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fangirlfrom-hell · 6 months

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Exciting ||Jay Halstead x Daughter and reader

Jay has to take his daughter to work for the first time and he’s not excited about it.

For the one that voted Jay x daughter on the poll (this is not a Christmas story though)

Jay wasn’t comfortable with the idea of taking his 4 years old daughter to work, but seemed like luck was not on his side. The girl was on vacation, Y/N was on a work trip, the nanny got sick, Will was on shift and the little girl’s grandparent’s couldn’t take care of her all day long, so he had no choice. He called Voight, who with his raspy voice and without any problem said “Bring her.”

He sighed, “Ok, baby girl. You are coming to work with me today” He notified his little daughter who was sitting with her short legs hanging from the couch.

“To the police station?” Her eyes were shining bright out of excitement.

“Yea”, her dad chuckled. “Mommy will pick you up later, when she comes back home from her trip, ok?”

“Okay. I am excited!” Excited was the last feeling she learned in school and from then on she would use it for everything.

“I am excited too”, he lied, he was more nervous than anything. “Go get your backpack”, he ordered and when she was gone he muttered to himself, “I’m already running late”

It wasn’t common to take one’s son or daughter to the bullpen, but is wasn’t so strange either. Voight and Al had done it in the past with their kids; Burgess and Adam had done it with Malayla too, even Kevin had to take his little sister from time to time. This was the family Hank talked about.

Jay went upstairs with a small pink and shinny backpack with unicorn form on his arm, making a funny contrast with the gun hanging from his hips.

“Where’s the baby girl?” Adam said when he saw his friend arriving alone.

“Platt stole her from me”, he answered. He would have arrived even later if he had waited for Trudy to give her back to him. Kim smiled at the image.

“We haven’t seen her in a while”, Al peeked his head from his hidden desk to participate in the conversation, “A bit of her cheerfulness will do good to this place”

“Well, she is, and I’m quoting, “very excited” to see you all”, the proud dad smirked.

But as much excited as she was, the baby Halstead was very shy to even say good morning to them. As soon as Trudy Platt carried her upstairs, the girl ran towards her father as fast as she could.

“Why are you crying?” Jay asked in a very low voice, while sitting her on his lap.

But the one answering the question was Platt, “She started to worry when she noticed you weren’t around downstairs and then silently started crying”

Ashamed, the little Halstead girl hugged her dad’s neck and buried her face on his shoulder. A chorous of “aw” was heard around. This wasn’t what she expected, visiting the police station didn’t make her feel excited after all.

“It’s alright”, Jay kept whispering into her ear. It was only after a few minutes later that she calmed down, but even when she was acting as if nothing had happened, she was still embarrased.

Al passed by from the coffee room to his desk and handed a coockie to the girl. She hesitated on accepting it, she first turned to her dad who nodded in approval and she stretched her tiny arm to take it.

“Precauted girl. Good”, Olinsky smiled at her and she smiled back.

“Why don’t you take your colors and get to work in your coloring book, hm?” Jay said more like an order as he put her down. He couldn’t really advance in his work if she was there right beside him.

They walked to an unoccupied desk right infront of Adam. The girl climbed the chair as her dad took her belongings out of the unicorn backpack, “There you go. I’ll be right there if you need me. Remember to…”

“…be quiet, shhh” his daughter completed.

She stayed there for a while, coloring different pages. The detectives, specially Kim, would praise her artistic work whenever they had to walk by her side. She liked Kim, that woman was funny, but she couldn’t really take her eyes off of the man who had gave her the cookie: Alvin Olinsky, but he was too busy to noticed.

“Daddy”, she silently stood up an whispered, trying not to distract the people around, “I don’t want to color anymore. I want to draw”

“Uh, let me check if I have something for you to—“

“I have some white sheets in here”, Hailey opened a drawer and handed a bunch to the Halstead girl. She liked Hailey too, she had a bright smile.

“How do you say?” Her father encouraged her before going back to her place.

“Thank you, Hailssss”

She was immersed in her own world, drawing, coloring and cutting. She stood up to get closer to Adam and touched his leg to call his attention.

“How do you write ‘I love you’?” She asked the detective.

“Oh!” He took a notebook and a pen, “Very easy, let me just show you”

Jay looked up to witness the scene, altough he couldn’t hear any word they were exchanching, “Hey, sweetie”, he called out, “Let Ruz work, ok?”

“No big deal” His collegue said handing her the sheet.

A few minutes later, the little girl stood up once more to go with her father. She stretched her hand to hand him a very colorful circle of paper.

“Wow! Is this for me?” Jay exxagerated his emotion, and then melted when he read the phrase ‘I love you’ followed by a crooked heart.

With excitement, she explained it was a cup holder: “Yea, you can put your mug there”. Following orders from such a smooth voice, Jay placed his mug over the gift.

“Just what I needed” He kissed her head. When she withdrew of his side, Jay immediatly took the paper with the witten phrase and placed it in a spot where he was able to see it all the time.

Before going back to sit on her chair, the girl passed by Al’s desk and stood next to him staring, until he finally noticed.

She took him by surprise, a cute surprise, “Hey, you scared me!” That made her laugh.

“What do you like the most?” The kid asked wothout any other introduction, “Ducks or unicorns?”

Detective Olinsky took his time to answer the question. He observed that Halstead’s daughter was wearing a T-shirt full of unicorns, her pink shinny backback also had the shape of a unicorn, so he went by that, thinking it would be the correct answer.

“Unicorns, I love unicorns”

But she didn’t had the reaction he expected, instead she sadenned, “Oh! I was going to draw a duck for you”

Being in a space close to Olinsky, and paying attention to what his daughter was doing all the time, Jay listened and couldn’t help to smile to the reaction of his parter.

“Oh, well, I love ducks too!” Alvin tried to amend his error.

“A duck, then?”

“Yea, a duck!”

And she moved her tiny legs as fast as she could. Both detectives shared a look and laughed.

It didn’t pass a lot of time when the girl was next to Olinsky’s chair again, but this time he noticed. Without speaking, she handed to him the drawing of a duck happily swimming in a lake.

“What? Is this for me?” She nodded. There was something peaceful in his voice that she liked. “Thank you very much! I really love it. What’s this?” He pointed to a brown circle tha was close to the animal. The answer make him smile showing his teeth.

“A cookie”

“Well, this masterpiece deserves to be in a special place” The detective took a bit of tape and pasted the drawing where it could be seen by everyone.

Little Halstead ran to his father to tell him what just had happened.

“That’s not fair!” Adam teased her later on the day. “I want my own drawing too! I showed you how to write that phrase, you gotta remember that!”

“It will have to be another day”, Jay intervened. “Time to pick everything up, your mom’s on her way to pick you up”

“Mommy’s back?” She asked with the same bright eyes she had when realizing she was going to the police station.

“Yeah!” Her dad smirked.

“I am excited!” She stated while putting her stuff back into the backpack.

“Say goodbye, time to go. Mommy’s downstairs”

She waved her little hand to everybody in the bullpen, “Bye bye”. She even peeked her head into Voight’s office, “Goodbye, Serge”

“You are leaving already? Goodbye, little one” Hank said in a very friendly tone, “Come back soon, whenever you want”

She laughed at the idea, “I will”

It was a bit hard for her to walk down the stairs. “Do you need help?” Jay asked with his arms opened to carry her and she jumped to him.

As soon as she spotted Y/N at the desk with Trudy she yelled at her. Jay put her down on the floor when the stairs were over and his baby ran towards her mom, who picked her up in a tight hug.

“Mommy!”

“Ugh, how much I missed you” Y/N said covering their daughter in kisses.

“Me too!”

“Did the detectives threated you good?” Trudy asked, “How was your day at daddy’s work, hm?”

Wothout hesitating and with a lot of emotion, the girl answered “Oh! It was exciting!”

#jay halstead #one chicago #chicago pd #jay halstead x daughter #halstead daughter #jay halstead fic #kim burgess #adam ruzek #hank voight #alvin olinsky #hailey upton #jay halstead x reader #jay halstead x wife reader #jay halstead x y/n #jay halstead x reader!

