You know Sergeant Knox? That psycho DI that punched out Ray? I heard McKinnon say he got reassigned to the platoon next door. Don't you think he deserves trouble?
can u pls write some hicks relationship or even crush hcs?? i luv that psycho lmao
HICKS HEADCANONS.
PAIRING - thaddeus hicks x reader
CONTENT - a few headcanons of hicks in a relationship. gn!reader.
WC - 500
NOTE - we don't really know anything about him so this is all about his vibes and what I think his character is. it's really short but I hope u like it sweetie!
HICKS who is genuinely the funniest boyfriend on earth. It was actually how he conquered your heart – being handsome was also a bonus.
HICKS who loves everything that most people find gross or weird. He always liked spiders, snakes and small bugs. When he was a kid that was a big problem for his mom, because he was always bringing random slugs from the street. His classmates always thought he had some kind of mental disorder, so he used to be very lonely.
HICKS who is a romantic at heart. He likes to write letters for you, always praising every feature he loves about you, and he really does write well. Too descriptive, tough. He isn’t ashamed of saying exactly what he thinks at all times, even in the most intimate ones. You don’t mind although.
HICKS who is many things but never boring. Being in a relationship with him means having headaches every week, not in a bad way. He’s just full of energy, he talks a lot – sometimes about things you don’t even understand. But he likes to listen to your voice too.
HICKS who likes to lay his head on your lap and pretend he’s sleeping just so he can fell your fingers caressing his head. He is also a big fan of pda. His hands can’t stay away from you for too long. Hugs from behind when you’re at the supermarket. Walking around town holding your hand. Small kisses on your cheek when he leaves the room. Doesn’t matter if there’s people around or if just the two of you, he is going to show affection in all the appropriate ways he can.
HICKS who says nonsense every time you two are going to sleep. He can’t help it. It’s like his version of counting sheeps. He keeps babbling until his eyes get too tired to stay open.
HICKS who normally don’t take your fights seriously. Of course, he gets serious in situations like that, but one hour after that he’s already forgot what the fight was about. He doesn’t like to be mad at you and hates even more when you’re the one mad at him.
HICKS who really uses humor as a way of dealing with his problems. You don’t know why or when he started doing that, but it’s just how he is. He’s probably trying to be positive and making jokes is easy to him, he’s a natural at making people laugh.
HICKS who is always surprising you. Mostly in bed – he can be kind of a freaky sometimes. At least you don’t ever need to be scared of asking to try something new because you know he’s probably eager to try it too. He likes to make you happy.
HICKS who is the first guy your parents actually liked. He was a bit awkward in the first time he met your parents, but the second time it felt like he was already part of your family. He’s good at connecting with people when he makes an effort.
HICKS who can make your day brighter with just one smile. and he lives for that. he loves everything about you – but especially how you laugh at his jokes.
NOTES - he’s so nyan cat coded. anyway, i love writing hicks x reader, he’s so crazy & weird i love it lol.
REQUESTED BY - @woantohae , i hope it was similar to what you had in mind. xx
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“Careful, Y/n.”
You don’t look at him right away. You’re standing at your locker, re-lacing your boots for the third time even though they’re already tight. You know that voice, it’s the voice that’s been flirting with you all boot camp.
You find it annoying, but cute annoying. You definitely like him too, ever since you first saw him.
“If you keep tying those any tighter,” Hicks adds, leaning against the metal beside you, “you’re gonna lose circulation.”
You finally glance up at him. Just a quick look. Neutral and polite. “I think I’ll survive,” you say.
He grins just enough to let you know he’s pleased he got a response at all. “Strong attitude,” he says. “I like that.”
You pause. Then, carefully, “You say that to everyone?”
“No,” Hicks replies easily while widening his eyes. “Just you.”
That makes your stomach flip, but you don’t let it show. You finish tying your boot, stand, and step past him like your heart isn’t suddenly doing something inconvenient.
Behind you, Santos lets out a low whistle. “Oh, come on,” he mutters. “You’re not even trying to be subtle anymore.”
Hicks straightens, unfazed. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Sure,” Nash says from across the bay, arms crossed. “Because that sounded real professional.”
“We’re recruits,” Hicks shoots back. “Nothing professional about us.”
A few laughs ripple through the group. You stay quiet, that’s your thing.
—
Out on the field, McKinnon has you running drills until your legs burn and your lungs feel like they’re full of sand. You focus on your breathing, your posture, the way you were taught.
Hicks ends up beside you during a break, hands on his hips, barely winded. “You’re holding back,” he says.
You blink. “What?”
“Running,” he clarifies. “You’ve got more in you.”
You shrug. “I’m keeping pace.”
He tilts his head, studying you like he’s figured something out. “You always do that?”
“Do what?”
“Stay just under the radar.”
You hesitate, then answer honestly. “It works.”
He smiles again, softer this time. “Yeah. It does.”
