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[kirame90]

SniperSpy is officially married

Even though I'm saddened their great misadventure has come to an end, finishing this comic could not have happened at a better time. This page took me over one month to make simply because I no longer have the time I used to have before getting my dream job.

I also HAD to add Medics with their doves since so many asked about them. I wasn't going to make it happen but hell, I did and I had fun with that. That's what they get for planning a stunt without telling anyone ;D

The next (and FINAL) page is now available on my Patreon!  

To celebrate the LGBTQ+ month the charity of June 2023 shall be Outright International

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My heartfelt thanks to those of you reblogging this story! <3

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[amberlynnmurdock]

Blind Faith Masterlist

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Reader

Summary: One college-drunken night, you didn't expect to be saved by the man in the mask. You didn't expect him to agree to walk you home, either. You especially didn't expect to enter into an affair with the masked vigilante. That's what happens when you follow faith blindly. You let yourself fall in love, with someone who won't even tell you who he is. On top of pining for the Devil of Hell's Kitchen, you have to graduate NYU, take the LSAT, keep this secret, manage your social life and an internship at a law firm named Nelson & Murdock.

This post will be frequently updated! 

Chapter 1: My Savior 

Chapter 2: Fate

Chapter 3: Temperance 

Chapter 4: My Accomplice 

Chapter 5: Assumption of Risk

[too-much-tma-stuff]

The Drs. Fenton Crash a Funeral

This is a deleted scene from Neither Gone Nor Forgotten where Jack and Maddie aggressively crash Danny’s funeral. I decided it didn’t fit the vibe I wanted.

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“We’re here today in remembrance of Danny Phantom, a brave young man lost to soon in the line of duty. He never should have had to-“ Batman started before he was interrupted by a loud crash. Before he could think he had a weapon in his hand, and to his shock so did both Jazz and Valerie, what looked like a taser and gun pointed towards the sound.

“Mom, Dad, what are you doing here?! I didn’t tell you this was happening for a reason!” Jazz insisted and Batman felt anger flare in his gut, as if he wasn’t already angry that they’d BROKEN ONE OF THE ANTIQUE STAINGLASS WINDOWS WHEN THERE WAS A PERFECTLY GOOD DOOR!

“Eat lead ghost!” Jack said as the weapon in his hand made a sound like it was charging. Batman blinked and tensed more, ready to dodge since the weapon was pointed at him!

“Technically it’s not lead but-“ Maddie started to correct before Jazz and Valerie both jumped into action. Jazz sprinted forward shoving the fun down so it was pointing at the floor and shocked her father who made a comical sound and collapsed, Jazz kicked the dropped weapon away from him. At the same time Valerie swept Maddie’s legs out from under her, she wasn’t expecting it and fell, her eyes widening behind her goggles as Val planted her feet and levelled the gun at her.

“Get out! Go home! I didn’t tell you about the funeral how did you even find out?! You-.. Did you bug my phone!?” Jasmine demanded of her mother.

“We just wanted to make sure you were safe sweetie and it’s a good thing we did! Danny is our Son! Our boy and if his body was found it should have been returned to us right away!” Maddie insisted while Jack was still laying on the ground dazed.

“No! He didn’t want that, he left instructions for his body and he didn’t want it to be burned which is why I didn’t invite you! I knew you’d pull something like this! Because your obsession with ghosts always outweighs out wellbeing!” Jazz yelled.

“Sweetie, that’s not fair! We-“

“NO! You listen to me! Your obsession with science is all encompassing and Danny and I always got lost in the shuffle! You  just wanted us to be ghost hunters like you and you never cared about who we actually were. You never should have had kids and congratulations! Now you don’t! Because Danny is dead,” her voice choked up, she finally blinked and it sent tears down her cheeks. “Danny is dead and this is my last straw! You didn’t come to morn your son you came to steal his corpse so you could fuel your fucking obsession! I’m not coming home for Christmas now, lose my number I never want to hear from you again. Now GET OUT!”

The heroes had been about to intervene when the two girls stepped up and it seemed they’d unanimously decided to hang back to let Jazz say her piece. Now that she was done a Superman moved in, grabbing them both by the collar of their shirts and dragging them up before Jack (who’d finally recovered enough to try and speak) could get any words out. Maybe some day they would realize what they’d done and what they’d lost, but apparently it wouldn’t be today.

[louscartridge]

⇢ ˗ˏˋ closer

haku shota x gn reader.

angst / comfort.

cw- reader is scared soul is cheating on them, insicurities, mentions of drifing appart, reader and soul saying ‘ily’, established relashionship, both the reader and soul wear cologne bc lets be honest cologne is better anyway, mentions of his real name like once, bpd iyk for the reader.

brought to you by- closer by waterparks and my first real relashionship 😻😹💀

your relationship with soul was amazing. it was everything you could ever want. but yet, you wanted more.

you both loved eachother so much, no matter what. both of you had your difficulties with expressing your feelings, sure, but you tried to show it in other ways. giving or making eachother a piece of jewellery or clothes, borrowing outfits, trading colognes, helping eachother with work. however, you could only go so long before you started to get scared and insecure.

you’ve both said ‘i love you’ to eachother a few times. you don’t say it a lot anymore.

you felt as if the two of you had drifted.

the beginning of your relashionship was everything and more. non-stop texting and calling no matter what, endless ‘i love yous’, and hell, arguing over who loves the other more. but as always, the honeymoon phase always ends eventually.

whenever you would text him ‘i love you’ or anything along those lines, he just replies with a simple emoji or an ‘ilyt’. he was showing something, but it wasn’t the same. you stopped saying it in person, ‘cause honestly? you were scared.  

you felt as if you guys flirted more and were more affectionate when you weren’t even dating. so what happened? so now he finally has you he thinks it doesn’t even matter? did he find someone else? replace you? that didn’t seem like shota at all, but yet again, it doesnt sound like most of the people who had done it to you. you couldn’t bear the embarrassment of him breaking up with you if he was cheating, or lost feelings. should you do it yourself? save the embarrassment and get it over with? but what if he wasn’t cheating on you, didnt lose feelings, then what. you just ruined the best thing you’ve ever had.

you don’t want to break up with him. you can’t. you won’t. but you need more of him. you need him closer. you just need to feel like you have him again.

that’s what led you here.

standing on one side of the dance studio while soul stood in the middle, breathing heavily, a bit sweaty.

you had texted him asking if you could come over to the dance studio, which he had replied to with a ‘yeah’.

you didnt know what you were going to say, but you wanted to say something.

“hi y/n” soul smiled.

“hey” you awkwardly mutter.

souls smile quickly went away while he turned his head slightly to the side. “what’s wrong?”

“i just-” you sigh before continuing. “are you cheating on me?” you ask quietly, voice shaking slightly.

your brain immediately scolded you. ‘holy shit holy shit holy shit. why did you actually just ask him that? what if he is? do you really want to know that? what if he’s not and he gets mad what if-‘

souls eyes widen slighty and eyebrows furrow. “what? no, im not cheating on you y/n”

“do you still love me?” your eyes start to water and he notices.

