Safety

Safety

*Not my gif*

Pairing: Hank Voight x Reader

Requested: Yes

Prompt: Voight is not here for people threatening his family

Warnings: None

A/N: This is my first Voight imagine so hopefully you all like!

The pregnancy came as a surprise. Like a huge surprise. Luckily you were prepared for something as big as this, and Hank was ecstatic. You worked at the front desk of intelligence which is how you met Hank. Your relationship definitely had a weird start and progression, but it isn’t anything you would ever want to change. Yes, he was older than you, but you never had a problem with that, and it never made an impact on your relationship. As serious and risky as Hank can be on the job he was the opposite when it came to you. Completely loving and romantic. Making sure you were always okay. Taking care of you in every way, and even more so after you found out you were pregnant. You were getting bigger by the day, and your self esteem was dropping right along with it. However, Voight always assured you of how beautiful you were. Obviously he’s very overprotective of anyone he cares about. None the less when it comes to his family. So, whenever you started receiving the random calls and letters of threats you didn’t want to tell him. It didn’t bother you much at first. You knew Hank had a lot of people on his bad side, and you just figured they were trying to get a reaction out of him or they were trying to distract him for whatever reasoning knowing he would drop everything to hunt them down. However, whenever the letters and calls became more frequent you started to get a little anxious and the tipping point hit whenever the latest letter had threatened the life of your baby. You knew you had to talk to someone. Get someone else’s opinion to assure you that you were just starting to overreact, but you needed it to be someone that wasn’t going to go crazy. Someone that would be level headed unlike Voight or even Erin. So, you had decided on Antonio. You had thought about going to Jay but you didn’t want to get him in trouble with Erin if she ever found out so you went with your next best option.

“Hey Antonio can I talk to you about something real quick?” You whispered as you stood in front of his desk. He threw you a weird look before nodding and heading towards the break room for you to follow. Once inside you made sure the door was closed not wanting anyone to hear or walk in on the conversation.

“What’s wrong?” He asked clearly worried. You pulled the latest letter out of your back pocket laying it on the table.

“So, I just need you to stay level headed with me okay? That’s why I came to you.” You began as he went to reach for the paper. “I’ve been getting these and a few random calls here at the district for the past couple months. At first I just didn’t think anything of it, but they’ve become more frequent and as you can see they mention the baby in that last one there which is why I felt the need to finally do something.” You explained protectively laying your hand on your stomach as Antonio read over the note.

“Voight doesn’t know?” Antonio asked even though he already knew the answer. You looked at him sheepishly not answering. He sighed running a hand through his hair. “You have to tell him.” He stated.

“What? No, Antonio I can’t. He’ll lose his shit.” You whined.

“I know, but we need to do something about this [Y/N]. Whether this is a joke or not it needs to be taken care of, and we both know I can’t do it myself. He’ll find out. He always does. It’ll just be a bigger fight then. It’s not just about you. We need to keep that baby safe too.” Antonio explained reaching to squeeze your shoulder. You sighed heavily feeling defeated that your little plan got blown up so fast.

“Okay, but can you please just not let him do anything stupid.” You begged.

“I’ll try my hardest.” Antonio promised hugging you, but you already knew it was a lost cause. You told him you would talk to Voight tonight at his house where he was able to react “freely.” Taking the note from Antonio you folded it up sticking it back in your pocket before you both headed back out to your desks. Upon stepping out of the door everyone’s eyes immediately turned to you two.

“What?” You asked innocently ignoring Hank’s suspicious gaze on you as you practically waddled back to your desk. He threw you a look and you knew you would be getting questioned later as you rolled your eyes at him leaning back in your chair while they focused their attention back on the case they were working on. For being such a badass Hank got surprisingly jealous quite easily and you got that vibe from him the rest of the day. You were supposed to leave before him as Erin offered you a ride home, but you politely declined deciding to wait for him to be done to go back to his place. You were in the process of moving in and you did not want to be surrounded by all the boxes you still had left to unpack. Just about everyone was gone as you walked into Hank’s office making yourself comfy in the chair across from him. He looked up from his computer raising an eyebrow at you.

