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a/n: this was kinda fun for me to write bc I'm also shy and introverted and I love to occasionally draw so these requests were 10/10 tysm lmk if you have any other requests :))

You were Hawk’s personal assistant. You really wanted to be a hero and help people, but of course that wasn’t exactly easy to do when you didn’t have a quirk. You settled for helping the 2nd top hero, Hawks. Not that you were complaining, though. You had a tiny crush on Hawks, honestly most would just see it as admiration for his hero work. Yeah, he was really nice with fans, and tbh gave the best fan service, but when you were alone in his office he was even softer and more friendly. Somedays you’d spend the entire day chuckling with each other, getting distracted from the mountain of paperwork you had. Other days you sat across from him and had in-depth conversations about almost anything.

You were kinda shocked at how close you guys were since you were typically introverted and didn't have the best time talking to others. me too sis its okay we can struggle together. You and Hawks just seemed to click. Even when you were shy and awkward the first few days of working with him he made sure to reassure you that there was nothing to worry about. In no time you were talking with each other as if you had been friends forever. 

Of course he is still your boss, so you typically chatted about topics that were work-related. You knew not to pry into his personal life and he respected your privacy. One of the things you never really talked about with him was your love for drawing. You didn’t draw as much as you used to, but in high school that's all you did. It was just so calming for you and was a good outlet since you weren’t the best at voicing your emotions. 

Hawks knew you had a sketchbook. On days you didn’t have much work to do, you’d come into Hawk’s office and sit in a chair in the corner to draw. The office was lively, so often times your coworkers would be a little loud. You appreciated their energy, but sometimes you wanted some peace and quiet yk? 

One day, you’re sitting in your little corner chair when someone knocks on Hawk’s door. He mumbles a ‘yes?’, not looking up from the paper he was reading. Your coworker, Lisa, peeks her head in. 

“Is Y/n in here?” She asks, the door still halfway closed.

“I’m right here, Lisa.” You smiled up at her as she turned in your direction. 

“Hero Ground Zero wants to make an appointment with Mr. Hawks, and I know you’re in charge of his schedule.” She said and you nodded in response. “He’s on hold right now.”

You sighed as you stood up, placing your sketchbook on the chair beneath you. You followed Lisa out of Hawks's office and to the phone with your planner in hand.

After a 3 hour conversation because king explosion murder kept yelling at you to get an earlier appointment, you finally booked him in for a week from now. You ran your fingers through your hair as you looked at the time. You could finally go home. Normally work wasn’t tiring but that call drained all your energy. You packed up your laptop and planners from your office before going next door to Hawks. You knocked three times before quietly opening the door. He was still as his desk, doing paperwork. He looked up at you and gave you a tired smile. You go to offer help but he cuts you off. 

“I’m good, y/n, go home and get some rest.” He yawned. “I’m almost done. 

You nodded and said your farewell as you closed the door, heading home for the day. 

Hawks was lying. It was 6 pm and he knew he wouldn’t get done for another 3 hours. He groaned as he finished signing another paper, his wrist aching from writing so much. He decided to stand up and stretch his legs, proceeding to pace around his office. He lifted his arms in a big stretch, his wings unfurrowing and spreading behind him. As he began to come down from the euphoric high the stretch brought him ya’ll know what im talking abt that GOOD stretch yfm something caught his eye. There was your sketchbook. He really fought the urge to look through it, he really did. But curiosity killed the cat and big bird picked up the sketchbook. He giddily skipped back to his desk before sitting right on his paperwork he had to finish. He opened the book to find a really talented drawing of a guy. With wings. Wait is that him? 

It wasn’t like you were obsessed with him and the whole sketchbook was him, but there was an occasional sketch of his profile or him at his desk. There were even a few colored pictures of him and his beautiful red wings. He found it amazing how well you could draw, and honestly was a little jealous. 

The next day you came in a few minutes earlier than normal. You noticed as soon as you got home the day before that you had left your sketchbook at work, but you were too tired to drive all the way back to get it. You reached Hawk’s office and knocked three times before opening the door. 

