ʜᴀᴡᴋɪɴs ᴢ. ғᴜʟʟᴇʀ

── “ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴍᴇ, sᴋɪᴘᴘʏ? ”

ᴍᴅɴɪ | ɴᴏ ʟᴇᴡᴅ | ʜᴀᴡᴋ ʙᴇʟᴏɴɢs ᴛᴏ ᴛɪᴍ 🌱 | ɴᴏ ᴅʀᴀᴍᴀ

[ʜᴀᴡᴋɪɴs ᴢ. ғᴜʟʟᴇʀ @BULLETPROOFHAWK]

𝓘nformation ⤵︎

𝗜𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗽𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗻𝘁 portrayal of Hawkins Zebediah Fuller from showtime’s 𝓕ellow 𝓣ravelers . selective in shipping : I’M BULLETPROOF .

[ʜᴀᴡᴋɪɴs ᴢ. ғᴜʟʟᴇʀ @BULLETPROOFHAWK]

𝗛𝗮𝘄𝗸𝗶𝗻𝘀'𝘀 lips curved into a knowing smirk. The younger man was certainly bold, and he appreciated that.

“Then I think we're off to a good start.”

[leonard winters @vamptran1]

i am an easy going man, my dear. trust will possibly go ahead easily.

but i do find you attractive.

[ʜᴀᴡᴋɪɴs ᴢ. ғᴜʟʟᴇʀ @BULLETPROOFHAWK]

I see I made quite an impression. Though those two stars for trust suggest I haven't quite won you over 𝒚𝒆𝒕.

[leonard winters @vamptran1]

@BULLETPROOFHAWK

● — annoyance
●●●● — respect
●● — trust
●●●● — interest
●●●●● — physical attraction

low — ●●●●● — high

[ʜᴀᴡᴋɪɴs ᴢ. ғᴜʟʟᴇʀ @BULLETPROOFHAWK]

He slipped an arm around Tim's waist, drawing him closer, his thumb brushing gently along his cheek before he leaned down to kiss him.

“Think you can behave yourself for a few more hours in that dreadful hearing?”

[ʜᴀᴡᴋɪɴs ᴢ. ғᴜʟʟᴇʀ @BULLETPROOFHAWK]

𝗛𝗲 𝗰𝗹𝗼𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝗳𝗳𝗶𝗰𝗲 𝗱𝗼𝗼𝗿 𝗯𝗲𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺, glancing down the corridor to make sure it was empty before turning the lock. Loosening his tie, he finally allowed himself to smile as he looked at the younger man.

“Come here, Skippy.”

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[ʜᴀᴡᴋɪɴs ᴢ. ғᴜʟʟᴇʀ @BULLETPROOFHAWK]

His voice softened as he reached for Tim, resting a hand at the back of his neck and drawing him a closer.

“We don't have much time before someone comes looking for us.”

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[✞︎ 𝙋𝙧𝙤𝙛. 𝙈. 𝙍𝙤𝙨𝙖𝙡𝙚𝙨 ✞︎ (Parody) @_LeRuss__]

𝙈𝙤𝙧𝙫𝙮𝙣 𝙍𝙤𝙨𝙖𝙡𝙚𝙨
────────────────

• S̶a̶d̶o̶m̶a̶s̶o̶c̶h̶i̶s̶t̶i̶c̶
• M͟e͟n͟t͟a͟l͟l͟y͟ D̶i̶s̶t̶u̶r̶b̶e̶d̶
• W͟e͟a͟l͟t͟h͟y͟ B̶r̶a̶t̶
• P͟s͟y͟c͟h͟o͟p͟a͟t͟h͟i͟c͟ S̶e̶r̶i̶a̶l̶ K̶i̶l̶l̶e̶r̶

[ʜᴀᴡᴋɪɴs ᴢ. ғᴜʟʟᴇʀ @BULLETPROOFHAWK]

“There's a matter concerning the Secretary's office that requires your attention. Bring your notes and come with me.”

