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cyborg-franky · 2 months
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Playing with their hair.
SFW GN Reader Chars include: Killer, Marco, Ace, Corazon/Rosinante
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Killer
Moments like this with Killer were some of your favorites. Just laying together in his hammock, his strong arms around you. He wore his sleep mask and just rested with you while you read a book. It was nice, a calm that you longed for more of. 
Being a pirate, especially a Kidd pirate, didn’t often afford you moments like this. You sighed and turned the page as you felt him shift to get comfortable. You felt something tickle you, a strand of his long cascading hair.
You couldn't help yourself, playing with it, wrapping it around your finger, and watching how it shone in the light. He had lovely hair, so long and full and it made you jealous. You started to gather up his hair and run your fingers through it. 
He made a noise and you blinked, looking up at him. The sleep mask was pushed up on his forehead so he could watch you. “Sorry, is that annoying?” you asked about to withdraw.
“No,I like it,” he said with a thoughtful hum. He turned his head and let you run fingers through the entire length. It took you a moment to run fingers from the top of his head all the way down to the end of his hair.
“Good, I like playing with it.” You said with a smile.
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Marco
He’s working, reading over the papers scattered in front of him, he’s hunched over his desk. Marco worked late into the night and as much as you admired him and knew he didn’t need to get as much sleep as everyone else, you still worried about him.
Getting up from the chair you were sitting in, nursing a cup of tea he’d made you a while ago you furrowed your brows, it had gone cold, you’d neglected it too long. You stretched and walked over to the sink, tipping it out. “Want another tea Marco?” you called and he didn’t answer..
So lost in his own little world until he finally noticed you, looking over his shoulder as you walked over. You stood behind him and started to play with his tuft of hair, pulling it up into a pineapple do before letting it flop back on his head.
You could tell he’d closed his eyes now, leaning into your touch, enjoying the feeling of you running gentle fingers over his scalp, lightly brushing his hair back each time, letting out a happy little hmmm before you kissed the side of his head.
“Another tea?” you repeated.
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Ace
Sitting on your shared bed, muscles aching after a long day of work you needed to feel the pillows on your back as you sank into them. You watched as Ace stumbled into the room. Limbs heavy from his duties, his day was even longer, the curse of being a commander you guessed.
He dragged his feet, his boots clomping on the floor before he kicked them off. You could see the bags under his eyes, the tired look on his face, you glanced at the clock. Well, it was close to when Ace would consider retiring for the night.
You watched as Ace managed to remove his belt, the buckle making a clank as it hit the floor. Tossing his hat on the desk, missing with a grumble as he collapsed onto the bed with you, his head on your lap as he sighed into your thighs and mumbled something,
Chuckling at his half-asleep mutter of I love you you started to run your fingers through his wavy hair, enjoying how they ran through, careful of any knots that had formed during the day. You heard him make a happy sound, his body going limp against you, and his breathing slowed down.
You watched him adjust, turning his head to one side and letting you brush the hair off his freckled cheeks, behind his ear. Your loving touches started to send Ace to sleep. You smiled when you heard his soft snores.
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Rosinante/Corazon
He’d just come out of the shower, training had been hard work, and he’d had to stay behind longer after because he had knocked over a bunch of equipment. You sniffed the air when the door opened, letting out the smell of his shampoo. 
You watched as he sat on the edge of the bed, a towel around his shoulders which seemed tense, you knew he felt bad when he had caused an inconvenience due to his clumsy nature. You crawled over to him, kneeling behind him and grabbing the towel. 
He made a confused noise before you started to dry his hair, firm but gentle. His shoulders relaxed as he leaned into what you were doing. You smiled when he closed his eyes and let out a happy sigh, just basking in the attention.
Once you’d towel-dried his hair you leaned in, taking a big whiff of his hair and making a happy noise. “I love it when you’ve just washed your hair, it always smells amazing.” You commented and heard the low rumble of his chuckle.
“I never change it because of that,” Rosinante replied, feeling fingers run through his damp hair, enjoying how you played with it.
He always felt happy and relaxed when with you.
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library-of-ohara · 2 years
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Hello!! Could I request some headcanons or whatever you want, where the reader is talking to one of the crew members or a friend about her crush and has a corny code name for him like ‘cutie pie’ and said cutie pie overhears and tries to figure out who the readers crush is and can’t figure it out so the reader keeps giving him clues but he doesn’t get it until it’s super obvious. Hope that makes sense. And thank you!!!
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Request by @cyborg-franky [Made for a GN reader]
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Ace
Ace first hears you talking about your crush when he’s rounding the corner, and see’s you talking to Marco who looks amused at the conversation topic.
“Just my little, Matchstick.” You sigh dreamily, having had a crush on Ace for what seemed like months.
He squinted as he stuffed his mouth at the dinner table when you talked to Izou this time about ‘Matchstick’ and what he’d apparently done that was so ‘wonderful’ and it was pissing him off.
Ace had no idea it was your nickname for him, everyone else knew and just watched as Ace stumbled around in jealous obliviousness.
Seemed you had to step up your game, whenever you knew he was in earshot you would test nicknames, more pointed than the last.
It wasn’t until ‘Flaming freckles’ did it click with him.
Others had been this close to grabbing Ace and shaking him, screaming in his face that you had a crush on him.
You both ended up skirting around one another for about a week before Pops burst the bubble and was basically like ‘now kish’
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Marco
At first you try a subtle name because you aren’t sure you want Marco to know about your all-consuming crush just yet and Marco is very astute.
You swear with each smirk on his lips and raise eyebrow whenever he is near you that he just knows.
You wanna play it cool at first. Only talking about him vaguely. Calling him ‘Pina Colada’ when mentioning him in conversation.
He hears you and Jozu walking past his office window, hearing you gush about how ‘cute’ this Pina Colada was and for a good week he has no idea.
This gives you time to decide you want the good doctor to know you want to give his face kisses and hold his hand.
You and Ace are sitting outside his window one day and Ace hands you a slice of pineapple from his stack of fruit he’d acquired from the kitchen.
“I love pineapple, reminds me of my cute bluebird.” You hum happily and Ace just grimaces “Oh gross, shut up.” He huffed, nudging you.
“Oh, is that so?” you both look up at the window, seeing Marco peering down over the edge, amusement on his face, half-lidded eyes focused on you.  “Maybe the ‘bluebird’ like you too, yoi.”
“Oh, gross.” Ace repeats and stuffs an apple in his mouth wishing he wasn’t there.
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Thatch
Every time you mention him in passing with others it’s always some bread-related pun or name which makes everyone side-eye you. You used all the puns you can, mentioned his ‘bread rolls’ and get Marco to snort coffee up and out his nose.
Thatch has no idea but can’t help feeling jealous at all the attention this person is getting from you.
It’s a little annoying and he feels his eyebrow twitch when you mention ‘My lovely baguette man’ and he’s very close to shaking Marco and Ace down for information, or rather lay at their feet and whine till either one of them gives in.
You thought he would have gotten it by now with how obvious and frankly obnoxious you are about the whole thing.
Marco and Ace just want the dance to be over.
One day you step into the kitchen with Ace, talking about this and that before you decide to make a very clear point “I really like his smile, his wonderful warm smile that’s as soft as the bread he’s baking.”
Ace drops his plate on the floor, a face that looks aghast at your bombshell subtly as Thatch whirls around, the biggest grin on his face.
“An’ I like yours darlin’!”
“Oh, thank fuuuck.” Ace groans as he collects the food off the floor.
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usopp-writes · 2 years
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Gasp. Well done on 150 xx I probably missed the line but Marco for your fic giveaway? Marco and a reader thats his assistant and they fall in love? Thank you <3
Franky. Thank you so much. You didn't miss the line, in fact, you managed to snap the last open spot for this. I love writing Marco, he's so fun to write and he's also one of my many husbandos, so ofc I would always want to write him. I love this trope, but it's my first time really writing this. Thansk for giving me the opportunity to do so.
Enjoy <3
Marco x GN reader SFW Word count: 1,501
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You’d some knowledge of medical herbs and plants when you joined the Whitebeard pirates, which led you to be part of the first division – the medical division. You weren’t sure what to expect – it was your real first encounter with pirates – but it was definitely not this. The division was large; all with just the tiny little medical knowledge had been divided into this division, except from a few. Well, actually this crew was large, even bigger than the small town you came from. You’d felt like life was boring, your heart yearning to see the world and gain more knowledge and then you suddenly found yourself on the Moby Dick; where you not only got a new family, but also the chance to live out your dream. It made your heart race in excitement.
Waiting for the first division commander, you looked around in the infirmary. It was clean and neat, just as you had thought it was and very organized. At least the medicine and tools were perfectly lined up, ready to grab. You could tell what most of the tools and medicine were for and you were pleased to see that whoever ran this infirmary were making sure to be restocked and ready to handle any situation within a heartbeat. You liked this a lot, even though you weren’t a doctor or nurse. However, it gave you a sense of security and safety to know that the infirmary was well prepared for the unknown and the sorts of wounds that would occur on a daily basis.
“So you’re my new assistant, yoi.”
You turned around with a smile and almost dropped it. Was this your commander? He was good looking, but in an odd way. You were sure no one else could rock the hair style or his outfit, though it somehow worked for him. He looked tired, though there was a smile dancing at the corner of his lips and you did see some spark in his eyes. Maybe he just looked so drowsy all the time?
“I guess so.” You tried to act cool and unbothered by the fact that he too had checked you out. It was just normal to take in the appearance of someone you just met, right? At least that was what you always did and none had really told you to stop doing so.
“Well, let’s see how much you know. Ready for a quiz, yoi?” Marco strolled over to the desk and took out some papers. You were slightly surprised about this, but nodded and followed him, sitting across the table. Up close he was even more handsome, the spark in his eyes shining more and you could tell they were blue – like the ocean. You had heard that his epithet was the phoenix and you wondered if it was due to a Devil’s Fruit.
A smirk formed on his lips, as he placed a pen and some papers in front of you. “I just want to know how much you know. This is the easiest way, yoi.” With that he sat back, waiting for you to finish the quiz or rather test. You didn’t mind, he was right. If he knew what you knew, he could better decide how to put your skills at use.
The silence was only disturbed by your scribbling on the paper, some questions too complicated, others to easy. You didn’t see how Marco watched you, reading your answers when he could and letting out a small hum now and then.
“Done.” You said after some time, handing him the papers. He didn’t look at them at first, just looking at you for a few seconds.
“Did you find it easy, yoi?”
You shrugged. “Some of the questions, yes, but others were easy enough. Most of them, however, were mediocre.”
He nodded. “Looked so. You also finished rather quickly. Well, welcome in the first division. I’m Marco and you’ll be my personal assistant from this day on. Try your best to follow me, but never risk your own health in doing so, yoi.”
You blinked at last sentence, but guessed you would soon enough see what he meant. Smiling, you formally introduced yourself, telling him you looked forward to this next adventure in your life. The warm and bright smile he gave you made your whole decision to join the crew worth it. You felt welcome.
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It didn’t take you long to get into a routine with Marco. While you didn’t follow his sleep schedule – seriously when did he sleep? – you found a good rhythm together. He was not as strict or stoic as you first thought, he was actually laid-back and a teaser. The way he playfully teased his family – including you – and how he would just point a the first aid kit and tell anyone with a minor cut or wound to take care of themselves, made you laugh. He did take his job seriously when needed, but minor wounds he couldn’t be bothered with and neither could you. It happened way too often, so you quickly expected people to handle it themselves, as you had more important or interesting things to do.
You quickly grew fond of Marco and slowly the two of you got close, you told him who taught you about medical herbs and plants, while he told you stories about the crew and himself, though never anything about his time before joining the crew and you wondered if he could even remember. From others, you’d heard he’d been here since a child, though no one told you at what age he came onto the Moby Dick and frankly, you didn’t care. It didn’t matter; you liked Marco as he was. Kind, helpful and protective.
It happened so slowly that when you realized it, it came as lightning from a clear sky. You were working with Marco – as always – the evening was slightly turning to night. As always, you gazed from the clock and to him, enjoying how the dim light caressed his feature. It made your heart race a little faster and you felt as if you could drown in the beauty that was Marco. When the thought occurred, you froze for a moment. Suddenly you realized just how beautiful he was; realized that you noticed he always tilted his head a little, when musing over something and the way he always smiled at you, whenever you had said something funny or smart. It was then you realized that you was not just fond of Marco, you were in love with him.
