigo jumped from the couch, as did you but he got to the room faster.

“Whats wrong, kid?” He asked as he entered, the twins were crying.

“Nightmare?” He asked them and they nodded tearfully. You choked up, seeing him interact with them so differently since this afternoon. You didn’t know what made him change his mind but you were happy that he would give himself a chance to be a parent.

“Don’t worry about it. You’re safe, Hawks will look over you both so you don’t have anymore nightmares.”

“Can you read us the story again?” One of the twins asked, to which he nodded. He tucked them both back in bed and opened the book, reading them to sleep once more with Goodnight Moon.

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