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You had some information she needed on chasing a demon and she was laying it on thick at one of Magnus’ infamous parties. You humoured the pretty girl but somewhere along the line genuinely started enjoying the game. 

“Well well, what’s a girl like you doing in a place like this?” You smirked, amused, at her over your glass. 

She tilted her head and leaned her hip against the bar she trapped you against. “Just for a good time and better company.” She grinned back.

You raised an eyebrow. “Yeah? You Lightwoods must have a type, huh? You have similar places to look for better company,” You teased lightly as you took a sip of your drink. Isabelle wasn’t as taken aback as you were aiming and just grinned mischievously back at you. 

“We must have similar tastes in beautiful people.” You rolled your eyes fondly and glanced away from her. She used the opportunity to lean towards you and rest her hand over yours. “Do you know somewhere... quieter we could go together?” She traced her thumb over the back of your hand and you chuckled..

“Did you mean somewhere I lure mundanes?” You raised an eyebrow and she faltered a bit. You smirked. “I’m flattered to be thought of, but I make a living off of mundanes darling. It would be bad business to start sacrificing them.” You tutted. 

She opened her mouth but you just shook your head. 

“I don’t know anything about the recent killings,” You tapped her cheek with your free hand. “Wish I did honestly, so you’d have a reason to come back with me.” You sighed heavily, like you were hard done by that fact. “But I’m sure you’ll have better luck at pandemonium.” You advised, pushing away from the bar and toasting her with your drink. “Happy Hunting, beautiful.” 

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Your superiors had sent you to this American Institute to help with demon situations that had gotten out of hand. Most had been unwelcoming, the high levels of stress making even the shadowhunters with trust issues absolutely impossible to work with.. Except Isabelle. It was her brother who was out there and she would take any help that was given. 

You nodded towards the map. “And this is where the last attack had been?” 

Isabelle nodded slowly. “There wasn’t time for help to get there, and then...” She trailed off and glanced at you quickly. “Sorry, I just-,” 

“It’s fine.” You reassured her. “I can go check up now, it should only take a bit. I’ll be back soon.” You promised her. 

She stopped you just as you turned around. Her hand wrapped around your wrist keeping you in place and you glanced back at her curiously. “Thank you,” She said softly. “We would’ve kept hitting dead ends if it weren’t for you. So thank you for saving my brother’s life.” 

You paused before grinning slightly. “It’s the job, Isabelle. I’ll do everything I can for you, I promise.” 

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((I wrote this a while ago. Just.. Humour me, lmao))

MASTERLIST (That I’m pretty sure is really behind, I don’t know. I’m scared to look.)  REQUEST

“This one.. Not that highly paid, considering the fake Gucci watch, and the cheap cologne I could smell practically halfway down the hallway. He’s not dominant either, would rather let his wife make all the decisions so he can sit back and eat, telling from the pot belly you got going on there. You don’t like confrontation, that’s why you haven’t said anything to me. But I also know it’s all been reasonable so far.” He sent a glance towards you, and you shrugged, nose buried in today’s paper, only listening to Sherlock talk. “Now your wife on the other hand. Complete dom, Is keeping her hand clenched around the back of your shirt right now since the fabric is being pulled and that’s where her hand is angled. Oh, and she’s having an-,” 

“Sherlock,” You hummed, crossing your legs and not even lowering the paper. 

“No. I won’t take your case. The money’s all gone to his gambling and her pampering her little-,” 

“Sherlock.” You dropped the paper. 

“Leave,” He pointed to the door, and the couple filed out the door.

***

“Mycroft, this case is ridiculous.” Sherlock chastised from his place against the town car, he wouldn’t have even gotten out if you hadn’t poked him sharply in the side to make him at least make an appearance. 

Sherlock’s older brother glanced at him. “This case is assigned by her Highness herself, so you will be solving it.” Mycroft ordered sharply. 

Sherlock glanced bored at the man. “And you assume I haven’t already? The money’s in the jet heading out of the country at 5, you imbecile.” 

You cleared your throat from beside him, and Sherlock backpedaled only slightly. 

“The money’s leaving the country at 5 sharp in the private jet you so poorly decided to give moronic PM, and he has the shifts and patrol patterns of the imp soldiers you have guarding it. I suggest you hurry to intercept him before he is to leave, yes?” 

Both brothers seemed to hold their breath as they waited for your verdict, but you simply kept your gaze out at the people around you; all the government officials milling around that occasionally gave your small party a curious look which you returned. 

When it was determined it was polite enough, Mycroft simply nodded. “Very well, you’re dismissed.” 

“Cheers.” Sherlock comment dryly, opening the car door and swinging in, mindfully keeping it open so you could follow suit.

You smiled at Mycroft as you carefully slipped in behind your detective. 

***

John, Sherlock and yourself were in the infamous flat, you and John in the kitchen and Sherlock laying down on the couch with his eyes closed and was completely silent as he purged through his mind palace. 

“How do you do it?” John asked as he steeped the tea. 

You paused briefly as you were getting a spoonful of sugar, but the movement was nigh imperceptible as you innocently continued to flavour your tea. “Do what?” You asked conversationally. 

John snorted. “Don’t play coy, you know exactly what I’m talking about.” He stopped his motions and leaned against the counter, waiting for you to explain. 

“I’m not sure I do.” You muttered back, stirring your tea with a quiet sigh, the clinking of the metal spoon the loudest thing in the entire flat. 

“How did you convince Sherlock to listen to you so easily? You tell him to jump and he asks how high. How did you manage to do that?” 

You pursed your lips. “I don’t believe it’s a difficult concept, John.” You frowned thoughtfully. “I simply ask him to be more civilized, is that such an impossible answer?” 

John snorted. “For the man who’s so emotionally stunted he didn’t learn what love was until he learned the chemical formula for it? Yes, it is.” 

You sent him a sideways look, and John immediately amended the statement. 

