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point a to point c

“It’s been a while, hasn’t it?”

Gen’s voice is silky smooth, each word a pur, every bit like the smug man he is. No one would ever guess that he’s had at least three mugs of wine, going on four, with how normal he is acting.

When he turned up to your hut, disheveled from the day with a gleam in his eyes, he had said that Senku went crazy, producing as much alcohol as possible for revival fluid the past few weeks. He had taken more than enough for the two of you to drink the night away.

“Mister Scientist and the rest of humanity can survive without a few bottles for the night. We can’t.”

You still don’t know what he meant by that.

His head rests in your lap, as the two of you lounge around the fire you had hastily built. Your back is pressed against a tree, sturdy. The support is very much a need with how boneless and weightless you feel. You probably had just as much to drink as Gen. Probably less, maybe more. You can’t recall.

You hum in late response, entirely too focused on how Gen is fiddling with your fingers on one hand, both of his hands pressing nonsensical shapes onto your palm.

“We need to do this more often, dear.”

“What? Have Senku yell at us for taking a bunch of things without asking?”

He huffs and rolls his eyes. “I’m afraid you’ve gone from point A all the way to point C.”

After taking another sip, you set your mug down and run your free hand through his hair. You swear you feel him shiver as your fingers scrape lightly on his scalp.

His face is flushed from the alcohol. A delicious shade of pink. You know you look no better, but you don’t care. Gen can tell you all about it after.

“You’re missing point B.” His voice is low and wicked, he knows what you’re trying to avoid. He knows that you know he does.

“Stupid Mentalist,” you whisper softly, “don’t you already know my answer?”

He sits up. It’s slow and sudden at the same time, no doubt that both your heads are fuzzy.

Close.

You can smell the tang of the wine in his breath and the scent of something sweeter. Cola probably. He would drink that everyday if Senku allowed it. The drape of his yukata is skewed, slivers of skin.

Your hand moves to cup his face, thumb tracing the jagged scar. Half to help steady him as he swayed in front of you, and half to make sure he doesn’t get any closer. If he did, then you don’t think you could hold back the urge to press him a kiss, hold back from losing yourself in him.

He stares into you intently. You still haven’t answered him properly. Even with his addled brain, he’s still as sharp as ever.

Gen plants one hand on the ground near your hip and the other moves to clutch your free hand, leaning ever closer to you. You can’t look away from him. His lips are red from the wine.

“We should do this more often.”

“Yeah… we should.”

He looks pleased at your breathless answer, eyes crinkling the slightest. Throat bobbing, Gen inches closer and closer until your lips meet.

He kisses you. It’s a hair hesitant, but it’s been a while like he had said.

You kiss him back, hand shifting to the back of his neck, urging to not stop. You’ve missed this.

You’ve missed him.

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your unreliable narrator fucking bit me

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Unusual Asks

Spotify, SoundCloud, or Pandora? 

is your room messy or clean?

what color are your eyes?

do you like your name? why?

what is your relationship status? 

describe your personality in 3 words or less

what color hair do you have?

what kind of car do you drive? color?

where do you shop?

how would you describe your style?

favorite social media account

what size bed do you have? 

any siblings?

if you can live anywhere in the world where would it be? why?

favorite snapchat filter? 

favorite makeup brand(s)

how many times a week do you shower?

favorite tv show?

shoe size?

how tall are you?

sandals or sneakers? 

do you go to the gym? 

describe your dream date

how much money do you have in your wallet at the moment?

what color socks are you wearing? 

how many pillows do you sleep with?

do you have a job? what do you do? 

how many friends do you have? 

whats the worst thing you have ever done? 

whats your favorite candle scent? 

