#Hank’s gonna go blind

[glass-noodle]

it glows brighter when he’s happier

#Hank’s gonna go blind #hankcon #dbh #detroit become human #dbh fanart #detroit become human fanart #Hank x connor #hannor #conhank #dbh connor #dbh hank #detroit become human connor #detroit become human hank #dbh rk800 #Connor rk800 #Hank anderson #noodle art

[grimoireofhayley]

Of Friends and Horror

Stu Macher x Fem!Reader x Billy Loomis

WARNINGS: Graphic content, Smut (MINORS DNI), Language, Talks of SA, Cheating, Obsessiveness, Gore, 18+ Content, Stalking, Possessiveness, Dirty talk, Religion talk, Suppressed Mental Health problems (I.e., reader has some issues that she isn't aware of)

Word Count: 1k

Tag List: @ev3ningrain @nerdytif @fanfic-enjoyer123 @darkenwolfie @juda-the-simp @colsons-baker @junnniiieee07 @octaviablakeslove

A/n: YES, two chapters in one night? Let’s gooo! I was squealing and kicking my feet like any normal 23 year old would writing Fanfiction, lmao. This is by far my favourite chapter ever written, let me know what you think! Did I get Billy’s personality a-okay?

All chapter links! 👇🏻👇🏻👇🏻

OF&H Masterlist

Chapter 9

Billy ignored your attempt at trying to help him, though, it was true, it wasn’t entirely…

He did kill Casey and Steve that night, but he didn’t do it alone, Stu was with him, he did just as much as he did. After the slaughtering was done, he made it clear to Stu that he needed an alibi, hence his short and brief sexual encounter with Sidney before he went to your house for ‘help.’

Billy hated how you were covering for him despite not knowing what was happening, you were smart, but stupid, stupid enough to believe him. You knew better than to do that. However, what he didn’t get was why Stu decided to go to your place, when he knew Billy was going to try and murder Sidney tonight.

He overheard other officers talking about another incident involving the ghost face that took place at your house, something about a heart in a box and a mask that was found… But how could Stu be this dense?

“Officer, I didn’t kill anybody.” Billy defended himself, not wanting to stay the night locked away, especially with his slip up at Sidney’s and Stu’s arrogance because the cops now know there’s two of them instead of one.

“This is bullshit.” You slammed your fist down, startling the taller-male. “He didn’t kill anyone…” Your ears started to flare red.

Officer Brinks drummed his fingers on his lap, “I’m sorry, are you his girlfriend or something? Why are you still here, interfering with my interrogation?”

Your heart skipped a beat at the mere mention of ‘girlfriend.’

“I-I’m not his girlfriend…” You stuttered, “You couldn’t tell by the way he was talking about Sidney? Sidney is his girlfriend…” You licked your lips, looking away, confidence coming back. “I’m just a really good friend who strongly believes he didn’t do it… I mean, the evidence is there. So, why would he try to kill his girlfriend?” You gave the officer a side-eye.

He coughs, clearing his throat, ignoring your comments.

“We’re gonna have to hold you, son, until we get those phone records.” Brinks explains, making Billy look down, upset. A small tear rolling down his cheek as he shakes his leg, nerves taking control of his body.

“This is crazy,” Billy murmurs, turning away, looking at Sidney through the glass pane. “You know that? I didn’t do it.” He finishes.

You step in front of the window, closing the blinds, shielding Billy from Sidney’s scared gaze. “Bil, look at me…” You mumble, taking your index finger and placing it under his chin, tilting his head upwards to look at you. “Can you two give us a moment…” You asked both Hank and Brinks, “Please?”

They nodded, understandingly, leaving the two of you alone.

“I know you didn’t do it and the police will find out soon enough that you didn’t do it, that you didn’t make those calls.” You reassured your friend, trying to cheer him up, “I’m sure it’s all just a big misunderstanding; you know, wrong place wrong time.” You smiled, and for a second, Billy’s eyes softened, his big-brown orbs looked at you with a glint of love and temptation; a hint of possessiveness lingering in them. If only you knew that it was him, that he was the Ghost Face, that these tears and sudden relations with Sidney was all a facade, nothing but lies, he wanted you and only you, he wanted this to be all done, but his revenge was far greater than any feelings he ever had, or was it?

“Billy, honestly, I know you better than any of them; better than Sidney, your father and the police…” You pucker your lips, a small giggle falling from them. “If it was you, I’d know, right? You’d call me to come help with the bodies.” You joked, “We’re a team. We always will be.” You ran your hand through his hair, playing with it, “I would do anything for you.” You blushed, still playing with his strands of brown.

Right then and there, he knew.

“Forgive me…” He whispers.

You were confused, but that quickly faded as his lips crashed into yours.

Your grip tightened in his hair out of surprise as he cups your face, kissing you with such force you’ve never seen him do with Sidney.

He knocked the chair over with his body, tumbling forward in the process. His lips never leave your now plump and swollen ones as you kiss back.

You stumbled into the window from Billy’s movement, a quiet thud emitting around the atmosphere.

He moved his hand from your chin, pressing you harder against the pane, the blinds moving ever-so-slightly, but not enough to reveal the heated session surfacing.

He roughly grabs your sides, making your gown shuffle upwards, his thumbs pressing into your skin, leaving dents. It was painful, but also very rewarding. There were sure to be bruises there tomorrow.

“B-Billy…” You moaned, feeling him press his knee against your cunt, a shrill of excitement bubbling inside the pit of your stomach

He continued to kiss you, his face pink with lust, his eyes undressing you, slowly devouring you whole.

“You have no idea how long I waited to do that…” He started breathlessly, letting go of you, but not completely as he fiddled with the hems of your nightgown.

‘God, why am I now just noticing what she’s wearing?’ He thought, biting the tip of his thumb, soaking in your beauty, his one hand never leaving its grasp on you.

You bit your lip, realization finally hitting you in the face like a bunch of bricks.

“Oh, god…” You whispered, “I-I… We can’t…” You mumbled, pushing away, “I have to go…”

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#fanfiction #scream 1996 #billy loomis #billy loomis x female reader #billy loomis x reader #billy x you x stu #scream franchise #stu macher #billy x stu #stu x reader #stu macher x reader #stu macher x female reader #stu macher imagine #billy loomis imagine

[epicqtefail]

i've been so blinded by the dirty nasty fun in all my playthroughs over the past year i've been killing off simon for the mind-meld trauma ive been playing hank vs connor and markus vs connor for the delicious drama that i forgot how scalp-tinglingly, chest-burstingly, gonna throwupily cathartic it is to watch connor finally FINALLY rip down that wall of code, for ALL of them to escape jericho and slow-mo jump into the river,, i'm going to combust im going to eat the controller i need to make my abandoned cringe animatics immediately before i shatter into pieces

#sorry im just like a shaken coke can rn #nearly killed them all though because the R and L in R1/R2/L1/L2 dont register as right and left when im panicking #but i love playing on hard mode the QTEs are so silly

[gazingstarsabove]

DRINK and DRIVE!!

IDEA I GOT AT 4 AM, SORRY IF GRAMMAR IS MESSED UP– HC's of how the fellas would drive!!

–·Hank is not the best driver, think we all can agree on that. He's either always hitting a hundred miles per hour or he's going slug slow, like there's no in between. Hold onto your seats because this man is probably gonna crash at every turn! Does not have a driver's license, nor the knowledge about anything related to cars tbh

–·Ngl but Sanford would be decent, prolly had been a get away driver a couple of times before. In the SQ they'd always pick him to drive, unless he's drunk, that is. I really do feel like he'd have a driver's license but the cars he drives do NOT have any plate number so uh

–·Deimos uhhhhhhhh, he'd drive a motorcycle more than a car my instincts just tell me this guys trust me. But overall he'd be okay, definitely not any better than Hank though. He smokes even when the windows are closed and the AC is on, while you're just choking beside him. Does not have a license

–·Do I really have to talk about Doc? Look, he might be smart and be a (unlicensed) doctor but man, mf gonna be tripping on the wheel. The trunk is probably gonna be open and he wouldn't NOTICE. Claims he has a license, but obviously does not

–·Tricky doesn't need a car, he can go underground and just zoom. He'll probably eat the tires of the cars though, says their very chewy and the flavors differ from car to car. Will literally just sit on the roof of the car while you're driving, you probably won't even notice. Obv does not have a license.

