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Here With Me

─────── · · A Smosh Fanfic

Pairing: Ian Hecox x gn!childhood-friend!Reader

─ · · SUMMARY: you could confidently say that you were a fan since practically day one, growing up alongside Anthony and Ian before life has you changing schools, states, and relationships only to come back together and for what? a company that is falling a part as soon as it had grown legs? but maybe there is something or someone that allows you to stand above it all... and you the same for them...

─ · · TAGS: gender-neutral pronouns, light swearing, mutual pining, heartache, friends/lovers, play fighting, possible cringe, angst and fluff.

─ · · MASTERLIST | TAGLIST REQUEST | WORDCOUNT: 2,609

─ · · A/N: sorry, no update for the comments section just yet, university and college have me running laps to keep up but i offer this instead! hope you enjoy! 😊

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You had lived in the same neighbourhood as Ian; rode the same bus in the morning as him, sat through the same repetitive morning math classes and shared notes (but if anyone took a closer look, you both were drawing imaginary cartoons in the corners). Hell, he was even your first "date" to the sixth grade halloween dance, you both dressed up as ghosts, Anthony the ghostbuster chasing you around the gym before being told off by the English teacher.

Ian never failed to make you laugh, you thought him to be one of your greatest friends with his blunt and increasingly dark humour as you both aged and went off to different school districts. Those days of laying in the grass of his backyard as he ranted out various video ideas you failed to understand but choose to actively listen, appreciating his enthusiasm and his mom would come outside warning you to make it back home for in time for dinner. Sitting in his room, watching them scream jokes at one another at the top of their lungs as you did your best to muffle your laughs. Or dipping out of the way as Anthony ran by with a camera to riding your bikes to the corner store to sit on the curb, popsicles dripping down your forearms were soon long gone as you both grew into different people.

You remember missing Ian, Anthony, all your friends you had grown up with dearly. Looking back, you hated to admit how much you felt the need to forget your old self in the new environment... Moving to a new neighbourhood and trying to fit in among the established friend groups. Changing your style, your phone number, your hair, and interests to try and desperately fit in and go out with that one friend you had a crush on.

You fell into that new person, those check in emails you would send over to the boys now long forgotten as the years went by. And by the time graduation came around, that friend you had been dating those past four years, the person you thought to be that high school sweetheart you would somehow spend the rest of your life with became the biggest asshole you had ever met. Dropping your ass just before you walked the stage and into the summer sun.

When you would come home to start packing your bags to university in another state, a familiar voice was echoing down the hall. You swore it to be just in your grief of a failed relationship you spent so much time in rather than discovering who you truly wanted to be. But as you opened your younger siblings door just a creak, you saw Ian and Anthony playing in video across their desktop screen.

The brown cardboard box you were holding dropped on your feet as you cursed out in pain, the door slamming in on your face as you asked for the link only to receive no answer. You cursed, looking down at your phone, cursed at all your decisions as your once friends started blocking your number, and all you wanted in that moment was to be a kid once more...

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Was bringing flowers too cliche, the wrong message, did I remember the house number wrong? You anxious stream of consciousness flooded any sane thoughts as you tapped your foot against the concrete paver and stared into the chipped red-painted door. You could faintly hear footsteps moving behind, a woman yelling and another series of footsteps trailing behind and soon you were met with glasses, a striped shirt, and wide eyes.

"WHAT THE FUCK," Ian ever-so graciously greeted you before stepping aside and letting you in. His mother waved at you from down the hall, her rollers in before the bathroom door closed just as the front door did behind you.

Ian held out his hand as you started to reach out to shake it awkwardly before remembering the flowers in your hand and shoving them into his palm instead. "Here!"

"uh, thank you?" He took them in his hand, eyes shifting around your face before walking out of the entryway and into the kitchen, silently expecting you to follow along as you slowly took the pictures in from along the walls. A small smile with hazy eyes crossing your features in a subtle display as you bump into his front, flowers in water, sat on the counter behind himself.