3 favorite boy names

3 favorite girl names

favorite actor? 

favorite actress? 

who is your celebrity crush?

favorite movie? 

do you read a lot? whats your favorite book? 

money or brains? 

do you have a nickname? what is it? 

how many times have you been to the hospital?

top 10 favorite songs

do you take any medications daily? 

what is your skin type? (oily, dry, etc)

what is your biggest fear? 

how many kids do you want? 

whats your go to hair style?

what type of house do you live in? (big, small, etc) 

who is your role model? 

what was the last compliment you received?

what was the last text you sent?

how old were you when you found out santa wasn’t real?

what is your dream car? 

opinion on smoking?

do you go to college? 

what is your dream job? 

would you rather live in rural areas or the suburbs? 

do you take shampoo and conditioner bottles from hotels? 

do you have freckles? 

do you smile for pictures?

how many pictures do you have on your phone? 

have you ever peed in the woods? 

do you still watch cartoons? 

do you prefer chicken nuggets from Wendy’s or McDonalds?

Favorite dipping sauce? 

what do you wear to bed? 

have you ever won a spelling bee?

 what are your hobbies?

can you draw? 

do you play an instrument?

what was the last concert you saw? 

tea or coffee?

Starbucks or Dunkin Donuts?

do you want to get married?

what is your crush’s first and last initial?

are you going to change your last name when you get married? 

what color looks best on you? 

do you miss anyone right now? 

do you sleep with your door open or closed?

do you believe in ghosts?

what is your biggest pet peeve? 

last person you called`

favorite ice cream flavor? 

regular oreos or golden oreos? 

chocolate or rainbow sprinkles? 

what shirt are you wearing? 

what is your phone background?

are you outgoing or shy?

do you like it when people play with your hair?

do you like your neighbors? 

do you wash your face? at night? in the morning?

have you ever been high? 

have you ever been drunk? 

last thing you ate? 

favorite lyrics right now

summer or winter? 

day or night? 

dark, milk, or white chocolate? 

favorite month? 

what is your zodiac sign

 who was the last person you cried in front of? 

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could i get track thirteen with hawks?? 👀👀👀👀👀 congrats on 500 bloom baby <33

if you want to by beabadobee ft. keigo [hawks]

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જ⁀➴ having insomnia is hard but keigo makes it easier

contains: gn!reader, pre-relationship/situationship, stubborn!reader

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“if you wanna take me”

“go ahead and try my head”

you can see the city lights blinking outside your balcony door from your spot in bed. they twinkled big and small, slow and fast, leaving a reflecting sparkle in your eye. the moonlight slips out through the crack between the blinds that you could never quite fully close. it shone over your fan, which was creaking just a bit too loudly with every turn. it lit up your bedside table, exposing the layer of dust that had been accumulating on top of it for over a week, a task you’d been telling yourself you'd do but had yet to come around to. the moon lit up your hands, still, cold—but not from the fan, from emptiness. 

you turned over on your mattress. the pillows that you spent—what now felt like useless—time fluffing huffed softly underneath you. you flicked off an crumb from the blanket that you had washed twice before making your bed to ensure cleanliness. 

your eyes darted across the night-dimmed room, tired but awake and it all felt like a joke. 

you had tried it all. different flavors of teas, medication, mediation, exercising, everything. but nothing seemed to help seize the running thoughts that occupied your nights and prevented you from a restful sleep.

“experience is nothing compared to” 

you threw your sheets off of you and shuffled to the edge of your bed, your head hung in your hands as you silently hoped keigo wouldn’t show up to find you in such a humiliating state. but (unwillingly) knowing the persistent hero, he would. 

“the sleep paralysis in my bed”

finally, you decide you’ get up and try to do something productive around the house. you slip on your house slippers and step out of your bedroom and into your kitchen.

the kitchen light flickers on, illuminating your sparkling, clean kitchen. Earlier you had spent forty-five minutes scrubbing all the counters, fifteen mintues washing all the dishes, ten minutes sweeping and mopping the floor, all in hope of crashing out from exhaustion afterwards. it had not worked.

