#tío ben

[zsofiarosebud]

Investigando sobre Buffalo Bill para unha cousa e creo que teño un novo lowkey crush

[goodlucktai]

only going up from here

rise of the tmnt word count: 4k pairing: leo & mikey i wrote this for one of my very favorite people and best friends, the bentley to my bookshop and ben to my sammy and mikey to my leo. HAPPY BIRTHDAY @mykimouser! i'm genuinely better off for having you in my life, it would be significantly darker around here without you. i hope your day is absolutely amazing and you're surrounded by people who love you and you get everything you want forever <3 title borrowed from bummerland by AJR read on ao3

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If you asked Mikey if he was protective of Leo, he would say of course he is! He wouldn’t even have to think about it, what kind of question is that? He’s protective of everything and everyone he loves, and he loves all his siblings more than life itself.  

If you asked Mikey if he was overprotective of Leo, he would say whaaaat? I don’t—I think you’re breaking up actually, shhhcchhkkchhssh—and he’d artfully dodge the conversation by literally sprinting away from it.

The thing is, Mikey knows how annoying it is to have well-meaning loved ones go into hypervigilant mode anytime they come within a five-foot radius of your person. He’s been lobbying since he was twelve for Raph to take the kid gloves off! And throw them far away!! Down a deep hole that Donnie could fill with cement and Leo could plant fake biohazard warning signs around so that no one would ever dare excavate!! 

But Leo has always been independent, more than any of the rest of them. More than maybe he really wanted to be. He takes care of himself, like he has to—like there aren’t a half dozen people around him who would happily do it, who want to do it, who would jump at the first chance to prove that he can depend on them for anything. 

Mikey doesn’t know when Leo got this idea in his head that dealing with him is a chore but it’s an idea that grew up with him. That grew about ten feet taller after the Krang invasion. It’s always towering over them, keeping Leo even further from the people who love him with both its long unwanted arms. 

Sometimes Mikey can slink past those arms and find the hole that Leo hides in and climb in there with him. He’s the best at it, because he’s the smallest, and the one their enemy’s eyes tend to jump right over when they’re sussing out a fight. He can go places the others can’t. And it’s a rule of the universe that once he gets within hugging distance of his brothers, they’re compelled at a molecular level to hug him. 

When they’re holed up together, in that place Leo goes to when he’s alone, it gets a little warmer but it’s still cold. It feels like one of those early winter mornings when the shadows are the longest and darkest and cover more ground than they do the rest of the year and Mikey is just waiting for that spring thaw. He’s been waiting for what feels like forever, but he knows it’ll come. He knows it will.

Two months after the invasion, the sun peeks out.  

“I’m going to tío’s,” Leo announces to the lair, one foot out the door already. 

There’s an immediate crash from the lab, and the familiar sound of a weighted barbell falling on a snapper’s chest from the dojo, as two older brothers scramble to either throw their entire weight into stopping him somehow (impossible) or at least convince him that one of them should tag along (more likely, but Leo would not be happy about it). 

Mikey scrambles from his upside-down seat on the sofa to poke his head over the back of it and call out, “Can I come?” 

Leo glances back down the hall, probably calculating the seconds until his quick escape is botched, but then he looks back at Mikey with that crooked, mischievous smile that’s been Mikey’s favorite since he was two.

“Grab your shoes, Miguelito. We’re prison breaking.” 

“Gimme two shakes!” Mikey says over his shoulder, already bolting for his room. 

Mikey’s arms have mostly healed up from the golden portal he opened into the Prison Dimension. There isn’t a crack or a scar left but the lingering nerve damage is killer. The colorful custom arm braces that Draxum sourced for him help a lot and he’s good about remembering to wear them—so there is really no reason for their entire family to be such worrywarts about it. Especially when Don’s shell is still too tender for battle armor and Raph’s lucky he can still see out of his right eye. 

“It’s because you’re both the babies,” April said a few weeks into their collective recovery period, poking Mikey right on the beak that he had wrinkled in frustration. “The youngest in the whole clan. Even Casey Jr.’s older than you two. Deal with it.” 

Donatello is technically a month older than his twin, not that either of them care about pesky things like birth dates. They’re twins in their souls. Even though that means Leo has to grit his teeth and plot convoluted revenge when Donnie dares play the older twin card. 

But also, Mikey knows even though no one has come out and said it, they’re the two who scared the rest of their family the most. 

Donnie and Raph did what they had to do because it was their direct responsibility. Donnie was the only person alive who could have piloted the Technodrome with some degree of success even without his ninpo-powered technopathy. And Raph gave Leo his escape pod because his top priorities have always started and ended with his little brothers. If there had been another way out, he would have taken it. 

Mikey was willing to disintegrate to get Leo out, holding that portal open even though it hurt, even though every ounce of instinct and intuition was telling him to let go, even though he had no way of really knowing it would work the way he wanted it to. Leo threw himself feet first into hell for the rest of them and came out the other side broken and bleeding and traumatized, and he wasn’t sorry he did it. He would do it again, and again, and again. 

So—Mikey gets it. He does. 

It doesn’t stop him from cramming his Jordans on and snatching up the nearest hoodie—pink; he never gave that back to Raphie, oops. He whirls around to find Leo in his doorway, sword slung over his shoulder, weight braced on the neon blue foldable crutch in his opposite arm. 

“Little rowdy back there,” Leo says peacefully, regarding the state of chaos in the lair as their older brothers actively hunt them down. “Let’s take off from here.”

“You got it, boss,” Mikey chirps, hopping in place as he ties his shoe. 

The cyan portal opens as easily as April opens her bedroom window to usher them in for a movie night, bright and inviting. Having opened a portal of his own, Mikey has a brand-new appreciation for how incredible Leo’s ninpo is. He’s never hesitated to hop right through, even back when Leo was still getting the hang of it—either he’ll go where he’s meant to, or he’ll have a fun adventure wherever he does end up. Literally win-win. 

He steps out into Run of the Mill’s back of house. A harried server pauses mid-step to give him a strange look. Then she visibly clocks the blue of the portal behind him, rolls her eyes and continues on her way. Mikey beams at her retreating figure. She should know who Leo is, Leo is the best. 

Leo takes long enough to join him that Mikey has started poking around in the dry storage area. 

“Raph caught me,” Leo says faux-somberly. “I let him know we’d be home by dinner.” 

“With some calzones as a peace offering,” Mikey says with a nod, matching his grave tone. It makes Leo crack a smile, because it’s always charming to him when his siblings commit to the bit. 

“Can I please get through for a can of tomato paste,” a salamander yokai in an apron and unnecessary hairnet says loudly from behind them. Oh, they are kind of just hogging the whole doorway, huh?

“Weeeell, since you said please,” Leo replies, steering Mikey by the shoulders out of dry storage through the prep kitchen and out the employees-only door. 

Mikey ambles along agreeably, and accepts the hot basket of mozzy sticks Leo plops into his hands without questioning where it came from, and hops up into a seat at the bar since the dining room is pretty full. 

“I’m gonna go bug tío Hueso for a bit,” Leo says. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do, and if you do—”

“—deny everything and throw Draxum under the bus however I possibly can,” Mikey recites. He would never actually throw Draxum under the bus—unless it was a really funny bus—but they both know that so there’s no point bringing it up. 

“You’re my favorite,” Leo tells him. He knocks his knuckles on the bartop to get the attention of the rabbit yokai back there and wiggles his fingers in a wave when he has it. The yokai’s fur poofs a bit, like always, and he immediately drops the handful of forks he was holding with a noisy clatter. Then Leo whirls off to go make trouble elsewhere, crutch slowing him down not at all. 

The rabbit yokai is one Mikey knows pretty well from a hundred other afternoons just like this one. Usagi isn’t old enough to serve drinks, but he likes to roll silverware behind the bar so he can prop his phone up beneath the counter and watch TikToks. He always watches the Hamatos when they come in—maybe one Hamato in particular. 

It would probably make him less flustered around Leo if he knew that Leo’s entire family had a betting pool going on the two of them. Or maybe it would make it worse. Hmmmm. Mikey won’t mention it just in case. 

“Hi, Usagi,” Mikey says cheerfully, popping open the lid on the marinara sauce nestled into his ill-gotten gains. “Mozzy stick?”

“Hi, Mikey,” Usagi replies. “No, thanks. I’ve already eaten like a million garlic knots today and señor Hueso is making me take the leftover lasagna home since Auntie isn’t back until—” He cuts himself off, embarrassed. He always volunteers a ton of information and then wrongly assumes his friends don’t want to hear about all of that and reels himself back in. “Anyway! How are things?”

“Good!” Mikey says. “I’ve been one-hundred percenting all my Pokemon games since I’m stuck inside so much.”

Instead of remarking on that, or on the bright eye-catching colors of his arm braces, Usagi says, “Woah, even Diamond?”

“Yeah! Ohmigosh, I forgot to tell you, I caught Feebas!” Mikey pulls his phone out to show him proof, the victorious picture taken of his Switch screen. “I finally had to just lock in and totally ignore my phone for like two hours. Raph definitely thought I died when I didn’t reply to a meme Donnie sent in our group chat. Check it out!” 

Usagi leans over the bar to see and his reaction is everything Mikey could have hoped for. He gasps, “It’s a shiny?” 

“It’s a shiny!” Mikey hollers, then ducks his head a bit when the actual bartender gives the two of them a pointed look. Tucking his phone away, he says, “So what is your aunt up to? And what does it have to do with leftover lasagna?” 

“Oh! Well, she’s visiting with her sister, and I told her I could definitely fend for myself while she was gone, but yesterday there was kind of an incident with the microwave—”

Someone settles into a stool at Mikey’s right, and cuts right over Usagi to say, “Hey, Michael, right?”

Mikey glances over to find a really tall cat yokai, tawny fur with a black rosette pattern which makes Mikey think of a jaguar, except his ears are long and fluffy, and his face is distinctly more human than feline. 

“Half-right,” Mikey responds, frowning. “You just completely talked over my friend, bee tee dubs.”

“I’m sorry!” the cat is quick to apologize. “I didn’t realize you were friends, I thought he just worked here. You don’t mind, do you?” he adds to Usagi. 

Usagi has the deer-in-headlights look of someone thrust into a social interaction they Do Not Want To Have, and Mikey cringes a little at himself for it. Resolving to make it up to him later, he swivels in his seat to get the attention back on himself. 

“What’s up?” he says, hoping they can speedrun whatever this is. 

“I was just wondering how you’ve been since the invasion,” the cat says. “We haven’t seen you or your brothers around here much recently.” 

“Yeah, we’ve been spending more time at home,” Mikey says, the usual canned response they’ve taken to giving when their friends and associates wonder about their less frequent appearances lately. “We had some close calls but—you know, we won, so.” 

