#Asami would “ok” in a tone that means you just fucked up by yelling
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#Zaheer would say “ok” in a calm voice#mako would say “ok” in a sarcastic voice#Asami would “ok” in a tone that means you just fucked up by yelling#asami#zaheer#meelo#mako#bolin#lin beifong#kya#kya ii#amon#kuviera#korra#ikki#legend of korra#alignment chart#alignment chart meme
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I Vote Makeovers!
Fandom: The Legend of Korra
Pairing: Bolin / Reader (feminine)
Rating: K
Tags: Makeovers, Very Tender Makeup Application
fakelavish requested: hello again! 🥰 i know you’ve got a long list but i’ve another SFW request for a female reader when you can manage! ik Bolin would be open to a makeover! the reader would be straddling him applying his makeup like in that ✨one meme✨ and he’d be really confused by all the different products and would probably be scared of the mascara wand poking out his eye 🥺 prob’s wouldn’t stop looking at himself in the mirror feeling all empowered 😌 we love a man who’s comfortable w/ his masculinity ❤️❤️❤️
A/N: as a he/him that does makeup... you go, Bo, you go. also this took fucking forever and i struggled with it a LOT but i finally finished it and i don’t think it’s half bad! title is inspired by that one line Bolin says in “The Aftermath” when Korra and Asami are talking about bonding... you know that boy wanted to get in on the makeover action.
You leaned close to the mirror, holding the pencil steady as you meticulously filled in your eyebrows. You were just going to the store with Bolin, but you still liked to wear makeup. It was like a little piece of art you could wear every day, and you loved collecting new products and trying them out.
As you finished applying your mascara, you heard a knock on your door. That was probably him!
“Come in!” You yelled, and you heard the door open, the creak distinctive to your ears at this point. “I’m in the bedroom,” you called, in a softer voice, now that you knew he could hear you.
Bolin made his way to your bedroom, and when he peeked in, you could see his shocked expression reflected in the mirror. You weren’t surprised – there were a lot of different products currently played over your vanity at the moment. He probably thought you were being a bit excessive, since you two were just running errands.
“Oh, hi Bolin! Don’t worry, I’m almost done,” you promised him, capping your eyebrow pencil and grabbing a nude lipstick.
“Oh, it’s OK, I don’t mind,” Bolin assured you, taking a few steps into your room, his eyes never leaving your face as you applied your lipstick. You smiled at him, turning and lowering the product from your lips.
“What?” you chuckled, and Bolin blushed, scratching the back of his head. He had been staring at you pretty intently, and you thought it was so cute when he blushed.
“Nothing! I mean, not nothing – I’ve never seen you put on your makeup before. I – it sounds kinda stupid, but I never really thought about how you do everything… I thought it was just like, maybe some kind of big puff, and then lipstick,” he shrugged, gesturing to the collection of products scattered around you. You smiled at him, picking up your setting spray to finish your look.
“No, it’s a little bit more complicated than that,” you giggled, spritzing your face. Bolin watched you curiously, leaning against one of your bedposts as you fanned your face.
“What was that?” he asked. You smiled, setting the spray down.
“It’s setting spray,” you replied, not wanting to bore him with the details. You were used to people only asking about your makeup as a formality, to be polite. Your friends weren’t interested in the slightest, besides Asami, who only knew the basics and didn’t stray far outside her signature dark lip. Your previous boyfriends had ranged from complete apathy to downright dismissive of your hobby, so you didn’t want to bore Bolin with the details.
But he pressed.
“What’s it for?” he asked, drawing nearer, his eyes raking over the products scattered across the vanity. You watched him in the mirror, as he actually looked at your products with interest, his eyebrows scrunched quizzically as he tilted his head to the side, rubbing his chin with a thumb. Usually, you would just move on, to the next topic, not wanting to ramble, but Bolin actually looked interested.
“It helps your makeup stay on, here-“ you passed the bottle to him, and he took it, examining it closely. You grinned, thinking that he looked to cute. “It can also help it blend together. Sometimes when you put on your blush on top of your foundation, it won’t look quite right, and-“
“What are those?” he asked, then backtracked. “Well, I know blush, it’s the – the blushy one! For your cheeks!” he pinched his own cheek in demonstration, gesturing with the other that still held the setting spray, and you giggled at his exaggerated movements. “But what’s foundation?”
