#ben hardy x reader fluff

[michelle-is-writing]

Protector, Warren Worthington iii

Word Count: 4.5k~

I had been best friends with Warren ever since I met him.

Throughout our years in school, Warren and I had always stuck by each other's side. We hung out together, ate lunch with each other, and nearly forgot about all those people around us who would point out his wings to hurt him. It was like we were in our own little world, and in a way, we were.

We met in the second grade while our class was in the library. While looking for a book, I found Warren, huddled up behind a bookshelf in the elementary school library. He was red in the face and crying as he held his knees close to him. Instantly, I noticed his wings, of course - how could I not?

However, this didn't stop me from going up and asking him what was wrong. I can still remember the way his curls bounced against his scalp as he turned his attention away from his lap and up to me, quickly wiping away his tears to cover up his emotions. Despite being so young, he knew how to expertly do this as he pretended that nothing was wrong and he wasn't crying merely thirty seconds ago.

"What's wrong?" I asked, sitting beside him. I saw him tense up, his back straightening up as he laid his legs out in front of him instead of hugging them to his chest.

"Nothing," He instantly answered me, once again, pretending as if everything wasn't as it seemed.

Instead of saying anything more, I let the boldness I had as an eight-year-old takeover and pulled him into my arms, his figure becoming even tenser. Although, he didn't pull away, and instead, just stayed in that position until I spoke up.

"The kids are mean to me too," I told him, his breath catching in his throat. "And they shouldn't be because you seem pretty cool," I explained with a smile as he turned his eyes up to look at me again. "No one else here has wings, and they're really pretty."

From then on, we were practically inseparable. We weren't seen without each other, and despite bullies picking on us, we didn't let their words bother us. Even as we got older, nothing changed, and in spite of living in an expensive house with nearly triple the amount of space that my house was, Warren chose to stay at my place most nights. His parents didn't care about what he did, and my parents were more than happy to have him over.

When we reached high school, our friendship turned into an actual relationship between two lovebirds (no pun intended). Now we really were inseparable.

However, this changed one night when he went out to grab something from the store. I was sick, and needed medicine; so, being the thoughtful boyfriend he was, he decided he would go out and get some. I guess we underestimated how much mutants were hated in the area as Warren never came back.

Now it's been three months since he disappeared.

Every night since, I went searching for him, only to return to some hotel or hostel without him. I don't know what came over me tonight though. For all my life, I've always been told to avoid putting myself in dangerous settings, and yet, all of those lessons were cast away as I heard people screaming and hollering down an empty and dark alleyway while in Munich. My searching had taken me far away from home, but I wasn't going to stop until I found Warren.

Following the sounds of excitement and fury, I found a hidden door that led to what seemed to be a fighting ring. People surround the caged area, but I push through them, ignoring their waving arms with money held high. I stop at the metal fence separating the people from the ring, only to gasp in horror as my eyes fall over the white, fluffy wings I've loved for many years.

"Warren..." I hear his name being whispered through my lips, tears forming in my eyes as I look at his hurt and pained figure. Fighting for his life against another mutant, he spits blood from his mouth as he wipes away the blood forming on the cut across his cheek. The tattered t-shirt he wears, the same thing he wore the night he disappeared, barely hangs onto his shoulders by a few strips of fabric, the band emblem on the front no longer being recognizable. His arms have fresh bruises forming all along the skin while fading bruises covers the visible parts of torso. How the hell did he get here?

Too shocked to move, I watch as Warren throws a punch at the other mutant, only to hit the fence in front of him, the silver eliciting sparks as soon as Warren touches it. "Shit!" He yells while the blue mutant seemingly teleports to different parts of the cage, only to receive the same treatment as Warren did. Hearing his voice after so long makes me nearly choke on the air in my throat, the tears now falling freely. Seeing Warren makes me want to rip through the fence and save him, but seeing that the metal fence is electric, I can't simply do that.

Blinking the oncoming tears away, I glance in every corner of the underground hideaway and try to find something that might resemble a control panel. It isn't until I see a switch box on what seems to be a surveying floor that I begin running to it, successfully climbing up the steps to the higher level and stopping in front of it. Gazing back to the fighting ring, I see Warren shouting at the dodging mutant while people standing around the cage yell out vile words of hate and absolute greed.

"Warren!" I shout his name as loud as I can, placing my hand on the handle to the electrical switch. Instantly, his head darts toward the voice calling his name, every inch of his being relaxing once he sees me. I smile at him before nodding, his eyes following my hand as it begins pushing the handle downward. Just before the electricity goes out, I see Warren's dirty wings perk up just as the entire underground arena goes pitch black.

In the darkness, the people's screams die down while the clinging sound of the fence being ripped apart follows it. Mere seconds pass before I familiar arms wrap around me and tug me close to their body, Warren's wings flapping rapidly as he lifts us into the air and to the hidden door I entered through. Once we're outside, we quickly run as far as we can before stopping in another alley, far away from the other one.

As soon as we stop, Warren wraps his arms around me and pulls me close to him, his lips immediately attaching to mine in a fervent and much-needed kiss. His hand on my waist never falters in its hold on me, and instead, it squeezes the flesh there as if he were testing if I was real or not.

"I'm here," I tell him, sliding my hands down his face as endless tears fall from his cheeks and onto my hands. Staring into his tear-filled eyes, I can't help but cry tears of happiness as well. "I'm right here."

Nodding, Warren folds his wings behind him, slightly wincing at the pain of them conforming against his back. "Fucking hell," He mutters, placing his forehead against mine, his eyes closed. A few seconds pass of him just holding me before he kisses me once more. "I've missed you so fucking much."

Our sweet reunion is cut short by a black vehicle slamming on their brakes at the end of the alleyway. "Warren," I say his name, concerned at the sight in front of us. Warren turns around, only for his wings to burst out again, shielding me from seeing anything. Peeking under one of the long feathers, I see two men leave the vehicle before one of them points at Warren.

"That's him!" The man yells, "Get him!"

In an instant, Warren swings around and wraps his arms and wings around me, protecting me from the flurry of oncoming bullets. What appears to be eight shots sounds throughout the alley before the same car speeds off again as Warren begins to topple over. Was he shot?

Trying to catch him before he falls on his face, I wrap my arms around Warren and hold him up for a few seconds, only for his size to take over mine and fall to the side. Landing on his back with me on top of him, Warren waves his hand at me while shaking his head, his eyes shut. "I'm fine," He mutters, his voice now suddenly tired and drained.

Eyes wide and concerned, I turn him onto his side and look over him to see blood pouring from his wings. Between the layers of feathers, I find what seems to be four bullet wounds, causing me to practically lose it as the crimson liquid touches my hands. "No, no, no, no, no," I mutter uncontrollably as I place him onto his back. "Warren, Warren," I repeat his name, running my hand against the side of his face, his own blood smearing across his flawless cheek. "Warren, don't go to sleep!"

At my heartbroken plea, Warren opens his eyes, frowning at the sight of tears pouring from my eyes. "Don't cry, my love," He begs, his voice even weaker than before. He lifts a hand to my face, doing the same to me just as I had done to him. I quickly place my hand over his, holding it there as I feel the warmth in his skin begin slowly leaving it. "I... I love you..." He whispers, his eyes closing once again.

Just like a few seconds ago, I feel every ounce of sanity leave me as I watch the love of life wither away in front of me. "Warren, don't do this to me!" I shout, the tears now falling like a waterfall. I could barely manage not seeing him for the three hellish months when he was missing - I can't live the rest of my life without him.

"Warren!" I scream his name again, utter desperation being the only recognizable thing in my voice. Releasing a sob, I push my head against his chest and hear his still-beating heart. However, I know that if I don't get him to a hospital within the next few seconds, his heart won't continue beating like that. But what hospital will even help us?

"Ma'am?" I hear a woman's soft voice coming from the end of the alley, causing me to jerk my head up and see a blonde woman standing twenty feet away. Concerned, she walks closer to me before kneeling beside Warren and me, the knees of her pants becoming stained with his spilled blood on the alley ground. His wings are the first things that catch her focus, making me want to hold him closer.

"Please, don't hurt him," I beg her, my hand holding his hand a bit tighter. "He-he's a-" The woman cuts me off.

"He's a mutant," She points out, looking over at me. Still crying, I nod once, watching as a small smile appears on her face. Within a short second, the fair skin she once had transforms into blue flesh with darker blue scales, her eyes turning yellow and green while her hair changes into a much brighter orange/red.

"It's okay," She assures me, placing a hand on my shoulder. "I am too, and I can help."

Her words, not to mention her sudden change of looks, shock me, but I nod at her, ready to do anything this woman says if it means saving Warren.

"Where's his family?" She asks me, her hand remaining on my shoulder as she kneels on the ground beside me.

"Me," I quickly answer her, tears still falling from my eyes. "I am his family."

"You're not a mutant," She points out, shaking her head with squinted eyes as she looks at me a bit confused. "And you care for him?"

"He's my best friend, the love of my life..." I answer her, my heart clenching as the words leave my lips. "Please, you have to help us!"

The woman nods, giving me a small, encouraging smile. "Kurt!" She abruptly yells, a teenage boy with blue skin and carvings appearing behind her with a blue puff of smoke following. I instantly recognize him as the other mutant in the pin with Warren earlier, and in spite of this, he doesn't try to get back at Warren while he's down.

Pulling his hand to get closer, she makes him get on our level before wrapping his arm around her and me. The stranger, Kurt, then wraps his other arm around Warren's almost lifeless body and tugs him a bit closer as well. "Get us all to the mansion nurse's ward - now!"

With the woman's last words, Kurt somehow does so, causing us to suddenly be in a nurse's station only a second later. This all confuses the living hell out of me, but with Kurt having a tail and red eyes, and not to mention blue skin like the lady, I don't know if I should be questioning the normalcy of anything at the moment.

Immediately, three scrubbed nurses rush up to where we are and pick Warren up from the ground. "He was shot, multiple times," The blue woman quickly explains, standing up from the ground. "He'll need blood, and you need to act quick."

Listening to her, the three nurses nod before taking an unconscious Warren back to what I could guess is surgery. Numb, I sit on the cold tile floor as I reach my blood-covered hands up to cross my arms and hold myself, my eyes stuck on the swinging doors that Warren was just carried through. Beside me is Kurt as he places a consoling hand on my shoulder, giving me a small smile.

"He vill be alright," Kurt assures me, his words helping me out a little. Giving him a small nod of my head, I take his held-out hand and stand up with him. "That is Raven, by the way," He adds as the woman from before moves to stand in front of me, taking my hand in hers despite it stained crimson.

"This is the Xavier mansion," She explains to me, "You're safe; we won't hurt you."

At her words, I nod. "I know," I tell her, giving her a small smile. "I trust you."

Smiling back at me, Mystique's eyes flicker behind me before her mouth slightly parts, her hand holding mine slightly faltering. "Who is this, Raven?" I hear a soft British voice speak up, causing me to slowly turn around and see a man in a wheelchair now in front of me. His eyes quickly catch my blood-covered hands and arms, shock taking over him. "Dear heavens, what happened to you, dear?"

I go to answer him, but my voice defeats me in doing so. Instead, Mystique speaks for me. "Charles, her and a fellow mutant were shot at in an alleyway when Kurt and I were passing by. He has wings, that's where most of the bullets hit him," She explains to him, "She has no ill will toward any of us - she just wants her boyfriend to survive."

A few seconds pass before the man, Charles, nods, staring at me with a frown. "I'm sorry to hear that, love," He tells me, giving me a single nod. "Raven, help her get cleaned up and fetch some fresh clothes for her as well," With that, Charles wheels himself out of the room and into the hallway where he enters the room at the end.

