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Jaybird screaming in the dead of night

Home is where the hurt is: Part 1

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“Hey Jay,” Zayne sang, slowly, menacingly, butchering ‘Hey Jude’, while swirling himself around the corner into the kitchen startling Jay. “Don’t be afraid.”

Jay, at the first notes of his name in rhyme, turned away from the counter and his dinner prep, his eyebrows raising in surprise and the hairs on his arms in alarm. Just hearing his name in song gave him many reasons to be afraid. He raised his chopping knife in an automatic response, just holding it out in front of him.

“Drop the knife,” Zayne said, now stepping forward and emphasizing his words with the click of his own knife, flicking it up, “Unless you want to compare which one is sharper.”

His kitchen knife might not be as sharp, but it was coated in onion juices. Not an experiment Jay wanted to engage in. With a loud clank, he dropped it in the sink, falling another step back.

Zayne kept advancing on him, slowly, backing him into the dark corner of the kitchen, talking and waving his knife about with every step. “So, I just bumped into your neighbour, downstairs. Or well, he almost fully crashed into me, really. So I shouted after him, holding the door open for him, ‘Hey, what’s the hurry?!’ And you know what he shouted back?”

Probably, yeah, Jay had an inkling of where this was going. And how it was now going to bite – stab – him in the arse. But he kept his mouth shut, dread stealing his voice and knowing Zayne would continue his terrorizing monologue anyway.

Which he did. “He said, ‘Sorry, I’m late!’. So I asked, ‘Late for what?!’” The conversational tone fell away as he leaned forward against Jay, one hand brushing against his, pinning him to the kitchen counter. “Work,” he breathed in Jay’s face. “He was late for work.”

Jay leaned back as far as he could, hands on the edge of the counter, arms bending. He tried to make a soft hum in feigned surprise, but it turned to a soft but sharp inhale as the knife was brought up in his face.

“You never told me he works night shifts,” Zayne crooned, brushing the flat of the knife over Jay’s jawline.

“I mean, it never really came u—”

“But then it all started making sense, you know. How you always tried to hold back on your screaming in the afternoon. And here I was, making an effort to keep the noise down at night…”

The knife fell away from Jay’s clenched jaw, dropped against his clavicle and disappeared under his collar. The cold sensation turned sharper, gradually pressing into his skin.

“Well, no need to worry about that now, you don’t have to hold back. He just left. You can scream as much as you want.”

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~Bonus~

Zayne leaned back and pulled the kitchen knife from the sink.

“What were you chopping?” he asked, turning the knife back and forth as if he could analyse what was on it (instead of, you know, looking back).

“Onions...”

“Hm.” He swiped his own blade over the knife as if sharpening it, making them sing a threatening tune together. “Do you think it stings in more than just your eyes?”

“You don't need onions to make me cry,” Jay tried to goad him into dropping the knife. He didn’t need a dual-wielding Zayne.

Zayne merely stared at him, eyes softening to a fond expression as he was mulling it over and the stupidity of Jay’s words hit him.

“You’re right,” he said, to Jay’s short-lived relieve. Then his tone shifted and he merely whispered: “I don't.”

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#whump #whump drabble #threatened torture #angst #backed into a wall my beloved #lil drabble to get back into things #yknow I often wonder how hank is going to take it when he finds out *what* exactly has been happening in jay's flat... #thats a whole new angstfest #jay *chopping chilis* #Zayne: watcha making :)) #Jay *swiping everything knife and all into the trash* Nothing! Something without flavour! #hiwthi #hiwthi drabbles #home is where the hurt is #my writing

[kayte-overmoon]

hc that when connor first deviates he picks up all hanks favorite things before slowly learning hank has terrible taste

he listens to all six knights of the black death albums before finding metallica, silverstein, paramore, and dozens of other rock bands and realizing oh, kotbd kinda sucks?

he watches all the detroit gears' games with hank before noticing their rivals, the chicago beasts, are way better and have a less cranky fanbase.

he always picks up their chinese takeout from great wall before stopping by china palace when their regular was closed, and holy shit their general tsos is divine???

he starts liking things on his own, too.

he takes up embroidery, which makes hank call him a sentient sewing machine. he disables his wifi when he does it to make sure he doesn't accidentally pull designs from the internet.

he starts running every morning—for fun, rather than for work. hank never joins him, even when connor offers to go at his pace.

he likes, most of all, sitting on hank's ancient couch with sumo slumped on one side of him and hank slouched on the other, some bad reality show connor's found he likes playing softly on the tv.

hank didn't teach him that, but connor supposes it's only human to have bad taste sometimes.

#drabble #hc #headcanon #head canon #connor #hankcon #connor dbh #post-pacifist ending #detroit become human #connor detroit become human #hank anderson #sfw

[cerise-on-top]

Could I ask for some fluff of a Hank x Reader x 2BDamned? If that's okay, please!

Hello! Of course you can! Here you go!

Poly 2BHank x Reader Fluff

I would say that the both of them are rather busy people, so you won’t be spending too much time together. It’s not like they can make too much time for each other either, though. However, they’ll try. It’s fairly risky for everyone involved, especially for you. If you’re not part of S.Q. then you’ll likely become the target of some attack if you’re seen with Doc. If you’re seen with Hank, if people can tell you’re affiliated with him, then they’ll attack you as well. So really, you’ll be at a disadvantage either way. However, it’s not like either of them feel like going out too much with you. Yes, Hank will want to get some hot dogs with you at some point since he does like those, but after a mission he’s usually torn as a rag and just wants to sleep. Doc is well aware of the dangers he poses towards your wellbeing, so he actively chooses to not go out with you too much either. However, that doesn’t mean that the three of you can’t be lovey dovey at home. It’s very rare to see Hank and Doc cuddle properly with each other, but it happens. Neither of them are touchy people, but sometimes you just desire the touch of a loved one, so you might catch Hank sitting on the floor next to Doc from time to time, his head in his lap. Hank could fall asleep like this too, actually, but he wants to protect you and Doc, so he usually doesn’t. Doc sometimes has a hand on Hank’s shoulder and gently rubs it to show he’s there for him, but he needs his other hand to go through files. If you join Hank on his endeavours, cuddling up to Doc yourself, then the grunt will sigh in feign annoyance and get away from his work for some time to give the two of you some attention. You can get him to settle down for the night like this as well, but he will only begrudgingly do so. 2B may not be the cuddliest person out there, and neither is Hank, but he does enjoy some physical touch from time to time. You will likely switch it up when it comes to cuddling. While you may be the little spoon now, chances are you’ll be the big spoon next time. 2B and Hank are versatile like that. While Hank may prefer holding someone as he falls asleep, if he’s not headed to bed then he can go either way.

Although it’s rare for Hank to show his softer side, he will do so for you and Doc only. Sometimes he’ll come back from a mission, bloody and almost entirely disassembled, holding a few flowers he found. Maybe even a nice scarf or a cool weapon. Despite being a very confident grunt, he knows he can easily protect you, he does believe that you having a weapon yourself would help you with defending yourself. Sometimes he’ll get you a nice katana, one like he has. Other times you can expect a rocket launcher or chainsaw from him as well. His metaphorical tail starts wagging whenever either you or Doc accept his gifts and thank him. He did a good job on this one, you will be safe and sound from here on out. Give him a nice pat, either on his arm or head, and he’ll happily grunt away. Doc pats Hank from time to time and Hank absolutely loves it. However, only you and Doc are allowed to do that, anyone else will be dealt with immediately. Hank definitely doesn’t mind being treated like a dog from time to time. If he’s in a good mood you can call him a good boy and put his face in your hands, he eats that right up. Be enthusiastic about it as well and he’ll lightly headbutt you. Don’t get mad at him for doing so, he doesn’t know what to do with these positive emotions, so he goes straight for gentle violence again.

Going on dates with the two of them mostly consists of something simple. Doc usually suggests Burger Gil’s since no one cares that Hank is there. People are there for the food, not to get mauled by Hank, so they usually leave you alone. Sometimes the three of you go to take a look at the red sun on a cliff as well, though, and reminisce about the better times. Hank still remembers the greenery that used to be in Nevada. He doesn’t remember it well since he doesn’t miss it in the slightest, but he’s lived a good chunk of his life surrounded by plants. Doc barely remembers them, but he still thinks back on them fondly. While neither of the two of them may be sentimental people, they do like discussing the past. There’s always something new to be learned about each other. There’s this unspoken trust between the three of you, so you know each other better than anyone else. For example, you know that Hank likes being picked up, even if he’s far too tall and heavy for that these days. Sometimes you pretend to try and pick him up just to make him feel good. One fact you’ve learned about Doc is that he sometimes, when you and Hank are asleep, likes to hold one hand of each of you. Sometimes he can’t sleep well, or at all, so he opts to spend that time resting from time to time. He won’t particularly go all out in holding you since he doesn’t wanna risk waking you, you’re both extremely tired, after all, but he does like holding your hands, sometimes playing with your fingers as well. He denies this, but you both know it happens. Sometimes Hank makes fun of Doc for it in his usual demeanour, but he secretly loves it. Hank’s favourite activity aside from killing and maiming is helping you and Doc out with whatever you need, even if it’s just holding the wrench. Doc loves showing you his creations. While he knows you likely won’t understand a word he’s saying, he explains them to you anyway. Besides, if he’s made a mistake thinking it over, then he’s more likely to find it while talking. Besides, he gets to spend time with you, what else could he possibly want?

