WARNINGS: cursing, mentions of suicide, alcoholism, angst, fluff, dogs
REQUEST: Can I please have a Hank x reader?
Okay sure! I'm going to write it as the reader is an older lady who lives next door to Hank and who has known him her whole life. She helps him out of his slump.
This took such a long time, but I think it's one of the best imagines I've ever written. I hope you enjoy it!!
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You met Hank at his birthday party when you were seven. He was turning eight, and he invited his entire art class to celebrate the occasion. You immediately bonded and sat next to each other all night at his mother's dining table, eating cake and laughing at each other.
You remember him wearing an oversized police cap and saluting boyishly while his mom snapped photos. You hung onto his arm throughout the whole party, all smiles. You lived right next to each other, so you would see each other all the time.
That was back in 1993.
Years passed since then. You moved on from third grade and went on to middle school, where you avoided each other like the plague, and then went to high school together. You quickly became friends again and even started dating for a while. Hank was your date to the senior prom, making that year the most magical year of your life. He treated you so differently than everyone else - trying not to swear around you, sending you smiles and reassuring glances, etc. When Hank was around you, it was like he was an entirely different person. You fell deep in love. But good things don't always last forever.
After you graduated high school, you said your goodbyes. You went to college, and Hank joined the police force, forcing you apart.
Decades passed, and your parents died. So did Hank's, leaving you small fortunes and two houses a thirty second walk from each other. Then Hank got married. He didn't invite you to his wedding. After that, you grew more and more distant - no talking, no texting, no phone calls. It was radio silence.
And frankly, you didn't want to see him. Seeing Hank marry another woman was the most painful thing you had ever experienced. You had loved him since you were a kid. You would do anything for him. But he forgot about you and moved on.
And then Hank's son died. His wife divorced him and left.
Hank was ruined. He wouldn't speak, he wouldn't eat, he wouldn't go to work. You tried to pick up the pieces for him, even taking time off of your job to be with him. You would sit next to him at his dining room table, holding his hand and soothing him when he needed it.
Hank was never really the same. He always liked to have a few drinks, but he eventually progressed into heavy alcoholism. Every night, he would come home drunk. And every night, you would run out of your house and sober him up and put him to bed.
You knew Hank needed your help, but you wanted to have a relationship with him instead of being someone to fall back on. All these years, you had been Hank's support system - someone he could talk to and depend on. Now you felt like he was someone he could just use when he needed you, and it hurt. A lot.
