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Behold, my blatant Yakko Warner expy I just got done playing for a toon ttrpg. XD My silly creepypasta-ass funni boi.

Best part is I still played him pretty in-character, with only a few small indications that anything was off about him, alllll the way up until the very last scene of the first game session... when he proceeded to chomp down on another toon and slorp the lifeink right outta them.

Needless to say, the other players' reactions were priceless. XD

This game took place in a kinda Who Framed Roger Rabbit type universe with normal humans and toons living together. In this universe toons don't require food (though it is nice to have!) but basically need attention to live, and well... Being locked up for decades in a water tower with the studio that made you denying your existence is kiiiiiinda antithetical to that.

Desperation to survive led the Warnings to become monsters, draining the life from other toons to keep themselves from fading away completely. Whenever they managed to break containment, they'd go track down the biggest jerk they could find (a.k.a. 'special friend'), wear 'em down both physically and mentally with their zany antics, and then strike 'em down like rabid pack animals.

So what happened to his sibs, you might ask?

Well... .w. don't... don't worry about it.

BRO I LITERALLY CAN'T DRAW HAWKS FOR SHIT!! I WANNA CRY

HIS SMILE OM MAR GARRR HIS PRECIOUS SMILE- ,JHRF,JHFRSJLBSRFJBKF4EKJBSFRJKBFSRKJB ITS SO BRIGHT,,, SO BEAUTIFUL,, BEAMING LIKE THE SUN,, M SMILIN BACK MY BBY BOY UGHHHH

(Dark!) BNHA: Trying to get you pregnant

▶ This is a yandere/dark work and it may contain triggering content so please READ THE WARNINGS before. Do not read if minor.

More at Masterlist

Female Reader

Boys -> Hawks + Bakugo + Deku + Shoto

Reaction: An inside view of some moments between the boys and their darling when they're deeply invested in getting you pregnant - willingly or not.

WARNINGS: Implied Kidnapping; Captive reader; Implied Non-con.

AN: Please, reblog and give me feedback 😊

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Hawks

“... none of that, babe, just close your nose and gulp it all the way down.” Keigo’s soft voice does little to help you, and you quickly slap a hand over your mouth, desperately trying to hold back the contents that attempt to rise up to your mouth. 

He patiently stands by your side, holding the cup of the disgusting mix of vitamins, nutritional powders and vegetables, waiting for you to recover from the small sip.

The taste is somehow even worse than the putrid smell, lingering in the corners of your mouth – bitter and repulsive. It takes long minutes before you’re reasonably recovered – after painfully  swallowing back the bile that kept rising up your throat. 

“C’mon, just a few more sips and it’ll be over quickly, okay? Just pretend this is a soda and trust me, this will go down much easier.” you turn your face away, pursing your lips shut when Keigo pushes the cup closer to your mouth. 

“I can’t drink more.” 

“Babe, we talked about this.” he sighs. “This is for your own good, to make you healthier and stronger.” 

“I’m just fine.” you weakly scoff, pushing his hand away. “And you’re just saying that because you’re not the one drinking this gross thing. It’s seriously awful.”

“Babe…” he starts, wings ruffling behind him, restless. “You know exactly why drinking this is so important.”

“And I already told you – I don’t want a kid. So why bother?” you argue back. 

Keigo visibly frowns at that. 

“Don’t be like that.” he says. “Of course you want a kid. Maybe not now, but trust me, when our little birdie is born you’re gonna love it.” 

“I won’t.” 

“Yes, you will.”

“I won’t.”

“You will. And arguing with me won’t let you off the hook.” his tone hardens at that, brows tightening for a moment before Keigo forces himself to relax. “C’mon, just a few more sips, okay? Super tiny sips and I promise it’ll be all for today.”

“Keigo, I can’t, it tastes so bad, I’ll just end up throwing up.” you grab his arm vehemently, begging. 

“You’re a strong girl, I’m sure you can hold it all down, right?” he cheers you, immediately pressing the cup back to your lips. You gasp, feeling the sickening content touching your lips.

Keigo doesn’t relent until you finally open your lips, even when your hands attempt to push back the glass away. In the end, it takes the sharp stab of a red-feather against your thigh for you to at last open your mouth and Keigo is eagerly tilting the cup and slipping as much as he can into your throat. 

“That my good girl, drinking it all down.”

Your ears barely catch onto his praise as you’re too busy choking, the retching content refusing to slip down your throat and worse, it seems like all of it – including what you had already swollen – is aiming to come to the surface, much to your dismay. 

All it takes is one fleeting glance towards the kitchen sink and Keigo is immediately behind you, aggressively tilting your face backwards.

One hand slaps down on your mouth while the other works on pinching your nose shut. Muffled screams and tears are the only reaction you’re able to deliver, unable to push Keigo away. 

Fumbling and pushing is futile against his overwhelming strength and your vision starts getting fuzzy, the lack of oxygen getting to your head and you barely realize that you’ve swollen the nasty liquid until Keigo is finally allowing you to breathe again. 

“See, I told you it wasn’t that bad.” 

Shoto

Slowly scanning the test, it comes back as negative and relief immediately floods you, tense shoulders relaxing at the good news.

