“Everybody was wearing rhinestones, all those sparkly clothes, and
cowboy boots. I decided to wear a black shirt and pants and see if I
could get by with it. I did and I’ve worn black clothes ever since. ”
Derek wakes up to the birds chirping outside and the sun shining on his face, as a soft breeze blew in from the open window. Stiles must have opened it this morning to get some fresh air into the house. Derek rolls over searching for his husband only to find empty sheets that seemed to have been vacant for quite some time. He frowns sitting up, he searches around the room trying to find his better half, so he can drag him back to bed for some anniversary sex.
It was their four year anniversary and Derek intended to make love to his husband all day. He gets out of the bed slipping on his robe and stepping into his slippers. Stiles always teased him for having a robe and slippers calling Derek an old man before Derek pinned him to the bed showing him what this “old man” could do. He walks over to the open door their dog following close behind him. He notices a sticky note on the door and takes it off the door, he chuckles softly when he sees that it says, “Happy Anniversary!” on it.
Of course Stiles would do this on their anniversary. He follows the arrow on the sticky note finding another one on the bathroom door.
“Four long years we’ve been married” Derek reads. He rolls his eyes biting his lip to keep himself from smiling so hard. He follows the directions given on the note finding one on the closet door.
“I can’t believe I used to hate you!” It says. Derek laughs at this remembering how they used to argue whenever they saw each other. He goes down the stairs finding one on the banister. He picks it up reading it.
“Sorry I got you arrested…”
Derek snorts looking over at the other banister like the note told him. He finds another one picking it up.
“You make my world ten times more brighter!” he reads. He smiles looking at the little sun Stiles drew. He follows the instructions to go to the kitchen and finds a note on the toaster. He picks it up feeling giddy.
“Sorry I burn the toast…”
Derek laughs at the sad face remembering all the times Stiles attempted to make toast, but always ended up burning it. He looks at the cabinets and sees another note reading it.
“And break plates…”
He chuckles remembering when Stiles dropped a plate the other day and started crying. He made sure the Stiles felt better by buying him the biggest chocolate milkshake at their favorite ice cream place. He heads over to the counter like the instructions said and reads a note.
“And put the dent in the counter…”
Derek snorts remembering when they first started having sex and slamming Stiles onto the counter leaving a huge dent in their counter. He smiles following the instructions to go to the dining room. He sets the other notes down on their table reading the one left at the edge.
“I love it when you make pasta…” it says. He looks where the arrow on the note was pointing.
“Or make me coffee in the mornings.” he reads as soon as he finds the note. Derek grins at the blue coffee cup Stiles drew that was like the one in the cabinet right now. He continues to look in the same direction finding another note.
“You have no idea how much I appreciate you!” he reads. He feels his cheeks heat up and his chest swell. He follows the instructions of going to the living making sure to take all the notes with him. He finds a note on the back of the couch picking it up.
“I love watching those boring documentaries with you.” Derek reads. He smiles remembering how Stiles spent most of the time whining and complaining about how they were boring, but continued to watch them because he knew Derek liked them. He reads the instructions and heads over to the bookshelf and picks up another note reading it.
“You’re so peaceful when you read.”
Derek blushes and follows the arrow over to their DVD rack where they kept all the DVD’s they’ve collected over the years. He finds another note in the superhero section picking it up.
“You have a horrible taste in superheroes!” he reads. He laughs shaking his head, only Stiles would argue about that. He follows the instructions on the note and walks over to the coffee table.
“But you always make it up to me.” Derek reads. He smirks remembering the countless times he’s had Stiles on the coffee table, as Derek gave him a blowjob while they watched another Batman movie. He picks up the note looking where it was pointing at and heads over to his study. He finds a note on the door.
“I admire how hard you work.” it says. He smiles walking into the study spotting a note on the computer. He reads it’s chuckling.
“Thanks for letting me play games on here.”
He smiles following the sign that points at his bookshelf. He grabs it biting his lip.
“I love that you have an endless amount of amazing books!” he reads. He smiles looking at his bookshelf, picturing Stiles running his hand along the spines of the books as Derek works on his latest project. He follows the arrow to his desk seeing a note on one of his latest designs.
“You’re drawings are truly amazing Derek.”
Derek smiles picking the note up he looks around his desk looking for any more. He sees a note on the drawing he has been working on for years for the Hale house. He picks it up and reads it.
“Someday we’ll have the perfect house.” he reads. Derek gives a soft smile tracing a finger over the small, blue house. He chuckles at the instructions telling him to keep looking in the same direction. He finds another one next to the drawing seeing the same blue house.
“The perfect place to have children.” it says. He lets out a low growl his wolf going wild at the thought of having pups around the house. He looks at the two hearts close to the house, one heart blue and the other pink. He frowns wondering why the other one was blue, he walks out of his study following the instructions to look for the dog. He finds the note on the dog’s collar.
