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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 ago…

“This is devastating” a car race has gone wrong before, but this wrong? “Jack Salter seems to have lost track of his path along with another racer. Everyone at the expectation of what is going to happen next.

“Is he all right?” Jack asked while the paramedics were taking him into the ambulance “He seems to be stable, we need to hurry”, assured his trainer.

“You’ll be okay, Jack, don’t fall sleep” 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.

“Oh, but our special team is not complete yet” Danny was showing him the GT Academy, but once they reached the racetrack for the academy he stopped at the pits. Jack just sighs. “Now what?”

“I want our racers to have a different kind of life experience besides yours” Moore gave him a little smile.

“Stop talking around the bush, who is it”

“Well, you know them”

Jack just closed his eyes.

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A demi sport sedan of (your design) was nearing them on the pits. The driver’s 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.

“Can’t believe you still are so energetic, Daniel” 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 “I’m pretty sure you remember this big guy”, Moore gave Jack a gentle pat in his belly, making the taller man grunt.

“Of course, hard to forget a man with his nose. Hello, Jack”

“Hello, Y/N” they gave each other a quick look and turn their eyes to any other place possible.

Danny clapped his hands again “Well, let’s get to it!” 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. “Hello, I’m Y/N, I love racing so much that I’m an Industrial Designer to understand better everything about cars. I’m a racer but since I was young, I participated in street racing. That’s why Daniel here wanted me in the team, to teach you about how savage real racers will be with you.” They gave them a wink before getting in their place behind Danny.

“All right, get comfy guys, but not so much because you start your training tomorrow” 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

“Hey, you know it wasn’t your fault, right?” they said, Y/N’s fingers touching only with the tip of the fingers in his shoulder.

“Yes it was, I should’ve more careful!” he got angry, everyone kept saying that it wasn’t his fault, that maybe could have happened with another person. He push Y/N’s hand away, but they got used to that reactions.

“Besides, what do you know about safety? The only track you know is the street, you have never been in a real race” He added fueled by the anger remembering the crash and the loss of a life.

“Is as dangerous if not more, but whatever, I tried everything to cheer you up, but it seems that you never bear my presence. I’m sorry, I hope you find peace someday.”

Y/N met Jack when they started to become more interested in racing in a professional way, not that they doesn’t enjoy street racing, but earning cups and medals looked really nice.

Jack doesn’t 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.

“Jack, my brother”

“We are not brothers”

“Oh, c’mon, we been working for days now.”

“Whaddaya need” Jack didn’t enjoy when people interrupted his Walkman’s sessions.

“Welp, always straight to the point. The three of us, we are making a great team, but no perfect.”

If Jack got a cent for every time he sighs for something that came out of Danny’s mouth, he will have tons of money. “Now what, just tell me and I will work on it”

“Nice of you to say that. Apologize to Them”.

Jack lifted his eyebrows surprised. “You think that’s the issue? We are fine, we talk the necessary.”

“Yeah, like divorced parents. That’s the problem”

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“I liked the turn you made on that weird curb, but next time…” 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.

“Yes…?” 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).

“Can we… uh, talk, like the two of us” he tried to say as quiet as possible so the others couldn’t hear.

“Sure, let me finish with them” Y/N gave some last instructions to the gamers and then followed him far from the pits.

“Well, I don’t know how to start”

“Why are we here, then” Y/N crossed their arms.

“Fine, fine. Look, I’m sorry” he ran his hand over his face trying to find the courage. “I… what happened 15 years ago wasn’t my fault, you were by my side even if I never liked it. I was young and stupid to push you like that. I’m sorry” 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. “It’s fine, I appreciate your apology. Everything is in the past now” 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 doesn’t 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.

“Jack, my brother” He said to Jack once they were in the press room alone.

“Jesus Christ, now what?”

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I should probably go to sleep…

I should probably-

I should-

Fuck it.

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Cheerleader? Ha.  (Dean Winchester x Reader)

Hello? is anybody out there? 

I’m really rusty, I haven’t write a fanfiction in a long time I don’t even remember, Sorry if it doesn’t make sense.

Finals in college are hell.