But the tension returns just as quickly when Shoto reaches from behind you, retrieving the test to see for himself. 

Controlling your face to be neutral is harder than it seems when Shoto’s disappointment switches into cold rage in a heartbeat. His hand angrily presses down on the pregnancy test, crushing it between his fingers before your silent figure catches his attention. 

Pressing your arms to your sides and lowering your eyes to the ground do little to calm Shoto's emotions and the tall man walks closer to you until he’s breathing on your hair. 

“I’m sorry.” the words escape from your lips, coated with softness. 

“Yes, you should be.” he icily glares at you, squinting his two-colored eyes down at you. “It’s been five months since we started trying and there are yet no positive results.”

“I’m sorry.” you repeat. 

“Look at me when I’m talking.” Shouto hisses at you, his simmering frustration leaving you uneasy as you reluctantly raise your eyes to meet his monochromatic eyes. “I don’t care about your meaningless apologies. What I want to know is why aren’t you pregnant yet? Care to explain that to me?” 

“I don’t know…” you quietly mutter, fingers fidgeting with each other in a nervous tick. “... but I didn’t do anything, I swear.” 

“Yes, I know that. There are no ways for you to prevent a pregnancy – I made sure of that – but clearly your effort and desire of building a family together is disappointingly low, to say the least.” 

If you could, you’d roll your eyes at that, frankly insulted on why would Shoto even think you’d be thrilled to have a child with your kidnapper.

Instead, you shrug your shoulders. 

He groans in frustration, hand rubbing all over his face. 

“Clearly you don’t desire this child as much as I do. I can’t force you to want a child, I’m aware of that.” he starts, provoking a wince in you when he brings his hand - his cold hand - to cup your cheek a little tighter than usual. “But I’ll be damned if I can’t make you love them. They deserve your love and attention, just as much as I do.”

His eyes burn into you, hot turmoil behind them. 

“And then we shall be a perfect family. No matter what I have to do in order to achieve that reality.” 

Bakugo

“Bak– Katsuki, can I take a break? I’m tired…” you beg breathlessly, sweat profusely running down your forehead.

Your feet are numb and the muscles of your legs burning with how long you’ve been forced to walk on the treadmill. 

Ever since Bakugo cemented the idea of having a baby you haven’t been able to rest for a single minute, constantly terrorized by the man that demands you to exercise following an incredibly demanding and exhausting physical plan. 

“And I don’t care. I told you before, the exercise plan has to be followed correctly to get results.” Bakugo sharply reprimands you. “How the hell are you supposed to be healthy and in shape to carry our kid if you can’t even walk the treadmill for 45 minutes, huh?” 

You frown at that, sending him a dirty look that he clearly chooses to ignore. Fuck him and fuck the kid. If it’s up to you, he won’t ever get that baby he wants so much.

But much like everything that has been happening, your level of decision is frankly limited. 

“You’re almost done with the treadmill anyways. 10 minutes left, that's a piece of cake.” he declares, checking the smartwatch on his wrist before returning his full attention to you. “After that, it’s the 60 push-ups and some light pilates. See? Easy work-out since you’re whiny today.”

You scoff.

“Oh yes, soo easy, thanks a lot.” your sarcasm doesn’t go unnoticed as Bakugo raises a brow at that. 

“Keep bitching and I might add more exercises to it.” he lightly threatens you. Pressing your lips together, you push yourself to keep going and finish the stupid workout. 

Bakugo doesn’t give up on pestering you as he leans forward, veiny hands holding onto the handrail and pink lips curling into a smirk.

He looks you up and down, drinking in your figure dressed with a revealing sports bra and tight leggings and his eyes darken with desire. 

“Might even create a new special workout exercise just for you.” he rasps out. “Get those legs ready cause I’m gonna make you ride me till I knock you up.” 

Deku

“Is this uncomfortable, my love?” he asks, fingers gently tracing random patterns against the slightly wet skin of your legs. Izuku’s messy hair tickles you when he leans to press a few loving kisses over the expanse of your naked stomach. 

“Silly question, of course it’s uncomfortable.” he replies to his own question, shaking his head. “But you’re fine with this, right, my love?” 

He looks up, sickly smiling at your exhausted figure.

You can’t answer – not with a gag-ball stuffed inside your mouth. You can’t move either – not with your arms rigidly tied to the bed’s headboard.

But what Izuku truly means is the obnoxious position way your legs are being held up into the air, blackwhip rigidly holding them up.

You’re not even certain if the old trick to holding legs in the air is scientifically proven to be accurate, but Izuku has been obsessed with forcing you into such a pose ever since Kaminari confided to him how Jiro got pregnant after a short period of time by doing this trick. 

Izuku coos, noticing the clear discomfort on your face. 

“Hey, I know, I know. It’s not very cozy, is it?” he apologizes, moving up so that he can hover over your face. His face is glowing, covered by a thin layer of sweat and happiness.

“But just think about it, my love, how all of your little sacrifices are going to be worth it in the end when we finally get to hold our little bundle of joy. Our own sweet baby!”

His eyes glint, unhealthy obsession and delusional love glimmering in those green esmeralds. Izuku looks nothing but personified insanity. 

