#Miguel x Hoo

[thecluelessdoctor]

wait.

What do you mean Hoo ruined his relationship with Miguel??

LORE?

Well if you couldn't tell, Hoo isn't exactlg the greatest person ever.

Less of Hoo ruined it though, more of.. he was afraid of doing that and getting hurt, so he ended up distancing himself, which ended up hurting him even more, and hurtinh miguel

The two still really love and care about each other though (who knows! They might give it a second shot one day..)

[leo-lvr]

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[yelenasdiary]

For Flufftober 🤭

It's Kate's and Readers first Halloween together as a couple. The two spend the whole day at home handing out candy for the trick or treaters. Kate is the one who is handing out the candy while Reader bakes some cookies and other stuff for the Avengers Halloween party that they're going to at night. The two dress up in a couples costume (you can pick whichever one you want) before they head to the avengers compound.

-🌊 (I know it's not much but this is all I got 🙈)

Trick or Treat

Pairing:  Kate Bishop x GN! Reader

Summary:  You and Kate spend your first Halloween together.

Warnings:  Smut implied? But other than that, none | 1.7K

AC: I hope you enjoy this! Thank you for requesting it, it was so fun to write! x

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Halloween, a spooky day for all small and tall. Kate, your girlfriend, had spent the night at your small townhouse home and of course she had brought Lucky. Kate turned your house into a nicely decorated house that screamed your name all over it into something that Claire from Modern Family would most definitely approve of. It was your first Halloween together and she had invited you to join her at the Avenger's compound later tonight for a Halloween party that Wanda and Nat had planned out, mostly Wanda of course. 

Kate secretly loved that you lived in a family orientated neighborhood, given that her apartment was on top of a pizzeria, she doesn't get any excited children knocking on her door trick or treating. A large pumpkin shaped plastic bowl sat on the dresser by the front door, overflowing with candy and treat sized chocolate bars for Kate to hand out while you baked some Halloween themed cookies and cupcakes for the party later on. 

"Look at you Lucky!" you smiled widely as he sat at your feet, tail wagging while wearing a horse saddle costume finished with a fake wig, Kate entered the kitchen in a red wig with a single plait hanging off her shoulder topped with a red cowgirl hat. 

"Yodel-ay-hee-hoo!" Kate says with a put-on country accent while swirling a lasso, "You found Woody! Good job Bullseye!" she added. You couldn't help but chuckle at how adorable the cowgirl was, "I bet you've been waiting all month to say that" you replied.

"You bet ya!" Kate placed her lasso on the countertop and gently pulled you in for a kiss. Since Kate went a teeny bit overload with the Halloween decorations, she suggested that you, Lucky and her dress up a little more child friendly when she noticed just how many younger children lived in your neighborhood and who doesn't love Toy Story right?

With Lucky dressed as Bullseye, you as Woody and Kate as Jessie, it was almost criminal not to get as many photos together as possible. Kate didn't only have a great eye when it came to her archery but also when it came to her photography. She set up her digital camera in front of a blue back drop and set the timer for 10 seconds. The three of you posed for a few photos before Kate heard the doorbell ring, her first trick or treater for the day!

"Twick or Tweet!" A small child no older than 4 smiled with his candy bag open wide, he was dressed as Miguel from Disney's Coco. "Happy Halloween little dude!!" Kate smiled as she kindly put 3 pieces of candy into his little bag. "Thank you!" He waved before he turned to walk back towards his parents who waited protectively at the end of the walkway, they smiled at Kate before she closed the door. 

"Looks like you've got the door covered, I'll get a start on the cookies" you gave Kate a little tilt of your cowboy hat before making your way to the kitchen. 

Every few minutes the doorbell would ring through the house and Kate would answer it with Lucky sitting beside her feet. The kids said the iconic line before they noticed that Lucky was also dressed up, he got plenty of pats and Kate even showed them a trick that she had taught him recently. Lucky would carefully pick up 2 pieces of candy from the bowl and place it in the kids candy stash. 

"Bishop! Get your fingers away from the icing mixture!" you scolded as you took the try of freshly baked gooey chocolate chip cookies, placing the on the countertop for cooling before putting a second tray into the oven.

"I didn't even do anything!" Kate lied, licking the tip of her index finger. You turned and shook your head at her, "you can help decorate them when their ready and after, you can eat the left-over icing" you offered before you made a start on making cupcake mixture. 

Kate was just about to distract you by wrapping her arms around you from behind when the doorbell rang again, and she was out of the kitchen faster than you could blink. It wasn't long before she was back, hovering around you waiting for a spare moment to capture your lips in a kiss. 

Once the cupcake mixture was made, you began to pour some into the cupcake cups. Kate grabbed a teaspoon as you did so and scraped some mixture out of the bowl before quickly dabbing some of it on the tip of your nose. She chuckled proudly before leaving the spoon clean of mixture while you shook your head playfully at her and placed the bowl on the countertop, "come here" you looked up at her. You dipped your finger into the mixture and waited for Kate to come closer before you wiped it on her left cheek. 

"Don't waste it!!" Kate joked as she dipped her finger into the mix and wiped a strip of mixture from your forehead, over your nose and to your lips. "Says you!" you raised a brow only to be shushed by Kate kissing you deeply, "well" you smiled against her lips, "I guess if you do that again it'll make up for it" you added. 

Kate didn't hesitate to kiss you once more, the taste of red valet cupcake mixture on her lips reminded you of the slight mess that she had just made on your face. Another ring of the doorbell broke your kiss but seeing the excitement on Kate's face every time the doorbell rang was enough to keep you from giving her a pout.

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"Baby, we're gonna be late!" you call out as you look at the time on your phone. The cookies and cupcakes were decorated and ready to take over to the compound in Tupperware. Kate and you had changed costumes, Kate called this one Murders Ken & Barbie. "I'm ready!" Kate walked out of your bedroom in a black suit with a pink undershirt paired with some black shoes, her hair tied back with some loose strands rounding her face, fake blood markings on her face and neck added to the murder look.

"Babe, you're drooling" Kate chuckled as you were stunned at how great your girlfriend looked. You wore Barbie's iconic pink and white gingham dress with a couple of steams of fake blood to add to the effect. "I'm sorry, but god damn it!" you replied. Kate pulled you closer to her, "Thank you Barbie, you look rather dashing yourself!" she spoke, softly smiling at you. 

"Do we really have to do to this party?" you asked, your mind racing with other ideas. Kate caught on quickly to your train of thought and lightly bit her bottom lip, "and miss this chance to show you off? I don't think so" she replied before kissing you softly, "besides, you've got all night to get me out of this suit" she added with a wink.

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[zoro-chwaan]

So this was something I started last year, but never finished (cause I forgor) buy here ya go.

Ooc Hobie probably, but boo hoo, I don’t care

» [ Hobie (Spider-Punk) x trans!reader ] «

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You and Hobie always had a weird friendship. Where whenever one of you saw the other, you would scream at each other about how great the other is. The other spider-folks would either find it adorable or annoying. Miguel thought of it as annoying since the both of you are ‘too loud’ for his taste. But why does it matter to him? Maybe he’s still sour due to the fact that he lost his daughter, personal issue if you ask me.

Though Hobie and you are close friends. You still neglected to mention to him some things about you, but you didn’t have the need to tell him anything any time soon. You’d know he’d be fine with the fact of who you are.

Oddly enough, today you decided to install Pokémon Go. Just for the heck of it (and because you really wanted a specific Pokémon). You spent roughly a couple minutes on it, starting to question if it was the right choice. You opened the portal to where all the spider-folks are at and walked in. You looked around to see if you can spot a certain punk.

“You looking for someone?”

Startled and turned to see it was just Lyla with a smirk on her face. You chuckled and nodded, “Do you know if Hobie is in here or if he’s in his dimension?” Lyla just laughed and told you that he was here. “He’s on top of one of the buildings” She said as she disappeared. You smiled and went on your way. After a while you found him where Lyla said he would be. He seemed to just be relaxing, you smiled and looked at him for a bit before you decided to ruin his day. “HOBIE!!” Hobie turned around and saw you and smiled. “Yeah Y/N, it’s me. What’s up?”

“I THINK I MADE A MISTAKE!”

He looked at you with a confused expression “WHAT kind of mistake?!” You paused for a moment and muttered, “So I decided to reinstall Pokémon Go..”

“Y/N, DON’T PLAY THAT GAME FOR YOUR OWN SAKE!!”

“BUT I NEED (Favorite Pokémon)!!”

“THEY ARE FICTIONAL CREATURES! YOU DON’T NEED THEM!” You gasped at his statement and gave him a look of betrayal. “YES I DO!!” You responded. “WHY ON EARTH DO YOU NEED THEM?!”

“BECAUSE I RELATE TO (Favorite Pokémon)!!” You yelled back.

“WHY DO YOU RELATE TO (Favorite Pokémon)?!”

“NO COMMENT”

“DON’T YOU HAVE FRIENDS?!” He blurted out. You paused once again giving him a look that said ‘Ayo chill’ He saw that and chuckled awkwardly, “I was just asking..” He scratched the back of his neck.

“This is why I need (Favorite Pokémon)”

“YOU DON’T NEED (Favorite Pokémon)!!”

“YOU DON’T KNOW WHATS GOOD FOR ME!!”

“I ACTUALLY DO KNOW WHATS GOOD FOR YOU!!”

“NUH UH!!”