“You’re so loving even to the smallest things.” Derek reads. He smiles petting the dog fondly. The dog showed up at their house 2 years ago hurt and cold. He didn’t want to keep the dog, but gave in when Stiles gave him the puppy eyes Derek could never say no to. He reads the instructions and heads to the front door peeling off the note.
“And caring!” he reads. He smiles looking at the hearts surrounding the word caring. He follows the instructions to look at screen door opening the front door. He finds another note with a heart.
“Words cannot express how much I love you!” it says. He feels his chest swell at the endearing note, he walks onto the porch finding a note on the stairs.
“You’re so brave Derek.” he reads. He gives a small smile looking around for Stiles, but only sees more notes on their walkway. He walks down the stairs picking up the first one.
“You have the most amazing smile!” he reads. Derek chuckles shaking his head, only Stiles would be this cheesy. He walks over to the second note and picks it up.
“I get lost in your eyes every time I look at you!”
Derek snorts cringing a little at how corny it was. He walks over to the next note bending down.
“I love you to the moon and beyond!” Derek reads smiling fondly. It was Stiles’s favorite saying even though it was supposed to be a joke. He looks at the big stack of sticky notes in his hand smiling, this was way better than his idea. He finds the next one not too far away almost at the end of the walkway. He picks it up and reads it.
“This is where we first kissed and the moment I realized I loved you.”
Derek bites his lip remembering the day Stiles kissed him for the first time. How his heart was beating out of his chest and the way Stiles looked at him. He follows the instructions and heads to the woods finding a note on the tree that leads into the woods.
“I’m sorry your family is dead. I would do anything to them back to you…” Derek frowns as he reads the note confused on why the sudden change in the mood. He continues on finding more notes on more trees.
“I’m sorry you’ve struggled for so long…” Derek reads. His frown continues as he reads more notes.
“I’m sorry people say mean things when they see us in public…”
Derek starts to panic. He hurries to the next note trying to figure out what was going on.
“I’m sorry I can’t get pregnant.” the next one says. Derek adds it to his pile and heads for the last note smelling Stiles’s familiar scent.
“I’m sorry for ever making you cry.” the very last note says. He follows Stiles’s scent the notes balled in his fist. He’s interpret them later, but right now he needs to be with Stiles. When he finally reaches Stiles he pulls him into a hug breathing in his scent. Stiles giggles hugging him back.
“What’s wrong is everything alright?!” Derek asks checking for any cuts or bruises. Stiles laughs and pushes him away.
“I’m fine Derek,” Stiles says fixing his shirt. “What makes you think anything is wrong?”
“The notes.” Derek says frowning. Stiles laughs again and shakes his head.
“You’re forgetting the most important ones.” Stiles says. He points at the note on his shirt. Derek peels it off reading it.
“I can’t wait for you to be a father!” he reads. He looks at Stiles confused. Stiles gives him a smile and lifts up his shirt to reveal a small baby bump with a sticky note on it.
“A father to a beautiful, baby boy…or girl.” it says. Derek looks up his eyes wide. He drops to his knees pulling the note off Stiles tummy. He sets his ear on Stiles’s stomach listening to Stiles’s heartbeat and one more. He looks up tears pooling in his eyes.
“How far along are you?” Derek asks.
“Three months.” Stiles says running a hand through Derek’s hair.
“How did I not know?” Derek whispers. He rests his head on Stiles’s stomach again.
“I had Deaton help me hide it,” Stiles says. “I wanted it to be a surprise for you.”
“I thought-I thought that we couldn’t get pregnant.” Derek says. He kisses Stiles’s stomach listening to the small heartbeat again.
“Deaton found this spell book and I found something about pregnancies, so I figured I’d try it.” Stiles says. Derek continues to rub his stomach the tears flowing down his cheeks.
“I’m going to be a dad?” He asks shocked. Stiles laughs continuing to run his hands through Derek’s hair.
“Happy anniversary babe.” Stiles says. Derek stands up and kisses his husband with as much emotion he could pour into a kiss. This truly was the best anniversary gift a man could possible get from his spouse.
(Just a little thing I did yesterday nothing too important. There were also some baby hints in there see if you can try and find them except the last two they just give it away. There’s a couple!)
