#hawkeye preferences

[graceloveswolves]

Dating Clint Barton Would Include….

- probably starting off as friends

- having to accept his role as an Avenger (if you’re not one as well)

- he will be away from you at times when he’s on a mission

- but he makes up for lost time when he’s away

- one time he left in the middle of dinner on an emergency

- and you were majorly disappointed but understood he was going out to save lives

- and woke up the next day to breakfast being made, flowers on the table, and a new bracelet on your wrist

- he’s very sarcastic and funny

- you guys joke around all the time, teasing each other

- he would literally give you anything you wanted

- wanted a new kitchen? Done.

- want a pet horse? Done.

- want to get married? Yes.

- want a baby? Hell yes.

- he’s so husband material and a very good at being one

- he loves you more then anything else in the world and shows it to you all the time

- he is secretive of you though, unless it’s Natasha or another close friend of his

- he’s scared someone would take you or something bad would happen to you because of him

- it actually frightens the shit out of him when you take awhile to respond to him when he’s away

- which of course you try your best to respond to him

- since texting him is a huge part of your relationship when he’s away

- it will be random things/pictures of inside jokes or things you guys find funny

- knowing/learning sign language since he is mostly deaf

- also watching over him a lot because of it

- but Clint being Clint will no doubt make a ton of jokes about not hearing you

- eventually he will want to get married and settle down with you

- “Clint what are you doing here?”

- “Disappointing my wife.”

- but sometimes duty calls

- he of course will start taking less and less missions when you guys are starting to build a family and life together

- him teaching you how to shoot a bow

- getting you one for yourself just to make him feel better when he’s away

- installing a bunch of security measures in the house

- having picnics together in a quiet field

- him taking you out to go do something fun like see a movie or out to eat

- always having a hand or arm on you

- very into PDA

- and handsy when it comes to your butt

- using him as a pillow wherever you guys end up sitting down at

- he in return will use you as a foot rest

- reassuring him that he’s just as important as anyone else in the Avenger’s

- he’s a very loyal person and will always be loyal to you

- him telling you his war stories while he was gone

- checking him for injuries when he comes home

- lots of cuddles when he gets home

- and sex

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[remyfire]

Feeling normal about this right now.

#yes i do think bj should kiss everybody and preferably while holding hands with about 50 people simultaneously #this should not surprise us #father mulcahy #father francis mulcahy #francis mulcahy #bj hunnicutt #hawkeye pierce #beejhawkahy #m*a*s*h #soldier of the month #s4e13 #mashposting #mashblogging

[wonderlandsakura]

Niche Things I Think People should Write/Read More: Part 2

I ran out of tags, anyway Part 1 here. If part 1 and/or 2 gets like,, 100 notes, I'll add recs if they exist

- Fics where Izuku is such an amazing analyst (and the UA staff know it) that they just. Let him teach the class (or anything where they aizawa know he's more skilled and just leave him to teach so they aizawa can nap)

- Zuko is given A Child and Will Die For Them (he is so mother coded)

- Danielle Phantom and Dark Danny are Standard Danny's kids, I need this please I must be FED

- Monkey D. Wyvern, if you know you know

- The Reluctant Kings friendship (Danny & Din Djarin)

- Mandalorian S3 dinluke fix-its /hj

- Gottlieb/Geiszler + Jayvik Xovers where they get to Science!

- Jinx being Silco's daughter even after time travel (Jinx the Sapphire of Zaun)

- Co-parenting Koushirou and Mihawk; like not together but these 2 sword obsessed men are co-parenting Zoro

- the Shimotsuki-Dracule siblings, where in a Kuina lives! (but is severely injured/paralyzed) AU, Zoro gets to be hounded by not only little sister Perona, but also Big Sis Kuina (bonus if modern au)

- Zosan gets accidentally married at WCI AUs cause why not, it's absolutely hilarious

- I somehow didn't mention Agatha/Gil/Tarvek last time? But yeah, from Girl Genius, I want them to get married and rule Europia, is that too much to ask?

- Zoro being Soba Mask aka Stealth Black aka Sanji's overprotective guard dog/tiger (I read a really good fic okay??)

#zosan #zoro #wci spoilers #shimotsuki kuina #shimotsuki koushirou #why does he only have one scene in different fonts #dracule mihawk #calling him hawkeye confuses me #zuko #zuko with a child #preferably zukka #izuku midoriya #analyst!izuku #ex-vigilante!izuku #danielle phantom #dark danny #dark danny phantom #danny phantom #monkey d. wyvern #reluctant kings #din djarin #mandalorian season 3 #dinluke #newton x hermann #jayvik #jinx arcane #silco's daughter #soba mask #stealth black #aizawa shouta

[variousqueerthings]

I FORGOT TO ADD FROM FIVE O’CLOCK CHARLIE THAT TRAPPER AND HAWKEYE SHARE THE SAME MARTINI DRINKING TUBE WHILE IN THE SHOWER!!!! THAT’S SOME HAYES CODE CONTENT BABEY!!!!!!

don’t you love it when two guys suck on things in the shower together

#trapper mcintyre #hawkeye pierce #hawkeye/trapper #im rewatching MASH #MASH #the way hawkeye puts it in his mouth for him tho..... #also hawkeye's satisfied face in that last one.... #ok serious opinion here: the real reason why i prefer bj to trapper is that he's hairier #single-handedly spiked the percentage of hairiness on this show

[marley-manson]

Hawkeye has virtually no shame about public displays of emotional vulnerability and mental instability, imo.

I’ve seen a lot of people who place a lot of importance on Hawkeye’s “If this keeps up, people are gonna realize I'm as crazy as I think I am,” line in Hawk’s Nightmare but honestly I just see it as mainly a wry acknowledgement that he’s acting less than sane in public and weirding out his childhood friends back home by detailing his nightmares to them, with a side of alluding to his actual fear, which is being crazy, as he tells Sidney over and over during that conversation. The key word there is “think” not “realize” imo.

Sidney reassures him by telling him his nightmares mean he’s sane, not by telling him that they’ll go away and he’ll stop publically sleepwalking. In fact he implies it’s something that will continue until the war’s over, and Hawkeye doesn’t seem to have a problem with that as long as it doesn’t mean he’s actually going insane.

And Hawkeye never really demonstrates any concern over people witnessing his breakdowns, and in fact seems to go out of his way to make them public half the time. I mean you got your most blatant example in Bananas Crackers and Nuts where he’s happy to exaggerate his feelings to make people think he’s insane to get a break. But even when it’s genuinely serious (and less cartoony, tonally), he’s also got no issues making public scenes.

He doesn’t quietly seek out Potter or BJ alone when he decides yes he is in fact seriously ill in Bless You Hawkeye, he walks right into everyone having a meeting and announces that he’s gonna die. He’s not only perfectly fine with Sidney visting him for a consultation in Hawk’s Nightmare, he’s the first to acknowledge why he’s there during the poker game while Sidney’s trying to be politely subtle (”Mind if I come along?” “Fine with me Doc, as long as your couch has wheels on it.”) He also ofc calls his childhood friends and tells them he’s having fucked up nightmares about them, tells everyone else about them to ask for their opinions, and tries to have a heart to heart with Frank about being afraid to go to sleep.

He makes a joke about cracking up at the farewell party in GFA, and tells some random patient he just had his “head in a cast,” apropros of nothing. He throws a tantrum in Adam’s Ribs, he publically screams out his feelings at the end of For Want of a Boot, he loudly narrates his impending panic attack in CAVE (and says that the reason he kept quiet about it for a while is specifically because he didn’t want Potter to choose a less safe place to retreat to on his account), he casually describes his emotional state as “mania” to Potter in Depressing News while, yk, building a big tower for 2 days without breaks in the middle of the camp, he breaks down in front of BJ - a guy he’d only recently met - in The Late Captain Pierce, he angrily confronts everyone about feeling betrayed and abandoned by them in the phone scene in GFA. We don’t see what he does after Dr. Pierce and Mr. Hyde but he casually mentions the insomnia to Winchester in Dr. Winchester and Mr. Hyde so he’s fine talking about it. He has two public breakdowns in the O.R. that I can remember off-hand.