“Is something wrong, yoi?” Marco looked at you, slight worries lying in his eyes.
You mentally shook your head, looking down, as to try and hide the blush that was creeping onto your cheeks. “It’s nothing. I was just lost in my thoughts.” You muttered, overwhelmed with the fact that you were in love with your commander, who also were your mentor and friend.
He hummed thoughtfully, you knew that hum too well. He didn’t quite believe you, but wouldn’t pursue the matter further right now. It would give you some time to come up with a plan to hide those feelings from him and hopefully they would pass. You didn’t think he would feel the same about you or that it would even work out. Not because he was a commander, it was only a title; he wasn’t more worth than you in the eyes of your captain and himself. Marco had told you over and over again that you were just as much worth as he was. He was just helping out your captain, as being in charge of 1,600 people was not easy.
“Would you join me for dinner tomorrow, yoi?”
You jolted your head up, surprised by the sudden question. “Dinner?”
He smirked, rose and sat at the edge of your desk. “Yes. Thought I should do something about it and according to Thatch, dinner is perfect for a first date, yoi.”
Blinking confused, you stared at him. Dinner? Date? Was he seriously asking you out on a date? Why? And why this way?
“Guess I was wrong, yoi.” Marco sounded a little hurt and disappointed. It snapped you out of your thoughts and you grabbed his hand before he moved away from you.
“I would love to. Having dinner with you, I mean.”
He smiled brightly at you; the warmth it gave made you feel so loved. Placing two fingers under your chin, he leaned down, though your lips didn’t meet.
“I am looking forward to our date, blossom. Just you and I, yoi.”
“So do I.” You liked the pet name he picked for you. It fit you very well, as you’d bloomed a lot over the months being here and it also fit you, due to your interest in herbs and plants. You couldn’t believe that he’d picked a pet name for you or that he was having feelings for you too. Today was your lucky day it seemed.
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bbyjackie · 6 months
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𝐒𝐎𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐒 𝐀𝐒 𝐀𝐂𝐄'𝐒 𝐆𝐅 — ♡
one piece social media + dating pt.2 feat: ace
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_ynln: mad he lost a handstand contest to some kid 🥱🥱
tagged: ace
ace: tell me how i got rated a 6/10 and that rat of a human got 9/10 🫤
↳ marco_o: you definitely got bullied as a kid with that attitude (liked by chef.thatch, _ynln, yamatoto)
↳ _ynln: MARCO JWVFIJBVFQO 😭😭
↳ ace: just letting you guys know, i wasn't bullied. i was the bully 💪💪
↳ izou.u: that does NOT make it any better
↳ saaaa_bo: why are you proud of that, all you did was bully luffy
↳ ace: now i'm not saying i stand with bullying but.. ☝️
↳ yamatoto: BUT WHAT???
p1rateking_luffy: Hehe Ace remember when we used to have handstand contests and Makino was the judge! 😁
↳ _ynln: omg that sounds adorable
↳ ace: yeah and you would fall on your head
↳ ace: makes sense why you're so stupid
↳ p1rateking_luffy: what does that mean
↳ ace: see what i'm saying
↳ saaaa_bo: you're literally the last person that can say anything
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_ynln: girls don’t want no scrubs!
[music: No Scrubs - TLC ♫]
tagged: lovenami, nicorobin
nicorobin: had so much fun with you 💗
↳ _ynln: I MISS U ALREADY
ace: YOU ARE SO BEAUTIFUL I CAN'T STOP LOOKING AT THESE PHOTOS 😍😍❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥💝💞💕❣️❣️
ace: I AM NOT A SCRUB GIVE ME A CHANCE!
↳ _ynln: stop i have a boyfriend
↳ ace: screw him, i'll fight your boyfriend
↳ _ynln: he'll mess u up
↳ ace: HE PROBABLY STINKS
↳ _ynln: yeah he does LMFAOO (liked by saaaa_bo, marco_o)
↳ ace: 😐😐
ace: PLEASE ONE CHANCE PLEASE 😩😩
↳ _ynln: YOURE SO ANNOYING 😭😭
lovenami: WHEN CAN WE HANG OUT AGAIN
↳ lovenami: I MISS MY HUSTLE PARTNER ALREADY
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_ynln: i want to be that dog so bad
tagged: ace
marco_o: holy shit i've never been jealous of a dog
↳ ace: dw u can kiss me anytime 😘
↳ marco_o: bruh no i meant i want to sock you in the face
sh444nks: HAHAHA this is so good
↳ _ynln: omg i made it in life, redhair shanks commented on my post????!
↳ iampops: Yn I comment too
izou.u: first photo made my day, thanks yn
↳ yamatoto: real!!1!
p1rateking_luffy: AHAHHAHAH THIS IS SO FUNNY HAHAHHA
saaaa_bo: this photo is free therapy
ace: WOW THIS COMMENT SECTION MADE ME REALISE ALL MY FRIENDS ARE FAKES
↳ yamatoto: so glad ur self aware!!
↳ _ynln: love u i swear!
↳ ace: u r full of shit
↳ _ynln:❣️
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ace: my pookie dookie 💩 💗
tagged: _ynln
_ynln: words can't explain how much i hate that caption
↳ ace: my sweet white mocha frappuccino with two pumps vanilla, chocolate drizzle and one scoop of java chips
↳ _ynln: omg wow i was so close to pressing the block button
_ynln: rare photo of ace w a shirt on ‼️
saaaa_bo: @_ynln blink twice if u need help
iampops: W photo 💪
↳ ace: POPS WHAT
↳ marco_o: WHO TAUGHT YOU THAT
↳ iampops: Big slay ☝️☝️
↳ iampops: Yn no cap 🚫
↳ izou.u: someone literally needs to come get their grandpa 😭
↳ _ynln: pops using colloquial language needs to be protected in a museum (liked by ace)
p1rateking_luffy: Yummy food 😋😋
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darklcy · 11 months
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𝐀𝐥𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜 : 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐 | 𝐅𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲
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𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐲 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 : armin arlert x reader, slight! marco x reader 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 : 2.4k words 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: slow burn, takes place in season 1, bad language, mentions of shooting, physical fighting, reader has a bit of a struggle being social. 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: training begins, and new friendships blossom. 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 | 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭
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Is this right?
You stiffly observed the straps that laid criss-crossed over your body, checking the rear view of your shoulders and legs. A frown circled your lips at the discomfort. The uniform was not light, nor did it feel like you could properly move beyond walking. The maneuver balance assessment was already a failure.
A whine from the other mirror grabs your attention. Mikasa pulled, pulled, and pulled on Sasha’s harness and pinned the buckles together, tight and seamless. Christa dutifully checked over her handiwork on Ymir’s uniform as well as her own. Even Annie Leonhart herself, as stoic and isolated she’d been the entire first day, was swept up in conversation with Mina in the corner. Though Mina requested assistance from the blonde, she didn’t offer much outside of a glare.
You bit down a grin. Mina was fun to observe, how her mannerisms bubbled out and the laughter she was able to create. It was comical to see her charm try to work its way inside Annie, who was probably better off left alone. 
But when breakfast came along, it surprised you when Mina joined the opposite side of your table. 
“Mind if I sit here?”
She caught you mid bite. You shook your head with cheeks stuffed in bread.
“Okay, good. You looked like you needed some company.”
You swallowed.
…Suppose you did. You weren’t really looking forward to another lonely meal. Minus Marco’s introduction, the dinner table was empty. 
“Good morning, [Y/N]!”
A familiar greeting that scarily matched the person you were just thinking of. 
The freckled boy beamed while passing by your table, joining Jean and his own clique further down the room. Your gaze lingered on his back. Mina noticed and chirped up. 
“Do you know Marco, [Y/N]?”
You shrugged. “He sat with me last night.”
She sneered, corners of her lips sharp and pointy.
“Uh huh..”
The weird smile made a laugh bubble in your stomach, making you cup a palm over your mouth. Her expression immediately faltered.
“What?”
“...Don’t look at me like that.”
The muffled, breaded sentence only intensified your giggling, with Mina joining in on the other side. It was so dumb and childish, but maybe that’s what was so funny in the first place.
 The simplicity of it all, compared to what lay ahead.
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“IS THAT WHAT YOU CALL RUNNING, ARLERT? BECAUSE ALL I SEE IS A PATHETIC MAGGOT ABOUT TO BE EATEN AND BECOME SHIT! YOU BETTER GET A MOVE ON, ASSHOLE!”
“LENS, BETTER GET THOSE LEGS MOVING, GIRL! UNLESS YOU WANT TO BE STOMPED TO DEATH, I SUGGEST YOU START RUNNING LIKE YOU FUCKING MEAN IT!”
“FOR SOMEONE WHO WANTS TO JOIN THE MILITARY POLICE, YOU ARE NOT SHOWING A LOT OF PROMISE, KIRSCHSTEIN! FUCKING MOVE IT!” 
This is hell. 
“ARE YOU TOO BUSY TWIDDLING YOUR THUMBS TO FUCKING RUN, [L/N]?! GET YOUR HEAD OUT OF YOUR ASS AND PICK UP THE PACE!”
Absolute hell. 
Shadis shadowed like a hawk on horseback, hollering at anyone who lacked speed or allowed their exhaustion to take over…which is exactly the position you found yourself at.
Leading the pack up ahead neck-and-neck was Mikasa Ackerman and Reiner Braun, who both had not been shouted at once. In fact, the two carried themselves with blissful grace, like this excursion was just a regular outing. Not too far behind them was Eren Jaeger, Bertholdt Hoover, Annie Leonhart, and even Marco, who clenched his teeth and pushed his body more in order to keep up. 
A curse from Jean beside you told of his state, his own battles to outrun the surrounding cadets not looking bright. 
“ARLERT, SERIOUSLY? HAUL SOME ASS!”
You spared a sly peek at the blonde. 
His face was flushed to a vibrant red, with his breath wafting out in puffs and wheezes. A sizable gap formed between him and the herd. Any second now and he might stumble over his feet.
…You turned back to the front. You’d feel sorry for him if it weren’t for your own legs wanting to falter and break. It almost seemed like the backpack was growing heavier and heavier with each passing second. The way rankings were going, you were performing very average, and that fueled your frustrations even more.
No matter how much you pleaded with your legs to carry you faster, they refused to listen, leaving you smack dab in the middle. You wished to be up front, surpassing Mikasa and Reiner and earn the respect of your stone headed instructor, but your wishes went unheard. 
Jean’s back entered your peripheral as he remarkably jogged past you. Damn it! The finish line was just a couple more meters, if you could just push a little more…
“HALT!”
A chorus of sighs resounded as the hoard stopped, eagerly swooping in breaths of air to calm the fire in their lungs. Hunched over onto your knees, a bead of sweat dropping onto the forest floor, you felt your nose scrunch up.
It’s fucking hell.
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Hand-to-hand combat followed right after.
Basic rules and guidelines on safety and protocol had already been shared, but a male instructor briefly went over them again once everyone lined up. He cleared his throat after speaking.
“I will now pair you up: Sasha Braus and Mina Karolina.”
You watched as the two greeted each other and jogged away to an open space.
“Mikasa Ackerman and Jean Kirschtein.”
The boy flushed pink as Mikasa walked over to lead him away.
“Hannah Diament and Franz Kefka.”
Like lovesick swans, the trainees giggled bashfully once they heard their names, practically skipping away.
“Eren Jaeger and [Y/N] [L/N].”
The brunette turned over his shoulder to meet your eyes. You haven’t spoken to him much, though you were fully aware of his affectionate alias ‘suicidal bastard of the 104th.’ First week of training and this nickname had stuck like hard glue. 
“So, [Y/N], you remember how this goes?”
He’d already begun stretching his arms out by the time you found a spot.
“I do.”
Neck tilting from side to side, your joints popped and cracked, releasing any tension. You moved to your shoulders and knuckles.
“This will be interesting then. I haven’t had the chance to see you fight. I did hear about you winning against Connie the other day, you know.”
He cracked a grin. You lightly scoffed.
“I don’t really consider that a victory…he was just too busy messing around.”
Eren arched a brow.
“Oh? Then, if you win against me, will you consider this a victory?”
