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jessamine-rose · 9 months

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‧͙☽˚⋆⁺*˚꒰ Moonrise ꒱˚*⁺⋆˚☾‧͙

Surprise, surprise, the epilogue for The Spider and the Fly was finished early!! To everyone who loved Yandere! Miguel x Variant! Darling’s story, pls enjoy this short continuation which takes place after the events of ATSV (◞ꈍ∇ꈍ)◞

Tw:: YANDERE, unhealthy relationships, self-deprecation, Stockholm Syndrome, mention of nsfw, babytrapping

Note:: Female reader, ATSV spoilers, LYLA and Darling definitely have BFF keychains

♡ 1.6k words under the cut ♡

“He did what?”

“You heard me correctly.” LYLA flickers in front of you, her expression serious. “He escaped to another dimension. So now Miguel is looking for Miles in Earth-1610 while everyone else is scattered across the multiverse.”

“I see…” Your gaze drifts to the empty side of the bed. You can’t help but feel both worried for your lover and impressed by Miles Morales.

“But here’s the good news: Your desk wasn’t damaged when they chased him around HQ! Though you’ll be very busy once you get back to work. There will be a lot of multiverse jumps in the next two days, not to mention damage control.”

Never mind, Miles must be stopped as soon as possible.

The mere thought of all those incoming reports is enough to stress you out. What more for Miguel with the fate of the multiverse?

“And of all days, this has to happen while I’m on sick leave.”

As if on cue, you are interrupted by another coughing fit.

“Do you feel worse?” LYLA quickly does a medical scan, but your results are only slightly better than yesterday’s. “You should get more rest.”

You drink more water, shooting her a grateful smile. “Thanks for the update.”

In the dim bedroom, Miguel’s AI assistant is the brightest source of light. The Nueva York skyline appears gloomy, owing to the heavy rain. Is the weather similar in Earth-1610?

“Is Miguel going to be okay? It sounds like he’s already been through a lot.”

“You know how he is. He won’t go down without a fight.”

She’s right. And based on the records of Miguel’s previous missions, Miles and The Spot will be dead once he catches them. It will be difficult to watch.

There is a moment’s hesitation before LYLA continues speaking.

“He left a message for you: ‘Get well soon. And don’t try anything funny while I’m gone.’”

Now that puts a smile on your face. “Of course. Tell him I understand.”

Two days, less supervision. A stronger ______ would definitely plan an escape attempt while Miguel is distracted, notwithstanding the tracking devices and LYLA’s surveillance. But such an opportunity is wasted on you.

If anything, you already miss him.

…Though it is nice to imagine a break from Miguel. There are only so many warnings, so many hours of his sole company, so many ruined sheets and scarlet restraints before your apprehension resurfaces. His love is as intense as it is twisted.

Regardless, the previous months have been the happiest days of your life. Not even the increase in Anomalies could get between the two of you. There is a certain bond to be found in stressing over the same reports and drinking gallons of coffee together and getting jointly reprimanded by LYLA for “overworking yourselves, amongst other forms of self-neglect.”

Your status in the Spider Society has also changed thanks to the public knowledge of your relationship, sans the dark details. It hasn’t really bothered you, apart from the friendly jokes and knowing looks you get before your regular visits to Miguel’s laboratory.

Thinking about it now, Gwen Stacy has also asked for your help in convincing Miguel to let her visit Miles. Hopefully, she is doing well in her home dimension.

Then again, she is much stronger than you. She can handle this.

A holographic screen pops up. Reading it, you follow the scheduled reminder and take your medications. At least your cold has subsided.

LYLA watches you. “You’ll make a full recovery in no time. I’ll inform Miguel.”

“That’s good to know. Can you please relay another message to him?”

“Sure, what is it?”

“‘Good luck. I’m counting on you.’” You finish your cough syrup and close the screen. “‘And please take care of yourself.’”

Even today, he made time for you. A spoon-fed breakfast. A hands-on medical examination. Caldo de pollo and other healthy pre-cooked meals. Brief video calls. A text message explaining that he would come home late due to The Spot, now unsent.

“At least it means I can delay the news.”

LYLA gives you an inquisitive look. “What news?”

You open the bedside drawer and take out a used pregnancy test.

She gasps. “Are you…?! But your medical scan—”

One line.

“Oh.” She double-checks the device for confirmation. “Another negative, huh?”

“Yeah.” After returning it to the drawer, you lie down and wrap yourself in more blankets. “Can you keep it a secret this time? I want to tell him myself.”

“Sure.” She looks at you with renewed concern. “Hey, you okay? It’s not your fault.”

“I know.”

Still, you’ve grown tired of seeing the same result or more precisely, Miguel’s reactions. How many more times can you watch his gaze shift from hopeful to disappointed? By now, you’re already taking fertility drugs and discussing adoption—not that there’s anything inferior about the latter, but your Variants were able to conceive their child. Why can’t you?

Just last week, you noticed a medical article amongst his holographic screens. Miguel had highlighted a paragraph about the connection between stress and fertility. You don’t know if the research was for you or him; but either way, nothing can be done about that.

Worst of all is the relief you feel every time you see that single line. It feels like a secret betrayal, the final shred of your sanity in collaboration with your reproductive system.

“How did she do it?”

“What?” LYLA gives you a confused look.

You lie on your side, facing her. “My Variant. I mean, she was obviously healthier and also in favor of having kids, but…how did she manage? Wasn’t she ever scared of making a mistake with Gabriella? Is it even possible for us to raise a family as happy as theirs?”

“Hey, you’ll figure it out.” She gives you a kind smile, the perfect simulation of sympathy. “It’ll be Miguel’s first time, too, you know. Your pregnancy, your baby, and everything else will be just as new to him. And you can always count on Jess or Peter B for advice.”

“He did say that I’ve warmed up to Mayday…though she still prefers Miguel.”

“Nah, that’s only cuz he lets her treat him like a playground.”

Sitting up, you look around the room. It has undergone a few redecorations since you’ve moved in, under Miguel’s permission and LYLA’s encouragement. Everywhere you look, your personal items are mixed with Miguel’s.

The desk holds a jewelry box, one of your first belongings in Nueva York. The bottom drawer holds an assortment of rings, most of which were purchased on your last shopping date.

