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bingwriterxo · 10 months

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the shakespeare exhibit - part 2

pairing: tara carpenter x reader

summary: in which you and tara go on your first date

warnings: none

word count: 1600+

author's note: more museum tara :D i am begging someone to take me on a shakespeare in the park date

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“Shakespeare in the park?” Tara asked as she stared at the outdoor stage, a few actors in costume bustling around and getting ready before the play started. Who would willingly choose to be in one of these things? she thought. She looked at you, her eyebrows furrowed. “Really?”

“Yeah,” you said, shrugging. You shoved your hands into your back pockets and tilted your head at her. “What, not into it?”

“Well, when you said you wanted to plan the first date, this definitely wasn’t what I was expecting,” she admitted, glancing at the surrounding bleachers. It was surprisingly crowded, and she tensed at the thought of anyone she knew seeing her there. Then again, who the hell do I know that likes Shakespeare? Her attention shifted back to you, a small smile on her face. I can only deal with one Shakespeare nerd.

You chuckled and hung your head. “I’m sure this isn’t what you’re used to.”

She looped her arm through yours, pressing herself into you a bit. “It’s not, but I can dig it.”

“You don’t have to lie, Tara,” you said. “I know you don’t like this stuff.”

“I mean, no, I really don’t, but you do, so it’s fine.”

You shook your head and bit back a smile as you looked at her. “We’re not actually doing this for the date, by the way.”

“Oh, thank god!” Shit, did I just say that out loud? She looked up at you sheepishly, but you were simply staring back at her with a soft grin, no offense or annoyance on your face. “I--sorry.”

“It’s cool.” You started to lead her away from the park, her arm still looped through yours. “Trust me, even I’m not nerdy enough for Shakespeare in the park.”

“Are you sure about that?” she asked. “Because the guy at the front knew you by name.”

Pink spread across your cheeks. “That’s…not important.” You turned to her, mischief in your eyes and a teasing smirk pulling at your lips. “Besides, I just wanted to see what you’d do if I brought you here, and, apparently, you’re enough of a simp to go along with it.”

Tara’s mouth dropped open, her eyes wide in disbelief. “What? I’m not a simp!”

You laughed and bumped your shoulder against hers. Butterflies sprang up like vultures in Tara’s stomach at the action. “Two seconds ago, you were literally agreeing to sit through a random Shakespeare play, and we both know you don’t like Shakespeare.”

“So? That doesn’t mean I’m a simp!”

“Tara, you told me yourself that you only watch She’s the Man for Amanda Bynes and 10 Things I Hate About You for Julia Stiles, and those are two of the most iconic modern renditions of Shakespeare.” You pulled your arm away from hers and instead wrapped it around her shoulders, bringing her closer to you. “So, the very fact that you were willing to watch an actual Shakespeare play is quite telling about your simpness.”

Damn it. She got me. “Whatever,” she huffed, her arm slipping beneath the backpack that you were wearing and sliding to hang around your waist. Her fingers drummed against a belt loop of your pants. “What are we actually doing, then?”

You pointed ahead of you. “Why don’t you take a look for yourself?”

Tara glanced forward, her eyebrows knitted together until she realized what you were talking about. The two of you were walking toward a park where there was a large projector screen set up, The Babadook title showing ominously on the front of it. There were a few other couples sprawled out on the grass, though not many, and the grin that spread across her face couldn’t be held back even if she tried.

"The Babadook in the park sounds much better than Shakespeare in the park,” she said, and you laughed.

“I thought this might be more up your alley.” You unraveled yourself from her and slipped away, just enough so that you could intertwine your fingers with her own. “Plus, I might’ve gotten a little hint about your favorite movie from your friend Mindy in my Romanticism course,” you confessed.

Mindy?! “You know Mindy?” she asked.

You nodded. “We’ve done a few projects together.” You wormed your way out of your backpack and tossed it onto the grass. “And then I guess you must’ve talked about me because she told me she knew about our upcoming date literally the day after you and I met,” you said, your voice light.

Tara could feel herself blush up to her ears. I’m going to kill her. “Shut up,” she muttered.

You kneeled down and unzipped your bag, pulling a blanket out of it. “Don’t be embarrassed,” you said, glancing back at her with a stupidly-adorable smile. Stop being so damn cute, she thought. “It’s endearing.”

She groaned and ran a hand down her face. “Shut up, please!”

“Okay, okay,” you conceded, unfolding the blanket and trying to lay it down flat on the grass. “I’ll stop if you help me with this.”

