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yournotsolocalcryptid · 1 year

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summary: Billy busts his stitches as you find an intruder in your home

pairing(s): Billy/Four x gn!reader

word count: 1.7k

Warnings: emotions, repressed feelings, angst, fluff, mention of hospitals, blood and injury, negative and complex emotions. poor writing skills, poor proofreading and editing, an american writing a brit. i think thats it? I know its been too long since the last part but here ya go

“Hi!” the man said with a wave and a quick smile.

“Who the fuck are you?”

“I’m One”

“Okay…One… get out”

“ can’t Sorry”

“You Can't?” your voice was getting louder “why not? Why are you here?” your tone was steady and determined, not at all mimicking the panic you were feeling on the inside “GET. OUT.”

“Look, I just need to speak to the boy”

“Why”

The man paused, watching you for a moment, calculating a response “He broke a promise”

“Join the club”

The corners of his mouth twitched upwards at your quick rebuttal he composed himself and leaned forward so his elbow rested on his knees “look, normally i wouldn't let anyone sit in on the discussion we’re gonna have but ill make an exception for you. This is going against my better judgment and breaks so many rules but you may stay.”

“I MAY STAY?!” you nearly bellowed

One winced, deeply regretting his phrasing but responded by shifting his eyeline behind you and letting out a loud “FOUR!”

You heard a thump and your bedroom door swinging open and Billy appeared panicked, if your voice hadn't woken him, Ones sure as hell did.

“So nice of you to join us” one said with a petty smile as he leaned back again and pulled a gun from inside his jacket which he rested calmly on the cushion beside him.

“Shit”

“Yeah, shit is right my friend. Did you think i wouldn't find you? Did you really think id just let you go?”

“Billy w-what's going on?” your eyes shifted from one to billy. Billys face was sad, panicky and apologetic as he met your gaze.

“Wait- you haven't even told them yet?” one was shocked then after a moment he started laughing. You looked back at the strange man who collected himself enough to say “well… are ya gonna? Cuz nows your chance big guy.”

Your gaze flipped back to your former… whatever he was to you “what's he talking about?” you paused hoping he’d respond, his mouth dropped open but he uttered no words, his eyes big and regretful. You turned your body and faced him fully “Billy?” you grabbed one of his hands as you attempted to get him to finally tell you the truth but you stopped as you felt how clammy his hand felt. You glanced down and let it drop from your hands, you looked up again and saw his face had paled “Billy?” you asked, scared and concerned, one of your hands went to softly cup his cheek. Your eyes shifted from his face and slowly down his body until you saw his other hand pressed to his abdomen with red seeping into his shirt around his hand. “Shit” you breathed as you gingerly moved his hand

“shit“ he agreed

“Okay…” your mind was racing “your stitches probably bust. we should-”

“No more hospitals”

“But-”

“I agree no more hospitals” the man piped up

You whirled around, your hands not leaving Billys body, and snapped “you shut up” you faced billy again, “babe this could be really bad, we should-” He shook his head, his hand cupped your cheek “no hospital” he pleads “I know its been a long time but I'm sure you remember enough from patching us up back in the day to fix me”

You stared into his eyes for a moment before, captivated by the trust radiating from him. You nodded and you lead him to the bathroom. He sat on the closed toilet seat and you grabbed your first aid kit, hoping there'd be enough of what you’d need and convincing yourself it's not as bad as your gut was telling you it is.

You turned to find billy smiling to himself “what?” you asked

“You called me ‘babe’”

You knelt in front of him “and? What of it?”

“You haven't called me that in a long time is all” his hand was clutching his still bleeding abdomen as the splotch on his shirt continued to expand.

“And whose fault is that?” you asked as you tapped his hand, signally him to uncover his wound. He did without hesitation and your hands reached for the hem of his shirt, your mind flashing back to the hundreds of times you'd been in similar situations as kids, as teens, as young adults, as friends, as lovers. You’d patched him up a ton over the years because of his insistence on being a “physical badass” as he put it. Billy has been nearly obsessed with mastering parkour since he was a kid and you always supported him even tho the number of times he got- sometimes seriously- hurt was hard for you to see. But you learned to patch him up and he taught you some cool stuff too. You were by no means good at parkour but you had gotten pretty agile and gained some decent skills.

It's been a while, obviously, and this was different. This wasn't a scrape or a skinned knee or even a dislocated joint, this was a deep open wound that had just been reopened. You were nervous, your hands shook as you grabbed the hem of his shirt and lifted it over his head. You dropped the shirt to the floor and billy grabbed your trembling hand.

“Hey, It’s okay. You’ve got this, love” you couldn't look at him, your eyes focused on the first aid kit next to his discarded shirt. “I trust you. I know I fucked up and I know you need time and answers. I will tell you everything in time. I promise. But I need time too. I don't even know where to start with it all” you still couldn't look up at him. His big green eyes always gave him away, always expressed exactly what he was thinking and feeling and always made you melt a little. You didn't know what he’d been through but you deserved answers, sooner rather than later.

“I trust you” he whispered again

“Well isn't that sweet”

Billys eyes shifted to the door where this ‘one’ now leaned against the frame while yours slid shut in an attempt to collect yourself. You stood and with a muttered “fuck off” you gave one a shove and closed the door in his face. You returned to your spot in front of billy, took a deep breath and started attending to his ripped stitches. You’d stitched him up once before after a misstep that resulted in a gash on his leg. He had insisted on no hospitals then as well and so you’d researched the basics of giving stitches and purchased the supplies most of which were still in your first aid kit.

You could feel billys eyes on you as you worked but you needed to ignore him and focus on having steady hands and make sure everything was as sanitary as possible given this was being done in your bathroom. Billys breathing was heavy and he was hissing and swearing under his breath every so often. You knew he had to be in a lot of pain, once or twice you winced with him, but you had to keep going. There was no stopping now, the second you’d started it was too late for either of you to change your minds.

When you were finally done sewing him up, you finally glanced up at him and found him again looking at you with soft emotional eyes. You looked away, grabbed the gauze, covered the wound and said as you collected the items you’d strewn across the floor “we’ll need to change the gauze and reapply the disinfectant every few hours. You will not make any sudden movements or do anything to rip them again, yeah?” you stood and when you heard his soft “yeah” in response you headed to the kitchen sink to wash the blood from your hands.

“You guys are just so darn cute”

You gritted your teeth, rinsed the red-tinted soap down the drain and dried your hands. You turned to face the peculiar and irritating man “what promise?”

He looked taken aback, you weren't sure if it was your question or demeanor or something else entirely but it was written all over his features when he didn't answer you restated your question

“What was the promise he broke?”

“To you or to me?”

“You”

One sighed and gestured to the chair across from where he was seated on your couch. You obliged and sat. he leaned forward, elbows on his knees again “since it seems he will not be filling you in any time soon I suppose I will.”

Your brow furrowed, knitting closer and closer together, and your mind raced as he spoke. You of course wanted to know about billy and his part in all this but one question stayed at the forefront of your mind as one rambled on. Why was he telling you all this?

When you asked you expected a short snarky answer maybe real maybe not but here he was telling you in detail about his operation and about everything they’d done. He went through each member and listed their skills and what they’d agreed to when joining him. He even went through how everyone's death was faked. By keeping tabs on you and by risking everything to feel near you and hopefully re-enter your life he’d broken every rule he agreed to when joining them and how he’d missed something because he was distracted by you and he landed himself in the hospital.

There was a pause after he’d finished then,

“Your turn”

You didn't move to look at him having expected this was transactional, but you still couldn't figure out why he’d told you so much. you said simply “he left, he lied, he hurt me”

You felt One’s eyes burning a hole in your head after a moment he said in a surprisingly soft and genuine tone “that seems like an oversimplification of a lot of history and a lot of promises” and he wasn't wrong

You murmured a soft “yeah” and stood. You turned, unsurprised to find Billy standing somewhere between the bathroom and where you and One were sitting, his eyes big and round and sad. His body language radiated shame from where he stood. “Ill give you two some time to talk” and with that, you went into your bedroom and closed the door.

Even though you'd only been awake for a few hours you were so emotionally wrung out from the past few days that as you laid down you knew you’d fall asleep, and you were so ready for it. And you did.

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violetmuses · 2 years

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Black Rose || Chapter 9

Author’s Note: It's time! As a warning, this chapter includes dark content, strong language, angst and other possibly triggering themes. Please read at your own risk.

2013

Leo Hill

Even after “joining” our group back in the day, I’ve watched it all from the sidelines ever since Drew and Russ walked into the shop. I’d picked up that trade in an effort to make money and fall back on something just in case my dream didn’t work out.

“About time.” I was in the middle of drinking coffee in the kitchen on my day off when this long-awaited subject line pinged on one email:

Subject Line: Findings Updated.

For as long as I could remember, I’d always been fascinated by family history, whether it related to me or not. Not only had I made a point to help Cyrus find his biological brother, but we moved deeper, trying to figure out why he never favored his mother from a genetic standpoint.

Although recessive traits were known around families, something still didn’t add up. This case had bothered me ever since, even if Russ and Tobias didn’t make a bigger deal out of this scenario.

“Oh, shit.” I pulled back and covered my mouth, scaling over exactly what I’d read at this point. Hurrying to call Russ, I should’ve speed-dialed or something just to stop letting my own heart race.

"What’s up?” On the line hand during the phone call, Russ answered by that second ring and sounded exhausted for whatever despite this weekend’s usual happiness.

“Bro, I found more information. Remember how we couldn’t figure out why your family isn't really lining up?” I shouldered the phone, but kept glancing towards my laptop screen in one way or another.

“Recessive traits, L. Stop tripping.” Russ yawned on the other line and probably hadn’t reached for coffee yet. Relatable.

“Nah, it’s bigger than that. Someone in your family was placed in foster care about two years after you were born.” I squinted, scrolling down on my screen again to see more information.

“You found one of my cousins? That’s dope.” Cyrus aimed to guess and joy perked up in his voice by now.

“No, closer than that.” I lowered my voice, which sent him back into reality. Silence reached for the phone this time before he spoke up.

“What are you saying, L?” Speaking up on the other line, Russ handed over that extremely logical and fair question. Of course, I had no other choice but to answer him.

“Keep score. You’ve got another brother, man. Born in 1981.” It wasn’t long before I finally brought down the hammer. Enough was enough.

“Damn. So far, there’s three of us.” Russ whispered. “Tobias, me and this new cat.”

“Yep.” I affirmed.

“What’s his name?” Cyrus questioned.

“Let’s see. He was adopted by Italians who lived not far away from us. I’m about to check his name for good now because that could have been anybody, y’know?” I scoffed without explaining some kind of joke.

“Right, right.” Cyrus understood my point again. We had lived around people like that most of our lives anway and those particular surnames were common in New York to begin with.

“What the fuck?!” I nearly jumped out of this kitchen table’s chair and nearly dropped my cell phone.

“Yo, what happened?” Cyrus shouted on the other line. My heart dropped and raced all at the same time.

“Shit! No way. No way. That’s impossible.” I stammered over and over again, trying to blink away what I’d just read from the laptop screen.

“What happened, L? Whose name do you see?” Cy repeated himself before I could even pick up the phone and calm down.

“Bro, you gotta come back down here. I can't give out everything else over the phone.” I shook my head again and hung up our call, still surprised.

______

Days after we freaked out together during that phone call, Cyrus returned to my neck of the woods. He even brought Tobias and Drew along with him. I set out printed pages of the family tree like blueprint documents. Soon after, these two three men sat next to each other with baited breath, already searching for more of the truth.

“Where’s the jackpot?” Cyrus put both eyes downward and faced the printed pages as if staring down another enemy.

