statue of liberty ferry

NEW YORK, NEW YORK (3)

Pairing/Characters: Loki Laufeyson x Reader.

Summary: Seightseeing with Loki did not go as planned…

Warnings: Fluff, goofiness, and more fluff. 

Word  Count:  505.

A/N: Yay! Another update! Another thank you to @sgtjamesbuchananbarnes107th. Julia, honestly this is all your doing. You set it all in motion. PEOPLE OF EARTH: if you haven’t checked her out yet, do it now! Her writing is so amazing. 

Hope you enjoy this part, feedback is deeply appreciated.

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SERIES MASTERLIST

CHAPTER 3 - STATUE OF LIBERTY.

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Castle on the Hill

English Literature PhD student Emma Swan just needs money to pay for her last semester of grad school tuition. Killian Jones has always dreamed of opening a bookshop but has never been able to afford it. So when the small principality of Misthaven is looking for their lost princess, the pair decide that this might just be the perfect money making scheme.

A Multi-chapter Modern Day + Lost Princess (think Rapunzel/Anastasia-esque) + Book Lovers in a Coffee Shop AU

Rating: T

Word Count: 30905/ ?

Prologue (Part 1 + 2) // Ch 1 // Ch 2 // Ch 3 // Ch 4

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They wander out of Mamie’s just as the sun is beginning to set. Golden hour, Emma thinks it is called.

“So, how much have you seen of Misthaven?” Asks Killian.

Emma frowns, thinking of the Misthaven University library and the endless bowls of cappuccinos at Mamies.

“Hah,” Killian laughs, “That’s what I thought. Too much time with our darling friend Blanche Neige, and hardly any time spent exploring the thriving metropolis of Misthaven.”

Emma chuckles. She thinks of the past few hours she’s spent with Killian in Mamie’s. They’d exchanged favorite quotations, scenes, and characters from Blanche Neige. They discussed all of their other favorite reads. It seems that Killian is quite well read, his favorite books spanning from Dickens to Rushdie. She’s discovered that he’s not just ridiculously good looking, he’s also thoughtful and has a soft spot for literature.

“Hey,” Emma protests, “I have a lot riding on Blanche Neige right now.”

“Yeah, right, your whole future, I know,” Killian snorts, “But you can take one night off from books.”

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New York City Gothic

You climb the stairs to your walkup. You turn five times. You ascend three short flights. You look at the wall. You are only on the second floor. You look up and grow dizzy as you try to count how many floors remain above you. There are far too many. You cannot see the uppermost floor. You are no longer sure what it is.

“Can you tell me the way to Green Witch Village?”, the tourist asks you. The blood drains from your face as you correct them: “It’s pronounced ‘grennitch’.” She must not be invoked. Out of towners will never understand.

It is 4:30 AM and you’re not home yet. You stand on the train platform, avoiding eye contact. There is an unholy screech from down the tunnel. The train that enters is rusting, ancient, pulling flatbeds loaded with tools. Just as you assume it’s merely a repair truck, you notice a dark car between two flatbeds. It is full of hunched, hooded figures. You continue avoiding eye contact. The musician playing the steel drums on the other end of the platform begins playing a song you haven’t heard since childhood, but slowly and in the wrong key. You begin to feel lightheaded.

You could have sworn your train just passed -17th Street.

Every cab slows down for you, and you can feel the gaze of the drivers locking on you, but they do not stop. They cannot stop, as if compelled by some greater force.

A man enters your subway car and apologizes for the interruption. You do not have any cash, and you reach for your MP3 player to try to drown out your own feelings of guilt. Just before you turn up your music, you hear him say that his apartment was devoured by the void.

You didn’t want to cross through Times Square, but you have to get to Port Authority. A man in an Elmo costume tries to get your attention as you hurry across the plaza. As the light changes, you hear him scream your name. His voice is oddly familiar.

