Vigilante meet cute Pt. 2 (Benjamin Poindexter/Bullseye x Vigilante!F!Reader)
Part 1
⊟Hello! More moments between the two of you!
⊟Again, there must be terms that I didn't use correctly, it is me, Google translator for some things, and the synonym dictionary against the world.
⊟Did I mention that I hate Vanessa Fisk?
⊟I am learning how to make these posts more aesthetic, bear with me.
⊟OoC characters. Ben is not thaaat crazy.
âWhat in the heaven and hell were you thinking the other nightâ you ask to the attorney at law Matthew Murdock. âWas it some kind of blind date for vigilantes?â
 He laughs at that a little. You were casually walking down the streets of the busy New York, it was around noon, everything seemed calm⊠too calm.
âI am deeply sorryâ you scoff at that âBut I needed to dismantle this illegal production of drugs and weapons, and he was the most suitable person for that. He saw you with me the other night at Josieâsâ he was pretending to use his cane for dramatics while he was holding onto your arm. âI didnât sense any danger from him; he was just curious by youâ and thatâs the whole truth. Poindexter heartbeat was steady the whole conversation. He couldâve had fake it of course. âI donât think he is looking for his North Star, that is quite obsolete for him at this point. He didnât hurt you, didnât he?â
âNo, he didnâtâ you answer lost in thought.
You donât know about him for another couple of days.
Itâs late. Cold. You want to leave as soon as this is over. But you needed to do this out of spite to provoke Vanessa.
You were near a warehouse, your intel told you that they were arriving and leaving with art pieces that should be at museums, not being traded for money to be in somebodyâs living room. And of course, the mastermind behind it was Vanessa.
Looking from the top of the roof next to the warehouse, you tried to count how many guards were there, the time they change positions, and anything else that could be relevant. You were running out of time.
What you never notice, is someone else lurking behind you.
Deciding that it was the moment to enter, you start from the back, taking care of the first thugs are quite easy, but you never underestimate them. The Punisher and the Daredevil didnât understand about this passion about art but couldâve helped you anyways. Sadly, they were busy with their own vigilante agendas.
Hiding the bodies of the knocked-out goons, you take more careful steps trying to reach the center of the operation. Kick, punch, hide, repeat.
Today will be the last day they will be bringing works of art, waiting to eventually take them to another âsafeâ location. Once theyâve gathered all the artworks into the truck you will be taking it to another warehouse where some of your allies will taking care of the art. Just a bit more waitingâŠ
You thought you were perfectly hiding behind a crate, but the sound of the click of a loaded weapon could be heard. Turning your head lightly to your right, you see one of the thugs pointing the tip of his weapon directly at your temple. He is about to yell to alarm everyone about you, but you were quicker to hit him in the guts to stop him from any talking.
Making him drop to his knees you choke him enough to make him faint. You are not getting creasier to Frankâs style. Even if you agree with his methods sometimes, some. You swear.
Taking another look around, apparently no one heard or looked your way. But that was fairly a good reason to keep moving closer to the truck. The front garage door opened, it was time to leave.
One of the men were barking orders in what seemed was Arabic. Making a last fast decision: dropping a flash bomb to stun as many men as possible and taking advantage of them confused you push a few men to make room to pass toward the driver seat of the truck, but before you could step inside, one of the men grabbed you by the neck, to pull you backward to knock you down. A fast object came flying and going through the skull of the man trying to knock you, the movement still made you fall but the body was there behind you to cushion your fall.
The last man standing dropped to his knees in front of you when a sharp knife went thought his throat. Behind him, the Bullseye was there, looking pleased with himself.
Concluding that it wasnât worth finding an explanation for it, you stand, now fighting the men that managed to come closer to you. While you were fighting some, others were knocked down by various objects.
Deep down, deep in your heart, you knew who was there with you.
You kept the katana in your hand âYou told me you donât work for herâ trying not to sound disappointed. An attempt to even your breath.
âAnd I donâtâ, his answer was fast. And like your first encounter, he showed his hands in surrender, showing you that he wonât harm you. âI came here to helpâ
âI didnât take you for someone interested in artâ with a last few âpuffsâ of air, you place the katana in its holder.
âWell, I am trying to learnâ he tilts his head with his typical smug smile.
âFunnyâ Obviously not finding his comment funny, a deadpan expression in your face. So you just nod, not even amused at this point âThank you, I guessâ you whisper and add âI need to take care of thisâ looking at the truck and gesturing with your thumb toward where it is placed behind you, he nods. His patience surprising you, the sound of the police sirens in the background.
Exhaling through your mouth, you cannot believe what you do next. You step closer to Poindexter, not enough for him to touch, but âWe are evenâ, you told him while taking off your mask, you show him your face. Even with the circle lenses and the face paint he could make out your facial features. The grin turns into a full smile.
âDonât get too comfortable with this informationâ you frown at him as you place back your mask in your face.
âNo promisesâ he whispers to himself.
Sitting on the driverâs seat of the truck you drove off, managing to bring the art back to your allies.
You worked in a curator art house, helping to restore and investigate the art. Art always been part of your life, making painting to yourself and other people, this job helps you connect with persons who wants something personalized.
Anyways.
Being the leader of the team had a great responsibility, everyone expected you to help them, or come to ask for advice, about everything.
So, you knew something was wrong when the girls at the reception seemed kind of nervous but delighted at the same time. âGood evening, girlsâ
âGood evening, Miss -â They both answered together in harmony. âSomething arrived for youâ, Claire, the taller girl said.
You frown at that âDid the new art supplies arrived?â you ask expectantly.
âNopeâ the other girl, Cloe, shorter than Claire, answered.
âWhat are you on about? What is it?â turning your whole body toward them you wait for their answer. They motion to your workstation, and you see it.
A bouquet of flowers was there, it wasnât the biggest, youâve seen bigger ones in this job, but it was still a very beautiful arrangement. You werenât into flowers, but the choices were like something you could like.
Someone might be paying close attention to you.
You blow some air with your mouth; you try to fight the smile forming on your face. âDid a delivery guy bring this? Or someone elseâ They coo at a unison, tilting your head you turn to look at them.
Coming closer, you take a small piece of paper, the dedication only had a nice handwriting with âI know a thing or two about artâ And his bullseye trademark of the crosshair.
âA delivery man came, we couldnât see who send itâ Claire said, but both pouted. Rolling your eyes you take the bouquet to place it somewhere else you couldnât drop it by accident.
The first time was charming. They were happy.
The second time someone asked for you, you had to scold him.
A few days later you arrive to the curator house and see the girls at the reception now a bit more awkward and maybe frightened? than the time that you were delivered flowers. âThere is a man outside⊠he asked for you and then said he would wait outsideâ you frown at that.
The only creep you know has good aim and seems quite obsessed with you.
You turn again to the entrance of the curator house and see him sitting in a bench that has the best look to the entrance doors. Rolling your eyes you sigh.
Going outside with a determined step, you cross the street and stand right in front of him. The receptionists looked shocked for your bravery. If they only knew that you already know each other.
âAre you out of your mind?â You pause a second âDonât answer that, we know the answer. Why are you tormenting my girls?â crossing your arms you wait for whatever he has to say. You are perfectly standing in front of him making a scene and he still looked smug about it.
