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I'll forever be grateful that we got this purple hued sky in this fight

This episode is already special to me, but this lightning gives it that nostalgic dream-like vibe that I LIVE FOR

Reminds me of those aesthetic anime pinterest pics lol

Hawks literally achieved his childhood dream in this episode by meeting his hero and helping him protect everyone.

Now he appears with his hero in that same TV he used to look at when he was young while everyone else watches.

nostalgic and dreamy is definitely the right vibe.

✮Feathers at My Window.ᐟ

Summary: Hawks and Pro Hero Y/N have been secretly dating for a few months, their bond deepening beyond friendship. Trusting her completely, he shared his real name—but when she struggles to remember it, he takes it upon himself to ensure she never forgets again.

W.C: 1.2k

Disclaimers: Suggestive content, Mild sexual themes, Strong Language, Secret relationship, Sensory Details; Part 2 contains NSFW content 

Inspo from another Hawks writer @nakidoriii, thank you!❤︎

Like, comments, and feedback are appreciated!

You were lying in your bed, the room a comforting environment that always seemed to ease you at your best and worst times. The smell of your lavender-scented diffuser lingered in the air as you took a deep relaxing inhale through your nostrils. The bright moon filters through your blinds in the early hours of 1:47 AM.

Your arms were crossed under your head as you lay on your stomach. You really should sleep, you need to sleep. You have work in the morning, papers to check over and sign, missions to accept, and meetings to go to. But you couldn't, and you wouldn’t. For you and a very infamous avian hero had a very important meeting to attend to yall selves.

Right on cue, a feather-light rhythmic of knocks came to the glass of my balcony doors. My eyes snapped toward the source, excitement stirring in my chest. Without hesitation, I flipped the duvet aside, bare feet padding across the floor as I made my way toward the balcony.

Before my hand came near the curtains of the doors, my eyes once over myself as they caught sight of the body mirror in the corner of my room. 

My hair was styled in two messy twists that draped over my chest. A tank top clung to my skin like a second layer, the fabric stretched thin enough for my nipples to peek through, hardened from the cool air. Cotton shorts, soft and barely covering much, hugged my hips, riding up just enough to leave my ass teasingly exposed.

You and Hawks have been caught up in a secret relationship for what feels like ages—maybe four to six months—though you’ve lost track of time in the thrill of your hidden moments together. It all started when he first spotted you at a lively Hero Gala. The moment his bright golden eyes met yours, something sparked between you two, pulling him in. It wasn’t just your stunning looks that drew him; it was the way you carried yourself with such ease, the sweet sound of your laughter that filled the room, and so much more. From that very first conversation, everything changed, revealing a connection that felt meant to be.

Another light tap tapped against the glass, pulling you from your deep thoughts. You quickly raised your hand, drawing the curtains aside as they slid along the pole that held them up.

A blissful smile painted your facial features in an instant as you met those familiar golden eyes that seemed to glow in the darkness of the night. 

Hawks, your secret love; Hawks.

He was dressed in his hero uniform, his gloved hands pressed against the transparent barrier as he smiled brightly at you. He tilted his cute little head, mimicking a gesture for you to open the door. I hurriedly unlocked the doors and slid them open. Suddenly, he came crashing into you, nearly knocking both of you over.

“Hawks! Baby,” I exclaimed, as he started pampering your face with the gentlest of kisses. Wrapping my arms around his neck I quickly caught myself toppling over. “Stop it, dummy.” I declared but with no real force behind it. He chuckled as his arms, embraced around your waist, hugged tighter. He buried his head in the crook of your neck as he blissfully sighed. The warmth of it sent a chill down my spine.

“Gosh, I missed you.” You could feel a grin creep up his face after he said those words. My smile softened, pulling back so I could gaze into his eyes. “And you know I missed you too, right?” My thumb caressed his cheekbone as I held his face.

“Yeah,” He chuckled, his nose brushing mine “...I’m aware.” he continued, “But do you know one of the things I miss the most?” Hawks raised a thick brow, his smirk never faltering. I smile back as the nose brushing swiftly transitions to our foreheads resting against each other. “What?”

He tilted his head. “When you called me ‘Keigo’.”