“oh my god, of course i still love you y/n!” souls hands fly out and he walks closer towards you.

you let out a sob of relief at his words, but you were still doubting. why is everything colder than it used to be?

soul takes your hands in his and pulls you down to sit on the floor with him. “i made you feel like i don’t?” he questions, his own voice small.

“i don’t know i just- no its okay, nevermind, it’s stupid.” you sniff.

“no, nothing is stupid if it makes you feel like this. especially if it has to do with our relationship.”

“i don’t know, why don’t you say you love me anymore? why- why are you so dry with texting? more than you used to be, somehow. i feel like we’ve drifted and i’m losing you or you’re losing me, i don’t know, it could be my fault for all i know. maybe it’s not you who’s being cold, maybe its me-”

soul cut you off. “baby stop. nothing is your fault. i haven’t lost feelings for you. at all. i’m not cheating on you or anything. i feel the same exact way i did when we first started dating. if anything, i love you more.” soul briefly let go of your hands to move behind you and hold you. “i didn’t really say it as much as i used to because i guess i thought you knew that so i didn’t need to say it so much anymore. obviously, i didnt think about that. and as for getting dryer? i didnt even realize i was doing it, i swear i didnt mean to and its not gonna be the only thing i’ll start working on.”

after you didn’t say anything, soul broke the silence by asking you, “why didn’t you say anything to me when you first started feeling like this?”

“i was scared. scared that maybe i was right. but then what?” you answer.

“well if you ever start thinking or feeling anything similar again, tell me. like, right away, don’t wait. okay?”

“okay.”

“i love you so much.”

god, hearing him say that make you so happy.

“i love you too.”

“can we go to your dorms now? i know you were practicing but i really miss you and while we’re in this lovey-dovey mood i wanna take advantage of it.” you know there’s a huge chance he’ll say no, but you ask anyway hopefully.

“for you? of course we can.”

a/n- i kinda wanna post this again, but with a shitty ending??

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[ourloveisforthelovely]

Bad Ideas Part 9

Regulus Black au

Summary:  It started as nothing now it’s something. Voldemort has been defeated but that doesn’t mean the wizarding world is still a good place to be.

Pairings: Regulus Black x Reader

Rating: M

Part 8 Link

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Arriving at the restaurant, you stood between Regulus and Harry. You had quietly bribed Regulus to be good. As much as you wanted to see Regulus scare the shit out of Vernon, you also wanted to see what your aunt and uncle had to say.

Were they going to apologize for all of the years of mistreatment? Was one of them dying and wanted to make amends or were they simply wanting to brag about their new car? The possibilities were endless. You weren’t sure which option you wanted to go with. Time would have to tell on that one.

“My offer to climb across the table and slap them real good still stands.”

Regulus commented. Harry glanced over to the other man with a raised eyebrow before fighting a smirk. While Harry wanted to dislike Regulus for making a move on you, he really couldn’t. Over the past little bit, Regulus proved himself enough to Harry. He also made you happy so that was enough for your twin. His offer to slap Vernon around also made Harry happy.

“I may take you up on that.”

Harry replied as you shook your head.

“Before we start slapping people around, why don’t we see what they want? I would be surprised if they honestly just wanted to see us.”

Regulus rolled his eyes. He had enough about Vernon and Petunia Dursley to do him a lifetime.

“Sorry love but I highly doubt that’s what it is. If they just want to catch up I would be more shocked than if I woke up tomorrow with my head sewn to the carpet.”

You only nodded in agreement. Common sense told you that Vernon and Petunia didn’t want to catch up. Harry was, after all, the reason that the Dursleys had to leave their “perfect” little home. Why would they want to see you again?

“There they are.”

Harry’s voice pulled you from your thoughts. You looked up to see your aunt and uncle sitting at a table in the middle of the restaurant. Petunia held her hand up to motion to come over.

“Here we go.”

You murmured before squeezing Regulus’ hand. The expression on his face had gone from mildly annoyed to straight haughty and holier than thou. He didn’t have to say anything for you to know that he already hated Vernon and Petunia. He was also looking for “ANY” reason to let the insults start flying.

Arriving at the table, neither Petunia nor Vernon stood to give you any form of a hug. You didn’t expect this so it really shouldn’t have surprised you. Vernon only nodded while Petunia forced a smile.

“Harry…Y/n…it is so nice to see the both of you. How are you?”

Regulus moved to pull the chair out for you to sit in. You gave him a small thank you before turning your attention back to your aunt.

“We are alive. I hope you both are doing well.”

Petunia nodded again forcing a smile.

“We are doing fine. I received your letter about that madman being killed. I’m guessing all is well in your world?”

Your world….

You knew that was hard for Petunia to say. The fact that it wasn’t accompanied by some kind of insult was a miracle in itself.

“Yes, everything is fine…for the moment. It's just getting everything put back together.”

Harry replied. You were thankful that Harry came in. Your brother always knew when you were ready to say something snarky.

“I’m glad to hear that. We have been worried.”

Again, Petunia sounded like she had been forced to say that. Your aunt was as worried about you as you were worried about her.

Vernon, meanwhile, had been staring at the young man by your side. He hadn’t said a word since sitting down. His cold grey eyes had been flickering between Vernon and Petunia as he looked at them as if they were garbage.

“So, who are you?”

Vernon finally asked. Regulus looked right at Vernon as if he was personally offended to be spoken to by a muggle…or at least a muggle like Vernon.

“Regulus.”

Regulus replied in a cold cool voice. Vernon was even more annoyed. He expected a little more than a first name.

“Pleasure. So, are you funny like them?”

“Funny?”

Regulus questioned, narrowing his eyes on Vernon as if he were a mouse. You had to swallow back a chuckle at how Regulus’ cat-like nature coming out.

“A…wizard…I guess.”

Vernon replied, feeling suddenly uncomfortable under the younger man’s icy gaze.

“I’m not a comedian. I suggest that you watch how you speak to me, Vernon Dursley. Harry and Y/n may be nice to you but I won’t be. I should climb across the table and choke you out for how you lot treated them as children. If you were any kind of aunt or uncle, you would have never treated your niece or nephew so poorly…stupid prejudices or not.”

Vernon swallowed, clearly uncomfortable. He had got his answer on what Regulus’ background was.

“Well…”

“Well, nothing. You’re a shit excuse for a family…the both of you. I personally don’t see why you lot even bothered checking in on them. They had done just find during this whole war without the help of either of you.”

Petunia blinked a few times before beginning to speak.

“You don’t understand it was… we did what we thought was best…given the circumstances.”

Regulus raised an eyebrow at Petunia instantly making her rethink her life choices.

“I understand enough. You treated your sister’s children like shit. That’s enough for me to understand. I can understand you a lot being scared of things that you don’t understand. That, however, gives you no right to be shitty individual to people…especially children. There was no treating them the best in anything that you did.”

Neither Harry nor yourself moved to say anything. You gave Regulus a proud smile. It was nice hearing him say something like this. Those words alone proved just how far Regulus had come as an individual. Had this conversation happened never would have happened. Regulus would have probably berated Petunia and Vernon for being muggles and simply existing.

“You don’t know anything.”

Vernon snapped. Regulus stood up making Vernon cower lower in his chair.

“I know enough. Y/n, Harry let's just get out of here. This is a total waste of both of your time.”

Neither Harry nor yourself argued. You came, you saw, and now you were ready to get the hell out.

