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cosmicanger · 2 years
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Michelle Blade at LOYAL
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the-vampire-queer · 4 months
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The Vampires Digital Media Poll: Round 1, Bracket 8
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What is Buffy the Vampire Slayer about?
Summary: "Sarah Michelle Gellar takes on the role of Buffy Summers in this TV version of "Buffy the Vampire Slayer," based on the film of the same title, which starred Kristy Swanson. Buffy is a Slayer, one in a long line of young women chosen for a specific mission: to seek out and destroy vampires, demons and other forces of darkness. Unlike her predecessors, Buffy establishes a group of supportive friends who aids her in her battles with evil, including Willow, Xander and Cordelia. Her battles with evil are frequent, since Sunnydale, where Buffy and friends live, sits atop a gateway to the realm of the demons." Source: Rotten Tomatoes
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Source: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Cast:
Sarah Michelle Gellar - Buffy Summers
Nicholas Brendon - Xander Harris
Alyson Hannigan - Willow Rosenberg
Anthony Head - Rupert Giles
Additional information: Before the show, there was a movie of the same name that takes place before it. There is a spin-off series titled Angel based on a character from the show by the same name.
What is Blade (1998-2004 movies) about?
Summary of first movie: "A half-mortal, half-immortal is out to avenge his mother's death and rid the world of vampires. The modern-day technologically advanced vampires he is going after are in search of his special blood type needed to summon an evil god who plays a key role in their plan to execute the human race." Source: Rotten Tomatoes
Summary of second movie: "Exploding from the pages of Marvel Comics comes the thrilling follow-up to the blockbuster "Blade." Half Man ... half vampire, and consumed by a desire to avenge the curse of his birth and save the human race from a blood-drenched Armageddon. In this newest action-packed adventure, Blade (Wesley Snipes) is forced to team up with the very vampires he hates in order to overcome a new type of monster which threatens to eradicate both races." Source: Rotten Tomatoes
Summary of third movie: "The war between humans and vampires continues, but the humans' best hope, human-vampire hybrid warrior Blade (Wesley Snipes), has been framed for countless murders, turning popular sentiment against him. The vampire leader responsible for Blade's bad publicity is Danica Talos (Parker Posey), who's determined to finally lead her bloodthirsty compatriots to victory. Now Blade must team up with a band of rogue vampire hunters (Ryan Reynolds, Jessica Biel) to save humanity." Source: Rotten Tomatoes
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Source: Blade
Cast:
Wesley Snipes - Blade
Stephan Dorff - Deacon Frost
Kris Kristofferson - Abraham Whistler
Additional information: These movies are based on the Marvel comics of the same name. There will be a continuation coming out in 2025.
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CTHULHU SWORD 
by Michele Marchionni
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starscelly · 1 year
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interviewing/harassing the baby star
ari@dal 3.1.23
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cinematic-literature · 11 months
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Blade Trinity (2004) by David S. Goyer
Book title: Requiem for a Vampire!
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This issue was published in April 1977. It was written by Marv Wolfman; Gene Colan was the penciler, Tom Palmer the inker and Michele Wolfman the colorist.
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There is Literally nothing I love more then good fight choreography performed by actors who are actually trained in martial arts. Nothing else hits that good!!!!
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bootyvert · 11 months
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Familiar Faces for Heavn by Marc Jacobs 💞✨
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darktweet · 1 year
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I am a 100% in love with Laura De Mille in this new season
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brbsavinggotham · 1 year
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here is my review of dungeons and dragons honor among thieves: yeah fucken nice!!!!!!
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angelspitofficial · 1 year
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NEW VIDEO: THE PLANETOID Ice Planet 9000 & Angelspit. Art by Walt Watts https://youtu.be/ZmxrgkDeOcY     
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wamnak · 1 year
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She came through town in the fall of 2019 for a festival and blew me away. Hopefully her band can make the trek across the Atlantic again…
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chellestrash · 2 years
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"I'm good with knives"?!?!?! HELLO?!!?
Homegirl you've been having out with frank a little too much I think 🤨
never too much frank!
also i am! i have a butterfly knife! i practice!
