In which you started off as friends with benefits and ended up as so much more.
A/n: I’m thinking of making a part two to this so let me know if you’d like to see more. I have ideas cooking up on how this develops.
Warnings!: none I think just implied sex
Spending the night with Enjin meant one thing. Intense, blissful, messy sex. It was a simple agreement. Hooking up when either of you were feeling particularly needy, and then going your own ways once it was done. The deal was held in place by a handshake and two dumbasses that thought neither of them would be reckless enough to fall in love.
It started off like you both had planned it. Sneaking back and forth between bedrooms for a few weeks and getting your rocks off when needed, but it started to change.
He’d say it was a moment of weakness that he asked you to stay that first night, to keep him company a little longer. “Just for tonight.”
And now many late nights that were supposed to be nothing more than a quick fuck were now being spent with his tattooed fingers tracing your skin top to bottom and his lips kissing his favorite spots along the way.
If it was a moment of weakness the first night, what does that make it for the tenth? The twentieth?
Enjin was becoming greedy.
On particularly quiet nights, ones where you fall asleep right after, he’d stay awake to watch how peacefully you slept in his arms. How shallow your breaths became, the soft rise and fall of your chest on his. He’d watch for what felt like hours, thinking “What the hell am I doing?”
He was panicking, stressing, wondering how in the hell he could have been the one to fall first and how much more can he ask for before you figure him out and he has to deal with this total mess you’ve made of him?
And then to soothe his racing heart he’d turn back to you and count every mole and freckle that graced your skin. He’d pull you in closer, taking in the smell of your hair, the softness of your skin and his undeniable need for more.
More of you, more of this. More sex, more spending the night, more kissing, more hand holding, more laughing and sharing clothes and secrets and inside jokes.
He asked you to come to his room one night. This wasn’t abnormal. You were there most nights out of the week anyway. It had the usual minimal clothing, bodies wrapped up in sheets, breathy whispers that tickled ears and quiet giggles that warmed chests. Except this time there was no sex.
It was hours of telling stories, landing jokes, sneaky compliments, and looking dead into your eyes. You’ve tried to leave, to go to bed so many times now, but he keeps finding ways to keep you around.
“Five more minutes. I wanna hear about your day.”
“That doesn’t sound very ‘friends with benefits’ to me Enjin.”
“Come on, please? For me, baby?” He places his hand on your thigh, rubbing it up and down. He’ll try anything to keep you longer.
“Your greediness knows no bounds.”
He’s smirking wildly. He’s so ecstatic to have won again, to keep you in his arms a moment longer.
Gachiakuta men when their partner has stretch marks lol we've all got 'em 🫡
Gachiakuta Men: when you have stretch marks <3
A/n: Not everyone with stretch marks has them because they’re overweight, chubby, or fat, but that’s why I do so 😛 I’m writing it in that way thank yew I hope you like it
ENJIN
he notices them right away and he finds them crazy sexy. He’s spent many nights wrapping himself around your arms and legs squeezing the areas. He loves how your body feels in his hands and he loves caressing your stretch marks so much. He wants to bite them and kiss them and lick them. He thinks they’re so beautiful.
GRIS
now Gris… he likes em a little bigger. He’s one of those guys that sets his lifting goals higher if he’s dating a bigger person. It’s his mission to carry you no matter the size and trust, he does. He compares your stretch marks to fine wine. Some stripes on the body give you a little extra flavor and he wants to taste.
TAMSY
compares you to art pieces and how beautiful that is. If you complained or brought yourself down for them he’d painstakingly find every single one and tell you why each is beautiful and why he loves it.
FOLLO
He would tread lightly knowing some people are insecure or sensitive about the topic. Truly though, some of them really get him going. He likes any on your chest, your thighs, your stomach. He wants to give them love, especially when things get intimate, but he’s scared of upsetting you.
CORVUS
he never misses a chance to tell you how beautiful or handsome he thinks you are with them. He won’t care if you tell him to stop or if you get flustered. He’ll keep going to tell you just how “delicious” you look and ask you to show them off more.
BRO SANTA
It would hurt his sweet soul if you said anything bad about yourself. He’d spend days finding different ways to convince you not to think that way. He’d find you attractive no matter what and I’m sure he has some of his own since he’s such a big guy. He’d wanna compare. He wants to kiss every single one of them and tell you with each kiss how wonderful you are.
ZODYL
I fear he would get very angry if you said anything bad about them. He’d give you a speech about how it’s natural and normal and how most people have it so to be so harsh on yourself it’s utterly stupid. And while I don’t think he’s a hater of any body type, he’s also just very biased to you because he finds everything about you yummy. He likes to kiss them. He’s quietly intimate.
AUGUST
calls them “artistic” and wants to have you model for him while showing them off. He likes taking pictures of them and having them for “safe keeping” and “artistic inspiration” he wants to lick them I’m sorry he’s just freaky like that. Says they “have a taste”
🌸Gachiakuta men when your loud in bed (corvus my MANZ , Tamsy , Follo, and Jabber) ty! And I hope your having an amazing day! ✌🏻❤️
And if that makes u uncomfortable to do then those characters when reader ignores them Tysm! 🍓
Gachiakuta Men: When you’re loud in bed <3
I hope this is to your liking
Ft: Enjin, Gris, Tamsy, Corvus, Jabber, Follo
Warnings!: Smut ahead so read at your own risk
ENJIN
Enjin finds it insulting if you’re NOT loud in bed. In fact he makes a bet with himself to see just how loud he can get you. He wants to make it louder each time. Hearing you be so loud, and feel so good because of him, drives him crazy.
“You feeling good baby? That’s what i like to hear”
GRIS
He’s gonna tell you to be quiet and act worried about being heard but secretly he really likes it. It gives him an excuse to tease you. He’ll hit your sweet spot harder to make you scream his name and then pretend to be surprised when you actually do.
“I need you to be quiet, my love. Am I going to have to teach you a lesson?”
TAMSY
He enjoys hearing every moan but he’d rather not share your sweet nosies with the whole building. Tamsy will tell you to quiet down and if you don’t he stops moving. He’ll torture you with slow strokes until you can prove to him you’ll be good.
“Be good for me and I’ll keep going, darling.”
FOLLO
It makes him so nervous but he doesn’t stop you at all. In fact he wants you to keep going. He’s stuck between wanting everyone to know it’s because of HIM that you’re making those sounds and also being scared someone will say something or come knock on the door to tell you to quiet down. It would be horrifying but also an ego boost.
He’d say “you gotta quiet down baby.. we don’t want anyone to catch us.” But when you clench down at the idea of it he loses his resolve.
CORVUS
he’s a secretive man. He’d rather not have everyone know what you’ve got going on in the bed room but he’s also not stopping.
He just slows down agonizingly.
“Keep your pretty voice down and I’ll reward you, okay?”
JABBER
he loves it. He’s just as loud. In fact everyone has mentioned how they tend to leave when they see you heading to his room. He doesn’t care. The whole world can hear and that would only turn him on more.
