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—  𝐌𝐞𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐨 𝐏𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬

✰ Mephisto’s ideal type; 

✰ Hug Headcanons: Revisited [rewritten request];

✰ Playing Minecraft with his S/O;

✰ Mephisto with a S/O that isn’t fond of his hobbies;

✰ Mephisto being possessive of his S/O;

✰ Mephisto having a S/O who doesn’t work for The Order;

✰ Mephisto meeting a scientist!reader who does an experimentation between humans and demons;

✰ Mephisto having a daughter that looks like a copy of her mom;

✰ Mephisto with a curvy, big-breasted S/O; 

✰ Flower crown headcanons;

✰ Seeing S/O’s childhood pictures;

✰ S/O’s best friend is in love with her;

✰ S/O hiding depression and anxiety from Mephisto;

✰ S/O coming out as a bi;

✰ Mephisto telling randomly his S/O he loves her;

✰ Yandere!Mephisto injuring and self-harming on purpose to get S/O’s attention;

✰ S/O trying on Mephisto’s hat;

✰ Mating season headcanons;

✰ Mephisto de-stressing his S/O;

✰ Mephisto with rude, prideful and smart daughter!reader that’s attending True Cross;

✰ Mephisto starting to get romantically involved with personal-maid!reader;

✰ Yandere!Mephisto with a S/O that loves him back;

✰ S/O that likes playing with his tail during smexy times;

✰ Finding out his S/O is a time traveler;

✰ Tamer!S/O with a familiar that’d make him impressed;

✰ Mephisto with a crush that’s afraid of love but also has feelings for him;

✰ Fem!Mephisto cuddling with male!reader;

✰ Mephisto with schizophrenic!S/O;

✰ Very kinky S/O;

✰ Reacting to a half-demon!reader who’s a descendent of a powerful demon general;

✰ Teaching daughter!reader german;

✰ S/O with a small bald patch on the head;

✰ S/O dyeing their hair on a similar color;

✰ S/O that’s ridiculously ticklish;

✰ Reacting to S/O wanting to be in police force;

✰ Finding out his S/O is significantly more powerful than him;

✰ S/O being on her period;

✰ S/O that has a habit of sitting/lying down in weird places;

✰ Watching HSM with S/O headcanons;

✰ Mephisto and fireplace headcanons;

✰ Christmas Eve fluff headcanons;

✰ What presents he’d get his S/O for christmas;

✰ Yandere Tendencies;

✰ S/O being insecure about her small chest;

✰ S/O doesn’t wanna look him in the eyes while doing the do;

✰ Mephisto taking care of daughter!reader after her mother’s death;

✰ His first thought after seeing his newborn child;

✰ Wrapping his tail around his S/O;

✰ Mephisto taking a bath with his S/O N/SFW and SFW headcanons;

✰ S/O having a biting kink;

✰ Mephisto taking care of his daughter with his S/O;

✰ S/O being immune to blue flames;

✰ Finding out his S/O is a stripper;

✰ Realizing he has genuine feelings for his S/O and confessing;

✰ Finding out his S/O is an archangel and late gets pregnant;

✰ S/O being depressed because everyone forgot about her bday;

✰ Mephisto raspperying his small daughter’s tummy;

✰ Founding out his S/O is really kinky;

✰ Calm and quiet S/O snapping at someone for the first time;

✰ Mephisto’s ways of showing affection to his S/O;

✰ Finding out his S/O is an otaku and a freelance illustrator;

✰ Reacting to his S/O getting hot and bothered in public;

✰ S/O who loves photography;

✰ Pregnancy sex headcanons;

✰ Mephisto’s daughter bringing home her s/o and hoping for his approval headcanons;

✰ Reacting to his child burning a rare anime figure;

✰ Reacting to his S/O with ADHD being high on sugar;

✰ Being dommed by his S/O;

✰ Reacting to people shipping him;

✰ S/O’s a kindergarden teacher;

✰ Having a S/O that’s an idol;

✰ Trans-male!S/O being insecure about his body;

✰ S/O coming to terms they’re in love with demon kings;

✰ Mephisto being a single dad to his little daughter;

✰ Reacting to his child inheriting blue flames;

✰ Playing 7 minutes in heaven with his crush;

✰ Reacting to someone flirting with his S/O in front of him;

✰ Discovering his S/O is a famous painter;

✰ Finding out he has a half-human daughter that’s similar to him;

✰ Taking care of sick!S/O;

✰ Planning the first date headcanons;

✰ Depressed!S/O going through friends pictures and crying;

✰ Mephisto with pregnant!S/O;

✰ Snapchat headcanons;

✰ First weeks in the relationship with him;

✰ First days after marrying him;

✰ Spending a VERY interesting night with S/O;

✰ Mephisto with a ticklish!S/O;

✰ Meeting his S/O’s parents;

✰ Hug headcanons;

✰ Mephisto as yandere;

✰ N/SFW headcanons;

✰ Sleeping for the first time with his S/O;

✰ Slapping his S/O out of anger;

✰ Jealous!Mephisto headcanons;

✰ How he’d confess love;

✰ Memes headcanons;

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I'm bAAAAAACK

Hello starlights, I thought that this nickname would be niece for my dear readers.

