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White Lies

Word Count: 951

Fandom: X-Men

Pairing: Hank McCoy x Reader

Request(s): None

Warning(s): None

A/N: Hope you like it!

Originally posted by couplenotes

“Oh my god, look! A puppy!”
“(Y/N), that’s a fire hydrant,” Hank sighed, grabbing her shoulders and redirecting her towards the mansion. “Come along, we’re almost home.”
“What are you talking about? We’re nowhere near home, silly. We’re in New York!” Her words slurred together as she stumbled forward, tripping over non-existent pieces of rubble in the street. He just chuckled to himself and steadied her, keeping her upright.
“Remind me not to let you drink ever again, okay?” He shook his head. Apparently, a night out with friends is equal to getting blackout drunk on shots of tequila and margaritas.
“Oh, c’mon Hank, you’re no fun,” (Y/N) hiccuped. He led her to the front door and helped her climb the steps into the house. He brought her up the staircase and around the corner to his bedroom. There was no way he was leaving her all alone in her own room. She could spend the night with him then go on her way in the morning when she was sober.

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Surprise! - Hank McCoy x Reader Imagine

Surprise! - Hank McCoy x Reader Imagine

Word Count: 1,470

Warning: It gets steamy towards the end, but nothing serious

Shout out to @tear-soaked-cheeksdonteverlast for helping me during my writers block. I love you!

Originally posted by theinsatiablevoid

You fixed you (y/f/c) dress and made sure your makeup was perfect before grabbing the small blue cupcake with a single candle that was on the table and exited your room. It was your boyfriend, Hank McCoy’s birthday today and you spent the last couple of weeks planning this huge surprise party for him. It was about time Hank had one fun night for himself.

You made your way down to the lab when you saw Jean and Scott walking down the hall towards the rest of the party. Jean gave you a thumbs up and Scott flashed you a wide smile. You put your finger to your lips to keep them quiet and pointed your hand towards the party, telling them to go. They nodded and made their way as you silently opened the lab door and made your way in. You smiled when you saw Hank in his natural habitat. Books and papers scattered everywhere, equations written on every inch of the white board and him in his white lab coat bent over a microscope focusing on whatever he was looking at and taking notes every other minute.

You quietly lit the candle with the lighter you stole from Logan and tiptoed to Hank. You tapped him on the shoulder. He slightly jumped, turned around and smiled when he saw you. “Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday to the greatest boyfriend in the entire world. Happy birthday to you! Now, close your eyes and make a wish!” Hank closed his eyes, smiled and blew. You set the cupcake on the table and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.

Hank smiled and went straight back to look at the microscope. “Hank, how about you take one night off all the science stuff and have fun? It’s your birthday!”

“I can’t. I’m so close to finally getting the correct DNA codes for this mutation. I just can’t stop now.”

You slid on his lap and wrapped your arms around his neck. “Please. For me.” You extended each “e” and gave him your puppy dog face that you knew he couldn’t resist.

“(Y/n), I can’t -. But I -. I need to- Okay. Okay. I’ll stop all the science stuff tonight just for you.” He gave you a kiss on the nose and you jumped up and cheered. As Hank was organizing his desk and hanging his lab coat, you quickly peeked your head out of the door and found Jubilee hiding behind a tree. You gave her a thumbs up and she gave you one back before running to the party.

“Hey, what are you doing?” Hank asked.

“Nothing.” You said, as you stood up straight again. “Um, you ready to go?”

“Yah.” You linked your fingers with Hank’s as you both made your way out of the lab.

“You look really beautiful tonight by the way.”

“Oh Hank. You always know how to make a girl blush don’t you?”

You finally made it to the door of the lobby and held it open. “After you birthday boy?” Hank walked in, with you shortly after.

“SURPRISE!” All the lights turned on and everyone jumped out of their hiding spots. “HAPPY BIRTHDAY HANK!” Someone set off a small confetti bomb with balloons and it went everywhere.

“What? Is this for me?” Hank turned to you and laughed.

You nodded and said “Happy birthday baby” and gave him a long kiss on the lips. Everyone cheered and you smiled and hugged Hank.

Hank went off to hug everyone and give them thank you’s and you stayed behind. After giving Hank a hug, Jubilee ran up to you. “So what do you think of the set up? Peter helped me hang some decorations when you left to get ready. We moved a few things around and added more food to the table. You know how hungry us x-men can get.”

