So I’ve only got back from Paris yesterday and in all honesty it has drained me. It was such a great holiday and I’m so glad I got to see myself as a Disney Princess (although it’s probably a bit of a step down from a queen).
I don’t really have the energy to write up a full post at the moment, and even if I did I can’t say I would know what to write about. The Magazine is currently taking up a lot of my time and I’m trying to keep the best pieces I have for it so it can be a worthwhile read for everyone.
I have a few submissions from other crossdressers for the magazine but I still would like some more.
If you want your pictures to be shown in the magazine, please contact me at email@example.com!
Request: Hey love :) I hope I can give you an idea for an imagine.
You and buck live together in his Apartment in Bucharest and you’re really
happy but he feels bad one day cause he can’t give you a better live. Then
later that day you prepare something romantic and you cuddle together while you
reassure him how much you love him and that you wouldn’t want another life.
Sooo he feels better and you even share a Little make-out session but it’s
mostly cuddling that night and just fluff? :)
Warnings: angst, then fluff, drunk driving situation
Word Count: 1877
A/N: one of four requests! hopefully this is what you wanted! i might have veered a little. i will work on the other ones this week! if you wanna be on my taglist shoot me an ask! please leave feedback. dont drive when youve been drinking. the title comes from “I Cant Help Falling In Love With You” originally by Elvis but my favorite version is by Haley Reinhart
She moved to Bucharest after she lost everything. She needed
a fresh start. Y/N never knew that fresh start would involve falling in love
with a kind-hearted ex assassin. James Buchanan Barnes, that beautiful bastard.
He was everything Y/N had ever dreamed in a man. He was the man a father would
love for his daughter to have. Too bad Bucky didn’t see that.
Her parents were killed in a car accident along with her
little brother, he was only ten years old. A drunk driver ran a red light and
crashed directly into their car. That night she lost everything that ever
mattered to her. She sold everything she owned, her bakery included. She backed
the few things she had and bought a plane ticket out of the only state and
country she had ever known.
Bucharest, Romania, the place she picked to start her new
life. She didn’t speak Romanian and she had no idea around the city, but it’s
exactly what she needed. She wanted the refreshing feeling of learning new
things and meeting new people. No one here would look at her with pity or
sympathy. She was just an all-American girl looking for her own happy ending.
“Y/N! Take this trash out to the dumpster before you head home!”
“Yeah, I got it,” you yelled back at your manager in reply, counting the money one more time before sticking it back in the register, which closed with a ding.
Rain began to pour outside, and before you knew it, you were soaking. “Man, now I’ll need to wash this uniform..” With a yell, you threw the heavy bag of trash into the dumpster.
You were about to run back inside, until something caught your eye.
A finger. No, a hand. Sticking out of the dumpster. It could have seemed like some dumb prank, and two kids would have been waiting to get a video of your reaction, but it was dark, raining, and this was an alley on the bad side of town..
Curious, you reopened the dumpster, plugging your nose, but also hoping for the best. “Please don’t be dead, please don’t be dead,” you pleaded.
Surely enough, there was an arm. Two of them, a torso, and moreso, an entire body.
Your initial reaction was to recoil, and you sighed, seeing the interval of their stomach rising up and down. Picking up their hand, it felt cold, hard, and you couldn’t pick out a pulse, but from what it seemed, they were sleeping. You weren’t very strong, but with a bit of straining, you managed to pull them out.
Odd enough was the sound of metal hitting the floor when you did put them down, and with the rain pouring, you couldn’t make out much of their appearance, except for their face.
You shook their shoulder, moving to a spot where the rain didn’t hit as much. “Hello? Excuse me? Wake up, it’s raining!”
You grabbed their hand, meaning to check for a pulse again, but their eyes shot open.
You screamed, feeling your back hit the brick wall as you jumped. Surely they were awake now, and they blinked at you a few times.
Shaking, you removed your sweater, and gently draped it over them.
“S-sorry I can’t help you any further, but it’s cold, stay dry and get home safe!! Also, please stop sleeping in dumpsters!”
You ran off.
“Love..?” The person muttered, watching as the rain seemed to roll off his skin.
