Flying Free *Hawks x Reader*

Chapter 1

(A/N)
Author here!! Thanks for taking the time to read this lil piece of work I put together :D You will learn more about your quirk as the story goes, but I don't want to give out everything right away. also this fic is semi self indulged. I started writing it after a really bad depressive episode I went through (still sorta goin thru it lol) but hopefully that doesn't turn any of you readers away :)
These again are some warnings I wanted to mention before y'all start reading bc it is a lot and some subjects displayed here could possibly be triggering or are generally heavy things to talk about
those being: death, suicidal thoughts, derealization/depersonalization undertones, anxiety, depression. there might be a nod to self harm and suicidal thoughts, it's nothing extremely serious or dark, bc that's something I don't want to dwell too much on in this story.
I know the mention of death scares some people so I want to come clear and say that neither you or Hawks or any major characters die. if anyone dies it will be people that the reader has no genuine connection to
that's it guys i hope you all enjoy :D

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'Beep beep beep beep'

My eyes snapped open to the annoying sound of my alarm going off. I rolled around on my bed trying to find my phone so I could shut down the beeping.

I laid there for a few moments dreading work today. It's not that I hated my job, more of the fact that my boss was a complete bitch and most of my coworkers were crude, grown men in their mid 20's to 30's, some females, but since my career was so versatile, being photography, I moved around a lot, working with different companies here and there. Wherever I was wanted pretty much.

I groaned obnoxiously, making my way to the bathroom to brush my teeth and get myself ready for the day.

"Time to get dressed." One of the perks about being a photographer was the fact that I could dress however I wanted to for any average work day. Depending on the setting, sometimes I would have to dress more formally, but luckily today wasn't one of those days. I slipped into some black torn up skinny jeans and an old shirt from my favorite band, I finished my look with some fun socks that had ducks on them and a simple army green jacket.

I went to the bathroom once more to apply some light makeup, and then made my way to the kitchen.

I tended to not eat a whole lot in the mornings. I would usually just pack some fruit to bring with me to work, as well as my reusable water bottle.

I made myself a cup of tea and scrolled through my social media since I had a while before it was time to leave.

I advertised my photography on Instagram. I had around twelve thousand followers. This was how I acquired most of the jobs I got. I paid to promote my pictures and even had my own blog where I'd post the most popular pictures I had taken, then with those ads I created, businesses such as different news or magazine companies would email me to work for them or pay me for the use of my pictures.

I had worked for a few different magazines in the past where I would take photographs of pro hero's. That seemed to be what my work was anymore, I had done pictures for engagements and pregnancies, some other things as well, but mostly heroes. That was all people were interested in.

I sighed, slipping my sneakers onto my feet, grabbing my lanyard and backpack, I made my way to work. I was currently working at a news company, they wrote articles about which heroes were seen stopping certain crimes or villains, luckily I wasn't a reporter, I didn't have to write down what was going on during the fight. All I had to do was capture pictures of said heroes.

After punching in my time card, I headed to my advisor's office to get my assignments for the day.

"Good you're here," she said leaving no room for greetings today. "I need you on the lookout for Hawks."