Those Freckles - Oneshot AU (Marco x Reader)

Those Freckles – Oneshot AU |Contest Entry|
Marco x Reader

“Go, Connie!”, Sasha yelled in your ears, make you wince.

You were watching the football game with your friends, although you would rather be at home in your computer or watching a movie. But Marco had asked for you to watch the game and you just couldn’t say no to him.

“Look at him go”, you whispered, your eyes on Marco.

“Yeah, he’s really good”, Krista added. “You guys have this! Go get ‘em!”, she cheered, making Reiner smile.

“Tch. Look at Eren. How did he even managed to get on the team? He sucks!”, Jean groaned.

“You’re just saying that because you got yourself kicked off for arguing with him and he didn’t”, Annie said.

“Hell no. I’m saying it because it’s the truth!”, Jean raised his voice, earning a few stares.

“Shut up, Jean. I’m trying to watch the game”, you replied.

“Yeah, Jean. Can’t you see that (f/n) is too busy staring at Marco? Your talking his distracting her”, Ymir mocked.

Blushing, you turned your attention towards the game, trying not to stare at Marco, but failing miserably.

You heard Jean and Armin chuckling, but you decided to ignore them.

“C’mon, Connie! You got this!”, Sasha screamed once again.

Connie looked at her and waved, making the other team gain the possession of the ball.

Groaning, you followed the ball with your eyes, crossing your fingers for the best.

The guys were already loosing, and with only ten minutes to go, it was practically impossible for them to win over the game. But you were hoping that they would manage to, at least, maintain their dignity. After all, the football team did have a reputation.

Marco managed to take the ball away from the other team and he advanced through the field, being closely followed by Eren and Reiner.

Screaming out his name, you got up from your seat, filled with excitement.

“GO MARCO!”, Krista yelled.

Eren and Reiner managed to block the other players and the only thing standing between Marco and a goal for his team was the goalkeeper. He leaned to one side, diverting the defender’s attention, and he shot the ball to the opposite side, scoring.

A huge cheer erupted from your group, as all of you jumped up and down, screaming out Marco’s name.

He looked over at his friends and waved, smiling.

You blushed, you knew it probably wasn’t for you, but that boy had the prettiest smile you had ever seen.

Noticing the redness of your face, Ymir wrapped her arm around your shoulders, forcing you to sit by her side.

“Say, (f/n). Don’t you just love those freckles?”, she whispered into your ear.

Your face heated up. You looked over at the tanned male. The way his body moved, his tight shirt revealing his muscles, and those freckles. You just loved those freckles. He was too much to handle. And way out of your league, too.

“Maybe Marco has freckles on his dick”, she said, this time louder.

You widened your eyes, letting out a shocked gasp.

Everyone had heard what Ymir said, and they all started to laugh, Jean being the loudest. Even Mikasa let out a chuckle.

Covering your face with your hands, you tried to ignore them, but it wasn’t really working.

“I bet you’re dying to find out”, Ymir continued, a smirk on her face.

All of them knew you had a crush on Marco, due to the fact that you couldn’t be around him without choking on your own words and becoming a flustered mess.

“If you do find out, please tell us, (f/n)!”, Jean grinned, grabbing on to his stomach.

“Shut up”, you managed to say, raising your head from your hands.

“There, there, (f/n)…”, Krista comforted you, massaging your back.

You smiled at the small goddess, as the sound that signalled the end of the game filled the stadium.

The boys had lost, but not by much.

You were about to leave with your friends, when you noticed Marco running towards you.

You waved at your friends, trying to ignore the grins on their faces, and waited for Marco.

The tall freckled boy soon reached you, and you two stood there awkwardly, looking at each other.

He rubbed the back of his neck as if he was nervous about something.

“Um. M-Marco?”, you asked, curious.

“Ah? Oh! Yeah, right”, he sighed. “Um, (f/n)… Would you… um”, he sighed again.

You looked at him, raising an eyebrow. You were intrigued. Normally, you were the one stuttering and not being able to say what was on your mind, not Marco.

“Would you like to go on a date with me?”, he whispered, looking down.

Your eyes widened in shock, and you just stared at him in silence, trying to figure out what he just said. It didn’t make any sense. Why would he ask you out on a date? You, of all people.

You placed your hand on your fast paced heart, as if to calm it down.

You tried to turn your scrambled thoughts into a coherent sentence, but failed miserably. The words just wouldn’t come out of your mouth.

