#marco yeh

[rwpohl]

l'umanoide, aldo lado 1979

[firefly--bright]

all my daughters.

jean kirstein x gender neutral!reader (modern au)

summary : the crushing weight of everything and everyone changing is a bit too much. jean wants to bear the burdens with you.

warnings : hurt/comfort, mostly just therapy for my crumbling mental state, amateur symbolisms (?), established relationship, no use of y/n (im trying smth new) not proofread!!!!!

a/n : this is kinda like flaws but worse? idk I just needed to write something to comfort me and I'll be nothing if I don't use my writing to fix me <3 anyway! self projection as always but I love you if you relate to this and I'm always here to listen if you need someone to talk to. I'm also probably gonna take a hiatus after this fic but we'll see (I'm here to talk to regardless of that!) <3 i honestly don't expect this fic to get that much traction but anyway! enjoy!

taglist : @holding-ishu-and-a-book , @mrsnobodynobody

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inspired by these songs : all my daughters (demo) by dodie

ajib dastan hai yeh by Lata Mangeshkar

you were used to contradictory sentences. double negatives that were only meant to confuse you, double positives that you thought meant anything but, adorned with a sarcastic smile and a roll of the eyes that left you needing to figure the meaning out yourself.

jean was a walking contradictory sentence. he was a walking double negative, one that you didn't know how to understand. he was blunt but sweet, cold and warm, never being in one spot with his feelings, always on his feet but not running away. somehow he stayed.

all your friends were moving on. every one - sasha was moving out with her boyfriend niccolo, a chef who she had become extremely close to over the past year and who treated her in the highest of regards. your other roomate, Mikasa, was also moving out, but not with her boyfriend, eren, as you had suspected but instead for a chase of starting a new flourishing business of selling handcrafted oxidised jewellery online. that and being closer to eren, she had explained to both you and sasha.

Marco wasnt moving, per say, but he was already applying for his masters in law to broaden his perspective, and there was a prospect of him going abroad for his soon to approach future. he was currently visiting his extended family. Connie, surprisingly, was the first of your friend group to actually get a job at a marketing firm, and even if it was sort of exhausting, people praised Connie's charms and puns that made people buy the products. he was also helping Mikasa with her business, alongside eren and armin.

jean, currently making dinner for the pair of you in your mostly empty apartment, was also interning for an architectural firm. well, he hadn't started yet, but he did get accepted with the interview he gave last month.

and you? even though you were currently looking for new roomates to occupy the now empty spaces in the apartment, you felt lost. sure, you had a plan, and had also applied for a handful of internships, but that didn't mean you knew what you were doing.

you were used to keeping things and people in boxes. it started ever since you were in middle school and had just heard about books like Harry Potter and divergent, books that had a clear distinction of which people belonged where. you'd define people with those distinctions so it was easy to figure them out; it was easier to think of someone in a faction or Hogwarts houses or godly parent instead of actually trying to figure them out with all their complexeties. eventually it graduated into astrological signs that were probably all bullshitted anyway, and into MBTI types. there was always an explanation for something, and if it wasn't given them you'd find it out for yourself as you always had. but you couldn't go by those simple classifications anymore. they were too narrow and too claustrophobic.

but you also hated too-wide expanses that came with simply existing. the expanse of your unknown lifespan, the limitlessness of unlimited time, the enormous amount of things you had yet to learn. it was easy to get lost in nothing. how did your friends and family and all the people around you ever manage to make a clear path for themselves with a multitude of stops and landmarks when you didn't even have the basic gravel and stone and concrete to get started on making a road for yourself? would you be yet another chapter that ended in a fullstop in their thick books that they'd flip away from? the change - the uncertain steps - were never something you looked forward to.

helping mikasa and sasha move out was a challenge, another full stop in their books, helping Connie by teaching him how to properly format professional emails was another landmark that he passed, seeing Marco off at the airport before he caught his flight was another certain step.

the wide tumultous blue of the sea that you were floating in and it's unnerving depth used to be somewhat manageable. you had been swimming with your friends for a long time until your fingertips got all shriveled up, but now it seemed as though they had all swam away from you and towards a shore they were looking forward to, but you werent. the horizon line was all you could see, and you dared not to open your eyes underwater to see how deep the water was.

you were happy for them, ofcourse you were. you loved them with all your heart, and sections of your essential heart were left only for them with their names carved into the ridges of your brain. but the change was too much, too empty, too wide, too limitless, too uncertain.

a knock on the wood of your bedroom door made you turn your swivel chair towards the noise, and jean stood there against the doorframe, leaning on it. "dinner's ready. didn't know which movie to watch, though." he said, and only half of his words are registered by your ears.

you nod, your lips quirking up only slightly. "I'll be there in a bit," you say, watching Jean's brows knit closer together. you loved the way his forehead crinkled in obvious worry and concentration, but you didn't have the tongue to speak out your admirations.

he tilts his head. ever the observant, he asks, "what's wrong?"

his tone is patient. his words demand acknowledgement.

you sigh a little, knowing you can't hide anything from him. you thanked that quality of his, even if it was a little inconvenient at times, because his unrelenting persistence was the reason you felt so loved today, the reason you and jean had gotten closer in the first place.