“experience is nothing compared to”

you shuffled over to the fridge and opened it. your eyes searched the levels, drawers, and side doors of the cool box, but to no avail, it still being as empty as it was when you had checked it just an hour ago. 

your eyes floated over to the kettle resting on the stove. you could try for tea again, but you knew in the end that’d be helpless.

you then looked to the cupboards. maybe you could make something to eat? but you aren’t hungry, it’d be a waste of food and you need to go grocery shopping anyways. 

the clock hung above the archway read 3:32. it ticked softly as you ran your hand over your face, exhaling a low groan. 

“the nights I'm always up so late”

suddenly, you heard a thud, one that sounded like it emitted from something made of metal. there was a clang, then a click, and then a soft swoosh. the sounds of cars driving by and street lights beeping momentarily filled your apartment distance before there was another click, and it went silent. 

you sighed and flicked off the kitchen light, moving to the origin of the noise with no urgency.

your bedroom door is already open, so it doesn’t take you longer than a second to spot him, leaning against the door frame to your balcony with a dopey grin plastered on his face. 

the night's light shines against the back of his lean figure, a vibrant glow outlining the blend from the furry edge of his cherry-stained wings to his rugged corduroy jacket. the set up almost made it seem like the universe was making the petty number two hero out to be an angel sent down from heaven personally for you. 

keigo’s the first to speak up today. “you just had to pick the highest floor to live on, huh?” his voice is teasing, but you know his intentions are nowhere near that. he stretches his arms up as he takes a stepped onto your carpeted bedroom floor, pushing the balcony door shut behind him. “that’s okay,” he yawns and walks to your dresser, finger dragging along its edge as his eyes scan the product placed on top of it. “not much of a problem for me, of course.” his head tilts up at you, amber eyes finally making contact with yours.

“hawks.” you deadpan, body still—unable to move—between the threshold of your bedroom door. 

you try not to make it obvious that you’re shocked he’s here. this wouldn’t be the first time he did this. or the second. or the third. the truth was, this exact situation has played out more times than you’d like to make the effort to count. but for some reason, every time he said he’d show up, you refused to believe it until he was standing right in front of you.  

“uh uh.” keigo waves his finger. “it’s keigo, ‘member? not on duty when i’m with you, babe.” 

“you’re in uniform.” 

“ah,” he huffs out a laugh and swiftly approaches you. “you’re funny tonight.” he comes to stand right in front of you, his forearm resting up above on the wall you shared. you could see the way his body just barely leaned forward, and the way his head tipped down as his eyes raked down your facial features. 

“if you wanna love me”

you feel your face burn under his attendant gaze. “what?” you muttered, bringing a cooling hand up to your cheek as you peered up at him. 

“how many hours?” keigo asked gently. he didn’t need to explain himself any further. you knew exactly what he meant as soon as the playful hint in his golden eyes flashed off. the ‘fun and cheerful hero hawks’ was now being temporarily masked with ‘serious keigo’, someone that he claimed only you were lucky enough to see—like you’d believe that.

“try to get inside my brain”

you look past him. “doesn’t matter.”

keigo taps his finger against the wall, “matters enough for me to break into your bedroom at three in the morning.” he half shrugs, like the fact that he’s here so late, in the middle of his shift, when you're both clearly exhausted, isn’t that much trouble for him at all. 

you mentally brace yourself before providing an answer, “i took a nap earlier but.. i haven’t been able to sleep since last night.”

you could feel the rhythm of the tapping steadily increasing above you. “and have you been eating?”

“keigo…” the question is personal, too personal to be considered causal, as if anything about this situation was causal.

but he urged on, “answer the question, dove.”  you caught a flash of genuine worry spread cross his face.

you shudder at the old nickname and waver. “i’ve been eating well.” keigo gives you a look so you assure, “i promise.”

keigo bites the side of his cheek while nodding slowly before kicking off the side of the wall and making his way to the side of your bed. once there, he begins fluffing your half-deflated pillows.

you blinked. “what are you doing?”

he hardly glanced up at you. “come on, do we have to do this every time? ’m making our bed, love.”