‘Damn it! Just speak, (f/n)! He probably thinks I hate him and that’s why I’m not saying anything. Fuck. Get your shit together, (l/n)’.

Taking a deep breath, you jumped towards him and shot your arms out to hug him by the waist.

He jumped back slightly, clearly surprised at your reaction, but quickly returned the hug.

“I-I’d love that, Marco”, you whispered against his chest.

You felt something warm at the top of your head, and heard him chuckling.

Smiling, you parted the hug, and stepped back. Your face was bright red.

“I guess I’ll come pick you up at around 8?”, he said with a chuckle.

“Fine by me!”, you said cheerfully.

              ***

You were so nervous it was almost unbearable.

Your hands were shaking so badly that you had to redo your eyeliner 3 times, and when you thought you were ready to go, you realised you forgot to actually put clothes on.

‘Get it together, (f/n)!’, you ordered at yourself, ‘It’s just Marco’.

You took a deep breath, trying to calm yourself.

Suddenly you heard your phone ring from across the room. You rushed towards in an almost supernatural speed, and saw Marco’s face on the screen. You picked it up and answered.

“H-Hey, Marco!”, you greeted.

“Hey, (f/n)! Um. I-I’m outside of your house, erm. Are you ready?”, he replied.

“Yeah! Just gimme a sec and I’ll be right there!”.

You put your phone in your jean’s pocket and picked up your bag. You looked around to see if you were forgetting something.

Moving to the door, you stopped to see your reflection on the mirror next to it. You clicked your tongue.

‘My eyeliner’s not even. And my hair’s a mess. Oh well’, you shrugged your shoulders and left the house, crossing your fingers for luck.

Immediately, you spotted Marco. A smile took over your face at the sight. He was leaning against his car, holding a single white rose.

You walked towards him. His eyes widened when he noticed you.

You looked down and blushed, you tried to look differently from what you normally do, so you decided to wear a (f/c) dress, instead of the normal t-shirt-jeans-shoes thing that you did every day.

‘Is it too much?’, you asked yourself.

“Y-You look lovely, (f/n)…”.

You looked up at Marco and your entire face went even redder, if that was even possible.

He ran a hand through his hair, he seemed almost as nervous as you were.

“Oh! Umm… T-This is for y-you!”, he offered you the rose he was holding.

You took it from his hand, smiling.

“T-That was a really nice thing to do, Marco!”, you complimented as you sniffed the flower.

His cheeks turned pink.

“T-Thanks”, he cleared his throat. “I didn’t want to give you a red one, because you told me once you don’t like those”, you raised an eyebrow at him. You had only mentioned it once in his presence. “A-And white roses symbolize purity and innocence, and that’s how I see you”.

You just stood there, staring at him with a huge smile on your face. He smiled back, glad you liked his gift and didn’t find it creepy.

“Um. So… Let’s get going?”, he asked.

“Sure”.

              ***

“That was lovely, Marco!”, you cheered as you stepped out of the car.

Marco drove you home, after you two had dinner at a restaurant. Even though both of you were extremely nervous, there was never a moment of awkward silence between the two of you. Either you talked about that really cool anime that you loved and Marco listened with a huge smile on his face, or he talked about football and movies that he wanted you to see and you just stared at his cute little freckles with an adoring look to your face.

“I’m glad you liked it!”, he said, walking you to your front door.

“I loved it!”, you looked at him, smiling.

He smiled back. Even with poor lighting you could clearly see his freckles, and they were so adorable.

‘Damn, those freckles’, you thought to yourself.

Suddenly, you remembered the little comment that Ymir maid that morning. About whether Marco had freckles on his dick or not.

Your face heated up, making you look like a tomato, as mental pictures of what those particular freckles might look like, flooded your mind. You blinked a couple of times, trying to erase your previous perverted thoughts from your brain. It didn’t work.

“(F/n)? Are you all right?”, Marco asked, worried at the sudden redness of your face.

“What? Y-Yeah! Of course I’m alright! Why wouldn’t I be?”, you giggled nervously.

Chuckling, Marco leaned in and placed a soft, gentle kiss on your cheek, leaving you agape.

“Let’s do this again, shall we?”, he purred into your ear.

We then walked to his car, leaving you there completely shocked and with your mouth open.

“Hell yeah”, you whispered to yourself.

-Bonus Ending-
“Sooo…. Does Marco have freckles on his deck, or not?”, Ymir asked with a smirk.

“Shut up!”, you yelled, blushing heavily, as you threw her your maths book.