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madman479r · 1 year

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“Aunt May, this is my girlfriend, Ms Hardy”

May Parker was like a machine in the kitchen, working with various pots and pans, a whirlpool of spices and sauces, keeping a watchful eye on all the foods she was simultaneously cooking.

Now May didn't cook this amount of food regularly, at least not before she realise Peter was half starving himself due to the fact he needed to eat much more than the average body builder because of his high metabolism but didn't want to be an "inconvenience" to May, honestly that boy would cover up a gun shot wound if he thought he was being an inconvenience.

Thankfully Peter didn't eat them out of a home because Tony Stark also discovered Peter's enhanced metabolism and helped make a protein bar with enough calories to feed a football team to help with Peter's metabolism.

But really, the reason May was cooking a feast fit for warriors returning from battle was because Peter had delivered news to her, news that she had both hoped and dreaded to hear since she and Ben took Peter in.

Peter was brining over his new girlfriend.

May knew this day would come, after all her Peter was perfect, he was kind, gentlemanly, considerate, the things a woman would look for back when she was his age.

She was happy to hear Peter had found himself a girl. Someone to be happy with, just as she felt with her Ben.

But also dreaded for two reasons.

One: because it could mean that Peter may no longer need his Aunt May.

And two: because what if this ended in heart break? Obviously everyone experienced at least one heart break when it came to romance, but that didn't mean she wanted that for her nephew.

But she knew she couldn't keep her nephew from ever bringing home a girl, Peter was 17 for crying out loud, it was just natural. She was happy that Peter was growing up. But at the same time, she didn't want to lose her Peter.

But anyway, another reason the meal was so large was because May didn't know a thing about this girl, only that her name was Felicia, so she made a variety of foods just in case Felicia didn't like one type of food, was allergic, didn't fit diet, etc, etc.

The sound of the front door opening was numb to May's ears but Peter's voice broke through to her. "May! I'm home!"

May cleaned her hands and headed for the living room, putting on a smile and opened the kitchen door, finally seeing this mystery girl for the first time.

She expected to meet a shy, book wise, rule abiding girl, maybe with glasses or freckles, you know, something normal, a normal girl. Nothing could have prepared her for the sight before her.

"Aunt May, this is my girlfriend, Felicia Hardy." Peter gestured to the girl next to him, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly.

His girlfriend was what could be described as a teenager's fantasy girl.

Felicia had the face of a model and looked like she damn well knew it. She wore light make up, more noticeable on her cheery red lips and had silvery white hair that reached her hips.

Felicia wore a dark purple off shoulder top that showed her curvaceous figure, with a cropped Leather jacket that had white fur lining around the collar and cuffs, with a matching pair of white silk gloves.

She wore high waist black leather fitting jeans with knee high stiletto heeled boots.

Girl? That was no girl, that was a woman, a woman who should be on magazine covers.

May loved Peter to death, as though she was his mother and would defend his name to the bitter end but even she couldn't help but wonder how Peter had landed such a woman.

Felicia stepped forward, offering her hand out to May, who shook it numbly, still in shock. "Pleasure to meet you May, I've heard a lot about you." Even her voice could make a person weak in the knees, it had the sweet sound of a tinkling bell, with a slightly husky undertone.

Felicia flashed a dazzling smile at May.

"O-Of course." May nodded dumbly. She needed to talk to Peter. Privately. Now.

May looked back towards the kitchen and excused herself. "Sorry, I'd love go talk but I don't want tonight's dinner to burn. Peter, could you be a dear and take a look? I don't want to serve something Felicia might be allergic to, you know, since you didn't tell me anything about her."

Brilliant excuse, it was technically true and didn't sound ridiculous.

Peter gave Felicia a smile and peck, even taking her jacket and hanging it up before obediently following his Aunt into the kitchen.

Peter had closed the door just in time for May to twist towards him with a face that demanded answers. "Who is this woman?"

"Her name is Felicia Hardy." Peter said, sounding hesitant1.

"Yeah, I got that! Who is she Peter?" May demanded.

"She's... my... girlfriend?." Peter explained, his eyes looking to the side nervously.

May had to ask. "How old is she even? Nineteen?"

Peter scratched his cheek. "Uh, actually... she's uh... twenty."

May's eyes nearly fell out their sockets. "Twenty?!"

Peter looked away nervously before locking eyes with May again, head downwards like a submissive dog. "...two."

May closed her eyes and prayed for patience. Not strength because if she had strength, she'd throw this 22-year-old out her home. "Peter Benjamin Paeker." She began but was cut off.

"Before you freak out, she was born the same year I was, but wasn't dusted, so the reason for the five year gap, plus I'll be eighteen soon, also consent laws in New York says this is cool."

"Cool?" May demanded.

"Not cool as in awesome, even if it totally is- I mean! Cool as in okay!" Peter explain.

May pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed. "Peter, I'm happy you have a girlfriend, I really am but... How did you even meet this girl? Was it through a friend?"

"It's complicated..."

"Then un-complicate it for me."

Peter scratched the back of his head, suddenly finding the floor interesting. "I... met her through Spider-Man."

"What do you mean you met her through Spid- she knows you're Spider-man?!" May whisper shouted. What happened to keeping his secret identity?! Did you just need to have an hourglass figure for that to go out the window?!

Peter winced. "Well she's not an ordinary girl, she's... sorta like me."

"Soooo what? She's a vigilante?"

"Yeah!" Peter jumped on that life line. "Well, technically at first she was a thief."

"A thief." May echoed flatly. Oh this was getting better by the minute. Wasn't he supposed to stop thieves, not date them?

"I know what you're thinking!" Peter quickly tried to fix his mistake. "But it's not like that! She only stole from those that could afford it or were criminals. I met her one night and turns out she likes Spider-man, so we started talking and I managed to convince her to be like me, help people, you know."

May still looked skeptical. "So she likes Spider-man. What about Peter Parker?"

Peter didn't look upset at her accusation. "Yes. After a while, she trusted me with her civilian identity and I returned the trust. That's why she's here tonight. Trust me, May. If Felicia didn't like Peter Parker, she wouldn't be here."

May wanted to say so much right now, like how she was happy that Peter was now bringing over girls, but not the kind that were criminals!

But she sighed.

It was too late now. Felicia was here and May wouldn't be able to kick the girl out of her home. Not now. She'd at least give her the benefit of the doubt.

May gave Peter a final glare. "Alright fine. I'll talk to her later. But no more surprises, please!"

"Sure thing Aunt May." Peter gave her a winning smile, relieved that May would at least tolerate Felicia.

***

When dinner was served, May took the chance to question and observe Felicia.

Turns out, Felicia loved a wide range of foods, which is why Felicia seemed to love everything and took an inordinate amount of time to taste each dish and make sure she took her time.

It was also very interesting to see her talk, the woman had an endlessly quick wit and could easily tell a joke that had Peter laughing.

And that wasn't the best part, she made May laugh, a lot. The girl could say something that would set May off and the girl would have the rest of the table in stiches.

In fact, May found herself liking Felicia. The girl was a social butterfly, charming and engaging, a conversationalist, and was just so damn pretty.

But best of all, the way she looked at Peter. May had learnt how to read people during her years and during her time volunteering at F.E.A.S.T. You'd be surprised how much a person's character is revealed during moments like this.

And the way Felicia looked at Peter, it was like she was so enamoured by him. If she didn't know any better, May would say Felicia was in love.

And the way Felicia looked at Peter, the love in her eyes when she spoke about him, the way she hung on his words, it was like Felicia loved Peter more than anything else in the world.

May decided she could accept this woman into her home if she could look at her nephew like that.

That night, as Felicia left, May gave the girl a hug and whispered. "Welcome to the family, I can tell you'll love my nephew."

***OMAKE***

During dinner, Felicia spoke to May. "Mrs. Parker. I can't help but ask, whenever Peter talks about you, he calls you Aunt May, even when you raised him like a mother?"

May nodded. "We had him call me Aunt and his Uncle 'uncle Ben' as to remember his late parents, we know we can't replace them." May explained.

Felicia smiled. "Of course, if anything that makes it easier."

May was confused. "Makes what easier?"

Felicia's smile turned devilish and her voice became a purr. "Well, that way if Peter says "pass the salt, mommy," we'll both know who he's speaking to."

Peter's face turned as red as his Spider suit. "FELICIA!"

And May honestly felt like she was having a heart attack.

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jedijesi · 11 months

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Caught in the Cat's Web Chapter 10

Miguel O'Hara x Felicia Hardy! Reader

Previous Chapter 🕸️ Series Masterlist

Warnings: Fluff, Violence

Word Count: 5k

Summary: Miguel and Felicia go on a big mission to hunt down the gangs who have been stealing villain tech from different universes.

