to whoever on the Typeface Tournament said that libre baskerville is "close enough to times new roman to fool any nitpicky English teacher, but a few pixels bigger to pad out the length of your essays", you've saved my ass today. also we're at 237 submissions and i feel out my depth
Imagine the Marco flirting with you during a fight
During a fight between the Whitebeard pirates and the red hair pirates
Marco: *Spots you in the brawl on a cliff, and ignores Benn shooting at him in favor of going over to see you* Oi! (y/n), You look great*
You: *covered in sweat, seawater, and blood* What! *stabs a pirate in the shoulder and cuts his leg taking him out of the fight*
Marco: *heals his comrade*, So, how are you doing?
You: Every time, every time Marco. Every time our crews meet, be it in passing or combat, you always find me to flirt. Why? I have told you repeatedly that I do not care for you in that way.
Marco: Come on, at this part it's just part of our greeting ritual, plus you're a good fighter and take down a lot of our low ranks. It's just good strategy for me to follow you around, we gotta keep your crew at bay while the bosses fight. Plus you do care, you haven't attacked me once.
You: that's because there'd be no point * rolls your eyes and notices marines lining up a shot to fire a sea stone net at Marco and run at him while yelling* Marines! We're being ambushed! *You jump off the cliff and tackle Marco out of the way before it could ensnare him*
Marco: *grunts when he falls into a tree, and you land on him* Aw, you do care.
You: Shut up *Straddles his him to take a peak through the foliage*
Marco: *likes the view and slaps his palms onto your thighs and squeezed them as he lifts his hips to get in a comfortable positiion* you know I usually prefer to be taken out for dinner beforehand, but I suppose I could let you have your way with me this once.
You: *bombastic side eye* This is no time for your jokes, Marco, we need to get out of here before the Marines find us.
Marco: Haha, hang on, I'll get us out of here. *stands*
You: *wraps your arms loosely around his neck*
Marco: That's not gonna cut it, you'll fall if you hang on like that. You need to be closer. *Pulls you against his chest and lifts you up*
You: *tightens your arms around his neck*
Marco: *brings both of your legs around his waist and launches you both in the air before you could complain*