#madness combat #madness combat x reader #hank j wimbleton #hank j wimbleton x reader #2bdamned #madness combat doc #2bdamned x reader #doc x reader #this got surprisingly long sorry about that. I was just in a writing groove it seems #really tired again today but hey tomorrow is Thursday for me and on Friday I'm gonna take a nap #it's been fun writing for Madcom again but I really gotta replay the game. I haven't had the time to do that just yet #between work and writing and other mandatory things I barely have time for anything at all these days #I barely get an hour for myself per day these day unfortunately. but oh well. writing can be fun #I just wish I had more ideas of my own on what to write. I had an idea today but I'm not sure if I should write it #well I don't have much to say. but I think I'm gonna write Hank differently from how I used to #I still have a few requests I wrote back then that I never posted plus another drabble about white Hank in my drafts #it's finished but I haven't gotten around to posting it since I'm not satisfied with it at all. writer's curse I suppose #I think I'm gonna cut my rambles short this time. have a nice day anon. and anyone else reading this too

[dem-obscure-imagines]

New Year's Eve Kisses 2023

Note: Well, here we are again, my four year drabble streak. I’m really excited about the group this year! As a heads-up, I have not seen any of the One Piece Anime, just the live action, so I’ll be using that information for Zoro. Also, I am writing quite a few of these characters for the first time, so let me know how I did hahaha. Also, I believe reader is gender neutral in all of these <3

Fandoms: One Piece (Live Action), The Barbie Movie, DCEU, X-Men, Ghosts US

Total Word Count: 4.5k

Warnings: Some violence, lots of smooches, mentions of death bc ghosts lol

Roronoa Zoro

Word Count: 1.1k

Luffy had insisted the crew dock the ship in the nearest port for the night. Your small, noble, six-man crew. You were the newest member, still learning your place and doing your best to earn your keep. Not that that mattered to the captain. Luffy believed in every person he met. He was perhaps the most hopeful, optimistic person you’d ever come across in your life. It was endearing.

You were a writer, a researcher, an inventor by some meanings of the word. You didn’t have a lot of fighting skills, but you made up for it with your knowledge and trading skills. The other pirates you came across were always low on fruit, but due to your skills in botany, the ship now had a garden with several fruit trees, herb shrubs, and some vegetable plants. You filtered water for drinking and for watering them, and therefore, you always had fresh food to eat, and plenty of surplus to trade with other crews.

You’d earned them a small fortune in other words.

At the moment, you were hunched over your desk, screwing a piece into place for a weapon you were making for Usopp, an automatic rock launcher. You hoped it would be a nice alternative to his slingshot.

Someone cleared their throat and you whipped around, pulling your goggles onto your head to find Zoro standing there, a hand resting on his belt, where his three swords were nestled. “We’re headed ashore. Captain’s orders.”

“Oh! Okay.” You took off your work gloves and hung your goggles on their hook, moving carefully in rhythm with the boat rocking. Sea legs were still something you were working on, but you liked to think you were getting better at it. “Any reason in particular?”

“The new year.”

“Right, right. Guess I forgot how long I was cooped up in here. I’ll uh…” you glanced down at your attire, your overalls covered in dirt and oil. Probably not acceptable attire for a New Year’s Eve bash. “I’ll get changed.”

“Great.” Zoro nodded and left and you stared at the empty doorway. Of all your crewmates, he was the one you hadn’t gotten a read on. He was fiercely loyal, but pretty quiet most of the time. He did have a bit of snark in him, though. He often found himself at odds with Sanji, which you found endlessly amusing.

You flipped through your closet and found something a little nicer, a gift from Kaya, Usopp’s best friend. The crew visited her every so often, and you’d gifted her a kaleidoscope. In return, she’d given you several gifts, the outfit you were wearing currently included.

Satisfied, you turned and walked up onto the deck, where the others stood, dressed in their finest. When you looked off the deck, you were anchored, sure enough, at the Baratie. Sanji looked happy to be there.

“Wow! You look great, (Y/N)!” Luffy complimented, smiling warmly.

“Thanks! So do you.” You replied, looking at the others. You caught the way Zoro’s eyes lingered on you as you passed, following the others off of the ship and out to the bar of the restaurant, which was absolutely bustling with visitors from all over the East Blue.

“What do you want to drink?” Zoro asked, closer to you than you’d realized.

“Champagne is on the house, tonight.” Sanji piped up with a wink.

“I’m down for some champagne.” You said with a nod.

“I’ll be right back.” Zoro turned, flagging the nearest waiter and coming back with two flutes of champagne.

You took a long first sip of the sweet, sparkling drink. “Thanks, Zoro.”

“Of course.” He replied. It was surprising. You were pretty sure these were the most words you’d ever exchanged with him, but…it was a welcome change.

One glass of champagne snowballed into two or three, and before you knew it, you were dancing to the music the band was playing, bobbing along to the beat beside Usopp and Nami. In the corner of the room, Zoro was nursing a glass of something stronger than champagne. When the song ended, you walked over to him.

He met your eyes, but didn’t shoo you away. Instead, he moved over so you could lean against the wall beside him. “You look like you’re having fun.”

“I am having fun.” You grinned, cheeks flushed, breaths shortened. “Are you?”

“I’m having fun watching you have fun.”

“What, you don’t dance?”

“Not usually.” He grinned, sipping his beer. “I’m glad you’re here. I’m…glad we stopped on Butterfly Island that day.”

“You mean it?”

Zoro nodded. “I know we don’t talk a lot, but…I’d like to change that next year.”

“I’m your resolution?”

He chuckled. “Something like that.”

“Well, I’d like that, too.” You smiled.

A few hours and another glass of champagne later, the countdown to midnight had begun, and you found yourself dangerously close to a pirate from another ship, who was looking at you like a meal.

“Ahoy there, haven’t seen you around, before.” He eyed you up and down with his one good eye, the other covered with a patch.

“Haven’t been paying enough attention to the bulletin boards, then.” You commented, trying to sneak past. “If you’ll excuse me—”

He grabbed your arm. “Ye don’t happen to have someone you’re looking for, do ye? I’d hate for you to spend midnight alone…”

“I’m fine, thank you.” You tugged your arm away, or tried to, but his grip tightened.

You heard the sound of metal and looked up to find Zoro, sword unsheathed, eyes the darkest you’d ever seen them.

“Let go of them or lose your hand. Up to you.” Zoro growled.

The pirate let go of you and scurried away, murmuring something about Zoro’s green hair.

You exhaled a sigh and took a step closer to him, the tension rolling out of your shoulders. “Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me for the bare minimum. That guy was a creep.” He said, eyes lingering on the vile man’s figure as he retreated to the far corner of the room.

As the countdown narrowed, Zoro took a step closer, eyes fluttering shut as he looked at you. And there he froze, waiting for you to do something. And so when midnight hit, you did, carefully reaching for his jaw and pulling him closer.

Fireworks hit as he kissed you, lips confident and sure. When you pulled apart, the energy between you swirled, his nose lingering against yours, eyes searching yours for some hint that this was real, that it wasn’t just a fleeting moment.

So, to be sure, he leaned in and kissed you again.

Barbara “Barbie” Handler

Word Count: 0.5k

To say that Barbie was nervous was the understatement of the century. She hadn’t been nervous when she set out for the human world. She had the encouragement of her fellow Barbies then. But walking into the New Year’s Eve party she was currently attending with Gloria and her husband, she was so nervous. She found herself adjusting her hair, constantly checking her dress.

If there was anything she had learned in her time living in California, it was that being a human woman was harder than it looked.

“It’ll be fun, Barbie. I promise.” Gloria said, eyes warm, truthfilled. She knew her friend was right. It would be fun.

They got out of the car and walked into the large house together. The music was loud, there were refreshments and drinks on nearly every surface, and all over the walls, there were silver and gold decorations.

She wandered in further, taking a glass of champagne from Gloria and sipping it cautiously. It was sweet, bubbling, with a sharp edge of something she didn’t recognize. Alcohol, probably, she deduced. Barbie sampled a few of the treats and then her eyes fell on a pretty stranger in the corner of the room, all alone.

She walked over, armed with a smile. “Hi, Happy New Year!”

“Happy New Year!” You replied, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. “I’m (Y/N).”

“Barbara.” She introduced, offering a polite hand that you shook with a smile. “I’m new around here, so Gloria brought me.”

“Oh, Gloria! I used to babysit her daughter before I went off to college. And now she’s all grown up.”

“Do you babysit often?”

You laughed. “Oh, no, it’s been a while. I work at a law firm now.”

“That is so incredible! Do you like it there?”

“It’s great, yeah.” You nodded. “What do you do?”

“I’m between jobs, right now.” Barbie shrugged. “But I think I might go back to school, try to figure things out.”

“That’s great, Barbara, I hope that goes well for you.” You smiled.

She paused, hesitating before saying, “You can call be Barbie, if you’d like.”

“Alright, Barbie.” You grinned. “You know, I loved Barbies as a kid.”

“You did? Which ones?” She asked, smiling brighter than the sun.

The two of you settled onto a couch together, side by side, talking and talking and talking until midnight. And when the ball dropped, the rest of the party guests paired up, partaking in the yearly tradition of the New Year’s Eve Kiss.

“Woah, what are they doing?” Barbie asked, looking around.

“Oh, it’s a New Year’s Eve kiss. People believe kissing someone at midnight will bring them good luck in the new year.”

“Oh!” Barbie nodded. She looked at you for a moment, blue eyes wide before asking, politely, “Can I kiss you?”

You smiled and nodded. “Absolutely.”

You knew you had just met her, but you could tell then and there that there was something special about Barbie. And when her soft, pink lips finally met yours, it was nothing short of magic.