He holds out his hand once again as you look down at it and against your better judgement, you loop your arms over his shoulders and pull him in for a hug. His brown hair tickles your nose as you let out a soft breath, barely hearing Ians identical response as his arms raise, hands spraying out across your back. "Its good to see you again, Ian... I-I really missed you, so fucking much," you choke out, raising your head slightly to blink away the hot tears as he pulls you in that much tighter before stilling by the sound of a new voice.

"IAN! I have a new idea what if we- how shit, you never told me- oh fuck, well- hi! good to see you again," Anthony staggers to a complete sentence as you and Ian drop each other in an instant and turn to face your other old friend coming in from the screen-door.

You smile, hands extending up and outwards as he rushes over to give you a short hug. You all take that moment to stare at one another before Ian suddenly starts laughing and you and Anthony can't help but do the same in disbelief of the situation.

"Fuck, where did all the time go?" you blurt out and after some pizza order in with a six pack of soda. You were all crowded around the television super mario on the screen as you all sat on top of one another getting noise complaints from the neighbours for hogging the controller.

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You hated how fast summer came and went between being the cameraperson to film their videos to helping Anthony manage the website and to listen to Ians endless stream of ideas while also telling him off of the completely outrageous ones all the which Anthony was forever grateful to have another person to agree with him and have Ian actually listen.

And as you were loading the last boxes into your trunk before slamming the door closed. You felt the cold glass against your palms as warm tears threatened to spill from your tear ducts. A hand was placed gently on your shoulder, twisting you into their front as you gripped the plaid shirt Ian wore.

You looked at him, laughing internally at his foggy glasses for to only come out as sobs. "I'm sorry for having to leave again... i'm sorry Ian that this keep happening, fuck I am a really shitty friend and things were just starting to feel... normal again."

"Nothing is normal with us three," Anthony retorts, walking up the driveway a tray of coffee's in hand as you all cringe and then manage a laugh. You and Ian still hold each other in a side hug as you grab your drinks, your parents stand to the side, observing the moment as you glare at the sudden flash from your peripheral vision.

"You'll thank me in the future," you parent yells from the grass as you shake your head. "Yeah, right!" you retort with a roll of your eyes before smiling at Ian already finding him doing the same. "I'm going to miss you too," Ian speaks softly, giving your side one last squeeze before dropping his arm, allowing you and Anthony you share a moment together.

Anthony placed his drink on the roof of your car as you do the same. Your eyes go wide as he turns you away so that you can no longer see anyone and pulls you into a hug. "I think we almost have something, don't you dare miss out on it this time but also like- have fun or whatever. Just make sure to not loose any of our numbers."

"Never again," you state with conviction as you pull away before walking up to the drivers door and taking your seat. Putting your hands at the top of the wheel, your head on top your flash through images of popsicles, scrapped knees and bikes with soda cans before backing out and onto the road.

A series of curses are thrown as you begin to slowdown and look through the rearview mirror, your back window now hard to see through the brown sludge making its way down from the... roof. Ah fuck.

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You made sure not to make the same mistakes as your younger self and kept in contact with the boys, this time around you were one thousand times more grateful of it too as they offered you a portion of the channel as soon as you graduated from your media studies and production degree.

You moved back to California without a second thought. Sure, you had truly made some good friends and connections but just the thought of roller blading down another hallway, camera in hand had that childhood excitement you had missed ever-so dearly coming back and you just had to follow it.

It made you smile seeing your name return to the credits alongside Ian and Anthonys... in reality you were the only names on that list but it was the sentiment nonetheless. Yet it would only be a matter of time that would change...

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You were now a somewhat figure head to your own... department somehow. You were still unsure of the complete deal as the boys walked you through the new space the company you all had worked together to build as kids and it was a surreal experience touching all that expensive equipment you thought to have left behind at university and to have actual track across the floors and not your roller blade marks was a bittersweet feeling.