It took until the lot of you arrived back at Grimmauld Place for Regulus to calm down. Harry was silently laughing to himself for a few moments before speaking.

“Regulus, why don’t you just pull a gun on them the next time?”

Regulus shook his head and hung his coat up.

“I’ll just punch him in the face.”

Harry nodded.

“I’ll agree to that.”

Harry turned to walk into the dining room leaving the two of you alone. Regulus sighed…then my mother came out.”

Regulus was relieved when you smiled. While he didn’t really expect you to be angry with him for going off; Regulus really didn’t try to hear the Dursleys out. He pretty much saw them and went ballistic.

You stood on your tiptoes to press a kiss to Regulus’ chin.

“I found it rather amusing. My inner child was healed seeing them have their asses handed to them.”

Regulus wrapped his arms around your waist and rested his forehead against yours.

“You always deserved better.”

Regulus said with a soft sigh.

“OH MERLIN…is that Regulus?”

Both Regulus and yourself instantly stood up and turned to the voice. Your mouth dropped seeing what had to be your parents standing in the doorway. Rubbing your hands on your eyes a few times you had to make sure that you weren’t seeing things. James and Lily looked just as they did in the photos that you had.

The better question was why were dead people suddenly turning up like long-lost people coming for a friendly visit? Not that you were entirely complaining. Without this odd-ass situation, you would never have been able to be with Regulus. Now your parents…

Regulus looked clearly as shocked as James.

“Oh Merlin is that James?”

Regulus replied in a snarky tone. James turned to Lily who looked equally as shocked. Never in a million years did they expect to see Regulus alive…and holding you…their daughter.

“What is going on around here?”

James snapped. Sirius who was looking ready to jump out the window groaned.

“Man, don’t make me say it.”

James turned to Sirius. Harry winced, from his place beside his godfather. This wasn’t really how he wanted to drop the “Y/n is dating Regulus” bomb on his poor unsuspecting parents.

“Is he dating my daughter?”

Sirius again groaned. Regulus rolled his eyes before chuckling.

“Wow, there is no getting past you.”

You moved to stand in front of Regulus. The last thing that you wanted was to see fists or hexes start flying.

“Okay…what is going on here? Mum…dad…you’re alive…what is going on around here? Not that I am not thrilled to see you both…but…is everyone killed by lord Snakeface turning back up?”

James and Lily couldn’t say anything for a moment. It was Lily that spoke first.

“Sweetheart, I don’t know how to answer that but we can be a family again….as we should have.”

James nodded before turning his attention back to Regulus.

“What about him?”

“I’m not going anywhere.”

Regulus replied. James glared at Regulus. After coming back from the dead, the last thing that James ever expected was to see his only daughter in a relationship with Regulus Black.

Yet….here I am.

James thought before speaking.

“What makes you think that you are good for her? I know you…at least how you used to be. Leopards don’t change their spots.”

Regulus raised an eyebrow before turning to face you. He gave you a gentle smile. The last thing that Regulus wanted was for you to hear what he was about to say.

“Sweetheart, wait for me upstairs. We can catch up with them later.”

You turned and walked from the room without another word. As much as you wanted to stick around, part of you wanted to get away too. This was too much all at once. Your fight or flight feelings were about to come roaring back and thankfully Regulus recognized it.

It's nice having someone on my side.

Regulus waited until the door to his room closed before turning back to face James and Lily.

“With me, Y/n gets to come first. She had always come second to Harry and for once she gets to come first. That’s what makes me good for her.”

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[allamericandaily]

#shockygobsmocky

ALL AMERICAN — 5.20 “Now That We’ve Found Love”

[iadoreneteyam]

before you took over my mind, my body, my soul. before it belonged to you.

title: before you took over my mind, my body, my soul. before it belonged to you. 

character:  neteyam te suli tsyeyk’itan x metkayina! reader

type: fluff 

a/n: this is just a short little fun thing I wanted to do also though it’s apart of a diff story you don’t need to read that one. 

translations: irayo- thank you, tute asevin- pretty woman, sayrip-handsome 

song: my kind of woman by Mac DeMarco 

inspo: my tiktok audio favorites 

summary: this is a prequel to it belongs to you but can be read as a one off. Since the arrival of his family, a couple hours ago, Tsireya spent her time showing them around the village. Netetyam becomes distracted and his family leaves him behind, but maybe it was for the better because he met you, or for the worse. 

        “Hey Tuk! Look!” Neteyam yelled for his youngest sibling. Back home Neteyam loved showing Tuk things he thought she would like, things he knew if he was a kid he would be amazed by. Neteyam stood in awe at the sight, two baby Ilus jumping in and out of the water at great heights, they were playing with each other. “Tuk?” Neteyam turned around searched for her. 

She was no where to be found, neither was his mother, or his father, no Kiri, and Lo’ak and Tsireya were lone gone. He stood up and hie eyes darted from metkayina to metkayina. He was lost. His family now probably somewhere deep in the village. 

As much as he wanted to ask someone for help it seemed like the people of the clan hadn’t gotten used to him and his family yet. The way they looked at them with disgust, the way Ronal held up Lo’ak’s hand and said they had demon blood, claimed they weren’t real Navi. How Aonung and his friends made fun of their tails. He didn’t like it, in fact, he hated it. 

Neteyam felt his feet sink in the sand as he walked around the village seeking for his family. They had surely noticed his absence by now, right? He walked and walked and walked till he finally decided to ask someone for help. Netetyam had to do some rationalizing with himself, I mean the most they could was give him a dirty look and maybe call him something demeaning before going about their way. Even then he still wanted to find someone who looked at the very least approachable. 

His eyes searched for someone, preferably a girl, someone who he might have found less intimidating. He saw a girl with seashells decorating her curly hair, he thought they were so pretty, they reminded him of the rocks he collected for his promised one back home. Neteyam was hesitant to tap her on the shoulder, not wanting to interrupt her from her current task, but as he approached closer she saw she wasn’t doing much of anything. She was staring at the sea, much like he was doing earlier. 

He stood behind her, watching the water as well. He could see why she had been staring. It was beautiful. The way the waves moved were amazing. “Never fails to captivate me every time I see it. You?” The girl had turned her head to look at Neteyam. She smiled at him, reaching all the way to her eyes. 

Oh Eywa, her eyes! They were big and round, so full of life, so curious. Neteyam watched as her eyes observed him. “Newcomer, yes?” She asked as she stood up and dusted sand off her thighs and she looked at him and tilted her head, waiting for Neteyam’s answer. Neteyam guessed word here in Awa’atlu traveled fairly fast. 

“Y-yes I’m one of the newcomers and I have lost my family. Have you seen them?” As Neteyam got towards the end of his sentence his voice went low and his ears flatted against his head. This was embarrassing, having to ask a pretty girl for help. Him stuttering made the situation all the worst. Of course, he achieved his mission of finding someone unintimidating, but at what cost. 

“No, I’m afraid I haven’t seen your family.” Your voice came out incredibly soft. Eywa, Neteyam should have known. He had embarrassed himself all for nothing. “Well sorry for the interruption. Have a nice day.” Neteyam pushed his lips together and held his hand up briefly while he began to slowly walk backwards. 