-probably while walking through the park, or in a flower garden; anywhere you can hear your own thoughts
-you were just chilling and had nothing better to do but admire the scenery of mid-autumn
-and like from a movie, yoongi emerges from the falling leaves
-you stare at him
-and he stares back
-the two of you stare at each other
-and stare at each other
-and stare at each other
-nobody actually goes there except for you two weirdos
-to break the tension you give an awkward half-wave and he just nods back
-basically the two of you just go your separate ways and ignore one another
-BUT BOTH OF YOU ALWAYS COME TO THE PARK AROUND THE SAME TIME TO RELAX AND RELIEVE STRESS
-so it’s becoming an usual routine on bumping purposely into the cute boy who always had on red headphones
-and you develop a small crush on him ever since you caught him humming to can’t stop by cnblue they’re your favorite kpop band and fanboys are so FRICKIN rare in the fandom
-he has an excellent music taste marry him
-but whenever you try to initiate a conversation between the two of you about cnblue’s music you chicken out and he just brushes past you
-one day he doesn’t show up at the park
-”maybe he just didn’t want to come today” you don’t give it much thought
-the following day he doesn’t show up either
“Something probably came up”
-and the next day after that
-yoongi’s been missing for a week
-YOU GET SO CONCERNED ABOUT HIM YOU LITERALLY WAIT IN FRONT OF THE PARK HOPING YOU COULD SEE A GLIMPSE OF HIS SHADOW SOMEWHERE
-he still doesn’t show up for a great deal of time
-so you’re roaming around the area by yourself everyday (with the occasional creepy old man that does morning walks) and you regret never catching his name nor his phone number because what a cutie you’ll never get that chance again
-you guys meet again three months later coincidentally on the street
-and you’re staring at the black-haired boy in S H O C K
-god has given you a second chance to prove yourself
-growing increasingly bold, you step up and look him straight in the eye, sticking out your hand
-”hey, i’m y/n… that girl from the park you used to go to??”
-”oh hi, yes, from the park? i’m yoongi. Min yoongi. Nice to meet you”
-YOU KNOW HIS NAME WHAT AN ACCOMPLISHMENT ASDFGHJKL;
-unfortunately, you couldn’t even look at him properly to speak since the two of you were shoved around by the crowd from blocking the sidewalk
-yoongi, unfazed by the pushing, tucks his hands into his hoodie pocket
- ”we shouldn’t stand here; there’s people trying to pass by. Do you have something to tell me?”
-and YOU JUMP AT THIS OPPORTUNITY BECAUSE WHEN THE HELL DID YOU GET SO LUCKY
-”y-yes i do! Would you care for an americano?”
-it’s three in the afternoon who drinks americano at late noon honestly
-but surprisingly he agrees??
-what a weirdo
-the waiter sets down your drinks at the cafe; the aroma of coffee is the BEST
-lost in each other’s words, you guys chat about music, music, and more music
-HE’S ONE OF CNBLUE’S TOP FANS husband material right there
-Yoongi tells you that he’s part of a boy band, called BTS, though they haven’t debuted yet. To your surprise -how? he’s been oozing swag and confidence from day one-, he’s a rapper, not a singer
-after spending almost an hour with him, you fall in love with his taste in music, taste in fashion, and taste in everything in general. How do boys like him still exist??
-obviously you could talk to him for the whole day without running out of anything to converse about, but Yoongi, apologetically tells you he has somewhere to be although he enjoyed chatting with you
-you guys part ways, but not before exchanging numbers
-AND YOU JUST COULDN’T WAIT TO SEE HIM AGAIN so you call him every other two days just to chit-chat about nothing
-he doesn’t decline your offers unless he has to go to work and even then he promises to make up for the missed ‘date’
-what a respectful cutie
-you guys spend most of your time together, and he eventually he looks forward to your incoming calls
-”y/n? Yeah i didn’t leave the house yet i’ll take a few minutes to get there” and he gets out of the bed so quickly jin would’ve thought the house was on fire to get him to move like that
-and one day…
-you confess accidentally over the phone; jokingly saying “i love you” to him after he does a favor for you
-cue the awkwardness in the call i’m shocked you didn’t hang up
-”oh you do? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)”
-”yoongi what that was a-”
-”no i’m serious, don’t you like me?”
-”… you do don’t you”
-”it’s not like you’ll be my boyfriend anyways idiot”
-”i’ll be your boyfriend”
-”i said i’ll be your-”
-”i swear to god if you’re playing a prank on me i will personally march over to your studio and beat the living daylights out of you”
-”( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) i always knew you liked me why didn’t you confess earlier”
-”MIN YOONGI ANSWER MY QUESTION”
-”when’s the date beautiful”
-and that’s how the confession went in very simple words
-definitely no pda between you or him
-like he would hold your hands once or twice in public but that’s it
-he must be the one to initiate snuggling, or else he gets annoyed/uncomfortable
-busy most of the time with comebacks and writing new songs especially with BTS’s thriving popularity… you would get extremely worried if he sleeps at the studio and forgets to call you to tell you he’s coming home late because he’s pulled that multiple times already -not on purpose tho he would never want to worry you like that-
-so many reminders from you to him to eat/breathe a little
-contrary to what yoongi usually acts like, he’s very, very hardworking when it comes to his passions. The only breaks he take is when he sleeps and when he uses the toilet you’re so proud of him for being so dedicated to his career
-he’s committed to his idol duties even his s/o can’t convince him otherwise
-you thank the LORD FOR SLOW ALBUM SALES because you two never spend time together as a couple anymore
-one positive thing after the hectic schedules he has as an idol however is that CUDDLING. POSSIBILITIES. ARE. STRONGER. THAN. EVER.
