Panic Mode

                                    

                                          
            
                          
Marco: I fucked up! 
                          
Thatch: I'm trying to sleep man
                          
Marco: I kissed F/N before I left for work 
                          
Thatch: Thats a hilarious string of autocorrects   
                          
Marco: She did my tie and we were talking and I just kissed her on the cheek
                          
Thatch: on the cheek?!
                          
Thatch: I could be sleeping right now and you're talking about pecks on the cheek?!
                          
Marco: cmon man. You know there are reasons I never do that stuff with her
                          
Thatch: yeah 10 years ago. 
                          
Thatch: she's an adult now
                          
Marco: but she just got out of a relationship
                          
Thatch:yeah... you never had good timing
                          
Thatch: now leave me alone    
                          
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It really wasn't a big deal. Luffy, Thatch and Ace kissed your forehead and cheek all the time. Sabo even had a few special occasions like your birthday or the time you got caught under the mistletoe a few years ago. But never Marco. He'd ruffle your hair to make you mad or slap your back and of course if the time called for it, a good old innocent side hug. He hugged his brothers often and well, you'd seen him kiss more girls than you'd care to remember. 
                          
Now that you think about it why did you seem to be the one being singled out here? This was getting depressing. 
                          
Your thoughts shifted to his warm and surprisingly soft lips. How he gently swayed with you while you cried into his shirt two months ago.  
                          
Ugh. What is this?
                          
It was just too comfortable, completely natural and required zero effort. Like everything you ever did with Marco. Though Ace was your best friend and by far the closest brother to you he was incredibly hard headed; as was Luffy. You'd swear they were related by blood. Sabo always did his own thing and was far too clean and polite to have been raised in this house. Thatch was the group mom despite his mischievous streak. He was always stopping you from making a mess and making sure you learned your lesson.     
                          
Familiar feelings bubbled through your chest. 
                          
It was nothing. It was nothing. It was nothing. 
                          
"I know that face." Ace smirked pushing the bottoms of his feet flush with yours as you laid on opposite ends on the sofa. 
                          
"You don't." You replied flatly. 
                          
"Mhm ~" He hummed, "You're thinking ab-" 
                          
"Ace," You interrupted raising your right leg, "If you ever want to have kids you won't finish that sentence." 
                          
"OK geez." The raven whined protectively cupping his groin. 
                          
"F/N!" Thatch shouted from the kitchen, "Set the table. Dinner is almost ready."
                          
You pushed yourself off the couch and slinked into the kitchen. Marco was pulling plates down from the cabinet so you counted out and gathered utensils. 
                          
Family dinner was something pops made sure happened as often as possible. There were usually at least two or three of you missing during dinner on week nights which is why no matter what everyone came together on Sunday evenings, no devices allowed, for dinner. Tonight, Sabo and Luffy would be out and Thatch had to leave as soon as he was done eating for his shift at the bar.