“It’s this one,” you handed him the container, and he examined it curiously. “It’s the foundation of your face, so it’s used to even out your skin tone. It also helps other products stick better to your face.”
“Oooh,” Bolin nodded, understanding. You leaned back in your chair, watching him as he looked over your products with enthusiasm you hadn’t really expected from him.
“I could do your makeup sometime, if you like,” you offered with a chuckle, thinking that your comment would be taken as a joke. You would like to do Bolin’s makeup – he had such long, pretty lashes, and you knew that with the right products your could bring out all his best features – his strong jawline, his cute button nose, his wide green eyes. But you also knew that the last time you put makeup on a man, he had immediately washed it off, as if it had been a chore to have you put it on him in the first place. That was back when you were training to be a makeup artist – you had since moved past that profession, partly because of that experience.
But Bolin, instead of laughing, looked at you with wide eyes, his reaction sincere. He looked… excited? Hopeful? But then he caught your eyes and blushed, looking down, setting the products back on your vanity.
“No, you don’t have to,” he chuckled, but it was awkward, and then your own eyes lit up. Would he let you? Did he want to?
“No, I want to! You would look so good, with some contour, and mascara-“ you were almost completely turned around in your chair, looking like an eager kid in a candy store as you watched Bolin. He blinked at you, shocked.
“Really? You – you wouldn’t think it was weird or anything?”
You shook your head, vigorously. “No – not at all! I mean, I’m surprised you don’t know more about it, actually. I would think that back when you were a mover star, that you would have worn some.”
“Really?” he asked, taken aback by the assumption. You nodded, getting up from your chair.
“Yeah! I mean, I know you were filming back when movers were brand new, but when I was thinking about working as a makeup artist-“
“You were going to be a makeup artist?” Bolin asked, his eyes wide, almost glittering as he stared at you in awe. You blushed, flustered that he would consider that something worthy of the awe it seemed to inspire in him.
“Well, yes, I considered it a while ago. A lot of the other artists I talked to worked mostly with mover stars – and all of them wear makeup on set. Of course, mover makeup is a lot different than what you would wear for a night out…”
“Then really, it’s weird that I’ve never done my makeup!” Bolin connected the dots. Or, he attempted to. You grinned at him.
“It’s weird that you’ve never had your makeup done. Actors don’t do their own makeup. They have people like me do it for them. Or, I would have…” you trailed off, looking down.
“Well, it makes perfect sense, right? I’m an ex-mover star, and you’re a not-quite-professional makeup artist, so it works out!”
You snorted, shaking your head as you took a step towards him, leaning up for a quick peck on his lips.
“Of course it does,” you agreed, because he was very sweet, and you really did want to do his makeup for him. “But first, before we do that – errands!”
“Oh, right!” Bolin stood up straight, as if he had only just remembered that he had come over to your apartment for a reason. You grinned wide as you both gathered your things and headed out for your errands.
You didn’t have too much to pick up – just some thing for dinner. You and Bolin were having a nice night in at your place. He was going to teach you how to cook some of his favorite food, and as you shopped, he remarked that since he was teaching you how to cook, it only made sense that you should teach him how to do his makeup. You had laughed, but you did think he was right, in a way. It did make the exchange more equal.
So, you gathered your food, and cooked your dinner. It was wonderful – and afterwards, you two sat around the fireplace in your apartment, sipping on an additional glass of wine each as you just enjoyed each other’s company. The food had been amazing, and the wine was surprisingly sweet. As you sipped yours, Bolin arm wrapped his arm around you as you both watched the flames dance.
“You know,” Bolin remarked, his cheeks already a little pink from the wine, even though he hadn’t had that much of it. “We should do my makeup tonight.”
“I was planning on it,” you giggled, snuggling in. “But now I’m too comfortable. It’s nice and warm by the fire, and it’s always so cold in my room this time of year.”
“Aw,” Bolin pouted, whining at you. “But what if we just did it out here!”
“Hm,” you considered it for a moment, setting your glass down. “That could actually work. You’ll have to promise to stay still for me, though.”