-yoongi always buries his face in your neck whenever he hugs you from the back -it sends butterflies down to your stomach hE NEEDS TO STOP BREATHING ON YOUR COLLARBONE- and acknowledges the new shampoo/conditioner/body lotion/perfume you’re using -you don’t have to ask him if he notices your new haircut he notices even if he doesn’t say anything trust me-
-absolutely adorable in his sleep?? How can such an evil person look like an angel when sleeping that’s your question
-insults come on a daily basis -they’re lighthearted yoongi wouldn’t actually hurt you with his words-
-although he ruthlessly gives opinions, you always know he loves you
-take his kisses for example
-i see him as a person who likes to give their s/o lazy pecks on their forehead, cheek or lips~ it’s sweet and intimate, and it doesn’t require him to put much effort into it
-however, this does NOT mean he’s a bad kisser!! Once in he’s in the mood, he’ll bruise your lips to the point where they become so swollen that you’re having trouble communicating with other humans
-you two will be a spontaneous couple; planned dates aren’t really his thing. That’s not necessarily a bad thing tho! It’ll make you both treasure memories more
-the first date would be to the arcade or maybe somewhere not exactly quiet, but where you guys can really feel connected as a couple and discuss deep topics about life -and music-
-once bts’s popularity expands internationally and domestically, yoongi starts being burdened about how fans would take your relationship with him
-”will they react kindly to y/n?? Will saesangs target her? Should i even reveal our level of intimacy or insist we’re friends??”
Pairing: Jerome Valeska/Joker x Reader x Peter Parker/Spiderman.
Prompt: You had enough with Jerome as he keeps seducing other girls in front of you so you plan to leave him and go to New York. Where you will find yourself stuck in the web of another bug who will fall in love with you.
OMG. YOU GUYS HAVE BEEN SO KIND TO ME AT THE COMMENTS ASDFGHKL. Anyways~ Back to the point! This part 2 took me awhile! ^^”, I don’t really have much complete plot line for this story so yeah. And if you’re wondering, isn’t Gotham actually New York? Well, I knew that and this are two alternate universe conjoined to each other so mind as well say Gotham is different city in this reader insert, also Gotham isn’t really a popular city in this AU so yeah. Enjoy reading!
It was a long ride to New York and you were awakened around the afternoon to find the owner of the bus tapping you.
“Miss, this is the last stop.”
You groaned and hoisted, nodding at the old man and resumed on walking out of the bus. The city of New York was eventful, and you couldn’t help but gawk at how optimistic the people are here. In Gotham, people feared for their lives but here you could see children moving around freely, stands that aren’t broken and everything that is the opposite of Gotham.
You separated the hood that was covering your face off. People here don’t really know much about Gotham so why bother cover up like some paparazzi would start taking picture of you. The rumbling of your stomach disturbed your fantasy, and you started to find some restaurant or whatever eatery that could provide you food for your hunger. Your luck remained beside for you as you found a hotdog stand in a distant. You paid for the hotdog that was on a stick with ketchup that accessorized it. You sat on a bench that was shaded by a tree and started to eat the food. While eating you brought out your cellphone.
And to your fear he texted you.
“Shit, now he would start find me. Better keep a low profile now,” you winced at the thought. You always loved attention and just having a low profile is hard for the formal serial killer. You threw the phone at the earth and started stomping on it, which made some civilians gaze at you with oddness. You just wanted to stare back at the people and threat but you reminded yourself that you’re trying a new life as a rational person once again.
“There, no tracing me.” You muttered but then you grasped at the reality. “Fuck, now I don’t have a phone…”
You heaved a sigh and clutched your bag and roamed around for a while, trying to find a cheap hotel before you get a job. But then life teases you so much as you made another turn and saw a Mall with an Apple Shop. You smirked, “Maybe stealing for a second wouldn’t hurt.”
Dragging the hood and is now covering your face, you arrived at the mall in silence. You passed the security with a little trick that Jerome taught you once, just thinking about that name made you wince. As you passed, the guards nod and you’re now almost free to steal hundreds of things in this mall but an IPhone is the only thing you needed for now. Maybe a MacBook too, it was a good decision so you included it at the list to steal in your head.
You entered the shop, and examined for any security cameras. “Of course there would be,” you murmured as you sighted three.
You then went to a laptop, which was not occupied and sneakingly hacked the system and deactivated the cameras one by one. Now your next plan, which you weren’t proud, had, consist of aiming a pistol towards the cashier.
