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sunflowersteves · 10 months

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miguel and the reader holding hands under the table during a meeting 🥹

poor miguel is so scared people are gonna think differently oof their boss if (when) they see you holding hands so he hides it even tho the reader knows everything is 100% fine and everyone knows their together 😭😭

have a great day/night and stay hydrated!!

omg this is so so CUTE and don’t worry I did stay hydrated love <3

warnings || miguel is a softie, fluff, making out, gender neutral reader

Hobie knew, if not immediately, when there was something more than just friendship between you and Miguel.

He saw the stolen glances, the soft feather-light touches, and the smallest of smiles that perked up against Miguel’s lips. Hobie would look around, wondering if anyone else had noticed the newfound love.

Alas, after much diving, he comes to the conclusion that he’s the only true observer around. Everyone else seems absolutely oblivious to the butterflies that practically dance around you two—well, until you bring Miguel a gift one afternoon.

It was a particularly hard day for Miguel. Another mission had gone wrong and he wasn’t able to fix it this time. It seemed to him that mission after mission kept failing.

Hobie, Peter, Gwen, and Miles were going to be sent on a mission to clean up the gigantic mess that was left in another Spider-Man’s wake, according to Miguel. It was a harsh meeting—that’s for sure.

As if on cue from Miguel’s sour and proliferated choice of words, you walked in.

“Hi.” You said, smiling brightly. “I brought you empanadas.”

Everyone sighed in relief at the mention of Miguel’s favorite food. Maybe he will calm down just a little bit.

“Gracias, cariño.” He says, taking the to-go box from your hands. He thought nothing of it as the lightest touch caressed against the small of your back.

In the background, Miles gasped—he gasped so loud that Miguel’s head whipped over to him. “You and—Oh.”

Miguel could only stare, eyebrows raising by themselves in surprise. Miles’ eyes widened and he quickly shrunk into his form. “Nothing! It’s nothing. I-I just—saw a spider!” His eyes widened. Again. “But not like a—like a radioactive one or—“

Miles winces at the rambling that tumbled out of his mouth and immediately clamps his mouth shut. “It’s great. I’m great. Everything’s great.”

It was entirely unconvincing. Extremely, unconvincing. Peter and Gwen just raise their eyebrows at him while Hobie nods to Miles.

Miles’ eyes continue to widen at the sudden confirmation from his friend. He opens mouth to ask a million questions going through his head, but the straight glare from Miguel snaps it shut.

It wasn’t that Miguel was embarrassed to be seen with you or anyone in HQ. In fact, when he visits your universe, he can’t stop with the public displays of affection. His arm envelops you as you walk, his finger caresses the shape of your jaw as you talk about your day, his lips press sweetly into your shoulder on the subway ride home, and sometimes his fingers purposely brush and tap against your thighs at your favorite dinner spot.

He was so proud of the person you had become and endlessly encouraged you in your passions. He drooped all over you—practically—at every given point.

Miguel was obsessed with you.

His only issue was the idea of you getting hurt. There was no rhyme or reason, in particular, as why that related to everyone at HQ—but he knew that this was a dangerous responsibility to take on.

Since you, everything and everyone became a threat. He will be damned if he lets anyone take you away from him.

So, due to his fears, you both agree—with terms—to not tell anyone in the spider-verse. It was nice too when everything wasn’t a fuss. Well, until you continuously slip up.

After Miles and Hobie already figured it out, it was Peter’s turn—but this discovery was much more of a shocking scene.

You were in his office—lair—whatever he liked to call it, sitting perched on his lap. Miguel’s arms were tightly wrapped around your waist and your hands were locked onto his muscled shoulders.

His mouth was perfectly slotted over yours, his deep breath fanning up against your cheek. His tongue swirled deliciously against your own as you pressed further into his chest.

You break apart for just a second, “Miguel.” You whined. As if he was a drug, your lips leaned forward once more—whining for the millionth time when his lips dodged yours.

He chuckled, his lips trailing lazy kisses along your neck. “Patience, cariño. You know I’ll take care of you.”

Your lips felt too swollen and your body felt too heated for you to make a conscious reply. Too kiss drunk, you just say his name once more. It was more desperate this time.

Miguel smirks smugly before leaning his lips down to yours again. You taste so sweet as he licks to the inside of your mouth—wanting to feel your velvety tongue. He growls at the feeling of your legs wrapping around him tighter.

Without any caution, Peter swings into Miguel’s office—despite lyla’s many protests.

“Hey, Miguel! Do you wanna see more Mayday pictures because I’ve got tons and I know that you’re busy but—oh my god!”

He screeches to a halt when he finally looks up from his daughter’s hand tightening around his finger to the sight of you—on Miguel’s lap with your tongues down each other’s throat.

His hand instinctively slaps Mayday’s eyes closed, even though she was already fast asleep in his arms.

You both, in practically a millisecond, jump out of each other’s skin and stand five feet apart. “Oh I’m—I was just—looking for a file.”

Miguel’s hand ruffles through his messy hair. “Yep. A file. They needed a file.”

He stared blankly at the two of you for a couple of moments. Miguel had patches of bruises that fluttered against his neck and as you predicted, your lips were swollen.

Then Peter smiled—he smiled so large. “Sure.” He drags out. “A file. Yeah, that’s exactly what you needed.”

Miguel grumbled underneath his breath while you stood too shocked to do anything quite yet.

Lastly, Gwen was the last one to notice. It wasn’t that she wouldn’t have figured it out, but more so she had a lot on her plate at the moment. Unfortunately, she was distracted more than normal.

Luckily, this was going t o be a highlight of her week—you and Miguel. About fucking time.

Everyone was in a meeting—you, Miguel, Hobie, Miles, Peter, and Gwen. Under the table, without anyone knowing, Miguel slowly interlaced your fingers together. Your lips twitched at the feeling and you squeezed his hand.

When Miguel got nervous, his hand would try and find your figure. It didn't matter what—a pinkie, your whole hand, an elbow, you name it. As long as he could find the comfort of the soft plains of your skin, he knew he would be okay.

Gwen nudged Hobie and Miles. She whispered as softly as she could. “Are they holding hands?”

Her eyes widened at the nod both of them gave back to her. Peter just smiles—almost too brightly at the sight of his friends being happy together.

"Yeah they are."

Gwen glares at them the three of them before whisper shouting. “You guys knew? And you didn’t tell me?”

Peter, very cautiously without suspicion, raised a hand in defense. "Well, I didn't wanna tell—you know, because I knew."

She rolled her eyes at the older man. "You're ridiculous. That's definitely not true."

“I knew the whole time. It was pretty obvious.” Hobie stated, unamused.

The other three gasped and it caused you and Miguel to slight jump—no spidey sense and all. "And you didn't even tell us?" Miles scoffed. Gwen just started to cuss as she was fed up, these were her friends for fucks sake. Peter just sniffed and whispered, "how could you?"

Miguel bellowed. “Are you idiot-brains even listening?”

As if on cue, each of their eyes widened substantially. Their lips were sealed tightly and nodded. Well, except Hobie. Hobie just laid back slightly more in his chair. Miles had to ask him how to be more unfazed.

"Not at all, blue panther. Just take them out of here and have a proper date now, yeah?" With that, Hobie takes his leave, despite the protests from Miguel to come back to finish the debriefing of a mission.

Miguel felt hot. He felt very hot. The entire team had just witnessed the two of you and he wasn't sure what you thought about it. You bit your lip and stared into his eyes. He could only stare back in nervousness before the realization followed him and toppled over him like a freight train.

Oh, who cares, he thought. A la mierda, he thinks once again.

"Will you? You know," He says it almost bashfully. You couldn't believe your eyes. "Go on a proper, real date?"

You smiled, so wide. You didn't have to hide anymore. Sure, you've had plenty of dates, but he's talking about a real one. One where you don't have to shove yourselves in bushes and wear non-recognizable clothes.

You press your thumb into his cheek and stroke softly. "I would love to, Miguel."

He smiles this time—it was wide and all of his teeth shown brightly through his lips.

"Ew you guys are gross." "This is the cutest thing I have ever seen in my life. Mayday, did you see?" "Can you guys adopt me?"

Miguel groaned, "Please, get out." He pauses a beat, "Now."

#miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o’hara x you #miguel o’hara x y/n #miguel o’hara fluff #marvel #marvel fanfiction #across the spiderverse #spiderman across the verse #spiderman 2099 x reader #spiderman 2099 x you #spiderman 2099

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tange-my-rine · 2 months

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bun in the oven || Tangerine × afab!reader

Summary: The two lines were haunting you. Of course, it was after a month's trip -when you hadn't seen him in so long. So, you spent an insane amount of time thinking just how he'd react and if your world would come crashing down as soon as he'd heard the words. You were totally fine. Totally.

TW: unplanned pregnancy, worrying, blood, injuries, cursing (it's Tangerine) and all things bullet train.

[[A/N: I use gender neutral pronouns, but you are pregnant so... I hope that opens it up to more people. Enjoy :)]]

He'd been gone for at least a month. You actually weren't sure, it was kind of blurry; you'd been working so much and then you'd... Well, you'd missed your period and made an appointment and they tested your blood.

Every day since then had been monotonous, ringing in your ears and your brain running 100 miles a minute. You stayed home most of the time, eating some weird food combination (you honestly thought it was a myth), and being nervous out of your goddamn mind.

It's not like you'd ever talked about this. You talked about the future, yeah, and he was always saying 'I'm goin' to marry you one day, love' with those eyes.

He said it once with his head in your lap and your hand twisted into his hair, blue eyes all soft and sappy -like he couldn't believe you were even there. He'd said it again when you gently cleaned off a cut along his cheekbone, between his legs as he sat on a stool -he didn't even take his eyes off you for a second. All soft words and even softer smiles.

You did believe him, you did.

But you hadn't yet, and they were just words -no matter how genuine and earnest they seemed.

Everything in your body tingled, and you weren't sure you were even thinking straight for weeks. That's probably why when he'd showed up, you'd been the most tired you'd ever been but still somehow bouncing off your toes. You felt like a bundle of nerves just waiting to explode.

Initially, you weren't sure you even wanted to tell him then. He would be tired and bloody and hurt- You weren't positive it'd be the best time, but at the same time, you really couldn't hold it any longer than a night.

Or you didn't think you could. You really should've known better.

"Tan," you hummed, gathering his face up in your hands -turning him at different angles to see the slices and scratches littered along his skin. They were tiny, you noted, less like a knife -a big long scar, and more like... well, thorns.

"Glass," he muttered back, slow and tired, "-broke a fuckin' window, didn't have time to move."

"Are you hurt anywhere else?"

He paused for a moment, eyes lazily drifting across your skin -always with that look.

"Don't lie to me, Tan."

"Never, darling," he smiled, a soft one that you knew was specially reserved for you, "-I think I bruised my ribs, 'at's about it."

"Honest?" You questioned, eyes heavy on his.

"Honest, love," he reiterated -eyes still following you like you were that of a dream and he hadn't woken up yet.

"Good," you echoed, trailing to grab his hand and bring him to the stool -it was your makeshift doctor's office at this point. A drawer in the kitchen filled with first aid, all ready for these nights; you'd started it after the first few visits. You think after the first time he came home bleeding you'd started stashing it all away.

"Lemon okay?" You questioned, digging around the drawer -wipes and bandages.

"Worse than me," he spoke quietly, eyes not leaving your face as you dabbed at his face, "-doctored 'im up the car. He's alright now. Conscious enough to talk about his fuckin' trains."

You smiled, he was always so worked up about his brother -wasn't he?

"He say you were a Gordon again?" You teased, trailing over a cut above his eyebrow -fingertips soft and gentle.

"No," he huffed, "-not a fuckin' Gordon."

"I know, honey," you laughed, ever-so-slightly, "-you don't have to convince me."

His lips curled into a smile, cheeks crinkling -part of you wanted to trace his crow's feet, brush your fingers into his hair. Later, you told yourself.

If you had a later, something in your mind chimed.

You stiffened, breath hollowing in your chest, hand held still against his skin; you stood a bit frozen. Rigid edges, and breaths short and quick. Something in you wondered if he could tell, if he could sense-

Tangerine paused, turning his face to match your eyes -fingers (you absentmindedly noticed blood underneath his fingernails) tilting your face with the softest of brushes, "Everythin' alright, darling?"

"What?"

He tilted his head, ignoring your movement to keep bandaging him -other hand gently wrapping around your wrist, stopping you in your place. Blue eyes swimming across your own like he was trying to read you, like he could tell.

"You're all stiff," he pressed his lips together, thumb rubbing circles into your wrist.

"I'm just tired, Tan," you smiled tightly, not quite reaching your eyes before stepping forward to bandage him more.