Co-Author: @stclairesplace

New York, Earth-928

The morning glow painted the room with a soft, golden hue, casting warm, amber rays of sunlight that caressed Felicia and Miguel's slumbering bodies. The gentle, persistent sunbeams seeped through Felicia's closed eyelids, coaxing her from her dream. Reluctantly, she blinked her eyes open, her vision slowly adjusting to the gentle illumination. Her gaze fell upon Miguel, his face peaceful in repose, framed by tousled, dark hair. As Felicia lifted her head from Miguel's bare chest to sit up, the arm that had been resting on her back stiffened, gently but firmly pulling her back down. She chuckled softly, nestling into the comforting embrace of the man beside her.

“How long have you been awake?” Felicia giggles, snuggling back into Miguel.

Miguel smiles, his eyes still closed as he basks in the sunlight. “Little while now.” He responds, his morning voice, like warm honey.

With a delicate hand, Felicia's fingers traced the sharp contours of Miguel's jaw, her touch a tender exploration of his rugged features. "How are you so hot?" she mused.

Miguel shook his head, the ghost of a smile gracing his lips as he slowly opened his eyes to meet hers. "Ready for round 4?" he playfully suggested, a glint of mischievous desire dancing in his dark gaze.

Felicia chuckled her laughter a sweet melody that filled the room. She moved to sit up, her tousled hair cascading over her shoulders, and a subtle wince crossing her face. "As much as I would love to," she began, "I'm starving... and still aching."

Miguel smirks with pride. “Breakfast first, then?” He sits up, joining her.

Felicia nods as she leans in to kiss his soft lips. “I’m gonna get coffee from downstairs. Want anything?”

“Just a black coffee,” Miguel says as he stretches while walking to the bathroom.

“God, you're boring.” Felicia’s comment earns her a playful glare from the half-naked man in the doorway.

As Miguel disappears into the bathroom to shower, Felicia opens a portal back to her home to change into her suit and fix her wild sex hair. Once she's satisfied with her appearance, she opens another portal to the cafeteria. After she orders hers and Miguel's coffee, she spots Julia Carpenter running over.

"Felicia!" Julia shouts, desperately waving her down.

Felicia quirks her eyebrow in curiosity. "What's up?" she asks the panting woman.

Julia leans in, her voice lowered to a hushed tone. "Did you hear?"

Felicia's curiosity is piqued. "Hear what?"

“Ben Reilley and I were at one of the Peters’s parties in their penthouse last night, you know, the one you said you were too cool to go to.” Felicia rolls her eyes. “Well, when Ben was leaving…” Julia paused to glance around, making sure there were no eavesdroppers. “He heard Miguel fucking O’Hara fucking someone!” She quietly screams.

Felicia’s smile fades. “Wha- Who? Did he find out who it was with?” She interrogates.

Julia shakes her head, no. “Ben tried to find out, but couldn’t hear a name. But apparently, they were going at it! Like a lot of screaming!”

“Night-Spider! Your latte and black coffee.” The barista shouts.

“Since when did you drink black coffee?” Julia judges.

Felicia scurries to pick up her order. “Trying something new.” She says with fake enthusiasm, prompting Julia to accept her excuse. “Let me know if you hear anything else about it,” Felicia says, trying to leave the conversation.

Julia nods enthusiastically. “Oh yeah! A whole group of us are determined to crack the case.”

Felicia manages a forced chuckle, then quickly turns to scurry back to the penthouse. As she rushes back, paranoia takes hold, and she constantly scans her surroundings, wary of anyone who might be watching her movements. Eventually, she made it back without anyone spotting her. As she walks in, Miguel gives Felicia a confused look, her panic, evident.

Miguel stood in the cozy, sunlit kitchen, expertly tending to a sizzling pan of scrambled eggs, the aroma of buttery, eggs filling the room. The sizzle and pop of the cooking eggs added a comforting backdrop to the morning. Felicia, carrying two steaming mugs of coffee, moved gracefully towards him, her footsteps barely making a sound on the polished hardwood floor.

"Everything alright?" he inquired, worried about the panicked look written all over Felicia’s face.

She set down the cups on the smooth granite countertop and then, with a deep breath, walked silently behind Miguel. She wrapped her arms around him, her body molding to his, and her soft breaths fanned his back.

"They know," she whispered, her voice trembling with apprehension.

His eyes, a rich shade of brown, widened in shock, the reflected flicker of the gas stove dancing within them. "About us?" he questioned, his tone a blend of concern and disbelief.

"Ben Reilly overheard us last night," she confessed, her words barely above a murmur. "He doesn't know it was me, but he knows you were with someone."

Miguel swore softly under his breath, his shoulders slumping in frustration. "They don’t know it’s you, which is all that matters," he said, his voice calming. He reached over, turning off the stove, the eggs just reaching that perfect level of creamy doneness. Then, turning to face the panicked woman, he took her trembling hands in his, his palms warm and reassuring.

"It’s okay, mí Hermosa," he murmured, cradling her face gently in his hands, he leaned in, his lips pressing against her forehead, a soft, lingering kiss filled with love and reassurance. "We'll be more careful, and we'll get through this together."

The two share breakfast, laughing and bickering about anything and everything. It was a solemn day, at least until LYLA interrupted.

“Hey, Miguel.” She materializes on the table.

“Yes, LYLA?”

“Jessica Drew found a lead on some thugs that have been universe hopping. She is putting together a team with you and Miss Hardy and a few other spider-people. She requests everyone be ready for the debriefing in 20 minutes.” LYLA gives a nod before fading away.

“Looks like you're gonna have to hate me again.” Miguel teases, pressing a kiss to Felicia’s forehead as he stands to collect their empty plates.

“Don't worry, Spider, I never stopped.” She replied with a mischievous wink.

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The team gathered around Jessica as she prepared them. “Stealth is key. This gang has stolen some dangerous weapons, we cannot lose the element of surprise.” Jessica says as she paces in front of the Spider-People. “While Spider-Byte gathers intel from their systems, we all need to work to keep her safe and take them down, understand.” Masked heads nod in agreement. “You all know who you partnered with, get together.”

As the Spider-People scurry around to find their partners, Jessica walks up to Felicia. “You're welcome by the way.”

“For what?”

“I almost paired you with Miguel.” She chuckles. “But then I realized that the two of you would get us all killed with your stupid bickering.”

“Guess we all dodged a bullet,” Felicia smirks, watching Miguel eavesdrop in the corner of her eye.

“Hey, partner!” Felicia turns to see the Scarlett Spider.

“Oh, how dare you.” She glares at Jessica.

With a few taps to Jessica’s watch, a portal opens up to a series of warehouses. “Let’s move!”

The Spider-People moved with purpose and agility as they rushed through the portal to the dimly lit warehouse. The warehouse, a maze of towering crates and flickering fluorescent lights cast long, eerie shadows on the cold concrete floor.

Each duo takes their position in the vast, cavernous space to carefully assess the unfolding situation. With a combination of stealth and precision, their agile movements barely cause a ripple in the air. Spider webs glistened briefly in the dull light, while the soft thwip noise emitted from the web shooters.

Some of them perched high above on steel girders, watching over the entire expanse. Others clung to the sides of towering crates, hidden from plain sight yet ever vigilant. The tension in the air was palpable, a web of anticipation and uncertainty that wrapped around the warehouse like a shroud.

Night-Spider and Scarlett-Spider were tasked with one of the smaller warehouses at the father end of the area. As Felicia looked through the skylight, she could see Vulture’s wings in the middle of the facility with about a dozen men running tests on them.

“How are things with you and Web-Slinger?” Ben whispers.

Felicia gives Ben the side eye, only wanting to concentrate on the task at hand. “Why are you talking to me about this right now?”

Ben shrugs, “Last I saw, you two were… pretty close.” Felicia doesn’t respond, trying to let the conversation dry up, but that doesn't stop Ben. “Patrick’s kind of a fuck boy, you know. He hooked up with like three spider-people at the party last night. I’ve caught him countless times in the lab and with several receptionists. You can do better.”

Felicia turned her head to look at the hooded Spider-Man. “You tynna ask me out?”

“No! Unless you wanted to-” Felicia brings her claws up to flick him in the forehead. “Ouch! I thought you were into this drama, Julia said you were joining our little team to find out who O’Hara’s fucking.”

Felicia shakes her head as she brings her attention back to the thugs below. “You need a better hobby.”

Before Ben could respond, their watches flashed with the signal from Jessica, notifying them that everyone was in place and to begin the takedown. Scarlett-Spider points his webshooters through the broken window pane, aiming for one of the isolated thugs. With a quiet thwip, the guard’s face is covered and muffled by his web as he is being yanked up. Night-Spider catches him as he emerges through the empty window. Hastily, she uses her claws to slit the man’s throat before webbing him to the roof.

The two take down several thugs like this until gunfire from another warehouse disturbs the peace. The comms of the thugs go off, “Spider-Man’s here-”.

