I Will Sell My Soul To You YES PUH LEASE

GUYS PLS. I NEED TO READ SOMETHING CUTE WHILE STUDYING FOR FINALS, IF ANYONE KNOWS, WHATS THE FIC WHERE ITS HAWKS X READER AND READER ACCIDENTALLY TAKES HIS COFFEE AND ITS RLLY CUTE???

DESERT DUO MET UP PHOTO IM CRYING SO MUCH

THEY MEAN THE WORLD TO MEEEEE 😭😭😭😭😭

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|| pairing: hawks x gn!reader / keigo takami x gn!reader

|| warnings: misunderstanding </3, keigo's a lovesick fool, oh also you're friends with fuyumi thumbs up, and your an oblivious dummy (ily)

|| btw, you're quirkless and have the job of librarian, and fuyumi is with mirko SMILES!

|| word count: 2.7k

|| Ever since a kid, you weren't exactly in love with the idea of being a hero. Sure, it was weird to be like that around people who constantly wanted to be heroes, even having some hero relatives. But you were never one to be interested. Always to scary! Getting results of being quirkless just further cemented your interest in being anything but a hero.

|| Being quirkless as a kid made you prone to being an easy target, so as a kid you kept to yourself. Scared to talk to a lot of people, finding comfort in small hobbies, one of those hobbies being reading! You spent most of your time in school with your nose stuck in a book. You loved to read, mostly dramas and fantasy books.. But you also loved romance books, but it didn't seem realisitc. No wonder you became a librarian! You work at a pretty big library in Mustafu. One of your regulars being a white haired girl with small red parts in her hair and grey eyes. She seemed nice, she brought you a cookie somedays from the cafe across the street.

|| Soon enough, you came to become friends with her, finding out her name was Fuyumi Todoroki. The last name sounded familiar, but you just couldn't for the life of you place your finger on it. The two of you would text and call everyday, even for a short amount of time. It was nice! Refreshing even! One day, she invited you over for tea! Awesome!

|| Fuyumi gave you the address, thankfully she said there wouldn't be anyone else joining you both. Everyone, her little brothers and dad were outta the house so the two of you could just have tea peacefully, talk about books, or watch a movie!.... At least that's what you thought. You were in the middle of sipping on some nice peach tea, talking about the hardships of getting to work on time, which felt impossible due to the villain attacks, when all of a sudden..

|| DING! || The doorbell. Fuyumi sighed and excused herself, it was probably some mail or something. Maybe her little brother ordered something off of Amazon with her dad's credit card again. At least, that's what she assumed so. Imagine her dismay when she found her girlfriend and her girlfriend's best friend, asking to crash at her place for a bit... oh! How fun.

|| You just sat in the dining room sipping on tea as you scrolled through your phone, mentally preparing yourself to excuse yourself and go home to your bed and hide under the covers while crying over fictional stories. However, that seemed nearly impossible when Fuyumi introduced you to these two... Really pretty people.

|| "So, uh, this is my girlfriend, Rumi," Fuyumi pointed at Mirko, or well Rumi. She was tall, like really tall, and had really long white hair and rabbit ears, that was really cool. Yeah she looked like a hero. "And this is Hawks, her best friend"

|| Fuyumi pointed at the blonde man as he waved to you. You waved back. Okay, listen, meeting new people was hard enough. Meeting new people unexpectedly was harder. Meeting two most pro heroes you KNEW were in the top ten. Oh boy, that seemed near impossible. You, of course stood up and introduced yourself, shaking both of the heroes hands.. Hawks had surprisingly soft hands.

|| You ended up staying at Fuyumi's place for a while longer. Getting to know the two. Of course, Fuyumi and Rumi were all over each other, it was cute. Rumi always had an arm around Fuyumi's shoulders, or be holding her hand. God they were both adorable together! The four of you ended up having tea together, small snacks, and even helped make dinner. You accidentally brushed against Hawks a few times but that's neither here nor there.