“Yes, it’s perfect. Thank you so much for the help.” You gave her a hug. “And thank you too Peter!” Peter turned his face away from the food table and nodded his head giving you a thumbs up. You and Jubilee laughed as Peter tried to stuff a third Twinkie into his already full mouth.

Jubilee went off the dance with Kurt and Ororo. Rogue tried to pull you in, but you stayed and told them you had to full up the table. Rogue gave you a sad smile and Bobby made you promise that he would get a least one dance tonight. Rogue lightly punched his arm and you just laughed and crossed your fingers, telling him that he will definitely get that dance.

You walked to the table and saw half of all the food and plates where almost completely gone. You made your self a cup of punch and made a face at the funny taste. You looked up and Warren was smiling at you and you instantly knew that he spiked the punch. He probably messed with the brownies too. God, this mansion was so full of much sin. You shook your head and continued to drink. At least you knew the drink would make this party a little bit more fun.

You were filling back up the last chip bowl when you felt hands wrap around your waist and familiar lips kiss your neck. “Come dance with me.”

“I can’t. I gotta fill the food up. Geez, do you know how much food these kids can eat?”

“It’s okay. There’s enough food. Now come dance. It’s my birthday.” He kissed you again.

“Okay. Okay.” Hank held your hand and led you to the middle of the dance floor. You wrapped your arms around his neck and he held your waist tightly close to his body. He swayed you back and forth even though the song wasn’t a slow one and everyone around you was jumping up and down to the beat.

“So, this is what you’ve been doing all week. You did this all by yourself?”

“Well not entirely by myself. Jubilee helped me set up and Peter helped her with the decorations and everything. But I planned this for you. You needed one day where you weren’t so stuck up in that lab of yours. And I thought what perfect way to do it than a surprise birthday party! So, were you surprise?”

“Actually, I really was. No one has ever thrown me a surprise birthday party before.”

“Are you serious?” Your mouth dropped.

“Nope, this is my first one. And I have you to thank. You are the greatest girlfriend ever. I love you so much.”

Hank was kissing you and you pulled back. “Oh. Your birthday present!” You dragged him to the table and gave him a small blue box with a gold ribbon. He opened it and pulled out a lab coat with “Hank P. McCoy, PhD” perfectly inscribed on the top left above the pocket. He laughed when he pulled out a small bow tie with the periodic table printed on it.

“I know it’s not much. And I know it’s not the greatest present ever but I -” You were cut off when Hank pulled you into a kiss.

“I love it. And I love you.” Hank gave you a quick peck on the check and you smiled.

You leaned in and seductively whispered, “And that’s only part one. Part two is back in our bed.” You moved Hank’s hand up to your waist and showed him that the dress was the only thing that you were wearing tonight. You bite your lip and Hank gave you his little smirk that you loved.

“Happy birthday babe.” You pulled Hank into a kiss and he wrapped his arms around your waist pulling you in, closing any space left between the two of you. Hank pulled back to catch his breathe but you pulled on his collar and brought his lips back to yours. Hank put one hand on your ass and the other on the small of your back holding you close. You brushed your fingers through his soft brown hair as you kiss him back, needing him.

You heard a loud roar of “oohs” and whistles and you pulled back and saw that the entire party was watching your small makeout session. You felt you face burn red with embarrassment and you hid it in Hank’s neck when someone, most likely Alex, scream “Get a room!”

Luckily, Jean came and pulled you and Hank and screamed “Time to blow out the candles!”. Peter rolled the big cake topped with edible beakers and test tubes full of sparkler candles. As everyone was singing the birthday song, Hank leaned in and said “Thank you so much. You’re the only thing I could ever want. I love you.”

anonymous asked:

People in and out of the crew often wonder why Hank only gets apples from one tree, but most of the crew just figure "since it's near his old home, must be sentiment". Someone asks and Hank replies " it's my dad's tree" and people think that he's just remembering days with his (now deceased) father, of course, they ask further and hank says "no, the tree actually came from my dad, the apples are magic." People now think that Don pines' father was a kind of ent and he draws energy from the apples

The sheer volume of near-mythic rumors that surround the figure of Don Pines by the time he retires from the business and/or passes away must be staggering, given how so many fragments of his life - removed slightly from context and polished up a bit - lend themselves so well to such.

Black Out

Word Count: 1049

Fandom: X-Men

Pairing: Hank McCoy x Reader

Request(s): None

Warning(s): None

A/N: Hope you enjoy it!

Originally posted by cute-guysxx

“Hey, Hank?”


“I need your help,” you said, blushing with embarrassment.

“With what?” He asked.

