#mission bay park

[crudlynaturephotos]

[jamisonwieser]

Bayfront Park is a brand new park in Mission Bay next to the Golden State Warriors' arena, along the San Francisco Bayfront.

It's made with steel from the old Bay Bridge eastern span, old anchors, and designed to help absorb the stronger storm surges we get for changing the climate.

[house-of-pitch]

Sunny days in the city by the bay 🌉

[beaufadi]

San Francisco in 3 Days: The Ultimate Travel Guide 🇺🇸

Date of Visit: January 2010 San Francisco, one of the most iconic cities in the United States, offers a perfect blend of natural beauty, rich history, and vibrant culture. With its rolling hills, stunning waterfront views, and eclectic neighborhoods, it’s a city that welcomes both history buffs and modern explorers. If you only have three days to visit this remarkable city, don’t worry—you’ll…

[blackandwhiteproductions]

Animals of Balboa Park in San Diego

[simonh]

There's a Science to Walking Through Windows by Thomas Hawk

[sentientaspic]

[alethianightsong]

"I miss when movies weren't political-"

ALIEN is about a megacorporation coercing some salvagers into transporting a dangerous creature without telling them what it is, all because the creature could be a great bioweapon for them. When a survivor of this failed transport mission wants reparations, they screw her over to avoid a scandal.

ROBOCOP is about another mega-corporation experimenting with a cop's body and declaring him their property, trying to reduce him to an obedient killing machine who can maintain the status quo for them.

JURASSIC PARK is about a rich billionaire going all out to make a dinosaur-themed amusement park, not caring about the real-world implications of resurrecting giant lizards. He also underpays ONE guy to maintain the entire park's security systems so predictably, that one guy betrays him at a crucial moment.

The best movies weave their politics with plot & character, so you can enjoy them as entertainment but can also notice the themes. Movies without themes wind up being all spectacle and no substance, just noise and color like Michael Bay's Transformers franchise. Yeah, they make money, but they'll be forgotten in 2 generations.

[jettpack]

Four Pleinair Paintings,

Jewelry District, Downtown Los Angeles

Fashion District, Downtown Los Angeles

Mission bay, San Francisco

Echo Park, Los Angeles

[jinwoosbabyboo]

Its For the Mission

You had to go undercover for a mission. The mission? Seduce the target to get information out of them. Your target is incredibly weak to a pretty face and a little charm. A/N: The boys know why you're going undercover and what you have to do. [Requested by: 17kurodaayumu]

‼️TW‼️: sensitive topics; forced proximity w/ unwanted touching, hints of sexual harassment & assault

"It's for the mission. It's for the mission." You whispered to yourself with a nod. Here you were in the hotel room of who the Hunter's Association suspects may be the head of an organization that has been strategically causing dangerous outbreaks across the country. It didn't take much convincing for you to agree to being bait. However, you didn't expect to end up in your targets hotel room ..... alone.

They were more than willing to tell you everything while you laid on the charm thick, perhaps too thick. They constantly trailed their hand up and down your thigh inching closer and closer to your forbidden fruit. You'd slightly adjust your legs to keep their hand at bay, but it never lasted long. Their hands trailed all over your body leaving a slimy feeling on your skin. You choked back bile as they laid sloppy kisses on your neck.

They mumbled every detail to their plans as if drunk off your body. There it was, you had finally gotten all the information you needed out of them to make an airtight case. Before their hand could sweep up your thigh again you twisted their wrist, side stepping to slam them to the ground and called in your backup. Your team rushed in as you stumbled out of the room vomiting until you were dry heaving into a trashcan you snagged from the bathroom.

Zayne

Zayne waited outside the hotel to pick you up once you sent him a text that the job was done. "How did it go?" He asked, shrugging off his overcoat to drape over your shoulders. "It went....." Your voice trailed off as you recounted the events in your head. "Let's go."

