#Bitter Sweet

[nona-gay-simus]

Some days I truly feel like TLT has ruined... books for me. Like, I don't even like ACOTAR but I can think of at least four series that are basically ACOTAR with dragons, ACOTAR with gods, ACOTAR with vampires, ACOTAR with witches, and that's just off the top of my head.

But there's truly nothing out there that captures all or even some of the elements that enthralled me about TLT. The characters, the character dynamics, the magic system, the voice, the mix of science fiction and fantasy, the prose that knows exactly when to be funny and when to be serious, the queernorm world-building and variety of lesbian genders... It does not exist. Even if I find something with similar themes it will be bland fantasy voice and (most likely) boring straight ship of fem4fem.

It's even ruined audiobooks narrators because no one can compare to moira quirk and her sexy accent and wonderfully animated narration that makes the characters come to life.

And it makes me really sad to think i might never discover another series I love as much as this one. Not even close.

[insanity-laughs-under-pressure]

"Find me" is the most hauntingly romantic thing to say.

[athanmis]

i'm going home everybody...😿

[luimagines]

*Your requests are open, its 2:30am and I'm craving First content.*

You know that scene in HTTYD2 with Stoick and Valka

"Go on! Shout! Scream! Say something!"

"You're as beautiful as the day I lost you"

Either First as Stoick or as Valka would be interesting (or if First refuses to cooperate, Warriors or Twilight or Time would be fun)

*not me saying to myself I hope I'm bulletproof cause this is about to hurt*

Insanity, I'm going to run wild with this, thank you.

Masterlist

Content under the cut!

First wasn't about to let anyone get close to him. Not again.

He knew that he was still young enough to find someone to settle down with, but ever since you left, he couldn't find it in his heart to seek another.

There's a hole in his heart in your shape that was never to be filled again.

Then he was arrested. For a crime he didn't commit.

That was enough for him to give up. If he was to spend the rest of his days here, then so be it. The people have made their choice. He was a hollow man anyway.

The days crept by slowly. There was very little he could do the past the time except for daydream about a time where he was younger nd more carefree. A time when you were still by his side.

He had hoped to have a family. To be a father and raise children.

Dashed to pieces and scattered by the wind, his dreams failed to bring up happy memories and left him with dreamless and futile sleep.

Years go by and eventually he's set free at last. He's not as strong as he used to be but the people need him to fight. He's not sure how he's going to do that at this point, but if he is to die; then he would rather go down a hero.

It's not like you'll be there to patch him up at the end of the day anyway.

Instead, as he opens his eyes after the fight, there's another bandaging his wounds. He's vaguely aware that he won the fight and that he's lost a lot of blood but that's about it.

The rest of his life is lived in a haze.

He's sent to go find a special item for the people now that he's proven himself again but there's little that'll prove to Link that it exists.

Instead he finds a cave that he's been explored before and enters it with little thought. He's not expecting much. If there's monsters in here then he can dispose of them and call it a day before he goes back to town and tells the people that there was no such item.

"S-stay back!"

He freezes and raises his lantern. Link's greeted by massive crystals covering the walls of the rock, mirroring the light from his lantern and lighting up the small space as it is.

There's a cloth on the floor and a few supplies.

But that's not what has his attention.

"....It's you..." You breathe and panic seems to fill your system.

Link can only stare. It's as if you're here to haunt him, only you don't seem happy to see him. He can't find it in himself to complain though. He's wanted to see you at least one last time all these years. He wonders if he's actually dying a second time and this was a gift bestowed on him for doing his duty.

"I... I know what you're going to say, Link." You wince and try to stand. You're hurt... Or rather, you have been hurt. It must be difficult to move. "I know that you'd ask why I left. Why I stayed away all these years... and why I didn't come back to you..."

Link takes a step forward and you scramble the best you can to your feet despite the obvious pain. His heart clenches. The questions you throw at him are already answered for him. It would have been difficult to come back to him even if you wanted to.

You being to tear up. "I'm sure you'd want to know everything. A-and I know that I was wrong. I knew from the start. But I couldn't-"

He steps closer, gently putting his lantern on the floor so that it still lights up the place.

Your voice only seem to grow higher and more frantic. "I couldn't! Link, please. Not like this. I couldn't. Please believe me!"

He does and steps closer.

"Link! Answer me. Shout! Scream! I don't care if you start throwing things! Just say something!"

He stops in front of you, trapping you against the wall of the cave. He reaches out and hesitates before tucking a piece of your overgrown hair behind your ear.

"You're just as beautiful as the day I lost you."

Your tears fall as he leans to kiss you, to solidify this dream, to prove to himself that he's not hallucinating.

You don't kiss him back, but that's ok. You're real and you're here and you're alive.

This is far better than any item he was sent to find.

[buffetlicious]

The Musang King or Mao Shan Wang (猫山王) was originally known as Raja Kunyit, meaning "Turmeric King", a reference to the fruit's turmeric-coloured deep yellow flesh. In 1993, Raja Kunyit was registered with the Malaysian department of agriculture and assigned the code number D197. The owner of this clone was a Mr Wee Chong Beng from Tanah Merah, Kelantan. The name Musang King was derived from the region of Gua Musang where the clone was first planted.

In the 1980’s, a man named Tan Lai Fook stumbled upon a very old durian tree in Gua Musang and brought a branch back to Raub and started cultivating it. Today the Mao Shan Wang (猫山王) from Raub and Bentong in Pahang are regarded as the best in Malaysia. The durians are prized for its unusual combination sweet, buttery, thick, bright yellow flesh and robust flavour, with a hint of bitterness. Got this 1.5kg tub of durians (S$65) direct from the durian plantation in Johor Bahru, Malaysia through a colleague’s friend. The seeds are flat which makes this purchase even more worth the money spent.

Actually, I wanted two tubs of MSW but seller only have one so she recommended this tub of pale yellow Durians (榴莲) at S$35. Cultivar is unknown but it is sweet and creamy though can’t compare to the musang king. However, it seeds are even smaller and flatter than the Mao Shan Wang.

[starcrossedandstupid]

hey gang go read this fic pretty please

none of my friends are currently into death note and personally I can’t process this alone

You do not need to know anything about deathnote to read it

I do not cry over media ever but man. I’ve been having a shit time already have cried, somewhat, and something resonated too hard. It wasn’t even related to the shit, but it’s so fundamentally human in a way that we all are, that I am, and it hit me. I think it could easily be tweaked and be published as an original short story, and it should be. It really, really should be.

