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Spider-Man PS4 should've been called Spider-Man & His Amazing(ly Badass Bisexual Female) Friends.

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My Star Wars: The Old Republic Beskar'ta Fic AU Characters

THE KA'RA LEGACY

BETEN KA'RA

Gameplay Series: https://youtube.com/playlist?list=PLtySlXIiOy6EJ0st3uMuOxUgjyYN61HSi&si=qSKSBkbl_5HmpiNJ

Aliases: Barsen'thor Beskar'ta, Ben, Sky Hunter, Herald of Scorekeeper

Date of Birth: 6 BTC / 2,659 BBY (16 at start of game)

Gender: Male

Species: Stewjoni Avian-Human Hybrid Variant (Winged)

Home Planet: Mandalore

Affiliations: Republic, Eternal Alliance

Class: Jedi Consular

Discipline: Shadow

Role: Tank

Significant Other: Sagida

Preferred Weapons: Dualsaber with Solari Crystals, a Beskar Frame, and Petrified Wood. Secondary Lightsaber made of the First Blade's Hilt with a Solari Core.

Outfit 1: (Jedi Knight Revan's Armor Set) Beten wears simple cream robes and leather, the one exception being Mandalorian Beskar-tipped boots that can get the job done and get it done fast.

Outfit 2: (Rogue Agent's Armor Set) Beten changes his outfit to more neutral and hardy materials - though he keeps his favorite boots - after becoming the Commander of the Eternal Alliance. More leather and less linen, though still organic material. He has also earned a scar over his right eye during the conflict.

Species Traits: Stewjoni Human Colonists intermingled with the native Avian species millennia ago, and as a result the dominant demographic on Stewjon at the time of the Old Republic is a Human-Avian Hybrid. They are shorter, smaller, and more willowy than their fully human counterparts (though larger than their avian ancestors) with either mottled or heavily freckled skin as an adaptive ability for camouflage. Stewjoni Hybrids have hollow bones as strong as durasteel and can go great lengths without rest or food, accustomed to lying in ambush for prey or flying for great stretches in migratory patterns. Stewjoni also have retractable webbing between their fingers and toes along with thin gills that can seal shut on their necks, as their diet heavily consists of fish, and they have six fangs with venom glands with very sharp nails as well as enlarged lung capacity and very flexible joints. Their wings and feathers are waterproof, and they have excellent sight (even in low-light situations), smell, hearing, and taste. Their reflexes and strength are built for speed and mobility. Some of the more avian members of the species have feather crests rather than hair on their heads, and Stewjoni find it very difficult to grow hair anywhere else other than on their heads; many males are incapable of facial hair. The species is particularly hardy with fast metabolisms, a higher core temperature, resistance to extreme temperatures both hot and cold resistance to increased pressure (as in the ocean depths) or lack thereof (high altitudes), and eating a meat and fish and fruit and seed/nut diet with very little in the way of vegetables and no grains whatsoever.

Physical Characteristics: Beten has creamy pale skin covered in freckles, and blue-grey eyes that have a touch of green in them. His hair is a sandy copper that he prefers to keep somewhat shaggy and fluffy, his wings a more metallic variation of this color palette. His wings are also shaped for speed and maneuverability, as a bird of prey rather than for endurance flight.

Personality Traits: Beten manages to balance the expected decorum and reservedness of a Jedi Master with an impish and somewhat mischievous sense of humor. He Finds his duties as the Barsen'thor to be very fulfilling and is a patient, understanding teacher. These qualities make him an outstanding diplomat and, combined with his skills with a lightsaber, make him a deadly opponent both on and off of the battlefield. He inspires great loyalty in friends and courage in cowards.

Associated Music: "Kiss the Sky" - Karen Morris (https://youtu.be/6VwRCtXoKKs?si=WbmuIGBuSJp1SBYc)

Trivia: Beten is one of the youngest Jedi Masters to have a seat upon the High Council, and is the third Barsen'thor in the history of the Order. His training was guided strongly by the Force.

Personal Background: Orphaned as an infant by the deaths of his Stewjoni parents and adopted as a Foundling into the warrior elite in the Ka'ra Clan on Manda'yaim - a rare Force-Sensitive Clan - Beten was taken to a Jedi Temple at the age of four after his abilities proved too powerful to be trained by his Buir. There, he trained and studied hard in the art of the saber, diplomacy, and mastering the Force. He became a Senior Padawan by the age of fourteen and was apprenticed to an elder Knight. His first Master was killed on a relief mission, and Beten was assigned to Master Yuon Par on Tython at sixteen to complete his training. He was Knighted shortly after when it became apparent that the Force was working through him.

SAGIDA KA'RA (NÉE TRACINYA)

Gameplay Series: https://youtube.com/playlist?list=PLtySlXIiOy6EJ0st3uMuOxUgjyYN61HSi&si=qSKSBkbl_5HmpiNJ

Aliases: Darth Invictus, The Emperor's Wrath (Formerly), Gida

Date of Birth: 7 BTC / 2,660 BBY (17 at start of game)

Gender: Female

Species: Sith (Massassi Caste)

Home Planet: Dromund Kaas

Affiliations: Empire, Eternal Alliance

Class: Sith Warrior

Discipline: Shadow

Role: Tank

Significant Other: Beten

Preferred Weapons: Arn's Unshielded Dualsaber with a flame core, deep blue edge color crystal.

Outfit 1: (Distinguished Warrior's Armor Set) Sagida wears a traditional uniform set in muted reds, blues, and golds complemented by metal-plated leather gauntlets and boots.

Outfit 2: (Refined Mentor Armor Set) After defeating Darth Baras and assuming his seat on the Dark Council, Sagida - now Darth Invictus - feels comfortable wearing clothing that better demonstrates her secret commitment to the Light. She wears more natural leathers and white linens reminiscent of Jedi apparel (courtesy of Jaesa's input), and is a beacon of quiet reform in the Empire.

Species Traits: The Sith Species was native to the desert planet of Korriban before being forced to resettle on Ziost, an alpine world. As such, the species are used to extreme environs of both high heat and low cold. They are a carnivorous species, sporting eight canine teeth and with heightened hunter’s instincts and reflexes that make them deadly. Most are Force-Sensitive. They have tough skin in a variety of red hues and hair either black, brown, or red. Their eyes usually sport colors in the hot palette range, and they have either face tendrils or bone spurs. This lends to an angular profile, which is typically adorned with either gold or silver metal. The species usually has only three digits, sometimes five, all with short claws, and all left-handed.

Physical Characteristics: Sagida has rich red skin and soft medium-red hair that she keeps at shoulder length, and is usually pulled back in a ponytail with whisps escaping. Her eyes are a low-light golden-orange.

Personality Traits: Sagida is a quiet, peaceful soul forced into playing the part of the bloodthirsty Sith, and out of self-preservation she plays that part well. Only her closest friends are allowed to see the gentler side of her, and despite it being dangerous she remains defiantly committed to the Light in a world steeped in darkness. This is something she teaches to her Apprentice, Jaesa, later on. She masks her compassion well with sharp barbs and sarcastic quips, but in private she is a very gentle person who prefers reading and writing to the rigors of war.

Associated Music: "Catch My Breath" - Cover by Brielle Von Hugel (https://youtu.be/hA2JeR-HrwY?si=zi6hacz21sXUxXgQ)

Trivia: Sagida is a rarity for her species, being right-handed, as well as possessing five digits on her hands rather than three. Her spurs are very small, indicative of mixed blood, though she has a long line and established pedigree of being a Pureblood. There are rumors that her father was, in fact, her mother's secret human Lover, though Sagida never felt the need to confirm this as being true or not.

Personal Background: Born to a Sith Pureblood family on Dromund Kaas to a pair of Low-rank Lords with strong bloodlines, Sagida is the youngest of five children. Her three elder brothers and one elder sister were brutal and resentful of her growing up, as they were not born with any nominal power in the Force and were suitable only for Imperial Intelligence, and it was the cruelty her family showed to her nursemaid - a wonderful Twi'lek slave woman - that inspired Sagida to be kind in the face of such horrible temperaments. Sagida was considered a prodigy even from a very young age, given the best tutors and teachers, and brought to the Sith Academy on Korriban early to train as a Warrior with high hopes for her prospective future.