And he never demonstrates any shame or regret about the public nature of any of this.

He never tries to hide his feelings - I think the closest he gets is in Sons and Bowlers, and he proceeds to tell Charles how he’s feeling for the entire rest of the night in that one - and while nearly everyone else gets plotlines where something’s troubling them that they don’t want to talk about, Hawkeye never ever does. He’s usually the one prying these feelings out of other characters and chiding them for not talking about them. Even in GFA what’s stopping him from talking about it is the amnesia - he’s reluctant and upset about having the conversations about the bus because he’s subconsciously afraid of remembering, but he still does, and after he has his breakthrough he willingly talks it through with Sidney multiple times afterwards as well, both offscreen in Sidney’s mention of follow-up sessions (including Hawkeye explicitly wanting more of them), and on screen when Sidney visits the 4077.

And in Bless You Hawkeye, the other trauma amnesia episode, he’s perfectly willing to a) accept it could be psychosomatic, b) talk about it with Sidney to find the root cause, and c) joke about it afterwards during a poker game.

And then you got a bunch of moments and jokes where he shamelessly reveals personal information about himself, sometimes likely exaggerations that he’s still fine with people believing, sometimes clearly accurate. I sucked my thumb until my twenties, I can’t get hard, here’s the kind of niche sex I like, I’m a coward and proud, I’m fucking my married ex, I was jealous of my dad’s girlfriend, monologue about how much I miss my dad to a stranger, monologue about how miserable I am to a stranger, monologue about how terrified I am to a stranger, etc etc.

There’s also overt commentary on this - in Check-Up for example, Hawkeye suggests that Trapper got an ulcer because he’s the strong silent type who keeps his feelings in, in contrast to himself. In Bless You Hawkeye Sidney points out that Hawkeye never holds back when it comes to his feelings about the war, which is why he’s assuming the root cause is something Hawkeye isn’t even consciously aware of and goes back to Hawkeye’s childhood.

When it comes to Hawkeye it’s very difficult for me to imagine a scenario where he would try to hide anything about himself, whether that’s his feelings or something about his life, and I have a feeling it was the same for the writers of the show most of the time too lol, hence relying on amnesia twice for the mystery and reveal structure.

#mash #hawkeye mash #marley on mash #another from the drafts that was missing like 2 sentences to turn into a relatively complete post #rambly as hell but yk with an intro and outro #i have a feeling i wrote this after seeing some take about hawkeye fearing people knowing he's mentally ill based on the first bit #and probably didn't post it because i prefer to post positive takes rather than one sided arguments when i can #but this doesn't really read that argumentative to me and it's been so long idr what post i was reacting to lol so i might as well put #this list of shameless hawkeye moments on my actual blog #(not related to emotions or mi but also shout out to hawkeye walking into the mess tent naked to win a bet that he proposed #and going to morning assembly in nothing but a jockstrap while iirc some general was visiting lol as further moments of shamelessness)

[theminecraftbee]

sparrow hawk may sound cool; but like; immage how funny it would be to have an episode about 'so marvle wants to sue us......'

okay so the thing is a few things. first, idk if scar’s design has WINGS, so idk if I want to give him a bird name at all. (I mean I think he’d still try to name himself hawkeye but this is about the name that actually gets used by everyone else not the one he tries to give himself early on.) the second is that I do sorta wanna keep “the name that sticks to scar’s magical girl form isn’t one he directly picks himself”.

I do like the idea of sparrowhawk, or maybe just like… sparrow? maybe early on he panics and says “a little bird did it” when asked who the person is who just beat that monster and he goes home and sobs to jellie that he sounded SO DUMB JELLIE he sounded SO DUMB. and jellie’s like. there there? and the next day they’re calling him “little bird” or, as the enthusiastic person holding a camera called him, sparrow.

and this is so early that scar enjoys the FANTASY of being a superhero but it hasn’t really sunk in that he is one, or for just how long this is going to last. so he’s half dizzy with “oh my god they’re talking about me in the newspaper” and “they’re talking about me in the newspaper… with a stupid name?” and “is that picture actually me?”

but he decides he won’t suffer this indignity. he’s gonna get a cooler name. he has a bow! he can be hawkeye! yeah! that’s even a bird!

anyway this is where cue the jokes about disney sueing comes in and eventually the names combine and he ends up sparrowhawk and he can live with that, fine, fine. hey cub, this means you need a bird name too—

#answered #arrowawsome #magical girl scar #as good as the joke about him just being hawkeye is #I sort of think at least RIGHT NOW I prefer he has a name that’s just his

[pectinpeeress]

A little clarification

I want to clarify why I tend to have an issue with Riza being characterized as 16 when her father died. To be clear, I’m not trying to say that that interpretation is non-canon compliant, I also don’t have an issue with people personally head-canoning her as that age. 

My problem is that people act like it’s canon, not even because I dislike the idea of Riza being 16 ten years ago. It’s actually because I don't like the assertion that she has to be 26 in the present. Shonen has an ageism problem, especially with female characters. I’ve noticed that there’s rarely a female character in Shonen over the age of 26. I think this is because 27 is when you stop being in your ‘mid-twenties’, and start being in your ‘late twenties’.

I think Riza’s character is less interesting if she’s only 26 because I feel like people use it to minimize her narrative autonomy. If she’s 16 when her father dies that shifts the narrative from ‘A naive woman chooses to have faith in the future of her country to ‘poor baby Riza is too pure for this world! She must be protected!’ Like I realize that 16-year-olds are capable of making their own decisions, and I’m aware that 17-19-year-olds are also young and dumb and make mistakes, but from a narrative perspective, people react differently to a character being 16, as opposed to a character being ‘in their late teens.’ I also feel like people don’t make this change because they want to explore any of the psychological ramifications of experiencing trauma at that age, but rather out of a desire to make her still young within the present story.

I’m not always great at articulating why I feel a certain way, but I thought it was important to clarify my feelings about this. It’s good and healthy to explore morally complicated situations through fiction! I’m actually a really big fan of Lolita and Chainsaw Man because they focus on the trauma of being a child who’s expected to act like an adult. I just wish people wouldn’t act as if their personal interpretation is canon, especially when I feel like it perpetuates the sexist tropes inherent to a lot of shonen.

#fma #fmab #not art #long post #riza hawkeye #I think a lot of interesting analyses gets overlooked because we only focus on the morality of the media as a whole #which kind of sucks because I feel like I was able to understand myself a lot better #and improve as a person #by analyzing my own pre-conceived bias and preferences in fiction #and I really hate the idea that any sort of reflection or dissection of the implications of a text is a form of moralizing #i'm rambling

[gaysails]

people coming out in the tags on that "better boyfriend" poll and also now in the mash tag in general to be like "um actually bj is unhinged and has Problems" like oh right I forgot hawkeye is the most hinged man on earth and would never do freak shit like demanding that bj edge him for an entire day. clearly hawkeye craves a normal mentally stable individual to be in a relationship with. lol

#obviously people can have whatever opinions and preferences on fictional characters they want and this isn't me being like #you MUST ship hawkbeej endgame period #but it's such a funny argument to me to be like ''bj is clearly the wrong choice bc he has Problems'' #by that logic nobody should ever be in a relationship with hawkeye because his problems have problems #mashposting

[nickeverdeen]

MCU masterlist

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(you can choose a group in which I’ll pair you with the characters from it or you can just leave it in general and I’ll choose from all of the groups)

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(you can choose which characters you want or whatever group you want)

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Tony Stark (Iron Man)

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Clint Barton (Hawkeye)

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Thor

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Scott Lang (Ant-Man)

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Carol Danvers (Capitan Marvel)

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Peter Parker 1 (Spider-Man)

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Stephen Strange (Doctor Strange)

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Spider-Men

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Peter Parker 2 (Tobey Maguire)

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Peter Parker 3 (Andrew Garfield)

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The Guardians of Galaxy

Peter Quill (Star-Lord)

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Gamora

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Drax

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Nebula

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S.H.I.E.L.D.