In a puff of blue smoke, Kurt leaves Mystique and me, letting us head to what I presume is her room where she wets a washcloth and begins rubbing the drying blood from my arms. "He will be alright," She tells me, saying Kurt's exact words from moments ago. "Trust me."

I nod at her words, but I can't believe them myself. What if Warren isn't okay? What if one of the bullets when through his spine and he's now paralyzed? I couldn't see all of his wounds so I don't know where they all hit him, minus the few I could see in his wings. What if the nurses and doctors can't do anything and he dies on the table? I can't bear to lose him - not again.

With my arms their original (s/c) color, I change into a pair of pajama pants and matching top with a school emblem given to me by Raven before walking with her to Charles' office. Stopping in front of his desk, Mystique and I watch as the man from earlier sits at his desk with his attention stuck on the novel stuck in his hands. However, it doesn't take long for him to notice our presence and put the book down with his glasses following.

"(Y/n), is it?" Charles asks me, turning his attention up to me. Surprised, I hesitantly nod as he speaks up once more. "No need to worry, dear," He assures me with a smile despite my caution. "I'm able to read minds and communicate through them as well," Charles further explains. "Raven and I were talking while she helped you with your arms and hands,"

"I understand you've been through a lot in the past hour, so I won't force you to talk about it," Charles tells me, making me let out a small sigh of relief. "But I am a bit concerned over the fact that you were in such a predicament that your partner was shot," Holding his hand out, Charles waits for me to place my hand in his. "I won't scour through your brain and look at everything you've ever seen or done - I just want to see what all transpired tonight."

Hesitating, I bite my lip in thought before shakily putting my hand in Charles, his touch being warm and welcoming. I feel as Charles does what he told me he would do, the images of the past month flashing before my eyes. Warren's disappearance, me finding him, and helping him get out are all shown before me like a home movie shot from my perspective. Because of this, I gasp a little, shocked at Charles' ability to do such a thing.

Slowly slipping his hand from mine, Charles' eyebrows furrow in thought before flashing his eyes up to mine, confusion written all over them. "You're a human with no powers or anything," He points out, slightly pausing in his words. "And yet, you've always loved a mutant?"

His words come out as a question, but to me, they're a true statement. I love Warren - I always have - and nothing about him will ever change that. "He's human just as I am," I tell Charles, giving him a small smile. "but, with wings," I further add, my smile growing sad as I lightly shrug. "How could I not love my angel?"

My words washing over him, Charles smiles back. "I like you," He tells me, Raven putting a reassuring hand on my shoulder. "Your friend, I think he'll pull through. After all, he has a great incentive."

Because of Charles' words, I smile and give him a nod of thanks just as a question rises to my mind. "What... what is this place?" I ask, gesturing to the overall building. I know it has to be an establishment of some sort going by the built-in medical wing and wide hallways.

"This," Charles states, pointing his finger to the ceiling while his eyes remain on mine. "Is Xavier's a school for gifted youngsters," He informs me before nodding his head once. "This is a school specialized for children with mutations such as Warren, or Kurt, whom you met earlier."

Furrowing my eyebrows together, another question comes to mind. "Why have I never heard of this place before?" I ask, receiving a small smile.

"We're a relatively small school," Charles simply explains, "Ultimately, if your boyfriend would want to join, he could - now, you're not a mutant, but the unique and understanding attitude you give off, I'm sure we could work something out for you too."

His words make my cheeks turn pink in response to the compliment as I thank him, turning my eyes toward the ground as I try to fight the ever-growing smile on my lips. Just as I do this, I see Charles put a hand to his forehead as his eyebrows furrow before looking over at Mystique with a smile. "Raven, take her back to the medical ward," he tells the fiery-haired woman. "It seems that her friend was easily operable and now they're just waiting for him to wake up."

Almost immediately, I turn and follow Mystique out of the room with my pace just a little faster than hers. Soon enough, we walk through the doors and directly to the beds where only one of them is occupied, and the sleeping body in it is Warren's. The window behind him shines down on him with the bright and early morning sun highlighting his now washed and pure white wings that lie behind him. The sight is a complete contrast to what I saw only an hour ago with the almost black sky darkening everything around us and only emphasizing the dirt and grime that covered Warren's perfect wings.

"We told you he'd be okay," I hear Mystique's gentle voice beside me say, causing me to nod with an onrush of tears rising in my eyes. They were right, and my Warren is okay.

Moving closer to him, I sit beside Warren on the bed and take his hand in mine, his unconscious body unresponsive toward my touch and his perfect face never changing. "I'll let you two be alone," Mystique speaks up before doing as she says and walking back toward the door. Once I hear the swinging door shut, the tears residing in my eyes quickly fall over the barrier and down my face as I try to hold in my sobs.

When you love someone, you never want to see them in pain or hurting, and when they're laid up in a hospital bed with consciousness being a waiting game, it hurts you. It physically hurts you to the point where your chest feels heavy with dread, and your stomach feels sick with worry. It's terrible, and I wish there was something I could've done to protect Warren from getting shot.

"I'm so sorry," I sob, turning my eyes away from him and toward the floor. Raising my free hand to cover my mouth as the sobs tumble out, I don't notice Warren's hand gently squeezing mine until I feel the bed beneath me slightly moves.

Immediately looking back over to him, I see his eyes flutter open and quickly dart to me, confusion taking over his tired face as soon as he sees my crying form. "Why..." Warren slowly starts speaking, his voice raspy and scratchy with sleep. "Why are you crying, love?" He finishes his question, now trying to sit up.

"No, no, baby," I usher him to continue lying flat, moving to stand on my knee on the side of his bed before pushing his shoulders back down onto the mattress. Despite this, he still doesn't listen and moves to wrap his arms around me before pulling me fully onto the bed and holding me to his chest. Finally, Warren does lie back down, but in a matter of seconds, his wings are fluttering around me like any other time I'd be on top of him. My eyes quickly catch sight of the now bandaged wounds, and now that I get a better look, I see that there was one more bullet-wound than I initially thought. "Warren, your stitches!"

"It's okay, love," He sleepily responds, leaning his head back to look up at me with a happy face. "I'm so damn happy to see you," Warren confesses, his eyes gazing over me as if I were a precious gem.

If it weren't for the nurses cleaning the dirt from his face and body, I wouldn't have been able to assess the full damage the fighting ring did to him. Above his left eye is a healing bruise that covers a majority of the side of his forehead, and his bottom lip is split, making it swollen. On top of all of that, his green eyes are sunken in and practically taken over by dark circles.

Still, he continues staring at me, acting as if nothing is bothering him until a look of confusion fall over his face. "Now, are you going to tell me why you were crying?" Warren repeats his question from earlier, making me shake my head as more tears rise to my eyes.

"You almost died, Warren," I inform him, his face still unchanging. "I've been without you for three damn months, and the night I get you back, I almost lost you again - for good!" I add on, raising a hand to wipe away my fast-falling tears.

However, Warren beats me to it and places his hands against my cheeks where he gently holds me, his face now soft. I guess he hasn't assessed the severity of the situation. That, or he hasn't taken the time to fully realize that he has stitched-up bullet wounds adorning his wings.

"I'm sorry," Warren apologizes after a few seconds of silence. Despite expecting those two words, it still doesn't hit me any easier as I'm sobbing once again, this time, into Warren's chest.

Holding me close, Warren waits a few moments before moving his hands back to my face and turning me to look at him directly. As soon as he gets the chance, Warren places his rough lips on top of mine, the skin chapped from the harsh things he's been put through. Despite crying moments ago, my tears ultimately stop as I come to the realization of how much I've missed the feeling of Warren's lips on mine. Chapped or not, his lips are the pure definition of Heaven, and when they're on top of mine, it's like pure ecstasy.

Pulling away for air, I pant above Warren as he does the same, his hands now sliding down to grip my waist once again. "I love you," He tells me, "And I've missed you- God, how I've missed you," Warren adds, shaking his head as a small, almost unnoticeable tear falls down his cheek. "Each day was hell without you, and I can't be without you, not again."

Smiling at him, I lean down once more and peck his soft cheek before nuzzling my head next to his on the pillow, his hold on me never changing in the slightest. "You won't have to, Angel," I tell him, watching his lips quirk up in a smile at my nickname for him. Deciding on leaving the explanation of where we're at for later, I close my eyes alongside Warren and fall asleep, finally able to relax knowing he and I can be together with no one to stop or hurt us.

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[rockinnrollin]

Cuddles

Can I request a fluffy Ben Hardy x fem. reader where reader watches Ben being all cute with their 2 year old daughter all cuddled up on the couch watching a movie and later that night, after they put their daughter to bed, reader gives Ben a present and reveals that they are expecting another child?

A/N: Of course you can lovey! I hope you like it! <3

Word Count:217 words <3

gif not mine!!

You'd just gotten back from watching a movie with one of your friends. It was quite late and you expected your daughter to be in her bed and possibly Ben too.

You didn't expect to come in and see your daughter being wrapped up in her favourite blanket in Ben's arms, completly conked out, with Frankie in a similar way.

Ben turned his head slightly to see you.

"Hello love, how was the movie?" He sounded like he had slept a bit himself.

"Good yeah, out cold?" You asked, nodding your head towards your daughter.

"Yep, c'mon I'll carry her up."

He gently lifted her, following you upstairs, Frankie trotted on behind you both. You opened her bedroom door for Ben and he carefully laid her down. He gave her a small kiss on her forehead and pulled her blanket over her.

You crept out of the room quietly and closed the door. You made your way to your bedroom and got ready for bed. While you were in your wardrobe, you grabbed the small box you had hidden from Ben.

You got into bed keeping the box out of Ben's sight.

"Ben, I've got something for you." You said nervously, handing him the box.

He took the box and opened it, revealing the positive pregnancy test.

He turned to look at you with a smile on his face and tears in his eyes.

"I love you so much Y/N"

"I love you too Ben." You said, crying at your boyfriends reaction. Ben was a great dad and you knew he was gonna become an even better one.

"I can't believe our little family's getting bigger. We need to tell Frankie!"

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[the-dendrophile-bookdragon]

It's November, this means next month is December

This means festive little fanfic's.

What does it mean for you? You can request Holiday fics till the 30th of November.

My rules

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[likesomekindofcheese]

Can you do a fluff story of roger taylor *ben hardy* of like the reader is making breakfast and roger goes behind them and scares them but then puts music on and starts dancing

You got it!

Since no gender is specified in the request, I will make readers neutral so they can be whatever gender identity you want.

Link to my Ko-Fi

Warnings: Just Fluff. An In-joke. Mentions of food, cooking, knives, and eating and Reader getting spooked for a second.

Also, the song is "I Was Made For Lovin' You" by Kiss! Go check it out, it is SUCH a bop!

REBLOGS AND COMMENTS ARE APPRECIATED!!!

You walked out of the door on that light blue morning, careful to close the door slowly. Roger seemed to be still asleep. He was lying on his stomach on the bed, arms up to the pillows, and his beautiful blonde hair cascaded around.

But you sat there relaxing for a bit. Enjoying seeing the sun rising up, adding pink to the light blueness of the sky. But your stomach kept rumbling. Dinner from last night felt like ages ago.

So you began to start cooking what you usually like for breakfast, be it some toast or eggs or bacon or getting cereal.

You opened the purple bag of coffee by untwisting the string around it, careful to measure it into the black scoop next to the machine. Once you poured some water from a jug into it, you got a fresh filter, poured the rich French roast grounds inside, closed the lid, and pressed a button to start brewing.

Recently you bought some fresh fruit. Surely that sounded nice along with your usual breakfast tastes. You picked out a red Honeycrisp the size of two baseballs, a sharp knife, and began to cut it into slices.

You get so involved in the process of slicing the apple, that you didn't see a blonde head move toward you or hear the pattering footsteps arriving behind you.