He merely held you in place, holding your eyes with no hesitation, "That's a bullshit answer, you know 'at."

"Look," you sighed, "-can we talk about it tomorrow? When we've both slept?"

"Not if you're upset," he frowned, preturbed by your behavior -you should've known he could tell.

"Tan," you paused, careful -your voice gently shaking, something you'd only hear if you were really listening, "-I really don't..."

"Love," he tilted his head -eager to match your eyes, keep your attention, "-tell me."

You don't know what happened, if it was his voice, or his eyes, or his hands. You couldn't tell. Something bubbling up in your throat, and burning the backs of your eyes, you really didn't want to do this now-

Something crossed over his face, as he scooted down from the stool -with ease sliding his hands down your arms, keeping you there. Tangerine knew you too well.

It slipped past your lips before you could even think about it.

"I'm pregnant."

His mouth opened before he could think about it -something instinctual, "Right, and I'm the Virgin fuckin' Mary."

"Tangerine."

He paused, eyes sifting across your face -something passed through his again, something new, something you had never seen before. You swallowed, hands curled into themselves so hard that you might have bled -you couldn't tell, you were numb.

"You..." he echoed, throat dry and eyes wide open, "You're serious?"

You flattened your lips, eyes burning and tears gathering -your hands shaking and your brain thrumming in your head. You couldn't speak.

"Darling, I didn't-" he paused, swallowing hard, "-I shouldn't have said fuckin' anythin, I didn't mean- I... fuck, seriously?"

"Tan-"

He breathed out, still holding your arms in place, "Are you... Are you happy, love?"

"Are you?" You pushed through, "-I've... I've spent a month wondering if you were going to just... leave me."

"Oh, love," he sighed, bringing up his hands to cup your face -soothing in a whisper, "-love, listen. I could never, I would never leave you. You'd have to fuckin' drag me out yourself, actually-"

You laughed.

"-I'm... I wouldn't leave you," he spoke gently, eyes dipping to your stomach -there was nothing there yet, "-'specially not now."

"You're not upset?" You echoed, something shaking in your voice -he frowned at the noise, loosely pushing forward to kiss you.

His mustache tickled your lip. It was something short and sweet, warm, and sent something fluttering in your chest.

"'Course not," he hummed, hands lowering to flatten on your stomach, a smile flashing across his face, "-Actually am rather happy."

"Yeah?" Your voice cracked out, tears finally leaving your eyes -his thumbs were quick to wipe them, "-You are?"

"Very," he laughed, something of tears in his own eyes -you only smiled brighter.

"Even," you started, suddenly, "-Even with your line of work? That... You can't have a family with-"

"I'll stop," he blurted out, rash and without thought but still genuine, "-'Ave to finish a few things, tie up some loose strings but I'll... I'll stop. We can live off my money for awhile."

"Tangerine," you let out a breath, "-I can't ask you to-"

"You're not," he interrupted, bubbling up like he couldn't stop talking.

"What about... What about these nine months? Are you-" you paused, before rewording, "-Are you going to be here?"

"God, am I going to be here," he let out a weepy sort of laugh, "-I'm not leavin' your fuckin' side darling."

"What about-"

"What nothing, love," he interrupted again, now holding your face again, and he was crying you realized, "-I'm goin' to take care you. Everyday. No one can fuckin' stop me-"

"What about the danger?" You spoke, rational and clear -it was your baby, after all.

"Lemon'll move in," he said -firm and direct, "-and God forbid anyone try and get their hands on you, love. I'll rip 'em to fuckin' shreds-"

"Okay, okay," you laughed, slipping your hands over his shoulders -trying to calm him, "-I think we get it, Tan."

"We," he muttered, a little mystified -grin so wide it almost hurt to look at as he sunk to crouch in front of you, pressing his forehead to your stomach.

"Yeah, we," you reiterated, smiling big and wide.

He heaved a deep breath into your stomach, holding himself there for a minute. A bit like he needed it. You didn't mind.

And as he whispered against your stomach tiny little promises that you knew he would keep, you wondered why you ever thought he would leave you. He may be a dick sometimes, but he's not... he would never.

"I'm gettin' you a fuckin' ring."

Yeah, you thought to yourself, I'll be just fine.

#bun in the oven #tangerine x reader #tangerine x you #tangerine x y/n #tangerine bullet train

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stoplickingmyneck · 2 years

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fuck it. ronance wedding headcanons

- they def had an unofficial lil backyard “wedding” with the party back in the 90s. like, jeans and tee shirts and 15 dollar rings and eat hot dogs around a fire pit unofficial

- they kept those cheap ass rings on 24/7, and when they finally rusted and crumbled and were absolutely unwearable they put them in nancy’s ballerina trinket box, the one robin’s still fascinated by after all these years

- when they bought their first house (they move to indianapolis so nancy can work for the star btw, i feel like robin would be some sort of counselor too?), the first thing robin did was take a big ol bulletin board and nail it right to the bedroom wall. for the next twenty years it became their dream board, where they’d pin magazine clippings of suits and dresses, rings and bouquets and venues, dreaming of the day it could be their turn for real

- they have a record player in their kitchen and play cheesy slow music, elvis and frank sinatra typa stuff, while they cook or eat dinner or do work at the counter. every time a song that nancy likes comes on she begs robin to slow dance with her, and she grudgingly agrees every time. and robin fucking sucks. tripping over nothing, not knowing where to look or put her hands, getting flustered at every little move her girlfriend makes. nancy jokes that robin better not be like this during their first dance, and robin grumbles back that she’d rather hire a stunt double than suffer through this (she secretly loves it tho)

- attending weddings is so hard for them. not that they’re not happy for the couples, but because they know they might never get one of their own. when they get. home from max and lucas’ wedding, nancy breaks down in robin’s arms, sobbing that it would be so much easier if she were straight. robin holds her tight and reassures her so gently, and after she calms down they pull out the stack of wedding inspiration books they’ve acquired over the years, put on an old rom-com, settle side by side on the couch and stay up until 3 am gushing over ideas

- in 2015, the moment the announcement comes out that the supreme court legalized gay marriage, nancy speeds home from work, like, 20 miles over the speed limit and finds robin on the front steps, sobbing her eyeballs out, a big dumb grin on her face. nancy gets down on one knee right there on the driveway, not caring that it’s pouring rain and she doesn’t have a ring and and she looks like she just stepped out of the goddamn upside down. robin drops to the ground in front of her and kisses nancy harder than ever before

- nancy wants a traditional wedding. robin wants fun and unique, none of that “old-fashioned bullshit”. they butt heads over it constantly during the planning process, but slowly grow to adore each others’ styles and compromise on every detail

the invitations ^^^ they have a cute lil spring wedding right before their 50th birthdays😇

robin’s suit n nancy’s dress ^^^ nance would absolutely be the typa girl to wear karen’s old dress and robin would want the most basic, no frills suit to ever exist

their shoes ^^^ robin can barely stand on her own two feet so heels were out of the question. nancy spent weeks and weeks learning how to embroider just so she could surprise her fiance with cute flowered converse at their bridal shower. robin cried

their hair ^^^ idk what to caption this with lol

their flowers ^^^ ruth n rose colors, Nancy thought it was fucking hilarious when robin suggested it so it stuck. the idea of robin in a boutonniere makes me drool too

the ceremony n reception ^^^ nance wanted to get married in a big white church like she saw in movies when she was a little girl, robin wanted someplace quaint and cozy to spend the night surrounded by her best friends. worked out perfectly

their rings ^^^ adorbs

the cake^^^ robin would 100% take nancy's last name bc she worships her wife and fuck stereotypes

^^^ i like to think steve jokingly suggests they serve ice cream, a lil nod to their scoops days, not expecting robin to adore the idea and immediately write it down

best men steve and jonathan ^^^ they wouldn't have bridesmaids cuz what other women do they need in their lives tbh👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

other stuff:

-being apart for like 3 hours while they get ready is torture. before the ceremony they do that first look thingy where they're standing back to back on opposite sides of a wall and they're holding hands and they're so nervous and giggly and then they do a countdown and peek around and both of them just stand there in shock. like they just watched the sky open up and an angel fall to earth. and then nance throws her arms around robin's neck and they start bawling cuz they realize their 20-plus-year dream is coming true UGH. when they step back robin runs a finger through nancy's curls and whispers how she's as beautiful as the first time she laid eyes on her and nancy melts

-they walk down the aisle hand in hand, exchange long sappy handwritten vows, and fall so perfectly into place when they kiss. it's like a scene from a disney movie. not dry eye in the damn building

-at the reception, there's lil charcuterie boards at each table, and they serve wood-fired pizza cuz it's what they ate on their first date (plus it's robin's fave)

-steve and jonathan bring the HOUSE down with their best men speeches. steve's is full of embarrassing jokes about robin that make her face turn red, and when he brings up how she peed her pants in the russian lab she jokingly (kinda) threatens to slit his throat. jonathan's is so sweet and tender and you can tell he still loves nance so so much

-after the speeches robin excuses herself outside and comes back 5 minutes later with a guitar. she plays a song she wrote for nancy. it's generous heart. because maya is robin in this world and doesn't exist and tbh i don't care. it's incredible

-their first dance song is first day of my life by bright eyes

-i hate ted and idk anything aboutt robin's dad so they don't get dances whoops

-nancy cuts the cake because robin with knives is a death wish

-the ice cream cart is a huge hit (steve brags about it for years). robin's a chocolate girl and nancy's a lemon sorbet lover

-they drink champagne and dance to 80s music until the ceiling spins. around midnight nancy grabs robin's hand and pulls her through the crowd to the balcony. they sway there together under the stars, foreheads pressed together, pressing an occasional kiss to the other's cheek. in that moment, they both agree nothing on their dream board could be as good as this

-ALSO instead of a honeymoon they take a road trip, driving route 66 to california, stopping to take pictures at every little landmark and singing at the top of their lungs for hours💘

#ronance #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #strangerthings 4 #stranger things #stranger things ships #ronance headcanon #ronance hc #ronance fanfiction #sapphic #wlw #lesbian pride #women loving women #bisexual #ronance my beloved #ronance au #robin buckley x nancy wheeler #robin x nancy

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phantasmagoria-in-neverland · 9 months

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Until Eternity.

Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x Reader.

Synopsis: Miguel has lost you once before, back on your original Earth. Then lost you again, when he found a reality in which the two of you, and your newfound darling daughter, were finally happy. Now, in one final act of selfishness, he has found you one last time, and he is not going to let you go. Not for the entire Multiverse. or alternatively I loved you once, I loved you twice, I loved you in my previous lives.

Genre and Warnings: Angsty with a happy ending, more or less. Miguel has a whole lot of issues, what's new. He is also kind of obsessed. There may be some inaccuracies when it comes to the back story, I'm not 100% sure. Also, Gabriella is described to be the Reader’s and Miguel's daughter, but I steered clear of any implication that she has been birthed by the reader, she could very well be adopted.

A/N: This fic was written while listening to “Until Eternity by Blackbriar” on repeat; for an optimal reading experience, get some earphones on and enjoy!

At the beginning of every story, Spider-Man falls in love. Peter Parker has Mary Jane Watson, Miles Morales has Gwen Stacy, and Miguel O'Hara has you. And at the end of every story, Spider-Man’s heart is left in pieces. Mary Jane Watson leaves, Gwen Stacy dies, and you…

Miguel doesn't let himself think of you too often, he likes to tell himself it is because he is learning how to move on, to heal, but most days, he simply can't handle your memory. Every reminder of you weighs down on his heart just as much as it keeps him moving forward.

He wishes he could remember you the way you would want, with a smile on his face, and the taste of all the good times on his tongue. And that is how it starts, when he allows himself the chance to look through the pictures of you he collected over the years, it is only when he reaches the end that his heart breaks all over again… when he remembers your deaths. Both of them.

The first time Miguel O’Hara fell in love with you, as it is destined to be, happened on your original Earth, Earth-928. The two of you were young and foolish, him, overly ambitious and with a newly discovered power at his fingertips, and you, content to live your life day by day, enjoying the little things and uncaring of the greater powers at play.

Still, you had fallen for each other and fallen fast. You had known from the moment you met that you would be each other’s forever, and even now, so many years later, Miguel could attest to that truth.

At the time, he had not thought, not even for a second, that you could be taken away from him; had not known it would be the sum of all of his mistakes that would kill you.

In hindsight, the older version of himself, the one who has spent years researching the Canon Events, can tell that it had been obvious. In every version of the story, it is always Spider-Man that brings about his own ruin, and it is always Spider-Man, the mask first, and the man behind it second, that kills the love of his life.