“Oh, I can’t wait!” he reveals blithely, shuffling his body to lay your head on his bicep as he nuzzles your neck. “We’re going to have the cutest babies ever. Even Kacchan will get jealous, I bet.” 

You screw your eyes shut but that doesn’t stop a lonely tear from sliding down your cheek. Izuku hums, kissing the tear away. 

“You’ll see, my love, we are going to be one big happy family.”

✮Feathers at My Window.ᐟ

Summary: Hawks and Pro Hero Y/N have been secretly dating for a few months, their bond deepening beyond friendship. Trusting her completely, he shared his real name—but when she struggles to remember it, he takes it upon himself to ensure she never forgets again.

W.C: 1.2k

Disclaimers: Suggestive content, Mild sexual themes, Strong Language, Secret relationship, Sensory Details; Part 2 contains NSFW content 

Inspo from another Hawks writer @nakidoriii, thank you!❤︎

Like, comments, and feedback are appreciated!

You were lying in your bed, the room a comforting environment that always seemed to ease you at your best and worst times. The smell of your lavender-scented diffuser lingered in the air as you took a deep relaxing inhale through your nostrils. The bright moon filters through your blinds in the early hours of 1:47 AM.

Your arms were crossed under your head as you lay on your stomach. You really should sleep, you need to sleep. You have work in the morning, papers to check over and sign, missions to accept, and meetings to go to. But you couldn't, and you wouldn’t. For you and a very infamous avian hero had a very important meeting to attend to yall selves.

Right on cue, a feather-light rhythmic of knocks came to the glass of my balcony doors. My eyes snapped toward the source, excitement stirring in my chest. Without hesitation, I flipped the duvet aside, bare feet padding across the floor as I made my way toward the balcony.

Before my hand came near the curtains of the doors, my eyes once over myself as they caught sight of the body mirror in the corner of my room. 

My hair was styled in two messy twists that draped over my chest. A tank top clung to my skin like a second layer, the fabric stretched thin enough for my nipples to peek through, hardened from the cool air. Cotton shorts, soft and barely covering much, hugged my hips, riding up just enough to leave my ass teasingly exposed.

You and Hawks have been caught up in a secret relationship for what feels like ages—maybe four to six months—though you’ve lost track of time in the thrill of your hidden moments together. It all started when he first spotted you at a lively Hero Gala. The moment his bright golden eyes met yours, something sparked between you two, pulling him in. It wasn’t just your stunning looks that drew him; it was the way you carried yourself with such ease, the sweet sound of your laughter that filled the room, and so much more. From that very first conversation, everything changed, revealing a connection that felt meant to be.

Another light tap tapped against the glass, pulling you from your deep thoughts. You quickly raised your hand, drawing the curtains aside as they slid along the pole that held them up.

A blissful smile painted your facial features in an instant as you met those familiar golden eyes that seemed to glow in the darkness of the night. 

Hawks, your secret love; Hawks.

He was dressed in his hero uniform, his gloved hands pressed against the transparent barrier as he smiled brightly at you. He tilted his cute little head, mimicking a gesture for you to open the door. I hurriedly unlocked the doors and slid them open. Suddenly, he came crashing into you, nearly knocking both of you over.

“Hawks! Baby,” I exclaimed, as he started pampering your face with the gentlest of kisses. Wrapping my arms around his neck I quickly caught myself toppling over. “Stop it, dummy.” I declared but with no real force behind it. He chuckled as his arms, embraced around your waist, hugged tighter. He buried his head in the crook of your neck as he blissfully sighed. The warmth of it sent a chill down my spine.

“Gosh, I missed you.” You could feel a grin creep up his face after he said those words. My smile softened, pulling back so I could gaze into his eyes. “And you know I missed you too, right?” My thumb caressed his cheekbone as I held his face.

“Yeah,” He chuckled, his nose brushing mine “...I’m aware.” he continued, “But do you know one of the things I miss the most?” Hawks raised a thick brow, his smirk never faltering. I smile back as the nose brushing swiftly transitions to our foreheads resting against each other. “What?”

He tilted his head. “When you called me ‘Keigo’.”

My eyes opened from their closed state, drawing back from the embrace as I stared back at him. His chest rumbled as a series of chuckles left him. “Seriously, dove, either you don’t give to shits about my real name or you have a very bad memory.”

 I scoffed as I lightly shoved him, “Well, I swear it’s not the first reason.” I snickered, playfully rolling my eyes, “And it’s not my fault to call you by what everyone else does.” I bit back, “You only just told me your real name a month ago.” I slowly made my way over to my bed, sitting on a leg and the other lazily swung over the edge.

Hawks huffed out of amusement, evoking back on the time he shared his real name to her. Hawks soon shredded his jacket, and immediately I can feel my cheeks burning with an up rising lust. It was almost impossible how amazing -No, that’s an understatement- Incredibly amazing the way his abs looked in the moonlight. And that still was an understatement in my books! The moonlight was complimenting him in the best possible way. It enhanced them, making them look more lickable than any lighting could.

Hawks -who, of course, seen her reaction and what her eyes were focused on- languidly tossed his hero jacket on the back of her desk chair. “My eyes are up here, baby girl.” 