|| Near the end of the night, Rumi and Fuyumi pretty much talked amongst each other, forcing you and Hawks to converse. It was pretty hard, to be honest. I mean, you've seen Hawks on the streets doing his hero work, and he's been on the news couple of times.. His speech at the billboard charts was entertaining to say the least. In addition his agency was pretty close to the library you worked at, so seeing him wasn't a shock. He just seemed... Different than how he presented himself out in the streets. He seemed more approachable here? You didn't know, maybe all heroes were like that. Just look at Ms. Rumi "is the number 5 hero who's snuggling up against her girlfriend as if she was a cat" Usagiyama.

|| "So, what're some of your hobbies?" That caught you off guard, honestly you were starting to zone out as you stared at some shit movie but were pulled back to reality by the.. Wow he had really pretty eyes. They looked like they were glowing in the dark, of course they weren't it was just bright in contrast to the shadows, but damn Hawks.

|| "Oh, uh-" You scrambled to find your words, trying to rack your brain. You had a lot of hobbies, some niche some not, so it was hard to keep track of them. "Reading" you stammered out.

|| "Cool," Hawks chuckled and nodded. Oh it was like you were in high school again failing socially as the popular kid tried to talk to you during some sort of group project. "I never really have the time to read."

|| You blinked, a little surprised as you tilted your head slightly to the side. "But I've seen you carry around that uh, Meta Liberation War book all the time? I-I mean, like, I see you promoting it to other heroes! Or something-" Jesus christ, now you looked like a stalker. 'I've seen you carry that around all the time.' You were fumbling your words, you were fumbling so hard.

|| Thankfully, Hawks just found it entertaining, and somewhat endearing. He just let out a small chuckle and waved his hand in the air dismissively. "It's the only book I've really read all the way through. Don't have the time" He shrugged. Made sense, he was a big hero, of course he wouldn't have time to read too much.

|| You two kept talking about random shit you don't even know you were saying before you left home, Hawks offered to fly you home but you assured him you had a car.. As tempting as it sounded. You, Rumi and Hawks.. Huh, what was his real name again? Whatever, the three of you exchanged numbers and said your goodbyes. Damn, two top ten pro heroes seemed nicer than how they looked, makes sense. Heroes, duh.

|| The next few weeks were entertaining to say the least. It was pretty normal, except Hawks would visit your library, bringing small treats for you at a few times. It would be extra nice if Fuyumi visited and brought a small treat for you too! Oh, having friends was lovely. You saw Hawks way more than Fuyumi at this point, whether it be for 5 minutes to hanging out your whole lunch break. Seems like the pro hero took a liking to you! AS FRIENDS! As friends.... As friends.

|| Eventually, he did end up telling you his name, Keigo Takami, after a bunch of nagging. He made you swear on your life you wouldn't share it with the public, the commission would kill him. You didn't understand why, but if it made him feel better, you kept your mouth shut. Plus, it didn't make much difference, after getting more comfortable around each other you called him "birdie" as a funny nickname. Hell, his name on your phone was "birdie" for crying out loud. Might as well change his name to birdie legally. (He was tempted to.)

|| After a few months of being friends, you and Hawks went to the carnival with Rumi and Fuyumi. It was really fun!... Except you were really bad with crowded areas. GOD FUCKING DAMNIT! No, no, you'll be fine, you told yourself, you'll be with your friends! It won't be so bad.

|| ... You know that audio on tiktok where it says "Wow, I haven't stubbed my toe in five months!" yeah. That's what it felt like. You were expecting a fun, high adrenaline, messy food filled day with minimum crowds. Holy shit the place was packed and Keigo and Rumi were asked for autographs half the time. You and Fuyumi just stood there, waiting for them to be done half the time. At one point, the both of you were told to just ditch them to get some food cause there were so many people. I mean, what did they really expect? Not to get swarmed by fans? (yes.)

|| Thankfully, you found peace in some rides, Hawks had to be in the back since his wings were.. Gigantic. You accompanied him, while Fuyumi and Rumi, ever the adrenaline junkies, sat at the front of each ride.