“Hey Hawks, have you seen my sk- ahhh,” You paused as you found your sketchbook in his hands, and a stupid grin on his face. “Don’t-”

“Hey, little secret admirer.” He teased, standing up and walking around his desk to hand you the book.

“It’s not like that,” You pouted, snatching the book away from him. He chuckled before patting your head. 

“Sure it isn’t, Birdie.” Your face flushed at the nickname. “But you should show me your art more often, it’s amazing.”

a/n: okay i got a little carried away with this i didnt mean for it to be so long but i really like this idea lollll its a little self indulgent srry abt that but i hope you like it :)

it also kinda sucks and its all over the place but like if you squint its fine shh

Aizawa had recommended you to Hawks after he wouldn’t stop asking how his hair was so nice all the time. Like seriously, Aizawa’s hair is so healthy and soft wtf. Anyways Hawks calls and sets an appointment and you’re kinda nervous because you weren’t expecting a pro hero to want to come to your salon. I mean yeah you do Aizawa’s hair but thats only because you’ve known him since highschool and he doesnt trust anyone else with his hair.

Your salon was small, you didn’t get many customers so only you and your best friend worked there. It was very homely, the scent of vanilla and a hint of KFC hit Hawk’s nose as he walked in- wait...

KFC?

The bell on the door rang as it closed behind him. It was empty and quiet. Was no one here? Suddenly, his attention perked towards the doorway in the back. Your head popped out to see who was here, with a friend chicken leg between your teeth. Your face turned read as you locked eyes with Hawks. You stayed like that for a few seconds until you took the chicken out of your mouth and cleared your throat.

“Sorry about that, uhh, give me one second.” You quickly went back into the break room, wiping crumbs off your face and cleaning up your lunch. After you finish regaining your composure, you go back to the main room. Hawks was in the corner by a shelf of shampoos and conditioners, trying to determine which smelled the best.

“You’re here for a trim, right Mr. Hawks?” You asked. He hummed in agreement. “Are you sure you don’t want anything else today?”

He smiled at you, setting a purple bottle of conditioner down. “Well, my hair has been getting a little brassy, could you tone it for me sweetheart?” You walked over to him, grabbing a few products and explaining the process of what you’ll be doing to his hair. Your voice was quiet, sweet. He noticed how you almost refused to look at him directly, let alone in the eyes. Cute, he decided. You sat him down in a chair before you took a spray bottle and began wetting his hair. You noticed he had a lot of knots, so you grabbed a comb and began carefully detangling his hair. After you were done you started on giving him a trim. You made sure not to cut too much, and to maintain the shape it was naturally in since that was probably the way he liked it. Hawks was busy on his phone most of the time, but occacionally he would allow himself to look at you through the mirror, admiring the face you made when you were focused. After you were done trimming, you brought him over to the hair sink idk what its called i dont go to the salon and washed his hair. You then applied the toner, putting his hair in a cap so he could sit up. After a few minutes you rinsed out the toner and applied the purple conditioner he was eyeing earlier, watching as his eyes lit up recognizing the scent. After you towel dried his hair, you brought him back to his seat so he could see the color you toned it to. It wasn’t too different, but he definitely liked the change.

“Before I blow dry it I’m going to apply this oil that will keep it soft and help it not get so tangled, okay?” You asked before proceeding. He nodded and you got to work, pouring some of the oil into your hand and then spreading it throughout his hair. You gently massaged your fingers against his scalp, and watched as his head rolled back towards your hands, his eyes closing. You smiled as you continued massaging his scalp, his lips slightly parting causing you to giggle. 

“You know, Y/n, you’re really good with your hands.” You met his eyes looking at you through the mirror. 

“Thank you, Mr Hawks.” You smiled as you looked back down to your hands.

“I wonder what else you could do with them, hmm?” He said quietly, almost to himself. You felt your face heat up, turning a bright shade of red. He chuckled at your reaction, but decided to stay quiet and let you finish your work. Instead of verbally harassing flirting with you, he just watched you through the mirror. He couldn’t deny he thought you were very attractive. He loved the comfortable silence that would cover the both of you, with your occacional humming to whatever song was playing through the overhead speakers.