“But-,” Neteyam stopped in his spot. “I’m happy to help you.” Eywa, Eywa, Eywa, your voice. Neteyam was happy to accept your offer. Neteyam had just met you and he felt so drawn towards you. The way you looked at him, the way you spoke to him, how nice you were to him. It all made him weak. 

“Thank you.” Neteyam showed his gratitude. “ I suggest we walk towards the marui pods. It’s most likely someone has shown them to their new home.” Here Neteyam was again for what seemed to be the 100th time admiring your voice. He partially wanted to keep the conversation going or maybe shift into a different one just so he could have you talk to him or send him the occasional glance so he could have you look at him with those big eyes of yours. 

“Um-” Neteyam had no idea what to say to you to possibly get you to talk to him more. A compliment was probably the best choice, but he liked everything about you. How could anyone expect him to pick just one thing? “Hm-I like your hair.” He had finally decided. 

Your hair was one of the first thing he noticed about you. The way the pretty shells were scattered through out your curly head. How it one seemed strategically placed, yet somehow not at all. Neteyam only glanced at you while he was speaking.

Neteyam expected nothing but a small thank you considering he believed you got the compliment very often. “Me?”  Or maybe you didn’t. You looked at him with full shock painted on your features. Neteyam kept his eyes on his feet.  He was way to nervous to have those eyes look back into his.

 Only a small hum left his throat. “Oh-” Your eyes dragged down, looking at the sand. “Irayo. I like your, um, ears.” Neteyam was sure you had just picked anything to say, but you hadn’t. You noticed that his ears was just a bit to far up on his head, how they were just slightly bigger than average, how they seemed somehow overly sensitive to the noise around him. It was cute. 

“tute asevin.” Neteyam whispered under his breath. While you were looking at the ground he was looking at you. Neteyam hadn’t meant to it say it out aloud, but he was very glad he did. Your light blue skin becoming a much darker tint in your cheek area and the very tip of your ears. 

“You tryna woo me? If it helps you are very sayrip, Neteyam.” You giggled. Neteyam ears became a dark blue tint at the question. In all honesty, he was, but he didn’t believe he was that transparent. Neteyam never got a chance to flirt with girls back home, his parents promised him to someone as soon as he was mating age. 

Neteyam had many opportunities to flirt with women back home, it didn’t really matter if he was promised or not. Even with women flocking at him left and right none of them ever interested him. They all came up to him with the same tactic and same irritating voice. They all told him something along the lines of “Manga, Teyam.” with them twirling one of their four fingers in their braids. 

Neteyam wouldn’t let it get any farther than that. ‘Teyam’ is a nickname reserved for family only. He wouldn’t anyone else to call him such not even friends and epsicially not some girl he had resisted to roll his eyes at. He hated them. All of them. 

“Teyam!” A stern voice interrupted the fit of giggles falling from your mouth. It was Neteyam’s father, Jake, his mother came following not to far behind him. “Looks like this your stop.” You whispered to Neteyam. Though his eyes were fixated on his father, his ears and mind were plagued by you. 

Neteyam’s felt his breath get caught in his throat. Was he in trouble? Was his dad mad at him? His mom? No, he couldn’t bring himself to care, not when he was just walked over by angel sent straight by Eywa. 

His mother was the first to grab him, pushing you out of the way a little in the process. Since Neteyam was back with his family you took it was your queue leave. You made your way to your marui as Neteyam’s family surrounded him, you heard faint sayings of a ‘sully family meeting’. 

As you left Neteyam couldn’t help but look back at you then bringing his attention in front of him then back at you. This time though you were already looking at him, a cute little smile spreading across your face so big that it took up your whole face, and a nice wave as you practically skipped away from him and his family. “Where were you, boy?” His dad’s stern tone of voice made him whip his head around and cut off his day dreaming. His father had a tight grip on his arm and his mother’s worried look had been replaced with one that he found not so pleasant. 

His mother, Neytiri, grabbed his other arm and whispered into his ear “You have worried us,Teyam” before dragging him into their new home. 

[mushrubes]

Everything to me

Masterlist | marvel masterlist |

Requested : no

Prompt 23. “You are more than you think of yourself. You’re everything to me.” +  28. “You’re the only person I’ve ever actually wanted to spent the rest of my life with.”

Pairing : Bucky Barnes x (they/them) reader

Type : angst + fluff

Word count : 2k

have a great day/night!! <3

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“Are you sure you don’t want to come?” Sam asked, looking over in concern. When he had first mentioned it, he had been all up for it and now he didn’t want to go. “I’m sure.” Bucky grumbled, downing the rest of the whisky he had in his glass, internally cursing at the serum in him. Sam sighed, sitting next to him. “You know they’re coming, right?” he mentioned, watching Bucky freeze slightly at the mention. “And.” he bluntly answered, pretending not to care. His response didn’t faze sam. 

He had known Bucky for years now, and was well aware of when he was lying - he could read his like a book. However, he decided not to push, simply patting Bucky’s shoulder. “Look, if you change your mind, you know where we are.” Sam started, nodding his head outside, referring to where the party was being held. “This may be your last chance. Don’t make a decision you’re going to regret - not again.” he finished, heading out the door and leaving Bucky with his inner thoughts.

Bucky sighed as he sat on his bed, his head in his hands. He ran a hand through his recently cut hair, looking up at his desk. His eyes set on the picture frame that was face down, hiding the picture. He picked it up, his finger running across their face as he smiled sadly, unaware of the tears rolling down his face until they landed on the glass. He wiped them off, placing it back down on the desk as he groaned in anger. Bucky picked his phone up, typing his password in and going into his contacts. He found himself pressing their contact, his finger hovering above the call button. 

Eventually, he turned his phone down, chucking it down on the mattress next to him. “Forget this.” he mumbled, hoping he’d be able to convince himself out of going, not wanting to give in to Sam. But what if what he said was true? What if it really was his last chance to make things right? He had been so stupid to break things off after Steve left him, not wanting to lose anyone else so he cut them off before they did it to him. But by doing what he thought was the right thing, he hurt his best friends. He cut Sam off, completely shutting him out as well as his soulmate - Y/n. 

A few days after Steve had gone, he called it quits. Not only that, but he had left her broken, not giving them an explanation, a chance to talk it out and even ignoring their texts and calls. He hurt the one person he had sworn not to - and it killed him inside. The only reason he had reconnected with Sam was due to his therapist and Sam’s nonstop efforts. He was too stubborn to message Y/n first and well; they were too hurt and probably too scared to reach out - and he couldn’t blame them.

He gave in, getting up and looking through his wardrobe, huffing as he found nothing, either too scruffy or his work suit. After a few minutes, he settled for his maroon shirt, a tidy pair of trousers and his jacket he was rarely seen without. He put his shoes on, grabbing his sunglasses and placing them on his head. Bucky walked into the kitchen, looking through the cupboards for something to bring, eventually settling on the Oreo cake he had brought when he came over, forgetting to actually give it to the family. He nervously tapped his finger against the container, his matching ring making noise against it as he took a deep breath before heading towards the door.

