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Lucas/Wally/Hugh/Hau/Silver x Reader

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[qyrhan]

Hugh x Reader

(Individuality)

Part Two

[ Platonic ]

(Use of y/n switched with “[ ]”)

Beverly patted down her lab coat as you both entered the turbolift together. Nurse Kendra had departed from the two of you after having explained to Dr. Crusher about being needed in Sickbay, which created one less person for you to make room for in the lift. Beverly had an air of excitement around her as she continued her previous discussion with you.

“I’m sure he’ll be delighted to be near someone close to his age.” She beamed, her hands clasped in front of her. “We’re still not quite sure how long he was in the Collective. Socializing is somewhat of a difficulty for him, so,” she paused to look at you, “I was hoping that, maybe, you'd like to assist us with refamiliarizing him with people.”

You blinked at her. You had only just heard about the new arrival not even for a few hours, and now she wanted you to help him learn to socialize? She had to be joking. There was no way she would let a civilian do that! And yet there she stood, intently waiting for your response to her question. You chewed at your lip for a moment, a feeling of indecisiveness forming in your mind.

“There’s another side to this, isn't there?” You questioned.

Her smile seemed to slip into a grimace before she finally let out a sigh. “He’s alone, [ ],” Beverly looked at you in a pleading manner, “he’s experiencing what it’s like to be away from the Collective; something he's never had to deal with before. I was hoping that you might be able to distract him from that, even if it were for a little while.”

You took a second to yourself to absorb what she was trying to ask of you, though you still didn't have enough facts to truly comprehend what was going on. “You’re wanting me to be his friend?”

She took in a breath and pursed her lips. “In a way, yes. He's very impressionable, extremely, even. He needs someone his age to help him out in ways we adults can't.”

This wasn't an arduous task she’d given you, and it wasn't like she was asking you to be his parent. All it was was you being helpful, right? A person to spend time with. A friend.

You nodded, turning away from her as the doors to the turbolift opened and you both stepped out. “I'll do it,” you answered, an empty feeling welling in your stomach, “I know what he probably feels like, anyways.” You whispered below your breath.

The walk to the lab had been short and uneventful, with you both being quiet the whole way after your conversation in the lift.

Beverly stopped in front of the lab, the door moving to the side with a soft woosh before she stepped inside and beckoned for you to follow her. As you did so, your eyes glanced at the activity going on in the room. Numerous screens and consoles were faceted to the room’s walls, soft hums and chirps emanating from them in random intervals.

There were about four people, excluding yourself and Beverly, in the area. Two science officers worked diligently at their stations, running and re-running an algorithm you couldn't quite understand. An engineer–who you quickly identified as Geordi– stood in front of something that seemed to be either a containment cell, or an observation cubicle. He was in deep conversation with someone you had never seen before.

In the middle of the room, standing within the strange contraption, was someone who looked like an amalgamation of both humanoid and machine. He stood shorter than most of the officers in the room. His skin was pale and seemed almost lifeless, but his voice was somehow full of curiosity and... Warmth.

“Beverly said she would be back,” he remarked, his gaze fixated on Geordi alone, “when will she be back?” He tilted his head to the side, eagerly awaiting some sort of answer.

La Forge peered around the corner, a smile forming on his face as he caught sight of the two of you. “Why don't you ask her that yourself?” He made room on the platform as Beverly strode up the ramp to join him.

Beverly greeted him, and gestured behind her. “Hugh, I’d like for you to meet someone,” she stepped aside, revealing you, “this is [ ], they're a teenager just like you. [ ], this is Hugh.”

He had a name; Hugh. It fit him quite well, if you were being honest. You studied him, your eyes meeting his brown one. You saw nothing but fascination. “Hello, Hugh.” You gave a slight smile, and waved at him. He seemed to lean forward, his eye fluttering and scanning your features as you did his.

“Hello, [ ],” Was his response. He seemed to echo you, as though these pleasantries were an entirely new experience for him. “We have never seen you before.” He pointed out, and you caught on quickly to his usage of collective terms. “You are one of Geordi’s friends?”

You gave a quick grin in response. “I am, sort of.” You placed your hands in your pockets, noticing both La Forge and Dr. Crusher leaving the two of you alone out of the corner of your eye. What they were discussing was out of earshot.