“Keep going. I wanna hear you all night. Get louder for me, baby.”
A/n: Imagine you guys are fully dating in this one bc I feel they’d act way different when you ignore when while dating vs not dating.
This was a part of a request someone had asked for! The first part is gonna take me longer so this should hold you over sorry pookie <3 @mem7067
ENJIN
he will annoy you non stop until you answer him. He was patient with Fu and sat there way too long bugging him so he’ll definitely do the same with you. He’ll ask what he did wrong, why are you ignoring him, do you hate him, do you still love him, anything and everything until he gets something out of you. He’s extra clingy.
To really get you to finally pay attention to him again he might flirt with someone in front of you. Not seriously but enough to rile you up and hopefully get you to at least LOOK at him.
When you finally give in his whole body drops on top of you in exhaustion. “Thank god. I was dying over here. Give me some lovin. I deserve it.”
FOLLO
He’s so distraught. He can’t figure out what it is that he did wrong and that makes him even more anxious. He’s on his knees , hugging your thighs and begging you to tell him what he did wrong so he can fix it. If that doesn’t work he’s getting you as many gifts as possible until you forgive him, hand making you every meal, giving massages, etc.
Sheds a few tears when you finally give in. Hugs you so tight it’s hard to breathe and peppers kisses all over your cheeks.
“Thank you. I love you. You love me still right? Good.”
CORVUS
He won’t play these games..is what he says but he’s a fucking liar. He’ll give you space for a few hours. If you’re still upset after he’ll ask what’s wrong while wrap you in his arms. He’ll plant kisses all around your face and neck, massage your waist and arms, caress your hands with his, etc. He’s gonna try to use physical affection to get you back. He’s gonna make you tell him what’s wrong one way or another.
Just laughs when you drop it. He’ll pull you in for another hug. “See. That wasn’t so hard was it?”
TAMSY
He’s not above restraining you until you break. He’ll threaten it to try and scare you.
He’d start setting shit up and getting his instrument out like he’s really gonna do it, and he might, but it’s mostly a ploy. I think he’d try to scare/intimidate you out of it. He’d even start manipulating by saying shit like “well I must be a horrible boyfriend if you can’t even talk to me. Maybe you should get a new one since I’m so awful.”
He would wear you down with his mental gymnastics.
“I wouldn’t have to do this if you’d just tell me what’s wrong, darling.” He’s smiling and leaning down awaiting a kiss on his cheek.
JABBER
he’s also going to annoy the fuck out of you until you respond. He’s going to follow you around, poke you repetitively, yell in your ear about how much you’re hurting his soul by not responding to him, fake cry loudly.
Once you give in he’s bouncing off the fucking walls and demanding you guys go watch a movie together or something.
“YES! FINALLY! You finally came back to me. This is awesome! Let’s go out! No let’s stay in and watch a movie! No.. let’s-“
GRIS
he’s patient. He’d ask what’s up a few times and then give you space every time you don’t answer. Every time he’s ignored tho.. a little bit of his sanity cracks. Eventually he can’t take it anymore and he’d use his strength to his advantage. He’s grabbing you, lifting you up and throwing you over his shoulder. You can try to fight him but tbh I don’t think it would do much. He’d take you back to his room and then drop you on his bed and sit in front of you, arms crossed, and demand that you two talk out whatever is going on because “that’s what healthy couples do.”
Once resolved he’s gonna kiss your forehead. “I’m proud of you. I know it was hard to talk like this but you did it anyway. Thank you.” Not like you had much choice but he refused to let this ship sink.
Pre-relationship but they’re not hiding their feelings at all. Enjoy!
Ft: Enjin, Gris, Tamsy, Follo, Corvus
GRIS
You’re sitting in between two people in the dining hall. Gris and another member of the cleaners. It’s all fun and games until the other guy starts being a little too friendly with you. Gris had been enjoying his time chatting you up, but now his face has dropped. He sits there quietly watching until the guy leaves. When he finally does, Gris clears his throat. “So. Is the feeling mutual?” When you tell him no his shoulders relax. Smiling, he looks you up and down and says “Well then. that’s good for me to know.”
ENJIN
He’s watching from a distance, taking mental note of the way you react. Probably hammers down a drink or two before swiftly walking out of the room. He comes back a few minutes later to see you finally alone and he approaches. “So uh.. that guy. He making you uncomfortable?” If you say yes he’d tell you “then next time he tries something let him know you’re mine, alright?”
TAMSY
Tamsy may not have said anything yet but he felt it was pretty clear he left his mark on you. No cleaners would dare try to mess with you and face his wrath. So who else would cross that line other than some bubbling idiot that was unaware? Seeing a random person from a near by town flirt with you is utterly disgusting and laughable to him. Tamsy walks over and places an arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him. The look on his face says he’s ready to kill. “Hey, meathead. you should know theyre already spoken for.” The guy, obviously terrified, would run away. Tamsy just smiles at you 😇
FOLLO
If someone were to flirt with you via compliments then in the moment Follo would just agree with them. “Yes! They are so beautiful/handsome. I was just thinking that.” Internally he’s panicking. He’ll try to hold it in for a while but he breaks not long after and needs to know how you feel as well. Is he planning this whole relationship in his head for nothing? “So that guy. He thought you were really cute. Did you think he was cute? I mean- did you like him? Was he your type?”
OR alternatively, cause he’s got a little bite to him..
He’s gonna assume you’re uncomfortable and handle the problem himself. “Yeah, buddy. They’re not interested and you’re clearly making them uncomfortable so I’m gonna need you to take a step back.” He’s placing himself in between you two and shielding you with one arm while using the other to lightly push the guy back. He’ll protect you.
CORVUS
He won’t start a fight. He won’t even say anything to him. Corvus will just call your attention to him, pretending it’s an urgent matter. While he’s talking to you, he’s looking into the guys eyes from across the room with a smug look to say “you don’t want to play this game. I’ll win.” It’s definitely an abuse of his power as the boss but whatever works to make sure you end up as his.
Gachiakuta Men: Saying I Love You For The First Time <3
Ft: Enjin, Gris, Follo, Corvus
ENJIN
Enjin was a ladies man, a player even. He told himself that this wouldn’t go further than a few hookups and now here he is wanting more from you. He tried to push you away for a few days while stress smoking over the realization of what you really mean to him. When you confront him he’s defeated, a little angry even.
“Fuck. I love you okay? Is that what you wanna hear? Are you happy? I told myself this was a bad idea and I still fell for you. Man, I’m such an idiot.”
CORVUS
Corvus is a secretive man. No one knows his true mission with the cleaners (unless you read the manga) and he liked it that way.
You got close to him. No one expected it. He certainly didn’t. It just happened. He didn’t want to drag you into his mess, but it was too late.
