I Spent the Night with Hawks (READERxHAWKS)

That Night

~Author Note to Readers~

@creeoespresso wrote a  story that really inspired this one. It's called My Angel Hawksx Reader This is my own twist on theirs, I hope they don't mind because if they do this has to come down!

I've never had the best luck. things never seem to go my way which is why I was so shocked when he walked into the bar I was in.

I stopped in with Sora, who works for the same paper I do, and discovered that I'm the infamous ghostwriter who writes articles about heroes and politics. we quickly became best friends and we usually go out drinking once off work on Fridays. our favorite place to hang out is this bar called That Night.

were two martinis in when we saw a group of prominent heroes walk in. One of the heroes, standing next to the bunny woman who could be no other than Miriko, was Hawks.

I had to get an interview! maybe my luck was turning around.

an hour later I knew it wasn't. He was in the VIP section, roped off but able to see the whole bar from where he was while I wasn't even able to get close to the rope because it was surrounded by drunk patrons trying to get close to the heroes. I sighed into my glass. oh well, it's not like I'm not used to my shitty luck.

Sora and I ignored the heroes as best we could and continued chatting and giggling. we talked about our boss who was forever losing things, Today it was the keys to his office. he searched for an hour before finding them hanging off the door handle of his door. Sora gasped audibly looking at my hand. a red feather twirled around my fingers. I snorted and brushed it away annoyed that it had spoiled the mood.

it came back insistently, this time tugging at my sleeve. I huffed irritably at it. I knew who it belonged to, Hawks of course. but I was deep into my cups and not in the mood for an interview anymore and therefore not in the mood to deal with him. I swatted it, batting it away like a cat. I was just drunk enough to use my quirk and manipulate the air around me so the little feather couldn't get close and bother me again.

relaxing back again, I thought maybe we should call it a night when I noticed Sora's eyes were huge saucers. she stared just over my shoulder. I felt a light tap.

"Excuse me, ladies, mind if I sit for a while."

"It's a free country, you can sit where you like. it doesn't mean we'll be cordual to you though."

I shot back almost instantly, the alcohol making me say whatever came to mind at the moment. with my filter gone, I was a lot more rude and sarcastic. Sora was often amused by it, I doubt anyone else would be as well.

I was wrong, he threw his head back laughing a deep laugh from the pit of his stomach. I could tell this was a sincere laugh, not a fake one he used with fans and media. I was suddenly struck by how handsome he was. his blond hair was blown back in that typical windswept way he always seemed to wear it in every interview and photo.

His gold eyes sparkled with mirth and I could see them clearly, unhindered by the yellow of his visor. his muscles which were typically hidden behind his baggy jacket and pants were on display now that he was wearing a grey shirt pulled tight over his arms and jeans.

he sat down in the empty seat at our table and Sora gave me a hard look, silently telling me to talk to him.

"Well, I'm getting another drink."

She bolted before I could stop her. fuck!

"So, you come here often?" I couldn't help the snort that left me then

"That's such a lame pickup line! Surly the great playboy Hawks has better than that."

"Ouch, beautiful! You don't have to wound my pride like that!"