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matarifes · 2 years
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“Además de aquel replicante mítico de «Blade Runner», Rutger Hauer completó una galería de personajes memorables, desde sus inicios en Holanda con Paul Verhoeven, (y pasando por el caballero trágico de «Lady Halcón», víctima de una maldición que le impedía consumar su amor con Michelle Pfeiffer), hasta llegar al Andreas de «La leyenda del santo bebedor» (tal vez la mejor película religiosa jamás filmada, con permiso de Dreyer), un mendigo que, entre los estragos de las brumas etílicas, es visitado una y otra vez por el milagro. (...) Cuando le tocaba hacer de psicópata (pensemos, por ejemplo, en «Los señores del acero» o en «Carretera al infierno»), llenaba cada secuencia de una malignidad turbadora, carnal y ultraterrena a un tiempo. Pero también podía interpretar –como Ermanno Olmi entendió a la perfección— santos de incógnito, porque su rostro era capaz de expresar la «acción interior» del misterio. Rutger Hauer tenía siempre una presencia hipnótica, subrayada además por una voz aterciopelada, que se comía con patatas a todas las estrellitas que le ponían por delante.” Juan Manuel de Prada, ABC - 25/07/2019 
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SCI-FI MOVIES + “Would you like to dance with me?”
GUARDIANS OF THE GALAXY VOL. 2 (2017) dir. James Gunn THE NUTTY PROFESSOR (1996) dir. Tom Shadyac V FOR VENDETTA (2005) dir. James McTeigue EARTH GIRLS ARE EASY (1988) dir. Julien Temple BARB WIRE (1996) dir. David Hogan BLADE RUNNER 2049 (2017) dir. Denis Villeneuve ETERNAL SUNSHINE OF THE SPOTLESS MIND (2004) dir. Michel Gondry STARSHIP TROOPERS (1997) dir. Paul Verhoeven GATTACA (1997) dir. Andrew Niccol IN TIME (2011) dir. Andrew Niccol
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marwhoa · 8 months
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request: fem! reader, romantic, one shot. so the idea was the rise! boys (individual.) with a s/o who has thick unruly hair that curls after being wet. (like.. if their hair was at their shoulder blades it would curl to above their shoulder.. speaking from experience) the reader always straightens their hair bc they find the curls kind of ugly?? and in some turn of events the readers hair gets wet and curls in front of em and get all embarrassed but they are consoled or sumthin!! very fluffy idea and it's not super deep :^( soz!
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🝮 “ errand day ”
rise!boys x curly-haired!y/n
author’s note: no need to apologize, love :33 but wow this one took me a bit. I didn’t know if I wanted to do it cause I have straight hair, so this required investigation, interviewing, and research! Hopefully my findings resulted in a relatable read 😎 the request was for a fem!y/n, so there are some tidbits indicating feminine identity :))
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The schedule for today was nothing special, just a couple of errands and a visit to some oddball friends of yours. Going over the to-do list for today, you hummed under the warm water and scrubbed shampoo through each layer of your thick curls. Dread washed over you through fatigued arms, tired from hovering over your head and getting to work.
With a huff, you plopped conditioner into your hand, thudded the bottle down onto its shelf, and then worked the conditioner from the middle and end of your hair. How much easier would this whole thing be if your hair was straight—quicker, too. No need to walk through layers, ensuring each section got ample cleansing, just a simple touch and go. 15 minutes flat, and you’re out!
But no, here you were, having passed through more than enough songs in your shower playlist to constitute well over an hour.
“ What a bother.. ”
You mumbled, turning the nozzle for the shower straight to off and tugging down a shirt to scrunch your hair dry with. With a towel wrapped to dry the rest of you, you stepped out onto the bath mat, stared at the products, blow dryer, and straightener eagerly awaiting your daily routine, and felt your shoulders get even heavier.
Look at the bright side, surely you’ll grow muscles eventually from this, right? Having your arms up all the time, getting to work on such an unruly, mind-of-it’s-own head of hair?
Right?
