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Summary: You're still irritated with Hawks after his first day shenanigans (read Initiation for full background). You finally have the perfect opportunity to get him back, starting a full blown prank war.
Warnings: UA college AU, none really :)
Initiation Linked Here
The rest of the week at the agency had gone surprisingly well. Hawks was teaching you actual hero work, and today, he had even decided to take you along on his scheduled patrol. Maybe he had felt bad about the whole roof incident. Regardless, you had learned that Hawks was capable of acting like a normal mentor.
"Wanna ditch patrol and try out that new fried chicken place?" he asks nonchalantly.
Never mind.
He was capable of acting like a somewhat normal mentor. But he also hadn't pranked you again. That didn't mean you had forgotten.
"Ha ha," you roll your eyes.
"Lighten up, chickadee," he pats your shoulder, "It was just a joke. Only thirty more minutes 'til we're off duty anyway."
The nicknames. That had been the other trend of the week. Sure, he referred to you as Siren in professional settings. But otherwise? Chickadee. Troublemaker. Spitfire.
You didn't really mind it. If anything, you were relieved that you hadn't completely ruined things on the first day by going off on him.
You round the corner, now only two blocks from Hawks' agency. You feel a little guilty about the disappointment that starts to settle. There hadn't been a single villain encounter the entire patrol.
Then, almost as if he could read your mind, "Sorry that there wasn't too much action today."
"It's fine," you shrug.
And truly, it was. You had learned a lot just by spending time with him. He had walked you through his typical patrol route, asked about your classes at UA, and even talked through hypothetical scenarios and how you should respond. By the end of the day, you had been ready to leave the whole roof incident behind you.
Almost.
Until you spot the group of girls gathered outside the boba shop just across the street. You slow.
An opportunity like this was far too good to pass up. You glance briefly at Hawks, who is whistling to himself, completely oblivious. Perfect. He won't even have time to respond.
You stop walking. Hawks makes it two more steps before he notices.
Then, at the top of your lungs, "OH MY GOD, IS THAT PRO HERO HAWKS?!"
The group of girls immediately whips around, and Hawks' head snaps toward you, his face already etched with betrayal. You take several steps backward as the girls swarm him.
"Siren--"
"Sorry," you giggle, "Payback."
Water pools are your palms as you prepare to jet yourself back to the agency.
"Siren, wait--" Hawks pleads as the girls beg for a selfie, an autograph--anything.
"See you at the agency," you wiggle your fingers in a tiny wave. His shoulders visibly slump as he accepts his fate.
---
You can hardly contain your laughter as you walk back into the agency. The look on his face had been absolutely priceless. Mr. Sato glances up, his own eyes crinkling in amusement.
"Fun patrol?"
"You could say that," you manage.
"Where's Hawks?" Linda asks, popping her head out from behind her cubicle.
"He's...preoccupied right now."
As if on cue, the doors to the agency swing open, and Hawks storms inside. His hair is a mess, his jacket is crooked on his shoulders, and is that...lipstick on his cheek? Another fit of giggles escapes you.
"You," he points, walking over to you in two long strides.
"What happened?" Debbie asks, now standing beside Linda.
"Siren here thought it'd be funny to turn our patrol into a meet and greet," Hawks explains.
Mr. Sato fails miserably at disguising his laugh as a cough.
"You should have seen the look on your face," you're clutching your stomach now, "I think it might have made my entire week."
Hawks stares at you. You wait for the comeback. Nothing.
Then, slowly, a smirk tugs at the corner of his lips.
"Yeah," he shrugs, "You really got me good."
You blink.
That was all? You had expected him to be upset, or, at the very least, have some kind of snarky comment ready for you. Instead, he calmly adjusts his jacket. Then, he steps closer.
He leans down beside you, his voice dropping low enough that only you can hear.
"Well played, chickadee," he murmurs, "Let's see if you can finish what you start."
Your smile falters.
And with that, he walks past you, whistling his tune from earlier as he disappears into his office. The door clicks behind him, and you swallow the lump that had formed in your throat. What had you just gotten yourself into?
