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Hey everyone and welcome to the magical place of randomness, otherwise known as my blog! 

I typically write fanfiction as a way to destress but also as a way to fill the world with joy.  

A little info about little ol’ me...

I’m said to be an old soul and absolutely love vintage things, most people I know find this to be odd or “unique” and I don’t care if they do, because I’m me and I LIKE it. 

I’m too nice for my own good. I am a person of almost twenty, getting closer as the days go by and zodiac sign is a taurus. 

I’ve got a lot of ideas that come to mind so I write almost any time I have free time, before (sometimes) and after work. 

My call signs would most likely be Spirit (TG) // Angel (TGM)

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[solarsthoughts]

me: okay, tonight i’m locking in. i’m going to write all night, become a literary weapon and finish my chapter. i won’t just write the wip, i will be the wip. i’ll be unstoppable! relentless! unbreakable! so powerful the writing gods will have to restrain me themselves—

also me, 3 hours later: *giggling at yet another cursed tumblr post while my opened word doc glares at me with only 5 new words and a shameful half-finished sentence*

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The New Friend... before the Freakout

Pairing: Shawn Spencer x Ex-Detective!reader

Characters: Shawn Spencer, Ex-Dectective!reader, Burton “Gus” Gustor, Juliet “Jules” O’Hara, Henry Spencer, Carlton Lassiter, Buzz McNab (briefly mentioned)

Warnings: Fluff, angst, reader and jules have a history, shawn is a warning, gus is trying, lassiter mentioned slightly, buzz being our fav dork, henry and reader having a history, writing cases is not my forte but I tried, this was lowkey my fav to write LOL, i made a shrek reference but not seriously

Word Count: 2.1k

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“Do you know where I can find Ju-Ju-”

The officer standing in front of you stares at you with a perplexed expression.

You nervously chuckle and feel your left eye twitch. “Sorry, old nickname. Maybe she goes by Jules? You know what- scratch- scratch that, Juliet O’Hara is who I’m looking for,” you stutter to the officer.

He was kind enough to not say anything about it and nodded along to your mini rant. “I don’t know if she’s still-”

“I got this, Buzz,” a random guy tells the kind officer, who smiles and nods to you one last time before walking away.

He raises his hand to shake your hand. “Hi, amazing psychic detective Shawn Spencer and this here-” he points to his buddy, who waves at you. “-is my partner, Barnibus Cheesecurdle.”

You owlishly blink at the name and his behavior.

The man beside him steps forward. “Don’t listen to him. I am not Barnibus Cheesecurdle. My name is Gus and you are?”

You narrow your eyes, realizing who it was you were talking to.

You hoped you wouldn’t be meeting this duo any time soon but your prayers were left unanswered the longer you stand here. “Looking for my friend,” you offer a curt and short reply.

“Yes, I’m sensing a person you like to call Ju-Ju which might I add-”

“Please don’t,” you interrupt, sensing where he’s going with this because this isn’t the first time you’ve heard of his outrageous guesses.

“I’m going to ignore that and continue. Like I was saying-”

You turn when you hear an excited Juliet shout your name as she charges towards you.

“You’re here. I told you I could have picked you up. Why didn’t you call me?” She pulls away to give her disapproved face.

You roll your eyes and shrug, “I assumed you were busy saving the world and all.”

She scoffs and rolls her eyes. “As always, you’re too sweet but seriously you know I would have come to pick you up. What happened to our plan?”

You smile in return, reminding her of when you two were in the academy. “Nothing much. I just decided to get an earlier flight so I could see you.”

“That’s great, but I still have some paperwork to do. We can grab lunch or something after?”

“I figured you would, I can wander around while you do your thing.”

“Or,” Shawn interrupts. “I could show her around. I’m sensing you’re dying to get to know me.”

You glance at Shawn before looking back at Juliet. “I think your psychic senses are broken because I definitely was not.”

His expression doesn’t falter at your words. “I think you’re going to want to. We’ll be great friends.”

You purse your lips, “I think not.” You spin back towards her, “text me when you’re done. I’ll be wandering the beach.”

She furrows her brows at your behavior and realizes you’re giving your code. Wandering the beach meant seeing an old friend. “Right, right. Well as soon as I’m done, I’ll join you.”

“See you in a few.” You walk past him without batting an eye, not caring what he did.

“We have to follow her.”

“Shawn, you are not following my friend,” Juliet whines. “She is here for a few days and you are not ruining this for me.”

“I would not do such a thing, how dare you assume that.” He spins around and dramatically walks away.

“We’re following her, aren’t we?” asked Gus.

“Obviously. I’m like the curious cat, only my satisfaction will bring it back- or was it a canary?”

“That cat dies, Shawn.”

He hums, “I don’t think so.” He glances back at his best friend. “Can you unlock the blueberry? We’re losing daylight.”

“You owe me jerk chicken after this.”

“Deal. That was dinner anyway, so ha!”

-

You glance around the house, “nothing really has changed.”

“Shawn, if you’re here for some outrageous-” Henry pauses as he spots you through the screen door. “Oh, it’s you. Where the hell have you been?”

You chuckle, “glad to see you still haven’t changed, Henry. I think I ran into your son.”

“Of course, you did. It was only a matter of time.” He opened the door and let you in. “What was it that you needed from me?”

“A favor.”

“He’s back?” He asked with crossed arms.

“Unfortunately. Was released- more like, escaped, last week and he led me back here.” You glanced toward the kitchen, “you still got that whiskey?”

-

Shawn sighed, “how could we have lost her? I’m the best at finding things- people even and I lost her.”

“She did have a headstart.”

“Tomato, tomahto.” He opens the door, screaming for his dad.

Gus closes the door and the two of them enter the kitchen, finding you there. “Oh. Oh, dad, no,” he sighs dramatically. “She’s a bit young for you, don’t you think?”

You roll your eyes, “are you serious?”

“As a branding cattle,” he places a hand over his chest.

“Alright.” You push yourself up, “I’m going now. Thanks for the help, Henry.”

He nods, “don’t do anything stupid.”

You smirk, “never.” You turn to Shawn, “I don’t have the psychic abilities your son does to do that.”

“I would pretend to be offended but I knew you liked them,” he adds. “So, daddy-o. What- uh- what exactly happened here?”

“Nothing that concerns you, Shawn.” He sighs and sits down in the empty pulled out chair. “Fine.”

-

You pull out your phone to call Juliet and explain everything you just found out as the cold, metal hits the back of your shirt, digging into your spine.

“Hello, old friend.”

“Joyful,” you grimace. “Came to finish the job?”

“Nah,” he sucks in air through his teeth. “Just came to teach the ol’ precinct a lesson, especially that cute blonde friend of yours.”

“Don’t you dare you-”

“Ah, ah,” he digs the gun deeper into your spine. “I’m the one in charge here.”

You grit your teeth as he forces you into the passenger seat.

“Let’s go for a midnight swim, shall we?”

You hate this.

-

Juliet bangs on Henry’s door. “Is she here?”

“No, why? What happened?”

“We just got an anonymous call about a drowning victim.”

“Oh, god.”

“What exactly is going on?” Shawn buts in.

“We’ve got to go, now,” Henry pushes her back as he opens the door.

“Why wouldn’t she tell me he was back?”

“I don’t know.”

“Maybe because she didn’t want him getting involved,” Carlton adds unhelpfully. “What?” He asks as they glare at him. “Am I wrong?”

“What is happening? Somebody give me the cliff notes,” Shawn whines.

“My best friend has been kidnapped by a deranged ex-cop, who blames her squad and the precinct for what happened to him and his team.”

“And, you two know this how?”

“She trained under me,” Henry adds. “She was a rookie then, somebody hardly anyone knew and she went undercover but then the whole recon got sideswiped.”

“She was forced out of Santa Barbara where she was partnered with me,” Juliet adds. “She barely told me what happened but she sent a cryptic email before she went to your guy's house and-”

“And she didn’t think to tell anyone else?” Carlton questions. “Why would she do something so stupid?”

“Well, unlike you, Sandman. She has a heart and actually cares about people.”

Carlton rolls his eyes at Shawn’s comment.

“Where’s Gus?”

“He’s in the blueberry. There was no time for me to get in. I needed information.” He places his fingers on his temple. “Why would he call in a drowning?”

“Their team, his guys died off pier fifty eight due to a faulty engine,” Juliet tells him. “Everyone thought she had something to do with it because she was the last one close to it but she’s found new evidence to prove that his partner was actually the one who caused the accident.”

Henry sighs.

“What? Dad, what did you do?”

“I didn’t do anything, Shawn,” the older man snaps. “She asked for the photos I had taken copies of from the case and gave them to her before she left. She said something was gnawing at her since the entire investigation and,” he sighs. “She must have figured out who did it and they were hidden in the photos.”

“Yeah, well. We need to save her before it’s too late,” Juliet interrupts.

-

“You know, I’m not a big fan of being down in the engine room.”

“I wonder why that is,” he sneers.

“I wasn’t the one who tinkered with it. It was your partner who did it.”

“You’re lying,” he grabs the back of your neck forcing you to look at him. “There’s no way he would do that.”

“He was deep in debt, had a lot of people- bad people. He couldn’t risk anyone finding out. You were close to the truth before he caused that accident.” You grit your teeth at his strength as he tightens his hold on you. “You were too close to the truth and he knew that.”

“Why wouldn’t he tell me?”

“He couldn’t let you know.” You sigh, “I’m sorry.”

You pull your hands up after cutting the rope on a broken piece of metal. “Just like I’m sorry for this,” you struggle to pull the gun from him as you push him against the wall using his wince to your advantage as you pull him back and shove him against the wall again.

You two struggle for what feels like an eternity as you make it out of the engine room.

You barely make it as you stumble down the side, clinging to the railing as best you could. Your vision is hazy, coming and going the further you walk down the outer deck.

A blinding light floods your vision, you raise your hand, groaning as it quickly moves.

“Oh my god.”

You can feel yourself relax slightly at the relief flooding through you as you hear her voice. “Oh, thank god,” you sigh.

“Where is he?” Her partner, you assume, Carlton asks.

“Engine room, tied up and unconscious.” You nearly fall as two people catch you, you wince as you land on the seat they placed you on. You groan at the sight of him. “Did you sense danger?”

He glances at the mark on your head before focusing on you. “I sensed you needed a hero but Jules and my dad took that role so I opted for the role of noble stead.”

His friend clears his throat.

“Gus is the stead, I’m the noble, obviously.”

You let out a weak chuckle before wincing. The adrenaline is slowly wearing off.

“We need to get you looked at,” Juliet adds. “They should be here- oh, there they are.” She furrows her brows at your injured state. “I’m going to pull one of them here so we can get you looked at, okay?”

You nod. “Yeah, yeah. I’ll be here.” You close your eyes.

“It’s not time to go to sleep,” he interrupts your thoughts.