your shoulders slump, "i dont know how to explain it," you say, because it's true, but also because even if you could explain it, you wouldn't know where to begin. but you begin anyway, even though you know it would end with you trailing off. jean would understand anyway as he always had. "just.... everything's changing... and I, i dont know, i dont really like change, I guess." there's a pause and you refuse to look at his face which you're sure is observing yours carefully as he always does. "it's just...too much." you say, shrugging at the end. "it's too much and I don't know how to deal with this. like everyone's dealing with it better than I am and I don't even know if I've....if I've grown much, if at all. i dont know what I'm supposed to do. i dont know what my role is, like i just, i wish there was an author writing my life so I'd know what to do because I don't know how to...how to do everything myself. i-" you didn't know when the lump had formed in your throat, refusing to be swallowed down anymore after being ignored for months on end. "i dont know anything, jean, and it's scary." you say, and your eyes don't shed tears even if theyre stinging. you wish you could cry just to get it over with.

you were probably overreacting. everyone was doing so great with themselves, and at the end of the day, it wasn't a big deal. so what if everyone would move on with their lives? wasn't that what was supposed to happen? so what if your friends would probably forget you? shouldn't you be glad that you had them in the first place? wasn't it better to have felt alive for the first time than to not have felt it in the first place?

warm and sturdy arms wrapped around your unshaken frame, and you were pulled away from your rolling chair to sit down on your bed. the mattress dipped comfortably under you as it always had and jean smelt like he always did and you took comfort in the predictability. your sheets would smell the same today and tomorrow and the day after, your clothes would be in the same closet, your mirror would be in its same place in the bathroom and jeans arms would always hold you softly.

he held you for a couple minutes as you wallowed in your own sea. your legs were in his lap, leaning your weight on his arms. your eyes were closed, and you felt his warm hands rubbing circles in their place on your thigh and on your back.

you speak again, feeling the need to be understood even though you already were. "i just wish that... that I could freeze time whenever I have a good day." you say, and it's the final nail in your coffin and the final scoop of dirt on your grave. it's all you have to say, it's all jean needs to hear as he holds you a little tighter.

he hums in thought, no doubt thinking of a proper response. sometimes you wish you could take a peek inside his head, just to see, even for a useless moment, what he was thinking about. and more selfishly, if it was about you.

but that didn't matter because who was jean if he didn't speak his mind? his cheek rests on the top of your head and you can feel his warmth, and you wish you could let his warmth spread all over you, you wish that it would ignore the barrier of your skin and go straight to your organs and muscles because your warmth hadn't felt like it had been yours for a very long time and Jean's heat would be much more than welcome. but that was wishful thinking and you feel him kiss the top of your head instead, and you accept it.

"you know," he finally starts, and you can hear his heartbeat. "when we first met I had one of the moments you're talking about. the want to like.... somehow freeze the moment and just relive it forever." he says. you don't move, you don't dare remove your head from his shoulder afraid that if you did, he'd be another thing lost to the depths of your mind.

he continued. "what I'm saying is, i know what you're scared of. that your friends will forget you and move on without you. but... i dont think they will. i dont think anyone can. don't you think just like you have parts of them in you that they have parts of you in them? I've seen it. sasha started talking like you like a month after you guys moved in together. Mikasa likes buying flowers now. Marco texts like you. Connie has so many jokes that only you'd understand. and i-" he says, cutting himself short with a small breathy chuckles that makes your heart dangerously stutter, "i dont think that, god forbid, if we were to ever not be together, i dont think that i would ever be able to forget you. but that's probably because I'm in love with you and that's not changing for atleast this lifetime," another short laugh, "i dont think any of our friends, any of your past friends could ever forget that you existed. i mean, you'd always be there. youd always exist even if it is in the back of their minds.

"and you don't have to know everything. it's not a race. it's just...a nice walk, if anything. you don't have anyone or anything to catch up to. you can take your time, love, and i know it's hard convincing yourself of that, but you can. and if it's any consolation," he says, grabbing your hand that had formed into a loose fist on your knee, encasing your hand in his, "I'm...I'll be here. even if we aren't talking, which I'm pretty sure won't happen, but even if it does, I'm here. i will be." he says, squeezing your fist.

his words breathe comfort into your lungs that rested inside the prison your ribs had become. your chest felt a little lighter, the stubborn knots in your stomach were slowly undoing themselves and maybe his words didn't undo any damage nor did they paint over it but they did help heal.

you breathe in deeply, burrowing yourself even further in his shoulder, and he thankfully gets the message as he holds you tighter, like he's the only twine holding you together. you nod, and he kisses the crook where your shoulders meet your neck.

"thank you," you whisper, something that could get lost in his clothes but he catches it and shakes his head. you know what he's going to say before he even says it and you smile a little.

maybe jean was a contradiction to himself, a double negative, a not not persistence. and maybe you did feel lost, maybe time had swam away from the desperate deathgrip you had on it. but jean was there. he wasn't a fullstop or a chapter, he was more of a "okay, and," sentence, something that continued over with a comma, and he wasn't a guide that held your hand towards the shore, but he was more of an insistent presence that helped you not drown by holding your hand. he wasn't the shore itself, but he did provide the comfort of finding footing against the depths.

not a race, not a stand, just a walk. a walk with your hand in Jean's, a walk with uncertain but hopeful steps.

not a book, not a chapter, just scribbles of incoherent but excited writing in a diary.

[butterfluffy]

It's Marco's birthday!!!

Can you make a canons for him. Like thatch, ace and the other member of the crew was surprising him for his birthday with his fem s/o

“happy birthday!”

⠀⠀ੈ♡˳· today's the day this blond phoenix celebrates his birthday, so a surprise party was held!