Nick Fury

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Maria Hill

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Melinda May

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Sharon Carter

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Wakandans

T’Challa (Black Panther)

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Shuri

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Okoye

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M’Baku

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W’Kabi

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Hydra

Brock Rumlow

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Winter Soldier

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Revengers

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Loki

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Bruce Banner

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Valkyrie

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The young Avengers

Yelena Belova

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America Chavez

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#request #headcanons #matchups #preferences #imagine #alphabet #tony stark #capitan america #hulk #natasha romanoff #hawkeye #scarlet witch #scott lang #capitan marvel #spiderman #doctor strange #peter quill #gamora #nick fury #maria hill #melinda may #sharon carter #t’challa #shuri #brock rumlow #winter soldier #loki laufeyson #yelena belova #kate bishop #cassie lang

[mrtrumpetwrites]

His Best Boy

Rating: E

Word Count: 6180

Roy didn’t know exactly what he had expected. He knew what some of the changes would be, of course. But he hadn’t expected for things to not change.

Riza was still Riza. Of course, how could he have thought any different? Why would Riza be any different?

Still, though he tried his best, he was used to certain… language. Old habits. But his old habits die hard whenever he accidentally utters a ‘she’ and sees Riza’s face fall, ever so slightly. It’s not noticeable enough for anyone else to pick up.

So tonight, he’s decided to make it a special night. For his best boy.

“What’s the occasion?” Riza asked. He held up the suit and shoes Roy had instructed him to bring.

Roy took one look at the clothes and tutted, shaking his head. “That won’t do.”

“What?” Riza frowned slightly.

“Is that your only suit?”

“Well… yes.” His eyes seemed neutral.

“That’s it, I’m taking you to my tailor.” Riza just looked at him, one eyebrow slightly furrowed. “What? A proper gentleman needs more than one good suit. And from the looks of it,” Roy lifted one of the sleeves of the suit that had been neatly folded. He let it drop from his fingers, frowning at it. “You don’t even have one good suit. Not to worry. I know exactly the man.” He took the clothes from Riza, shaking his head when Riza protested. “You won’t need these anymore.”

“I shouldn’t throw them away. That’s wasteful.”

Roy sighed. “You can keep them. Just, don’t bring them, alright? I don’t want to embarrass us in front of my tailor,” he chuckled.

Riza rolled his eyes at this. Good, his staunch demeanor was finally loosening a bit. No one could resist a little bit of the ol’ Roy charm.

----

Standing awkwardly with his arms out as the tailor measured them, Riza stared straight ahead. Roy was off to the side, his fingers on his chin and nodding in approval.

“That’s a good color on you. Especially with that shirt and tie.”

Riza nodded once. “Then we’ll get it.”

“Well, hold on! You’ll wanna try a few different ones.”

“How long will this take?”

“Not too long.”

----

Several hours later, an exhausted Riza and a satisfied Roy walked out of the tailor shop, carrying many bags between them.

“Now, let’s get us home.”

Riza paused while getting into the car. “Where are we going?”

“We’re going over to my place, of course.”

Riza seemed to think about this for a quick second, then nodded. “Roger.”

“You can drop the formalities, you know.” Roy rolled his eyes.

“Um… okay?” Riza asked more than said.

“Yes, ‘okay’ is okay.”

----

After some terrifying moments on the road with Roy’s driving skills, they finally made it home and laid out all the suits.

Riza turned to him. “Thank you for the suits. I can start paying you back after I go to the bank tomorrow.”

“Oh, no! They were a gift.” Roy held up his hands.

Riza blinked. “Really?”

“Yes!”

“But I can’t possibly accept—”

“Ah!” Roy held up a finger. “None of that. I told you, it was a gift.” Riza frowned. Roy sighed. “Just accept it. Please.”

“But...”

“Come, sit down.” They sat down together on the couch. Roy took a deep breath and said, “Listen, I’m sorry I keep getting it wrong, you know, with the ‘she’ thing. I’m trying my best and I’m—” he stopped. “Actually, never mind. No excuses. I’m sorry. I’m going to try harder. Anyway, I thought I could get you something, as a sort of apology. And treat you to a special night.”

Riza’s eyes narrowed slightly. “Special night?”

Roy grinned. “You’ll see.”

----

He did look much better in a suit that actually fit, Riza supposed as he examined himself critically in the mirror. Running his hands briefly over his chest, smoothing down the fabric. Feeling the little thrill that still always ran through him at how flat it was. He glanced up at Roy behind him, meeting his gaze in the mirror.

Roy smiled. “Much better, don’t you think?”

“Yes.”

“Where’s your tie?”

“I thought…” Riza hesitated. “I thought you would want to help me pick.”

“You know me so well.” Roy walked over to the shopping bags they had deposited by the couch earlier, rustling through them. “Where are the ties… Aha!” He fished out several cloth bags, delicately pulling the ties out and arranging them on the couch. “Let’s see…” He cast a thoughtful gaze over Riza, eyes sliding slowly over his body. It was just to examine the suit, but a strange thrill wound down Riza’s spine.

He swallowed. Looked down at the navy blue suit, crisp cream shirt buttoned up nicely. “What about this one?” He pointed at a crimson red tie.

“That’s always a safe choice.” Roy put his hand on his chin thoughtfully. “But navy suit with red tie is just so cliché.” He waved his hand to try indicate its cliché-ness.

“Oh.”

“Not that it’s a bad choice! But you have a lot more options here. What about this one?” Roy held up a black tie.

Riza tilted his head in confusion, Roy suppressing a smile at how cute the action was. “But it’s just black?”

“Look.” Stepping closer, Roy tilted the tie into the light. A deep, vibrant ocean blue shimmered across its surface, swirling into complex spiral patterns. It reminisced of flowers, not cultivated garden ones but a wild field of growth, intertwining petals and leaves curling together and apart. Like they were dancing across the fabric.

“It’s beautiful…” Riza breathed out.

“It is,” Roy agreed, looking at Riza. The latter looked up, and they caught each other’s gaze. They remained like that for a beat. The tip of Roy’s tongue poked out to wet his lips briefly. He saw Riza’s eyes flash to the action, then away.

“…Alright. That’s a good choice.” Riza reached his hand out for the tie. Roy proffered it, and Riza began expertly tying it around his neck.

“Oh, you already know how to tie a tie?” Roy asked.

“Of course.”

“Attaboy.” Roy grinned. He didn’t miss the way Riza flushed, ever so slightly, at the praise.

----

“Isn’t this a very expensive restaurant?” Riza asked quietly, looking around with big brown eyes.

Shrugging, Roy said, “So?”

“So…” Riza looked at him from across the table.

Through the quiet chatter of the other patrons, Roy didn’t miss the tinge of anxiety in Riza’s voice. He tried not to let the sadness show on his face. He wished Riza understood that he deserved nice things. “I wanted to try this place out. And I didn’t want to come here alone.” It wasn’t a lie, not technically. But if he could make Riza feel useful, he wouldn’t feel as bad about being taken care of. Roy had learned this trick by now.

Riza was still looking at him, doleful gaze lit occasionally by the flickering of the candle on the table. “I see.”

“And you were the best person to take. I mean, can you imagine me taking, I don’t know, Havoc to this place or something?” Roy laughed, a bit too loudly. But it was worth it, for Riza cracked the tiniest smile. Any other person would have said it wasn’t even a smile, but Roy knew. He knew every single one of Riza’s expressions by now.

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Roy kept up his chatter throughout the evening, always being the more talkative one of the two. Riza was content to listen and offer the occasional quip, opening up more throughout the dinner. It helped that Roy generously poured the wine. It also helped that Roy always made him feel more at ease. By the time the waiter cleared their plates, Riza was leaning back in his chair, eyes softened, the hint of a smile tugging at his lips.

“Want any dessert?” Roy asked.

“Hmm, what do they have?”

“I think he’s bringing the dessert menu now.”

The waiter came over, giving them each a small, ornate menu. They both perused it, Roy expressing his desire to try every single dessert. Finally, they settled on the tiramisu to share, since they were both quite full from their meals. Roy ordered it and the waiter collected their menus. Once the waiter had walked away, Roy steepled his fingers and rested his chin on them, gazing at Riza from across the table.

“…What?”

“Just looking at you,” Roy murmured fondly.