The urge to start writing a new fanfiction when I haven't even finished writing the one I'm currently publishing and it seems like it could be too much...oh well, idc
Summary: You and Hawks return to your Alma Mater to offer support at the UA School Festival. This year, you also bring your three year old son along for the experience.
Warnings: UA college AU (just several years down the line)
In some ways, UA had changed a lot over the years. In other ways, it was just as you had remembered it. Dozens of food trucks line the sidewalks, and groups of anxious students have already begun setting up their booths.
"Y/N!"
If the voice hadn't given it away already, the puff of green hair certainly would have. Izuku Midorya is jogging toward you, a clipboard in hand and his glasses threatening to fall off the bridge of his nose.
"I didn't realize you two were coming," he says brightly.
"It was kind of a...," you glance over to where Keigo has your son, Silas, perched on his shoulders, "...last minute decision."
Really, it was that you and Keigo hadn't been entirely confident that you would be able to wrangle a three-year-old in public. Especially a three-year-old with wings.
Izuku's expression softens.
"I can imagine you two are pretty busy these days," he laughs, "Well, I have to help my class get ready for their performance. I'll catch up with you later!"
You smile to yourself.
You can almost picture it: Izuku sketching out painstakingly detailed formations, making sure each one of his students got their moment to shine. He had probably been stressing about this for weeks. You'd have to remember to ask Ochaco about it later.
"Fried chicken!" a small voice chirps beside you, pulling you from your thoughts.
"Not yet, buddy."
Silas' little wings flutter harder and harder as Keigo desperately tries to keep hold of him. Eventually, his grip slips, and Silas happily flutters over to you, landing in your arms.
"Mama, can we get fried chicken?" he pouts.
You can't help the laugh that escapes you. From the wings to the facial expressions, he was so much like Keigo sometimes that it was almost frightening.
"Sure, baby," you brush a strand of hair out of his face, "But let's wait for your dad, okay?"
"Yay!"
Keigo finally catches up to you, and you take his hand in your own as the three of you head toward the nearest food truck. Before you reach it, you feel a tap on your shoulder.
"Siren! Hawks! What a surprise!"
You turn to find a reporter smiling brightly.
"Do you have time for a quick interview?"
You glance down at Silas, then to Keigo. Keigo just shrugs. Traitor.
"...Sure."
The reporter beams.
"It's such a wonderful surprise to see you two here today. Siren, what's it like being back at your old stomping grounds?"
"It's strange for sure," you laugh, "But in some ways, its exactly how I remember it. The students work so hard for this, so we're excited to have the chance to come back and support them!"
"I can only imagine," the reporter continues, "And Hawks--congratulations on your promotion. HPSC President. What's one piece of advice you have for any students who may be watching?"
"Always steal your intern's snacks."
You have to mask your laugh with a cough.
"...Excuse me?"
"I'm just messing with you," Keigo pats the reporter on the shoulder, immediately turning her face bright red, "Although, it happened to work out pretty well for me. Wouldn't have ended up with these two in my life if I hadn't."
He slips his arm around your shoulder, earning a collective aww from the crowd that had begun to gather. You can't believe he actually said that on live television. That being said, he was the president of the HPSC now. It wasn't like there was anyone around to reprimand him.
"I didn't realize you two were such troublemakers back in the day!"
The reporter crouches down slightly.
"And you must be Silas. You know, your wings look just like your dad's. Are you going to be a hero someday, too?"
"Fried chicken!" Silas declares into the microphone. You and Keigo both chuckle at this.
"I guess it is lunchtime," the reporter smiles, "Just one last question for you, Silas. Who's your favorite hero?"
Silas scrunches his face up, deep in contemplation. Then, without any hesitation:
"Eraserhead!"
You blink. Keigo blinks. Even the reporter is rendered speechless.
"Well," the reporter laughs, "I guess there you have it, folks."
The interview wraps up, and the reporter thanks you both for your time. You glance at Keigo, who is now actively pouting.
