kate's chaos

Shinazugawa Sanemi x Reader

Word Count: ~600

CW: explicit language, sexual harassment

Emergency Request Fulfilled: Hello T. I was looking to submit an emergency request. I’ve never done this before so I have no idea if we need to be incognito or not? Oh well.

If it isn’t too much to ask can I have something sweet and comforting with the reader dealing with a similar situation and Sanemi being there to comfort, reassure, and just make things better in general?

Sorry this is so long. Don’t worry about it if you’re too busy. I want you to take care of yourself above all else. Thank you for listening. (⁠｡⁠•́⁠︿⁠•̀⁠｡⁠)❤️

“What’s up?”

“What’s up?” fondness in your expression as you roll your eyes, “You might as well have added dude at the end.”

“What’s up, dude?”

“Nothing, dude.”

“You sure, dude?”

“Very sure, dude.”

Silence. Sanemi steps toward you, your body leaning against the doorframe, keys still in hand. A warm palm cups your jaw in a single, fluid motion, thumb smoothing over your bottom lip’s nearly indiscernible tremor.

“You’re lying to me,” softly, “Dude.”

“I’m cold,” you retort, gently grasping his wrist, immediately missing his touch as you press his palm back into his own chest.

Narrow stare meets stubborn glare as he plucks your keys from your grip, a low Tsk escaping him. Quietly, he turns away and heads to the kitchen, intent on brewing you a mug of tea. You’re home, and that’s what matters most. He knows you’ll unwind in time—maybe even talk to him—and he’s willing to wait. If waiting means he’ll eventually get the opportunity, your trust, to soothe the crease in your brow, to ease the weight in your shoulders, to hold you; then he’s willing to wait.

“Nemi?”

Your voice startles him as you slink into the kitchen, empty kettle hovering above the sink, concern having distracted him from his mission. 

“Don’t hurt anyone, okay?”

His heart twinges. That means someone deserves hurting. He turns on the faucet, hoping to waterlog his imminent anger. 

“On the bus, this morning.”

“This morning?” he interrupts knowingly.

“Every, morning,” you swallow thickly, “There are…”

“I won’t hurt anyone,” he manages to choke out.

Because he knows you need to know that you can trust him. That you’re safe. Because he knows violence isn’t the answer. Because he knows he’d rather listen to you in the comfort of your home than during visitor hours in prison.

“There are men who make me… uncomfortable. On the bus. Especially, like, this one guy. Fuck Nemi, it’s so crowded and like, I can’t move and I don’t know what to do or say. I freeze. It’s never bad enough to like, scream. It’s subtle. It’s horrible. I don’t want to be rude, but I don’t want to talk either! I don’t want to like, tell him where I live. Or my favorite color. Or how many people I’ve slept with. I don’t want his stupid leg squished next to mine, and don’t get me started on his breath. Of all the places to sit, sit! Somewhere! Else! FUCK. Nemi. It’s fucking public transportation. The fuck am I supposed to do?”

Sanemi isn’t sure what the fuck you’re supposed to do—let alone what the fuck he’s supposed to do sans violence—but he is sure that both of you are crying. Kettle long forgotten, he gestures wordlessly, pulse jumping to his throat when you promptly close the distance. Teardrops stain his shirt just as they drip onto your hair, fingertips digging into his hips as you clutch tight, tightly, tighter.

Fuck those assholes.

How do I-

How can I-

Shit.

“I could walk you to work?” he whispers roughly.

“There’s a reason I take the bus,” you mumble, “Walking’s too slow. Unless you carry me?”

Snorting faintly, he kisses your head, shaky sigh raising goosebumps on your forearms, “Let’s buy a car. I can drive you.”

“But insurance-”

“Worth it.”

And you know he’s not entirely serious, but the thought of him becoming your personal chauffeur coaxes watery giggles between your sniffles.

“Did I say something funny?”

“You’re sweet.”

“I love you.”

“Nemi…”

“I love you,” he repeats, poking your cheek.

And he knows you understand the promise beneath his steady declaration, tentative grin gazing upward at his wry smile.

I love you. I’m here for you. You matter most.

“I love you more.”

“More than my oversized hoodies?”

Author’s Note: as always, pls heed CW (content warnings). These were not written purely for comfort, but also w/ ~realistic reactions in mind, so while they def lean toward comfort, there’s a certain lvl of inherent discomfort and pain in them as well. 🖤

hashira find out that you self harm

Hashira x Reader

Word Count: ~1,900

CW: depression, explicit language, implied self harm, traumatic references

Emergency Request Fulfilled: Can I request kny x reader, (sanemi, michikatsu, genya, giyu, & rengoku)

of an s/o who sh & feels very s*icidal

tough times yk?

Emergency Request Fulfilled: A request, idk if this is gonna seem insensitive, but could you write the hashiras reactions if they found out the reader sh? I have been struggling with these things lately and would like to see something like that, but if you feel uncomfortable with it then you don’t have to do this.

