#but I drew this as just Hawks annoying Endeavor so

[starsanatomy]

Wanted to try out a new artstyle

[haleigh-sloth]

I’ve seen a few people on Twitter say that what Shigaraki touches is supposedly Dabi’s blood. And because of that he sounds concerned when he says “Dabi”. (Also, cuz it’s the only reaction we get from Shigaraki this chapter). But idk, I don’t think it’s Dabi’s blood? Wouldn’t it be the remnants of the goo teleportation? Like, it’d make more sense for it to be the goo, right? They came straight out of it not even a minute ago. I think Shigaraki was sensing something within the ground and was just calling out Dabi’s name to warn him or something. But idk tbh, it’s hard to tell if it’s blood or goo. And the amount of people saying that they don’t see Dabi surviving doesn’t help either (it’s annoying cuz I don’t think Shoto will let Dabi just die like that. Besides, I get the feeling that Shoto “waiting” to forgive Endeavor kinda rides on how things play out with Dabi). And don’t even get me started on those dumb “Hawks will kill Dabi to save the Todoroki Family” takes. I’ve seen quite a few of those too. 🙄 Anyway, if what Shigaraki is touching does turn out to be Dabi’s blood… then damn. Won’t be enough to persuade me into believing Dabi is gonna die anytime soon tho lmao.

Actually, if anything — wouldn’t it be Endeavor’s time to finally “save” a son from danger? He failed once with Natsuo when he was attacked by Ending, then he failed a second time with Dabi burning Shoto in the first war. He keeps talking about he “couldn’t move/stood frozen” when they were in danger right in front of him. It’s about time he finally moves his ass to save his son: Dabi. Third times a charm. Besides, in these recent two chapters, Endeavor seems pretty determined. 🤔

Do not listen to people on Twitter

They have eyes and are literally choosing not to use them

Unless Shigaraki somehow pissed out a bunch of Dabi’s blood, I’m really not sure how this could be Dabi’s blood. He’s literally standing in it, and Dabi was a bit away from Shigaraki. He wasn’t standing on top of him.

Also if it WAS Dabi’s blood, Hori would need to do a much better job of showing us that to show us the state Dabi is in. But he’s literally not indicating that Dabi is in any kind of fragile state other than what we already know—his burns are spreading, and quick. Like this is just, there’s no indication for this.

It would be the warp goo. Hori drew it looking all thick and congealed, like goo. Also again, physically how would Dabi’s blood have ended up directly under Shigaraki’s feet.

And before people say “Shigaraki could have run to where Dabi was standing!”

No, Dabi ran to where Shigaraki was because guess who else was standing in that vicinity—

Also

People who keep saying Dabi is going to die are the same people who said the kids would never wanna save the LOV, the people who said the LOV would never get redemption arcs, the people who said Shouto would never forgive Touya or whatever. Literally it’s just a bunch of sore losers grasping at straws to be right about something. Since they were SO wrong about everything else lol. I have some incriminating screenshots of some Twitter people who said people would “come for me” for saying the LOV would get redeemed (in late 2020 I said this) and I still to this day wonder how they’re doing now 🤔

Anyway stay off Twitter. Endeavor is gonna have to choose his son, Shouto is gonna save his brother.

And I highly highly doubt that is Dabi’s blood, for all the reasons listed above.

[aromanticannibal]

ok rant incoming

I think people tend to forget that there's two ways to see the sexualization in mha (or any show but im hyperfixated on mha) : by looking at the show from a character's pov, and by looking at the show from a reader's pov. understand, by ignoring the fact that this was written by some japanese man or not.

first case, this is just how things are, this is how the world is, no one wrote these characters and they're just people who make their own choices.

thinking about it like this, midnight or miruko's suits aren't worse than all the dudes wearing tight ass shit that shows their dick outline. kirishima being shirtless isnt less nakey than momo having her whole ass chest on display if she makes a wrong move. mirio is naked a stupidly high amount of time and shouto's clothes are at risk of getting burnt and falling off. dabi broadcasted his half naked ass in all of Japan and pulled up at a battle half naked, hawks is def as much of a hot playboy with horny fans as mount lady is a hot playgirl (??) with horny fans, and the latter's costume isn't tighter than like all might or twice's costume. toga is just wearing her uniform and the fact that she ends up naked everytime she uses her quirk isn't anyone's fault. etc etc.

now the other way of seeing this is the "right, horikoshi kohei wrote this, momo didn't decide her costume looks like that because momo is lines on paper and can't make decisions" way.

and then, it's weird. because horikoshi is a straight (as far as I'm aware) man who's also admittedly a pervert (like a lot of male mangakas so no one's surprised) and horikoshi definitely did not draw endeavors costume thinking of the same thing as when he drew mount lady's costume. horikoshi didn't think mmm thats hot when he made mirio's quirk get him naked but he did think that when he made it so hagakure is naked all the time (or at least he knew of the sexual innuendo, evidently given that One Hagakure Piece he made, + all the art of hagakure being in skimpy clothing or showing her panties bc heh. she's invisible. my point isn't to say it's bad, you can have whatever opinion you want on that, my point is that I never saw art of mirio where he's playfully naked for fanservice, it stopped to the one fight scene).

mainly the problem here (without thinking of horikoshi being weird because everyone knows that) is that a lot of fandom people try to defend horikoshi and the show using arguments from the first case and vice versa.

it always makes me think of that one youtuber (french lmao) who said that people saying some female character in one piece is sexualized is slut shaming her. no, it's not. if another character in one piece was insulting that sexy character because of what she wears or how she behaves, that would be slut shaming. your one piece woman was drawn by some dude in japan, she didn't choose to dress or act this way, a guy who thought it'd be hot did.

now that I've said all that idgaf what you think of horikoshi or the sexualization of characters in mha, what annoys me the most with it is how ugly or impractical the costumes end up being tbh.

tdlr : don't try to defend horikoshi by acting like his characters are sentient beings making their own choices. theyre characters. and the opposite is true as well, don't try to say someone's analysis of a character is wrong because theyre not thinking of horikoshi's intentions. sometimes we don't have to care about the author's intentions (especially when the author's intentions kinda suck)

[sugiwa]

small dreams

It took one 27 second long video for Keigo to fall in love

The video looped through every news cycle, and each reaction varied from outright derision to almost mythical awe emerging. On YouTube, it was viral in fifty-three different countries and Starburst—a name derived from a candy company that the pro-hero was fond of—jokingly tweeted that she was more famous than All-Might.

And she might have been thanks to the reporter that not only caught her decking the father of a girl she just saved but also recorded the subsequent twenty-seven seconds it took for three police officers to pull her off him and pull her away. The peace sign Y/N threw up as the police led her into a car probably didn’t help, nor did the live stream of her twenty-four hours in a holding cell while they investigated her claim of the man’s abuse and finally released her.

Though there were news outlets that tried to pin Starburst down as a hero on the edge of villainy, her public reputation hadn’t taken any damage. It was hard, after all, to claim that she did the wrong thing when they heard the girl’s testimony and pulled her medical records. But, Starburst—or L/N Y/N—still faced punishment from the Hero Public Safety Commission despite all this.

Attacking an unarmed civilian was apparently a big no-no—even if he was an abusive asshole. She was spared having her license revoked until she retested the simple principle that she had refrained from using her quirk. Her sentence was lessened to a month-long suspension with a strict patrol schedule in some city near Tokyo.

Y/N could work with it. She could put up with the Commission’s inane chatter for the sake of her job, but she drew the line at issuing an apology. It took three hours to wiggle her way out of a press conference to address the event. By the time her meeting with the Commission and sentencing was done, Y/N retweeted the initial video with the caption: Totally worth it.

Keigo was slightly in love with Starburst. Maybe it was the way she strolled into the Hero Public Safety Commission building fresh out of handcuffs and bluntly told them that she wasn’t apologizing and would rather become a vigilante than listen to ten more minutes of them debating the future of her career.

Or maybe it was the video which he’d seen a hundred times over, where she looked like a hero. The kind he’d always dreamed of as a kid, the kind who swooped in and beat the bad guy and then offered you stickers and candy and told you everything would be alright because it was exactly what she’d done for that little girl.

Either way, L/N Y/N was a hero who deserved a little rest, which was why he was currently tailing her patrol route and taking care of the problems before she could move. Her quirk was right out of a comic book too. The golden energy that left her capable of issuing an instant KO.

“Will you leave me alone?” she snapped, finally turning around to glare at him. She had a warm face, not made for anger which was probably why the glare fell away a moment later, replaced by a smile. “I appreciate the help, but I’m not offering any fanservice in exchange.”

“Who said I was a fan?” His wings flapped, feathers flying back toward him.

“You regularly stalk girls mid-air? That sort of thing does not fly with me.” Y/N laughed, nose scrunching at her own joke. “Get it…cause we both fly….”

He smiled innocently, “Thought of that all on your own?”

Y/N groaned, twisting her earring, “Just because I didn’t go to a fancy-ass hero school like Wet Jeanist and Flameo Hotman doesn’t mean I’m dumb.”

Slight insulted by the nickname she gave his favorite hero, he asked, “Flameo Hotman? You mean Endeavor-san?”

“Ohhh, that’s a man-crush voice.” Her eyes tightened with mischief, “I’m gonna have to dip since I got a hot date with my credit card. See you later, Chicken Little.”