Well, I had been quite busy with my studies lately. Sadly, my time was dedicated to my education. But now I'm back!!

I'm really trying to grasp Mephisto Pheles character, trying to analyze him and projecting as much of his authenticity in this fan fiction.

Shout out to this video for helping me!!

I am eager to share even more with you readers!

See ya!!!

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pompompurin dance! 🎵🥳

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How to use Em Dash (—) and Semi Colon ( ; )

Since the ai accusations are still being thrown around, here's how i personally like to use these GASP ai telltales. 🦄✨

Em Dashes (—)

To emphasize a shift / action / thought.

They're accusing us—actually accusing us—of using AI.

To add drama.

They dismissed our skills as AI—didn't even think twice, the dimwits—and believed they were onto something.

To insert a sudden thought. Surely they wouldn't do that to us—would they?

To interrupt someone's speech. "Hey, please don't say that. I honed my craft through years of blood and tears—" "Shut up, prompter."

To interrupt someone's thoughts / insert a sudden event.

We're going to get those kudos. We're going to get those reblogs—

A chronically online Steve commented, “it sounds like ai, idk.”

Semi Colons ( ; )

To join two closely related independent sentences / connect ideas.

Not only ChatGPT is capable of correct punctuation; who do you think it learned from in the first place?

Ultimate pro tip: use them whenever the fuck you want. You don't owe anyone your creative process. 🌈

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Ik the background is ugly don't look too hard LOL

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SHOTA AIZAWA RELATIONSHIP HEADCANONS .

⌗ pairing: shota aizawa x gn! ua teacher! reader

⌗ tags: eraserhead x reader, shota aizawa x gn! reader, mha x reader, bnha x reader

⌗ side note: i’m so deep into writer’s block it’s not funny. (◞‸◟,)

FIRST TIME MEETING:

▹ he first notices you when you're efficiently handling a crisis situation without breaking a sweat - competence is attractive to him, and also you didn't scream when that villain's quirk made everything explode into glittery chaos which was honestly more disturbing than the actual danger

▹probably officially meets you in the faculty lounge at 3 am when you're both grading papers and surviving on coffee, and you're the first person who doesn't give him weird looks for having his sleeping bag draped over his shoulders like some kind of comfort-seeking burrito

▹ initially thinks you're "too energetic" but secretly appreciates that you actually get your work done instead of spending meetings talking about "synergy" and "student engagement metrics" kill him now

▹ makes a mental note when you don't try to make small talk during meetings - respects people who value efficiency over asking him how his weekend was (it was spent sleeping and grading, actually, it's always sleeping and grading)

▹ notices you carry around a thermos of coffee that's somehow always full and warm, and he's 67% convinced you have some kind of coffee-related quirk because that's not humanly possible

▹ gets mildly annoyed when you organize his desk without asking, but keeps it that way because it's actually helpful and maybe he likes that someone cares enough to touch his stuff without wanting something

▹ observes you from across the room during faculty meetings, noting how you handle difficult conversations without resorting to present mic's volume levels or all might's aggressive optimism

▹ appreciates that you don't flinch when his eyes glow red during quirk demonstrations, unlike half the new teachers who still think he's going to murder them (he's only thought about it twice)

▹ finds it oddly comforting when you work in comfortable silence together during late-night patrol prep, because you understand that 2 am is not the time for philosophical discussions about hero work

▹ realizes you're one of the few people who doesn't take his bluntness personally and actually seems to prefer it over fake pleasantries - finally, someone with sense.