“I know where my eyes are.” I sharply stated.

 Leaning back on my hands as I glance into his golden eyes. “I’m just… taking in some things.” I smile, tilting my head as it rests on my shoulder. “Yeah, you're really soaking it all in, huh?”  He chuckled, making his way over to you on the bed. “Of course, how else do you expect me to react to my handsome boyfriend’s major bod?” I giggled as I said it in a funny tone.

Hawks laughed along, settling down beside me on the mattress. “This seat taken?” he quired as he got comfortable beside me.

I scouted closer, him wrapping his arm around my shoulders. “You know any seats open for you, birdy.” Smiling as I laid my head on his shoulder, soon after Hawks did the same as his was resting on top of mine. We stayed like that for a good minute as we just appreciate each other’s company.

Hawks’s voice soon broke the comfortable silence. “Are you ever gonna actually remember my name?” He asked, feeling the light weight of his head disappear as he turned to me.

My brows furrowed, “ I already call you ‘Hawks’, dummy.” I tilted my head to the side almost innocently.

Hawk blinked.

A smirk creeping up on his face. Tilting his head in an exaggerated mocking way, he pressed further. 

“I mean my real name-”

 “Keigo?”

I made an ‘O’ shape with my lips as I soon understood, the realization coming to me. “Oh! Oh, well. Yeah obviously, I just need to get used to it.” I encouraged, gently elbowing him in his bicep.

Hawks on, the other hand, grinned lopsidedly. Leaning in closer as his gaze stayed on me. His calloused yet soft hands came to intertwine with mine. The warmth of his breath against my ear was deliciously tantalizing.

His lips brushed your lobe as he murmured:

 “Maybe I should engrave it in that pretty little mind of yours…”

 A teasing nibble at your ear.

 “So you’ll never forget it."

A/n: If you enjoyed this then that will encourage me to write a part 2!

Some of these dividers were borrowed from @anitalenia!

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⋆˚⟢ Famously loved. What a tragedy...

[One-Shots] [BNHA Masterlist]

Summary . . . After being invited to a hero's event as an underground hero, you catch the attention of the famous № 2 hero. You have yet to decide if you should reciprocate that interest.

Notes . . . Got inspired to write this by this post. It had a sort of continuation but by the times I found it I already wrote the perfected draft so I just added bits and pieces where I could.

It was late in the evening, maybe like three hours after school hours have finished. You were walking back from your way to work to finally catch a break when you noticed your old teacher from UA. You and Aizawa have kept in contact after you had graduated, but never really had the time to speak casually until today. So now you were sitting on a bench in some random park waiting for Aizawa to return with some coffee to catch up. Only for him to sit and complain with you about his current students now that you were an adult and could understand why he found kids annoying.

“I swear, these stupid kids are going to kill me one of these days…”

You took a sip of your coffee that he ordered for you, scrunching up your nose in disgust before swiftly pouring the rest of the drink in the nearby bushes. “Well you said the same thing about my class yet here you are, still alive” you said casually, remembering how annoyed he used to be with your class and antics that you all pulled off. You turned to look at him only to find him throwing you an annoyed glare, but you just laughed at that.

“Remind me why I even bother keeping contact with you ?”

“Cause I’m your favourite old student ?”

Before Aizawa had the time to object to that, you heard your work phone buzzing in your pocket and took it out, thinking that it was some kind of emergency if they called you after your shift. Reading the email that was sent to you, your eyes widened slightly, and the older man raised an eyebrow at that.

“What is it ?”

You re-read it a second time, making sure that you weren’t imagining it, before you read it out loud to him. “They’re inviting me to… some hero event ? Isn’t this defeating the purpose of me being an underground hero ?” You turned to him dumbfounded, and he just shrugged, sitting back and continuing to drink his coffee.

“They sometimes do that. They see an underground pro with a “Bigger Potential” as they say and try to get them to be more public. It makes them more money, and people consider this as a bit of an ego boost.”

You scoffed, you didn’t know if you should be flattered that they noticed you enough to invite you or insulted that they thought you were the type of person to easily chase after fame. Either way, you shoved your phone back into your pocket and crossed your arms over your chest. Aizawa noticed this and decided that for once he would be openly comforting. “You shouldn’t this an insult, you’re a great hero [Name]. And maybe you should consider going.”

You gave him a deadpan look, thinking that maybe from the last time you two spoke he developed some sense of humour. But by the serious look on his face, you guessed that it wasn’t a poor attempt at a joke.

“Are you kidding me ? You hate the paparazzi”

“But you don’t.” He interjected, “At least not as much as me. And you can always just be present there, talk to so some interviewers see how it all works and then go back to working as an underground hero. It’s not like you’re going to stand out much when the top ten, even twenty heroes are going to be present.”

In hindsight, he was right. Amongst the sea of popular heroes whose interviews people were dying to watch, you wouldn’t stand out like a sore thumb, you would be more like a needle in a haystack in this situation. And to be frank, you were always curious about this sort of events since you didn’t know any public heroes, at least not personally. “Well, I would like to experiment with that but… I would feel out of place. Plus, what am I supposed to do when I’m not talking to interviewers ? Look at a random wall ?”

