#Jess Parker Things {General}

[kiss-me-muchoo]

𝐒𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐥𝐲, 𝐰𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 || 𝐌𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐎’𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

part one: Do you want a baby? || part two || part three: Dharma

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲- what was supposed to be just a general diagnosis turns into a pregnancy reveal + how your water broke in the middle of an actual date with Miguel. 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬_ pregnancy, child birth, grumpy!soft!Miguel x sunshine!reader, sex allusions, implied short reader, implied age gap (legal) NO PROOFREAD :). 𝐀/𝐍_ recommended songs; so it goes and lover again (calling all the reputation & lover stans like me!!!)

♪ ♫ my miguel playlist. ✰ index (masterlist/ other works there)

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It would never stop being weird.

Looking at Miguel O’Hara with a tiny female spider by his side, her arm wrapped around his giant forearm, resulting in a confusing image.

Yet, the image continued as Gwen, Miles, Hobie, and Pavitr looked at you and your husband passing through the cafeteria and going to his office.

“How long have they been married?” Miles asked. Pavitr counted with his fingers.

“I think they’re about to turn two years,” he replied. Hobie smirked, looking at his friend.

“The wedding was sick… Remember?” Gwen and Miles looked at each other confused.

“What happened at the wedding?” The blonde girl asked.

Out of nowhere, Peter B. Parker appeared with a tray of food and Mayday on top of his head.

“Hey, kids. What are you talking about?”

“Miguel and y/n’s wedding,” Miles answers.

Peter lets out a little sigh like he is bringing back a happy memory. Pavitr also made the same gesture.

“It was a wonderful night…” Mayday went straight to Hobie’s arms, and the man was funnily tickling her. So Peter took advantage of that and got his phone out.

“I have pictures!” Gwen and Miles let out a NO WAY, LET ME SEE in unison.

“Alright, alright. Here’s the ceremony…” The phone displayed a picture of what seemed like a church. You had an elegant and vintage dress, Miguel was wearing a tuxedo, and the place was full of candles and sparkles that made the picture look so perfect that it was concerning.

“Miguel looks…” Gwen started.

“Happy?” Hobie asks for her. Everyone nods.

“Oh, show her the party, man,” Hobie suggested with a big grin. Making Miles and Gwen even more confused.

Some pics showed your friends, Jess and Margo, as your bridesmaids. Lego Spider-Man was one of Miguel’s best men; the cake had six layers.

It was a big celebration. With many spider people around, part of your family, and what seemed like a summer afterparty.

Gwen giggled at the variety of pictures; you and Miguel cutting the cake, the waltz… until the pictures turned a little… intense.

“Damn…” Miles let out. Hobie started laughing, looking at the pictures, and Pavitr was getting blushed.

From alcohol shots, a mess in the pool, and you and Miguel doing the infamous wedding garter removal.

“OKAY!… this is not for kids,” Peter yelled, snatching the phone from the pair of teenagers.

“How did that happen?” the girl asked. Neither she nor Miles could believe they would live to see Miguel, you, and other serious spider people doing things like that.

“Alcohol. Boss was drunk as hell….” Hobie said, evidently mocking the leader of the Spider Society.

“It was after the family left, only… close friends. I must admit it’s the coolest wedding I’ve ever been invited to,” Peter accepted. Pavitr nodded.

“Yes, it was at the same level as an Indian wedding,” that was a lot to say.

Soon, Lyla appeared and gave a disapproving look to the whole table.

“Why are you here doing nothing? Jess assigned new missions and- AWW, Is that a picture from Miguel and y/n’s wedding?” The AI appeared beside Peter, looking at his phone.

“Yes. Was a good party, remember?” Lyla nodded at Hobie.

“Until they left for their honeymoon. And I had to do all the job myself for….like a month.”

“You sound like you suffered…” Gwen said.

“I did”

“You’re an AI, Lyla. You can’t feel anything….” Everyone laughed.

“Insensible kids. Now go meet Jess for the mission’s debriefing unless you want Miguel's lecture on your lives.”

With that, everyone left to their respective rooms to hear the debriefings.

…

“Well, that was fun,” Miles commented. Enjoying a giant cheese empanada from the cafeteria. Gwen nodded, and Hobie shrugged, following them.

“Time to go home. I’m tired…” Everyone started to say their goodbyes. Hobie was gone, and then Margo appeared, running towards them.

“Hey! What’s up, Margo?” Jealousy immediately invaded Gwen, and she soon went to appear beside Miles. Nothing personal, but the feeling had been evolving. She liked Margo but didn’t like how she and Miles interacted.

“Haven’t you heard?… y/n is injured” The pair looked between them worriedly.

“Is she okay?”

“I don’t know. I was about to go and see her. Jess said it was delicate.”

Everyone started pacing towards the clinic.

It was as big as the whole HQ; bright, clean, and futuristic.

Many spiders were there, injured people, waiting for surgery, medicines, etc.

However, their way was towards one of the private rooms.

There, you were lying in a bed in the center.

Beside you, Miguel holding your hand.

In a hologram form, Jess and Lyla were looking too.

“What are you doing here?” Miguel asked, intimidating Gwen, Margo, and Miles with his massive height.

“We heard y/n was injured…” Margo dared to respond.

You smiled. You really loved them, so you giggled.

“This isn’t over…” Miguel spoke once again, pointing at you. Oh, Miguel and his so-ever-grumpy attitude.

But you knew there was a lot to talk about back home. A lot…

“Are you okay?”

“Are you gonna be able to go back to work tomorrow?” Miles and Gwen bombard you with lots of questions. Margo was always more considerate, so she stood quiet.

And Miguel was rolling his eyes and looking beyond annoyed, cringed by his younger employees’ questions.

“No, stop saturating her with stupid questions. She’s pregnant, kids….” Miguel said, maintaining his stoic posture.

Jess let out a little laugh, noticing that Margo was the only one to react at the moment.

Her mouth opened to form a big o of shock.

“Do you have anything broken?” The blonde girl in turquoise Converse asked.

“Just my ankle, a sprain in my inner tight… oh, and I have a baby,” you comment softly, rubbing your stomach with a smile.

The teenagers keep making comments Margo is already paralyzed. You laugh again, covering your lips. Then turn to look at Miguel, who’s rolling his eyes again.

“YOU WHAT?…” their eyes are going to pop out.

“You’re pregnant?” Gwen asks.

“That’s why I just said…” Miguel adds with frustration. Then proceeding to whisper something in Spanish.

“I’m very happy for you two, congratulations” Margo is always polite and sweet. You accept her hug, and the other two teens are all over you. Showering you with ideas for baby names, a baby shower hosted by Peter, and making the kid’s first birthday party in the HQ.

“We have to tell this to the others!”

“No. We don’t want to. “

But Miles and Gwen are already out, both still in shock, ignoring Miguel and his desire to keep your status private.

You don’t mind, actually. Everyone would know in a couple of months. But Miguel… what can you say? He’s your husband.

And he kept pinching the bridge of his nose, proving how annoyed he was.

“Paciencia, paciencia…” he keeps murmuring. Margo giggles before turning to leave.

“I’ll try to stop them,” she offers.

“Thanks, Margo,” your husband thanks her with a brief glance.

“Someone has to stop those kids and their unlimited energy” Jess comments, making you laugh.

Soon, it’s just you and your husband.

“Now what?” You ask, rubbing your eyes.

Miguel leans to brush some strays of hair behind your ear, giving you a warm look.

“Now I’m taking you home…”

He thinks you look sweet with the hospital gown, perfect hair, and no makeup.

And although he’s scared as hell of you being already so far in the pregnancy, he dreams of the day you are in the same position. With a baby in your arms…

…

“Your wife is almost six months pregnant…” Spider-doctor had said.

“Sorry… I’M WHAT?”

Miguel stood there frozen, holding your hand. You were also in shock.

His world sure stopped for some seconds. All the months trying, wondering why you couldn’t get pregnant, it was because you were already growing a baby.

“But-… I don’t have any symptoms. I don’t even have a belly,” you blurt. "Human bodies work out differently. For spiders, it can work beyond differently” Miguel, and you turn to look at each other.

His face came to hide in your shoulder almost immediately. Whispering ‘thank you’ multiple times, kissing your hair, working in private, so Doctor Spider-man couldn’t see.

Almost six months of going to missions like nothing, having sex like always (every day, at least four rounds). Damn… Miguel had to be more careful.

“I’ll come again to get you a scan and everything. I’m going to leave to get your blood test results.” With that, Doctor Spider-man leaves.

Now, you are sitting in your bed. Remembering the moment you found out the news. Looking at the candles that illuminated your desk across your bookshelves.

In a moment, Miguel entered with a little tray.

“I got your favorite chicken wrap, tea, and cookies…” Now you know you’re pregnant and suddenly want to cry about everything. He was so sweet. His reaction to the pregnancy was calm, and he promised to look forward instead of his past. And now he appeared at your door with some of your favorite snacks and looked beautiful; yes, you’re crying.

“Oh no. Don’t cry, hermosa,” he soothes you. Your little whimpers made him realize he had to be careful with his words. Then the thought of you being unconsciously reckless, putting yourself in danger, edging Miguel towards another breakdown…

“It’s just that… I’m- we’re halfway through this, and I can’t believe everything I did. I could have….”

“No. It was almost impossible to know you were pregnant, love. You would’ve not put yourself in danger at the slight chance….”

“Now what? I don’t want to put the baby at risk, but I can’t stay doing nothing for the rest of the pregnancy. I’m a spider-woman….”

“I know what you’re thinking” Miguel was being so patient. He was listening to you and never letting your hand go.

“Since we started trying… I’ve psyched myself that it could be dangerous. But it’s not gonna be the same. I’m not gonna lose any of you two. Because I know this is correct” Of course, he was afraid, but he committed to letting go of his past and focusing on this present with you. So he would not try to control it and you.

“You’re my lovely wife. I know you, and you’re a strong and perfect woman who will take care of our baby when I can’t be around….” you are shocked. You have to squeeze his hand to confirm you're not dreaming.

He sounds so peaceful, wearing white socks with a hoodie and pants. And he looks that perfect? You had to be dreaming.

“You are taking some weeks to recover from the ankle, the sprain, and one more check to see the baby. Then, low-impact missions, and in the last month, I have you in my office. What do you think?” you nod, smiling. Pushing yourself to sit and hug him and feel his big hands moving across your back.

“Thank you. We love you so much, Miguel…”

We. Oh, he would cry too.

“I love you two so much too. Completely… my whole world…”

“Yeah. No wonder why your plan sounds like you want to have me by your side for the next four months 24/7,” he smiles.

“Maybe that’s the idea…I want my little family with me all the time” You let yourself fall into the pillows again.

You lift your shirt and start poking your flat stomach. Miguel looks at you with curiosity.

“I can’t believe it’s almost six months old, we have a healthy baby, and I don’t have a bump.”

“Well, you look gorgeous as usual. Maybe there’s even a glow on you that I overlooked before”

“It’s my hair, right?”

“Could be…” both of you giggle.

But finally, there’s a time for a kiss. And it feels like bliss like his lips were everything to soothe the confusing thoughts, to feel happy and blessed for the child growing inside you.

His hands sneak through your exposed skin to gently stroke your stomach, hoping to connect with the baby.

He’s going to treasure this new opportunity. He had taken it the first time by marrying you, protecting you but never trying to control you. So he would follow the same recipe for this pregnancy.

From the love you two shared, passion always bloomed.

You felt amazing, so nothing would stop you from having your husband that night. So you started to tangle your fingers through his hair cause it never failed to tease him.

“God… we have to stop, bonita.”

“Why?” You ask with a pout, coming to hug his neck and giving him an annoyed look.

“The baby…”

“The baby has been fine since day one. Want to remember all the things we’ve done in the last five months?” you can swear he’s about to blush. So you giggle.

“You’re gonna be the death of me…” he complains.

But soon, you see his head disappear under the hem of your skirt.

Finally, you exhale with peace and tranquility.

…

Miguel fixes your suit from behind, his own suit already activated. He can hear your heavy breathing and feels slightly guilty because now, with the baby, your breathing could get hatred.

“See? Perfect as usual, mami…” he says, holding your hips, admiring you. He loved seeing his little wife waddling around the HQ with her cute belly and adorable smile. But having her in the HQ, making a moment only for him? It was a blessing.

“We spent at least an hour here; it’s gonna look obvious, Miguel,” you say, ignoring his comments. Your red cheeks, shiny skin, and curled hair could give you away.

Stupid pregnancy hormones.

Since your belly popped out in the seventh month, it felt like a prolonged fertile week that made you feel sexy and loved by your husband. As a result, extreme rounds of sex came like nothing most days.

“Honestly… I don’t care, hermosa,” he admits smiling. You roll your eyes, pinching his hand to annoy him.

“Sometimes you’re insufferable,” he smirks.

“You love me…” he attacks back, and you can’t help but blush like a little girl.

“Yeah, sometimes it scares me how much I do love you” The moment turns soft, as usual, between you and him.

Miguel turns into a giant heart marshmallow for you. All he can think is about how happy you make him.

“Can we have a date on Friday?” You ask with a cute and shy tone.

“Sure, mami. Where do you wanna go?” That fucking nickname. He meant it sweetly and adorably because, in his head, you were already a mommy. Still, he also says it in a hot way to proudly remember you he got you pregnant.

“The library and that new bakery near home” he would never say no to having a date with you. Never.

“You got me, bonita. I’m in the mood for a thriller book and some… What do you call those little cakes?” since you started dating, Miguel would pick one of your books to read together every night. The pastries only came to the scene on the weekends, though.

“Turkish pastries? Stop, I’m getting hungry. Oh, and I don’t mind another memoir, but yeah, I’m into the thriller book too,” he smiles, offering you another sweet smile. Thinking about how much he wants Friday to come and be out with you.

“I have to assign missions with Lyla. I’ll see you in my office. Okay?”

“Okay, amor,” the characteristic pull on his rib appears; he knows he must lean down and kiss you.

It’s slow, passionate, and delightful. His lips are soft despite all the times he had bitten himself with his sharp fangs. He was always so careful to avoid hurting you. He always avoided contact, but that didn’t stop him from playing with the skin of your neck in the most intimate moments.

“We love you…”

“Me too, bonita. I love you two with my whole heart….”

…

Your stomach was painfully churning. You were hungry, and your baby was asking for something too.

Maybe a burger with my husband’s mask printed on the bun. A side of fries with sweet and sour sauce; yeah, that’ll work, you think.