And that lit, seeing you so focused, decides to creep up on you and very quickly place his hands on you.

"AHHH!" You screamed, dropping the knife in fear.

But behind was a familiar laugh that made you relax or else armed with a sharp knife you would have attacked back.

Placing the knife down you turned around to see Roger laughing, you waved your arm to smack him lightly but wound up getting the pot on the machine and moving it out of its place mid-brew.

"Please not the coffee machine, Y/n!" Roger yelped as he grabbed it, any stray dark liquid spilling out briefly onto the counter before he set it back in place

Both of you paused. For a second it hit you what he said and you began laughing too.

"Rog! Really! I might need to call Deaky and tell him you said that right now!"

Roger turned around to find the radio.

"Well, that can wait for a bit..."

As he switched it on, there was a blast of an electric guitar and a quick, catchy beat.

It began with a chorus of "do do do's" that Roger sang along to, his head bobbing up and down to the beat.

A bright, expressive rock baritenor began to sing the solo as you felt Roger's hand catch yours.

"Here! Have a dance!" he offered

"Are you sure?" you asked.

"Never more sure!"

So he sways you around, pulling you back and forth. But it was quicker with the tempo of the song.

As it erupted into the chorus, you both twisted around, holding hands and grinning, half-singing along.

"I was made for loving you, baby/You were made for loving me!/And I can't get enough of you, baby,/Can you get enough of me?"

You would turn back and cook a little (scramble the odd egg, flip the pancake, what have you) and ask him to do a quick thing.

"Rog- get the plates! And forks!"

He managed to dance out of his way to grab the two plates where they were in the cabinet and place them on the small table in the kitchen before returning to you.

Both of you kept dancing it out, swaying and moving so much, that it felt like you were in tandem, like one unit together.

As the last chord played itself he caught your back and leaned you down for a dip until he pulled you up and kissed your nose.

There were worse ways to start the day, you had to admit.

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[georgeweasleyslostearhq]

Can I request a fluffy Joe Mazzello x fem. reader long fic where it’s their 9 month old baby daughter’s first Christmas and reader melts at the sight of Joe holding their daughter and showing her all of the presents she’s got and their daughter says dada and Joe and reader light up at how much of a daddy’s girl she is and reader thinks about how when she signed up to play an extra on Bohemian Rhapsody that she never thought she would end up falling in love on set?

of course!

FIRST CHRISTMAS

pairings: Joe Mazzello x Fem!reader summary: ^^^ warnings: None note: y/d/n stands for your daughters name

"oh and look at this!" you heard your husband say downstairs.

you walked downstairs and caught Joe holding your little daughter while showing her the christmas gifts she had gotten

she giggled and took it off him, throwing it on the floor

"no, no. don't throw it, play with it" Joe picked up the care bear and put in front of your daughter and waving it around

"well good morning" you yawned.

Joe looked up and you and smiled like an idiot, your daughter looked over and laughed

"good morning, darling" Joe greeted

"Merry christmas" you walked up the them, sitting on the couch, leaning down to kiss Joe who was situated on the floor, next to the lit up tree.

"how long have you been up?" you asked him and they looked like they have been there a while

"i took her down here about thirty minutes ago, I wanted her to see her presents" he shrugged

"and you couldn't wait for me?"

"not really no, you looked to cute to wake up" you looked back down and your daughter and made a silly face at Y/D/N before looking back up at you

"you should've just woken me up" you stated, looking down at your little baby, you've always noticed how much she looks like Joe. a spitting image of him, but she looked too much like him right now and it made your heart swell.

"I'm sorry, I was just too excited" he confessed, holding your daughter against his chest

you let out a breathy chuckle and closed your eyes.

"dada" Y/D/N whined, pointing at more presents under the tree

Joe pulled her away from his chest and looked at her, his mouth was agape and he looked like he was about to cry

"darling, did you hear that?" Joe asked you

you shuffled closer to them and smiled at him even though he was focused on your baby

"I did joe, I heard it clear as day"

you rubbed joe's arms from behind and rested your chin on shoulder, looking down at your little daughter, smiling at her gratefully

"I told you she was a dada's girl" he whispered to you, finally looking away from her.

"I never doubted it"

"I love you" he said kissing you softly

"I love you too" you smiled at him sweetly

"what did you want, sweetie?" Joe asked your daughter

you thought back to when you were an extra on Bohemian Rhapsody and how you two met and what would've happened if you didn't.

--

you were sitting down on your phone, waiting with other extras to be called on to go on in the scene, you were focused

"hey, you" you looked up and noticed the director standing front of me

"yes?" you smiled politely.

"I need you to go get joe, he's on in 5" he said.

"alright" you stood up and went out to the trailers, looking at the doors for him name written on it.

Rami, Ben, Joe.

you go up to the door and knock three times and waiting for a response

"come in" he replied through the door

he probably thought it was ben.

I opened the door slowly and peeked in, seeing him in his little couch on his phone

"the director wants you to know that you're on in 5" you stated as you entered his view

he didn't respond to you though, you though he was being rude and just ignoring you but the look on his face made you feel otherwise.

his mouth was slightly open and his eyes were relaxed, he looked sort of dazed and off in the clouds, it didn't make you uncomfortable per se, you just felt weak under his gaze.

"excuse me?" you forced yourself to say to snap him out of his daydream

"oh, right ok. just wait there" he said as he saw you were about to leave.

he put his phone away and got up. walking towards you

"who are you, exactly?" he questioned as you waked down the steps with him behind you

"I'm an extra" you responded

"no I meant your name" he chuckled

"oh um, Y/n"

"I'm joe" he smiled warmly

"I know" you took a deep breath

"do you now?" he responded in amusement

"well yeah, I feel like I have to" you smiled sheepishly

"you have a really pretty smile" he told you, looking down at your lips to your eyes.

"oh" you let out an embarrassed laugh as you looked down, tucking a piece of your curled hair behind your ear

"thanks"

"I'm sorry, just the way you're sweet, cute and beautiful at the same time is beyond me"

"oh my god" you muttered to yourself, you felt your cheeks turn warm and your stomach did flips.

"ok so wait other than taking my breath away what do you do for a living?" he smirked playfully. you turned you head away and covered your face with your hands.

"never heard that one before" you laughed, still looking anywhere but at him

"get used to it" he said

--

"this is the best christmas" Joe sighed happily

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Can I request a fluffy Ben Hardy x fem. reader oneshot where it’s his birthday and reader and their 2 year old daughter celebrate Ben’s special day with him?

My Girls

Fandom: RPF, Actor RPF,

Pairing: Ben Hardy x Fem! Reader

Characters: Ben Hardy, Female Reader, Original Female Character, Reader

Word Count: 1036 // Rating: Gen

Summary: Ben gets a birthday breakfast in bed

Tags/ Warnings: Fluff, Requested, Ben Hardy x Reader, Ben Hardy x Fem!Reader, Established relationship, Marriage, Married Life, Long Distance Relationship, Kissing, Kids, Toddlers, Original Child Character

Notes: Hope you like it. I'm looking through my requests and doing some asap. I've been focused on TOEG for a while. @borhapgirlforlife19 [updated 9/22]

As the cup slipped to the edge of the tray Y/N grabbed it wincing as hot tea splashed over her hand. Amelie didn’t seem to notice or care about her mum’s minor burns as she burst into the room screeching, ‘Happy bird-day dada!’ she said walking forward and putting the tray on Ben’s legs which were under the cover on the bed. Ben was sitting watching as his wife muttered what sounded like a swear word under her breath. He held back a chuckle.

‘Thank you, sweetheart,’ Ben said grabbing his daughter and heaving her up into his lap peppering her face with kisses which made her giggle. ‘Dada,’ she giggled as Ben started to tickle her, ‘stop it!’ ‘I thought you were asleep,’ Y/N said sitting down on the edge of the bed and sliding the tray onto the flat side of the bed where she put the tea back on the tray. Ben looked up from tickling Amelie and smiled at her, ‘what I was supposed to sleep through the racket of you two making breakfast?’ ‘It wasn’t that loud,’ Y/N chuckled as she passed the plate to him. ‘I was roused by you two walking downstairs. And then completely up at the sound of the electric whisk,’ he said cutting a slice of pancake with the side of his fork with his free hand, ‘how much mess am I walking into?’ ‘Not much, besides I should hope it’s worth it,’ Y/N said as Ben took a bite. ‘Mmm, that is gorgeous,’ Ben mumbled. ‘You like it?’ Amelie said, ‘me and Mumma made them.’ ‘I know you did. They’re very yummy. Thank you, princess,’ Ben said kissing her head. ‘Amelie have some?’ Amelie asked her fingers already grabbing at the raspberries on the side of the plate. Her pink pyjama shirt was covered in batter splashes which made Y/N thank the lord she hadn’t changed her before they made breakfast. ‘Amelie, let Daddy answer before you take one,’ Y/N said. Amelie turned her face up to Ben her blue eyes as large as a Disney Princess’. ‘Of course, you can,’ Ben said, ‘Mumma can even have some too if she plays her cards right.’ ‘You say that like Mumma’s not already had the test pancakes we couldn’t bring up,’ Y/N smirked. ‘Oh like that is it?’ Ben said. ‘Birthday boy deserves the best right?’ Y/N said. ‘Right!’ Amelie giggled making her parents smile.

‘So come on, what’s our plans for the day?’ Ben said. He’d been working up until yesterday and had a long train journey back home that only got him into London near midnight. By the time he had gotten home Amelie was tucked up in bed as was Y/N though she had roused a little when he had slipped in beside her. ‘Um, about that,’ Y/N said, ‘we haven’t really got anything planned. I knew you’d be knackered and I didn’t want to make a big list if you didn’t feel like doing anything. Sorry-’ ‘Don’t apologise,’ Ben chuckled. ‘I mean I should’ve arranged something,’ Y/N said. ‘Honestly babe, it’s not a big deal. I don’t wanna do something big and fancy. Just spending the day with my two favourite girls will do,’ Ben said. ‘You’re a star you know,’ Y/N said. ‘I know,’ Ben smirked, ‘so what should we do?’ ‘I don’t know. You pick,’ Y/N said. ‘Hmm,’ Ben said, ‘what can we do? Amelie, what should we do today?’ ‘Monkeees,’ Amelie said right off the bat. ‘Monkeys?’ Ben said. ‘Monkeeeees,’ Amelie repeated, ‘like George.’ ‘George? Who’s George?’ Ben asked looking at Y/N for an explanation. ‘Nawty Georgie. He’s silly like you Dada,’ Amelie giggled as she oohed and ahhed showing Ben her monkey impression. ‘I think she means Curious George. It’s been on repeat all week. It’s been the only thing she’ll fall asleep to,’ Y/N said with a yawn. ‘More bedtime standoffs?’ Ben sighed. Y/N nodded. Amelie was always the same whenever Ben was away. The longer it was the worse she seemed to be. ‘Yeah,’ Y/N sighed but before she could say anything more Amelie repeated herself, ‘monkeeees Dada we go see the monkeeeeeees.’ ‘I think you mean the zoo baby. That’s where the monkeys are,’ Ben said. ‘We can see George?’ Amelie asked excitedly. ‘Yep, now come on you. Let Daddy eat his breakfast in peace while we get ready for the zoo eh?’ Y/N said standing up and scooping her daughter up and placing her onto her hip. As she turned to leave Ben grabbed her spare hand and kissed it. She allowed him to and then she placed her hand on his cheek and stroked it for just a moment. That was until Amelie started tugging on her top her excitement about the monkey’s not waning the longer she was made to wait.