Usagi’s ear twitches, and his mouth turns down, and he gives the silverware he’s rolling his full attention. He has a lot of feelings about the Hamatos being involved in a huge fight that he was completely unaware of until it was long over. Mikey thinks he would have helped if they’d asked him to. He’d definitely do anything if Leo asked. But how could they ask? 

The cat yokai says, “Yeah, I saw the footage. Very impressive.” 

Mikey frowns and stops turning his seat back and forth. “Donnie—my brother wiped all the footage with us in it.” 

“I’m sure he did. But someone captured a few minutes of your battle on a scrying mirror and it made the rounds down here.”  

Ugh, magic, Mikey thinks with derision for the very first time in his life.

He makes a mental note to ask Draxum about how they can get rid of that footage, too. 

If Draxum doesn’t know, Big Mama will. Leo is her favorite. 

“Did I see Leonardo come in with you?” the yokai is saying, leaning in a little. “A few of my buddies and I, we were wondering if we could interest him in a proposal.”

A suspicious little animal in the back of Mikey’s brain sits up straight and starts paying attention. It’s weird that the guy guessed at Mikey’s name but knows Leo’s. It’s weird that he’s been paying attention to their comings and goings from the one place in the Hidden Cities they frequent regularly. And it’s weird that he has a proposal for a teenager.

On the other side of the bar, Usagi’s eyes are dark and watchful. He and Leo can talk shop about kenjutsu for hours at a time, and in this second Mikey doesn’t have trouble imagining Usagi with a sword in his hand. 

“Why?” Mikey says. 

“Those portals—I’ve never seen anything like it,” the cat says. “He could do so much with that ability. I’m sure he’s got people falling over themselves left and right to offer him work, but my employer could probably double any standing offers.” 

He still sounds surface-level friendly and admiring, but there’s a rot beneath it all, sickly-sweet. A greed. Mikey abruptly wants this guy at least one ocean and a language barrier away from himself and his big brother. 

Yeah, Leo’s portals are second-to-none. It’s incredible, the way he can think in three different places at once and account for every single sibling on the field like he’s playing 5D chess while everyone else is playing checkers. He makes it look easy because he’s Leo, and that’s what he does—he makes impossible stuff look like a breeze. Give his ninpo to a clown like this cat and they wouldn’t be able to accomplish a tenth of what Leo has in two years. Even if they had a hundred years. 

And Mikey can feel himself falling into that trap that Raphael so often falls into—that Donatello is guilty of tripping into now and then—the overprotective one. In the same second he thinks about how capable and cool Leo is, he’s thinking about how he would do anything to keep creeps like this away from him. He’s thinking about how Leo deserves to be around people who like him and appreciate him for him, and not for what he can do for them. 

“He’s sixteen,” Mikey says coldly. To him, sixteen feels very grown-up, but he makes sure to say it the way everyone else in his family constantly says it. “If he wanted a job, he’d work here.” 

“Oh, yes!” Usagi blurts. Then, “Uh, I mean, we’re hiring.” 

“A guy who can portal like that, taking pizza orders? Please,” the yokai says with an amiable grin, like they’re all in on the joke together. “Seriously, can I give you my card? Let him think about it. He could, uh—do some real good. For the community, you know? The Krang left a mark everywhere, even here. If he wanted to give back, there are lots of opportunities.” 

He takes a monochrome business card out of his wallet and slides it across the bar. Mikey doesn’t even look at it. He can feel himself getting really, properly angry. 

Leo’s too clever to get played, but he’s so guilt-motivated. He’s got that huge shadow hanging over him that convinces him so easily that he has all this stuff he has to make up for. He has all this love he has to earn. If this creep framed his job opportunity to Leo as a way to give back, to help people in the wake of an invasion he entirely blames himself for, then Leo would be lured right in. It wouldn’t even be hard. 

Michelangelo is so. Sick. Of this guy. 

“Can I just save you the time?” he says, smiling super brightly. “He’s not interested.”

The yokai’s smile fades a little, expression distinctly less friendly, but just for a second. He looks at something above Mikey’s head, and the smile stretches back out again. 

“I’ll wait to hear that from him,” the guy says, nodding to indicate something behind Mikey. 

Looking over his shoulder, Mikey sees Leo and Hueso chatting as they emerge from the office. Leo is waving his hand while he tells whatever story he’s telling, bright and animated, a far cry from that frightened boy they pulled out of the Prison Dimension. He feels safe here and he doesn’t have to put on a performance for anybody here and it shows. It’s why Raph let him go earlier without much of an argument. 

Mikey isn’t about to let anybody ruin it for him. 

Hueso wouldn’t exactly thank him for starting a brawl in his restaurant during the late lunch rush—and Mikey’s done a really good job of not getting banned this month! 

So sabotage it is. 

He’s the youngest of five—six, now, with the addition of Junior to their ranks—and when it comes to big, wounded eyes and crocodile tears to shake dad off his trail and throw another sibling under the bus, nobody does it better than him. 

Moving fast, Mikey pitches himself sideways off his seat. The stool clatters over noisily and Leo looks up in time to see Mikey hit the floor. Picture-perfect. 

“Ow!” he cries out, only half-faked. He did kind of land on one of his wrists a little too hard. 

“What the hell,” the yokai says dumbly. 

Leonardo is beside Mikey so fast, Mikey’s not one-hundred percent convinced he didn’t teleport himself there. He crouches, broken knee and all, and says, “Gravity two-hundred and eight, Angie zero.”

“No fair,” Mikey protests, sitting up. “It was two-hundred and two yesterday.” 

“Well, this wipe-out was embarrassing enough it’s worth multiple points.” 

Despite his teasing, Leo is entirely focused as he tests Mikey’s wrist for pain. When that doesn’t cause more than a wince, he pulls at the velcro straps until it’s loose enough to slide off. Mikey patiently endures Doctor Leon’s careful assessment of his arm, and buckles the brace back on when he’s allowed to. 

“What the heck happened?” Leo only asks when Mikey is helping him to his feet. 

“That guy pushed me down,” Mikey said immediately, head lowered enough that he has to look up more than usual to meet Leo’s eyes. 

“What?” the yokai snaps. “I didn’t push you down!”

“Sure, I just decided to fall down for no reason,” Mikey shoots back sarcastically. 

“That’s exactly what you did!” 

Leo glances at Usagi, the only eye-witness. Usagi says, to the cat yokai, “I saw the whole thing, man. You’re really gonna sit there and lie?”

Oh, we’re keeping you, Mikey thinks gleefully, almost forgetting to ham up his hurt expression. 

The cat yokai is definitely pissed off, but Leo stands up tall and steps in front of Mikey, his body language daring the guy to say one unkind word about his little brother. Hueso takes over before anything unfortunate can happen, encouraging the yokai to get his food to go and also to consider never coming back to this establishment since he thinks it’s acceptable behavior to bully a child, et cetera. All in a day’s work. 

Out of the corner of his eye, Mikey sees Usagi sweep the business card off the bar and probably into the trash somewhere behind it. 

They hang out at the bar for the rest of the afternoon. Usagi isn’t on the floor today, restocking and cleaning and running food instead, so he gets away with chatting and sneaking them free cranberries-on-the-rocks up until they leave. Leo finds out about the leftover lasagna situation and convinces the rabbit to come over for dinner, including a calzone for him in their take-home order to sweeten the deal.

“Uh,” Usagi says, “sure. Okay. That’d be—yeah.”

“Nice,” Leo says. He sounds way cooler about it than Mikey knows for a fact that he is on the inside. But that’s Leo to a tee—make it look easy. Don’t let anybody in on the big secret that you struggle, too. You have to unlock like fourteen friendship tiers before you get on the other side of all that. 

They portal most of the way to their favorite manhole back home, walking the final city block for a few extra minutes under the warm red evening sky. 

“So what happened with Puss in Boots back there?” Leo says apropos of nothing, when Mikey’s dramatic rendition of his capture of the Feebas and ultimate one-hundred percent completion of Brilliant Diamond has winded down. 

Mikey looks at him sidelong, but Leo is still looking ahead. He does kind of need to pay attention, the city sidewalks aren’t always clear, but that usually doesn’t stop him from looking at his brothers while they talk, to his brothers’ eternal exasperation. 

“I told you, he pushed me.”

“Uh-huh. And what actually happened?”

Ughhhhhh, Mikey has only fooled Leo like three times in his entire life, why did he automatically assume this would be success story number four? 

“That guy was weird,” Mikey mutters. He watches the ground while they walk, his untied shoelace flapping around with every step. “He knew about your portals and wanted stuff from you. He was super shady, Lee! He was like if Kingpin from the Spider-Man comics and Gaston from Beauty and the Beast had a baby. And were cats.”

Leo snorts, and Mikey jerks around so fast he’s not able to hide his smile in time. 

Aha! Mikey thinks, doing cartwheels in his mind. He laughed, I win!

“I’m not gonna let anybody walk all over you,” Mikey says, clenching one fist in front of him. “I know that you don’t need anybody looking out for you—believe me, I know.” They share a commiserating look, two little brothers against the world. Leo looks distinctly amused, like everything Mikey does is worth watching and bragging about later. “But I just love you so much, Leo. If this was a perfect world, everyone would love you as much as I do. But since that’s impossible, and no one will ever usurp me from my number one spot as your biggest fan, then I’ll settle for everyone at least liking you as much as I do. Which is still a pretty high bar, but it’s doable. If they just put the hours in, if they, you know, worked for it—”

“Oh my god, Miguel, stop,” Leo says, pushing at his shoulder. Mikey sways sideways with the push and comes right back, undeterred. 

“I’m unstoppable!” he hollers, lifting both arms and punching his fists up above his head. 

“Yeah,” Leonardo says, sounding like his old self again—sixteen years old, the whole world in his corner. “You’re the best.”

Mikey thinks he could do anything, he could light up the sky, he could punch a hole in the dimension, he could travel through time—he can definitely protect his brother. He’s the only person in the world who can get away with doing it, after all. That’s a big responsibility. Good thing Mikey is big enough to hold it. 

Daylight is only an afterthought in the sky now, all those rich autumn colors dimming into deep, vivid hues of purple and blue. The tunnel home is just around the corner, and they’ll have to reheat the food when they get there, but they’ll have to reheat Usagi’s anyway. 

When Leo reaches over and strings his arm around Mikey’s shoulders, Mikey adjusts his stride, shuffles his takeout bags to one hand, and puts his arm around Leo right back. 

“Thanks, Mike,” Leo says. “For being on my team. I know I don’t make it easy.”

“Your team is the only place I wanna be,” Mikey announces, when he’s sure his voice won’t wobble and give the wet sheen in his eyes away. “If you ever try to kick me out I will make your life a living hell. It seriously would not be worth it for you. Don’t tell Raph I said hell.”

Leo throws back his head and laughs for real. His crutch skids on a dead leaf and since they’re attached to each other they both stumble wildly and almost drop the calzones and get dirty looks from other Manhattanites. It’s the kind of moment that becomes the kind of memory that settles deep in the core of a person, never to be forgotten. 

