#when will marco let me sit by his side i wonder

[luveline]

jade baby I was wondering if you could do a hurt/comfort with Steve, but the reader comforting steve while he deals with his hearing loss after all the times he got beat up and stuff? Maybe he’s frustrated and she makes him feel better:’)

ty for requesting <3 fem, 1k

Steve’s eardrum was weakened after multiple traumas to the side of his head, but it’s the strangulation of vines in the Creel house that finally gives him permanent hearing loss in his left ear. Matter of time, the doctor said. 

He pretends it doesn’t bother him. He doesn’t wear the hearing aid he’s fitted for, he doesn’t go for his follow up appointments. Steve acts like he got better just like everybody else did (sort of). He doesn’t care about taking his shirt off at the pool, ‘cos you all have scars from your time in the upside down, but he doesn’t talk about his ear. 

“Woah, that kid can make a wave,” he says, squinting against the sunshine, his legs still wet from swimming. 

In the pool, Dustin and his friends play an aggressive game of Marco Polo. Max sits on the side with her feet in the water shouting Polo’s that only serve to confuse him, Lucas beside her laughing and trying to curve his own shouting with his hand. Dustin throws his arm out at them and soaks their swim shorts in retribution. 

“He’d be winning if they stopped messing with him,” you say, sitting on the lounger next to him and passing him one of the drinks from your bag. It’s still cold. “When’s Robin getting here?” 

“Uh, she’s with Nance.” 

“Oh, gotcha. When is she coming?” you ask, a little louder. 

He must have missed a couple of words and assumed you asked where she was. He frowns, turning the can of original coke you’ve given him over in his hand. 

“Steve?” 

He looks up, turning himself to you more squarely. “Yeah?” 

“Do you know when Robin’s gonna be here?” 

He presses a finger to his ear. “You just asked me that, huh?” 

“It’s okay. I’m just wondering.” 

“Uh.” He ruffles his hair, face angled down to the floor. “I don’t know. Half an hour?” 

Steve isn’t easy, he’s not promiscuous (anymore) (and who cares if he is?) but he loves flirty attention, and he’s a friend in need. Also, you have a huge awful crush on him even if you won’t admit to it. 

You put your hand on his knee. “Half an hour for you to kiss me stupid, then.” 

He lifts his head. “You wish.” He smiles at you all smug as he covers your hand with his. “Half an hour? I could rock your world.” 

You both laugh and move your hands back to your sides. Your skin feels warm where he’d held it, you can’t help smiling, but it’s obvious it hasn’t really taken his mind off of the problem. Your ruse ran out of steam too quickly. 

Steve looks down at his chest. “I’m sorry. It must be annoying, repeating what you’re saying all the time.” 

“It’s not.” 

“Come on, I know it’s the worst.” 

“Steve, it doesn’t bother me. You need me to repeat what I said, or you need me to talk louder sometimes, so I’ll do it. It doesn’t matter.” 

“It does,” he says, “I should just wear the– the hearing aid,” —his voice goes low with embarrassment— “and stop inconveniencing everybody.” 

“You’re not an inconvenience, Steve.” You tilt your head gently toward your shoulder, palm up on the chair between you. “Steve, I think everybody would agree with me when I say that we don’t mind. It’s up to you. If Max doesn’t wanna use her cane, you don’t care, do you? You just let her use your arm. It’s the same thing. Or, it feels like the same thing for us when you don’t use your hearing aid.” 

He winces. 

You really don’t like the look of it, unsure if you’ve said the wrong thing. “Well, I could learn sign,” you say. 

“What?” 

“Sign language? We could learn how to sign, and then you don’t have to wear the hearing aid, n’ you don’t have to worry I’m repeating myself.” 

“You’d do that?” 

“Yeah,” you say, smiling in bemusement. “Of course I would. And it would help anyways in places like this.” You gesture to the tens of kids shouting and splashing in the pool. “There’s so much noise. I can barely hear myself sometimes. And imagine the shit we could talk at the movies–”

“Thank you,” Steve says, surprising you with his arms suddenly reaching out. He kisses your cheek as he pulls you in, and he rubs your back gently, his face pressed to your hair. You hug him back and his arms tighten around you. 

“You’re welcome,” you say. You haven’t even done anything. 

“Seriously,” he says, giving your back a good scrunch with his hand. 

It’s worth it for the scrunch alone, but you really mean it. Of course you’d learn to sign for him, you’ll do anything he needs you to do if it’ll make him more comfortable with coping with this new change. You smile into his naked shoulder, the smell of sunscreen under your nose, his hair tickling your ear. 

“Oh, god, are you guys serious?” Robin asks. “When’s the wedding?” 

“Should’ve started with the joke,” Steve says, putting his chin atop your head rather than pulling away. You turn just enough to see Robin from the corner of your eye. 

She raises her eyebrows. “What’s going on?” 

“Nothing, just swapping out best friends for the better model.” 

“I resent that, Steve, but I choose to forgive you because I’m in a good mood and Nancy made sandwiches.” 

“My mom made them,” Nancy says from behind Robin's shoulder, looking down at the brown paper bag she’s carrying. 

They turn away from you to call the kids in for lunch. “What did she…” Steve says. 

“Her mom made sandwiches. I’ll get you a PB and J before Mike claims them all,” you promise. 

He smiles a line, nodding at you appreciatively. When you turn away, he brings a hand to his ear, and he doesn’t hate himself for something he can’t help. 

[nina-ya]

Hello hello nina-chwan! I have this idea that I would love to read from you if it’s interesting enough? It’s about the female crush or s/o (either way is fine🤗) of law and/or marco, and whoever you want to add, who has really long hair (it reaches past her hips/butt) but she always has it in an updo.

So I’d like to know how it will go when they see it down for the first time while she was taking care of it one day. I’m trying to grow my hair out and have always wanted to have it super long so… one piece men + long hair hyperfixation got me wondering ig? 😅

I’m sorry I’m being so awkward but thanks in advance lovely 😅🧡

A/N: HIIII I got to write for the sexy doctors omgggg I also added Zoro too cause why not THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING I HOPE YOU ENJOYYY Pairings: Law x Reader, Marco x Reader, Zoro x Reader (separately) CW: None for Law and Marcos parts. References to sex and hair pulling in Zoros part. WC: 982

Law had not intended to intrude on your privacy, but as fate would have it, he found himself needing something from you soon after you had stepped out of the shower. The encounter gave him a view he had not witnessed before- your hair down, still glistening from the shower.

You were absorbed in the act of brushing out your hair when Law entered. The room smelled of your shampoo, and the sight of you taking care of your hair captivated him. Law couldn’t help but stare. He took in the soft scene unfolding before him, and it only fueled his growing infatuation for you.

You caught movement in the corner of your eyes, and turned to see Law. Surprise filled your features as you took in the sight of him leaning against the doorway with a small smirk on his face. “Didn’t mean to catch you at a bad time,” he said, his voice filled with amusement. Your face heated up, and before you got a chance to chastise him, he spoke up again, catching you off guard. “Your hair down suits you.” It was a simple statement, but it was enough to make you stumble over your words.

“Haha, thanks… I, uh...” you started, trailing off as you failed to find the words to respond. Law's gaze lingered onto you as he stepped towards you, stopping just by your side. He didn’t say anything at first; rather he just reached out to lightly touch your hair. A shiver ran down your spine at the feeling, and you watched as he twirled the damp lock of hair in his fingers for a moment. 

A small smile played on his lips as he continued, “You know, you should wear it down more often.” His words left you in a flustered gratitude.

Clearing your throat, you spoke up, “Um, did you need something?” you asked, changing the subject.

He looked at you and an air of realization crossed him that he indeed did come to you initially for a purpose, but it seemed inconsequential now, “I did, but that's not important anymore.” He dropped the piece of hair he was holding and took a step back and looked at you with a smirk as he said, “what’s important now is that you have to start showing me this more often, okay?” 

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Marco had known your hair was long, judging by the intricacies of the hair styles you usually held it up in, but he did not know just how long your hair was. At least until he stumbled across you sitting on the edge of your bed, in the process of tying it up to protect it from what the day may hold. 

There you were, your hair falling down your sides, reflecting the light that shone through the window. Parting your hair and preparing to put it up, you looked up and saw Marcos' expression, sensing something was off. You spoke up, “What's wrong?” dropping your hands to your sides as you let go of your hair, opting to pay attention to him instead.

Marco snapped out of his trance and walked up to you as he responded, “Oh it’s nothing.” He took a seat on the bed next to you as he continued, “You just caught me off guard," he reached out and ran his hand through your hair as he continued, “I knew your hair was long, I guess I just never realized how long it was.”

A smile spread across your lips as you felt his fingers run through your hair. “Surprise” you teased. Marco chuckled, his free hand finding its way to yours, interlacing your fingers.

“I like it,” Marco said, his thumb brushing over the back of your hand. “But then again, I like everything about you.” He stopped running his fingers through your hair, and he placed a gentle kiss on your forehead. “Leave it down for a bit,” he suggested, his eyes lingering on your hair.

“Why?” you asked.

He simply responded with, “I just want to admire the view.” 

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Zoro had stumbled into your room unexpectedly, his horrific sense of direction failing him once again. As he entered, he noticed you sitting by a mirror untangling your hair. Without much of a reaction, Zoro glanced in your direction and muttered a nonchalant, “This isn’t the men's quarters,” 

You looked at him in slight surprise at the abrupt entrance and rolled his eyes at the comment. “Zoro, how the hell did you get lost on the ship? It's not even that big,” you asked, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear.

He grunted in acknowledgement, eyes glancing around the room before he decided to settle on your bed. You continued detangling your hair as Zoro struck up a conversation with you. He leaned against the headboard, seemingly absorbed in the conversation. Every now and then, his gaze would linger on you a moment more than usual, his expression suggesting that the conversation was not the only thing he had on his mind. But you never noticed, as you were too caught up in your own actions. 

Soon, he left the room, seemingly unbothered by the new sight of seeing your hair down, but you would soon realize that he was thinking long and hard about it. Ever since that moment, his hands always found a place in your hair. Fingers delicately threading through the strands to lull you to sleep. Gripping firmly to angle your head, seeking better access to plant kisses and bites along the length of your neck. His touch became purposeful– pulling it away from your face into a makeshift ponytail to reveal your teary-eyed expression as you worked to please him with your mouth. Intertwining and tugging hard as he is buried deep within you coaxing the sweetest moans from your throat. Maybe, just maybe, you should have let your hair down sooner.

[healingfairy000000001]

Mother tried her best :ASL x Ex-Member of the roger pirates.

Type: angst, mother love, death, Marine ford, Spoilers, fem reader.

A/n: it's a bit crappy at the end but I tried.

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How did I get here again? Right...to save him...but why is he sitting there, stunned?

"Luffy, Ace why are you crying?"

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"A chosen one?" Y/N repeated her captain's words, "one who will surpass us," Roger clarified further. Y/N and Raylight exchanged glances before smiling/smirking at their captain.

"I wonder if it's going to be my son" Roger inquired, "You do not have a son?" Raylight interjected, "How about Shanks and Buggy? There kids" Y/N reminded, "that's true HAHAHAHA" oden, Roger, Raylight and the rest laughed together.

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"Y/N shanks stole my stuff again!" yelled Buggy, running towards her and hugging her with teary eyes to gain sympathy. "It does not have your name on it!" showted shanks while running after him, "can't the two of you share?" She said, picking up the buggy by the back of his shirt, "No, it is mine!" Buggy protested, and when Shanks caught up, he was also grabbed by the back of his shirt, "What is this thing you are fighting over anyway?" starting to get impatient she finally asked taping her foot on the ground, "it's a treasure! A mysterious box!" shanks answered first as buggy nodded and finished the sentence,"and it needs a key!".

How can you say no when they forgot what they were fighting about and, after setting them down, she requested that they show her the box......"Where did you get this, boys?" A simple question with a serious tone...."I told you we would get caught!" whispered yelled buggy to shanks "we haven't been caught yet" answered shanks in a similar tone, "IDIOTS!! YOU WENT TO ME AND TOKI ROOM AND TOOK MY STUFF!" hitting them on the head, BY began scolding them for both stealing and lying, "Are you sorry?" Another question with dead seriousness, "Yes, we are very sorry," answering in union. NY sat next to them and grabbed the small box. "You could have asked, but it is a music box." Pulling out a key, she opened it and turned it on, allowing them to enjoy it for some time.

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"so it's true that garp hid a kid here?" she said looking at the 7 year old Ace, "the hell you want?" he barked at her, "the names YN and......." a small moment of hesitant crossed her before she answered "I am your aunt"

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It happened quickly and without thinking. "Why did you do it?" Ace screamed, "Why did you push me away!"....right, that magma man tried to attack Luffy Ace, and she wanted to take the hit...but she pushed him away, and that is how she got a hole in her chest.......but why did she remember Shanks and Buggy instead of these two in this moment...is it because they are so far apart? So she believes that everyone is on her side right now?...... "I told you not to put yourself in harm's way in a fight, and Luffy, we are in a war right now, so do not let your guard down or you could get *Uhhahg*!" Without realizing it, she started scolding them until she threw up blood and fell to her knees. "MOTHER!" The two shouted as they snapped out of their shock, holding her falling body, "Why am I always surrounded by kids?" "Y-y-your injuries are going to be fine, I-I can find a solution...Marco, where is he?" With Ace falling into panic Luffy was trying to keep it together, "Ace, it is no use..." With a weakened voice, she tried to stop him: "NO!" "There must be something we can do-mph!" She hit his head with her fists to wake him up, then hugged him tightly.

