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xlovely-daydreamsx · 1 year
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How would a yandere hawks celebrate his birthday with his darling
If he's still in the stalking stage, he would leave you tons of unwarranted gifts in the days leading up to it.
Flowers, notes, a book or piece of jewelry you had been eyeing in the shops recently (but can't remember mentioning to anyone).
It seems... innocent, for the most part, but it's still unnerving to wonder who would go to this extent.
Maybe one of your friends playing a prank?
On the day of your birthday, after a night on the town with you hero friends (and maybe a few too many drinks), you unlock your apartment door with unsteady hands and throw your shoes into the corner of the hall.
It's dark, as it always is this late at night, but you're surprised to find sobering illuminating the end of your hallway.
You make your way down it, wondering if you just happened to leave a light on in your haste to meet your friends at the bar.
You weren't expecting the cake that sat eerily on your kitchen table, candles half melted.
"Happy birthday, Angel."
Really, what better gift could he give you than his undying love?
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seechelle1999 · 1 year
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Eye and nose practice. Also unofficial stylisation practice 😅 Not totally happy with all of these, but I can't stand to look at them anymore, so just. Just take it
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bonz-bunny · 1 year
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He’s my love 🫶
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tenderandmild · 1 year
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Shameless fashion disaster fanboy Hawks showing some unimpressed Todorokis his limited edition Endeavor merch while his Goth little brother Tokoyami experiences secondhand embarrassment
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babaukulele · 1 year
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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. 
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kaycode1999 · 30 days
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I’m sorry but there’s no way Hawks would be cool or anything like that if he had feelings for someone or was in a relationship
With all the trauma that he’s been through and how sheltered he’s been his whole life- he would be the most nervous, obvious, clumsy, pathetic mess when he’s in love.
I’m talking
Voice cracks
Blushing like crazy
Getting caught staring like a love sick puppy all the time
Can’t control the volume of his voice on any given word
Trips and bumps over/into things
Shyly offers little gifts of things he knows the person he likes is into
It’s adorable 😂
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rulesofdisorder · 9 months
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i’m always so taken aback by some of things that make people not ship/stop shipping characters. like i saw a post about dabihawks and someone in the comments said that they used to ship them until they found out how toxic the relationship was. like i thought we were all shipping them because the relationship is so toxic. like that was the main draw for me and i thought it was the main draw for everyone else as well
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michi-beans · 1 year
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I had a feeling I would fall for these two if I watched MHA with my sister.....and I was right lol.
Full on patreon: cw//implied mpreg.
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unidentified-ending · 6 months
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Them catching you masturbating.
Male reader. Will make a female one later.
Ft. Hawks, Aizawa, Endeavour and Miurko
Hawks versionn
Possible ooc
Warning: contains nfsw under the cut
Hawks:
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Hawks at work.
Home alone.
Horny?
It was perfect.
Or so you thought
Not perfect when he entered you guys' apartment when you were so close to finishing.
You squirted some lube on the top of your cock tip, it slowly dripping down the side of your cock. It was already hard but you needed some wetness to fully get off.
Even though you knew you shouldn't of been doing this, it was the perfect opportunity and you were so horny that you had no other choice.
You placed a hand on your dick, sending shivers doqn your spine. It and been so long since you masturbated so it sort of feels foreign.
You start by slowly caressing your tip, rubbing light circles around it for a few seconds, making you softly close your eyes.
You then slowly rubbed up and down on your shaft, one of your hands coming up to pinch and play with your nipples.
You let out a groan as you slowly start to pick up your pace, rubbing up and down.
You did this for a few minutes and you felt your cock throbbing with pleasure.
By now your eyes were to the back of your head and your hand was on autopilot, jerking fast up and down your shaft. Ever so often touching the tip again.
You were on the verge, your hand wet with your pre-cum and lube all over it. Your toes curled, ready for the best orgasm of your life.
But that got cut off when you heard the jingle of keys at your door.
"Shit, shit" you say while searching for your boxers and your joggers. He came in, calling out for you.
You spotted your joggers, you bent down on the bed, reaching your hand down the side of the bed.
When Keigo walked into your room, he had a perfect view of your ass, he also spotted your dick in between your legs, throbbing and hard.
"Well. Certainly didn't expect to see that today." He says while still staring at your ass.
"Keigo, get out." You exclaim in embarrassment, your face heating up with a blush as you continueto try and reach for your boxers
"Awh but you look so sexy" he teases as he walks towards you and puts a soft hand on one of your ass cheeks and rubs it.
"Keigo-" you start but he cuts you off with a
"Nope, I know you were masturbating. Look at your dick, it's so hard" he says as he pulls your from the side of the bed and flips you on your back.
You were now pinned underneath him, helpless and embarrassed, your face tinted a dark pink.
"Let's me finsh the jobbb. Its only fair my beautiful boy." He starts before trailing his hands down your stomach then right to your dick.
