#ben hardy fluff

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Protector, Warren Worthington iii

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Now it's been three months since he disappeared.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[yournotsolocalcryptid]

Whatever Happens

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Summary: idk man, fluffy stuff, tending to wounds, mini heart to heart typa vibes

Pairing: Billy/Four x Gender neutral reader

Word count: 666

Warnings: fluff, tending to wounds, cuddling american writing a brit, poor writing and editing skills etc

It was dark when you finally woke up. You lay in the quiet for a few minutes then hauled yourself off the bed and grabbed new materials for Billy's wounds. You found him laid out on his back on the couch with one nodding off in the chair. You turned on the lamp by billys head and saw the other man jerk awake as you did. You assumed he hadn't intended to fall asleep or let his guard down but you paid him no mind and continued. You knelt by billys abdomen and gently lifted his shirt above the bandaged area and carefully started removing those as well. You ignored his stare as you inspected the wounded area. You went in with some disinfectant just to be safe, which caused him to hiss, then you secured the new gauze and threw out the old. you then took a disinfectant wipe from your first aid kit to the remaining open wounds on his head. Some were healing well and some were bad enough that it was going to take more than just a few days to see progress. As you tenderly blotted then you were grateful neither of the two men had said anything and you hoped they wouldn't. You finished with the last one on his face and you noticed another near his collar bone which you gave the same treatment. As you pulled away his hand caught yours and he brought it to his lips and gave a quick kiss, you assumed in thanks. You turned, tossed the wipe in the trash and returned to your room, all the while you could feel his big beautiful puppy dog eyes on you. 

    You lay on your bed, back facing the door. You stared at the wall in the dark, zoned out and numb. You heard the door open and close softly behind you. You didn't move, you knew which one it was   Billy lay beside you. You both stayed silent for a long while the he said quietly “im sorry. I’m-” his voice cracked “so fucking sorry, love” 

   You didn't respond, you just lay there willing yourself not to cry, as you knew billy was too. After you you don't even know how long, you rolled over and lay your head on his chest as you’d done so many times so very long ago and murmured “we will have to talk about it eventually you know.”

   “I know” 

You both remained awake and in that position for hours, silence filling the room. Eventually your mind wandered to the man in the other room. You were surprised he was keeping his mouth shut and minding his own business, you were also surprised he was still here and it begged the question, why? Why was One still here and why had he told you so much? 

   You sat up “BIlly?”

   He hummed in response 

   “Why is he still here? And why did he tell me all that?”

   “not  entirely sure. His behavior is odd, even for him. I expected him to come for me and find me, I didn't expect the rest.”

   “is he gonna kill me? Is that why he…” you trailed off

   “No. I don't think thats his intention and I would never let that happen”

   “then why?”

   “Not sure, love. I’m as confused as you are.” he reached up and gently starts rubbing small circles on your back. It was soft and reassuring. He’s here and you're safe, but you cant help but doubt how long it would last. He left before he might again, but something deep down told you he’d never leave your side. That this was somehow different than before and he’d never do it again. You weren't sure if this feeling came from your soul, heart, head, gut, intuition, context clues or if you were just deeply delusional but here you were believing the man who’d lied, left and faked his own death when he said “whatever happens, I’ve got you”

[mamaskillerqueen]

This is my most favourite thing I have ever written. Every once in a while someone new stumbles upon it and drops a like and I need to reread it. So, today I’m reblogging it because I just love it.

Lover || Ben Hardy x Reader

A/N: This is my entry to @borhapparker​’s writing challenge! It’s a bit different from my usual writing but I hope you enjoy it! Word count: 4,800 Warnings: None that I can think of, per se other than, I went super self indulgent, I am sorry. Prompt: Lover by Taylor Swift

The worst thing about all the travelling and long working hours was, by far, the jet lag. Ben would never once complain about his job. He loved what he did, and he knew how incredibly lucky he was to be living this life. That didn’t mean sleepless nights didn’t suck just the same.

Something mindless had been playing on the TV for hours now, the blonde British man sat staring blankly for nearly as long. Despite the sand paper feel of his now dried out eyes, sleep was impossible. The itch for a cigarette was the only reason he found himself rising from the couch and climbing the stairs of his apartment building two by two to the roof.