It wasn’t anything romantic. For someone who can read several reports and statistics at the same time, Miguel looked almost overwhelmed by the variety of clothes and accessories which caught your attention. LYLA’s opinion was more helpful and fashion-literate.

…He did call you pretty in the fitting room. The comment was totally unprompted for a dress which looked no different from your usual outfits. Up until that point, you had been observing your reflections with a mix of critical looks and pleased smiles.

After blushing, you quickly brushed it off as a matter of preference—LYLA did say that he likes your personal style more than your Variant’s. It’s more suitable for Nueva York.

Never mind that his gaze was on your face, not the dress.

…

Maybe one day, a special ring will be added to the jewelry box. Hand-picked by Miguel, made of any material except pearl, a perfect fit for your ring finger. It will be deserving of a place in the hidden compartment, where you keep your collection of pretty red spiderwebs.

When you receive it, it will be a special moment exclusive to you and your Miguel O’Hara—the versions of you who met on a moonlit night in the shadows of New York City.

Whatever happens, he still loves you. You, despite your flaws and every trait which sets you apart from his Variant’s wife. That is a promise you can believe in.

The room is too cold, so you adjust the air conditioner and take out another blanket. It won’t be as warm in Miguel’s absence.

You should get more rest. The sooner you recover, the sooner you can get back to work and give him one less thing to worry about.

After his mission, you’ll welcome him home as always. He will reciprocate your kisses, call you by your special nickname, and appreciate the food you prepared—his favorites, to celebrate another saved universe. If he looks tired or stressed, you will be the one to comfort him.

…Then you will show him the pregnancy test.

The hope will appear and vanish from his gaze. There will be reassurances directed at both you and himself. Miguel will give you a hug and soft kisses, which became part of the routine after the second test. After that, he will move on to a new topic or suggest a movie night.

Then during your next ovulation, you will be confined for a different reason. You will have to deal with Miguel’s company, his passionate touches, his lovesick declarations, his desperation for your own version of domestic bliss. A small, pathetic part of you has begun to look forward to it.

If he defeats The Spot and Miles Morales.

“Hey, LYLA?” you whisper.

She moves closer to your face. “Yeah?”

“If this continues…he’s not going to alter my DNA, is he?”

“…That’s the last resort. But we’ll cross that bridge when we get to it.”

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Prologue ft. Wife! Darling ๑ Side Stories

So did I jumpscare y'all with the early release of Moonrise?? It’s part of a double feature with Sunset, hence the contrasting titles and simultaneous ideas. But aahhh little did I think that I'd finish this fic ahead of schedule~

Lots of love to my beta-reader @diodellet!! And thanks again to everyone who expressed their love for my Miguel O’Hara writing. May my next idea be less painful for all of us :’>

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cho-aaacho · 4 months

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(Don't) Tease Me!

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Tags : Fluff, Fluff and Humor, Comedy, Pranks, Kissing, Surprise Kisses, French Kiss, Teasing, Silly Geto, Mischievous Geto, Please pinch Geto's cheeks.

Summary : Aggressively exploited, with a fondness full of weak points, that's what he did.

Some may consider you foolish, but Suguru is foolishness.

You've never engaged in a serious argument with him. Because he is really annoying when he jumps into the argument. He effortlessly prevails, always striking you with a brilliant sentence that flows freely through his mind.

His sweet talking abilities, along with his beautiful features, are comparable to the sweet cotton candy that makes you lose in an argument with him. Probably a true master of manipulation since day one.

How many angels had he tricked, or how many poor souls had he manipulated, until this time?

You can't even count.

Suguru loved it when they fell from his tricks; the pleasure he derived from the agony of those poor souls was overwhelming. He would love to dance under their agonies in their twilight of despair.

His brain was always used for complex and strained thoughts, pouring forth mysterious ideas that transformed into poetic words under his warm palm.

One night, he was monologuing about his work and casually declaring it to the ceiling.

"Satoru will be surprised if he finds out about this."

"I'll make a big surprise for my old friend, Satoru. He will see..."

"Uh, do you think Satoru will have a good expression when I come to Jujutsu High?"

And you were yelling at him. "Stop talking about Gojo-san. I thought you and him were enemies. Do you still care about that man? Funny."

Or you'll say.

"Next time, Suguru-kun. If you say something ridiculous again, I will make sure you won't wake up the next morning."

He responded playfully. "Oh, that's just my work project. Why are you so angry? Are you jealous?"

Of course, you are annoyed by his attitude. You hate his inconsistency irks. Although he promises to stop (monologue to the ceiling), he is still doing that whenever your eyes catch him.

You try to calm yourself, keeping your revenge to yourself and your flame of anger against his behaviors.

Sometimes he responds to your criticism by placing a coupled cheek-pinching when Miguel is around, which makes him roll his eyes.

He found it interesting when he heard you scowl aggressively. He'll chuckle pleasantly, making you feel embarrassed when he says it. "I find you cute. Don't you dare show this to anyone else, okay?"

You want to punch him or teach him a good lesson because of his actions. Perhaps he simply enjoys witnessing your reaction, which amuses him more than the reactions of his followers.

Is there a chance you may defeat him in this game? Who knows.

Today, Suguru summoned you to the meeting room. He mentioned that he had something essential to convey. You always found the meeting room with the other members, like the twins. But this time, you only find Suguru.

Instead of telling you about the upcoming mission, he began telling jokes. Which makes you frustrated because it's unnecessary.

"Alright, I understand about the jokes. So, Suguru-kun, what should I do? You summoned me for the next mission."

He gave you an inviting glance and giggled. "Nothing. I just want to see your face."

"Do I sense a concern?"

He smiled. "We always have diverse perspectives. How about we conclude—"

"Oh, you're suggesting I get out of your group? Fine. I'll be out!"

"You've been so sensitive since morning; did I neglect your usual morning kiss?"

How can he say those words with a straight face? This guy needs a reality check! So ridiculous. You almost can't believe he's the special-grade sorcerer, and all of the sorcerers are afraid of him.

You sighed in frustration, hinting that you were done with him. But you have another idea: take revenge. Maybe... a little tease. It wouldn't hurt him.