Aizawa was almost regretting encouraging you into actually going, seeing how nervous you were getting solely at the thought of it, but he sighed and calmed himself down for your sake. “If you really nervous about going alone, I can ask Hizashi to accompany you there since he’s going anyway, I’m sure he wouldn’t mind catching up with an old student while there.”

You were so happy about him taking the extra step to make you confident in accepting the invitation that you almost hugged him, but quickly stopped yourself and simply bowed before you could embarrass yourself, “Thank you, Mr. Aizawa !”

Getting ready for that hero event was more torturous than you had expected at the start, because it felt like a dumb family reunion from your teenage years all over again. You wanted to dress casual because in the invitation there wasn’t even a specific theme that they were going for the event, so you were expected to just show up. But according to your friends that previously watched it on TV from a year ago, this was totally unacceptable, and you had to put extra effort into your appearance. Apparently, the fact that heroes were tired every single day from fighting and keeping Japan safe wasn’t enough of an excuse to be casual for one day, and they had to dress up for a bunch of strangers that they were never going to meet again for the rest of their lives.

So here you were, standing in a dress that you deemed was fancy enough for you to not get judgmental looks from the other guests and some light makeup to hopefully hide your tired face. Even though your friends cheered you on when you showed them your outfit, you still felt something was going to go wrong this night. But you decided to brush it off, blaming it on your nerves. You figured that since you weren’t important for the media anyway, nobody was going to pay you the slightest attention. Taking your bag, you locked the door of your flat behind you and quickly made your way outside, waiting for your ride to arrive.

So here you were, riding along with your two old teachers, Present Mic and Midnight. It felt weird given that unlike Aizawa, you didn’t keep in contact with the two of them after your graduation, yet these two were treating you so casually. You figured it was a way for them to show you that they respected you as a fellow hero or something, but it felt too odd coming from your previous teachers, especially Kayama who kept bugging you about your love life and such, to which you could only respond with fidgeting and a nervous smile. Thankfully you didn’t have to listen to any more of her questions since the three of you finally arrived. The first thing you noticed is the extreme number of paparazzi inside and outside the building, the bright camera flashes almost making it impossible to see properly.

You got out of the car, following suit after the blond man to not get lost and end up alone in the big crowd of unknown people. Last thing you needed was to get stuck chatting with heroes that you had no interest in talking to and having to explain your quirk like ten times in a row to different people. Kayama being herself obviously went off to flirt with someone while Yamada stayed close to you and decided to spend time catching up with you, you guessed it was because Aizawa never actually talked about you or never specifically brought you up.

“So, how’s the hero life treating ya, kid ? Everything you expected from when you graduated, or you’re ready to quit ?”

“Isn’t every job that exists making you feel like you’re ready to quit at some point ?”

You did some more catching up with him, talks about hero work and just life in general after graduating from UA, before eventually it was your tun to be interviewed, and surprisingly you enjoyed it. It wasn’t something that you would want to do every single time, you chose to be an underground hero for a reason after all, but it still felt nice to get some sort of attention. Like people saw you and acknowledge you for what you did because it was right, not because you looked cool while doing it. Even if it didn’t last very long and the interviewer immediately turned his attention to Present Mic and talked about how he was so awesome and in return the hero kept shouting compliments and anecdotes, but you were too busy covering your eras to not become deaf to hear anything he yelled, which was too loud for you even if he didn’t use his quirk.

The next day after the event, you sat on your couch and decided that since it was your day off, you could spend some time watching the interview that you did just for some fun. Everything was how you remembered, you took some time to admire your outfit, before you noticed something that made you a bit flustered: Hawks, the number two hero Hawks, passing by you and staring at you, like full on eye fucking you. You sat there for a couple of seconds before telling yourself that he was probably staring at someone else. He couldn’t possibly be staring at you, what kind of reputation he would have if he would just stare at random pro heroes that were only invited on a whim.

Then out of curiosity, you decided to watch his interviews. Everything was normal, some questions about his work, fans, etc… Until you pass somewhere behind him, the camera focusing on him barely catching your silhouette as he turns to yet again stare at you, less openly this time. Then he’s turning back to the camera, and you swear to God you can pass out from his words. “Damn, who is that ?” The way he’s saying it, plus how you can clearly see his face turning slightly red, has your brain short-circuiting and making you hide our face in a pillow like a teenager who got a confession from their crush.

But after some thinking about it, you sit up and now, you’re actually feeling annoyed. If you had just been interviewed, then people would probably forget about you in a week or so. But this is the № 2 hero we’re talking about, people will be gossiping about it for months, maybe even call out to you on the streets, with paparazzi spreading any sort of gossip to make money out of it. And the crazy fangirls, you weren’t ready to wake up to death threats by fanatics that somehow found your private account and thought that Hawks was their boyfriend.

Before you could get angrier about the situation, you heard your personal phone ring and quickly put it on speaker. On the other line, you heard your friend yelling out your name like it was the end of the world or something, which honestly, it felt really fitting to you.

“Did you watch Hawk’s interview from last night ? Dude, he is so into you !”