Smoking in the flat was strictly prohibited. When he first moved in, he was sure that was going to be a deal breaker. It had been temporary anyways, at least that was what he had been hoping. Now it was three years later and he found he quite enjoyed the view the roof gave of his beloved city below. He was curious what it would look like this late, or early, as it was quickly approaching dawn.

And you’ll save all your dirtiest jokes for me

And at every table, I’ll save you a seat

Lover

With a crumbled brow, Ben shoved the roof access door open all the way. The cigarette stand was propping the door open just slightly, and the melody he heard had him completely forgetting his curiosity about the city lights. He’d heard the song a million times but never had he been this impressed. Or intrigued.

The girl holding the guitar had her back to him, her eyes focused out over the exact lights he’d been hoping to enjoy. She was completely oblivious to him. He was completely enamoured by her.

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[yourimagines]

Hi love👋🏻

Can you perhaps write a multiple story about Dunkirk or Pearl harbour. With the actors jack lowden, josh hartnett, ben affleck and Tom hardy. I’m so down for them 😂

If not it’s fine, I understand

Hi, thank you for your request, sorry it took me this long but here is the first part. It's going to be a slow burn ad the readers choose how this story will go, so please tell me what should happen next🧡

Saviour

* English is not my first language I apologise

* Triggers: WW2, Swearing, Angst and fluff

Disclaimer: It’s a fiction based off real life events.

Part two, Part three, Part four

Cast;

Jack Collins 23 years old,

Tom Farrier 26 years old,

Danny Walker 22 years old,

Rafe McCawley 24 years old,

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Y/n POV

The world was falling apart slowly as war began to spread across Europe. Most of the men who were above 16 years old joined the military, to fight for our country. I joined the military as well as a 20 year old woman, to help and take care of our men as a nurse.

“This is France.” Mrs Dawson said as she pointed at the map, that was hanging against the wall. “Some of you will go there and help our forces at the front lines, others stay here.” Most girls got excited as they heard about going to France, going to our troops. “We all move to the military base tomorrow morning, pack light because you don’t need anything else than your medical supplies at the front lines.” With that she ended her speech and we all went back to our rooms, getting ready for tomorrow.

——The next day——

It was six in the morning when they woke us up. “Let’s go ladies, time is ticking.” We all got up and got ready. “I’m so excited, I hope I’ll get picked for France.” My best friend said as she put some makeup on. “There is a war going on, you know that right?” She nodded and flashed me a smile through the mirror. “Y/n, there are the real men, not those….you know from town.” I rolled my eyes and smoothed my dress. “Right….just hurry up, I don’t want to be late.”

The train ride was quiet as everyone was nervous. “Please let them be handsome.” One of my new friends said. “Of course they are, all RAF pilots are good looking and respectful men.” A small discussion started between a few ladies. “Y/n needs a man.” My best friend said with a giggle. “No I don’t, I’m not here to find a man.” She gave me a look and shrugged me off. “Everyone is looking for a man…”

After a long travel day we arrived at the military base from the RAF. “Ladies, I want you all to behave and show your best side as captain Morty will guide us to our rooms.” Mrs Dawson said as captain Morty smiled at us. “Yes mrs Dawson.” We all said in chorus. She nodded at the captain and he guided us to our rooms as we passed through a few hangars.

Jack POV

“Nurses will be joining us.” Danny said as he joined us at the hangar. “Really?” Josh a new mechanic said as he looked up from his work. “Yes, they just arrived.” The mechanics started to whistle as they heard the new from Danny. “Calm down, they are just nurses.” Rafe said with a grin on his face, finding it amusing how the mechanics reacted to the news. “He’s right, they are here to do their job, so let’s focus on ours.” Tom our squad commander said as he was reading a book. “Of course…” they mumbled as they went back to their work.

The whole atmosphere between the mechanics was different than usual, It’s causing a bit of commotion between everyone. “Do you think we have a chance?” Josh asked As he was cleaning his work spot. “Honestly no, if they are looking for a man, they want those ground soldiers.” Danny said as he stood up, brushing off his pants. “Really? Not even the pilots?” Josh looked a bit disappointed at Danny, who just shook his head. “Josh, he’s joking around, of course we have a chance. Women like every man that is serving in the military at the moment.” Rafe said with an amusing smile on his face, as his best friend was joking around with the mechanics.