|| Imagine this, you're sitting in the back of the rollercoaster, Keigo right besides you as you both scream your heads off at every bump and turn. But at one drop, one really REALLY steep drop, you just couldn't take it and instinctively grabbed onto Keigo, hiding your face in his jacket as you screamed while the rollercoaster rode down. Unfortunately for you, it was the last bit of the rollercoaster, so once the ride was over, your face was still nicely pressed into his shoulder. OH GOD, YOU WERE FUMBLING SOCIALLY AGAIN. You panicked and let go of him, rushing to get out of the seat, profusely apologizing. Before he could get a word in, you excused yourself to the bathroom to let yourself calm down.

|| Unaware to you, Keigo just stood there like a dumbass, holding the place where your face was and had this dumb smile on his face, not realizing he had to move until Rumi yelled at him and dragged him by the wings. Ouch. Okay, to be completely honest, Keigo... Yes, Keigo had a small (giant), itty bitty (absolutely humungous) crush on you. Did he say anything? No. But he did things that would.. Maybe give him a boost in winning over your affections.

|| The treats he gave you every other day? He made sure to get the ones that reminded him most of you. Small trinket gifts? Some of those costed more than he should be spending, but who cares he was a rich hero! (the commission cared.) Hanging out with you during lunch breaks? He just loved seeing you smile as you talked about new books, he'd skip any meeting he had just to see you. Unless someone yelled at him-

|| You, being the dummy you are (im sure none of you are dumb, ily), didn't pick up on any of these signs cause you're oblivious and way to bad at social cues to actually see what he was doing. At one point Fuyumi brought up the mere idea that he might be flirting with you and you immediately perished.

|| He's the number two hero for crying out loud! Models, other heroes, singers, I'm sure everyone wanted to be with him!! Why would he want a quirkless nobody librarian? That's what you think. But to him, you were the realest person he's ever had the pleasure of being friends with. Not wanting him for his money, looks, or even status of being a hero. It was.. Really nice.

|| Anyways, back to the carnival, the rest of the day went pretty good, but you made sure to avoid eye contact with Keigo or if Keigo tried talking to you, you gave small nervous answers before switching the subject and talk to Fuyumi... That wasn't.. Okay, whatever, it's whatever, Keigo thought, they probably just wanna talk to the others more. It made sense! Fuyumi has known you longer than Keigo, it's whatever.

|| But after the carnival your dynamic shifted, you seemed more distant. More nervous and skittish around him, always on the move, not staying in one spot. If he brought lunch, you made excuses to keep moving through the library aisles instead of sit down with him. If he brought a sweet treat, you'd tell him to put it on your desk while you had to organize some books.. He was confused at this, really confused. Did he do something to upset you? Did you not wanna be friends anymore?

|| That's all that was going through his head, so after a week of this happening, he made sure you were home, his schedule was finally free, he bought two books he remember you said you wanted and some snacks. He put on his leather jacket, that he remembered you said you loved, and went to your place. It was much smaller than his place (he lived in a damned penthouse for crying out loud.), but it was homey. He loved it, he loved visiting you in it. Anyways, he knocked at your door and-

|| "Keigo?" He loved when you said his name. Always so gentle when speaking. Keigo took a deep breath as he shifted in place, he was always so nervous around you. Even if you couldn't see it.

|| "Can we talk?"

|| You invited him in, palms sweaty and fidgety mess now. Oh gods, he was probably mad. But why did he bring over a bag of.. Well whatever was in it. You knew if he said he didn't wanna see you again, you knew you'd cry. Probably. So you mentally prepared yourself as you made some tea for the two of you. Having tea together was one of Keigo's favourite things.

|| Once you settled in, he first handed you the bag.. Oh. It was the books you wanted.. He remembered. And it was the small candies you absolutely adored. Oh, Keigo.

|| "Are you mad at me?"

||.. What?? You looked at him dumbfounded, did he really think you were mad at him?? If anything he should be mad at you! For avoiding him and being, well, you!

|| "N-No," You mentally kicked yourself at stuttering. "Wait, why do you think I am?"