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“Captain America!” they called smugly, grinning as they saw Sam register who it was. “If it isn’t my favourite soldier!” he gasped, opening his arms as they laughed, hugging him. Y/n was practically family - they had grown up with Sam and Sarah. The Wilsons treated Y/n as if they were their own child and Y/n had always been thankful for them. Y/n was particularly close with Sam, having been in the Avengers and seeing him often - after all, they were the one who introduced him to Steve and Bucky. 

Sam frowned as he saw them look around, knowing she was looking for a certain someone without saying it. “How are you feeling?” he asked quietly, hearing the boys near and not wanting them to know what was going on. “I’m a bit better. It just...” they paused, their eyes misting over. Sam pulled her closer kissing the top of their head. “Hey, it’s okay. He’ll realise his mistake, and you’ll sort it out.” he assured, Y/n sighing. “I’m not so sure Sam. Since Steve, you know...” they reminded as he nodded in defeat. “He’ll come around, I’m sure of it. He needs to because I’m getting sick of him.” he teased, nudging them and grinning as he managed to get a laugh out of them. All he could do is hope Bucky would.

Sarah smiled at Sam knowingly as the car pulled up, seeing the figure inside. “I’ll go help with food.” she said, walking over to where it was cooking as he waited for Bucky to get out. The boys came running over instantly as they saw him. “Oh! There he is!” Bucky said, dodging Cas’ punch but pretending AJ hit him. He moved his arm back, pretending he was going to throw the cake at them in slow mo. He pulled both of them into a side hug, ruffling their hair as they groaned in protest. “Come on, let’s go find your mum and uncle.” he told them, the pair following his words. “Oh! You need to meet our aunt/uncle!” AJ gasped, Cas agreeing. He looked at the two in curiosity. “Aunt/uncle Y/n!” AJ finished as if it was the most obvious answer, Bucky chuckling awkwardly. “Is that so?” he stated.

“Where is everyone?” Bucky joked, taking his shades off and greeting Sam and Sarah. The boys ran around before Sam ushered them away for a second. He crossed his arms on his chest, looking at his friend knowingly. “So?” he asked, smirking at the man in front of him. “Shut up, you know why I’m here.” he huffed, punching him in the shoulder as he looked around for them.

“Y/n’s over there.” Sam said, pointing to where people were stood talking. Y/n was with someone Bucky didn’t recognise, laughing as he said something and he twirled them around, dancing to the music and a massive grin on their face. He felt the familiar feeling he had longed for - the butterflies in the stomach, the weak legs, the massive lovestruck grin fighting its way to his face. But also, he felt defeat. They looked so happy, there was no way they hadn’t possibly moved on. Sam saw the look of defeat on his face and squeezed his shoulder comfortingly. “I can hear your brain working, Buck. It’s fine, you’ve got time.” he assured, walking over to the rows of benches and gesturing for him to follow, Bucky’s eyes not leaving Y/n once.

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Y/n felt a soft smile find its way to their face as they watched Bucky interact with the children, seeing how many he could lift on his metal arm, proudness filling them as a few years ago, he would have refused to even show people his arm. Everyone came together, sharing stories which were mostly about the trouble Sam and Y/n used to cause when they were younger, AJ and Cas claiming to carry it on. Throughout the evening, Y/n and Bucky found each other looking at the other or even locking eyes, sending a shy smile between them but nothing more. “Go talk to them man.” Sam groaned, face palming as he watched his friend gaze at her while they spoke to people. “I will, just, not now.” he assured, brushing Sam off who knew he was just making excuses. “Do it when everyone’s left, okay? I’ll let you off helping tidying up.” he teased, Bucky sighing and nodding, knowing it was the only way to get him to stop.

“Thank you for coming! It was so nice to see you!” Y/n said, waving goodbye to one of the family and sitting on the edge of the dock, legs dangling in between the pavement and the boat as they watched the waves ripple with the glistening sunset. They took a deep breath, taking a break from the socialising, the small sounds of chatter behind them of the few people left talking amongst themselves. They heard footsteps approach them, before sitting down next to them, a small grin on their face as she smelt familiar scent they had missed. No words were exchanged for a bit, the two sat as they looked into the sunset. “It’s nice to see you stayed friends with Sam.” Y/n commented after a bit, Bucky grimacing at the slightly bitter tone but he couldn’t blame them. “Y/n...” he whispered, looking at them to see them already looking at him, their eyes slightly watered. “Why did you cut me off?” they asked, their voice cracking. Bucky thought about it before responding, wanting to get the words right. He looked away, guilt filling him.

“I... It was two reasons. The first was with Steve leaving, not even considering staying, I felt the need to distance myself from everyone. That way no one could disappoint me again and I wouldn’t have to worry about being abandoned.” he opened up, his leg bouncing up and down due to nerves and feeling himself heat up. “So, you thought abandoning me was better? You stayed in touch with Sam.” they argued, Bucky shaking his head at the words and looking hurt. “No, no, not at all Y/n/n. I didn’t stay in touch with Sam either, my therapist wouldn’t stop lecturing me about not talking to the pair of you. I only started talking to Sam again because of the asshole who decided he could be Captain America.” he explained, grunting as he pictured walkers’ face in his head, not being able to stand the man. Y/n played with their fingers before speaking again, taking it in.

“What...what was the second reason?” they spoke up, their voice only loud enough for him to hear, not wanting to cry. Bucky sighed, looking at his metal arm and hand, Y/n following his line of sight. “You deserved better. Not me. Not someone who was a monster and I’m past my time.” he admitted, Y/n frowning at the words. “Buck...” they mumbled, grabbing his metal hand that was closest to them. They intertwined their hand with his, looking at him. “Look at me.” they instructed; Bucky’s eyes fixed on the waves in front of them. “Bucky, please.” they asked, him gritting his teeth as he looked at them, their face softening as they saw the tears that had rolled down. Y/n moved their hand up, wiping the tears from his cheeks. “Well, for one, you are more than you think of yourself. You’re everything to me.” they confessed, a hand caressing his cheek as they spoke, Bucky looking at the ground and resting his own hand on their wrist softly. “You’re not mine, doll. You should be with someone your age and time, not me who’s one hundred and six years old and in a well extended life.” he tried to joke, getting a laugh from Y/n who shook their head at his antics.

“Have you ever considered I want the one hundred-and-six year old man in front of me? I mean, lucky for you I like older men-” they teased, pausing as they heard his laugh that made them weak in their knees. “But seriously, Buck, You’re the only person I’ve ever actually wanted to spent the rest of my life with.” they comforted, the man looking back at them with wide eyes. “Really?” he questioned, Y/n smiling at his reaction. “Yes. I don’t want anyone else.” they reminded, leaning forward. “Forgive me?” he whispered, their foreheads resting against each other’s. “I forgave you ages ago.” they grinned, leaning forward and connecting their lips for a much-needed kiss, showing the passion and the love between the soulmates - and they had many more to make up for lost time, waiting for them.

“I love you, doll.”

[waltermis]

For My Love And Her Forever Person PT 4

MASTERLIST ↠ SERIES MASTERLIST

Chapter 3 ↠ Chapter 5

Summary: After you and Natasha break up, you decide to write a letter to her and her future forever person

Warnings: Angst, a FLASH character

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x reader, Frost x reader (platonic)

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You shut the door as you watched Natasha leave. Your heartbroken heart, broke a little more as you heard her tiny sniffles. “You know you didn’t have to do that right?” You asked Frost, watching as she snuggled back into her boyfriend’s arms.

