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beardedmrbean · 4 months

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A Toronto man has been charged with public incitement of hatred after police allege he held a "terrorist flag" during a demonstration last weekend.

Police say the 41-year-old man allegedly waved a flag of "an organization listed as a terrorist group by Public Safety Canada" while marching through the city's downtown on Sunday.

Speaking at a Toronto Police Services Board meeting Thursday, police Chief Myron Demkiw called the charge "unprecedented," noting the "very high threshold" to charge anyone with a hate propaganda offence.

"We're not putting up with this kind of hateful conduct," said Demkiw, at a news conference Thursday.

"This type of allegation points to an extremist, hateful perspective that we do not welcome in the city."

Police have not confirmed what the flag depicted or what group it was associated with. Speaking to the board, Demkiw said he would "not be complicit in providing a platform to both acknowledge or promote the hateful ideology."

The man is set to appear in court in Toronto on Feb. 23.

Antisemitic incidents make up 53% of reported hate crimes since Israel-Hamas war began: Toronto police

2 Toronto councillors say they want fire at Jewish-owned deli probed as possible act of terror

The chief said Toronto has seen more protests since the start of the Israel-Hamas war than any other city in Canada, and those demonstrations have escalated recently.

He also announced Thursday that demonstrations on the Avenue Road bridge over Highway 401 will now be prohibited as they pose a threat to public safety and have made many in the surrounding Jewish community feel intimidated.

Demkiw said people who ignore the ban can expect to be arrested "if necessary" and any activities that take place on the bridge will be investigated "with a criminal lens."

2 antisemitic hate crimes reported so far in 2024

Demkiw also provided the board with the latest details on the force's hate crime statistics, saying hate crime calls to Toronto police were down in December.

Demkiw said there were 10 reported hate crimes last month compared to 48 in November — a 48 per cent decrease. The shift is the first to come after the force raised alarm about the sustained spike in calls starting Oct. 7.

He called the recent figures "good news" but warned antisemitic incidents are still a major concern, representing a majority of all hate crimes in 2023. There were 132 total incidents reported compared to 65 in 2022.

This year, there have been two antisemitic hate crimes reported so far, one of which was a suspected arson attack against a Jewish-owned deli store in North York.

To date, the force also received 145 reports from people using the recently launched hate graffiti web form, police said.

"Let me be clear and unequivocal, our commitment to keeping our city's Jewish community safe is unwavering," Demkiw said.

"I will say this once again and as many times as necessary: violence and hate will not be tolerated."

It was the PFLP flag,

Demkiw and Prime Minister Justin Trudeau met on Wednesday to discuss the recent and "alarming" increase in antisemitic incidents and what more can be done to keep Jewish Canadians safe. The meeting came after two Toronto councillors asked the federal government for help fighting antisemitism in Toronto.

"As partners, we'll continue to do what is necessary to tackle hatred in all its forms," Trudeau said in a post on X, formerly Twitter.

From October to December, the force received an average of 190 hate-related calls, up from the average of 47 for all the months prior in 2023.

Demkiw notes the second highest increase were LGBTQ+ hate crimes, going up from 40 in 2022 to 66 reported in 2023 There was also 35 reported anti-Muslim, anti-Palestinian and anti-Arab hate crimes last year compared to 12 the year prior, marking it the third highest category.

Between Oct. 7, 2023 and Jan. 10, 2024, the force said its arrested 54 people, resulting in 117 charges related to hate crimes. The most common charges were mischief, assault and uttering threats.

#nunyas news

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mariacallous · 8 months

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(New York Jewish Week) — My hometown of Ann Arbor, Michigan, is world-famous for precisely two things: It’s where the University of Michigan is located — Go Blue! — and it is home to Zingerman’s, a 41-year-old Jewish deli that’s both a local icon and a national treasure that regularly makes “best of” lists.

And now, one of these storied institutions will make an appearance in New York City for one day, and one day only — and it’s not the well-regarded public university.

On Saturday, Zingerman’s Deli will host a pop-up at Chelsea’s Olly Olly Market, where the Midwestern deli masters will be slinging sandwiches from noon to 8 p.m., or until sold out. There, at 601 West 26th St. near 11th Avenue, New Yorkers can expect top-notch variations on the classic Reuben sandwich, the company’s signature enthusiastic customer service and a host of Zingerman’s-branded sides and merch.

“We had this thought about taking the Reubens on the road, just having some fun with it,” Rodger Bowser, head chef and a managing partner of Zingerman’s Deli, told the New York Jewish Week.

Saturday’s event will be the popular deli’s second-ever popup; their first was in Chicago in 2019 at a location run by 16” on Center, a Windy City-based “hospitality collective.” The experience, said Bowser, was an overwhelmingly positive one — and when 160C expanded to Manhattan last year with Olly Olly Market, the Zingermen decided to give it another go.

Zingerman’s Deli was founded in 1982 by Paul Saginaw and Ari Weinzweig, “two friends who dreamt of creating a traditional Jewish deli that would bring very special foods to Ann Arbor,” according to their web site.

The pair, who are both Jewish, came up with the name Zingerman’s because they wanted something “that would convey the sense of a good local deli, something that would ‘sound Jewish,’ would somehow telegraph that this was a real delicatessen,” Weinzweig once wrote. (Weinzweig declined to use his own surname, calling it “unpronounceable,” while the name Saginaw evokes the mid-Michigan town from which it took Paul Simon and Art Garfunkel four days to hitchhike.)

Their concept was a hit, and over the decades, Zingerman’s resisted the siren call of expansion or franchising and instead evolved into a progressive-minded “community of businesses” across the Ann Arbor area. These include the consulting business Zingtrain, which shares “the ‘Zingerman’s experience’ with forward-thinking organizations”; Zingerman’s Bakehouse, making classic breads and pastries; a candy manufactory, a creamery, event spaces and more.

These days, “the Zingerman’s Experience is now made and delivered by nearly six hundred people — partners, managers and staff in ten different businesses in addition to the Deli — to the tune of roughly $60,000,000 in annual sales,” Weinzweig writes. (A prolific writer, the Chicago native and Russian history major pens regular newsletters and has authored several books, including “Zingerman’s Guide to Better Bacon: Stories of Pork Bellies, Hush Puppies, Rock ‘n’ Roll Music and Bacon Fat Mayonnaise” and the four-part “Zingerman’s Guide to Good Leading: A Lapsed Anarchist’s Approach to Building a Great Business.”)

Despite all that growth, popups remain a relatively new venture for Zingerman’s — and for Olly Olly Market, too. “We thought, what better time than our one-year anniversary to start introducing a little bit more of the Midwest to New York?” Tim Wickes, director of food hall operations at 160C, told the New York Jewish Week. Zingerman’s “jumped on it. So we’re fortunate and we’re super excited for the weekend.”