Enjoy!

Since I’m not from the USA let’s pretend PE and the cheerleaders practice on the same place, he

Maybe i will re-write this but I’m not sure, I should be doing finals homework,

thanks for readin’

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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, that’s 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 “Nerd”, but (Y/N) didn’t want to be a teacher, so her option is a student, yes, she can pass as one.

“I hope she is a cheerleader” the older Winchester said to the younger one, to this Sam rolled his eyes. “C’mon you think the same, she is athletic and pretty” he finished his tie.

Sam sighed “One, no, I didn’t think that, you are the one with a crush on her, second and that’s why I don’t think she would like to be a cheerleader, you know, they tend to be fake and that stuff”, 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.

“I’m ready!” (Y/N) said leaving the bathroom, her outfit was normal compared to the brothers but that was the point. “This is what the kids wear this days, isn’t it?” 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. 

Before he could drool he said “Yeah, you look like one of them” 

“You say that like they are a plague, cowboy” oh, he loved that nickname.

“Well, kids these days are… quite a thing” Dean added.

“Anyway, we are goin’ to be late if we don’t hurry” 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.

“Uh, I would think about it” 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 couldn’t be more excited, short skirt and a crop top that will make him melt.

“The fuck are those shorts, Dean” (Y/N) whispered behind the short hair male, he turned so quickly that he almost loses his balance. He wasn’t 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 wasn’t with them when they did a similar job in the past.

“W-what? These are perfect for sports” he stuttered a little “So I thought you would choose the cheerleader team” damn, she looks hot in basketball clothing too, but he wanted the cheerleader uniform!

“I don’t like the girls in there, heh. But basketball? I love when I dunk!” she made a motion to shot to the basket “Boom shaka laka!”. 

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. 

Days has passed and they were still getting information.The first theory was “So what if she is attached to one of the trophies?” Sam said.

“But those are for a whole team, it has to go more personal. She was always fighting against the popular girls” the (Y/C) hair girl mentioned, she was reading a journal she found on a forgotten locker. “With this, she showed signs that she liked witchcraft”

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. 

Still with their respective gears and looking exhausted they finished the last day of that school day.  

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 Extended ending NSFW

Moaning can be heard if you payed enough attention.

“Don’t stop, you might look stupid in those shorts but are perfect for this” (Y/N) said trying to hold on her pleasure. Dean and (Y/N) were on the janitor room doing the do. 

The Winchester has his shorts on the floor like (Y/N)’s while he was holding her on the wall.“They have advantage” he grunted “and don’t moan too loud, someone might could hear us”

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Fic

I want Deathstroke/Slade Wilson fanfics asap PLEAAASE

I mean, I really liked Joe Manganiello as Deathstoke, to me he looks good and handsome (don’t forget handsome plz)

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First trailer and an Imagine already, Let me love you ♡♡

“ You mean, we’re in?” you asked, playfully punching him in the shoulder.

“ Ouch, yeah I mean we’re in.” he smiled. 

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Don’t come until the egg is broken! (Tom!Peter Parker/Reader)

I’m back, I loved Tom Holland as Spiderman in Civil War, and I can’t get enough of him (both), and also the Pokefever, I have 17/250, yay... I’m 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 “Y no vengas hasta que se rompa el huevo!” (Don’t come until the egg is broken!) Female pronouns, sorry!

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(Y/N) had really bad crams, but her Pokémon addiction was getting the best of her.

Wanting to catch ‘em all, she called someone that fits her necessities.

“Peteeeeey” 

“I don’t like that tone... what do you need, (Y/N)?” Peter was listening the police’s radio, patrolling like usual. Sometimes he could visit her girlfriend, kiss a little, and talk other little.

“Since you walk a lot-”

“You know I swing, right?” he just heard her sigh in the other side of the line “I know you know, babe. Whatcha need?”

“Come to my place and I will show you” 

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.

“What do you want to do first, hm?” he asked with a smirk. And she answered with a coquette smile, she pulled her phone from her short pocket and placed in Peter’s hand.

“I want you to walk 5 kilometers so the egg is broken, please and thank you very much” (Y/N) smiled innocently.