‘Okay Ami I’m coming,’ Y/N said rolling her eyes as she walked to the door. ‘Guess I better eat fast eh?’ Ben said. Y/N turned for a moment to look at him. ‘Can’t keep the monkeys waiting,’ Y/N said, ‘besides faster we go faster we get back. And faster you can open your present.’ ‘Oh? Can’t I open it now?’ Ben said. ‘You’re as impatient as her,’ Y/N chuckled before she lowered her voice to a whisper, ‘and no you can’t. Let’s just say your present isn’t suitable to be unwrapped in front of just anyone.’ ‘No?’ ‘No and you better hope this kid of yours goes down easy tonight,’ she said and then she carried her daughter out of the room. Ben smiled as he watched them go even more so as he heard his daughter's babbles trail off as they got to their room.

He didn’t need a birthday fuss. He just needed his girls.

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Caught in the Cat's Web Chapter 3

Miguel O'Hara x Felicia Hardy!Reader

Previous Chapter 🕸️ Series Masterlist

Warnings: Mentions of SA, Angst, Sexsual Tension, Fluff, She/Her pronouns, slowburn, enemies to lovers,

Word Count: 1.6k

Summary: Felicia fucks up and as punishment, she must go on her first field mission with the person she hates most, her boss, Miguel O'Hara.

Co-Author: @stclairesplace

Nueva York, Earth 838

It’s been 3 weeks since training started, and the recruits were finally up to Miguel’s standards, ready to do fieldwork. (With supervision of course). Before the Spider-People had to get ready, everyone joined together in one of the common rooms to have coffee and chill. Felicia’s antics from day one of training, really made an impact on the Scarlet Spider as has been following her around ever since, trying to convince her to go on a date. 

“Good evening, Ben.” Felicia gives the man a polite smile as he leans against the table she's sat at. 

“Felicia.” He says with a smirk on his face. “How do you keep getting more sexy every time I see you?” 

“Ugh, I can't listen to you swoon over Night Spider anymore, it's gross.” Julia Carpenter, a fellow Spider-woman, gags. “Felicia, will you please fuck him and put us out of our misery?” 

Felicia smirks, “No I think I’ll leave that up to him to do for himself. After all, I’m sure his left hand is very jealous of his right.” 

Spider-cat chokes on their bowl of milk, surprised by Felicia’s statement. 

“Felicia, if we get to pick groups, wanna work together?” Julia asks.

“I thought O’Hara was picking?” Margo Kess interrupts. 

Felicia rolls her eyes. “I swear he's out to get me.” 

“He’s definitely not your biggest fan.” Julia agrees. 

“What happened between you too?” Ben asks.

“He was intimidated by a Felicia Hardy with spider powers.” Felicia flips her hair. “Miguel is just insecure about his small dick and is worried that little ol’ me is gonna show everyone what kind of bitch boy he truly is-”

Felicia feels two large hands grip her shoulders from behind, finally realizing the terrified faces of her peers. “So!” Miguel leans down next to her ear. She can almost feel his lips touch her earlobe, causing her to slightly shiver. “What are we talking about over here, huh? Anyone?” Of course, he already knew exactly what they were talking about, he just wanted to see Felicia squirm, preferably by him. The rest of the spider people look at Miguel as if they just arrived, shrugging and shaking their heads. “Felicia?” 

Felicia could feel her blood boil. “You heard me, bitch boy.” Miguel leans back up shrugging his shoulders, and gives a nod of his head as if impressed by her outburst. “Ok then,” he pauses, moving his hands to the side of the chair and twirling it around before grabbing her by the shoulder and easily lifting her as if she weighs nothing to place her in front of him. “This is a great lesson, everyone. When you are working in teams with multiple spider-people, you won't always get along, but you have to work together. So!” Miguel claps his hands together. “Let’s make an example out of you, shall we? Felicia, Ben, you're with me!” 

Felcia’s jaw drops in fury. “No, No, No! ’m not going on some little adventure with fuck boy and small dick, okay? NOT GONNA HAPPEN!” Felicia attempts to brush past Miguel to leave but is immediately stopped by his arm. “Let me pass.” She glares. 

“Make me, sweetheart. I dare you” Miguel smirks before putting his mask on. “LYLA, tell Ms. Drew to take over.” Before LYLA could respond, he hit a few buttons on Felicia’s watch, opening a portal and pushing her through. 

“W-What just happened?!” Ben scrabbles before Miguel snatches him by the collar, tossing him in before joining the two. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

New York, Earth 192

Felicia groans as she rubs her head. “Fuck.” She signs, looking out at the familiar skyline. 

“Woah!” Ben yells, before hitting the concrete rooftop with his face. 

About 2 seconds later, Miguel flips out of the portal, landing between the two. “Welcome to field training.” 

Felicia stands up to join Miguel, stretching her sore muscles. “Why?” 

“I’m the boss.” He states. 

Felicia shakes her head, crossing her arms. 

“Egotistical Dick”, Felicia mutters under her breath.

“What was that?” 

“Nothing, sir.” She says with a shit eatting grin.

Miguel looks down at the crowds of people below, studying the interactions of each person. “Tell me what you see, Ben.” The man doesn't answer, prompting Miguel to turn around to check on him. He finds Ben staring at Felcica’s ass as she bends over the wall to look below. Miguel tilts his head before walking to Ben and smacking the side of his head. 

“Ouch!” Ben shouts, cradling his head. 

Miguel leans in, whispering to Ben’s ear. “If I catch you again, I’ll dangle you over this building for an hour. You got it?” He says before leaning back to watch Ben’s head nod rapidly. 

Miguel turns around to find Felicia jumping off of the building. He hastily leaps after her, trying to catch her as she swings down the street. Felicia swings down an ally, irking Miguel further. Once he turns into the ally he stops in his tracks, stopping, digging his talons into the brick. 

“Whatcha doin’?” The upside-down Felicia asks the man holding a drunk girl. 

“I’m taking my friend home.” He spats out, walking backward. 

“I’ll take her. What’s her address?” The man turns away from Felcia, ignoring her. This makes Felcia’s blood boil. Leaping over the man she snatches the barely conscious girl from him, putting her on the fire escape above him. 

“What the fuck?!” The man shouts. 

“What's her name?” Felicia asks from above, looking at the ID in the girl's purse. 

The man sprints down the damp ally but doesn't make it more than 10 feet before he’s kicked to the ground, landing face-first into a puddle. Felicia rolls the man over to look at this bloody face before picking him up by the collar and punching him, breaking his nose. 

The man lets out a scream. “You, fucking bitch!” 

“I am being very generous right now, if I wasn’t Night Spider, I would have strung you up and skinned you with my claws.” Felicia picks the man up, webbing his feet together and dangling him from the street lamp in front of the police station, leaving a note for the cops. After, she quickly returned to the woman on the fire escape. “Hi, sweetie. Can you hear me?” 

The woman tries to speak but can’t find the energy. 

“That's okay, Hon. Is your address on your phone?” Felicia asks, taking it out of her baby pink purse. 

Miguel watches in awe at how well Felicia handles the situation. She manages to turn a potentially disastrous outcome into a success story, something that Miguel was surprised that she could do with such ease. He follows Felicia from afar as she takes the woman home, studying how she handles her with the utmost care, bringing her water in her apartment, telling the woman’s roommates what happened, taking her to the restroom to change, and bringing her to bed. 

In this moment, Miguel sees Felicia in a different light. He recognizes her as someone who possesses an extraordinary ability, not only to handle herself but to others who are in need of it. Not the stuck-up, difficult, know-it-all he thought she was. He finds himself drawn to her, surprising, compassionate nature and can’t help but feel inspired by her actions. 

As soon as the girl is settled in her bed safely, Felicia quietly removes herself from her home. When she steps outside, she finds Miguel waiting for her outside the girl's fire escape. 

“So what are you now, my personal stalker?”

He doesn’t respond right away but instead has his back turned to her before swinging to the rooftop next door, prompting Felicia to follow. Miguel’s elbows lean against the edge of the rooftop wall, admiring the glimmering city lights. Felicia slowly walks up to join him, flipping herself so she’s sitting on the wall, making them eye level for once. 

“I take it you saw what I did.” She asks, swinging her feet over the heights. 

“I did”

“Well by all means yell or throw me off the building or something. Don’t just stand there lookin’ like a judgmental statue.” 

“Why would I yell, Felicia? You found a civilian in need of assistance and you handled it… very well I might add.” he shrugs as if it was obvious already.

Felicia lets his words and the soft tone of his voice simmer in her mind for a moment. “So- ”

“I’m not mad at you…” he turns his head to look at her not realizing just how close in proximity she really was to him. They maintain eye contact before he continues with a smirk, “…not yet anyways.”

Felicia leaned closer, to retaliate with a snarky comment, when a noise spooked them both out of their trance, and they quickly separated leaving a spacious gap.

“THERE you guys are! I’ve looking all over hell and back for you two, you guys just DISAPPEARED!” Ben yells. “Where have you been!” 

Miguel rolls his eyes out of annoyance. Felicia coughs, muttering, “asshole”, making Miguel chuckle. 

“Doesn’t matter to you. Let’s just finish the damn exercise.” Miguel brushes past Ben, lightly grazing his shoulder before jumping off the rooftop. Felicia follows suit, instead skipping her way to the edge before turning around to face Ben, winking at him before falling off.

“I just don’t get those two”, Ben sighs as he unwillingly follows after them. 

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DAILY BUGLE 

A SPIDER-WOMAN: NIGHT SPIDER

Last night, New York’s newest Spider-man was seen for the first time. Only it wasn’t a Spider-Man but a Spider-Woman! Several criminals were found in front of the NYPD police station with notes from a Night Spider! Who is she?

Peter studies the blurry image attached to the front page article. “Felicia?!”

Chapter 4

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Manhattan

Ben Hardy x fem! reader

(a/n): been a minute since I've written anything, but I think this could be good? Hoping this gets me back into the writing mood, I also got a MacBook so I'm hoping I can write more on here.

long or short?: short imagine; I MAY elaborate later with a longer story with full detail of how we've gotten here ;)

what kind?: angst

Inspo?: Manhattan by Sara Bareilles (lyrics will be in color and italics)

(a/n 2): I SWEAR i'll write some fluff later, I used a different writing format then normal for this so I probably didn't proof read this lol.

gif by @ificanwriteiscannon

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First person POV:

You can can have Manhattan, I know it's for the best,

I packed the last of my things in a duffle bag, a weeks worth of clothes, zipping it quietly.

Hoping- no praying he didn't wake. Next, I grabbed the note and placed it on the table next to our his bed. My sneakers came next, I slip out of our bedroom without disturbing him or Frankie.

Catching a final glimpse of their sleeping forms, Taking in our Manhattan apartment in for a final time.

I'll gather up the avenues and leave them at your doorstep and I'll tiptoe away, so you won't have to say you heard me leave

Ben's POV:

you can have Manhattan cause I can't have you

"-I just feel

as if we've gone two different directions

I am so so sorry

I love you

forever yours.

y/n."

you can have Manhattan ill settle for the beach and sunsets facing westward with sand beneath my feet ill wish wish this away

"What the fuck, what the actual fuck? Sh- she wouldn't just leave, She didn't get all of her things." I tried to rationalize as I paced the living room.

I put my head in my hands as I tried to find a reason for this to be happening, we were happy; Things were perfect, so perfect, and now it's just gone?

I grabbed my phone dialing her number. My thumb hovering over the 'green cell phone' icon. Pressing it I placed the phone next to my ear listing to ringing for the longest, when I finally moved to end the call she answered.

"Hi." Her voice was broken like she'd been crying. I could hear birds behind her with crashes of waves as if she was at the beach. "Hey" My voice somber and small; "Is this really what you want? For us I mean-" I barely finished my sentence before I was crying.

She took few shallow breathes before answering.

"I- I don't know..."