“I’ve just never seen him show respect for anything and especially not anyone since I’ve known him. He has his own agenda and has no time for any one else’s. So how did you convince him to listen to your opinion when I can’t even get him to listen to the PM for national updates?” John deadpanned and you chuckled.

“She asked nicely.” Another voice intercepted before you could and you both glance towards the entrance to see Sherlock staring at you both with a curious look on his face. 

He suddenly strode forward, swiping the tea that John had been making for himself out of the poor man’s hand. 

“Is this tea for me? Excellent.” 

And Sherlock tried to just leave after that. Making you clear your throat pointedly just as Sherlock was back at the entrance. 

You could practically just hear the detective’s eye roll when he sighed and but refused to look over his shoulder. “Thank you, John.” And then continued back into the living room so he could work. 

John swept back to face you. “Now how the hell did you teach him the word thank you?!” He demanded exasperatedly. 

You just smiled as you sipped your tea.

MASTERLIST (again. bc why not) 

[mediocreimagines]

Percy Jackson headcanon

Honestly I like to think about the mist as an alive spirit. Covering up demigods messes but always being bitter about it. 

 The mist covering up Percy blowing up an entire bus 3.5 seconds after learning he was a demigod? Hoe don’t do- oh my god. 

 Covering up Jason jumping into the Grand Canyon to save Piper? SWEET DREAMS ARENT MADE OF THIS 

 The Argo II in general? *inhale* boi 

[mediocreimagines]

It was supposed to be an easy mission. The hardest damn thing about this job was the long commute in the jet with crappy seats. You weren’t supposed to hit anything too hard. S.H.I.E.L.D got intel about Hydra making a new base and sent you down to check it out. And by check it out, the context there is of course fucking demolish it, but that’s just the political side of things. (And try to gather intel from them, though both you and the recruit that was coming with you, doubted it. Dot the i’s and cross the t’s though.)

Oh, and that’s right. It was the recruit’s first mission. Why didn’t you have any backup you ask with a rookie who had only went through the initiatives? Well because the rookie couldn’t keep his mouth shut and insisted that he was worth 7 fighters alone. You wouldn’t of humoured him, just called his bluff and brought back up regardless of his bravado, except for the fact that the job was supposed to be really black and white. The Avengers wouldn’t even get off their ass to read the report it was so black and white. (Of course Steve, your lovely fiance, worded it a little nicer than that but that was the main message.)

Besides, the pilot that was escorting you both you went way back with and trusted explicitly. If the mission did get a little hairy, you did have someone you could rely on at your six. It was fine.

“Remember the plan?” You asked when you were nearing the drop zone.

“Yes,” The newbie nodded, reciting what you had decided on when you first got onto the plan hours previous.

“Good, and what do you have to remember to do?” You asked, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Stay behind you.” He reluctantly quoted, but he was young and dumb so he still fought the word of his superior. “But what if things get bad?”

“Then you stay behind me.” You slapped him on the back as you stood up and started gearing up. He glared at the floor in front of him for a couple more seconds before following your example, noticeably not arguing with you this time. You hid your amused smirk by ducking your head and strapping your thigh holster on right.  

You waited a couple seconds after you were done for the rookie, and then nodded. The Pilot stalled the plane, cutting the engine for you two, and then you were off.

You don’t remember a lot after that.

***

As soon as your boots hit the ground you knew you were screwed. They were on you two immediately, ambushing you from all fronts, and there was nothing you could do except take shelter and wait out the worst until you could return fire.

You would curse yourself later though, for falling so easily into the trap they laid out. You were no better than the damn recruit, thinking yourself so above death.

You remember pushing the recruit towards the ship, yelling at him that you had him covered and he had to get to safety. You remember trying to return fire, hit someone, hit something but nothing on their side faltered. Everything just kept coming at you. They were relentless, their attacks were painful and you couldn’t see anything past the haze of bullets and smoke.

In your blind position it felt like one against a thousand. That wasn’t realistic and was quite dramatic but you couldn’t think straight, never mind get an accurate estimation on their numbers.

From behind you, you heard a scream, and you knew instantly the rookie was down. Cursing under your breath, you doubled your pace, a blinding pain flaring in your shooting shoulder that you were too jacked on adrenaline and concentrated on getting to your teammate to fully process.

You got to the crushed car that Rookie was hiding behind and you saw him panting against the crumpled metal, holding his leg tightly. His face was chalky white, and there was blood seeping through his fingers and you were temporarily overwhelmed. Every odd was against you two, there wasn’t a way out of this alive.

But then your training kicked in, and your spine straightened. You were fools dying for a cause that was deeply rooted with corruption but you would be fools dying with pride dammit.

“I thought I told you to get to the ship,” You snapped as you searched through his vest pockets for something that would help stop the bleeding.

“You told me to cover you,” He grunted out, standing up with the help of you.

“Smartass,” You shook your head at him trying to look serious but there was a smile tugging on your lips still. You were almost proud of him. “Come on. We have to move,” You knew he couldn’t walk, so you offered yourself silently as a cane, letting him lean against you as you led him to the ship. “(Y/N) to (P/N). Do you copy, (P/N)? I repeat, do you copy?”

“(P/N) to (Y/n), that’s a positive on the copy. I repeat, a positive on the copy.”

“Start up and open up, we’re gonna have to leave real quick (P/N),”

“Roger that,”

You looked down at the Rookie when you got the confirmation. He was looking rough and the jet was still a minute out. You muttered curses under your breath as you let him down behind some cover by the rondevu point and tried to open fire back on your approaching threats that were trying to close in for the kill.

Seconds that felt like lifetimes passed by before you heard the familiar hum of jets. You shouted at Rookie to go up first and unclipped your last explosive as you tried to clear your guys’ exit point.

Explosions rocked the background as you threw yourself into safety and landed hard on the steel interior of the jet. You remember the pinching pain in your shoulder heighten painfully as you slumped yourself against the wall, but everything after that is black.