He watched her go in slight awe because Y/N really was as crazy as the stories said. Starburst was a hero that had a bit of a cult following. She wasn’t high enough in the rankings to be wildly popular the way he was—up until she went viral, that was. A graduate of Ketsubutsu who went on to attend college before actually becoming a hero, she was on a watch list with the Hero Public Safety Commission.

Apparently, non-conformity was an issue…who knew.

A rain of confetti fell over Keigo’s head, brightly colored and all covered in specks of glitter. He inhaled deeply, turning to see Starburst’s grinning face as she eagerly clapped. Endeavor, like always whenever he was forced to be in Starburst’s proximity, turned around and stalked down the hall. Her confetti burned in his wake. Y/N’s voice followed him, offering an empty congratulations to the hero.

“How’s my precious senpai doing?” she asked, turning her attention to him.

“You really know how to annoy him, huh?” asked Keigo staring at the empty hall. If you gave Y/N too much attention, she ran with it. “What’s the deal?”

Y/N shrugged, rolling her shoulders confidently, “Some people are not equipped to handle true talent.”

“Yeah, right,” snorted Keigo.

“I may or may not have drunkenly confessed that I had no idea who he was to a bunch of reporters during last week.” Y/N made a rude gesture with her hand. “I mean, if you’re not Number One, then do you really matter?”

“Harsh,” he ruffled his wings, freeing the last of her glitter confetti and letting it rain on the ground. “You all good with the Commission now?”

“All thanks to you! I owe you one, you know that?”

“Nah,” Keigo waved her off, resisting the urge to laugh as she made her bright eyes as wide as possible. “It was pretty brave of you. Plus, I think anyone would have done the same thing.”

Three months out of trouble, Y/N once again made headlines for ‘accidentally’ dropping a child trafficker off a building. She caught him before he hit the ground, but apparently, the authorities deemed the emotional damage a little extreme.

“They probably would have been a bit smarter about it, though.”

“Well, don’t worry, no one expects you to be the brains.”

Y/N pouted. “True.”

Keigo laughed. “What are you doing here anyway? You’re not in the top ten.”

“Is bullying the new rage these days?” Her pout grew, arms crossing over her chest, “Everyone’s got something snippy to say to me. Where’s Rumi when I need her?”

“Gonna hide behind her?”

“Fuck yeah.” Y/N nodded emphatically as she reached into her pocket for a pack of gum. She offered him a piece. “Let’s see how your chicken wings stand against her legs.”

Keigo looked at the gum and then her. The words slipped out of his mouth before he could stop them, “Wanna get something to eat?”

Her smile looked like the sun, “Thought you’d never ask.”

“So, what’s the deal with you and Dragonbreath?” asked Y/N, sprawling across his couch. It was the third time this week she was here. He should tell her to leave, but the words die in his throat in his mouth every time he tried.

There’s too much risk. Dabi’s listening in on everything he does these days, and he doesn’t want her anywhere near them. Not when he’s aware of what they’re planning. Not when he knows how Y/N would react.

She was rough and improper in everything she does, but there’s no one brighter or better when it came to genuine goodness.

Keigo dodged the question with his own. “Endeavor again?”

“Ran into him last week and got yelled at for ten minutes for getting in his way. The guy was in my path, and I’m the one getting yelled at? Next time, I’m drop-kicking him off his skyscraper.” She kicked her leg in the air, reminding him that she was scarcely dressed.

Was this what having a girlfriend like? Constantly jumping between fondness and horniness? He wasn’t complaining.

He heard this threat a million times. “Still mad about the fact that he has one?”

“I’m a simple country girl. I’d be happy with a peach orchard and some chickens.”

“Come here,” he crooked his finger at her. Y/N got up instantly, crossing the room toward the balcony where he stood. Her hands wrapped around his waist, slipping under his shirt, across his skin, over his chest. Too much and too little at the same time.

“You’ll get cold out here,” she murmured. He could sink in the warmth she offered.

“It’s nice seeing the world so still.”

A noise left her throat, wet and worried, “Hawks, whatever it is, whatever they’re making you do, I’ll be here. I promise.”

People joked about Y/N being dumb—he did it too often to count, but she saw more than most people did when it mattered.

“Why’d you become a hero?”

“Saved a cute boy once, and he gave me a kiss,” she said. He’d heard that story before. She offered it in every interview, never expanding on what boy or how she saved him. It was also a glaring lie.

He didn’t push her. He lied about too many things to count.

Keigo took her face between his hands—the urge to kiss that tiny speck by her eyes thrummed through him. It would take a thousand-thousand years for him to forget her face. Y/N turned, her lips skimming his palm, cold and warm at once.

He loved her because she was Y/N. Because in her, he could love himself and not grow cold from it. Because the numbness he’d always known leaked out in place of affection. He loved her boundlessly—above, below, and across—unhindered, without ill will, without enmity.

It was with her that he was Takami Keigo and not the current Number Two.

His hand cupped her neck, fingers tangling in the curls of her hair. Her lips opened under his. A trail of fire burst across his lips, and for a moment, he only knew the sweetness of her mouth. He drank her in, each breath, each hushed sound leaving her throat.

He would do what they asked and make the choices no one else could.

It was worth the world he dreamed of.

[hopelesshawks]

Physical Fatality Part 12- Grief

18+ Hawks x fem, pro hero!reader

Summary: You’re a rising star in All Might’s agency. Hawks is the darling of Endeavor’s. By virtue of your job descriptions, the two of you are supposed to hate each other, or at the very least be cautiously neutral. For a long time that’s exactly what the two of you did. You stayed out of each other’s way and formed little opinion of the other. One fateful night at an HPSC gala changes all that. Based on the album Hopeless Fountain Kingdom by Halsey.

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This story will have multiple NSFW parts so it is 18+ ONLY minors dni

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Over the course of your relationship Hawks has seen you pissed off quite a bit. He’s seen you mildly annoyed, he’s seen you decently irritated, and he’s seen you practically rabid with rage. He is intimately familiar with the spectrum of your anger.

And yet all of those times combined cannot compare to the level of rage he sees in you now.

Red Riot, who Hawks now realizes must have arrived with you, rushes to Bakugo’s side to check on him. Only once you’re positive Hawks and Bakugo won’t lunge at each other again do you unceremoniously drop Hawks to the ground. “What the fuck is your problem?” you demand as you storm over to him. “Look I’m sorry but-“ he starts but you don’t let him finish. “There shouldn’t be a ‘but’ in that sentence Hawks why the fuck are you fighting Bakugo of all people? You could’ve killed him!” “Technically he could’ve killed me too, let’s not make him sound helpless.” “That is NOT the point Hawks.” “Right yea no, of course it isn’t. Look I’m sorry things got out of hand but-” “Out of hand? OUT OF HAND? Your lack of self awareness is genuinely fucking phenomenal my GOD.” “Christ will you fucking listen to me instead of cutting me off every fucking time I try to speak?” “You don’t get to make demands right now! You know all this shit reflects back on me!” “Right your precious fucking reputation.” “Yes! My job relies on it remember!” “Could you forget about All Might and the press and whatever else for one goddamn minute? Our relationship is fucking drowning in it!” “What fucking relationship? I don’t even know what the fuck this is anymore.” “What are you on about now?” “We’re not lovers Hawks! We’re just strangers with the same damn hunger to be touched, to be loved, to feel anything at all and it’s gotten genuinely pathetic now.” “Pathetic?” “Yes pathetic! Because clearly we aren’t supposed to be together!” “Says who?” “Look around you Hawks! Apparently fucking everyone and everything!”

Your words seem to echo around the two of you, both of your chests heaving in the wake of the argument. Both of you had forgotten yourselves for a moment and as awareness creeps back in you suddenly can feel the eyes of every reporter and civilian in the area boring into you. “What are you saying (y/n)?” Hawks asks and his voice is heartbreakingly quiet, hands clenched into fists. “I’m saying this is done,” you reply. “Don’t do this, please, I love you and-“ “No you don’t Hawks. You might think you do but you don’t. We love love and the idea of it and for fleeting moments between the arguments and the press and our bosses and everything else we thought we had it but we don’t. Or at least it’s not strong enough to out weigh everything else. I’m sorry,” you sigh before turning away. Cameras flash and reporters shout questions but you ignore them all as you walk over to where Kirishima is helping Bakugo up off the ground. “(Y/n)-“ Bakugo starts to say but you cut him off. “Don’t. I’ll deal with you after we get you patched up,” you tell him before you and Kirishima start walking him back to your agency.

Hawks stares after you, feeling frozen in place as you leave him behind and take his shattered heart with you. “Told you so,” Monoma suddenly taunts from beside him. Hawks jumps, having not noticed when Monoma had come down from the building’s rooftop. Hawks whirls around to face him, grabbing hold of the collar of his shirt. “Ah, ah, ah, don’t you think you’ve done enough damage?” Monoma asks cheekily, jerking his head towards the still flashing cameras. Hawks’ grip tightens momentarily before releasing the other man. Unfortunately Monoma has a point and Hawks really isn’t eager to make things even harder for you. “Don’t worry bird boy, I’ll invite you to our wedding,” Monoma tells the other man before flouncing away, pleased with himself. Hawks tells himself the best he can do now is wait for you to calm down and talk to you then so without another word and before he can do anything else to worsen the situation, he takes off back to Endeavor’s agency and hopes the others from the task force will have good news to share.