We all got send off early to our beds as we all needed those extra hours of sleep. “I heard it’s not going well for the French.” Danny quietly said as we were all lying in our bunk beds. “Do you think we are going there?” He popped his head up and leaned over the edge to look down at his friend Rafe, who was lying on his back, his arms crossed behind his head. “Maybe…” he answered, Danny nodded and laid back in his bed. “Why are you thinking about that?” I asked him. “Don’t know, I heard one of the mechanics talking about it this morning.” I hummed and rolled over to my left side, facing the wall. “We’ll see how it goes…”

Y/n POV

The girls were excited as we saw a few mechanics and pilots roaming around in one of the hangars. “They are all so handsome.” One said as we were getting ready to go to bed. “I know…” my best friend said. I smiled and crawled into the bed. “I can’t wait to start tomorrow.” We all giggled about it, gossiping about them and talking about our future. After some time we turned the light off and laid down in our own beds. “We should get some sleep, we all need to look good in the morning.” Someone said as a few hummed and agreed. I silently nodded and turned around, facing the wall. “We’ll see how it goes…”

We all woken up by a bell going off, it was Mrs Dawson. “Ladies, it’s time to get ready.” Some of us groaned, some of us stood up without saying a word. I slowly turned around and moved the blanket away. “Come on, get up.” Mrs Dawson said as a few were still lying in their beds. “You all have 10 minutes to get ready.” She disappeared from our shared room and we all began our morning routine.

“This is the work station for you ladies.” Caption Morty said as we walked into a room, looking like a small hospital. “Our men will stop by to get their medical check ups before leaving for their missions.” We all looked around the room. “Anymore questions? If not, Mrs Dawson has the schedules from all the groups that are in this facility and she also has the time schedules for the canteen. Ladies I wish you all the best.” He gave Mrs Dawson a nod and left us alone, she started to show us the schedules and rules for our new adventure here at the RAF military base.

Jack POV

Danny went for a walk and came back with a smile on his face. “What happened to you?” Rafe asked as Danny joined us at the table. “I saw them.” Tom sighed and continued to eat his breakfast. “Is that why you went for a walk?” Danny smiles and digs into his breakfast. “Danny come on…” Rafe said annoyingly. “I only passed by, they were with captain Morty.” I shook my head and Tom shot me a well knowing glare. “I think we should leave them be, they can’t have us spying on them as well. The mechanics are already losing their minds.” Rafe pointed at me, agreeing what I just said. “See, you need to stop Walker, we are here to fight for our country. Not for the ladies…” Danny nodded, knowing what we meant. “Yeah…you’re right.” Rafe gave him a gently pat on his shoulder. “It’s all good brother.”

[simphq]

So i an absolutely obsessed with Queen and the film Bohemian Rhapsody. I love the cast and so I decided to write a Joe Mazzello story. Feel free to add some ideas if you would like to!! So Here is the backstory and first chapter!

• Your Roger Taylors child

• the story is set around the filming of bohemian rhapsody

•most focused on the real life experience than their ‘online life’

•if you have any ideas lmk 😁

•Thanks for reading x

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Therealy/n Glad to be on set x

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Benhardy we look fantastic 😏

Mrgwilymlee Love it when your on set ❤️

joe_mazzello you should come on to set more!

therealy/n @joe_mazzello ill see what i can do 😁

Brianmayforreal the boys looked amazing today! Bri

Rogertaylorofficial the boys worked really hard today and it was wonderful to have you on set today my darling.

ramimalek who is the handsome man at the end i wonder??

Benhardy @ramimalek me duhh 🙄

Therealy/n @benhardy in your dreams blondy

Lucyboynton1 i wish i was on set today 😭

Therealy/n @lucyboynton1 ugh me too i felt lonely without my other half today 😢

[georgeweasleyslostearhq]

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

of course!

FIRST CHRISTMAS

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

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

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

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

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

"well good morning" you yawned.

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

"good morning, darling" Joe greeted

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

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

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

"and you couldn't wait for me?"

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

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

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

you let out a breathy chuckle and closed your eyes.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I never doubted it"

"I love you" he said kissing you softly

"I love you too" you smiled at him sweetly

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

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

--

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

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

"yes?" you smiled politely.

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

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

Rami, Ben, Joe.