And Mikey sees it—spring. The sun is finally coming out. Someday really soon, he thinks, those shadows that cling to Leo will have to find someone else to haunt. 

Until then, he can be sunshine enough for them both. 

[nevenkebla]

Sus siniestros 60

Amazing Fantasy #1000 Dan Slott (Escritor), Jim Cheung (Dibujante)

— Noticiero: Spider-Man ha recibido un disparo mortal. El Daily Bugle confirma que el anciano justiciero enmascarado ha sido víctima de… múltiples heridas de bala. El pronóstico es muy grave. Pasamos en directo al Connors Memorial, donde los cirujanos esperan la llegada de…

— Paramédico 1: Dios, qué desastre. ¿Por dónde empezamos? — Paramédico 2: Casi no respira. Despeja su vía respiratoria. — Spider-Man: La máscara no… — Paramédico 2: Novata, déjasela medio puesta. — Paramédico 1: Tengo que ver si tiene los ojos dilatados. — Paramédico 2: Con Spidey, la máscara se queda a medias. Es la regla.

— Spider-Man: (¡Deberían haber sido los Seis Siniestros! ¡Todos! ¡A la vez! ¡No! ¡Una batalla final con Carnage! ¡O el Duende! No con un… ¿Ladrón armado? Voy a acabar como tío Ben. Casi parece apropiado. Ojalá hubiera visto a MJ… por última vez.)

— Doctora: ¿Spider-Man? ¿Me oyes? Necesito que tengas mucho cuidado. Estos últimos días has estado al límite. — Doctor: Y sigues así. Estos signos no son nada buenos. — Spider-Man: ¿Días? Pero… no veo flores ni tarjetas. ¿El otro Spider-Man no se ha pasado? ¿Ni los 4F? ¿O los Vengadores? — Doctora: Creo que están todos en el espacio. Luchando con Thanos o algo así. — Spider-Man: No me lo puedo creer. ¿Así que no ha venido nadie a despedirse? — Doctora: Al contrario. De hecho, si quieres visitas… hay algunas personas deseando verte. — Spider-Man: ¿Quién? — Doctora: Todos�� Todo Nueva York. La cola llega a la calle… y continúa unas cuantas manzanas. Después de tantos años no hay nadie en esta ciudad… a quien no hayas salvado, a él o un ser querido. Y todos querían darte las gracias antes de que te vayas.

— Persona 1: ¿Recuerdas a Buster? Lo sacaste de un incendio. — Spider-Man: ¿Cómo olvidarlo? Se me meó en el Spider-Traje. — Persona 2: En mitad del invierno. Te tiraste al río para sacar a nuestro Jimmy. Tenía tres años. Desde entonces, en Halloween siempre se disfraza de ti. — Niño: Excepto el año pasado. — Spider-Man: ¿Quién fuiste el año pasado? — Niño: Un dinosaurio. — Spider-Man: A mí también me gustan los dinosaurios.

— Spider-Man: Hola, señora. Dígame… ¿Cómo la he salvado? Creo que te equivocas. Esas son las veces que tú me salvaste a mí.

[alwaysbethewest]

Triple Frontier/Narcos fic: Crossing the Streams

This week is @fleetwoodmactshirt's birthday and I knew I wanted to write her something if I could—it was just a question of what. Frankie Morales making ravioli from scratch? An intimate morning spent with Ezra? Or: this? A deeply self-indulgent (and Fleetwood-indulgent) AU of an AU crossed over with another AU from an entirely different piece of media. It made sense in my head.

This concept is something we've jokingly(?) discussed for years but it always felt too outrageous to actually put to words. Until now. Happy birthday, beloved! I hope this makes you smile.

Title: Crossing the Streams Characters/Pairings: Frankie Morales, Benny Miller, Javier Peña, OFC, Baby Morales, ghost!Reader. Nascent Fishben implied; Javi/OFC implied. Rating: Teen (but maybe Gen) Word count: 1.8k Content/warnings: Crossover of my ghost 'verse and @fleetwoodmactshirt's Javier Peña X-Files AU 🙃 Not really exactly officially a part of the ghost 'verse, but could be considered a spin-off chapter of it maybe. I don't think any particular warnings apply. Reader is a ghost. The OFC listed above is the reader from Fleetwood's AU, and I tried to leave her a blank slate. Javi holds the baby a lot. I fudged the timelines so Javi is older but not as much older as he would be. Unbetaed, so let me know if you spot any mistakes.

You can see the family resemblance immediately. The man standing in the foyer isn’t an exact carbon copy of Francisco, but they could easily be mistaken for brothers. Benny had been the one to answer the door and the visitor is sizing him up, friendly but with a hint of narrow-eyed assessment peeking through. Benny senses it and stands a little straighter, calling over his shoulder, “Fish, they’re here!”

The slap-slap-slap sound of the baby’s hands on the hardwood floor announces her arrival even before she rounds the corner into the hallway, crawling rapidly towards the front door while Francisco ambles behind her. Ben scoops her up before she can reach the threshold, easily hefting her up to his shoulder, while the other men greet each other with a hug.

“Ah, mi sobrino!” Francisco’s uncle gives him an affectionate pat on the cheek. “Te ves bien, Francisco.”

“Hola, tío Javi,” he says with a grin. “Come on in. You met Benny?”

Now that they’re standing side by side you’re able to see the similarities and differences between them. Javier is older by fifteen years or so, his dark hair greying at the temples, slim body still fit but gone a little soft around the middle. He’s cleanshaven but for an attractive, full mustache, and his warm brown eyes are shielded by a pair of glasses with dark, slightly rounded plastic frames.

Javier nods. “I haven’t met this one yet, though,” he says, reaching for Francisco’s daughter. She goes to him without hesitation and he has to catch her chubby hands in his before she can drag his glasses down his nose. He pulls a face at her and she giggles.

“And is your…” Francisco pauses, as if searching for the right word. “Partner outside?”

Javi glances out the open door. “She’s getting some equipment out of the trunk. Listen,” he says, lowering his voice a little, “she takes this stuff seriously and she can be a little—excitable, about it. Take it easy on her, okay?”

This stuff, as it turns out, is investigating the world of the paranormal.

After Francisco’s mom had heard about Santiago’s suspicion that the house was haunted, she’d been the one to suggest he invite tío Javier and his… partner, for a visit. (You understand the hesitation before “partner” as soon as you see her; the energy flowing between them is lit up with something far brighter than a pair of regular, platonic co-workers would ever have. And even someone without your vision might notice the way it takes her a moment to recover from the sight of him with the baby in his arms, or how his hand hovers over the small of her back as they make their way down the hall.)

Francisco leads them into the kitchen, where he sets a pot of coffee brewing.

“You can set her down if you want,” he tells Javi, nodding to the baby’s high chair.

“That’s alright,” he says, taking a seat and easily shifting her into the crook of his arm. He crosses his legs so she’s half in his lap and bounces his thigh, just lightly, offering up his free hand for her to pull and pinch and bite at as she likes to keep her entertained.

His partner is watching from the doorway and you observe with interest how her breathing goes almost imperceptibly unsteady before she gathers herself again.

“So which of you saw the ghost?” she asks Francisco and Benny.

Ben’s eyes shift to the corner where you’re perched on the kitchen counter, but Francisco is already answering for the both of them. “Neither of us,” he tells her. “Our friend Santiago is the one who thinks he saw something.”

She’s taking notes in a pocket-sized notebook.

“And what was it that Santiago saw?”

“Socks,” he says, in a tone that indicates he thinks this is just as silly as it sounds.

“Socks,” she echoes, tilting her head inquisitively.

“Floating in the air.” He makes a vague, floaty gesture with one hand while pouring the coffee with the other.

Tío Javi’s partner finally takes a seat at the table, so she’s not stuck juggling her coffee cup and the notebook. The baby leans towards her, curious, and she gives her a polite smile. “Hello.” Then, struck by a thought, she looks to Francisco again.

“Has the baby seen the ghost?” she asks.

Benny’s eyes widen. Francisco just chuckles. “Not that she’s mentioned,” he says dryly. “Look, I don’t want to be wasting your time. You should know that—I’m not suggesting Santi’s making it up or anything but—the guy’s had more than one concussion before. You know what I’m saying?”

“That’s interesting,” she remarks, jotting it down.

Francisco exchanges a glance with Javier.

“Is it?”

“Well, brain injuries, trauma, near-death experiences—they can open a person’s senses to things that others can’t see,” she explains.

He looks skeptical.

“We’ve all had near-death experiences,” he says, gesturing around the room. He says it so matter-of-factly that she looks startled, and maybe a little concerned. “Ben and I were Special Forces. Tío, I’ve heard your stories from Colombia. We’ve all dealt with some dark shit.”

Javi flattens his mouth in a grim line. Ben is rubbing his knuckles over his lips and you can see the anxiety building in him. The room falls silent for a moment.

“I’m sorry if I upset you,” she says. Under the table, Javi shifts his leg to bump his foot with hers reassuringly.

“No.” Francisco frowns. “I’m sorry. You’re just doing your job. You—I know you brought some gear with you. You’re welcome to check the house, or… do whatever you need. I’ll show you where Santi saw the socks in the air.”

She sets down her pen.

“If you don’t mind.”

Francisco leads her upstairs to the nursery. You’re not sure you want to get anywhere near her ghost-hunting equipment, whatever it may be, so you stick to the kitchen and keep Ben company while he attempts to make conversation with Francisco’s uncle.

“So you worked in Colombia,” he tries. Javi gives a quiet grunt to the affirmative. He doesn’t want to talk about that—you can tell, and Benny figures it out pretty quickly, too.

“Do you—” he starts, but Javi’s already speaking.

“What’s the situation here?” he asks.

“What do you mean?”

“Between you and Frankie.”

You can almost feel the heat radiating off him as the air shimmering around Benny turns a deep, blushing pink.

“There’s no situation,” he says.

“You’re roommates?”

“Yeah—I mean, we’ve been friends for a long time. My lease ended a few months ago and he said I could stay here. He has a guest room,” he adds, a touch defensively.

Javi smiles and nods like he hadn’t meant anything by it.

“What about you?” Benny asks. He nods to the ceiling, where Javi’s partner is upstairs. “You guys seem close. Are you dating her?”

Javi’s placid smile doesn’t falter for a moment, but his eyes narrow a little.

“No,” he says. “She has a guest room, too.”

Ben’s mouth opens, then snaps closed, and the men sit in silence for a moment.

“I think she wants to get down,” he says, gesturing to the baby in Javi’s arms, who’s squirming and lunging forward as if to jump to the floor. He sets her down carefully on all fours and she takes off at speed, leaving Ben to scramble behind her. Javier looks around the empty room, eyes skipping right over you, drains his coffee, and follows suit.

You trail behind him to the living room, where Benny has deposited the baby in the middle of the conversation pit with a basket of toys. Javi stops short, taken aback by the sunken couches.