“I promise not to move an inch! Stock still!” Bolin sat bolt upright, his back straighter than you thought you had ever seen it. You snorted, ruffling his hair with your hand as you stood up.
“Thank you, sweetie,” you smiled, patting his shoulder. “I’ll be right back.”
You returned in only a few minutes, but your arms were laden with makeup when you did. It spilled out of your arms and onto the coffee table when you returned, and you had to make a frantic grab at a few lipsticks as they threatened to fall off the table and roll under the couch.
“Alright, we’ve got everything,” you said, reaching for the moisturizer first. Bolin looked so excited, his eyes bright as he smiled at you, and you couldn’t help but return it.
“Turn so you’re facing me – yeah, that’s perfect,” You mumbled. You brushed your hand through his hair, trying to press his curls into place, but one stubborn piece of hair kept popping out, onto his forehead. You frowned, biting your lip.
“Actually, wait right here,” you added, zipping into the other room for a headband. You used it to push Bolin’s hair back, and it effectively held the curl in place. You smirked in triumph – and also, because Bolin looked absolutely adorable with a headband.
“Now, you gotta tell me what you’re doing when you’re putting all this stuff on me!” Bolin demanded, pouting a little at you. “I don’t want to sound stupid if I ever get my makeup done again and I don’t even know what’s going on!”
You shook your head, squeezing some moisturizer out of the bottle and rubbing it against his cheeks, working it over the rest of his face. “Of course. This is moisturizer, by the way,” you added, your voice low as you worked.
“And what does it do?” Bolin asked as you pressed it into his forehead. This was intimate in a way you hadn’t realized it would be. Unlike when you had worked on clients, Bolin’s knees were almost knocking into you, and you could use your hands to press the moisturizer into his skin, warm and soft under your fingers. Like this, you could spend as much time as you wanted looking at his face – his pretty green eyes, his button nose, his bushy eyebrows, his full lips – you wondered what they would look like with lip gloss on them.
“Uh,” you stuttered, distracted. “It puts moisture back into your skin. It’ll help the foundation go on smoother.”
“Oh, cool,” Bolin mumbled, his knees knocking into yours. It wasn’t the most comfortable position in the world, you had to admit, you twisted so far to the side.
“Next is foundation,” you told him, as you placed a small dollop on the back of your hand. You had broken out some samples in different colors to match his skin tone. “I have to find the one that matches your skin tone the best so that it looks seamless and it blends in well.”
You swatched a few different shades against his cheek, cradling his jaw with your other hand to keep him from moving. Even though he had promised to stay still, you always felt like this made your work better, when you could hold his head in place as you worked. And the fact that you could feel his pulse under your fingers, brushing against the soft hairs at the base of his neck, just made it better.
“I think this one is the best,” you mumbled, brushing the other samples away with a towel. You gathered your foundation brush and dipped it into more of the same color, brushing it over Bolin’s face gently – but Bolin kept flinching, trying not to laugh.
“Y/n – it – why does it tickle?” he tried, between giggles, to stop moving against your hand. You frowned, trying to hold him still and failing.
“I don’t think it tickles!” you countered, pouting at him. Bolin shrugged sadly.
“But you’re doing it to yourself! Everybody knows you can’t tickle yourself!”
You bit your lip. You couldn’t work like this – not with Bolin giggling and twitching while you were trying to work – and not with your knees constantly knocking together, which was pretty annoying on its own.
“Alright, we’re gonna try something different,” you declared. Bolin stared at you, his face only half covered in foundation. “Lay down on the sofa, and I’ll climb on top of you.”
“I have a feeling they don’t do that when they’re applying your makeup on a mover set,” Bolin commented, just joking as you stood up so he could move. He was right – it was unconventional, for sure, but it wouldn’t matter how professional you were. You were only doing your boyfriend’s makeup for fun.
Once he laid down, you threw a leg over him, and his eyes went wide. You grinned as you sat on his lap.
“Ah, much better,” you sighed, making a show of how nice it was to sit on top of him, leaning down to pat more foundation onto his skin. It really was easier to control his head this way – there was no way for him to rear back, and he was so shocked that he hardly flinched at all while you patted on the rest of his foundation.