OBI-WAN KENOBI

Aliases: Barsen'thor Beskar'ta, Duke Consort of Mandalore, Ben

Date of Birth: 57 BBY (25 During The Phantom Menace)

Gender: Male

Species: Stewjoni Avian-Human Hybrid Variant (Winged)

Home Planet: Stewjon (Formerly), Mandalore

Affiliations: Republic, Haat Mando'ade

Occupation: JediMaster

Secondary Discipline: Consular

Significant Other: Satine Kryze

Preferred Weapons: Dualsaber with Solari Crystals, a Beskar Frame, and Petrified Wood. Secondary Lightsaber made of the First Blade's Hilt with a Solari Core.  (Beten's Reclaimed Sabers)

Outfit 1: Obi-Wan's outfit is a mix of simple lightweight linens in various colors of white, cream, and tan, and has an open-back style held in place by leather belt and tabards, and he usually wears a simple white cape with this look and soft-soled leather boots. He wears one Beskar bracer on his right arm painted in the Kryze Clan colors with a Nite Owl logo on it. When wearing the State formalwear required by his status as the Duke Consort of Mandalore, he wears fine silks in Clan Kryze colors, though they are still simple in design, or he will wear a full Beskar armor set depending on the event in question.

Outfit 2: Obi-Wan's second outfit - worn during the Clone Wars - is much more sturdy and has much more reinforced leather added to it. The color tones are also darker, making him less of a target.

Species Traits: Stewjoni Human Colonists intermingled with the native Avian species millennia ago, and as a result the dominant demographic on Stewjon at the time of the Old Republic is a Human-Avian Hybrid. By the time of the High Republic, Near-Humans have become much more prominent as the Avian blood has all but died out. Human-Avian Variants are now considered exceptionally rare and qualify for the Endangered Species Directive. They are shorter, smaller, and more willowy than their fully human counterparts (though larger than their avian ancestors) with either mottled or heavily freckled skin as an adaptive ability for camouflage. Stewjoni Hybrids have hollow bones as strong as durasteel and can go great lengths without rest or food, accustomed to lying in ambush for prey or flying for great stretches in migratory patterns. Stewjoni also have retractable webbing between their fingers and toes along with thin gills that can seal shut on their necks, as their diet heavily consists of fish, and they have six fangs with very sharp nails as well as enlarged lung capacity and very flexible joints. Their wings and feathers are waterproof, and they have excellent sight (even in low-light situations), smell, hearing, and taste. Their reflexes and strength are built for speed and mobility. Some of the more avian members of the species have feather crests rather than hair on their heads, and Stewjoni find it very difficult to grow hair anywhere else other than on their heads; many males are incapable of facial hair. The species is particularly hardy with fast metabolisms, a higher core temperature, resistance to extreme temperatures both hot and cold resistance to increased pressure (as in the ocean depths) or lack thereof (high altitudes), and eating a meat and fish and fruit and seed/nut diet with very little in the way of vegetables and no grains whatsoever.

Physical Characteristics: Obi-Wan has creamy pale skin covered in freckles, and blue-grey eyes that have a touch of green in them. His hair is a sandy copper that he prefers to keep somewhat shaggy and fluffy, his wings a more metallic variation of this color palette. His wings are also shaped for speed and maneuverability, as a bird of prey rather than for endurance flight. He also prefers to have some tattoos on his skin that complement the Medical Alert Tattoo stamped onto his inner left wrist in bold black ink.

Personality Traits: Obi-Wan is a somewhat sassy individual who takes his studies very seriously, approaching everything he does with attentive respect. He greatly dislikes the mire of politics and, while renowned as a Diplomat, often has to engage in Aggressive Negotiations. He is deeply devoted to his Lineage and Clan, and will serve the Light even at the expense of his own personal health and well-being. He can be stubborn, and has an incredibly clever, tactical mind.

Associated Music: "Don't You Worry Child" - Cover by Sam Tsui (https://youtu.be/1eheXi7wOzE?si=j-9v28zZM1OT4ac_)

Trivia: Obi-Wan's Apprenticeship initially started out on rocky footing, and after he saved his Grandmaster Dooku on Galidraan - endearing himself to the Haat Mando'ade in the process - he is very much Dooku's favorite person. Qui-Gon is, at all times, hard-pressed to ensure his Padawan is doing well, or he'll get an earful about it from his Master during Lineage Dinners.

Personal Background: The Reincarnation of Beten, Obi-Wan was born the second son of struggling farmers on the Mid-Rim planet of Stewjon. He was abandoned in the Highlands by the age of one due to his Human-Avian presentation and adopted by a Mandalorian Bounty Hunter shortly after. When his Buir was killed by Trandoshans on a job gone wrong and he was dumped into the nearest river to drown, he was rescued by Master Yaddle who was on Search and brought back to the Temple to be placed into the Crèche.

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Quality Vs Quantity

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Pairing: Rich Fuckboy!Ben Hardy x Fem!Reader

Summery:  Spending a day in Ben's hotel room has some unforeseen consequences

Warnings: Basically just fluff with some references to sex - nothing happens on page, Specifically references to oral sex (m receiving) and P in V sex, Rich kid dickishness, hints at dom!reader/sub!Ben but nothing major, discussions of urinary tract infections.

Words: 1,166

A/N: The idea for this one came about because I was rewatching Crazy Ex-Girlfriend (for those that are unfamiliar it's a tv comedy series that features musical numbers, its great, highly recommend) and in on episode the main character contracts a UTI and the guy she's been sleeping with sings a song about how he's proud to have been soon good at sex that she needs medication. It's funny and stupid but it did make me think of my favourite rich prick and I had to write something lmao.

(How could I not use this image lmao)

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When you’d gone out with Ben you’d figured you’d have a good night letting him be all dominant and then you’d be sent home as soon as he was done, with a slap on the arse and probably some comment about being a whore. You hadn’t expected to still be there the next morning let alone for Ben to get so subby so quickly. You definitely hadn’t anticipated that the night with him would turn into nearly a full day in his bed. But you hadn’t been able to pull yourself away and he seemed reluctant to let you leave. So instead, you’d stayed.  

It was only once you were home (and Bianca had stopped grilling you about your new mystery man, since she had no idea you’d seen Ben again), that you were able to actually think about what had happened. There’d been a surprising amount of kissing when you really thought about it. None of it like how it was when he kissed you in the limo – territorial, cornering you so he could claim you or mark you. It was nicer than that. Sweet and soft and a lot of it had happened when he wasn’t inside you which was maybe the most surprising part. Though, really, the whole thing was definitely unexpected. 

There’d been breaks for room service meals and at one point you’d dozed off whilst laying against his chest, a movie playing on the TV and his fingers playing with your hair. But most of the time had been spent fucking. A, frankly, ridiculous amount of fucking. In all sorts of positions and places throughout the suite, some of it rough, some soft and sensual, all of it very satisfying. Honestly, you couldn’t help but be a little impressed by Ben – his prowess and stamina. But unfortunately, there was unforeseen consequences too, even a couple of days post marathon fuck session.  

You hadn’t planned on telling Ben you probably had a UTI. You’d felt the burning sensation and immediately called your gyno to organise an appointment and on your way home you’d made sure to pick up some cranberry pills and juice to hold you over until then. Ben hadn’t even factored into your thoughts at all except to briefly curse him. And then, out of the blue he’d called.   “You free tonight?”  “Y’know, typically conversations start with some kind of greeting.”  “Hi, Y/N. So are you?”  “That depends. What were you planning?”  “Well something like the other day preferably. There’s more I want to do to you.”  You couldn’t imagine what else he could possibly be thinking of but kept that to yourself in order to tease him a bit, “You must really love being my sub if you’re asking me out again already. Don’t think many girls get invited into your bed a second time and little old nobody me gets a third.”  “I just figured since I got you off so much, the least you could do is suck my cock again.”  You laughed, “Well if a blowjob is all you want then maybe I’ll consider it, but I’m not really up to uhh penetration.”  “Why not? My cock too big for you to handle and now you need a week to recover?”  “No, I just think I have a urinary tract infection so sex is off the table until I can get onto some antibiotics.”  “Soooo,” he stretched the word out thoughtfully, “I wasn’t too far off. You’re pussy just couldn’t handle all the incredible sex.”  You sighed, somewhere between exasperated and amused, “It’s not the quality of the sex and it’s not a comment on your size. It’s just that there was like a lot of sex happening and that led to a very natural transferal of bacteria.”  “No don’t ruin this for me. It’s my huge dick and how good a shag I am, you need medication to cope. It’s actually a complement, so thank you.”  You snorted and heard Ben laugh too.  “But I s’pose that’s a good enough excuse, I’ll let you pay me back some other time. I could probably use a quiet night in anyway.”  “A quiet night? What’s that, only going to one club before you’re newest conquest sees the hotel?”  “Usually yeah,” he chuckled, “but actually I was thinking of staying home and watching TV. Maybe some video games, don’t know yet.”  “Really? You don’t have a model you can call as a plan B?”  “Oh, believe me I have them. I guess I just don’t really feel like it tonight.” There was a short pause and then Ben said, “Believe me, no one is as surprised as I am.”  You had to laugh, but also said, “Well, sounds like it’ll be fun.”  “You could still join me.”  “It’s a tempting offer but I probably shouldn’t. A night on your own will do you some good anyway.”   “Sure it’s not cause I’m so irresistible? Worried you’ll catch a glimpse of my halfie and beg to suck on it?”  “More that I don’t trust you not to talk me into it and I’m still trying to train you to behave.”  Ben gave a soft little whimper that he tried to cover with a cough and you smiled, pleased you could still affect him like that.  