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obessedwithfictionalmen · 2 months

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Co-Stars pt.8

Callum Turner X Actress! Reader

Summary: A bad joke is made about Y/n and Callum won't stand for it.

Warning: Joe Koy/ Swearing/ use of Y/n/ mention of being naked

Word count: 1.1k

Yn's outfit:

Award season was going well, she won an Emmy and now she was nominated for a Golden Globes for Best Performance by a Female Action in a Drama series. Unlike the Emmy’s, she was now nominated as if she was a main character, and it was amazing. The cast walked on the red carpet, again, getting yelled at by photographers. ‘’Good luck tonight, Y/n, I hope you win!’’ one yelled. It made the woman smile. ‘’Boys how does it feel to work with this amazing woman’’ without saying a word, they all start to kneel, to pay their respect to her. ‘’Oh my god’’ Y/n laughs. She takes a pose for the photographers and the boys get up. ‘’I love you guys’’ she says to her co-stars.

They didn’t know who the presenter was, so Y/n had to google him, but at the same time, Florence Pugh came to the table and asked for a photo with her. Her phone was towards the camera, her google research was exposed. But the ceremony started, Y/n was nervous, she was against really good actress, like Emma Stone and Bella Ramsey. ‘’Now Master of the Air was amazing! But I didn’t get why each time we saw Y/n on screen, we saw her naked, I mean, was the only purpose of her character, being naked? You’re playing in a series about WW2, not Sex Education’’ that was supposed to be a joke, but no one laughed. Y/n was looking at the presenter with a death stare before taking a sip of his drink. Joe nervously laughed. ‘’Sorry about that’’ he continued his speech but when he ‘apologized’ the camera went on Y/n and Callum. ‘’You better be sorry, asshole’’ Callum mumbled. He hid his mouth when he insulted him, but he didn’t understand why he thought making this joke was supposed to be fun. ‘’He clearly didn’t watch the hole show’’ Austin said to Y/n, which made her smile.

‘’And the winner is…’’ her heart was going to burst out of her chest. ‘’Y/n Y/l/n for her role in Master of the Air’’ She got up her chair, kissed Callum, hugged Austin and Antony, took off her shoes and made her way to the stage. She hugged Meryl Streep, she was presenting the award, when Y/n got to Joe, she didn’t hug him. She took the statue and came closer to the mic. ‘’Oh my god, wow, thank you so much. That’s amazing!’’ her voice cracked from the emotions. The crowd cheered for her. ‘’This series means so much to me, my wonderful co-stars, I love you so much. I don’t want to say the same thing as my other speech, because I did more than being naked in every scene, so I won awards, and people actually know who I am.’’ The crowd laughed at the comeback for the woman. Joe faked laugh and looked at the ground. ‘’To all the people out there, that are scared to pursue their dreams, don’t give up. You can do it, dreams come true! I got men kneeling for me, I won awards, and I got made fun of on national television! Thank you and good night!’’ she said, making the crowd laugh again. Callum was so proud of his girl; she stood up for herself and she did it the funniest way possible.

‘’The Golden Globe for the best drama Television Series goes to…’’ Drew Barrymore opened the envelope, the cast all held hands, silently praying. ‘’Master of the Air!’’ she exclaimed, stomping around in excitement. The cast got up, followed by Tom Hanks, Steven Spielberg and Gary Goetzman. When they all got on stage, the trophy was handed to Gary. Callum and Y/n held hands; it was special to be on stage together. ‘’Wow! Thank you so much, this is amazing! This T.V show is, I think, really important to understand history and its darker parts. I’m going to stop talking or I’ll take all the time’’ Gary laughed. The mic was given to Tom Hanks. ‘’Like Gary said, this series is the third, we did Band of Brothers and The Pacific, but Master of the Air is the last and to see it getting so much recognition fills my heart with joy’’ he said, tears in his eyes. Steven stepped forward to talk. ‘’Thank you to everyone that made this project happen, to our beautiful cast, thank you for accepting to follow our crazy idea, love you all’’ he blew kiss to us. Austin stepped forward. ‘’Thank you so much. This type of series, uh, I think, needs to be done so the next generation can understand what really went down. Thank you so much!’’ Y/n smiled; Callum stepped forward. ‘’And finally, thank you to everyone that really watched the show and saw that Y/n wasn’t always naked!’’ that made the cast laugh. A Y/n face palmed, but she was happy to see that the joke wasn’t forgotten and that the guys didn’t like it. ‘’Yeah! Y/n is amazing!’’ Barry quickly said. The woman laughed as they all left stage. Backstage, they all hugged, even the directors joined in. ‘’I’m so proud of all of you.’’ Tom Hanks said.

‘’So, Y/n, a picture came out, can you explain what you were googling’’ the journalist asked, making the woman laugh. ‘’Uh, I didn’t know who Joe Koy was, so I looked him up’’ she simply said. ‘’About the joke he made, your co-stars became protective, what does it mean for you?’’ she was tired of this question, each interview station, they asked that question. ‘’Personally, I thought it was low, I mean, it wasn’t the fact that she was naked that made her win an Emmy and a Golden Globe, so yeah. But I think he learned his lesson’’ Callum answered. Y/n smiled and leaned her head against him. ‘’Thank you, good night’’ the journalist said. They could finally leave this place. Y/n has her statue in her hand, it was really beautiful. ‘’It’s going to fit perfectly beside my Emmy award’’ she said in the limousine. Making her co-star giggle. ‘’Like we told you before, we got your back, we weren’t going to let him disrespect you like that’’ Anthony said. Y/n thanked him as they made their way to the after party.

#callum turner #callum turner x reader #callum turner imagine #master of the air #golden globes

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kitnita · 5 days

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jake oettinger gives a fan a double-overtime souvenir — DAL vs COL; game 6 — 05.17.24

[what do you do to keep focused in a long game like this?] just have fun. i don’t know, just … try not to think, and, uh, trust the guys. you know, i knew we were gonna get one in, if i could keep the door shut and, uh, i mean … they didn’t have many shots in those overtimes, so i knew we were gonna get one. [well, congratulations, good luck the rest of the way. and it seems you always win when hank’s in the studio, so well done.] yeah. yeah, thanks hank.

#hockey #stars #dallas stars #jake oettinger #legitimately my sister & i kept an eye on the girl in her otter t-shirt all night ....... opened the game by downing a dr. pepper #& closed it by getting a stick :)#also. full circle w the whole 'being a massive fan of a goalie' thing with him giving her the stick after thanking hank for being there lma #z:edit

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starscelly · 2 months

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Postgame Interview ft Fangirl Otter

"How great is it to be 25 years old, come on national TV, and the first thing you hear is Henrik Lundqvist saying, 'I love everything about your game'?" "Yeah that's, that's uh kinda a 'pinch me!' moment, so. Hank's my favorite, uh, favorite goalie, uh, of all time, um so to get to be talking to you Hank now is pretty cool, and um, you know, dream come true. So I look up to you a lot, and just an honor to have you say those kind words about me." "Oh my god!" "Ah, thanks Jake. And listen, I'm a big fan of your game, keep up the great work. Really enjoy watching you play, and good luck down the stretch here."

#HAD to highlight the 'oh my god!' it was so genuinely shocked at his emotion dsjfdsjkfs #girl have u MET HIM #jake oettinger #dallas stars #henrik lundqvist #stars lb

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darrysfav · 19 days

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50s-60s songs that remind me of the outsiders characters pt.2

Ponyboy Curtis

It's A Lonesome Old Town - Frank Sinatra

Cry! Cry! Cry! - Johnny Cash!

