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dumbass-mha-simp · 4 years

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Hawks x Reader

This is very self indulgent tbh. Mostly gender neutral but does mention make up. Also the reader has mega family trauma cuz same.

Warnings: mentions of food, alcohol, reader is drunk but keigo is vv respectful & doesn't try anything, reader doesn't talk to their family, past family abuse, reader is kinda mean to him at first

I wrote this at like 4am and my phone is wonky and keeps autocorrecting "you" to "he" for no reason but i did like one quick pass through before posting so hopefully it's good enough, this is probably one of the first times I've actually published my fanfiction so hopefully it ain't shit,

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For the last couple months you've been teasing him. Practically any other girl in your position would swoon in your position. But where's the fun in letting him get what he wants so quick?

Pro Hero Hawks, had seemingly everyone wrapped around his finger. With eyes pierced in deep gold and, blazing, ruby red wings, it's hard for anyone to not be attracted to him.

You stood in the back corner of a "special hero party," trying to discern if you should sneak out and do anything more interesting than standing with a bunch of other heros.

"Hello there, beautiful." A thick and sweet voice called as you turned your head to them. "Looking lonely all alone back here, let me join?" Hawks, the number two hero was offering to stand with you. Staying it is I suppose.

"I admire your work, you're really dedicated kid. I like watching your stuff." He says taking a slow sip of his drink.

"You? You watch me?" The disbelief of it rung through in sarcasm. How were you to expect someone like him watched your work. You continued sipping from your drink, even if it was a boring party there was free fancy alcohol and that's all a hero could ever need.

"I wanna see more of you, and not just on the screen or anything. I want to get to know you, you know, maybe take you out a bit, hottie." He uses his middle finger to gently lift your chin up.

"And why do you think I'd immediately just accept some date from a guy I've never even talked to?" You dryly laugh out taking another sip.

"C'mon pretty thing, you know me. Your friendly neighborhood Hawks. The hottest, and most loved person you'll ever meet."

"Ah that's what you are, the hot, amazing, charming, hero to any and all." You scoffed

"The one and only."

You spent the rest of the night either playing hard to get, or annoyed at him. You couldn't exactly tell.

This carried on for months, every event you attended, he was right there on your heels like an abandoned, clingy puppy. He's even started patrolling with you.

"Say when are you gonna quit and just accept a date dollie?" He charmed up behind you.

"I'm at work, Hawks." Your boots cracked on the wet pavement as the last bits of rain desperately clung to the air.

"Why do you play so hard to get?" He questioned in a more serious tone. He was genuinely curious about you. "Most people would kill to have me begging for them, let alone after giving me to cold shoulder so many times." You could hear the upturn in his lips as he spoke.

"Why do you happen to find me the one person worth going for?" You retorted back.

"You interest me. There's very few people I'm genuinely curious about, but one of them's you, kid." He looked up into your eyes from the street. Something you'd never thought you'd see in Hawks' eyes was sincerity over such a topic. He genuinely wanted to know you.

".........Let's just say letting people in isn't my forte." You say quickly but with a slight hint of pain. You begin to walk off again and he doesn't question. He doesn't push you to tell him why. But you could see the way he processes your words on his face.

A bar, on a Thursday night, alone. How pathetic of you. Luckily you had no work tomorrow, a big mission the week before let them cut a couple weekends longer. As you downed your refill you questioned how many you've had.

"How long have I been here?" You whispered slightly to yourself before bringing it to your lips.

The warm rush reflow through your body as you let yourself fall to it. The bartender looked at you from the corner of his eye.

"I'm cutting you off for the night." He looks earnestly at you.

"Now that's not very nice there." You laugh back at him.

You pull out your phone and attempt to call some friends but lucky enough for you, you chose a night they were all at work to recklessly get drunk in the middle of the city. The only other contact you could think of was Hawks.

There's no way he'll pick up. He's gotta be busy. I could find literally anyone else to do it. You mutter in your brain as you go into his contact and start a call.

It rings twice before his voice calls out to you. "Hey this is hawks. ... (Y/h/n), are you there?"

Okay act cool and sober. "Heeeeyyy bird." Shit.

You could practically feel his shit eating grin across the phone. "You in need of a hero babe?"

