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capitalisticveins · 6 months ago
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acanthemp3 · 1 year ago
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im just going to start liveblogging my 1.5 hr wait in line before i can get in. all the venue staff are just calling the group "kpop"
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br1ghtestlight · 2 years ago
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in general bob's burgers doesn't seem to be a show that WANTS to protray the negative aspects of our society, specifically focused on lgbtq issues ableism and fatphobia and i think its really nice :) its like they wanted to create this world where people don't get discriminated against for who they are or how they express themselves and ppl watching don't have to worry about that or feel stressed out, i love how they never make fun of gene for being fat or being gnc and everybody just totally accepts it (even alex's diet thing seems to be more focused on the whole family eating healthy vs him specifically because he's fat) and everybody loves tina <3 i think there's an important place in media to discuss real world issues but its also okay if u wanna make a show where those things just don't exist and everybody is happy
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nightingale-prompts · 4 months ago
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Batboy Meets Batfam
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"Relax Batty, it's just one dinner." Dick parked the car inside the Wayne family manor's garage.
"But I hate billionaires. Can't we just go to Batburger and go home." Danny whined slumping in his seat.
"What's so bad about it? He's your grandfather now." Dick asked.
"The last billionaire I met was the only other of my kind. And he was awful. Tried to kill me, clone me, marry my mom, kill my dad, ruined my life. That last one was something he achieved." Danny's wings materilized and wrapped around him as he sulked.
"I know it's hard Danny and I can't promise no one will ever try to hurt you like that again but I can promise I'll stick by you. I can also promise to kick the butt of anyone who tries messing with you." Dick said ruffing Danny's black hair that popped out from under his leathery wings.
"Still don't wanna go." As Danny said this he began to shrink.
Dick sighed, he had learned recently that Danny was a shifter of some kind. It was useful to hide his identity but he would also use it to get out of doing things. When Dick told Danny to clean his room or study Danny would shrink to the size of a toddler and say "Im baby" to get out of it. Dick is ashamed to admit that he's let Danny get away with it because baby bat pictures are precious and worth their weight in gold. He has a wallet full of pictures now.
But Dick has to put his foot down this time.
"Danny being little won't get you out of this. Do you really want to meet your new family like this?" Dick asked.
Danny huffed and turned in his now ill-fitting hoodie the size of a 3-year-old.
"Alright come on." Dick gave up scooping the toddler-sized teen under one arm and walking into the manor. "Alfred still has Bruce's old baby clothes somewhere."
"Ahh!"Danny yelped.
"What? Don't want that? If you show up as a baby, they will think you are one. You know Tim Drake is going to be there. He's going to be in the same school as you. Do you want him to think you're a baby?" Dick said holding the kid at eye level.
In surrender, Danny grew back to his normal size.
Dinner was oddly quite as everyone studied Danny closely.
Barbara was the least concerned as he talked about work with Dick and pushed Danny a bowl of strawberry salad. She wanted good aunt points. Danny would love her the most.
Cassie studied Danny's features. It was almost creepy how much he looked like Dick. She'd believe it if Dick was his biological father. Except for the eyes. Danny had a very particular eye color they were blue in the center but kind of had a green ring on the iris. The condition was called central heterochromia and it's rare.
Damian wasn't glaring like he usually would. He looked almost wide-eyed at Danny but remained silent.
Jason was absent as always apparently he was moved by Dick's announcement.
Then again Danny was supposed to be a surprise.
Tim and Danny seem to strike a cord immediately. Danny despite how silly he was the teen was very intelligent. Tim wasn't as subtle as he wish, mostly because Danny cornered him in conversation.
"So you're more used to living in a small town?" Tim smiled politely.
"Hmm? I didn't say that exactly. I said Im just new to the city." Danny responded.
"So you're from a different city? Metro or Star?"
"Neither, It's nowhere you'd know. Not really notable."
"You're going to be family soon, of course i want to know."
They went back and forth for a while. Tim was probably irritated after finding nothing about Danny's identity. And that meant Bruce was probably suspicious as well. Dick had to bet that Bruce's overactive paternal instincts would overwrite his need to investigate.
"So Danny, have you heard of the new vigilante in Bludhaven? The one they call Batboy?"Bruce asked wiping his mouth with a napkin as he ate.
This was the question Danny was waiting for.
"Of course! Have you seen the pictures on social media! Everyone is talking about him. Like, he has wings like a bat. Do you know what I'd do to get that power?! I mean he's not Superman but come on its so cool. We don't have metas-Is that what you call them? Yeah, metas. We don't have them where I'm from so I didn't think I'd ever met one. Dick said he met him the last time he saw Nightwing and promised to get me a picture but he didn't and he said he forgot." Danny put on a pretty convincing fanboy routine.
"I see. So Dick told you he's friends with Nightwing?" Bruce probed.
"He didn't need to tell me. Nightwing found me after I ended up in Bludhaven. I was pretty banged up and he parched me up and took me to the police station. I tried to leave but he told me that Detective Grayson would look out for me." Danny said digging through his salad to pick out the fruit and nuts.
"What about your parents?" Bruce asked softly.
"Bruce," Dick said in warning.
"Its fine...my parents didn't want me anymore. I can't go back. They'd probably kill me. But it doesn't matter anymore, they aren't here." Danny said stiffly feeling uncomfortable for saying a bit of truth.
They say the best way to lie is to have a bit of truth. Danny disagreed. The best way to lie is to have no truth, so they can't tell the difference.
Dick pulled the teen closer as Danny pulled his hands inside this hoodie hiding one of the burn scars on his arm but just enough to show that they were there.
Bruce didn't say another word.
Damian seemed to make his mind up at some point and joined in the conversation.
"Do you eat meat, Nightingale? I've noticed you haven't touched anything with it." Damian sounded oddly cordial.
"Ew, no. I don't eat meat. My friend always said meat was murder and taught me about how evil slaughterhouses were. We once raided a local farm to-oop. I forgot there are detectives at the table. I promise I'm a law-abiding citizen and not an eco-terrorist...anymore." Danny smiled too innocently.
Damian nodded in understanding. They had found common ground. That still doesn't mean he liked Nightingale. But he couldn't fight him since he didn't seem to know anything about their vigilante lifestyle.
Damian had to begrudgingly admit that Danny's presence was welcome. Soothing even.
It didn't matter. He and Drake still had bigger plans. Finding out who this "Batboy" was. They just needed Dick give up some information about the bat metahuman.
Tim had his suspicions that it was Danny but Batboy had stark white hair with black streaks and green eyes. Not to mention wings.
They would have to agree to disagree.
"Danny you have to eat something other than fruit. Eat the rest of the salad." Dick tried to sound stern but caved almost immediately when Danny pretended he didn't hear that.
Bruce internally sighed. Does he step in and help or let Dick figure it out. How does one be a grandpa to a non-vigilante who you can't threaten with no patrols?
*Bonus*
Danny when he see fruit.
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imaginesbymonika · 4 months ago
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Not a violent dog | Part 3
Pairing: Logan x fem!Reader
Plot: Back in Wade's world Logan meets someone he thought he would never ever see again.
Warnings: slight spoilers for Deadpool 3!!!! mentions of death, angst, cursing, fluff at the end if you squeeze your eyes at the screen, I haven't written in A WHILE so bear with me
A/N: accidentally posted the final part before this 😔 guys im sorry
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„Y/N…“, Logan whispers and his hand moves up, almost as if he wanted to reach you. However, the door quickly shuts, leaving Wade and him alone in the small apartment. Logan lowers his hand before he moves over to the couch. You looked the same as the day he had lost you. The only distinction was in the way you looked at him.