If you do read it, discuss with me?

[p0orbaby]

part 2 of bitter sweet has been posted over on wattpad

go and have a read if you fancy it

[idiotville-usa]

Dark night hospital jsk in black my beloved I need this dress I've been obsessed with it for 5 years but i can't stand the white color way or the op

i really don't care that its tacky

[thiccpettybitch]

🕸 Bitter Sweet - Ch. 6 Miguel O’hara x F!Reader 🕸

*Aggressively throws fluff in your face and then runs off*

This is for you, didn’t have a good day? Well hopefully this makes it better!

Ref and translations at the bottom😊

Part 7

You sat up in Gwen's bed, your head throbbing. With one hand shielding your eyes from the bright light streaming through the window, you couldn't help but feel like you had swallowed a desert. The bitter taste of bile crept up your throat as you clumsily opened and closed your mouth a few times, hoping to alleviate the dryness.

Gently swinging your legs over the edge of the bed, you took a moment to steady yourself and regain your balance. Just as you were gathering your thoughts, a knock on the door caught your attention, and you turned to see Gwen slowly making her way inside.

‘’Good morning,‘’ you said as you clumsily stretched, a tired smile on your face.

‘’I’m so sorry,’’ she said while looking at you, her eyes glossy.

‘’Wha- have you been crying? What’s wrong?’’ you asked, patting the spot next to you on the bed.

Gwen quietly made her way around the bed and settled down next to you, wrapping her arms around you in a tight embrace. Her whispered apologies filled the air as you held her close, offering comfort and reassurance. After a while, as her sobs subsided, you gently pulled her away from you, allowing her the space to explain what had happened.

"I don't even want to think what could have... y/n, I am so sorry. I should have never..." Gwen's voice trailed off, her gaze fixed on her fumbling hands.

With a gentle smile, you reached out and lovingly squeezed her hand. "It's okay, Gwen. Thank goodness nothing happened, but... I should have been more careful, not gotten so drunk without realizing it."

"That doesn't even make any sense..." Gwen murmured, still lost in her thoughts.

Sinking back against the bed, you rested your hands on your stomach and gazed up at the ceiling. "Maybe it doesn't, but I'm not blaming you, and I won't let you blame yourself either. It was just a mistake..."

As you closed your eyes, the memories of that night started to seep back into your consciousness, sending shivers down your spine. You felt like a spectator as your mind replayed the scene before you—a wall, your fading color, and a creeping hand snaking up your leg. It resembled a poison, draining the life out of you. The familiar bile rising in your throat made you scowl and shudder. Suddenly, you opened your eyes to find Gwen looking down at you with a small, sympathetic smile

"I should probably give my folks a call, just to let them know I'm okay," you said, pushing down the overwhelming emotions that threatened to resurface.

Gwen nodded and handed you your phone, which she had left to charge for you. "Thanks, Gwen," you said, offering her a grateful smile.

"I'll give you some room. Dad's making breakfast- brunch, I guess," she mumbled with an awkward chuckle. You smiled and nodded as you watched her leave the room, giving you a quick and awkward wave before closing the door.

Letting out a deep sigh, you reached over and grabbed your phone. Running a hand through your hair, you unlocked your phone to check your notifications.

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[E-mail:]  Y/n! we like your style, but it could be better! We are giving you 30% off this summer—

You rolled your eyes and scrolled passed it.

Duolingo: Looks like you forgot your Spanish lesson again. You know what happens now!

You blinked a few times, rubbing your eyes in disbelief. Bringing the screen closer to your face, you re-read the notification, trying to make sense of it.

Duolingo: Looks like you forgot your Spanish lesson again. You know what happens now; Your streak is gone!😔

Oh, okay. That was a personalized and… vaguely threatening notification.

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You shook your head, dismissing the notifications, and scrolled past them on your phone. With a determined click, you dialed your aunt's number and waited as it rang, your anticipation growing. After a few seconds, you heard the cheerful voice of your aunt on the other end, instantly lifting your spirits.

"Hey aunt May, how are things?" you asked, settling back against the headboard of the bed.

"Oh, nothing out of the ordinary! But forget about that, I want to hear how you are! Did you have fun? Did you meet any nice boys~?" she asked with an excited yet hushed tone.

A flashback of the previous night flashed in your mind, and you scowled, feeling uneasy. "Uhm..."

Your aunt must have noticed the change in your tone, as worry filled her voice. "Did something happen, y/n? Are you okay?"

You held the phone against your chest, letting out a quiet curse under your breath before, gathering yourself. You brought the phone back to your face and responded, "N-no, no! Nothing like that, aunt May. You know me, though. It's... No. I didn't meet any new boys."

There was a brief pause on the other end before aunt May replied with uncertainty, "Okay..."

With a change in her tone, she asked, "No new ones?"

"Yeah, well—uhm, it's not really why I went. I don't care about boys," you mumbled, trailing off.

"Was the guy you like there?" Aunt May asked, causing you to still, your eyes fixated on a spot in front of you as another vivid flashback flooded your mind.

Miguel with his hands on the creep's head, pushing him against the wall. His grip was so strong that the guy whimpered in pain, desperately trying to free himself. Then Miguel turned around, locking eyes with you in what felt like slow motion. He walked up to you, his warm gaze enveloping you, making you want to wrap your arms around him. He pulled you into his embrace, his hand resting on the small of your back, gently rubbing slow and soothing circles.

"You're safe with me. No one is going to lay a hand on you."

Your cheeks heated up at the memory. "Uh—yeah, yeah! He was...uh, he was definitely there," you responded, stumbling over your words.

"Oh~? You'll have to tell me all about it when you get home!" Aunt May rejoiced.

You were about to respond to your aunt’s excitement when you felt your phone vibrate against your ear. Putting her on speaker, you listened as she seamlessly transitioned to discussing what to make for dinner and the funny antics your uncle had been up to. Meanwhile, your attention shifted to the new notification that had just popped up on your screen.

[Miguel: Feeling hungry?]

Huh?

‘’Oh- oh, yeah? Really? Well, that’s uncle ben for you,’’ you awkwardly responded, as you had only been half listening.

Your aunt's voice carried on in the background as you glanced at the text message, feeling utterly perplexed. Letting out a frustrated swear, you accidentally clicked on the message, unintentionally leaving it on read in the chat.

CRAP!

What did he mean?

Food, clearly!

Well DUH!