The first words he hears when he walks into the meeting room on the top floor are “You’re a fucking idiot” from none other than Shoto Todoroki himself. “I really don’t want to talk about it,” Hawks sighs. “You’re the only one. Pretty much every gossip blog and news outlet ever is talking about it,” Tokoyami tells him. “Headlines are all about how (y/n) is rubbing off on you in the worst possible ways and speculating about your break up,” Midoriya adds in, an unspoken accusation buried beneath his faux neutral tone. “We didn’t break up, she’s just upset,” Hawks denies, desperate to be right. “Really? Looked like a break up to me and the thousands of people who’ve already read the articles and the few dozen people that watched this whole train wreck you started,” Shoto quips. “Can we please just focus on the mission? Please tell me you got good intel,” Hawks sighs. “Since some of us are capable of doing our job, yes. Luckily for you the terror group is in the building we were watching and since you and Kacchan drew so much attention to the other building they think we’re way off base in our search for them. We should be able to make a move by this weekend,” Midoriya informs him. “Great. What now?” Hawks replies. “Now we wait to move out and I go back to my agency to reassure my probably panicked best friend,” Midoriya bites out before handing the last of his operation notes to Shoto and storming out.

“Jesus, I thought Deku was a puppy,” Hawks remarks as the door slams closed. “Midoriya’s always been scary when he wants to be, he’s just also very genuinely kind,” Tokoyami shrugs. “Which is exactly why being on his bad side is a nightmare,” Shoto points out. “Thanks Shoto. Really making me feel better.” “I wasn’t trying to make you feel better. In fact you should feel bad.” “I’m gonna call her,” Hawks sighs as he pulls out his phone to dial your number. The first call rings for awhile before going to voicemail. So does the second. The third is sent straight to voicemail. The fourth doesn’t even go through as he’s promptly alerted his number has been blocked. Hawks swears and tosses his phone onto the table in frustration. “I must have really crossed the line,” he sighs. “You think?” Shoto asks with a raised eyebrow.

“For the record I threw the first punch,” Bakugo admits somewhat sheepishly as you dab at one of several cuts he sustained during the fight. “Unprovoked?” “Obviously not.” “Then it doesn’t change anything. And you’re not off the hook either, what the fuck were you thinking?” you question as you start bandaging him up. “I don’t know, Monoma was being a little shit which got Hawks all worked up and then I tried to get him to back down and we both got worked up and well... you know how that went,��� he admits. He watches as your phone lights up again with Hawks’ contact info. You grab it, sending him to voicemail again before blocking his number and putting your phone back down. “Are you sure about breaking up with him?” Bakugo asks and you can tell by how uncharacteristically gentle his voice is that he’s concerned. “I.... don’t know. In a perfect world I’d love to take the time to unpack all of this bullshit and work it out with him. I already know I’ll miss him. I’ll miss the mornings with him laying in my bed and the thought of a forever him and me but I bet all he’ll miss is my body,” you confess. “Don’t you think you’re not giving him enough credit?” “Probably. But I can’t sit at home and be his housewife which means I have to focus on salvaging my career. I’m lucky All Might is out of the office, gives me time to try and think up a sales pitch.” “You’re a good hero (y/n). All Might knows that.” “He also knows he gave me an ultimatum,” you point out. You finish off bandaging Bakugo up and he looks as if he’s about to say something else but you resume talking before he can. “I’m going to head home and lie low. Hopefully I’ll still be employed next time you see me,” you sigh before giving Bakugo’s shoulder an affectionate squeeze and walking out.

The video of you and Hawks’ break up is already viral by the time you get back to your apartment.

You walk straight past the living room, completely ignoring your concerned roommates, and head right into your room. Your phone alerts you to several no doubt concerned texts from Midoriya but you ignore them all as you collapse onto your bed. You lie there for awhile, letting your phone ping almost incessantly with concern from your friends and all the news alerts mentioning your name. When your ringtone cuts through all the other alerts you almost ignore it, assuming it’s Midoriya calling to check on you. Your heart sinks when All Might’s name flashes on the screen instead. You take a deep breath, stubbornly ignoring the way it rattles in your chest, and then answer the phone. “(Y/n)....” All Might starts. “I know,” you answer. “We had a deal.” “I’m a good hero. You know I am.” “I know you are. But we had a deal. I’m sorry.”

Numb.

Achingly,

Heart wrenchingly,

World endingly,

Numb.

That’s how you feel as you listen to All Might continue to justify his decision without actually hearing a word he’s saying. You vaguely register apologies and talk of the agency’s reputation, but for the most part you’re too busy feeling your entire universe crashing down around you to pay much attention to his words. You don’t know how long it’s been when you finally register that he’s been calling your name. “(Y/n)! Are you alright?” All Might presses. You don’t answer. You hang up your phone, face still blank, as Denki and Mina appear in your doorway. They both look you over for a long moment before wordlessly climbing onto your bed to join you. They cuddle up on either side of you and only once you’re safely wrapped up in their arms do you finally allow yourself to break. You mourn the career you worked so hard for as sobs wrack through your body. Your chest and ribs burn with the force of it but the feeling is nothing compared to the bitter grief of losing your job. As your friends hold you, you utter only one heartbreaking phrase between sobs:

“What am I if not a hero?”

Author’s Note: 🥲 we’re getting close to the end game now everyone, and boy oh boy does it hurt

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[bizmuth101]

Dirty Talk- Keigo Takami 

Kinktober Day 29

X Female 

“Hey! Come on! Lighten up a bit would ya?” The voice of the all too familiar blonde sounded behind you. You were just trying to work, couldn’t he see that? There was a lot of paperwork that needed to be done when you were assisting in a large agency like Endeavors. 

You were one of many of his personal assistance, helping to arrange press meetings and organize important post-mission documents for the current number one hero. However, with that came the annoying blonde number 2, Hawks. If you were being completely honest, the man got on your nerves to no end. He was loud and clingy and horrible in an office space, he was outgoing and stubborn, and lazy… there was seemingly no end to the amount of pet-peeves he crossed off your list and now here he was, interrupting your work and making everyone on your third floor office space stare. 

“Would you get off my back already? For the hundredth time, no, I will not go drinking with you.” You grumbled, clutching a small stack of papers to your chest as you walked toward the elevator. “No, I am very busy so if you would kindly leave so that everyone can properly focus on their work?”

“Awe, come on, that’s no way to be. Come out and have a little fun! You’re always so uptight, you need to loosen up a bit, (y/n).” He smirked and leaned against the wall beside you so he could look at you. 

“What will it take for you to leave me alone? It’s only two o’clock and you’re being a very big disturbance.” You shook your head, not seeming all that impressed by the man currently hounding you for drinks. 

“You know what it will take. Come on…” he pleaded, “one night wont hurt that bad will it? And if you don’t like it that’s that and I’ll back off and leave you be. Just come get drinks with me this one time. It’s the weekend tonight anyhow, nothing to lose.” He gave a cheerful grin and you tapped your foot as you waited on the elevator that seemed to be taking its sweet time. 

“You’ll leave me alone?” You looked up at the other out of the corner of your eye, a lazy and cheery smile plastered over his features that made you want to slap him where he stood. 

“One night.” He nodded and smirked slightly, seeming hopeful. 

“You wont try to ask me out again? Ever?” You raised a curious brow. That deal was seeming pretty tempting right now. 

“Never again, so long as you don’t like it. But I’m sure I can manage to make you enjoy yourself.” You scoffed at his words and rolled your eyes again, quickly stepping into the overly crowded elevator, leaving no space for the winged hero. 

“One night, that’s it. I’ll meet you out front at seven, we’ll go for drinks, and then you won’t talk to me again. Got it?” You spat out with a small glare up at the other who seemed like an excited puppy, nodding his head and shooting a set of finger guns your way. 

“Seven o’clock. Got it. See ya then sweetcheeks.” 

“Don’t call me that.” You grumbled as the doors closed and you were finally left in peace. 

The rest of the day went by much faster than you would’ve liked, the other girls on your floor seemed to have heard about your little ‘date’ with Hawks, the office gossip spreading like wildfire. 

“It’s not a date. I’m only going out with him to get him off my back. He’s such an annoyance.” You clicked your tongue at one of your friends from the office who seemed all too excited to dub your outing a date and pair you with the blond hero. 

“Not a date my ass! He’s so into you!” 

“Yeah, I got that part. And I’m so not into him.” You shook your head slowly taking in a deep breath of the smoke from your cigarette. 

“Yeah right. Have you even seen him? You’re going out on a date with the number two pro hero, he’s totally into you, and you don’t even wantI to!” Her voice seemed damn-near offended by your statement and you simply shrugged. 

“He’s just so immature, and lazy. I don’t wanna date someone so entitled.” You shook your head slightly, flicking the ash from the end of your cigarette and taking another long puff before pressing the end to the ashes of a bowl on the terrace. 

“Imatture maybe, but famous, and hot, and rich. How can you turn that down?” She smirked and leaned back against the railing with a sigh. 

“Ugh, cause those things are stupid and pointless. He’s just like all the other hundreds of heroes there are at this point.” You scoffed and put your pack and lighter away before turning back to head inside. “I’m only doing this to get rid of him.” You restated once more as the glass door bumped shut behind you and you sighed slowly. 

The rest of the day you spent at your desk, avoiding the whispers and the questions as time for you to get off work drew closer. You clocked out as soon as your shift was done with and started home for a hot shower before you met up with hawks. 