You and Ian left Anthony to take a call as you introduced yourselves to the new employees, failing to notice their curious gazes and hushed whispers about the two of you.

The crew loved watching the two of you interact (and soon the fans loved any glimpse of you, it would be the only thing mentioned). You fixing his hair and glasses as he floated a hand on your hip before going in front of camera. Him sending you winks and personalized jokes before going on air. You grabbing and waiting to eat lunch with him in the cafeteria. Always ensuring a seat beside the other or sitting on the same chair.

Yet as HR had once came in and asked, the office becoming silent as you both laughed and waved it off as old friends would before returning to work and as you worked you were more than surprised to learn that people actually recognized you from frames you failed to get out of in old skits and your name at the bottom of descriptions.

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Adulthood had once again touched that childlike innocence you were protecting as you came into your first of a hundred or more meetings sat between Ian and Anthony sharing notes with of course doodles and cartoons before being told off like kids once again by corporate. That word itself left a bitter taste in your mouth as you stared down at your hands wondering just what else did the universe have out for me, for us?

(And you did right to question).

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The channels, yes channels, you would laugh at your past self for not comprehending the sheer scale Smosh was operating at now as you physically ran between sets and stages that hosted dozens of cast and crew alike.

In the energy of it all, you, Ian, and Anthony barely saw one another besides the boardroom or as you watched them in front of camera. It was moments like this as you handled a small handheld camera in the corner that you felt a draft of the old come in from up the floor planks and greet you with a immovable smile upon your face.

You loved all the creatives you worked with, and even dated a few guests on the show. Yet you hated to admit to yourself when dining with them, how much you thought of Ian... and Anthony. You could not remember the last time you spoke in a room alone, went out together, had a drink or even had a sleepover.

You also failed to remember at what point you had started to grow jealous over Anthony for being able to spend so much time with Ian outside of work as they lived and worked alongside one another. You felt stupid for feeling left out but then again, you could not help the way you feel and silently let your emotions brew beneath the surface as months dragged into years only for things all to come to a staggering halt.

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Anthony was leaving was the first bump into what would be a cliff dive face first into a deep unknown for Smosh as you were mercilessly trapped to the wheel, Ian not forced to your passengers side as you observed everything happening for you.

Next was the bankruptcy and that dark little wish you had within you soon became a sickening truth as you allowed Ian and some of your friends, the cast and crew into your two bedroom apartment with cracked ceilings and moldy faucets.

Ian and you shared a room like you had in the past, it was your sleepovers all over again but your backs faced one another. "I... I will understand if you leave too... I don't want to hold you back when you have a degree and your partner to take care of-" Ian begins to speak in a corse tone, his voice strained from the long day as you blink yourself away and catch onto his words with an equally heavy heart.

"I-I promised not to leave again, I can't just leave you here with this Ian. We will find a way... we did it every other time, didn't we?" you reassure in an unsure tone as Ian laughs earnestly onto to let out a pained sigh by the end.

You can hear the bedding shuffle as he turns to face your back, you feel his gaze run over your shoulder before you twist your neck to connect eyes and then your body as you roll into his side, letting out a sigh.

"Thank you... for staying, I really need you in more ways than one, always," Ian's voice now barely above a whisper as you hear the hall bathroom light hum on as you both groan out in frustration to the light peaking out from underneath the door.

"I'll always need you too, Ian. You ain't ever getting rid of me," you joke. Head now tucked underneath his arm.

"Oh fuck, well I guess I'll have to kill you and hire a necromancer later..." Ian mumbles with a yawn, his ankles intertwining with your own.

"Oh shut up, you-" you begin, hand now playing with the loose threads of his shirt.

"Hey! thats my line," Ian closes his eyes as he holds a delicate smile, you are already asleep and fail to reply. Somehow you both knew in that moment that things would be just alright and you both were just fine with that.