"Suguru-kun, I'm sorry. But I need to do something."

You grab his collar into your grasp and kiss him, feeling his textured lips on yours, feeling his breath against your face, and smelling his peppermint from his mouth.

Actually, it wasn't a forced kiss; it was a gentle kiss, but it was enough to make him gasp for air. He reached your shoulder and shut his eyes, trying to deepen the kiss as he pinned you on the floor.

His tongue enters your mouth, dancing sensually with yours. He counts your teeth, biting your lips gently. A smirk curls on his face, and you swiftly let go.

You can hear Miguel laughing from outside, along with the twin's protests, and there is an unpleasant silence between you and Suguru, as well as a scarlet blush on his face.

"Oh. I didn't know you were a good kisser. What is that for? If it's a present to get me to stop talking, sorry, but that didn't work!"

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startrekfangirl2233-writes · 7 months

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Wake Me Up Before You Go Go

Mickey 'Fanboy' Garcia x Reader

Description: Mickey Garcia has always had dance in his soul. It shocked everyone he knew when he didn't follow the music and dance in his soul for a career. Instead he became a Naval Aviator - a Weapons Systems Officer, in fact, and didn't regret that decision even once. Some part of him knew that he would find his dance partner one day. After the Uranium Mission, the restlessness in his soul lead to Mickey going dancing, and that's where he'd found you. At first things between the two of you were just fun. But what happens when Mickey wants more? Can he convince you just how good the two of you could be dancing in step for the rest of your lives? Disclaimer: Female!Reader Word Count: 2947 Author’s Note: Hiya! I wrote this fic as yet another installment for @roosterforme's Top Gun Rocktober Event. This time, it's based on the song Wake Me Up (Before You Go Go) by Wham! This is my first official oneshot for Fanboy and I really love it! I hope you all do too! All of the bold and italicized parts are lyrics from the song! My Masterlist

Miguel Garcia has always had a dancer’s heart. Growing up in Miami, Florida, he’s been surrounded by music since the day he was born in an inner-city hospital to two people with pure music in their souls. If you asked either of his parents, they’d have thought he’d grow up to be a Merengue, Cumbia, or Salsa dancer. Instead, Miguel chose to join the Navy. When he was so serious, so sure of the decision, who were they to stop him? He’d worked incredibly hard to climb the ranks, but he’d never lost the rhythm in his heart. What was harder to find was the girl who dances in a complimentary rhythm to his own.

It hasn’t helped either that he’s been deployed around the world for most of his career. It has been an incredibly fulfilling life, but a solitary one. Sure he has Reuben, who Mickey can unequivocally class as both a best friend and a brother, but it's not the same. A part of him has always wanted the kind of love his parents share, the kind of love he'd grown up with. The Uranium mission had seemed like the turning point in his career. The admiralty had formed a new squadron, electing to keep the Daggers together, and he was (he is) happy to have a permanent place to call home. It had finally felt like he had a family again. But something was still missing - someone was still missing.

He'd started up his old habits from his youth once more. Weekend after weekend he'd hit the dance clubs of San Diego, dancing with everybody who wanted to, until the nervous thrum in his veins had quieted once more. That was the only way he’d been able to fall asleep with the new monotony his life had taken. It had been one such night after a terribly boring week when he saw you for the first time. You were laughing and carefree, each elegant movement looking like poetry on the dance floor of the small salsa bar. It was the first time all night he’d felt the incessant energy thrumming under his skin grow quiet.

"Hi, can I cut in?" He'd asked.

"Sure," You'd giggled. The minute you put your hand in his, he'd been lost to the music in your eyes and the rhythm of your soul. You'd felt like sin under his fingertips and your smile had been brighter than the sun. Mickey had not wanted to let go of you all night.

That rhythm had translated into what was the best sex of his life in the months following your serendipitous meeting. But night after night he always woke up in his simple, shitty little base apartment to the sight of you slipping out of the door like you'd never been in his bed to begin with. Just like that, too, he'd stay awake an hour longer to see your posts on social media about dancing in the Gaslamp Quarter. And every night he'd fall back to sleep wishing that one day soon your heart would beat to the same rhythm as his own. He'd known you'd wanted something light, "Just fucking, just for fun", you'd murmured in your musical voice that first night. And just fucking, just for fun was where he'd stayed.

Mickey isn’t sure when it happened, but you've been haunting his every thought. He only needs to blink and he can see your smile, your sparkling eyes, and everything about you in technicolor swimming in front of his eyes. All of a sudden, your arrangement isn’t enough. He wants to dance through life with you, not just waltz you into his bed every few nights. It’s no lie that work keeps you busy, just like the Navy keeps him. He knows you love it, dancing by night and during the day writing reviews of the places you danced at for one of San Diego's travel websites. But Mickey can't help wanting more of you.

Even when he's supposed to be flying, he's only thinking of you. His inattention could cause him to make some serious mistakes, but he can’t stop. The one time he’d mentioned it to Payback, he’d regretted it too. Reuben was no help. His advice had been, "Just tell her how you feel. Then you can woo her!"

Well, Reuben may know exactly what to say to Emily, his wife, but Mickey still has no idea what to say to you. Or when, to be honest. You're barely around for more than a few hours at a time. And when you are, your pretty mouth is too occupied to do much talking.

After months of trying and failing to tell you how he feels, Mickey's decided he has to take matters into his own hands and track you down at one of these clubs. He has to dance with you, take advantage of the close proximity and your body pressed against his to tell you the truth. But he has no idea what your schedule is. So Mickey does what he does best, analyzes all of the facts. If he can do it in the back of a jet, he can track you down, right? The first thing he does is call your best friend.

"Hey, Maria. Do you have any idea what Angel's doing this weekend?" Her response had been vague at best, something about a themed dance night at one of the clubs in the city. Okay, it's a start. But it's October. Nearly every dance club in the city is throwing themed dance nights Friday through Sunday. That's not going to help much.

