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Sweet Sorrow - Ch. 1 Miguel O’hara x F!Reader

Phew, alright, I have to admit, this chapter was a bit of a struggle to write. My self-doubt and anxieties are having a go at me, and I can't help but feel like I rushed it a little. But you know what? I'd rather get it out there than keep overthinking it until I can quote it word for word.

I know it might be a bit confusing or jumbled right now, but I promise it'll get easier to understand as the story unfolds. There are so many good moments planned that I can't wait to share with you 😭

Today's been a self-doubt day for me, but hey, it happens. Now, let's talk about Sweet Sorrow, the spin-off of my baby Bitter Sweet. I'd really appreciate it if you could let me know what you think about it. If you have any questions, don't hesitate to ask.

Also, I want to take a moment to say thank you so much for all the support. We've reached over 1000 likes and over 100 reblogs, and I'm incredibly grateful for every single one. Your likes, questions, comments, and asks truly make my day brighter. I can't say it enough – thank you all from the bottom of my heart!💖

(I’ve also gotten all your asks so don’t worry! Once the next chapter of Bitter Sweet is out, i will begin slowly releasing them as well! ty again, ilu all!)

Now, I'm going to take a deep breath and keep pushing forward with the story. With your support, I know I can make it even better, and I'm excited to see where this journey takes us.

Part 2

As you find yourself hurtling towards an inevitable end, you gaze upward, and there is Miguel, falling with you. His hand reaches out with desperate hope, as if trying to bridge the impossible distance between you. Despite his bloodied and battered state, he grits his teeth, calling out for you with a heart-wrenching cry. You don’t have the strength to call out for him, tears well up in your eyes, suspended in the air like tiny, glistening droplets, as you continue to fall.

You know he won't be able to catch you; the fall is too fast, the distance too great. However perhaps selfishly so, you still use the last of your strength to call out for him, begging him to save you.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, the Green Goblin appears, swooping in on his glider. He crashes into Miguel's side, sending him careening into another building. You close your eyes letting out another sob as you watch The Green Goblin looks down at you, his face twisted with malevolence. He gives you a small, taunting wave, relishing, before setting his sights on Spiderman, on Miguel.

Will it hurt?

As you plummet, the inevitable ground approaches, and you can't help but think that this is it. In a final desperate act, you call out Miguel's name, as if it's your way of making a lasting impact on the world. The prospect of death might be beyond your control, but no one can take away the memories of his name, his face, his smile, his touch, and his love. They will be the last thoughts in your mind before you touch the ground. Before you die.

With a loud gasp, the back of your jacket unexpectedly snags on a flag post, suspending you high above the ground. As you look down, the world spins around you, making your head swirl with dizziness. Panic takes hold, and you cry out in a desperate attempt to free yourself. The flagpole protests with creaks, and you find yourself trapped, unable to move without facing a deadly plunge. It's as if fate is playing one last cruel joke on you, leaving you helplessly suspended, caught between life and death.

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Miguel's expression contorted with pain as the glider collided with him, forcing the air from his lungs in a pained grunt. Amidst the chaos, Osborn's sinister laughter echoed in his ears, fueling his determination. He mustered every ounce of strength, pushing himself up, his talons digging into the glider's metal.

‘’Miguel--!!’’

Rage and panic surged through him, driving Miguel to lash out. With a fierce punch, he thrust his hand through the metal, causing cables and sparks to fly, but he paid no mind to the chaos around him. Osborn cursed and fought back, trying to halt his advance. Fingers closed around Miguel's mask, but he didn't care anymore, not even as the mask was yanked off, and their eyes met. A roar escaped his lips as he smacked Osborn in the face, the broken glider sending the villain flying into a nearby building.

Despite his aching body, Miguel webbed onto two buildings simultaneously, propelling himself forward through the air. He ignored the pain, focused only on reaching his destination. Landing on the roof of the building where you had fallen, he scrambled up on all fours, rushing to the edge. Before he could react, a blinding light burst through the air, and he collided with a solid mass, sending him falling backward.

Looking up, Miguel froze in astonishment. Before him stood a large, futuristic-looking Spiderman, his face concealed behind a mask, yet the intensity of his gaze felt palpable. It was as if he was scrutinizing Miguel's very soul. But the urgency in your cry brought him back to the present. Determined to reach you, he rose to his feet, ready to dash over, only to be halted by the other Spiderman's outstretched hand, signaling him to stop.

"Don't kid," the man's voice resonated with a deep yet strangely familiar tone.

"What- ¡Bastardo! ¡Fuera de mi camino!" Miguel practically spat, his frustration boiling over as he tried to move past the other Spiderman. But his defiance was met with an iron grip on his suit, forcing him back to the ground with a powerful slam. Despite his own strength, Miguel found himself overpowered as the other Spiderman held him down effortlessly with just one arm.

Rage surged through him as he yelled in frustration, attempting to push the man off, but to no avail. The other Spiderman responded by slamming him back down, now using both arms to maintain control. Their faces were inches apart, and the intensity of the moment was almost suffocating.

"Listen to me!" the other Spiderman growled; his voice urgent. "I can save her! But you have to listen to me; I don't have much time!"

Miguel's eyes locked onto the stranger's face, wide with unfiltered rage. Their attention was momentarily drawn to the ledge by the sound of a creaking pole and your desperate cries.

"Hijo de puta! Get off me, I’ll rip your head off!" Miguel yelled in frustration, but his defiance only resulted in another punishing slam into the roof, leaving him gasping for breath.