“Holy shit,” he says. “This place hasn’t been remodeled in a while, huh?”

Benny glances at you, knowing this subject is a sore spot. You’d taken great pride in this house, back when it had belonged just to you, and you’re not sure why everybody keeps wishing to change it now.

“We like it,” he tells him. “It’s got character. Plus, this is like a built-in play pen. She’s too little to climb out.”

Javier sits himself down, spreading his legs comfortably wide in a confident-man sprawl.

“It’s a good house,” he admits. “Quiet neighborhood.”

They watch the baby playing on the floor. You join her there, rolling plastic balls back to her too subtly for Javier to realize they haven’t simply bounced.

“Can I ask you something?” Benny says. Javi raises an eyebrow in assent. “Say there is a ghost—” he starts.

“There isn’t.” Javi narrows his eyes a little, like he’s trying to decide if Benny really believes in something so unfathomable.

Benny is avoiding your gaze.

“But theoretically,” he says. “If there was. What would—I mean—What do you do? Like if the EMF meter or whatever registered something.”

“Well,” Javi replies slowly. “Theoretically, if there was a ghost hanging around I think my partner would tell you there’s something unresolved that they still need. A sense of peace, or…”

He pauses, scratching his chin. Eyes still on the child.

“It’s the same as what anybody wants, right? A sense of fulfillment. So you can move on.”

It makes something feel hollow and fluttery inside your chest, achy like you haven’t felt in a while. Now you’re the one avoiding Ben’s eyes, when he looks at you. You retreat to the corner, wanting to be alone but unwilling to give up eavesdropping on such a rare visit.

Their conversation is cut short by the others’ return. Francisco still looks skeptical and she looks thoughtful. Javi tilts his head back and raises an eyebrow.

“Inconclusive,” she announces. “There were some very interesting readings but nothing concrete. There are some other tests we could—”

“I think this is enough,” Francisco cuts her off gently. “It’s not like any of us have been possessed. If blood starts dripping down the walls, we’ll call you back.”

“Well, for a simple specter I don’t think you’ll have to worry about that,” she assures him. “Blood drips can be indicative of—”

“It was a joke,” he says, and she smiles but she also shrugs like, well, we’ll see.

“Mijo,” Javier says, changing the subject for everyone’s sake. “Pick a restaurant, we’ll go out to dinner, my treat. Your roommate can come too.”

The emphasis he puts on roommate isn’t strong enough for Francisco to pick up on, but Benny does and he shoots Javi a narrow look. Javi gives him an innocent grin and turns back to the baby, who’s been pulling herself up on his pant legs, trying to climb up to her dad since he’d walked in the room. He swings her into his arms and hands her over to Francisco, and after a ten-minute debate over a pizzeria versus a steakhouse, and a five-minute diaper change, the group heads outside.

Alone in the quiet house, you float up to your attic window seat, where you settle in to contemplate tío Javi’s words about things unresolved.

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Traumas (Jace / Benjicot / Cregan)

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Jace: El mayor de los Velaryon, al igual que su hermano menor, tenía serios problemas de confianza. No se creía suficiente. Y ver que los bastardos tenían dragones hizo que sus inestables sentimientos de pertenencia a la corona se desmoronaran. Y esa frustración y miedo se desviaba a otros ámbitos. El amor era uno de ellos.

—Soves.—

—Sovvvesss.—____ rió bajito al ver como Smoke miraba a Addam con confusión.

—¿Soy muy malo?—

—Conozco a alguien peor.—El joven marinero le sonrió a la mujer, pero ese pequeño momento pasatista se tornó pesado en cuanto Jace llegó a la playa.

—... Mi madre te busca.—miró a Addam con expresión seria, y el marinero entendió enseguida que debía irse cuanto antes porque se marchó sin rechistar.

El par quedó a solas.

—¿No te parece maravilloso volver a ver a Brumita tan cerca de casa?—____ acarició el hocico del animal—. Es como si mi tío volviera a-

—¿Te gusta él?—

Aquella pregunta descolocó por completo a la princesa.

—¿Qué dices, Jace?—

—Pasaste toda la tarde con él, no viniste a la reunión.—

—Tu madre no me solicitó para la reunión... Me pidió que ayudara a Addam.—la chica quiso tomar sus mejillas, pero el joven la apartó de mala gana, frunció el ceño indignada—. ¿Qué te pasa, Jace?—

—Él apareció y te perdí, congeniaron tan bien que yo...—agachó la mirada, jugando vagamente con sus manos.

—¿Que tú qué, Jace?—el chico no respondió. ____ notó lo tenso que estaba su prometido últimamente, y a pesar de que intentaba calmarlo, nada funcionaba—. Jace... Habla conmigo.—esta vez, el chico se dejó tocar. ____ tomó sus mejillas, notando sus ojitos humedos—. Dime... ¿Qué te preocupa?—

—... No soy suficiente para ti, ____... ¿Qué me diferencia de Addam?—las manos de Jace tomaron las muñecas de la chica con preocupación—. Dos bastardos, dos dragones... Incluso su cabello se parece más al de sir Laenor. Ya no soy un bastardo privilegiado. Como tu esposo no valgo nada.—

—Jace...—____ se acercó al joven, quien bajó sus manos a la cintura ajena. La rodeó con cariño—. A mi no me importan esas cosas, piquito de pato.—rozó su nariz con la ajena, sacándole una pequeña sonrisa—. Yo te amo a ti por quién eres... Un príncipe hermoso, caballeroso, muy muy cariñoso y algo caprichoso, sí... no me importa de los testículos de quién saliste... Y me da cierto alivio no ser primos, aún se me hace raro todo eso.—

—... ¿Aún me querrías si otro bastardo toma el trono?—

—Nadie te quitará el trono, patito.—le dio un besito fugaz—. Y aunque no estés en el trono, yo te seguiré a donde vayas. Príncipe, rey, caballero, pescador... Seas lo que seas, no podrás sacarme de tu lado.—

—¿De verdad?—

—Si, corazón.—le dio otro besito, y luego otro—. Asi que deja de espantar a los jinetes de tu madre ¿Si?—

—... Escuché cuando dijiste que mi alto valyrio es horrible.—

—No dije tu nombre.—

—No, pero era evidente.—____ rió con aquello, rodeando su cuello y volviendo a besarlo, esta vez de forma más seria. Las manos de Jace se entrelazaron en su espalda baja, acercándola lo más posible.

—Te amo, piquito de pato.—____ dejó un último beso en sus labios antes de separarse.

—Y yo te amo a ti, ____...—

Benjicot: a pesar de que en el campo de batalla era un guerrero despiadado, fuera de el Ben es una persona relajada e introvertida.

Pero esa paz enseguida se quebraba en cuanto algo o alguien agitaba la calma de su día a día. Era muy explosivo, y por si no fuera suficiente eso, era muy celoso y algo inseguro.

Desde que Benjicot Blackwood fue comprometido a la hermana mayor de Oscar Tully, todos sus días eran de dicha. Amaba a la joven. Tanto que su vida giraba completamente alrededor de ella.

Desayunaban juntos, luego Ben atendía asuntos generales mientras ____ buscaba algo con lo que entretenerse. Luego paseaban juntos por Riverlands, o simplemente por Raventree. Hasta que al atardecer cenaban y se iban a la cama. Tenían una rutina simple, una disfrutable.

Pero entonces Oscar vino una tarde, con otro planteo más de alianzas Bracken-Blackwood.

—Esas mierdas no sirven, amigo mio.—

Ben miró a Oscar con cierto aburrimiento.

—Porque tu padre era muy terco, pero confío en que tú podrás lograr que sea un éxito.—Oscar lo miró emocionado, y luego a su hermana—. Además tienes a ____ a tu lado, ella sabrá manejar las cosas de forma pacífica.—

—¿Qué tienes en mente, pequeño revoltoso?—la mujer miró a su hermano con un cariño infinito.

—Intercambio de caballeros... Un Bracken velará por la seguridad de ustedes. Y un Blackwood irá a tierra de los Bracken. No es muy complejo.—

—Suena bien, pero arriesgado. No quiero que ningún Bracken nos apuñale mientras dormimos.—

—Conoces al postulante Bracken. Nunca te apuñalaría...—

—¡Aeron!—____ miró emocionada al joven que se acercaba a caballo.

—Ha pasado tiempo, milady.—Aeron bajó de su montura, acercándose a la mujer sonriente—. Es un placer poder salvaguardar su seguridad.—

Solo entonces Aeron se dirigió a Ben, quien no estaba para nada cómodo con la presencia de un antiguo rival frente a él. Tal vez para la mujer era un viejo amigo, uno de los tantos que tenía por todo Riverlands. Pero para Ben no era nada de eso. Años atrás, por disputas relacionadas a los límites de tierra, ambos se fueron a los puños de forma grave. Y esa espina todavía seguía ahí.

—Milord.—Aeron lo miró—. Espero que las asperezas del pasado sean eliminadas a partir de ahora.—

Benjicot no estaba muy seguro de eso.

Desde ese día, Aeron se estableció como guardia principal de la fortaleza. A pesar de las asperezas entre casas, el rubio no tardó en adaptarse al resto de guardias y trabajadores del lugar. Era simpático para los hombres, atractivo para las mujeres. Se ganó su lugar con gracia.

Pero aún así, Benjicot no lo quería cerca.

—¿Tardarás mucho con las reuniones?—

—Me temo que si.—

____ abotonaba la chaqueta de Ben, terminando por acomodar su cuello. Se aferró a él acercándolo y dejando besitos en sus labios. El chico sonrió con aquello.

—Pero puedes ir a los campos del norte, querías hacer un huerto pequeño en el jardín ¿No?—

—¡Cierto! Le pediré a Aeron que me acompañe. Su padre era granjero, debe saber mucho de eso.—

Aeron...

Ben comenzaba a molestarse.

Durante toda la tarde atendiendo sus obligaciones, Ben no pudo dejar de pensar en la idea de que su bella esposa estaba compartiendo un momento de relajación con el Bracken.

Mientras él discutía inversiones y futuros eventos de Raventree, ____ escogía semillas y plantines junto al rubio. Probablemente riendo, charlando de tonterías que él no entendía, pues la agricultura no le interesaba para nada.

¿Ella apreciaría más a Aeron por compartir pasatiempos?

¿Y si comenzaban a compartir más momentos juntos?

...

¿Y si ella lo prefería a él?

—No estamos en época para plantar esas. Guárdalas para más adelante.—

—¿No se echarán a perder?—

—Son semillas, no pan.—____ rió bajito, aún revisando las semillas que traía en aquella cesta.

La mujer había vuelto del mercado hace un buen rato, y como aún había luz del sol, decidió organizar lo que haría el día siguiente. Lo último que esperaba esa tarde era a su esposo apareciendo de la nada y maltratando a su guardaespaldas.

—¡Benjicot!—____ apartó como pudo a su lord, quien le había atinado un gran puñetazo al caballero, tumbándolo en la removida tierra de la huerta.

