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XO, KITTY — 1.09 “SNAFU”

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[dazzlinhaze]

and he never thinks of me...

[montygreen]

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[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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#shockygobsmocky

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

[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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5 minutes ago

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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364 words

Chapter 3 ↠ Chapter 5

[high-on-the-dying-sun]

We All Break

Young Primo And Terzo 

TW: this piece of writing is centered around self harm. If this topic triggers you in anyway shape of form, I advise that you either A, proceed with caution or B, skip this entire.

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Terzo has no memory of when he first started cutting. though he does remember the first and only time his brother caught him doing it. He was 15 when it happened. Young dumb and stupid. he never thought he was going to get caught skipping mass. His father, when he wasn't being a drunken fool or harming his own children, was too busy to care. And His oldest brother was preoccupied with taking care of his future in the clergy. And his older brother (only by 3 months, but this never stopped Secondo from holding it over his head.) was always busy with defiling brothers and sisters of sin. It seemed that Terzo was the one who didn’t fit in.

Terzo was sitting in his dimly lit room carving lines into the flesh on his thighs. He didn't  even know why he was doing it, he just knew he needed it. He needed to stop the pain. “Fratellino, Are you in there?” Primo's muffled voice asked from the other side of the door. Fuck. Terzo jumped off his bed letting out a low growl as blood traveled down his leg, and the growl deepend as it ran into his pants that he was trying to get on. Terzo limped to his door not paying any mind to the blades he left on the bed. “Brother, How may I help you?” Terzo rushes out as he opens his door. “You missed mass.” Primo explained “I was worried so I came to check on you.” he continued after a moment of silence. Terzo tensed, quickly thinking of a plausible excuse. "I was feeling ill," he misled, letting out a rather fake-sounding cough. "Didn't want to risk getting any others sick." Primo looked skeptical, But nodded.

Primo stared into his brother's eyes, he was lying. Primo stuck his head into the room a bit and looked around. Never in his mind was he expecting to see a bloody rag and a handful of razor blades scattered on his brother's bed. He turned his head back to his brother, His eyes were starting to water. "Fratellino,what did you do to yourself?" He asked softly. Terzo started to step back into his room. And Primo followed him. “I'm sorry." Terzo crooked out, backing into his bed. Primo put his arms out to steady him "don’t be sorry child, but I need you to show me where you hurt yourself." He said slowly.

Terzo rocked himself back and forth where he stood trying to calm himself down. But it only seemed to make it worse. He could now feel the blood soaking his pants. “Please, Terzo, for the love of Satan, show me now.” Primo yelled. But he wasn’t yelling like Nihil did. No, his voice was fearful. He was scared for him. He cared for him. Terzo cried like a baby as he shakily pulled down his pants to show his brother. This wasn’t how it was supposed to happen. No one was supposed to know. 

The blood was starting to congeal, which made taking off his pants quite painful. When they were completely removed, he looked back at Primo. He looked scared. He saw all the old scars that ran up and down both of his legs. "Oh Fratellino, let me help you." Primo looked at him again with sorrow in his eyes. "I have rubbing alcohol and bandages in the last drawer to the left in the bathroom." Terzo whispered. Primo ran his hand through Terzo's hair, "Okay i will grab them in a moment, thank you for showing me.” He  consulted softly.

Primo rushed into the bathroom looking through every drawer. He had already found what he needed but he was still suspicious about what else Terzo could be hiding. And he was rightfully so. He found more razor blades; the majority had been rusted with blood. He saw the scars, there was now a deep ache in his heart. It was for Terzo, his little brother, who had been suffering all this time and never told a soul. Primo had no idea how long the cutting had been going on. But between the scars and the rust on the blades. It could have been years as far as he knows. He could feel the tears in his eyes but he soon blinked them away, he needed to help his brother.

Primo stepped back into the room after collecting himself, Tezo was now sitting on the floor shaking. He got down on his knees and placed the alcohol and gauze beside him. “Put your legs out for me please.” Terzo did as he was told. Slowly Primo picked up a rag and drenched it in the alcohol. Terzo hissed as Primo wiped the alcohol soaked rag against the cuts. “I know it hurts but don’t worry, it's almost over.” He said keeping his voice soft almost as if he was talking to a small child.  

it's almost over. It's almost over. Terzo repeated continuously in his head. All he wanted was for the pain to stop. Why had he been so stupid. He knew better to cut himself. It wasn't long before the metaphorical bridge collapsed and tears ran down his face faster than he had ever expected. Hell he didn't even get a chance to wipe them away and pretend he wasn't crying before Primo saw.