You thought to yourself but wait, had you agreed to have lunch together? Was he... asking you out? The memory of the woman from last night, their apparent closeness, crept into your mind, causing a frown to form on your face as you fell into silence, a chilly feeling sweeping through your gut.

"Y/n?" Your aunt's voice snapped you out of your daydreaming.

"Yeah? Sorry, you, uh, cut out for a moment," you lied, feeling a tinge of guilt.

"Oh, well, I was asking if you were on your way back?" she asked, sounding uncertain.

"Uhm, actually aunt May, I think I'll head home later, if that's okay? I kind of want to hang out with Gwen a bit more," you said, waiting anxiously for her response, hoping she would understand.

"Okay, sweetie. Get home before it gets dark though. It's a school day tomorrow after all," your aunt advised, and you agreed. After a bit more conversation, you said your goodbyes and hung up. Staring down at your phone, the sleeve of the shirt you were wearing slipped down your arm, catching your attention.

You looked down, realizing that you were still wearing Miguel's shirt. Pulling up the collar, you slowly inhaled, noticing how it carried his scent. A bright red blush spread across your cheeks as you realized how warm and comfortable it made you feel. His scent had a way of making you blush deeply. However, that comforting feeling slowly drained away, replaced by a sudden realization.

The shirt... Of course, he wants it back!

You shook your head, feeling foolish for not considering it earlier. He had been forced to walk home shirtless yesterday, and you felt like a complete jerk. Not only did he defend you and lend you his shirt, but he also carried you to Gwen's place. You had to make it up to him, and buying him lunch seemed like the least you could do.

Glancing down at your phone, you quickly composed a text message in response, deleting and rewriting it multiple times before finally sending it.

[You: You want to meet up for lunch?]

After a few minutes had gone by, you figured it was a good time to change into a fresh set of clothes while you waited. Thankfully, aunt May had reminded you to bring a change of attire. As you were in the midst of getting dressed, your phone buzzed with a notification. Trying to play it cool, you pretended like you didn't momentarily drop everything and eagerly hopped back onto the bed to read the message.

[Miguel: Yeah. There’s a café on Webber Street. Be there in an hour?]

He’s such a… stiff? Texter. Is that even a word?

[You: Okay, see you then!]

[Miguel: Webber Street, big green sign. Not even you could miss it. Hasta allí.]

[You: I got it!]

You responded with a huff and an eyeroll, a smile slowly spreading on your face.

Jerk.

You quickly gathered your phone and charger, sliding the phone into your pocket and placing the charger in your backpack. As you packed up, you decided to fold up Miguel's shirt and tuck it away in your bag, knowing you would have to bring it home and wash it before returning it to him. With your belongings in tow, you walked out into the living room where Gwen and her father were sitting on the couch, enjoying a late breakfast.

Gwen's father seemed ready to make you a plate, but you raised your hand to stop him, pushing aside the rumbling in your stomach caused by the enticing smell of eggs on toast. Gwen frowned and got up, walking over to you.

"You're leaving?" she said, giving you a look reminiscent of a kicked puppy.

"Yeah, uhm... I kind of have to go," you mumbled, glancing back towards her father and flashing him a small smile.

"Oh. Okay..." Gwen replied, clearly a bit disappointed.

"I'll walk you home then!" she quickly offered.

"No! I mean... no need! I'm kind of..." you leaned in towards her, whispering, "not heading home."

Gwen looked up at you, clearly confused. "What?! Where are you going?" she hissed, grabbing your arm and leading you towards the front door, away from her father's hearing.

Glancing back, you decided to show her the text message from Miguel. She snatched your phone and brought it up to her face, reading it with a swipe up. In response, you snatched it back, giving her a shocked expression.

"Excuse you," you teased with a smirk.

"Sorry..." Gwen sheepishly apologized.

You smiled and gave her a hug, appreciating her willingness to help. She had promised to make up an excuse to her dad in case your aunt or uncle called, and in return, you had switched on your location and promised to keep her updated, just in case. With a wave to Gwen's father, you called out that you were leaving. He looked confused but ultimately waved back.

As you made your way to Webber Street, which happened to be closer to your place than Gwen's, you consciously tried to avoid dwelling on the events of the previous night. Apart from the obvious reasons, you also didn't want to think about the woman you had seen with Miguel. She had a kind and caring demeanor, almost motherly, and it bothered you that you already found yourself liking her. Couldn't someone you liked just date a complete jerk for once? At least then you'd have a valid reason not to like them!

Rounding a corner, you arrived at Webber Street, spotting the café with its prominent green sign. Walking towards it, you held the door open for a woman who was walking out, earning a smile in return. Stepping inside, you were relieved to find that it wasn't too crowded, considering it was a Sunday.

You took a seat in one of the booths along the wall, sliding off your jacket and placing your backpack on the seat next to you, against the wall. Remembering one of your uncle's lessons about keeping your belongings safe, you made sure to keep your accessories on the inside, minimizing the chances of someone snatching them. Pushing the lesson aside, you looked to your side and grabbed a paper menu that was laid on the table. It had a charming design with hand-drawn menu items that looked incredibly inviting. However, you decided to hold off on ordering until Miguel arrived. He should be joining you any minute now.­­

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Any…. Minute…. Now….

Prying your eyes away from the never-ending scroll of doom, you reluctantly checked the time and realized that Miguel was already about twenty-five minutes late. Was that normal? Filled with curiosity and a hint of concern, you switched over to a new internet tab and quickly Googled the appropriate etiquette for sending a follow-up text when someone is running late.

‘’How long should I wait for someone who is late, and did not text or call?’’

After a bit of scrolling, your head resting on your hand, you came across various sources suggesting that it could be appropriate to send a follow-up text anywhere between five to fifteen minutes after the agreed-upon meeting time. Letting out a sigh, you decided not to overthink it and opted to send him a text message.

[You: Hey, I’m here. Did you get held up?]

After sending the text a surge of anxiousness washed over you. What if you were in the wrong café, wrong place, wrong damn street! Glancing around, ignoring the dirty looks some of the baristas were shooting you, you caught a glimpse of a street sign. You were definitely in the right place.

‘’Miss?’’

You looked up and locked eyes with one of the baristas, a tall blonde woman who was casually, chewing gum and holding a notepad in her hand.

‘’Hi…?’’ you said unsure of what she wanted.

"You're gonna have to order something if you're gonna keep sitting here," she said, the obnoxious sound of her gum chewing filling the air. You nodded in understanding.