“We also know that there is a large population of Michiganders here in New York, University of Michigan alumni,” said Wickes, who lives in Brooklyn and is, tragically, an alumnus of rival Michigan State. “And we felt like the city would resonate well with that as our first of hopefully [pop-ups] from Chicago and the Midwest in general.”

Initially the idea was “to bring the Zingerman’s gameday experience to as many people as we can in New York,” Bowser said of Saturday’s event. (The Wolverines play the Minnesota Golden Gophers on Saturday night.) “Clearly we have a pretty good fan base there that always can’t get to Ann Arbor for a game. And we just want to share that experience and have some fun.”

As anyone who ever worked at Zingerman’s attest — and that includes me: Working at Zingerman’s is practically a rite of passage for “townies” — and football game days are especially busy day at an already busy place; lines are long and the wait for sandwiches can exceed an hour.

Since the game and the open-to-the-public popup won’t overlap, the Zingerpeople are also selling tickets “to an exclusive tailgate experience with guaranteed seats and sandwiches.”

As for the six sandwich types on sale, all are Reubens or riffs on them, “what we like to call the Russian dressing group,” Bowser said. Among them is the deli’s most popular sandwich, the #2 Zingerman’s Reuben — made with corned beef, Swiss Emmental cheese, sauerkraut and Russian dressing on grilled Jewish rye bread, a combination that former President Barack Obama described as “killer” — as well as the #18 Georgia Reuben, with turkey breast, Swiss Emmental cheese, coleslaw and Russian dressing.

Bowser, who was a vegetarian when he started working at the deli 28 years ago, will also be making “a personal favorite”: #36 Lila & Izzie’s Skokie Skidoo, a vegetarian Reuben consisting of Swiss Emmental cheese, coleslaw and Russian dressing on grilled farm bread.

As it happens, the Reuben’s origins lie neither in New York nor Ann Arbor: Legend has it the legendary sandwich was invented in an Omaha hotel in the 1920s “to satisfy a group of hungry Jewish poker players,” according to The Nosher.

To bring Zingerman’s Reubens to NYC, Bowser and his team will be driving two trucks packed with food and supplies from Ann Arbor to Manhattan — a distance of 621 miles, or 9 hours and 24 minutes in traffic at the time of this writing. “Obviously you can’t make a Zingerman’s sandwich without Zingerman’s Bakehouse bread,” said Bowser. “And it’s gonna take quite a few loaves of that.”

Bowser estimated the road crew of three will likely leave on Thursday, which would give them a day to set up the space on Friday. (Three other Zingerman’s employees will travel by plane.)

When asked if he had any qualms about bringing deli sandwiches to the birthplace of American deli culture — a place whose denizens are known to be “kind” but not exactly “nice” — Bowser demurred. “I’m not throwing shade at anybody,” he said, emphasizing the main impetus was to have a fun time.

Wickes concurs. Acknowledging that New York “is the mecca of Reuben sandwiches,” he said the pop-up will have a “humble approach.” “We’re certainly in tune with the fact that there’s plenty of fantastic Reubens in the city,” he said. “We just wanted to showcase Zingerman’s.”

As for Bowser, he conceded to one possible challenge: “Navigating two big trucks though traffic sounds daunting,” he said. “But I’m sure we’ll figure it out.”

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ghostcat3000 · 2 years

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Fanworks Festivus Masterpost 2022

A recap of all the glorious fan-created AU work folks posted for Fanworks Festivus 2022:

MeropeMerope - who took a very strange mood board and prompt from me ["ok. so one of them is a chef, the other is writing a paper or a book, I don't know, in some far-flung locale, here, have some Dreyer and Marker, a little Dickens, etc."] and sprinkled her Meropian magic on it and made something wonderfully vivid and true―go read chapter one of 62 Degrees North.

@peacestew - who made a beautiful edit for the above story, and I legit got caught in a loop of trying to figure out what Isak was doing with his mouth. this sentence reads all kinds of wrong, but seriously, the psychological gesture is REAL yo. apparently, there are more edits coming??? I guess we'll all die then.

Mellibean - a gorgeous Rest Easy-inspired Scandi-Noir landscape.

@kardemama - a favorite exchange from The Boyfriend Experience (co-written with @irazor) in embroidery form.

@laurasztuff - stunning, surprising SKAM coffee art.

@kosegruppie - a supercut of all the subtle ways an annoyed Isak Valtersen can utter the name "Vilde."

@nightlocktime - not one but TWO fantastic edits of the incredible Emma Suárez in Julio Medem's La Ardilla Roja, aka the inspiration for my current story, the red squirrel.

@beyondthedreamline - a sweet slice of Austen's Persuasion in clay form―half-agony! half-hope!

@angel-in-the-city-blog - a sweet graphic of a snow-covered Second Avenue Deli from III. Rondo: Allegretto Moderato.

@heihallohadet - a Warholesque deconstruction of Bart van der Leck's The Cat.

@alterlove2021 - a graphic of Botsak in his dented cardboard box from The Boyfriend Experience.

@teejaysnow - the romantically comedic The Dick Pic Fic - a perfect one-shot from the master of funny.

@ansveni - a sweet pencil sketch of a rainy day feline.

@mrsrobinson11 - exploring what happens when soul mates meet at the wrong time, namely when they're already married to other people. Read the first chapter of Everything Depends Upon How Near You Stand to Me.

@whatwillthegirlbecome - not quite fanwork, but still a beautiful reminder―via the masterful Sharon Olds―of how poetry distills experience in a way that just gets to the heart of things.

@art-vandeley - a beautiful portrait of a beautiful Isak. no one does it like a.

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Thank you so much to all participants! A huge thank you to those of you who gave me offline gifts too. All gifts, whether private or public, were so lovely, thoughtful, and kind. There was a lot of smiling and some misty-eyed nonsense from my end. Fandom has been very good to me.

Part of the fun of soliciting these kinds of gifts is knowing that they will be enjoyed by others. I hope that these brought you some joy as well.

Huge thank you to those who don’t usually do this sort of thing–you have my love and respect.

And to those of you who are pros–thank you also–you're very generous.

If I accidentally missed your entry, please message me. I was out enjoying wi-fi-free nature all day, so it’s quite possible I missed one here and there. I'll be sure to add you.

For everyone else, please go check out these posts and bask in the wonderful talent. And thank you for celebrating my birthday with me in 2022. 😻🎂💗

#2022 Fanworks Festivus #2022 Fanworks Festivus Masterpost #happy birthday to meeeeeeeeee #SKAM #Persuasion #CMBYN #9.25 #need to make ones for '20 and '21 which were delayed for pandemic reasons #thank you #you are all lovely #fanwork #fan art

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satorugojowidow · 1 year

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some highlights and some thoughts of my journey to Buenos Aires (in chapters because is long)

chapter 1

Before going to the hotel we decided to have breakfast at the Pertutti café that is right in front of the Cabildo and Plaza de Mayo. The place was great, a bit more expensive than other places but not too much. An important thing to consider is that my city is expensive, so expensive here in Buenos Aires is normal in my city. Of course I’m talking of regular places, not the jockey club lol I can’t pay that.