Riza flushed a bit. “Oh.” He always did get so flustered when Roy said these things so bluntly. Like it was easy. Riza had things he wanted to say too, to tell Roy, but it was hard to say them. He didn’t know why. He just hoped Roy understood through his actions.

“Did you have a nice time?”

“I did.” Riza allowed the tiniest of smiles to flash across his face. “Thank you.”

“Of course. You look very handsome tonight, you know that? The navy blue suits you.”

Riza struggled to keep down a bashful grin. “Thank you,” he said, very quietly.

“And,” Roy said, leaning forward and lowering his voice with a grin. “I can’t wait to take it off of you later.”

Riza’s eyes went wide, and he looked up at Roy. Just then, the waiter came, bearing the tiramisu, and Roy leaned back, smiling nonchalantly as if nothing had just happened. He felt the blush heating his cheeks, and he looked down, hoping the waiter could not see through the dim mood lighting of the restaurant.

“There you go, sirs,” the waiter said, smoothly sliding the dessert onto the table and putting down two small forks. Riza felt a little thrill at the word “sirs”. He didn’t think he’d ever get used to things like that.

“I’m glad we chose this one, it looks good.” Riza had to agree. The tiramisu was a nice size for both of them to share, its fine chocolate dusting over top drizzled with a few layers of chocolate syrup. Fresh strawberries and blackberries circled the dessert, arranged in eye-pleasing bouquets. “Well?” Roy said, gazing at Riza. “You take the first bite.”

“Okay.” Riza sliced off a small amount with his fork, popping it into his mouth. “Oh, wow,” he said. It was perfect. The chocolate melted on his tongue, each creamy layer perfectly balanced, light and delicate. It was fluffy, moist, flavorful, everything a good tiramisu should be.

Riza hadn’t even realized he’d closed his eyes. He opened them to find Roy staring at him hungrily. It made something slow curl down his spine, the first lick of a flame starting up a log. They stared at each other for what seemed like a long time, but was probably only a few seconds.

“Well?” Roy broke the spell first. His voice was slightly hoarse. He cleared his throat. “How is it?”

Riza dropped his gaze to the table, unable to hold Roy’s intense stare any longer. “It’s delicious. Try it.”

Excitedly, Roy carved off a larger piece than Riza had and put it in his mouth. His eyebrows drew together. “Wow! This is the best tiramisu I’ve ever had.” He continued chewing slowly, eyes thoughtful. “The texture… the flavor… it’s perfect.”

“How many tiramisus have you had?” Riza asked incredulously.

“You’d be surprised.” Roy waggled his eyebrows. Riza felt oddly disgusted. Roy must have noticed, because he quickly added, “But this one takes the cake. Er, it takes the tiramisu, I suppose. The best tiramisu I’ve ever had. Definitely worth waiting for.” They stared at each other. Riza felt his cheeks heating up. This was… frivolous. “I’ve been waiting all my life for a tiramisu this good,” Roy continued softly.

Riza could not keep suppressing his loopy smile at that. “You’re too much sometimes.” But he chuckled.

“You like it,” Roy retorted, putting another piece of tiramisu in his mouth.

Riza looked down, noticing that half of it was already gone. “Hey!”

“What? I’m not stopping you from eating it. You better get started before it’s all gone!” A smile danced on Roy’s lips.

Quickly, Riza sliced off a large part of the tiramisu, relishing in its delicious flavor. It was just as good as the first bite. They didn’t say much as they busied themselves enjoying the delicacy, occasionally spearing a piece of fruit. The fresh sweetness complimented the swirl of flavors perfectly.

Once done, they both sat back, pleasantly hazy from the sensation of a delicious, filling meal and the perfect dessert to finish.

“Now Riza,” Roy began, looking at him seriously. The kind of look that made the fine hairs on the back of Riza’s neck stand. “I need you to know…”

“Yes?” Riza breathed out. He leaned forward unconsciously.

“That I will be very angry if you protest me paying for this meal.”

It took a few seconds for Riza’s mind to catch up, as focused as he was on Roy’s lips. “What?”

Roy’s serious look was suddenly gone, instantly replaced by a jovial cheer. “So I’m paying and that’s settled!”

“But—”

Roy waggled a finger. “Remember what I said?”

Riza thought deeply for a few moments, then sighed. “Fine.”

A bit surprised, though very happy, Roy smiled widely. He hadn’t expected Riza to acquiesce so easily. Usually there was quite a bit of a struggle before Riza let Roy do something for him. He flagged down the waiter and paid for the meal, and soon Roy was holding Riza’s coat, helping him put it on. He put his own coat on and they strolled leisurely to the car, Riza even letting Roy snake their arms together.

“I hope you enjoyed the evening,” Roy said, opening the car door for Riza.

“I did, very much.” Riza smiled up at him, one of those rare smiles where he didn’t hold anything back. The kind of smile only Roy was fortunate enough to see.

Roy got in the driver’s seat and they exchanged idle conversation about work, life, everything, and nothing, as they drove home under the inky black sky, the stars above twinkling.

----

“And that’s how you should hang up your dress pants,” Roy explained, smoothing out the folds and clipping the pants to the hanger.

“I see,” Riza said seriously, big dark eyes analyzing every movement. It almost seemed like Riza should have a notepad and pencil, how studiously he was paying attention.

“So? Any questions?” Roy held up the pants.

“None that I can think of right now.”

Riza appreciated the men’s clothes lesson, but he was getting impatient. There was an ember that Roy had sparked earlier in the evening, an ember he had been slowly fanning. Every time it was at risk of dying, Roy would give him a look, eyes darkened with something, or make a seemingly innocent remark that would fan the flame once again.

It had been burning for so long, and it was slowly licking through Riza’s body, spreading further from the pit deep in his stomach.

Slowly, Roy put the pants down on the arm of the couch, making sure to lay it flat. Riza had been staring at him for a few heavy beats. He supposed he had made Riza wait long enough. Gradually, as if approaching a frightened animal, he stepped forward, Riza’s eyes following every minute move. He felt like he could hardly breathe through the thickness in the air as he came closer. With trembling fingers he raised a hand to cup Riza’s chin, tilting his face upwards to look him in the eyes. So much emotion in those eyes, a world whose intricacies he was still learning, a universe he could explore forever. Slowly, achingly slowly, he tilted forwards, eyes slipping shut, and slotted their lips together.

Riza let out the smallest sigh of contentment, reaching up to wrap his arms around Roy’s neck and pull him in closer. Roy took the hint and snaked his arms around Riza’s waist, possessive hands gripping him tightly. It felt like coming home.

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“You’re like a present that I get to unwrap,” Roy breathed into Riza’s neck as his fingers slid down Riza’s chest, slowly unbuttoning the suit jacket.

Riza breathed heavily, not trusting himself to say anything. He slid his hands under Roy’s jacket, pulling Roy’s shirt out of his waistband.

Jacket unbuttoned, Roy slid it off Riza’s shoulders, laying it carefully over a nearby chair. Riza’s fingers wandered automatically to Roy’s belt buckle, operating on muscle memory from many shared intricacies. As he undid the buckle, Roy’s fingers struggled with the buttons on Riza’s shirt, his hands shaking slightly. It always marveled Riza to know that he had the same effect on Roy that Roy had on him.

Once Riza’s shirt was unbuttoned, Roy loosened Riza’s tie and slipped it over his head. Riza undid Roy’s belt, tugging it out of the belt loops with a soft jangle of metal. He began working on Roy’s fly, practiced fingers undoing it, as Roy took his time with Riza’s shirt, pulling the sleeves slowly down his arms. It was… reverent, the way he was doing it, fingers dancing over Riza’s skin and leaving goosebumps in their wake. His dark eyes drinking up every minute movement that Riza made. Sometimes, it felt like Roy wanted to eat him alive.

Riza would let him.

Once Riza’s shirt was off, Roy pulled him close, cupping Riza’s ass and squeezing the flesh gently. “You look great in these pants. They make your ass look so nice.” Roy grinned indecently. “You should wear pants like these more often.”

“You think so?” Riza murmured, his hands tracing up and down Roy’s back, the man having been divested of his shirt by now by an impatient Riza.

“I know so.”