As if by some futuristic mechanism, the man's mask suddenly dissolved before Miguel's eyes, leaving his face fully exposed in an instant. He froze, staring up in pure shock.

"Yeah well, good luck with that, kid," Miguel looked up at the older version of himself, utterly speechless and shocked.

"¡Escúchame!" The older man's voice echoed with intensity, his crimson eyes locking fiercely with Miguel's brown ones.

"Even if you save her now, she'll be in danger again, maybe later today, maybe tomorrow, maybe next shocking week. It doesn't matter! She'll keep facing death over and over!" Miguel shook his head, about to protest, but he was forcefully pushed back against the roof, the pain shooting through him.

"SHUT UP!" the older version of himself shouted, cutting off any further objections.

"She is destined to die! Because of you! Because of who you are, because of who WE are! But I can save her… I can save her life, you understand?’’ Miguel gazed up at the man, still in shock and pain, his eyes glazing over as he looked toward the ledge of the building.

"I can save her. But she can never see you again. She will be safe with me; she can have a life with me, but only if I take her with me. You have to let her go." The older version of himself pressed him down before rising and leaning over Miguel, hovering just above him, his finger pointing directly at his face.

"You go over there now, you save her?" He pointed towards the edge. "She dies. And there is NOTHING I can do about it. You have to make a choice, right now." Miguel swallowed hard, his eyes glossing over as he looked at the ledge and then back at the older version of himself.

"I…" Miguel hesitated, his heart pounding in his chest.

"CHOOSE, NOW!" The older Miguel barked, his teeth showing in a fierce display of impatience.

"I… Save her! I love-" Miguel's voice trembled as he looked up at the older version of himself. To his surprise, the man's expression softened slightly. In that fleeting moment, they shared a connection. Miguel blinked, and just like that, the mask formed back over the older man's face, concealing his emotions once more. He stood tall, turning away from Miguel, leaving him sitting there.

"I'll keep her safe. Tienes mi palabra," the man said, glancing briefly over his shoulder before leaping off the side of the building.

Miguel remained sitting there, a mixture of relief and sorrow flooding through him. He watched as bright lights illuminated the scene, listening to your desperate calls for him. His entire body went rigid. He dashed up, rushing to the side, only to catch a fleeting glimpse of the portal closing, taking you away with it. You were gone, leaving him standing there alone, his fists trembling at his sides. The distant sounds of the city were drowned out by the deafening sound of his heart hammering in his ears.

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The flagpole keeps creaking, and panic engulfs you as you frantically search for anything to hold onto, causing you to swing back and forth in desperation. With every creak, the pole bends a little more, making your heart race even faster. You stretch upward, trying to grasp onto it as it starts bending downwards.

Your hands wrap around the pole, but you feel yourself slipping, and in desperation, you cry out for Miguel, for anyone, to come and save you. The bolts that attach the flagpole to the wall begin to move as your weight puts strain on the weak fastenings, threatening to give way.

In a terrifying moment, the small flagpole is pulled out of the loosening bolts, and you scream as it drops, together with you.

Suddenly, a figure casts a shadow above you, and you look up just in time to witness another Spiderman's arrival. His talons dig into the wall as he slides down, causing it to crack apart. In a swift move, he snatches the collar of your shirt, catching you, and with incredible strength, he pulls you up and holds you with one arm. For a moment, you stare at each other, shocked and slightly bloodied you stare up at the eyes of his mask slowly narrowing, as if he waited for something to happen.

But before you can comprehend what's happening, the man throws you through a portal, and you scream out for Miguel, your voice echoing in desperation. He follows right behind you, and the world around you shifts drastically.

The surroundings are strange, uncanny, and constantly morphing into different shapes, colors, and constructs. It feels as if you're floating in space, yet there's a sense of movement, as if the world around you is shifting and transforming. Shapes, sounds, and colors blend together, creating an otherworldly experience. It's as if you've entered a realm where time, space, and reality intertwine, leaving you in a state of awe and bewilderment.

Suddenly, the man reappears, the other Spiderman, leaping towards you with a trademark Spiderman leap. Panic grips you as you scramble to escape. Whoever this guy was, whether he wore a Spiderman suit or not, he wasn’t Miguel.

You flail your arms and legs, akin to a dog attempting to swim for the first time. However, before you can fully comprehend what's happening, a hand snatches you up and propels you towards yet another bright light. Your body is flung through the portal, leaving you disoriented and landing on your front in a large and dimly lit room.

Slowly, you push yourself up on your arms, whispering a quiet, pained "ow..." The realization of the situation dawns on you, and your eyes shoot open. Flipping over onto your back, you begin to crawl backward, putting distance between yourself and the man who is stepping toward you.

Every muscle in your body tenses with fear and uncertainty. Your heart pounds loudly in your chest as you try to make sense of where you are and what's happening. The dim light in the room casts eerie shadows, adding to the surreal atmosphere. You don't know who this man is or what he wants, and your instincts urge you to keep your distance.

"Lyla!" His voice startled you, and as you turned around, a cheerful yellow hologram of a woman materialized on the man's shoulder.

[Oh, hey Boss~ How’d it go- Oh…]

Suddenly the hologram playfully teleported in front of you. Instinctively, you scooted back, keeping both of them at arm's length. The hologram, Lyla, flickered momentarily before returning to the man's shoulder.

"Check her vitals and bring up the statistics from her dimension," he says, drawing a circle with his hand to encompass all of you. As he walks past, you scramble away, realizing that he doesn't seem interested in you. Making his way over to some monitors, he starts typing something in.