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─ · · A/N: opinions, thoughts? 😇

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author’s note: this is kind of a continuation of this post. you don’t have to go to it, just know that you founded smosh with ian and anthony!

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the truth (ian hecox x reader)

requested by @asillysimp "OMG HERE ME OUT!! Is it possible to do a Smosh Fic (Ian Hecox x Reader) that includes a “2 Truths and 1 lie” . Ian is facing one of the cast members while Reader is one of the watchers behind the camera, and Ian said somn about him and reader are together! The cast member picks that option only for them to be wrong and making a video hard launch! (And if possible add the Comments section, I always love how writers write their reactions)"

a/n short n sweet one for y'all!! trying to catch up on rqs as much as i can rn!!

gif cred belongs to @wazurenaide

"lay it on me, ian," trevor grinned, shifting on his stool as ian sat on the one across from him. they were doing a 'two truths and a lie' interlude during the smosh games stream, putting trevor on the spot to be the guesser as the crew worked to adjust the set for the next part of the stream.

this part was supposed to be a short, entertaining filler moment, but with nearly all the cast gathered around backstage at the moment, ian intended on taking advantage of this opportunity.

"alright, let's see," ian sighed, resting his hands in his lap as he pretended to think about the words he had prepared days ago, "i have catfished people online by pretending to be a girl," he paused as the cast and crew around laughed, trevor's jaw dropping, "with anthony, to be clear.” trevor let out a loud laugh. “um.. i have two sisters.. and i’ve been dating y/n for three years.”

“oh, yeah,” trevor ‘pfft’ed with a confident grin, “the last one. the y/n one is the lie.” ian watched your castmates turn and smile toward where you were sitting, teasing at you behind the camera.

ian just spoke, in a more calming tone than necessary, “trevor, i only have the one sister.”

the silence on set was deadly. ian’s eyes searched behind the scenes and found your own warm gaze, and he couldn't help but smile at the grin on your face just before the explosion happened.

“WHAT?!” a chorus of voices exclaimed. instantly, questions were being hurled in all directions, alex shouted about how the chat was going insane, and one voice could be heard laughing behind it all.

"THREE YEARS?!"

"i can't believe it! angela owes me fifty bucks!"

"I KNEW IT!! i kept saying it, and you all called me crazy!"

"what are you laughing about?!" courtney demanded, wheeling over to anthony and the set mostly quieted to hear the exchange.

anthony was grinning wider than you and ian were. "i just love love! and chaos!"

it was a whirlwind day after you and ian's reveal, with unending support and questions from both the stream and your friends. after the stream, you all celebrated your successful week with drinks and you and ian answering any and all questions at last. you left the bar, full from the mixed drinks that your friends insisted on paying for in "celebration" of you and ian's love, and your heart from all of the love and hilarity your friends had piled onto you both.

that night, as ian's arms were wrapped around you and his head comfortably nestled into your back, you finally let yourself check your social medias.

"what are you doing?" he mumbled into your shoulder after hearing his own voice drift into his ears.

"i just want to see what people are saying about our stunt," you hummed, scrolling through videos and posts about the moment. there were clips of the moment, screenshots of the chat during that moment, and thousands of comments showing shock, support, and love toward the two of you.

smoshlubr I KNEW ITTTTTT I KNEW IT, THEY ALL CALLED ME CRAZY BUT I KNEW IT!!!!!

y/nl/n4pres THREE YEARS???? i can sense the theory vids coming to trace it back to the start...

lyfeissweet i have never ever seen two people so willing to bare their souls to the internet hide something so well

hugsfrspenss i'm so weak in the knees at the off camera look ian was giving after the reveal.. i just KNOW he was looking his woman in the eyes with the most love UGHHH

ytube092 it's like we all knew and none of us knew

luvrofluv who else already knee deep in fan compilations now knowing that they were together the whole time.....

heidiseek wanted what they had when they said they were just friends, now i'm desperate for this kind of love to find me

smoshchan SO SO HAPPY FOR IAN AND Y/N!!!