It comes easy now, to think of all the things he could have done differently, to see each and every mistake he has made along the way glaring back at him.

Had he been a more attentive boyfriend, had he realized you were as mortal as anyone else, had he not focused only on his ambitions, maybe that night, you wouldn't have been left to walk home alone in the dark, listening to the voicemail he left you that promised you ‘he would make it up to you’. Had he been a better Hero, he wouldn't have lost sight of his origins, wouldn't have left all the small time criminals to be handled by the police because he had ‘more important fights to take care of’. If he had been cleaning the streets as he had promised himself he would do, then maybe he would have caught that mugger before he shot you. And had he been a better man, he wouldn't have searched all across the city for the man who took you from him, would have taken him to prison instead of killing him with his own hands, wouldn't have dishonored your memory in such a way.

But Miguel had spent too long holding your cold body cradled to his chest, spent too long scrubbing your blood out of his hands, and too long crying against your headstone, pleading to anyone above for a second chance, to care.

Miguel took what little comfort he could get: you died as you had lived, kindly. Your focus, your worry, was on him all throughout your last breaths, not a moment spent caring for your blood staining the pavement. You died pleading for him to keep living his life to the fullest, wiping away his tears with a gentle hand, steady even through the pain you must have been in, even with how much strength every movement required.

“Promise me you'll move on.” you begged him, even when the last thing you'd heard out of him was an empty promise.

And so Miguel lied. He told you that he would never forget you, that had been the truest thing to ever come out of his mouth, and perhaps it was what helped him sell what came next. It was in a shaky breath that he swore he would keep smiling for you, that had been a conscious lie, worth it to see the way your face relaxed, for you to leave in peace.

And yet, in your last moments Miguel realized he had been the one to kill you, and he never knew peace again.

So yes, he could easily admit to all the mistakes he had made, and he had paid for them greatly. When you went, all the joy in the world left with you, and Miguel, who'd been left behind, became a shadow of the man he used to be.

When he discovered a way to travel through the multiverse, his first thought had been to find you, the second one, was a promise to himself that he'd never go looking for you. Not only there was no guarantee that any other version of you would be the you he had lost, there was also the very high probability that where there was a you there would also be another him. He would not mess with your life simply because he could not find a way to live without you, he had to bear the consequences of his own actions, and that was final.

Up until the second time Miguel O’Hara fell in love with you, not that he had ever stopped, on an Earth not your own.

He had only been looking for a quiet place to retire to, which had nothing to do with you, and could not find anywhere to stay for longer than a few months, nowhere felt right, which also had nothing to do with you.

When the lies he tells himself, and you, start piling up, Miguel lies again: when he looks at himself in the mirror and pretends he doesn't hate the man he sees.

It wasn't until he saw himself die that his life clicked back into place, and something felt right again. Now there wasn't only a him without you, but also a you without him.

Coming back home to you, even though your house was much less advanced then it had been, and he couldn't begin to recall a single memory portrayed in the photographs on the walls, even though he was impersonating your newly dead husband and praying to all the gods he could name that you wouldn't notice, and the two of you had had a daughter he had never even met, felt like spring after a never ending winter, like rebirth. The day he saw you again, for the first time since your death, Miguel thought the world to be kind.

Your life together, that Miguel now clinged so tightly to, was great for a time. A fairytale really, the future you had both dreamed of when you were still young and naïve, when you had still been you, and the happiest place in the world was the treehouse in the garden of the home you had grown up in and hoped to pass to your child. When late at night, he allowed himself some confessions, a whisper of a daughter to name Gabriella, and all the things he would teach her.

And even though here your treehouse was never built, and you spoke a little differently than he remembered, your dream remained, and Gabriella, your pride and joy since before she was even born, was alive in your arms.

Of course, to preserve the perfection, both of you had to look the other way more than once, and act as if you could not see the dark, obvious truths.

Miguel refused to even attempt to explain why the husband you had thought you knew everything about, suddenly began waking up screaming every other night, why he had nightmares so dark his chills only went away at daybreak. Why he held you as if you would vanish without a warning, why his eyes seemed unable to ever stray from you for more than a few seconds at a time, why he refused to let you walk alone at night as if the world itself would cave in if you did. Why, when you happily recalled events of your shared past, he didn't chime in as much as he used to, why when Gabriella asked all about how you met, your first kiss and your wedding day, he let you do all the talking; You'd have thought his love was diminishing if he didn't smile through every memory as if the sun itself had blossomed on his lips, if he didn't look at the two of you as if you were the meaning of life given form.

So, it was easy to ignore the paranoia, and the fear in his eyes. The way he seemed to walk cautiously through every action, as if afraid to step on fate's toes, and you could not begin to think of a single reason why he would, why he could not look at you without fearing that one wrong movement could rip all this happiness out of his fists all over again.

Miguel would not allow, if it was the last thing he ever did, all the years spent together you could not remember, and all the memories you had of him he had not lived through, to be a problem. He could learn how to be the Miguel you loved… the one that wasn't Spider-Man.

Until the problem became fate itself.

Unknown to him at the time, breaking the Canon is not a forgivable action. When he had substituted himself to the Miguel of your Earth, he had interfered with destiny itself, and that was one more mistake he'd regret for the rest of his life to add to the already long heavy list.

When the world started crumbling around you, even with all his power, all Miguel could do was hold his family close and hope that he could at least shield you from the disaster. But as usual, his hopes are in vain and his prayers go unanswered, as everything he has ever wanted disappears right in front of his eyes once more.

And exactly like the last time, you prove yourself kind above anything else; kind when you whisper sweet reassurances in Gabriella’s ears, kind when you worry over his well being, kind when all you fear for is your family even when the one closest to fading out of existence is you, and Miguel is perfectly fine. Kinder then he could ever deserve, when even then, you keep looking at him relieved to see him alright.

“It’s going to be alright mis amores, I promise.” And though he means every single shaky word that comes out of his mouth, you look at him with tenderness and resignation in your eyes, as if you knew better, as if you pitied the day he'll realize the truth. But your daughter relaxes slightly in your hold, and the last thing he sees before you disappear is the grateful smile you give him.

Once again, Miguel had lost everything because of himself.

In a twisted way, sometimes he wanders which time was harder: the first time, when he had actually thought himself invincible, when he firmly believed the two of you capable of a happy ever after, what an idiot, or the second time, when he already knew what it felt like to lose you, when he calculated each and every one of his actions to prevent it from happening again, when he had even more to protect then the first time. He could never give himself an answer.

But the truth is, Miguel can't accept what he has lost. Can't accept that it is over, no matter how much he knows you’d want him to. Can't accept that the more he tries to fight fate, the harder his losses hit, the harder it fights back.

Maybe it is the broken promises that hurt the most, each one of them a failure, a reminder that no matter how powerful he becomes and no matter how much he tries, he’ll never be able to keep you by his side. But although Miguel is many things, many of which he is not proud of, he is not a quitter.

He spends most of his time since your death carefully erecting a Spider Society, to help prevent what happened to you, because of him, to happen anywhere else. Because who else other than him could do it? Who else knows the consequences, the destruction, as intimately as him? Who else could shoulder this responsibility better than the man with nothing left to lose?

And although Miguel does try not to think of you too often, you never, not for a second, leave his mind. And neither does the idea of trying again, of doing right by you, this time.

When she figures out what he has been silently planning, Lyla tries to dissuade him the best she can, afraid that if you were to die in his arms one more time, there would be nothing, no part of Miguel left to salvage. He hears none of it.

No matter how much she begs him to see reason, she cannot get him to even think of it before dismissing all of her concerns, and that is when Lyla realizes that the only thing that is keeping Miguel moving forward, that is keeping him together, is the idea of being reunited with you. So she keeps her mouth shut, afraid he might break if she didn’t, and never once stops fearing the day history will repeat itself, and put the final nail in his coffin.

When he finds you again Miguel is at the end of his rope, and it is starting to become plain to see for everyone around him. Keeping the multiverse together pretty much single handedly, no matter the ridiculous amount of spiders he recruits, is all but draining what little life he had left out of him, and the thought of being able to hold you again is the only thing that keeps him from crashing. Every single free second he has, that become less and less the further apart the Multiverse falls, is spent looking for you.

Then Miguel O’Hara falls in love with you one last time, more desperately than he ever has before, and not only your Earth but Destiny itself shake because of it.

This time, much has changed. Miguel is no longer the man you have fallen for time and time again, he is something a little twisted now, something unfamiliar. He is a man weighed down by his losses, and he knows that it will only take you one look at him to realize that, he can only hope you'll be willing to look away once more.

Still, nothing else matters when he finds you; you're all he can think of. He looks at you and his lungs fill with air for the first time since you went.

You are different too, he can tell even from afar, your style is different, the way you carry yourself is different, but most of all, your eyes are much sadder than he remembers and for a second he can't help but wonder if you've lost him too. If this is what you look like when you're the one left behind.

The answer to that question comes quickly. For as much as he wants nothing more in the world than run straight into your arms and never leave again, he makes himself wait long enough to observe. His assumptions were wrong, this Earth's Spider-Man is alive, you aren't alone… although you might as well be.

He should have left, the moment he found out you already had him, he should have left. And he would have, would have left you to your life, keeping his damned claws out of it, would have left this Earth, if with an unsalvageable heart, and never looked back, if only you were happy here. But you aren't, he has seen it.

Had he spent just a little less time watching you, observing, making sure you were content and safe, had he left any sooner, he would have never even known you already had a Miguel. Because your, and that word tastes acidic in his mouth, Miguel is far more content being Spider-Man than he is spending time with you.

In the two weeks Miguel has been… watching over you, your boyfriend, he took the time to check for a ring on either one of your fingers, the pendejo couldn't even bother to marry you, has missed a grand total of four date nights, a frankly uncountable amount of calls, and has made you worry sick in front of the TV watching the news for updates on his health. Miguel’s blood boils just thinking about it, and by the defeated gaze you've been wearing the entire time, this is nothing new.

He doesn't cherish you, that is an obvious truth. He has no idea how much he could lose, has no idea just how much could be ripped away from his fingers, regardless of how good of a Hero he becomes, he doesn't even realize that you are without a shred of doubt the best thing that ever has or ever will happen to him. Miguel has never wanted to punch another version of himself so badly in his entire life.

If something were to happen to you, your Miguel would not find out about it for who knows how long, Hell, he has been watching you for weeks without him noticing, if he were to take you away right now he… Miguel, he would treat you right, he would give you all of his love and attention, every second of his time. You would never be left wanting for anything, least of all him. He knows exactly how important you are, exactly what it feels like when you're taken away and the world caves under him, on top of him, loses all its meaning.

He doesn't let himself think, not even for a moment, that in your original timeline he might have acted the same, just as cold and uncaring. Doesn't want to think that he might have left you sitting all night on a stiff couch, waiting for someone that will never arrive, doesn't want to think that he might have been the cause of the cascades of silent sobs that inevitably follow in the morning, when you're left with broken promises and not even a text to greet you. And most of all he doesn't want to think that you might have loved him anyway, through every slight, unconditionally.

He doesn't want to think of it and so he doesn't, even though it weighs heavy in the back of his mind as he prepares for the mission he has dubbed "your rescue".

The plan is simple, all too easy for him, that has already pretended to be another version of himself before, just to be by your side, always to be by your side. This is nothing but a… tiny inconvenience. He only has to pretend to be your boyfriend, your sorry, changed boyfriend, and convince you to follow him. He'll explain what he can later, once you're settled in the home you used to share in your original dimension that he still lives in.

Things will be rough for a while, he won't pretend otherwise, this change is going to need some time to get used to, but you will be loved, and he will be complete, and whatever it takes it will all work out in the end.

Miguel doesn't think of the ways it ended before, there is no need, he knows better now. This time it will work out because he wouldn't survive if it didn't, because there is nothing, nothing he would not do, nobody he would stop at to keep you alive. And most of all he doesn't think of your baby girl, of the daughter he has lost that you've never even met, soon enough it won't matter anyway. With you in his arms once more, the way it was always meant to be, he will make absolutely sure that you will have all the time in the world to bring Gabriella back.

When he gathers enough courage to enter your apartment, the smell of you that he has missed so dearly hits him in the guts so hard he has to keep himself from doubling over. The tears in his eyes are a little harder to conceal, but he hopes they might play in his favor, as he sees you hurry towards the door with a shout of his name, and he braces himself for your screams. You have every reason to be angry, you don't know any better, if you want to chew him up he will let you without complaint.