[Got it]

The hologram nonchalantly shrugs her shoulders as a bright yellow light shines over you, seemingly scanning your body. You instinctively move away, flinching as the light flicks from one side of you to the other.

[Elevated heart rate; 123 bpm. The respiratory rate is increased, steady at 15. Without a thorough check-up, I can't provide precise statistics. However, based on a quick review, she shows possible signs of anxiousness and confusion, and she might be somewhat disoriented. Additionally, she could be showing signs of paleness, which might indicate a drop in her blood pressure, although that could also be due to a lack of sun exposure... sorry to call you out, y/n]

"Lyla..." The man's voice carried a cautious tone as he swiftly typed on a hologram keyboard, summoning screens before him.

[The canon is stable, no disruptions or anomalies detected.] The hologram swiftly flicked around and settled in front of you, making you flinch involuntarily.

[I'm so excited to have you here! I mean, hiiiii! My name is Lyla! I have so many questions for you~ By the way, is that your natural hair color? Because-] Lyla's bubbly introduction is interrupted as you ask, your hands trembling slightly.

"How do you know my name…?" you inquire, feeling a mix of curiosity and unease.

Lyla flicks, and in an instant, her back is turned towards you, now facing Miguel with her hands on her hips. Then she flicks again and reappears in front of him.

[You didn't tell her?] she asks Miguel, sounding somewhat surprised.

"Haven't really had the chance to yet," he snapped at her, clearly annoyed, as he finished whatever he was doing on the monitors. Finally, he turned around to face you.

The man walked over towards you, and fearfully, you scrambled backward. He stopped, holding his hands up in a sign of surrender, and let out a tired sigh. "I won't hurt you," he reassured you. Despite his words, you still flinched and moved back even more as he takes another step towards you.

"You have my word; you are safe here. I just need to give you this," he said, holding up what seemed like a futuristic watch.

As he moves forward and you flinch back once again, your back pressed against the wall, he lets out a frustrated sound. Suddenly, he leaps at you and snatches your wrist, causing you to cry out and instinctively smack your closed fist against his chest.

"Stop! Wait! Just—just hold still!" You try to pull away from him as he tris to calm you down, his grip tight as he tries to hold you in place.

"No, stop moving, I'm—stop," he says wearily, trying to get you to calm down.

"No! Let go of me! HELP ME, SOMEONE, PLEASE!" Panic surges through you, and your body is on high alert as you thrash around in his grip, your eyes darting around the room for someone, anyone.

He snatches both of your wrists, trying to hold you still, but your panic escalates into a full-blown panic attack. You pull, hit, and kick him, desperately trying to pry your hands away and get away from him.

"Just—STOP!" The man finally says, grabbing the bottom of your face and forcing you to look up at him. You resist at first, attempting to break free from his grip, until you finally open your eyes and freeze. As you watch, the Spider-Man mask covering his face dissolves away, revealing his face.

The man standing in front of you was a spitting image of Miguel, a bit older, with a few more wrinkles likely from frowning and stress rather than actual age, you would have guessed. He stared down at you, his eyebrows knitted together in a frown. Shocked and unable to move, you could only stand there, gazing up at him.

He took the opportunity to snap the bracelet onto your wrist. It wasn't tight, but it felt secure enough that it wouldn't easily come off. You didn't even notice, too absorbed in staring at his face.

Finally, Miguel, older Miguel, let go of you and straightened up, his gaze turned away with a noticeable frown on his face.

"Who..." you asked, your eyebrows tightly together as you took in his appearance.

"My name is Miguel O'Hara. I lead an elite strike force dedicated to the security of the multiverse-" he began explaining.

"What- no," you interrupted, taking a step back and shaking your head, a look of confusion and disapproval on your face, "I know Miguel, you—you're not my—"

"I am Miguel, but not your Miguel, I am from another dimension," he clarified, attempting to make sense of the situation.

[This dimension, to be more specific], Lyla chimed in, appearing hovering above his shoulder, seemingly nonchalant.

You shook your head slowly, your lip trembling as you glanced down at the floor, trying to process what you had just been told. You closed your eyes tightly, attempting to stop the swirling emotions from overwhelming you. It was as if by not agreeing and not wanting it to be true, you hoped somehow to fix the situation.

"I don't—I don't know you. I want to go back; I need to make sure Miguel—MY Miguel is okay!" You push past him and walk over to where the portal had been, running your hands over the surface of the wall, searching for some sort of button or switch.

"You can't go back," he says firmly.

"What?" you ask, turning around to face him. "What do you mean 'can't'? You brought me here, so you can take me back!" you protest.

"You," he sighed, glancing around the room, searching for the right words before finally closing his eyes in defeat. He looked at you with a serious expression, "You were supposed to die tonight, but I managed to find a way around it. However, for that to happen and for you to survive, you can't.... you can't go back. I'm sorry."

"You're lying... I survived! I've been in dangerous situations before! I—this was no different, I got saved—" you protested, your emotions running high.

"You got saved by ME; I interfered. Without it, you would have been killed," he explained, his hands now on his hips as he walked over to you slowly.

"In our worlds... as Miguel and y/n, we are the equivalent of a Spiderman," he pointed at his own chest and then gestured to yours, "and a Gwen Stacy."

You frowned, looking at his hand, and he let out a quiet sigh. "It's a messed up 'never meant to be' canon event that is unavoidable, trust me – I have tried. As soon as versions of us meet, it starts."

"What starts?" you asked, feeling confused.

"A canon event, something that can't be avoided without the risk of total and complete destruction of that dimension," he responded matter-of-factly.