“YUH HUH!!” He retorted

“SAYS WHO??” You fought back

“SAYS ME” He countered

“WHY?!”

“BECAUSE I KNOW YOU BETTER THAN ANYONE ELSE DOES” He stood up and walked towards you. He’s not wrong, he really does know you better than anyone else in here does. You two were close, and it shows. “I KNOW” you screamed.

“YOU DON’T KNOW!! IF YOU KNEW, YOU WOULDN’T BE PLAYING POKÉMON GO!!” Damnit he’s got a point.

“BUT I NEED IT”

“YOU DON’T NEED IT!!”

“WHY?!”

“BECAUSE ITS BAD FOR YOU!” (NUH uh)

“Damn..” you said, acting a bit dramatic for the affect. He sighed and shook his head, “What am I going to do with you?” He questioned, mostly to himself while smiling. “Honestly, I don’t even know myself” you replied. You both stayed silent for a bit, till he thought of something. “Hey Y/N… I think I know why you relate to (Favorite Pokémon) now..” You gave him a puzzled look and quirked up an eyebrow. “Oh yeah?”

“You just need a friend”

“…”

“…”

“…”

“Okay we’re done with this conversation” you said as you facepalmed. No need to call you out like that.. geez..

“BUT I WANNA HELP!”

“NO!!”

“I’M GONNA HELP YOU WHETHER YOU LIKE IT OR NOT!!!”

“WHY?!”

“BECAUSE I’M YOUR FRIEND AND YOU NEED ME TO HELP!!”

“DO YOU KNOW WHAT I NEED??”

“A FRIEND??!” “Damn I get it… no need to remind me that I’m lonely..” You mentally said to yourself

“NO!! A CHEST BINDER” You replied without thinking. Shit.. did you just really put yourself?

“A CHEST BINDER??!!” Now it was his turn to look puzzled.. Fuck

“YEAH!”

“WHY???!!!” “Well it’s now or never..”

“CAUSE I’M TRANS!!”

“YOUR TRANS?!”

“YEAH!! WHAT OF IT?!!” You would be lying to yourself if you said that your kinda scared shitless

“I’M JUST SURPRISED!!”

“REALLY?” “Dumb reply”

“YEAH, I DIDN’T KNOW YOU WERE TRANS!!!” Even if you never told him, he still would’ve called you a guy since you passed really well. You were happy.

“WELL SURPRISE!!” You were scared shitless, yet you knew he would still be supportive of you. That’s just how he is, but it was your turn to be surprised by what came out his mouth.

“I HAVE TO GET YOU A CHEST BINDER NOW!!”

“THAT’S SO SWEET OF YOU!!” Your heart beat a happy tune.. man he made you feel such love and happiness

“ANYTHING FOR YOU!!” Yeah.. he really made your heart skip a beat

“WHY ARE WE STILL YELLING?!”

“BECAUSE WE’RE LOUD PEOPLE!!” You paused once again and nodded. “Fair enough”, again silence came over you two again.

“…So, about the chest binder..” Hobie started up. You turned to him, “What about it?”

“I REALLY NEED TO GET YOU ONE!!” Man, he really is sweet. But sometimes, you just want to buy something’s for yourself. As a reward.

“I CAN GET IT MYSELF, BUCKO”

“NO YOU CAN’T!! IT’S MY JOB TO GET YOU ONE!!” He’s more than aware that you are more than capable of getting yourself one, but he really cares about you and wants to give you one as a gift. How sweet

“WHY?!”

“BECAUSE YOU NEED IT!!”

“YEAH I DO!! I CAN GET ONE MYSELF!!”

“I’LL BUY YOU ONE!!!!” And when you thought he couldn’t get any sweeter..

“YOU DON’T NEED TO”

“I’LL BUY IT AND NO ONE CAN STOP ME!!” Times like these, you’re really thankful that you’re on top of a building. Sure, if some folks are close enough, they would hear your guy’s scream fight. But would they understand what the two do you are talking about.. probably not.

“LET ME BUY IT FOR MYSELF!!”

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Will I finish this? Probably not, but hey, you just gotta do what you gotta do

[catmansquad]

Suncream

Miguel X M!Reader (I remember seeing a post saying that the MXM content was drying up. So here's my contribution)

A day at the beach, beneath the scorching sun, but Miguel has forgotten his suncream. Fortunately, you’re on hand to rectify that little issue…

The sun was a harsh taskmaster, his blistering, searing light piercing through the cloudless blue skies and down to the silken white sands below. The few burning grains of sand that slipped into your sandals left you hopping from one foot to the other across the beach to where the two loungers remained unoccupied. Before you, the great view of the sapphire ocean stretched out seemingly forever until it blended with the horizon. It was beautiful here. You dropped into the blue lounger pulling off your sandals and brushing the hot sand from your feet, toes curling in irritation. Your attention was drawn to the sight of the other beachgoers; building sandcastles, swimming in the crystalline seas and splashing playfully, or racing across the sands in the midst of a volleyball game. You tired to relax, bag down beside you, and your gaze turned to the form of the man who took the lounger beside yours; reclining back with a relieved groan as he stretched his long legs out. He was almost too tall for the length of the lounger, almost. Clad in red shorts and a white shirt, red eyes hidden behind dark glasses as he turned his head to look back at you, a cocky smirk on his lips. ‘See? It told you this would be a good idea…’ A look of incredulity passed across your features, and his smirk only grew. ‘That’s not how I remember it, Miggy! I remember having to pester you for weeks- weeks before you’d agree to step away from your job to come to the beach with me.’ Miguel chuckled softly, watching you pout. ‘You could have had as much of time as you wanted- you know that, guapo, all you have to do is ask. But, no… You had to go out to scorch your feet on the sands…’ He shook his head, tutting softly, still with that amused smile on his face. He was toying with you, he knew you so well.

It had been five, maybe ten minutes before you were drawn from your book by Miguel sitting up with a low groan. ‘… Wow, it’s hot… Very hot. Hoo…’ You gave him the side eye, those glasses low on his nose, the glint of his red eyes squinting at you against the light of the sun. He was seeking your attention like a needy puppy, and you weren’t going to be so easily moved. Your eyes slowly returned to your book, rereading the same line twice over before you regained your focus. Beside you, Miguel nudged his glasses back up, eyes narrowed softly in irritation as his mind formulated a plan to regain your attention. ‘Ay, dios mio… This heat is so shockin’ bad…’ He pulled off his glasses, sensitive eyes scrunched shut against the blinding light of the sun and fingers curled into the hem of his shirt. ‘Actually…’ He knew he had your full attention as he pulled his shirt off.

He left it draped over the back of the lounger as he reclined back down, humming in delight. You couldn’t take your eyes off the man you loved; those broad shoulders, powerful arms, strong chest and rippling abs. ‘Show off…’ You snorted, hearing his little curious noise as he looked over. Then he grinned. ‘Uh-huh? Who’s showing off? I’m not… I told you, it’s too hot for me to wear a shirt.’ He settled back down, with the faintest smirk still present. You read through at least two more pages before the idea clicked into your mind. ‘Miguel…?’ ‘Mm?’ ‘A-are you only wearing suncream on your face?’ He glanced over as you marked your page and put the book down. You clearly weren’t going to get any reading done while Miguel demanded your attention. ‘Yeah. Put it on before we came here, remember?’ You pulled down your own sunglasses, glaring at him before pushing them back up. ‘So, you’re not wearing any on… the rest of your body? You’re gonna burn! Or worse, Miggy-  surely you know more than me about cell damage and skin cancer a-and…’ ‘Shh, shh…’ He hushed you softly, one hand held out as he pushed himself up with the other. ‘It’s all good. You brought the suncream with you, didn’t you? Of course you did. I know you so well, mi corazón…’ His words were a soft purr, reassuring. You sighed and rummaged into your bag, withdrawing the bright yellow bottle of high-factor suncream, shaking it thoroughly. ‘Turn over, Miggy, I’ll do your back.’ He chuckled softly at your words, you could feel his crimson gaze upon you, even through the glasses. ‘Well, you could. But I’d much rather you do my front…’ He licked slowly across his lips as that confident, smug smirk returned. A soft sigh tore itself from you as you hesitated, not yet ready to brave the scorching sands with feet hovering above them. ‘C’mon, Miggy, move those long-ass legs of yours, so I can reach you.’ He was still smirking, still unmoving until he shook his head. ‘Nah, lo siento, mi amor, I’m far too comfortable… You know where you can sit, though?’ He patted his lap, those baggy crimson shorts. You only had one choice, and he knew you wouldn’t refuse.