Your house wasn’t much of a walk from the agency, a simple apartment only a couple blocks away. As soon as you stepped inside you were greeted by the soft purring of a small white cat, bright blue eyes staring up at you as you leaned down to pet her for a moment. 

“Hey there, cotton.” You hummed out slowly as you stretched your arms up above your head and started back toward your bathroom, stripping down and taking your sweet time under the water. When you were done, your usual tight pony tail removed and your hair dried, hair billowing out down around your shoulders and back, you put on a light face of makeup, nothing serious, just some lipgloss and some light mascara, never really one for makeup, and you started back to your room to get dressed. 

You blinked for a moment passing a clock that dubbed it was already a little past six and you grumbled slightly as you got changed into a simple pair of comfortable underwear and you tugged on some skinny jeans that fit your form well, a pair of knee high black boots and a black shirt, a halter top that cut down in the back and just barely went to your jeans but suited your figure well and didn’t require you wear a bra needlessly. 

By the time that you were finished the time was switching over toward the six-fortyfive mark and you grumbled once more. You honestly didn’t want to go, but it meant that the hero would finally leave you alone and let you be. You could deal with one night for that, right? 

You tucked your phone and wallet into your back pocket, your key slipping securely into your boot so you wouldn’t lose it, and you said a quick goodbye to your cat before locking the door behind you and heading back to the agency. 

You arrived just as the clock flipped over to seven and you found yourself looking up to see Hawks already waiting there, sitting on an empty bike rack and swinging his legs patiently. 

With his hero costume shed you had to admit that the male was at the very least very attractive. He seemed to be patiently waiting for you and as soon as his eyes found you he smiled slightly and slipped to his feet. 

“Hey! You actually came.” He smirked slightly as he walked over, a navy blue button up and comfortable looking black jeans and converse fitting him easily as he walked over, the sleeves rolled to just above his elbows and the collar undone a couple buttons down. 

You crossed your arms slightly as you looked up at him and shrugged. “I said seven didn’t I? I’m right on time. I’m no liar.” You mumbled and looked around before looking back up at the other. “So? Where are we going?” You questioned pulling a small laugh from the other. 

“Somewhere fun. Come on.” He motioned up the street with a nod and held a hand out for you.

“Don’t push it.” You shook your head and kept your arms crossed. “Just walk.” 

He chuckled and raised his hands in mock defense with a chuckle. “Alright, alright, no touching, got it.” He nodded along as he started off. 

“You are aware that ‘somewhere fun’ doesn’t tell me where we’re going right?” You complained as you walked, hands finding your pockets as you walked, looking around. It was nice out, just warm enough that you didn’t quite need a jacket and your focus moved on to that rather than whatever answer the flying hero said. You walked by his side for about ten minutes, him making small chat the whole way to a large club, thumping music could be heard almost a block away and you blinked as you looked up at him. 

“This isn’t just drinks…” You huffed as you looked up at him, your arms crossing once more.

“I never said it would be just drinks, I just said there would be drinks.” He smirked slightly at you, walking to the doors and opening one and holding it for you. “Come on, I come here a lot, it’s fun.” He assured with a smile as you begrudgingly walked in. 

“Long as this gets you to leave me alone, I don’t care.” You sighed as you stepped inside. The whole place smelled of cheap cologne and alcohol. Glitter practically covered the floor and everywhere you looked there were people wearing glowing bracelets and necklaces and luminescent paint. You shot a slight glare up at the other not appreciating being in such a loud and crowded place. However, the more you looked around it became surprisingly apparent that Hawks wasn’t the only pro beyond the velvet rope just after the entrance. There were a few others that you knew, all seeming to be having a good time. They were all younger pros, some less known, some more known and a crowd of other unfamiliar people and guests, but nonetheless, they were there. 

“I think you’ll have fun and be eating your words by the end of the night.” He chuckled to himself as the very large bouncer at the door pulled back the rope for you and Hawks. 

“Yeah right. In a place like this? Good luck.” You scoffed as you were let in and you began to look around a bit more intently. There were people drinking at the bar, a crowded dance floor, a dj’s booth with an overly excited bouncing dj, and booths and tables filled to the brim with people around the sides. 

“You can do more than just watch, you know. Let me buy you that drink.” He nodded and started toward the large and crowded bar in the back of the club. You sputtered slightly when he started walking away before you and turned to follow suit. 

“H-Hey! Don’t just walk away without me!” You complained and walked up beside him for fear of getting lost in that crowd of people. 

“I just figured you’d follow along. Seems like I was right.” He teased and you huffed slightly and rolled your eyes. 

“So? What do you like to drink?” He questioned and you just shrugged. “I’m not too picky, just no beer.” You mumbled slowly and he hummed for a moment with a small nod ordering both of you a shot each of tequila and lime followed by a ordering either of you a sex on the beach. You tilted your head slightly at the combo but took the shot and bit into your lime sparingly taking the second drink that was handed to you as well. “So? What now?” You mumbled, taking a sip of your drink as he repeated yoru first action and took a long drink of his as well. 

“We could sit and talk, or go dance, whichever you prefer.” He nodded happily and motioned around. Not much one for dancing, you motioned to probably the only empty booth in the whole place, a small half circle seating space with a round table in the middle. “Sitting it is then.” He smiled a bit and started toward the table with you following close, drink in hand. 

“You seem very familiar with this place. Why are there so many other pros here?” You questioned, looking up at the other curiously and tilting your head. 

“I do, spend a lot of weekends here hanging out. And originally this place was only open for heroes and one guest with them. They relaxed on the rules a bit but for the most part everyone here is desensitized to being around heroes so no one goes above and beyond. One of the places that heroes can still just go out have fun and act like normal people every once in a while. And when I say this place has everything I mean this place had everything that you could think of. There’s the normal club area, a strip club in the room over, they even have a billiards area where they have competitions and gambling rooms.” He smiled happily as he spoke and you just nodded along. It figured that places like this existed, you just never thought that you’d be sitting in one, let alone across from the number two pro. It was a little disorienting. 

“Makes sense. It’s really big though.” You nodded slowly as you sipped your drink, already about half through the small glass as you listened to the music around you. 

“It’s gotta be to accommodate everything.” He nodded happily and the song faded out of one and into another.

You took a long sip of your drink before Hawks gasped. “Hey! I love this song! C’mon, let’s dance a while.” He nodded and before even giving you a chance to respond you were pulled to your feet. You gasped in surprise downing your drink and setting it on the table as you were pulled toward a mosh of people in the center of the room, Hawks taking no time to pull you into the crowd with him. 

“Damn… I-I don’t dance…” You shook your head standing still with your arms crossed as you looked at the other who had already started dancing along. 

“Awe, come on, don’t be like that, just relax a little.” He nodded excitedly and nudged your shoulder. You stumbled slightly as a couple people bumped into you and gasped, letting out a little yelp as you tripped and landed against Hawks’ chest. “Woah, careful!” His arms were around you before you knew what was happening, his hands gently resting on your hips as he held you steady. 

“I-I’m fine!” You stuttered slightly and stood up straight again, your cheeks flushing slightly as the other just continued to sway and move along with the music. “You can let me go now…” You muttered slightly, your hands lightly pressed to his chest as if pushing him a bit would make him let you go, but pulling back only resulted in the general bump and grind of the dance-floor to push you forward more, pressing you flush with Hawks’ chest. 

“You gotta relax. If you aren’t moving you’ll get pushed around. Just try it.” He smiled at you kindly and you blinked a bit. It was the alcohol, it had to be, he hadn’t been that attractive from far away, so there was no reason that your heart was beating like this now. None at all. 

“I said I don’t dance…” You shook your head a bit, not even realizing that his hands were still on your hips, making you sway along with the beat. 

“But you’re already doing great.” He smirked and you flushed a bit as you realized that you really had begun to sway with him, and you weren’t quite sure if you were doing it on your own or not. 

“Sh-shut up!” You shook your head slightly and stiffened a little, almost immediately stumbling again and Hawks just chuckled, his arms wrapping around you just enough to keep you pressed up against him and you swore the music faded and everything froze for a moment as he held onto you with a bright and happy smile, messy hair falling slightly into his face as he looked down at you and the faded music of the club changed once more. 

“You alright there?”

“L-let’s...let’s just go sit down.” You muttered quickly and he shook his head a little. 

“No way. Come on, move those two left feet of yours and have some fun.” He nodded slowly and helped to make your hips sway a little more along to the bead of the next song. 

You rolled your eyes at the comment and shushed him again but before you knew it, you were moving on your own, hips swaying and head bobbing to the music as the other continued to make stupid jokes. You’d blame it all on the alcohol, but honestly, you were beginning to have fun, lots of fun. 

“There ya go! Move like that!” He laughed happily and spun you lightly in your own little world away from everything around you. You were smiling, laughing along and enjoying yourself more than you thought possible. 

“You’re ridiculous.” You shook your head slightly as his spinning you landed you against his chest once again and you just laughed quietly there, his smile widening a bit as you stood there, this time making no effort to pull away as you shifted to smile slightly up at him. 

“I told you you would have fun.” He spoke up, quiet enough that you could just barely make out his voice over the raucous of the crowd and you just flushed a bit. 

