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#and that glint in his eyes...
takamikeiigos · 2 years
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You and Hawks on a covert stealth mission together, since both your quirks complement each others almost too well. You feel it. He feels it. It's impossible to ignore-
Then things get dicey; some low level grunts making the rounds and walking around the corner. Hawks reacts instantly, as if he's operating on autopilot- grabbing you by the elbow and pushing you into the closest closet he can find
But his wings are so big and the closet is so small... of course he has no choice but to press you up against the wall. For a brief moment, Hawks is shielding you from any form of harm, while caging you in at the same time
Your first instinct is to bristle up in embarrassment; he's just too. Fucking. Close. But the moment you open your mouth to ask him 'What the hell are you doing!?' he's covering your mouth with one of those gloved palms. He brings his free hand up to his own lips and whispers a hushed 'shhh' as the two grunts meander drunkenly past the closet
Even when they're gone, Hawks' shoulders don't loosen up; he's got a new problem now... he kinda likes the feeling of pushing your body up against a wall, even if it was a little cramped in there
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imagine: me, poking my head around the corner, foaming at the mouth
THIS. IS. MY. SHIT.
teaming up with hawks works so well for both of you. his speed compliments your strength, something he's admitted lacking. but together you make a strong team, knocking out missions thoroughly and quickly. the hspc had no choice but to teak you two up, nobody works together as wee as you two.
if only they knew about the cloying sexual tension that you and hawks are much too stubborn to act on.
you're both bickering with each other over stupid shit, hawks arguing that chicken is the best food ever, hands down (while you have other preferences), when both stop dead in your tracks.
you've been sent to scope out a building before a raid, lurking in the shadows, undetected to the enemy, when you both hear drunken laughter and a pair of unsteady footsteps approaching.
"are these people for real?" you can't help but whisper, and just as you go to poke your head around the corner, hawks grabs you by the waist and drags you backward.
the fucker drags you into a dark, cramped supply closet to hide when you easily could've taken down whatever drunk idiots that were meandering around outside.
the hair on the back of your neck stands up, and your skin prickles with annoyance. he's so close - chest pressed firmly against yours, and his wings, which occupy at least 80% of the space, are tucked around you like a shield while he tilts his head to listen through the door, oblivious to your discomfort.
and just as you're about to pitch a fit, reaching up and grab him by the shoulder, he throws a gloved hand over your lips and stares at you. there's a gleam of light coming through a crack in the door and it reflects off of his eyes, his amber irises much more terrifying in the dark than they are in daylight.
he brings a finger to his lips, motioning for you to stay quiet.
the two idiots outside linger, hooting and hollering in the hallway, just a few feet away from the door, and with each passing second your irritation boils. not so much with the fact that they're out there, but the fact that hawks has you pressed up against the wall of the closet, the hard line of his chest pressed so firmly to yours, and his thigh pushing into the space between your legs.
he rustles slightly, and the friction between your thighs causes you to hiss. he turns his attention away from the door once more and peers at you in question, annoyed that you keep making noise, only to look down and see the problem for himself.
the cheeky bastard just looks back up at you with a smirk.
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a few weeks later, you're teamed up again, this time fighting some assholes who are having a little too much fun setting explosions off in the downtown area.
you've managed to subdue one of the villains while hawks flies overhead, preoccupied with evacuating a damaged apartment building.
you tune into your comms as you slap a set of handcuffs over the villain's wrists, unheeding to the absolute hissy-fit the assailant is throwing below you.
"let me know when you get that building cleared. first guy is about to get shipped off, the other one's hiding out somewhere nearby,"
the comm crackles before hawks' voice comes through, much too chipper for your liking this early in the morning.
"maybe your imposing demeanor scared him off. you aren't exactly a morning person, chickadee," he teases, and you swear you can see the playful smirk he's sporting.
you yank the villain to his feet and push him forward toward the swat team that's on standby, once again ignoring his protests.
"not everyone has the energy to spew sunshine and rainbows out of their assholes at 8 o'clock in the morning, hawks."
he laughs brightly over the comms, "yeah, yeah. almost done, here."
you ditch the first villain with the swat team and turn around, heading back in the direction you came from, when a line of consecutive explosions rapidly go off to your right, heading straight for you. you brace yourself for the worst, but suddenly you're flying through the air before colliding with a wall and landing on the ground.
the impact knocks the wind out of you and you cough, caught in a daze as smoke hazes around you. and when you blink through the confusion you realize there's a weight on top of you, pinning you to the ground.
hawks is crouched above you, leaning in low, with his wings spread out in what you guess is either a protective or predatorial stance. he leans back just enough to get a good look at you, a shit-eating grin on his face.
"we've gotta stop meeting like this," he muses; entertained.
you shove at his shoulder and he laughs. "you say that, hawks, but i'm beginning to think you like pinning me up against things."
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a month later you aren't actually teamed up on a mission, but attending a ceremony for newly recruited heroes. you stick by each other's sides, set to be a prime example of how hero-duos are supposed to work together - basically eye-candy for the commission to gain clout.
you will admit, you've had a few drinks to take the edge off, and hawks had resorted to being your babysitter this time around.
the speeches are over with and it's social hour, the new recruits making their rounds with their agencies; seasoned pro-heros glad to finally have a moment of free time on their hands.
you finish your glass of champagne and sigh, staring off into the crowd.
"don't get me wrong, i like working with you. but why do we have to be bait for the commission's schemes?" you mutter, tugging at the shoulder of your tailored dress.
hawks reaches forward and takes your empty glass, setting it down on the table you're standing next to.