“Right here.” Instead of beeline straight towards his father’s lineage, I pointed near his mother’s end of these documents and slid my finger downward three times:

First Biological Child - Tobias

Second Biological Child - Cyrus

Third Biological Child - Eric.

“What the hell?” Cyrus’s voice bridged between bewilderment and anger, probably trying to figure out how to even feel right now. I couldn’t blame him at all.

“Same Mom. Different Dads.” I whispered through the silence.

“That explains so much.” Cyrus nearly fell back in the chair, but Tobias and Drew were there to keep upright.

“It explains everything. Think about it, fellas: How would any complete stranger know that much personal information about Dad to begin with?” Cyrus blinked tears away.

“In my opinion, something felt off when Eric would still visit the club despite so many warnings from us already. Now, it all makes sense.” Drew finally chimed in.

“What’s the move now, are you calling a truce?” I asked, clearing my throat.

“Not yet. I gotta figure out why he kept all these secrets from me.” Cyrus bolted after sitting down and we couldn’t help following behind him.

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“What is wrong with you?” Russ yelled straight at Eric the following night. No looking back this time around.

“What are you talking about?” Eric rasped his voice while standing in one VIP section of the club. On the other hand, Tobias kept his distance and returned home to avoid this kind of drama.

“You’re my brother?” Cyrus nearly shoved this man, but stopped himself. Too many witnesses.

“How do you know?” At that moment, Eric froze and turned to face all of us. Cyrus folded both arms, pissed.

“All documented.” I asserted. “Tell the truth. Did you know about your real family this entire time?”

“Yeah. Found out in 2002.” Eric deadpanned.

“And you never told Cyrus?” I pointed backward and Cyrus was on the brink of losing it. Whether anger or sadness would show up, I couldn’t tell yet.

“How was I supposed to say anything? Back then, Cyrus was out here taking people down everywhere. Do you really think I’d want to be in the crossfire?” Eric tried to defend himself, but we all called bullshit.

“Who’s your Dad?” Cyrus lowered his voice this time and we all listened.

“Your father killed him.” Eric shocked us with those words.

“Underwood was your Dad?” Cyrus bellowed out of the question and ended pacing.

“Yes.” Eric confirmed.

#family dynamics #tw angst #strong language #mafia tw #ben barnes #joel kinnaman #my ocs do not steal #black rose #chapter 9 #this changes everything #i've been waiting so long #team eric #team cyrus #tom hardy #plot twist #i've been waiting to write this one #tw: violence #dark themes

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lazyjellyfish300 · 2 months

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The Woman He Didn't Choose part 2🥀

AU Bachelor!Miguel O'Hara x Fem contestant Reader

Synopsis: the aftermath of the show as you and Miguel move on(sort of). The first part is mostly from his POV then transitions into your experience on the spinoff show- Singles in Paradise where you have a second shot at finding love. Word count: 6k

A/N: Sorry to any Xina fans, I made her OOC and quite mean in this one. I haven't read the comics but from what I've heard of her and seen so far she's one of the canon love interests I like the most. (Even tho I shamelessly self ship with Miguel lolol bc as far as I know ATSV Miguel is separate from comic Miguel Soo until we hear otherwise I'm gonna be delulu.)

Also, I am sorry if any of the couple pairings in this part bother you, it's purely for the purpose of the plot since we're supposed to be on another dating show and I am too lazy to create a bunch of OCs. If you're unfamiliar with the show Bachelor in Paradise, here's a clip to give you an idea. Basically, it's another dating show usually in a tropical location where single people couple up, and new arrivals come in every so often and ask people on dates to shake things up, leading to drama and chaos, and couples can choose to stay together or break up in the end and there's typically an engagement. DISCLAIMER: I HAVE NO RIGHTS TO THE SHOWS THE BACHELOR OR BACHELOR IN PARADISE, ALL RIGHTS TO THE OWNERS. I CHANGED THE NAME OF THE SHOW IN THE STORY.

TW: MINORS DNI, ANGST, RACIAL MICROAGGRESSIONS ABOUT ESL AND FAMILY STRUCTURE(IF THAT'S SENSITIVE FOR YOU PLEASE SKIP ❤️) EMOTIONAL ABUSE, TOXIC RELATIONSHIP, ALCOHOL ,DOWNPLAYING MENTAL HEALTH STRUGGLES, LITTLE BIT OF EMOTIONAL CHEATING ON MIGUEL'S PART, STRUGGLES WITH RELIGION AND FAITH, MENTION BULLYING AND FAMILY STRUGGLES, BREAK-UP, FANTASIZING, JEALOUSY, INSECURITY, CLASSISM, MODERATE SMUT(P IN V BUT IT'S ONLY MENTIONED NOT FULLY DETAILED, THESE ONES ARE DETAILED: DRY HUMPING, HEAVY MAKING OUT, AND FINGERING. ALSO, VOYEURISM-ISH)

(couple pairings are Ben Reilly and Felicia Hardy, Jessica Drew and Noir, George Stacey and MJ, Xina Kwan and Miguel O'Hara, not saying anything else bc spoilers)

Part 1 , Part 3

@miguelhugger2099, @kodo1221,@mimiemie, @laysmt, @cheerrioeoz , @spicydonut25 , @thisistotesnotspam-heart , @thekidscallmebosss , @librababe99 , @ce3stvu @irishbl0ss0mz @nommingonfood , @mauvecherie-writes , @royale-skeleton-key , @famouscattale

I'm so sorry if I forgot you in the tags , just lmk

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"Miguel!"

Miguel looks up abruptly from a spot on the floor he was zoning out on to look at Xina's slightly annoyed expression. "Hydrangeas or peonies for the guest tables, babe?" she repeats, standing next to the sample table where the wedding planner and florist awaited with anxious eyes.

Miguel blinks rapidly. "It doesn't matter to me, baby...um...." he points to the peony arrangement. "That one."

Xina huffs and turns to look at the planner and florist. "We'll do the hydrangeas."

Miguel smirks and puts his hands in his pockets. "Now, why would you ask me my opinion if you're going to just pick the one you wanted?"

Xina's annoyed look softens subtly but she shakes her head. "It's mostly the bride's day, you know. You're just supposed to show up."

Miguel smiles. "Well, I guess you don't need me to come to the wedding planning dinner tonight? Since you seem to have it all handled?"

Xina groans. "Miguel! You said you'd be there! Have you even read through Exodus like I asked you to?"

Miguel feels his cheeks burn. "Shit...um, no..."

Xina shoots a glare at the wedding planner and the florist and makes a shooing motion with her hand. They both put their heads down and quickly leave the room, giving them privacy. Miguel adjusts his tie, a little bit thrown off by her dismissive actions towards the staff.

Xina sits down at the table and pours herself a glass of ice water. She takes a long sip and sighs, looking at Miguel. "Babe...," she says in a low voice. "You know that getting married in the church is a top priority for me. You know what it means to me..."

Miguel's eyebrows knit together with worry. "I know it is..." he rapidly crosses the room to join her and kneels in front of her, hands on her thighs. She squirms away from him a little and purses her lips, looking down.

"Promise me you'll catch up on your Bible reading by next week and set up an appointment with the missionaries?"

Miguel hesitates for just a fraction of a second in his mind but he answers her, almost a little too quickly, "Of course I will."

Xina manages to give him a little smile, fiddling with the top button on his shirt. "Love you..."

"Love you too."

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Later that evening, Xina and Miguel are sitting next to each other at a large, circular, oak table across from her parents, eating dinner in their mansion of a home.

Xina's mother makes a face when she takes a bite of the salmon.

"Something wrong with it, hun?" Xina's father asks, dishing himself some potatoes.

Xina's mother spits the bite into a napkin. "Rex!" She barks. An older, balding man with a kind face and chef's uniform enters the dining room. "Yes, ma'am?"

"Salmon's not up to par, I'm afraid." She pushes the dish towards the puzzled chef.

"M' sorry ma'am. Can I make you anything else you'd like instea-"

She cuts him off. "No, my appetite's ruined. That's all, Rex."

The chef looks down in shame at the dish he worked hard on, picking it up with shaky hands and shuffling quickly out of the dining room.

Miguel tightens his grip on his fork and shifts in his seat, clearly uncomfortable. He had not seen this side of Xina's parents. But, it was only their third time meeting, so he did his best to concentrate on who he was really there for, Xina. He took another bite of his roast beef.

Once the old man was out of earshot, Xina's mother tuts her teeth. "Sorry, he's insufferable... I don't know what we'll do with him.... is your roast beef even edible, dear?" She asks Miguel.

Miguel inhales slowly, trying to stifle his outrage on the chef's behalf but Xina's father cuts in.

"So, Miguel," Xina's father says, breaking the silence. "Your folks are planning on driving down on the... 25th, right? For the rehearsal dinner?"

Miguel nods, blotting his lips with a cloth napkin. "Yes, sir."

"Remind me who's coming?" He asks, pouring a generous helping of gravy on his potatoes.

Miguel clears his throat. "My younger brother, Gabe, and my mother-"

"Right, your father's not in your life." Xina's father says, waving his fork.

Miguel's lips fall open and he blinks in disbelief at the abruptness of his statement. I mean, he wasn't lying, per se. Miguel took a sip of his wine, trying to chalk it up to just him not choosing his words carefully, that's all.

"Right, he's not..." Miguel says, straightening in his chair.

Xina's mother pipes up, "You know, that's really such an inspiration on your part. Most people like you with your background end up on the streets, or worse."

Miguel abruptly stops cutting his meat, first looking at Xina's mother, who sat with a smile on her face looking at him, to her husband, who was too occupied with his potatoes to even care, to Xina who was just looking at her lap, clearly a little embarrassed at her comment, but stayed silent.

It got worse. She continues, "... wouldn't even guess that English isn't your first language. You're so well spoken for someone like you."

At that point, Miguel is so uncomfortable that he stands up abruptly, removing his napkin from his lap and setting it next to his wine glass.

"...if you'll excuse me..." he briskly walks out, making sure to close the front door a little extra loudly than he normally would.

Miguel paces in the driveway, taking deep breaths. He exhales a little bit when he sees Xina, but he's met with a different reaction than he was expecting.

"What the hell are you doing?" she hisses, wrapping her cardigan tighter around her stomach.

Miguel's face contorts in confusion, "Babe..that comment your mom made-"

"It's just how she is, Miguel!" Xina says, her annoyance starting to make itself apparent as her face comes into view.

Miguel is now even more confused.

"Just come back inside, please?" Xina looks around, hoping none of the neighbors were witnessing their spat.

Miguel takes a step back, his face hurt. "Xi...what's got into you...?"

"Look, I'm sorry that she said it, okay? But that's just how she is. She doesn't have a filter. Old people are just like that. Now she's upset because you stormed out."

Miguel becomes angry now. "Babe. I understand your parents are from a different generation and your mom has a certain way of... communicating." He sighs. "But what she said was kind of racist. I felt extremely uncomfortable."

Xina looks up at the sky in utter aggravation, "Okay! Fine! You're right! It was totally racist, okay? Happy? I'll talk to her about it later, but I really don't wanna fight anymore about this. We're supposed to walk down the aisle in three and a half weeks. They're just stressed because they're not only hosting my family, they're hosting yours too. I'm stressed, you're stressed. We all are..."

Miguel takes a deep breath. Now he's second guessing himself and his feelings. Did he overreact? The last thing he wanted was for them to dislike him. They were his future in-laws after all. Even though Miguel is hurt she won't defend him and is downplaying his feelings, he decides to shove them aside for her sake. Miguel looks down at her, taking her waist in his hands. She flinches a little and tries to pull back at first, but remains where she's standing when he holds her a little tighter.

"I'm sorry...okay? I'm sorry for being an ass..." Miguel can't help but feel a little odd that he's the one apologizing, but he continues. "Let's go back inside, yeah? Maybe we can go on a date this Friday, just to get away from all this wedding planning stuff."