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

"come in" he replied through the door

he probably thought it was ben.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I'm an extra" you responded

"no I meant your name" he chuckled

"oh um, Y/n"

"I'm joe" he smiled warmly

"I know" you took a deep breath

"do you now?" he responded in amusement

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

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

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

"thanks"

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

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

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

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

"get used to it" he said

--

"this is the best christmas" Joe sighed happily

[laminy]

“I could drive.”

Ben looks over at Gwil in surprise. “Uh…”

“Well, not legally, obviously,” Gwil says, and Ben snorts.

“That sort of seems like an important bit,” he says. “Considering my education, and all.”

“Oh, that?” Gwil scoffs, and then gives Ben a playful grin. “Silly old thing.”

“Yes, that.” Ben wants to roll his eyes and protest further, but he also looks down at his arm. He’d gone to a kickboxing class with Rami just for fun (why, oh why does Rami have so much energy, it really should have been Gwil that went), but he must’ve hit the bag wrong or something. His doctor wrapped it for him; Ben’s not sure all that is necessary, but it has felt better. 

Rami and Joe have brought the kids over, instead of them usually going over there to hang out. Ben took a couple days off work. But now he’s not sure how to go about getting to the train station. Gwil’s walked down to the train station the last couple days, but Ben’s not doing that.

“I can just put it on auto,” Ben says.

“But really, you should be able to take the wheel if something happens,” Gwil says. “I have two hands.” He waves them both at Ben to prove his point.

“You also don’t know how to drive.”

“How hard could it be? I’ve seen you lot do it. Rami learned. Joe has a license. Joe’s American. If he can drive here, I certainly can.”

“Gwil.” Ben shifts on the sofa, and leans in towards him. “I appreciate you wanting to take care of me. But it would illegal. And frightening, on a personal level.” He smiles and kisses Gwil on the tip of his nose.

“Well, that does it.” Gwil quickly stands up, and Ben has to awkwardly fall back to get out of his way. 

“Does what?”

“I’m going for a spin. That’s what people say, isn’t it?”

“Sure,” Ben says. “Where are you spinning?”

“Up and down the drive,” Gwil says, as he walks out of the living room. “That’s legal, I know. Private property.”

“Ah.” Ben shakes his head, amused, but then he can hear Gwil getting the keys. And getting his shoes on. And— oh, Gwil is going outside. He’s really not joking. “Gwilym!” He hurries out to pull on his trainers, and he steps outside.

Gwil’s leaning against the car, looking amused and smug at the same time. “Come to see me off?”

“What are you doing?” Ben asks. 

“I just want to see if I can do it,” Gwil says. “For a minute.”

“If you want to drive, take lessons,” Ben says. “I can’t teach you.”

“I at least want to see if I can turn it on.” Gwil unlocks the car and climbs into the driver’s seat. “Oh! It’s a bit different on this side.”

“I’ve had my seat just how I like it for years now,” Ben says. “And you’re going to ruin that for me.”

“Are you getting in?” Gwil asks.

“How far are you going?” Ben asks.

“Down the hill.”

“Nope. Too close to the road.”

“Let me see if I can turn it around up here then.”

Ben sighs, and looks around, debating just how stupid this is. On a scale of Rami to Joe, it’s closer to Joe. But… Ben sighs again. How bad could it be? Famous last words? “Fine.”

Gwil cheers, and Ben walks around to the other side of the car. “Knew I’d win you over.”

“I need to save you from yourself.” They buckle in, and Ben looks over. “Alright. Start it up.”

“That part’s easy.” There’s a button to push to start, so even Gwil’s got that. “Ooh, love.” Gwil grins at him. “Look at me go.”

Ben laughs softly. As much as he thinks this is still a stupid idea, at least Gwil is entertained. 

“Now what’s this say?” Gwil pushes his glasses up and leans in towards the screen. “Do I want to be on auto or manual? Manual, obviously.” He hits the button and then grips the steering wheel. “Got my pedals down here.” He hits the gas and Ben jumps at the sound of the engine revving. “Whoops.”

“Other one.”

“Sorry, love.” Gwil looks down and gently presses his foot on the brake, and then he carefully shifts the car into drive. 

“Slowly,” Ben says, nervously curling his fingers into his leg. “Don’t take your foot off all at once.”