When the brothers returned the gesture, she finally said, "Do not cry....it will be okay...try to get out of here..." "We can not leave you here...mom," luffy said, interrupting her.

"My beloved son, I love you. I am sorry I can not see you achieve your dreams. Please grow strong and remain humble." The last of her strength was summoned, and she consoled her children while sobbing and saying, "The old era ends here you two are a part of the future so go on live!" Looking at her two crying children one more time, Yn finally saw the cold light as it faded from her eyes. Hearing distant shouts of her children, she thought as a final word of comfort to herself, '....mother tried her best...'

[grandlinedreams]

Hey could I request a scenario of Ace discovering that their S/O is to be publicly executed thank you if you can and my apologies if you can’t

ANGST? U WANT SOME ANGST? I CAN DO THAT LETS GOOOO

[Heads up!: mentions of canon typical violence, hurt/no comfort, as always, open ended!]

"Are you sure about this?"

Deftly buttoning up the (stolen) shirt, Ace spares a glance at Marco, who's watching him carefully.

"Only way we're going to get them out of there." He tugs on the shirt, makes sure it's sitting right before he swipes the cap and settles it on his head. "Wish me luck."

"You better hope this works."

Ace grins, even though it doesn't quite reach his eyes. "Guess that's good enough."

ㅡ

This is not the first time that Ace has disguised himself as a marine. He keeps his head down, lets the brim shadow his face as he slinks down the road.

With the amount of marines that he sees, it's hard not to feel his skin crawl with both paranoia of being recognized and being around so many marines in the first place.

But he grits his teeth and gives his cap a determined tug, eyes blazing beneath it. He can't bail now, not when you're counting on him to get you out of here.

So he does what he does best ㅡ he talks. He makes up a fake name to throw around that sounds nowhere near his own, buys a couple rounds for a table of older marines, and settles himself in amongst them.

"You're a pretty good guy, Connor." An arm is slung around his shoulders, and it takes everything not to tense and shove the marine off of him. "Have you ever witnessed an execution?"

This time, Ace does tense, passes it off with a bout of uneasy laughter and reaches for his drink. "Can't say that I have."

That gets a round of laughter he doesn't join in on, watching warily. "Then you're in luck! Because in three days time, we're executing one of the Whitebeard pirates."

Even with his devil fruit, Ace feels his blood run cold, heart sinking into his stomach like a stone. "Really," he forces himself to say, tries for a casual tone. "A member of the Whitebeard pirates?"

"Yeah," one of them confirms. "Gotta make a statement, ya know? Not gonna get through to them any other way."

"Nobody's tried breakin' them out, either," another chimes in with a laugh that makes Ace feel sick. "Guess they didn't think they were worth saving!"

If only they knew. Knew who Ace really is, that he'll go back to the others with this information, come with a plan to get you out of here.

The idea of failing you and watching you die makes Ace want to be sick ㅡ he won't let that happen. Not now, not ever.

"Gentlemen," he says as he stands, tipping his cap. "This has been wonderful, but I should probably go."

He ignores the protests, barely hears them over the rising beat of his heart in his ears as he leaves.

Three days. They have three days to find out where they're keeping you, a way to get you out ㅡ with as little possibility of harm on their side as possible.

The odds are already tipped away from his favor, but it doesn't scare him. Ace smirks to himself, eyes blazing.

He'll rescue you, one way or another.

[stillxnunpxidintern]

So the past few days I've been wanting some OP Werewolf and there not many on A03, so that got me thinking what I would want.

I keep thinking either Poly with Ace and Marco or Shank and Beckman, or have a Reverse Harem, (I like older men in op, and then there Ace).

Ace is a black wolf, Marco is a light tan wolf, Beck is a grey wolf and Shanks is a red-brown wolf. They are able to shift when they like but will always shift on the full moon.

Cuddling up with one, 2 or 3 of them or all them would be so good, human or wolf form. If your feeling cold you can snuggle up against just one of them, own personal heating, and feel nice and warm. Could end up in at the bottom puppy pile, with grown wolves "laying" on top of you.

Them scenting you when every you go out or come back, if they're not come with you, making sure people(other creatures) know that you belong them.

With the Whitebeard &/or Red Force pack, constantly teasing you all if you're around, cause of how they act around you. Marco and Beck are less likely to get fluster by you, but when it does happen it adorable. Ace and Shanks are normally making fools of themselves, which makes Marco and Beck wondering their own sanity sometimes.

They're all super protective, as they growl and crowd around you, intimidating anyone who is trying to harasses you or trying to hurt to you.

Each of them having a preferred spot on you, for their claim marks are.

Ace's claim mark is on the shoulder/neck, Marco has his on the side of the chest or waist, Shanks put his on the wrist and Beck place his on the inner thigh. When they kiss/lick their own marks it sends shivers down the spine and makes you feel safe/loved/flustered.

They go slightly feral when they see you wearing any of their clothes, being covered in their scent and then you have to fend them off, so they don't drag you away from prying eyes and you end up with marks and bruises that they love to leave on you, as well as making you sore and walk slightly with a limp, so they can just carry you everywhere.

On the full moon you will sit outside wrapped up in a blanket and drink in hand, cause they always want to see you at least once on full moon night before running off to run with their packs or they howl till you come out.

Some of the spicy thoughts are, of them pining you down and dominating you, ass in the air presented to them. Their stamina is insane and can go for many rounds unlike you, who generally ends up just letting do that they want, as you end up as bubbling mess by the end and tied together with one for a few minutes before being released.

The aftercare and cuddles are amazing.

[mothertaeraesa]

zb1 as summer activities

pairing: ot9 x gender neutral reader

genre: blurb format, nonidol verse, summer au, fluff

warnings: slightly suggestive in matthew's, yujin's can be read as platonic or romantic

word count: 1.5k

kim jiwoong | camping

The smell of smoke and wood wafts to your nose, as you peek your head up from the top of the hammock that’s attached to two red maples. You watch Jiwoong silently while he chops a few more pieces of wood before tossing them on top of the roaring flames from the fire pit. Discarded pans and dishes are off to the side from the filling dinner of meat and ramen that your boyfriend had so generously prepared all by himself. You had insisted on helping him cook and clean, but Jiwoong, ever the gentleman, made sure you didn't lift a finger at all this trip and had done everything himself. "Woongie," you call faintly. "Yes, my love?" Jiwoong pauses his movements and gives you his full attention with a smile. "Come cuddle with me and then let's make s'mores?" The man drops everything and hurries over to you, nearly toppling on top of you before planting a kiss to the crown of your head. "Anything for you."

zhang hao | pool party

"Marco!" Sounds of "polo" are shouted back in various pitches and noise levels, as you and your friends splash around in the water. Blue skies bleed into hues of oranges and pinks while you all have spent the whole day getting wrinkly in Ricky's pool. Feeling thirsty from all the games, you slip out and grab your towel, drying off before sitting on the edge while sipping your cold drink from the cooler. You watch Taerae get attacked by a closed-eyed Matthew as a finger taps your thigh. Hao stands waist-deep in front of you with his mouth open, making indistinguishable noises, but you catch onto what he wants. Pouring the rest of the drink in his mouth, you discard the can to the side before leaning down to plant a peck on the man's lips. The drink lingers with the faintest taste of chlorine, but it's only a momentary thought, as Hao's laugh fills the air while he suddenly tugs you by the hand back into the water.

sung hanbin | blueberry picking

It’s sunny and swelteringly hot outside. Sweat drips down your forehead, and you can’t help but wipe it with the back of your hand in slight disgust. You wonder how you ended up here, a somewhat crowded blueberry patch during such a humid summer day. But then you glance over across the bush at Hanbin who has a wide and excited grin on his face. “Look at this one!” He exclaims excitedly, holding up a big, ripe blue one for you to see. You nod at him, an enamored look in your eyes. You guess that you could deal with the bugs and uncomfortable stickiness on your skin if it means seeing Hanbin happy like a kid in a candy store. You both fill up two large buckets with the sweet berry and take them home, making blueberry pie, muffins, tarts, and jam.

seok matthew | carnivals

The bright lights from the tents down below look like twinkling stars from up above, as you, Matthew, and the giant stuffed bear that he had won squish into the ferris wheel cart. You eagerly point out all the places you both had been that night when you get a better view, and Matthew watches you adoringly with a smile. When you're finally at the top, he snakes an arm around your waist before leaning in for a long kiss. "You know about the rumors?" He murmurs quietly against your lips, eyes locked onto yours. Heat rises to your cheeks at the close proximity as you shake your head silently. "They say that if you kiss on top of the ferris wheel, your relationship will last forever." The man goes in for another, taking his sweet time before peppering delicate kisses across your jaw until his lips linger by the shell of your ear. "I guess that means you're mine for eternity."

kim taerae | farmer's market

You and Taerae walk hand in hand through the rows upon rows of stalls selling everything from freshly baked goods to blooming flowers. A loaf of sourdough, ruby red apples, prosciutto, some cheese, and a blanket sit in your tote bag on Taerae's shoulder for the picnic that was planned for later. The two of you had made it a habit to wake up early on Sundays to take a walk, go to your favorite cafe for brunch, and then head over to the weekly farmer's market. There was something domestic about the little routine you both had fallen into, and you definitely didn't mind the quiet coos that grannys would offer on the street about how much of an adorable couple you two were. Taerae suddenly stops in front of a booth selling mason jars of wildflowers and instantly hands the owner some cash, insisting you pick out your favorite with a kiss to your temple.

shen ricky | beach day

The sound of waves crashing against the sand are like white noise in your ears, as you lay out under the beating sun. Your skin feels warm from spending the afternoon outside, but you sense a presence and jump a little at the cold drops that fall onto you. “You gonna come in the water?” Ricky asks while a hand runs through his hair, more droplets hitting you as he shakes his head like a wet dog. “Maybe in a little bit,” you reply, taking in the sight of the blonde boy before you. a thin silver chain falls down the slope of his neck and rests just above his bare chest. His swim trunks fit him well and are in a light rose shade that he had boughten after you had offhandedly mentioned that you thought he looked good in the color. “Like what you see?” There’s a slightly smug tone in his voice as he catches you staring. “You look nice.” In one swift motion, Ricky picks you up and throws you over his shoulder with ease, moving towards the water and threatening to drop you in unless you give him a better compliment than just “nice.”

kim gyuvin | dog walking

"Buttercup, please don't bite eumpappa's ear!" You hear your boyfriend's voice before you see him, but the sight before you causes Gyuvin to whine as you nearly double over in tears. "Babe, how did this happen?" The brunette gives a sheepish smile, tips of his ears red, while you help untangle him from the many dog leashes wrapped around him. Gyuvin had decided to take up dog walking as a summer side job to make some extra money to take you out on dates. He had thought it was a brilliant idea considering that he already walked eumpappa, so what were a few more pups? Well, a few more soon turned into five which then turned into eight, and although Gyuvin was too prideful at first to ask for your help, you eventually got the call to meet him outside of his apartment complex with the promise of ice cream in return. You supposed it all worked out in the end, as you got to spend time with cute puppies and your even cuter boyfriend.

park gunwook | camp counselors

Gunwook throws a glance over at you once and a while, finding it cute how your face scrunches up in concentration as you make your bead bracelet. Originally, the boy had come over to sit next to you, but you had banished him to the other side of the arts and crafts hall, declaring that he wasn’t allowed to peek at what you were going to work on. So here Gunwook was, pouty and a bit sulky, as he waited patiently for you to finish whatever you were doing so he could spend some time with you. The second he sees you snipping the thin string with scissors, he rushes over like an eager puppy. “Here, I made this for you.” Taking his large hand in yours, you slip the bracelet that adorns your name onto his wrist. Before you can say anything else, Gunwook repeats the action, wordlessly giving you the one he had made too. You peak at the letters with a smile. Gunwook.

han yujin | lemonade stands

"Yujin, aren't you a little too old to run a lemonade stand?" Slowly pulling your sunglasses down and peering over them, you stare a bit incredulously at the boy sitting in the children's chair that's clearly too small for him. "I-I'm just helping out my cousin..." He manages to stutter in a bit of embarrassment, rubbing the nape of his neck and avoiding eye contact. You readjust your sunglasses and notice the little girl coming back out of the house with a plastic pitcher filled to the brim with the citrusy drink. "I'll take three." You say suddenly, pulling out the proper amount and handing it to Yujin, as he snaps out of his daze. The little girl perks up at the influx of business, eagerly pouring three cups. You leave a generous tip in the plastic jar and hand her one of the cups before taking a seat in the grass of the lawn beside Yujin. Sipping on the cool liquid, you extend the extra cup to him with a smile.

[marco-newgate]

Marco X CisFem Reader

4

"Do you know what's happening here?" Ace whispered to Thatch.

"No idea." The eldest replied.

Sabo passed through quietly with a sleeping Luffy on his back.

"He's totally stealing my friend." Ace pouted watching you grip Marco's shirt in your sleep.

The two of you ended up lying down completely on the sofa. Marco had one arm draped around your shoulders while the other was tucked between the side of his head and the couch. Your face was buried in his chest while you seemed to clutch his shirt for dear life.

"Will you shut up yoi." Marco whispered, eyes still shut, "She's finally actually sleeping."

"I'll take her to her room." Thatch crossed the room while Marco gently uncoiled your death grip on his clothes.

You stirred and grimaced as you were lifted away from your heat source and carried down the hall to your room under the stairs.

"What time is it?" You yawned as Thatch placed you on your mattress.

"Close to midnight." He replied, "You crashed on the couch. Try to get some more rest."

He pulled your blanket up to your chin.

"You're such a good mom Thatchy." You gave him a cheeky smile.

"And you're an awful child." He brushed your hair out of your face and stood, "G'night F/N."

