#spiderled

[sangelune]

STOP TRYING TO HACK MY SUIT.

   “oh  -  ho.  don't  you  wish  i  would,  papi?”  her  words  are  followed  with  a  snicker,  before  she  reaches  out  to  run  nails  along  his  suit,  watching  it  ripple  at  the  contact.  “you.  are.  far.  too.  much.  fun.”  each  word  punctuated  by  a  touch  to  the  suit,  watching  it  flicker  in  and  out  of  vision.  “actually.  your  fashion  is  kind  of  shit.”  she  steps  back,  eyeing  it  up  and  down  before  raising  her  hand  threateningly. 

   “you'd  look  so  much  better  in  purple.  i  can  help  with  that.”

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@spiderled cont;;

His body glitches, blackened with white swirls as it darts between the colors briefly before returning to 'normal'. He needs to find another Super Collider… But first, he's got to deal with this muscular spider. Sighing out when the other seems to CLAW his way up a building, the Spot wonders if he realizes how much property damage he's causing. Does it matter in a hero and supervillain fight? Who comes and repairs all of it anyway? So many questions but hardly the time to get them all answered. When the man spouts out his response, his stance shrinks a bit before he chuckles almost forcibly.

"Now see, maybe you should you know take some advil- an ice pack. I'm not really used to these more serious fights? Come to think of it that hole was supposed to put you in the water over there... Ah well, I'm just going to have to get better at this."

At being called Cabron, the man's shoulders sag then as he approaches. "You sound really angry, that was Spanish, right? Let's try this again." Summoning a hole above his hand, he pitches it like a baseball to try and get the man into it.

"Let's get you COOLED off!"

[lyrates]

❝  give  me  one  good  movie  kiss  and  𝗶'𝗹𝗹  𝗯𝗲  𝗮𝗹𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁.  ❞

lyric starter call ( x ) // ft @spiderled // nobody - mitski

[onlaced]

@spiderled ;; why are you talking about me? you can just ask me yourself. quit talking about me.

❝ ... are you a vampire ? ❞

[onlaced]

@spiderled​​​​​​ said :

"your spanish is terrible."  miguel says with a scowl,  crimson gaze glaring down at the kid with distaste.  "necesitas un maestro."  not that he's offering himself to be a teacher--  it's a simple statement and criticism.

        UNPROMPTED. // ACCEPTING.

❝ ahh, come on, no está tan... malo. ❞ he says, an awkward smile on his face as he speaks to the head spider. hand on his hips as he leans forward -- yeah, he really did need to study harder at his spanish.

❝unless you're offering to teach me ? actually, scratch that -- i bet you're a terrible teacher ! ❞

[finalslay]

@spiderled / continued from x

the thing is, working with someone else is not the bat's style. it never has been. it's easier to do it alone, to just deal with his own messes — the others who patrol city streets, who fight crime in their own ways, have never been a blip on his radar. not really. of course bruce knows about them ; he makes it his business to learn whatever he can. but, there'd never been any need to engage. just observing was more than enough. but then he'd seen that fight during a patrol, seen spider-man and the way he'd been almost brought down, and stepping in had been second nature. good thing too, he thinks, judging by the other's state. “ what exactly is it? ” the truth of the matter is that he doesn't think spider-man is capable of going back into the fray just yet — hypocritical words coming from a man who forces himself to fight even on the brink of death, but still. sliding into the driver's seat of the batmobile, he turns to face the other, adding, “ tell me exactly what's going on, and then maybe i can come up with a plan. because right now? right now, i was just trying to stop you from getting yourself killed. simple as that. ” spider-man has no reason to necessarily trust the bat — but desperate times call for desperate measures. a pause, followed by, “ you need those injuries patched up, too. ”

[lyrates]