„Well, that could’ve ended worse.“, Wade lets out and stares at the closed door for a few seconds before joining the taller man on the sofa. Who only growls at him in response. „She could’ve jumped you. And not in the hot way.“, Wade crossed his legs as he leaned back, he eyed how the muscles in Logan’s back became more tight. „Anything would have been better than seeing her walk away, Wade.“, Logan unexpectedly says, voice sad.
Outside while you wander down the streets you run into Vanessa, who quickly stops you by taking hold of your arm: „What-?“ But you don’t have to say a single word for her to know precisely what happened. Apparently, you were the last one to find out about the other Logan. “ Oh, sweetheart.“
Wade watches how Logan stands up to grab his jacket:“ Where are you going, big boy?“ „On a walk.“, he responds shortly through gritted teeth:“ And will you stop calling me that.“ With one swift motion he unlocks the front door but stops dead in his tracks when he catches sight of Vanessa, Logan takes a step to the side to let her into the apartment before walking out without looking back.
„Vanessa, sweetheart-.“, however before Wade can pull his girl into his arms her flat hand collides with his cheek. „How could you do that?!“, the brunette woman wanted to sound angry, because she truly was. But her voice came out shaky and pitiful:“ Why would you do that to her? You know what she’s been through with Logan. Don’t you think that maybe…just maybe you could’ve talked to her in private instead of confronting her with him like that?!“ Wade stares at her while his hand strokes the stinging spot on his cheek before he lets out a sigh.
„I just wanted to help.“, he suddenly whispers and his shoulders drop. Vanessa only shakes her head in disappointment:“ You should’ve thought about it first- hell, you could’ve asked me for advice. But this-?“ She scoffs and strolls into the kitchen area to turn on the coffee machine. Wade watches her for a few seconds before he tilts his head in surprise: “How do you know about that anyway?“
„Ran into her.“, she takes a mug out of the cupboard and scrunches her nose when she notices the dirty spots on the inside:“ She‘s a mess.“
She wasn’t wrong about it. After years of keeping this act up, playing someone you weren’t: someone who didn’t care- you had surpassed your breaking point. You never spoke about Logan, yes. But not because you didn’t want to you just…couldn’t physically bring yourself to it. The memories of what happened were way too unbearable that swallowing your feelings appeared easier and less messy. You didn’t want people to think you were vulnerable.
You take a deep breath while sitting down on a bench in Central Park, and you lean back. It’s a peaceful evening and only the faint sound of laughter from a group of teenagers sitting on a blanket cut through the night. God, how you missed Xavier’s school. But you knew that you had to go. Everything reminded you of him.
„Can I sit?“, someone asks from behind and you clench your jaw. „Please, don’t run.“, his voice was everything you didn’t envision him to be, and while you are once again standing on your feet you ultimately sit back down on the bench.
„Yeah, okay.“
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certifiedlovergirlsstuff · 1 year ago
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ethan getting aggravated at reader for tiny things because of the stress from being ghostface
honestly was a bit hard doing this one. i did the best i could do (please don’t be mad) a little back story for their relationship and just small moments in the month leading to the stabbings. (i’ll be honest not super happy with this. i did the best i could, tried to make ethan seem manipulative in his words and actions.)
pairing: ghostface!ethan landry x fem!reader wc:3k
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you’ve know ethan landry since the first week of school when you bumped into each other in the dorm hallway. it was around one am, you were walking with your laundry basket sitting on your right hip while looking down at your phone in your left hand. your headphones blocked any sound as you were playing music and you didn’t think anyone would be up and about on a tuesday night, so it comes as a surprise when you ran into something solid and drop your freshly folded clothes and phone.
your mystery blockade held you right around the upper arm and kept you close to their body. your dazed wide eyes stared into a pair of bambi browns. his mouth was moving but you couldn’t hear, so you nudge your right side off your ear and asked, “what?” and he replied, “are you okay? didn’t see you coming.”
“uh…” eyes drifting to his harsh touch. mystery boy followed your eyeline and quickly released his palm from your skin. “sorry,” which he followed up with, “and sorry about your clothes. and phone.”
and you looked down to see your once organized stack now mixed together. you squatted to pickup your phone and luckily, no cracks.
“want some help?” and mystery boy was on the floor with you, hands reaching for your tops and bottoms before you held a firm palm out, “no!” yelling into the quiet hall. his bambi eyes widened as you cleared your throat, “sorry. no i’m fine. don’t want random boys touching my clothes.” an awkward smile at the end.
he stepped away with a brightness growing to his cheeks. “right. well i could make it up to you. buy you an icey? was heading to the seven-eleven anyway.”
now it was your turn to feel the heat in your cheeks. you kept your head down as you asked, “asking me on a date after this terrible meet-cute, mystery boy?”
and your hands stopped in their actions when he managed to stutter out, “ye- yeah. i’m- im asking you on a… on a date, laundry girl.”
two iceys at two am led to study dates, picnics in central park, or movie nights in each others dorms. it gave you kisses pressed to cheeks in waiting lines, clasped hands swaying behind moving bodies, lips dancing with liquor at a frat party, or bodies tangled in messy sheets.
and those moments all lead to now, the first week of october. a few days from hitting your three month anniversary. the two of you were laying in ethan’s bed since his roommate chad was out for the night while yours had her own sleepover with her partner.
ethan fell asleep with his head on your stomach and arms wrapped around your lower waist. your left hand carded through his messy curls while you scrolled on your phone with your right.
a low dinging filled the quiet square room. you thought nothing if it until it dinguned multiple times in a row before one long constant ring, a phone call. so you set your phone on your chest before grabbing ethan’s, thinking it was his dad you were thrown for a loop when the caller id read bailey (det).
“ethan. baby, wake up.” shaking his shoulder roughly. he groaned while nuzzling further into your sweater. “ethan, why is quinn’s dad calling you?” not understanding why he’d need a cops number.
“what?” ethan lifted his head while furrowing his brows.
“why did detective bailey call and text you multiple times?” keeping his phone from reach so he couldn’t escape the questioning.
ethan sat up, licking his lips and avoiding your eyes. “uh, he’s- he’s helping. with- with a report i filed.” innocent eyes peering into your surprised irises. “what? what happened?” sitting up yourself and reaching for his hands.
“it was an assault case. got jumped by a few guys couple days ago.” keeping his head down. your heart broke, “oh baby. why didn’t you mention anything? i would’ve gone with you to the station.”
ethan shrugged, still avoiding your eyes. “didn’t want to make a big deal out of it.” he sounded so small.
reaching a hand up you touched his chin to force his eyes to look into yours. “well i’m glad your safe now and unharmed. did they ever find who it was?”
ethan’s eyes darted to his phone, “probably what bailey was calling about.” “oh!” and you quickly handed over his phone. he smiled then leaned over to kiss your cheek, “i’ll be right back.” and he hopped out of bed and left the room to talk in the hallway.
that should’ve been your first clue that something was off with ethan. you don’t remember seeing him with any bruising or missing belongings in the past week, but the thought of him being assaulted drove your thoughts.