"Can you please pick me up?" A whine took over your voice. You hated being drunk in front of people like him. That soft affectionate side seems to burst its way out when the alcohol takes control.

"Tell me where you are birdie." He said as you heard some ruffling. "(Bar name idk)." You rough out tiredly.

"Be right there angel." He called before hanging up.

You put the phone down on the counter and groaned. Why him? You try so hard to make sure you don't fall for people. They always end up like the last. You feel like they stop caring once they really meet you. Like they don't want the cake after the first bite.

Used, alone, and forgotten. It's a stabbing feeling that your used to. A feeling of burning heaviness in your stomach.

You sit slumped down onto the bar contemplating your feelings for the winged hero for awhile. Why can't emotions just be controlled?

"Hey-o!" You heard a voice from behind you break through the thoughts corrupting your mind. Hawks smiled and thanked the bartender before reaching his arms around you and helping you off the stool.

I didn't know he could be so gentle..

He walked you out the door and held your arms softly, but supportedly as he looked you in the face. "I'm gonna fly us okay? Don't wriggle to much." With that he picks you up and starts beating his wings.

"Hawks?" You call slurred and quiet.

"Yeah, kid?" He glances down at you with a light smile.

"What's your real name?"

"Well why would I tell you that when you refuse to tell me yours so often?" He chuckled.

"(Y/n) (y/l/n)"

"W..what?"

"My name. It's (Y/n) (y/l/n)." You replied back.

You could see the confusion of your open demeanor. But there was something else in his eyes. Something you couldn't put your finger on.

"Soooooooo....." you trailed off with a smile.

"Keigo Takami." He chortled at your ridiculous smile.

"That's a lot prettier than I thought it would be." You stared into his face. How could anyone not find him attractive. The perfect mix of facial hair, jawline, that dumb grin that was insanely attractive, those eyes that were the perfect gold.

"You're gorgeous, Keigo." You whisper more to yourself than him.

"And you apparently drank a lot more than I suspected." He tried to brush off but you could feel a bit more heat from his face.

"Here it is." He lands gingerly and places you down on the ground, wrapping his arm under your shoulder and holding onto the small of your back. "Let's get you in bed."

"Have you eaten today?" He calls after setting you on the couch and going to the kitchen to get you some water. You shake your head and he looks a little concerned but doesn't push it. He hasn't either so late take out it is.

"What do you want?" He looks to you above the old paper menu he has saved from a place not to far from here. "Cuddles." You pout looking through your phone.

"I meant for dinner (y/n)." He laughs at you. "Oooh that makes sense." You laugh too, "anything with noodles and shrimp, I reaaaaally like shrimp." You smile at him wholesomely as he looks at you with the same missing thing as earlier in his eyes.

He orders for the both of you then takes you to the bathroom and sits you on the counter with your bag. "Makeup remover?" He asked placing your bag on your lap. You pull out some individual wipes as he gentle pulls them from your fingers and moves the bag to the side.

He softly wipes at your face as you close your eyes and focus on the feeling of his hands. After wiping the makeup off he wipes down your face with water to make sure there's no remover left either.

"Beautiful. Now do you want to go watch something while we wait for the food?"

His eyes gleamed at you and it filled you with that feeling of admiration. He was being so considerate and kind. Nothing like you imagined. You were safe. Safe here with him by your side.

You placed a kiss to his cheek.

"(Y/nn)," he closed his eyes softly taking in the tingle of where your lips pressed. "You're drunk off your ass, baby. Lets get you fed and in bed, dear." You nod tiredly as he pulls you down from the counter.

You sit back down on his couch as he answers the door and takes the food. "Someone order shrimp?"

"Oooo!" You clap your hands rapidly and look to him excitedly. He giggles at you and hands you the food.

You sit and eat together. Talking about whatever comes to mind first and building on from wherever it wandered.

"So, what's your family like?" He asked innocently enough. "Eh." You brushed off. A subject you never liked was family.

"I get that." He tried to laugh but it seemed forced. "I was born with two parents and couldn't get a single one to even care about me." You laughed to him.

"Do you talk to them?" He looks like he wants your answer. Like he cares about what you say.

"I try not to. I cut them off when I was a teen, everyone blamed it on me being a dumb rebellious kid. No one ever tried to see what happened in those walls." You trailed off.

