What’s Up Danger?

It's ya boy Benjamin Parker 🕷

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By Susan Blase

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We are Venom! I haven’t drawn this guy in a long time :)

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fryingpansftw​:

“What makes you think I wanted it to be a date?” he asked, sipping his drink and wrinkling his nose at the sting for a moment before settling into the sweet, oaky flavor. “No, no kissing, shut up. Not that…” Okay, fine, it was time to confess, he supposed. “Not that I didn’t want to kiss her. Because I did. Want to. Ugh.”

“Well, Gayle does have a way of making us do menial labor so she doesn’t have to pay full price,” Rider laughed as he sat back and swirled his glass a bit, making him feel somewhat like a villain from a Bond flick. He raised a brow about ‘Alejandro’ and the fact that he was now in on the secret. “Good thing I approve of your, ahem, boyfriend, then, or I might have to kick your ass,” he joked with a sly grin to his best friend.

“You wanted to?!” Ben said overly excited by that. He wouldn’t be the one to spill the beans to Brooke, but at least he was in on the secret. He knew there was something between them! “I bet you she wanted to too,” Ben instigated, out of the kindness in his heart. 

He laughed. Any way Aunt Gayle could get out of paying, she used Ben and Rider as her worker bee boys. Oddly, despite their characteristics of goofing of, the pair worked exceptionally well together. Hard workers, determined, and knew when to joke around and when to keep their heads down and work diligently. 

It dawned on Ben that Rider may have actually followed through with his snooping Town Hall meeting. “So you uh, you went? Pretty dreamy, huh?” He could feel his cheeks blushing. Ben wasn’t familiar with this fluttering warmth in the pit of him, but he never wanted it to leave. “I think it’s safe to call him a boyfriend now. No more friendboy escapades. Except I’m still nervous I’m gonna do something goofy to mess it up. But he seemed to take the magic bits fairly well, all things considered.” 

Ben remembered how difficult it was to confide his secrets in both Brooke and Rider, showing them both within a week of each other. But Rider had been the first of his friends to share that with. “You’ll always be my first though, pal.” He ruffled Rider’s head of hair, making a mess of it. “You two plan anything? WITHOUT ME.”

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fryingpansftw​:

“Operation …?  - You dick.”

“It went… great. I mean, half of the shit I had was for all three of us, but, you know. We managed.” He swallowed hard, remembering how much he’d wanted to kiss Brooke - not that Ben needed that admission. He was not getting that satisfaction.

“Hey, now! No need to call me a dick. I was just trying to help a guy out!” Ben dipped down onto the couch, snagging his favorite corner seat, per usual. “Okay... so? What was so great about it? You smooch already? Get a little handsy?”

“You don’t gotta get too detailed.” Ben offered, but he would gladly take whatever Rider wanted to share. He imagined the alcohol would easily assist. He took a swig from his own, kicking up his feet. “I had to help Gayle move some stuff the other day. Alejandro helped. WELL, he brought the drinks. And he watched.” Which sent waves through him. He felt so much better after telling Kuzco his secret. “Kept Gayle ocupado while I focused. You know how she likes to talk your ear off, like that time we had to build her deck. Cause we were qualified carpenters.” Ben laughed at the thought. 

“OH YEAH,” he gently slapped Rider in the gut. “ I told him. Showed him, more so.”

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“Would you care to hear about our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ?” Rider asked with a laugh as Ben opened his front door. He held up a bottle of bourbon - he wasn’t familiar, really, since beer was usually his drink of choice, but the guy at the store recommended it. “You missed the painting-palooza so I brought the party to you, fam.”

[neighborhoodxwebhead]

“OH-- boy. You bring me booze AND Jesus?” Ben said as he ushered the other in. The painting palooza mention brought a quirky smile to his face. “Operation date night!” Ben exclaimed. 

“How did that go?” He asked, plucking the bottle from Rider’s hand and poured them two tumblers. “Sorry I couldn’t make it, I was a little tied up.” He lied. Though he was kinda busy spending time with Aunt Gayle and Kuzco. That furniture wasn’t going to move itself. “Real BUMMER.”

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xboomxbaby​:

“Pushing it to almost ninety minutes? I don’t think so,” he warned, pulling Ben inside by his shirt, giving him a proper, ahem, greeting. The two day break had felt like a lifetime, which meant a quick detour before getting down to business. He would apologize for being aggressive but he knew there was no need, and hopefully no harm done to Ben’s head for slamming him back against the door so aggressively. Again, doubtful.

“Thought you were blowing me off but I knew that was impossible, not with our plan,” he spoke after god knows how long, wiping at his mouth and tossing him a look over his shoulder as he walked into the kitchen. Sure, they had a plan, but did Kuzco know what that plan mainly consisted of? No, he had no goddamn clue. His thoughts had been racing since Ben had told him tonight, tonight was the night. Weeks of hints, bringing it up only to quickly change the subject, being made to promise not to be afraid- he was at a loss. 

For now he was writing it off as Ben anxiety, as he liked to call it: things only Ben Parker worried about that no one else would ever consider a problem. Still, he was feeling what was probably closest to nervous, which wasn’t an emotion Kuzco experienced much. The little help from the green would do them both good, grabbing it from the drawer furthest from the stove, his little hiding spot.