Frost hadn’t been exactly lying when she told Natasha about how the two of you met. You had met her seven months ago and you had instantly clicked but she was lying when she told Natasha that her ex left her when he found out she was pregnant. 

“I know. But she was bugging you and wouldn’t leave so being the best friend that I am. I stepped in. Man, did you see her face? She was heartbroken!”

“I should probably go check on her.” You said, reaching for your keys.

“What?! No, why! I just got rid of her for you.”

“I didn’t want you to get rid of her!” you held the letter Natasha gave to you tightly in your hands.

“Listen, you have spent the last 9 months heartbroken. And then you decided to write her a letter, okay I respected that. You needed closure. But what I don't agree with is the fact that you’re going to go and comfort her! She is your ex-girlfriend!”

“AND I STILL LOVE HER!!” You screamed, shutting Frost up. “Look, I know you think that you know what’s best for me, but sometimes I need to fight my own battles.”

“I know, but I watched your heart break over and over again for the past 9 months. I’m just trying to protect you. You’re my best friend. And I love you.”

“I love you too, but this is something I have to do myself. I’ll see you and Mark in a bit.” You said, before you walked out. You shut the door and raced down the stairs, two at a time, nearly falling multiple times. You walked outside and saw Natasha still sitting in her car, sobbing into her hands. You walked over to her slowly, contemplating on whether this was a good idea. But before you could change your mind. You were knocking on her car window.

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Fallin’ all in you

warnings: fluff, hints at suggestive content.

This love

warnings: angst, tooth-rotting fluff, sad ending, pining, a lot. Unrequited love, but it isn’t?

I don’t wanna look at anything else now that I saw you

warnings: fluff

Aemond Targaryen

You make me so happy; it turns back to sad.

warnings: just fluff, pining and a dash of angst

There's nothing I hate more than what I can't have. (part two of You make me so happy; it turns back to sad.  )

warnings: fluff, kissing and hints at suggestive content

[kirame90]

SniperSpy lives happily ever after (FINALE)

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Why Feel Alone? - 06/01/23

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It's Gemini season now, which means some very important birthdays in my life. Above is the picture I drew for my brother's 40th birthday this past Sunday. Not only do I have to celebrate this milestone, but also he just got married to his love so things are going well for him! To many more, I raise a cold glass of root beer.

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Silk & Cologne (9)

A Miguel O’Hara x OC series - Link to AO3 (X)

Chapter 9 - Arena - previous chapter (X)

Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x Female OC

Words: 3.7K+ words

Warnings: PG - they brawlin so there’s gonna be violence ppl

Summary: It’s Lisa vs Miguel! May the best Spider win!

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After a grueling 24 hours of practice, training, and a quick strategy meeting, the evening of Miguel and I’s sparring match arrived. 

Gwen helped me practice and perfect most of my move sets, Peter B. helped me plan various strategies in actually fighting against Miguel. With Miguel’s tall, large structure, Peter knew right away that I wouldn’t be able to charm him as easily as I did with him. Plus there wasn’t any way he’d let me get close enough to him. The rules did say No holds bar. So what if instead of giving him the enchantment, I gave it to him?  

Not only that, but who’s to say I couldn’t use it on myself?

After he helped me plot my scheme, Hobie brought me over to see Margo where she helped design some new toys for me to use and created a concept for my very own spider suit. 

I didn’t want to give Miguel the impression that I’d make him completely change his mind about me being an actual Spider-Woman, but if I was going to be running around and using my powers here, I might as well look the part, right? I asked Margo for a simple concept and she more than delivered. She had designed it so that it looked like street dance wear, but I could feel the spandex hugging my skin as I walked into the training area that evening. 

My suit had a black and pink colour scheme inspired by my favourite K-pop group BLACKPINK. A pink crop top hoodie with a gray spandex tank top underneath, black spandex leggings and matching black and pink high top sneakers. 

When I walked closer towards the arena, I noticed a small crowd had gathered. It looked like word had gotten out fast about tonight’s event. Peter B. Hobi, and Gwen were there, smiling as I neared them and offered cheers and words of encouragement. I smiled at them as I walked passed and looked over to see Miguel standing at the entryway, waiting for me. 

He finished his stretching, his muscles straining against his suit as he nodded his head in a greeting. I could immediately feel the pressure bottling up inside the pit of my stomach. I must have practiced and rehearsed everything at least a dozen times back at the hotel. Peter suggested I try playing into my strengths, so I thought of the whole thing as a big dance practice. I just hope it actually works. 

“So, the normal rules, right? No holding back?” I asked as I walked over to a monitor and added our names to the register. The current duo fighting in the arena had wrapped up their fight, congratulating one another as they made their exit. 

They briefly exchanged looks with Miguel, eyes widening through the eyelids of their masks as they realized who were up next. Miguel rolled his shoulders, warming himself up again. There was almost always a crowd whenever he was down here. Mostly Miguel trained by himself and rarely spared in the arena unless it was with Jessica, or any other Spider he deemed challenging enough to take on. 

"No holding back. It's not fun if there aren't any stakes," He teased with a half smile. 

I could tell he was eager to get started. I wasn’t sure how much he had been made aware of my training and recent practice with Gwen and Hobie through his security cameras. Would this new idea of mine not work out? Had he already formulated a plan to counter me? 

As much as I was nervous, I couldn’t deny I saw a glimmer of curiosity in his eyes before he materialized his mask over his head. There were butterflies in my stomach as those red optics peered at me.

“Alright then,” I nodded as I watched him be the first to enter the arena. I took a steady breath, feeling more eyes trail towards me before I slipped on my mask, pulling my hair tied through the pony tail opening in the back of the mask. 

I followed Miguel down the steps as the platforms and obstacles of the sparring arena reset to their original positions. I cracked my knuckles, a nervous habit. I looked around to see more Spider-People had gathered to watch the match. A gentle reminder that Miguel was a force to be reckoned with, and that if he was here, they’d be in for a show. 

So let’s give them a show. 

I nodded my head towards Miguel, “May the best Spider win,”

“Lucharé por eso,” Miguel nodded back as I watched him get into a battle ready stance. “Sorpréndeme,” - I’ll fight to that, surprise me. 

Then, without any warning, he immediately went to attack. I flinched at his speed. He did not want to give me time to react as I just barely bent back, using my hands to backflip out of the way of his punch. I pushed my body up from the floor and as my body swung around to face Miguel, I fired a web sling that attached to his chest and propelled myself forward like a bungee jump. I pulled my fist back and threw a punch towards him.

I didn’t catch if he showed any emotion towards me, narrowly dodging his first attack, as I was too focused not getting clawed at. Miguel wasn't going to take my hits lightly and went to block my attack with a well timed left hook. I growled into his block, using some of my strength to try and push against his arm to move past it, before my Spider-Sense buzzed into my mind. 

No matter how many times I practiced it, it always felt weird. Miguel attempted to grab back the initiative with a strong uppercut of his own, but I registered the danger a second too late. 