HIM FALLING IN LOVE:

▹ starts leaving his capture weapon in slightly more organized coils when he knows you'll be in the same room because apparently he has some kind of basic human dignity left

▹finds excuses to patrol the same routes as you "for efficiency purposes" and definitely not because he wants to make sure you don't get yourself killed by being too reckless (you're not reckless, he's just paranoid)

▹ actually starts drinking the fancy coffee you recommended instead of just whatever's cheapest, and pretends the taste difference doesn't matter even though it's obviously superior - he's not becoming bougie, it's just logical

▹ catches himself staring when you're concentrated on work and immediately looks away while mentally cursing himself for being unprofessional

▹ begins to hate when other teachers interrupt conversations between you two, especially mic who has the worst timing in human history and zero understanding of social cues

▹ starts remembering little details about your schedule and preferences without consciously trying, like how you always grade villain analysis essays on thursdays and prefer the blue pens over black ones

▹ gets irrationally annoyed when other pro heroes flirt with you during joint missions and has to resist the urge to use his quirk to make them stop mid-pickup line it would be for the greater good

▹ finds himself staying awake longer when you're both doing late-night paperwork, claiming it's because he's more productive with ambient noise (not because he's enjoying your company, obviously)

▹ unconsciously positions himself between you and potential threats during dangerous situations, then acts like it's just tactical positioning and not protective instincts

▹ actually considers buying new clothes that aren't just "whatever's comfortable and black" before realizing he has no idea what looks good and gives up

▹ starts timing his coffee breaks to coincide with yours and pretends it's a coincidence even though he's literally checking his watch

▹ gets secretly pleased when you laugh at his dry, sarcastic comments because most people just think he's being mean - he is being mean, but like, affectionately

▹ begins to worry more about your safety during missions than he logically should, doing unnecessary risk assessments about your patrol routes (he's not obsessing, it's just thorough planning)

▹ catches himself almost smiling when you successfully handle difficult students, then immediately schools his expression back to neutral too late, mic saw

▹ realizes he's memorized the way you organize your classroom and desk supplies and could probably recreate your filing system from memory - this is definitely normal behavior

HIM AS A S/O:

▹ shows affection through practical gestures - brings you coffee exactly how you like it, leaves snacks on your desk, and pretends he's not keeping track of when you last ate because someone has to make sure you don't die of malnutrition

▹ uses his capture weapon to pull you closer when you're within range, especially if you're being "inefficient" by walking over to him when he could just gently retrieve you

▹ shares his sleeping bag during outdoor missions and training camps, claiming it's for "optimal body heat distribution" and not because he wants to cuddle he wants to cuddle so bad it's embarrassing

▹ remembers every detail about your quirk's limitations and actively works to cover your weaknesses during fights, like some kind of strategically-minded partner

▹ lets you play with his hair when he's too tired to protest, and secretly loves it but will never admit it because that would require acknowledging he has feelings

▹actually starts going to bed at reasonable hours because you've convinced him proper sleep improves his quirk efficiency (and not because you worry about his health, definitely not)

▹ gives you one of his spare capture weapons "for practical purposes" but really because he wants you to have his protection even when he's not around

▹ shows rare moments of softness by pressing his forehead against yours when you're both exhausted after long days, pretending it's just because he's too tired to hold his head up properly

▹ starts eating actual meals instead of just coffee and nutrition bars because you worry about his health, and discovers food actually tastes good when it's not from a vending machine - revolutionary

▹ uses his quirk to stop your alarm clock on weekends so you can sleep in together, then acts innocent when you realize what happened ("did i do that? weird.")

▹ lets you be the only person who can interrupt his naps without getting death glares, though you still get grumpy mumbling and attempts to pull you into the sleeping bag

▹ actually smiles (small ones) when you successfully coordinate combo moves with his erasure quirk, proud of your teamwork and maybe a little turned on by your competence

▹ wraps you in his capture weapon when you're cold instead of offering his jacket like a normal person, because why be conventional when you can be efficient

▹ defends your teaching methods to other faculty members with surprising passion, shutting down criticism with cold logic and barely-concealed threats - no one talks about his partner like that

▹starts keeping a spare hair tie on his wrist for you after noticing you always lose yours, and pretends it's not because he pays attention to every little thing about you

▹ uses his underground hero connections to make sure you're safe even when he's not around, running background checks on suspicious people in your area (totally normal boyfriend behavior)

▹ actually takes days off when you're sick to take care of you, claiming it's logical since he'd be distracted anyway and not because seeing you miserable makes his chest hurt

▹ lets you reorganize his entire living space because "you're more efficient at domestic tasks" and definitely not because he likes evidence that you exist in his space

▹gets genuinely upset when you're injured, even minor cuts, and hovers while pretending he's not hovering ("i'm not hovering, i'm strategically positioning myself for optimal medical assistance")

▹ learns your coffee order at six different places and has backup plans for when your favorite cafe is closed because proper caffeine intake is serious business

▹actually starts taking pictures to "document important moments" and (definitely doesn't have a folder on his phone labeled with your name)

⌗ taglist: [open] ⌗ mutuals: @haikyuubby @va-3 @tulippanes @luvseraphh @gh0st-g1rll

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STOP SCROLLING!