You let out a bitter laugh. "You're kidding me, right? You want me to believe that an entire dimension, world, universe—whatever—would collapse just because versions of us start dating?"

"Do I look like I'm joking?" he asked, taking a step towards you, his voice low and dangerous as he towered over you. "In every universe, versions of us date, and you, almost every version of you, die. That's your story."

Miguel leaned back, looking down at you with disdain. "Or, if you're lucky, I'm the one who dies. Either way, that's our story, our fate. If anything, or anyone, breaks that cycle, THAT then threatens that dimension's safety."

"Why?!" Your voice broke, and a mixture of anger and sadness welled up inside you, tears building up in your eyes.

He let out a sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Because it's a canon event! And canon events cannot be broken without the risk of complete multidimensional collapse."

Everything he said sounded so foreign to you, yet strangely believable. The sincerity in his voice and the evidence you had witnessed so far led you to believe him. He didn't come across as a man who would lie. But believing his words didn't mean you had to accept them.

Your hands felt clammy, and a cold shiver ran down your spine. A headache began to pulse in your temples, and as you looked up, the room seemed to spin around you, leaving you feeling dizzy and disoriented. This couldn't be happening... this couldn't be real.

"I-I want to go back. Take me back..." you desperately say, your words a mix of a plea and demand.

"I can't do that," he responds, his hands on his hips.

"Let me go back!" you cry out, tears spilling down your cheeks.

"I can't do that," he responds again, avoiding your gaze, a heavy weight in his voice.

You feel yourself heat up, anger and panic mixing into a dangerous and unfamiliar mess inside you, threatening to erupt. Suddenly, a door next to you opens, revealing two people dressed in Spiderman suits—one wearing a blue vest, and the other clad in a fully black suit with white marks.

"Take her to my quarters, let her lay down and rest until I find a place for her to stay," Miguel mumbles, tiredly rubbing his eyes with one hand as he turns around to leave.

"Don't touch me... I’m not going anywhere!" you warn, your voice firm

Miguel stops and his head whips around as he looks down at you, his eyebrows raised. The unspoken question, dare, hung heavily in the air.

Is that so?

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You thrashed around, your fists smacking into his bulky back as he had you slung over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Curses and threats spilled from you, but he remained nonchalant, walking ahead with a frown on his face. Your yelling caught the attention of people around you, and as you looked up, you realized that everyone was wearing different kinds of suits, all with some sort of Spider symbol or design.

After an awkwardly long elevator ride, during which you had tired yourself out with all your kicking and thrashing, you heard the ding as the elevator doors opened. Stepping outside, he carried you until he ended up in front of a pair of doors. He dropped you on your feet and you opened your mouth about to curse him out when he spun you around and pushed you inside.

"You—YOU! You can't just... I HAVE RIGHTS!" you shouted in frustration and anger.

"Oh? Great, oh wow" he responded sarcastically, barely letting you get your words out.

"AND YOU CAN'T JUST, JUST TAKE ME AND—" you continued to vent your anger.

"Uh huh, uh huh," he nodded, his hands on his hips, watching you storm over towards him with a mocking smile on his face.

The doors closed abruptly in your face, and you stopped, your eyes wide with pure shock. For a moment, you were left speechless, trying to process what had just happened, your eye twitching in annoyance.

And then? Then you began breaking stuff.

You were yelling a mixture of gibberish and curses, you had been smacking your hand against the metal sliding doors for what felt like hours, kicking at them, and demanding to be let out. When that didn’t work you began trashing the place, kicking chairs out of your way, smacking over books and bowls and- well… the place wasn’t really decorated much. Until finally you were left pacing back and forth, a pillow held tightly in your hands, it was the only thing around not yet on the floor.

You finally stopped, backing up to take in your surrounding and the state of the room, as your back hit the wall, you slowly came to a stop, dropping the pillow you had been holding. It wasn't much of a weapon, but in that moment, you didn't really care; your mind was not thinking straight.

Your eyes shifted around the room, taking in the destruction you had unintentionally caused. Finally, you slumped back, feeling your body slide down against the wall until you landed softly on the floor. You pulled your knees up against your chest and wrapped your arms around them hiding your face.

In your mind, this felt like a terrible nightmare you desperately wanted to wake up from. You yearned to open your eyes and find yourself back in the safety of your bedroom, with sunlight streaming through the blinds. The comforting routine of having breakfast with your aunt and uncle, followed by a trip to school to meet your friends and, of course, Miguel. It filled your heart with a sense of normalcy you sorely missed.

Your chest felt so tight for a moment that you thought you might be having a heart attack, but it was more likely a panic attack taking hold of you. The knot in your stomach tightened, and the silence around you only amplified your distress. It felt as if the world was closing in, leaving you struggling for breath and unable to think straight.

You desperately needed to wake up. This had to be nothing more than a terrible nightmare. Lifting your tear-stained face from your arms, you took in the surroundings of the room, hoping to find some semblance of familiarity. It was a small, cramped space with a kitchen area, a bedroom, a compact living area with a large desk, and finally, a door that you presumed led to the bathroom. At first glance, it didn't look like a jail cell, but then why did it feel as though invisible metal bars were closing in around you?

Your eyes shifted to your wrist, and you had to take a deep breath to steady yourself. The braided bracelet encircling it suddenly felt so heavy, like a weight pulling you down. Your chin trembled, and your vision blurred as tears welled up in your eyes. Finally, unable to hold back any longer, you began to weep, tears streaming down your cheeks as you rested your forehead against the bracelet.