The car ride was silent save for the low radio filling the space. You barely let Zayne put the car in park before you flung the door open and beelined straight for the bathroom. You practically ripped your clothes off leaving a trail from the front door to the bathroom.

Zayne leisurely trailed behind, locking the door, closing the blinds, and picking up your discarded clothes. He found you already in the shower, steam fogging up the glass door and mirror. He could see you viciously scrubbing your body as if you were trying to remove it all together.

Something was very wrong, Zayne opened the shower door to find you distraught and shaking. As you stood there with tears running down your face Zayne grabbed your wrist halting your movements. Your tearful gaze snapped up meeting his concerned eyes and furrowed brows. "Are you trying to hurt yourself?"

You shook your head as if trying to throw the memory out. "I have to get it off ... I need their touch off me ..." You'd rubbed your neck raw, a single drop of blood ran down your neck mixing with the water. "Let me help" Zayne whispered as he took the African net sponge from your hand and stepped into the shower still dressed in his button up and dress pants. "Zayne....your clothes...."

"This is not about me" You stood there silent as Zayne gently scrubbed your body working meticulously around your raw neck; that was going to need first aid. He held the shower-head to you body and rinsed the soap off while rubbing small circles with his thumb where the soap washed away.

Zayne stepped out first, leaving you under the cascade of warm water as he shed his wet clothes, quickly drying off and throwing a robe on and coming back to towel dry you off.

Securing the towel around your body he then scooped you up bridal style and sat you on the counter. The silence between you two was far from uncomfortable it was like a warm cup of tea on a rainy day.

Simply blissful.

Zayne dressed your wound and kissed your forehead. "Would you like me to leave now?" Your eyes bulged at his question and then you saw in his eyes how worried and unsure he was. "No stay. Please." He wasted no time changing into a pair of pajamas you kept for him and then dressing you. He laid down with, pulling you close and resting his chin on your head. “Do you still love me after what I had to do?”

“Without question”

Rafayel

Rafayel insisted on coming with you on your undercover mission. "I'll just be in the background you won't even know I'm there" You had no clue just how right he was. The night of your mission you couldn't spot him in the intimate club no matter how hard you tried. It was like he blended in with the air itself. So when you ended up back at the hotel you thought he’d abandoned you.

Once you were stumbling out of the room Rafayel was right there. He rubbed your back as you wretched into the trash can before wiping your mouth and lifting you up in his arms bridal style.

“Tell me what you want” He softly demanded as he gently folded you into the car. “A shower…..I feel disgusting” He nodded, closing the door and walking around to the drivers side. He played music and tried to engage you in some small talk, but you were having none of it. You gazed out the window with dead eyes rimmed with tears.

"It's okay I can walk" You told him when he offered to carry you on his back. Instead he walked with you, one hand on your lower back as he guided you to the bathroom. He placed a towel for you into a towel warmer and stepped out while you showered.

You opened the shower door to find him standing there, towel in hand. You told him everything that happened as he towel dried you off. He showered you in praises as he moved on to moisturizing your body. Nothing sexual just reminding you of how good a job you did and how brave you were to be the one to do such a risky job. "Im surprised you still even want to touch me" You mumbled as you stared at the wall. "I want my touch to be the only touch you remember"

Rafayel stayed by your side until you fell into a deep slumber. Once your breaths were steady and you didn't stir in your sleep when he stood from the bed; he slipped out into the night. Since you had all the information you needed your suspect could simply disappear right?

Xavier

Xavier was quick to get you far away from that hotel as quickly as possible. "Did they hurt you?" He spun you around as soon as you two were back in your apartment. He quickly scanned your body checking for any kind of bruises or wounds. "Not physically" You mumbled, staring off seemingly in a daze.

Xavier's shoulders deflated at your answer he knew exactly what you meant. He didn't push you for anymore answers since the entire mission was recorded and will be in the debriefing tomorrow. "Let's get you cleaned up" You nodded mechanically as he squatted down to carry you on his back.