“Fratellino, look at me.” Primo whispered, removing the rag from the skin causing Terzo to shiver when the air hit the wounds, and along with that he looked up. “Terzo, tell me what's wrong. Tell me why?” Terzo remained silent for a moment, avoiding Primo's piercing gaze. "I don't wanna be me anymore." Terzo explained, whispering out. He was miserable. In fact he was so miserable that sometimes he would think the whole world would be better without him. “I can’t do this anymore.” he whined to Primo. “I'm tired of rotting away in life so it would be better if I was rotting in the ground, away from all of the world. Away from everyone." 

The confession left Primo frozen. Satans it was bad. “No it wouldn’t.” he needed  to defuse all of this. Primo needed to make Terzo understand how wrong he was. How it wouldn't be better. “It won't because I wouldn't have my Littlest Fratellino. And me and Secondo and the ghouls would miss you dearly.” he soothed. He was saying nothing but the truth and at that very moment Terzo felt his body collapse on itself. He only barely missed banging his head on the floor if it weren't for Primo rushing once more to hold him up. If it weren't for Primo Terzo could have been bleeding to death. 

“ Terzo, guardami, sono qui adesso, andrà tutto bene te lo prometto.” Primo said as Terzo let out all his sorrow into his brother's chest. “mi dispiace, per favore non ho mai pensato-” Terzo whined as his own sob cut him off.  “It okay well work everything out, Fratellino, io sono qui qualunque cosa accada.” Primo explained as he continued to run his hand through Terzos hair. 

“Whatever is troubling you to the point you need to do this to yourself, we’ll figure it out together. No matter what.” Primo started knowing damn well it was going to be  the truth. Never again will he let Terzo do this, He’ll help his Fratellino until his own soul descends to the depths of hell.

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THE FLASH 9.13 “A New World, Part Four: The Finale”

[mushrubes]

I promise

Masterlist | Red dead redemption masterlist |

Requested : no

Based on chub venus { athur morgan by @/Ladyreefer}

(i’m spending too much time on that someone help)

Pairing : Arthur Morgan x female reader

Pronouns : you/yours

Type : angst + fluff

Word count : 4.1k

Warnings : Swear words, friends to lovers, mutual pinning, slightly ooc <3

Have a great day !! <3

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Drunken laughter filled the camp as Arthur pulled up, a small smile on his face as he hitched his horse up, feeding it a carrot before approaching the party. “There he is! The man of the hour!” Dutch announced as he saw him walk in, patting his shoulder. Arthur brushed him off, making sure to greet the others. They were celebrating his haul from a theft. “Arthur!” he heard a voice call, groaning to himself as he saw who it was. “Not now uncle.” he grumbled, grabbing a beer and taking a seat in front of the bonfire. His eyes looked around, settling on an unrecognisable figure. Her hair was differently styled than normal and she had a new dress on, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he tried to figure out who it was. 

“And just who might you be?” he questioned, earning a giggle as she stood up next to him, standing on her tiptoes to push his hat up slightly. “Forgotten me already Arthur?” She teased, his cheeks blushing slightly as he saw his best friend, Y/n. His eyes widened as he recognised you, trying to hide him checking you out. “Well, look at that! It’s been a while hasn’t it?” he recalled chuckling lightly as he appreciated the teasing tone in your voice. “I can’t forget anyone as lovely as yourself.” he added, smoothly grinning as he flashed his charming smile. 

As the night passed and more drinks were passed around, Arthur was more talkative than normal, sticking to you more despite his reservations about getting close to anyone. He leaned close, his features illuminated by the flickering firelight. His brown hair was cut not too short but short enough, with yellow flecks in his baby blue eyes and a small cut he currently had on his face. “You know, I ain’t exactly good company,” he said quietly, his tone almost apologetic for what he is. “But if you’re willing to take your chances with me, I’d be glad to spend some time with ya.” 