Xina gives him a half smile and takes his hand in hers. "Deal..."

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Later that night as Miguel showered in his shared apartment with Xina, he kept replaying their fight over and over again. He didn't know what it was, but lately, Xina was showing a very different side of herself. One that was completely the opposite of the soft spoken sweetheart he fell in love with when the cameras were rolling

He knew that she was religious when he proposed, but had the impression she was more of an Easter and Christmas-only attendee. Her devoutness amped up shortly after their engagement. Her pressure for him accept Jesus and get baptized so they could be married in her church started making him realize he bit off a little more than he could chew.

He felt a phony when she'd ask him to pray over meals and when he'd be called on to read a passage in Sunday School, like he wasn't supposed to be there. His scientific-inclined brain clashed with the idea of a magical being in the sky who would send him to Hell if he touched himself.

Furthermore, Xina demonstrated that she could be quite insensitive to his feelings, and he couldn't unsee the way his future in-laws poorly treated their chef in front of him, and the casual microaggressions they were throwing out about him and his family.

His whole childhood, he was bullied for his accent and for being one of the kids who would get pulled out of class for extra tutoring because he was so far behind everyone else. He was used to being doubted and constantly faced taunts from his classmates and teachers. Conchata was generally the better parent compared to George, but unfortunately that wasn't saying much.

She put immense pressure on Miguel to do well and excel in everything, constantly shifting the goalposts for the near impossible standards she expected him to reach.

But, he worked his ass off and eventually started reading two grade levels above his current grade and took home placing trophies in Math and Science olympiads. It wasn't long before Ivy League schools set their sights on him, and he went on to be the successful geneticist he was today, even buying Conchata a new house despite their volatile relationship.

Throughout it all, he never felt ashamed of where he came from, or his heritage. Nevertheless, it was something he was still was VERY sensitive about and he told Xina about it many times which is why it stung when she couldn't defend him. He even told you about it.

Oh God....you. This was the first time in a while that he finally allowed his mind to dwell on you for longer than a minute. He remembered how receptive you were when he told you. For once, he didn't hear a, "well at least you have it better than most", or a "cheer up, it's not so bad," when he explained his life story. Instead, you listened carefully with a soft look in your eyes and one of your hands resting on top of his, letting him know that the way he felt was completely valid. Something he didn't realize could be so healing when he heard you say that in that moment.

On top of that, your family was so...kind. Your mom even went out of her way to whip up an extra loaf of banana bread just for him when she caught wind that it was his favorite. Your siblings treated him like he was just another member of the family and it was a little unreal how seamlessly he got along with all of them. And, he distinctly remembered how gracious every single one of them were to the restaurant staff when you all went to lunch, with no awkward, demeaning energy like Xina's parents unfortunately demonstrated at dinner tonight. The cameras must have kept them on their best behavior until their true selves could come out once they turned off.

He's about to do something he knows he shouldn't, but he can't resist. He unblocks you on Instagram. (He has only one post on his own account and it's from when he was announced as The Eligible Suitor, the show forced him to create one for publicity's sake, he actually loathes social media in all forms).

And there you were, smiling with your friends at brunch. Another one of you showing off your new dog you rescued from the shelter named Hamilton, and your gorgeous headshot of you in a swimming suit for your debut on Singles in Paradise, where you and other rejected candidates from the show were all going to go at it in a fancy beach resort in Mexico.

Man, you looked good, curves on full display. The smile that he fell in love with was spread across your lovely face. The same one he was responsible for erasing when he broke your heart with less than 10 words on a tranquil beach in Thailand months earlier.

Now, you seemed happier. Trying to carry on with life as though he was never there. Like he didn't haunt your dreams and the sound of his name didn't cause the sting of a thousand burns to scorch through your body. Like you were never the first girl he ever spilled his cum into during that sexy night in the Fairytale Suites, remnants of him imprinted somewhere deep inside you.

Xina climbs into bed next to him and he closes out of Instagram immediately, ashamed that he let his mind wander. Her hand wanders down to his cock and it's not long until he's pounding into her. His mind struggles desperately to fight off the memory of the way your lips parted in ecstasy the whole time she's underneath him.

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A few days later

"What the fuck, Miguel?!" Xina screams at him over the phone. Miguel holds the phone away from his ear for a moment, the sound too harsh against his eardrum. She was upset at him this time for his interview on a morning talk show, promoting their upcoming wedding which was supposed to be aired live as the show's long awaited special before Singles in Paradise made its debut.

The host smiled and leaned on her elbow.

"Now, Miguel. Eligible Suitor's number one fan blog is releasing rumors that you only chose Xina because she was the safer option compared to y/n, the season's edgier "bad girl". Is there some truth to that statement, or can you elaborate on that?

Miguel nods slowly, a little bit of panic settling in on the inside, wondering how the hell the fan pages were eerily accurate, despite him not giving away any hints about his internal struggles regarding his engagement to the press that he was aware of.

"Well, as the man chosen to be the Eligible Suitor, there are certain expectations for me and who I ultimately end up with...Xina fit in well with my family. She had all the qualities of the ideal partner. Overall, it just seemed to be a better match..."

"But you're making it sound like if say, y/n for example had all of that, would you have picked her instead?"

Miguel hesitates, turning a little red. He wasn't good at lying. "Well, I mean..."

Awkward silence that lasts a little too long.

He quickly tries to recover but he ends up making it worse, "I mean, what's done is done. There's not really a point in wondering about that, you know....? We-we're very excited for the wedding..."

It wasn't longer than a minute after the show cut to commercial that his phone was ringing off the hook.

"Tell me right now that you love me, and not her, or I swear to God, Miguel I will call off this whole thing!" She says through tears.

Miguel sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. Now he really felt like a jerk.

"I do love you baby..."

Xina is still distraught and doesn't seem to want to listen. "After everything we've been through. I've supported you. I got along with your mom, I got an apartment with you. I even supported you through all that mental health bullshit of yours and you still can't even defend me on live television and say you love me more than that broke piece of trash!"

Miguel freezes. "Hold on, mental health bullshit....?" Miguel really hopes that he didn't just hear what he thought he heard. He does his best to keep his anger at bay but he can feel it rising anyway. "So, all of the internal struggles I trusted you enough to tell you about....my depression which is something that will ALWAYS be a part of me, Xina...you think it's bullshit?"

Xina sputters, "Miguel, no, I didn't mean it like that. It's just...ugh you are just so hard to deal with sometimes, you know? I totally understand and respect the fact that you're going through a lot right now, but so am I. And I can't sit here and coddle you through everything if you don't get help."

Miguel's world comes shattering down. His worst fear that started to creep into the back of his mind ever since about 2 weeks after he proposed to Xina had just been confirmed to be true: she was not at all the woman he thought she was. It was merely an act for the show, and, with the help of the producers and audience, they pushed him towards her simply because she was the woman they wanted to see him with, when his heart truly lied with you the whole time.

And now, you were on a beach in Mexico probably getting courted by all sorts of men who could give you way more than Miguel ever could, while he was left to contend with a broken heart and a cancelled wedding.

He says in a shaky voice. "I was getting help...I told you I started therapy. I trusted you with THE most sensitive parts of me, Xina. And you threw it in my face. By the way, why do you say y/n is broke trash, as you put it, huh?"

"Miguel, stop putting words in my mouth..."

"Nononono...you LITERALLY said it, Xi. Don't start with your gaslighting bullshit on me!" Miguel is raising his voice now. "You called her broke trash. Let me guess: you shoo away our wedding planners, your parents treat your chef like complete shit. She has less money and prospects than you, therefore she's just trash, right? Well, I came from hardly anything, too. Does that make me trash? Huh?"

There's only silence on the other line, then she says, "Miguel, you're different..."

"No. No, Xina. You're different. You're not who I thought you were, and I think we shouldn't be marrying each other." Hot tears spill down Miguel's face and he hangs up his phone. He presses his back against the wall, sliding down until he hides his face in his hands, sobbing on the floor.

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A few weeks later at a beach bungalow resort in Mexico

"Welcome back to another season of: Singles in Paradise, I'm your host, Jason Donner and boy is it good to be back!" Jason beams, flashing his pearly whites at the camera.

You hear your cue and you walk out, clad in a white bikini with a pretty purple coverup wrapped around your midriff with the knot resting on your hip, emphasizing the curve, a certain post-break up glow about you that immediately made you hard to resist, a confident twinkle in your eye. You greet Jason with a hug and he holds your hands in his.

"Great to see you. Feelin' nervous?"

You flash a lovely smile at him, playing it up for the cameras. "Just a little bit. But I'm more so excited than nervous."

Jason's lips curve into a smirk. "Anyone down there on that beach you're hoping to run into?"

Miguel.

No, you hadn't really thought about it. Noir was pretty cute. You throw his name out there. "I hope Noir is down there..."

Jason nods, giving your shoulder a good luck squeeze. "Well, go on down there and see for yourself. Good luck! And welcome to paradise once again."

"Thanks, Jas!" You play it up, giving him a little flirty wink as you walk down the stone path and disappear into some trees, making your way to the beach. Necks turn slowly and you feel your heart pound as several pairs of eyes land on you.

Felicia Hardy is standing at the beach side resort bar waiting on her piña colada with a bad case of RBF. But, her snowy eyes melt into an enthusiastic expression when she sees you.

"Noooo way!!! Oh my GOD, you're even hotter in person! Girl! What!!"

You beam, flattered as she pulls you into a hug. Her long, platinum blonde hair hangs loose from a claw clip with the ponytail flowing in waves that brush against her back, a few stray wisps framing her face. She's wearing a dark blue tube top dress which is doing her figure all types of favors, accentuating her goddess-like pear shape. And, she smells totally divine of coconut body spray, evidence of sunbathing apparent in her sunkissed cheeks and tan lines.

"Holy shit, where'd you get your outfit?" She asks, giving her piña colada a sip, shamelessly eyeing you up from head to toe.

You smile, giving her a little twirl. "Girl, $20 at Marshall's for the whole thing. I swear to God."

"No way! Oh my God, I love that place!" Felicia smiles. "I gotta say I'm a huge fan of you. Dude, that pissed me off so fucking bad when Miguel fucked you over like that."

You smile back at her, flattered. You can tell that you definitely want to have Felicia be your beach bestie throughout this whole process. She had been the Eligible Suitorette about 2 seasons ago. Her tenure was one that went down in the show's history, the way she didn't take any shit, and had so many guys falling all over her. But, unfortunately her engagement to Flash Thompson went down in flames when his dumb ass eventually got caught cheating, making fans of the show rally around her even more.

"So, I guess I should give you the low down on who's coupled up with who so far?" She asks.

You nod, familiar with this part of the game. "Yes, please. Oh my God, tell me everything."

You two go sit down on a pair of beach chairs, turning them so your knees are touching each other, leaning in close together for your woman to woman huddle, the cameras zooming in on you both.

"Okay, so first of all, I'm with Ben." She gleams, biting her lip. You follow her gaze and see Ben shirtless, playing volleyball with some of the other men, his baby blues are locked right back on Felicia with his angelic, pretty boy face. He nods and gives you a polite wave hello.

"Girrrrrrllllll...." You smile, turning back to her. "Good for you, honestly, he is SO damn fine, respectfully of course."

Felicia throws her head back and waves you off with a laugh. "Girl, thank you. No worries at all. Yeah, he's uh, he's something else alright." She bites her lip again and looks down. "He treats me so good. It's going really well..."

You give her a warm look, the unmistakable signs of falling head over heels quite recognizable all over her demeanor and the way she's talking about him.

Felicia resumes her report. "Noir is here, but he's got a thing for Jess."