“Oh! Right. Coming.” She hurried to the other end of the blanket and grabbed it, helping you set it down in the right way. Once it was finally flat, after many failed attempts--“we’re not very good at this, are we?” you giggled at one point, to which Tara simply wanted to melt into a puddle--she flopped down ungraciously with a sigh. “That was a lot of work,” she huffed.

You chuckled as you sat beside her. “Good thing we get to do nothing except be scared for the next hour and a half.” You reached for your bag and Tara watched as you turned it upside down, a mountain of different candy falling out of it. “And also, of course, eat snacks.”

She gasped. “You got Twizzlers!”

“Well, duh. They’re the best movie snack.”

Tara looked up at you, internally cringing at the fact that she knew she had the cheesiest, shit-eating grin on her face, though she couldn’t help it as she thought, Fuck, this girl is perfect.

* * *

“I don’t understand how that could be one of your favorite movies,” you said as you walked along the sidewalk, Tara’s hand in your own. You shivered. “That shit gave me the heebie-jeebies.”

Tara chuckled. “The heebie-jeebies? Seriously?” she teased.

You turned to her, a faux-offended frown on your face. “I swear, Tar, I’m literally going to see the Babadook in my nightmares tonight, and I’m gonna blame it on you.”

Tara could feel her knees practically buckle beneath her as the nickname rolled off your tongue, but she knew she had to keep playing into the bit. “Hey!” She raised her freehand in surrender. “You chose to take us to see this movie. You can only blame yourself.”

You huffed. “Well, trust me when I say that I never would’ve watched that if you weren’t a horror movie fanatic.”

She hummed and leaned against you. “Looks like I’m not the only simp here, huh?”

“I hate it here,” you mumbled jokingly. You glanced at her. “Maybe I should just leave you out here instead of walking you home.”

“You wouldn’t dare!”

You smiled. “You’re right. I wouldn’t.”

Tara giggled. “I’ve got you wrapped around my finger.”

“Woah, now. I don’t know if I’d go that far. I mean, let’s not forget the Shakespeare in the park--”

“Never talk about Shakespeare in the park again,” she interrupted. “Ever.” She thought for a second; then, “And don’t you dare tell Mindy I was willing to watch it.” I’d never hear the end of it from her.

“I’ll agree to that on one condition,” you said as Tara slowed to a stop, her apartment building looming ahead. As much as she was tempted to invite you inside, she could see the light on in the living room and knew that Sam was waiting for her—and, if not just Sam, then all of her friends.

She turned to you, your hands clasped between your bodies. “And that is?”

“A second date?” you asked shyly, and Tara squeezed your hand softly, a giggle falling from her lips.

“I didn’t even think that was a question,” she said.

Your eyes lit up and you stood a little straighter at her response, a grin blossoming on your face. “Oh, good!” You fumbled with her hand for a minute before saying, “Well, I’ll text you then.”

This fool… She bit her bottom lip. Guess I’ll have to do it myself.

Just before you could pull away, Tara gripped your hand a little harder and pulled you toward her, sighing into you when your lips met. You squeaked in surprise but quickly kissed back, your other hand rising to cup her jaw softly.

It was a chaste kiss--you were just outside on the street, after all--and Tara wanted nothing more than to deepen it, but she didn’t complain when you pulled away, knowing that there would be others.

“Okay,” you murmured, your eyes still trained on her lips. “I’ll text you.” You leaned in again, kissed her quickly, and then pulled away entirely. “Bye, Tar.”

She giggled. “Bye, Y/N.”

bonus: when tara slipped through the front door of her apartment, she wasn’t surprised to see everyone in the living room, expectant looks on all of their faces.

“so, how did it go--” sam began before being interrupted by mindy.

“i saw you gay fuckers kissing down there,” she said, grinning. anika slapped her lightly on the arm, and mindy huffed. “what?! i did!”

tara shook her head, a soft smile on her face. “i hate you, minds.”