White Room - Cream

It's Such A Pretty World Today - Wynn Stewart

Sodapop Curtis

The Hanging Tree - Marty Robbins

Honky Tonk Man - Johnny Horton

Take Me Back To Tulsa - Bob Willis & Tommy Duncan

I Hope She'll Be Happier With Him - Wilson Pickett

Darry Curtis

It's A Man's Man's Man's World - James Brown

Sixteen Tons - Tennessee Ernie Ford

Handy Man - Jimmy Jones

Big Boss Man - Elvis Presley

Johnny Cade

They're Hanging Me Tonight - Marty Robbins

The Masters Call - Marty Robbins

Bad Luck - Dinah Washington

Cry! Cry! Cry! - Johnny Cash

Steve Randle

She's My Witch - Kip Tyler

In The Jailhouse Now - Jimmie Rodgers

Race With The Devil - Gene Vincent & His Blue Caps

Leave My Woman Alone - Ray Charles

Two - Bit Matthews

Get A Job - The Silhouettes

Hey, Good Lookin' - Hank Williams

Surfin' Bird - The Trashman

Do You Believe In Magic - The Lovin' Spoonful

Dallas Winston :

Big Iron - Marty Robbins

Lipstick On Your Collar - Connie Francis

Please Mr. Jailer - Wynona Carr

In The Jailhouse Now - Jimmie Rodgers

A/N - THIS TOOK SO FUCKUNG LONG

#the outsiders 1983 #darry curtis #ponyboy curtis #dallas winston #two bit mathews #the outsiders headcanons #steve randle #sodapop curtis #johnny cade #the outsiders imagines

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quin-ns · 1 year

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Inevitable (Kang the Conqueror x Reader)

Word count: 1.8K

Summary: you don’t know kang, but he knows you

Tags: antman and the wasp: quantumania spoilers!!, canon divergent, avenger!reader, one-sided affection, soulmates (kinda), denial

Request: anon: “Ohohoho the DRAMA of a Kang fic okok so how about an avenger who’s super powerful, and loves Scott as a friend and is a good person and has a strong moral compass, somehow they end up in the quantum realm with scott and cassie etc…. And when they meet kang it’s like he knows her… he shows her them in the future being lovers etc… it’s almost like they’re soulmates and she is horrified, she thinks he’s good looking but nuu he’s a bad guy…. How will it all turn out o.O”

A/N: loved this prompt- I did deviate a towards the end but still hope it lives up to expectations. kang was fun and interesting to write for. complex villains are the best ngl lol

cross-posted to ao3 • mcu masterlist • writing masterlist

You didn’t blame Cassie for her invention going haywire and pulling you all into the Quantum Realm. Still, it wasn’t exactly ideal.

When you, Scott, Cassie, Hope, Janet, and Hank all got sucked into the Realm, you all got separated. You, Scott, and Cassie ended up together thankfully. You could only hope that the others were all together as well.

The three of you did your best to stay out of trouble. Except that’s exactly what you got into because, well, who knows? Avengers seem to have bad luck. If you were superstitious you’d say that you and Scott both being there amplified that.

There was an attack by what you thought was a sun—you all quickly found out it wasn’t—and then some big purple… thing. You were saved, but then next thing you knew, you were being captured by what Cassie called quantum people.

Great.

They separated you and brought you to their weird town. It was a marvelous setting, but you didn’t exactly get to admire it all that much. The people surrounded you and chanted loudly, spiking your anxiety. At first you were scared, especially when they poured red ooze into your mouth. You suddenly could understand them.

The leader, Jentorra, warned you that because you were from above, he would be hunting you. The Conqueror. He didn’t sound like someone you wanted to be captured by.

The attack was sudden. Ships shooting blue lasers descended. Robots, or what you thought were robots, began to go after people. It was a mess. Some of them evacuated, some fought. You, Scott, and Cassie ran. You all knew that you were the targets and you couldn’t get captured. Not before finding the others. You saved as many people as you could along the way.

There was a giant floating metal head—MODOK is what it called itself—that stopped you.

Turns out, it was an old acquaintance of Scott (and sort of Cassie). Darren, they called him, showed his—maybe this was mean, but it was true—hilariously ugly giant face. He took you to a tower and divided the three of you into cells. Scott cracked some joke about how he had been in jail four times—one more than Cassie.

Darren revealed that he worked for the Conqueror, who built him into what he was. As it turned out, the Conqueror built a lot of what you were seeing.

You were pacing around your cell, trying to devise a plan, when the sound of heavy footsteps began to echo through the hall. It caught your attention. You watched as a man in a green and purple suit approached Scott. His face was veiled in blue and his eyes shone with the same color.

He walked right up to Scott’s cell and they began to conversate. You were diagonal to Scott and next to Cassie. You weren’t sure if the man even saw you.

You heard Scott tell him he was an Avenger, and the Conqueror casually asked if he’d killed him before. “I’ve killed so many, they start to blur together…” the Conqueror mused.

Scott asked who he was, the Conqueror told him he was the man who had lost time. He began to explain that he had a plan for Scott.

You couldn’t fully hear him, and you decided to speak before you could think to stop yourself. “Hey, if you’re revealing your evil plan, can you clue us all in?”

The Conqueror fell silent. He turned to face you. The moment he laid his eyes on, a chill ran through your spine. The blue mask was gone. You could see him more clearly now. The look on his face… there was recognition in his eyes. Sure, he said he’d killed the Avengers in other universes, but this didn’t seem like that.

“Oh, you…” the Conqueror said, seemingly surprised. Pleasantly surprised. “MODOK said there was one he never met. I didn’t know it was you. I should’ve, though.”

The fact that he was handsome threw you. You were expecting someone… scarier looking? Or more alien. Although you supposed not every villain you dealt with after Thanos would be like him.

“Am I that much of a surprise?” you asked, raising your brows.

“A bit,” he admitted. “You look so… well, like you.” The Conqueror approached your cell, Scott forgotten.

“Okay, what does that even mean?”

“I haven’t seen you in so long,” he sighed out. There was a longing in his eyes that seemed so out of place given everything you knew about the man. “It’s good to see you.”

“I don’t know you,” you told him, shaking your head.

“Oh, but you do,” he replied smoothly.

The barrier on your cell dissipated suddenly. The Conqueror extended his hand out to you, passing easily through the barrier that had once been.

“If you would come with me, Y/N.”

You hated the way he said your name. There was an unearned sense of familiarity. Despite the allure in his tone and the gesture of his hand, you ignored it. The Conqueror let out a sigh. He turned on his heel and began walking away. Slowly. Waiting for you to follow him like he knew you would.

You looked to Scott’s cell. His eyes found yours. He didn’t speak, but he was trying to warn you silently.

That was Scott, always looking out for you. But if you had a chance to negotiate, maybe get you all home unhurt. You had to try, right?

You stepped out of the cell. The Conqueror hadn’t gone out of sight. The moment he heard your movement, he halted his own. You didn’t know the man, but you could see the victorious smile he wore before he even turned to face you.

“I knew you couldn’t resist,” he said knowingly. You began walking towards him cautiously. “I have something to show you, dear. I think you’ll find it quite enlightening.”

You stopped next to him, jaw clenched. “Who are you?” you questioned. “I want a name.”

“Kang,” he revealed. “You can call me Kang.”

You nodded. Okay, that was something. You waited for him to lead the way, and he did. He didn’t offer his hand again, he realized you had no intention of making contact with him.

You looked over your shoulder one last time. You couldn’t see Cassie from the angle you were at, but you gave Scott an assuring look. The one he returned didn’t quite match your confidence.

“I have to say, I wasn’t expecting to see you here,” Kang revealed once the two of you were alone.

“Yeah, because this is what I had on my schedule today,” you replied sarcastically.

Kang let out a laugh. It was short, but genuine. It was an odd sound to hear from someone who’d sent an army to take out civilians. That reminded you that you in fact should be scared of him.

You arrived in what appeared to be the center of Kang's tower—or whatever the hell he wanted to call it. It didn’t matter what it was, it was where he had been leading you.

“What’s on your mind?” the Conqueror asked, looking your way. You were put off by sincere curiosity.

“Okay, what is going on?” You couldn’t keep it in any longer. “Why did you bring me here? Huh? Why just me?”

