Watched Spiderman homecoming and uh not really trying to prove anything to anyone idc if it’s confusing or not just as long as i get to post this cause like bruh
Ok but like that moment when Peter starts yelling at Tony at the end of the boat scene and he says, “If you actually cared you’d be here-!” And Tony just walks out of his Iron Man suit like not even flinching at the comment like did he just indirectly just say he cares about Peter cause that’s what I got out of it.
Also when he starts scolding Peter then stops mid way to say, “Great, I sound like my dad,” liike?? Um I’m sorry whaat??
Then at the end when Peter proves himself to Tony and he just throws an arm over his shoulder then just goes, “All you need was some tough love,” i’m soRRY WHAT I JUST OKYS AND HIS FACE WHEN PETER REJECTED HIS OFFER HE LOOKED HURT MAN
Tony is Peter’s dad and no one can say anything otherwise.
Request - can you do a Klaus milkaelson x reader where the reader is new to mystic falls and he instantly takes an intrest in her and makes caroline jealous?? love your writing!
Pairing : Klaus Mikaelson x Fem Reader
Requests are open. xx
Mystic Falls. An unknown territory. Truth is, I never left New York. My parents sent me here to “better myself”. They tried to get me to stay with family friends but I shot that down quick. I’m 19. I can fend for myself. The only reason I came down here instead of bailing was because I might as well do something for them. Family is all you have in the end.
The apartment I bought was right in the town. As I looked from a window I saw town square and a bar across from my building. Smirking, I got dressed into a black tank top and ripped jeans. I grabbed my heels, purse, and leather jacket before stepping out into the cold hallway.
There weren’t a lot of people around as I across the street. And it was quiet.. Living in the city that never sleeps can be very loud. This was the exact opposite and it was kind of nice.
Walking into the grill or bar or whatever it is, I looked around. The door slammed behind me, catching some peoples attention. Music played softly in the background, and I arched an eyebrow. Is this really how people spend their time down here? I sighed and started to make my way to the bar.
“Rum and coke, please.” I asked kindly.
The man looked at me with a questioning look but made my drink anyway. Wow, they don’t even ID down here. I sipped my drink and scanned around the room. Not a lot of cute guys here. The man a few seats down wasn’t too bad, with raven hair and a leather jacket but I could tell that he’s spoken for. Him and brunette over there were speaking with their eyes.
The blonde one who made my drink was okay.. But he looked vulnerable. Reading people around me became a specialty of mine after years and years of boring family business parties. I let out a sigh before downing the rest of my drink. I turned my head and saw a man smirking at me. He was probably the best looking guy in the bar. From his smirk I could tell he was confident.
The blonde girl behind him didn’t look too happy, and stormed off. I smiled as he approached me.
“You don’t look like you’re from around here, love.” The man spoke with an accent. Accents have always been a weakness of mine, but I didn’t let it show.
“That’s because I’m not.” I grinned, looked back to the bartender. “Another rum and coke, please.”
“Put it on my tab, Matt. It’s rude to have a woman pay for her own drink.”
“Oh, so chivalry isn’t dead. That’s a relief.” I let out a light laugh as Matt handed me my drink.
“I like to think my mother raised me better than that.” His voice was smooth.
“Very well. What’s your name, stranger?” I asked, taking a sip, letting the burning liquid slide down my throat.
“Klaus.. And you are?”
“Y/N. Now that we’re acquainted, how about I beat your ass at a game of pool?”
Klaus ended up walking me back to my apartment around 11. I wasn’t drunk, but I wasn’t sober either. I could still walk on my own, but I had a giggly feeling.
“You can come in, if you’d like. It’ll probably be hours before I fall asleep.” I announced as I unlocked my door.
“No. It’s quite alright. Perhaps I’ll see you tomorrow.” Klaus smiled. He drank way more than me, yet he doesn’t even seem fazed.
I let out a giggle, “perhaps you will. Goodnight Klaus. You’re not that bad you know.”
“Goodnight Y/N.” He softly smiled before walking to the elevator.
Shutting the door, I stretched and started stripping. Making my way to the closet.
Waking up, it felt as if someone lightly traced their fingers on my bare back. Yet, when I opened my eyes I saw no one around. I stretched and probably let out the most sexual noise ever while I did it. That’s the beauty of living alone. You can make so many weird noises and no one will hear.