“Next is concealer,” you said, leaning over him to apply it. His body was warm and firm under you, and you could feel his breath as you applied the cream under his eyes. “It had a bunch of uses – for more prevalent skin imperfections, it can be blended into foundation to give you an even canvas. Like if you have a pimple, for instance, you use concealer to cover it,” you taught him, applying it under his eyes. “But for you, I’m just using it to conceal the dark circles under your eyes, and brighten them up a little. It helps give depth to the face.”
“Oh, that’s nice,” Bolin breathed, and you could tell that instead of paying attention to your words, that he was transfixed by how close you were to him, how easy it would be for him to kiss you.
You applied the rest of his makeup – his blush, contour, and highlight, letting him know exactly how to make his face even more chiseled and lovely. After you were done, you leaned back.
“Now, Bo.”
“Hmm?” he asked. He blinked up at you, as his eyes had been closed as you powdered his face. He was so content there, you thought he might fall asleep.
“What kind of a look do you want? I can go more natural, and just do your eyebrows,” you offered, although you doubted that your eyebrow pomade would add much to your boyfriend’s already thick brows. “Or, we could go all out, and I could put on eyeshadow and mascara – “
“I wanna go all out,” Bolin replied, a little more alert now as he smiled up at you. “I wanna see what you come up with.”
You blushed, smiling at his encouragement. It made your heart flip, how much he seemed to enjoy this. Maybe you two could do this more often, and maybe if Bolin wanted, one day he could do your makeup too.
“Alright. I’ll do your eyebrows, and then we’ll move on to the fun stuff,” you giggled, and he returned your enthusiasm with a chuckle.
You smoothed his brows with some pomade, but didn’t move in with any plucking or trimming tools for him. Although a lot of your former colleagues would have scoffed at how bushy, and somewhat unruly Bolin’s brows were, you thought they were very handsome, and with a bit of tinted pomade, you were able to control them a little more.
Then, you moved on to eyeshadow. You pressed even closer to Bolin for this part.
“Now, I’m going to do some eyeshadow on you. Traditionally, eyeshadow was used to make your eyes look more deep set, but eyeshadow can also be used to enhance your natural eye color. Now, close your eyes for me.”
Bolin did, and you pressed the pigment onto his lids, trying to be as gentle as possible.
“For example, you have green eyes. And the complimentary color to green is red. So, if I use red-toned eyeshadows on you, it’ll make your eye color look even more vibrant,” you spoke softly as you worked.
“That’s so cool,” Bolin mumbled, careful to keep his eyes closed. “It’s like you’re painting or something.”
“I think it’s a form of art, yeah,” you replied, blending the shadow up further, then picking a highlight color for his brow bone. You had chosen a palette of reds and browns for his eye look – something that would make his eye color pop, but would also add some depth.
“And that makes me your canvas,” Bolin replied, smiling a little. You couldn’t help yourself, and you leaned down to kiss him soft and gentle, cradling his jaw in your hand.
“The most handsome canvas I’ve ever seen,” you replied with a giggle, and Bolin opened his eyes to grin at you. He looked so stunning already, he would be drop dead gorgeous by the time you were done with him.
Mascara was… difficult. You had to cradle his head very gentle as you told him to blink, wiggling the wand up as he did so. Surprisingly, he took it like a champ, unlike many of the other individuals you had practiced on over the years. You applied a nude lip to him, and a healthy coat of gloss, and then, with a spritz of setting spray, he was done.
“You’re all set,” you said, not wanting to move from your spot on top of him. He was warm, and solid under you, and you just wanted to cuddle close to him – but also, you didn’t want to mess up his makeup.
Because now, as you looked at him, sitting up straight on his lap? He was beautiful. The mascara made his already long eyelashes pop even more than before, and the red eyeshadow practically made his eyes glow. His cheekbones and jawline were accentuated, and you had contoured his nose just right. The best part were his lips though – the gloss made them look slick, and somehow even fuller than usual.
“How do I look?” he asked, with a little shy smile. He sat up and flexed, as if that would do something to his makeup look. You chuckled, covering your mouth with your hand.
“You look… you look stunning,” you admitted. “Do you want to see?”