Back to the Pertutti café, there is a coffee shop and a restaurant. I asked for Oporto cake and tea, both were great. The place is beautiful and the bathrooms are a dream. We visited the Metropolitan Cathedral and had the chance to see the opening ceremony of the tomb of San Martin (heroe of independence of South America). The granaderos walked in their traditional outfits and did the whole thing, it was fun to watch. There were many tourists at the place.

Then we tried to go to our hotel in the neighborhood of Flores (we chose that place because the theater of the concert was there, five blocks away). We wanted to use the subway but the stop in Peru street was closed and line A had dely so we thought it was more “safe” to use the urban bus. We asked a officer of traffic and she said “86” and we took the 86 and end up miles away lol The thing is, according to what people told me, there are different kind of 86 (i don’t why they don’t have like a 86a, 86b or something) and we took the fast one that goes for highway. We were good until we went to the highway and started to pass tolls and we had no way to go down because there is no stop. The first stop was in Ciudad Evita lol This could sound stressful but we were laughing, like we just needed to go back, right? It's not the end of the world. We took a different line back (I don’t remember the number) and we ended up in Flores where we took a taxi to our hotel. We spent two hours trying to reach our hotel. That was placed at Ramon Falcón street and remember this because I have a whole chapter about this dude.

When we were around Plaza the Mayo we asked a taxi driver for a number to call and he said “we don’t work with radio, you need to go to the avenue and stop one there” and we were like “what?”. Like in the movies lol In my city (a small to medium city) taxi won’t stop in the street because when they are moving it is because they are going somewhere, I mean, they have a client assigned waiting. When they are free they have some places where they stop and you could go there to take one. To be honest, on the two occasions we wanted a taxi we took like 30 seconds to find one, but it is weird to us like not having the chance to call one because it gives you some comfort. Mutuals then explained there are apps and gave more info.

The thing I most missed from my home city is the feeling of community. Like this, what happened with the bus won’t ever happen here, because people at the stop would give me a long and well explained explanation of which bus i should take and where to go down, and the bus driver would have the courtesy to tell me where to go down. It’s not like people won’t answer questions in Buenos Aires, they do, but they all look so stressed that you don’t feel like asking too much to not bother them, and their answers are always short. In my city people would see you lost and will ask you if you need help. The feeling of community is feeling safe around people you don’t know personally, knowing they will help if you need it. You don’t feel safe around people in Buenos Aires. They all walk around holding their belongings and looking at strangers with distrust. About this last topic is not the same for every neighborhood of Buenos Aires but is something I will elaborate later.

#but the way is not first time in buenos aires even if sound like it lol

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scumgristle · 7 months

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But you've had this done. An actor stole your story "Justin M. Damiano."

Oh, Shia [LaBeouf].

What could he have been thinking? "Oh, it's just a comic book... nobody will know... it's not a real thing..."?

One day, I dunno, seven or eight years ago... it was a December morning, an acquaintance of mine said, "Oh, congratulations. I didn't know about that Shia LaBeouf film." And I was like, "What?" And so I go online, and there was this link, "Shia LeBeouf has released his short film on..." It was some website that had a daily short film. And so, I start watching, thinking maybe he mentions my comics in the film or something like that, not knowing what it was, and then it was like... I remember for a few seconds thinking, "This is actually pretty well written"... and then all of a sudden I was like, "Wait! I wrote that!" [Laughs] It was exactly word for word. And I sat there thinking, did I somehow give him the rights to do this without remembering? What is going on? I was so confused. And at the end it said "A Film by Shia LeBeouf." I went and got my copy of the book, it was in this anthology that Zadie Smith edited called The Book of Other People. It was just a very short vignette. And I read along and rewatched the film... same shots, exact same wording, except my character's name is Justin Damiano and he changed it to Howard Cantour. As someone later pointed out, if you go on Fairfax Avenue in Hollywood, there's Canter's Deli and next door is Damiano [Mr. Pizza]. So he couldn't even, you know, leave the block, [laughs] in terms of making up his own thing. But word for word, otherwise. So I was just in a confused panic. What do I do? What's going on? And some magazine, I think it was Buzzfeed, reached out to me and asked what was going on, and I said... "Believe me, I have no idea what this is." And then all of a sudden I was getting calls from CNN, "Can you be on tomorrow morning?"

I was like, I don't want to be on CNN and talk about Shia LaBeouf. [Laughs] It was my worst nightmare.

#dan clowes #monica #fantagraphics books #shia labeouf

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johncerilli · 2 years

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It’s always a special day when I get to eat at the ever-outstanding @2ndAveDeli. That’s a a chef’s salad with #cornedbeef and #pastrami, pickles and slaw, hot dog with sauerkraut and onion rings. Everything was first rate! Always has been, always will be — THE BEST! #lunch #food #deli 🥗🌭🧅 (at Second Avenue Deli) https://www.instagram.com/p/CiyK9mIPWyJ/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#cornedbeef #pastrami #lunch #food #deli

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wikifoxnews · 2 years

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Who is Anthony Ibanez ( Suspected thief arrested for attempted r*pe of girl ) Wiki, Bio, Age, Crime, Arrest, Incident Details, Investigations and More Facts

Anthony Ibanez Biography Anthony Ibanez Wiki

A creep who was released without bail after Manhattan prosecutors downgraded his robbery charges was arrested again months later for attempting to r*pe a 15-year-old girl in a horrific attack in the Bronx, sources said Thursday.

Anthony Ibanez, 32, allegedly pushed the girl to the ground in Parkchester around 2.40am on Wednesday, s*xually molested her and then made a chilling threat: "I'll take you to a quiet place and fuck you," according to the criminal complaint against. he. Sources said a Good Samaritan intervened and stopped the attack, and Ibanez - who was brutalized by the unknown hero - then reportedly traveled to the 43rd Precinct and claimed he had been attacked. But police recognized him from a description of the teenager and arrested him for attempted r*pe, the sources say. Suspected thief arrested for attempted r*pe of girl, 15, weeks after Bragg reduced charges https://t.co/qI5KQJGu3m via @nypmetro — Mark Proctor (@dealedr7) August 25, 2022 At the time of the horrific attack, Ibanez was off bail in a three-month case in which he allegedly robbed a Hell's Kitchen grocery store with a Taser-wielding accomplice. He was arrested May 25 after he and his partner stole a tip jar and other items from the Plaza Gourmet Deli on Ninth Avenue near West 43rd Street, according to the criminal complaint in the case. Jason Clark, 22, is said to have fired the stun gun as someone tried to stop Ibanez from running out of the store with the items, the court document said.