#tara carpenter x reader #tara carpenter #tara x reader #jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega #jenna x reader #scream 5 #scream 6 #museum tara

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lillotus17 · 1 month

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INTERTWINED SERIES (Spidermen!ENHA) Preview

SYNOPSIS: After being dead for two minutes and then brought back to life thanks to your coworker you start to get these weird visions of future events just minutes before they happen. During a train ride you witness the murder of three teenage boys in broad daylight and then suddenly the next second they're sitting back down in their seats, alive and breathing. Despite the want you have to keep your peace and leave it alone, you can't help but get a very bad feeling and it only intensifies when you recognize the man that murdered them in your vision three train carts away and walking in your guys' direction. Shoving the three boys off of the train, saving their lives, risking your own, and being accused of kidnapping was not on your bucket list after surviving death. You don't have any clue what is going on or what in the hell you're gonna do to help these three boys but thankfully the four of you bump into some help along the way.

RELEASE DATE: TBD

PAIRING: EnhaHyung!Line X Fem. Reader, Spider-men!EnhaHyungLine x Madame Webb!Reader, Superhero!EnhaHyungLine x Clairvoyant!Reader, Spider!EnhaHyungLine x Paramedic!Reader, [ft. Enha Kim Sunoo (Anya Corazon), Yang Jungwon (Julia Cornwall), and Nishimura Riki (Mattie Franklin); TXT Yeonjun (Ezekial Sims), Choi Soobin (Ben Parker), mentions of Choi Beomgyu (Richard Parker); Shin Ryujin (Mary Parker); more to be added].

GENRE: Superhero AU, Romance, Action, Comedy, Angst, Strangers to Allies to Friends to Lovers, polyamorous relationship, (let me know if I forgot anything) more to be added!

WARNINGS: profanity, sexual/suggestive content (intercourse, oral, masturbation, phone sex, sexting, etc) ONLY WRITTEN FOR HYUNG LINE, MINORS DNI (you WILL be removed/blocked), poly relationship, drinking/consuming alcohol, feminine pronouns/terms used for reader, MADAME WEBB SPOLIERS!!! If you haven't watched it already! This is based on the MADAME WEBB MOVIE with some twist added into it! Let me know if I forgot anything at all!

DISCLAIMER: This is purely a work of FICTION! This is not meant to portray any of the Enhypen Members or other mentioned idols in any way or shape or form.

I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE IMAGES/GIFS THAT MAY BE/ARE USED IN MY WRITING. IMAGES CREATED BY ME WILL HAVE MY WATERMARK OR BE COPYRIGHTED! THE MOOD BOARDS USED FOR THIS SERIES ARE ONES I PUT TOGETHER ON MY OWN BUT THE PHOTOS USED ARE NOT MINE!

ALL CREDITS GO TO THE OWNERS/CREATORS!

PLEASE DO NOT COPY OR REPOST MY WORK!

THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION, STRICTLY FOR ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSES.

P.S. if you haven't already, you should definitely check out @artysse (credited) on TIKTOK! If you already have, then you know that it's an ENHA Fan Art Account of Spider ENHA! It's really fucking awesome! Go show some love!

NOT PROOF READ: Apologies for any grammatical errors, my loves!

AUTHOR'S NOTES: This takes place in New York, with mentions of South Korea and Japan. Reader is the same age as Jay, Jake, and Sunghoon. Jungwon, Sunoo, and Niki are the same age, in high school, and have a slightly bigger age gap between them and hyung line. Time gaps, mentions of MCU universe events/milestones. Slight spider-verse au, hyung line are all from different universes! Also note that maknae line don't have their spider powers (yet) because they develop it in series. ENHA hyungs already have their powers when they meet Y/N and the other boys.

CAST:

Y/N L/N as Cassandra (Cassie) Webb/Madame Webb

Yang Jungwon as Julia Cornwall (Carpenter in the Comics)/Arachne/Spider-(Wo)man

Kim Sunoo as Anya Corazon/Arana

Nishmura Riki (Niki) as Martha (Mattie) Franklin/Spider-(Wo)man

Lee Heeseung as Peter Parker (Tom Holland Universe)/Spider-Man

Park Jongseong (Jay) as Peter Parker (Andrew Garfield Universe)/Spider-Man

Sim Jaeyun (Jake) as Miles Morales (Spider-Verse)/Spider-Man

Park Sunghoon as Gwen Stacy (Spider-Verse)/Spider-Gwen/Ghost Spider

More to be added!

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jedijesi · 7 months

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Caught in the Cat's Web Chapter 3

Miguel O'Hara x Felicia Hardy!Reader

Previous Chapter 🕸️ Series Masterlist

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

Word Count: 1.6k

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

Co-Author: @stclairesplace

Nueva York, Earth 838

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What happened between you too?” Ben asks.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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New York, Earth 192

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

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

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

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

“I’m the boss.” He states.