You got home that night just fine, but the following morning, you groaned as you felt your nose stiffen. It was just a small convenience store job, but it paid decently, so you decided on heading back to work that morning. You called your boss, who you reassured that you were fine.
The bus ride there was less traumatic than yesterday, but the skies were still grey.
Sniffling, the doors to the back of the convenience store jingled, and you pulled your sweater closer to you, sighing as you felt the air change.
“Oh, there you are!” the cheerful voice of your manager chimed. Greeting her, you took whatever you could of the cold medication. “Is it my shift yet, or is Wonwoo still holding up the fort?” you asked, referring to one of the other workers, Wonwoo.
“He’s only got about ten minutes left, but I don’t want you covering for him quite yet, so you can just restock the shelves.” Sighing, you nodded, leaving the employee backroom.
“Morning.” Shoving some of the boxes aside, you began stocking shelves, the store still sparingly empty.
“Y/N.” Looking up, you saw Wonwoo calling you over frantically. “What’s up?”
“Some guy’s been standing outside waiting for you for about the past half hour—yah, are you sick?”
You blinked. “Some guy? And yeah, but I’m fine. Who’s out—” “No clue. I asked what his name was, but all he said was ‘love’ and ‘girl’. I asked boss, and she said Nayoung’s last shift was a couple of days ago, so if it’s not you, it’s probably her.”
He leaned in, “Also, he’s kind of creeping the customers out because he keeps on coming onto every girl that comes within a 10 foot range, so I hope it’s you.”
Wonwoo stood at about nearly six feet, jet black hair framing a relatively handsome face. Girls came by from time to time just to stare at him, but most of the time he simply waved them off. He stood in front of the register idly flipping through a magazine. He was also kind of your next door neighbor, but considering it was only your first month living in this town, you weren’t very close.
“Well, thanks,” you muttered, going to the front of the store.
The doors jingled as you pushed them, and a silhouette quickly rose. “Love!”
In one fell swoop, you were pulled in by some remarkably strong arms, but because they were quite tall, you didn’t get to see who they were. Struggling, you yelled, “Let go!”
You were quickly released, and finally got to take a look at the person. They cocked their head to the side, confused. He was about your age, if not close to it. He was also oddly skinny, but had human-like features so you at least assumed he was human. His eyes were a striking green that seemed to revert to brown every second.
“Are you alright..?”
No response, just another cock of the head.
“Do you understand me?”
“What’s your name?” you asked, sighing until you recognized the familiar jacket lining his shoulders. Under that, he wore a plain cream colored t-shirt, with dark jeans and sneakers. He seemed perfectly normal, if anything, so why was he in a dumpster last night?
He moved his wrist, and under it, the name ‘Jun’ was etched, almost like a tattoo.
“Is your name Jun?”
That itself seemed to set something off. His demeanor changed, and he straightened his posture, now making correct eye contact.
“Thank you for activating me,” he spoke, a smoothness to his voice that you enjoyed. He bowed. “My name is Jun. It’s a pleasure to meet you, my love.”
It was all quite nice, and definitely respectable, except for that last part. “Your love..? Say, I think you’ve got the wrong person, I just moved here, I don’t—” “—You found me last night. You were the first person I saw, therefore you are my love. Or would you rather be known as Master?” You quickly put your hands on his shoulders, shushing him, glad no one was around. “You don’t say things like that in public! Look, Jun, it’s nice to meet you, but I really think you have the right person. Do you have someone I can call?”
You nodded. “Like, on a cell phone..?”
That seemed to confuse him even further. “Cell phone..?”
“Hey,” a deep voice called out. The two of you turned to look at Wonwoo, who raised an eyebrow, but ignored it. “Uh, it’s kind of your shift now.”
“Shift? As in working shift?” Jun asked, an eager tone filling his voice. You sighed. “What am I going to do with you?”
“Chop chop, Y/N,” another voice chimed, and you turned to see Nayoung. “Oh, I didn’t realize you were with your boyfriend.”
“Boyfriend?” Jun asked. “He’s not my boyfriend!” You cried.
You groaned, taking a final look at Jun, who still didn’t seem to get the memo. “Come inside if you want, and I can get my manager to help you. But stop pouncing on girls outside!”