You came to slowly, but the throbbing pain of your shoulder made you groan and immediately shut your eyes again. You didn’t hear any gunshots around you, so there was no reason to move from this exact spot for at least the next week.

“(Y/N),” Someone said, and you felt a hand brush against your cheek.

You opened your eyes reluctantly and squinted up at whoever was hovering over you. “Oh, it’s you,” You sighed, seeing Steve and shifting so that you could sit up.

You grunted as you moved your shoulder too quickly and it let you know it. A quick glance at it told you it was a wrapped gunshot wound and you were almost sheepish that you K O ed for that long after one shoulder shot.

“It was a trap, you know. Total not waste of the Avengers time.” You muttered, mostly just to say anything at all.

“I noticed that,” Steve whispered back and your gaze flickered up to meet his.

You held his stare for a couple seconds in silence before glancing around, mildly alarmed. “Where’s Rookie? He got hurt pretty bad. I tried to-,”

“He’s fine. The Pilot patched him right up on the way back. Clint helped him to the infirmary.”

You nod silently. “How long was I just left in the ship?” You ask once you realize that you weren’t in the med bay, just laying down on the uncomfortable jet seats. That’s unfair.

“I just got here, I thought you were going to come to me, but then Tony told me what F.R.I.D.A.Y saw.” Steve sighed, suddenly looking so tired.

You bit your lip, and looked down. “Next mission that I go on with a rookie, I want bigger guns,” You broke the silence after a beat, a cheeky grin  on your lips.

Steve snorted. “You’re never going on another mission without me again, and you’re definitely not getting bigger guns.”

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It was intimidating, having the full attention of the smartest man in the world every day. It wasn’t a bad intimidating, it wasn’t something that you feared, but it was hard to miss. 

It was like your every move was not only being noticed- but admired; almost worshiped. Sherlock noted everything that you ever did, even when he was talking to someone else. In fact, someone else could think that he was devoting his every breath to them but more than half of his attention would be dedicated to no more than counting the number of your breaths; Either Lestrade, John, hell the Queen could’ve been right in front of him and he still wouldn’t have even dreamt of moving his eyes off of you.

You were the one puzzle that he couldn’t seem to figure out. You were an enigma, your personality a mystery to him yet one that he couldn’t die without figuring out. He found the slope of your nose fascinating, the way that you smiled at him addicting, and the way that you were passionate about things absolutely devastating.

He frightened you, in the most delicious way possible. There was nothing that you could do that he wouldn’t note and either comment on or just give you a small smile over. There was nothing that you could say that he wouldn’t carefully mull over and genuinely appreciate. It could be anything, really. It could be an annoying co-worker, a childhood memory that suddenly made you nostalgic, your favourite colour. 

You two never discussed this powerful pull between you. You simply basked and he simply worshiped. You simply provided him with the only thing he’s ever craved- to not be bored with a mystery in the blink of an eye. And he provided you with something that you’ve always craved- someone to respect you like he does. 

Whatever this is, is the closest Sherlock will ever get to love, and he’s obsessed. 

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Yes dear

Requested by Anonymous! #29 and #58 from this prompt list You didn’t pick someone to do this imagine with so I chose randomly! My lovable ball of fluff Foggy Nelson.

You woke up to light pecks being peppered all over your face, and you made a happy little squirmish noise as you lazily tried to escape. You batted at the face, trying to pull the duvet over your head with your other hand but your husband was having none of that. 

You were greeted with the lovely sound that is his laugh as he pulled the blanket off the bed all together. Leaving you exposed in nothing but his t-shirt to keep you warm. 

“You’re evil.” You muttered, slowly blinking up at him- trying to get your sleepy eyes adjusted to the light in the room now. 

He laughed. “I’m just trying to get you awake on time so that you’re not late for work, Ms. Vigilante.” 

You wrinkled your nose, not excited about it. Your bones were still stiff from last night and you got a cut on your stomach that was going to suck having to move around with all day. Yet you just smiled at your husband. “Spoil sport.” You accused and he laughed again. 

“Come on, you can come be grumpy once you’ve had your shower. One hour until it’s time to go.” Foggy Nelson, your loving husband for three years now, announced. 

You sighed, but nodded. Crawling out of bed slowly, and leaning on him for support when your legs refused to work the way they’re supposed to this early in the morning. “Make me coffee?” You asked, an innocent smile painted on your lips. 

Foggy snorted. “You know as while as I do that I don’t want to face you when you haven’t had your coffee.” He teased, and you shoved his shoulder lightly. Slowly shuffling into the bathroom and not bothering to close the door as you stripped out of the shirt. 

You wrinkled your nose as you looked at the long slash across your stomach in the floor length mirror in there. It was still angry and raw, the edges a bright red that made you scared to even touch it. Never mind put a suit over and go to work with. 

You were so distracted with poking and prodding at it with a distasteful look on your face that you didn’t even realize that Foggy was behind you until he was quite literally right behind you. You would have become shy, seeing as you were completely bare but Foggy had such a tender look on his face. You couldn’t help but smile at him. 

He carefully wrapped his arms around you, his hands resting on your hips and mindful not to touch your stomach. “How is my wife so much more of a badass than I am?” Foggy asked, making sure his tone was as serious as possible. You smiled in amusement at your ridiculous husband.

“I’m not a badass, Foggy. I’m just doing what’s right for the city.” You corrected him, and he nodded. But it was a sarcastic nod and it made your amused smirk widen. 

“Sure, sure. That’s what you and Matt always say, but then I see the scratches on you both and you treat it like nothing?? You’re so fucking badass.” He nipped at your ear playfully and you actually laughed this time. 

Shaking your head fondly, making eye contact with him in the mirror, you nudged him away a little. “Go, I have to have a shower before I run out of time.” You reminded him. “And you still have to make my coffee for me.” You nodded, and he scoffed. 

