#no i'm not! i'm macho! no ur pretty im sorry accept it

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pretty boy

in which your compliments always seem to leave hawk a bashful, blushing mess

short and messy hawk post because i am so in love with him constantly, will probably write a better version of this concept some time...

gn!reader x hawk moskovitz

word count; 500

warnings; none

eli had never been good at receiving compliments. you can remember a drunken night, before you two were dating, when your thumb ghosted over his lip. he had been staring down at you with the most nervous, entranced eyes you had ever seen. like a deer caught in headlights that fell in love with driver. you had been lying in his lap as he stared down at you, muttering silent conversation.

"you're pretty" you whispered, eyes locked in on his scar. you could feel him heat up, despite the fact your thumb barely grazed his skin. your eyes fluttered up to meet his and you watched him visibly gulp. "thank you" he said. you could tell by his tone that he was telling himself you were lying. make fun of him. so drunk you couldn't see the scar.

"your scar is pretty. it's you. it's eli. i don't understand why people don't like it" you admitted, furrowing your eyebrows. somehow, he turned redder. you were about to comment on it, make a joke to ease the tension. maybe finally lean up and kiss those lips you thought were so perfect.

but then had you shot up, hunched over, and thrown up.

even with his red mohawk, you could still find the pinpoint of his defense. all it took was your sweet, loving words and adoring gaze and he was eli again. bashful and anxious as butterflies fluttered their wings so hard he could feel them battering against his ribs.

and it was there you sat, at a party. though you weren't drunk this time, you still couldn't help but drown him in sweet words. you held his hand out in front of you, using your calloused fingertips to trace every feature of them. "you're so perfect" you told him. he blushed and looked away, trying to regain composure. "hawk" you said. "i love you"

he was pink. "i love you too, babe"

when he finally turned back around, you lifted a thumb to stroke his scar. you watched as his eyes went wide and flooded with shame. everything always showed in his eyes. "i love you" you repeated, like an affirmation. you needed him to know. you felt his growing smile underneath your thumb. "and i still think your lip is pretty. and you, i guess" you teased.

"shut up" he mumbled, blushing. he could feel the butterflies in his stomach, and his chest, you made so many explode from him that he could even feel them in his arms and his bouncing leg. but then he looked at you with that tilted gaze, and he was so focused on every feature on your face and your perfect lips that he could almost ignore their hammoring.

"your hair is perfect too. i like it down, though. i like being able to run my fingers thro-"

he cut you off with a kiss. both because he was so desperately craving the perfect taste of how your lips molded against his, and because he didn't want friends to be able to notice how flushed your compliments made him.

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