You frown, shaking your head at him. “You’re my favourite company.” you assure, your voice nothing but genuine. His expression softened at your words, evidently touched. He knows his lifestyle has caused too much destruction for your compliment to be deserved but still enjoys the time he spends with you, grateful for the peace he gets from the dangerous life. “I’m glad to hear that,” he responded, hesitantly reaching his arm out to wrap it around your shoulder. “I enjoy being around you too.”

While the night dragged on, he found himself more relaxed, his guard dropping slightly and enjoying your presence without worrying about what is to happen next. “Do me a favour,” he called, taking another drink of whiskey and feeling bold under the influence of his alcohol. “Stay here tonight. Don’t leave until morning.” he requested, looking at you intently as he hoped you understood what he meant - something more than just physical proximity or a companion for survival's sake. 

His request made you grin, taking the chance to run a hand through his hair, his eyes closed as a sigh of relief left him. “I won’t go anywhere, cowboy.” You replied, using the nickname you’d given him since you met. He couldn’t hide his smile, relieved that you didn’t feel put off by his favour and felt his heart skip at the nickname. You both enjoyed each other's company more and more, Arthur starting to feel something different within him, a feeling he’d easily forgotten about: hope. He stood up, deciding he needed some space to think. “I’m gonna take a walk.” he said gruffly as you stood up, nodding and mumbling a soft ‘be safe’ before he made his way into the darkness beyond the campfire’s glow. 

Taking the chance, you set his tent up, ready for when he returns. You put the sides down, making sure he had some privacy, as well as fluffing up his pillow and placing a spare blanket you had down on the end of his cot. Meanwhile, he wandered through the darkness, his mind overthinking and thoughts a jumbled mess. He thought about all the people he’d hurt, all the mistakes he’d made, uncertain if it was too late for him to redeem himself. But then he thinks of you. Your kind and encouraging words, your presence he finds himself craving and your gentle touch - and everything feels brighter. Maybe there is hope. He walks until he can no longer see the dim glow from the campfire before turning back and walking to where his camp was set up.

As he approaches, it’s clear you’d already set it up, the way you always did when you knew he’d had a long day and wanted his own space. A warmth spread in his chest at the sight, pulling you into an embrace as he reached you. It was brief, but you’d known Arthur long enough to know what it meant, a new determination in his eyes when you pulled away. “Thank you, for being here.” he said quietly, his gaze soft but still lingering on you. Your face softened, feeling grateful for his words. “Anytime, Arth. You know that.” you reminded, a look of fondness in your eyes. He nodded, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. He knew you’d always be there for him (along with John), even when it seemed like everyone else had given up on him. 

He stepped into the tent and settled in his cot, pulling the blue blanket you’d left for him up. He drifts off, thankful for having you in his life - someone who sees past his flaws and accepts him for him, despite his way of life. You sat in the chair he had next to the cot, waiting for him to fall asleep before pressing a kiss to his forehead, taking one last look at his peaceful state before heading to your tent to get some rest.

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Arthur stretched out and rubbed his eyes, remembering that you’d stayed in camp for the night, not setting out on your mission yet. He smiled to himself, remembering the feeling of your hands running through his hair as his exhaustion caught up with him. He emerged from his tent a few minutes later, feeling well-rested. He walked over to where you were packing some things nearby, greeting you. “Morning, did ya sleep okay?” he spoke, his morning voice still there. You felt your cheeks heat up slightly, trying to hide the impact it was having on you. “Yeah, you?”

He nodded, stretching again as he watched you finish packing. “Yeah, I did. Thanks for asking.” he scratched his neck, hesitantly speaking. “Listen, about last night...I don’t want you to think that I was just taking advantage of the situation or anything. I know that we’re both here because we have to be but...” he trailed off, thinking of the right words to express his emotions. “But what?” you prompted, smiling gently as he spoke his mind, his gentleman-like nature evident. “But...I’m glad to have you here with me, it felt good to have someone close again.” he finished quietly, looking at you with slightly rosy cheeks.

You smiled softly, hugging him and swaying side to side. “Anytime...” you paused, frowning. “I’m going to be gone for two days, something Dutch wants me to do. Stay safe, alright?” you told him, eyes full of concern and a look you only gave him. He returned the hug, feeling a sense of warmth and affection, too shy to tell you he’d miss you. “I will. You be careful out there too. I don’t want anything to happen to ya.” he promised. 