You'd mentioned something to him a couple of nights ago, about reviewing the theme night happening at one of the newest clubs in town. It was one of the few words of pillow talk he actually remembered before your mouth was doing wicked things that made his heart rate skyrocket. Now if only he could remember what kind of theme night. Not hip hop, funk, or soul. It could've been a kpop night, but you'd mentioned something about lycra? What the hell does lycra have to do with dance? Before he can update his list, his phone gets snatched right out of his hands. It's Hangman, because of course it is, and the nosey fucker's already looking into Mickey's phone like it's his god-given right to do so.

"Well, well, well, Fanboy. You like going dancing on weekends? Picking up the ladies?" The glare Mickey levels at the obnoxious blond could have been powerful enough to set him up in flames.

"Can I have my phone back, please, Bagman?" But Hangman just keeps scrolling, quite gleefully ignoring his pleas.

"Nah. This is too interesting." He squints at the screen. "What do dancing and lycra have to do with each other?"

"I wish I knew. My girlfriend, I guess, mentioned going to one of these Halloween theme dance nights this weekend. And she mentioned something about lycra and one of the places she's going this weekend." Mickey should not be grateful to have his phone back, not when Jake just slumps down on the sofa and starts brainstorming out loud. Most of his suggestions are frankly ludicrous and the longer Mickey hears him talk the more his head pounds.

By the time training is over for the day, every single Dagger knows and has contributed their two cents. Mickey's more than exhausted and all he wants is his Angel, but you're not there. But as it stands, there is a monster in his stomach growling loudly and he’s covered in sweat. So into the locker room he goes, praying that the guys have something, anything to talk about other than his Angel search.

Of course the minute he walks into the locker room he’s bombarded with even more suggestions. At that moment, Mickey has to remind himself that he likes these people. They may be pains in his ass but he likes them.

"Aww, c'mon Fanboy! This is your girl we're talking about. So what's she like in bed? She has to be a bombshell in and out of bed to keep your attention." Mickey's not quite sure what to say to Jake's comment because you are. He calls you his Angel for a reason after all. But he's never once indulged in locker room shop talk and he isn't going to now. Not when he's not even sure how you feel about him and everything.

So he just shrugs and turns on the shower. With the hot water pounding down around him the tight band of pressure across his temples eases. It helps that Hangman has finally, finally shut up about Angel's weekend plans, too.

But it feels like it's nearly too good to be true. Because the squadron is at the Hard Deck later that night, and Mickey gets cornered by Natasha and Bob.

"So, Fanboy." Bob's smiling good naturedly as he pushes a soda towards Mickey. "What's your girlfriend like? The other guys probably just want the dirty details but you look happy, man. I'd love to know more about her if you'd like to tell me about her? Nix and I both would."

Under their gentle smiles and easy demeanors it's almost too easy to state all of the ways Mickey adores you. He probably sounds like a broken, stuck record, prattling on and on about your soft hair, sweet smile and your big brain. He even pulls up one of your reviews to share and oh. Oh. He's in love with you. But he’s not sure how he’s going to tell you, not at all.

“Okay, you obviously love this girl.” Mickey can only nod at Natasha’s fondly amused tone. “So why aren’t you tracking her down to tell her so?”

For the first time in weeks, an idea starts to crystallize in his mind. “Would you guys be able to help me find her? She’s supposed to be reviewing one of the Halloween theme nights this weekend. But all Angel told me is something involving lycra.”

"Maybe she is going to wear lycra? Like for eighties jazzercise?" Mickey’s so excited he could kiss Bob for that suggestion. Sure enough there is only one place hosting an eighties theme night this weekend. It would be too much to hope that he could manage to go alone. Because the minute Bob’s found the club, Hangman is right there to start planning a night of it. Before too long, Mickey’s quest to tell his Angel how he really feels has turned into a Dagger’s night out and a complete and total mess.

Come Saturday night, Mickey’s one of the first Daggers ready to leave base and head out for the night. He's not wearing anything too out of the ordinary, opting for a wide collared shirt, and trousers. The one difference is how his curls cascade over his forehead and the retro shades covering his eyes. It doesn't surprise Mickey at all to see Natasha appear in the parking lot minutes later dressed in lycra and a leotard, big puffy hair, sweatbands, leg warmers and all. Bob wearing a turtleneck and slacks and Reuben when he finally drives up is dressed like Mickey is. But the true surprises of the Daggers seem to be Rooster and Hangman who walk up side by side in matching leggings, leotards, wristbands and headbands. Javy appears sedately behind the duo, dressed similarly to Bob.

Mickey feels kind of like the Ringmaster of a particularly rowdy circus as he leads the way into the club not longer after. It feels like entering an alternate universe. The music is so loud he feels it in his bones. Everyone’s wearing bright colors and dressed like they stepped right out of the 80s. There are more than a few people wearing lycra like Nat, Hangman and Rooster. Already, Mickey can feel the thrum of the beat in his blood. But as much as he’d like to dance, he’s a man with a mission.

He melts into the crowd before Nat and Hangman are back with the first round. If he knows you correctly, and he thinks he does, you’ll be right in the middle of the dance floor. You’ve said it a hundred times, that the center of the dance floor is where you can get the best idea of what the mood is for a club. Sure enough, he finds you in the center of the dance floor.

The sight of you, it takes his breath away. Lit up by the glow of the lights, you look ethereal. Your eyes are closed as your body moves to the beat. Much like Nat, you’re in leggings and a leotard too, your hair a halo of curls around your head. But your leotard is more than a little sexier, only a scrap of fabric covering your breasts. You look like sin, your bare arms sparkling under the neon lights as beads of sweat drip down your neck. It’s obvious all the other men on the dance floor want you for themselves too, because one after the other, they keep trying to grind up on you.

When your eyes open, they glimmer with rage, rage you rightfully use to push the wandering hands off of your skin. Rage that melts into a sweet O of surprise when you see him standing there.

“Miguel?” Here’s another reason why he loves you. The way you say his name is like music. He takes your hand just as the beats of an all too familiar song pound through the speakers.

Jitterbug

"Hi, Angel." Mickey's voice would be barely audible were it not for the way he murmurs the words right into your ear. "I missed you."

You look flattered at his innocent admission, and Mickey's not sure why.

"I remember you saying something about an Eighties Dance Night. It didn't take long to find this place."

To your credit, you let Mickey twirl you around the dance floor for a few more seconds before you pretty glistening lips part.