Emergency Request Fulfilled: I ended up breaking my streak of not sh-ing last night and I feel awful again. I was wondering if you could do a rengoku x Reader with that kind of subject material as a sort of pick me up. Sorry for bothering you like this it’s just I feel not so good rn and you’re someone who provides me comfort with your writing

kamaboko find out that you self harm

~faqs~

❦ GIYUU X PREGNANT!READER

cw: none, this is fluff, fem!reader

ᯓ☆ 𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔 : i love love love giyuu so much and i just want to give him all the love in the world. based on how i finally got thinning shears and have never been happier so i combined the two. weird concept but i enjoyed writing it.

! 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 ¡ : mentions of depression !! may contain unhealthy hygiene habits and or unhealthy thoughts (brief s*icidal thought mention in the beginning) !! reader is referenced as from modern day era because i love this concept. this also might be really long.

𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒕 : hi sorry this IS very long actually thank you

Hawks doesn’t ask if you’re okay. When he stumbles into the dimly lit kitchen to find you elbow deep in soapy water, he knows. He can’t see the way your eyes droop, angry, inflamed circles around them from sleep deprivation or crying he isn’t sure. Probably some combination of both. He can’t hear your soft sniffles, the little hiccups that escape no matter how hard you try to hold them in.

He does see the way your shoulders shake, though. And not just from the force of scrubbing already spotless dishes in the water he knows is too hot. He can see the steam rising in thin ribbons, floating to the warm yellow light above the sink. It was a small request you had when you purchased the home with him earlier this year. None of the harsh, pale lighting and cold white walls you had grown used to in your shared apartment. And Keigo, happy as long as you were, obliged. The walls of the living room had been painted forest green with flower petals and golden vines. The master bedroom was a rich shade of royal blue with golden flecks and lavender haze that reminded you of space. The bathrooms of white but decorated with handwritten quotes and doodles from all of your friends. And two spare rooms, undecorated save for the feathers you had painted on the wall to remind you of your husband, for use however you two decided in the future. It was a dream. To have purchased a home of your own and to have a husband like Keigo who happily went along with your decorative tastes and smiled every time you thought of something new to add.

It was the kitchen, though, that haunted him. On every side, pale yellow walls surrounded him. And though marigolds in hues of burnt orange, autumn red, and varying shades in between graced the edges above the hardwood flooring, it felt…lifeless.

Keigo had never been a truly spiritual person. He didn’t put much faith into things he couldn’t see or results he couldn’t depend on, but even he knew something was off about the kitchen. It was as if the moment you strode through the dark wooden doorway, the happiness was gone. Leeched, forcibly drained as if some entity existed in the spaces between the walls and demanded payment for entry.

It had become a routine to find you within these yellow walls, scrubbing dishes, cleaning countertops, compiling grocery lists or budgeting. All ordinary, mundane parts of life that needed to be done. Tasks which Keigo had offered to help with in the beginning, though he gave up after numerous cheerful rejections from you.

“It’s all good! You’re busy with hero work. I’ve got this!”

You’d said it with such determination, he didn’t have the heart to argue. He didn’t want to offend you or make you think he doubted your capabilities. He’d watched you pull yourself out of a life of rage and torment. You had been what most would call a villain when he first met you, and he always reminded you that you pulled yourself out of the darkness. He had merely been there to assist.

He never doubted your strength. He only ever feared your willingness to speak up whenever life became too much. And it seemed he had been correct.

“Need some help?” His voice is soft behind you. There’s a hint of his playful smile, though tinged with sadness.

Silence is the only answer he receives. He’s used to this. You shutting down when your emotions are too fierce, and while both of you know it’s not the healthiest route, he knows getting angry or forcing you to speak won’t change anything. So, as he’s done many nights before, he grabs a clean towel and stands beside you.

“You wash, I’ll dry, right?” He asks, his hip lightly bumping against you.

You swallow hard. Keigo watches your jaw tense, cheek sunken in on one side as you chew at the inside of it. A habit you’ve been trying to break.

For a while, you stare at the towel in his hands. You’ve stopped washing, pulling your hands out of the steaming water so your wrists sit on the edge of the sink. His oversized shirt you’ve taken as your own is damp now, the material clinging to your midsection though it flows around your mid-thigh where it’s dry.

Keigo waits patiently, watching you out of the corner of his eye as he finishes the dishes and drains the water on his own. You want to talk so badly. He can see it in the way you keep clenching and unclenching your jaw, brow furrowed and eyes darting frantically from side to side.

“How could you ever love someone like me?”

Your question is quiet, but it still cuts through him like a blade. Maybe it’s the harshness of your voice or the tears that have begun to trail down your cheeks. Or maybe it’s the way your eyes are focused on his hands rather than his face. Not for any particular reason, he’s discovered over the years. All he knows is that it’s hard for you to make eye contact with him when you’re upset like this.