After almost two hours of working your magic of taming the beast into straight, silky locks, you finally were released from that lab of a bathroom, ready to venture out and begin your errand run. First on the list, groceries! Your fridge was running pretty dry, and that just wouldn’t do, now would it?
┆ ── ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ — Mikey 💌
It wouldn’t truly be Mikey if you weren’t given periodical check-ups, messages asking how it’s going—and it definitely wouldn’t be Mikey if responding to these messages didn’t instantly open the door to any old conversation in the book.
♡ MICHEL
how successful is the grocery run
YOU
they were somehow out of bread? How is that even possible? The whole bread aisle, gone?
♡ MICHEL
ohhh…
ur not going to like this
[sent an image]
You gawked at your phone upon being sent a selfie stating your dearest, Mikey, and some sort of… giant loaf? Behind him?
YOU
Dang
Can you save me some bread off him?
♡ MICHEL
Gross
But tempting…
Maybe! ᗡᗡ:
You shook your head and pocketed your device, continuing to rummage through the aisles for the last items on your list. At least they have everything else. Unless some sort of “ Milk & Eggs ” monster intends to turn its head in your direction. With a cart full and a list fully crossed out, you went on forth to pay, bag, and head back to base to drop off the goods! Next on the list was going to b—
“ Y/N! ”
There was no chance to respond or even look before you were swept up in familiar arms. Grip tight on the plastic bags, a scream got caught in your throat as your eyes locked with Mikey’s. Why hadn’t he told you the battle closed in on where you were? Not a text or a call? He placed you down a couple streets later, flicking his nunchucks to return to the battlefield—but, not without planting a kiss on your cheek.
“ Sorry, didn’t want you to become toast! ”
With a wink, he shot off, and your hand dove for your phone to send a text.
Of course, that’s when you saw the incoming messages.
NOTIFICATIONS
You have four new messages!
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♡ MICHEL 1m ago
I SEE U, GOING 2 GET U K?
♡ MICHEL 3m ago
Aw man, Savers Saturday, look, Doughy’s made it … (expand message)
♡ MICHEL 4m ago
You’re at Anchor’s Market, aren’t you?
♡ MICHEL 4m ago
Are you on Fourth and Avenue?
… Alright, so maybe he won’t get chewed out. You laughed lightly, continuing home to drop off groceries when suddenly a blur zipped straight past you and completely drilled through the wall beside you. Stunned silent, you slowly followed its aim of trajection to see none other than “ ♡ Michel~ “ getting launched down Fourth street, taking parts of the street with him.
So much for not becoming toast, huh?
“ Mikey! ”
You rushed to his side after he hadn’t popped straight up like usual. He was a bit dazed, staring at the sky when you approached.
“ Whoa.. what a pretty Angel.. ”
“ Why you—shut up, you flirt, are you okay? ”
“ I am now.. ”
He groaned, taking your hand as you helped him up. Leaning against you for a second, he inhaled sharply then jumped up.
“ Alright, I’m ready! Oh, but you’re too close to the fight, Y/N, I should—“
You shushed him with your index against his lips, shaking your head then pointing at the rather large… behemoth… Breadhemoth? No? Okay.
“ I’ll be fine, just focus on thaaAAHH! ”
Your eyes trailed up to yet another projectile, this time zeroed in on Mikey, and he was quick to pull you close and turn with his back to the bullet.
With a heavy THUNK, the bread ammo bounced off his shell and managed to pulverize a fire hydrant right beside you both. Right as the water spouted out, the creature neared. Alongside it came Mikey’s brothers, whose attention zeroed in on the geyser shooting from the damaged hydrant.
“ Michael, you genius! ”
Shouted his brother, Donatello, as he gestured to the water. The brother in red, Raph, followed his point and nodded, slamming his fists together with a grin.
“ Right, water will make this big guy all soggy! ”
Just as they instantly went along with this plan, Mikey was a step away from joining before all his boyfriend senses shot off at once. Subtle sniffling reached his ears, and he was quick to whirl back around to make sure you hadn’t been hurt.
While physically intact, you were sopping wet, and it was then that his attention trailed straight to your hair.