My eyes opened from their closed state, drawing back from the embrace as I stared back at him. His chest rumbled as a series of chuckles left him. “Seriously, dove, either you don’t give to shits about my real name or you have a very bad memory.”

 I scoffed as I lightly shoved him, “Well, I swear it’s not the first reason.” I snickered, playfully rolling my eyes, “And it’s not my fault to call you by what everyone else does.” I bit back, “You only just told me your real name a month ago.” I slowly made my way over to my bed, sitting on a leg and the other lazily swung over the edge.

Hawks huffed out of amusement, evoking back on the time he shared his real name to her. Hawks soon shredded his jacket, and immediately I can feel my cheeks burning with an up rising lust. It was almost impossible how amazing -No, that’s an understatement- Incredibly amazing the way his abs looked in the moonlight. And that still was an understatement in my books! The moonlight was complimenting him in the best possible way. It enhanced them, making them look more lickable than any lighting could.

Hawks -who, of course, seen her reaction and what her eyes were focused on- languidly tossed his hero jacket on the back of her desk chair. “My eyes are up here, baby girl.” 

“I know where my eyes are.” I sharply stated.

 Leaning back on my hands as I glance into his golden eyes. “I’m just… taking in some things.” I smile, tilting my head as it rests on my shoulder. “Yeah, you're really soaking it all in, huh?”  He chuckled, making his way over to you on the bed. “Of course, how else do you expect me to react to my handsome boyfriend’s major bod?” I giggled as I said it in a funny tone.

Hawks laughed along, settling down beside me on the mattress. “This seat taken?” he quired as he got comfortable beside me.

I scouted closer, him wrapping his arm around my shoulders. “You know any seats open for you, birdy.” Smiling as I laid my head on his shoulder, soon after Hawks did the same as his was resting on top of mine. We stayed like that for a good minute as we just appreciate each other’s company.

Hawks’s voice soon broke the comfortable silence. “Are you ever gonna actually remember my name?” He asked, feeling the light weight of his head disappear as he turned to me.

My brows furrowed, “ I already call you ‘Hawks’, dummy.” I tilted my head to the side almost innocently.

Hawk blinked.

A smirk creeping up on his face. Tilting his head in an exaggerated mocking way, he pressed further. 

“I mean my real name-”

 “Keigo?”

I made an ‘O’ shape with my lips as I soon understood, the realization coming to me. “Oh! Oh, well. Yeah obviously, I just need to get used to it.” I encouraged, gently elbowing him in his bicep.

Hawks on, the other hand, grinned lopsidedly. Leaning in closer as his gaze stayed on me. His calloused yet soft hands came to intertwine with mine. The warmth of his breath against my ear was deliciously tantalizing.

His lips brushed your lobe as he murmured:

 “Maybe I should engrave it in that pretty little mind of yours…”

 A teasing nibble at your ear.

 “So you’ll never forget it."

A/n: If you enjoyed this then that will encourage me to write a part 2!

Some of these dividers were borrowed from @anitalenia!

PREACH

a reminder to all writers out there, you’re a human, not a machine

it’s okay to be frustrated with your works

it’s okay to be exhausted

it’s okay to have a writer’s block

it’s okay to just want to take a break for a while

it’s okay if some days you can only write one paragraph

it’s okay if some days you can only write a sentence or two

it’s okay if some days you can’t write at all

every single writer has gone through all of these challenges, but the thing is that it passes. none of these struggles last forever. so be kind to yourself. you’re doing fine, I promise.

Guys, please help me out when I say this. How the actual heck do I start off a smut oneshot⁉ I want to write my first one so badly 😭🙏 BUT I DON'T KNOW HOW TO START IT, like i have a really good idea on how to write one... I JUST DON'T KNOW HOW TO START THE DANG THING. So, please assist me😅

(Dark!) BNHA: Trying to get you pregnant

▶ This is a yandere/dark work and it may contain triggering content so please READ THE WARNINGS before. Do not read if minor.

More at Masterlist

Female Reader

Boys -> Hawks + Bakugo + Deku + Shoto

Reaction: An inside view of some moments between the boys and their darling when they're deeply invested in getting you pregnant - willingly or not.

WARNINGS: Implied Kidnapping; Captive reader; Implied Non-con.