First-degree robbery

Police charged Ibanez with first-degree robbery with a dangerous tool, a crime that would have been eligible for bail under New York State's criminal justice reforms. However, prosecutors for the Alvin Bragg District Attorney's Office downgraded those charges to unsecured charges of petty theft, second-degree threats, criminal firearm possession and criminal possession of stolen property. The alleged thief was released on his own responsibility with a preliminary precautionary order issued against him by a Manhattan judge the day after his arrest, sources said. He had a previous marijuana arrest a decade ago but no precedent in the state, the sources say. "We make charging decisions based on the facts and circumstances of each case that are consistent with the law," Doug Cohen, a spokesman for the prosecutor's office, said in a statement. "As per court records, Mr. Ibanez was not in possession of a gun and allegedly stole approximately $7." Ibanez was arrested again on July 15 after fleeing a 7-Eleven in Lower Manhattan with about $50 worth of items, sources say. He was reportedly carrying a hammer and knife when he was arrested - and 1st Precinct police released him with a petty theft fine, the sources said. But he never showed up for the court date he was due, and although a warrant was issued on August 4, sources said he remained free to attack the teenager early Wednesday. Ibanez is accused of molesting the girl outside her Westchester Avenue apartment while she was using her phone to look for her AirPods, sources said. After the monster pushed her to the ground, the monster allegedly s*xually abused the teen and then covered her mouth with his hand as he made his creepy threat, according to court records. Her bail was set at $150,000 by a Bronx judge during her subpoena for attempted r*pe and s*xual abuse Thursday morning. There was no reply to a number provided for Ibanez's attorney at the Legal Aid Society. He is expected to return to court in the Bronx on Monday, while his next appearance in the Manhattan case is scheduled for Friday. Read the full article

#ALVINBRAGG #ANTHONYIBANEZ #ARRESTS #BAIL #MANHATTAN #robberies #THEBRONX

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tchamber236 · 2 years

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Second Avenue Deli

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mommydearestella · 10 months

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Sex in my guest apartment a few years ago.

I wonder if my cousin Gregory Katz was in my guest apartment in back of my former home? I heard he and David were. If true I have no idea how he or David Kaufman could have gotten in or if they even knew it was my property.

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newyorkthegoldenage · 3 years

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In the early morning, Max rushes in the bagels to a deli on Second Avenue for the breakfast customers, ca. 1940.

Photo: Weegee via Pictolic

#New York #NYC #vintage NY #Weegee #1940s #bagels #restaurant #breakfast #deli #delicatessan

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newtonsheffield · 2 years

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THANK YOU THANK YOU FOR ACUPOP it was an amazing journey!!!! As a last gift from this universe (or maybe not last I hope) could we see those terrible mums for Neddy’s school meeting Anthony?

Thank you for reading it!

Now @sradepotter was also interested in these two getting their comeuppance! So let’s do it!

Kate had known from the very first second she took Edmund to Kindergarten, taken a look around and realised she was the youngest Mum by nearly ten years what everyone would say about her. She had heard it outside of school even, that she had been irresponsible and reckless and careless, and that’s how she’d come to have a five year old before her mid twenties. She’d heard it all, every iteration of Well you should have kept your legs shut under the sun. As though the fact that she’d fallen in love so young was something to be deeply ashamed of. As though she should have been riddled with guilt that she’d wanted so badly to keep a tiny piece of the man who’d never loved her the way she’d loved him. And she wasn’t ashamed of Edmund, who grew more and more beautiful every single day. But when she heard the mother’s talking about her, right where Edmund could hear them, she felt it, just a little.

Nearly everyone expressed surprise when she introduced herself as Edmund’s Mum but Justine and Crystal had been worst than most. Always ready with a snide remark, about her, or Edmund, or Oh dear, no Date again Kate? And after a while it had grated on her. She dreaded seeing them, met Edmund outside the deli a block away after school just to avoid wanting to scream Stop making me ashamed of who I am! I’m proud of my son. And over the years, without her saying anything, rumours had perpetuated about who Edmund’s father was.

She’d been in college and he’d been her married professor.

Her high school sweetheart who’d joined the military and died.

He was a drug addict.

He’d been a…client.

And she never said anything, just said “Edmund’s father’s not in the picture at the moment.” And still the rumours swirled.

There was an odd sort of rightness to it, Kate would think afterwards, after the smugness had settled down, in seeing them, in her last two Weeks in New York, strolling down fifth avenue, Edmund walking backwards, his eyes bright as he pointed something out to Anthony, Kate’s hand held tightly in his, the ring Anthony had given her burning on her hand, Edmund had walked right into them and skate could have groaned.

He spun around his eyes wide, “I’m So-! Oh! Mrs Jefferson, Mrs Clarke hello!” Held finished, smiling politely, just as he always did. And just as they always did, their eyes slid right past him, landing with a sneer on Kate.

“Kate! Hello, not your usual haunt! It must have taken you so long to get here on the train.” Justine smirked, her eyes flicking curiously over Anthony who had stiffened at the tone, sensing the tension immediately, his eyes narrowing.

“Oh and who’s this?” Crystal said gesturing to Anthony.

Kate took a deep breath opening her mouth but Edmund beat her too it, his chest puffing proudly, his hand on Anthony’s arm. “This is my Dad.”

Justine is eyes were still raking a little hungrily over Anthony, who was staring back a little coldly. Justine laughed, “Oh bless him, Edmund darling he’s your stepfather not your father.” She turned back to Kate, “I had no idea you’d gotten married.”

Kate’s stomach lurched, fumbling for words, her cheeks burning, as Edmund took a step back in surprise, pressed right against Anthony’s chest.

Anthony cleared his throat, “Anthony, viscount Bridgerton.” His tone sounded polite enough, if a little grandiose, clearly he was trying to intimidate them, but he didn’t offer them his hand, his eyes stone cold. “And we have always been married.”

“Viscount Bridgerton?” Crystal said a little stupidly, her brow furrowing. “Married?”

“We got married shortly before I fell pregnant with Edmund.” Kate finally managed to splutter out, feeling a little bolder with Anthony’s arm around her waist, his lips pressed against her temple.

“So all this time you’ve been…?” Justine was clearly struggling as much as her friend.

“Married to me, yes.” Anthony said a little bluntly, his hand resting on Edmund’s shoulder. “I’m afraid I had some… extenuating circumstances that kept me from my family, though we’ll be returning to London shortly.”

Silence fell over their little group, something oddly like victory blossoming in Kate’s chest. “Yes, I’m afraid British parliament’s quite busy this time of year.”

Let them do with that what they would. Not a lot given the way they were still staring between them wildly.

“I don’t-” Crystal started, but Kate didn’t give her any time to think.

“I’m afraid we can’t really stay, ladies, We’re headed to lunch.”

Kate moved past them steering Edmund by the shoulders, but Anthony stayed rooted in place, his eyebrow raised, “one more thing before we do leave you. Edmund is my son, Kate is my wife, and I love both of them very much. And you can tell the same to whatever gaggle of people you’re desperate to run back to.” And then with a very polite smile on his face he said, “have a lovely afternoon!”