“ St—Stop LOOKING, Mikey! ”
Your hands rose to feebly hide the growing lion’s mane, your straightened curls frizzing like an aggravated cat’s fur. All those hours of work, ruined by some run-of-the-mill New York trouble—and in front of your boyfriend of all people, who had yet to see your hair’s natural state. Before that sight, you expected disgust or, or insults—something! Anything, along the same caliber as you thought when you would see such thick curls in the mirror.
Instead, the opposite came. A soft voice and delicate touch, grasping for your wrists and gently bringing them away from your face. You flinched, jerking them back, but his motions remained. Soon, you relented and let him move your hands back to your sides.
“ Hey, Y/N, it’s okay. Did that scare you? ”
Picking up on what might’ve actually upset you, he danced around it, and you simply averted your gaze.
“ Your hair—“
“ Don’t. ”
“ No, it’s—I love it. ”
You stiffened, taken aback beyond belief. It was a reaction unlike any you had expected. Many people before him had less than savory words to say, like “ fix that rats nest before you go out! ” or “ wow, you’re not even going to try? ”, or even “ wow, bad hair day? ”.
Never love, though. He loved your hair? Even, even in such a sopping, frizzy state?
“ You’re fibbing.. ”
Your lips quivered into a pout, and inadvertently you tugged for your wrists to be free.
He let go, but only to wipe clear your rolling tears. Mikey leaned in to place a kiss on your forehead, tucking and brushing some unruly clumps of hair out of your face.
“ Of course I do, just look at it? There’s a bit of heat damage, but for the most part it’s so long and healthy! What’s not to love? You should wear it like this more, in fact! ”
With such a genuine, beaming smile, there was no doubt in your mind whether he was telling the truth or not. Through in and through out, he loved your hair..
Maybe..
Maybe you could learn to love it, too…?
┆ ── ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ — Raph 💌
Would it really be an errand run without Raph jumping to the opportunity to tag along in some way, shape, or form? Albeit out of the public eye, down winding roads with narry a soul in sight, Raph accompanied you on the trek to Silver Market. Partly to spend whatever time he could with you, partly to protect you from whatever threats lurked down New York streets—no matter the hour!—, and partly because he just didn’t fancy the idea of you carrying heavy groceries home alone.
Not like you minded any of these things. His time was always appreciated—so, you snuck a kiss on the cheek just before the Market’s street.
“ I’ll try to be quick, okay? ”
“ Take ya time, Y/N, ‘m in no rush. ”
He returned the kiss, stepping back to meld into the shadows in a way that never ceased to amaze you. … or scare, if even just a teensy bit, because how the hell?
But whatever, you turned on your heel and ducked into the air conditioned market to begin going down your list.
At the same time, Raph waited outside, watching the people pass by, none the wiser of his presence. His eyes trailed to the sky above, noting the diminishing sunlight. Odd, considering the hour, but as his eyes caught the darkened clouds, it made total sense. It must’ve been bad weather moving in.
Raph turned to the alley’s entrance, searching for you. As a smile crept on his dreamy, dazed expression, he couldn’t help but think of how much happier he was when you were brought up. Without fail, the thought of your cute li’l self brought smiles for days. And who would he be, if he didn’t fight to protect you?
See, he and his brothers used to fight for the sole purpose of protecting the New York people, but after meeting you?
Well, he couldn’t help but be driven to clear the streets of crime just so that you would have a safe place to be. Evil-doers should always beware of a hero with something to protect, because he would stop at nothing—
Nothing. He thought, watching you finally peek the corner and rush over, to ensure you stayed safe.
You trotted down the alley, looking every which way for him. Assumedly he would have stayed here, right? Unless something happened? You fished out your phone, two seconds from shooting out a text to get his attention when a shifting of shadows caught your eye. Of course, you smiled as your beloved hero stepped out with a toothy grin, you should have known he was staying there.
“ I finished! ”
“ Raph can tell. Let me help—“
He bent down, slipping the bags from your hand with ease, and purposely leaving you with the lightest one. You rolled your eyes playfully and began walking the way back. It wasn’t long before you noticed the dark overcast, not the distant rumbling as you looked over your shoulder towards its direction. It’s going to rain soon, you thought, twirling your straightened locks in your fingers.