“Nice to know some things never change,” Kang said, mind distant for a moment. Then, his gaze refocused on yours. “You always were a curious one.”

“Stop talking like you know me!” you snapped.

Kang remained eerily calm. “But I do. That’s what I wanted to show you.”

Without further word, Kang turned his attention to—well, you weren’t sure what it was. Your best guess was something similar to a projector. He did something, you couldn’t tell what, but suddenly beams of light shot out of it.

In front of you was a projected image of… you? You weren’t alone, though. At your side was the Conqueror himself. His arm was around your waist and your head was resting against his shoulder. You were both dressed formally. You couldn’t tell where the two of you were or what you were looking at, though.

The way the projection displayed, you were staring into your own eyes. It was unnerving to say the least.

“I liked this universe,” Kang spoke up. You nearly jumped, suddenly becoming aware of the fact that he was at your side in reality as well. “We had a lovely wedding.”

Your head snapped to him, unable to believe his words. Kang looked at you and let out a content sigh. “We’re married in a lot of universes. And even in the ones where we aren’t, we’re bonded.”

“You must’ve forced me.” It was the only explanation you could think of. “You say you’ve killed the Avengers—I’d never abandon my friends to love someone who’d do that.”

“There was no force.” He sounded briefly offended before regaining composure. “As for the ‘why’?” Kang allowed a small smirk to cross his face. “I won’t spoil the ending, dear, but I’ve seen it. I’ve seen every ending.”

“Why are you showing me this?” you asked.

“Because, I need your help. Well, you and your friend. Scott, right?” he finally recalled. “I need to get out of here,” Kang explained.

“I saw what you did to those people,” you argued. “Why would I help you?”

“My future directly impacts yours,” he explained simply. “If I get out of here, you could come with me.”

You let out a mocking laugh at that. “No way. I already told you, I’d never be with someone who has done the things you’ve done.”

He looked offended. Hurt, even? But it wasn’t like you lied. There was even a flash of anger but he regained composure.

Kang stepped close to you and you stepped back. Behind him, the holographic image changed. You and Kang. Then it changed again, then again. Picking up speed. You were watching as your future in hundreds of different universes played out. Different paths, different lives, but they all ended up the same way. With Kang.

He was proving a point.

“You and I are inevitable, Y/N. In every universe where we exist,” the Conqueror revealed calmly—calculating—and continued to approach you.

You shook your head. “No,” you stated firmly.

Kang tilted his head slightly, eyeing you curiously. “You really believe that, don’t you?”

It was right in front of your eyes and yet you refused to accept it. “I know it’s not true.”

“You don’t know anything,” he dismissed passively. Like he just knew he was right and didn’t see the need to genuinely argue. “Not yet, at least.”

It wasn’t until Kang’s hand rose to your face, his gloved hand brushing your cheek, that you’d realized you had fallen still in front of him.

“But you will see,” he revealed in a way that you could only label as ominous. “You always do.”

#quin-ns writing #request #kang the conqueror x reader #kang x reader #kang #kang the conqueror #quantumania #ant man and the wasp quantumania #kang the conqueror fic #jonathan majors #marvel #mcu

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imjustheremam · 9 months

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HANK J. WIMBLETON

Platonic/Romantic Headcanons

Warning: this for not for kids also there will be some spoilers, if you don't like my headcanons please don't complain, also their will be some spoilers at the end.

Platonic

Hank J. Wimbleton, we all know who this grunt is, the best mercenary, assassin, and cold-blooded criminal of Nevada.

Hank is somewhere in his 30s or 40s maybe in his 50s

Hank is no joke, so meeting him will either be your demise, or give you trauma.

But you were lucky to be hired by 2bdamned (aka S.Q), which means Hank WILL have to tolerate you despite he doesn't want to. (this is my headcanon of reader)

Hank isn't the type to befriend since he only cares about missions and killing for his pleasure.

But you somehow befriending HIM the dangerous grunt in Nevada!! You basically made everyone at the S.Q fear for your safety, but hey i won't argue.

If your younger than him like 19 or lower Prepare to be grandchild because he's going to be your GRANDPA, like almost any other grandpa he takes the lead and will kinda protect or train you if your a rookie.

Even if your a medic your going out on missions since that's the reason why 2bdamned recruited you, your the supporter of the team, so Hank is going have to deal with you healing him and the others on missions.(Also Skinner will be teaching you when you get back)

Now if your older like 20 or above, Hank will treat you like Deimos and Sanford, but since you befriended him, he will treat you kindly but still be rude as always.

Hank will still act like a grandpa but if your like more older than the others he will treat you like 2bdamned only you might annoy him a little...

Even if your younger or older, hank will refuse to listen or let you treat his injuries...

But hank will help you on missions and might actually let you be his partner in crime

Now if you were just an average grunt he would've killed you unless you helped him or gave him supplies and BAM you got 1% of his trust, so good luck gaining his trust...

ROMANTIC

Now Hank isn't the type to fall in love or be romantic but hey, we're all simps let's do this.

Ok so Hank is the type of lover to take things slow because he's never been a relationship, he also isn’t much into affectionate things, so don't get too ahead.

So give him sometime, he still new to this. And when he finally gets comfortable, you then can show him your love but teach him please, isn't good at this..

Hank will only date you if your older like in your 20s or 30s, afterall he is kinda old (so those who are younger, sorry but your nothing but a grandchild to him or a random ass kid with a knife).

Hank will act like normal but he will show his kindness and love when both of you are alone, he likes to keep the relationship in secret, because he doesn't want anyone to find out especially when he has so many enemies after him.

Hank is overprotective when he on missions with you and will sometimes try his best to treat your injuries(yeah your gonna have to help him)

If your relationship gets bigger and better hank will act a little confident and might try to flirt with you when your alone with him, he will also try his best to hug you or kiss you.

But since hank can't kiss he will bonk his head softly to yours, while you give him a peck on his metal jaw or cheek.

But for his flirting it sounds like a threat but in a loving way

Hank would spy on deimos and Sanford just to learn to flirt alittle better (but sometimes he gets caught spying)

Hank is not stupid he still understand what affectionate hugs, cuddles and more but will pretend not to know just to see you teach him how or he's just doesn't want to be soft in public.

Now if the relationship is now at its highest, hank will no longer hide his relationship with you and deimos will tease the living sh!t out of you and hank...maybe...

Deimos will also help hank which hank will mostly refuse due to not liking the annoying pyro-maniac, but hank will try...maybe

2bdamned didn't actually approve of this but didn’t argue, 2bdamned let this slide since he wants you and hank to finish missions...

Sanford and Deimos actually worry about you having a relationship with Hank, like...your dating a grunt that tried to kill them (watch or play madness combat: project Nexus 2 you'll understand)

Also the A.A.H.W will also try to kidnap you or kill you just to make hank suffer...

When you and hank date, he would prefer the date to be private and secure because of A.A.H.W, Tricky, Jebus, Bandits and everyone that's trying to kill him

During dating hank will most likely keep staring at you because he doesn't know what to say or do but, but he won't lie he loves staring at you, it makes him special.

Oh but just because your dating and he loves you doesn't mean he's gonna stop being rude, he always will be rude but he goes 25% soft on you.

Your compliments and flirts will make him get flustered, to the point he might start shaking violently.

Also he will flirt with you aswell just to make you get flustered or embarrassed,

BONUS AND SPOILER ALERT!!!⚠

Remember about what I said that hank tried to kill Sanford and Deimos well, if you dated hank before destroying the project nexus.

Well Hank would still try to kill Sanford and Deimos, you however would be the one Hank will hesitate you kill...

Yandere behavior would've kicked in if he actually killed Sanford and Deimos

But we all or half of us know Hank lost the fight, so you would've try to revive his body or take him to 2bdamned,

you would not interact with him until you finally have the courage or hank would apologize to you by buying some hotdogs...