“Then you are our friend.” The boy blurted out.

You were taken aback, a dazed look on your face as you eyed him. “Already? You barely know me.” You chuckled.

“Geordi is nice.” He stated matter-of-factly. “If you are friends with him, you must be nice as well.” Hugh placed his organic hand and mechanical one on the railing in front of him. He seemed attached to La Forge, viewing him with admiration. Perhaps that was something about him refamiliarizing himself with others.

“How old are you, exactly?” You asked. It was a basic question, but it would hopefully lead you to some sort of common ground.

“Beverly has told us that we are around seventeen of your planet’s orbital rotations.”

Seventeen years old. Seventeen years in the Collective. You felt a pit of dread form in your stomach, your heart dropping to your feet as you heard his reply. What kind of horrors had he been through? Had he ever assimilated someone? Though the mere thought made your stomach do backflips, you had to accept the fact that, more than likely, he had. You didn't dare think of how many more years he might have been imprisoned as a drone if the Enterprise hadn't found him.

“How old are you?” He asked in turn, blissfully absentminded to your dismay surrounding his circumstances.

“I– Uh,” you stumbled over your words, “I'm about the same age as you.” Give or take a few hundred years since the early 2000s, you thought to yourself. You furrowed your brows, your expression subconsciously morphing into one of sympathy.

“What is distressing you?” Hugh inquired, his head tilting to the side once more. That action must have been something he did when he was curious, which seemed to be most of the time.

You tried to overlook his question. “I'm alright, I was just thinking of something.”

“But you are worried,” he leaned closer, “what are you worried about? Geordi has told us that it is a feeling that occurs when a person is concerned about something important to them.”

You closed your eyes, a huff managing to escape from your mouth. You couldn't believe what you'd learned in the short time knowing him.

This Borg–this boy –he was alone. He had been separated from the closest thing he had to a home, and now it was the job of the Enterprise crew to retake that position even if it were only a few people helping him along the way.

“You are lonely.”

You perked your head up, your brows knitting together. “What did you just say?”

“Lonely. You are lonely, like us. You act as Guinan does, suppressing your emotions for other individuals like you.” Hugh said, his eye intently fixated on yours. “We are separated from the others; we do not hear them. We cannot sense their thoughts. It is quiet now.”

What was he talking about? You weren't lonely, you had so many friends here on Enterprise. They were family to you, they took care of you after– after you were displaced.

A thought loomed within your mind. It was distant, yet close, like an old friend. You couldn't shake the sense of being... separate from other humans. You were an alien within your own people, barely able to comprehend the technology that surrounded you as is, and you couldn't function without the assistance and constant guidance of the crew around you.

You chewed at the inside of your cheek, turning away from him as that empty feeling returned to you. He was right, you were lonesome. You had lost your home just as he had. Sucking in a breath, you pivoted around to look at him.

“I am by myself, Hugh,” a bittersweet smile formed on your face, “but I am not truly alone. Everyone here on Enterprise; Geordi, Beverly, they've done so much for me to feel at home. They're my family, my— my Collective.”

He seemed to understand, as he nodded his head a few times in response. “Family...” he said in a hushed tone.

“Yes, Hugh, that's exactly what we are.” You placed your hand on the railing which was separating you both. “You can be a part of that, I know you can. I don't know how long you'll be allowed to live here with us, but I want you to know that– at least for me– I want you to stay, to be a part of our family; our Collective.”

Hugh merely stared at you, the soft whirring of his implants being the only thing you could hear from him.

Maybe you went too far, maybe you had given him too much information in one shot. After all, gaining back his individuality was not going to be as simple as offering an olive branch. You had to prevent yourself from grimacing. Too ambitious as always, [ ], you thought.

“We want to stay,” Hugh piped up, his voice echoing a sense of hope, and belaying the fear in his eye, “but we do not wish to put you in danger. The Collective will look for us; we are Borg. They will assimilate our friends. We cannot let that happen, it is unacceptable.”

He was afraid of losing his newfound family. He was afraid of losing you, Geordi, and everyone else he'd come in contact with onboard. You could feel it from the urgency in his voice when he spoke. And– and you knew exactly what he felt like. You understood that feeling of wanting to protect the ones around you, that sense of—

La Forge’s presence disrupted your current thoughts and conversation.