Finally, finally, Roy began working on Riza’s belt, undoing his pants expertly and sliding them down. They had already taken off their shoes at some point, he didn’t quite remember when or how, Riza wasn’t as aware of things as he usually was. Normally this would have alarmed him but all he could think about was how safe he felt, Roy’s arms around him, his soothing smell. These were the only moments he could truly let go, give himself over fully to Roy, knowing he could trust him to take care of Riza. Protect him. Just like Riza protected Roy.

Dazedly, he felt Roy take off his pants and boxers and lay both of them down on the bed. Roy could not stop kissing and touching him, hands roaming everywhere, soft, open-mouthed kisses trailing down Riza’s neck, his chest, his stomach, inner thighs…

Riza’s breath grew harsher, the flames in his body whirling more intensely. He could feel the heat spreading through him, deepening, aching. He ran his hands all over Roy’s body, making a noise of protest when he discovered that Roy’s pants were somehow still on. He pushed at them, and Roy rolled over to take them off one leg at a time, then his boxers.

Now they were both as they should be. Roy laid down on his side and pulled Riza close to him, crashing their mouths together. Riza’s fingers roamed in his hair, caressing his shoulders, his arms, his sides, every part of him that Riza could reach. Panting, their touches grew more urgent, like they needed more, like they could never get enough of each other.

They wrestled on the bed, desperate hands trying to touch each other everywhere as their lips clashed together, each trying to get more of the other.

Roy wiggled one of his arms between them to trace his finger along the outline of Riza’s folds, already slick. The latter thrust his hips up slightly, almost accidentally, but Roy took the hint and slid his finger down, deeper, into the tight heat. They didn’t needs words to communicate, and especially not now. Every touch, every glance, every soft noise of contentment told them all they needed to know.

“Roy…” Riza sighed contentedly, nigh-imperceptibly. He felt so warm, so placid from an evening of being doted on by Roy.

Spurred by the encouragement, Roy slid another finger in, without much difficulty. Riza always did get so easily wet for him. Riza would have found it embarrassing, but they were far beyond such things now. He began pumping his fingers slowly in and out, crooking them until he brushed the spot that made Riza’s fingers tighten on the sheets, made his head fall back against the pillow.

Roy marveled at how soft and wet Riza felt, how good he would feel around his cock. He was getting impatient, and Riza was too, by the way he was grinding his hips down onto Roy’s fingers, wordlessly aching for more.

He slid his fingers out, wiping them on the sheets, to which Riza frowned. He gave a rueful grin in response. “I’ll wash them later.”

Riza sighed and rolled his eyes. “I’ll do it.”

“Uh uh,” Roy tutted, clambering around Riza on the bed until he was positioned over him. “Let me do some things for you for once.” He leaned down to begin kissing Riza on the neck, slowly letting his lips trail over his skin.

Riza shuddered. “You’ve already done many things for me tonight.”

Roy grinned against the soft, warm skin of Riza’s throat. “And I’ll do many more.”

Chuckling lightly at that, Riza brought a hand up to nestle it in Roy’s hair. Secure, grounding. Even just touching Roy made him feel at ease.

“Oh!” Roy leaned back at that. “Speaking of which…” Although he was impatient to make Riza feel really good, he supposed he could make him feel very good right now. Because Riza deserved it. He couldn’t hope to pay him back for everything Riza has done for him, but if he can make him come a few times, that wouldn’t be so bad, now would it?

He began trailing his kisses lower, around Riza’s collarbone, a teasing lick of his nipples, then a kiss on each chest scar. He continued his exploration downwards, with Riza’s hand slowly tightening in his hair.

Riza could barely take the anticipation, the fiery feeling of arousal drumming through his entire body. He wondered if Roy could feel the heartbeat that was practically thumping out of his skin. When Roy reached his destination, he gave an experimental lick, the delicacy of which made Riza’s toes curl with the lack of the intensity that he so craved. The action also forced an unwitting ‘nngh’ past his lips.

No matter. Roy would get Riza to open up soon enough, make him feel so good he forgets about the shell of his insecurities for a blissful moment and can make all the beautiful noises he wants.

With two fingers he parted Riza’s folds to broadly lave his tongue up Riza’s clit, an action which drew an ”Ohhh”, from Riza’s mouth. The latter’s hand, fingers still curled into Roy’s hair, loosened as he realized how tightly he was holding. “Sorry,” he muttered.

“It’s okay. Here, why don’t you hold on to this instead?” Roy proffered the hand he wasn’t using, which Riza interlaced his fingers with. Wasting no time, Roy leaned back in again and flicked Riza’s clit with the point of his tongue, tracing it lovingly as Riza gasped above him. He alternated this with sucking on it gently, taking the bud between his lips and hollowing his cheeks.

“Roy…” Riza moaned. Good, he was opening up already. Roy loved seeing Riza let loose with reckless abandon. It was a side he didn’t get to see too often, but he was grateful that Riza trusted him enough to show him. Riza’s fingers tightened around his, his back arching against the bed. It had the effect of grinding himself further up onto Roy’s mouth.

“So needy,” Roy chuckled. Before Riza could say anything, he continued. “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of you.” He raised his head so he could look Riza in the eyes, his heart swelling with fondness as he took in Riza’s blown pupils and flushed cheeks. “My needy boy,” he murmured. Riza’s eyelashes fluttered as his lips parted, taking in this remark.

Making good on his promise, Roy used his free hand to plunge his fingers inside Riza again, pumping them in and out as he continued his ministrations on Riza’s clit.

“Ah!” Riza let out above him, his head slamming back against the pillow. “Oh, yes!”

Roy began flicking his tongue faster, the wet heat of his tongue and mouth creating delicious sensation on Riza’s sensitive clit. He was so wet, Roy’s fingers sliding in and out of him smoothly, hitting the spot inside of him that made his body quake. Roy wasn’t letting up, his tongue and fingers combining to make the heat deep in Riza’s belly curl.

“Oh, Roy…” Riza groaned. “I’m… I’m close…”

“Mmmngh,” was all Roy could say, unwilling to stop with Riza on the edge of the threshold. His wrist was cramping from how hard he was pounding his fingers into Riza, but the noises Riza was making above him were too precious for him to stop.

The aching heat in Riza’s belly reached a fever pitch, his mind blanking as the only thought on his mind became “Roy, Roy, Roy!” He moaned this last part aloud, eyes rolling back as the sensations overwhelmed him, a fiery wave of pleasure flooding through his body. The crests rolled through him from head to toe, Roy continuing to milk him through his orgasm.

Riza hadn’t realized how tensed up he was until he came down from the high and relaxed back against the bed. He panted, half-lidded eyes gazing adoringly at Roy who crawled back up the bed towards Riza, wiping his lips on the back of his hand and his fingers on the sheets, again.

He watched Roy palm his cock with one hand, hovering above Riza’s hips as he lined himself up. Wasting no time, how typical of Roy when it came to these matters. Though Riza supposed it was best after he’d just come. The sensitivity of post-orgasm made the sensations of being fucked so much better, rawer and more intense.

Riza quickly lost this train of thought when Roy pushed in, rather more quickly than he’d anticipated from his surprised ‘oh’. Having been fingered already, and being so wet, Roy slid in almost completely, filling up Riza so suddenly his mouth fell open. It just always felt so good, having the warm thickness filling him up, making him feel right.

Carefully, slowly, Roy slid out again, slotting his hands around Riza’s hips. He marveled at how perfectly his fingers fit around the divots of Riza’s body, almost as if they were made for each other. Just as slowly he pushed back in, relishing in the ensuing breathy moan it drew from Riza.

“Roy,” Riza began. He bit his lip as Roy moved again, sliding back out and in. “You can go faster.” He made eye contact. “You won’t break me, you know.”

Roy held the eye contact, then nodded, seriously. He tightened his grip on Riza’s hips and quickened his pace, slamming back in. Riza let out a broken moan. It felt so good, thrusting into the tight, wet heat, Riza’s body pliant underneath him.