“I’m not sleeping, it’s too bright out here.”

“They tend to pull out all the stops so they can come and save one of their own, you know.”

You turn to Gus, “does he ever shut up?”

“Hardly.”

You nod your head, pursing your lips as you close your eyes once more, “awesome.”

-

You barely remember how you got home, much less what happened. You slowly open your eyes to more bright lights.

“Look who’s awake.”

You groan, “why are you always around?”

“To brighten your day.”

You squint as barely get your eyes adjusted to the light. “I doubt that. Where’s Ju-Ju?”

“I forced her to step out and go home, promised I’d stay here.”

“How noble of you.”

“Always.” He adjusts his posture in the chair. “How are you feeling?”

“How do you think?”

“Yeah, I figured but I had to have answers before Jules bites my head off.”

You chuckle, “that she would.”

“Once you're out of here, could I interest you in a tour of my office?”

“What makes you think I'm staying here in town?”

He smirks, changing the channel. “You are. Psychic, remember?”

You scoff, “I still don't buy it.”

“Guess you should stick around and find out.”

You resist the urge to smile, knowing damn well he was right. You are staying and you are getting that tour. 

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Mary Bennet: *does anything* Tom Hayward: *immediately—

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Bittersweet to Me

Pairing: Damon Salvatore x Fem!reader

Characters: Damon Salvatore, Fem!reader, Stefan Salvatore, Caroline Forbes

Warnings: Fluff, angst, gets real sad, toxic but what else is new, damon being mean, reader being mean and sad, mentions of death, damon wallowing, damon sad, damon being a warning, this has been in my draft for years and I FINALLY found an ending for it, reader being sad and negative about themself, reader lowkey not upset about the one BIG change

Word Count: 1.5k

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You don’t remember how it happened- the tears in your eyes cause the stars to shine brighter as you lay on the ground.

An image comes to mind of your favorite person which causes your heart to clench.

You didn't want to bring it up, but she kept asking for him even when she knew you two were together, you hate it but... part of you believes he'll still go running to her.

You took a shaky breath at the thought. ‘Stupid.’

It didn't bother you, at least not in the beginning.

You wince at the pressure you keep on your neck, crying more as you feel your pulse and the blood slipping through your fingers.

You knew he was helping the best he could since neither of you understood what was happening, that's how it always started.

You know you could have left it alone, not say anything like you normally did.

But you know yourself and well, it would have eaten you alive to not tell him how you felt. You wanted to better your relationship by communicating and what better way to do than open up about… the same issue.

You want to cringe at your tears slipping down your cheeks and into your ears but you keep your eyes closed as you continue reliving your last memory with him.

-

“Damon, please don’t-” You sigh, stopping by the kitchen door as you follow him. “I didn’t mean to upset you but this- I- I needed to tell you.” You frown, hearing yourself.

“I want us to communicate even if it's the same issue. I want us to work it out.” You glance down at the floor, feeling small.

He removes his gaze from the countertop to look at you. “How could you ask me that? Of course, I love you there is no one else if there’s no you.”

You rapidly flutter your lashes, trying to rid yourself of the tears. “I know you love me, you tell me when we’re alone and when we go out, but it's not enough. It’s not enough, Damon.”

You wipe your cheek and avoid his gaze. “You always tell me in private but never in front of them. That and this- it- it just- it builds up.”

He scoffs, “really? Tell me why. Tell me why my love isn’t enough for you when it’s been enough in the past?”

He sighs and shakes his head. “I have done nothing but give you my heart and you think I want some whiney little schoolgirl instead?! Clearly, you’ve been listening to Barbie whine.” He sighs and steps out of the kitchen, leaving you alone.

-

“I'm sorry,” you whisper in the air, knowing somewhere, someone will hear it. “I'm sorry, D.” You can’t help but sniffle at his words as they replay in your mind.

He’s right, being in the shadow of Elena and listening to Caroline being depressed about her love life has seeped into you, as if their words have been carved into your blood; ruining any chance you might have at love.

-

You couldn’t stay in their house the rest of that night.

You needed air and opted to go outside and walk home. It was late, still is.

You know better than to walk in this godforsaken town without someone by your side.

You don’t remember how it happened but the hot breath fanning against your neck pulls you back to reality as the back of your head gets wetter and stickler.

You realize this is really the end, your end.

The end of your life.

The end of your (secret, not secret) relationship with the one man who could ever truly love you.

The end of living in this town.

The end of going out with your friends, everything.

You open your mouth to scream, to do anything with last time, nothing comes out as your breath is drained from you. You don’t have the energy to do anything.

You can barely keep pressure on your wound as your eyes flutter and hand falls.

The stars are brighter the longer you stare before closing your eyes again. ‘I'm sorry, Damon.’

-

Someone pulls your body into their lap, you close your eyes as the pain intensifies once more.

“-ake up. C’mon wake up. Open your eyes,” Damon calls out, panicking at your lack of response.

A hand patting your cheek gains a groan from you.

He lowers his head onto your chest, praying to everything and everyone listening for you to not leave him.

You don’t have the energy to talk, much less fight anymore.

He can hear your heartbeat slowing down.

Stefan turns around after staking the rogue vampire. “Damon?”

The eldest sped away before he could say anything else.

-

He cradles you in his arms as he settles himself in his family’s tomb, wanting to hold you in a place that means a lot to him... and now you.

Afterall, if not for this place, you two wouldn’t have gotten as close as you have.

Your heart beats even slower than before he moved you.

He places his hand on your head, pressing his forehead against your temple, hoping to enjoy his last moment with you.

He winces at the memory you replay and wasn’t prepared for what he saw.

-

You lower your head, wiping away stray tears. “You came here for her, for her, Damon and then you fell for her double. How am I- I mean, I just- I got in your guys way and-”

He can’t help but interject. His gaze softens. “What do you mean you got in our way? If anything,” he steps closer. “You were the reason I came back, I just didn’t know it until you bumped into me when you were supposed to study with Stefan.”

You stare into his eyes as you furrow your brows. “What?”

"You didn't get in the way, you- you were the way. You were it as soon as I bumped into you in the family crypt.” He furrows his brows, staring at you with determination. “I'm not letting you slip away from me again.”

He cups your cheeks. “You are the reason I stayed, don't you get that? I didn't stay for any of them, all they did was play games but you- you never did and haven't. You were the only good thing I found in this place when I was at one of my many dark points of my long, lonely, and bitter life.”

He pulls you in closer, “you didn’t deserve how I treated you but I'm selfish and I can't lose you.”

“What?”

He barely moves as he's pulled out of your mind.

-

You gasp as your eyes open. “What- where-”

He calms you as you freak out. “You're in transition.”

“What?” You scream and wince at the sound.

You push yourself away from him and are shocked at your speed. “Holy, what the hell? Damon, what did you- were you in my head?”

You growl before running away. You groan at the weight rolling with you. “What did you do?”

“Evened the playing field. What do you think?”

You tossed him off you and lush yourself up onto your knees, throwing your hair over your head. “You turned me? You turned me!?”

You reach up for the wound on your neck and find nothing. “You- why would you?”

He groans and winces at the branches sticking out of his chest as he's stuck to a tree.

“Oh, god.” You rush towards him, causing him more pain as you run into him. “Take them out and then I can explain.”

“No,” you rip out the one closest to his heart. “You- that memory wasn't- that wasn't how it really went. You- you weren't that sweet.” You rip another one out.

“You- ow- precious cargo here.” He groans and pauses to take a minute. “You're right, it wasn’t, sweetheart. But losing you makes me do crazy things.”

“You didn't lose me though?”

“Almost losing you was the worst kind of pain I've endured and I was not going to stay here with the scooby gang because I was too much of an idiot to admit that I want you more than I've ever wanted anything.”

You throw yourself on him and he catches you.

“Don't scare me like that again,” he mumbles.

“I'll try not to.”

“There won’t be trying as long as I’m here.”

You giggle, “okay.”

“Are you going to let go?”

“I’m fine here,” you tell him as you whirl around for a piggyback ride.

“You’re going to be a little terror, aren’t you?”

You shrug and lean in closer to his ear, “not as bad as you Mister Big Bad Vampire. Remember you leveled the playing field.” You jump off him and run towards the Salvatore house.

-

It took some time before you two talked things out and found a steady rhythm but you wouldn’t trade it for the world.

Not to mention how happy Caroline was to have a fellow vampire girly that actually stayed to deal with all of their nonsense.

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Locker Gossip

Pairing: Nathan Scott x Fem!reader

Characters: Nathan Scott, Brooke Davis, Fem!reader

Warnings: This was based on a request i lost :(, it's short but I hope it's meets the phantom req, fluff, short but cute, brook will always be bestie material, established relationship, this based more in season 1 maybe slight pre ep 1 if anything

Word Count: 466

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You switch your history book for your English book, wondering what you’re going to have for lunch today. “Maybe it’s pizza day,” you mumble.

“What’re you talking about?” Brooke asks, standing beside you.

“Lunch, I don’t know what they have in the cafeteria today.”

“I think it’s a poor excuse for a burger.”

“Damn,” you sigh. “I don’t wanna have that.”

She shrugs, “that’s what you get when you don’t pack a lunch.”

You close your locker and turn to her. “You’re really blaming me when you’re the one who takes half.”

“Yeah and now I’m going to starve thanks to you.”

You chuckle and roll your eyes. “Way to not be dramatic, B Davis.”

She gives you a fake innocent smile in return. “Of course.”

You want to ask her something but are interrupted but an arm being placed on your shoulders. You stare at the arm with furrowed brows.

“Hi, baby.”

Your head snaps to the side as you smile at your boyfriend. “Hi, honey.” You peck his cheek. “What do you have planned after class?”

He chuckles, knowing you have something planned. “You mean other than practice, not much.”

You lean your head on his shoulder. “Wanna go to Karen’s after?”

He sighs. “Do we have to?”

Your head snaps up, “I haven’t seen my chaotic duo in too long so, yes.”

He leans closer and whispers in your ear, “what if we go back to mine after?”

You shake your head, “no, you’ve persuaded me one too many times. I politely decline, baby.” You peck his cheek.

He sticks his bottom lip out, knowing there’s not much he can do to change your mind. Once you have something in mind, you stay firm with it; something he loves but dislikes in this moment.

“Is there any way at all that I can persuade you?”

You shake your head. “No, we're gonna see Luke and Hales, it’ll be fun.”

He sighs.

“C’mon, it’ll be fun. Please, please, please,” you beg him.

He shakes his head, “I’m going to die today, aren’t I?”

“Yes,” you nod your head.

“Thanks for being honest.”

You smile at him, “of course.”

Brooke shakes her head and reaches for you. “I’m stealing the future Mrs. Scott.” She pulls you behind her as you two start running down the hallway.

He pouts following after the two of you. “Brooke, dammit! C’mon!” He calls out for you two as you run across the yard.