If hank won the fight, you be missing your legs as hank kill deimos and Sanford, after that hank give you one last soft bonk in the forehead before... finishing the mission... and yeah the end

" I'm sorry y/n.. but I can't have you stop me... " he said as he stares down at you, seeing your legs were cut off by his sword as you watch in horror, in pain...hurt.... he crouches down and leans his head, until both his and your foreheads touched as you close your eyes slowly and... fall alseep... forever

Its is all I could imagine hank also I'm working on the main 4 yandere request but my part-time job took away all my days off but I'm close to finishing it...

#madness combat x reader #hank j wimbleton x reader #madcom x reader #madness combat headcanons #yandere madness combat #Madness Combat reader insert

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Lucky Dip

Miguel O'Hara x fem!mutant!reader (Gambit's sister, co-leader of the Thieves Guild.)

Warnings:

18+, size kink, size difference, chase kink, pie eating, p in v sex, cream pie, biting and scratching, mentions of blood from the biting and scratching, pain kink, praising the reader, teasing, slight rope bondage(webbing)

Mutant powers were chosen at random, using a 20 sided dice, 3 times. Speed, teleportation, and luck. Seems fitting for the sister of the gambling cajun, Gambit.

Note:

As it's a one shot, I didn't bother with forcing Miguel to say shock. In this, he swears like a normie.

***

Something definitely was not right in the Thieves Guild. Your brother, Remy, had been training new recruits for the past two weeks. Normally that wasn't a problem, but the X-Men had called out of the blue and specifically requested his assistance. They actually requested both of you, but you weren't too keen on going with him after the last time.

The last time you went, Hank had taken every chance he got to see if your luck was as infinite as Remy had claimed. He and Logan even picked up the habit of doing the Speed Ball special to you, without warning, or just outright throwing random shit at you to see if they could hit you.

As fun as it was being tossed around like a rag doll, it wasn't exactly the type of attention that you wanted.

So, with Remy leaving for whatever mission the X-Men had, that left you in charge of Friday's last class of the day. Then hopefully an entire weekend of lounging around, eating the stash of goodies while your brother was away.

"Now 'member, cher, dere's a big guy on da new recruits roster. He's very strong, an' he's as testy as Logan. Be careful 'round 'em." Your brother cautioned as he subtly pointed at the large man in a white jacket, a pair of glasses on his nose. He was calmly drinking a tiny cup of espresso, all by himself in the cafeteria. He just looked grumpy, a lot like Logan.

"I'll be fine, Remy. You worry too much."

"I mean it. Try not t'get yourself killed, cher. He didn't like it one bit when I hit on 'em. He threatened t'slit my throat if I ever did it again, so maybe you just dun leave him be. Has sharp ass claws, and he has dis sticky shit dat he shoots out of his wrists." Remy said with a froen. You could see he was obviously upset at being turned down and threatened.

"Shut up. You're just salty he refused your advances. Unlike you, I don't make it a habit to hit on the new recruits, or my teammates." You remarked as you jabbed him in the chest. Remy feigned a shocked and innocent expression while putting both of his hands up.

"It's not my fault dat I was born a ten."

"Wow. What the fuck, Rem? It's hard for the members to take you seriously as a leader when you're always such a salacious slut. I can only imagine how insufferable you are when you go work for the Professor."

"You're just jealous Xavier asks me for help, and not you." He said and you rolled your eyes with a huff.

"I think you're jealous that the recruits listen to me better than they listen to you. Sure, exploding shit is cool and all, but I can drop-kick them into any dimension of my choosing because I can teleport! And because of that, I got to go hang out with the Avengers. They are on a higher tier than the X-Men." You gave him a sassy response and he snorted and looked away.

"Ugh, sometimes I tink Kurt would've been a better sis den you. At least he don constantly undermine my authority."

"Kurt talks shit about you behind your back, you saucy wench. He prays for your soul every night. Now that's bad if a priest prays for you, nightly." You shot back and he huffed. A second later, he started to swear up a storm in French as he searched his pockets.

"You alright?"

"I can't find my cocaine. I jus' put it into my coat pocket dis mornin'…"

"Good. You don't need the drugs. You remember what you did the last time you went over to the school with that shit?" You said and Remy just crossed his arms and pouted.

"Xavier forgave me."

***

The class had started, and you weren't surprised to see all the students, except for one, at the back of the class. The one at the front was the guy your brother had warned you about. He was huge, and he looked very grumpy. You decided to just teach a few basic pickpocketing techniques, and hopefully no one would get hurt.

"You son of a bitch!" One advanced student, John, was mad that the new guy hadn't followed the basic rules. Instead of stealthily trying to steal something from John's pocket, the new guy simply lifted John up by the ankles, turned him upside down, and shook him until his pockets were empty. Now John was struggling in the guy's grip, kicking and swearing. You went over and sighed.

"Okay, enough. Put him down. John, take the rest of the class out of here. I need to speak to this guy." You said firmly and the guy dropped John and stood back with his arms crossed while looking exceptionally pleased with himself. John took the others out of the room as he glared at the new guy. Once they left, you turned to look at him.

"What the fuck is your deal, buddy?" You asked as you leaned against the wall.

"John was trying to take my watch. No one touches my watch." He simply said, arms crossed.

Your eyes went to his wrist, seeing a fancy and very high tech looking watch that you would see Tony Stark, Reed Richards, or Hank McCoy wear. You raised a brow and slowly looked at the arm it was on.

He had massive arms and legs, a muscular torso, thick neck, and his face was pretty. You were one hundred percent certain that he had abs for days under that tight fitting white coat he was wearing. He was fine as hell, and you understood why your brother was disappointed that this guy told him a resounding 'No.' with a capital N.

"The whole point of the exercise is to steal something undetected. He would give it back when the exercise is complete. We don't attack our own people for following basic training orders, and we have a code of not stealing from fellow guild members"

"I didn't attack him. I stopped him from stealing from me, then I promptly liberated his belongings."

"Look, that's not how we do shit here, man. Our whole shtick is steal in secret from the rich and undeserving. Not shake the change and drugs out of The Spot." You scolded him and rolled your eyes.

"That's a stupid hero name. Who names themselves 'The Spot?' Sounds as lame as he looks."

"Right. What's your name, anyways?"

"Miguel O'Hara."

"Do you have a hero name? And please don't say Spider-Man, there's already two of those."

"Uh…" He stalled for a moment as he looked away.

"Right. Gotta work on that, then. What's your background? Like, human, Mutant, or…?" You asked while looking at his red eyes, sharp claws, and his funky looking vampire fangs.

"I am classified as a mutate. External forces caused my powers to develop." He said as he explained exactly what his powers were.

"Was it an accident?"

"Sort of. I did this to myself. I was trying to find and antidote to reverse a drug addiction to a drug that once you stop taking it, you die. My boss drugged me, hoping to black mail and keep me on payroll. When that backfired, I fled. That's why I am here. I want to destroy his business and take everything he holds dear." Miguel now looked very angry, with both fists clenched.

"Well, you're not gonna get very far acting like a bag a rabid Wolverines. My brother also doesn't take too kindly on people disrespecting him or myself, or the others he has put in charge of the Thieves Guild." You explained as he shifted and gave you an unreadable look. It was almost threatening.

"Look, Miguel, I don't give a shit if you wanna be here for revenge purposes, but while you're here, you will work as a team with everyone else, or you can get the fuck out of our hair." You said angrily and he tilted his head, a large grin forming on his face.

"What?"

"Nothing."

You suddenly got an idea, and you gave him an evil smirk. It was his turn to be worried and intrigued.

"Tag, you're it. Catch ya later, loser!" You declared and slapped him exceptionally hard on the ass, then darted out the door.

Miguel snarled and was off, chasing after you.

You ran past a few members, warning them to get out of the way as you hopped up the side of an empty elevator shaft and clambered up. About half way up, you could hear the hollow thuds of the metal at the bottom of the shaft, and it was loud!

Not only was it loud, but the vibrations shook you off balance. You almost slipped as you watched Miguel bound up the shaft after you effortlessly.