His fists rose to his face, bracing himself for impact. Extending your right foot back, your legs bent in a semi lounge with clenched knuckles to your chest.
“...Depends on how it goes.”
You crouched when Eren leaped forward with a fist aimed directly at your cheekbone, instead brazing the top of your skull. Before he could gather himself you stood up to slam your head against his chin, throwing his face backwards. His feet toppled off balance allowing you to hit him in the center of his ribcage. He coughed and heaved, pausing for a couple moments to beat his breath.
You gritted your teeth in pain. Ow ow owww. 
This was exactly the reason you disliked the combat drills..!
The end result was always the same, both parties scuffed up and bruised. Ironically enough, fighting was something you found to be kind of good at. Stamina was still an issue, marksmanship wasn’t a favorite. On the contrary, the 3D maneuver gear topped the rest. It was a popular opinion amongst the cadets, but it was a practice that didn’t feel like training. Flying with the breeze, feeling the wind on your skin as you let go…
WHAM
A heavy fist whacked the side of your head, knocking you to the ground.
…You’d so much rather be doing that than to be sparring with Eren Jaeger right now. 
“Hey! You’re not daydreaming on me, are you?”
You weakly glared at the leather boots planted in front of you. 
“...No.”
Eren sighed.
“Shadis will lose his shit on you if you don’t get up.”
“Ok, I’m up.”
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A miniscule aching started bothering the right side of your face once it was time for marksmanship drills. The upside though was that this marked the halfway point of training for the day. And fortunately for you, Marco, who had been outshining everyone in this practice, stood right next to you, cheerfully readying his firearm.
…Somehow the image of his expression while holding a deadly weapon did not stir you the right way. 
Eyeing the cutout of the human figure in front of you, you pulled back the trigger and raised the weapon up, closing one eye to aim.
BANG
A bullet cut the wood seamlessly in the left shoulder. You lowered the firearm. Staring at the residue, you began to readjust your grip, and readied yourself to shoot once more.
“Hey, [Y/N]? Hold on a second.”
Marco’s voice halted your actions. You turned over to glance at him when he trotted over to you.
“..Is something wrong?”
He didn’t say anything as he examined your stance. He silently circled around your body, making his way to your frontside. He then hummed.
“You’re holding it wrong.”
…Huh?
“Pardon?”
He chuckled. 
“Lemme see your aim.”
Slowly readying the rifle, your cheek leaned in while closing an eye. When you caught Marco’s lingering stare, you warmed.
“Now what?”
You felt his hand move your right elbow upwards and rearranged your finger on the trigger, making sure it was firm rather than the soft grip you originally held. 
“There. Your elbow had to be more leveled with your shoulders, and you had a weak hold. Try it now.”
He stepped away from your weapon, giving you space to shoot, and with a squeeze…
BANG
…A clean shot right in the forehead.
Your mouth hung open.
“That actually worked.”
Looking over to Marco, he grinned at the bewildered expression in your eyes. He didn’t move to adjust you any further, instead finding his way back to his own post. You watched as he walked away.
Marco had done nothing but surprise you since your first conversation with him, and yet he continued to do so. The skin between your brows cinched. 
“Why are you so nice to me?”
The boy paused. Flitting his dark eyes to meet your seeking ones, he cocked his brows.
“That’s kind of a hard question to answer, [Y/N].”
A sheepish smile had you tilting your head.
“There’s no real reason. We’re friends, and friends treat each other nicely, right?”
Your eye contact trailed off to the side. 
“...But even when you first talked to me, you were nice. You didn’t know who I was.”
Marco hummed. 
“I figured with joining the military I could take another leap of faith and talk to new people on the first day. I mean, how could I ever serve the King if I didn’t know how to introduce myself?”
He laughed while facing his cutout target, gun preparing itself in his grasp.
“And…I don’t know, I saw you sitting by yourself, and you looked anxious. I thought talking to you could help you feel more at ease. Did I…read that situation wrong?”
His voice sounded worried, making you slightly panic. He almost appeared guilty from where you stood. 
“Of course not…! I thought it was nice. I’m glad you did.”
Peering at you over the rifle, you could spot his warm eyes and signature smile. You found yourself smiling back the same way. 
“That’s good to hear.”
BANG
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By the time curfew knocked on the dormitories, your body weighed down on itself like a pile of lead, refusing to budge. The muscles beneath your blood throbbed, and the harness had carved lines of bruises all over your frame. You found home in the comfort of your pillow, eyelids permanently shut and not finding any desire to reopen them ever again.
“Hey, [Y/N, look what I have.”
Sasha practically moaned from beside you. It took every will power in you to simply turn your head in her direction.
“I saved a piece of bread from dinner! I swiped it off Mikasa’s plate. She didn’t even notice!”
Sasha’s lips drooled as she devoured the loaf, crumbs flying all over her face and mattress. Your slow blinks had your eyelids shut again, not really caring about the mess she was making. 
“Sasha, what are you eating?”
Mikasa’s piercing voice startled both you and your bunkmate. You heard her gulp.
“Oh, y’know…jush a schnack.”
She pitifully spoke with the bread still in her mouth. You uneasily reopened your eyes to peek up at the girl who stood behind the ladder. Her tense aura leaked out in shadows that filtered over you and Sasha’s bunk, killing any space of warmth.
“I remember specifically having a piece of bread with my dinner. Do you know what happened to it?”
It was hard to tell if Mikasa was genuinely upset with Sasha or if she was just messing around.
“I..uh, ya know. I-”
Sasha fumbled over her words in a frenzy. This wasn’t the first time a confrontation over her food thievery crimes had happened. Her hunger didn’t keep her from Annie and Mikasa, the two scariest cadets in the whole regiment, but actions have consequences. Perhaps this was her learning lesson. 
“I ate it.”
Sasha made a noise of shock at your words. Mikasa appeared surprised as well, eyes darting over to your tired body.
“I’m sorry. I apologize for Sasha too because she originally thought of the idea, but I took it.”
Mikasa stared at you before closing her eyes with a sigh.
“Make sure to eat your own food next time.”
Turning over her heel, the girl sauntered off back to her own bunk, the shadows leaving with her. Sasha’s hands trapping yours yanked you towards her.
“[Y/N]..! You saved me! But why? You knew it was me.”
You shrugged, a timid smile on your face.
“Just felt like it. You should probably stop stealing Mikasa’s bread, though. She actually seemed a little sad.”
Releasing you, Sasha settled back down on her bed and wiped her crumb-covered face.
“I know, but I can’t help it! It’s just too good.”
You chuckled, turning over to rest on your back. 
“Well after that, I’m pooped. I’m going to sleep. G’night.”
Sasha tossed over to lay on her arm, spine facing you. The cabin was soon laid to rest as well as the candle blew out, signaling the curfew in effect. 
Staring at her back for a brief moment, a pang of fondness hurt your chest, making you nestle deeper into the pillow, feeling its arms wrap around you. 
“Goodnight.”
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onepiece-of-yandere · 2 years
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Yandere Prompts
Taken from @/ drxwsyni
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Hello! I miss writing yandere and I found this list. I will be doing each prompt ONCE so please send me TWO character to choose from as well as TWO prompts. Please remember your please and thank yous!
Example: 'Hey Franky, can I have Ace or Marco for prompt 3 or 8 please!'
Also pleas state if you'd rather SFW only [as some might inspire me to N/SFW]
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1. “You look so beautiful like this…covered in all of my marks.”
2. “C’mon, what are you gonna do with that? I know you don’t have it in you to hurt me.”
3. “You should know by now that I don’t take disobedience lightly.” Crocodile
4. “You know how dangerous it is out there. You’re so much safer with me.”
5. “You’ve been so good for me. Don’t ruin it like this.”
6. “I just want to keep you safe. Is that such a bad thing?”
7. “You’re weak. You need me.”
8. “Well would you look at that. She/they can listen.” Doffy
9. “Don’t even fucking look at the door. I am trying to have some faith in you after all.”
10. “Do I need to remind you what happened last time you acted out? Because I will if you keep pushing me.” Marco
11. “Sweetheart…what are you doing?” Roger/Rayleigh
12. “I’m sorry, I know it hurts.”
13. “I didn’t quite hear that, care to repeat yourself?”
14. “You wouldn’t be here if you weren’t so goddamn reckless.”
15. “Aw, are you gonna cry? Go ahead, it’s not gonna change anything.”
16. “I know how fucked up this is. It’s just―there’s no other way I can keep you safe.” Corazon
17. “You look so cute―scared and shaking under my touch.”
18. “Damn, you’re a lot faster than I thought.”
19. “This is what would happen if I didn’t take care of you.”
20. “See, it isn’t so bad. Just relax, okay?”
21. “Isn’t this better―you not fighting me for once?”
22. “I love you, and I know you love me too. Even if you refuse to admit it.” Ace
23. “It’s okay, I know you’re just not used to being cared for so much.” Corazon
24. “If I don’t mark you then how else will everyone know to stay away?” Kid
25. “You know I don’t like doing this but you’re being too feisty.”
26. “You didn’t answer my calls or texts, what else was I supposed to do?”
27. “Shh, don’t cry. You’re safe with me.”
28. “What, you thought you were just gonna get away with that?” Roger/Rayleigh
29. “I should’ve done this sooner. It’s what you deserve for being such a fucking brat.” Law
30. “Don’t you dare fucking try it. You know you can’t outrun me.”
31. “Please don’t leave. I promise I’ll fix this just―don’t leave me here alone.” Usopp or Sanji
32. “So fucking good for me. So perfect…and all mine.”
33. “Hold still, I don’t wanna cut you.” Law
34. “It’s okay, just go to sleep baby.”
35. “See―you look pretty.”
36. “You went out yesterday. Stay here, I’m still tired.”
37. “I-I didn’t mean to hurt you, I was just scared! You were going to leave me!” Ace
38. “I’ll make you feel so good you won’t even be able to think about anyone else.”
39. “You can deny it all you want, but your body is telling a different story.” 40. “I’ll admit, that was a good hit. But now you��re gonna pay.” Marco
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sohnric · 5 months
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paris – l. juyeon
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pairing: lee juyeon x fem! reader
genre: exchange student! juyeon in paris (ft. his erasmus friends). friends to ???, angst, fluff. actually, the genre is longing. halloween party au but the halloween part plays like,, 0 part in the fic, basically. idk the paris pics did something to me he is so european coded. paris by the 1975 without the drugs in a fic, essentially
warnings: cheating from yn's side, swearing, alcohol, smoking. the reader is canonically french im sorry 💀
word count: 6k
There’s quite a few reasons why Juyeon never told his friends from home about you- the girl he met on his student exchange trip. Some were the cause of Juyeon’s insecurities in himself, some the cause of your relationship status, all the cause of his unrequited love and the way you broke his heart, making Juyeon’s whole memory of Paris a bit hazy and bittersweet and the leave, paradoxically, that much harder. But still– and maybe you’re the reason for it– oh, how he’d love to go to Paris again.
a/n: do NOT cancel me for being a casual matty healy enjoyer i am a 2014 tumblr girlie at heart
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“And where are my gifts? Where are the souvenirs?” Hyunjae calls after the boy that’s still kind of jet lagged from the flight (even though it’s been 3 days since his landing and he slept the whole day after his brother picked him up from the airport), the latter looking at him with tired eyes. 
“That’s all you want from me after not seeing me for 6 months?”
“Yes. Where’s my baguette?” Hyunjae glares, making the younger boy whine at the request.
“I didn’t know you wanted a hard rock baguette from me. If I had known, I would’ve taken one with me and smashed it against your head the moment I arrived here.”
“Well, if it’s authentic,” Hyunjae shrugs, laughing. “I’m just joking… I know we’ve been calling and texting like, every other day, but let me ask again. How was it?”
Juyeon finally smiles at his friend’s question. This is what one expects after coming home from studying abroad for 10 months– not a souvenir request. And trust me, Juyeon did bring gifts, out of the warmth of his own heart, but after being asked for them, he kind of doesn’t want to play Santa anymore. Kind of like when you decide to wash the dishes, but your mum tells you to do it at the same time of your decision– the motivation fades away the mere second you’re requested to do the thing.
“Well, it was good,” he shrugs, “it was… something,” Juyeon says– because how does one fit 10 months of their life into a few sentences without stammering– and before he gets a chance to say anything, Hyunjae catches him off guard with another inquiry.