He gently placed you on the bathroom counter and held your chin while he brushed your teeth for you. As soon as you spit he was tipping a cup of mouthwash into your mouth; while you swished that he wiped your makeup off. Xavier couldn't help but stare at you lovingly while you avoided eye contact ashamed of what you ended up doing.

Gripping your hips he pulled you from the counter setting you on your feet. You didn't fight him as he stripped you down and then himself. He showered with you in silence, gently scrubbing your body hoping his touch would help relax you.

It did.

You didn't look at him until he was pulling a pajama shirt over your head. His eyes lit up as you scanned his face "There she is" he whispered, cupping your face. You held onto his wrists as a few tears spilled from your eyes. "Am I still special to you?" Your voice cracked as you shook from the memory of what transpired just over an hour ago.

"You're everything to me"

Sylus

You needed to leave you slipped out amongst the chaos of your team coming in to collect the suspect. You rushed out of the hotel, your feet moving faster than your brain could keep up. You fumbled with your phone trying to call Sylus, but your hands were shaking too bad. Suddenly you heard a familiar sound coming from above you.

It was Mephisto! You looked up to see him circling above you before taking off north. You chased after him knowing he would be leading you straight to Sylus. You were running for what felt like forever, taking turn after turn always keeping Mephisto in sight.

Then you finally saw him. His tall frame at the end of the street. You sprinted as fast as you could throwing yourself in his arms. He swung you around holding you tightly to his body. "How'd it go?" his question was met with low sniffles and tears as you buried your face in his neck. "Main suspect is in custody. Can we go back to the N109 Zone now I don't want to be here anymore" You hug him tighter in hopes that the feel of him will dissolve the memory of the mission.

Once you got back to Sylus' home he didn't let your feet touch the ground until you were in his ensuite bathroom. He turned on the shower testing the water before turning to you. "Strip." was all he said and you listened. You shed each piece of clothing and placed them in his outstretched hand. "What are you going to do with them?"

"Dispose of them obviously" He held them with his evol as he held the shower door open for you. "Take your time and only change into that robe I'll have something for you fit for a queen." You didn't understand why he only wanted you in a robe. "I'm not really up for sex tonight Sy"

"I never said anything about sex Princess" His expression was soft as he nodded his head towards the shower. You stepped inside more than ready to wash away that strangers touch. You took your time even went as far to simply stand under the water and let the warmth engulf you.

You stepped out, following orders of not dressing and simply slipping into the plush robe that was left on the counter for you. Sylus wasn't in the bedroom when you came out leaving you confused. You turned to see Mephisto studying you before screeching a loud caw and flying out the door. You followed behind him and he led you to the other side of the house to a room that looked like an in-home spa.

There Sylus was sprinkling the last of a few rose petals into a large jacuzzi bathtub. "Why is this all the way on the other side of the house?" Your brows furrowed as Sylus circled around you, shutting the door and guiding you to the tub.

"This side of the house is quieter" He untied your robe and let it pool around your ankles. "I drew this bath so you could relax I could feel how tense your body was and still is" He held your hand as you climbed in and relaxed against the bath pillow. You instinctively closed your eyes and hummed as the jets massaged your body.

Your eyes snapped open when you heard something being set down and your arm being pulled from the bath. Sylus had pulled up a small stool to sit next to you. He'd rolled up his sleeves to his elbows and was now massaging your hand; making his way up your arm.

Sylus took his time massaging your entire body while you soaked in the tub. He hummed off-key with the softest smile on his face. "I don't deserve you" You whispered.

"You deserve the world, the sun, and the moon My Queen"

[crudlynaturephotos]

[jamisonwieser]

San Francisco's newest park is open! 

China Basin Park is part of the high-density, mixed-income, mixed-use Mission Rock development that the San Francisco Giants – Go Giants! – are building on what had been a parking lot across the channel from their waterfront ballpark in Mission Bay.

40% of the housing is priced below market rate, 1/3 of the land is dedicated to public open space, the park opened two weeks ago, and it is fantastic.