You turn back and smile at him, almost tripping while doing so.

His heart races at that cute ass face of yours and speeds up to make sure Brooke doesn’t mangle his girlfriend.

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Being George's Queen

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Much like every other royal (in your family) you were a pawn in a societal game

“Engaged” by the age of four

Sent away to school to learn the ways of a royal wife by ten

Sent to London for the proper engagement by ten and five

And officially married by ten and seven

You barely understood anything that happened or what to do but you were quick to figure things out

You couldn’t understand his need to be apart from you despite being so loving and wanting to be close to you during the day

It officially became irksome when you were being told what to do by him

After catching him during an episode, you understood why he went on as he did 

It was hard to understand the secrecy and distance for a while 

Luckily you had your ladies in waiting, Sofia (Charlotte) and Agatha

Not to mention the fluffy gift from your husband, the dog (before you begin to get a bundle of them)

It took some time but eventually you came to know more about him and not just of his condition

When he realized you would stand by his side for better or worse, he opened up more 

The visits from his mother were irksome but you two were able to work things out for it not be so horrible 

And when it came time for the children he would still try and keep away but he would eventually come around (after you caught him hiding away and made him feel bad)

You knew it wasn’t right but there was no way you could do this alone

Agatha was wonderful and Charlotte was great when it came to needing to be distracted but you needed (and had) your husband by your side during the birth of all your children

Not to mention when your pups had, well, pups of their own

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Girl Troubles and Luke being a Menice

Pairing: Luke Dunphy x Fem!reader

Characters: Luke Dunphy, Alex Dunphy, Phil Dunphy, Claire Dunphy

Warnings: Fluff, Luke being Luke, modern family shenanigans, alex being sad, mentions of break ups, mentions of drinking and alcohol,

Word Count: 2.3k

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You enter the house, nearly run over by Phil as he trips over the lip. “Sorry, Squeaks. I didn’t mean to almost trample you.”

You raise your brows, “sure. Need help there?”

He sheepishly smiles, “please before Claire comes and-”

“Oh, Phil,” the blonde shakes her head in disbelief. “I told you, you were going to run into someone or break your leg. Are you alright, Squeaks?”

You nod, “oh, I’m fine. Your husband on the other hand, is not. You know, I think he tried to do it on purpose.”

“Phil!”

“What?” His eyes widened. “NO! I would never-” His shoulders deflate at the sight of you two giggling. “Oh, real mature, Claire. You’re pulling Squeaks into your evil games.”

She rolls her eyes before gesturing upstairs, “she’s still in bed.”

“Thank you,” you say in a sing-song tone before making your way up the stairs. You’re nearly at her door when the one thing stopping you, Luke. “I didn’t know you’d be here,” he says with a fake forgetful tone. You raise a brow. “Sure, you didn’t just like every other time you “forgot” I was coming over.” He tries to lean against the wall but misses and manages to catch himself before one of the babies toys trips him. You burst out laughing, “holy crap. Oh, I so wish I had a camera on me to record that.”

“Are you going to help me up?” He pouts. You lean over, smiling at him, “no.” You slam the door open, “Alex, get your ass out of bed. We’re going out.” The door slams shut behind you. Claire and Phil share a look. “He takes after you,” Phil tells his wife. She scoffs, avoiding eye contact, “he does not. That’s you right there.” “And eventually he’ll get the girl, hopefully minus a few broken bones.” “Oh god. Do you remember when you tried sliding across the hood of your car “Dukes of Hazzard” style and broke your collarbone?” “I remember crying as they tried moving me to get an x-ray.” You roll your eyes at her laying in bed. “Get up.” “I’m heartbroken.” She whines as you yank her blankets off her. “Give them back.” “Nope,” you nudge her leg, sitting down beside her. “Alex, honey, you know I love you-” A small smile tugs at the corner of her lips. “But for the love of god,” you groan as her smile disappears. “Get up.” She pouts, covering her face. “You got broken up with, I don’t know who did it but this is not the end of the world.” You pull her hand away from her face. “You, Alex Dunphy, the smartest girl there ever was, are going to get through this.”

“You know, you can be persuasive at times.” “Oh, believe me. I know. How do you think Luke got his style?” She narrows her eyes at you. “You did that?” “Yeah, now he’s a babe magnet.” “Gross.” “They say the same about you when you start talking about going on the prowl.” “That’s different.” You shrug, “not really.” You walk behind her, waving off her family as they gawk at the depressed girl walking down the stairs. “There we go,” you direct her to the kitchen. “Let’s get something to eat.”

“I’m not hungry.” “Uh huh and I’m a cougar. Let’s grab a snack.” Alex eyed you with a confused look. Luke entered (after being shoved by Haley and his mom) and bumped into you. You gasp at the cold and look down to find the milk spilled all over you. “Oh my- Luke,” you groan. You glare at him as he stares at you with his jaw dropped. “Just move and stay with her.” You move past him, rushing up the stairs. You close the door behind you, not paying attention to it closing as you scramble to find new clothes. You nearly scream as you hug the dry shirt to your chest. “What are you doing?” You open the door and push him towards it, “get out. Get out. Get out.”

“I- I’m sorry,” he tells you through the door. “I really don’t care what’s just happened,” you sigh. “Go and console your sister.” You barely make eye contact with him as you re-enter the kitchen. “Haley?” “What’s up?” She looks behind her, peering at you from over the couch. “I’m taking her out tonight, you want to be baby free for a night and join?” She pouts, “I wish. Dylan already promised me date night and I don’t want to reschedule it… again.” You shrug, “okay. I figured I’d ask.” Alex furrows her brows at your lack of teasing her brother. “Are you okay?” You give her a small smile, “I’m good, unlike you.” You grab her wrist and tug her towards the stairs. “We’re going to ransack your closet before I try and burn your old clothes.”

“I vote second.” “Haley!” Alex whines. You avoid bumping into Luke as you two make your way up the stairs. Once the door closes, that’s when the teasing begins.

“Why don’t you just tell her you like her?” Haley asks out loud, rocking one of the babies in her arms.

“What? Who?”

She raises a brow at her brother. “Really? You nearly mauled her the second she walked into the house.”

“I,” he scoffs, crossing his arms. “I have no idea what you mean.”

“Oh, sweetie,” Claire shakes her head. “You are definitely your father’s son. You are doing a horrible job at hiding your feelings right now.”

“Oh, come on. He doesn’t like her,” Phil chimes in, wrapping an arm around Luke’s shoulders. Claire and Haley raise a brow. “Yeah, okay. I didn’t believe me then either. Sorry, buddy.”

“No, you guys are wrong I don’t- I don’t like her.” Haley raises a brow. “That’s exactly what somebody who has a crush would say.” “You guys have no idea what you’re talking about.” He storms off down the hallway. Claire raises her hand and lowers each finger slowly, counting down from three. “Okay, you guys might have a point.”

“Can we go home now?” Alex whines to you. You smile and shake your head. “Nope. We’re just gonna enjoy our girls night out. No boys, no family hiding in a corner, nothing.” You slide the water to her. “Water?” You nod, “yep. I am not about to deal with drunk and sobbing Alex right now. I am not equipped for her just yet.” She shrugs, “I guess- I guess that’s fair.” “We can always get something else if you want but I honestly just wanted to get you out of the house.” The corners of her smile tug, “thank you.”

“What are best friends for?” “We’re best friends?” “Oh, dear God.” You nearly slam your hand against the counter top. “Alex, don’t turn off your brain yet.” “I have never done that.” “Uh huh,” you smirk. “Except when it comes to your first kiss.” She gasps, “that was one-” “At least five.” “That was one time and I thought you said no talk of boys?” You shrug, stirring the ice cubes in your water. “I had to get you talking somehow.” “That was uncalled for.” “You’re having fun, just admit it.” You tell her you’re running to the bathroom, expecting her to follow you but she insists on staying at the table. “What? Now you guys think I’m not capable of taking care of myself?” She snaps at her brother.

“Woah,” he raises his hands slightly, pulling away. “It’s just me and I- uh- I wanted to make sure you two were okay.” She raises a brow, “sure you did.” “Obviously. I mean, why else would I be here?” She smirks, “to admit your feelings for someone.” He rolls his eyes. You find your way back to the table and are confused at the sight of her brother. You stop beside her. “I said girls night. Not girls night plus Luke.” He leans in, “come on, you know you missed me.”

“When have I ever admitted such a thing?”

“I ordered us drinks,” she chimes in. You pout, “without me?” She rolls her eyes, “I can be a big girl and order us drinks.” “Yeah, but it’s always fun watching you shamelessly flirt with the bartender.” She scoffs, “I do not- okay, that was one time and I didn’t see you opposing the free drinks.” “Uh, no because I’m not crazy and also it was one drink that tasted horrible.” You pull the chair away from him and take your seat. “So, what happens during girls' night?”

“Why are you so invested?” You furrow your brows. “Are you upset that your sister is getting more than you?” He grimaces, “gross. Never say that again.” You chuckle, taking a sip of your drink. “I’m going to torture him with this now.” Alex groans. You glance back, double checking she’s in securely in the back as she dozes off. “Are you sure you should be driving?” You ask him.

“What, you think I can’t handle your car?” He teases. You roll your eyes, “you break it, you pay for the damage.” “I’m fine and I got it. You just keep sitting there and look pretty.” Your jaw drops as you eye him for a few seconds, watching as he reverses out the parking lot. You turn to look out the window when he turns around. It wasn’t a long drive back to the Dunphy household but that doesn’t mean it didn’t feel like it. You head to the backseat while Luke unlocks the door. “I told you I make for a good wing woman,” she tells you with a tired smile.

You roll your eyes. “You have done nothing of the sort tonight. Now, come on. I desperately need to get out of these boots before I start crying.” He makes his way back to you as he helps you drag his sister into the house. “You can stay the night, you know.” He tells you after you close her bedroom door. “Yes, I know I can stay, Luke but I have no clothes here.”

“That’s a lie. Mom always keeps a few things here for you, just in case.” You roll your eyes, crossing your arms, leaning against the wall. “Why do you want me to stay so bad? You want to get blackmail evidence of me with bedhead or something?” You tease him. “No, I just,” he scratches the back of his head. “It’s late and you’ve been complaining about how bad your feet are hurting so why push yourself when you can just relax here.” The smile slowly falls as you glance down, looking at your favorite (albeit most tortuous) shoes. “Like you said, it's late.”

