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Hawks x Autistic!Reader Headcanons

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he’s a trained assassin and spy. He doesn’t need you to tell him when you’re feeling overstimulated or overwhelmed. He’s already got everything you could need.

even then, he waits for you to reach out to him too. he never wants to overstep or assume he gets it.

talk about a collection of fidget tools!!!! dude has a drawer full of sensory items just for you <3

he actually has a guest room set up as a sensory zone with a crash pad and LED lighting just for you !! he knows that sometimes you need more space to yourself and he respects that

always brings you something related to a special interest after a mission

he’s not afraid to become the weighted blanket you need. He’ll either use his wings or he’ll straight up use his body and cover you for hours

he presses his forehead to yours when you’re melting down and are okay with physical touch. He does everything he can to ground you

he will ALWAYS take care of you, that’s just how much he loves you !!!

part two. PART TWO. 🫶🫶

lovesick

january hasn’t even hit double digits yet i’m all valentines ready 😭😭

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It was Valentine’s day, D-day, the day of yours and Keigo’s first date.

Normally, Keigo would breeze through a date easily. No problems. He’d smile cheekily, flirt in that way he always does and wouldn’t even think twice about casual touches, hand holding or kisses. 

 But with you, god, it was so different.

You two were already friends before he asked you out. You guys bonded over the little things: early lectures, stupid films and the bastard that was Touya Todoroki. However, long before he even entertained the idea of liking you romantically, his breath always hitched when you came into the room. As cheesy as it sounded, you were dazzling to him, funny and sweet. He was smitten. 

He thought that the hard part was finally over when he successfully asked you out. A movie night in your dorm, with a classic face-to-face, heartfelt confession (which ended with red cheeks and redder lips). He remembered that while you moved to press a firm kiss to his lips, you held his face gently. No one ever did that before. No one ever held him with such softness, with such affection like you did. 

Keigo, you muttered quietly with a smile into his ear, finally.

He reached for his jacket. God, he needed to get his act together. His hands fiddled with the zipper before dragging it up to his collarbones. The weather was getting warmer, warm enough to forego the outerwear. But, for some inexplicable reason if it got colder, he figured that he could offer you his jacket. Be the perfect gentlemanly boyfriend you deserve. He didn’t need the jacket anyway, he ran hotter than most. 

Keigo looked into the mirror, eyes scrutinising his reflection. He looked like he was going to take a hike up Mount Everest. For a more relaxed look, and to kid himself into looking like some state of calm, he unzipped his jacket. His hawk-like eyes zoned in on a small stain on his shirt. Fuck. Why on god’s green earth did he not see that before?? With furrowed brows, he glanced at the clock, then zipped his jacket halfway to cover the dirt and bolted out the door with a picnic basket in hand. 

Thankfully not out of breath, he arrived at the park. It was late afternoon and surprisingly empty. At this point in the day, Keigo was just glad that you were running slightly late too. He had received a text from you just as he reached the meeting place, saying something had come up and that you’ll be there in less than twenty minutes. 

Perfect! Just enough time to set up the picnic. The plan was to stay long enough to watch the sun sink into the sky and then, well, Keigo was willing to improvise. The sky was cloudy, he might have to concoct a plan sooner than he thought. 

“Keigo,” you gaped, “what the actual hell? This is beautiful!” 

His head snapped up to meet your eyes. They were clear and sparkling, and slightly squinted due to the huge beam on your face. Keigo thought that he would never see a cuter sight.

You set your bag down, laughing as you joined him on the picnic blanket. The sound, a delight to his ears. 

“What’s up sweets?” He huffed, laughing with you, “Miss me?”

Bending forward, you poked his cheek, “Always. Did you know you looked like a meerkat just then?” You quickly added.

He feigned offence, “You wound me! I’m excited to see you and this is what I get?”

“But you love me right?”

“I still didn’t look like a desert rat.”

You leaned back, to imitate the way he looked at you.

“Now, tell me that didn’t look like a meerkat.” 

“I’d prefer it if you said I looked like anything else — a hawk perhaps?”

“Meerkats are cute, I’m calling you cute!”

“Mmh…” He reached out his finger to poke your cheek just as you did, “Nope. Not at all. You must be seeing things.”

You rolled your eyes with a light smile, before looking at Keigo’s picnic set up again. 

“You did all of this for me?”

There was a fragrant bouquet of yours and Keigo’s favourite flowers sitting in the woven picnic basket, full bloom. You told him that you loved pretty things, what was prettier than flowers? Though, he was very close to printing out a bunch of candid photographs of you both to decorate the picnic — he refrained by a fraction. 

A platter of your favourite fruits were placed beside the flowers, meticulously arranged. Keigo was particularly proud of them; he cut the strawberries into heart shapes. However, the star of the show (apart from you, of course) was the cake he baked. It was a small thing, not the best looking. He was never any good with cooking, let alone baking, but he tried. It was slightly squashed on the side from being in the basket, even so, it should taste good. 

“Anything for you really,” he replied, your name sweet on his lips, “want to take a bite?”

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part two? yay or nay?

distorted reflections save us <3!! HHASSCSCIBSACAHSDDGSAUIHUUIGUGGHHHH

Thoughts

Hawks- Distorted Reflections Hawks- smiles a lot. He's nearly constantly grinning or smiling in some sort of way. It's nearly impossible to tell if it's real or not- not even Hawks' sidekick, Echo (His AU's Shoto Todoroki), or his trainee, Tsukuyomi can really tell.

Until you see him genuinely smile, catching him off guard. Until you hear him laugh without controlling it, when you somehow manage to catch him when he hasn't got his guard up.

His smiles light up his face, usually prompted by a small fluster he hides beneath his hand or presses his jacket over his face to do so. But nothing hides the crinkle in the corner of his irises, the way his eyes soften and his irises shine.

His laughter isn't exactly pretty. The usual chuckle you get is gone, replaced by a wheezing, chirp-infused giggling mess. His wings go all fluffy despite his excellent control of them, tears of mirth appearing in the corners of his eyes as he fights to get himself under control. He covers his mouth with his jacket afterwards, wings twitching and fluttering softly as his shoulders still silently shake.

You can't go back from seeing that. Once you have, you'll always be able to see, clearly, whether his smiles or laughter is actually, really true.

Or if it's just another part to his ever-expanding mask.

MONKIE KID MONKIE KID MONKIE KID MONKIE KID MONKIE KID MONKIE KID MONKIE KID

SECRET LIFE QUOTES THAT FUCKING HIT ME MAN AND IDK WHY:

Etho: "I'm going home, everybody. I'm dying in my home."

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Pearl: "My mounders! No! I've failed them again..."

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Gem: "Pearl, I'm not making you do anything! What are you doing?! We were friends!"

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Gem: "You guys are gross."

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Grian: "She's dead, Scar. You won."

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Scar: "How did the guy with no friends win?"

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I MAY BE BASIC IN MY CHOICES BUT. I AM FREE. AND HURTING

salarymen enrichment

haircuts

Headcanon that Hawks has at least once carried around a jar of ink and used one of his feathers to write "Hawks was here" somewhere really high up that isn't likely to ever be found. He just really needed to rebel somehow, no matter how small and how unnoticeable.