He gives you his usual smirk, really content on seen you finally. âHello, -â he says your name happily, now a smile on his face. You look up and groaned, then he adds âThis is an interesting job choice for someone like usâ
Letting out a bark of a laugh without care you reply âOh, yeah. Because we are the good guys, right?â you place your hand on your temples, massaging the area, you could feel a headache coming. Against your better judgement and tired of the rodeo you just sat beside him. âWhat do you need like right now, Dexter? That couldnât wait till later or something.â You move your hands, waving them to between the two of you. The nickname ringing out to him. Everybody called him by his last name, Ben, Dex or Benjamin (by Karen).
After you place yourself on the bench, he put his arm behind you, but not touching you, on the bench backrest. Shaking your head you pick the sleeve of his weird jacket in a pinch motion and place his arm again next to him. âBehaveâ you warn.
He chuckles. Truth is, he feels really thrilled, you are not scared of him, donât speak to him like you are watching your step, or like you are angry, even not like you want to manipulate him. No one had this kind of decency with him⊠maybe Nadeem, he was a good person, he thought. Are you aware of everything he done? You must, since you knew about his âstalkingâ tendencies, he is not a stalker! He swears.
âYou and I make a good teamâ he states.
You couldnât help but let out a snort âHow did you come to that conclusion? We only fight together one timeâ frowning you look directly at his eyes âBesides, you seem to handle everything well on your ownâ squinting your eyes once more you wait for his answer. âYour ability is outstandingâ that part was said in a whisper.
His eyes lit up at that last part. âThanksâ he says.
âBut I really need your help. This may interest you, given your ethicsâ.
âWhere is your friend?â The bigger man dressed in navy blue and covering his face except for his eyes asked the red devil of Hellâs Kitchen.
âUhâŠâ the devil was unbelievable at a loss of words. âWhich one?â, tilting his head confused.
âThe one who looks more demonic than youâ understanding now. Bullseye was interested in Y/Vigilante/N. He wonât give in easily. But it didnât take the fact that that was interesting information.
âShe is busy somewhere elseâ
âToo bad. I will help you if she is hereâ
For the first time in a long time, Daredevil was speechless and couldnât help but sigh. He wasnât a big fan of asking for favors.
So, he is in a predicament now.
It started a few nights before. Matt and Y/V/N were in the middle of fighting some burglars that kept pestering Josieâs, asking her for money or they will tear apart her bar.
So of course, goody two-shoes decided that enough was enough and alongside his fellow female vigilante partner stepped in. Waiting for the night to arrive, they waited for the extortioners to arrive at the bar.
Once they were inside and threatened Josie, Matt gave the first punch, yours are next. Fighting the men ended in some chaos inside, but the elder lady didnât mind, she loved watching her favorite vigilante in action. She was delighted.
You were kind of distracted that didnât see a man coming from behind you with a hunting knife, but suddenly a projectile came inside, crossing the bar and ended in the manâs hand getting stuck with the wall next to the both of you. Your eyes opened in surprise, the only person (if you can call him that) that could do this was an ex-FBI agent-turned prisoner-turned mercenary? You are not sure about that last part.
But you never see him, he doesnât come any closer or near to the battle.
You look at Matt as if silently asking for answers.
Approaching the aimed weapon, you noticed is another knife with âYouâre welcomeâ craved in it. âAgainâ written when you flip the knife. The burglar screamed in pain but you just kicked him in the guts.
At the end, when everything was over. The both of you tied the blackmailers to chairs and let Josie made the call to the police. You left there, since Fisk was still in control of some of the police force, you didnât want to encounter them and let Josie explain how she got help.
âSo⊠your sniper friend helped us out of nowhere?â you ask skeptical, playing with the knife while the both of you chat in the top of a roof of a random building.
âHe doesnât âhelp out of nowhereâ⊠he must feel guilty for something he did, so he is trying to balance the scales again or some bullshit like thatâ sounding more annoyed as he spoke, Daredevil shook his head.
âWell, he owns all of you because of what almost happened to Foggyâ you whisper, unnecessary considering that the both of you were alone.
The red devil dropped his shoulders defeated âI guess thatâs a fair point. But he is unstable. What if next thing one of us is a target just because someone brainwashed him like the last timeâ.
âCare to explain why I am hereâ you asked, a bit confused âAs far as I know you told me I wasnât needed, but I will help anywayâ your head cocked to the side.
Matt was also full in his vigilante persona but couldnât help but scratch the back of his head like he knows you wonât like his next words. Before he could replyâŠ
âSee? She looks more like a demon than youâ a deep satisfied voice echoed behind them.
Your colored eyes turned to see a tall and broad man dressed in cargo pants and a navy blue long sleeve shirt. You couldnât help but take a step back, you knew that Daredevil was there and shouldnât worry about Bullseye, but the hesitance was still there. Your costume also consisted in black cargo pants, a black long sleeve shirt with bits of armor to protect yourself and a bulletproof vest (now you are grateful for Frankâs advice) that fitted you right, the lower half of your face painted in black, and the other half: your eyes covered in a black fox mask. The cherry at top were a pair of yellow circle lenses to avoid any facial recognition. Yes, it was true that your full black suit looked more like a demon than him. Daredevil thought to himself.
âYeah⊠about that, I need his help. He was about to help me, but heâs got a demandâ Matthew said defeated.
âI wanted to properly meet you in personâ Benjamin Poindexter gestured with his hands, no signal of any kind of object that he could use as a weapon.
âAnd why is that Mister Poindexterâ your hands going to the handle of your katana.
Matthew was in the background sighing and facepalming himself. Itâs going perfectly, better than he anticipated.
âI find you interestingâ Bullseye kind of singsong the last part. He seemed content now, his eyes showing some fascination.
âGreat. I made my part, now you come and help meâ Matt had enough. He somehow knew Poindexter wouldnât hurt her, that it wasnât part of his plans. Yet, he needs to dismantle an operation, and this is taking longer than necessary.
Looking defeated, you could see Benjaminâs shoulders drop a fraction. âYou will stay here while we are doneâ he says to you.
You frown at his words âExcuse me? You ask for me just to stay here?â your tone incensed.
âPlease, for today do as he says, it wonât happen againâ Daredevil looked even more pained, âIâm sorryâ he whispers the last part.
You huff âFine, go and do whateverâ you turn your back at them with your arms crossed.
Stupid men.
After around two hours, you hear only one pair of footsteps. Knowing it was Poindexterâs you didnât turn. âWhat do you want from me? Are you still working for Vanessa?â you finally look directly in his eyes after that. Waiting for his answers you never come close to him, and he didnât insist on getting closer.
âI never worked for herâ
âBullcrapâ You bite back without hesitation.
He sighs âI might take some of her orders beforeâ
You nod âYeah, you donât sayâ you shook your head âIf you still are working for her this conversation is overâ
A very small wave of panic went into Pointdexterâs spine. But he manages to not let it show âI am no longer work for her. Is that enough?â He looks at her expectantly. His expression never changed but you could hear it in his tone.
Nodding you squint your eyes at him. He adds âShe wanted Foggy dead. But I⊠failedâ he made a strange pause a that.
âI know⊠thatâs another reason as for why I hate herâ
âAnd what is the first reason?â
You look at him, truly not believing he is helping Matt now, not believing that he doesnât take orders from anyone, not believing that he wonât hurt you.
