You grew up in Northeast New Jersey, so taking the bus back from NYC and your hometown wasn’t as hard as many might think. You soon heard about this new musical that many were anxious to see, and even your friends were constantly telling you about it. You ignored them, of course, because Broadway felt like an opera to you. Listening to showtunes and watching a show about one of the founding fathers just was not your cup of tea.
“Come on, Y/N! Just one song, please!” You friend begged, holding out their phone to you. You sighed, sipping on your coffee. It was freezing outside, below zero. You wore the biggest coat you owned, with giant earmuffs you found in one of your boxes.
You recently moved back to NJ, tired of the city life in Manhattan. Your family was right; living in the city was for people who were always on the go. Since you were the opposite of that, a writer, bumping into people in the streets every day, passersby’ stepping on your toes, was not the most entertaining thing you’ve done. Living there for four months was enough for you.
“No.” You grumbled, looking out the window of the local coffee shop. Your friend continued to whine about the stupid musical, and you eventually gave in, putting on the earbuds that she gave you. She played the opening song, called Alexander Hamilton. You smirked at the cheesiness, but pressed play.
“How does a bastard, orphan, son of a whore, and a Scotsman, dropped in the middle of a forgotten spot in the Caribbean…”
The song trailed on, and you bumped your head to the beat unconsciously, listening to the lyrics. You were surprised on how it sounded more like a mainstream song than a play. You didn’t notice your friend grinning at you, doing a little fist pump.
After the song finished, you gave her back her phone, sipping on your coffee once more. She looked at you, expecting a reaction. You shrugged, playing with your straw.
“It was alright.” Her eyes widened at your response. You didn’t want to give her the satisfaction of saying that you actually liked it, so denying it was the best way to go.
“Alright? It’s amazing, Y/N! Lin Manuel worked on this play for years, it’s anything but alright.” She mocked your tone, and you frowned at her.
“I told you, I don’t like Broadway shows. They’re boring and follow the same theme. I’m not interested.” She put her face in her hands, shaking her head slowly. You grinned at her actions, bringing your gaze back to the scene outside. Everyone seemed to be always on the move; headphones in and ignoring the world around them. You pitied them; they will never understand the world outside their screens.
“How am I friends with you?” She mumbled.
The rest of the time you were enjoying your break, she told you all the facts of the musical, even showing you some of the cast members. You couldn’t help but stare longer at the man who created the musical; Lin Manuel Miranda.
He was handsome, really handsome. You made a mental note of searching him up later, when your friend wasn’t bugging you about some tickets that she got. She convinced you to join her to see the musical, since your other friend cancelled on her last minute.
“If I go see this with you, would you stop trying to make me listen to the rest of the soundtrack?” You asked, throwing away the empty container into the recycling bin. She nodded quickly, to the point where you wondered if she gave herself whiplash.
“See you tomorrow!” She skipped away, trying to catch the next bus to bring her back home to Manhattan. You looked the train back to your town in NJ, taking less than twenty minutes to get there. You dragged yourself up the stairs, and into the apartment, closing the door behind you.
Later that night, you researched Lin Manuel Miranda. You were surprised that he wrote other plays, and won various awards for things that he created. It was a shock that he was single, his good looks and achievements made you think he’d be married and have children already. As you stalked this man online, your eyes began to close, blinking slowly. Before you fell asleep, you clicked on a link. Your eyes drooped closed, your face falling on your keyboard.
The sun shined in your face, causing you to blink quickly, glaring through your semi open lids. You groaned, rolling over. You reached for your phone, feeling a plant tangled in your fingers instead. You blinked, pushing yourself off the grass.
You were sleeping outside.
On the grass.
You looked around you, realizing that you were in an open field. It was eerily quiet, not even the birds chirping or the scurrying of squirrels climbing trees. A tent a few hundred feet away caught your attention, so you decided to approach it. You were still dressed in your sweats and tank top, what you thought you wore to bed. Before you reached the tent, a man came out, dressed in what seemed like a colonial uniform from the 1800s. His back was to you, but you noticed that his brown hair was long, pulled back into a hair tie. For some reason, your stomach churned staring at the man.
Did you stumble across some revolutionary reenactment? Is that why the man looked threatening, like he would shoot you at first glance? You searched your mind for some reason as to why you were outside, but the last thing you remembered was sitting next to your laptop.