(a/n): I am not responsible for how you feel after reading this because it hurt me too

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I posted 361 times in 2022

93 posts created (26%)

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#5

Can you do a fluff story of roger taylor *ben hardy* of like the reader is making breakfast and roger goes behind them and scares them but then puts music on and starts dancing

You got it!

Since no gender is specified in the request, I will make readers neutral so they can be whatever gender identity you want.

Link to my Ko-Fi

Warnings: Just Fluff. An In-joke. Mentions of food, cooking, knives, and eating and Reader getting spooked for a second.

Also, the song is "I Was Made For Lovin' You" by Kiss! Go check it out, it is SUCH a bop!

REBLOGS AND COMMENTS ARE APPRECIATED!!!

You walked out of the door on that light blue morning, careful to close the door slowly. Roger seemed to be still asleep. He was lying on his stomach on the bed, arms up to the pillows, and his beautiful blonde hair cascaded around.

But you sat there relaxing for a bit. Enjoying seeing the sun rising up, adding pink to the light blueness of the sky. But your stomach kept rumbling. Dinner from last night felt like ages ago.

So you began to start cooking what you usually like for breakfast, be it some toast or eggs or bacon or getting cereal.

You opened the purple bag of coffee by untwisting the string around it, careful to measure it into the black scoop next to the machine. Once you poured some water from a jug into it, you got a fresh filter, poured the rich French roast grounds inside, closed the lid, and pressed a button to start brewing.

Recently you bought some fresh fruit. Surely that sounded nice along with your usual breakfast tastes. You picked out a red Honeycrisp the size of two baseballs, a sharp knife, and began to cut it into slices.

You get so involved in the process of slicing the apple, that you didn't see a blonde head move toward you or hear the pattering footsteps arriving behind you.

And that lit, seeing you so focused, decides to creep up on you and very quickly place his hands on you.

"AHHH!" You screamed, dropping the knife in fear.

But behind was a familiar laugh that made you relax or else armed with a sharp knife you would have attacked back.

Placing the knife down you turned around to see Roger laughing, you waved your arm to smack him lightly but wound up getting the pot on the machine and moving it out of its place mid-brew.

"Please not the coffee machine, Y/n!" Roger yelped as he grabbed it, any stray dark liquid spilling out briefly onto the counter before he set it back in place

Both of you paused. For a second it hit you what he said and you began laughing too.

"Rog! Really! I might need to call Deaky and tell him you said that right now!"

Roger turned around to find the radio.

"Well, that can wait for a bit..."

As he switched it on, there was a blast of an electric guitar and a quick, catchy beat.

It began with a chorus of "do do do's" that Roger sang along to, his head bobbing up and down to the beat.

A bright, expressive rock baritenor began to sing the solo as you felt Roger's hand catch yours.

"Here! Have a dance!" he offered

"Are you sure?" you asked.

"Never more sure!"

So he sways you around, pulling you back and forth. But it was quicker with the tempo of the song.

As it erupted into the chorus, you both twisted around, holding hands and grinning, half-singing along.

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#4

Can I request a fluffy Joe Mazzello x fem. reader where reader has given birth to their second daughter and Joe’s mom brings their toddler daughter to the hospital and Joe and reader introduce their daughter to her new baby sister?

This sounds so cute! OF course!

It was painful, of course, it was painful. The first time was painful. God, you forgot the pain.

But once it was over, it was worth it. Worth the hours of labor to see the sweet little face.

"Congrats, miss, the girl's healthy!" the midwife said as she held the little bundle. Already you heard the baby crying with its new lungs as if saying "I'm here! I'm here!"

Breathing in deeply and out, you sighed. So many other women weren't as lucky as you.

Looking over, Joe was in the same headspace as you. His eyes went big at the side. Despite the medical mask over his face, you could tell he was smiling.

You were given the little baby. She smelled sweet and she calmed down right at your touch.

"Ah, mama's girl already!"

He smiled and embraced her. "She's beautiful...."

You were spoiled with gifts and flowers and cards. The nurses even treated you to a steak dinner and plenty of adult diapers to cope with the post-birth flow once you got home.

Only hours later, you heard a familiar voice. "Are you ready to meet your sister?"

To which your older daughter, with the refined thoughts a three-year-old could voice, replied "whee! whee! wheee!" accompanied by light, excited footsteps.

Inside walked Joseph's mother with flowers, holding hands with the little girl. She was happy as could be-all spiffed up in a pink shirt and overalls as her tiny tennis shoes lit up with her exciting steps.

"Hi there!" she chirruped.

Both of you leaped from where you were sitting, Joe put his hands over his mouth.

"Hey Mama!" Joseph greeted. They both hugged each other. "We thought my brother was looking after her and...your-your headache and such!"

"I'm doing fine- the headache's gone! Your siblings called me and asked them to take me...they wanted this girl to meet her sister!" Mrs. Mazzello explained.

Outside the sunshine warmed up your side of the bed. The baby was fed and you were happy to cuddle her. The warmth of the weather and of the new life in your arms was welcome.

"And how are you ladies doing? Both of you?" she asked.

"We're great. Labor wasn't too bad- well, you know, just bad enough as usual. And this one is healthy as a horse," you explained.

"Daddy! Mommy!" your little girl greeted. Joe picked her up and carried her.

"What's up, princess? Are you ready to meet your sister?"

Your daughter nodded. Then Joe walked closer to her. There was a chair next to your bed. Joe sat on it while holding your daughter up.

"Here she is!" you announced proudly.

The little girl leaned forward, smiling as she looked at the baby. She reached her grubby hands forward but Joe held her back a little.

"Be gentle! You gotta be gentle with Sissy!" he instructed.

She grinned.

"She's so cute! I love her!" the little girl said.

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53 notes - Posted April 16, 2022

#3

Hi everyone!

This is your reminder for fanfic writers-

If you think your idea for a fanfic is too “weird” or “not traditional” or “off” or that “no one will read it…”

WRITE IT! WRITE IT ANYWAY!! WRITE THE DAMN FIC!👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏

Trust me, there were a couple passion projects of mine where I was worried about notes or what people would think or that it wasn’t this kind of fic that was popular right now.

BUT GUESS WHAT??

People read it- reblogged it, kudos’d it, commented, gave me asks praising them…

So just do it! At least three souls out there want to hear your story and give it attention and a listen and will be touched, moved, or enjoy it!!!

So whatever it is, don’t be ashamed- WRITE! THE! FIC!!

65 notes - Posted November 18, 2022

#2

Elvis (2022) dir. Baz Luhrmann

160 notes - Posted September 3, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

headcanons for comforting the Queen boys when they’re crying?

AWWWWW. I really like this!

Freddie:

You would catch those odd moments of his emotions. He would be alone and tears would be streaming down his face despite his smile. You hardly knew what and when you asked, he did not reply. “Darling, I can’t talk about it now...”

 “It’s alright, Fred, you don’t have to tell me!” you insist.

You lean his head close to you so that he lens against your shoulder and let him cry it out.

Roger:

Roger was always the cheerful one. He would rarely get sad, truly, truly sad. But when it did, it broke your heart. He was shaking and rubbing the tears off with his sleeve.

“Here...shhhh” You would say.

 You let him hug you- and he does on tightly. His fingers pressing into your skin desperately. So deeply, you are sure there are marks. You would suggest doing something like going out for dinner, drinks, and/or a movie. An activity out there to get his mind off.

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242 notes - Posted January 19, 2022

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Can I request a fluffy Joe Mazzello x fem. reader long fic where reader and Joe are spending Christmas with Joe’s family and reader watches Joe being adorable with his nieces and nephews and admires how good he is with them and is so excited for Joe to open her big surprise she has for him later tonight. Later that night, Joe, reader, and Joe’s family are all in the living room taking turns opening presents and when it’s Joe’s turn, reader requests that he open his present from her last, and when he opens her present, inside is a Yankees onesie that says Mazzello on the back and a sonagram photo and everybody is so excited that reader and Joe are going to have a baby?

yep!

you watched as Joe hugged his family, saying hello and merry Christmas to them all. after hugging Joe they greeted you with a warm welcome.

you heard a little scream from two young children from the living room and Joe's laugh following after it.

you walked into the room, seeing your niece and nephew being tickled with the stuffed broccoli. they were giggling you screaming.

you smiled at the sight

"auntie Y/n! help us" your nephew yelled breathlessly

"what do you want me to do?!" you giggled

"get him away!"

"she can't help you" Joe laughed, continuing to tickle them

they both screamed, squirming in your spot, trying to get out of their grip.

your mother in law called you all for dinner, making the kids laugh in Joes face as he stopped.

"would you like some wine, dear?" your mother in law asked, gowing around the table filling the adults glasses

"oh no thank you, I don't drink on Christmas" you shook your head. turning the drink down

she smiled at you before filling Joe's glass with wine.

"help yourself to any drink in the fridge"

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"presents!" your nephy yelled out, running to the tree and kneeling down in front of it with a big smile on his face

you all sat down in the living room and watched as the kids ripped open their presents

"hey, you two have to open mine!" Joe smile at the kids, looking over at the two wrapped presents you two bought for them.

your nephew picked up his present, gasping as he saw a lego star wars set

"woah, thank you!" he said, getting up at hugging you and Joe.

your niece opened the box, seeing a little pearl bracelet and a teddy bear

she tanked you both and smiled widely.

"ok, you open mine" Joe said, passing you a box

you opened the box, seeing a candle, perfume and a necklace with chocolates scattered around the area.

you leaned over and kissed him "thank you" you muttered to him

"eww!" the kids pretended to throw up as you kissed him. Joe laughed at them and pulled out the broccoli from behind him.

their eyes widened and they had scared looks on their faces, quickly apologising

"ok now mine" you said, passing Joe a thin box. he gently pulled the ribbon, lifting the lid and looking down at the little white onesie with blue striped and sleeves that said Yankees

"I think you got the wrong size" your brother in law commented

Joe pulled out the onesie and saw how small it was, he looked down at the box again. seeing a sonogram photo of a little growing baby. Joe looked up at you with watery eyes

"seriously?" he laughed breathlessly

"yeah" you nodded, starting to cry

"this isn't a joke?" a tear fell from his eyes

you shook your head and smiled

you put the box next to him and pulled you into a hug, crying.

"I don't get it. is he crying that it doesn't fit him?" your nephew said

"you're going t have a cousin, Honey" you sister in law said happily.

everyone congratulated you both and hugged you tightly.

#joe mazzelo x reader #joe mazzello #imagines #fluff #christmas #john deacon #joseph mazzello #jurrassic park #bohemian rhapsody #bohrap cast #bohrhap #bohrap boys #there needs to be more fics about the bohrap boys #ben hardy #pregnancy

[whatstruthgottodowithit]

The Present Race

Fandom: RPF, American Actor RPF, British Actor RPF, Bohemian Rhapsody Cast

Pairing: Joe Mazzello x Female Reader

Characters: Joe Mazzello, Female Reader, Gwilym Lee, Ben Hardy, Original Female Character, Original Child Character, Rami Malek,

Word Count: 1100// Rating: Gen

Summary: It's time for a birthday but who will win first place in the present race?

Tags/ Warnings: Tooth Rotting Fluff, Kids, Babies, Birthday Parties, Borhap Cast, Friends, Established Relationship, Requested Fic, Request

Notes: working my way through requests. They're now closed till after halloween challenge

REQUEST - @borhapgirlforlife19

Can I request a fluffy Joe Mazzello × fem. reader oneshot where it's their daughter's first Birthday and they have a party at their house with Joe's family, reader's family, and the Borhap cast there? Also, Joe sits on the floor opening her gifts with his daughter beside him and she helps Joe tear off the wrapping paper and she lights up when he shows her the gifts and everybody takes pictures and gushes over how adorable she is?

