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One piece / Live Action One piece

Luffy, Ace, Sanji, Katakuri, Mihawk, Corazon, Smoker, Buggy, Law, Koby

Gachiakuta

Tamsy, Gris, August, Follo, Zodyl, Corvus

Ouran High School Host Club

Kyoya, Mori, Kasanoda, Nekozawa

Dandadan

Jiji, Okarun

Mexico National Team (Currently obsessed with the world cup)

Memo, Acevedo, Hormiga, Mora

Hunter x Hunter

Reader is Carlos Acevedo's sister

Fluff

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Being the little sister of Carlos Acevedo, one of the main goalkeepers for Mexico’s national team, was probably the best thing about your life.

Even if you weren’t a player, you still had small opportunities to meet celebrities—especially soccer players. And eventually… your one and only celebrity crush:

Guillermo Ochoa.

The man you grew up watching in multiple World Cups. Honestly, he was probably the reason you got into soccer in the first place.

Your brother knew about your obsession and never let you forget it. He teased you constantly—but he was also a huge fan. If there was one thing you both agreed on, it was that Memo was the GOAT.

The best day of your life came when Carlos told you he had been selected for the World Cup—and more importantly, that he would be training alongside Memo.

You cried. Actual tears of happiness.

Your brother laughed at you but promised, “Don’t worry, you’ll meet him.”

From that moment on, you counted down the days.

Mexico was on a winning streak, and you were proud of your brother—but the moment Memo showed up on screen, your full attention was gone.

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One night, you were lying in bed watching edits of him (Baila MI Corazón) when your phone rang.

Carlos.

You answered immediately.

On the phone: 

Pendeja I have good news

I am listening.

I got permission to invite someone to training.

…And?

I was thinking of inviting you. But since you’re being annoying, maybe I’ll invite someone else—

NO. PLEASE. I’m sorry. Invite me. I NEED to see him!

That’s what I thought. Be ready tomorrow by two.

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You barely slept.

The next morning, you got ready faster than ever—light makeup, a quick blowout, your brother’s jersey tied in the back so that your figure can stand out more, and sneakers you may or may not have stolen from him.

By noon, your nerves were already kicking in.

What were you even going to say?

A simple “hi”? A hug? No, that was too much. Maybe just act normal—

Your phone rang again.

On the phone:

It’s 12. Are you ready?

Almost

I told you to wake up early

I did! I just—never mind

A black car is picking you up. Be ready.

Why does that sound suspicious?

Memo is waitingggg

He hung up.

You froze.

Memo. Is. Waiting.

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The drive felt like forever. Your thoughts were racing the entire time.

When you finally arrived, your nerves hit all at once.

As you walked toward the field, you whispered to yourself,

 “I need to shit so bad bro why did I drink that coffee”

“There’s a bathroom on the left if you need it.”

You froze.

That voice—

You turned around.

“Hey, aren’t you Acevedo’s sister?”

It was Armando Gonzalez aka La Hormiga

You panicked. 

“Yeah! And sorry if I ever said anything weird—I joke a lot—”

He laughed. 

“Relax. I can tell you’re nervous.”

“…Is it that obvious?”

“Very.”

You both laughed, and the tension eased a little.

Soon, he offered to introduce you to the team, and the two of you started talking. He took a look at your bag where you had a sanji keychain

“You watch anime?” he asked.

“Yeah! Mostly shoujo and some one piece though.”

“Same, I need new recommendations.”

“Oh, I GOT you.”

By the time you reached the field, you spotted Carlos and ran to him.

You gave him hug. 

“What’s up big bro “

“Just training” 

“Where is he?” you asked immediately.

“Who?” he teased.

“You know who.”

“He’s inside.”

You nodded in relief—until Carlos smirked

“He’s actually right behind you.”

You turned.

And there he was.

Memo.

Holding a ball. Literally posing.

You stared for a second… then burst out laughing before quickly covering your mouth

“Why are you posing like that?” you asked.

He shrugged. “Does it matter? I heard from your big brother how big of a fan you are”

You glared at your brother.

“I’m going to fight you later.”

“Can’t I tell my teammate the tru-“

He quickly paused and looked at you 

“IS THAT MY FUCKING JERSEY?”