The moment they lost the element of surprise, Night-Spider and Scarlett Spider exchanged a quick, knowing glance. Without a second thought, they leaped from their concealed vantage point, gracefully descending into the heart of the warehouse, amidst the disarray of thugs. The thugs, caught off guard by this sudden intrusion, spun around in shock and disbelief. Their faces were masked with a mixture of fear and bravado, but none of it mattered when facing two seasoned Spider-People. The thugs rush for the wings trying to gain the advantage, but the two can cut them off.

Night-Spider and Scarlett Spider immediately sprang into action, a symphony of motion and precision. Night-Spider's lithe form darted through the ranks of the startled thugs, a shadowy blur. Her acrobatics left the enemies in a state of disarray, their punches, and bullets striking nothing but air.

Scarlett Spider, on the other hand, used his web shooters with ruthless efficiency. Silken strands shot out, ensnaring the arms and legs of his adversaries, rendering them immobile. His movements were a lethal dance, his limbs working in harmony with his webbing.

The warehouse echoed with the sounds of scuffling feet, grunts of pain, and the occasional yelp as the heroes took down one thug after another. Crates were toppled, and debris scattered in their wake, as the ruffians were swiftly and decisively subdued. Emerging from the shadows, a tall muscular woman with a menacing mechanical glove stepped into the fray. The metal appendage crackled with yellow sparks, casting an eerie, flickering light on her determined face.

Night-Spider, even with her senses on high alert, couldn't react in time to avoid the lightning-fast punch from the mechanical-gloved assailant. The impact was brutal, an explosion of pain that sent her hurtling through the metal doors with an earsplitting crash. The doors rattled upon impact, swinging open to reveal the vast, moonlit expanse of the docks.

Spider-Man 2099, in the midst of his own battle, caught a fleeting glimpse of Felicia tumbling through the air, her silhouette framed against the dimly lit night. Worry gnawed at his gut, threatening to distract him from the enemies he faced. With a surge of determination, he fought his adversaries with ruthless efficiency, sending them crashing into walls, the resounding impacts punctuating the chaos of the fight.

In the open area of the docks, Night-Spider groaned, struggling to regain her footing. Her body was consumed with pain, every muscle and bone aching in protest. She strained to rise, her breath ragged, her fingers trembling as she clutched the ground. Her heart pounded, not just from the physical pain but from the fear of failure.

The woman with the Shocker’s gauntlet approached, her footsteps echoing ominously on the hard concrete. The crackling sparks from her glove cast eerie shadows that danced around her like malevolent spirits. Night-Spider knew that she had to overcome the agony and summon every ounce of her strength, for her will to protect and fight against insurmountable odds burned brighter than the sparks of her formidable adversary. She pushed through the pain, gritting her teeth as she slowly rose to her feet in a fighting stance, her eyes locking onto the woman with the mechanical glove.

The woman goes in for another swing but misses as the Night-Spider skillfully maneuvers under the gauntlet and through her legs. Night-Spider jumps on the woman’s back, digging her claws into her muscles. The woman lets out a scream before throwing her fist behind her head in an attempt to stop the Night Spider. Barley missing the punch, Night-Spider, leaps off of the woman’s back, putting distance between the two.

“You bitch!” The woman shouts. Suddenly, the gauntlet begins to crackle even louder, and the neon glow becomes practically blinding.

The woman lifts her fist into the air before slamming it down onto the concrete. The ground ripples, cracking around her, allowing yellow lightning bolts of electricity to shoot out. The impact was too fast for Night-Spider to swing far enough away in time, causing her to be electrocuted mid-air. As she falls back to the earth, Spider-Man 2099’s strong arms catch her. He carefully swings to a neighboring warehouse where he lays her down before returning to the fight.

The explosion attracted more Spider-People as they finished their fights. Dizzy, Felicia takes off her mask in an attempt to see better, watching as the team of Spider-People takes down the dangerous woman.

Unable to bring her body to move, she watches as Jessica Drew darts out on her motorcycle, hitting the assailant. Meanwhile Miguel and a few others run to the disoriented woman, webbing her up. As the battle concludes, Felicia finally gains enough energy to crawl down from the warehouse and join the group.

“Felicia! Be careful!” Miguel shouted running over to her weak body, offering her his hand.

“I can take care of myself, asshole.” She replies, smacking his hand away.

Miguel is taken back for a moment before remembering where they were. “Felicia!” Miguel harshly whispers. Felicia pays no mind to him as she watches the Spider-People drag webbed enemies and weponry out of warehouses to pile them in the open.

“Hey!” Miguel grabs her by the arm pulling her back to face him.

“What?!” She exclaims in furry, harshly pulling her arm free from his grip.

“You gotta take it easy, we don’t know how many volts you just took.”

“I’m fine, O’Hara!” Felicia says stumbling to where everyone converged.

Miguel shakes his head with annoyance for the stubborn woman. “You’re impossible! Just relax while we do the rest, you can't handle this right now!” Other Spider-People begin to take notice of the fight, subtly watching.

“Can’t handle this?” Felicia repeats, turning to look at the masked man. “You didn’t care about my safety when we were sparring during training. You happily kicked my ass! So what, now? Am I not good enough to be fighting with you?” Felicia shoves him in the chest out of frustration.

“Felicia that’s not what I-” Miguel tries to calm her down, putting his hands up in defense.

“NO, come on say it god dammit! You don’t think I’m good enough!”

“Baby,-” he whispers only loud enough for her to hear.

“I AM good enough for this team okay!” She repeats it like a mantra, like she was trying to even convince herself that it was true.

“Fuck off, Miguel I seriously mean it.” Before Miguel could stop her she had run off to join.

“Hey girl, how’re we feeling?” Jessica Drew inquires as she rolls up on her motorcycle to assess Felicia's condition. “Why don’t we get you to the infirmary and-”

“No-” Felicia croaks, wiping the dripping blood from her bottom lip. “I just wanna finish the mission and go home, Jess, please.”

“Honey, we need to make sure nothing is broken or-”

“Why is everyone babying me! Let’s just finish this shit so I can fucking go!” Felicia speaks up.

“Okay, if- if that’s what you want.” Jessica gives in before driving off to collect the rest of the weaponry.

After everyone was apprehended and the enemies were locked away, Felicia looks up to find Miguel swinging in from the roof. His mask dicipitating as soon as his feet touch the ground not too far from her, already making his way over to her. Jessica follows Felicia’s line of sight, quickly giving Miguel a look of concern, her expression practically screaming “Not now Miguel”. He comes to a halt as he sees Jessica escorting Felicia through a portal, and away from his worried line of sight.

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New York, Earth-192

In her apartment, Jessica assisted Felicia in finding more comfortable clothes. The silence between them was heavy, a palpable tension that had settled since Felicia had walked through the portal into her apartment.

Jessica took a seat on the couch, her concern evident in her expression, and she waited patiently for Felicia to come out of the bathroom to break the silence. After 20 minutes, Felicia still didn't speak, causing Jessica's worry to deepen.

After some time, unable to bear the silence any longer, Jessica quietly made her way to the bathroom. There, she discovered Felicia hunched over the sink, her attire reduced to just pajama bottoms and a bra. A chilling sight met her eyes—Felicia's stomach was marred by bruises. Vivid hues taking shape along her torso like an artist's brushstrokes on a canvas. Jessica's heart sank as she realized the extent of Felicia's injuries. Without a word, she stepped closer, her concern and compassion evident as she gently placed a comforting hand on Felicia's back.

“Hey, Hun. I put some pain pills on the nightstand for you with a glass of water if you need them.” Felicia looks up at Jess, very slightly nodding her head in understanding, still not speaking. Jessica sighs out of remorse, wishing that she could do more for Felicia.

“Okay, well, please call me if you need anything, okay? Anything at all.” Felicia nods her head again, exiting the bathroom to lay down in her own bed. “Feel better, Felicia. Take all the time you need.” Jessica walks out of the bedroom closing the bedroom door behind her.

As soon as Felicia hears the portal door close behind Jessica, she finally lets out breath she’s been holding in. Letting all the frustration and pain out of her system befor moving to crawl into her bed. She intakes a sharp breath, gasping at the pain she felt in her body as she finally situates herself on the mattress, the covers pulled up all the way to her nose, face buried in her pillow.

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Out in the living room of Felicia’s apartment, Miguel walks through the portal door, closing behind him as he takes a cautious step fully into her apartment. Miguel doesn’t hear anything at first, until the sounds of Felicia’s soft sniffles catch his attention. He carefully walks over to the bedroom door, slowly and quietly creaking it open to reveal Felicia’s body, completely covered by all the bed covers. Miguel quietly walks over to Felicia, gently places his hand on her forehead, and slowly turns her head towards him, letting her know that he was there.