“Why do you want to go home so bad?” You lift your head, realizing how close he became in the last few seconds. “Bad things happen when it’s late.” “Exactly and I’m trying to keep you safe so nothing happens to you.” You scoff, “you just might be the bad thing.” He smirks, “I think you meant inappropriate things happen after-” You cover his mouth with a squeak. “Shhh, do not and I mean do not finish that sentence or I swear I will-”

“Will what?” He asks after moving your hand from his mouth. “See, now you’re all quiet. I don’t think you actually have anything to say.” You purse your lips, annoyed with right he is and how close he’s gotten and how sweet he was tonight, especially now and- “Oh, screw it.” You take a deep breath and cup his cheeks, pulling him close- almost expecting him to pull away until he starts kissing you back. You don’t know how long you stood there kissing him but you eventually realized what you were doing and with who then you began to pull back. He leans in closer with his eyes still closed until he opens them and finds you covering your mouth with wide eyes. “Don’t freak out.”

“I’m not,” you scoff as you bend down to pull off your shoes, you almost fall until he helps stabilize you. You stare at him for a second as you stand there holding your heels. “See something you like?” He teases. You let out a quiet squeak and shuffle towards Alex’s room, gingerly closing the door. You press your forehead against the door and nearly combust. “What did I do?” “Go to sleep,” Alex groans. “You nearly scream but eventually calm down and go to bed.

You wake up to a glass of water and tylenol on the nightstand and know who it’s from. You slowly make your way downstairs, still in your pajamas with your hair barely thrown up in a messy bun. You step off the last step when you hear his voice. “Should I take a picture now for your blackmail?” You roll your eyes and take the cup of coffee from him. “It’s too early for this.” You frown, realizing the coffee tastes exactly how you like it. “How did you-”

He shrugs, “I’ve noticed how you take your coffee and thought you might want some.” “Well,” you glance at him from the corner of your eye, “thank you.”  

“Any time.” “He really likes her,” Phil whispers to Claire. She nods, “he really does. How long till you think they finally admit they like each other?” “He’s going to break later.”

“Really?” She turns to her husband, “you think that soon.”

He shrugs with a small grin as he sips his coffee, “I have a feeling.”

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Shy and Sarcastic Imprint Headcanon

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Paul with the quiet reader who’s got a mouth (and is his imprint)

He was not happy to see you in the orange truck, with the one person who knew how to mess with the peace that’s been present for years

He hasn’t spoken to you in YEARS but that doesn’t change the fact that he remembers what it’s like to be scared 

He didn’t like when you followed her out of the truck or when you nearly stepped in front of her to protect her from Jake 

Or when you stood in front of him and pushed the two behind you

He hated the fact that you were there at all because you’re so- so- 

Shit

You were more than confused and pissed off when Sam told him to go as he and Jake ran off to fight

You were definitely not going to follow them in the house 

You tried to leave before anything else WEIRD could happen but you know, that didn’t work when the two stood by the truck as you were having a moral dilemma (stay or steal Bella’s truck, kindly return it, offer yourself up for your crime, and face the punishment from her father)

Bella was not going to deal with this alone and ran out, all but shoving you into the direction of the house while all the boys watched amused

You briskly walked into the house, leaving them all behind and stood awkwardly near the kitchen counter until Emily slid a muffin to you

You said nothing throughout the entire ordeal and hung back 

Paul was the one to approach you (with his nerves FRIED)

“Oh, now you want to stop being a dick and talk to me?” 

Everyone starts cackling, even Sam. 

“I could honestly care less about whatever is going on so you can leave me alone and I would love a signed copy of your cookbook,” you said, turning to Emily for the last part. 

“I don’t have a cookbook.” 

“You need to make one and I want a signed copy because I can’t even get the warmth you poured into this.” 

Bella tried kicking you out (jelly of everyone talking to you, even Jake)

You chucked her keys out the window in retaliation

Everyone learned to take it easy with you (as to not become a victim of your words)

Embry and Jared left pouting after you call the puppies (“pussy puppies” because they p couldn't kill a bug for Emily while Sam was out)

Quill almost started crying after you bullied him in scrabble 

Jake nearly fell down the stairs as you barked at him for acting like a “love sick puppy”

Sam ran to Emily’s arms as you judged him for his dramatic walk in the rain after shifting one late night

Emily nearly cut her hand on an apple after you shamed her bed head (due to... stuff) 

Paul always swoons when you're sassy (not that he'd ever say so)

You barely acknowledge Paul as is and him you despite his wanting to be near you all the time 

Que Bella drama, you being dragged around, and almost dying for Paul to confess everything 

You two take over a year before going out on an actual date BUT that makes it better and means more to the two of you

The power of friends to strangers to enemies to friends to lovers makes it worth it 

“He was too much of a baby to ask me out.” 

He pouts, “I was not.” 

You smile and squeeze his hand. “It's okay. You're still my tough, big, bad wolf.” 

“I feel the opposite.” 

You roll your eyes. “Excuse me for trying to boost your ego squirrel brain.”

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Please can you write anything platonic with top gun '86? Something where the reader is a pilot please im desperate

Mayhem and Chaos... Don't Mix Them

A/N: okay so this may not quite match the rec but I had so much fun with this and feel like it works hehe

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Hollywood winces. “Wow.”

“Are you sure this was a good idea?” Sundown asks, wincing at the sight of Iceman, Maverick, Slider, Goose and Wolfman running away from you.

“I mean,” Hollywood scratches the back of his neck. “Hell, if I knew. I told those fools not to do it, but they were the ones that insisted on it.”

Sundown scoffs as he lowers his aviators. “And you believed them? I mean Ice and Slider I can see but listening to Wolf, Goose, and Maverick,” he whistled. “You were played like a fiddle and made one hell of a fool.”

You let out a war cry as you jump onto one of the work benches.

Iceman and Maverick stop with wide eyes. “Oh sh-”

Slider runs in behind them and topples onto them.

All three wince at the impact.

“Everybody break!” Goose barrels past the three men pile up while you jump on top of Wolfman’s back.

“You little pricks,” you yank his hat off him and smack his head over and over.

The man cries, literally sobbing with apologies, trying to blame the others.

You step away, wiping your hands on the pants of your half zipped flight suit. Merlin, Hollywood, and Sundown sit at the makeshift lunch table.

“Where- uh- where did the guys go?” Hollywood asks, poorly trying to be discreet.

“No,” Merlin chimes in.

“Better thought,” Sundown adds. “Still can’t believe you haven’t killed each other yet.” He chuckles, stealing Wolfman’s chips.

Merlin nods, taking a bit of Maverick’s (second) sandwich.

You shrug and reach for the wipes you started keeping in the hanger to make cleaning the grease off your fingers easier.

You sigh and slam the wipe onto the table top much to the others disapproval.

“We shared a room together in high school, well two rooms because I was smart enough to get my own,” you chuckle. “If we could survive that, we could survive anything.”

“That looked the opposite of surviving,” Hollywood mutters earning a chuckle from the other two.

You purse your lips, “it’s not my fault they’re afraid to mess with me.”

“We don’t want to die,” Slider and Maverick shout from their chairs.

“We want to live,” Wolfman and Goose plead.

“Someone take that hammer and take my hearing,” Iceman begs.

You snort, “bet you all learned your lesson now?”

You turn to see them all tied to the chairs in a circle, looking like the worst version of musical chairs.

“YES!”

“Too bad, I’m still pissed.” You steal Wolfman’s after lunch treat (a pastry from his favorite bakery). “C’mon, guys.”

“Wait- noooo!!” Slider, Wolfman, Maverick, and Iceman scream.

“I will pay you to let me go.”

“Goose, you barely have ten cents to your name let alone enough for me to even begin to think about letting you out.”

“Rude!”

“Bye boys,” you wave at them with a victorious grin. 

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Crafting and Weather Blurb

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You sit on the bench, minding your own business as you wrap the yarn around your fingers.

“Oi, what’re you workin’ on there, grandma?”

The only person to give you such a rude nickname jogs closer to you, leaning down with his arm resting on his knee.

You roll your eyes. “You’re a little shit, Tartt.”

He chuckles with a wide smirk. “What are you workin’ on?” He shrugs, glancing over your project with genuine interest.

Despite what you may think, he genuinely is interested in the things you make and if he’s able to get a little rise out of you, well, that’s a perk.

You hum, “I’m making leg warmers because it’s so fucking cold here. Ted, lied to me about the weather and now I’m the one dealing with the repercussions.”

“Oh, is that it?” He hums, standing up placing his hands on his head as he stretches. “I wouldn’t know how cold it is.”

You scoff, “yeah cause you run hot.”

He turns to you with his hands still on his head. “You think I’m hot?” he smirks.

You roll your eyes. “I did not say that.”

“Nah, nah,” he teases while jogging down the seats towards the field. “You called me hot.” He spins around, still smirking as he jogs backwards.

“I said run hot! As in you- oh forget it,” you mumble. You huff as your loop falls off your crochet hook. "Little prick, making me lose my place."

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Two Worlds Collide Headcanon

A/N: Uhhhh this one is a bit of a long one sooo read at your own discretion

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You knew him as a kid, more like mid-teens 

Now you weren’t friends with him per se but you had been in classes together but never became friends (much to Steve’s dismay, oop) 

You were/ are friends with the one and only (gun slinging [will be bait girly]) Nancy Wheeler

Robin knows you from band, although you two didn’t play the same instrument, it didn’t mean you two wouldn’t bond  

Billy knew you because of your car knowledge

He happened to pass you one day while you were fixing your own car (and after that, you were the only one he let touch his baby) 

Eddie knew you because of your (superior) taste in music 

He caught sight of you at the record store and couldn’t pass the opportunity to talk to you (strike) make a fool of himself 

And from the others, they never actually but in the effort to befriend you despite enjoying talking to you

You only got roped up into this and got involved because of El

You befriended the girl after saving the boys 

And then almost got attacked yourself but luckily you had your bow and arrow on you, which you use to take down the demo 

After that night, you started getting closer to Steve but never cross the “barrier” into having a crush because you don’t know how you fully feel about him (you still remember him being a dick) 

Everyone knows Steve loves you (after he has some time to grieve his and Nancy’s relationship)

Billy used to tease you constantly about it before he died 

That brought you closer to Max 

Then when Vecna finally showed his skinless ass, he tried getting you and failed because you could get out by thinking of your friends plus music (ofc)

Which brought out the worst thing you could have ever imagined, Eddie’s death and it killed you

You and Dustin grieve the hardest (in different but similar ways)

Even in the worst of times, Steve still tries to pursue you

You then had to break it to him by explaining how he's in a different league, a different kind of beautiful (if you will) right before “sacrificing yourself”

Everyone thought you died

You did too for a second

And then Badass Warrior you, Ghost Billie, and Demo-bat Eddie came in clutch 

El Banished you three out saying she got it handled so you helped in other areas where you could

Steve was thrown for a loop at the sight of you three, especially when you got Billy and Eddie (to not only work together but save Nancy)

“You guys go get her!” You shout as you try to jump out. 

Eddie grabs you before you can even exit the hive mind. “Are you insane?!” 

“Oh, so you and Billy can do it but I can’t?” 

“We’ll live, you won’t,” Billy murmurs. 