Yet, looking around, you step closer to him as if to tell a secret. âVanessa Mariana... Mrs. Fiskâ you say her married name with distaste in your mouth. âIs a bully⊠sheâs been living on the art business because of how well she speaks about art, but she is a fraud, she only cares about money. She thinks she can do whatever she wants, she abuses of her power and wealth. Instead of doing something better with thatâ even with the mask and face paint, Benjamin Poindexter could still see the anger and passion of how she speaks about her hatred of Vanessa Fisk. âWe had an encounter before, I manage to get out alive, had to change my full vigilante persona because the bitch told all her goons to shoot to kill. A pretentious snob if you ask meâ
Now regulating your breathing, you add âSo⊠like I said before, are you still receiving orders from her? If that so, this conversation is overâ one of your eyebrows arching waiting for his answer.
Bullseye is looking at you with the same intensity âNo, I donât work for her anymoreâ no vacillation in his voice.
You sigh relaxing for a bit. âThen, what do you want from me?â you ask more calmly.
âI want to see your face. Take off your maskâ He gestures with his head to your face to take off your mask. You huff again.
âSays the man who is also covering his face. Not fair.â You reply irked by his demand.
After those words leave your mouth, he takes the end of his mask and pull it to show his face. He always been this good looking? You never saw him close in person, only photos or from afar.
âYour turnâ
You shook your head âNoâ you say defiant âYou will have to earn it, Mr. Pointdexterâ you take some steps backwards to make distance between the both of you.
âBesides, you must be already stalking me at this pointâ Oh, you knew about his habit.
But Benjamin shook his head, a small grin appeared in his handsome face.
âI havenât. Like I said, I wanted to meet properly⊠firstâ there it goes, now you know he will chase you around without you noticing.
Dropping your shoulders, what was Matthew Michael Murdock thinking anyway?
âSee you around, I guess. Byeâ gesturing with your hand flexing all your fingers in an open and close wave. Then, picking your harpoon you took off to another building.
Benjamin Poindexter stayed watching the entire time.
Forget the Past, Enjoy the Present (Jack Salter x Reader)
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lame *ss title.
Disclaimers:
1. I should be sleeping
2. It's been like... 6 years? since the last time I wrote a fanfic
3. I am sorry for the cringey writing, I needed to get this out of my system
4. I only saw the movie 1 time, I hope I can go again before they remove the movie in the cinema
5. annddddd I don't own brands, names and etc. Only the cringe plot
5.5. I don't know much of how motorsports work, maybe when I have more free time I will write something really good, in the meanwhile, I ' m r e a l l y s o r r y
6. Jesus, David Harbour, I love you
Part 2 or a remake of this, yess
There is like a 10 year age gap, I believe Jack was in his 30s when the accident happened, so Reader is in their 20s making their way on racing things.
Italics for past time and details about yourself
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15 years agoâŠ
âThis is devastatingâ a car race has gone wrong before, but this wrong? âJack Salter seems to have lost track of his path along with another racer. Everyone at the expectation of what is going to happen next.
âIs he all right?â Jack asked while the paramedics were taking him into the ambulance âHe seems to be stable, we need to hurryâ, assured his trainer.
âYouâll be okay, Jack, donât fall sleepâ he heard a familiar voice before getting unconscious.
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Present Time
Jack got a call from that stupid gremlin Danny Moore while he was working. Gamer racers? People who probably never drove a real car before on these powerful vehicles? Crazy idea, but here he was.
âOh, but our special team is not complete yetâ Danny was showing him the GT Academy, but once they reached the racetrack for the academy he stopped at the pits. Jack just sighs. âNow what?â
âI want our racers to have a different kind of life experience besides yoursâ Moore gave him a little smile.
âStop talking around the bush, who is itâ
âWell, you know themâ
Jack just closed his eyes.
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A demi sport sedan of (your design) was nearing them on the pits. The driverâs door opened reveling a (your hair color) person. They got closer to them. The marketing expert clapped his hands and opened his arms to embrace Y/N in a hug.
âCanât believe you still are so energetic, Danielâ Y/N greeted him. He smiled but also sensed the tension between the other two. He pulls apart from Y/N and gestured to Jack âIâm pretty sure you remember this big guyâ, Moore gave Jack a gentle pat in his belly, making the taller man grunt.
âOf course, hard to forget a man with his nose. Hello, Jackâ
âHello, Y/Nâ they gave each other a quick look and turn their eyes to any other place possible.
Danny clapped his hands again âWell, letâs get to it!â He gave both Jack and Y/N a pat on their backs before leaving to greet the players.
Once they saw the gaming racers arrive and Jack gave them a depressing speech, Danny introduced Y/N to relieve the pressure of the competitors. âHello, Iâm Y/N, I love racing so much that Iâm an Industrial Designer to understand better everything about cars. Iâm a racer but since I was young, I participated in street racing. Thatâs why Daniel here wanted me in the team, to teach you about how savage real racers will be with you.â They gave them a wink before getting in their place behind Danny.
âAll right, get comfy guys, but not so much because you start your training tomorrowâ the marketer for Nissan dismissed everyone.
Jack was left confused, so they got a degree to understand more about cars?
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A couple months before the accident
âHey, you know it wasnât your fault, right?â they said, Y/Nâs fingers touching only with the tip of the fingers in his shoulder.
âYes it was, I shouldâve more careful!â he got angry, everyone kept saying that it wasnât his fault, that maybe could have happened with another person. He push Y/Nâs hand away, but they got used to that reactions.
âBesides, what do you know about safety? The only track you know is the street, you have never been in a real raceâ He added fueled by the anger remembering the crash and the loss of a life.
âIs as dangerous if not more, but whatever, I tried everything to cheer you up, but it seems that you never bear my presence. Iâm sorry, I hope you find peace someday.â
Y/N met Jack when they started to become more interested in racing in a professional way, not that they doesnât enjoy street racing, but earning cups and medals looked really nice.
Jack doesnât say anything nor gives them a glance. They picked their things up and left him alone in silence.
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The team of Danny Moore, Jack Salter and Y/N worked just fine, even if the racers ended up with mixed instructions from the older racers. Moore found it problematic, he needed Jack to be synergic with Y/N so the racers could get better and better.
âJack, my brotherâ
âWe are not brothersâ
âOh, câmon, we been working for days now.â
âWhaddaya needâ Jack didnât enjoy when people interrupted his Walkmanâs sessions.
âWelp, always straight to the point. The three of us, we are making a great team, but no perfect.â
If Jack got a cent for every time he sighs for something that came out of Dannyâs mouth, he will have tons of money. âNow what, just tell me and I will work on itâ
âNice of you to say that. Apologize to Themâ.
Jack lifted his eyebrows surprised. âYou think thatâs the issue? We are fine, we talk the necessary.â
âYeah, like divorced parents. Thatâs the problemâ
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âI liked the turn you made on that weird curb, but next timeâŠâ Y/N really takes pleasure in giving feedback to the young drivers. Jack approached and cleared his throat; the other instructor paused at the interruption and turned their head.
âYesâŠ?â Y/N raised a brow, clearly confused because Jack never shared a word with them aside from things related with the competitors or Danny (Danny himself is a topic).
âCan we⊠uh, talk, like the two of usâ he tried to say as quiet as possible so the others couldnât hear.