But just when you thought he was being a little predictable, Ben decided to throw you for a loop.   “You are okay though right?  “Yeah,” you said, trying not to sound like you were too taken aback, “I’m fine. UTI’s can become serious if ignored but I’m not ignoring it and they’re pretty easy to treat. I’ll just be out of action or a week or two, no biggie. Unfortunately I had agreed to go with Bianca to a cycling class so I’ll probably have to cancel that. She’ll understand though.”  “Well then let me pay for that. I mean, I assume there’s a cancellation fee.”  “There is but you don’t have to do that.”  “Please, Y/N, if there’s one thing I have, it’s money. It’ll be like losing some loose change in the couch. And...I want to help. I did contribute to your situation after all – y'know, big dick, hot lay, we’ve covered that already. I’d be a prick not to help somehow. Is there anything else I can do? Pain relief or, I don’t know, do you need a lift to the appointment? I could send my car for you.”  You were thrown entirely off balance by how genuine and sweet and un-dickish Ben sounded, “Um no I think I’m all good. It’s really kind of you to offer though.”  “Okay, if you’re sure. But if you need something just let me know. And message me with how much the cancellation costs. And...feel better soon.”  “I will, thanks Ben. Umm, talk soon?”  “Yeah, definitely.”  You were still a little in shock when you hung up, and not at all sure how to break it to Bianca that you might have a crush on the Ben Hardy.

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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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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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+ ( So after seeing that cute giftset the other day from the end of the City That Never Sleeps DLC for MSM2, really think it was time to point out just how important a step like that is, not only for Peter and MJ's relationship, but for Mary Jane as a whole.

Buckle up, this may be a bit heavy.

Mary Jane, as a character, has shown more than a few times in differing canons that she can have a problem with intimacy. For a long period of time, she's been pretty adept at putting up a front to mask what she actually feels. Almost all of this stems from her family life growing up.

Mary Jane's father was a failed writer , and despite the loving way that their relationship and marriage started out, he quickly turned to take his anger out on not only Mary Jane's mother, Madeline, but also her and her sister, Gayle. Eventually, this was grounds for the three of them to outright leave . They bounced around from relative to relative, including Mary Jane's Aunt Anna, whom would come to play a big role in her life .

But the problems didn't just stop there. Gayle fell in love with a man, and married and quickly discovered she was pregnant with their first child. While things again were happy at first, they quickly began to fall apart , just as they had with Madeline and Philip . When Gayle broke the news to him that she was pregnant again, he abandoned her and their children, leaving Mary Jane and Madeline to help Gayle pick up the pieces.

This mirror of what had happened to their parents wasn't something Mary Jane could ignore.

Things truly came to a head in her life when Madeline fell ill, and eventually passed away, leaving Mary Jane and Gayle on their own. Having already developed the party-girl facade that she would allow to define her for years to come, Mary Jane finally snapped at the idea of now being the one who would be forced to help her sister raise her children.

It's important to note that Mary Jane had been using this mask for a long time by this point as well, to the point that Gayle entirely viewed her sister as not caring for her whatsoever. To MJ, it was like a second skin, and one that she almost seemed to prefer living in entirely.

Eventually, MJ came to live with her Aunt Anna , and finally find some grounding in her life. By this point, she was well aware that Peter Parker was Spider-Man, having found out the night that Uncle Ben was shot, and had been keeping this secret the entire time . Prior to this discovery, she had felt a sense of kinship with Spider-Man after seeing him on television, feeling that they both wore a mask to protect themselves. After finding out who really was under the mask, however, she couldn't deal with knowing the kind of dangers Peter was putting himself in, and actively avoided meeting him, despite Anna and May's attempts to set them up. Eventually, she ran out of excuses, and did meet him finally. And the rest, as they say, is history.

Fast forward a bit, and after having grown closer after the death of Gwen Stacy, Mary Jane and Peter did start to date a bit . Eventually, Peter thought that he should ask Mary Jane to marry him, which he did ... to be met not only with Mary Jane's rejection, but also that she was leaving to Florida with Aunt Anna . She would not return for a few years, but when she did, things with Peter eventually came to a head. She revealed that she did know he was Spider-Man, and that she had known all along . While this was initially done by her to explain why she couldn't handle being around him, it eventually led to their friendship becoming even more important in both of their lives.

After a mess of a situation involving Peter's then-romantic entangling's with Felicia Hardy, the Black Cat, Peter asked Mary Jane to marry him again. Right on the cusp of Mary Jane heading to Pittsburgh to deal with Gayle being arrested in connection with helping their father steal art . While her initial answer was again ' no ', she did concede that with how chaotic things were, she didn't have an answer for him. Leaving for Pittsburgh, Mary Jane quickly discovered upon landing that Peter had followed her there, intent on standing by her side while she dealt with her family issues.

It was this steadfast refusal to abandon her, and the way that the two of them teamed up to defeat a Spider-Slayer that had been tracking Peter, that finally made Mary Jane step back and think. She had long harbored fears that Peter, despite all the years she had known him, might end up being exactly like her father . But the way that time and time again, he had refused to abandon her, finally made her realize that she could trust Peter completely. While waiting for their flight back to New York, MJ agreed to marry him.

What does all this prove ? It shows just how much an important moment it is for Mary Jane, in any adaptation, to tell Peter that she's willing to make that step . Because it's not something that she would make with just anyone , but rather, it's a symbol of just how much she absolutely trusts Peter with that step . No-one else would ever be capable of that level of trust from her. No-one.

Furthermore, it highlights MJ being willing to push back her own fears of not being a good mother, or a good wife . Reading through the Spider-Man material post the wedding annual highlights just how much growth it takes for MJ to grow into the role of being a partner to Peter, especially given the horrors she had already witnessed via Madeline and Gayle's relationships . And she and Peter are not perfect , by any means. They have their spats, but they make up . They don't give up on one another, rewarding that faith MJ placed in him time and time again that things wouldn't end like her parents or Gayle's marriages .

It's this continued renewal of trust that makes it so when they do decide to take that step to having a family, it's without even a smidge of fear hanging over her . Because she knows that if there's anyone in the world who she could have that family with ? It's Peter , the person who she would trust with her life, time and time again .

[seth-whumps]

FANDOM MASTERLIST

All of the following are fandoms I have been in or currently am in. You're now welcome to send in requests for whump fics and drabbles!

Check my preferences for squicks and triggers. I do reserve the right to deny a prompt that makes me uncomfortable.

Alright! List begins below the cut. Warning: it's quite a long list, and will be continuously updated.

KEY:

Blue text means a fandom I'm currently immersed in.

Red text is one I'm not completely familiar with, but can still write for.

Underlined Underlined links to a masterpost of all previous requests for that fandom.

Some fandoms have characters beside them--these characters are my personal favorites. You're not limited to requests for just those; however, if you share a fav with me, let's chat!!

◇ Persona 2 Innocent Sin (Jun Kurosu)

◇ Persona 3

◇ Persona 4

◇ Persona 5 Royal (Yusuke Kitagawa)

◇ Final Fantasy XV (Ignis)

◇ Sanders Sides (Logan)

◇ DC Universe

◇ Young Justice

◇ The Umbrella Academy (Ben)

◇ Percy Jackson

◇ Trials of Apollo

◇ Magnus Chase and the Gods of Asgard (Hearthstone)

◇ The Hardy Boys

◇ Criminal Minds

◇ 9-1-1

◇ 9-1-1 Lonestar

◇ Supernatural

◇ Critical Role (all campaigns & Candela Obscura)

◇ Lord of the Rings

◇ Sherlock

◇ Doctor Who

◇ Marvel (Avengers and X Men)

◇ Detroit: Become Human (Simon and Connor)

◇ Legend of Zelda

◇ Dead Boy Detectives (Monty)

◇ Disco Elysium

◇ Hermitcraft (character-wise)

◇ Life Series (again, characters)

◇ LA/NY By Night

◇ Starkid (Duke Keane)

◇ Merlin

◇ Jekyll & Hyde: the Gothic Musical Thriller

you are also welcome to request for the strings universe and the royalverse as well :)

◇ Hades

◇ Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles

◇ and more to be added

[robingurl]

About Me

My name is Robin Gurl and I've been in fandoms since the mid 90s and I've been writing fanfiction since 2000. I have SO many fandoms and I hop in between so many at a time.

