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LOGAN HOWLETT - 'HELL'

A/N: And here I am, still writing and I am here for it. I am actually trying a lot here.

Pairing: Logan Howlett x mutant female reader

Warning: mentions of blood and torture

Summary: Y/N shares how she escaped 'hell'.

Please, do not read if you are under 18. This story includes mentions of abuse.

Words: 4300+

Important note: Again, Logan is a tall MF, because they fucked up in the movies. Also, Hugh Jackman!Wolverine.

A TOUCH OF HOPE MASTERLIST | Chapter One

LOGAN HOWLETT - 'HELL'

Y/N was lying on the grass, enjoying the warm sunlight rays. Her right hand was in the air as she tried to make the force come out in a ball-shaped form. She finally made some progress.

Charles helped her train in his office. He aimed to teach her to make a protective shield around another person. Two weeks in, she made some progress. But the goal was still far away. On the other hand, she did learn something new.

The ball-shaped forcefields were bewitching. Y/N could admire her power up close. It was a thin blue layer of radiant energy with a hint of silver sparkles. Beautiful. She hoped to get better and become useful. Now, she had the chance after all those years. It brought tears to her eyes for many reasons.

If only I could get you out.

The nightmares appeared every night. They changed, playing twisted games in her sleep. It was hard to close her eyes. Her past, her present, it all got mixed. They were suffocating her. And his face kept coming back to her.

“How’s it going with her training?” Hank asked the Professor. He was standing at the window, watching Y/N in the distance from the office.

Some of the teachers, the X-Men, were present, discussing the newest addition. The last one who entered the conversation was Logan, smoking his cigar. One look from the Professor, and he extinguished it against his palm. He gritted his teeth when he felt the burning sensation on his palm.

“She’s making progress,” said Charles with a smile. “We still have a lot of work to do.”

Storm walked to a window, watching the kids enjoy the sunny afternoon outside. And there, far away, she noticed Y/N practising her little forcefields. “Her ability is convenient, powerful. She would be great on missions.”

“That is the plan. I want Y/N to be able to protect other people, too. She can create the forcefield around herself and in smaller forms. It might take us more time before she reaches her goal,” said Charles.

“I don’t like her,” Scott confessed to them. “There’s something off about her.” Everyone’s eyes were on him.

“What, that she doesn’t want to let anyone in because she doesn’t trust easily?” Storm glared at her friend.

“She’s not telling us something.”

“Would you tell your life story to a group of strangers you know for two weeks?” Kitty added. “If there is something off about her, the Professor would tell us.”

Charles sighed and turned to his friends. “There is something I need you all to know.”

“He, there it is,” Scott grinned.

That single sentence got everyone’s attention. Charles wheeled into the middle of the room, eyes looking at every person present. Logan frowned. Storm was intrigued, and others kept their faces neutral.

“Years ago, when I had been searching for more mutants, I managed to find Y/N. At that time, she was a teen who happened to discover her mutation. The plan was to bring her here. I wanted to send Hank to get her.”

“Why didn’t you?” Logan asked.

The Professor sighed. “She kept slipping off.”

“What do you mean?” Jean asked, confused.

“When I wanted to find her location, she was nowhere to be found. Not as a mutant or a human,” Charles explained. “I thought she died. And then, months later, I stumbled upon her again. As I tried to reach her, she slipped again.”

“Oh, right,” Hank said. “I remember you thought there was something wrong with Cerebro.”

“The Cerebro was fine. Until this day, I have no idea how it kept happening.”

“So, she’s a telepath?” Bobby asked.

Charles shook his head. “There was a time when I believed she was. It would make perfect sense. Only strong telepaths can shut their minds. That would explain why I couldn’t reach her.”

“So, when you saw her the first time since Logan brought her, you knew who she was. You didn’t need to read her mind?” Storm chimed in. Her eyes kept staring at the Professor.

“That is true. However,” Charles turned to face Logan. “The fact that you found her was a mere coincidence. You two happened to be in the right place at the right time.”

He didn’t comment on it, only shook his head in disbelief. “Is that all, Charles? Or is there more to this story?” He suspected that the Professor wasn’t telling them the whole truth.

“This is all you need to know, now.”

Groans echoed around the office. That answer didn’t bring enough satisfaction. What was he not telling them? Logan was ready to push his buttons. He needed to know more. Everyone deserved the truth. With a sigh, he stood back. “Why so mysterious?”

“I will tell you more once I have more answers,” said Charles calmly. “For now, all we need to do is to help her train. She wants to be better. She suffered enough, and she wants to turn her life upside down.”

“She asked you not to read her mind,” Jean raised a brow.

“I don’t need to read her mind. We talk a lot when I teach her. I promised not to look in. When I met her, it all came screaming at me. All you need to know is I trust her.”

Scott scoffed and shook his head in disbelief. “That’s it?”

The meeting ended shortly after that. Everyone dispersed around the school. Logan’s legs brought him outside, his eyes quickly finding the young woman far away, resting on the grass.

For the last two weeks, he didn’t talk to her much or see her for that matter. He observed from afar. Logan noticed how she started to open up to some of his friends. She tried to get to know each member of the school. Storm, Kitty and Rogue spent most of their time with her. With them, she was able to laugh freely and smile. Damn, that smile. He wanted to see it more.

He frowned. Why did he think that?

He saved her ass, and now she felt like a magnet. He tried to resist, but it was hard. Would it be that bad to know her more? He brought her here, where he promised she’d be safe. And from what he had learnt, Charles knew about her existence for a long time.

Sighing, he moved forward. He took out the cigar that he hadn’t finished and smoked on his way to her. His eyes lingered on her body, eyeing her from head to toe. Compared to their first unexpected meeting, she seemed relaxed and happy. The bruises were gone. Only faint scratch marks remained.

Her hand was still in the air, creating small forcefields. The need to talk to her got stronger. As if she were a water that would extinguish Logan’s thirst. Fuck, he wanted to know her more.

“Hey, kid. How’s the trainin’ going?” he asked when he was close enough for her to hear him.

Y/N turned her head to the side, eyes locking with his. “It’s fine, I guess,” she said with a fleeting smile. “I am trying to figure out how to make a forcefield around another person,” she explained.

“Any luck?” he leaned against the nearest tree. He held the cigar with his fingers.

“No,” she sat up. “I got better at creating it in the shape of a ball. It still does glitch. But it’s a step forward. If only I knew how to project it around another person.”

“It cannot be that hard,” he raised a brow. “It looks so easy.”

She laughed at that. “If only. It requires a lot of concentration and energy. I can protect a person if they are next to me. I can wrap us into the forcefield. That’s about it.”

A gentle smile appeared on Logan’s face. “Like you did when I took you out of that dive bar.”

Her eyes widen. “Oh yeah,” she nodded. “I forgot about that. It was wild. I remember fragments of that day. Shit, the last days before you brought me here are kind of hazy.” She stood up from the grass and wiped off her lower back and ass.

Logan’s eyes followed her every move. “Wanna walk with me?” the question was out before he could think about it. Even he was surprised he had asked that.

“Sure,” she nodded. “I wanted to explore the estate a little more.”

Side by side, they walked away from the school and the noise. The estate reminded her of a gigantic park filled with trees, surrounded by nature and peace. She noticed there were well-trodden pathways. The students must have walked around the place many times.

“How did you get to that bar anyway?” he had to ask.

She shrugged. “I don’t know. I kept walking until my feet brought me there. All I knew was to get as far away as possible.”

He took a deep breath. “What happened to you?”

Y/N bit her lower lip and looked somewhere away. “Um,” she hesitated. Was it wise to share it already? “I escaped a lab. I was a guinea pig for five years,” she admitted.

“What?” It was hard to believe what she said. Why was he so surprised? He had his suspicion about this before.

“Yeah,” her eyes were focused on the ground, ashamed of the story. “I’m surprised they didn’t kill me. Five years to keep a mutant for an experiment is a long time. Before you ask, I have no idea how I managed to survive the torture and imprisonment for that long. Those years are a blur.”

“Shit,” he sighed. “Sounds like a hell of a life.”

Y/N lifted her head, scanning Logan’s face. “The Professor didn’t say anything to you?” When he shook his head, she was impressed. “And here I thought you would already know about everything.”

“It’s your story to tell, Y/N. It’s up to you if you want to share it with us,” said Logan.

Out of nowhere, she started to giggle. Logan didn’t understand what was funny. “You know, you don’t seem that kind of a guy who does this a lot. But it’s nice.”

“Shut up,” he rolled his eyes. He took another drag of the cigar. And Y/N laughed a little more. “When did you discover your mutation?”

The smile disappeared. “I was around fifteen when it happened,” Y/N replied. “And it started a life full of misery and darkness.” One of her hands reached for a tree, mapping its texture with her fingertips. After all those years locked up in a lab, she never thought she would feel nature under her hands again.

Logan didn’t question further. He noticed it was a heavy topic for her. She wasn’t ready to give him the details. Somehow, Logan felt he was the only person, except Charles, who got information about her past.

“What is your mutation?” It was her turn to ask questions. She wanted to know more about Logan. Even though his rough exterior told the story of a withdrawn, grumpy man, he had the softest eyes. Were they green? They seemed like it.

They stopped walking. Logan turned to her and brought his hand to his chest. When he closed it, three metal blades slid out of his skin.

Y/N’s mouth opened. “Shit,” she cursed. “Does it hurt?”

“Every time. I’m used to it by now,” Logan said. “They are made of adamantium.”

“Adamantium?”

“One of the strongest metals on Earth.”

Her fingers reached to the claws. Logan’s eyes followed her moves. She wanted to touch them. Before she could, she put her hand away. “Sorry, it’s just fascinating.”

Logan’s heart skipped a beat. “Well, that’s a first,” he commented. “No one said anything like that before.”

“I’m sorry,” she took a step back. “I didn’t want to overstep. Never had much opportunity to admire other mutations.”

“It’s fine.” The claws retracted into his skin. Y/N’s eyes noticed the wounds instantly close and disappear. Her hands quickly reached for his hand, fingers caressing the spots where the lesions would be.

Logan couldn’t believe what he had witnessed. It’s been a while since he felt such a gentle touch on his skin. Her hands were soft and delicate. He cleared his throat. “I heal quickly. In a matter of seconds,” he explained before she could ask.

Her eyes lingered on his hand until she realised what she was doing. “Oh, sorry,” she let him go and hid her hands behind her back. “That was rude. I am so sorry.”

She made him feel things he hadn’t experienced in a long time. It made him flustered. “That’s okay, kid.”

The intense moment ended, and they moved forward. Y/N’s face was burning hot, embarrassed by what she did. Her mind focused on the trees and the pleasant weather around them. The air was warm even though it was autumn. The leaves were sparkling with a range of colours, coming from green to yellow. Some of them were red. It was her favourite season of the year.

“I’ve heard you save mutant children,” she changed the topic as they approached the school grounds.

“Charles finds them, and some of us would collect them,” he explained. “I was on a mission to get a child that needed our help. Unfortunately, it was a failure. The facility was a trap. I was glad I got out. Later that night, I stumbled upon you.”

Y/N pressed a hand against her chest. “What facility?”

“The one hidden in Salem,” he replied. “Why?”

Y/N felt as if her soul left her body. All colour drained from her face. “Oh god,” she brushed her fingers into her hair. “It’s my fault,” and then she hid her face in her palms.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” he turned his body to her. “What are you sayin’ there, kid?”

It took her three deep breaths to look him in the eye. He wasn’t angry. It looked like he was concerned. “I was locked there, in the lab, for some time. I escaped a few days before we met.” Panic bubbled inside of her. “I know who you were looking for. I know the kid.”

That night, that moment, it all came rushing back. It was like a movie, reflecting in front of her eyes. She felt it all: the pain, the horror happening in front of her eyes. She knew the child. He helped her escape. And she couldn’t take him with her. His screams echoed inside her mind.

Logan gripped her shoulders. “Y/N, look at me.” He said her name for the first time. That did the trick, and she looked up, eyes meeting his. “There you go. Take a deep breath.” He could see she was listening.

“I have to tell you what happened,” she whispered. “You need to know. It’s my fault you went to a trap.”

Logan brought her inside the school. His hands rested on her shoulders as he walked with her through the hallway. When something happened, all the teachers would gather around immediately. Professor X would call them to his office.

He helped Y/N take a seat on an armchair. A bottle of water appeared in front of her. It was levitating in the air. It was Jean’s doing.

“What’s going on?” Hank was the last one coming inside, closing the door behind him. He had a white lab coat on him, and his glasses were on the tip of his nose.

“This better be good,” Scott scoffed. His hands were wrapped around Jean’s shoulders, holding her close.

“Stop being a dick, dude,” Remy scowled. “Keep your mind shut.”

Y/N glared at Scott. He was the only person who didn’t sit right with her. That’s why, most of the time, she would ignore him. Luckily, he was sweet to Jean.

She grabbed the floating water bottle and took a sip. “Logan told me about the failed mission,” Y/N started to talk. Her voice was low and timid. “He told me he went there to get out a child. He went to a facility that was in Salem - the same place where they held me.”

Charles tilted his head, listening carefully. His face remained neutral. No one could read what he thought.

“I know the kid,” she told them. “His whole body can stretch as he wishes.”

“Elasticity,” Hank stated.

“How did you escape?” Kitty’s voice interrupted the stream of Y/N’s thoughts.

“There were five of us locked in that lab. We were in cells designed to suppress our mutations. It made sure we wouldn’t harm anyone or try to escape. That changed when they brought in JJ.”

“JJ?” Logan questioned that name.

“Jerome Junior,” she explained. “For an eleven-year-old, he was cunning. Because he was the youngest, he had the most energy. The rest of us were barely holding on.

“Never underestimate a child. That’s the greatest advice I’ve learnt in there. I don’t know what happened or how he did it, but the doors to our cells opened. Somehow, he was able to get us out. That’s when hell on Earth started. To get out, we destroyed the place.”

Y/N could feel the smell of chemicals and fire around her. As if she was back there, trying to get out of prison.

The pain in her body was excruciating. After all those years of experiments and torture, she was almost free.

There were bodies on the floor - killed guards and scientists as well as two other mutants who shared the hell with her. They got them before she could put a forcefield out to protect them. So much blood was on her hands and face. When she looked down, there were red puddles. The smell was nauseating.