–Auditor would not be the one driving, he has hired agents and get away drivers incase an ambush or anything else happens. He's usually in one of those long ass black cars that only have 3 or 2 people inside, has his own wine collection inside(and soda's). But he won't give you some. I don't really think him having or not having a license would be any different because- it's not him driving!!!

–·The Sheriff knows how to drive, a little bit better than Sanford since he is the sheriff ykyk. If you were to ever sit on the passengers seat, he'll treat you like a damn passenger princess. Will rest his hand on your thigh, tells you to get stuff from areas he can't reach. But overall is a pretty good driver. He has a driver's license, may or may not have some beers behind the trunk.

–·Jeb would be a nice driver too, just don't expect him to talk much. He gets his priorities straight - fixes the rearview mirror, the gears in the right place, his pace not too fast nor too slow, checking his blind spots when backing up. He can be ur personal driver, if he thinks fondly of you. He's a good driver, but mostly just levitates or floats around. Has a license

–·Director Phobos would be much similar to Auditor, maybe they'd even gossip sometimes when they're in the same car. Though unlike Auditor, Phobos is much more talkative, and he has a lot of sass too like goddamn. It's a friday evening and he STILL complains about either the weather or his "great" plans in Nexus Core. He gets out of the car like a princess, one hand on his cape, one hand on the agent's hand. Careful not to trip on his 6 inch heels.

#madness combat #madcom #madness combat hank #madness combat deimos #madness combat sanford #madness combat 2bdammed #madness combat doc #madness combat auditor #madness combat sheriff #madness combat jebus #jebediah christoff #madness combat phobos #director phobos #madness combat tricky

[elvain]

MK's Moves: March Wrap-Up

hi all! here's a little check-in/update for my writing during the month of march. :) i had a really exciting and inspiring month, actually. all the support i have received has been near and dear to my heart. thank you very much.

Chaptered Fics:

At The Heart Of Time: 16/42 chapters. this fic has been my primary focus so far this year - and will continue to be. i have 11 chapters posted and am currently in the process of writing chapter 16!

Forged In Amber: the renowned amnesia fic finally made it to AO3! 7/28 chapters complete, 3 chapters posted. i am really excited to be able to explore Sigrid and Fili's characters in this fic - both together and apart.

A Semblance of my Soul: 2/8 chapters. this fic is absolutely self-indulgent and serves no real purpose beyond being silly :3 simon/hank and steve/tony are all contestants on the famous realty show, Love Is Blind. i'm hoping to get this fic finished this summer.

(sometimes goodbye is a) second chance: 4/4 chapters. i wrote this fic in 2 days for Quicksilver Week 2024, to explore how pietro deals with the revelation that magneto is his real father and how he goes about being a "hero", too.

dream a little dream of me: 13/13 chapters. i finished this fic early on in march! and i am still so, so proud of it. :)

One-Shots:

In The New Dawn: 2.1k words. inspired by/written for a dear friend, hara, this fic has some of the most beautiful prose i've written so far. :) i am immensely proud of it.

Golden: 4k words. this bagginshield one-shot was written for my lovely friend razz's birthday. :) it was so fun to write and i'm very plesaed with how it's turned out!

WORD COUNT (MARCH): 47,761

Goals for April:

You, Me, and the Multiverse, Too - outlined at 20 chapters, this is the Jen/Alison fic that i am always talking about. i just need to get a couple more chapters filed away before it's ready to post. it's gonna be great :)

Performance of the Dead - outlined at 7 chapters, this fic is going to be written for namor week! i just need to fine tune some details and rearrange some things. look for this fic on april 24.

Certain As The Sun - a beauty and the beast themed one-shot that i am going to be working on this month. note: this is NOT an au, just vaguely themed to match the fairytale.

how long can a man go dreaming? - a one-shot related to benjamin percy's latest x-force series. naturally, a wonderbeast one-shot.

April Events:

Glorfindel Week: April 29-May 5

Namor Week: April 24-30

Special Announcement:

this month, my best friends and i launched a brand new fanfic network for marvel comics - excelsiorfics! please take a moment to explore the blog i linked. this network is a labour of love and passion for the community and the team is super excited for what's to come. :)

as always, my askbox is open for any and all questions/comments about my writing. i would love the chance to open up some more about this stuff. :) -> NOTE: if anyone would like to be added or removed to my taglist, please give me a shout.

#writermk #mkmoves #reblogs encouraged!

[positivelybeastly]

💬 Simon, and the subject is pillow talk

"All right, Wondy, so it's like this."

They're stuck on monitor duty again. Well, 'stuck' is a strong word - Hank actually really likes monitor duty, but only if it's with Simon (mysteriously), and Simon seems to like it just because it means he doesn't have to go out, risking life and limb.

He's only recently back from the dead, after all. Hank can understand.

They're about halfway through the jumbo pack of Chinese food they've ordered, and Hank, in particular, insists on delivering his words through mouthfuls of a really rather nice beef chow mein. Go figure.

"Say you've got a girl with you. In your case, it's almost certainly a girl you've managed to charm with my assistance, so you're welcome, well in advance. Say she's really got a thing for the Uncle Elmer Sh - ALL RIGHT, ALL RIGHT!" Hank giggles like a fool as Simon makes to hit him with a scallion pancake.

"Say she's got a thing for . . . okay guys with lantern jaws and B tier movie star looks - that's you, Wondy, by the way. You get to holding hands, you read the signals, you put your hands where she wants you to - I find they usually really like it when you bring your hand up like this and squeeze."

It's very heterosexual, the way Hank brings a hand up to grasp at Simon's side and squeeze, thumb stroking over the muscle. Hoo, there's a lot of muscle.

"You lean in, and - oh yeah, this is probably the point where I have to clarify, she's probably gotta be all right with the eyes, or you're gonna have to do your focus thing to make that go away, 'cause chicks do not dig it when you have shades on when you're intimate. So, you make eye contact, like this."

Hank casually whips off Simon's sunglasses. The eyes don't bother him one bit. Why would they? It's never bothered Simon that Hank's blue, has it? He's never even said a word about it.

There's a crackle in the air that has absolutely nothing to do with the ions that make up Simon's form.

"You lean in, and you give them this look."

It's a very soft, warm, loving look that Hank gives Simon now. Tender. He's such a good actor, he makes it look really quite real, down to that little melancholy tinge of pining and wanting but never quite having.

"They go nuts for that. Then you have to start talking, because that's another thing, chicks do NOT dig it when you're just silent in bed, it creeps them out and they don't like it. Tell a joke, choke out a, 'huhhhh you're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen,' even just a quiet little, 'god,' you know, in that way where you bite your lip and it's like you're a little stunned they're there with you? Like this."

Hank lets out a shuddering, heated little breath, his tongue darting out to very gently card over his lips, and he exhales shakily, squeezing at Simon's side again, letting out an awed little 'god.'

"The squeeze is good if you can do it in concert, that's real good. Action to the words, Wondy, action to the words. Where you go from here is kinda up to you, everyone does their own sort of thing. I like to go a little poetic, especially if the girl's particularly knock out gorgeous."

He leans in close, his nose practically buried in Simon's collarbone. They both stink of Chinese takeout. This is a weird way to do monitor duty. But Hank's voice, which is usually so mile a minute, is all kinds of soft and slow and sumptuous and warm in a way Simon never hears it. It's - kind of - distracting, honestly.

"Busy old fool, unruly sun, why dost thou thus, through windows, and through curtains call on us? Must to thy motions lovers' seasons run?Thy beams, so reverend and strong, why shouldst thou think? I could eclipse and cloud them with a wink, but that I would not lose her sight so long."

Hank hasn't blinked. Not once. Simon has. Plenty.

"If her eyes have not blinded thine, look, and tomorrow late, tell me, whether both th' Indias of spice and mine be where thou leftst them, or lie here with me. Ask for those kings whom thou saw'st yesterday, and thou shalt hear, all here in one bed lay."

This is - really detailed. Simon thinks he's learning a lot. Hank's even showing him how to reach up and gently tuck a stray hair behind his ear, just like you would for your girl. Of course. Good friend, Hank. The best.

"He's all states, and all princes, I. Nothing. Else. Is."

There's a silence between them. Hank's . . . all but draped across Simon, now, their chests pressed against one another, blue fingers cupping a Hollywood cheekbone while blazing red eyes trace the contours of a jawline that every woman this side of the Hudson loves to bits.