After what felt like hours of crying, you noticed a bright yellow light shined down on you. Looking up, you watched as Lyla materialized in front of you, silently observing you.

[Miguel has instructed me to give you a quick tour of his quarters. Would you... like me to show you around?]

If you had to guess, you would probably say she's some kind of AI; thus, who knows if she could feel sympathy or even understand what you were going through. Running the back of your hands over your eyes, you wiped away some of the tears, but you were still unable to get your breathing under control.

[Is there anything I can help you with? I could pull up a few breathing exercises or calming videos of puppies if you would like?]

You eyed her for a moment, contemplating whether she was being genuine or making fun of you. Based on the tone of her voice and the hologram itself, Lyla seemed to be at least trying to comfort you.

[I have to admit... I'm not really good at this. It's not as if Miguel possesses a wide range of emotions.]

"What time is it?" You asked, choosing to ignore her attempt at small talk.

[It's approximately six PM.]

"Why is it so dark in here?"

[Miguel prefers it that way. In his work station and quarters, you'll find the lighting is usually kept dim.]

You glance around the room and realize that one of the reasons it feels like a glorified prison cell is the lack of a window.

"Does he hate windows too?" you ask bitterly.

[No. However, I was instructed not to open it due to...] She trails off, nervously flickering her gaze around the room.

"Due to what?" you press, narrowing your eyes as you slowly stand.

[There are napkins in the third drawer of his desk, please help yourself,] she said, smoothly changing the subject.

Silently, you walked over to the desk, your gaze fixated on the drawers. You made a mental note to check them all out later, when you weren't being watched. You pulled on the drawer, and there, on top of some files, you found the box of napkins. You consciously ignored the box of lotion that lay behind it.

"Terrific..." you muttered to yourself, feeling slightly frustrated.

"Why can't you open a window?" you demanded.

[I am fully capable of opening a window, it's—] Lyla began to explain.

"Why were you instructed not to, then?" you interrupted, your upper lip twitching in annoyance.

Lyla fell quiet, flickering around until she reappeared in front of you on the desk. You wiped your nose and some tears off your face, feeling a mix of emotions. Suddenly, a noise on the far wall caught your attention. You looked over and watched as some blinds, which had been impossible to spot in the dark, cracked open, allowing a stream of light to finally shine in.

[Ooh, WOW! Haha! Look at this place! You ripped it apart! That's so funny, Miguel is gonna lose his mind,] she exclaimed.

"Is he violent?" you ask, making your way towards the window.

[What? Of course not! Well, if you're wondering if you have anything to fear, then no,] she assures you.

"Oh good, I'm glad my kidnapper doesn't have violent tendencies," you retort. There was a time when you might have felt guilty about your attitude, but after everything that had happened, you couldn't care less.

[Would you like me to put on some music? I know what you like! I have a few playlists saved based on your—] she begins to suggest.

"How high up are we? Are you able to remove the blinds completely?" you inquire, glancing out the window as you test the strength of the metal blinds.

[y/n... Even if I opened those blinds, and even if you weren't several hundred feet above the ground (I do not have permission to disclose HQ information with you), and you could get out...] Lyla flicked to your side, her avatar looking at you with sympathetic eyes, or as close to it as she could manage.

[You're not in your own dimension. You're not even really in your own timeline; you're about an average human's lifetime ahead of your own timeline. Even if I let you out... you'd have nowhere to go], she gently explained, delivering the disheartening truth.

As the blinds peeled back loudly, the entire window was revealed, causing you to flinch instinctively. You turned your head quickly to see Miguel, the other Miguel, leaning against the doorframe with his hand sliding off a button.

Glancing outside, you watched the city before you, and the knot in your stomach grew. Everything looked futuristic, with cars soaring down below and buildings towering even taller than those back home.

Home...

The only thing that looked remotely similar to home were the large, over-the-top billboards littering the city. You were too high up to actually see the people walking down below, which did prove that Lyla hadn't been lying.

Lyla flicked over to Miguel, hovering above his shoulder, engaged in a quiet conversation with him. As you turned towards them, the growing tightness in your chest returned. Slowly, you walked away from the window, positioning yourself on the opposite side of him—more importantly, the opposite side of the door. Miguel casually observed you, and for the first time since you had seen his face, he wasn't frowning. You glanced at the open doorway behind him and then back at him, trying to keep your face as neutral as possible.

"Don't..." He casually warned, staring down at you.

Turning around, you began walking towards the kitchen, attempting to feign hunger by casually sliding your hand over your stomach. But as soon as you were near the door, your only plan was to get the hell out of there and away from him.

With a swift move, you tried to slip past him, but he reacted lightning-fast, grabbing your wrist and hoisting you up in the air. He forcefully pulled you backwards, leaving your toes barely touching the floor, before throwing you onto his couch.

"Enough already—" Miguel started to say, but he had to stop himself as you made another desperate attempt to dash past him. He pushed you down against the couch, one hand on your chest.

"Let me out of here! Send me home!" you hissed, trying to push him away, but his grip was firm.

"YOU ARE AN ANOMALY! If you go back there, your whole dimension will disappear, together with everything in it! Everyone you know, your friends, family, loved ones—everyone will die," Miguel explained, his hand keeping you in place as you stared up at him, breathing heavily, and eventually slumping back against the couch.

You didn't have the energy to question him further. You smacked his hand away from you, sitting up and leaning forward. Your arms rested on your knees, and you covered your face with your hands. The amount of information from unreliable sources was overwhelming, making your head spin and your stomach churn.