ㅤ❝  just  squeeze  my  ass  and  tell  me  everything  will  be  okay.  ❞

𝗜𝗧  𝗚𝗢𝗘𝗦  𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗨𝗧  𝗦𝗔𝗬𝗜𝗡𝗚  𝗦𝗛𝗘'𝗦  𝗦𝗧𝗨𝗡𝗡𝗘𝗗,  only  for  a  fraction  of  a  second,  a  beat  to  process  before  that  mischievous  smirk  of  hers  starts  to  tug  at  her  lips and her shoulders bounce in a shrug,  ❝  𝘚𝘜𝘙𝘌  𝘛𝘏𝘐𝘕𝘎.  ❞

there's  enough  sense  in  her  to  know  he's  not  totally  serious,  but  if  he  could  be  cheeky  (  𝘏𝘈!  )  so  could  she--  besides,  who  can  pass  up  an  opportunity  like  that?  not  her,  not  today.  heels  clack  and  echo  as  she  takes  just  a  few  steps  forward,  an  ai  on  a  mission.  there's  no  reticence  to  be  seen  as  she  reaches  her  hand  out,  making  sure  to  give  his  butt  a  smack  before  grabbing  hold.  the  smile's  all  but  snaked  its  way  onto  her  face,  a  raised  eyebrow  topping  off  her  amused  look,  ❝  everything  will  be  okay.  promise.  ❞  and  she'll  squeeze  (  𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵  𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦  𝘩𝘦  𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘥  )  and  she'll  offer  up  a  wink,  letting  go  in  a  flash  and  clasping  her  hands  together  in  front  of  her,  ❝  gotta  admit,  it's  not  the  kinda  pep  talk  i  thought  you'd  ask  for.  but  i  hope  it  helped.  ❞

ft. @spiderled

[chmerical-a]

the scowl on miguel's face is everlasting as crimson eyes glance over at lyla and then back at the multiple screens set up before him. "you don't have anyone else to go bother?" maybe his words are harsh, but it's clear he's trying to be angrier than he actually is. right now... he actually doesn't mind her company here with him, pretend as he may otherwise.

𝗔𝗠𝗨𝗦𝗘𝗗  𝗦𝗠𝗜𝗟𝗘'𝗦  𝗗𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗜𝗡𝗚  𝗔𝗧  𝗛𝗘𝗥  𝗟𝗜𝗣𝗦,  a  flicker  and  a  flash,  before  she's  made  her  way  over,  close.  god,  he's  always  so  gruff,  so  stubbornly  dour,  a  facade  the  brunette's  all  too  quick  to  see  past  (  𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺'𝘷𝘦  𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘵  𝘴𝘰  𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩  𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦  𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳,  𝘪𝘵'𝘥  𝘣𝘦  𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨  𝘪𝘧  𝘴𝘩𝘦  𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵  )  there's  not  much  lyla  misses  anyway,  and  miguel  o'hara  is  certainly  𝗻𝗼  𝗲𝘅𝗰𝗲𝗽𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻.  besides,  who's  she  to  deny  herself  the  joy  of  getting  a  little  rise  out  of  him?  a  hum,  a  haw,  and  her  arms  drape  over  his  shoulders,  her  head  resting  against  his  own  for  a  moment,  ❝  oh  absolutely,  but  no  one's  as  fun.  you  make  it  so  easy!  ❞  there's  something  deeper  to  that  sentiment  than  she'd  like  to  admit,  more  than  she'd  ever  say.  so  she'll  laugh,  she'll  nuzzle  her  cheek  against  his  before  bouncing  back,  her  hands  clasping  behind  herself,  fingers lacing, ❝  buuut,  fine.  if  you're  gonna  be  like  that..  ❞  turning  around and taking a few steps away,  she pauses to  cast  a  glance  back  at  him,  pout ever present, ❝  i'll  just  go  away.  gone.  𝗙𝗢𝗥𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗥.  ❞  as  if  she'd  ever  follow  through  with  that.

ft. @spiderled // lyla & miguel o'hara