“Yeah, yeah, so you win.” You rolled your eyes, keeping that small smile on your face as he held onto you gently. You stayed like that for a while, the taller calmly holding you before slowly swaying and you both began to dance once more. 

You danced until you felt like your feet would fall off, smiling at him and laughing all the while until finally you were pulled from the floor, happy but tired. 

“It’s getting late.” He spoke up with a gentle smile, gently holding your hand that he’d used to pull you off the floor, and this time, you didn’t pull away. 

“We should probably head home then, huh?” You questioned with a soft smile and a nod. Sure it was the weekend, but you still didn’t want to spend the whole thing exhausted. 

“Come on then, I’ll walk you back to your place!” he smiled happily and you finally started out. You’d gotten there a little after seven, and pulling your phone out now to check the time you gasped slightly as the time on your phone flickered over to one am. It wasn’t the latest, but having started at seven? 

“Holy shit…” You shook your head slightly. “How were we there for so long?” You looked up at him, not really even noticing that he’d tossed his arm around you lightly. 

“See, time really does fly when you’re having fun, right?” He smirked at you and you just shook your head slightly. “Guess so.” you rolled your eyes slightly and nodded a bit as you walked, the sound of the club slowly disappearing behind you. 

“I’m glad you had fun.” He nodded slowly giving your arm a light squeeze. You’d both had the same amount to drink but he seemed fine while your body felt warm, and you were sure your cheeks were flushed. 

“Don’t go getting cocky on me now.” You nudged his side slightly and he laughed happily. 

“Wouldn’t dream of it, sweetcheeks.” He smirked as you walked and scoffed a bit. “Thought I told you not to call me that earlier.” You huffed slightly and shook your head as you walked home. 

The rest of the walk continued much the same until you got to your apartment building and stopped. 

“This is my stop.” You nodded slowly and looked up at him with a soft smile and he nodded slowly, seeming reluctant to pull back as his arm shifted off your shoulders and his hand slipped into his pocket. 

“Ah, yeah… We should do this again sometime, right?” He questioned with a light dust of just barely noticeable pink across his cheeks. 

“You know, uh… If you wanted you could come in and stay a while?” You suggested, rubbing the back of your neck slightly, a bit unsure why you were offering something like that, but the other seemed to light up a bit at the offer, the feathers of his wings ruffling a little which you had to admit was a bit cute. 

“Wait, really?! You’re inviting me in?” He smiled brightly and you just shook your head a bit. 

“Not if you keep acting so happy about it.” You teased and motioned to the door. “Lets go.” You nodded a bit and gave him a small smile, holding the door open slightly for him. 

It was pretty rare for you to invite someone up with you, into your home, your safe place, but he had seemingly done a good job at making you loosen up and have a good time, so you decided to hell with it as you stepped onto the elevator with him. 

You bumped the button for the fourth floor and stood close beside Hawks on the way up, teasing him and joking lightly as you got off and paused outside your door to bend down and slip off your shoe. 

“Why are you taking your shoes off?” He tilted his head in confusion. 

“My key is in my boot. It's the only place it won't get lost.” You chuckled softly as you fumbled in your boot for it and moved to unlock the door. However, before you even got a chance to finish unlocking it, Hawk’s reached out and gently pulled you closer, surprising you with a sudden kiss. 

Your body froze slightly at the sudden touch and after blinking a few times your body simply relaxed, eventually returning the light kiss while it lasted, your eyes falling closed. 

You weren’t sure how long Hawks kissed you, your cheeks flushing darkly as he finally parted from your lips and you were left breathless and confused. 

“Wh-wha...what was...you...uh..” You stuttered and stammered for a moment, just looking up at him in slight shock. 

“Sorry… I uh...you were in a good mood and I figured it was better to do it before we got inside. I’d rather you be mad at me before we get inside then to have you make me leave while we’re in there.” He spoke slowly, rubbing his neck nervously and biting his lip, pulling back a little as if planning to leave. It took you a moment to register what he said enough to nod, but as soon as you nodded a bit you shifted, dropping your shoe to the ground so you could stop the other from going and gently pull him back into another soft kiss. 

This time it was him that seemed surprised, gasping softly before he gladly melted against your lips and his hands found your hips, pulling you in for more. 

You were lost, no idea what you were doing or why you were doing it but here you stood kissing the winged hero Hawks after an unwanted date gone perfect in front of your own apartment. The kiss lasted far longer than you cared to admit and as it continued it only seemed to get deeper and somehow desperate as you were walked back toward your door, shoe being kicked in alongside you as the man in question pushed the door open and removed your key from the lock, pressing you back lightly against the door when it was closed. 

Your head swirled in your confusion, but you still didn’t pull away, your lips fighting with his as his hands began to run along your sides pulling a small shiver from you. He smirked as he pulled back, the door clicking as he locked it and tilted his head, kisses trailing down slowly along your neck and making you release a small but overly-excited moan from the sudden touch to sensitive skin. 

He seemed pleased by the sound you made, his fingers tangling with the fabric along the hem of your shirt, carefully slipping underneath and brushing along your sides more directly, slipping up further before he was all out groping your chest pulling a soft gasp from you. 

He smirked as he shifted you a bit, his lips once more pulling you in for a deep kiss as your hands shifted up slowly from his chest to begin to unbutton his top, feeling his lips pulling into a smirk as he pulled back. 

“Didn’t take you for the type to do this on a first date.” He teased, hands still warm on your breasts as you tugged the buttons of his shirt undone slowly. 

“Hm, maybe not. But are you complaining?” You questioned with a smirk as you pulled the last ones open and reached up to his shoulders, sliding hands under the fabric and over his built form to pull off the shirt and watch it pool on the floor just before your lips crashed against his once again and you moaned softly against his lips in an attempt to spur him on further. 

His hands moved slowly up behind your neck, pulling the tie of your halter undone and watching as the fabric slipped down, letting your breasts pop free and his hands move more freely as well. You shuddered at the feeling of calloused fingers brushing across the sensitive skin of your nipples pulling a small moan from you once more. 

“F-fuck.” Your breath was shuddered as you broke the kiss and he tugged you forward off the wall, pulling the rest of your shirt off to toss it aside, slowly leaving a trail of clothing as you pushed and pulled one another back toward the bedroom, hands roaming one another’s torsos and sides until finally you were pushed back onto the bed, the only thing left on your body the comfortable underwear you’d put on before you left, the same with him and his boxers, the last remaining thing between either of you. 

“God damn…” The man breathed out as he looked over you, smirking as he shifted to climb over you with a low chuckle. “I knew you were sexy but I didn’t expect you to be this sexy.” He hummed and leaned down to kiss and suck along your neck. “You’re probably already fucking soaked, aren’t you?” He smirked and slipped a hand down between you to press his fingers against you through your panties, clear slick immediately beginning to soak through the fabric making an evident wet spot as you moaned. 

“Ah~ Hawks!” You gasped and bit your lip as he touched you. He clicked his tongue in disapproval, shaking his head a little. “Not right now I’m not. Keigo. Call me by name.” He smirked and leaned down again to press his lips roughly against yours, his fingers still lightly massaging at that wet spot. 

You moaned against his lips and nodded in an obedient manner, shivering as his free hand played with your nippled slowly, his fingers then slipping under the fabric of your bottoms to tease your entrance. 

“You’re so wet. Fuck. Look at this.” He dipped a finger inside of you quickly and pulled his hand back to look at the strands of slick connecting his fingers now. You moaned and blushed darkly as he shifted to press his fingers to your lips. “Open your mouth, sweetcheeks. I want you to taste yourself~.” Your face felt like it was burning but you listened, your lips slowly parting as you sucked his fingers into your mouth, going along with whatever he seemed to want to do. He smirked and watched you seeming pleased. 

“Shit, beautiful. I really didn’t think you’d be this much of a slut~. You’re probably already aching for my cock aren’t you. You want me inside you don’t you?” He purred his words out low and sweet like they were simply laced with honey and you couldn’t help but listen, moaning around his fingers as he slipped them from your mouth and he nodded slowly. 

“God, yes…” You breathed out slowly as he ran his thumb along your bottom lip. 

“Question is where~? You want me to fuck you or would you rather I use this pretty little mouth of yours? Shove my cock down your throat until it’s all you can think about.” He hummed deeply and you shivered at the thought, the fabric covering your heat slowly being removed to expose you to the cool air of the room as his fingers gently began to circle your clit. “So what’ll it be, slut? You want me to fuck your cunt or that pretty mouth?” He smirked mischievously and you simply whined, shifting and rolling your hips down for his touch, mind fuzzy from the current pleasure he was giving you. 

“I-I want… ah~ fuck… I wanna suck your cock…” You managed to breathe out, your body shuddering as his fingers pulled back from you and he smirked shifting to stand and nodded. “Alright then, get to it.” He scoffed slightly as he looked over you. You had to take a moment to compose yourself enough to crawl to your knees on the edge of the bed in front of him, hands carefully moving to pull down his boxers and reveal his cock standing perfectly erect and throbbing before you. You sighed slightly seeing him like this, you’d never wanted to admit just how attractive he was before, but now? You couldn’t deny it at all. He was gorgeous. 

You acted slowly, purely on what you knew, one hand slowly grasping the base and stroking along his length a few times before leaning down and kissing a long stripe along his length, looking up at him with a small smirk of your own. 