You look up at the Statue of Liberty out of habit from your seat on the ferry. You realize she is weeping. Gallons of tears stream over her copper cheeks, her firm mouth gasping, her sobs mixed with the sound of her metal scaffolding grinding and breaking. You look at the other passengers. They do not notice or care.

You open the door to your apartment. You find a Starbucks instead.

The Losers Club visit New York City.

Bill - He would want to ride the ferry out to the Statue of Liberty because he knows if Georgie was there, he’d want to go on a real boat. He would stand alone on the deck and tear up, but if any one of his friends came out he’d quickly smile at then and tell them everything was ok.

When walking around the city, he would take lots of photos to show his parents. Photos of anything and everything. He would always give his loose change to homeless people in the subways.


Eddie - He would have at least 10 bottles of hand sanitizer on him every time they left the hotel room. He would also refuse to share a bed with anyone, or sleep on the floor. He’d constantly tell everyone how polluted the air was and how he was surprised the people who lived there could stay alive past the age of 30.

If he had to take the subway, he would wear a surgeons mask and try his best to avoid touching anything. His mother would probably kill him if she found out he was even in the subway in the first place.


Richie - He would try to swoon all of the ladies, but most of the time they had boyfriends which would eventually try to fight with him, forcing Bill and the others to try and cool everyone down. When buying hot dogs from anywhere, he’d make obscene jokes about how it was smaller than his wang, or how Eddie’s mom would have a field day with them.

He secretly wanted to watch all of the broadway plays, but would never say a word. Thankfully Ben and Stan seemed very interested in them, of course he’d give the both of them a hard time about it, even though deep down inside he’d be jumping for joy. At the hotel room, he’d hog all of the pillows and blankets.


Stanley - Stan would always watch the pidgeons whenever they’d fly by or hang out on the streets. He thought they were disgusting, but they were still birds. He’s the type of person to use a napkin to dab all of the excess oil off of his pizza, resulting in Richie calling him a weirdo.

In the subway, whenever the trains would arrive the loud noises would startle him, no matter how many times he’d heard them. He’d always be cautious about where they went and what time it was, he wouldn’t want them being stuck with no way back to the hotel, or wander off into dangerous areas.


Beverly - She’d have no problem trying to fight the guys who Richie had offended by flirting with their girl friends, even though she knew Richie was in the wrong. She could fall asleep anywhere at the hotel room, if she was tired, she’d sleep on the floor in front of the TV if she was too lazy to go to a bed, or the couch. She’d comfort Bill on the ferry to the Statue of Liberty, because she’d know why he was out there alone.

She’s not afraid to try new foods, when everyone would play it safe when ordering at restaurants, she’d get the craziest meals. Sometimes the boys would be jealous and wish they had gotten certain things, other times they’d have to share their food because what she’d gotten was too ‘exotic’. She could mimic to New York accent to the tee.


Mike - Mike would be in awe the whole time. He’d actually be surprised he was even there. He’d always be staring at the fancy buildings and stores, curious as to how people could think of designs and ways to build these things. He’d LOVE the food, just as much, if not more than Ben. If someone was jamming out in the subway, he’d join in, even start dancing.

At the hotel room, he wouldn’t care if he had blankets or pillows, he was more of the giving type. People would know he was definitely a tourist, because he would constantly stop to read plaques and landmark signs. Walking around in Times Square made him tear up, it was breathtaking.


Ben - He would always put pillows under Beverly’s head and a blanket over her if she fell asleep on the floor, or the couch. At the hotel room he always got to sleep on a bed, mainly because he didn’t care if he had to share with someone. He wanted to try every pizza place. New York was known for their pizza, so he had to be the judge of that. (P.S - He had a hard time eating pizza for a month after they went back home.)

He loved musicals and always tried to get the others to see them. Stan would agree, but Richie would always give them crap, even though he wanted to see them also. Every time Mike would stop to read landmark signs and plaques, Ben would be right there with him. Sometimes they’d even quiz each other on certain places history. The others obviously called them both nerds because of that.