You went against every instinct that told you not to go to the man, pushing your feet forward. He stopped moving, and you hesitated. He held his musket tight in his hand, quickly turning around to face you. He pointed his gun at your chest, an angry look on his face. You raised your hands quickly, shaking.
His eyes met yours, and he lowered his gun, confused. You gasped at the face in front of you.
It was Lin Manuel Miranda. The famous guy you were researching last night.
“Miss, what are you doing out here?” He questioned, his hands still tight on the gun. You stumbled on your words, star-struck.
“Uh, I’m, um…” He put his gun in his holder on the side of him. His eyes were stuck on your body, the heat rising in his face. You wondered if he never saw a woman in a tank top before. “Excuse me, my eyes are up here.”
His eyes quickly made it back to your face, clearing his throat. “You did not answer my question, miss.” He replied, standing up straight.
“I’m sorry, but I have no clue why I’m out here. I woke up on this field. Maybe I sleep walk?” You said, lowering your arms. The leaves rustled on nearby trees, causing you to shiver, holding your arms tight against his chest. Lin realized how cold you were, and took off his overcoat, passing it to you. You thanked him, quickly throwing it on your body.
“Do you know where your home is? It must be close by.” You looked around, recognizing nothing in the vicinity. You turned back to Lin, and he had a small smile on his face.
“Well I live in an apartment complex near 42nd street. I don’t remember seeing any open fields in the middle of the city.” You mumbled. He stared at you, a puzzled look on his face. He chuckled softly. “What?” You questioned.
“Are you okay, miss? I never heard of this forty-second street or an apartment complex? We’re in Virginia.” He stated, crossing his arms. “Were you sent by Laurens to play a joke on me? Wait, are you trying to seduce me?” He moved his hand back to the gun on his side.
This guy must be crazy. He lives in NYC, he grew up in Washington heights. For crying aloud, the Richard Rogers theatre is right in the heart of Manhattan. You glanced around him, noticing more tents around. Wait, there was more than just ten.
There were hundreds.
You stared at Lin.
His outfit seemed quite authentic, to the dirt under his nails to the blood-stained pants. You don’t recall seeing the pictures online having red marks on the pants. He looked young, too, maybe in his early twenties. Not the man you recall seeing on the internet that was in his late thirties. He was staring at you as well, still cautious.
“What’s your name?” You asked.
“Alexander Hamilton.” He said simply, with a small bit of pride in his voice. You still fought of the idea that this may not be the time you were supposed to be in.
“Do you know who Elizabeth Schuyler is?” He shook his head, his foot tapping against the ground.
“What is a television set? A laptop?” He frowned.
“Are you telling me about a new weapon the British created? Who are you, miss?” He took out his gun from the position on his hip. “Who sent you here? And I’m not going to ask again.” You realized what’s going on.
“Tell me the year.” You said, your eyes widening. He didn’t say anything, his mouth in a straight line. “Tell me the year.” You repeated sternly. He smirked at you, rolling his eyes.
“1776.” He said, and you dropped onto the ground. He jumped back, confused.
“Shit, is that the time?” You asked no one in particular, gathering your things to go.
“Come on Y/N, we haven’t even finished one drink.” John says disappointed.
“I know but Fred’ll kill me if I’m late again.”
“Fred, huh? Now, d’ you mean your husband or your dad?” You stopped getting you things together to throw your best friend a quizzical look. “What? I mean if he’s giving you a fucking curfew. You’re a grown women Y/N.” He chuckles but you don’t find it funny.
A/N: Sorry for not being able to post anything lately, we had lost power due to 60 mph winds. I hope you like it! This one is a long one. Also, update on the Playlist Scenarios; Tumblr Girls will be posted tomorrow. I don’t know if I’ll have enough time to finish it by today. Sorry again for the delay and I hope you enjoy!
Ji Yong knew you saw those girls. He knows that you’ve seen worse, but the feeling of anger and annoyance showed up when he thought of it. He tried protecting you for so long. He didn’t know how you would handle it. He still doesn’t know how you’re currently handling it. You were really quiet in the car, which wasn’t exactly unexpected, but he did expect for you to cry way more than you did. He was worried about you. He doesn’t want you to get hurt.
He looked down at the bodies on the ground. Blood slowly dripping out of the hole in their heads. There were four of them. Two topless hookers and two idiot men. They knew that someone important was coming. Everyone knew to be on their best behavior, but nope they decided to ruin not only their name but Ji Yong’s image on you.