‘Oh open mine first,’ Rami said grabbing a sleek square parcel off of the floor and handing it to Joe. He was sitting on the floor of the lounge, piles of presents around him and his daughter, Ellie, in between his legs. She was watching everyone excitedly though she didn’t quite understand the reason they were all gathered around was for her. It was her first birthday and though Joe and Y/N hadn’t gone all out with a massive birthday party they had invited their close friends around for dinner and cake to celebrate. 

‘Oh yeah put us all to shame,’ Ben chuckled as Joe took it off his friend. 

‘Yeah, get in first and hope we can’t outdo right Rami?’ Gwilym said with a smile. 

‘What can I say,’ he shrugged, ‘there’s a reason he picked me to be godfather.’ 

‘We picked,’ Y/N said coming to sit down beside Rami on the couch. 

‘Shall we just get our coat, Ben?’ Gwilym said with a chuckle. 

‘Think we better had mate,’ Ben chuckled. 

Before anyone could say anything else Ellie made a frustrated noise. She had been sitting looking up at Joe who was unknowingly holding the present just out of her grasp. Joe noticed her and said, ‘oh sorry honey.’

He placed the package on the floor where she immediately started to paw at it grasping the neat wrapping in her chubby grip. With a giggle of excitement, she yanked at it squealing as chunks of it started to come off in her hand. 

‘Be careful mate,’ Ben said, ‘she might have your hand off.’

‘She’s got good taste,’ Rami said. Soon enough Joe started helping her and they pulled off all the wrapping paper until it was completely unwrapped. It was a small shoe box which once Joe opened revealed a tiny pair of trainers. 

‘Are those trainers?’ Ben asked.

‘Not just any they’re bloody Gucci,’ Gwilym said with a whistle. 

‘Nice,’ Joe said, ‘I mean she will one hundred per cent kick them off after five minutes but they’re pretty neat.’ 

‘Oh they’ll be on the floor of any store we go to within seconds but they’re pretty cute I must say,’ Y/N said.

As if to prove her parent’s point Ellie took that opportune moment to grab one of the shoes in her scrunched-up fist and launch it out towards where the boys were sitting though it somehow went backwards clunking Joe on the head. 

‘Ouch,’ Joe said which only made her giggle. 

‘Well that was worth it even if she won’t wear them,’ Rami laughed. 

‘Yeah very funny,’ Joe grumbled. His moaning wasn’t taken notice of for long though as Ellie was up off her bottom and crawling towards the neat pile of presents a little way out of her reach. She grabbed out for one but Joe merely leaned forward and took it out of her reach. 

‘Dada,’ she grumbled though her pout seemed to retreat as he placed it in front of her. She immediately started tugging the paper off. 

‘I guess we’re not allowed to know who this one is off are we El,’ Y/N chuckled. 

‘It’s me,’ Gwilym said as Ellie continued to ravage what was now showing to be a big box. The box was brightly coloured something that seemed to get the baby’s attention immediately. 

‘What is it?’ Rami asked peering over Ellie’s head which was blocking his view. 

‘This pull-along toy thing,’ Gwilym said, ‘it’s a caterpillar you pull along. Meant to help with walking and stuff. And it’s good for motor skills and-’

‘And you did pages of research right Gwil?’ Joe chuckled. 

‘Well you gotta get it right, right?’ he asked, a little tinge of pink now across his cheeks and nose.

‘Well if not just throw cash at it right?’ Ben said. 

‘Hey just because that’s what you do with all the girls in your life,’ Rami said holding his hands up and making a laugh ring out around the room. Even Ellie giggled along oblivious to the joke she’d missed. 

‘It’s lovely Gwil,’ Y/N said looking at the ornate wooden toy her daughter had seemingly lost all interest in as it was discarded with the shoes as she headed back to the other present that was laying just out of her reach. 

‘Looks like she’s not too fussed,’ Rami said. 

‘That’s because our girl has taste,’ Ben said sliding off of the couch until he was sitting in a similar position to Joe, legs splayed around the present that was in front of him. Ellie crawled to it, pulling herself up on the large box as she got there. She stood wobbling slightly. 

‘What do you think El?’ Ben said, ‘should we open it?’ 

‘Open,’ she giggled banging on the box with her chubby fist. 

‘You don’t have to tell me twice,’ Ben said pulling wrapping paper off the box with little help from Ellie. 

‘What is it?’ Gwilym said. 

‘A baby drumkit,’ Rami said.

‘Oh great,’ Y/N said. 

‘Yeah thanks man,’ Joe said as Ben opened the box and pulled it out. It was a plastic stand with individual sections that could be played. Buttons and knobs for turning. Bright lights and things to fiddle with littered the small console. 

‘Hey,’ Ben said, ‘it’s our job to make sure she drives you up the wall. Besides, it’s not just a drumkit. It’s a complete set of musical instruments in one handy console.’ 

As if that was her cue Ellie started banging on some of the buttons making it whizz to life. A sickly-sweet voice rang out saying, ‘dog!’ which was then followed by a woof. Ben moved around, his hand on Ellie’s side keeping her upright as she started to smash the buttons under her fingers. A cacophony of animal noises rang out around the room not waiting for the machine to finish speaking before it was announcing the next one. 

‘Am I back in the running for best present then?’ Rami said looking between his friends. 

‘Let’s see how long it takes the batteries to run out before we make a decision huh?’ Joe chuckled. 

‘You like it El?’ Ben said looking into the baby’s round hazel eyes. She nodded, ‘gizza kiss then,’  Ben said placing his cheek in front of her as two chunky fists slapped him roughly in the face before drool-covered lips placed a kiss on his cheek. 

‘Now there’s a review we can’t compete with,’ Gwilym said. 

‘What did you expect?’ Y/N laughed, ‘Ben’s got a way with women.’ 

#my writing #the present race #joe mazzello x you #joe mazzello fic #joe mazzello x reader #ben hardy #gwilym lee #rami malek #fluff

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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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𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fluff

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: wherever they go, it seems they can’t escape each other

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 6.09k

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: smoking, drinking, kissing, getting ~steamy~, but nothing explicit.

𝐚/𝐧: this kinda feels melodramatic at times, but over all i think this is an alright fic that took me forever LOL! i hope you enjoy it! btw,

this can be read as ben!rog or just rog, i just was thinking of ben!rog when i wrote it

also if u wanna listen to kiwi while listening, the vibes would be immaculate and i reccomend it :D kk enjoy

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Her footsteps were mute as she padded forward on the concrete, searching furiously through her crochet bag. The box in her hands stayed tightly gripped though, Roger noted. He waited a bit until he was certain she had no chance of finding what he thought she was looking for, and that he would be her last resort.

“Need a light?”

He watched with careful eyes as the girl next to him fumbled about to pick out a cigarette from the nearly emptied box, probably just some cheap ones from the gas station near the dorms.

“Yes, thanks.”

The brunet nodded, bringing his forward to her’s and inhaling, a few loose embers falling to the ground in a sparkling orange flurry.

Roger observed the way her chipped nails on ring adorned fingers shakily held the cigarette as she brought it to her lips, taking a very long drag.

It was windy out that night (which was the reason he was telling himself he decided not to bother with his Zippo), her silky black dress doing barely a thing to keep her covered from the chilly temperatures. He noticed the blue tint to her formerly painted lips, only a pale stain of color left behind. He also happened to notice the goosebumps that graced her exposed arms and legs, and her slight shiver that came with it.

The girl nervously adjusted the twisted strap to her purse, sending a glance in Rog’s direction every once in a while, but mostly she kept her gaze fixed on the stars above. She seemed to be mesmerized by the way they twinkled so brightly, even in the polluted sky. The bottles of liquor in her purse clinked together, and she cringed visibly at the sound, a shiver being sent through her bones.

He smiled at her behavior, oddly endeared by it, perhaps even enchanted.

“What’s your name?”

She turned, taking the stick from between her lips. Roger kept his eyes glued to the plump flesh momentarily despite the movement away from the area.

“That’s none of your business, Roger.” She smiled, a playful look set ablaze in her eyes.

He looked down, putting his hands up in mock surrender.

“How do you know my name, then?” He questioned curiously, slanting his eyes and quirking a brow.

“Your band.” Her voice seemed softer, almost a fond tone set within it.

“You’ve seen us play?”

“Yeah, you guys are good.”

“You’re a fan then?”

She chuckled, looking to her feet.

“I wouldn’t go that far.”

He laughed, nodding yet again.

They stayed together for some time, silently and mutually agreeing that enough had been said. They finished off their smokes, and with that, she turned to go.

“Bye, Roger.”

He bit his lip, feeling the sting shoot through him. He was conflicted on if to make a move, not wanting to diminish his confident and cool reputation he believed he had built for himself. He settled for shouting something along the lines of “will I see you around?” (which upon thinking back over it, maybe it wasn’t that cool), to which she only shrugged and kept walking.

He could hear the bottles loudly clanking together as she sauntered off, lord knows where to. He watched her go until she turned the corner, tossing one final look in his direction before continuing on, leaving him in deep thought.

-

“I’m telling you, mate, she was drop dead gorgeous. And I have no idea who she is, no name or anything!”

Brian rolled his eyes, tossing his notebook across the room onto the yellow sofa Roger was resting on, turning his full attention to his distraught friend.

“Well, did you ask her for her name?”

He shook his head, rolling his eyes in a similar manner to Bri. “Yes, I did. She said it was ‘none of my business’.” He scoffed, twirling a single drumstick between his fingers while tapping his foot repeatedly, annoying Brian to no end (per usual). The curly headed man only barked out a laugh, finding the entire situation quite humorous, if he was being honest.

“But she knew the band! Said that she thought we were good. S’ like she couldn’t make up her damn mind.” He grumbled, slumping forward.

“Wait, she knows the band?”

The drummer looked at him like he had two heads nodding slowly.

“Yeah, what about it?”

Brian stood up and sighed, grabbing his guitar and headed to the edge of the bar’s stage, resting behind the curtain briefly.

“You really are thick, Roger.”

“Hey, what’s that supposed to mean?” He joined him by the curtain, noticing Tim had come up behind the pair.

“What’s all this about, then?”

“Nothing.” Brian and Roger replied in unison. Tim huffed, making his way onto the stage where the growing crowd was waiting. Cheers could be heard for the frontman as he introduced himself, saying something about how the rest of the band would be out in a second, and that they were just having some “sound issues”.

“Rog, if she’s a fan, she’s probably here tonight, yes?”

His eyes widened, and he suddenly began to feel quite dumb, not that he would admit it.

“Yeah, I suppose so…but she said she wasn’t a fan?” He trailed off, confused.

“She probably was just saying that for some reason. I don’t know, women are odd, they like to play hard to get.” Brian commented, oddly flippant for how conflicting his statement was.

Roger stood in place for a moment, still greatly confused what Brian was trying to get at. He shook his head and furrowed his brows, trying to put together the puzzle of this mess in his mind.

“Roger, for God's sake, don’t think about it, just go.”

Following his advice, Roger did his best to disregard any previous thoughts of confusion, a switch flipping in his mind. He stood taller, saying, “You know what Bri, maybe you’re right.”

“Great, go on then.” He watched as Roger bounded out with a newfound adrenaline and a smile plastered on his face, rolling his eyes for what wouldn’t be the final time that night at his bandmate’s antics.

As soon as he had made it behind his kit, he was scanning the crowded room, trying to locate the girl from last night. He watched the door throughout the performance, trying to see if she might have just come in a bit late. He held the hope she would somehow show up with him in his mind, but all to no avail.

The entire night, he couldn’t shake the thought of her lips from his mind, or the way the skin of her neck was so open and exposed, practically begging for him to attack it with his own lips. And with the way things were going thus far, he was sure that pretty face of her’s would be the death of him, he was certain, in fact.