You fell backwards against the couch, silently staring out the window. For a brief, beautiful moment, your brain seemed to take pity on you and dissociated from reality, allowing you to watch the sun finally set and the darkness of the night slowly taking over. While Miguel occupied himself with some paperwork, speaking into his bracelet, and moving about his quarters, he eventually settled down across from you on the couch.

As you continued to gaze out the window, he watched you intently, about to say something when you interrupted him. "Is Miguel safe—my Miguel?"

He nodded silently, and you closed your eyes, letting out a breath. "I... I won't ever see him again, will I?" you asked, your eyes welling up with tears as you looked over at him.

"No," he answered quietly.

Closing your eyes, you felt tears streak down each cheek. "Why is this happening? Why—" you began, feeling overwhelmed with emotions.

Miguel sighed deeply, pinching the bridge of his nose. After a moment of silence, he looked up at the spot above your head before his gaze settled on you, making it appear as though he almost looked down at you as he spoke.

"Every Spider-person's life is connected, woven together in this... beautiful web of life and destiny. It's called the Arachno-Humanoid Poly-Multiverse," Miguel explained.

As you blinked in bewilderment, a look of pure confusion crossed your face. Miguel, looking annoyed, glanced away before sighing.

"Or... The Spiderverse, if that makes it easier," he muttered. "It's easier if we just—Ugh. Lyla, do the thing!"

[Huh? What thing?]

Miguel's stoic expression melted into one of confusion and borderline bewilderment. He shook his head, clearly perplexed, and turned to glance at Lyla, ‘’What- What do you mean ‘what thing?’ The information, explainy thing!’’

[Oh, okay!] Lyla responded.

As the blinds fall over the window again, you jump in your seat, and suddenly the room transforms from pitch black to a display of red laser-like shapes forming in front of you. The shapes resemble hundreds, if not thousands, of small webs, all interconnected. Each one takes the form of a small heptagon with tiny images inside, depicting various events. However, the images are too small to make out clearly, and Miguel mumbles something about it being easier to show in the "big room."

You lean forward, engrossed in his explanation. "These nodes," he points them out for you, "they're where the lines converge; they are the canon. Chapters that are a part of every Spider's story, every time." You watch as Miguel leans forward, his eyes shifting from one node to another as he speaks.

"Some good..." He looks over at another node. "Some bad..."

"Some very bad." He stops at the node in front of you, his gaze shifting up to meet yours.

"That's how the story's supposed to go. The canon events are the connections that bind our lives together," Miguel said, his eyes narrowing slightly as he watched you. "But those connections can be broken. That's why anomalies..." He looked away from you, his expression turning bitter, "are so dangerous."

"In universes where versions of us meet and become... close, our relationship becomes a canon event, an event that always has and always will end with one of us dying. You weren't supposed to survive in your universe," he explained solemnly.

"Do I always... die at the same time?" you ask, your voice tinged with sadness and confusion.

"No. Sometimes you... we—" Miguel hesitates, searching for the right words, "Versions of us begin lives together. Some get married, some have children, and some... some die before even making it as far as you did," he says, bitterness evident in his voice.

"And now, because that story has changed, you have become an anomaly. Which means that if you return, your dimension will begin unraveling. And there is no stopping that," Miguel explains, his tone somber and resigned.

"What..." you say, distraught.

"It's what happens when you break the canon,"

"Then why... why am I alive? Why did you save me?" you ask, eyebrows furrowed.

"Because I... I found a way—a way to save you," he responds, his expression serious, but a hint of melancholic determination gleaming in his eyes, as if just speaking those words aloud was an act of defiance against some unfathomable force.

"How many other versions of me have you saved?" you ask, his gaze remaining on you for a moment before faltering, and he looks away, seemingly feeling ashamed.

"None. You are... you are the only one I could save," he admits.

You silently watch him, trying to process the weight of what he had just revealed, whether intentional or not.

"That's why you can't go back. If you break enough canons, we could lose..." He gestures, and you watch as nodes begin to crumble, causing the entire web to slowly disintegrate. "Everything."

"We...?" you question, seeking clarification.

Miguel let out a tired sigh, scooting forward and reaching for your hand. You flinched at his touch, and he looked up at you, his frown slowly softening as you held out your arm. He lifted your sleeve and showed you a small red spot, the mosquito bite you had gotten a few days ago.

"For you to survive, you..." He trailed off, his thumb running over the spot slowly. "There can only be one Spider-person in every dimension. If, for whatever reason, another person becomes one, then they also become an anomaly. At that point, one of the spider-people either dies, or the dimension itself collapses. Sometimes, it's both."

Your eyes meet as he holds onto your arm. "For you to survive, you had to become... an anomaly. Instead of you dying, you became an anomaly and then got removed from that dimension. Things change without tipping the scale, without breaking the canon."

"An anomaly... You turned me into a Spider-person?" you gasp.

Miguel silently watches you. "Not exactly... I injected you with—"

"Wait! So, Miguel could die? I mean, if there can only be one Spider-person, what if the universe or dimension or canon, or whatever it is, doesn't realize I'm gone? It could still kill him?!" you interrupt, your concern and anxiety evident in your voice.

[I have run hundreds of statistics, and so far, none show any dimensional rupture or damage. The canon has technically not been broken, only altered. The end results are still the same—only one Spider-man, only one of the two of you in the dimension.]

‘’This was just some test to you? You’re risking Miguel's life, my entire dimension because of what some AI calculated?!’’ You stand up abruptly, staring down at Miguel.

[Hey!] Lyla objects, clearly offended.