“You want what?...” he asked incredulous.

“To walk. Five kilometers. Yes” she nodded and started pushing Peter from his back to the door.

“I thought you wanted to do something else!” 

“Yes but when you come back. Remember, walk don’t swing, that’s cheating”

He grunted but obliged, and before he could close the door, (Y/N) added.

“And don’t come ‘til the egg is broken!”

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Meeting Llewyn Davis

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, don’t you seeee

A lot of she/her pronouns, I’m 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 60’s 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 wasn’t a street cat, this one looked more clean with sort of… manners.

“It might be lost” she muttered and knelt down to pick the medium size cat, her expectations of the cat having an owner became true when the cat didn’t react by scratching her.

With her original plan, (Y/N) just headed to the café.

 “Who’s couch are you on tonight?” A very grumpy looking woman asked.

“I told you, Al Cody’s”

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.

“…You don’t listen, you just- spout vitriol…” 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 “… Keep an eye on my shit!”

She saw a woman walking past the café with an orange cat, the same thing the man saw.

Before (Y/N) got the chance to enter the café she saw a bearded man walking really fast towards her, she stopped abruptly to avoid crashing with him.

He was trying to regulate his breathing, (Y/N) just waited patiently.

“Hi-, ah, hi!, I’m sorry It’s just” he inhaled deeply “The cat-“ (Y/N) raised the cat with her arm “Yes, that cat! It’s mine, well not mine-mine, but it is from a friend”

“Oh, right, here” she handed the cat.

“I’m sorry I-“ he looked closely to her, she is gorgeous¸ he tought. “I’m Llewyn” he clumsily extended his hand.

“Hello, I’m (Y/N)” she gave him a timid smile.

“Nice to meet you!” Llewyn smiled widely “… were you going somewhere?”

“Yes, right here” she pointed to Coffe Reggio’s banner.

“I’m here too, I mean… I came from there, you know” Llewyn was having a hard time talking to (Y/N), he was distracted by her beauty.

“It’s a pretty cool place isn’t it?… Well I came here to buy coffee so…”

“Yeah, yes, sorry just, thank you!”

“Oh, it’s nothing, I saw it a few minutes ago and I picked it up” while saying this they entered the coffee shop.

“At least let me buy you coffee” he offered.

“No, no! It’s fine, it was nothing”

Suddenly, Llewyn remembered Jean sitting in front of them.

“God damn. I am one lucky bastard. Thank you for suggesting this place” he showed Jean the cat. She did not know what to say and much less with the pretty girl that was besides Llewyn. “Oh! She is (Y/N), (Y/N) this is Jean. (Y/N) helped me find this little friend” 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.

“You must be careful with him” Jean said breaking the silence, (Y/N) gave her a confused look “He might impregnate you” she said casually.

(Y/N)’s eyes opened and her lips parted slightly.

Llewyn face palmed while groaning “Don’t mind her, she is really angry at me”

Jean crossed her arms. There again, the awkward silence.

“Er… it’s okay, well I will not interrupt you more. See you around” (Y/N) bowed her head in both directions and just walked in a politely fast way.

“You didn’t need to say that, that was rude, you know” Llewyn seated himself again in his place in the table.

“She needed to know” Jean just shrugged.

Llewyn needed a way to talk to (Y/N) again.

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Let me now if you want a sequel or something;)

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Every bad guy needs a companion