"You I could maybe understand, but Eraser?" he grumbles, "What's a guy gotta do around here?"
"Aww, c'mon grumpy," you tease, slipping your arm around his waist. Silas wriggles free from your arms and flies off ahead toward the fried chicken truck.
---LATER THAT EVENING---
The School Festival had been a blast. You had gotten to reconnect with old classmates, wander around campus, and you even had a front row seat for the Izuku's class' performance. Silas was now sleeping comfortably in your arms, soft snores escaping every few seconds.
You and Keigo were almost to the front gates when you spot him.
"Mr. Aizawa!" you call, waving to catch his attention.
He doesn't turn around immediately, instead letting out a resigned sigh before finally looking over his shoulder.
"Hello, Y/N," he greets, then his eyes shift toward Keigo, "Hawks."
Keigo hardly acknowledges him, his arms crossed tightly over his chest. Aizawa looks between the two of you.
"Why is your husband pouting," Aizawa asks flatly, causing Keigo to let out a dramatic sigh.
"Oh," you giggle, "He's just upset because Silas has decided you're his favorite hero."
Aizawa blinks.
"Me? Why."
"We were just as shocked as you were," Keigo mutters.
Aizawa's gazes drifts to the sleeping boy in your arms, and his expression softens, "He's gotten big."
"He has," you gently adjust Silas against your shoulder.
As if on cue, Silas starts to stir in your arms. One sleepy eye cracks open, and he spots Aizawa standing in front of you.
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genuine writers getting wrongly accused of using ai because of witch hunt and proper grammar/structure in their works must be what being a woman in the 1600s who is wrongly accused of being a witch because she can read and is intelligent feels like
If you have been following my story 13 Years, chapter 16 is officially up! I apologize for the delay. I had to get my wisdom teeth out but we are back!
After the fall of Wall Maria, your entire world is turned upside down. Along with childhood friends Eren, Mikasa, and Armin, you decide to e
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Summary: It's your first day at Hawks' agency, and you're both nervous and excited. Nothing could have prepared you for what Hawks has planned.
Warnings: UA college AU, Hawks is annoying. Honestly, reader is turning into more of an OC but I hope you enjoy nonetheless :)
5:00 a.m.
That's when you had set your alarm the night before, but the following morning had come far too quickly. Not that you had gotten much sleep in the first place. After all, it was your first day at your work study with Hawks.
You could hardly believe that you were even saying that. When Mr. Aizawa had instructed everyone to apply for work study positions, you had cast a broad net. You had figured you would end up working with someone like Midnight. Your Quirks were similar, after all. She could help you hone the power of your Siren voice.
Or maybe someone like Gang Orca. There were worse ways to spend your work study than patrolling oceans and beaches.
It was a tragedy that Water Hose weren't still around. You had always looked up to them growing up--it would have been a perfect fit.
But what you couldn't shake was a faint pull, so subtle that you could have brushed it off if you really wanted to.
Hawks.
It was ridiculous, really. Sure, you had won the Sports Festival. But that had been so early on. And besides, he was the #2 Hero. Not to mention that everyone and their mother had applied for a position at his agency. Your Quirk couldn't have been more different from his.
Yet, you admired him the most, ever since his debut. It wouldn't hurt to try, right?
When Mr. Aizawa had posted work study assignments, you were certain that you had blacked out. Hawks--right next to your name, printed in bold.
It definitely had to be a mistake. But after asking Mr. Aizawa three separate times, it finally settled that yes, you had been chosen for a work study position at Hawks' agency. You and Tokoyami.
That's why everything had to go perfectly. You had set your alarm three hours early. That gave you plenty of time to do your hair and makeup, find the perfect outfit, and triple check that you had everything you needed for the day.
Workout clothes. Notebooks. Pens. Snacks. You didn't want to show up unprepared, which meant you had practically an entire store in your backpack.
But this was Hawks. The #2 Hero. There was no such thing as over-prepared. You wanted to impress him, and more than anything, you didn't want him to regret choosing you.