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digging through ethan’s drawers
you were looking for a specific sweater of ethan’s for tonight. nothing special planned, but it was just one that felt right for the occasion, friday the 13th planning in central park.
you checked the different spots ethan keeps his clothes in, not finding your treasure. then moving to check his bins sitting under his twin bed. one held books and comics, a few collectibles from different franchises. the second held a few belongs from home, photos from childhood, something that belonged to his mom before she passed, birthday cards from family and friends.
you pushed it back to its spot then pulled the final blue bin out.
cracking the top off you squealed in delight. “yes!” finding the golden sweater, pulling it out of the hiding spot you held it to your chest and smiled down at the cotton fabric.
the door cracked open and you turned just to see ethan walking in from class, one strap on his shoulder before pocketing his keys. “ethan!”
he looked up with a smile on his lips before it dropped and he rushed over. “why are you looking here?” throwing the top back on before roughly shoving it away. your smile faltered, “i was looking for this sweater-“
“y/n i love you, but i’ve told you not to touch the stuff under my bed when i’m not here. i’m very… particular about this stuff.”
the sweater dropped to your lap, “sorry. i just really wanted to wear this tonight.” a hand touched your upper arm, “and i’m okay with that. just- just text me next time. so i don’t freak out, okay?”
a nod of your head.
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scrolling through his phone
ethan always lets you scroll through his phone, he doesn’t care and doesn’t have anything to hide. until this month he started to get more defensive if you were to ask for the device.
“sorry i- i gotta make a call real quick.” “oh uh, i’m running low on data.” “don’t- don’t randomly text anyone.”
little excuses that you didn’t care too much about, but then your mind started to race and it led to one conclusion. ethan was cheating on you.
so when the two of you were at the library one day working on homework, ethan excused himself to go to the bathroom and he left his phone behind. and you were already regretting what you were gonna do, but you couldn’t stop yourself.
so you leaned over the table and swiped his phone open. you checked all the different ways that will tell you if he had any dating apps, which were none. so you went to his socials, checked all the dms he had with any girl, which were only you and some other girl. you didn’t recognize the username and couldn’t see much from the profile. so you clicked on the chat and before you could properly read through the messages it was snatched from your hands.
“what the hell, y/n!” ethan yelled. multiple shushes came and he shrunk into his shoulders before squatting to the floor to look up at you. “i’ve told you. i don’t want you looking through my phone.”
“why? got a second girlfriend i don’t know about?” not beating around the bush. his eyes widened, “what?” high pitched like a mouse.
“you were talking to some girl on instagram. does she go here?” standing your ground with this topic. arms crossed over your chest while glaring down at your ‘boyfriend’.
ethan sighed and rolled his eye, you noted, “no. it’s a very very old chat. from high school.” “then why are you getting defensive with me.” “defensive?” “sassy, whatever you want to call it. you rolled your eyes.”
he rolled his lips, “i didn’t mean it towards you. it was involuntary cause i didn’t believe you would think i’d cheat on you.”
your hands smacked to your thighs, “well cause you're doing this. keeping walls when there weren’t any before, not letting me into certain parts of yourself anymore.” you looked away from his puppy eyes, focusing on the shelves of books.
“hey,” his hands holding your kneecaps, giving a small shake. “i swear you are everything to me. there’s just… stuff… for a surprise. anniversary stuff.”
that peeked your interest. “really?” “yeah. and i don’t want you ruining the surprise.”
your hard demeanor softened, “well you could have just told me that… instead of yelling.” uncrossing your arms.
ethan linked your hands together, pressing kisses to the back of each hand, “i’m sorry. was just frazzled.”
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ethan getting jealous
a week before the halloween frat party they decided to throw a pre-halloween party. you didn’t want to waste your actual costume so you just pulled clothes from your closet and dressed scandalous, fishnets with a short skirt and tight tiny top. when ethan greeted you outside your door his eyes immediately fell to your boobs and a blush colored his ears to his neck. you chuckled at your adorable boyfriend.
“you like?” giving him a twirl and smile widened at the low groan from ethan’s chest. his hands reached out to hold your hips just above where the waistband sat, “do we have to go? i don’t want anyone else to see you like this. could have a fun night staying in.” trying to pursue you with sex and as tempting as it sounds-
“nope, we’re going out. besides, if you really want a piece of this, we could just sneak into a room.”
by the time you and ethan got to the party where all your friends had been an hour before, the house was in full swing. music was blasting through the different speakers, people were whooping and hollering, and laying on the lawn while taking a nap. it was packed as the two of you squeezed your way to the kitchen, ethan kept one hand interwoven with the other resting on your lower back to keep you forward.
finally landing in the kitchen you get to work making drinks for both of you. there was a bowl of punch that was heavily spiked and you greedily poured two full scoops into the red solo cups. “woah, hey, hey. easy tiger, not trying to poison our livers tonight.” ethan moved the cups before you could think about adding a few more drops of vodka.
“i need to catch up. everyone is already getting buzzed, moving to drunk.” reaching for a cup and starting to chug it in one go. ethan’s laugh was crystal clear over the voices and music. with your last sip you lifted the cup into the air and hollered before refilling.
ethan took slow sips of his drinks as he watched you enjoyed yourself dancing with some friends. hair and boobs bouncing with the beat of the music, smile pulled tight as you shouted lyrics. ethan pushed himself from the wall, a little buzzed and ready to steal you away somewhere more private, but he stops short at this new sight.
a guy comes up behind you, palm resting on your exposed stomach and face leaning into your neck. you swayed your hips in a dangerous spot and the dude's hands traveled further south. ethan saw red. he abandoned his cup and pushed through the crowd, not bothering to keep his innocent good guy imagine right now.
ethan gripped the back of the guy's shirt and tugged him hard, his biceps straining against his shirt seams. you stumbled on your feet from the harsh force ripping ethan away from you. you swayed on your heel as you turned to the culprit and was puzzled when you saw ethan shoving at a guy you didn’t know. a crowd was watching the two of them yell.
you pushed yourself closer, able to hear some of ethan’s voice. “keep your hands off my girl.” the guy wore a smug smile and chuckled, “didn’t seem like your girl. was grinding on my dick, enjoyed my lips on her ne-“ and you gasped when you heard the hard smack of bone to bone when ethan threw a punch to his nose.
“ethan!” calling his name from behind. his eye were dark and hooded, nostrils flared with a snarl growing on his lips. ethan wrapped a hand around your wrist and started tugging the both of you out of the stuffy house.
“ethan, what the hell was that?” calling him out as you yanked your arm free of his gripping touch. he scuffed, “that? oh you mean punching the guy my girlfriend was grinding on? that’s what the hell it was.” and he turned away before walking down the street.
“ethan!” trying your best to keep up with his pace in your inebriated state. “ethan! i wasn’t dancing on him, i was dancing on you.” words getting sloppy. head feeling fuzzy, world tilting like a seesaw.
ethan stopped walking and turned. “what?! no you weren’t! that perv was your dance partner and if i didn’t get to you sooner it might’ve ended up worse!” he yelled as he stomped closer.
you shook your head, fog covering your thoughts. “no, no. i- i wouldn’t dance with anyone else. only- only you. i- i swear i thought it was you.”
“you said you know my touch, y/n! you should’ve know that wasn’t me!”
“well i’m a bit drunk right now, ethan! everything is being processed slowly. and i was enjoying myself, i- i didn’t think too hard.” stepping closer to ethan so you could touch his chest and peer up with wet eyes and cakey makeup, “let’s just- let’s just go back to your place. we could- could still have that- that night in you wanted.” slipping your hands down his chest to curl your fingers into his belt loops and tug him closer.
ethan’s cheeks were puffed and his pupils were blown turning brown into black. his fingers touched your wrist and you thought he was gonna take up your offer, but he pulls you away as he walked backward and looked at the concrete. “i think i need space for the night. don’t wanna have you thinking of him while fucking me.”