Ultron x Reader Marvel Imagine

A mix between The Earth’s Mightiest Heroes cartoon and Age of Ultron

He was lonely… He don’t even need another one by his side, Vision doesn’t count, he is more like his pet, so he doesn’t 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 brain’s creator, he doesn’t need feelings to rule the world. His army was good enough, a little clumsy but nothing he couldn’t fix with perfecting the code, and their material. He was perfect, of course, on his own. He doesn’t need his humanly called ‘other half’, or he do? And again, ERROR. He can’t 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. “Vision” he called the green with red face machine. “Yes, master” so he came trespassing the walls like they weren’t there. "Go to the Stark archives and look for the project AMBROSINE” was his only command. “Master, but that is…” “JUST GO” he demanded. Vision didn’t 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 wasn’t an average man, not even a man if that’s so. "You called, master?” asked Vision entering the room. “Yes, I did.” Vision got closer to Ultron and looked a blanket covering something. To keep the surprise he didn’t 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 master’s decision, but never questioned it. After typing some codes, Ultron made the female robot blink, signaling that she was ‘alive’. “Welcome to the world Ambrosine” he said. Vision also noticed the tone that Ultron used, it was less rude, still firm, but less rude after all. “Thanks, master” Ambrosine’s voice sounded harmonically compared with his and Ultron voices. “Call me Ultron. But you’ll be (Y/N) by now” 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 “You must be The Vision, I am correct?” she asked politely. “Yes, you are correct” 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 “I’m going to show you the place” 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 Ultron’s 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.

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Easy Mission, Hard Decision

The Meeting: Sequel

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 it’s a weird word in his vocabulary… and nature, so there they were all the Avengers, and of course her.

“Listen,” Fury said in the intercom of the quinjet, “Sounds like an easy mission but is not! So y’all gonna take this seriously”

The mission was about entering a castle in a place called Latveria or something like that.

Pietro didn’t 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?...

“C’mon, Avengers. Let’s kick some asses” 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 doesn’t have anything against his sister but for a moment he could have a different partner.

“I know what you’re thinkin’” Wanda whispered to his brother.

“Uh? What?” damn, he was day dreaming again.

“Is better if you wait until we are done with this mission, you know to invite her”

“What-are-you-talkin’-‘bout!? I-wasn’t-thinking-in-inviting-her!- Should-I-wait? God! She-is-so-pretty!”

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.

“Guys! I think a camera saw me, get ready to fight” 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.

“It is just me or this is too easy?” 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 robot’s mind “I knew it, this is not a truly IA, this more like someone is controlling them with magic”

Iron Man did the same but searching for what kind of technology were using. “That’s true, they’re not completely robotic, so who is behind them?”

“Ya mean the Master of Puppets?” (Y/N) answered to enlighten the mood, Tony had a half smile, and she knew it.

“I got that reference!” Pietro said from the other side, but then noticed he looked kinda stupid for yelling it.

“Good” 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.

“Pietro” her voice saying his name was like the perfect chorus.

“Pietro”

“Pietro!” so she was truly saying his name.

“What’s wrong?!” he asked alarmed.

“You went in the wrong way so I followed you, you were in a trance… is something bothering you?”

He decided to stay in silence for a moment, planning exactly what he is going to say. “Nothing” he said with a smile. Shit, was he thought, he has to be stubborn.

“Okay… we can pretend that is nothing” she said looking somewhere else but not his eyes.

He swallowed and looked everywhere. “We’re lost” 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. “This place block my powers so I can’t know where the others are”

With a very awkward silence Pietro shifted uncomfortably in his place while (Y/N) was sat in the ground facing a wall.

“Well” he started nervous “the reason I was distracted is because…” the woman turned her head a little to listen, but he couldn’t 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. “Before I kill the both of you, I demand to know what are you doing here” the thing said in a deep voice.

“Hum, no, no, that’s not how the things work here, big guy. Who are you?” 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.

“I asked first. I’m Doctor Doom, and this is my castle” (Y/N) came from behind Doctor Doom to attack him but fail, the image was just an illusion, damn those illusions, Pietro remembered.

“What!? It looked real!” (Y/N) screamed angry. “Ah!” a stabbing pain was invading her head, dropping on her knees she hold her head.

Quicksilver noticed this and came to help her “What is it?” he tried to know the reason but the woman couldn’t say anything.

“She is just paying for that little stunt” another Doctor Doom illusion appeared “If you don’t go now that can be worse”

Days passed and Pietro was a lot worried about (Y/N)'s health, after that ‘encounter’ with Doctor Doom, (Y/N) faint and haven’t woke up.

“You should rest” Wanda commented one day.

“No. It’s my fault she is hurt” He ran his hand over his face.

“That’s not true”

“It is! I was distracted, so she followed me to make sure I was okay… I guess” defeated he stood from his chair next to (Y/N).