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"Well you've been avoiding me for the past week, you're always so fidgety around me and.. I dunno, I thought I did something." Keigo said, looking down at his hands as he spoke. Guilt starting to drip into your heart as you heard his words. That.. That wasn't your intention! You were just embarrassed with what happened at the carnival, and in all honesty, you did have a crush on him. A big one, and you didn't know what to do. He seemed so out of your league!

"I didn't-" You started, taking a sharp inhale before speaking again. "I'm sorry, that wasn't-" "You don't need to apologize" "No, no I do, I was being a bad friend, I shouldn't have-"

"If I made you uncomfortable at a-" "Make me uncomfortable? You could never, I was scared I made you.." "I feel safe around you."

You both sit in silence for a moment. You were both nervous wrecks when it came to each other.

" I was embarrassed.. By how I acted on the rollercoaster, I didn't mean to.. Be so close to you" You muttered, your face flushed from embarrassment. Both of the incident and of admitting it.

Keigo just stared at you with those bright eyes of his. Oh, they looked like the sun. Just like the stories you read, you felt like Icarus flying to close to him. Thinking you'll end up burnt in the end.

"I want you close to me." You blinked a couple of times, your face flushing more than before. Was he being serious? You bit your bottom lip as you looked away from him.

"Can I kiss you?" Keigo asked quietly, his brows furrowed and his cheeks dusted a light pink. Okay, he'll take the leap of faith. Praying it doesn't backfire on him. You, on the other hand, your mind is going a billion miles an hour, wondering if this was a joke or just him being Keigo.. But he was being genuine... You nodded.

The second you did, he cupped your face gently with his soft hands and pulled you into a small kiss.

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|| After much talking, you both cleared up the misunderstandings and.. Started dating! YIPPEE! Oh my god, colours became brighter, the birds were singing louder, the sun was smiling down on you. Everything felt right.

|| Maybe those romance books were realistic.

.... So... This is the biggest fic I've made. Idk what got over me. But i love this smiles. also, i didnt make mha christmas stuff sorry chat <//3

I read the bachelorette au dabihawks fic and fucking hell I might be a dabihawks shipper now

tfw you're boyfriend talks more to his friends than you, even in vc, and you feel like a third wheel in you own relationship

Mutually Assured Destruction

1k hurt/no comfort desert duo angst. Mild mentions of death, almost like domestic abuse but like, flavored funny. Idk. I don't believe in betas so if this is bad I'm sorry. Anyway!! Enjoy!!

The first death was an accident, the second was revenge. 

Grian was more than happy to share his monopoly with his soulmate, At odds constantly or not, they were still soulmates, and business partners at that. So he shared the sand, and he was even excited when they crafted tnt together. It was a new era, a dangerous era. The other soulbonds better watch out. There was something oddly nice about creating weapons of mass destruction as the strings connecting you pull back and forth. It was almost peaceful. Maybe he could share his life with Scar after all. 

This thought was ripped away from him when he stepped on the block. There was no indication he’d done something wrong, no click, no pressure plate compressing, not even the sound of a rail cart. Just a hiss and darkness. 

Well. Not quite, before the darkness came the pain, came the ground being ripped from underneath him and the searing ever present sensation of being ripped limb from limb. His wings had opened, attempting to pull him from the blast; they had not opened fast enough. Every feather on his wings had singed and burned. He felt every single fiber, sending shocks through him. He felt only the shock and surprise coming from Scar’s end. He did not have time to process anything other than the burning before the dark screen came. 

He stared at the message in awe, dropped into a random spot in the world. It was nearly nighttime. 

Grian Blew up

GoodTimeWithScar died

The chat was filled with messages, asking about traps and what happened. How did Grian explain that it had been in his own base? There was only one other pair of red names on the server, and they wouldn’t do this to him. Surely not. Big B was his secret soulmate. He wouldn’t hurt him. 

Besides, he was the only one with enough tnt to do something like that. Well him and . . .Scar. How could Scar be so stupid? Setting a trap where he knew Grian would walk. He would almost think it was intentional. He stewed on that for a while, as he made his way back to the base. Trying not to die to a variety of mobs. He sent and received a variety of minor hits. Nothing too serious, but enough to let each other know how stupid they had been. 