âSure, let me finish with themâ Y/N gave some last instructions to the gamers and then followed him far from the pits.
âWell, I donât know how to startâ
âWhy are we here, thenâ Y/N crossed their arms.
âFine, fine. Look, Iâm sorryâ he ran his hand over his face trying to find the courage. âI⊠what happened 15 years ago wasnât my fault, you were by my side even if I never liked it. I was young and stupid to push you like that. Iâm sorryâ he ended and looked at the (your eye color). "I also took you for granted as a driver, hell you drive better than most of those assholes out there"
They cast their face down for a moment and then up to his eyes. âItâs fine, I appreciate your apology. Everything is in the past nowâ Y/N offered a small smile to him. He nodded his head. "And thanks for the compliment, it means a lot coming from you."
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After that they manage to find a better rhythm of teaching the competitors. A couple of weeks have passed, Y/N and Jack became friends (the first time they met doesnât count to Y/N since it was one-sided). Sharing meals together without Danny.
Danny Moore got an eye for perfect opportunities, and again he found one. He noticed the long glances Jack gave to Y/N, and how he worries when Y/N got in a car to give the gamers extra lessons.
âJack, my brotherâ He said to Jack once they were in the press room alone.
Iâm really rusty, I havenât write a fanfiction in a long time I donât even remember, Sorry if it doesnât make sense.
Finals in college are hell.
Enjoy!
Since Iâm not from the USA letâs pretend PE and the cheerleaders practice on the same place, he
Maybe i will re-write this but Iâm not sure, I should be doing finals homework,
thanks for readinâ
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Life of a hunter is not easy, you have to sleep on crappy motel rooms, eat fast food, getting almost killed, or you end in bath blood even.
But one of the fun things is to dress up, sorry, the fake identities. Whenever Dean and Sam have to investigate and need to pretend to be from the FBI, thatâs a classic, and with their new addition; (Y/N) they have more options. In this particular case of another ghost chasing students, Dean choose to be the PE teacher once again, Sam insisted to be the History teacher, to which Dean said âNerdâ, but (Y/N) didnât want to be a teacher, so her option is a student, yes, she can pass as one.
âI hope she is a cheerleaderâ the older Winchester said to the younger one, to this Sam rolled his eyes. âCâmon you think the same, she is athletic and prettyâ he finished his tie.
Sam sighed âOne, no, I didnât think that, you are the one with a crush on her, second and thatâs why I donât think she would like to be a cheerleader, you know, they tend to be fake and that stuffâ, they were waiting for (Y/N) to be ready, and the curiosity of what kind of student she chose is killing Dean. The taller brother grabbed his briefcase and opened the motel room to wait outside.
âIâm ready!â (Y/N) said leaving the bathroom, her outfit was normal compared to the brothers but that was the point. âThis is what the kids wear this days, isnât it?â Dean tried to hide his gawking but hell she looked really good, high waisted jeans with a simple t-shirt tucked under her trousers. Simple but cute.Â
Before he could drool he said âYeah, you look like one of themâÂ
âYou say that like they are a plague, cowboyâ oh, he loved that nickname.
âWell, kids these days are⊠quite a thingâ Dean added.
âAnyway, we are goinâ to be late if we donât hurryâ she passed Dean, grabbed her backpack and went to Sam ready to get on the Impala.The ride to the High School was comfortable with the three exchanging information and repeating the plan once they are there. It was stupid but Dean kept on insisting that (Y/N) should join the cheerleader team, "is for research purpose!" He said.
âUh, I would think about itâ she said, truth is, she already has a team on her mind.
After a couple of hours.The ring bell sound signaled the students to change their class, so it was time for (Y/N) to reach PE, and Dean couldnât be more excited, short skirt and a crop top that will make him melt.
âThe fuck are those shorts, Deanâ (Y/N) whispered behind the short hair male, he turned so quickly that he almost loses his balance. He wasnât prepared to watch her with a loose basketball t-shirt and matching loose shorts with knee socks, her shorts were longer than the ones Dean was wearing, and then he remembered that she wasnât with them when they did a similar job in the past.
âW-what? These are perfect for sportsâ he stuttered a little âSo I thought you would choose the cheerleader teamâ damn, she looks hot in basketball clothing too, but he wanted the cheerleader uniform!
âI donât like the girls in there, heh. But basketball? I love when I dunk!â she made a motion to shot to the basket âBoom shaka laka!â.Â
Later since that PE class, (Y/N) discovered that the ghost it was a girl and was part of the football soccer team, thanks to a young fan of sports on her basketball team. Meanwhile Sam agreed because of the trophies on the shelves. And Dean, well, he was too distracted watching (Y/N) playing to even investigate.Â
Days has passed and they were still getting information.The first theory was âSo what if she is attached to one of the trophies?â Sam said.
âBut those are for a whole team, it has to go more personal. She was always fighting against the popular girlsâ the (Y/C) hair girl mentioned, she was reading a journal she found on a forgotten locker. âWith this, she showed signs that she liked witchcraftâ
The time to get their hands dirty has come, and it was a tough one, since the ghost has also witch knowledge. All of this happened on school hours, so it was difficult not to attract attention, but they managed to send her far away.Â
Still with their respective gears and looking exhausted they finished the last day of that school day. Â
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 Extended ending NSFW
Moaning can be heard if you payed enough attention.
âDonât stop, you might look stupid in those shorts but are perfect for thisâ (Y/N) said trying to hold on her pleasure. Dean and (Y/N) were on the janitor room doing the do.Â
The Winchester has his shorts on the floor like (Y/N)âs while he was holding her on the wall.âThey have advantageâ he grunted âand donât moan too loud, someone might could hear usâ
Donât come until the egg is broken! (Tom!Peter Parker/Reader)
Iâm back, I loved Tom Holland as Spiderman in Civil War, and I canât get enough of him (both), and also the Pokefever,
I have 17/250, yay... Iâm a lazy mother-effer so I catched them while my dad was driving lol,
aaaand I got the  idea because of a post of a friend of mine, it was a dog with a cellphone on his neck and it says âY no vengas hasta que se rompa el huevo!â (Donât come until the egg is broken!)
Female pronouns, sorry!
Wanting to catch âem all, she called someone that fits her necessities.
âPeteeeeeyâÂ
âI donât like that tone... what do you need, (Y/N)?â Peter was listening the policeâs radio, patrolling like usual. Sometimes he could visit her girlfriend, kiss a little, and talk other little.
âSince you walk a lot-â
âYou know I swing, right?â he just heard her sigh in the other side of the line âI know you know, babe. Whatcha need?â
âCome to my place and I will show youâÂ
The young boy thought she was being flirtatious and agreed.
When he arrived he used the door, she was alone after all. (Y/N) was already waiting for him, she hugged him by the neck and gave him a long kiss.
After running out of breath they pulled apart.
âWhat do you want to do first, hm?â he asked with a smirk. And she answered with a coquette smile, she pulled her phone from her short pocket and placed in Peterâs hand.
âI want you to walk 5 kilometers so the egg is broken, please and thank you very muchâ (Y/N) smiled innocently.
âYou want what?...â he asked incredulous.
âTo walk. Five kilometers. Yesâ she nodded and started pushing Peter from his back to the door.