“Find her?” Bri had questioned almost as soon as they had ended for the night, the lot of them now working on cleaning up.

“Nah. She never showed up.”

“I’m sorry, Rog. Maybe you’ll see her again soon, the campus isn’t that huge, you know.” Roger’s mouth formed a thin line as he raised his eyebrows, not convinced in the slightest that the situation proposed would occur.

“At this point I’m wondering if she’s even a bloody student here.” Roger grumbled, obviously no longer feeling the initial electric adrenaline of the night's performance.

Brian frowned, placing a sympathetic hand on his friend's shoulder and patting it once or twice before standing to go finish packing up.

It was later now, and the boys were finally leaving the bar, bidding their goodbyes to those around them. Roger walked out the front (in what Tim and Brian joked was a ‘moping manner’), hearing the bell jangle above his head, ringing annoyingly in his ear. The cold air hit him like an arctic breeze (or a ton of bricks, he wasn’t sure which description was more fitting). He shook his head and blinked a few times, as if that would rid his body of the frigid feeling. He sighed dramatically and pulled his corduroy jacket tighter around himself, watching as his breath made a small cloud in front of him.

“Roger?”

He turned, recognizing the voice immediately.

“Having a pity party, are you?” She giggled out, wrapping her arms around her middle.

“It’s only me, so no. Not a party.”

She “ahh”-d in understanding, her mouth forming into a sly grin. Her lips were a pale pink color that night, her eyes a bright blue shade. And similarly to the night previous, she was graced with only a brown fringed dress, her matching boots in one hand, a lit cigarette in the other.

“Then what would it be if I joined you?”

He stood in thought, tilting his head. “I think then, yeah, it would be a party.”

“Do you not get cold, ever?” He added after a beat of silence, observing her ill outfit choice for the frosty climate. She rolled her eyes, muttering out a brief “ha, ha.”

Roger couldn’t help but bite his lip, holding back a laugh.

“I do on occasion get a little bit chilly. But I like the feeling.”

He tilted his head, walking over to where she was leaning against the brick wall of the dive bar. He turned to face her, not that she noticed, putting his weight on the rough surface behind him.

“It makes me feel,” she hesitated, struggling to find the right word, although she felt it was right on the tip of her tongue.

“Alive?”

She finally met his eyes after what seemed like forever, softly nodding. To him, she looked like an angel in that moment, the street light so beautifully illuminating her locks like a halo around her. He reached a cautious hand forward, dragging it against her cheek, down to her bottom lip.

Her mind was screaming at her to leave while she still could, to somehow not fall in the mix of the infamous campus player that was Roger Taylor.

But her heart? Well, as cliche as it sounds, her heart was telling her to disregard any reasonable thoughts and just kiss the bastard, for God’s sake.

And if anyone knew Y/n Y/l/n, they knew that most times, she would listen to the latter mentioned, rather than the former. And so after several moments of unbearable silence, she decided she would. Catching on relatively fast, Roger took her flush against him, Y/n able to feel his breath fanning over her face.

She leaned forward with a small smile, placing her hands on either side of his face. Her eyes wandered to his plump and rosy lips, adrenaline pumping through her veins. But before she could make the final leap, so to say, Brian, of all people, called out her name in a confused nature, squinting, believing that it might have been his eyes deceiving him. The girl from his 9 a.m. lecture could not possibly be about to snog his bandmate.

Impossible.

Her eyes widened, head turning immediately when hearing her name fall from his lips.

“Brian, hey!”

“Wait, you two know each other?”

Ignoring Roger’s (panicked) question, Brian walked over, a look of amazement still prevalent in his features. She moved from Roger’s side over to Brian, giving him a side hug, Bri’s arm resting on her shoulders.

“I see you’ve met Y/n. She’s in my astronomy class.”

She smiled brightly as the neon signs lining the downtown district of bars and restaurants alike, meeting Brians gaze.

“Yup, got to love Dr. Martin’s lectures.” She chuckled, the tall man next to her doing the same.

Picking up on Roger’s absolutely bewildered appearance, still taking in the situation unfolding in front of him, Brian took the liberty of initiating another conversation.

“So, Y/n, did you see the show tonight?”

She frowned, crossing her arms.

“Wanted to, but no, got caught up in the library. I have my final for statistics on Thursday, or else I would have been there.” She locked eyes with Roger, giving him a soft smile. Suddenly changing her demeanor, she reached into her bag she always seemed to have with her, pulling out those cheap cigarettes and her Zippo. She lit one of the sticks, inhaling.

“In fact, I heard your drummer was incredible, so I thought I would try to see him in action tonight.” Her gaze never left Rogers as she conversed, her mouth pressed in a line, the rest of her face completely neutral.

“But you’ve seen us before Y/n, he’s been with the band for quite some time.”

“I mean, I wanted to see him with a fresh pair of eyes, a different perspective, I guess.”

Still mildly confused, Brain shook his head and muttered something like “Right, okay” to which Y/n softly smiled at before dropping the cigarette from her hand. Barefoot, she couldn’t reach down to step on it, have the sparks die out under her toes.

“Could one of you get that, please?”

Roger nodded immediately, his boot finding its way quickly, the toe of it making a circular motion. His eyes stayed on Y/n, as had hers before. And despite the bustling city around them, Hell, even despite Brian’s perplexed stare, it felt oddly intimate, as if they were locked onto each other’s view (not that they were complaining).

But they weren’t, as she proved mere seconds later, abruptly bidding them goodbye and heading the opposite direction.

The pair of boys watched her as she went, heads tilted and jaws dropped to where if their mothers were present, they would be scolded to “close their mouths before they catch flies in there!”.

“That’s her, you know.” Roger commented bluntly, slightly shaking his head and then popping his lip.

Brian took a moment, turning toward his friend, stuttering.

“As in, her, her? Y/n is mystery girl?” He laughed, shaking his head in disbelief. “Yeah, well, good luck with that, Rog.”

“Why would I need that, Brian?” He challenged, putting his hands on his hips, lifting his chin. Brain kept his assumed position, moving his hand to scratch at his neck.

‘Well, I’m sure if you hang out around her enough, you’ll find out.”

Rather than shouting out at him, asking him what the Hell he meant, as he really wanted to, Roger paid Bri no attention, not even giving him a second look before under his breath saying “I’ll see you later”, and in what Brian considered to be a quite shocking turn of events, bolting off in the direction Y/n had gone.

He ignored the shouts from Brian, ignored the judgmental stares and loud whispers of those who recognized him from the band. He no longer cared about keeping his ‘cool reputation’, not when she was so close.

“Is that Roger Taylor?”, “Oi, isn’t that the drummer from the band at the pub?”, “Hey, why’s he buggin’ out?” all flooded his ears, usually followed by what seemed to be snickering, making a desperate attempt to cloud his mind from his self-assigned mission. But it was no use, as he was set on catching up to her. In fact, she was so close he swore he could smell the mixed scent that was uniquely her, smoke and her perfume.

He hollered her name, God, he yelled it till his throat was hoarse, just ‘cause he could. He loved the way it rolled off his tongue, he loved the fact he even had learned it to begin with, and that alone was probably why he adored it so much.

She heard his cries, turning where she stood and tilting her head.

“Roger? What on Earth are you doing?”

He finally met her, bent over on his hands and knees, breath lost in totality. She placed a concerned hand on his sweaty head, combing through his chocolate locks. He would have shivered at the feeling, if he had the energy. Rather, he looked up with the goofiest smile she’d ever seen, resembling a golden retriever, or german shepherd perhaps, in human form.

‘D’you wanna go somewhere with me? Hang out a bit?”

She nodded, holding out a hand.

“Lead the way.”

-

“Mom and Dad want me to be some kind of a scientist, study the stars.”

“Yeah? And what do you think about that.”

She tilted her head, shifting her position.

“I’m not quite sure. I wouldn’t be against it, that I know. The stars are beautiful, but they aren’t where my heart lies, I guess.”

He turned to face her, their noses almost touching. She could feel his breath fanning over her face, and the proximity sent butterflies through her stomach.

“I want to be an actress.” She all but whispered, turning her attention back to the full night sky and the wonders that hung in it.

“An actress, huh?”

She only hummed a confirmation, moving her left hand to pick at the cool grass under her palms.

“I could see that. You, I mean, on the big screens.”

She turned, and Roger swore he had never seen anyone smile so big before in his life.

“Really?”

His own smile grew, and she nodded vigorously, the two of them beginning to laugh. He pulled her closer by her shoulders, unaware of where the conversation would lead.

“I’ll go to New York. You’ll see me on billboards in Times Square.”

“Well, that’s nice to know. I’ll just be a lone dentist somewhere, while you forget all about me, having lavish parties and such. Whatever it is that famous people do.” His voice was obviously joking, melodramatic was written all over him, yet Y/n couldn’t help but still feel a sliver of guilt.

She hit his arm, rolling back over to face him. She still had a smile glued onto her lips, both of their eyes crinkling at the edges. 

“Oh, shut up, will you? Smile will make it big, and we’ll meet again, when you’re on tour. Or perhaps if I’m filming where you’re performing! We’ll have those nights to ourselves, It’ll be a secret rendezvous.”

She turned to her back again, finding his hand on the damp green, her heart beating a million miles a second as she reached for it, slowly entangling her fingers in his.

“The papers will write about us, Rog, when they find out. ‘Famous actress Y/n Y/l/n seen leaving a hotel with renowned drummer Roger Taylor’ is what the headlines will say. God, what a scene we’ll cause.” Her eyes were full of  excitement as she spoke, her heart feeling like it was so filled with glee that it could soar out of her chest.

“Well, I wanna know the specifics.” Roger sat up, pulling her up with him, she giggled, and the brunette wrapped a hand around her waist. She sat beside him, the streetlight by the backroad she had led them on illuminating her like a silhouette. She bit her lip and grinned, tilting her head up to better exam Rogers angelic features.

“Are you gonna have some bloke waiting for you at home, hmm? Waiting for you while you conquer the world, only for you to break his poor heart?”

“Nah.” Her answer was immediate, her eyes honest as she spoke. “Only a cactus. He’ll be my only friend. I hear it’s lonely in Hollywood, Roger.” He raised his eyebrows briefly at this, choosing his next words.

“You’ll have me?”

His head turned to look at her, admiring the way the pale moonlight illuminated her, the artificial light from the streetlamps not doing her neverending beauty and justice, in his opinion. Their eyes seemed sporadic, searching each other's faces for signs of what they were doing, possibly being wrong, but they found nothing, as expected.

The yearning had become all too much for the inspired pair, and it felt like at last, all they could do, the only thing they could do, was kiss.

So they did. Roger took her face in his hands, closing his beautiful eyes, his eyelashes barely brushing against hers. He leaned forward, joining them together, finding that they immediately moved in a perfect synchronization. They were like two sides of the same coin, and that seemed to be particularly evident in that moment. By the contrast of their lips, or perhaps the aspirations of their careers becoming somehow just a little bit clearer.

But it didn’t matter, none of it did. Not in the long run. So they pulled apart, chests heaving and faces painted with childish grins.

It was quiet then, only the crickets and the howling wind could be heard. But she liked it that way, preferred it, actually. So quiet, in fact, that Roger was able to fall fast asleep, Y/n lying comfortably in his arms. She stared at the stars, then back to his sleeping figure, her mind unable to come to a consensus on what on God's green Earth she was to do. 

She settled for placing a kiss on his jaw, closing her eyes. His eyes only fluttered, never waking completely. She muttered something like “See you, rockstar.” against it, before standing up and walking away, only turning back once to see his sleeping form one more time.

That was the last time for 6 years that he would see Y/n Y/l/n. See her in person, at least.