“I thought you went home?” His gravelly voice echoed in the room.

“Decided to wait for you.” You shrugged picking up the bowl of M&Ms he had on his desk popping a few in your mouth. He looked at you amusement on his face for a second before it returned to a glare.

“Antonio didn’t offer you to come back to his place?” He asked accusingly looking back down at the papers on his desk.

“Excuse me?” You replied annoyance in your voice.

“What were you doing in the break room with him earlier?” He asked continuing not to look at you. “Stop picking just the green ones out. They all taste the same.” He lectured laughing a little as he watched you dig through the bowl in your hand.

“Having sex obviously. Right where everyone could walk in. Adds to the risk I guess.” You answered sarcastically as he looked up at you rolling his eyes. “Why do you get so jealous?” You asked propping your feet up on his desk.

“Because…I… because.. can you just answer the original question?” He huffed as his cheeks turned a light shade of pink. You knew he was insecure about the age difference, but he always refused to admit it. No matter how many times your reassured him.

“I wanted to wait till we got home to talk about this.” You mumbled sitting up straight and putting the bowl back on his desk.

“Just tell me.” He huffed.

“Okay, but you have to promise not to go all psycho.” You groaned as he just continued to stare at you not promising anything. You rolled your eyes leaning up to pull the letter out of your pocket handing it to him. He looked confused before taking it and reading it. The further he got the more anger took over his body.

“What the hell [Y/N]?! What is this!” He yelled making you flinch a little. You went on to explain everything. Which just made him even more angry if that was even possible. He pulled his phone out quickly.

“What are you doing?” You asked.

“Calling everyone back in here.” He stated putting the phone to his ear. You quickly snatched it from his hand ending the call to Erin.

“No. You are not calling everyone back in here. It’s their night off. Let them be.” You lectured holding the phone away from him.

“This guy is not only threatening you but our baby [Y/N]. Do you not get that.” He retorted.

“I do. But waiting until tomorrow is not going to change a thing Hank.” You crossed your arms across your chest.

“You’re not leaving my sight.” He growled.

“Wasn’t planning on it.” You walked around his desk to kiss his cheek. He finished up the rest of his work before you guys headed home. Whenever he said you weren’t leaving his sight he wasn’t kidding. It was like he had to have eyes on you the entire time. Tension was clear in his body as you drifted off to sleep in his arms. The next morning he woke you up before your alarm went off. You groaned stuffing your face in your pillow.

“Come on honey. I called everyone they are coming in early.” He rubbed your back trying to get you up. You huffed slightly annoyed that he was waking you up early as well as the fact that he called everyone in early. Eventually you had arrived at the district. Greeting Trudy on your way up the stairs. After everyone was there Hank informed them of the situation. They all turned to face you shock and worry written on their faces, except Antonio of course.

“Can you all not look at me like that?” You rolled your eyes. They wasted no time getting down to work, Hank continuously on everyone’s asses. When it came down to it they had traced the calls that came through the district back to a David Graham. Someone Hank had busted a while back and had just gotten out of prison. As you had expected. Everyone suited up getting ready to make the guy regret his every thought. “Hank...please just don’t do anything stupid.” You sighed hugging him. He nodded kissing your forehead then leaning down to kiss you stomach before everyone drove off. You went back to your desk catching up on some work as you waited for them all to get back. After about an hour you had went down to deliver paperwork to Trudy just in time to see Hank and Antonio carrying the guy in. David’s face covered in blood, cuts, and bruises. You weren’t surprised one bit, but you were just glad Hank didn’t kill the guy. You headed back up stairs as everyone else was scattered around. “How’d it go?” You asked Erin leaning against her desk.

“The guy is lucky he’s alive. That’s all I have to say.” Erin answered smiling a little. You shook your head walking over to your desk as Hank walked up the stairs. He smiled walking over to pull you into his arms.