⠀⠀➧ fluff | marco × gn!s/o!reader | headcanons

⠀⠀➧ warnings — none! mistakes may be present though.. so do ignore them, thanks!

⠀⠀➧ requests are closed until further notice! but i do take requests here and there, though it'll take me some time to finish 'em..!

⠀⠀꒰ 🍨 ꒱ notes: @kazenomegaminowanpisu hbd to your husband who never age, ate..! mf still looks young in his 40s. 😭

October 5—a day marked on your calendar as a special day, all because it is no other than your lover, Marco's birthday.

So to prepare for this day, you had planned a surprise party for him, with the crew who is there to help.

Ace was in charge with the decorations, and Thatch and Izou with the foods, while you stayed with your lover who's still asleep, making sure that he won't notice the busy preparations above....

“Hngh... What time is.. It... Ah, darling. Good morning, yoi.” Marco greets the instant he had opened his eyes and saw you.

“Good morning, darling. And happy birthday to you..” You mumbled, leaning forward to your lover and giving him a quick peck on his lips.

“A..Ah, thank you.” Marco thanks, a warm smile on his face along with a pink dust of blush on his cheeks.

“Why don't you eat breakfast first, Marco? I prepared it just for you.” You offered, serving his breakfast on bed.

“Mhm.. Thanks again, but why don't we head up to eat with the rest?” The blond mutters as you avert your eyes away from him, thinking of an excuse.

“Ah... How about finish your breakfast first, then we head there?” “..Alright.” Taking his spoon, you then fed your lover, managing to get his attention away from the others who busily prepared things..

Having a good 20 minutes pass of keeping Marco busy, Izou then went down to your shared room with Marco. “Knock knock, lovebirds, are you two up yet?”

Receiving the signal that you two can finally go to the deck, you hummed, “Yeah, we're up now, and we'll be going there real quick..! Now, Marco, let's go? Oyaji and the rest must be waiting for us there.”

Taking his hands, you then guide your boyfriend up, to the surprise you all had prepared for him on this day.

“Happy birthday, Marco!” Everyone greets, firing the confetti's to welcome the birthday boy who stood on his place, stunned.

“Oh.. Wow, everyone you—thank you, yoi! I appreciate it.” Says the blond with a bashful look as you stared at him with a smile, hand entwined with his.

“Happy birthday again, my love. Do you like the surprise we'd set up?” “Of course I do, I love it, as much as I love you..”

Dropping his cheesy reply, Marco then kissed you once again, causing the crowd to roar with teases of ‘awe's,’ ‘how sweet's,’ and ‘get a room's.’

“Alright, alright, you damned couple, quit being sweet for a moment, yeah? And Marco, blow the candles on your cake, will ya?” Thatch grumbles playfully, holding the cake up for the phoenix as you chuckled.

“Yeh Marco, brow da candles already sho we can finally eat!” Ace exclaims, voice muffled by the food he had stuffed in his mouth, getting a scolding “Dumbass, you're eating already!” as he placed a party hat on your lover's head.

“Mhm, my love, blow it and make a wish now.” You ordered, followed by Marco who finally blew the candles after a moment, making his wish.

“What did you wish for, Marco?” Izou asks out of curiosity while Marco squeezed your hand gently, holding you close to him as he spoke,

“Well, it's something, or shall I say someone who I already have..” He mutters, looking at you lovingly, causing Ace to loose his temper from the sweetness you two are showing, shoving the cake on Marco's face. “BAHAHAHAHA, sorry not sorry!”

© butterfluffy 2022

[kosmos2999]

Saturday’s Late Night Sci-Fi Cinema:

The Humanoid (1979 film)

Original Italian release poster (left) and American release poster (right)

Main cast:

Richard Kiel as Golob Corinne Clery as Doctor Barbara Gibson Leonard Mann as Nick Ivan Rassimov as Lord Graal Massimo Serato as The Great Brother Marco Yeh as Tom Tom Arthur Kennedy as Doctor Kraspin Barbara Bach as Lady Agatha

Production staff:

Directed by: Aldo Lado (as George B. Lewis) Story by: Adriano Bolzoni Screenplay by: Adriano Bolzoni, Aldo Lado and Garry Rusoff (uncredited) Produced by: Giorgio Venturini Cinematography by: Silvano Ippoliti Edited by: Mario Morra Music by: Ennio Morricone Production company: Merope Film Released by: Titanus (Italy) and Columbia Pictures (US) Original release date: April 11, 1979 (Italy) YouTube channel: Something Wild Video

In a far distant future, the planet known as Earth, Metropolis, is facing a great danger.

Lord Graal, the evil brother of the Ruler of the Peaceful Galactic Democracy, the Great Brother, has escaped from his inprisonment.

The Great Brother (above) and Lord Graal (below)

After a succesfull escape, Graal seeks refuge on the planet Noxon. A world under slavery of the wicked 200 year-old Lady Agatha, who wants to be at Graal's side on his conquest of Metropolis and the rest of the galaxy.

They will get the help of Dr. Kraspin, a malevolous scientist, and also an outcast from Metropolis. He has a hatred for Dr. Barbara Gibson for being the accuser of his lack of ethics.

Dr. Kraspin and Lady Agatha

The evil trio has a ploy to turn the citizens of Metropolis into humanoids using a rare element named Kapitron. As they stole it from the Groven Institute located on Metropolis.