So you are peacefully sitting in the cafeteria. Waiting for Miguel to come back to the HQ and spent the rest of the day with him. Your mask is resting beside your phone and your web shooters.

It was crazy how the pregnancy made you both clingier than ever. His hands never leave your body, especially your belly. You don’t want to be separated from him for long periods. And even your family noticed how close you and Miguel were.

You asked where he went during a family gathering, only to find him drinking a beer with your father. And your aunts said you two were attached to hip… to the max.

“Hey, there’s my favorite spider-mama. Don’t tell Jess!” Peter appeared on your side with his kids; Hobie, Pavitr, Gwen, Miles, and Mayday.

“Hey, guys!” Mayday immediately went after you. Playing with your belly and softly poking at the roundness of it.

“Wow, your skin looks amazing!” Gwen flatters you, which causes a big blush on your face.

“Oh, thank you. I spent some time in the sauna today…” Miguel convinced you to try the least heated sauna room, saying it was good for your aching belly. However, it turned into a wild session of sex with at least an hour of duration. But your friends wouldn’t know that.

“How are you feeling?” Peter asked.

“Fine. You say maybe two more weeks or so…” you rub your belly along Mayday. Her beanie is dirty, and you promise her to clean it up before the day is over.

“I can’t believe you guys don’t know the sex of the baby…” Pavitr commented. You giggle, shrugging.

“I want it to be special. Especially for Miguel… you know his past,” they all nodded. They could see their boss apathetic as usual, barely glancing at them, ignoring their jokes, etc. But every employee of the Spider Society knew Miguel O’Hara had only one weakness; you.

And now that you were pregnant, it was impossible to not notice how Miguel tried to remain calm and be more patient about everything.

“I’m still a little hurt that I wasn’t the first to receive the news,” Peter B. Parker admitted, watching his daughter play with you.

“You left early that day!. You didn’t even know I was injured.”

“Yeah… and I called as soon as I learned the news” You pat his shoulder.

“Oh, Peter. You know you’re one of my best friends. And you’ll be my kid’s godfather,” his eyes sparkled. Everyone laughed at the comment, but Peter was pleased about it.

“I already got something for the kid…” Hobie announced.

“Aww, Hobie!… That’s so sweet, thanks!” their fondness towards you and your baby makes you want to tear up.

“Please, don’t give the child a set of piercings or the book of historic protests like you did with Mayday,” Pavitr prays, looking at his friend. Gwen was laughing so hard that it infected everyone.

However, Hobie had a little guitar full of excellent phrases and stickers he had collected over the months.

“It’s something better,” your punk friend promised.

You really liked spending time with them. It was like a second family that you could enjoy every day.

Then the conversation was all about Pavitr's upcoming big Indian party in Mumbattan. He invited everyone, and you promised to show up with Miguel and the baby.

Then you realized something. You really craved it, being a family of three.

…

A pink box was stuffed with Turkish pastries; 4 pieces of baklava, 2 of basbousa, and a slice of baklava cheesecake.

The sweet woman placed a green ribbon on top of the box, and you squealed out of happiness cause the ribbon matched the pistachio crumbles on the pastries.

“Thank you…” Miguel thanks the woman and follows you toward the exit.

The date was amazing, as usual. Hours spent between bookshelves, stolen kisses, and spending on four books to read in the following months.

“I can’t wait to eat this at home… my mouth is watering, amor,” he chuckled, admitting that these last few weeks, you looked even cuter with your bump and emotional attitude.

“Yeah, give me the box. Or else there won't be any cake left before we arrive home” Frowning, you hand him the box. The way to the parking lot is quiet.

But there’s a pair of big smiles on both of your faces.

The whole day you’ve felt tremendous pressure on your lower belly, nothing painful, but the feeling was weird. Only two weeks left, and then…poof!!, the baby was here.

A heavy noise disconcerted you. And when you looked to your left, Miguel had bumped himself with a lamppost.

Your heavy laughs are all it can be heard isn’t the parking lot after that.

“Stop laughing. I was taking care of you, not stumbling with the bags and your belly” he heard you let out a long oww before continuing to laugh. His spider sense was worse since he learned you were pregnant, always taking care of you. His eyes never leave you, alert in case of anything.

He’s annoyed but smiles at the sight of you being so happy.

Until…he noticed something on your pants. There was a big spot; it certainly looked like…

“Bonita…I think-I think you just….” As you follow his words, you look down to see why your pants and underwear feel drenched.

And once again, you’re laughing.

“Oh my god, Miguel. I think I just…” you peed on yourself for laughing so hard. You’re embarrassed, but still, you find the humor to find it funny. Miguel gets closer and takes the bags of books and your purse from your hands, finally laughing too.

“This is what happens when you make fun of your husband…” he opens the car door for you, and you only send him a lousy look before he keeps smiling. When you accommodate on the seat, your disgusted face worries Miguel. He leans to inspect you better.

“What? What is it, mi vida?” Your discomfort grows, and your hands travel to your lower belly. Seconds later, your eyes pop open in shock.

“Oh god. I don’t think it was pee after all…” you reveal, looking at your husband. His eyes also open in shock, and he starts breathing heavily.

He starts walking in little circles between the space of your car and the neighbor from the parking lot.

All he can think about is that a little human is trying to get out of you.

His life is about to change. All he ever wanted was going to be complete. He had to be strong for you and put his trauma away, like during the pregnancy.

“Okay. Does it hurts now?” He asks, returning to kneeling and looking you in the face.

You shake your head, not even knowing how you feel.

“Not really. I just feel like there’s something stuck inside me and-“

“And?” He urges you.

“And I want to push it out…” he nods, already feeling sweat on his forehead. He leans to kiss your forehead and hold your hands.

“Activate your suit, bonita. We need to go back to the HQ…”

“WHAT? NO… Just take me to a normal hospital, Miguel,” you say, trying to calm down.

“We can’t. Doctor Spider-man has been treating you since we found out. He’ll know better….”

“But…”

“Mami, you’ll have to deliver this baby soon. The best place to do it is in the HQ. You know it, right?” Slowly, you end up nodding.

He makes you look at your watch and activate your suit.

You don’t even feel when your soaked clothes are gone and you are in the suit's skin. You just feel like some beach ball was stuck inside your mouth, but everything happening on your cervix.

Miguel also activated his suit, including his mask. You shake your head at the sight.

“Oh no, fuck no. I'm not wearing the mask…” he sighs. Miguel is doing everything to not panic and not stress you. Even when he feels surprised you are handling the dilatation very well, he knows he can’t panic you too.

“Okay, don’t wear the mask. Can you stand up?…” you do your best, but it’s impossible to stand straight anymore. You must lean a little and open your legs to soothe the intense pressure on your pelvis.

“It’s okay, mami. We’ll be home with our baby in a blink of an eye.”

“Yeah, I don’t think so, Miguel” Your sarcasm signals him to hurry, so he opens a portal and helps you enter.

…

The room's wide window is like a living landscape, with the futuristic sight of cars and bright lights from skyscrapers.

There were no curtains because no one could see what was happening inside.

You were lying on the hospital bed that night, trying to push out a baby.

“I can’t do this…” you sob. It’s not even that painful (thankfully). The discomfort of the little human sliding out of you very slowly.

“Yes, you can. You are already done, bonita.” Miguel encourages you, which makes you roll your eyes.

“No. I mean-I can do this, just not on this bed…” your husband looks confused, but you ignore him to turn to Doctor Spider-man.

“You can try on your feet,” the doctor speaks through his mask. You nod, and with Miguel’s help, you end up on the edge of the bed; instantly, you feel the pressure of your baby slightly better.

You hear the doctor’s instructions, and even Miguel is in a position to help to catch the kid. You hold onto his broad shoulders to support yourself. Then, after three more big pushes, you feel it…the baby is out.

“We got it,” Miguel hears the doctor say, and a wave of soft cries instantly starts to echo across the room.

Desperation floods Miguel, who wants to see his baby and know everything is fine.

As the doctor cuts the cord and makes Miguel help you to lay on the bed again, he can’t stop kissing your forehead.

“Thank you, y/n. Thank you so much,” you nod, feeling tears in your eyes.

“Congratulations, it’s a girl,” officially, there are tears in your husband’s eyes. Doctor Spider leaves, saying he will come back with some papers and to help you.

He thinks Gabriella must’ve been very happy to have a little sister.

“Here you go…,” and everything is a comfortable silence once the baby is in your arms.

She’s tiny, with sun-kissed skin like his father, brown matted hair, and grey eyes that will eventually turn into chocolate like his father’s.

Her eyes are slightly open, she looks like she’s yawning, and her little tongue pokes out occasionally.

“Look, Miguel…” he leans to inspect his daughter closer.

He’s in love with her, and he’s beyond in love with you. He would always thank you for giving him a second chance to be a father.

“Oh, I’m in love again. She’s perfect, amor,” you sob, kissing the baby’s tiny head.

“I can’t believe this… I had nothing. Then I found you. And now…suddenly, we have a baby,” he confessed, caressing her rosy cheek.

“How do we name her?” He asks again.

“I want something related to her father’s name…”

“Are you sure, bonita?” You nod. After all, Miguel deserved it, and you wanted to do it for him.

“Yeah. Magalí, Marina, and Magdalena have been in my mind” his smile lights up with your last option, easily looking at her baby with that name.

“I like Magdalena…”

“Then… hello, baby Magda” you coo at your daughter, feeling her soft skin and plump cheeks.

“Your mommy and I love you so much, baby” Miguel’s hand comes to take yours, and together, you’re admiring your baby girl.

Doctor Spider enters after a knock on the door, holding a little binder.

“Okay, we’re cleaning her and healing you….” he announces. He adds that you’ll be fine in three weeks with a good recovery and that the baby was healthy. Miguel is so thankful and happy. He can barely hide his smile from his coworker.

“But before that… Lyla wants me to congratulate you two and ask if she can spread the news. Everyone is asking for this little family,” you smile. Spider plushie and Lego Spider-Man must be very worried and spider cat. You want to see your friends soon.

“No. We don’t want to share-“

“Miguel.” You scold him, give him a bad look, then look down at your daughter, smiling again.

“Yes, you can tell Lyla to share the news,” the AI appears before you. Her eyes open at the sight of the new addition of the HQ.

“Oh-great. And- OH MY GOD, SHE’S SO CUTE” Miguel instantly rolls his eyes, looking at Lyla moving in front of her tiny daughter and simulating touching her. There’s a little pink headband with a flower in Magdalena’s little head, which doubles how cute she looks.

“Thanks, Lyla…”

“Peter and Pavitr are on their way already. Probably the others will be joining us later” You nod once again. Feeling so welcomed and accepting that Miguel was right.

It was the best idea to give birth to your daughter in the HQ.

“Great. More visits!…” Miguel complains with a big load of sarcasm.

“Sorry…see ya later. ” with that, Lyla disappears.

“Ay, mami. You don’t know what you’ve done” Miguel can hear everyone talking about him and you and the baby. Having all his annoying coworkers asking questions and grabbing his daughter. However, he knows that will make you happy.

“Miguel, don’t be like that. This day is special… but we have our whole lives to have a family moment… just the three of us” he knows you’re right. So he sighs, letting a smile appear on your face.

“Right, yeah. You’re right…”

“I know. Now give me a kiss…” as his lips collide with yours, he takes baby Magda from your arms. She’s light as a feather, beautiful, and Miguel can’t think about ever putting her down in your arms again.

“I love you so much, hermosa. And that will never change…”

“Oh, Miguel. You and Magda are my full happiness now. I love you too.”

Miguel feels complete. He had his daughter in his arms; you on his lips.

And he hoped to treasure that feeling… forever.

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Can we think about how baby Mayday and baby Magda are going to be BESTIES now?!?! *sobs*

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I may get hate for this but this is my opinions on characters in the spider verse movies. And feel free to disagree with me. I will only be talking about the movies portrayal of characters not the comics so I may like a character more in the comics but not in the movie. And another thing I'll take into consideration is plot importance. These are just my thoughts on the characters in general like morally, personality, and how they make me feel

Miles Morales: main character so he immediately gets some points, his story in the first movie was amazing, and it kinda leaks into the second film with him trying to find his place as Spiderman and he has had some of the best moments in the franchise. It makes me so excited for them to rap up his story in the next one. 10/10

Gwen Stacy: her story has been one of the best parts of these movies as it perfectly shows why she does and act the ways she does in the movies from the loss of her best friend and that fear holding her back till miles appears and her conflict with her dad fueling her to stay with the spider society and her later facing her problems instead of running away from them makes her and amazing character, also her fight with the vulture was one of my favorite parts of the movie. 10/10

Peter B Parker: he was good in the first film with it shows his problems in his own world and Miles helping him overcome some fears like having children and in the second him having mayday showing he got his life together, but he loses major points for the second film. He did nothing important only hurting miles and I understand her joins Gwen at the end to help him but hes constantly bringing his child to battles and did nothing when Gwen was being sent home to a place where she had no safe place to stay and where her dad had tried to shoot her. Like my guy you are an adult Atleast try and say something.4/10

Peni Parker: absolutely adorable in the first film and very helpful in making and new goober her and spider are so interesting and her dynamics with porker and noir is so cool, it made me so sad when her Fathers mech died. While she didn't do anything important in the second film the movie did a great job of showing she had changed, I can wait to see more of her in the next film. 7/10

Spider noir: I definitely think he's over rated but I can see why. his design slaps and he was quite funny in the first film, they did a great job in showing someone from a black and white world trying to adjust to a world of colours, he was a good character with some great lines despite not doing anything of much importance to the story, him throwing a car at tombstone was badass though and his relationship with peni was cute. Maybe my opinion will change on him in the next movie though. 6/10

Spider ham: I don't really feel anything towards him he had some good lines and his fight with scorpion was great but other than that he didn't really do anything, hopefully this will change in the next film. 5/10

Miguel O'Hara: here's where people may disagree with me. I like the concept for his powers and I think he's a great antagonists to Gwen and miles but other than that I don't care about him as a character. Im interesting to see what happens with him in the next film but I ain't to fond of his design, and his cannon even theory is fucking shifty, like bro the reason the world collapsed was because you replaced a dead person not because you stopped one event. Also he should not be treating children the way he does in the film , like dude you were a father wtf. And the hype around the character also puts me off him as well. 3/10

Jessica drew: I actually really like Jess, while she didn't do to much in the film, it was still enough to get me interested in her character from her first interaction with Gwen showing concern for her and later becoming her mentor. When Gwen gets sent home it shows her slowly swaying away from Miguel , the film actually shows a conflict within this character which a lot of characters seemingly don't get, and makes me wanna see how she's handled next film. 7/10

Hobie brown: I like Hobie he's just over rated as fuck. He makes the new watches for Gwen and the gang and also helps miles get free but other than that, he hasn't got much of an individual story in the movie yet, he just felt like a side character, which technically he is but most of the other spiders don't have the problem for me. I think I heard where seeing more of his world in the next film so hopefully it gives us more insight to his character, but I also feel like once again it's the fan girls which are ruining the character for me. 5/10

Pavitr Prabhakar: I loved him his introduction was incredible and and entire section of the movie in mumbattan was incredible, with the black hole forming in his world, it provides his character with a secondary story behind the main movie one. Him joining the gang at the end of the film even with his world collapsing shows how good of a friend he is, miles helped him so now he's gonna help miles, while he didn't do to much in the movie they did a great job of setting up his character for the next one. 7/10

Margo kess: I absolutely love her design and she wasn't in the film enough, the only thing she really did in the movie was let miles go but it had a big impact, I can't wait to see her on the team in the next film. I'm also sick of people putting her and Gwen against each other the besties deal with it. Her score would be higher I just haven't seen enough of her character yet. 6/10

Miles g morales: badass entrence and it was a really cool ending to the film, thought were don't know anything about him yet as a character so I can't really rate him yet. 4/10

Spider cat: 10/10 no questions asked.