“You really are a little slut, huh? Done this before have you?” He chuckled deeply as he watched you kiss and lick along his length before taking the head into your mouth and swirling your tongue around him with a nod. “I can tell, you know how to handle a cock.” He chuckled deepl and let out a low groan as you pressed yourself down suddenly, taking over half his length into your mouth and hollowing your cheeks to suck hard around him. 

His head lolled back a bit and he groaned deeply. “Fuck~. Such a good slut, sucking it so deep.” He breathed out and let you begin to bob your head, one hand tangling into your hair to press you down more. You gagged a bit as he pressed you lower but kept your composure, moaning around his length as one hand of yours moved down to your heat, two fingers carefully slipping inside you as you spread yourself a bit farther apart on the bed, moning again as you began to calmly finger yourself while you sucked him deep and hard, his hand guiding your head a bit as you continued. You showed no signs of stopping even as the other began to roll his hips into your mouth, your sucking and twisting and licking pleasing him to the edge as he groaned. 

“Fuck~, I’m gonna cum soon.” He hissed out slowly and his hips rocked forward a bit, pulling another gag from you as you pressed down more and swallowed around his length. 

“Fuck yeah, swallow my cock, slut.” He groaned and continued to roll his hips for a few long moments before he groaned and his hips stilled, keeping your head held down. “You can swallow this too~.” He purred deeply as he groaned and came in our mouth, pulling back and leaving you sputtering for a moment before you swallowed what was left and panted slowly. 

You didn't have much time to recover before he was suddenly pushing you back against the bed again, pinning you roughly as his still-hard cock positioned against your aching cunt. 

“Did so good for me, now I’ll return the favor. Gonna fuck you so good., give you just what you want, slut.” He purred slowly as he pressed forward pulling a loud moan from you as he pushed his length into you slowly, bottoming out and beginning to slowly thrust. 

He wasn’t huge, above average but nothing special. However, what was special was the way he moved, angled upward so he hit against your deepest and most sensitive spots all at once, his thumb circling your clit as he pinned you down preventing you from desperately rolling your hips as he fucked into you. 

“Ah~ K-Kei!” You gasped and moaned out for him, your back arching up as best it could the way he had you pinned. “F-feels so good~ Please don’t stop~!” You gasped out and your hips rocked a bit down against him as he smirked. 

“And take this away from my little slut? Not a chance.” His hips snapped forward as he spoke, pounding into you roughly. 

When you pleaded harder, he pounded you harder, when you whined for faster his hips picked up the pace, if you wanted more he kissed you and fucked you more making you a sloppy mess as he fucked into you. 

“Such a good little whore like this. Wanna fuck you all night, use you up until youre panting and the only thign you remember is my name on your lips~.” He groaned deeply as he spoke, his own low moans making you whine for more as he fucked you, the coil in your stomach tightening more with each thrust of his hips. 

“I-I’m close… Kei~.” You breathed out slowly, your head spinning as you clung to him as best you could, his movements rough and lovely as he fucked you into the mattress. 

“Then cum for me, sweetcheeks~, I wanna watch you lose yourself on my cock, wanna fill you up with my cum.” He groaned out with a smirk as he leaned over you, biting and sucking a few marks against your neck, the sensation just enough to send you crashing over the edge as you back arched up off the bed and you came hard with a loud moan and a pitiful whine. He smirked as he watched you, enjoying the display and not stopping, continuing on as he watched you squirm beneath him, overstimulation slowly setting in as he slammed his hips forward and came hard inside you, painting your insides white and pulling out quickly to finish, the last of his release spilling over your stomach and dripping down as he held your thighs apart and watched his cum drip out of you. 

You weren’t sure how long it took for you to catch your breath, but in that time the other flopped down beside you, reaching for a tissue box beside your bed and cleaning bother of you as best as a box of tissues coil before he completely relaxed against the bed, one of his large red wings resting across your naked form and pulling you closer so he could sling an arm around you as well, using his wing as a blanket to hold you in rather than move to get a real one. 

You were both silent for a long time. Tired but both having something left to say. You bit your lip and after a while of slowing down ragged breaths you finally spoke up. 

“I think I can safely say you won. Even if that was more than just drinks.” You chuckled lightly and he nodded a bit with a smile, shifting to kiss you softly. 

“Does that mean I get a second date?” He smirked slowly as he held onto you and with a soft giggle and a tired yawn you nodded. 

“One more.” You smiled softly and closed your eyes, gently drifting off to the quiet sound of his calm laughter.

[autumn-foxfire]

I get really confused by villain stan antis. Like they'll say u can't like characters that do bad things like endeavor, hawks or any heroes but they stan the Lov, and talk about how much they want to kill Hori cuz he drew toga's butt. and sure Hori won't see it, but they often don't stop at untouchable authors, they often tell anyone they don't like that they're awful and should die. I understand venting but they often go way past that, and get really mad when others are uncomfy with them.

Yeah, it’s really annoying.

You can’t judge people for liking a character that has done “bad things” (though with Hawks I would consider that to be debatable) while you stan the villains of the series who have done plenty of bad crimes themselves.

Also, the act of wishing death on anyone is disgusting regardless of who it is and no one can change my mind about that so to see people wish death on Horikoshi for his work makes me mad (yes I’m uncomfortable with some of the stuff he draws too but that won’t be fixed by his goddamn fucking death).

As you said, people who have no shame on wishing death on Horikoshi usually have no issue wishing death on others too. There’s an anti-hawks and anti-dabihawks blog that has created multiple posts that speak the death of dabihawks shippers (even if it’s supposed to be a “joke”) which is wildly inappropriate. Honestly I wonder if such posts are against tumblr’s terms and conditions and if the blog can be reported.

It’s just so childish to want people dead because of fiction.

[ocassional-bnha-ficrecs]

Bitch, I’m Incognito by Rin_Did_It

Status: In Progress

Ships: Todoroki/Midoriya, Shinso/Kaminari, Aizawa/Yamada, Dabi/Hawks,

Rated: M (there’s (according to my memory) a singular smut scene in the entire thing. I can’t think of anything else that would give it an M but that’s what it’s rated soooo)

Word Count: 194K

Summary: “When a villain blew up Midoriya Izuku’s apartment complex at the age of nine, everyone believed Endeavor when he said the boy was dead. Except he wasn’t.

With two best friends at his side, and six years of vigilantism under his belt, he decides they’re going to Yuuei. As vigilantes. This is going to be fun.”

Very nice Vigilante Midoriya. We also have Vigilante Hatsume and Vigilante Shinso which I adore. They make a fabulous team. Some brilliant plays from Hatsume and a sibling bond between the three of them make for hilarious banter.

Oh, Baby! by RussianSunflower3

Status: Dead (Probably)

Rated: T

Word Count: 103K

Summary: “Whilst out on a supply run for the dorms, Midoriya bumps into a small child. The child accidentally uses his quirk in surprise, and Midoriya is infected by a virus. It only lasts 24 hours, and can only infect one person at a time, although it is contagious.

But what exactly is the virus?

Well…

It regresses their age.”

In which the class becomes babies one by one. Kinda adorable. Sad that it’s unfinished. If I’m remembering correctly, there’s some serious angst that pops up, and the fact that its a dead fic does not help with that. I still love it though.

You know that thing where an orchestra swaps instruments, and like, some of them get it right away, but others have no clue what they’re doing? This is that but with quirks, two unwilling participants, and also Emotions by Sif

Status: Complete

Rated: T

Word Count: 13K

Summary: “Momo wasn't sure why it came as such a shock to her and her classmates that nitroglycerin was not, in fact, easy to control. The chemical was defined by it's instability, it's ability to go off under near any circumstances, it's powerful blows.

And yet, Katsuki had always made it look so simple. He soared through the air like it was nothing, switching between bullet-sized blasts and missile levels of firepower like most people switched channels on TV. Momo had found herself jealous of his quirk at times, unable to help wondering what it would be like to have such power at her fingertips.

Good news, she didn't have to wonder anymore. Bad news, it was absolutely terrible.”

I LOVE THIS ONE. Serious insight into Bakugo’s quirk. And Momo content. Which is almost always a win. It’s a one shot, but does have a home in a series called Nitroglycerin’s Parables.

Boku No Toddler Academia by Todobaku-Shoukat

Status: Complete

Rated: G

Word Count: 37K

Summary: “Fuck, Bakugou thinks as he runs to class. He is terribly late. He throws open the doors, expecting to see his classmates sparring. What he sees instead are crying toddlers and a very stressed looking All Might.”

Bakugo is essentially a mother to too many children. Very sweet. Features a much softer Bakugo who somehow knows how to parent. The villains are here too and they are also pretty adorable as children.

Katsuki and Izuku’s Excellent Adventure(s) by pepperfield

Status: Complete

Ships: Bakugo/Kirishima, Midoriya/Everyone

Rated: T

Word Count: 13K

Summary: ““Karaoke, Kacchan.” Deku slams his palms on the table, fire in his eyes. “I need a rematch.”

“Abso-fucking-lutely not.”

With his boyfriend out of town and the crime rate up, Bakugou hasn't been having a great week. Deku does his best to make things worse.”

A short series of shenanigans that Katsuki and Izuku get into while being pro heros. Bakugo just barely tolerates Midoriya.

Fifty Shades of Tired by ihopethelightwillshineupon

Status: Complete

Rated: T

Word Count: 10K

Summary: “The 1-A dorms hold a bunch of insomniacs. Many of these kids spend their nights in the common room, wide awake.