Still, the anger never comes. Even though you should want to punch him in the face, and you look like you do, you run to hug him with no hesitation, relieved. There are tears streaming down your face and you're looking at him as if he had stabbed you with his own hands, Miguel’s anger reaches an all time high at the sight. There is no time to find your boyfriend for a… stern talking to, not now that you need him, but his blood won't cool down anytime soon. In the future, he just might come back for a visit.

When he looks at you, his expression is softer than you've ever seen it, even he would know that, and he's holding you with the gentleness and care of a porcelain doll, he has to stop his hands from trembling when he raises them to caress your face. The curve of your nose is slightly different, he notes distractedly. He should have known better than to think you'd let your anger show, he had always been the one to scream and rage, and you had your tears and silent disappointment. He is left wondering which one hurt the other the most, the thought goes away just as fast as it came, he won't let any of this ever happen again.

“Miguel, are you alright?” your voice is soft, tentative, like you know that there's something different, that something has changed, subconsciously you probably do. It's enough to gather Miguel's complete attention, and that must be strange as well.

“Of course querida, forgive me for making you worry.” he hasn't felt this good since the last time he held you.

“I thought you had to stay at work late today.”

“Yes, well, it was about time I came home for a while. I missed you.” you can't begin to imagine how profoundly he means that.

“A while?” you sound so hopeful it breaks his heart, and renews his conviction, he couldn't bear to leave now, not without you.

“I was thinking of… a little vacation of sorts, a lengthy one. To spend some time together, make up for lost time.” then as an afterthought, because of all the things he's done and should apologize for this isn't one of them, he adds “Para mostrarte cuanto lo siento.”

You don't seem to hear the way he sounds a little out of his mind, don't see that what was supposed to be a reassuring smile looks more like a manic grin. He can't find it in himself to care, even though Lyla is here too, and she's looking at him with pity and a hint of badly disguised fear in her eyes. She shouldn't be able to show, or feel, this much emotion yet she does, and he lets her. It's good to see himself reflected into someone else's eyes, even when he blinds himself to it.

When you smile at him as if he'd just handed you the world, happy laughter filling the room that makes Miguel's breath hitch in his throat, he knows he has done the right thing. This time, he'll protect your kindness to his last breath, to anyone else's last breath, you'll never have to part again. Miguel laughs with you, a sound even he had forgotten, and holds you tight to his chest, as if he could hide you in it and protect you from all harm. All he can think of, as you leave, is that if your Earth were to collapse because of it, right in front of his eyes, at least you'd be safe. At least you'd be safe.

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The 911 fic writer’s guide to LA

I asked if anyone would be interested in a short little guide to LA for fic-writing reference, and surprisingly I got a lot of replies. I lived in LA for 20 years so while I’m not an EXPERT per se I thought there might be some knowledge I could share for people who want more info about the city of Los Angeles to add a bit of realism to their fics. I can’t cover everything, so this is just a sampling of stuff that may or may not be useful. I got some additional help from @swiftiesisters14 who added some great insights and details. YMMV of course!

Weather and climate: for the most part, yes, it is very warm and sunny in L.A. the majority of the year. Rain is very uncommon, especially from May - October, and when it does come it usually lasts a couple days up to maybe a week on and off. Rainstorms and thunderstorms are very rare. It does not snow but it does, very rarely, hail. Within a few miles of the ocean, mornings will be quite cold and cloudy thanks the marine layer–this is true even in the summer. “June Gloom” is a phenomenon in LA where we get a lot of cloudy weather in May/June (usually just in the morning although it can sometimes last all day). It can get fairly cold at night during the winter (though almost never below freezing). Even during the summer, nights aren’t as warm as you might imagine, as the dry air makes temperatures drop quicker once the sun goes down (if your characters are going anywhere during a warm day and expect to be there until night, they will most likely bring a jacket).

There’s a HUGE difference in weather/temperature between the coastal parts of the city and areas further east (and especially into the Valley, where it is frequently over 100 F degrees in the summer). Closer to the ocean, highs typically don’t break 90 unless there’s a heat wave, lows typically stay above 50 except for some nights in the winter. September is often the hottest month of the year (this surprises a lot of people). This also coincides with wildfire season, which used to be roughly September-October, but has started earlier and earlier and lasts later and later into the fall (hello climate change).

Most people from LA are fairly sensitive to the cold and will definitely wear jackets and such the minute it drops below 68 degrees. Many Angelenos do not own a proper winter coat or snow boots or rain boots. Air conditioning is very common in homes and businesses, so hot days are less of an issue if you’re staying indoors. The heat here is DRY, so if you’re used to sticky East Coast heat, this is a totally different beast. Hot weekend days result in swamped beaches and tons of beach traffic. When it DOES rain, even just a little drizzle, the entire city tends to go fucking nuts, and everyone forgets how to drive (a stereotype that is unfortunately very accurate). I imagine the 118 gets LOTS of calls on rainy days because Angelenos just do not understand how to deal with rain.

Santa Ana winds: you may have heard of these. they suck. Basically an extremely hot, extremely dry, extremely high-speed wind that blows into LA for a week/up to a few weeks at a time and make your allergies go crazy. Trust me, it’s miserable. It usually happens in fall, although they can happen at other times of the year (and doesn’t necessarily happen every year. They’re unpredictable). A weather advisory will go out discouraging from making outdoor fires/doing fire-related activities during this time, as fires can spread extremely rapidly in these conditions. The Santa Anas have a somewhat mythological status in LA, because people sort of think they make people crazy and unpredictable (i mean, it’s not hard to see why--who wouldn’t be irritable in these conditions?) In addition to the Santa Anas, wind storms in general are not uncommon, especially in fall, and winds can cause a lot of damage to powerlines/trees/etc.

Wildfire season: Usually at its peak in September/October, can last all the way into December some years. Areas that are susceptible to burning are the hilly/mountainous areas that surround LA, including Topanga Canyon, the Santa Monica mountains, the San Gabriel Mountains, Malibu, etc. Even if there is a fire that’s miles and miles away, depending on winds it can cause the air in LA to be very smoky and dangerous to breathe. There can sometimes be ash literally falling from the sky...like you go to your car and it’s just coated in ash. Again, this doesn’t happen every year but it’s becoming more and more frequent. 2020 was a particularly bad wildfire year.

Water: California has basically been in one giant drought for the past two decades. Water conservation is a big deal, especially in LA which literally imports a lot of its water. There’s restrictions on when/how long/how you water your lawn. When conditions get really bad, they will place restrictions on commercial water features (fountains and the like) and do stuff like make it so that restaurants only serve you water if you ask for it. There’s always stuff about shortening showers/washing dishes more efficiently/etc. I wouldn’t say it’s necessarily something Angelenos think about on a day-to-day basis but it is part of living in LA.

Earthquakes: small earthquakes happen fairly frequently and most people won’t even notice them (what often happens is you’ll be sitting there and you’ll be like was that an earthquake? And then you google whether there was an earthquake nearby). Occasionally a small-to-medium earthquake might wake you up in the middle of the night. Larger earthquakes that actually cause injuries/fatalities are much rarer.

Driving and Traffic: traffic in L.A. is no joke. If your characters are driving virtually anywhere during the afternoon, they WILL be stuck in traffic or they will worry about getting stuck in traffic. Fridays are the absolute worst traffic days. Something can be “10 minutes away” and take half an hour to actually drive. (For instance, Buck’s drive to get to Eddie’s? during peak traffic hours that could take easily 30-40 minutes). Traffic is a huge consideration in most Angelenos daily lives–-there are certain places you just DO NOT GO during certain hours of the day if you can avoid it, or you have to budget in extra time in case there’s bad traffic. Gridlock in main arteries of the city is extremely common.

LA drivers are known to be aggressive, decisive, and rude. If you display a single second of hesitation or indecisiveness on the road (whether thats making a turn or changing lanes or running a yellow) you WILL get honked at. Maybe this is why Eddie prefers to have Buck drive him around. Pedestrians on the other hand are incredibly timid and cautious. You will almost never see people in LA jaywalking the way they do in East Coast cities.

A common topic of conversation in LA is various driving routes (yes, it’s a stereotype, but at least when I lived there it was true). Why? Because it is essential to know multiple routes to get from place to place because one or more of them will be congested, and knowing alternate routes can be a lifesaver (although everyone uses apps now, but that is its own topic of discussion amongst Angelenos.)

Freeways are referred to as “the ___” (so the 10, the 405, the 101, the 5, etc. Although the Pacific Coast Highway is just PCH--almost no one calls it the 1). There are very few toll roads in LA--in fact, I don’t know of any.

Parking in L.A. also sucks, and knowledge of little-known, cheap and/or questionably legal places to park in popular neighborhoods is social capital. Restaurants with valet parking outside are very common in certain upscale neighborhoods (Cher Horowitz was right about that).

Public Transportation: has improved somewhat over the past decade when they built out the Metro a little, but is still pretty paltry and inconvenient given the size of the city. L.A. remains a very driving-heavy city. Truthfully, in my 20 years of living in LA i almost never took public transportation except when I was too young to drive and took the bus. LA is also not a very bike-friendly city, and there are only a few streets with dedicated bike lanes. BUT you will often see people biking on dedicated bike paths near the beach.

Geography of the city: It’s hard to fathom just how big and sprawling LA actually is unless you’ve lived here or another geographically huge city like it. You can spend your whole life living in L.A. and there will be parts of the city you have never set foot in and know virtually nothing about (and that is partially because traffic makes getting around to these different enclaves extremely arduous). It is a sprawling behemoth, like six or seven cities smushed into one. And actually, there ARE in fact five other cities/unincorporated communities that exist within the borders of Los Angeles: Santa Monica, Culver City, Beverly Hills, West Hollywood, and Marina del Rey, as well as surrounding municipalities that many people consider “L.A.” (such as Compton, Pasadena, Santa Clarita, Malibu, Long Beach, Burbank, Glendale, etc. etc.) As it would be impossible to run through every neighborhood in L.A., here are just a few popular areas near the downtown area where the 118 firehouse is (apparently) located. This is roughly moving east-west but you can look at a map for more precise geography:

Downtown: definitely the most dense “urban-y” part of L.A. with tons of skyscrapers, high-rises, etc. Downtown LA is huge, with lots of sub-neighborhoods and districts, including the Fashion district, Chinatown, Skid Row, and Little Tokyo. Like any downtown, there are a lot of attractions here, like the convention center, sports arenas, theaters and music venues, nightlife etc. This is where Buck’s loft is according to this helpful guide and based on the establishing shot they use, which includes the East Columbia building, a notable Art Deco building that is smack downtown. (It’s the greenish building with the clock on it that you can see in many episodes). To the southwest of downtown is where you’ll find the University of Southern California (USC) where May is starting college.

Silverlake/LA River area: includes Silver Lake, Echo Park (home to Dodger Stadium), Los Feliz, Little Armenia, Westlake and the Griffith Park area (home to the LA Zoo). To be honest I don’t know this area very well because I lived in West LA and didn’t spend a lot of time over here, and also it has gentrified quite a bit. Silver Lake is pretty artsy and trendy, with a lot of small local businesses, and also has historical ties to the LGBT community so there are lots of queer-friendly bars and community spaces.

Koreatown (aka K-Town): pretty cool/trendy neighborhood that was historically home to L.A.’s large Korean immigrant population. The makeup of this neighborhood now is actually a majority Latine, but you’ll still find a lot of Korean food and markets in K-Town. A very commercial area with lots of bars, restaurants, clubs, and shops as well as apartments. Koreatown has an extremely fascinating history, which I will not go into here.

Hollywood: super touristy, this is where you can find the walk of fame (the stars with celebrities names on them), the Chinese Theater, and like, Ripley’s Believe or Not museum. Used to be where most of the major film studios had their studios, but most of them have moved. Best place in Hollywood in MY opinion is the Hollywood Bowl, which is a beautiful outdoor concert venue tucked into the hills.

West Hollywood: a fairly upscale residential and shopping area, but not a bougie as Beverly Hills and not as touristy as Hollywood. West Hollywood is actually its own city/town (although Hollywood is NOT), and is well-known as a historically LGBT+ village/district (historically much of L.A.’s gay population lived here...these days it’s a bit more complicated thanks to gentrification.) As such it’s got a little more of an “alternative” reputation than Hollywood and Beverly Hills, although to be honest it’s lost a lot of its “edge” so to speak. This is where you’ll find the Sunset Strip (historic nightlife area on Sunset Blvd--I would say its more touristy nightlife). Nearby you’ll also find The Grove shopping center, and the La Brea tarpits and The Los Angeles County Museum of Art (LACMA), both of which are popular field trip destinations.

Beverly Hills: actually a separate city from LA but it’s kind of right in the middle of it. Very upscale. Home to Rodeo Drive, Lots of upscale shopping, big beautiful houses, luxury hotels, trendy restaurants, etc. It’s basically where all the rich people live and hang out and it’s very, like, bougie and curated. Parts of Beverly Hills are in fact hilly, but most of the commercial areas are flat.