---
Which is how you find yourself standing outside of his agency twenty minutes early.
You couldn't go in yet--that would seem far too eager. But showing up late on your first day? Absolutely not. So, you pace. Thankfully, Tokoyami arrives shortly after you.
Fifteen minutes early wasn't so bad, right? It was punctual, responsible, and you had no issue waiting in the lobby.
"Good morning."
An older man is seated at the front desk, a warm smile on his face.
"Good morning," you offer a small smile, while Tokoyami simply nods.
"You must be our new interns," the man continues, "My name is Mr. Sato. I'm Hawks' secretary. He should be here soon, but feel free to grab a snack or drink if you'd like."
"Teaching the important things already, that's what I like to hear!"
As if on cue, Hawks enters the room.
You swear your heart stops for a moment. Sure, you had seen Hawks on TV, but seeing him in person was entirely different. You have to try extremely hard to remind yourself how to exist.
"You must be the newbies," he flashes a grin, "And I see you've met Mr. Sato already. Keeps the place running. I'm Hawks--nice to meet ya."
As if he needed an introduction.
You and Tokoyami both introduce yourselves.
"Good morning, sir," you say politely.
Hawks clutches his chest in mock offense.
"Sir?" he repeats, "Dang, I must really be getting old."
Your face flushes immediately, "Sorry."
"I'm just messing with ya," he reaches out to ruffle your hair, "But seriously, no need for that formal nonsense they teach you at UA. C'mon, I'll give you the grand tour!"
You and Tokoyami glance at each other, and out of the corner of your eye, you see Mr. Sato suppressing a smile. Hawks has already darted ahead, and in that moment you realize you chose the wrong day to wear heels.
---
"Here's where all the offices are," he gestures around the second floor, "And that corner over there is where we store all the paperwork. My advice? Avoid it at all costs."
"Hey!"
A woman pops her head out from a cubicle.
"And after everything we do around here--"
"No appreciation, this one."
Two women join her, arms crossed .
"Of course I don't mean you ladies," Hawks smiles, "This is Janet, Linda and Debbie. The Paper Angels. Would probably die of boredom if it wasn't for them. Ladies, these are our new interns."
The women flash you a smile, waving and welcoming you to the agency.
---
You continue the tour, making your way up to the third floor. Hawks turns a corner, and you enter a small cafeteria.
"I know Mr. Sato already showed you the snacks downstairs," Hawks states, "But this is where we keep the good stuff. Although the vending machine with the spicy chips has been broken for the past week. Probably should fix that…"
You glance again at Tokoyami. You knew Hawks was unconventional, but it was nearly noon and all you had learned was where to find food and how to avoid doing paperwork.
"Well, any questions so far?" Hawks turns around.
Silence.
"Why are you both looking at me like that? I don't think there's anything I've forgotten so far," Hawks frowns.
"Sir, we--" Tokoyami starts.
"No, you're right!" Hawks snaps his fingers, "I totally forgot."
He darts off ahead again, glancing over his shoulder once to make sure you were following.
"This," he gestures behind him, "Is the most important part of the agency."
You're sure you're missing something.
Bean bags. Pillows. Blankets.
"I was told to call this the 'Wellness Corner'. Professionalism and all that," Hawks waves a hand, "But really, it's for naps. Just make sure you sneak off when nobody is looking."
"Okay, now we've covered everything," he beams, "Can't believe I almost forgot that."
You truly aren't sure how to respond.
"Um…Sir--Hawks," you correct yourself, "Are there things we can help you with that may be more...hero-related?"
He thinks for a second.
"Suppose that is why you both are here," he laughs, "Let's go up the roof."
---
The view was incredible. You can see the entire city: your favorite restaurants, the traffic of lunch rush, and the many, many pedestrians.
"There is something I wanted to teach you both," Hawks starts, "Something I had to learn very early on. Do you see that mountain way out there?"
One second, you're following his gaze. The next, you're plummeting to the ground.