Felicia shakes her head, crossing her arms.

“Egotistical Dick”, Felicia mutters under her breath.

“What was that?”

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

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

“Ouch!” Ben shouts, cradling his head.

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

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

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

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

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

“What the fuck?!” The man shouts.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I did”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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DAILY BUGLE

A SPIDER-WOMAN: NIGHT SPIDER

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

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

Chapter 4

A/N: lmk if you want to be added to the series taglist!

Taglist: @leahnicole1219

#jedi jesi #miguel ohara fanfiction #miguel o’hara x reader #felicia hardy #miguel ohara x female reader #miguel o’hara x felicia hardy #miguel o’hara x felicia hardy reader #miguel x reader #stclairesplace #miguel o’hara smut #spider man x felicia hardy #spider-man x reader #spider-man x black cat #spider-man 2099

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obl1vionblackhart · 7 months

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Hey loves! I’m back, (I suppose). I wanna updated Bejewelled but please send in requests! I write for the following:

The Quarry:

- Ryan

- Jacob

- Nick

- Emma

- Abi

- Laura

- Max

- Dylan

Scream

- Billy Loomis

- Stu Macher

- Dewey Riley

- Tara Carpenter

- Sam carpenter

- Chad Meeks- Martin (😻)

- Mindy Meeks-Martin

- Quinn Bailey

- Ethan Landry

AEW:

- Julia Hart

- Malakai Black

- Buddy Matthews

- Brody King

- Swerve Strickland

- Kenny omega

- the young bucks

- Jamie Hayter

- Kris Statlander

- Toni storm

- Saraya

- Ruby Soho

(A lot more, just ask!)

WWE:

I write for basically anyone, there’s a few I will turn away but it’s either because I just dunno how to write them or there’s a good reason!

I will not be writing smut! I may write spicy stuff here and there but never yk full on smutty smut. I’m a terrible smut writer and uh yea 👋

Shadowhunters: the mortal instruments

- Magnus Bane (either x reader or dad pov)

- Jace Wayland

- Isabelle lightwood

- Alec lightwood

- Simon Lewis

- Clary Fairchild

The Rookie:

- Tim Bradford

- Lucy Chen

- Angela Lopez

- Wesley Evers

- Aaron Thorsen

- Jackson West

#Scream #scream x reader #the quarry #the quarry x reader #WWE #WWE x reader #AEW #AEW x Reader

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fandomnerd9602 · 3 months

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Julia lays on the couch, giggling…

Julia: another successful patrol in the bag

Y/N: couldn’t have done it without you

Julia: I love you so much

Y/N: wanna celebrate the way we always do?

Julia: nighttime cuddles and pizza? Oh yeah. Get over here

Y/N lays down on the couch and right into Julia’s arms…

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marvelobsessed134 · 3 months

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Defitently wanna start writing for Julia and Cassie once Madame Web comes out

#madame web #marvel #marvel x reader #Madame web x reader #julia cornwall x reader #julia carpenter x reader

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jade-04 · 2 years

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The Queens of Hawkins

Chrissy Cunningham x fem!Reader

Warnings: this is just pure fluff, there isn't an actual mention of homophobia in Hawkins, but it's implied

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“Nobody can know, okay?” You said to Chrissy. The two of you were sitting in your room, faces filled with tears of joy.

Chrissy had been your best friend since you both showed up to cheer tryouts freshman year. Both of you being scrawny, little, freshmen with dreams of being cheerleaders; bonding over the fact that you were both super nervous. Ever since that day, you were mesmerized by Chrissy, but nobody ever knew, except your second closest friend, Robin Buckley. You knew from day one that you liked Chrissy as more than just a friend, but if you told her and she didn't feel the same, you would instantly become the mockery of your small town.

For Chrissy, you were the coolest person she had met in Hawkins, she knew practically the whole school, but somehow, you were still the coolest to her. She had only figured out a year ago that she liked you and she had been pining for you since. She dated a guy or two from freshman to junior year, but none of them had ever made her feel as special as you did. Even though you couldn't admit to her that you liked her, you always wanted her to feel loved and special. You were always getting her gifts or taking her out for pizza or dinner, her boyfriends would never do this for her.

Both you and Chrissy had known for a while that you weren't straight. You had known since 8th grade when you shared your first kiss with Robin while playing spin the bottle at an all-girls sleepover. Robin was the only one you told that you were a lesbian and she was super accepting of you, years later you would find out she was on the same team as you. Chrissy figured out she was bisexual towards the end of sophomore year. After watching Revenge of the Nerds with her boyfriend at the time, she realized she had a huge crush on Julia Montgomery. That brings us to today when you and Chrissy both admitted how head over heels you were for each other.