“Oh shit” 

Carlos sprinted towards you but you already started running to hide inside 

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Inside the lounge, things were calmer.

You sat down, scrolling your phone to distract yourself, when someone sat beside you.

Memo.

“Hey… sorry about earlier,”

he said, rubbing the back of his neck.

“I was trying to seem cool.”

You smiled.

“Honestly, it worked. I was already overthinking how to greet you.”

There was a pause.

An awkward one.

Both of you sat there, unsure what to say next.

“…So,” he started.

“…Yeah,” you replied at the same time.

Silence again.

Then—

“Hey! What anime do you watch again?” Hormiga suddenly appeared, saving you.

You lit up immediately. “Okay, have you watched Ouran High School Host Club?”

“No, but I’ve heard of it.”

“You NEED to watch it. It’s so good. The characters, the drama—everything.”

“I’ll start it,” he promised.

Soon, Gilberto Mora joined, a little quieter but curious.

“So… what else do you like?” he asked

The three of you ended up talking nonstop—anime, random topics, jokes—until it felt like you’d known them forever.

Memo quietly excused himself at some point.

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Later, he came back.

Hormiga and Mora got called away, leaving you alone with him again.

He sat beside you.

“So… you’re really into anime?” he asked.

“Yeah but it isn’t my entire personality” you smiled.

“Maybe you can recommend something for me too."

You raised an eyebrow. “Only if you actually watch it.”

“I will,” he said, smiling slightly. 

“Promise.”

Before things could get too quiet again—

“HEY!” Hormiga and Mora burst back in.

“We’re making a TikTok. You’re joining.”

You blinked. “Wait—what?”

“No arguing.”

You sighed. “Fine.”

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Outside, you filmed the TikTok—laughing more than you expected.

At first, you were stiff, overthinking every move, but Hormiga and Mora kept hyping you up.

“Relax, it’s just a TikTok,” Hormiga said, nudging you.

“Yeah, don’t embarrass us,” Mora added.

“Shut up,” you laughed, finally loosening up.

By the third take, you were actually having fun—messing up, laughing, and redoing it until it felt natural.

“Okay, that one’s it,” Hormiga said, checking the video. “We ate.”

“I’m not even gonna lie….hormiga should've thrown it back" you admitted.

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Back inside, while you were still outside filming, Carlos walked up to Memo.

He crossed his arms, glancing toward the field where you were.

“So… What do you think of my sister?”

Memo followed his gaze, watching you laugh with Hormiga and Mora.

He didn’t answer right away.

Then—

“I like her.”

Carlos raised an eyebrow. 

“Like… like her?”

Memo shrugged, trying to play it off.

"She’s funny. Easy to talk to.”

Carlos smirked. “Don’t play with me.”

“I’m not,” Memo said, still looking in your direction.

Carlos shook his head, half amused, half protective.

“…I’m watching you.”

Memo laughed softly. 

“I figured.”

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A few minutes later, you walked back inside with Hormiga and Mora, still talking.

You drifted toward the other players, easily joining conversations, laughing like you’d been around them forever.

Across the room, Memo sat on the couch again—quietly watching you.

That same small smile on his face.

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Reader is the hormigas best friend like childhood friend type

Fluff

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Hormiga had always been teased for being the only player on the team who wasn’t interested in dating. While everyone else was focused on relationships, he only cared about one thing—his soccer career.

As a professional player for Chivas and a member of Mexico’s national team, especially with World Cup appearances, he was constantly attending events. Most of these required players to bring a significant other.

Hormiga didn’t have one.

So instead, he brought his second-best option—his best friend.

He brought her everywhere. To the point where everyone already knew who she was. Rumors spread fast, of course—people assuming they were dating—but you ignored them. You knew the truth, and so did he.

Reader POV

You were sitting comfortably on your couch, catching up on an anime Hormiga had been begging you to watch.

It was kind of your thing. You both bonded over anime, even if your tastes were completely different. You preferred shōjo like Kamisama Kiss or Ouran High School Host Club, while Hormiga was all about sports anime like Blue Lock and Haikyuu!!.

And because you had lost a bet, you were now stuck watching Blue Lock.

You had just finished episode three when your phone started buzzing. You didn’t even need to check—you already knew who it was.

“Konnichiwa,” you answered.