"Why do you miss me, Miguel?" You look like you're almost scared of the answer you're going to get. So instead, Mickey croons the lyrics of the song playing into your ear.

"You take the grey skies outta my way (ooh-ooh)

You make the sun shine brighter than Doris Day

You turned a bright spark into a flame (yeah-yeah)

My beats per minute never been the same"

Now there's understanding in your beautiful eyes and as much as Mickey wants to turn tail and hide, instead a glorious smile takes over your face. He doesn't object at all as you drag him outside. In the quiet, he finally, finally hears the staccato rush of your frenzied breaths, calming in tune to your own.

“Mickey, I …” You look lost all of a sudden and Mickey can’t stand to see that look on your face. So he steps forward and kisses you, slow and sweet, pouring all of his pent up feelings into the soft, tender kiss.

“Angel, please. This once, can I talk?” At your nod, he continues. “I know you just wanted some fun, and that was what I wanted too. But sweetheart, I can’t do this anymore. Cielito, it hurts too much.”

Your face falls at his words, and he can almost see the walls come up around your heart.

“I’m almost certain I’m in love with you, and I can’t stand that you’ve left me sleepin' in my bed. I was dreamin' but I should've been with you instead. Wake me up before you go-go. Don't leave me hanging on like a yo-yo.” Your giggle when Mickey starts singing the song is far better than your tears would have been.

“You’re a sap, Miguel Garcia.” But even as you say the words, you’re stepping into his arms. You taste like strawberries as he sucks on your plush lips and it's a taste he's not sure he'll ever get tired of. “I’m pretty sure that I’m falling in love with you too.”

"Come home with me, baby? And stay the night?" Your grin and nod makes his smile feel like a mile wide as he calls an Uber. You’re all over him on the drive to the base gate and all of a sudden it feels like the world is still. Because you’re in his apartment, and then on his bed, the scrap of fabric covering your tits riding up until it’s not covering anything at all. Your moan is musical, too, as he leaves wet kisses over his skin. But Mickey’s sure he likes you best when you’re completely naked and in his arms, a sheen of sweat over your soft skin as you pant against his chest. Your mind looks to be finally, completely silent, and your lips are pillow soft as you press soft kisses over his heart.

“Miguel?” Your voice is a little rough, vocal cords rubbed raw as you snuggle in closer.

“Yeah, Angel?” Mickey’s sure he’ll never get tired of you, not when you’re blinking sleepily at him.

“Take me out for brunch in the morning?” For some reason your sleepy words make him happier than he’s felt in a long time.

“I can do that, beautiful. But you’ll have to wear my clothes. I don’t think that lycra set of yours should be worn in public, ever again.” He has to stifle his chuckles when all he hears is a soft snuffling snore. There’s no way you’re going out dancing without him tonight. You’re too worn out. Is it a crime that he likes you that way?

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nmnomad · 3 months

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San Miguel Mission Chapel is considered the oldest church still in use in the United States. The original church was built in 1598. Nuestra Señora de Perpetuo was constructed between 1615 – 1626. That is the church that exists today. The walls are approximately 5 feet wide, with huge, carved vigas. The community changed the name of the church between 1800 and 1801.

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ncstalgicz · 10 months

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⋇⊶⊰ 𝗕𝗨𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗗 𝗠𝗘𝗠𝗢𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗦 ⊱⊷⋇

miles morales x reader

AFTER ATSV

sypnosis: you don’t trust miles to tell you the whole truth about your past, but you learn to accept it. plot: fluff, some angst. warnings: nothing much, itsv or atsv does not belong to me. words: 1.1k song: In this darkness - clara la san a/n: this was kinda rushed but expect something better in the next update ᗒ෴ᗕ

~ part two ~

You shoot your web towards a building trying to find the anomaly. You had another mission which was informed to you by Miguel. You were currently trying to find the anomaly in the crowded city as you continue swinging building through building. “Caught you.” You Look at The Green Goblin who was currently flying through the air with the hoverboard. He was glitching that he fell down from his hoverboard, but before he could come in contact with the floor your webs caught him before he could fall. You trap him in your webs as you tie them in a knot trapping his body with the webs.

“Time to take you bac—” “ HEY Y/N!” You Look at the mystery figure and notice that it was the new kid, swinging towards you. You felt a pain on your face when you notice that the Goblin punched you in the face when you were distracted. “Oh my bad, Let me get that for you.” Miles swung down using his webs to catch you in his arms. He was to busy looking at you when he hit a pole. You were gone from his arms noticing the pole before he did. “What are you doing here?” You scowled at the boy swinging away from him. He groans in pain as he follows you.

“I’m just trying to help you.” Miles sighed looking down. “Look I know you don’t remember me but I remember you so maybe I can help you remember some things.” He inquired. When he looked up, he cried out in fear noticing your leg aiming towards his figure when you went past him to kick the goblin who was aiming for him. “That sounds lovely but please pay attention. We’re- or I’m on a mission.” You corrected yourself swinging away from the boy.

He groaned and followed you anyway. “Can you just stop being stubborn and actually listen to me.” You Look at him with a confused look. “Did you just call me stubborn?” You swung down on a roof. Miles forgot how scary you can be when you get upset. “Look, all I’m trying to do is make you remember me..please.” He looked at you with pleading eyes. Somehow you remember those eyes, those eyes of honey. Your head started hurting as you held it. “Hey, you good?” Miles asks in worry noticing you state. “Yeah just remembered something.” You mumbled.

“Alright fine, but after my mission is over.” You finally agreed as you looked at him, who was holding a soft smile. You swing away from him catching up with the green goblin. A short while after you finally caught him while he was glitching and threw one of the red cages to lock him. You use your watch to open a portal. You look back at Miles who was already looking at you. You looked away and went inside the portal going back to headquarters. Once you made it in you try to find Gwen. “Hey Y/n can we talk now?” Miles appeared behind you.

“Um maybe later, I have to find Gwen.” You told him. “She’s out on a mission.” He informed you. “Then I have to find Hobie.” You quickly uttered walking away. “He’s with Gwen.” He grabbed a burger from someone’s tray, munching on it. “Well then let me find Migue—” “Y/n stop avoiding me.” Miles went in front of you looking at you with narrowed eyes. “I’m not, I just have some important things to do.” You lied walking past his figure. He put his hand on your shoulder as you stopped. The familiar touch. You shake him off as you walked away from him.