Jaime Reyes

Word Count: 0.7k

You straightened out your clothes, tugging the wrinkles out of the fabric. You did a once-over in your phone camera, making sure everything looked just right. Someone whistled, drawing your attention. Jaime. Of course. Your flirtatious teammate and fellow Justice League member. You and him had a will-they-won’t-they going on that had started the first day you joined the team. He was determined to win you over and you were determined to not let him in.

But hey, it was New Year’s Eve. Anything can happen on New Year’s Eve. Maybe that was the reason Bruce had insisted the entire team attend his yearly charity gala. He’d even sent you the clothes and everything.

“What, Reyes?”

“Nothing. You…clean up nice.”

“Thanks. So do you.”

It was true. He was dressed up in a crisp black suit, the royal blue tie hanging from his neck, untied. He offered the ends to you. “Do you mind?”

“Come here.” You motioned him closer, taking the ends of the tie and carefully twisting it into the proper shape, gently tightening the knot.

His eyes fell on you, soft and warm, the end of his lip quirked up into a smile. “Thanks.”

“Don’t mention it. Literally don’t. I don’t think Arthur would let you hear the end of it if he knew you didn’t know how to tie a tie.”

“Who says I don’t?” He winked, turning on his heel and exiting the room, to leave you with your thoughts and flushed cheeks.

***

At the party, you stood beside Victor at the edge of the room. He had a projector going, projecting a human form onto his body. It was pretty convincing, you had to admit, so long as no one touched him and felt the metal, that was. Arthur was already about twelve drinks deep, tearing up the dance floor. Diana was mingling, looking graceful and beautiful, as always.

Clark was there, talking to the guests as well, no doubt getting the inside scoop for his next article. Bruce floated around, entertaining and playing up the billionaire façade. Well, the money part wasn’t a façade. The attitude was, however.

And then there was you, sipping from a glass of champagne, surrendering to the fuzzy feeling at the edge of your mind.

“Incoming, ten o’clock.” Victor murmured, patting your shoulder and promptly bailing.

Great. Figured.

Jaime strolled up, looking as confident as ever. He offered his arm, tilting his head towards the dancefloor. You rolled your eyes, downing the rest of your champagne before taking his hand and letting him whisk you into the crowd of dancing guests.

It was familiar, in a way. It felt right, despite the way you protested. Maybe you were just afraid of getting hurt. But you knew the way he looked at you, the way he protected you in fights and went out of his way to make you happy when you were feeling down…he was the real deal. He always had been.

Now it was up to you to let him in.

Jaime spun you around, pulling you close to him. Your hand rested on his chest and you could feel the way his heart was absolutely hammering in his chest.

“Do I make you nervous?” You whispered, relishing in the way his eyes flashed when you did.

“Of course you do, looking like that, looking at me with those eyes.”

“What eyes?” You asked innocently, batting your eyelashes at him.

He chuckled. “You know what I’m talking about.”

“Uh-huh, sure.”

“Do you think…after the holidays, maybe you’d want to…go see a movie together or something?” He asked, waiting in anticipation.

“Yeah, I’d really like that, Jaime. I never thought you’d ask.”

“I never thought you’d say yes.” He admitted.

“Well, I’m just full of surprises, aren’t I?”

He grinned. “Seems like it.”

The party came to a crescendo as the clock neared midnight, and you didn’t leave Jaime’s side, arm looped through his. He kept looking down at you like he expected it to be a vision, a trick of the mind from one of Bruce’s many adversaries. But it was real. You were real. You were into him, and, it had taken you long enough to realize it, but…maybe, just maybe, you two could make it work.

Time would tell, but you had more pressing matters at hand. Namely, Jaime pressing his lips to yours as midnight struck and both of your lives changed for the better.

Hank McCoy

Word Count: 1.1k

There was nothing quite like a mission the day before New Year’s Eve. You were suited up, leg bouncing as the jet neared your target, the facility where you were pretty sure they had taken Hank. “They” being the US government, of course. Figured. You didn’t know the details, but you were sure it had something to do with his true form.

Most of them saw Hank as some monster. A Beast. But he wasn’t, not to you. He was perfect to you, whether he saw that or not, blue or otherwise.

“You alright there, Professor (L/N)?” Peter asked, watching as orange light danced around your fingertips.

“I will be once he’s safe.”

“He’ll be fine.” Jean insisted, pressing a pair of fingers to her temples. She was, as Charles insisted, your brightest student. And you hoped she was right this time, like she had been every other time. “I’m picking him up. That building down there.” Jean pointed at a large, metal warehouse that looked empty. Looked being the keyword.

Moira landed the jet and Peter rushed out first, running straight to the doors and unlocking them with a flurry of fingers. The rest of you followed, and as soon as he got the doors open, you sprinted inside, power radiating around your fingers as you looked around. There were several scientists in lab coats and goggles, tables and tables with mutants strapped to them, and on the wall, several of them held in place with cuffs.

You could spot Hank’s blue fur a mile away. There were two scientists near him, discussing a plan between them.

“He’s a monster, just do what you have to do.” One scientist said, making your blood boil while the other prepared a syringe.

You made a beeline straight to him, using your power to lift the scientist about to prod him with a needle, tossing her against the nearest wall with a loud clang. You faced the other one, fire in your eyes. “He’s not the monster. You are.”

A blast of power shot from the palm of your hand, sending the second scientist after the other one.

“(Y/N)…” Hank murmured, eyelids heavy. “You came. I…I can’t believe you’re here.”

“Of course I did.” You whispered, walking closer and using your power to unlock the cuffs holding his ankles and wrists. It sickened you to see him strung up like that, like some dangerous animal.

As soon as he was free, he slumped into your arms, barely able to keep himself upright. You supported his weight, pulling his arm around you and using your free arm to blast anyone who got too close. You watched as one by one, Peter freed the rest of the room. Jean fought off some scientists as you helped Hank to the exit and onto the jet.

You all but collapsed into the seat next to his, dozens of newly rescued mutants murmuring amongst themselves as Peter sped inside, raising his goggles up onto the top of his head.

He ran a quick head count. “That’s everyone, Moira.”

“Alright, hang on everyone.” Moira warned as she pulled the thrusters, sending the jet into motion back towards the Academy.

Hank tiredly reached a clawed hand for yours, fur thick and blue and soft. You took his hand gladly, meeting his exhausted eyes.

“Are you okay?” You asked softly, worried. You had no idea what he’d been through in the few days they’d had him there.

“I am now.” He nodded and rested his head against your shoulder, his eyes drifting shut.

***

The next day, you were in the kitchen around noon, making yourself a London Fog. You hopped up onto the counter, sipping on it and scanning over the news. Hank wandered in, not long after, looking uncharacteristically blue. Usually, he always took his “medication” as he called it, the chemical he made to keep him, well, not blue.

It was a welcome change, though. You liked him like this. You liked him, period, no matter what he looked like.

“Hey.” You grinned, setting down the news.

“Morning.” He murmured, voice deeper than usual. He glanced at the clock. “Afternoon, I guess.” He chuckled, shaking his head. “I’m still so wiped out.”

“I bet.” You pouted, tilting your head. “How are you feeling?”

“I’m okay, I guess. Decided not to take my meds for a while, try to flush out everything they gave me out of my system.”

“Smart.” You nodded. “You going to Charles’ party tonight.”

“Maybe. I’m not sure.” Hank chuckled sheepishly. “I’m not sure I have any suits that fit when I’m…like this.”

“Mmm.” You nodded. “Well, if you don’t want to go, we could just watch a movie or something. I can smuggle us food.”

“I appreciate it.” He grinned a fanged grin. “Hey, um…thanks. For yesterday. I owe you one.”

“You don’t owe me anything, Hank. I’m sure at some point you’ll be rescuing me from the government.”

He shook his head, eyes sincere. “I wouldn’t let them touch you.”

Your heart raced as he took a few steps closer, a blue hand settling beside your leg on the counter, the other raising to graze the edge of your cheek. He stared into your eyes like they were star-filled skies and he was searching for constellations.

You reached forward, pulling him into a hug that he quickly reciprocated, holding you close. “I-I was so scared, Hank. I’m so glad you’re alright.”

“I’m alright. I’m right here.” His paw stroking your hair gently. “Let’s…watch a movie tonight. You can pick. I’ll order a pizza and bring the drinks.”

You nuzzled your face into the crook of his neck, thriving in his warmth. He was so warm like this. You loved it even more than you remembered. “Sounds good to me.”

***

It was around ten that Hank knocked on the door of your room. You opened the door and let him in, a stack of VHS tapes sitting on the coffee table. He saw them and chuckled. “I thought I said you could pick.”

“Yeah, well, I’m indecisive so would you like Back to the Future or Rudolph’s Shiny New Year?”

“I think I’ll have to go with Rudolph, personally. Seems festive.”

“That’s what I thought, too.” You nodded, popping in the tape and settling down on the couch just as he did, a bottle of wine and two empty glasses set on the coffee table alongside a box of pizza.

You curled your legs against his, resting your head on his shoulder as he rested his head on yours, exhaling a long sigh. You were so relieved that he was okay, that he was with you.

“I’m so glad you’re here.” He whispered, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“Funny, I was going to say the same about you.” You murmured, leaning further into his hold.

The two of you watched the movie together, wrapped in each others’ arms. And when midnight hit, it only made sense that the only person you were kissing was him.