‘’I, uhm—I would but, I’m waiting for someone and don’t want to star without them. Can I just order like a glass of water or something?’’ You asked as you flashed her a small smile.

She eyed you up and down, a hint of judgment evident in the small frown on her face. ‘’You’ve been waiting for someone for like half an hour. You gotta order at least a coffee or something.’’ She said while crossing her arms over her chest.

Actually; it’s been about twenty-five minutes. You turd.

However, upon reflection, you realized that it was probably just a store policy and not her fault. While her approach might have seemed a bit rude, you understood that she was simply doing her job, and you couldn't fault her for that. In the end, you decided to comply and ordered an iced coffee, which turned out to be a delightful concoction of sugar and whipped cream with a hint of coffee. It was undeniably delicious, and you made a mental note to come back to this café again sometime. As you were mid-sip, enjoying the sweet caffeine treat, your phone suddenly buzzed, grabbing your attention. Curiosity piqued, you quickly picked up your phone to check the notification.

[Miguel: ill be roght thrr. Gothol up]

Staring at the screen, the straw slowly slipped out of your mouth, causing a small spill of coffee on the table. You quickly reacted, grabbing a napkin to wipe it up before refocusing your attention on your phone, a sense of confusion clouding your expression.

[You: What??]

You watched as after a few seconds bubbles popped up indicating that he was responding.

And then they disappeared.

Oh, wait! there they are- annnd they’re gone.

What the hell?

Finally, a response appeared on your phone, but as you read the text, your confusion only deepened.

[Miguel: B thrr inaminit]

You shook your head, trying to make sense of it, but the confusion lingered. Deciding to set it aside for the moment, you returned to mindlessly scrolling through social media, hoping to distract yourself from the bizarre message.

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Checking the time and realizing that Miguel was now forty minutes late, frustration and disappointment welled up inside you. Pulling up his text, you were prepared to let him know that you were leaving. If this was some kind of elaborate prank or punishment for yesterday, it was certainly not funny. There was no reason to waste your time and get your hopes up. Negative thoughts flooded your mind, considering the possibility that he and his girlfriend were playing a cruel prank on you, laughing at your expense. Perhaps his strange texts were a result of his hands being otherwise occupied.

Taking a deep breath, you closed your eyes and pushed aside all the negative and toxic thoughts. That wasn't like Miguel, or at least you hoped it wasn't. Despite not having known him for very long, you believed you had a better sense of his character than to expect him to do something like that.

However, something caught your attention in the corner of your eye. A crowd of people had gathered around the window next to the café. Curiosity piqued, you observed as more and more people joined the crowd. Intrigued, you got up from your seat and walked over to the door, peering outside. Other café-goers joined you, and together you discovered that people were gathering around the window to watch the televisions inside, broadcasting the local news. Curiosity getting the better of you, you decided to join the rest of the crowd and see what had captured their attention.

"My name is Zuri Adekunle, reporting live from the iconic Times Square, where chaos erupted moments ago in a heart-pounding car chase involving the police, attempted robbers, and our beloved friendly neighborhood Spider-Man!"

You watched; eyes glued to the screen as it showed previous live footage of the chase happening.

‘’Unfortunately, we did not manage to get an interview from Spider-Man himself, however we do have with us today, Captain of the NYPD; George Stacy.’’

You watched as Gwens father spoke, a deep frown on his face as he went on to explain the situation and how Spider-Mans intervening, was not wanted. How instead of celebrating him you should celebrate the men and woman who serve every day, putting their lives on the line for the city and it’s proud citizens.

As you turned around, heading back to the café to retrieve your belongings, you suddenly caught sight of Miguel rounding the corner. His disheveled appearance and uneasy demeanor were immediately noticeable. He was breathing heavily as he jogged up to the door, but when he spotted you, he stopped abruptly. Running a hand through his hair, he cleared his throat, his expression a mix of relief and apprehension.

‘’¡Yo! Sorry for being late.’’ He says as he walks up to you, flashing you a smile.

Looking up at Miguel, a perplexed expression evident on your face, you furrowed your eyebrows deeply. In response, he flashed you another smile and reached out to grab the door, holding it open for you. With a gentle hand on your back, he guided you back into the café, silently urging you to follow him.

"You're really late—did you just come out from that alley?" you asked, your head slightly tilted as you tried to catch a glimpse into the alley, a look of confusion etched on your face.

"Yeah, I know. I took a shortcut through there. My bad," he mumbled, gently pushing you inside the café.

You observed Miguel as he dropped down on the couch, one arm resting on the backrest and one leg propped up on the couch. He let out a deep breath and moved his head from side to side, audibly hearing his neck crack.

"Geez... You... good?" you asked, concern lacing your words as you took a seat.

Miguel glanced up, momentarily caught off guard. "Hm? Oh!" He straightened up, running another hand through his hair and adjusting his hoodie. "Yeah, yeah! I ended up having to run a few blocks, so... just needed a minute to catch my breath."

Your eyes widened as you connected the dots. "Oh! You must have gotten caught up with the whole car chase!" you exclaimed, watching him curiously.

"HUH?! Uh, no, no. Why would you think that?" he responded, his face scrunched up in confusion and unease.

"Well... I mean, I just saw it on the news. They must have shut down a few streets. Did you not— is that not why you're late?’’ You questioned, a mix of confusion and suspicion evident on your face.

"Oh... yeah, I guess you could put it like that..." Miguel trailed off, rubbing the back of his neck.

You continued to study him, your expression filled with a mix of confusion and suspicion. Why was he acting like this? And why was he smiling so much? It was so unlike him! Finally, he looked at you, his calm and unbothered demeanor returning. He scanned you from head to toe before shaking his head in confusion.

"What are you staring at?" he asked, his deep tone remaining unchanged.

"I—YOU!" you exclaimed, causing a few patrons to glance over at your table. Realizing the attention you drew, you offered a small apologetic smile to the onlookers.

Miguel raised one of his dark eyebrows, his gaze lingering on you, and you couldn't help but be reminded of just how handsome he was without even trying. With a small frown, you forced yourself to look away. "Why am I here?" you asked, avoiding direct eye contact. "If it's about the shirt, I'll have it washed and give it back to you," you mumbled, glancing down at your hands.

"The shirt? Oh. That's fine. Whatever you want," Miguel replied nonchalantly, shrugging.

"Did you order already?" he asked casually, his eyes widening as he glanced at the menu.

You slowly turned your head to look at him, a cartoonish sound effect of concrete scraping playing in your mind. However, in reality, there was only silence.