“ Yer nervous. Scared o’thunder? ”
You shoved Raph away, laughing, as he neared you with that goofy grin of his.
“ You could say that. More like I just don’t want to get wet. ”
He nodded thoughtfully, picking up the slack.
“ Then let’s get movin’ ”
Despite the quickened pace, the rain was faster and eventually caught up with you both right before you reached the steps of your complex. Both of you rushed in, slamming the door behind you and breathing heavily from the sprint. Slouched over with your hands resting against your knees, you couldn’t help but notice the cascading locks that were curling up. Grocery bags thudding against the floor as your hands made quick work to push the hair behind you, out of your face in a feeble attempt to hide it behind you. As lighting illuminated the room, it’s loud KAKOOM echoing, Raph noticed your uncharacteristic quietness.
“ Y/N? ”
Raph rose to full height once he caught his breath, watching you with a confused look as your face flushed with embarrassment. Tears welled up and fell down your cheeks in large globs, immediately startling him.
“ Wh—! What’sa matter, Suga’? ”
Just as lightning flashed outside, Raph was right in front of you with his forearm resting against the door. Leaning down, his hand held your face delicately and wiped away the tears.
“ Is it the storm? ”
You shook your head, pushing him away. Realistically you could never move him, but of course he wouldn’t do anything to upset you, thus letting himself be knocked aside. Raph watched your frame retreat deeper into the apartment, likely to your room, and waited a couple moments before he pursued.
It wasn’t hard to pick up the soft sobs over the rain, but soon a gentle knock on your door roused your attention.
“ Go away, Raph.. ”
You slurred your words through tears, rubbing them away while cursing your ruined hair.
“ Y/N, suga’ please, can Raph come in.. ”
No fair, you thought as your hand reached for the door knob, he knew using a voice that gentle would always get to you.. With a subtle click, the door would creak open until finally the green and red peeked in. He found you on the floor and sat.
“ Oh.. Is it ya hair? ”
Cocking his head curiously, you couldn’t help but sneer and avert your gaze. That was answer enough, apparently, since he seemed to exhale and mutter “ thank pizza supreme ”. Confused, you stared at him with enraged sadness. He was thankful? Glad you were upset about your hair? You opened your mouth to chew him out, only to be tugged into his lap and hugged.
“ I was worried it was sum worse. Why’s ya hair the problem, ‘cuz ‘s not so straight no more? ”
The gentleness with which he twirled his finger in your hair had quelled your anger if not just a teensy bit.
“ Yeah, it’s… It’s hideous, unruly, I hate my curls! ”
Your hands rose to yank on the curls that dared rear their heads from the rain, but big warm hands caught yours before they could.
“ Ya hate ‘em? But suga’, they’re a part a’ya, and I love all o’you. What’s to hate? ”
Sending it wasn’t a question but rather a statement, you held your tongue and watched him.
“ The way they frame ya face, how they have no single direction, well I’d be damned to not love ya in any form, Y/N. Ya hair makes ya look like some cute vixen, and they, well.. ”
He seemed a bit bashful, escaping your gaze and shifting his view to all over the room instead.
“ I like ‘em cause they remind me a’my spiky shell, what with how they jump out atcha! ”
With a beaming smile that big, you couldn’t help but snort and bury your face in his chest.
“ You goof.. ”
┆ ── ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ — Leo 💌
Leo wasn’t one to let you go long without hearing from him, but as you ran your errands and eventually made it back home, the silence on his line had been a bit unnerving. So, with the produce shuffled into your fridge, cabinets restocked, and every inch of the house replenished to all its glory, you swiped up your phone and gave him a ring.
“ Alright, tough guy, what’s the deal? ”
You playfully growled, tapping your fingers along the counter as he sputtered confusedly at the end of the line.