"probably because we look good together," he inclines, brushing your hand from your shoulder and adjusting the strap of your dress for you. he smooths the fabric down beneath his fingers and moves to adjust the other strap, doing the same until it lays even against your skin.
you cast your gaze to the side, avoiding him, as your cheeks flush.
"not our fault we're good looking.." you mumble.
you've definitely piqued his curiosity, and damn you for letting the alcohol talk.
"you think i'm good looking, huh?" he taunts, leaning in to catch your gaze. you roll your eyes and shove at his shoulder.
"i mean, you've pinned me up against so many surfaces that i've gotten a close enough look. i don't think my eyes would deceive me, hawks."
he laughs. "i'm glad it finally paid off, then. shall we show them what two, deliciously good looking people are capable of on the dancefloor?"
"watch it. you're biting off more than you can chew, pretty bird."
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alienssstufff · 1 month
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LOOOK AT HIM.
LOOK AT HIMMMMMMMMM
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s0fter-sin · 9 months
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everyone makes fun of soap when they find out how many hair and skin products he keeps on hand. the cabinet in his bathroom is filled to bursting and he always keeps travel sized bottles on him on missions
when soldiers outside the 141 find out, they call him precious and self-obsessed, a vain pretty boy too preoccupied with his reflection to focus on the enemy. no wonder how he got his callsign. price has given up telling him to leave them on base and just teaches him to individually wrap them so they don’t rattle against each other and give himself away
what they don’t know is that each product contains an ingredient that when mixed with any number of the others, creates potent chemical bombs. he was caught unarmed once, he won’t let it happen again
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halfa-failure · 3 months
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he looks a bit wonky
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itachanta · 1 year
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Vash's glasses going glint
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cult-of-the-eye · 5 months
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obsessed with hurt/comfort fics where martin attempts to comfort jon like how someone would try and coax a spooked cat down from a tree
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littlestarbigfangs · 6 months
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[Was it true what they said? That you gave up fighting him long ago?]
"You don't know what it was like! There was no way out!"
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hawktims · 5 months
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No. I wanna be with you. Sleep in the same bed with you all night. Not get kicked out at midnight so the neighbors won't see me leaving in the morning.
FELLOW TRAVELERS (2023) 1.03 | HIT ME
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katydoodles · 1 year
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🍃Wind chimes swings in the background 🎐🍃
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Idk I wanted to draw them in a modern setting.
I’ve seen a lot of ppl draw Azula in edgy e-girl clothes but i think she would wear really mature clothes to intimidate those around her and show off her status.
Aang would totally wear traditional clothes, he would feel more comfortable. Lol but he would love to dress in modern clothes and let Sokka dress him up.
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fisheito · 20 days
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DID HE LICK? (🐍 edition)
STORY CHP 2: ✅ (ear/abdomen) BELOVED SR: ✅ (mouth) THE OG SSR: ✅✅ (ear; mouth) WHITE DAY: ✅❌️ (mouth) IDOLKUMO: ❌️✅ (mouth/neck/ear) VAMPIREY: ✅✅ (mouth/thighs; neck) BOOKWORM: ❌️✅ (mouth) HISSHISSSS: ✅✅ (neck; calf) IT'S RAINING: ✅✅ (DICK; neck)
H-SCENE TONGUE ACTIVATION RATE: 81%
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sun-snatcher · 2 months
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I wonder if after Ba Sing Se, Katara hears Jet in the birds that sing wherever she travels.
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confused-wanderer · 11 months
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Clark Kent is fucking terrifying as a reporter.
All he does is take an interview with the suspects, before throwing down some of the hardest questions that leaves them squirming in their seats.
They see this shy man who always hunches, wears dorky glasses and assume they’re the ones in charge. But the moment he timidly asks if they can record the session, lulled by their false sense of security they end up agreeing and the tables turn so fast none of them are left standing.
Question after question, of events that could not have possibly been made public, of deals and skeletons in the closet no one has dared open.
And the man is a bloodhound.
Clark uses his superhearing to help gather information. He knows drop locations, families, the plotting betrayals and plans. So all it takes is a little investigation, connecting the dots before blowing apart the criminals’ plans.
The villains, aware of his reputation, tell everyone to lie their ass off.
Most even pass the lie detector. But Clark never uses it.
He asks them questions that don’t seem related to the case, throwing them off their game asking about their health, the weather and so forth.
And there’s just something about him that makes them drop their guards without realising it. Something that even Batman has admitted to. The fact that despite his appearance, there’s an almost non existent aura, and you don’t even realise you’re saying something confidential or sliping up.
The villains lie about everything there is, avoiding every trap yet somehow from an interview about rabbits Clark Kent now publishes a plot of robbing Metropolis’ banks along with the details all laid out.
If Clark Kent comes for you, everyone knows it’s a death sentence.
This post can be summed up in this quote
Villain *to hunched back, averting gaze Clark Kent* : Do you know how to walk on your knees?
Clark *suddenly standing straight, looking them in the eyes while towering over them* : Do you?
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littencloud9 · 5 months
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yeah yeah ‘chuuya said fuck’ ‘tachihara said fuck’ ‘dazai said fuck’ WHEN IS IT KUNIKIDA’S TURN
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ikram1909 · 6 months
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The photo is killing me 😭😭
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momonokopan · 4 days
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join the jouishishi gintoki
based on this amazing footage
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skeletorswaifu · 6 months
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Imagine art of The Marauders as middle aged/older people but still happy and together 🥰
Like...sitting around a table drinking tea and coffee and reminiscing about the younger days.
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