“Do I want to see – of course I want to see! My wonderful girlfriend spent too much time on it for me to not look!”
His praise made you blush, but you offered him the hand mirror you had brought out with you, leaning over the top of it so you could see his reaction.
As soon as he caught sight of himself, Bolin’s jaw dropped. He turned to the right, then the left, gasping at the look.
“That-that’s me?”
“That’s you,” you replied, with a broad smile. He looked at you in wonder.
“I look so different!”
“Do you like it?” you asked, a twinge of guilt tugging at you. What if he didn’t like it – what if he thought he looked dumb?
Instead, Bolin looked at you as if you had asked him the most obvious question in the world.
“I love it! No wonder you do this every day – I look so cool! My eyes are like… whoa!” He gestured wildly, almost knocking you off of his lap, and you laughed loud and happy, pressing yourself to the back of the sofa to keep upright and on top of him. You smiled so wide, so in love with him.
“You’re beautiful,” you said, and you meant it. You leaned down, and even though you knew it would mess up his lip gloss, you kissed him soft and gentle, cradling his jaw in your hands. He moaned against you, and when you pulled back, the flutter of his lashes made your breathe catch in your throat.
He really was beautiful – so pretty it made your heart ache. Maybe you would have to do his makeup more often – if only just so you could look at him all night.
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Birds of a Feather- Hawks pic Pt 6
Summary: After a tense week Finch is ready to throw in the towel on her new position when Hawks confesses to everything and gives her a proposal that has her head reeling.
A/N: wow this chapter really took it out of me lmao, hope you guys enjoy!
Warnings: Angst, mentions of NSFW
The weeks going on were ridiculously tense. As Hawks filled his day with work to try and forget about his feelings, Finch was getting annoyed at how he was avoiding her. It was nearly impossible to get anything done at this rate
“H-Hawks sir..?”
Finch panted, finally catching up to him in the lobby. It was mid day and Finch hadn’t seen him all day. After call after call looking for him and people asking for him she was relieved when she finally caught sight of his red feathers walking away from her.
As he turned to look at her he noticed her reddened face. She panted, her lips slightly parted as she held out a notebook to him. He took it silently and read it over as she caught her bearings. It wasn’t too great of an idea to wear such high heels today but, she didn’t realize she’d be chasing him around all day.
“What’s with all the meetings?”
“S-sir... There’s been an issue with another one of the Pro’s agency and they want to send some student interns here.”
He looked her over with a grimace. She was wearing her usual pencil skirt and blouse, only this blouse had a waist cincher laced up around her. the black cincher was in stark contrast to the white flowy house under it and he practically had to tear his eyes away.
“So what do they need me for exactly?”
He grumbled. Finch looked a little taken aback as she smoothed down her hair and took back the notebook.
“They need you to sign off on them coming here sir-”
“Just sign it for me.”
He dismissed her with a wave and she felt her face heat with mild annoyance.
“I can’t just sign it for you sir, this happens to be your job, these kids are your responsibility-”
“Then they just won’t come here then huh?”
He cut her off, turning to give her a stern look. She was offended, shocked into silence before he stalked off. She was fuming as she made her way back to the office, slamming the notebook down on her desk. She was so exhausted trying to keep up with him and he was by no means making it easier.
Next time she saw him was at the end of the day, she was packing up her things for the night. He chuckled as he came in, some intern following behind closely, giggling with him. She stopped when he stumbled in, looking between the intern and her before turning to his desk.
“Ya, haha, just hit me up tomorrow, maybe we’ll even grab lunch.”
The girl giggled and agreed before waving him goodbye and making her exit. Finch wondered if she had interrupted something and she tried to smooth her puffy plumage before making her way to Hawks’ desk without a word. She threw down three papers stapled together before turning to go grab her things.
Hawks picked up the packet, spying the title that read ‘Formal Notice of Resignation’. He could only stare for a moment before blinking and looking up as she made her way to the door. He shot out of his chair, the leather spinning in a circle behind him before he rushed forward to grab her forearm and stop her from leaving.
“Whoa, whoa wait- you’re resigning?!”
“Looks like it sir.”
She sneered, emphasizing the sir. He knew that he had made it stupidly difficult for her to do her job but, for some reason this never crossed his mind as an outcome.