âI thought you wanted to do something else!âÂ
âYes but when you come back. Remember, walk donât swing, thatâs cheatingâ
He grunted but obliged, and before he could close the door, (Y/N) added.
Helloooo, this is different, I liked Inside Llewyn Davis but at the same time it was a reeaaally sad movie, aaanyway, Oscar is the best so,
Llewyn Davis needs love, donât you seeee
A lot of she/her pronouns, Iâm not good at not using pronouns sorry
*(F/D)= Favourite Drink
Warning: Swearing(?)
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Llewyn Davis x Reader
Inside Llewyn Davis Imagine
The 60âs were tough years for everyone. In addition, (Y/N) knew that.
She knew that when she decided to be a publicist, she loved everything about that but let just say she was having a really hard time trying to get a job, getting one or another occasionally but nothing serious.
On top of that, her parents could not help her all the time, every few months they would send money, and she would be more than happy.
It was just past afternoon when (Y/N) decided to Caffe Reggio for a well-deserved (F/D), she found an offer for an music album cover, heading there will clear her mind to get to work.
But in her walk she got distracted by a cat, an orange tabby, she told herself, it was normally walking down the street, she knew it wasnât a street cat, this one looked more clean with sort of⊠manners.
âIt might be lostâ she muttered and knelt down to pick the medium size cat, her expectations of the cat having an owner became true when the cat didnât react by scratching her.
 âWhoâs couch are you on tonight?â A very grumpy looking woman asked.
âI told you, Al Codyâsâ
The man besides her answered, they looked like arguing. But she stopped mid-sentence because of the man who was tensing, and then he raised from his seat looking out the window.
ââŠYou donât listen, you just- spout vitriolâŠâ he said, the woman now confused looked as he entered in a trance muttering something, his eyes widened even more, before running way he just told the woman â⊠Keep an eye on my shit!â
He was trying to regulate his breathing, (Y/N) just waited patiently.
âHi-, ah, hi!, Iâm sorry Itâs justâ he inhaled deeply âThe cat-â (Y/N) raised the cat with her arm âYes, that cat! Itâs mine, well not mine-mine, but it is from a friendâ
âOh, right, hereâ she handed the cat.
âIâm sorry I-â he looked closely to her, she is gorgeousž he tought. âIâm Llewynâ he clumsily extended his hand.
âHello, Iâm (Y/N)â she gave him a timid smile.
âNice to meet you!â Llewyn smiled widely â⊠were you going somewhere?â
âYes, right hereâ she pointed to Coffe Reggioâs banner.
âIâm here too, I mean⊠I came from there, you knowâ Llewyn was having a hard time talking to (Y/N), he was distracted by her beauty.
âItâs a pretty cool place isnât it?⊠Well I came here to buy coffee soâŠâ
âYeah, yes, sorry just, thank you!â
âOh, itâs nothing, I saw it a few minutes ago and I picked it upâ while saying this they entered the coffee shop.
âAt least let me buy you coffeeâ he offered.
âNo, no! Itâs fine, it was nothingâ
Suddenly, Llewyn remembered Jean sitting in front of them.
âGod damn. I am one lucky bastard. Thank you for suggesting this placeâ he showed Jean the cat. She did not know what to say and much less with the pretty girl that was besides Llewyn. âOh! She is (Y/N), (Y/N) this is Jean. (Y/N) helped me find this little friendâ he gestured the cat.
Both of the girls waved awkwardly to each other. (Y/N) noticed how Jean clenched her jaw and looked like her palm would bleed any time soon, was she his girlfriend? She looks like she hates him.
âYou must be careful with himâ Jean said breaking the silence, (Y/N) gave her a confused look âHe might impregnate youâ she said casually.
(Y/N)âs eyes opened and her lips parted slightly.
Llewyn face palmed while groaning âDonât mind her, she is really angry at meâ
Jean crossed her arms. There again, the awkward silence.
âEr⊠itâs okay, well I will not interrupt you more. See you aroundâ (Y/N) bowed her head in both directions and just walked in a politely fast way.
âYou didnât need to say that, that was rude, you knowâ Llewyn seated himself again in his place in the table.
A mix between The Earthâs Mightiest Heroes cartoon and Age of Ultron
He was lonely⊠He donât even need another one by his side, Vision doesnât count, he is more like his pet, so he doesnât care what happens to him, if he fails he will be destroyed, that simple.
But⊠while watching the humanity through the cameras of every street in his hacking, he saw different couples, female and male, female and female, male and male, so many ways of coupling.
At some point he even though about someone to be by his side.
  NO, ERROR.
That was a wrong thing in his system, he was better than his brainâs creator, he doesnât need feelings to rule the world.
His army was good enough, a little clumsy but nothing he couldnât fix with perfecting the code, and their material.
He was perfect, of course, on his own.
He doesnât need his humanly called âother halfâ, or he do?
And again, ERROR.
He canât have the luxury of having those feelings, he has Avengers to kill, a world to rule.
But what if he has something with he could change opinions, even ideas. No, no, no.
He punched hard the table, it bruised a bit, obviously suffering for the bad using of Ultron.
âVisionâ he called the green with red face machine.
âYes, masterâ so he came trespassing the walls like they werenât there.
"Go to the Stark archives and look for the project AMBROSINEâ was his only command.
âMaster, but that isâŠâ
âJUST GOâ he demanded.
Vision didnât have another option and just left the room.
Leaving Ultron alone again. Naturally.
So he started the AMBROSINE Project.
An average man would build it in more than a year, he wasnât an average man, not even a man if thatâs so.
"You called, master?â asked Vision entering the room.
âYes, I did.â Vision got closer to Ultron and looked a blanket covering something.
To keep the surprise he didnât tried to use his vision to see what it was.
Ultron pull over the blanket revealing a robot, but this one looked less rough, the features was more angelical, resembling a human female.
Vision was truly confused of his masterâs decision, but never questioned it.
After typing some codes, Ultron made the female robot blink, signaling that she was âaliveâ.
âWelcome to the world Ambrosineâ he said.
Vision also noticed the tone that Ultron used, it was less rude, still firm, but less rude after all.
âThanks, masterâ Ambrosineâs voice sounded harmonically compared with his and Ultron voices.
âCall me Ultron. But youâll be (Y/N) by nowâ
The female only nodded, and started moving her hands to get used to it, then she proceeded to move her legs until she was in front of Vision âYou must be The Vision, I am correct?â she asked politely.
âYes, you are correctâ he answered, he never will say it but he felt happily from finally talking with another voice.
Before (Y/N) could say anything else to Vision, Ultron took her by her metallic and hard hip âIâm going to show you the placeâ he simply said.
The tour was kinda short but (Y/N) looked curiously everywhere, listening to everything Ultron had to say.
Months passed, (Y/N) was always by Ultronâs side, leaving him when he asked for it.
Even for a machine he could 'feel' (Y/N)'s fingers trace his face design.
He hate it, but at the same time enjoyed it.
Was he in love? Afirmative.
Pietro Maximoff(Quicksilver)/Reader
Marvel Imagine
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After the chocolate incident, the title Pietro gave that moment.
He decided to take the things slow⊠Slow itâs a weird word in his vocabulary⊠and nature, so there they were all the Avengers, and of course her.
âListen,â Fury said in the intercom of the quinjet, âSounds like an easy mission but is not! So yâall gonna take this seriouslyâ
The mission was about entering a castle in a place called Latveria or something like that.