West LA: Lots of smaller residential neighborhoods interspersed with commercial corridors (this is where I’m from). You’ll find Sawtelle Japantown here (kind of a smaller Little Tokyo with Japanese markets and shops), as well as “Little Tehran”/Tehrangeles (lots of Persian markets, shops and restaurants. There’s a large community of Iranian-Americans in this part of the city and you’ll definitely see signs in Persian/Farsi.) Brentwood is another upperclass/rich people neighborhood around here, as well as UCLA’s campus in Westwood. I believe according to this guide that Eddie, Bobby and Athena, and potentially Hen and Karen all live near West LA (looks like Athena and Bobby’s house might be in Culver City? idk)

Culver City: another city within LA. Culturally speaking I’d say Culver city is pretty much like West LA and it has gentrified a LOT in the past decade or so. Idk what else to say about Culver City...it has a romance-centered independent bookstore called The Ripped Bodice. And an ice rink!

Santa Monica: this is slightly further afield but still significant because Santa Monica is where the closest beaches are located, and is obviously home to the Santa Monica Pier (RIP). Parts of Santa Monica are pretty trendy and upscale, and is also kind of “business-y” because a lot of entertainment companies are headquartered here. 3rd Street Promenade is a pedestrian-only shopping district that’s quite popular, with 3 blocks of shops, restaurants, movie theaters, and more. Lots of buskers and street performers. A popular hangout for families and youths (or at least it was when I was a youth). There’s also a huge mall at one end of it.

Other beach communities: Venice Beach (has a very weed and art and hippies vibe, and is where you’ll find the boardwalk with lots of artisan stalls and shops), Marina Del Rey (lots of restaurants and boats and water-based activities), the Palisades (beautiful oceanside cliffy/hilly neighborhood where lots of rich people live), Malibu (very bougie, touristy, and upscale.)

LAX: not a neighborhood, but I thought I’d include the infamous airport of Los Angeles. (There are actually something like 4-5 other nearby airports, but LAX is the biggest). LAX is kind of infamously terrible, because it’s huge, often congested, annoying to navigate, and not very well-planned. Getting in and out during peak travel times can be a nightmare. Driving someone to/from LAX is a true act of love (I only do it for my most beloved family members and friends). The best thing I can say about LAX is that there’s an iconic art installation as you drive in/out, which are these pillars that light up in different colors.

The Valley: directly north of the other areas I just covered. Referred to as one entity by people who don’t live there, but the Valley is actually comprised of many different cities, including LA, Burbank, Calabasas, and San Fernando. It is MUCH hotter here than the rest of LA and a little more suburban-y. My experience of the Valley as someone who does NOT live there is mainly “ugh I have to drive to the Valley.” AKA, it’s to be avoided. Burbank has its own airport and a lot of the film studios are headquartered there.

Demographics: L.A. is one of the most diverse cities in the world. About a quarter of residents of Los Angeles are white (non-hispanic). Latine people make up about half the population (mainly Mexican and Mexican-Americans). There are also sizable Black, East Asian (mainly Chinese, Japanese, and Korean), Arabic, and South Asian populations. Additionally, LA is home to the largest concentration of Armenians and Iranians outside of Armenia and Iran, respectively. There is a significant and diverse Jewish population.

Food: as you might imagine, the huge amount of diversity in L.A. means the food is equally diverse (and extremely delicious). You can find almost any kind of cuisine in L.A., but common types of cuisine include: sushi, thai, Persian (my personal favorite food to get in LA), chinese, pizza, Jewish delis, shawarma, pho, Korean BBQ (particularly in K-Town) and of course, tacos and other Mexican food, along with your standard “American” fare like burgers (you might find yourself wondering why everyone is so obsessed with In-N-Out even though their french fries are such garbage....), seafood (lots of nice-ish seafood places near the beach where the food is overpriced bc you’re really paying for the view), sandwiches (Bay Cities my beloved <3), etc. as well as lots of trendy fusion cuisine. Additionally, everyone who lives in LA has gone to Roscoe’s Chicken and Waffles at least once their life--it is an institution.

Housing: Expensive. I mean, what did you expect? Single-family homes are quite common in LA vs. apartment buildings and condos. In addition, there is a HUGE population of unhoused people in Los Angeles (in fact it ranks No. 2 for the highest number of people experiencing homelessness in the US). I won’t go into all the political hows and whys here, but this is a huge humanitarian crisis and a powder-keg issue amongst LA residents.

Most houses have a backyard and a front lawn and may or may not have a fence/gate. Few houses have basements. I don’t really know why that is.

Lots of houses and apartment complexes have pools, but mainly in richer/upper-class neighborhoods who can afford the upkeep. Many LA parks have a community pool. Some schools even do, too.

Trees and flowers: I personally like knowing what kind of plants there are in any given setting, so here are some noteworthy trees and flowers found in LA:

Palm trees -- of course. The classic. Particularly common to the Venice, Santa Monica, and Beverly Hills areas, but you can find them all over. There are actually a lot of different types, but the most common is the extremely tall skinny Mexican fan palm variety.

Jacarandas -- certain neighborhoods in LA will burst into furious purple bloom during jacaranda season (usually April-June) and the sidewalks will be littered with squished flowers for weeks

Ficus trees -- idk maybe these were specific to my neighborhood but we had a LOT of them

Birds of paradise -- I think this is the official flower of LA. Found in a lot of gardens.

Bougainvillea

Night-blooming jasmine -- smells incredible

Other notes: trees don’t really change color in the fall--you might see a few here and there with orange leaves, but for the most part we don’t get that nice fall foliage (nor do we really...have a fall season...). Grass lawns are common in residential areas (sadly) but more and more people are replacing them with succulent gardens and native gardens (yay!).

School: Public schools in LA go Grades K-5 for elementary, 6-8 for Middle School, and 9-12 for High School. The school year starts mid-August and ends mid-June (evidently they changed this since I was in school). Kids get three weeks of vacation for winter break (usually the week before Christmas - week after New Years) and one week for Spring Break (around Easter).

Sports: there are TOO many sports teams for one city, even one as big as ours (absurdly, four of them share the same arena). They are as follows:

Baseball: the Dodgers are the main L.A. team (who are doing EXTREMELY well this season). They play at Dodger Stadium in Echo Park, and their fans tend to be more die-hard and stalwart. There’s also the Anaheim Angels, which some Angelenos root for, who play...idk somewhere in Anaheim.

Basketball: the Lakers, of course, and the Clippers. They both play at Staples Center which is located downtown (and as of last year is called Crypto.com Arena, ugh). In my experience Lakers fans are the most fair-weather of LA sports fans--they get super intense when the Lakers are good, and when they’re not, well... Clippers fans tend to be more die-hard and less fair-weather because, well, they have to be (sorry). The Sparks are the WNBA team. They ALSO play at the Staples Center (aka Crypto.com Arena but I refuse to call it that).

Hockey: the Kings. They ALSO play at The Stadium Formerly Known as Staples Center. I don’t follow hockey so idk anything else about them.

Football: the Rams and the Chargers. They both play at SoFi stadium in Inglewood (near the airport). Both are recent additions (2016 and 2017 respectively I think). When I lived in LA we had zero football teams and now we have two so I have no idea whats going on there.

Soccer: LAFC (Los Angeles Football Club) who play at the Banc of California Stadium near downtown and LA Galaxy who play at Dignity Health Sports Club near Compton. There is also a women’s team, Angel City FC, who also play at Banc of California Stadium. I know virtually nothing about soccer but hey, the stadium is going to feature heavily in the season 6 premiere!

Hollywood/celebrities/the Film Industry: you will absolutely see celebrities roaming around L.A. from time to time, especially if you frequent certain trendy areas like West Hollywood/Melrose, Santa Monica, Brentwood, etc. I wouldn’t say it’s common, but it’s not super rare. (I’ve seen like a handful of celebrities in the 20 years I lived there.)

You will DEFINITELY see filming happening all around the city. Usually you’ll see signs posted (usually with code names for whatever project it is), trucks, and tons of crewmembers walking around. Occasionally a street or other location might be blocked off for filming, but usually not anything too disruptive.

You will also see those “star-watchers” bus tours (where people go on a tour bus and they like drive around celebrity neighborhoods and look at celebrity houses) in and around the Beverly Hills, Hollywood, and West Hollywood areas. I use to see these tour buses every single day on my commute through Beverly Hills.

There’s also, of course, many people living in LA who work in the industry or are trying to make it as an actor or writer or what have you. There are disproportionately attractive waiters/baristas in certain parts of LA because many of them are waiting tables to support acting careers. This is a stereotype but it’s also pretty true in my experience.

Studios are kind of sprinkled all over the city--there are some in West LA, some in West Hollywood, but the biggest concentration of studios is in Burbank, which is actually its own city in the Valley.

Places to go: in case you want some ideas for fun outings for fic purposes, here’s a list of places in or within reasonable distance of LA (not an exhaustive list obviously):

Disneyland

Universal Studios

Knott’s Berry Farm (this is a small-ish theme park, not an actual berry farm in case that’s unclear)

Six Flags

The Long Beach Aquarium

The LA Zoo (of course)

The Griffith’s Observatory (and Griffith Park in general)

The Getty Museum (very beautiful museum up in the hills with a gorgeous view of the city)

The Getty Villa (different place, also a museum)

Huntington Gardens/Library/Museum

Walt Disney Concert Hall

Echo Park Lake (they have SWAN BOATS 🦢)

LA Science Center/Museum of Natural History

Museum of Contemporary Art (MOCA)

JPL (Jet Propulsion Lab): this is where Karen works. Located in Pasadena. Once or twice a year they’ll do an open house where you can go and learn all about the types of stuff they’re doing. It’s very cool!

Catalina Island

Various beaches--closest would be Santa Monica, Venice, Will Rogers (Pacific Palisades), Playa Del Rey, Dockweiler (to my knowledge this is the only beach that allows bonfires). A bit further: Hermosa Beach, Long Beach, Manhattan Beach, Malibu, Huntington Beach

San Diego! Technically close enough for a day trip, but due to traffic you’d most likely want to stay the night.

Palm Springs (same kind of deal, although I’ve done it as a day trip)

If there’s anything I left out that you want to know about, please shoot me a message and I’ll add it! If you spot any errors, please also let me know. This is based mostly on my knowledge/experience of living in LA, but I did some additional research for stuff I wasn’t sure about or just needed a little more detail on (shout out to @swiftiesisters14 for her help!)

The geography might be a little generalized and I left out a LOT of the city, mostly because I just don’t think anyone wants to read a twenty-page paper on LA neighborhoods. If you want any additional details on a certain area/topic feel free to shoot me a message and I’ll do my best to help.

In general, if you ever have questions about LA while writing fic, I am happy to answer to them (if I can).

#911 fic writing reference #911 fic writers guide to LA #i actually had so much fun putting this together #no idea if any of it is remotely helpful but hey now you know a little more about LA

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dumbass-tumbler-cryptid · 11 months

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This was really fun for me and a nice little break from the other stuff I write and people seemed to like the other two soooo....

Paz lives modern au part 3

part 1 part 2

Miles made good on his promises to Paz after their fight

He’d get Spider ready for the day every morning and would get the toddler ready for bed every night

Spider loved getting so much of his daddy’s attention.

Before his parents fight Spider would maybe get held by his dad for a few minutes before being passed to his mama, or his dad would half heartedly wave some toys in front of his face.

Now Miles was invested, always giving his undivided attention to Spider, putting 100% of his effort into being a good dad.

He put just as much effort into being a better husband too.

Miles started to cook for his family on the weekends. And he was bad at it.

When he was a bachelor he lived off t.v dinners or unseasoned boiled chicken and vegetables.

So when Paz watched him plonk some unseasoned chicken into a pot of boiling water she said oh hell no.

Paz and Miles cooked together after that so that Miles could learn.

Miles even took it upon himself to learn by watching food network during his lunch breaks at work.

He could competently cook a decent meal by himself after a few months.

Miles did start paying Paz to be a stay at home mom. $1,000 cash every Friday

When he asked Paz if she thought that was enough she was stunned and just said yeah. She was only going to ask for half that amount.

When their second child was born Miles took as much paternity leave as he could.

He was only given two weeks but he luckily had a lot of vacation days saved up (having never taken a day off once in his entire military career) so took another two weeks of vacation time, then worked it out to where he could work from home for two weeks after that.

He basically spent the time policing Spider while Paz took care of the new baby.