"anything crazy?" ian spoke into your back a few minutes later, pressing a small kiss between your shoulder blades. you didn't realize the tears in your eyes at that moment.

you sniffled as softly as you could, closing your phone to snuggle further into your boyfriend's arms. "only the good kind."

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The Danger of Rubber Chickens and Crocks

Summary: Ian insists he's fine after a fall on Challenge Pit, but that doesn't mean you don't worry about him.

CW: falling, bruises

WC: 1.2K

AN: For some reason, I find inspiration in Challenge Pit videos. This can be read as stand alone, but I imagine it in the same universe as No Pain, No Gain

Inspired by this week's pit video:

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If someone asked you which Smosh videos are your favorite to shoot, you might have to think about it for a moment. Reddit stories are always interesting, and you get to be comfy on the couch while Shayne reads you wild stories. Scripted sketches are what got you hired at Smosh in the first place, and will always hold a special place in your heart. And who doesn’t love getting to play video games at work?

But honestly, your answer would have to be challenge pit. Sure, plenty of your shows lead to chaos and silliness, but not the way challenge pit does. You never laugh harder than you do filming those videos, and it always feels like you’re just messing around and hanging out with friends. 

Every time you see a new video get pitched you hope that you’ll be chosen for it. Of course you can’t be in every one, the cast always rotating to keep it fresh and keep the fans happy, so it’s always a fun surprise when you see your name on the list. 

For this episode the three challenges are trying to draw the perfect circle, guessing who is the dancing imposter, and the quiet place challenge, which involves you all wearing crocs with rubber chickens taped to the bottom while running away from a blindfolded, pool noodle wielding Amanda. So, just a normal day at Smosh. 

It’s been a while since you and Ian have both appeared on one of these videos, and honestly pretty long since you’ve done any videos together. You know it’s not on purpose, that your relationship isn’t trying to be hidden or anything. It’s just the way the scheduling worked for the past few shoot months.

So you’re extra excited to be able to do this silly video with your boyfriend by your side. Add in Angela, Shayne, Amanda, and Chanse, and you know chaos is imminent.

The first challenge begins, and Shayne draws a frustratingly near-perfect circle. Ian does as well, which, that’s annoying that they’re both so good at this. You and the others, well, you definitely don’t do the worst of the group, but Ian and Shayne totally have you beat. 

The next challenge just leads to sillines, and at one point you’re laughing so hard that you hold on to Ian in order to not fall to the ground. Somehow, Shayne wins once again. This leads to the rest of you becoming extra competitive for the final game.

The rubber chickens are, as always, a huge hit. Sure, they’re loud and annoying, but they make everything about one thousand times funnier. Add in Amanda wearing a helmet and blindfold, it’s truly a ridiculous scene. One you’re getting paid for. 

When the game begins, you’re given ten seconds to run around and confuse Amanda. You’re trying your best not to laugh at the sound of the chickens as everyone sprints in circles when it happens. You watch Ian slip and absolutely eat shit as he crashes to the floor. 

Everyone immediately stops, and even though Ian gives the thumbs up that he’s okay, you’re worried. It was a hard hit, and you know him well enough to see that it caused him some pain. He sees your concerned face and silently reassures you that he’s fine to keep going.

At Ian’s insistence, the game continues. He does get up and starts running again so he’s obviously not injured, though you notice his hand rubbing at his leg a couple of times. He doesn’t give up, but he does play dirty by hiding behind the pillar multiple times, and then when it's just you two left, hiding behind you. 

He manages to win, but you all do give him some crap for hiding, even though it’s technically not cheating. The video wraps up with Shayne being announced the winner of the episode. 

When the shoot is done, you turn to Ian and ask if he’s really okay.

“I’m good, promise. I mean, my leg is sore, but nothing to worry about,” he says.