—¿Te robabas nuestras tierras y ahora quieres robarte a mi esposa, eh? Escoria Bracken.—

—Solo elegíamos semillas, Blackwood. No es nada de-

—¿¡y si te corto las manos!?—

—¡Ben!—Un cachetazo resonó en el lugar, y Ben parpadeó una y otra vez. Parecía haber salido de un trance gracias al ardor en su mejilla—. Deja en paz a Aeron, no ha hecho ni insinuado nada.—

—Me pegaste...—

—Y lo haré de nuevo si no te despejas.—____ tomó sus mejillas, mirándolo con cierta ansiedad—. No estamos en un campo de batalla, Ben... No seas un bruto.—

El hombre se arrepintió enseguida al ver que su esposa estaba algo asustada por su comportamiento. No solo la asustó, sino que rompió el inestable acuerdo de paz al golpear a Aeron.

—Lo lamento...—Ben miró como su esposa ayudaba a Aeron a levantarse, para luego alcanzarle un pañuelo para la sangre que escurría por su nariz.

Se marchó sin más, pues no supo qué decir o hacer.

Un asfixiante sentimiento de que había arruinado todo le carcomió los pensamientos durante todo el camino hasta la fortaleza.

Cuando ____ llegó a su cuarto, no encontró a Ben ahí. Se preocupó un poco, pero enseguida supo dónde podía estar.

—Sabía que estarías aquí.—se sentó junto a Ben en aquel banquito frente al arciano.

Un silencio algo raro los rodeo, hasta que Ben lo rompió.

—... ¿Estás muy enojada?—

—No es mi enojo el que debería preocuparte.—

—... ¿Pero estás enojada?—

—Si, Ben. Estoy enojada.—____ lo miró—. Ya hablamos muchas veces sobre ese autocontrol que necesitas.—

—Estaba muy cerca tuyo... ¿Cómo esperabas que reaccionara?—

—Romperle la nariz era lo último que esperaba. Y no estábamos haciendo nada, Ben. Elegíamos semillas.—

—... Debiste esperarme a mi.—

—No sabes una mierda de plantas.—

—Pues aprenderé. Aprenderé para que no tengas que volver a hablarle.—

—Es mi amigo, seguiré hablándole.—Ben se levantó del banco frustrado—. ¿Qué te molesta? ¿Que sea un Bracken?—

—Que le sonrías.—____ se sorprendió con aquello—. No tengo el tiempo necesario para compartir momentos contigo, y él si... Además te hace reír... Me sentí mal, molesto.—la miró con cierto ruego—. Así que por favor, no te enojes conmigo.—

La mujer no tardó en abrazarlo, sintiendo como Ben le devolvía el gesto con cierta necesidad.

—Eres dueño de mi mano, mi corazón y mi completo y absoluto amor, Benjicot... Pero mi sonrisa y voz... Me temo que dártelos solo a ti es mezquino ¿No te parece?—

—Sonríele a quien quieras... No a él.—la chica resopló apenas.

—Ya, deja eso...—atrapó sus mejillas—. Te amo, Benjicot Blackwood... Tú eres y serás la única persona dueña de mi corazón, con quien pasaré el resto de mis días, con quien tendré hijos... Es la verdad, y tú debes entender eso.—

—... ¿Solo a mi me quieres?—

—Solo a ti.—____ lo besó.

Ben suspiró con cierto alivio, volviendo a abrazarla.

Cregan: Cregan es una persona que ama mucho, de forma intensa. Ya perdió dos esposas y la tercera, como es de esperarse, no termina de entrar en su corazón. Tiene miedo de volver a abrirse a ella, y esa tosquedad no hace más que generar inseguridad en su esposa.

Los días de ____ Mormont en Winterfell eran grises.

No debido al clima complicado, no debido a la gente, sino debido a la llana y deprimente vida que llevaba entre las paredes de la fortaleza.

Su casamiento fue por mero beneficio, pero creía que podia llegar a mejorar. Veía en Cregan a un buen hombre, un buen esposo. Tenía la ilusión de que podrían formar una bonita familia.

Pero estaba equivocada.

El lord de Winterfell era correcto, si. Educado y muy respetuoso. Pero su actitud era incluso más fría que la nieve del otro lado de la montaña.

No me ama.

No me desea...

¿Para esto se casó conmigo?

¿Para tenerme aqui sin hacer nada?

____ pensaba a diario en romper el compromiso, después de todo, incluso su pureza estaba intacta. Cregan ni se había molestado en cumplir sus obligaciones.

Ese pensamiento intrusivo terminó de explotar cuando el príncipe Velaryon aterrizó en la muralla.

La mujer no solía ir tan al norte, pero justo ese día, justo esa tarde, había decidido enfrentar a Cregan y romper lazos. Grande fue su sorpresa al conocer al joven de bonita sonrisa.

—No deberías estar aquí.—Cregan rompió el pequeño trance que la mujer tenía con Jacaerys.

—... Envié un cuervo a mi isla, para mi padre. Y podría haberte enviado un cuervo a ti también pero preferí decírtelo a la cara.—lo miró—. Romperé nuestro compromiso... Bueno, ya lo rompí.—

—... ¿Qué?—

—Los Mormont se mantienen siempre firmes... Pero yo no le haré frente a este... Ninguneo. Soy tu esposa, no un potus colgado en el salón.—

Cregan no supo qué responder. Aquello lo tomó completamente por sorpresa. Y lo peor fue cuando ella ignoró su presencia, enfocándose en el príncipe.

—Principe, como habrá escuchado, acabo de romper mi compromiso y he recuperado el control sobre mi ejército... Cuente con la casa Mormont. Seis mil hombres están a su disposición.—

—Gracias, milady.—____ le sonrió, y Jace lo hizo también.

—Bueno, eso era todo. Volveré a recoger mis cosas y marcharé a mi hogar en unas horas.—

El par de hombres miró a la mujer alejarse con gran porte, como si no hubiese roto un casamiento y jurado miles de hombres en solo unos minutos.

—... Hablaré con ella, esto ha sido un malentendido.—Jace miró a Cregan con aquello—. Pero no se preocupe, el apoyo prometido por mi esposa seguirá vigente.—

—Algo me dice que ya no es su esposa... Lady ____ no parece ser de las que se retractan.—La pequeña sonrisa de Jace se desvaneció al ver que a Cregan aquello no le hizo gracia.

—¿Qué fue esa escena frente al príncipe?—____ no se molestó en mirar al hombre que entraba al dormitorio.

—Esté o no él ahí, la escena se daría igual. Si me conocieras un poco sabrías que vergüenza es lo último que tengo.—acomodó unos pocos vestidos en una maleta pequeña—. Alégrate, Cregan. No volverás a verme aquí, parece que eso te molestaba.—

—Eres mi esposa.—

—Era.—

—... No puedes romper nuestro compromiso sin consultarlo conmigo antes.—

—¿Por qué? ¿Qué dirás para evitarlo? ¿Que me amas? ¿Que no podrías vivir sin mi? ¿Que me quede por los hijos que ni siquiera te has molestado en darme?—El hombre se removió incómodo, pues la lengua de la mujer era filosa. Rasgo que desconocía de ella. Uno de los tantos, en realidad—. Sigue llorando a tus esposas muertas, que la viva no llorará por ti.—tomó la maleta, mirándolo con cierto alivio—. Y la próxima vez que quieras casarte, procura pensar que la mujer tiene sentimientos también, no somos un adorno.—____ caminó hacia la entrada, pero entonces Cregan se interpuso en la puerta.

—Debiste plantearme antes estas inquietudes.—

La indignación de la mujer fue absoluta con aquello.

—No son inquietudes, son obviedades. Si plantas una flor, es sabido que debes cuidarla, regarla, que le dé el sol, que el frío no la lastime... Porque si esperas que exista sin un mínimo de atención... Eres un idiota.—

—No te ha faltado nada desde que llegaste.—

—Amor, aprecio... Aunque no lo creas, es algo necesario en un matrimonio funcional.—La chica pasó de él, saliendo del lugar.

Mientras que el pecho de la mujer se aligeraba, el de Cregan se hundía. No tanto por el sentimiento de falta, sino por las asperezas que surgirían entre las casas.

Cregan lamentaba que aquello no funcionara, pues de verdad creía que con el tiempo podía llegar a abrirse a la mujer. Pero no entendía que, asi como él esperaba que ella le tuviera paciencia, ____ se hundía en un pozo de incertidumbre y soledad.

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OK BUT CONSIDER.

Miles Morales, who presented as an alpha at thirteen just before he got his spider bite. He’s expected to bulk up, just like his dad, and hasn’t because of his Spider-Man abilities. He (and his mom) have been subjected to two years of advice from well-meaning tíos and tías, as well as some playful ribbing from older cousins. Even joining up with the Spider Society doesn’t help Miles’s dilemma; majority of the Spider-Men come from universes without the whole alpha/beta/omega dynamic and those that do usually are betas. The few alphas that do exist (Miguel, Jess, Gwen, Ben, MJ) either follow the trend of bulky alphas or can technically get away with being slimmer due to being female. It’s frustrating for Miles, who can’t be taken too seriously in his personal life without his physique being brought up and can’t be taken seriously almost at all as a Spider because of the same reason. He feels like he’s constantly trying to prove himself, especially to Miguel who didn’t really want him in the Spider Society in the first place, let alone has to deal with him now.

Enter Hobie Brown, who’s coming at the same problem from the opposite end; male omegas are already a rarity in his ‘verse, and he’d had an early presentation to boot. He has a similar issue in the Spider Society, except that he is literally the only omega Spider-Man. He’s had to fight Miguel for the similar-yet-completely-different accommodations he’d need as an omega, had to fight the other beta Spiders who had “lesser” ideologies due to how omegas were treated in their ‘verses, and has reached a point of being at peace with his designation and his lot in life as Spider-Punk.

He sees Miles’s frustration, his irritation, and though he encourages it when it’s in Miles’s favor (for example, any interaction with Miguel or Jess where Miles gets dismissed for whatever reason), he works with Miles to get him through it. They have discussions about images and designations, go over how certain aspects of the whole dynamic fit or don’t fit with their work as Spiders, and Hobie can see how Miles slowly starts to accept his alpha side.

Not quite sure of an ending for this, but I suddenly desperately would like to write it. I’ve never wanted to write an a/b/o fic ever in my entire life, do I want to write this????????????????????

[futubandera]

Pobre  Ben sabemos lo que siente, ya que todos los que estamos aquí pasamos todos los días por esto, por eso no se fruste y tire parrilla que tío Futu nos alegra el dia

[gredandforgeweatherby]

Stay With Me (I Don't Want You to Leave)

Ben Gross x reader

WC: 2k

Warnings: None

A/N: Idk why but I just wrote the reader Hispanic though it is only clear in the beginning and is not mentioned elsewhere in the story.