“Is it true, by the way? Are European girls really prettier?” he grins, wiggling his eyebrows at the boy as if to suggest something– but all it does is make Juyeon shrug, acting not really bothered with the question. 
“Dunno,” he hums, “I think it’s equal to here.”
“So you’re telling me you went 10 months without getting laid in France?” Hyunjae gasps, making Juyeon furrow his brows in utter disbelief.
“When did I say that? Or anything that would even suggest that?” 
Now, this was a trap. Juyeon is too gullible. See, Juyeon was pretty transparent with everything during his calls with Hyunjae back when he was in Paris. He told his friends back home all about the European food, the rock-hard french baguettes, the weird looks and annoyed sighs he got when speaking English to the clarks in the shops, the cold showers in his accommodation and the pretty park in front of his university building. They also know all about his friends from Paris– the international students he met in his course like Shotaro from Japan, Bence from Hungary and Marco from Italy– but when the question of girls came around, specifically in the romantic light of things, Juyeon went awfully quiet. You can’t blame Hyunjae for getting into suspicions.
“So you did?” Hyunjae gasps, grasping at the straws.
Juyeon sighs, reaching for his bag. His awfully big hand slips inside of the black backpack, fingers touching various things before he brings out a bunch of gifts: a keychain with the Eiffel tower, some magnets, postcards, a fashionable beret he found in one of the souvenir stores but never saw anyone actually wear in the whole 10 months in the streets of Paris, some perfume and high quality chocolate. Hyunjae’s eyes go wide, making satisfaction swim through Juyeon’s veins at the sight– he managed to deflect the attack.
Sometimes, having materialistic friends is a plus.
As he watches Hyunjae touch all the things on the table, fingers trailing over metal and the shiny wrapping of the dark chocolate with an acknowledging nod, Juyeon takes out another thing out of his bag– his digital camera that he brought along for the ride. He sent his friends a lot of pictures when he was in Paris, and he also posted quite a few on Instagram for everyone to see, but the camera held more memories and more moments than anyone’s ever seen before– it’s a source of treasure for himself as well, but he figures it wouldn’t hurt to share a glimpse with his best friend.
“Wanna see? I took tons of pictures, but you can look through only the interesting ones, if you want to,” Juyeon hums, offering the camera to the male, the display already shining at him from the gallery, small icons of all pictures on the SD card in a 3x3 row on the small thing. 
A few pictures of the town are on preview right now, but if you scroll through the gallery, moments of his friend Marco’s birthday party that his friends threw for him, or the snapshots of his friend’s faces come into sight– Juyeon’s sure Hyunjae’s eager to see how all of the people he’s been talking to him about look like.
Hyunjae nods, taking the camera from him and squinting at the little icons. His fingers move along the touch screen and scroll through the gallery, eyes zooming on the interesting ones and grinning as he shows them to Juyeon, awaiting the backstory of a certain image. 
Everything goes well, until Hyunjae gets to the latest pictures on the SD card– well, apart from the ones Juyeon took from the window on his flight home. And Juyeon really doesn’t know what he was thinking, but hey– sometimes he doesn’t think things through as much as he should– and that’s why when a particular photo comes into his best friend’s sight, turning the camera towards Juyeon with a shiteating grin on his face, the question ‘Who’s that?’ makes the poor boy a bit shaken.
His tall figure, standing alongside someone shorter– you, in your vampire costume, fake blood running down the side of your mouth, a hand thrown over his shoulders and your side pressed into his a bit too close as he stares down onto you with an obviously star-struck face, suit covering his body in a poor attempt at Joker’s costume– the moment stares back at him like a haunted memory.
He clears his throat. “That’s… that’s just Y/N.”
Hyunjae hums, having a staring contest with the picture on the screen. The date on the bottom reads 31/10/23, the last day of Juyeon’s stay before he had to go home. “How come I’ve never heard about Y/N?”
“There wasn’t much to say, I guess,” Juyeon shrugs, taking a sip from the bottle of beer on the table.
“Sure…” Hyunjae doubtingly nods, scrunching up his nose in disbelief.
“I’m serious. She’s just a friend I met there,” Juyeon offers, licking his lips in nerves. 
And it’s the truth– you were just a friend and there really wasn’t much to say about you two– so why does Juyeon’s heart hurt a bit as he recognizes the events of the night as if it happened yesterday? Why does he feel nostalgic, maybe a little bitter about the way you two left off? 
Hyunjae doesn’t know, but there’s quite a few reasons why he never heard about you in the first place. Some were the cause of Juyeon’s insecurities in himself, some the cause of your relationship status, all the cause of his unrequited love and the way you broke his heart, making the whole memory of Paris a bit hazy and bittersweet and the leave, paradoxically, that much harder. 
But still– and maybe you’re the reason for it–
oh, how he’d love to go to Paris again.
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31/10/2023
The buzzing of the room makes Juyeon’s already thumping head ache in its crevices, the smell of alcohol in the breath of everyone talking to him only making his stomach twist and turn with acid. He’s had his fair amount of drinks himself, but there is a very faint line between the amount that’s just enough to keep him going through the night and the amount that makes him puke and have a two-week hangover, and with the flight home he has to take tomorrow afternoon, he doesn’t think drinking more would be a good idea.
“Don’t break it!” Juyeon tiredly hurries out as he sees his friend Marco handle his camera, the device almost falling out of the foreign friend’s hands. 
“I won’t! Hold on, let me just–” the Italian mutters, the coating of vodka shots and the cheap red wine (made to look like blood to keep things festive) making his words slur together as he speaks. 
Juyeon reaches towards his drunk friend (while also questioning how he’s going to take a plane back to Italy tomorrow in a very hungover state) and tries to pray the prized possession out of his hands, but comes to a fail as the tall man waves him off with a theatral arm wave, shoving the poor boy towards the white wall and putting the camera up against his own face. “I’ll take your picture! So you can– you only take pictures of us, Juyo,” he rambles on, “I’ll take your picture so you can show it at home to your friends!” Marco grins, having Juyeon aimlessly sigh and stretch out his lips into a fake smile, waiting for his friend to take the picture so he can get his camera back to safety.
“Me too! Me too!” he suddenly hears from somewhere to his right, and before he has the chance to decipher the owner of the female voice, a weight on his shoulder tells him you just jumped at his side– almost topping him over and into the spooky decorations to his right– as you giggle into his ear. “Have it?”
“Aaaalmost!” Marco stretches out as he squints at the camera– and in the spare few seconds before the shutter goes off, Juyeon allows himself to stare down at your figure glued to his side. You’re wearing a dark lipstick on your smile, a drip of fake blood rolling down the side of your mouth. There’s a corset top enveloping your middle and a flowy black skirt only pulling the whole look together even with the absence of fangs– and while you don’t suck out his blood, Lee Juyeon can physically feel how you sucked out all oxygen out of his lungs in your sexy vampire costume. 
He’s seen you around tonight, but he never got the courage to walk up to you. Something about this being his last night in Paris might be the reason why. 
He was simply too bummed out about how things between you and him never went further than fits of laughter in class as you helped him with his French, or friendly hugs when you bid him goodbye at the corner of his street. Maybe it was his own fault for falling for someone so out of his reach. He always knew his stay in France was temporary– hell, he was an exchange student, he was aware of what he was getting himself into– but still, he couldn’t help but recognize the familiar warmth in his stomach whenever you were around and the strange racing of his heart whenever you were close enough for him to smell your shampoo for what it was. He was completely, utterly smitten with you– a french local that would be erased out of his lifestyle as soon as he lands back home in Korea.
The shutter of the camera is all it takes to break his train of thought, making him snap his head back to his Italian friend. A sigh of relief is heard in the room as Juyeon finally reunites with his digital camera (he was surprised to see Marco let go of it so easily), and before he has the chance to think of a conversation topic to indulge in with you, you have his words catching in his throat at your own pace of speech.
“Have you been here for long?” you ask, flattering your eyelashes at him. Juyeon gasps before he presses his lips together into a tight line, shrugging.
“A bit.”
“Why haven’t you said hi?” you frown. “You said it’s your last night! You wouldn’t leave without a goodbye, would you?” you shake your head at him, playfully poking his shoulder with your pointer finger.
He was going to. Not anymore, he guesses.
“No,” he disagrees instead, “I was gonna look for you when it was my turn to leave,” he quickly comes up with an explanation, having your features relax as a warm smile overtakes your pretty features again.
Even with your face all bloody and your eyes having dark circles under them from eyeshadow (and mascara that weared off a little, which you were completely unaware of), Juyeon finds you absolutely, utterly and fascinatingly beautiful. He’s glad no one is able to read his inner monologue– or else he’d be the one with blood running down the side of his face. If the punch to seal the cut would be coming from you or your boyfriend, he’s not quite sure. 
Maybe both. The main thing is, you’re taken and his feelings aren’t reciprocated. 
Which is why his silly crush on you that maybe, just maybe, turned into something more meaningful was that much damaging to his poor soul. 
Because Juyeon swears he never loved anyone before, but after spending the night with you drinking cheap wine in his empty dorm room on his birthday completely alone– since it fell on a Sunday this year and he didn’t have that many friends yet to celebrate with, only having spending 2 weeks in Paris at the time– during which you taught him French swear words and kissed his cheek goodbye (which he thought may be a cultural thing, although he wasn’t sure); after all of this, he felt like you’re the person he’ll think of when someone asks him about his first love when he's old.
And even if he had the balls to do anything about it (which he didn’t), he simply couldn’t. You were out of reach.
“You’d better,” you hum, “or else I’d hitchhike a plane and come over to Korea just to kick your ass.”
“You can’t hitchhike a plane, you weirdo.” 
You sigh, shaking your head. “Of course I can. Watch me.”
Juyeon finds himself grinning at the adorable determination in your voice. It makes him feel a certain type of way that he knows he shouldn’t– but after spending 10 months with the feelings (5 of which you were single, 5 of which you’ve spent dating your boyfriend) and absorbing the idea of leaving you and everything behind tomorrow, Juyeon no longer feels as guilty about the act of loving you. Not anymore– not tonight.
“I like your costume,” Juyeon comments, pointing to the attire you’ve dressed yourself in.
“Really?” your eyes light up. “Look, I even wore the bow my idiot of a boyfriend said looks tacky,” you say, making a little twirl for the man. Your skirt flows nicely in the air and you stumble a bit due to the alcohol in your system, but when Juyeon catches you by your forearms and steadies you, there’s a content smile sitting on your lips despite your previous sentence.
“It looks pretty on you,” Juyeon hums, nodding. “It’s not tacky at all.”
“I always knew you had more taste than him,” you sigh dramatically, making Juyeon question your actions. 
Oh? 
“Anyways, I like your costume as well,” you comment. 
“Thanks,” he says, although his half-assed attempt at a Joker’s costume wasn’t anywhere near your level of preciseness, “Shotaro was supposed to go as Harley to match with me, but he pulled out of it at the last minute,” Juyeon pouts.
“Gosh! That would’ve been fucking amazing,” you laugh, swatting your friend in the arm playfully– the way you always do when you laugh– but as you come down from it, there’s a bitter tone in your voice. “I asked my boyfriend to wear a couple’s costume too, but he said all my costume ideas were lame.”
“Y/N–” Juyeon starts, wanting to speak up about the matter very obviously present in the conversation, wanting to console you, say anything, but you cut him off again– your courtesy– with a shrug and a grin on your face made to mask your true emotions (didn't work. Juyeon knows you too well).
“It’s okay. That’s why I dressed up as a slutty vampire just to spite him,” you say. 
“What’s his costume?” Juyeon asks.
“Not sure. I think he just bought the Scream mask, or something,” you mutter, rolling your eyes at the male.
And now, Juyeon was never big on gossip. But if gossiping meant poking fun at your boyfriend, the last night before his plane back home takes off is not the time he’s passing on a snarky comment. “Lame.”
“I’m so glad we are on the same page, Juyo.”
His heart leaps at the nickname– a lot of people call him that, but the tone you say it in, the sweet melody of your voice as you throw it at him like a promise (of everything and nothing at all– you’re fond of him, but never fond enough), only you have this effect on him when you call him that. He wishes he had you saying his name recorded, documented somewhere on his phone, your accent and all, so he could hear you say it when he foolishly misses you in the middle of the night, like he knows he will when he lays awake at home, in his tiny, silent room.