I could not have picked a better time to take my dog for a walk and check it out.

I didn't know a game was going on until I arrived and walked onto the field facing the ballpark at a picture-perfect moment. Someone was flying a kite, groups of people were hanging out on blankets, and a dad was playing catch with his kids while the crowd in the ballpark cheered.

It's only going to get better as the trees and plants grown in.

[sjyuns]

BE MY VALENTINE?┆ A PARK SUNGHOON SMAU

SYNOPSIS! it’s the month of love, yet you only have one thing in mind — to get your crush to like you back. armed with a mission, you deploy your best friend Park Sunghoon as your fake boyfriend to make him jealous. one tiny problem, Sunghoon’s desperately in love with you and he can’t seem to keep his own jealousy at bay.

GENRE! best friend! sunghoon x fem reader, sunghoon being a simp and a loser, fake dating, mutual pining, fluff, humour

CAUTION! inappropriate jokes, cursing, bad edits, TBA

MIKAELA’S! a hehe fic if i may cause hoon is officially on my bias list. gonna be pretty short (15 chaps?) cause i have commitment issues😓

PROFILES

ONE. ho + me = home

TWO. that’s the sky

THREE. mucus crap

FOUR. ode to bro(mance)

FIVE. you have awtysm?!

SIX. playground to play

SEVEN. diddly double date

EIGHT. constipation

NINE. garage band king

TEN. for sale at $9.99

ELEVEN. aisheteru

TWELVE. what the sigma

THIRTEEN. ladies please

FOURTEEN. she’s my valentine

START! 240201 END! 240613

TAGLIST! CLOSED. the end

© SJYUNS

[milf-murdock]

The Accident

Simon “Ghost” Riley x Reader (Established Relationship)

Summary: Simon gets the call that you’ve been in an accident and are in the hospital.  Warnings: Health scare, mention of hospitals, accident (non graphic), brief mention of injuries (non graphic), hurt/comfort, Soft Simon  A/N: This piece is dedicated to a very sweet anon who has been through a lot. Anon, I hope this brings you some comfort <3 I’ve also decided to submit it to @glitterypirateduck's May Writing Challenge! This is one of my favorite tropes, so I hope you all enjoy! Special thank you to @sim0nril3y for taking a look and for all the support

The knife glides effortlessly through the tomato, the metal utensil familiar in Simon’s grip. He makes quick work of the produce, fingers moving rapidly and precisely. “Knife skills aren’t just for the field,” he chuckles to himself as he adds the chopped remains to a bowl before turning his blade on a shallot. 

Just as he slices into the root, the clattering vibration of his phone against the countertop interrupts. Simon frowns at the unfamiliar number flashing across the screen. Not many people had this number; he wasn’t one to get stray phone calls, which is exactly how he likes it. He has half a mind to send it to voicemail, but something tugs at his edges. At the last second he swipes across the screen and raises the phone to his ear. The line is empty for a moment. 

“Simon?” The sound of your hoarse voice has Simon’s spine straightening, instantly on high alert. 

“What’s happened.” The sharp words come out more like a statement than a question. Simon’s heartbeat quickens. 

“I’m okay,” you start, but your wobbly voice betrays you. "But there was an accident—" Simon is in motion. Dinner is forgotten on the counter as he heads for the door, stepping into his boots on the way. 

“Where are you?” There’s a commotion in the background, some kind of beeping that Simon can’t make out. He catches your hesitation as you wait to reply. 

“Love. Where. Are. You.” His words are clipped, and for a split second he fears the phone might actually splinter in his hands given how hard he’s clenching the device. 

“I’m in A&E. I—the ambulance just brought me here.” 

Simon’s world tilts before him, and he squeezes his eyes shut, breathing in deep. One single stabilizing breath is all he allows himself before opening his eyes, resolute determination clear on his face as a decade of training takes over. 

“I’m on my way.” The phone clicks off as he grabs the keys off the hook by the door and rushes to the car.