“Well, you’re really smart and all, and I want to pass my biology final, so I figured I should ask you to be my study buddy,” you smiled, shyly. Hank had been your friend since the day you stepped foot in the mansion, but that didn’t make asking for help any less nerve wracking.

“Oh, yeah! Sure. I’ll meet you in your room later, okay?” Hank grinned, pushing up his glasses. You let out a breath of relief, finally feeling at ease.

“Thanks, Hank. You’re the best,” she said, “but I have to warn you, my room is haunted.”

“Wait, what?” Hank asked, but you were already far gone.

A few hours later, Hank and you were sat on your dormitory floor, surrounded by papers and notebooks and study guides.

“Okay, so you have to write an essay about Darwin’s theory, right?” Hank asked, thumbing through the pages of a textbook in front of him.

“That is correct, Professor Brainiac,” you laughed at his annoyed face. Hank had graduated college at 17 and was working at the Academy as the scientist and engineer of the X-Men.  He was a true genius in your eyes. A cute, sweet, dorky, lovable one who stole your heart from ‘hello’.

“(Y/N)?” He asked, waving his hand in your face.

“W-what?” You asked, snapping out of your trance.

“You zoned,” he chuckled. “What were you thinking about?”

“Oh, nothing,” you blushed, gazing down at all the scattered notes.

“Okay, well, we should start by seeing if you know the content. I’ll quiz you,” he said. Right as the words left his mouth, the room was blanketed in pitch black canvas.

“Hank?” You called out, body tense.

“I’m right here,” he said, placing a hand on your shoulder. You jumped. “It’s just a power outage. Are you alright?”

“Uh … yeah,” you mumbled, eyes slowly adjusting to the darkness. You jumped again when you heard a loud noise down the hall.

“Are you afraid of the dark?” He asked, incredulously.

“W-what? No! No, of course not! That’s ch-childish!” You exclaimed.

“Oh my god! You are!” Hank Laughed in disbelief.

“S-so what? Do you have any idea what lurks in the dark? Demons, ghosts! Murderers and thieves!” You countered.

“Ghosts?” Hank asked.

“Yes, ghosts! My room is haunted, remember?” You said, looking over at him, finally able to see his figure in the blackness. He was smiling. “Stop laughing at me!”

“I’m not! It’s just cute!” Hank defended himself. You faltered for a second. Had he just called her cute?

A loud crash rang through the room, causing you to scream. Hank wrapped his arms around you in an attempt to calm you down.

“What was that?” You asked, panicking. He shrugged, looking around the dark room.

“I think your lamp fell over,” Hank said. He stood up, letting you go to investigate. He picked up the lamp and set it back on the bedside table. “Oh, look. Your torch is here. How convenient?”

“I told you my room was haunted,” you cried out.

“What are you talking about? The lamp was probably just unbalanced and it tipped over. Nothing to worry about,” Hank said, turning on the torchlight and pulling open the curtains on the window.

“How coincidental that it had to fall right when the power went out, right?” You asked, sarcastically.

“Exactly,” Hank said, not joking. You sighed and watched as he looked out the window. “It looks like this whole part of town is at a loss of electricity. Must be the storm that’s coming.”

You groaned, walking up to him. He smiled down at you and wrapped his arm around your shoulder.

“So, what do we do until the power comes back on?” You asked.

“We could start studying?” He offered. You groaned again and he laughed. “I’m kidding. We could just hang out for awhile.”

“Okay.” You said, heading over to sit on your bed. Hank sat down across from you.

“What do you wanna do?” Hank asked.

“Truth or dare,” you challenged.

“Alright. You start,” he grinned nervously. You rubbed your hands together, thinking of evil dares and cringeworthy truths.

“Truth or dare?” you asked.

“Truth,” Hank said.

“What is your most embarrassing moment?” You smirked.

“When I was seen, I was in a higher level class and I was asked to come up and solve a question on the board. It was my first day there, and I got so nervous that I threw up in the bin in the middle of my explanation,” he blushed. You giggled.

“Oh god, that’s terrible,” you laughed.

“Yeah, I know. Okay, truth or dare?”

“Dare,” you smiled.

“I dare you to tell me the cheesiest joke you know,” he challenged.

“Alright. What do you call cheese that isn’t yours?” You asked, taking the ‘cheesiest’ part literally.

“What?” He sighed.

“Nacho cheese!” you exclaimed. He laughed, shaking his head.

“That’s horrible,” he chuckled. You nodded, beginning to laugh yourself.