“'cause if you want, you could stay with me in my bed”

“keigo..” you hurry over to the spot beside him, reaching to stop his working hands. “don’t. you shouldn’t.” you grab his wrist, holding them still. and even though you both know well that he is a helluva a lot stronger than you and could pull you off if he wanted, he stops. 

“if you want to”

“y/n..” his voice is even softer now, lilt mirroring one of someone super desperate—pleading. he looks down at you, shoulders slump, typical big smile dripping from his face. “why won’t you let me do this for you?” 

“only if you want to”

it’s a question not to be answered. it’s a question you can’t answer. you don’t like handouts and you absolutely refuse to take them from anyone, that’s the way you are. but your relationship with keigo felt like only that. 

“if you want, you can go ahead and fix my head”

he was helpful, so helpful—more so then you’d like to say out loud. he was kind, sweet, and charming when he wanted to be. and it crushed your pride to let him into your home like this, into your heart like this. 

“if you want to”

“let me do this for you.” he said, correcting his words from before. 

“only if you want to”

“keigo, no—“ 

“just one more time.” that what he says every time. 

“keigo—“

“please.” 

his feathers flutter behind him, and he looks down at you with those sun-glassed eyes. 

your eyes narrowed before eventually falling onto the ground, silently admitting defeat. 

you didn’t have to look up to know that keigo was back to sporting his proud smile. after a minute of tidying up he says, “tucked the pillows nice and soft for ya,” he held his hands out as if to present the dynasty of keigo fluffed pillows in your own bedroom. “go ahead, hop on in.” 

you held back from punching his shoulder—to exhausted to anyways—and simply rolled your eyes, climbing into the bed without a mouthy complaint. 

“there we go.” keigo watches as you situate yourself under your blanket and gently rest your head back on the now full pillows. “how we feeling? need anything? water? a snack?” 

you shook your head, sinking deeper into the mattress—which felt way softer than it did twenty minutes ago. 

“how about the temperature? too hot?” he asked cautiously. “too cold, maybe? dunno about you but i feel a little draft coming in here.” he chuckled sheepishly.

you held back the smile trying to push past your lips and patted the spot beside you invitingly. “you’re.. really stupid, you know that?” you prodded, useless teasing mimicking keigo’s from earlier. 

keigo didn’t falter for a second, immediately climbing under the covers and puzzling his body right with yours. his arms wrapped around your waist, and he placed his chin onto your shoulder “am i?” he whispered the question along your neck. “cause it looks like i got what i wanted.” he murmured as his wings came around to warm you up. 

you didn’t reply. you didn’t put up a fight, not now. it was too easy now to let yourself drift off into darkness as keigo voluntarily shielded you from the horrors of a restless night.  

“if they try to, only if they try to”

some things are bigger than pride. you’d come to realize that eventually.

note: lysa!!! thank you for putting in a request. okay sooooo this is actually my first time writing for hawks so i’m so sorry if it’s a little ooc but i did try my best to encapsulate this dorks personality. i really think he’s lowkey sooo slick and he knows it! but it’s okay cus he’d never take advantage of you (unless it’s cuddling you to sleep, he’ll always do that)

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i fear drummer!shinsou is plaguing me

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midnight fiction ⋆˚࿔

He can't sleep. It's seriously nothing new.

Shinsou can not for the life of him remember the last time he felt comfortable in his bed. He’s always been tossing and turning to his other side.

Face full of pillows on his stomach, or count the imaginary static on the ceiling that slowly morphs into weird faces. Which is worse? For Shinsou, if he had to choose, the gun would go off. He’ll only get around two hours maximum of shut eye either or.

He does everything right.