You feel slightly disappointed to hear that but nod, encouraging her to continue.

"Peter B. is here, but it's been kinda awkward. MJ is here too."

"No fucking way?" You sit up, interested. "They really invited both of them here?"

Peter B. and MJ were considered royalty as far as the show goes, with Peter being one of the most beloved suitors of the show's history. However, that quickly became tainted with scandal with the volatile on-and-off nature of his and MJ's relationship. They got engaged at the end of his season, then they were "taking some time apart", then they reunited, but he was seen in the Barbados with some mysterious brunette, but she was also out and about with no engagement ring. BUT, they were spotted in Chicago holding hands and all over each other in a night club just a month ago

"Yeah girl, I have no fucking clue. They're clearly off at the moment , but you can totally tell it's bugging Peter. She's all over George right now."

"Girl noooo. George Stacy?!"

"George, fucking-Stacy, girlll."

George had troubling political opinions and was known for being quite a douche. BUT he was also well over 6 feet tall with ocean eyes, big arms, and money. Well, for you, personally, no way in hell you'd tolerate that.

"MJ hates me though." Felicia warns.

"Wait, why??"

"She thinks I "stole her man" even though Peter was literally throwing himself at me when they were on break number 394 or some shit." Felicia chuckles, shaking her head, stirring her piña colada which is now becoming a watery slush. She pauses for a moment then looks at you. "So, girl, tell me, who did you have your eyes on coming here?"

"Well..." You sigh, the options so far were not promising. "I did think Noir was cute, but he's already with Jess."

"You could still invite him on a date, technically." Felicia points out. "But, I understand. He does reallyyy seem to be into her right now. It would be hard to try and pull him at this point." She drums her fingers. "Girl! Go for Peter. Oh my God you guys would be so cute!"

You blush internally. Peter? You hadn't given him much thought. You turn around, searching for him. He's standing in the ocean a few feet away up to his ankles. He turns to the side a little, and the wind blows open his unbuttoned Hawaiian shirt as he leans down to examine one of the seashells under his feet.

Oh God, he was handsome. 6'2, lean muscles peppered with dark hair that ran across his chest and belly button, and a shadow of stubble on his face gave him a rugged feel, but those chocolate puppy brown eyes made him look so innocent. One of his cheeks had a little dimple that would pop out when he made that signature little smirk of his.

"Fffuck...really, girl?" You murmur, your jaw practically still hanging open at the sight of him. "But I thought you two were a thing?"

Felicia smirks. "Hell no! I rejected him forever ago. You sooo like him! I can tell. Just do it!"

You take a shaky breath. "God...okay, fuck it. I'm gonna go talk to him."

"Good luck!" Felicia calls after you. "Come find me afterwards and tell me everything!!"

You nod and shoot her a smile as you walk away. You bite your lip, your stomach doing all sorts of flips and tricks as you approach Peter. He has sort of a hopeless look on his face as he watches George and MJ from afar cuddled up on their beach towels, George's rough hands rubbing sunscreen into her shoulders as he was practically eye-fucking her.

"Peter!" You call for him. Peter turns, confused at the sound of a woman's voice calling for him, but his pupils go wide when he locks eyes with you for the first time.

"H-Hey!" His lips part a little bit at the sight of your gorgeous hair and friendly smile. His eyes start to land on your figure but he quickly flicks them back upwards to look into yours, not wanting to look like a perv. God, he was so cute. He offers you one of his hands, his voice gentle. "I'm Peter B."

You introduce yourself and he repeats your name back to you. The way he says it is making you scream a little on the inside, his voice is soothing and low. And suddenly you want to know more, so much more about him. And with the way he's gazing down at you, he does too.

You two just stand there in the ocean, chatting as the wind rustles against you both. Soon, the sun is starting to dip further down in the sky and you feel a chill coming on. Peter notices the goosebumps on your arms and wraps his shirt around you, holding you under his arm as you both meander back to the beach.

You squeal when he swoops you into a bridal style carry, butterflies appear in his stomach when he feels your hair brush under his chin, and he's almost tempted to pull you in closer. No, he decides there's plenty of time for that later, if all of this continues to go as flawlessly as it is already. He sets you down on one of the poolside cabanas, spreading a blanket over your legs. You curl up under it, shooting him a smile of appreciation. He looks at you with adoring eyes at how cute you look curled up like that.

"Can I get you something to drink?" He asks gently, the tips of his fingers brushing against your thigh, sending a chill down your spine.

"Um, vodka cranberry, please." You say sweetly. Peter gives you his signature smirk, the little dimple in his cheek driving you wild. His fingers make full contact with your thigh this time, stealing the breath from your lungs.

"Coming right up..." he's off to get you your drink, leaving you internally screaming by the pool.

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Jason is leaning against a palm tree, silently monitoring the scene of flirtatious couples below when a tall dark figure approaches him. The camera stays on Jason and captures the look of shock across his face.

"Well, well, WELL! Look who it is, great to see you man!"

The man's face isn't shown, and it appears his response is being muted off mic, Jason's voice is the only audible one, the camera focusing on his reactions with the mystery guest,

"Wow...I'm so sorry to hear that man...yeah, yeah she's here. And you're sure about this.....? Alright, well here's your date card, feel free to use it whenever you wish. Good luck down there man."

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You and Peter are laughing together by the pool, the alcohol slowly starting to weave its way into your banter. The daybed you're sharing is just a smidge too small, forcing your thigh to touch his as you squish on it together, bodies laying side by side. When you ask him a question, you subtly push yours a little closer into his. Peter seems to notice your increasing touch, his train of thought stalling for just one minute, before he turns pink and apologizes. "Sorry, must be the alcohol," he mumbles cutely, looking sheepishly at you.

"Yeah, the alcohol..." you tease, your pointer finger traces his sternum. His breath hitches and he's looking at you with wet lips, his eyes come to rest on your breasts that are squished so deliciously together.

You're looking back at him too, letting your eyes rake over his body up and down, admiring how good he looks and how the faded blue lights from the pool are casting a sensual shadow over his form, wondering how it would look if it were in the darkness of your bedroom instead.

Peter clears his throat. The nervousness catching up to him, and he turns his head, gazing at the shimmering water. "Sorry..." he lets out a breathy chuckle, then turns back to you. "I haven't connected this quickly with someone ever since...well I mean, since my last relationship which ended badly..... As I'm sure you're well aware of thanks to the press."

You hum, your finger now tracing little circles on his shoulder, making him tremble slightly. "Yeah....I heard. I'm kind of in the same boat."

You take a deep sigh. God, just when you thought you were getting over him, Miguel pulls you right back in. Being with Peter right now feels foreign, strange. You can't put a finger on it. You notice that those decadent brown eyes are already fixed on you, and you stare back, your voice oozing a hint of desire as you softly tell him,

"But, I wouldn't mind if I...spent some more time getting to know you."

Peter exhales softly, you detect the sweetness of the liquor on his breath, the wetness that the rim of his glass left behind is shiny on his bottom lip, and all you want to do is taste.

Peter slowly smirks back, his fingers coming to pull under your chin, bringing your face closer to his.

"I wouldn't mind either..." lust codes his voice now. But, before he goes in to kiss you, his eyes soften a little bit as he drinks in your features. "You're very beautiful..."

You feel the heat rising in your body, you drape one of your legs around him, resting your knee on his hip. "Thank you..."

Peter lets out a soft groan, his hand immediately comes to grip your thigh, encouraging you to press your body against his, and he traps your lips in his with a fiery kiss.

The stubble from his face is a little scratchy, but you don't mind. His tongue is sweet from the wine he was drinking, and you can't get enough. His hands travel a little higher on your thighs and you gasp into his mouth as he pulls you on top of him so you're straddling him with one knee on either side of his waist.

"C'mere..." he purrs.

You lean in closer to him, pressing your forehead against his to try and make your moans more quiet as he grinds your pussy against the bulge in his swim trunks, the soft fabric of your bikini bottoms separating you. The friction is delicious and you reward him with a neverending chorus of his name.

"Peter...."

Peter gives a loud groan, his grip on your hips tightens, this time bucking his hips under your spread pussy, letting you ride the outline of his cock.

"Ffuck....Peter, baby...." you whine.

"Mmm yeah, baby?" Peter lands a sharp spank on your ass in response, making you curse under your breath again. "You like what I'm doing to you?"

"Yes baby, I love it." You bite your lip, closing your eyes. "What if someone sees us, baby?"

"Let em watch.." Peter moans.

"Oh God...don't stop, please." Your moans rise in pitch.

"Fffuck....." Peter breaths out, his hands coming up to grip your breasts while you ride him. "I won't baby...fuck..." The sensation causes him to close his eyes as well. "You feel too good to stop."

You lean over, your lips crashing greedily against his, both of your tongues dancing in each other's mouths, while you grind together. His hands can't get enough and he finally starts to curl two fingers inside your pussy which elicits a sharp cry of passion, Peter playfully shushing you as he kisses your nose.

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The rose Miguel is holding falls onto the sand below as he watches you and Peter heavily making out, now engaged in mild foreplay and you might as well start fucking at any moment now due to how hot and heavy the scene is.

It's almost a race with how quickly the jealousy, nausea, and rage rises in Miguel's body, filling him to the brim. He stands there, jaw and shoulders tense. His cock twitches a little at your whines but seethes at the sight of another man's hands all over you. He finally rips himself away, not able to withstand it any longer.

Noir and Jess look at him with raised eyebrows as he sits at the beachside bar after downing 3 shots of tequila back to back. He just sits there, eyes glazed over at the empty shot glasses in front of him for several moments until he leans forward, laying his head in his arms with his eyes closed.

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To be continued...

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jedijesi · 6 months

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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.

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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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i'm late - sorry. oh god, just three??

DANCING IN THE DARK | @arcielee | a tom bennett x ofc short story set during season 1 of world on fire. i am an avid lover of historical fictions, especially stories related to world war one and two - so reading DITD made me feel like i was reading one of the novels i just adore. arcie has such a way with using words and creating such beautiful compositions - it just makes your heart melt. the budding romance between tom and vera is *chef kiss*, and it being an open ending just makes you smile because you pray for a hea.

WE WERE SOMETHING DON'T YOU THINK SO? | @inthedayswhenlandswerefew | a ben hardy x ofc story. this is one of the fics that just comes to haunt me - in a good way. a historical fiction inspired by the russian revolution and the story of the romanov? sign me up. this was such a beautiful story, it makes you cry and hope for the oc and for ben. || another one that just struck me: HAVE YOU NO IDEA THAT YOU'RE IN DEEP?. a HOTD with aemond x reader. this one killed me and i think of it often because i'm still crying over it, but fck it was good. it's one of the stories that just sucks you in and makes you scream at the top of your lungs from all the emotional rollercoaster.

WOLF-HEART | @gemini-mama | a finan x ofc fic set during the time gap in season 2. this was such a great read - faoladhean has become one of the ocs i love so much. the multi-chaptered fic was written with such detail and with such careful descriptions, the relationship between finan and faoladhean blossomed so beautifully, i was completely smitten. and she has such strength and such love to give, i can't wait to see where the sequel goes. She-Wolf for the win.

i know it says 3, but i don't think i'll be getting another one, so i need to add more or i'mma explode.

CRIMES OF PASSION | @itbmojojoejo | RUNA. i love you. a take of 50's London with the tlk crew? a love triangle between between our ofc, sihtric and finan? fck yes. bring it on. mojo created an oc that just makes you wish you knew her in real life. she is wild - which i adore - and the pacing of the story, the characters, the dynamic. love it all. can't wait to see the ending. i know i will cry, i got tissues ready. RUNA. let's be friends?