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Miles Morales…was bored.

He was sat next to his dad, at the head of the table, because for the past three months his father had decided that Miles was old enough to start listening in on the financials of their kingdom. Miles had been excited, at first, ready to help his kingdom and start thinking of ways to present himself as someone to be taken seriously; until he actually sat through four or five meetings and realized what they usually ended up being: a group of people, sitting around a table once a week, discussing what to do with money the kingdom barely had and how to generate more money for it, and all he was supposed to do was sit down and listen. Every so often his dad would interject, throwing out this idea or that one, and the table would devolved into a debate about how it would work.

The group consisted of Jeff Morales, the king, and Miles, the prince. Wilson Fisk, the royal advisor, was sitting on the left of his father, two seats down so that he was visible to both king and prince. Miguel O’Hara, the captain of the guards, was on Miles’s right, directly across from Wilson. They had their respective seconds next to them, Olivia for Wilson and Jessica (or Jess) for Miguel. The seat next to Jess was taken up by Pavitr Prabhakar, who was representing the Prabhakar family as a whole as the son of the earl; across from him was the Watson family representative, the countess Mary Jane (or MJ). On Pavitr’s other side was Peter Benjamin Parker, who usually went by Noir and theoretically wasn’t part of the meeting per say, but was sent to watch over Pavitr due to the teen being the Prabhakar’s only child. Rounding out the last of the people in the meeting were William Baker, and Adrian Toomes, both of whom were fairly new additions to the table, according to his dad.

The meeting today was sort of dragging on, and where he sat next to his dad meant that he was just out of reach of the sun, but there was still a lot of heat coming in through the window to make him sleepy. Combined with the late night he’d had the night before and the fact that while his clothes were elegant, they were thin and very comfortable meant that Miles was kind of ready to doze off and take a nap. He was slouched as much as he could be, staring blankly at Wilson as the man droned on and on about…taxes, he thought? Or the guards training. One of the two, Wilson always seemed weirdly focused on those two things. Miles had known the man for years, he’d held his position since before Miles had been born. Outside of the meetings he was usually fairly quiet, a startling trait for someone as big as Wilson was, and was good at somehow moving money around so that his dad could continue running the kingdom the way he needed to without worrying too much. He was smart, Miles could give him that, and definitely was the kind of man that had brute strength on his side; he made Miguel look tiny in comparison, and Miguel was also a fairly big guy, so…

His dad rapped his knuckles on the arm rest, making Miles sit up straighter and blink rapidly to cover the fact that he was zoning out a bit. From a bit further down, Pavitr leaned onto his palms, covering his mouth in a way that made him look like he was deeply invested in what Wilson was saying; Miles could tell was just to hide the grin on his face from Miles getting caught out.

Miles couldn’t even glare back at him, not from his position at the head of the table, and especially not with his dad right next to him, nodding sharply at whatever Miguel started with next. Captain of the guard and all, it was definitely about the guards this time and Miles sort of wanted to slam his head into the back of his chair.

He wouldn’t mind it so much if he could actually participate; hell, Pavitr could throw in ideas and join the debates going around the table, and so could Mary Jane, and even his dad could jump in when he wanted, but Miles couldn’t say anything. The first time he offered an idea, four meetings in, the entire table save for Pavitr and his dad laughed at him and when he tried to defend his idea, his dad shut it down.

Afterwards, his dad had told him “listen, son, I know you want to help, but you need to learn what’s going on in the kingdom before you can start participating in running it.”

So here he was. Learning, though Miles thought that the meetings always ended up going round in circles without ever changing anything. Clearly nothing was working, because these meetings were held every week without fail and sometimes it felt like the same four ideas thrown around all the time: open the kingdom gates more often for travelers, raise taxes, raise rents, funnel less money into the upkeep of the kingdom. Nothing about the actual people in the kingdom, how this affects their day to day living, and at the end of the meeting nothing is decided. Wash, rinse, repeat.

Until…

“The prince is fifteen now, right? What if Miles marries?” The sound of his name jolted him into attention, and Miles’s eyes locked onto Wilson’s as the man looked him over. “We can start searching for eligible candidates, maybe have him married by this time next year.”

Wait.

“What does Miles getting married have to do with the kingdom’s financials?” Pavitr asked. His eyes were narrowed at Wilson, though he was approximately the same size as Miles so it kind of looked like a month old puppy glaring down a husky. Still, he seemed to be the only one who wasn’t seriously considering it; even Mary Jane was looking thoughtful, hands crossed in front of her mouth delicately.

“Look at it this way,” Miguel told Pavitr, whose gaze didn’t shift even though Wilson wasn’t talking anymore. “If Miles marries, especially someone from a neighboring kingdom, then we can start working towards helping the population here. New food, new traffic, money coming into the kingdom instead of out of it.”

“He’s only fifteen.” Mary Jane said musingly, drawing attention to her while she looked to the king, “Doesn’t he have to wait until he’s matured enough to make decisions like that on his own, according to the law?”

“Hey, I can make decisions like that on my own!” Miles interjected, and Pavitr shot him a look that read shut up, shut up now, stop talking. Miles gulped, especially when all the eyes turned to him. “I-I mean, like, in the right — ”

“He is too young to start looking at marriage.” His dad said, and Miles breathed a quiet sigh of relief. Nobody liked to go against the king, so if his dad thought he was too young —

“I understand that his age is an issue,” Wilson said, “but the marriage wouldn’t necessarily have to happen right away in order to be beneficial to the kingdom.” Jeff leaned forward, and Miles felt his heart sink. It was basically a sign saying ‘continue’, and that meant his father had gone from being against the idea to seriously considering it now. Wilson knew this, too; a small smirk tilted his mouth. “We can set up an arrangement with a neighboring kingdom, have a long engagement, and marry them when they’re of age. Gives them plenty of time to get to know each other, all that stuff.”

“I don’t want to get married, though!” Miles said, and he was ignored as his dad leaned back in his chair. He looked thoughtful, which spelled bad things for Miles, he could tell.

And then, sure enough, his dad ran his hand over his face, shifting his glasses just slightly, and said “let me talk it over with his mother.”

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Parallels Chapter 15: The Cure

Miguel O'Hara x Spider!FemReader

No use of y/n

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 3.4k

Summary: Ignorance is bliss, but bliss is always temporary.

Warnings: Like just so much angst, big feelings, mentions of past smut, verbal argument, this is cringey, i'm sorry

A/N:  Again, sorry updates to this story have been slower. I didn't really know which direction I wanted to go with everything up to this point/ how to resolve stuff I have planned. BUT I think I have a much better plan and idea of how to continue (and eventually) end this story. So, all that to say updates will likely be more frequent again now that I know what direction I'm going. Like the next 2 chapters are already half written so we good. Loves yous guys!

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Chapter 15

The Cure

“I’m not eating that.”

“Why not?”

“Because it’s fucking blue, Gwen.”

“People eat blue stuff all the time,” Gwen slides the lunch tray closer to you, the most off-putting hamburger sitting in the center. An absolutely unnatural blue bun with the design of Miguel’s mask painted across the top in red. You wonder if he approved this himself or if it was a private joke everyone was waiting for him to notice. Very likely the latter.

“Bread is not supposed to be blue,” You push the tray back across the table. You swear the little edible abomination is staring back at you.

“I’m with her on this one,” Jess nudges your side, looking just as disgusted as you were at the blue monstrosity. “Things creepy, Gwen.”

“I’ll eat it then,” Hobie snatches the burger from the tray and takes a generous bite without hesitation, “Rid us all of such a horrid thing.”

“Do they serve any non-spider-themed food here?” Gwen and Hobie’s new friend asks, “Like just normal food?”

“The empanadas are alright?” Gwen shrugs.

Pavitir Prabharkar. Pavi, they seemed to call him for short. Just joined about a month ago. He only had a few months of being Spider-Man before that. He was fresh and rosey to the game. An enthusiasm you probably once had when you first started. Hobie and Gwen had taken him in immediately and you’d rarely seen one of them without the other at their side these days. It was sweet, and honestly relieving to see people so young with such a big job have each other, especially Gwen. She was finding a family here after losing everything.

You ran into them in the cafeteria just grabbing a quick bite. You could have eaten in Miguel’s house but you ultimately decided to be a little more social to start your day. You sadly woke up alone, again, but Miguel left a note on the bedside table for you. 

Had some errands to run. Meet me in the lab at 1.

-Mig 

He even topped it all off with a sweet little heart drawn in the bottom corner. It seemed unlike him to vanish with a note. Well, actually it was very like him, but something about it just felt off. Even Lyla wouldn’t elaborate for you. Maybe your emotions were running high after spending all night tangled in each other's arms.  Maybe he needed time to process everything, or maybe he really was just that busy. He did have a whole multiverse team to run. You’re past the point of wondering why he did the things he did.  Miguel had his ways and you had yours. As long as you find each other in the end.

Regardless, you were completely fine with moping around the tower for a few hours today. You didn’t have anything to be home for and you had some catching up to do with the crew.

So here you were, roped into a lunch with mostly teenagers trying to feed you lethal amounts of blue dye 99. All in all, you can’t complain.

“Room for one more?” The most comfortably dressed of the spider-men slides in next to Gwen, his infant daughter strapped proudly to his chest for all the world to admire. 

“Sure,” Gwen rolls her eyes but still has an amused smile she tries to hide. “You wanna try a Hamburger, Peter?”

“The blue ones? Say no more.” Peter B. Parker— basically Gwen’s weird uncle. You didn’t know him much yourself but he liked to hang around Gwen. They’d both been one of the originals shot into Earth-1610. The place that started it all— forbidden from travel. Home to the original anomaly. You never asked Gwen about it but you could see it in her eyes sometimes. The longing for someone she left there. You think Peter felt similarly. How could they not? You’d caught them bickering about it once or twice— about him and when they could go back for him. If they could go back. 

Someone who changed their lives forever, just a watch jump away. You’d heard his name whispered like it was a curse. 

Miles Morales. The original anomaly. One of the main reasons you're all here. Just a kid caught up in the wrong mess. Still, he had someone like Gwen and Peter to help him through it. What you would have given to have someone like them around when you first got bitten. You don’t know the details of what happened, and you don’t want to be rude and ask, but it clearly changed something for both of them. Whoever they were before was someone completely different than the people you knew sitting at the table with you today. The multiverse will do that, you suppose. 

Mayday crawls from her carrier and takes her place prominently in the center of the table. Center of attention, as she should be. 

“Oh, MJ’s gonna love this.” Peter pulls out his phone immediately, dozens of pictures taken in the span of maybe 3 seconds. 

Hobie and Pavi don’t hesitate to join in on the impromptu photoshoot. Jess and Gwen both hang their heads in embarrassment. Gwen was taking on her mannerisms after a few months of mentorship. Jess really did take her first request to heart and practically adopted the girl. 

This was it. This was your community. Your tribe. These fucking weirdos, and you loved it. In spite of all this fucked up shit with Miguel, you’d made a home in this place— with these weirdos. It seemed like Miguel could be part of it if he just tried a little harder. You think he wanted to be. He longed for those human connections, it was so obvious once you got to know him. And still, he kept everyone at arm's length for almost no reason. He always wanted to be viewed as equal. He did the same work as his other spiders, had the same missions and goals, yet closed himself off from being a part of the community. Maybe he wanted to be feared as well. He always tried so hard to convince you he was a monster. That he wasn’t worthy of love. 

You should bring him down here. You could help him join it all again. He was a stubborn man, yes, but could eventually listen to reason— if you were annoying enough about it. Miguel deserved so much more than he gave himself. 

Would he do that with you? Be out in the open side by side? You’d never thought about it before but now you think it’s something you might want. No more hiding. There would be a lot more to work out but… that’d be a start.

Maybe. Maybe he would go for it. 

One o’clock sneaks up so quickly you almost miss it, shamefully having to pull yourself away from your chaotic lunch table with some made-up excuse. Maybe you wouldn’t have to lie anymore. Maybe you could finally come clean and this weight could be lifted off your shoulders. 

Something changed between you and Miguel over these last few months. Something that wasn’t there before. If you think about it too long you’ll start to doubt yourself. He couldn’t hide it either. What you’d both become to each other. It started out so complicated but now it seems like you’d both surrendered to it. He showed you his home, his life, his heart. You’d both given it all to each other and now one of you just had to say it out loud. 

What in particular you’d say, you have no idea. 

The spider-sense hums when you cross the threshold into Miguel’s lab. The air in it is heavy, but that’s nothing new— especially considering what happened here the other night. The memory makes your cheeks blush.

And as always, there he stands on his desk platform, still as a statue. Always working. Yeah, you really needed to force some friends on him after this. You swing up to the platform and pull him into a hug from behind. He almost topples over from the dramatic entrance, bracing himself on the desk. 

“Hi,” you murmur lovingly into his back. 

“Hello,” He grumbles. It comes out irritated but you can tell he’s smiling. 

“Just got back from the cafeteria. You should really get a burger from there some time,” you tease him, leaning back into one of the swivel chairs.