You charge at the belly of the beast just as the two starting attacking it 

You think everyone was relieved at Max coming back, it was even more emotional with you 

You barely remember a thing that happened until the kids try getting you into the truck 

You, Eddie, and Billy sneak away (much to big dick Steve’s dismay [which Billy and Eddie tease you two about endlessly]) 

You couldn’t figure out why you three were stuck in this building, partly listening to the group crying out for the girl until the door opens

You tear up, realizing why the boys pulled you in here 

“Are you sure?” 

She nods with drenched cheeks, unable to get a word out. 

“We’ll watch over them,” you promise her before easing her down as the two hold the wooden plank. “Be safe and I mean that.” 

“I’ll be okay,” she whispers. 

You could barely look at anyone after that, not to mention the issues you three were dealing with

Billy dealing with backlash of his “rise from the dead” 

Eddie going through the same thing but everyone still labeling him a freak no matter how many times you guys rewrote history, making it clear he did nothing to Christy

And you, were pretty much dealing with the same issue but more so when no one wanted to hire any of you (Keith was running out of business ideas otherwise he would have hired you all) 

Then came Steve, the one who said the wrong things and pushed when he probably shouldn’t

You found him a week after you decided to stop listening to their bitching and moaning about how “Steve keeps calling and gets all sad it’s not you” Billy “Steve wants to talk to you” - Eddie “Get off the damn couch and talk to your boyfriend” - Eddie “Get Harrington off the line, Max is supposed to call” - Billy “Steve wants to know if you have kids– no? - alright scratch that, he wants to know if the kids are here. If you spoke up Harrington, maybe we would understand you” - Eddie

You sat on the hood of his (new) car and couldn’t figure out what you wanted to say but knew you had to talk to him

He was more than surprised to see you out of your house than anything, more so sitting on his (new) car

You roll your eyes. “Can it, Steve. I’m not scratching your precious car.” 

“I wasn’t-”

“Don’t even try. We both know that’s what you were really worried about.” 

“I wasn’t,” he sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I could care less about the care at this moment.”  

“Alright then, say I humor you and agree.” You lean closer, “what’s really got you rattled?” 

He raises his head, “you mean other than the fact that you’re actually here?” He lets out a faux chuckle. “Not much.” 

“Is that supposed to move me?” 

He rolls his eyes, placing his hands on his hips. “You know, you could be a little nicer considering we all mourned you. I mean I-” he scoffs. “I kept hoping for you to return and kept waiting for you to but then-” 

“Then what?” You push yourself off the car, standing in front of him. 

“Do you remember what you told me?” 

“When?” 

He tilts his head as he narrows his eyes at you. “You know when.” 

You purse your lips, realizing he meant when Vecna kidnapped you, just before, he thought he got Eddie (who has a little ghostly help from a fellow hot head). 

You grin at him and whisper, “go.” 

He shakes his head. “What are you doing? We can get out of this!” Dustin starts pulling him back. 

You shake your head, slowly stepping back. “Not everyone, honey.” 

“No, no,” he starts panicking, thrashing in Dustin’s hold. “Get off me, Henderson! We can get out together, come on.” He reaches out for you. “Henderson, stop.” He tries shoving his arms away. “Come on, please don’t.” 

“Hey!” 

His eyes focus on you, almost as if he was trying to remember what you looked like… in case.

“Remember what I told you?” You ask him. 

He pauses for a second, staring at you with a confused look. “What?” 

“You’re a different kind of beautiful, Steve.” You give him a two finger salute, “and now you’ll need to show the world about it when I’m gone.” His eyes widen as he starts panicking worse. He takes long steps, dragging Dustin behind him. “No, no.” The younger boy pleads with him. “We can’t- Henderson, let go,” he breaks free from the hold and sprints toward you but you’re miles ahead now and he falls to the ground. He screams at it, pounding his fist against it. “I won’t lose them next time,” the dark voice taunts him. He spins around seeing the one who ruined everything. He wants to scream and fight with everything in him but he opens his eyes and finds a panicked you, standing in front of him. 

You shrug. “I still stand by it.” 

“By what?” 

You smirk, “you’ve always been a different kind of beautiful, Stevie.” 

He shakes his head, hoping you don’t see his reddened cheeks. “Yeah, yeah.” 

“You know why I’m here, right?” 

“You mean other than to scratch my car and make me hope I’m not stuck somewhere with Vecna poisoning me? No.” He crosses his arms, standing a little closer. 

You roll your eyes, “I fought like hell, quite literally with the dead for so fucking long because I never got the chance to admit my feelings.” 

“Feelings?” He repeats with a hopeful gaze in his eyes. 

You roll your eyes, “you are as dense as Will when he pretends like he’s not eyeing some hot guy.” You push yourself off the car and cup his cheeks, “I am not irreversibly in love with you Steven “the hair” Harrington. I nearly killed myself at the chance of being in that psycho’s hold any longer and-”

He leans in, “can you kiss you?” He frowns, “wait- no. I meant-”

“I know what you meant.” You lean in closer, “yes, you can kiss me… as long as you don’t mind me messing up your hair.”  

“I will beg you too if I have to.” 

“Oh, beggi-”

- And when you two decided to make things official, the whole group nearly sighed in relief

- Especially Nancy, Jonathan, and Robin during your guys monthly rooftop meeting

“When are we going to see Steve’s six nuggies?” Robin asks. 

You throw your pillow at her as she whines and begs for mercy. 

- Not to mention when you started showing up to the games with snack baggies for each player, everyone knew sooner or later Steve (and you) would get your six little nuggets

- You nearly maimed Eddie, Billy, and Dustin when they started joking about you carrying a litter (thanks to Robin)

- Everything finally felt, safe. The way it did when you were a kid 

- You thanked whoever and whatever was listening to you up above because of the fact that you’re here

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I Can't have You Blurb

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You don't even know how it started (lies).

You stare up at the ceiling as your mind drifts to what if's.

What if you hadn't been brushed off by Eddie, would you still have found yourself in bed with him?

What if Steve hadn't dated Nancy, would you two still have been friends with benefits?

What if-

"You look like you've got a lot going through that mind of yours."

You turned to the blond man, tugging the sheet further up your chest. "Nope, nothing. What're you thinking?"

The corner of his lips twitch, "what makes you think I'm thinking of something?"

"You've got that little wrinkle in between your brows."

He huffs, blowing his cigarette smoke opposite of where you lay. "You keeping an eye on me or something?"

You roll your eyes, turning to get out of bed as you reach for your shirt, throwing it over your head before slipping out of bed. "You wish, William."

"I told you not to call me that," he grumbles.

You turn around after slipping your underwear back on and wink. "But riling you up is so much more fun."

He flicks the ash of his cigarette in the ash tray (you force him to use whenever you're around). "I don't like it."

(Lies.)

You throw your socks and bra into your bag as you stuff your feet into your shoes before exiting through his window, in worry of Max ever finding out.

The younger teen likes you too much and threatened Billy numerous times if he ever tried to get close to you on a more than platonic level.

He slips his boxers on and leans in the window, walking as you trot to your car before taking your exit.

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You close your bedroom door, still working off your surprise of seeing him, at your door.

The door clicks shut, and he takes a seat at the edge of your bed as he fiddles with his pockets, most likely in search of a cigarette.

You start lifting your shirt. "Is this happening or not, Hargrove?"

"Not," he blows out smoke.

You lower your shirt. "Fine." You sit at your desk. "Don't let the door hit you on the way out."

He raises a brow. "You're serious?"

"Deadly. Out you go."

He scoffs. "You seriously only want me for sex?"

You glance over your shoulder with a deadpan expression. "Told you that the first time I stuck my hand in your pants."

"Fine then." The bed springs bounce as his weight lifts from them. "I don't need you anyway. I can get any girl I want."

"Uh huh. Tell that to me next time you come to me begging for you to cum."

He slams his hand against your desk and leans in. "Say that again."

"We both know you get off on this," you smile at him, tracing a finger across his arm. "Tell Heather she can suck my clit if she doesn't like that you fuck me more." You shove him away and focus on your homework you were working on prior to his unexpected visit.

That was the second to last time you saw him.

-

You saw him one last time, just after he had gotten taken over without realizing it.

You thought he had gotten a cold with how drained he looked. "Are- hey, Bill, you okay?"

He pauses at the sight of you. It almost alarmed you with how heated his gaze was on you and then it really did as he sped up.

Your brows rose up before you tucked tail and took off.

You fall down with two bodies landing on you.

You groan and find Max and her friend, El on top of you. You can hear his echoing footsteps and fear fills you again.

You want to scream and cry, barely focusing on the two girls as they explain what they need to do.

You scream as he begs to be let out and-

-

Eddie waves a hand in front of you. "Where'd you go?"

You offer a small smile. "To a time just before I was so fucked in the head."

He nods, "yeah, I wish I could do that. I think I've always been a little fucked in the head though."

You hum, "stop smoking so much and you might."

"Uncalled for."

You smile as he searches for a box of cereal.

You sigh, wondering how you wound up here. You reach into your pocket and fiddle with the lighter, thinking about his pretty blue eyes.

Max reaches for you, holding your hand.

You give her a small smile, hardly listening to the others as they come up with a plan to take down the newest bad guy in town that unfortunately wants the sister (of the guy you can never have).

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Past meet the Present(ish)

Pairing: Worst!Logan Howlett x Fem!reader

Characters: Worst!Logan Howlett, Fem!reader, Laura Howlett, Wade Wilson, Vanessa Carlysle, Blind Al Althea, Yukio, Ellie Phimister, Piotr Rasputin

Warnings: Fluff, minor angst, reader and logan have not met yet, rom com vibes, reader is close with wade, sibling energy, al is like that one grandma in every family, vanessa is def big sis, reader has an aura mutation, reader has a trauma past, yes i was watching a rom com and the idea came to mind, don't you judge me, wade is narrating at the end, ofc he is, is this the best nah, do i love it still hell yeah

Word Count: 3.2k

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You sat in your living room, turning on your music as you made your way into the kitchen. You got the impulse cleaning bug and knew you needed to take care of it before you felt lazier than shit.

Wade hadn't run over since the day he almost got fired for cursing with the family he had during a test drive.

You knew that man barely had a moment to hold back his mouth and certainly wouldn't be doing that even during a "normal" job.

(Thanks author, you know me so well.)

You turn with furrow brows, staring at the door. You swore you just heard Wade thanking an author with a sarcastic comment.

You shrugged, weird.

You open the cabinets and start purging your cups, putting a few in the box you brought with you before moving onto your bottom cabinets. You mumble along with the words to the next song playing, keeping yourself occupied.

"Hey, babyboy. I need help."

You lift your gaze from the two bowls you were inspecting as your glasses slide down your nose. "Huh?"

"Gender blindness. My curse to bear," he wheezes as he places a hand on his chest. He straightens himself as he stretches his back before focusing on you. The whites of his mask widen as he shrieks. "Who are you?"