“Well?” You asked looking up at him.

“My family is safe for another day.” He sighed laying his hand on your stomach.

“Didn’t go crazy or anything did you?” You raised an eyebrow.

“The guy’s still alive. That was your only request.” He answered shrugging.

Giraffe slippers | C. Evans

Summary: Chris can't get over your son's giraffe slippers

Warning: fluff

Pairing: Chris Evans x reader, dad! Chris

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Inspired by this photo

You heard the sound of squeaking shoes tapping on the floor. You knew exactly who it was. You walked out of the kitchen, seeing your 14 month old son, Charlie, walking towards you with his sweater sleeve in his mouth. On his feet were giraffe slippers you just brought for him.

Ever since you brought them, he wouldn't take them off.

When he saw you, he smiled and giggled. "Hi baby." He tottered to your arms, and you picked him up. You kissed his cheek, tickling his tummy. He laughed and pushed his head into your neck.

"do you love your slippers bub?" His looked up at you and smiled. "I'll take that as a yes." You gave a Eskimo kiss before sitting him because down.

He tottered off to his toys, leaving a trail of squeaks. You laughed at him and went back to the kitchen.

——————

Chris entered the driveway, exhaling. He just had a long day of meetings and was finally home. He was super excited to see you and Charlie after his long day.

He opened the front door, sitting down his bags. hearing little squeaking sounds, he frowned. He walked further into the house, "Baby." He shouted. You announced that you were in the kitchen and he walked towards the room.

Before he could walk in, the squeaking sounds got louder, before he found the source. Charlie walked up to him with a smile on his little face.

The first thing Chris saw was the giraffe slippers on his feet. He instantly smiled. Kneeling down, Chris gave him a few kisses before picking him up.

"did mommy buy you slippers?" At the sound of your name, you walked towards the doorway seeing Chris and Charlie. "Did I hear someone say mommy?" Chris nodded before walking towards you. He gave you a kiss before pulling away.

"yeah just talking about these giraffe slippers. They're to cute." Chris walked up to the kitchen island and placed Charlie on it, standing up.

He bounced him a few times, causing the shoes to squeak. Chris laughed at the sound and turned to you. "Why do they squeak? There so adorable."

You smiled at him before answering. "I have no idea." Chris turned back to Charlie and smiled at him. "Your to cute in them, bub."

He took him off the counter and set him on the ground. Charlie didn't waste time running off. Chris laughed once again at the sound. "Do they got those in adult size."

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The Presentation

Summary: you want to go to your boyfriend’s house and your parents say no. But you’ve got a presentation.

Pairing: Chris Evans x Sister!Reader.

You stand next to the TV. Scott and your parents are seated on the couch. Scott has his phone out recording knowing it’s gonna be a historical event in the household and it needs to be documented.

“This is why I should be allowed to go to my boyfriend Lucas’ house,” you said as Chris comes into the house through the front door.

“NO!” Chris screamed. “No! NO!”

“Excuse me, this doesn’t involve you,” you said.

“NO BOYFRIENDS!” Chris yelled.

“I am in the middle of my presentation!” You sassed.

“NO. BOYFRIENDS!” He yelled marching over to you.

“You. Are. Interrupting. ME!” You yelled back and clapped at every syllable.

“No. Boyfriends,” Chris said. “You’re just a child.”

“I’M SEVENTEEN!” You yelled.

“A. CHILD!” He screamed.

“YOU ARE NOT MY FATHER!” You screamed back.

“I AM DOING WHAT NEEDS TO BE DONE!” Chris screamed.

He picks you up as your parents and Scott are laughing hysterically. He takes you to your room as you’re screaming out for help. Scott obviously posts the video to his Instagram and Twitter to show how dramatic you and Chris can be.

Hey! Love your writing, can u try writing a David x reader where someone comes into the backyard (like a few weeks ago) and then it’s all funny until David leaves to get his camer or he’s not there and the reader gets hurt and needs to be protected by David

Great idea! Sorry, it took me so long to write it! I hope you enjoy it! 