‘Ow! Ow!’ You tip-toed rapidly across the scorching sands and all but dropped into Miguel’s lap, straddling across those powerful thighs. ‘Comfy…?’ He purred softly, his huge hands moving to rest on your waist and giving a firm, if gentle squeeze. Miguel was an amazing boyfriend; tall, strong, charming, loving, and utterly doting. That wasn’t even starting to get into the man being a living, breathing Superhero, a half-spider down on a genetic level, the man who could bench over ten tons, outsprint most methods of transport, and spin natural webbing from his wrist. Also, the fangs, the fangs that showed when he smiled, the fangs he licked his tongue down when he was feeling playful. The fangs that he had nipped and bitten you with so often that you had begun to develop a resistance to his paralytic venom. What was the term? Mithridatism. That was it. His brother was a nice guy, too, but you certainly weren’t romantically interested in him. ‘Comfy.’ You responded, giving the bottle a firm shake before squirting it into one hand. Miguel relaxed, humming, pleased. He was still wearing that cheeky smirk as you began to rub it into his broad shoulders. ‘Mm..’ The delighted groan escaped him as you rubbed it in, working out the tension in those huge shoulders, touch firm as his form was very much unyielding. ‘…. That’s it, mi amor, just like that… Yeah… Muy bien....’ You moved your hands lowers, rubbing more cream down his arms, his tanned skin sparkling in the sun. You felt his fingers drum across your waist, squeezing softly, making his muscles flex and veins pop under your touch. ‘Mmm… Your touch is so good… I love it…’ ‘Miggy, don’t tell me you’re getting off on this…’ You hesitated and he lifted his head from the lounger, fangs peeping out from his smile. ‘Hey… Don’t stop. What about the rest of me?’ You rolled your eyes and squired more cream, focusing on his right arm, stroking down the skin until you reached his hand, entwining your fingers and slipping through his touch. As he turned his palm over, his claws emerged from the fingertips, curved and wickedly sharp. You had seen him cut through most things. Including one guy who had threatened you. Never mess with a possessively loving Superhero.

You had done the same to his other arm, with the same tender care. He shivered softly at the spurt of cream on his chest, fanged grin back as you began to rub it, massaging it across his broad body. He pushed out his chest as you rubbed across his hard pecs; every part of him was unyielding. But your worst mistake was squirming softly in his lap to try and get more comfortable. That soft groan followed, and you felt him stir beneath his crimson shorts. ‘Miguel, seriously, we’re in public….’ ‘Uh-huh? Nothing bad is happening here; just a guy making sure his boyfriend won’t burn in the sun.’ He clenched his abs as your hands ghosted over it, stopping shy of the band of his shorts. Then you began to softly rock in his lap. Almost immediately, his grip on your hips tightened sharply, stilling you. ‘Hey… Don’t make it too obvious… I know I’m the hottest man you’ve ever met, but we can go back to the hotel, if you really want to play…’ You couldn’t see the look in his eyes, but you watched him slowly lick his tongue down a fang, stopping shy of the sharp tip. You shifted softly again, resting your hands on his shoulders and leaned in to kiss his familiar lips, hearing that pleased rumble in his chest as the kiss deepened until you reluctantly parted. ‘But I just spent so long making sure my super hot boyfriend wouldn’t get burned in the sun…’ ‘Uh-huh? Way I see it, guapo, you just spent a long time caressing my muscles. So… If you can control your urges for just a little while longer… Then we can go back…’ His fangs scraped softly against your lower lip as he nipped there before pulling back. ‘… and you can caress all of me for as long as you want… How does that sound…?’ You rocked softly in his lap once again as you kissed him, uncaring for who saw you. Only Miguel mattered in that moment. ‘… Te amo…’ He rumbled to you before you parted once more. ‘I know, Miggy…’

[livelaughdepression]

When I’m Sober

Miguel O’Hara x fem!reader

Summary - A welcome sight greets you after a drunken night and God did you hope you remember when you’re sober.

Notes - My first fic! Let me know what you all think and if you’d like a part 2!

4.9k Words

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On days of drinking and partying, I didn’t carry my keys or phone. And as I stumbled in the alley behind my apartment, I thought of how a great friend of mine gets in and settled to use the window. 

“Why aren’t we using the door?” Doctor Reynolds asks, stumbling behind me as I climb up the emergency stairs and ladder to get to my window. 

I faintly remember telling him a few times that I was okay leaving the club and going home, but he insisted on taking me home. And as I drunkenly hailed a taxi down, he kept an arm latched around my waist. He was also being very handsy and more comfortable with me the more I drank. And maybe if it was a different time, I would appreciate his dreaminess and attention.

But I had my eye on someone else. 

“Shh! You’re gonna wake up my neighbors!” I exclaim, squinting my eyes in seeing a faint glow of light coming from my window. 

My thoughts racing, I was climbing up the stairs faster now. I could hear Doctor Reynolds asking again why we were going through the window, but I wasn’t going to tell him. It was my secret. 

Mine and Spiderman’s secret. And Spiderdog’s secret since he was my roommate. 

As I get to my window, I see my one and only favorite pet waiting for me at the window. He wore his crochet spider mask and with the glow from inside, he reminded me of an angel. In the back of my head, I remember the window only being opened a smidge. A fourth of the window was opened, and Spiderdog took it as his chance to stick his head out as I approached. 

“Who’s a good boy? Who’s a good boy? You are! Spider-dog’s the best boy!” I cooed as I crouched down and blew kisses at my best boy. He happily barks and wags his tail at me. 

When he catches sight of Doctor Reynolds who crouched next to me, his barks of joy become snarls as he tries to bite at his hand. I hold onto his neck as Doctor Reynolds stumbles back, falling against the railing. 

“I forgot your dog doesn’t like me,” He says, trying to nervously laugh it off. 

“He’s just protective,” I hummed, opening the window a bit more so I could crawl through. Looking at the kitchen, I see a faint shadow moving around and my mood instantly lightens even more. 

“So sorry, but you’re gonna have to sleep somewhere else, Doctor Reynolds. Come on, Spiderdog,” I gleefully say, as my dog stops his barking to tuck himself under my arm which was already pulling the window down. 

Doctor Renolds steps forward to try and slide the window back open, but I had already latched it shut. His hand starts to bang on the glass and Spiderdog resumes his hateful barking and snarling against the glass. 

“Y/n! You can’t leave me out here! You said we were going to hoo-”

“I never invited you to stay! Bye, Doctor Reynolds!” I chirp, pulling the blinds down and waving goodbye to him. 

The banging ceases, and I could hear him say a select few curse words. Moments later, the rattling of the stairs is heard. 

I pull up at my dress and run my fingers through my hair, happy about seeing my visitor. Spiderdog leaves my side and goes to the kitchen just as the light turns on. 

I hear quiet footsteps before I see him. 

I could say that my heart was racing due to the thrill of seeing my roommate who was just as happy to see me as I him, but the thought of my favorite superhero in the whole wide world always made my heart flutter. It had been about a week since he last came here with a wound that needed stitching, and I had missed him. 

“Busy night?” He asks as I try to smoothly stand up and walk to the kitchen where he was. Spiderdog was at his side, his tail hitting the floor frantically as he stared up at his idol.  

Behind him, I see a box of pizza and breadsticks which wasn’t there when I left earlier. A sliver of me felt bad for going out to drink and party while he was probably waiting here for hours, but the majority of me really loved the tequila I was drinking earlier tonight. 

“Is that pizza? I love pizza! Did you know it was Michelle’s birthday yesterday? She wanted to go to the club and get drinks tonight. I couldn’t leave her hanging,” I chatter, my eyes momentarily flicking back to his tall figure. He was standing with his arms crossed over his chest and for a second my mind wandered to the thought of his muscular arms holding me close at night. 

Too busy ogling at the box of pizza, I didn’t notice the blanket that Spiderdog normally drags around with him was on the floor right in front of me. My heels get caught in it, and I lose my footing. A small scream leaves my mouth at the feeling of falling. But then it stops. 

I open my eyes to see the red spider emblem directly in my line of sight. Spidey had caught me and had me wrapped in his arms. Oh what a feeling. 

I free out one hand and try to pinch his cheek as I laugh. “My knight in shining spidey armor,”

“Jesus, y/n. How much did you have to drink? He asks, swatting my hand away. I scrunch my nose as I slip out of his warm hold and go to the pizza box, feeling a slight sway in my steps.

“Just like…half a bottle of tequila. Did you miss me?” I ask, a weak attempt to change the topic. I sit up on the counter and watch as he walks into the light of the kitchen. He wore his mask, but I could imagine his eyes watching my every move. 

Spidey wasn’t very vocal. He was always watching, and on rare occasions, would chip in his two cents. I had learned to pick up signals based off how he moved. When he was stiff and almost robotic with his movements, something usually bothered him. He rarely talked about it, and I never pushed him on it. When he was completely out of it, he’d mention a Peter or a Gwen or the universe, but I usually didn’t pry. Sometimes when he was here and slept on the couch after my demands of him staying the night due to his injuries, I could see the tension leave his body. He visibly relaxed and wasn’t as guarded. His voice was lighter, and he was even funny with his own jokes. I’d sometimes wake up in the middle of the night to see him fast asleep, Spiderdog tucked into his side. 

“I came to check up on you. Last time…I saw you, you were drunk out of your mind crying in the shower with your clothes on.”

The memory of my parents coming into my place and calling me a disgrace to the family name while forbidding me from ever contacting them or any of my siblings temporarily sobered up my mind. I stuff my face with a slice of pizza before I started to uncontrollably sob in front of Spidey. 

“I’m okay. Just had a little too much to drink that night. Are you going to get a slice?” I open the box and grab a slice to hold over Spiderdog who was waiting on me to include him in this late night dinner party. I leave the box open and scoot the box and myself closer to the edge of the counter, so he could sit next to me. 

Likely figuring that he wouldn’t get anymore info out of me, he lets the conversation die and grabs a slice of pizza before sitting next to me. His thigh presses against mine, and I let out a hum of content as his mask from his chin up to the tip of his nose disappears. 

I never saw much of his face other than part of his nose and the bottom half of his face. But I always daydreamed of what he looked like under the mask. I imagined dark brown eyes that were always reserved, guarding the weight of the universe behind them. Every once in a while, I pictured them as brightening up when he was happy. But that wasn’t very often.

