the assistant | hawks x reader

part 14

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Hawks landed upon a concrete platform, still too far away from the giant crowds to notice. Aiming his hands down, he then withdrew the red feathers that stopped my heels from slipping off both of my feet. "I would like to inform you that we have officially arrived at our awaited destination!-"

"Shut up already, nobody wants to hear your blabber mouth." I laughed, patting and swiping down my velvet gown, already prepared to embrace the warm temperatures once more. I fixed Hawks' tie, the two of us standing close to each other as I touched up his undone features after the sky-ride. It was something normal between the two of us, after all, I was his assistant.

"Come on, man! You never let me have fun." he groaned, his chest shaking as he chuckled loudly in public. I rolled my eyes to the side, smirking as I gently slapped against his right cheek.

"And you never let me choose what takeout to order on Friday nights!" I hit his remark back. He was never one to behave or take anything seriously, so even at hero events, I was always the person shaping him up and disciplining him in the far corner.

"Chop chop! Let's go, birdie." I teased, calling him a nickname he hated. He always yelled at me for saying it, talking about how its offensive or whatnot. I mean, you are what you eat, and the man's diet consists of a lot of chicken.

"You're going to regret calling me that." he arched his eyebrows, a sharp glare in his eye as he followed after me. He cruised along the sidewalk, dressed in his fancy leather suit, all of the nearby women swooning. I linked my arm with his, my hand patting down against Hawks' bicep.

Laughing to myself as I watched their ecstatic smiles turn into curved frowns and jealous glares, together we passed by several storefronts, all of them displaying a variety of goods. From cheap manga to gashapons selling popular figures, the streets out here seemed to have everything one needed.

"I'm hungry." I whined, feeling mean tonight as I competed with other fangirls in silence. Hawks was still my idol, he always had been. Though if he saw my room from home, I bet he would abandon me right on the spot. I leaned my head against his broad shoulder, our entwined arms clasping on tighter. "And my feet hurt."

"Do you want me to carry you?" he asked out of kindness, not knowing my real intent to show off. I nodded my head, pouting my lips as my thoughts giggled to themselves. Hawks knelt forward, his back screaming piggy-ride. "Alrighty!"

So I hopped on, my legs draping and wrapping themselves around his lower abdomen. Sulking against his warm touch, I closed my eyes and left one of my hands hanging, dangling like chandeliers. Showing off my famous middle finger, I acted as if nothing surprising happened.

"Where's this restaurant anyways?" I groaned loudly, deep growls emitting from my stomach as I tried not to slip off the hero's back. "Cause all I see are manga stores and that big ass Godzilla statue."

Hurls of laughter erupted out of Hawks' throat, the tips of his blonde hair flying back against me. His broad wings made it hard to adjust myself, and after twitching his body with giggles, my position turned disgustingly uncomfortable. Sighing loudly, I closed my eyes as the slit in my dress spread upwards, almost exposing my entire leg.

The sounds of racing cars and advertising workers prevented me from falling asleep, but I guess that was a good thing. A rainbow of color tints shone over my sensitive eyelids, turning my blackened vision into something brighter. I felt out of place, especially when dressed like this.

"We're almost there, don't worry about it." he comforted, at least I had his warmth. More hunger growls howled out from my stomach, I could just about feel it shrinking as I began to cramp in pain. "What are you gonna order?" he asked.

"I don't even know the menu." I laughed at his stupidity, but then the imaginary aromas of savory dishes and cuisine began to infiltrate my nostrils. "But maybe a nice alfredo pasta."

"Or an herby minestrone soup! Do they have that?"

"Oh, oh! What about fish? Grilled salmon is yum."

"And can you imagine if they had black truffles?! Aaahh!"

Hawks nodded his head to every word that came out from my soft lips, but he was still listening. His soft chuckles made me blush, the red glow of my cheeks peeking after every streetlight. I tasted sour candy, my fingertips curling deeper into his leather suit. "That sounds delicious!" he agreed.

"But I'm more of a steak guy, y'know?" he continued on the conversation, my mouth nearly salivating at the thought of lavish steak. "Just imagine it-"

"The perfectly cut meat, from the most pampered cows in the country."

"So soft, yet so tender! Every juice carrying a million flavors, all which compliment each other, turning the dish into something spectacular."

"And the seasoning, man. The fucking seasoning on that steak!" Hawks rambled.

"Soo goood!" we said in sync, the corners of our lips dripping with warm drool. I patted down his back, my eyes fluttering open with one gust. Our bodies rocked together, our exchanged laughs crowding up the street even more.

"Anyways, looks like we're here!" he exclaimed, my chin peeking up as I focused my energy at the sign. It was one of those restaurants, the entrance decorated with tall marble pillars and tiered ceilings. The large parking lot was filled with luxury cars, like BMW and Mercedes.

I slid off his back, nearly tripping as I stumbled back onto the ground floor. There it was, the restaurant with all of the dreamy foods I had imagined prior. One could hear the chatter from outside, the loud jazz music and public business conversations.

The opening sign was illuminated with bright spotlights, the restaurant itself looked exclusive to pros. As I marched forward, the driving hunger in my empty stomach controlling me more than my brain, I got interrupted by a familiar sounding voice. "Hold on, wait a minute!"

Hawks fixed up his collar, adjusting it so that it fit perfectly in the middle. "I admit, earlier I was pretty down about something." he shrugged his tense shoulders off, now approaching closer towards me. "But I'm not upset anymore, because seeing your smile, hearing your laugh- "

"Oh man, that laugh of yours, it sounds like a witch, I swear!" he broke out, his waterline nearly swelling with salty tears. "Experiencing all of that? Yeah, it made me really happy."

"So thanks, (Y/N)." the hero smiled.

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AN; COULD YOU TELL I WAS HUNGRY WHEN I WROTE THIS AHAHAH

hawks and y/n are so cute together OMGGG

credit to: nikunikukun_ on Twitter
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