They took a tall man, a soldier named Golob as a guinea pig. And then he was ordered to kill Dr. Gibson. A plan that failed thanks to Tom Tom, a kid with mystic powers.

Golob as a human

Golob with his robot dog, Kip

Golob turrned into a humanoid

Golob now joins Dr. Gibson, Tom Tom, a young soldier named Nick and a couple of mysterious warriors to fight the menace of Lord Graal and his evil allies.

From left to right: Nick, Tom Tom, Dr. Barbara Gibson and Golob

The Humanoid, (a translalation from the original title L' Umanoide) a 1979 space opera film from director Aldo Lado under the pseudonym of George B. Lewis

Fascinating facts:

This film was produced and released two years after Star Wars: Episode IV, A New Hope. Because the similarities in story, plot and character costumes, it is considered a rip off the George Lucas movie. Even more, filmmaker Aldo Lado used the pseudonym of George B. Lewis for directing it.

It was ranked 28 (of a list of 75) of the Best Space Opera Movies by the Independent Movie Database (IMDb).

The opening sequence was directed by Enzo G. Castellari. It was uncredited.

The special effects supervisor was Antonio Margheriti under the pseudonym of Anthony M. Dawson. He was the director of the film shown in this blog last weekend, War Between The Planets and the other three movies of the Gamma-One series.

Some of the scenes -- particullary the ones of the Groven Institute -- were filmed at Eliat, Israel.

The Groven Institute

In Germany, the movie was re-titled Kampf Um Die 5 Galaxis (fight for the 5th galaxy).

Comment: In my opinion, mo matter this is a Star Wars rip off, The Humanoid is a very enjoyable movie. That's why I choose to share it with you this weekend.

Thank you for your support on the third year of this blog.

I also want to share this images from Golob's starship taken from screenshots of the movie. Very nice design!

For more information and more stuff about this movie, you can access the film's official homepage:

[ohgeephoto]

Benjamin Earl Turner "HEADSPACE/BENT" from Abteen Bagheri on Vimeo.

Directed by Abteen Bagheri Produced by Joon Projects In Partnership with Love Song, Merchant, Anorak, The Lift

Executive Producers: Elise Tyler, Daniel Wolfe Director of Photography: Katelin Arizmendi Editor: Fouad Gaber Producers Paige Kauffman, Ryan Schemmel

Starring: Benjamin Earl Turner, Dane DiLiegro

Animatronics by Studio Gillis: Alec Gillis, Jon Miller, Zachery Teller, Keaton Blue, Consuelo Duran, Michael Heintzelman, Luna R Imagawa, Tim Leach, Peter Murphy, Dave Penikas, Andrew Penikas, Nick Reisinger, Alice Rijn, Sara Villareal, Garth Winkless

1st ADs: Guy Forgaard, Henry Minzes 2nd AD: Christopher Silver Production Designer: Andrew Clark Art Director: Chris Steidel Prop Master: Brendan Sharkey Armorers: Clay Van Sickle, Mike Tristano Costume Designer: Astrid Gallegos Costumers: Mariam Pirouz, Nicole Aprea, Alexis Aquino Seamstress: Keeva Halferty Hair and Make-up: Alyssa Holbrook 1st AC: Riley Keeton 2nd ACs: Michael Enos, Kyle Petijean Loaders: Chris Morgan, Brittany Meadows Additional Camera: Melisse Rahi, Michael Ragen 1st ACs B-Cam: Guido Raimondo, Mindy Kelly 2nd AC B-cam: Marco Brochie Camera PA: Matt Adler Set Photographer: Kalynn Youngblood Gaffer: Jake Lyon BBE: Anderson Ko Electricians: Brandon Alperin, Mark Belcher, Chelsea Pettit, Aaron Mercado, Justin Usami Hyphenate: Darrel D’itri Key Grip: Steve Forbes BBG: Adrian Estrella Grips: Kyle Sorvig, Matt Cole, Gaither Narron, Cody Ingham, Daniel Kusenada Sound Recordist: Hanna Collins Location Manager: Nicholas Reinoso Medic: Joey De la Rose PAs: Nadeem Haddad, Claire Schaefer, Allen Baldwin, Jordan Epperson Driver: Jimmy Valdez

Heshers: Andrew Miller, Ryan Rasberry, Liborio Moreno, Larry Andrews, Stephen Blakeslee, Akkaraj Ak Restaurant Owner: Jennifer Server: Joanna Yeh

Editorial Facilities: Trim Post VFX: Dan Williams VFX Facilities: The Mill London Colorist: Jason Wallis Color Facilities: Electric Theatre Company Sound Design: Gus Koven Sound Facilities: Barking Owl Titles: Sam Smith Storyboard Artist: Jian Giannini Casting: Nimzo Casting

Hesher Theme Song: Korvapuusti

Camera: Panavision Film Processing: Fotokem Filmstock: Motion Picture Film Stock

For Christopher Black

[lom-journal]

Tuesday March 28/23☎️KAZEMI Office, Reservation Paid Today for Next Year!