“Alright. It just looked like a bad fall. I got worried.”

He grabs your hand and gives it a squeeze, stating, “I’m fine. Probably looked worse than it actually was.”

You smile, relieved to see that he really is okay. He leans in for a quick kiss before the two of you part to each go to your next task of the day.

Due to your schedules you don’t see Ian until later that night. He had an afternoon meeting he knew would run long so you’d driven separately that morning so you didn’t have to wait around for him. By the time he gets home you have dinner on the table, one of his favorites. 

After dinner the two of you load the dishwasher together and settle on the couch to watch a couple episodes of a new show you’ve been binging together. 

It’s a perfect evening.

But then it’s time to get into bed. And while normally you enjoy the part of the night when Ian takes off his pants to get comfy, tonight is a different story.

“Ian!” you exclaim looking at his thigh.

“What?” he questions, confusion clear on his face.

“You said it wasn’t a bad fall!”

“It wasn’t,” he replies, still unsure on why you’re bringing it up now.

“If it wasn’t then why is there a bruise on your leg?”

He looks down and you can see the moment he sees what you’re talking about. His expression turns sheepish now that he’s been caught.

“You need ice,” you state. “Get in bed and I’ll grab it.”

“I can go get it-”

“In bed. Now.” You order before softening and saying, “Let me take care of you this time. You’re always helping me when my clumsiness gets me bruised. It’s my turn.”

“Well alright, I guess I can let you tend to me,” he replies, a fond smile on his face. 

Ian does as he’s told and accepts the ice pack when you return. He keeps it on his leg for the recommended twenty minutes and then you bring it back to the freezer so it’ll be cold when you force him to use it again in the morning. 

Cuddled up in bed you say, “I don’t like when you get hurt.” 

“I know. I don’t like when you’re hurt either,” he replies. In the dark room it’s easier to have these more open and vulnerable conversations. 

“I just don’t want anything to happen to you. I love you.”

“I love you too,” he says. He holds you closer and presses a kiss to your head. Safe in his hold, you fall asleep.

By the time the episode airs weeks later Ian’s bruise is totally healed and any memory of pain is gone.

Which is why, when you watch the completed video for the first time, you can’t help but burst out laughing at the fall. While you had been worried watching it happen live, now that you know he’s okay, it’s an absolutely hysterical wipeout.

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AN: Thanks for reading! I have a couple more Ian stories in the works, but feel free to send requests!

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"Being by myself in the home we shared for so long, that was really tough. So I got a dog. Seriously, how had I never had a dog before? Krypto and I, we took a lot of walks together. Took a lot of naps. Watched a lot of sunsets. The years we had, they meant a lot..."

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Not Again

Fandom: Chicago PD / One Chicago

Pairing: Hank Voight x Reader

Warning/s: mentions of death/terminal illness/cancer scare

Word Count: 1,069

Request:  Would you do a Voight x reader, with the reader falling ill with something more or less severe and Hank getting really worried due to what happened to his wife?

It’s not that you didn’t want people to know, you just didn’t want them to worry until you were sure. A lump could mean a number of things, right? No need to get alarmed until you were sure. 

So that’s where you were headed, your appointment at Med for a biopsy scheduled under the guise of a denist’s appointment. Your partner, Hank, had been neck deep in various cases with Intelligence, having no reason not to believe you. It did naw at you, lying to him, but you figured you’d spare him if you could, he’d already been through this once with his wife, Camille, so you knew where his mind would go.

The appointment itself went well, they got the sample they needed and sent it to be tested. Now the waitng game began. It was as you were headed out of the exam room, being given space to get dressed again, they you practically collided with Hank. 

“Sorry… Y/N?” He paused, clearly as surprised to see you here as you were to see him. 

“Hank, hey, what’re you… what’re you doing here?” You asked, taken back. Of course you were going to tell him eventually, but you most certainly weren’t prepared right now, quite clearly walking out of an exam room that specialised in one thing. 