Felicia finally looks up, tears streaming down her cheeks. Miguel doesn’t say anything, except look at her with a sad and tired smile on his face. Felicia finally removes her covers, and slowly sits up from her bed as she attempts to crawl to Miguel, crashing into his strong chest. He reciprocates immediately, wrapping his arms around her as he gently places a kiss on her forehead, rubbing her back in small circles to calm her breathing. As soon as Miguel feels that she is calm enough, he gently pulls away from her and sits her back to lay down in the bed. His suit dissolves down to nothing but his boxers as he slowly starts rubbing her arms. As he rubs her up and down in soothing motions, Felicia slowly slides her arms around Miguel’s body as she starts to hug him. She lays her head on his chest as she lets out a long, deep breath she didn’t even know she was holding. After a minute Miguel feels her breathing start to slow down, knowing that she finally fell into a dreamless sleep.

“I’ve got you.” Miguel whispers in Felicia’s hair, before also closing his eyes, soon falling asleep with Felicia in his arms.

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Felicia groaned softly as the sunlight streamed into the room, rousing her from her slumber. She blinked her eyes open, trying to adjust to the brightness, and stretched her limbs lazily. But as she shifted her body, she felt the warmth and weight of another body beside her.

Curiosity piqued, Felicia turned her head slightly and saw Miguel nestled beside her, his features relaxed in peaceful sleep. Her heart skipped a beat as she observed the rise and fall of his chest, a steady rhythm that mirrored the steady beat of her own heart. The sight of him so serene and vulnerable filled her with a mixture of tenderness and regret.

She couldn't help but reflect on the events of the previous day, the heated yelling and accusations that had erupted from her lips. Words had been said, harsh and unforgiving, fueled by frustration and misunderstanding. Reflecting, she realizes that in the heat of the moment, she wasn’t thinking straight at all. Her thoughts were interrupted as she felt Miguel slightly move beside her, only to realize he’s just moving in sleep. As carefully and quietly as she could, she quickly slipped out from under the covers and made her way out of her bedroom to the kitchen.

Her mind starts racing, worried about how she could make it up to him. “Okay, okay, okay, how do I make up for being a totally thoughtless bitch from yesterday? Breakfast right? Ya breakfast, okay.”

As she rummages through the stiil empty cupboards and refrigerator, her eyes scan the shelves for any possible ingredients that could create a decent breakfast. She spots a carton of eggs, a loaf of bread, and a few tomatoes hidden behind the milk. A smile tugs at her lips as she realizes she might be able to whip up something tasty after all.

Grabbing a mixing bowl, she cracks the eggs, one by one, into it. She skillfully beats them with a fork until they are blended smoothly. Felicia had to take occasional breaks as muscles and torso were still aching. Luckily, her relatively new spider-powers are able to heal her fast.

Next, she reaches for the loaf of bread and slices a few thick pieces, placing them on a plate. Her attention then turns to the tomatoes. She washes them carefully under running water before chopping them into small, juicy chunks. With a sprinkle of salt and pepper, she tosses them into a bowl and mixes them gently. Taking a frying pan, she heats it up on the stove, allowing it to warm while she prepares the bread. She takes the slices of bread and inserts them into the toaster oven, setting the timer long enough so it’s crunchy but not burnt.

She pours the eggs into the pan, alongside the tomatoes, keeping a careful eye on watching it cook. As the scent of sizzling eggs and tomatoes filled the air, Felicia stood at the stove, her focused gaze fixed on the pan. Every few seconds, she would gently stir the mixture, ensuring that it cooked evenly. Lost in her own world of culinary perfection, she hummed softly to herself, a melody only known to her.

Unbeknownst to Felicia, Miguel silently tiptoed into the kitchen, his curiosity piqued by the tantalizing aroma that had wafted through the house. He leaned against the wall, watching her intently. His gaze shifted from her graceful movements to the steam rising from the pan. The anticipation of tasting her delicious creation was almost unbearable.

With each stir, Felicia’s face illuminated with satisfaction and a touch of mischief. She was in her element, transforming simple ingredients into a delightful breakfast.

Suddenly, Miguel speaks up, his voice still a little coarse from just waking up. “Good morning, mi vida.”

Felicia jumps from the sudden voice behind her, her dropping what she was previously holding onto the counter, making a loud clanking sound. “Oh jesus, you scared the crap out of me!”

“Someone’s feeling better I take it”, Miguel smirks now making his way towards her.

“Ya just- just sore” she mumbles, still not taking her eyes off of the dishes she was currently washing.

“So are you going to look at me anytime soon or should I worry about being replaced by this very clean plate?” Miguel moves so he leans on the counter next to her. His face leaning down with one eyebrow raised, waiting for Felicia’s response. He puts his hand on top of her and turns her body so she is now facing him, her eyes still cast down as if she was a fifth grader getting sent to the principal's office. He takes her chin and slowly lifts it up to meet her gaze with his. He takes note of how watery her eyes are, and how the large bags from yesterday's events are more noticeable in the light.

“I’m so sorry,” Felcica croaks out. “I know you were just trying to help I was too arrogant and petty to see that and I am so so sorry that I yelled at you too. And not because I was acting to hate you, but because I was so frustrated with myself for letting myself lose, again. And I -” Miguel cuts off her rambling by whispering the smallest, “It’s ok. I know you were just frustrated, baby, I forgive you.”

Felicia blinks in shock. Peter would have never let it go.

“Felcica I’m not mad. I just hated seeing you look so hurt” he rubs his hands down her arms to comfort her of the truth. She lets out a long sigh of relief, finally relaxing letting her self fall into Miguel’s hard chest wrapping her arms around his torso.

“I made breakfast, if you want any.” She mumbles into his chest.

“Breakfast sounds good, mi vida” he smiles as he says the nickname.

“Good! Wanna grab some forks while I set the table?” Her mood immediately turns chipper as she limps over to the small dining table with the two plates of eggs in hand. Miguel soon joins her, handing her a small fork and watches as she immediately starts to inhale her food. Miguel softly chuckles at the notion, watching as she finishes the last remaining bites and downing it with a glass of juice.

“So what are your plans for the rest of the day?” Miguel asks her. Felicia takes her last swallow of food before replying, “Well it is my day off actually, and I really don’t want to do anything excessive with all of these bruises, unfortunately. So I guess I’m just staying here.”

“Okay then, me too.” He smiles widely, watching Felicia’s face contort with confusion.

“So you're gonna- you’re gonna stay here. With me?” Miguel only nods in reply. Felicia’s face suddenly blooms a wide smile in realization. “Since when does the big boss man ever take a day off?” She teases.

“Well, I need to make sure my girl is well taken care of.” He teases back. Miguel suddenly stands up from his seat, his hand extended for Felicia to take. She does in a heartbeat, and holding onto his hands he starts to lead her towards the bedroom.

“Where are you taking me?” She teasingly smirks as she willingly follows him back into her bedroom.

"Taking care of mi vida, mi bonita," Miguel said, his voice filled with tenderness. Without another word, he suddenly picked her up by the hips, flipping her gently onto the couch. She relaxed into her newfound comfort. Miguel grabbed a cozy blanket and draped it over her, making sure she was snug and warm. He then reached for the TV remote and turned it on.

Flipping through the channels, he searched for something that would entertain both of them. Finally, he landed on a comedy and settled on the floor next to the couch, leaning against it. As he looked up at her, a contented smile played on his lips. She smiled back, and together, they settled in to enjoy the movie. The room was filled with the soothing sounds of laughter as they shared this quiet, precious moment.

Chapter 11

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illfoandillfie · 2 years

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Underground

Pairing: Ben Hardy x Reader

Words: 769

Warnings: Ben is poor tired baby, meet cute.

A/N: Wrote this in a frenzy by hand when the internet was out. I think someone requested a Ben meet cute on a train one of the last times I took prompts and I guess I was thinking about it again and wrote this lmao. Also, please do not tell me if the train stations I chose make so sense I live in Australia, I’ve never been to the UK, I had to google a London Underground map and hope for the best.

You had no idea what to do. As far as you were aware there wasn’t really a guide for how to handle someone using you as a pillow in public. And a stranger at that. You’d done the normal thing when he’d approached the seat beside you. Avoided eye contact, focused entirely on your phone. Well, maybe not entirely. You had snuck a small glance at him, subtly of course. But you were single! No one could blame you for checking out a random guy on the train. You knew people who’d met on public transport and ended up married, as unlikely as it sounded. What if he ended up regularly getting the same train? Maybe it could turn into a thing like it did in movies. And he had been very handsome from the quick glimpse you got, if a little tired looking. You wouldn’t have minded any sort of a thing happening with him. Except then the handsome stranger had nodded off, right on your shoulder. What the fuck were you meant to do with that?