You made your way out of camp, Arthur watching every move with a sense of longing in his heart. He shook off the feelings, aware of being an outlaw means not much room for a relationship - especially meaningful ones like yours - but he couldn’t help but long for more. For now, he was certain the few moments they got were enough 

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“I’m sure she’s okay, Arthur.” Dutch spoke and sat in his chair as he watched the younger male pace back and forth. You’d told him you’d be two days - four days ago. He’d asked all around, no one knowing where you were so he resorted to the person who’d given you the mission. “Dutch!” Charles called as he rode back into camp, jumping off his horse and jogging over to the pair, Arthur perking up as he saw the note in his hand. “For you,” he spoke, handing it over to their leader. He saw Dutch’s face drop as he read it, not meeting Arthur’s eyes as he finished. 

“Dutch?” Arthur called, his anxiety growing more as he saw his father figure refuse to meet his eyes. “What’s going on?” he demanded, snatching the letter from him. “No...” he muttered as he read the words ‘$2000 for the pretty lady or she’s ours’ signed by the O’driscolls. He immediately made his way over to his tent, grabbing his hat and necessities before walking over to the horses. “You’re not going by yourself.” Charles spoke up, climbing onto his own as he tried it protest. “Don’t be stupid, Arthur.” John warned, doing the same as Javier also got on his. 

They set off at night, riding to the location mentioned in the note, an old abandoned warehouse, just outside of Saint Denis. They left the horses slightly further down, seeing the patrol outside. As they moved closer he grits his teeth, able to hear the sounds of guards taunting you and injuring you. “Ready?” John whispered, squeezing Arthur's arm as he nodded. He made his way inside, getting into the room where you were supposedly being held, his heart dropping at the sight. “Oh, darlin’..” he mumbled, quickly cutting through the ropes, careful not to hurt your battered body even more.

He helped bring you up onto your feet, wrapping an arm around your waist to help you balance. “C’mon, we gotta get out fast.” he warned, guiding you out while the other three covered you two. His rage sieged throughout his body, angry he was not able to protect you and allowing something like this to happen to you under his watch. Charles helped him lift you onto his horse, climbing on behind you. They’d found your horse on the way here, Arthur making sure to whistle and let it follow them. They rode away as quickly and safely as possible, making sure there was no chance of anyone following or catching up. 

“... Arthur? That you?” you got out, your vision blurry and head throbbing as you were close to falling unconscious. He noticed your state, concern filling his as he tried to keep you awake. “It’s me, don’t worry. We’re getting home.” he assured, holding onto you tightly as they rode back, keeping an open eye on the surroundings. Once they had reached the campground, he’d quickly got you off, now carrying you in his arms as they stumbled into camp. “Dutch! Miss Grimshaw!” he called, eyes widening as a deep wound on your body started bleeding again. 

He watched Susan tend over you the whole time in the makeshift infirmary, recuperating from those beatings inflicted by the O’driscolls. He became increasingly more protective, glaring at anyone (specifically Micah) who made harmful comments about you. The realisation that he could’ve lost you terrified him even more as he sat by your side. You’d fallen asleep, Arthur almost half asleep next to you as she finished tending to your wounds. “Arthur, get some rest, she’ll be okay.” Miss Grimshaw assured, squeezing his shoulder.

He reluctantly left your side, knowing he needs to rest and stay strong if he was going to help you. He spent the next few days alternating between checking on you and helping when needed around camp, but the second that was done, he’d be straight with you again. His anxiety grew as the days passed, his mind finding more things to worry about like whether they’d gotten all the O’driscolls or someone else might try to harm you. “Arthur, are you taking care of yourself?” Susan asked, coming in to change the bandage. She gave him a look when he went to answer, sighing in defeat. “I’ll go grab something to eat,” he grumbled, grabbing a bowl of stew. 