"Miguel..." you began, your eyebrows furrowing.

"Hm?" he responded, not looking up from the menu.

"Why. Am. I. here?" you asked, a faint look of annoyance crossing your face.

"What do you mean?" he asked, glancing up at you.

"If not for the shirt, why am I here? Why did you ask me to meet you here?" you inquired, crossing your arms over your chest.

"To... eat?" he replied, his tone uncertain, but managing to wear an expression that suggested you were the one missing something.

"To eat??" you repeated incredulously. Then it hit you. "Did you... ask me to come here as... as you asking me out?" you asked, staring at him, realization dawning upon you.

You watched as Miguel slowly straightened up, folding his arms over his chest and leaning back in his seat. His expression was unreadable as he gazed down at you. Even with a table between you, he still seemed to tower over you.

"Me being late... has not made this the best first date, I guess," he mumbled, averting his gaze.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

"I see," you said, trying to keep a straight face.

"If you want to leave, I understand."

"I...uh...no, no, I do not. I just... didn't realize it was a date, is all," you stammered, feeling a mix of confusion and embarrassment.

He looked at you with a perplexed expression. "What? Why else would I ask you to come here?"

"I don't know!" you blurted out, feeling a bit flustered.

Miguel let out a sigh, closing his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose. "Dios, dame fuerzas," he mumbled to himself before turning back to you, taking a deep breath. "I am sorry for being late. Something cam up and It was… unavoidable."

You offered a smile in response. "It's okay."

He nodded slowly, his eyes wandering over your figure before returning to your face. "How are you feeling?"

Frowning, you looked down at your hands, fiddling with your nails. You didn't want to dwell on that right now. But speaking of last night... wasn't he there with his girlfriend? You hesitated for a moment, unsure if you should bring it up.

"Don't you already have a girlfriend?" you finally asked, raising your gaze to meet his.

His eyebrows practically shot up to his hairline, showing his shock. "What? No! Of course not. Why would you ask that?"

"The woman from last night," you replied, glancing between your hands on the table and his face.

After a moment of thought, a look of realization and amusement crossed his features. "You mean Jess? The girl with the yellow glasses?"

You nodded slowly, waiting for his response.

He shook his head and leaned back in his seat. "She's just an old friend. She has a boyfriend, and they live together."

Oh~

"Oh..." you replied, glancing up at him. The way he stared at you made your cheeks heat up a bit. "I just...you were there with her, so I just kind of assumed..."

"I left with you, didn't I?" he interrupted, his eyes locking with yours in an almost smoldering gaze.

Your heart skipped a beat. Was he flirting? The thought sent a rush of excitement through you, evident in the slight blush on your cheeks. As if he could read your mind, he let out a short, deep laugh, shaking his head before looking away and then back at you.

The two of you proceeded to order your food, and the waitress nearly choked on her gum when she saw Miguel sitting in front of you. She gave you a surprised look followed by a suggestive smile, causing your cheeks to redden even more, and you had to look away to regain your composure.

As you engaged in conversation, time seemed to pass quickly, and you watched the day slowly fade away outside the window. Checking your phone, you remembered to text Gwen and let her know that everything was okay. However, you noticed that it was getting dark outside.

Suddenly, Miguel's demeanor changed. He became rigid, patting down his sides and running his hands through every pocket before letting out a deep sigh. "Gracias a Dios," he muttered to himself, turning his gaze to you. You looked at him, giving him a small smile, slightly confused.

Miguel extended his hand towards you, waiting for you to place your hand in his. Hesitantly, you placed your hand in his, feeling a mix of nervousness and excitement. He gently turned your wrist over, using both hands to slide something onto it, his touch soft and delicate.

"It is called a Pulsera de Hilo," he said, gently tightening it against your wrist. "Something to smile at for a change." He teased, running his thumb over your knuckles before pulling away.

You couldn't help but miss his touch already, but you pulled your wrist back and inspected the braided bracelet now adorning it. It was a beautiful combination of dark blue and red threads.

"Did you make this?" you asked, looking up at Miguel. He simply shrugged, leaning back in his seat and watching you.

"It's beautiful, thank you!" you exclaimed, smiling lovingly at him. If you squinted, you could have sworn you saw a light blush on his cheeks before he looked away, finishing his drink.

You spent another half hour just hanging out and talking, savoring each other's company. Eventually, the bitter realization that it was time for you to head home set in. Walking together, joking and asking questions, you found yourselves at the crossroad where you had first encountered each other on your empanada adventure.

You stopped, turning around to face him, and smiled up at him. "Thank you for today. I had a really good time," you said genuinely.

Miguel shrugged but flashed you a small smile. He stared at you for a moment, and you mirrored his gaze, the silence growing slightly awkward. "Was there something else?" he finally asked, breaking the silence.

You shook your head, indicating there was nothing else on your mind. He rolled his eyes playfully and motioned for you to keep walking. "I am walking you home, dummy. Vámonos," he said.

You continued walking, on the verge of rolling your eyes at his playful remark, when you felt his fingers intertwine with yours as he took your hand in his. Glancing up at him, you saw that he was focused ahead, his expression remaining unchanged. Your heart started pounding in your chest, and another blush spread across your face.

·  Hasta allí – see you there.

· Dios, dame fuerzas - God, give me strength

· Gracias a Dios – Thank god

· Tontita – dummy

[5cookiekitty]

*『Meeting of a lifetime』

Yandere portgas d ace × gentle reader

Summary: or the one where a resident fire user heart is taken by a woman with the gentlest persona. It's a tragedy when her love is her undoing.

Tw: yandere behavior

Author note: yes I turned the headcanons into a fic , your welcome. Some things may different but that's okay.

Ace couldn't help but stare at your form. The way you weaved through the hoards of people with that same gentle smile that always made his hear flutter.

He was in love with you and every thought about you set him on fire until he was buring , burning , burning , gone. His love for you hurts , it'd Hurst so much that he can't hold you in his arms or even kiss you on your cheek cause you weret his.

He knows he doesn't deserve someone like you. You got the best , you deserved the best that the world could give you. But couldn't he be selfish just this once. Is ot so bad to be that best thing you deserved. To feel how hot your love would for him or to see how perfect you would fit in his arms. He knows he shouldn't want this , it's not healthy and your not a object but just being near you is making it hard.

He then sets his resolve for the next time he meets you. He's a pirate and he'll do anything to obtain the treasure his blood so desired. "Goodbye ace." Your voice manged to cut through the air and towards his ear and his gives a little wave back as his smiled. He couldn't wait untill you were entirely his.