Your stomach drops, and before you can fully register what's happening, you summon a wave to catch your fall. You land safely on the ground, and you see Tokoyami hovering nearby, Dark Shadow swirling behind him.
You look up to see Hawks flying just above you, clutching his chest and laughing.
What the hell? You see red.
"HAWKS," you yell, "DID YOU SERIOUSLY JUST PUSH US?"
"You should have seen your expressions," he cackles, "Priceless."
Oh. Absolutely not.
You launch yourself back up to the roof with a jet of water.
"ARE YOU KIDDING ME?" you shout, all professionalism gone, "YOU COULD HAVE KILLED US!"
"Relax," he wipes a tear away, "It was just a prank. Could have easily caught you if I thought you needed it. I had it completely under control!"
You summon water to your finger tips.
"ASSHOLE," you fire dart after dart at him, "IT'S OUR FIRST DAY!"
"Hey!" he laughs as he dodges each of your attacks, "No need for violence!"
"STOP DODGING!" you chase him across the rooftop as he hovers just out of your range.
Around and around, he laughs as you chase him, firing dart after dart. Finally, one hits him square in the wings.
"Fine, fine," he breathes, "I surrender, I surrender!"
He lands in front of you. You send one more dart at him for good measure, and it hits him square in the forehead. He chuckles, wiping the water off his face, his wings fluttering in amusement.
---
You storm toward the stairwell, still fuming.
"Hey, where are you going?" he calls, trailing closely behind.
"Home."
"C'mon, don't be like that!"
You shove the door open, letting it slam behind you as you start down the steps. You don't care that he's the #2 Hero.
"I almost died," you snap.
"I had it completely under control," he insists.
"Oh really? Because from my perspective, I was two seconds away from splatting on the pavement."
"But you didn't" he corrects, "Great instincts--see? I'm a fantastic teacher."
You stop abruptly, and Hawks nearly runs into you.
"You pushed me off a roof," you shoot back.
"It was just a prank!"
You stare at him.
"…You're unbelievable."
Behind you, the door to the stairwell creaks opens again. In walks Tokoyami, Dark Shadow peeking out from behind him.
"I did not say it was appropriate," Tokoyami corrects.
You scoff and continue down the stairs.
"I'm leaving."
"You can't leave on your first day!"
"Watch me."
---
You push through the door back into the agency. Everyone looks up at once--Mr. Sato. Janet. Linda. Debbie.
You stand there: hair damp, entire outfit soaked, and shoes nowhere in sight. Hawks follows closely behind, equally damp and wings fluttering behind him. Tokoyami enters last, composed but visibly uncomfortable.
"He pushed us off the roof," you announce.
Mr. Sato raises an eyebrow.
"I caught them."
You turn to face him, "You did not catch us."
"But I would have."
"That isn't the same thing."
"Details," he waves a hand.
"You're unbelievable."
"You said that already."
You huff in frustration.
Mr. Sato adjusts his glasses, pressing his lips together to suppress a laugh. The Paper Angels exchange knowing glances.
"This is not what I had anticipated for the first day," Tokoyami mutters.
"Thank you," you gesture toward him, "See? At least someone is reasonable."
You turn back to Hawks.
"I'm serious," you cross your arms, "If this is how things are going to be, I'm leaving."
"Alright, alright," he says, lifting his hands in surrender, "I'll tone it down."
Your eyes narrow.
"You better."
"…Maybe."
You take a step toward him, water forming at your fingertips once again.
"Okay, okay! I promise!"
You bring your hand back down to your side, turning sharply and walking back toward the offices.
"I'm not done being mad," you mutter.
"Wouldn't expect you to be."
"You're insufferable."
"And yet, you're still here," another grin.
You glare at him over your shoulder before dropping into the chair at the the cubicle that was clearly designated with your Hero name: Siren.
More shared glances between Mr. Sato and the Paper Angels. You had walked in that morning so timid, so polite, so eager to impress.
That wasn't what was happening now. You weren't intimidated, and you certainly weren't going to let Hawks get away with anything--#2 Hero or not.