“Hey, it’ll be okay. Trust me.” Seunghyun said, knowing what’s bothering him. Ji Yong shrugged, thinking of your face as he killed your brother. The pure shock and pain that filled your eyes. It was hard for him, but it’s not like he hasn’t killed before. “I know. She’ll have to move on sooner or later.”
“Ji Yong, come here for a second.” Mr. Kwon said. Ji Yong nodded and walked towards his father. Mr. Kwon was talking to three guys at the time. All of which looked like they had been through the worst things you could imagine. They were covered in sweat and dirt, and one of them was bleeding. Mr. Kwon didn’t seem too happy with what they said, despite the smile he gave them. “Yes, dad?”
“Now boys, please repeat to my son what you just said to me.” The boys stood in fear, nodding their heads at uneven, fast speeds. One of the boys went to open their mouths, only to have a hand clamp their mouth shut. Someone else spoke up. “They got away sir.”
It had been 29 hours since you reluctantly swallowed the
last scrap of food you possessed, and you were really starting to struggle.
Usually, you were good at finding resources. You had sharp senses, and you were
smart enough to know where were the right places to go, and where would get you
Although, at this point, you were getting desperate.
Risking your life didn’t seem like such a bad idea, when you
would probably die of starvation anyway. But, really, who could live in a world
like yours and not have to risk their life every now and again? With death
literally walking the streets, it was a difficult fate to escape. You had
managed, though. For now, at least.
It made you tremble to even think about breaking your own
rules, but the sound of your hollow stomach seemed to be louder than the voice
in your head trying to reason with you. And as you stared ahead at the building
in front of you, the temptation only grew stronger.
Request: Can i request a Mafia!AU scenario with BaekhyunxReader? Can the plot be centered around an untamed but SERIOUS Baek Hyun who changes for a kidnapped victim? They were holding you as leverage or something… and you are forced to work for Baekhyun… making him breakfast, cleaning up after his late nights with girls…. and eventually, he falls in love with you… but you are scared of him. He has to prove his sincerity to you. LOTS OF ANGST & maybe slight (M)? THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!
Genre: Angst / Mentions of smut
Member: Baekhyun (with appearances of EXO)
‘Wait here until you’re given orders to do otherwise,’ said the man, whose name I think was Chen, told me in a cold voice as he shoved me into a room. I stumbled over my feet and found balance against one of the walls. I heard the door slam shut behind me and took in my surroundings. I was in a living room of a house. I didn’t know who it belonged to, except that he was part of the Mafia, the same group that’s holding me hostage.
I was kidnapped two days ago, left tied to a chair in a dirty cellar until they decided what they wanted to do with me. Apparently I’m meant to look after the owner of this house. Basically do everything he asks me to do. A maid, if you ask me.
I got strict orders to do whatever he wishes, keep my nose out of his business, and not to leave the house under any circumstances. The reason I’m in this mess is all because of my brother mixing with the wrong group of people, and being abandoned by the same group. He holds information that the Mafia need, but he has been missing since, and until he gets back and gives the Mafia the information that they want, I’m stuck here.
Summary: You live in Austin, and one night out with your friends, you decide to go to San Jac Saloon. The co-owner is there, and he makes it a point to make sure you get special treatment throughout the night.
Word Count: ~4,100
Warnings: drinking, general bar atmosphere, smut (you knew it was coming), cursing, unprotected sex (be safe!)
A/N: of course, talking with @spontaneousam led to yet another fic idea. This one, I’m calling a collab. She basically gave me the idea, I wrote it with her as my editor. Thank you, Brook! Here we are, ladies and gentlemen, my crisis.
***Credit to @seenashwrite for the second gif!! Thank you so much again for making it!
You slipped into your tightest dress, your strappiest heels, and make sure your makeup was perfect and set, sure to last you through the night. Austin, Texas, the city that never sleeps - oh, wait - ah, whatever. You and your best friends had planned a night out on the town, heading down to 6th Street.
It was insane. The street was blocked off by police barricades, cops on horses lined the street, mobs of people were shuffling from bar to bar. You noticed a kind of quiet place, right on the corner. San Jacinto street. It ran all the way through Austin, practically - straight through campus, downtown, and then even farther than that. You waved for your friends to follow you through the pack of already drunk people crowding the door of the bar just down the street.
As you entered the corner bar, you noticed how different the atmosphere was. Other bars were bumping dance music. This one had country playing through the speakers. You could get used to this place.