•~•○•~•

Your sisters stood around your shaking and sobbing form crumbled on the floor. The news paper that you had just gotten done readings tossed off to the side like a piece of trash. Your wailing was breaking their hearts more than what they already were.

Ace was such a prominent figure in the bar it wasn't long untill everyone who was calling you big sis was calling him big brother. They loved ace with all his goofy and charming ways and they way he brought joy anytime he came. They all loved ace , just not in the way you did.

"Onee-san." A teenage girl mumbled quietly behind you as she sat on her hands and knees right by your form to wrap a arm around your shoulders and pull you to her side. "I'm sure he'll be fine , ace is strong." She said and your eyes glanced towards the paper from where your head was still wrapped in your arms. "I know that but whitebeard is-" another sob rocks your body and every flinched at the unusual sound coming from your usually gentle voice.

One of the younger girls stepped out from behind an older girls skirt with determined eyes. "I know you love him Ms.l/-" your head snaped up causing the girl holding you to jump up with a small yelp. "I don't love ace He's just kind and has a nice smile and he's supper good looking and strong and he's...my..friend." everyone in the room winced at the realization on your voice as you trailed off into a quote whisper.

"Oh." You quietly voiced as you stared blankly ahead with tears streaming down your face. You were in love with ace , his charm had wormed its way into your heart and set it ablaze. You were in love with ace , you were in love with a man you would never see again.

With hat thought anointed sob ripped its way through your body. This one sounding just like the heartbreak you felt.

•~•○•~•

Ace laughed made its way across the deck. Cheers , drinking , and dancing were seen and heard across the waters as the whitebeard celebrated his promotion to second division captain. His laughter morphed into a smirk as thatch swung his arms across his shoulder , tipsy and smelling of booze as he crashed his face right onto his shoulder. "So second division commander what's on your mind , you seemed to be in thought lately." Ace smiled melancholy.

He thought about alot of things these days. How the whitebeards were just as much his family as luffy and those kids back on the isalnd were.or that he finally understood he could allow himself to be happy and have happiness. Or about the next meal that would fill his bottomless stomach or even the weather for the day.

But his thoughts were mostly consumed of thoughts about you. The one thing his body crazed to touched , the person his eyes desperately wanted to see and the voice his ears wanted to hear. He thought about alot of things , but none of them brought him pain like when he thought about you.

And while ace desperately at these times wanted to scream , shout , or cry in frustration and want he held back. He held back so long it hurt but for the first time in months he lets his thoughst wonder back to thoughts about you. Finally he felt safe and vulnerable enough to ask the one question that plagued his mind for months.

"I want to visit <Island name>." Thatch was at first confused by the answer he received. Why would some Island be cauing his little brother this much dilemma? Maybe the island people wronged them and he wanted revenge , they would of had gladly backed him up if they did.

But his thoughts were proven wrong not a second later when every spade pirates within the vicinity started loosing their God damn minds. Their reaction combined with ace answer brought a silence to the deck as the confused and downright worried whitebeards watched as the spade pirates laughed and teased their captain.

"AYOO i was wondering how long you were going to last!"

"Just couldn't wait could ya!"

"I was just thinking about them! Seems like I'm not the only one!"

"Poor things , probably thinkd your dead.."

"That just add to their love story! A once thought dead ma-OUCH!"

The whitebeards watched on in various stages on confusion as ace whacked one of the spades in his heads before the incoherent screaming started. Thatch leaned over to mask deuce with the question that plagued everyone's mind. "Whats that about." He asked and mask deuce gave a chuckle that spoked of found memories.

"A girl lives on that island." He said and thatch cocked his head to the side as marco joined his side. "One that managed to take the captains heart." He finished. Marco and thatch froze in place as it finally clicked in their heads.

'Ace had a lover waiting for him.' They thought and mask deuce apparently had thr ability to read minds and his swayed his hand in the air as if to dismissed their thoughts. "Don't go thinking that now or whatever. They weren't love birds just yet."

"Yet?" Thatch questioned and mask nodded as his stared down at the beer bottle in his hands. "Yes , yet. Ace was planning on confessing after he got rid of whitebeard , but as you can see..." he jesters in the direction of where Ace was and side eyed them. "I now Ace and I know that being away from her has hurt him more than whatever whitebeard could do to him." Mask stood up and stretched as he looked back at the now serious face commanders.

"If you don't take him to her he won't last. Ace loves that girl with all his heart and it breaking in two. If he asked he's in trouble. Take him to her." And with that he turned around but not without one last question being thrown his way.

"What is she like?" Mask turned around and smiled in a way that spoke of the mysterious girl personality.

"Like butterfly kisses on your skin."

There was a certain buzz on the ship after that night. A lingering want and curiosity buzzed around the halls and decks like bees to a flower. Ace hasn't been seen nor heard of since he was told they were going to the island. "LAND SPOTTED!" Someone shouted and everyone on the three boats clambered respectively on their docks to watch the island come into view. Not a second later did ace appear right at the railings , practically about to fall off into the water with how much he was leaning over.

Marco glanced at him , noticing the way he seemed to bounced in place and grip the the edge of thr boat almost as if the stop himself from jumping over and swimming there his ownself. They docked , right in front of a small port littered with boxes and old nets. There were multiple people there , each looking on with uncertain fear as they docked.

They were all able to witness how , the moment ace leaned over the railing and smiled , did the shout of happiness and joy srround the dock. Ace without a second thought jumped from the ships with the sound of worried shout behind him. The moment his feet touched the dock was his immediately surrounded by relieved and happy people who were sprouting questions and things at him like bullets.

The whitebeards watched on , leaving the boat more safely than ace did , with wonder and curiosity. Ace who had taken months to even say a word to them was letting these people hug , touched , and shower him in trinkets and gifts all the while he smiled and let them. And then kids of all ages and sizes came running down the docks with shout of "big bro ace." Echoing it nearly gave all them whiplash from how fast they were able to twist their head around in shock.

They watched as ace let the kids climb him like a jungle gym. They watched as he smiled as he passed a kid of the an adult who gave his head a rub. And they watched the moment hushed over the dock as a tiny faint voice cuts through the air.

"Ace?" That tiny voice held so much hopefulness and so much awe thatch couldn't believe his eyes when a woman , a tiny thing clambered in cloths and kids alike as she stepped across onto the dock. Those kind e/c lit up , like she was dying and only ace was the cure. The kids hurriedly made off the woman as she was running full force at the fire user. They tense , imminently on edge but as they took glances at ace they knew...