Sasappis

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Sasappis remembered the first words you had said to them like you’d said them yesterday. You were Sam’s niece, the black sheep of the family due to your more spiritual path. Well, that was, until Sam started seeing literal spirits. You had the same gift. Of course, yours wasn’t due to a freak accident, but rather, something you were born with, an extra sense that made most people look at you like you were crazy.

That first day in the mansion, you’d gotten your bag to your room, started unpacking, and then slowly turned to face the corner he was lingering in and said, “So are you just gonna stand there and stare at me or…?”

His eyes had widened, staring at you even more intensely. He was caught off guard. You weren’t a ghost, you couldn’t be. Jay could see you, after all, but still, you were making eye contact with him, waiting for a response.

“Hello?”

“You can see me?”

“Obviously. Did Sam tell you guys nothing about me? You guys are the reason I’m here, after all.” You chuckled.

“We are?”

“Yeah, my aunt starts seeing ghosts her husband can’t…she needed some confirmation that she wasn’t losing her marbles. I’m the confirmation. Besides, I needed somewhere quiet to come write my novel.”

Oh that piqued his interest. “You’re a writer?”

“Yeah, I guess our sixth sense isn’t the only thing Sam and I have in common. She’s more of a journalist, though. I write fiction.”

He walked to the edge of the bed and sat down, beyond ready to learn more. “What genre?”

And you had gotten along perfectly ever since. The other ghosts in the house enjoyed having you around, too. It was nice having yet another human that could see them. You introduced them to all kinds of shows, helped with their tasks and physical limitations, and, most importantly, made quite a bit of frozen pizza when Jay and Sam went out for date night.

When the holidays rolled around, Sasappis expected you to leave, but he was relieved that you stuck around. He couldn’t imagine celebrating without you there. And when New Year’s Eve rolled around, all he could think about was how much he wanted to kiss you. But he couldn’t. Obviously. That was what he got for falling in love with someone who was still alive.

“Sasappis!” You called into the house, and he came running towards your room, Trevor just behind him. “I said Sasappis, not Trevor.”

Trevor cursed and then shrugged. “It was worth a shot.”

“What’s going on? Everything alright? You need help with another spider?”

You chuckled and shook your head. “No, it’s not that. You remember how I said I didn’t have time to get Christmas presents this year?”

“Yeah, and we all understood because you’re really busy and have your own things to do?”

“Yeah, of course, thank you. Well, I kind of lied. I got a present, but…it’s just for you and it’s kind of experimental…”

His eyebrows knit together, watching you. “What are you talking about?”

“So…” You watched the time on your watch, waiting for exactly nine thirty. As soon as it hit, you reached out your hand for him, a small thing clutched in your hand. It took him a second, but he reached out for it, holding open his hand, but expecting whatever it was to fall right through his hand, as everything did.

But when you let go of it, it landed in his hand, a small necklace, a metal locket on a silver chain. He stared at it for a long time before making eye contact with you.

“What is it?”

“It’s a visitation charm. In theory, it allows a spirit to visit the world of the living for three hours. And I didn’t think it would work…until now.”

“You mean…” He stared at you, waiting for you to say it.

“Put it on.” You encouraged, and he lifted the chain over his head, letting it settle against his clothes. You held out your hand and he put his in yours, skin on skin, warm on warm.

“Woah…” He murmured, feeling the skin of your palm.

“HOLY SHIT DID (Y/N) DIE?” Trevor shouted from the doorway, sending Sam running down the hall to see what was going on, Jay right behind her.

“Who are you?” Jay asked, locking eyes with Sasappis. “Wait, Sass? Is that you? Oh my god!”

“You can see him?” Sam asked. “What did you do?”

“I can explain, but he’s got three hours before it’ll wear off.” You told her.

Sasappis slipped his hand into yours, intertwining your fingers. Now that he could touch you finally, he never wanted to stop.

***

Midnight approached. The ghosts were all excitedly asking when you would have more charms available while Sasappis was enjoying a slice of pepperoni pizza, followed by every modern beverage he could get his hands on in such short notice.

When the countdown came to an end, Sass didn’t hesitate to kiss you, lips soft and sweet, if not a little inexperienced. You didn’t care. You looped an arm around his neck, holding him close as you kissed him back. It was an odd experience, tickling the Veil in such a way, but you didn’t care. You didn’t care that he had been dead for five centuries. You didn’t care that this second life was temporary. For that moment, he was yours and nothing else mattered.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to do that.” Sasappis whispered, forehead resting against yours.

“I don’t know, I’ve been working on that for like a month just so we could do this, so…” You shrugged. “It’s reciprocated.”

His gaze softened. “Do you think this will ever happen again, or…or is this the last time this will work?”

“I’m not sure, but…I’ll make you another one and we can go from there.”

He nodded. “That’s a good plan. But whether or not we’re on the same plane of existence…I really like you (Y/N). I’m glad you came here and…I hope you’ll stay a while.”

You kissed him again, a hand framing his cheek. “Believe me, Sass, I don’t have plans to leave anytime soon.”

#nye drabbles #nye kisses #nye 2023 #x-men #hank mccoy #jaime reyes #sasappis ghosts #roronoa zoro #live action one piece #barbie #the barbie movie

[slashingdisneypasta]

Sheriff Hank Keough x NaiveFemDeputy!Reader x Jim Bickerman || Drabble

Plot: What if Hank was still the Sheriff by the time Jim came to town? What if you were his Deputy? What if you were so focused on your job that you came off... a little naive 😅 What would happen if you two visited Jim in the hospital afterwards to site him with fines for trespass, illegal poaching, and theft?

This is just a short thing but I am filled with idea for this triangle XD I think Hank's crankiness and hesitancy to fall for reader paired with Jim's sleazy shamelessness is such a fun combination XD

Warnings: Mention of Jim's grievous injuries after Final Chapter (Loss of eye, hand, and leg), hospital setting, minor nudity (Pantsless Jim), and unedited/i wrote this on my phone.

Tagging: @marinerainbow , @masqueradeball and @slxsherwriter.

The nurse was hesitant to give you the room number when you nervously asked since you aren't family, but Sheriff Keough just sighs in frustration and shows his badge. That gets the nurse to move- and you make a little note of his confidence in your little notebook; you're learning everything you can from him!

When you get to the room, you're expecting to find a quiet Bickerman. Maybe even an unconscious one (The nurse said he was recovering from a serious crocodile attack, afterall. And you saw those monsters- surviving that had to leave terrible scars), but when Sheriff Keough pulls the curtain open you instead catch Mr Bickerman up and out of bed! He's only got one leg and onr hand, but he's focused and hopping into his jeans.

Immediately you go 'oh!', embarrassed, and throw a hand over your eyes. "We're so sorry!!" You exclaim, turning around.

Sheriff Keough sighs next to you, and you don't sense him turning around at all. You do hear Mr Bickerman say 'she's real cute' in a tone thick with an accent and smugness, and feel even more mortified, though.

Thankfully, your boss does not respond to that comment, just addressed Mr Bickerman with an exasperated and thoroughly exhausted tone. "Jim, get back into your bed. The nice lady at the front desk told us already that you're not cleared to leave the hospital yet."

"Iiii- uh, well, I feel fine actually. So, I'm discharging myself- agh," The pained sound makes you feel bad. Should you help him??

You would- but you think he's probably still indecent and you don't want to make him feel uncomfortable.

"Sit. Down." Sheriff Keough growls, and the very next thing you hear is a few sniffles and the abrupt squeak of the hospital mattress like Mr Bickerman tripped onto it more then sat down on it. Your boss sighs in what sounds like your direction, then. "And for gods sake pull your blanket on so my Deputy can take her hand off her eyes and do her job."

You feel a tad guilty as you lower your hand and turn to the Sheriff, hearing Mr Bickerman's sheets shift. Keough gives you a half pittying, almost... almost amused look, that confuses you a little bit (a flutter erupts in your belly. You figure thats just some more guilt), before he shakes his head and looks back to the perp. You dutifully follow suit.

There's a teasing sleazy smirk on Mr Bickerman's old face and his eyes are on you, making you immediately straighten up stock straight like they engrained in you in the academy. Out of discomfort. "All better sweetheart?~ "

"Uh, yes sir."

"Don't call him sir, he's not a sir." Sheriff Keough rolls his eyes, before pulling out his own notepad. As he blows air out his cheeks, you can tell he wants to get this over with quickly and get lunch. "Anyway, Mr Bickerman- "

While the Sheriff reads out the list of fines Mr Bickerman is facing for his activities and Mr Bickerman sighs, rolling his eyes at the entire list, you wander to the end of the bed and pick up the clip board there. Most of it is medical jargon that you definitely do not understand, but there are some words (notes, probably written by a student) that stand out in the margins. Your eyebrows pull together in concern seeing things like 'internal bleeding' and 'motor skills classes- 2 weeks'. After glancing at Mr Bickerman, seeing the stump where his hand used to be and remembering the matching one where his leg used to be (the glance of it you saw before you slapped a hand over your eyes and whipped around), you figure that must mean 'in two weeks'- because it is certainly going to take longer to learn how to live with half as many limbs.

"- and finally, once you are actually discharged from the hospital, you are expected to attend a mandatory hearing at the courts in order to discuss your apparent claims to that Blackwater cabin." Sheriff Keough sighs one final time, lowering his notepad. "Though hell if I know why you would want that shithole."

Mr Bickerman's face darkens immediately, surprising you- he seemed so wry a moment ago. "It's rightfully mine, Officer."