“but i won’t! i only think of you!” black tracks of mascara staining your cheeks, the only evidence of a horrible night and not waking up in ethan’s bed the next morning.
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the next morning
you honestly weren’t sure how you made it back to your dorm, but you slept in your party clothes with makeup smudged into your pillowcase and phone dead on the floor. your roommate wasn’t around so you couldn’t ask her, and you were still pissed at ethan so you didn’t bother going over to his place.
with a groan you flopped to your back and stared at your ceiling for answers. answers on why ethan is suddenly being a dick over these tiny little things and a misunderstanding. he’s usually very caring and considerate when it comes to you. he wouldn’t have left you last night if this was a few months ago, he knows that you love him deeply.
as if the universe was giving you a sign there was three gentle knocks to your door before someone called out your name. “it’s- it’s ethan.”
you inhaled deeply as you closed your eyes, you had to hold the tears back. “go away, ethan.” a stickiness to your words.
you heard his sigh, “can- can we just talk? i’m- i’m really sorry about last night. i was pissed, but i shouldn’t have left you alone.” there was a full thump to your door.
you pushed yourself off your bed and made, what felt like a long trek, to your door and swung it open. ethan stumbled forward into your space, hands holding your biceps as you pushed at his chest. “yeah fucking asshole! i’ve told you multiple times how i feel unsafe at night, while sober!”
you shoved at his chest again before turning your back on him. you heard your door close and ethan’s steps followed, “y/n i'm really really sorry. i- i was being insecure and an idiot-“ “yes you were.”
he sighed, “i know you would never cheat on me. it’s just… i’ve never had a girlfriend and especially someone as beautiful as you. so i’m constantly worried someone is gonna take you away from me.”
hands rubbed at your tired face while looking back to ethan. his hair was a mess, still wearing the clothes from last night just like you. his skin looked oily and dark circles looked more purple. it hurt your heart.
“ethan, you should know i have eyes only for you.” “i do know that.” “then can you stop doing this douchebag image? i didn’t start dating you cause you're this big tough guy. i love the sweet, nervous, nerdy you.”
ethan made the first move to cup your cheeks, two sets of tired eyes. he leaned in to kiss your forehead first, then the tip of your nose. before he went for your lips he waited for a sign from you, all you need was to part your lips and ethan dove in. it wasn’t anything rough, it was gentle. pouring in a love you share for each other, an apology for the past few weeks for how he’s been acting. trying to make you forgive him for past actions and future ones to come.
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a/n: …let’s not think to hard about this one
ethan landry taglist: @astrxq / @websterss / @teenagedramaqueenlisa
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reticulating-splines · 1 year ago
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WIP - West 70th
1880s-1910s row of Upper West Side townhomes.
Been working on this row of late 19th c. brownstones on and off for the past year now, so needless to say when I heard about For Rent I was hype.
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This initially started because I was homesick for NYC during the pandemic. Specifically for the area of the upper west side my dorm was in while I was a student. I mainly blame this experience for my obsession with historical architecture - walking along central park west past the Dakota on the way to the subway, smoking on the stoops of the brownstones late at night, going to classes in the wedding cake that is the Ansonia - it was just everywhere, and so, so beautiful to look at.
Except a lot of it is faded glory - buildings subdivided, details chipped or covered in the thickest coats of grime or paint. So I wanted to replicate some of the old New York from around the turn of the century. The one I read about in the Luxe series and saw in the Samantha movie lol.
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The basement or garden level of each four-story brownstone will be dedicated to the original purpose as the main workplace of the service staff. Unfortunately no room for the actual garden, so laundry lines and planters are on the roof. There are bedrooms and bathrooms for a cook and a housekeeper/butler, along with the staff dining and the kitchen. The butler's pantry is directly upstairs from the kitchen, and the top floor is almost exclusively made up of staff bedrooms and washrooms.
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I usually do the service areas first because they're the most interesting, and there was nothing more interesting than a full edwardian brownstone kitchen. Lots of exposed piping, beadboard, subway tile, and shelves of clutter. Has a separate scullery, pantry, and stairs down to a basement storeroom to keep your best champs-le-sims nectar in. There's also a servant's bellboard in the kitchen and the staff dining room. It along with the "boiler" system are made with tool and CC-free.
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The main entrance and parlor are doing their best to continue the gothic revival theme of the exterior. The library and dining room follow in the enfilade starting in the parlor. Since this first house is a corner lot, it has a bit more width and space than a true brownstone. The only actual brownstone I've been inside of is Lady Mendl's, so ofc I had to have an extensive tea setup. Def took a lot of inspo from these two pics alone for these rooms.
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The main stairwell and picture gallery lead to three large bedrooms on the second floor, and then up to the children's room and nanny's bedroom on the third floor. I really like skylights. I learned the importance of decent lightwells in staving off depression one semester when my window looked out onto a brick wall
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The master bedroom and the children's room above it both have their own private sitting rooms and bathrooms. All rooms have either fireplaces or cast iron radiators.
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There's no way this is going to be finished by the time For Rent comes out, so im just going to release it in whatever state it's in when it does come out. The exteriors and interior room layout for all the townhomes will (hopefully) most likely be set by then anyway.
Now available for download!
Also the anniversary of Chez Cromwell is coming up! Ive been gone for the better part of the year due to starting a new job, but I havent been idle. C.Cromwell has been updated for infants and ceilings, which led to me redoing the exterior and almost every room, so a rerelease is coming v soon! Sneak peek below. Happy Thanksgiving!
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rainelikerain · 5 months ago
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—LONGLEGS
-Timothée Chalamet x Reader
In which the reader and Timothée bump into each other in Central Park and the press goes wild
A/N - hey guys!! This is my first kinda fic in a while so please hold tight it’s been a couple years cuties!! Enjoy!! Part 2 maybe??
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Y/n : Thank you all who worked on LONGLEGS and made my dream possible! Cant believe Its all over. Now, GO WATCH LONGLEGS, IN CINEMAS NOW!!!! 🥳👏🍾
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User: MOTHER HAS POSTED!!!
User: anyone notice who liked?!
User: movie was so good 10/10
Florencepugh: GO QUEEN OMG
Oliviarodrigo: slay girl you were amazing as always!!
|___ liked by y/n
User: shes so hot
User: i didnt even know she was in the movie
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-tchalamet posted a story
User tweeted : GIRLS AND GAYS WALK DON’T RUN TO NYC COS TIMMY IS OUT AND ABOUT YALL I REPEAT HES OUT AND ABOUT!!!
|___ User: YALL HES IN CENTRAL PARK HE WAS SPOTTER
User: why you all being so excited he is human ya know 💀💀
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-Y/n posted a story
caption: YALL- look who I met today in central park 🤭
User tweeted: NO WAY MOTHER AND FATHER AND PARENTING
|___ user: what are you on abt
User: GO ON Y/NS INSTA
User: HOLY SHIT YALL
User: i literally love them both
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Vogue: news just in! Actress Y/N L/N was seen today in central new york city with Actor Timothée Chalamet. They were seen leaving a coffee shop after Y/N L/N posted an Instagram story bumping into him in Central Park. Click the link in our bio to read more.
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User: they hung out after?! Im dazed tf!?!?
User: all the simps are crying rn
User: will we see more of them?!? Oml
Y/n: man paps need to chill 😐
|___ user: fr bae they doing you wrong
User: y/n marry me
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Y/n: LONGLEGS release party and it was an absolute dream!! Thank you to all my gorgeous friends who attended and thank YOU again @longlegsmovie I LOVE YOU ALL BABYYYYYYYYYYYY
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User: NOFRICKINGWAYTIMMYISTHAYYOU
|___ Liked by Y/n
Tchalamet: shots, shots sh-sh-sh-shots!!
|___ Y/n: EVERYBODAYYY
User: stop why they actually the cutest
User: ew she wants the fame so bad
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Tchalamet: release, bump, coffee, drink.