“I know the risks. This is a dangerous world we live in. Being a cleaner already is a grueling task and you could lose your life at any moment. Being the boss of the cleaners, doing what I’m doing, that’s even more of a risk. I told myself long ago that I wouldn’t
Involve anyone this closely with me. I’d keep my distance and maintain the mystery, but then you came along. I found myself wanting to be closer to you. I knew if I were to let myself fall for you, let you into my world, it would put you at an even greater risk and yet I couldn’t stop my selfishness from growing. I love you. Plain as day.”
GRIS
It happens after a mission. It was a dangerous one and he took a hit head on for you. You’re angry and demanding to know why he would do something so stupid and nearly get himself killed.
“I’m fine, really. I promise. Honestly I’d do it again if it means you’re safe. I did it because I love you.”
FOLLO
He sees you getting close with someone else. It makes him feel inferior and he becomes jealous. He ends up making a mistake on a mission. You’re in the line of fire because of it and the other person has to save you. That’s when Follo loses all control and misunderstands your feelings.
“Is he better than me or something? Is that why you like him so much? He’s stronger? Better? Tell me! I can’t stand it! I love you! Me! He can’t possibly love you the way I do!”
He’s giving it right back to you. If you wanna give him a tude he’ll egg it on and he finds it funny. You’ll go back and forth for hours before he finally gives in with a sigh. “Alright. I give up. Will you just forgive me now so I can go back to loving on you?”
GRIS
He’ll take it allll day. He actually finds it cute. Any problem you have he can, and will, easily solve with a quickness. He finds it a little amusing when you try to take your anger out on him. He’ll just smile, maybe laugh a little. “What do you need from me, honey? What do you need me to do?” If you kept having an attitude from there then he has other ways of dealing with that.. I can’t get into it here tho so..email me.
FOLLO
He tries to be patient. He’ll listen and do his best to help you the whole time but if it keeps going he’s gonna slip up and give you attitude right back. He folds quickly tho. Whip your head around at him and he’s all “im so sorry, baby. Forgive me please. I’m sorry”
BRO SANTA
He’ll be quiet the entire time. Internally tho, he’s stressed and sweating. He’s back tracking the entire day to try and see what he did wrong. He’ll give a peace offering of snacks, massages, kisses, anything. “I’m not sure what I did.. and I’m sorry for that, but please let me make it up to you.”
ZODYL
He is NAWT having that. He’ll sit there and stare at you all bug eyed. He waits a few seconds and then walks away. “When you’re done acting like a child, come find me.” SASSSYYYY. If you don’t come find him, he will return and scoop you up into his arms. “Drop this attitude. Let’s enjoy a nice dinner together, yeah?”
TAMSY
He finds it amusing. “Do you expect me to play this little game along with you?” He’ll test you to see how far you’ll really take it by teasing you. He’ll lean in like he’s about to kiss you and if you try and kiss him back he’s pulling away. “And here I thought you were mad at me! Well, which is it?” He’s gonna make YOU apologize.
I’ve said it before. I’ll say it a million times. this man is hypnotized by your body. Every curve, stretch mark, mole, freckle, wrinkle, scar, ALL OF IT and he’s LOOKING all the time. Doesn’t care if he’s caught. He’ll just look you up and down again and then wink at you. He’ll look away after, smiling that you know he’s down bad, and then look again.
I fear he might be a rage bait flirter. He’d neverrr take it too far he just likes seeing you get all riled up. Kinda likes it when you’re a little pissed off. It’s all harmless teasing tho.
Get mad at him for it tho, he’s practically begging for it. Scream at him, try and punch him, whatever. He’s taking it all with a smile and telling you how hot it is. “No. Please keep going. You’re so sexy right now.” He’s a little shit.
If he sees you reading, studying, teaching, showing emotional strength or empathy, he’s walking by and whistling at you. Like a phew 😮💨. “Smart chicks are really hot.. just so ya know.”
FOLLO
He’ll find items around town that he thinks are cute and give them to you. “It was so cute. Reminded me of you, so I had to grab it.” Bro is blushing so hard the entire time.
He’ll make you a flower out of old plastic or fabric laying around and say “I just thought.. someone beautiful deserves something just as beautiful.”
He’d be a stuttering fumbling mess while trying to flirt but would make up for it with sweet comments.
“Sorry.. pretty girls just do that to me I guess.”
I think a lot of his flirting would just be accidental slip ups. Like say it’s scorching outside and you’re complaining about how hot it is and he’s not fully paying attention and under his breath mutters “yeah.. you are hot as hell.” And then is mortified he actually said that out loud.
GRIS
now hear me out .. he’s a respectful man okay.. and I think most of his flirting would be helping you out with lifting, carrying, fighting, small compliments here and there, but when he KNOWS he’s got you in the bag and just right before it’s all official this man is a FLIRT. I’m talking like a (loyal) whore of a flirt.
The second you’re alone this man is a menace. He’s staring into your eyes with a devilish look on his face and says “So, when are you gonna kiss me?” And when you stand there in shock of his boldness he goes “What? Do I have to beg?” While smiling.
He’s faking you out when you get close to it though. Staring at your lips, leaning in too close, just about to kiss you and then he suddenly pulls away. The eagerness, the anticipation, the frustration. He likes seeing it all rise and fall when you think he’s finally going to kiss you and it doesn’t happen. He also likes the little pout you do when he walks away.
He will also be walking by and slide his arm around your waist to pull you closer to him. It’s sudden and makes you tumble a bit, but he’s there to catch you of course. When you look up at him he’s like “am I so irresistible to you that you’re throwing yourself at me?” Like he didn’t make you fall into him. TEASE.
Another idea of him being a flirt would be him noticing you’re so sleepy. Hadn’t gotten much sleep the night before. So he makes you some coffee, sets it down in front of you and goes “you know, you wouldn’t have this much trouble getting to bed if you were sleeping next to me.”
A/n: just two ideas I had while daydreaming about Choso. If you wanna request more from him or any other jjk characters feel free!
His need for praise often becomes aggressive and passionate.
“Choso, you’re the best boyfriend in the entire world!”
You said it once after he had picked up your favorite snack from the local convenice store. You didn’t think much about saying it, but he did. His eyes went wide and his heart felt so full he thought it might burst. He felt like a shockwave had gone through his body.
“Did you mean that? Am I really the best boyfriend in the entire world?”
It unlocked something in him and suddenly he needed to hear you say it every day.
He spent the next week thinking about things he can do for you in order to hear you say it again. He is passionate about keeping that title.
Choso bought you more snacks, did your laundry, cleaned your room up. “Because that’s what the best boyfriend in the world would do.”
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He does not like anyone else having your attention. He is grumpy as fuck when you have to leave for work or a family event. Choso will often try and convince you to not go.
“Don’t you want to stay here with me? I’ll make you breakfast in bed, my love.”
You would love to stay with him of course, but it’s not reasonable. He’ll pout and whine and drive himself crazy with boredom until you get back.
If youre going out for the night with friends he’s extremely anxious the entire time. He will try not to show it, he knows you’re allowed to have fun, but he’s checking in every thirty mins to an hour at least. Who knows what could happen with gross men and evil curses walking around.