I took the brunt of the uppercut. My body flew back, tumbling once, twice along the floor before I caught myself, my fingers and feet sliding, digging into the flooring as I focused on my stick ability and I screeched to a halt. 

“Okay, close combat is a no go,” I muttered, catching my breath as I stood up. “Let’s set this up at a distance,”

I focused, taking a deep breath as I channeled the web fluid in my wrists. I fired two large blobs of webs to stick to Miguel’s feet to keep him from charging me. If only temporarily. 

"Ah, you're not gonna give me an inch, huh?" Migel grunted as he fought against the mass of sticky webs at his feet. He looked up towards me and stopped fidgeting. He realized I hadn’t moved in on him, and took advantage of this distraction. “What are you doing?”

I slowly grinned at him from under the mask. I whistled loudly and within seconds, both Gwen and Hobie appeared on either side of me. “You said no holding back, remember?” I reminded him. 

Miguel watched me carefully as I reached to my side, my hand hovering over my holster at my hip as I pressed play on my music player and a melody began to play. He wanted to see first hand what I had planned? I’ll give it to him.

“I composed this routine just for you,”

I fired a web shot at each of my willing test dummies, and the webs glowed as I began to sing.

[Lyrics are rough English translation of Fleeting Lullaby by Ado] (X)

“I’m sick and tired of being alone,

Wanna be connected

Have a bond to hold on to

Just gonna lay it all out, how I feel~,”

As I purred a growl in my throat, Gwen and Hobie’s eyes in their masks began glowing. I snapped my fingers, pointing towards Miguel before they both sprang up and charged toward Miguel, ready to fight.

"Woah! Hey!"

Miguel was just as caught off guard by their appearance, more so when they attacked him so suddenly and vigorously. As if they were fighting an actual villain. 

"I guess this is what I get for–UGH!” He barked as he defended himself against their attacks. “--underestimating you, huh?"

“Maybe if you came to more of my training sessions like you agreed to, you’d be more prepared,” I remarked with a playful glint in my eyes. 

This rush of adrenaline, excitement. The sight of seeing Miguel caught off guard by my unique power was surprisingly more entertaining than I thought it would be. 

"Well, I suppose this is my punishment for getting cocky, then!” He snarled as he threw a punch towards Hobie. 

I hung back at a distance as I followed their momentum as they fought all across the arena. I incorporated some of my dance routines into my movements as I swung and maneuvered across the area, occasionally firing more web slings from my wrists toward Miguel. I continued the song as Gwen and Hobie appeared to be, in Miguel’s eyes, entranced by my voice. 

“Listen baby makin' you happy whether you like it or not,

Gonna be up in your ears

No running away just wait for the beat to drop

Listen for a surprise, every word will entice

Reality is overrated!~”

As Miguel took on both Gwen, Hobie, and my long ranged web slings from a far, he had to admit. He was actually impressed by all this. It wasn’t everyday someone could keep him on his toes like this. Using her hypnosis web slingers and voice, she could enchant anyone she targeted.

Clever, he thought to himself as he shoved Gwen away from him and blocked Hobie’s guitar smack attack. But I’m starting to get a little annoyed now. 

“You're not gonna outthink me I thought of everything,

You'll never get it, you can't keep up,

So just stay out of my way

Be my good, good, good boy, pretty please?~”

“You think this is a game?” He snapped, his mask eyes glaring daggers into me as he held Hobie back with his hand at his throat. 

But Gwen stuck his face with a blob of web fluid, causing him to flinch and release his grip on Hobie as he brushed it off, continuing the fight. 

I could sense he was getting reckless now. He really wanted a true fight between us. If that’s what he wanted, then I’ll deliver. I moved to the music, swinging and running along the platforms around their fight as I mixed in some more dance moves, gracefully landing on one of the higher platforms that overlooked their brawl from above. 

If my hunch was right thanks to Gwen’s advice, then this could go very good or very bad. With Miguel so focused on the fight, and not having Spider-Sense. . . 

“You think you're so tough? Well, I had enough of it

I got something here that's better

Come on up and we can sing togеther fun unfetterеd–” 

I did a leap of faith from the platform above the fight, soaring down as I front flipped and came down to surprise attack with a spin kick.

��Get on stage, let's go!~”

Miguel didn't see my attack coming at all, and he barely managed to duck it in an attempt to keep himself from getting hit. He dodged the initial hit, but not the other kick that followed to his chest. After that he jumped back to gain some distance and try to figure out what should be his next move.

"You certainly know how to put on a show,” He casually teased as he tried to hide his smile. 

“Oh, so the great Miguel O’Hara does make jokes,” I gasped at him, my eyes glistening playfully. “You truly are Spider-Man,” 

I could see the twitch in his eyes as he tried desperately not to laugh. It came out as a scoff as he sprinted for me, clawing on all fours before he pounced towards me. I grinned, waving my hand to the side as I signaled Gwen and Hobie to fall back, loosening the control I had on them before I met Miguel half way and brawled with him. 

I channeled a protective layer of spider web fluid around my fists, taking the form of gloves as they glowed to the sound of my voice. I threw more confident punches now, glad that Miguel was giving me his all in this fight like he promised.

“Wanna make your day, do my thing loud and proud!

No shame in what I create, I got this down!

Everything exactly how you want it, this is a utopia.

Been a long time comin', now it's here to stay.

You can't deny,

It's a miracle of mercy, you can't stop it if you try!

I know it's possible

I'm not tryin' to ask too much,~”

Miguel was starting to get excited. This was something different, something new. He couldn’t remember the last time he felt like this during a fight, whether it was a Spider or Villain alike. The closest he can think of was when he sparred with Hobie for the first time and Spider-Punk never let it go. Ever. 

He had to make sure that he was giving it his all constantly, but more than that he needed to keep an even temper if he was going to win this fight. 

"Your powers are very versatile,” He complimented before his voice turned into a growl. “But that doesn't mean you're the one who's going to win this fight!"

Miguel then nailed me with a swift uppercut hit to the gut. An audible “OOF!” fell from my lips as the hypnosis for my dummies wore off and Gwen and Hobie were freed completely from my spell. 

“Oh crap, Gweny, RUN!” Realizing they were caught in the middle of the fight, they quickly swung out of the way. 

The music continued to chime from my player as I slid across the floor before catching myself as I took a few deep breaths. “Don’t get too cocky on me, Miguel,”

I still had one more trick up my sleeve. One more trick that I wanted to show off to him. I reached to my back and tossed out an orb. 

“Salvation's got to come, this generation's done

It's tired of never being listened to

The screams were never heard

The suffering endured but no more!~”

“What’s that– HEY!” At a glance it would look like a normal grenade, but it exploded into a pink hazy dust cloud that covered the area around Miguel. Now he couldn't see me but I couldn't barely see him either. This definitely made the situation a lot more interesting. Miguel had to make sure that he kept his wits about him if he was going to make it through this. 

Miguel then began to circle the cloud in an attempt to find me, throwing some random punches towards the cloud in an attempt to catch me off guard, but every time he swung, he’d hit thin air. I had to admit, that was a very attractive power walk. 

“Watch me rock this, they got nothin'

Up to me, you just need to stay out of my way

There's no turnin' back now

Gonna be singin' jointly for all time~”

The smoke cloud warped my voice, making it sound like I was constantly either moving closer or away from him. As Miguel continued to stalk through the cloud he could hear my distorted siren voice and it started to drive him mad. 