You could only let out a groan in response to that, sliding from your couch on the floor and hiding your face in your hands. “My life as an underground hero is ruined. Why did I ever decide to go there…”

“Aren’t you a little proud that Hawks of all people thought you are hot ? I mean that’s kind of an accomplishment.”

“I already knew that. I didn’t need someone to say it on national TV” You could only hear a bark of laughter from the other line “Well anyway, I’m sure that something else will pop up and people will quickly forget about Hawks crush, or whatever the media will call it.”

They, in fact, did not forget about Hawks crush on you. And yes, that’s how they called it. For the past week, you had been bombarded with paparazzi, and people from talk shows. They kept inviting you to talk about the situation and your feelings towards the № 2 flirty remarks and questioning about your relationship with him, as if you had any to begin with. His fans who theorised online if the two of you were secretly dating and were just putting on a show for everyone, as if. And just as you had expected, his fangirls were going crazy over this, threatening you to stay away from him. You almost wanted to fake a confession just to see who was willing to find you and murder you in your own home so that Hawks would feel guilty about his comments. But you decided that your intrusive thoughts were best kept inside your brain.

Even villains begin to recognise you, and it especially felt humiliating when you were about to arrest them and all they cared about is if the rumours were true, followed by your teammates' laughter. Hell, even Hawks was pouring salt on the wound. Of all the things that he could have answered when talking in another interview when they brought up the clip of him looking at you and what was your relationship, he responded “If I’m lucky, my future spouse”. The only thing that filled your thoughts at that moment is how you wanted to rip off his swings so that he would finally stop smiling. And again, you decided to keep your intrusive thoughts to yourself.

This had been exhausting to say the least, to the point where you were asked to take a break by every single one of your friends because of how… not mentally okay you looked. It’s not like they were wrong; you kept beating yourself up from every single failed mission because instead of stealthy defeating a villain, your hero name was screamed and shouted at you, making you lose your concentration. It left you wondering how others put on a show when fighting. Lucky for you, you didn’t have to wonder more because some big scandal about Mountain Lady got out, and you were quickly forgotten and were able to come back to that quiet life. Even if some articles about the subject would pop up, people mostly just ignored it and shrugged it off as Hawks being his usual flirt. Which, all things considered, was kind of true, so you didn’t have to worry about him remembering you either if someday your unluckiness forced you to meet him.

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“I jinxed it, didn't I…?”

It was a couple of days after the scandal with Mountain Lady. You were leaning on the side of a building, munching on whatever dessert you had ordered, the fancy name that it was given already forgotten. When suddenly, you noticed a pair of red wings out of the corner of your eye. That alone was enough for you to start feeling a mix of annoyance and anxiety slowly building up, and that only worsened when he spoke.:

“Heeeey, you’re that sexy underground pro I saw last time. How you doing hot stuff ?”

Currently, your mind was torn between wanting to leave multiple stab wounds over his whole body or making him leave multiple love bites over yours. You knew the guy was handsome, but dammit, seeing him in real life and to top it off in casual clothing was doing something to your body and mind. “So that’s why people say that cameras don’t do him justice. Noted…”

“You birdbrain had managed to ruin my entire image in just two interviews, which by the way I don’t know if you care enough, was not supposed to exist at all. You know how many people called out to me while I was on a mission, and even more had asked me if we were a thing ! And what the hell were you thinking by basically telling people that you wanted to marry me someday ?!” You whisper yelled at him, but apparently your anger towards the man in front of you was doing nothing but amuse him in response.

“Well, what were you thinking when you decided to go there ? That’s a public event songbird; people were bound to notice you. Plus…” He leaned closer to you, hands casually resting inside his pockets as he looked down at you with a smug grin. “By the way your cheeks are burning up, I have a good guess that it’s not because you’re angry. So I feel like you enjoy my attention.”

You could’ve answered with a snarky comment; you could’ve acted aggressive towards like you did all this time when you thought about confronting him, you could’ve just glared at him to not give him any satisfaction of being right about your feelings. Instead, your face got even more red than it already was, and you just sprinted off before he could another embarrassing comment about your state. And Hawks couldn’t do anything but stare in amusement as you got further away from him. He had expected you to react like this, but he was not ready to how much he would enjoy this “cute…” He thought to himself, before entering the coffee shop like he initially planned.

After that incident, you thought that you wouldn’t have to see the winged hero again, since you basically stalked all of his accounts to know where not to go when you weren’t on hero duty. But fate had yet again decided to go against your wishes, since not even two days after that, you bumped into each other again, in a less-than-ideal moment at that.

Hawks was busy chasing a mutant type of villain that no one could catch because he kept liquefying his body, when he got into a building. He chased after him, settling for a run since his wings didn’t have enough room to spread properly and let him fly. But before Hawks could do anything, the villain grabbed a civilian that was passing by, pressing a knife against their throat so that Hawks would have no other choice but to let him go. The civilian in question was you, just coming back from grocery shopping with now facing the winged hero as he thought about a solution to not get you killed in the process of arresting this guy.