Oka, I plan on following everyone on tumblr

literally everyone

Please reblog so I can make this happen

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Just a little fan art that I made

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Hawks was trying his best not to fall in love because everyone loves Hawks but would they love Keigo? Flawed, tired, boring?

Meanwhile you ignore that he's the hero. He greets you with Keigo on your first date. You never call him Hawks. You don't even get your phone out once - Not to text, not to take pictures of / with him.

You made sure the date is somewhere far away from people so he wouldn't get recognized... He almost thought you were embarrassed of him with the way you tried to make sure that no one notices him. Of course you know who he is, but you don't reduce him to just that.

You fell in love with Keigo over the late night talks, the thoughtful little gifts and his quiet kindness - The kind that doesn't ask to be seen. You fell in love with the way he listens more than he speaks when it's just the two of you and how he remembers the tiniest details. He brings them up weeks later as if they mattered, because to him they do.

However, he always waits for the other shoe to drop. For you to slip up and call him Hawks, to pull your phone out and start questioning him about what it's like to fly, to fight alongside Endeavor or what it was like amongst the League of Villains. But it never comes. Instead you ask him what books he reads, what dreams he gave up, which meals remind him of home...

And little by little, Keigo starts to believe that maybe he can be loved. Not because he is Pro Hero Hawks but because he is Keigo, and that is more than enough for you.

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What could a Devil ask for more? ( part 2 )

A little lonely devil lost within a Versailles ball Mephisto Pheles x Reader

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The world was suddenly bathed in the dark blue veil of Nyx. Pheles, better known as Johann Faust V, had been once invited to these elite gatherings at Versailles. He’d recognized many of the attendees, having met them once or twice to strike a deal in exchange for anything that they could possibly offer for wealth, power and… notoriety. Despite the fact that their faces were hidden by golden masks, Pheles came not to be drawn by illusions nor by the opulence of its guests. His pointy ears would be able to capture a wave of laughs, gossips already tainting the night with treacheries, malice and more…he’d seen this scene countless times. The Devil had a precise goal, a reason to attend to these balls. He sought a feeling, a connection : the feeling of love and be loved that might be present within these futilities, amongst the crowds of wealthy people. Despite having enough of them, he came back in hope of finding someone. As the cold wind hurried him to get in, making his coat move gracefully, almost making his hat fall, he finally decided to dive in the lavishness that awaited him. 

Monumental walls devoured the landscape as they were adorned with golden along their columns. Chandeliers, placed all over the oval ceilings, replaced the night sky splendor by its warm light…devouring the guest that would swirl around the vast ballroom. Yet, the candles that would illuminate the halls, beared a tragic destiny : to melt against their will. Candles would slowly burn; at least they’ll cease to exist once their fire consumes them, as Mephisto said, envying the short life that candles had. He barely had entered the ball and taken a cup of wine, already tired of the same old scenario. Countless faces resurging before him, as if re-creating fragments of his memory.

“Even Molière could do a better staging–at least he could bring a spark of life, of actual passion and intrigue that followed such emotions… I am certain that he couldn’t bear to presence such offense to his spirit. So do I” murmured Pheles frustrated as he directed himself to another room, having enough of this little play. As the vast windows would reflect and reinforce his lack of interest in these balls, it would also steal his presence of mind to bring him into a self reflection world. It wasn’t as if he expected something new to happen in such place, the best decision to make was distancing himself from such mockery–seeking refuge within the empty halls..All while still drinking his wine half empty–just like him in the end. Why would someone like him desire more? He was immortal–he controlled time and space… bent nations to its will with his immense power. So… why he wished to be truly loved? After all, he could have anything anytime. Even if he ever did love someone, as nature laws fell upon most beings that would slightly catch his interest, they would die in a glimpse of an eye. As the stars were shinning ever so brightly, falling one after another, Pheles was getting lost in his own world.

Finally, as he deeply awaited, something piqued his genuine interest. Not excess of wealth, lust-no pure human emotions that hadn’t been yet tainted with malice. As he stopped for a moment, glancing anywhere but his reflection, he perceived a young couple of lovers though the window. What he sought within this ball, but he wasn't the lucky one. The little princes, as her lover called her, couldn’t quite well dance. And her lover slowly helped her dance outside the overwhelming ball, calmly with patience and voice filled with tenderness towards the young lady. In a little world in which they’ve created for one another, they’ve danced and laughed in all the simplicity of this world. Her smile could and would make the stars from above jealous, but there was someone to protect her from it. 