“Pardon my interruption, but you’ll have to continue your discussion later. I need to run some extensive tests, and I’ll need Hugh’s assistance with the majority of them.”

You gave him a quick nod of acknowledgment and exchanged a fleeting glance back at Hugh. “I'll see you soon, I promise.” You smiled warmly, hoping deep down that he'd be allowed to stay, so you could keep that pledge to him.

You waved at Hugh, which caused him to look at his organic hand quizzically. He then returned the gesture, albeit in a clunky fashion. You chuckled softly to yourself. You liked being friends with this Borg after all.

With both of you having said your goodbyes, Beverly exited the lab, with you following close behind her.

[qyrhan]

Hugh (Third Of Five) x Reader

(Individuality)

Part One

[ Platonic ]

The soft hum of the engines comfortably filled your ears as you wandered down the Enterprise’s long, winding corridors. Such has been the norm after your arrival on the starship roughly a month ago.

You still had a sense of disbelief about living on a spaceship. Venturing out into the stars was merely a childhood dream of yours, though you learned all too quickly that it took only the best of the best to leave Earth’s atmosphere and into the void beyond. But now you were here, walking the hallways of a vessel tasked to explore the very stars you’d marveled at for hours and hours while on your back porch.

Here, in the future, where humanity mingled with the members of so many different species it gave you a headache every time you glossed over the multiple PADDs scattered all over your desk. Humanity actually pushed passed its differences and turned into something remarkable.

Knowing that your kind actually had a hope for the future certainly warmed your heart, even if Worf had nearly scared it out of your chest the first time you’d met. However, the cost of such knowledge loomed in the back of your mind constantly.

You remembered the look on everyone’s faces while seated in the meeting room as Captain Picard broke the news. They all seemed sympathetic to your position at the time.

“[ ],” Jean-Luc began, his hands folded together on the table in front of him, “it has come to our attention that your being here is not by accident, nor was it a simple mistake.”

Your brows knit together into a look of confusion while the captain continued.

“There are certain scientific events that may take place at any point in time, events that change the life course of a person forever.” He paused, his expression taut. “These events are what we call “temporal anomalies”. They’re unpredictable, and they form without warning. You happened to be an unfortunate victim of one such anomaly.”

A tense silence fell upon the room as you digested the captain’s words.

”So when can I go home?” You finally managed to pipe up after a moment.

Looks where exchanged, and the awkward feeling in the room amplified, as well as a beginning sense of dread that made a chill run down your spine.

“When do I go home?” You asked again, hoping they’d just misheard you.

Geordi was the first to answer, his voice filled with hesitation, “That’s where the problems start. We’ve been running some tests, checking past records and… We can’t send you back.”

Your heart dropped to the floor, fear creeping into your mind. “But what about my friends my— my family?” You placed both your palms down on the table, urgency influencing your speech. “I have to get back I— you have to do something, anything!”

”We’re doing everything we can, [ ],” Geordi tried to calm you, his expression level and sure, “but this is something we can’t change. You being sent to the twenty-fourth century is a set date in the timeline. You’re meant to be here, on the Enterprise.”

You were brought out from your reminiscing by a conversation happening nearby you.

“…And he doesn’t fight answering your questions?” One voice inquired.

”No, not at all,” another, this one familiar, replied, “he’s actually quite eager to help in any way he can.” It was Beverly. She was deep in conversation with one of her nurses, Kendra, if you remembered correctly. “I was surprised at it myself, but it’s definitely been easier asking about his implants, and running scans on his well-being.”

You trailed just behind the pair. You knew how rude it was to eavesdrop on things that didn’t concern you, but your curiosity always got the better of your common sense.

“And you’re not worried about him, well, assimilating you while you’re not looking?” Kendra asked.

Beverly merely waved her hand dismissively at her. “He’s just a boy, and if he wanted to assimilate me he would have. I think I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve turned my back on him. He could’ve taken any one of those moments, but he didn’t.”

”I guess,” the nurse gave a unconvinced shrug, “but he could just be waiting for a chance to strike. He’s still Borg after all.”

Borg? You’ve heard of that before, in a report you read on one of the PADDs back in your quarters. They were those semi-mechanical beings, right? Not quite robot enough to be machine, but they weren’t fully humanoid, either.