He once tried to quietly follow you just to be sure you were out of harms way the entire time but quickly got caught and sent home.
So now he just waits by the phone and lingers at the front door until you text or come home.
Best believe if youre too drunk or end up getting into some kind of altercation hes there in no less then five mins. Sweet boy does not play about you and your safety.
When you get flirted with.. oh boy. Hes livid and trying his best not to use his piercing blood. Hes not afraid to confront the guy, verbally or physically if need be, but he tries not to since youd get really upset with him.
Hell just give the nastiest glares and try to keep his hand or arm around yours for the remainder of the outing. He cant calm down until you comfort him and remind him that he is all you need and that you are safe here in his arms. He might however try and find the guy later.
When you are upset with him, he feels miserable. He’d do anything to make it up to you. He’s been known to drop to his knees and beg for you to look at him again, to kiss him, say one word, anything! He can’t stand you being upset or ignoring him. It feels like he’s being torn limb from limb.
Idk if you write for him? But would you be up to writing Bro Santa yearning headcanons too?
Bro Santa Yearning Headcannons!
An: reader I would ABSOLUTELY write you some bro Santa headcannons I love this big ass man.
Bro Santa is NAWT trying to hide how he feels at all. He is down bad for you and proud of it. It doesn’t even need to be said because he’s so obvious about it. If it is brought up he’ll blush but he’s not ever denying it. He’ll say you’re special to him upfront.
He is always going out of his way to do things for you. He knows you can handle yourself, but he still wants to help. That means carrying heavy items for you, staying back to walk with you while everyone else is ahead, noticing your shoe lace is untied and tying it for you, always bringing an extra jacket in case you get cold, noticing IMMEDIATELY if something is wrong and talking you through it.
Compliments GALORE. Expect him to be caught staring at least once a day. He’ll get embarrassed, looking away, rubbing the back of his neck but always admitting it.
“I just thought that color looks really nice on you.” And “your eyes.. they’re just so pretty I couldn’t help myself. Sorry.”
Very apologetic when he doesn’t need to be. He’s just overly concerned about anything upsetting or bothering you.
He is not one to get aggressive if he sees someone flirting with you. He might scowl at them since it leaves a sour taste in his mouth, but he won’t say anything unless they try to get physical. At that point he’s a little pissed off and tells them too politely to back off. “Hey pal.. they appreciate the compliments.. but they’re not interested. You should go home.” He’s so big they probably don’t wanna argue or fight. Teddy bear of a body guard.
If the kids aren’t around he’s moving to protect you first. He KNOWS you’ve got it. It’s not about thinking you’re weak or some bullshit like that. It’s him showing he cares about you and is willing to put his life on the line to protect yours. It’s a statement. He just cares so much. He’d rather be hurt than you.
He is very willing to do whatever you want at any moment. He tries to tell you no sometimes but then he starts feeling sooo bad. If he felt he was even a little mean to you he wouldn’t forgive himself for a week. Would never raise his voice or argue with you either. He’s just like yeah whatever they want is right. It’s your world and he’s just living in it fr.
:( to him you deserve everything! Everyone would say he’s whipped asf.. and he is.. but he doesn’t care as long as you’re happy. (Be nice to him 🔪)
It honestly wouldn’t take him too long to tell you how he feels.
If he sees someone eyeing you or trying to flirt he is DISGUSTED. He might even tease them to make them take a step back.
That being said, If he thinks you might like the person back he’ll ask questions or make comments in a playful manner so he doesn’t have to straight up ask if he’s got competition. “Awe. You guys looked like love birds.” And he’s like 👀
He may not have told you how special you are to him yet but if you don’t give him special treatment he is offended. What do you mean you’re not saving him a piece of cake or picking him first for missions?
I’m sorry but he’s definitely shamelessly looking at your body (yes YOUR body. body teaaa don’t play.)
He teases you extra. Way more than he does with others.
He’s grown a habit of draping his arms around you too often. He’ll be walking by and just plop his arm around your shoulder.
If you sit next to him after a mission he’ll rest his head on your shoulder to relax.
He wants you to steal a shirt or a hoodie of his so bad. He hears about it in relationships and wants that sooo bad.
Shamelessly flirts but not enough for anyone to think TOO much of it... Something like “hey gorgeous, how you doing?” Or “geez. You can’t look at a guy like that and expect him to behave.” IDK I DONT MAKE THE RULES GUYS.
Often caught looking at your lips instead of your eyes when talking. That man ain’t listening. He’s just humming along, arms crossed, nodding, and he’s got a smirk.
Makes half jokes just to see how you’ll react. “Oh no..there’s only two rooms.. guess you’ll have to bunk with me.”
A/n: so originally this was supposed to be enjin yearning headcannons but I went wayyyyy too in depth and decided to do that in a different way so here take this it took me like 6 hours. Yearning headcannons coming soon tho.
FOLLO MENTION LETS GOOO 🗣️
Warnings!!: talks of being turned on and injuries
He is in so much denial at first it’s insane.
I like to think he’s a quiet observer for a while when liking someone.
When he first met you, he didn’t think much of it. A new cleaner to help out is nice and should make his job easier. Or so he thought.
As the leader of Akuta, he has to gauge the new people. See how they fit in with the others, how they fight, take notes for training.
So he starts watching you.
For the first month or so he’s lighthearted with it. He takes note of the way you speak to others. Notices how your body language changes depending on who it is, and wonders why.
He looks from a distance again while you fight off trash beasts and makes sure to look at how you handle your weapon, help others and take damage.
Three months have passed. He’s got the info he needs so why can’t he stop watching you? He went from strategic planning to suddenly studying like he had a test coming up. It’s no longer to see your skills though.
Most of the team is at HQ, you included. Out of the excitement of a job well done, you and the girls are dancing in celebration. Enjin however, can’t pry his eyes away from every curve of your body. He stares while one of them runs her hands around your hips and he imagines being in her place instead. He tells himself that he needs to cool off and tries to shake the thought from his head. He’s driving himself crazy by thinking of feeling you up. “I’m doing too much.” He thinks. “I’ve gotta chill.”
But then it happens again.
A few weeks later, he’s at the bar in conversation with Gris, drink in hand and not listening to a goddamn word he’s saying. He’s too focused on you and your own conversation with Follo from across the bar. He’s fixated on the way your mouth moves with each word. The way your lips move so smoothly as you speak does something to him and he’s caught thinking about how soft they look. He thinks hes out of control when he sees you get up to go to the restroom and imagines cornering you in the hallway, using his umbreaker to tilt your head toward his and then leaning in to test for himself just how soft those lips really are.
He’s stressed by these thoughts of you.
A smoke break was needed. He takes a long drag thinking it all over. So what if he's physically attracted to you? That’s all it is. Hormones. Getting into something with a coworker isn’t a good idea. Feelings get involved and it gets too complicated. It’s a selfish desire that needs to be nipped in the bud. He lets it go.