After showering and changing into my clothes for the day, I grabbed my keys and walked to the front door. I came to a stop when I saw a single envelope on the floor, as if someone slid it under the door. The writing on it was beautiful cursive. I opened it and saw that it was an invitation to a ball.
Holy shit, I didn’t think anyone threw those things anymore. Thinking it’d be fun I decided to go dress shopping. Flipping the card over I saw, written messily in the bottom corner, ‘Save me a dance. -Klaus.’.
Jesus, I don’t know who this man is… but he’s playing the cards right. I smirked to myself, and finally headed into the town. Walking from store to store I ran into the blonde girl from last night in a boutique.
“Hi,” she simply spoke, standing in front of me with her hands clasped. I gave her an odd look.
“What’s your name?” She asked.
“…Y/N. Yours?” I responded. I felt awkward talking to her, so I continued to browse isles. Looking at different price tags on beautiful gowns.
“Caroline.” She smiled. I will admit, she is beautiful.
“Nice to meet you Caroline. Can I help you with something?”
She looked around the room, “this might sound weird, but I’m trying to help you.”
I arched an eyebrow. “Really?”
“Yeah, just stay away from Klaus… He’s trouble. I should know.”
I smirked and looked over to her, “everyone likes a bit of trouble. Thanks, honestly. But I can take care of myself. It was nice to meet you, Caroline.” I smiled before grabbing a beautiful dress and going to the register.
The ball was at 7, however considering I knew nothing about this town I decided to leave a bit early so I could avoid getting lost. The gown I was wearing was black lace. It was straight and flowed to the floor. I had my hair styled up, with loose curls falling out. My makeup was natural, with a bit of dark eyeshadow to make my eyes pop.
I ended up pulling into the mansion around 8:30. Try to get somewhere early, only to be late. Story of my life. Walking inside, I saw so many people in gorgeous dresses and suits. There were waiters walking about with champagne.
I snagged myself a glass and wandered around. I tried my hardest to look for Klaus - or hell, even Caroline, but no luck. I’m never good at events like this unless I had someone with me.
A few glasses later, I stood by the staircase. Contemplating leaving or not.
“Save me a dance, love?” I heard a voice from behind me. I smirked and turned around.
“Surprisingly, I haven’t danced with anyone. Just drinking your free champagne. If you’re lucky, you might get more than one dance.”
“How come you haven’t danced with anyone? As far as I can tell, most of the men can’t keep their eyes off you. Including my brother, over there.” Klaus smirked, pulling me to the dance floor.
“Believe it or not, most guys are intimidated by me. It was like that even in New York. Which one is your brother?” I responded, placing one hand behind his neck and the other in his hand.
“He’s over there, by the bar. He’s the one staring and trying to find out a way to win your heart.”
I glanced behind me and saw him smirking. I let out a laugh.
“He’s cute. But I’m not really into the whole Peter Pan look he has going.. And plus, I’m not that easy to win over.”
Klaus laughed, “I’ll be sure to let him know that.”
I laughed with him before he changed the subject.
“So, Y/N.. What do you like?”
“What do I like?” I laughed softly, “depends. Are we talking about in general or what I like in men?” I arched an eyebrow.
He smirked, “either one.”
I sighed, “well, I try to like everything. As cliché as this might sound, I like clothing. I’ve been thinking about designing some. I love art. But not that stupid modern art, where someone draws a line and calls it art. I like classic art. Like the Mona Lisa or Creation of Adam.. And as for men, I like them to be brilliant. Sophisticated.. But still dangerous. Every girl has a weak spot for a bad boy.” I laughed.
Klaus lightly chuckled, and looked into my eyes. He stepped away, mid dance, and held out his hand.
“Come with me.”
I narrowed my eyes at him but took his hand anyway. He led me up the staircase and I grabbed another glass of champagne on the way.
Klaus opened up the doors to a room and I walked inside. As soon as I stepped one foot inside, I gasped. Paintings were lined around the room and a desk and easel was placed in the middle.
“Oh my god.” I whispered, walking to one of the paintings.
“What are you? Like a collector or something?” I asked, lightly trailing my fingers down a canvas. I heard Klaus chuckle from behind me.
“No, actually I’m an artist. Or so I like to think.”
“Are you kidding me? These are gorgeous. The way you blended the paints together.. It’s amazing.” I smiled, and turned to face him. “You have talent.”
“Thank you. That actually means more than it seems.” He smiled back.