“Let’s go,” one of the mutants shouted. The man was bleeding from his thigh and arm.

“Where’s JJ?” Y/N asked, looking for the kid. She lost him during the fight. “I’m not leaving him here.”

“We don’t have time to get the kid. They’ll kill us if we don’t leave!”

She was turning around, trying to find a way to get to him. “I said I am not leaving!”

“Fuck this, I’m out,” said the mutant and fled the scene without anyone else.

Limping, Y/N ran out of the destroyed lab and walked through the hallways until she found a swarm of guards holding the child. Guns pressed against the boy’s head as they put a collar on his neck. It beeped once, and a tiny light turned green.

JJ’s eyes found Y/N standing on the other side of the room. He did one last thing before they packed him into a truck - he shook his head. It was a sign for her to leave. Her vision blurred as tears hit her eyes. The boy got them out, and she couldn’t save him.

“I tried to get him, save him, but they took him away,” her voice broke. She let the tears fall. “He was eleven, for fuck’s sake. He somehow got us out. I wanted to do the same thing for him, and I couldn’t.”

“How do you know it was him?” Jean asked.

Y/N thought back, trying to get to the point when she realised he opened the cells. “I remember him stretching his fingers. He must have found a trigger on the table that opened the doors.”

Ororo reached for her hand, squeezing it tightly. “You did your best. You tried.”

“It’s not enough,” she shook her head. “Even now, I feel like a traitor.” The story was not over. “When I left the building, I wandered for a few days,” she continued. “I got some old clothes and hid everywhere - in the woods, old buildings. Without energy, I happened to injure myself more. I even took a fall before I found the dive bar. My body was in pain, my head a mess, and I don’t remember much when Logan got me out.”

Silence spread around them. They all let the information sink in.

“When I came to the facility,” Logan started to talk. The attention was on him. “Many soldiers were guarding the place like their own eyes. They were ready to kill anyone who approached the building. I managed to get in but never got far away,” said Logan. “The place was a mess. As if a bomb exploded inside.”

“It doesn’t make sense,” Kitty spoke up. “Why would they keep the place highly secured if it got damaged and took the child away? Think about it. Maybe they’ll use it as a cover-up. No one would think that the lab was still active.”

“Kitty’s right,” said Bobby. “In the end, there are only two options. Either they did take him away, or he’s there, well hidden from the world.”

“They did it to evoke confusion,” Jean added to the conversation.

“Scott, Jean, try to find as much information as possible about the facility in Salem. We’ll be better prepared to take him out of there,” Charles gave instructions.

Y/N jumped on her feet, letting the water bottle drop on the floor. “I’ll go with you.” All eyes were back on her.”I have to get him out.”

“You need to train more,” said Scott strictly. His hands fell off Jean. “You’ve been here for what two weeks? Forget about it. You’re not going on this mission.”

“Mind your tone, Scotty,” Logan warned him with a snarl.

“She doesn’t know how to fight or use her ability. She’s a newbie, a trainee. I will not put anyone’s life in danger because of her,” he pushed himself from Jean and approached Y/N. “If we go to get the boy, she’s staying here. Period.”

Logan was close behind Y/N, ready to step in. But she stood her ground, not afraid of the Cyclops.

Jean reached for Scott’s shoulder. “That’s enough, Scott.”

Y/N approached Scott with one long step, glaring at him. “I survived a lot of things in my life. You don’t know what I am capable of, so don’t underestimate me, Cyclops. And don’t be a dick. I’ve never been rude to you, never did anything to you. So don’t raise your voice at me. I am not afraid of you.”

“Oh yeah?” he challenged her. “You better start talking about your past life then. We know nothing about you.”

Her fists clenched hard until her knuckles were white. There was a lot of anger building inside of her. And it showed. The forcefield started to glitch around her.

“You can’t even control your power, Y/N,” Scott mocked her. “Look what you are doing.”

“Y/N, please, calm down,” said Charles calmly. “Same goes for you, Scott.”

She closed her eyes and took a step back, relaxing her posture. She knew better than to get riled up. When her blood pressure lowered, she looked at Scott again, shaking her head in disbelief. What a dick!

Turning on her heel, Y/N left the office without another word. Her walk was brisk, taking long steps to be outside as soon as possible. Of course, there would be a person who would make her freedom difficult.

I will get you out.

She wrapped her arms around herself and walked through the driveway to the estate’s main gate. She didn’t want to leave. She needed to walk and think.

Y/N wanted to get little JJ out of that hellhole before it was too late. Fear crawled through her back, tapping on her head. What if they kill him before they get there? He saved her life. He helped her escape. It’s her turn to return the favour and secure him a better life here in a school for mutants.

There was another thing that drove her to save the boy. But she didn’t want to open that door. After all those years, it was painful to think about it.

Fucking bitch! How could you?! Cries were echoing in her mind. Psycho! Murderer!

“Y/N,” she heard Logan’s voice behind her. That made her halt and sigh. “You okay?”

She pressed the bridge of her nose. “Yes,” she said.

“You are full of shit, ya know that?” he laughed. “Just admit that you are pissed.”

She spun around. Her eyes could kill. “I’ll get JJ with or without help. I don’t give a shit what you say. I will be the one who will get him out of that place.”

“I know,” Logan nodded, understanding. “I won’t be the one who’ll stop you. If I were you, I’d do the same thing. And I would punch Scott in the face.”

She couldn’t help but giggle. “You have your way with words, Logan.”

“I was thinking about becoming a motivational speaker,” he shrugged and smiled at her when he made her laugh again. “Bobby was right. We only have two options, and we must prepare before we leave to get the kid. I was there. I saw how many guards were securing the facility. One or two people won’t do it. We need a strategy.”

“All I want is to help, get him out of there so he can have a better life than I ever had. I don’t want him to experience that much torture. I need…” she started to choke on words. “I need…” Tears escaped her eyes as she felt the pain inside her soul. Was this a panic attack? Her heart was beating fast. The world was crumbling down.

Logan was quick enough to close the distance. His hands found her shoulders. “We will get him out. You hear me, bub? I can’t tell you when. We must prepare for the mission and gather information. We won’t make it far without a strategy.”

She gripped his flannel shirt tightly, holding for dear life. “I worry he’ll be dead.”

He shook his head. “You said he was cunning. He’ll find a way to survive.” Without thinking, he pressed her body against his, holding her. “While we are planning, you’ll be training your power and how to fight.”

She closed her teary eyes. As much as the hug was unexpected, it was comforting. “Promise me I’ll go with you.”

Logan nodded twice. “I promise.”

#Logan Howlett x female reader #Logan Howlett x reader #Wolverine x reader #Wolverine x female reader #James Logan Howlett x reader #Logan Howlett x female mutant reader #A touch of hope #Marvel fanfiction #Wolverine fanfiction

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foldingfittedsheets · 27 days

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So I love a rom com. Especially a rom com where the leads have no romantic chemistry at all. And essentially in a rom com they’re just pretty shitty people so you don’t feel too bad about the hijinks they get into.

My beloved had me watch You’ve Got Mail, an old one I’ve never seen. It starts out pretty strong on them being terrible people because the leads Meg Ryan and Tom Hanks are both emotionally cheating on their partners with each other via email correspondence.

Then it turns out he owns the chain bookstore that puts her quaint family owned store out of business. They suggest a meet up and he realizes her identity but doesn’t clue her in to his. He still keeps corresponding with her knowing she hates his guts because again, he destroyed her business, the legacy left to her by her dead mother that she had hoped to pass down to her hypothetical child.

Then he decides he loves her anyway, they both dump their respective partners.

Now here, a grand gesture would have been enough to bridge this very hurtful gap. Buying the shop, converting it into something new as a gift to her perhaps. This man is exaggeratedly rich and would have the money easily.

But instead. He goes to befriend her as himself while still messaging her. He makes her double guess the emails he himself is sending and plants all kinds of seeds, they go on a montage of outings while only talking about his hidden alter ego, the mysterious man she’s been emailing.

Then he shows up at the park to confess. At this point I said aloud, “This is psychopath behavior. This is what psychopaths do.”

But Meg Ryan said she’d been hoping her mysterious suitor was Tom Hanks, the man who, can’t state enough, ruined her life and finances. And they kiss and smarmy music plays.

7/10

#ramblies #funny #the most enjoyable part of the whole movie was meg rysn breaking up with her boyfriend #they were both just relieved and it was the only good chemistry on scene the whole movie #their platonic banter was the best part #rom com #romantic comedy

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riahlynn101 · 7 months

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"Unravel."

Summary: Mike takes the first step in confessing his feelings. It goes as well as you'd expected. (ft. Abby being adorable, baking cookies, and drawing pictures).

Thank you, guys, for all the support these one shots have been getting. I appreciate all of it <3 You guys are the best!

There are few things Mike loves more than spending quality time with his little sister. It’s harder now that mom’s gone. Money’s tight, and he knows that he isn’t as present as he used to be. A lot of the things they used to do together cost money.

Thankfully, their favorite activity, doodling random pictures while seated next to each other, is free (free, because Abby guilted Aunt Jane into buying her an art set for Christmas).

“Keith pulled my hair today,” his sister says, shading in the sun she’s drawn.

“Did you kick him in the-”

Abby cuts him off. “No. Rachel saw him do it and told the teacher.”

Mike hums. “So, he got in trouble?”

“Ms. Arbor said that he did it, because he likes me.”

“That’s a lie,” Mike says without skipping a beat. “Kyle’s a fu- freaking… uh…not a nice person.”

His sister gives a long-suffering sigh. “His name is Keith.”

Teasing his sister is Mike’s other favorite pastime. “That’s what I said,” he says in an exasperated voice. “ Kyler.”

Abby giggles, shaking her head. “No, Keith.”

“Kevin?” He raises an eyebrow.

“Keith.”

“Kayden?”

“Keith.”

“Abracadabra?”

His sister laughs, wiping at the tears in her eyes. “You’re being silly, Mike. That’s not even a name.”

There are few sounds more precious to Mike than his sister’s laughter. It’s a rare sound nowadays.

He pretends to pout, crossing his arms. “It could be.”

“Nuh, uh,” she says.

“Yeah, huh,” Mike shoots back.

Suddenly, their doorbell rings.

“Who is it?” Abby asks

“I don’t know.”

The person rings the doorbell again.

Mike pats his sister’s head. “Stay here, I’ll be right back.”

Creeping to the door, he goes through every single person that could possibly be bothering them. Uncle Hank and Maxine have been missing for a couple weeks now. Aunt Jane usually calls before she comes over (usually). Social services maybe?

It wouldn’t surprise him, but Mike would rather not deal with them today. They always upset Abby with their questions, and she’s in a really good mood today.

He peeks out the window, trying his best to be discreet.

Vanessa makes eye contact with him. She waves at him, smiling sunnily.

He opens the front door. “Hey.”

“Hi.”

“What are you doing here?” Mike asks, genuinely curious.

“Well….I had the day off, and I was in the neighborhood…” she trails off,

Wait. Does she want to spend time with him (and Abby)? That can’t be the case, right? Right? Mike tries not to get his hopes up.

“Oh,” he says, blinking, “come inside. Abby and I are coloring right now.” He steps aside, letting her come in.

Abby runs over to Vanessa, a piece of paper in her hands. She bounces up and down. “I drew this for you.”

Mike takes Vanessa’s jacket, watching as she engages Abby in excited conversation. Her face lights up when she looks at the paper.

“For me?” She asks.

“Yeah,” Abby says, timidly.

The paper has three figures. One with short dark hair, a slightly shorter one with shoulder length dark hair, and one that’s taller than both of them with a yellow ponytail. All three of them wear matching smiles. A sun sits in the corner of the paper and other, more animalistic figures stand behind the three figures.

“Is that…”

“Foxy, Bonnie, Freddy, Chica, and Fredbear.”

“Fredbear…?” She quirks a brow.

Mike’s heart seizes in his chest. The name feels hauntingly familiar. Vanessa looks at him, and he somehow manages to keep a neutral face. He shrugs.

“Yeah, he’s my friend.” Abby places the paper off to the side. She takes Vanessa by the hand. “Do you want to make cookies?”

“Abby,” Mike starts, not wanting to his sister to scare off Vanessa, “she-”

“I would love to.”

Abby squeals, pulling her to the kitchen. Vanessa looks back at him, winking.

It takes Mike’s brain a solid minute to process what just happened. “Did she just….”

He chases after them.

-x-x-x-

“It says we need to pour ¾ cup of water into the bowl,” Abby reads from the book. Flour sticks to her face, hair, and hands.

Vanessa nods, filling up the measuring cup with water. She hands it to Abby who dumps it into the bowl.

“Cool, now we need three eggs.”

Mike carefully cracks the eggs, making sure none of the shells fall into the batter. As much as he trusts his sister, he’s also sure none of them want eggshell-flavored cookies. He passes the bowl back to her, and goes to the sink to wash his hands off.

Vanessa takes his place, making sure Abby reads the recipe correctly (and also making sure she doesn’t fall off the chair.) A grin breaks across his face, watching the exchange. A sudden thought pops into his head.

“I have to grab something, stay here,” Mike says.

“Was planning on it,” Abby sasses. Vanessa hides her laughter behind her hand.

“Yeah, yeah.”

He returns five minutes later, camera in hand. His mom used to take pictures of everything. They have entire boxes full of Garrett, his, and Abby’s baby pictures. Mike never saw the appeal of taking photos, it annoyed him to no end having to stand still. But now that’s she gone….

Mike lifts the camera. “Smile,” he says.

Vanessa and Abby turn to look at him, smiling for the camera. He snaps a quick picture.

“Your turn,” Vanessa tells him, reaching out for the camera.

“My turn?’

Abby nods. “You need to be in the picture too. It’s not the same without you.”

“Okay, okay.” He laughs, situating himself between his two favorite people Vanessa and Abby.

Vanessa snaps a photo of all three of them crammed together. Messy with flour and batter staining their hair, faces, and clothes. Abby has an arm slung over both of their shoulders, and a wide grin across her face, and Mike and Vanessa both look like they’re trying not to laugh.

Mike already knows he’s going to frame it.

-x-x-x-

Later after they’re done with baking, and Abby’s been sent off to bed, Vanessa starts wiping down the counters.

“That was fun,” she says.