It takes two things to finally crack him.
The first one happens the next week. Enjin decided to take a step back. He’d do normal combat training with you and think of you -normally-
It goes smoothly at first but of course one thing leads to another and you end up on top of him. He tripped you, not entirely on purpose, but you fall forward. He’s quick to catch you and throw his arms around your body. He’s looking down at you with that devious smile. You’ve got a disgruntled look on your face, obviously a little mad at him, but he likes it. “They’re so goddamn cute” he thinks “it’s killin me” He feels so much adoration surging through him in this moment, and he wants to feel it again, but quickly lets go and ends the training.
The second instance. Team Akuta is on a mission and gets blindsided by an ambush.
A supporter is hit and flies through the air, hitting the wall behind. They’re not moving. There’s blood everywhere. You rush to them to help, taking care of them as best you could. The second you see they’re breathing, you stand up and everyone swears they felt the air shift. Your eyes were filled with tears but you were so angry you took out the entire team by yourself. Most people wouldn’t care too much. “They’re just supporters” they say. But not to you. And not to him. Seeing how much you cared moved something in him. He pulled you into him and gave the tightest hug he could. “Everything’s gonna be okay alright? Don’t you worry about them.”
What he felt in that moment wasn’t just a physical attraction. It was something deep and emotional. He loved how caring you are. It struck him deeply.
But it also turned him on. He liked seeing you angry at him before, but this is a different level.
After seeing you so angry and finding it sooo hot Enjin cooks up an idea.
Now he wouldn’t admit it if you call him out for it…but sometimes he riles you up just to get a reaction from you and more innocently.. coax a hug out of you.
When things are lighter he’ll try catch you after a heated argument with someone or a tough fight sneak in a side hug, but it’s not enough. He wants to feel your chest on his again like those two days before.
He decided that if he can pick on you just a littttleee extra one day..it gives him an excuse to see your hot kissed off face but also find you in your room, apologize and get that sweetly comforting hug out of you.
He takes a break to smoke again and chuckles to himself. “Man… she’s got me good. Guess I just have to accept it.” He shakes his head.
Enjin may have accepted that he likes you now but that doesn’t mean he’s ready to tell you.
He is still trying his best to keep it professional for as long as possible even though he knows you so intimately now. Your favorite food, maybe picks it up every now and then and leaves it on your bed, your favorite color, your favorite music. He knows what makes you tick, and how to talk you down from it and gets comfort in you reaching out for help. You grow closer everyday.
Things stay like this for a few more months until it happens. He knew the day had to come, it just comes with the job. What he didn’t expect was how much it twisted his insides.
Seeing you get hurt so badly on a mission hurts something fierce. He was so overwhelmed with anxiety it kept him up for days. He couldn’t stop replaying the scene in his head, thinking about how he could have lost you. He’s decided it’s finally time to stop running.
When you’re sick, he will do his best not to show it but he’s PANICKING. It’s a reminder of his mother, how sick she was, and how she never got better. Sanji is terrified you might not get better and he’ll have to lose you too.
He’s at your side the entire time, doing whatever he can to take care of you. Cooking for you of course, reading to you, telling you stories of his adventures before joining the straw hats.
Once you recover he’s the most ecstatic man ever! Definitely dancing around and doting on you extra.
If he notices even a SLIGHT shiver he’s taking off his coat/jacket and putting it over your shoulders immediately.
He’s addicted to giving your arms and legs soft caresses and planting little kisses on them along the way. His eyes are soft as he takes in every inch of your body, but his chest is heavy. It’s so full of love for you that he can barely contain it. No matter your body type, he loves it. No matter the size, scars, type, color, feel, he cherishes it and takes any moment he gets to spend touching it as a blessing. He will never not be grateful that you’ve graciously given him this chance at true love.
So much so that I believe you get a letter from him every day where he dedicates his love to you by word, flowers at every new stop off the ship, massages every night before bed, if you’re ever even slightly angry or annoyed with him, he drops to his knees, teary eyed and hands clasped together in prayer.
“Mon Amour, PLEASE.” He begs. “I’ll do anything! Tell me what to do and I’ll fix it. I don’t care what it is.. just please talk to me again! I’ll be good this time I swear! I won’t ever upset you again. Whatever you say, whatever you want! Tell me and it’s yours!”
Just please, tell him what to do, he begs. He’s so pathetically in love and he does not care if someone thinks he’s a pathetic or weird. You’re his treasure. He’d be an idiot to screw this up and let you go.
Trafalgar Law: Having a Crush on a Crewmate Headcannons <3
A/N: hiii just some quick little law headcannons <3 enjoy
He’s much more relaxed when you’re around. The usually stressed and over worried man feels calmer.
“I don’t fully understand it myself.. things just.. feel lighter with you around.”
On missions or when exploring on islands for a little break, he’ll send everyone off in pairs. Even if you’re not paired with him, he somehow always “runs into” you. “Just happened to be passing by” he says.
He’s always watching you from a distance. He wants to make sure you’re always out of harms way. He’s the first to jump into action if you’re hurt in any way.
Even if it’s something small he notices immediately. A minor cut from chopping vegetables, a bruised finger from accidentally slamming it into something, you don’t have to say anything. He’ll walk up to you and pull your hand to his, inspecting it.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” He’s asks.
“About that? It’s nothing.”
“No.. no.. it’s not nothing.” He’s so soft with you, gently caressing it. “Follow me to the bay. Let’s get it fixed up.” His eyes are calm, sweet. He’s looking deep into yours, nearly pleading you to come with him. He knows it’s not that big of a deal. He won’t say it yet, but truly he just wants a little alone time with you. Something intimate and private. Just for him.
You make him laugh easily. He tries to hide it, only giving small smirks while looking away or a low chuckle, but it’s a struggle to hide it. You make it hard for him to keep his composure.
You get less chores than the others. They notice this of course and complain any time they can about it. All he says is “yeah? Well they don’t irritate me as much as you all do” plays favorites for sure.
I imagine one day you get a cut on your face. He’s getting reallll close to clean it, his palm caressing your face, eyes darting to your lips. He’s trying to hold back a smile and failing miserably. Law is silently begging you not to ask about it because he knows now just how weak he is for you. He won’t be able to hold it back anymore. It stresses him out, pisses him off a little, but he is learning to accept it.
in a quiet moment aboard the sunny, nami becomes your canvas for stars, and love takes shape through freckles, gold paint, and a map that leads exactly where it belongs... home.
a/n: happy pride month, my sapphics ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ✩‧₊
words count: 2.3k
tags: established relationship, fluff, body painting, freckles, artist!reader, love in the open, playful romance
masterlist || ao3 || ko-fi
“Sit still, babe.”
“I am still...” Nami says, lying on her stomach, bikini strap off, arms folded under her chin.
You’re sitting on the back of her thighs, comfy, like always. Her skin is warm under the sun, soft and tan, and scattered with freckles you know better than a map.
“She’s painting again!” Usopp calls from the deck.