“Right, right. Working for the man, er.. Woman. While you and Matt go out and have all the fun, lil old Foggy gets to play the housewife.” He dramatized, removing his hands from your hips to toss them up in exasperation. 

You shook your head again. This man, you swear. “Foggy.” You rolled your eyes, and he raised his eyebrows. 

“I ain’t scurred of no woman. (I’m paraphrasing. Sue me.) I’ve seen Matt before coffee, nothing’s worse than that.” He insisted. 

You turned around and faced him this time, making sure to turn your entire body because you didn’t want to twist your midriff right now. “Foggy darling,” You said in an overly sweet voice. “Would you please be a dear and make me a coffee while I shower? I don’t want to be late.” You smiled all cute, and he gulped. 

“Yes dear.” He knew when you used to pretty woman tactic it was time to bow down for a bit. 

“Love you!” You called as he walked towards the kitchen. 

“Love you too.” He returned, and with a little smile on your lips you got the water on and got ready to get in the shower. 

MASTERLIST REQUESTS ARE OPEN!

[mediocreimagines]

I lost our baby

Requested by Anonymous!  Prompt #13 from this prompt list I didn’t know if you wanted it angsty or not?? But you did mention both Deadpool and Spiderman so of course I’m trash and I did this. 

Wade walked into the room where Peter was lounging casually in. His knees curled up to his chest and his nose buried in some textbook. 

Usually the famous merc with a mouth would have happily teased the other man. Teased him about being in Wade’s apartment more than he was, or made a joke up about the book or how adorably nerdy Peter looked, or even warned Peter about taking too much of the couch up; he’d hate for the poor spider to get in your way when your shows came on. The only reason he was still alive after the last marathon of How to get away with Murder was because he regenerated. He was almost still tempted to tell Peter beware of the power the cable box held in this house. 

But alas, he was far too distraught to even fathom such woes. 

“Peter.” Wade sighed, his arms hanging loosely by his sides. His entire posture was hunched over, as if he had the weight of the world on his shoulders. (His very muscled, very broad, very very manly shoulders- mind you)

The younger man glanced up, his glasses having slid down his nose from his lowered head position, and Wade was momentarily distracted as Peter pushed them back up all cute like. “What is it?” He asked, his eyes flickering over Wade’s posture quickly before returning back to his face. “What’s wrong?” 

Wade sighed, a drawn out sound and flopped down onto the couch beside the other man. “I lost our baby” Wade announced, his tone forlorn. 

Peter’s eyebrows furrowed and he did a double take. “Our what?” He asked, sure he must have misheard. 

“Our baby. I lost her. I don’t know where she’s gone, so alas, I have lost our baby.” 

Peter sat up, unfolding his legs and placing his feet firmly on the ground. “Who, what-.” He spluttered.

Wade threw his head back and let out a longer, louder sigh this time. One that practically dripped with exasperation. “Our cat. I lost our cat. I don’t know where she is.” 

Peter sighed, out of exasperation or relief he didn’t know. He didn’t really believe that Wade would get a random child off the street and call it their own only to loose it before he even introduced it to Peter.. Not that Peter wanted. He was saying- Whatever, there was still that small part of him that wondered, that’s all. 

“She’s not even my cat, she’s your cat, this is your house.” He narrowed his eyes as Wade muttered something under his breath when he said that, because even if he didn’t exactly pick up on it, he knew what the other man said. And it infuriated him (Not really) that he wasn’t infuriated with Wade’s shenanigans, only flustered and slightly thrown off now. “I’m sure she’s around here somewhere.” He hurried to finish. 

Wade sighed and threw his large frame against the back of the couch. “But what if-,”

Whatever he was going to say this time was cut off by a muffled voice in the other room. He perked up, not knowing that his trusty sidekick was actually home. He could enlist you to help him look! Or, he could make you look and just watch Golden Girls instead. That’s what sidekicks were for, right?

His eyes narrowed however when he heard a suspiciously familiar meowing sound following after that. 

You wouldn’t.

He lept to his feet and stormed into your bedroom. Slamming the door open dramatically, he pointed his finger at you. 

“Unhand her at once, you thief.” He announced, and he could practically hear Peter’s eyeroll in the other room. 

You instinctively brought the cat closer to your chest when Wade slammed the door open and you weren’t letting your hold up even when you realized there wasn’t a real danger. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You muttered, your hand slowly stroking the top of the cats fuzzy head. 

Wade pouted. Of all things, he pouted. “She’s my cat, give her back!” Wade huffed, and you blinked up at him. 

“I haven’t taken her anywhere have I? We’re still in our apartment, therefore I haven’t technically stolen her. I’m merely petting a very fuzzy and very adorable cat. Sue me.” You pronounced the last words clearly, and grinned innocently as you kept scratching the fuzzy fuzz ball of cuteness. 

She kinda looks like a super villain out of a Bond movie. I’m kind of digging it.

You noticed that too? I’m jealous of her.

Of course I noticed it you idiot. We’re the same-

Why can’t we be more like her, Wade? I want a James Bond Super villain moment too. I’ve earned it.

Wade shook his head and opened his mouth, about to start a show when Peter’s voice trailed in from the other room. “If you guys start fighting in there, I will not be nice with how I break it up!” He warned and Wade perked up. 

“You promise?” He called back and you both could practically feel the blush from here. The entire apartment went up by at least a couple degrees. 

“Wade!” Peter warned, and you wrinkled your nose. 

And with that you grabbed some of Peter’s textbooks that you had ‘borrowed’ earlier in the day for this exact moment and hauled it at Wade still standing by your door with a stupid grin on his face. 

“Out! Out! Out!” You chided with every launched book in his direction. And he made small ouch sounds as he quickly dashed out of the way, cursing under his breath about why he never liked books anyways. 

You smiled in victory, returning your hand to gently scratch the cat’s head once more. 