They’d switch kids depending on their needs, (Spider just wanting his mama, Miles agreeing to hold the baby while he slept because he’d start crying as soon he was put down) and so they could both properly bond with the new baby while making sure Spider wasn’t feeling neglected by either of his parents.

Just because I like the idea, Miles and Paz unintentionally keep up with Jake and Neytiri when it comes to baby making.

They never plan a single one of their kids either

I don’t mean in a natural family planning way, I mean in an irresponsible, horney on main kinda way.

Which no one would even expect because Miles and Paz aren’t very affectionate with each other. Not publicly at least.

In private though, when they can let there walls down, they are one of the most loving couples you could find

I like the idea of them having two other boys then a girl.

Because I feel Miles especially would feel super comfortable with his ability to raise boys

So they’re on baby number 4 and they find out they're having a girl and Paz is just like “oh. I didn’t even think we could make those.”

Meanwhile you could knock Miles over with a feather.

He’s freaking out (internally, not showing it all externally) all the way up until their daughter is born.

He instantly falls in love. He instantly fell in love with all his kids but this is different. This is his baby girl.

I imagine the kids all being about 2-3 years apart. Spider would be 7-8 when his little sister is born.

Spider is a protective big brother, but he’s not responsible like Neteyam. Oh no. He’s the ring leader type of big brother.

Anything wrong happens in the house his parents are coming to interrogate him first because he either knows everything or started everything.

The kids are all pretty well behaved though. They just get up to normal, weird kid shenanigans that are typically harmless, although somebody will end up in the e.r every once in a blue moon.

Miles is the disciplinarian. He doesn’t yell (because Paz would kick his ass if he did) but he will use his stern commander voice when the kids have screwed up.

Paz is more like “is that the best you can do?

#miles quaritch #spider socorro #miles spider socorro #colonel miles quaritch #paz socorro #miles quaritch x paz socorro

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startrekfangirl2233-writes · 1 year

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staaar!! congrats in 100!!! im so happy for you!

think you'll be up for bob x reader, person a going all out for person b's birthday? 👀👀 (maybe sprinkle in "show me how much you want me"??)

Fireball! Thanks so much for this request and your well-wishes! Here's Bob for you. He's very sweet and I'm happy to report that he does indeed fuck. This is Fluff Request 3 Person A going all out for person B’s birthday combined with Smut Request 7 "Show me how much you need me." I hope you like it!

The Cabin in Calabasas

Robert Floyd, for all of his mild-mannered, glasses-wearing, gentle visage, is a colossal lover of the outdoors. You’d met on a hike, of all things, up in the Calabasas Mountains. He’d seen you lagging behind your group of friends, snapping pictures of the vista, and kept pace with you. You’d chatted about anything and everything as you’d meandered on the cliffs. As the sun set over a ridge, you’d snapped a picture of his face, sweaty but grinning, the sun a halo around his head. That picture is still your contact photo for him, so many years later.

You have other pictures of him, too, on other days and other times where he made you feel like the luckiest woman alive. He’d confided to you once that he was surprised you’d looked twice at him at all. That you’d ever want to be in a relationship with him at all. The Birth Control Glasses, BCGs as they’re known in the Navy, he’d spit with vitriol, had been enough to deter others before. And that was if his colleagues would let him talk to a girl at all. Your Robby, the love of your life, he’d been so nervous when he’d asked you to marry him. He’d looked scared, scared that you’d reject him. Scared that you’d laugh in his face for even considering asking such a thing. He’d cried when you said yes, and that’s your favorite picture. The two of you, with red-rimmed eyes and huge grins, cheeks squished against each other as you stood on the mountain ridge where you’d met for the first time. Bob’s glasses were awry, and your hair was a mess, but you can’t remember being any happier than that day.

You’d stood by Robby through each deployment and each tour overseas. His most recent deployment, the so-called special detachment? You’d had a heart attack when he’d called you from the hospital to tell you that his plane had gone down, but that he was okay, only his glasses had broken. You’d overnighted his second pair of glasses to Miramar, California, and made him promise you he’d come back home.

Six months out from that mission, and a lot of things have changed. Robby’s now permanently located out of Top Gun, and you’ve joined him in Miramar. You still remember seeing his squadron’s faces when you’d walked into their local watering hole, the Hard Deck, two weeks after that mission and plopped yourself down in your husband’s lap. He’d grinned at you, wrapped an arm around your waist, and offered you some peanuts. You smiled, kissed your husband, and stole his soda in return. You’d turned to face the pool tables to see twelve pairs of eyes looking at you in shock. You could feel Robby’s grin and smug chuckle as he kissed your shoulder and introduced you as his wife.

So, all in all, life has been pretty good. You have your husband home and in your arms every night. And coming up on the eve of his twenty-ninth birthday, you’ve been planning up a storm. You’d found a friend of a friend with a cabin on the Calabasas only a couple of miles away from the ridge where you’d met Bob. She’d helped get the non-alcoholic sparkling grape juice up to the cabin and ensured that the oven was connected so you could pop your mother-in-law’s lasagna recipe into the oven when you got there. She’d also packed the cabin larder with all the food the two of you would need for a weekend away, including sticking the lasagna you’d prepped in the freezer.

On the morning of his birthday you wake him up with your mouth wrapped around his cock. This is a part of your Robby that you’ll never share with another soul. His breathy moans as he tangles his fingers in your hair while you choke on his cock? Yeah, that’s yours. Only yours. It’s a good morning all around when he fucks you in thanks until your legs are wobbling and his cum is dripping down your thighs as you brush your teeth while he shaves later.

The soft, sweet smile he gives you when the two of you pull into the parking lot at the trailhead in Calabasas is enough to send all the love you have for him glowing in your chest. The atmosphere is light as the two of you walk leisurely along the trail you’ve walked a million times before. You’ve got your camera in hand as you approach the top of the trail, and you’re busy as a bee, snapping pictures of everything that catches your eye. As a besotted fool, it’s no wonder that the subject of many of your photos is sweet Robby.

The two of you spend forty-five minutes on the ridge, stopping to eat a snack and drink some water, before you lead him onwards. You can see the confusion on his face as he pushes his glasses up his nose when you lead him off the path you’ve followed together so many times before. It’s only a half an hour more when you step out through the trees and see the cabin sitting in a charming little clearing in front of you. You stretch before tugging on Robby’s hand to get him to follow you.

“Angel, where are we? What’s going on?” He’s grabbed your hand and stopped you just shy of the porch steps. Your own smile is incandescent as you press into his skin and kiss his soft lips.

“This, Robby,” you say, gesturing at the cabin, “is your birthday present! A weekend in the Calabasas, with your favorite things and your favorite person.”

His eyes grow misty and fond as he reels you into a kiss which has you weak at the knees before releasing you to open the door. The cabin is exactly as it had been advertised, rustic and homey, and absolutely gorgeous. The kiss you get as Robby presses you against the now closed door is extra proof that he loves his present. As are his wandering hands as he divests you of your clothing before laying you down on the sofa.

“Angel, my darling sweetheart, my beautiful wife.” He’s panting as he looks at you spread out for him. “I love you so much. I thank my lucky stars every day that I met you on that hike. And that I was brave enough to ask for your number. And I thank you every day when I wake up in the morning and see you lying in bed next to me.”

“You thank me?” Your fingers are soft as you cup his jaw, running your fingers through the hair curling just slightly at the back of his neck. “Why?”

“Because you said yes when I asked you to marry me.” He presses a kiss against your breast before looking back into your eyes. “Because you make me so happy, every day. Because I don’t think I’d have found the strength to continue working for the Navy if I didn’t have you cheering for me every day, BCGs and all.”

It's your turn to cling to your husband as you kiss him with all your strength. Your hands wander, unbuttoning his shirt and shoving it off of his built chest before you undo his belt and unbutton his jeans. When you slip your hand in to cup his cock, he’s already hard, his thick length twitching in your grasp. As much as you love the man wielding the cock, you love his cock too. It’s thick and fills you up just right and you never fail to walk funny when he gets going. But while normally, Robby lets you position him as you want, today, he holds your hand.

His voice is throaty and sexy as he rasps, “Show me how much you need me.” Your moan is soft as you part your legs and hold apart your folds until he can see the glisten of your arousal. He drags his glasses off, setting them on the coffee table before he wraps his lips around your clit. This time, your back arches as he sucks on your clit, trailing his fingers through your slick before burying one long digit in your hole. You're seeing stars in no time at all as he slides another finger in and begins to scissor you open. This is always a requirement for when you have sex. You're often too sore when you take him without prep, something that worries him as much as it makes his chest puff with pride.

You're on the brink of an orgasm when he withdraws his fingers and you prop yourself up on your elbows to see what he does next. He uses your arousal to slick up his cock and the first blunt press of the head into you has your eyes rolling back into your head.

"Oh, Angel. You take me s'good. I love how tight you are." Robby peppers kisses across your chest and slack mouth as he fucks into you until you've taken him to the hilt. Your hands are curled around his neck as you kiss him, groaning as he begins to move. Each thrust hits that spongy spot in you that makes your toes curl. It's not long before you're babbling, walls fluttering spasmodically around his length as your orgasm approaches.

"Gonna fuck a baby into you, Angel. Gonna make you a pretty Mama. Can't wait to see your belly all round with my babies." His voice sends even more arousal pooling in your gut as you beg him to let you cum. It's only three short strokes before his fingers find your clit and your orgasm explodes behind your eyes. You can feel Robby's hips lose momentum as he spills into you shortly after.

For several moments, it's quiet. Sweat cools across your skin and his, before Robby pulls his glasses on and walks butt-naked into the kitchen to wet a paper towel and grab you a glass of water. His smile is sheepish and soft as he cleans the cum dripping from between your thighs before drawing you into his lap. You curl easily into him, loving the softness of his skin against your own.

"Robby?" Your voice is soft as you card your fingers through his hair. "What was it you said about wanting to put a baby in me?"

His face flushes, a blush rising on his cheeks as you kiss him before rising out of his lap and walking into the kitchen. He's right behind you as you preheat the oven, still naked, and pull out the lasagna from the freezer. His eyes are soft as they chronicle every move you make.

"Angel, I said I wanted to have a baby with you." His hands are gentle as he pushes you aside and gently pops the cork on the sparkling grape juice. He pours you a glass before sipping on it himself. The bubbles burst crisply across your tongue as you sip on the juice.

You can't resist the smile on your face as you step into your husband's arms before whispering, "Lieutenant Floyd, I think you need to get the prescription on those BCGs checked. There's a Baby Floyd On Board already. This one's been cooking for about 3 months."

He whoops in glee as he swings you around before kissing you hard, murmuring tearily into your ear, "Thank you for going all out for my birthday. I love you, Mrs. Floyd."

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note from the buttermom: thank you thank you thank you to everyone who posted comments sending good wishes to buttercup. here's an update on everyone's favorite floofy baby:

on wednesday buttercup seemed a little aloof, hanging out on her favorite chair instead of stalking me like she always does. i was concerned but chalked it up to the fact that i was running around like a crazy person prepping for thanksgiving and wasn't giving her the attention she needed.

then on thursday she was way off. way way off. very lethargic, slinking away when i tried to pet her, drool staining her mouth and discharge around her nose, and her breath was even worse than kitty breath should be. my panic was mounting all day long as i fought not to google her symptoms (because i default to impending-doom-mode). by evening i was beside myself with worry but also worried i was overreacting; finally my husband practically shoved me out the door to take her to the emergency vet, if only so i wouldn't keep him up all night worrying.

initially the vet thought she just had an upper respiratory infection, based on her nasal discharge, drool, and lethargy. however upon her exam they noted the bad breath and that her belly was extremely sensitive - she did her big girl 'leave me alone' growl the moment they touched her. those are both tell-tale signs of an intestinal blockage so they took her back for imaging.

which i could hear her not enjoying from the waiting room. they ultimately had to sedate her to get a proper image and exam done. i got to snuggle her while the drugs kicked in though so that was nice.

when she was calm enough they were able to get some imaging and discovered what they call a "linear foreign body" - eg she had swallowed some string or yarn. (there was also some still stuck in her mouth, wrapped around and under her tongue.) this is exceptionally dangerous because one end can get snagged in the digestive track while the rest of it continues to get pushed through, resulting in the small intestine essentially bunching itself up like a tube sock, and then it can start to shred. when that happens, the only way to repair it is to remove the damaged sections of intestine.

if i hadn't brought her in, she would have died.

she needed surgery immediately.

they gave me a few moments alone with her, during which i sobbed uncontrollably and told how much i love her and that she needed to be brave and strong and come home to me.

then they took her back and sent me home, where i continued to cry and clean up every last inch of the lower level of the house of anything that could possibly be string or string-adjacent. (today i tackle the upper level.)

finally around 4 am they called me with the best possible version of this horrible situation: the string had only gotten as far as her stomach. they were able to remove it from her stomach, esophagus, and mouth, and there was no sign that it had moved into her small intestine so they didn't have to do any further cutting. there may be small remnants passing through, and her pancreas is inflamed which is rather concerning, so she needs to be monitored for a while still.

they'll be keeping her for at least the rest of today (friday), maybe tomorrow too. they need to make sure she's eating again (i'm pretty sure she hadn't eaten in almost 2 days), properly hydrated, and using the litterbox - all of which are signs that her intestines haven't been damaged and are working properly.

i may get a chance to visit her this afternoon, and will post further updates as i know more.

i am so grateful to the staff at the emergency vet hospital - and even more grateful that they were open last night on the holiday, given that every other vet clinic in 100 miles was closed. they were so kind to me as i broke down crying in the office, and were completely in love with buttercup at first sight (who isn't?) and ready to do anything and everything to save her life.

the house is painfully quiet and empty without the magnificent butterbeast prowling the halls. cross your fingers and toe-beans that she'll be able to come home soon and have a speedy recovery, with lots of good drugs to keep her calm and pain-free as she heals. she'll have to wear the angry lamp for a while, but she's going to be okay.