“Working a case,” he said plainly, of course he was, you were the one being suspicious, not him. “Y/N…” He looked around, taking in the scene and location, piecing together enough on his own for his face to fall.

“I can explain-” you began, not really knowing how, but knowing you needed to, but he shook his head, swallowing hard. 

“You said you were going to the dentist, why would you lie? Is something wrong? Why wouldn’t you tell me?” He raised his voice a little, but it was strained, and you knew he was getting worked up because he was worried, mind racing to catch up.

“Hank… I sorry, I should have-” you were interrupted by Ruzek and Burgess appearing around the corner, both freezing as they realised they’d walked into the middle of something. Hank straightened up and squared his shoulders, face going back to a mask of tone, betraying nothing of his worry and hurt except in his eyes as he gave you one last look.

“We’ll talk about this later,” he told you, leaving no room for discussion, squeezing your shoulder, “I’ll see you at home Y/N.”

“Bye…” you said, breath catching in your throat as your emotions built up. Ruzek and Burgess regarded to carefully, about to say something to you when Hank hurried them along, so you offered them a tight smile and they nodded back, following him with curious and confused expressions. 

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You were sitting on the couch when you heard the front door finally open, the familiar sound of Hank putting his keys in the dish, hanging up his coat and removing his gun filling you with a sense of dread at each passing second. 

There was a cup of tea in front of you on the coffee table, but you’d barely sipped it before it had gone cold, elbows on your knees and head on your hands as you contemplated what you were going to say to him.

You should have just been honest from the start, you thought guiltily, he deserved to know, especially given what he’d been through before. You didn’t lie to each other, ever.

But Hank didn’t look upset with you as he made his way into the main room, he just upset for you, worry and sympathy displayed clearly on his face in a way he rarely allowed. It took a lot for Hank to betray his emotions.

“Are you okay?” He asked, voice smaller than usual, taking a seat next to you on the couch and putting his hand in yours, waiting for you to speak.

With a breath, you began, explaining the lump you found, the appointment you scheduled, the referral, today’s biopsy… Hank didn’t say a word while you spoke, allowing you all the time you needed to pause, catch your breath, think through exactly what you needed to say, but you could feel his grip on your hand tighten all the way through.

When you were finished he nodded solemnly, taking it all in. It was a relief, to finally get it all off of your chest. No one else knew about this, you’d kept it in for so long you had felt like you were going to explode, now you breath a little easier.

“I wish you’d told me,” he finally spoke, looking at your hands.

“I know, but I didn’t want to tell you until I knew… with everything you went through-” you explain but Hank met your eyes, shaking his head.

“-with Camille,” he finished, a flash of pain in his eyes, “but Y/N, that doesn’t mean I wouldn’t be here for you, I can’t lose you, and that includes you pushing me away, you know I love you.”

He wiped away a tear falling down your cheek before you could, leaning his forehead against yours. “I love you too, and from now on, I promise I’ll tell you,” you told him, and you meant it. You were in this together. 

The ringing of your phone pulled you back to reality, making you jump as you leaning over to where it was plugged in. It was the hospital. Hank saw, giving you a reassuring nod as you answered it. 

“Hello… yes, this is she… okay, yes, yes… oh okay, no thank you, yeah I will, thank you,” you said, Hank listening to you intently, unable to hear the other side of the phonecall.

He looked at you expectantly as you hung up, face betraying nothing as you sorted through the information in your mind. 

Finally, you looked at his face, breathing a sigh of relief and breaking out into a smile. “Benign,” you breathed, watching Hank release a breath as he pulled you into a hug, “they’ll still remove it, but it should be nothing more than a simple surgery, I need to ring back to book the appointment,” you explained the rest of the call, knowing it wasn’t the most important bit. 

“Y/N… I love you,” Hank smiled, kissing you. 

“I love you too,” you replied, leaning into him as you relaxed. You were going to be okay.