Your eyes went wide, and you quickly exited the elevator shaft and ran down a few hallways, then came to the stairs and ran down to the next level, and into another room. After, you teleported down to the main training room. There, you crawled up into the vents and found a shortcut to get you up to the roof. Once at the top, you waited for Miguel by watching the spot you came out of. You remembered your brother saying this guy had a good sense of smell, so you figured that he'd be a while since you teleported.

"What are you waiting for?" Miguel's voice surprised you.

"Jesus. Fucking. Christ!" You hissed as you turned around to see him hanging upside down from a billboard. You promptly backed up, tripped over your own feet, and fell back. Before you could hit the ground, Miguel had caught you and was now hunched over your body on his knees.

How did he find you? You were fast, teleported, and had luck on your side. Why the fuck did Lady Luck just suddenly decide to fail you now?

"Guess this means I win. What's my prize?" Miguel said smugly as he leaned down, his face just a mere inch away from yours.

You felt everything heat up as you became very aware of how he was perched over you. He was between your legs, both of his massive arms around you. One hand was firmly on your ass, his fingers grasping you tightly, while the other was holding your neck, fingers on your sensitive pressure points. His torso and hips were flush against yours, feeling like a perfect fit

"Oh, uh…" Your face went hot as you looked away nervously.

"You know, you're hot when you're angry. Even sexier when you're speechless." Miguel's voice rumbled as he forced you to turn your head, then he licked your lower lip. You sucked in a breath and felt him push his hips forward a bit.

So many things raced through your mind at that point. How unprofessional this man was. The audacity of this man that was pushing his huge and hard length against your aching core. How he was daring to do this, to you, the sister of the leader of the Thieves Guild.

And how fucking dare his sexy perfect face be that God damn smug.

He was pretty hot. Like, hot enough to give your brother some serious competition. Remy would not react well to not having any of the attention on him…

But it was nice to have some attention you actually might consider for once. Plus, you were suddenly feeling exceptionally horny.

For some reason.

"You know. I don't like your brother. At all. I honestly don't see how you're related. But you… I like you and I think that I deserve something good for catching you. I was told you're uncatchable." Miguel husked as his hand grabbed your hair and he yanked your head back. You hissed as his mouth smoothed over your throat. You went rigid and squeaked as he licked a line down the column of your neck to your collarbone. You squirmed and wriggled as a small moan escaped you.

"What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?" Miguel hummed as he thrust himself against you. You whimpered and rolled your hips in return, which made him chuckle darkly.

"I'll even make a deal with you. You let me have a taste, and I'll be a good boy for you. I will listen to your orders without question. I won't cause trouble, and I'll even let your playboy brother continue to have his pick of the dating pool." As he spoke, his nose nudged alongside yours. You could feel his lips right there, barely touching you as he breathed hot air into your face. He smelled like spicy coffee and mint.

That wasn't all you could smell.

You could smell something else. His cologne or aftershave. It was woodsy smelling, with a hint of something floral. You smelled the deodorant he was wearing, which surprisingly smelled like fruit. Then the cleaners he used for his clothing, fresh lavender.

All of those smells were intoxicating, comforting, and most definitely arousing. So arousing, you decided to say fuck it and go for it. You deserved it. Remy be damned if he didn't like it.

Instead of answering Miguel, you bucked up and dove your hands into his hair, pulling him in for a heated kiss. You could hear the groan come from deep in his chest as he returned the kiss with much enthusiasm. You pulled on his hair as he moved down to your chest and started to pull at your shirt. Luck decided to spare each button and seam as Miguel tugged it off violently.

He growled when he didn't find a bra underneath and he was quick to find and suck and tug on your nipples with his teeth. You whined loudly as he kept thrusting his pelvis against yours. The way he was doing it was specifically for your benefit, using your groans as cues on where you needed the friction the most. You were almost at the peak, but it wasn't enough.

You suddenly turned the tables and flipped him onto his back, straddling him. He gasped as you grabbed his coat, then teleported it away. Next went his shirt, and you stopped when you saw his hero uniform underneath.

"You weren't kidding about being one of them Spiders." You said as your hands smoothed over the silky smooth fabric.

"I'm not a liar." Miguel purred, his hands finding your hips and squeezing them as he pushed up with his hips.

"Unlike my brother. That's a good trait to have. I like it."

"I have other good traits."

"Really? Such as?"

"I've been told I have a mean tongue punch." He said with hooded eyes as he ran his tongue over his fangs. You blushed and grinned.

"Oh…" You were very intrigued. Miguel returned your grin, his large hands smoothing up and down your sides.

"Si, la Diosa Fortuna." He husked back in Spanish. You loved Spanish, and his voice was absolutely perfect for it. You found yourself grinding down hard, loving the size of him and how he held you against him.

Again, everything was turned upside down, with him hovering over you. You gasped as his hands came down, hooking his fingers into your pockets and yanking them down your legs. He threw them somewhere, you didn't really care where, and he growled when he found your bottom matched the top, too.

No underwear.

"Dios mio…" Miguel's eyes went red once he saw you bare. You squirmed, trying to close your legs and hide, but he was quick to place both palms flat on your thighs to keep them spread for him.

"Mierda… Tan Bonita…" He hummed and leaned down to have a closer look, and you felt yourself grow wetter as his breath met with your heated skin. You could hear him inhale and groan.

You tried to sit up, but he grabbed your wrists and pushed them above your head. He grinned and tsked at you as he gave you a slow grind. Another groan came bubbling forth from your throat and you suddenly felt him let go, leaving something warm and sticky on your wrists.

What the..?

You tried to bring your hands up to inspect them, but they were stuck to the concrete. You almost panicked, but Miguel soothed you by gently stroking your thighs. His face slowly dipped down to just under your breasts, placing gentle, feather light kisses to your cold feeling skin. You exhaled slowly, feeling his hands glide down your stomach and to your hips, placing kisses where his fingertips touched.

"I saw you the first day I got here." Miguel rasped as he licked your left hip and squeezed the right with his hand.

"You were busy with Remy, and a few others, playing Poker…" Miguel grinned and looked into your eyes.

"And the smug look on his face as he hit on the guy you were clearly enamored with…" He went on as he switched sides, kissing and licking at your right hip.

"It made me mad, that he didn't respect you enough to leave the guy alone… Even madder when the guy reciprocated his flirtatious advances…" By now he sounded angry, but his touches were still gentle and purposefully focused on your pleasure.

"Which is baffling to me, since you were letting your brother win the card game. I saw your hand. It was the highest the deck can hold, and he was bluffing with a pair of twos…" He whispered loud enough for you to hear as he hoisted one of your legs up and put some of his webbing on your ankle. He did the same to the other leg, then connected the two, before finally chuckling at his handiwork.

"And I absolutely loved how that flipped the petty switch on in you. Your body language changed just enough for me to notice that you weren't letting him steal your crush aaand the win from you." He smirked and ducked his head under the makeshift rope, so it and your feet were now behind his head, the backs of your knees draped over his shoulders. He sighed and kissed your thighs as his hands cupped your ass, giving it a hefty groping.

"You slammed those cards down, glared at him, then took his comical looking little sack of treasure. I enjoyed seeing the joy drain from his stupid purple and black eyes as the dude that you two were flirting with tried to switch back to you, only for you to throw the cards in his face and vanish. That was wild to see. You know your worth, and that's so fucking hot." Miguel spoke between wet sloppy kisses all over your thighs and hips. He seemed pleased with the small yelps and gasps that came from you.

"You make such pretty little noises… And I haven't even had a taste of your sweet nectar yet… Which, by the way, smells irresistible…" He purred out, face getting right close to your core.

"I want to hear you make a lot more noises for me…" Miguel hummed, right before he went in for a teasing lick.

You felt your breath catch as his tongue slipped along your wet hole. He made a deep groan as he pressed his face closer, shoving his tongue inside and wriggling it around. The action was so sudden, you bucked. He was prepared for that and he held you down firmly as he licked upwards and rubbed his nose into your clit.