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User: yoo he was at the longlegs party
Keoghan92: my brother 💯🤘🏼
|___ Tchalamet: for life 🍾💯
Y/n: vodka redbull?
|___Tchalamet: vodka coke??
User: i want my husband to come to my partys
|___ User: they arent together tho
User: manifesting it tho
Zendaya: best party with the best people!!
|___Y/n: HELL YEA MY Z !!!
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User tweeted: erm guys did anyone see y/n’s story?!?!
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thejakeslayla · 1 year ago
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can u enhypen reaciton to y/n has sectoral heterochromia (youcan search on google)
i have that im j little bit insecure about that
╰─▸❝ enhypen reaction to reader having sectoral heterochromia❞
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pairing: enhypen x gn! reader ୨୧ genre: fluff ୨୧ warnings: reader being insecure ❝ in sectoral heterochromia, part of one iris is a different color from its remainder, and in central heterochromia, spikes of different colors radiate from the pupil. ❞
. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ yang jungwon 양정원 ✩
jungwon, just like the rest of the members, would absolutely adore the smallest little details about you.
at first, he didn't notice you having two different eye colours, but after holding eye contact with you while being close enough, he was so surprised that he instantly grabbed your cheeks and went
"oh my god! y/n!"
you stare at him, confused, but then you realise that it was probably his reaction to your heterochromia.
after that, jungwon adores you even more; every day he tells you how unique and beautiful you are.
one day, when he sees that you can be insecure about it, he comes up to you and stands in the door frame of your bathroom, just looking at you.
"my love, what's wrong?" he asks you in the sweetest and most gentle voice, with a big pout on his face.
after you explain how you're feeling about your eyes, he's devastated.
"but y/n, it’s so unique. you, you’re so unique." he says, still having the biggest pout. he would just feel sad that you're insecure about the thing he likes the most about you.
he covers you in kisses after he finally drags you to bed, his lips mostly smooching the skin right next to your eyes.
. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ lee heeseung 이희승 ✩
heeseung is kind of goofy about it; your contact name in his phone ends with two different hearts in the colour of your eyes.
he always brags about it to everyone; it's like he's so proud to have a lover that unique.
"guys, did you know that y/n has two different eye colours?" he's so excited about it for no reason.
it feels somehow normal for him. he just doesn't understand how you can be insecure about it. after you tell him that, he honestly just looks confused. asking "why?" each time you try to explain.
he wishes for you to love and adore it as much as he does.
heeseung is known for intense eye contact, but with you, he's somehow shy. he loves looking into your eyes, but after a minute or two, he just looks away, flustered.
his sudden change in his favourite colour??
someone asks him, and he straight up, without a second of thought, goes:
"y/n's eye colour."
. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ park jongseong 박종성 ✩
honestly, jay is so stupidly cute about
everyday he texts you a fun fact he found about heterochromia
he's also the one to explain to the rest of the members IN DETAIL about it; if you asked him about the hex code of the colour of your eyes, i wouldn't be surprised if he actually knew that.
after seeing you looking all sad while standing in front of the mirror, he comes up to you, hands wrapping around your waist, as he places his chin on your shoulder.
he whispers to you sweet nothings, but they touch your heart. he knows exactly which compliments you like, so he uses them.
he tells you every day that you're beautiful, but now that you're standing so close to him while you both look in the mirror at your reflection, it somehow feels intimate.
sometimes you would just sit doing nothing and you hear jay sighing. after you ask him what's wrong, he just goes:
"nothing, i just can't believe your beauty."
. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ jake sim 제이크 심 ✩
actually the biggest simp for you that you've ever seen
he sends you pictures of cats or puppies with heterochromia and adds
"look y/n, it's you"
you sometimes find him staring at you with these big eyes, full of love
he's just like jay; during the day, he randomly just mentions how beautiful you're
the pet names he calls you??
its always something mentioning your beauty
"my beautiful princess", "my pretty", "my gorgeous"
sometimes he just grabs you by your cheeks, looking almost flabbergasted with his mouth open and a fond expression, his eyes scanning yours, and then he just goes
"woah.."
leaving you absolutely shy.
he never really understands why you’re insecure when you’re literally the most beautiful person in his world
about texting, he would always start the conversation with
"how is the most beautiful person alive doing?"
. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ park sunghoon 박성훈 ✩
he's so shy about it; he's never heard of sectoral heterochromia, and you're the first person he's ever met with it
he would stare at you as if you were the most beautiful art piece he had seen in his whole life
his eyes are constantly on you, and after you notice him staring, he acts like he never did such a thing
"huh? no? what do you mean? i wasn't staring, y/n. you're delusional."
but after hearing you talk about how insecure you can get about your eyes, his behaviour changes 180 degrees
suddenly he's more bold, complimenting you every five seconds, making sure that you know how beautiful for him you're
just like jake, he would send you pictures of cats and puppies and add to them:
"look, it's you!"
. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ kim sunoo 김선우 ✩
he LOVES taking pictures of you, always saying stuff like
"y/n! open your eyes more; I can't see the colour!"
he's sulking and whining whenever you mention that you're not so confident, having heterochromia
"but why? i think it's really pretty"
he pouts just like jungwon, grabbing your cheeks and looking into your eyes with this adorable expression on his face
sunoo is your number one fan and hypeman; instead of talking sadly during your convo about insecurities, he's more like:
"and what????"
"you're literally the most unique and beautiful person!!"
. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ nishimura riki 西村 力 ✩
"y/n, you remind me of this character."
he randomly says this while showing you a picture of an anime character
he's so cute about it; each time he sees something that's the colour of your eyes, he just excitedly yells to you about it
if he can buy it, he definitely will
he shows it to his hyungs, going:
"look! doesn't it look like y/n's eyes??"
and heeseung just has to nod and smile, because if he shows any signs of being uninterested, niki will in fact start drama
"really? that's all you have to say? THEY ARE LITERALLY SO UNIQUE AND THIS IS ALL YOU HAVE?"
it's like niki expects them to write an essay about you and your eyes
you always find drawings or doodles of your eyes, whenever niki has a paper and pen, he just can't stop himself from drawing them
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. . . . . -ˋˏ ✎ author's note! hello!! thank you for the request and reading! hope it met your expectations, remember that you're beautiful just as you're nothing to be insecure about ♡ requests: open © 2023 — all rights reserved to user thejakeslayla, please do not steal, plagiarise or translate any of my work !
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adarafaelbarba · 15 days ago
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Sonny and reader taking their first child sledding for the first time? 🥺
Baby's First Time Sledding
✨ Covering the «skating/sledding» square of @storiesofsvu ’s holiday bingo ✨
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Sonny had been excitedly waiting for the snow since October, hoping for any chance to take your son, Nicky out sledding for the first time. «It’s a Carisi family tradition, doll! All of us were taken out sledding at the first chance of snow, no matter how little we were!» Sonny eagerly explained.
You couldn’t help but smile, adoring your husband’s giddiness and love for your child. 
Not even three weeks left of November it happened. Overnight, Manhattan had been covered in snow. «An early Christmas miracle», Sonny had claimed, dressing Nicky in his warmest clothes and getting the sled out of the hallway closet of your apartment.