Suddenly the door opened and Caroline stood there, looking angry.
“Klaus. May I have a word?” Her voice was cold.
I saw Klaus roll his eyes before turning to me.
“Please excuse me, I’ll just be a moment.”
I smiled at him and nodded, turning back to the masterpieces in front of me.
For some reason, the party ended early and Klaus never returned. I was walking into my sad, cold apartment when I noticed something lying on my bed. I threw down my clutch and picked up the piece of paper.
It was a drawing, of me. My hair was down and it looked like I was smiling. I remember that moment, it was the night before when I was kicking Klaus’ ass at pool. The bottom corner had writing and it said, ‘Hope you forgive me for leaving you. I’d love to see you again. You’re different from the rest. - Klaus.’
I smiled like a drunk idiot before falling onto my bed. I think I might like it here.
When you sent him the invitation to
your wedding, you didn’t actually expect The Joker to show up. But here he is
and now you have to deal with the situation; you are usually such a good
actress, but…this is different. Very
“You came,” a smile appears on the
corner of your lips as J gets out of the car and the valet takes it away,
leaving your ex in front of you with a wide smirk on his face.
“Of course I came, I wouldn’t miss
this now, would I?” he opens his arms and you go to give him a quick hug. “Hi,
Doll,” he quickly pecks your cheek and you hold him for a few more seconds
before breaking the embrace. You didn’t
spoke or touch each other in about half a year.
You take a deep breath, analyzing him
and start walking up the stairs towards the mansion while you try to keep the
conversation going without getting awkward:
“You still look the same J,” you
state the obvious and he snickers, amused.
“I never change; you should know that
by now. Would you look at this place,” he struggles to impress himself. “It’s a
fortress, took me a while to find it. At least I know my girl is well taken
care of, hm?”
“I’m…I’m not your girl anymore,” you
whisper, brushing off the weirdness of his statement, but you know he just
talks like this all the time anyway.
“Right, thanks for the reminder,” he
elbows you, scoffing, and you ignore what he just said and point towards the
huge property, excited:
“Let me give you a tour.”
“Where is the groom- to-be? Can’t
wait to meet him; he’d better make you happy otherwise he will have to deal
with me,” he keeps on yammering and you take his arm, not reacting to the last
part of his tirade, guiding him through the maze of the outdoor gardens.
“He is away with business; he will be
back in two days for the wedding. You’re the first guest to arrive, the rest
are coming tomorrow.”
“You sure hired a lot of people for
the event, Pumpkin. I can tell it’s going to be a huge wedding.”
“It will be,” you giggle, watching
everybody running around, setting up flowers and the humongous tent where the
gathering will happen.
“Wow, I already like it, no expense
was spared,” The Joker addresses you, witnessing a few things coming together
in a very nice way.
“Miss Y/N,” someone approaches, “do
you want more red roses or pink ones?”
“Red,” J answers and it pleases
you. “It’s her favorite color.” You also nod a yes and the guy walks
away, trying to count how many more to add now. “Who else is coming?” he asks,
frowning when a waiter passes you by in a hurry. “ I don’t like the way that man
looked at you, want me to take care of it?”
You start laughing, caressing his
“Noooo, lets’ not do that, it’s all
It surprises you how much effort you
put into trying not to look nervous, you are usually such a good actress,
but…this is somewhat different.
“A lot of people will come, you know
some of them,” you show him the guest list on a nearby table. “Don’t worry,
you’ll seat next to me so you don’t really have to small talk with the others
too much. I know you hate that.”
“I sure do,” he grins, kissing your
hand and you sigh, continuing to pace alongside him in perfect silence for a
“Oh, no, it’s starting to rain,” you
point out, looking at the gloomy clouds. “Thank goodness the tent is up so it
won’t rain inside; they can still continue to decorate, it really needs to be finished by tomorrow night. Let’s go in the mansion, I’ll show you what we got.”
As soon as he steps in and sees
the crystal chandelier he looks in your eyes, puckering his lips:
“Same one we have at the
“We had,” you correct him but The Joker didn’t get the fact you were
referring to his statement involving the two of you. Or maybe he pretended.
“No, it’s still there, Doll. You
always had good taste in decorating so I kept it.”
“That’s nice,” you avert your gaze, feeling
your cheeks getting warm.
You walk him around, explaining
what’s what, just like a well learned lesson.
“I’ll be damned,” he stops, stunned.