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THE INTRUDER 

You grip the wooden spoon, dipping it into the red sauce that you have had simmering over the hot fire for the last ten minutes. You’ve been trying to recreate a red sauce; that your mom used to make when you were younger; using only your tastebuds' memory. It certainly is a challenge, but hopefully, it’ll all be worth it when you serve it with the pasta. At least, you hope so. 

You wear your AirPods since the house is too quiet for your liking. You also can’t blast music, like you usually do when cooking because David is sleeping. You slide across the kitchen while hearing your playlist, dancing along to some of the songs. 

Earlier today, both of you had gotten into bed to watch a movie and relax after he had finished editing the latest vlog. He has been sleeping for the last five hours. The house feels too empty when he as asleep. His loud voice and famous laugh always feel the void. 

You tear your eyes away from the bubbling sauce, turning to the counter in search of the basil when his appearance startles you. A shiver runs down your spine as you feel your heart accelerate within your chest cavity — ready to burst. You press your hand against your skin while exhaling loudly, trying to calm yourself before you have a cardiac arrest. You yank one Airpod out as you wait for an explanation. 

“I woke up and you weren't there” His voice is hoarse and croaky. He rubs his eyes like a little boy trying to wipe the sleep off. His hair is messier than usual and he seems a bit lost. “It smells delicious” From where you stand he looks cuddly and warm. “How long have I been asleep?”. 

“Five hours” You gather the freshly chopped basil into your hands before turning around and pouring it into the sauce. David takes the opportunity to walk up to you from behind. He wraps his arms around your waist, nuzzling his face in the back of your neck. He has the tendency to deeply inhale your scent. He likes how you always smell like vanilla with a touch of lavender. The scent always soothes and comforts him. It reminds him of home and home is with you. “Are you hungry?” You ask as you feel his warm lips against the bare skin of your neck. 

“Very” He mumbles against your skin. “You’ve been alone all this time?” David hates taking long naps. Not only because they mess with his sleeping schedule, but they make him feel disoriented like he has woke up in another world — years later. 

You lower the fire of the sauce and put a lid on before turning to face him. The food only needs a few more minutes. 

“Yes. I wanted you to get some well-deserved rest” You earn a small, lazy smile from him before he pulls you into his arms for a bone-crushing hug. Just like you expected he is warm and cuddly.

“I wish you would have stayed with me in bed” He pouts as he pulls away from the hug. He holds your face with both hands, his ring feels cold against your hot cheeks from cooking. “I hate to wake up alone without you by my side” His thumbs gently caress the side of your cheeks as he looks into your eyes. David Dobrik has is a way with words. He has always been able to make you feel warm and giddy within. He always says the right things at the right time.

“I’ll keep that in mind next time” You lay your hands over his as you maintain eye contact. You hadn’t thought about it, but you also hate waking up to an empty side of the bed. 

“Good” The corner of his lips tug up, creating a gentle yet pretty smile on his face. He kisses you delicately trying to taste your sweet lips. In a few seconds, it transcends into open-mouthed kissing. David drops one of his hands and wraps his around your waist. He tugs you closer to him, pressing your chest against his. David detaches his lips from yours to kiss the corner of your mouth, followed by your neck and jaw. 

“That was nice” You exhale with your eyes still closed. You feel your lips getting swollen and tingly from the quick makeout session that you just had. David's hands keep you in place as he stares down at you. His thumb gently brushes against your bottom lip as you savor the previous moment. 

“That good huh?” You open your eyes and catch his side smile and gleaming eyes. 

“Oh shut up” You roll your eyes knowing that you had just fed his ego. He smiles with an open mouth, biting on his tongue. You lightly push yourself away from him to get back to cooking. 

“You liked it” He smiles giving your butt a gentle squeeze. He then walks to the other side of the kitchen island just to watch you cook. 

“How hungry are you?” You ask as you reach up for a white porcelain plate.