Riza began letting out little ‘ah’s with each movement, the blunt cockhead hitting just the right spot inside of him. He was so sensitive still from coming, the sensation inside him was so consuming that it bordered on too much, but it was perfect. It was the only time he could forget about his body, forget about anything that worried him and be completely at home in the moment. All thought and emotion reduced down to the single point of pleasure that was the point where Roy’s cock was driving relentlessly in and out of him, the wet slide mind-numbingly delicious.

“You’re so good for me,” Roy muttered. “Such a good boy.”

“Nngh,” Riza moaned, when really, he wanted to say ‘yes’, or ‘call me that again’.

Roy leaned down and folded his arms around Riza, holding him tightly. Riza automatically did the same, encircling Roy and bringing them close. Roy could feel all of Riza now, his soft, warm body jostling against his as Roy fucked into him. The harsh, stuttering exhales of both of them panting. The tousle of Riza’s bangs as they brushed against his forehead whenever he leaned in close.

He glanced at Riza’s parted lips, unbidden little noises tearing from them. He leaned in closer to kiss them, unable to resist, wanting to swallow every perfect noise Riza made. His tongue teased past Riza’s lips and teeth and explored his mouth, their tongues and lips making wet, sloppy noises as they sought to get as close to each other as possible.

Suddenly Riza felt himself being lifted, and clung to Roy, wrapping his arms and legs tighter around the other. Roy shifted them to the edge of the bed, with some difficulty. “Hold on tight,” he panted. With a soft groan he pulled them both off the bed, then whirled around and slammed Riza against the wall, the force of it knocking the breath out of Riza’s lungs. Roy shifted Riza further up a bit and wasted no time, hips slapping into Riza’s as he fucked him into the wall.

“Oh, Roy,” Riza moaned. He felt so helpless, wrapped around Roy and pinned against the wall like this, small, fragile. Protected.

Roy growled. “You sound so beaut—so handsome—moaning my name.”

“Nnngh!” Riza could only whine in reply, Roy’s cock driving in and out of him the only thing in his hazy mind.

Panting harshly, Roy gripped Riza’s thighs, holding him up. Riza was sure there would be bruises there later, marks he would trace in the shower, evidence that he was worthy enough to belong to someone. The thought only made him moan loader, involuntarily clenching around Roy’s cock.

“You feel so good, you know that, you feel amazing,” Roy gasped. “So good for me, such a good boy…”

”Ah!” Riza moaned loudly at this, unable to help himself.

“You like that?” Roy said, voice deep and rough in the way only Riza could wreck him. ��You like it when I call you that?” Through the intense pleasure drugging his mind, Riza managed to nod. “Call you what?” Riza looked up at him with wide, hazy eyes, lips slightly parted. He swallowed heavily. Roy slowed his pace, at which Riza groaned desperately. “You know what I want to hear,” Roy said teasingly, sliding all the way in and grinding his hips against Riza’s.

”Ohhh…” Riza moaned.

“Come on, handsome,” Roy murmured, leaning down to press soft kisses along Riza’s neck. “Why don’t you tell me what you are?”

Riza closed his eyes. His fingers flexed around Roy’s shoulders. “I’m… I’m a…” He whispered the next part. “…I’m a good boy.”

“That’s it.” Roy grinned, and pulled out to begin pounding Riza, sinking over and over into his quivering body. Riza felt incredible, like he was made for Roy’s cock. “Such a good boy, aren’t you?” Roy cooed.

“Ah! Ah! Oh!” tore from Riza’s lips, each slapping thrust fueling the fire deep inside him.

“My good, perfect boy,” Roy continued, almost as if entranced. “So good for me. I wanna give you everything… Let me give you everything…”

He trailed off. Still inside Riza, he turned them around again and slammed Riza’s back against the bed, wasting no time in immediately continuing his punishing rhythm. He maneuvered Riza’s legs to balance on each of his shoulders, letting him slide easily into the tight, wet heat as he stood up with Riza’s lower body hanging off the edge of the bed. This angle let him hit the right spot perfectly, and it showed as Riza immediately let out a wail, his hands clutching in the sheets, pulling them from their perfect corners at the edge of the mattress.

It felt so unfathomably good, Roy driving into him again and again, hitting the spot that made him writhe on the bed. Roy above him, holding onto his ankles, kissing his calf, whispering, “Good boy.” Roy, Roy, Roy. Riza wanted to give him the whole world. He only hoped that Roy knew.

Roy slowed down, letting Riza feel the drag of his cock as he slid every inch in and out. Riza moaned again, desperation tinging the edge of his voice. The change in pace made every one of his nerves fray, pleasure clouding his mind. He felt distant, dreamlike, he and Roy were the only people on earth.

“Hah,” Roy panted. His piercing gaze bored into Riza’s. “I could fuck you like this forever.”

At this, Riza couldn’t help but groan, “Yes.” Just them together, forever, like this, as one.

“Ohh,” Roy moaned. He leaned over Riza, bending him further in half, his body pliant, always, for Roy. A bead of sweat dripped down his brow and landed on Riza’s chest. “You’re so good. Such a good boy. So perfect. So handsome. And even better…” He leaned in to kiss Riza. “All mine.”

“Yours,” Riza panted.

Roy’s thrusts grew harsher, more frantic, as they both held on to each other. Roy let Riza’s legs drop from his shoulders to hang off the edge of the bed, and he wrapped his arms around Riza’s shoulders, while he did the same to Roy.

Riza felt so fucked out, floating as he was in the dreamlike sanctuary where only he and Roy mattered, the high state of ecstatic bliss from the intense, raw pleasure. It was so much, the smell of him, the feel of him, all around Riza and inside of him, Riza could never get enough.

The sound of skin slapping against skin, and the mingling of their harsh breaths and Riza’s desperate moans, filled the room as Roy slammed into him, the sensation of him hitting Riza’s sweet spot pulsating through his body.

“Faster!” Riza moaned, having long discarded the mask now. Roy could not help but comply; after all, he had to give Riza everything he wanted. How could he not? His muscles burned as he slammed into Riza again and again. Riza was so handsome like this, his eyes rolling back in his head as his pretty lips were parted in a moan, a high flush on his cheekbones, his eyebrows drawn together in furrowed pleasure.

Riza’s legs quivered, hanging over the edge of the bed as they were, and his toes were curled. His fingers dug into Roy’s back, pulling him closer, ever closer. He could never be close enough.

The whirling vortex of fierce desire that fanned him like a flame was consuming his body relentlessly, a feeling of zealous rapture. The sensation of pleasure was so intense, it saturated his mind. The thickness driving inside of him, filling him up, everything was too good to comprehend. All he could do was breathily moan to ‘not stop’.

He was close, so close. He could feel the fire growing hotter and hotter yet again, his senses numbed by the overwhelming sensations, every nerve end frayed with pleasure. Roy fucked him breathlessly, helplessly, as Riza’s back arched and he felt the rumbling heat crest through him, riding the wave of fiery bliss that washed through his body. Roy kept fucking him, milking him through his orgasm as the fire blazed, the feeling of being pounded into so painfully and rapturously intense that Riza screamed, a hoarse, desperate sound that made Roy’s breath hitch.

“Ah—Riza—” Roy got out between pants. “I’m gonna—Ah!” His thrusts stuttered as he spilled deep inside Riza, hips driving forwards weakly as if of their own accord. Riza moaned shakily at the feeling, overstimulated as he was.

Roy stilled, laying down on top of Riza with his full weight, exhausted from holding himself up. They laid like this for a while, until Riza began to squirm uncomfortably from the heaviness.

“Sorry, sorry,” he muttered, rolling off of Riza. Knowing he would object to cuddling before they cleaned up, he got up and retrieved the towel they kept for this purpose, wiping both of them off. Riza just gazed at him through heavy-lidded eyes, wanting to help but knowing his jelly legs wouldn’t hold him up right now.

After cleaning them up, Roy prodded at Riza. The latter took the hint and hauled himself up to lay properly on the bed, so Roy could lay behind him and wrap his arm around him. They cuddled up together like that, Riza feeling sleepy and content. He knew he would ache later, but the thought was kind of scintillating, knowing he would bear the marks of their intimacy.

Roy planted a soft kiss on Riza’s head. “You were such a good boy for me.”