“Mhm,” Mike agrees, scrubbing a pan. “Though, I could do without the cleanup part.”

Vanessa snickers. “And miss all the fun?”

“Yeah, so much fun.”

They fall into a comfortable silence, cleaning the kitchen.

“Thank you,” Mike says, breaking the quiet.

“For?” Vanessa throws the dirty rag she’d been using in a corner.

“For….I dunno.” Mike shrugs. His eyes remain fixated on the sink in front of him.

“You….don’t know…?”

“I mean…I like having you around. You’re nice.”

“I’m nice?”

“Yes.” He shakes his head. “No. I mean, yes. God why is this so difficult?”

A hand rests on his shoulder. Warm and comforting. “Mike….? Is everything okay?”

Mike turns to face her, wiping the soapy water clinging to his hands on his pants. “I wanted to say, thank you for hanging out with Abby and me. It’s been a long time since anyone’s gone out of their way to do that. And you keep doing it. The tea party last week, the diner you took us to the week before that. It….means a lot to us. To me.”

Vanessa shifts in her spot, arms crossed. An unreadable expression crosses her face, but her eyes look like they’re misting up. “Uh…I like hanging out with you guys too.” Her voice sounds strained, like she’s struggling not to cry.

Mike’s eyes widened. “Oh, shit! I didn’t mean to make you cry. Are you okay? I can-”

“No, you’re okay. I just…need to go home.” She starts for the door. “I’ll see you tomorrow night at Freddy’s. Thanks for the cookies, and tell Abby that I said, ‘bye.’”

“Are you sure you’re okay? I didn’t mean to upset you.”

“Yeah…I’m okay. Just a little tired. See you later, Mike.”

Before he can get another word in, she’s gone.

Resting his head in his hands, Mike groans. “Stupid, stupid, stupid,” he mutters under his breath.

-x-x-x-

“I want out,” Vanessa hisses into the phone.

“How come?”

“My priorities have changed.”

“Meaning?”

She grips the phone tighter, imagining it’s her boss’ neck instead. “ Meaning, that I don’t want to work for you anymore.”

“You like him.”

She scoffs. “No, I just-”

“You know what you’re giving up if you go against me, don’t you?”

“I’m not going against you. I haven’t told him anything. I just can’t go against him either. I’m….” Vanessa trails off, trying to choose her words carefully. “ Fond of him. Besides, he’s kind of cute.”

“Cute, eh?” Her boss says, annoyance clear in his tone. “Cute enough to abandon your brother?”

She deflates a little. “I’m…I’m not-”

“Are you fond of him enough to leave your brother all alone?”

“Stop it,” Vanessa grits out, tightening her grip. “He has nothing to do with that.”

“Well, if you’re ready to give that all up….then, I’m sure Cassidy would understand.”

Tears slide down her face. Her breath comes out shuddery, as she fights the urge to cry. “Stop. I- I don’t want to leave my brother. Don’t make me give that up.”

“Oh, my dear, I’m not making you do anything. You’re doing it all by yourself.”

“I’m sorry. I change my mind.”

“Good,” her boss says, pleased. “Then, I expect you’ll have no problems this upcoming week.”

“Of course not.”

The phone line goes dead. Her grip on the phone is slack, and it falls from her hand. Sobs wrack her body, as Vanessa curls up on her couch.

She never wanted this.

#cross posted on ao3 #Vanessa x Mike #schmelly #mild angst #fluff #denial of feelings #dorks in love #abby schmidt

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its-ares · 9 months

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— Unrequited love is the worst

Male Reader, Part II Heartaches Continuum

Content Warnings: Mentions of self harm, possible death of M/N

For years I've had to listen to Jason brag about his one night stands. The bad thing is that he doesn't even notice in his stories how shitty I feel about it. Asshole.

I've been toying with the idea of confessing my feelings to him for a while now. I keep replaying the conversation in my head, thinking about what I'm going to say and how Jason will react. Everyone knows about my feelings for Jason, Dick, Rachel and Gar, even Hank knows, only Jason has no plan.

Having finally found the courage, I make my way to Titans Tower. The closer I get to the building, the more my heart races. That was a shitty idea. I take a deep breath and take the elevator up, it's now or never.

When I get upstairs, Dick greets me with a hug, I smile at him and walk in the direction of Jason's room. I knock, the door is open a crack so I go in. The boy really can't keep things in order. I look around while I wait for Jason to come. On his chest of drawers is a picture of and how we are hugged and laughing at a festival.

As I reminisce, Jason finally comes into his room. He's surprised but still happy to see me. I kept my distance for a while as I couldn't bear to see him. My best friend hugs me tightly. Jason mumbles how much he missed me. I missed you too you idiot.

"What brings you here M/N? Shall we take my bike for a spin?” laughs Jason, looking super happy. I bite my lip and shake my head.

“Not today Jay, I need to talk to you. And please let me finish ok? I love you and have for a long time. I've been in love with you for years. I can't stand it when you tell me that you got laid XY. It breaks my heart every time you tell me something like that. You won't believe how many times I've cried as soon as I get home. I love you,” I whisper again after my monologue and look at Jay uncertainly.

My best friend just stares at me. "Please say something Jay," I ask him and tug at my hoodie sleeve. Jason shakes his head as if to clear a fog of thought.

"Why are you telling me this? Everything was going well between us. We laughed, I told you things and now you come at me like that? I didn't want to know M/N. I didn't want to know you had a crush on me, dammit. That changes everything. I'm with Rose, damn it.” Jason is furious, tearing his hair and pacing.

"What?" I whisper. I can feel my heart breaking into a thousand heals. Tears run down my cheeks, I breathe in shakily and bite my lip. Jason stops in front of me and stares at me.

"I don't feel anything for you, ok? We were friends, just friends, and now you're ruining everything with it. Just go away M/N, I'm fed up with you and your fucking feelings and our friendship,” Jason says coldly and storms out of his room.

I sob and run out of Jay's room and out of the fucking Titans Tower. Outside in the fresh air, I angrily wipe away my tears. My head is buzzing with a hundred different thoughts, the voices are screaming at me about how worthless I am and it's only because of my stupid feelings that I lost Jay.

I keep running until I get to my apartment. The voices in my head urge me to take the one thing that hasn't left me yet. My breathing hitches as I stare at the fresh blade in my bathroom cabinet. Do it whispers the spiteful voice in my head.

I resolutely grab the blade and lie down on my bed. I position the blade and turn my eyes to the ceiling. My bed smells faintly of Jay, I smile painfully. It doesn't take long and my eyes close.

Goodbye Jay. I love you. Forever.

#content warning #self harm #unrequited love #jason todd x male reader #titans x male reader

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Ch. 6: Confession

Disclaimer: This is a work of fan fiction using characters from the Top Gun: Maverick world, trademarked by Paramount Pictures Corporation. I do not claim ownership of the characters and the world that I am borrowing.

The story and situation I am creating are a work of my imagination and I do not ascribe them to official story canon. This work is for entertainment only and is not a part of the storyline.

I am not profiting financially from the creation and publication of this story, but I do hope it gives you happy thoughts.

These stories are my own, so please do not take them and use them for yourself without my permission. If you see them somewhere else, please let me know. :)

The drive to Hank's farm was quick. You focused on the road, Jake being quiet, allowing you to mentally prepare for what might await you. The silence between you was filled with an unspoken understanding of the task ahead.

Upon arriving, Hank was already waiting, anxiety clear in his posture as he led you both to where Mildred was. The cow was indeed in distress, her discomfort evident as she lay in the barn.

You reached into your bag and pulled out an examination glove, making your way towards Mildred. Carefully, you inserted your hand into the cow's birth canal to assess the situation.

"Jake, could you find the small set of chains in my bag and bring them over here, please?" you requested in a composed manner.

Jake nodded, quickly moving to your bag and rummaging through it to locate the small set of chains you requested. Finding them, he hurried back to your side, holding them out to you. "Got them," he said, his tone reflecting his eagerness to assist in any way he could.

You took the chains from him with a nod of thanks, then carefully attached them to the calf's legs, which you had found to be positioned awkwardly. "We need to correct the position and gently pull during the contractions," you explained to Jake, who watched your actions with focused attention, ready to follow your lead.

As you both waited for the next contraction, you positioned Jake so he could assist with the pulling. "When I say now, pull steadily and gently with me," you instructed, ensuring he understood the importance of timing and gentleness in this delicate procedure.

The next contraction began, and you both pulled in unison, guided by your expertise. It was a tense few minutes, filled with the sounds of Mildred's discomfort and the focused breathing of you and Jake. Finally, with a concerted effort, the calf began to emerge more fully.

"Keep going, just like that," you encouraged, as Jake's efforts synchronized perfectly with yours. The teamwork paid off when, moments later, the calf slid free, landing softly on the straw-covered barn floor.

Immediately, you checked the calf to ensure it was breathing and healthy, while Jake watched in a mixture of awe and relief. "You did great," you said to him, your eyes meeting his in a moment of shared triumph. Jake's smile was broad, his earlier concern replaced with the joy of the successful delivery.

"We did great," you corrected, your gaze warm.

"Much appreciated, Doc," Hank expressed.

"It's no trouble at all, Hank."

Then, Hank faced Jake, offering his hand in gratitude. "Thanks to you as well. Are you in training? The Doc here is top-notch."

"No, Hank, he's not in training. This is my husband, Lieutenant Jake Seresin."

Hank's eyes widened in surprise. "I knew you were married, Doc, I just hadn't met him before. And a Lieutenant?"

Jake extended his hand, shaking Hank's. "I'm a fighter pilot in the Navy."

Hank's handshake was firm, his expression shifting to one of respect and interest. "Well, I'll be. A fighter pilot, huh? That's impressive. We sure are glad to have you here today. Couldn't have done it without you both." He looked between you and Jake, a genuine smile creasing his weathered face.

Jake smiled back, his posture radiating pride. "Glad to be of assistance. It's been years since I last helped deliver a calf."

Hank regarded him with a curious expression.

Jake, noticing Hank's puzzled look, explained, "My family owns a ranch back in Texas."

"Ah, yes! I remember Doc mentioning that."

Securing the back of the truck, you announced, "Alright, I'm all set."

"Thanks again, Doc. I'll drop off that meat by week's end."

"You're welcome, Hank. I'm looking forward to it," you replied, the thought of the upcoming exchange sparking a bit of excitement. Turning to Jake, you asked, "Ready?"

"Yup," he confirmed.

Both of you climbed into the truck, ready to head out.

As you drove back, the silence between you was comfortable, reflective.

"You've done good, Y/N," Jake spoke up, shattering the quiet.

"Thank you," you replied, appreciating the acknowledgment. "It means a lot, coming from you," you added, the road unwinding ahead as you steered the truck back toward home. The early morning light played across Jake's face, highlighting the sincerity in his eyes.

"I mean it," Jake continued, turning to face you. "Seeing everything you've managed to do here, on your own... it's incredible. I'm proud of you, Y/N."

"Out with it, Jake," you said, recognizing the familiar signs of hesitance in him.

"Well, it's just… what if…"

"What if we didn't use protection this morning and I found out I was pregnant?"

Jake's question hung in the air, a palpable tension building as he awaited your response. The suddenness of the topic shift caught you off guard, leaving you momentarily speechless. His eyes searched yours for any sign of reaction, vulnerability etched into his expression.

Your mind raced, processing the enormity of his question. The thought of pregnancy, with its implications and responsibilities, was overwhelming, yet it wasn't without a sense of something profound, a potential new beginning that could redefine everything.

"Jake, that's… a lot to consider," you started cautiously, choosing your words carefully. "But if it should ever happen, I'm sure we'll figure it out."

You steered the truck down the driveway towards home.

"Maybe this means you'll consider moving to San Diego," Jake blurts out.

You brought the truck to a halt and turned to face him. "You're serious about this?"

"Yes, Y/N, I'm completely serious."

"Why? You want me to just sit at home barefoot and pregnant?"

Jake's expression softened, sensing the tension and concern in your voice. "No, no, that's not what I meant at all," he hastened to clarify. "I just thought… with a baby, it might be good for us to be together, and San Diego could offer us more opportunities, especially with the support system the base provides for families."

He paused, gauging your reaction, wanting to ensure he was communicating his thoughts clearly and without presumption. "I don't expect you to give up your dreams or career, Y/N. Far from it. I admire everything you've accomplished here, and I'd never want you to feel like you have to choose between your life here and a life with me."

Jake took a deep breath, his commitment evident in his eyes. "I want to find a solution that works for both of us, a way for us to be together without either of us losing a part of ourselves. Maybe you could continue your work from San Diego, or we could figure out something else. I'm just asking you to consider it, to consider us having a future together where we both can thrive."

Tightening your jaw, you diverted your gaze back to the road ahead and resumed driving towards the house, processing the conversation in silence.

The silence in the truck grew heavy, filled with unspoken thoughts and emotions as the landscape passed by. Jake respected your need for space to think, understanding the weight of the decision and the complexities it entailed. The journey back to the house seemed longer than usual.

Jake finally broke the silence, his voice gentle. "I know it's a lot to think about, and I didn't mean to spring this on you like this. I just... I can't bear the thought of being away from you again, not now when things are changing for us. But I also don't want to uproot you from a life you love. It's just... if there's any chance we could make it work, I want to explore that, together."

He reached for your hand, seeking a connection, but you pulled away.

You needed a moment to gather your thoughts, to navigate the surge of emotions his words had unleashed. The silence that followed was not cold, but rather filled with the weight of consideration, of futures yet to be decided.

You took a deep breath, then turned to face him, your expression a mix of determination and vulnerability. "Jake, I appreciate what you're saying, and I love you for wanting to find a way to make this work. But this isn't just about us anymore. There's so much at stake here, and any decision we make has to be right for everyone involved, not just us."

You stopped the truck again and looked at him, searching his face for understanding. "I've built a life here, a career that I can't just pack up. And it's not just about the farm or my practice; it's about the community, the bonds I've formed. It's about being a part of something bigger than myself."

Jake's expression softened, the depth of his feelings for you clear in his eyes. "I understand, and I'm not asking you to make a decision right now. All I'm asking is that we consider all our options, together. Maybe there's a solution we haven't thought of yet. I just... I need you to know that I'm willing to do whatever it takes. I can't be without you again, Y/N."