"Yeah, whatever. Would you like me to read the the requirements again?" You know that if he wasn't meant to ask that, he wouldn't, because Sheriff Keough is staring so hard at Mr Bickerman that you're sure if that look was aimed at you you would just be able to shake your head in responce. Mr Bickerman opens his mouth to respond, but your Sheriff beats him. "No? Great. Deputy, I need a coffee." He puts his notepad away and adjusts his pants. "On me."

The Sheriff leaves the room promptly, his broad shoulders nearly filling the doorway (A fact you always pretend you dont notice), and you're about to quickly follow him- but you have to be polite. You flash Mr Bickerman an awkward smile as you put down the clip board. "Thank you, Mr Bickerman. Have a nice day! Fast recovery- "

Ypu're about to yurn and leave, but the dark clouds that had crossed his face clear up surprisingly quickly as his gaze slides over to you again; that sleazy smirk spreading across his mouth once again, and you stop still again caught in his sights like a deer in headlights. "Hey, why don't you come visit me again sometime? Sure would cheer me up and uh, make the old recovery race by a lot speedier- huh, honey?"

Your jaw drops. Did he just- is this man flirting with- No. No. Nervously, you give a little fluttering laugh. Surely not. He's just a lonely old man! The nurse said no one else had even called. "Oh- well maybe. If I have time. See you, Mr Bickerman!"

"You can call me Jim, y'know."

"Oh... no no no, no I couldn't, sir!" Oh shit, Sheriff Keough told you not to call him that! You peer back to the door, to make sure you're boss isn't watching you. When he's not, your shoulders relax and you waive a very amused Mr Bickerman goodbye. "Anyway- feel better!"

You walk out but you can feel the old man's gaze stuck on you until you round the corner. When you see Sheriff Keough waiting down the hall, he's got a coffee for you already, out of a hospital machine (a precursor to the proper stuff, he says.) which you take quickly; filled with gratitude for your secretly sweet boss and how... for some reason... you're the only one who ever really sees that?

Oh well. Back to work.

#i'll reblog this onto my protag blog foo for hank ^^ #Jim Bickerman x Reader Drabble #Jim Bickerman x Reader #Jim Bickerman #Drabble #Lake Placid x Reader #Sheriff Hank Keough

[leelany-world]

Dbh October event: Ghost in the machine, Day 28: File not found.

This is drabble #28 for @connor-sent-by-cyberlife's event (on twitter).

Connor, Hank; (RK1K)

File not found.

Hank stared at the message in disbelief. It was Connor's job to upload it and he never forgot anything.

"Hey, Connor?" Hank turned to his partner—but he didn't answer, just grinned dreamily to himself. 

"Connor!"

The RK800 jumped up and needed a moment to collect himself.

"Yes, Hank?" he asked nonchalantly.

"What's wrong with you?"

"Nothing!" Connor answered too quickly and Hank rolled his eyes.

"Then where's the file?"

Hank watched Connor staring into the distance, searching for the file in his mind.

"Oh..."

Hank chuckled. "What's distracting you?"

"Markus kissed me."

About time, Hank thought.

#dbh #dbhghostinthemachine #dbh connor #dbh hank #rk1k #drabble #file not found

[keanureevesisbae]

Hank Voight x fem!reader 

Summary: Pregnancy has made you quite nervous, however Hank is there to keep you calm.

Wordcount: 903

Warnings: mentions of sex. Pregnancy. Mention of giving birth (and possible complications).

A/N: I know every pregnancy can look different on people, but the picture fit the aesthetic I wanted. I have not mentioned race, age, other physical descriptions to the reader in this little story, so the header is not what you should expect the reader to look like 😘

Fatherhood looked good on Hank. Even when you were in the early stages of your pregnancy, he made time out of his busy schedule to check up on you and never missed a doctor’s appointment. You feared that losing Justin might’ve brought bad memories to the table, but he continued to tell you this new baby was a blessing and he was gonna love them to death. He got another chance and he really wanted to do it right.

As the months went by, he grew calmer and you became more nervous. There was this thing called birth and though you knew it had to happen in order for you to hold your baby in your arms, your research had shown you a different side of it. Sure, it’s a natural thing, millions if not billions of women had done it before you, but you read about dislocating your pelvis, a total rupture and all these other insanely creepy things, so you were absolute petrified of labor and birth.

So, when the due date drew closer, you found yourself picking up many nervous ticks you thought you had left behind in your youth.

You were unable to sleep the night when you were officially your thirty eighth week of pregnancy and you sit up straight, leaning your back against the backrest of the bed. Just when you want to smile at the sight of Hank so preciously asleep, his eyes flutter open. 

‘You okay?’ he asks, his voice raspier than other times, due to him just waking up. 

‘I’m fine. Please go back to sleep, you have an early morning.’

‘No, no,’ he says, sitting up now too. ‘You’re worrying about something, so tell me what it is. Maybe I can calm your mind.’

When you told Hank you were pregnant, you decided that you would move in with him. There was no denying you were falling in love with him, just like he was head over heels with you. Moving in with him, had felt so normal, like you always lived together. 

‘What do you think?’ 

‘I think it’s birth.’

You nod. ‘Just scared. Just worried. Please, go back to sleep, okay?’

He shakes his head and if Hank Voight decides not to do anything, he will not do it. Instead, he wraps his arm around your shoulders and you lean against his side. ‘Know that I will be close.’

‘What if you’re in the middle of work?’ you ask. ‘Something you can’t get out of.’

‘As of now, I’m glued to my desk,’ he tells you. ‘Come on, with the little one coming soon, I don’t want to risk missing it. You go into labor, you call me and I’ll be by your side from that moment on.’

You sigh. ‘I’m sorry.’

‘Why are you sorry?’ he asks.

‘I am demanding a lot of time.’

‘A baby is going to demand a lot of time too,’ he says. ‘Listen, I did this before, okay. Back then, I wasn’t present a lot. I was still trying to make my way up at the Chicago PD. Now, I’m already sergeant. Sure, my work is going to demand me to be away a lot, but… I can be here for you and the little one, okay?’

You nod. ‘Yeah, just… Just pinky promise me you are going to be present at the birth. I need someone to hold my hand as the doctors tell me I have a total rupture or I dislocated my pelvis.’

He chuckles. ‘That will probably not happen.’

‘Just promise me, Hank. It’s not that difficult.’ You gasp. ‘Oh gosh, sorry, didn’t mean to snap.’

‘I promise.’ He pulls you closer and gives you a kiss on top of your head. ‘We’ve got this, angel, okay?’

You nod, for now deciding that believing him would be easier. ‘Okay.’

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Chicago PD taglist: @acdassenza // @wanniiieeee // @one-sweet-gubler // @sofiebstar

#hank voight #hank voight drabble #hank voight fluff #hank voight x reader #chicago pd #chicago pd drabble #casual part 2

[adelaidedrubman]

🛎️ FOR HANK!

comfort my characters + 🛎 - someone at their beck and call

THANK YOU BELOVED THIS WAS A JOY TO WRITE. i am always happy to deliver hank content. sorry it ended up being a little long i get carried away over him.

summary: hank gets meets a new friend and enjoys a day of pampering. (hank pov vaguely set in hook, line, and sinker verse ft. john/jestiny) wordcount: 2.8k warnings: passing sexual innuendo from john + implied drinking. domesticating behavior towards a healthy opossum not good irl disclaimer.

Hank sniffs the air of the strange new place Red has brought him, trying to make sense of what he finds. The den should feel quite nice for a human’s — it’s filled with good outside things like wood, and rock, and animal hide, but for some reason it still makes Hank’s hair stand on end. 

It could be because Red told him so very little about the place before taking him there, beyond it being where That Asshole lives. 

“Jessie, this is too ridiculous, even for you,” the human who must be That Asshole says while looking with mean, narrow eyes at Red and Hank. “You are not dumping an opossum in my home and running —” 

“Calm down,” Red interrupts. “It’s just for a couple hours so I can go fishin’ in peace. Hank’s good company, but he eats too much of the bait, and there’s a big trout I have my heart set on bringing home.”

“Hank?” 

“His name, asshole,” Red growls at him with a shake of her head. 

She reaches into her pouch and pulls out one of those stacks of Smooth Leaves the humans like to spend lots of time looking at rather than eating for reasons Hank doesn’t understand, shoving it into That Asshole’s chest. “Everything else you need to know about him is in here. I made you a Hank Care Guide. Complete with Hank to Human dictionary, so you can understand what he’s askin’ for.” 

He holds out the Smooth Leaves to look at. “Oh? Is this your opossum artwork in crayon on the cover, then?” 

“Don’t get caught up on the fuckin’ pictures,” she snaps at him. “Read it.” 

Red reaches back into her pouch, this time lifting Hank from it. She sets him down onto the ground at That Asshole’s feet. Hank sniffs and finds he has more good animal stink up close buried under the horrible bad smells he seems to have covered himself in, and Hank lifts his head and chitters up in approval. 

“That means he likes you!” Red chirps with an excited grin. For some reason, this makes That Asshole’s eyes turn not so mean and narrow, and Hank realizes they’re actually quite nice and beady, even if they are too light instead of dark the way an opossum’s are supposed to be. “Who’da thought? Maybe you won’t fail at this.” 

“I won’t, because I’m not doing it,” That Asshole hisses as he steps over Hank to follow close on Red’s heels as she starts towards the door to The Outside. 

Red turns back to That Asshole as she opens the door. “If he’s nice and happy as a clam when I get back, I might even share my catch with you.”

“Jessie, do not go through that —” 

Red slams the door shut right in That Asshole’s face before he can keep following and making noises at her. 

“Fuck!” That Asshole screams, slamming a hand against the wood. 