When he woke up the next morning, he was confused to say the least, wondering why Y/n didn’t wake him, mostly wondering where she had even gone. He looked around himself, patting the green grass beneath him, as if she somehow was invisible and he had missed her upon initial glance. He had shouted for her, his throat still hurting from when he did the same thing only 12 hours previous. 

He had felt out of control, like the one he had been chasing had just slipped through his fingers (which it had). He had remembered asking Bri, day after day, if he had seen her in class, even just seen her around in general. Everytime the answer was the same.

“No Roger”, “I’m sorry, Roger”, “Not today, Roger”. It was a horrible, predictable pattern, that he had enough of. He was supposed to recover from it quickly, bounce back from her almost immediately, as there was basically nothing to bounce back from.

But he couldn’t, and due to such reasons, he supposed he finally understood what Brian had said, or warned, that night before he had gone chasing after her. He got it, in his own sad way.

And over the years, she slowly faded to the back of the drummer's mind, behind groupies, and songs, and shows, and such, just for her to resurface again any time he saw her on a billboard, just as she had promised. But he never let it show, outwardly at least.

He had made Brian swear not to tell the others, never to breathe a word of it to Deaky or Fred. He was embarrassed by it, for some reason, and that’s why he guessed he forbade him from speaking of it. But how long can you keep a silly college secret from your nosy bandmates? Apparently 6 years, tops, for Roger Taylor.

“Alright, everyone. Gather ‘round, I’ve got a surprise.” Freddie had said, his grumbling bunch of friends tired from their day’s work. Though, they usually had grown to appreciate and look forward to Fred’s “surprises”, today everyone was just a tad bit too grumpy to try (a certain Roger Taylor in particular, let’s call it foreshadowing).

“Oh, stop your moaning and whining, please, I promise this will be good!” the eccentric frontman had said, something hidden behind his back in his left hand.

Rog ran a hand through his, now, blond hair, exhaling in such a way that made Freddie slant his eyes, before giving in and rolling them at his flippant behavior.

“What’s going on, Fred?” Brian had been the brave soul to ask, stepping forward and then looking away momentarily to place his guitar onto a stand waiting not so far away.

“I thought you’d never ask.” He replied, jumping down from his place on the risers, removing his hand from his back and holding out what seemed to be 4 tickets to something. He walked down the loosely formed line of men, putting one in each of their extended palms. Roger, at the end of their formation of sorts, became concerned when Brian had burst out laughing, looking to his right, being met with Roger’s face of confusion.

Freddie, possibly more confused than Roger, pressing the piece of thick paper into his hand, his gaze falling onto Brian, who now had tears in his eyes.

“Bri, what’s so… funny. Shit.” He had looked down to the slip, the only words he needed to read to know he was absolutely screwed, being “Jaws” and “Premiere”.

Now, anybody who knew anything, knew that Y/n Y/l/n was going to be in the film that was said to become the blockbuster of the summer, playing the role of Ellen Brody (though a few had said she was far too young for the job). She had been an overnight success in the film industry, gaining popularity from the 1973 film, ‘The Sting’, playing Billie.

And Roger had watched ‘The Sting’, and you can imagine his surprise when Y/n had sauntered onto screen, red lipped and fresh faced. (He had to admit, she looked great in a suit.)

After that, the assault on Roger’s fragile heart was never ending.

Billboards began to pop up even more frequently as she was to star in more films, and it seemed no matter where he was touring, he couldn’t escape her. Whether it was posters, her face printed on newspapers, adverts in about every place business was done for one of her films, he felt like he was being followed. He had even seen an article about her in a magazine, and when he had flipped the page he was greeted with Queen’s smiling faces.

He had stopped watching them after ‘American Graffiti’.

So, he figured that this one wouldn’t be any different, and he simply planned on ignoring said film until he caved, doing his best to avoid her on the silver screen and anywhere else, which hadn’t been too difficult until this point (not).

But this? This was a whole new level of being royally fucked.

“Brian, Rog, something you want to share with the rest of the class?” John had asked, cocking his head and propping his legs up on the coffee table in front of him. Brian began to speak, wrapping an arm around Roger’s shoulders, the shorter man looking up at him with angry fire burning in his eyes.

“Well, I’m honestly quite excited. The film industry has always seemed very intriguing, actually, and I’m looking forward to meeting new people. Rog?”

“No.”

“No?” John repeated, “No, what?” He waved a hand around, trying to understand what Roger’s problem was.

“I just- I don’t- I knew-”

“Roger had a fling with Y/n Y/l/n and she broke his heart.” Brain blurted out, Roger turning and immediately smacking him upside his curly head of hair. He regarded an “Ouch!” before him and the rest of the boys burst out laughing, the drummer not included in that demographic, fuming.

“Rog, darling, when was this? How did we not know?” Freddie managed to breathe out, sitting down next to Deaky on the studio sofa. He crossed his hands and ankles, his full attention turned towards Roger who really, really didn’t wanna have to do this, and who really, really was gonna get Brian back for this later. Would he untune all his guitars? Unplug his amp during rehearsals, perhaps put hair remover in his shampoo? But, that would have to wait until after he was forced to spill his 6 year secret.

“It was in 69-”

“69?!” Freddie had cried out. “It’s been 6 bloody years? And you didn’t think to tell us?”

“Well I didn’t really see a reason it would be necessary to tell you all! In fact, I probably wouldn’t have told you ever if this bloke didn’t have such a big mouth!”

“Hey, watch it.” Brian weighed in, crossing his arms and fluttering his eyes.

“Look, Roger I really don’t see the issue here. We go to the premiere, you just keep a low profile and ignore Y/n, problem solved.” John cut in, trying to be helpful.

Keyword: trying.

“And how exactly will I do that?”

“We will behave, I promise.” Freddie added, though Roger seemed to be having a difficult time believing him or his claim for the others. So Roger only scoffed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Yeah, I’m sure you will.”

-

Cameras were flashing brightly, reporters and such were shouting loudly, and Y/n was already exhausted.

Her red lips were painted like DeAngelo had done it himself, and her hair was styled just the way she liked. The heels she was wearing per request of her stylist, though, were horrible. They looked lovely, yes, but they were digging into her poor ankles, and she still had to wear them for who knew how long. She didn’t complain, though, she wouldn’t dream of it.

She would just continue her slow walk down the carpet, a sultry smile on her face. The black fabric of the gown she was wearing fit her beautifully, snug in all the right places.

She sure hoped it was, at least. Especially because she knew that he would be there.

Roger Taylor, the blessed drummer that managed to make a home in the backburner of her mind, his success coming as no surprise to the actress. She had loved every one of their records, and rather than running from his work like Roger had, she opted for going straight to the record shop, purchasing any and every Queen album in her sight. When she had checked out, the very shocked cashier had made some remark, asking something about “you a fan?”

She had thought about it for a moment, thinking back to all those years ago when Roger had asked the same thing. She smiled, shrugging.

“Yeah, you could say that.”

So when she had worked up the courage to invite the entire band to the premiere (on behalf of Spielberg, of course) she was a nervous wreck to find out they had accepted. Really, ask anyone who had any contact with her in the time from then to the premiere, they could testify that her moodiness had risen like a hot air balloon.

Now, though, she was kind of regretting that she had invited them, looking over to the sharp looking bunch, all dressed to the nines. She scanned her eyes over them, catching a wave from Brian, which she gladly returned with an enthusiastic smile. Bri then tapped Roger on the shoulder to alert him of Y/n’s acknowledgment, which resulted in Y/n’s eyes widening to the size of moons.

She turned her head, and worked to finish up her walk of the carpet just a tad bit faster. It all seemed to be for nothing, though, as in the dark of the theater for the premiere itself, she saw the seat next to her be filled, a presence filling her senses.

“Miss me?”

-

Their hands were all over each other, not truly caring if the tabloids caught a glimpse, just needing to make up for lost time.

They had stumbled into the golden hotel both her and Queen were staying in, the swinging doors of the New York establishment blowing a cool gust of wind in their direction.

They merely laughed at the minor interruption, their teeth clashing as they both smiled momentarily. It was soon forgotten, though, both of them having much more pressing matters in their minds.

They only came to a cease in the elevator, some old couple who most definitely did not care about whatever pressing issue the two of them felt they had, standing off to the side. (Y/n could swear she saw the older woman smirk and wink at her, to which she cocked her head and smiled.)

Once back into the safe confines of Y/n’s suite, they resumed like they had never even stopped, hands gravitating towards the others form as if they were opposite magnets, unable to be separated for too long.

“You’ve driven me crazy, you know that, right? “

She giggled and bit her lip, looking up into his eyes, their foreheads pressed together.

“Mmm? I’d hope so.”

He pulled away, shaking his head, blond locks following suit.

“Really, you have no idea. I haven’t been able to shake you from my head. You’re everywhere.”

Her excitement could barely be contained at his confession of sorts, chest heaving, trying to stay calm.

“Yeah, that was the plan.”

Roger shook his head with a dry chuckle, looking to his feet and back to her when she had tilted his head up, her finger resting on his jaw.

“Well, are you into it?” She questioned, grabbing his hand and pulling their clasped fingers in between their chests, her eyes hazy with hope.

“Yeah.” He titled his head, feigning a pondering look. “You could say I’m kinda into it.”

“Shut it!”

“Make me.”

She rolled her eyes at his stupidly provocative suggestion, and he only laughed, the two of them falling onto the plush comfort of the bed in a meshed flurry for the remainder of the night.

And if you couldn’t guess what could have possibly happened next, the black dress ended up in a pooled up pile next to the bed that night, right next to the heels that finally she had the pleasure of discarding.

The next morning, it was unlike the one 6 years ago, as when Roger woke up, he was overjoyed to find a sleeping Y/n, laying on his chest with hair splayed around her. And he had to say, he usually wasn’t much of a cuddler, but for some reason he felt so incredibly endeared, that anything else wouldn’t have sufficed.

He ran small circles on the exposed skin of her bare shoulder, the comforter concealing the rest of her limbs that were tangled up with Roger’s.

When she stirred, Roger sat up, fondly watching as her eyes fluttered open and her tongue ran across her dried lips, still carrying a hint of last night's red pigment. She looked next to her, her eyeline matching up with the covered skin of Roger’s lap.

She sighed, shifting her head to rest on his thighs as her feet dangled off of the bed. One of Roger’s hands came up to softly massage the top of her head, the other against the headboard, behind his neck. She stared at the ceiling, an unreadable expression creeping its way to her features.

“We were jacked up last night.” Roger’s voice cut through the silence they shared, deeper in the late morning than she had heard before.

“Correction, you were jacked up.”

“Whatever.”

They laughed, silence soon taking over once again. Roger sighed, closing his ever tired eyes.

“Are we gonna pay for this?”

She scoffed, inhaling deeply before reaching over to the nightstand, grabbing her carton of cigarettes. He noticed they were the same brand from college, a small smile making its way to his face at the thought.

She first lit hers, then lighting a second one for the man occupying her king sized bed (though she wasn’t even slightly upset by this, quite the opposite). She handed it to him, sticking her own between her lips and sitting up, straddling where her head had been minutes before.

She leaned forward, so close their noses were to the point where they were nearly touching. She took the cigarette from her lips, blowing the smoke to the left of Rog in the direction of the large balcony overlooking Times Square. She turned her attention back to him, though it had never really left, tilting her head.

“Do you regret it?”

“No.” The answer came immediately, no careful consideration or pondering needed.

“Right.” She removed herself from him, standing and taking the sheet with her, letting it cover her like a renaissance dress. She walked over to the balcony, leaning against the frame of the double doors. She took another drag, an adoring smile spreading across her face.

“Then there’s your answer.”

She paused, Roger tilted his head, his brows lifting.

“Of course we will.”

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