The drive is a blur; he doesn’t pay attention to how fast he’s going, or what color the stoplights may be. Traffic laws are relative—he’s a man on a mission. His sole focus is getting to you. His heart pounds in his chest as he navigates the final turn, the hospital finally coming into view. 

The car barely comes to a full and complete stop at the entryway before Simon’s door flies open. 

“Sir, you can’t park here!” A disgruntled attendant calls out to him as he exits the vehicle, but Simon doesn’t even slow down, stepping around the irritated employee before barreling through the hospital entrance. 

Only to be brought to a halt at the open lobby before him. 

Shit. He hadn’t even thought to ask what room you were in. The frustration intertwines with the panic, and Simon has to force it down. 

He’s here. He’ll find you. 

And so Simon finds himself at the mercy of the kind, elderly receptionist, who seems to be taking her sweet time locating your information. 

Simon tries not to crack the counter beneath his grip, foot tapping against the ground in irritation. You could be in surgery, you could be bleeding out, any number of things could be happening right this moment, and there is nothing he can do. Simon silences these thoughts, keeping the panic at bay. “Keep it together, lieutenant,” he reminds himself silently. 

The receptionist, Shelley, her name tag reads, is unfazed by his erratic state, eyes squinting as she adjusts her glasses and leans back from the screen. Simon runs a hand down his face, using every ounce of self control he has to keep up a semblance of propriety. 

“Ahh,” Shelley announces triumphantly. “Here they are! I found them.” She turns her gaze to the hulking man in front of her, taking in his large form and tentatively eyeing the tattoos along his forearm. “Sorry, what was your relation to the patient again?” She asks, a note of uncertainty laces her tone. 

“I’m—” he hesitates. No words come to the tip of his tongue. He’s not a boyfriend for christ’s sake. Not your husband, though he wished more than ever he could use that word right now. 

“Spouse? Partner?” Shelley raises an eyebrow, trying to help fill in the blanks here.

Simon swallowed hard. “Yeah, partner. Just, can you tell me where they are? Please.”  

He’s not sure what comes over him as he tacks on that final plea. The desperation is clear in his words, but he couldn’t care less. Fuck it, he is desperate. Desperate to see you. Desperate to know you are okay—see it with his own eyes, feel your hands in his. 

Shelley’s pointed gaze turns to one of sympathy. “Room 315, dear. The lift is to the right.” 

The words are barely out of her mouth before Simon’s in motion once more. No time for the lift, he thinks to himself as he heads to the stairwell, taking the stairs two at a time up to your floor. Brown eyes frantically scan every room number as he searches for yours before finally finding the correct digits outside the room furthest down the hall. The metal of the door handle is cool beneath his touch as he pushes open the door, charging into the room.

He comes to a stop at the foot of the bed, eyes frantically scanning your body, taking stock of each and every visible injury. He can hardly control the wave of emotions that threaten to pull him down as he takes in your bruised and bandaged appearance. 

They’ve already set your arm in a sling, and there’s a large bulk encompassing your entire right leg, the bulk of it obvious even under the thin hospital blanket. An array of cuts and scrapes mar your perfect face, and the sudden onset of pure, unadulterated rage threatens to swallow him whole. 

‘I’m going to kill them,’ the words echo in his mind–a dozen violent deaths planned out for whoever did this to you. 

“Simon,” your hoarse voice calls out to him, but he can’t hear you over the sound of the roaring in his head. 

‘I’m going to hunt them down. And I’m going to fucking kill them for this.’

“Simon,” you say his name louder, firmer, and attempt to sit yourself up. Pain radiates through your body, piercing through the haze of pain meds, and you can’t help the cry of pain that escapes your lips. 

That is what pulls Simon out. On instinct, his feet move towards your bed, hand reaching out to clasp around your free hand. 

Your lower lip trembles. “Simon.” The word is pitiful on your lips–a plea, a prayer, a cry for help. 

It’s enough to pull Simon from the depths of this rage–revenge can wait. 