You owlishly blink as you tilt your head. "Wade, still me."

"Uh huh," he sighs. "You look like every lame-o girl before she gets hot in all those early two thousand rom coms. You're even wearing Christmas pajamas!"

You frown at his words, knowing that you look a little comfortable but his mumbles under his breath are uncalled for. "Well, fuck you too, Wade. God forbid a girl gets comfortable while she cleans."

"Uh, no. This is a fashion no-no. But anyway," he waves his hands around. "Not why I'm here but we will talk about this later."

You frown.

"I need you to stop what you're doing and watch my place until I come back. The new roomie and I are getting some snacks and food for the party I'm throwing tonight. Oh and you're invited. Don't let blind Al eat the plastic fruit. Thanks!" He slams his door shut.

"What the fuck?" You mumble.

-

"Who's there?"

"Al, it's me."

She lets out a sigh of relief. "Thank god. Help me snort this."

You click your tongue. "No."

"You are no fun."

"I am plenty of fun," you cross your arms.

"Are you in your Christmas pajamas with your hair up and smudged glasses?"

You don't reply.

"I rest my case."

You roll your eyes and sit down on the couch.

"Are we watching another rom com?"

"Pipe down, old lady. Listen to the story. You like this one no matter how much you tell me otherwise," you snap.

"At least make some popcorn."

You smile in victory. "I knew it."

-

Vanessa enters the place with Wade in tow.

"You, sad girl, go with Nessa and let her make you look human."

You roll your eyes. "Oh, now I'm a girl? A non human looking one at that?" You raise a brow at him.

"Please just go. I got my roomie and chromey coming up with the tables and chairs. I don't want you to scare them off."

You scoff. "Fuck you too, Wade."

"Nessa's here, can't happen." He runs out the door.

You huff, "do I really look bad?" You ask her, feeling unconscious. "I mean, you can tell me but I'm- if I do just, could you be honest in a nice way?"

She tilts her head. "I won't lie to you and you know that but yeah, this pajama look is um- it's not your best."

You pout, "do I look at least cute?"

She nods, "of course, you do, sweetie. You always look cute. Today is an exception." She wraps an arm around your shoulders. "Let's go raid your closet."

-

"No glasses."

"Yes, glasses," you argue. "How am I going to read or watch the tv?"

"You- I've seen you without your glasses. You'll live for a few hours without them."

"I don't want to and you know that."

She turns, pursing her lips as she sighs, holding herself back to prevent herself from arguing. "Honey, I know you wear them as a way to protect yourself but you don't need to. Last you told me, you took them all out, right?"

You roll your eyes, glancing in the mirror after you put your glasses on. "So? It's still- there's always someone still doing bad things. I don't want to be on the receiving end of it, again."

"Okay, okay. That's fair." She lifts the tube of your favorite lip stick, "here. Final touch and then you'll be even more beautiful. Don't listen to, Wade."

"Are you sure I look okay?"

"You look beautiful. Now," she grabs your arm. "Come on."

"I don't even know why Wade wanted me here," you whine as she drags you out of your apartment and to where the party is being held aka Wade, Logan, and Al's apartment.

She stops in front of the door, turning around to place her hands on your shoulders. "We all want you there and haven't seen you in what feels like forever. Humor us."

You pout, "there's going to be so many people."

She blinks, "that's the point of a party, sweetie. Besides everyone is super nice, at times Logan is a bit gruff and Laura can be a bit, let's say quiet, but everyone else you'll get along fine with."

"I haven't dealt with half of them in years," you whisper. "They probably hate me."

"They don't hate you."

"Really? And how would you know?"

She huffs as she pulls away from you. "You know what? Suck it up. I am trying so hard to help you but you keep finding the negative. If you keep doing that, you're only going to hurt yourself. Now," the door opens. "Are you coming or not?"

-

You stand in the corner, enjoying your drink as you listen to everyone, not particularly focusing on anyone's conversation but enjoying the warmth of everyone's comfort with one another.

Peter, Wade's old coworker and almost teammate makes his way to you. "Howdy. I hear you're Wade's neighbor slash old comrade? Oh, I'm Peter, by the way." He holds his hand out.

You purse your lips and shake his hand, telling him your name. "Uh, I wouldn't say that. I never actually did any of his Deadpool work with him but I have given him a few tips."

"That's what she said!" Wade screams.

You grimace at his loudness.

"Oh, how interesting. Would you ever be into giving me any tips?"

You glance the man up and down. "You wouldn't be able to handle it, Peter. Stick to selling cars and I mean that in the nicest way because you know a lot. Unlike me. I know nothing."

The man pouts for a moment before perking up at your words. "Aw, thank you. You know you're not as much of a recluse as Wade says."

You tilt your head with furrowed brows.

"I mean- Wade said-"

You roll your eyes, "that burnt avocado says a lot of shit he shouldn't be opening his mouth about but I guess that's what you expect when you know, Wade."

A breath of relief escapes him. "That- that is very true."

A blonde girl with a dark haired girl come to join the conversation. The blonde holds out her hand. "I'm Yukio and this is my girlfriend, Ellie."

You give them a polite smile. "Nice to meet you two."

"Has Peter showed you his "special trick"?" Yukio whispers.

You furrow your brows, "excuse me?"

The girl giggles until Peter lifts his shirt.

"Oh my god," your jaw drops. "It's always the nice ones that are kinky as fuck," you whisper to Ellie.

She snorts as she pretends she didn't find your comment funny.

You excuse yourself, needing to refill your drink as you pass Wade, Logan, Laura, and Vanessa.

-

Logan pinches his brows together as a familiar scent wafts through his nose.

He's never actually met you, only heard your voice over the phone or heard about you from the stories Wade has told him but there's no way, the you Wade knows is a variant of the one he knew, right?

Laura follows the man's gaze and comes to her own conclusion.

Both are tense at the thought.

-

Wade shrieks at the sight of you after he's done mingling with almost everyone and jumps off the couch.

You owlishly blink at him as you take another sip. "What?"

"Well, aren't we miss the glass is almost empty."

You raise a brow, "that's kind of why I'm in here."

"Oh, right, right. Totally not because you are avoiding thing one and thing two over on the couch because that would be crazy. Why would the author write something as corny as that?"

"Did you snort something today?"

"No, why?" He wipes his nose before wiping his hands on his clothes. "That's just flour. I made cookies."

You narrow your eyes at him. "Sure."

He clicks his tongue. "Now you want to be sassy and vibrant and full of life and it's directed at me." He reaches for the cup. "Let me refill-" 

You shake your head opening your mouth before he could touch you.

Your vision blurs as flashes of color blind you. You're overwhelmed for what feels like forever but was only a minute before taking deep breathes.

You close your eyes and grimace at the intense pain, fury, hurt, the willingness to sacrifice oneself, and bittersweet nostalgia.

You open your eyes and find a concerned Wade and Vanessa in front of you.

You blink, realizing your glasses broke and the lights are flickering. "I'm fine just, give me a second," you grunt. You close your eyes and practice your old mantra that always helped calm you down during a freak out.

"Wade, I told you to be careful," Vanessa hisses at him.

"I was careful. How was I supposed to-"

You open your eyes, seeing a hazy mix of blue, black, and red surrounding the two. "Would you two cut it out," you snap. "I'm fine. Is everyone else okay?"

"We're good," numerous voices call out.

You sigh, "alright then." You bite the inside of your cheek. "I should probably go."

"What?" The two ask with dropped jaws.

"No," a new voice announces.

You furrow your brows at the new and strangely familiar voice.

The two turn, giving enough room for you to see her.

"La- Laura?"

"Oh, shit." Wade whines at Vanessa smacking his arm before pulling him away.

"You're the Laura that Wade found?" You glance over her, seeing her orange hue around her. "Are you-"

She nods, understanding what you're wanting to ask. "I'm from this timeline." She stuffs her hands into her pockets. "I would hug you but you know."

You take a deep breath and pull her close. "What the hell happened to you, Bug?" You wipe under your eyes. "Sorry, force of habit."

She shrugs, "it's- it's okay. I like it. I just always wandered what happened to you. I thought you left."

"Oh, god no." You squeeze her hand. "I would have never left you like that. I would have died before letting us be apart." You glance around you, finding everyone talking amongst themselves. "Can we talk in private? Even if it's just the hall?" You ask her.

She nods, signaling for you to follow her.

-

The door closes gently behind you as you sniffle. "I never wanted to leave you. I fought so hard to stay with you, you know I'd never give you up, right?"

She tilts her head at you talking to the door. "I- I know you wouldn't have left me but I wasn't-"

You whirl around with tears streaming down your face. "No, honey just no. We were separated because of bad people not because of you. It was never you."

You clench your fists. "I tried so hard to go back- to find anything that would tell me where you were. I didn't- I already felt like I let the Logan we knew down, I couldn't go thinking I let you down too."

Her eyes glisten as she grabs your hand. "I got a childhood because you- because of both of you. You took care of me and treated me like I was a kid and not a lab rat. You did the hard part even when I wasn't ready to accept it."

You squeeze her hand as you reach forward to wipe her cheeks. "I hope you can accept my apology."

"You don't need to."

You nod, "I know but I want to, to make it right between us. We missed so much. I don't want to miss more."

The corners of her lips twitch, "I'd like that."

"God I missed you, Bug."

"I missed you more."

"Doubt it."

"If you two are done having a mommy-daughter moment, it's time for food," Wade interrupts.

"God, Wade. Have some class." You shove him to the side so you and Laura can enter.

"I am offended. I gave you two extra minutes. That was nice of me to do without asking!"

You roll your eyes before wandering where to sit as Laura places you right beside her, who has Logan on her left.

"Isn't this just a happy family bonding moment."

"Shut up." "Do you ever shut up?" "I'm not sober enough for this." Laura, you, and Logan reply.

"Sheesh, they even come after me at the same time."

You roll your eyes, reaching for a napkin since Laura left to refill her plate.

A large hand comes into view with one. "Thank," you turn to look at him for the first time. A dark cloud with little flecks of yellow poke through his aura. "Thank you, Logan," you whisper.

He opens his mouth to say something before opting to nod.

-

Some time goes by before you and Laura exchange numbers as she heads out. "Let me know when you're home."

She rolls her eyes.

"I mean it."

A smile tugs at the corner of her lips before she says her farewells to Logan.

Yukio and Peter gave you their numbers and asked when you were free so you all could go out to lunch.

Logan kept an eye on you as everyone said their farewells. His nerves getting the better of him but he wanted- needed to talk to you before you left.

Wade and Vanessa stepped out to run to the store to grab trash bags to clean up the mess, leaving you and Logan alone as Althea went to bed.

"I- uh-" He pauses, wincing at himself.

"Are you okay, Logan?"

He takes a deep breath before stepping closer to you. "I- I'm fine," he replies with a hoarse voice.