After a few panicked beats where you hoped he’d catch himself and sit up and you could pretend it had never happened, you glanced around for some help but your fellow passengers were doing an admiringly good job at pretending not to be looking. They were all probably just relieved it wasn’t happening to them. You tried giving the poor man a nudge, shifting your shoulder under his weight, anything to dislodge him if not wake him. But, either he was too asleep or you weren’t forceful enough because it did nothing. Surreptitiously poking his thigh didn’t work, nor did you have any success when you tried clearing your throat. But that was about all you could think to do without making a scene and making a scene was the last thing you wanted. Truth be told, you also felt a little bad for him. He must have been quite exhausted to fall asleep like that. So, partly out of kindness and partly out of sheer awkwardness, you resigned yourself to your fate and let him sleep, just hoping he’d wake before the train got to your stop. You didn’t really know what you’d do if he didn’t.

He was out for longer than you’d have liked but thankfully not so long you had to face the quandy of getting off the train. He woke with a start at a particularly forceful jolt of the train and for a moment you both just blinked at each other.

“Sorry,” he finally said, still seeming a little groggy. As his wits came back to him you could see the realisation of where he was and what had happened dawn on him. “Oh fuck, I’m so sorry.”

“No, it’s alright,” you said blushing. It was an awkward conversation anyway, your instincts telling you to pretend it had never happened. And now you could properly see him you were seeing just how pretty he was.

“I swear I don’t make a habit of falling asleep on strangers.” He made an attempt at a laugh and you tried to reciprocate but everything was so bizarre and awkward.

“Uh, long day then?” You didn’t know how to get out of the situation without a polite conversation.

“Yeah, just a bit. Wait.” he peered around, “Where are we?”

“Ummm, I think we just left Park Royal.”

“Fuck,” he sighed.”

“Where were you meant to get off?”

“South Kensington.”

You cringed when you realised how far he’d gone past his stop.

“Oh well,” he was blushing too by then and rubbed the back of his neck, “guess I’ll just have to get off next and head back.”

He had a solution. He didn’t need any help from you. And yet you couldn’t stop yourself from saying, “I’m getting off at the next stop. I was going to grab some tea on my way home. You could join me if you wanted. I mean, unless you have to get back to Kensington urgently.”

He considered you for a moment but as the conductor announced the next station he seemed to make up his mind, “That sounds great actually. I’m honestly starving.”

You tried to hide your laugh as you stood up, making your way to the door, able to feel him following you.

Both of you joined the throng leaving the carriage, stepping out onto the platform.

“I’m Y/N by the way.” you said as you walked along the platform, still a little in disbelief about your commute.

“Ben,” he said, holding out his hand and flashing you a smile.

#my writing #my blurbs #ben hardy x reader #ben hardy imagine #q

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borhapparker · 1 year

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borhapparker's 1k follower celebration!

we reached 1k followers! this was overdue, as it's been a few weeks since i reached this milestone but thank you to everyone that's joined my little corner of tumblr (: and to the couple friends i've made along the way, you guys are amazing and ily ! all characters elegible for the celebration are on the banner ! (all pedro pascal characters, ben hardy, gwilym lee, sebastian stan, andrew garfield and tom holland)

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💋 - love letter - send a prompt for a drabble on characters i write for

✨ - muse - describe yourself or one of your favorite characters in detail and i’ll make you a moodboard! additionally, i can also make you a moodboard for one of your fics

🎸 - mixtape - describe yourself + tell me your favorite music and i’ll make you a mini-playlist (for mutuals it comes with a graphic)

❤️‍🔥 - matchmaker - describe yourself / i’ll stalk your blog for ~vibes~ and i’ll match you with a character that you remind me of

🥂 - happy hour! - send me anything under the sun, your likes, dislikes, unpopular opinions, fmk, anything!

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#ambs 1k follower celebration #1k followers #tom holland #ben hardy #sebastian stan #gwilym lee #andrew garfield #pedro pascal #writing #asks #music #moodboards #fics #blurbs

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roadtogracelandx45 · 2 years

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Prompt List updated March 27th

I am starting with 70 for now, I may add or change them going forward. but for now these were the ones i had in my notebook. i got all of them off of Pinterest. Some already have names by them but go ahead and request them again if you like the prompt and I can redo them.

Fandoms I write for:

Top Gun Maverick: All

Elvis: Elvis

One Chicago: Kelly Severide, Jay Halstead, Will Halstead, Connor Rhodes, Adam Ruzek

Avengers: Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Bucky Barnes, Natasha, Clint Barton, Peter Parker

Triple Frontier: Will Miller and Benny Miller

Four Brothers: Bobby Mercer, Jack Mercer

Sons of Anarchy: Jax Teller, Opie Winston, Juice Ortiz, David Hale,

Fast and Furious: Dom Toretto, Roman Peirce, Brian O'Conner, Letty Ortiz

Band of Brothers: Wild Bill, Babe, Malarkey, Nixon, Winters, Joe Toye

Twilight: All of the Cullens, Jacob Black and Bella Swan

Harry Potter: All

WWE/TNA/AEW/ ROH : Seth Rollins, Roman Reigns, Dean Ambrose, Stephanie McMahon, Triple H, Shawn Michaels, Chris Jericho, CM Punk, The Young Bucks, Adam Cole, Bobby Fish, Kyle O'Reilly, Roderick Strong, Chris Sabin, Alex Shelley, Randy Orton, Edge, Christian Cage, Matt Hardy, Jeff Hardy, Hurricane Helms. Mr. Kennedy

Supernatural- Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Cas

The West Wing: Josh Lyman, Sam Seaborn

Game of Thrones: Robb Stark, Jon Snow, and Sansa Stark

Lord of the Rings/ The Hobbit: Thorin, Fili, Kili, Bilbo, Legolas, Aragon.

Black Sails: Billy Bones, James Flint, Eleanor, Charles Vane, Anne Bonney, John Silver

Law and Order SVU: All

Hawaii Five-0: All

SWAT: All

Yellowstone: Kayce Dutton, Rip Wheeler, Beth Dutton, Jamie Dutton.

Crash- Kenny

Southland- John Cooper, Ben Sherman

Gotham- Jim Gordon

White Collar- Matthew Keller

The Mighty Ducks- All

The Outsiders- All

Masters of the Air- all

Newsies- Jack Kelly, Davey, Spot Colin, Mush, Kid Blink

*****

01 “Oh you think I am cute when I am angry? Well get ready because I am about to be gorgeous.”

02. “I can’t lose you again. Can’t you see that? I am not strong enough.”

03. “Marry me’

04. “I’m not jealous.”

05. “Kiss my ass.”

06. “Were you ever gonna tell me?”

07. “Excuse you?”

08. “This is all your fault.”

09. “It’s not fair.”

10. “Game Over, you lose.”

11. “Is she always this obnoxious?” “Oh, she is just getting warmed up.”

12. “We don’t need to control them. We need to unleash them.”

13. “It should have never come to this.”

14. “I’m not a lot of people’s favorite person.”

15. “I shouldn’t have wasted 3 years on someone when Russia could have sent me a good bottle of vodka.”

16. “Can we have this conversation when you aren’t upset?”

17. “Come over here and make me, why don’t ya?”

18. “I am tired of being your secret.”

19. “Mess with them, you mess with me.”

20. “I don’t want to sleep alone tonight.”

21. “ I am coming to get you. Stay there.”

22. “Are you safe?” “I, I don’t know.”

23. “This is why I don’t let myself fall in love.”

24. “You are my regret.”

25. “You have to make a choice.”

26. “Put the knife down.”

27. “Jokes on them.”

28. “The way you flirt is shameless.”

29. “With all due respect, I’m going to ignore everything you just said.”

30. “It’s me! It’s me baby! Calm down.”

31. “Have you lost your damn mind?”

32. “Hey, I am here with you. Okay? Always.”

33. “Hold me back.”

34. “You aren’t a bad guy.”

35. “You know we are meant to be.”

36. “Mine.”

37. “Seriously, you are a manchild.”

38. “I get it alright! I fucked up!”

39. “She’s dead! I killed her!”

40. “You smell nice.”

41. “I think I am pregnant.”/ “I am pregnant, not helpless. Stop worrying so much.”

42. “So what if I am jealous? Its not gonna change anything.”

43. “You owe me.”

44. “Be careful.” “I always am.”

45. “Take my jacket, it's cold outside.”

46. “I am not some toy you can play with.”

47. “Just play long. Please.’

48. “I did something terrible.’

49. “Don’t hurt the hair on their head.’

50. “I got your back.”

51. "I told you not to get too close to me."

52. "How long?' "Since the beginning."

53. "Touch her and you're dead."

54. "Baby, we are the law."

55. "Baby, don't make me spell it out. You know I want you."

56. "I will always choose you."

57. "What happened? I told you to stay by my side!"

58. "Don't you dare!"

59. "Well what can I say? I am a badass."

60. "Excuse me, I have to go and make a scene."

61. "Before this happens, I need you to know that I have always loved you." 1

62. "No panties, baby girl?" 1

63. "Well you are coming home with me whether you like it or not."

64. "That looks hard. Let's switch."

65. "Saddle up doll."

66. "Like what you see?"

67. "Don't pretend to be innocent."

68. "You're mine. And I don't share."