Luffy leans over the railing “Ooh! What is it today?”
“Stars,” you say, dipping your brush into the gold paint “Always stars.”
“They’re literally on my back,” Nami says, amused “I’m becoming a constellation.”
“You are a constellation,” you say, brushing her shoulder with soft strokes “You’re my galaxy.”
She groans playfully “That’s so cheesy.”
You grin “You love it.”
“I tolerate it.”
You bend lower and kiss her shoulder “Liar.”
Chopper trots by with sunscreen “Did you put any on her first?”
“I mixed it with the paint.” you say, showing him the bottle “Doctor-approved art.”
“Okay, good!” Chopper says, then walks off with a proud little nod.
You continue your work, connecting freckles with delicate lines, small dots shining like stars.
“You know what’s funny?” you say.
“What?”
“I used to be nervous touching you. Now I sit on your butt and paint you like a canvas.”
Nami snorts “That was your nervousness. I’ve always wanted you to touch me.”
You pause, brush in the air “…Wait, really?”
She glances back, smiling “Have you seen your hands? Of course I did.”
You blink, heart fluttering “Okay, wow. You can’t just say things like that.”
“Why not?”
“Because now I’m gonna mess up this star.”
She laughs and lays her head down again “You won’t. You’re too good.”
Zoro walks by with a yawn “What is it today? Orion again?”
“Nope,” you say proudly “Custom constellation. I call it ‘Nami’s back on a Tuesday’.”
“Sounds dumb.” he mutters.
“It’s art,” you say “Shush.”
You keep painting as Nami hums softly under you. Her body relaxes, the sunlight catching in her hair. You trace another freckle and smile.
“Almost done” you whisper.
“Take your time,” she says “I like when you look at me like that.”
You smile wider, fingers dancing like stardust on her skin.
You dot the last gold star just above her shoulder blade.
“There,” you whisper “All finished.”
Nami lifts her head slowly “Yeah?”
You climb off her, careful not to smudge anything. She stretches like a cat, then sits up, glancing over her shoulder.
“Can I see it?”
“Of course.” You grab a small mirror and hold it out.
She tilts it. Her eyes scan your work. A soft smile grows on her lips “It’s actually… beautiful.”
You beam “Told you. Star girl.”
Nami stands, pulling her bikini top back on “Alright,” she says, voice low but playful “Your turn.”
You blink “Huh?”
She turns to you, that smile creeping up slowly, like the sun over the ocean. Her eyes light up. It’s dangerous. It’s slow-motion.
“You heard me.”
“Oh no.”
“Oh yes.” she says, pulling a pen out from somewhere. You don’t even want to know.
“Nami—wait, what are you going to do?”
“You don’t have freckles,” she says, walking toward you, pen in hand “So I’ll have to make my own.”
You try to step back. You don’t get far. She grabs your wrist and pulls you down onto the towel.
“Be still, babe.”
“That’s my line!”
“Too late.”
She straddles your hips, eyes locked on yours. The pen clicks open.
“Where are you starting?” you ask, voice suddenly quieter.
She taps your collarbone “Right here.”
The tip of the pen touches your skin. It’s not cold, but it makes you shiver anyway.
“What are you drawing?” you ask.
She doesn’t answer right away. She’s focused, her face calm, soft. Her free hand rests gently on your side. You feel like you’re being studied, loved, memorized.
“Lines,” she says finally “Like on maps. Routes. Paths.”
You swallow “To where?”
Nami smiles without looking up “To you.”
Your heart actually skips. You’re sure of it.
“You’re not joking, are you?”
“Do I look like I’m joking?”
You glance down. She’s drawing the finest, cleanest line you’ve ever seen. It curls delicately over your ribs, like wind on a chart.
You whisper “That’s beautiful.”
She looks up “It’s like it's permanent... at least in my head. That counts.”
“You’re going to kill me.” you say.
She leans in, kisses your jaw “Good.”
You’re lying back now, arms above your head, breath calm but heart anything but.
Nami’s still drawing, head bent, tongue between her teeth like she’s charting a course across a dangerous sea, except it’s your chest, your stomach, your hips.
You don’t dare move.
“Do you even know what you’re doing?” you whisper.
“I’m the best navigator in the world,” she says “I know exactly what I’m doing.”
She draws a tiny compass just under your ribs. Her fingertip brushes your skin to keep the line steady, and it makes you shiver again.
“You’re unreal” you say.
“And you’re mine.” she replies without missing a beat.
You cover your face with both hands “Ugh, stop—I’m gonna melt.”
“Too late,” she murmurs “You’re already soft.”
You peek through your fingers, and she’s smirking. Her face is so close now. She leans in, brushing her nose against yours, eyes playful but warm.
You whisper, “Nami…”
She whispers back, “Yeah?”
You don’t even know what you were going to say.
Your hands slide up to cup her face. Her lips brush yours...
“Hey, dinner’s—OH NOPE.”
It’s Sanji. He sees Nami straddling you, pen still in hand, your shirt half off, the two of you inches from kissing.
He immediately spins around “I DIDN’T SEE ANYTHING! I’M SORRY! I LOVE RESPECTING BOUNDARIES!!”
He leaves.
Silence.
Then Nami starts laughing. Really laughing.
You bury your face in her shoulder “I want to die.”
She’s wheezing “His face! I wish I could’ve take a photo!”
You groan “We’re never eating again. You know that, right?”
“He’ll recover,” she says, wiping a tear from her eye “Eventually.”
You stay there a second longer. You can still feel the map she’s drawn on your skin. Lines that lead nowhere but her.
You finally make it to the dining room.
You and Nami walk in like nothing happened. Calm. Casual. Not suspicious at all.
Well, Nami walks in like that. You look like someone who just got caught kissing in class.
Sanji avoids eye contact. Like, completely.
He sets down a plate in front of you with such precision, you’d think it was a bomb “Here you go, miss. Chef’s apology. Extra noodles. I deeply regret having eyes.”
You mutter, “Thanks…” and sit down. Carefully.
Nami smirks as she slides into the seat next to you, elbow brushing yours on purpose. Her bikini top is still loose, star-map fully visible.
You lean in “You want people to see it, don’t you?”
She grins “It’s good work. I’m just showing off the artist.”
You shake your head “You’re evil.”
Then it happens.
“Whoa, whoa, is that new?” Luffy leans across the table, pointing at Nami’s back.
“Yep,” she says proudly, turning a little so everyone can see “Look at the stars she gave me.”
Usopp leans in too “You added that cluster right above the spine, didn’t you? Nice touch.”
“I liked the balance.” you say without thinking.
And just like that, you’re in it.
“Wait, wait,” Chopper says, climbing up onto the bench beside you “Turn your shirt a bit. I wanna see the compass Nami drew!”
“No no no no—”
Too late.
Nami gently lifts the hem of your shirt with one finger, just enough to show the lines she made earlier. Fine black ink swirls like sea routes, anchored by a tiny compass near your ribs.