“Did you find more info on that guy with the purple mask? The one that left that gnarly scar on your shoulder?” I asked, leaning my head against his shoulder. 

“No. It’s like the city swallowed him whole. All leads have been a dead end,” he grumbles, taking a large bite of his slice. 

“Loser,” I whisper, momentarily forgetting that I was talking to Nueva York’s greatest hero and not someone who lost on a lottery ticket. 

“What was that?” he snaps, pushing me off his shoulder. I about fall over the pizza box as my crust goes flying for Spiderdog to chase after it, but he was kind enough to wrap an arm around my left shoulder, pulling me back into his side.

“You know what would make this pity party better?” I suddenly chirp, looking up and lightly slapping his cheek. He swats away at my hand. 

“Don’t say tequila.”

“Tequila!” I squeak, jumping off the counter and going to the pantry to fish out my favorite bottle. 

“No, no, you’ve already had your fill. Don’t drink any of that.”

I had barely unscrewed the bottle and had a drop touch my tongue when the bottle disappeared from my hand. Literally. I turned to look over at Spidey who had webbed the bottle to him where he now stood by the kitchen sink, draining my bottle. 

“You’re being a buzzkill! Next time you’re at my window I’m not gonna help you!” 

“Trust me, pretty girl, I’ll live without you patching me up. I’m a fast healer,” He cooly says, raising a hand to keep me from reaching my precious bottle until not a single drop was left. He threw the bottle into the trash and grabbed a glass of water, shoving it into my hands before I could protest.

“Don’t call me pretty girl when you’re wasting my alcohol. It makes it less hard for me to want to hit you,” I snapped before drinking the water, not realizing how thirsty I was. 

“I only say it cause you’re drunk, and you won’t remember me calling you that in the morning,” He murmurs as he puts a hand against my cheek, his thumb stroking my face.

Oh how I wished I was drunk and a complete amnesic the day after when it came to drinking tequila. 

“I’ll remember it,” I hiccuped, really hoping that tonight would be different and I’d remember in the morning. 

And then that got me thinking. He had visited me the day my parents came and said I was a complete drunk crying in the shower. I didn’t remember that. I don’t even remember seeing him that day. I had seen him the day before because I demanded that he come back to look at a nasty cut he had on his back. 

Had I told him something embarrassing? Did I tell him of the crush I had? Had he called me pretty girl before?

Were the feelings mutual?

“Alright, time for bed. You’ve got that hazy look in your eye when you’re on the verge of collapsing,” He says, breaking me out of my overthinking spell. He grabs my shoulder to turn me around and starts to walk me to my bedroom. 

“You said you were here when I was drunk in the shower? I ask, falling onto the couch instead. The couch was the perfect place to crash right now. 

“I was. You refused to get out,” He replies, sitting on my coffee table and grabbing at my leg. 

I completely forget how to breathe as the gloves on his hands disappear and his bare fingers touch my calf. They gently slide down before settling on my ankle. He carefully slips my heel off and tosses it by the food. He does the same with my other heel, but instead of letting go, his fingers run back up my leg and settle behind my knee. 

Oh dear God, please let me remember this in the morning. 

“Did I…say anything? You know, possibly something self-incriminating like-”

“Like what, y/n?” His other hand grabs my other leg, fingers splaying behind my knee and I feel my eyes widen as he pulls me forward. 

I was pulled to the edge of the couch, but with feeling as if I was going to fall off, I grabbed at his thighs to catch myself. He leans forward, and his lips are mere inches away from my own. It was as if I was drinking again, and my mind fogged up again. I glanced down at his lips, and it was at the time that I wished he would take his mask off completely so I could see his eyes. 

“Just…like…like…you’re making it very hard for me to think straight,” I whisper, my hand squeezing at his massive thigh, my gaze flickering to where his eyes would be. I feel myself inching closer, wanting to feel his lips over mine. I could have been imagining it, but I thought I could see his face inching closer as well.

“I don’t think you mentioned that last time. You did confess to not sharing a ham sandwich with Spiderdog when you promised him you would,” he chuckles, his hands slipping away from me as he sits further back on the table. 

Before I could outright ask him if I told him I liked him, I excused myself to the bathroom, mumbling about needing to wash my face before bed. As I closed the bathroom door, I shouted that he was free to go home now that he saw I was alive and okay. Spiderdog was in the shower already asleep with his faint snores. It was his favorite place to sleep in as he was wrapped in his blanket. I had half a mind to wake him up, so I could talk to him about my silly crush and the tension I swear I was feeling between the masked vigilante and I. 

And as I removed my makeup, I began to question if I was imagining it or not.  

Was Spidey normally this touchy? Of course he wasn’t. The man typically kept at least five feet of distance between us and only got close to me when I needed to clean a wound or stitch something up. 

How many times had he touched me tonight? One, two, three, four…ten, Ten times! That surely meant something. 

He also called me pretty girl. I giggle to myself thinking of how cute that was. His usual pet name for me consisted of my full name, despite giving him a list of nicknames I was called in the past. 

He also bought me pizza and came to check up on me. He even waited for me to come home!

These last few times he had visited me, I had also noticed he was nicer. He had lost some of that stiffness in him and even threw a joke out every once in a while. It was also his first time actually waiting for me. In the past, he’d just leave notes whenever he’d visit and I wasn’t there. 

I was not imagining it. 

I should do it tonight. I should tell him I like him and hope he says he likes me back. 

And if he doesn’t…I’ll probably move out of Nueva York and hope we never see each other again because I’d absolutely die of pure embarrassment. But I wasn’t imagining it. He would say he likes me back. 

Wait. I told him he could leave. And now that I thought of it, I didn’t hear any noise coming from outside the bathroom. It was dead silent besides the snores coming from Spiderdog. 

I could just tell him tomorrow. No biggie. 

The alcohol was still running in my veins, making me think I was invincible and wouldn’t chicken out in telling him how I felt. I was invincible. Anyone who knew me thought I was amazing. Besides my family of course, but that's besides the point. I was a great person, and anyone would be lucky to have me.

In brushing my teeth and braiding my hair, I was consumed by the thoughts of how great of a person I was. Scenarios of myself being a hero in the hospital and saving countless lives playing in my head, boosting my ego more than I needed it to. 

I was so lost in my head that I was laughing to myself imagining my supervisor who absolutely despises me groveling at my feet, begging me to share my vast knowledge with him despite only being a new grad nurse. 

“Oh how the tables have turned,” I giggle as I leave the bathroom, ready to go to bed and think of these scenarios until I fall asleep. 

A sharp inhale made me freeze mid-step. I slowly turned my head, and hoped it was a ghost. 

No. It was Spiderman, still in my apartment. 

“I thought you left,” I immediately say, putting an arm across my chest and the other around my waist as a poor attempt to cover myself up. 

“What are you wearing?” He bites out, taking a step towards me but stopping himself near the couch. 

I blink twice and look down, smiling at my choice of underwear as I remember why I bought the dark blue lacy bralette and matching panties in the first place. I snapped one of the crisscross straps that was over my chest.

“Isn’t it cute? I chirp, forgetting why I was covering up in the first place. I do a small spin and nearly topple over in the process. “I bought it last week. The color reminded me of your suit.”

I looked back up at him, and he had gotten closer. So much closer. I could reach my hand out and touch his chest if I wanted. And then my hands look at his hands, and he has the blanket I lay on the couch. 

“It’s cold. Cover up, or you’re gonna get sick,” He gruffly replies, stepping closer to wrap the blanket around my shoulders. 

Having him so close, I remembered what I was going to do. I was going to tell him how I felt!

“Spidey, I have something to tell you!” I blurt out, trying to shrug out of the blanket he had wrapped around me. His hands are still on my shoulders, refusing to let me out of the cover. 

I could do this. I could do this. I could absolutely do this. 

“Y/n I have to go. Something came up downtown, and I have to-”

No, no, no! If I didn’t say it now, I wouldn’t say it ever. But the words wouldn’t come out as he continued to tell me he had to leave. This was my only chance. It was now or never. 

But I don’t say anything. I take a step forward, stand on my toes and grab his neck to crash his lips onto mine. 

He doesn’t reciprocate the kiss. He is absolutely frozen in place.

I overstepped. I wasn’t just stupid, but I was delusional too. 

I just ruined our friendship. 

I move back, my brain filled with panic now. Tequila was a bitch, and I am forever going to swear her off for the rest of my life. 

“I shouldn’t have- I’m so-”

The blanket falls onto the ground and his arms wrap around my waist, crushing me to his chest as he kisses me. My arms go around his neck as I press against him, feeling his heart wildly hammering in his chest. 

It’s messy. Sloppy. We’re both starved of touch from each other. 

My lips part, and he takes full advantage to slide his tongue inside. I let out a moan, and he

crashes us into the wall behind us, one of his hands leaving my waist to brace us against the wall. I hear a picture frame fall onto the ground and shatter, but I quite frankly could not give a damn. I angle my head to deepen the kiss as I run my nails down the front of his suit. 

I wanted to touch him. Not the suit. But his skin. I wanted him. I wanted to feel him bare as I was. 

I feel him pull away from me, and I break the kiss to whimper out in protest. But they grab hold of my thighs to lift me up. I wrap my legs around his waist and pull him back to me, but he dodges. He plants sloppy kisses down my jaw and the side of my neck, sucking and biting a trail. I was very aware of every part of his body that touched me, and I felt like I was on fire. Each kiss that went down my neck set me on fire. Every cell in my body buzzed with excitement and when his fangs grazed against my collarbone, I felt like I was in a state of euphoria. 