“Why?” He turns to face you, eyebrows knitted together. 

“I just… think you’d like them,” you smile, giving the chair a good spin, “So, what’s up? You wanna talk about yesterday I’m assuming?”

His shoulders immediately tense and you feel a little bad for bringing it up so bluntly. God, he probably felt awful about putting you both in that position and ultimately… how it got resolved. Not that you minded. You feel like you have to stop yourself from blurting ‘Not the sex! The sex was great!’ Instead, you just shut up and let him take the lead.

“I… no. And yes,” he stammers, leaning back against the desk, “How are you… feeling?”

“Uh, fine I suppose,” You bring your knees up to your chest, suddenly a little wary of how to continue. He was on edge about it, you could tell. Your hand rubs over the fresh healed skin on your neck, “Just fine.”

“Good,” he looks away. Something was off. Maybe he just asked you to come in because he felt like he had to. Like he had to explain himself. You want to assure him he didn’t. 

“Miguel, if you don’t wanna talk about it, that’s—”

“No!” He snaps his head back in your direction, “It’s not that. It’s not—”

He growls, pushing several papers off his desk. Okay, so he was really upset about something. Something you did? Something in the multiverse. You don’t know, but when it comes to dealing with Miguel you’ve found a gentle hand is what gets results. 

You stand up and wrap a hand around his forearm, urging him to face you. He turns, a grimace on his face. He still looks away. Could he not even look at you? The implications of that frighten you, but still, you press on. Your other hand slowly comes up to his cheek and the lines on his face instantly smooth under your touch. Well that’s a good sign, right?

“You’re making this so much harder than it needs to be,” he mumbles, placing a kiss into your palm. 

“Please tell me what on earth you’re talking about so I can stop freaking out down here.” You weakly attempt a smile. 

He sighs, gently removing your hands. He grabs a metal case from the desk. He clicks it open and holds it in front of you. Inside are two vials of a pale green liquid. They look remarkably similar to his power dampeners. 

The realization finally hits you.

“Miguel?”

“It finished synthesizing after the attack.” His voice is so gentle now. So calm, “I wanted to give you time… Give us both some time.” 

There it is. The cure to your bond. The very thing you were praying for months ago. You should be happy, right? This is what you wanted. Your salvation. So why did it feel like you just got punched in the gut?

“It’s…it’s a one-time injection,” He takes one of the vials out and examines it in his hands. “There’ll be no pain. It’s safe.” 

You don’t know what you're supposed to say. Was he really expecting you to say anything, though? Your stunned silence was probably answer enough. He takes the other vial out and hands it to you. You hesitantly accept it, almost expecting it to burn your skin when you roll it around in your hands. It was so… innocent. It was nothing. This little tube was holding your heart in your hands. 

“What…what do we do now?” your voice comes out so small you almost do recognize it. 

You see a twinge of pain flash across his face. He turns away to grab the injector gun. He holds it idly between you two. 

“Now we… go back to business as usual.” 

You look down at the offensive object. The final nail in the coffin to seal both of your fates. This was the goal all along. This is what needed to happen. You place your hand on top of the injector gun. This time it does burn. It feels wrong. The spider-sense makes your vision flash with white as soon as you touch it. You stumble away, almost in fear.

“I… I can’t do this, Miguel.” 

“What?” he hurriedly sets the gun aside. 

“Don’t you feel it?” Your heart is suddenly beating a mile a minute. You're afraid. Afraid of losing him or afraid of what this serum with do to you, you’re not really sure. 

“It– it doesn’t matter. We have to.” So he does feel it too. The rising anxiety. The panic. The screaming inside your head. 

“And what if we do, Miguel? What happens after?” You’re fighting to hold back tears. You’re already bargaining. You’re pleading with him and it feels so pathetic, “Can’t we still—”

“No.” It came out so quickly it was like a bullet to your chest, “We can’t— we shouldn’t. It’s too risky. We’ve already risked enough just by–”

He trails off, turning away again. He doesn’t want to be doing this either. If it was painful for you, it had to be painful for him. He couldn’t just cut you off so callously, right? He was putting on a stone mask because he didn’t want to feel. You know this all meant something to him. You meant something. You know it.

Suddenly you want to hurt him. You want him to feel how you feel. Make your words sting— Just show he’ll show some emotions. Anything.

“I keep sharing so much of myself with you and the next day you turn around and act like it meant nothing. Like I mean nothing to you.” A tear finally falls. He turns back around and you can see him resisting the urge to comfort you, hands clenched tightly at his sides.

“That’s not true.”

“Then say it. Say I mean something. Don’t you fucking care?”

“I—I can—that’s not—”

It’s not fair. You’re not being fair but panic is taking the wheel. It makes you angry. Makes you mean.

“No? Then say I don’t mean anything if you want this to be over so bad.” You spit.

You see the words wound him, “Of course you do. But you know— you know this can’t possibly work.”

“Why not?!”

His lips flatten into a thin line and he turns away. He hunches over the desk with a heavy sigh, “I shouldn’t have to explain why to you.”

For once, he’s right. He doesn’t. You know why. You absolutely know why. His wife. His daughter. An entire world gone by his doing. Somehow, you can’t bring yourself to reason with the very real risks— the selfish risks you’ve been taking. What either of you could do to your respective realities. You could end the world if you weren’t careful. Everything must be balanced and this bond was tipping the scales. You both simply being together was a risk to the universe at large. Something so small had very real consequences. Miguel proved that a long time ago. 

You always knew this was selfish from the beginning.

Yet another part of you doesn't believe that. This was hard but the right choice should be obvious, right? You made hard choices all the time as a spider. The right choice was always easy in the end because you were sure of yourself. So why did this feel so… wrong? 

The tears fall at full force now. 

“Miguel I— I don’t know what to do,” you clutch at your chest. “I know this is what we agreed on. I know it’s what we should do. I know but it feels so— you have to feel it too.”

He catches you before you can crumple to the ground. He pulls you in close as you tremble in his arms. The sense hums but it wants more. It wants him, and this just isn’t enough. 

You’re not sure how long you stand there with him holding you like a pathetic child. Hugs are usually so comforting. This one felt more like an apology. An unsaid I’m sorry for putting us both through this. You want to hit him. You want to kiss him and never stop. You want to scream. 

In the end, you do nothing. You do nothing and he just holds you.

Eventually, he’s the first to break the silence.

“This is the way it has to be.” 

You're angry. You’re angry because you know he’s right. Despite being so similar, you were from different worlds at the end of the day. Different realities. You were never supposed to meet. Yet here you are crying into his arms. 

Fate is ruthless that way. 

The cure is still clutched in your hands, burning a hole through your palm. You pull away from him and look down at the horrid little thing. 

“You don’t have to take it right now,” He says, his hand closing over the top of yours. “When you're ready.”

You nod, shoving the damned thing in your pocket. “When will you take yours?”

He hesitates for a moment, “When I’m ready.” 

It makes you want to start sobbing all over again. He didn’t want this to be over either. Just when you thought you could have it all, it’s ripped away from both of you. 

But… this is how it had to be. 

Despite the pain, despite your own greedy wants, it’s what must be done for the sake of the greater good. That’s what a spider always does, right? That’s what this world is, constant sacrifice. The glamorous life of a hero— you’re so tired of it. 

You’re not making it any easier for yourself by lingering around him. He wanted this to be over quickly, and so did you. End it, then you can go your separate ways— and cry on Jack’s couch for the next month. If this had to end, then it had to end completely. Snuff out the flames now so he doesn’t hurt more later. 

You want to kiss him so badly, but you have to remain strong. Both of your resistance is paper thin and a single wrong move could tear it all down and make this even more painful. Take a page from his book and put on a stone mask. Don’t feel— at least for right now. 

You step out of his grasp, instantly missing his warmth when you do. You hug yourself, hoping to keep some of him with you. 

“I should go,” You simply say. 

“Okay.” He nods, reaching out and then instantly retracting his hand. God, why did this have to be so hard?

You don’t even realize you’d hit your button home until the portal materializes behind you. Its deep bassy buzzing falls deaf on your ears. You gaze into its menagerie of pulsing colors and see only gray now. 

The sense pounds against your skull when you take a step closer to your way home. 

Stay! Stay here, with him!

The sense always seemed like its own entity anyway. Something inside you panicking for its own self-preservation. Maybe that’s all this was— a parasite. It helped to think about it that way, at least. 

You turn to take one last look at Miguel. A hulking man standing at nearly 7 feet tall… just looked so small right now. So defeated. You did that to him— and you can’t do anything to fix it. Not anymore. 

Your first instincts about the spider-sense were right. 

It was a curse. 

“Miguel?” His name almost hurts to say. He looks into your very soul, blood-red eyes somehow speaking words that could never be fully articulated. “Thank you. For… everything.”

You don’t wait for a response, stepping into the world between worlds, eager to be home where you’d allow yourself to fall apart all over again. 

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Here You Come Again [Part Two]

Fandom: Elvis Presley, RPF, American Actor

Pairing: Elvis Presley x Original Female Character

Characters: Elvis Presley, Addison Goodwin, Original Female Characters, Priscilla Presley, Colonel Tom Parker, Vernon Presley, Gladys Presley, Minnie Mae Presley, Marci Cunningham, Jerry Schilling, Red West, Sonny West, Marty Lacker, Joe Esposito, Charlie Hodge, Lamar Fike, Alan Fortas, George Klein, Memphis Mafia

Rating: Mature/Explicit

Word Count: 6118

Summary: When Addison Goodwin was seventeen years old her life was turned inside out after a chance encounter with her past. Now, fifteen years later her life is the best it’s ever been. She has a home, a good job and a daughter she loves more than anything in the world but will all that remain when an old familiar face rolls into town.

Tags: Angst, Fluff, Graceland, Las Vegas, The International Hotel, Elvis In Vegas, 1970s, 1970s Elvis, Friends To Lovers, Rekindled Romance, Parenting, Time Line is Sketchy, Guilt, Betrayal, Teenage Pregnancy, Hawaii, Hidden Pregnancy, Jealousy, Sex, Absence of Parent, Single Motherhood, Trauma, Oral Sex, Tension

Notes: I just watched Elvis again and now I’m sobbing. Good job this is a happy chapter innit fml