They had all known Hawks for a long time at this point, and they knew one thing to be true: you were exactly what his agency needed.
Summary: You, Hawks, and Tokoyami are on a stake out mission, but before too long, you're bored out of your mind. You're stationed on top of three separate buildings, with only walkie talkies to communicate. So naturally, you find creative ways to pass the time.
Warnings: UA College AU, really no trigger warnings, just silliness
Word Count: 582
It had been two hours.
Two whole hours that you had been staked out on top of this building, waiting for something to happen. Not to mention that you, Hawks, and Tokoyami were all stationed on separate buildings, so you had absolutely nobody to talk to. Unless you wanted to use the crunchy, half-broken walkie talkie that you had been given.
Groaning, you slump back against the ledge. It was nearly noon, and the sun was only getting hotter overhead. What was taking so long? You supposed that villains still lived normal lives, it wasn't like they just wandered around trying to get caught. But you had expected at least something to happen by now. Especially when this mission was assigned to a hero as high profile as Hawks.
You reach your hand over the side of the building, summoning small drops of water to your fingertips.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
One by one they plummet to the ground, until eventually, a droplet hits an unsuspecting passerby square in the forehead.
"...Sorry," You whisper as you stifle a giggle, quickly ducking your head down. But the amusement fades quickly, replaced by boredom once again.
You pull the walkie talkie out, pressing the button.
"Pigeon daddy, do you read?" you start, mustering up the most serious tone you could manage, "I repeat, pigeon daddy, do you read? Over."
Static crackles on the other end.
Then...
"...Is that supposed to be me?" Hawks asks, the smile evident in his voice.
"Pigeon daddy, do you read? Over," you release the button once again.
"Loud and clear...Guppy," Hawks responds, "Loud and clear. Go ahead."
Oh, he was just as bored as you were.
You snicker at the nickname.
"The mission has been compromised. Currently in grave danger from dying of boredom. Over."
"...Are you two finished?" Tokoyami interjects, the irritation brewing.
"Good to hear from you...Emo Falcon. Over," you release the button.
"...Do not call me that."
"Noted. Will continue calling you that. Over," you respond.
"It does suit you, Emo Falcon," Hawks adds.
Tokoyami exhales, "If you two are done now, the villain has exited the store."
Shoot.
You push to your feet immediately, summoning a jet of water as you launch yourself off of the building. To your right, you see Hawks shoot into the air, his wings opening behind him.
To your left, Tokoyami soars across the sky, Dark Shadow swirling behind him. Just as the three of you had planned, you block off all possible escape routes for the villain. Within minutes, he's captured.
Hawks spends a few minutes talking to the police, while you and Tokoyami wait off to the side.
"Nice work, team" Hawks grins as he approaches, pulling out his walkie talkie, "I guess these really did come in handy."
Wordlessly, Tokoyami takes both you and Hawks' walkie talkies.
"Hey--" you protest.
"They will be returned when the two of you can use them responsibly," Tokoyami says calmly.
"Come onnn, Emo Falcon. Don't be like that," Hawks slings his arm around his shoulder.
"...Remove your arm."
"It was a bit funny..." Dark Shadow whispers.
Tokoyami rolls his eyes, walking ahead. But, he's unable to hide the tug at the corner of his lips, as gone as quickly as it arose. You catch it, and so does Hawks.
"Worth it," you mouth to Hawks. And although subtle, you don't miss the slight flutter of his wings in response.
Summary: Hawks interrupts your after hours training session and helps build your confidence as a hero.
Warnings: fluff
Word Count: 782
Hawks had hand-picked you to intern for his hero agency.
You knew that, yet there was still a small part of you that couldn't shake the thought that you were out of your league. After all, everyone that worked for his agency was incredible: the Quirks, the thought put into missions, hell--even the way documents were filed. It really was no surprise that he was the #2 Hero in Japan.
You had been giving it your best since you had started: showing up early, staying late, and volunteering to go on any missions he would take you along for.