"Night." You murmured rolling over in search of warmth.

You'd managed to sleep the entire day away. For a moment you wondered what Marco had been up to all afternoon and felt a bit guilty for falling asleep. It was much needed though. You hadn't managed more than two hours at a time every night for the last few weeks. Waking up angry or sad and pacing or reading until it was time to get ready for work.

Worse, you had no appetite. Thatch had tried to remedy that with making your favorite things but just a few nibbles and you were done.

Two years didn't seem like much to most people, maybe not long enough to be this depressed. But it was a brightly burning passionate relationship - or so you'd been lead to believe. You had stayed up late with each other making plans, a house, marriage, little curly browed babies - the whole nine. And poof it was gone.

Stupid.

That did it. You were wide awake now.

The door slowly creaked open and softly shut as bare feet padded across the faux wood floor.

"Ace...did you not learn from this morning?" You asked sternly.

"I knew you were awake." He whispered rolling into the bed with you.

"What do you think you're doing?" You flopped over to face him.

"Marco is trying to steal you from me." His face was dead serious.

"Well firstly, I don't know what that means. And B. I don't belong to you." You jabbed your index finger into his chest.

"You were my friend first!" His bottom lip jutted out.

"We're still bff's. I'm not understanding the issue." You furrowed your brows.

"Well you went straight to him this morning and you guys were pretty cozy on the couch."

"I did not and what?" You remembered leaning on him before you passed out but surely he didn't sit there all day with you.

"Yeah... You were all curled up on him when we got home." His lips curled into a mischievous grin as he scanned your bewildered expression, "That sneaky fuck."

"What?" You felt your cheeks heat up.

"Nothing." He sat up, "Wanna play a game?"

"Ok... But something I'm good at." You slipped out of bed and turned on the TV and game system.

___________

"Hey F/N." Marco knocked stirring you, "Have you seen or heard from Ace?"

"Present." Ace mumbled dangling halfway off your bed.

The door swung open and Marco marched over to the raven plucking him up by his shirt collar.

"Wha?!" Ace sputtered his ruby eyes snapping open as his own body weight worked against him.

"Why can't you let F/N alone yoi? She told you not to come in here yesterday." The blond scolded, stopping when he heard you laugh.

Not sarcastic chuckles or fake airy laughs you'd been famous for as of late. It was a good hardy laugh that echoed off the walls as Ace fought his way out of his brother's grip. Marco turned to you his half lidded eyes widened enough for you to see his clear blue irises.

"Sorry..." You started, catching your breath, "I couldn't get back to sleep so we played video games all night."

Ace gave Marco a smug glare before the blond dropped him to the floor.

"That's fucked up F/N, you didn't even try to help me." The raven stood with a pout.

"Quit being a baby yoi."

"He's just jealous." You stretched, "He thinks you're trying to steal me."

Marco turned back to his younger brother ears slightly flushed and murmured something you couldn't hear.

"No way!" The freckled male protested.

"Hey, you guys bicker somewhere else. I wanna get in the shower."

Marco stalked out catching Luffy as he raced toward your door.

"She needs a bit yoi."

Ace deflated shoulders slumping and followed his brothers out.

"What's on the agenda today?" You asked emerging from your room.

"I was going to go to the store for Thatch while he's at work." Sabo replied from the sofa.

"Mind if I tag along?" You plopped down next to him.

"Me too!" Ace and Luffy called from the floor eyes still glued to the tv.

"We can all go I guess?" Sabo stood and grabbed his keys.

The five of you piled into Sabo's jeep. Luffy sandwiched himself between you and Marco in the back seat because Ace cheated and called shotgun from the kitchen.

The moment you arrived at the store it was chaos. Luffy climbed into a cart that Ace was recklessly steering.

"We're adults right?" You bumped Marco's arm.

"Some things never change yoi." He smirked.

Sabo split the list between himself and you agreeing to meet up at the checkouts in 20 minutes. Ace took off running hopping onto the bottom rack of the cart and riding it through the store nearly missing a child and a display of cans.

"No wonder you always look tired and Thatch has gray hairs." You chuckled to the older brother.

"Say that to his face." Marco laughed.

You could hear Luffy's cackle three aisles over.

"We're gonna get kicked out aren't we."

"Not if we hurry and pretend they don't belong to us yoi." He took control of the cart while you guided him through the aisles.

It didn't take too long for you to gather the items Thatch had scribbled down.

"I think that's it." You crossed the last item off triumphantly.

"I have to get one more thing from the pharmacy."

"I don't want to be with you when you buy condoms." You joked.

"Shut it." He deadpanned, "I'm not getting condoms."

You followed him down the pain reliever aisle to an end cap that was stocked with nicotine gum.

"He chooses life!" You snaked your arms around his torso pressing your forehead into his back as he reached for a sweet mint flavored pack.

"You said it was gross right?" He cleared his throat making you retract your arms.

A loud crash echoed through the neighboring houseware department.

"We gotta get outta here."

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OP characters catching you drawing them: Marco

I got lost in one character again.

Marco sat at his desk as he read a medical journal and ate a pineapple. It had been a fairly productive afternoon for him when you walked in and asked to hang out in his office. You had been bored because you finished your chores for the afternoon. When Marco nodded his head, you got comfy on his couch after you set out all of your drawing tools on the coffee table.

When the sun started to set, Marco set down the medical journal and stretched. He smacked his lips absentmindedly, as he looked over at you. He saw that you were awkwardly curled up on the couch, scribbling way at the page in your book. The blonde clicked his tongue and grumbled, "you're going to hurt your back sitting like that, if you haven't already."

You jumped, looking up at him with wide eyes, like you had forgotten that he was there. He smirked when you buried your face back in your book and mumbled, "I know that, but it's comfy."

And he was right, when you tried to stand up, you felt a sharp pain bolt through the left side of your back. Marco shook his head as he got up from his chair. "You are a silly creature sometimes."

You winced when he sat down next to you, and complained, "I know, you were right, can you please just heal it?" Marco scooped you into his arms, and rubbed his warm palm over your back. You sank into his arms as his healing powers spread through you and seeped into your bones. A flat thud distracted the blonde from fulling enjoying the feeling of your relaxed from limp in his arms. Your sketchbook laid open on the floor, showing him the vibrant drawing of himself on the page

Marco froze when he saw your coloring technique. It made something click in his head about color that he didn't understand before. It was like he was seeing color and actually processing it in depth for the first time. Like the shadows on his hand weren't gray, they were blue and dark pink with some yellows. And his flames weren't just turquoise and yellow, they were white and sky blue as well.

You looked up at him and asked, "Marco, why'd you stop?" He snapped out of his shock when you poked his cheek gasping for a breath he didn't know he was holding. "You drew that?"

Cocking a brow, you nodded your head in reply.

"It's amazing, I want to show it to pops." He laughed with a grin.

"Thank you, but I don't like people looking at my sketchbook. It's private like a journal." You stated firmly, fixing him with a stern stare.

The older man's grin widened, he pushed you off his lap and snatched up the book as he leapt to his feet. He didn't open it, merely dangled it out of your reach over you when you tried to retrieve it. "Oh really, makes me wonder what type of drawings you got in here?"

"Give it back."

Marco hummed as if in thought, "I'll trade you your book, for a kiss."

"Just a kiss huh." You purred, rolling your fist into a ball.

The blonde man grabbed your fist and clarified, "Your lips on my lips."

You rolled your eyes, as you deflated with a heavy sigh, "very well then."

He let go of your hand, and wrapped his arm around your waist pressing you against his bare chest. He breathed, "I hope that one of these days, you'll show me what's in your book." And he pulled you into a firm and consuming kiss, while slide the book into your hands.

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Creature (Both Haunted & Holy)

Vinsmoke Sanji/Reader - Chapter 27 - 5.2k

Sanji reflects. Recovery is not always linear, but you’re there to help him, at least.

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Pell sits amongst pirates he views as his equals for the first time in at least thirty years, but he doesn’t recognize nearly any of the faces that have landed on Seal’s Drop’s shores. He has his back turned to them, and stares at the specific mound his daughter and her wife are buried, surrounded by their twin pups, and their eldest.

A cask sits beside him. This is not what he’d imagined breaking open the sealed barrel would feel like. When Pell had imagined it, he’d pictured Coth by his side, with Feann and her Pod on the other, celebrating whatever one of his grand pups would inevitably follow in his footsteps to become a pirate, and giving the lucky pup their first taste of true sake— to egg them on into landing in the New World, to Wano.

Instead, he breaks it open beside Edward Newgate silently, his former rival now watching him somberly. Marco perches on his shoulder.

“Can I help you, Ed?” Pell doesn’t even turn to look at him. They both smell of devil fruit, though Whitebeard’s is growing fainter with his age. 

“Pelleus…. You weren’t subtle, you know. With your display at Impel Down.” Whitebeard sits down with a little grunt, gently shooing the man on his shoulders away. “…. you were the first to break in, I hope you know.”

“… That won’t make me feel any better if that’s what you’re trying to do.” Pell pours the sake onto the grave. An offering, to make his daughter’s time in the afterlife a bit better. To hopefully help him forgive himself for being useless to protect her against a monster.

Whitebeard only sighs and sits quietly beside the selkie for as long as he will let him. 

They sit there until it turns to night, and Pell allows himself to be guided to the Moby Dick .

For the first time since your escape from Arlong Park, you finish a full plate of food all on your own. You’d managed to finish a full plate of food without getting sick from overeating. And gods, you’d looked so proud of yourself when Luffy pointed it out, at first more upset that he didn’t get to eat your leftovers, before screeching that you didn’t have any leftovers. 

“Ott! You did it!” Luffy’s arms stretch over to touch your face, his hands pressed against your cheeks when he accidentally causes himself to rocket over the table and crash into you. Before this, you’d have been sent into a bit of a spiral from Luffy’s touchiness, not yet used to a friendly touch, but now you’re trying to peel him off of you while the rest of the crew jumps into action to clean up the mess Luffy’s made. You just cringe, so incredibly used to your captain’s lack of a personal bubble, or understanding of anyone else's. Chopper is still adjusting and is trying to hide behind Sanji’s legs.

“Touching–” 

“Oh, sorry.” Luffy’s hands slap back to where they’re meant to be, though still laying on top of you with a silly grin on his face, while Zoro just lays next to you on the ground, covered in beer, staring up at the ceiling until you make another warning warble that eventually stirs him to pick up Luffy under his shoulders. Your captain takes no notice and chatters the entire time when you sit on the floor with Nami patting your head sympathetically.

“You smell like beer, Zoro!”

“I wonder why,” Zoro looks at Luffy, who has gone onto a completely new topic as you slowly process that you’ve eaten a full plate of food. The swordsman just gently pats you on the back and offers a little nod for praise. 

You’re gaining weight back–  it has been nearly four months now, after all. But then again, you’ve had ups and downs in your recovery. Right now you’re doing good, it’s been more consistently ups than downs. Sure, there are times when you stumble a bit. The crew gets frustrated with something unrelated to you and forgets to watch their tone or words as you’re on the deck beside them, though this was discovered one screaming match between Zoro and Sanji too late. It had taken two and a half hours for Sanji to find you, and when he did, he found you crammed between two barrels of fresh water, shaking and keeping your eyes on the ground. That had been a hard stumble and one that had taken a few days for you to recover from. 

“You did it,” Sanji helps you up from the floor with a wide smile, and you slowly return it, hugging him close, your face in his chest while you inhale his scent, “Oh, good job, good job, you did so well, ”

You have a pod who loves you dearly. A man courting you who worships the very ground you walk upon. You have never felt so close to the water as you do now, able to dive under the slip to perform routine checks on the keel and hull as a whole whenever you want. You can hunt for whatever fish are around you, dive as deep as you want, and never fear the repercussions of being gone for too long. 

“You in there honey?” Sanji gently taps your cheek, teasing you as you pull yourself from your mind, smiling as you look up at him. “Hi.”

He laughs when you press your nose against his, rumbling from deep within your chest as you hug him closer to you with your arms looped around his waist, eyes closed in bliss as he steadies the two of you. “Someone’s happy…” Sanji rubs your cheek gently, watching your blissed-out expression.

“I ate a whole plate,” you murmur back, opening your eyes again, and looking up at him. “Full, normal portions.”

“Mhm.”

“And I gained… fifteen pounds back.”

Sanji gently squeezes your tummy, and you squeak before breaking into a fit of laughter as he tickles your sides, the two of you rolling on the couch in the galley. 

“ And you’re looking radiant and doing a great job as our bosun,” Sanji coos to you, pressing dozens of kisses against your cheeks and nose as his eyelashes brush against your face. You shudder, and let him continue to make your brain fog with all of his praise. Gods, do you adore this man.  

You settle into his arms a bit, not quite pinned under him. That would have implied you were trapped. Sanji was more so a weighted blanket than an effective trap. He just clings to you, whining whenever you have to move to get up and do chores. But not now, when it’s the end of the day and all of your chores are complete. It’s time to relax and get ready to do it all again until you land in Alabasta and come up with some plan to liberate the country. 

It’s peaceful. The calm before the storm. Selfishly, you want it to stay that way forever. Where you could lay in the galley after dinner and watch the light fade through the windows. No threats or danger, just sailing on the Going Merry until you find what you’re looking for. You think you deserve to have such wishes, so long as you never act upon them. You’re allowed to have these selfish thoughts, so long as you don’t act on them. 

But, these thoughts must end, as you trudge down to the storage room to do a final check for the night, just to be sure there are enough dry goods for the final leg of the journey to Alabasta. Everything is fine– until you check the fruit, and scream. 