Stepping around them, leaving them craning over their shoulders, and Kate couldn’t help herself from pulling him into a slightly demonstrative kiss

#a crumpled up piece of paper #kathony #anthony x kate #anthony bridgerton #kate sheffield #kate sharma #molly’s asks and answers

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kojinnie · 3 years

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In the fifteen days of your absence

Pairing: Reader x Reiner Braun

Tags/Warning: deep angst in the end

Summary: Reiner wanted to leave you, but you chose to leave him first.

Word Count: 1.5K

A/N: Written half-drunk at 4 AM. Very unstructured piece that I wrote in a whim. Just me being overwhelmed with emotion. So please, bare with me.

There is a prolonged misery in the way Reiner Braun saw the world, in a rather apocalyptic outlook which made wariness became a permanent figure throughout the course of his life, he couldn't help but to incessantly ponder on his role in the world. Every day, every waking moment in his short, miserable life. Like it was an urgency that he had to find answer to immediately.

"What was I destined to be?" was the question he pondered every morning. He had grown to believe that everyone was made for single, destined role and he was on an never-ending quest to find his. You often thought, what was it that drove the man into the verge of such desperation to find an answer? "Doesn't that depend on what you choose to do every day?" you once asked, as the two of you laid naked on your bed. He didn't utter a word afterward, but he knew your answer-slash-question wasn’t up to his appetite for philosophical discourse. He just rolled over away from you and succumbed into silence until the next morning when he left your apartment without saying goodbye. Even in the path where he left, you could sense he left with utter disappointment towards you.

He didn't reach out to you after his shift. Nor did he send the customary good morning text that had grown to be habitual rather than a display of affection over the past three years you had been with him. You waited patiently until the night came, yet still there was no sign of him. That night, you slept anxiously, jolting out of drowsiness each time your phone buzzed, only to find that it was just a typhoon warning. You didn’t care, all you wanted to know was how Reiner was.

The next morning, out of fright of somewhat the expected disappointment, the first thing you did in the morning was shoving your phone underneath your pillow, as you got ready for work. You didn’t want to have your heart shattered by the non-existing message or missed calls from Reiner. That was the least you could do to refrain having an anxiety attack an hour away before your shift started.

At lunch, your Japanese bento tasted bland. And the words of your manager rung into your eardrums like a mere inconvenience. You had grown antsy by that point, and you had not checked your phone since the morning. You continued to torture yourself by putting your phone on Airplane Mode. You couldn’t bear having each minute neurotically checking your phone to see whether Reiner had texted your or not.

By the third day, you caved in. You finally operated your phone because you had to call your grocer for a weekly delivery. When things were okay, Reiner would come by and walk with you to the nearby deli. He would buy three bottles of his favorite ranch, one that he would store at your house, one at his mum’s, and one for his own storage at home. But now that he was off the grid, you didn’t feel like leaving your apartment and opted for a delivery instead. The courier was grim, didn’t say thank you even after a rather generous tip. He was listening to Happy Days Are Here Again, the melodious tunes seeped through his headphone. What an odd irony, you thought to yourself as you closed the door on him.

There was a sickening anticipation as you waited for your phone to load, and when the homepage popped open you felt nausea looming as you found no sign of Reiner neither in your inbox nor your call log.

You had grown accustomed to the anxiety of being with Reiner. As if being nauseous, with your heart thumping all night, wondering his whereabout, is the default state that came with dating the man with those sorrowful eyes.

Reiner Braun. That man.

He had affinity for leaving in the quietest fashion, putting you in the dark over what went wrong. Beating yourself up for his departure. Sometimes it would be because of the little thing you said mindlessly, or the way Reiner felt like he had been treated by you in a way that he regarded as distasteful. But he never told you about it, he would just disappear into the thin air and let you succumbed into your own misery in the complete absence of him, until you came to your sense into what wrongdoing you might have committed.

Yet, despite knowing his playbook already, still you were the willing victim, “Reiner, I’m sorry. Please, forgive me.” Were the words he would be waiting from you.

“Do you love me still?” once Reiner asked, when the two of you were soaked underneath the summer rain because Reiner forgot to bring the umbrella although you had reminded him numerous times before stepping out of the apartment. You thought the question was a misfit given the circumstances, but he looked dead serious as he wiped his eyes from drips of the water that drenched the two of you.

“Yes. I do.” You said, to which he nodded with no smile.

For the longest time you wondered what did he mean by that? Until you realized too late, that he was so scared of being left, that his question was his desperate way to commit you into forgiving him after a small mistake he had done. Later, you were bed-ridden from the cold you got after being drenched for hours, and he asked you again, “Do you love me?” You had no other choice but to plant a deep kiss on his soft, thin lips as an answer. A display of forgiveness he was yearning for.

Reiner’s absence persisted like the growing pain he caused within you that was only becoming more gaping as days go by. When fifteen days had passed, your friends started to chirp, ‘Why don’t you just come to his house?’; ‘But you have tried calling him right?’. You couldn’t quite explain the strange way you understood Reiner, in silence, in certain distance, in mutual recognition of each other’s disdain.

You knew he had blocked your caller ID, and how should you tell your friends that you never went to his home more than once before? Because you could feel the palpable reluctance in him as once, years ago, you insisted to drive him home. “In certain distance, did our love find no resistance,” he once declared.

In resistance did our hearts bound with happenstance,

and in happenstance did we end in desistance.

Reiner. Reiner. Reiner. You thought of him relentlessly. Was it only a happenstance that you uttered the wrong choice of words as he asked for validation of his role in life? What was it that he wanted to hear from you anyway? Maybe: ‘You are destined for something big, Reiner.’ Did the happenstance finally led him to desist from further effort in loving you?

The thought persisted when you walked down the street that night, out for a beer on your own. As you passed through the lonely buildings of your neighborhood, the reminiscing of his form made your thoughts murky, as you crossed the avenue in scurry, with your gaze that had gone blurry.

You couldn’t make out of it, but a very loud noise suddenly deafened your ear and you could feel your body tossed into the air and fell into a hard surface. You could feel nothing as you slipped into the abyss of nothingness. Was it the sound of Reiner calling for you finally?

“Do you love me?” you heard a voice. A deep, sad voice coming from a mouth of a man with sorrowful eyes.

“Yes, I do.” you answered. But still he asked, “Do you love me?”

And he asked again, “Do you love me?” and again, and again, no matter how much you have answered, “Yes, I do, Reiner. Yes, I do.” still he asked the same thing, “Do you love me?”

You didn’t know where you were, you could hardly see the man that you had loved with your demure heart, despite the desolation of his heart. You could only hear his voice, calling out for you like you wished he had been in those fifteen days of his absence.

“Reiner,” someone said, a kindly voice of mature wisdom. She sounded a lot like your mum, “let her go.”

“I can’t,” he refused, his voice broke in despair, “not until she answers me.”

“Baby, do you love me? Do you love me?”