‘’As long as you don’t go back and interact with that dimension, it should be safe,’’ Miguel leans forward, looking up at you with a hint of a smile on his face. ‘’You were— are, a scientific miracle. A breakthrough never thought to be possible. However, if something does disrupt your dimension, it’s our job to try to fix it. We’re not always lucky, but—‘’

You leap over the small coffee table between the two of you, aiming for the collar of his suit. Miguel swiftly captures your wrists in his hands, holding you firmly in place as you glare down at him, tears welling in your eyes.

‘’You sick-‘’ you hiss, baring your teeth at him, your nails digging into his hands.

‘’y/n, you were going to die. If not you, then your Miguel would have. You can hate me as much as you want. I didn’t make the rules, you think I’d want this…?’’ Miguel's voice wavers slightly, his eyes reflecting a mix of guilt and desperation.

In that moment, the anger inside you clashes with a sudden wave of overwhelming sadness and helplessness. You struggle against his grip, but Miguel's hold remains steady, as if he's trying to protect you from yourself.

‘’You should have just let me die,’’ you glare at him, and he looks at you, his eyes widening in surprise, ‘’At least then my dimension, my Miguel would have been safe.’’

‘’I... couldn’t...’’ Miguel mumbles, staring into your eyes, his own welling up with emotion.

‘’Why?!’’ you ask with tearful eyes, glaring down at him, your heart heavy with frustration and grief.

He watches you silently for a moment, his expression pained, before his eyebrows knit together, and he pushes you back against the couch, releasing your wrists as you fall back. ‘’No more questions for today. Lyla, get her something to eat. I have a headache.’’

You continued objecting, ignoring Lyla's attempts to distract you with food recommendations and takeout options. Your mind was consumed by the weight of the revelations, and the internal struggle left you feeling torn apart. Miguel eventually left, locking the door behind him, leaving you alone to process everything that had been revealed.

Unable to find solace in the chaos of your thoughts, you finally dropped down against the couch, pulling your knees up into a fetal position. The tears welled up again, and you cried yourself to sleep, exhaustion and emotional turmoil taking its toll on your body and mind.

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In the following days or weeks – time seemed hazy in this new dimension – you settled into a monotonous routine. Conversations were rare, especially with Miguel. Sleeping on the couch, facing away from the room, you woke each morning to find a comforting blanket placed over you. Emotions churned as you grappled with the reality of being an anomaly here. Memories of home and loved ones tugged at your heart, while uncertainty and vulnerability clouded your mind

As days passed in the unfamiliar dimension, you grew closer to Lyla. Despite your attempts to ignore her, she proved to be persistent and engaging. She spent time with you, sharing stories and anecdotes, breaking through your emotional barriers.

During a conversation, you discovered that she had been "observing" you for quite a while. While it felt like stalking to you, she insisted it was part of her duties. After a two-hour debate, you agreed to disagree.

Lyla's presence became a source of solace in the disorienting dimension. She became a friend, easing the burden of being stranded far from home. In this vast multiverse, her companionship reminded you of the need for friendship, someone to confine in, someone to speak to.

She reminded you of Gwen…

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lovestereo · 1 month

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#bitter sweet #purple kiss #2024 #2020s #bxx

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5cookiekitty · 1 year

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*『Meeting of a lifetime』

Yandere portgas d ace x gentle reader headcanon

Regular Ace is the definition of a slow burn. Like him falling in love takes years and even then he may not act on his feelings on thr bases that he thinks he's not worthy of s/o loves.

Yandere Ace on the other hand knows this but decides to ignore those thoughts.

You guys probably met a bar when he was still a rookie.

You were the big sis of everyone and the only reason you caught his attention was from one of the little kids running up to you and calling you "onee-san!"

and while it wasn't love at first sight interest were made. On his side atleast.

You were use to seeing pirates.

You were kind and gentle , something ace wasn't used to and that what drew him to you at first.

After the first interaction between you guys ace was hooked. He kept coming back and back and soon enough he became a regular at the bar

"Hey y/n"

"Oh ace your back!?"

Your kind ways had him wanting , wanting , and wanting until he burned with an desire that consumed him whole unlit.

Ironically really

He wanted you.

He wanted you so badly it hurts

But not now , he needed to do something first before he could treat you like the royalty yoy were meant to be

This contuied for on for months and the spade pirates had a bet going on to see how long it would take ace to confess.

But those bets were soon forgotten whe ace was taken by the whitebeard pirates as read in the news paper.

It broke your tiny gentle kind heart

"I'm sure he'll be fine ms.l/n ace is strong."

"I know that but whitebeard is-"

Cue anouther set of tears falling as one of the younger girls try to comfort you.

"I know you love him ms-"

"I don't love him! He's just kind and has a nice smile and he's supper good looking and strong and he's...my..friend."

"..."

"Oh-"

The realization that you were in love with ace was one of wonder and heartbreak.

He could be dead and you wouldn't even be able to tell him your feelings.

For weeks after that you spent your days in yiur room contemplating everything.

It wasn't until you were dragged put the room did you finally began to try to move on.

Somewhere else though ace was loosing his God damn mind.

He was used to being able to get to visit your isalnd whenever and now he can't cause of "Stupid whitebeard."

Whitebeard notice how much more agitated ace seems to become on certain days and try to stay clear of him.

He's their father problem not theirs not yet atleast

Days turned into weeks and weeks into months.

There wasn't a day ace didn't think of you and your gentle voice or kind eyes as you talked about the kids as if they were your everything.

Finally ace saw that the whitebeard were good people and joined.