“I could eat a horse” You giggle at his response while you begin to prepare his plate.

“Is this enough?” You show him his own plate. 

“Perfect baby” You turn back around and pour some red sauce on the pasta before adding some garlic bread that you had just prepared. You quickly prepare yours right after his and take both to the table. 

“Here you go. I hope you like it” You place the plate in front of him before pulling a stool and sitting down — across. 

“This looks, delicious baby. Let me go get the camera” He says raising to his feet. 

“The camera? What for?” You take the garlic bread up to your mouth, already too hungry. 

“I want to vlog this. It’s cute” He says before he walks back inside.”No one has ever cook like this for me” David shrugs leaving you smiling to yourself and mentally high-fiving. 

Just as he disappears into the bedroom. You see a silhouette standing outside, pressed against the glass door. David’s body was covering it when you had previously sat down. Hence why you hadn’t noticed it before. Your eyes are frozen open and your blood turns cold as you try your best to visualize the person that it's outside since it’s so dark. You mentally pray that it’s just another member of the squad trying to pull a prank. 

Whomever it is, it’s starring back at you as you try to come up with a way to alert David without setting him off. You look over at the side of the door wanting to check if it’s locked and safe for you to go and call the police. Your pulse accelerates as you notice that the door is unlocked. You look back at the trespasser hoping he hasn’t caught on.  Unfortunately, he has...

“David!” You yell while sprinting towards the door. You throw yourself towards the door trying to get to it before he does. You slip on some stupid bouncy balls that David had been playing with earlier. Your head gets smack against the frame of the door, leaving you a bit disoriented. The man manages to open the door. 

He is in his late twenties. He is dressed fully in black and when you look into his eyes they are dead cold. There is no emotion or forgetfulness. He kneels in front of you, he is close enough to you that you can smell the alcohol breath on him. You shut your eyes too scared to look at him directly in the eyes. 

“You are Y/N — David’s girlfriend” The man smiles widely as he stares at you. “You are just as pretty as in the vlogs”. He isn’t a random man, but a fan. 

“‘Hey babe, what’s —” David stops dead in his tracks as he notices the unknown man. His eyes move to the opened door and then to you. 

“It’s you” the man gasps, standing up and covering his mouth. “HOLY SHIT! FUCK!” He yells as he takes only a few steps to get closer to David. “I love you!” 

David holds the camera tighter to him as his eyes glance over at you. You have managed to open the skin on your hairline. A considerable amount of blood is streaming down your face. Your hands quickly try to wipe it away and keep it away from your eyes. 

“Hi” David fake smiles taking a few steps towards the kitchen island. “How are you, man?”David knows he has to keep him calm so he can get to a phone and call the cops. 

“I am good! I was just meeting Y/N! She is really beautiful!” The man says as he follows David. He stands close to David’s previous seat. “Were you guys eating? I am sorry to interrupt!” He rambles as he looks down; at the now cold pasta. “Hey! Where is the rest of the squad?!” He looks around the house with his eyes. 

“Do you want to meet them?” David asks as he places the camera on the counter. He has an idea and he just hopes it works. 

“I would love to! Could you do that?” The man pulls at his hair excited that he will be able to meet all his idols. 

“Let me just get my phone and call them. Would you like some pasta? Y/N made it” David offers to try to distract him. 

“I would love to. You truly are kind just like everyone says” The man settles on the stool giving David the time to pull out his phone and dial 911. “Wow! This is delicious Y/N!” 

In matters of minutes, the police are bursting into the house and tacking the man.

“I think your pasta might have saved us,” David says as he leans against the side of the ambulance while they clean your wound. “I am sorry” he feels guilty. He feels it heavy in his chest. He wants to burst into tears. It all just felt too scary. 

“Hey” You reach out and grab his face. He leans towards the touch as his eyes water. “This wasn't anyone’s fault. I am perfectly fine and so are you. We are okay”. 

“I love you” He whispers as he sits beside you. He presses his lips against your cheek. 