You and your mother had been trying to get you into boarding school for months. But not just any boarding school–Phillips Academy. Phillips Academy was only the most prestigious boarding school in the U.S. It is the oldest incorporated academy in the United States, and only has an average acceptance rate of 13%. Your mother thought that was a good selling point, though you would disagree and say it was discouraging.

Your mother was more excited than you were about the possibility of you going. She thought it would help you get into any college you wanted, and told you you needed to apply at least. While she was super excited, you were more on the fence. Yes, the opportunity to go there would be great, but you weren’t quite sure if you wanted to spend the last two years of high school away from everything you knew. Luckily it was highly improbable you would get in.

Well, as your luck would have it, you were one of the 13% that was accepted. Needless to say, your mother was ecstatic when she found out.

“Oh! Mija this is fantastic!” She practically squealed, capturing you in a tight hug in the process. “This is cause for a celebration, I’ll need to call your tías y tíos and–OH! Do you remember when Abuela will be back from vacation? I have to look at my calendar because Abuela has to be there. She would kill me if she missed it.” She paused her rambling for a second to look at you, putting her hands on your elbows affectionately. “Mija I’m so proud of you. There wasn’t a doubt in my mind that you would get in. I can’t wait for you to go and experience this.”

“Thank you, mama.” The two of you smiled at each other and hugged once more before she went back downstairs.

While your mom was over the moon with your acceptance to Phillips Academy you were not. Yes, you were very proud of yourself for getting accepted, but you weren’t quite sure if you wanted to go. Did you really want to spend the last two years of high school in Massachusetts away from everyone and everything you know? 

You were hoping that telling them friends would cause them to encourage you to stay, but it seemed they were on your mom with this one.

“Are you kidding?” Fabiola asked, “Phillips Academy is the best boarding school in the U.S. You have to go! This could work wonders for you for college.”

“What Fabiola said. I mean, can you imagine being able to tell people you went to the most prestigious boarding school the U.S. has to offer? That would be like, the sexiest thing a college could hear.” Devi added on.

You still weren’t sold on the idea.

“But, I’d be spending my last two years of high school on the opposite side of the country. Won’t you guys miss me?”

“Of course we’ll miss you,” Eleanor said, “But this could be a really great thing for you. And we all want great things for you.” Fabiola and Devi nodded.

“But,” you started, “My whole life is here. You guys, my family. I mean, what am I gonna do without you guys for junior and senior year? That’s when we were supposed to savor the time we have left together. I don’t know if I can handle only having the rest of sophomore year and the summer with you guys.

“We would have breaks to visit each other. And we could Facetime every day. Plus, we have a snap streak, and you aren’t allowed to break that or I will fly up to Massachusetts myself to smack you.” Devi put out, pointing at you.

You knew your friends were right. This was a great thing for you and not going would be stupid. But you were still on the fence. How could you just up and leave to go across the country at the end of the summer? What would you do without your family and friends?

*.·:·.☽✧    ✦    ✧☾.·:·.*

The school day had finally ended and you were at your locker gathering what you needed before you left. Just as you were closing your locker Ben came up to you.

“So, I heard that you’re going to boarding school,” he said, “Did your mother finally get tired of you?” You rolled your eyes at his poor excuse of a joke.

“No, she has not gotten tired of me. She just thinks it would look really good for me on college applications.”

“Oh, well, you’re going right?”

“I’m not sure. What are you trying to get rid of me?” You asked, mostly as a joke though there was a bit of you that was seriously asking him.

He was the one to roll his eyes this time. “I was just wondering. What school even is it anyway?”

“It’s called Phillips Academy. It's like the best boarding school the country has to offer. It educates its students for Yale.” You said.

Ben’s eyes widened slightly at what you were telling him. He couldn’t believe you weren’t sure if you were going to go.

“Are you kidding me?” he asked, “That’s amazing, you have to go.”

You sighed. It seemed like at this point everyone you asked about it was saying the exact opposite of what you wanted to hear.

“Yeah it’s great and all but I don’t know if I can go.”

“What? Why?” He questioned. 

Your shoulders slumped as you heaved another sigh. “Because I don’t know if I want to–or even can–spend my last two years of high school away from everyone and everything I know. I’m not ready to leave yet. And not only will I not be with my friends or family but I will be on the literal other side of the country. It’s not like I can take a weekend trip to visit.” You paused, slightly embarrassed that you would allow something like that to be the reason you miss out on the amazing opportunity. “I know this would be great for me but I’m not sure if I could do it.”

“Look,” Ben began, “I get it. It's scary to think about, but this would be so great for you. Not many people get this opportunity. So yeah, it’s hard at first, and maybe, in the beginning, it’s gonna suck, but I think you’ll regret it if you don’t go. You obviously worked really hard for this. You should go. You deserve it.” He was right, just like your other friends, and you knew it. This was something you worked really hard for, and to not at the very least give it a try made it feel like you wasted all that hard work on nothing. But why did Ben telling you to go crush your spirits even more than your friends?

“I guess you’re right.” You nodded.

“Yeah, I always am.” He cockily replied. You pursed your lips at his response.

*.·:·.☽✧    ✦    ✧☾.·:·.*

Summer was in full swing. You spent much of it so far spending lots of time with Devi, Fabiola, and Eleanor. Your summer ended two weeks earlier than theirs, so you would be shipping off to Massachusetts soon. 

The girls had just left a few minutes before when someone knocked on the door. You quickly got up from the couch, assuming it was one of them back because they forgot something. When you opened the door, you were met by someone you didn’t expect.

“Ben?” You questioned.

He sent you a nervous smile. “Hi, uh, sorry I know it’s kinda late, but…” he trailed off, losing his confidence more every second he stood there.

You raised your brows, “You wanna come in?” You moved out of the way and opened the door further for him to enter. He entered quietly, standing with his back to you.

“Is everything okay? You’re being kinda weird.”

He turned to you. You could see him clench his jaw and swallow before he finally spoke. “Don’t go.” You blinked in confusion, not quite sure what he was talking about right now.

Don’t go?”

“To Phillips. Don’t go.”

“Ben, you were one of the many people who told you to go.”

He quickly nodded his head. “I know, but I don’t want you to leave. You don’t need to go to a prestigious boarding school across the country to get into Yale. You don’t need them to go anywhere. You could get into whatever college you want without them. I know I told you to go but that was just so I didn’t seem selfish.” His voice quieted when he spoke next. “I would miss you too much if you went.”

You stood there surprised. Surprised that Ben came to your house just to tell you to stay. You had to admit, it was nice to have someone tell you they wanted you to stay. And it was Ben. How could you say no to him? It was heartwarming to know that he couldn’t let this go.

While you had been standing there thinking about the situation, Ben thought he had made a complete and utter ass of himself by coming there. He took your shock and silence as a bad sign.

“Y-You’re not saying anything.” He stuttered.

This caused you to come out of your shocked stupor, opening and closing your mouth trying to think of what to say.

“You don’t want me to go.” You stated. Ben shook his head. 

“I don’t want me to go either.” You revealed. “This whole summer I’ve been kinda bummed because I don’t want to go.” Ben looked at you confused. “So why were you going to?”

You shrugged, “Because everyone told me to. Everyone I asked about it told me I should go because it was such a great opportunity. My mom was so proud of me, she really wanted me to get in. I just felt like if I didn’t go I would disappoint her; I’d be throwing away this opportunity.” 

Ben stared at you with a look in his eyes you couldn’t decipher. “I don’t know how she could be disappointed,” the shake of his head was almost unnoticeable, “You were accepted into a school whose acceptance rate was 9% last year. That’s more than most can say. You work harder than even Devi sometimes, and her whole personality is crushing me academically, which she is failing at by the way.” He added, overconfidence oozing through his words. “But I meant what I said; you’re smart enough and impressive enough to get into any college on your own. You don’t need some expensive boarding school.”

The genuineness in those words made you tear up. You had never heard anyone talk about you in that way, and hearing it from Ben made it feel even better. You realized that you didn’t want to go at all. You didn’t want to leave your family, you didn’t want to leave your friends, and you especially didn’t want to leave Ben.

“I’m not going.” You quietly announced. Ben looked at you, a small smile tugging at his lips when he asked, “What?”

“I'm not going.” You announced louder, shaking your head. “I don’t want to leave and you’re right, again. I don’t need Phillips. I don’t even want to go to Yale, so why go somewhere that prepares their students for it? I wanna stay at Sherman Oaks with you and all my friends and stay here with my family.” 

Ben smiled, a laugh falling from his lips as he shook his head. “So, it was a good thing that I came here then? Because there were a few points where I thought this was an awful decision.”

You cocked your head to the side. “Oh, when was that?”

“Basically up until you said you didn’t want to go.”

“Ah.” You nodded. You and Ben stood in silence for a second before he spoke up again.

“So, I am the reason you’re staying right? I convinced you.”

Even though it was he who convinced you to stay, you were too afraid of the boost it would give his ego if you just outright confirmed it. After all, you had told him he was right two times this year. 

“Well not just you, but you were a big part of it.”

The thought of that made Ben smile. He’d take it. He knew you just didn’t want to boost his ego anyway.

[pollenallergie]

some actors i have like major crushes on… and some i just think of like the fun uncles that show up and make family gatherings actually bearable. like i am not at all attracted to these actors, they just give me big “fun at parties, but like in a paternal-adjacent kinda way” energy. a few of these actors include:

pedro pascal (massive tío energy coming from this guy. the more i learn about him, the more i begin to think that he was just born to be somebody’s like really cool uncle and then happened to become a celebrity)

ben affleck (especially after seeing the legendary dunkin fumbles and the fact that he’s just fucking incredible at communicating in spanish?? yet he’s just some white dude from boston?? like that’s so iconic of him and also incredibly uncle-coded)

bradley cooper (seems like the stoner uncle that doesn’t come around a lot, but when he does, he’s cool and like it’s always fun)

colin firth (posh spice uncle)

anthony mackie (the very definition of fun. he’s the ultimate funcle - fun uncle… but he would also [jokingly] hate when you call him that [like not really hate?? but he’d be like ‘come on, man!!’ y’know??]. absolutely gets you in trouble for laughing during some like family event or something, but he’ll always take the fall for you because funcle’s never let their niblings/nieces/nephews get in trouble, if they can help it… if they can’t, well, then they’re always there to make you laugh in the aftermath)

[cinemaslife]

#148 El Regreso de Mary Poppins (2018)

Mary Poppins (Emily Blunt) llega otra vez a la vida de la familia Banks en el momento preciso, Michael (Ben Whishaw) y Jane (Emily Mortimer) Banks, siguen unidos como hermanos, sobre todo, cuando Michael pierde a su esposa un año antes y se queda solo con sus tres hijos: Georgie, Annabel y John. Los hermanos Banks van a perder su casa familiar por retrasarse en el pago de la hipoteca y que ahora el banco está más interesado en quedarse la casa que en que los hermanos Banks puedan pagar.