He just watched your figure leave with a saddened look as he sat down on the bench. “Has it ever occurred to you that maybe she doesn’t want to remember?” Gwen mentioned above Miles hanging onto the ceiling. “But why?” He muttered holding his head in frustration. Gwen got down and sat next to him. “Probably because somewhere deep inside her, she’ll know how much she’ll regret ever forgetting in the first place. Then she’ll blame herself over everything that you’ll tell her.” Gwen looked down at her hand. “Like her brother?” Miles recalled. She nods.

“Maybe it’s for the best Miles.” Gwen looked up noticing the look on Miles face. “When I followed her on the mission, I told her that she was stubborn for not allowing me to tell her anything. She looked into my eyes. She held her head like she was in pain and I asked her if she was okay, she just told me that she remembered something.” Miles eyes lit up, “Maybe there’s hope after all.” He got up from the bench. “Miles, what are you thinking.” Gwen asked concerned for the boy. “You’ll know once you see the better version of her.” He was running towards where you went. Asking multiple Spider-Men which direction you headed to and that led him to Miguel’s room. “-aybe let him.” He hears distant voices as he tried to look for the source.

“I don’t know if I’m ready to learn the truth.” You told Peter who was playing around with Mayday. Miles turned invisible peeking up at the ceiling where you and Peter were talking upside down. ‘What are they talking about?’ Miles thought to himself. “What if he tells me something that will ruin what I am now?” You exclaimed with tears in your eyes as you look at Mayday which made you smile. “Let’s just assume he tells you something bad, you’ll have to accept it Y/n. That’s the thing about us Spider people, we always have to accept the truth no matter how much it can hurt.” Peter told you, holding onto your shoulder.

Mayday’s blabbering mouth broke you out of your thoughts as you cry softly and hug Peter. “Okay.” You mutter as you start walking down along with Peter. “I’ll go find him.” You inform him heading out of Miguel’s room. You walk past the invisible Miles, unknowingly to you, as Miles looks at your departing figure. He follows you as he tries to go back to the bench. Once he reaches to the bench he pretends to be be thinking about something.

“Hey, Miles.” You softly say looking down at his thinking state. He looks up pretending not to notice you from the start. “Oh hey Y/n! Nice to see you again.” He awkwardly states. “I’m sorry about avoiding you, it’s just that I guess I wasn’t ready for the truth yet.” You apologize. “It’s fine but like- if you need someone to talk to, I’m always here.” He coughed trying to avoid your gaze. You smile at him as you let out a laugh noticing his avoidance. He cleared his throat, “Lets go to my universe.” He insisted. “Alright.” You used your watch to open a portal leading to Earth-1610. “Wait how do you know my Eart—” Miles stopped noticing that your figure already went through the portal. He went through and noticed you looking back laughing. “Oh I see now..answer my question.” He playfully told you. “Hmm, no.” You tease. You’re finally talking to him was his first thought, ‘How much I missed you, Y/n.’

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callsigndragon · 2 years

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Guilty | Mickey "Fanboy" Garcia

Pairing: Mickey "Fanboy" Garcia x fem!reader

Requested: Yes!

Words: 686 (short, i know)

Summary: You plan a surprise trip to visit Mickey's mom. However, the wizzo cannot keep his big mouth shut.

Warnings: nothing really, just fluffy domestical Mickey.

Translations:

Mi novia hermosa : my beautiful girlfriend

Mi amor: my love

Cariño: dear, honey

Amor: love

Mickey misses his family. He’s been working like crazy this last year. After the Dagger squad came back from the uranium mission they became a fixed unit operating in North Island. It was after he returned from a much deserved vacation that you met him. You worked as a teacher in an elementary school in San Diego. You were hanging out with your friends when you saw him across the bar. It was an instant connection. You don’t recall a day without him after that. And he hasn’t been able to go home ever since.

He gets a leave of two weeks in Winter break. And you've planned to surprise his mother with a Christmas visit. You've spent weeks planning the surprise, getting tickets, hotel reservations for the first night because his mom wouldn't allow you to sleep in other place that wasn't her home after she sees the both of you. You wanted to make sure everything was perfect because she deserved it.

Mickey's first free day is just your last day at school before winter break. You didn't want to leave, being really comfortable in the bed with your boyfriend. However, job is job. And you had to go.

You didn't imagine, however, that once you left Mickey would call his mom. You knew he loved to talk. And once he began, he couldn't be stopped.

You come back home from work, leaving your shoes at the door. "Babe, I'm home" you say out loud for him to hear.

He comes running to you, hugging you close and kissing your face. "How is mi novia hermosa doing today?"

You raise an eyebrow. He knows the effect his Spanish has on you. It was usual for him to talk to you in Spanish, make you hot and flustered and take you to bed. He used a very specific tone in those occasions. Suave, seductive, almost a whisper.

He's not using it now. The only possible explanation is that he’s trying to soften the blow.

"What did you do?"

He gasps. "Why do you think I did something, mi amor?"

"Female intuition"

"Babe, I've done nothing. I began to pack our things, though"

You look at him, frowning. The more he talks, the more you know he’s done something really bad.

"... Mickey, just say it”

“Say what?”

“Whatever the heck it is you’ve done”

“Cariño, I’ve done nothing!”

"Stop with the Spanish, Miguel Garcia!"

"Oh shit, she used the government name" he whispers to himself. He looks at you, with guilty eyes. “Mi amor, it was an accident, I swear”

“You told your mother, right?” you question, knowing that is the only thing that would make him act like this. He covers his face with his hands as an answer.

“I was just talking with mama and out of nowhere she asked me to come to see her on Christmas and I began to panic, babe. Like real panic. And I didn’t know what to tell her because I can’t lie to mama and there was so much pressure..”

You cover his mouth with your hand, smiling at your rambling boyfriend.

“It’s okay, amor. Was she happy about it?”

He nods, mouth still covered.

“Then that’s the only important thing” you move your hand and peck his lips. “I’m not mad”

“…what did I ever do to deserve you?” he asks pulling you close to kiss you.