“ Lucky you, young man. You cannot possibly imagine how much your little existence pains an immortal.” said Pheles with a bittersweet smile, his voice low enough that only himself could hear the murmur of his plea for love. “Take care of her, for she is your world, young lad”. However, the Devil's emotions, as unstable as they were at this moment, quickly shifted as he saw the young man proposing to his sweetheart. How Pheles envied this…happiness, love being laid all in front of his eyes. Not even the other half of the wine could help ease his now anger for this stupid couple. Pheles was lost, getting dragged left and right by his own emotions, barely noticing his companion coming. Just then, the butterfly’s wings brushed from afar, slowly until she reached her friend. “Too weak” he commented as he sipped all that this cup had to offer, and failed to. Was he talking about how strong the wine was—or about himself? The butterfly, after wandering into this palace, found its old dear friend alone. She settled near–not too close, but also not too far from him. As if it was worried about him, observing from far away just to make sure that he was well.

“ Have I finally lost it? Why do I envy so deeply the ones whose hearts are bound to die…? The beauty of immortality resides in the fact, that liking or not, every breath, smile and tears are solid proofs that these humans are alive. They constantly get drowned in their emotion, until… a light, someone, or something steals their heart in such brutality that thou must question it : why they look so ethereal when in love— why do I envy that ? Perhaps all those nights didn’t do anything, filled nothing in this rotten heart of mine. For I had hoped that it would…” frustrated, he allowed himself for once to be vulnerable in centuries. 

“For eons, I only had this stupid butterfly… BELIEVED, foolishly, that it would lead me to someone.” he punched the walls aggressively, even making the chandeliers shake from the sheer power of his growing frustration accumulated over centuries “Who knows if the heavens had finally pity of me and sent this mediocre little creature to accompany me!” frustration almost suffocating him. “ These balls, no one, not A SINGLE USELESS SOUL had made me feel anything at all…” he brushed his hair anguishly, wondering if the suffering would ever end—it wouldn’t— a small voice in his head told him. How many had he charmed in the illusion of true love? How many had he broken for his own twisted desire over eons… and for nothing. In the end, even the King Of Time would have drawn himself in his own frustrations, not healing nor trying to understand it. How many fallen stars would he need to watch it lose its light and fade into eternity, until just one would fall, just a single one would burn solely for him? The music had slowed itself, going for a calmer peace. Sweeter and quieter sound this time– almost sad for some.

 “Where are you dammit…” he exhaled in desperation, his frustration finally suffocating the poor devil and the music unable to ease him from his emotions— it had long been since the melodies couldn’t catalyze Mephisto’s inner struggles. “I crave you… desire you, more than anything. For I don’t even know if you’re born and grown up. Nor do I know were your lineage is to protect them, to guarantee your existence in the future…dammit”  sensing his sadness and frustration growing, as the Butterfly attempted to speak somehow with him : “ I’m right here little devil. Don’t worry, I can love you plenty if it helps to heal your heart” it laid herself on his hand, wings flapping slowly, her glow attempting to warm his cold heart as if comforting her friend. He had guessed, after many centuries wandering together, that every time that it would glow, it attempted to communicate with him, but not even himself could hear what it said.  “Pardon my rudeness, little one…thank you for your light” for a fraction of a second, his eyes softened,“It has been like this through the endless eons that we lived together. You’ve witnessed it, know how it works…”. The warmth of the butterfly’s kindness seemed once more not enough to reach the coldest part of his turmoil–the same that brought him every night to decay, agonizing with his emotions. Once more, he tried to breathe deeply, to get rid of these sickening emotions “For how much more time I’ll be haunted…?” he questioned himself. “ Do you know the answer, little one? It's not a difficult riddle this time, I know that thee can answer it…”, he waited eagerly for the butterflies answer, in vain as expected. “ I’ve forgotten… thee don’t speak, never did”. Samael would glance at the butterflies wings slowly flapping, rising and then falling. The night seemed to be a perfect refuge to lay out bare such emotions, as if the goddesses would hug you through its landscape. The ball, although masked, just let one porcelain purple mask already filled with cracks, break, shatter brutally–inhumanely even.

An empty laugh escaped him, devoid of all joy, laced with a haunting revolt. “ Have I fallen this low… so soon? Reduced to speaking to this little thing as if it was my appointed oracle?”. Despair, an old companion of his journey, couldn’t and wouldn’t be enjoyed for long. A master of facade, he effortlessly lifted that veil from his mind and heart, shielding it with another pathetic attempt to damage control the situation–despite not being in a battlefield, he felt the need to do so.

