☆Hot Wings☆ Hawks X Reader Oneshot

-ℍ𝕠𝕥 𝕎𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤-

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Ok so this is a sonfic oneshot so play the music above when the time is right :)
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"When you said to come over for Netflix and Chill, this is not what I imagined" You commented, watching as Hawks excitedly snuggled up agienst you as the movie started.

"Not that im complaining" you add on with a giggle as Hawks looked up at you with a sad pout at your words.

"You shouldn't, be honored you get to watch such a masterpiece with me" he mumbled in your shoulder, pulling the bowl of popcorn closer towards you, "Want some?".

"Yeah, thanks" you spoke, reaching to grab a handful of the buttered snack and popping them in your mouth, Hawks following in suite as the movie rolled on.

"You know what?" You spoke halfway through the movie, "What, baby bird?" Hawks asked not moving his eyes from the screen in front of you.

You internally awed at the sight of him, he reminded you of a little kid who was watching their favorite movie, he was completely captured by it.

"That little yellow bird with the soda cap on reminds me of you" You smile. Hawks blinked finally looking away from the screen to stare at you with surprise in his eyes.

"Really? What makes you think that?" he laughed. "I don't really know, your both birds, he's fun like you, and you both have a similar charm...I don't know how to describe it" you confirm, glancing back at the screen to see the yellow bird again, the scene showing some sort of party of birds.

"Yeah, I guess I do have that charm? Musical charm, huh kid?" He winks, nudging your arm lightly.
"Don't get cocky Hawks, I wouldn't say your musically charming, I've never herd you sing" you speak.

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The sounds of drums filled the room as the scene from the movie played. Instantly, Hawks eyes lit up, sitting up from leaning on you and smiling brightly.

"Well, (Y/n), how about I show you my musical charm, I know this song like the back of my hand".

"Wait what?" you asked as he fully stood up, grabbing an empty beer bottle from the coffee table in front of you and holding it to his lips like a microphone.

The glow from the tv illuminated his standing form, the colorful lights and vibrant music that filled the room made your eyes widen in surprise.

Hawks signature smirk made a way to his face as he watched your eyes light up.

And suddenly, the song started.

"I wanna party"

You felt your heart stop as Hawks sang into the bottle, his hips swaying to the tempo of the song.

"I wanna samba"

"I wanna party"

"I wanna samba"

"I wanna party, and live my life"

"Common, kid" he spoke, grabbing your hand in his, "Join me".