This was the woman.

As soon as she could she threw her arms around the man who had stolen her heart and held on like he was going to dissappear from her sights once more. Ace was fast to wrap his arms around her and burry his face into her head.

With after months apart , she was here and he felt whole again.

"Oh would you look at that." Thatch said watching the familiar gleam in ace eyes take shape the longer he held the woman and he smiled. Cause he recognized that glint , it was one passed to brothers and old and one that promised protection and undoubtedly mine. He glanced over at msrco and they both nodded.

What better reward to their little brother promotion than his soon to be lover. And besides she seemed like such a sweetheart.

•~•○•~•

That night was filled with laughter, joy ,and happy tears all around. Pirates and civilians mingled as beer (and juice for the kids) were passed all around. Everyone watched on fondly at the two long at last reunited young adults. Ace has been glued to y/n side since the hug , always having some sort of touch on her rather it be his thigh touching hers or a hand on her knee.

"All right kids it time for bed." Y/n stood in front of the group of kids who all imminently groaned out in protest. "Ah ah-i don't want to hear it. Your all growing children who need sleep and rest." Ace who had his arms wrapped around her waist and head on her shoulder nodded his head in agreement.

"It's about time we all take our leave to."one of the towns people said walking over. "It's late and we all still have jobs that need to be done in thr morning. We'll catch you tomorrow yeah?" The woman nodded as parents grabbed at the kids all voicing their goodbyes as they did so.

Y/n yawned and giggled a little when ace held onto her tighter. "You won't leave tomorrow without saying goodbye?" She questioned and ace stunned her around so quickly she yelped as he took her hands in his. "Of course not." Y/n furrowed her eyebrows in worry as ace tilted his head in confusion. "Y/n?"

"You scared me you know..." it was said barely above a whisper as she glanced off to the side. "Really badly. I thought that you were gone forever and I will never see you again." She said and aces heart clenched in guilt but also anticipation. Did she feel the same he felt when he wasn't able to be by her side? Was her thoughts also filled with him ever second of every day? Did this mean she felt the same way. Ace would of had smiled if it wasn't for the look she was giving him.

"Your reckless and a idiot but you can be cause your strong." Her words were wobbled in fear as she recalled how she almost lost him. "Ace you need to be more careful. There is always a bigger fish in the sea and one of these days your going to get eaten. You need to rember that there are people who worry for you, I worry for you , and I don't think my heart can take it if you truly got hurt. I know this sound selfish you of this bu-"

"I don't think it sounds selfish." He was quick to interrupt her. He lets go of her handsome stuff his hands in his pockets and looks down at the ground as as stood there. "It sounds very human cause that what we're are at the end of the day. Human." He was quick to take her cheek in his hand as he smiled apologetically. "I'm sorry for worrying you. I didn't mean to give you a scare , I'll try not to go up against anymore big bad pirates without help ok?" He held out a pinky for her to take from his other hand as she laughed , sliding her pinkie into his. He rested his forehead against hers , wanting nothing more than to just kiss her right then and there but he held back if only for her sake. "I promise." He said and they pulled apart.

She started to walk away but not before turning around and planting a kiss on his cheek as she ran off. Ace reached up to the spot where he lips grazed and he smiled , never noticing and uncaring of how deranged he looked in that moment. 'Her lips are softer than what I imagined.'

He just fell in love with her all over again.

"Marco..." Thatch voice expectantly said as he perched on the side of the the phoenix in the tree. "If that wasn't enough proof than his expression is. Look at him." Marco rolled his eyes the joking tone at the last sentence as he stretched his legs before plopping down on the soft grass floor with Thatch following. "Yeah yeah whatever." He looked over at his little brother as he shouted out.

"Ace! let's get this over with before the morning yoi!"

•~•○•~•

Your head was pounding as you open your eyes. You were quick to sit up when you heard the startled sound of multiple woman who when you looked over were nurses. They were quick to shimmer out the room and you winced wondering where in the hell were you.

And then not a moment to soon ace was walking through the door and you calmed down if only a little bit. "Ace?" You questioned noticing how nervous he looked. "Whats going on ,where am I , wh-" He rushed to you side to once more hold your hands in his like he did last(?) night. Only this one felt more meaningful , like the calm before the storm , as he looked eyes with your and held that stare.

"Y/n I love you." He said it so suddenly that it took you a moment to register what he said. "Wh-" He squeezed you hand still holding that stare that you now realized was filled with love and want. "I've love you for a while now and I just couldn't take not telling you. I understand if you don't feel that same but I needed to tell you." And your face gained that look he always adored on you. One held with such fondness and love it made his heart pound.

"Oh Ace..." you manged to get out through tears and suddenly he was panicking and was quickly waving his hands around frantically. "AHH don't cry! I'm sorry if I've made you-AHH!" His shout of terror and worry made you cry more as you were quick to ressure him. "Their happy tears ace." He calmed down as he lets his arms fall limply to the side , letting them hand there as he looked on hopefully and longingly. "Does that mean..." he had his arms around you the moment you nodded your pretty little head.

Ace was practically burning with happiness as he held you in his arms. You fitted so well and he never felt so warm-so complete before and he never wanted to let that feeling go. If he could hold you like this for the rest of his life he would...but ace wasn't stupid and he knew what was to come to the moment you looked towards the door.

"I've got to tell the kids. They'll be so happy-" you cut yourself as you looked back at the man as he sat there blankly staring through you. "Ace?" You said softly and all he did was mumbled and looked down at his hands. "I'm sorry." Was his simple response , blood draining from your face when you heard the sound of waves coming from outside. "I'm so sorry. I didn't do it , I promise , but then marco said it was to much of a opportunity to be missed and I couldn't help my self." If you could get paler you would.

"Ace what do you mean." You hoped it was a misunderstanding. You desperately hoped he didn't do-they didn't do what you think they did. But that guilty look in those sweet Grey eyes told all the story thye needed to. "Your not leaving me again y/n. Ever." You rushed out the door and towards the railing hoping to see your home isalnd somewhere , anywhere.

It was no where to be seen.

You break down in tears right then and there. The sense of betrayal strong , but not strong enough to fight off ace arms as he gathered you up snd walked you towards what you could assume was his room. You pounded on his chest in anger and screeched at him for doing this you. You hated him at this moment and you wished to hate him for the rest of your life , but you couldn't. Cause no matter what ace did he was still your ace. The very same ace who sat yall gently on the bed and let you cry your heart out in his arms all the while he gazed sorrowful down at you.