“Tch…Tch… This is not how the King Of Time would behave… would it?” As though his ranting never existed, he recomposed himself, straightening his posture. Believing that this mere act would extinguish his own emotions, forcing them to fade away in the night. Then, he shifted his leg, pressing something down, as if he were crushing his emotions. 

"How peculiar… The King of Time aching for such a futility. Why does it matter so much? After all, I can have anyone at any time. I’ll forget this useless thought soon” he said as he laid the empty cup of wine right there with the butterfly and made his way to the main hall. The butterfly stayed there, lingering besides the cup, as if still absorbing her companion's pain to help him somehow, mourning the beautifully tragic Pheles that was born and died right here and there. A shame, that for once that Mephisto Pheles acknowledges his emotions, that he abandons them behind–not solving his issue, but aggravating his emotional fragility. It watched him once more, vanishing away into the ballroom– running from himself. The Moonlight’s bright light drew the little butterflies attention, despite the flower scents promising a sweater escapade, she decided to dance with destiny by herself. Flapping her wings, directing herself to a hidden spot deep in the majestic garden, in which soon enough someone would soon join her.

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Long time no see my dear readders, I've finally polished the second chapter. Hope you'll enjoy it. Don't forgett to repost, like and more importantly : enjoy this beautifully melancholic chapter!!!

-Moon

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forever and always

☆彡shouta aizawa x gn! reader

tags -> domestic fluff, established relationship, short n sweet, long day/late night, living together, you have cats :)

a/n : omg another post! are you excited for me? are you? are you? well im excited thank you. this has been a draft for a minute that i'm finally getting around to posting. anyways i hope you enjoy!

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You knew it was a long day just by the sound of the front door. From the way he fumbled with his keys and shoved the door open, how it took a little longer to close than normal. You peered over the couch, watching him come into the living room from the hallway. He looked exhausted, shoulders slouched, head tilted towrads the floor, and his hair a complete mess.

"Hey, baby," You called, trying not to let your worry show on your face, "How was work?"

The grumble he let out as he removed his scarf told you everything.

"Long day?" You stretched your hand out to him, inviting him onto the couch. He took it, slowly sinking next to you and letting his head fall onto your shoulder.

You intertwined your fingers, "I made dinner, and the cats are fed."

He hummed in response, and you stifled a smile.

"C'mere," You shifted the both of you so he could lay on your chest, his legs between yours. He instinctually wrapped his arms around your waist, and you couldn't help but grin as he snuggled into you.

"I missed you," You sighed, tangling your fingers into his hair, gently starting to remove the tangles that had built up over the day.

If he hadn't already, he was now completely melting into you.

You listened to his breaths and gently played with his hair. Tangled from the long work day, you tried your best to work the knots out with your fingers.

After several minutes of him recovering, he mumbled into your chest, "What would I ever do without you."

You smiled, tilting his head up so you could see his gorgeous face, "Starve, die of countless injuries, freeze. I don't know, but your prospects were never very good."

He stifled a chuckle, "My hero."

You kissed him softly, "Yours. Forever and always."

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a/n : i hope you silly gooses liked it :)

don't be scared and leave a comment or reblog!

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WE FINALLY GOT A SANRIO COLLAB!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Fan fictions request!!!

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If there was a world without You ( part 1 )

Warnings : angst? Characters featured : Hawks/ Keigo Takami ホークス / 鷹見 啓悟 ( My Hero Academia )

Keigo Takami— or Hawks, as he was better known—, felt a growing void within him. As he would soar through Musutafu city, he attempted to turn a blind eye to that lingering feeling : emptiness. As if someone was missing in his life. 

To fill that void, he sought solace in what had become familiar: countless parties, drowning himself in lust and desire, overworking himself to keep his mind occupied. He tried, in vain, everything he could do to make that frustrating sensation fade away—but it wouldn’t leave him.No matter what.

“ Multiple times I came out on top of ‘‘Who is your favorite hero?‘ charts” he muttered to himself. There was a small pause, then he began once more : “I’m their Prince Charming, answering to their calls…as usual. But, when will you answer my call and ease my wounds?”

He lost his gaze once more into the night sky through the office window. Below, a sea of lights would glow through the city’s traffic, reflections flickering on his pupils. Like a moth to a flame, he began to be absorbed by the view. Alone in his office, surrounded by never-ending piles of files, he decided to take a fresh air. Then, Keigo flew around the city, patrolling it— or at least it was what he wanted desperately for others to think.