“You’re save now BonBon, the evil and in love heathens are gone.” You hummed. 

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Again, not requested because my inbox is empty?? You guys are breaking my heart. It’s s’okay though, I have this series to entertain myself with. 

You were sitting on the edge of a roof, your legs dangling over the edge with a pizza resting on your lap. You were grumbling as you picked at things on it, complaining about how there was no quality service in this town anymore. 

“I ask for one thing, I asked for no olives. I just want to live my life and not have to experience the disgusting thing which is Olives. What do they give me?-,” 

Another voice suggested from behind you- “Olives?” 

Your pizza got jerked off your lap and down to the streets below as you spun around quick as lightening and tossed a dagger with deadly accuracy towards whoever snuck up on yous heart. Luckily for him and a pity for you, he had fast reflexes and dodged just in time. 

Your eyes narrowed at him. “Spider-Man.” You said levelly, and he spread his arms out. 

“That’s my name, don’t wear it out.” You huffed and turned back around, looking forlornly down on the street where your pizza was half splattered on the pavement and half on a really nice car?? Wow, a pizza and a BMW. That guy’s having a good day. “No warm welcome? Your partner is a lot more friendly you know.” He said conversationally, climbing over the ledge too, copying your stance. 

“Well I’m not trying to get into your spandex, spidey boy.” You muttered and Spider-Man choked. 

He spluttered for a response and you merely smirked as you listened to him try to piece together a dignified response. 

After he took too long, you kept talking. “What do you want, kid? I was having a great time by myself for five minutes. The last thing I needed was another fast talking annoying man in spandex to hang out with.” You grumbled, folding a leg up to your chest and looking out at the city. 

Spider-Man finally got his composure back and sighed. “I actually came here to talk to you about that other fast talking man in spandex.” He said carefully and you shook your head. Standing up immediately and spun around, ready to head back. Spider-Man stopped you by grabbing your hand and tugging you back down with unnatural strength. Why did the spider get all that strength. What the hell. “Can you just hear me out? Please?” He asked, and you huffed. 

You were silent so he took that as a go to keep talking. 

“I just.. I wanted to ask someone who would know.. I just..” He stuttered out. 

“For the love of God, I could have knit myself a sweater and conquered a small nation by now. Spit it out.” You groused and he gulped. 

“What’s Wade.. Really like.” The masked man asked you, and that took you by surprise. What’s Wade really like? 

You narrowed your eyes as you glanced back at him and he sighed, pausing for a moment before talking again. 

“I mean.. He puts up a great front, but a man can’t be like that all the time. It’s just not possible. Is he.. Is he a good man?” 

You closed your eyes and counted to 10. You were being dragged in the middle of their romance like you all were in middle school and you were tired of it already. They needed to get their shit together or you were moving. You swear to God. 

“It’s just.. I don’t know anything about him, you know? I’d like to.” He muttered, and you opened your eyes to watch him carefully. 

“Are you sure about that, masked man?” You spoke quietly. “You know his name, you know his life, you know way too much about his life. But what does he know about you?” 

You stood up and avoided Spider-Man trying to grab your hand this time. 

“Peace bitch, and you owe me a pizza. Just so you know.” 

And just like that you disappeared down the stairs and happily left that teenage angst behind you. 

[mediocreimagines]

Percy trying to do the finger snappy thing without bribing the mist with a candy bar? 

The mist when any demigod literally ever prays to it to cover their loud and obnoxious acts of ‘heroism’: New number who dis.

*Jason and Percy do literally anything dramatic and unnecessary together in front of the mortals* I don’t know her.

Percy Jackson headcanon

Honestly I like to think about the mist as an alive spirit. Covering up demigods messes but always being bitter about it.

The mist covering up Percy blowing up an entire bus 3.5 seconds after learning he was a demigod? Hoe don’t do- oh my god.

Covering up Jason jumping into the Grand Canyon to save Piper? SWEET DREAMS ARENT MADE OF THIS

The Argo II in general? *inhale* boi

This is my new favourite but I feel like so much more could be added??

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Percy Jackson headcanon

Honestly I like to think about the mist as an alive spirit. Covering up demigods messes but always being bitter about it. 

 The mist covering up Percy blowing up an entire bus 3.5 seconds after learning he was a demigod? Hoe don't do- oh my god. 

 Covering up Jason jumping into the Grand Canyon to save Piper? SWEET DREAMS ARENT MADE OF THIS 

 The Argo II in general? *inhale* boi 

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“We come bearing breakfast burritos~” Toby announced as he sauntered into the Garage with a bag held up in the air and his other hand spread out dramatically. 

Happy followed behind him and rolled her eyes at his over dramatic fashion. “He comes with burritos. I come with a dork apparently.” She teased lightly but Toby just grinned over his shoulder at her and went to the kitchen to set everything up. 

Everyone filed into the room following the scent of food, because of course no one got breakfast before here. 

“So this is why you were late.” Walter raised his eyebrows as he unwrapped some of the food. 

“Yes, because Happy and I care about if you all have a balanced diet or not. Is that so bad?” Toby challenged right back but Happy was quick to shut that right down. 

“He woke up late and this is our excuse.” 

“Love you too, honey.” Toby muttered and Happy grinned as she bit into her burrito. 

The quiet and civil atmosphere of the garage went up in smoke in the blink of a god damn eye when Cabe dropped his burrito and walked towards the stairs. 

“Who are you? What are you doing here?” He snapped and the girl on the staircase stopped in surprise and winced a bit. 

Walter choked on his breakfast as he too dropped the burrito and hurried to stand beside Cabe. That certainly got people’s attention. 

“It’s fine, Cabe. She’s a friend.” 

The girl smiled sheepishly, coming down the stairs fully and entering everyone’s line of vision. Her hair was still a little messed up and she had her heels in her hand. Toby whistled mockingly but Happy elbowed him in the stomach. 