“You kept it?!”
The enormous painting you two snatched
from Gotham’s art museum two years ago is the centerpiece in the living room.
He didn’t want to go because he couldn’t care less about stuff like that but in
the end you convinced him to steal it together. You had it at the penthouse
until…you left and took it with you. Now it’s here.
“You know how much I love it, Mister
J,” you tease him by calling his full name, which you only did when he got in
trouble. “I could never get rid of it.”
“I can understand that; I know your
mind gets set on something and then you don’t let go,” he mocks, starting to
“And, ummm… this is the master
bedroom,” you present it, a bit uncomfortable.
“It’s so you, Y/N, I can see it
everywhere. Look at the bed, reminds me of the one we have at the penthouse,”
he points towards it and you fix his mistake:
“No, it’s still there,” he continues
and you are still not sure if he really doesn’t get what you’re saying, but you
don’t want to insist on the issue. No point really.
“I wonder if…You do have a mirror
here too!” he sits on the bed, looking up and sure it’s there. He lies down on
the pillows, gesturing you to come by him and you humor him. “Remember ours?”
You scoot over by him, smiling and
grab his hand, looking up at the mirror too.
“Yes, fun times. We had our moments,
right?” you have to agree, turning your head towards him.
“U-hum,” he replies, taking your
fingers to his lips and kissing them, absent minded. You squirm under his touch
and have to break the spell J apparently is unaware he still holds upon you.
“Why did you push me away?” you
suddenly ask, squeezing his hand tighter.
“I push everybody away, it doesn’t
mean that’s my intent,” he replies and for once he sounds sincere.
“Hey, wanna see my wedding dress?”
you hurry and get up, heading towards the walk in closet.
“Might as well,” he lifts his
shoulders up, resigned. He doesn’t really want to see it but he can’t upset you now that you are finally on speaking terms again. It takes you about
10 minutes to get ready and step outside, anxious for his reaction.
“My God, Princess, you look so
beautiful,” he has to admit, jumping from the bed, coming to meet you in the
middle of the room. “Turn around,” The Joker suggests and you slowly spin so he
can see your gorgeous dress. “I really like the gown, it suits you.”
“Thank you,” you mumble,
playing around with the delicate fabric because you feel edgy.
“My Princess always looks beautiful
anyway,” he unravels his silver teeth, chuckling.
“I’m…I’m not your Princess anymore
J,” you step towards him, fighting with all the feelings inside of you.
“You’ll always be my Princess,” he simply states and then
rolls his eyes. “Come on, you’re gonna cry on me? You know I always talk like
this,” he makes fun of you, seeing your lips quivering but has to admit
something makes him uneasy.
Fuck it all,
you think, deciding on the spot and go kiss him which surprises The Joker and in the
same time it doesn’t.
not sure if I like diamonds anymore,” you clearly enunciate and he freezes with
his hands around your waist.
This is the phrase you two decided to
use when you were together as a warning for grave danger, just in case you
couldn’t say anything else and you wanted the other to know something is up
without getting busted.
“Well, that’s a first, Doll,” he lets
you go, understanding someone is listening, carefully looking around as you put
your finger on your lips, signaling him to be quiet. You point towards the
corners of the room, quickly scribbling on a piece of paper that you stash in
“Yes, I am so bored with diamonds
these days,” you try to control your voice from breaking and you hug him tight,
barely whispering in his ear:
“Run! A left, two rights around the stairs. Don’t take the car, just run!” and
you drag him towards the door, peeking outside to make sure nobody is passing
by. He has such an intrigued expression on his face and you cover his mouth,
shaking your head as a no.
“Ssstttt,” you soundlessly shush him.
“Don’t let anybody see you, they’re all undercover! Go!” you whisper one last
time before pushing him away and he doesn’t linger anymore but signals you to
You mutter a NO, watching him walk as he turns around one more time to see you in your wedding dress. He
takes the corner and he’s gone.
What the hell is going on? The Joker wonders, carefully sneaking around, hiding behind
a wall so he can read the piece of paper you placed in his pocket:
“I’m not at Arkham or Belle Reve, not
sure where. Warn as many as you can not to come. After you get out, keep left
under the trees until you get to the main road. Don’t let them catch you.”