My name comes from my love of Burt Ward / Dick Grayson / Robin. I’m a girl and I like Robin. Pretty simple right? 😅 my 10 year old self thought so.

Basically any series that has Dick as Robin I’ve watched or attempted to watch.

My main fandoms are the 1966 Batman (Robin), Super Friends, 1977 Hardy Boys/Nancy Drew Mysteries (Joe), Ronin Warriors (Cye), Real Ghostbusters (Peter Venkman was my favorite since I found it at 3 years old.), and Lord of the Rings (Pippin is my spirit animal and Merry/Pippin gives me life).

But I have so many other fandoms that are near the top as well:

Kuroshitsuji/Black Butler (Sebastian), Voltron 1984 (Sven), Thundercats 1985 (Tygra), and Sailor Moon (Serena, 90s DIC, Also I'm like 99% certain she's the reason my personality is how it is today).

And yet still MORE fandoms: The Beatles (Paul) Gakuen Heaven Kuroko no Basket (look Kagami x Kuroko is to die for) Utapri (Tokiya/Hayato has my heart and always will) Phantom of The Opera (Broadway and LND are my loves. Ben Lewis will forever be my phantom) CATS the Musical (Mistoffelees/Jacob Brent stole my heart at an early age) Pokemon (water trainer here) Slayers Ghost Hunt Lord of the Rings (Pippin is my spirit animal and Merry/Pippin gives me life)

Still more that I'll have to add as I remember them.

I've been watching anime since the 90s and I've been doing my best to keep up. While I have a good handful of series that I watch solely in English because they were ones I grew up on, I usually prefer subbed.

I do not want a remake of certain animes because my heart can't take a new dub. If Ronin Warriors had a remake and they redubbed it, it would seriously send me into a depression spiral.

I am too attached to certain characters and I've come to accept it. I stay out of going too deep into fandoms for that reason. It wasn't until the last 5-7 years I felt comfortable fully opening up to the 66 Batman fandom. Just because I grew up with Bruce and Dick and they were like a second family to me.

I'm really easy going as long as no bullying and overly dramatic drama is going on. I just want to have fun and talk with people. I don't hate people for ships or anything - you do you boo! <3 it's your safe place and as long as people aren't getting physically hurt in RL then its fine.

Angry Important Rants Below. You can get mad and offended all you want but I'm tired of being quiet over this stuff. -shrug-

Cringy Fandom Shit

Yeah I've been there, done that, and more than likely still doing it. I have Mary Sue's/OCs out the wazoo and I'm over being embarrassed by them. I'm 38, if people are THAT bothered by it they can go fuck themselves.

Also news flash to new people in fandom starting from COVID who think they are hot shit - you're not. You're just popular kids who suddenly think it's "cool" to be nerdy and second news flash absolutely NO ONE wants you here.

Either fit in, shut your trap and hang or just leave.

I've spent my life running away from people like you and I'm over it.

Fandom is cringe. It just is. It always has been but everyone is ok with it. We're with people who are just like us and it's our safe space away from Becky and Stacy who think watching Super Heroes and dressing up is "soooooo cringe."

Yes we cosplay as our favorite characters and we will act like them at con. It's part of the fun of cosplaying. Yes people will Naruto Run past you and do DBZ type fights. Pokemon people will pretend battle in the hallways.

IT'S WHAT FANDOM IS.

If you can't comprehend this then go back to your world. Leave ours alone and stop ruining fandom spaces.

Bullying

I hate HATE HATE HATE Bullying and if I catch ANYONE bullying anyone over anything - I'll come over and smack them silly. This stems from my entire childhood of being made fun of for liking Batman. MIND YOUR OWN DAMN BUSINESS AND LEAVE PEOPLE ALONE.

I also don't do ship hate and story hate, fandom hate, etc. Let people do what they want with their fandom. They aren't physically attacking you, aren't calling you out on anything, they aren't doing nothing but enjoying themselves.

Fandom Purists

Honestly you guys can eat shit and leave fandom spaces. If you're THAT UP TIGHT about a FICTIONAL show and certain couples and tropes and themes - then FUCKING LEAVE.

No space on the internet is forced to make it a safe space for you. It just isn't. If you don't like something, can't comprehend a story arc that is visibly toxic ON PURPOSE, can;'t handle couples, parodies (looking at you new Ouran Fans), get offended by literally everything (and I'm liberal so don't call me MAGA) - ITS YOUR PROBLEM.

Politicially Correct Crap

Yes I support all the normal shit. I don't give a fuck about what pronouns, race or gender you are. As long as you treat everyone with respect, I'll treat you with respect. We're all human.

I'm not going to talk about sensitive subjects related to real world events. it's not my place and I'm not using my safe space to bitch about a lot of things.

It's my choice and thats something you should respect.

DNI

If you see a post that says "DNI if you ___" and do it anyway, you are a jack ass and asking for a fight. When the person comes to interact back and you get all offended, just remember you caused it.

Don't Like / Don't Read

This runs with bullying. If you see something you don't like, fucking scroll past. Don't be that jerkwad that has to make it about them. It's not for you.

Cosplaying isn't an elitist sport

If you can't fathom why someone wouldn't just make their own costume instead of buying it, you need a reality check. Not everyone can sew, not everyone wants to sew, and no one should be required to make their own cosplay.

Fast cosplay is FINE. It's no different than a Halloween Costume. No one is asking you to go the extra mile, no one is forcing you to make your cosplay.

If you do that's cool and I'm impressed. But do NOT attack other cosplayers who are just there to have fun and dress as their favorite characters.

Don't be that mean girl that we've tried so hard to get away from.

And yeah some fast cosplays may win contests. That's just reality. But once again - NO ONE FORCED YOU TO MAKE YOUR OWN. THAT WAS YOUR DECISION. No one asked you to overachieve, no one held a knife to your throat and said 'you can't cosplay unless you make it by hand'. You came up with all of these rules and people don't have to follow them.

That's just reality.

Liking Dubbed Anime

To all of you anime purists who just hate certain dubs of certain animes... you can go to hell.

No I will not be embarrassed to say I prefer the 90s DIC dub. Yes it's not the best but that doesn't make me any less of a Sailor Moon fan. It was all we had growing up and you guys just can't fathom it.

But I refuse to you let you bully me over my preference for Sailor Moon to be called Serena over Usagi.

Stop assuming fans like me haven't been watching it in Japanese or know the true story. WE DO. I own it all in Japanese, I own the manga, I've seen the TV series in both languages. I KNOW the DIC dub isn't perfect and I knew of it's flaws growing up.

That doesn't mean I can't love it with all my heart. We were here first. Stop being toxic Moonies, it's not a good look. Once again another fandom over run by mean girl purists.

A fandom can exist with both. Thankfully the Ronin Warrior/Samurai Trooper fandom has calmed down and now both exist peacefully (that I've seen at least) together.

Don't get me started on the early 2000s RW fandom.

The YST fans thought they were hot shit but there wasn't a way to get ahold of the Japanese version of the series and if there was - they never shared it. So like 10% of the fandom acted like they were better than everyone else because they knew their Japanese names and treated people like crap because of it.

I didn't even have the ability to OWN the japanese version with correct subtitles until the mid 2000s. I remember the first set of YST DVDs, the subs were hilariously awful and I knew enough Japanese to be like "...they didn't just say that" XD.

The blue rays came out and we FINALLY got proper subs.

The Sailor Moon fandom is turning into that more and more each day.

Take a page from the RW fandom and chill out.

You can't and shouldn't police what version of a show to watch. This goes for the precure fans losing their shit over Glitter Force. It's a gate way anime for young kids. Let them watch it without bullying and nicely teach them about the real series.

[snowblack-charcoalwhite]

10 fandoms, 10 characters

@lonnson thank you for the tag! One character per fandom requirement is so cruel:( But here we go!

Matthew Crawley (Downton Abbey)

Have never felt so emotionally attached to a character, either before or after him.

Samwise Gamgee (The Lord of the Rings)

I don`t even know what comment to add here. Except maybe that every dictionary entry for "ride-or-die" should include a pic of him.