“Right.” Gwil slowly lifts his foot, and then he lets out a sound of delight as the car starts to roll forward. “I’m driving!”

“Mm-hmm.”

Gwil hunches forward as they slowly inch forward, and Ben reaches out, tapping him on the arm. “Oh, sit back?”

“Yeah.”

“Right.” Gwil sits back, and tightly grips the steering wheel. “I’m going to hit the gas.”

“Oh god,” Ben murmurs.

“Just a little.”

“Right.” 

Gwil taps on the gas and they surge forward— not much, but enough to make Ben’s stomach twist. They come to the end of the drive, and Gwil is smart enough to know that he should push on the brake before they start driving on the grass. A little too quickly, but they’re not going fast enough to jerk too hard. “Back in park.”

Ben looks around. “Thought you said you were going to turn around.”

“Oh, I don’t think so.”

Ben smiles. “No?”

“Not sure that’s for the best.”

Ben’s smile grows, and he leans over to kiss Gwil on the cheek. “That went better than I was expecting, honestly. You drove! Technically. You didn’t like it?”

“I can feel my heart,” Gwil says, touching his chest. “I’m not sure about that.” He looks at Ben. “Sorry I can’t drive you to work.”

“That’s alright,” Ben says. “I appreciate the effort.”

“It was sort of scary, isn’t it?”

Ben bites down on a smile. Gwil literally went to space, faster than the speed of light. Though, to be fair, Ben knows that Gwil wasn’t the one driving (piloting?) the Mercury. “Can be.”

Gwil unbuckles and moves to open the car door, and Ben’s arm shoots out, hitting Gwil in the chest. “Ow! What?”

“The car’s still on,” Ben says. “You just put it in park.”

“Oh, fuck.” Gwil hits the button to stop the engine, and then he settles back in his seat. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay.”

“I’m going to stick my bike.”

“Yeah, probably for the best.”

[queenmylovely]

Oh how cute and awkward 😊

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Pairing: Ben Hardy x Reader

Words: 769

Warnings: Ben is poor tired baby, meet cute.

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

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Caught in the Cat's Web Chapter 3

Miguel O'Hara x Felicia Hardy!Reader

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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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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?!”

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Manhattan

Ben Hardy x fem! reader

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

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

what kind?: angst

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

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

gif by @ificanwriteiscannon

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First person POV:

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

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

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

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

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

Ben's POV:

you can have Manhattan cause I can't have you

"-I just feel

as if we've gone two different directions

I am so so sorry

I love you

forever yours.

y/n."

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

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

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

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

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

She took few shallow breathes before answering.

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

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

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d i s c l a i m e r : i do not own the rights to the movie series "fast and furious", nor do i own the plot. all credits goes to the writers. the OC characters belong to me, adn the ideas for the scenes are crafted by me. inspiration is taken from the movies, but none are identical to the plot of the movies.

p a i r i n g : female!original character x sebastian stan , female!original character x lucas till , female!original character x ben hardy

w a r n i n g s : blood, violence, guns, street racing, death, mentions of sexual themes, languge, agnst, drinking, some fluff (MINOR DNI !!!)

s u m m a r y : street racing gives them a thrill they've enjoyed ever since they could remember, the adrenaline rush when they step on the gas pedal as the checkered flag drops. it was just her for a long time, till she found them. now, she has a team, an unstoppable one. one job seems worse than the last, yet they never stop. what happens when they face their biggest threat yet, a ghost from the past? a ghost from the past? will they push on towards the finish line or drift and crash into one another?

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#5

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

You got it!

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

Link to my Ko-Fi

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

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

REBLOGS AND COMMENTS ARE APPRECIATED!!!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Roger turned around to find the radio.

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

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

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

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

"Here! Have a dance!" he offered

"Are you sure?" you asked.

"Never more sure!"

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

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

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#4

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

This sounds so cute! OF course!

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Ah, mama's girl already!"

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

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

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

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

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

"Hi there!" she chirruped.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Here she is!" you announced proudly.

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

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

She grinned.

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

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53 notes - Posted April 16, 2022

#3

Hi everyone!

This is your reminder for fanfic writers-

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

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

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

BUT GUESS WHAT??

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

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

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

65 notes - Posted November 18, 2022

#2

Elvis (2022) dir. Baz Luhrmann

160 notes - Posted September 3, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

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

AWWWWW. I really like this!