“Mmm,” Riza said dreamily. His eyes slipped closed, content to lay there and be held. He felt warm, down to his bones. The kind of warmth you only feel at home.

“Goodnight, Riza.”

He sighed softly, happily. “Goodnight, Roy.”

#royai #transmasc riza hawkeye #ftm riza hawkeye #roy mustang #roy mustang/riza hawkeye #ns/fw #my writing #my fic #fma #fma:b #if you'd prefer to read on ao3 that link will be added in a separate reblog!

[trickarrows-bishop]

simon's not actually too upset about losing so much of his hearing. he learns sign language, struggles w the grammar a bit but catches on pretty quick, and when he makes enough money to get them, he gets hearing aids.

he's never been one to mope and despair about his situation. he's always tried to make the best of life, even when it fuckin' sucked.

OOOOO YEAH !!!

#this is CONSIDERABLY different to comic!hawkeye but i actually prefer this and it fits w him more :) #hawkeye!simon

[majorbaby]

bit of a confession: i'm not too fond of "trapper thinks hawkeye is dead" because there's an implied "... and that's why he didn't write" which assumes that this is canon, and it isn't. We don't know if he wrote. It's left intentionally ambiguous.

I think it is valid to headcanon him as having not written because he thought Hawkeye was dead though, and I see why tbh because it's easy enough to interpret Trapper's whole unquestioning support of Hawkeye as his being a very devoted and loving friend. Why would Trapper do all of that just to not write to Hawkeye? It kind of only makes sense with such a drastic explanation and well, The Late Captain Pierce happens so soon after Trapper leaves. I get it.

"Isn't that splitting hairs?" Well, I think it was a deliberate writing choice to not tie up that loose end with Trapper. No closure for the audience, no closure for Hawkeye.

GFA delivers closure to everyone. Actually, this is why I think GFA is one of the best executed finales of all time. It's very well acted and directed and written yes, but it's not without its flaws, some of which I think are glaring. And just the format of it alone means it's hard to analyze as an "episode of MASH". There are things about MASH that imo, do not translate well from a 20 minute format to a feature-length film.

But before this turns into the Trial of GFA, let me say the reason I say GFA is a great finale is because it is a proper farewell to the audience from the characters, all their loose threads tied up. This is something we were denied when Wayne left the show. Confirming whether or not Trapper wrote undercuts the non-goodbye, just like confirmation that the 4077th including BJ and Hawkeye ever see each other again undercuts their goodbye in GFA.

Trapper is invoked by the narrative three times and each time it pointedly does not create emotional stakes for Hawkeye. The first time is in PoA, where the person who has the biggest emotional response to the Trapper character is BJ (huge L, grow up BJ). It's BJ who has the worse reaction to the destruction of the still, in what I personally think is the only redeeming moment for him in that episode, when he shows remorse for having damaged something he knew was precious to Hawkeye in part because Hawkeye built it with Trapper. I don't think his response to Trapper being home is a Trapper-exclusive thing, because BJ also says he's jealous of Radar being home.

In Depressing News, Hawkeye isn't torn up about Trapper when he mentions him being replaced by BJ, he's torn up about how the military dehumanizes people and views them as disposable. Even if we are to believe Hawkeye is shown to be still mourning Trapper's exit, it ought to be nothing compared to the grief he must feel over Henry's death. And that is without even considering that Hawkeye is demonstrably happy for Trapper in Check-Up. So it is a big stretch for me to believe that this scene is about Hawkeye ruminating on Trapper.

Finally the Joker is Wild. Hawkeye has some fond words for Trapper but the point of this episode apparently is that Hawkeye has been tried by a jury of his peers, found guilty of being The Worst, Actually and should suffer for his crimes. The other point of the episode is that Trapper and the early years are also the worst, which is ironic considering how Joker is at best, MASH as a pale imitation of itself.

I lied, there is a fourth mention of Trapper, in GFA but before I get to that, I want to mention the weird snub in As Time Goes By. It is technically a snub because they mention Henry and not Trapper but let the record reflect that this episode is also MASH as a pale imitation of itself and on rewatch I think Trapper would have hated the sentimentalization of his time in Korea. Idk what BJ and Hawkeye especially are doing in this one. The point of this episode is to invoke fond and soft memories of cast members past, so my theory is that they couldnt mention Trapper for this reason. Maybe they still hate Wayne or something but from what I understand it as Mclean they were properly annoyed with.

Okay fourth, in GFA, when Hawkeye for the first time since Welcome to Korea expresses some hurt over Trapper's exit. Or does he?:

"BJ is not really what's bothering him" threw me when I first saw the script for GFA because i absolutely thought he was bothered by BJ leaving initially without saying goodbye. But whatever, point here is that if he's not upset about BJ, then there's no way he's upset about Trapper. Even before seeing this i found that line somewhat... well, if Hawkeye hadn't been through what he had been through and wasn't feeling so vulnerable and didn't have Margaret's shoulder to cry on prompting him to be more forthcoming than he might be otherwise... then I might call Hawkeye's lament melodramatic.

So all these examples show that I don't think the show was at all interested in giving us Hawkeye dealing with his feelings about Trapper post the first of Welcome to Korea. And you can imagine that had they confirmed he had written, or hadn't this would have engaged Hawkeye in that way.

I'm further convinced by the scene that didn't make into the show where Sidney asks Hawkeye if he'd heard from answer and Hawkeye has this infuritatingly vague response "He sent me a nail file in a cupcake". In theory Alan Alda's delivery might've swayed us one way or another but I can also imagine him saying it like a joke, of which he has no shortage of, that still wouldn't make it clearer.

The fact that they cut it altogether seems very deliberate. They did not want to talk about Trapper in a way that gave us any hints as to what their relationship (or lack thereof) might have been like after Wayne left the show.

And that's pretty clever, because it gives further further significance to Hawkeye's insistence that he and BJ have their goodbye. Hawkeye doubts they'll remain as close as they were in Korea once he and BJ go home, BJ clings to the idea that they will. Ultimately we do not know if they will. When asked if they might see each other again, Alan Alda maintained the ambiguity, (paraphrase) "they might, if we wrote it" which I personally see as "no" because they did not write it. But there is also "they might". It's ambiguous. Sucks doesn't it? But that is what fanfiction is for.

#more on why i personally dont love the headcanon 'trapper thinks hawkeye is dead' #but that's more about preference and not my analysis of the text #re: mash

[raywritesthings]

i know you rb'd it a while ago but if you're still interested in doing it, ship asks (and if you don't actually vibe with any of these ships feel free to skip!)

roy/riza: 8, 9, 15 hawkeye/trapper: 15, 21, 26 margaret/hawkeye: 15 (i really want to know what songs people associate with ships lol), 46, 50

Oh, fun variety with these ones! If it's alright with you, I'm gonna skip #15 for all three (at least for now) because it takes me a while of listening to music while specifically thinking/looking for parallels/vibes with a given ship before I can come up with anything. By the time I do that, I'll forget to come back to my ask box to answer this! So apologies, but also my music taste is extremely old-fashioned so it probably wouldn't be all that interesting anyway.

Roy/Riza:

8. What do they love most about the other? Why? I think going from a strictly canon reading, Riza loves the ideals that Roy believes in and wants to put in place as reforms. She's dedicated her whole life to helping him achieve that. And in turn, and I think Roy loves Riza's loyalty - not to him, specifically, but to their shared cause. He knows he can trust her above anyone else to see it through, even if she has to go through him to get there. In addition, I think they both find solace in knowing each other so well, having met before the military really entered their lives and changing together through Ishval and beyond. 9. What do they dislike most about the other? Why? I think Riza dislikes Roy's carelessness most because it makes her job harder because it in some ways betrays their goals. Roy is the one and only person she will ever trust with her father's life's work and the only person she trusts to see the necessary reforms put in to in some way try to atone for their actions in Ishval. She also can't cope with the idea of living without him, so for him to try and fight a killer in the rain without thinking of how severely disadvantaged this makes him understandably upsets her on multiple levels. For Roy, I think he probably most dislikes the fact that Riza clearly can't cope without him, more so because he would hate the idea of her suffering like that in his absence than because he sees it as some kind of character flaw.