Genre: fluff; tiny bit of angst | Word Count: 3,581
Summary: Bucky comes back from a mission covered in blood and bruises, and in desperate need for a bath, so the reader decides to do the job for him.
Warnings: mentions of nudity, mentions of blood.
Author’s Note: The other day I was talking with my mom about Bucky, and she told me she didn’t like him because his hair looked dirty. And that’s how this idea popped up in my head. So we owe my mother the existence of this fic.
A/N: So I wrote an imagine based on this request a while ago and when i was done I realised that I wasn’t happy with it and decided to start over and now I’ve realised that I kind of left out the part where Y/N insist on going on that mission… I hope you don’t mind! If you do, I’m sorry for leaving it out. Also, WHY DO I EVEN BOTHER NAMING MY IMAGINES??
Request: Pls help me fulfill my Bucky fantasies huhu so can I request one where y/n and buck are both avengers and she’s assigned to this solo mission but Bucky instantly argues against it (he’s veeeery protective of her) but y/n keeps insisting she goes so when she actually does she notices someone following her and its Bucky? Thanks a bunch!!!
Request: Could you Jason X Reader spending their first Christmas w/ the batfamily & everyone is happy for Jason except Damian cause he has a small crush on the reader. So when they are opening gifts Damian gives Jason a crowbar w/ the tag saying it’s from the reader. Jason gets hurt/upset, walks out & locks himself in his room & finally when he opens up for the reader they make up. Happy ending w/ a mistletoe kiss? Ahhh thank you ily💓
Damian felt his young heart throb everytime he saw you. He couldn’t believe you had chosen Jason to be your mate out of all people, when you could, for sure, wait for some years until he grew up.
Of course, he had yet more torturing to go through until his plan was fulfilled on Christmas night. And after that you’d get to pinch only his cheeks and only make him blush.
He didn’t think of any consequence as he opened your gift for jason and replaced it with a bloody crowbar. Jason would hate you and break up with you, so Damian would be there to comfort you. It was the perfect plan, and it work perfectly At least in Damian’s mind.
That’s what he was thinking as all of you sat before the enormous Christmas tree. As always you were seated right next to Jason, giggling and sinking yourself in his arms.
“let’s open our gifts!” Damian said almost mechanically,as to speed up the run of his plan.
“yeah!” you squealed, eager for Jason to see what you’d gotten him.”
“Oh my God thank you so much!” You heard Dick say as he got up and came to hug you tightly, while holding his new blue fleece sweater in his arms.
your face lit up as you saw the satisfied faces of the boys. When you were buying the gifts, you weren’t sure whether they’d like their gift; they were after all raised by a billionaire, who could always afford what they wanted, while you had to spend your month’s salary to afford gifts to Dick, Damian and Tim. Jason’s gift though, was another case, that almost cost you another job. New guns and gun holders, especially made for him (you had your ways and aquestances) along with some shoes he had liked on a store.
It’s so odd how the mood of many people in a happy atmosphere can change with a simple yet harsh, choice of words.
“What the fuck?” was what came out of Jason’s mouth, making all laughter die down and everyone in the room turn to him.
“You’re a fucking bitch!”
“who? me?” you asked innocently, a faint smile still evident on your face.Although it vanished as his fearful face look turn straight towards you.
“yes you! who else?Alfred? Why the hell would you put a crowbar in there?” Jason started yelling and got up to his feet, marching away with rage. He did not need your explanation, he had trusted you with his life story, told you all secrets, hell he had even brought you yo his home and that was the way you showed your appreciation for him? Well he didn’t want any of this.
“What crowbar?” you whispered, unaware of Damian’s mischievous eyes. Panic rushed through you you as you looked at the insides of the box: just a bloody crowbar stood proudly in the place of the two guns inside their cases.. Your breathing hitched and muffled sobs escaped your throat. Why did this have to happen? It wasn’t even long ago that you convinced Jason to trust you and opened up to you about his life. It had even broke your heart into a million pieces when he started crying on your chest while talking about his torturing and insecurities. And now this. He’d probably be thinking you were mocking him and if he hated you from now on he’d certainly wouldn’t be the on to blame.
But there was nothing else to do than try your best to explain the situation to him in hopes of calming him down.
Of course he didn’t answer when you knocked on his door. You knew that he was probably too mad at you, but this wouldn’t stop you. Twisting the door handle slowly you opened the door and walked in, as quietly as you could.