Robin leans forward, curious “It’s like she drew her way home.”
You freeze “…Huh?”
“She made a map to you,” Robin says simply, smiling “It’s very romantic.”
You don’t know what to do with your face. It’s on fire.
Zoro glances over “Looks like a tattoo.”
“IT’S A PEN,” you blurt “A TEMPORARY pen!”
Luffy nods like this is incredibly serious “Too bad. That’d be a cool real one.”
Sanji, finally turning back around, sighs dreamily “A map made by Nami… drawn on her beloved. That’s love. That’s art.”
“I’m not her beloved.” you mutter.
Nami drops her chopsticks and grabs your chin “You literally are. Look at your side.”
You just sit there. Melting.
Everyone goes back to eating like nothing happened, but Nami leans closer, whispering in your ear, “You’re so cute when you’re embarrassed.”
You cover your face “I hate you.”
She kisses your cheek “Liar.”
Later that night, the ship is calm. Most of the crew has gone to bed or passed out somewhere with a snack.
You and Nami are alone in the bathroom.
She sits on the edge of the tub, wrapped in a towel, gold stars still scattered across her back. You stand behind her with a warm cloth in hand.
“Ready?” you ask.
She nods “Be gentle. I want to pretend they’re still there.”
You smile, dipping the cloth again “You’re so dramatic.”
“And you love it.” she says without turning around.
You start wiping her back slowly, careful with every stroke. The paint comes off easy with warm water, but you move slow anyway.
“You really liked this, huh?” you ask.
Nami hums “Mm-hmm. You always make me feel like a piece of art.”
You pause for a second. Then lean in “You always are.”
She tilts her head, glancing back “You’re gonna make me fall in love with you all over again.”
You kiss her shoulder gently “Good.”
When her back is clean, she stands “Okay. Now you.”
“I can do it alone,” you say, picking up another towel “Mine’s not on my back.”
She raises one eyebrow “So?”
“So… I don’t need help.”
She shrugs and steps closer “I know. I just want to touch you again.”
Your whole body heats up.
You say, “Oh.” Very intelligently.
Nami leans in and pulls your shirt over your head slowly, like she’s unwrapping something fragile. Her fingers skim your waist, your stomach.
You whisper, “You’re really taking this seriously, huh?”
“Of course,” she murmurs “This map is mine.”
You both end up near the tub again. It’s still warm. Still full. She dips a toe in.
“Wanna share?” she asks, looking at you over her shoulder.
You pause “You mean like…”
“Like a bath. With me. Now,” she says “Unless you’re scared of drowning.”
You scoff “You’re the storm. I’m already drowning.”
She grins and steps in “Then hurry up and sink with me.”
The tub is warm, almost too warm, but perfect once you’re in, limbs tangled, knees bumping, soft sighs against collarbones. Nami settles between your legs, back to your chest, hair up in a loose bun that’s already starting to fall apart.
You wrap your arms around her waist instinctively. She hums like it’s a lullaby made just for her.
“Comfy?” you murmur, brushing her damp skin with your fingertips.
“Mm-hmm,” she says, leaning back into you, “You’re warm.”
“You’re in hot water.”
“Not the same,” she says, tilting her head so it rests just beneath your chin, “You’re better.”
You smile against her hair, arms tightening slightly. The water laps gently around you, soft with bubbles and scented faintly with whatever soap Sanji snuck into the cabinet. Probably expensive. Probably lavender.
Nami shifts, and you feel the last traces of the map under your ribs dissolve.
“You erased my compass.” she says.
“Technically, you erased it,” you say, “You insisted.”
“True,” she sighs, “Still kind of miss it.”
“I could draw it again tomorrow.”
She’s quiet for a moment, then whispers, “Would you really?”
You nod, nuzzling her shoulder “Every morning, if you wanted.”
She doesn’t answer right away. You feel her heartbeat though, where her back meets your chest. It’s steady. Solid. Real.
“You’re way too sweet.” she says eventually, voice soft but amused.
“You say that like it’s a bad thing.”
“No,” she says, turning slightly to meet your eyes, “It’s just... I’m not used to it. Not like this.”
You study her face, the tired happiness in her eyes, the freckles still peeking across her nose, the faint shimmer of leftover gold on her shoulder. You lean in and kiss it. Right where the last star used to be.
“Get used to it.” you whisper.
She laughs under her breath “Bossy.”
You grin “Only a little.”
The water sways around you as she shifts again, turning in your arms this time, draping her arms lazily around your shoulders. Her smile is sleepy now, her legs stretching out along yours.
“You make me feel soft.” she says, resting her forehead against yours.
“You are soft,” you say “Under all the teeth and sass and stealing my last dumpling.”
She gasps “That dumpling was abandoned!”
“It was resting.”
“It was mine.”
You’re both laughing now, quietly, in the echoing calm of the ship’s little bathroom.
After a few more minutes of soaking, she starts tracing shapes on your chest with one finger. Not words, not stars... just soft, slow lines that don’t go anywhere.
“Mapmaking again?” you ask.
“Nope,” she says, smiling faintly, “Just reminding myself you’re here.”
You fall quiet.
And that’s enough. Just that. The water, the warmth, her body curled into yours like you’re a harbor she’s anchored in.
Later, you both dry off in lazy silence, wrapped in towels, stealing kisses between steps. She braids her hair loosely, you hand her her pajamas. She tosses you yours with a smug, “You better not take ten years getting dressed.”
You do.
She waits anyway.
And when you both finally crawl into bed, her bunk (because she insisted) it’s under the stars you once painted, the faint scent of soap still on her skin.
She curls into you, hand on your chest, leg over yours, tangled and close.
“You still feel like a constellation” you whisper.
She yawns “You’re gonna say stuff like that every night, aren’t you?”
“Probably.”
She smiles against your neck “Good.”
And then she falls asleep just like that. Safe. Still. Home. Love.
Hi! Hope u have a nice day. If it's ok with you and haven't been done yet, may i request a hcs where ace x oblivious reader. Where ace actually not a womanizer (or manizer idk what to call it, peopleizer), but he's actually try to flirt for real this time, where reader is vv oblivious because they take anything as a joke and laugh it off. May i see the hcs where we can see his frustrations toward reader? Thank you very much, it's completely okay if you're not ok with this <33
I love you, you idiot!- Portgas D. Ace x reader.
An//: sorry this took me so long. I get weirdly aggressive about making my Ace fics feel perfect and end up stressing out and putting it off lmao but it’s finally here and I’m happy with the final result. Let me know what you think! I hope it fits what you were looking for <3
Cw: Reader is called beautiful, use of y/n like once. Think that’s it idk 🤷♀️ enjoy!
1.6k words!
Ace was a pretty man. No doubt he caught the attention of all the girls when he’d pass through town. Once he walks through the room it’s like the sun has suddenly risen after a lifetime of lonely, cold nights. Ace had the kind of beauty that made everyone wonder where he had been all their lives.