Will Graham (NBC Hannibal)

Certified murder babygirl - and certified mindfucker (good thing Hannibal is into this). Seriously, spectacular character. Most of the time I don`t get him (neither does Hugh Dancy, as per his own words, and that`s comforting). Actually that`s precisely Will`s shtick: no one understands him completely, no one ever could - including himself.

King Alfred the Great (The Last Kingdom)

One of the best-written and best-acted characters I`ve ever seen on screen. A great example of gentleness and ruthlessness, greatness and flawedness combined in one person to create a character so real and believable it feels he might just step into our world at any given moment.

Death (Terry Pratchett`s Discworld)

I just want to have a nice long chat with him.

The Joker (The Dark Knight)

Nothing groundbreaking to say here: perfect character, perfect acting. Wholeheartedly agree with Gary Oldman, it feels like Heath was channelling something not exactly from our world.

Kylo Ren/Ben Solo (Star Wars)

Two things to say here: I love him and Fuck TRoS.

Eames (Inception)

Ohh, such a treat of a character! That was my introducton to Tom Hardy, and it couldn`t have been a better one. Also, yes, I have a bit of a competence kink, just like Arthur.

Aemond Targaryen (Fire and Blood/House of the Dragon)

A case of a character becoming iconic from his first seconds on screen. Ewan`s Aemond has that something that makes it literally impossible to tear one`s eyes from him.

Nina Zenik (Six of Crows/Shadow and Bone)

My Heartrender Queen💕 While writing-wise I absolutely prefer book!Nina, Danielle is perfect. Her Nina feels so vibrant and alive that it`s hard to grasp she doesn`t really exist.

No pressure tags: @livvrusso @guillermosfamiliar @mejcinta @jazzythursday @heytherefluffy

[scotianostra]

The Scottish actor and director Kenny Ireland passed away ten years ago, on July 31st 2014.

Born as George Ian Kenneth Ireland in Paisley, Renfrewshire, the son of Ian, an RAF bomber pilot who was killed on a secret mission when Ireland was five months old, and Elizabeth (nee Cowie). On leaving Paisley grammar school, he worked as an apprentice at the town’s thread manufacturer, J&P Coats. However, his ambition was to act and he eventually left to train at the Royal Scottish Academy of Music and Drama. Then, as an actor and assistant director, he helped to establish the Lyceum Youth theatre in Edinburgh.

He made his West End acting debut in Mr Laurel and Mr Hardy (Mayfair theatre, 1976) after the Traverse theatre Company’s Edinburgh production transferred to London. He was then a member of the Royal Shakespeare Company, before work at the National Theatre, where he was Apollo in Peter Hall’s production of The Oresteia, and the Old Major and Pilkington in Animal Farm. By then, he was himself directing at the Traverse theatre.Ireland first appeared on television as an Edinburgh bank manager in an episode of the police drama Strangers. In between many other one-off roles, he played Sammy, alongside Simon Cadell and Carol Royle, in the first series of the sitcom Life Without George and the thuggish American media tycoon Ben Landless in the political drama House of Cards. He was also one of the regular group of actors in Victoria Wood: As Seen on TV, best remembered in blue dungarees and cap as the handyman Derek in the much-loved Acorn Antiques sketches, which lampooned the soap opera Crossroads. “

In the cinema, Ireland was in the Scottish film comedy Local Hero, directed by last week’s birthday boy, Bill Forsyth, other films included The Big Man, but it was TV that we mainly say Kenny in appearances in Dr. Finlay’s Casebook, Enemy at the Door, Taggart, Dempsey and Makepeace, Auf Wiedersehen, Pet, Rab C Nesbit, Hamish Macbeth and many more saw that he was kept busy and the bills were paid between many theatre appearances as well as at stint as artistic director of the Royal Lyceum theatre, Edinburgh from 1993 to 2003.

Of course Kenny is best remembered for is role in Derren Litten’s Benidorm, which became an instant hit. Alongside actress Janine Duvitski, the pair played a sex-mad couple who frequent the Solana hotel in the Spanish resort every year.

It wasn’t an easy role for the mild mannered Ireland, he recalled “Half the things I don’t understand, There was one episode where I had to say, ‘Jacqueline prefers the sausage in cider.’ I said, ‘What’s funny about that?’ and had to have it explained to me. I’ve always taken the line that they’re complete innocents.

Ireland’s first marriage, to the writer, producer and director Marilyn Imrie, ended in divorce. In 1980, he married the theatrical agent Meg Poole

Kenny Ireland passed away on this day 2014 a month after it was announced he had brain cancer.

[lovecharged]

not me fc shipping but i am in need of... (bolded is my preference)

camila morrone x sam claflin

lily collins x sam claflin

riley keough x sam claflin

zendaya x tom holland

mimi keene x asa butterfield

emily blunt x john krasinski

jack wolfe x kit young

odeya rush x fivel stewart

cillian murphy x annabelle wallis

maude apatow x zendaya

jonathan bailey x matt bomer

jonathan bailey x simone ashley

andrew scott x phoebe waller-bridge

will harrison x suki waterhouse

michael cimino x george sear

michael b jordan x tessa thompson

michael evans behling x greta onieogou

sophie thatcher x courtney eaton

sophie nelisse x ella purnell

felix mallard x antonia gentry

felix mallard x katie douglas

corey mylchreest x india amarteifio

jack quaid x melissa barrera

david corenswet x mia goth

calahan skogman x danielle galligan

zane phillips x froy gutierrez

zane phillips x ben levin

rish shah x camila mendes

taylor zakhar perez x nicholas galitzine

ray nicholson x olivia scott welch

leo suter x frida gustavsson

rafael silva x ronen rubinstein

ben hardy x sydney sweeney

phoebe tonkin x margot robbie

paul mescal x daisy edgar jones

danny griffin x abigail cowen

chris evans x ana de armas

[joker-daughter]

Some fun questions to light up the mood because lately it has been a little too shit lol (I know we have daily stage door appearances but as someone who can't see the show it frustrates me more than anything😅)

* dream project for Tom : genre / costars / director / time period / look (haircut and wardrobe)

* funniest moment

* fav picture

* if you had to recommend one project or one scene to someone who knows nothing about his acting, what would you choose ?

* random unpopular opinion

anon!!!

okay, here we go:

• dream project:

genre: I’d love a comedy/dramedy or a good psychological thriller (with him as an unhinged villain, almost joker (hehe) style) but a lowkey-heartfelt-contemporary-slice-of-life story (lol) would also be something that I’d be very excited about, it could be romance too because I know he can work that charisma of his but I’m a bit careful with this wish because I don’t want the notion to spread that he can “only excel” in roles that take advantage of his charm…and like I wanted him badly in the next Knives Out movie but yeah, let’s not talk about that…🤧

Essentially tho, I just need one project where he can work his cocky side à la Mike and Johnny

(also still waiting for someone to approach him about a Bonnie and Clyde biopic 👀)

costars: I’d love for him to do something with Will Smith again, Tom Hardy as well (preferably outside of Marvel 😵‍💫), Emma Stone, Keke Palmer (I have my own little buddy comedy idea/fantasy here that is gold imo) and since The Bear is around the corner, any of the leads from that would be amazing…I’m sure there’s more but my brain is blank now…

director: no clue honestly since even the “big” ones have hits or misses lately but I’d like to see him with someone that is established/more of a household name, even just out of sheer curiosity

time period: well the present time would be nice for a change 🤣 but if it has to be a period piece, 90s for sure, especially with his current look (I really have grown to like it, help)

look (haircut and wardrobe): again, something along the lines of what he has going on now as Romeo wouldn’t be bad lol but I’d also like a more preppy character design 👀 let the man be a diva on screen!

• funniest moment:

just straight up commenting “no” under a Ben 10 fan cast 😭 he was FED UP

• fav picture:

this is hard because I have a few…my profile pic and any pic from that photoshoot is a contender for sure, especially the one on the balcony but I think I have to go with this one because it was my favorite for a very long time (the one @stanleyl chose is a beloved classic too tho!)

the vibe is just IT in this

• if you had to recommend one project or one scene to someone who knows nothing about his acting, what would you choose ?