After you were done drying and styling his hair, you both walked over to the receptionist desk. Yk, so he can pay you. He gives you a hefty tip and you’re kinda shook. You tried giving him some of it back because it was just too much but he wouldn’t let you.

“Thanks for today, Y/n, you did a great job.” He said as he sent a feather to tickle your nose. You giggled as you tried to wave it off, your nose scrunching cutely. “I’ll be back next time I need my hair done.” 

“I’ll be looking forward to it, Mr. Hawks.” You said as his feather finally retreated as he walked towards the door. 

pairing: dabi x reader

word count: 1,425

genre: fluff angst

warnings: none other than the fact that this isn't edited :’)

The song if you haven’t heard it: here

a/n: I cant get this song out of my head and I just know dabi probably listens to the neighbourhood so ya here you go 

au in which dabi clears his criminal record by helping the heroes take Eri from Overhaul so he can live a life in peace with you. however, overhaul finds out its dabi who leaked very important information and had eri taken from him. Overhaul is now coming for dabi, planning on taking y/n as revenge. 

a/n: head empty, just dabi... sigh i love this man

this is kinda all over the place sowwyyyy

 i can see him really enjoying cold showers

 like the sudden contrast between his normal elevated temperature suddenly hit by freezing cold water

he’s low key a very physical person, and loves when you touch him

omg the moment he realized he was in love with you he had just come home from a mission

he was sitting on the toilet as you cleaned up any cuts or anything on him

you tell him how much you missed him and how much you worry but he hates hearing that you worry so he just pulls you down on top of him

so now you’re straddling him and your faces are really close and you’re like wow i never really looked closely at his scars and stuff

and so out of instinct you hold his cheeks and gently rub your finger over the staples on his cheeks

you ask him if it hurts and he says no so you continue

you continue running your fingers along his scars, under his jaw, over his ears, and just taking it all in cuz tbh you really dont know why he’s so attractive like these scars should make him less attractive right? wrong lol

you get to the scarring under his eyes, softly rubbing your thumb almost as a massage until you lock eyes with him. 

he’s been staring at you the whole time, watching as your eyes tentatively examined all his features. 

he just can’t believe someone as beautiful and amazing as you could ever want to be with him 

and he never thought he could care for someone as much as he cared for you

like at this point he hate going on missions because he misses you so much

after like 30 seconds of just staring you smile, quickly kiss his forehead, and move to get up

but his hands on you hips hold you in place and you’re like ?? 

he reaches his hand up to cup your face and presses his forehead against yours

“I love you, y/n.”

and you’re just in shock bc you never have these like soft sincere moments. 

but you also dont wanna overreact so you smile again and smash your lips against his

you end up saying i love you back later that night after he completely wrecks your guts 

definitely lets you help him dye his hair

actually loves you dying his hair bc 1) head massages and 2) he doesn’t have to do it himself

ik hes like a whole badass and whatever but i feel like hes lowkey a softie

like when toga (and you if this applies) gets her period he’s totally a walking heating pad

or if your muscles are just aching he’ll give you a heated massage

loves being babied like aw baby got a paper cut lemme get you a bandaid honey do you want spongebob or toy story?

a/n: some of these headcanons i got from tiktok bc my fyp is nothing but mha and haikyuu not that im complaining and some of them are from me and my friend up at 3 in the morning simping for hawks :)))

because of his wings, he sleeps on his stomach so he falls asleep on top of you and uses his wings as blankets while hugging you

he holds the back of your head when he hugs you

when he’s confused or curious he tilts his head like a bird aw

i feel like his wings make him very responsive ?? so like if hes happy to see someone his wings will puff up and like his feathers will flutter or if hes sad his wings will look droopier than normal

babie has definitely crashed into a few windows 

he gave you a feather as an earring/necklace so whenever he’s bored and not near he likes to mess w you by tickling you 

when he eats he sticks out his tongue before biting his food idk why i like this one dont ask lol

he’s afraid of fireworks bc yk he’s a bird they’re like 100x louder to him

his hair is always messy and knotted from flying so he loves when you take the time to gently detangle his hair 

omg imagine coming home from like a trip or smth where you’re gone for a while

and you step into your shared apt and all your blankets and pillows are in a circle and you’re like ??