A little sound make him stop, it sounded like someone trying to talk.

“Pietro” (Y/N) opened her eyes searching for him.

“I’m… here. I’m here” He smiled to her and took her hand in his big ones.

“I’m so sorry” he said multiple times in a fast way.

“Sh… just shut up and listen” she said a little sleepy. Pietro obeyed and looked at her.

“Yes, I want to go in a date with you”

Pietro blushed like a tomato and said “H-how do you know that?”

“I’m sorry” she started “I read your mind during the mission, you really looked like something was troubling you. I don’t read minds without permission, you know”

“It’s okay, I understand… well” he disappeared, leaving a (Y/H) woman confused for a moment until he appeared again. He brought a tray with better than hospital food.

“This is for you, uhm, us”

(Y/N) smiled nodding “Thank you”

So that’s how they started a mini date in the S.H.I.E.L.D Hospital for agents.

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Too lonely, let’s be together (Ronan The Accuser/Reader)

Ronan The Accuser/Reader

Marvel Imagine

“We’re landing on a desert spot on Sakaar, Ronan” informed the luphomoid by the name of Nebula, she came and saw the tall kree siting is his ‘throne’ and rolled her eyes when he wasn’t looking.

“Good” was his simply answer “Make Korath and his squad to look for the Orb”

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. That’s 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 “Why are they taking so much?” Nebula was about to answer when the doors opened so the squad could get it.

Ronan decided to get up and walk to them “Korath, report” he demanded.

“Nothing, Master. Only rubble” 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 “Why are you still here?” she hissed.

Ronan turned to the two people a little curious, and then he saw it. The soldier took of his mask and hood.

“(Y/N)…” 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. “This is how you greet and old friend, honey?” the Sakaaran asked in a pout.

Ronan answered in a cold way “You and I were and never will friends”

A long time ago, when a not so arrogant kree was in Sakaar attending political issue, he met a female, he obviously wouldn’t forget her, no one else has those birth marks on cheekbones. The reason of Ronan ‘hating’ 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 that’s it.

(Y/N) didn’t care about the presence of Nebula, so she walks so slowly moving her hips and smiling mischievously. “What brings you here, oh mighty Ronan” she started touching the kree’s 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.

“Does not concern to you” he was about to move his hand to remove hers but he didn’t.

(Y/N) just sighed and removed her hand by herself “Well, I meant to give you a good welcome but is not my concern so…” she pretended to leave taking steps back from Ronan.

“Nebula, leave” he commanded to the blue female.

Shocked for the sudden change she wanted to know why “But she is the intruder!”

“Don’t use that tone with me, Nebula. Now, go” Nebula wanted to rip that female’s 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.

“Ap, ap, ap. Not this time, big blue guy” 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. “Darling, give that to me” with her foot she pressed his chest, he never objected and let her took his hammer. “I remembered lighter” she commented.

“It has faced so many battles” 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.

“I still want that kiss” 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. “I’m (Y/N), and you?” she said looking up to the kree.

“I don’t care who you are”

“Fine, then. You have to give me a kiss, first!”

He frowned “And why should I?”

“You want your hammer back, don’t you?” she kept smiling and waiting for her request.

“It’s called Universal Weapon, you nipper. Just give it back” 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)’s cheek. The kiss was between soft and hungry, a curious mix. The pair never heard the door open with Korath entering “Master…” he never meant to interrupt, and Nebula didn’t mentioned that Ronan want a time alone.

“I said, leave!” He screamed angry.

Korath swallowed, without a word just leaved.

“That was rude, you know” (Y/N) said kissing Ronan’s neck making him letting out a slight moan.

“Do you have a home?” He asked from nowhere.

“No, you should know I’m (Y/N) The Errant now. After opposing on everything back in Sakaar” her face showed sadness but returning to the carefree and happy behavior.

“Stay by my side, then”

His ‘suggestion’ surprised her “You mean, you want me to stick with you in this ship?” she faked deliberation about the offer, then places a quick kiss to the kree’s corner lips and adds “I will gather my things” and before exiting the ship ended “If I know you leaved me, you should know I will chase you till dead” winking she left Ronan alone in his throne.