AN: Please, reblog and give me feedback 😊

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Hawks

“... none of that, babe, just close your nose and gulp it all the way down.” Keigo’s soft voice does little to help you, and you quickly slap a hand over your mouth, desperately trying to hold back the contents that attempt to rise up to your mouth. 

He patiently stands by your side, holding the cup of the disgusting mix of vitamins, nutritional powders and vegetables, waiting for you to recover from the small sip.

The taste is somehow even worse than the putrid smell, lingering in the corners of your mouth – bitter and repulsive. It takes long minutes before you’re reasonably recovered – after painfully  swallowing back the bile that kept rising up your throat. 

“C’mon, just a few more sips and it’ll be over quickly, okay? Just pretend this is a soda and trust me, this will go down much easier.” you turn your face away, pursing your lips shut when Keigo pushes the cup closer to your mouth. 

“I can’t drink more.” 

“Babe, we talked about this.” he sighs. “This is for your own good, to make you healthier and stronger.” 

“I’m just fine.” you weakly scoff, pushing his hand away. “And you’re just saying that because you’re not the one drinking this gross thing. It’s seriously awful.”

“Babe…” he starts, wings ruffling behind him, restless. “You know exactly why drinking this is so important.”

“And I already told you – I don’t want a kid. So why bother?” you argue back. 

Keigo visibly frowns at that. 

“Don’t be like that.” he says. “Of course you want a kid. Maybe not now, but trust me, when our little birdie is born you’re gonna love it.” 

“I won’t.” 

“Yes, you will.”

“I won’t.”

“You will. And arguing with me won’t let you off the hook.” his tone hardens at that, brows tightening for a moment before Keigo forces himself to relax. “C’mon, just a few more sips, okay? Super tiny sips and I promise it’ll be all for today.”

“Keigo, I can’t, it tastes so bad, I’ll just end up throwing up.” you grab his arm vehemently, begging. 

“You’re a strong girl, I’m sure you can hold it all down, right?” he cheers you, immediately pressing the cup back to your lips. You gasp, feeling the sickening content touching your lips.

Keigo doesn’t relent until you finally open your lips, even when your hands attempt to push back the glass away. In the end, it takes the sharp stab of a red-feather against your thigh for you to at last open your mouth and Keigo is eagerly tilting the cup and slipping as much as he can into your throat. 

“That my good girl, drinking it all down.”

Your ears barely catch onto his praise as you’re too busy choking, the retching content refusing to slip down your throat and worse, it seems like all of it – including what you had already swollen – is aiming to come to the surface, much to your dismay. 

All it takes is one fleeting glance towards the kitchen sink and Keigo is immediately behind you, aggressively tilting your face backwards.

One hand slaps down on your mouth while the other works on pinching your nose shut. Muffled screams and tears are the only reaction you’re able to deliver, unable to push Keigo away. 

Fumbling and pushing is futile against his overwhelming strength and your vision starts getting fuzzy, the lack of oxygen getting to your head and you barely realize that you’ve swollen the nasty liquid until Keigo is finally allowing you to breathe again. 

“See, I told you it wasn’t that bad.” 

Shoto

Slowly scanning the test, it comes back as negative and relief immediately floods you, tense shoulders relaxing at the good news.

But the tension returns just as quickly when Shoto reaches from behind you, retrieving the test to see for himself. 

Controlling your face to be neutral is harder than it seems when Shoto’s disappointment switches into cold rage in a heartbeat. His hand angrily presses down on the pregnancy test, crushing it between his fingers before your silent figure catches his attention. 

Pressing your arms to your sides and lowering your eyes to the ground do little to calm Shoto's emotions and the tall man walks closer to you until he’s breathing on your hair. 

“I’m sorry.” the words escape from your lips, coated with softness. 

“Yes, you should be.” he icily glares at you, squinting his two-colored eyes down at you. “It’s been five months since we started trying and there are yet no positive results.”

“I’m sorry.” you repeat. 

“Look at me when I’m talking.” Shouto hisses at you, his simmering frustration leaving you uneasy as you reluctantly raise your eyes to meet his monochromatic eyes. “I don’t care about your meaningless apologies. What I want to know is why aren’t you pregnant yet? Care to explain that to me?” 