You shouted with all your might, “I do, Reiner! I do!”

Yet he heard no words. He held you close in his cradle, yet still he knew you were slipping away. Underneath the bright lights of an ER did your body lay cold. Reiner had came late after he was told, “She got hit by an eight-wheeler,” a colleague told him over the phone. Even then, Reiner knew he had lost you, but still he wished for the last chance to make amend. It was true he contemplated to leave you, but never did he expect he’d be given no second chance to atone.

In his cradle, you finally went away. Underneath his tears, your face drenched once again. In the agonizing realization did Reiner find himself, drowned in his regret on how he had chosen to spend the last fifteen days he would ever have with you.

#reiner braun #reiner x reader #reiner angst #attack on titan reiner #aot reiner #snk reiner #attack on titan fanfiction #reiner braun angst

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Bruce Goes To The Market!

knife tw, food cw, incredibly dumb self-indulgent concept cw, outsider (oc) pov

It is universally acknowledged that a cashier possessing free time, will be in want of an extra task to fill that free time. At least, that’s what James’ managers seemed to think. Privately, he agreed, as he found restocking the shelves to be a most agreeable pastime, one that could in fact suck up hours of his eight hour closing shift.

He was in the soda aisle, debating whether sparkling water belonged with seltzer or with the rest of the store brand items, when he noticed a broad-shouldered man in sunglasses and a Gotham University sweatshirt, inspecting the selection of diet tonic water and looking utterly flummoxed. Customer in need of assistance!

“Hi, how are you doing tonight? You need help finding anything?” Mentally, James winced at the preppy-ness of his ‘customer service robot voice’ as his favorite coworker Stephie liked to call it. Luckily, he’d thrown his voice out enough screaming to Queen karaoke the night before that his voice stayed in the normal octaves rather than shooting into the stratosphere. The man straightened up and looked down towards James, who suddenly felt very short in all of his 5’9” glory. (Well, 5’8 3/4” but who’s counting.)

“Yes, actually. I’m new to the store, could you direct me to where the soap is?” Oh god. Of all the things it had to be the one item James swore was never in the same aisle twice.

“Of course!” He lied through his teeth. “Here, right this way.” Turning, he set off towards the general direction of where the soap tended to lie, with a variation of four different aisles. Luckily, the first aisle was correct, and he watched, intrigued, as the customer gave a thorough inspection to at least 14 different bars of soap. “Anything else I can help you with?” He added, as the man finally selected a bar and placed it in his basket. The man looked sheepish.

“This is actually the first time I’ve been in a grocery store. I’m not usually the one doing the shopping. My—the person I live with gave me a list, but I honestly don’t know where or even what half of these things are.” He held out a grocery list, scrawled in an elegant cursive. It was double-sided. James checked the front of the store, where the other cashier was engrossed in his phone while trying not to appear engrossed in his phone. It was an hour and a half until they closed, and he was pretty sure there was only one other customer in the store at most.

“Sure! Alright, so our first step should probably be to hit the deli, seeing as they have the longest wait times.” After walking the man through ordering Roast Beef, Prosciutto, Pastrami, Swiss, Havarti, Gouda, and Picante Provolone (what) they moved on to the canned goods. “We should probably grab a cart, I don’t think that basket’s going to be able to hold all of this.” Turning into the canned goods aisle, James sighed.

“Caution: Hazard Detected! Precaución, ¡Peligro Detectado!” The store’s resident useless robot assistant was stuck in place, screaming at a small bit of an onion peel that had fallen to the floor.

“Batsy, I swear to god.” James went over and kicked the peel under one of the shelves, pressing the button on the robot to reboot it.

“...Batsy?” The customer sounded somewhere between bemused and amused. Perhaps just ‘mused.

“Yeah, it’s our obtuse robot that only sees what’s right in front of it and makes a big fuss over literally nothing. It can’t even clean anything up, and the few moments there actually is a spill it just skids through it and makes it worse. Technically corporate calls it Patsy, short for Patrick, because we’re Patrick’s, you know? But since this is Gotham, we call it Batsy. Short for... Batrick. I’m not the one who came up with the name, that honor goes to my coworker Stephie. She’s, uh, not working tonight.” James internally began banging his head against the shelves. Why. Was. He. Like. This. “So, do you know what brand of chickpeas your... roommate wanted?”

/ / /

Finally, after another 45 minutes of shopping, they were ready to check out. James noticed the shift had changed while he was away. “Alright, so I can actually take you at this register over here, ‘cuz I’m still logged in and all.” He gulped as the customer began to load up onto the belt. This was... a lot of food. He’d scanned around a quarter when he officially ran out of room, turning to bagging instead. “Let’s get you another cart, actually, so we can load into that without squishing what you haven’t unpacked yet.” He moved to go grab one, but the customer was faster, jogging back with another cart before he could even finish bagging all the protein shakes. There were, admittedly, a lot of protein shakes.

Scanning the meat-substitutes, James scanned his own mind for an avenue of conversation. “So, you mentioned that it’s your son who’s the vegetarian. How old is he?”

“He’s 13. It’s not religious or health-wise or anything, he just really loves animals. Our house is practically a zoo on a good day, and that’s not even counting all his siblings.”

“Oh, how many kids do you have?” It had to be a fair amount for it to be ‘all’ his siblings. The customer opened his mouth as if to answer, then shut it again. He seemed to be thinking. Did he... not know how many kids he had??

“Legally I have... fffffour? Five? Yeah... that sounds right.” James tried to hide the bewildered expression in his own face, but he must not have been doing it well. “That makes me sound like such a bad father. No, I promise, I love them all, I just have quite a few of their friends living with us as well, and I’ve known those kids long enough to feel like they’re my kids too. Not to mention the whole difference between the ones I’ve adopted, the one who was my ward who I then retroactively adopted, the one I’m fostering, and the one who is legally an emancipated minor. And... the one who. Is no longer with us.” James blinked. That was indeed complicated.

“You must have a lot of love in your heart,” he settled on, finally.

“I just h— Oh, #%*$.” The blueberry container had burst open, all over the floor. James internally groaned.

“Oh no! Sorry about that, that’s the third one tonight. The packaging is just... not great. Do you want me to go get you another one?”

“No, I can get it. Thanks though.” The customer gingerly stepped through the minefield as James power walked to go get the clean up supplies. Six feet away, Batsy was screaming at a blueberry.

“Eat your heart out, Mister Miyagi,” he aimed a light roundhouse kick at the button to reboot the robot. Batsy got two feet before it encountered another world-ending-threat, danger level blueberry. James sighed and went to go clear that area first.

/ / /

Finally, almost everything was scanned. James was scanning the bread and rolls as the customer fit all the bags into the two carts, like an expert game of tetris. There were a few hiccups where James had had to explain that you probably shouldn’t bag Raid with milk, or that it was a good idea to double bag heavy items, or that you should wait until the end to put the eggs in (and there were a lot of eggs. Gaston-levels of eggs. Probably to be expected with that many kids in the house. Hah. eggs-pected.) But by the end they were working like a well-oiled machine. James bagged the last item, hit the button to total it, and watched as the customer realized he forgot his deli items.