“Do you want to get out for a bit? It’s getting too hot in here,” you say as you wave yourself, hoping to cool off, but failing miserably with the heat created from the bodies swimming through the house, and Juyeon finds himself nodding at your question.
Your feet drag you outside of the house, the cold breeze instantly cooling down your sweaty bodies. You two stand on the front porch together, watching the world around you revolve in a fast, yet slow manner– there are couples making out in the corner of the yard, one of them pressed up against the tree, and friends chasing each other down in zombie costumes, passing by bottles of alcohol between each other. 
Juyeon hears you hum, making him turn his head towards you and see you offering a cigarette to him. He'd never been much of a smoker before, but Europe taught him to never turn down a cigarette when offered, and so he only takes out one out of the pack, watching you mirror his movements. You fish for your lighter in your bra (and Juyeon finds himself too mesmerized to look away during the action), clicking it and putting the flame against the cigarette trapped between his lips.
He doesn’t know what it is about the action that makes his eyes hooded as he watches you– noticing the forgotten speck of glitter from some step of your makeup routine under your eye, making him want to swipe his thumb over it and take it off for you– but he can’t get his gaze off you as he breaths in the smoke, his head going more fuzzy than it has been only a few minutes prior.
When Juyeon’s cigarette is lit, you move to light your own, all while the male watches you with almost a dreamy look on his face. Somehow, he’s glad no one’s watching you. He doesn’t think he would be able to conceal his feelings for you tonight.
“Are you gonna miss this?” you suddenly ask, looking up at him from his right.
You? Absolutely. 
“I think so,” he nods, “it’s a lot different to home, but I made a lot of memories here.”
He watches a hint of smile spreading over your features. “Do you remember when you accidentally told our professor you were horny instead of excited?” you laugh.
“Oh, shut up,” Juyeon laughs at the memory. His French never really got to a perfect level– that’s why most of you settled on speaking English between each other– but the first few weeks were a living hell of a language barrier for Lee Juyeon. “The more concerning part is that this is what made you approach me,” he notes.
“Well, I recognised that you needed help, and I was willing to provide it,” you say, taking a drag out of the cigarette and blowing the smoke into his face.
Juyeon looks at you through the smoke cloud, snickering. “I’m kinda grateful, though. You were the first friend I made here.”
You look at him with a tender look– something so full of care Juyeon swears he feels his stomach doing somersaults– before you press your lips into a solemn smile. “Well, I’m honored, Juyeon Lee,” you drag out in a posh accent, making the boy break out into a laugh.
He takes another drag off the cigarette, inviting the nicotine into his system. Mixed with the alcohol in his veins and your aura surrounding him, he almost feels on cloud 9, like he’s flowing in space and he can’t get down. He watches as you lean over the railing of the porch, forearms meeting with the metal in a set of goosebumps. Breeze flies through the air, making your barely-clothed figure shiver.
He knows he probably shouldn’t. Your boyfriend is somewhere inside, and although you two are seemingly in a weird sort of fight, it’s not his place to act as a gentleman. 
Still, Juyeon finds he has nothing to lose. He shrugs off the suit jacket he’s been wearing and drapes it over your shoulders wordlessly, noticing the way you look back at him over your shoulder with a soft smile on your lips. 
A comforting silence overtakes you two. Juyeon takes the last drag off the cigarette and puts it out on the iron railing, enjoying the effect your sheer presence has on him. The music coming out of inside is only a mere background noise now, providing him an occasional distraction to the buzzing of his own thoughts.
“Say, Juyo,” you start, “do you know where Dorothy lives?” you ask.
Juyeon hums in disagreement. “Don’t think I do. Why?”
“I’m sleeping over at hers tonight,” you mumble, mentioning your best friend– the girl Juyeon’s met plenty of times in the 10 months of knowing you. “I was supposed to stay at Andre’s, but I’m not talking to him right now.”
“Oh,” is all Juyeon says. The mention of your boyfriend always throws him off the track a little.
“I dunno where Dorothy went, but I’m getting kind of sleepy.”
“Why can’t you just go home?” he asks.
“Juyo,” you laugh, “my parents would kill me if I got home tipsy and smelling like cigarette smoke. Don’t you know how they are?” you joke, shaking your head in disbelief.
He doesn’t. He kind of wishes he had the chance to know, though– because if he knew your parents, maybe it would imply something. Signify something more.
“Do you want me to walk you to Dorothy’s?” 
“Yeah,” you nod, lids heavy. Juyeon doesn’t know what time it is, but the last time he checked, it was well past midnight– he doesn’t think he’d stay around much longer himself.
“Okay,” he nods, watching as you slowly peel yourself off the railing and wear his suit jacket properly, the fabric drowning you, but keeping you warm. The sight, the sentiment of it, makes Juyeon’s hands shake and his throat go dry. You’re so close, yet so out of his reach.
Your feet are slow as you march towards the direction of your best friend’s house. Juyeon doesn’t know how far it is, but he wishes for you to take the long way home– if those are the last moments he has with you, he wants to drag the evening out the best he can.
The night is quiet. The only thing ringing in your ears is the sound of your own footsteps, when Juyeon surprises himself with the question that noisily cuts out of his throat.
“Why don’t you break up with him?” he asks.
He expects you to go mad at the question– you were known to have quite the fierce temper. You and Andre have had a few problems in the past: he was known to be reckless with his snarky comments that somehow hurt your pride, his nasty behavior when he got drunk, and the not-so-happy opinion your parents had of him. You were known to blow things out of proportion, screaming, crying and making a scene whenever you could if you thought it was appropriate, known to talk about your conflicts with your friends and digging out opinions out of them on the matter.
Juyeon always made sure to give you lukewarm arguments whenever you asked him about your boyfriend. Never too heated to make himself seem suspicious. Your relationship was none of his business.
Again– tonight, though, he has nothing to lose.
“I dunno,” you shrug, your steps a little uneven on the pavement, “it’s… a matter of habit, maybe? It’s weird,” you say. 
The explanation gives Juyeon just about nothing. A matter of habit? Is it a habit to stay with someone? Was there not more needed for a relationship?
Juyeon doesn’t find it in him to reply. Instead, he lets you talk.
“I think I might love him, or something. I’m not really sure…” you mumble, the sentences breaking Juyeon’s heart a little by little, shattering it right in front of you on the pavement, “because if I didn’t, why else would I put up with all of this?” you ask, not really expecting an answer.
“All the shaming, the spiteful remarks. The pettiness, the silent treatment… tell me, Juyo, do I have any dignity?” you laugh, shaking your head in disbelief.
“Y/N…”
The snicker that escapes out of you quickly turns bitter. Your body grows impossibly closer to his, your hands sneaking around his bicep. You walk with linked arms, your head falling to his shoulder. “I don’t think I really love him, though,” you suddenly rebuttal, “‘cause like… I wouldn’t- I wouldn’t tell my grandkids about Andre, y’know? I think that’s the way you know. If you can imagine thinking so fondly about someone that you… that you’d mention them even in 50 years, ‘cause the memories still feel fresh and you’re delighted you once knew them, then…” you trail off, voice fading.
“Do you know what I mean?” you hum, pouting.
He does know.
“Sorry, I’m rambling–”
“No, I get you,” he reassures you, nodding to himself. 
“You always do,” you sigh, breaking Juyeon’s heart into a million pieces, “anyways, with that being said… I think I’m with him only because breaking up is too much of a hassle. And, I think I like the attention,” you splutter, laughing at yourself, “that’s… so desperate of me, I know. I’m starting to doubt if it’s even worth it.”
“He’s not,” Juyeon finds himself saying as you two cross the corner.
“You’re only saying that as my friend.”
“No, I’m saying that as your– as someone who cares…?” he stutters, mentally kicking himself for sounding so readable. Surely, you must’ve already noticed. If not from his current statement, then from the way he looked at you the whole night. You are a smart girl– you were always quick to point out the men that would soon hit on you when you were at the club. You have a good eye when it comes to others.
You only laugh, though. Oh, how Juyeon loves the sound.
“Thank you,” you hum.
You two fall silent for a while. Juyeon finds himself enjoying it. It feels comfortable– to walk with you through the emptied Paris, accompanied by the yellow lampposts and soulless streets. Only you two, your linked arms and his suit jacket around your shoulders.
“We’re at Dorothy’s,” you muse when your steps come to a halt, gesturing towards the silent, dark house on the other side of the street, “I think she’s not home yet, though. Her light would be on.”
Chewing on the inside of his cheek, Juyeon looks from the house and back at you, then back at the seemingly empty house again. “And now what?”
“I have to wait for her,” you shrug, “will you… keep me company?”
You don’t even have to ask. He’d always keep you company. 
“Well, I’m not just gonna let you stand alone in the street in the middle of the night, am I?” he playfully shakes his head in disbelief, but secretly enjoys the fact that he has more time with you before you have to pay each other goodbye.
“Always knew you were a gentleman.”
“Pretty sure that was my middle name,” he notes.
“I thought you said that was ‘handsome’ once?”
“I have two,” he laughs.
“Is that possible?” you tease.
“Of course! Look it up,” he says, turning to you as he talks. “My name’s actually Lee Handsome Gentleman Juyeon, it’s on my ID and everything,” he jokes, watching as your eyes turn into moon crescents and your throat lets out a fit of amused giggles.
Another playful punch to his shoulder. A happy sigh. A shake of your head, full of disbelief. 
“Damn, Juyo. I’ll miss you like crazy, you know?” you suddenly utter, making the boy’s heart fall down into his stomach. The implication of your words sounds a lot like a goodbye, and although he was aware of the fact that he was leaving before, he doesn’t think he really let the reality down on him until now. 
This time tomorrow, there will be no Paris. No Marco. No Shotaro. No Bence. No French locals, no bagels for breakfast, no shitty ass dorm room.
No you.
“I’ll miss you more,” he says. He thinks he’s right.
You’ll miss him like a friend. He’ll miss you like his first love.
You stare at him for a heartbeat. One, two– before you latch onto him, much like when you first met tonight. Your arms wrap around his neck, pulling him close, head resting on his shoulder only when you notice his hands wrapping around your middle. Breathing in your scent, Juyeon focuses very hard to keep his heart rate in check– it’s hard to not falter under your touch when your nose buries itself into his neck, cold skin nuzzling into his hot one, hands squeezing him tighter.
Juyeon doesn’t think you’ve ever hugged him like this before. 
And now, you won’t ever again.
You break away from him only enough to still be in his hold, your forehead resting against his. The new intimacy between the two of you makes him gulp, eyes focused into yours– watching the silver and gold swirl around your irises, counting your eyelashes. Noticing the faint mole on the top of your nose bridge. 
Foolishly letting his eyes dip lower. Memorizing the shape of your lips with his gaze. Taking in a shaky breath when he feels your fingers playing with the hair on his nape.
“Will you tell your grandkids about Paris?” you ask, voice barely louder than a whisper. Juyeon would almost think you’re suggesting something with your question, but when you speak up again, the suspicion is proved correct. “Will you tell them about me?”
The boy drags his eyes up back to yours. He examines the intention. He finalizes that he has nothing left to lose. 
Tomorrow, this will all be a memory. A moment out of his reach– much like you, all this time. A moment of time he experienced and won’t ever get back.
“I will,” he nods, swallowing. “Will you?”
You smile at the boy, the curve of your lips capturing his attention again. If anyone asked, he’d tell them it’s pure biology– the way his eyes zoomed in on your mouth the moment your expression changed. That’s how attention fluctuates– he learned about it in class somewhere, he’s fairly certain.
Why he’s unable to look back into your eyes after the question is a matter of something else, though.
“I think I might,” you breathe out.
There’s buzzing in his fingertips as he relishes the moment. The sentiment makes his knees weak, his brain fuzzy, his sight blurry and a little hazed. When he finally catches a glimpse of your gaze, he finds it glued to his mouth. 
He could take it as an invitation. 
He won’t, though.
“Kiss me?” you ask, whispering.
He shakes his head in disapproval. “I can’t.” 
Not when you’re taken. Not when he’s aware. Not when he knows you might regret this in the morning.
“Can I kiss you, then?” you ask. 
That, however, is a whole other situation. 
You asked to. You're making the first step. He doesn't have to feel guilty– who cares whether either of you might regret this decision tomorrow.