You still remembered the day that work study placements had been announced. When you heard that you would be working at Hawks' agency, you thought it had been a mistake. Sure, you had applied, but so did everyone else in your class. You hadn't expected that you would actually be chosen. But after confirming with Mr. Aizawa at least three times, it finally settled in that yes, Hawks had chosen you.
Your Quirk was nothing like his. He was wings, speed, precise attacks. You were water--a slow, deliberate control. You were a Siren.
Nothing about the pairing made sense. But, Hawks had a way of making people feel special, of seeing the potential in someone before they ever saw it in themself. It seemed inevitable that you would develop a crush on him.
You wanted to be a great hero, and more than anything, you didn't want to let Hawks down.
Which is how you found yourself alone in his gym, long after the rest of the agency had gone home. Nobody to watch you, and nobody to notice if you struggled. That was how you preferred it.
You had no idea where to start. Sure, you had lifted weights before. But only during the brief conditioning in the first few weeks of orientation. After that, much of the focus had been centered around Quirk control. And brute strength certainly wasn't your strong suit.
You scan over the gym, ultimately making your way over to the Smith machine.
Surely you could squat the bar, right? Besides, it was connected to the machine. It isn't like you would drop it. And everyone needed to start somewhere.
You step up to the bar, shifting back and forth. Then, you grab the bar. It really wasn't that heavy. You were sure you looked silly, but you focused on squatting into your heels, taking a moment to pause at the bottom before lifting back up.
How many repetitions were you even supposed to do? You decided you would start with five.
After your last repetition, you gently place the bar back onto the rack. That's when you hear clapping behind you.
You nearly jump out of your skin. Whipping around, your eyes land on him.
"Not bad, chickadee," it was Hawks.
"Oh--I was just--," you stumble over your words, "I was just finishing up."
He ignores you, making his way over to the machine. Without a word, he starts adding weight to each side of the bar.
Your stomach drops.
"What are you doing?"
"Oh, this isn't for me," Hawks says lightly, "You're going to do it, chickadee."
"Me?" you blink, "What do you mean? That's way heavier than the bar--I can't lift that."
"Sure you can," he shrugs, "Besides, I'll be here the whole time. Good mentor and all that."
You stare at him for a moment, waiting for him to change his mind, to laugh it off as one of his jokes. He doesn't. Sighing, you step back underneath the bar.
You position it on your shoulders, stepping back carefully.
"Spread your feet a little wider," Hawks says, stepping behind you, "Yeah, there you go."
You freeze slightly, suddenly hyperaware of your surroundings. Of the way that his hands hover just over your hips.
"Don't worry, I'll spot you the whole time."
You feel your face heat up slightly, and you're suddenly very grateful that you weren't facing him.
You lower into the squat. The weight was definitely heavier, but not impossible.
"One more," Hawks says quietly after your fourth rep.
You push through it, legs shaking ever so slightly.
"Okay, rack it."
You set the bar down, exhaling as the weight comes off of your shoulders.
"Atta girl!" Hawks grins, "See, knew you had it in you."
"Yeah, yeah..." you say awkwardly, rolling your eyes as you catch your breath.
He laughs, reaching out a hand to ruffle your hair. Your cheeks flush immediately.
"I'm proud of you," he grins, "Next time you won't need me at all!"
And for the first time since you started, you finally feel like you can do this.
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It has been a hot second but Chapter 6 is officially up! Definitely have not been writing as many one shots because I have been working on my longer fic. But I do want to get back to writing one shots too!
After the fall of Wall Maria, your entire world is turned upside down. Along with childhood friends Eren, Mikasa, and Armin, you decide to e
Hi friends! I am in the process of writing a Bertholdt x reader fanfiction because I feel like there are so few fics about him and I just really want to do his character justice 🥲
Updates are somewhat sporadic because I work crazy hours, but a lot of the story is written and I am just filling in the gaps. If you want to read, I have published the first 5 chapters on Wattpad 🤍
After the fall of Wall Maria, your entire world is turned upside down. Along with childhood friends Eren, Mikasa, and Armin, you decide to e
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