Today is our LAST FULL DAY AT GOLDEN SHORES, WE LEAVE TOMORROW, WE BOTH ****SHOWERED

I had a Big Poop 💩💩first thing this morning !yeh! Peter and the gurls just got back from their morning walk at 7:59 a.m. Peter wants to go to Walmart to buy stuff for the journey! We’ll vacuum the bus and put away all the stuff including the Scooter after a walk away in the car 🚘! Rain ☔️ TOMORROW, so everything is away so it doesn’t get wet! Peter left for his LAST RUN 🏃‍♂️ FOR THE YEAR IN LONG BEACH at Von’s at 8:15 a.m. peter arrived home about one hour and a half later! I had another Poop 💩 just as Peter got back to the bus 🚌 I gave Marco the last of the bottles for this year! Peter went to Office to PAY for our *****RESERVATION FOR NEXT YEAR*****! We did go to Schooner’s and both had Fish and Chips! Good! We are back at the bus 🚌 now at 2:00 p.m. the gurls stayed at home and they were lonely 😩 ! We will pack up as we are leaving tomorrow!

[inhidingxoxo3637]

Still thinking bout this vid :]

[gaylonelydyke]

nothing will ever be as romantic as armin in a random frame protecting jean with half a sword left and holding him

[don-lichterman]

Denver chef Marco Salden to make debut on 'Spring Baking Championship'

Denver chef Marco Salden to make debut on ‘Spring Baking Championship’

DENVER — Denver Chef Marco Salden is excited to compete on Food Network’s Spring Baking Championship, but his mother might have him beat. “My mother is hosting a party at her house. … Every single person in the neighborhood is going to be there. I’ll probably be able to hear it even though she’s two time zones away from here,” the New Jersey native jokes. With the New Jersey and Denver fans from…

[science70]

Richard Kiel, Marco Yeh, and Leonard Mann, L'umanoide (The Humanoid) (Italy, 1979 dir: Aldo Lado).

[whereimfeminine]

OH im finally almost done with next in fashion (ten years later i know), i watched the semis today and i am SO delighted that its minju and daniel in the finale i just love them :’) 

[rodriguezs]

Marcos Llorente is in the picture with our players but not Jesus Vallejo 😂😭 (Atleti needs to give our boy back)

vallejo is such a shy and awkward guy (i was surprised to see him at the wedding ngl 😭) and the rest seem to be such a pain in the ass sometimes that i cant imagine what is like to hang out with them

but yeah seeing how lucas, carva, nacho and marco act i understand why marcos and them are still besties

[nrhshm]

One Piece Characters and the moment they fell inlove with their s/o:

Ft. Marco, Rob Lucci

° S/o taken Female

° SFW

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Marco: ~ in a dream ~

° Phoenix Man is usually chill and collected, always holding that lazy exterior showing little care for the world. A chatty introvert, emotionally reserved, yet still manages to act like a normal human being. He's considered the most rational out of all the Whitebeards. Yet again, his rare zoan fruit drawbacks his resting hours to almost... none. Marco usually stays up all night head stuffed in papers and notes. And when he DOES sleep, things get jump stepped to "interesting".

° One dream has managed to stand out above all others. In it, you where standing on the ship's deck, countless fiery blue birds circling around you, the scene almost out of a fairytale. You smiled in glee, Marco has rarely seen you smile like that, and when you did... you captivated him.

° He stood there, entranced, enamoured, jaw dropping on the floor and heart almost exploding out of his chest. He's never felt this emotionally vulnerable, his mind is not working properly anymore. All he can register in his brain, is you.

° Your gaze shifts to the said man, smile widening as you stretch your hand towards his. Whispering sweet words that he didn't seem to catch on properly, nonetheless unconsciously reaching out to you as well, hand soon clasping your own soft one. Just then, his vision blanks out and his conciousness comes crashing back at him.

° He jolts awake, his palm grasping one side of his face. A violent mix of emotions hindering his thoughts, the dream playing on repeat in his mind.

° A few minutes later Marco breaks into a deep chuckle, a wide smile spread across his face. Finally piecing the puzzle pieces together, finally coming into an embarrassing conclusion.

"How cringe." He mumbles, unable to stop grinning. Welp, there's one way to cure this emotional disease he's having. Marco jumps out of bed and gets himself ready. Ace comes into the room reminding the latter about breakfast.

"Ah yeh, I'll be right there. But first, have you seen Y/N by any chance- yoi?"

Rob Lucci: ~ in a mission ~

° You were tied up and carelessly thrown into an abandoned shed. Your pirate kidnappers laughing menacingly as they fade in distance, probably planning where they would profitably sell you.

° You look around, other females in the same situation as you... other naggy snobbish drama queens sneering at you in disgust. As it turns out, "you" were the cause of all that, "you" have placed everyone in this situation, and "you" have to pay the price.

° The Goverment has sent a CP9 member to sort things out. The said man stood outside of the shed, in a single glance he understood the whole situation. Smashing the door open, he looks around, females tied and cornering in fear. The moment they see the handsome foriegn face of their supposed "savior", they get all cheery and swoony, disgusting you to the core.

° You shut your eyes in an attempt to think, to plan your way out virtually. Yet, you were quickly caught off guard by some muffled screams and a sudden prolonged silence. Looking back up, dead bodies lay all around you, and your uncaring look catches the CP9 agent in surprise.

° "You're not scared." He states more as a cautious fact than a curious question. You look ahead to see him approaching you in a killer's aura, intending to end your life.

° "They had it coming." You said in upmost slack. He was seriously shocked now. Everyone runs away from the sight of Rob Lucci, everyone cowers in fear under his deadly robotic stare. But you, you were a different story.

° He suddenly found himself intrigued by you, impressed maybe? No, completely DRAWN into your demeanor. He's killed so many people, women were mostly frail naggy and controlled by their useless emotions, yet you seem to oppose all the odds.