“Sweetheart, I’d love you even if you were a worm.” Keigo’s voice is laced with playfulness as is his personality.

Some strange cross between a sob and a laugh echoes in the kitchen. Your hand rises to wipe at the liquid pooling under your eyes and around your nose, but Keigo is faster. Softly, his fingers sweep across your cheeks until your face is cupped within his hands. He’s so close now you can feel his flannel pajamas tickling your bare legs, his torso pressed against you despite the dampness of your shirt.

“You’ll get wet, stop.”

Keigo huffs out a short laugh, his thumbs ghosting over the area beneath your eyes. Slowly, his hands slide to your neck, leaving a scorching path of heat as they trail down your arms. The ring on his left hand is cool against your skin as he lifts your shirt, fingertips tracing circles on your hips. “Then take it off. Let’s go shower and go back to bed.”

You pull your lip between your teeth, the idea of a hot shower blissful but the threat of sleep too disturbing to entertain. It won’t be restful, even with Keigo by your side. Maybe especially because of that. Because all you can think about is how much you’ve tarnished him. How much of his reputation has been damaged because he fell in love with someone who used to be a villain.

“Hey.” Keigo’s voice pulls you away from your thoughts before you can truly slip back into them. His left hand has a firm hold on your hip now while the other slides around to your back.

“I don’t give a shit what anyone says about us. You’re mine. And I’m yours. And if they want their friendly neighborhood Hawks to stick around, they’ll learn to treat you how you deserve.” His fingers ghost up your spine, leaving a tingling sensation that almost makes you lightheaded. And his lips. His lips are oh so soft as they press against your neck in a feathery touch that forces your hand to latch onto him for fear of falling.

“You’re my baby aren’t you? Whatever you did, however you feel, you’re still my baby.” The trail of hot kisses he leads to your ear is addictive, distracting in the best way possible. “So, can we go back to bed?”

You shake your head despite the fog falling over you. This feels good. It feels right. But you’re so tired of sleepless nights and fighting to keep the nightmares at bay. “Can’t sleep,” you barely mumble.

He chuckles again, hot breath fanning against your ear in a way that makes you sag against him. He’s so warm, so persistent in his love for you. It would be hard not to fall for him.

A/N: Working on requests has been a bit draining, and I’ve been in the mood to try and write for Hawks again so here’s this. Totally not based on how sick I felt the other night because of heartburn…

Warning/s: mentions of pills, mentions of vomit, gagging, and throwing up

Tears swelled in your eyes as you hunched over, slowly lowering yourself to fully brace yourself against the counter. Your phone dropped to the cool surface, switching to speakerphone as you awaited Hawks’ voice on the other end. You were begging anything and everything for him to pick up the phone. He didn’t answer the first time, and your facetime went unnoticed. You weren’t sure how much longer you could last without his help.

The pain just below your ribs increased and you couldn’t help but gag. Just as you were about to give up on the phone call, Hawks’ voice came through.

“Hey baby bird,” he cooed softly. “Everything ok?”

“Hey,” you replied quietly. “I need help.”

“What’s going on?” you could hear the worry in the hero’s response. “Are you hurt?”

“You know those chewy things for heartburn,” you began. “Can I take them with these pills in a pink bottle that says ‘stomach relief’?”

“Oh,” there was a soft chuckle on the other side of the phone. “You shouldn’t need to, but you can. The tums should work fairly quickly.”

“They ain’t tums,” you grunted, wrapping an arm around your chest. “They’re those chewy things.”

“Yeah I know what you’re talking about. They’re just a different type of tums.” Keigo was silent for a moment. “You have heartburn?”

“Bad,” you grimace again. “Just below my ribs. It hurts like hell. If I stand up for too long, or sit up too fast I feel like I’m gonna be sick. I took one of the chewy things earlier but it hasn’t done anything.”

“How long ago?”

You hummed in thought, glancing back at the stove in the kitchen. “Maybe 20 minutes ago? I don’t know, to be honest.”

“Take another one and give it another 10 or 20 minutes. If that doesn’t work then you can take the pills.”7

You nodded, knowing Hawks couldn’t see you. “Ok. Thank you.”

“Hope you feel better, dove. If you still feel nauseous when you go to bed, take some Zofran and have a bowl on standby. Make sure you drink plenty of water. I’ll be home in a few hours, but call me if you need anything else.”

You smiled slightly despite the pain in your chest and abdomen. “Ok, Kei. Goodbye.”

“Goodbye, Y/N.” You set the bottle of pills down on the counter, digging through the shoe box of medication for the chewable tums you had just tossed into the box. Then, you grabbed a glass of water and made your way to your room. You gently laid down on the bed, shaking another chewable medication into the palm of your hand before tossing it back into your mouth. You took a sip of water and lowered yourself down to lay on your side.

Time passed and the pain didn’t ease, so you shakily took two of the pink pills you had called hawks about. They were fairly large pills, causing you to gag once again as you took them with another sip of water. 