Freddie:

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

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

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

Roger:

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

“Here...shhhh” You would say.

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

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242 notes - Posted January 19, 2022

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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

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Can I request a fluffy John Deacon x fem. reader long fic where reader is home alone with their 2 year old daughter while John is on tour and while tucking the little girl into bed, their daughter tells reader how much she misses John and reader assures their daughter that her dad will be home very soon and that he loves them both so much and the next day on Christmas, John surprises them by coming home early?

cute!

HOME FOR CHRISTMAS

pairings: John deacon x fem!reader summary: ^^^^^ warnings: none

John had been on tour for almost 2 months now, leaving you with your two year old daughter. He was away quite a bit and as much as you wanted him to be around more for you and your daughter, you knew it payed the bills and made him happy.

John and the rest of Queen were touring to support their new album 'A Night At The Opera'

but it was Christmas tomorrow and your daughter was begging for her father

"I miss him" she sniffled

"I know you do, sweetie. I do too. but it's what he needs to do." you smiled down at her.

you slipped her blanket over her small body. kissing her on her forehead.

"I want him now. it's christmas" she cried sadly

"I know, Honey, he wished he could be here too. he wants you to know he loves you very much and can't wait to see you in April" you told her lovingly

"too long!" she whined

"I know, honey. but he's doing this because he loves us. ok? he loves you very much. time will fly by and he'll be home as soon as you know it. ok?" you spoke softly

"promise?"

"I promise" you put out your pinky for her

you kissed her again before walking to the door a turning off the light

"Merry christmas, Honey" you shut the door, sighing as you looked down

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"Mommy!" you heard you daughter yell as she ran into your room

"Mommy, wake up! Christmas!" she yelled

"I'm up, sweetie" you yawned as she crawled on your bed, shaking you

"presents!" she screamed cheerfully

"alrighty, let's go" you hopped out of bed and picked her up, taking her downstairs to your living room, where your tree was set up with the presents sitting underneath it neatly

you put her down and sat down as she ran to the gifts. she sat down next the them and picked one up, ripping it open, finding a pink bear with bow around it's neck.

she gasped and held on to it tightly

"I love it!" she beamed

"open that one!" you pointed to the one with red wrapping paper

"okay!" she giggled

she picked it up and opened it. her face lighting up as she saw a doll of a baby.

she thanked you and went to her room, to put it with the rest of her dolls.

there was a knock on the door. assuming it with your parents or something, you went to open it.

John stood in front of you with a grin and a bag in his handcas you opened the door

"John!" you wrapped your arms around him "why aren't you in America?"

"we leave on the 27th" he stated

"Mommy!" you heard your daughter call

"she's missed you so much" you told John

"did you?" he asked as he walked in.

"of course I did, John"

"honey, guess who's here!" you called out for your daughter

"I'll get her" you said

"I love you" he kissed you

"I love you too" you smiled. going up to your 2 year old

"who's here?" she questioned

"just wait" you picked her up, going down to the living room where her dad stood waiting for her. you put her down and she ran to him

"Dada!" she yelled happily

"hey, sweetie" he greeted, picking her up

"your tour?" she asked

"I'm here with you and mommy for a few days" he explained simply

she cheered and looked at his bag

"presents?!"

"you bet!" he kissed her cheek

she got out of his arms and got the present, immediately playing with it

you looked down at your daughter playing on the ground, smiling at her

you walked to the kitchen, going to make yourself a coffee

"you think I forgot about you?" Johns voice said from behind you, you smiled as you turned the kettle on

he walked to you, passing you a box from behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder.

you rolled your eyes as you opened the white box, seeing a beautiful necklace and pair of earrings comfortably laying in it.

"they're beautiful, John" you admitted

"I know, I saw them in the window and just thought of you, I knew I had to get them" he replied softly,

you took the necklace out of the box, letting John take it from your hands, moving your hair out of the way and putting it around your neck.

You turned to face him

"Merry Christmas, My love" he rubbed your arms.

"Merry Christmas, Deaky" you smiled, pulling his in for a gentle kiss.

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Cuddles

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

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

Word Count:217 words <3

gif not mine!!

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

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

Ben turned his head slightly to see you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I love you so much Y/N"

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

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