“I’m sorry, Walter. I completely overslept, I didn’t mean to interrupt your work.” You smiled a little awkwardly, discreetly trying to fix your hair since everyone’s eyes seemed to be locked onto you. 

“It’s fine.” Walter was quick to say. “We weren’t even working, we were just eating breakfast. I would invite you, but you have, probably work right?” He stuttered that out, and you had to smile a bit. 

“Yeah, work. I still have to make it to my apartment somehow to get ready before work.” You nodded. 

“Hold on.” Toby spoke up, holding his hands up and walking around the table. “Walter had a girl stay over last night and we’re not going to tease him at all? Paige’s jaw is almost to the floor and no one’s going to say anything?” 

Walter narrowed his eyes at him. “It wasn’t like that, Toby.” Walter muttered. 

Toby raised his eyebrows. “I wasn’t saying it was like anything, but are you saying that there could be something happening?” Toby crossed his arms over his chest. 

“Oh for the love of..” Walter muttered under his breath but just shook his head. “Everyone, this is Y/n. We’ve been seeing each other for the last few weeks and Y/n that’s my team; you know their names.” 

When Walter and Toby were arguing you had used the time to fix yourself up and looked almost decent now. “Hello, I’ve heard so much about you all.” You tried to smile kindly but it was hard when they were all looking at you like some kind of experiment or something. Are they always like this? 

“What?!” Toby’s jaw dropped. “You’re dating.. Walter. Like Walter O’brien? You’re actually.. You’re doing that.” 

You chuckled nervously. “Yes?” 

Sylvester was the first one in the group to step up besides Toby and you were glad. He was the only one that seemed to have a friendly smile for you. 

“We’re glad to finally meet you, I’m sorry if we woke you.” 

You shook your head. “No, no. I’m glad you did. I can’t be late for work, or.. At least anymore late than I will. It was um, nice to finally meet you all face to face.” You angled your body around Sylvester’s so you could wave at everyone and then you turned to Walter. “I’ll see you later?” You tilted your head and he nodded quickly. 

“Yes, that sounds good.” He agreed, and you smiled. Lifting yourself up to your toes to kiss his cheek quickly before turning for the door. 

“Bye!” You grinned once more before slipping out of the tense garage and left Walter to the questioning. 

“What just happened?” Happy asked, burrito hovering in her air between the table and her mouth like it had been throughout the entire encounter. 

“Walter’s finally a real boy and found himself a human girlfriend.” Toby still didn’t look like he actually believed it.

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This is a continuation of Deadpool’s sidekick because I actually kind of love it?? If you have any other ideas for the (Series?) I’d love to write it!

Everything was silent, until.. 

“It’s time to wake up and validate me again!” Deadpool’s voice announced through the quiet room, just over the sound of the two air-horns he was blasting and boy are you grateful. 

“Fuck off, marshmellow.” You groaned, burying your head underneath your pillow and praying that he goes away. 

Of course since you were a shit person and God wants to punish you for it, Wade did not go away. In fact he threw himself on your bed to demand attention. “No can do, senorita. We’ve got a mission to do. It’s time to wake up and smell the discourse.” 

You muttered a few choice words under your breath before sighing and lifting the pillow just enough to peer at Deadpool through tired narrowed eyes. “How much does it pay?” 

Deadpool chuckled. “See, that’s the thing. Absolutely nothing.” 

Your foot shot out suddenly and swiped his hip. Knocking him off your bed and making you grunt because damn he’s getting heavy. “Get the hell out of my room.” 

Deadpool popped right back up as you shoved the pillow right over your head. 

“Come on, you’re my sidekick! You need to come so that I look cool! I really want to impressive this hottie, please!” Deadpool threw his top half down on your bed and draped himself where he fell. “You have to!” 

“I will shoot you.” 

“Please!” 

***

“It’s cold as balls out here and I miss my bed.” You wrapped your arms around yourself as you and Deadpool stood on a rooftop a couple blocks from your place. Your suit was a little more revealing than Deadpool (Deadpool says because white men in black suits are complete misogynistic losers that just want to please the snotty kids in their mom’s basement looking at your poster. But you think Deadpool’s just a pervert.) so you were freezing in the New York winter season. 

“Look hotter. We have to impress this guy.” 

You groaned. “You could have at least bought me a coffee.” You muttered, huffing as you turned away from him dramatically. 

When you did, there was a slight thump of feet across the roof and you immediately went for your blades. But Deadpool stopped you by stepping forward and greeting the guy. 

Usually that didn’t even make you think about it, but this time was different. Why.. 

“Baby boy!” You fully looked up and started cursing under your breath. 

“We came here for Spider-Man? For free? Are you kidding me?” You snapped, your hands dropping away from your blades because you wanted to choke Wade with your bare hands. 

“Ah, always nice to meet a fan.” Spider-Man mockingly saluted you, and you just sneered back. 

“Don’t worry about her, baby boy-” -”Don’t call me Baby boy. Have we not talked about this?”- “-She just didn’t get her beauty sleep. She’s a real bitch when she doesn’t get her full 9 hours.” 

You rolled your eyes. “What did I get out of bed for? If it’s anything less than a presidential assassination I’m leaving your asses in the cold.” 

Spider-Man tilted his head at you and seemed confused. “I didn’t call you here for anything. I just heard that Wade was back in town so I’ve been putting in some extra patrols in the last few days.” He supplied, and your glare darkened. You were going to murder Wade. This time for real.

“That can’t be good for you.” Wade tsked. “That’s why I gave myself up! We can just hang out together so you can make sure that I don’t unalive anyone, it’s better for your health this way.” Wade nodded sagely. 

The smaller man simply looked up at Wade, over at you, and then back at Wade. “What about her? Why would I trust her not to kill-” “-Unalive!”- “-someone?” 