A THOUSAND YEARS | @persephones-journey | a staple for finan x oc fics, this series was one of the first i stumbled upon when i started reading tlk fics and i immediately fell in love. the level of angst and passion these stories have - the relationship between finan and aisling, all their ups and downs - it has your heart doing somersaults in all kinds of direction. the level of dedication to expand this au is amazing and i love every word of it. aisling has become one of my fave ocs - a fiery character, hardheaded, stubborn and yet has such a big heart. i can't wait to see where her story goes.

FIRE IN HER EYES | @emilyhufflepufftlk | another tlk series, a beautiful love story between finan x lucinda. these stories broke my heart in so many ways and yet i could not get enough of them. i loved the story and development of the relationship between finan and lucinda and i also loved her sisters and the family they created - this was done beautifully and worth the heartache and tears. lucinda had such love from finan, her children and from everyone around her - you wished you were part of it all.

#ask game #there are so many more out there #all of them just WONDERFUL I WANNA CRY #i cheated i know #idc :3

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I know you haven't been following Zeb Wells run because you love yourself and you are a beautiful human being, but I know you saw that leak.

And sis, fuck it, just let Miles be Amazing Spider-Man. This whole Peter Parker thing? Tank that shit. Years ago, you suggested this and I, an avid Miles Morales fan, disagreed, but now...Norman Osborn is the good guy and genius now, Ned Leeds is happily married to the woman he abused with a kid, and apparently someone cloned Gwen Stacy to sleep with her best friend's father in a some twisted bed trick and I AM SO FUCKING DONE!

No, I am sick of the misogyny of these past three writers. I was sick when you had "Superior" Spock beat down Felicia Hardy and it being touted as "cool" and how awesome Otto was while he objectified and leered at Mary Jane in Peter's body or used Peter's memories with Mary Jane as his own porn take. I was sick of Cindy Moon being used as a glorified Axe Commercial power fantasy of Peter being oh so irresistible that she can't keep her hands off of him and some twisted Asian fetish! I am sick of a writer stating MJ has no real value as a love interest to Peter because she doesn't care about real things! I am sick of the background routine violence of different variances of sexual assault such as Michelle Rodriguez getting assaulted by Chameleon because she thought it was Peter, Anna Marie getting assaulted by SpOck because she thought it was Peter and after the fact still fancying the guy who tricked her, Betty Brant getting impregnated by the clone of her abusive husband because what is the point of being a woman in Spider-Man if you aren't sleeping with Peter and not married?

You kill Kamala Khan? Sure, it's to bring her back as a mutant but you do it in Peter's book? Yes, Kamala Khan, famously known as Spider-Man character, dies in a plotline that had nothing to do with her. Peter has no connection to her. And you fridged her? For Peter's angst?! While you have MJ and FUCKING Paul eloping in the background!? I am over this shit. Bring on Miles.

I was actually going to wait until "the most shocking issue ever" was released to catch up on Wells' run and then I saw the leaked spoilers and then Marvel confirmed the leaked spoilers and then there was no avoiding the leaked spoilers. And like to be completely fair I did not see this ending coming. I don't think even the most out there comic bookies had "Kamala Khan dies in a Spider-Man book" on the odds. It's just a completely ludicrous choice on every level, unless your only marketing strategy is to cause outrage.

It's sort of weird because up until this point I think my biggest complaint about this run wasn't unique to it specifically -- my complaints were things that the Spencer and Slott runs had also done, and to a lesser extent, mostly because of time restraints, the various short-lived Spider-Man tie-ins and events. (Beyond was a mess, and while Wells was leading it, there's multiple people to blame there.) It's all well and good that people are saying it took too long to reveal the bad guy of this storyline, because it did, but compared to the seventy issues it took them to reveal Kindred's identity, this has been fast-paced for modern Peter Spider-Man comics (which is a problem in and of itself). Like if I had to pick one Wells-specific complaint before this point, I'd have to say that the way he withholds information doesn't actually serve his storytelling -- it makes readers frustrated, not intrigued, to be confronted by things like Paul and MJ's mystery kids. It's similar to how there was obviously something wrong with Ben Reilly in Beyond, but the story took far too long to reveal what it was. I think the flash forward in Amazing Spider-Man and questions like "what did Peter do" hurt it far more than it helped to build up any sort of reader curiosity. It doesn't help that those storylines ultimately don't lead anywhere, it's just red herrings and desperate scrambling all the way down, but this time with Wells bringing up a storyline I best remember as "pretty boring" that he wrote in 2008. I genuinely don't believe anyone out there was asking for a The Last Nameless Day sequel. (Does anyone even remember The Last Nameless Day.)

And the "shocking ending" they've been teasing this entire time is killing Kamala Khan in a totally unrelated superhero's book with no catharsis and no meaning for the actual character, and framing Peter front and center on the cover of her announced memorial issue. It's deeply tasteless, stupid, and offensive, even more so because we know she'll almost definitely be brought back in a few months in time for the release of The Marvels movie. I had been kind of side-eyeing this run having Kamala intern for Norman Osborn, because she's a top ten character I want Norman to stay away from, and that they did that with the intent most likely of killing her off all along is just so tasteless. And you're right, the misogyny in the recent years has gotten really out of control, even as they try to spackle over it with girl powers moments you can crop down to a single panel, recirculate around social media, and feel good about devoid of context. There's been a lot of fridgings (Mattie Franklin, Ashley Kafka, Marla Jameson) but they were all of Spider-Man characters. If Marvel has a headlinining, incredibly popular, marginalized teen girl character, and they're going to kill her off for shock value or to reset her powers in keeping with the movies or whatever, they should at least have the grace to do it in her own book and not in a highly criticized Spider-Man run. It's clear these problems are going way higher on the Marvel ladder.

I would rather they kill Peter 100%! And this has nothing to do with the "twist ending" because it definitely wouldn't fix that, but I really do think at this point that the only way to fix a lot of the damage that's been done to Peter Spider-Man on such a deep level is to kill him for a few years. Like at least five. It'll give some purpose to the endless amounts of spinoff books (who was asking for a Red Goblin Normie Osborn spinoff) and provide enough time for things to settle enough for a soft reset.

#*replies #traincat talks comics #wednesday spoilers/#i'm tagging just in case even though it's very hard to miss them at this point #since marvel's strategy seems to be plaster it everywhere

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justsomerandomfanfic · 1 year

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Masterlist - 2023

. ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ .

𝓡𝓮𝓬𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓵𝔂 𝓤𝓹𝓵𝓸𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓭 𝓕𝓲𝓬𝓼:

Fanfic Friday 4/28/23

A Rose By Any Other Name - George Weasley X Female (Slytherin/Sirius Black Daughter) Reader; fluff, slight angst

Vet Bills - John Wick X Female (Vet) Reader; fluff, mini angst

Party Games - Steve Rogers X Loki Odinson; fluff, slight angst, Pocky Challenge

Chocolate Surprise - Loki Odinson X Thranduil; fluff

. ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ .

Alphabetical List -- Updated on 4/28/23 (newly added George Weasley, John Wick, Steve X Loki, and Loki X Thranduil Fics above and below)

Italics = I have already made fanfics on this character if you wanna read them

↑ My Fanfic Masterlist is located on my page, or click here "X Reader Masterlist" Or click on the fandom titles below for the specific Masterlist and/or Character

For Requesting Rules, click here "Request Rules" You may request as many times as you like, as long as you stay along the lines of the said rules above

(Here is a list of songs for characters that inspire me! "Songs"

(Requests Are Open!)

DC | Gotham - Bane (Hardy), Bruce Wayne (Bale), Bruce Wayne (Keaton), Bruce Wayne (Pattinson), Bruce Wayne (Val), Edward Nygma (Carrey), Jack (Heath) Joker, Jason Todd, Jerome Valeska, Jervis Tetch (Gotham), Jonathan Crane (Gotham), Jonathan Crane (Murphy), Klarion Bleak, Maxwell Lord, Richard Grayson, Roman Sionis, Victor Zsasz

CR | Disney - Christopher Robin, Cruella de Vil, Ella (Cinderella 2015), Gaston LeGume (Beauty And The Beast 2017), Jasper Badun

Harry Potter - Cedric Diggory, Draco Malfoy, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Harry Potter, Neville Longbottom, Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, Severus Snape

Kingsman - Eggsy Unwin, Hamish Mycroft (Merlin), Harry Hart, Jack Daniels

Marvel | X-Men - Bruce Banner, Bucky Barnes, Charles Xavier, Eddie/Venom, Erik Killmonger, Everett Ross, Harry Osborn (TASM), Heimdall, Helmut Zemo, John Allerdyce, Johnny Storm, Kurt Wagner, Logan Howlett, Loki Odinson (Not the Series), M'Baku, Natasha Romanoff, Otto Octavius, Peter Maximoff, Peter Parker (Andrew), Peter Parker (Tobey), Peter Parker (Tom), Pietro Maximoff, Quentin Beck, Sam Wilson, Scott Lang, Shang-Chi, Steve Rogers, Thor Odinson, Tony Stark, Vision, Wade Wilson, Wanda Maximoff, Wenwu

Star Wars | The Mandalorian - Anakin Skywalker, Armitage Hux, Ben Solo/Kylo Ren, Din Djarin, Han Solo, Luke Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Rey

Stranger Things - Alexei Smirnoff, Billy Hargrove, Eddie Munson, Robin Buckey, Jim Hopper, Steve Harrington

The Hobbit / The Lord Of The Rings - Aragorn, Bilbo Baggins, Boromir, Dwalin, Elrond, Faramir, Fili, Kili, Haldir, Legolas Greenleaf, Pippin Took, Samwise Gamgee, Thorin Oakenshield, Thranduil

Pedro Pascal -

(Pedro Pascal Characters Masterlist) (Let me know if I should add any more)

Kingsman - Jack Daniels - Included/Merge Mansion - Tim Rockford/The Last Of Us - Joel Miller - Included/The Mandalorian - Din Djarin - Included/Wonder Woman 1984 - Maxwell Lord

Miscellaneous -

Assassin's Creed - Ezio Auditore da Firenze

Brothers Grimm - Jakob Grimm

BBC & Enola - Sherlock Holmes

Hell Boy - Red (Hellboy), Abe Sapien, and Agent John Myers

Encino Man - Linkavitch "Link" Chomofsky

George Of The Jungle - George

Ghostbusters (2016) - Jillian Holtzmann, Kevin Beckman

Indiana Jones - Indiana Jones

John Wick - John Wick

Jurassic Park - Ian Malcolm

Scooby Doo (2002) - Shaggy Rogers

The Last Of Us - Joel Miller

The Pirates Of The Caribbean - James Norrington, Hector Barbossa

The Phantom Of The Opera - Erik Destler

Uncharted 4 - Sam Drake, Rafe Adler

X-Files - Fox Mulder

(If you have any questions or suggestions, please feel free to let me know!)

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Sindy’s Underrated Spider-Man Fic Recs 1/2

All fics on this list are completed unless stated otherwise :D

Contains comic fic recs (616 and 1610), Spider-Verse, Insomniac-Verse, TASM, Spider-Man and His Amazing Friends, Spectacular Spider-Man, and Ultimate Spider-Man (2012)

95% of these fics are underrated, there might be one or two popular ones that snuck in haha

Family

Some of these have ships, but the romance takes second seat to the familial bonds 😀

Spiderbros + Teresa

frame the halves and call them brothers - Traincat - Spider-Man (Comicverse) [Archive of Our Own]

This fic doesn’t have Peter in it, but it has Kaine, Janine, Ben (Reilly) and BABY REILLY TYNE who’s the most adorable bean ever, so I’m morally obligated to include it on the list. Seriously. Traincat is awesome, and their Spideytorch characterization is on point.