“You bought this,” he snaps the strap of my bra with his finger, “because it matched my suit. Were you ever going to show me or was it going to be your little secret?”

“I also have it in red if you want to see it,” I gasped, completely drunk off the feel of him. 

“Dios, me vas a matar (God, you’re going to kill me),” he groans, biting my shoulder making me cry out. 

“Tu me vas a matar (You’re going to kill me),” I murmur, pushing against his shoulders so I can see him. His hold on me slackens, likely thinking I wanted him to stop. But I lean forward and bite at his lip.

He lets out a husky groan and I feel my eyes roll to the back of my head. I loved it when men moaned. 

“You’re better than the taste of tequila,” I say. 

That causes him to freeze. 

“You’re drunk. You’re not thinking straight,” He sighs, his grip loosening on me again. 

Oh, no. Why did I say that? Oh yeah. Because I was drunk and had no filter. 

But right now, with the feeling of him so close to me and knowing that he wanted me just as much as I wanted him, I was completely sober. 

“I’m fine. I have a clear head,” I protest as my hand presses against his chest. 

“I want you sober. No alcohol in your system. No chance of you regretting anything.”

That was actually very sweet, and I’d be kicking my feet and squealing if I read that in a book. 

I grab at his face to force him to look at me. “Do you think I’d regret anything with you?” 

He doesn’t respond. 

I press a quick kiss to his lips before wrapping my arms around him to pull him into a hug, my lips right by his ear. 

“Since I’ve met you, I dream about you. I dream about what you look like under that mask. I dream about what it’d feel like to be under you, hearing your moans in my ear. I dream about having you here other than when you’re hurt. Why do you think I always leave the window open even when it rains? Even when I’m not home. Me gusta tenerte aquí. (I like having you here) I like you, Spidey. Me encantas. (I’m crazy about you)”

To add to the cherry on top, I bite on his earlobe before looking back at him. His hands squeeze my thighs, and I feel him press closer against me.  

“I love it when you speak Spanish. It drives me insane hearing you talk,” He groans, pressing a kiss against my forehead. I unwrap my legs around his waist, and he sets me down, his hands running up my thighs to my waist before completely stepping away from me. 

“I scream better in Spanish, but since you’re such a gentleman, you’re not gonna hear it tonight. Maybe I’ll get lucky with you in my dreams,” I dreamily sigh, already walking to my bedroom. I add an extra little sway to my hips and turn my head to see Spidey looking exactly where I wanted him to. 

“You’re making it hard to say no to you and keep to it.”

“Red is more my color. I expect a more…animalistic response when I wear the red set for you,” I reply, sliding my bra strap down as I stand at the doorway to my room. I bite my lip as I innocently stare at him. 

“Y/n,” He warns. But he was already walking towards me as I moved deeper into my room. He stops himself at the doorway, following my every movement. 

Damn his gentleman behavior. 

“Open invitation to the other half of my bed. I promise no funny business until I’m sober. Only rule is I want the suit off. Mask too,” I say as I slip under the covers and pat the pillow to the right of me. 

I prop myself up on my elbows and watch him. He had turned off the lights in the living room and kitchen, but the red neon sign across the street that peaked through my blinds gave me enough light to see his silhouette.

Part of me had expected him to say no and tell me he’d leave me to sleep on my own, per his gentleman behavior. The other part had hoped he’d say yes. I’d absolutely not keep my hands to myself and would probably use him as a pillow, but that’s as far as I’d go. 

He steps farther into the room, closing my bedroom door. 

There’s a faint light on his body as his suit comes off. The red light allows me faintly see the hard contours of his body. A body I’d seen countless times bleeding on my couch as I helped him. A body that I was dying to get a taste of. 

Then the light appears on his face, and I hold my breath in anticipation as he climbs into bed with me. 

With no mask. 

I am absolutely giddy at the thought of him without a mask as I turn to face him. I was tempted to lean over him to turn on the lamp to see what he looks like. To see what those eyes that I had dreamed about looked like. 

Almost as if reading my mind, he grabs my hand and brings it up to his face. I touched soft thick hair that I had half a mind to pull as I kissed him senseless. But no funny business. 

My fingers graze down his eyebrows, thick and slightly furrowed. They went over his closed eyes, and I felt long curled eyelashes. Prominent cheekbones. Sharp jaw. A prominent nose with a slight bump in the middle of it. Full lips. Smooth skin. 

“What color are your eyes?” I ask, scooting closer towards him I felt our thighs touch. 

He stays silent before answering my question. 

“They were brown at first, and then after everything that happened…they became red,”

I sit and tower over him. I hold his face in my hands, trying to get a look at these alleged red eyes. I’m right up against his face and squint my eyes, but I see no color. 

“You’re not gonna see anything right now,” he chuckles, and I roll my eyes. 

I lay back down but still face him, my fingers now skimming across his broad chest. I feel the goosebumps rise on his skin before he catches my hand, lacing our fingers together. 

“Fine. I’ll just wait until tomorrow.”

With a slight pull, Spidey rolls me partially on top of him. My head rests against his chest as he rests my hand near his shoulder. He then grabs my thigh and hooks my leg over his, leaving his right hand near the curve of my butt. His left arm wraps around me and his fingers gently tease my arm. 

“You’re not being a gentleman if that hand on my butt moves any further,” I murmur, hearing the faint beat of his heart. 

“You’ll sleep better, trust me,” he says, placing a kiss on the top of my head as he lightly slaps my butt. I slap at his chest, and he vibrates with a low chuckle. 

“Whatever. Goodnight, Spidey,” I say, the steady beat of his heart already making my eyelids feel heavy with sleep. 

“Goodnight, y/n.”

I’m not sure if it was only a few minutes or if I had already been asleep, but a sudden thought pops up into my groggy mind. I had to tell him before I forgot. 

“Spidey.”

“Hmm?”

“I forgot to mention earlier that I want you to fuck my brains out when I’m sober.”

“Jesus, y/n. You’re half asleep thinking about that,” Spidey mumbles, his breath fanning my face. A tired laugh escapes me as I snuggle deeper into his side. 

And then I wasn’t sure if I was dreaming or not, but I could hear him calling my name.

“What?” I ask, moving my head slightly to peer up at him. 

“Miguel, my name. So you can scream it out in Spanish when I fuck your brains out, and you’re sober.”

“Mm, Miguel,” I murmur, already falling back asleep.

[lonelysucker7]

WIP of Ben Reilly fanfic

Chapter #???

Not an official chapter as it needs so, so much editing and adding but it’s an idea. This is a sample of a fic I am working separately, but nevertheless does have some tags to be mindful of. I wanted to share this for fun!! Not proofread. Consider it an unofficial one-shot. This is a part, like a middle chunk of the plot. Also the characterization is VERY different like—not accurate. At all.

Warnings: Suggestive content (Ben gets a🦴, but it’s super brief), angst, still counts as sfw but you lemme know

Pairing: atsv!Ben Reilly x gn!reader (or readers pronouns not specified)

Word count: 2.2k

Enjoy!

“W-we can’t do this… not out here,” Ben mumbled against your mouth as you kept attacking him with your kisses. Your hands were pressed on his chest, gripping the material of his sweater to maintain yourself close to him. You glanced at him with a teasing grin.

“Why not? What’s stopping you?” You whispered hoarsely. You felt Ben’s hands clumsily grabbing your waist, squeezing it with his finger tips. His lips moved against yours as he mumbled again

“I just don’t want anyone to see us. Even worse Miguel y’know? You probably don’t know this but he keeps…he keeps an eye on all the Spiders through a monitor. Hell, he’s probably seeing us doing, uh, this.” Nervously his eyes darted around past you where the corner peaked to the exit.

You tense up for a second, slowly pulling away from the kiss. Meeting where his eyes moved, you crane your neck back to face the top corner of a hallway. No doubt a camera with blinking red lights was faced towards your not so discreet corner.

“The hell?” You muttered, a tinge of confusion laced into them.

As you returned your shocked gaze at him, Ben smiled apologetically and the tips of his ears were blooming red.

“Must have slipped from my mind.” His smile faltered once you retracted your hands off his chest.

“Sure. That’s a classic Parker move. Excuses.” You muttered as you put a distance between you two.

“Wait, noo, come back…” he whined a little.

Oof. Your words stabbed him hard. His hand reached out for you already missing the warmth of your body but he pulled back.

“Cool it down, you horn dog,” he scolded himself, shaking a fist near his side. He noticed you shoot a curious glance at him, your eyes moving up from his face to his lap. Ben’s face reddened as he shoved the hem of his hoodie downwards with a pout. A hot minute passed both of you in silence, an awkward shift in the air rising. His eyes drooped to the floor with a guilt growing immensely in his chest.

“I’m sorry…” he began slowly as he gazed up at you. He didn’t like seeing you this annoyed.

Hoo boy, this one was on him. Ben noticed how your shoulders scrunched a bit down and sensed your embarrassment. Making you feel bad right now was something he was going to regret his whole life that’s for sure. Pushing himself away from the wall, he moved to place a free hand on your shoulder and putting on a slight grin, he broke the silence and said lightly

“Hey, hey babe, s’okay. You’re still getting to know this place a little better and I’m at fault not telling you in the first place.” He paused for a minute letting his words sink down. He sighed.