You toss and turn for hours, hoping to find a position that could relieve your pain, even if just momentarily. The space between the base of your ribs hurt the worst and even just the slightest bit of pressure threatened to make you throw up right then and there. The pain was enough to keep you awake, but at the same time you were so exhausted you managed to doze in and out of sleep.

You awoke every 45 minutes to a new, achier type of pain just below your ribs. You tried adjusting your position but it only ever managed to make the pain worse, causing you to gag and desperately try to keep the contents of your stomach from covering your blankets. No matter what you did you couldn’t relieve the pain.

Hawks came home just past two in the morning, silently making his way through the apartment in search of you. He cracked your door open ever-so-slightly to see you asleep in bed. He took the opportunity to take a quick shower and change into his night clothes before checking in on you one last time.

Keigo gently lowered himself to sit on the edge of your bed, taking in your distraught look. Your arms were wrapped around your torso and you were curled into a ball. Your eyebrows were furrowed in what Keigo could only assume was pain. He wanted to wake you and try and help relieve the pain, but Hawks also knew that if you woke up you may not get back to sleep and that was something he didn’t want to risk. Against his better judgment, he stood slowly so as not to wake you and began walking towards your door.

He froze, however, when he heard you groan and then cough harshly, followed by what he could only assume was a gag. Whipping back around the winged hero rushed back to you. He sat beside you once again and gently rubbed your back with one hand, holding your hair with the other in case you did throw up. 

You gagged one last time before coughing, rubbing at your chest, then leaning into Keigo’s arms. Your head rests against his shoulder as his arms wrapped around you, one drawing gentle circles into your bicep. His head lowered to rest on top of yours, but not before he pressed a light kiss against your hairline. 

“Not feeling any better?” he whispered softly, holding you just the slightest bit tighter.

You could only shake your head and cry into his shirt. “Make it stop.”

Taking a look around the room, Keigo saw medicine sitting on your bedside table. He reached over, gentle not to jostle you too much, and unscrewed the lid to the pills. He returned the bottle to the stand, and in return picked up your glass of water. “Here,” he muttered, handing the pills to you. You swallowed them quickly, thankful for the water that Keigo pressed to your lips. The coolness of the liquid barely managed to soothe the everlasting ache, but it was a start.

“Let’s lay back down, yeah?” Keigo offered, guiding you to lay against his chest as he got under the covers. Once you were comfortable, he began to gently massage the areas that hurt you the most. “Do you feel like you may be sick?” he asked. When you shook your head and closed your eyes, Hawks hummed in content.

You continued to wake up every hour or so, but every time Keigo would wake with you and do anything he could to help put you at ease. He hated that you had heartburn this bad, and that it happened more often than you’d like. There had been countless times he would awaken in the morning to you asleep on the bathroom floor, where you had resided after being in so much pain it would make you sick. 

This set of headcanons is for @lovelywritersgarden, thank you so so much for your request! If anyone has an idea or a request they'd like to read from me, please comment or send me a message in the inbox!

Hope you enjoy it!

PART 2

Katsuki Bakugou

I feel like no matter the scenario, even if it was something light, he would go crazy! It doesn't matter if nothing bad happened to you, if he found out your life was in danger, or even your privacy violated, you can bet he would be the first person on the scene, shouting and growling at people!

~ Katsuki was getting sick of this, watching his idiots playing video games used to be really funny, but now it was just boring. ~ It was the same thing over and over again, he wished he was hanging out with you instead, but unfortunately you didn't go to UA and were working on a school project with your lab partner. ~ He never trusted that guy. ~ He would always stare at you, and he always seemed to be in the same places you were. ~ The two of you had gone out to a curry place for your date night last week, this guy had been in the store across from you. He was always waiting outside the school doors when he would drop you off at the gates. Katsuki was pretty sure he had seen the guy skulking around near your house! ~ He had a bad feeling when he'd walked you home the other night, he kept hearing rustling in the bushes, you told him not to worry about it, but he knew something was wrong. ~ That was when he got a call from you. ~ Answering the call, he was smiling (or smirking), happy to be hearing from you, as always. ~ "Hey babe, how's your project go-" ~ "Suki, you need to get over here, right now!" ~ You were whispering, it was echoing, like you were in the bathroom. ~ "Babe, what's going on? Are you okay?" Katsuki was immediately on edge, he didn't like where this was going. He knew he should have trusted his gut. ~ "It's my lab partner! He's crazy! We said goodbye, he left but as I was about to start getting ready for bed, there was a flash in my window, the creep set up a camera outside my house!" (y/n) was scared, terrified even. ~ Katsuki's face went stern and worried, already getting his stuff and leaving, without giving his very confused friends any insight. ~ Making it to your house, he could see your bedroom light on, he stayed on the phone with you, making sure you were safe, turns out you had hidden in the bathroom. ~ And the guy Katsuki was so worried about, was pounding on your front door, yelling at you to let him in, saying her was sorry and that he only did what he did to keep you safe. ~ "Oh yeah? Safe from what, exactly?" Katsuki barked, standing behind the stalker, arms crossed over his chest, his eyes almost glinting with his anger. ~ The stalked seemed to be smirking, until he turned around and saw the infamous Bakugou Katsuki standing there, his fingers beginning to spark. ~ He obviously. ~ Katsuki used his key on the front door, coming in and letting you know it was him and that the weirdo was gone. ~ You came running out of the bathroom, wearing one of his shirts, leaping down the last few stairs, you fell into Katsuki's arms crying hysterically. ~ "I've got you babe, I'll always protect you."