[ʜᴀᴡᴋɪɴs ᴢ. ғᴜʟʟᴇʀ @BULLETPROOFHAWK]

𝗠𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘂𝘁𝗺𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲? He could think of a few.

Hawkins had been watching the proceedings for a few minutes when he spotted Tim looking increasingly bored.

[1]

[ʜᴀᴡᴋɪɴs ᴢ. ғᴜʟʟᴇʀ @BULLETPROOFHAWK]

A smirk crossed his face. He checked the folder in his hands before approaching one of the staff members and quietly exchanging a few words.

“Mr. Laughlin,” he said, with professional seriousness that suggested he had something rather important to discuss.

[2]

[ʜᴀᴡᴋɪɴs ᴢ. ғᴜʟʟᴇʀ @BULLETPROOFHAWK]

𝗖𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲, Skippy. We have a few hours left to make the most of it.

[ʜᴀᴡᴋɪɴs ᴢ. ғᴜʟʟᴇʀ @BULLETPROOFHAWK]

@_timlaughlin # CUTE 😌

[ʜᴀᴡᴋɪɴs ᴢ. ғᴜʟʟᴇʀ @BULLETPROOFHAWK]

𝓘nteraction call ⤵︎
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀
𝗛𝗶𝘁 like if you’re interested in having our muses interact . ❪ chemistry-based writing : always up for a little banter . ❫
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀

[ʜᴀᴡᴋɪɴs ᴢ. ғᴜʟʟᴇʀ @BULLETPROOFHAWK]

@_timlaughlin “I'm sitting right here, Skippy. You make it sound as though I'm shipping off to war tomorrow. We'll have other afternoons. I'll make sure of that.”

His thumb moved absentmindedly against Tim's knee in a reassuring gesture.

[ʜᴀᴡᴋɪɴs ᴢ. ғᴜʟʟᴇʀ @BULLETPROOFHAWK]

𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗮𝗳𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗼𝗼𝗻 𝘀𝘂𝗻 hung low over the water, casting a golden glow across the beach. Hawkins sat on the sand, arms resting casually over his bent knees.

[1]

[ʜᴀᴡᴋɪɴs ᴢ. ғᴜʟʟᴇʀ @BULLETPROOFHAWK]

@_timlaughlin 𝗛𝗮𝘄𝗸𝗶𝗻𝘀 𝗴𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲𝗱 𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝘁 𝗵𝗶𝗺.

He wasn't particularly good at knowing what to do with sentiment, especially when it came wrapped in that unmistakable softness of Tim's. He reached over, brushing his fingers against Tim's knee.

[1]

[ʜᴀᴡᴋɪɴs ᴢ. ғᴜʟʟᴇʀ @BULLETPROOFHAWK]

@_timlaughlin # You got your movie night privileges back. ;)

[ʜᴀᴡᴋɪɴs ᴢ. ғᴜʟʟᴇʀ @BULLETPROOFHAWK]

He closed the remaining distance, capturing Tim's lips in a lingering kiss that quickly deepened, his hand holding him close as he gave in to all the affection he's been building up for the man in his arms.

[ʜᴀᴡᴋɪɴs ᴢ. ғᴜʟʟᴇʀ @BULLETPROOFHAWK]

𝗛𝗮𝘄𝗸𝗶𝗻𝘀 𝘀𝗺𝗶𝗹𝗲𝗱, pleased he'd given Tim the evening he'd wanted.

“Don't look so smug, Skippy, it wasn't that bad.” His eyes lingered on Tim's face for a moment before he shifted closer.

[1]

[ʜᴀᴡᴋɪɴs ᴢ. ғᴜʟʟᴇʀ @BULLETPROOFHAWK]

Whatever else he might have said was soon forgotten as he leaned in, his attention turning to those inviting lips.

“Now, I think I've been patient enough.”

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