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You groaned as you opened your eyes, waiting for the world to stop spinning violently. You found yourself in the infirmary, your body sore and aching but most of the wounds had been cleaned and bandaged. “Where am I?” you spoke, your voice raspy as you looked over to your side, seeing the person you wanted the most. “You’re at camp, you were taken captive by O’driscolls...but we got you out.” he spoke softly, sitting down beside your bed as he watched you take the information in. “You’ve been here for a few days now, Miss Grimshaw’s been taking care of ya.” he paused, not knowing how to express how he was feeling. “I...I was worried about ya, I’m glad you’re alright.” he finally admitted, feeling his heart drop as he saw your eyes well up, looking back at him.

He reached out, gently brushing a tear away from your cheek before caressing it. “Hey...it’s okay. You’re safe now.” he softly spoke, letting a silence settle over him while he gathered his thoughts before continuing. “I care about ya, y’know? You mean something to me.” he rambled, his words carrying more weight than they seem - he’s not the easiest to get to express feelings but when he does it’s always genuine. “I’m here for you.” he finished, brushing your hair back out of your face. “I...I thought that was it for me.” you whispered, remembering the fear that filled you. 

Arthur nodded sympathetically, his gaze soft as he understood you. Aware that being held captive - especially by them - is a terrifying experience, and hurt filled him as he saw you in so much pain. “I’m sorry ya had to go through that, but we got ya outta there. You’re safe now.” he assured, sitting on your bed in the little space you’d made for him. He reached out, taking your hand in his and squeezing it gently. “I promise you...I’m gonna make sure none of this ever happens again.” he declared. You hugged him tightly, your grip secure as if he could fade away at any time.

He wrapped his around you tightly too, pulling you close to his chest as he returned the hug. He held onto you as if he’d never let go, like nothing bad could ever happen again if you stayed in his arms. “Shhh...it’s okay darlin’. I’m here for ya, I’ve got ya.” he murmured softly into your hair, staying like this for several minutes as he ran his hand up and down your back. “You should rest now, we can talk more later.” he reluctantly pulled away, looking at you tenderly. He held back a smile as he saw you frown at his words. “Stay with me.”

Without hesitation, he nodded, his heart swelling at the thought of being close to you again. He laid down next to you, reaching out and taking your hand in his as he settled beside you. “Of course, I ain’t going anywhere.” he comforted, telling you stories of the past, a mix of things he’d never told anyone as well as memories with other gang members. The hours turned into minutes as the night turned into dawn, realising how much this moment meant to him - just being here with someone who cares enough and vice versa. He pushes his fears and doubts aside, noticing how much he cares about you - deeply and unconditionally. 

He stays with you, holding onto you as you fall asleep, watching over you as he guards your slumber. Calmness washes over him, being close to someone like this is something he’d longed for. When the first light of dawn starts filtering in, he closes his eyes and allows himself to drift odd, feeling content and at peace for the first time in a long while.

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The morning light filtered in, Arthur stirring first as he spent most of the night watching over. He smiled softly as he took in your sleeping form, a sense of affection and tenderness overcoming him. He brushed a few stray strands of hair away from your forehead before leaning down and placing a gentle kiss. “Mornin’. How’d you sleep?” he murmured, still tired as he felt you move slightly. “Good, you?” you hummed, yawning as you looked up at him.

He nodded, his gentle smile still plastered. “I slept alright, mostly just watched over ya all night.” he admitted, reaching out and taking your hand in his, giving it a reassuring squeeze that was more for him. “Ya scared me, y’know? When they took ya...I didn't know if we’d be able to get ya back.” he cleared his throat, aware of how open he was being but felt himself melt again as he looked into your eyes. “I’m just glad yer safe now.”

“I thought I’d never see you again.” you admitted, caressing his cheek as he leaned into your touch, closing his eyes as warmth spread through him. He took your hand in his, pressing a soft kiss to the back of it before looking up at you once more. “I ain’t ever gonna let anything happen to ya again, I promise.” He paused, collecting his thoughts before continuing. “And...I don’t know if I’ve ever said this before but...” he trailed off, searching for the right words as he felt his heartbeat speed up, his palms sweaty as he felt shy despite what had happened between them the last few days. “But I care about ya, more than anyone else in my life right now.” he softly admitted, his cheeks flushed as he saw you smile at his words.