Eijiro Kirishima

I feel like Eijiro would probably panic about it more that you would, he would be worried sick about you, hoping desperately that you were okay, when in reality, you were the one that had effortlessly fixed everything!

~ Eijiro had never felt so out of sorts! ~ He had been panicking so much over the last few days, you had told him the moment you had started receiving pictures of yourself, threatening messages and you had the feeling that someone had been following you for months now. ~ And somehow you weren't the one panicking in this scenario, he was! ~ When everything went wrong in school, or during his training, he was usually so level-headed, so cool. So... Manly... ~ But this time, you were the cool one! You had gone straight to the police and the pro heroes. ~ They found the person who had been stalking you, a girl from the support course. ~ They had been given a stern talking to and a restraining order from the police and were expelled from UA for clearly not exhibiting supportive heroic behaviour. ~ "So not plus ultra!" As Denki had said when you had told them what had happened. ~ Eijiro still couldn't sleep well, he had nightmares, he was making himself physically ill from the worry, so he decided to head over to your dorm room. ~ Knocking gently, on the off chance that you might be sleeping, he made his way inside, to see you reading in bed. ~ "Hey pebble, you okay?" He asked, tentatively. ~ You nodded, clearly interested in your book. Wordlessly, you lifted one arm, making a grabby hand at him. ~ He took your invitation happily, jumping into bed and cuddling into your stomach. ~ You placed a kiss on his head, running your fingers through his hair. ~ You knew exactly why he was here, you knew he felt better when you were around, somewhere where he could keep an eye on the surroundings. ~ He loved you so much, this stalker problem had caused a strain on his mental health, he wanted to make sure you were safe. ~ As he was falling asleep, he looked up at you with happy eyes and mumbled under his breath. ~ "You're so manly baby."

Izuku Midoriya

Izuku would be similar to Fumikage I feel, going completely overboard with security until you got annoyed... Obviously you couldn't be mad at the cinnamon roll for too long, I mean, look at his little face!!!

~ After the stalked had been caught and taken care of, Izuku went nuts! ~ He had put security cameras everywhere! Nowhere that would invade your personal space of course, but everywhere else. ~ Mina nearly killed him when she walked out of her room and ran straight into Izuku on a ladder, installing a camera above her dorm room. ~ You decided that he was getting a bit too overboard in his security measures. You had tried to sit him down and talk to him about it, he had just started rambling a million miles per minute, trying to get back to his detective vigilante work. ~ He had finished with the security cameras and had moved on to detailed guards, he had his friends watching you when you were out of classes, in classes, walking you to your dorm and escorting you home. ~ He'd gone so far as to having his guard duty on their own radio frequency, they had walkie-talkies each and you best believe, the boys loved it! ~ Izuku was taking your safety so, incredibly seriously, that his grades had begun dropping, his sleep schedule was all over the place, he had been neglecting his own health to make sure you could feel happy in your own place. ~ He was falling asleep at his desk, he wasn't doing his schoolwork, even Aizawa was worried about his problem child! ~ He sent Izuku to his room, he asked you to go with him (mainly because Izuku refused to leave otherwise), and you settled him in bed and made sure he was falling asleep. ~ "Izuku, I know you want to keep me safe, but I can take care of myself, what you've done so far is so sweet, but it's unnecessary. You need to take care of yourself now... Understand?" You said with a tight smile. ~ Izuku could see you were worried about him, so he nodded quietly and fell asleep, his hand holding tightly onto yours. ~ He removed his security cameras the next day, pleasing Mina greatly.

Shouta Aizawa

Shouta wouldn't be all that worried about you, you were surrounded by pro heroes and cats that would put their lives on the line for you. There was also a certain student that he knew would keep you safe.