There, amidst the limes, is a glowing, lime-shaped fruit. It’s golden, and you drop your journal as Zoro, Sanji, and Usopp come sprinting. Zoro doesn’t see what’s wrong at first until he looks down at the little fruit. You’re too busy shaking as you look at it, your pointed ears flattened to your head while you warble. You look utterly terrified, as Zoro picks up the fruit. It’s got zig-zag-like patterns on it, and your friend looks at you skeptically.

“This… is just a Devil Fruit,” Zoro holds it out to you, and you shriek. 

“It’s a cursed fruit, ” you hiss, and hide behind Sanji, who looks equally as confused as to why you’re hiding behind him. “Those are bad news— toss it to the sea!”

“Hold on— we can sell that—” Usopp reasons, and you look even more miserable, glowering at him from your spot behind Sanji. “....or we can toss it to the sea, yeah, sure,”

“...Beloved,” Sanji starts carefully, craning his neck so he can look at you, “Luffy ate a devil fruit… so surely not all of them are cursed?”

You snort at this, and Sanji yelps when he feels you chomp down on his shoulder, grumbling and warbling as you eye Zoro warily. After a minute you stop biting him, though Sanji’s shoulder throbs, and whatever emotions come through the bond are muddled. 

“Luffy is a special case.”

“H-how…?” Sanji rubs at his shoulder, wincing still. 

“He fought Arlong, so he gets a pass,” You sniff, and appeasingly kiss where you had bit Sanji’s shoulder. The man just sighs and gently rubs your head. “...sorry I bit you. I panicked.”

Usopp snorts at that and takes the devil fruit from Zoro, at which you flinch as the sniper starts to study it, pulling his goggles down. You look at him over Sanji’s shoulder, while the cook and Zoro lean over to watch Usopp as well. The sniper has a small frown on his face, with his nimble fingers turning it around in his hands. He frowns. 

“... looks like that’s a…. Huh, Wave-Wave fruit,” Usopp pulls his goggles back on his forehead, and turns the fruit over again. “We’ll check the encyclopedia, just to be certain— we’ll sell it when we get to shore. Solves the money problem.”

You cringe as he tosses the fruit in the air, shrinking back behind Sanji. To his credit, despite being bitten, he rubs your head softly. Nami pokes her head into the room, with Vivi and Luffy chattering behind her. Her eyes light up when she sees the fruit in Usopp’s hand, and you swear you can hear her going through the money she can make off of it before you make a low rumbling noise to make your displeasure known. 

“We’ll be able to afford some more… extensive repairs, and won’t need to worry about anything else,” you shudder as you take the fruit from Usopp’s hands, and physically stop yourself from gagging as you hold it, making your way out of the storage room. You drop it on the kitchen counter, looking at it loathingly. Sanji followed you into the kitchen, resting his chin on your shoulder as you glared at the fruit. 

“What’s the issue with the fruit?” 

“They’re poison. Anything that could sever our connection to our Mother…” you trail off, shuddering at the thought of being unable to swim anymore. “...when the world was young, the Sea Mother was wed to the Sea Devil. Their first children were the first of the selkenfolk, or so it goes. Each child was the first of that specific lineage, and so on, and so forth. They were closer to their mother, which angered the Sea Devil. In a fit of rage, he made it so that selkenfolk couldn’t eat any of the fruit he had planted in the world…” 

You look at the little fruit quietly, shaking your head. “...that’s what we’re taught. Some selkies’ve tried to eat devil fruits,” a shudder runs down your spine, and a low warble pulls from your throat, “...they’ve never lived more than a week. They always go mad.”

“... can, hybrids… eat? Devil fruit?”

“Maybe. It depends on all the genetics.” You shrug helplessly, as Sanji takes the fruit from the counter, examining it, before putting it back. “... don’t tell me you’re going to eat it, we don’t even know for certain what it is,”

“No, I enjoy swimming too much,” Sanji admits, and laughs, pressing a quick kiss to his forehead. “How will I be able to enjoy the All-Blue if I can’t swim in it,” 

This… makes sense. Sanji plans things, immaculately. The kitchen is beautifully organized for anyone who could stumble into it could make a cup of tea and a sandwich on the rare occasion he wasn’t already preparing something. So it doesn’t shock you that he’s weighed the pros and cons of gaining miraculous powers and how it may aid his overall goal. Guiltily, you watch how he winces a bit when trying to rotate one of his shoulders, and warble, pressing a kiss to where you had previously bit him. 

He just chuckles, ruffles your hair, and that’s the end of it.

“Why couldn’t you do this simple task?!” Judge bellows, towering above Sanji. He is just seven in this dream, with thin wrists and easily bruised knees from how much he was physically pushed to achieve. Academically, he was a bit smarter– but still nothing in the eyes of his father. “Kill it!”

The poor little rat trembles from where Judge had kept it, its paws already stuck in the glue trap. Beady black eyes look up at Sanji, and the blond fur makes him shudder. It’s the same color as his mother’s hair, as his own. There’s terror in the little creature’s eyes, and Sanji hates how his father is holding it. Maybe if he could get it away, he could use some soap to help get its paws out of the trap—

Judge crushes the rat under his boot the moment he sees Sanji trying to think his way out of this situation. He watches the boy scream, how his eyes widen, highlighting yet another imperfection in what was meant to be his ultimate weapon. Sanji tries to pull Judge’s boot off the rat, sobbing and begging his father, who remains motionless. Sanji could only see his mother, sweet, kind, Sora, with the same pretty blond hair the rat had, the same hair that Sanji had inherited. The same hair that was now buried in the ancestral crypt, was the only time a member of the Germa royal bloodline was allowed to return to their abandoned homeland, in death. How tragically poetic.

“It was a pest Sanji,” Judge growls, and his sobs grow louder. “Royalty does not serve the pests, we thrive to spite them, to crush them under our heels for their impudence,”

His breath is stolen from his lungs with a harsh kick, sending him skittering across the brick floor. There is blood on his shirt, sticky and warm from the rat. That was when he’d had his first panic attack, crying on the floor of his too-big bedroom over a rat as his father left him there. 

Sanji opens his eyes again to see the crushed rat. And hundreds of others, all killed at the hands of his siblings and father to try and teach him their cruel, cruel lessons. The stone brick under him is rougher than he remembers, and it’s so, so much warmer too. He casts a glance up only to realize he’s back on that damned rock, Zeff beside him, except this time, the old man has cracked his ribs open to feed Sanji his very heart.

But before he can do anything to react, the rats swarm around him. They knock him to the ground, his knees hitting the rough stone. He screams, begging, pleading with the creatures he’d tried so desperately to save to please, leave Zeff alone, leave some piece of him for Sanji to bury so he can at least rest. The noise makes him nauseous, and when he feels something tighten around his face, and hears the clicking noises near the back of his head, he opens his mouth to scream—

And slams his head into the ceiling, instantly cutting off his scream. Zoro grunts in his sleep. Luffy just snores louder. The giggling from the floor below stops for a second and starts again as Vivi, Usopp, and Nami start talking about gods know-what again. You snap awake instantly, a terrifying growl in the back of your throat as you slam him into the bottom of the hammock. Your eyes reflect in the dim light for a second as you press yourself over him protectively. He’s never heard that growl from you before. Your more seal-like noises have always been playful, but now it’s primal and terrifying. You’re more animalistic at this moment, looking around the room with a dangerous glint in your eyes he’s only ever seen once before when you were certain Arlong was chasing you through Whiskey Peak. 

Zoro grunts again, and your growls subside, sniffing the air, before glancing down at him. You nudge him with your nose, rumbling gently as you look down at him. Your eyes still reflect a bit, piercing his very soul as he looks up at you. Your hair makes a partial curtain around the two of you as you lean over him. 

“Sanji? Are you okay?” 

But he can’t answer, muffling his sobs as he presses his hands over his mouth, not wanting to wake anyone else. His eyes squeezed shut tightly as he forcibly tried to quell his panic in a way that he’s long since learned is unhealthy, but that doesn’t mean he’s stopped doing it. It’s bad enough he’s woken you up, being the burden that he is. Sanji feels something against his face and opens his eyes just enough to see you nudging at his hands with your nose, a soft, comforting rumble making him crumble. His mind itches with the gentle rhythms and notes that spell out concern, nightmare, and dearest that finally break the barrier of his muffled sobs to pull you tightly into his arms.

If Sanji wasn’t so lost in his own mind, the little huff you’d made after he did that would have been humorous, along with the little pats along his shoulders to try and calm him down. The 180 of how competent you can be with social interactions is endearing to him, and he manages to stop crying enough to laugh when you start to pat on his cheeks softly, rumbling the entire time. Perhaps it’s the differences in Selkenfolk and Human communication, but it’s certainly something that keeps him on his toes with you. 

“How about I make tea?” You mumble, looking at him, eyes still reflecting in the dim light. “… and you don’t burn yourself on it this time.”

Watching you work in the kitchen is oddly soothing to Sanji. You’ve gotten back to a point where you’re able to control the water around you like little arms, measuring out the seeds and spices you need. You even trill and rumble a bit, all of those little noises that had once been forced out of you now falling from your mouth without so much as a second thought. 

However, you side-eye him from the stove when he tries to light up a cigarette, a little tendril of water holding the pack out of reach while he looks at you miserably.

“Not fair,” Sanji weakly reaches for them, and you huff, placing the pack on top of the cabinets, soon followed by his lighter, leaving Sanji with a soaked cigarette hanging from his lips rather uselessly. 

“You shouldn’t smoke inside. The smell lingers. And Nami won’t say anything but it gives her headaches.”

“It does?”

“Yeah, it’s why her mom had to switch to herbal ones when she was little.” One of your ears twitch. “…doesn’t it mess up tasting things?”

“You sound like the old man right now,” Sanji groans, slumping forward to lay his forehead against the island counter. “….I wanted to impress him, so about a year and a half of him taking me in I started. I wanted him to think I was grown.” 

“Then why’ve you kept it up to this point?” You put everything in the newly purchased kettle, a result of a run-in with another group heading for Alabasta. 

“…became addicted,” Sanji shrugs and lets the wet cigarette fall onto the counter. Some of the tobacco falls out along with it. “Y’know it’s bad for me to quit cold turkey, right?” “I know.” One of your ears twitch, as you focus on the kettle. The open flame under the burner flickers a bit. You don’t look at him though, cleaning up the little mess you’ve made with the mortar and pestle. “Next stop. I’ll get you the same brand my sister used to smoke… they were herbal. With a bit of blue lotus in them. If that’d help.”

He manages to snicker a bit, resting his chin on his hand as you gently scrub the mortar and pestle. “You’re trying to drug me now?”

“.... it’s a drug?” You turn this time, looking genuinely confused. “It had the same effect as tobacco on selkies…” and then it dawns on you, your embarrassment and realization making him feel giggly and jittery through the bond, “Oh. You’re not a selkie.”

“Did you forget that?”

“Sometimes I do.” You shrug, leaning back on the counter. “...you, Luffy… everyone just…adapts well to me. Like you understand me.”

“I understand you sometimes. I want to know more, speak your language.”

“It’s the same language… I don’t even know if you’d be able to hear it the same way. My ears are different,” You twitch them to emphasize that, “I mean, you can hear… whale calls, and stuff, but it’s more than that.”

Sanji attempts to rumble as you’ve shown him, and though it still sounds mangled your heart flutters. He’s trying for you. 

“... did I say that right?”

“You got the point across,” You laugh, smiling widely as the kettle starts to whine. You let it go for a few seconds until it turns into a proper whistle, wanting the tea to be at its best. Sanji lets you pour it and then watches as you very carefully put your hands over the two mugs until the steam isn’t as heavy. You’ve… cooled them down, using your abilities, showing him just how much control you’ve gained over it the past four months. When he takes a sip, it’s at the perfect temperature for drinking. He feels downright giddy over that– that you’ve made such a sharp improvement so quickly. 

The silence is comforting. The two of you go to sit in the crow's nest, and even if Sanji is a bit annoyed that no one was on a real watch of the ship, he’s happy you’re next to him. You point out the constellations to him, and then, hold up your hand, lining it up with one of the brightest stars, and then helping him to do it.

“… That’s how the Sea Devil found his wife, the Sea Mother,” you whisper, as Sanji finally seems to understand how you’re telling the distance of the sea around you. “He followed the stars, mapping them with his hands, and weaving a map of shells and palm fronds.”

You lean against the mast, taking a sip of the tea. “Their first children were the first Selkenfolk, a litter of dozens if not hundreds. But they loved them all the same.”

“You said that earlier,” Sanji laughs, looking at you as you stare into the cup. “That poor mother.”

“…I gave a rushed version of the story.” You whisper. “The Sea Devil… he loved his children. Every single one he helped to name and cradled after they were born. But they were godly. Divine. Their childhoods were over in the span of a week, and he mourned the fact that he did not get to spend as much time with them as he had wanted to. So he devised a plan to keep them young for another year— so that he could cherish their youth and watch them grow again. So he decided to grow fruits that could do just that.”

“…the Devil Fruit, I’m assuming?”

“I’m getting to that part,” you playfully punch him in the side, laughing a bit. “The children misunderstood, of course, and begged the Sea Mother to stop him. And being the doting mother that she was, she was willing to. So, when the Sea Devil laid down for a nap after all of his work in the garden, she made the ground shake and made frost go deeper than it ever had to kill the seeds. Thunder, rain— everything.”

You shake your head with a little huff, annoyed.