William Weatherall (Colin Firth) ha sustituido a su tío como jefe del banco y está interesado en quitarle a los hermanos Banks su casa familiar, a las espaldas de Michael trama todo lo necesario para hacerlo y que él no se dé cuenta, pese a que sus hijos dudan directamente de él.

Mary Poppins llega para traer buenos recuerdos a los hermanos y hacerse cargo de los hijos de Michael, lo que al principio les cuesta, pero luego se adaptan perfectamente a ella y a Jack (Lin-Manuel Miranda) que trabaja como sereno. El cual encaja perfectamente con Jane Banks.

Las aventuras continúan en la vida de los niños, donde Mary consigue que las cosas tediosas del día sean unos momentos inolvidables que forme parte de la mente de los niños de por años, pero tal y como ella dice, hasta que se hagan mayores, porque los adultos lo olvidan todo.

Los hermanos Banks buscan los papeles que atribuyan, que poseen letras del banco de alto valor en el banco y podrán pagar la deuda directa sobre la casa, pero pese a que la buscan por todos lados, encontrando recuerdos valiosos, haciendo las aventuras más memorables.

Gracias a Mary, los niños viven su infancia de forma plena, y mientras Michael y Jane pueden poner la casa patas arriba para poder salvar su casa familiar, y aunque les dan hasta el viernes a media noche, les resulta imposible hacerse cargo de los pagos.

En sus aventuras van a ver a la prima de Mary, Topsy (Meryl Streep) que se muestra amable y dispuesta a ayudarles.

Georgie, el hijo menor, encuentra una vieja cometa y unos dibujos antiguos de su padre, y decide usar ese dibujo para arreglar la cometa antigua de su padre. Michael, abrumado, se encuentra en la misma circunstancias que su padre años atrás, dándose cuenta de que sus hijos le molestan y le hacen perder los nervios y no se reconoce. Por eso, cuando se alegra de que Georgie haya arreglado la cometa, se da cuenta de que el dibujo estaba dibujado encima de los papeles que buscaban.

Buscan a William para poder saldar su deuda en el banco, pero lo cierto es que como no está interesado en que recuperen su casa, hace todas las triquiñuelas posibles para que pierdan y casi lo logra si no llega a ser por el tio de William, que vuelve a su puesto, Sr. Dawes Jr (Dick Van Dyke)

Los Banks recuperan su casa, gracias al Sr. Dawes y su amabilidad, y el recuerdo de las dos libras que Michael guardó en una cuenta que da por saldada el crédito sobre la casa. Por lo que todo acaba bien, todos son felices, y Mary Poppins tiene que volver a desaparecer, prometiendo volver.

[tera-david-bytes-2005]

He estado pensando en hacer unos cuantos Sketches sobre la Lena de mi AU del Affinity AU, pero como Mobox ya le va a aplicar unos cambios, aparte que compliqué de una la historia que quería hacer con conexiones multiversales a otra historia que finalmente no creo que pueda contar en un futuro cercano, he decidido aplicar una especie de Flashpoint y hacer unos Sketches de Lena y sus amigos de esta línea temporal con como una especie de reinicio suave.

Cómo siempre, Melanie, Logan y Lena le pertenecen a @/mobox87 y esto no busca quitarle valor al comic original. Y por supuesto todos los derechos de Fnaf se le acreditan a Scott Cawthon.

Les pongo un reto, adivinen qué película vieron. Estaban los amigos en acabando de ver una película. Cuidado con los Spoilers, aunque creo que los que le tuvieron pocas esperanzas ya la han visto pirata.

Lena: "Y... ¿Eso fue todo?"

Logan: "La verdad ya quería que se acabara"

Lena: "Yo también, pero... ¿Realmente pasó algo en la película?"

Melanie: *se frota los ojos* "Si, tengo tanto sueño que cuando ví lo rápido que todas se encariñaron, pensé que me había quedado dormida. ¿Siquiera iba a aparecer el Hombre Araña tal cual?"

Nills: "¡Sí, ni siquiera son capaces de mencionar su nombre! ¡Y no paramos de ver a su madre y a Ben por toda la película!"

Logan: "¡Y ni siquiera vimos a las protagonistas con poderes excepto por Cassandra!"

Nills: "¡¿Y encima se salvaron por el poder de la Pepsi?!"

Lena: "La misma Pepsi que meten de anuncio en el la reunión del inicio."

Nills: "Si no iba a aparecer el Hombre Araña, al menos traigan a Pepsi-Woman."

Ese último comentario si que les hizo reír a carcajadas a todos en la sala.

Nills: "Y luego Pepsi-Woman aparece frente a Ben y le dice: 'Sé que te mueres por ser tío, pero al menos disfruta de una antes de serlo'"

Las risas incrementaron aún más antes de que todos allí se calmaran un poco

Melanie: *parando de reír* "Chicos, lo siento mucho por haberles hecho ver esta película."

Lena: "No pasa nada, al menos pudimos pasarla bien esta noche."

Logan: "Sí, y al menos no tenemos que verla otra vez" *se ríe un poco*

[raiquen]

Reseña: Spiderman, Poder y Responsabilidad (2001-2002) Bill Jemas, Brian M. Bendis, Mark Bagley, Art Thibert, Steve Buccellato, Marie Javins

Mi Reseña en un Tweet:

Me lo compré solo porque estaba barato: la edición es hermosa y la calidad de impresión es espectacular Es su historia de origen con detalles raros (me copó su tía May) Fui juntando momentos homoeróticos o diseños particulares (ese Green Goblin mamadísimo es certainly a choice)

Mi Reseña Completa:

Este es el primer tomo de la colección Marvel Ultimate de (otra vez) Editorial Salvat. Por supuesto, para enganchar a los coleccionistas, el primero es más barato y como parecían ser historias que comenzaban y arrancaban en un miso tomo, lo compré (también el segundo, de X-Men, pero no creo comprar más).

La presentación es fantástica: tapa dura, con detalles en dorado y acabado brillante; páginas completas a todo color en papel couché brillo. Los fascículos que componen el tomo están separados por las portadas originales y a veces páginas con diseño geométrico, complementan bien el forro interno de la portada.

En este primer tomo, se recopila la historia de origen del Spiderman de Peter Parker para el universo Ultimate (Ultimate Spider-Man #1 a #13 y 1/2), un reinicio que hicieron a comienzos del nuevo milenio para que le fuera más fácil a las nuevas generaciones poder arrancar a leer cómics de Marvel, que habían acumulado un gran catálogo de lectura obligatoria para poder entender bien qué estaba pasando. Quizás también buscaban hacerlo más "relatable":

Con trama de Bill Jemas, la historia destaca, y no siempre en un buen sentido, por decisiones raras sobre los personajes a involucrar en las primeras semanas de Peter como Spiderman. La que más me llamó la atención fue el Green Goblin:

Después aparecen también Kingpin, Electro y Iron Fist (más como un cameo el último, pero igual), de los que solo el segundo se me hizo un personaje típico de Spiderman.

No puedo juzgar la historia en el vacío porque es una historia que ya vi varias veces: el origen de Spider-Man, la muerte del tío Ben, los primeros pasos como héroe, su relación con la tía May y con MJ. Agradezco los momentos de fan-service y homoerotismo.

Las ilustraciones me gustaron, y el trabajo de los coloristas está bien logrado.

6.5/10.

Mis otras lecturas del 2023.

[agendaculturaldelima]

#ProyeccionDeVida

🎬 “MADAME WEB” 👩🕷🕸️🔮

🔎 Género: Fantástico / Acción / Ciencia Ficción / Viajes en el tiempo / Superhéroes / Cómic / Marvel Comics

⌛️ Duración: 116 minutos

✍️ Guión: Matt Sazama y Burk Sharpless

📕 Historia: Kerem Sanga

🗯 Argumento: Cassandra Webb es una paramédica en Manhattan que podría tener habilidades clarividentes. Obligada a enfrentarse a sucesos que se han revelado de su pasado, crea una relación con tres jóvenes destinadas a tener un futuro poderoso... si consiguen sobrevivir a un presente mortal.

👥 Reparto: Sydney Sweeney (Julia Carpenter), Dakota Johnson (Madame Web), Isabela Moner (Anya Corazon), Emma Roberts (Mary Parker), Celeste O'Connor (Spider-Woman), Tahar Rahim (Ezekiel Sims) y Adam Scott (Tío Ben).

📢 Dirección: S.J. Clarkson

© Productoras: Sony Pictures, Columbia Pictures & Marvel Entertainment

💻 Distribuidora: Sony Pictures

🌎 País: Estados Unidos

📅 Año: 2024

📌 ESTRENO:

📆 Miércoles 14 de Febrero

📽 Cartelera Nacional: Cineplanet / Cinemark Perú / Cinépolis / Multicines Cinestar / Movie Time Premium.

[nevenkebla]

Parte de una familia

Autores: Stan Lee y Jack Kirby Publicación original: Fantastic Four (Vol. 1) #94

— Ben Grimm: Así que finalmente habéis elegido un nombre para el nene, ¿eh? ¿Qué tal si ponéis al corriente al viejo Benjy? — Reed Richards: Hemos decidido llamarle Franklin… ¡Como su abuelo! — Susan Storm: ¡Papá se hubiera sentido tan orgulloso! ¡Ojalá estuviera vivo para verlo! — Johnny Storm: Franklin B. Richards. Bueno, es mejor que cerilla… ¡O estirado! — Crystal: ¿Por qué no lo coges, Ben? ¡Mira cómo alarga la mano hacia ti! — Ben Grimm: ¡Ah, ya sabes que los niños no me van mucho! — Johnny Storm: ¿Pasa algo, Ben? ¡Pareces desilusionado! — Ben Grimm: ¡Leches, no! ¿Qué va a pasar? ¡Así que por fin escogisteis un nombre! ¡Pues vale! ¿Queréis que os dé una medalla? — Reed Richards: Por cierto, Sue… ¿Mencionaste el significado de la inicial de su segundo nombre? — Susan Storm: ¡Qué tonta soy! ¡Se me debe haber olvidado! Su segundo nombre, por supuesto, es… ¡Benjamin! — Ben Grimm: ¡BENJAMIN! ¡ESE SOY YO! Vamos… ¡Ven con tu tío Benjy! ¡Cuchi cuchi! ¡Cuchi cuchi! — Susan Storm: ¡Creí que los niños no te iban mucho, Ben! — Ben Grimm: ¡Leches! ¡Eso era antes de conocer su nombre! Nadie… nunca… ¡Le había dado mi nombre a nada! De repente… me siento parte… de una familia… ¡Y no de un condenado circo!

