Persistent Dreams - Hawks x Reader (PAUSED)

Falling Deeper 🍈

T/W: Mentions of sexual favors as a means to obtain information. (It's going to sting.)

Alright, grab a snack, some water, and prepare for another long conversation. It's been 13 chapters since the last one.

Word Count: ~8.1K

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He makes no motions to lift you off of him, expecting you to stand up on your own. Maybe a slap to his face would do the trick– he deserves it after all. He doesn't expect you to fight him after such a cold answer, he doesn't expect you to resist him. Probably beat at his chest, crying to him because why would he kiss you and touch you the way he did and then get up and leave you like this?

Your eyebrows jump, mouth hanging open ever so slightly as you blink a few times. There's a tug at your heartstrings as your eyes search his honey orbs. Cold, locked away— you hate it when he shuts you out like this. You scoff through your nose as you close your mouth. Mistake? Is he really serious..? After today? After everything?

Nobody kisses someone like that without meaning it. Fake kisses? It's possible, but they have a certain feeling that comes with them. Plastic, fabricated. That..wasn't a meaningless kiss or one conjured from someone who is simply touch starved and unattached. You read the signs at every turn, if he was leading you on he's far too good at it. Vastly..too good at it.

...Something's not right.

His words rub you the wrong way. You've seen the way he's looked at you, talked to you, his body language, the lift in his wings, the spa.. The way he's held your face to ask if you're okay, the way his eyes shine when he sees you. He's happy when you're with him. No one is that good at faking love.

Not even him.

The expression of shock and hurt on your face shifts. Your lips purse into a line of contempt, stubbornness etching into your features as you clench your jaw. Grabbing the remote, you turn off the TV, and cross your arms. Wings lifting on their own as they ruffle.

On top of that, if he genuinely wanted to get away from you, he would have pushed you off the second he realized this was a 'mistake'. This isn't rejection, this is denial.

I smell bullshit.

"Look, no offense, but I'm not buying it. I'm not forgetting anything. Not our riddle about us. Not my career as your healer. And I'm certainly not going forget our amazing and not-so-subtle dates together— I'm not stupid Hawks, your feelings for me aren't just platonic. They're more than that."

His brow twitches, annoyance threatening to take over his serious and cold expression. The position you're in makes this whole situation uncomfortable for him. He can't hide his expression or his mouth from you (a habit when he's shutting people off), he can't look away, he can't put on a defensive stance— you're sitting on his lap with your arms crossed over your chest— he has nowhere to run. He wants to leave.

He opens his mouth—

"The only thing I can think of that's stopping you, is the fact that you have enemies–" like Dabi "–which would put my life in danger. So... Give me five good reasons why we shouldn't date and if I can't convince you otherwise.." you sigh, lowering your head as your wings twitch in discontent.

"You can leave.." not that I'll stop trying... The last part is unknowingly mumbled under your breath as you shyly peer over at the hero.

Pursing his lips together, the blond looks to the side, avoiding your eyes. He hates this— your stubbornness, the way you're so damn sharp and your mind can read between the lines better than most people. It pisses him off, how you're being so difficult, why can't you just accept the fact that he can't be with you?