Your heart swelled with a mix of emotions—love, fear, hope—as Jake's words echoed in the quiet between you. The vulnerability and earnestness in his plea struck a chord deep within you, reminding you of the depth of your connection, the resilience of your bond despite the trials you'd faced.

"Jake. What happened on the last mission?"

Jake's voice held a heavy note of seriousness. "We almost lost Rooster and Maverick on the last mission. If I hadn't been there, they wouldn't have made it back."

The weight of Jake's words hung in the air, a palpable reminder of the risks and sacrifices inherent in his profession. The names Rooster and Maverick weren't just call signs; they were individuals, friends, who had come dangerously close to paying the ultimate price.

Your heart clenched at the thought, the reality of Jake's daily life as a fighter pilot crashing into you with renewed force. It wasn't just about the thrill of flying or the pride of serving his country; it was about the lives at stake, the comrades who relied on each other in the skies where the margin for error was nonexistent.

"I can't even imagine what that must have been like for you," you said softly, reaching out to touch his arm, a gesture of support and an attempt to bridge the gap his confession had laid bare. "You carry so much on your shoulders."

Jake looked at you, and in his gaze, you saw the toll it took on him, the blend of duty and burden. "It's part of the job, but yeah, it was close—too close. Makes you think about what's important, you know?"

A moment of silence lingered.

"That's where the second award came from, isn't it? You shot down another plane."

"I had no choice. But the truth is, Y/N, we're not getting any younger."

"Jake. Why didn't you reach out to me?"

"I wanted to. I actually had my cellphone ready, but I wasn't sure if you'd answer."

"Jake, seriously! Didn't you notice anything about the house? Everything I did was for you. Even after everything we lost. Every single day for four years, I was hoping you'd call or get in touch for something more than just financial matters."

Jake's expression shifted as the weight of your words settled over him, a mix of realization and regret washing across his features. It was as if he was seeing the house—and, by extension, the last four years—through a new lens, understanding for the first time the depth of your commitment and hope.

"I… I didn't see it," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. The remorse was palpable, not just for his oversight but for the years of missed connections and unspoken words. "I was so wrapped up in my own world, my own pain, I didn't see the life you were building for us, for me. I was blind to the signals you were sending, the effort you were putting in to keep a place for me in your life, in your heart."

Gently, you reached out and caressed his face. "Jake, after we lost the baby, you were all I longed for. Every day, I hoped you'd come back, take me into your arms, and just hold me while we both allowed ourselves to grieve together."

Jake's eyes closed momentarily at your touch, a shiver running through him as if the warmth of your hand was melting barriers long-held. When he opened them again, there was a rawness, a vulnerability that hadn't been there before. "I should have been there," he whispered, the pain of regret evident in his voice. "I should have come back to you. We should have faced that loss together, mourned together. I left you alone in your pain, and for that, I am deeply, profoundly sorry."

You redirected your focus to driving, pressed the garage door opener to lift the door, and steered the F-250 into the garage. Both you and Jake exited the vehicle, securely shutting the doors behind you.

Heading towards the back of the truck, you reached in to grab the bucket, only to feel Jake's arms encircle your waist. He gently pushed your hair aside and planted a kiss on the nape of your neck. You closed your eyes, savoring the warmth and tenderness of his touch.

Whatever had happened on that last mission, it really scared your husband. This wasn't the cocky and confident Jake you remembered.

The realization of his vulnerability, the depth of fear that last mission had instilled in him, made you see Jake in a new light. The man who had always seemed unshakeable, who flew into danger with a grin and a dare, was showing you his fears, his human side that few got to see. It made you love him even more, if that was possible, knowing that he trusted you enough to let those walls down around you.

"You don't have to carry it all by yourself, Jake," you whispered, leaning back into his embrace, feeling the steady beat of his heart against your back. "Whatever it is, whatever happened, we can face it together. You're not alone anymore."

His hold on you tightened just a fraction, a silent acknowledgment of your words, of the comfort and strength you offered simply by being there. "I know," he murmured into your hair. "That's what I'm starting to realize. Being strong doesn't mean you have to be alone." He brought his other hand around and started to unzip your jeans.

He slid his hand into your pants and started to rub your pussy.

"Oh the gods," you moaned as he started to finger you.

You could feel him smile into your hair as he continued to finger fuck you while kissing your neck. You felt his cock grow harder against your ass, and he slipped a second finger into your pussy, causing you to gasp in pleasure and drop the bucket back into the truck.

"I need you, Y/N," he begged.

"Jake," you gasped in pleasure as his fingers continued to fuck you.

"Tell me you need me, Y/N. I need to hear it."

"I need you, Jake," you barely whispered.

"What did you say?"

"I need you, Jake," you said gasping. "I need you. I've always needed you."

He took his fingers out of your pussy and pulled down your jeans and panties down to the floor. Pushing you up against the back end of the truck, he placed a leg in between yours. "I need you to spread your legs for me, darlin'."

You spread your legs further apart and felt his cock at the entrance of your pussy from behind.

"I need you to push back on me darlin'." You pushed back on him and felt his cock enter your pussy. You moaned as he slowly started to move in and out of you. He grabbed your hips and began to thrust into you harder.

"I'm going to cum soon, darlin'. I want you to cum with me." He brought a hand back around to the front of your pussy and started to rub your clit. "Cum for me darlin'."

You started to moan loader as he rubbed your clit faster. He brought his other hand around and started to play with one of your nipples.

"I want you to cum all over my cock, darlin'. I want to feel your pussy clench my cock." He kept rubbing your clit and pinching your nipple. "Cum for me darlin'."

You started to moan louder as you felt yourself closer to cumming. You could feel his cock twitching and getting bigger as he got closer to cumming too.

You couldn't hold it in anymore as you yelled out his name. He kept rubbing your clit and pinching your nipple as he started to cum inside of you. He let out a deep moan as he let out all of his cum.

He kept his cock inside of you as he slowly stopped cumming. When he was empty, he slowly pulled out of you and kissed your neck.

You heard him zip up his pants and then felt him pull up your pants and undies from the floor. He gently pulled them over your thighs and butt as you still held on to the truck to prevent yourself from falling. He then carefully turned you around to face him. Your breathing still fast and your face flushed. He gently zipped and buttoned your jeans.

Catching your breath, you turned to face him, the intensity of the moment still lingering. "I think we need to talk," you blurted out, the urgency and weight of your words hanging between you, signaling a need to address the underlying currents in your relationship.

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lostquinn · 2 years

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Les avoir, c'est avoir les ètoiles

Connor (dbh) x gn!reader

Fluff // pining // accidental confession

Summary - Connor pines over you at the police department until he sees Gavin Reed trying to flirt with you. The android puts the asshole in his place and kind of declares his love for you by accident.

Connor>>>> ps he can speak French in this because I said so u.u

Warning - implied harassment?

Word count - 968

Connors LED blinked a soft, calming blue as he watched you from his desk. Aside from work, you had become his latest obsession and you hadn't seemed to notice it yet.

He leant forward in his chair as you began to disappear further into the break room, lifing his head to get a better view. Hank kicked the desk as he noticed Connor, catching his attention.

"Go say something or get on with your work for Christ's sake," Hank grumbled as he looked at the android.

Hank had had enough of witnessing Connor pining after you, constantly getting distracted whenever you were around. The android acted differently around you, constantly fumbling and staring.

"I can't do that," He whispered, his eyes darting to Hank.

When he looked back to you, he noticed Gavin leaning over you. There was a cocky grin plastered on his face and he was too close for Connors liking. Connors eyes narrowed at the sight and his features hardened.

"It looks like you want to,"

Connor was already gone from his desk before Hank finished his sentence. He had Hanks mug in hand, planning to use it as an excuse to be in there. Hank watched Connor as he moved towards the break room, as if he was on a mission and stood up. He followed shortly behind Connor with a sign, ready to witness a fight.

"So, how about we sneak off to an interrogation and I show you-" Gavin said to you, he was interrupted by Connor pushing his way between the two of you.

You took a step back, relieved by Connors appearance. A slight blush glazed your face as you noticed him glance at from the corner of his eye. He seemed mad about something, you would have asked if Gavin hadn't started shouting.

"You plastic prick! I know you just follow orders like a lap dog so follow mine. Piss off, we were busy. Now stop being a cock block."

Connor turned his head to look at Gavin and you could just tell he was glaring at the other man. He dropped the spoon that he was using to make coffee before turning to completely face Gavin.

His shoulders were squared and you could hardly see Gavin past him. Your mouth sat agape as you watched Connor, noticing Hank leaning in the doorway from the corner of your eye.

"You have no respect for them Reed, you should leave them alone."

"Oh I respect them plenty. Stop stealing jobs from people you prick." Gavin tried to push Connor.

"You don't care for them they way they deserve to be cared for. Detective [name] here deserves to be worshipped, les avoir, c'est avoir les étoiles. You dont even deserve the time of day that such an amazing, beautiful person gives you,"

The blush on your face darkened as you listened to Connors words, leaning just enough so that you could see his LED glowing red. Gavin frowned at Connor as he spoke.

"You don't love them the way I do, you only care for their body so I suggest you leave them alone or I will remove you from the area."

Gavin left with a scoff, storming out of the break room through to the doors of the police department. Hank also left the breakroom, heading back to his desk to allow Connor some privacy, cursing over how oblivious the two of you were.

The android stood still, his back to you as his LED blinked yellow. "I said that aloud didn't I?" His voice trembled.

"Yeah- Connor?" You started, grabbing his sleeve and pulling his arm so that he would face you. "Did you mean everything you said? And what does the French mean-?" You stuttered, fumbling slightly through your words as you looked up at him.

"I did." He briefly pursed his lips. "It means 'to have them is to have the stars'" He locked his eyes onto the floor, shuffling his weight.

You placed one of your hands on his cheek, it was soft and warm. Thirium had been pumping to his cheeks and they glowed a soft blue - he was blushing. You traced your thumb along his cheek bone as you leant up and placed a delicate kiss on his cheek.

One of his hands held your wrist, keeping your hand on his cheek as he met your eyes. His eyes searched your face, memorising every detail as he had done so many times before. He had never been this close to you, his thirium pump pounding in his chest as he embraced the proximity.

"I'm glad you said something," you smiled at him.

"You are?" He furrowed his eyebrows.

You leant up to whisper in his ear, butterflies filling your stomach as you spoke softly. "I feel the same way,"

He moved his hand from your wrist to your hand, lifting it off of his cheek and tangling your fingers together. You were both nervous, unsure of who was to act next.

Connor broke the awkward moment as he placed his free hand on the small of your back, smashing his lips against yours.

Your free hand sat on his chest, bracing yourself against him as you melted into the kiss. It was too short for both of you but it being your first kiss and the two of you being full of nerves it was not supposed to be good.

He continued to place a kiss on your cheek, as you had done to him, then looked at you. His eyes were soft as he met yours, his demeanour had changed completely from when he had entered and he was back to being the Connor you knew well.

"Will you allow me to take you on a date sometime?"

"I would love that,"

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infin1ty-garden · 8 months

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MASTERLIST.

Hello everyone! My requests are OPEN

request guidelines here!

❝ [ prompts & scenarios ] ❞ & ❝ [ fic recs ] ❞

╰┈➤ ❝ [ formula 1 ] ❞

『 headcanons 』

LOVE ALARM ೃ⁀➷ what if the love alarm existed in real life feat. f1 drivers STILL ALIVE - scream/ghostface au! ೃ⁀➷ headcanons of the f1 drivers as the scream killer, ghostface

『 logan sargeant 』

I NEED YOU - the last of us au! ೃ⁀➷ in which you and Logan spend your last night in Jackson

『 esteban ocon 』

IF YOU NEED A HERO - spider-man au! ೃ⁀➷ headcanons of what it's like to meet spider-man! esteban ocon

『 lance stroll 』

ACROSS THE STARS - star wars au! ೃ⁀➷ headcanons of dating a inquisitor! lance stroll

『 lando norris 』

HOT BLOODED - figure skating au! ೃ⁀➷ after a falling out you and lando have to perform a routine together and old feelings start to come back

『 liam lawson 』

FULL THROTTLE - street racer au! ೃ⁀➷ liam thinks you deserve better

╰┈➤ ❝ [ shadow & bone ] ❞

『 headcanons 』

VALENTINE'S DAY ೃ⁀➷ headcanons of the shadow & bone characters on valentine's day

『 nikolai lanstov 』

GUARDIAN ANGEL - siren! reader ೃ⁀➷ hearing rumors of the fountain of youth, and finally finding a heading, nikolai decides to follow the rumors

『 zoya nazyalensky 』

NOW OR NEVER ೃ⁀➷ after a mission you and zoya are forced to share a tent together

『 alina starkov 』

I WOULDN'T SAY THAT - the mummy (1999) au! ೃ⁀➷ alina confesses her feelings while imhotep wants to sacrifice her

╰┈➤ ❝ [ scream ] ❞

『 headcanons 』

THE GHOSTFACES REACT TO YOU BEING A F1 FAN ೃ⁀➷ exactly what the title says

『 jill roberts 』

UNDER THE BLEACHERS ೃ⁀➷ jill’s childhood friend confess their love for her DYNAMITE TOUCH ೃ⁀➷ jill sprained ankle and you help her home THAT'S RICH ೃ⁀➷ you keep teasing jill about her height and she does something about it UNTIL THE END ೃ⁀➷ you move back to woodsboro during the events of scream 4 MEET MY FRIENDS ೃ⁀➷ jill's friends can't believe she is dating someone shorter than her

╰┈➤ ❝ [ heroes of olympus ] ❞

『 jason grace 』

YOU ARE MY HERO - superman au! ೃ⁀➷ headcanons of dating superman! jason grace

╰┈➤ ❝ [ slytherin boys ] ❞

『 headcanons 』

MEMORIES MAKE EVERYTHING SO DIFFICULT ೃ⁀➷ where you fake amnesia to get out of a fight with your enemy and he lies and tells you'd been dating for a year

╰┈➤ ❝ [ the quarry ] ❞

『 max brinly 』

I WOULD DIE FOR HER ೃ⁀➷ max does everything to save you the last night of summer camp

╰┈➤ ❝ [ detroit become human ] ❞

『 connor 』

A CALL AWAY ೃ⁀➷ connor and hank investigate a weird 911 call

╰┈➤ ❝ [ one shots ] ❞

『 kara zor-el 』

NOT ON EARTH ೃ⁀➷ you and kara decided to stay in for the night

『 dar-benn 』

I LOVED YOU FOREVER ೃ⁀➷ dar-benn tries to save you

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citygirlcharlotte · 1 year

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The Sister Halstead (Part 13)

Hank Voight x Reader

Masterlist

“You sure?” Henry asked me as we were getting ready for bed that night. I was already on my laptop looking at baby clothes.