Some of those nights are quiet, boring, and annoying. Most nights… aren’t.

Mostly because UA’s teachers are idiots. And because they tend to waltz into the 1-A dorms in the dead of night with problems they don’t want to admit they have.

These are five completely normal nights in 1-A’s common room.

Or: 4 times the UA teachers need help from their students, and 1 time it’s actually the other way around.”

Adorable. The teachers are a mess. As they should be. With what they have to put up with.

Five Kittens and an Uphill Battle by tricklesnitz

Status: Complete

Ships: Aizawa/Yamada

Rated: G

Word Count: 9K

Summary: ““Honestly, I’d have to write up everyone involved with this,” Aizawa continues. “But…” He pauses, eyeing the bed. “Does that bed warm up, or is that Todoroki’s job? How old are they? How will you feed them if Kouda can’t find the mother? Do you have kitten formula if they aren’t weaned?”

AKA: Class 1-A finds kittens, and caring for them becomes a class projects.”

It’s SO CUTE. They got so attached to the babies and Baku was actually kinda nice. So that’s nice.

Puppet Master by KrumbleKitty

Status: In Progress

Rated: N/A (I’d probably rate it T or just slightly higher)

Word Count: 361K

Summary: “Quirks. Superpowers that most anyone holds nowadays. Quirks can range from anything from running a millisecond faster to the strength to change the weather with just one punch from the wind pressure it generates. Quirks are everything. Quirks define who you are. Every child is elated to discover their quirk and find out who they truly are. This happens around the ripe age of four years old. Some are natural-born heroes. Others are perfect for other occupations such as baking or being an artist. With such a high hope for the future that a quirk brings, one would think they would be happy to discover theirs and reveal just how useful they can be.

But…

What happens when your quirk dictates you as nothing more than a doll to be used by others?

Izuku Midoriya found out four-years-old that not all people are created equally.

He found out when he drew the short end of the stick of luck and ended up with a quirk worse than quirklessness.

He's dealt with it long enough.

Now it's time for Izuku to take hold of his own strings and stop letting others control his life. He won't be a doll forever.”

I absolutely adore this fic. The ACI are hilarious together (you’ll understand if you read it). The beginning is rough. Because abuse is a thing. And then it gets better. And then it gets so much worse so quickly. We’re on the road to recovery right now (77 chapters in) but still kinda painful.

[bnhabadass]

BNHA Halloween Day 2 - Full Moon

@bnha-halloween2019 | Day [2]: [Full Moon] / [Hawks x Dabi] | [Teen] | [Cursing]

Dabi’s ideal date was a night on the town; stop by a bar and take a few shots, play a few rounds of poker provided someone was willing to bet against him, stab a few people, and maybe hook up in the bathroom if he was lucky. And he was almost always lucky.

But a night in the woods was not what he had expected when Hawks begged to take him out for a night. Yet here Dabi was carrying a dismantled tent in one hand and a cooler in the other.

Hawks strutted ahead carrying small duffle bag with both of their clothes in it, and both of their sleeping bags were tossed over his shoulder. “It shouldn’t be too much farther,” he said.

And Dabi groaned after hearing that. It had been the fourth time he said it that hour, and of course Dabi was getting impatient. “I think we have different definitions of ‘too much farther,’” he said.

The walk took another five minutes. The full moon was shining against Dabi’s piercings, making them look sharper than they actually are. Dabi was tired, but his scars prevented any bags under his eyes from showing. “Why couldn’t you have pick a closer spot? Or at least flown over so wouldn’t get, you know, lost.”

The emphasis on the word “lost” didn’t go unnoticed by Hawks, and he smirked when they finally stopped at the campsite. “How can we be lost when we’re already here?” he said. He turned over to Dabi, smirk still on his face. Dabi rolled his eyes and dropped the cooler and tent on the ground.

The campsite was very small, almost as if it were made just for a family of four or five. There was a small grill box where Dabi prepared their food, using his quirk of course, while Hawks pitched the tent. It didn’t take long before they were sitting in front of the campfire eating dinner.

They ate in silence for the most part. This might have been a mistake, Dabi thought as neither of them had said much to the other that night.

“When you watch the moon,” Hawks said, looking up, “do you ever get that creepy feeling that something’s looking back?”

Dabi couldn’t help but laugh. “Jesus Christ, Hawks. Stop being so fucking emo.”

Hawks looked at the man sitting next to him with a half-lidded expression. A lazy smirk made its way onto his face. “You’re one to talk, hair dye.”

“Hair dye. That’s original.” Dabi took another bite into the burger he had prepared earlier. “At least I’m not the one who looks like he wears copious amounts of eyeliner every goddamn day.”

Hawks grimaced. “Chew with your mouth closed for crying out loud.” He looked down at his sneakers.

Dabi took notice of this. He took another bite, chewing and swallowing very slowly before speaking up. “I’m sorry,” he said. “Am I boring you?” the sultry look in his eyes and the sarcasm dripping from his words didn’t seem to phase Hawks, but they definitely did something to him.

Hawks looked up at him from the corner of his eye. “Not at all.” A wolf howled in the night, but the two of them stayed where they were, eyes locked on each other.

“Good,” Dabi said. “So tell me, why did you want to take me out tonight? I don’t mind really. This just isn’t my normal scene.”

A faint smirk drew itself onto Hawk’s face. “I know,” he said. “I heard you outside the bathroom in Kurogiri’s bar last week. You’re pretty vicious aren’t you, Todoroki.”

Dabi’s face faltered. “What, so you took me out here because of that?” Anger was probably the best word to describe what he was feeling at that moment. Anger, fear, and a slight bit of relief, knowing that someone else knew. But why should he feel relieved? That was his information, his identity that he didn’t want anyone else to know about. Unless…

“I wanted to take you out,” Hawks said, glancing up at the moon, “because the stars are really pretty this time of year.” He didn’t address how angry and rage induced Dabi looked at that moment. He just smiled up at the stars and at the full moon above them. “But yeah. I guess that whole family situation you got there is interesting too.”

Dabi couldn’t tell if it was betrayal he was feeling or something else. He couldn’t stand the smug look on Hawks’ face as he refused to even look at him. Look at me, he thought. Take your eyes off of that goddamn moon for one second and look at me.

Hawks eyes wandered off the moon and onto Dabi. He was smoking from his scars, the metal on his skin radiating a sharp sort of heat. “It’s a joke,” he said, cracking an even bigger smile. “I just wanted to see how you’d react.”

“If that’s a joke your sense of humor is pretty dull.”

Hawks couldn’t help but laugh. “That’s pretty funny, Dabi.” He looked back up at the moon, smile still on his face.

“What do you see looking back?” Dabi asked, annoyed that he kept looking up and not keeping his eyes on him.

“Hmm? Oh. I’m not actually sure. I just know that when I’m up there it feels like I have a weird connection with the moon. Like we’re closer in a way.” He scoffed at himself. “It’s ridiculous I know.”

“Must be nice,” Dabi said, rolling his eyes. What he meant by that he wasn’t sure of entirely. What he did know was that he was not prepared for Hawks to grab him with a death grip from behind and fly up into the air. “Fuck Hawks let me go!”

“If I let you go now you’ll just pummel to your death!” he shouted.

The air was cool and Dabi didn’t really mind once he stopped thrashing around. In all honesty he didn’t mind being held in Hawks’ arms like that. He would even go as far as saying that he kind of liked it. But Hawks didn’t need to know that.

“Isn’t this fun!” he said, flying through the air over other campsites, past parking lots and other stores.

“I guess it’s not that bad,” Dabi mumbled.

“Don’t worry,” Hawks said. “I’ve got you.” He swooped down and back up again, flying them higher than before. Any bystander would see the silhouette of a bird glistening against the full moon’s light, but up close they wouldn’t believe what they would see. The world’s number two hero holding on tightly to a B rank villain, neither of them fighting one another. And that was okay with them.

“So,” Dabi said, breaking their silence.

“Your secret’s safe with me,” Hawks said, knowing exactly what was on the man’s mind. He fluttered his wings and swung around, laning right where they were at the campsite. He didn’t, however, let go for another few seconds. “Just don’t tell Endeavor I was with you. He’d kill me if he knew I was going out with a villain.”

Dabi sneered at him, but he didn’t disregard the “going out” comment.

Hawks couldn’t help but laugh again. “Come on, man,” he said. “It’s just another joke!”

[tk-duveraun]

"I’ll distract them. run — run and don’t look back.” Cassmos

Ilenaquisition AU - Terenti and Vasili join a lot earlier.

“If this is the afterlife, the Chantry owes me an apology. This looks nothing like the Maker’s bosom,” Garrett Hawke said before jumping down onto the… biggest piece of ground. It was difficult to tell. He was one of the few to land with any sort of grace. He drew his staff and lit the end, but the light did nothing to illuminate the Fade. Everything was a milky green miasma.

Cassandra dusted herself off after ensuring that no one had seen her land on her face. She pulled her garnet magic focus out of her pocket and squeezed it tightly enough that that silver housing bit into the thick leather of her glove. It cast a red shadow back on her armor, but similarly did nothing to lighten the Fade.

She glanced around. Aside from the Champion of Kirkwall, she added a derisive to the title, she had to deal with both Sokolovs, the Inquisitor, whose fault this entire endeavor was and Amos. Why the giant wasn’t with Merula, Cassandra neither knew nor cared. She was simply relieved she wasn’t going to have to deal with the sniveling failure of Tevinter teachings.