“Leave!” Jason stated coldly, although you weren’t sacred of his harsh ways anymore and he might have forgotten that.
“You’ll listen to me first.” You said and laid beside him on the bed. He was spread eagle to the bed, taking the most space of it, but you still managed to find a small spot to fit in order to talk.
“ I didn’t do this. I hate to tell you that because it was supposed to be a surprise but all I got you was a new pair of shoes and new guns especially made for you. With matching gun holders. I give you my word. I didn’t not intend to prank or mock you babe”
Jason seemed to think about it in a while, processing the thought of you bring him something that expensive. It wasn’t unusual of course. He knew how many gifts you’d get him all the time and if this really was the case then he was a complete asshole.
Seing him not answering, you sighed and got off the bed. You didn’t care that he had called you names before. You’d always call eachother names. The though if him not trusting you enough to believe you was what’s killing you.
“I’m sorry Jay. But the fact that you don’t actually trust my word then…” you said, bitterly, before Jason cut you off, to finally speak his mind.
“It’s obvious you didn’t.”
“I can see it in your body language. I’m sorry.” He said, with puffed lips as his eyes looked straight into yours, burning holes in your brain. You didn’t expect that he’d apologize and- “I really do trust you. Utterly. I’d even trust you if you were forced to shoot me. Or if you were supposed to save me from drowning when you didn’t know how to swim! I trust you! And I believe you.”
Your heart melted all the while he spoke. His words were sweet and anger seemed to be gone from his tone. He undeniably loved you. So how could he ever stay mad at you when you gave him your word. You led back onto him on the bed and kissed all over his face.
“Wait, baby wait. I have a mistletoe here we have to actually kiss!” He said, pointing to the mistletoe on top of his bed.
Let’s just say that Jason didn’t chase Damian down in all the Manor naked, once the young boy confessed of his sin.
Boxing isn’t a sport usually known for its teams, but Tiger definitely remembers when he had a trainer, a promoter, and a manager. Who weren’t him.
He especially remembers his trainer. Papa hired him when he was eight just so the young boy can have a more… healthy means of releasing aggression and energy. Stage magic can only release so much pent up energy to strike a blow on a bully’s face. What the kid did at the streets was dangerous… and Papa would rather he punches a bag in a gym rather than a knife-bearer or a gun holder. But Papa didn’t realize what this would to pave the path of the boy’s future. He didn’t want this. He just wanted him to be another magician. But the thrill of the fight… the wild thirst of the hunt of the tiger… it’s in his son. And the Little Tiger can never be tamed.
“Look at him go! That speed! That agility!” Tiger only spent maybe a few weeks on shadowboxing his reflection on the mirror to practice his speed without the aid of weights and balls, and it was working. Just to prove his Papa that he can control his aggression, that the little kitten can be more than a kitten. For one so young, his trainer, Nirav Suri, held high hopes for him. They’d talk about leaving the world of magic and into the ring, making the crowds cheer for something other than a cheap disappearing act. He had a lot to learn, and quite honestly, Nirav was just a hired help. Tiger never saw him again once he turned nineteen. He moved away and retired. He doesn’t even know where he is now.
But he remembers what he said to him last before he moved away:
याद रखें, आपका रास्ता लेने के लिए आपका है अपने क्षेत्र को चिह्नित करें, क्योंकि अब आप छोटे बाघ नहीं हैं। आप महान बाघ हैं दुनिया को अपने घबराहट से कांपना
“Remember, your path is yours to take. Mark your territories, for you’re no longer a little tiger. You are Great Tiger. Make the world tremble to your roar.”
You watch as she looked at you with wide eyes and sunk the spoon in the ice cream cup hitting the glass at the bottom with a sonorous ring.
“Do… do we have to?”
“Of course, we don’t have to if you don’t want to” you hurried to clarify “We will decide it together, but I need to tell you a secret. Can you keep a secret?”
You felt relieved when she nodded, seeming more interested than sad or angry. It was obvious to you that the reaction that she was going to have was probably not the best. You were worried that she’d felt betrayed, so you thought that maybe this was the best way to get into the subject.
Plus, how do you tell a 7 years old that a group of superheroes needs your help to fight bad guys? Maybe a 7 years old would believe it faster than an adult.
“Do you know why Natasha, Bucky, and Steve were here this morning?“
"Bucky said they need you to become a superhero”
Very subtle of him.