“No backing out on me, Benji.” He sat and looked at him, sensing the apprehension, squeezing his knee in comfort and assurance, not wanting to scare him off with too long of a glance or something, focusing instead on packing the bowl they were sharing; give his hands something to do. “By the way, a package came for you… here. At this address. I don’t care.. just was surprised to see something with your name on it.” He grabbed a lighter, a smirk on his face. “You wanna tell me something?”

"A package? I never--” Ben started, as though he hadn’t ordered anything. Which of course was just a big, filthy lie. “Come to think of it, I might have ordered something. Several somethings.” 

For a guy who claimed to have a photographic memory, he sure had a way of conveniently forgetting some important details. “I forgot, --what I ordered. So weird how that works. Few hits and you just, off--” he gestured to his head, making the sound of an explosion. “I don’t know, I just know stuff gets stolen at my place. Sometimes they don’t leave it in those cluster boxes with the other mail. They’ll leave it at the doorstep? And usually it’s not even the right apartment. And over here, you basically have neighborhood watch. I figured I’d, ya know, intercept it before you got ahold of it. Not my best effort.” He nodded, hoping Kuzco didn’t spoil things by opening anything.

Ben relaxed into the seat, feeling a little more calm than when he first knocked on the door. Something about smoking really took the edge off,--but it didn’t reel back the questions. If anything, he could feel himself flooded with even more. Only, with a more elevated headspace, there was a little more of a filter in the way. “I’ll show you what’s in the package on your B-DAY, boy-o.” Ben insisted, leaving the glass piece on the table, clutching the lighter as he mindlessly flicked it. 

“I wanna show you something,” he said after a few long minutes of inner contemplation. Hesitation seemed a bit foolish. There was still a part of him that hoped his little ‘trick of the web’ wasn’t going to weird Kuzco out. And that was only one of the things he’d been working on. Then, of course there was the matter of climbing walls. Which, the more he thought about it, reminded him of the spider crawling scene from the Exorcist. Not the way he wanted to portray himself-- AT ALL. “I’m just saying that it’s all an illusion.” He prefaced with a bold face lie, waving his fingers like it was hoo-doo. 

There was some stage fright, naturally, having him pause on the theatrics. “Okay-- wait. First, what do you think I can do? If you haaad to take a guess, considering ALL of the hints I’ve dropped for you over the past few weeks. Just think.” Ben ordered, like it was a simple solution. He thought as hard as he could, the words: spiderweb, spider-boy, spider-monkey, spider spider SPIDER, -- as though all of those would somehow be delivered through the airwaves. And in this shared state of mind they were in, a part of him thought it could be possible... Maybe.

“It’s gotta do with something in my closet. Not the metaphorical closet. And... I’ve mentioned, what? You mentioned SOMETHING that’s basically right on par with what I’m about to show you!-- Hint: has something to do with my wrists.” Organically produced webs, just like his father. He held out his right wrist for Kuzco to examine. Nothing out of the ordinary, save for a couple scrapes he got earlier that day, wrestling with the laundromat washer door. 

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seniorwoodchuckduck​:

“Easy, easy, young grasshopper,” Huey laughed as they made their way toward the trail, hoisting his trail pack up on his shoulders. “Dragons, like literal, Chinese godlike dragons. We accidentally summoned it with a gong. Uncle Scrooge was… not happy. At first. Then he was ecstatic. He was thrilled to go adventuring again, after having retired from it for a while. But, yeesh, so many stories.”

He recounted many tales from their family adventures as the hike progressed, never the whole story, but enough to whet the kid’s appetite for more. “Now we of Clan McDuck,” he said in a faux Scottish accent, “have a deal with the Pines’ family - they exhibit some of our… lesser than evil pieces, and we vault some of the more deadly ones. It’s sort of a win-win.”

Ben did his best to contain his excitement. To cap a lid on it was like trying to stop the explosive caffeinated drink from busting out the top. He tried to play it cool, swiping back his hair as he LISTENED. Listening without interruption. A challenge in itself.

Only once Huey was finished speaking did Ben interject, catching up to walk beside him on the seemingly narrow trail. Truthfully there was less room for him than he thought, as they pair continued to walk like their shoulders were conjoined. “So that stuff at the Mystery Shack is real? And then there’s worse?” Yes, Benjamin, that was what he said. He could practically see Kuzco rolling his eyes, as Ben would have argued he was listening. Truly listening. “What’s a god-dragon like anyways? Is it big and monstrous? Like hundreds of feet tall! You guys live crazy lives! I’m super jealous. I wish I could see something out of the ordinary.” He said, beginning to walk through the foliage beside the trail. He needed to give the other some space. Twigs continued to gather in the young man’s mess of hair as they carried on foot.

“The most I’ve seen was this guy my dad used to call the Sandman. Not like the scary tale. But he was scary. Convicted criminal. Guess it’s not exactly a creepy dragon or centaur, but...” He did allegedly kill his namesake.

”Weird stuff,” Ben quickly moved past it. “What else uh... what’s some of these deadly things you’ve got hidden away? Could I see ‘em sometime?”