Ace didn’t seem to notice any of it. When he did, he paid them no mind. It was invisible to him, because there was you.
You noticed though. The longing stares, drink offers and slight arm touches. Seeing others fawn over him, the man you wish were only yours, makes you sick. Truly you understood why he was so well liked. He was stunning. What made it worse was that if you spent enough time with him, as you have, you’d find that his heart was even more beautiful than the freckles that kiss his cheeks or the muscles that dance over his toned body. He is loving, caring, compassionate. He felt everything deeply and wore his heart on his sleeve. Part of you wishes those girls could see that side of him too, that he’s not just abs and a pretty face, but to think of them knowing him in the ways you do makes you feel even more sick.
Ace wasn’t afraid to show off the love he held in his heart with those around him either, and being particularly fond of you, he’d find himself frequently doing whatever he could to make your day easier. He doted on you and he enjoyed every second of it. He wants your attention, and secretly needs your praise. You noticed it starting with small efforts such as mentioning how beautiful he thought you look in a new outfit or sitting just slightly closer each time you’d sit down for dinner together and offering you bites of his meal. Gradually it became larger things like stealing you a knickknack when the crew would dock on a new island, or carrying things when you got tired.
He was trying everything he could to get your attention. Despite his best efforts, Ace doesn’t seem to phase you at all. How could you not notice his obviousness? The way his heart races, face glowing brighter than the embers of his flames, the way he stares with hearts in his eyes, like you’re the most magical thing in the world. You are a dopamine hit that he craves more and more with each passing day.
What he didn’t know was that when your heart would start to get too hopeful that he liked you back, and when you’d stare into his pretty eyes for far too long and start to imagine a future, you’d reel yourself back. ‘This can’t mean anything’ you’d tell yourself. Seeing how loved he was, how wanted and adored, you couldn’t bring yourself to imagine this was more than him being friendly. Not when he could have anyone he wanted.
On his end, he’d become so frustrated he needed a solution. So here he sat with Marco, both men doing their best to come up with a plan on how to make you see that he loves you. Marco is standing by the door of his room, leaning against the wall. Ace is drowning in despair on the bed, moping.
“I dunno man. What more can you do? You’ve basically got ‘I love you.’ Tattooed on your forehead here.” Marco isn’t wrong, Ace knows this, but it still pisses him off.
“Come on man! Be serious! I’m dying out here.” Ace whines, sinking further into the sheets.
Marco has seen it all play out. Everyone has. It seems the only person not in the know is you. Everyone is frustrated for Ace, Marco in particular is tired of hearing his complaining. “Look. You’re gonna have to stop being a wuss and just tell them.”
Ace shoots him an ugly look. “I am not a wuss!” He yells.
Marco smirks. “If youre not a wuss, why haven’t you walked up to them and said ‘hey why haven’t you noticed I’m so pathetically in love with you, please date me’”
Ace groans even though he again knew Marco was right. He’d done everything BUT just come out and say it. He feared that if you couldn’t see it already, maybe it meant you didn’t feel the same. He can feel the frustration bubbling inside him. Part of him wants to scream, part of him wants to cry.
He thought by now you’d figure it out. He didn’t want to admit it, but he was terrified.
Ace sighs. “It’s not that simple, Marco.”
“It is that simple you idiot! You’re gonna sit here and play games forever unless you just say it! They’ve always accepts your gifts, they’ve never complained about you being so damn clingy, they look at you like you’re a damn god, Ace! Just do it already you’re killing me here!”
His heart pounds at the thought. Would it be better to let this go on forever, to never say a word and still be able to keep you close? Or would it be better to take the risk of losing you for the risk of getting to love you more openly? Ace takes a deep breath and lets go of all his energy for the night. This conversation had exhausted him. He grew tired. ‘It might be best to just die’ he thought.
“Have you ever thought-“ Marco adds. “That maybe they act this way cause they see how others treat you? Maybe it’s hard for them to think you’d be interested when they have to see girls fighting to buy you a drink every night.” Marco knew you well enough to know that this was exactly the case, but Ace isn’t always the easiest to talk to. He often didn’t care to listen to reason. Luckily this time he did.
The realization hit Ace like a train. He knew people flirted every now and then, but he always rejected them and immediately turned his attention to you. If this was the sole reason for you to not understand his feelings for you, he might burn down every bar in sight. Upon hearing this, all the once depleted energy had suddenly surged back into him. ‘What a stupid idea’ he thinks. How stupid of you to think any of those girls mattered, that they mattered more than you. You were his everything, all he thought about, all he needs. He knew if he didn’t use this wave of energy, he’d chicken out the next day. He had to tell you right now or he might never have the courage again.
Ace thanked Marco and ran out of the room.
He pushed past each crew mate despite their dismay, running around the ship like a mad man to find you. And there you were sitting by yourself, reading a book under a shaded area of the deck. He feels his chest tighten and he’s not sure if it’s because of how beautiful you look, or because he’s about to put everything on the line.
“Y/n!” Hard footsteps pounding on the deck make their way toward you. You don’t need to turn to know who it is. It’s always him. He’s there, a flower in hand, one he had stolen while on his rampage through the ship, and a slight flush on his cheeks. He’s out of breath but still manages to speak. “So.. uh.” He thinks his nerves might kill him. He can’t even look you in the eye. He shoves the flower in your face, looking away. He’s a complete mess, but continues. “I.. wanted to give you this flower because… well, it reminded me of you.. you know.. cause you’re so pretty and stuff.” He stammers the words out, and coughs, clearing his throat in attempt to get his nerves down. It doesn’t work.
Your face lights up. It’s truly a beautifully romantic gesture, but your heart begins to ache. There’s no way this could mean what you want it to right? “Wow Ace! That’s so sweet of you.” You tried to mask the sorrow, but did poorly. “You’re such a good friend to me.”
Aces body freezes in place, his face contorting. ‘Friend.’ He thinks. ‘They called me their friend…’ he hates himself for it, but he thinks you might be a little dumb. The thought of being just your friend nearly disgusts him and for a second he forgets what he came here for, the thought lost in the chaos of his mind. He wants to turn and run, his body tells him to, but he thinks of Marco. He thinks of how he’d never stop making fun of him he if chickens out, and he thinks of the conversation they had before. He takes a deep breath. ‘They don’t get it. They need the words.’
“Y/n.” He says sternly, like he meant business. He no longer had the will to mess around. He watches as you bite your lip in anxiety and watches as your saddened eyes slowly lock with his. “You know what..” he huffs in impatience. He didn’t care anymore. If this meant he had any chance of loving you then it was worth the risk. Ace quickly grabs you by the shoulders, pulling you toward him and aggressively places a kiss on your lips before pushing you back, looking into your eyes again. “Do you get it now?” He says annoyed.
Your lips tingle with shock and excitement and now you’re the one frozen in place. Words fail you for a moment and all you can muster is the biggest grin anyone has ever seen. It makes Ace smile as well. That’s a smile a man would go to war for, and he would.