They were also the species that had captured the captain and turned him into… into one of them. “Locutus of Borg.” That’s what he had been before his crew rescued him.

What in the world would a Borg be doing on the Enterprise? And why would they be taking care of it? Him. You corrected yourself mentally as you remembered Beverly referring to him as such.

“Well good morning, [ ].” Beverly’s voice made you jump as you looked up at her.

You’d been caught red handed.

”’Morning.” you gave a quick smile, and decided to give up any attempt to hide what you’d been doing. “Who were you talking about? Sorry, I couldn’t help but overhear.”

Kendra seemed to stiffen, while Dr. Crusher smiled warmly at you. “We have a guest staying with us for right now. He was hurt on the moon we had received a distress signal from, and he’s recovering from his injuries.”

The Borg was hurt, that would explain why he was even here in the first place. But if there was one, there should be more. Borg are never alone. At least, that’s what you’d read. You pursed your lips, intrigue bubbling up inside you as you wondered about the new arrival. What was a Borg like up close?

”Would you like to meet him?” Beverly inquired, which just about caused a smile to form from ear to ear on your face.

“Doctor I’m not sure if that’s such a good idea,” the nurse cautioned, “they’re a civilian, they don’t have clearance, and we still don’t know if he’s dangerous.”

”I’ll give them clearance,” Crusher answered, certainty on her face, “and I’ve said this before, he’s just a boy. He doesn’t mean any harm.”

You didn’t see Kendra calm at those words, so you assumed she didn’t like them very much. Not that you could argue, she no doubt knew more about potential threats than you ever would.

However, you weren’t going to pass the opportunity to meet a new species, even if that species had a bad reputation. Who knew, maybe this Borg was even nicer than Beverly made him out to be.

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tightrope

p.t barnum x reader

requested; (wow this was requested a lot) PT barnum x reader where the reader gets him to walk a tightrope with her, gently resting her hand on the side of his face and telling him to only focus on her. His nerves aren't what makes his footing so shaky, it's the realization he's fallen in love.

(hiii I love your blog) Could you do a PT Barnum fic where the reader somehow gets trapped in the fire and PT rushes in to rescue them? some angst and fluff maybe

I saw that you plan on writing PT Barnum imagines and I'm so excited!! I love your writing so much and can't wait!!

Hey I saw you asking for Hugh Jackman requests, so can I ask for one where he gets really protective of the reader???

hugh jackman x reader PLEASE i will pay you

warnings; um, bad writing (as always), this is short, fire, falling from a height, some other stuff maybe

word count; 1022

a/n; this is p good. wording is very 1920s typical drama but other than that bam a good, short imagine right there ps I found out I love Shane Madaj so jot that down

sorry about the gif meme but there ya go. enjoy this piece of “art”

“It will be okay, just trust me. . .” Her voice echoed in his mind. The beautiful voice he had come to know over the last year. The one he never could forget. Y/N. . .

An exceptional trapeze artist as well as thief. The only thing she stole, however, was Phineas’ heart.

This time, she promised to teach him how to tightrope after him expressing to her his desire to learn. He had always found them wondrous and entertaining and it was only when she stepped into his life did he really get a chance to learn.

Her hand brushed over his with a giggle and a smile when she led him onto the practice platform.

The rope was merely fifteen feet in the air with a net at the bottom. She put one foot behind her, stepping out onto the thin nylon.

“Woah.” He said as he followed suit, wobbling as he did so. She chuckled as she held his hands leading him out more. “It’s better in the beginning, I found, to not look down, tighten your core and focus on footing.” She instructed and he did just that. Closing his eyes, he focused his muscles as they fell into place, making balancing much easier.

For a moment he had done it. He had successfully balanced on the rope and he confidently took two steps, all with his eyes closed!

“Amazing! You’re doing it! Fantastic!” Y/N laughed. And that did it. His eyes opened and the wobbling began again.

Her eyes commanded his attention and the places where her fingertips touched his skin felt like an exciting and unique fire. Not burning. No, more like tickling sparks of excitement caused on the surface of his skin via the soft touch of hers.

“I love you.” He blurted out and he almost regretted doing so, for he lost his balance and began to plummet.

Panic set in and he turned to see the ground rush up to him, the net; gone.