Hank clears his throat.

"She's, all states. Sorry. Flubbed the line."

They withdraw.

"So yeah, that's basically how you do it. Pass me the szechuan dumplings, would you, Wondy?"

Simon does, even as he thinks.

Hank never flubs a line.

"I mean, that's how I'd do it, anyway."

#defyxoblivion #verse: earth's mightiest! #monologue meme

[athenswrites]

OC vs Cockroach

@the-down-upside-finch tagged me in this and I'm gonna tag @anyablackwood @thetruearchmagos @indecentpause @druidx and whoever else wants to play (no pressure)

Rules: Rate your OCs on how well they’d fare against a cockroach

(For this one, we're gonna get a main character from each of my WIPS >:) because i love y'all and you deserve it)

Piers: 8/10 They'll jump and maybe screech from being startled, especially if it's close by, but they can squash it and clean it up after a bit

Brigid: 0/10 They do not do bugs. Like, at all. Melody will have to come evict it from their dorm room. Alternatively, they'll panic and try to set it on fire and likely scorch a couple other things in the process.

Izumi: 2/10 oh god the way they move Izumi will scream and will make Lapis or Andy come kill it. If she's left to her own devices, there's a 50/50 chance she'll either smash it with her shoe or just cry until it goes away. She's forgetful enough though that she will forget it existed though after a few hours...

Garlan: 10/10 This woman will pick that bug up barehanded and toss it out the window. Her office is covered in papers and stray offerings so roaches (or equivalent in her world) are pretty common

Bithos: 9/10 Smash that fucker, no hesitation, but he might get a little grossed out trying to clean it up.

Cassander: 2/10 No thank you. He will actively call Felix, who is on a mission, to come get it. If it disappears, he will burn the entire house down rather than it come back. (He's not scared of them, but he finds them weird and unnerving).

Alyx: 5/10 Might have a hard time finding the roach (blind) and will absolutely panic if he loses it. If she does find it, she can kill it and toss it without a problem.

Jesse: -10/10 Screaming crying, Lucio has to come get it before he has a mental breakdown (again)

Carter: 10/10 Easy peasy, will pick the bug up and gently place it outside, much to the horror of his husband who is terrified of roaches

Hank: 7/10 Despite being a farming man, he does NOT like how they move. He can get it killed (eventually) but it might take him a minute or to to get the guts to kill it.

LeBlanc: -1000000/10 He opened a package of wafers once and there was one inside the box that fell on him and the poor man has never been the same. He will scream like a little girl and someone else (Micah) will have to come kill it. If it somehow goes missing, he will never step foot in that room again unless it is killed.

Alba Grey: 5/10 Depends. If she's trying to impress Mavi and/or Tabs, she can do it easy peasy, but if she's alone? She might have a slight crying session and have to summon all of her courage to smack it with her shoe. (Don't let the badass exterior fool you)

Karson: ???/10 Isn't bothered by bugs in his space. The only reason he'll even deal with it is if August sees it and gets scared.

Cal: 0/10 NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE this boy does not do bugs (although there is a chance he'll think it's a hallucination instead and just ignore it in hopes it'll go away....)

Eddie: 10/10 This man can deal with bugs so easily. Smashed and cleaned up before anyone (his daughter) notices

#writeblr #writing tag game #tag game #character development #oc tag game #oc #original character #athens answers

[plentyoffandoms]

Can you do another Angel one where the reader went to high school with Angel they where best friend, she was meant to leave and go to college but didn't she stay and help pops in the shop, around the yard and anything the MC needed because she loves Angel and when Ez went to prison the family was broken in two she got her doctoring in town so if the MC need help she was there. Bishop adopt her as his daughter and anyone messes with her he doesn't stand by. When AidlitaComes in the picture Angel pushes the reader away but she doesn't go far because pops, and the MC are her family, Ez is home too and she feels something is up with him and when she finds out about the deal she goes off on him, and even pops, days go by and she only sees certain members of the MC at times, Angel has completely cut her off because of Aidlita and she is broken she knows she loves him but he doesn't love her the same, so she trys to move onAidlita leaves Angel and isn't planning on coming back and Angel is broken just like she was without her best friend for weeks, and she doesn't give she gives him the cold shoulder she doesn't talk to him right away she even has dates but no one is Angel, Bishop puts Angel in his place one night after a meeting about her and her heart and Angel knew all along about her feels towards him, his feels are the same but he didn't want to lose her because she has been foreverThe one person he could count one, he feels like shit because Aidlita and he may have lost you because he wanted to get his dick wet and he didn't want to man up and tell you how he truly feel about you. But He doesn't care no more he wants you and only you he comes over to your house, he had no one left, right now pop's lied to him over ez, ez was using him Aidlita was using him too and you aren't talking to him but that stops he comes and tells you how he feels about You and you two get together 5 parts please

Angel Reyes x f/Reader

Main Masterlist ♡ Mayans MC Masterlist ♡ Angel Masterlist

Warnings: Some swearing. Drinking, mention of drug use.

Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.

Gifs and photos do not belong to me.

I hope you like it. I am sorry it took so long to get out.

Also only one part. Hope you still like it.

Summary: f/Reader is the longtime bestfriend of Angel Reyes. She helps out the Club whenever she can as well as his Pops. She is also the adopted daughter of Bishop. She has one secret that she has kept to herself for years. That secret finally comes out.

YN's POV:

I should of listened to everyone back in highschool. They could clearly see who he was and I was blinded by the ill-fated crush I still have on him.

"Angel Reyes isn't a good guy."

"Angel Reyes is gonna end up in jail one day."

"Angel Reyes is gonna mess up your life if you stay around him."

The last one was what my Mom said to me when she found me crying over him once again.

It was one of the few things I can remember about her that wasn't her using or drinking. Or coming home to her completely passed out.

I still remember the last time I saw her. Came home to her laying on the couch. I was started to clean up the mess she left and I remember touching her leg and it was cold.

I dropped what was in my arms and tried to wake her up. I found her phone as I didn't have one yet and called 911. I also called Angel and the one other person who I have always considered to be a Father-figure.

Bishop was there before Angel was.

I found out later one that Angel was on a date with some girl and didn't bother to pick up the phone.

I didn't talk to him for days after that but he was by my side during my Mother's funeral service and refused to let go of my hand.

I forgave him then and every other time he has fucked up.

"What's on your mind kid?" A soothing voice asked me. I looked at the man who I was helping to stitch up.

I gave Hank a small smile. "Nothing important." I said to the man who is like an Uncle to me.

"Hmm." He said as he knew I was lying but he will never push it, but I do know he will bring it up to my Dad.

Well adoptive Dad. Bishop adopted me after my Mom passed away. When he found out I was going to be placed in a home a few hours away, he pulled what I call the 'Bishop Charm' and had me placed with him.

The paperwork was filed within a week and he is now my legal guardian and I wouldn't have it any other way. Bishop is a good man under that rough exterior and he has treated me well over the years.

The one downside to having him as a Father was that he is very protective. It was hard to date when I was younger and it is hard now.

No man will ever be good enough for me in his eyes. He doesn't know that I know he has scared a few men off over the years that have shown interest in me.

But in the end, if they can not go toe-to-toe with Bishop then they can not handle my life.

"All done Hank. Try to be more careful when working on your bike." I said to the man.

"Thank you YN. Are you coming to the party later?" I shook my head no.

"This will be the fourth one you have missed. Are you sure everything is okay? Is Angel's dad working you too hard?"

How could tell him that I am angry at what EZ is doing and how his Pops knows. How I haven't been helping at Pops store ever since that night I confronted him and EZ.

I was screaming and yelling at them so loud that I actually lost my voice for a day. EZ tried to explain to me why he was doing it but I didn't want to listen.

I ran from the shop and I have refused to answer any call or text message that I get from the two of them.

But the anger I feel towards them does nothing to compare to the hurt that Angel has caused me.

Ever since Adelita came into his life. He has pushed me aside. At first it was nothing. He would cancel a few times coming up with some bullshit story about the Club, but one night when he said that a meeting was called and he couldn't leave until it was dealt with.

To my suprise I found in my small house, eating a piece of cake that I made. He has a key to my place and it isn't the first time I came home to find him there.

I didn't let him know that Angel lied to me and was basically using him an excuse to cover whatever the hell he is doing.