~ If anyone had been traumatised by the stalking scenario, it hadn't been you, or Shouta, it was Shinsou... ~ He had been so worried about you! ~ You were the person he turned to when he was worried, stressed or scared, now he realised that he couldn't, that he had your own things to deal with. ~ Now you were worried about Shinsou. ~ He had pulled away from you and Shouta, he had bottled his feelings and he was about to pop. ~ Coming into Shouta and your shared apartment, he was already stressed, classes were difficult, training had gotten harder and worst of all, your stalker had yet to be caught. ~ You on the other hand, were smiley and cheerful, as always. ~ "Hitoshi!" You grinned, seeing your favourite (foster) child enter the kitchen. ~ You had been busying yourself around making dinner and cleaning up the apartment, but you were never busy for Hitoshi! (Or your cats Miso and Hizashi). ~ "You okay sweetie? Come sit down, dinner's nearly ready!" You said, still wearing a bright smile. ~ Hitoshi couldn't take it anymore, beginning to shout, loudly and passionately. ~ "How can you be so happy!? Someone was stalking you! Your privacy was completely invaded, and you're the partner of a pro hero! If he can't keep you safe, who can!?" ~ "Shinsou." ~ Shouta was stood behind Hitoshi, waiting patiently to speak. ~ "I know you're worried about (y/n), I am too and believe me when I say, nobody is more ashamed that this happened than me. I let this happen and I let them get away. But I am doing my best to find the person responsible and have them punished." ~ Hitoshi looked down, biting his lip harshly to stop his tears from falling. ~ You smiled softly at the boy, opening your arms and drawing him in for a hug, which he eagerly returned. ~ Looking over the boy's shoulder, you could see Shouta smiling at the two of you, it made him happy that you took such sweet care of his protegee. ~ But he was still immensely disappointed in himself, first, because he had failed to keep you safe, but also because he hadn't noticed the effect this had had on Hitoshi. ~ He was going to keep the both of you safe, no matter the cost.

Takami Keigo

Honestly, out of all of the MHA characters, I think Takami would be the character to get the most outwardly angry. Not against the stalker, or even the police at failing to keep you safe, but at himself for not noticing sooner.

~ It had been nearly a week since the stalker had been caught and convicted, you just wanted everything to put behind you now. ~ You were heading over to Takami's agency, you were meeting him for lunch whilst he had a break. ~ Entering the building, you walked straight up to his office. ~ Takami had made a big parade of showing you off around the building when the two of you had become a couple, a sort of bird tradition, he said. ~ At the entrance to his office, his receptionist seemed worried. ~ Looking up at you, they looked even more worried, "(l/n)-san! I'm so sorry, but you can't go in there, Hawks is... Is in a m-meeting!" ~ You looked at them confused, "Takami didn't mention any meeting to me..." You mumbled under your breath, but still turned to wait downstairs, preparing a text to let him know. ~ When you heard a loud crash, coming straight from Takami's office. ~ Turning swiftly, you rushed into his office, slamming the doors open, "Takami! What..." ~ As you let your eyes drag around the room, you could see the amount of damage he had done. ~ His computer had been completely demolished, the screen shattered and cables torn. The paintings on his walls had been ripped to shreds. Paperwork was everywhere. Takami was stood staring out the window, after having thrown the books off the shelves. ~ His feathers were ruffled and his breathing was heavy. ~ "Honey..." ~ Takami turned, shocked, clearly not having heard you enter. ~ "Uh, hey chick, I'm sorry, you... You weren't supposed to see that..." ~ Takami looked truly ashamed of himself, he hadn't wanted you to see him like this, but he had been killing himself thinking about what had happened to you. ~ "What did you do?" You asked him, walking closer to him, holding his hands gently in yours. ~ He sighed, sitting down in his chair and looking up at you, his usually impish face looking tired. ~ "What happened to you, shouldn't have happened, I've been so busy working I wasn't looking after you and this happened." ~ Takami looked so disgusted with himself, staring at his feet. ~ "I was supposed to keep you safe, I failed. You were scared and your privacy was violated, I should have been there baby bird and I didn't even know this had happened to you until after they caught the guy!" ~ You could see he was getting more and more upset, you lifted his chin, pressing a kiss against his forehead. ~ "My love, this wasn't a situation you could control, it's been handled and I feel safe, because I'm with you. Now can we please go to lunch and maybe look at new decor for your office? You look like you could use some!" ~ Takami smiled gratefully at you, kissing your hands before nodding, holding the door open as you both left to go to your favourite chicken place. ~ This would never happen again.

STAY THE NIGHT — KEIGO TAKAMI.

warnings : depictions of a bad mental health episode and disordered eating, vague allusion to keigo's past, gender neutral reader, pet names (duckie, baby, sweetheart), written with selective mutism in mind.

notes : very self indulgent comfy fic i wrote this week for myself, just posting in case it puts a smile on anyone else's face <33

wc: 1.2k

kats 💕: you’re not even ready for the movies i have planned

9:15pm

kats 💕: why are you so late

kats 💕: did you put your socks on backwards or smthn

9:43pm

kats 💕: yn what the hell?

10:01pm

kats 💕: baby what’s wrong?

kats 💕: you’re fucking stressing me out.

10:08pm

kats 💕: yn please

katsuki sits on the edge of his bed, leg bouncing.

where are you?

feeling fed up with this waiting game, he stands abruptly and throws open his door.

stomping to your dorm he yanks it open to find it empty… that’s weird.

he figures you could be training and lost track of time so he heads to the training rooms.

no sign of you, but he does spot kirishima.