Cody Bowman snorts from nearby. “You two done having your little moment, or are we still pretending this is normal?”
“There is no moment,” you say quickly.
Nash nods. “Exactly. Because there’s no way.”
“No way what?” Ochoa asks.
Santos answers for him. “No way those two end up together.”
You feel heat creep up your neck.
Hicks just laughs. “Relax. Nobody’s planning a wedding.”
“Good,” Slovacek mumbles dryly. “Because I’d lose that bet.”
Hicks glances at you again with warm eyes. “You’d be surprised what people get wrong.”
You look away. You don’t flirt back. Not really. You keep your answers short, neutral, and safe. But every time he talks to you, every time he stands a little too close or lowers his voice just for you, your chest tightens in a way you don’t talk about.
You like him and it’s really hard not to show it.
—
Later, during evening downtime, you’re sitting on the steps, cleaning dirt from your boots. Hicks drops down beside you like it’s the most natural thing in the world.
“You know,” he says, “they think I’m joking.”
You don’t look up. “About what?”
“About you.”
Your hands still. Just for a second.
“I’m not,” he continues quietly. “Joking.”
You finally meet his eyes. There’s no teasing there now. No grin, just sincerity.
You swallow. “You shouldn’t say things like that.”
“Why?”
“Because,” you say carefully, “people talk.”
He shrugs. “Let them.”
You shake your head, returning to your boots. “I don’t.”
He watches you for a moment, then stands. “Yeah,” he says softly. “I know, that’s what I like about you.”
—
The next morning comes too easily, no one has to yell this time. No boots slam in panic. The bay wakes up slower and heavier, like everyone knows this is the last time they’ll do it this way. The last morning before everything changes.
You lace your boots carefully, hands steady. Across the room, Ochoa catches your eye.
“Last day,” he says softly while grinning.
You nod. “Last day.”
Outside, formation lines up the same way it always has. McKinnon paces. Howitt watches with Sullivan noting things down. Nothing feels different, but everything does.
Hicks stands two spots down from you. He leans over just enough for you to hear him. “You survived.”
“So did you,” you say.
He smiles. “Barely.”
It’s familiar now, this easy thing between you. The flirting never stopped. Not once. Even now, when everyone’s convinced it’s just who he is. That he flirts with everyone. That it never meant anything more. You never corrected them.
The day moves forward like it’s supposed to. Final checks. Final instructions. The long, dreadful walk, the one people warned you about. The one where exhaustion settles deep in your bones and pride sneaks in anyway.
You walk beside Hicks for part of it. Part of you feels a little bittersweet that it’s now over.
“You good?” he asks.
“Yes,” you answer, like you always do.
He believes you. By the time it’s over, by the time McKinnon dismisses you for the last time, something loosens in your chest. You did it. All of you did.
Back in the bay, everyone rushes to clean up. Uniforms adjusted. Faces washed. Nerves buzzing as families start arriving.
The room fills with noise, laughter, hugs, and familiar voices calling names.
You spot Hicks across the room, surrounded by the guys. Nash claps him on the shoulder. Cody says something you can’t hear. John laughs.
They still don’t think anything’s going to happen. You reach into your pocket and feel the folded paper there. Your heart skips a beat and before you can overthink it, you cross the room.
“Hicks.”
He turns, surprised. “Hey, Y/n.”
You don’t smile. You don’t explain. You just hold out the note. “For you,” you say.
He takes it, confused at first. Then he opens it. His expression changes, and he gives you a “this better not be a joke” look.
He looks up at you. “Is this,”
You nod once, cutting him off. “Yeah.”
Behind him, the guys catch on immediately.
“No way,” Ochoa says, grinning.
Cody laughs. “Took you long enough.”
Nash pats Hicks on the back. “Congrats, man.”
Someone whistles and Slovacek shakes his head like he lost a bet. Hicks just stands there, still holding the paper like it might disappear.
You step back. “I should..” You pause awkwardly, “My family’s here.”
“Yeah,” he says quickly. “Yeah, of course, see you Y/n.”
You hesitate for half a second and nod your head. “See you Hicks.” Then you turn and walk away.
You don’t look back but you can hear all the noise behind you getting louder, voices, laughter, hands clapping Hicks on the shoulders like he just won something.
Maybe he did.
Outside, you spot your family and feel the weight finally lift. Bootcamp is over. This chapter is done. And somewhere behind you, in the middle of all that noise, Hicks is smiling because he proved everyone wrong.
That thought alone makes you feel warm and fuzzy inside. You were right to wait until the end.
Uuuuhm....hello??!! <3 This is so cute and endearing and hot...?! And Miles' knee?! His whole attitude and body language reminds me of your gorgeous fic, @paperclipsentimental !!
Found the pic here (if anybody knows the original source, please let me know! Edit: It was originally posted on Liam Oh's instagram!)