° He swings his sharp nails to your bindings, instantly breaking them apart. You look up in a questioning daze, not before you feel youself hoisted on a strong buff shoulder. "O-Oi! What are you-?"

° "Move or I'll kill you." He threatens, casually walking out of the shed with a new "hostage". You give him an unimpressed look, yet yield to his demands. "Yeh sure, take me to the government or whatever..." you mumble purposefully, feeling yourself enter the world of a deep slumber.

° Rob unconciously holds you tighter, as he heads out to find the real kidnappers, pursuing absolute order and justice. Yet deep down something else moved him, he can hear his heart thumping unusually loud, his one dead muscle is beating itself back to life.

° A sarcastic smile escapes his features, wondering how long has it been since it last happened. He was harshly trained to kill his own emotions a long time ago, then you came by and in seconds that same muscle corpse is pumping back giddy feelings, coursing through his veins.

° He'll have you join under the government's system. No- he'll FORCE you to join them, to have you by his side and under his watchfull eye at all times possible. For uh... reasons.

[dasketcherz]

OH MY MEWNI @daronnefcy SAW MY MARCO CGI EDIT---I AM FREAKING OUT AA A A A AAAAAAAAAAAAA

[imaginingfrancium]

sharing some of my xyx headcanons

so that my mind will be at Peace, i'd like to share some of my own xyx headcanon crumbsszxs, related to him being Filipino and other random stuff (from a Filipino [me] who can't stop having xyx brainrots. v detailed, sort of political, and self-indulgent themes ahead):

his parents are full-blooded filipinos, who decided to migrate to australia (to have a better life~~) (taking it from my experience of having relatives telling u to get a job/move abroad bc living in the ph suckz)

his dad passed away when he was in his early teen years. his mom married a local aussie man years later.

yes, he loved his dad so much. his dad was That Present, Supportive Father yeh

he grew up seeing his parents being so loving, caring, etc to each other. like that was his basis of love; he wanted to experience what his parents had. he hoped for it so much that i guess after how many heartbreaks (uhuh lovesick teenager xyx), he got tired and gave it up lol (until fLASH FORWARD to meeting us, and there: the love that was really something. not just the idea of something *bow)

his sister (yes, he has one) is a nurse and he is a lawyer. not bc they were coerced by their parents, but they just really decide it for themselves (imagine the number of times they had to say "no, really. i just want to be one") (v random hc, yes)

he used to visit the ph when he was young. those trips stopped since most of his family members already moved to australia too, and other places abroad.

even though he speaks english with a strong australian accent, it's like it's turned off when he speaks tagalog.

(i reckon that he can speak better tagalog than me 🕴 Jose Rizal be laughing in his grave rn)

he grew out of his catholic roots when he lived by himself, but still tries complete all 9 Simbang Gabi/Misa de Gallo masses. to have some connection with his devote catholic mom, and to honor the times he spent attending these masses with his late dad. (i like Simbang Gabis because of the native delicacies being sold outside the church every after mass)

after the first time you attended Simbang Gabi with xyx, he made a mental note to add Ben&Ben's Bibingka to his playlist about u (v self-indulgent but iykyk) (well if he has one) (i think he does tho)

he is Anti-Marcos and you cannot convince me otherwise. (he could've been that guy who called out marcos jr. personally when he was in aus for a family vacation) (can't find the video of it SKSKSKS)

he was supposed to study in the ph for college because attending university in australia is Expensive ™. luckily, he was able to enter one with a scholarship.

if he didn't though, he probs studied in UP or Ateneo (xyx wearing the UP sablay... as an iska, *tucks hair behind ear*)

(to my fellow filo/filo-speaking bp players) he didn't tell you he was filipino and can speak tagalog when you first got together. he decided to keep it to himself for a while bc he wanted to see your reaction 😎 the moment you knew was when he responded to an endearment you said in tagalog.

"so all along, you understood what i was saying?" "yes." "🕴️" "also your tagalog sucks." "oh f*ck off (affectionately)"

there is a news article about him written by a local ph news source. headline was "Australia-Raised Filipino Lawyer helped win big case vs. big company" something something. (you can smell the Pinoy Pride 🇵🇭 XD comments from here)

xyx listens to OPM !!! it's his 3rd most played genre on Spotify.

he grew up listening to it because of his dad (it is a way for dad to cope with his homesickness) (one more and i'll make a separate hc post about his dad)

with that info, lemme tell u that you both once danced to Ang Huling El Bimbo and/or Panalangin

v sorry for the many random, unorganized thoughts lol and the grammar errors. anyw lemme know what you also think ‽‽

(OPM songs i listened to while writing this: Isang Anghel by zild *highly recommend!!; dekada '70 by zild; Torete by moonstarr88)

(also gonna promote my bloomic but pinoy shitposting hehe)

[bakugohoex]

uwu hcs for jean and eren with a s/o who’s bold in giving affection but gets easily flustered when they’re the one receiving it 😗

“now whose the flustered one”

paring: eren yeager x female reader, jean kirschtein x female reader

cw: implies nsfw, kissing, heavy flirting, fluff

word count: 2400+

a/n: sorry for the lack of content, but i hope you guys like this, im trying to get through all the requests before i go on hiatus but hope you like it any comments will really benefit, also i didnt read it properly but its a headcanon sort of, idk sorry im tired 

summary:  in which giving affection to the boys always leaves them swooning but as soon as they do it to you, you become an entire mess in front of them

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eren yeager

You had known Eren since day one of the cadet corps, both meeting one night out on the barracks. You had seen him around whilst in the cadet corps, but you talked to Sasha and Connie a lot more than you did him and his two friends who always seemed to follow him around.