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A thief, A friend, And a brother

Chapter 2

Chapter summary: It feels like after you meet someone you notice them a lot more everyday doesn't it? At least with Mr. Dixon that’s how it is.

Daryl Dixon x reader

Word count:1,282

Estimated read time: 9 minutes

Chapter 3 is out!

A/N:there are a whole lot of original characters names in here, the reason being the flow of the story, while I would love to put real characters names it wouldn’t make sense going forward, I also promise they will help the relationship later, the first few chapters are more background and relationship set up than anything else, hope you enjoy, Daryl time soon.

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You enjoy the places you work, the diner is a little more fun than the liquor store but they were both quite easy for you. You loved the social aspect of the diner and how you could connect with your customers, but you also loved how calm the liquor store was most days. It was also common that you did small day work at the local bookstore for an old man named Mr. Hamlin who paid you for your efforts.

On this particular day your schedule looked like this: 6am-1pm at the diner, then 3:30pm-9pm at the liquor store.

You get dressed and by 5:20 you are out of the house. You arrive at the diner after a short walk at 5:46 and say a quick good morning to your co-workers. your favorite of the employees being a shorter spunky girl named Kaya and a very nice but sheepish named Denise. As you hang up your jacket and put on your apron, customers start entering. The day was fairly quiet until a familiar face from last night entered the diner with a couple friends in tow.

“I got this one yall” you yelled to the other servers as you walked over to the table he chose.

Merle looked up at you and smiled his flirtatious grin. “Well goo’mornin’ darlin’ how you been”

You rolled your eyes at his tone and chuckled a bit “I’ve been great Merle”

“That’s great” he looked at the people of his table and began to point “that one right there is-“

You cut him off and began your own pointing “Tristan, Bentley, Buck, Skrewy and..”

You hesitated and looked at the last person. Daryl didn’t look much like his brother, he was smaller, with more hair and a mole next to his mouth. One thing they did have in common though was their bright blue eyes that looked like doll eyes in a way.

“Oh!” You snapped out of thought. “Daryl, sorry my brain goes 100 miles a minute”

You look back at Merle.

“damn girl you know everyone”

“Well Tristan is my friends older brother, Bentley comes by the liquor store every Sunday for a big cup of Mountain Dew, and Skrewy fixes all my shit when it breaks”

You always knew your town was incredibly small, everyone seemed to be in everyone else’s business. It seemed that everyone knew your neighbor Dolores slept with Roger the mailman- everyone but her husband that is- and the same could be said for Mr. Roberts on 13 Jawson rd sleeping with mrs abbigail when his wife Sharon isn’t home, or how everyone knew Mrs. Crawford was retiring. Everyone knew almost everything and everyone.

“Darlin’, can we get a couple of burgers and beers for the table?” Merel gestures to the table of people while he talks.

You quickly wrote the order on the notepad and asked if they would like anything else before giving the order to the cook. The whole time you served other tables you could feel someone’s eyes on you, those electric blue eyes belonged to Daryl Dixon. Why did you stop when you had to say his name? Were you thinking about all the rumors you heard of him and his family? Did you have something to say? Or did you just not want to serve the town trash? All things were going through his mind as he stared you down. He had a habit of hating people before giving them a chance and to him you were no different than the others.

“____! order for table 6!” The cook shouted for you from across the diner.

“That’s on me!” You yelled backed before going to get the plates and drinks

“Here you guys go, 5 burgers, one with no lettuce, 3 with fries, and 5 beers. Enjoy.”

“Oh we will Miss____, thank you”

You continued your rounds and after about an hour Merle’s party left, and a couple hours later it was time for you to head to the liquor store. With a quick goodbye to Denise and Kaya you were walking your way to the store.

“Well good morning Mr. Murphy!” You yell at the old black man who always seemed to be outside the store smoking his cigarette.

“____ you know good and well it’s no longer morning….. but hello to you too” he chuckled and took another inhale of his cigarette before you walked inside.

“George?! Are you here?!” You cup your mouth looking for your boss.

BANG,CRASH……tonk

“God damn it!!” You hear your boss yell from the back room.

“Are you okay!?” You run toward the noise

“I’m fine, but the shelf and a month’s supply of mega gulp cups are not” he kicks one of the fallen cups in frustration.

George was an interesting man, to you at least. He had long brown hair to the middle of his back, dark brown eyes, and a horrid mouth on him only challenged by a sailor. You often found yourself getting lost in the tattoos that covered the man starting on his forehead, down his chest and arms and eventually falling down to his ankles. For being such an intimidating looking man he was quite childish, but in an extremely fun way. One time the two of you went to go buy his daughter clothes at the thrift store and you spent almost half an hour just looking for where he and his daughter kept disappearing too (they were inside the clothing racks everytime, giggling and screaming when you found them).

“What in the world happened anyway?” You asked a little befuddled at the scene before you.

“I tried grabbin’ the fucken Marlboro shipment box to restock and the shelf crippled itself, cups and the packs went everywhere.”

“Oh I’m so sorry could I help you?”

“Nah I don’t need it, just get out front and work the register, if anyone asks for Marlboro tell them we are out”

“And the cups?”

“I’ll put an out of order paper on the soda machine”

A slight sigh of frustration exists both of you before you walk into the front of the store while George cleans up. As if by coincidence the moment you get behind the register glass you make eye contact with 2 pairs of blue eyes.

“Oh!” You squeak in surprise.

“Well welll darlin’ this the 3rd time in the last 30 hours, you stalkin’ me or somethin?” Merle says, beaming with a cocky smirk.

“Who would stalk you?, And last I checked you’ve been to my friends house, my first job at the diner, and now you’re at my job at a liquor store. Sounds to me like you’re the stalker Mr. Dixon” you returned the smirk.

“If you two are done being fuckin weird I’d like my fuckin smokes” you finally hear the younger brother, Daryl, speak.

“Oh I’m sorry, what kind?”

You knew there was nothing wrong with this man. You had never even met before today. All knowledge you had of him was rumors. “That Dixon boy was in another damn fight”, “the Dixon boys caused another commotion”, “those Dixon boys were caught with drugs again” but you never confirmed any of these things to be true. ‘I don’t believe he was caught with drugs. Merle of course but I can’t see the younger one with them.’ You thought to yourself as you looked at the man while he scanned the cigarette options on the display behind you. ‘He’s got one hell of an ill mannered attitude though; as long as I don’t make him angry everything should be okay.’

The man finally looks back to you from the display and says “Marlboro”

‘Well fuck’

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Special thanks to my beta reader, Niaxn!

Thank you for reading

#daryl dixion imagine #daryl dixon #daryl dixon fanfiction #daryl x you #the walking dead #twd daryl #daryl dixon x you #merle dixon #reader insert #fan fic writing

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the-writer-nerd-ro · 7 months

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New Sphere Fic, enjoy!

Oh My God They Were Roommates

Sara Pena's first thought when Hunter moved in with her was that Hunter had way more clothes than you would think would fit in her tiny closet. Like, layers upon layers of ancient dresses, skirts, and blouses. It barely took one trip to get everything else Hunter owned, but it took three trips to get her clothes.

Not that Sara minded. She would have walked a thousand miles for Hunter. Just like that song, A Thousand Miles, by The Proclaimers.

Hunter Richardson's first thought when she moved in with Sara was that Sara had way more candles than any landlord would typically allow. And apparently, most of them were homemade, which she thought was something only Amish people did.

Other than the collection of fire hazards, Sara's apartment was incredibly normal. It didn't seem possible for such an extraordinary girl like Sara to have such an ordinary apartment. There were a couple of pride flags and a few fuzzy rugs, but most of the personality in the house came straight from Sara.

She lit up every room she entered, brighter than all of her candles, and Hunter was completely enamored.

Of course, Hunter had felt sparks since the first time they'd met, but now that things were more serious she knew she was 100% in love.

Which meant it was time for the talk.

"Sara?" Hunter asked at breakfast, the second morning she'd lived in Sara's apartment. Well, it was their apartment now.

"What's up?" Sara was eating a bowl of Lucky Charms, which seemed to be more marshmallows than cereal.

"What are we? I mean, is it too soon to say we're girlfriends?"

"No, you're just my roommate," Sara said.

Those three words, "just my roommate" felt like Sara had scooped out Hunter's heart with a cereal spoon.

"What?" Hunter asked, looking aghast. "But we… We kissed."

"Roommates kiss all the time?"

"I shared a bed with you the past two nights."

"Well, I only have one bed…"

Hunter swallowed hard so that she didn't start crying.

"But if you want me to be your girlfriend, you could always ask," Sara said helpfully.

"I thought I just did." Now Hunter was incredibly confused.

"No, you asked if we were girlfriends, not if I wanted to be your girlfriend."

"Oh."

Hunter sat back and caught her breath from that emotional roller coaster, before posing the question.

"Do you want to be my girlfriend?"

"I thought you'd never ask."

"Well, most people do that part before the moving in together part. So I figured we just skipped that step."

"We might do things out of order," Sara said, leaning so close that she nearly toppled out of her chair, "but I don't want to miss a single step with you."

Hunter leaned towards her, almost closing the distance before pausing for clarification. "So you do want to be my girlfriend?"

Sara nodded enthusiastically, knocking her forehead into Hunter's.

Hunter had been so worried only moments ago, that she couldn't help laughing now.

"I have to get ready for work, see you tonight?"

"I'll be here, Hun."

Hunter's heart nearly exploded again, but this time in a good way. A few days ago, she'd had no one to come home to, she’d barely even had a liveable living space. Now she had a home and a girlfriend who wanted to share that home with her, and she couldn’t be happier.

#sara pena #hunter richardson #sara x hunter #hunter x sara #drawfee #drawfee fanfic #my blorbos forever #still so obsessed with them

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vox-ex · 2 years

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Kármán line

Supercorptober Day 14 “soaring”

thanks to kmsdraws for the prompts

Kara copes after the phantom zone by flying toward the edge of space and inches above the ground

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The boundary between Earth and space is only 62 miles away. 100 kilometers. It's only an inch in a cosmic perspective — still within the pull of Eather's gravity, still within the bounds of its atmosphere, but as Kara stretches herself as far into as she can, soaring alongside the curvature of the horizon, 10 kilometers then 50, it feels lightyears away.

Kara closes her eyes, tilts her head back, and lets the sun wash over her face unimpeded. She takes a deep breath and exhales slowly. The little pressure remaining around her rushing in to fill her lungs. And despite the lack of air, despite the cold. There is a warmth that feels familiar in the airglow of Earth's silhouette, and there is an ease to breathing here she can't explain the science of. She opens her eyes and looks up, past the blue of the sky, to the black beyond.

Her heart is a paradox. Beating calm and steady here when it still fights against every shadow in her mind. But it's a different kind of nothingness here than where she's only just come back from, where she too easily returns when she closes her eyes at night. She finally finds in the vastness of space some capability of letting go of the darkness she found in the phantom zone. Replacing it with a more familiar inky black dotted by the glimmer of stars and galaxies she's come to call home. And she stays longer than she should, longer than she said she would, but it's worth it when she can feel the lightness of her heart when her feet finally touch down again.

She ducks back into her apartment, the blue light of the Earth's edge replaced by the orange hues of a late October evening.

She finds Lena waiting for her, just like she said she would be.

"Hey," Kara says, a smile touching the edges of her lips at the sight of her curled against the corner of her couch.