Pietro didnât pay attention, he was looking at (Y/N), and opposed to him she was intensely listening to Nick Fury.
Should I ask her for a date after the mission or before?...
âCâmon, Avengers. Letâs kick some assesâ said Iron Man, making the speedster woke up of his dream, he just nodded and followed everyone.
They dispersed, Natasha and Clint were on the trees watching every move, Thor and Hulk were in the land.
Tony was trying to fly without being caught, (Y/N) was next to the Captain, Pietro wished he was by her side, he doesnât have anything against his sister but for a moment he could have a different partner.
âI know what youâre thinkinââ Wanda whispered to his brother.
âUh? What?â damn, he was day dreaming again.
âIs better if you wait until we are done with this mission, you know to invite herâ
Wanda was used to this kind of thing, Pietro speaking fast when he is nervous or excited, maybe is both in this moment.
She just sighed and shook her head kinda disappointed. He inhaled the much needed air.
âGuys! I think a camera saw me, get ready to fightâ Iron Man said through the comm.
The battle against the robots started, it was easy, some have lasers that Pietro quickly (pun really intented) avoided, others saw that Hulk smashed without a problem.
(Y/N) fighted alongside with Natasha and Clint.
Iron Man was shooting fire and tiny missiles, while Thor played I can destroy more robots than you with Hulk.
âIt is just me or this is too easy?â Pietro said smirking and crossing his arms.
(Y/N) and Wanda rolled their eyes to that comment.
A hidden now visibly door opened, reveling two giant war robots.
(Y/N) grunted, her eyes glowed signaling that she was trying to enter the robotâs mind âI knew it, this is not a truly IA, this more like someone is controlling them with magicâ
Iron Man did the same but searching for what kind of technology were using.
âThatâs true, theyâre not completely robotic, so who is behind them?â
âYa mean the Master of Puppets?â (Y/N) answered to enlighten the mood, Tony had a half smile, and she knew it.
âI got that reference!â Pietro said from the other side, but then noticed he looked kinda stupid for yelling it.
âGoodâ was her only answer.
After a long time, where everyone were fighting by and then the robots, and also looking for more secret paths.
Quicksilver kept thinking about where he could take her in a date.
âPietroâ her voice saying his name was like the perfect chorus.
âPietroâ
âPietro!â so she was truly saying his name.
âWhatâs wrong?!â he asked alarmed.
âYou went in the wrong way so I followed you, you were in a trance⊠is something bothering you?â
He decided to stay in silence for a moment, planning exactly what he is going to say.
âNothingâ he said with a smile.
Shit, was he thought, he has to be stubborn.
âOkay⊠we can pretend that is nothingâ she said looking somewhere else but not his eyes.
He swallowed and looked everywhere. âWeâre lostâ he commented randomly.
He knew he was making a fool of himself in front of her.
(Y/N) hummed agreeing.
She started touching the walls, Pietro arched his brow but let her be.
âThis place block my powers so I canât know where the others areâ
With a very awkward silence Pietro shifted uncomfortably in his place while (Y/N) was sat in the ground facing a wall.
âWellâ he started nervous âthe reason I was distracted is becauseâŠâ the woman turned her head a little to listen, but he couldnât finish, a bright light was in the middle of the room, he ran and stayed in front of (Y/N) protectively.
What looks like a man appeared, wearing a green cape with a hood, underneath was a shiny armour.
It seemed obviously angry.
âBefore I kill the both of you, I demand to know what are you doing hereâ the thing said in a deep voice.
âHum, no, no, thatâs not how the things work here, big guy. Who are you?â Pietro answered cocky.
He tried to touch (Y/N) to know if she still there, but he felt nothing.
But he did not let his guard down.
âI asked first. Iâm Doctor Doom, and this is my castleâ (Y/N) came from behind Doctor Doom to attack him but fail, the image was just an illusion, damn those illusions, Pietro remembered.
âWhat!? It looked real!â (Y/N) screamed angry. âAh!â a stabbing pain was invading her head, dropping on her knees she hold her head.
Quicksilver noticed this and came to help her âWhat is it?â he tried to know the reason but the woman couldnât say anything.
âShe is just paying for that little stuntâ another Doctor Doom illusion appeared âIf you donât go now that can be worseâ
Days passed and Pietro was a lot worried about (Y/N)'s health, after that âencounterâ with Doctor Doom, (Y/N) faint and havenât woke up.
âYou should restâ Wanda commented one day.
âNo. Itâs my fault she is hurtâ He ran his hand over his face.
âThatâs not trueâ
âIt is! I was distracted, so she followed me to make sure I was okay⊠I guessâ defeated he stood from his chair next to (Y/N).
A little sound make him stop, it sounded like someone trying to talk.
âPietroâ (Y/N) opened her eyes searching for him.
âIâm⊠here. Iâm hereâ He smiled to her and took her hand in his big ones.
âIâm so sorryâ he said multiple times in a fast way.
âSh⊠just shut up and listenâ she said a little sleepy. Pietro obeyed and looked at her.
âYes, I want to go in a date with youâ
Pietro blushed like a tomato and said âH-how do you know that?â
âIâm sorryâ she started âI read your mind during the mission, you really looked like something was troubling you. I donât read minds without permission, you knowâ
âItâs okay, I understand⊠wellâ he disappeared, leaving a (Y/H) woman confused for a moment until he appeared again.
He brought a tray with better than hospital food.
âThis is for you, uhm, usâ
(Y/N) smiled nodding âThank youâ
So thatâs how they started a mini date in the S.H.I.E.L.D Hospital for agents.
Too lonely, letâs be together (Ronan The Accuser/Reader)
Ronan The Accuser/Reader
Marvel Imagine
âWeâre landing on a desert spot on Sakaar, Ronanâ informed the luphomoid by the name of Nebula, she came and saw the tall kree siting is his âthroneâ and rolled her eyes when he wasnât looking.
âGoodâ was his simply answer âMake Korath and his squad to look for the Orbâ
Yes, that was the reason they were there, Ronan with his army just have to move his finger and they will do whatever he wants.
Thatâs why they were in Sakaar looking for the Orb. Ronan always seemed like the big boss, after Thanos of course.
With his deep voice, his height and musculature frame. The terror of a few, attractive for others.
He just kept polishing his Universal Weapon, after thirty minutes he decided to ask âWhy are they taking so much?â Nebula was about to answer when the doors opened so the squad could get it.
Ronan decided to get up and walk to them âKorath, reportâ he demanded.
âNothing, Master. Only rubbleâ The tall kree just grunted and told them to leave.
But a peculiar soldier stood there, making Nebula frown and she got closer to the soldier âWhy are you still here?â she hissed.
Ronan turned to the two people a little curious, and then he saw it.
The soldier took of his mask and hood.
â(Y/N)âŠâ Ronan said not so angry but enough deep to make Nebula take a step back from the other female.
That was (Y/N), or (Y/N) The Errant an Imperial Sakaaran exiled from her own Empire for being rebellious.
With her pink skin and those unique marks in each of her cheekbones, (Y/H) hair color in a high ponytail.
âThis is how you greet and old friend, honey?â the Sakaaran asked in a pout.