He watched as you tired yourself out and he watched as you felt asleep , tear striken face pulled into a pinched as his fingers rubbed your back. "I know you hate me and I know what I did was wrong." He talked to himself as he gazed out the window from his room and into the seas gaze. "But you'll forgive eme eventually ,I know you will." He kissed your forhead as he leaned back into the bed and brought you down to his chest with his arms still wrapped around you.

"I love you y/n."

[weepingfoxfury]

A song about cherry trees comes to a close and the misery minutes come into view. I'm turning the volume down on death, war, famine and pestilence.

A mild morning and a wide smile. Food bags washed to be re-used forgotten on the washing line. Remnants of rain inside the clear little bags. They'll have to be washed again.

Mind goes back to childhood and the funfair. Playing Hoopla. Goldfish in bags on little plinths waiting to be won and escape their confines for bigger waters. The delight of bringing home a little 'prize', setting up the fish bowl, watching as the little critter went round and round and round.

None of these fish lasted. All escaped their confines. Fish and their short term memories just isn't true.

Thursday, Thursday, Thursday ... sitting in my own little goldfish bowl, Madame Butterfly's final notes swimming around me. Another shiny metropolis visit awaits ...

[shuakeficrecs]

► Fic Rec Friday ◄

» Blind Eye of the Storm by Sierendipity Rated T | 2.6k | Complete Summary:  Akechi Goro sits in Cafe Leblanc the night before everything goes to hell, and makes a choice.

What delicious angst, and a brilliant choice in moment to capture: the last quiet moment before everything shatters. There's almost something Bibical-Last-Supper about it. The betrayer who knows, the betrayee who also knows and still loves, all over a seemingly-mundane evening. Great use of details to emphasize larger themes, and the scattered references to the quiet Robin Hood vs the Loki's yawning horror really beautifully accentuates akechi's internal conflict.

[givemeabreakimbig28]

bitter sweet is really gonna be reuniting the whole My Engineer cast im so excited

[kazimakuwabara]

My Sweater Now

Summary: He didn't want the sweater, until he did. (Aka I'm thinking about old Kuwabara knitting again)

***

“Lift up them arms, shorty.”

For the life of him, Hiei wasn’t sure why he listened to those words, but the next thing he knew, he had his arms lifted above his head, and a sweater being shoved down atop him.

“What the fuck?” Hiei managed, as he helped push the rest of the sweater’s neck over his head. 

He glanced down at an indigo colored sweater that had been forced over his head, and then back to the man who had somehow gotten it on him with a few shitty words.

Kuwabara laughed at Hiei’s expression, calmed, and then laughed again when he dared to crack an eye open.

“Dude, calm down! Your gaze could kill!”

“I wish!” Hiei seethed.

“You do not!” Kuwabara snorted bending to roll down the neck of the sweater. Kuwabara grinned, deep lines digging into the groove of his face as he tried to adjust the sweater around HIei, “Well… It’s a bit big isn’t it?”

“A bit big for what?” Hiei asked looking down at the sweater. It went past his knees.

“As a sweater... for you,” Kuwabara sighed, righting himself, and tilting his head to the side. He frowned as he stared at it.

“...Why the fuck did you make this?” Hiei growled, holding his arms from his body, and staring at the sleeves that were six inches too long on each arm, “And whose measurements did you use?”

“It’s my first sweater, so I took a guess. So sue me,” Kuwabara dismissed, pulling his glasses from his pocket. He slipped them on the brim of his nose, regarded Hiei again, and then burst into a loud laugh again, “Oh no. This is really too much, isn’t it? Well… fuck!”

Kuwabara sat down on his couch, still looking at Hiei with amusement.

“Why is this on me? Why did you make it? Just… Why?” Hiei huffed, twisting as he tried to look at himself in every angle of the new garment.

“I’ve been knitting; it keeps my hands nimble,” Kuwabara answered holding up his index finger. As he continued to list, he held up another finger, “Kurama is constantly complaining how underdressed you are in the winter, and I thought fuck it. Why not?”

Kuwabara caught one of Hiei’s long sleeves, and taking pity on Hiei began to roll it up to his elbow. With affection, he added, “I dunno… I wanted to do something for you, and I thought this would be an easy and nice gesture.”

“...You thought knitting a sweater would be easy?” Hiei snorted. He rolled his eyes but offered out his other sleeve to Kuwabara so he could roll it up too.

“I’m ambitious,” Kuwabara admitted, grinning to himself. “I just wanted you to keep warm.”

“As I constantly must remind you fools, I’m a fire demon!” Hiei sighed. “I can warm myself!”

“You shouldn’t expend your energy all the time!” Kuwabara tutted. “At our age, you should be careful.”

“Kuwabara, you’re fifty-five, and I’m one hundred and eleven. We’re still spry!” Hiei snorted glaring down at the sweater. “This is a fucking dress!”

Kuwabara didn’t answer, but smiled at Hiei softly, his head cocked to his side. He wondered absently if Hiei understood what Kuwabara’s age even meant. Not wanting to drag the mood down, Kuwabara offered, “I could make Yukina one in pink. You can match.”

“Don’t you dare. She’ll wear it and make me wear this!” Hiei huffed.

“If you don’t like it, I’ll make you something else. I can give this to someone else, or use it myself. It’s too big anyway,” Kuwabara offered, holding out his hands.

Hiei flitted away from him then, disappearing and then reappearing across the room. Hiei had rolled the sleeves back down and was squatting like an angry frog inside the overabundance of knitted material. With his eyes narrowed he snapped, “No. Fuck you, it’s mine now.”

Kuwabara laughed with disbelief, “You don’t have to pretend to like it-”

“Since when am I that charitable!? It’s warm. …It’s mine!” Hiei tutted.

Kuwabara grinned wider, the smile lines of his face settling in his skin even deeper. Crow’s feet crinkled around his eyes as he grinned at Hiei, and shook his head, “Fine Hiei, it’s yours. But if you want me to take it back, and try to knit you something that’ll fit, I don’t mind-”

“Fuck off. It’s mine.”

Kuwbara laughed as Hiei settled into it.

Hiei couldn’t quite fathom what compelled him to let Kuwabara put it on him, but Hiei damn sure wasn’t going to let Kuwabara take it off him now.

[buffetlicious]

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