"Hey," Lena replies, untucking her legs from underneath her and placing the book she had been reading on the table beside her. "You were gone a while."

"I know. I'm sorry." Kara drops her head a little, hands twisting in the fabric of her cape.

"It's okay." Lena says getting up and walking over to where Kara is still standing just inside the window, stilling Kara's movements gently " I understand," and pulling her a little closer, lacing their fingers together, "I'm just glad you're home now."

Kara lets out a deep breath, "I missed you," her heart feeling even lighter with Lena in front of her.

"Maybe you'll take me with you next time."

Kara contemplates the thought, the feeling warm in her chest when she thinks of what it would be like to show Lena the world in her arms like that.

"We'd have to get you a suit." Kara smiles.

"Oh, I think I could manage," Lena replies with a smirk.

"And I'd have to teach you how to fly," Kara jokes, "I mean, you can't just go to space without knowing how to fly."

"How about now?" Lena says, her smirk turning into a full-blown grin.

"We-well, I mean, if..." Kara stumbles a little, her hand rubbing along the base of her neck and crinkle appearing between her brow.

But Lena just laughs, pulling Kara's hand back down and holding it once more, "relax darling, I was just joking."

"Oh," Kara replies, a faint blush coloring her cheeks.

She looks down at their hands still connected, her feet shifting side to side.

"There is something I could show you now if you'd like," her voice a little hesitant.

And this time, it's Lena who stumbles, "oh-I."

"w-we would just stay right here," Kara quickly adds, not wanting it to seem like too much.

Lena nods and squeezes her hand, "alright then."

"Can you step up?" Kara asks, holding her hands out.

"Step up?"

"Yeah, onto my boots."

Comprehension quickly dawns on Lena's face, along with a smile, and she does as Kara asks.

Once Lena is settled, Kara's hands fall to her waist, pulling her in just a little closer.

"Hold on for me, okay?"

"Okay."

Lena nods, bringing her arms up to wrap around Kara's shoulders.

Carefully, Kara starts to rise into the air, making sure Lena is still holding on even though they aren't really going anywhere.

"You're doing great." Kara says, looking down at her, "Just a couple tens of thousands of more feet to go, and we'll be all set."

A soft laugh escapes Lena's lips, and she looks up at Kara, pressing up onto Kara's boot until she's standing on her toes, lips pressing against Kara's cheek.

"I trust you." She whispers.

#supergirl #supercorp #supercorptober2022 #supercorptober #some more post pz feels #still soft but with that tinge of something heavy #because I just can't help it

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Hi friend! Hope you’re having a good night so far!!

For the three things asks: 4, 9, 11 & 14 please and thank you!

I am having a really good night, actually. I mean, aside from all the booms. I really don't love fireworks.

I hope you're having a fun night!

3 topics you’d love to learn more about I'm currently delving into Egyptian mythology and that's been fun and wild. Every time I think one mythology is the weirdest/most complicated thing I've ever heard, another comes around to completely surprise me.

Lucid dreaming. So I very rarely remember my dreams, but when I do, they are often frustrating and I wish I could take control. But there are telltale signs in them and I wish I could get my dream self to recognize them so I could have me a little fun. (Dude, last night I had a dream about vampires on a plane and it was freaky and I did have a moment there where I ALMOST recognized it was a dream. So close!)

Bookmaking and bookbinding. I go off on a spree like once every few years and had a really good teacher this winter show me how to make really simple fold booklets and now I'm on my shit again.

3 things you like doing on a rainy day I really like just listening to the rain. It's usually a good day to call my parents because they love comparing their weather to mine, even though we're less than 100 miles apart; it gives them something to talk about other than politics or golf. I'm a homebody anyway so really anything at home is good. But if it's a cold rainy day, I love to cuddle up on my couch with some hot coffee. And if it's a warm rainy day, I like to open the windows a crack and feel the moment the pressure and temp change.

3 books that you would recommend everyone to read Uprooted by Naiomi Novik The Road by Cormac McCarthy World War Z by Max Brooks (bonus points if you read the last two back to back like I did)

3 professions that you would like to try I actually went to school initially to be a vet, and I always wonder if I would have liked that.

Personal assistant. I mean definitely to someone like-minded and considerate; I would underline that it was assistant, not servant. I've done a lot of admin assist in my life and done exec assisting for things like planning worldwide meetings and arranging travel and things like that. I have a friend that was once an assistant to a pretty well-known author (and an amazing person) and basically was part of the family, doing the errand running and such. That's what I would like to try. Take the load off so someone can do their creative job and just be a friend.

And, jumping off some things from above, travel guide. I've played the part for a lot of friends and family already and I enjoy it.

3 things asks

#ask games

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thefanficmonster · 2 years

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Yes, so I would like to place a request for Rebal D x reader hcs since you aren't doing any fics now. I dont have anything particular in mind but yes it can be nsfw, I definitely don't mind lol. It can be angst/fluff. Whatever. I just want some good Rebal stuff.😭 Hope you have a good day/night!❤️

Hi dear! I'm so sorry for fulfilling your request so late (life got pretty hectic) but here is a set of headcanons I based on a prompt I got from an online generator. Hope it lives up to your expectations and hope you enjoy the read! 💕

Pairing: Rebal D x Reader (Gender Neutral)

Warnings: Mentioned break-up angst (very briefly)

Genre: FLUFF, Romance, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary/Prompt: "Home remedy for a break-up"

Your audience were rightfully concerned about you

You'd been gone for a total of two weeks, breaking your pattern of daily streams on your Twitch which was so out of character for you, it got your fans genuinely worried, not just wondering where you'd gone

That being said, they had every right to swarm you with questions during your first stream back in what felt like forever

Your reasoning felt weak to you, but your fans were super understanding and were simply relieved to have you back

Now, what said reasoning is....

A breakup

An ugly breakup, putting an end to a three year relationship

It hurt, even if you felt like things had already ended months ago

It felt like being kicked out of a home you'd built, falling straight into the pool of cold water that is loneliness

A feeling so dreadful and painful, it rooted itself in your bones and only hurt more when you faked a smile for the camera and feigned a giggle to couple with your: "No, really, I'm doing way better now."

It wasn't a complete lie, but not 100% true either

You deemed two weeks of wallowing in your sorrows to be more than enough so you pulled out your best acting skills and put that last shaky crumb of confidence at the forefront

Honestly speaking, you did have some help...

"How I got back on my feet? Wow, you really made it sound like I was devastated."

You were, but I digress

"Ok, all you broken-hearted bitches take notes! Those of you who haven't had your heart shattered might wanna jot some down as well. You never know when it'll hit ya."

You saw it coming from miles away but did you adorn any protective gear? HA! No!

But I digress once more, I apologize

"Of course, for everyone it's different. For me, it's always been comedy. Hear me out: If you don't take it seriously, if you don't give it power to hurt you, it won't hurt you. If you wrap the spikes in cotton, they won't puncture your skin. My way of dulling the blade's always been comedy. I grew up watching stand-up comedians, and I still do! But if that's not your cup of tea, I have a few YouTuber suggestions for y'all."

You listed a few of your fellow gamers such as PewDiePie, Jacksepticeye and Markiplier but you dubbed them the ‘obvious’ choices

Moving away from the gamers’ community, you listed the following:

“I came to like reaction channels as well. Not your typical ones, though! I enjoy Kallmekris, I think she’s hilarious. And also Rebal D. I’ve had an on-again-off-again relationship with his channel throughout the years, but he’s one of those YouTubers I can enjoy no matter how long it’s been since I last watched them.“

That prompted many fellow Rebal D fans to proclaim their shared love for him and his content in your chat

It made you smile, but didn’t get you thinking far beyond that point

However, as we all know, it’s only when you stop looking for love that you find it

But it really had to hit you upside the head before you could understand what was happening

Like the way your heat leaped up into your throat when you received a DM from Rebal who’d caught wind of your compliments about his channel

Or the way a smile spread across your face whenever you’d get a message from him anytime after that

Took you seven long months of texting and Facetiming before you met up IRL

And another three months of hopeless pining before he gathered the guts to ask you out on a date

Thankfully, the rest is history

Your relationship with his channel maybe did remain on-again-off-again

But your relationship with him couldn’t have been better

And it gave you one hell of an answer to the widely asked question couples get: ‘How did you two meet?’

In response, you simply say: “Well, he was my home remedy for a breakup. And the rest is (thankfully) history ;)”

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alittlepronetopanic · 10 months

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Life Aboard

A/N: A new regular Jamie character means I've finally written something!

(gif is mine)

Prompt(s): None

Pairing: Harry King x Reader

Warning(s): None

Word Count: 877

Hope you enjoy it! And as always, feedback is appreciated. :)

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The night air of Cannes was just as humid as the day, the little sea breeze not doing much to alleviate the stuffy feeling as you walked down the boardwalk alongside the boats as they bobbed calmly on the sea. The boat you knew so well was still moored, and despite you checking all day, Harry finally appeared on the deck. A bottle-shaped object wrapped in paper was gripped firmly in his hand as he took a seat on the decking amongst some cushions. He quickly opened the bottle, but even from a distance, you knew it wasn’t his first drink of the day and you were worried about how much he had already put away.

You walked further down and stopped at his boat, “I thought I might find you here.” you said with a friendly smile. Stepping on the ladder of the boat, you managed to let yourself up and you wasted no time to walk over to him and sit next to him on the deck. You placed your chin on his shoulder and the alcohol scent lingered on him but you cared more about the comforting warmth his touch brought you. Harry seemed reluctant to return the touch you attempted to give him but you stayed on his touch and though he didn’t move away, he felt tense.

He took a deep inhale and licked his lips, “Look,” he began, “I’ve been thinking.”

Your chest tightened and though you didn’t want to let go of him, you still did. “Right, I get it.” you replied as you gathered the small bag you had brought with you and stood up, “This is the part you tell me that this isn’t what you want.”

Harry grabbed your hand, “What?” he frowned, his eyebrows furrowed deeply but he wouldn’t let go and he stood up to join you and stumbled a little as he steadied himself. He stared at you for a moment, and despite the darkness of the Cannes night, the sea blue seemed to reflect in his eyes. You wondered whether the alcohol had taken away his ability to speak but he eventually put his glass down, making sure it hit a cushion rather than the boat itself.

“This is where you go on about how you’re a lone wolf and you’re better off alone so you could just...”

“Move in.” he interrupted. You were taken aback, buy you tried your best not to show it, the thoughts running through your head at 100 miles an hour.

Your voice spluttered, longer than intended but you couldn’t compose your words for a few moments, “What? You’re kidding?”

Harry shook his head, “You’re right, it was a stupid idea.” he scolded himself and looked to the ground like a small child who hadn’t got his way.

“No, Harry.” you replied but you knew it wasn’t an answer to his question, “It’s just, I’ve got a flat. You could move in with me, we could have a home, somewhere to build a life.”

“I prefer the boat. It means I can just move around freely, you know?”

You scoffed and took a step back, “You’re planning on leaving? Of course you are.” you said harshly and attempted to move further away, but again, Harry stopped you in your tracks.

“Don’t you get it?” he exclaimed, his voice was quiet but there was both a hint of anger and sadness. “If I go away on this thing, I want you to come with me.”

Harry stepped towards you and took your face in his hands delicately. It was strange, despite being together for almost 3 years, you had never seen him quite like this before. You never had the feeling he was one ready to settle down and even in the 3 years together, you spent a lot of that apart and most of the time together was only here in Cannes. He occasionally took you to Italy for the weekend on the boat, usually on your birthday as he was never into the whole anniversary stuff; though he did send flowers every year on that date, he just never liked to say it as from him, but you knew it was him as he sent flowers only he knew you liked and the colours only he knew too.

He smiled a little, “We can go anywhere you like. Me and you.” he gushed further. His hands left your face and he instead placed them on your hips and pulled you in a little closer to him. “What do you say?”

A smirk appeared on your face, and without any words you nodded calmly. Harry leaned forward and pressed his lips to yours, his stubble brushing lightly against your face which never bothered you and it certainly didn’t now. His kiss lingered longer than any before. Maybe it was the alcohol, but you didn’t much care because for the first time, you felt a connection with him you had craved. His tendency to move around frequently meant that you always wonder if he was fully committed or if he would ever come back to you and though he always did, something was missing; and though you didn’t know what that was, it felt like it had arrived.

#Cannes Confidential Fanfiction #Cannes Confidential Fanfic #Cannes Confidential One Shot #Cannes Confidential Reader Insert #Harry King One Shot #Harry King Reader Insert #Harry King x Reader #Harry King #Cannes Confidential #Fanfiction #Fanfic #Reader Insert #Reader Insert Fanfiction #Reader Insert Fanfic

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