“I care about you more than anyone else too, Arth.” you confessed, his heart skipping a beat as he felt a sense of warmth and affection towards you, leaning down and pressing a soft kiss to your forehead before settling back down beside you. “I’m not good with words or feelings,” he admitted, carrying on. “But I want ya to know that I’m here for ya. No matter what.” he squeezed your hand gently as he looked into your eyes, feeling like everything was starting to make sense - the reason why he was drawn to you since the beginning. “Arth?...” you spoke up, seeing his thoughts get loud in his head again, clear what he was thinking.

“Yeah?” he asked, looking at you with his eyes full of concern, his instinct telling him to protect and care for you. He reached out, brushing a strand of hair away from your face, searching your eyes for any sign of discomfort or worry. “It wasn’t your fault, I know what you’re thinking,” you mumbled, eyes full of love and gentleness. He nodded, understanding the weight of your words. “I know it wasn’t, but I still feel like....like there was something more I could have done, y’know?” He paused for a moment, his voice dropping to a whisper. “I just hate seeing ya hurt like that.” he caressed your cheek tenderly, silently swearing to himself he’d never let anyone or anything hurt you again.

“You did all you could. I didn’t know that was going to happen - I don’t know if Dutch did but that’s besides the point.” You reminded, Arthur humming in agreement. “Yeah...Dutch is a complicated man.” he chuckled, a silence settling over as uncertainty filled him. But then he looked at you, his heart swelling with love and affection. He’d gotten you out - you were alive and safe, and that’s all that mattered right now. He pressed another kiss to your forehead before settling back down. “I’m just glad yer okay.” he mumbled softly into your hair. “I’m always okay with you.”

He felt a rush of emotions at your words, realising he’d finally found somebody who truly understands him. His arms wrapped around you tightly, holding onto you like he never wants to let go. “I’ll always be here for ya, no matter what.” he promised, staying there for a while longer, holding onto you and talking softly while the day goes on. He feels a sense of hope stir within him, realising as long as they have each other, they could make it through anything. “I know, same for you.” you whispered, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek.

He turned to look at you, cheeks flushed as he softly smiled, taking the chance and pressing a kiss to your lips, taking his time and savouring the feeling of closeness between them. When you part, he rests his forehead against yours, a soft grin on his face. “Thank ya, for everything.” he breathed out as you blushed at the sudden action, Arthur tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear and his eyes softening at you. “You’re so beautiful, ya know that?” he murmured, pressing another kiss to your lips.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you’re flirting with me.” you teased, knowing what he was doing. It wasn’t the first time this had happened, the feelings between the two of you were evident but never acted on them. He chuckled at your teasing words, his lips dangerously close to yours. He had a mischievous glint in his eye as he looked at you, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Maybe I am. What are ya gonna do about it?” he played along, his hands travelling down your sides, winking at you before tickling your sides lightly, laughing as he heard you giggle and squirm under his touch. “S...stop..it!” you got out in between laughs, your face lighting up as he grinned widely.

He settled back down beside you, pulling you close and holding onto you as if he’d never let go. “I love that sound,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “Yeah?” you whispered, pressing your forehead to his, his hands grazing your hips. He nodded, feeling a sense of warmth spread through him at the closeness. He pulled you even closer. “Ya have no idea how much I love hearing ya laugh, it’s like...like everything else just fades away,” he admitted, pressing another kiss to your forehead. 

“You wanna know what I love?” you grinned, a playful glint in your eyes as you looked at him. He looked at you, his eyes showing his curiosity, wanting to hear what you had to say. “I’d love to know.” he said softly, his voice genuine and loving. “You.” you smiled, seeing him grin widely at you as he kissed your lips again. “I love ya too, more than anything. I ain’t never gonna let anything happen to ya again, I promise.” he vowed, his hand softly caressing your cheek. You leaned into his touch, eyes closed as a sigh of relief left you. “I know, Arth, I know.”

He leaned back against the headboard, pulling you close to him as he drew patterns on your back with his hand. “I’m glad we’re together, I ain’t never felt like this before.” he blurted out, closing his eyes in contentment at everything feeling like it was falling into place. You raised your eyebrows at his words teasingly, Arthur not having actually asked you. “Oh, we’re together now?” you commented, earning a chuckle as he leaned up, whispering into your ear. “Oh yeah, did ya think we were just cuddlin’ or something?” he teased, his southern drawl stronger than normal as he sent shivers down your spine, enjoying the playful banter. “Thought we were just cuddle buddies.” you joked along, earning a laugh. 