“ All day, and not a word from you? What am I, chopped liver? Doesn’t the sweetest girlfriend to New York’s hero deserve even a little bit of ‘phone blowing-up’ treatment? ”
The laugh on the other side was enough to enliven you. Leo continued talking, so you straightened up and made your way to the couch before stopping to almost a skidding halt.
“ Wait, you’re where—?! ”
Looking to the window behind your TV, the silhouette on the fire escape made a scream catch in your throat. It was none other than Leo, who hung up and came in after sliding open the window.
“ I said I’m here, now get on your finest swimsuit, mi amor, for I have found the world’s greatest spot! ”
“ Wh—Leo, What?! It’s—“
You whirled around, staring at the clock displayed on your oven.
“ It’s 8 pm, Leo, can’t it wait til tomorrow? ”
“ Nonsense, now hurry and change before I change you myself. ”
His hands grab your shoulders, tugging until you’re at the door of your room. He taps, faking as though he’s wiping dust off, then gives you a push into the room. Leo winks before closing the door, likely waiting right outside for you, so you kick away an imaginary rock and start to change.
“ NoNsEnSe, he says.. ”
Grumbled under your breath, you adjust the straps on your top while in the mirror. Once done, your focus settles on your hair, still in moderately good condition from this morning’s straightening. Better safe than sorry, you conclude, as you neatly pull your hair up with a bandana that just so happened to match your top. Strands are tucked away before you give a curt nod and go to open the door.
“ I heard that, by the way. ”
Leo looks down at you with a side eye, grinning as you roll your eyes.
“ Whatever, lead the way, bully. ”
One second, you’re standing in the hallway of your New York apartment, the next second you’re staring across an inky lake that’s captured the sky’s likeness, with stars rippling like fish on it’s surface. A gentle breeze rolled by, tugging at your hand, beckoning you forwards to greet the water. Stress, fatigue, even fear slip off your shoulders, as though the lake itself were taking the uncomfortable coat off to hang up on a hook.
“ Leo… ”
Your voice was meek, paling in comparison to the sight laid out before you.
Leo smiled, letting you take in the view a bit longer. He stepped down the dock, it’s creaking catching your ear as he neared its end. Even the groaning wood under the weight of its visitors was charming.
“ I’m waiting.”
Leo smirked, standing in his signature “ go on, applaud me—PRAISE me ” pose. You simply rolled your eyes and approached him, dropping down to sit at the dock’s edge. Your feet dipped into the abyss, met by a crisp temperature that begged your immersion into the depths.
“ Fine, this is pretty good.. YOU did good, though I could’ve been spared the on-the-spot forced dress-up. ”
The water was disturbed by Leo leaping in, to which you shielded yourself from the splash back. He was greeted by you scolding him for not giving a warning, brushing it off with laughter.
The night air was filled with banter between two lovebirds, with Leo trying his damndest to coax you in with him, and you’re dodging each with yet another quip. As the minutes melted into hours, the stars couldn’t help but focus on you both. Their lights reflected in your eyes, blinding Leo into a lovesick haze as he couldn’t do anything but just..
stare…
“ What, is there something on my face? ”
Confused, your hands searched your face, tucking aside a strand. Inspection complete, nothing out of the ordinary, you looked back to Leo and found his expression had shifted to a more devious one.
Uh oh.
You somehow knew what was coming next.
“ Leo—Leo, no, don’t you dare—-“
His hand shot out, grabbing yours.
“ LEO—NO, NOOOOO—!!! ”
Yanked forth, the world seemed to slow down as you screamed out, plunged under. Your eyes peeled open, stinging slightly, but catching a glimpse of the purest enjoyment painted across your boyfriend’s face.
As you both resurfaced, with his laugh now audible, you gave a huff and wiped tears and dripping water from your face.
“ You play too much, Leo, I said no! ”
His expression dimmed, dropping like a fallen curtain as he watched you grab the floating bandana. Enraged, hurt eyes glared at him, but he couldn’t focus at all on them as your hair began curling into the most gorgeous display he had ever laid eyes on. This was the first time he saw your hair this way, not straightened, but rather..