You took your time to finish your own ice cream before you added something more to that explanation.
“They want that… and they want us to move in with them. I told them that I needed to talk to you first… so, what do you think?”
“Auntie (Y/N), you already are a superhero,” she said with a giant smile.
“Come here,” you said moving the chair to make space for her to sit on your lap.
Her pigtails were high in her head before you carefully unmade them and combed her hair with your fingers. Luckily, she doesn’t have her mother’s hair, her hair falls to her shoulders in soft and malleable waves, not like your best friend’s uncontrollable mane. You smiled nostalgically.
“Would you like to move in with the Avengers? You have the last word, sweetie. They know you’re my priority”
“What’s a priority?” she said turning to face you with a confused look.
“A priority is when you have something” you explained bopping her nose softly with a finger “that is more important than the rest of the things”
She placed his head on your shoulder.
“I think that I want to”
“Well, do we have a deal then?”
“We didn’t agree on this. I can’t go on a mission right now”
“You accepted, kiddo. Two minutes ago. Plus, there’s no way you can get hurt in this kind of missions. And it’s going to be just 3 hours.”
You sighed and lower your voice to not wake Emily up, who was sleeping in her PJ’s on the sofa. The television in front of her still playing the movie Bolt. You placed a blanket to cover her before you caressed her cheek and took a few steps to the other side of the room.
“I’m not a kid anymore, Mr. Stark. In fact, I have a kid… and I need stability for her. I can tell you have the best intentions but the fastest that you’ll get my help is tomorrow afternoon if one of you take the responsibility to look after Emily when I’d be out. I won’t leave her alone or with a stranger and I am definitely not waking her up right now”
The line went silent for a minute after you spoke.
“Are you even listening to me?” you whispered angrily to the phone.
“(Y/N), It’s Natasha here. How are you? How’s Em doing?”
“Hey. I’m good. She’s sleeping on the sofa. She’s kinda excited about all of this. She was weird in the beginning, too quiet and thoughtful, but now she’s all excitement and superhero stuff”
“She has plenty of that. She showed me the tee she was wearing under the school shirt”
You let a little laugh leak from your lips. She didn’t mention, but Emily had shown you before Nat’s sign on it, right on the left side of her face .
“I know what you’re trying to do… won’t give you my help till tomorrow afternoon and if I know who’s taking care of Em”
“I wasn’t expecting anything less… We will go to the mission with Bucky and Clint. Sam, Wanda, and Steve will be with Emily all the time. Is that ok with you?”
“I… yes, it’s ok. They can handle a 7-year-old”
“I have to ask you something… Can you change someone else’s appearance?”
“Sure thing. For about an hour I can change myself and someone else; if it’s just me I can do it for 4 hours and a half; if it’s not me but someone different I can do it for about 2 hours I think. All depends on the situation and the rest I’ve gotten before”
“Do you think you can transform me for an hour and a half?”
“I think that I can manage that! But I can’t change your body structure, height or weight if you need to fight or run because you won’t feel your body like your own. You’ll feel like it was belong to a stranger”
“Ok, what about my face? I can use a wig for my hair”
“Glad you’re feeling like you need a challenge. What about Bucky’s face at the same time?”
“I have to change me at the same time? Or just you two?”
“We need you too”
“I’ll do my best but I can’t assure you a quantity of time.”
“That’s enough for me. Get some rest, tomorrow’s gonna be a big day”
“See you tomorrow Nat. Please let your friend know that I’m sorry for delaying the mission”
“Don’t worry, he understands.”
Your eyes opened when the sun warmed your body through the window.
You stretched your body still in bed and extend your arm to your left to took your cell phone from the nightstand beside you.
Standing up, you made a few steps to Emily’s room and cautiously opened it a little to take a look at her.
She was fast asleep, her lips a little parted and her arms holding a pink stuffed little giraffe close to her chest.
Unmaking the way, you went straight to the bathroom that was inside your room and took a quick shower. When you finished, you put on some clean clothes and dried your hair.
“Auntie (Y/N)!” a little figure stormed into the room and hung onto your legs.
“Hey, little one. Is everything ok?”
She nodded and hug you tighter
“Look!” she exclaimed opening one of her hands a showing a molar to you “I lost a tooth!”
“OMG! Did it fell this morning? You have to wait for the Tooth Fairy!”
Her excitement grew as she felt yours. How you love this kid, it was unmeasurable.