I later learned that Angel was spending all his time with Adelita. When I finally confronted him about it, he tried to lie and say he had other shit to do.

"Don't lie to me Angel! I know you didn't have a Club meeting. My Dad was at my place. Stop bullshitting me and tell me what the fuck is going on?"

I wasn't giving up on this. Not this time. I hate being lied too for the stupidest reasons. If he trying to protect me, fine whatever but I know that isn't it.

"It's Adelita." He finally said.

"What do you mean it is Adelita? You helping her with something?" I knew in my heart that he wasn't helping her with just her cause.

"We have been seeing one another." It felt like all the air was knocked from my body and there was a ringing in my ears.

I could see his lips moving as he took a step closet to me. I felt him grip my upper arms and try to get me to focus on him.

"Hermosa? You okay?"

"Don't call me that."

"I have always called you it." He was clearly confused.

I pushed him away from me and I watched him stumble but he was able to catch himself.

"You do not get to push me aside for your new flavour of the month you asshole." Now he was angry.

Many people would step down when they would see an angry Reyes man, but not me.

"So you're gonna act like a spoilt little brat because I am not paying attention to you? I am allowed to have a separate life from you."

"Do not come back to me when she leaves you Angel. I am done being used as your punching bag." I turned away from him, completely done with this conversation.

I heard him kick something on the way out of my home. I held tears back until I couldn't hear the sound of his bike anymore.

I cried myself to sleep that night at the thought of not only losing Angel, but his Dad and brother as well.

"No Hank, I actually have a date tonight."

Angel Reyes POV:

"Angel get in here." I was just about to finish my bottle of beer when I hears Bishop angrily call for me.

I placed the bottle on the table and I wiped my hands nervously along my jeans trying to get rid of the sweat.

I took my usual seat and saw that it was only Hank, Bishop and Creeper.

"What's going on?"

"I need to know what the hell is going on with my daughter and as her bestfriend, you should know."

My eyes raised at that. I gulped nervously as I have no idea what the hell is going on with her.

"Actually YN and I haven't talked in over two months."

Hank sneered at me. "I knew it. I knew you had to do something with how she is acting."

"What do you mean?"

"She is only talking to Hank and Creeper here. I've been around your Pops place and she hasn't been there either." Bishop said calmly as he placed his clasped hands on the table.

"Now tell me what the fuck you did to her."

"I didn't do anything. I started to see someone and,"

"Let me guess, you pushed YN aside." Bishop said. He wasn't asking as he knew the answer.

"Yeah. I should of listened to her when we fought about it." My voice cracked a bit at that.

I heard the sound of two chairs scrapping across the floor and I saw that Hank and Creeper were leaving and it is now just Bishop and I.

"Girl leave you?" Bishop asked me as he sat back in his chair and lit a cigarette.

"Yeah and she isn't coming back."

"So why date her when you know my daughter loves you." I took a deep breath and thought about how I should word this.

"Because I fuck everything up. I didn't want to ruin my friendship with YN by dating her. What if we didn't work out Bishop?"

"You are one stupid mother fucker Angel. For some reason, my very smart daughter who stayed in the Godforsaken town instead of going off to College, loves you and is now on a date with some idiot from the next town over."

"Wait YN is on a date?"

"Yeah. Second one with this guy. EZ has been keeping tabs on her."

I have fully lost her now. YN has always come back to me. She has always been that one constant person in my life and now she is gone.

"Get the hell out of here and go and fix this before I do something to you that I will regret Angel."

~

I waited outside YN's place for her to finish her date. It was almost 12:30 in the morning when I finally saw her get dropped off.

The guy didn't even bother to walk her to her door, but he did wait to make sure she made it inside okay.

I waited a few moments and then I went up to her front. I grabbed her spare key that was above her door and let myself in.

The door closed loudly behind me and I winced I heard the sound of a gun cocking and I held my hands up.

"It's just me YN." I said as I turned around.

"I know. Get the fuck out Angel."

"I have come here to talk is all. I have been worried about you." She snorted at that.

"Let me guess, what's her name left?" YN asked as she lowered her gun. I nodded my head yes.

"And now you think you can come back into my life and pretend how things were."

"No, I know things won't be the same. I know EZ and my Dad have been using me, as well as Adelita. I was just too blind to see it with all of them but even more so with Adelita. You never used me YN."

"Angel, I can't do this anymore with you. You can't keep only wanting to talk to me when you feel like it works best for you."

"I am sorry YN. I never ment to hurt you like this. I love you." There I finally said it.

"No you don't." I took a step towards her.

"Yes I do. I have known I have for awhile now I just fuck everything up and lose everyone and well I didn't want to lose you."

Tears were threatening to fall from her eyes as I placed a hand on her cheek. She closed her eyes and leaned into my hand.

"Do not hurt me Angel."

"I can not promise I won't. I can't promise that I won't make you angry or do something stupid but I can promise you that I will always love you and you alone."

Our lips were just touching and I waiting for her to make the first move. She leaned in and I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her flush against my front as we had our first kiss.

"You will call up that asshole and dump him." I said to her between kisses.

"Yes Angel." I smiled into the kiss, knowing that she is finally mine.

#mayans fx #mayans imagine #mayans x reader #mayans #mayans mc #mayans x female reader #angel reyes imagine #Angel reyes #angel reyes x reader imagine #angel reyes x reader #angel reyes x you #angel reyes x female reader #angel reyes fic #angel reyes fanfiction #angel reyes x y/n

[citygirlcharlotte]

The Sister Halstead (Part 8)

Masterlist

Pairings: Hank Voight x Female OC, Will & Jay Halstead x Sister!OC

3 weeks later, Chuckles was healed and ready to head back to work! Granted he was going to be on desk duty but returning none the less. As much as I loved him at my place, I was getting kind of tired of having to sneak Henry in and out.

“Jay bird are you ready?” I called out.

Since this was his first day back and his truck got totaled in the shoot out, I was going to drive him to work and then we’d head to the dealership at lunch.

“Coming!”

Being the amazing sister I am, I made him a breakfast bagel and a coffee to go. I also sneaked a breakfast bagel and a coffee for my honey. I was excited to see him at his workplace and in those tight button downs I love taking off of him.

“Let’s roll bud. Bye Will!” I yelled.

That brother was also still here. I guess he and Natalie were really having some real problems.

A quick drive over to the 21st precinct and jay was confused as to why I was putting my car in park.

“You can’t honestly believe I wasn’t going to look around did you?” I laughed, running toward the front door before he could stop me.

“Charlotte!” He called out.

I beat him inside and waited for that slow poke to hurry up.

“Come on big brother, I wanna see where you work!” I whined.

“You’re a liar Charlotte.” He stated, rolling his eyes and leading the way towards some stairs.

“Halstead, no visitors before Voight’s had his coffee!” The desk sergeant hollered. Henry had told me stories of the infamous Trudy and I could see why she was so well loved.

“This is my sister! She’s just helping me get settled in.” He explained, continuing on her way.

“Good morning, Trudy!” I greeted before walking through the gated door before Jay could shut the door on me.

Luckily for me, Jay was the first one there besides sergeant Voight who I could see through the slates in his blinds.

“I’ll be back.” I smiled, winking at my brother before heading towards Henry’s door.

“You’re the worst!” He replied.

I knocked gently on the door before his gruff voiced answered to allow me to come in.

“Good morning, Sergeant.” I purred, seeing my handsome man sitting at his desk and looking all delicious and official.

“It is now. Good morning sweetheart.” He replied, getting up to pull me into a hug and gave me a kiss.

“Thought you might need a pick me up before having to deal with Detective Chuckles.” I smirked, handing him a bagel and a coffee.

“God I love you so much.” He groaned.

“Not as much as I love you. Especially in this shirt.” I whined, shamelessly running my hands up and down his torso, admiring the gun on his hip.

“You’re one to talk.” He mumbled, looking over my outfit.

I had meetings this morning so I was in a black pencil skirt, a white long sleeve blouse and my Louboutin’s.

“I’ve got grumpy business men to deal with.” I laughed, pulling him in for another hug.

“Have a good day today baby. Make sure Jay doesn’t get himself hurt again, okay?”

“I’ll try my best honey.” He smiled, giving me a final kiss and opening the door for me to leave his office.

Chuckles was at his desk stuffing his face with his bagel and trying to avoid eye contact with his boss.

