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magicshop · 10 months
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You, who gave me their hand when I fell, now I'll hold it for you.
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montygreen · 10 months
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LEILA'S 12K FOLLOWERS CELEBRATION: @trueloveistreacherous​ asked Peraltiago + “Glitch”
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yeamarvel · 11 months
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Elizabeth Olsen Rewatches Wandavision, Love & Death, Ingrid Goes West & More | Vanity Fair
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jordanlayla · 10 months
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#thistension
XO, KITTY — 1.09 “SNAFU”
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dazzlinhaze · 11 months
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and he never thinks of me...
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sonicfangamebot · 2 months
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'SA2B: Route 64' (2021) by @Litronom (Hack) Adds a stage based on the 'Sonic Adventure 2' track to 'Mario Kart 64'. Available via OverKart Discord: https://discord.gg/NNkQSz9
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ffxvcaps · 1 year
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Kimetsu no Yaiba → Castella カステラ
A kind of wagashi (a Japanese traditional confectionery) originally developed in Japan based on the “Nanban confectionery” (confectionery imported from abroad to Japan during the Azuchi–Momoyama period). The batter is poured into large square or rectangular molds, baked in an oven and cut into long rectangular shapes. Since the recipe calls for mizuame, a type of sugar syrup, Castella has a moist texture.
Now a specialty of Nagasaki, the cake was brought to Japan by Portuguese merchants in the 16th century. The name is derived from Portuguese Bolo de Castela, meaning “cake from Castile”. Castella cake is usually sold in long boxes, with the cake inside being approximately 27 cm (11 in) long. Its closest relative is pão-de-ló, a Portuguese cake.
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allamericandaily · 10 months
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#shockygobsmocky
ALL AMERICAN — 5.20 “Now That We’ve Found Love”
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kingsroad · 1 year
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𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐈𝐏𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐑𝐔𝐈𝐍 is a house of the dragon fanfic preceding the beginning of the dance of the dragons, if only just. it begins in 127 AC, two years before the death of viserys i targaryen and the usurping of the throne by the greens. the main characters are aegon himself and a woman two years his senior, alyse of house barren, along with sundry other relations on either side.
𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: — ao3. — alyse’s tag. — fic tag. 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐬: — fic intro gifset. — title gifset. — no one has ever loved me gifset. — house barren gifset. — “a burnt thing” quote gifset. — me and my husband gifset. — ‘what if’ gifset. — nfwmb gifset. — barren family gifset. — saint bernard gifset. — love run gifset. — ribs gifset. — the love books of ovid gifset. — francesca gifset #1. — francesca gifset #2.
𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫: — pinterest. — playlist.
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louscartridge · 11 months
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⇢ ˗ˏˋ closer
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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 😻😹💀
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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.”
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a/n- i kinda wanna post this again, but with a shitty ending??
if you liked this fic, you may also like -  jewelry
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zoros-sheath · 1 year
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NOTICE:
This Masterlist will no longer be updated. When I changed to the updated editor or something, it would not allow me to update this list in the same way as I can newer works and has fought me on a lot of formatting and I am picky.
I have made a new Masterlist 2.0
Please Update your stuff accordingly
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༻❀Sweet Dreams❀༺ Zoro x Fem!Reader - Complete
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waltermis · 1 year
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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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maddieautobot273 · 9 months
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Silk & Cologne (9)
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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.
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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. 
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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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Tri City Monsters throws you head first into a supernatural underworld right in your own home turf.  Meet Mori, Amir, and Akello in a grungy urban jungle rife with not only the usual dangers but a problematic influx of demons.  All three of these guys have, for one reason or another, taken up faustian deals that turned them into demons.  Navigate the dangers of demonic power structures, help them face what it means to be human, and maybe make a strong, special connection between all the dangers. 
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THE FLASH 9.13 “A New World, Part Four: The Finale”
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jane-todd-maximoff · 9 months
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We All Break
Young Primo And Terzo 
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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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