“I guess we can still be cuddle buddies if ya want, but just so ya know...I’m gonna be pretty clingy” he winked, running one of his hands through your hair. “Being your girlfriend sounds better.” you smirked, Arthur grinning widely at your words, feeling a sense of warmth and affection towards you. 

He looked at you with tender eyes before leaning in to press a soft kiss to your lips." I like the sound of that," he murmurs gruffly against your mouth. "Yer mine now."He wrapped his arms tighter around you, holding onto you like he never wants to let go. 

There's a sense of contentment settling over both of you - maybe everything will be okay after all, as long as you have each other.

[maddieautobot273]

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. 

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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!~”

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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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Saints&Reading: Wednesday, June 27, 2023

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SAINT JONAH, METROPOLITAN OF MOSCOW AND WONDERWORKER OF ALL RUSSIA (1461)

Saint Jonah, Metropolitan of Moscow and Wonderworker of All Russia was born in Galich into a pious Christian family. The father of the future saint was named Theodore. When he was only twelve, the youth received monastic tonsure in one of the Galich monasteries. From there, he transferred to the Moscow Simonov monastery, where he fulfilled various obediences for many years.

Once, Saint Photius, Metropolitan of Moscow (May 27 and July 2), visited the Simonov monastery. After the Molieben, he blessed the archimandrite and brethren and wished to bless those monks fulfilling their obediences in the sanctuary.

When he came to the bakery, he saw Saint Jonah sleeping, exhausted from work. The fingers of the saint’s right hand were positioned in a gesture of blessing. Saint Photius said not to wake him. He blessed the sleeping monk and predicted to those present that this monk would be a great hierarch of the Russian Church and would guide many on the way to salvation.

The prediction of Saint Photius was fulfilled. Several years later, Saint Jonah was made Bishop of Ryazan and Murom.

Saint Photius died in 1431. Five years after his death, Saint Jonah was chosen Metropolitan of All Russia for his virtuous and holy life. The newly-elected Metropolitan journeyed to Constantinople to be confirmed as Metropolitan by Patriarch Joseph II (1416-1439). Shortly before this, the nefarious Isidore, a Bulgarian, had already been established as Metropolitan. Spending a short time at Kyiv and Moscow, Isidore journeyed to the Council of Florence (1438), where he embraced Catholicism.

A Council of Russian hierarchs and clergy deposed Metropolitan Isidore, and he was compelled to flee secretly to Rome (where he died in 1462). Saint Jonah was unanimously chosen Metropolitan of All Russia. He was consecrated by Russian hierarchs in Moscow, with the blessing of Patriarch Gregory III (1445-1450) of Constantinople. This was the first time that Russian bishops consecrated their own metropolitan. Saint Jonah became Metropolitan on December 15, 1448. With archpastoral zeal, he led his flock to virtue and piety, spreading the Orthodox Faith by word and deed. Despite his lofty position, he continued with his monastic struggles as before.

In 1451 the Tatars unexpectedly advanced on Moscow; they burned the surrounding area and prepared for an assault on the city. Metropolitan Jonah led a procession along the walls of the city, tearfully entreating God to save the city and the people. Seeing the dying monk Anthony of the Chudov monastery, who was noted for his virtuous life, Saint Jonah said, “My son and brother Anthony! Pray to the Merciful God and the All-Pure Mother of God for the deliverance of the city and for all Orthodox Christians.”

The humble Anthony replied, “Great hierarch! We give thanks to God and to His All-Pure Mother. She has heard your prayer and has prayed to Her Son. The city and all Orthodox Christians will be saved through your prayers. The enemy will soon take flight. The Lord has ordained that I alone will be killed by the enemy.” Just as the Elder said this, an enemy arrow struck him.

The prediction of Elder Anthony was made on July 2, on the Feast of the Placing of the Robe of the Most Holy Theotokos. Confusion broke out among the Tatars, who fled in fear and terror. In his courtyard, Saint Jonah built a church in honor of the Placing of the Robe of the Most Holy Theotokos to commemorate the deliverance of Moscow from the enemy.

Saint Jonah was reposed in 1461, and miraculous healings began at his grave.