“Why? Why do you want to-”
“Hawks, you’ve literally made my life hell, trying to do my job is literally so stupidly hard that it’s not fucking worth it!”
He flinched at the curse word and the blood drained from his face. He had messed up. He just wanted to get over her but, it seemed that wouldn’t happen. His silence only pissed Finch off further.
“Have fun at lunch tomorrow.”
She sneered, ripping her arm out of his grasp.
“Finch please don’t- I really wish you’d stay, I’m sorry-”
“Hawks, it’s not worth it!”
“J-just listen to me for a second, hear me out!”
He begged, willing her back into the room. She was silence but planted her feet, a sign she was staying.
“I-I...”
“Out with it Haw-”
“I just really like you Finch. I can’t get you out of my mind and I’ve been trying to but I can’t-”
“Are you kidding me right now?”
He was frantically waving his hands, trying his best to convince her to stay.
“I’ll stop being a brat I promise!”
She shivered at his tone when he said that but couldn’t figure out why. Something was heating her body up against her will and she felt a twinge in her lower stomach.
“A brat?”
Her voice lowered slightly and he swallowed. He was expecting to be chewed out big time but was surprised when she only huffed and looked away.
“I-I promise I’ll stop being difficult and I’ll stop avoiding you...”
He hated how meek he sounded when he said that, a blush crawling onto his face. It was embarrassing a little house finch was putting a red winged hawk in his place right now.
While he was wallowing in self pity for allowing this to happen she was feeling slightly sick all of the sudden. He liked her. Something in her was squealing like a little girl in excitement while the adult part of her was mourning her job. This would only be even more complicated now. She advanced on him, walking him back till he hit the edge of his desk, her face coming pretty close to him, his eyes set on the ground in front of him.
“You’re telling me... All of this, was because you have some stupid little crush?”
She growled. He gulped and reached out, his fingers grazing the front of her waist cincher.
“I-I’m sorry..?”
He tried pitifully.
“Hawks you’ve made my job a living hell for the past 3 weeks and your excuse is that you like me?”
“Y-yes...”
He almost thought she was going to explode on him but he was surprised when she reached up, grabbing the hair at the base of his neck and forcing him to look at her. Her face was reddened, her eyes half lidded as she looked at him. She couldn’t help the lust filling her. It was like she suddenly just had to have him, regardless of how shy she usually was.
Finally she pounced, pressing her lips to his, surprising him even more before he set his hands on her waist, pulling her closer to his chest, pressing her into him. When she pulled away she was panting slightly, her blouse slightly open, just enough for him to see the way her rosy skin was rising and falling, her breasts look so soft, he thought. The room felt hot all the sudden, Hawks pulling off his jacket hastily as he kissed Finch hard, his muscular arms traveling up to her face, on hand taking her chin and the other going behind her to her back, pressing her into him again.
He leaned back against his desk, pulling at the tie on her waist cincher and undoing it, loosening her blouse enough to sneak his hand under the hem, groping her breast and causing her to pant out a sweet moan, only loud enough for him to hear her.
Just then there was a knock on the door, breaking them apart.
“J-just a second!”
Hawks called, grabbing up his coat as Finch redid her cincher and smoothed her hair, hoping that her blushing face wouldn’t give them away as she fixed her lipstick. Finally, Hawks pulled open the door to find a commission representative tapping his foot impatiently. Hawks let him inside hesitantly and looked down speaking.
“Thanks for everything today Finch, you can go now, I’ll get the signatures taken care of.”
He reassured her before ushering her out of the room quickly. When the door closed behind her she was flabbergasted, absolutely confused, and a little upset. Who was that guy anyway? Was he going to get in trouble, is that why he made her go? She tried to brush it off but her body was still burning for her boss. Now she had to contemplate if this well known bachelor was worth her job or not.
^^^
When she got home she was buzzing, the energy in her body nearly killing her as she dialed Asami’s number. They hadn’t seen each other since that night at the bar and she only recounted the details of it over the phone to her best friend. It was about time they had another girls night.
“Hey-”
“Asami, girl emergency, we need to get together.”
Asami laughed on the other side of the line before replying.