Wade looked back at you too, and then shrugged. “You can’t. She unalives me all the time.” He perked up then and wrapped his arm around Spider-Man’s shoulders. “So, let us go do Deadpool and Spider-Man things, and my sidekick can tag along too.” 

“I’m not your sidekick!” 

***

You stood there banging your head against a wall in the middle of a battle field. Bullets were flying, webs were being shot, men were falling to the ground all around you and you were just done with it. 

The killing, oh you could care less about. (Although it wasn’t even killing with Friendly Neighbourhood Boring McFucker around. Deadpool just shot knee caps and shoulders! What fun was that?!) It was the flirting. You’d give anything to leave right now. Anything!

You sighed as you glanced up, and looked around the scene. It was a bank robbery. Or, an attempted one. (They gave it their best shot!) Half the assailants were already down, and you hadn’t even done anything yet. 

“Snugglebugs, watch your six!” Deadpool called as he shot another kneecap and skipped through the mass of bodies screaming on the floor. 

“No nicknames! I forbid them! You’re not allowed them anymore!” Spider-Man announced, yet he still whipped around and shot a web at a man’s hand when he was ready to shoot his gun at him. 

“Whatever you say honey bunches.” 

“Is that not a cereal?” 

“Probably.” 

“That’s it.” You muttered, turning on your heel and was just about to go home. You couldn’t do this anymore, when you saw one of the soggy lamp shades grab a kid and start heading towards the door. ‘My baby!’ the mother cried but the two idiots in love were too far up each other’s asses to hear that. “For the love of God. All I want is my bed.” You groaned out, breaking away from the wall you were previously banging your head against, and picking up the pace when the guy started making a run for the window. The cops outside wouldn’t shoot him if he had a kid, the guy was smart. Or at least... Had an average I.Q. Which was a lot more you could say for the other ones. 

Since you made no such deal to Friendly Neighbourhood Boring McFucker not to unalive someone, you took one of your blades and was about to throw it when you heard the kid crying. 

“Fuck.” You muttered under your breath, and just caught up to the guy and knocked him out from behind with the butt of the blade. Shoving him to the ground before he could fall on the kid. 

The poor child screamed and immediately ran into your arms, the only thing he found safe at the moment, and you could do nothing else but hold the sobbing kid as you carried him back to his mother and blindly threw the dagger behind you. If you hit the guy, you hit the guy. If you didn’t, you didn’t. Either way you had one objective. 

“Why do you have a kid in your arms? Have you been hiding something from me?” Deadpool popped out of nowhere. 

“For the love of..” 

***

You were all up on a rooftop now, Deadpool having bought everyone tacos. Actually bought them too, because Spidey- Boy was here. The taco tasted funny to you, but that might only be the legitimacy. 

“You did good work today, Deadpool.” Spider-Man complimented, his mask rolled up to his nose so he could stuff tacos down his throat easier. “You surprised me.” 

“I surprised me too.” Deadpool nodded sagely, hiding his skin up to his nose with shoving tacos down his throat. 

“I wouldn’t hate working with you again, if you ever stop back in town.” Spider-Man offered. 

Deadpool paused, but still held a taco up to his face. “I don’t think I’m going to leave anytime soon now.” He commented. “The party’s just started right?” He offered hesitantly, and Peter grinned. 

“Yeah, it’s just begun.” He agreed. 

“You guys are so cute I’m going to puke. I’m going home.” You muttered, dropping your unfinished taco off the roof and hopped onto the fire escape. 

You weren’t going to survive them not figuring out whatever the hell this was soon. 

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Ship request!

@midnightreigns21 hope you love it! :) 

I ship you with... Hank McCoy! 

Hank really relates to your more mellow side. He being a man himself that has to have control at all times; not only as a mutant but also a teacher makes things a little difficult. But being able to laze around the mansion every once and awhile and talk quietly together, or curling up and reading together, or even as you walk somewhere together and just rambling about new exciting things in the lab is what he lives for.  

With everything always seeming to move so quickly with the X-men and the recruits training living quietly with you is exactly what he needs. 

Your best friend would be.. Jean Grey!

She never had many friends. With her powers, people always seemed to be mad at her. She was too dangerous, she was too much of a wild card, just because she couldn’t get a cap on these phenomenal powers she was blamed. But she always had you. You being a student or not, you were always only a thought away. Whenever either of you were having a bad day you would just stop to talk to the other. Didn’t matter what about, you could just ramble for hours with no fear of judgement and that was nice; it really was. 

Your secret admirer would be.. Bruce Banner!

He found you absolutely brilliant. Your intelligence astounded him every time you two spoke yet he knew that there would never be a future for you two. He was too volatile, he was a ticking time bomb ready to blow at the slightest nudge and it just wasn’t worth putting you in the line of danger. Him being happy wasn’t good enough of a reason to put you in that kind of risk. Besides, he had his work and Tony to talk to, and you had that other scientist in the mansion for mutants. He was happy for you. Really, he was. 

Relationship Headcanons!

Who’s the bigger nerd: Alright this one was easy. It’s Hank. Anything science, anything new information he can learn about the amazing pupils all around him is the greatest gift he could ask for. He’s such a dork, don’t you just love him?

Who gets jealous: Hm, I think that would also be Hank. All things considered with Raven he didn’t want to lose another woman’s attention to a man that he knew that he could never really be. I mean, the other man that he knew had feelings for you turned into an almost invincible large screaming green giant. He didn’t particularly fancy the idea of fighting him, so the idea was the tiniest bit of a sensitive subject for him. 

Who brings the other food at work/school: You do! You love the mansion. All the students are wonderful and perfectly polite when you come and visit, you get to see your friend Jean, and of course you get to see your lovely boyfriend. Hank always seems so surprised when you show up with some kind of food for him even though you try to make it as usual of an occurrence as possible with his hectic life. 