69. "Welcome back, now fucking help me."

70. "Don't be an asshole, asshole."

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edaworks · 2 years

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Inktober (Falloutober) day 2

I promise I didn’t forget it’s Inktober! I understand that one of today’s prompts for those of us doing Falloutober variants (I’m too lazy to look any of the lists up so I’m cribbing the prompt off @twosides--samecoin 😂) was Blossoms. Please welcome Duncan MacCready and my LW Ben Jamison being very silly for today’s prompt (er, yesterday’s now).

I know y’all are used to seeing yucca as environmental foliage/a consumable item in FNV, but fun fact: in the US yucca isn’t confined to the Southwest - we have plenty on the East Coast as well, including in the DMV, and it is very hardy! So, I choose to believe it’s available in the FO3/FO76 map areas. Adam’s Needle is the yucca species that grows here, and several parts of the plant (aside from the very toxic stems) are edible including the flowers, fruit and roots - as these doofs are currently demonstrating.

#Inktober #inktober2022 #falloutober #falloutober2022 #duncan maccready #ben jamison #benjamin jamison #lone wanderer #fallout #fallout 3 #fallout 4 #oneifbyland #lettersfromhome #yucca blossom #edible wild plants #tastes like artichoke #also great deep fried #om nom nom #eda draws

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mitchbeck · 7 months

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INGHAM LEADS SWAMP RABBITS TO BIG WIN

Ingham stops all but one to lead four multi-point scorers against RushBy: Mark Binetti, Greenville Swamp RabbitsGREENVILLE, S.C. – Jake Stevens, Ben Freeman, Anthony Beauchamp (G, Ast each), and Tanner Eberle (2ast) helped build an early lead for the Greenville Swamp Rabbits, but Jacob Ingham maintained the separation with 34 saves on 35 shots to beat the Rapid City Rush 5-1 on Thursday night. The Swamp Rabbits came out guns blazing in the first period, carrying a 3-0 lead into the dressing room. Anthony Beauchamp started the scoring entries with a slick backhander from the right side that squeaked by Rush goalie Matt Radomsky, giving the Swamp Rabbits a 1-0 lead at 5:48 of the first (Tanner Eberle had the lone assist). Moments later, Austin Saint notched his second professional goal in the last three games, firing home an east-west pass from below the goal line from JD Greenway to double the Swamp Rabbits lead to 2-0 with 9:14 left in the first (Greenway and Jake Stevens assisted). Swamp Rabbits Captain Ben Freeman ended the first-period scoring run with a point-blank redirect of a Joe Leahy pass, roofing it over Radomsky and tripling the Swamp Rabbits advantage to 3-0 with 3:17 left in the opening frame (Leahy and Eberle assisted). Jacob Ingham, net-minder of the Swamp Rabbits, stopped all 12 Rush shots he saw on the net in the first 20 minutes. Two more goal scorers added their names to the ledger in the second frame, beginning with Jake Stevens. At 7:05 of the second period, Stevens came in off the blue line and fired the puck off of Radomsky, but then it bounced off of a defender and trickled over the line, giving the Swamp Rabbits a 4-0 lead. Brannon McManus took a page out of his Captain’s book and redirected an Anthony Beauchamp pass from the top of the crease to blow open the Greenville advantage to 5-0 with 8:28 left in the frame (Beauchamp and Josh McKechney assisted). The fifth gal prompted the removal of Radomsky from the Rush net, which Jason Pawloski manned for the remainder of the game. Ingham stood tall again, denying another nine shots for 21 saves through 40 minutes. The Swamp Rabbits desperately held on to try and help Ingham get the shutout he deserved, but the Rush thwarted it in the final minute. With 55.4 seconds left in the game, Blake Bennett rifled the puck past Ingham on a one-timer to get Rapid City on the board, bringing the final score to 5-1 (James Hardie had the lone assist). Jacob Ingham was sensational in net, stopping all but one of 35 shots from the Rush (13-6-1-0). The Swamp Rabbits continue their three-game series against the Rapid City Rush this weekend, with game two set for Saturday, February 24th. The second game, slated for 7:05 p.m. at Bon Secours Wellness Arena, is “Military Appreciation Night,” presented by Budweiser, featuring a specialty jersey and a postgame auction.About the Greenville Swamp Rabbits … Acquired by Spire Sports + Entertainment (SS+E) in 2020, the Greenville Swamp Rabbits hockey team has provided family-friendly, live entertainment at Bon Secours Wellness Arena since 2010. Formerly the Greenville Road Warriors, the Swamp Rabbits are the highest-level professional minor league franchise in South Carolina. The Swamp Rabbits are the proud ECHL affiliate of the NHL's L.A. Kings and the AHL's Ontario Reign. Greenville is an ECHL Premier ‘ A.A.’ Hockey League member.GREENVILLE SWAMP RABBITS HOWLINGS Read the full article

#BonSecoursWellnessArena #ECHL #GreenvilleSwampRabbits #OntarioReign

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popsbridgerton · 4 years

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Ben Hardy Requests

Found these prompts and would love if you have any requests including them. Please spam me.

#ben hardy #ben hardy x reader #ben hardy fanfic #ben hardy prompts #promts list #requests #ben hardy requests

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blueeyedheizer · 3 years

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Hi! Could you please do 41 and 20 with Warren?

#20 "Don’t go. Please. I can’t lose you.”

#41 "I haven’t seen her/him smile like that in ages"

this one was a challenge :') I struggled to find a way to make these two prompts work together

"Care to tell me what kind of spell you threw on our bird boy over here?"

You look away from the screen to look at your friend, giving her a strange look. You were currently having a movie night with your closest friends to celebrate the end of the school year.

"What do you mean?" you whisper back.

"I haven't seen him smile like that in ages. It's like he's a completely different person now." You chuckle softly, focusing your attention back on the movie.

"I didn't do anything."

"Aw don't lie to me!" she exclaims quietly, nudging your arm. "What is it? Are you two official now?"

You remain silent, unable to stop a smile from forming on your face which gives your friend the silent yet clear confirmation she needed. Alice squeals in excitement and you shush her, hitting her arm playfully.

30 minutes later the movie ends and everyone goes back to their respective dorm. You, on the other hand, join Warren in his dorm, something you've been secretly doing for about a month now.

Three hours later, the clock reads 3:35am and you're still wide awake. Warren is sleeping soundly next to you, but for some reason your brain won't shut off and your eyes won't close. You eventually get up to get yourself a glass of water and stay in the kitchen for a little while, hoping that sleep would come faster if your stayed awake.

You were about to get up when you were startled by what sounded like a sob coming from Warren's dorm. You approached the room quietly, your heart breaking when you realized Warren was having a nightmare. It wasn't frequent for him to dream at night, but when he did, it was never good.

You sit on his side of the bed, placing a hand on his cheek.

"Angel." you try, stroking his skin with your thumb.

"Don't go. Please, I can't loose you." you hear him say. He was mumbling, but his voice was loud enough for you to be able to make up every word.

"Warren, wake up." you try again and he finally opens his eyes, panting softy.

"Hey," you coo, leaning down to kiss his forehead. "It's okay, I'm right here."

"I thought— I thought you—" he stutters. Immediately, you understand that he was having this recurrent nightmare where you leave him after finding out he worked for Apocalypse. You pull him to you, holding him as he cries.

"I'm not going anywhere, angel. I promise."

#blueeyedheizer prompts #ben hardy x reader #ben hardy imagine #warren worthington iii x reader #warren worthington iii imagine #warren worthington x reader

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yournotsolocalcryptid · 3 years

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Hiya! Please could you do 15, 21, 53 from your prompt list for four/Billy? Thank you 💙

There were a few things I could’ve done with this and trust me when I say I explored them all to some extent. I hope you like what I landed on! oh and sorry it's taken so long *cringes*

Prompt list: 55 dialogue prompts

Prompt(s): 15. “I know you” “oh baby and I know you”, 21. “Did you just moan?”, 53. “Stop looking at me like that” “like what?” “Like you’ve seen me naked”

Pairing(s): Four/Billy x afab!Reader

Warnings: Swearing, flirty four?, light smut & implied smut so 18+, poor writing skills, barely edited or proofread so I apologize in advance for any mistakes.

Word Count: 1.3k

About 3 weeks ago a tall attractive man who called himself “One” had shown up at your apartment with a proposal of sorts. He had asked you to fake your death and join his vigilante squad or whatever he had called it. You were hesitant to join and who wouldn’t be? But in the end, you agreed. The man - One - had told you that you would now be known as 8 and that your life as YN YLN was over. A few days later he had helped you fake your death and after that, the two of you watched your funeral from a safe distance. The funeral was a week and a half ago, and One had yet to introduce you to your new team members. He had stashed you in a decent hotel room which he paid for in cash and told you that he’d be back for you in a few days after they finished the short easy recon mission the rest of them were in the middle of.