“have you seen yn?” he asks impatiently.

kirishima turns to him confused.

“um no? maybe ask mina i saw her in the common room before coming out here.” he replies before returning to his punching bag.

katsuki huffs heading towards the exit with a frown on his face.

he checks the first floor common room and doesn’t see mina.

sighing he thinks he should check her floor… if only he remembered what floor she was on.

so he sighs and goes up floor by floor looking for her.

finally, he sees her pink curls shake while she laughs on the common room couch with sero, kaminari and momo laughing along with her.

“hey.” he says, walking towards them with a scowl on his face.

“hey bakugou!” sero calls from his spot on the couch.

“you seen yn?” he asks the group, ignoring sero.

“why don’t you come over here and find out?” mina asks and his head tilts in confusion.

“just come here!” she groans and he huffs but come closer to the couch anyway.

groaning when he sees you, cuddled up in a ball asleep with soft breaths spilling from your lips.

“fucking hell yn.” he mutters to himself.

“she’s been asleep for hours.” mina says, laughing.

“you fucks couldn’t have put a damn blanket on her? she looks freezing.” he says sighing in annoyance.

walking around the couch he sighs before gently picking you up and ensuring you’re comfortable before making his way back to the elevators.

“bye yn!!” mina calls.

you stir in katsuki’s hold, eyes peeking open and seeing your boyfriend.

“hey kats.” you mumble, stretching.

“what time is it?”

“like 10:30.” he says, trying not to sound annoyed.

“what? did i miss our movie date?” you ask sounding sad.

all his anger fades away at your words.

“yeah, you did baby. it’s okay.” he soothes.

“it’s not okay kats!” you whine, eyes fighting to stay open.

“we can still watch what you planned out. we have to!” you say frowning, nuzzling your face in his chest.

“it’s late sweets. a sleeping date is just as good.”

the two of you argue back and fourth during the elevator ride and the walk back to his dorm.

“i want to watch the movie kats.” you frown, trying to rub the sleep out of your eyes.

“shh, i know.” he says, laying you down in his bed and kissing your forehead.

he goes to brush his teeth and when he comes back to the room he sees you sitting up in his beds, covers tossed aside and a determined look taking over your sleepy features.

you pat the spot next to you and he sits.

you press the power button on the remote and see the movie he was gonna put on for you.

you feel his arms snake around your stomach and try to pull you to his chest. you wriggle out of his arms because you know you’ll be out like a light if you’re in his arms.

he laughs, knowing your tactic.

“thought you weren’t tired.” he teases.

you whip your head to look at him.

“i’m not.” you defend. he laughs, shaking his head.

“let me hold you then. you shouldn’t fall asleep… unless you’re tired.” he says, arms grabbing at you again.

“fine.” you huff, cuddling into him.

his hands brush the hair that falls over your forehead back, kissing your exposed head, then allowing your hair to fall back into place. he continues repeating this pattern and you look up at him through your eyelashes.

“you overdid it during training today, hm?” he murmurs with his lips against your head.

you shake your head.

“i’m not tired.” you repeat.

he laughs, brushing your hair back again.

“yeah yeah. i know. doesn’t mean you didn’t go too hard today.” he whispers.

the repetitive movement of his hand moving through your hair made your eyes droop and you inched closer to his chest so he wouldn’t notice.

obviously, he noticed.

“hey.” he whispers, placing a few pecks along the side of your face.

“hm?” you mumble sleepily.

he smiles down at you.

“you might not be tired, but i fuckin am.” he lies.

“how about we turn the movie off and get some sleep, okay?”

you look up at him and he shoves his face in your neck, practically tackling you and wrapping his arms around you.

you giggle softly.

“turn off the damn tv.” he grumbles, now feeling seriously tired.

you reach around him, grabbing the remote and switching the tv off.

you press a soft kiss to his face before laying your head on the pillow and yawning.

“hey katsuki?” you whisper.

“mmmmwhat.”

you smile at his sleepiness, pressing open mouth kisses down the side of his face.

“i might’ve lied when i said i wasn’t tired.” you say as quietly as you possibly can.

he peeks one eye open at you.

“Kei..?” You call out, looking around the room for him. No one’s here besides you. Your thoughts say back in response. “Keigo?” Your sleepy voice says once again, only to be met by silence.

you cuddle back down into your bed, your eyes falling in exhaustion and a slight bit of disappointment. He must’ve gone home.. you think to yourself.

The night felt long, and quiet, almost as if you were the only one in the town. For japans usual busy traffic, tonight had to be the most calmest. your beautiful eyes shut, as your hands laid at your side, blankets covering you comfortably. You slowly faded in and out of rest.

The crinkle of the covers awakens you alongside the feeling of a gentle pressure wrapping along your waist.

“hey..” a soft voice called out, his hand brushing the hair out of your face as your eyes fluttered, waking you out of your rest. “were you calling me?”