«Don’t you have work today, babe?» From what you could remember he was due in court today.
«Called in a favor with one of the guys, he owes me. I can’t miss out on this, it might be gone by tomorrow!»
You promptly stuck your hands up in resignation, and smiled at him, then got dressed too. Although you weren’t akin to the tradition like Sonny was, you didn’t want to miss out on any of the milestones in your first child’s life. 
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You made it to Central Park soon enough and handed Nicky over to Sonny. The two of them would sled, while you filmed them. The air filled with shrills from your little boy and your husband filling the air as well as your heart as you watched them go.
Both coming back up soon enough with wide smiles on their faces, and Nicky’s gleeful cries of «again, again!» Making you and Sonny laugh. 
«Maybe you can go with your ma this time, bud?» Nicky nodding at that and reaching for you. 
«I’ve not gone sledding since I was 14, Sonny,» you replied, blushing. 
But he simply smiled and kissed your cheek. «You’ll be fine, doll.» 
You couldn’t tell either of them no, so getting on the sled with Nicky on your lap you set off down the hill. Adrenaline and pure euphoria filling you as you both giggled and shrieked with utter joy. It was like you’d been reborn again. 
And from that day on, you vowed that you’d take all your children sledding each year, to carry on the new tradition in your little family.
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Carlos laughs quietly and runs his fingers through his husband’s soft, sleep mussed hair; he loves the way it falls loose across his face in the mornings, freed from the gel that usually keeps it coifed and pushed back. He loves TK on mornings like this, soft and warm and pliable. And just for him.
“You can have whatever you want, baby,” Carlos coaxes.
Bennu is TK’s favorite coffee shop, a local mom and pop with several locations around East and Central Austin. He discovered it shortly after he moved to town while he was exploring the city with Paul and Marjan. They’d stumbled upon the cafe on Congress and TK was hooked. His favorite drink is the Don Quixote, a Mexican hot chocolate mocha with vanilla, almond and cinnamon. On their shared mornings off TK likes to walk to the Bennu about half-a-mile from the loft. Carlos gets a macchiato cortado and they split a cinnamon roll and a pecan bar. Sometimes Paul or Marj or both will meet up with them and they’ll head over to the park a couple blocks down with their coffee, sometimes they’ll play a game of ultimate frisbee or kick a soccer ball around. Sometimes TK and Marjan will lay in the grass and gossip and point out all the clouds that are shaped like dogs as they go by while Paul and Carlos walk around the small pond in the middle of the park and discuss the latest book they’re reading for their unofficial book club — “does it count as a book club if it’s just two people?” TK always teases — or the political climate in the Texas legislature or Paul’s struggle to accept Asha’s insistence on sneaking stevia into whatever she’s baking. Sometimes they bring Buttercup. Carlos has been thinking more and more lately about getting a dog of their own to accompany them on days like that.
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stinkybrowndogs · 11 months ago
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Some dog movie observations:
The 1990s to like 2010 seems to be the golden age of dog movies. We got Beethoven (1992), Homeward Bound (1993), Air Bud (1997), 101 Dalmatians (1996), Snow Dogs (2002), Because of Winn Dixie (2005), Hotel for Dogs (2009), Beverly Hills Chihuahua (2008) to name a few that I enjoyed. There is also a slew of B-rate movies that while not as good, still have some charm. I will say I think it helps that cgi wasn’t heavily used in movies until the later 2000s and 2010s, and it is my humble opinion that too much cgi ruins the movies. The more tricks the dog actually does on camera, the better. Bonus points if clever camera shots and practical effects are used instead of cgi.
Anything before the 80s? Questionable animal ethics. (The Animal welfare act was passed in 1966, so really anything before then is… wild.)
Now. As we travel into the 2010s-2020s, we see an uptick in copaganda. (Max, Dog, Rescued by Ruby, and a Dogs Journey are some recent ones). We also see an uptick of Really Bad Movies (think like a dog-BAD. Lady and the tramp? WORSE.) we also see a lot of strange indie films about dogs (white god was….. weird.) this is also when the “air buddies” took off to be their own thing, which has turned into an entire studio that makes Bad Dog Movies (and also shows! Pup academy, phantom pups, and one other one on Netflix. They are Bad)
There are also several with like 100 remakes (lassie, benji, where the red fern grows, like 200 different white fangs smh) so I’m not super sure how I’m going to tackle those….
The most popular dog breeds in these movies are probably goldens, labs, German shepherds, Great Danes (! At least 3 so far; marmaduke, the ugly Dachshund, and Chestnut hero of Central Park), old English sheepdogs (! Surprising but there was a few!) and beagles (again at least a few movies). Also, terriers.
Dobermans, Rottweilers, Beaucerons, and German shepherds are top picks for the antagonist characters, or just as Menacing Dogs
There are several I haven’t watched yet because they are not on any streaming service, and I will have to check my library to see if they have any of them to loan. I am looking forward to the Tim Allen shaggy dog (horrifying poster- dog with human eyes photoshopped on), marmaduke (I remember this movie being terrible), cats & dogs (I remember liking these)
Im tempted to try and make a big long video just. Reviewing all the movies I have watched but that is a massive waste of my time and also I have the personality of a shoe so I’m not sure who would actually be interested in watching it. Much to think about.
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ornii · 2 years ago
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When it gets Dark Outside
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Must be fun being a Super Hero, right?
Spider Gwen X Male Reader. (Y/n) has been flaking on his Girlfriend for a while now, and unfortunately it all comes to a head.
So. Let’s do this, one last time
My name is (Y/n) Riley, turns out my birth was your normal Mom and Dad stork story, I was created in a lab by a man named the Jackal, using the DNA of a guy named Peter Parker, unfortunately my dna wasn’t purely his and was mixed up somehow, letting me not look exactly like him. And for the last two years I’ve been New Yorks Spider-Man after Peter decided to retire and live comfortably with his Girlfriend, and I gladly took on the mantle of The Scarlet Spider-Man.
You know the rest, saved the day, got the girl and have been doing pretty decent hero work if I could say so myself. One of the biggest helps in that was my girlfriend, Gwen. She doesn’t know about my powers, I’m too worried what she might say, but it’s getting too much to hide, and I’m worried it’ll blow up in my face. Well, I guess it’s too late for that now.
It was ranging to be an average New York night for most. Bustling city, beautiful lights, and your run of the mill Supervillain trying to rob a bank, shocker.
Speaking of Shocking, The Scarlet Spider-Man swings though the city until he lands on a light pole, as police quickly surround a large bank embedded into central street.
“Long day?” He asks to the Police chief, George Stacy, who frowns at the web head.
“Focus, we got Shocker in the main Lobby, zapping anyone and anything that gets even a few feet near the parking lot, we’ve cut off the block to avoid casualties and civilians.” George said, Spider-Man nods and points to the bank.
“I’ll take out shocker, it’s up to you guys to finish clearing the block in case something happens.” He swings away and lands on the wall, crawling in though a window he sneaks onto the roof, the bank is, well was before it got blown to bits, a nice regal place. Marble floors, beautiful pillars and all, Spider-Man stood up and smirked. Standing below him was shocker, ready to fight anyone coming into the door.
“Got a hot date shocker?” He says, Shocker turns without hesitation and blasts his electric bolts, Spider-Man leaps out of the way and onto a pillar.
“Oh Cmon man? You’re breaking my heart.”
“Grrr! Step off Spider before I fry you!”