You were getting restless stuck in the hotel room and the cash one had left you to pay for the room and food was running out. You estimated that if you only bought the cheapest things on the room service menu you could stay for two more nights.

The next day there was a knock at the door. You grabbed the knife from the nightstand just in case and peeked through the peephole. You saw a man you hadn’t seen before standing there and you started to panic. The man knocked again and You stepped back from the door a few steps and held your knife at the ready. You heard a muffled woman’s voice and the man responded but you couldn’t make out what either of them had said, just that his companion was definitely a woman and that they both had accents. The man knocked again and then more muffled voices. You estimated approximately 3-4 people outside your door.

Your eyes flicked around the room looking for escape routes or possible weapons.

Then you heard the man say loudly and clearly “We know you’re there. Open up”

When you still didn’t respond he said “oh fuck this” and shot the locking mechanism on the door which he then shoved open. As he entered the room you lunged, caught him off guard as hoped and within moments you had him on the ground with your knife at his throat and his gun pointed at the others.

“Woah-ly crap” one appeared in the doorway his eyes surveying the scene. “Three I told you not to bring a gun. Even two left hers behind”

Three started to say something but One cut him off “8 would you drop the gun, put the knife away and get off him please?”

You slowly handed the gun to One and took the knife off the man you now knew as Three’s throat. Before you could stand on your own a hand appeared in front of you. You paused for a moment but then took it mumbling a soft “thank you”. Once you were up you looked at the man attached to the hand.

“I know you” you said

“oh baby and I know you” he replied with a deep British accent.

“How-” three started still on the floor but once again, One cut him off.

“Eight, this is Three, Four and Two. the rest are already back at home base” he pointed at each of them in turn but your eyes were glued to the man who had helped you up. Your hand still in his. “Everybody meet Eight.”

With that, you snapped out of whatever trance you were in and greeted Two while One helped Three off the floor then, you greeted Three and apologized for the knife to his throat thing which he just laughed off.

“Eight, grab your things and we’ll be on our way.” said One. You just nodded in response and went to get your things. Three, Two and One all went downstairs but Four stayed behind to help you with your bags even tho you assured him you could handle it.

Once all of you returned to headquarters and you had met Five and Seven, One showed you where you’d be staying and left you to get settled. You didn't have a lot of space but it was enough and you started unpacking a few things. As you set a small stack of books on the shelf on the wall you heard a soft knock.

“Come in” you said grabbing more things for the shelf

You turned around to find Four staring at you

“Stop looking at me like that” you said placing the objects next to the books and turning back to your bag sitting on your bed.

“like what?”

“Like you’ve seen me naked”

“But I have seen you naked, love” he said coming up being you. His arms wrapping around you and you had to bite back a moan as his lips barely grazed over the sweet spot on your neck. Never had you been so turned on by so little.

“Billy?” You whispered

“Yeah, love?” He asked his lips still grazing Over that spot as he spoke.

“What are you doing?”

“Well I’m trying to get a repeat of the last time we were alone with a bed” you could feel his hard-on behind you “but if you’d rather not” he backed away and you almost groaned at the loss of contact “I’ll just be on my way”

And with that, he left and you stopped unpacking to take a cold shower in your attached bathroom.

A few days later you were sparring with Four by request of one. Five and Two were sparring not far from you. Four may not be the best and hand-to-hand combat but the boy had some moves. You lost your balance ever so slightly for a moment and he took the opportunity to take you down. He had your arms pinned on either side of your head and you let out a small involuntary moan.

“Did you just moan?” He asked cockily yet quietly so the women grabbing their things to leave wouldn��t hear

You flipped him over so you were straddling his waist and his hands were pinned. This action caused some friction in your pelvic regions and this time he let out a moan. Luckily for the two of you, the door had just swung shut behind Two and Five as they left because he moaned much louder than you had.

“Did you?”

A second later his lips were on yours in a hungry heated kiss and while your tongues battled for dominance, He made no move to flip you back over. His hands started wandering your body and yours found the hem of his shirt which you pulled at hoping he’d get the hint, which he did. He sat up with you still straddling him and pulled his shirt off. The second it was off his lips reconnected with yours in a bruising kiss. His hands groped at your ass, kneading the flesh in his palms as you ground your hips into his. You moaned needily into his mouth at the friction of his hard cock against your aching pussy. You repeated the last swivel of your hips and he groaned out a loud “fuck”.

The sound of the gym door closing made you both look around to find One getting ready for his workout. After a moment of you two staring he turns and says “Oh don't mind me.” then with a wave of his hand “by all means continue”

You turned your head back to Four “race you to my room?” and with a cheeky grin off you ran with Billy at your heels.

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jimercury-and-me · 3 years

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Hello Everyone,

Since you may have read my bio, you can see that I desire to write some pieces of fiction about the group Queen (and even the Bohemian Rhapsody cast) centering around Age Regression and Autism.

For those of you that do not know, Age Regression is a coping mechanism (Totally SFW and it’s NOT A K*NK) where the person’s brain truly reverts to a much younger emotional and mental state, it can come from traumas, mental disabilities or stress: for example, I am 20years old and do Age Regress to cope with a lot of traumas and also to cope with overwhelming situations since I am autistic, well, once I regress my brain reverts to 3years old. I have to constantly have my caregiver with me, in this case, my fiancé which is a social worker. I know that a lot of Age Regressors likes to read fictions about people they like as regressors, to feel more connected, that’s why I decided to writes fiction centering around it.

Every piece of fiction will be an Alternative Universe so please, note that I am not saying that one of them is an Age Regressor or Autistic, it is just to write about topics I don’t see a lot on other website.

Every fiction will be SFW, so you can be at ease while being on my blog. I will gladly take prompts but please do not send:

-K*nk (ex: NonCon, D*LG, A*DL and variants).

-Abuse/Abusif or Toxic Relationship.

-Cheating.

-Substance Abuse (ex: Alcohol, drugs —>It can be mentioned but I will not go into details).

-S*lf-H*rm.

-Ableism (—>Again, it can be mentioned but I will not go into details).

-Homophobia/Transphobia (—>Can be mentioned).

-Racism (—>Can be mentioned).

If you still send a prompt with something like this in it, you will get blocked so please take my wish into consideration, I do not want to be triggered or trigger someone.

For fictions having a triggering topics mentioned, do not worry, I’ll tag it with its TW and I will not go into details with it.

Since this is a secondary blog, my main blog will be the one interacting with comments and followers so don’t be surprised if you see: @puppy-boxjuice (It is my AgeRegression blog, I use it while regressed).

I truly hope you’ll like what I’ll write and also be curious to send me prompts ! Have a fun experience on my blog!~ 🔆

#Queen #Freddie Mercury #Jim Hutton #Roger Taylor #John Deacon #Brian May #Rami Malek #Gwilym Lee #Ben Hardy #Joe Mazzello #Prompts #Writing #Writer #Trans Author #Headcannons #jimercury

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acdeaky · 4 years

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hi all! it’s that time of year again and i thought it would be fun to create a christmas/winter/december writing challenge to end the year in a fun way (as we definitely need something to look forward to as we end this year). i’ve never done anything like this before, but i hope you all like this idea and want to get involved, too!

let’s get the ‘rules’ out of the way...

these prompts can be used in anyway you like, whether that’s fluff, angst or something more ✨spicy✨, you’re not limited to how you wish to interpret these prompts: let your imagination run wild!

you can either write a blurb or a whole length fic for these prompts (only if you have the time. writing 24 full length fics in about 7/8 weeks is a lot!) and the protanganist can be whoever you like, whether it’s a character or real life person

please post warnings and/or ratings for your work! this just helps others know the content of your writing before they read so they know it’s safe for them personally and as a minor/or 18+

i would recommend using the tag #acdeaky’sdecemberwritingchallenge and/or creating a masterlist with your completed works. i’d love to be able to look through the tag and see your writings/look at a masterlist during/after the challenge is over

without further ado, here are the prompts!

day 1 - building a fort

day 2 - cozy night in

day 3 - snow day

day 4 - christmas shopping

day 5 - winter weekend away

day 6 - christmas tree farm

day 7 - making a gingerbread house

day 8 - decorating for christmas

day 9 - baking a pie

day 10 - making hot chocolate

day 11 - reading by the fire

day 12 - christmas film night

day 13 - a day while snowed in

day 14 - visiting a winter market

day 15 - drawing a hot bath

day 16 - spontaneous night out

day 17 - a walk in the snow

day 18 - dancing to christmas music

day 19 - christmas baking

day 20 - wrapping presents

day 21 - date night

day 22 - meal with friends

day 23 - gift exchange

day 24 - christmas morning

those who may want to participate/signal boost:

@teenagepeterpan @warriorteam1924 @spacedustmazzello @writingfortoomanyfandoms @blushmis @deakysgurl @mrpascals @tiffdawg @cthruthestars @almightygwil @forever-rogue @dindjarindiaries @aerynwrites @starryeyedstories @holbrook-boyd @pajamasecrets @vanthcobb @onceuponadetectivedemigod @crocodileniall @gryffindorwriter @caryled @goldhoran @killerqueenmachine @ohholyfanfics @siempre-pedro @versdan @boomerangbassist @noroger @someone-get-a-medic @mamaskillerqueen @ijustreallylovezebras @meddowsmoon @queenscoolcat @patmvrray @drtimmurphy @sohoneyspreadyourwings @1001-yellow-daffodils @painkiller80 @scarecrowmax @seesiderendezvous @alright-mrfahrenheit @laedymoon @painandpleasure86 @bhxrdy

#acdeaky’s december writing challenge #writing challenge #prompts #joe mazzello x reader #ben hardy x reader #gwilym lee x reader #pedro pascal x reader #taron egerton x reader #diego hargreeves x reader

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illfoandillfie · 3 years

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I’d love a platonically blurb ab them applying to foster/adopt kids 🥺

i love you for this request but also it made me very soft and emo and how dare you

It ended up being a little less about them actually applying and more just them deciding they wanted to adopt or foster and discussing their options because i can't read but perhaps i could do an actual fic later about the process involved and them meeting their kid and stuff?? idk...dad ben makes me 🥺🥺🥺

Anyway, here's the second last blurb in my Platonically event!