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‘Shit,’ Addison exclaimed as she noted the smoke now billowing out of the top of the toaster. She darted towards it, flicking the button which made the now charcoal-coloured bread pop up out of the top. With a sigh she grabbed it, wincing as it burned her fingertips before she dumped it in the trash can and popped another couple of pieces inside. She was distracted. She had been since last night; from the moment she had clapped eyes on him, Elvis.   Her heart ached at the thought of him. Then again it always hurt when she thought of him though admittedly it was less often these days. She thought about the way he had looked at her, his mind swimming as he took in every detail as if he was trying to put together a puzzle he didn’t have all the pieces for. Addison had all the pieces but the picture they made wasn’t exactly a rosy one which is why she had longed to get out of there the minute she could. It was why she had left when she was seventeen. Her mind flitted to the image of Jess stood beside them, watching them closely, her eyes just as confused as his had been. Jess.   She wondered if she knew.   ‘No,’ Addison thought, ‘no she would’ve said something.’   It was true. Her daughter wasn’t one to keep things from her. She was a good kid and being that it had always been the two of them they were closer than most mothers and daughters she knew. Then again, she hadn’t told her she was sneaking out of the house to go and see him perform. She didn’t even know she liked his music.   Addison had never played it outright, but she had never forbidden it either, fearing it would spark a curiosity in her daughter she didn’t want to ignite. His films had been played on TV and she’d heard his songs on the radio but it was only ever in passing. Even when he started doing shows in Vegas it wasn’t much of a concern since she rarely had cause to go into the city other than work and the acts in town didn’t really interest Jess. He wasn’t as popular with the younger generation as he once had been and when Jess had bragged about being a fan of The Rolling Stones or Led Zeppelin Addison couldn’t help but celebrate.   But now she was sneaking out of the house to see him. Allowing Addison to get back to an empty house after a twelve-hour shift only to find her daughter’s bed empty before receiving a phone call from some stranger telling her she was at a club. That wasn’t her daughter.   Which had to mean she had an ulterior motive for going right? A curiosity about something more than music? Whenever Jess had asked about her father Addison had remained vague. The details hurt too much to speak of in those early days and it wasn’t as though Jess would understand everything anyway. She was just a kid. She’d told her they had known each other for a couple of months but he was in the army and Addison had lost touch with him before she could tell him she was pregnant. That wasn’t entirely untrue she had just skirted over the fact she knew exactly where to find him should she want to.   Her mind was spinning, something that it had been doing all night which is why she was running on coffee and nerves only. She didn’t even hear Jess enter the kitchen until she heard her name called.   ‘Mom?’ she heard Jess say and she turned around from the kitchen counter to find her daughter, still in her pyjamas, watching her nervously from the kitchen door. ‘Sit down,’ Addison said finding her throat surprisingly dry, ‘breakfast will be a minute.’   As Addison turned back to the counter, grabbing the fresh pieces of toast out of the toaster as she did, Jess watched her closely. She didn’t know what was happening. Where was the yelling? Where was the punishment? Not only had there been no freakout but she was making her breakfast as if it was any other day. Jess was bewildered but feeling she’d kick things off if she didn’t listen to what her mother said she took a seat at the kitchen table just as Addison plonked a plate of bacon, eggs and toast down in front of her.   ‘You should eat,’ Addison said quietly. ‘I’m not hungry,’ Jess said feeling another round of nausea bubble inside her at the sight of the food on her plate. Her mother turned to eye her. ‘It’ll help soak up the alcohol,’ she said wryly, ‘besides if you’re gonna throw up again you’d rather have something on your stomach. Trust me.’ ‘You heard me throw up?’ Jess said a vague memory of practically crawling to the bathroom around four thirty am flashing into her mind. ‘Why do you think I didn’t hit you with any yelling yet?’ Addison asked as she slipped into her chair, ‘I’m not that mean.’   ‘So you’re saving it all for this morning huh?’ Jess asked nervously receiving a sigh from her mother. She didn’t look at her, she was too nervous too, so even though she felt horrendous she tucked into her eggs trying not to vomit as they slid down her throat. ‘I’m not going to yell at you,’ Addison said which finally made Jess look up, surprise dancing across her features. ‘You’re not?’ Jess asked, ‘but I thought-’ ‘You’re a kid,’ Addison shrugged, ‘kids do dumb stuff. It’s nothing none of your friends won’t do at some point. I’m just happy it didn’t go worse than it could have. I mean you’re lucky I was at home when the guy called, I was just about to come trawl the streets looking for you.’   Jess nodded trying to ignore the guilt that settled in as she spotted the worry on her mother’s face.   ‘I just…I just want to know why,’ Addison said. It wasn’t what she wanted to ask but she couldn’t exactly fire on all cylinders. Especially if there was a chance Jess didn’t know. That was the reason she’d done it in the first place. To protect her. ‘I don’t know,’ Jess admitted, ‘I mean the only ticket I could get was for the midnight show and I figured there was no way you’d let me go so…I snuck out. And then there was this guy and he asked if I wanted to join them and well, I didn’t know how to say no. So I went.’ ‘This guy who?’ her mother asked unsure of what to ask. She wondered who had invited her. Was it Elvis? One of the boys? She’d seen them around – had one of them recognised Jess but not known why? As question after question popped into her brain Jess spoke. ‘His name’s Rick...’ she said easing Addison’s tension at the unfamiliarity of the name, ‘I didn’t even really like him that much. I just didn’t want to seem lame, y’know?’ ‘Well I can’t say I’m thrilled you’d just go off with some random boy you’d never met but I understand,’ Addison sighed. She did understand. More than her daughter knew.   ‘What I don’t understand,’ Addison started making Jess’s eyes find hers, ‘is why you didn’t just tell me. I mean I didn’t even know you liked…him.’   She couldn’t say his name. It was ironic given the amount she had been thinking about him since last night but uttering the words in front of Jess felt unnatural. Not unnatural, but as though she was admitting something she didn’t want to.   ‘Oh,’ Jess said as nonchalantly as she could, ‘I didn’t. Not until recently. Some of the girls and I watched a couple of his films over the Christmas break and I thought his voice was good. We all tried to get tickets but I was the only one who could and well I figured you’d never let me go on my own at night, so I just didn’t mention it.’ ‘Well next time tell me, okay? And maybe we can arrange something that will give me a little less of a heart attack,’ Addison said gulping down the rest of her coffee so she had an excuse to leave the table. As she washed her cup her mind raced. Jess didn’t know. That was something.   Jess watched her mother by the sink feeling horrendously guilty. She had lied to her, and it had tripped off her tongue so easily. She wanted to come clean, to confess that it wasn’t her friends that had sparked an interest in her but something else. She wanted to ask why her mother had been so concerned last night, why Elvis had looked at her the way he had. ‘Mom?’ she asked feeling the questions bubbling to the surface. ‘Yeah?’ Addison said turning around but once her hazel gaze was on Jess’s face she couldn’t bring herself to say anything. ‘Never mind,’ she said. Addison nodded as she glanced at her watch. ‘Come on, eat up and get dressed. I’ll run you to school,’ Addison said. ‘Wait I have to go in?’ Jess asked in disbelief. ‘It’s your first day back,’ Addison said simply. ‘I’ve been throwing up,’ Jess said as if it was self-explanatory. The nausea was settling a little bit but she still felt too tired and rough to even contemplate sitting through six hours of lessons. ‘Unfortunately I can’t write notes for hangovers,’ Addison said raising her eyebrow, ‘besides think of school as the lighter alternative to getting grounded.’ ‘This is non-negotiable huh?’ Jess asked. ‘Not a chance,’ Addison said as she headed towards the kitchen door, ‘I’ll be waiting in the car.’   ✵✵✵   Elvis was tired, a feeling that was made worse as he came out of his bathroom only to find the curtains of his suite were now wide open, forcing the low winter sun into his eyes and making him wince. Though however exhausted he felt he didn’t seem half as tired as Jerry looked. He was standing at the piano, looking out of the view of the city but he turned around as he heard Elvis enter the room, a solemn look on his face. That was when it all came flooding back.   Addison. Last night he had seen Addison, for the first time in fifteen years.   And then she was gone, running from him before he could even get his thoughts into place. Running from him with her daughter in tow. Her daughter.  Her fourteen-year-old daughter. That Elvis remembered.   It wasn’t that he had forgotten. How could he, after all, meeting the daughter of your ex who disappeared from the face of the earth fifteen years ago wasn’t exactly something that would slip your mind. He just hadn’t woken up properly yet. He didn’t even know how long he’d managed to sleep and though it didn’t feel like long the sinking sun in the sky begged to differ. After Addison had left Elvis had headed back to the hotel with only Sonny, Red and Jerry in tow, but once he was back in his suite he couldn’t sleep. He spent hours pacing in his room as he thought of question after question, too many of them to count.   The biggest one burned in his brain like the girl’s familiar face and bright blue eyes had for most of the night. Yet he couldn’t bring himself to ask it. He couldn’t bring himself to believe that if she was his Addison would’ve kept it from him.   Maybe that was why she hadn’t come back. Maybe after he’d left she’d met someone else and got knocked up, too ashamed to come back and tell him. Maybe it was a coincidence. Maybe she had just wanted to leave and the kid had just happened straight after that, after all, all he knew was that she was fourteen she could have been born months out of the window for her to be his.   But still, the thought niggled at him.   Which was why he had asked Jerry to see if he could find her again. At least now he knew where to start looking.   As he moved into the room Jerry watched him like he had last night with concern and sympathy in his eyes. He had been the only one Elvis had permitted to stay in the room, much to the boys’ annoyance, and though he hadn’t said much he had allowed Elvis to offer up any thought and feeling he might have had without interjection.   ‘You got anything?’ Elvis asked moving past him towards the drinks cart in his room. He uncapped a bottle of vodka not even bothering to pour it into a glass before he swigged it down the sting of it in his throat waking him up just a tad. ‘Not much,’ Jerry said as Elvis moved to stand next to him, ‘I mean there’s a dozen Goodwins in the phone book. I’ve ruled most of them out, a couple didn’t answer so there’s a possibility there. I mean that’s if she’s still using her-‘ he faltered. Elvis glanced at him as realisation dawned on him. If she was still using her maiden name. Jerry cleared his throat uncomfortably before he pressed on, ‘anyway, that wasn’t what I noticed.’ ‘Oh yeah? What’ve you got Columbo?’ Elvis asked raising an eyebrow. ‘An address,’ Jerry said smirking at his friend’s quip as he placed a map down on the top of the piano. There were a couple of spots circled, others crossed out where his friend had ruled them out as possibilities but he was pointing to one circled not too far from the hotel. ‘A hospital?’ Elvis asked. ‘Desert Springs,’ Jerry said, ‘I remembered she was wearing a uniform, a nurse’s one. So I thought I’d chance it and what do you know, they’ve got an Addison Goodwin who works there. Starts her shift, oh, half an hour ago.’ ‘You don’t say,’ Elvis said feeling a smile creep onto his face. It looked like he was finally going to get some answers.   It didn’t take him long to get ready after that. Whilst Jerry went to arrange a car to get there Elvis showered and changed, his mind on Addison the entire time. The questions swirled in his mind once more. The more he thought about it though, the more concerned he got, and the more unsure he became about what he wanted the answers to be.   That uneasiness didn’t lift all the way over to the hospital. Thankfully no one seemed to notice their arrival though he didn’t know if that was because he remained tucked behind Sonny and Red as they walked through the halls or because Jerry had put in a word to keep it as low-key as possible. Whilst Jerry offered directions to Red and Sonny Elvis stayed quiet keeping his eyes trained on the men’s backs in front of him. That was until he heard Jerry say, ‘this should be the one.’ ‘You see her?’ Sonny asked looking around the long corridor as if she was just going to appear in front of him. Elvis looked up, his stomach flip-flopping as he noted there were people around and none of them were her.   ‘308 wants pain meds,’ he heard a voice say and he looked towards the nurses’ station up the corridor. There was a nurse standing behind it, young and attractive, though the aggravated look on her face made her look older than she was. She was holding a folder out and he watched as Addison glided into view and took it out of her hand. She opened it flipping through the pages inside it, unaware that she was being watched. Her hair was swept back from her face and she was wearing a crisp white uniform though it was offset by a pink cardigan, no doubt trying to keep the chill of the corridor off her. She looked beautiful.   ‘He always wants pain meds,’ Addison sighed, ‘I’ve told him the doctor will only prescribe so much.’ ‘Yeah well, you didn’t hear what he promised him on rounds this morning. He said all he had to do was ring his bell and one of us would be happy to-’ her fellow nurse said trailing off as she looked up and clocked Elvis standing there watching them. Addison’s brows knitted together as her friend’s voice disappeared though she quickly discovered the cause.   ‘Hey,’ Elvis said as he stepped forward, a gentle smile on his face as he tried to signal that he came in peace, but her face fell into a scowl. ‘Addie-’ her friend said but it was no use, Addison whipped around the nurses’ station and grabbed him by the arm pulling him away from the boys and her colleague until they were out of earshot. Elvis allowed himself to be dragged, trying to ignore the way her grip pinched at his skin through his sleeve.   ‘What the hell are you doing here?’ she snapped as she moved to stand in front of him. ‘I came to talk,’ Elvis said as if it were obvious. ‘I have nothing to say to you,’ she said folding her arms across her. Elvis watched her for a moment, the anger in her eyes as she looked at him. It was like the way she had looked at him the first time he had run into her again back at that fair. The way she had looked at him when he had tried to talk her into coming to live at Graceland. ‘Yeah, well, I have plenty. Most of them questions,’ he said irritably, ‘like what the hell is going on?’ ‘You need to leave,’ she said sternly. Elvis felt his uneasiness turn to anger. No matter what the explanation he still deserved to get one, right? ‘No,’ he said firmly, ‘I ain’t going anywhere. I mean you honestly expect me to just be happy with no explanation after you disappear into thin air for fifteen years without so much as a see you later-‘ ‘It wasn’t like that,’ she protested. ‘What was it like then, huh?’ he asked. ‘You have no idea,’ she said clenching her jaw to keep herself from crying. She could feel tears stinging at her eyes but they kept at bay. She wasn’t some kid anymore. And she certainly wasn’t going to cry in front of him.   ‘So tell me,’ Elvis said his tone softening a touch as he noticed the tears glinting off her lash line in the harsh hospital lighting. Addison looked at him and for a moment he thought he had won her over, that she was going to concede. ‘You need to leave,’ she said tightly his hopes crashing down around him. She may have looked just like that seventeen-year-old he had been able to smooth talk around but the woman looking back at him was by no means that girl. There was something harder to her, like a veneer he couldn’t crack. Like a mask slipping into place. Still, he tried to protest, ‘no, not until you tell me what’s going on.’ ‘No,’ she said, ‘you know what? No. You don’t get to do this. You don’t get to come back into my life and demand answers like you did when I was seventeen years old. You turned my life upside down then and I sure as hell won’t let you do it now.’ ‘Why because you’ve got a kid now? A kid who’s what? Fourteen?’ he asked pointedly making her eyes go wide. Addison could feel her heart hammering inside her chest as she looked at him staring down at her with those questioning blue eyes. Eyes that looked so much like Jess’s it hurt.   ‘Don’t,’ she said though it was little more of a whisper. ‘Addie please,’ he said quietly hoping that her tone was a good sign. Hoping that he’d broken her walls down even if just an inch. ‘If you don’t leave now I’ll call security. Doubt that’ll be good for image,’ she said sarcastically, pulling away from him. Elvis looked at her, the last dig hitting him in his gut. There were more people in the hall now and though they were separated from most of them by the boys, who had placed themselves strategically around them should anyone want to walk through, when he glanced to his side he spotted a security guard watching them, Sonny’s hand on the man’s chest as he tried to get closer.   ‘Everything alright?’ he asked looking at Addison first. She wrapped her arms around herself and nodded. ‘He was just leaving,’ Addison said and before Elvis could protest she strutted past him pushing through Red and Sonny and into a room behind the nurse’s station. Elvis sighed. So much for getting answers.     ✵✵✵   Addison pulled into her driveway and cut the ignition, watching as the headlights faded away leaving her staring at her garage door. Her gaze was fixed for a moment as she tried to tell her feet to move, but they wouldn’t. She was too tired not that it was anything to do with her second late shift of the week. No, this exhaustion was something else entirely. After seeing Elvis yet again she was emotionally drained. Still, sitting in her car wasn’t going to fix that so after grabbing her bag off the front seat she climbed out.   No sooner had her foot hit the concrete than her name was being called and she looked up to find Elvis making his way across the road from a car parked opposite her house. Addison hurried her movements, forcing the key to turn in the lock quickly as she attempted to scurry up her driveway.   ‘Addison,’ he called as he reached her garden, the gravel of her front yard crunching under his foot as he hurried towards her. ‘What? Stalking me at work wasn’t enough now you have to come to my home?’ she asked though she didn’t slow down. She was at her front door now, turning the key in the lock as quickly as she could. ‘We need to talk,’ Elvis said indignantly. ‘I have nothing to say to you,’ she said as the door unlatched and she stepped inside. When she turned around to close it though he was on her front step. ‘Yeah? Well you don’t get to decide that,’ he said putting his foot in the door as she tried to slam it closed in his face, ‘Addison stop.’ ‘Elvis,’ she said feeling the emotional roller coaster she had been on all day hit a new peak. Except now it wasn’t anger like she had felt at the hospital. Now it was fear. He was at her home and Jess was upstairs in bed. It was too close. Too real. ‘No Addison,’ he said sternly, ‘you can’t run away from me. Not again.’ ‘I can’t do this,’ she said feeling her heartbeat in her ears, ‘you can’t be here.’ ‘Addie please,’ Elvis said though the authority was gone from it now. He wasn’t demanding, he was begging. ‘I didn’t run away to hurt you. I did it to protect me. From this, from all of this,’ she said brokenly, ‘don’t you see that?’ ‘Did you think you could run forever?’ he asked looking at her expectantly, ‘you had to know this would happen.’ ‘You weren’t supposed to know,’ she said her breath hitching in her chest as she looked at the heartbreak on his face. ‘Addie,’ he breathed. ‘Please just go,’ she said feeling her own voice beg this time. ‘Addie, is she?’ he asked. He couldn’t bring himself to say the words, to utter them out loud. ‘I can’t,’ she whispered as tears started to spill over and down her cheeks. Elvis could feel tears forming in his own eyes but he closed them, his jaw clenching to prevent the dam from breaking before he asked again. ‘Is she?’ he didn’t need an answer. The look on her face was enough. It was one of heartache, guilt and sorrow. ‘Please just go,’ she begged, ‘please.’   Elvis looked at her, feeling the anger and determination that had been stirring inside of him as he waited in the car outside her house for her to arrive home melting away when he saw how vulnerable she looked. It was a look he had seen before. When it came down to it, she couldn’t pretend, not with him. He didn’t say anything but he pulled back allowing her to push the door closed in front of his face. Addison fell against it, her head resting on the wood as tears streamed down her face.   ‘Mom?’ she heard Jess call and when she turned around her daughter was standing at the top of the stairs watching her worriedly. Addison’s hands flew to her face so she could push her tears away before she moved towards the kitchen where Jess couldn’t see her.   ‘What are you doing up? You should go back to bed you’ve got school,’ she called before she disappeared out of the girl’s sight. She could hear her daughter moving down the stairs, but she busied herself with the coffee machine as if she needed to add caffeine to the situation. Jess watched her mother from the kitchen door that guilt from earlier returning as she noted the way Addison tried to keep herself together, her chest moving unevenly as she tried to suppress the sobs from inside her.   ‘Mom?’ Jess said again though Addison didn’t reply this time, ‘it was him, wasn’t it?’ ‘You should be in bed,’ Addison stated still refusing to look at her daughter. However, Jess didn’t listen to her mother and instead inched into the kitchen hoping she was brave enough to say what she needed to.   ‘He’s my dad, isn’t he?’ she said quietly. That made Addison turn around. Her hazel eyes were wide with disbelief as she tried to make her daughter’s words register in her brain. They wouldn’t compute though. ‘How did you-’ she said trailing off as she looked at Jess who was now shifting uncomfortably, the guiltiest look on her face. Addison’s heart ached. She had found out and from someone other than the one person it should’ve been.   ‘Oh Jessie,’ she said moving to envelop her daughter who hugged her back, still feeling guilt swirl inside her. They stayed there for a moment, hugging in the middle of the kitchen, until Addison felt her heartbeat settle just a touch but enough that she could move them to the kitchen table. Jess took a seat beside her, almost chewing her lip off with nerves as her mother’s gaze fell on her.   ‘I don’t even know what to ask,’ Addison said after a minute, ‘I mean how did you…’ ‘I found a box of pictures a-at Aunt Marci’s over Christmas b-break,’ Jess said quickly as if she was on trial and had to get her defence out as quickly as possible. As if her mother wouldn’t blame her if she thought Marci’s carelessness was to blame. Yet as she clocked her mother’s patient expression, she realised she didn’t need to. ‘Go on,’ Addison said quietly trying to ignore how her heart squeezed tighter in her chest at the sound of Jess’ stammering, something that only happened when she was nervous. ‘There were pictures of the two of you together…you guys looked like a couple. The date said 1957 and…I mean I knew you were from there but I wondered why you’d never said anything, so, I did some digging,’ she said dropping her gaze to her lap though Addison remained silent, ‘and I found out all these things about him…that he was in the army. And well, I started thinking.’   Addison watched her closely, their eyes meeting as Jess finally looked back up her face still full of nerves as she continued.   ‘I guess I didn’t believe it at first. I mean Elvis Presley my dad yeah right,’ she scoffed, making Addison frown, ‘that’s why I went to the concert. I thought if I saw him on stage I’d just know y’know? But I didn’t, not really. Then I met him and it was like I knew but not enough…I didn’t know until I saw the pair of you. The way you looked so scared…I knew.’ ‘Oh honey,’ Addison sighed as guilt coursed through her. ‘I’m sorry,’ Jess said quietly. ‘What are you sorry for?’ Addison asked confused. ‘I…I didn’t know it’d hurt you like this,’ Jess admitted pushing a new wave of guilt through Addison which worsened still as she said, ‘mom, is he a bad guy?’ ‘What? Oh, honey no,’ she said with a sigh, ‘no, it’s not him…but the world he lives in, it’s not like our world Jessie.’ ‘That’s why you didn’t tell me?’ Jess asked. She was feeling braver now. She’d gotten out everything she had wanted to say and her mother hadn’t shut her down, and though that was something she still had questions burning inside her though. ‘I didn’t do it to hurt you,’ Addison said quietly, ‘but there was no way I, we, could stay in that world. You gotta understand baby, I was a seventeen-year-old kid with this amazing little girl. And I wanted to protect you. I didn’t have anyone to protect me but I could do that for you.’ ‘Did he hurt you?’ Jess asked feeling an uneasy shift inside her at her mother’s words. ‘Not him,’ Addison said. It wasn’t a full answer but it was the only one she felt as though she could give. After all, she’d spent the past fourteen years protecting her daughter she wasn’t going to stop now. But she could see the confusion in her daughter’s eyes so she did offer something to try to help, ‘it’s a long story and you don’t need to hear everything…. not yet. But he didn’t hurt me. If it was just him maybe I could’ve gone back but I couldn’t risk that.’ ‘Are you mad he knows?’ Jess asked. Addison took a deep breath and shook her head. ‘I guess it was always gonna come up eventually. I just figured I’d have a little while longer. That it’d be your decision when you were a grown-up,’ she admitted. She could see the cogs turning in her daughter’s mind, questions popping up before they disappeared again and Addison had to make a conscious effort to remember to breathe. Finally, she watched as the question she wanted to ask landed.   ‘Are you saying I can’t see him again?’ Jess asked nervously. ‘Jess,’ Addison sighed. She didn’t know why but this was the question she was least prepared for. ‘I know it’s not going to be easy,’ Jess said quickly, ‘but I want to.’ ‘Baby I don’t know,’ Addison said hoping her daughter wouldn’t feel too dejected. It had been what she was protecting her from all her life and here her daughter was wanting to dive in headfirst, ‘you don’t understand what it’s like. The press, the fans, everything. It’s a lot to deal with. I don’t think that kind of pressure is good.’ ‘But you do know what it’s like,’ Jess said quickly, ‘and you know me. You said yourself you didn’t have anyone to protect you from all that but I have you right? ‘Of course you do,’ Addison said but Jess was on a roll. ‘And I know that whatever happens, you’ll protect me,’ she said her blue eyes watching Addison with hope, ‘Mom…I really want to meet him. I mean I love you don’t get me wrong and I wouldn’t trade you in for anything but…I really wish I had a dad sometimes…you get that, right?’ ‘More than you know,’ Addison admitted her mind flashing to her father for just a moment before Jess’ small questioning voice spoke once more.   ‘So, can I? Can we at least try?’ she said watching Addison with pleading eyes. One’s that she could feel herself yielding to, ‘and if it all goes wrong and it’s awful you can say I told you so till the cows come home.’ ‘Oh honey it’s not that I want it to go wrong,’ Addison said grabbing her daughter’s hands in her own as she looked at her, ‘I just worry you’ll get hurt if it does.’ ‘But I’ve always got you…right?’ ‘Right,’ Addison nodded. That was true, no matter what happened Jess would always have her. ‘So can we? Please?’ Jess asked her breath holding in her chest as she waited for her mother to answer. Addison thought about it for a moment, everything inside her screaming no until she took one look at her daughter’s face. Protection was one thing but what good was it if it made her miserable in the process?   ‘We can try,’ she said quietly as Jess leapt forward and wrapped her arms around her practically winding her, ‘but I’m not promising a thing.’ ‘Thank you,’ Jess said excitedly. ‘And I’m speaking to him first,’ Addison added, ‘before anything happens.’ ‘Yeah I know,’ Jess said nodding against her shoulder making whatever authority Addison felt inside her melt away as she doubted Jess was even really listening to her. ‘And don’t pin all your hopes up on this okay,’ Addison said. ‘I won’t,’ Jess said before adding quietly, ‘is that a yes?’ ‘It’s a we can try,’ Addison said as Jess pulled back though she was unable to shake the excitement from her face as she looked at her mom. ‘Okay,’ Jess said with a smile, ‘I love you.’ ‘I love you too,’ Addison said placing a hand on Jess’ cheek before she shook her head reality dawning on her, ‘you should go back to bed.’ ‘Okay,’ Jess said moving out of her mother’s grasp so she could get up. She moved to the door, lingering by it as Addison watched her.   ‘Night mom,’ she said with a smile. ‘Night sweetheart,’ Addison said offering her one in return though it was a touch more forced. Once she had disappeared up the stairs and she had heard her door latch closed Addison moved to shut the kitchen door before she moved to the phone. She tried to ignore how her hands shook as she grabbed the directory off the shelf below the phone, flipping through it until she found the number listed for the International Hotel.   Though the reception desk picked up straight away once she was patched through the phone rang out, making nerves bubble inside her. She hoped he’d answer soon before her nerves took hold and she hung up. If she didn’t do it now she never would.   Finally the line clicked on and a voice mumbled, ‘hello?’ ‘Jer?’ Addison asked her nerves calming a little now he was on the line. ‘Addie is that you?’ he said she could hear him scrambling to get seated other end, ‘hang on, we’ve just got back he’s in his suite but I can get him just wait a minute-’ ‘No,’ Addison said making the man stop whatever moving he was doing, ‘it’s you I wanted.’ ‘Me?’ Jerry asked. ‘I need to see him,’ she said simply. ‘Do you want me to bring him back over?’ ‘No, no,’ Addison said quickly, the thought of him actually inside her house making her freak out. No, at his hotel she could still keep their worlds separate should anything go wrong, ‘I’ll come to you. I have a day off tomorrow.’ ‘Right,’ Jerry said. ‘But I want to see him alone,’ she stated hoping the other man would agree, ‘no one can know, okay?’ ‘Okay,’ Jerry said tentatively. He was making deals he wasn’t sure he should be but he was sure that Elvis wouldn’t mind, not if it got her within reach again. ‘I’ll meet you at the hotel,’ she said, ‘the lobby, is 2 pm okay?’ ‘That’s fine,’ Jerry said scribbling a note on the pad beside his bed as if it would slip his mind though he knew it wouldn’t. Addison lingered twirling the phone cord around her finger nervously as she tried to finish what she wanted to say. Her other stipulation. ‘And Jer,’ she said. ‘Yeah?’ ‘Don’t tell him,’ she said though it sounded more like a plea than a statement. Jerry felt an uneasiness wash over him, the same kind of uneasiness he had felt when he had watched his best friend walk back to the car heartbroken. ‘Addie,’ he sighed, ‘I don’t know.’ ‘Please Jer,’ she said. She needed him to agree. She knew it was a selfish request but it wasn’t as though she was doing it to spite him. She wasn’t asking him to do it because she longed to ambush Elvis, the way he had her, but because she wanted to know she still had an out. If she needed it, she could still run. ‘2 pm,’ Jerry said, ‘he’ll be there.’