He jerked it up and down a few times to get a slight reaction out of you and it worked. You were maoning, groaning and grinding on his hand.
But all of a sudden he stops, then gets in between your legs, and looks up at you with a huge smirk.
He licks your tip and you jerk upwards. He holds your thighs and down and says
"Let me do the work, baby".
He continues to lick your tip until he puts his while mouth around your shaft. You moan out loudly, felling the rush of pleasure in your veins.
You let your hand brush in his hair, fighting the urge to deepthroat him.
"Fuckkk~~mmm~~" you moan out as he finally gets you to the edge.
"Please~~please~" you beg and he does the combo of jerking you off and sucking yor tip.
"Fuck! Im cumming~~Keigoo~~" you moan out as your toes curl for final time and you shoot your load right into his mouth.
He happily swallows it all and he got up off your softening dick and said
"Invite me home like that more. I will fuck your ass next time I see you in that position, its so alluring. Come. shower" he brings you to the shower and you guys wash in peace.
Cl, this is my first smut ever so blame me if it's shit. Sorry. I tried my best
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bby-blu-swirll · 6 months
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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)
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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.
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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"
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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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Hawks: So this is all about you parading me around like a trophy?!
Hero Commission:
Hawks:
Hero Commission: Yes.
Hawks: Why didn’t you say so?! I can be a trophy!
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xlovely-daydreamsx · 2 years
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Do you think Hawks would enjoy a Darling that is a top or a bottom
Hawks can definitely go either way, but I think no matter what position, he's in charge.
He's mostly focused on your pleasure during your alone time, so whether he's giving or recieving, you'll still cum first.
He's been around enough to know how to make anyone feel good, and he loves it. Relishes in every whimper and moan, loves the way your eyes roll back as you ride him, or even loves the way you grip onto his hips tightly as you give it back to him in turn. He wants you to feel good, to remember that pleasure and remember that only he can give it to you that good. Nobody could ever treat you as good as Hawks does.
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Hawks x pro hero reader. Where hawks is in an interview and every question is about reader.
(Maybe like the google interview. U know the most googled things about him?)
I love these kind of fics!!
Made it a small drabble instead:
𝔖𝔱𝔞𝔯 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔖𝔥𝔬𝔴
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(Hawks x GN!reader)
Warnings: slight mention of vomit. Nothing graphic.
"Heyo! I'm Japan's number two hero, Hawks…and this is the Wired AutoComplete Interview…whatever that means." He glanced over at one of the staff who stood behind the camera. They gave him a thumbs up, to which he returned.
Interviews were never his favorite. He didn't mind a bit of banter, but reporters always wanted the latest scoop of drama and many were pushy about it. He always knew how to weasel his way out of it, but he still preferred to not engage.
Lucky him, however, this interview was supposed to be more lighthearted. The staff weren't even the ones asking him questions! For the most part they'd be silent. Hawks had all the freedom here. It was a nice change of pace.
Camera man: Have you ever Googled yourself before?
"Absolutely…not, no, never. I don't need to, I already know what my fans' search history is like." He looked into the camera and winked. That was a complete lie. He's looked himself up before. The results were…interesting…to say the least.
A staff member handed him the first Google board.
"Is Hawks…" He rips off the thin layer of white paper, "single?" He laughed, surprised by the question. His relationship with you had become public a few months ago. Seems like some people still didn't know. "Straight to the point, I respect it! No, I'm not. Sorry about that, better luck next time." 
He reached over and ripped the next piece of paper off the board, "Is Hawks…taken?" Crew members burst out laughing as Hawks sat there dumbfounded.
"Isn't that just the same question? The first search wasn't enough?" He teased, "I think we know the answer to that already." 
He sighed in relief as he ripped the next piece of paper to find that it had nothing to do with his love life. 
He cleared the "Is Hawks…" board without a mention of his love life. Not that he didn't like talking about you, he just preferred to keep his relationship private. He preferred to keep most things about himself private. Exactly why he didn't like interviews.
He flew by the next few boards before he got to the "how" board.
"How…did Hawks get with Y/N." He sighed, scratching the side of his cheek, " You see…a witch—"
"I'm stopping you right there." One of the staff members cut in, causing the rest of the crew to laugh.
"No! It's a true story!" He laughed, "A witch cursed me into being a hawk, and being the kind royal highness they are, they kissed me and turned me back into a human. Well, not fully since…you know." He pointed to his wings, trying to ignore the eye rolls some of the crewmembers were giving him.
Ok so maybe that story was slightly exaggerated. Truth be told, you two had been friends for a bit before he asked you out. 
But that wasn't nearly as interesting as the story he had come up with.
The interview continued to be about you. He wasn't sure why that was the only question anyone had for him but he didn't mind.
He got questions like "When did Hawks and Y/N get married? "
He said he woke up one day with a wedding ring so he wasn't sure.