“I’m here.” Simon’s voice wraps around you like a warm blanket, and the dam breaks, tears flowing fast and freely. “It was awful,” you gasp out between sobs. Simon makes soothing shushing sounds as he holds your hand tight in his own, his other hand reaching up to gently brush the tears away, taking care to avoid the scrapes that litter your skin as you recount what details you can remember of the accident. 

“Shh, love, it’s okay,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your temple. “‘M sorry I wasn’t there, babe.” Bile threatens to rise in the back of his throat as the guilt settles in.

“Should’ve been there, should’ve never left your fucking side.” He stares at the layers of gauze wrapped around your leg, hidden beneath the thin blanket. 

“Simon. Look at me,” you insist, waiting for those brown eyes to turn back to you. “Don’t go down that road, Si. There was nothing you could have done to stop this.” 

“You don’t know that,” he bites back. Simon immediately regrets the harshness of his note. “You don’t know that,” he tries again, softer this time. “Should’ve been there.” He runs a hand over his face, the adrenaline is fading, causing the events of the past hour to finally catch up to him. He exhales sharply and looks back up at you, eyes determined. 

“But ‘m here now. It’s over. I’m here.” He gives your hand a gentle squeeze. “And I’m not going anywhere, love.”

True to his word, Simon stays by your bedside the entire three day stay in the hospital. He denies your pleas to go home and sleep in his own bed, insisting on sleeping in the rough, uncomfortable hospital recliner. Not only was the furniture laughably small for a man of his stature, but after the first night, Simon is convinced it was designed as some kind of long-term-torture device. Not once does he complain though, dismissing your worries with a casual wave of his hand. “Slept in worse conditions in the field, love. This beats a forest floor.” Though by night two, Simon isn’t so sure. 

He’s always struggled with nightmares, but those nights in the hospital, his dreams turn to something worse: losing you in a car accident. The scene replays over and over in his mind’s eye until he’s woken up with a start, covered in sweat, and gasping for air. His eyes instantly lock on to the vital signs monitor above you, watching the thin green line of your heartbeat bounce up and down in a steady rhythm. He slows his own breathing down to match pace with yours, staring down at you as you sleep soundly. He watches the subtle rise and fall of your chest, further confirmation that you’re alive. 

When he finally gets to bring you home, he acts as though you’re made of fine china, driving ten under the speed limit. He carefully guides you into the house, hands ready to catch you as you struggle with the metal crutches. 

“Fuck,” you spit in frustration. “They made it look so easy in the hospital.” 

After the second time you almost trip over them, Simon’s exasperation gets the best of him. 

“Easy, swee’heart,” he implores, a note of desperation in his voice. “Just got you back, yeah? Can’t have you goin’ right back to A&E.” 

He wishes more than anything he could just scoop you up into his arms and carry you straight to the bedroom, but with your leg in its current state, he has to settle for just hovering, perpetually at the ready to catch and support you. He swears the walk from the car to getting you settled in bed takes an entire year off his life. 

That first night back at home together, Simon lays awake, watching you sleep. The combination of finally being back in the comfort of your own bed, along with the lack of obnoxiously loud machines beeping and being encumbered by wires, means you fall asleep almost as soon as your head hits the pillow. Simon lays beside you, as close as he dares to get, still so weary of your injuries. He leans over to press a gentle kiss to your temple, just above where a deep cut runs down your face. His finger hovers just above your skin as he traces the shape. “‘M sorry, love. I promise, I’ll take care of ya. This won’t happen again.” His words are barely above a whisper, drowned out by the soft snores of your breathing. He presses one more gentle kiss to you before turning out the light. 

[mostly-marvel-musings]

First ‘I love you’ - Christmas with you

Pairing: Tony Stark x Single Mom! Reader

Warnings: Tony is the cutest man alive guys.

Christmas With You Masterlist

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It had been a busy few months. In both your lives.