New York City Gothic

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You climb the stairs to your walkup. You turn five times. You ascend three short flights. You look at the wall. You are only on the second floor. You look up and grow dizzy as you try to count how many floors remain above you. There are far too many. You cannot see the uppermost floor. You are no longer sure what it is.

“Can you tell me the way to Green Witch Village?”, the tourist asks you. The blood drains from your face as you correct them: “It’s pronounced ‘grennitch’.” She must not be invoked. Out of towners will never understand.

It is 4:30 AM and you’re not home yet. You stand on the train platform, avoiding eye contact. There is an unholy screech from down the tunnel. The train that enters is rusting, ancient, pulling flatbeds loaded with tools. Just as you assume it’s merely a repair truck, you notice a dark car between two flatbeds. It is full of hunched, hooded figures. You continue avoiding eye contact. The musician playing the steel drums on the other end of the platform begins playing a song you haven’t heard since childhood, but slowly and in the wrong key. You begin to feel lightheaded.

You could have sworn your train just passed -17th Street.

Every cab slows down for you, and you can feel the gaze of the drivers locking on you, but they do not stop. They cannot stop, as if compelled by some greater force.

A man enters your subway car and apologizes for the interruption. You do not have any cash, and you reach for your MP3 player to try to drown out your own feelings of guilt. Just before you turn up your music, you hear him say that his apartment was devoured by the void.

You didn’t want to cross through Times Square, but you have to get to Port Authority. A man in an Elmo costume tries to get your attention as you hurry across the plaza. As the light changes, you hear him scream your name. His voice is oddly familiar.

You look up at the Statue of Liberty out of habit from your seat on the ferry. You realize she is weeping. Gallons of tears stream over her copper cheeks, her firm mouth gasping, her sobs mixed with the sound of her metal scaffolding grinding and breaking. You look at the other passengers. They do not notice or care.

You open the door to your apartment. You find a Starbucks instead.

anonymous asked:

Hi, I was wondering if you had any advice for an upcoming trip to NYC I'm planning. Background: I'm from Europe, taking my partner to a different part of the US but surprising them on their birthday with a night in NYC before we fly home. I want to take them to see a musical but aside from that I'm wondering what you'd recommend for a very poor very lovestruck student who has little time and even less money and just wants to snuggle a cutie in NYC. I hope I'm okay to ask this! Have a good day :)

yes yes yes yes yes yes

if you’re in NYC and looking to be cute with a cutie, New York’s hottest FREE SHIT TO DO is:

  • The Metropolitan Museum of Art (suggested admission, so like. you could pay $1), if either of you is an art fan, I highly recommend the Met. 
  • The Museum of Natural History, if either of you is a huge nature/science nerd (suggested admission)
  • The Staten Island Ferry - FREEEEEEEEEEE okay listen, PLEASE take them to the Ferry. You don’t have to buy tickets or anything, you literally just show up (the ferry leaves every 20 minutes or so) and walk on the boat and it takes you to Staten Island, which means you pass the Statue of Liberty and stuff. Then, you board the ferry again on Staten Island and it takes you right back to the City. All in all, it takes about an hour and is totally free!!! You can see the trip schedule here, I recommend going at like 7 or 8pm for the sunset but it’s amazing any time. You could go after you see a show, the skyline would look beautiful, and the ferry station is right in front of the subway so you don’t have to worry about wandering around at night. 
  • PARKS SO MANY BEAUTIFUL PARKS - depending on where you are in the city, you could do a picnic in a park or just go there and sit or listen to live music (there is always music playing somewhere in a nyc park) My personal fav is Washington Square, and if you’re planning on being in the theatre district for a show that evening, you could hit Washington Sq first. You can sit and put your feet in the giant fountain, it’s really nice, esp if it’s hot outside. Central Park is obv an option as well, but it’s huge so try to plan where you’re going. 
  • The High Line - I have not actually been to the high line yet, as it’s relatively new but I hear great things. It’s an old railway line that was going to be torn down but the city turned it into what is basically a park overlooking the city. There are a lot of events and stuff going on up there, most of which are free. If you go at night, some nights they do stargazing!
  • CHEAP PIZZA??? - if you’re in the area (which, you will be if you end up near washington sq) go to 2 Bros Pizza, $1 a slice. Is it the absolute best new york pizza you can buy? No. Is it only one fucking dollar meaning you could, if your heart desired, eat a whole pizza for $8? YES. (Note: according to their website they have multiple locations. I’ve only been to the St. Mark’s location, so idk if the others also do $1 slices, but you should go to the St. Mark’s one anyway because that whole area is p. cool)
  • A note on doing broadway - if you have the time, try going to a TKTS booth, where you stand in line and get show tickets for half price. They have multiple locations, 2 of which are in manhattan. Idk where you’re staying but I’m guessing Times Square will be the easiest for you to get to. Go early and stand in line (it’s usually not too bad tbh) and you can get cheap tickets w/ pretty good seats for most any show you wanna see. I recommend getting the TKTS app, it will tell you what’s on sale that day and what the discount amount is!