“I’m just gonna— gonna run and go get those real quick. Is that okay?”

“Yeah, sure. Can you fill out the charity question real quick though? Th...thanks.” The customer was gone before James could question him on the fact that he’d used the custom amount option to apparently donate $1k to Gotham General’s children’s ward. It was... probably a mistake, but he’d wait around to check. He turned as he heard the beginnings of a commotion behind him, from the one other customer in the store. This guy’s whole aesthetic just screamed gross, from the white-boy dreads to the Blue Lives Matter gaiter mask. It looked as if he was having trouble at self-checkout. James was about to head over to help when his coworker passed him. He turned back to keep an eye on the clock. 10 minutes until closing. Please come back with the deli items soon. He heard an aggressive murmuring that sent chills up his spine, a distinct feeling of Not Right Bad. He turned back to where his coworker was engaged with helping the other customer. His coworker who was... very pale. Frightened. The customer whose hand glinted silver with... oh #%*$, that’s a knife. Not Good Very Bad... oh hell no, you are not hurting my coworker on my watch.

“HEY #%$&FACE, EAT BEANS!” As the aggressive customer turned to meet the container of garbanzo beans that was currently hurtling towards his face at the maximum speed a theatre-kid-who-never-did-sports could throw, the world seemed to throw down. Faintly, James could hear rational thoughts pounding at the door to his mind, begging to be let in. Thoughts like ‘They’re definitely going to fire you for attacking a customer’ and ‘They’re definitely going to fire you for cursing in front of a customer’ and ‘They’re definitely going to fire you for damaging the merchandise’ and ‘You can’t even throw a ball to save your life, there’s no way that’s going to hit him.’ Praying to Freddie Mercury, Elton John, and all other things holy, James watched as the beans sailed through the air and struck their target true— albeit a little lower than planned.”

Grossface automatically brought his hands down to protect his nethers, apparently forgetting that their was a knife in his hands. He let out a second agonized howl as he stabbed himself in the balls. Blindly, James groped around for more ammunition. Holding out a zucchini as threateningly as he could, he watched as the would-be aggressor ran out of the store as fast as he could with both hands clasping his junk. “Are you okay?” He asked his coworker, feeling his voice echo through the suddenly very-quiet-sounding store. She nodded mutely. He nodded back, then turned back to his register and oH shit there’s His Customer, holding the deli items.

“Nice shot.” Okay, this time he definitely sounded amused.

“I... am so sorry about the beans, I can get you a refund on those or I can go get you some more or—”

“No need, they definitely went to a good cause.” The customer grinned and held out the deli items. Faintly, James began to wrestle with the bag to get to the barcodes. Finally, everything was scanned, for good.

“Alright, will that be everything?” The clock read two minutes until closing.

“Yes, that should be everything. Again, thank you for all your help.” James watched as even with the membership points taken off, the total soared to over $750.

“Alright, your total is... $754.33, here’s some coupons and a survey slip. If you fill that out you get entered for a drawing to win a $500 gift card. Which... I don’t know that you’d need, but. Why not.” The customer reached into his wallet and counted out 5 $100 bills. Then he pulled out a black card. He paid off the total with the card, then handed the bills to James.

“Here you go, I wasn’t sure how much you tip cashiers.” James opened and closed his mouth a few times, like a fish.

“People don’t normally... tip cashiers...” and especially not HUNDREDS OF DOLLARS.

“Oh. Well, you were a good cashier. You deserve it. And here—” at this he pulled a crisp business card out of his wallet. “At Wayne Enterprises we could use quick-thinkers like you.” Pulling down his sunglasses, he gave a quick wink. James waved absentmindedly as BRUCE #%*$ING WAYNE walked out of the store. He looked down at the business card. Written upon it were the words: “Call here for an interview, mention Malone and they’ll know I sent you. Best of luck with the current job— BW”

James sat down. The clock was 10 minutes past closing before he remembered to look at it. There were a million thoughts running through his head. Oh my god I joked around to a billionaire. I cursed in front of a billionaire. I chucked a can of beans into a man’s nutsack in front of a billionaire.

But oddly enough, the only question that remained at the top of his mind was this:

This is because I have black hair and blue eyes, isn’t it.

#batfam #batman #bruce wayne #crack fic babey #my writing #written over the course of 2 hours following an 8 hour shift #shameless self-insert time

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clandestine (chapter 6)

PAIRING: Tom Holland x fem!Reader

SUMMARY: Y/N is an up and coming actress, married to a once hotshot actor, Harrison (Haz). What happens when her co-star, Tom, makes her realise that she is stuck in a loveless marriage. A marriage starts crumbling and a new romance stars brewing.

chapter 6: beautiful songs always end

A/N: i do not encourage cheating. i hope you guys like this chapter!! we are so near to the end. only one chapter left!!! feedback is always appreciated. thanks for reading <3

warnings: drinking, cursing, mention of pregnancy and miscarriage

word count: 1.8k

important: bold and italic are character thoughts

series masterlist main masterlist chapter 5 chapter 7

It was the first Monday of September, the beginning of an eleven-day affair, that is, TIFF. The air was slightly chilly in Toronto but full of possibilities. It was Y/N’s first time at a major film festival. Her film was to screen on the second day. The main cast and the director were invited to MTV’s opening night party. Just an ordinary girl between Hollywood’s A-listers, saying she was intimidated, was the understatement of the year.

The party was at a downtown bar. All her friends had left her alone, well, the other two people who were attending the festivities with her. The only place she could find to calm her nerves was the bar.

Two old fashions will do the trick.

She ordered both of them together, saving her the time. She was about to finish her first drink when she picked up her second, with the first glass still on her lips. Her eyes were shut with the pleasure of a burn in her throat by the whiskey.

“Easy tiger”, a grinning Harrison said, standing by her side, resting his arm on the bar counter.

She laughed in her glass, Y/N opened her eyes to see who said it.

“Oh my god, you’re Harrison. I watched your movie today, it was so good”

His ocean blue eyes really pop in that navy shirt.

His grin turned into an unadulterated smile filling his face, his cheeks turning red from the compliment. “Thanks”

Y/N picked her drink number two again, “and you might be?” Haz asked.

“I’m Y/N, enchanté”, she raised her hand to meet his.

“Are you here with a movie too?” He seemed genuinely interested.

“Yeah, I’m the lead in a little indie movie called ‘Midnight Love’”, she pinched the air, a gesture to show how small the movie was.

“No way! When can I catch it?” his excitement was noted.

“It’s screening some time tomorrow morning I guess, I’m not sure”

“Can I give you my number so that you could text me with the time of the screening? I would love to see it”

“Yeah sure”, she handed him her phone.