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☕️ fav fantasy books/series and what makes them so good and so For Jess. bonus for thoughts on what makes a less good fantasy fall flat

oh Boy okay alright!!!!

fantasy series i love/are excellent/peak For Jess: radiant emperor duology by shelley parker-chan (point: is it fantasy or just historical-ish fiction with some supernatural elements? counterpoint: i fucking love it and this is my list). the lumatere chronicles by melina marchetta. the daevabad trilogy by s. a. chakraborty. queen's thief my beloved!!!!! piranesi aka one of the best novels i read in 2020. tortall series by tamora pierce (but protector of the small quartet is the best of them).

honorable mentions: the raven tower by ann leckie; sharon shinn's elemental blessings series isn't like, as sharp as the top tier, but i really enjoy every reread; earthsea (but mostly the ones about tenar); it feels like cheating to say discworld but again: my list; the divine cities by robert jackson bennett; the stravaganza books were not quote unquote good but they did change my brain chemistry when i was 13; goblin emperor books (but more witness for the dead bc u kno me, i love a murder mystery). lotr would be here except i read them all once as a 6th grader and have yet to return. i still need to read the oleander sword but the jasmine throne kicked ass.

ok what is the unifying factor here lol. strong world building is very important i think; a real sense of a distinct place and culture/mix of cultures rather than Generic Medieval European City. there was a really good post going around that was like, where does the food come from (aka have you thought about how all of this actually works?), and a lot of these series think about Where Does The Food Come From. differences in cultural norms among different groups within the world AND from the audience. plots strongly rooted in politics/the inherent people-ness of people rather than everything relying on magic (not to say i don't love me some magic/divine plaything stories!!!! but they hit so much harder when the conflict comes from a place of innate human foibles). a dash of wonder and the inexplicable. if an answer is needed, it fits in the schema of everything else, but you don't feel the author trying to answer literally everything (when an author is sweating to show their work u can tell imo). most of these have at least one set of people where i want to see them kiss on the mouth, but most of the time that is not the Point; the best fantasy for me treats romance as a subplot/b-plot where it informs the stakes but is not the stakes itself. and ur basics of a good book in general: good writing, good pacing, et cet er a!

what makes them fall flat? world building inconsistency; new magic springing up because well, the author NEEDED it (aka those moments when you can see the seams lol); when the romance is the a plot (sorry but romantasy = not for jesses!!!!!); i think also authors get tripped up both by not planning ahead enough AND planning ahead too much when doing series (if you get a deal for one than one book you should have more than one book's worth of material; however if you can’t change and move then you can be stifled! see ursula le guin revisiting the gendered magic of earthsea in tehanu years later, or tamora pierce going oh shit there are normies in tortall in protector of the small). also this is a ME thing but i fuckin hate purple or twee prose. fantasy does not mean break out the thesaurus.

sorry for the novel. im gonna think of like six more books as soon as i post this

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After looking at that wheel I have multiple questions about Sunny.

Why do they find Jess cool? Is there something there something that Jess did specifically that Sunny found admirable or does Sunny just find Jess cool just for existing and being Spiderwoman?

I noticed that there's an arrow that shows how Sunny feels about Peter B. but what about the other way around? (And was not including this in the circle on purpose or did the circle just come like that?)

Moving on to Lyla and Sunny. What are their interactions like? Especially since it's Lyla who finds Sunny interesting to be around. What was Lyla and Sunny's introduction like?

Finally (for now I might be back later) Gwen and Sunny. Why does Sunny find Gwen strange? What was their introduction like? How'd they meet? How does Sunny feel about what Gwen did to Miles? (I feel like someone asked this already but I'm not about to look lol)

Imma need you to find that circle source

I mean wow this was so eye opening for my own spidersona.

Sunny thinks Jess is cool because Jess is just... cool. I mean. Look at her??? Big hair, cat eye shades and a red motorcycle??? Also she's generally nicer than Miguel, more forthright and less of a try-hard.

I forgor to draw the black arrow for Peter B. He's never met Sunny, while they vaguely know of him as a friend of Miguel's.