////////

Miguel’s P.O.V.

As the song went on, Miguel began to hear her words as though they were an insult, telling him to just get out of the way and that she could handle everything herself. Of course, he wasn't going to listen to that. He was going to beat Lisa and shut her up.

So then she would see that he was someone worth listening to.

/////////

Lisa’s P.O.V. 

"Get real!" Miguel yelled through the smoke as he continued to circle around for me. 

“Ask, you and shall receive,” I smirked.

When his back was turned to me, I pounced into the smoke cloud, catching him off guard as I slid past him, shooting a web at his feet and yoinked him to the floor before going to pounce on him. Miguel didn't have enough time to react before he found himself being yanked back off his feet, slamming down hard as he landed on his back from my attack. 

He looked up just in time to see more webs coming for him. He managed to get his arms out and attempt to block the attack, but when I sang a series of notes, he found himself becoming incredibly drowsy. He instead found himself completely caught up in my webbed cocoon once he came to. 

“That real enough for you?” I smirked at him, arms crossed over my chest.

The crowd murmured in anticipation. Had I won? Has someone actually defeated the great Miguel O’Hara?

"Well, if that's getting real, I guess I'll have to get realer," He grimaced under the struggle of the webs. 

I didn’t have time to cringe at his corny joke as Miguel activated the talons of his claws and forearms and he broke himself free of my webbing. The rush of his arms created a harsh wind that dispersed some of the dust cloud. I looked on in awe. He actually broke through. 

I smiled proudly. “Then let’s dance,”

“Gladly,” There was an actual hint of enjoyment in his voice as he charged at me. 

My web gloved fist glowed once more as I began to sing again, coming to the final verses of the song as the music intensified with our fighting as I matched Miguel’s pace. He was starting to find his stride, learning how to fight against all of my different abilities and I could tell it was making him feel like a God.  

“Blowin' your mind with my pace

Drummin' to burst your ear drum

Bring in the bass, guitar and keys, maccaferri got nothin'

On me, no ooo-wah!~”

///////////

Miguel’s P.O.V.

Miguel was amazed by Lisa’s ability to incorporate song and dance into her fighting style, how she had learned this routine of hers so quickly. He didn't see it as a weakness. No, he saw it as her strength, as the thing that made her special. In that moment he felt a wave of shame and guilt wash over him, regretting the times he opted to stick to his work instead of helping her like he swore to. He promised her and he broke it. Never again. 

Still he couldn't help but laugh while she was singing about her ability to "blow his mind". He didn't plan on letting Lisa's music distract him this long. He continued to move forward and throw attacks at her, using all of his skill to try and knock Lisa to the ground once and for all. 

//////////

Lisa’s P.O.V. 

The force from his next attack knocked me to the floor. I back pedaled slightly as I saw him stalk towards me, and I couldn’t help it when a flustered, intimidated smile spread on my lips beneath the mask as I stuttered the next set of lyrics. Just a little further–!

“Oh, let me hear you shout!

Banish every gaslight, let clarity shine

Gotta clean up this brainwash

Don't let ‘em tell you lies, heads up—!~”

When he sprang up to pounce on me, I fired a web sling to his chest and with a heavy heave, I yanked him to the floor to fall on his side. Miguel let out a small groan, the wind kicked out of him. I tossed one smaller grenade to blind him. It was time for the finale. 

"I will not fall for your tricks!" Miguel yelled in frustration, getting up to face off against me for one last time. 

Then, he noticed the smaller grenade that I had thrown at him and a small twinge of fear ran down his spine as he realized he was a second too late. The small grenade exploded, temporarily blinding him with a smaller pink dust cloud.

“Let my song clear your senses

All you really need Is my true voice~!”

It was up just long enough for me to pin him, webbing his hands to stick to the floor as I straddled his hips before holding a punch above his head just as the song ended.

The crowd was silent as all they could audibly hear was both Miguel and I’s heavy breathing, our chests rising and falling. Miguel suddenly dematerialized his mask, allowing me to see his face. He was drenched in sweat, some tuffles of his hair stuck to his skin. There was an enchanting look in his eyes that I could quite decipher. 

Not from my power, no. Something else. Something he was truly feeling. 

Then he started laughing. 

"Well, I guess the joke is on me." Miguel said, laughing through the pain as he accepted his defeat with a smile on his face. 

I was stunned, my mouth gawking at him. Did he just– did he yield? I won?!

I shook off the surprised expression on my face as I slowly stood up to my feet, my body still towering over him as I offered him my hand and a confident smile. “You fought like hell. Well played, Miguel,” 

Miguel took my hand and let me pull him back to his feet, shaking off the pain from the battle as he tried to take in everything that had just happened, looking out into the crowd. 

I followed his gaze as one by one, different Spider-People began applauding us. As the chorus intensified, Miguel looked down at my hand, noting that he was still holding mine. He smiled softly and with a gentle squeeze he raised my fist into the air, formally announcing my victory. 

The crowd erupted in an uproar. I could hear Gwen and Hobi cheering loudly for me as I looked up towards Miguel, astonished. It was then I could truly see the respect towards me in his eyes. He then stepped back, motioning towards me. 

I looked at him with a perplexed expression before I realized what he was asking me to do. With a laugh, I looked out into the audience and took my bow. 

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[lhostgil]

About Kurt’s Krakoa era outfit

I think if I see another mention of Kurt’s Krakoa era outfit being like that of a pirate or priest I am going to die of laughter.

The cutting, design and silhouette is literally that of a Jinbaori (a traditional Japanese surcoat that is high collared, sleeveless and has a single, long slit at the back). Kurt’s is just plain red with no intricate embellishing.

Like. Seriously. How did no one notice this.

The even more damning part is his first X-Book series for the Krakoa era is literally named “The Way of X” wherein Japanese naming conventions for cultural conventions, ceremony, code, etc starts with “The way of (activity)” [Examples: Tea Ceremony, known as sadō/chadō (茶道, 'The Way of Tea').  Bushidō (武士道, ‘the way of the warrior’) is a moral code concerning samurai attitudes, behavior and lifestyle. Flower Arrangement, known as Ikebana also goes by kadō (華道, 'way of flowers').]

It does not help that for most of western media popularizing the depiction of samurai as a class of elite warriors who only focused on martial skill and little else...the truth is that for most part they were the noble class who functioned as civil servants (yes, they were responsible for law and order; enforcing and protecting social order--sounds familiar doesn’t it, with Kurt’s actions during the Legion of X books. The only time the samurai were actually expected to draw their swords to kill was in battle however, as generals leading their armies.)  It’s just that they had land and money (usually inherited or awarded to them for their feats in battle/war). They were expected to be both well versed in pen and sword; the studies expected of a scholar-gentleman (literate, artistic, well-mannered and contributing to the cultural growth of the nation). Just being able to swing a weapon about made people think you to be a mindless butcher and not befitting a true warrior. [A lot of notable samurai were poets and painters. Heck, there was even one samurai who loved goldfishes so much he is credited as the reason for present-day Japan’s goldfish appreciation + breeding hobby.] 

[deadnymaster]

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