Mr Angel: Hawks x Reader

Chapter 2 - June Bug

     I stumbled into my room and plopped onto my bed. I groaned and shoved my head into my pillow. The fabric slowly began to soak my face and a flurry of hics escaped my mouth. I was suffocated, but I didn't move my face. Bea was gone. I was never going to see her again. I was alone.
     "Damn it," I flopped on my back and the back of my hand smacked something hard.
     My phone screen lit and I picked it up. There was a message from my mom and a few miscellaneous notifications. The message read 'Sorry honey, there's been a week's delay for our show. Hopefully we can get back soon! Love you honey.'
"I knew it," I stared at the message before I glimpsed at my hand.
His number was written neatly in red pen. He had underlined it three times and included a feather trailing from the end of the third. I admired it a bit more before I snapped a picture.
"I guess it wouldn't hurt to text him," I opened my messenger and typed the number.
Me: Hey, it's me,
Hawks: Miss me already? I just left.
Me: As if. I'm just bored. Nice handwriting btw.
Hawks: So I've been told
Me: The feather was a nice touch, the underlining was a bit much though.
Hawks: Rude, but thanks
Me: It's constructive criticism :)
Hawks: Sure...
Me: So...
Hawks: So..?
Me: You know I was lying about what happened...
Hawks: Yeah, but you clearly don't wanna talk about it, so I'm not gonna force you to.
Me: It's not that I don't... I just can't.
Hawks: You can't?
Me: It's not like anyone is forcing me not to, but whenever I try to say anything... I freeze up.
Hawks: You shouldn't force yourself. If you need time, it's okay.
Me: I guess you're right...
Hawks: Maybe some sleep will help?
Me: I doubt I'll be able to sleep, but I'll try.
Hawks: Good ^^
Me: Um...
Hawks: What is it kid?
Me: Can you come over tomorrow?
Hawks: Sure. I might not be able to stop by until late.
Me: That's okay, I probably won't wake up until 12 anyways... I won't be waiting too long.
Hawks: Haha, well goodnight kid. Don't let the bedbugs bite.
Me: You sound like my mom, and I definitely don't have bedbugs... Goodnight Mr. Angel
Hawks: See you tomorrow
Me: See you
( +81 80 xxxx xxxx loved your message).
I smiled and added him as a contact before turning my phone off. I put my phone on it's charger and shifted into my covers. I wrapped my comforter around my head and leaned into a dry pillow. My eyes blinked shut and I curled up into a ball. Maybe I wasn't as alone as I thought.

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As I began to shake off the drowsiness, I was smacked by a potent aroma. It was intoxicatingly sweet and filled the entire room. A loud beep scared the last bit of tiredness from me. I got out of my bed, grabbing a broom from the corner.
The smell got stronger, but more distinct. Cookies? I put the broom down and turned from the hall into the kitchen.
"Well this is a surprise," I crossed my arms.
"Oh! Hiya y/n! Sorry for barging in, but I thought you might need the company."
"You're always welcome Aunt June!" I eyed the shortbread cookies.
They were lined perfectly on three separate trays, each dotted with raspberry preserves. June dusted them with powdered sugar and put the final batch in the oven.
"So, where's my big sister sweetheart?" June laid an oven mitt on the counter.
"Their show got delayed, so she and dad won't be back for another week," I grabbed a cookie off one of the trays.
"Of course it did... She'd better be damn lucky that I plan to stay for three weeks," June rolled her eyes and sat on and empty spot of the counter.
"Mom would be pissed if she saw you doing that," I bit into my cookie.
"Well I'm more pissed that she didn't show up. I should've brought my oil diffuser..."
"It's not her fault. Also, these are fucking delicious," I finished the cookie my second bite.
"You're off the hook for now, but don't go cussing around your mom and shit. Otherwise she'll think I taught you that."
"You did though," I smiled.
"Shut your trap," she walked over and ruffled my hair.
"Three weeks huh? How'd you convince your boss of that?" I ducked and snatched another cookie.
"I'm self employed now."
"No way! What do you do?"
"I run a little shop on Etsy and stuff," her glance shifted a bit.
"And stuff? Care to elaborate on this 'stuff'?" I raised my brow.
"Just like, making videos and stuff," she didn't look at me.
"Aunt June... by videos... do you mean... like... Onlyfans stuff?"
"Um..."
"Cuz if you do I wholly support you and I can cover for you if mom asks about your job."
"No... I just wasn't really sure what to say. But I guess what I do is... somewhat similar. I make character ASMR videos for YouTube and Patreon," she sighed and rubbed her neck.
"Oh! I've listened to some of that kinda stuff before. That's awesome June!"
"You think so?"
"Duh! No matter what you do you make it awesome!"
"Ha, you sound like a kid. You used to say stuff like that when you were little. My favorite was when you made up my hero name when I was still going to UA. You made a little comic called 'Chronicles of the Splendiferous June Bug.' I kinda wish I hadn't gotten hurt so I could formally use it."
"You would've made a great hero, but I like you how you are now. We can spend more time together this way," I squeezed her hand.
"I'm glad you like spending time with me because I'm sleeping in your room," she laughed and walked down the hall.
I turned my attention to the cookies on the countertop. I grabbed a plate and glass from a drawer and placed them down. I grabbed a carton of almond milk from the fridge and poured it into my glass. I stacked around six cookies on my plate and put the milk away.
     The almond milk and cookies melted together in my mouth. The sugary and slightly acidic jam melded with the sweet, perfectly crumbly shortbread. The milk softened the mixture and added a nutty flavour.
     "Hey y/n, who's Mr. Angel? And why is he trying to come over tonight?" my aunt walked into the kitchen holding my phone.
     "I... Well... It's not what it looks like..." I nearly choked on my cookie.
"Then what is it?" my aunt crossed her arms.
"Well... Don't get mad, but..."