A drop of sweat slid down his temple and he felt others join on his back. On his hands he felt sheets and the soft bed beneath him.

A sigh of relief escaped from his lips as he realized it had just struck three in the morning.

P.T Barnum had dreamt of the girl he loved, Y/N Y/L/N for the sixth time that week and it was only Wednesday.

He rubbed his face. She had come to join his show when it first began and since then he had grown to become good friends with her. She was younger than him by more than a few years but it was nonsense to him that it should matter.

She was beautiful and kind and lively and everything he needed in his life.

I should tell her. His mind repeated that line like a mantra every time he awoke from one of these silly love-dreams and every time he would see her next, he wouldn’t say a word of his affections.

Nothing had ever affected him like this before. And he feared he would never tell her. But oh was his time ticking down, for he would get the opportunity in the next ten minutes.

Phineas had just laid his head down to attempt a more peaceful rest when the door to his bedroom was slammed open. One of the maids, whose name he couldn’t remember, nearly shouted.

“Pardon the intrusion Mr. Barnum, but Fire Engines just passed through town and word had it, your building is on fire.” She informed him, illuminating the room as fast as she could.

He shot out of bed, fear filling his heart.

You and the many other performers were there, practicing and some even lived there. One of those people included you. The chance you had chosen to take the night on the town was slim.

“I have to go immediately.” He informed her before racing downstairs and out the door. There was a carriage ready but there was no time.

Phineas unhooked one of the horses from the front of the carriage and despite shouts from his staff, he mounted the animal and took off.

He had never had such a desire to be there for someone, to protect someone. Other than the one time some men were giving you a hard time after a show one night but that was minor.

It, Phineas knew, was possible that he would never see you again.

Reaching town and coming to find his building was on fire was easy on his heart, however, not finding you amongst the crowd gave him a metaphorical heart attack.

“Where is Y/N?” He shouted. After a few shrugs and a few suggestions as to maybe she was inside, he dismounted and rushed into the building that had been in flames.

He didn’t make it three steps inside when he found her figure stumbling towards the exit, coughing.

“Y/N!” He shouted, coughing after.

“Phineas.” She croaked out, a half smile fleeting before a serious of coughs following.

He rushed to her side, seeing as she could barely walk, and picked her up.

His feet carried him out and onto the street in time to see most of the front of the building collapse.

He himself fell to his knees on the street as the others watched in sorrow and horror.

His attention was turned to her face however. A beautiful face covered in ash.

“Why? Why were you inside still?” He asked, quietly combing her hair back. In his arms, she smiled. “I was grabbing this.” She held up a small porcelain box that had been dirtied with small amounts of ash.

Inside, Phineas found a small hair piece with a lily on the side.

“You gave it to me. For my first show. I have never valued anything more.” Y/N said through coughs.

“Phineas, I-“

“I love you.” He finished for her. She simply closed her mouth and smiled, a smile that would be kissed moments later.

He had gotten his chance. He almost lost her. And he didn’t plan on losing her now.

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It’s A Secret. -> Hugh Jackman. + Mood Board.

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Hello! I was wondering if you could do a mini-series with Hugh Jackman? The idea I'm thinking of is Hugh and the reader have been having sex for a while and Hugh decides to post a picture on Instagram on just their legs (like on a beach or in bed) to show he's taken and him and the reader decide to have fun with it by leaving hockey's on each other but not saying they're together, just yet.

It’s A Secret. -> M.List

Paring: Hugh Jackman X F!Reader

Summary: You and Hugh had one date, you didn’t mean for more to happen but that’s exactly what did happen. What was supposed to be work turned into something more.

Longing stares, jealous sex, passionate kisses, casual dates. It’s only so long you guys can go without showing more of yourselves.

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Warnings: Sexual Scenes, Public Sexual Tension, ETC.

Taglist: @pickuptruck01 @pear-1206 @stark-ironman @appetencyfortacos @shiawaseorii @ilariyalavorowrites @wittyjasontodd @reidsworld @corvusmorte Just ask to be added.

Notes: For right now I’ve hit a writers block, but when I overcome it I can and will tag you in the first chapter!

Chapters

Chapter 01.

Going out on a date with Hugh Jackman makes you realize just how taken you are with the man. After a fun night of drinks, and laugh you wake up in his bed the next morning — only to fall back into it the next night.

Others

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