“But what she had done was make the fruits unstable, and not what the Sea Devil had wanted them to be. They had been controlled before, but now every seed was corrupted, and completely different from the other. Not one was the same. He was devastated, obviously, and told her what his plan had been— to simply spend more time with their children. Realizing her fault, she wept and told her husband what she had done, and he grew upset that the children, in his anger-clouded vision, had wanted to leave them so quickly, that he declared that they would never be able to eat the food that he or their mother had grown, making all Selkenfolk grow sick and eventually die if they were to eat a Devil Fruit.” You finish the story and take a long drink from your mug. “And that’s the story my Gran and Baba used to convince me to never doubt my moms.”

Sanji lets out a low, impressed whistle. “…and that’s why you’re so freaked out by Devil Fruit? They’re… good intentions spoiled by a lack of communication from parent to child?” He rests his hands behind his head, his nightmares far from his mind now. “Wow. Divine family needs some serious therapy sessions.

You gently box one of his ears, trying to look annoyed and utterly failing to. “There weren’t therapists back then! They were the first beings to— be !”

“Uh-huh. And Zeff is definitely old enough to have probably known them personally.”

You both dissolve into a fit of laughter, loosely holding onto each other under the stars. Sanji puts his focus back on the sky, and then on the grain of the wood in the railing. 

“… What devil fruit would you eat?”

“I… wouldn’t?” You splutter, confused. “Didn’t we just cover this— I’d die, Sanji.”

“But if you could ?”

“… still wouldn’t,” you shrug and lean on him. “I like swimming. I like the ocean. Even if I was human, I’d rather not eat one.”

You then look at him, narrowing your eyes. “…you have an answer already, don’t you?”

“I mean— who doesn’t?” Sanji laughs nervously. “Clear-clear fruit. Easy.”

“…that was quick. You’ve thought about it.”

“I mean, yeah, ” Sanji looks down at you, smiling softly. “Yeah. I’ve thought about it a lot. To pass the time.”

“Wanna tell me why that fruit?”

“It makes you invisible,” his voice sounds oddly delicate as he speaks. “Just. At your will, able to sneak around without any worries. It’s tactical.”

“… would you sneak into changing rooms and watch people?”

“Wha— no— why would you — I would not do that, Ott, ” His voice nearly cracks from how you’ve startled him with that. “E-even if it was a very attractive person I would not do that. I am a gentleman —“

“That’s the only tactical thing I can think of,” you tease, squeezing his pink cheeks, and laughing at the blush. “Stealth isn’t really a thing with our crew, so as a victim of gross perverted stuff—”

“Oh my God, Ott— “

“— I mean why not , you could get so much blackmail ,”

“…did you just refer to your own trauma as blackmail material?”

“It’s my trauma, I can do what I want with it. Not gonna do much else for me.”

“….seas help me, you’re a menace—“

“— Don’t you wanna know if Luffy has crazy stretch marks? What about if Zoro has a tattoo? Oh, Sanji I bet it's a really stupid stick and poke! All uneven too, now I have to know if he has one—”

“That’s— if this was coming from literally any other member of this crew I’d be concerned—“

“But what else could it be used for, I’m just sayin’—“

“Hiding. From my family.”

The words tumble out of his mouth before he can even think to stop them, a terrified confession from his very soul. You’re frozen with your mouth in an ‘o’. And then you pull him into a deep hug. Before Sanji can even protest, you're suddenly much larger than him, in your Selken form, curled around him protectively. The bond buzzes at the very bottom of his skull, making him let out a soft groan while you flood his thoughts and forcefully push the nightmare from his mind, replacing it with rumbles of affection and love.

Good. Kind. Loved.

Your arms are tight around his shoulders. Part of your long tail wraps around him. Your nose is pressed into his hair. And Sanji has never felt so safe. It’s different from his Mother’s aura of calmness, and Zeff’s presence after nightmares. It’s you, the sea breeze, and the ship gently swaying.

“I don’t know what they did,” you keep your eyes on the stars and feel Sanji hold you a bit tighter. “…but I know you’re wonderful. That you go out of your way to cook and make sure everyone has food in their belly and that they aren’t sick. You care about this crew, and don’t ask for anything in return.”

If you can feel the tears on your skin, you don’t mention it. 

“… You’re wonderful. And you can tell me when you’re ready to. But if they make you think you’re not worthy of good things, and having a loving pod, then they’re dead wrong.”

The crew finds the two of you curled up like that in the morning, the tea long since gone cold. Zoro’s the one to find you, seeing your tailfins hanging over the edge of the crow's nest. Sanji groans and tries to fall back asleep, regardless of Luffy poking the side of his head and asking him to cook something, before turning his onslaught onto you.

“C’mon, Ott, can’t you catch me something?” Luffy stretches just enough to drape himself over the both of you, effectively shoving his chest into Sanji’s face.

“It’s too warm here, I’ll be too sluggish to swim fast enough to catch anything,” You stretch a bit, slowly materializing your legs back, causing Luffy to let out a loud whine, dramatically slumping over the railing. 

“C’mon, we’ll catch some fish,” Zoro puts Luffy over his shoulder and carefully makes his way down the rope ladder. Sanji cleans the two mugs used the night before, and prepares a breakfast of grits and dried meat. Just as you’re about to check the ship for damages, starting near the figurehead, you hear a scream from Nami and look over the railing onto the main deck to find that Luffy has pulled a rather oddly dressed man from the sea.

[find-roronoa-zoro]

Roronoa Zoro X CisFem Reader

6

You stirred awake feeling heavy and warm, really really warm, too warm. Opening your eyes, you found your youngest brother bandaged up and snuggled into your torso. He'd done this many times when he was just a little kid whenever he was worried or stressed. You gently ran your fingers through his hair.

"He was worried about you." Ace murmured from the armchair on the other side of you.

"Awe, my babies," you whispered with a chuckle, wincing at the slight shift of your body.

"He really fucked you up." your freckled brother affirmed.

"Chipped one of my vertebrae." you nodded, " I'll show you the bruise later I'm sure it's worse now."

"Here." Ace handed you your Vicodin and water.

"Oh, I forgot to ask Zoro who won the fight?"

"We did, of course." the raven replied.

"I'd call it a draw." the greenette voiced from the recliner, "Smoker showed up and split us up just when more people started to join."

"So, we owe Kid a visit?" you laughed.

"F/N," Marco called sternly appearing in the doorway.

"I was only kidding." you held your hands up innocently.

He raised a brow at you, "Wake Luffy up, lunch is almost ready."

"Luuuuuunch." Luffy muttered against you.

"This kid will never change." you laughed poking his face, "Oi, Luffy... There's food in the kitchen."

The youngest stirred more eventually sitting up to rub his eyes, "F/N!" he hugged you a little too tight.

"I wasn't dying. Geez."

"But he really hurt you, right?" his big brown eyes met yours.

"Nah I'm fine." you pinched his cheeks, "Go eat. I'll be up in a second."

Your brothers filed out of the room leaving you with Zoro. He yawned and stretched flopping back into the plush chair.

"That chair is cozy right?" you eased yourself into a seated position.

He nodded a little taken back that you were sober and speaking to him.

"Luffy was four when we adopted him. I used to put him to sleep there. He had to be read to every night, well until I started university then the guys told him he had to toughen up."

"Wait so, how many years apart are you?" he flushed, the question just tumbled out of his face.

He knew you were older, just not by how much.

"Thirteen years." you snorted, "I'm surprised they hadn't told you with the amount of time they spend calling me an old lady."

That made you eleven years older than him. Eleven. No wonder you got along so well with Shanks you were closer in age. He was feeling intimidated again, you would probably only see him as a kid.

"They've never said it around me." he shrugged watching you slowly stand.

Carefully you bent down to get one of your pillows, "It'll happen sooner or later."

Zoro stepped forward offering his arm to steady you as you winced trying to stand back with your pillow. You glanced up inspecting his face in the daylight, the puffiness around his eye wasn't as bad but the bruise was a deep purple strangely complimenting the flecks of gold in his brown eye. His lip was a bit swollen and bruised, you made a mental note to give him more ointment before letting him leave.

"Does it hurt?" you asked.

"What?" he snapped out of the trance you had him in.

"Your face." you chuckled taking an experimental step forward.

"I'm fine. You're the one in pain." he pointed out.

"The pills will kick in soon. I'll be kicking these guy's asses in no time." you winked.

With Zoro's help, you shuffled into the kitchen and dropped your pillow into a chair before easing down into it.

"Thanks, greenie." you chimed.

"Oh, he doesn't -"

"It's fine," Zoro stifled Ace, "you're welcome. I should get going."

"Nonsense, you should stay and eat at least, lad." Pops insisted.

Zoro nodded and took a seat by Sabo at the other end of the table.

"Smoker said you should stop by the station today if you plan to press charges." the younger blond informed you.

"Nah, it's fine." you shook your head.

"But he shoved you through a table." Ace piped with a mouth full of food.

"We were drunk, and I was gonna punch him anyway." you shrugged earning chuckles from your brothers.

"I'd expect this from these brats, but not you F/N." your father scolded, "You've always been more mature."

"But not too good to pass up a fight." Ace laughed.

"Or too old." Sabo snickered.

"You used to be the good one," you complained tossing a piece of your bread at him.

"Enough." Pops rumbled silencing the table, "Just try to stay out of trouble until you heal, and you boys better think twice before starting any trouble with Eustass over this. If F/N isn't bothered leave it be."

After lunch, you got the hang of shuffling around with minimal pain. Zoro finally was taking his leave to get ready for his night shift at the bar.

"Ah wait," you called after him plucking the ointment from the open first aid kit on the coffee table, "I know scars are attractive and all, but infections aren't."

His fingers brushed over yours as he took the tube from you, "Thanks. Try not to get in any fights."

"Right back at ya." you paused feeling a bit awkward as he looked down at you, "See ya 'round I guess?"

His right hand came up with the intent to brush your hair from your face, but he quickly talked himself out of it, just like he had with giving you his phone number. You had enough brothers and could take care of yourself so the excuse of "if you ever need anything" was out, and you kept referring to Ace, Sabo, and Luffy as babies, surely you would see him that way as well.

You held your breath waiting for him to say something. You'd already talked yourself out of giving out your number, especially now that he knew how old you were. You'd been in this situation before and while the poor guy was really into you, you also terrified him.

"Yeah, see ya." he huffed turning to head down the steps.

That's all he had? See ya?

Well, you hadn't given him much to work with.

He mentally kicked himself all the way to his truck.

When you reentered Ace was making growling cat noises while holding his hands up like claws.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" you crossed your arms.

"He's trying to say you're a cougar," Sabo explained.

"You're on my list now Freckles. Just wait 'til my back is better." you threatened inching toward him.

He backed up quickly bumping into Marco.

"I can hold him for ya, yoi."

"Ah why thank you my sweet twin."

"Hey ... Hey wait!" Ace cried as the blond grabbed his wrists and crossed his arms over own his chest.

As quickly as you could you stepped forward and began tickling the younger male.

_______________

Over the next few days, you received quite a bit of teasing from Ace and Sabo over your schoolgirl crush on Zoro. That's all it could be after all. You had convinced yourself there was no way he'd be into someone eleven years his senior. Luckily you only saw him a few times. You'd just find a way to push those silly feelings aside.

With your back still injured there wasn't much to do but sit around with your own thoughts which quite frankly you were over.

You sat on your bed leaning against the wall flipping the small embossed rectangle of cardstock, trying to get your guts to calm down. Unlocking your phone, you typed the number from the card into your contacts and bit your lip opening a text conversation.

Me: So about that chat...

Smooth F/N... real smooth.

Law: Hello F/N, I thought you'd never ask

[cyborg-franky]

Kinktober Day 3- Cockwarming

Marco x GN Reader N/SFW Cockwarming, praise, teasing, dirty talk. Word Count: 1,287

“Now, now little bird, you need to sit still yoi.” Marco hummed in your ear as his hand gripped your thigh, fingers digging in and leaving indents as he nuzzled his nose into your hair, taking a breath and enjoying your scent.

“I- I’m sorry.” You mumbled and gripped the edge of his desk a little tighter as he adjusted, his cock moving inside your tight walls and pulling a gasp from your lips.

“Such a good assistant.” He praised you as he rested his chin on your shoulder, peering down at the paperwork on his desk, his arms on either side of you, carrying on his duties like he wasn’t completely sheathed inside you.

It had been his idea, it always was, Marco had a wicked side that enjoyed teasing you, basking in your blushes, and delighting in your moans as you tried your best to bite your lip and keep them from spilling out. The commander was a fan of dragging things out, having you a mess by the time he was finished with you.

You hoped and preyed no one needed him or you tonight because he’d left the door unlocked, he liked the little element of being caught with his cock deep inside you. His prick twitched within your walls when he thought about how someone could come in any second and see what a mess he was making of you.

All pretty in his lap, the shameful look on your face as his cock pulsed inside of you.

“How long?” You couldn’t even form a full sentence as he shifted, bucking into you as he pretended it was to get comfortable, to get closer to his desk.

You cried out when he hit deep, his cock long and it filled you so perfectly like you were made for him. He chuckled, the bastard, he was feeling so smug at how easy it was to get you to cry out for him. He kissed your neck as he adjusted again and it sent your mind reeling once more.

“Marco!” You protested and that same laugh vibrated against your skin and you could feel the smirk.

“Just until you beg me little bird, yoi.” His voice was husky and sweet, so enticing to you.

You wondered if you could outlast him, let him be the one that begged for you. And so you decided that the phoenix needed a taste of his own medicine. Your feet didn’t reach the ground, you had no real leverage to make your point so you used the desk to pull yourself up, you heard the sharp intake of breath as you lifted up and sat back down.

He grunt in your ear and you felt victorious, you felt pleased with yourself in that brief moment but it was a short-lived victory as Marco simply tutted in response. And that was when the real fun began because he gripped your hips and started to move you, his strong arms making you feel weightless as he moved you up and down on his cock.