“I need a phone dear, the latest one. And if you don’t hand it over to me I’ll—” you shot one person at the head that was trying to escape. “Do that to you,” you spoke. Aiming once again to the cashier. “Y-yes sir!” she complied and proceeded to give you an IPhone, “Also give me one of the MacBook Air.” The cashier once again nodded and gave you the bag of the laptop. You proceeded to put the box to your backpack but then heard the girl calling 911. You rolled your eyes then shot her but then you heard the speakers of the mall alarming people.
You took your time but then you heard someone behind you. “Whoa man, stop right there.”
Turning back you saw a man dressed up in a spider suit which was odd because spiders couldn’t possible have red and blue color at the same time, right?
“The fuck is this, child’s play?” you thought out loud. “I wouldn’t think of that if I were you sir.” He then proceeded to shoot some web trying to get the gun but you managed to toss it and catch it with your other hand, you were completely surprised. People in New York have supernatural abilities? This will probably be harder than you thought it would be. You then shot the glass wall and dived in and continued on running, gripping the two bags tightly. The spider boy continued to chase you, you tried to lose him but he was too fast. You started to climb a ladder of a building. You were really talented on gymnastics and parkour because of your job in the circus with Jerome.
When you were now at the rooftop spider boy was there, stretching.
“Mister you need to give that back!” you could almost imagine him beaming in triumph. You grumbled then sprint towards him, which made him, shock for a moment but then recovered back, you proceeded to engage a fight with him. You swing some punches to him and tried to kick him, which he kept dodging. Unfortunately, he was too quick and when you avoided one of his fists your hood fell and revealed your ponytailed/hair.
“Y-You’re a girl?!” he gasped but then you managed to kick him on the chest and made a run for it. But when you were about to jump off the building and land to another one with such a great distance. Spider boy achieved to fire some webs on your leg when you jumped and tugged you towards him and proceeded to shoot some webs on all of your limbs, straining you. Preventing you to flee. You wriggled frustration is getting you.
“LET ME GO YOU FUCKING HERO WANNA BE SPIDER!”
“W-whoa! Calm down ma’am.” He brought out both of his hand and raised it beside him in a mocking manner. “If you didn’t stole, you wouldn’t been in this situation.”
The man in spider suit advanced picked the bag and the other bag, which has the laptop in it, hopefully it didn’t broke “Let me just get this and call the police—“
“JEROME! PLEASE DON’T DO THIS TO ME!”
The man stared at you as you started to cry and shout he was confused on why you were acting like that. A trick? No, it seems genuine.
The cops dragged you at the station while you were crying and freaking out. “Madam, that man is a psychopath. He could never love you, he brought you in this situation and you chose to believe him and now this is the punishment.”
“No… J loves me he loves me! He wouldn’t leave me in this son of a bitch jail…. JEROME!” you said, struggling. Some of your faith was vanished when the police said those words. No, he couldn’t possibly abandon you here. Isolated. Few ticks ago, you and Jerome slaughtered most of the children and some parents in a birthday party. One of the neighbors overheard it and called the police leaving you unalert but Jerome knew this. So when you started to blow a punch on one of the children on the face, Jerome said that he would be back with a surprise. This is the second time both of you had a murder spree, so you could call yourself novice. You nodded, grinning at him and heard the door shut. You continued on punching, stomping, having the time of your life and releasing all of the stress that was buckled up inside you.
You heard someone unlocked the door and you turned back smiling, “Jerome! This is fun!”
But it wasn’t Jerome you saw. It was three cops raising their guns at you. Now, you could easily escape this now but you weren’t witty back then. And that lead to the condition you were, in a cold prison. How did you get out? An acquaintance of Jerome and you from the circus helped you abscond. It was successful but when she said that you shouldn’t do it again and that Jerome is a bad deal you didn’t consider her advice. The next day you went to the circus to find Jerome with a brunette playing some games.
“Mr. J!” you called out, they both turned around. The girl was angelic looking but had an aura around her that you didn’t like, when you glanced at Jerome. You swore he looked disappointed but rapidly covered it up. “Oh hey (Y/N)!” No sweet calls, no welcome back. As if he didn’t care you getting sealed up in the dungeon of a jail for five months, no hugs, no anything. Your heart stopped; this was the first time your heart broke due to love. “Who’s she?” the girl inquired Jerome.
“She’s a close friend of mine, hun.” You stared at him, eyes like saucer. “Please excuse us for a moment.”
You were about to speak up for yourself when he held your hand and dragged you in a well dim place. He looked at you, smiled. “I’m happy you’re out darling.” This gave you hope, a small smile managed to creep on to your face. “Don’t worry about her, bug. She is just my new play toy, I still love you so much. Now be quiet of our relationship darling, it will ruin the fun.” He whispered and pecked my lips, it was quick which you were disappointed about but at least he gave some of his attention.
After that, he continued to do that same act again. Making you trust him, but smash it, then having an affair with another woman but claims that the female is another toy to him and you’re his soul mate.