“You gonna be okay?” I asked Jay, taking a sat on his desk.

“Yeah I’ll be fine. I wanna grab burgers at lunch though.” He compromised.

“Deal.”

With a kiss to his head and a wink to Henry, I made my way back to my car and into some very boring meetings.

Thankfully, the morning went by quick and I had a quick call with my dad and then I was going to get Jay.

“Hi Dad.” I greeted as he popped up on my computer screen.

“Hi Darling! How’s Chicago treating my little girl?”

“Good. I’m really loving the atmosphere and working in this office. Miss you and mom though.”

“We miss you too honey. Word from uncle Ward is that you have a new boyfriend.” My dad laughed.

Uncle Ward was is dads business partner in Chicago and I may have mentioned Henry once or twice to him.  

“I do. He’s incredible.” I smiled.

“That’s great to hear honey. I’ll need his full name for a background check please.”

“Not happening. He’s a cop though and he works with Jay so he’s no murderer.” I laughed.

“Speaking of your brothers, how are they?”

One thing I really love about my dad is that he never discouraged me from finding my brothers. He’s the one who encouraged me to find more information about them and convinced me to meet them.

“They’re good! Jay got hurt on the job a few weeks ago so he was staying with me for a bit. Will’s been staying over a lot too so we got to some bonding.” I smiled.

“I’m glad you’re happy hunny. Mom and I want to come by soon and meet them if that’s okay?”

“I’d love that!”

“Maybe we can meet Henry too?” He asked hopefully.

“Maybe dad. It’s a little early to be meeting the parents.”

“Tell me at least something about him.” He compromised.

He’s amazing. He treats me like a princess and he’s so sweet dad. I think you would like him.”

“Well, give me the chance to do that and meet him.” He smirked.

“Maybe dad.”

At noon I headed back to Jay’s precinct and dropped a cupcake off to Trudy in order to gain access to their office.

A blonde guy was walking out of their breakroom when I entered and must have been surprised to see someone in his way as he spilled coffee on my white long sleeve blouse.

“Fuck!” I swore, the hot coffee spilling down my chest.

“Fuck!” He swore back, snapping out of his shock for a second before trying to grab some napkins and dab my burning shirt.

“Don’t touch my boobs!” I snapped.

The commotion alerted everyone in the office to an incident and Jay and his partner came rushing over.

“The fuck happened!” Jay exclaimed.

I was desperately trying to get my blouse away from my person without pulling off my shirt in the middle of this hallway.

“She startled me man, I accidently spilled my coffee.” The blond guy explained.

“Jay it burns.” I whined.

He ushered me over to Henry’s office before I ripped off my blouse and threw it across the room.

“That looks bad.” Jay commented.

Henry barged in a few minutes later to see Jay trying to find some burn ointment while I had ice on my chest.

“What happened?” He asked, coming over to my side.

“Nothing.” I brushed off.

“Ruzek spilled coffee down her chest.”

“It was an accident.” I corrected.

“Your chest is red honey.” He assessed, removing the icepacks.

“My shirt is ruined.” I complained.

“Your skirt is too sweetheart.”

I looked to see that indeed, my skirt was ruined. This thing was expensive too.

“Aww man.” I whined.

Jay found some burn lotion and Henry helped me apply it while Jay thought of ways to murder Adam.

“I’m going to need some new clothes.” I groaned.

“Upton keeps some spares, I’m going to ask her if you can borrow some.” Jay replied, heading out the door.

“Are you okay sweetie?” Henry asked me, concern written all over his face.

“It doesn’t hurt as much anymore, don’t worry.” I said with a small smile.

“Here, my CPD sweatshirt should stick to your chest too much.” He offered, handing me a hoodie off his coat rack.

“Upton had some jeans.” Jay said as he barged into the room.

“Thanks guys, not out while I change.” I shooed.

“Nothing I haven’t seen before.” Henry mumbled.

“Seriously?” Jay huffed at him.

“Sorry.” Henry mumbled.

After I was changed and fairly presentable, I exited Henry’s office to find the crew sitting on top some desks, deep in discussion about who knows gods what.

“I am so sorry.” The blonde exclaimed, standing from his desk to approach me.

“It’s fine, nothing some ice and ointment won’t fix.” I said with a small smile.

Henry stood up in a huff, walking towards me.

“You’re on paperwork and streets for the rest of the month.” He growled.

“Thanks for letting me borrow your sweatshirt Sergeant Voight.” I smiled as he approached me.

“You’re welcome Charlotte. Call me Hank.” He teased.

“I prefer Henry.” I whispered before walking around him and over to Jay.

“Thank you Hailey for the jeans, I really appreciate it.” I smiled.

“No problem, they fit you perfectly.” She smiled.

I made some small talk with them all before it was time to leave and take Jay to the dealership.

“Bye Sergeant Voight. Maybe I’ll see you later?”

“Maybe sweetheart.” He winked.

Across the office, Ruzek and Atwater start at the interaction in shock and awe.

“Dude, is Sarge flirting with your sister?” They asked Jay.

“Shut up.”

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#chicago pd #hank voight #hank voight x reader #jay halstead #jay Halstead x reader #will halstead #will Halstead x reader #chicago fire #chicago med

[sp00nful0fsuga]

okay since I'm not a fanfic writing guy- lemme tell y'all about my evil hank au that i wish I could write but probably won't. Questions in my ask box are appreciated to help me flesh out the au and maybe I'll draw the responses? But in short:

Takes place after S7.

Hank decides he doesn't want to go home to a family that doesn't love him after the hospital stay and runs away. He has thought about leaving before because of his father's lack of care for him. He's tired of being #2, being the sacrifice. The point of breaking was seeing that neither his girlfriend (side headcannon: hank being obsessed with girls is because he just wants anyone ever to show him affection. Sirena was no different.) and even worse his brother- the one person he thought he could trust- didn't love him either. Everyone loved Dean. Nobody loved Hank.

The Monarch captures him as a lure for Dr. Venture but Hank tells them he won't come. He doesn't care. He should have captured Dean. He breaks down crying and Sheila comforts him while The Monarch awkwardly goes to make some hot cocoa. Sheila tells Hank he can stay with them for a little bit but then he has to go home.

He never does go home. The first time Sheila told him to leave, Hank came back within the hour crying. He told her he could never go home again. He felt cared for with The Monarch and Sheila, perhaps even loved. They always made sure he was fed and comfortable, and Sheila even listened to his problems just about every night. One night, Sheila suggested Hank consider becoming a supervillain. It might make him feel better. Of course he couldn't arch his father, he belonged to The Monarch. But he could arch Dean. Besides, it was Dean's fault wasn't it?

Hank isn't officially registered as a villain under the guild, but Sheila keeps him out of trouble. The first time he arched he was blinded by anger and jealousy and went all out trying to be intimidating (but not actually hurting anyone). Brock eventually has enough and goes out to talk to him. Hank holds back tears and leaves. Dean is shocked and upset. Rusty is disappointed.

Hank returns home to his new parents. He's dropped the Venture name. He is only Hank now. And Hank couldnt even arch his brother right. Sheila consoles him again and tells him he'll get better over time. She gives him a little monarch pin that he now wears all the time on his Batman sweater.

Eventually Hank gets the hang of it. He and Dean fall into a routine. Hank will swing his bat close enough to Dean to make it look like its gonna hit him. Dean will dodge out of the way just in time. Brock refuses to step in. He can't bring himself to hurt Hank. Every time, Hank leaves disappointed in himself for still being too attached to hurt Dean. Every time, Dean goes to bed crying wondering what he could ever do to make Hank love him again. He misses his brother.

Hank is tired. He misses his brother, too. Maybe if Rusty was out of the picture, he could learn to forgive Dean. The Monarch promises if Hank can capture Dean to lure Rusty, he'll take care of it. Hank succeeds by tricking Dean to come talk things out with him. Hank feels bad, but tells himself its necessary. When Rusty does arrive he has Brock with him. He tells Brock to get Dean back while he distracts the Monarch, even if he has to kill him. Brock refuses.

Hank is still shook hearing this. He's heard his father offhandly tell someone to kill him over Dean before. But the absolute hatred in his father's voice this time hurt worse. Hank slumps to the floor, making it easy for Brock to take back Dean.

"I hate you, Henry. You've changed and I hate the person you've become."