When he goes to bed, his phone is even left on the floor at the foot of his bed, away from sight so he’s not tempted to doomscroll.

He doesn't go to bed hungry or stuffed, his room is the most relaxing place on the planet (cool, dark and beautifully quiet since his windows are far above the busy traffic below), and he barely drinks coffee anymore, despite caffeine being hardwired into his daily routine.

It took a good while to rid the substance from his system in a ‘wellness’ challenge you roped him into a few months ago.

Why he decided to humour you, gosh, he will never know! But, one thing he knew for sure was that he would do it again and again, if it meant that mutual caffeine check ups happened more often. He’s gotten spoiled with your random little texts popping up about whatever topic that takes your fancy that day.

He's always craved a bit more than just a ‘good morning roomie’ with a tired smile that just reaches your eyes. Shinsou’s heart does unspeakable things every time that happens though.

Literally unspeakable as he always struggles to reply to you in a suave, ‘yeah-I-just-woke-up-too-want-coffee?’ way with his heart drumming so hard against his rib cage it might burst.

He wouldn’t replace your bi-weekly movie nights for the entire world. What can he say, your taste in thrillers is elightfully ruthless, and even if the movie isn’t the greatest, he loves to hear your commentary, the excited cadence of your voice. Shinsou is greedy like that, all too willing to be pulled into your orbit and whisked away.

This is probably why he can’t sleep. His mind just won’t stop spinning the same thoughts, slinging whatever invisible hope there is around, like a single shoe in an industrial sized tumble dryer. Thoughts so loud that they scare both him and sleep away.

Shinsou finds himself folding his laundry on the floor of your living room. He’s resigned to the fact that he’s cosmically fucked. He can barely see what he’s doing with the dim glow of the moon. He should probably switch on a lamp since there are so many of them in the apartment (you don’t like the big light), but he’s too tired out of his mind to do so.

It’s silly, so incredibly silly. If only he could sleep in the first place—

“Uh Shinsou,” your voice shatters the quiet.

He barely contains his jump into the air. He schools his expression into an awkward smile as he turns to you, not that you would be able to see his face in the dark anyway.

“That is not how you fold clothes.”

“It’s not hard to fold,” he squints at what he’s holding in his hands, “sweatpants, love.” He almost crashes his head into the floor when he tacks on the little endearment at the end of his sentence. He’s shameless.

“That looks like a band tee to me.”

“Probably, but they feel the same in my defence.”

You yawn before plonking yourself down next to him. He watches you fiddle with a mug in your hand. He can’t read what it says, but he knows it’s your favourite mug with that weird psychology pun. Something about whether ‘Pavlov’ rings a bell.

“Love,” Your voice is low and ripples against his ears. He can hear the smirk that comes with it. His face burns, but he stays stone-faced. “what are you doing awake? It’s late.”

“‘Could ask you the same thing.”

You point to your mug and tell him that you were just getting some water. Shinso gestures to his pile of clothes and utters one word. Laundry.

The two of you sit there for a while, peaceful in the quiet dark. Shinsou finishes the pile.

“They're all done. Good job, Shinsou.”

You move to stand up, and so does he, empty of any witty remarks. He could put away the folded laundry in the proper morning.

He sighs, exhausted from nothing.

The moon is a bit brighter now. Your hair is a messy sort of halo around your face. He fights the urge to push back the dissenting strands.

Instead of walking to your rooms, you lead him to the balcony. The breeze is cool despite the summer heat. The two of you rest comfortably against the railing. Shinsou looks down to the city below. It’s bustling as per usual, cars and cars, lights and flashes.

He glances towards you. Your head is tilted back, face towards the sky. Your eyes shine.

The moon.

Shinsou looks up too.

He’s in awe.

“The moon is beautiful tonight, don’t you think?”

The words escape him before he even realises it, and, suddenly, he feels as if he’s been snapped awake, gravity feeling heavier by the second.