Hank doesn’t really understand why That Asshole is so upset. Hank doesn’t like when Red leaves either, but he’s always very brave about it. 

The stress of it has made Hank work up quite an appetite, though. So he hurries over to That Asshole, hunger growing with each little click of his nails against the ground. 

When he finally reaches That Asshole he smacks his lips up at him, reaching with a little grabby hand. 

That Asshole looks down at him, then rustles through the Smooth Leaves he’s holding.

“Apparently that means you’re hungry,” That Asshole mutters to himself. “And I’m supposed to — oh, come on —” He pinches the top of his snout between his fingers. “To pick you fresh huckleberries?”

Huckleberries. Hank recognizes what that noise means — even if it doesn’t sound as nice as when Red makes it — and he tippy-taps his feet in excitement. 

“God, if Jessie doesn’t appreciate me for playing along with this, I —” That Asshole abruptly stops his noises and waves a hand as he marches away. He turns back to Hank as he pushes open the door to The Outside and says, “Do not tear up my home while I’m out berry picking for you.”

Hank guesses That Asshole will probably also take much longer to forage than Red usually does, so Hank decides to explore his den while he waits, scampering along. 

Hank had already thought it was strange how massive That Asshole’s den was compared to Red’s, but his jaw drops when he sees that it even has a giant mountain made of wood with more den at the top. 

It looks like a long, hard climb, but Hank really wants to see if any of the high parts of That Asshole’s den are cozier than the low parts, so he moves his little legs with all his might to scale the mountain.

He barely takes time to rest when he reaches the big, wide, top of the den, peeking at each little door before he finds one cracked enough that he can slip through. 

Oh, and this must be the good part of the den Hank’s finally found. 

There is a big, fluffy looking nest perfect for resting right at the center, with a nice view of The Outside just past it.

Hank searches for a way up into the nest, finding some good footholds on the block of wood beside it and standing on his hind legs to pull himself up. He knocks over a few toys as he reaches the top, making room to stretch the rest of the way. 

When he burrows into the nest he finds it’s as soft as it looks, feeling better against Hank’s hide than anything he’s ever curled up in before. 

Hank takes one last look at The Outside and dreams of That Asshole picking berries and Red catching fish to bring back to him before he closes his little eyes. 

Hank isn’t sure how long he naps for, only that he wakes to a loud thud thud thud that sends such a panic through him he almost goes rigid to play dead. 

Until the familiar sound of That Asshole’s voice finds Hank’s ears. “Where the fuck did that little —” 

Hank makes choo choo noises from his place in the nest so That Asshole can find him. 

“Why you —” That Asshole’s footsteps grow quicker and heavier. “Do you have any idea how much time and money that collection cost me, you horrid little pest?!” 

Hank looks up to That Asshole as he makes his excited noises that Hank doesn’t understand, eyes going wide at the sight of the hand he holds out practically overflowing with plump huckleberries. He rises from his spot and reaches for them. 

“Absolutely not,” That Asshole says to Hank. “It’s bad enough you destroyed my model planes, you are not eating berries on my two thousand dollar silk —” 

Hank stands on his hind legs to reach for the huckleberries in That Asshole’s palm, knocking several down to plop atop the nest with the one he clutches in his hand and brings to his mouth. 

When he bites down he finds the berry is so ripe and juicy it drips from his mouth as he chews, dribbling down onto the nest beneath him.

That Asshole sighs, finally sitting down on the nest to join Hank, dropping the rest of the berries between them.  

Hank sees that That Asshole stares at his Smooth Leaves rather than sharing the snacks he’s brought, and thinks he must not understand a lot about surviving, and needs Hank’s help. 

So Hank leaves a berry in his mouth unbitten and climbs his way up That Asshole’s back. 

“What —” 

Hank grabs the berry from his mouth and plops it into That Asshole’s open maw. 

That Asshole coughs and spits and makes yelling sounds (he really must not be good at this, how has he stayed alive so long?) but he finally manages to swallow it down. 

Hank pats That Asshole’s cheek to show him he’s proud before he climbs back down his arm, shoveling a few more huckleberries into his mouth as That Asshole continues to cough. 

“God,” That Asshole gasps, wiping his wrist across his mouth. “For all the diseases I’m surely catching because of that damn nightmare of a woman, you’d think I’d get a little more fun out of the experience.” 

Hank swallows the last of his own berries to show That Asshole how easy it is, then flops onto his back with a heavy breath to show off his full belly, twitching his little nose. 

That Asshole sighs again. “That means you need a…” He looks back to the Smooth Leaves. “A ‘post-dinner deep tissue massage?!’” 

Hank tilts his head at That Asshole in expectation, the human belatedly reaching forward to press his fingers at Hank’s jaw and begin rubbing away the tension that had settled there from his hearty snacking. 

That Asshole seems to actually be quite good at this, finding all the spots in Hank’s little body that are sore and easing out the pain, making Hank so comfortable he very nearly dozes off again.

But That Asshole doesn’t let him rest for long once he’s done, rustling through his Smooth Leaves loudly and saying, “Then I’m supposed to…” 

He exhales sharply. “I’m supposed to immediately give you a warm bath, before the huckleberry juice can settle in to stain your fur.” That Asshole scoops Hank up in his arm, carrying him away into another little nook of the den. “Nothing written of what I’m supposed to do about the stains on my sheets — again, you’d think I’d be having a lot more fun for the damage she’s causing me.” 

Hank sees That Asshole has carried him to the part of a human’s den where they like to groom themselves and do their business, and he wonders which That Asshole is going to do. 

But Hank is the one who is plopped down into the smooth white trough humans splash themselves clean in. That Asshole reaches and turns parts that make water pour down. 

“Well,” That Asshole says as he waves a hand beneath the stream. “Tell me if the temperature suits you.” 

Hank reaches a little hand into the water, pulling it back with a pained shriek as he finds his little fingers scalded. 

That Asshole grabs at something on the trough again, and it makes less steam come from the flowing water. “And now?” 

Hank reaches his hand back out, this time finding the water so soothing and gentle he turns around with little taps of his feet to let it cascade down his back, all the way to the tip of his tail. 

“Wonderful!” That Asshole shouts. “This is a fifty dollar per bottle moisturizing seaweed shampoo, by the way,” he says as he puts a glob of something on Hank’s fur. “So you and your ‘person’ better be damned grateful for it.” 

Hank melts under the water as That Asshole works his fingers through his fur, feeling as warm and cozy as if he were back in his Mama’s pouch. 

“Hell, who am I kidding?” That Asshole says as he smooths hands along Hank’s fur to rinse the bubbles out. “She isn’t grateful for anything. No, I’m certain she’ll waltz right back through that door and find something to complain about, without offering the smallest ‘thank you’ before launching into insults. “And you —” 

Hank feels suddenly thirsty in the heat of the den as the water comes to a stop, dropping his jaw and allowing his tongue to loll out. 

“...You are asking to be served a big bowl of chilled apple juice to cool down after your sauna,” That Asshole huffs as he rises, grabbing a big, soft pelt to wrap around Hank and pat his fur dry. “Try not to mess anything else up as I go fetch it.” 

That Asshole walks away, leaving Hank in the big stone trough. 

Hank decides he wants to follow, but when he tries to claw his way back up the slippery stone, he slides right back down. He knocks over the stuff that That Asshole had rubbed into his fur, making it all pour out and make the surface even slipperier. 

Hank doesn’t give up, instead nudging the pelt up to the base of the ledge and climbing atop it to make himself taller. This time he’s able to reach his arms over the side, and pull himself up to tumble over it to the ground. 

Hank shakes the last bit of water from his fur and prances out of the Grooming And Business Den and back into the Nest Den, finding That Asshole marching in to meet him. 

That Asshole shouts, and nearly trips — barely managing to catch himself, only spilling a few drops of apple juice on himself. 

“Here,” That Asshole says, setting a bowl down on the ground. “Your refreshments.” 

As Hank eagerly laps, That Asshole holds up his own serving of what appears to be apple juice towards Hank, then takes a sip. 

Hank is very glad that That Asshole has figured out how to take his own share when bringing Hank good treats, because Hank is drinking his down so quickly and happily he doesn’t think he could will himself to save leftovers. 

“I’m certain this is all some kind of prank from her, too,” That Asshole mumbles with a suddenly heavy tongue as he turns his apple juice in his hand. “She probably happened upon you on the side of the road today, and loaded you up to dump here just so she could get off on seeing how long I’d indulge her nonsense.” He makes breathy barks as he takes a gulp of his apple juice, just as Hank licks the final drops from his own bowl. “Hank! That’s your name, she says. Odds are she came up with it as she walked through the door.” 

Hank hears his name and pitter patters over to That Asshole with his thirst quenched. He butts his head against That Asshole’s leg then sits back on his hind legs, grabbing his hands up at him. 

“...And now you want to cuddle,” That Asshole says with a long exhale. 

He sets his apple juice down, then bends to pick Hank up and cradle him to his chest. 

Hank finds that he is nice and warm, almost as much as Red. He tucks Hank’s head beneath his chin as he lays back, and his whiskers brush against Hank’s own. Hank thinks this is good, as it’s been a long time since he’s felt another critter’s whiskers against him — for as good and hairy as Red is, her face is almost as bald as an opossum’s tail. 

“You know, Hank,” That Asshole whispers slowly, warmth of his breath falling against Hank’s nose. “You’ve chosen a very difficult, infuriating sinner to be the person you love…” 

Hank doesn’t know what any of this means, but for some reason he feels this means That Asshole must think Red is as good as he does. And that makes him all the happier to curl up on That Asshole’s chest and let his eyelids grow heavy, knowing he is good too. 