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Imagine.. Being in a relationship with Wade so long that nothing he does fazes you anymore.  Prompt #67 “You’re getting blood on my carpet” from this prompt list!  Requested by Anonymous! 

“Is that a knife in your shoulder or are you just happy to see me?” You leaned against the door frame of your apartment with a cheeky grin, your body effectively blocking your long term boyfriend from getting in. I mean, you knew he could shove past you easily but you both knew he enjoyed a good one liner too much for such disrespect. 

“Awe, have you been scrolling through the fan blogs again, sweetheart?” Wade cooed, stepping around you leaving you pouting by the door for being wrong. “I mean, I don’t see why you have to since you have the real thing right here. I’m actually kind of hurt.” 

You rolled your eyes and closed the door behind yourself, locking it for good measure since you wouldn’t be leaving again tonight and followed the red masked mercenary into the room. 

“Anyways, I guess you’re wondering how I got hurt this time, right? Well it involved fourteen Mafia members, three bombs, and a pirate.” As he was talking he whipped the dagger out of his shoulder and you tsked as you went to the kitchen to warm up some left-overs for you two. “Don’t ask me how the pirate got there because I’m not all that sure. Maybe it was just yellow dicking with me, but I’m ninety percent sure I heard the word mate being used. On second thought, the dude could have just been Australian.” Deadpool mused. “Nah, it was a pirate.” He seemed confident with that so you didn’t say a word. 

When you got back into the living room you saw Wade with his mask and the upper part of his suit off as he poked at the wound that was already stitching itself back together. “You’re still bleeding on my carpet.” You wrinkled your nose and Wade looked up innocently. 

“Haha, no I’m not..?” He offered out innocently, and you rolled your eyes. 

“Clean up your mess before you get to have tacos and watch The Real Housewives with me.” You insisted, plopping yourself down on the couch and folding your legs up as you turned the Tv on. 

“You drive a hard bargain, woman.” He shook his head, but obediently picked his clothes up and went to the bathroom to get salsa water and lemons. You still didn’t agree with that mixture but Deadpool swore on his life that it worked wonders. Whatever. 

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#67 in the prompt challenge and with Deadpool? Pretty please??

Um, yes of course! I’m so hyped for this! 

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You being Deadpool’s sidekick and reluctantly being recruited by the Avengers for a recon mission. #73- “I’m not wearing a dress!” of this prompt list!  Requested by @viva-la-fucking-nerd

“Ooh, would you look at this place. Even the floor’s are shining!” Deadpool announced loudly as you the elevator doors slid open and a high ceilinged modernly decorated room entered your guys’ line of vision. 

The Avengers were all gathered in this room, and Tony Stark himself spun around and stared at you two. “How the hell did you guys get up here?! You guys aren’t on the security clearance.” He snapped. 

“Sure we are.” You hummed with a grin, stepping out of the elevator’s doors and slid your dagger back into your thigh holster and strolled towards the group of heroes. “Besides, where else were we supposed to meet? You called us remember?” You mocked. 

Deadpool snorted as he came up behind you and rested his elbow on your shoulder casually. “You guys must be seriously desperate for that, by the way. I didn’t even think you guys acknowledged my existence, never mind had my number” Deadpool rested his free hand against his chest in a ‘modest’ gesture. 

“We prefer not to.” Captain America muttered, and you both started pouting at that. 

“Rude, poster boy. Rude.” Deadpool pointed. 

You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms over your chest. “Alright kids. What was so important I had to bribe Deadpool back into his pants and away from Spongebob? If we don’t get to blow something up after all the trouble I went through, we’re leaving.” You deadpanned, and Deadpool hissed through his teeth. 

“Damn, my good ol’ sidekick isn’t taking any prisoners today.” He teased. 

“For the last time, I’m not your sidekick.” You snapped, you rolled your head back in exasperation but that just encouraged Deadpool. 

“Who has the better suit?” Deadpool challenged. “Exactly. I rest my case.” 

“Would you two shut up for two seconds.” Tony announced loudly, and you both followed orders, your heads snapping back to the large group of ‘earth’s mightiest heroes’. “We need Y/S/N to get close to a target in a gala, and we need Deadpool as backup.” 

Deadpool hissed again dramatically. “Yeah.. I don’t do back up.” He shrugged. 

“And I don’t do galas.” You shrugged. 

Captain America stepped forward, folding his hands in front of him and you simply raised your eyebrows. Not in the least intimidated by him. 

“We’re too much of public figures, we can’t successfully infiltrate places of these severities anymore, not if we don’t want to waste our time so we need you two to do this, and we need it done tonight.” 

Deadpool raised his eyebrows which was noticeable behind his mask. You didn’t even know how he did it, because every time you asked he just claimed he was special that way. Yeah, special alright. “Don’t you know that we take offers and then you have to wait 3-5 business days for us to get back to you? We can’t do it tonight.” 

“There’s going to be a lot of money with your name on it if you do this.” Tony Stark rolled his eyes, and Deadpool yawned. 

“I wipe my ass with a lot of money. How much are you talking?” He tilted his head. 

Tony glared, but passed Captain a paper which Cap passed onto Deadpool. The mercenary looked it and whistled. “Daddy likey. Alright, we can do it tonight.” He crumpled the paper and tossed it over his shoulder. 

“I’m so glad you’re compliant.” Captain America drawled out dryly. “Come,” He motioned to you now. “I’ll take you to Natasha so you can get your dress and leave.” He nodded his head in the direction of some hallway and your lips curled. 

“I’m not wearing a dress.” You shook your head, almost taking a step back at the thought. 

“I’ll wear the dress!” Deadpool offered immediately, and Cap tensed up. You almost snorted at the awkward man that was born in the fourties who wasn’t quite sure how to take the more liberal man’s words. 

“God, I’ll do anything not to see Deadpool’s giraffe like legs. Take me to Natasha.” You insisted, and Deadpool rested his hand on the base of his throat and gasped. 

“How dare you!”

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