God, he should’ve just stayed in bed and stewed. Springing this onto you is hardly fair. His words may seem simple and ordinary, but the two of you know what they mean. Movie nights were not only restricted to thrillers; romance had its fair share of time on the screen.

He hears you suck in a breath, and braces for the worst, because who on earth confesses uses a trope like this at one in the morning? This goes against every scenario he’s ever crafted.

His nails scrape and fiddle with the railing, what if—

“Yes, it is Shinsou,” you angle a smile towards him, bright surpassing the moon, “we can live happily together, right? Die happily too?”

There’s a familiar lilt in your voice, teasing him the slightest.

He clocks the way your eyes crease with your grin. You’re happy. You move towards his shocked body, and lean against his shoulder, whispering things like finally and I like you too and you better sleep after this.

He never wants to forget this, never. Maybe he should start a journal, not for dreams this time.

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this was inspired by midnight fiction by illit el oh el <33 hope u enjoyed!!!

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Me and who

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Tomura is sosososo beautiful. If he wasn’t forced into being a threat to society TRUST he would be a model

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lysa. You have doomed me to a life of never being able to read a fanfic as good as I was screaming ur name though the radio

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hi kitty kikat!! congrats on quadruple digits 🫶🫶 ur brain is the biggest with this pause game!! could i get a rom con with celebrity (me) x ceo (shinsou)

song: iris by the goo goo dolls (actually in love this song)

ending: we elope

★ GLASS HOUSE

🎞️ STARRING: hitoshi shinsou ! when everything’s made to be broken, i just want you to know who i am…

“you’re…different than i thought you’d be.”

all that you’ve heard about hitoshi shinsou is that he’s a good businessman

too good, actually. for someone to rise to such success at such a young age? rumors of his merciless work ethic precede him

this is what makes you nervous for your next job — as the face of his new marketing campaign 

everything you’ve ever heard about shinsou is swirling through your head during your first meeting, you’re practically sweating just sitting across from him 

you’re surprised to find that he’s actually quite down-to-earth. he consults you for your ideas on how to handle the campaign, insisting he’d rather follow your lead to avoid exploiting your reputation or making you uncomfortable 

what surprises you even more is that offers to take you out to dinner

“do you do this with all your clients?” “oh, sure. business dinners are a custom, but i only take my favorite clients here. this is my secret spot, y’know?” “well, i’m flattered you think so.” “well, you know what they say. the best way to a client’s heart is through their stomach.” he winks at you and you think you might pass out. “so! what are we having?” 

as the campaign takes off, you find yourselves going out for regular lunch dates and spending late nights in the office and going for morning coffee runs 

the marketing campaign is an absolute success! hitoshi’s company was already incredibly successful before, but it’s become a household name with your influence

“i really can’t thank you enough.”

“you could…take me on an official date?” 

you’re sad when the end of the campaign comes around, but hitoshi assured you you’ll still be seeing plenty of each other

he makes visits to your job and still takes you out to lunch when his schedule allows

it happens when you’re on a business trip with him. you’ve been dating a few years now and he likes to bring you along to travel conferences for a little vacation. this time around it’s in a popular (and romantic) city, so he figured you two could use a getaway

he asks you to marry him after you get back to the hotel after dinner. you’re ecstatic, beaming when you tell him yes, of course! 

you both decide on a whim to elope that same weekend in order to avoid the insanity a public celebrity wedding would bring 

it’s a quiet ceremony, just you and hitoshi and maybe some friends and family, on the cliffs overlooking the beach. private, beautiful, and heartfelt (if the adoring look in hitoshi’s eyes when he says “i do” is any indication). it’s perfect.

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thank you lysa baby!! i had fun with this one, hope you enjoy!!

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ended up getting a sweet treat

all is right

my sister has just ditched me in town centre 😐

brb while i cry

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the work of art that you are 𖹭

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my sister has just ditched me in town centre 😐

brb while i cry