Lyla finds Sunny interesting because algorithmically they don't fit into previous models of Spider-Man AT ALL (they have none of the spider-man villains, none of the love interests, none of the canon events, and they aren't even vaguely heroic by nature), yet they aren't an anomaly. Even Miles fits the mold of Spider-Man better than Sunny does. Lyla's first introduction with them was explaining anomalies (they don't receive the Canon Event Talk), and Sunny's impression was "Oh, Miguel has a mommy issues program." They don't interact much outside of operations.

Sunny finds Gwen strange cuz she's just, dodgey. Lying about obvious things for no reason and lowkey living in HQ. But other than that, Sunny doesn't think much of her, the only reason they noticed Gwen in the first place was cuz nearly every Peter Parker in the vicinity would greet her each time she entered the lobby. Sunny doesn't really know who Miles is (their ass was not paying attention), and doesn't have a clue about what's going on between him and Gwen.

Sunny in HQ:

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⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅hello! I’m talsy and i’d love to be your friend!⊹ ࣪ ˖

Here’s a little bit about me:

Generally:

my pronouns are she/her

i’m bi

i’m a minor so don’t be 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 haha

i’m obsessed with the clean chic aesthetic and aspire to resemble that in the future

Favs:

Movies/series and characters and ships:

10 Things I Hate About You

characters: Kat and Cameron

ships: kat and patrick

Stranger Things

characters: mike, lucas, robin

ships: lumax, byler

The Perks of Being a Wallflower

characters: my baby Charlie😔

Ocean’s 8

characters: Lou and Nine Ball

ships: Lou and Debbie🫦

Ponyo

i haven’t watched that many ghibli movies but this one is my fav so far!!

Grown ups 2

H2O

characters: Rikki, Cleo and Lewis

ships: cleo and lewis, rikki and emma

Spider-man: Into The Spiderverse

characters: Miles and Peni Parker

ships: Miles and me👅

GILMORE GIRLS!! i am a SHLUTTT for autumn rain, hot ginger and lemon tea, thick blanket and gilmore girls playing on my screen

characters: lane, luke and sookie

ships: luke and lorelai, jesse and rory

Tangled

honestly there is nothing better than disney movies and this one takes a special place in my heart

IT

characters: richie and bill

ships: reddie

Arcane

characters: Ekko, Sevika, Vi, Caitlyn, Jinx

ships: caitvi, ekko and jinx

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The Last of Us (both part 1 and 2)

characters: ellie, jesse, abby, joel

ships: dellie, riley and ellie

Life is Strange and lis before the storm (also watching the playthrough od lis2)

characters: rachel, sean, max

ships: pricefield, amberprice

Fortnite🥸

nothing better than playing fn on call with my friends (i always say i prefer zero build but it’s just a cover up for the fact i can’t build for shit)

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Brent Faiyaz

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Montell Fish

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Kendrick Lamar

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Faye Webster

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Men I Trust

fav song: Pines

Clairo

fav song: Amoeba

Beabadoobee

fav song: 10:36

Childish Gambino

fav song: Heartbeat

Pixies

fav song: monkey gone to heaven

Arctic Monkeys

fav song: Sweater weather (proud enjoyer)

TV girl

fav song: Pretty boy

Billie Eilish

fav song: wildflower

The Cure

fav song: friday i’m in love

The Smiths

fav song: This charming man

Lana Del Rey

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Day 69a: Saturday March 9, 2024 - "Vi-Lee's Third Birthday"

This post contributed by Audrie after we went to Jess' house for Vi Lee's Birthday party

Wild to process that three full years have now come to pass between the birth of this child and this day. I remember it all well, as I was watching with learning eyes; my long time best friend journeying through pregnancy, labor and birth and into and through the multitude of layers of motherhood just about 12 weeks ahead of my own expedition. Witnessing the beauty in the birth of a mother through this lens — knowing that what was unfolding for her was on deck for me —helped me beyond measure; it has been a bit like owning a crystal ball, giving glimpses of my own future, albeit hazy and unclear, lighting the way to some generalized knowing’s of what is likely to come. Jess and I had this fantasy idea when we were both tracking our first pregnancies a trimester apart from one another about having  this picturesque new life along side one another with our littles in tow and a thriving friendship with frequent visits and support and face to face camaraderie… our reality after the tiny humans arrived was far from this dream. As visits and play dates and coordination of get togethers were far less frequent and far less bountiful than we imagined. And when we did manage to sync our children’s and personal schedules up, we found face to face visits often rushed, and hectic chasing babies, changing diapers, and being generally exhausted and scatter-brained mamas. But if anyone understood me the most and made my motherhood madness more normalized and feel welcome, it was and still is her. And watching Jess and listening to her about this Journey with Vi Lee —on the development scorecards, on the work/life balance, on the edges of the fray and in the depths of the mixture of gratitude, love, and exhaustion that embodies the life of committed mothers, I’m always in awe and learning from her experiences and actions. 

Vi Lee is a brilliant, beyond articulate, sassy, sweet, silly, sturdy young child now. Her bright mind is equally balanced by her strong physical presence. She is stubborn, she is witty, she is playful, and she is generous with her sweet nature. All a reflection of her well rounded parents and their parenting. It’s glorious watching nature and nurture unfold in these little miracles.

And now, with the birth of this second, I get to peer a bit more into that personal crystal ball of mine — watching with learning and curious eyes how Jess again seems to make seamless the transition into being mother of two. Aiven Lane is just two weeks old now as Vi Lee turns three. There were so many magical moments I’ll take with me in my heart and memory from today; William prancing with the older girls in his green dragon wings, the flutter of my heart when William was examining the baby for the first time so tenderly and sweet, Vi Lee bounding from the bounce house to the cake and kicking off her own birthday song, Parker wider blue eyes than ever and more outgoing but still soft spoken in the shadow of her graceful also pregnant mother.

When Jess and I talk later about the day she will recall a blur of butterfly cake baking and broken conversations between adults and toddlers and presents and birthday candles and songs and tattoos and nursing baby snuggles.

The whole of the day was beautiful, and the quiet time driving across town with Jake and W and I in the car, my husband’s hand on mine and smiles and sunshine and blue bird AZ spring time weather filling me up with all the feels of new life, new possibilities and big things to soon come.

Song: Generation X - Dancing With Myself

Quote: "Because we don’t know when we will die, we get to think of life as an inexhaustible well. Yet everything happens a certain number of times, and a very small number, really. How many more times will you remember a certain afternoon of your childhood, some afternoon that’s so deeply a part of your being that you can’t even conceive of your life without it? Perhaps four or five times more. Perhaps not even. How many more times will you watch the full moon rise? Perhaps twenty. And yet it all seems limitless." ~Paul Bowles

[idgivemyeyesfor-mattmurdock]

i liked your original post reminding people to be mindful of matt's blindness when writing fanfics for him, but your new one is quite odd, to be honest.

anyone who writes for him is free to interpret his character based on what stood out to them in the show, and how they use that interpretation to insert or conduct matt in their stories is very honestly up to them. there are famous and generally agreed-upon headcanons for matt because of popular fanfics in the dd fandom (which i'm also a big fan of), but ultimately they're just that: headcanons.

you may interpret matt as someone who would worship whoever he's dating, but many might not interpret his character as the same. i know you mean well, but i feel that being authoritative over how to write his character takes out the fun in writing fanfics for characters.

OMG HI!!! Thank you so much for responding!!!

Remember: this is my opinion. Not fact. I am not claiming my words to be fact, nor word I ever <3

Totally get where you're coming from; let me clarify my post.

So, there are fictional men like, Jess Mariana, Peter Parker (comic book, not live action) Obi-Wan Kenobi, and Clark Kent, that I feel like can be written overall in a pretty safe and vague way...they're the sweet guys of the fandom, and if you were to put the worst dialog on the planet by those characters but they were having picnic with so and so person, I honestly would read it and believe every action and movement.

If you were to write Though, when writing, Anakin Skywalker, Loki, Bruce Wayne, and Matthew Murdock/Daredevil... we enter this new world of layered writing that should be handled in a way that the reader (even if its for fun) gets the density of their personality, and tendencies.

I said, "Remember that Matthew Murdock is Daredevil, and Daredevil is not Matthew Murdock."

That, is what it means... and I don't feel like I have to defend it that much. His character is almost like moonknight in a way when you're writing two at once. Whichever you choose to focus more on, will reveal that personality for itself. Also, I've read some fan fics that do play this out very well. At night, and at all times at night; Daredevil is rougher with his love intrest, adn himself... vs the day where it's more puppy love.

"Sure he'd want to get a girlfriend, propose THEN have a kid. HOWEVER, throw in a wildcard of a women into the mix, and the order will have to change. Or, throw in if the oc hangs out with Matthew, she may go for the more traditional approach to a family. Vs, a character like Mercedes Castle (My OC. Check out Cherie on Wattpad!) who is more like Daredevil, but spends more time with Matt, then that changes the mix entirely because she's not traditional, but he is."

Again, this goes with handling with person you're oc is hanging around more often.... going back to the daredevil at night thing, I feel like choosing his choices for lets say the oc (at night) says, "I'm pregnant." right? Daredevil (imo) won't be as happy about that, but come the morning, Matthew Murdock plead his heart out to her and ask for "forgiveness" for being so rude.

"Matthew love interest, please remember that they become his god. He worships them, so he will bend the side of him he doesn't like to please her."

So, this can get see as authoritative towards his character. I get my wording was a lil off but, hear me out.

A lot of fan fics i've read MASTER this concept of "worshiping" the oc. But, I'm not saying whatever I say is fact, but in the show he does have a tendency to put xyz character in place of his own self (depending on how much he's 'into' them.) Sure, I get what you mean like, "you may interpret Matt as someone who would worship whoever he's dating, but many might not interpret his character as the same." saying that it takes away the 'fun' but hear me out. We want authenticity, and it feel better as the reader when you are given that raw dialog, and movements. my opinion: I love the worshiping idea, and it plays really well in a prompt when something happen to character B, and he has to give everything up to help them

Why am I writing this?:

Well because I really care about this character, and I hate to see such an intriguing person, get subjected to things that cross their moral standard.

we all have the capabilities to grow and accept others opinions!

and three, well, I just have been writing him for so long, that when I see a post like, "his eyes met my face" I'm like... girly. No. No he didn't because he's blind. And, when I see a pregnancy scare, and she's like, "He slipped his black mask away from his face and hugged me in excitement, saying 'I am so excited to start a family with you.'" I'm like... waitttttt hold up, and hear me out.

If you have a problem with this, please send in a request! Also, I'm open for requests about Matt, so enjoyyyy queens!

[fellhellion]

Do you ever think about how Gwen is friends with all the Peters, but Miguel seems closer to the non-Peter-Spiders (Jess and Ben)? I know its to make things less confusing for the audience but I also like to think there's something about Miguel being Not Like The Others. Thoughts?

Oh man, I’m sorry I’m the worst person to ask about this for in depth thoughts because I literally don’t know anything about Jess or Ben outside of their spiderverse iterations sbdhdjfj but I have seen other people taking about it and I think you’re onto something! Especially when he’s closest allies (they’re his friends let’s be real he’s just emotionally constipated) are outliers to the general Peter Parker patterns, and often more tech based or lab experiments (just like him)

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Calva Louise Interview: Closer to Free

Jess Allanic of Calva Louise

BY JORDAN MAINZER

At the last festival they played before Riot Fest, UK-based rock band Calva Louise were met with a bit of confusion and perhaps a little skepticism. "We're British," they purportedly joked to the crowd, following with a half-hearted, "Innit?" Lead vocalist and guitarist Jess Allanic is from Venezuela, bassist Alizon Taho from France, and drummer Ben Parker from New Zealand, so the seaside town of Blackpool, England, on the Irish Sea coast, is the band's adopted home after "squatting" around London when they formed seven years ago. At the festival, whose lineup skewed folkier, they received more rapturous applause from the metalhead crew than the crowd themselves. "We felt like Marty McFly in the 50s," Allanic told me over a Zoom call earlier this month. "'I guess you guys aren't ready for that yet...but your kids are gonna love it.'" At Riot Fest, on the other hand, the crowd, showing up at the Roots Stage at 12:15 PM, was both ready for and loved the band's hook-laden pop-metal.

Ben Parker of Calva Louise

Calva Louise have gone through a few shifts before arriving where they are now. I first heard them on their pop rock, clean vocal-laden debut, 2019's Rhinoceros, released on Modern Sky UK. The album didn't do as well as the label had hoped, so the band was dropped. 300 Entertainment picked them up next for their sophomore record Euphoric, which featured the more aggressive sound with screamed vocals the band is known for today on songs like "Belicoso". But that label didn't work out either. Calva Louise views their struggles as a blessing in disguise. Now, they self-release, free to take their burgeoning aesthetic in any way they please, learning music and video programs themselves to fulfill their ambitious artistic visions. This year, the band has released four singles, the sneakily thumping "Third Class Citizen", melodic but industrial "Feast Is Over", tempo-hopping "Oportunista", and earlier this month, the dramatic "Square One", each with its own visual-universe-building video. (The songs will appear on an upcoming mixtape, now set for release in December.) Even their live shows are, for lack of a better term, DIY. For instance, when Allanic started recording more intricate piano parts in songs but didn't want to rely on such an inflexible instrument live, Taho bought wood and metal and built her a sliding keyboard so she doesn't have to move from her microphone stand. "I'm not very coordinated when I walk in general," she joked, "So running from one place to another to play a part, I'm gonna fall."

Allanic next to the sliding keyboard Alizon Taho built

At Riot Fest, the band certainly showcased their coordination--at least on their own instruments. Allanic's vocal control, from whisper to scream, on "Third Class Citizen" perfectly meshed with the song's rhythmic barrage and chiming keys. Her fast-picking and Parker's trapdoor stop-starts on "Oportunista" recalled the best of one of the day's later bands, Code Orange. Though they still needed to rely on pre-recorded backing vocals to play songs like "Square One", the band is surely but slowly finding ways to become more efficient with the resources they do have, all the while building in momentum to hopefully allow them some future financial flexibility. "We don't do things for show," Allanic said. "We try to do things that will help us put [out] a clearer image of what we want to express. We don't know how to communicate it yet, because we're just three people and the money is an issue." Calva Louise recently received a grant, which will help and on which they recognize they'll increasingly need to rely as an independent band. And they're even open to being signed again to a label--that is, as long as they're finally given the creative control that every artist deserves.

Read my conversation with the band below, edited for length and clarity.