“Yeah, Like im Gonna let that happen, so why don’t you do your old man a favor and just surrender?” He asks, Shocker responds by attacking again, Spider-Man leaps over him and fired his web shooters, beginning to slowly web up the shocker, avoiding a blast but getting knocked into a pillar, he sees shocker wind up for a big blast, using his slingers he hurls a table at him, letting the attack hit that and causing a substantial sound wave, knocking the glass out of the doors, Spider-Man lands from the attack and prepares to fight, before seeing an incoming call on his mask. Gwen.
“Uh, Hello?” He asks, inside his dormitory, Gwen was sitting there, waiting for him.
“(Y/n)? Where are you? I thought you were ready to study?”
“Uh Yeah! I Just had small detour?” He says, avoiding a death blast, he webs shocker by the ankle, making him trip.
“Look I promise I’ll be there, just wait a little longer.”
“.. you aren’t doing anything dangerous are you?”
“No, you know me.” He says back, trying to convince the girl, who was silent for a moment.
“…Yeah.” Gwen responds with a bit of deadpanned sadness. She hangs up and Spider-Man turns to shocker.
“Alright, can we wrap this up I have something super important to—“ he says, before another incoming call appears.
“Again? What she’s—“ his distracted headspace was the perfect opportunity for Shocker, who hits him with a heavy blast to the chest, sending him flying out of the building in slow motion in front of the police, time slows down and he quickly fires his webs against the wall, using the momentum like a slingshot, he flies back though the building door with a big drop kick, sending Shocker into the wall stumbling, he changes his cartridges and fires his classic impact webs! The hit and explode on contract with Shocker, webbing him perfectly. He grabs and spins him around before hurling the villain right out into police custody. He sighs with relief and collapses down to one leg.
“Well.. that sucked, alright.” He stands up, taking a few deep breaths, before swinging out of the bank and back to his dormitory, bring a Highschool student on a boarding school in New York wasn’t the worst thing, granted he had no roommate so keeping his identity was much easier without his parents walking in on him. Granted it still was a hassle with school, but he made it work, he stumbled into the room via the window, tumbling in as he held his side, he tore off his mask to sigh in pain.
“Okay, just gotta get to—“ he looks up, and his eyes ran straight into Gwen’s, she looks rightfully stunned as he stands up, holding his side.
“I..can explain.” He says, and Gwen starts to get, obviously frustrated.
“Is this what you’ve been doing?”
“… Yeahhhh..” (Y/n) sadly admits, and Gwen was at a loss for words.
“I thought you were working at a homeless shelter or something, you’re Spider-Man? Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I wanted to! I just never really knew how you’d react.” He responds, her anger grows.
“So you lied? All this time?”
“Yeah, for a good reason Gwen! If I had told you and they found out who I was, I don’t know what would happen if something happened to you because of me.. I’d never forgive myself.” He admits, and her anger slowly began to subside.
“What do you mean?” She asks, and he sits down on his bed.
“If someone found out that I’m Spider-Man, they’d go for the people I love the most… and that’s, you.” He says in a halfway confession.
“..Love?” She asks and he nods, Gwen approached and sat next to him, her hand gently laying on his.
“I totally understand why you’d feel that way, I see you fight for you life protecting everyone, my dad included, even though he hates your guts. I was mad But, i Understand why..” she admits, and she smiles so, earnestly and the way she always smiles just, warms his heart.
“Thanks Babe, you don’t know how much it means to me to get this off my chest.” He says, Gwen slowly leans in, and (Y/n) does as well, taking the opportunity to try to kiss her, suddenly a hole in the ceiling begins to form seemingly out of some scientific tech, and a white figure landed. She Checks a device on her wrist.
“Rats, might not be the right universe to—“ she halts as she slowly turns to her side, and sees (Y/n) and Gwen staring at her, which was more of a surprise since Gwen was staring at another version of herself
Spider-Gwen. Normal gwen turns to (Y/n).
“So.. Something else you didn’t tell me about?”
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fallenhomura · 4 months ago
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how did Akemi Homura react to 9/11? this isn’t a joke btw - she would have been a first or second grader in 2001
she would have formed My Chemical Romance
jk realistically, Homura would have had her classes suspended on the day of, and depending on the school, probably have the rest of the week off. In my AU, she’s living in Park Slope current day, which means the catholic orphanage she would have been raised in would be somewhere in central to southern Brooklyn. I doubt that from that far she would have noticed or witnessed the attacks herself, depending on the elevation and clearance of the skyline. I’m sure she would have noticed the pummeling smoke in the air and panic in the streets, and I’m sure she would have seen at least one screen or television broadcasting the live footage of the twin towers. Homura has been applied to be very shy and empathetic in her earlier years, while not understanding the significance of what the attacks would mean for America, her heart would still hurt not only over the lives lost, but the impact it had on New York as a city. Because she’s in a catholic school, Im not sure if she would have been subjected to the rampant patriotism that emerged from the aftermath of the attacks as it did in public schools. It is to my understanding catholic schools aren’t very big of patriotism, clearly focusing and valuing religion more.
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breezybangtanbebe · 3 months ago
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🐍Chapter Two🐍
✨masterlist✨
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While most parts or Luminasia wouldnt be considered the safest, they paled in comparison to Mamba District. The central parts of the neon city were basically an amusement park versus the concentrated grit and shadows that made up the reptilian beings' territory with a crime rate so high, local authorities didn't even flag citizens for speeding through it.
Despite its unsavory reputation, there was always much entertainment to find there. Night clubs, illegal gambling spots, *ahem* nightly solicitors, drugs, cheap liqour, debauchery...
Aaaaand Trouble. Never a shortage of that.
Megan hadnt made it her business to spend much time around these parts in years, finding her fair share of all of those things and more. In the time that she did , however, she obtained a decent lay of the land. Which was useful to her when needing a stealthy way in and out on missions like this.
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Her bike purred quietly as it came to a full stop in the grime-coated backstreet alley, and her view of the warehouse was centered several feet ahead of her.
Black and brown bricks soaked in the evening rain, the gaping windows and crumbling architecture gave the abandoned area it's ominous appeal. At some point, the building may have been used for mass manufacturing or packaging. But now it stood as a hiding place for the forsaken or rebellious teens looking for a spot to get high or do who knows what else. An extremely peculiar place for something as valuable as a synstone to be hiding.
"Ok Phor." Megan whispers, nudging the kickstand out before swinging her leg over the bike.
The moment her heels touch the moist pavement, a wave of panic rolls over her, sending goosebumps all over her body. Something about this place had that effect on her, whether it be for good or bad reasons. She doesnt show it in her agile stride though, walking with confidence while keeping to the shadows of the alley until she reached its end.
"Im here. What's it looking like?" She speaks lowly to her trusty pup in the chair, who was already working on scoping the scene.
"Uh give me a sec. Im hacking a PD drone with some infared as we speak."
Seconds later, a buzzing drone zips over Megan's head and she watches as it hovered over the baren warehouse. As it scanned it, greenscale images of the building's interior fill Phor's screens. He types quickly, shifting the filters until he manages to get an unobscured high-resolution view of several hulking figures surround one in the middle of the vast room.
"Oh shit." the canine utters. Megan's eyes widen cautiously.
"Whatchu mean, Oh shit? Who in there?" she whispered harshly. All the while, Phor's toe beans tap frantically.
"Oh just your favorite kind of distant planet natives. Most that were so hostile that the mayor of Lumin gave them their own little hidey hold of hell in the ugliest part of the city...hehehe.." Phor chuckles nervously, zooming in on the exact location where the synstone's signature was the strongest.
"I know aint shit funny over there, Pho. Show me what you see.."
