Red Feather (Hawks x Reader)

Try not to kill me! Pervert!

I found it strange when the room got lighter. My body shifted over to shield myself from the light of the TV.

Wait.. . When did I fall asleep?

Sleepily, I grimaced and looked around. There were snacks littered across the table and all my lights were turned off except for the TV. I sat up and my blanket slid off of my figure.

That's weird. I don't remember grabbing a blanket.

Sitting up, I pulled my underwear up and untwist my tank top. I must have rolled around a lot for my clothes to be as skewed as they were. My back felt stiff so I stretched and let out a soft moan as I did so. When I rubbed my eyes and looked around I squeaked in horror. Quick as lightning, I tore the blanket from the floor and covered myself up.

"Hey beautiful. Want some dinner?"

Hawks was leering at me from behind the couch.

"Wh- what are you doing behind there? Perv!"

He chuckled, "I was walking around the couch to sit on the other end? I'm not a pervert, I gave you a blanket to keep you warm and cover you up. Not my fault you used it as a body pillow instead."

My face was burning. "How", I paused, "how much did you see?"

"You sleep on your stomach and you put the blanket under you. I'll let you guess."

With my face burning red, I spun around all the way so I could maneuver right and punched his shoulder. He rubbed it a bit. "Aww. Is (y/n) embarrassed?"

I sat back down and covered my face in mortification. "Can you at least grab my clothes if you're going to break in my house and watch me sleep half naked?"

He laughed, "No need to make it sound so creepy! I covered you up with a blanket and I was watching TV", as he was talking he sent a feather out. It came back speedily with a pair of shorts.

"Look away, creep", I said.

He turned with his back to me and spoke, "Won't do much, kid. Feathers."

I reached on the couch for a pillow and tossed it at him. It hit him upside the head and I put on the shorts.

"I guess I deserved that", he chuckled.

I was still red in the face and when I crossed my arms, I realized I didn't have a bra on. I looked around on the floor for it when I heard Hawks clear his throat. I looked over and he was twirling a bra on his fingers, back still turned. I stomped over to him and snatched it from his hand.

"Gimme this", I muttered, "No looking."

He hummed in agreement and I pulled my shirt over my head while spinning away from him. I clipped on my bra and put my shirt back on. After a small debate in my head, I put the jacket back in too.

"You can turn around now."

He turned around and smirked. "Hey (y/n), I have a proposition for you."

I eyed him suspiciously. "What?"

"Let's make a little bet, huh? We could play a game?"

I put my hands in the jacket pockets.

I'm surprised he hasn't given me shit about sleeping in his jacket yet.

"Okay. What's the game?"

He flashed a devilish grin and picked a small chicken shaped candy from his pockets. "If I can get this into your hand from the other side of the room, I win! But if I miss, you win. If you win I'll cook you dinner and I happen to be amazing at cooking."