and hes like sorry i tried to make you a nest aww babie ty

or like you get home a day early and you find hawks laying on a pile of your clothes or just anything that smells like you

brings you shiny little trinkets that he finds on missions or just out and about

you’re like where did you get this from and he doesnt want to admit he totally saw it through someones window and broke in to steal it for you

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Word count: 1159

Genre: Angst/fluff?

a/n: i honestly dont like this ff and you can tell i lost inspiration halfway through, but i still finished it so i’m sorry if it seems forced or rushed. i havent been in a very good head space so i’m sorry i dont post as much as i probably should lmao i just dont like posting or writing things im not inspired to

It had been a year since you walked out of your shared apartment with all your belongings. Yoongi had tried to get you to stay for hours before silently watching you gather the last of your things with tears starting to form in his eyes. His pleads still seemed to echo in your head, even after you moved back in with your best friend. Luckily, she helped you try to get over Yoongi. Although she helped you feel less miserable, he was always the last thing you thought of before going to sleep, and the first thing to appear in your mind when you woke up. You missed hearing his voice sleepily mumble lyrics, or hearing the piano playing softly in the middle of the night. You knew you could never really get over him, as he was permanently engraved in your mind. Not being around him was killing you slowly, but you had left him so broken. You couldn’t remember any other time seeing him cry. He was never the type to cry. You made him cry.

You knew he loved you but you were almost positive he wouldn’t want you back, even if you begged him to. You wondered how he was. If he was happy, or if he moved on to someone new. If he followed his dream to make music. You soon found your answer when you ran into him at a coffee shop. You had been craving coffee cake, and although your favorite coffee shop was an hour away, they were the only ones to could make a coffee cake the way you liked it. As soon as you stepped through the door, you felt a pair of eyes on you. The uneasiness settled in, and you couldn’t ignore the need to figure out who was staring at you. You quietly scanned the room as you stood in line, hoping to find whoever was sending a chill down your spine. When you finally found them, you could feel your heart sink to the pit of your stomach. There he was. Yoongi, sitting at a table in the corner with nothing but a coffee, notebook, and a pen.

Before you could stop yourself, you began walking towards the table. You could hear your heartbeat drum loudly in your ears and time seemed to stop as you made your way towards him. Yoongi sat up from his slouching posture to face you. His face seemed expressionless, and his movements seemed almost robotic. When you came to stand in front of him, he seemed to glare at you through the recently dyed black hair that messily framed his face. He was just as breathtaking as you remembered, if not more.

“What are you doing here?” He asked, tilting his head to the side.

“I- Uhm… I came for-” You stuttered.

“Coffee cake?” You noticed the corner of his mouth curve up in a small smile before turning back to his signature resting bitch face.

“Yeah…” You smiled sadly. He remembered your love for this shops cakes. You happened to glance down at his notebook, noticing your name at the top of the page. Yoongi noticed and quickly closed the notebook, sighing.

“Look-” You both started.

“Sorry,” You said, sitting down across from him, “Please continue so I don’t say anything stupid.”

“I know I’ve made mistakes before,” He sighed, “-but I finally got my degree and I have more time now. I can’t keep denying how not being able to say you’re mine is killing me. I need you Y/n, please just give me another shot.”

“Yoongi, it wasn’t your fault. The timing wasn’t right, you had your own responsibilities and-” You began to ramble before Yoongi cut you off.

“And that’s why I’m asking for another chance. We’ll get it right this time, just please?” He begged. It was killing you how desperate he was, and you knew how bad you wanted it to work between you and him.