“Jerome, don’t leave me…. I’m sorry for being a pain in the ass, I’m sorry for disturbing your torture, I’m sorry for asking too many question about the different girls you brought in the house! I just want you to stay Jerome…”
Spiderman looked at you confused but gloomy at the same time. He wondered what happened to your past life that made your life so miserable. He assumed it was this “Jerome” person you were confessing about. He started to believe that you didn’t seem to be a bad person at all. Well being a homicidal person is unhealthy and awful but you seemed just mentally ill and had a hard time on your life. He couldn’t believe it but he is actually convinced that you can be cured. He pondered to whether give you to the police or just probably help you cope up and have a sane life. He felt sympathy. You seemed really afraid of being in jail; all people are but you in different case.
He sighed, “I’m going to regret this.”
“Spiderman!” he heard the cops call out. He then proceeded to slide down the building, landing gracefully on top of the car of the police. “Did you manage to capture the burglar?” the fat police said, while the other police searched for the robber.
“Sorry o-officer…” he gulped. He wasn’t really a good liar; he just hoped they bought it. “The thief escaped. I’m really sorry.”
The policeman sighed, “Well… It happens, not all heroes could do their job perfectly.” He winced, his reputation decreasing.
“Alright, I’ll just go…” he answered back, swinging and jumping back at the building. He saw you passed out, in exhaustion probably.
“Spiderman, helping a criminal. What a news, I just hope I wouldn’t get caught…” He anticipated, detaching his mask. He wiped his sweat and looked at the sunset, then back to you. “What was I thinking?…” Peter walked towards you and kneels down. “Well… Off we go miss criminal, I guess?” he questioned to himself before putting his mask on and picking you up then going back to his and his Aunt May’s apartment. He was just thankful that Aunt May was on a vacation the one and only Tony Stark.
If this dog was a human his name would be Chad and he’d be in the biggest fraternity on campus and he would call you his beautiful Mocha Latte Nestlé chocolate Hershey bar princess and he would listen to Future on full blast but lock his doors when he sees a 67 year old Black man walking two hundred feet away from him.
There are a lot of bad ways you could spend an afternoon off, but one of the worst ways would probably be if you had to do a repetitive task for hours and hours while people watched. I wouldn’t say it’s the number one worst way to pass the time: for instance, finding out you had a number of terrible diseases from several different doctors over the span of several hours would be much worse. But if you had to spend your afternoon off collecting pine cones from a public pine tree and carrying the pine cones several metres to a wheelbarrow you would certainly be frustrated. If you couldn’t get the wheelbarrow closer than 3 or 4 metres away because there was a soft, grassy incline, your frustration would almost certainly increase, and while it seems possible you might gain some satisfaction from the knowledge that no members of the public would roll their ankle from stepping on a stray pine cone thanks to your efforts, it can be challenging to maintain that sense of perspective when you remember you could be spending your afternoon off doing something more enjoyable.
It would probably make the whole thing worthwhile if a modelling agency talent scout saw your confident stride while you were walking back and forth from the wheelbarrow to the pine tree and cast you as the chief model in a fashion show. It’d be incredibly cool if the fashion show was tomorrow, in Paris, and they had to take you straight to the airport, and you got to fly first class. Best of all would be if you had a great night’s sleep on the plane and woke up as the plane was descending into Paris Airport and when you walked in the fashion show everyone agreed you had an incredible gift. If that happened, and then you got paid for it as well, that would be amazing. If it led to a successful career as a model that fed into a TV presenting gig and you used your high profile to produce critically acclaimed new television shows it’d just be the cherry on top. If you amassed a fortune and used it for philanthropic ends you’d be about as happy as possible.
On the other hand, it would make the whole thing immeasurably worse if you saw a dishevelled old man walking into a cheap Indian diner right near where you were working and he looked exactly like your father who you haven’t seen for several years. If the old man walked like him, and was wearing cheap clothes to the cheap restaurant by himself because he only ever bought cheap clothes and ate at cheap restaurants and didn’t need other people to be happy - that would NOT feel great. If you stopped what you were doing to see if it was actually him and realised that it wasn’t, you’d feel like a stupid idiot on top of everything else. A stupid, sad idiot. Sometimes feelings you keep locked away inside can be released very quickly and effortlessly by the right combination of stimuli, which is not the recipe for a good time. It’d ruin your afternoon even more. That’s all but guaranteed.
That’s why people have jobs instead of the afternoon off. Due to that risk.
Requested: Yes Prompt: 5. “Wait a minute. Are you jealous?” with Dean Winchester Summary: A vampire hunt goes off tracks. Word Count: 1000
You unzipped your black leather jacket and settled it on the back of the bar stool, knowing you had the full attention of your target. He was a vampire that had drawn your attention by his pattern of seducing women and leading them to their deaths. As you revealed your bare shoulders, you fought the chill that crept up your spine at the intense feeling of being watched. You watched him make his way towards you from your peripheral vision. You pretended not to notice him as you smiled at the bartender.