“Exactly,” you giggled, only to jump and hold in a scream as a pounding was heard on a door down the hall. Hank pulled you into a hug again, calming you down.

“It’s just some students coming back to their rooms,” he explained.

“O-okay,” you stuttered out. You shook, trying to rid yourself of the fear. “Truth or dare?”

“Dare,” he said, feeling brave. You smiled.

“I dare you to go out there and kiss your crush,” you smiled. He laughed a little, blushing. He leant forward a bit and placed a kiss on your cheek. You froze.

“W-wait. You like me?” You asked, confused. He nodded, face as red as a cherry.

“Yeah. Sorry,” he said softly, rubbing the back of his neck. You smiled brightly, turning around in his embrace and kissing him full on the lips.

“Huh?” Hank asked after you pulled away.

“I like you too, nerd,” you said, grinning like an idiot.

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Is That My Shirt?

Word Count:  559

Fandom: X-Men

Pairing: Hank McCoy x Reader

Request(s): None

Warning(s): None

A/N: It’s not short, it’s fun sized! Enjoy!

Originally posted by imagines-headcanons-for-all

“Pass me the hydrochloric acid, please,” she said, not looking up from her microscope.

“Busy,” he responded, running about the lab like a madman. She sighed, moving to reach for it herself. He didn’t see her behind him and be backed up into her. She cried out as the beaker of acid spilt all over her shirt. He turned towards her, alarmed. He looked as panicked as she felt.

“Crap,” she muttered, keeping her cool.

“Oh, god. I’m so sorry. What can I do to help?” He exclaimed, frozen in his tracks.

“Shut up, I got this,” she hurried over to the extra cupboard, kneeling down and grabbing a shirt. She tore off her current one, the acid beginning to burn through it, and threw on the new one. She had kept a spare supply in the lab, as he had been known to knock things over in his haste.

She sighed, looking over at her shirt, lying ruined on the laboratory floor. She stood up, brushing off her pants. She finally looked at the shirt she had pulled on and giggled to herself.

The sleeves dangled below her hands as she began to button up the plaid cloth. The bottom hung down to her legs. The red and black fabric obviously wasn’t from her closet.

“Are you alright? Did it burn you?” He rushed up to her, taking her hands in hers and looking her up and down.

“I’m fine. It’s all good,” she smiled.

“I am so, so sorry. I didn’t realise that you were behind me and I backed up into you without knowing you had the acid. I’m so glad you’re okay because I don’t know what I would do if you got hurt. Especially if it was my fault. And-” she cut off his endless soliloquy by crashing her lips onto his. He was caught off guard but soon relaxed and moved his hands to cup her cheeks. She pulled away shortly after for oxygen.

“Was I rambling again?” He asked nervously, She nodded, laughing.

“You’re a dork,” she teased.

“But I’m your dork,” he said, brushing a lock of hair out of her face.

“I know,” she smiled and he released her face, realising that it was getting weird. He looked her up and down one more time just to make sure she was uninjured. His eyes stopped when they reached the plaid flannel hanging off her small body.

“Is that my shirt?” He asked. Her face reddened.

“Yeah, it’s the first thing I grabbed,” she blushed harder and looked down, embarrassed. “Sorry.”

“No, no. It looks cute on you,” he grinned.

“I love you, nerd,” she said, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling herself close. He gripped the waist of the flannel and pressed up to her, eliminating any space between the pair of them.

“I love you, too, nerd,” he teased just as she’d done to him. She laughed. He closed the small gap between their lips and they each enjoyed the blissful flavour of each other, wishing it could last forever.

burnt toast ||hank mccoy

Word Count: 536

I totally didn’t reread this

Originally posted by pr0paganda

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Last night was amazing. Hank had decorated your entire apartment with rose petals leading to your bedroom. In your room, there were candles lit everywhere with more rose petals on the bed. At the foot of your bed stood your lover with a dorky smile on his face, holding even more roses. You thanked him for all of the flowers and well, one thing led to another.

You expected to wake up next to your favorite scientist but instead you woke up in a pool of sheets and not in your lovers arms. You stretched out your arms and decided to get out of bed. Stark naked. So you took the white button up from last night and wore that. You walked out of the room, noticing that he cleaned up the rose petals. You smelled an amazing aroma from the kitchen and walked over there to see Hank looking stressed with an apron on. You snuck up behind him and put your arms around his waist, feeling his abs on the other side of his long torso. “Morning blue.” You sighed. He turned around so that your face was now in his chest.