“Okay.” You agreed quietly, almost to yourself. You were amazed he even forgave you, let alone wanted you back. You’re the one who gave up on the relationship and left, yet he still loved you.

“Okay?” His eyes seemed to brighten after hearing that simple word. You nodded and he smiled the happiest grin you had ever seen from him “I promise I’ll treat you better than I did before.”

He did. You didn’t think he could but he proved he could. He provided you with everything you ever wanted and more, showering you with love daily. This continued on for years, and there wasn’t a day he didn’t tell you how much he loved you. He was glued to your side constantly, always holding your hand in public or cuddling up next to you when you were at home. It was apparent he was scared to lose you again, but you didn’t think you could ever leave him like you had before. You noticed he had become a little softer during your time away. He smiled more often and his true personality shone through. He was so much more colorful now, compared to the monotone wall he had built up before. When you got back together, you learned he was actually in a band now. He could finally make enough money off of just music to pay his bills and you couldn’t have been more proud. Although he still had to write songs, he always made sure to balance that with taking care of you. No matter what, he would always go to bed when you did, and often made you breakfast before continuing his writing. He loved sharing his songs with you and often asked you for your input or suggestions.

When your two-year anniversary arrived, you wanted to do something special for him. He had been working so hard for the past few months, and you wanted him to know you’d always be here no matter what. That morning you dragged him into the car and blindfolded him, not wanting him to know where he was going. When you pulled up to your location, you told him to take off the blindfold.

“A… tattoo parlor?” He questioned with a small chuckle, “Are you forcing me to get another tattoo?”

“No silly,” You giggled while getting out of the car, “I’m getting one.”

That day you came back to your apartment with a matching rose to his permanently drawn on your right wrist, with the initials ‘myg’ written into the pattern. It was small, something someone would notice only if you told them where to look. That night you went to bed with love bites on your neck and the wonderful feeling of Yoongi's hands trailing every inch of your skin. The following morning you turned to look at the figure sleeping next to you, silently confirming to yourself this was the person you wanted to spend the rest of your life with.

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Word Count: 1,353

Genre: angst/fluff?

IB:

“They say "All good boys go to heaven" but bad boys bring Heaven to you” -Heaven, Julia Michaels

“I need you to show me love ‘cause I’m getting numb to the feeling.”  -Numb to the feeling, Chase Atlantic

You remember the moment you met him like it was yesterday. Your friend had dragged you to a party in an unfamiliar neighborhood, and although you protested, she forced you to come anyway. At the very least you got to dress yourself, and instead of her forcing you into a tiny black dress, you wore a black crop top and blue ripped jeans with a pair of fishnets under them. You slipped on black vans, refusing to squeeze your feet into painful heels, and prayed for the night to be over as soon as possible. You had been surprised how nice the neighborhood was, large houses towered over the streets and seemed way more intimidating and fancy than your nice small apartment. When you pulled up to the party, the music was already too loud for your liking. The house smelled of alcohol and vomit, which told you the party had been going on for some time. Many people were already shitfaced, and you didn’t like the idea of joining them. You limited yourself to only a couple shots before just sitting at the bar and playing on your phone. You were perfectly happy scrolling through Instagram and tapping your foot to the beat of the music when a man sat on the stool next to you and poured himself a drink. You looked up at him as he swallowed the liquor down, only to snap your eyes back down at your phone when you noticed him looking at you out of the corner of his eye.

“You don’t seem like a party person, huh?” You heard a voice say to you over the loud music. You looked up to see the guy staring at you, waiting for a response.

“Eh, my friend forced me to come.” You said, putting your phone down on the counter. The man seemed interesting enough, more interesting than the Instagram explore page at least.

“I see. I’m Yoongi, by the way.” He said, taking another sip of his drink.

“Y/n.” You introduced. You decided to take in his appearance, letting your eyes bask in the man that seemed to drip with attractiveness. His hair was white, his dark brown roots starting to peek through, exposing that it had not been bleached recently. He was wearing a black hoodie and black ripped jeans. You noticed a rose tattoo on his neck, which was slightly hidden by his hood.