“ And stop staring, I know it’s ugly! ”
“ Stop that. ”
“ Wh—? ”
Stunned, you looked to him. There was no hate in his eyes, no disgust or repulsion. Your frizzy curls were there, bright as day, yet here he was staring at you as if your beauty never faltered…
“ Stop calling yourself ugly—frankly it’s an insult to me, the king of gorgeous faces who would never dare date an ugly woman—but even worse, it’s an insult to the most beautiful girl I’ve ever had the pleasure of calling mine. ”
Leo’s hand cupped your cheek, pulling you in to plant a kiss on your lips.
“ But, how—why aren’t they ugly to you? ”
“ Uh, because I said so, that’s why. ”
“ That’s n—LEO! ”
Definitely done as a move to win this argument, Leo’s arms wrapped around yours firmly. Your body lifted straight out of the water before being dunked unceremoniously.
While your hair was already wet, he didn’t have to make it more wet!
┆ ── ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ — Donnie 💌
By the time your errands adjourned, it was a quarter past 4, and you were heading home. The walk had been rather tame, as quiet as it could be for a city regularly wrecked by mutants, aliens you name it. Today would have gone down in the books as the most normal, had you not gotten a message from your beloved requiring your presence at the soonest available time. Something about a new project coming to its end?
Whatever it was, you shot off a response that said your company would come once groceries were up. The other errands planned for the day could wait, especially since you were just itching to see whatever it could be that had him so needy for you to be in the lab.
“ Bags empty, trash cleared away, house—“
You gave a once-over to your living room and kitchen countertops before nodding with a hum of approval. It would appear that Donnie’s chariot would arrive, post-haste, without a second to spare.
Thus, keys in pocket, jacket donned, and shoes tied, you left your apartment complex and made your way towards the least shadiest alleyway to simply “ disappear into. ”
In record time, you were approaching the lair from the winding underground pathways, and giving quick hellos to each brother you passed. Your being in the lair wasn’t exactly a rare sight, but whenever you were here, it was usually always for Donnie. So, none of the brothers would really hold you long—lest they wanted to risk a brotherly wrath.
“ Donnie~? ”
Your sing-songy call was accompanied by a rapping upon his lab’s doors, which slid open shortly after with a “ fwssh ” and gust of smoke. You coughed, wafting it away as you stepped into the room.
Unbeknownst you you, your hair had already began reacting to the rather humid lab, lifting into the curls they so dearly longed to return to.
“ Ah, Y/N, your timing is much appreciated! ”
While his voice came from god knows where, your eyes landed upon his figure emerging from curtains that you were sure had to have been a new addition to the lab. Maybe his experiment was behind there? His greasy hands were rubbed into clothes, leaving behind oil marks as he pushed up his goggles and shot you his characteristic grin.
“ Just behind this curtain is a contraption that shall better the lair, an update to my previous ‘betterments’—a betterment to the betterments, so to say! ”
Whatever point he was trying to make went straight over your head as you simply nodded affectionately, trying to follow as best you could.
“ Right, right, Donnie. But, dear, can you please enlighten me with what was sooooo important you had to interrupt errands day? ”
Without a word, it seemed as if a lightbulb went off in Donnie’s head as he nodded and reached for the curtain.
“ So, it should come to no surprise to anyone how much the new lair has needed robot assistants! ”
“ It really doesn’t—“
“ Nonsense, so of course you are the first one I thought of when I felt Odie should be introduced to someone! ”
“ Oh you’ve named him already? ”
You leaned your weight on your left leg, hand perched neatly on your hip as you waved your hand. Donnie shushed you as he reached for the curtain to reveal his newest creation!
“ Ta-da! ”
Behind the curtain stood the blocky silhouette of a robot—one made with parts you were sure you recognized from a certain animatronic, but never mind that. There was something a tad bit weirder.
“ Why Odie? ”
“ I show you my genius, and you linger in the name? ”
To your eager nod, he could only give a loud sigh, literally labeled aloud as “ loud sigh. ”
“ Odie, otherwise known as 0-D-1-3, his model number. Now—“
Before he could turn back to the bot, a loud clanking sound got both of your attentions.