“Ok, when and where?”
“Meet me at that little cafe on Vine street in an hour ok?”
With Asami’s confirmation Finch hung up the phone and quickly changed into a pair of regular jeans and a cute striped navy shirt, grabbing her cross body and making sure to lock the door before she left. She planned to walk to the cafe so it would take her a minute, but give her enough time to think.
When she finally got there Asami was waiting for her and they were seated quickly before Finch explained everything that happened in the past weeks, not sparing any detail of the latest day.
“Oh wow... Well, are you gonna date him?”
Finch sighed and slumped back in her seat, her wings moving out of the way.
“That’s the only thing. I’ve been with the agency since I graduated. If I got with him then I would potentially be throwing away my whole livelihood. I’ve only ever had that job, I can’t risk it.”
She explained. Asami hummed in thought.
“Well, then you guys could always keep it a secret. Like one of those freaky friends with benefits things!”
Finch shushed her quickly before looking around to see if anyone had heard.
“Asami! You can’t just yell that!”
Asami laughed in response but left Finch to think as they ate their dinners.
^^^
Finch groaned as she flopped back onto her bed. It had been nearly a month since her and Hawks started ‘seeing’ each other. She had worked hard to make sure their work was completely separate from their real relationship in order to avoid suspicion but it was getting increasingly hard. The amount of women throwing themselves at the winged hero daily was sickening. It wasn’t like they were official but man was it hard to watch.
After a long day at the office she was finally home, lounging in bed since Hawks was busy. She was drowning in jealously and she wasn’t sure what to do. Finally she decided, typing out a quick text to her best friend asking for advice. Asami was quick to respond, pushing her like she had already been, to tell Hawks that she wanted something more serious.
Countless nights were spent in her boss’ bed and she was killing to be public but she really was afraid of what would happen to her job wise. Would they terminate her? Demote her?
Later that night, as she curled up on her couch watching tv, there was a knock on her balcony and she got up, quickly pushing the door open for Hawks to sneak inside, chuckling at her expression.
“Not funny, you scared me!”
“Aw, c’mon birdie, it wasn’t that big of a deal.”
She slapped his arm as he laughed before pulling her into a chaste kiss.
“Uh can we-”
“I have something great to tell you!”
He cut her off in excitement. She looked at him expectantly, swallowing the urge to ask for more of a relationship.
“So, I’m sure you know even I have higher ups, right? Well we had a meeting today right?”
She nodded along, remembering his schedule for the past day.
“They have taken my advice, and are officially asking you to become my sidekick!”
She was silent, her face pale.
“What?”
She mumbled.
“They want you to get your wings fixed and train to become my sidekick instead of my personal assistant. They like how we work well together, and think you’ll be a great hero.”
Finch’s mind flashed back to her UA days, failing out of the hero course. She was mortified.
“I-I dont-”
“It’ll be great! We’ll be able to spend a lot of time together publicly without any suspicion at all y’know-”
“Hawks please.”
She stopped him. His face fell and he went silent, looking at her with hope in his eyes. She didn’t want to crush it.
“I’ll need some time to think...”
There was silence before Finch met his eyes as he replied.
“Y-ya of course gorgeous, take all the time you need...”
He looked away before asking what she knew he was thinking.
“Why wouldn’t you want to be a hero?”
She sighed and fidgetted, moving around the room.
“I-I just don’t know if I’m cut out for that, I mean, i’ve been an office worker for years and I’m good at that-”
“Finch, babe, I know you’ll be great at this, I wouldn’t have put in the idea if I didn’t think you could do it.”
“Hawks, I tried to become a hero before, it didn’t work out-”
“Ya but, if we fixed your wings you’d be able to fly, kid.”
She was silent. Every time Hawks’ giant red wings lifted him off the ground she was stupidly jealous. It was a dream of hers that she had thought was in vain but it could come true. She looked at her hands, wringing her wrists. What was she supposed to do?
“I-I just need some time.”
She concluded. He nodded at her and made his way to the balcony.
“Well, take all the time you need lovebird, just let me know. I’ve gotta get back to night patrol.”
She nodded and he rounded back to kiss her forehead before taking off out the window, leaving her with her thoughts.
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