Hawks x Reader (lemon)

The after party (6)

Y/n pov

The sun shines through the window onto my face. My eyes tightened to try and block it out. Irritated by this, I just use my hand to block out the rays. Slowly, I opened my eyes and decided to sit up, when I realized, this isn't my room. I looked around trying to figure out where I was. I looked down at the clothes I was wearing, and they were the work out clothes the agency provides you. I slowly put the pieces together about where I am, and I start to remember the party from last night and what happened at that party.

I felt my face instantly heat up, embarrassed just thinking about how hawks must have taken me to his place. It was a big room with a huge bed in the middle of the back wall. On one wall there was a door, on the wall opposite to the bed there was a desk, and on the last wall there was a huge window with a balcony. The shades were open wide, letting the sun light up the room. There was a note on the nightstand.

'You can grab any food you want, your stuff is in the bathroom' no signature. I look at the note, I don't recognize the handwriting. Odd. My attention quickly switched to the front of the room, a maid? They had short fluffy brown hair and wore jeans and a t- shirt with the logo of a cleaning company on it.

"I'm just here to make sure you have everything ready before you go" The maid explained to me cheerfully. Now this was something new. My morning routine went smoothly, it was odd however, being in an unfamiliar place and having someone watch your every move. I decided not to take anything. I wasn't hungry, though I didn't even know how I was feeling. So many things rushed into my head but not enough time to think about it all. I just tried to get to my apartment as fast as I could to hopefully clear my head.

The apartment was quiet while I sat down with a sigh, feeling my muscles begin to ease. However there was still a thought in my head that was really driving me crazy, one that wouldn't shut up no matter what I thought about.

'Where was hawks? Why wasn't he there when you woke up? I guess the night meant nothing to him. What would it have been like if he was there? It just feels so strange but did the night feel like something to me? It was just a hookup, right?' I tried to calm myself down with anything I could think of, such as watching a show, drinking tea, exercising, or reading. Nothing worked. That one little thought would send me into a rabbit hole stress every time. To the point I'm convinced I like him, but that couldn't possibly be true. He's my boss for christs sake! It was just a hookup. There was no escape at this point, so you tried one last thing, which was to sleep, hoping you'd forget about everything. I think I like him but I dread agreeing with it.

Hawks pov

I wish I didn't leave. I really did. It was around 5 am when I got the call. It was still dark out, my phone was buzzing, it was management. I had a mission, god knows how long those take. Already upset about how long missions are, I felt a shuffle in my side, y/n snuggled into me. I sighed, adoring how cute they are, dreading leaving, but cherishing the moment.

I quickly realize I gotta get going. I slowly get up, trying not to disturb them. I rush to grab my things, quickly writing a little note before flying out the window. I regret leaving them, but why do I feel this way? I've never felt like this after a hookup but something about them just draws me to them. It pains me to think about leaving them there. It hurts more to think that I like them. It's hard to deny it, but what would happen?

Y/n pov

I haven't seen hawks in days. It seems he's gone on a mission who knows when he'll get back I keep getting these weird notes on my desk, some have little compliments like "I loved your hair yesterday" or ones weirdly specific "you looked gorgeous at 2:15 pm at your desk when you were typing" its starting to freak me out. Even though I work in a hero agency, it seems so out of the ordinary. I reported it to HR, but no response. Hopefully it won't go farther than the creepy notes. Though feel like I can handle myself if it does. Sometimes I swear I see shadows move out of the corner of my eye, no matter where I am. I guess the stress of everything is driving me crazy. But I don't have time to worry about it.

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