“Kei..?” Your tired voice says, finally recognizing the soft figure standing above you. “I thought you went home?”

He shook his head gently as a soft smile appeared on his face. “just got water.” he whispered.

You exchange back the soft smile as he kisses your forehead. “you okay?” He softly asks.

“Yeah I was just wondering where you were.” He nodded, placing his water down next to the bedside table.

“Nah I wouldn’t leave you like that.” He winked as his scratchy voice managed to tease in your ear, still being as quirky as ever even when he just woke up.

“You can go back to sleep doll, we don’t have to be up until another few hours.” He said, tucking the covers over you.

“What about you?” You asked gently.

“Don’t worry honey, I’ll stay.”

A/n: I had zero idea what to do for the title :')

General info:

Genre: angst to comfort/comfort // wc: 1, 042 // meow- idk

Summary: you finally fall apart after four months of trying to be "okay" without your husband.

Warnings!: A bit of Hawks spoilers, crying, loneliness, and acting "fine" when you're not. Please let me know if I miss any! <33

My Birdy 🥰❤️ (Hawks):

i just feel really bad for being gone so long :((

My perfect, goregous, angelic, Baby Bird 🥰😍😘🥺❤️💍 (you ;3):

I'm okay!! ofc I miss you, but it can't be helped! I'm fine baby, dw about it ❤️

My Birdy 🥰❤️:

oh i love you oh so, soooooooooo much!! i can't wait to pull you in my arms and smother you with cuddles, kisses, compliments, i love yous, and kisses!!!!

My perfect, goregous, angelic, Baby Bird 🥰😍😘🥺❤️💍:

you already said kisses! But I can't wait either :)

My Birdy 🥰❤️:

ohhh i wanna wrap you up and smother you oh so so much

You smiled sadly as you continued to read the texts your beloved spammed, hands shaking. You were in fact not okay, but there was no way you'd tell Keigo that. He already feels so bad about having to be away- he does not have to deal with the world crumbling guilt he'd feel if you really told him how heart broken you were without him.

papa elynas with a message for all you lovely artists out there

he wants to cry.

you’ve been sleeping all day. he wants to hold you.

he takes shaky steps towards the lump of blankets piled on you. the blankets that he carefully draped over you hours before, kissing you gently as he smoothed the blankets over you.

you’re sleeping. you look soft and cute, like mochi.

he presses a soft kiss to your nose and your eyes flutter, but never open.

lifting the blanket and watching your brows furrowed from the cold air, he slips underneath the sheets.

you sigh breathily, squirming when he pulls you against him.

“i know, ‘m sorry.” he coos, pressing kisses anywhere he can reach.

you peel your eyes open, seeing your boyfriend.

your eyes always get a little glossy when you look at him, it’s the guilt of making him take care of you and him having to love you.

“don’t cry, c’mere.” he says pulling you tighter to him.

you dig your face into his pecs and he allows his hand to travel up the hoodie you’re wearing, the hoodie’s his and he placed it on you yesterday when he had a shower with you where he washed your hair and moisturized your face.

you lifted your chin to nose at his jaw, he hums softly. you and your nose make your way up his face, nosed against his lips and his cheek, then finally met his in a sweet eskimo kiss.

he smiles down at you, a soft smile that he reserves only for you.

you press your lips to his softly, the two of you molding together like you’re trying to come together as one.

he pulls away after a few minutes, feeling his lips press against your head while his arms hold you tight, grounding you.

“what’s goin on with you?” he asks gently.

he feels you stiffen in his hold

“will you come downstairs with me?” he asks gently, threading his fingers through your hair.

you look up at him with a pleading eyes, a look he recognizes as your ‘please don’t make me do this’ look.

“i’ll carry you. and we don’t have to talk to anyone.” he reasons and you lift your leg over his hips to pull him closer to you.

“you need to eat.” he says and you bury your face in your pillow.

he kisses your cheek softly.

“okay.” you mumble after a few minutes.

“really?” he asks hopefully and you nod slowly.

he starts to get up but you stop him.

“just… 10 more minutes.” you sigh and he settles back into the bed.

ten minutes come and go and you’ve fallen back asleep. katsuki rubs your head and whispers praise to wake you.

your eyes open and you sigh.

“you’re so good for me baby.” he says as he climbs out of the bed and grabs you from under your shoulders.

you wrap your limbs around him and start to tear up again.

“what is it? hm?” he asks, nosing at your neck and kissing your cheeks.

“i’m dragging you down.” you wail and his head tilts in confusion.

“i just get these episodes and you have to watch me rot away in here and you probably want to break up with me because i never go out with you and im so emotional all the time.” you sob, hands aggressively trying to wipe at your eyes.

your tears get cut off with a sweet kiss and a hand grabbing yours to pull them away from your face.

he gives you soft kisses while swaying you in the dark of your room until you’ve laid your head against his chest and your tears have stopped.