Carry You Home - Crewe - Spider-Man (Comicverse) [Archive of Our Own]

Honestly, blanket fic for literally everything written by Crewe. “Peter, desperate for a way to get Ben back to his old self in the wake of the Chasm fiasco, calls in a reluctant Kaine - and less reluctant Aracely - to help. Luckily, they might be just the thing he needs.” This is the clone bros fix-it fic that we all need. Marvel, I hope you’re taking lessons.

The Transitive Property - Crewe - Spider-Man (Comicverse) [Archive of Our Own]

AKA Teresa and Kaine bonding over Peter’s idiocy, and also taking down a weapons ring.

Insomniac

The Only Cat Who Knows Where It's At - Traincat - Spider-Man (Video Game 2018) [Archive of Our Own]

Insomniac peterfel! “Three generations of Hardys show up at Peter's window,” this is the peterfel kid fic you’ve all subconsciously wanted to read after finishing the Heist DLC. Baby Walter is so cute. I think I just have a thing for adorable spider-powered children, probably.

these days of dust - momentofmemory - Spider-Man - All Media Types [Archive of Our Own]

Be prepared to have a bucket on hand so you can cry your heart out. Insomniac May reflecting on the fact she KNOWS Peter is Spider-Man.

two weeks away, feels like the whole world should have changed (but i'm home now) - TheSoulOfAStrawberry - Spider-Man - All Media Types [Archive of Our Own]

Insomniac-verse. Miles is grieving for Phin, and Peter is there to lend a shoulder, knowing all too well the perils of loved ones getting involved in vigilantism, still grieving for May himself.

Miscellaneous

The Long, Dark Pizza Slice of the Soul - Chapter 1 - thelastfrenchfry (automateddetour) - Multifandom [Archive of Our Own]

This one’s a double whammy: we got a combo of movie AND comic Spider-Verse! Insight into how Peter and MJ might have gotten back together; the interactions and romance are so lovely. Also, Gayle (MJ’s sister) is here, and I love her.

and desolation comes upon the sky - milknova - Fantastic Four (Comicverse) [Archive of Our Own]

If you love angst, this is for you. Sue Storm centric, reflecting on Johnny’s death, showing how Peter grieves for a relationship that barely had time to begin.

Gen

Initiation Rites - yellow_caballero - X-Men - All Media Types [Archive of Our Own]

This is genuinely one of the funniest fics I’ve ever read. Seriously. We have the comedic Peter Parker-Kitty Pryde friendship. The summary is literally “Peter and Kitty just wanted to get wasted on vodka and pass out in order to deal with the holiday stress. But when Peter ends up having to assimilate into the X-Men household to escape the red-tinted glasses of the law, it becomes increasingly difficult to leave. Or, Peter and Kitty accidentally get drunk, get adopted, get panicked, and get in trouble.”

The Spaces We Share - natcat5 - Spider-Man (Ultimateverse) [Archive of Our Own]

Ult-comic verse! Basically, Peter going from an only child to having a girlfriend and four asshole pseudo-siblings.

Spider’s Out of the Bag - ShimmeringBubble (orphan_account) - Spider-Man (Video Games 2018-2020) [Archive of Our Own]

Insomniac! Miles starts purring and freaks out. Luckily, Peter is there to explain that no, it’s not that weird, and yes, he can do it too. Fluff will give you cavities.

Respectability, Politics - brawltogethernow - Multifandom [Archive of Our Own]

This one isn’t completely underrated, but it’s probably in my top three favourite Spider-Man fanfictions, so I have to include it here. Basically, just JJJ screaming his ass off at mutant phobic bigots while Betty, Peter, and Robbie silently die laughing in the corner.

investigative journalism - Chapter 1 - LostOnMyRoad - Spider-Man - All Media Types [Archive of Our Own]

Another Daily Bugle fic! Peter is not fooling anyone around here, least of all Betty Brant.

Red Threads and Corkboards - Anonymous - Ultimate Spider-Man (Cartoon 2012) [Archive of Our Own]

This one is set in the timeline of the Ult cartoon. Listen, I know the fandom collectively dumps on this cartoon, but it does have its moments. This fanfic features MJ, Harry and Flash having the right idea about Peter’s perpetual lying, but the wrong conclusion.

message me if you have any more fics you'd like to see recommended (part two is coming with more shippy fills) and show these authors some love!!

#spiderman #peter parker #marvel comics #spiderbros #fic recs #fanfiction #gen fics

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mykuup · 11 months

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★·.·¯`·.·★ MASTERLIST ★·.·¯`·.·★

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Characters/person I write for

Eddie Munson (Stranger Things) / Joseph Quinn

Tangerine (Bullet Train) / Aaron Taylon Johnson

Four (6 Underground), Angel (Xmen) / Ben Hardy

Loki (Marvel)

Things I write

Fluff, smut, sad, violent, depressed, friendship, friends to lovers, strangers to lovers, 3/4some, RP etc…

Things I don’t write

Incest, p#dophilia, AOB, mpreg, grooming

Request : ✔️OPEN✔️

Suggest, ask for a work. Look at the characters and things I only write for before requesting something 😘

A/n : Hi everyone, Mykuup here ! I’m not new to Tumblr but I’ve never posted anything before. I hope you will enjoy my stories ! English isn’t my native language so I apologize for the mistake you’ll spot 😬

I usually write x Reader (but you can see my OC sometimes) stories and smut. I will always put CW//TW before every fic 😉

Please, don’t repost/reblog without credit, don’t steal my work

My Ao3💜

WORKS

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⇒ Eddie Munson (Stranger Things)

Another kind of D&D campaign ✅🔥

Be my muse ✅🔥

Remember from middle school? ✅💞💢

Let’s add these tracks to the album (2 part fic)

-Don’t play with a heart PT1✅🔥

-We’ll never be lovers PT2🔜💢

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⇒ Tangerine (Bullet Train)

Wildest Dream ✅🔥

Everything will remain the same ✅🔥💢

Childhood memory (wip) 🔜💢

King City (wip)🔜

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#masterlist #mykuup #fanfiction

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Dp characters I would love to see interacting with DC/Marvel characters

Johnny and Felicia Hardy. Bad luck^2

Skulker and Kraven. Mutual hunting

Billy Batson and Danny. Just... So many parallels I can't

Danny and Deadman

Danny and Constantine

Vlad and Dr Doom. They can bond over shared backstory but also Doom would be appalled by Vlad's methods. And kick his ass. Doom is absolutely op

Technus and Electro. Imagine of they teamed up. That'd be a mess.

Sam, MJ (non MCU though) and Gwen. I feel like they can learn things from each other. And also bond. Lots of bonding going on here

Dash and Flash (Marvel comics post army deployment). Because Flash would destroy Dash and call him a dickhead. I live for reformed Flash Thompson helping other kids get out their bully phase by just looking them in the eyes and telling them they're not good people and that their heroes "-literally fight people like you. How can you think you're good person or that he'd like you in any way?"

Dash and Peter. Oh oh oh! But also! Peter who knows! He has dealt with this before! He can make this guy who thought bullying him was a good idea change!

Vlad and Norman Osborn. Because parallels! And this time it's Vlad that's appalled by the lack of finesse!

Danny and Eddie w Venom. I just think they're neet :) also potential angst for Ghost Hunger

Danny and Ellie meeting Ben Riley and Kaine. The boys can help them and will gladly beat up Vlad. Ellie would love Kaine and they'd bond so much. Ben would give Danny an existential crisis ("-yeah for so long I thought I was the original and that Peter -the actual guy we got cloned from- had stolen my life ahahah" "... I'm sorry what?")

Sam and Poison Ivy. They'd totally help each other!

Spectra and Harley. Look- it's just a funny concept. They would psychoanalize each other but Harley wouldn't be phased ("I've heard worst from Pudding-") but would talk in insane non sequitors and insult her so perfectly Spectra would take some time to be recover

Jazz and MJ. Any version of MJ knows what's up. They understand. And comics/Raimi-verse MJ can understand the whole parents thing

Danny and Murderdock. Ok, listen... Murderdock is a funny as hell concept. And he would try to adopt Danny so fucking fast. "What's better than one teenage hero apprentice? Two teenage hero apprentices! I don't see how this could go wrong at all :)"

Danny and literally any mutant. He needs the reassurance. Maybe Nightcrawler would be good. They've all gone through a similar "oh no oh fuck I'm not normal. I'm not human no no no-" denial and crisis phase.

That's all I have for now lmao. This turned out way more Marvel than I wanted it to be. But eh. It's fine. I don't know much DC anyway.

#danny phantom #spider-man #billy batson #dc #marvel #shazam #murderdock

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Since the only movie I'm watching tonight is 200 Cigarettes, I've got my list of movies I watched for the first time this year. It's a little low (158 instead of the usual +/- 200) but... well, it's been a year.

Property is No Longer a Theft (1973, Ello Petri)

Zola (2021, Janicza Bravo)

The Eyes of Tammy Faye (2021, Michael Showalter)

A Face in the Crowd (1957, Elia Kazan)

Paranormal Activity: Next of Kin (2021, William Eubank)

Paranormal Activity: The Ghost Dimension (2015, Gregory Plotkin)

Paranormal Activity: The Marked Ones (2014, Christopher Landon)

Paranormal Activity 4 (2012, Ariel Schulman & Henry Joost)

The Nun (2018, Corin Hardy)

Hell-Bound Train (1930, Eloyce & James Gist)

Family Plot (1976, Alfred Hitchcock)

The Witch of King’s Cross (2020, Sonia Bible)

Teknolust (2002, Lynn Hershman Leeson)

Giant (1956, George Stevens)

Castle in the Sky (1986, Hayao Miyazaki)

Messiah of Evil (1973, Willard Huyck & Gloria Katz)

House (1986, Steve Miner)

The Taking of Deborah Logan (2014, Adam Robitel)

A Woman is a Woman (1961, Jean-Luc Godard)

Woodlands Dark and Days Bewitched: A History of Folk Horror (2021, Kier-La Janisse)

The Tragedy of MacBeth (2021, Joel Coen)

The French Dispatch of the Liberty, Kansas Evening Sun (2021, Wes Anderson)

Last Night in Soho (2021, Edgar Wright)

Thelma (2017, Joachim Trier)

The Man Who Knew Too Much (1956, Alfred Hitchcock)

Pig (2021, Michael Sarnoski)

In the Earth (2021, Ben Wheatley)

Truman and Tennessee: An Intimate Conversation (2021, Lisa Immordino Vreeland)

9 (2009, Shane Acker)

Chimes at Midnight (1966, Orson Welles)

WeWork, or the Making and Breaking of a $47 Billion Unicorn (2021, Jed Rothstein)

Enemies of the State (2020, Sonia Kennebeck)

A Glitch in the Matrix (2021, Rodney Ascher)

Citizenfour (2014, Laura Poitras)

The Cremator (1969, Juraj Herz)

Angst (1983, Gerard Kargl)

Death on the Nile (1978, John Guillerman)

The Power of the Dog (2021, Jane Campion)

Nightmare Alley (2021, Guillermo Del Toro)

Mirror (1974, Andrei Tarkovsky)

House of Gucci (2021, Ridley Scott)

Free Guy (2021, Shawn Levy)

A Letter to Three Wives (1949, Joseph L Mankiewicz)

Say Amen Somebody (1982, George T Nierenberg)

Poison Ivy (1992, Katt Shea)

The Umbrellas of Cherbourg (1964, Jacques Demy)

Zatoichi (2003, Takeshi Kitano)

Pale Flower (1964, Masahiro Shinoda)

Nobody (2021, Ilya Naishuller)

A Time to Kill (1996, Joel Schumacher)

Murder by Numbers (2002, Barbet Schroeder)

Antlers (2021, Scott Cooper)

Drive My Car (2021, Ryusuke Hamaguchi)