“I don’t know…” you quietly mutter, fingers fidgeting with each other in a nervous tick. “... but I didn’t do anything, I swear.” 

“Yes, I know that. There are no ways for you to prevent a pregnancy – I made sure of that – but clearly your effort and desire of building a family together is disappointingly low, to say the least.” 

If you could, you’d roll your eyes at that, frankly insulted on why would Shoto even think you’d be thrilled to have a child with your kidnapper.

Instead, you shrug your shoulders. 

He groans in frustration, hand rubbing all over his face. 

“Clearly you don’t desire this child as much as I do. I can’t force you to want a child, I’m aware of that.” he starts, provoking a wince in you when he brings his hand - his cold hand - to cup your cheek a little tighter than usual. “But I’ll be damned if I can’t make you love them. They deserve your love and attention, just as much as I do.”

His eyes burn into you, hot turmoil behind them. 

“And then we shall be a perfect family. No matter what I have to do in order to achieve that reality.” 

Bakugo

“Bak– Katsuki, can I take a break? I’m tired…” you beg breathlessly, sweat profusely running down your forehead.

Your feet are numb and the muscles of your legs burning with how long you’ve been forced to walk on the treadmill. 

Ever since Bakugo cemented the idea of having a baby you haven’t been able to rest for a single minute, constantly terrorized by the man that demands you to exercise following an incredibly demanding and exhausting physical plan. 

“And I don’t care. I told you before, the exercise plan has to be followed correctly to get results.” Bakugo sharply reprimands you. “How the hell are you supposed to be healthy and in shape to carry our kid if you can’t even walk the treadmill for 45 minutes, huh?” 

You frown at that, sending him a dirty look that he clearly chooses to ignore. Fuck him and fuck the kid. If it’s up to you, he won’t ever get that baby he wants so much.

But much like everything that has been happening, your level of decision is frankly limited. 

“You’re almost done with the treadmill anyways. 10 minutes left, that's a piece of cake.” he declares, checking the smartwatch on his wrist before returning his full attention to you. “After that, it’s the 60 push-ups and some light pilates. See? Easy work-out since you’re whiny today.”

You scoff.

“Oh yes, soo easy, thanks a lot.” your sarcasm doesn’t go unnoticed as Bakugo raises a brow at that. 

“Keep bitching and I might add more exercises to it.” he lightly threatens you. Pressing your lips together, you push yourself to keep going and finish the stupid workout. 

Bakugo doesn’t give up on pestering you as he leans forward, veiny hands holding onto the handrail and pink lips curling into a smirk.

He looks you up and down, drinking in your figure dressed with a revealing sports bra and tight leggings and his eyes darken with desire. 

“Might even create a new special workout exercise just for you.” he rasps out. “Get those legs ready cause I’m gonna make you ride me till I knock you up.” 

Deku

“Is this uncomfortable, my love?” he asks, fingers gently tracing random patterns against the slightly wet skin of your legs. Izuku’s messy hair tickles you when he leans to press a few loving kisses over the expanse of your naked stomach. 

“Silly question, of course it’s uncomfortable.” he replies to his own question, shaking his head. “But you’re fine with this, right, my love?” 

He looks up, sickly smiling at your exhausted figure.

You can’t answer – not with a gag-ball stuffed inside your mouth. You can’t move either – not with your arms rigidly tied to the bed’s headboard.

But what Izuku truly means is the obnoxious position way your legs are being held up into the air, blackwhip rigidly holding them up.

You’re not even certain if the old trick to holding legs in the air is scientifically proven to be accurate, but Izuku has been obsessed with forcing you into such a pose ever since Kaminari confided to him how Jiro got pregnant after a short period of time by doing this trick. 

Izuku coos, noticing the clear discomfort on your face. 

“Hey, I know, I know. It’s not very cozy, is it?” he apologizes, moving up so that he can hover over your face. His face is glowing, covered by a thin layer of sweat and happiness.

“But just think about it, my love, how all of your little sacrifices are going to be worth it in the end when we finally get to hold our little bundle of joy. Our own sweet baby!”

His eyes glint, unhealthy obsession and delusional love glimmering in those green esmeralds. Izuku looks nothing but personified insanity. 

