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Can Hawks get jealous of a plushie of himself????? I do not need a whole fic, short answer is more than enough for me ily.
*snort* We’re just turning Hawks into a complete dumbass, aren’t we?
You can’t believe you managed to get your hands on the limited edition Hawks plush. You’re gonna cherish it forever and ever.
And then Hawks walks in while you’re hugging the stuffed version of him.
“Who is this?” Oh god he sounds mad. You were afraid that his bird brain would take this the wrong way.
“Keigo sweetie, I can expl-”
“Please, sweetheart. I’m sure he’s a grown man that can speak for himself.” He snatches the plushie out of your hands and grips its arms tightly. “What are you doing with my girl?”
The plushie keeps smiling as smugly as his living counterpart.
Hawks’s eye twitches. “What’s with that look? You’ve been banging her, haven’t you? Thought I wouldn’t find out?” He ends the sentence with a punch, sending the toy flying.
“Hawks stop! What the fuck?!” Your shouts are ignored as he dives after the plushie before it could somehow get back up.
The fight is brutal and you can only take cover as glass shatters, chairs fly, and Hawks gets a black eye. Only when the noise subsides do you finally step back out to see the horrific scene before you, your precious plushie torn apart before its life even began.
Hawks is still panting as he smiles at you, bits of stuffing decorating his body. “You won’t tell anyone about this, right, baby? Stay right there. I’m gonna get some gloves and a shovel.”
He steps over the mess and towards the door...before noticing the full length mirror on the wall.
Hawks takes a long look at his reflection, fists clenching so hard that his palms might begin to bleed.
“Who. The Fuck. Is This?”