“This just feels like the right time. Plus when am I ever going to have everyone together like this?” I mused.

He joined me in bed, maneuvering me around so he could see my screen.

“Jay and your dad are going to kill me.” He stated.

“You can take them.” I laughed as I kissed his cheek.

We stayed up most of the night brainstorming the perfect reveal and I was so excited to share my little bundle of joy with my family. I woke up Henry the next morning with excited giggles, placing kisses all along his face and neck.

“Wake up!” I whined.

He opened a singular eye mockingly before closing it again and pulling me into his chest.

“I love you.” He whispered.

“I love you more than anything.”

“More than our little love bug?” He joked, hand coming to stroke our babies home.

“Considering you gave me them, yes.” I smiled, placing a soft kiss to his jaw.

I caught the bottom of his jaw, pulling him into a sweet kiss. Henry’s hand made his way to my thigh to throw it over his hip. Obviously I had no choice but to ground my pelvis on his.

“Horny this early in the morning?” He joked.

“I have the hottest baby daddy, what am I supposed to do?” I sighed, pushing his boxers down and sliding his tip between my folds.

“Say please.”

“Please.” He moaned, bucking into my hand.

“Good boy.” I moaned, sliding down his length.

We moved at a languid pace, kisses and moans filling the room.

“Right there.” I cried. The feeling of him hitting my cervix was not something I would ever get used to.

“Fuck baby.” He whined, slamming my hips back onto his length.

“Please!” I cried. Now I was the one whining for a release. He took mercy on me and moved his thumb to caress my clit.

In a matter of moments, I was falling over the edge and collapsing on Henry’s chest. He continued to chase his high and thrust into my sopping heat before letting out a guttural moan and filling me up.

“God damn it I love doing that.” He admitted.

“I know, that’s how I got pregnant.” I laughed, falling to the side and laying my head on his chest.

After what felt like hours of laying together, it was time to get this plan in action. As I was getting ready for some errands, Hank sat on a stool, talking to my little bump.

“Today’s the day bub, we’re going to tell your grandparents and your uncles about you.” He murmured, shoving his face into my stomach.

“I wish we could tell your brother. I hope he’s up there with you in heaven taking care of you until mama and I get to meet you.” He confessed.

I felt myself tearing up as I dropped my curler and ran my fingers through his hair.

“I’m sure Justin is watching over our baby. How about you tell Erin next if you want to?” I proposed.

He smiled sadly up at me before returning to his secret conversation.

“I hope it’s a girl.” I mused.

“Me too.”

The afternoon rolled around with us enjoying a beautiful backyard picnic. We had a white tent with the most aesthetic array of every food I could think of. I had 4 little boxes hidden to the side for the big reveal.

“Do you guys really have to go back?” I pouted to my parents.

Having them here for the long weekend made me realize how much I missed being around them all the time. Especially with the baby coming, I wanted them to stay in Chicago.

“We’ll be back all the time okay? Your dad just bought another apartment down the block from yours, so I’m sure we’ll be here more often.” My mom reassured me.

“Speaking of apartments, here are your keys boys.” My dad smiled, handing off keychains to Will and Jay.

“We can’t thank you enough Mr. Lahey.” Will said, expressing his gratitude.

“It is not a problem and please call me Charles. You two are family now and I feel better that Charlie isn’t living alone.” Dad explained.

“Hardly alone when Hank’s always there.” Jay mumbled, taking a drink from his glass.

“Heard that.” Henry replied.

“Nonetheless, thank you, Charles.” Jay smiled, giving my dad a firm handshake.

After indulging in way too much desert, it was time for the main event.

“I have a surprise.” I announced excitingly, moving to grab the little boxes with everyone names on them.

“You guys have to open it at the same time okay?” I instructed.

With a collective nod, everyone took a hold of the ribbon securing the box.

“On three! One, two.. three!” I yelled.

They all yanked their ribbons free and reached into the box for their gift. My mom opened her box to a onesie saying “grandmas favorite”, my dad got a coffee mug saying “promoted to grandpa”, Jay got a bottle of scotch that says “pairs well with becoming an uncle” and Will got a candle that says “smells like you’re gonna be an uncle”.

At first, no one reacted. They all just stared at their gift in silence. My mom was the first to lift her head with tears in her eyes.

“A grandma?” She cried, clutching the onesie to her chest. My dad was quick to follow her with a shocked expression.

“You’re pregnant?” He gasped.

I nodded excitedly as tears came down my face.

“Oh baby!” Will shouted, smelling his candle before reaching over for a hug.

My mom joined us in the hug as my dad and Jay looked at each other before looking at Henry.

“Say something.” I laughed, staring at the men in shock.

“Congratulations Honey.” My dad smiled, hugging me as well.

Jay continued to sit there with a dumbfounded look on his face.

“You got my sister pregnant?” He asked, flabbergasted. Before anyone could really gauge a reaction, he got up and punched Henry in the face. Again.

“Seriously Jay? This is the second time. I’m still your boss.” He groaned. My dad helped him off the ground with a laugh.

“No more hitting, I need my grandchild to grow up with a father in one piece.” My dad joked.

Jay finally came over and brought me into a hug.

“I’ll kill him if he ever hurts you.” He whispered, holding onto my tightly.

“Thank you.” I cried, soaking his shirt.

I was finally able to make my way back to Henry and inspect his face.

“He was holding back. The first one was worse.” I joked.

“I bought an ice pack for a reason.” He admitted, pulling out a cold one from the cooler.

“I’m so excited to be having a baby with you.” I cooed at him.

“I’m excited but terrified. I can’t believe I get to be a dad again.” He admitted.

That made my mom sob and pulled him into a hug.

“Welcome to the family Henry.”

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sunwarmed-ash · 3 months

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SS Poll Winner: The Eden Club

Can't say I'm not surprised. Thank you guys for being so patient with this one, it's coming along! Here's a smutty preview as a treat

🔞😈🔥

(sinful sunday deferred this week, I have a craft show)

Here are also two other sneak peaks of the last chapter I've already posted: preview 1, preview 2

Ch 16: Take this to your grave, and I'll take it to mine.

The first couple days after the truth(s) comes out and the three are left with no choice but to process, are tough on everyone as they attempt to regulate back to baseline. But it's worth it, because as it turns out, none of them are happy when one part of the triangle isn't.

It's October now, Gavin’s more or less moved back into his house and Sumo’s happier than a fucking clam now that the house is full of sound and body heat again. Hank returns that sentiment. He can honestly say he’s been feeling more like a whole person again.

Tonight, they are all sitting on the couch watching the first season of True Detective, because Gavin insisted. Now that they are suspended, they’ve got alot of free time. And too much free time for Hank or Gavin can be dangerous. Hank finds himself already falling subject to plotting Reynolds ultimate demise every free moment he gets, but for Con’s sake, Hank’s trying not to make a big deal out of it. Because no matter what, if his actions hurt Connor more than it helps him, Hank ain't gonna do shit.

And speaking of Connor, the android next to him is flushed and Hank can hear his internal fans kick on, working overtime by the sounds of it to cool his suddenly overheating system.

“You okay Con?” Hank asks, concern growing by the second.

“Yes,” Connor lies, tight lipped. His cheeks are bright pink, even Hank can even tell that in the evening, tv lit darkness.

“You sure? You're flushed,” Gavin points out.

“Ye-s” Connor hiccups, pupils dilating, clearly focusing on something that was not in the room. “V’s… sending me… pictures.” Connor finally confesses with a very specific kind of pant.

Hank feels his cock twitch in his pants as his grin splits his face.

“Pictures eh?” He asks.

“Whoa, like dirty pictures?” Gavin asks, voicing Hank’s suspicions.

“...Yes,” Connor gasps as he seemingly gets another one. “Fuck,” Connor whines and his fingers slip over the fabric of the couch cushion he’s sitting on and squeezes. And then, when another came through Connor sobs and the thin material under his fingers tears audibly.

“You just get another?” Hank chuckles.

“Yeeees,” Connor gasps, eyes staring forward, “A video. Fuck, Hank, I’m sorry about the couch.”

“So we buy another one,” Hank shrugs because a replacement couch is the last thing on his mind.

“Can you tell us about it?” Gavin asks hopefully.

Connor is quiet for a moment, and then,

“Fuck. Y-Yes.”

“Can we touch you while you do?” Gavin asks and Connor lets out a strangled sounding moan.

“Please,” Connor begs, his knees rubbing against each other in efforts to get some much needed friction.

“What are they doing?” Hank asks, taking over the dialogue while Gavin sinks to his knees in between Connor’s legs.

“Playing with themselves,” Connor pants, sitting on his hands to not cause any further casualties.

Gavin’s hands make quick work of undoing Connor’s pants and pull them down to his feet. Hank’s moves a little closer too, resting his large hand over the back of Connor’s neck, chuckling when the androids skin peels back automatically to expose the port.

“How are they playin’ baby?” Hank asks, starting his own teasing trail across the sensitive port with his fingertips without ever pushing inside.

Connor’s entire body shudders under their combined touches.

“They’re fucking into a fleshlight, telling me how it’s nothing compared to my ass.”

“I mean, they’re right,” Gavin shrugs before moving to lick the first drops of pre cum dripping down Connor’s cock.

Connor moans loudly.

“Can I send V a picture of you?”

Connor’s question causes a joint groan from both Gavin and Hank.

“Phck yeah,” Gavin says, “hang on though, let me get in position.”

Connor and Hank assume Gavin’s just gonna change his stance on his knees. Instead he pushes Connor's bare legs apart, as open as they can go before sucking down every inch of Connor’s cock into his mouth. Gavin then makes a show of locking his wrists behind his back before looking up at Connor with the biggest, neediest eyes anyone’s ever seen. Surprising the hell out of them both.

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ Gav,” Hank pants, breaching the port in Connor’s neck with just the first knuckle of his finger.

“Oh my god,” Connor agrees, “please, d-don’t stop, either of you,” he begs and then suddenly he’s shuddering through an unexpected orgasm. Gavin’s mouth continues to suck him through it. Mouth torturing the head until Connor pleads for him to stop.

Hank’s finger comes free of the port and rests on the back of Connor’s neck, waiting for their android to come back online.

“You know I’ve never asked this but is this shit safe to swallow?” Gavin asks, now 10 seconds too late if not.

“Yes,” Connor laughs, post sex grin on his face, “it’s a non-toxic lubricant.”

Hank chuckles and kisses Connor’s temple, the side where his LED used to be.

Gavin is still on the floor, and Hank wonders if he’s waiting for something. When Hank finally makes eye contact with Gavin he just juts out his chin towards Hank’s crotch. When Hank’s eyebrow raises in question Gavin says,

“Take em off.”

Hank did not need to be told twice.

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zombieluvr101 · 2 years

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ACCIDENTALLY ON

PURPOSE

Fandom / Zombies

Paring / Zed Necrodopolis x Fem!Reader

Prompt / accidentally confessing feelings ; longing stares

Summary / a hot guy likes you fr‼️ DOESNT THAT SOUND GRAND?!

Word Count / 971

Gif by / @megedonnelly

Prompt / @luvfae

Seconds left on the clock. Which is counting down the last few seconds of the most important game of my life. This game determines if I have what it takes to play football at Mountain College.

“Alright team, we only have 25 seconds on the clock. Zed, if you make this, we win,” Coach says wearily as we are timed out.

Just hearing Coaches voice, I can tell he’s nervous. I mean, yeah I am too. This is my big game. If I don’t get into Mountain College I won’t be with Y/n.

Yeah, yeah, I know! Y/n isn’t even my girlfriend yet. But she’s so smart, and witty, and the most beautiful girl I’ve ever laid my eyes on.

Okay Zed! Focus.

“Alright Wynter, I need you too be open in the center field so Maximus can throw you the ball so you can try to make the touchdown,

but if that doesn’t work try and pass it to me,” I instruct.

We get into position, the whistle blows.

Our quarterback starts us off, “White 80, hut hut!”

Wynter catches the ball and makes her way over but get tackled in the process. But she was able to pass it to me. I turn to switch my Z-band.

Seven seconds left..

The ball brushes against my fingers. But I catch it.

Six seconds left…

I use all my speed to run to the end zone.

Five.

I duck and jump over the opposing teams players.

Four.. Three… Two….

One!

I land in the end zone on the very last second.

“And the Seabrooks Mighty Shrimp have done it again! They have won the last game of the season!”

The cheerleaders are doing their thang, while the crowd goes wild.

“Seabrook! Seabrook! Seabrook!!!”

My friends and family go out for celebratory frozen yogurt. Bonzo, Bree and I are sitting at a table together. And the Acy’s and the rest of the cheer squad are talking about whatever is amusing to them.

“Actually Bonzo.. I don’t have the answer to that,” Bree stated.

Just as I start my sentence, the door to the fro-yo spot jingles. And a pair of blue converse enter the establishment.

“Hey guys!” Y/n say with a cheerful tone.

“OrR!!” Bonzo greets. Meanwhile I can’t get a single word out of my mouth. She makes my brain mush.

“Congrats on your win Zed,” She says with a smile as she takes a seat next to me. All I can do is blink and stare.

“T- hank you,” I mumble in awe of her presence. Gosh I’m such an idiot. But overall she seem amused.

“Welp I’m gonna get my frozen yogurt..” Y/n says getting up from her seat.

“Oh here! Let me pay for it,” I suggest. I jumped out of my seat and grab her hand. Walking over to the register.

“You really don’t need to pay,” She reassures.

“No, no, no I got it Y/n,” I confirm.

Once we since sit back down, Bonzo and Bree have gone outside, leaving just us two to talk. And Y/n continues to eat her fro-yo. I find it funny that the most outgoing, and spirted person I know loves the most basic flavor there is. Vanilla.