“What can I get for you?” the older man asked as he tossed his bar rag over his shoulder.
“I’ll just have a cold beer,” you answered politely.
“You sound like my kind of woman,” a deep, smooth voice chuckled from your right. You turned and eyed the man with feigned interest. “Do you mind if I join you, darling?” he asked. You batted your eyes lashes and sucked your bottom lip between your teeth as you let your eyes skim over him. He was tall and lean, but you didn’t doubt he was strong.
“I don’t mind at all,” you smirked and leaned forward on the bar, revealing more cleavage. His dark eyes honed in on the movement. You couldn’t help but smile as he fell for your bait. Now all you had to do was lead him outside and snap the trap.
The bartender popped the top on a beer and set it in front of you. You picked it up and took a long swig, relishing the cold liquid as it slid down your throat. He grinned and never took his eyes off you as he sipped from his own beer.
“Open a tab, anything this lady wants, is on me,” he told the old man who nodded and walked away.
“Oh, you don’t have to do that,” you placed a hand on his firm bicep. He simply waved his hand dismissively and took another sip.
“A woman as lovely as you, shouldn’t have to pay for drinks,” he hit on you. You resisted the urge to roll your eyes at his mock chivalry. You played along and kept conversation headed in the right direction. You told him everything he would want to hear. You had no family, you were out here alone looking for work, and no one knew you were here. It made you a perfect target. As the conversation turned personal, he slipped his hand across your thigh. You startled slightly as you heard glass shatter from across the bar. You raised a brow and scanned the crowd to see Dean glaring at the back of the vampire’s head. You couldn’t help but shake your head.
“Why don’t we get out of here?” he suggested as he slid his hand towards your hip. You smiled flirtatiously.
“I couldn’t have said it better myself,” you smirked your red lips and stood up. You pulled your jacket off the chair and in a fluid motion, you put it on and threw a wink at him. He smirked and led you by your hand out of the bar. You spared a glance back at Sam and Dean to see them move forward.
Instead of leading you to the parking lot, like you expected, he led you around the building to the grimy, shadowed side. He pushed you against the wall and smashed his mouth against yours. Your mind spun as you were caught off guard. You expected him to take you to an abandoned place, like he had with all his other victims. His hands explored your body, and you felt violated by his touch. One of his cold, dead hands slipped into your hair while the other jerked your leg around his waist.
“I haven’t wanted a woman like I want you before,” he growled softly into your ear. You felt another disturb chill. “I think I’ll keep you,” he added, his voice growing rougher. When he pulled back, you saw the row of razor sharp teeth in his mouth. Your eyes widened and you shoved against him with all your strength. He stumbled back, taken off guard. With some space, you entered into a fighting stance. He sneered and lunged forward at you. You dodged and with a quick movement, pulled out the silver knife that you kept tucked in your boot.
“A hunter!?” he growled. “I’ll make a pet out of you,” he sneered before surging forward again. He tackled you to the ground and you brought your knife up between the two of you. Before you could make the killing cut, his head rolled off to the left and his dark blood splattered all over you.
“Eww,” you groaned and pushed his limp corpse off of you. You looked up to see Dean holding a machete now covered in blood. He looked worried and you wanted to roll your eyes. “I totally had him,” you complained as you took Dean’s offered hand. You frowned at the blood that smeared over your cheek.
“He was all over you,” Dean frowned as he started to walk away.
“Wait a minute,” you grabbed his wrist. “Are you jealous, Dean Winchester?” you teased. He rolled his eyes and faster than you could blink, his hands were buried in your hair and his lips were on yours. The kiss was passionate and made your knees tremble. When he pulled away, his green eyes met yours and he smiled at the breathless state he left you in.
“I’m not jealous,” he answered. “I’m protective,” he smirked. You remembered exactly why you fell for him in the first place.
“Would you two please just get in the car?” Sam asked. You looked over at the tall man who had already seated himself in the passenger’s seat. You shook your head to clear away the remaining daze from Dean’s kiss and made your way to the black Chevy Impala that had become your home in the last few months.
Scenes like this never fail to lift me: In the crowded Sunday café an old old man walks in, one slow sliding snail step at a time. It takes him a while to cross the room and find a seat at a table by the window. My first thought is he really needs a cane or a walker; it would probably make life much easier for him. Carefully he lowers himself down into a chair and smiles like a happy boy — he made it. Another single old man on a Sunday afternoon at the café. You’ve seen him before everywhere in the world. Sometimes reading a newspaper. Sometimes staring out the window. Sometimes eating their sweetie with a slow trembling hand. I imagine him coming here every Sunday after a walk; his weekly treat to himself. Maybe years ago he came with his wife or his children. They’re gone now and all that’s left of those fuller days is this small ceremony of one. What will he order? He’s sitting close enough so that I can hear everything when the waitress comes to him: A piece of sachertorte, a whipped cream cake (cremeschnitt) and a double espresso. I think it’s the double shot of fierce black coffee more than the two killer cakes that starts me grinning like a hyena. I love this man. I love this moment. Please please let me be like him if I’m lucky enough to grow really old.