(You're not married…yet.)
Do Hawks and Y/N have kids?
He said yes, you have 20 of them.
(You have one pet together. That's it)
When did Hawks and Y/N meet?
He said you broke into his house and it was love at first sight.
(You two met at a bar. You were throwing up because you had too much to drink).
He answered each question with an obvious lie, knowing full well you'd get annoyed by it. That was just his love language. Being lovingly annoying. 
And that was alright, you didn't mind. 
At least, you wouldn't mind once he brings back your favorite food for dinner. 
Finally, he was done. He tossed the board to the side and sat back in his chair.
"Alright, I think it's time for me to go before I dig a deeper grave for myself. I'm going to go home and hope my partner doesn't kill me." 
He did a two finger salute, and the interview came to an end.
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bonz-bunny · 1 year
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Twitter is Bonz.Bunny , I post more on there😋🫶
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2-dsimp · 2 years
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Monster rule 101: Don’t move the Scarecrow
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Scarecrow! Hawks x fem farmer! reader
Cw: Humiliation, impact play, slight degradation NFSW, monsterfuxking, exhibitionism, M! Oral receiving
🔞 MDNI/ NO AGELESS BLOGS🔞
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You always felt as if you’re being watched.
Every since you’ve inherited the farmland passed down from your great grandparents. You’ve began experiencing weird things as of lately, such as not being able to do much farm work. Since the trivial chores we’re done way before you even managed to get your hands dirty.
But the thing that creeped you out the most was the old scarecrow stationed in front of the cornfields, Keigo was it’s name. You had nothing against the scarecrow as it did a good job of warding off any scavengers trying to steal crops, but what weirded you out was that it looked more like a man rather than a doll made of straw. A handsome one at that, however it’s eyes were like a hawk always fixated on you no matter where you went.
Giving you the absolute chills, there’s also the fact that tomorrow was Halloween. You we’re easily skittish by things you deem scary, so it was only natural that you sought to remove it from its rightful post. And place the strawman somewhere that wouldn’t distract you from your work. It wouldn’t mind right? It was just a scarecrow after all…
If only you’d had read the warming label on his hat that said “DO NOT MOVE”
“Hey lil farmer did I tell you to stop?”
Keigo snickered,
As he watched you struggle with watery wide eyes that teared up every time he shoved his straw woven cock into the back of your skull .You swore that by the end of this you’d have splinters, lodged in your throat. Isn’t this thing that’s currently dickin itself down inside your mouth a scarecrow? He’s literally made of straw so how is it that the weight he’s applied on the back of your head so strong?? Honestly you should be beating him up for messing up your hair that you’ve spent so much time through broken rubber bands on creating the big cute curly puff ball pulled back into a ponytail.
“That’s it keep sucking me off just like that baby and maybe I’ll forgive you for moving me from my post, since it’s apparent you don’t know how to read warning labels ”
You had no energy to be offended by that offhanded remark as Your mind became rattled whenever he’d forcefully pumped his long golden straw dick. That slipped alongside your slippery tongue, as he rotated his hips against your plush soft lips. Whilst smashing his crotch to your nose and slapping his big straw ball (sacs?) Underneath your chin covered in saliva.
‘Can a scarecrow even come?’
A careless thought, popped up in your muddled mind.
And as if to answer your question, keigo hunched over gripping your head with both hands as he jerked roughly into your gaping throat hole with a satisfied groan escaping from his lips. You were soon blasted with gooey cum that tasted like grass and wood dust, the taste was an acquired one so you pushed at his thighs to breathe life into your fucked out lungs.
But with the sadistic way he stared down at you from above meant you either swallow or choke on his dick. You had half a mind of choosing the latter but you didn’t wanna die from getting dicked down just yet, especially not by some damn cheeky scarecrow.
“This is no good, I can’t have ya getting distracted like this miss farmer”
Keigo tutted, sensing your reluctance to swallow his seed as he pulled out his thick straw dick to slap it meanly against your forehead, cheek, and puckered lips. Smearing his murky precum with the consistency of gunk all over your face with each bouncy slap. Making you feel like a common whore with each resounding smack of his unnatural cock against your flesh.
“Did ya forget where we are, sugar lips?”
That one question, snapped you back into the cruel reality that had you on your knees pleasuring that crooked scarecrow. In the middle of the cornfields, half naked due to your overalls being pulled down exposing your dark nipples and breast to the cold autumn air. Not to mention the fact you were doing adult acts outside of the comfort of your home, with little trick or treaters in their cute costumes racing from door to door for free candy.
Then it clicked, You could be spotted out in the open with only the cover of the tall corn as your only solace. And be deemed as a crazy woman for fornicating with this damn scarecrow who could pretend to play dead as an inanimate object, should you be found. Keigo licked his lips at the look of fear on your face, and smiled devilishly down at you when you realized you were at his mercy.
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Should I do a pt2 👀
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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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