“Whatever my love Y/N wants,” Jun replied.
“Um, Y/N…” Nayoung asked, a tense tone in her voice. You looked up from the register. “Yes?”
She motioned to behind her, where Jun currently stood, reading the magazines, making an odd facial expression every once in a while.
“How long is he going to be here?” she asked in a hushed tone, hands wrapped around a broom.
You shrugged. “Wonwoo said I should take him to a concert and let him get lost on his own, and Boss said I should just take him to the police and let them handle him.”
“I second the police part,” she murmured. “Wonwoo’s just jealous because he was the only guy in our lives, as he believes,” she rolled her eyes. “Anyway, you down to hang out with him and I after work? It is still your first month moving here, but you should at least make a few more friends. Warm up to the place, you know?”
You nodded, coming out from behind the counter. “That sounds like an okay idea. Let me get rid of him first, though.”
Nayoung put a hand on your shoulder. “And in case you don’t, you could have always used a boyfriend.”
Shushing her, you walked out from behind the counter, Nayoung taking your place as you walked over to Jun, who looked up from his magazine. “My love!”
Hearing snickering from behind you, you forced a smile. “Right. Anyways, how would you like to go with me somewhere after work?”
Jun blinked. “Somewhat of a date?”
“Is it alright if I take this magazine with us? It has been a great source of knowledge.”
You eyed the magazine, narrowing your eyes. It was a teen girl magazine, the deepest shade of hot pink.
“As soon as you pay for it first,” you replied.
He cocked his head to the side again. “Pay..?”
You nodded. “Paying; the form of exchanging currency for goods or services…?”
Jun blinked. “I have no currency.”
Considering you didn’t own a car, and that she and Wonwoo were going to hang out later anyway, Nayoung let you borrow her car. You had a license, but with barely having moved into the town, you sort of lacked funds for a car, thus making the bus your main mode of transportation.
Jun continued flipping through the magazine, but he eyed the car with a sense of curiosity.
“So this is the contraption they call a car..” he muttered, dazed. “You act like you’ve never seen a car before.”
“I have not.”
The sky is still pretty grey, you noticed as you got in the driver’s seat, pulling the seatbelt on. You had to help Jun with his, as his got stuck.
“This is not my car, so please treat it nicely.”
The car ride there was mostly filled with Jun talking, as he rambled about the magazine and its contents. You figured that it would have been nice to at least get some background information, at least figure out if he remembers anything. Wonwoo helped you deduce that he was most likely an amnesiac, and woke up in the dumpster having head trauma, causing him to lose his memory.
Hell, neither of you were doctors, but it was better than nothing.
“So Jun,” you began, “do you know where you’re from?”
“Sort of,” he replied, attention still focused on the mag.
“Alright. Do you know any family?”
“Family? I believe I am the first of my brand.”
“Do you even have a last name, Jun?”
He blinked. “Wen?”
“Wen Junhui. Okay. We’ve at least got a starting point,” you breathed, and the car halted to a stop. “We’re here!”
Jun looked at the edifice outside. “Why have you taken me here? The magazine did not mention this of being anywhere near an ‘ideal date spot’.”
“We’re not on a date, we’re here to get you some help! To help figure out where you belong!”
Jun looked dazed, facial features beginning to soften. “Ah. I see. You’re trying to get rid of me.”
You nodded in agreement up until the last part. “Hmm?”
“It’s because I lack common h-human features, is it not?” Jun stuttered, but it sounded more like a computer glitch than an actual stutter. He stared down at his fingers. “It would appear my feelings are not reciprocated. Research indicates that the common thing to do here would be to run away, therefore, I will be taking my leave.”
He unbuckled the seatbelt, but unaware of his own strength, pulled on the car’s door handle too harsh, and ended up ripping it off. “I will apologize to Nayoung about that later.”
He still exited the car, and you took off after him. “Wait, wait, wait!”
You latched onto his hand, and feeling the touch of human warmth hit his own metal hand, a circuit sprung in Jun’s mind. Emotional sensors…. rising.
“Jun, please, that isn’t what I meant, I just—” you coughed, but you were quick to look up. “You called me by my first name.”