“C’mon Mickey. We’re going out for dinner”

“Oh, are we?” he says, going upstairs to change.

“Yes, you gotta make up to me somehow. You’re paying” you say, making him run down the stairs to see you.

“Amor, you said you weren’t mad!” he whines.

“And I'm not mad, but you ruined our surprise. Pay for it”

He raises his hands in a surrender gesture.

“Fine. Dress up, we’re going to your favorite place.”

“We need reservation for that, honey” you remember him.

“I made it after I realized I fucked up” he admits coyly. You hug him and kiss his cheek.

“My hero” you say before going upstairs to get ready for dinner with your sweet boyfriend.

#mickey fanboy garcia #top gun maverick #top gun x reader #top gun maverick fanfic #fanboy x you #top gun fanfiction #fanboy x reader #mickey garcia x reader #mickey fanboy garcia x reader #fanboy fluff

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aranaboricua · 10 months

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Spiderverse RIO MORALES penned by Jasmine

EST 2023 🕷️ BETA EDITOR 🕷️. LOW ACTIVITY. 🕷️. PROMO

Name: Rio Morales. Age: 42. Height: 5"7 Nationality: Puerto Rican

Skills: Mix martial arts, medicine and medical technician

In Earth- 1897, Rio Morales was a first responder in Brooklyn who tried to heal people from a bioengineering building that exploded from a scientific experiment. A radioactive spider that was one of the subjects bit her and it gave her abnormal aracnid powers. Since then, she lived as Brookyn's Spider-Woman. Her husband Jefferson's first mission as Captain was to capture the Prowler, but he was killed in the process. Years as a childless widow, Rio moved back to Puerto Rico as a community leader. But in secret, she lives as the San Juan hero as Spider-Woman.

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Warning: This blog contains Marvel spoilers and mature content. It also contains images of spiders and flashing.

My version of Rio is Afro-Latina, used OG Jessica Drew for her Spider-Woman outfit. I only accept raceswapped muses who's stories are not connected to their race. So no white versions of characters of color just as white Miles Morales.

Multiverse: I am up to date with comics (mainly Earth 1610 and 616). I have verses for Spiderverse, 90s Spiderman, DC Superhero Girls, JL8, and Invincible

Relationships: My main ships with Rio are Jefferson and Miguel/spider 2099. Muse and mun must be of age, preferably characters age 30-50s. No pedophilia or incest. Some suggestive

I also accept other children of Rio aside Miles and Bille. Please have an about page.

WISHLIST

Spiderverse: Earth 1610 Miles Morales, 42! Miles, Rio Morales (any verse) Aaron Davis, Meow Morales, Gwen Stacy.

X-Men-97: All Xavier students, Hellfire Club, Genoisha mutants

DC: Characters from Justice League TAS, Superman TAS, My Adventures with Superman, JL8/Little League, DC Superhero Girls (2nd gen), and Reign of the Supermen

Invincible: Mark, Atom Eve, Rex Plode, Debbie, Nolan, Cecil, Donald, Allen, Bulletproof, Ursaal or Thragg's children.

Shipping: Jefferson Davis, Green Lantern (John Stewart or Hal Jordan), General Kreed, Thula, Wonder Woman, War Woman, Reed Richards, Captain America (Steve or Sam)

Mun is a 34-year-old freelance graphic designer with anxiety. So please be patient with me. My other RP blogs are @swordsxandxsakuras @irxnlegacy and @seafoamseashells.

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htfphoto · 1 year

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windmill.

mission san miguel arcangel.

san miguel, ca.

my instant gram.

#windmill #landscape #object and still #mission san miguel #san miguel california #farm #ranch #machinery

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clairity-org · 1 year

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Mission San Miguel Arcángel 11/21/22 by Sharon Mollerus

#Mission San Miguel Arcángel #California #San MIguel #CA #flickr

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beardedmrbean · 2 months

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CARACAS, Venezuela (AP) — Venezuela’s government on Thursday ordered the local United Nations office on human rights to suspend operations and gave its staff 72 hours to leave, accusing it of assisting coup plotters and terrorist groups.

Foreign Affairs Minister Yván Gil announced the decision at a news conference in Caracas, which came amid heightened concerns that the government is repressing real or perceived opponents in an election year. Nearly a week ago, Venezuela detained a prominent human rights attorney and members of her family, setting off a wave of criticism inside and outside the country.

Gil said the local technical advisory office of the U.N. High Commissioner for Human Rights, authorized in 2019, was supposed “to improve, to optimize,” human rights. Instead, he said, it had become an “international sounding board to maintain a discourse against the Bolivarian government and against the Venezuelan people."

The office had “become the private law firm of coup plotters and terrorist groups that permanently conspire against the country," Gil said, though he did not show any evidence or point to a specific example of that alleged activity.

Ravina Shamdasani, spokesperson for the U.N. rights office of the high commissioner, based in Geneva, Switzerland, said the agency regretted the decision and is evaluating next steps.

“We continue to engage with the authorities and other stakeholders,” Shamdasani said. “Our guiding principle has been and remains the promotion and protection of the human rights of the people of Venezuela.”

The agency on Tuesday had expressed “deep concern” over the detention of Rocio San Miguel, a prominent human rights attorney in Venezuela. In a tweet, the office urged “her immediate release” and respect for her right to legal defense.

San Miguel was taken into custody Friday at the airport near Caracas while she and her daughter awaited a flight to Miami. Authorities did not acknowledge her detention until Sunday, and as of Wednesday, her attorney had not been allowed to meet with her.

About an hour before Gil’s announcement, the U.N. agency called for the respect of “due process guarantees, including right to defense” in her case.

Attorney General Tarek William Saab earlier in the week said San Miguel was being held at the Helicoide prison, an infamous institution for political prisoners. She is facing charges of treason, conspiracy and terrorism.

San Miguel’s daughter, ex-husband, two brothers and former partner also were detained following her arrest. Of them, only her former partner, Alejandro Jose Gonzales de Canales Plaza, remains in custody. He is facing charges of revealing state and military secrets and obstruction of justice.