The constant snickers in your ear as your moans got louder, your eyes glued to the door, the handle especially as your nerves tingled with anxiety and excitement of the what if someone burst through that door.

“I wonder if anyone can hear you songbird? Hear how you moan and cry for me and check in..”

Why did that turn you on so much?

“Oh, you liked that?” He asked, amusement in his voice as he kissed your neck softly, starting to suck at your skin, wanting to place marks across your skin, and show the world you belonged to him.

He noticed, did he miss anything? You thought to yourself as you pitifully leaned into his touch, wanting more of the sharp kisses and feel of teeth on your skin.

“I’ll take that as a yes yoi.” 

You thought your torture at his teasing would never end, each movement dragging sounds from your parted lips as you slapped your palms on his desk, whimpering for him. Alright, so Marco was going to win, again but right now you didn’t care, you threw your dignity out the window when you started to grind down on his cock.

“I give up, please, Marco, please, fuck me over your desk, c-come on, please!” 

You didn't see his expression, how his face lit up, the lazy smile turning into a smirk as there was a glimmer in his eyes, the words he’d wanted to hear since this little game had begun. He kissed your ear, starting to nibble the shell, breath husky.

“Is that any way to address me, really, Little bird?” He held you in place, refusing you anything.

“C-commander, please.” Your voice sounded like a whine as you struggled to control yourself.

Marco chuckled before he adjusted, pushing you over the desk, paperwork skittering across the floor, paper fluttering to the ground as he grabbed your hips, your feet finding the floor as you looked over your shoulder, seeing the frankly feral look on his face.

“As you wish yoi.” 

And then he truly gave you what your heart and your hole wanted. How he fucked you over his desk, the sound of the legs grating on the floor, the loud cries of the wood as you let your head droop, moans spilling from you as Marco fucked you relentlessly over his desk, paperwork be damned.

You were all he could focus on at that moment and he was going to get you done at the very least. You felt your eyes close as you scrambled for purchase, your hands slipping across the desk as he speed up his movements.

Marco was good at making you come undone in the most wonderful way, making you delirious and so focused on where your bodies met, where he fucked into you and filled you completely. His hands bruising your hips as he gave you long, firm thrusts.

“Fuck!” You cried, feeling yourself getting closer with each slap of skin that echoed in the office, with every scuff across the floor.

The desk must have moved a good couple of inches with just how he was fucking you, you were going to bruise, and that delighted you. The marks would decorate your hips and bloom across your neck you would wear them with such pride.

Moaning louder, breathing ragged as you tried to push against him, meeting every thrust with new desperation, wanting to be pushed over your edge. He knew what you needed, he knew you wanted just a little extra and as he pounded you he leaned over you, his teeth finding your shoulder, and you felt him bite down.

“Ah!” You whined out, that was the final straw.

Shaking your hips you for him, his name in your shaky voice filling the room as you came for the phoenix, hitting the desk in a state of ecstasy you felt his chuckle against the new bite mark that he’d blessed you with. 

“Oh you liked that didn’t you, Chick?” he asked as he started to speed up, now he knew you’d finished he could chase his own climax.

You flopped forward on his desk, blissed out as he finished inside you, stuffing you full of cum. The heat of the moment dissipated as your body thrummed with pleasure. Hearing him whisper I love you as he pulled out and gently kissed down your back before he helped you up.

“Maybe we should get you a nice shower yoi.” He said with a hum and gently stroked down your sides, instantly in aftercare mode.

That was when the door handle rattled and both of you stared at the door…

[igglemouse]

Episode 3 ~ Brushstrokes

Allie goes off to explore more of the place, drink in hand of course.

That left me some time to sit down and talk with mama. She wanted to ask me about the fizzing business and other lighter subjects but since dad wasn't around one subject hung heavy in my mind.

"You know Marcos stopped by," I throw out there, wondering how she would react.

"Oh?"

Is all she says unfortunately. Marcos is a sore subject to be sure. Mama loves him but she loves my dad as well and she's constantly in the middle of whatever silly macho thing is going on between them. It's not something she likes to talk about. She doesn't want to seem like she's picking sides but I'd argue she already has.

"Yeah, he heard about the party and just wanted to check in on me. See how things are doing."

"That is nice, he's always been very sweet. Heart has always been in the right place," she says, almost talking about him as if he doesn't exist anymore?

"When is the last time you two have-"

"Cat, lets not go there, yes? He's not here for a reason, you know, didn't want to make things awkward," at least she knows him well because that's exactly the reason he's not here. "So, if he's absent let him be absent."

"Yes but-"

"It'll all work out, it always does."

I sure hope so, he's blood, he's family, and he should not be outcast from his family, at least not for such a stupid reason.

Index - Next

[violettawriting]

Chapter One

Francesca's POV

Friday night. Another college party. The 4th semester started three weeks ago and I already feel like I've been to enough parties for a lifetime. Me and the girls stop in front of the fraternity hosting the party, observing the decoration - which consists basically of a huge banner that reads "Happy 21st Birthday, Leon!!!" with questionable calligraphy and ink stains here and there.

"Ugh, men... why can't they make a simple banner right? Nothing in this decoration is appealing to the eyes." - Cami mumbles by my side and gets a laugh from Vilu.

"Cami, don't be mean. The boys did their best..."

I watch the place while my best friends discuss the manual skills of our male friends. Some people come in and out of the place, the music is muffled from outside and some flashes of colored lights escape through the windows. In the midst of the groups of people circulating around the facade of the house, I see Marco. He sees me too and smiles.

"Hey, I saw that." Camila nudges my arm. 'I was already wondering where our dear Marco Tavelli was. I haven't seen him in ages."

"Tonight promises to be interesting, huh, Fran?" Violetta laughs, teasing me. I roll my eyes and smile.

"Ha Ha. Girls, you know how my story with Marco is. Since he requested a transfer to London, we decided to take a break from... whatever it was that we had. I adore him, but it wasn't meant to be. Good thing he moved before we got into a serious relationship."

"Well, I like him. If you guys atarted dating, I'd approve 100%."

"I know, Vilu. You made that clear since the first time I bumped into him in the university corridors."

"Well, what can I say. I'm a romantic" she says, shrugging and then slotting her arms between mine and Cami's. "Now, let's go in. My boyfriend is waiting for me inside and I'm really in the mood for a drink."

***

The party has been going on for 3 hours now, and I'm slightly drunk. Not drunk like Cami, who is currently engaged in a dance battle - if you can call it that - with a group of Brazilian boys, but drunk enough to stumble twice on my way to the sofa in the corner of the room. Our whole group of friends is here tonight, as well as the rest of the entire university. After all, it's not every day that the motocross king and vocalist of the biggest band in Buenos Aires gives a birthday party. Funny how even in college, you can still feel like you're in high school sometimes.

I sit on the sofa, finally, and emit an involuntary sound as I feel my legs relax for the first time tonight. I close my eyes and lean my head against the wall, letting the music enter my ears and take over me. Although I'm not a fan of this song - or more specifically, of the person singing it - I start humming the lyrics of Destinada a Brillar quietly. After a few minutes, I finally open my eyes and instantly regret it.

I see the guy sitting on the other end of the sofa, all dressed in black leather and his hair messy, staring at me with a mocking expression.

"What?" I ask impatiently.

Diego doesn't answer, he just laughs and turns his gaze to the crowd. Ugh, this guy….

Vilu and him have kissed a few times at parties just like this one, when her relationship with León wasn't going well and they took a break. I never liked that jerk and definitely never understood what she saw in him. Camila says it's the magic of bad boys, that seduces you when you least expect and makes you want more and more. Anyway, I wasn't surprised at all when my best friend came to me telling that Diego had gone braging to León about the great time he had with her the night before. Vilu eventually forgave Diego, but I didn't. This guy is always looking for trouble and seems proud of being an idiot.

It's no secret to anyone that Diego Hernandez is involved in illegal stuff. He's a drug dealer and I've heard that he once stole some shit from a rich girl from the university. Normally, I don't have much contact with him. In fact, I don't even remember that he studies with us most of the time. But from time to time he reappears, getting into fights or... hanging out with Marco.

Yes, Diego and Marco are friends. Best friends. That will never stop sounding crazy to me, considering that Marco is the sweetest and most respectful boy I've ever met. When I first started hanging out with Marco - before he told me he was moving to the other side of the world and ended our "relatioship" - I tried to ignore my convictions about Diego and have a good relationship with him, for everyone's sake. But that's just impossible. Diego is everything I disapprove of.

"Hey, Di." a short girl with curly hair and dark red lips approaches and starts talking to him (read: flirting). "You disappeared. I missed you this week in class."

I roll my eyes and try to ignore the conversation happening next to me. I try to focus on watching my drunk friends doing embarrassing things in the middle of people and it actually works. Until a guy with an unhappy expression enters my field of vision and starts approaching with wide, firm steps.

"Dude, are you crazy?" the guy yells when he stops in front of Diego, who just looks boredly up at his face from under his long, thick lashes. "You're kissing my ex-girlfriend in front of me, knowing damn well we broke up four days ago?"

"Man, you're drunk. Just go back where you were, I'm not looking for trouble, okay?" he replies. The girl, now sitting on his lap, huffs and rolls her eyes at her ex-boyfriend.

"Do you think I'm joking, asshole?" The guy's fingers tighten around the beer bottle in his hand, and I see a vein in his forehead about to explode. "I'm not afraid of you, Hernandez. Don't doubt that I'm capable of beating your ass up."

At this point, people around are already paying attention to the discussion. The music is still too loud but it's possible to hear some cheers coming from drunk boys. I look back at Diego and he slowly takes the girl off his lap and stands up, facing the man.

"Dude, seriously. I don't want to fight, okay? I'm not doing anything, just enjoying the party. And you should too. If you want to fight, go fight alone. It's not my fault your girl chose to spend her nightsitting on my lap". He stares the guy with firm and challenging eyes.

And suddenly, the guy punches Diego in the face.

Before I could understand what was happening, a fight broke out and everyone around me started shouting. Some people backed away as punches were thrown, forming an circle around the two fighters. The girl with red lips - now smeared - screamed desperately. I was stuck between the wall behind me and the two men fighing in front of me, meaning i couldn't leave to a safer place. After what felt like an eternity, a few boys managed to hold the furious guy for a few moments. And then, before I realized what I was doing, I pulled Diego by the arm firmly, guiding him to the nearest bathroom door, pushing him inside and entering right after him, slamming the door shut. When I locked the door, I turned to face Diego.

"Are you fucking serious?" I shouted, irritated. "Can't you go to a party without ruining everyone's night? Is fighting the only thing you know? You -"

Suddenly, aggressive knocks on the door behind me made me jump, and the drunk guy's slurred voice spitting threats to Diego only made me more stressed out.

"OH MY GOD, JUST SHUT UP! GO AWAY, THE FIGHT IS OVER, DOUCHEBAG!" I shouted back.

After some time, the knocking stopped, and I heard what sounded like León's voice yelling. I spin around to face Diego, feeling my face hot with angry.

"Are you happy? This fight just ruined León's birthday. And now I'm stuck in this bathroom with you because aparently I'm the only one trying to prevent the death of two young men tonight. Why are you even here? For God's sake, I--" I interrupted my speech when I see blood dripping from Diego's fingers, where his hand was holding his head. "Holy sh...did he hit you with a bottle?" I asked in shock.

"That's what it seems" Diego says dryly.

I run to grab something to clean the blood. I hand the toilet paper to Diego and rummage through the cabinets for some first aid supplies.

"Fuck, this hurts," Diego cursed while trying to stop the bleeding with the paper.

Finally, I found a box of band-aids and other first-aid materials and turned to the boy leaning on the sink counter, staring at the injury through the mirror reflection, clearly not knowing what to do. I took a deep impatient breath.

"You know what? Here, let me do this." I guided Diego to the edge of the bathtub, and he sat down, becoming shorter than me and giving me a good view of the huge cut on his scalp. "This is going to hurt," I say, short and to the point. I take a clean cloth and wet it a little, then bring it close to the wound, and when I finally touched Diego, he flinched and made a noise of pain.  I clench my jaw and sigh, trying to contain my frustration.

"Fuck," he's tense, the word is said through gritted teeth. "Careful".

"I'm trying".

I go for it again, and this time, Diego doesn't flinch. After long minutes, I managed to clean the entire wound, including the blood that had dripped onto his ear, and improvised a terribly made bandage.

And then, for the first time, I looked down at his face, and Diego was staring at me attentively. I ignored it.

"Your eyebrow and lip are cut too," I stated.

"Really? Huh, that's funny. I hadn't noticed the bloody taste in my mouth and the pulsating pain above my eye," he said sarcastically.

"Ha." I said, annoyed. "For God's sake, what did I do to deserve this? I knew I should've stayed at home studying for my next exam," I kept rambling while Diego just stood still, letting me continue to clean up the mess on his face.

When I finally touched the gauze to his lip, it twitched, and Diego gasped weakly. I unintentionally raised my eyes to his, and something inside of me softened as soon as those big brown iris met mine. And before I could bring myself to apologize for a reason I didn't fully understand, he whispered a quick "sorry" and  swallowed dry, while still holding my gaze. I looked away.

When I finished my work, my annoyance had dissipated a little, and I was able to talk to him again without spitting curses and yelling.

"That's the best I can do," I step back, observing my work.

"Thanks," he says weakly, standing up slowly and walking toward the mirror. Upon seeing the messy bandage, Diego let out a low mocking laugh. He's laughing. "We already know you definitely can't be a nurse."