“Is that what you want?” Jun asked, a smug grin replacing the features on his face.
You blinked, confused. “What are you..?”
He stepped back. “I should re-introduce myself,” he bowed. “My name is Wen Junhui, and you are correct, I am not human. I was created to find and understand the human emotion of love. Please take care of me!”
been a little slow these last few days, and this chapter was originally longer but tumblr loves to mess up on me. anyway heres a new series that i have soo much for already
happy birthday to ½ of china line, our wonderful prince wen junhui!!
I Never Planned on You - Pietro Maximoff x Stark!(f)Reader
Words: 2569 (What the fuck this never happens) Pairing: Pietro Maximoff x Stark!(f)Reader Featuring: Tony Stark, Natasha Romanoff, a few random characters Warnings: swearing, yelling, cheesey Requested by anon “Can you please do one with Pietro to I Never Planned on You from Newsies? Thank you!” Authors Note: You guys have no idea how excited I was to do this and I’ve been working on it for so long i hope it makes up for the lack of imagines from the past week. very much so based off the newsies show. even parts that weren’t in the song. i was excited.
Also, little summary: you are Y/N Stark but use a different last name while working. You own your own magazine company and you and your assistant, Jeremy, are headed to New York for a few different reasons. A speedy silver-haired boy sees you, and who knows what happens from there?
You liked to keep it a secret that you are a Stark. Tony, as the older sibling, would carry on the Stark name to make something of himself and honor your parents. But as the second born and younger sibling, you had more freedom. You did not want to be bound to the Stark name and seen as “Tony Stark’s sister” or “another Stark” because that isn’t who you are. You knew you were one-hundred-percent capable of making it on your own, hence why you used a different last name when working.
It wasn’t important that you were a Stark. It was nice not to get compared to Tony as being merely the younger sibling, and you had more recognition than you would have had if you kept the Stark name. But that didn’t change the love you had for your brother, as you and him at least text every day.
It was funny when they did compare you, though. Your company did not have the size the Stark did, but it was getting there.
“Jeremy,” You called out to your assistant, and he walked quickly inside your office.
“Yes?” He asked as he stood at your door.
“When do we leave for my jet?” You asked. Your name may not be as big as the Stark name, but the Stark name is a really big thing; so you were a decent size. And to many surprises, you are able to have your own plane.
“About two hours, Miss (Y/N),” Jeremy smiled after looking at his schedule.
Summary: You recently watched Moana with the fam, what happens when you can’t get the song unstuck from your head and the boys catch you singing it?
Bruce x Reader… + some batboys and Alfred
Author’s Note: I thought of this, but i also requested this same thing from someone else… so, oh well. whoops. (Also, sidenote, I’m sorry if some of the dialogue doesn’t really sound like the boys. I’m new to writing about them and/or Bruce, so if it doesn’t exactly fit, then… yeah. i’m sorry. if you want to give me pointers i’d gladly accept)
One of your favorite pass-times was showering. Sure it was a necessity, but it was also a way to relax and well, be able to either contemplate your latest questions and situations, or practice your singing skills.
You don’t often get the chance to shower alone, considering you and Bruce prefer to bask in each others presences, however, when you do get the time to be alone- whether by request or by chance- you relished it.
You start by washing your face and realize that you’re humming the same tune over and over. You don’t really even know the words as you’d just watched the movie a few days ago, but you can’t get the song out of your head!
Before you know it you’re singing the song and trying to search your mind for the lyrics you’ve forgotten… You don’t remember the last time you’ve sung but you love it, and you’re reminded of how good you think your singing skills are.
Luckily it’s the weekend, which means that waking up early isn’t a priority, and jobs don’t really take any thought. I roll over, searching for Y/N’s presence on the bed, but she’s not there.
I furrow my brows, wishing she’d stayed and could’ve woken up with me, being able to actually have time to cuddle this morning… I can hear the shower running, meaning Y/N’s probably already up and getting on with her day. I think about joining her, but considering I already showered last night having come back from a pretty intense patrol, I figure I’ll just go see what the boys are up to instead.
Minutes pass before I get the strength to get up out of bed and put on some clothes. I start to walk through the door before I hear singing coming from the bathroom.