You were preoccupied with your job, and Tony with his missions. Still, you two made sure to keep in touch, even if it was just a five minute phone-call. It managed to make your day no matter how stressful it had been before.

There were a few dates that he snuck in though. One involved a simple ice-cream date, another with your son’s first visit to the Tower, that was more like a day in Disneyland for Noah. The Avengers were the nicest bunch of people you’d met.

There was another time you’d surprised the man with a little picnic in the park, spending the entire day together, laughing and exchanging stories. It was like time was non-existent when you were with Tony Stark. Just the two of you, in your little bubble.

But that was three weeks ago.

Three weeks was a long time to not see someone who had quickly become so important in your life. So important, there wasn’t a passing minute that you didn’t think of him, and he of you.

Aware that he was away on a mission, you kept yourself busy. Noah had gotten used to Tony being around as well, he often asked if he was your best friend, not quite understanding the concept of a boyfriend yet. You had always avoided answering it, not wanting him too involved in case things went south.

It was after Noah’s bedtime when the doorbell rang, just as you were tucking him in, pulling him out of the sleep spell you’d managed to cast. Warily you approached the door, unlocking it only once you confirmed who it was.

Tony Stark.

Face bloodied and bruised. Still in his Iron Man suit looking utterly exhausted. His usual demeanour seemed different and you could sense something was wrong.

“Tony, are you okay?”

His unfocused eyes found yours, a small spark still visible in them as you beckoned him inside. Stepping out of the suit, you rushed forward as Tony stumbled, clutching the hand you offered.

“Uh…yeah.” He muttered, quickly composing himself though you could tell it was difficult.

Wordlessly, you guided him to take a seat on the couch, flashbacks of your first meeting ran through your mind as you grabbed the first-aid kit. He held onto your hand tightly as you cleaned his wounds, your touch grounding him and keeping a potential panic attack at bay.

“You’re home, Tony. You are safe.”

He believed you. For once. He believed in those words.

You kept murmuring as you tended to his wounds, tracing the back of his hand with your thumb while keeping an eye on his movements. He looked calmer, though still a bit distant. You didn’t want to press on the events that would’ve happened, he would tell you eventually.

“Thank you.”

His voice was barely over a whisper, but grateful. Pulling you down in his lap, he wrapped both his arms around you and buried his face in your neck. Inhaling your comforting presence that wiped the day’s stress away, one breath at a time. He was home.

You rubbed his back soothingly, letting your fingers card through his slightly sweaty hair. Unbeknownst to you, Noah had carried himself halfway down the stairs to witness the scene unfold, as if still unsure about what to say.

“I need a shower, can I um..do you mind?” Tony murmured after placing a soft kiss against your lips, his grip loosened but still firm around your middle.

“If you think I’m letting you go back out now, you’re mistaken, Mr. Stark. You’re staying over.” You chuckled before standing back up, noticing your son leaning against the banister with his stuffed toy.

“What are you doing up, Noah Y/L/N?”

“Came to see, Mr. Stark?” He replied meekly, looking between the two of you in hope that he wasn’t in trouble for getting out of bed.

“What a coincidence, I came to see you too, kid.” Tony stood up and approached your son, grabbing his hand before throwing you a wink over his shoulder.

Post shower, you found Tony lying in bed with Noah, the sight warming your heart instantly as you stood by his door.

“And then?” Your son asked, sleep clearly the last thing on his mind as he listened wide-eyed to the story Tony was so animatedly narrating.

“And then, we swooshed in the building and chased the bad guys until they fell to our feet and cried!” Tony chuckled as your son cheered and clapped his hands, snuggling closer to him.

“And then?”

“Well then I came here to see my two favourite people on the planet.” He smiled looking up at you, gesturing you to come and join them.

“Did Mama kiss your boo-boos like she does to me?” Noah’s question made a cheshire cat grin appear on Tony’s face and a warm blush appear on yours. You swore this little boy was wise beyond his age, and sharp.