Ronan answered in a cold way âYou and I were and never will friendsâ
A long time ago, when a not so arrogant kree was in Sakaar attending political issue, he met a female, he obviously wouldnât forget her, no one else has those birth marks on cheekbones.
The reason of Ronan âhatingâ her (but not so special like he hates everyone else) was because after the reunion of the important people there, he couldn't find his Universal Weapon.
By the time he could find it, she was holding and taking a look of it.
No one messes with his stuff.
It was kinda childish, but thatâs it.
(Y/N) didnât care about the presence of Nebula, so she walks so slowly moving her hips and smiling mischievously.
âWhat brings you here, oh mighty Ronanâ she started touching the kreeâs chest, detailing everything of his armor.
He was stoic, not changing his posture for any reason, but his breathing was a little heavier, and the female noticed that and bit her lip.
âDoes not concern to youâ he was about to move his hand to remove hers but he didnât.
(Y/N) just sighed and removed her hand by herself âWell, I meant to give you a good welcome but is not my concern soâŠâ she pretended to leave taking steps back from Ronan.
âNebula, leaveâ he commanded to the blue female.
Shocked for the sudden change she wanted to know why âBut she is the intruder!â
âDonât use that tone with me, Nebula. Now, goâ Nebula wanted to rip that femaleâs head off her body; meanwhile (Y/N) was smiling and waving her hand as a goodbye.
Females, Ronan was thinking.
The kree took (Y/N) by the back of her neck and brought her closer almost kissing her.
âAp, ap, ap. Not this time, big blue guyâ she got off his grip and push Ronan to make him sit in his throne and sat on the armrest.
She saw that he never dropped his weapon. âDarling, give that to meâ with her foot she pressed his chest, he never objected and let her took his hammer.
âI remembered lighterâ she commented.
âIt has faced so many battlesâ She nodded understanding, and placed the big weapon aside the throne.
Then proceeded to took him by his chin making him look at her right in her eyes, his eyes that saw a lot of killing, destruction, and places, seemed kinda tired but with so much strength.
âI still want that kissâ she admitted.
After chasing the female sakaaran from all over the place, she finally stopped right in front of a fountain with a pretty purple liquid, when Ronan stood a few steps from her recovering his breath, he saw her smiling and bringing his hammer.
When he was about to took it, she placed it behind her.
âIâm (Y/N), and you?â she said looking up to the kree.
âI donât care who you areâ
âFine, then. You have to give me a kiss, first!â
He frowned âAnd why should I?â
âYou want your hammer back, donât you?â she kept smiling and waiting for her request.
âItâs called Universal Weapon, you nipper. Just give it backâ he said almost getting angry, she looked down ashamed and placed the hammer in front of him.
When he took it she ran away from him.
Their lips were an inch to touch, Ronan closed his eyes and surprisingly caressed (Y/N)âs cheek.
The kiss was between soft and hungry, a curious mix.
The pair never heard the door open with Korath entering âMasterâŠâ he never meant to interrupt, and Nebula didnât mentioned that Ronan want a time alone.
âI said, leave!â He screamed angry.
Korath swallowed, without a word just leaved.
âThat was rude, you knowâ (Y/N) said kissing Ronanâs neck making him letting out a slight moan.
âDo you have a home?â He asked from nowhere.
âNo, you should know Iâm (Y/N) The Errant now. After opposing on everything back in Sakaarâ her face showed sadness but returning to the carefree and happy behavior.
âStay by my side, thenâ
His âsuggestionâ surprised her âYou mean, you want me to stick with you in this ship?â she faked deliberation about the offer, then places a quick kiss to the kreeâs corner lips and adds âI will gather my thingsâ and before exiting the ship ended âIf I know you leaved me, you should know I will chase you till deadâ winking she left Ronan alone in his throne.
Something you donât know about Dean (Dean/Reader)
Dean Winchester x Reader
Supernatural
Warning; reaaally sexual content
You didnât like witches, you never did.
But this! It was something unbelievable.
All started when you were in a hunt with Sam and Dean looking for a witch that was taking revenge of her ex classmates from high school who bullied her. Yeah, you dealt with witches before.
Sam found the witchâs secret place, with one of his spells and recipes. Â On your way on the back seat of the Impala you were thinking what would feel be an animal. Random thoughts, uh?
Dean has told you something similar, when he was in the mind melt with the Colonel. But it wasnât the same, at least not to you, walk in four paws, having super hearing, a tail, that kind of stuff.
So deep in your mind that you didnât hear Dean knocking on your window.
âWake up, doll!â
âYeah, coming!â you grunt a little before exiting the car.
Easy cake, was something you expected. But no.
That damn witch gave you one of the big fights of your life. You were distracted by a pain on your ribs and never noticed when the witch cast a spell on you, â(Y/N) watch out!â you turn too late and didnât catch what she said, Dean came from behind and hit her in the head, knocking her out.
âGood jobâ you managed to said before passing out.
A few hours later you woke up, but not at all, just could hear what Dean and Sam were saying.
âSam, what if that damn witch made her sleep forever?!â Dean said between a yell and a whisper.
âI doubt that, some of the words in the spell didnât say something like thatâ
Sam was looking in the internet and books for any clue of what the witch has done to you. Meanwhile Dean were walking one side to another in the Library of the Bunker, âI just hope isnât something that badâ he ran a hand across his face.
They didnât hear when you walk down the stairs and appeared in the doorframe.
âUh, guys I can hear you from all the place, my head hurts and everything did you kill the witch?â you were holding your head with one hand.
âWell yes but-â Dean was cutting by the sight of you.
You had two considerably size cat ears, and also a cat tail.
You noticed the silence and look at the two brothers, âWhatâs wrong guys? Do I have something on my face?â
âYou could say thatâŠâ Sam mumbled with wide eyes.
âW-what is it?!â you got a little nervous by the reactions.
Dean took you by the shoulders and guide you to the mirror nearby.
âWHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK!?â you made a face of horror, with shaky hands you touched your fluffy (H/C) ears, Â but felt a thingy thing on your back, you turn and saw Dean playing with your tail, A TAIL?!
âI-, how this happened? Oh! donât say it, it was that fucking witch! Damn it, I know that bitch did stupid spellâ
Sam was holding his laugh pursing his lips, all the scenery was funny, your horror face, Dean playing with your tail. Fantastic.
âI could expect this from Gabriel, wherever he is!â you said angrily.
âHey, is not that bad, you look⊠goodâ
You look at Dean, he had an indecipherable face, you could say that he was enjoying the moment.
You sigh and ask Sam âDo you know a thing yet? Like when Iâll be back to⊠ânormalâ?â he shook his head, you drop your shoulders in defeat and went to the kitchen âI want tunaâŠâ you half whispered.
You felt a presence behind you but never turn, by the smell you knew it was Dean. But why?
âWanna sandwich?â you offered without looking at him.
âNo thanksâ
Truth is, he couldnât take his eyes off you. The way your ears move with each sound you or anyone made, or your tail betwixt your ass hanging lazily while youâre humming. You were moving with grace like a big cat.
Yes, Dean Winchester has a kink.
A kink of neko style. You can blame the hentai.
You turn and lay your back on the kitchen den âYouâre quietâ you state to Dean.
âWhat you mean?â he ask with a hint of nervousness.
âIf I donât you know better, you should be doing jokes about my appearanceâ you said chewing your tuna sandwich.
He shook his head and went back to Sam.