"Were you hurt?" He tilts his head as concern covers his features. "That's an understatement." You force a smile back at him and take a bite.

"I...I think I kinda understand what you feel in a way." You meet his eyes as they lazily traveled to the floor. His thoughts stiring from behind his pupils.

"No parent buddies?" You put out your hand for a fist bump. He laughs and fist bumps you, "Yeah, no parent buddies."

You lean a bit closer to him. "I'm sorry you were hurt. They didn't deserve the control they had over you." You went a bit more serious as you draw your eyes up to him.

"Im sorry for you too." He breathed out to you. "Now let's get you in bed." A smile took over as he moved your empty food package onto the table and picked you up.

"PUT ME DOWN KEIGO!" You laugh and softly hit your hands against him. He laughs with you then throws you onto the bed.

"Why am I on the bed?" You frown. "Why wouldn't you be?" He looks as he places your water on the night stand next to you.

"It's your bed."

"And I get to choose who sleeps in it."

He places a feather-light kiss on your temples then goes to the door.

"Keigo-" he turns, "cuddle me?"

"I'll clean up and be back here soon okay?" He smiles at you. "Okay"

After twenty minutes of struggling to keep yourself up you feel a weight press into the mattress, keeping some distance.

You roll up next to him and wrap yourself around him.

"Sweet dreams Keigo."

"Goodnight, (y/n)."

And there he was when you woke up. Right beside you. After awhile you got used to seeing his face when you woke up. Always being able to see the look in his eyes you tried so hard to put your finger on. The lovestruck stupid he was for you.

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polysandershell · 7 years

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Make Note (Sharpies) Part 1

Heeeeyyy, look at this. I actually wrote this thing! The post with all my ideas is here and this may, or may not be me projecting just a bit. I’m not too proud of some of this, but I’m excited to write the rest.

I’m gonna go ahead and tag @prinxietyhell @prplzorua and @mira-jadeamethyst because you seemed interested. What on/off the tag list? Let me know!

Pairings: none, eventual poly sanders/ LAMP

Summary: Anxiety writes on himself in sharpies in order to cope with the problems he has. He’s been doing this for years, using colors to represent each of the others and writing fake notes from them all. What happens when the others notice?

Chapter Warnings: Angst, self-hate, Implied panic attack. Anything need tagged? Message me!

Logic was the first to notice. This made sense when you took into account the fact that after their debate they had begun hanging out more often.

They had been in Logan’s room each reading their own books. Anxiety had been sitting on top of Logan’s desk, “because he could” when he slipped off. He hissed in pain and knew that his elbows were bleeding from where he caught himself.

“Take off your jacket,” Logan said, fetching the first aid kit he kept in his room.

“W-what?”

“Take off your jacket. You landed pretty harshly on your arms and based on the pained noise you made. You most likely injured yourself. I will check you over and patch you up. Perhaps now you will listen to me when I say not to sit on something.”

Anxiety slowly complied, looking down when the sharpie on his arms was exposed. Logic took note of what each part said, but didn’t mention it. He just bandaged Anxiety’s arms and they went back to their reading.

~*~*~

Thomas was the next to see. It was an extremely hot day that nothing seemed to help cool them down. Unfortunately for Anxiety this also happened to be the day he had chosen to stay out of the mindscape and sit in Thomas’ living room.

“I can tell you’re sweating,” Thomas said. “Why don’t you take off your jacket?”

Anxiety tugged on his sleeves and shrugged not meeting Thomas’ eyes. “Anx, I’m not going to judge you, or anything,” Thomas said. “I mean you’re part of me. There’s nothing to worry about.”

Anxiety didn’t respond at first, internally fighting himself. Finally, he sighed and looked his host in the eye. “Promise?”

Thomas looked Anxiety right back in the eye, nodded and smiled. “Of course, there’s no reason for me to judge a part of myself.” At that Anxiety sighed and slowly removed his jacket. To Thomas’ surprise, the thing that Anxiety seemed to be hiding was some scattered notes in sharpies on his arms. “Are these what you were afraid I’d judge you about?” Thomas asked, attempting to read what was on his negative facets arms.

Anxiety flinched and crossed his arms to cover the maker. “Yes, now stop trying to read them.”

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.” and with that apology from Thomas, they were both back to doing their own things.