You tilt your head. "I don't know if you knew me or not on your earth but you just as bad a liar as the Logan I knew." You offer a small smile, "I mean it, are you okay? And I don't just mean right now or tonight. I mean like, how have you been since living here? I know it's not easy."

He nearly chokes on his breath, this is the last thing he was expecting. "I- like you said it's not always easy."

"And?"

"And what?"

You roll your eyes, "come on. You know why I'm asking."

He scoffs, "you know nothing about me."

"Just because I wasn't there with you when Wade pulled you out doesn't mean I don't know you. You're aura is very sad."

"Sad?"

You nod, "yeah, there's a lot bothering you but you don't want to open up and I get it. I'm just some stranger-"

"You're not," he interrupts. "You're not some stranger. You-" He sighs.

"What?"

"You were the one that got away and I haven't been able to forget about you or any of them since and it's- it's buried so deep in me that I don't even know who I am half the time."

You place a hand on his arm, giving him a slight sliver of hope. Letting him feel what it's like to feel good again, and happy.

He closes his eyes and shivers. "I- what was that?"

"You've got so much hurt and pain that it's hiding your happiness and I wanted you to have a little sliver of it again."

"Why'd you do that?"

You smile at him. "You deserve it even if you don't think so. I thought I didn't for a long time and I just got a little bit of it back. You deserve to feel it too even if it's from the new and not new stranger."

"You're still on that, huh."

You nod, "you knew you're version of me but not this one so, in a way, I am a stranger to you just like how you are to me."

Voices in the hallway remind you of the time, knowing it's Vanessa and Wade who returned.

"I should go," you whisper.

"Right," he mumbles.

"I'd like to know more about this version of you."

He furrows his brows. "What?"

"I want to know more about you, Logan."

He nearly shivers at you saying his name again.

"I don't know if you have a phone or if you'd rather meet for a drink or something but I'd like to do it with you. If you're okay with that."

He nods, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "I would."

"Bye, Logan."

Wade eyes you as you hug Vanessa before leaving. "Well isn't this an interesting development. Our little lame-o rom com has blossomed into the hot love interest. Now I wonder who will be her lover."

"Shut the fuck up."

-

"Give me the dog and talk to the pretty lady," Wade tells him.

Logan rolls his eyes as he slowly hands over Mary Puppins to Wade before pushing himself off the couch.

He stops in front of you as you refill your drink.

"You want a drink or are you just gonna stand there?" You ask him.

"I'd rather look at the person pouring the drink." He smirks, leaning against the wall.

Your cheeks heat up at his words as you spill some of the liquid you were pouring.

He hands you a handful of napkins as he helps you clean the counter.

"You can't- you can't just say things like that."

"Oh? Why's that?"

"I can't process them properly."

"That just means I need to do it more for you till you get it."

"Get what?" You turn to him.

"That I mean everything that comes out of my mouth." The lights flicker.

"Logan, stop flirting with our energizer bunny and come watch the movie with us."

"You heard the man," he whispers to you.

You slowly grab the cup and make your way to the couch with Logan close behind you.

You settle into your seat with Logan on your left and Laura on the right, feeling more than content having Wade in your life.

(Is that sappy? Maybe it's too rhymy. Oh well. On a happy note, I make a great setter upper, don't I? God why is talking so hard? Maybe the next fic the author writes will make me sound like a genius.)

[crazyk-imagine]

Being a Friend Blurb

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You continue munching on your snack. “I told you,” you tell him.

“Shut up,” Kevin snaps at you.

“It’s not my fault, I mean she was going to find out one way or another.”

He runs his hand across his face. “I know- I know that but I didn’t want her to find out like this.”

You pat his arm, “no one wants the person they’re in love with to find out like ever so that’s not new news.”

He sighs and returns to cooking dinner.

“Don’t put your ash in their you idiot.” You bolt out of the chair and make your way towards him, chasing after him as he runs away.

[crazyk-imagine]

Never Mess with Jamie

Pairing: Jamie Tartt x Quiet!reader

Characters: Jamie Tartt, Quiet!reader, Ted Lasso, Roy Kent, Colin Hughes, Sam Obisanya, Dani Rojas, Jan Maas, Isaac McAdoo, Rebecca Welton

Warnings: Angst, fluff, mentions of Jamie's dad, mentions of abuse, this is not for the sensitive, please be advised, ted def does not know anime or mange, mentions of sensitive topics, pls be ADVISED HERE, this was so hard (personally) but so good to write, don't know if anyone fits the vibe but it does to me, the boys have the readers back, ofc, they love them and vice versa, ted loves the reader

Word Count: 1.7k

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Everyone on the team was kind when speaking about you. They all believed you to be sweet and kind, not having known an ounce of bad in you.

Jan joked about you being as mellow as Ted but was quickly shut down when they all shook their heads, trying to shut the Dutch man up.

Dani, Colin, and Isaac mouth for him to shut up, having heard a rumor about you losing your cool at someone talking about it.

You merely smiled at them and shook your head.  "Sorry, Jan. They're right, I have a bit of a temper at times."

"I'd like to see you prove me wrong then because from what I have seen, I am not wrong."

You chuckle, walking out of the locker room.

-

No one had actually seen it before.

Ted did once when you two were out, trying to cheer him up after a fight with his ex-wife. Some guy wouldn’t let up, and you were irritated at his behavior.

Coach only heard about it but believed it because he knew he would do the same in dire situations. 

But here is the fun part, although they heard of you getting really hot headed and upset, the team didn't believe it. Sure, you may have cursed and rolled your eyes but nothing more.

Until now.

-

You were walking towards the locker room, listening to the spectators through your phone. It became a team bonding experience. You listen and share what they say, tease and taunt and then kick ass.

You took your earbud out and heard the shouting immediately. You open the door with calm and calculated movements.

The door closes behind you.

Ted turns to you and his eyes widen. He wants to tell you not to interact, but he knows he won't be able to help Jamie himself and lets you take the reins.

You crack your neck, alerting a few of the team members.

Colin and Isaac share a look.

Dani wonders what's going to happen.

Roy frowns at the sight of you, oddly sensing a change in you.

Ted stops him with a shake of his head, knowing you got this handled.

You hand your jewelry over to Roy and your phone to Ted, smiling at the two before it falls. (Roy swears the room got colder as goosebumps ran across his skin).

You tap his shoulder.

He turns, glaring at you. "What?"

You squint, tilting your head to offer a dark smile. "Jamie's dad, right?"

"What's it to you, twat?"

Your nose twitches. "You wanna yell at someone, yell at me because you sure as hell ain't gonna do it to him," you point to Jamie. "Anymore."

"Oh, yeah?"

You nod and take a step forward. "Uh huh and if you don't, you're fucking mean old ass is gonna beg to yell at anyone but him."

Jamie's dads face turns red as he starts spewing more ill-advised nonsense. It's over for him the second he lays a hand on you, tapping your head like you're stupid.

You grab his hand, pressing your hand into a pressure point before slamming your foot onto his.

He groans, hunching forward as you hit him in his solar plex with your free hand.

You remove your hand from the pressure point, shoving him across the room into a wall. Holding his head against it as you lightly threaten him. "Come here or near him just to shout again over your lost old man pride and I will fuck up your day."

You pull his head back and slam it into the wall. You pull his head back, turning it to face his son. "You get one last look at him because this is the last time you are going to be near him or my team," you hiss in his ear.

He tries to call out for help from anyone, but they all turn their heads and whistle.

"Security!" You shout.

They come running.

You hand the sad sack of a parent over to them and groan as he grabs your hand, trying to pull you back.

The boys closest to you stand up, ready to protect you until you maneuver his hand off you and reel your arm back to punch his face.

He groans as he whines about his cheek and nose while being dragged away.

You stand in the hallway, glaring at him. Once they disappear down the hall, you enter the locking room with the door closing behind you.

You make a beeline for him. "Jaim?"

He looks at the ground.

You gently reach for his hand as he launches himself in your arms. "Hey, hey. It's okay." You rub your hand against his back as he tightens his hold.

Ted, never one to miss out on a hug joins in then Coach who drags Roy behind him and the rest of the boys.

"We got your back, Jaim. Even the grumpiest of 'em all." You hear a small chuckle escape him. "Alright, guys. I don't about Jamie, but I need to breath. Release."

They all pull back, murmuring apologies.

You gently pull back from the player, patting his arm. A secret code you made for him.

He nods. "Thank you."

"It was nothing, I knew one of these days it was going to happen. Glad it was him. I am sorry if you kind of hate me after."

He shakes his head, a nervous smile tugging at his lips. "Nah, nah. I could never hate the spitfire."

You groan, "Ted."

"What?" He shrugs, "if you were in one of those ani-may shows, you would have been engulfed in flames and be steaming right now."

You sigh. "Why do I stay?"

"Because we're your team," Dani answers with a proud smile.

You cross your arms. "I was threatening a man. That means nothing."

"Aw, they are pretending to be tough to hide how much they love us," Jan adds.

You click your tongue rolling your eyes. "Shut up." You glance down at your hand. "I should get some ice and probably see someone about my hand though."

"Yeah, but I'll admit. You throw a good right hook."

You perk up, spinning around to face Roy with a chesire smile. "Roy. Is that a compliment?"

He grunts.

"It was!" You giggle and clap your hands before wincing at the pain now that the adrenaline has worn off. "This hurts like hell but Roy complimenting me takes my pain away."

"I hate what you're doing to me," Roy mutters to Ted, who pats his arm.

"Are you going to need to take time off?" Beard asks you.

"Nah, I'll just need to take it easier but I'm still coming around unless told otherwise."

The boys take their leave to the showers, needing to clean up while Ted and Beard make their exit to make sure their transportation is all set and that they've taken care of their duties.

You stay behind with Jamie.

"Hey," he reaches for your good hand. "Are you sure you're, okay?" He glances at you before looking back down, "you shouldn't have had to do that. I'm sorry that you-"

"Jamie Leroy Tartt."

He furrows his brows. "That's not my name."

"No, but I needed your attention." You grab his cheeks, holding him still. "You did nothing wrong and I regret nothing that happened today. What he did does not reflect onto you. You- you are better than him because you do not act like him. You are not some angry crotchety old man who thinks with his brainless head."

"I wouldn’t say that."

You roll your eyes, "now who's thinking with his brainless head ya sarcastic prick."

A small smile stretches across his lips. "I know. I couldn't help it."

You click your tongue. "You just want to get a rise out of me."

"Always."

You hum, keeping an eye on him before slowly letting go.

He reaches up and places your hand on his chest, resting over his heart. "Thank you."

You nod, "I'd do anything for you guys."

"Even if we both know I get special treatment," he adds with a nervous chuckle. "If I get special treatment that is."

"I can't tell you that or else it'll go to your head."

"It won't."

"I think you’ve had enough entertainment for the day," you pat his chest. "You should- uh- go get ready to leave. No one's going to want to wait while the team's pretty boy is showering."