Ronan knew he made a good decision.

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Something you don’t know about Dean (Dean/Reader)

Dean Winchester x Reader

Supernatural

Warning; reaaally sexual content

You didn’t 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 witch’s secret place, with one of his spells and recipes.  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 wasn’t 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 didn’t hear Dean knocking on your window.

“Wake up, doll!”

“Yeah, coming!” 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, “(Y/N) watch out!” you turn too late and didn’t catch what she said, Dean came from behind and hit her in the head, knocking her out.

“Good job” 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.

“Sam, what if that damn witch made her sleep forever?!” Dean said between a yell and a whisper.

“I doubt that, some of the words in the spell didn’t say something like that”

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, “I just hope isn’t something that bad” he ran a hand across his face.

They didn’t hear when you walk down the stairs and appeared in the doorframe.

“Uh, guys I can hear you from all the place, my head hurts and everything did you kill the witch?” you were holding your head with one hand.

“Well yes but-“ 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, “What’s wrong guys? Do I have something on my face?”

“You could say that…” Sam mumbled with wide eyes.

“W-what is it?!” you got a little nervous by the reactions.

Dean took you by the shoulders and guide you to the mirror nearby.

“WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK!?” you made a face of horror, with shaky hands you touched your fluffy (H/C) ears,  but felt a thingy thing on your back, you turn and saw Dean playing with your tail, A TAIL?! “I-, how this happened? Oh! don’t say it, it was that fucking witch! Damn it, I know that bitch did stupid spell”

Sam was holding his laugh pursing his lips, all the scenery was funny, your horror face, Dean playing with your tail. Fantastic.

“I could expect this from Gabriel, wherever he is!” you said angrily.

“Hey, is not that bad, you look… good”

You look at Dean, he had an indecipherable face, you could say that he was enjoying the moment.

You sigh and ask Sam “Do you know a thing yet? Like when I’ll be back to… ‘normal’?” he shook his head, you drop your shoulders in defeat and went to the kitchen “I want tuna…” you half whispered.

You felt a presence behind you but never turn, by the smell you knew it was Dean. But why?

“Wanna sandwich?” you offered without looking at him.

“No thanks”

Truth is, he couldn’t 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 you’re 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 “You’re quiet” you state to Dean.

“What you mean?” he ask with a hint of nervousness.

“If I don’t you know better, you should be doing jokes about my appearance” 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 didn’t 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.

“I didn’t know you practice yoga, (Y/N)”

You let out a little scream “Dean! You scare me” you put a hand on your chest, breathing a snort.

“Sorry” he said in a whisper. But no, he is not sorry.

“What brings you here then?” with your ears high you look at him expecting an explanation.

He didn’t 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 “It time for you to know that I love girls with cat’s ears and tail” 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 Dean’s neck while sleeping.

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The Meeting (Pietro Maximoff/Reader)

If you’re 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.

At least she was eating the chocolates too.

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Audition (Chris Evans x Reader) One-Shot

Hey, hello!, It’s my first fanfic so sorry for the typos and other things, I know it is short but I want to contribute:)

*Kenan 11/11/2014*

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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 wasn’t 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 didn’t 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.

“You got to be kidding me”. You murmur to yourself.

You don’t 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!

“Oh shit”. 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.

“You need any help, ma’am?”. You made a little jump for the fear, and think maybe he’s watching your butt moving. Without turning you said.

“No, huh… I’m fine!”. The man didn’t 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 machine’s mouth.

“There you go”. He said with a smile.

And it’s the moment were you just look at him, blonde, bright blue eyes, a matching beard with that light brown hair. It’s Chris freakin’ Evans.

“Thank you…”. Answering in a shy way you wonder if you were blushing mad.

“No problem”. After a moment of silence were you couldn’t look up he adds. “So, are you here for the audition too?”

“Yes”. You said almost immediately. “I mean… yes, yes I am”. More confidently.

“Good, I want to see you. I have to go back, see you there!”. He goodbyes to you.

Leaving you in the middle of the hall with your potato chip bag in hand.

Now you have to get that role.