“ Look!” someone pointed out in the sky “Hawks seems so focused in his night paroling…” they’ve commented with a dreamy voice “Do you think he can see us from here?” she giggled. Keigo would grasp the echoes of his fans’voices, but he would also as soon herald, let them being taken away with the cold wind. 

As the morning light shone through the skies, indicating the end of his shift, that same sensation would return— haunting him once more. Every corner of the world would call his soul, beg for him to keep remembering this pain no matter what.

“This is not how a human being is supposed to live… Waking up. Files reports to write. Interview. Fan meeting. Bed. And repeat…” 

His words were filled with disdain, his eyes narrowed as the sun rose : ” The sunrise is just an indicator that hell is going to repeat itself— again and again.”

As another soulless day for the hero finally came by end. Night— Keigo’s only respite within this chaos— would come to paint the sky with its magnificent shades of deep blue. Dark gray clouds, who were hoovering above, felt like a blanket. The kind that would comfort you after an exhaustive day. The kind that would consume your body with warmth and lull you to sleep– like a mother’s embrace, waiting for you to doze away peacefully. 

But Keigo? No, he couldn’t afford that luxury.

As the fresh wind would caress his cheek, he would lean into it– as if someone was indeed stroking it. But once more, there was no one. 

Hot tears would paint his porcelain face, glistening under the moonlight.

“ I’ve been feeling like this for weeks… “  He softly whispered to himself between sobs.  

  “When will it stop, goddammit? I cannot afford to appear like this under the lights. How can I—the handsome Hawks–afford this fucking emotional crash?” 

As if  possessed by his darker version, his voice was laced with the finest poison : “ Come on, fucking cry it out, you damm useless tool. Keep acting like this, and they’ll throw you away for sure”

The Hero found himself once more, his gaze being taken away by the landscape– drawn into if its beauty, as if it was offering him a temporary respite after a long day of masquerade and pretending.

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If there was a world without You ( part 1 )

Warnings : angst? Characters featured : Hawks/ Keigo Takami ホークス / 鷹見 啓悟 ( My Hero Academia )

Keigo Takami— or Hawks, as he was better known—, felt a growing void within him. As he would soar through Musutafu city, he attempted to turn a blind eye to that lingering feeling : emptiness. As if someone was missing in his life. 

To fill that void, he sought solace in what had become familiar: countless parties, drowning himself in lust and desire, overworking himself to keep his mind occupied. He tried, in vain, everything he could do to make that frustrating sensation fade away—but it wouldn’t leave him.No matter what.

“ Multiple times I came out on top of ‘‘Who is your favorite hero?‘ charts” he muttered to himself. There was a small pause, then he began once more : “I’m their Prince Charming, answering to their calls…as usual. But, when will you answer my call and ease my wounds?”

He lost his gaze once more into the night sky through the office window. Below, a sea of lights would glow through the city’s traffic, reflections flickering on his pupils. Like a moth to a flame, he began to be absorbed by the view. Alone in his office, surrounded by never-ending piles of files, he decided to take a fresh air. Then, Keigo flew around the city, patrolling it— or at least it was what he wanted desperately for others to think.

“ Look!” someone pointed out in the sky “Hawks seems so focused in his night paroling…” they’ve commented with a dreamy voice “Do you think he can see us from here?” she giggled. Keigo would grasp the echoes of his fans’voices, but he would also as soon herald, let them being taken away with the cold wind. 

As the morning light shone through the skies, indicating the end of his shift, that same sensation would return— haunting him once more. Every corner of the world would call his soul, beg for him to keep remembering this pain no matter what.

“This is not how a human being is supposed to live… Waking up. Files reports to write. Interview. Fan meeting. Bed. And repeat…” 

His words were filled with disdain, his eyes narrowed as the sun rose : ” The sunrise is just an indicator that hell is going to repeat itself— again and again.”

As another soulless day for the hero finally came by end. Night— Keigo’s only respite within this chaos— would come to paint the sky with its magnificent shades of deep blue. Dark gray clouds, who were hoovering above, felt like a blanket. The kind that would comfort you after an exhaustive day. The kind that would consume your body with warmth and lull you to sleep– like a mother’s embrace, waiting for you to doze away peacefully. 

But Keigo? No, he couldn’t afford that luxury.

As the fresh wind would caress his cheek, he would lean into it– as if someone was indeed stroking it. But once more, there was no one. 

Hot tears would paint his porcelain face, glistening under the moonlight.

“ I’ve been feeling like this for weeks… “  He softly whispered to himself between sobs.  

  “When will it stop, goddammit? I cannot afford to appear like this under the lights. How can I—the handsome Hawks–afford this fucking emotional crash?” 