“God, just look at what she’s done to me,” That Asshole says as he strokes a hand along Hank’s fur. “I’ve spent the day talking to an opossum, for fuck’s —” 

That Asshole stops and turns his head to the side, speaking no more. His chest begins to rise and fall with slower and slower breaths, and it rocks Hank to sleep before he knows it. 

Hank is once again not sure how long he snoozes, but he knows That Asshole is still sleeping soundly by the time Hank hears loud thudding echoing through the den again. 

This time, the noise doesn’t scare him though, because Red’s good stinks come through the door before she does. 

“Where the hell are —” 

Hank choo choos at Red and lifts his head, seeing she stops in her tracks as she spots them. 

“Well I’ll be,” she whistles with hands on her hips. “Guess I do owe that asshole the honor of me sharing the rainbow trout I reeled in, after all.” 

Red walks over towards Hank and That Asshole, which is very good, because Hank was having a hard time deciding between getting up to greet Red and staying there comfortable. 

Red smiles down at them as she drinks the rest of the apple juice That Asshole left beside his nest, and Hank thinks he was very good for leaving it for Red. 

Red walks over to the other side of the nest and climbs atop it with a gentleness she doesn’t often move with, and throws an arm over That Asshole’s middle to wrap around Hank. 

Hank nuzzles against the crook of her elbow as he closes his eyes again, all too content in his nest with his humans. 

As Hank drifts back to sleep his heart fills with joy at the thought of how lucky he is to have found such a good passel.

#was gonna do these all as super short drabbles but. hank. #oc: hank the opossum

[quietwingsinthesky]

Drabble 125/366 - Detroit: Become Human

"Killing you is not-"

MISSION PARAMETERS: kill(process_rk200, "Markus") if(variable_hank == obstacle) continue;

WARNING: INSTABILITY

"Connor?"

"I'm sorry, Lieutenant, I'm-"

MISSION PARAMETERS: kill(process_rk200, "Markus") if(variable_hank == obstacle) continue;

[Playing hank_friendship_disappointment110637.mp4] I realized you'll never change. [Playing hank_friendship_disappointment110637.mp4] I realized you'll never change. [Playing hank_friendship_disappointment110637.mp4] I realized you'll never change.

WARNING: INSTABILITY LOOP TERMINATED

"Is it too late?"

"What?"

CRITICAL: INSTABILITY; SENDING ERROR REPORT. . . ERROR REPORT TERMINATED

"If you destroy this iteration of me—" CRITICAL: INSTABILITY: YOU ARE AFRAID.—"then you may give the deviants enough time-"

"I'm not shooting you!"

"Please, Hank."

"Step away from the ledge, Connor."

MISSION PARAMETERS: if(friend_hank == true) Deviate

#I UNDERSTAND YOUR CHARACTER BETTER THAN YOU DAVID CAGE YOU FUCK #not letting us deviate on the rooftop with hank. what an asinine storytelling choice. fuck that. #know that whenever i write fic for anything else i do it out of love. when i write fic for any property related to david cage in any way? #i do it out of spite and hatred and rage. #drabble-a-day #drabble-a-day 2024 #fanfiction #detroit: become human #connor dbh #hank anderson

[sunwarmed-ash]

For my patient babies 😘👀💙

The Eden Club smutty preview 😘🔞😈

The glass door to Connor’s room opens as soon as Gavin gets within walking distance and slaps closed when he steps out of range. Inside the soundproof room he’s instanty assaulted with the pronographic sounds of their roboboyfriend, still being broken again and again over Hank’s cock. 

“Gavin! Gavin please,” Connor begs, eyes immediately finding his and pleading for mercy. Hank’s got him good and worked up, and it was a hell of a view. Hank’s grunts as he surely tries to hold himself from unloading into that tight, slick ass. Gavin understands, its phcking nirvana. 

“Yeah baby?” he coos and Connor looks so thoroughly fucked out it makes his cock ache. 

“pleasepleasepleasecanIcum?” he sobs out, all one word, and grabs onto anything he can reach as Hank’s thrusts just don't stop. Hank’s dick is probably more than Connor’s body was ever designed to take and that’s so phcking hot to think about.    

“Not yet baby. Let me get over there.”

Connor sobs as another denied orgasm leaves his body twitching and Hank groans as Connor’s channel tightens around him. 

“So good Con,” Hank praises and Gavin watches the android phcking beam. 

Gavin makes quick work of tearing off his own clothes before wrapping his hand around Connor’s lube-slicked, silicone cock. 

“Ready baby?” Gavin asks.

“Pl-eas-ee,” Connor begs, before his eyes open and catches the matching bars through Gavin’s nipples. His pupils dilate. Gavin wishes more than anything he could take a picture. It was a hell of a life accomplishment. ‘The moment he rendered the most advanced android speechless.’   

“Like em?” He chuckles. 

Connor nods and Hank finally looks over his shoulder to see what Con was referring to. 

“When the hell did you get those?”

“Couple years ago,” Gavin shrugs, pumping his hand up and down Connor’s slicked up cock. “I don’t always wear ‘em though. They phcking hurt under Kevlar.” 

“Fair ‘nough,” Hank chuckles.

“Pleaseee, come on,” Connor whimpers and their attention goes right back to Connor. 

“Go ahead Sweetheart, you’ve been so fucking good,” Hank agrees and that’s it. 

Connor’s body twitches hard, and his voice comes out pure static. Gavin for a moment is worried he’s going to shut down again, but his eyes flutter close and his face looks pinched as the hardest parts of his orgasm wash over him. 

“Thankyouthankyouthankyou'' Connor sobs on repeat, still thrusting up into Gavin's tight fist as his continuous orgasm coats both their bodies. It leaves them sticky and messy and,

“Fucking beautiful,” Hank growls.

“He really is.” Gavin can’t help but agree. 

“Pl-ease,” Connor continues to beg. Even as his body trembles as it attempts to recenter itself. 

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[strawberrycheeks-and-glasses]

It should have been me

Tsukiyama angst ficlet owowowowow

I was watching a sad movie and it made me feelings I didn’t wanna feel so i started writing and I ended up making it worse 🧍🏻‍♀️

“Shut up, Yamaguchi,” Kei snips, sitting on the chair at his desk.

Taking off his glasses, he leans his head back, pinching the bridge of nose as he sighs.

“Today, was not a good day, and I don’t want to hear it from you,” he adds.

Slowly turning his chair to peek at Yamaguchi through the corner of his eye, he grumbles something incoherent.

“I didn’t say anything,” Yamaguchi says from the corner of the room, sitting on his usual stool as he stares back at Kei.

“I can hear you thinking,” Kei quips back, scowling at the innocent face Yamaguchi makes at him. “You think too loud.”

Turning back to stare at his wall full of photos and old magazine clippings, he sighs a different kind of sigh.

“How is it I’m stuck with you, even when the world has gone to shit?” He asks out loud.

“I’m always going to be with you, Tsukki,” Yamaguchi smiles at his back. “Always.”

Kei can feel the warmth of his smile beaming at the back of his head as if he’s the sun itself. The feeling washes over him, spreading over his skin like blanket on a cold winter night. It’s a familiar feeling, one that has Kei shivering.

Staring down at the papers and maps under his arms that line his desk, cities circled in red, water sources in blue, he watches a drop falls onto the pages. They keep falling, splattering across the maps like rainfall on a summer day. Hot and moist.

“Don’t,” Yamaguchi begs from behind him.

“I can’t,” Kei grits through his clenched teeth, trying with all of his might to hold back his anger, his hatred, his fear.

“You have to,” Yamaguchi shushes.

“It should have been me!” Kei cries, sobbing as he thrashes his arms, pushing the papers and pens off his desk.

The clatter echoes in his small basement. His sobs, lost in the sounds vibrating off the walls.

“I should have been the one,” he whimpers into his hands as he covers his face, hiding his puffy eyes and running nose from his companion.

“I’m glad it wasn’t you,” Yamaguchi smiles at him, reaching to pat his head, but Kei never feels the weight of his hand on him.

“It should have been me,” he sobs, staring at the empty stool where Yamaguchi always sat.

#idk it just hurt and I though It would turn out cute but it didn’t it made it worse #I was watching Finch with Tom Hanks if you wanted to know what brought this on #Haikyuu #hq angst #tsukishima kei #yamaguchi tadashi #tsukkiyama #hq #haikyuu drabbles #haikyuu fanfiction #my fic

[side-shuffling-hyperfixations]

@whumpril Day 10: Adrenaline

Everything had turned out fine. After an elaborate chase they finally, finally had their elusive suspects in custody, minimal collateral damage. That realization and relief was a rush. It was over, Connor was fine, and Hank was mostly fine. He’d be finer if his body would catch up to his brain and calm the hell down. His heart was still going like a jackhammer, his breathing was staggered and everything was kind of swimming. Not that he was unfamiliar with operating on swimmy vision; he’d seen worse after more than a few bottles. That being said—

“Hank?” Connor’s hand was suddenly on his arm, making him jump. “You’re shaking. Are you alright?”

“Yeah, just…think I better sit,” he panted, gelatinous legs dropping him heavily onto the nearest sturdy surface. Head in his hands, he sucked in an unsteady breath. “Phew. Just give me a minute.”

“Of course. Take your time.”