"You think I'm pretty?"

"Go clean up, Jaim."

"Okay."

-

Coach and Roy pass their payment to Ted. While the boys pass their payment to Dani.

"I told you boys I knew that was going on here," Ted boasts.

"That's because you caught us last time," you add.

Ted looks up, "was that a butterfly?"

You roll your eyes. "Anyone of you say a thing to him. I'm kicking all your asses, or I'll make Ted train you."

"Oh. You train us? I don't know if you have the qualifications to do that," Jan adds.

"Oh, Jann, but I do."

The Dutch gulps at the evil glint in your eyes.

"Now, make way. I have to see the nurse or else I may pass out from the pain."

"You are tough!" "You got this!" The team chants as you struggle to hide the smile daring to come across your lips.

-

"So, Jamie?"

He turns around with a raised brow.

"How long have you been getting special treatment?" The boys ask with amusement.

"Oh, come on now, guys. Let's leave Jamie to his private business," Ted tries to ration with them as they keep hounding for information.

All happy that he found someone like you.

-

"Oh, god," Colin whines.

"You just had to run your mouth, Jan," Isaac groans.

"At least we are doing it as a team, no?" The Dutch man asks.

"On three, all charge at Jann Maas?" Sam looks to the others, who all agree.

You smile, watching them all go after him.

"You scare me with how much you're enjoying this," Roy says to you.

"Be happy you're not on the team, Roy. I'd make you their next target."

He grunts, glancing at you from the corner of his eye, keeping a close eye on you. "Where the fuck is, Ted?"

-

Ted sits with Rebecca in his office, munching on biscuits you helped him make.

[crazyk-imagine]

Tortured Minds Come in Pairs

Pairing: James "Bucky" Barnes x Hydra experiment!reader

Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Hydra experiement!reader, Tony "Ironman" Stark, Peter "Spiderman" Parker, Sam "Falcon" Wilson, Steve "Captain America" Rogers

Warnings: Randomness, angst, some fluff, buck and reader are trauma bonded legitimately unfortunately, reader kicks ass (and takes names whoop), peter being amazed, peter is easily influenced, has the heart of a 12 year old here, tony and steve arguing ofc, what else is new with them, prob not my best work, prob won't make sense, but idc, it's mine and i love it, may bucky fics continue and prevail here, huzzah!, don't know where this idea came from, it's been in my draft doc for AGES

Word Count: 1.8k

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The alarms blared, you curled into the corner to protect yourself. The whirring of a machine hurt your ears and you felt your head pounding.

The door flies across the room.

The only guard they kept down here with you, rushes to open your door fully expecting you to listen to him until he realizes his mistake and then he vanishes (getting in the cross fire of the idiots who stormed the building).

You run out the door, not before grabbing the one thing this damned place was kind to make.

You turn the corner and kick the hydra agent off the ledge before he could hit the man in red as you run across grabbing onto the stray cord and swing from the end to the middle of the bridge, fully expecting the area they keep you in, to explode in less than ten minutes.

“That's so cool,” the man in red says in awe. 

You stomp your foot onto the ground, grabbing the bow staff (they made specifically for you from your blood, a horrible experiment but made to be the best thing that could have happened in this moment).

You turn and jab the hydra agent in the solar plex, followed by his neck before tossing him over the bridge.

You glance back and turn to face someone you thought you'd never see again. "Soldat,” a heavy breath escapes you at the sight of him.

He’s different, he got out. His shoulders tense at the word. "I'm not him."

You nod and spin the bow staff behind your back, smacking the agent behind you. You raise the staff and hold it above his head.

The man in red turns his head, waiting for the blow to hit him.

Bucky pulls you away from Peter before you could hit him. "Don't- don’t take him out. You helped him once, that has to mean something.”

You furrow your brows.

“You're not this person."

"I am what they made me," you tell him, staring him in the eye.

He grabs your wrist, wanting you to lower the bo staff. "You don't have to be."

You shove him away from you, unsure of the emotions flooding through your veins.

The bridge wasn’t steady enough to hold you three but your body weight hitting the railing was the end of it.

You know it’s coming as you fall backwards, time standing still as you do; the floor getting closer and closer.

-

His eyes widen at the sight of you, flashes of his own peril slipping through his mind.

"Do we have sight of her?" Steve asks through the comms.

Bucky turns to Peter. "Mr. Barnes?"

"Go ahead kid."

"What are you-" His eyes follow Bucky's movement as he jumps over the bridge, seemingly going after you. "They're so cool."

-

He lands on his feet, searching for you through the fog, not finding you at first.

You wheeze in what little air you can get into your lungs. You can’t move, everything hurts even listening to his footsteps is too much. You know he’s stepping closer, aiming to find you amidst the fog.

You close your eyes and steady your breathing. The muscles in your arm reattach to one another, bones slowly resetting themselves into their proper place; the ribs are always the hardest for you to heal.

You open your eyes and survey the area in front of you. If you move now, he won’t be able to find you as fast and if you falter now… the tin man will shoot you again.

You grunt and push yourself up, running towards the exit.

The only one untouched.

You slam your staff on the bottom, the door slowly comes down giving you easy access to escape through the trap door.

-

Bucky can’t let you go, not when he’s this close. He slips his metal hand under the door, using his strength to hold it.

If it closes now, he loses another piece of him. Another one of him, a tortured soldier, never gets help.

“Buck, what are you doing?” Steve rounds the corner, his shield coming back to him.

“Steve, open the door.”

“What- this place is about to explode.”

“Help me or leave me.” The look in his eyes is all the blond needed.

“What the hell are you two doing?” Tony asked, lowering himself to the ground. “This place is rigged with more juice than that intern we let go.”

Steve grunts, using all his might to stop the door from closing but there’s only so much the human body can take, enhanced or not. “Buck,” he grunts. “We have to get out of here.”

“Not without her.”

“Buck, we’ll die before we can find her.” Steve shoves him away, letting the door slam shut.

“No! Steve.”

The alarms blare throughout the room, explosion after explosion going off.

-

“Thanks to the winter baby here, I’m gonna die.”

Bucky thrashes against Steve’s hold, trying to get back to where he thought you were but can’t as he’s pulled back.

“Let’s get out of here while we still can,” the blond tells his buddy as they search for the quinjet.

“Wait-” Wanda starts, “where’s Peter?”

A blur of red passes by. He lands on his feet, taking off the mask and smiles at the others. “Hey, guys.”

“What- where did you- woah, what happened to the suit?” Tony asks, taking a step towards him.

“Oh, uh- I got ambushed-”

Everyone but Bucky started chiming in, voices full of concern.

“But then Mr. Bucky’s friend helped me.”

Bucky’s shoulders tense. “Where is she?”

Peter stutters to offer an answer, not wanting to upset him over the fact that she told him to run and he did after making sure she was going to be okay. His mouth opens before he raises his arm to shoot his web at the shiny object aiming for Bucky.

“Nat, get the quinjet ready. Wheels up in five,” Steve shouts to her, raising his arm to throw his shield until he catches sight of someone taking care of the situation.

-

You use your bo staff to give you the height and momentum needed to get on top of the guys shoulders. You take him down in less than thirty seconds, long enough to realize he found you, again.

You deeply inhale as you reach for your staff. You walk back the same way you came, aiming to put more distance between the two of you.

He steps away from Steve only to see you go down.

You groan and raise your arm to rip the strings off your chest. You push yourself up, pulling the idiot closer to you. You punch him in his throat before shoving him away.

“Would someone go get her before we get more unexpected guests?” Tony asks with a snippy tone.

“Wanda,” Steve calls out to her. “Would you-”

You groan. “Touch me, Red and you'll get burned.”

-

You run into the quinjet as the radio chatter fills your mind. “You need to get this thing out of here before you all become chopped liver.”

“Barnes, you didn't tell me your friend was such a comedian,” Fury adds.

You roll your eyes, pacing back and forth in the cell they're holding you in. “Guess you don't remember me, huh, Nick. Or- or was it that you didn't want to come back for me?”

“Who- oh shit,” he groans.

“There it is.”

“How are you not-”

“Brain wiped?” You ask with a raised brow. “Eventually one of their experiments prevented it, not that they knew. Idiots were kept in charge. Your tin man would have done better.”

“Tin man?”

“Sarcastic goatee.”

“Stark.”

You hum.

“Guess they weren't wrong.”

“The supplies that was stolen is what they used to perform all their... experiments.”

“That was all recovered.”

“Not all of it.”

“How do you know, Barnes?”

“You forget, Fury. I've been around for a while and of course I managed to be in the same torture chamber as him. It's been what, fifteen years since I worked with you?”

“Give or take.”

You nod. “Exactly. Look, all I want is to get away from here. Away from them so if we could finish this that'd be great.”

“I can't let that happen.”

“They won't stop until they get him and I together."

“Why?”

“They crafted the perfect fighting duo. Despite my new abilities, those few words still trigger me. I've been able to pretend I was still with them this long. Don't let me go back to being that person now.”

He grits his teeth. “You'll be under surveillance.”

“Keep me in here if that works. I don't care. Keep him safe by keeping me away.”

He nods, “for now.”

-

You should have known better than to trust him.

“Go back upstairs.”

“Not until you tell me why Fury ordered me to stay away.”

“Safety.”

He tilts his head. “Yours or mine.”

“Both,” you shrug.

“What will happen?”

“Running away will never end. You have your words,” you fiddle with your hands, “I have mine. You're just lucky to have friends to pull you back.”

“If you stop running you can find one too.”

“I don't have any and won't.”

You glance up at him. “I am an experiment and that's all I am to them. You- you are their prized possession. We were doomed from the start.”

He shakes his head, “I'll find a way for it to end.”

“It'll kill you.”

“But it'd be worth it if you were safe.”

You offer a weak smile. “I'll lay flowers at your grave.”

He furrows his brows. “What? You- you can’t honestly mean that.”

“The more you fight them the more likely you’ll be the one in the ground,” you shrug. “I mean, that was basically me before they decided otherwise.” You keep your eyes low. “They’re the ones who decide when they’re done with you.”

“That’s not true and you know it. It’s okay to be scared-”

“Being able to be scared means I can feel something. They killed whatever I had to feel so all I feel is pain.”

He purses his lips, upset at the fact that you feel… exactly like he did before Steve found him. “You know it’s okay to want to be different.”

You risk a glance at him. “Ironic coming from you, soldat.”

He shrugs, “I find the beauty in irony.”

You turn away, facing the opposite end as he’s pulled away.

-

But little by little he was able to pull more out of you, in ways that showed you how human you truly were… and it scared the hell out of you.

Except Peter. He loved that “Mr. Bucky’s friend” was even cooler, although you were less nicer than he could have imagined (in the beginning that was).

The lingering glances didn’t help either but it made things a bit interesting to say the least.