“I love you more” You answer as the red and blue lights keep flickering and illuminating the outside of the house. 

Tony + ‘threatening’ his kids (anti-Tonys, stay on your fucking lane, this post isn’t for you)

Stood Up

Summary: you get stood up on a date.

Pairing: Chris Evans x Sister!Reader

Requested by: @grazersgirlfriend

You waited. You waited. And you waited for this boy.

You waited anxiously looking out the big glass windows for him as you’re seated in the diner that is the teen hotspot in Sudbury. You hate waiting on someone. You like to plan things. You like being on time and or early to things.

You had done your hair and makeup. Natural of course. You didn’t want to seem that you’re putting too much effort into it. And a glam look is more for formal events and prom. You had put on a short dress for this boy even though you aren’t too comfortable with wearing them but you decided to go out of your comfort zone for this boy. You were sure to shave and exfoliate so if he were to put his hand on your thigh it wouldn’t be hairy and instead smooth with little to no cuts from shaving. You’d do heels but you can’t walk two steps in them without stumbling. Instead converse are the better choice. You didn’t bring a jacket in hopes that this boy would drape his over your shoulders if you do get cold. You had done all this careful and meticulous planning for a boy only for him to not show up.

Oh but of course, you can hear the snickers behind you of classmates and your efforts are meaningless with his no show. You try texting this boy once again and you get no response. You’re done waiting in this diner where people can gawk at your embarrassment. You’re sure somebody has done a TikTok or two to make fun of you.

You text your older brother asking him to pick you up earlier than the designated time. He immediately asks what’s wrong and you tell him that you’ve been stood up.

“God fucking damnit, Bubba,” Chris said to Dodger as he slips on a pair of suit pants. “Boys are so stupid.”

He even puts it out in a tweet and apologizes to all the women out there. Your brother continues to rush to get ready. His manager would be proud of him if she saw how fast he got in his suit and along with how he tied his tie all by himself. He does do a quick mirror selfie before heading out. Chris is sure to take his 1967 Chevy Camaro so he’d be riding in style.

You’re too busy looking at your phone to notice the car pull in. Chris gets out and shuts the door. He locks the car and goes into the diner. There’s already some shocked faces of the teenagers to see the actor though most know he’s from the same town.

“Why—?” You asked.

“Sit, sit, sit,” Chris said sliding into the booth across from you. “I didn’t speed all the way over here to not have dinner with you.”

“I assume you’ve got a ticket,” you said.

“Not tonight. I got a warning,” he bragged happily.

You giggled. It makes your brother smile even though he’s quite pissed off at this boy who thought to stand you up. Chris will worry about beating up some teenage punk later and worry about making sure your night isn’t ruined. He’s had too many of those ruined nights where dates don’t show up and he’s not gonna let you dwell on this one too long since it’s your first.

“It’s only ‘cause you’re Captain America,” you said.

“I’m not him anymore, kid. That’s Mackie,” Chris said. “—Have you eaten anything?”

You shook your head no. Right on cue, a waitress comes over and Chris orders your usual and his— it’s cheeseburgers, fries, onion rings, and shakes. Chris gets you talking and forgetting about the boy. And the food is brought over which you both happily dig in.

“Shit, I forgot how fucking good this place is,” Chris groaned with his mouth full.

“That’s disgusting. Don’t talk with your mouth full,” you scolded.

He rolled his eyes and put more food into his mouth just to get on your nerves. His table manners are going out the door no matter if some teenagers will get photos of him and post them online. He’s got more important things to worry about.

“Ya know, it’s just this cheeseburger and fries and onion rings mushed together mixed with saliva,” he said after swallowing his food down.

You cringe at his words getting him to laugh at your reaction.

“You’re just terrible,” you said before taking a sip of your shake.

“Thanks, I truly try,” Chris said.

“You sure? I thought it was just natural,” you said.

He laughs at the sassy remark and high fives you.

“You’re definitely my sister,” Chris said.

“Supposedly,” you joked.