A simple nod–
that’s all it takes before you lock your lips with his. Your mouths move against each other with a passion he’s contained for his whole stay. You taste like vodka and orange juice, the slickness of your lip gloss making Juyeon’s lips slide against yours with more ease. He kisses you like you’d kiss your first love– with everything in him, with everything he is. 
He kisses you in a way that shows he wants to remember this forever. In a way that makes you lean even closer, pressing up firmly against him as you angle your head to make the kiss deeper. One of your hands moves from behind his head to twist itself deeper into his hair, tugging a little at the root to make the boy gasp under your actions. That has you inviting your tongue into his mouth, eager to taste him, to explore.
Juyeon doesn’t think he’s ever been kissed like this. He doesn’t think he’s ever felt so vulnerable, so open while kissing someone. This is him with his heart on a plate, naked and ready to be stabbed, squished by the weight of circumstances breathing onto his back.
His cold fingers move along your sides. Your hands settle on his shoulders to steady yourself, head pulling away to gasp for oxygen.
You look so pretty when he opens his eyes. Lipstick smudged and eyes blown out, hair a little messy from the October wind. He’s like an addict presented with his favorite drug– he can’t get enough, he can’t resist as he chases after you, leaving kisses along your jaw and the corner of your mouth, where the blood is, slowly meeting your lips again in another lock.
Everything else disappears. In this moment, there’s just you, you, you…
No flights. No weight of his own conscience. No boyfriends, no unsaid feelings. 
No regret.
And Juyeon thought he had nothing to lose, but suddenly, with you in his arms, he feels as if he’s being stripped of everything he never even had, only got the glimpse of last minute, a few hours before he’s gone.
You lean away again. Juyeon watches you with big eyes. A smile appears on your face as you move a finger up to his face, cleaning up the side of his mouth off the dark lipstick you’ve imprinted on him. He feels fragile under your touch. One bad move and he breaks, falls apart under you.
“You have to come back to visit one day,” you whisper, cradling the side of his face.
Juyeon nods. He doesn’t know if he’ll ever get the chance.
But as you stand on your tippy toes and press a kiss to his forehead, making a million different fireworks erupt in his stomach, he doesn’t let himself think of that (im)possibility. He watches as you smile at him, locking your eyes in a gaze tender and soft, yet electrifying, holding something special.
Before you take off to meet your best friend walking up the other side of the street, you hug him one last time and whisper into his ear.
“Goodbye, Juyo.”
Seeing as you lock your arms with Dorothy, walking up into the silent house and never looking back, Juyeon lets himself feel the last hint of longing for someone he always knew would never be his. And it’s strange, because he hasn’t even left yet, 
but oh, how he’d love to go to Paris again.
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I CARE | TAA
“ooh, i care, i care, i care, like ribbons in your hair, my stomach’s all in knots, you got the one thing that i want”
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summary: where jealousy gets the best of you, you can’t help but put yourself down and trent can’t stand to watch you do that to yourself
pairing: trent alexander-arnold x f1 driver!reader
notes: ferrari are back to their winning ways in this story and based off lacy by olivia rodrigo :) sorry i just love writing to songs. also wrote this because it’s 5am and i can’t go back to sleep so excuse the terrible writing.
warnings: none i can think off, unedited work
“OH MY GOD! oh my god! my first win in formula one!” you screamed over the radio, excited over the impressive feat after having seen the chequered flag first. “WE DID IT!”
“congratulations, (yn)!” your engineer laughed over the radio. “i’ll see you at the number one board!”
“you bet you will,” you smiled underneath your helmet as you pulled into the pit lane, the roars of your team being able to be heard as you stopped your car, climbing out to celebrate properly.
seeing them cheer and celebrate for you was a core memory you’d have forever, you were sure of that. seeing the ferrari crew clapping for you and cheering your name, you felt tears of joy form as you jumped off your car, running to them as they engulfed you in hugs.
taking off your helmet, you smiled as you received a pat on your back from your engineer. “couldn’t have done it without you, marco,” you smiled, “thank you.”
“it was all you, (yn),” he responded, “what a race.”
nodding, you looked in the background to see the rest of the ferrari crew cheering in their garage as they ran out to give each other hugs. confused, you looked at marco as you tilted your head, trying to figure out why the crew on charles’ end of the garage was celebrating in such a fashion when he had only finished in p6. “what’s going on?”
“oh charles just took the championship lead,” he replied, looking at your smile which slowly faded seeing how everyone had forgotten about your first win all of a sudden. “hey, don’t let that overshadow your first win. you did incredibly well and nothing can take that away from you.”
nodding, you laughed at how well your engineer knew you, reading your expression like an open book. “thank you, marco.”
walking away with your helmet and hans device in your hand, you took your weight on the scale, smiling at the fia official who congratulated you before waiting for your turn to get interviewed.
“and now, our winner here today, (yn) (ln)!”
chuckling as you heard loud roars and cheers coming from your pit crew and engineer, you smiled at oscar who handed the microphone to you.
“incredible job today, (yn), congratulations on your win! how does it feel getting your first win and how special does it feel being able to achieve that here in monza?”
“thank you,” you smiled, pausing for a while to come up with a good response. “obviously it always feels special coming to monza as it’s ferrari’s home race but being able to also achieve my first win here feels extra special. i’ve always dreamed of this day since i was young— taking my first win in formula one and it just feels incredible. and to take it in monza in front of all the tifosi makes this moment feels extra sweet.”
“and your teammate, charles, also just took the championship lead, how special does that feel for you knowing that ferrari are now leading the constructors’ championship?”
of course he had to bring charles up.
pausing for a while, you hesitated before speaking again. “yeah, it feels incredible knowing that we’re now leading, i mean the team has done an amazing job and they all deserve it. charles also deserves it especially after the season he has had so far so big congratulations to him as well.”
“right, thank you (yn)!”
sighing, you made your way to your hotel room tiredly, the sun now setting after having taken a long time with media and the team debrief, trophy in hand.
staring at the silverware, you couldn’t help but let out a deep breath.
you had made such an incredible achievement that day— taking your first victory in front of the home crowd in monza as a rookie in the sport, and yet all the chatter in the paddock was about charles.
to you, it felt unfair.
why was it always charles? why was it always him?
every single thing you did so far in this season had always been overshadowed by his accomplishments; when you had scored your first points in australia, when you had scored your first podium in silverstone. all of it had been upstaged by charles— be it him scoring a win or him simply scoring points.
you were frustrated, and rightly so.
the moment you had always dreamed of had been ruined and now it didn’t even feel remotely special. and you hated how you were jealous of the one person that had done nothing but treat you like family ever since you entered the team.
opening the door, you smiled upon seeing trent sitting on the edge of the bed scrolling on his phone. “hey,” you smiled.
“there you are!” he smiled, bringing you into a hug the minute you were within distance, “my formula one race winner.”
“yeah,” you forced a chuckle. at least there was one person who cared.
“hey,” he spoke, looking at you. “what’s wrong?”
“what do you mean?”
letting out a sigh, he shook his head as he watched you put your trophy next to your luggage. “i know you well, (yn), and i know for a fact something is wrong.”
“i just—“ you spoke, only to be cut off by your shaky breath. “why is everything i do never good enough to feel special?”
“hey, come here,” he motioned, bringing you into a comforting embrace. “what do you mean?”
“i mean, everything i do, no matter how big it feels is never special enough. at least i doesn’t feel special enough. it’s always overshadowed by something else and it’s just…” you choked on your tears that were threatening to spill out. “it’s just frustrating because no matter how hard i try it’s never enough. it’s just upsetting because no matter what it feels like i’m always second.”
silence filled the room apart from your shaky breaths as you rested your chin on trent’s shoulder as he took a while to think of something to say.
“i’m sorry,” he spoke, “i mean, i won’t say i know how it feels but i can imagine how bad it must feel but no one can ever take your achievements away from you.”
“maybe it’s just meant to be that way for me,” you sighed.
“love, don’t say that.” trent couldn’t help but feel for you as you sobbed silently in his arms, finally giving way to your emotions. “i get that it feels like your second always and everything you do is overshadowed but the truth is that there’s so many people that recognise your achievements and just how significant they are. maybe not ferrari, but i know for a fact the other drivers and teams do. and you’re good enough, more than enough, and if they don’t realise it, they’re a bunch of idiots. it’s frustrating to have your most special moments to be overshadowed by your teammate out of everyone, for sure, but that doesn’t mean what you’ve done isn’t any less significant.”
he paused, “no one can ever take it away from you— how special and talented you are and your achievements.”
“yeah?”
“yeah.”
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i love what you do with the babysitter series. i can’t wait to see more
ITS NANNY TIMEEEEEE !! i really really hope you like this part bc ooohhh lord what’s coming next. SEND ME FEEDBACK !!!
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yourinstagram first day of the nyc residencies and i’m feeling icky :// and yes i’m aware that i’m in my underwear and no bra in this pic but i’ve been throwing up all morning so don’t give me shit for it
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YN, photographed by Anthony Pham, for Pleasing.
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pillowpersonpp Gorgeous gorgeous girl 💖
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alicedash2 · 9 months
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Izou x Teenager!Reader - puberty and crushes
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Since YN came to the ship, it's been a blast, but let me tell you from the beginning!
Izou arrived with YN on his lap, a small girl with a miserable appearance, who held tightly to Izou, hiding her face in the older's chest, he ran his fingers through the dry and broken hair of the small miserable girl, who managed to touch the heart from the gunslinger of the Whitebeard ship, the way Izou hugged him comfortingly made her stop shivering
The girl turned her head a little to see the men staring at her with curiosity, but soon YN turned her head again hiding, hearing the man's voice comforting her that everything would be fine, that YN was safe
Marco approaches, Izou hands her over, but the little girl refuses to leave and stay away from Izou, because he was the one who found her, who calmed her down in that state of shock and abandonment.
What happened is that YN had been abandoned in a humiliating way, left to die on a desert island, just for not fulfilling one of the family's standards and refusing to submit to that tradition where YN would already have a destiny sealed by the family, destined to become marry a rich pervert man and raise an unhappy family
It was night when YN was found, crying under a tree, alone and in the cold at night, when a man approached by hearing the cries, the same man saw the deplorable situation and decided to ask what had happened, which in which, the little child spoke to the cries and hiccups, Izou, seeing that the little one had already spent a week on the island, decides to take the little one to the ship
- it's going to be fine, you need to go with him now - Izou smiles at the girl, who shakes her head in protest and goes to the man again, behind his comforting hug
- you need to go with him, princess, I'll see you soon - Izou gently pushed her away, Marco took her to his office where he examined her and asked questions
After a few hours of sedatives and questions, YN snuggled into the dream world.
- she needs to rest, she hasn't eaten for 4 days - Marco said, leaving the girl's room
- I'll take care of her, I'll be responsible for her from now on - Izou spoke, he knew that the girl would take some time to get used to the ship and all those people, it would be an extreme change in the little girl's life
- are you sure? It's a child, taking care of a child is difficult -
- but we can't leave her in that situation, I'm the only one she knows, everything will be fine -
Hours pass, the girl wakes up, the moment she wakes up, she tries to remember what had happened, then, noticing the place where she was, she goes looking for the man who rescued her, who, in which, was in the kitchen talking to Thatch, she runs to him and hugs him tightly
- did you sleep well? -she asked, while the girl just felt comfortable in Izou's embraces, who nodded positively
And so, a wonderful friendship was born.
Izou treated YN like a princess, taught and educated her, not that the others didn't do something, YN always had something to learn from them, it was a fun life, even if they spent days in the ocean, rain or shine, when they docked in an island, it was just a party, Izou took YN shopping and spoiled her, liked to get into trouble with kids her age
Here, a list of things Izou said to YN
- that's not what I taught you!-
-don't get in trouble, you're a lady!-
- I warned you not to go there! I told you you'd get hurt -
- come with me, no need to be afraid -
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One day, on a peaceful island, the Whitebeard crew was exploring an island, and on that island, Izou lost sight of YN, desperately looking for the child who was migrating to adolescence, with her 14 years old, desperately looking for her, asking the people saw a small teenage girl with flashy outfits (Izou had lent one of her clothes to YN)
Until, in one person, the person said that he saw a girl crying near a square that was nearby, Izou goes there, looking for the girl, when he finds her, he runs to her, thinking that something had happened
- what happened?! You can't disappear like that, come with me- Izou spoke
- I can't leave here... I hurt myself, I think, but I can't leave -
- like this?-
- It's... red- YN said with shame
- red? Blood? To where?!-
-hmmm I don't know what happened, it was sudden! If I leave here I will be ashamed! I soiled your clothes, sorry!-
- don't worry, where did you hurt yourself?-
- ...hmm - YN refused to answer
The girl gets up and turns her back to Izou, where she sees a small bloodstain on the bottom of her clothes.