His scenes in TCR’s episode 6. An acting masterclass imo.

but project wise I can’t decide also I’d have to know the person’s preferences tbh

• random unpopular opinion:

I honestly don’t know right now, like my brain is fried atp skjskjsj but I think most of my opinions (public and private) could be considered unpopular 💀

thank you so much, anon, this was very fun 🫶

[byneddiedingo]

Tom Hardy in Mad Max: Fury Road (George Miller, 2015)

Cast: Tom Hardy, Charlize Theron, Nicholas Hoult, Hugh Keays-Byrne, Josh Helman, Nathan Jones, Zoë Kravitz, Rosie Huntington-Whiteley, Riley Keough. Screenplay: George Miller, Brendan McCarthy, Nick Lathouris. Cinematography: John Seale. Production design: Colin Gibson. Film editing: Margaret Sixel. Music: Tom Holkenborg.

If only all action movies could be directed by George Miller and edited by Margaret Sixel. Then we might have fewer scenes shot in the dark with shakycam and patched together out of snippets of film so you can't really tell who's fighting whom. Or much less gratuitous use of CGI in scenes where actual hardware provides greater immediacy than software can ever do. Miller and Sixel are one of the movies' great husband-and-wife teams, and it's gratifying that Mad Max: Fury Road was one of the few action movies to receive a nomination for best picture. I've never been much of a fan of the Mad Max series, but this one, the fourth, seems to me to be the best and most coherent. It has the kind of visual storytelling that takes you back to the silent roots of the movies. It also features, in Charlize Theron's Furiosa, the best female action hero since Sigourney Weaver's Ripley in Aliens (James Cameron, 1986). It didn't win the best picture Oscar: It's not the kind of film the Academy admires, preferring action movies that are wrapped in history, like Lawrence of Arabia (David Lean, 1962), or sanctified by religiosity, like Ben-Hur (William Wyler, 1959). Fury Road is sheer enjoyable nonsense, with an abundance of grotesque villains and some heroes who, with the exception of Tom Hardy's Max and Nicholas Hoult's Nux, happen to be women. Although Miller didn't win for best director, Sixel deservedly won the Oscar for editing and it cleaned up in the awards for costumes, makeup, sound and production design.

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mwm for teachers / residents? preferably 35+ yo!

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[cavalrylad]

"What makes you think I'm chasing after Arnold?" Ben slips out of his overcoat and drapes it heavily across his brother's rake-thin shoulders. He sighed and shook his head, "With the weather how it is, it's unlikely they'll succeed in reaching those Northern forts, let alone capturing them."

Samuel was right about one thing though - Ben would much prefer his brother stay in camp rather than tag along back into the wilderness. He folded his arms as the younger Tallmadge stood and tried to pass himself off as hale and hardy, "I am taking the troop out. There's a few things that I need to check on. You are going to get well."

He wondered if there was any chance that Samuel might actually obey him, or if he'd have to ensure someone was doubling back on their trail to catch the tagalong when he got bogged down in snow drifts...

@cavalrylad

There's an eternal ache etched into the marrows of his bones even as he rises from his brother's cot. The shoddy, threadbare jacket that had gifted him shallow comfort on the Jersey is draped over skeletal shoulders. Swallowing down, Samuel attempts to get his coarse and unrefined voice to speak. "You aren't getting rid of me that easy." Standing at, what he hoped to be a fuller height, Samuel amends. "If you're going after Arnold, I-- I am going with you."

Chilled digits are lifted to his lips and are gifted a warming breath. "So-- where are --are we headed."

[rendezvousroger]

Serendipity (Part 9)

Ben Hardy x Reader (ft. Harry Styles)

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8

A/N: sorry for the long wait! I’ve honestly been so busy lately with college and since I broke my foot my life’s been pretty crazy. here’s part 9! hope you guys like it. I will probably delete this taglist since I don’t know if all of the people I’m tagging are actually reading the story so if you guys still want to be part of it, let me know!

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“I’m coming home. H”

Your heart felt as if it would burst out of your chest. A wave of mixed feelings made your stomach turn. You didn’t know how to feel. Angry? Excited? Intrigued?

Harry coming back to Los Angeles meant he would have to stop by your apartment, which once belonged to the two of you, to pick up his things.

You knew for a fact he would not stay over with you since you pretty much did not end things well with each other, but he had every right to stop by and pick up  what was left of his stuff from your apartment and move out for good.

“when?”

Was all you could really text back.

Your head starting thinking about all the things you would have to do before seeing him again. You were considering doing your makeup and wearing his favorite outfit on you to give him a taste of what he had lost, but you were also considering leaving his stuff outside of your apartment so you wouldn’t have to face him.

You were confused. Were you really ready to see him again after the breakup?

“The day after tomorrow.”

The day after tomorrow.

That meant you really didn’t have enough time to get mentally prepared to see the love of your life who pretty much broke you down into pieces.

“You alright?” Ben’s voice made you turn your head towards him a bit too fast.

“Yeah,” you smiled, “it was just a text from a very drunk Zendaya.”

“Well then expect to see a very drunk Rami once you come inside.” Ben smiled back at you.

You couldn’t help but burst out laughing as you saw no other than Rami Malek wearing what you assumed was Lucy’s red carpet dress for the SAG Awards. His eyes were bloodshot and looked very sleepy, he was definitely going to regret drinking that much.

“Oh my god.” You said as you covered your mouth to keep yourself from laughing even harder.

“I had to challenge my inner Freddie Mercury, dear.” Rami said as he walked towards you, his breath smelling of a mixture of alcohol.

Lucy’s laugh could be heard all around the room as she recorded Rami on her phone, Joe was trying to drink what was left of the tequila bottle and Gwilym was passed out (probably drunk too) on the coach and Ben was also laughing at Rami.

You realized how happy it made you to be around them and how they made you forget the shitty things you had gone through.

“It’s pretty late already so I was wondering if you want to stay here?” Ben asked you.

You looked at your phone and saw it was already 5:30 in the morning. Luckily you didn’t have much to do the next day (well basically this day now),  so you did not freak out.

You considered Ben’s offer but you weren’t really prepared to stay over yet. You were tired and needed the warmth and coziness of your own bed and you also wanted to go over Harry’s unexpected come back.

“Thank you so much though.” You politely declined Ben’s offer and gently took his hand.

“It’s alright,” Ben smiled again, “let me walk you to the door.”

You walked holding hands with Ben, the sun was starting to come up and the streets were empty and silent. You felt a wave of peace hit your soul as you waited for you chauffeur to pick you up and stood there next to Ben’s presence.

Not even 10 minutes went by and Dustin, your chauffeur, arrived.

“I had such an amazing time.” You smiled at Ben.

“I did too.” He replied.

“Thank you for this.” You genuinely said.

“I hope we can see each other soon.” Ben said, his cheeks warming up.

“Of course we will.” You assured him and went up to hug him.

He hugged you tightly and you felt so comfortable in his arms, you really did not want to let go but you figured Dustin would get uncomfortable.

Ben opened the car door for you and you smiled as you got inside the car and waved goodbye at him.

Once you got to your apartment you shut down all the curtains and made your room as dark as possible so you could get some sleep, your mind kept going through the thought of Harry coming back but you also couldn’t stop thinking about Ben and the way he had made you feel.

To say you were confused would be the least.

You fell asleep and were woken up by a call from your manager Andrew. You rubbed your eyes and felt your head hurt slightly as if you could be hungover but not really.

“Yeah?” You asked, looking at the clock and realizing you had slept 5 hours.

“I see you had a night.” He said, you couldn’t tell if he sounded disappointed or excited.

“Well I did win the award so.” You replied, a bit confused and pretty sleepy.

“I’m not talking about that.” Andrew said and you were too tired to understand what he was trying to say.

“I have no idea wh-“

“You’re already all over the news with your new blondie dear.” He cut you off and then it hit you.

Ben.

You quickly opened up Twitter and saw your notifications were filled with pictures of you and Ben hugging outside of Joe’s house.

Articles had already been made about those pictures and all of them were about “Y/N’s new hottie.” “Y/N and Bohemian Rhapsody’s star.”. “Y/N and Harry Styles are really over.”

The media had started talking and making up rumors about you spending the night with him and leaving the house early in the morning after sharing an “intimate hug”.

You closed your eyes in frustration and felt a few tears stream down your face.

You hated this.

You hated the media.

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PART 10

are you team Ben or team Harry? - L

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Dancing With Ben Week 4

A Ben Hardy x Reader Fic Country Night - Rumba

Summary: Reader is one of the pro dancers on Dancing With the Stars. It’s her second season on the show, and this time, her partner is none other than Ben Hardy. Will they win the Mirror Ball? Maybe they’ll win something even more meaningful!

Word Count: 3.5K

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A/N: Things are starting to heat up! And, they have two dances this week :)

Week 1  Week 2  Week 3

Week 4 here we go!!!