It wasn't until his promotion to second division captain does the right time come up to ask the question that has hunted him for months.

"I want to visit <Island name>."

Immediately all the old spade pirates in the vicinity are loosing their God damn mind as the whitebeard's stare on in confusion

Mask duece and everyone then began to poke fun of their old captain as thatch ask question on everyone's mind

"Whats that about."

"Ace little crush who he hasn't seen in like 6 months is on that island."

Immediately the whitebeards are all yelling in confusion as chaos takes hold

While they did began to set sail towards the isalnd immediately the moving after no info of you was passed around by neither the spade pirates or ace.

When they docked no one ran but they did seem nervous.

It wasn't until ace leaned over and smile did everyone begin to relax.

As soon as ace feet touched the docked he was immediately surrounded by kids of all ages and shape calling him big brother ace.

A croud was formed by the time they reached the island and while there was no outright hostility towards the whitebeard passive aggressive comments and gestures were made.

And then that's when they hear it. A soft gentle voice that hushed the happy croud.

"Ace..."

All the whitebeards head snapped towards the gentle looking woman who began to run in ace direction almost immediately.

Whitebeard were immediately on edge but with the look ace was giving thr girl they knew...

And finally the long awaited reunion was met as you and ace embraced each other in a hug.

And the whitebeards watch as ace eye get a gleaming that they were all to familiar with.

Cause it was the same one whitebeard and everyone else got when they got a new brother

"Oh would you look at that."

What better present to their little brother promotion than his lover

Yandere whitebeards are Canon change my mind

That night the whitebward kidnapped you

The poor town people didn't even do nothing about it since the whitebeards claimed you left on your own accord to go be with ace oh how wrong they were

You woke up confused and daised as the nurses that were surrounding you scurried off somewhere without a word

Then ace walked in and gently sat by you as he confessed right then and there.

He was overjoyed when you said you liked him back.

But then you had asked that dreamed question and he could only hoped that you forgave him in the future. You will its not like you had a choice

"Let me go tell the girls!"

"Um about that..."

When ace told you that his brothers got kidnapped you for him as a congratulations present you could only stare in confusion.

"Ace what do you mean?"

"It means you ain't leaving me...ever."

Cue you shooting up out of thr bed as ace let's you run out the door and practically throw yourself at the rail in hope...hope that what he said doesn't mean what you think.

You break down in tears when you see the ocean and no sign of your island in sight.

Ace did nothing but gather you in his arms as he shields you away from everyone's gaze as he walks back to his room and deposited you on his mattress with him not to far behind.

He sits the left side of you against his chest as you back pressed into his muscular arms as he cradles you as tears continued to spill.

He can't find it in himself to feel sorry as he cradles you against him.

Feeling your warmth and body good as he hoped it would feel.

He pressed a kiss to your head as he stared out the tiny window thag faced the ocean , feeling the breeze hit him as he let's you fall asleep.

Looking down at your tear strikes face he promises himself to keep you with him forever

"I love you y/n."

#bitter sweet #portgas d ace x reader #yandere one piece #yandere portgas d ace x reader #female reader #yandere whitebeard pirates #this is cannon now #long bruh #dont tell the wip im here #yandere ace x reader #yandere portgas ace

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My Sweater Now

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

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“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.

#kazi fanfic #bitter sweet #hiei #kazuma kuwabara #yyh #kuwabara

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givemeabreakimbig28 · 1 month

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

#sad we didnt get a season two tho #bl drama #bitter sweet #perth nakhun #perth ml #cherry magic #my engineer #cooperpoy #lay talay #thai series

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wild-saber1337 · 8 months

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YOU FOUND ME AT LAST (artist: TommyW_Art) on twitter

I am both happy and sad for them

#video games #princess zelda #legend of zelda #twilight princess #breath of the wild #Tears of the kingdom #Heros shade #Link #Bitter sweet #Sad #Koroks

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lovesickry · 7 days

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me when danny DNF

BUT LANDO PODIUM

but danny dnf

BUT LANDO PODIUM

but danny dnf

but lando podium

but…… BUT…. BUT

#i cant do this #bitter sweet #f1 #chinese gp

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constantlymisgendered · 1 year

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Where it's so sweet and heavenly

𓄹 ֗ ִ ּ ۪ ♡ ◌ ꒱

#cigarettes after sex #soft grunge #the smiths #sorry for being depressing #coquette #sad aesthetic #this charming man #asleep #kurt cobain #grunge wallpaper #chill grunge #soft music #ocean eyes #bitter sweet #sweet dreams #Heavenly #angelic

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dinhui · 1 month

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#purple kiss #purki #bxx #bitter sweet

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reneserseya · 11 months

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2023.05.14 VEG vs EDM. 2 round playoff 2023 - 6 game. EDM loss 4-2

Handshake

#playoff2023 #2023 #beautiful and tough playoffs #bitter sweet #edmonton oilers #connor mcdavid #mceichel #jack eichel #vegas golden knights #rnsgif #I did it I watched the 6th game #mceichel playoff 2023

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airblushbts · 1 year

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Jeongguk's gonna miss his hobi hyung so much 😭😭😭

I'm already missing him 😔

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thiccpettybitch · 10 months

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🕸 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

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faerieflorr111 · 19 days

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🎀🤍NEW PURELILY FIC🤍🎀

@FaerieeFlor111 on AO3

“After the taxing events of Beast Yeast, Pure Vanilla and White Lily Cookie are left to ponder the question that has been plaguing them for centuries: who is worthy of forgiveness?”

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5cookiekitty · 1 year

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*『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!"

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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."

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