After saying your goodbyes you went to your bedroom, you didnât had a routine but you felt with the need to stretch your back doing something that look like the Downward Dog, you purr content and gave the new visitor a nice view of your ass.
âI didnât know you practice yoga, (Y/N)â
You let out a little scream âDean! You scare meâ you put a hand on your chest, breathing a snort.
âSorryâ he said in a whisper. But no, he is not sorry.
âWhat brings you here then?â with your ears high you look at him expecting an explanation.
He didnât say a thing, with a smirk he come closer to you making you nervous.
When he was a mere inches of your face he said in your cat ear âIt time for you to know that I love girls with catâs ears and tailâ he then licks your cheek making you blush.
You felt a thing inside of you, like an instinct, your eyes change, not in a physical way, they filled in a sensual way. You grab Dean by the neck caressing his hair and lick his lips.
Dean happy with that he grabs you by the hips and with one hand he pet your back. You again purr content in his ear.
You lead him to the bed and make him lay down there. You place yourself with both your legs in each side of his hips. Giving him a mini lap dance whereas you took off your tank top making your breast bounce.
Dean was trying to suppress a moan but fail in a sexy way.
You both made love all night. You had dates before but nothing serious, hoping the cat features gave you a push to be a couple you just nuzzled your nose in Deanâs neck while sleeping.
If youâre wondering, yes I am the same person as in AO3 and Wattpad, xoxo
(Y/N) was an Avenger along time ago, maybe not a co-founder or something, but still important.
A good fighter like Natasha Romanova, telepathic powers like Charles Xavier.
She was back of a normal mission, rescue a girl of some mafia man, easy cake. With sleepy eyes she was on her way to the forty-five floor to see Nick Fury, now that he is the Director of the new S.H.I.E.L.D building.
"I'm here, watcha' need, Nicholas?" rubbing her eyes she didn't notice a two extra pair of eyes on her.
"Now that you are here, let me introduce you two new peers for the Avengers team" Nick clap his hands making (Y/N)'s eyes snap open coming back to reality.
She saw a boy and a girl, the boy has this silver or ir was white hair?, a light stubble, grey-blue eyes, the girl who has similar facial characteristics, dark brown hair with smoke eyes, dark dress and a red jacket. Interesting.
"This is Pietro and Wanda Maximoff, he is fast, she has magic powers" the man with the black coat said simply.
The three of them stare at each other for a couple of seconds. Until (Y/N) broke the awkward stare challenge with a big smile on her face, making Wanda chuckle a little. They where so deep in their conversation that didn't noticed when Nick Fury had just let them meet each other.
"I'm (Y/F/N) but I think Nick already told'ya" she offered her hand to shake in Wanda's direction, but Pietro was fast enough to shake it first.
With a grin he said "Is a pleasure to see you..." the woman just arch her brow a little, making Pietro realise what he just said. "I mean! I a pleasure to meet you, yeah that's what I meant, you are pretty by the way" he gave her a nervous smile.
She nodded her head and shake Wanda's hand too.
"I would like to talk to you but I really need some sleep, see you around later?" (Y/N) offered. The twins accepted, Pietro keep his blush.
When the woman was out of sight, Wanda laughed in his brother's face.
"And that...was so creepy, Pete"
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One week has passed since that meeting, the twins now living in Avengers Tower.
Pietro tried to make a normal conversation with the woman. That was until he trips on his talk (by trip I mean saying something weird), wanting him to disappear.
He could still remember one time he tried to talk to her on the Gym, he talked so fast, and by the end of his paragraph he wondered why she didn't reply, then he noticed she was wearing earphones.
Two young agents giggle in silence.
When (Y/N) turned her head to Pietro she wave her hand smiling, he returned the gesture with a little smile, then she go back to her business.
Sighing in defeat, he runs fast out of the Gym, making the (H/C) woman the feel air moves her hair.
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Now Pietro decided to give her chocolates and a flower, in person.
That's what he thought.
The silver hair man was in front of her door, deciding to knock the door or not.
In a weak attemp, he was two-inches to almost knock, but nope.
"Hello brother" Wanda appeared in the end of the hallway, Pietro look at her and sigh precupied for that mischief smile she was wearing.
"Hi..." he said in a whisper. Eyes scanning every movement of his twin.
"What are you doing?" Wanda was almost close of (Y/N)'s door.
"Nothing to worry you" the mutant tried to touch his sister's shoulder to stop her, only to be meeting an illusion, he turn his head.
Knock Knock.
"Wait, no!" he said nervously.
"You will thank me!" Wanda run and turn in the other end of the hallway.
"Coming!" said the voice in the other side of the door.
Pietro felt his face heat, looking in every place possible, he just think in putting the chocolate's box and the flower on the floor and run fast as possible before (Y/N) can open the door.
"Yes?" but was meeting by and empty hall, she picked up the box and the flower, and looked in both of the hall sides "That's weird..."
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Later that day, Pietro headed to the Avengers kitchen, it smelled like... chocolate? He looked around, and saw Natasha eating a bite, Thor eating too, Steve Rogers was on his third bite, even Bruce!
"Hey, Pietro! Want a chocolate?" (Y/N) greet the speedster man happily.
You were starving, no⊠that was too much, just hungry for a snack.
Been waiting for at least three hours was tedious, yes, you were a soon-to-be actress, new in all of this. And by this, I mean in auditions. Three hours and so many girls that makes time for you to keep reading your script.
You knew this is going to be a good movie, especially because of one actor in particular.
This day wasnât your best, your alarm rang and you thought you were late, then you forgot your coat, it was freezing, but you just let it go and keep walking. You trip and almost fall in the entrance of the building, and the cherry of the cake was your cellphone running low of battery.
Now your body was calling for you to put something on your stomach, you didnât want to faint in the middle of your audition.
So here you where, in front of a vending machine, looking for something eatable without getting bad breath, nor something between your teeth.
You decide for a potatoes chip bag, putting the coins on the hole, and pressing every button⊠yes, come here bag⊠it falls and⊠it gets stuck in the little space between the entrance and the spring.
âYou got to be kidding meâ. You murmur to yourself.
You donât know how much time you have until your turn so you act quickly and do the first thing it cross your mind; put your arm inside the machine. Making some movements you did it!
âOh shitâ. Now your elbow was the one to be stuck, without dropping the bag you tried to free yourself from the machine.
Struggling for about ten minutes you start to panic.
âYou need any help, maâam?â. You made a little jump for the fear, and think maybe heâs watching your butt moving. Without turning you said.
âNo, huh⊠Iâm fine!â. The man didnât respond and just came closer to you, your breath fasten thinking what he would do. He just hold your arm and in some way he let your arm go free of the machineâs mouth.
âThere you goâ. He said with a smile.
And itâs the moment were you just look at him, blonde, bright blue eyes, a matching beard with that light brown hair. Itâs Chris freakinâ Evans.
âThank youâŠâ. Answering in a shy way you wonder if you were blushing mad.
âNo problemâ. After a moment of silence were you couldnât look up he adds. âSo, are you here for the audition too?â
âYesâ. You said almost immediately. âI mean⊠yes, yes I amâ. More confidently.
âGood, I want to see you. I have to go back, see you there!â. He goodbyes to you.
Leaving you in the middle of the hall with your potato chip bag in hand.