~*~*~

The next time someone found out, Anxiety was having a Bad Day™. Well, it was more a series of Bad Days™ that had been going on for about a week. That’s why when Morality went to check on him and found him passed out on a pile of soft things (pillows, blankets, stuffed animals, etc.) he wasn’t surprised. What did surprise him though was the fact that Anxiety was missing both a shirt and his jacket and his entire torso seemed to be covered in sharpie. Slowly moving closer Morality was able to read some of the messages written. They were written in four different colors, each seeming to have its own voice. It wasn’t until he read a light blue message with the word “kiddo” in it that he realized that each color represented a side or in the case of purple their host himself.

“Are things really so bad you have to write messages from each of us to yourself?” Morality asked quietly, knowing he wouldn’t get an answer. He then gently covered Anxiety with a blanket and left the room, gently closing the door behind himself.

~*~*~

Prince was the last to find out, but the way he handled it led to Anxiety shutting everyone out for awhile. Everyone had just finished a video and had walked into the commons. Anxiety had left earlier than the others so he was already in there. They found him curled in his chair scribbling on his arm, muttering to himself. Morality and Logic made eye-contact, silently agreeing not to talk to Anxiety about it quite yet.

“Anxiety? What are you doing? Are you okay?” Unfortunately, Roman wasn’t in on this plan.

Anxiety froze, seemingly not even breathing. Logic and Morality stopped moving as well until Logic broke the sudden silence. “You don’t have to answer that Anx. It is entirely up to you if he knows.”

Slowly Anxiety looked up at the three, though he seemed to be looking through them. They could see that he was crying then. Suddenly, Anxiety bolted past them and his door slammed behind him.

“Roman, for future reference, we don’t ask about the sharpie. Based on my observations I would guess that he uses it as a coping mechanism,” Logic said.

“Yeah, kiddo. He doesn’t want us to know about it yet, so we should respect that,�� Morality followed.

Roman looked down, seeming a little embarrassed. “I didn’t mean to upset him...”

~*~*~

After they had gotten Anxiety to open back up to them, they decided a movie night was in order. They went to Thomas and set it up to include everyone. To say that Anxiety was surprised when Morality, Logic, and Prince showed up at his door to invite them to a movie night with Thomas, would be an understatement. Normally when the trio had movie nights he wasn’t invited, so to be invited directly by all three of them? It was startling.

“You guys know you don’t have to invite me if you don’t want me there right? In fact, I would prefer you didn’t...” Anxiety grumbled. Their faces fell a bit from their previous hopeful looks.

“We do want you there, Anx. Thomas wants you there too.”

Anxiety scoffs, “Thomas never wants me there. No one does.” He then looks down, tugging on his sleeves. “Don’t worry though. I get it. I wouldn’t want me there either...”

Their faces flooded with sympathy before Prince’s hardened. He quickly and suddenly advanced on Anxiety. Without giving the other a chance to respond, he picked the younger up, causing him to release a squawk.

“Hey! Put me down!” Anxiety shrieked, hitting Prince in the back in an effort to be released.

“Nope. You’re coming to movie night.” Prince responded already leaving Anxiety’s room and heading for the commons. Logic and Morality followed closely behind.

“I don’t even want to come to your stupid movie night!”

“That’s not true Anx, and we both know it. I’m sorry we never invited you in the past.”

This statement caused Anxiety to go lax in Roman’s arms. After a few moments of tense silence Anxiety finally said, “What movies are we watching?”

“You’ll see!” Morality said with a teasing smile. Almost immediately after this was said, they were all being summoned.

“Oh! You got him to agree?” Thomas said, actually seeming happy to see Anxiety for once.

“More like they emo-napped me. Will you put me down now? I’m not gonna run.”

“Hmm... I’ll think about it.”

“It would be quite difficult for Anxiety to watch the movies from that position on your shoulder.”

“I suppose you’re right Lo. Guess I have to put him down.” Prince said before placing Anxiety in the middle of the couch, beside Morality where he had already sat down. When Anx immediately attempted to scramble away Morality pulled him into a hug, not letting him move away. “Thought you weren’t going to run?” Prince asked teasingly.