To put it simply, the situation annoyed you. You were exhausted from hero work, and the only thing you wanted to do right now was go back home to satisfy your hunger with the meal that you had just bought. And you were not going to wait for that birdbrain to come up with a plan while you were at the brink of death only because he was useless at the moment. So, you grabbed hold of the knife along with the shoulder of the villain and threw him over you with full force. You looked down on him, an unimpressed look on your face. “Before taking a hostage make sure they’re not a hero, or don’t do martial arts” You glanced at your now bleeding hand that was holding the knife, sighing at the fact that you would have to clean the floor afterwards to not scare your neighbours.

Hawks didn’t waste any time to cuff the villain, and immediately after checking on you, “I’m so sorry for this. Let me help you clean your-” You cut him off by showing your now completely healed hand, as if the incident had never happened, minus the little scare that would also disappear with time. “Fast healing. Don’t worry about it” He stared dumbfounded at your hand, before eventually regaining his composure and going back to his cheerful persona, a satisfied grin on his face.

“Well, I’m glad you’re okay… And I really am sorry.”

You raised an eyebrow, shoving your hands into your pockets. “For making me almost die or the interview ?”

“Whatever you choose, songbird”

You scoffed, watching as he descended the stairs to finally leave. You leaned against the railings, looking down at him as he made his way down before shouting “If you feel sorry for the latter, you can always invite me to dinner !”

He looked up, a smirk on his face as he considered your offer before replying in a very enthusiastic manner, “Be ready tomorrow at ten. Casual.”

And with that, he finally left. You pushed yourself up, walking towards your door as you picked up your groceries, humming to yourself.

“Should have invited him inside maybe…? Nah, then the poor villain would be stuck listening.”

Guys, please help me out when I say this. How the actual heck do I start off a smut oneshot⁉ I want to write my first one so badly 😭🙏 BUT I DON'T KNOW HOW TO START IT, like i have a really good idea on how to write one... I JUST DON'T KNOW HOW TO START THE DANG THING. So, please assist me😅

I'll forever be grateful that we got this purple hued sky in this fight

This episode is already special to me, but this lightning gives it that nostalgic dream-like vibe that I LIVE FOR

Reminds me of those aesthetic anime pinterest pics lol

Hawks literally achieved his childhood dream in this episode by meeting his hero and helping him protect everyone.

Now he appears with his hero in that same TV he used to look at when he was young while everyone else watches.

nostalgic and dreamy is definitely the right vibe.

PREACH

a reminder to all writers out there, you’re a human, not a machine

it’s okay to be frustrated with your works

it’s okay to be exhausted

it’s okay to have a writer’s block

it’s okay to just want to take a break for a while

it’s okay if some days you can only write one paragraph

it’s okay if some days you can only write a sentence or two

it’s okay if some days you can’t write at all

every single writer has gone through all of these challenges, but the thing is that it passes. none of these struggles last forever. so be kind to yourself. you’re doing fine, I promise.

"Sing to me"

A/n: This is just for fun so don't come at me; don't any of y'all take any of my post either!❤︎

CW: This is in the context of my Mha Oc "Crimson/Iris Hayashi"; short angst story

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The night was heavy, thick with the scent of rain and blood. The sirens in the distance weren’t close enough—weren’t fast enough.

Crimson sat on the cold pavement, knees scraped, uniform torn, but none of that mattered. Not when Hawks—Keigo—was in her arms, bleeding too much, breathing too shallowly.

His wings were wrecked, feathers matted with red, and his golden eyes, usually sharp and full of mischief, were unfocused. There was no cocky grin, no teasing remark. Just pain.

Iris swallowed hard, pressing a hand against the wound in his side. “Keigo, stay with me.”

He exhaled, slow and shaky, his fingers weakly grasping at her wrist. “I’m here,” he murmured, but his voice was barely above a whisper.

She could feel him slipping, his warmth fading.

No. No, no, no.

Her vision blurred.

He blinked up at her, searching for something—reassurance, comfort, her.

Then, in the quietest voice, almost embarrassed, he asked, “…Sing to me?”

Iris’s breath caught in her throat.

She had only ever sung for him in moments of peace—soft hums while lying in bed, quiet melodies when he couldn’t sleep. But this—this—was different.

Her voice shook as she whispered, “You’re gonna be okay, baby.”

Keigo huffed something like a laugh. “Yeah… I know but...?” His grasp on her wrist wearingly tightened. "I need to hear that gorgeous voice of yours, dove."

A lump formed in her throat, but she nodded. She cradled him closer, her fingers brushing through his messy, blood-damp hair, and with a deep, trembling breath, she started to sing.

Her voice was raw but beautiful, carrying a warmth even the cold rain couldn’t steal away.

The song was something soft, something slow—one he had heard from her before, late at night when everything was still.

Keigo sighed against her, his body relaxing slightly, his grip on her wrist loosening—but not letting go.

“Pretty…” he mumbled, eyes slipping closed. “Knew I’d be in love with you the first time I heard you sing…”

Tears burned her eyes.

“You’re just saying that,” she whispered through a shaky breath, pressing her forehead against his. A tear slipping from her swollen eyes and on to his cheek.

He smiled weakly. “Hell no, you got the prettiest voice.” His eyes squinted slightly open, "matches your face..."