You straightened your stetson pulled your boots on tighter. Then you kicked open the door to the rehearsal studio. Ben took one look at you and burst out laughing. You donned the hat, a flannel shirt over your sports bra and leggings, and cowboy boots. You pointed finger guns at Ben.

“Saddle up, cowboy,” you said with a thick southern accent. “It’s country night.”

He leaned against the wall to hold himself up. He was wheezing with laughter now. 

“Oh my God,” he panted, wiping a tear from his eye. “You’re adorable.”

That took you aback. 

“Oh, no, am I going to have to dress like that?” he asked, bypassing the compliment and your blushing.

You shook your head as you removed your little costume. “Not for our dance. We’re actually slowing it down this week. We have a rumba.” 

You kicked off the cowboy boots to change into your sneakers.

“A rumba?” he questioned. “To a country song?”

“Country music can actually be great for ballroom,” you explained. “We’re dancing to the song Every Little Thing by Carly Pearce. Have you heard it?”

He shook his head. “I have absolutely no knowledge of country music.”

You smiled. “That’s alright. It’s really emotional and great for rumba.”

“Sounds good,” he replied. “I just didn’t want to dress up like a cowboy.”

“Ah, ah, ah,” you corrected. “I said not for our dance. We’re doing a team dance too. For that one, I believe you will be dressed up, but I don’t know if the wardrobe is finalized.”

“A team dance?”

You nodded. “Yep! We’re working with a few other couples to put together a bigger number. Think you can handle it?” You nudged his arm. “Cowboy?”

He smirked. “As long as you’re my coach.”

You smiled at him as heat came over your cheeks.

“Before we get started though, let’s chat,” you said, shaking your head to clear it. 

You sat across from each other and quite naturally fell into helping each other stretch by clasping hands and gently pulling over your outstretched legs.

“So, bottom three,” you said. “That was...awful.”

“It really was,” he agreed. “I felt like we’d done so well, and we were on top of the leaderboard with our scores from the judges. I was shocked as well as scared.”

“Me too,” you said. “I’m not ready for this to be over.”

“Me neither,” he said. “So I’m going to work ever harder for you.”

You smiled. “For yourself, most importantly, okay?”

“Sure,” he said with a nod. 

You finished stretching together and then you started on breaking down the routine. The thing about the rumba is that it’s close quarters. And to tell the story you wanted to tell with the choreography, you would be in Ben’s arms through ninety percent of it. You were frequently pressed up against him when you weren’t doing a turn or a dip. At one point, he had to run a hand up your side, and you had to bite your lip to keep from moaning at the feeling. 

After the first day of rehearsal, you had the basics pretty much down, but you were feeling a little differently about Ben. You weren’t sure if he was feeling it too, but you certainly felt a sexual tension. But maybe that was just because it had been a while since you had gone to bed with someone. A ding from your phone drew you out of your thoughts. It was a text from Sharna.

A bunch of us are going out for drinks, you and Ben in?

“Hey,” you said to Ben. “Wanna get some drinks?”

He raised his eyebrows at you. 

“Oh! Uh, Sharna texted and said a few couples from the show are going. You wanna come?”

“Sure,” he said with a shrug. 

“We don’t have to get changed or anything, we all usually just go straight from rehearsal,” you said when you noticed him glance down at his sweaty t-shirt and joggers. 

“Even better,” he said. 

You packed up from rehearsal and got into your car to head to the usual bar you and the other pros took the stars. It was a lowkey place that was open late and had cheap food. The drink specials weren’t half bad either. When you arrived, you saw Sharna, Witney, Lindsay, and Alan were already at a table with their partners. 

“Hey!” you greeted as you slid into a chair next to Witney. 

Ben took a seat on the other side of you, shaking hands with Alan and the other guys. 

“I’m gonna get something to drink,” you said to Ben. “You want anything?”

“Oh, I’ll get it,” he offered, but you put a hand on his arm to stop him. You were already on your feet.

“Ben, you do not have to dote on me, I’m not that kind of girl,” you said. “What do you want to drink?”

He wanted a beer. You squeezed his shoulder in confirmation, heading to the bar. You ordered a gin and tonic for yourself. You had to pee so you slid the bartender some cash and told him you’d pick up the drinks on your way back. He nodded and you went to the bathroom.

“So, what do you think of Y/N?” Alan asked Ben. 

Ben shifted in his seat. “She’s wonderful, really. I’m learning a lot from her.”

“Ben, this isn’t The View,” Lindsay said. “Come on, tell us what you really think.”

He chuckled. “Alright, I think she’s fucking amazing and I really, really love being around her. She’s just...literally the most fun person I’ve ever met. And so talented.”

“Alright, you don’t have to gush,” Sharna teased.

The bar was just dark enough that they didn’t see his ears turn pink with embarrassment. A few minutes later, you appeared, handing Ben his beer and resuming your seat, cocktail in hand. 

“What have you got?” he asked.

“Gin and tonic,” you replied. 

“I respect that,” he said. “Cheers, coach.”

You smiled at him and clinked glasses before taking a sip. You caught up with the other couples, some of whom would be on your team with you and Ben, so you talked a little about that dance. But mostly, you all forgot about the show for a while and just enjoyed hanging out. Lindsay was taking a boomerang when you suddenly felt exhausted. It was like you’d hit a wall and you could hardly keep your eyes open. 

You looked at your drink. It was about halfway gone, so you knew you weren’t drunk. But your mind was fuzzy and you were just so damn tired. You recognized the feeling from when it had happened to you in college. Your drink had been tampered with. It must have happened between the time the bartender finished the drinks and when you got them returning from the bathroom. You tried to scan the bar to see who might be looking intently at you, but you couldn’t focus. You automatically reached for Ben and held his forearm.

“Something’s wrong,” you said wearily. 

“What?” he returned. “What happened?”

“My drink,” you said. “I need to go home.”

“What’s going on?” Witney asked as she noticed the situation. All eyes were suddenly on you and Ben.

“I think she’s been roofied,” Ben said, concern dripping in his tone. 

“Ben...I’m so tired,” you mumbled, resting your head on his shoulder.

“Do any of you know where she lives?” he asked, looking around at them. 

“I do,” said Sharna. “We can go in my car.”

At this point you were slumped completely against Ben, unable to even lift your head. Whatever was dropped in your drink must have been powerful, or whoever had done it didn’t know what they were doing and put in too much. He scooped you into his arms, already knowing that you couldn’t walk. 

 Carefully, he carried you and placed you in the back seat of Sharna’s car. You were just barely aware of him climbing in with you, placing your head in his lap. You groaned, just wanting everything to be clear again. Also, you could feel Ben’s leg you weren’t resting on bouncing. 

“I can’t believe this happened,” he said, glowering out the window. 

“Luckily, she felt it coming on,” Sharna remarked, focusing on the road. “And we were all there. God, that sucks, that’s usually a pretty safe place to go.”

“Ben,” you muttered. “Still, please.”

His leg slowed and stopped. “Sorry.”

“S’okay.”

Sharna pulled up to your apartment. She went in with you because she knew your code to get in the gate. As you entered your unit, Ben placed you on the counter, sitting up, but just barely.

“Can you get a glass of water?” he asked Sharna. “I’m afraid to let go of her.”

“Sure,” she said, and grabbed you a cup before retrieving your pitcher from the fridge and filling the cup about half way. 

She handed it to Ben, who brought it to your lips. You were pretty thirsty, so you took a small sip, but you couldn’t hold the cup. Sharna thought quickly and grabbed a straw. You thanked her, slurring your words, before wrapping your lips around the straw and drinking deeply. She watched Ben closely, noticing his clenched jaw and tense muscles.

“Alan just texted,” Sharna said. “They figured out who was doing it because he apparently tried to do the same thing to Lindsay. The bartender called police, and all the girls got fresh drinks.”

“You can head back to the bar if you want,” Ben told her. “I’m gonna make sure she gets to bed. Then I’ll call an Uber to get back to my hotel.”

“Are you sure?” she asked. “I don’t mind driving you. And you could always come back to the bar with us.”

“It’s fine,” he assured her. “I wouldn’t be much fun now anyway.”

“Alright,” she said. “Goodnight, Ben. Goodnight, Y/N.”

“G’night, Sharna,” you returned sloppily. 

She left, the door closing softly behind her. Ben sighed as he lifted you off the counter, heading for your bedroom. It wasn’t like what he expected. The bed was unmade and clothes were strewn about the floor. He had to swallow hard when he saw a pretty pink thong off to one side. Ignoring that, he placed you on your bed, pulling the covers around you.

“Ben,” you said. “Don’t go.”