“I just wanted to sit by the arm of the couch...” came the muffled response from where Anx’s face was pressed into Morality’s shoulder. As soon as Patton had pulled him into the hug, Anxiety had melted. Tentatively he hugged Patton back and buried his face in the other’s shoulder, his blush luckily being hidden beneath his foundation. Because he had his face hidden in the eldest's shoulder he didn’t see the surprised looks that the others shared. Logan then draped a blanket, that he must have grabbed before they were summoned, over Anxiety and Patton before sitting on Patton’s other side.

Roman was the next to sit down, on Anxiety’s other side taking a blanket from the pile in front of the couch. “We’re gonna be watching some horror movies. Hope that’s alright with you Anxiety!” Thomas said, getting the first movie set up.

This caused Anxiety to actually look at Thomas, confused. “But it’s-”

“Not Halloween time. I know, it’s just what we decided to watch this time.”

“Why would you choose to watch them? None of you like horror movies!”

“You like them,” Thomas said simply, before starting the first movie, Orphan. As the movie started Thomas curled up in the pile of bedding in front of the couch and his sides.

~*~*~

About half-way through the movie Anxiety had had enough of everyone obviously not having a good time with the movie and he grabbed the remote (he wasn’t going to force them to watch movies they didn’t want to. It was bad enough for him that he was even there with them). pausing the movie. “All of you are obviously not enjoying this, so why pick these?”

“I already told you. You enjoy horror movies so we decided to watch them with you.”

“I’m not enjoying it because I know none you are enjoying it. Now put on some Disney movies.”

“But-”

“Nope, no arguing. You said you were doing this for me, which I still don’t understand, but if any of us are going to have a nice time we’re gonna put on something all of us can enjoy.”

With that Anxiety got up and changed the movie to Mulan. After the movie was in and started he returned to the couch and settled back in between Patton and Roman feeling more relaxed than he had in quite some time.

~*~*~

Sometime during the third movie (Lion King) Anxiety had begun to doze off. He had cuddled into Morality (though he’d never admit that’s what it was) part way through Mulan and his lack of sleep was starting to catch up to him. Morality had also begun to run his fingers through Anxiety’s hair at some point, relaxing him further.

“You can fall asleep if you want,” Morality whispered to him. “We’re not going to judge, we know you don’t get enough sleep.”

Finally, after being told this he let himself relax into sleep, trusting the others wouldn’t let anything happen to him.

~*~*~

For the first time in probably ever, Anxiety woke slowly. There was a comforting weight on part of him and everything was a pleasant warmth. Slowly he opened his eyes and realized that he was still in the living room, the menu for a Disney movie playing the TV. The weight on him he realized was Roman, who must have fallen asleep on him sometime the previous night. He was also curled up and leaning against Patton.

Once he was awake, however, he realized he had a problem. Roman laying on his legs was cutting off the circulation in them, but there was no way for Anxiety to move without waking the Prince (As much as they didn’t along, Roman could be an absolute terror without his “beauty sleep”. Plus, y’know, anxiety~.) After several minutes of just trying to wait it out, Anxiety knew he was going to have to just move and hope for the best.

So, as slowly and gently as possible he moved Roman so he could stand up and the other was laying on Patton instead. By some miracle, he managed to succeed, with the other only stirring a few times, but never fully waking up.

Once Anxiety was standing and he had shaken the numbness from his limbs he looked at everyone. Logan had also fallen asleep on Patton and Thomas had passed out in his pile of bedding. That was when his stomach growled.

Might as well just go make myself food he thought to himself and headed out into the quietly so he didn’t wake the others. Maybe if I make everyone breakfast they’ll want to invite me to one of these again... With that thought Anxiety pulled out pancake mix, setting himself up to make everyone food.

After getting out the materials he’d need he started rolling up his sleeves so he wouldn’t spill anything on them by accident. Something caught his however when he did this, and shock caused him to drop the bowl he was holding. When the bowl hit the ground it shattered and Anxiety let out a little shriek.

Almost immediately there were footsteps coming his way. “Anxiety? What happened?” came a groggy voice from the doorway. Anxiety glanced up and through his tears, he saw the unmistakable form of Logan.

“i-i... S-sorry! Sorry! I-I-- s-sorry,” was all Anxiety could manage to get out. Wow, way to fuck up... There was no way Anxiety was going to be able to face the others when he had so many so many conflicting emotions running through him. So, he sank out and immediately went to his room, letting the tears fall.

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