Gil told reporters that President Nicolás Maduro agreed to cooperate with the high commissioner in September 2019 to establish the local technical advisory office in Caracas to “show the world the advances in human rights in Venezuela.”

He said the office had 13 staff members as of Thursday.

Months before Maduro's 2019 decision, the high commissioner at the time, Michelle Bachelet, had published a scathing report detailing widespread human rights abuses at the hands of Venezuelan government security forces.

The U.N. Human Rights Council had also voted to set up an independent fact-finding mission to look into allegations of killings, disappearances, arbitrary detention and torture in Venezuela.

The fact-finding mission has never been allowed to visit the country. But its investigations have documented, among other things, that the government intensified efforts to curtail democratic freedoms ahead of this year's coming presidential election. The mission accused the government of using threats, surveillance and harassment against politicians, labor leaders, journalists, human rights defenders and other real or perceived opponents.

In addition to the U.N., 200 non-governmental organizations in Venezuela, the European Union, and the Canadian and United States governments have expressed concerns over the San Miguel's detention.

San Miguel's detention is part of the Venezuelan government’s policies of “criminalization and persecution of the work of promoting and defending human rights and closing civic space in Venezuela," the Venezuelan organizations said in a statement Monday. Both are based on the idea that social activists and human rights defenders are “internal enemies” who participate in "alleged conspiracies and attempts at ‘assassinations,’” it said.

San Miguel’s detention happened more than three months after the U.S. government rolled back some economic sanctions against Venezuela following Maduro’s commitment to hold an election in the second half of 2024, lift bans preventing adversaries from holding office and release political prisoners. His promises are part of an agreement signed in the Caribbean island of Barbados between his representatives and those of a faction of the opposition.

Since it was signed, Maduro's government has been testing its limits. It has blocked the candidacy of the winner of the opposition's presidential primary and arrested numerous perceived or actual adversaries, including campaign staffers of the blocked candidate. It has also repeatedly accused members of the opposition of having links to various plots to kill Maduro and his inner circle between last May and January without showing any evidence.

The government also only released about 20 political prisoners. The Venezuela-based organization Foro Penal tallied 263 political prisoners in the South American country as of Thursday.

Human Rights Watch on Thursday condemned the government's decision to suspend the activities of the U.N. office, describing its presence in Venezuela as “crucial.”

“Amid a new wave of repression, governments in the region should call for its reestablishment," Juanita Goebertus, Americas director for Human Rights Watch, tweeted.

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timmurleyart · 1 year

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Mission San José y San Miguel de Aguayo. 🔔🌵🌞🔔

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lowcountry-gothic · 2 years

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Mission San Miguel Viejo, built around 1720. All that remains of the original settlement. The church is filled with indigenous Otomí art.

#san miguel de allende #mexico #otomi

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chaletnz · 2 years

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Crossing El Salvador: Cerro Verde to San Miguel

We left Cerro Verde for what would be a two day affair to cross the borders getting us to Nicaragua where our real trip continued. I woke up very early to try and get a lukewarm shower at the campsite rather than the cold ones everyone else had been getting. It was a good way to refresh, and then I packed up ready to load my bag onto the van and have breakfast. Deme and I went back to the cafe but having learned from our mistake, we just ordered the regular cappuccino this time! Others in the group did paintballing while the rest of us took our morning easy. The group returned to the bus ready for our five hour drive to San Miguel sweating and covered in welts and bruises. Georgi had been shot particularly hard as she had accidentally hit Max in his manhood and he'd been given a free redemption shot that turned into him emptying the gun on her. The ride was long and dull and broken up only by some gas station stops for snacks along the way. We'd left around 11am from our campsite and had expected to arrive around 5pm to San Miguel. Traffic was quite heavy as we passed through what seemed like El Salvador's only main road. We stopped for lunch at Comida Mercedes in Cojutepeque which was, in a word - chaotic. Walter had attempted a Spanish lesson during the drive and taught us the names of some fruits and vegetables that we might like/not like and lettuce and cabbage which we should not eat at all until we reach Costa Rica due to pesticides. There was a stop to ride a boat around Laguna de Apastepeque for one dollar each, the music was blaring and we all crammed into the boat. The boaties rocked it from side to side to where I was a little nervous that either the boat would fill up with water, or we'd flip over and fall in the lake. After circling the lake and waving at everyone we came across the boaties helped us all back onto land. We got back into the minibus and after a couple more hours we had arrived at a mall in San Miguel down the road from our hotel. We had about 30 minutes to use the toilets, buy some snacks for the long day tomorrow to cross two borders, and look around the mall. We tried to find souvenir magnets for El Salvador but the only ones for sale were $7 and terrible quality. Instead I went to the supermarket to spend some money on some snacks for tomorrow. The cashier didn't believe the $20 bill I paid with was real so they had to check it out, and then he didn't have enough change either so I was stuck waiting for him to get change. I ended up being the last one back to the bus and felt so guilty taking my seat when everyone else was ready. Our hotel was a few more minutes away and then we could check in and shower at last! Walter made a reservation for us in the hotel restaurant and about half the group showed up. I sat with Tyrza, Wout, and Boukje, the Dutch speaking trio as well as Jess, Emily and Cam from the UK. Boukje and Jess split a grilled fish platter and Wout, Tyrza, and I split a barbecue grill platter. It was huge! It came out with chicken, beef, and sausages, as well as about 4 large potatoes cut up on the grill, a bowl of garlic bread, and 4 dipping sauces/salsas. Split between the 3 of us, we only paid about $9 each and ate until we were stuffed. With a few cocktails tacked on there it was still less than $20 for a relatively nice restaurant dinner and drinks. After dinner we headed back to our rooms for an early night before our 4:30am departure tomorrow morning to get to the border. I saw Emily and Georgi sitting in the lobby in a panic that the receptionist couldn't speak English and they needed a taxi. Georgi had dyed her hair again (after dying it two days earlier while at the campsite...) and it had gone fully orange. They were on a mission to try and find some toner but keep in mind these are the two who didn't even know the words to ask for a bathroom in Spanish, going out alone at night when we needed to be ready to leave at 4:30am! I told them to take a photo of the hotel sign and how to say "help" if they ran into trouble and wished them luck.

#El Salvador #Cerro Verde #San Miguel

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