I’ve had feelings for Y/n the moment I locked eyes with her on my very first day at Seabrook. I figured that she would be like everyone else and harass me for being me. But she was the opposite.

She treated me with such kindness. She would volunteer to help me with my work if it was something I haven’t learned at Zombie school.

Or if Eliza and Bonzo would pair up for a project and I didn’t have one, she would immediately sit next to me. Making her my partner for most of the projects we’ve done.

Snapping out of my daydream I look up at her again. But this time she has some vanilla yogurt on the right side of her mouth.

Out of instinct (and a very messy little sister) I go to wipe it off of her.

“Oh you have some—” I start.

The only thing is, she turned her head towards me a little more than expected. Making my thumb press against her lips.

Our eyes meet. I’m blown away. No air left. We don’t break apart. I keep my thumb on her lips, gently stroking it.

I can’t tell if I’m imagining it or not, but I see the same passion in her eyes. Just like when I’m looking in the mirror practicing what I’m going to say to her.

Moving my hand, I place my hand on her cheek.

“Thank you,” She says in a whisper. Not once looking away from my eyes.

“No prob,” I reply with a smile.

Gravity pulls us closer and closer.

“God she’s so beautiful—”

She laughs softly, “You think so?”

huh? OH.

“Did I say that out loud?”

She nods sweetly.

“Oh yeah, mhm yea— I 100% meant too. Like I kne- like I know that I did. I was just making sure that YOU— know that I did—” I stutter out, trying to keep my cool.

She interrupted, “Zed, I know what you mean, really.”

“It’s just that I really really like you. I have since freshman year. I don’t know why I haven’t told you. Well actually yes I do. You make me so nervous. Like everything you do makes me flustered,” I confess with speed.

I can tell my words are making her flustered. She looks down but I use two fingers to push her head back up.

“I — I like you too Zed,” She says in a shy tone.

My smile begins to get bigger, “Well you should let me take you out sometime.”

“I’d like that,”

Mind you, we were still holding hands.

end 🫶🏾

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writersmilex · 1 year

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My Only Friend

Anonymous asked: hi smilex nice to see you again, can i ask a scenario where hank and reader knew each other before hank became well... a murderer? basically reader was hank's only friend and they were very close, over time hank begins to have a crush on reader but he couldn't confess until the fateful day came with the boombox accident and from there they parted ways but after years they meet again

___ Nice to See you too... ‘I don’t know who you are’ Here is the request, Tumblr is always screwing me over one way or other and now I can’t respond to my asks. Here it is!

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Hank Wimbleton X Fem | Reader

Summary: Just before the crimson skies, Hank had a friend. You were the only friend he had at the time. _____________________________________

(Art Belongs to Rightful Owner)

"It sounds like fun, you should try it." Your eyes gleam with intrigue as you point at the flyer for a volleyball tournament. Hank crosses his arms and huffs in annoyance. "I don't want to." He growls, by this time Hank's crappy moods hardly threaten you. "You want more friends, right?" You reason with the stoic man beside you. He doesn't answer and looks away from you. Yeah... He does want more friends, but he just doesn't know how. He has an intimidating stature, and stoic expression acts rather aggressively at times and making friends difficult for someone like him.

"Tell you what, we go together." You say, taking a pen from a string to write your name neatly on the flyer. "(Y/n)..." Hank tries to reason, but he knows there is no point in reasoning with you. "Fine..." He agrees and takes the pen from you to write down his own name, right under yours. You look at Hank and beam at him, the brightest gaze he has ever seen, it could blind him if your face produced light like that. "Awesome!" You laugh with glee, Hank just huffs in annoyance once again. "Whatever..." He grumbles. He feels you tug on his arm. "I'm thirsty, come on let's get a drink." You're not strong enough to pull Hank out of balance, but that will change soon as you have been working out lately. Hank follows along with everything you want to do. He has nothing better to do anyway. And you're always so hyper and like to do things that end up being very fun for him always. Even though he will never admit it out loud, he doesn't have to because you always seem to be ideally in tune with his mood every time. ~~~~ The volleyball tournament was indeed fun, doesn't matter if you were good at it or not. You personally thought you did well. You noticed Hank acting a little looser after the games, he had fun as well. If you squint you can see him smiling slightly. "See? What did I tell you?" You ask playfully, patting your friend on his arm. Hank lets out a low chuckle, "It was alright..." He replies that means he had fun. His response only makes you gleam brighter. You cheer with a little jump, "See? I knew it would be fun!" You skip alongside your stoic friend. His hands are shoved deep into his pockets, as he slanders along with whatever you want to do. You're the best at finding fun things to do in his opinion. ~~~~ Hank started to feel strange around you for reasons that are still unclear to him. Seeing you happy made him happy, he did everything just to please you, he'd even do murder for you if you asked. Anything... Anything to make you happy. That smile of yours makes his day brighter. As far as he knows his life is very mediocre, and you make it better. He wants to see you every day to bring colour to his grey world. There is a place, Hank's favourite place in the park where he can find some peace. By the tree, it is a very serene place for him, ever since he was little he went there to be alone, as none of the other kids wanted to play with him back then. He didn't have friends back then, but now he has! He has you! His best friend and his only friend. He almost feels protective of you, and you don't have any enemies whatsoever! Perhaps some people find your bright and bubbly nature annoying, but that's normal he assumes. You can't get everyone on earth to like and respect you, no matter what you do. But he likes you but isn't really sure how he could show you that. So, he's going to show you his favourite place. "Are we there yet?" You ask for the fifth time. "We're really almost there," Hank repeats for the fifth time. You don't reply this time, merely holding your own hands behind your back as you trail behind Hank. You're usually the one with the plans for fun activities, and how he's the one with an idea and you don't want to ruin this for him. So you'll go with everything he wants now, just to make your friend happy. "This is a really nice place though, very tranquil." Your comment on the grassy fields of the park, There are not as many trees around as he remembered from when he was little, but his favourite tree is still the in the same place as it should be. "The quietness helps me think," Hank explains as he comes to a stop by the tree. "I can imagine that," you reply and keep looking around the fields. The park is rather crowded today, many people around and you saw one guy in the distance walking around with a boombox. "I like to just stand here and enjoy the silence... If I can..." Hank explains as he takes a stance, crossing his arms. He gives the random guy with the boombox a side glare. Hank never like that genre of music anyway, not to mention that it's rather distressing, such loud music in a place that's supposed to be peaceful. "I'm really thirsty, I'm getting a drink by the bakery. Do you want anything?" You ask your friend as you point in the general direction to the bakery that is right outside of the park's fields. "Just a soda." Hank requests with a dismissive wave of the hand. You nod and smile at your friend and skip off to get drinks. ~~~~ Hank waits for you to return, feeling a little tense at the loud music getting closer to him. The boombox guy is really getting on his nerves by now. Destroying his zen moment with that obnoxious music. It's clear that the boombox guy is not stopping on his own, so Hank has to do something about it himself. He walks around the tree and approaches the guy, "Hey, could you turn it down?" He asks as politely as he could. But instead is met with a rough push that causes him to stumble and lose his balance, falling on the grass. "This is a public place, I can do what I want!" The guy says matter-of-factly. Now Hank is angered enough to get physical with this guy, and he does. It was madness that day... ~~~~ Hank hasn't seen you since that fateful day with the boombox, it feels like he lost a piece of himself, which he might as well has. Nothing has been the same since that day... a day he curses still. The crimson sky doesn't change how he is feeling, as he looks over a war-torn city with very little left from the rooftop of the building where he and his comrades have taken shelter, a light breeze brushes by. But a part of him also wishes he never sees you again, you might think he's a monster. And he would agree with you if you did think that. His only friend that has been missing for what feels like years. He has kept you a secret from his comrades in the force, even Doc is not aware of your existence. Your memory is only his to cherish closely to what the last pinch of innocence remains in the endless void that he calls a heart. He still misses you so dearly, even when he can hardly remember your face. He is really conflicted about what he is feeling: He wants you back, but he doesn't. If he could meet you now, everything would change again. What if you weren't even alive? That thought saddens him. If you were out there somewhere, he hopes that you can survive. And meet him again one day. _____________________________________

There, I hope this is something that you want. It's very light-hearted, but it feels kind of bland, to be honest.

Anyway, there is nothing else much I think I could add to this.

Thanks for reading.❤️

- Smilex🙂

#madness combat #madness combat x reader #madness combat reader insert #x reader #reader #imagines #hank j. wimbleton #madcom hank #requested

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cricket-reader · 11 months

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Something in Common

Summary: you get captured and held in captivity. Bucky finds you and has an argument with your dad, Tony. Later, Bucky confesses his feelings for you

Warnings: language, kidnapping, torture, injections, near-death experience, amputation, fluff, Tony (yes, he’s a warning), Tony and Bucky’s strained relationship

Word Count: 1622

Prompt: "Breathe, damn you!” I Shock | Amputation | Infection

A/N: Day 8 of June of Doom by @juneofdoom

You can’t remember when you got here. You don’t even know what day it is. All you know is that for the past however many days, weeks maybe, they have been coming into your room and injecting you with stuff you knew shouldn’t be in your body.

First it was bright green which only managed to get you a rash. Then it was blood red which again only gave you a rash, that time worse than the last. Then it was neon yellow which did absolutely nothing except make you really tired. After that it was kind of a blur. You’re suspecting they’re going to try the whole damn rainbow.

You know why they took you too. You are the daughter of some very influential and important people. Hell, your dad is Iron Man. Who wouldn’t want to kidnap you? But usually people kidnap rich people’s kids when they’re young, not when they’re your age, and when they do kidnap a rich person’s kid, they usually ask for ransom. You don’t think that has happened yet.

You can barely lift your head when the metal door creaks open. The same man walks in, you only know him as “the doctor”, but you have a fair amount of nicknames for him in your arsenal; none of them are that nice, though.

You’re so weak from all the injections that you’re surprised he’s still going. He’s probably trying to create a supervillain out of you as some ploy of revenge against your father. In his years on earth, Tony Stark has gained a lot of enemies. You wish you had been taken by some of his enemies that are actually good people like Hank or something.

At this point you can barely feel your arm, so when he inserts the needle, you can barely feel it. You don’t feel the liquid entering your veins anymore either. Really, it’s almost a blessing at this point.

When he finishes injecting you with the bright blue liquid, each of your muscles tenses up. Heart beating faster, you wonder if this is the one that finally kills you.

Tears form in your eyes as you begin to feel the first bout of pain you’ve felt in days or even weeks.

The feeling is so intense, you don’t even notice the door open again. You don’t notice the blood from the doctor getting shot In the head.

In your state of shock, you barely register your restraints being released and your body being carried out.

Tony clambers up behind Barnes, who has been the one to find you. Your left arm is marked with ugly purple and black bruises.

Bucky sets you down on a stretcher in the Quinjet and backs up so the doctor and nurse they brought along can do their job.

Bucky has tears in his eyes, and he can’t honestly remember the last time he’d cried.

Tony, on the other hand, was by your side in an instant. His hand holds yours and he mutters under his breath. He needs everything to be okay. He needs his baby to be okay.

“She’s not breathing! Stark back up!” one of the medical professionals yells. Tony freezes on the spot. His heart shatters hearing his baby isn’t breathing.

Bucky ends up having to drag him away from the scene as he starts yelling, “Breathe, damn you! Don’t do this to me! Please!”

Only once Tony is away from the situation, does Bucky let him go. Misplacing his anger, Tony shoves Barnes. “What the hell?”

“I should be asking you the same thing, Stark! You need to let the medical professionals do their fucking job!”

“You don’t understand, Barnes. Is that your child in there? Has your child been missing for the better half of a year? Has your child stopped breathing? Oh wait, you don’t fucking have a child.”

“I may not, but that does not mean I do not care for her.”

Stark scoffs and turns away, running his hands through his hair. “You don’t know what this has done to me… she is my child and you could never understand the pain of knowing she is out there and you’re helpless to do anything even though you’re a fucking superhero.

“Tell me what is the point of being a superhero if the ones you love aren’t safe? Huh? You wouldn’t know anything about that, though, would you?”

“Don’t tell me what I do and do not know,” Bucky mutters, “the person I love with all of my heart has been missing for the better half of a year and I had to spend that time going around as if nothing ever happened, okay?

“You got to be an asshole because your kid had been taken, but I had to carry on as if the love of my life hadn’t been ripped away from me before I even got to fucking tell them.”

“So don’t you dare tell me that I don’t fucking know what it’s like to be a superhero whilst the ones I love aren’t safe because I fucking love them and they weren’t safe and I was useless in finding them.”

Both men stare at each other, not uttering a single word after Bucky’s breakdown. They don’t exchange any more words thereafter.

When you wake up both of your parents are sitting next to you along with one of your best friends. That alone is practically a miracle given that your dad and your best friend are never in the same room.

Your dad calls out your name as soon as he sees you’re awake. Pepper, your step-mother that you consider your real mom, goes to get someone. Your best friend Bucky stays put in his seat, his hands twitching, aching to be near you.

“Hey, sweetheart, you’re okay. You’re safe now.” He’s crying. You know it’s serious when your dad is crying. How long had you been captured for?

You try to reach out for your dad but you still can’t feel your arm. Brows furrowed, you look down at the site of your injections to see it missing. Eyes blown wide, your heart starts beating faster. Tears form in your eyes as you panic. Where is your arm? What’s going on?

“Hey, it’s okay, it’s okay, just breathe for me, okay? Everything is going to be okay.”

“Dad, what… where… what happened,” you choke out.

“Your arm was really badly infected. The only thing they could do was amputate it. I’m so sorry, honey.”

“No, no, no, why?” you cried out. This isn’t fair.

Tony wrapped his arms around you,

and you cried into his shoulder. The doctor comes into your room not long after, and checks up on you. She makes sure everything is alright before leaving you.

“Stark?” Your heart beats out of your chest, having forgotten that Bucky has been in the room this whole time.

“Is it okay if I have a little time…”

Your father huffs, frowning deeply. “Fine, but just know I’m not happy about it.”

“I know,” Bucky dejectedly sighs. When your father is out of the room Bucky picks up the conversation. “So… I’d ask you how you’re doing, but I’m pretty sure you’ll punch me for it.”

You both chuckle. Bucky has never been one to be real sappy, and you like that. Especially now that everyone is going to be asking you that god forsaken question nonstop.