Hawkeye/Trapper:

21. Do they enjoy domestic life? So, given it'd be the 50s and they're two men, that's a tough one. I think in the absence of any fear of being "discovered" and discriminated against/arrested, though, they'd get on fine together. They already have experience sharing living space, and in the worst possible conditions. There's little things that would bother each other (just watched "Alcoholics Unanimous" yesterday, and they have a wonderfully domestic spat about Hawkeye using Trapper's towel while shaving and Trapper's toenail clippings ending up by/under Hawkeye's bed), but I think they'd be able to just bicker for a few minutes and move on. The major roadblocks are pretty much external factors (how their relationship would impact Trapper's ability to see his girls, the strain of living semi-closeted in 50s America, etc). 26. What sacrifices do they make for the other? Given the way the show was written, it's easier I think to pinpoint the sacrifices that Trapper makes and could/would make in a relationship with Hawkeye than the other way around. He's almost always the one getting roped into Hawkeye's schemes or messes (good example is him blatantly committing perjury in "House Arrest" while coming up with a cover story for where Frank got his shiner), and if they were to pursue a relationship back home he would be the one having to give up his stable family life with the wife and two kids unless they kept it secret, and then Hawkeye would be the one sort of making sacrifices there (but I just can't really see that lasting or being something either of them would put up with for longer than just a casual "every once in a while" sort of thing when they happened to both be in the same area). Not that Hawkeye doesn't ever make sacrifices for Trapper (from the infamous "Longjohn Flap" to shelving any sadness he might have over Trapper possibly leaving in "Check-Up" in order to celebrate with him), but it's something he'd have to work on in a serious relationship with Trapper. For the record, I don't think he'd struggle too hard with it, just the way the show framed him as the protagonist and Trapper as his sort of "second" gives it that slightly uneven dynamic. Probably the biggest thing is that, once stateside, Hawkeye would likely have to be the one to move so that Trapper could remain close to his daughters. Depending on where you land as to how much Hawkeye really loves Crabapple Cove or not, that may be a small or a really large sacrifice.

Margaret/Hawkeye:

46. Do they consider their relationship casual or serious? Is the answer different depending on who you ask? Why? Hm, this one probably depends on the circumstances. I think in "Comrades in Arms", Hawkeye was looking for something more casual than Margaret (partly because Margaret was married to Donald at the time, and partly because he liked their dynamic as-it-was whereas Margaret seemed to think she needed to go into Mistress Mode like with Frank or the generals that used to come knocking). I think Hawkeye valued Margaret's friendship so much at that point that he'd rather that not change and they not be together than to be together and have her change her behavior for him. If we were talking post-canon, I think it could almost end up flipped, where Hawkeye might cling to Margaret harder for the sense of familiarity she gives him while she's more focused on figuring out her life post-army. Then again, I could also see them mutually agreeing to a casual thing post-war based on the finale kiss. 50. Would they ever break up? If so, why? Who would handle the breakup better? Haha, well they sort of did? If they were in a genuine relationship, I could definitely see them breaking up (and getting back together, and breaking up again, etc). The big, unresolved thing between them is their political/ideological differences, which the show really de-emphasized as the years went on and Margaret became part of the "in" crowd less enchanted with the army/the war (compare her clear distress at the idea that peace talks might be starting in an early scene with Frank from I want to say "Dear Dad" vs her commiserating with Hawkeye about the points system being changed to keep them longer in "Peace on Us"). However, without the army/the war as a mutual enemy of theirs, they could definitely end up butting heads on politics again back stateside which could possibly result in a permanent break. I'm not sure who would handle a breakup better, honestly. I think Margaret would handle it worse at first and then probably get over it if she found someone new, whereas Hawkeye would probably be outwardly fine but miss her long after she was gone.

These were all really interesting to think about, so thanks for sending them in! List is here for anyone interested in sending in other questions/ships!

#fma #royai #m*a*s*h #piercintyre #hawklips #i think the preferred ship name now seems to be #houlihawk #but if i switch now then there's a bunch of stuff i wouldn't have in the tag and ah well #riza hawkeye #roy mustang #hawkeye pierce #trapper john mcintyre #margaret houlihan #emerson replies

[variousqueerthings]

the fun of having put out the "bj's moustache is gay culture" post while also headcanoning first and foremost that whatever bj is, it's not actually gay but something way funnier and more fucked up

#what im saying is that hawkeye is sometimes bj's wife but not in a gay way #it's the opposite in a way of how frank burns desires hawkeye carnally and is so mad about it being really gay #and that hawkeye is queer in a gender and a sexuality way that means he can slide into whatever mold someone else desires #and margaret is a transmasc who will give herself that crew cut when she's in her 60s #and everyone will mistake her for a lesbian but actually she's gay for men #but hawkeye can be a girl for her if he wants #bj and frank both represent the lie of the american dream but in different ways #(that is they both went to war on a promise about smthinsmthin american duty masculinity etc) #but while I'm absolutely on the frank is gay choo choo train #idk with bj it just seems a bit boring as a read to end it there imo #especially as it's generally agreed upon that his character was so broadly written #i prefer to play in that broadness personally but hey if u wanna tag that post as gay bj i get where that comes from #ilke yeah for sure the moustache is gay culture - 70s gay culture #also tbh to get serious for a sec it was very weird getting into the mash fandom while this whole thing was going on #and i think it kept me from getting totally into it from the first jump - lot of judgement on headcanons #lot of *this is all of fandoms opinion on xy thing and if you say something different you're wrong* #lot of treating headcanons and meta as serious discussion pieces rather than just... engaging with a piece of fiction #(this not about analysing outdated elements of the show am talking the character and not-so-serious meta) #all of this to say: pls dont be weird on this post they're called headcanons for a reason #it's 2pm and i am pulling an all-nighter to hit a deadline #we're feeling fragile gents

[darkshadows93]

Iowa and his Mug

Everyone has a specific mug that pretty much represents them in the Statehouse. We've seen some of them- Texas with his Buc'ees, PA with the big ass Wawa cup, Minnesota and his forest mugs, Mass with the Dunkin' cup. I'm sure we can find the perfect mug for every state. But let me tell you about Iowa's mug. It's not fancy or in your face. It's a simple 20oz black and gold metal tumbler with the Iowa Hawkeyes symbol. It also happens to be one of the most hated mugs within the Statehouse. For one simple reason- The Big 10 conference. Nebraska, Minnesota, and Wisconsin hate the Hawkeyes for their own reasons. It more stems from their long-standing football rivalry or, in Nebraska's defense- the pure hatred they have for each other. All three have attempted to misplace or destroy the metal tumbler in multiple ways (Nebraska risked destroying a turbine just to see the mug disappear). But they have all failed- either Iowa found the mug, or it seems indestructable cause they found Iowa the next day drinking from it. The Hawkeye mug never dies! They seem to forget the one thing that Iowa shares with them. He's a farmer. He's resourceful; his stuff has been beaten, battered, and dented, and he would still use it. It also doesn't help that he has multiple tumblers in his closet just in case his fellow midwestern states decide to be stupid and mess with his mug. Iowa knows his mug is hated and wouldn't have it any other way. Cause to him, the Hawkeyes have always been the better team.

#welcome to the table #welcome to the statehouse #ben brainard #wttt #wttsh #wttt iowa #headcanons #in reality I'm a Cyclone fans but seeing Iowa is the Hawkeye state he prefers them overall

[thebreakfastgenie]

I think Charle's dream might be the best one because it's so succinct and on-theme and it makes perfect sense and it's devastating. But also the meandering quality of Hawkeye's dream feels very true to what dreams, and especially nightmares, are like in my experience, and my favorite moment in that episode is when he hears the choppers and screams and startles awake and the choppers are real. And it's so important that his dream is placed last because the whole episode is about them all dreaming of horrors and that moment says the nightmare is real. The single most hard-hitting image is probably the bleeding soldier on the crucifix. Is it on the nose? Perhaps. But god. And on a personal note, seeing the Ohio road signs in Klinger's dream makes me feel something.

#mashposting #my personal favorites in order are like.... hawkeye > charles > mulcahy > klinger > bj > margaret > potter #they're all good this is just about personal preference