It was a difficult break up, at least as
far as you were concerned. You got sick and tired of everything and left
because he didn’t seem to give a damn anyway. You were on your own for about a
month when you got ambushed during a heist and couldn’t escape. You were taken
to a place you haven’t been before and they were sure thrilled to see they got
The Joker’s girlfriend; well, ex, but you didn’t tell them that part; they found out on their own.
You were sentenced to 40 years in
prison but offered a deal: if you help the Secret Service catch the elusive
Clown Prince of Crime and many others, your verdict will be reduced to only 10
years. It was such a sweet deal and they spared no effort in planning the
perfect stakeout: for 3 months they put everything together, using your fake
wedding as the bait: they wanted to get as many most wanted criminals as possible with
minimum casualties, away from the public eye on that hidden property,
rehearsing day and night to make everything seem like the real deal. They knew
many would come to the occasion if you invite them. And you agreed, sure hoping
J won’t show up. When he did, you didn’t want to care but things didn’t go as
planned. You and your stupid feelings for
him; you always pay for them no matter what.
Of course the deal went sour and they
retaliated for what you did: your sentence changed to life in prison and you
weren’t treated nicely, to say the least. You had days when you regretted your
stupid decision, crying yourself to sleep in the dark, cold cell. And some days
were better, hoping he might find you and get you out of there. Hours,
weeks, months and then two years passed with heartbreaking solitude and doubt, and
you finally realized The Joker will never save you. Even if you helped that day, knowing him he
probably hated you with passion after tricking him with that well devised
scheme and he is not the one to forgive such transgression. Or maybe he just can’t find the location. You tried to cope
but the thought of never getting out of there was slowly driving you insane.
How you missed the outside world and the freedom of doing what you please.
And you missed him…You couldn’t get
out of your mind that last time he looked at you. You wanted so badly to run
with him, but had to stay behind to hold them up, pretending he’s still there
for a while to give him enough time to flee…Like he appreciated the
sacrifice…Too late now for remorse, yet you can’t hide from yourself.
You slowly chew on your bread, deep
in thought, sitting on the mattress, examining your skinny hands. You got
so much thinner due to the special menu and treatment you were subjected in the
last two years. Fit for a Queen, as
they like to laugh at you.
“Oh, great,” you pull out the piece
of plastic out of your mouth, unnerved you are always given such disgusting
food. This is where you usually stop eating, nauseated at the crap you find in
the meals. You glance at it for a second before wanting to toss it on the floor
when you notice something.
You have to bring it really close to
your eyes since you are not allowed to wear your contacts.
here. Cover your ears,” you read and gasp, dumbfounded, having a hard
time processing what just happened.
The loud explosion to the right wall
of your cell throws you to the ground and your ears start ringing .You struggle
to get up, covered in dust and debris, stumbling to keep your balance, dizzy
from the blast.
You stare at the gap in your wall,
seeing so many bodies moving around on the other side, not knowing what to do.
“Would you hurry up, woman?! I don’t
have all day!” you hear the familiar voice and J creeps inside your prison,
coughing and trying to move the flying ashes out of his way.
You can’t even move and stare at him
wearing your favorite suit, starting to cry in a frenzy.
He sighs and comes in front of you,
his blue gaze going up and down your body, growling when he realizes how scrawny you
“So you didn’t get married, hm?” he
bites on his lip and you barely manage to utter, whimpering:
“N-no…” and you continue bawling ,
rushing in his arms and he hugs you, taking each other in for a few seconds. “You…you
look the same,” you cry your eyes out on his shoulder, hoping you are not
hallucinating from the meds.
“I never change, you should know that by now,” he purrs in your
hair, ecstatic he found you. He’s been
looking forever; my God you were well locked away or what?!
“Sir, we need to get out of here,
they’re coming!” one of the mercenaries yells and J lifts you up in his arms,
carrying you outside. The sun hits you and you hide your face in his chest, wincing
“My eyes,” you complain, wiping your
tears and slowly readjusting to natural light, fastly blinking to make it
better. “You can put me down, I think I can walk,” you turn his face towards
you so you can see him.
“Queens don’t walk,” he grumbles,
kissing your forehead, continuing to carry you.
“I really missed you,” you confess on
the verge of crying again. “I thought you will never come.”
“Meh, I was bored staring at that
chandelier all day,” he tries to joke and you sense his hands holding you
You sniffle, smiling for the first
time in so many months and ask when he looks down at you:
“We still have it?”
“We do,” The Joker answers, walking
faster as all hell breaks loose behind him.