“I missed you…”

You smile. “I missed you too, Buckaroo.”

He shakes his head, “I even missed that stupid nickname.” You gasp, feigning shock.

“Don’t tell the others,” he warns, a small smile still on his handsome face.

“Your secret is safe with me.” You wink at him. You notice him shift uncomfortably as he frowns. “What’s wrong?”

Bucky opens his mouth to confess everything. To tell you how much he loves you. How much he cherishes every moment spent with you. He longs to tell you that you’re the only one he thinks about before going to bed and when he wakes up. He yearns to tell you how he needs you like he needs the very air he breathes.

Bucky’s past self would be kicking him if he could see him now.

He gets a text on his phone and ignores it. He has to tell you. Another ding from his phone and he wants to chuck it across the room. This moment is supposed to be perfect. Yet here he is standing like a bumbling fool with his phone going off like crazy. “Sorry,” he mumbles, taking out his damn phone.

Shock registers on his features when he reads “Stop staring at her like a gaping fish and just ask her already.” Bucky looks around the room with narrowed eyes.

“Buck?”

His heart stops hearing your small voice. How the hell is he supposed to ask you out when your father is watching his every move? Bucky take a deep breath and wipes a sweaty palm on his jeans.

“Iwaswonderingifyoumaybewantedtogooutwithmesometime!”

You blankly stare at him. In all the years that you’ve known Bucky, he has never acted like this before. What is going on with him?

“What was that?” You giggle a bit. He looks like he is going to be sick or something.

“I was… well I was just wondering if uh… if you maybe wanted…to go out with me sometime?”

“Is that why you’ve been so nervous?” You smile. He’s so adorable. “Of course I would, Buck!”

He breathes out in relief, shoulders realising their tension as if the weight of a thousand boulders have been released.

“And we already have something in common!”

Bucky furrows his brows. You smile at him and wiggle your stub of an arm.

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thebisexualdogdad · 1 year

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Jason todd x non-binary reader, Jason figuring out his sexuality and trying to understand that no one in the group is going to judge him for liking the reader. Angst ended with some soft comforting 🙏🙏🙏

Jason Todd x GN!reader

Part of Jason always knew he wasn't straight.

He found people of all genders attractive but growing up a street kid meant he was surrounded by generally shitty people so he never explored his sexuality and only ever dated women out of fear of being judged or worse.

When he joined the Titans he secretly hooked up with a couple of guys confirming to himself that he was indeed bisexual.

Then he met you and he fell hard.

The entire team was super supportive and accepting of you being non binary but when Jason realized he had feelings for you he was too afraid to ever act on them.

One night the two of you were drinking and in a tipsy haze Jason kissed you but he freaked out realizing what he had done and ran off proceeding to avoid you for days.

"Okay Jason what the actual hell," you say dragging him into an empty room at Titans tower not able to take it anymore after having to save his ass from a bunch of super powered goons working for Bane.

"I don't know what you're talking about," he replies, wiping away blood on his face.

"You kiss me and then don't talk to me for a week? Worst of all you almost got yourself killed tonight because you went on patrol without me!" You shout.

"I told you from the beginning I work better alone," he huffs.

"How many times do I have to tell you Jason that you're not alone anymore, we are a team," you say smacking his shoulder which makes him wince.

"And what if the team doesn't like who I really am?" Jason questions.

"Tell me who you are Jason," you state.

Jason just stares at you for a moment before speaking, "I… I'm bisexual."

That was the first time Jason ever said those words out loud and it's like a weight was lifted off his shoulders.

"Jay, I promise you no one here would ever judge you for that," you assure him, "do you not remember when Hank literally beat a guy up for purposely misgendering me?"

"When I was younger I had to listen to so many people say so much homophobic bullshit I guess it just stuck with me," he confesses.

"I'm so sorry you had to go through that and that you felt like you had to hide this part of yourself for so long," you say, taking his hand to comfort him.

"There's something else," Jason says shyly.

"What's that?"

"I like you Y/N."

"I like you too," you chuckle, "a lot actually."

"Can I… kiss you again?" He asks nervously, biting his bottom lip.

"Only if you don't run away this time," you smile.

"I won't," he says, cupping your cheeks with his hands and eagerly kissing you, letting out all of the feelings he had pent up and pushed away for the last year.

A few days later you and Jason walk into the tower living room hand in hand and the rest of the team happily look at you two.

"I have something to announce," Jason says confidently, "I'm bisexual and Y/N and I are dating."

"Well finally," Dick chuckles.

Jason is confused as to why it appears no one is surprised by this news.

"Come on Jason, even Connor figured out you were crushing on Y/N months ago," Gar laughs.

"We are so happy that you finally felt comfortable coming out to us," Kory smiles at him, "and you two make a very cute couple."

You squeeze Jason's hand and smile at him, all of his fears fading away.

Never did Jason think he would feel this safe and accepted or this loved.

#titans imagine #jason todd imagine #jason todd x reader #x gender neutral reader #fic

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palmofafreezinghand · 6 months

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thanksgiving of 1921

Esme encourages Carlisle and Edward to celebrate Thanksgiving for the first time in their supernatural lives. on ao3 here.

November 1921.

Esme held the yarn hank in either one of her hands, the fiber stretched taut between her hands, as Carlisle sat in front of her, winding the yarn into a working ball. It was a scene Carlisle thought greatly resembled J.C. Leyendecker’s painting, Lovebirds.

Carlisle had been attempting to teach her to knit for a few weeks; he was not the first, and judging by how she took to the skill he was confident he would not be the last, to embark on this endeavor.

During that particular evening’s lesson, Esme had snapped three metal knitting needles and managed to knot a skein in such a knot it should be impossible. Rather than unknot the tangled yarn, and make them both miserable, Carlisle decided to start from scratch and unpackage a new hank. Perhaps, he was making the lesson too difficult, although he hardly thought casting on was a difficult step.

“Carlisle, I must admit I admire your determination, ” Edward laughed as he walked into the living room, flipping through a new book of sheet music.

Edward had given up teaching Esme how to play the piano — correction how to play the piano well — she had played throughout her childhood. Six missed notes, failure to keep proper tempo, and a few harsh words made Edward realize he would rather be Esme’s friend than have an enemy who was a skilled musician.

“Esme, I admire your self-restraint even more.”

Edward had been Carlisle’s student on multiple occasions and had wanted to kill him every single time. It was impossible to learn from someone who was perfection personified and had expectations higher than Heaven.

“He’s quite charming when he’s attempting to teach me,” Esme grinned. “He gets this concentrated look on his face…” she trailed off, although Edward could still hear her train of thought.

“Gross,” Edward muttered, nose wrinkling as he set the sheet music down on his piano.

“You find me charming?” Carlisle asked with a smirk, leaning forward in his chair.

“Not when you acknowledge it,” she said, leaning forward as well so their faces were a half foot apart. Eyes at the same plane engaged in one of their typical staring contests, thoughts disgusting in their mutual adoration.

“You two are insufferable,” Edward groaned.

“Shall I remind you, we were both happy to never confess our feelings for one another but you insisted on playing matchmaker,” Carlisle recited, it was his typical defense for whenever Edward ranted and raved about the relationship he arranged, which was often. “Furthermore, you walked into a room you knew we were both in.”

“I thought you two deserved to be happy. I did not realize it would come at my expense,” Edward countered.

Edward’s back was to the couple, only able to see them through the other’s eyes, but he immediately turned around when he saw Esme’s face fall, clouded by Carlisle’s nauseating mental commentary about her eyes and how deeply she felt her emotions.

She was looking at the ground, “Are you truly unhappy about… this?” She motioned to herself and Carlisle with her hand. She thought the word ‘relationship’ but was unable to muster the courage to verbally acknowledge it as such, doing so would leave room for Carlisle to deny they were in one which she was confident he would do. The thought would be comical if it were not sad.

“No, Esme,” Edward said sincerely. “I am perpetually a teenager and by nature must complain about something. You have prohibited me from complaining about this eternal damnation and have left me no choice but to complain about your love.”

Esme’s jaw dropped slightly, her eyes widening, and brows raising. “We have not used that word,” she whispered as if Carlisle could not hear them and was not currently looking at her with a similar look of shock.

“You have not?” Edward stammered. The two had certainly thought it thousands of times. Even a telepath would be able to see they loved each other, could they not recognize it?”

“We have not,” Carlisle said. ‘Who’s trust are you betraying, Edward?’ Carlisle mentally asked, knowing quite well he had spent the better part of that morning waxing poetically about his unconditional love for the woman sitting across from him.

‘You promised me you would not tell him,’ Esme thought.

Oh no. They could only expect so much from him, truly did they think he could keep every single thought they had hidden away forever? Although, asking for him to keep their largest secret seemed the bare minimum.

Edward’s anxious spiral was abruptly cut off by Esme’s infectious laughter, Carlisle’s boisterous laugh joining not long after.

“Oh, look at his face,” Esme said between laughs, squeezing Carlisle’s knee.

“That was quite fun,” Carlisle grinned, “he was so worried.”

“Are you two done?” Edward grumbled, turning back to his instrument.

“We apologize,” Carlisle said.

“I don’t, it was awfully humorous.”

Edward sighed, beginning to play scales he no longer needed but worked on simply out of tradition. “You two have used that word?” He asked quietly.

“Oh, he said it before I even kissed him.”

“And quite a few times after,” Carlisle said. Edward was unsure of the movement Carlisle made with this line but was unfortunately quite aware of the effect it had on Esme.

“I amend my previous statement, your happiness is my torture.”

“We love you,” Esme said in a sing-song voice.

“And each other,” Carlisle smiled.

“That’s enough.”

“Apologies,” Esme said, drawing her hands back to herself, something Edward knew only through Carlisle’s pathetic mourning of the touch. “How was school?”

“Fine enough. I will admit I am thankful I do not have to attend classes for the rest of the week.”

“Why not?”

“Thanksgiving.”

“Thanksgiving,” Esme said to herself. “Is that this week?”

“Yes, three days from now,” Carlisle said gently, in the same voice he used when teaching her to purl and every time she forgot something.

“I never know what day it is anymore,” she laughed, but Edward could feel the pain behind the sentiment. ‘The year has gone by so quickly.’

“Today is Monday, the twenty-first of November,” Carlisle said.

“Thank you.”

The three returned to their tasks, Carlisle and Esme rewinding their yarn, Edward attempting to attack his newest sonata.

After ten minutes or so of comfortable silence Esme spoke. “I know you do not celebrate Christmas,” she said, repeating a lie Edward and Carlisle had crafted previously that month. It was an effort to not pressure her into celebrating before she was ready since the holiday was mere days before the first anniversary of the worst day of her life. “Do you celebrate any other holidays? Birthdays, Easter, Thanksgiving, anything?”

“Thanksgiving?” Edward scoffed. “The day of feasting on foods we can never eat.”

“It is a day for gratitude and spending time with loved ones,” Esme corrected him, hazy flashes of large family dinners in her mind. “As well as eating an absurd amount of apple pie, but I can not do that anymore so focus on the first sentiment please.”

“You wish to express your gratitude this year of all years?” Edward asked dismissively. Her eternal optimism was cloying at best.

‘Edward,’ Carlisle mentally scolded. It had been a careful balance — one neither man was confident they were on the right side of — managing a harsh tone and the rich devastating history that had been suddenly introduced into their lives.

“I see no reason not to be thankful. I am alive are I not?”

“That is up for debate,” Edward said, glancing back at her with a smile, assuring her his tone was one of familiarity, not anger or disdain.

She rolled her eyes in response, turning her attention to Carlisle. “I do not know how you managed living with someone so depressing all these years.”

“Do not discredit his influence on my worldview, Esme. His thoughts put my anxiety to shame.”

“There, you have something to be thankful for,” Esme laughed. Her mind was still focused on vague memories of moments spent with her family, helping an older woman, possibly her grandmother, in the kitchen, and playing games in the yard with her brother and cousins.

“You can not truly wish to celebrate Thanksgiving,” Edward blew air out of his nose. “What would you suggest we do to commemorate the holiday, Esme? Feast on deer laid out on our finest china, drink a squirrel out of crystal flutes?”

“Perhaps it was a foolish idea,” Esme muttered.

“I did not think so,” Carlisle said, speaking for the first time in minutes. Edward was unable to discern by Carlisle’s thoughts if he was saying this to appease Esme or if he was truly unable to recognize any of her ideas as foolish. “I am working on Thursday evening but I do not have to work on Tuesday and Wednesday. Perhaps we could travel up North to hunt? It may not be an apple pie but it could be a nice change of pace.”

“Truly?” Esme asked as if Carlisle had offered such a plan simply to tease her.

“If you would like, I think it might be an enjoyable trip.”

“Oh, that would be lovely!” She leaned forward, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek, one hand coming up to caress his jaw.

Carlisle mentally thanked God he was unable to blush. “Truthfully I have never celebrated the holiday before, but I have been fascinated by its evolution over the years. I think it could be a fascinating endeavor, even if our celebrations must be slightly untraditional.”

“Your first Thanksgiving!” Esme smiled, clasping her hands together.

“This is an absolutely foolish plan,” Edward groused.

“Edward, please say you will accompany us,” Esme pleaded, taking a seat on the edge of his piano bench, her back to the piano.

Edward paused for a moment as if there was ever a possibility he would not attend the trip. “Not without complaint,” he finally said.

“But you will?”

“I will,” he muttered, transitioning to a piece he knew Esme found ‘far too angry.’

Less than twenty-four hours after the group of three had hatched their plan they were gathered in the foyer, preparing to traipse out into the wilderness to celebrate a vampiric Thanksgiving.

“Are the coordinating outfits necessary?” Edward grumbled as Esme stood on her tiptoes to slip a rust-colored beanie on his head.

In the hours that had passed since Carlisle, and a reluctant Edward, agreed to go on a holiday hunt, Esme and Carlisle had made a breakthrough in their knitting lessons. Overnight, Esme was able to create a simple rectangle, albeit a quite lopsided triangle. She had utilized these rudimentary knitted shapes to make a hat for Edward, a scarf uneven in width for Carlisle, and herself a pair of mittens with no thumbs.

“It’s a tradition,” she beamed, pulling at the hat so it lay well. He could see the memories of Thanksgiving of her childhood, a time for hastily finishing winter preparations. Each year her mother would comb through the family’s winter wardrobe and find a way to replace what was missing or outgrown, either by crafting or clever sourcing.