“I should’ve warned you what Miguel might be capable of. Leaving you out of the blue like this… must be very uncomfortable for you.”

“No shit Sherlock. I feel icky now just thinking about those cameras.” You grumbled, eyeing the cameras suspicious. Ben laughs.

“I’ve complained about those too, but Miguel says we need them in case fights break out. Security reasons.”

You can’t help but shake your head with a joking smirk.

“Nah. Maybe Miguel’s secretly a pervert. And maybe he says that just to cover up his real intentions. It’s possible.” You theorize with a snicker. Ben nods with a slight agreement and a smirk of his own.

“He’s… Well you know what? I think you’re onto something.” Ben relinquished the smile that grew on your face again along with the sound of your chuckle. That smile was going to end him. You turned to him, traces of your annoyance already gone. A chill runs down his spine as you run a hand through his blond locks, grazing your nails against his scalp.

“Then I guess you’ll take this to heart and tell me everything I don’t know next time?” You spoke expectantly alongside a tender smile.

Ben’s shivers against your hand, titling his head back as closes his eyes. He nods a ‘yes’, but something in the back of his mind whispers out the opposite.

Not…everything.

“Sure, babe. Everything.” He watches your hand move around his face, tracing with the tips of your fingers on his cheekbones down to his bottom lip. He leans forward pressing them more on his lip as his eyes narrow as they bore into yours. His cocky grin emerges.

“You have all your right to say ‘no’ to this but… do…do you want us to continue this somewhere private?” Ben teased with a glint of hope in his tone. For a second you appeared wanting to accept that offer, though it shifted to a look of uncertainty. Ben didn’t have to ask twice to know his answer. And he already accepted beforehand.

“I’m going to say ‘no’ for now. I just feel a little weird after that revelation. Next time okay?” You whispered. Ben’s lips slightly quirk down in disappointment, but he still nodded in understanding. He replied a little breathless.

“Another day, yeah, don’t worry. Again I’m so sorry for not telling you.”

“You’re forgiven. For now…” You wrapped your arms around Ben’s neck, moving to brush your lips against his.

“…Just make it up to me with a kiss.”

His pupils dilated, his breath coming to a stop.

“Oh my god, hell yeah…” he grinned excitedly.

With his biceps locking onto your waist he swept your body up off the floor, enjoying the closeness you two shared once again. His lips crashed into yours devouring your sweet taste, blood rushing to his ears listening to the sounds of your ragged breathing. Your hands grabbed a fistful of his hair from behind causing a rumble from his chest to be felt. He in return nipped your bottom lip between his teeth and pulled you closer.

“You’re putting a lot more effort into this than you were supposed to,” you huskily commented, pulling away an inch. A pleased expression was evident in Ben’s eyes, and he shrugged with a smirk.

“What can I say? It fits my appeal.” He snickers as you smack his shoulder, and you tug the strings of his hoodie.

“Come on, enough joking.” You were about to kiss him again, when suddenly the static noise of your wrist startled you both. Your watch beamed to life and there appeared a holographic form of Jess.

In a quick rush, Ben dropped you accidentally to the ground and your bum landed on the hard concrete. You scrambled to your feet, swatting away Ben’s hands as he tried dusting off your suit.

Jess, not seeming to notice, kept her eyes focused on a pad monitor in her hand, an impatient frown on her lips. Without looking up she spoke your name in a stern tone.

“I need you to report to the main lobby. There's something we need to discuss. Be here in five.” You cleared your throat and nodded.

“Right away.” Jess flickers off your wrist, leaving you and Ben alone. You quickly grab Ben’s hand and squeeze it lightly, both sharing an eye contact of intimacy.

“We’re not done yet.” You warned Ben with a sly grin pointing at him as you backed away out the corner. Ben followed you to a stop, watching you hastily run down the corridor out to the exit. He longingly looks after your figure, his mind wandering off a bit until his attention is called by the snapping of Jess’s fingers.

Now her holographic form appeared out of his wrist and he backed away into the semi dark corner again.

“What now?” He huffed, crossing his arms.

Jess raises an eyebrow at him. She shook her head, while placing her hands on her hips.

“I’m not your mother, but let me just tell you once: Keep it in your pants. Not to mention, since when are you doing these things in public?”

Ben scoffs, looking away from her blunt stare.

“I wouldn’t say it’s my first time, but that’s not the point. But Jess, come on, we were just feeling it at that moment! Promise we’ll do it in private next time. And do you find me incapable of not wearing protection?! Come on, if I’m a clone of Peter Parker I got his brains for a thought.”

“And I’m sure you knew either way the wrong place to do that is here. You’re lucky Miguel isn’t looking at the cameras at the moment.” She scolded in a very motherly way. And he felt that vibrancy coming out of her making him feel very much like a child needing supervision.

Ben rolled his eyes, uncrossing his arms as he began to pace around Jess’ hologram.

“He’s gotta get called out too at some point. Staring at the cameras like a creep.” He argued at that last part, and Jess doesn’t correct him on that. She probably felt the same way, but was stubborn not to admit it. Jess clicks her tongue a little, looking at Ben with an uneasy look.

“You know he’s needs to be extra careful with their presence around, right?”

Ben stopped in his tracks, his back facing Jess. His breathing stills as his fists clenched by his sides. He grits out.

“I think the word you’re looking for is ‘paranoid.’

Jess sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose as she closes her eyes. Once she opens them, she notices Ben’s forehead pressing against the wall, his back tensed up. She approaches him quietly the static noise of her hologram fizzing with each step.

“Ben… I’m just gonna say this one time. I hope I don't repeat myself again. Don’t give them ideas you two can be something.” Her tone sounded apologetic. “It’s dangerous.”

Ben doesn’t respond. He pulls away from the wall, and leans back on it instead. A deadpan stare on his face is shown as he mindlessly picks the lint off his hoodie. Between his fingers he rubs the blue lint and flicks it off camera, before telling Jess in a rather cold tone

“It’s just a fling. They don't mean anything to me.”

His words sent a chill down Jess’ spine, causing her eyes to widen a tinge but her calm facade remained intact. She sighed again in disbelief, shaking her head. Hurried footsteps started to hear on her end. That must have been you. Jess glanced at Ben one more time, and she murmurs

“You’re not a very good liar, Ben…”

With that she cut off. And Ben remained standing, an inner turmoil in his soul clashing one by one. He leaned his head against the wall behind him, moving a hand across his tired face resting it against his mouth. He breathed in it slightly.

“I am a bad liar.” He mumbled. Pushing away from the wall, he began to walk away feeling empty now, lost without a purpose.

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12/22/23

Thank you for reading!

As I have mentioned, I will not write for smut but I make an exception for some suggestive content.

And yes, I love angst. You could already kinda see it hinted here. And I need to reallly focus on Ben’s character too and get a vibe of how he talks. He and his bro are a fun challenge to write 😮‍💨

I do want more Ben and Jess bantering in the next film. It’s such an underrated interaction (like that one deleted scene). I love their characters so much 😭

I think I may have gotten the whole hologram thing here wrong as I tried watching the movie back for reference and I can’t quite get the size proportions right bahaha 🤣 (it’s likely inaccurate.)

There’s a part of me that really wants to do discuss already the Ben is the anomaly thing and I know I’m not there yet. Let’s get to it one day 😔.

So yeah, this fic doesn’t have a title yet, but the details will come much more in the future.

Edit 9/9/24: I’m like low key embarrassed about this WIP because I’m not doing justice to Ben’s character, or like THIS is what I’m presenting my like for Ben?? He needs deep thinking and stuff. Like I know what I was thinking back then, but honestly I need to step up my game for him.

—LonelySucker7

[queen-of-my-goofball-army]

"Divinity... one moment. Miguel, you know that little voice that tells you to quit while you're ahead? You don't have one!

Well, I'm sorry I just got carried away!

Way away!" (The Road To El Dorado, my favorite Dreamworks movie of all time.)

Hoo boy, you want to talk about movies that make my day better every time I watch them? This is my go to of these three movies that I've talked about today that I rewatch on days when I just want to give up all together. Everyone has a favorite Dreamworks movie, I have two. Those two are El Dorado and Megamind. In the end though, I will always consider this one my favorite because of the nostalgic value that it carries.

Throughout much of my childhood when I was at home sick this movie was playing in the background. It follows two best friends that are con artists, Miguel and my favorite Tulio, as the pull off the greatest con of their lives together. Through trails and tribulations, they learn that the most important thing isn't the gold or the glory, it's the friendships that last a lifetime.

Every time I rewatch this movie with my mom it becomes a competition to see who cracks first. If I haven't cracked already by the time that we get to line that I used for this edit than she does. This is another movie that my dad can't stand. He hates it because he's had to see it with me so many times when I was home sick and he had to listen to it while he did his homework. I could quote this movie for literally hours. There's a hilarious story about an eight year old me at the store with my dad where I kept saying "Your horse bit me on the butt!" over and over again as I was walking behind him. Even though he doesn't enjoy it though he still rewatches it with me whenever he walks in on me watching it.

The adventures of Miguel and Tulio have also greatly impacted the way that I write for relationships. Whenever I try to write an OC x canon pairing I try to figure out which one is the Miguel and which on is the Tulio in the duo. They were one of the first times that I ever remember thinking to myself that I loved that relationship dynamic of the sunshine big eyed dreamer one and the overly exhausted grumpy one. It has made a huge impact on the way that I want a relationship in the future as well. Most of the time when I think about the type of partner that I want in the future it's an idealistic goofball. I love their bond and banter between the two of them. That is what makes me keep coming back to watch this movie. It's message of friendship is the most important thing no matter what always makes me cry no matter what.

