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I’m in a lot of different fandoms soooooo I think I’ll write about them too later, like twilight, Haikyu, seven deadly sins, starwars, probably other things idk

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I am and always will be in love with a cocky hawks, like his personality is literally what makes me want to freak him

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Give Me A Chance (Hawks Fanfic) Pt. 1

Hi everyone! This is my first real post ever! Pls read it and let me know what you think. Hopefully, the next parts will be spicier fr. Also, in my head Hawks is tall, and I know mha is supposed to be set in like Japan, but girlie still has an English degree. ENJOY

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It’s another tiring and monotonous day at y/n’s barista job dealing with sticky syrups and impatient customers. Y/n works at a cute cafe in the heart of the city, and she is a hardworking barista who usually tries to make small talk with customers and be as polite as she can, but talking to people all day can be tiring. Today brought something different, more interesting than y/n’s everyday. 

During a slow part of her work day, y/n looked up from the counter when a customer entered ringing the shop bell. A tall-ish man with his hair tucked into a stupid looking-black fedora walked up to the counter with all too much confidence for simply walking into a coffee shop. As he approached the counter with a smirk, he called out in a cocky voice, “Nice hair, barista.”

Y/n could feel herself turning red as the man in black stood in front of her. Umm what the fuck? Is he talking to me? There’s no one else here. Is something wrong with my hair, thought y/n. Y/n usually can’t be bothered, but dressing up a little makes her feel lighter and helps her get through the day. She thought she looked cute today with her cat-eye, cute braid, and coffee earrings. Hot shame flooded through her as she felt the man’s insult. She shot the man with an accusing look as she checked her braid resting on her shoulder, and, sure enough, the curly ends were coated in white, whip cream. Y/n gasped and started to clean the cream off her hair, and when she looked up at the man again, she saw him glance at her hair, then back to her eyes, and he said, “So… how’d that happen?”

Y/n definitely let herself get a little too flustered (she is nervous around guys with hot voices), and she replied snarkily, “Well, your fedora looks stupid.”

A loud chuckle erupted from the man and after the small moment it took for him to recover, he asked, “Could I get an americano please?”

Y/n almost received whiplash by how quickly he changed topics. She honestly could have gone back and forth with this guy all day, but she was too flustered and felt like keeping her job, so she sucked it up and replied, “Of course, sir. Could I get a name for that order?” 

The man frowned and quietly answered, “K.”

“Thank you, sir,” Y/n replied as the man paid. Y/n walked away keeping her annoyance to herself.

While y/n was busy making his drink, the disappointed look lingered on the man's face as he waited for his drink to be made. After a while, y/n finished making the drink and called out, “Americano for K,” while staring down the man with the stupid fedora. She quickly walked away from the drink after she placed it down, trying to avoid another interaction with the man. Back at the register waiting for customers, she watched the man walk out of the shop with admittedly less cockiness than he entered with. Glad I knocked him down a peg, she thought with a smug look on her face. He was actually fun to talk to. And hot. 

Suddenly, with one foot out the door, K turned around and said, “You look really cute, y/n.” Then, the door shut behind him. Left with just the ringing of the bell, y/n’s face turned red again. How did he know my name? She tilted her head down and found her name tag pinned to her apron. K can’t be his real name.

***Flashforward a few weeks***

Y/n stood in front of the steps for a large, corporate-looking building. Today was her chance to start her career and get out of the cafe. Today was her interview with the writing team for a PR company for different hero agencies. Her interview was at noon, and she prepared all morning. She knew that this particular company, Heroes PR, worked with heroes like Endeavor, Mirko, Best Jeanist, and even Hawks! Being on this writer's team would mean that she would help with projects like creating storylines for comic books and movies surrounding the heroes but also write public statements given by hero agencies or general communications that need to be written up. Being on this writing team would be a dream career job. Y/n has been working towards this goal since college, and now that she has an English degree, she needs to start making her moves. Standing outside of the building, she built up her confidence to walk in. The writing team interviewing her had already seen a portfolio of her writing, and she knew that her writing would speak for itself. However, that did almost nothing to calm her nerves about the interview. Even if her writing was amazing, if she flops this interview or does not vibe with the team, there is a very good chance that she will not get the job. Writing positions like these, where the writers get to work with pro heroes, are highly competitive. She was ready though.

About 10 minutes before they were expecting her, she walked in through the front entrance and made her way to the interview room which they had emailed to her previously. Making her way up the elevator and through the building, Y/n repeated talking points in her head that she thought they might bring up. As she was about to open the conference room where the interview would happen, she heard a familiar voice for a split second as a gust of wind zoomed past her in the hallway. She turned her head to see what it was that practically flew past her, blowing her hair awry. Right as she lifted her hand to fix her hair, the door to the conference room opened right in front of her. 

“Miss L/N, are you ready for the interview?” a tall man in a plain suit asked, lacking any kindness or politeness. 