I don’t wanna overload you, since it sounds like you have at most 2 days but those are some of my favorite free or cheap things to do in the city. Lemme know how it goes!

You catch Luke staring at the picture again, darting your hand out to try and grab his phone. “Why do you keep looking at that?” you ask him after playfully shoving at his arm. “I wasn’t even looking at the camera.”

The picture in question was one of you on the ferry that was heading towards the Statue of Liberty. A slight wind had picked up, causing some of your hair to blow into your face and Luke had said something funny (something you couldn’t even remember now) which is why you had a big smile. It wasn’t one of the worst candids you’ve ever seen of yourself, but it certainly wasn’t the best that Luke has ever taken.

Luke just shrugs, glancing at it once more before locking his phone and shoving it in the pocket of his jeans. “Think you look cute, that’s all,” he mumbles, throwing his arm around your shoulders as the taxi driver makes a sudden stop. The two of you have lived in Manhattan for almost two years now and Luke still isn’t used to the way New Yorkers drive, something you constantly tease him about whenever you get the chance to.

You lean your head on his shoulder and close your eyes, letting the sounds of traffic and the music from the radio turn into background noise as you focus on the gentle rise and fall of Luke’s shoulders as he breathes. His thumb softly rubs circles into your bicep, his stubble scratching against your scalp when he rests his chin on the top of your head.

“We’re almost there,” Luke whispers in your ear a few minutes later as he gently squeezes your arm to wake you up. 

You sit up straight, nodding as you blink your eyes a couple times to clear your vision. You see crowds of tourists the closer you approach the Empire State Building, some wearing those cheesy “I <3 NY” shirts while others just have clunky cameras to take pictures of every skyscraper they see. Normally, you roll your eyes at these people; as a New Yorker yourself now, you can’t help but get a bit annoyed at how slow they are compared to everything else. But today, you were one of them.

“You know,” you begin, turning away from the window to look at Luke, taking his hand in yours as he looks at you. “It’s kind of weird. We’ve lived here for two years and we know all of the tourist attractions but we’ve never actually seen them. I’m kind of glad we’re doing this today.”

The taxi driver pulls over to the curb, thanking you when you hand him the money and get out of the car. “As long as we don’t have to take the stairs all the way up to the 86th floor, I am too,” Luke jokes, kissing the side of your head when you mockingly glare at him. “I am serious though, babe. If you force me to take the stairs, I’m not going.”

New York trip report!

Hellooo!, Last week I spent a week in New York with my university class, me and my classmates went round exploring New York!

 I’ve written up a small report of my visit! ( ´ ω`* )  Includes photos I’ve snapped along the way!

Click the read more below to see it (its quite a lengthy post uvu)

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Dear Photograph,
We took the ferry to see the Statue of Liberty and missed visiting the twin towers. The next day (Note the timestamp on the original photo) will be forever etched in our hearts, as we drove further and further away, watching the skys unfold with so much heartache. Freedom… that word has never meant so much to us.
Love to the families, -Stephanie