Both of you went to the kitchen to have breakfast together, some cereal and fruit.
“Sweetie, we have to put some of our things in a backpack. I have to help Natasha, Clint, and Bucky with something today. Is it ok if you stay with Steve, Sam, and Wanda?”
“You will get back, won’t you?”
“Of course, Em, I won’t leave you. Ever. It’s a promise.”
“I’m scared” her voice trembled and was almost a whisper so you made an effort to get what she said. Tho you didn’t need to. A wave of fear from her hit you so hard you had to grip the table.
You wiped the tears that were flowing from her eyes and let her hug you as you round her with your arms.
“I know, sweetheart. It is ok to be scared. But you’re way better than your fears. You’re such a brave girl, as strong as all your heroes, and as smart and beautiful as your parents. You have the greatest heart. And there’s no way I’m going to leave you, honey. I’m so proud of you. I love you”
“I love you too, auntie”
You put the silky red long dress on and fixed your hair and make up.
You were somewhere in Boston, inside a small house in the suburbs. Getting ready for the mission you’d have in the night.
“Do you guys think she’s ok?” you asked to the closed door as you looked at yourself in the mirror.
You loved the backless dress, the way the fabric fell when you moved.
“Relax, (Y/N).” Bucky said from the other side “I bet she’s having fun with the guys. You can call her when we are finished with this.”
You placed the gun holder on your thigh with the gun loaded in place.
“Sorry, I’m just worried. It’s not that I don’t trust you but I bearly know you. I know that she’s safe, but still…”
You opened the door and crossed it with secure steps, enjoying the sudden change in the color of Bucky’s eyes, his pupils getting bigger despite the fact that his face was almost unreadable.
He was wearing a black formal suit and a red tie. You noticed that his metal hand looked like it was made from flesh before you look again to the suit, the cut of the jacket accentuating his shoulders and chest. You looked him in the eyes when you finished admiring his clothes. You were so sorry that have to transform his features.
“You look great” Clint praised.
You took a look at him. He was lying on the couch with a semi-formal suit and his shoes hanging from a side of the furniture.
Did he just call you…? You blushed fiercely and have to look away.
“Thank you guys, you’re looking very handsome too. Your dates are very lucky”
“Can’t tell the same from mine”
Laughing you turned to see Nat coming from the other door.
“I love these entries” she winked at you.
She was wearing a black long dress with a big neckline.
“Are you ready to kick some ass?”
You nodded and you all made your way to the party you have to get into. Clint was driving the car, so that gave you the practicality to look at their faces. When you reached the place, Bucky got off the car and opened the door for you.
“Thank you, handsome sir”
You took the arm Bucky was offering to you, you took notice that it was the right arm and not the left one.
Clint laughed to the “that was so embarrassing” that Nat let out but you two never listened.
“C’mon love birds, we need to get our asses to work so you can flirt later”
You went as red as your dress and avoid their eyes, looking to the ground as you walked the streets still clutching Bucky’s arm.
When you get to the corner, you waited for Nat and Clint and then concentrate on her face as you close your eyes and try to change her features without ruining her efforts with the makeup.
You opened your eyes and agree with the result. Then you passed to Bucky. Lord forgive me, you thought before you made the sin to change his face.
“Ok, this is just awesome”
Then you concentrate in your face.
“Let’s go guys. This is time-limited edition.”
Natasha made her way first, followed by Clint. You waited a few minutes before you imitate her.
“(Y/N)” he called you before you entered the building “Please forgive me if I make you uncomfortable in any way”
You were well aware that you two will have to act as a couple meanwhile Nat will try to get information and Clint will be incognito, that meant that you will have a lot of PDA.
"Bucky, I’m ok with this” You assured him “Are you?”
“More than ok, I just don’t want you to think that I’ll take advantage of the situation”
“I know you won’t. I trust you”
You felt his mix of feelings, his confusion and hope, his fear and his proud, the disbelief. You didn’t realize until now that you were probably one of a few that would trust him before you really know him. Of course, not everyone gives him that trust, not in this job, and not with his past.
He took a deep breath and smiled to you. You could watch his true smile under the fake face your power have given to him. And it felt right.
“He’s lying,” you said to your comm.
Nat nodded almost unnoticeably.
Goosebumps appeared on your body as Bucky’s fingers stroke tenderly your back and he led you through the dancefloor.