But the one encounter late at night had bloomed a friendship where you both became closer than anybody realised. Now two years later, on the brink of graduating and joining the survey corps you and Eren were partnered up to spa with the boy, the consistent teasing and flirting for two years flowing out from your mouth.

“Aww is Eren not able to beat a girl.” You mock going in for a punch, he dodges but cocks his head backwards in a laugh.

Looking at your much shorter frame, he goes in for a punch himself, “I’m capable of beating anyone Y/n, that includes you.”

You’re the one to laugh this time, arching your back to miss the swing of his fists, “maybe you’re going easy because you like me, it’s fine a cute boy like you, I might let you win.”

He blushes but tries to hide it with his fists raised, “like you, I could never.” The back and forth continuous on, everybody in their own worlds except Armin and Mikasa, the latter being annoyed at how you hit him.

“Come on Eren, aren’t you going to try harder.” You tease before you feel him grab your arm and flipping you to the ground, he stood on top of you his feet planted beside your waist.

An idea popped into your head as you quickly grab his arm dragging him down on top of you, you heard Mikasa shout his name but you both ignored it. His body on top of yours, you smirk feeling his hands on the sides of your body. He encased your body in his own and you leant up to meet his ear.

“Baby if you wanted to get me in this position, all you had to do was ask.” You kiss the side of jaw the blush on his face evident. Mikasa and Armin had come up to you both, confusion at how you both just stayed there.

The flirtations had been a common occurrence, you weren’t just naturally flirty with everybody you happened to have a soft spot for the boy and maybe a teensy crush. And the only way for you to let it out was through teasing and flirting which he seemed to enjoy a lot.

“Eren are you okay? Did she hurt you?” Mikasa speaks worriedly grabbing the top of his shirt to get him up, his cheeks visible to everybody.

You laugh getting up yourself, “Mikasa I’d never hurt the pretty little thing.” His eyes flash, widening at how easily you can flirt and tease at him, evidently a rush had gone somewhere else with how he grabbed his jacket from the floor covering his lap.

“Eren you shouldn’t put dirty things on your clothes.” Mikasa spoke about to grab it.

“I’m fine.” Eren muttered back, he watched as you walk a way a grin on your face at how at ease you were.

It wasn’t till after you all got back to the barracks that he could sort the downstairs problem and all he could imagine was you. A happier grin on his face he joined everybody for dinner, the bread being stale and the food being grim to say the least but the first thing he notices was how you, Jean, Marco, Connie and Sasha were on the table with Armin and Mikasa.

He shrugged it off grabbing the food and going to the table, “where were you?” Mikasa questions ready to give her his seat, but he instead sits beside you. You hadn’t noticed him listening to Sasha about food and hunting a smile on your face.

“I had to sort something out.” You nearly jump out of your seat at the sound of his voice a laugh echoing through your ears at how close you both were. His arms touching your own.

“Sort something out yeh.” You muttered lowly, it was barely audible but Eren heard and as much as he loved the flirting, he needed to give you a bit of your own medicine.

He moved his face towards your ear, his hot breath fanning your ear. “You created a problem for me, so I had to sort it somehow…” his voice becoming even more quieter, “how about next time you help me yourself?”

You had watched the boy grow, watched everything for two years and now at the sound of him knowingly flirting back, knowingly acknowledging something was there. You heart fluttered and a heavy red scattered across your cheeks, you felt warm and in heaven.

He moved his head ready to start a normal conversation with everybody else, nobody having paid attention except Mikasa who always kept an eye on the boy. For her sake, you hoped she didn’t like him because you knew you were not letting him go. “Now whose the flustered one.” It was audible enough and your head spun out how he knowingly knew that you were blushing at his comment.

You could barely speak; he expected a response but was instead brought with your wide eyes and flabbergasted face. “i…i…”

No words came out and with Jean on the other side of you trying to gain your attention you stayed frozen. “Did someone break Y/n?” Jean mutters, Marco laughing at how dumbfounded you were.

“I…I’m fine.” You seethe out trying to cover your face with your hair, “I need some air.”

You weren’t trying to get away, but you felt embarrassed, they had known you for two years as a major flirt even more than Ymir was to Historia but the way you had easily got flustered over a proposition. It was humiliating to say the least.

You rushed out, moving past the people. You had been holding in a breath that you quickly let out, the warm air hitting your skin, you leant against the building, looking up at the stars before you heard a cough beside you.

You turn and see Eren, the boy looking down before meeting your gaze. “I shouldn’t have said that and I’m so…”

Interrupting him, you began to speak yourself, “you don’t need to apologise, I just didn’t expect it I thought you didn’t know of my feelings towards you.”

He smiles coming closer to you, he brings his hand to your jaw making you look up at him, your back pressed against the wall. His other arm against the wall trapping your head, “Y/n you’ve been flirting with me for two years you really think I’m that unaware of anything.”

You tried to turn your head away, but his grip made you face him, “I thought your only focus was killing all the titans, or you liked someone else and were trying to let me down easily.”

“I’m not a dick to lead a girl on for two years Y/n, I needed to get over some stuff and then everything happened, and we’ve nearly finished this whole thing and I realised in a couple days we’ll be in the survey corps and fighting titans and I might not have another chance to say this. But I love you.”