“Don’t ever say that again. I hate you,” Hormiga replied immediately.

“You freaking love me, senpai.”

“Whatever. Anyway, I’ve got another event tonight. I need you for emotional support.”

“Are you serious? This is my fourth one this month. Please give me a break.”

“Nope. I need your presence. Plus, I don’t want to get bullied.”

“They know I’m your best friend, dumbass. They’re still gonna bully you.”

“Yeah, but not to my face if you’re there. Also… I’ve got some good news.”

You sat up a little. “What now? You finally gonna send me a makeup artist and hairstylist so I can actually look good?”

“That’s a luxury, not a surprise. Now listen—your man was asking about you.”

“…my man?”

A pause.

Then it clicked.

“MEMO?!”

You practically screamed into the phone.

On the other end, Hormiga burst out laughing. “Yes, the Guillermo Ochoa was asking about you.”

Your brain short-circuited.

Out of all people—him? Asking about you?

“Trust, I’m getting ready right now. I need to see him ASAP.”

“You don’t have a chance, but hurry up. I need you here in two hours.”

“TWO HOURS?! That’s basically nothing!”

“Figure it out.”

“Bye!”

“Yeah, yeah. Peace.”

You hung up and immediately jumped off the couch, rushing to your room.

You stared into your closet.

Nothing.

Absolutely nothing.

For a second, you considered breaking down, but there wasn’t time. You grabbed the best thing you could find—a dress that would at least make you feel confident—and ran to shower.

Afterward, you rushed through drying and styling your hair, debating your makeup, and somehow pulling everything together.

Once you were finally done, you texted Hormiga.

Messages:

Hormiga🐜

Take your damn time.


Be lucky I’m even going.


Are you finally ready?


Yes, I’ve BEEN ready.


I definitely believe you. I ordered you an Uber to my hotel.

Are you still getting ready?


Yes. Shut up. The uber will be there in 20.


Fine. You’re not sugoi.

You grabbed your bag, slipped on your shoes, and headed out as another message came through.

Messages:

Hormiga🐜

Get out. The Uber is outside.


Damn, relax. I’m coming.
Hurry up.

You rolled your eyes, locked the door, and got into the car.

During the ride, you put on your earbuds, trying to calm your nerves. But just as you started relaxing, your phone buzzed again.

You groaned. Hormiga again…

But when you checked—

Instagram notification.

From…

Memo.

Your heart stopped.

You opened the message slowly.

Insta messages:

Yosoy8a

Hey, I know we aren’t that close, but I just wanted to ask if you’re coming to the event. Sorry if that’s weird—I heard about it from Hormiga.

You stared at the screen.

For five whole minutes.

Then panic hit—you closed the app immediately. He was probably online. He probably saw that you read it.

Your mind was racing the entire rest of the ride.

When you finally arrived, you practically sprinted to Hormiga’s hotel room.

You knocked once—

Then immediately burst in.

“BITCH GUESS WHO JUST TEXTED ME—”

Jumping on to the bed and lay next to him.

“STOP YELLING!” Hormiga shouted from the bathroom.

You froze.

If he was in the bathroom…

Then who—

Slowly, you turned your head toward the bed.

Curly hair.

Familiar face.

Your heart dropped.

Sitting right there… was Guillermo Ochoa.

And he had definitely just heard you screaming about him texting you.

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Due to the fact that Mexico lost to England. I will be writing for the Mexico National Team ONLY. Especially Memo Ochoa, now that it's official that he retired. Love y'all ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

(only for a week, I will continue to work on the Tamsy fic and add smut)

(Currently working on part 3 while waiting for the Mexico vs. England game. I know Mexico is winning.)

Warning: degrading, panties 😼

Part 2

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You blinked twice in surprise, clearly caught off guard.

It was midnight, shouldn’t he be sleeping already? You swore he’s usually asleep by then.

But he looked over you, his gaze unwavering. He clearly looked unimpressed.

Then he spoke.

“Really? Trying my balcony?”

You looked away in embarrassment, still clinging onto the rails. What type of excuse would you come up with now?

“…maybe I wanted to see the stars? I mean—“

“There are no stars,” he interrupted coldly, “dumbest excuse I’ve ever heard.” Plus I’ve seen you before and multiple times

You stayed quiet, not really knowing how to respond. What didn’t help was that he also stayed silent—which created an awkward silence—almost expecting you to say something else.