Phor obediently sent a live feed view of what he was seeing to Megan's watch. It blinked with the notification and she lifts her wrist just as the hologram rectangular screen materialized.
"Oh shit..." Megan shared Phor's grim sentiment the moment sees what he's looking at.
A grainy image of the cleared space is pulled into view. Large dangling industial lights hum overhead ans in the center one of their beams was a huddle of tall, slender reptilian figures in dark tailored, their massive tails whipping against the dusted concrete floors.
The Vortarians were a unique group of individuals that made up most of Mamba's population. They were a nasty race that had humanoid bodies covered in thick, mosaic green scales that could shift to blend in with their environments. Their sharp-clawed hands and feet could easily gut a man with one swipe, and they had black beady eyes with gold pupils used for tracking their prey in any light. Not to mention their pharyngeal jaws that opened their mouths wide enough to engulf just about anything  in a bite riddled of razor-sharp fangs that leaked acidic flesh-melting venom.
They were quite intimidating to say the least.
But their presence wasn't even the main cause for Megan's shock. She actually expected some Vortarians to be there since this was their neck of the woods. By her count, there were at least 8 of them. Barrelling through them wouldnt be an issue with what she was packing.
It was was the man that seemed to be in their custody, seated at a table with his hands bound and his lips quirked up in an unphased smirk , that had her second guessing the entire mission.
"Of course its him." she grumbles, followed by Phor's hum of agreement.
"Mmhmm..I knew I detected a Bangtanian signature when I was tracking the stone but I had no clue it would be THEE Bangtanian himself. Sheesh. No wonder theres so many Vorts on him."
Megan was vaguely attuned to Phor's assessment, but her gaze fixed heavily on the dragon-eyed leader of one of the most elite squadrons to come from the Intergalactic Hybe Force, straight out of the mystical planet of Purpura's capital city of Bora.
Who he was to the world was slightly different from who he was to her, however.
And knowing he was most likely after the same synstone that she was, made everything a million times more complicated.
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Domesticated Animals part 1
The Holiday season" November/December . New York. Earth-10005
11/27/24 (American dating system)
Deadpool and Wolverine had been living comfortably for most of the month now, two of the most violent, dangerous and feard people to ever walk the earth hold hands as they come back from the bodega getting groceries for the upcoming Thanksgiving holiday. They we're both proudly Canadian, but when in New York do as the New Yorkers do. They were planning on having most of the usual people over for dinner tomorrow and were prepping now so that Thanksgiving wasn't them running around with half cooked food and a late dinner because nothing worked out.
Logan has been adapting to Wade's...shall we say.. "physical touch forward" form of affection. Since they had made it official all bets were off for Wade. But Logan wasn't always in the mood to be touched.
look bub, I love you... you know I do. But if grab my ass again while I'm trying to prep this turkey for tomorrow I'm gonna cut your fucking hand off. Wade tried... he really did but his gremlin brain demanded that he sexually harass his Wolverine. He siddled up to Logan who was Spatchcocking a 18 lb turkey so he could brine it. "I'm warning you bub" what i'm not doing nothing, im just standing here... inches from you... Wade thought he'd be clever, I won't grab his ass... folks he grabbed Logan crotch. *Snikt* "DAMN IT WADE!" it wasn't your ass! before he could talk again a familiar set of foot long Adamantium blades went through his wind pipe and out the back of his neck. Logan pulled him in close. "Now, I warned you bub, you know good and well I'm busy and instead of bothering me you could be baking the pies or some other helpful thing. But instead your standing here bleeding on my freshly moped floor, because you grabbed my dick after aske you to stop. He pulled him in closer to whisper in hopes that Althea wouldn't hear. Look... if you're good and help me out maybe I'll let you play with it later. He winked. A smile formed on Wade's face. Logan smiled back kissed him on the cheek "I love you" then violently ripped his claws back out of Wade's neck "now don't get your blood all over the turkey or you really will be regenerating a whole new arm for the rest of the afternoon." Wade made wet rasping sound in response, grabbed some paper towels and cleaned the blood off the floor. The house got to enjoy a few minutes of silence as the catastrophic damage to his larynx healed while Wade started making a pumpkin pie.
Logan could be equally Violent and Tender sometimes in an order of magnitude, he regularly showed Wade the tenderness that he clearly craved. No longer did they have sides of the bed. Logan held wade in his arms every night since that day in Central Park. It surprised him when it actually resulted in better sleep for the both of them. Two deeply traumatized men held on to each other, Logan could sware he felt a literal bond tighten between them some nights.
The dreams of Distant wars, murders, and injustices had slowly stopped. It'd been a week since he'd shot straight up out of bed in a cold sweat gasping claws fully extended. The worst part was the panic that set in after he realized he was only in bed. Did he stab Wade or worse, the little dog that also shared the bed usually cuddled up against his or Wade's chest. Lifting the shredded blankets hed make sure they were both ok. Thankfully not once had Marry Puppens gotten so much as a nick on her. He didn't know how he'd deal with it if she had, she'd probably be hurt and confused. "Why'd my daddy hurt me for no reason." The thought devastated him. She like everyone in that bed that night would have quickly healed. But the guilt would have plagued Logan. Less fortunately he couldn't say the same for Wade, he hadn't cut him up until recently. Wade however never took it personally, more annoyed about being woke up than anything else.
As a rule he tried not to stab Wade. At least not when he made a terrible joke, he'd been politely ask not to do that. However Wade Winston Wilson frequently had a policy of "negative attention is still attention" and would occasionally delight in pushing his Wolverines button. Logan set boundaries. Gave warnings but at some point Snikt, blades fly, and again sometimes he was certain this was Wade's end game. He'd have his attention usually start behaving after that and the day would move on. It was a dynamic unlike any other relationship in his long walk of life. He certainly was never board.
Later that evening all the prep work they could do was done pies were baked, turkey was Brining, vegetable trays had been cut, bread had been baked and side dishes were pre-prepared just needed warmed in the oven. Althea had even made cranberry relish. All of it as non GMO as possible and as little corn syrup as possible at Wade's insisting. They all had a light dinner Ceasar Salad, and a bottle of riesling knowing tomorrow would be an exercise in classic American gluttony.
In bed that night, Wade had Logan cuddled against him. Wade was the big spoon for a change. Cuddling his beefy boy he whispered "I'm pretty sure I was good the rest of the day today, and I intend to collect on our bargain old man" a snake like hand caressed his pecs, slowly worked it's way down in between the line that demarcated the middle of his abs and over his navel. Logan was feeling a little frisky and mischievous, so he decided he'd let this play out. The hand had tucked it's self under the waistband of his underwear. When it made it to it's goal Logan let out a pleasured growl... then suddenly an exasperated voice came from across the room. "Damn it, boys! I'm not even asleep yet. Can you not! I can absolutely hear the both of you over there... please, I've asked you. I know y'all got needs, but not while I'm in the house, in the same room." Sorry Al, they both called out in unison. It might be time for a bigger place, Wade grumbled. Let's just go to sleep. Logan responded... Wade, babe... yeah, honeybadger. Not that, I... don't *he gulped and let out a small moan* like what you're doing down there. *he shuddered a little* But Al did ask us to stop. Damn it! Fine. He pulled his hand out of Logans underpants and huffed
I'm going to grab the tits though. Wade firmly and defiantly grabbed Logans righ pectoral and pulled him into a closer cuddle. That's fine. Logan sighed he wasn't exactly happy to be blue balled either but thems the breaks. Wade... yes dear, he said in a still slightly salty tone... I love you. I love you too. Goodnight
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