[el-diario-de-salem]

RED HOOD THE OUTLAW #32 (Fangirleo in spanish)

                         😎  Jason Todd Defense Squad Hispan 😎

wELL.. WELL AMIGUES! este es el capitulo me dejo shook! ! ES QUE DIBUJARON A JASON TAN... BONITO JAJAJAJAJA es ahora un ser de luz!!

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA ES TAN HERMOSO ESTE SUJETO!! NO PUEDO CREEEERLOOOOO JASON TODD ESTA LEGALMENTE VIVOOO DIO MIO! ESTOY SHOOK!  peRO..  PERO.. se supone que Jay estuvo en Arkham... ¿De casualidad no sabían su identidad secreta o algo? o los Dr. de arkham no lo reconocen... 🤔.... PODEMOS HABLAR DE MIGUEL SIENDO EL ASISTENTE DE JAY!! jajaja amo su look!! amo a Miguel en general XD ❤. no tiene nada que ver pero me gusta el arete de la reportera, quiero uno igual, ¿Las estrellas son parte del arete? o solo son brishitos?

JAJAJAJAAJJAJA... no puedo.. JAJAJAJAJAJAJA ALFRED! JAJAJAJAJA por favor díganme que no fui la única que murió con su reacción, te amamos Alfred

Esto.... me trae demasiados recuerdos, 😭 esta es mi unpopular opinion: me gustaba mas el primer equipo, no es nada contra Artemis o Bizarro, pero... no se, sentía su amistad menos forzada, y me gustaba RoyxKory jejejex

Me parece genial que las Sister Su estén colaborando... o sea es como que también son parte de los Outlaws? jajajajaja.... QUIEN DEMONIOS ES WINGMAN!?  ALGUNA VEZ NOS VAN A DECIR QUE CHINGA2 CON ESTE SUJETO!? A un que me parece gracioso que Jason ni se molesto en preguntar.

Ay amigue no los compares :,( ambos son cool, JAJAJA dud! solo vean ese sombreado en su rostro! algo esta planeaaandooooo!!!

Amo como se ve el contraste de que en una pagina ambos están usando trajes todos elegantosos, y en la otra están en sus trajes weirdos X,D(ow el perruuu) 

:V ¿Acaba de romper la cuarta pared? ¿Se abra dado cuenta de los reboots de verdad verdad?

LeL ya parece todo un maestro del crimen

😂😂 

... 😂😂😂😂

.... Usted es malvado.... PERO AAAAAAAAAAAAh!!!!! puso Bruce en una encrusijaaaaaadaaaaaa SE LA METIOOOOO JAJAJAJAJAJAJAJA perdón por mi vulgaridad, pero tenia que sacarlo de mi sistema

QUE ESTA PASANDA DOCTOR GARCIAAAAAA?... Saltense esta parte si gustan... voy a analizar esta bellisima obra de arte: Podemos ver al imponente y corpulento Batman siendo amenazado por un sujeto mas bajito que el (Cuanto mide Bruce? En su bati traje incluye tacones? se supone que canonicamente Jason mide como 1:88 pero este wey le saca como media cabeza) Aparte como lo logra? Jason en este panel se ve.. tierno jajajajajaja amenazantemente tierno! no es la esencia de red hood... pero igual lo tomo, es mas denme 20, YO MISMA LE PONGO LAS ESPOSAS

Par kha!? por que siento ese “Dad” lleno de veneno! o sera nostalgia? AaAaAaAaAaAaAaAaAaAah no se si reir o llorar, a si que solo voy a Fangirlear.... Es que... no.. Con esta conversación veo cada vez mas lejos que sean una batifamilia again... ¿Soy la única que piensa que Jason esta distinto? o sea es obvio que trama algo, PERO QUE ES? por que parece que se volvio mas frio? SI SALEN CON LO DE LA PERSEPCION DE WILLIS VOY A MORIIIIR! por que dejo de buscar a Artemis y a Bizz? y si vuelven y piensan que los reemplazo or something? y se dan cuenta que cambio o piensan que cambio? y se hace una guerra entre antiguos outlaws vs los nuevos? por que no mencionan a Damian apuñalando a Jason y la caja?

Estoy buscandole 6 píes al gato de nuevo!? Si.. probablemente

Perdón que me intensee tanto pero... solo vean el sombreado en su cara! esta planeaaando algooo! Es como que al principio de red hoos and the outlaws rebirth se baso mas en desarrollar a Jason y ahora como que estan sacandole una nueva faceta a red hood, mira no se que este pasanda, pero me gusta (el Cobbelpot se lo merecía) 😌👌

[pwchronicle]

Impact Wrestling TV Taping Report May 3rd in Philadelphia, PA

 I decided to see Impact Wrestling (the former Total Nonstop Action) live and in person Friday night for the first time in years, giving them a shot based on a lot of the talent they’ve been building around. My live TNA experiences have consisted of a big house show in the summer of 2006 in what was then the New Alhambra Arena, Lockdown 2009, and Bound For Glory 2011. Those last two were in the Liacouras Center, and I only attended those because my Up North Radio colleagues decided to make a thing of it, so I was with plenty of friends. Friday was the first of two nights at the 2300 Arena to tape matches for TV. Doors opened around 7 PM when they were supposed to open at 6. There were a couple meet & greets (Madison Rayne, LAX and Konnan), but no merchandise in sight. The ring announcer was also unseen, just a voice booming within the building. They also brought out risers for the first time in forever to set up across from the hard camera. Not a full crowd, but it was a good size, and they were loud throughout most of the night.

I should note that I barely follow Impact and watch it even less, so apologies if I don’t know the names of every move.

Josh Mathews and Don Callis came out after previously being out to check on things. I recognized two of the four refs as Brandon Tolle (EVOLVE) and Kris Levin (GCW and Chikara). The first two matches were taped for Xplosion.

1. The Rascalz (Wentz & Trey) beat oVe (Jake & Dave Crist) when Dave was pinned after a meteora from Trey [Miguel] and a swanton from [Zachary] Wentz. A considerably hotter opener for a TV taping than the dark matches I’ve seen before ROH TV tapings. A lot of fun fast-paced action between four guys that know each other very well, beginning with the Rascalz hitting dives onto the Crists.

- They always played music in between the matches, and the invisible ring announcer would always talk to hype up the crowd before a match started.

2. Cousin Jake beat Wrecking Ball Legursky with a sidewalk slam. I know Jake better as out-of-focus Bruiser Brody on Viceland, and I thought he looked solid. Legursky was an Earthquake-type without being as heavy-set. This went longer than I thought it would.

- Matches for Impact started here, with several women coming out for a battle royal, some of them at the end likely to be highlighted on the actual show.

3. Glenn Gilbertti won a Knockouts Battle Royal over Tessa Blanchard, Madison Rayne, Jordynne Grace, Scarlett Bordeaux, Kiera Hogan, Alisha Edwards, Solo Darling, Tasha Steelz, Ashley Vox, and Karissa Rivera. Gilbertti was the last wrestler out, and he talked down to the ten women as the crowd chanted at him to shut the fuck up. No language warnings given to the crowd before hand. The bell rang, the ten women put the boots to him, and he slid out and joined in on commentary for the rest of it. The four freelance wrestlers (including Chikara regulars Darling and Vox) were all eliminated first and waited around ringside in heaps. Then Blanchard lifted up Edwards above her head, and the four eliminated women conveniently grouped up together to catch her on the floor for her elimination. It took two women to eliminate Grace. Taya Valkyrie ran out to beat up Rayne on the floor, then tossed her back in the ring so that she could be properly eliminated. Down to three, they all hit big moves on one another. Hogan eliminated Bordeaux with a clothesline. Hogan and Blanchard fought on the apron, with Blanchard eliminating her to seemingly win the match. Then Gilbertti slid back into the ring, clotheslined Blanchard, and tossed her over the top to actually win. Big heat for this finish as Blanchard angrily went after Gilbertii to the back.

4. Rosemary beat Su Yung in a Demon Collar Match with an F-5. Solid brawl between these two scary women, chained together by their necks. They both blew mist into the air before getting started. Rosemary was able to fight out of Yung’s mandible claw move. Rosemary also dodged Yung’s red mist. The detached from Yung’s collar, but it didn’t matter so much at this point. Yung was hit by Rosemary’s green mist as she came off the top, then Rosemary hit her with a spear and her finisher to win it. Rosemary then put her chained collar on Yung and grabbed a tight hold of the chain, hauling Yung on her back like a bounty hunter bringing in an outlaw. The fans got behind this and were high on both women, especially Rosemary.

5. Mad Man Fulton (w/ Sami Callihan) beat Randy Shawn with a tilt-a-whirl into End of Days. Total squash match. Fulton came to the ring with Callihan riding on his shoulders. Fulton hit his smaller opponent with three chokeslams before finishing him off, then continued attacking him afterward until Callihan pulled him off.

6. Killer Kross beat Eddie Edwards with a backdrop driver. Hard-fought match between these two, with Edwards still coming off as a strong wrestler underneath his brawly-brawl-brawl gimmick. The end came when Edwards got a hold of his kendo stick (Kenny?) that Kross had stolen from him, but whiffed on his attempt on hitting Kross with it.