[seekerart616]

mi version de spider man:relaciones y posición

su relación con otros héroes

bueno puede que no guarde rencores pero tampoco significa que el olvide todo eso, de manera que ese sentimiento amargo podría seguir hay por ejemplo con lo paso con tony en la civil war eso jamas lo olvido peter de forma que si podría hacer las paces con tony pero no esperaría que vuelva a confiar en el, al menos no así de fácil e incluso llegaría un momento donde lo confronte poniéndole un alto y le diga todas sus verdades

de su vida sentimental

ok se que es algo bueno que peter busque más que solo una relación física sino más una conexión sentimental pero siento que no siempre es necesario eso haber no digo que sea un mujeriego como los de marvel sino más bien que como la vida de los héroes es una de las más estresantes del mundo tener aventuras de una noche o ligues para poder librarse de algo de ese estrés no es malo ya que no siempre es obligado que con cada chica que estés tiene que volverse tu novia

por ejemplo que en una misión se terminó acostando con elektra ok lo hizo y al dia siguiente los dos siguen con sus vidas sin problemas y eso todos y si quieren repetirlo que lo hagan y no hay una necesidad de que se vuelva pareja por eso

de su amistades o con los personajes de apoyo

pues si peter tiene el nakama power pero no como en los shonen sino que el caso es que peter aprende de sus amistades y esos conocimientos,lecciones y experiencias que han compartido con peter también influyen en la forma de ser de peter ya que es bien sabido que uno de los muchos punto fuertes de peter son los personajes de apoyo que peter tiene por ejemplo el comic donde peter y hawkeye hicieron equipo el comics es Avenging Spider-Man (2011) #4 el comic creo que lo narran por youtube o al menos una parte importante de la historia

de su relación con sus hermanos se cuidan la espalda mutuamente peter siempre estará dispuesto a salvarlos a toda costas

de su posición en el equipo peter no le suele tomar el lugar de líder prefiere ser mas el cerebro del grupo aunque si la situación lo amerita dará lo mejor que de si aunque sus inseguridades lo podría poner en conflicto

como maestro es algo delicado para el debido a sus conflictos internos haciéndolo dudar en ocasiones pero siempre dara el mejor esfuerzo para estar a la altura

De su posición económica

haber peter tiene un tipo de trauma de usar sus poderes para beneficio propio debido a lo que pasó cuando los uso para ganar dinero y la muerte del tío ben y su trabajo de fotógrafo (es chistoso que su sueldo era por tomarse selfies) era para no tener un horario fijo y tener más tiempo para ser spiderman

yo lo que modificaría haciendo que peter también fuera como un fotoperiodista o reportero como su versión noir fuera de eso también pueda haber pedido empleos temporales con los héroes de alquiler y sí sé que eso contradice lo que dije antes pero digo que eso último fuera más una última alternativa de obtener ingresos para poder llegar a fin de mes aunque también tiene la opción de vender algunos inventos o patentes,ser tutor,etc

sobre el tema de las industrias parker seré franco por mucho que me guste el peter CEO, en los fic lo llevan al extremo ademas de como dan slott lo hizo no se sintió como si peter de verdad se lo hubiera ganado y si soy sincero hacer eso puede llegar a traer complicaciones aunque eso depende mucho el tipo de historia del que se trate, lo que quiero decir es creo que sea mejor que su compañía empezará de a poco a poco en lugar de ser un imperio corporativo (esto lo digo para que se mostrará el desarrollo de esa compañía y ver como crece) digo que peter no tiene que ser el próximo bruces wayne pero al menos estar subiendo en la escala corporativa lento pero seguro,tambien le pudo haber pedido consejo legales a matt o jen sobre esas cosa y de consejo para ser un ceo creo que necesito opciones además de tony stark aunque de decir un trabajo no tan grande podría ser profesor de alguna universidad

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Mini shots HOTD (Oscar, Addam, Jace)

Masterlist de mi autoría

Contenido: Shots cortitos de personajes variados.

Parte 2

Oscar: *el nuevo lord Tully había convocado a los señores de Riverlands a Raventree por pedido de Daemon, y por si ya no estaba bastante nervioso, ver a cierta lady entre la multitud terminó de desorientarlo*

—Lo hiciste bastante bien.—

Oscar miró a la chica que se acercaba a él con una leve sonrisa, se paró firme enseguida.

—Buenas tardes, ____... ¡Señorita!... ¡Milady!—cerró los ojos por un segundo, sintiéndose tonto.

—____ esta bien, somos amigos después de todo.—

¿Lo eran?

Oscar había conocido a la chica por su hermano Kermit y su mejor amigo Ben. El par de adolescentes iba a todos lados juntos, y para coronar el grupo, la joven de hermosa sonrisa. Los tres eran inseparables, y por eso cierto día Oscar se topó con ella. Se enamoró a primera vista.

Pero ante los ojos de ____, Oscar siempre sería el hermano pequeño de Kermit. Y el niño temía que eso nunca cambiara.

—¿A qué... Viniste?—

—Ah, mi abuela esta algo enferma, y como soy la heredera, vine a cubrir su lugar.—____ quitó aquel broche dorado de su vestido y se lo extendió—. La casa Waves esta a su servicio... Milord.—Oscar tomó la pequeña flor de loto con cuidado, como si le hubiese dado un tesoro—. Ir a una guerra... Suena divertido. Por cierto, ése era tío de Benny ¿Crees que le agrade ver que mataste a su familia?—

Lejos de asimilar el obvio problema que tendría con Benjicot, Oscar estaba preocupado por otra cosa.

—... No me gustaría incluirte en la batalla de ser posible.—____ lo miró confundida ante su repentina negativa.

—¿Por qué no? Soy una arquera increíble.—

—No quiero que salgas lastimada.—

—¿Tú irás?—

—Eso corresponde.—

—En ese caso tú no deberías tampoco, podrías salir lastimado.—

—¿porque soy pequeño?—

—¿Y yo? ¿por ser mujer?—lo miró divertida.

—N-no, no es por eso. Yo-

—Vamos juntos, Oscar Tully.—acunó su mejilla con cariño—. Yo te cubriré la espalda y tú cubrirás... Mis tobillos, enano.—pellizcó su mejilla.

—... ¿Tratas de enano a tu lord?—

—No~ trato de bajito a un amigo... Milord.—hizo una vaga reverencia antes de comenzar a alejarse.

Esa tarde, al volver a su hogar, Oscar le consultó a sus consejeros qué tan posible era conseguir la mano de la joven sonriente.

Ya no era un deseo, era una necesidad.

Addam: *cuando el bastardo fue invitado a Dragonstone, no solo quedó fascinado por la fortaleza, sino también por la joven que le enseñaba alto valyrio*

—¿Lo repites?—

—¿Qué cosa?—____ miró al joven a su lado, quien la miró con una tonta sonrisa.

—¿Me esta escuchando, señor?—

—Cada palabra, señorita... ¿cómo se dice "eres hermosa" en alto valyrio?—La chica sonrió apenas.

—Bruma es macho, dígale que es hermoso.—

—Ah, es que pensaba decírselo a una persona, no al dragón.—

—¿A quién?—

—Secreto.—

—Bueno, mientras no sea alguien de la fortaleza... Están terminantemente prohibidas las relaciones sentimentales entre miembros de Dragonstone. Se los destierra.—El chico borró su sonrisa enseguida, sintiendo el terror de haberse metido en problemas. ____ no tardó en reír por lo bajo—. Solo lo molestaba, señor... Creo que una frase muy bonita que decirle a una persona querida es..  "Ñuho prūmiā iksā"*—

—¿Y que significa?—

—Sigamos estudiando y lo sabrá.—

Addam sonrió enseguida, y ____ sintió que era la sonrisa más bella que había visto en su vida.

(Estás en mi corazón*)

Jace: *cuando la bastarda reclamó a la joven dragona Lemillia, Jace se sintió sumamente ofendido, y no tardó en reclamarle a su madre*

—¿Ahora los plebeyos reclaman dragones?—

____, quien había estado hablando con la reina, volteó al escuchar aquello.

—Necesitamos jinetes, ahora tenemos una. Valiente y predispuesta a servir en la causa.—Rhaenyra miró a la joven.

—Que no le preocupe mi situación de pobre plebeya, príncipe.—soltó con sarcasmo—. Estoy aquí para servir, y para cuidar de Lia... no quiero que me aparten de ella.—

—... Los bastardos no deberían reclamar nada.—la chica resopló con gracia.

—Irónico ¿No?—Jace se acercó a la joven, quien no se sintió intimidada para nada—. ¿Mi cabello castaño ondulado no es de Targaryen? ¿Mis ojos negros? ¿Son requisitos claves?—Jace se desinfló enseguida—. Bueno, a usted no parece afectarle.—

—Suficiente.—Rhaenyra intervino al ver que los chicos se alteraban con todo eso—. ____, puedes ir a descansar. Mañana empezarás con tus clases de idioma.—

—Gracias por todo, mi reina.—____ hizo una reverencia—.  ¿Podría ver a Lia un ratito? Hoy no la vi por estar entrenando.—

Rhaenyra miró a su hijo, y decidió hacer algo arriesgado.

—Jace ¿Podrías acompañarla?—el chico no contestó—. Por favor...—rodó los ojos, asintiendo desganado.

El camino fue incómodo, ninguno decía nada y el silencio era horrible. Cuando llegaron a la fosa, Jace se mantuvo atrás, y la joven avanzó hasta el final de la pasarela. Tarareaba una suave melodía, y suaves silbidos terminaron por resonar en el lugar. Entonces apareció.

La elegante criatura amarillenta surgió de la oscuridad, acercándose enseguida a la chica. ____ acarició su hocico con un amor infinito, y Jace pensaba en cómo pudieron llegar a esa afinidad en los breves días que llevaban conociéndose.

—Sé lo que piensa, príncipe.—____ volteó hacia Jace, quien comenzó a acercarse a ella—. Pobres bastardos plebeyos reclamando dragones... Arruinaremos la imagen de su casa... Y por un lado, es un punto válido.—Le dio espacio para que acariciara a la dragona—. ¿Teme que alguno de nosotros intentemos reclamar el trono?—Jace, quien estaba enfocado en el dragón, la miró—. Por mi parte eso no pasará... Conozco mi lugar. Y es junto a Lia, sirviendo a su madre... Y posteriormente a usted, cuando ascienda al trono.—sonrió apenas—. Cuando aprenda a ser una jinete, claro. De momento solo puedo ofrecerle mis servicios de costurera... ¿Quiere un nuevo traje?—Jace no pudo evitar reir, y la situación entre ambos se sintió más liviana.

—Ya veo porqué Lemillia te eligió.—

—¿Por ser la bastarda de la bastarda de tu bisabuelo?—lo miró divertida, alzando las cejas.

—Porque eres una buena persona... Una que no merecía mi desprecio. Lo lamento.—

—No se preocupe, entiendo su frustración... ¿amigos?—le extendió la mano, pero entonces dudó—. ¿Es legal tocar su mano? ¿O perderé la cabeza por siquiera intentarlo?—Jace sonrió, y estrechó la mano ajena. Era suave. Cálida.

—Amigos...—

Aunque tal vez no por mucho tiempo...