They met at the base, down in the crater, trying to look for anything that hadn’t exploded. Grian was hoping to recover some of his armor, his weapons. Just something. He was out of luck, at least their valuables (the sand and tnt) were safely stored away. Scar looked incredibly embarrassed, especially considering the mess the trap had made. He had apparently swung by where he had died to retrieve his armor and sword. 

“Sorry Gri!”

“Why did you trap our base!” Grian couldn’t help the anger and indignation that colored his voice.

“It was meant to just be a test! I wanted to see if it would work. How was I supposed to know you’d come back to the base before I could get a sheep to set it off?” The edge of annoyance in his voice only made Grian angerier. 

“You could’ve warned me Scar!! We’re yellow now because you.”

“Me? You stepped on the trap. You blew up.” 

There wasn’t anything sheepish or shy about Scar now, he was angry, reaching for a weapon. But that little part of his mind that could still care pulled him away from it. Grian didn’t have a weapon, didn’t have armor. He ripped his off with a speed that must’ve been practiced, he shoved the current item in his hand into his inventory. This would be an even fight, if only for the sake of proving his point. 

“You gonna hit me Scar? Like a child? Go ahead. It’s your life too.”  There’s a look in Grian’s eyes, a sort of burning, that tells Scar this won’t be a one off thing. This is war. 

So he swung. Because war was something. Was some sort of turn of events, was a way of dealing, a way of breaking the tension. The sound Grian made was almost satisfying, a huff of air and a small gasp of pain. Scar squared up, and it was oddly reminiscent of a very different battle. But they were allies then. They meant something to each other, there wasn’t this well of unspeakable anger. There wasn’t this uncrossable void. He feels the pain through their line, a single heart of damage, still enough to sting. 

Grian pulls back to swing and the move pulls Scar towards him, putting him easily in range. Scar could curse that string. It’s supposed to be a safety net, pull your soulbound out of danger, protect them at any cost. The hit comes when he’s too busy thinking to get out of the way. 

Another heart, how many more is Grian worth? 

He pulls on Grian’s fist, turning a little as he does so, dodging, but also yanking him around. Grian’s bird bones make him fragile, slamming into the wall comes with a sound not unlike falling through twigs in a tree. He squawks loudly, one wing hanging uselessly against his body. 

His screech is blood curdling, and he lashes out with sharp claws, raking them across Scar’s face, reopening long closed wounds. The pain was dizzying, knocking them both half a heart from death. He wonders if he should plead for his life, but the vindictive look on Grian’s face tells him there will be no mercy. He doesn’t deserve mercy after all. 

What has Scar ever done to deserve mercy? 

There is a moment where he thinks Grian will stop. Perhaps he thinks there will be some hesitation. Surely there would be some hesitation. Is your life worth destroying your enemy? Inevitably linked at the cost of your own soul. Does Grian value it all so little that he would destroy himself in the pursuit of destroying Scar? 

It never should’ve been a question, the answer has always proven yes. 

The Last blow doubles and triples, rebounding back and forth in waves of inevitablity, in waves of shame and barely restrained emotions. It bounces around the empty tie like a screensaver, like a constant reminder that this device is on. Do not forget. Do not burn out the battery and leave it alone. 

GoodTimeWithScar was slain by Grian

Grian died

Scar opened his eyes alone, his heart red like the cord attaching him to his enemy. They were meant to be friends. At least there was one thing he could always count on. No matter how close they were meant to be, Grian and Scar would always destroy one another.

YOOO CONGRATS ON 1K !!! <333 i’ll totally send in an ask for funsies hehehe (but ofc no pressure to write it!)

sooo how abt a one shot with reader and teenage hawks (like 17 or 18? but definitely before he has his official hero debut) and him and her started as partners at the commission, but they click from the start and are total trauma bonded best friends to lovers

ANYWAYS THEY’RE TRAINING TOGETHER BC THEIR HERO DEBUTS ARE COMING UP SOON AND SO THEY SPAR 🤗 he flirts, she flirts, he get flustered, she pins him and wins the match, they both go quiet and stare at each other longer than “just friends” would—

the age old story that i eat up every time tbh 😪 bonus points if he confesses and lands an actual non-platonic date with her, but i’ll leave it up to youuu <3

impending lovers.

hawks

-from partners in the commission, to friends, and maybe something more.

part of my 1k event! submit your asks!