---

Someone had clicked a photo of Haz and Y/N kissing at Washington Square Park, and had uploaded it on the internet. Nobody really knew who Y/N was, so they dubbed her as the ‘heart throb stealer’. Haz didn’t truly realize the gravity of the situation, the situation being a toy for the media, dating a seemingly normal girl from New York.

Haz had an early call time, so he left Y/N’s apartment before she even woke up, stopping at a deli near her flat in Sunnyside, Queens. When he came out with his breakfast, he noticed that the day started early for New Yorkers too, especially those who considered selling pictures of celebrities as honest work. They were hounding for his flesh.

Maybe I should go back to Y/N’s so that they would leave me alone. No. I can’t go there, they will get to know where she lives. I can’t let her live like me, locked in a golden cage.

Later that day, Haz came around Y/N’s place in the evening. He had planned on a quick ‘get in and go’. He even had a whole speech prepared. She opened up the door. Y/N was in her sleeping shorts and a bra, with a spoon in her mouth. She was clearly not expecting any visitors.

Man, why does she always look this perfect.

Before Y/N could say anything, Haz started his speech by clearing his throat.

“Y/N, I think we should break up and before you say anything, hear me out. I live in the public eye and the opinions of people have locked me in a bird cage. I am alone in here and that is fine with me, but you dating me will be your one way ticket inside this circus. You live a normal life, you are so grounded, and you get me back to earth whenever I’m on Saturn. I love you for that, but I can’t give you the peace you deserve to live a happy, healthy life. I don’t want you ever regretting us in the future so, it is for the best that we draw all our cards”, Haz said that all while still standing in her door frame.

“No”, she turned on her heel and walked towards her melting ice cream, leaving the door open for him.

“What do you mean ‘no’?” he finally entered the house and followed her.

“Are you insane? I’m not going to fucking leave you because of some stupid bird cage you live in. There’s nothing in this world that could stop me from loving you, ever”

---

It was late at night, Y/N and Haz were lying on their new bed, exhausted from a hard weekend of labour. Moving in was no joke. Only their bedside lights were on along with Y/N’s salt lamp which she had brought from her apartment. She was reading ‘The Picture of Dorian Gray’. Haz was making circles on Y/N’s stomach.

“You are distracting me”, Y/N spoke softly.

“Oh, am I now?” Haz started tickling her around her stomach.

“Harrison. Stop. Please”, she said between giggles.

“Never darling”, he travelled up to her neck.

She tried to catch his fingers with her chin, “what do you want from me?”

He stopped. Haz placed his hands on her shoulder to calm her down, locking his eye with her he said, “I want to wake up to you every morning and fall asleep to you every night”

“Well you can do that now”

“I want to do that every day for the rest of my life. Marry me, Y/N.”

---

Y/N was walking down 5th avenue, unaware of a photographer following her across the street. She rang her mother to tell her all the new developments in her life.

“Hello?” her mother answered the phone.

“Hi mum, how are you?”

“Oh hi Y/N! I’m doing fine, what about you?”

“I need to tell you something”

“What is it darling?” Y/N could hear her father in the background asking her mum whether it was Y/N she was talking to.

“Put the phone on speaker, I want to talk to you and papa both”

“Okay”, before heading underground for the subway, Y/N stopped at a small café to finish the conversation.

“Are you both here?” They hummed a yes.

Y/N took a deep breath, “I’m getting married to Harrison”

“What!?” both of them exclaimed.

“Honey you are too young to get married”, her mum said.

“If I’m old enough to do my own taxes, then I’m old enough to take this decision on my own”

“Kid, I just want to give you one piece of advice, I don’t think you should announce your engagement to the world just yet, you both haven’t been dating long enough and they already call you a gold digger”, her dad said.

“Where did you hear that?”

“On the internet”

“Dad, you shouldn’t be Google-ing your child. The internet only feeds you poison. And, lucky for you, we haven’t yet decided when to announce it”

---

Haz was stirring the sauce in the pan, next to the pot of boiling pasta. Y/N was sitting on the kitchen floor, with her back using the cabinets for support, reading a script.

“Babe, can you pass me the salt?”

Y/N carefully got up and opened the spice drawer. “There you go”

“Thanks” he took the glass jar of salt from her.

“We should watch ‘A Quiet Place’ tonight,” Haz suggested.

“No. we are going to watch ‘Letters to Juliette’.”

“Y/N, we have seen that movie a hundred times”

“Well make it hundred and one because we are watching it again, tonight”

“Why do you get to choose the movie?”

“Because I’m the pregnant wife here, Haz”, she got on her tippy toes to kiss his forehead.

---

“I want a divorce”, she whispered, loud enough to be heard.

“What?” he looked up at her with the most polarizing gaze.

He heard her. She knew that. She refused to repeat it, she thought if she did, he would win, in some weird way he would win the fiercest fight of their marriage.

“Is this what you do every night when you are not at home, with me? Stay out and drink your pettiness away?” Y/N said, pulling her hair down.

“Is this what you do every night when I’m not home, go to fancy shit with him?”

“Do not bring him into this”, she was stern.

“Come on, say it. Say his name. Say that you are in love with him”, he was poaching her.

“Fine. I love Tom, more than I ever loved you. But this is not about him. He has nothing to do with this sinking ship.” The claws were out.

“Oh honey, you punched the hole. You hurt me”, a mad man said. “You mean to say that you fucking him has nothing to do with us?”

“You should be more hurt that I had a good laugh with him”

She took the dagger out of his back and plunged it straight into his heart. He said nothing. Bleeding out on the floor, no whimpers were whispered.

“When you lost the kid, I was there for you. I took care of you” he said softly.

“Did you ever stop to ask me whether I wanted this kid or not?”

He looked at her confusingly.

“When I lost our child, I was honestly relieved”, she sat down on the floor opposite to him. “I was not ready for it but you were so joyous that I couldn’t say anything. I realized that I was so toxically in love with you, that I was ready to grow a piece of you in me, that I wanted to lose. Our love that seemed so healthy was just in shambles.”

Tears were streaming down both of their faces.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he moved forward and rubbed her knee.

“I just couldn’t” she said between sobs.

“And now you have to go. It’s okay. I get it.” He took her in his chest, letting Y/N cry her heart out.

“Hey, just like Passenger sang, ‘you’ll only know you love her if you let her go” he tried to be funny for her. And it worked. Y/N scuffed out air, a sad attempt to laugh.

“I will always care for you, Haz”, she looked him in the eyes, the stream of tears never stopping.

“I know”, a deep sigh heard. “I know, I know.” He said stroking her cheek.

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#tom holland #tom holland x reader #tom holland fanfiction #tom holland imagine #tom holland x actress!reader #tom holland smut #tom holland fluff #tom holland x you #tom holland x y/n #marvel #marvel fanfiction #harrison osterfeild x reader #harrison osterfield #spiderman x you #spiderman x reader #spiderman #spider man #spiderman x y/n #taylor swift

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