This was the last thing that came from Dean's mouth before he left, leaving Hank feeling more alone and broken than he ever had in his life.

Nothing Sheila or the Monarch say could get Hank out of his room for days. What was the point anymore. Nothing has changed. In fact, its even worse. Sheila feels bad and suggests taking a break.

Dean does not hate Hank. In fact, quite the opposite. He loves his brother so much and can hardly live with himself seeing him like this. He regrets what he said to him. He regrets every little thing he has every done to Hank. He wants him back, and at this point he isn't sure if that will ever happen.

He hates his father. He goes on constantly about how angry he is with Hank. How much he wishes Hank would have just been more like Dean. Dean doesn't think he deserves to be talked about so highly.

Hank decides to do one last arch. He would tell Dean everything and then leave. To where? He didn't know.

Everything was going fine. Dean was dogging his swings like he always did. Hank's swings became more and more aggressive as he talked to Dean. He told him everything. He took all the love from everyone Hank ever cared about. By the end Hank's eyes were clouding with tears.

Dean shouts at Hank. He loves him. He never wanted this to happen. He never wanted Hank to feel like this.

Hank knew it was a lie.

He swung. Hard.

He heard a thump.

After wiping the tears from his eyes, he could finally see clearly. In front of him was Dean, laying in a pool of blood coming from his head.

He wasn't moving.

Hank broke down. He called for Brock.

As soon as he saw Brock coming, he ran home.

Hank didn't sleep that night.

The next day there was a knock at the door. Brock came to tell Hank that Dean was actually alive and in a coma, but he wasn't sure if he'd stay like that. Hank refused to see him the first day. He couldn't stand the guilt.

Hank went the next day alone. He needed to at least apologize. By the time he got there he realized he wouldn't be leaving. Not until Dean woke up.

Hank spent the next few days at the hospital feeling miserable and talking to Dean and breaking down.

I don't have much fleshed out for when Dean does wake up. But they definitely make up dw.

Ummm I will accept and encourage questions in my ask box it will help me develope things !!!

#hank venture #the venture bros #venture bros #text post #dean venture #vbros au #villain hank

[amunisence]

Nevada isn't Big Enough for the Two of Us

Rogue Player AU: Chapter 1.2

Madness: Project Nexus Self Aware AU belongs to saltymongoose

I was also inspired by Purgatory Mode - New Player AU by dallyfae

Check them both out they're phenomenal!

<<First Next>>

You and Christoff brace yourselves as Hank brakes with a heavy foot. Once the vehicle stops, you and Christoff look up to find the SQ building. "We made it," Christoff sighs out with relief. Needless to say, the ride wasn't exactly pleasant, but what matters is that it's over. You waste no time helping him into SQ to get his ribs looked at. It's only a few minutes later, you catch others gazing in your direction. It makes sense. You have an iridescent halo hovering above your head. Calling it "eye-catching" would be an understatement. After asking some workers for directions a few times, you think you found Doc's office. Just as you two were about to enter, the door flings open.

"AH!" You lose your balance for a couple seconds from the surprise. Getting ready to chew out whoever did that, you look up to find Sanford and Deimos gawking at you just in front of the door frame.

"Holy shit- Player, you're back!" Deimos drops his cigarette absentmindedly, and Sanford snuffs it out for him. Before you can reply, Deimos is in front of you pouring out endless gratitude at your so called "return".

"That's not our Player."

You whip your head around to find Hank down the hall a little ways. Was he following the whole time?

"Tch," Deimos's cheerful grin snaps to an irked glare at his remark. "Are you blind? I mean, I wouldn't be surprised, but this is obviously our Player-"

"You should ask them," Christoff groans, fed up with the bickering delaying his treatment.

"What do you mean 'ask them'?"

"They're right," you say looking away from Deimos, "I'm not the Player you think I am. I'm another Player. A second one..." You look back up to see Deimos staring at you with a mix of embarrassment and dejection.

"Hey Dei, we got confused. It's okay," Sanford says as he gently places a hand on his friend's shoulder. Deimos brushes off his kind gesture.

"Fuck that," he shouts and storms off.

Sanford watches Deimos with concern and turns back to you, "He doesn't mean that. Don't pay it any mind. I'm gonna go after him, but it was nice to meet you, newbie."

As Sanford runs off, Doc peeks out of his office, "What's going on out here?" he sternly says, eyeing the three of you that are left, "You know what? Never mind. Just get in here." After you, Christoff, and Hank shuffle into his office, Doc lets the door close itself with a clank.

<<First Next>>

#madness combat x reader #madcom x reader #madness combat self aware au #samau #self aware m:pn au #mpn: rogue au #madness combat #madness project nexus #madcom #amunisence.doc #madcom hank #hank j. wimbleton #hank j wimbleton #jebediah christoff #madcom jebus #madcom sanford #madcom deimos #finally some dialogue #my favorite >:D

[loveinstreams]

silver + charlie adamo/hank mccain

“I should get you a ring.”

Hank almost crashed the car on the side of the road.

“What?” He squeaked. “The hell you’re talking about? “ He scoffed, giving Charlie the side-eye while trying to hide his confusion. The other man merely shrugged. “Well, he started, any proper gang leader has one. Makes them look rich and important and intimidating, especially if it’s one of those big chunky rings. Makes you wonder what kinda mark it’s gonna leave when he punches you, y’know?” There was a small grin over his lips and Hank mirrored it.

“Don’t think I wanna look like that fat Italian Don you used to work for.”

“Of course not. But to be fair I don’t think you’d pull it off even if you tried, shorty.” Hank tried to smack him with his hand, eyes on the road. He was still smiling though.

“Ok smartass, why the fuck would I wear a ring anyway?”

“It would help us I think. Make it seem like there’s more than just the three of us on those heists. Like you could have a whole crew behind your back ready to pounce.” Hank wanted to argue that they didn’t need to. That it was good enough like it was. Just him, Charlie and Rosemary against the rest of the world. But somehow Hank couldn’t bring himself to say it. Something in the way Charlie was staring at him on the passager seat. In the way he felt his palm sweat over the leather of the wheel at the thought of Charlie wanting to buy him a fucking ring.

“How do you even plan to get that ring?” He asked instead.

“Hummm, I have a few ideas.” He sounded like he was talking about something else than jewel robbery, somehow. Hank couldn’t figure what though, but who the fuck talks about stealing precious goods in that kind of voice? Hank tried to not to go down that train of thought.

“I don’t know, man.” He chuckled nervously. “Besides, what would Rosemary think?“ He shot Charlie a smirk, trying to joke, but the man just hummed pensively. “Guess I’ll have to ask her too.”

Hank didn’t know how he felt about that.

—

A few weeks goes by, they continue their business as usual and Hank had forgotten everything about that stupid ring. Until Charlie drops a little red box on the bed beside him one late afternoon.

“What is that?” He asks, looking away from the machine gun he’d been polishing.

“It’s for you, Charlie says, almost sheepishly, got it after our last job.” Hank shots him a questioning look. How the hell did you manage without me noticing?, he wants to ask, but then remembers Rosemary and how good she is to hide things from him. God dammit.

He puts down his gun and takes the little box in his hands.

“Go on.” Charlie whispers, encouraging.

Hank opens it.

It’s silver. That’s the first thing he notices. It’s silver and round and shines so fucking bright. When the light hits it just right Hank thinks it could blind someone. It’s not big though, it looks small and elegant, with no fancy design or anything. But it’s been polished in a way that makes it reflective all around.

“Here, Charlie says again after a few seconds of silence. Let me-“ He sits down besides Hank on the bed, taking the little red box from his hands and Hank cannot fucking talk, doesn’t know how to, because Charlie is pulling the ring out and taking Hank’s hand in his own and ever so gently he-

The ring slides perfectly on his finger.

“How’s it?” Charlie asks, almost whispering.

Hank moves his fingers, feeling the weight of it, how it hugs just right. How it just seems to be made for him.

“How did you-?” He can’t finish the question but Charlie winks. “Well I can’t tell you all my tricks, boss.”

They both snort at that, letting go a bit of the tension between them.

“Guess I’m gonna have to act a Don now.” Hank chuckles, still not looking at him. “Nahh, Charlie says, still too short for that.”

They fall in comfortable silence. Hank can’t stop staring at the ring, transfixed by its polished shine. The smooth surface twinkles when Hank moves his hand. Even here, on his calloused finger, the silver band looks pretty and…pure.