You had begun talking for a while before asking if he wanted to go somewhere quieter to talk. You were getting a headache, and you loved the idea of getting some fresh air and going for a walk. Yoongi seemed to make you feel comfortable, and although you had just met him, you felt as though you had known him for years. You both clicked instantly, as if he was the missing piece to your puzzle you never knew you lost. You learned he was in college like you and was studying to major in music. You had similar demeanors and senses of humor, and he seemed to understand you in a way no one else could. You talked for a year before he finally asked you out. His confession wasn’t anything special or over the top. You were sitting on the couch in your apartment, watching a movie, when he offered the idea of being your boyfriend. You were amazed at his shyness as he stuttered over himself, as you never got many chances to see this side of him. Since the day you agreed to be in a relationship with him, you became inseparable.

You learned a lot about this man during this time. He never left the house without a selection of rings on his fingers. He didn’t enjoy going out a lot and preferred staying home and cuddling instead of going out. Despite this, every once in a while he would treat you out to an amusement park or weekend road trip. At night he enjoyed either sitting in silence, enveloped in each others warmth, or having long, meaningful conversations. You were proud to accompany him when he got his second tattoo, which was a rose on his left wrist that he dedicated to you. This wouldn’t be the last, as you always told him how sexy he would look with more tattoos. He lived to please you, both in and out of bed. Whenever you said you wanted or liked something in a store, he’d surprise you with it soon after. Your friends never believed he could have been such a perfect boyfriend, as he always seemed cold and unapproachable in public, but you were a part of the very few who knew how he really was.

After about 6 months you decided to move in together, as you were always at each other's apartments anyway. Despite the fact that he was always busy with classes, you stuck by him and helped him when he needed the inspiration to write songs. Since you were an English major and spent your spare time writing, helping him come up with lyrics wasn’t difficult and you enjoyed being a part of his work. Of course you would have liked a little more time with your boyfriend without helping him with music, but you knew to give him space when he needed. That being said, lately there had been many nights you spent alone while he slaved away in his office coming up with songs. You couldn’t deny the fact that you missed him, and his neglect had taken a toll on you. You wondered if he even wanted you there anymore. You had tried to get his attention one night, pressing your chest into his back and slipping your arms over his shoulders. You began kissing as the soft skin of his neck before he shot down all your efforts with a sarcastic remark.

“Stop being a little brat and let me work.” He chuckled. You knew he was just joking, but you couldn’t help take it to heart. You slowly retracted from him before silently returning back to your bedroom. You couldn’t fight off the tears stinging your eyes, and when you finally found yourself in the safety of your blankets you allowed yourself to cry. You missed the man your sheets no longer smelled like, as he often fell asleep on the couch. You missed him waking you up in the morning with kisses. You missed the feeling of his fingers lingering on your skin. Sure, he was a very quiet and closed off person, but he used to be at least the slightest bit more open with you. The next day you were greeted to the routine you were faced with for the past few weeks; wake up, eat breakfast alone, and get ready for work while your boyfriend was still locked in his office. You usually made enough for him and left it for the counter for later, but that morning you hadn’t. You were tired of being forgotten. That day when you got home, you were met with Yoongi rummaging through the kitchen.

“Hey babe, glad you’re back from work. Have you seen my-” You cut him off by pressing your face into his chest and wrapping your arms around his waist. As he hugged you back, you began to cry into his shirt. “Woah, what happened? What’s wrong?”

“I miss you.” You whispered.

“What do you mean? I’ve been right here.” He chuckled as he rubbed circles on your back.

“No, you don’t understand.” You began to cry harder as you tried to speak, “You’re always busy with music and I never get to see you anymore. It’s like you don’t even notice I’m here anymore.”

“Baby, you know I love you,” He sighed as you felt him rest his chin softly on the top of your head, “-but I really want to get this degree.”

“I know and I can’t help to feel like a burden. I can’t do this anymore, Yoongi.” You said, pulling away from his grasp.

“I- What do you mean-”