“You were supposed to stay in bed. I was making you breakfast and everything.” He chuckled, kissing the top of your head. You stayed like that for a while, not noticing the world around you. You leaned up wanting to kiss him but you were interrupted by the smell of something burning. But before you can say anything, the smoke alarm went off. Hank had a look of panic in his eyes, hurriedly checking the stove. You backed away, giggling a bit at how flustered he look. Feeling useless, you went to go disarm the annoying smoke detector.

Once you were done with that, you looked behind you to see how Hank was doing. He was still freaking out. “What did you burn?” You asked, moving to sit by the island.

“Ummmm, ugh. It was the bacon (or whatever).” He struggled while scratching the back of his neck. “And the eggs…..” He looked so sad but all you did was laugh.

His head perked up. “I mean the coffee/tea is okay.” Hank smiled as he poured some of the warm liquid into a mug before handing it to you. “Thank you. Besides, I don’t need you to cook for me to know that you love me cause I see it in your eyes every day.” You confirmed with a loving look in your eyes. He walked up between your thighs, put your mug down, and started kissing his way down your neck.

Before he could even begin to pleasure you any further, you heard a ding. Hank turned around as fast as he could to get the rest of your breakfast together. You heard him sigh. “What’s wrong?” You asked, getting off the counter and closer to your lover. “I-I burnt the toast too.” He replied with red cheeks. You laughed, putting your fingers on his chin to drag his face toward yours for a kiss. “God I love you.” You whispered against his lips.

“I love you too.” Hank whispered,grabbing your waist. Recreating the magical night you both had.

Canon Book Victor Criss things:

- Called Henry “Hank” once in the book

- Was into fashion and wore his collar popped and hair greased “like Elvis”

- His best friend was Belch, not Henry, but all three of them had been friends since first grade

- Negotiated with and sassed Henry

- Isn’t just the smartest of the Bowers gang, but is intelligent in general

- Was the second-fastest runner out of all them, behind Eddie

- Was very talkative (should’ve had more than one line in the movie, let me tell ya)

- Was disapproving of and trying to stop Henry from escalating the bullying incidents long before the book began

- Let Ben escape during the name carving scene, and tried to help Beverly just before they went into the Sewers

- Snapped out of Pennywise’s influence early on in the books

- Had a duel with Bill during the apocalyptic rock war

- Bill defeating Vic during the duel is what won the barrens “for” the Loser’s

- Both Bill and Henry genuinely scared Vic

- Warned the Loser’s to stay away from Henry because Henry had gone insane

- Pennywise took the form of Frankenstein when Victor saw him (Frankenstein was the movie they watched before confronting Richie, Bev, and Ben)

- Pennywise used Victor’s appearance and voice to calm Henry down


Titans Go!

With the casting news of Garfield Logan/Beast Boy on the Live-Action Titans series being announced, we finally have our complete team! Again, I’m not sure what to think about the casting choices – mainly because I haven’t seen most of these actors – well act, so I’m keeping an open mind and hope for the best.

Cast/Team Members:

  • Brenton Thwaites as Richard John “Dick” Grayson/Nightwing
  • Teagan Croft as Rachel Roth/Raven
  • Anna Diop as Koriand’r/Starfire
  • Minka Kelly as Dawn Granger/Dove
  • Ryan Potter as Garfield Logan/Beast Boy
  • Alan Ritchson as Henry “Hank” Hall/Hawk

Word Count: 1273

Fandom: X-Men

Pairing: Hank McCoy x Reader

Request(s): @disneyfreakgeek  “Sequel? Please? Pretty please?” and @cutebowgirl  “plz write a part two! It was so good!!! And I love anything about my cinnamon roll Hankie!!!” and  @ronisstheking “please do a white lie part two it’s sooo cute and angsty I love it!!!”

Warning(s): None

A/N: This is part two to another one-shot called White Lies. It won’t really make sense unless you read the first part. Here’s a link - https://officialxdork.tumblr.com/post/161259961047/white-lies Hope you guys like it!

Originally posted by softtroublemaker

Weeks pass without incident.

She believes the excuses and he goes on as if nothing happened. But he can’t get the memories out of his head. She said she loved him. Was it just the drinks talking? Or could she possibly have meant it? He waves away the thought. Of course, she didn’t love him. Not like that anyways. He was her best friend and that’s all he’d ever be. He had no shot.

“Hey, Hank. How’s the work coming along? Any new breakthroughs?” She asked, slouching onto the table and smiling up at him. His heart pounds at the closeness. He could lean forward a bit and place his lips right on hers -

He blinks away the thought and grins back at her.

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