Already flustered, y/n quickly answered, “Of course, sir!!” She tried to enter the conference room, but the plain man who was supposedly on the writing team was blocking the entire doorway with his stocky body. 

“Actually miss, we’ve read your works and we think you are an amazing writer. However, we are looking for a more… assertive fit for the position,” said the man with a deep voice while blocking the doorway. His eyes roamed over her body, pausing too long on her breasts and hips. What a perv, she thought. 

“Wait, sir! Please at least hear me out, give me a chance to talk about what I can bring to this team! I promise you won’t regret it!” pleaded y/n, trying to preserve any ounce of dignity that she had left. 

“Sorry miss, maybe you can try with another—” Suddenly a second gust of wind hit her and the man in the doorway, and another man with a confident, playful manner and voice appeared next to her.

“Hey guys, I overheard some voices talking about a writing position here. As that job is directly related to my position, I figured that I could offer some of my own input today,” said the man who just flew over here— Wait, that’s not any man, thought Y/n. That’s Hawks. Like THE PRO HERO HAWKS. And there he was, standing in his full uniform; wings taking up a huge amount of the space in the hallway. Seeing as THEE Hawks was standing right next to her, y/n was definitely freaking out internally. He was tall, and his blonde hair was just as striking in person as it is on TV. Y/n is a Hawks fan for life, and that was another reason she wanted to work with heroes. 

The interviewer man started, “Sorry, but this decision is ours to—”

“Yeah, no. Sorry,” said hawks over the interviewer man. “But if you refuse me any further, I might just have to contact my team about this,” said Hawks in a playfully worried tone. Hawks positioned himself behind you and placed his hands on your shoulders lightly and moved you forward so that both you and hawks were walking towards the man in the doorway. He was literally pushing you into the room, and using the fact that he is Hawks to get the man blocking the door to back up. Each step Hawks walked you closer into the doorway and into the room, the man who was blocking the door backed up. Eventually, Hawks had moved both you and him into the conference room where the entire writing team was sitting. Now, Y/N, Hawks, and the formerly-blocking-the-door-man were all standing in front of the writing team that was supposed to be interviewing her. 

Looking around, she thought, Ugh, of course it’s a room full of men. Hawks, who didn’t stop talking to the interviewer man the whole time, continued by harshly declaring to the room, “Shame on all of you for not even giving this pretty writer a chance. You all are going to give her a proper interview right now, and I’m gonna stay here for all of it!”

Y/n was a mess of emotions at this moment. Hawks hands were still on Y/N’s shoulders as hawks stood a bit away from her while looking over her shoulder to scold the writing team. His hands on her shoulders, Hawks being that closer to her; yeah, safe to say she was pretty flustered. The entirety of the team was dumbstruck at Hawk berating them, and Hawks using the word “pretty” to describe her distracted her for one second. This is so embarrassing. I have to get out of here, she thought. Quickly, Y/N walked a few paces away from Hawks, faced the room with teary eyes and a red face, and said, “Thank you for the opportunity.” Then, she practically ran out of the room with her bag in hand. She headed straight to the elevator, and the wait for the doors to open felt like hours. When she finally stepped in and pressed the 1st floor button, Hawks flew down the hallway at almost a sonic speed, stopping in front of the elevator. Y/n was extremely embarrassed to see him again and started smashing the close door button. As he was standing there, she stumbled out the words, “I’m so sorry for causing a scene, Hawks sir.”

Right before the elevator door closed, he spoke, “Please don’t be sorry Y/N. You let me walk all over you in that coffee shop; don’t let them walk all over you. And call me Keigo.”

The elevator door closed, and y/n stood alone as the elevator descended. Realization hit y/n. Oh my fucking god. K from the coffee shop is Keigo. Without his wings and with his stupid hat, he didn’t look the same. Wow. Wait, what does this mean? Does it mean anything?

***Later that night***

That interview went so horribly. It’s been like 8 hours since then, and it’s still the only thing I can think about. Y/n sat down at her little desk that took her ages to assemble in her apartment. At her desk, she opened her computer and thought, May as well start job searching again, I bet I can line up another interview with another company. As she checked her email, there was an email from Hawks’s team sitting right there in her inbox. She fully stood up and walked around her room to calm down until she could sit back down and read the email.

The email read: “Greetings Y/N L/N! We are so excited to offer you a position at the Hawks Hero Agency! Your position will be to act as a writer and liaison between the PR Company and our agency. You will, unfortunately, still would have to work with the writing team of Heroes PR, but you would get to conduct your operations out of the Hawks Agency building instead of the Heroes PR building. We await your response! Tomorrow, you should receive an email with more specific information on this position. Cheers, Team Hawks.”

Damn, thought y/n. They really gave me a chance. I guess I don’t need to job search anymore.

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I'm gonna post my first lil fanfic on here soon! Please read it! Also enjoy this low-quality pic of Hawks! slay