She let out a snort, voice cracking as she kept singing, even as the sirens grew closer, even as the rain kept falling.

She would keep singing.

Because as long as she did—he was still here.

Hope you enjoyed this! If you have any requests don't be shy! Also, if you want, I can write a little about my Mha Oc and her background 👀

Every black girl is so pretty

*reblog if you agree*

You can never convince me that Hawks doesn't gives off Cinnamon Toast Crunch energy. It’s got that perfect balance of sweetness and crunch, and let’s be real—he’d probably love the cinnamon-sugar milk left at the end. Plus, it’s a little bit indulgent but still light, just like his personality.

That being said, I could also see him grabbing something simple like Honey Nut Cheerios if he’s trying to act like he makes “healthier” choices… but he totally snacks on Cinnamon Toast Crunch straight out of the box when no one’s looking.

Some K. Takami Headcanonsᯓ★

꩜A/n: this is just for fun! So no hate towards me pls, for this is my first post.

꩜ Cw: non-NSFW; I used my Bnha OC "Iris Hayashi", so if your wondering who that is, that's who.

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Personality & Habits

- Despite his laid-back demeanor, he's constantly observing everything around him—his brain never truly shuts off, even when he looks relaxed.

- He’s a really fast eater. Not because he’s rude, but because he’s always been used to eating on the go. Iris probably has to remind him to slow down.

- He sleeps in weird positions, sometimes with his wings sprawled out awkwardly. He’s the type to wake up tangled in his blankets.

- He hates being cold. His body runs naturally warm, but if he gets even a little chilly, he complains about it and immediately seeks out warmth (like clinging to Iris).

- He talks with his hands a lot and sometimes forgets his feathers move along with them, which can be really distracting in a conversation.

- He’s surprisingly good at card games and has an excellent poker face. You’d never catch him slipping in a game of bluff.

- Despite being fast, he has a habit of showing up late to casual things. He’s always on time for missions, but if it’s something like a dinner plan, expect him to be at least five minutes late—and with an excuse.

- When he’s exhausted, his voice gets really raspy, almost to the point where it’s unrecognizable.

Hobbies & Interests

- He actually enjoys reading, but he prefers books with short chapters so he can take breaks between missions without losing track of the story.

- He has a soft spot for older, classic anime. He doesn’t have time to binge-watch shows, so he’ll watch one or two episodes when he can.

- He enjoys cooking but hates baking—too many precise measurements. He’d rather eyeball things.

- He’s good at darts. Insanely good. Almost unfairly good.

- Loves music, especially anything upbeat or relaxing. If Iris is into music too, he’ll love sharing earbuds and swapping playlists with her.

- He actually likes drawing but never takes it seriously. His sketches are mostly silly little doodles of things he finds funny.

- He has a secret love for really dumb conspiracy theories. He doesn’t believe them, but he finds them hilarious. He’ll absolutely bring up some wild theory just to see Iris’s reaction.

- Loves being outside but hates bugs. If one gets caught in his feathers, you’ll hear about it.

Relationship & Affection

- He’s naturally flirty, but when he’s truly in love (like with Iris), he dials it back in public because he doesn’t feel the need to overdo it. His affection becomes more intimate, quiet, and sincere.

- He remembers everything about the people he cares about. Even small, seemingly insignificant details.

- Physical affection is second nature to him. He’s the type to reach for Iris without thinking, whether it’s holding her hand, resting his chin on her head, or wrapping a wing around her.

- He loves forehead kisses and will do them casually, just because.

- If he’s jealous, he won’t make a scene, but he will get a little passive-aggressive in the most Hawks way possible—sarcastic comments, extra clinginess, or flexing his speed just to remind everyone who she belongs to.

- He loves being babied in private. If Iris plays with his hair, kisses his forehead, or calls him soft pet names, he melts. He won’t admit how much he loves it, though.

- He’s a light sleeper, but if Iris is next to him, he sleeps a lot better. If she moves around too much (which she does), he just pulls her closer instead of letting her roll away.

Miscellaneous

- He has selective hearing. If it’s boring paperwork talk, he tunes out, but if Iris mumbles something cute under her breath, he hears it.

- He has surprisingly neat handwriting for someone who moves so fast all the time.

- He definitely steals fries off Iris’s plate like it’s a given right.

- His wings react to his emotions involuntarily. If he’s embarrassed, they puff up slightly. If he’s annoyed, they flick. If he’s happy, they give little excited twitches.

- He absolutely sneaks into Iris’s house if she forgets to lock the door (which she does).

- He has so many sunglasses. Not because he needs them, but because they make him feel cool.

- He’s terrible at sitting still. If he’s forced to stay in one place too long, expect him to start messing with his feathers, tapping his foot, or leaning into Iris just to stay occupied.

- He lowkey wants a pet bird but worries it would feel like adopting a distant cousin.

- He doesn’t mind storms, but thunder sometimes makes his feathers bristle if it’s too sudden.

- If he sees Iris wearing his jacket or using his wings as a blanket, he immediately enters smug boyfriend mode.

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꩜A/n: Hope you enjoyed this post! If you did obviously, please like 🙏 And ask if you want more, or if I should continue posting.