The Sokolov twins were bickering.

One fewer failure of Tevinter teachings.

“Shut up, mortals,” a demon said. It had materialized behind the twins and loomed as wide as it was tall. It wore a crown. Cassandra blinked at it several times before realizing it was George. That certainly explained its- his bizarre way of speaking. She wrinkled her nose. She certainly hoped Sokolov’s pet Fear demon wasn’t going to materialize as well. It was far more difficult to deal with.

Cassandra didn’t bother listening as the spirit masquerading as the late White Divine explained some ridiculous grand quest that the silly little Inquisitor seemed to take seriously. Finding memories, what a sham. She looked up at Amos and recognized the suppressed worry in the shallow crease in his brow and the tension in his neck. He caught her eye, glanced at George and then nodded.

She responded with tilt of her chin and a momentary sneer. She replaced her magical focus in its pouch and followed behind Terenti Sokolov - the more annoying one - as they progressed further into the Fade. Her silverite hilt felt heavy in her hand. She shifted her gait to compensate for the weight of it, but left it without its magic blade.

“Inquisitor, how rude of you to bring strangers into my lair. And after I was so nice as to remove your memories,” the Nightmare demon said.

“My peons are no strangers to you,” George replied. “Many a time, I have had to banish you from their dreams.”

“You are weak now that you’ve renounced your nature as Wisdom, Hunger,” the Nightmare said, its voice piercing through Cassandra’s chest like a blast of Frost magic.

“My name is George!” Sokolov’s demon howled with such volume, everyone’s eardrums would have burst if they had been in the real world. Cassandra grimaced and looked over at Amos, who had both hands over his ears and his head tilted downward.

She touched his elbow and waited for him to acknowledge her. “Ignore it. It is not real. You give it power with your mind. The more you find it painful the more painful it becomes.”

That that was circular logic and nigh unactionable, Cassandra refused to acknowledge. For his part, Amos seemed unconcerned. Though his face was screwed up in concentration, most of the pain was gone and the tension slowly left his neck and jaw. George had disappeared by the time Cassandra looked back at the Sokolov twins. They were impossible to miss - their blond hair glowed nearly white in Fade. Vasili’s blood magic seemed to be out of his control. The visible tattoos flashed and blinked with power.

Cassandra lit the blade of her sword with magic. While it was usually blood red light, it materialized as… metal. For the first time truly unsettled, Cassandra swallowed, but kept her weapon ready.

The Nightmare was speaking again. “I won’t let Hunger distract me,” the demon ignored Vasili’s shouted ‘He’s an Avarice demon!’ “You still need to introduce me to your friends, Ghilenan. All of them.” It laughed and its presence dimmed as fearlings converged on the mortals.

Though she had strong mental resistance, in the Fade Cassandra couldn’t fight off the Nightmare directly and the formless demons quickly transformed into giant scorpions. She froze for an instant, remembering  them converging around the short platform on which- She bit through her tongue and blinked her eyes to banish the memory. What Amos saw, she didn’t know, but whatever the creatures were, they were taller than her scorpions, judging by the angle of his blows.

It was difficult for her to keep proper track of the fight when his strikes impacted her enemies despite visually not being anywhere near. She was more than half tempted to close her eyes and fight blind, relying on her other senses and magic to guide her. When she slashed the last scorpion in half, Cassandra straightened and examined her blade. It was still as disturbingly corporeal as it had been when she summoned it. The gore splattered across it was also real. She frowned, unsure what to do. Usually a good shake or banishing the blade of magic would remove the detritus.

Amos pressed a rag on her shoulder before wiping his own blade down. Without turning to him, Cassandra nodded and cleaned her weapon. He took the rag back from her, but even as he pulled it away, the demon flesh dissolved back into the misty green miasma that hung around them. She frowned at it before continuing forward.

“Magister Sokolov.. Have you ever considered that it might you that brings about the death of everyone you love?”

Though she didn’t want to look, Cassandra saw Terenti off to the side of the group picking his nose. “Hmm? What was that? Sorry, I couldn’t hear you.” In the most dramatic way possible, Sokolov’s Fear demon materialized as if it were bursting out of his back. It hovered above him and spread its arms wide, appearing as a cloud of blackness with glowing red eyes.

The Nightmare hissed its displeasure and released another wave of fearlings against them. Instead of retreating, it lashed out with another attack. “You know nothing, little Lord Sokolov. Second in everything, but especially in your mind. Silly little boy can’t even accept his mother’s fate.”

Sokolov howled in response, his tattoos all lighting at once.

Cassandra rolled her eyes.

“Do you think you are perfect, little Cass?” The Nightmare asked next. She could feel its presence hovering just over her shoulder. Muscles spasming from the effort, Cassandra held herself as relaxed as possible while the taunts continued and the fearlings pressed forward. “If you’d been perfect, she might’ve let you out of the cage earlier.”

Amos tensed next to her, causing him to take a wound from the fearlings, but it wasn’t a poisoned pierce that she would expect from the scorpions she fought. Whatever it was that materialized for him had jaws and fangs made for ripping and tearing, though his armor took the brunt of the attack. Before she could switch her concentration back to the Nightmare demon, a second presence crashed against her mind. Cassandra hissed in a breath of recognition.

As suddenly as the demon appeared, it materialized. Partially underneath her. Cassandra was lifted high into the Fade’s ‘air’ by Pride. It held her aloft in one giant hand. “You called.”

“I did no such thing,” Cassandra said. Her throat wanted to tighten, but in the Fade will had final control of any action and she would not let Pride take her. “Stand down. This engagement is beneath you.”

“What a clever little Magister. Knows all of the right things to say. Go then. I will wait. I am always waiting.” Pride disappeared without another word, leaving Cassandra to fall back onto the black rocks below.

Unlike when she’d first arrived in the Fade, Cassandra landed perfectly on her feet, eating the impact with force magic pressing beneath her. She met Amos’ eyes as she stepped back into the group and there was fear there, but for her, not of her. Good. There was work left to be done with him, but not so much as she’d thought.

No one else had missed the exchange either, though Sokolov - the magister - attempted to say something before the Inquisitor jabbed him in the stomach with her staff.

“You will leave one with me, won’t you, Inquisitor?” The Nightmare asked. “He’s not even a person, after all. Doesn’t even know Amos isn’t really a name.”

Cassandra ignored Pride’s loud chuckle. She knew it had aimed the sound to her head alone and it did not require her acknowledgement of the message. She clenched her jaw and pushed Amos forward a few steps with far greater ease than it would take in the mortal realm. It was all will and strength of mind. When she returned her focus to the rest of the Inquisitor’s party, Ilena was in the middle of grasping the last of her stolen memories.

The spirit wearing Divine Justinia’s shape prattle on with more ridiculous Chantry rhetoric about hope and faith and the power of belief. Cassandra ignored it, waiting to push forward towards the rift that would lead them out of the Fade. Just as they approached it, Nightmare howled its displeasure and sent out its most powerful lieutenant. She recognized its shape as Fear, one of strength similar to Sokolov’s pet, before it transformed.

Though she closed her eyes at the moment of the demon’s transformation she knew what she would see when she opened them. And she was not disappointed. Tyche Hyal stood before her in full Magisterium regalia. She wondered if anyone else saw her, too; Tyche had ruled Asariel with terror and pain.

But perhaps not.

Cassandra bared her teeth and struck out as viciously at this shadow as she had in the flesh. As with the fearlings, the others’ attacks weren’t limited to the shape Cassandra could see of their enemy. Even though this demon was larger than Tyche had been in life, Sokolov’s bright bolts of magic shattered against nothingness over her head. The battle tore at Cassandra’s spirit as her too-physical sword had no affect on her mother. Tears streaked her face when the demon collapsed into a pile of smoldering robes. The rift leading back to Adamant fortress pulsed.

Magister Sokolov was the first one through it, to no one’s surprise. The other Sokolov was hot on his heels with the Nightmare demon materialized in what it probably thought was all of its majesty. Cassandra didn’t find it particularly frightening and wondered why it couldn’t change their individual perception of- She fell to her knees as its will assaulted her mind.

The next thing she knew, Amos was pulling her to her feet. He tried to push her towards the rift, but the conviction and sheer desire he had to get her there made the push a throw that had her halfway through it before she could react. He wasn’t even looking at her when he said, “I’ll distract it. Run. Run and don’t look back.”

Cassandra opened her mouth to protest, but Sokolov shoved her through the rift before she could say anything. She swung her weapon to cut him in half, but back in the real world it had returned to a simple hilt. Before Cassandra could reignite the magic, Sokolov was shoved out of the rift’s mouth by the Champion and the Inquisitor. She nearly murdered Ilena when she raised the anchor to seal it.

Thankfully for the Inquisitor, and perhaps all of Thedas, Amos was thrown bodily out of it just as it closed.

Inquisition forces rejoiced around them and the Inquisitor and the Wardens had some kind of verbal confrontation, but Cassandra paid them no mind. She waited for her heartrate to slow and then she stepped carefully over to where Amos was still sprawled against the stone. The wound on his arm was still ragged and open, but he hadn’t managed to acquire any new ones after tossing her aside.

Once he met her eyes, Cassandra said only, “Do not think I will allow myself to be handled as such again.”

He had no answer for her.