-ah, tie this around your waist, let's go to the ship-
- what happened?-
- It's normal, stay calm!-
- it hurts, I can't walk -
Izou picked her up gently, and carried her to the ship, thinking about how he was going to tell her about this.
When they arrived, the girl was going to take a shower, after the bath, Izou took her to the infirmary, together with Marco, they prepared to welcome the small and new teenager who officially migrated to puberty
- look, you didn't get hurt, but this will happen every month, okay?-
- but what is this?-
- you're ovulating, it's something that happens every month when you don't reproduce, your body is throwing things out-
- oh, I understand-
- listen to me, you're going to feel new things, you're going to think new things, you're going to want new things, it's a new moment, you're in puberty, you're going to see your body change, it's going to be a little difficult time, but we're going to help you-
- what happened? YN, why are you crying?-
- she... just entered puberty, she's suffering because it's something new and painful, she's scared-
-here, I'm sure you want this- Whitebeard extended his hand with sweets and treats, making the girl smile and say thank you
- I'll take you to your room, your body needs to rest, Marco took her to the room, where the girl lay down and relax in her bed
- in these moments, it's good to drink plenty of water, it can help you -
- I understood!-
- good girl, you are slowly becoming an adult-
-adult?-
-yes, it is a process in which you are changing from being a child to becoming a young and beautiful adult-
- hmmm-
- well, I'm going, you can call me if you have any problems -
Marco was leaving the room, when he came across Izou, who looked a little upset
- your child is gone, is starting to become a teenager -
-she grew up so fast-
- now to take care of her will be more difficult -
- my little one is starting to become a young adult -
- soon she will get married and you won't even notice the notion of time -
Izou smiled, wiping a small tear in his eye, he knocked on the door and entered YN's room, who received him with smiles
-Izou!-
- I didn't even realize how much you've grown, YN!-
- Marco said I'm becoming a young adult -
- you look beautiful, know this, you are just a flower that just bloomed on a warm spring day -
Izou stroked YN's hair, who smiled passionately at Izou
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- who is she?- a red-haired boy saw a female form
- I don't remember seeing her in Whitebeard's crew- a boy with blue hair and a clown nose also saw the girl, they spied on her through a tree, the boy with blue hair, called Buggy, looked away and looks at his friend, who blushes and smiles as he catches sight of the small young woman
The boy, newly in love, walked timidly towards the girl, who quickly noticed the boy's presence.
- ehm... hi - the boy said shyly
- hey...-
- w-what's your name?-
- YN...you?-
-S-Shanks...-
- hm...-
- He knows?-
- hm, what?-
- I thought you were cute and beautiful!-
- thank you, I-I thought you were very charming!-
- thank you, do you want to... go with me, walk?-
-I would love!-
Shanks gently takes the girl's hand and they leave the island, talking shyly, sometimes praising and receiving more gentle touches, such as gently squeezing the other's hand, running a hand through his hair and touching the other's leg lightly, the peak was when Shanks kissed her gently on the cheek
- sorry, I had to do that...- the boy hid his face in his hat, incredulous of what he had just done
- It's okay... I like it-
- I'll take you to your ship, it's getting late -
- Sure, thanks, Shanks!-
- I can't believe it!- Izou saw all that hidden, he knew there was something going on, YN had suddenly disappeared, but she always came back, what did she find so interesting to leave and spend hours without returning?
After YN entered the ship, already at night, Izou stayed behind her.
- are you going out with a crew member from Roger?-
- Ah!- Izou! Don't scare me like that!-
- tell me -
- n-not exactly, he just asked me for a walk!-
- you're growing up too fast, YN! Watch out for him!- Izou said
- just because he is a crew member of Roger?-
- no, actually he's a boy! A boy going through puberty! It's dangerous!-
- I don't understand - YN made a confused face, they were just young people in love!
- you should be more careful with who you're going to start having a relationship with, young lady! -
- b-but - YN was cut off by Izou, Izou had an almost angry face, he was just worried about YN being used by a boy who would break the heart of the young girl he had just fallen in love with
- just be careful! Adolescence is the worst time to be in a relationship -
- You're being annoying, Izou!-
- I'm just doing you a favor to warn you, dear! I wish you well, do you like Shanks?-
-yes, he even lent me his hat!-
- ...I'm going to talk to dad, come with me!-
- but I only talked to Shanks -
- it doesn't matter! -
- humpf!- YN pouted and rolled her face
- it's no use pouting or snorting, it's still early for you-
- YN going out with someone? How mature! - Marco said with a sarcastic smile.
- no! I won't accept that, she's not mature, he kissed her on the cheek!-
-but it was just a kiss-
- no! You do not understand!-
- Marco, defend me! -
- Izou, she's in her teens, let her experience love!-
- never! Come on, YN, we have a long talk yet!- Izou holds YN's hand and takes it to Whitebeard, closing the door behind them
- how much drama...-
And Izou took her to Whitebeard, to report what had happened, Whitebeard didn't like Shanks very much, but seeing that his youngest daughter fell in love for the first time was something beautiful, but it awakened the protective instinct in Izou, at the In the end, Izou ended up listening to Whitebeard's words to let YN feel new emotions, be they good, having a relationship and the bad, rejection, it was a new phase and YN needed new experiences, but with care and guidance
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cyborg-franky · 2 months
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Giving One Piece Men Flowers
GN Reader SFW Chars: Ace, Marco, Kidd
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Marco
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You didn’t get him flowers. Not because he wasn’t the type to like flowers, no, Marco was never one to stick gender roles on anything, especially who should give and receive flowers. You just knew the busy bird would forget to change their water or throw them out when they’d passed. 
Thus the cactus with the beautiful blue bloom. It would sit on his desk and keep him company when you weren't around. The bright flowers reminded you of his flames. If he forgot to water it then you could keep an eye on it without the poor thing dying within a week.
Marco looked at it, grinning and setting it pride of place on his desk. “Thank you, it’s really cute, brightens up the place!” He said and wrapped his arms around you and held you tight as you smiled, pleased he liked it.
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Ace
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Ace was confused as to why you had got him flowers. He’d always grown up with the notion that only girls liked flowers but he had always found them pretty. He just didn’t allow himself to make comments other than Yeah, nice when asked about anything to do with ‘girly things’
But when you explained anyone can like flowers, they were for everyone he opened up his mind and allowed himself to be happy with the stem of… fake flowers? You nodded and twirled the stem of red and orange-tinted hibiscus in your hand.
“Well, I didn’t think you’d ever be in your room enough to enjoy a bunch of flowers and I don’t think you could have kept up with watering a plant, so these will last forever!” You explained and he nodded, leaning down and kissing your nose. “Thanks,”
You were worried he was only placating you until you saw him the next day with one of the fake flowers firmly attached to his hat. Whenever anyone would comment he would beam brightly and say you got it for him and he loved it.
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Kidd
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Oh boy, you didn’t know what to expect when you rocked up to Kidd with a bunch of flowers. The way his nose wrinkled as he squinted at the flowers. He’d never really commented on liking anything like flowers in the past that was why you thought it would be nice to give him something.
You avoided tulips, knowing the comments people made but you saw these on the last island and just had to get him some. They were bold, loud, spikey, and very red. Just like him. He took the bunch and gave them a sniff, a huff as he poked at the spikey petals.
“I thought they would look nice in our room,” You said, he grunted in response before you followed him into your shared room. He set them in a vase and tilted his head to one side then the other, apprising them in his head as he tapped his foot.
You watched him use his power, small pieces of scrap that had littered his desk all came together with scraping and scratching sounds, soon the vase was encased in metal and you saw the grin on his face. “Love them, thanks babe, just needed a little somethin’,” He said with a big smirk on his face as he put his arm around you.
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library-of-ohara · 2 years
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helloooo! I need to say how absolutely awesome this event is!!! love reading every bit about it!! :D if somebody feels inspired by it, may I ask for headcanon (or whatever you'd feel like writing) for "the morning after" with the different WB pirates (Ace, Marco, Thatch, Izou...? any or all of them =)), like, the first time f!reader (or g!reader, doesn't matter =)))) and they spent the night together after already pining for each other for a long time and then bam! drunk at the banquet and all inhibitions were washed away by alcohol (and a bit of nudging by friends who're happy for them but TIRED of them dancing around each other) and they ended up in bed together? :D thank you all for all these awesome headcanons, fics, scenarios, love them all!
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request fulfilled by @cyborg-franky
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Marco
Good gods is this what a hangover was like?
Marco has no idea why his head is hurting; he has no idea why he’s feeling sick.
Or why his memory is spotty.
He grumbled and felt an ache in his back as he sat up in bed.
Aches? Him?
He then noticed the seastone bracelet on his wrist, he slips it off and blue flames engulf him.
Feeling much better and memory rushing back he snaps his attention to you laid next to him.
Hair a mess, a collection of dark purple marks across your neck, along your collarbone, some scratches on your back he noticed as you turned over.
His blue flames had been far too much this early in the morning.
Wait, blue flames?
Your eyes snap open as you jerk up in bed and stare at Marco.
“Fuck.”
“Yeah, I’m pretty sure that’s what we did yoi.” He chuckled and watched you sigh, at least you didn’t rush to cover yourself up in shame.
“Do you.. regret it?” he asked, and you shake your head.
“No, I’ve been interested in you for a while.” You admitted, leaning against him, head resting on his shoulder.
“Oh, same, I’m glad there are no regrets then yoi.”
“Well, I have one…” you hum, looking up at him, smirk on your lips, he raises a brow, chuckling when he thinks he gets what you’re implying.
“I want one I can remember…”
“Oh, I can do that baby bird, don’t you worry yoi.” You let out a laugh when he wrestles you into the sheets.
Both of you were happy the game was over, that you had both won.
And those who put bets on when you and Marco would hook up could be paid off.
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Ace
Everything hurt, everything was screaming at him.
His head mostly, his stomach growling as he turned over in his bed.
He felt his back aching and mumbled, flinging his arm over what he thought was his pillow until the pillow hissed out an ‘ow!’
His eyes opened and he stared at your back, your naked back, your very, very naked back.
And now you’d turned over to face him.
You were both very, very, naked and Ace spat out a string of stumbled apologies as he scrambled to cover himself up.
You rolled your eyes at the action, rubbing your neck, the bruises from the passionate make-out session that had led to being in bed with him.
“Ace, you walk around topless with your ass almost hanging out every day, please, calm down.” You huffed and rubbed your head.
“I.. alright, you got me there.” He sighed and dropped the sheet, looking you over as you rubbed your head, admiring your body in the morning light… blush tinged his freckled cheeks.
This wasn’t his first one-night stand, he wasn’t exactly a blushing virgin.
He’d just never thought he’d end up in bed with you.
You’d both danced around your feelings for what seemed like forever.
Thatch had handed him a flask of nasty tasting whiskey, pat him on the back and sent him in your direction.
Marco was no saint either, he’d had a pep talk with you, fuelled you with some spiced rum and had you on your way.
“I’m sorry..” Ace said, staring down at his clasped hands.
“What? Why? I’m not. I had fun Ace, I might not remember much but I do remember I’ve wanted this, wanted you for a long time and I have no regrets..” You hummed and placed your hand on his shoulder.
He blinked at you, the smile returning to his face “Yeah?”
“Yes!” you chuckled and kissed his cheek.
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Thatch
He’d needed a little courage and pushing from his friends to try his luck with you.
Well Thatch thinks he only had one or two.
In reality the poor fool had needed an entire bottle to pluck up the courage.
He was feeling the effects of that now.
But it was so hard to care about how much his head hurt when he glanced down and saw you fast asleep in his arms, your hair a mess, little marks on your shoulder.
He leaned down kissing the love bites he’d left from the night of passion.
All those stolen glances, flirting in the kitchen, singing together.