"Ah, fuck! Miguel…" You kept trying to move your hands, frequently forgetting he had them bound.

He hummed and moved a hand down between your legs as he moved his tongue up to your clit, sucking it in between his lips while his fingers quickly replaced his tongue.

One finger slid in easy enough, but it was a large finger. He probed and prodded you, then slipped another inside to scissor them until he found that sweet spot that would make you arch and moan.

He felt so good!

"You taste so good…" He mumbled while slurping at your clit, fingers slowly stroking your gspot.

You whined and squirmed more, hands making fists, face scrunching up in ecstacy as you peered at him through half hooded eyes. His tongue swirled up and down, pushing in and lapping at your sensitive bud. Your knees shook, eyes rolling back as you arched even more for him.

Just a little bit more…

Miguel decided that now was a good time to pull away. You groaned in disappointment and thrashed a bit to let him know you were displeased with him suddenly stopping. At least he kept his thick fingers inside of you, but he refused to budge them. He looked you in the eye and grinned while he slowly licked his lips and fangs.

"I want more of you." He leaned in and husked into your ear. You felt a shiver ripple through you, right down to your throbbing cunt.

"Miguel… Please… Stop teasing me…" You softly begged him as you clenched around his fingers. He hummed and nodded, then proceeded to wriggle his torso between your legs, so your roped up feet would stay wrapped around his waist.

"What do you want from me, hermosa?" Miguel asked while he slowly undid his belt and pants. Your eyes carefully watched him while you subconsciously licked your lower lip.

"Show me the rest of that fucking suit of yours. Please?" Your voice was full of need as you struggled with your confines.

Truth be told, you could break out of them, if you wanted to, but the thought of being dominated like this was thrilling. Miguel was proving to be quite the asset, because he was exceptionally great with that mouth of his. He hadn't even poked you with his teeth, thank the Gods. You could even swear his tongue was longer than a normal person's should be.

Miguel smirked at you and he shucked his pants real quick with a kick behind him. That left him standing in that blue and red. Your eyes raked down his form once more, going wide when you saw the bulge between his impressive thighs.

"I take it you like what you see?" He purred as the suit slowly crumbled away into a fine holographic dust, leaving him naked, aside from his footwear. Every muscle, curve, and dip was on display, and you groaned as he reached down to cup your face. His other hand gripped his leaking cock, and he pressed it against your opening, sliding it up and down your slick folds.

"Yes…. Please?" You gave him a pleading look as you lifted your hips, trying to encourage him to slip inside.

Miguel's eyes narrowed, hand slowly going down your body to your dripping center. He pressed his thumb over your clit and began to push himself in bit by glorious bit. You sucked in a deep breath as the head of his cock sank deeper and deeper, and quickly exhaled as he pushed himself to sit fully inside of you. Your mouth was wide open, eyes nearly shut with tears leaking down your cheeks at how much he was stretching you.

"Mierda… So tight… So wet…" He hunched down to whisper in your ear as he patiently waited for you to adjust and give him the go ahead. You controlled your breathing, feeling him whisper his praises as he gently stroked your thighs.

"So good… Your pussy feels so good… Amazing… You can take it…" His voice was rough and low, almost gravelly as he nipped your neck just behind your ear. You whined, moaned, and gasped as he dragged his fangs along your skin. He felt you flutter around him and he drew back just enough to look into your eyes.

"Miguel, please… Please, fuck me…" You breathed out as you ground your pelvis into his. Miguel groaned, his hands going down to grab at your backside, pulling you up as he sat on his knees. It was a bit awkward with your hands still stuck to the roof, but it was worth it with how much deeper he seemed to fit.

"Si, si… Just hold on…" He replied and then started to thrust in a heavy rhythm. He was testing to see how you felt and you answered him with a groan and writhed as he went harder. You could hear how wet you wet for him.

"You like that, yeah? Being fucked like this?" Miguel growled as he increased the pace. You weren't able to reply as he slammed hard against that sweet spot. You could only moan loudly and you came. You convulsed as he chose to keep pushing against that spongy mass of nerves.

Miguel was quick to stimulate your clit once more as he went faster, drawing another orgasm from you too quickly. You shook, thrashing as you yelped. He adored the noises you made, how you whined for him as he hit that spot especially hard, or how you gasped and barely could breathe when he decided to push you tightly down against the concrete and drag himself especially slow, teasing you.

"Such a good girl… Can I come inside?" He groaned as he went in and nudged his nose against yours.

"Y-yes… Oh Gods… P-please… Please fill me…" You managed to reply between strangled breathes and drawn out moans. Miguel grunted and his lips crashed against yours as he hungrily kissed you and started to go even harder.

You felt him pulse and twitch the closer he got. You couldn't do much but wriggle in his grasp as he moved on to your neck sucking and licking your skin. His teeth dug in a bit more as his claws gripped your hips, both just barely breaking the skin.

"So good… Gonna fill you…. Fuck…" He mumbled feverishly as he worked his pelvis hard against yours, making sure to rub your clit as he pushed in all the way. His teeth sank into your flesh, claws digging in as his cock spurted a thick load and painted your walls. You felt how warm it was, the rush of his fluids as he kept coming, pumping more and more into you. It got to the point where you started to feel it leaking down your ass, pooling under you as he started to move once more.

"More… One more…" He mumbled and kissed you hard. You could taste your blood on his lips as he dove his tongue in and amped up the speed of his hips again. You groaned and started to yelp as he fucked you hard a fast.

"Your hands… Scratch me…" He was desperate to feel your hands on him again, so he reached up and slashed the webs, freeing your hands. You quickly brought them down to his shoulders and dug them in, causing him to hiss out a loud moan.

"Like that, harder…" His voice cracked as you did what he asked and dragged them down to his ass, leaving angry lines in your wake.

He shuddered and suddenly twisted your body, and you heard the sound of the webbing snap at your feet. He somehow got your left leg straddled with his, with your right being put over his shoulder, one of his arms holding it in place, all while keeping his throbbing cock inside of you. He panted hard as he pushed in, somehow getting it deeper with each thrust.

"Oh fuck, so deep, Miguel, fuck…" You panted as you watched his face, with him damn near snarling as he looked at you intensely.

"Gonna put more come in ya… Gonna… Gonna…" He started to trail off muttering in Spanish as his movements got sloppily. He brought a hand down to rub at you, his face turning to your leg, tongue licking a stripe from your ankle to your calf, his eyes never leaving yours. You dug your fingers in harder, pulling him in closer as the obscene squelching noises got louder along with your moans.

"This is the best pussy I've ever fucking had…" He managed to get out, before the Spanish came spilling forth in a jumbled mess. His face twisted into sheer ecstacy as he slammed into you hard and released another fat load into you.

This time you got to see his expression as he came. He was gorgeous and sexy as his brows furrowed, eyes shut with tears streaming from the corners of his eyes. His mouth was divine, with him chewing on half of his lip, one fang hanging over it. His nose was crinkled just a bit, and his cheeks were blushed out on his lovely cheekbones.

He looked like a marble Renaissance statue of a God.

You felt yourself let go again, coming hard along with him. He made a whimpering noise as you clamped around him, and he brought you both to rest on his back, you on his chest. You both stilled, only the sound your heavy breaths filling the night air.

"Wow, that was amazing…" Miguel murmured as he kissed the top of your head. You hummed and snuggled in a bit closer.

"It sure was. I suppose you're going to rub this in my brother's face when he gets back?" You asked. He chuckled and patted your ass.

"That depends "

"On what?"

"If he tries to hit on me again, I'm definitely gonna rub it in his face, along with the fact that I stole this from him, and he didn't even notice." He grinned as he dug into his jacket beside him and showed you a small gold pill box. Your eyes went wide and you gasped.

"Miguel! You didn't!?"

"Sure did. Took it while he was busy smooth talking that brunette with the white streak in her hair. She saw me take it from him, too, and she didn't tell him. Dunno why."