You and Chrissy spent every Saturday night together. It would start with one of you going to the other’s house and ordering Fettucine’s takeout, you would always order the same thing: a tin of lasagna for the two of you to share. After dinner, you would watch a movie until both of you fell asleep on the couch. It was simple, but it was the one thing you looked forward to all week. Tonight started no different than the rest, except for when you and Chrissy had finished your tin of lasagna and were sitting in your room listening to a Carpenters record your mom got you for your birthday. Chrissy was lying on your bed while you were curled up in a chair in the corner of your room. You had been drifting off slightly, but were trying to stay up because it was only 8:30 and you knew the living room would be free from your younger brothers by 9:00. You hated having to wait until 9:00 to start the movie, but the twins were having their hockey team over for dinner that night, so sitting in your room until everyone left was the best option.

“Hey, can I talk to you about something?” Chrissy said suddenly, she was still lying in your bed, staring at the ceiling.

“Is that even a question? Of course, you can.” At first, Chrissy’s sudden noise had frightened you a bit, but now you were concerned by her question.

“Have you ever… felt like you do about a guy… towards a girl?” Chrissy still hadn't moved, but her voice was very nervous. She was afraid to look you in the eyes, but to you, it looked like she was just lying there thinking.

Your eyes turned wide. ‘Did she find out? Who told her?’ You thought to yourself, shifting around in your seat. “I-I’m not exactly sure what you're saying, Chrissy?” You tried to cover up your nervousness around the topic.

“I guess what I’m saying is have you ever, like, liked a girl?” She was now sitting up and looking at you. She had her legs pulled to her chest, hugging her knees.

“I- I mean… I guess I’ve thought there were girls who were super pretty.” You moved around so you were now looking out the window. “I don't know about liking them though. I mean, there’s this one girl, but…” You trailed off not really knowing what to say, you already felt like you had said too much and felt bad for lying to your best friend. It was hard to look her in the eyes, so you focused on the tree in your backyard that was swaying in the wind.

“Oh.” You could hear the disappointment in Chrissy’s voice, but you couldn’t tell if she wanted you to drop it or try and keep the conversation going. You decided you wanted to try and question her a bit.

“Is everything okay, Chrissy?” You finally looked back at her. Her head was down eyes focused on her hands.

“Um…” Chrissy drew in a deep breath. “It’s just, there's this girl, who is totally tubular and I think I like her.” She was still staring at her hands, this time fidgeting with the friendship bracelet you made for her at cheer camp 3 years ago and a soft smile on her face.

“That’s super cool, Chrissy.” You smiled at her even though she couldn't see it. You were a bit jealous that there was this girl that made Chrissy feel this way, but you didn't care as long as she was happy. “Who’s the lucky lady? I mean you don't have to tell me if you don't want to though.” You were nervous causing you to start to ramble a bit. You didn't want to make her uncomfortable, but it would be great to know who this girl was.

“Well…” Chrissy now looked up at you, meeting your eyes. She blinked a bit as she took a very nervous and shaky breath. “She’s you.” You could see a few tears coming out of her eyes, this must've been so hard for her to admit to you.

You got out of your chair and rushed over to her, cupping her face to wipe the tears from her eyes. “Hey hey hey, it's okay!” You smiled at her. “I like you too, I have for a while now.” You could feel the blush creeping across your face.

Chrissy now met your eyes. “Wait, really?” She said, putting her hands on your shoulders.

“Yea, since freshman year cheer tryouts.” You looked away with a slightly embarrassed smile.

Chrissy took one of her hands off of your shoulder so she could turn your face back to meet hers. She studied your face, not knowing what to say. She felt stupid for not having noticed sooner, but she also had been tied up in school work and boys to even try and figure out her own emotions. Her eyes trailed across your face until they eventually landed on your lips. This was a moment she had been waiting for, for almost a year now. “Can I kiss you?” A smile spread across her face.

“Y-yea.” You stutter a bit not exactly knowing how to react. You were happy, but also super nervous.