Ready Player One (2018, Steven Spielberg)

Superman II (1980, Richard Lester)

West Side Story (2021, Steven Spielberg)

Licorice Pizza (2021, Paul Thomas Anderson)

The Batman (2022, Matt Reeves)

You Can’t Kill Meme (2021, Hayley Garrigus)

Being the Ricardos (2021, Aaron Sorkin)

Summer of Soul (2021, Ahmir “Questlove” Thompson)

Talk to Me (2007, Kasi Lemmons)

The Night House (2021, David Bruckner)

Here Comes the Devil (2012, Adrián Garcia Bogliano)

Resident Evil: Afterlife (2010, Paul W.S. Anderson)

The Ritual (2017, David Bruckner)

The Bye Bye Man (2017, Stacy Title)

Creep (2014, Patrick Brice)

From Within (2008, Phedon Papamichael)

X (2022, Ti West)

Moonfall (2022, Roland Emmerich)

Dead Man (1995, Jim Jarmusch)

The Purge (2013, James DeMonaco)

Skin: A History of Nudity in the Movies (2020, Danny Wolf)

Caligula (1979, Tinto Brass, Bob Guccione & Giancarlo Lui)

Merrily We Go to Hell (1932, Dorothy Arzner)

The Alchemist Cookbook (2016, Joel Potrykus)

Spoor (2017, Agnieszka Holland)

Cliffhanger (1993, Renny Harlin)

Runaway Jury (2003, Gary Fleder)

A Scanner Darkly (2006, Richard Linklater)

Samurai I: Musashi Miyamoto (1954, Hiroshi Inagaki)

Samurai II: Duel at Ichijoji Temple (1955, Hiroshi Inagaki)

Samurai III: Duel at Ganryu Island (1956, Hiroshi Inagaki)

Mikey and Nicky (1976, Elaine May)

Chip ‘n Dale: Rescue Rangers (2022, Akiva Schaffer)

Everything Everywhere All at Once (2022, Daniel Kwan & Daniel Scheinert)

Men (2022, Alex Garland)

Old (2021, M. Night Shyamalan)

Saint Maud (2019, Rose Glass)

Bernie (2011, Richard Linklater)

Pineapple Express (2008, David Gordon Green)

Voyeur (2021, Myles Kane & Josh Koury)

Girls Just Want to Have Fun (1985, Alan Metter)

Conspiracy Theory (1997, Richard Donner)

Experiment in Terror (1962, Blake Edwards)

The Nightingale (2018, Jennifer Kent)

Leave Her to Heaven (1945, John M. Stahl)

Black Widow (1954, Nunnally Johnson)

The Bob’s Burgers Movie (2022, Loren Bouchard & Bernard Derriman)

Incantation (2022, Kevin Ko)

All Dogs Go to Heaven (1989, Don Bluth)

Nope (2022, Jordan Peele)

House of Bamboo (1956, Samuel Fuller)

Jurassic World: Dominion (2022, Colin Trevorrow)

The Black Phone (2022, Scott Derrickson)

The Presidio (1988, Peter Hyams)

Barbarian (2022, Zach Creeger)

Elvis (2022, Baz Luhrmann)

Vengeance (2022, BJ Novak)

Crimes of the Future (2022, David Cronenberg)

Don’t Worry Darling (2022, Olivia Wilde)

Band of Outsiders (1964, Jean-Luc Godard)

The Slumber Party Massacre (1982, Amy Holden Jones)

Bodies Bodies Bodies (2022, Halina Reijn)

Dead and Buried (1981, Gary Sherman)

Blonde (2022, Andrew Dominik)

Phantasm II (1988, Don Coscarelli)

Hellraiser (2022, David Bruckner)

The Keep (1983, Michael Mann)

Next of Kin (1982, Tony Williams)

The Funhouse (1981, Tobe Hooper)

Dream Demon (1988, Harley Cokeliss)

The Hidden (1987, Jack Sholder)

Prince of Darkness (1987, John Carpenter)

White of the Eye (1987, Donald Cammell)

Halloween (2018, David Gordon Green)

Halloween Kills (2021, David Gordon Green)

Halloween Ends (2022, David Gordon Green)

Terror Train (1980, Roger Spottiswoode)

The House by the Cemetery (1981, Lucino Fulci)

Strange Behavior (1981, Michael Laughlin)

Road Games (1981, Richard Franklin)

Final Destination (2000, James Wong)

Daughters of Darkness (1971, Harry Kümel)

Matango (1963, Ishiro Honda)

Thirst (2009, Park Chan-Wook)

Wolfen (1981, Michael Wadleigh)

The Town That Dreaded Sundown (2014, Alfonso Gomez-Rejon)

Hud (1963, Martin Ritt)

The Dark Corner (1946, Henry Hathaway)

Encino Man (1992, Les Mayfield)

The Good Nurse (2022, Tobias Lindholm)

Son in Law (1993, Steve Rash)

Madame X: An Absolute Ruler (1978, Ulrike Ottinger)

Henri-Georges Cluzot’s “Inferno” (2009, Serge Bromberg & Ruxandra Medrea)

The Blue Dahlia (1946, George Marshall)

Pearl (2022, Ti West)

Amsterdam (2022, David O. Russell)

Memories of Murder (2003, Bong Joon-ho)

Glass Onion: A Knives Out Mystery (2022, Rian Johnson)

The Banshees of Inisherin (2022, Martin McDonagh)

Song of the Thin Man (1947, Edward Buzzell)

Shadow of the Thin Man (1941, W.S. Van Dyke)

RRR (2022, S.S. Rajamouli)

Another Thin Man (1939, W.S. Van Dyke)

Saaho (2019, Sujeeth)

Triangle of Sadness (2022, Ruben Östlund)

#personal #movies

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Black Rose || Chapter 8

Author’s Note: Chapter 8 is here! As a warning, this long chapter includes angst, dark content, strong language, and other possibly triggering themes. Please read at your own risk.

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2013

Leo Hill

The dining room table filled with a spread of food big enough to cover almost every neighbor in town. Both Tobias and his wife, Michelle, had cooked every part of this meal together.

Out of respect, we had all taken turns washing our hands in the kitchen or used the half-bathroom located here downstairs. Only minutes later, Michelle led our collective prayer. Each of us held hands without ever making rude comments.

Back and forth, Drew and I passed food around. Right now Cyrus couldn’t help grinning without malice between words. He chatted with Tob to start this long awaited game of catch-up.

“What do you want to know?” Tobias asked Cy before long.

“Tell me as much as you want.” Cyrus was gentle with his own question.

“How long do we have together? It’s complicated, Russ.” Tobias warned Cy. I shook my head between bites of our meals.

“I’ll stay here for as long as possible, even if it means hiding from Dad. You know he broke out of prison right?” Cyrus grounded all of us in reality.

“Yeah. News reports started running up like crazy not long ago, but he wants nothing to do with me.” Tobias uttered.

“Why didn’t Mom raise us together?” Cyrus sipped from a glass of water, but still looked worried.

“All I remember is Mom letting me stay with our neighbors down the block. Maybe she thought raising one kid alone would’ve been easier. By the time you were born, Dad was already in prison.” Tobias explained more. I looked in with Drew myself.

“What made you settle down here?” Cyrus changed the subject, but ended up nodding and wiping his lips between more bites of our meal.

“Her.” Tobias smiled again while gesturing towards Michelle at the table. We all grinned back in return.

“Go on.” Michelle encouraged him and we chuckled together almost immediately afterwards.

“She worked near my assigned field office…” Tobias trailed off and let us fill in the blanks of course.

“Happy for you.” Cyrus acknowledged his brother with another grateful expression showing now.

“Thanks. I’m just trying to lay low without facing Dad. If anything goes down, I’d never forgive myself. Be careful.” Tobias cautioned everyone here at the table.

“Of course.” Cyrus agreed.

_______

We returned home days later, but Cyrus and Drew invited me back to Club Shadow one to reconvene in one way or another.

“I thought Eric would’ve helped you find Tobias.” I squinted between the overhead strobe lights that evening.

“He stopped answering our calls after my father showed up here.” Cy rasped his voice.

“Damn. you’ve got everybody spooked.” I ended up chuckling without humor.

“Nah, that was my Dad’s fault. Like we all know, he’s out of prison and too much is at stake by this point.” Cyrus continued. Music still thundered outside the closed door.

“You know what to do if it gets too rough on your own.” I stood up after finishing off this shot and said goodbye to him. Drew followed his lead. Chaos aside, I knew better than to mentally walk off. No amount of time would end my loyalty, even if I wasn't around them full-time.

_______

2003

“L!” Drew walked over our threshold of the tattoo shop. On the other hand, this lanky dude with blondish hair wore a dark hoodie and trailed right behind him.

“Hey, Drew. What’s up? How’s your weekend going?” I offered the question while still moving around the shop. Other coworkers of mine still helped customers.

“It’s all good. Just wanted to schedule with you soon. This is Cyrus and we’re getting the same ink together.” Drew pointed back towards his friend, who walked up towards me and quietly introduced himself with a handshake.

“All right, cool. You know the drill. Give ideas of what you both want in enough time before the appointments and I’ll get it done.” I handed out that usual advice and Drew nodded along with Cyrus.

***

Now, ten years later, Drew, Cyrus, and I still shared three letters that built an acronym on the inside of our wrists:

O.W.P.

Only When Provoked.

Our motto stood to this day, unlike someone else who “worked” on the other side.

“Leo?” Another voice questioned me. I was just about to hail a cab home when that hidden person called for my attention again.

Eric appeared in all black while standing up against the nearest brick wall. I shook my head and brushed him off, knowing damn-well that he wasn’t supposed to be here.

“Get out of here, man. Cyrus told me that you punked out when his Dad showed up the other night. In fact, it's a miracle that you’re still breathing at this point.” I smirked, but still peeked over my shoulder.

“Last I checked, Ray’s hiding out in Miami.” Eric pushed himself away from the brick wall, but I wouldn’t step closer of course.

“Tell Cy, not me.” I scoffed.

“Already texted him.” Eric lifted his cell phone. “I just don’t want to drop by and give out the updates anymore.”

“If you’re so spooked now, then why even continue walking near this turf?” I pocketed my hands.

“Let’s just say that I’m looking out.” Eric clipped.

“Are you finally calling a truce with Cyrus?” I narrowed my eyes.

“Hell no.” Eric furrowed his brow and I knew that this longtime game wasn’t completely over yet.

“Then get out. Don’t you know how much is at stake because Ray's still at large?” I tried to keep him away, tried to explain how damaging shit would be if Cy’s father actually went off on people around here.

“At least Cyrus knows who his father is now. At least Ray is still alive.” Eric deadpanned through the night air.

“There’s no good in having a parent who just makes terrible choices on a regular basis.” I tried to offer more details. “Ray was in and out of prison. Never around to raise his kids. Forced his wife to sacrifice a lot of things.”

“At least Cyrus has family left. Talk to me when you’ve lived in and out of group homes and never know if you’re actually good enough to be adopted. Cy was always the favorite, no matter how fucked up home life was.” Eric didn’t cry while speaking up, but I knew that he wanted to cry, even in public tonight.

“What are you saying?” I narrowed my eyes and finally moved across the sidewalk. If not Eric’s whispers wouldn’t be loud enough to hear.

“Went to the same high school. I saw him at the very beginning.” Eric revealed the truth of their past. “Before the hoodies and mugging, Cyrus was just another teenager with second-hand glasses and crooked teeth. If it wasn’t for Drew, Cy would probably never graduate because kids used to bully him.”

“Did you bully him, too?” My blood boiled.

“No. Never.” While looking straight at me, Eric seemed genuine and earnest this time around.