In 1472 the incorrupt relics of Metropolitan Jonah were uncovered and placed in the Dormition Cathedral of the Kremlin (the Transfer of the Holy Relics is celebrated on May 27). A Council of the Russian Church in 1547 established the commemoration of Saint Jonah, Metropolitan of Moscow. 1596 Patriarch Job added Saint Jonah to the Synaxis of the Moscow Hierarchs (October 5).

Saint Jonah, Metropolitan of Moscow, is also commemorated on March 31.

SAINT MICHAEL, FIRST METROPOLITAN OF KYIV AND ALL RUS' (992)

Saint Michael, the first Metropolitan of Kyiv, according to the Joakimov chronicle, was a Syrian by birth, but according to other catalogs, he was a Bulgarian or Serb. In 989, he arrived at Korsun with another clergy for holy Prince Vladimir (July 15), shortly after Vladimir’s Baptism (988).

As the first metropolitan of the Russian Church, his service was complex but grace-filled. He zealously made the rounds of the newly-enlightened Russian Land, preaching the Holy Gospel, baptizing and teaching the newly-illumined people, and founding the first churches and religious schools.

In Rostov, he established the first wooden church in honor of the Dormition of the Most Holy Theotokos and installed Theodore the Greek there as bishop. Saint Michael was a wise and gentle but also strict hierarch. The Russian Church has preserved the memory of the saint’s praiseworthy deeds. In the Synodikon of the Novgorod and Kyiv Sophia cathedrals, he is rightfully called the initiator.

Saint Michael died in 992 and was buried in Kyiv's Desyatin-Tithe church of the Most Holy Theotokos. In 1103, under the Igumen Saint Theoctistus (afterward Bishop of Chernihiv, August 5), his relics were transferred to the Antoniev Cave, and on October 1, 1730, into the Great Church of the Caves. Thus his memory was celebrated on September 30 and July 15, the day of his repose.

Formerly, his memory was celebrated on September 2, along with Saints Anthony and Theodosius of the Caves. There is a trace of this earlier celebration in the service to Saint Michael. In the second verse of the “Praises,” we sing: “Having begun the new year, we offer you our first songs, O blessed one, for you were the beginning of the hierarchy in the Russian land.”

Source: Orthodox Church in America_OCA

ROMANS 11:2-12

2 God has not cast away His people whom He foreknew. Or do you not know what the Scripture says of Elijah, how he pleads with God against Israel, saying, 3 LORD, they have killed Your prophets and torn down Your altars, and I alone am left, and they seek my life? 4 But what does the divine response say to him? "I have reserved seven thousand men who have not bowed the knee to Baal." 5 Even so then, at this present time, there is a remnant according to the election of grace. 6 And if by grace, then it is no longer of works; otherwise, grace is no longer grace. But if it is of works, it is no longer grace; otherwise, work is no longer work.7 What, then? Israel has not obtained what it seeks, but the elect have received it, and the rest were blinded. 8 Just as it is written: "God has given them a spirit of stupor, Eyes that they should not see And ears that they should not hear, To this very day." 9 And David says: "Let their table become a snare and a trap, A stumbling block and a recompense to them. 10 Let their eyes be darkened, so that they do not see, And bow down their back always." 11 I say then, have they stumbled that they should fall? Certainly not! But through their fall, salvation has come to the Gentiles to provoke them to jealousy. 12 Now if their fall is riches for the world, and their failure riches for the Gentiles, how much more their fullness!

JOHN 10:9-16 

9 I am the door. If anyone enters by Me, he will be saved and will go in and out and find pasture. 10 The thief does not come except to steal, kill, and destroy. I have come that they may have life and have it more abundantly. 11 I am the good shepherd. The good shepherd gives His life for the sheep. 12 But a hireling, he who is not the shepherd, one who does not own the sheep, sees the wolf coming and leaves the sheep and flees; and the wolf catches the sheep and scatters them. 13 The hireling flees because he is a hireling and does not care about the sheep. 14 I am the good shepherd, and I know My sheep and am known by My own. 15 As the Father knows Me, even so, I know the Father and lay down My life for the sheep. 16 And other sheep I have which are not of this fold; also I must bring, and they will hear My voice; and there will be one flock and one shepherd.