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the good and the gone // marco

"He's too nice," you scoffed. Jean elbowed your arm.

"At least he's not an asshole," Jean remarked.

You tolled your eyes and stomped towards Marco who was apologizing to Eren for knocking him over in literal hand-to-hand combat. You grapped his arm and nodded to Eren, who seemed confused with Marcos excessive apologies.

"I've beat Jean to many times, care to switch partners?" you asked, already leaving, "Jean!" you called, "you're with Eren now!"

"What?!" he complained, "No way, not the maniac, you go with—" you didn't care what else he said, as you knew he didn't really have a choice.

"I was fine, Y/N," Marco said, in that terribly calming voice, "Eren said it wasn't a big deal."

"Marco, of course it wasn't a big deal," you tolled your eyes and backed away from him, in a ready position, "its combat training. Now come at me."

"I don't—"

"Come on," you insisted, not wanting to deal with his overwhelming innocence. You knew at this rate he wouldn't last a second fighting anyone if he was too scared to hurt their feelings. "for ymirs SAKE MARCO—"

"Okay, okay," he said, entering a more prepared stance. He swung at your shoulder, obviously avoiding your head. While he was open, you swung your foot at his legs, making him trip, but he managed to stay on his feet.

While he wobbled, you swung at his side, flipping him downwards. This time, he fell.

"Try harder."

"Sorry," he said shaking the dust out of his hair. You temporarily dropped your guard, his simple apology was making you feel bad for being so aggressive in comparison to his caring nature.

But he stood back up and tried again to win. Each time you restarted the drill, he seemed to try harder to win, but never with hatred or anger to drive him. It was honestly pretty impressive.

Eventually, it was your free hour where you were allowed to do whatever you wanted as long as you weren't called for duty. Marco's schedule aligned with yours at the time, so you both could be found sitting on a bench outside the training area.

Today it was particularly cold, so the both of you were bundled up in the coats distributed by the Cadet Corps. Your breath was visible in front of you, and seeing Marco's breath felt strange. It made you wonder what he was thinking about.

"I wonder how long it will be until something goes wrong," you thought aloud, glancing at the still wall that separated you from hell.

"Things have been going right for a while though, haven't they?" Marco pointed out, looking at you.

What followed was not normal. Your cheeks should not have heated up, considering it was cold outside, nor should you have been so interested in Marco's face.

"Don't jinx it," you said, hiding you face by looking back at the wall, "because I've got a feeling when something does go wrong," you were being honest now, "it'll go horribly wrong."

"Or maybe not," Marco replied with his endless optimism. Your eyebrows furrowed, astonished he was so optimistic. He was wrong, of course. Eventually titans would break in and things would, in fact, go horribly wrong. You knew it was inevitable.

"It has to go downhill eventually," you muttered.

"I think it's better to look at the better side of things," he said, and you noticed him look at you out of the corner of your eye, making your stomach twist in a fluttery way.

"And when everything goes to hell," he joked, "use the power of friendship to fix everything."

You laughed and hesitantly looked at him, feeling as though your locked gaze was permanent. You wanted to look away, you tried to look away, but you couldn't.

And that was when you found yourself leaning towards his face, and him leaning towards yours. Your eyes fluttered closed and your lips met his, making your stomach erupt with butterflies.

The kiss was quick, but it wasn't the only one. You did not intend to kiss Marco, nor did you intend to kiss him multiple times, but you knew on the inside it was going to happen sooner or later.

"See," Marco said after you both let go, "another good side of things is I just got to kiss Y/N L/N."

"Do not tell Jean," you said, your entire existence hot with embarrassment. You even took your coat off and sat on it, looking away from Marco. "He'll never let it go."

"I won't either," Marco commented matter-of-factly.

Your heart skipped a beat at his remark, and you sighed, overwhelmed with the insane amount of emotions you just felt. You were about to lose your mind over the optimistic freckled-kid. This couldn't possibly be right, even if you almost wanted it to be.

You looked back at Marco, not even able to make eye contact at first and simply staring at his freckles. When you did manage to meet his smiling eyes, you changed your mind. This was definitely right, and you sure as hell wanted it to be.

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bye cuz i tried so hard to make this but i could barely write it as marco is not my.. type...

anyway its not great but i tried

thanks for reading bestie tho <33

-q