I stare at the man in front of me incredulously, my mouth open. "I'm sorry? You're seriously gonna make fun of me after I saved you from bleeding to death?" Diego chuckles again and raises his arms in a sign of surrender.

"Okay, yeah, sorry. You did an awesome job fixing my bleeding head and face, okay?."

As I was about to reply something, a new voice echoes from outside again. "Fran? Diego? Are you guys in there?" I recognize Violetta's voice. "León already kicked that boy out. You guys can come out now."

I look at Diego as I respond to my friend. "Hey, Vilu. Yeah, I'm coming." I pass right by him, towards the door and unlock it, but before i open it and finally leave that crazy situation, I turn to Diego one last time.

"Just to be clear, the fact that I didn't leave you bleeding in the middle of this party doesn't mean I like you or can stand you. And just because that lunatic started the fight doesn't change the fact that you also messed up. Next time, do everyone a favor and don't show your face around here, okay?"

And with that, I walk out of the bathroom, without looking back.

[karizard-ao3]

I want to share with you this idea I have had for literally a year that has always stumped me because I never find a stupid enough reason for teenaged Eren and Mikasa to break up.

The premise is: Armin’s week from hell.

Armin has a nightmare of man-eating humanoids before going to school on Monday and subsequently oversleeps, causing him to miss his bus and have to catch a ride to school with his father which makes him late. His back is also really itchy for some reason. When he gets to class and sits at his desk everybody is too busy whispering about something to notice him. Being the nosey person he is he asks his desk neighbour Mina for the tea only to be met by a shocked gasp “You don’t know?!”

“Eren and Mikasa have broken up!”

And then there’s a whole bunch of shenanigans from here where the friend group takes sides in the break up (if you’re wondering it’s Sasha, Connie, Jean on team Mikasa and Reiner, Bert, Marco on team Eren), Armin becomes a child of divorce and EM end up working out a custody agreement of who gets to hang out with him when, the song drivers license playing on repeat, a stress induced back rash that is rapidly spreading! And a budding romance between Armin and the loner outcast Annie.

But I can’t think of a stupid enough reason for them to break up! It is crucial the break up can only last a week, and it has to be some sort of miscommunication (because it adds more stress and rage to Armin and I like seeing him stressed). Please help me!!!

Also let me know if you want to know more because I just opened up my old note again about this and I forgot how silly it was 😂😂

I have just thing! Two incredibly stupid situations from my own life that I think could work for your idea.

Both are text messaging related and involve my ex, who can barely read (like Eren!) and doesn't know how to give anyone the benefit of the doubt (like Eren?).

Option 1. Eren misreads a text from Mikasa and, despite it seeming ooc for her to say something so petty/selfish, he does not reread the text. He simply reacts and says something mean to her about how he won't even be able to look at her for the next few days or whatever. When this happened to me with my ex, I was like, "Can you explain what I did for you to be acting like this?" and it was resolved almost immediately (god, the red flags, though), but you can have Mikasa also react and say, "Okay! Then don't look at me ever!" Sides are chosen based on who heard whose version of the story. Perhaps Armin could eventually ask Eren if he can read the text messages (or Eren shows him to prove what a bitch Mikasa was) and he realizes the typo and gets mad that Eren is such a dumbfuck.

Option 2. My ex gave me the silent treatment for days because we had been texting and one of my texts didn't go through. He didn't know it hadn't gone through, of course, but he was mad because he thought I'd ignored something he'd said to me? But he didn't tell me that's why he was mad. He just stopped talking to me, even when I went over to his gma's for Xmas. He just ignored me the whole time. (🚩🚩🚩) A few days later, I was over at his house (Why when he wasn't talking to me and I was now not talking to him???? He'd probably invited me and I'd gone because I'm dumb) and he was like, "Can we be done fighting?" And I was like, "I don't even know what we're fighting about. You started this." And he was like, "no, you did. You ignored me when I texted you [whatever. I can't remember. It was so low stakes]." And I was like, "No, I didn't. I said [something]." We compared inboxes. The reply text was in mine but not in his. All was forgiven. Like with the previous situation, sides can be picked among their friends based on whose version they heard first and it can be easily resolved if Eremika would just talk.

If those work for your idea, please feel free to use either one or combine them in any way you see fit. And, yes, this idea sounds hilarious. It's giving me Alexander and the terrible horrible very bad day vibes. Please share more.

[idealisticrealism]

TCL 2x02 recap

Guess who’s back with even more thoughts?? 2x02 time let’s gooo

Ugghhhh the location of this ‘prison’ is gonna haunt me I stg. These damn hills are so familiar to me and yet I cannot pinpoint where the bloody thing is. Looks like this will be on my list to hunt down next year ugh 

Okay all of these security checks seem excessive when there is literally going to be a glass barrier between them anyway?? Also last ep Nadia got to bring in her bag but it seems like Thony didn’t? C'mon show I need consistency here lol. Tbh I’m sad that they don’t get to use the visitation room from 1x10 anymore, bc lbr we all know how much I wanted them to be able to touch their feet together under the table bc they can't hold hands lol

Anyway the important thing is that my boy is back on his feet, which makes me want to know how long has passed since his attack? Like a week? Seems like an appropriate amount of time to recover from multiple stab wounds and to be back in GenPop… tbh it can’t really be longer than a week given the state of his facial swelling. Also I’m gonna assume that he and Thony haven’t spoken since the call last ep, but he’s probably been able to speak to Nadia, and she has passed on updates to both sides?? So Thony knows about the attack, and he knows about Marco, even if neither of them have details?

But oh man the utter dismay on Thony’s face when she sees him, this is what I live forrrr. Did he know that his visitor was her? Or did he assume it was Nadia, and that’s why he looked like he was steeling himself to deal with her drama (lbr, she’s highly-strung lol) when he walked in?? But ugh instead he seems to slump a little and gives a sigh when he sits down across from her; he looks so tired and I love that he doesn’t have to hide that in front of her the way he would for Nadia 

“Look what they did to you”-- omg. This is literally the closest to wearing her heart on her sleeve that Thony has ever gotten and I'm dying?? The emotion in it?? The very not-platonic intensity??? Ngl I also love that her first words are such an inane statement, like she is literally so overwhelmed rn that she can barely even do words. (especially since the words that were probably screaming in her head from the moment she saw him were some very intense ones in Khmer, and I would have died to have heard her speak those aloud lol) 

But wait wtf excuse me how dare the scene cut there??? That better not be all we get or I will riot???

Also ugh Garrett. I don’t caaaare about you. Although it is handy that our baes are still able to go ahead and bribe the judge lol. Wait, Russo is leaving to go to Miami? I wonder if this is a plot thing or a ‘the actor wants out’ thing?? I will actually miss her ugh

Oh thank god we’re back at the prison. (words that people other than me probably never say lol). And okay I love that she literally came to visit Arman the moment he was out of the infirmary, even before Nadia it seems?? And ugh he asks about Luca (again, I’m assuming he already knew about Marco through Nadia, and lbr I’m probably going to do a fill-in fic for the rest of the conversation at some point lol) but anyway oh lord “how are you holding up?” and THEN “I feel like I’ve failed everyone” followed by DIRECT EYE CONTACT and ugghhhhh he knows she’s not just talking about Marco and Luca anymore and god he looks like he wants to hug her so badly (that little head tilt as he leans in?? help??) and he immediately makes it clear that he doesn’t blame her and she shouldn’t blame herself either ughhh. Also I love the choice the writers made here by having him be so soft when reassuring Thony and then only getting sharp/frustrated when talking about Nadia hahaha

“Be careful in here”/“That’s not how you survive”-- Wow, what a great character study in only a handful of words?? Also this feels like it’s going to be one of the themes this season, like the S2 version of “not the right way or the wrong way, but any way you can”. But oh man poor Thony is going to be extra worried about him now… as she watched him walk away, was she suddenly afraid that this might be the last time she'd ever see him alive??

Garrett has a very impressive habit of showing up where he’s not wanted. (Although to be fair, he’s not wanted anywhere, so…). Ngl though it does look kinda bad for her to be visiting Arman at this point in time given that she’s meant to be the grieving widow. Also “I know you had nothing to do with your husband’s death” sure sounds a lot like “I suspect that you had something to do with your husband’s death” lol. But he actually genuinely does seem to want to help her still, which he chooses to do by not shutting up about her staying away from Arman. Good luck with that one, buddy. God I love how pissed she looks when he brushes off Arman’s attack as ‘bad guys taking each other out’ omg. Honestly how was I ever afraid that this show would try to pull a Garrett/Thony/Arman love triangle, she literally cannot stand him like 90% of the time and it’s glorious hahahahaaaaaaa

“I’m here because Arman saved Luca’s life, and he deserves to know that he’s safe”. omg. Thony. That is… that is so incredibly weak?? like at least come up with a better explanation?? She literally basically went with “oh yeah my boss helped get surgery for my son like a two and a half weeks ago so now I am visiting him in prison to tell him that my son is now safe and sound after being abducted by his now-dead father, which was an event that by all accounts he should have had no idea about in the first place.” WHY WOULD THIS CONCERN YOUR TOTALLY PLATONIC ‘BOSS’, THONY? Like god you are doing an amazing job of announcing to Garrett that yours and Arman’s relationship is far more than just professional (though lbr, they all already know this lol.)

Oh hi again, ABQ airport!  I remember you well haha. Also omg Fi’s dad is so little? And her mum is beautiful, wow– though she really doesn’t look much older than Fi herself haha. This is going to irk me a tiny bit but I guess I can roll with the idea she had kids very young?? And damn Thony really is persona non grata with these guys huh? So much for “my mother always loved you more than me” like Fi said in early S1… 

Oh wow it feels weird to get subtitles for the Tagalog?? I’m so used to the show making us just figure it out ourselves. But I guess they were a bit more necessary to follow the plot this time. Also the cheerfulness/excitement of the greeting at home feels a bit weird considering they’re there because of a death in the family, but I guess it is a pretty special reunion/first meeting all the same? Man bereavement is weird.

Okay I am going to need to go back and look at kitchen scenes from S1 bc I stg there wasn’t a door there before. And who has a front door that opens directly into the kitchen anyway?? But I do like the look of this Detective Flores, she seems badass (and that accent is hot), even if her presence is immediately stressful lol. I'll ignore the fact that there's no way it would have taken a detective this long to come and question Thony about Marco though, it's been like a week!! Anyway I love that after the extremely uncomfortable response to her questioning/accidentally starting a family fight she’s like ‘ok yeah I’mma go’ and Thony is immediately like ‘oh god thank you’ lolll 

Okay potentially unpopular opinion here, but I just can’t see Nadia and Robert as being a thing?? I mean I could believe that they were previously together (he’s handsome and rich, and Nadia is very attracted to power, after all), but they don’t have the chemistry of two people who were once in love. He has more the vibe of someone who is looking at something he once possessed and wants to add back to his collection, not someone who actually genuinely cared about her. And tbh I think Naveen is amazing but I just don’t think he was the right casting for this role at all. But idk who knows, maybe he’ll change my mind.  I guess I was just hoping for someone amazing who would really sweep Nadia off her feet and out of the way of Armony lol

I enjoy this guy’s comment about Arman ‘taking the crown’-- feels like a nod to 1x10 (“The Crown” lol). Also lbr I would want to have Arman on my prison crew too lol. But oh shit he’s really gonna go after Hayak??

I don’t even have kids and I’m annoyed on Thony’s behalf at Lolo trying to parent her child for her lol. Shut your face, buddy, you can’t exactly give parenting advice when your son turned out to be an asshole and your daughter moved to another country to be away from you. Also, telling her she spoils Luca? Pot calling the kettle black much??

“Everything I did, I did for my son” man those words are starting to sound almost worn out now, like she’s repeated them so many times by this point– but lbr we all know that that’s not the whole truth Thony. But awww at Fi defending her, I love these sisters-by-choice <3

“You made my son feel like he was not enough” excuse me that sounds like a Marco problem, not a Thony problem??? God why don’t people just go to goddamn therapy and stop blaming everyone else for their own shit?? Also HELL NO you are not taking Luca back to the philippines lol, I legit dare you to try get him away from Thony the Mama Bear without losing a limb lol

Huh Thony’s bed is gone?? Did they move it while the guests are there or has she been sleeping in with Luca now that he doesn’t need the infection control anymore??

Oooh I found this location (where Chris sits on the curb after riding his bike) too! Literally recognised the building from a distance while driving on the interstate haha. Though it's a shame I didn't realise that it was the curb itself that was the important part lol. I also love that there are literally crew in the background of the shot while he was riding the bike lol, I haven’t seen the show have an ‘error’ like that before

Super cool shot with the train going past in the background! Still pissed I can’t figure out where the prison is haha. Also goddamn Arman is badass, casually sitting there bleeding through his shirt while staring Hayak down. We stan a sexy ruthless king lol

Aw, looks like Thony got her buddha necklace back from Garrett in the end! I kind of also love that she’s wearing it too bc I’m certain that Marco and his parents are catholic lol. What a power move/symbol that she follows her own path rather than theirs. Also it’s interesting to learn that Marco was a few years older than Fi– he was such a brat that I assumed he was the younger brother until she referred to him by ‘Kuya” (a term for an older brother/relative) in the last ep...