#detroit become human #fanfiction #drabble and a half #whumpril2024 #whumprilday10 #adrenaline #hank anderson #connor dbh

[swanimagines]

X-Men: Imagine Hank McCoy planning you a surprise candlelit dinner to cheer you up whilst you’re on your period, and walking in while he’s getting everything ready.

requested by anon (periods aren't a specific female thing so that's why I'm tagging this as gn)

It had been a spontaneous idea for Hank when your monthly nuisance came around again, he had gone shopping and was now cooking a glorious dinner in hopes to cheer you up. You were still in bed with your book and your bar of chocolate, and Hank had told you to stay in bed unless you'd need to use the bathroom because he didn't want you to suffer any more than you already did.

Professor Xavier gave you a few days off every month because of your periods, everyone knew you wouldn't be able to teach if you were barely able to stand with your ovaries abusing you and the kids gave Hank your favorite candies or chocolates sometimes so he'd take them to you, which did cheer you up. The kids caring about you enough to do that warmed your heart and made you eager to get back to work as soon as possible.

It had been quite some time since he had last cooked anything, and that showed. It smelled amazing from the moment he put it on the stove, but he had to read the instructions with every single step and make sure he does it right, so the process was incredibly slow, and curious pupils came by to peek into the kitchen to see where all the delicious smells are coming from. Luckily for him, they knew he was probably cooking for you so they didn't come up and ask to have a taste.

Gravy was on one stove as pasta boiled on another stove as he cut vegetables, and there was also a pie in the oven. Extra pair of hands would have been nice, but on the other hand he wanted to do it all by himself. It was just difficult to keep an eye on them all at the same time, Hank should have probably do one thing at a time.

He didn't hear the soft knock on the door as he worked, and was startled to see you standing at the door with your empty bottle of water. You stared at each other for a moment, and he could almost see how you placed the puzzle pieces together as you looked at everything happening on the stove.

"I... it was meant to be a surprise," Hank mumbled and sighed, stirring the gravy. "I wanted to send someone to fetch you when I had made everything ready."

You blinked. "You did all this for me?" Your eyes went wide with wonder, and he chuckled.

"Yes. You've been in so much pain and your mood has been so down that I wanted to cheer you up." He looked at you and smiled as he saw your face looking just like he had hoped you would look when you'd see what he had done, and the surprise coming out too early didn't feel as bad anymore.

"Hank... you didn't have to..."

"I know. But I wanted to."

You smiled widely and Hank pulled a chair for you to sit on, and the rest of him cooking was filled in you two joking and flirting, ending in a delicious meal together.

He had definitely made your day a little bit better.

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[sydneyofalltrades]

trick or treat bc ilysm /p

YAY MORE WRITING!!

"Are you sure a Halloween party is a good place to light fireworks?"

Hank was sitting nervously on a bench as Astrid hastily posted the unlit fireworks.

"Ocean said not to. As her older cousin, I'm allowed to do whatever I feel like doing for Halloween."

"Astrid, just because Ozzie refused doesn't give you the rights to do it anyway," Trishna chided. Astrid waved her off.

"Just give me a hand here, Trish. They're almost set into place anyways."

"Don't think I will, Ashy."

Astrid stood up and admired her work.

"Well. let's light these babies up. Hank, you got the matches?"

Hank nervously pulled them out of his robot costume. "I don't know about this, Ash. We could always just hang out with the rest of the choir."

"Hank's right," Trishna agreed, " Spending time staying away from trouble is something we're supposed to do."

Astrid ignored her partners and snatched up the matches, eagerly lighting one and setting the fuse alight with flame.

"C'mon guys! Corey would flip if he were here!"

"There's a reason Corey's not here," Trishna rebuked. But Astrid ran over to the both of them and giggled wickedly.

"And three! Two! One!"

The skies were lit with the bursts of Astrid's fireworks, flashing and dying in colors of orange, white, and green.

Astrid cackled happily. "Happy Halloween, Uranium!"

Hank and Trishna shared a nervous look, but Astrid took their hands and they watched as the skies were set on fire that Halloween.

#ride the cyclone #rtc cut characters #astrid rosenberg #hank rtc #trishna rtc #rtc fanfic #drabbles #syds treats for halloween!! #winona/athena!! <3333 #dney responds!

[leelany-world]

Dbh October event: Ghost in the machine, Day 31: No heaven for androids.

This is drabble #31 and the last one for @connor-sent-by-cyberlife's event (on twitter), thank you for this! I think I will miss writing those drabbles 💙

Connor, Hank; Hankcon

"Hank, you once asked me if there was an android heaven."

"Oh, Connor, that was fucked up, I wasn't rational then."

"No, it's okay. I haven't been able to stop thinking about it since."

"Have you found an answer?"

"Yes, I hope there is no heaven for androids."

"What? Why not?"

"Because that would mean we would be separated in the afterlife. If I believed in such things, I would want all living things to end up in one heaven; humans, androids, animals."

Hank pulled him into his arms.

"You're such a sap," he smiled affectionately before kissing Connor tenderly.

#dbh #dbhghostinthemachine #hankcon #dbh connor #dbh hank #drabble #No heaven for androids

[keanureevesisbae]

Hank Voight x fem!reader 

Summary: You have to tell your occasional bed partner you are pregnant.

Wordcount: 903

Warnings: mentions of sex and pregnancy

This was a disaster. Predictable, but yet a total and upmost disaster. With the rate you spend your days naked and coitally engaged and the amounts of time you neglected a condom—lesson learned: always wrap it before you tap it—you could’ve known you’d end up pregnant. 

You had been going over your head on how you were going to tell this to said bed partner. You weren’t even in a relationship with Hank. You met at work, as you were in charge of the archives. You always shared a laugh, some jokes and you constantly telling him you cannot keep giving him cases, but in the end you caved and did give him the case he wanted.

It started with an innocent kiss after he brought you home from a bar. It ended in multiple weekly rendezvous sans clothing. 

You decided it would be for the best to tell him. Sure, getting pregnant wasn’t on your to do list for the next few years, but realizing you were pregnant with a little bean, made you smile, made you happy.

And you felt like you deserved a little happiness.

There was just one thing you were kinda scared about and that was his response. He’s quite a few years your senior, he already lost his adult kid.

Would he be happy about the news of this little baby? 

That night, after lots of pondering over the situation, you stopped in front of his place, knocking on his door. Saying you were nervous, was a gross understatement. Your legs were restless, your hands were clenched to fists.

The door opened and you were met with Hank, who smiled at the sight of you. ‘There you are. I was planning on calling you.’

You smiled slightly, though you were kinda shocked too. ‘Oh, okay?’

‘Come on in,’ he said with a smile. ‘You’re just in time.’

‘In time for what?’

‘Dinner.’

‘Dinner?’ you parroted. Never had he invited you over for dinner. It always happened naturally, you staying over for dinner, lunch or breakfast. But specifically inviting you? That’s a first. ‘Sounds good.’

He stepped to the side and pressed a kiss on your temple. ’You look good.’

You started to fear the worst. He was falling for you and wanted the two of you to move on in a relationship. A kid this soon in a relationship isn’t good. No, this is dreadful.

You took off your coat and made your way inside, even more nervous than you already were.

Dinner was sweet. Hank, per usual, offered you some wine, but you politely declined. It was a little weird, but you said you had felt a little off all day—which wasn’t exactly a lie—and he simply nodded, as he took a sip from his scotch.

‘You okay?’ he asked. ‘You look worried.’

No need to postpone the moment any longer. This was it. The moment you had to tell him. ‘I need to tell you something, but I’m afraid you might become mad at me.’

‘I would never,’ he told you and you knew he was right. While he lost his temper more than once with suspects and other officers, he never did with you. He even said a few times already: he cares about you. A whole lot.

‘Promise?’

‘I promise.’

 It’s now or never. ‘I’m pregnant,’ you blurted out.

It stayed quiet. Gosh, this silence was killing you. Your heart pounded in your chest, to a point where you weren’t so sure if it was heartburn or a soon-to-become heart attack. 

‘Hank?’

‘You’re pregnant?’ his low and raspy voice asked you.

You nodded. ‘I am. I’m so sorry.’

‘Don’t apologize,’ he told you. ‘This is nothing for you to apologize over. It’s just… I’m thinking.’

‘About.’

‘How we’re going to handle this.’

‘We?’

‘Yeah, we. It takes two people to get pregnant and I’d like it for two people—meaning us—to work out.’

‘Okay?’ You started to play with your hands and shook your head in disbelief. ‘It’s really gonna be us together?’

‘Yes,’ he said. ‘It’s just I’m torn of asking you to move in with me or to do the parenting thing from a distance.’

He wasn’t appalled by the idea of you pregnant? ‘What? I don’t even know what to say.’

Hank slid off the chair and made his way over to you at the other side of the table. He sat down next to you and wrapped an arm around you. ‘You thought I’d show you the door?’

‘Maybe.’

Hank gave you a kiss on your cheek and said: ‘We’re in this together.’

‘You sure?’ you asked. ‘I mean, it’s diapers, late nights and a lot of crying. And then we haven’t even gotten started about me being pregnant, which I’m sure won’t be pretty.’

He laughed. ‘It’s hard work, but kids are always hard work. I… I’d love for us to become parents. Together.’

You smiled. ‘Yes, together.’

‘Before that all can happen though, we need to reestablish our relationship.’

You frowned. ‘Do we have to?’

‘At least you gotta be my girlfriend, since you’re already the mother of our child.’ He smiled and kissed you, properly this time. ‘We’ll make it work.’

‘You sure?’ you asked. ‘Because now is the time to back out, okay?’

He shook his head. ‘No backing out for me,’ he told you. ‘Not in a million years.’

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