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Connor Rhodes x Reader

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kiss

pairing: hank voight x reader

summary: hank is late for your date due to a case so you decide to take matters into your own hands.

word count: 0.8k

requested by anon

note: ok this was cute. thank you for requesting! :)

hank was supposed to meet you an hour ago.

you left him two calls and three texts asking where he was at with no response. so now, you sat at the precinct awaiting his arrival and you watched as the time went by.

your reservation that you booked for the two of you, per his pleading when he realized he wouldn’t have time to call at lunch, was now expiring.

you couldn’t help but pout while you tapped one of your heels on the tile floor. unfortunately, you had a feeling you probably looked like one of those girls while you sat in a chair at the front.

your black coat was wrapped around the crimson red dress that you wore. and you had on a shade of lipstick with mascara that coated your long eyelashes perfectly.

you were never one to need the false eyelashes and hank loved the natural beauty about you that you were blessed with.

he couldn’t believe half the time that you were his when he laid awake at night with you on the other side of his bed. lately, he was stuck at work with awfully long cases.

finally though, he was done for the night and was about to make it back to the precinct with his intelligence team. as you waited for him to return, you looked around and watched the people that walked by.

you felt especially bad for the sergeant standing at the desk and dealing with the people who wouldn’t stop houndering her.

it was that time of the evening where it was leading into the night and crazies were starting to come out and appear.

you could see trudy platt, you knew her name thanks to hank who talked about the people he worked with, dealing with the fools who wouldn’t stop yelling at her to help them out.

you rolled your eyes at their tones and checked your phone once more. you had two texts, one from your best friend sylvie who was a paramedic at the fifty-one fire house.

and also another from your friend over at med, maggie. it was funny that you knew these women who hank saw once in a while due to work.

nobody knew that you two were dating though. you’ve kept it under lock and key for quite a bit but once you saw hank walk through the front door you stood up and walked over to him.

hank didn’t notice you at first, he was still talking to jay about the paperwork the team would have to fill out once they got upstairs.

adam’s eyes widened at the sight of you. “woah who is this?” he smirked.

only once in a while did he see an attractive woman like you and he was about to make a move on you. that was until you stood right in front of his boss, hank voight.

“babe. i’ve been calling you.” you spoke up. your boyfriend turned away from jay to see your beautiful self standing there and he couldn’t help but swallow and glance at you up and down.

he still didn’t understand what you saw in him but was thankful everyday for you and the love you had for him.

“i’m sorry sweet girl, i was caught up with work and there was a-” he started to say but you shushed him immediately when you put your lips on his.

his hanks wrapped around your waist and pulled you closer to him. it was like you were fighting for dominance with the way you were kissing him, but in all honesty hank just missed you today that bad.

the office immediately quieted. you smiled at the thought and trudy was practically high-fiving you for quieting the stupid people and for snatching up their boss for your own.

she glared at the man standing in front of her desk for good measure and he gawked at her before turning away.

your hands went around hank’s neck and you pulled him even closer and the team was watching the whole interaction with gasps and pointing.

well the only one that pointed was adam, at the disbelief he was seeing and hailey pushed his hand down. “wow go hank.” antonio smirked and jay grinned.

you finally pulled away from him and tried to subtly gasp for air. hank smirked at the sudden thought and couldn’t help himself. “wow if you always kiss me like that then maybe i’ll be late more often.”

you glared at him and he laughed. “relax baby, i'm just kidding.”

he turned towards the team and they all had smart-ass smiles at the sight of their boss lip locking with a woman in the precinct. antonio put up his arms and gestured to the door.

“go and take your woman out. don’t wait up. we’ll do the paperwork.” hank thanked him and walked out, dreading the questions he knew people would be asking in the morning.

hank couldn’t help but smile in that moment with you in his arms. after you made it outside, he opened the car door for you to take you out to that dinner he owed you.

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I completely understand why Annie got 4 kids with this man lmao (x)