"Oh, her? That's Rogue. Remy has the hots for her, but she keeps turning him down. She can't touch anyone without sucking the life from them... That, and something about him being too sleazy for her or something."

"Oh man, if he doesn't wanna be called sleazy, maybe he should stop hitting on anything with a mouth. I guess I'm doing him a favor, then." He laughed. You rolled your eyes, but knew he was right.

"True. I think he won't ever stop being a horny menace, even if he manages to find a partner."

"Being a horny menace isn't so bad."

"Are you for real, right now?"

"Well I think being a horny menace is okay if it's with one person all the time." He said with a charming grin, those fangs making him look extra alluring.

"Miguel, what are you implying?"

"How about dinner, tonight? Before Remy gets back? I know this amazing little place that has the best Jerk spiced fried potato wedges, and fantastic Belinis."

"A date? That's what you want from me?" You asked, a little surprised he wanted to see you again.

"Yeah. I like you a lot, and you're fun."

"You know what? Sure. Your tongue punching game was very convincing."

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Note:

I wrote this while in an edible stupor over a few days. When not high, I was at work, escaping my duties by writing this trash and waiting for the floors and the laundry to dry. This was not proofread.

Also, I did not write the reader with the same Cajun accent that Remy has because:

1. That's too much work for a one shot.

2. I envisioned the reader to be biologically related through blood, and were separated young enough for her not to share the accent, but you can disregard this and do you.

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Ships? But Sir, They're Trains!

It's Valentine's Day, and to celebrate, I thought I'd break my usual streak of not shipping the talking trains together and share the pairings that I like the best! But only of the original 11, and a few other RWS-related friends (and maybe a bonus or two from the TVS).

Also known as: local weirdo decides trains can kiss, but only on Valentine's Day.

Let's get into the ships... er... trains.

Thomas:

Almost chronically single. I'm sorry Thomas, but you're not very good at the dating thing. Maybe Hank if I swallowed my pride and went to watch Season 12 - just because Hank's calm and friendly personality would naturally balance out Thomas. But also because they are the epitome of 'gentle giant' and 'tank engine terror'. Also, Thomas blushes in this episode:

(Sorry for the Season 12 image, but it's the only Season Hank was in!)

Edward:

This engine has options! Or more to the point - this engine has suitors. Not all make sense to the poor engine - but that's the pain of being the one everyone looks up to. I would put him with BoCo, but I must admit I had a phase where I read EdwardxJames fanfics. So... nostalgia wins (that and Edward needs someone with a fiery personality to boost his confidence sometimes, and James needs a cooler head all the time).

(Look at the smile on James' face! He's ecstatic to see his engine.)

Henry:

Bear. The answer is Bear. I'm sorry, but that Hymek has it bad for Henry, and Henry fought for Bear to stay on Sodor. And after the early days when every engine fought, Henry has no interest in getting tangled up with them again, only this time romantically. Besides, the youthful energy and eagerness Bear has will only benefit Henry, who can be a bit of an old grump.

(Bear, I can't tell if you're looking into Henry's eyes or not...)

Gordon:

Hoo boy... Gordon, oh Gordon. What to do with you? Henry and James are taken, Edward and Thomas are more siblings than romantic interests - and engines 6 through 11 are just not close enough. But how about BoCo? (Yes, this is why I didn't pair him up with Edward). BoCo is calm and polite where Gordon is loud and brash - and Gordon does see BoCo as his saviour. It would probably be the plot of a b-list romantic movie, but I can see these two getting together, with Gordon being the jock and BoCo being the 'kid' of Edward.

(Look at that little smile Gordon has! This engine is smitten.)

James:

He's with Edward, thank you. More than that, he doesn't really fit well with the other RWS cast romance-wise. Thomas is something of a rival and friend, while he wants Gordon and Henry to acknowledge him and Percy is something of a little brother/annoyance to James. Edward and he have a lot to work out (mostly James groveling) but they got a lot of coding in the series from what I remember. Plus Edward saved him - so we've ticked the cliche box.

(Yes, this means Edward is the knight in shining armour. James is a diva anyway.)

Percy:

Has about as much luck as Thomas does, if we're honest. Young, childish Percy has no chance, while older, grumpier Percy is more interesting to consider. The Percy of Seasons 5 and 6 I could see bagging Harold. But then, we could also consider the absolute insanity of Percy and Diesel 10. Imagine the shock, imagine the story! (I'm a writer, let me dream about how I'd write this lot). Diesel 10 would be the delinquent who is soft for Percy and Percy only. It would also lead to an epic fight between the helicopter and the engine with a giant claw.

(Um, is Percy... blushing?! What are these faces?! I have questions.)

Toby:

Is married to Henrietta. They are old couple goals. Percy and Thomas are extremely jealous.

(Toby is grinning cause he knows his wife - that poor manager...)

Duck and Donald:

I considered Percy for Duck, but I feel like what Duck needs is an engine who can really bring out the playful side in Duck - the engine who helps him be more than just the railway he used to work for. That engine is Donald. When they ended up playing pranks on each other in Donald's Duck to the point where Duck stooped to putting a literal duck in Donald's tender knowing Donald would find it funny really says it all about these two.

(Look at him, so excited to play his little prank! His driver is wheezing!)

Douglas and Oliver:

These two practically have a kid in Toad already (or an advice-giving uncle. One of the two). Douglas saved Oliver, and that sort of thing has a lasting impact - especially because it's also the most likely relationship to actually happen. Both Douglas and Oliver are known for sticking it to authority, being a bit hot-headed and being led a bit more by spirit and the heart than by their heads. They have Toad for critical thinking. They live and work together too - and it would be hilarious to watch Duck blast his safety valve off when he finds out.

(Ah yes, let me just stare into your eyes for half an episode.)

Mavis and Daisy:

These two are disaster lesbians, and we love them for it. It's also the femme fatale (or as femme fatale as a diesel railcar can be) and the butch (she works in a quarry - this girl wears overalls) tropes - and they're disasters. Need I remind anyone that Daisy was the one who encouraged Mavis to ignore Toby? It would also be hilarious purely for how much Thomas and Percy would grumble about being single, while Daisy and Mavis rub their relationship in the pair's faces. Which would lead to that one memorable incident where Thomas tried to flirt with a very unamused and confused Bertie.

(Mavis, sweetie - don't listen to Daisy's advice. I know you're distracted but ple-- and she's gone.)

Annie and Clarabel:

Are wine aunts and siblings. And no, neither of them are interested in Thomas, so you can stop thinking that.

(These coaches are Thomas' wine aunts and best friends - and he loves them too.)

Bill and Ben:

Are children! Edward's children! That he has with BoCo (sort of) leading to the brilliant moments where Gordon has to 'babysit' them - which is mostly done with a lot of grimacing and begging BoCo to just hand this lot over to Edward and James - no seriously, please stop letting these two just randomly adopt you as their parent. They're evil, and they wanted to throw me in the sea, remember? No, I don't care that James doesn't like them, I don't like them! BoCo!

(He's petrified of them, but he wants to be nice for BoCo's sake...)

Emily:

Does not need a man, thank you. But she is entranced sometimes by Caitlin's streamlining (yes, I have seen some CGI - I am not a true purist, I am sorry Awdry). Then again, sometimes Emily likes Hiro - and then there was that one time where she was just so upset that Mavis wouldn't notice her. Emily doesn't need no man - but she's also not exactly got the best selection of potential candidates at her shed...

(She's got an amazing poker face. Caitlin however...)

So... that was a thing I did. Somewhere around Percy's entry, this gained a coherent plot in my mind - probably a High School AU? - and now I'm just thinking of Diesel 10 towering over Percy, blushing and trying to give him flowers (with his claw???) while Harold seethes. Clearly, being a single pringle has driven me insane.

Happy Valentine's Day to everyone, I hope you enjoyed this wild idea and if people want expansions on these ships (still trains) and why I like the idea of them, please go ahead and ask!

If people really like this, I will take on the Narrow Gauge engines.

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