Reactions to SO getting a annoyed that their partner can spend so little time with them, so they retaliate by buying a cheap bodypillow and sending the bandmembers photos of them while they are on tour doing menial stuff with it. SO and pillow at the restaurant, SO and pillow at the movies, SO and pillow on a rollercoaster etc. Just some lighthearted teasing ala "if you're gone so often, this will have to do."
~ He was a little
confused at first when he received a picture of you and a blue body pillow at
your favorite restaurant. You sent a text following a picture that said, “At
least HE spends time with me.” 2D frowned at the text. He sent one back saying,
“You know I can’t help it.” You smirked at the text. “It’s a shame. When we get
home we’re going to watch your favorite movie. Wish you were here <3” You
almost laughed out loud at the text.
~ You pulled the body
pillow inside your room when you got home and threw it on your bed. You checked
your phone for a text from 2D. There were two messages. The first one read, “That’s
not fair! );” You snickered. The second one read, “I’ll be home soon! I promise
I’ll spend more time with you!” You grinned as you slipped off your pants and
straddled the pillow. You took a very well angled picture of yourself in that
position and sent it to 2D. You laughed and awaited his reply. You could almost
hear his voice when you read the text, “I’ll remember that.” Said the text. “Maybe
now you’ll actually spend time with me.” You sent.
~ You knew you were
playing a dangerous game but Murdoc should have spent more time with you while
he was home. You had just bought a cheap body pillow at the local shop and you
were going to take it everywhere. You got dressed up in Murdoc’s favorite outfit
on you and took a selfie with the pillow. He sent it to Murdoc with the caption
“Heading out with my favorite guy!” Murdoc replied immediately with a, “What
the hell does that mean?” You smirked down at your phone screen and typed, “Well
since you’re so busy and won’t spend time with me, this little guy will have to
~ You could practically
hear Murdoc growl. “It’s my job to take to you out.” He sent back. You laughed.
“Maybe you should do your job better (;” You were enjoying torturing the old
man. You walked out of the house with the body pillow and drove with it buckled
in the passenger seat. You took another picture with it and sent it to Murdoc
before driving off to the movie theatre. Murdoc was having a fit. You kept
sending picture of you holding onto the pillow or kissing it. He was pissed,
but you kept going.
~ At the end of the
night, you stripped off all your clothes and pulled the pillow over you to
cover most of yourself. “He’s a better lover too (;” You couldn’t wait for
Murdoc’s response. When your phone buzzed you had a text that read, “THAT’S IT!
I’M GETTING A PLANE TICKET HOME RIGHT NOW! THE FUCKING ALBUM CAN WAIT!” You
laughed at the fact that Murdoc just got jealous over a $10 body pillow.
~ Noodle didn’t like
leaving you so soon after not getting to spend much time together. You knew
that but you also knew she was the overprotective type. You sat on your bed
pouting about your missing girlfriend. You snuggled up to your giant body
pillow that you used when she was gone. You closed your eyes, hoping to take a
nap, but you suddenly sat up because of a brilliant idea you had. You grabbed
your phone and took a picture of you snuggling with the body pillow and sent it
to Noodle saying “I miss you ):” Noodle replied a few minutes later with an, “I
miss you too, baby doll. But you won’t need that body pillow much later.”
~ You were impatient. You
got up and ran into the shower. “Brb just gonna take a quick shower (:” You
took a picture with the body pillow sitting in the tub. Noodle was confused, “Are
you really going to shower with the body pillow?” You laughed and sent, “I have
to. My girlfriend isn’t here to help me wash up.” You giggled. “I’ll shower
with you as much as you want when I get home <3” You smiled at the text
before jumping into the shower.
~ Russel didn’t like
being away from you for so long. Especially since he barely got to see you when
he was home for his break. You weren’t very happy about it either. You spent
more time alone than you had wanted to. You tried to pass the time by watching
films or sleeping but you could only do so much. You sat up from your bed and
grumbled. You decided to shower and actually go out tonight.
~ You stripped and
stepped into the shower. You took your time washing your body and just letting
the hot water hit your back. After your shower, you dried off and put on some
nice clothes. You admired yourself in the mirror before heading out. You
grabbed your phone and your keys and walked to the car.
~ You drove through town
until you passed a shop that a bin full of body pillows for sale. You got an
evil grin on your face and found a parking space. You walked to the bin and grabbed
body pillow. This was perfect. You went to pay for it and put it in the front
seat of your car. You snapped a picture and sent it to Russel. You giggled to
yourself when you saw him reply suddenly, “Don’t start something you can’t finish.”