- Kross put down Edwards with a head kick after picking up the win, and then he zip-tied Edwards to the middle rope. He put on gloves and looked to hit Edwards with the stick, and Edwards was ready for it. Instead, Kross paused before striking him and broke the stick in half, much to Edwards’ dismay. Kross laid the two halves of the stick and his gloves in front of a distraught Edwards and bowed to him, then scared off the ref (Tolle) with the broken stick and left with it, leaving Edwards to be freed by the ref.

7. Rich Swann beat Michael Elgin via disqualification. Swann is the Impact X-Division Champion, and I assume this match was non-title, and... hoo boy. Swann has had his personal issues that seem to have mellowed, and I’ve mellowed my attitude towards him too. The reputation Elgin has garnered still bothers me, and I was pretty bothered that Impact decided to bring him in. This exact match happening a year and a half ago would have been my ground zero for disdain. So I was already uneasy with it. Oh, and I should also mention at this half-way point of the show that there were a couple of drunks standing behind my seat, shouting really dumb stuff at the top of their lungs (especially during the women’s matches). So my general uneasiness with the match coupled with two assholes drilling their bullshit into my head led me to getting up for a snack break and hanging back. For what it’s worth, this match received maybe the hottest reactions up to this point. They were given a lot of time and did a lot of big moves for believable nearfalls. The end came when both were on the floor, and Elgin powerbombed Swann into the ringpost. The ref (Levin) warned Elgin to get back inside, and Elgin shoved him to the ground. He gave Swann another powerbomb into the ring post, and the ref called for the bell.

- Elgin looked to finish off Swann in the ring with an Elgin Bomb when Willie Mack ran in to make the save. After taking Elgin down, Johnny Impact ran in and laid out Mack. The two babyfaces down, Johnny and Elgin acknowledged one another before Johnny returned to the back. This led into intermission. Still no merchandise available. These were the only appearances of Johnny Impact and Willie Mack during the night.

8. Sami Callihan beat Fallah Bahh (w/ Scarlett Bordeaux) with a slingshot piledriver and his feet on the ropes during the pin. A longer match than I thought it would be. I saw how beloved Bahh was in his native WrestlePro over WrestleMania Week, and he was pretty popular here, so I guess he’s doing well in Impact. Since Bahh wrestles barefoot, Callihan focused some offense on his feet, including biting them. Late in the match, Bahh was going for a Banzai Drop in the corner when Dave Crist distracted the ref and Jake Crist knocked Bahh out of the corner. Bordeaux stood up to them, avoided getting a superkick from one of them, and then dove onto both of them off the apron. Then he opened the ropes so that Bahh could take them out with a tope. The match still continued a little longer before this. Better than expected.

- By this point, I realized that if I can just stand in the spot behind my seat where the drunks were standing, the drunks wouldn’t return. This pretty much worked.

9. Taya Valkyrie beat Madison Rayne to retain the Impact Knockouts Championship with a Glam Slam. The crowd was largely cold to this match, leading Tara to shout out to us, “Are you not entertained?” Taya worked Rayne over a lot, Rayne got some hope spots, and then Taya avoided Rayne’s finisher by holding onto the ref.

- As Valkyrie celebrated afterward, out came Rosemary. She was still leading around Su Yung on a chain like a leash, fastened the chain to the ring post so that Yung couldn’t escape, and put her focus on Taya, intimating that she’s coming for her title. Taya backed off and left. Rosemary got a great reception from the crowd during all of this.

10. LAX (Santana & Ortiz w/ Konnan) beat The North (Ethan Page & Josh Alexander) to retain the Impact World Tag Team Championships after they hit Alexander with a double-team flipping facebuster move. Online advertising I saw said it would be LAX vs. Swann & Mack, and while I wouldn’t have been balked at that match, I thought this match happening instead was a very pleasant surprise, and I wasn’t disappointed. It didn’t seem to last very long, but they packed a lot of double-team action into it, ending when they were able to isolate Alexander. All four guys were over, as was Konnan, who was basically a non-factor in the match.

11. Glenn Gilbertti vs. Ashley Vox went to a presumed No Contest. Gilbertti still had massive heat with the crowd from earlier in the night. He took a mic and said this was a public exhibition. After Vox made her entrance (big night for her!), Gilbertti asked for her name and how long she has been wrestling. She said four years. Gilbertti asked if she was dating any of the guys in the back, thinking that would be the only reason she would be here. The match started with Gilbertti taking a cheap shot and taking Vox down with a side headlock, still holding onto the mic to talk to the crowd. I always think back to Jerry Lawler doing this a few times in the mid 90s. He let up on the headlock and began cutting a promo to the hard cam on Scarlett Bordeaux, when Vox surprised him with a schoolgirl rollup for a nearfall. Gilbertti hit her with his Chart Buster finisher, but pulled her up from the pin. He looked to hit it a second time when Tessa Blanchard ran out, causing Gilbertti to quickly bail. Blanchard had the refs check on Vox.

12. Dez won an X-Division 4-Way over Petey Williams, Ace Austin, and Rohit Raju (w/ Gama Singh) when he pinned Raju following a running backflip kick. Singh came out first, talking briefly about the “EWC Arena,” bringing up names like Eddie Guerrero, Tommy Dreamer, and Rob Van Dam, and how his boys, the Desi Hit Squad, could have taken them all on. He introduced Raju, then Williams, Austin, and Dez[mond Xavier] each came out to strong reactions, with Wentz and Trey giving last minute support to Dez before heading to the back. More fun, fast-paced action, with Austin getting the biggest showcase of the four of them... until Williams took him out with a Canadian Destroyer. Williams went to hit Dez with one, but Raju stopped it with a doublestomp off the top to Williams’ back. The finish came up quickly after this. Dez and Williams shook hands afterward.

13. Rob Van Dam beat Tommy Dreamer with a Five Star Frog Splash. The return of RVD to Impact has led to the return of RVD’s dumb music from his band. RVD largely looks the same, just slightly older in the face. ECW nostalgia still runs wild, especially for what I assume were a lot of fans that have rarely or never been to this building. The crowd couldn’t believe their luck, as they were immensely hot for both guys as they did very little to start. The action picked up when Dreamer took RVD to the floor and spit water at him. A chair was introduced, leading to a lot of their greatest hits. Dreamer was able to hit RVD with a piledriver, and RVD was able to sell it by bouncing off the ring upon impact. When RVD hit his frog splash, he was able to get an impressive amount of distance on it.

- The two of them showed respect to one another after the match, but then The North ran back out and attacked them. RVD and Dreamer were able to fight off Page and Alexander, but then Moose ran out for the man advantage. Then the arena went dark to everyone’s delight, and sure enough Sabu appeared when the lights came back on, accompanied by Melissa Coates as his genie valet and a few chairs. She handed chairs to Sabu as he threw them at Page and Alexander’s heads to take him out, then he threw a chair to RVD so that he could hit Moose with a Van Daminator. The three ECW originals and Coates posed in the ring together, and then at the top of the entrance ramp, to close the show and send the crowd home happy.

Overall, I thought this was a show of peaks and valleys, and peaks within valleys, so I was left mostly cold to this show. A number of wrestlers on the card I enjoyed, interspersed with some I don’t and some segments that didn’t click for me. Some of the matches I liked the most I hoped would go longer, while a match I wasn’t looking forward to received a lot of time and is likely a TV main event. It’s nice seeing Rosemary and some of the other women getting a big showcase, and I’m hoping the angle with Gilbertti will have a nice payoff. I’ve had my fill of ECW nostalgia after my friend’s documentary was released. Surprisingly little of Johnny Impact here, and maybe not so surprisingly, nothing from the (likely very busy) Lucha Brothers. I only felt like going to the Friday taping, with no intention for the Saturday taping.

They announced that they will be back on June 8 with an Impact Plus special, with Great Muta the focus of the advertising. Based on who else I hear will show up (Lucha Brothers hopefully?), I might give them a shot. Otherwise, my live wrestling schedule for the summer so far is very eclectic.

[dcmultiverse]

First look of the original DC animated film 'Teen Titans: Judas Contract,' which will feature popular villain Deathstroke.

Christina Ricci and Miguel Ferrer are voice-starring in Teen Titans: The Judas Contract, the long-awaited DC Universe animated original movie from Warner Bros. Animation, DC Entertainment and Warner Bros. Home Entertainment.

The movie, being directed by Sam Liu (Justice League vs. Teen Titans) from a screenplay by Ernie Altbacker, adapts the classic storyline from Tales of the Teen Titans, one of DC's top comics in the 1980s. Ricci will play Teen Titans member Terra and Ferrer is voicing the mercenary villain Deathstroke.

Ricci and Ferrer are newcomers to the stable of the DC animated movies, a line that celebrates its 10th anniversary this year. Titans will also see returning DC players Sean Maher, Kari Wahlgren, Jake T. Austin, Taissa Farmiga, Brandon Soo Hoo and Stuart Allan join the voice cast.

Teen Titans was DC's comic that went head-to-head with Marvel's Uncanny X-Men in the early 1980s in a time when both comics were outselling their companies' more established stars such as Batman and Spider-Man, respectively. Titans, under writer Marv Wolfman and penciller George Perez, hit a zenith with The Judas Contract storyline. It was the culmination of years of stories that saw the Titans — young heroes Starfire, Raven, Beast Boy, Nightwing/Robin and Cyborg — face the betrayal of their teammate Terra.The woman had partnered with Deathstroke to take down the team.

[goldsleeps]

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