It hadn’t been all the booze’s fault you’d both ended up like this.
He sighed and watched you shift in your sleep.
The sun stretched across the room, cascading over your shoulder, into your face and you whined.
“Morning darlin’” he cooed and brushed some hair from your face.
“Thatch?” you asked, blinking up at the chef, he just nodded and kissed your forehead.
“Alright, good, I was worried I’d ended up hitting on Ace or something last night.” You sighed, melting into his arms.
“Nah just me, Pumpkin’”
You smiled; it had been ages since you’d woken up this happy.
“Fancy a greasy breakfast?”
“Oh, very much so.”
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Izou
He screams, you scream, there’s shouting and yelling as Izou grabs the blankets and covers his face.
His hair is a mess, it all tumbled out of the bun in a fit of passion last night.
Makeup smeared across his face, most of his lipstick had been littered across your body, you looked like a painting with how much red had been applied over so much of it.
You have a headache, worse from the shouting and confusion of waking up with one another.
“Izou..” you sigh as you try and pull the blankets away from him.
“I’m a mess.”
“Me too!” you laugh when he slowly emerges from the cocoon.
You can see marks on his body now, ones you had bestowed upon him in return for the kisses across yours.
You both take a moment, looking at one another.
There was something so pure about seeing this elegant man a mess from your night together.
You’d longed for him for so long and when he’d invited you to drink with him, well, you’d hoped the night would have led to this.
Izou brushed his hair behind his ear, not looking at you, a blush across his cheeks.
“Hey, Izou?”
“What?”
“You are still the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen… “
You could see the smile tugging at his lips, smeared makeup and all. “Well, thank you.”
“It’ll be an honour to ruin your makeup any time you want, by the way.” You were laughing when he slammed a pillow against your face.
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gatitties · 10 months
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I can ask for two scenarios? one is when YN, who loves cats, suddenly appears with one or more cats on the ship, sometimes hidden, the other is a little sad, where YN is rescued after one of Whitebeard's (young) visits, who even trying to defend the island, a good part of it is decimated by the navy (whitebeard liked to visit the island several times because of YN, who loved Whitebeard and his crew)
─Whitebeard Pirates x reader
─Summary: your home island seems to be in complete chaos, you can see no hope in the end of this war but at least they manage to rescue you at the last moment
─Warnings: none
For the first scenario I will make a separate post bc I have some related to that idea, I'll tag you when I write it soon!!
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The fire spread through some of the houses in the central square of the small town, what used to be a peaceful village with a few visitors, turned into a field of war between villagers and marines for control of the area.
A pang of guilt tightened in your chest because you thought that all this disturbance was your fault, a couple of years ago Whitebeard's crew embarked, the thing is that you established a good relationship with them, just as they loved the tranquility of the place, it was relaxing to spend a few days hanging out with you without them having to worry about a thing. All the villagers also enjoyed their presence since it meant party, as well as indirect protection against other thugs or pirates.
The problem was when the marines found out that that island was under the protection of Whitebeard, it was the trigger for the attacks to begin, unfortunately your village did not have enough military power to withstand so many consecutive attacks, you managed to maintain a low profile for a few months to be able to contact the crew and luckily you made it, although help didn't come fast enough as you hoped.
You hid behind some ruins, holding back the urge to run and hit one of the marines who was arresting a family, you weren't strong enough to face all those soldiers on your own, so you chose to stay hidden until, one, help arrives or two, they hold you and probably send you to jail for being 'accomplice' with pirates.
Your breathing became increasingly heavy, your chest began to rise and fall rapidly, the sound of footsteps approaching your position made you hold your breath, covering your mouth with both hands, you saw the shadow of a man holding a shotgun at your side.
"General, it doesn't seem that there are more people in the area, let's move towards the east of the village."
Maybe you let out your sigh of relief before you should or that soldier turned to double check that there were no people there, but the fact is that you met eyes in an awkward second of silence, immediately started a small fight, you had a chance to win against a couple of soldiers on your own, but more started arriving.
The ashes and smoke made it difficult for you to get oxygen, at this point you could barely hit properly, you just dodged, hoping that your effort and fighting would buy enough time for some of the villagers to escape.
A bad move caused you to receive a blow to the chest, adding more problems to your breathing, you coughed wildly, you didn't even try to resist, not even their victorious smiles bothered you, you decided to close your eyes and accept your destiny, hoping to have could help someone.
You expected to feel the handcuffs on your wrists, however some claws caught your arms before anyone could touch you, when you opened your eyes you found a plumage in the form of a vibrant blue flame, you opened your eyes to see Marco take you to the whale-shaped ship that was laid on the north shore.
"Are you alright? wounds? Pain?"
You nodded slowly once you landed, being bombarded by a concerned medic, you didn't have any injuries that you knew of, but knowing Marco he'll give you a checkup later just in case.
You immediately went to the seat where Whitebeard rested, he received you with a smile, although it quickly disappeared.
"We're sorry for being so late, I've sent Izo and Thatch to reconnoiter the area but… it's too late to save the village."
"But what will happen to-!"
"We freed the largest number of people and helped them escape in small ships, they will be fine, it was thanks to your distraction while you were fighting."
Your discomfort slightly decreased when you heard him, however that did not take away the feeling of sadness when you saw how the smoke from the fire receded into the distance once you left there, all the memories of that place… would stay there forever.
Izo comforted you after that, Ace thought of celebrate a party in your name because you were part of the crew permanently, although they had to delay the celebration because you just weren't in the mood, luckily Thatch made you a bit happier by making your favorite dish that night.
You wouldn't be in the same place where you grew up and lived all these years, but at least now you had a great family by your side that you could count on.
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bbyjackie · 9 months
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𝐒𝐎𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐒 𝐀𝐒 𝐀𝐂𝐄'𝐒 𝐆𝐅 — ♡
one piece social media + dating feat: ace
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_ynln: he's 20 and still manages to burn everything in sight <3
tagged: ace
chef.thatch: All my hard work down the drain
↳ marco_o: wait is this why the deck floorboard is scorched
↳ _ynln: ACE DID IT
↳ _ynln: he fell asleep while we were singing happy birthday 😭😭
↳ ace: WOWWW YN YOU'RE SUCH A SNITCH
↳ marco_o: oh my god
iampops: How do I add a caption on Instagram posts
↳ p1rateking_luffy: HAPQPY BIRTHDYA ACE! (liked by ace, _ynln)
↳ ace: thanks luffy!
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_ynln: worth it ❕❕
tagged: ace
marco_o: oh my god this is why we don't trust you guys unsupervised
↳ _ynln: i know u love us (liked by ace)
↳ marco_o: you guys make me want to throw myself off board
↳ marco_o: im losing hair cause of you two
↳ ace: like you had much to begin with LMFOAOO 💀💀
↳ _ynln: 🤣🤣
↳ marco_o: im letting both of u die
izou.u: are you guys the reason why the bathroom looks like shit
↳ ace: it's yn's fault ☝️
↳ _ynln: WTF HOW IS THIS MY FAULT
↳ _ynln: YOU'RE THE ONE THAT SAID 'wHaT iF wE jUmPEd?' AND THEN CANONBALLED
↳ ace: LMFAOOAOO IT WAS SO FUNNY 🤣
iampops: Sons tell me how to add a caption on Instagram posts
chef.thatch: I lose braincells whenever I am near these idiots (liked by _ynln)
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_ynln: if he isn't dreaming about me, im going to sell him to the marines 😪😪
tagged: ace
izou.u: is he even breathing in the second photo
↳ marco_o: i hope not
ace: whaattt of course i was dreaming about you my pookie dookie sugar bear cupcake frappe 😜😍🥰😘��❤️‍🔥💕💞💖
↳ saaaa_bo: ew
↳ saaaa_bo: kudos to yn for taking one for the team and dating u
↳ _ynln: i can already hear my 550,000,000 berries from here
↳ _ynln: @saaa_bo FRRR YOU'RE THE ONLY ONE THAT HAS MY BACK ☝️☝️
iampops: Sons I've been asking for a week. How do I add a caption on Instagram posts?
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ace: my favourite girl ❣️❣️
marco is my favourite of all time
tagged: _ynln
_ynln: everyone don't be fooled, he tackled me into the ocean straight after this 😐😐
↳ ace: my mum told me to chase my dreams, not my fault my dream tried to run away 🥱
↳ _ynln: YOU STARTED SPRINTING AT ME WHAT WAS I SUPPOSED TO DO
↳ ace: start sprinting towards me at the same time 🤩🤩
lovenami: omg @_ynln you ate in this photo
↳ _ynln: NAMI OMG ILY 💞💞
p1rateking_luffy: HEHE MY FUTURE SISTER IN LAW
↳ ace: bet
↳ _ynln: wait what
↳ iampops: yn how do I add a caption on Instagram posts?
↳ _ynln: pops omg you're showing your age rn
marco_o: jesus christ delete the second part of that caption
↳ ace: stop being shy 😚😚
yamatototo: yn needs to be saved 💀💀 (liked by _ynln)
_ynln 36m
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[_ynln] ace replied to your story: marco said it was payback for destroying the bathroom, you're next 🤷
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hypegirl1 · 6 months
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Fuck you and your nachos!(Marco Diaz x fem!reader)
Summary: Marco tries to cheer you up after hours of magic lessons with Glossaric,however,you're not in the mood at all to do something else
Word count:472
Warnings:Language
Genre: Angst,fluff
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"No no YN,you have to put your arm in a 90°,not like that"
It has been hours since you started your magic lessons with Glossaryck,but you were already tired,you had tried the same spell like 100 times and still,no results,you were already exhausted and mad,you wanted to do something else.
"Glossaryck,I´m tired,can´t we just leave it for today?"
"No YN,you have to learn basic spells,there are more spells in the book than the ones you make yourself"
"Ughh,fine!"
1 hour later you were already very pissed off,really,what´s up with Glossaryck? You know how to use your wand,you know your spells,what does he want you to learn other than that? You were already mad that had no energy to do anything else than staying in your bed doing nothing,if anyone else told you to do something right now,they probably end up with a narwal explosion.
"YN hey!Did you finished your magic lessons with Glossaryck?"
"Marco leave me alone please,I´m not in the mood right now"
"Oh,alrigh alright,I thought that maybe we could watch a movie and eat my famous nachos to cheer you up,what do you think?"
No answer
"Uhm,do you want do choose the movie tonight?It´s not your turn tonight but I´ll let you choose if you want"
"Marco,did you not hear me?I told you to leave me alone"
Wow,now you were starting to get really mad
"I know but maybe a movie and nachos can cheer you u-"
"Marco leave me alone! Do I have to get mad so that you can understand me?fuck you and your nachos!"
"Fine,sorry for trying to help!"
Marco closed the door with a slam,oh boy,now you felt bad,Marco is not responsible for your mood,why did you just treated him like that?He just wanted to help
"Ohhh I´m so stupid,goddamn you Glossaryck,it´s your fault that I´m like this"
You rolled of your bed and to the floor,were you layed there staring at the ceiling,thinking about what you just done.
"Go apologize then"
"Glossaryck!"
Glossaryck just suddenly appeared at your side from under the bed,why was he always like this?
"Could you stop being so misterious?You scare the hell out of me,how much have you listened?-"
"All of it"
"Ughh I hate everything"
Perfect,Glossaryck heard your whole conversation,now you were in your bed with your head buried in a pillow.
"Go talk to him,it´s Marco,he´ll accept your apologies"
"I know but-"
"Go.Apologize"
"Fine!"
You went downstairs to see Marco covered in his blanket,eating nachos while watching TV,he looked kinda mad
"Marco,hey..."
"Hey YN,what do you want?"
"I just want to apologize for what happened,you aren´t the one responsible for my mood,I shouldn´t have screamed at you like that.It´s just that-sorry,I´m very exhausted from all these magic lessons with Glossaric,and that made me mad,you were trying to help,I should have accepted your help"
"I´m happy you´re being honest,I accept your apologies"
"Thank you"
"So,movie night?"
"Of course! Let´s watch Twilight!"
"Again?"
"Hey,you said I could choose the movie tonight"
"That´s when you were mad,now you seem kinda happy"
And you were,just fixing the things already cheered you up
"You´re right,let´s choose one together"
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yagamisdiary · 9 months
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Thoughts on Marco x YN?
canon!
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