“I - I can’t stay, Y/N,” he said, though he hated that he said it. 

“I don’t want you to fuck me,” you said, reaching out for him. “Just have a sleepover. Just sleep. Please.”

He sighed. Then he walked around the bed to the other side and got in beside you. You smiled and scooted closer, folding your body into his. 

“Hold me,” you requested.

He draped his arm around you. You snuggled even closer. He chuckled and you felt his breath on your neck. 

“I’m sorry this happened to you,” he whispered.

“S’fine,” you said. “I’m with you, after all.”

You didn’t even hear him gasp before you were out for the night. 

You woke in the morning to a dull ache behind your eyes. You squeezed them shut for some relief before opening them again. That was when you registered the feeling of an arm around your waist. But you knew that arm. Without looking, you knew it was Ben. You vaguely remembered the previous night. You remembered asking Ben to take you home, but you had no idea how he’d gotten you here or what he was doing sleeping beside you. 

Rolling over to face him, all the breath escaped from your lungs. He looked so beautiful in the low morning light. He looked like a statue of some Greek god. Your fingers went to his face of their own accord, tracing lines across his cheek to be sure he was still flesh and blood - and your dear friend. 

The urge to kiss him was almost overwhelming. Your thumb grazed his bottom lip. That was when his eyes fluttered open, revealing their green depths to you. He smiled. 

“Hey, how are you feeling?” he asked.

“I’m okay,” you told him. “Bit of a headache, but that’s all.”

“Good.”

A beat passed.

“This doesn’t feel weird,” you noticed. You were still close together. “Why doesn’t this feel weird?”

“Because we’re friends?” he guessed. “I’m glad it’s not weird. I would have felt terrible leaving you by yourself.”

“Did I ask you to stay?”

He nodded. 

“Well, thank you for doing all that,” you said. “It’s very sweet of you.”

“It would be sweeter if I didn’t have to do those things,” he replied. “At least, not in that context.”

“In a perfect world…” you said with a sigh. 

He drew you in closer and pressed his lips to your forehead. Your eyes fell closed at the contact.

“As it is, I’m glad I was there,” he said. 

“Me too,” you said.

He held you for another moment before pulling away.

“So, we need to get your car and head to rehearsal, don’t we?” he said.

You smiled and nodded.

You took an Uber to the bar to retrieve your car. Then you drove Ben to his hotel so he could change into fresh clothes. His hotel room was surprisingly neat, and it made you feel just a little insecure at what your room must have looked like to him. But, he didn’t seem to be judging you for it. 

You were a little late to rehearsal that morning, but you did not care in the least. Ben was already doing well with the dance, so you didn’t feel like he was missing out, either. When you walked in, you saw Sharna out in the hall.

“Hey!” she cried. “How are you?”

“Fine, really,” you assured her. 

“Good,” she replied. She looked over at Ben. “Thanks for taking care of her.”

“It was nothing,” he said with a shrug.

“It really wasn’t,” she insisted. “But we wanted to start rehearsal for the team dance today, if that works for you guys? So, we’ll spend the morning on individual routines and then the afternoon on the team dance?”

You looked at Ben. “Works for us, right?”

“Whatever you say, coach.”

You grinned. “Alright, we’ll see you after lunch.”

“Great!” she said, and then jogged down the hall to her studio.

“Let’s get started,” you said, entering your studio with Ben.

You worked all morning on the rumba. After the previous night, being so close to Ben was not as jarring, although some moves still made your heart stutter. In the afternoon, you met up with the rest of your team to start choreographing the team dance. You had the Dolly Parton song “9 to 5” so you knew this was going to be a lot of fun.

Ben watched you work with the other pros, solidifying moves. The way your face screwed up in concentration or your brow furrowed when one of the others was explaining an idea to you. The way you smiled when you understood and then copied the move perfectly. His heart swelled with pride watching you.

You were working out a certain step with Keo when Sharna approached Ben.

“Hey,” she said quietly so the others wouldn’t hear. “Did you stay at Y/N’s last night?”

His eyes went wide. “Yeah, but nothing happened, I promise.”

“Relax, I’m not accusing you of anything,” she assured him. “I was just wondering. It seems like something has shifted between you. But in a good way.”

It was a good thing she was called away to the other dancers at that moment because Ben had no idea how to answer her. He was grateful when the real rehearsal started so he could take his mind off Sharna’s words.

Before you knew it, it was show time again. You were more on edge because of being in danger the previous week, so you hoped the votes from Disney night helped you through to the next week. Ben noticed your nerves, so he placed his hands on either side of your face.

“Take it easy, darling,” he said, kissing your forehead again. “We’re gonna crush it.”

You nodded and took a deep breath.

When it was your turn and  the music began, it was like everything else disappeared. It was just you and Ben in the ballroom.

You moved through the routine on muscle memory. You were focused on Ben. Each step, each count, came as naturally as breathing as you moved together. The dance flowed like a river. Smooth and beautiful.

When it was over, you and Ben took a moment before returning to the ballroom and reality. The audience had hesitated a little in clapping for you, but they were enthusiastic as you made your way to the judges’ desk. You couldn’t stop smiling.

Tom asked Carrie Ann what she thought and she blinked a few times before answering.

“I felt like...I was intruding on something private,” she said, laughing at the end. “Ben, that was beautiful. I think what I was most impressed with, and what I’ve seen consistently from you is that we as viewers can’t tell that Y/N is backleading. You are either truly leading her or really making it look like you are. Either way, the dancing is incredible, and this partnership is something special.”

“Thank you so much,” Ben replied.

Tom turned it over to Len.

“That was a real rumba,” Len said with a smile. “It had everything, and you looked very good, Ben. I agree with Carrie Ann, you looked like a leading man, which allows Y/N to do her job properly within the dance. It was flowing, it was romantic, and I really enjoyed it.”

You both thanked him.

Bruno jumped out of his seat. “That was a stunning dance, my boy!” he cried with his usual theatrics. “The rumba is difficult for a man, too. But you made her look beautiful, which is your job in that dance. You were solid and stong, but soft and sensual as well. I loved it, and I must say, you two have some of the best chemistry we’ve ever seen on this show!”

You and Ben looked at each other and blushed a little, but thankfully, Tom insisted on getting the scores. Carrie Ann scored you a ten. You and Ben hugged each other. Len also scored you a ten, and you squeaked with excitement. Then, Bruno also scored you a ten. You screamed with delight and jumped into Ben’s arms. He laughed and spun you around.

“We did it!” you cried. 

All the could do was hug you.

“Wow!” cried Tom. “Ben and Y/N with the first perfect score of the season! And on week four!” He walked over and held his microphone out to Ben. “How are you feeling?”

“Oh,” he sighed. “Amazing. We’ve been working so hard and it’s paying off, and I couldn’t be happier sharing this with Y/N.”

You beamed.

During the commercial break, you got changed for the team dance. When you turned around to leave the dressing room, you saw Ben, dressed in his flannel, jeans, and cowboy boots. Only now he had a hat to go with it. You laughed.

“Oh my God!” you giggled. “You look amazing.”

He chuckled. “The hat’s Alan’s but I wanted to make you laugh.”

“Mission accomplished,” you replied. 

His eyes flickered to your legs in the Daisy Duke shorts you had on for this one. He was trying to hide it, but they drove him a little wild. Paired with the cropped flannel with the little white bra peeking out, he was having a difficult time not looking at you. 

“How do I look?” you asked, twirling. “You like it better than the dress?”

You wore a flowy gown for the rumba, which he also had a hard time not staring at you in. Although lately, he had a hard time not staring at you in any context.

“You look incredible,” he said. “As always.”

“Thank you,” you said with a soft smile.

You performed the team dance and you had to admit it was a lot of fun. Ben really didn’t know anything about country music or that culture, but he had learned so quickly and you liked his openness. How ready he was to try something. How badly he wanted to win this.

Afterward, the judges scored the team dance and you all earned nines. You high fived each other in celebration. After that, it was sadly time for another elimination. It was a bit of a whirlwind to come off a high like that and then be forced into nerves again as you waited for the results.

Ben wrapped you in his arms and you buried your face in his chest as you waited. Luckily, tonight, your names were called first.

“Ben and Y/N,” said Tom. “You two are...safe to dance next week!”

You laughed together and held each other tightly. Relief washed over you. You barely heard as the other couples’ names were called. Finally, it was Lindsay and her partner who were leaving that night. You and Ben walked over to say goodbye. 

“Don’t forget to join us next week!” Tom said to camera as he closed out the show. “Our stars dance for our Halloween spook-tacular!”