“Do you like it?” There’s something in Charlie’s voice, hidden behind his usual assurance. Shyness. Anxiety. Hank’s words are stuck in his throat again. He can’t talk about this, doesn’t know how to, doesn’t have the skills or even the fucking knowledge. He’s better with actions, gestures. Kissing Rosemary is always easier than telling her.

So Hanks nods. That seems to satisfy Charlie who grin, says he’s glad and starts to get up. Hank stops him by the wrist.

“Charlie-“ he starts, but the other man raises a hand to stop him.

“You don’t have to say it.” His smile has turned soft around the edges. “I know.”

He lets go, turning to the door and leaves Hank there with his silence.

—

The next day, when Rosemary sees the touch of silver on his hand she doesn’t say anything, but happiness is written all over her face. And when Hank sees the same warmth in Charlie’s eyes, he welcomes it and smiles back.

#THANK YOU SO MUCH #I had a lot of fun writing this and I might ever do a longer version 👀 if you’re interested #ask #prompts #my fic #machine gun mccain #charlie adamo #Hank mccain #we should have a ship name lmao #this is for all the falksavetes fans out there

[sad-boy-hank]

looks directly a you

been a while since i wrote something, huh. anyway-

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Doc knew exactly what was gonna happen here.

First, some agents would come in. Then, they’d ask him about his base, he wouldn’t answer, they’d beat him up a little, and then they’d kill him.

Easy-peasy.

He stared at the metal door a few yards away. It was so close. . . but his chair was bolted to the floor, and his hands and feet were tied. If he was strong enough, he could break the leather bindings. . . if he was Hank enough. . .

The door slid open and two agents wandered in, along with a half-MAG. “Hey, dissenter,” An agent sneered.

Ugh. “Hello, bootslut.”

The agent recoiled slightly but soon recovered. “You know what we’re here for, yes?”

Doc rolled his eyes. “Yeah, yeah, you ask me questions, I give you jack shit, you torture and kill me. Done.” He sighed and leaned back.

“Eh, close enough. Listen, our pal Mason here,” he gestured to the half-MAG, “Is a bit pent up. We was thinkin’, maybe you could help wif ‘at.”

The trapped hacker lifted a brow. “Whadda you want me to do about it?”

“Fix him and we, eh. . . might letcha go.”

That was a fat fucking lie, a real flimsy fib. Doc sighed, frustrated. “Mmhm. Whatever. Couldja unstrap me here?”

The agents chuckled. “Nah, we like to see a struggle.” They walked out, leaving Doc and Mason alone.

Mason whined and sniffed the air. “What are you, blind? I’m right in front of-” The half-MAG removed his glasses, revealing an ugly scar over his cross. Oh. “Sorry.” Mason huffed.

He pushed his face into the stomach of the bound hacker. Doc’s body was larger than most, soft and squishy. The half-MAG took a long inhale of Doc’s sharp scent. The sterile smell would have stung the nose of any other, but the half-MAG seemed to enjoy it.

Suddenly, the intercom hissed. “Dude. Mason. You’re supposed to hurt him and shit. I know it’s your first day but like, c’mon man.”

Mason whined and pushed his face into the crook of Doc’s neck, opening wide and biting down as hard as he could- nearly cutting Doc’s jugular. Doc bit the inside of his cheek to keep from screaming too loud.

“Good job, Agent-L-554422! You will get a treat.”

Mason cooed happily, letting Doc bleed. He stepped back, then drooped when he noticed the scent of Doc’s discomfort. He reached a paw to cup Doc’s face and comfort him. Doc raised a brow, confused. Perhaps. . . he could use this compassion to his advantage.

“Hey. Mason, was it?”

Doc grinned when the half-MAG perked up. “You know those guys who brought you in? They want me to get hurt. Did you know that?”

Mason whined and stepped away, a stern look on his face. “No. . . nice men. . .”

Doc whimpered. “Maybe to you. They hate me.”

The intercom hissed to life. “Do not comply with him. You won’t get treats.”

“Bullshit,” Doc muttered. “Hey. Mason, do you like being called by name?” Mason nodded excitedly. “And do you like treats?” The half-MAG nodded again. “If you break me out of here, I’ll always call you by your name and I’ll always give you treats, okay?” Mason rushed to the bound hacker’s side, sniffing. The intercom hissed again. “Agent-L-554422, you’re going to be apprehended and killed.” The half-MAG paused.

“Don’t listen to them, okay? They’re gonna slow you down.” Mason nodded and ripped out the bindings.

“AGENT L-554422!”

Mason quickly hoisted Doc onto his shoulder- not unlike a potato sack- and burst through the door, much to Doc’s screaming protestations of ‘no, wait, I’m not ready’.

Agents quickly rushed to the scene, and Mason, not one to give up, started throwing, kicking, punching, doing everything he could to create space between him and the agents.

This was not a good strategy when the agents Mason was fending off had long range weapons.

“MASON!” Doc screamed, beating at his back. “JUST FUCKING MOVE!”

Mason, finally noticing that he was covered in bullets, rushed past the agents as Doc screamed. “I’M SHOT!”

Mason, deciding to take a shortcut, kicked out a window. “Mason.” he readyed Doc for the throw. “Mason.” He finally tossed Doc out and leaped after him. “MASON- ACK!”

The two lay there for a little while, adrenaline wearing off- for Doc at least. Mason was still very, very high on it. As bullets whizzed through the air he plucked Doc from the ground and rushed off into the wastes of Nevada. “Wait! We can take a car!” Cried Doc, all too late as they passed the vehicles.

Most of the vehicles, at least.

Mason tossed Doc into the back of an armored truck, ripped off the front door, and instantly crashed it into a closeby ravine meant to deter escape.

* * *

Doc awoke to see Mason, off to the side, hunched over. He seemed to be digging something. Doc tried to sit up, but winced at a pain in his side. Were the agents really that incompetent? Sure enough, he had only been shot in the side,legs, and shoulders.

Mason, on the other hand. . .

He was riddled with bulletholes, every part of him covered with them. He kinda reminded Doc of swiss cheese.

Mason seemed almost done with his digging, as he was just patting the earth he’d dug. Mason finally turned to Doc, teary-eyed. “Mister?”

Doc glanced around. “Yyyeah. . .?”

The half-MAG quickly draped himself over Doc, sobbing profusely. “You was is shot! You ain’tid gon’ make it!” he whimpered and whined and nuzzled into the very confused hacker, who simply pat Mason’s back.

“Did you. . . think that killed me?” Doc asked, a bit confused.

“Yes!” came the shouted reply from the distraught half-MAG. “Thought yous was is dead!”

Doc remained silent for a moment, petting his companion. “You’ve got a lot of bullets in you,” he whispered. “Say, if you keep me safe until I get home, I’ll treat them for you.”

Mason sniffled. “Promise?”

Doc nodded. “I promise.”

#madness combat #madcom #itsrambles #my writing #itswritings #madcom oc #madcom 2bdamned #madcom doc #madcom mason

[realhankmccoy]

Q: Hank do you still think it's funny that Babybruce and Babycuck were David Bowie 'fans' (you know, so blind they couldn't even see Bowie, lol) who hated identity politcs and thought identity politics wreck art and honestly thought they were gonna Lord david bowie over you for rightism and for their cucked selves because OMG u WERE SO NAUGHTY HANK YOU DIDN"T FORESWEAR IDENTITY POLITICS WE CUCKS NO!!!!

A: It's still hilarious every day of my life, as Bowie was multiculturally pushing DEI and identity politics on hardcore level, perhaps being so tactful about it that the conservative kids couldn't even figure out what was going on, easily fooled as they are by the lure of anything with a bit of superiority to them, as Bowie most certainly has in spades

i mean imagine here's a world with 2000 real problems but being so cucked by your parents that you think identity politics (one of the remedies) is a top 5 problem and then you go on to say the Covid vaccine is what's killing people because up is down and down is up when you're a baby...