‘ready to get your ass beat today birdboy?’

keigo stands around 15 paces in front of you, an amused look on his face.

‘i thought i told you to stop calling me that’

the gym is empty other than you two, it gives you the ability to speak freely, act freely, a small sense of freedom. but only when it’s just you and him.

you had originally thought it best to ignore him, all those years ago when he was brought into the commission just a couple of months after you were.

he was.. a distraction.

you think he still is.

but when he smiled at you on the first day you met him you knew it was no use.

‘you finally decided on a hero name?’

‘oh um yeah- i think im going for hawks.’

hawks. it suited him. it felt powerful, matched his huge- beautiful red wings. it’s why you had suggested it in the first place.

‘you went for my suggestion huh?’

he looks away- maybe a little embarrassed. bashful and blushing at your realisation that he picked the only name you suggested.

it’s always been like this. you tease and you laugh, border on flirting until- nothing. nothing ever happens, your beginning to think nothing ever will, although that’s probably for the best.

‘of course i did- come on, we’re wasting good sparing time’

the first part of his sentence is hushed, whispered, as though he doesn’t want you to hear it.

you don’t comment on it, instead you get into position, fists in front of your face to avoid a potential quick attack from him.

you’ll always find yourself here, standing in front of him, a couple feet away, just slightly out of reach.

he doesn’t count down, instead lunging towards you in one quick movement. you watch his hands, he’s not looking to punch, it’s more of a grab, a push maybe.

you move to the left- not quick enough, he trips you up with the side of his wing but the impact sends you both tumbling in the same direction.

neither of you give up, tossing around on the ground- hands reaching to grab the others in an attempt to stop them moving.

you hook his legs on yours, immobilising his lower half before you climb over him, giving yourself the upper hand.

it’s harder for him to fight you from below you, he’s trying to push you off, but your legs have his in a vice and it becomes clear to him that your not going anywhere.

you have his hands now, pinned together above his head, he’s attempts to move his wings, but their trapped under both of your body weights. you have him.

you haven’t really been looking at him- other than predicting where he was going to put his hands, he’s unmoving now, accepting defeat. it gives you a second to look at him, his face.

he’s staring at you, your faces are alot closer than you thought. your nose is inches from his, you can feel his breath on your face, you can feel his chest rise and fall.

your staring at each other now- and he has this look in his eye, you’ve seen it before, for split seconds. it’s admiration- but there’s something more. he looks almost dazed.

you want to move- but you can’t. there’s nothing holding you down but the idea of ruining this moment- so delicate, soft. it breaks your heart.

you can’t indulge, you’ve never let yourself before. you see him, of course you do. you’ve always saw him.

you see him fly, you see him laugh, and cry- your the only one who ever sees him.

it hurts that he’ll never see you too.

it’s better to push him away, don’t let yourself indulge.

in one quick movement your separated from him, you miss the look of panic in his eyes as he jumps up after you.

walking away, going to grab your water or a rag to dry the sweat, just anything to have a little space from him.

you don’t make it far.

‘wait- stop-!’ his voice is a little frantic- whatever he’s about to do is unplanned.

‘how long are we going to pretend?’

it catches you of guard- he’s gripping your hand, spinning you towards him. the look of upset on his face breaks your heart all over again.

‘what are you talking about?’

he shakes his head, even lets out a little laugh, as though he’s saying something obvious that your not understanding.

but there’s something desperate about the way he’s holding your hand in his, about the uneven breaths he’s letting out, about the way he’s looking at you.

he’s desperate- and suddenly it all makes sense.

‘i can’t keep pretending you don’t mean everything to me.’

The sketch is the best version of the whole thing, as always

Wukong is such a fucking hit or miss for me ugghh---

There is actually a fully rendered version but im just not really in love with it