“Oh, I can’t wait!” he reveals blithely, shuffling his body to lay your head on his bicep as he nuzzles your neck. “We’re going to have the cutest babies ever. Even Kacchan will get jealous, I bet.” 

You screw your eyes shut but that doesn’t stop a lonely tear from sliding down your cheek. Izuku hums, kissing the tear away. 

“You’ll see, my love, we are going to be one big happy family.”

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credits to me. feel free to use and save. of course credit would be appreciated but it is not required. I’m just making these for fun <3 dividers I’ve made to fics and things that are sitting in my drafts and decided to share.

BRO I LITERALLY CAN'T DRAW HAWKS FOR SHIT!! I WANNA CRY

HIS SMILE OM MAR GARRR HIS PRECIOUS SMILE- ,JHRF,JHFRSJLBSRFJBKF4EKJBSFRJKBFSRKJB ITS SO BRIGHT,,, SO BEAUTIFUL,, BEAMING LIKE THE SUN,, M SMILIN BACK MY BBY BOY UGHHHH

Every black girl is so pretty

*reblog if you agree*

"Sing to me"

A/n: This is just for fun so don't come at me; don't any of y'all take any of my post either!❤︎

CW: This is in the context of my Mha Oc "Crimson/Iris Hayashi"; short angst story

Enjoy(˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)

The night was heavy, thick with the scent of rain and blood. The sirens in the distance weren’t close enough—weren’t fast enough.

Crimson sat on the cold pavement, knees scraped, uniform torn, but none of that mattered. Not when Hawks—Keigo—was in her arms, bleeding too much, breathing too shallowly.

His wings were wrecked, feathers matted with red, and his golden eyes, usually sharp and full of mischief, were unfocused. There was no cocky grin, no teasing remark. Just pain.

Iris swallowed hard, pressing a hand against the wound in his side. “Keigo, stay with me.”

He exhaled, slow and shaky, his fingers weakly grasping at her wrist. “I’m here,” he murmured, but his voice was barely above a whisper.

She could feel him slipping, his warmth fading.

No. No, no, no.

Her vision blurred.

He blinked up at her, searching for something—reassurance, comfort, her.

Then, in the quietest voice, almost embarrassed, he asked, “…Sing to me?”

Iris’s breath caught in her throat.

She had only ever sung for him in moments of peace—soft hums while lying in bed, quiet melodies when he couldn’t sleep. But this—this—was different.

Her voice shook as she whispered, “You’re gonna be okay, baby.”

Keigo huffed something like a laugh. “Yeah… I know but...?” His grasp on her wrist wearingly tightened. "I need to hear that gorgeous voice of yours, dove."

A lump formed in her throat, but she nodded. She cradled him closer, her fingers brushing through his messy, blood-damp hair, and with a deep, trembling breath, she started to sing.

Her voice was raw but beautiful, carrying a warmth even the cold rain couldn’t steal away.

The song was something soft, something slow—one he had heard from her before, late at night when everything was still.

Keigo sighed against her, his body relaxing slightly, his grip on her wrist loosening—but not letting go.

“Pretty…” he mumbled, eyes slipping closed. “Knew I’d be in love with you the first time I heard you sing…”

Tears burned her eyes.

“You’re just saying that,” she whispered through a shaky breath, pressing her forehead against his. A tear slipping from her swollen eyes and on to his cheek.

He smiled weakly. “Hell no, you got the prettiest voice.” His eyes squinted slightly open, "matches your face..."

She let out a snort, voice cracking as she kept singing, even as the sirens grew closer, even as the rain kept falling.

She would keep singing.

Because as long as she did—he was still here.

Hope you enjoyed this! If you have any requests don't be shy! Also, if you want, I can write a little about my Mha Oc and her background 👀

You can never convince me that Hawks doesn't gives off Cinnamon Toast Crunch energy. It’s got that perfect balance of sweetness and crunch, and let’s be real—he’d probably love the cinnamon-sugar milk left at the end. Plus, it’s a little bit indulgent but still light, just like his personality.

That being said, I could also see him grabbing something simple like Honey Nut Cheerios if he’s trying to act like he makes “healthier” choices… but he totally snacks on Cinnamon Toast Crunch straight out of the box when no one’s looking.