Words: 1,683

Warnings: Nothing much really, discussions about children including pregnancy, adoption and fostering, a little mention of sex but nothing explicit.

“I wanna be a dad.” You weren’t surprised to hear Ben say it. You’d seen the signs. There was the way he’d befriended and doted on the adorable toddler who’d played his daughter on a TV project. Every day he’d come home and his face would light up as he talked about her – how she babbled little kid nonsense at him all day and how they’d played silly games sitting on the floor of the set while the cameras were set up around them. You’d almost expected him to bring up the possibility of having kids then but he’d surprised you and not mentioned it. You could tell he was thinking about it though which made you think about it too. It made sense to at least discuss it and see where you both stood now that you’d been in the QPR for a while and knew that it worked and that you made a good team. You asked about it one night while you were washing the dishes and Ben was drying them. “Do you ever think about kids? Like having one?” “Yeah, sometimes,” he said, bumping your shoulder gently with his, but the conversation didn’t go any further than that.

It wasn’t until about three months later that you heard him say it. It took one of his mates having a baby with his wife for Ben to bring it up. You’d gone over a couple of weeks after they left the hospital, gifts in hand (a cute little spotty onesie and soft toy elephant that he hopefully wouldn't grow out of as quickly as he would his clothes). It was a lovely afternoon, catching up with the new parents and meeting brand new baby Bertie who just stared at everyone who cooed over him. You each had a turn holding Bertie too, marvelling at how anything could have such tiny hands and such big brown eyes. Ben happened to be handed the bundle of blankets that Bertie was swaddled in as the baby began to fall asleep. He didn’t mind though. When the new father asked if he should take Bertie and put him in his crib Ben waved him off. He said he didn’t mind sitting there a little longer to make sure Bertie really had dropped off. The parents didn’t argue, a little relieved that they were able to take a break and just relax. Both of them excused themselves for a moment to get some more food and use the bathroom which left you and Ben and the sleeping Bertie alone together. Quietly you stepped towards the armchair Ben was in, sitting on the arm so you could run your fingers through his hair. “I wanna be a dad.” Ben glanced up at you as he said it, and you could see how much he meant it. “Let’s talk about it tonight,” you reached out to stroke Bertie’s pudgy cheek as Ben lent his head against your side, his attention turning back to the baby.

Neither of you mentioned it on the drive home. In fact you both specifically avoided mentioning it, though not from fear of what might be said but rather just wanting to make sure you had adequate time to go over it without rushing. Once you were inside, shoes kicked off and the kettle on, you opened the discussion. “So....a baby?” Ben nodded, as he settled into the couch, body angled towards you, “I’ve been thinking about it for a bit, it’s not just because of this afternoon but that did help. I really want kids and I think I’m at a place where I feel ready to. Is that...is that okay?” “It’s wonderful Ben. Honestly, I’ve kinda been waiting for this conversation for a while. I’ve seen you interact with kids and I knew it wouldn’t be long before you wanted your own.” He laughed and inclined his head in amused agreement, “So does that mean you like the idea?” “Yeah I do.” “Really? Just that I know you weren’t really sure about it when we first decided to be partners.” “I might not’ve been then, but I am now.” “What changed?” “Well...you, obviously.” “Me?” He seemed surprised. “Look, before we got together I couldn’t imagine being in a relationship that didn’t make me feel at least a little uncomfortable. I figured I’d be single forever and I was okay with that. I’d considered just having a kid on my own – sperm donor or whatever – but that seemed like a really hard thing to do and I wasn’t sure I’d ever want it bad enough to do that. But then you showed me that it was possible to be in a partnership that felt good and, I don’t know, I started thinking about the possibility of having a family with you, and the more I thought about it the more I liked the idea.” Ben smiled as if he was trying not to look as pleased with your answer as he felt, “So we’re doing this then? For real?” “Yeah I think so. Weird.” “Bit weird.” There was a pause as you both just sat with the knowledge that you were planning a future together, that you both wanted to go ahead with it. You never would have guessed you’d get to that point with anyone.

Ben was the one to break the moment, “How would you want to...I mean how should we...How do you feel about being pregnant?” You bit your lip in thought, “I’m not sure. Honestly, it still kinda freaks me out.” “That’s understandable.” “I mean, if it was a dealbreaker for you then I would. I’m not entirely against the idea of carrying our baby and it would mean we’d get to do the fun part of making it.” “We do the fun part a lot as is,” Ben laughed, “But it’s actually something I thought about a lot.” “The fun part? That doesn’t surprise me.” “No, the you being preggers part,” he said exasperatedly, “I knew you weren’t super keen on the whole thing so I got thinking about whether or not it really mattered to me and I don’t think it does. I think I could be just as happy with a kid that came from someone else. And,” he paused as if giving you time to prepare for what he was about to say, “I might have looked into our options for adopting or fostering.” “You did?” “Mmhmm. It’s kinda complicated so we shouldn’t rush into anything and we should probably contact some agencies to ask questions and stuff.” “How complicated are we talking?” “Well, basically, if we want to adopt I think we have to put our names down with an agency and then there’s an interview process and if they think we’re suitable candidates then they’ll put our names in the system and find us a kid. And I guess it depends on the age bracket you’re looking for. I think if we wanted a newborn we’d be more likely to get one through adoption but it might still take a while whereas older kids are a little easier to find, so that’s something we need to consider.” “What about fostering?” “It sounds even more complicated. Like adoption you put your name down and go through an evaluation process but then there’s a few different options. There’s short term fostering where we’d look after kids for a couple of weeks or months while plans for their futures are finalised. Then there’s long term fostering which is usually for kids who can’t go back home but don’t want to be adopted out of their birth families and they mostly stay with you until they’re adults. Emergency fostering is another option which is a few nights or weeks at most but it’s for kids who need to be moved quickly and you don’t always get a lot of warning about them coming to you. And like, there’s possibilities to end up adopting the kid or kids you foster depending on what they want and how it goes.” You puffed your cheeks up with air and slowly blew it out, head swimming with the sudden influx of information, “That does sound complicated.” “Yeah. We’ll really have to consider out options and decide what sort of family we want to have. I think reading about adoption and fostering made me want to do it more though. Cause like...” he paused as he tried to find the right words, “These kids are out there without good homes and I really believe we could give them that.” You noted Ben was getting a little misty eyed, blinking more rapidly to hold back the emotion, so you tried to make him laugh by nudging him and calling him a sap. But you loved seeing how much he cared. It worked a little as he chuckled softly and shrugged, “Look, either way – adopting or fostering – it's probably not going to be easy. There’s challenges involved in fostering for sure – kids with trauma we won’t be able to understand, kids who are grieving the loss of their birth families or who’ve had bad experiences with other foster carers and who struggle to trust anyone. And the kids who are up for adoption might not have the same problems, especially if they’re younger but, I don’t know, I think finding out you were put up for adoption would leave its own scars. Issues with abandonment and things like that. So I think we have to be really, really sure before we put our names down anywhere. But I also think we could properly help someone doing it, maybe more than one someone. So, if you’re up for it then so am I.” “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” “What are you thinking?” More pros and cons lists?” You both

laughed at that but Ben grabbed your arm, encouraging you to leave your seat and sit on his lap instead. He wrapped his arms around your waist and tilted his head up for a kiss which you gladly gave. “I’m really happy we’re talking about this,” He almost whispered, squeezing you a little tighter. “Me too. I guess we should start by going through all our options and seeing which ones would suit us best.” "I've got some websites bookmarked and a few documents downloaded so why don't I go get my laptop and you make us a drink and we'll start working through it, okay?" "Okay,"

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