The last three words were a whisper, but it was all you needed for you to grab his hair pulling his face closer to yours. He closed the gap in an instant, his hand removing off your jaw and onto your waist, it was a sweet kiss, filled with love and lust. His tongue licking your bottom lip for access, which you allowed, soft moans came from you both. Hoping nobody would see but that was the last thing on Eren’s mind as he relished in the way your tongues moved together. It was as if you were both made to fit into each other. It was a needed kiss and the turmoil the would come made it even sweeter.

jean kirschtein

The survey corps was the worst place to ever flirt ever. You and Jean had only just finished training and you were both thrown into the deep end with the first scouting mission, of course you and Jean had unhidden feelings, but it was always just flirting. Heavy flirting especially from you but just flirting.

The female titan being uncovered made everything become even more chaotic and finally when you both had gotten some sort of peace in where the main base of the survey corps were. You were spending it with your friend hoping no more disorder would come.

You sat at dinner, chewing at the bread as you leaned against Jean. He would often let you lean against him just to know that you were there, and to everybody you acted like a couple but you both knew that neither of you had admitted any feelings. You talked between yourself as the others had left themselves before it was just the two of you. They knew that once you two were deep in conversation nobody was every going to break past the two of you. Which was evident as you realised everybody had left.

“Where did everyone go?” You gestured to the empty dining area.

Jean looked around, you both had been in your own world, talking about everything you two possibly could, “they must’ve left.” He shrugs grabbing the glass of empty water. “You drank my water.”

“I was thirsty.” You try and gain sympathy, but he rolls his eyes at you.

He drops the glass looking at you again, “I wish I spat in it.”

“Gross but if you’re into that.”

“You’re terrible Y/n, I hope you know that” He mutters shaking his head, you had still been leaning against him but as you stretched, he knew what was coming.

“Come on pretty boy, let’s go on a walk.” You gesture about to stand up.

“Pretty boy, really.” He mutters but you could sense he had a thrill from hearing the words.

You pout standing up and putting your hand out, “would you rather me call you horse face?”

The nickname Eren had given him a plague on your tongue, he whipped his head to face you. Taking his hand in yours, he was a lot taller than you, but you liked the height different, it made you feel safe. “If you call me that I’m never talking to you ever again.”

You laugh at the boy before speaking, “I don’t need you to talk, just little moans will do it for me.”

He always admired your boldness, both your feelings there but never told to each other. It wasn’t like you two had even kissed yet and this had been going on for two years now. Of course your flirting always left him a mess, many nights along in his room thinking of you. Sometimes you came too close to him your breath on his neck, or it was how in your normal clothes you left a couple buttons shown to see your visible chest. Or even better how you said bold words that to anyone would only be reserved for a couple.

He knew how outspoken you were but you both had just not gone down to talking about your feelings. He himself never went to the extent you did but he loved watching you flirt with him and even make him jealous occasional by touching Eren’s arm.

He knew if in a relationship, you doing that would make him fuck you in an instant but right now he couldn’t do shit. He could only watch you flirt with  him, you both had arrived outside, the breath of fresh air hitting you both.

You saw some of your friends, seeing Connie try and fight Sasha for some meat presumably. You dragged Jean the other way, wanting him all to yourself. “You’re awfully quiet, what happened am I too pretty that you’ve gone quiet?” You giggle pulling him along the narrow alleyway, he admired how you occasionally looked around to make sure he was still following even though you were the one holding his hand.

Finally getting into the open area, you sat on one of the steps waiting for him to join, you undid a few buttons. His eyes fixated on your hand movement, “I don’t bite you know, unless you’re into that.”

A blush creeped onto his face, he shut his eyes to surpress it but to no avail he became a mess under your words. He sat beside you quietly, trying to think of what to say before an idea popped into his head, “a pretty girl like you shouldn’t be spending so much alone time with me, I might ruin you.”

“Ruin away.” You taunted back waiting for a comeback, he smirked facing you your head rested against his shoulder whilst looking up at his face. He was a pretty boy, you could imagine him ruining you, you had been known back in your town as timid and quiet, but it was really because nobody really took an interest in.

But Jean, he was perfect having come up to talk to you and as time went on you grew comfortable enough to stop being timid and be the loud outspoken person you are today. And it was all down to the hot head.

He touched your thigh rubbing is fingers up and down, a friction making you tense up. He had never gotten this close, never done this before but you liked it. “I bet you’ve spent countless nights thinking about me, you enjoy taunting me because it gives you a thrill, but both of us know that when we’re alone you’re just a hot mess…” He paused taking a breath, “just for me.”

You knew he was right, the nights tossing and turning not able to sleep, with thoughts of him touching and kissing you. Your cheeks erupted in a flush on embarrassment. You were the one to get shy this time, he grabbed your face, moving his lips closer to yours whilst speaking, “now whose the flustered one.”

He edged closer and closer before you closed your eyes and kissed him softly, the fireworks that erupted inside of you made you melt under his touch. He guided the kiss with his hand, making sure that you were comfortable but satisfied by it all, it deepened with his hand grabbing your thigh to bring you closer. You could almost feel his own thighs beneath him, his teeth tugging at your lip to gain access for his tongue. You obliged with ease, the movements of both your tongue perfectly balanced with soft moans erupting from your mouth. You felt dazed but enjoyed every second of it, because you had finally gotten the kiss you had dreamt about.

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