As if  possessed by his darker version, his voice was laced with the finest poison : “ Come on, fucking cry it out, you damm useless tool. Keep acting like this, and they’ll throw you away for sure”

The Hero found himself once more, his gaze being taken away by the landscape– drawn into if its beauty, as if it was offering him a temporary respite after a long day of masquerade and pretending.

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Hello ! may i please request for Hawks with an autistic kid ( arond 13-15 years old with any gender + platonic ) that hates adults

They have lots of interest like biology life, but most imporatntly the Winged hero Hawks !

sorry if this was too detailed request, so thank you !♡

Platonic Hawks x Teen Reader w/ Autism

A/N: hi! Thank you so kuh for the request! I really enjoyed writing it. It hope this is what you were looking for. Please send it any more Hawks requests if you have any!

Hawks had met you though the sports festival at UA. After witnessing your match against Tokoyami and observing your quirk, he immediately took an interest in you. When he talked to Aizawa about you and Tokotami interning with him, though, he discovered something interesting.

“They don’t like adults?” he asked in disbelief. But then he shrugged. “Bad home life, I guess?”

Aizawa shrugged tiredly. “I’m not sure. From what I can tell, they have a decent home life. But they did tell us teachers that they’re autistic.”

Then it clicked for Hawks. “Oh, well that won’t be an issue!” he said with his signature smile. “I’m sure we’ll get along great.”

After talking more to Aizawa, both men agreed that it would be easier for you if you met Hawks before making any decisions on where you wanted to go. So they decided that Hawks would come to the dorms one evening to get to know you.

When that evening finally came, he walked into one of the private study rooms on the first floor to see you sitting alone with your favorite fidget toy in hand. Aizawa walked him to the door as they spoke. “I talked to Y/N,” the older man said. “Turns out you’re part of their hyperfixation at the moment.”

Hawks’ eyebrows rose in surprise. “Really?”

Aizawa nodded. “She’s been hyper fixating on anything biological. Their Biology grade has gone up a whole letter grade. All of their free-choice essays in English have been something biological. Their latest essay was on you and your quirk.”

They approached the door and turned to look at each other. Hawks smiled. “I have a feeling we’ll get along great.” And with that, he stepped into the study room.

You glanced up to him quickly before looking away, bouncing your leg. Hawks noticed how apprehensive you were towards him, and took things slow. “Hi,” he said softly. “May I sit?” You nodded slowly, and Hawks took a seat across from you. “I’m Hawks,” he introduced himself. “And you’re Y/N?” You nodded again, only glancing up every once and a while to meet his eyes. You messed with the fidget in your hands. There was a moment of silence before Hawks spoke again. “I understand you’re apprehensive of adults, yes?”

You hummed softly.

Keigo smiled gently. “Well, I’d just like you to know that I’m the most childish adult out there,” he said with a slight chuckle. “And I’d like you to come intern with me and my agency. But only if you’re comfortable.”

“Can I touch your wings?” you asked out of the blue, looking at his red wings hopefully.

Hawks was startled by your question, but smiled nonetheless. “Of course.” He extended his wings across the table between the two of you. Your soft hands gently brushed against his feathers, then pet them.

“I’ve been studying your quirk,” you said more confidently, making eye contact with Hawks for the first time. His sharp golden eyes soothed your worry. “I’ve been hyper fixating on biology, especially quirks like your’s and Miriko's, who mix human anatomy with animal biology.”

“That’s awesome,” Keigo smiles.

“I think that’s why I don’t hate you as much as I do other adults. I just don’t like them.”

“That’s totally understandable,” Hawks reassured. “If you’re ever uncomfortable around me, don’t be afraid to say something. I want to help you become a better hero, but I also want to help you become a better person. To help you get more comfortable with other people.”

You drew your hand back from his wings, offering a small smile. “I think I’ll join you,” you said quietly. “I think I can trust you.”

The longer you worked with Hawks, the more comfortable you became with him. And the more he learned about you, the more he did to make you feel comfortable with him. He kept fidget toys in his office at the agency. He even kept a few in his jacket pocket for if you needed one during patrol with him. Hawks’ favorite time spent with you was while you, Tokoyami, and himself were flying across the city, or even just sitting on a random rooftop, and you’d ramble about anything biological (he wouldn’t admit it, but he even started studying biology just so he could chime in every once in a while).

Keigo never made you interact with any adult you didn’t feel comfortable with. There were even times when you didn’t want to talk to him or be around him, so he’d let you stay behind at the agency with some of his other interns and learn how to do things that went along with running an agency.

Keigo was very flexible, and he made sure you were always comfortable around him.