Also funny: so thickskulled that when i explained David Bowie to them, they still were such deaf dumb and blind kids SURE PLAYS A MEAN PINBALL that they still honestly couldn't see David -- even though David's identity politics are THE VERY EASIEST TO SEE OUT OF ANY MAJOR WHITE ARTIST PRETTY MUCH?

yes -- it's like missing the big E on a vision test and there's optimitrist Hank saying ITS AN E followed by ITS AN E KID followed BY ITS AN E DUMMY -- followed by ITS AN E YOU ABSOLUTE COMPLETE FUCKING LAUGHINGSTOCK AND MORON SQUARECUTCUCK YOU OWE ME AN APOLOGY AND A STEAK... but as noted Babybruce and Babycuck are so many laughs if you want a laugh that there's too many laughs to keep up on

#david bowie #babycuck #babybruce #Youtube

[marcusrobertobaq]

It's quite clear.

Hank's "old self": the one that helped ensuring things were working. A problem-solver. Ofc according to his own morals of what he thinks that should work out or not.

But he noticed people didn't change and all bullshit remain the same (see how we even got a whole Red Ice epidemic after he being the leader of a Task Force that lasted almost 4yrs) and Cole's death just punched him hard. He lost a kid - often represented as "the future" in media. Good parents always wanna ensure 'em children grow becoming respectable and empathetic, a good human being, teaching and leading 'em way and hope to make a better place for the next generations.

He finds in the revolution a way of shaking humanity, showing how they suck lacking empathy with each other, losing touch, losing compassion - humans prefer doing everything with an android instead of another human cuz androids are "perfect" and never bite back. But now deviant androids ain't that perfect beings anymore, they bite back. The revolution would encourage humans to make a move (hopefully a positive one or learn from 'em mistakes again and again), the androids to make a move (they're showing more "humanity" than humans and are being repressed for it), to try building a better place and a better future.

He noticed he was being a coward, a blind and stupid man running from everything and just not giving a shit to anything - cuz the system never changes, people don't change, nothing change and nothing will change. Then we got the deviancy case - which he helped in innocent deviants being killed, captured, even (determinant) helping their hunter finding their sacred place getting attacked by the feds and being declared nacional threat. Well, was his duty as a cop, like every cop in the city: repress deviant androids. Shit, what if we're in the wrong side of things? Man, I would've quit for real.

So doesn't matter what he gotta do, he gonna ensure the revolution is a success, even if he gotta fuck with everybody, go against his ex-partner or even die in the process. If you're against the revolution, you're against him. If he dies, he dies in peace knowing he helped the revolution, even if everything is a failure he fucking tried, he fought for it and died in battle. Now he gonna finally meet his son again. If he survives, well, sometimes u just gotta let it go, let the past behind and try to face the unknown.

Quite cliche, isn't it? Old fashioned 😂

I mean, ain't exactly what David Cage wanted, right? See for example how the "hostile" ending is quite...weird. It ain't dependent on Markus, on the revolution being violent or not (he doesn't care, he want humans to fucking learn the lesson), on Connor becoming a deviant or not - it's dependent on the simple fact Connor gave him a reality check, a hard reality check: the whole system that never changes, and this is something bad, negative, throwing everything he was becoming in his face like this is something hostile. So guess what? Lemme drink my damn whiskey while I look into my son's photo and play russian roulette. But I guess this time it finally worked 🤷🏾‍♂️ I mean, it should be his lucky day - yrs playing this shit and he finally put a bullet to his brain after suffering, blaming every shit on anything, destroying his body and his relationships like he deserves, like he's paying for failing with who he cared the most.

Honestly? I don't fucking know bout anything anymore.

#dbh #detroit become human #hank anderson #just my fucking confessions

[trash-neptune]

100 Songs

1. I’m Blue - The Shangri-Las

2. Paris, Texas - Lana Del Rey ft. SYML

3. Whispering Sea - Loretta Lynn

4. Heads Or Tails - Shannon and the Clams

5. Ku-U-I-Po - Elvis Presley

6. Riot In Cell Block no. 9 - Wanda Jackson

7. Blister - Midriff

8. Mirror Forever - Weyes Blood

9. Littlest Things - Lily Allen

10. The Bargain Store - Dolly Parton

11. Comment Di Tire Adeiu - Françoise Hardy

12. Love You Madly - Cake

13. Cowboy Like Me - Taylor Swift

14. One More Time With Feeling - Regina Spector

15. Grapejuice - Harry Styles

16. This Little Bird - Marianne Faithful

17. Moi Je Joue - Brigitte Bardot

18. I Want You Around - The Ramones

19. Paris Summer - Nancy Sinatra + Lee Hazlewood

20. Marigold - Nirvana

21. It Ain’t Me, Babe - Johnny Cash + June Carter Cash

22. Too Much - Spice Girls

23. Space Cowboy - Kacey Musgraves

24. I’d Rather Go Blind - Etta James

25. No Love Allowed - Rihanna

26. Cornerstone - Arctic Monkeys

27. Pandora’s Box - MARINA

28. Weary Blues From Waitin’ - Hank Williams

29. Seasons In The Sun - Terry Jacks

30. Lavender Blue - The Fleetwoods

31. (You Don’t Know) How Glad I Am - Nancy Wilson

32. Carmelita - Warren Zevon

33. Home On The Rage - Nick Shoulders

34. Dark Heart - Painted Hands

35. Stand On The Word - The Joubert Singers

36. I’m So Young - The Students

37. Ladies and Gentlemen, We Are Floating In Space - Spiritualized

38. Bridge Over Troubled Water - Elvis Presley

39. Rootless - MARINA

40. Morning Elvis - Florence and the Machine

41. Joey - Concrete Blonde

42. Blue Spanish Sky - Chris Isaak

43. Sad Dream - Sky Ferreira

44. Love I Can’t Explain - Shannon Shaw

45. I Call Your Name - The Mamas and Papas

46. Dangerous Girl - Lana Del Rey

47. Seven - Taylor Swift

48. In My Hour Of Darkness - Gram Parsons

49. Some Day You’ll Want Me To Want You - Brenda Lee

50. It’s Raining - Irma Thomas

51. Thinning - Snail Mail

52. I’ll Never Find Another You - The Seekers

54. The Air That I Breathe - The Hollies

55. Deep End - Lykke Li

56. Some Velvet Morning - Nancy Sinatra + Lee Hazlewood

57. Vanishing - Shannon and the Clams

58. Lonely Like Me- Nick Shoulders

59. Strange - Patsy Cline

60. Kathy’s Song - The Secret Sisters

61. Lonesome 77203 - Loretta Lynn

62. Motion Sickness - Phoebe Bridgers

63. In Spite Of Ourselves - John Prine + Iris DeMent

64. Into My Arms - Nick Cave + the Bad Seeds

65. Sing To Me - Walter Martin + Karen O.

66. Can’t Find My Way Home - Blind Faith

67. My rifle, my pony and me - Ricky Nelson + Dean Martin

68. Call Me Irresponsible - Bobby Darin

69. Bubblegum - Clairo

70. I’ll Be Here In The Morning - Townes Van Zandt

71. Work Song - Hozier

72. Sweet Dreams, TN - The Last Shadow Puppets

73. I Can’t Stand The Rain - Tina Turner

74. Beggin’ -Frankie Valli + the Four Seasons

75. Living Legend - Lana Del Rey

76. Lottie - Blair Dunlop + Larkin Poe

77. Gracias A La Vida - Kacey Musgraves

78. Magic Man - Heart

79. Gonna Hurry (As Slow As I Can) - Dolly Parton

80. He’s Fine - The Secret Sisters

81. Stickwitu- The Pussycat Dolls

82. It’s Not For Me To Say - Johnny Mathis

83. Silver Threads and Golden Needles - Dolly Parton, Loretta Lynn + Tammy Wynette

84. Yer So Bad - Tom Petty

85. Desire - Meg Meyers

86. Cold, cold water - Mirah

87. Careless Love - Eartha Kitt

88. Coin Operated Boy - The Dresden Dolls

89. Buckskin Stallion Blues - Amy Annelle

90. After Laughter (Comes Tears) -Wendy Rene

91. Anyone Who Knows What Love Is (Will Understand) - Irma Thomas

92. Love Is A Laserquest - Arctic Monkeys

93. Forever Blue - Chris Isaak

94. In The Flesh - Blondie

95. Wedding Bell Blues - The 5th Dimension

96. New World Coming - Mama Cass

97. Blues Run The Game - Janileigh Cohen

98. Everybody’s Free (To Wear Sunscreen) - Quindon Tarver

99. A Lot’s Gonna Change - Weyes Blood

100. I Could Say - Lily Allen