Despite the situation, you were having fun. Dancing in Bucky’s arms and listening to his breezy comments. You find yourself wishing you were enjoying this with him as a real thing. Maybe it was all the emotions or maybe just the fatigue of using all your powers at the same time.
“Bucky, I don’t know how long I can do this for. I’m really tired. It’s been almost two hours” you whispered in his ear.
“You’re doing an awesome job. Better than you thought, better than you ever did. You’re so strong.”
Your knees got weaker and Bucky’s left arm hold you standing in place. You felt Clint’s voice through the comms.
“Tasha you need to hurry up”
“Shit, Bucky… your face…”
He sighed relieved when he saw Nat‘s face was still not hers.
“It’s ok, this is still an awesome job. You did great. We’re going to wait for Natalia to finish and we’re going out so you can rest. Is that ok?”
You nodded slowly and he dropped his face into the curve between your shoulder and chin.
“Can you cover my face with your hand?”
You complied with his request tracing the border of his face with your fingers as you got closer to his face. He tilted his head a little and draw nearer.
“Tasha is out. You can go now”
He rolled his eyes and you giggled a little. Trying to get all the leftovers of your energy back, you transfigured his face again before he helped you and your shaky legs through the dancefloor and to the exit.
“J-James…” you stuttered a few blocks away from the ball.
Your sight was blurred and you were really dizzy.
“You ok?” he asked concerned “You’re so pale”
“No, I don’t know…” the grip of your hands on his arm got weaker despite you tried to make it tighter “I’m… I think I’m going to…”
That was the last words you could produce before everything went blank as you fainted.
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He was pretty sure they’d bugged the room, and he’d turn the room upside down to find it, but the felling of being watched was also making his skin crawl, so if they saw him searching for the bug they’d planted, their whole cover would be blown. “Babe.” He said, the tone was flat, he wasn’t used to calling anyone like that, and when their director had assigned them this mission, he fought it, because no way was he going to be a married man, but here he was, ring locked around his finger, in a small home that their business bought for their cover. He walked out of the room, being sure to cover the gun resting in the holder at the base of his back, “Erica honey, where are my keys?” He said, coming up behind her, his hands moving over her hips, surrounding her waist.
MARRY ME? Can you do an imagine
with the joker using one of your prompts “Marry me?” :)))
was being blasted out inside the club, while you sat on J’s lap, sipping a
martini. You were both waiting for a potential client to arrive, while waiting
J decided to get a little touchy. You were straddled on top of him, looking
down into his grey-blue eyes. “Puddin’! Stop it! We have to look professional!”
you whined, taking his hands of your waist. He laughed, throwing his head back.
“No one will question us Y/N, they know better than that.” You joined in with
Not before long,
Frost led the client to the Gotham power couple. As he sat down, you swung your
leg over the Joker, sitting down next to him. “Just as reminder, J don’t shake hands, sit
down.” Frost explained before turning around, keeping guard. The man looked
terrified, “Joker, I’ve been sent by one of Monster’s men. He heard about what
happened that night, he wants vengeance. He wants the girl.” You and Joker’s
heads whipped round at what he said. Joker stood up, moving around the table to
stand in front of the man. “You want my girl? Huh? My doll.” He snarled in his
face, growling at him after. You rose from your seat, pulling J back into his
seat. “Now, Now baby. It ain’t his fault. Isn’t that right sweetheart?” you
questioned, making your way over to the guy, sitting in his lap. He could see
that the Joker wasn’t very happy, as his mouth was pulled into a straight line.
“Now, if your gang
wants a little vengeance, I understand. But if it wasn’t for T’s eyes wondering
where they shouldn’t he wouldn’t be dead. It was really his own fault.” You stated,
slowly grabbing a gun from behind the man’s head, slowly grinding your hips
into his crotch. He rolled his head back, eyes closed. “So you tell your little
Girl Scout club to fuck off and if you ever bother Mr.J again, I’ll kill you
all.” You finished before raising the gun to his forehead, squeezing the
trigger. You heard J manically laughing behind you as the man’s blood splattered
all over your corset and face.
The Joker picked you
up, spinning you around before capturing your lips with his. “God damn doll,
Marry me already, would ya?” he asked, as you gasped, placing your hand over
your mouth. “Do you really mean it, Puddin’?” you smiled, as he ran his fingers
through your hair, his gun holders pressed up on your body. “Of cause I do,
doll. Together, we will rule over Gotham.” He laughed, before asking Frost to
bring some Champagne up for you both.