“All right.” I folded both arms and waited to hear more. So much more rested in his eyes. “Go on.”

“After graduation, Russ snapped. He went out that night with Drew to celebrate at a sports bar and somebody had the nerve to stomp down his tassel cap in front of everybody.” Eric seemed immediately while recalling that memory.

“Yo, what the fuck! What happened after that?” I backpedaled with shock.

“Drew punched this bastard in the face and that was the first time Cyrus ever mugged anyone. He’s been cold ever since.” Eric said, grounding me in reality.

Cy went dark because some idiot ruined his one shred of happiness.

“Do you remember who it was?” I lowered my voice.

“No, but if Russ saw him now, he’d probably be dead.” Eric affirmed and I’d never disagree with this truth.

“Damn.” I mumbled.

“Yeah, that’s why I’ve said for you to be grateful to be alive. If he ever snaps like that again, nobody’s safe.” Eric planned on walking away, but I called back out.

“Where are you going? It’s late.” I cautioned.

“I’m getting out here and picking up food before Cy leaves the club.” Eric lifted his hand to say goodbye, but I turned to look around the corner.

A motorcycle perched underneath one nearby streetlight and Eric drove off, revving its engine to leave me alone.

Shit. I thought to myself.

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ao3feed-brucewayne · 5 months

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The Thrill of Getting By

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/BFhCZvE by Pan_Panic_89 "Fine." "Wait, What?" "I said fine. We'll do it your way." "No I heard you, its just; Peter Parker. Spiderman. The poster boy for all that is good and right, is agreeing to steal? You are my peter right? And you aren't being mind controlled? do I need to hit you over the head again?" "Only what we need. And only from places that can afford it." "There we go." or Peter getting dropped into the DCU and deciding "fuck it" then stealing his way home and into hearts Words: 1627, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Spider-Man - All Media Types, Batman - All Media Types Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence Categories: F/M Characters: Peter Parker, Felicia Hardy, Jason Todd, Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Alfred Pennyworth, Tim Drake, Duke Thomas, Damian Wayne, Stephanie Brown, The People In The Soul Stone Relationships: Felicia Hardy/Peter Parker, Felicia Hardy & Peter Parker, Tim Drake & Peter Parker & Stephanie Brown & Duke Thomas, Tim Drake & Peter Parker & Duke Thomas, batfamily members - Relationship, Batfamily Members & Peter Parker, Michelle Jones & Ned Leeds & Peter Parker, The People In The Soul Stone & Peter Parker Additional Tags: Past Rape/Non-con, Whump, Hurt/Comfort, BAMF Felicia Hardy, Peter Parker Needs a Hug, Felicia Hardy Needs A Hug, Author Is Sleep Deprived, Tim is a coffee adict, Duke Thomas is So Done, Sassy Peter Parker, I killed Mj, and aunt may, Oops, Sorry Not Sorry, Star Wars References, Vines, Stealing, a lot of stealing, Humor, Fluff and Humor, Fluff and Angst, Angst, The Author Regrets Nothing, The Author Regrets Everything, hehehehehe, I'm so tired, BAMF Peter Parker, Peter Parker is a Mess, not beta read we die like uncle ben, Thief Peter Parker, he still has morals tho, they're just... iffy, Constellations, Good Parent Bruce Wayne, Its just important to me ok?, Peter Parker Acts Like a Spider, Tags May Change, Tags Are Hard, I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping, How Do I Tag, Crack, Past Character Death, Resurrection read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/BFhCZvE

#IFTTT #bruce wayne #batman #the caped crusader #the dark knight #dcu #ao3 #ao3feed

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megalony · 7 months

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Hi! It's been a while :)) I'm not sure if you're still writing for murderer Ben Hardy, but I would like to ask if there's a part 2 for Answer Me? 🥹

You're writings are sooo good, I always come back here every time I crave the angst. Stay safe & stay amazing! <3

Hello, I haven't written for Ben in a while but I'm in such an angsty Ben mood lately I'm desperate to write for him again especial;y murderer Ben because I love those imagines.

I don't know about a second part for Answer Me but I'll consider it. Although if you have any murderer Ben ideas I'd love some inspiration.

I'm thrilled you come back to my stories that makes me so happy

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♡ Losing Love ♡

Pairing: Billy/Four x reader

Word Count: 1.6k +

Warnings: Spoilers for the film, mentions of Billy's 'death', mentions of suicide, mourning

Summary: You watched your boyfriend die 4 years ago, so why is he now standing in front of you being called 'Four'?

Not proof read

4 Years ago today was the day you lost Billy. You’d both been in the group together, spending your days robbing anything you could. It was Billy’s idea to go for the Kalahari, and when you were running from the cops, you watched him fall - you were already nearly on the other building, watching your friend grab the necklace that was hanging from his mouth, never reaching to grab his hand. You watched as the necklace slipped out of his mouth, a scream tumbling from your lips as you watched your boyfriend fall, the other’s having to drag you to the next building, forcing you to keep moving, forcing you to leave him behind.

You cried at his funeral, standing alongside his mum as you watched him get buried. The funeral was closed-casket, apparently the sight of his body was too gruesome to even have an open casket, the last time you saw his face was when you watched him fall, everytime you closed your eyes all you could see was the fear in his eyes as he held on for dear life, the memories of you two together only coming in afterwards, flooding your thoughts like a tsunami, an ocean you couldn’t control, you drowned in the memories of your love and there was no one to pull you out - for four years you’d been mourning, and you’d never stop loving him.

After Billy’s death, you left the group - you could never forgive her for not grabbing onto him, for only caring about the necklace instead of Billy’s life; you couldn’t keep robbing with them, you couldn’t keep being civil with them when he died for them and they didn’t seem to care.

However, you didn’t stay away from the life of crime, you tried to at first, the first few months after Billy’s death, you couldn’t bring yourself to do anything again, but then, you figured you had nothing else to lose - you stopped robbing physically and learnt how to hack, starting off with hacking some bank accounts, never taking anything, just seeing if you could do it. Then you started learning how to hack government systems, police systems, being able to find out everything they were doing. So, you joined a new team, one that would be sure to have each other’s backs, or, so you thought.

Many of the jobs you did in the group were spent in hotel rooms for you, you’d never be the one to take anything, you’d just be the guy in the chair, hacking into the security systems, making sure your girls didn’t get seen at all, make sure they didn’t get caught - and so far, you hadn’t been caught. Until tonight.

The hotel room was mostly silent, the only sounds coming from it were the sounds of your keyboard, occasionally your voice breaking through, making sure you were telling your team everything you were seeing, telling them whenever there was a guard nearby or something happening somewhere else. Everything had gone smoothly, the jewels you were aiming for had been stolen, you’d just finished working on deleting any evidence that you were in the building at all throughout the night.

“You’re good.” A voice spoke causing you to jump slightly, snatching the knife that was on your desk and throwing it towards the voice, “and good at throwing knives.” he chuckled as he walked forwards, allowing you to see him.

“Who the fuck are you and how the fuck did you get in here?” you asked, your voice wavering lightly. The only thought running through your head being the fact you thought you were going to die right now, the thought only increasing as the man aimed a gun at you. The panic you felt slowly dissipated as you realised, if you die, you’ll get to see Billy again, and maybe, just maybe you were okay with that - you were perfectly fine giving up your life to see the love of your life one more time.

You broke from your thoughts at the gunshot echoing through your room, cursing slightly under your breath, “You could do a lot of good with the skills you have, you know? Instead of using them simply to steal things. You could use them to topple governments, to change how the world works, to bring some good into the world, and I could help you do that, all I ask is that you need to die.” He spoke, lowering the gun, smirking lightly at your reaction to the shot.

“Die? What do you mean, die?” you asked dumbly, your brows furrowing in confusion.

He chuckled, “We’ve all done it. Everyone in the team, all faked our deaths, all considered dead to the world.” He paused, noticing your still confused expression, “we have to be dead, no traces of us on social media, no way to track us, no way to find us. It keeps us completely in the dark of the world, and means we never get caught.”

“So I have to fake my death?”

He nodded, “That’s what the gunshot was for.” he nodded towards the window that now had a bullet hole in it, “Suicide, we write a note, leave it somewhere for your family, and your body will never be found, simple as. If you say no, then you can just say it was a little accident when you check out.” he chuckled.

It was only a moment before you answered, your mind somehow already being made up “I’ll do it.” Part of you thinks that you said that because of Billy, maybe doing this would help you move on from him, would help you feel like you were doing the right thing in his memory, you figured he’d be happy that you were changing, instead of simply still wallowing in self pity from watching him die, but the other part of you knows you did it for yourself, you’d finally be able to do something good with your life, or at least supposedly, you could do something good with your life.

“Welcome to the team, Eight.”

One had explained everything to you on the plane, explained how everyone on the team goes by numbers for safety, he explained the last mission they did, revealing to you that they were behind the revolution in Turgistan, something you’d seen all over the news when it was happening. He explained everything about the team and what they did.

It was a few hours later when you were being lead through where they lived, glancing at the trailers that were scattered around, One leading you to an abandoned shell of a plane, explaining that this was the ‘haunted house’ it was where they did everything, where they planned every mission and where they met every member that joined, and that now, included you.

Six sets of eyes turned to you as you walked in, One still talking to you, explaining something you stopped listening to the moment you got a glance of those green eyes you knew so well, that person in question turning away from you the second he looked at you.

“Billy?” you whispered, your eyes already watering, tears threatening to spill over. The rest of the team watched, confused, all of them turning to Billy, One being the first one to speak.

“You know him?” One asked, confused, looking between you and Billy. The sigh that left Billy’s lips echoed around the plane,

“She’s my girlfriend. She was with me when I fell.” Billy spoke, turning once again to look at you, his own eyes filling with tears.

“You look exactly the same.” you whispered, walking closer to him, everyone still watching the two of you with wide eyes, shocked at what Billy had said. One never recruited anyone who knew each other, they were amazed that One never found out about your history with Billy.

“That was never in any of her history.” One explained at the confused looks the team were giving him.

“I erased everything about him when he died. It was too hard for me to see it all, too hard to relive it all, I started a new life.” you explained, walking closer to Billy, who was still sitting down, “Can I touch you? I’m not sure I believe it otherwise.” you whispered, quiet enough for only him to hear. Billy nodded as you kept walking closer, your hands coming up to rest on his cheeks, your thumbs wiping away the few tears that were falling from his eyes, your own tears running down your face. One of your hands moved to the back of his neck, playing with his hair as his hands came to the back of your thighs - you were standing in between his legs, close enough that his body warmth was emitting onto you, causing a shiver to run down your spine.

Billy moved his hands to your lower back, wrapping his arms around you as you wrapped yours around his neck, hugging his body close to yours. One of your hands stayed in his hair, your lips resting on top of his head, leaving gentle kisses. “Please don’t cry. We’re both here and we’re both fine.” he whispered, “I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry.” he kept whispering, repeating it like it was a mantra.

“I forgive you Billy. I could never be angry with you.” You pulled away slightly, tilting his head up so you could gently kiss him, the first time your lips had touched in four years, you’d almost forgotten how it had felt to kiss him, you forgot how gentle his lips were, how his hands would always wonder, gripping onto you so tightly like he was scared he was going to lose you again. “I love you Billy.” you whispered against his lips.

“I love you so much. I’m never leaving you again.” Billy whispered, his face buried in your neck.

Prompts taken from @creativepromptsforwriting

“You look exactly the same.”

“Can I touch you? I’m not sure I believe it otherwise”

“Please don’t cry. We’re both here and we’re both fine.”

#ben hardy #four #ben hardy imagine #ben hardy fluff #ben hardy x reader #ben hardy fanfic #ben hardy angst #billy imagine #four imagine #6 underground imagine #6 underground x reader

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