“ Oh, that’s not good—“
“ What’s not good?! ”
Both of you stared directly at the bot after it took a hefty step forward, clattering down a hammer to hit the floor. Its oculars shifted mechanically around the room before settling in you and Donnie. An unsettling smile began to grow on the analog mouth it had, but just before it spoke, its foot stepped on the fallen hammer. Slipping immediately, the creation slammed into the lab’s hard floors, buzzed and circuited, then promptly stopped.
“ … Dam—“
As though censored by an otherworldly being, the bot exploded, sending Donnie diving for you instantly to shield you from harm’s way. The sprinklers caught on shortly after the smoke reached the ceiling, and he simply exhaled annoyedly into a recorder as he went on about “ attempted 26, failed ”. He continued to look over you, free hand resting right beside your waist as he detailed this outcome.
You, on the other hand, were both spooked by what happened in a matter of seconds, and also the water raining down in you. There wasn’t even a chance of you processing how close your boyfriend was, nor the precarious position, all paling in comparison to the heaviness waying over your chest at the way your hair was gradually lifting off your shoulder. Shrinking from the long silky locks, you were sure that unruly mess of curls were all coiling up into their snakelike appearance that you cursed every morning in the mirror.
Whilst speaking, Donnie’s eyes wandered until they caught your teary, paled expression. He had noticed the new hair style, but the importance of that was far below the importance of ensuring you were okay.
“ Dearest, what’s the matter? ”
He searched your body for wounds, calling Sheldon to bring a towel as the sprinklers halted. Once brought, he wrapped you in it, but flinched when you tried to push him back.
“ Hey—“
“ Don’t touch me—don’t look at me! ”
Baffled beyond belief, all Donnie could do was slouch back and watch you with analyzing eyes. His gaze scanned and scanned, searching for what might have caused such a reaction, but all he could come up with was: cold & wet, hair no longer straight like usual, shoved to the floor after robot exploded. He could only hope you wouldn’t blame him for struggling to figure out the problem.
“ I… I’m sorry if that spooked you.. ”
“ It’s not that. ”
You answered, flinching when he suddenly rose his voice and asked “ then what is it? ”, a statement leaking with desperation and a tinge of fear. You scrunched your eyes closed, closing in on yourself with a tight hug, balled up beneath the towel.
“ It’s… My hair, I.. I spent so long on it, just for it to turn into this ugly mess.. ”
Donnie was confused, something you couldn’t blame him for. After all, you were diligent in your hair-straightening or concealing the curls, so this just might have been the first time he’d seen them in their true nature. What you didn’t account for, though, was the hurt expression he shifted into. Silence lingered for a bit before his gaze shifted to the device on his arm.
After a bit, even you were curious. He had nothing to say? Was he just going to let you sit there and cry?
“ What’re you doing? ”
“ Checking my data. ”
“ Huh? ”
Donnie looked up, scooting to sit beside you and showed some sort of pie chart projected. He twirled a stylus and used it to slide the projection, focusing on certain parts.
“ Mhmm… so, this is the breakdown of your identity—this aspect, ”
He points to personality, glancing to you to make sure you’re watching.
“ See that is a huge chunk of who you are, and this part, intelligence? Obviously that is high as well. ”
You wiped your eyes, trying to figure out why any of this was important. He continued on, pointing to bits and then pointing out how integral they were to your being.
“ What’s your point, Donnie.. ”
Defeated, you sighed out. Tears dried, heart heavy, curls..
Unfurled.
“ My point is, Y/N, that ‘ugly’ has no place in your data. I for one am a genius who speaks in strictly facts, so your insistence on false information? Highly insulting. ”
His hand cups your cheek, and you welcome the touch with a scrunched, pained expression. Tears threaten to spill once again.
“ You’re beautiful, my dearest, every bit of you. That does not exclude your curls, which are also you. ”
Donnie leans in, placing a soft, lingering kiss upon your forehead. You grip his hand, which then turns into interlocked fingers, and sob softly into his chest. He rubs circles on your back, and you can’t help but begin to hear the seedlings of thought in your head say nice things about your natural hair.
“ I love you, Y/N. ”
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