“Do you have any other traditions you are going to force us to indulge in?”

“I object to the word force,” she said pointedly.

‘Edward, please be nice. For some reason this appears to be important to her,’ Carlisle thought from his bedroom, where he was changing into a sweater that better matched the scarf Esme had given him.

“I will admit I am interested in tasting turkey,” Edward admitted, attempting to be nice about the silly plan.

“Poultry is an acquired taste,” Carlisle said, fetching both his and Esme’s unnecessary coats from the closet. He slipped her coat over her arms and onto her shoulders. She shot him an appreciative smile, tying her belt.

“Have you ever had beef?” Esme asked as Carlisle opened the front door, holding it open for them.

“Once, I was quite desperate. I do not recommend it.”

Esme laughed, stopping mid-step as she passed Edward, finally noticing what was tucked under his elbow. “What is that?”

“A football,” Edward admitted quietly. “My cousins and I would play every year before dinner. I thought… perhaps the three of us might want to throw one around.” He kicked a piece of dust with the toe of his boot.

“Oh you sap,” Esme laughed. “This is an absolutely foolish plan,” she mocked in a voice that did not sound like him at all, no matter what Carlisle thought.

Edward tossed the ball at her, attempting to quiet her teasing, but she caught it at the last second, tossing it back to Edward as she bounded down the front porch steps. Perhaps this would not be so torturous.

#esme cullen #carlisle cullen #edward cullen #my stories

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rosemary-morgan · 1 year

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Connor(RK800) X F.Reader - Safe heaven (Part 1)

(Pictures are not mine! Found on Pinterest/Google - Collage made by myself. OC Steven belongs to me.)

Many thanks to @fangirl-ramblings 🖤 she has been beta reading for me 🌹

Warning: mention of domestic violance! hurt and comfort, angst, reader is very affraid!

Summary: Connor always made you feel safe and protected. Oh, but if only Connor had seen the signs earlier, he could have gotten you out of your hell faster...

👉Read part 2

Connor(RK800) X F.Reader - Safe heaven (Part 1)

Detroit Police Department

19 May 2040 - 22:45

Michigan, Detroit

"How does that feel, you piece of shit?"

Hank looked at the young man in front of him, his nose already smeared with blood. Handcuffed, he sat in the interrogation room and Hank was more than determined to make this bastards life miserable.

"Well, talk!"

But Hank was only met with a hateful glare and Hank was losing his patience!

"You picked the wrong girl, asshole! Sucks when she's got cop in the family, huh? Son of a bitch!"

Hank wasn't shy about getting physical. Who was going to do anything about it? For Hank, there were no rules at the moment. Besides, rules were made to be broken. Especially since he had already given Steven a bloody nose even before he brought him to the police station.

"I don't know what that crazy bitch told you! I didn't do anything..."

Without warning, Hank punched him right in the face and this time the man groaned loudly.

"FUCK!"

"You're not getting out of here alive, Steven. I know for a fact that you did this to her. You fucking scumbag!"

"The whore has started! She provoked me!"

And another punch in the face! Hank could go on like this all night long. Steven had just confessed that he had attacked Y/N.

"Just give me one reason, and I'll blow your fucking brain out!"

And when Hank Anderson was pissed, he was capable of anything! Especially when it came to protecting his loved ones and Y/N was very important to him.

"ANDERSON!"

And just as it was starting to get fun for Hank, his boss interrupted him. Unlike Hank, Fowler kept strictly to the rules. However, this one didn't know anything about this particular case yet...

Anderons looked at Y/N tormentor with hatred, leaning out towards him.

"You won’t escape me," he whispered threateningly, making Steven visibly nervous.

At the same time in Hank's apartment...

"Y/N?"

The young woman was completely beside herself, not even hearing Connor at first. The android had been very careful not to startle her, making his voice sound melancholic, so that she knew she was safe here. Here, with him. Connor looked at the young woman with concern as she sat huddled on the sofa, staring off into space. She was chewing on her fingers; her gaze seeming so blank, but at the same time you could see the countless tears running down her cheeks. Probably everything was playing out in her mind's eye at the moment. Her body was trembling and Connor feared that Y/N would not forget so easily. Inwardly, the android sighed, wondering over and over why people hurt each other. The android approached her carefully, kneeling on the ground in front of her, so as not to startle her.

"Y/N?"

This time she responded. Her gaze sought his. His warm, loving gaze that she had always liked.

"You don't have to be afraid. He can't hurt you anymore."

Not as long as Connor was with her. And Hank would never let anything happen to the young woman either. Y/N let out a sob, but nodded before her face turned back to sadness and finally burst into tears. She let herself fall forward, right into Connor's shoulder, seeking comfort from him. Carefully, Connor wrapped his arms around her delicate body, trying to soothe her by stroking her back and letting her cry on his shoulder, until she would calm down.

Here they sat now, in Hank's apartment, while the lieutenant at the station was giving hell to the man that had hurt Y/N.

"You were very brave today, Y/N," Connor whispered to her as he gently stroke through her hair. She moved a bit away from him, to look at him. Into his brown doe eyes that radiated so much warmth.

"I-I'm so glad you guys are here!"

She sobbed softly, wiping tears from her cheeks as she clung to Connor's gray jacket with her other hand. The android smiled warmly at her, nodding. Hank and he would always be there for her.

Connor stayed seated with her until she calmed down a bit.

"Would you like some tea, Y/N? Or would you like something to eat? Do you want me to order something to eat?"

But the young woman wasn't hungry. She just shook her head, smiling weakly. It was sweet how much Connor cared about her.

"No, thanks. I don't want anything right now."

Suddenly Sumo, Hank's big dog, came over, sniffing at Y/N first before nudging her with his nose and eventually resting his head on her lap. Loving as the young woman was, she stroked his thick, soft fur and sighed contentedly. Connor stroked him as well, and the dog couldn't be more comfortable at the moment. However, Sumo felt her pain and that made him sad too.

"When is Hank coming?" the young woman asked. Hank was like family to her. He had known her father well, always remembering Hank's countless visits when she was a child. After all, she was almost like a daughter to him.

"Hank's still at the office. I don't think he'll be back so soon."

Connor knew what Hank would do to Y/N's tormentor, and honestly, Connor would love to keep him company and beat some manners into Steven. Is that how you treat a woman? When Connor had found her an hour ago, her face had been streaked with tears and her nose had been smeared with blood, her top completely torn... Clearly she had been abused by her boyfriend and Connor was very glad that Y/N had asked Hank for help. She was very lucky they were both nearby. Worse things could have happened.

"Is he going to jail, Connor?"

The desperate look on her face nearly killed Connor. She was terrified of Steven and he could understand that. The android sensed an increased heart rate from her. Her body temperature changed, and when Connor reached for her hands, her fingers were so cold.

"Hey... It's going to be okay. You're safe with me."

Carefully, he lifted her chin, searching the look in her eyes that held so much fear and pain. What had this man done to her? How many days and months had she gone through this now? Connor wished he had realized all of this sooner.

"Hank and I will make sure he stays locked up!"

Hank and Connor had arrested Steven while still on the scene. Steven had been carrying a knife, had been yelling like a madman, threatening Y/N. This was clear evidence that would lead to Steven's arrest.

"I'm so scared. What if..."

Connor knew exactly what she was about to say and he interrupted her immediately.

"No, Y/N. He won't dare come near you and he will be condemned. However, you must agree to testify against him."

Connor could imagine how difficult this would be for the young woman.

"I-I... oh God, Connor..."

How was she going to do this? All she wanted was to forget and live a normal life! To have her old life back, before she had met Steven. Why had this demon come into her life? Why hadn't she noticed the red flags right away?

Y/N's whole body started to shake and Connor sat down with her on the sofa, gently pulling her into his arms, something Y/N appreciated at the moment. While burying her face deep into his chest, she could sense the fragrance of his aftershave. Aftershave? Certainly unusual for an android, but a lot had changed in the last two years. Especially after the revolution of the machines. Connor was no longer a programmed android who only took orders. No, he was an individual person who could feel emotions like sadness and love. Fears and worries; and right now, all his worry was on Y/N.

Connor was a little surprised when Y/N laid her head on his lap while stretching the rest of her body on the sofa. Connor's eyes were completely on her as he gently stroked through her soft hair, silently being there for her. It wasn't long before Y/N fell asleep from exhaustion. Finally, after so many months, she could sleep again. Without having to fear that she would be harmed in her sleep. She knew Connor was with her, and on top of that, she was in Hank's home. Her safe place was right here. Connor watched over her and he imagined all she had been through with Steven. She was so exhausted, completely broken down, and in the last few weeks she had laughed less and less. Connor hadn't known her like this. When he had first met her two years ago, she had been full of life. Her beautiful smile, her friendly nature was special in this cold world. And then Steven had taken this from her piece by piece. He was so infinitely sorry to see her in this condition.

"Don't be afraid. I will always be with you."

He was her angel who would protect her...

Careful not to wake her, Connor disengaged from her, only to gently pick her up in his arms, taking her to the guest room. She was fast asleep, the android could tell by her breathing. He laid her down in bed, covering her so she wouldn't get cold.

"Good night, Y/N..."

He bent down to her, gently kissed her forehead and stayed with her for quite a while...

As the first rays of sunlight fell through the window and warmed Y/N's skin, the young woman gently sighed as she slowly awoke from her sleep. At first, she didn't know where she was and her eyes searched the room, yet she was deeply wrapped in the sheets and she wouldn't dare get out of bed so quickly before she understood where she actually was. But when the memories came up so slowly, she understood immediately. She was more than relieved to be at Hank place.

"Thank God," she whispered as she threw herself on her back and stroked her hair. "Dear Lord, thank you..."

Instantly, Steven crept into her thoughts and fear overcame her again. What if he sought her out? What if Hank had to let him go again after all? She felt sick, her stomach tightening painfully at the thought. She pulled the blanket over her again and hid under the sheets, seeking shelter and protection as she began to cry.

"Connor..."

Was he still here?

"Connor? Connor!"

A few seconds later, the android was standing at the door, looking anxiously at the young woman who was looking at him for help. His LED glowed a deep yellow. Had she had a nightmare? Usually, after traumatic experiences, people tend to relive many things in their sleep.

"Y/N? What's wrong?"

The android sat down with her and the young woman instantly snuggled against his chest, sighing in relief as she felt Connor's strong arms around her.

"It's all right now", she whispered. Connor smiled at her words, his LED glowing a bright blue again.

"Did you have a bad dream, Y/N?"

"No", she whispered as Connor gently stroked through her hair. "I was just afraid you wouldn't be around..."

"I'll always be there," he replied softly, hugging her a little tighter to give his words even more expression. The young woman felt very comfortable around the android and she didn't feel any fear at the moment either.

"Are you hungry, Y/N?" Connor asked her after a while, but the young woman just shook her head. She had no appetite. Connor didn't think this was a good idea, but he couldn't force her to eat anything. Still, he tried to reason with her, because eventually a hot meal certainly wouldn't go amiss.

"I know you don't have any appetite. But maybe try some fruit and yogurt first? Or maybe even some pancakes?"

The young woman seemed to think about it before sighing deeply and finally agreeing to his suggestion.

"Okay, Connor."

Satisfied with her answer, the android smiled.

"Okay, then I'll prepare some for you quickly!"

The young woman ran a few recipes through her head, because pancakes with fruit and fresh yogurt sounded really good! Fluffy and delicious! Just comfort food! Wait, Connor would make them? She had to smile at the thought, because the fact that he was going to the effort to do this for her was sweet.

Then Connor rose to leave before Y/N gently grabbed his hand and looked up at him.

"Thank you, Connor. For caring so much."

And in his eyes she suddenly saw that gleam, that look of affection, which made her heart beat faster for a moment.

"No need to mention it, Y/N."

Because she was incredibly important to him, and he wanted her to be okay. Most of all, that she felt safe and secure around him. Connor would really do anything to see her smile again.

"Connor! Y/N?"

Hank brought the android out of his thoughts. The lieutenant must have been done with the interrogation and was certainly tired. After all, he had been out all night.

"Over here, Hank!" called Connor to the man. Y/N rose from her spot and met Hank halfway. She immediately wrapped her arms around him and he held her close.

"Hey, kiddo. How are you doing?"

Hank sounded tired and exhausted.

"Connor's with me. I'm fine with him," she whispered, and those were the exact words Hank had wanted to hear.

"Good. Have you had breakfast yet?"

"Not yet. But Connor's about to make some pancakes."

At that, the lieutenant raised a brow.

"'Him? Pancakes? Are you sure, Y/N?"

"You want some, too, Lieutenant?"

"Sure, Connor! There's nothing like having to spend all day in the shithouse, after eating your pancakes!"

It was meant as a joke, and it didn't miss its mark, as the young woman laughed. Hank really couldn't imagine Connor cooking up something like that. But what could he say? He trusted the android as he had surprised him so many times in many ways. Probably this would be the best pancakes Hank would ever have.

But for Y/N now, of course, was interested to know what would happen to Steven now.

"Hank?"

Her serious and, at the same time, worried expression, made the smile on Hank's face slowly but surely disappear.

"Come. Let's sit down, Y/N."

Hank gently took her by the hand and led the young woman to the sofa, where he sat down with her. She looked at him with curiosity and her heart hammered madly, her hands getting cold all over again as she got all nervous. Hopefully Hank would have some good news for her.

"Y/N, we need your report."

"B-But... I don't have to see him, do I?"

The lieutenant shook her head. She wouldn't cross his path, he had made sure of that.

"No. But you have to tell us... everything," he said softly, before running a hand through his hair. He didn't like the idea of the young woman being pressured into telling the police everything in detail either. He was afraid to hear what had happened. What that bastard had done to her. But Hank knew that it could help to put Steven in jail for several years.

Connor listened to the conversation while he took care of breakfast. Sumo was not far from his feet, dozing off. Connor's LED lit up yellow again when he thought of Steven. This guy had been suspicious to him from the beginning and he cursed himself for not noticing sooner what an asshole this guy was. But he was all the more proud of Y/N for being such a brave woman.

"Okay, Hank. But I'm only going to talk to you and Connor..."

Hank nodded as he put his hand on her shoulder. Just Connor and him.

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