Chrissy moved her face closer to yours before placing a chaste kiss on your lips. She pulled away with a smile on her face, tears in her eyes again, but this time they were tears of joy. You couldn't help but giggle and wipe her tears away again, tears of joy falling from your eyes as well. You both had been waiting for this moment for a long time and finally getting to have it felt great. You smiled again before pulling Chrissy back in for another kiss. This time, you both sat there, kissing each other for a while until it felt right to pull away.

“Do you wanna maybe be my girlfriend?” You moved your hands from the side of her face down to hold her hands. Chrissy’s eyes were glistening and you couldn't tell if it was from the moment you had just had or if it was because of the way she was crying not too long ago.

“Yes! Yes, of course!” She took her hands out from yours to wrap you in a warm, loving hug.

Once again, you both sat there for a bit, both just enjoying each other's warmth. You were crying again, you couldn't think of a time recently when you had felt this happy. You both were so happy to finally call each other your own.

“Nobody can know, okay?” You pulled away from your hug with Chrissy, putting your hands on her shoulder. “As much as I would love to shout from the rooftops that you’re my girlfriend, I don't want either of us to get outcasted by the town.” There was a sadness in your voice, you hated to keep your relationship a secret, but if people found out, you and Chrissy would be the new freaks of Hawkins.

“Okay.” She nodded. “We can be the secret queens of Hawkins.” Chrissy said before pulling you in for another kiss.

a/n: I literally have been thinking about this for days now and I just had to write it. I thought it would be cute for Chrissy to be dating another cheerleader. I might write a second part, but let me know if you guys want one. Also two posts in one night. Who am I?

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ash-writies · 2 years

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Hola señor/señora/as thou may be

I was hoping we could have a little fluffy bruno x gn! reader drabble where they’re in their 20’s Bruno sees them bonding with his rats, ticking them, engaging in conversations, and letting them ride in their pockets (let’s say reader wears overalls cuz overalls are underrated) and he makes a new life goal for himself; to put a ring on this person.

Por favor, y gracias 🙏🏽💚

a/n: this was cute hehe Hope you enjoy it :D

No warnings

Fluff

~500 words

He shuffled out of his room, his hood thrown over his messy hair. He looked both ways before sneaking out of his hallway, he’d had enough stupid readings for one day and was looking to steal one of Julia’s arepas when he caught sight of you. You looked around, missing him, and crept behind a table. He leaned forward a bit so he could still see. You fished a piece of an arepa out of the pocket of your overalls and held it close to the ground. He smiled, realizing what you were doing, and hesitantly walked towards you. You began softly clicking your tongue, trying to get the rats’ attention.

He paused and hid behind the side of the archway as some of the rats came out of their hiding spots. He watched as you smiled and piled a few of them into your pockets, giggling softly as they wiggled close to your skin. You slid an arepa off the table and placed it with the rest of them. You grabbed another and took a bite, looking up and right into Bruno's eyes, causing you to stop mid-bite. You were the first to look away, a heavy heat spreading over your face. You stood, finishing your bite, and walked over to him. He began to panic internally, wondering why you were coming over to see him.

Once you reached him, you leaned over and whispered, “you like them too, don’t you?” when he didn’t respond you continued anyway, “well c’mon I wanna show you something I made.” You began walking away but he didn’t move. Once you noticed you turned and waved him over, he looked around and pointed at himself.

You huffed with a smile and grabbed his arm, “..dork,” you muttered under your breath, leading him behind the house. Once your masterpiece came into view he stopped. There was a… “creatively” looking house complete with a pool and a plate for the rats. You crouched down and let them out of your pockets, letting them run around the house. You placed the half-eaten arepa on the plate and watched them pick at it.

“So what do you think? It took me a while to build it and I'm no carpenter-” you chuckled, petting one of the rats who sniffed your hand.

“It’s cool,” he said, crouching next to you.

“Glad you think so too, I know these little guys love it.” you smiled, flipping one over playfully. He smiled at you as you became captivated by the game you played with the rats. He watched the way the sun danced over your skin, the way the creases of your overalls jumped at your sudden movements, how the wind did little to move your stubborn figure, and knew he had to be the one to put a ring on your finger.

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honeysuckleharringtons · 2 years

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jedijesi · 6 months

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Caught in the Cat's Web Chapter 10

Miguel O'Hara x Felicia Hardy! Reader

Previous Chapter 🕸️ Series Masterlist

Warnings: Fluff, Violence

Word Count: 5k

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

Co-Author: @stclairesplace

New York, Earth-928

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes, LYLA?”

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

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

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

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

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

“For what?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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New York, Earth-192

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Chapter 11

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