Alizon Taho of Calva Louise

Since I Left You: Have you been using your live shows to road test the songs you've been writing?

Jess Allanic: When we finish the song, I go through all the possibilities on Logic. Alizon and Ben go over their parts until we figure out the best it can be. We have to rehearse every day to be able to play it physically. If we had more resources and didn't have to work, we'd just be rehearsing 10 hours a day until the song is ready. The gigs really help. 6 months ago, we started playing these songs, and now, we have to think about things like, "Where do I take the mic on stage?" or "When do I breathe?" It's like we have to have a musical director. Gigs are like the experiment, playing the songs constantly and figuring out what we have to change. [For instance,] we'll even change some drum parts [as a result of playing live] and rerecord them. The first time we ever played "Third Class Citizen" live, we knew it was good, but I wore a corset on stage and realized I couldn't breathe the whole song. [laughs] Someone recorded it and put it on YouTube, and it's just me out of breath.

Alizon Taho: There are definitely things playing live teaches you that nothing else can.

SILY: You've been releasing videos alongside the new songs. How important is your visual identity, especially live?

AT: The project is not just music. It's a whole multi-disciplinary project from comic book to the videos Jess makes. It's a big story. The visuals, it's super important they convey that story and make everything link together.

JA: It's hard with the means we have--the availability of gear and computers and knowledge of programs--to get to a level where you make people understand what's happening. We spend a lot of time learning how to do things. Alizon has spent so many hours learning how to program a live rig he built himself. We're really lucky we live in a day and age where technology is available to people like us and we don't have to go through university to study programs that cost a lot. You can get so much out of an online course for $100.

AT: We're still experimenting, too.

JA: How can we DIY something that could cost so much money? How can we trick the system?

AT: The live shows, especially headlining sets, we want it to be more than three people on stage playing music. An actual full visual experience. Every time we've gone on tour, we've tried new things, with projected videos Jess made, DIY lights. I think we're getting better.

SILY: You recently got a grant from The FAC, too.

AT: That will be even more helpful for the videos. You have to make every little detail yourself, otherwise. Now, we can buy some assets.

JA: There was a grant we were applying for for years but never got it. When we did the first video for "Third Class Citizen", we were at the limit. I was really hoping to get some grants because we weren't going to be able to do any more videos. It's such a relief. [Now,] we're hiring a studio.

AT: Usually, it's a green screen in a spare room somewhere. The grant will allow us to step up the production.

JA: And the narrative, because we can work with actors and a scriptwriter. The story is very complex. We're working with a guy in Spain who is a film YouTuber. He's helping us write the script. For the next video, we want to go as far as we can. I love how fast technology is going for videos. I don't know about the rest of [technology], but for art and cinema, the next step will be more studios with LED screens. You'll just need to have the idea and it won't be impossible to accomplish something really good with a small studio. I'm really excited where that's going.

SILY: Is your mixtape coming out this month as planned?

JA: It will be out in December now.

AT: When we started releasing these songs, we got management, which we never had. We got an agent in the US. Plans started changing a little bit with the team growing and more people helping us. We were talking to some labels and things like that, and the mixtape got postponed a little bit because of logistics. The special edition vinyl from the UK is still coming out next week. Good for [those people,] they bought it first. Digitally, it will be December 1st with the videos we are working hard on at the moment. When you're an independent band, things happen like this.

SILY: You have a half hour set early in the day at Riot Fest. How do you go about curating a setlist for people who might not have heard you before? How do you present yourselves in that short timespan?

AT: Just smash the bangers. [laughs] It's probably coming down to what we want to show, the songs we feel are the most representative.

JA: All the new songs, the songs from the mixtape. There's an intro, interludes with bits of the story of the music videos. It's really dense, but in a good way. We're trying to play who we are now. We are kind of eclectic. When we started, we played a different sort of genre of music. That was us, but we were signed [to a label] and had to obey certain rules. We couldn't be 100% free. This set, what we're planning to do for Riot Fest, we've been rehearsing religiously every day. We want to play the heaviest music we have. We want to try to show every little facet of what we do. Kind of like when you have tasters of beers. Hopefully it works.

AT: We have to be really disciplined during the set itself since it's 30 minutes. We have to be as condensed as possible.

JA: We had to time tuning our guitars. We do a mockup every day we practice. We try to time it, and I memorize exactly what I'm going to say. We try to make a good impression. Maybe people will want more. Hopefully, people will like it.

SILY: Can you talk about your most recent song, "Square One"?

JA: The mixtape is extremely DIY. It was the most DIY and cheap thing you can think of. We recorded the instruments in the kitchen. Our friend mixed and mastered it almost for nothing. For us, this is what we can do with no resources. "Square One", most of the vocals are gang vocals because there's not much time to rerecord them. It's one reason we wanted the mixtape to be self-released, to make it the purest form of DIY. I don't think it can get more DIY. It gets clearer and clearer through the process. The next song will be four videos in one, to make a short movie. We're calling it a mixtape and not an album to express that there are no resources put into these songs. That's the best we can do with just us, an interface and getting the stems to our friend. We're really lucky. We have the chance for songs to get into playlists. They're there with bands who have the best production, where you can hear how good it sounds. I feel proud that it's there in those playlists. It's been good.

SILY: Your first two full-length albums were on labels, but the mixtape is being self-released. Why did you go independent?

JA: We started the band in 2016. We're foreigners and didn't know anybody in England. Alizon had to learn English. It was pretty hard. We were squatting in London. When we got an offer to sign, we had to go through the terms. I think we did well in getting the opportunities, because they wouldn't have come otherwise, but because we [initially] obeyed a bit too much, [we didn't end up working] the way labels expected us to be working. We were signed to an English label [Modern Sky], and they were expecting much more reception than we got. We got dropped, which was great for us, and then we got signed by another label [300 Entertainment], but it was the same thing: We couldn't do what they wanted. If people don't understand you, it won't work. It didn't work with the second label. But then we had the freedom to do exactly what we wanted. To us, that was the best thing that could have happened, to have 100% freedom to make our own decisions and strategy, even marketing strategy like Instagram and TikTok. We don't have PR or radio people, but we did what we could and saw what happened. Nothing against labels--and we still want to sign to one--but this wasn't a decision and was just what we had to deal with. We got an offer for a label ages ago, but it was to do exactly what they say, which hadn't worked in the past. We got dropped, owed so much money, and were broke, unable to record or release new music. So we're self-releasing this and will be able to profit a bit from it. We own our publishing, the songs' masters. We can buy food, and that's good!

[jessehart]

basics

Full name: Jesse Ivan Hart Nicknames: Jess Gender: cismale Pronouns: he/him Birthday: August 18, 2001 Zodiac: leo sun, leo moon, taurus rising Sexual orientation: exploring Marital status: single Teams/clubs: captain of the lacrosse team, pre-med society

character inspo

Logan Huntzberger (Gilmore Girls), Dylan McKay (Beverly Hills 90210), Logan Echolls (Veronica Mars), Nathan Scott (One Tree Hill), Zuko (Avatar the Last Airbender)

backstory stuff

Jesse was born and raised in LA. (You can read more about his family here.) He had a very hands-off upbringing which left him seeking attention in every way he could get it. And considering he could never do anything right in his father's eyes, those ways were generally unfavorable because that was all that ever seemed to get a reaction.

But he did manage to make a name for himself in school, throwing parties in his big, empty house and stealing a prescription pad from his step-mom when he was 16, writing scripts for his peers (and anyone who could pay) and earning himself the moniker 'the candy man'.

Facing expulsion when he was inevitably caught, his father threw money at the problem, and it went away. Not for the first time and likely not for the last, and never because it helped Jesse out. Donovan Hart would have loved to throw his son to the wolves if it wouldn't also look bad on his own public image.

Choosing a college on the opposite coast was a no-brainer, and it's really where he shined. Keeping a purposeful distance between himself and everyone else, he put forth his greatest creation: a version of himself that was palatable to other people. He was the party guy, the for-a-good-time-call guy, the down-for-whatever who knew where to find all the best parties. And maybe it was hollow, but it was still better.

ogden '22

The Jesse that returned to Ogden for the fall semester was not the same one that left for summer. He was more antagonistic, like he was purposefully trying to make people hate him.

He goaded Nate into punching him and then name-dropped him to the police during initial sitdowns. When Nate learned about that, he paid Jesse a visit and choked him out in the middle of the hallway in the Alcott dorms. Lots of people saw, no one cared.

Jesse realized Jacqui was enrolled at Ogden and was wholly convinced it was only because they were the brunt of a terrible bet he made a couple years before and they wanted to make him pay for the things he'd done.

His partying started to get a little out of control, but no one really seemed to notice. He kept it in check pretty well

During a confrontation with Greer's boyfriend, he alluded to Greer being in contact with him over the summer even though she hadn't been because he's an asshole who couldn't stand the idea that she might have ghosted him

During homecoming, he kissed Parker after two years of skirting around their attraction toward each other, and then he ended the night with Jacqui, who spent the night with him at the dorm he shared with Parker. He then proceeded to act like he didn't remember his kiss with Parker because he's a coward and can't even own up to his own self-sabotaging, and things were tense and strained between them for a while.

Greer's boyfriend sucker punched Jesse at a dorm party. Lots of people saw, no one cared

Jacqui and Jesse made a tenuous truce and Jesse sort of apologized for the things he'd done and Jacqui was too nice of a person to punch him in the face like he deserved and instead, they moved forward as friends of sorts

Word got back to Mari that Jesse had talked to Greer over the summer and she told her father who told the police, so Jesse was called into a second interview with the cops

During a school-wide blackout, Jesse was absolutely sure he saw Greer pass by a window. He's since chalked it up to drugs, but he does wonder...

During casino night, Jesse's father got into his head and Jesse got absolutely blitzed. Between the coke and the alcohol and the angst, he found himself on stage at some point in the night, making a coked-up speech and poking fun at his father. His dad didn't like that very much and got him outside alone and handled the situation the way he always liked to behind closed doors: with his fists. Only, Nate spotted them and stepped in. Jesse and Nate deciding to put aside their differences for the night (because they were both learning there were far fewer of them than they'd originally thought), went to an underground fight ring where Nate fought and let himself get beat unconscious. Jesse drove him to the hospital, stayed the whole night, and paid the bill on the way out. The intention was for Nate never to know he'd done any of those things.

During a haunted house, Jesse found a piece of what appeared to be Greer's journal, but with too many of the words crossed out or unreadable, there was no telling exactly what it meant

The time capsule videos were leaked and three of the entries had mentioned him indirectly and for the most part, they were not favorable. He felt kind of boo-hoo about it tbh

He received a letter in Greer's unmistakable handwriting and he got super drunk about it and banged on Mari's door and he finally talked a little about how he felt with Greer with someone, and... a sort of friendship began?

Jesse went into an interview with the cops for a third time and it did not go well

A confrontation with Jacqui went very poorly because they voiced their feelings and Jesse's own self-loathing made it impossible to be anything but absolutely horrible to them. And after they accused him of not being able to love anyone, it sort of went to his head

In an effort to prove everyone wrong, and because he was tired of acting like he didn't want the things he wanted, he and Parker made things official between them on New Years Eve

The celebrating was short lived, though. During the storm at the ski resort, Jesse and Diego went out to another chalet to find supplies and instead, found another page of Greer's diary and a creepy pap-style photo of Greer with her eyes crossed out

tasks

Family

Initial sitdowns

Follow-up interview

Haunted house

Time capsule video

Third interview

[thursdaygxrls]

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[ncisfranchise-source]

This week on CBS‘ NCIS, Parker, Torres, McGee and Kasie teamed up to prevent a literal World War III, while Jessica and Jimmy dealt with equally weighty matters — the status of their relationship.

To quickly summarize the A-story of “Sticks & Stones,” which was quite… atypical… for NCIS, with its allusion to real-world military conflicts: It fell on Parker’s team to decode the location of three mobile missile launchers that Belarus has aimed at unknown European targets. Once identified, the U.S. might go so far as to fire precise nukes at the three locations. Along the way, Kasie received a second coded transmission, and as much as Parker implored a General Brancati and FBI Deputy Director Sweeney to slow their roll until that message could be decrypted — after all, maybe Belarus chose to stand down? — his words fell on deaf ears.

On top of it all, POTUS and the Speaker of the House were both unreachable due to technical issues aboard Air Force One, and the veep had been rushed into an emergency colonoscopy, leaving some mouthy, pro-nukes senator calling the shots.

NCIS did its best to protract the process themselves — interrupting the MTAC signal, and accidentally cutting power to the whole building (by way of sledgehammers muffled by blaring Quiet Riot) — only to wind up in handcuffs after the FBI stormed their building. In the end, Sweeney came to his senses enough to afford Kasie another three minutes. And just as the deadline neared, she rushed in, waving the decrypted message: Ukraine special forces had taken out the missile launchers themselves. And though Parker and Sweeney had broken a rule (or 10) of protocol, Vance shared at episode’s end that they’d both been recommended for special medals.

What about Jessica and Jimmy this whole time, you ask?…

Jessica had taken some time off, driving her RV to Shenandoah National Park. Jimmy took the “Man Van” to track her down, once talk of a possible World War III began swirling. On their drive back to D.C. in the middle of the night, Jess realized that Jimmy was on a dating app, MateQuest — though not just to meet women, but to be contacted in case of emergency by “wingman” Torres or Kasie.

When Torres warned the two not to come anywhere near the office, lest they get rounded up by the FBI as well, Jess and Jimmy parked the RV and broke the awkward silence that lingered between them thus far.

The weighty topic: Has anything changed between the exes, now that Jessica is back in D.C.?

“Well, has anything changed?” asked Jimmy.

“Do you want anything to change?” countered Jess.

“What hasn’t changed,” Jimmy started, “is—”

“Because I love you,” Jess interrupted.

“I was going to say, we both have things to work out…,” Jimmy continued. “But yeah, that hasn’t changed either. I still love you, too.”

Jess’ next words hit hard. And she was not happy to utter them.

“Wouldn’t it be nice if that were enough…. But you’re right. We both have things that we need to work out.”

Alluding to that which broke them up in the first place, Jimmy told Jess, “You deserve someone who will chase down future job opportunities around the world with you, like Indiana Jones. But that’s not me. At least not right now.”

Jess in turn told Jimmy, “And you deserve that stability that you so badly need, that I want you to have and that I wish I could give to you.”

They then joked about Jess taking over as Jimmy’s MateQuest “wingman,” because after all, she could say nice things about him “all day long.