“Bedtime, little man. Come on.” You tried with your sternest voice, unable to hide the grin that threatened to escape as Tony smirked.

“One more story? Please?” He pleaded, opening his blanket for you to join in. His bed wasn’t massive, but it was big enough to squash the three of you together in a cuddle pile.

“Fine. Just one. And I want your eyes closed, mister.”

Giving in, you got under the blankets and laid down, aware of Tony’s gaze on you. Noah made a request for his favourite story which you began reading in a soft voice. Tony felt his own eyelids start to droop listening to your soothing voice but he fought the urge to focus on your calm presence.

He’d realised how important you had become to him in the span of few months. He had been dying to say those three words for a few days now, though in his heart he’d already said it to you a thousand times without actually saying it.

Sure enough, midway through the story, your three year old fell asleep, hugging his toy close to his chest as his little chest rose and fell in a rhythmic pattern. Kissing his forehead, you adjusted the blankets and pillows around him before taking Tony’s hand and leading him downstairs for a drink.

“Something on your mind, Tony? You’ve been quiet.” You asked as you poured some wine in two glasses, offering him one as he leaned against your kitchen counter.

“Uh..you didn’t kiss my boo-boos.” Tony smirked, pointing to the little bruises that littered his face, a larger more nasty one against his temple.

Shaking your head, you stood between his legs and began kissing over them, carefully avoiding the ones that hurt. He hummed in satisfaction, grinning lazily before planting his face against your shoulder.

“Do you want me to tuck you in and need a bedtime story too?”

“I love you.”

What? What had just happened? You thought you’d misheard it. Sure he hadn’t said what you thought he said, had he?

“I love you, Y/N.” Tony repeated, this time facing you fully, his big brown eyes you loved so much held nothing but truth.

“I wanted to say it for a long time now, but I wasn’t sure if you felt it too. But for me, you’re the one. You don’t have to say it back if you don’t want to—”

You placed a finger on his lips to stop his rambling, placing a small kiss to his nose, then his forehead. Gosh, it felt like you could kiss this man forever.

“I love you too, Tony.”

“Oh thank God!” He let out a breath he had been holding, making you laugh as he pulled you closer, wrapping you in a hug you both never wanted to let go from.

Surely, he was home.

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Do you have a list of named cities/provinces/prefectures/etc from your TPOF(ATGIF) and AEIWAM fusion universe or do you just kinda make them up on the spot? You've mentioned a few, Los Osaka and Santa Hiroshima, but I'm fascinated by the concept of them.

I make them up as I go by Badly Translating Californian names to Japanese and Vice Versa, using established fusion names like from Big Hero 6 and Ace Attorney, portmanteau-ing smaller Californian and Japanese Cities with the aim of creating the most ridiculous sounding names possible. Examples include:

San Fransokyo Bay Area:

Massively Overpriced Silicon Valley Satellite Cities Takai ki, Yamaview, and Chūkan Mizūmi

The Three Saint Cities San Juku, San Buya and San Jose

Controversial Football team the Kashiwa Raiders

Farther down the coast:

Beautiful Ōkī Minami State Park, famous for it's Coastline and Condors

Fresno

Ō no yama, home of the World-Famous Kandzume wharf and Aquarium

Los Osaka Basin:

Saratogasaki, famous for it's Horse Races

Kanmuri Tani, famous for its Orange Farms

Bakersfield, infamous for being Bakersfield

Griffon Park in Hiiragi Shinrin, right below the big sign where the Golden Eagle-Mountain Lion hybrids sometimes hang out.

Los Osaka Castle, one of the oldest standing buildings in Nihofornia, which is really impressive given all the earthquakes, Kaiju Events and that time the Spanish took over it in the 1760's and in recognition of the fact that they absolutely should not have been able to do that, briefly renamed the fortress Mission Imposible.

Santa Hiroshima:

Ichigo's Karakura town is actually a Satellite city of Santa Hiroshima, located farther Inland, between the Asa Zoo Safari Park and Imo Hakuhen Rock.