Nadia’s voice sounds deeper and older on this phone call?? Maybe alll this stress with Arman has aged her lol.  I really do feel for her… but not enough to not be cheering for Armony haha

Damn Thony really is desperate to keep Arman safe if she is risking missing her own husband’s funeral to help get him out?? That’s what you call endgaaaaame lol

I cannot stress enough how much I do not care about Garrett and Maya lol  *mentally fast forwards through scene*

Robert: *brusquely gestures at Thony with a pool cue*  Me: oh I think I hate him? Robert: *makes Thony strip off right in front of him, and even makes her let him help undress her*  Me: oh I definitely 100% hate him IMMEDIATELY AND FOREVER. Honestly, what an absolute bastard. Nadia is way too good for him, how could she ever even consider being with him again?? I’m so incredibly pissed about this moment for many reasons, mostly from the act of emotional violence that it is, and oh man I hope Arman finds out about it and tears Robert apart with his bare hands for disrespecting Thony like that…

Ngl though, I kind of do love that she clearly only went through with it bc it was for Arman. Our girl really is ride or die for him ugh. Also, “No one pays attention to the cleaning lady”-- except Arman did, from the moment he saw you. Ugghh help me. And ugh Robert talking about making her clean stressed me out so much. I hate this creep SO MUCH. 

“You remind me of [Marco]”-- not the compliment you think it is, Lola. Poor Chris is having a Bad Time lol

Feeling super annoyed that this incredibly unrealistic prison infirmary setup is preventing me from enjoying shirtless Arman undisturbed lol (because holy hell, Thony needs to burn all of this man’s shirts so we get treated to this view all the time haha). But yeah, as someone who has worked (admittedly, only briefly) in a prison infirmary in the past, this setup is legit ridiculous lol. But then again, it is the US, so maybe that's just how things are done over there haha

“No one can pin me down” / “Unfortunately, neither could your wife” okay dude I don’t want Russo to leave, the only good part of Garrett’s scenes are when she (or Thony) is absolutely dragging him lol

Nadia speaks French?? That’s hot. (As is everything she does, lbr.)

Wait, is Garrett at the funeral bc he suspects Thony has something to do with the money? Or with Marco’s death? Or did he come intending to pay his respects but then got a weird vibe? Like dude why do you keep showing up everywhere, I’m sick of your face

That’s one very expensive orchid.

Okay I cannot believe that this show not only gave us shirtless Arman being patched up (ps dear prison doctor, I will trade places with you any time), but it also gave us an entire shirtless fight scene in the showers??? The TCL writers are benevolent gods and I am their most grateful subject lol. Ngl I may have paused this scene quite a bit… for, uh, science. Also bless you wonderful gifmakers for already taking care of this lol. Tbh I'm slightly upset about the fact that this ep gave us the gloriousness that is both Thony and Arman half-naked, and yet it was in totally separate (and somewhat unfortunate) scenes lol. A goddamn tragedy tbh. And ok ngl I now have a sudden desperate need for Thony to see Arman shirtless.... c'mon writers you know you wanna do it

Anyway, respect to Hayak for actually taking on Arman himself, though we all know he wouldn’t have dared if Arman wasn’t already significantly wounded lol. He knows he’s outmatched otherwise. Also daaamn, the knot on this freaking towel is the strongest thing in the universe apparently?? lol. Another tragedy haha. And okay I know I’m going on and on about this, but literally HOW was he so unsupervised in the infirmary that he could possibly get hold of something like that??  (What is it supposed to be, anyway?? Bc I know what medications are likely to be stored in a cupboard like that and I know what medications could conceivably kill that fast and there is not a whole lot of crossover there lol) 

But anyway yeah the whole syringe thing is ridiculous but I will roll with it lol. Just as i will ignore the even more ridiculous “I always loved you more than my own son” hahahaha. (Tbh there’s been a little bit of cliched dialogue in this ep but I will overlook it out of love).  But damn, “It won’t be long now. Your heart will seize and it’ll be done” actually does sound pretty badass?? Moral of the story, DO NOT FUCK WITH ARMAN MORALES lol 

(although ok I gotta question how he’s not going to get caught for this murder? Any death in custody gets an automatic autopsy, and they’ll find the injection site, and surely there’s cameras around the infirmary that show he was just there earlier, soooo? But nvm it’s fiction so *shrug*)

Man the dynamic between Chris and Luca is going to be so fascinating now. And imagine like an 18 year old Luca finding out that his cousin-brother killed his father? Tho lbr by that point Arman will be the only father he remembers :P

 I like Fi’s mum and I love that Fi finally got to hear that she’s proud of her, but tbh I still can’t excuse the terrible parenting for Fi’s whole life. “We thought that you were stronger” BRO SHE WAS A CHILD??? Good lord.  

The dad though??? Like I know all too well the impact that grief and loss can have, but damn the entitlement of him wanting to basically steal Luca to use him as a do-over of Marco? Gross. And acting like Luca’s connection to him through Marco gives him more of a right to have Luca than Luca’s own mother???? C’mon now. So glad Thony called him out on it and put her foot down, even if the issue didn’t actually get clearly resolved….   

Okay EXCUSE ME WHAT. Are the writers kidding me with this imagery of Arman leaving his prison and walking free out into the light, overlaid with Thony reciting a sacrament so fitting that it could have been written solely for him???? I feel like I fucking ascended to a higher plane during this scene, bc jesus christ I have been to some of the most famous places of worship in the world and yet none of them felt as holy as my couch did while I experienced this moment. Not only did it have that sense of connected-even-at-a-distance that the ‘Someone To Watch Over Me’ scene in 1x07 evoked, but it took it even further, because even though this scene very clearly involved them engaging with their respective spouses (indirectly in Thony’s case of course), it was undeniably an Armony scene, and I’m sorry but I am going to be an utter mess about this forever?? And the fact that the writers chose to have Nadia remove his sunglasses– symbolically removing a ‘mask’ and letting him see the light– rather than showing the two of them kissing (even though I’m sure they probably did kiss, only moments later, though I’m grateful we didn’t have to see it lol) was legit incredible and have I mentioned I’m in love with this entire writers’ room or??????

Ugh okay that's all for now, but I guess I'll see you all next week for more of this show sending me literally insane. Help.

[marco-newgate]

Marco X CisFem Reader

3

Ace almost always entered your room without permission.

Drawing your name out into a long irritating whine he threw himself on top of you. Your eyes snapped open in annoyance while you flailed under the comforter and your idiot best friend.

"God damnit Ace if it's earlier than 10AM I'm fucking kicking your ass." You grumbled.

"It's 9:32 yoi." Marco's voice called muffled by the door.

"Get uuuuup." Ace whimpered completely ignoring your threat and going limp so it'd be harder to fight his dead weight.

"Why are you awake right now? It's Saturday." You twisted yourself around to your back spreading your arms out.

Quickly you wrapped your arms (with the blanket) around the freckled idiot flipping him onto the mattress sitting on his chest victorious.

"What the hell F/N?!" He wiggled beneath you.

"You were warned. Now you must face - "

"N-no don't! I'm sorry!" He shouted.

"- the tickle monster!" You finished digging your fingers into his ribs and arm pits through the blanket.

"I- ah- h-hate yah-you!" He giggled and kicked eventually finding the strength to push you over.

"We're too old for you to just come in here whenever you want. I need privacy sometimes ya know?" You flopped down next to him taking your blanket back.

"Gross." He muttered, "I just wanted you to come out with us. You've been moping around for almost a month."

"So, let me mope. I just had my whole future turned upside down." You pulled the blankets over your face.

It had been three weeks since you beat Sanji up and you'd had zero contact. He still hadn't returned any of the belongings you had left at his apartment, some of which you really wanted but there was no way you were going back there anytime soon. Facing people was annoying; people who knew what happened gave you pitiful glances and clichéd advice while those who didn't know asked how he was sending your heart into a depressing spiral.

Now you were living out of boxes in the room you'd grown up in. Barely sleeping and having your obnoxious best friend invade your space without permission... just like high school. But you loved it here. It was home. And though you'd never admit to them you loved living with these loud idiots.

There was a light tap on the door.

"Hey F/N...you should probably come out front." Sabo said softly.

Ace had quickly passed out next to you.

So much for waking me up ass.

"Will no one in this house let me sleep?" You groaned.

"Uh.. Well Sanji is here." He added. 

A gut clenching wave of nausea rolled over you as you sat up.

"Ace wake up dumbass." You swatted at his freckled cheeks.

"Wha - when did-"

"Shut up... Sanji is here." You choked on his name.

Ace shot to his feet while you rushed to make yourself look presentable. Dabbing concealer under your dark puffy eyes, you couldn't let him see how sleep deprived you were. Somehow it felt like he'd win if he saw what a mess he made you.

After braiding your hair and changing clothes you made your way to the front of the house. Ace taking confident purposeful strides at your side as you reached the screen door that lead to the porch. Marco and Thatch had already stationed themselves on the deck arms crossed and stone faced. Sabo stood nearby not quite as protective as the others. Ace pushed through the screen his balmy hand engulfing your wrist.

Your stomach fell again catching sight of the blue sedan. Marco glanced down at you offering a crooked smile.

" Seems he's too scared to get out yoi."

"I wonder why." You breathed palming his elbow.

The car's engine cut off drawing your attention back as Sanji stepped out cigarette hanging from his lips. That was a sight you hadn't witnessed since you'd become official. You didn't even have to nag him about it. He gave up smoking almost immediately. It was a rough couple of months and he substituted with constantly gnawing on a toothpick but you gladly accepted the trade.

Before you could will yourself to go down the porch steps Luffy came barreling out the door throwing himself over the rail that framed the deck.

"Saaaannnnjjjjiiiiiii!" He launched himself onto the blond causing the two eldest brothers to facepalm.

Seriously Luffy? He's the enemy.

You couldn't really stay mad at the youngest, though watching him cling to Sanji made you cringe. He is one of his best friends and Luffy is capable of existing passed the limbo of your differences and loving both of you.

"Oi Luffy - you disrespectful little -"

"It's fine." You hushed Thatch.

You took a deep breath before descending the small stair case.

"Finally bringing my things?" You asked breaking up the reunion.

Luffy stepped back grinning, "I'll help you carry your stuff F/N."

"Thanks honey, but I think I got it." You managed to smile at the raven.

"Uh yeah... Hey." Sanji muttered rubbing his neck, "I wasn't really looking forward to facing a firing squad."

"Yeah well you brought that on yourself." You shrugged, "Let's get this over with."

"Sure." He sighed opening the back door and pulling out a medium sized box.

You took it placing it on the hood of the car to rummage through and make sure he got everything. Some scarves, your favorite hoodie, flat iron, DVDs and books. Tucked into the very bottom corner were a pair of red lacy panties. Not only were they not your style they weren't even your size.

"These aren't mine." You stuffed them into the breast pocket of his pinstriped vest earning a chuckle from Ace, "There's a box in my room marked for this guy can someone get it for me?"

Without a word Marco dipped back into the house returning with a moving box labeled "Liar". He approached slowly, expression unreadable as he just dropped the box at Sanji's feet and turned to you.

"We've got to leave soon and you need to eat." He smiled picking up your box and heading back toward his brothers.

You stood awkwardly for a few moments trying to keep calm.

"Well if that's it." You turned away from the chef.

He caught your wrist, Marco and Ace bristled.

"I just really want to apologize. You didn't deserve that." He said softly smashing the cigarette with his boot.

"Well, I'm not much for forgiving right now so you'll just have to feel guilty for a bit longer if at all." You jerked out of his grasp, "You should go...these guys are pretty over it."

He sighed and slid back into the front seat as you climbed the steps trying to keep the tears at bay. Why did you still have to cry over this guy? You just wanted to be over it already. Ace held his arms out only to have them filled with your box of junk. Marco wrapped his arm around your shoulders and lead you back into the house. Ace shot Thatch an inquisitive look only to have the eldest shake his head and follow you inside.

"You really need to eat yoi. You're wasting away." Marco sat you down at the table with a plate of eggs and bacon.

"When did you worry so much over me?" You rubbed the mist from your eyes.

"Just eat."

"Can I promise to do it later?" You whined.

He slouched down in the chair beside you and leaned over just inches away from your face unamused.

"Ugh. Fine." You nibbled at the food suddenly feeling nervous under his lazy gaze, "Where are you guys going today anyway?"

"The beach!" Luffy cheered.

"Not really beach weather. Taking pops fishing?" You guessed.

"No he's over at Linlin's place on the lake this week." Thatch replied, "We just thought it'd be a good day trip, Luffy has been begging to go for a while."

You watched the youngest bounce around with bacon hanging from his lips.

"I think I'm gonna take a raincheck."

Ace let out a deflated sigh, "We want you to have some fun though."

"I know, and thank you, but I'm no fun right now. I don't even wanna hang out with me." You let out a dark chuckle.

"She can stay home if she wants." Marco defended making you shift beside him, "I'll just stay here with her. Koala is going so there's plenty of people to make sure the babies don't drown."

He was referring to Ace and Luffy who had never learned to swim but were drawn to water. It never made sense to you. You'd even offered to teach them – both just sank like rocks.

"You're one to talk." Ace scoffed.

"Yeah hypocrite pineapple." You chuckled, "You just wanted me there to lifeguard."

"Shut up yoi." He nudged you, "Don't fucking call me that."

You offered your best pouty face.

"Well whoever is coming get your shit together." Thatch called, "I'm leaving in 10 minutes with or without you."

After everyone left you sat on the sofa wrapped in your blanket channel surfing before landing on a movie you'd seen a few times. As you let yourself get lost in your thoughts Marco plopped down next to you.

"Are ya gonna stick to me all day?" You yawned.

"There's nothing else to do." He chuckled.

"Then make yourself useful." You nestled into his shoulder closing your eyes.

Marco crossed his arms settling into the sofa. A few moments later you were snoring lightly against him. You really hadn't gotten sleep it took almost no time for you to be completely unresponsive. Shifting a little he pulled you into his chest so that both of you were more comfortable.

"Sweet dreams." He murmured giving your scalp a soft kiss before drifting off himself.

A/N : Happy Birthday Pineapple! <3