Then you heard him breathe in. Breathe out.

“…You’re kind of pathetic, don’t you think?” The word lingers in the air.

Sharp. Harsh.

But that made you look at him once more. Then you saw it—the sadistic-like smirk on his face. As well as his piercing shining slightly, and his scar—now wasn’t the time to admire, he was degrading you.

“Even the crows have a better way of flirting,” he said softly, yet the words were so harsh, “now I see why I don’t see anybody by your side.”

You start to feel tears trying to escape from your eyes as the words start to sink in. You didn’t want to hear any more harsh words, so you mentally check out of the one-sided conversation.

Then your body reacts before your mind does; pulling back suddenly, your grip slipping slightly as panic finally kicks in. You felt more tears start to fall from your cheeks. You already hated crying in front of people, and it hurts more knowing that Tamsy will not be comforting you, since he’s the cause of it all.

You decide you need to get back inside.

Now.

To the comfort of your dorm.

Your foot searches for the ledge below, your fingers scrambling against the frame trying to head back into your room as quickly as possible.

“You thought I’m done talking?”

Then something snaps tight around your wrist.

You gasp.

“It’s rude to leave a conversation when someone’s not done talking,” he cooed, “I thought you had manners.”

You looked at the rope. Navy blue. It obviously came from Tokushin.

You felt it coil around you instantly—not giving you time to form a reaction. It grabbed ahold of you firmly, but not to the brink of pain.

Your body lurches forward, balance gone as you’re dragged through the open window. You land hard, breath knocked from your chest as you’re pulled fully into his room.

The rope loosens slightly, just enough to let you move—though you couldn’t really escape.

It served as warning, reminding you who was in charge.

You’re not clearly getting away.

Your heart pounds as you push yourself up slightly, eyes darting toward the door hen back to him.

Tears still falling but not from the hurtful words, from fear.

“T-Tamsy,” you squeaked out, sniffling, “What—“

“Quiet.”

He hasn’t moved much, but that voice held so much authority—shutting you up quickly.

He keeps staring at you.

Making sure you stay quiet.

If this was his plan, it was clearly going well.

“You suck at stalking,” he says slyly, cocking his head to the side, “but maybe you have potential to do me a few favors.”

He turns away from you, humming like if he isn’t holding you hostage.

Like if this was just an average night.

He walks across the room slowly, reaching toward something against the wall— a cabinet you’ve never seen open before.

You try to lean forward to see, but Tokushin’s rope is holding you firmly.

“I’ve always wondered how you’ve never noticed…” he muttered softly, before turning his head to look you in the eye, “Have you ever noticed that you’ve been losing plenty of things?”

You raised your eyebrow in confusion, not really getting what he’s trying to say. You try to recall what you’ve been missing—if you really have things missing—but your mind draws a blank. To be fair, all those missions leave you beat, and you never have time to even organize your dorm.

He then frowns, huffing slightly, clearly disappointed. Instead, he opens the cabinet, moving slightly so you could see.

You feel your stomach drop.

It’s filled. Not with his things.

Your things.

Small things. Random things. Things that shouldn’t be here.

You stare on shock as you didn’t know that a lot of your stuff was being taken.

Tamsy turns around to grab something in the cabinet. He slowly reaches inside, it looks like a piece of clothing and it’s a shade of light pink. As Tamsy slowly turns around, the realization hits you. It was the light pink panties that had gone missing a week ago.

“Who’s the better stalker now, huh?”

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(This is something that I have been working on for a while so I hope yall like it)

Warning: Stalking, A little bit of degrading, Close to death

Part 1

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You’ve been in the Cleaners for a while now. Everyone knows you. knows that you’re kind, that you care deeply about people. They see you as innocent, someone who wouldn’t hurt anyone on purpose. Matter of fact, it didn’t look like the grueling life of the Cleaners was for you. Yet you try your hardest on every mission, and you try just as hard to get along with everyone around you.

You really do care about all of them.

Dear Santa, Guita Fantasia, Zanka Nijiku—though you have to tolerate Enjin—and Riyo.

You might even say you love them. Like if they were your own.

But there’s one person you love the most.

The one you pay more attention to.

The one you would sacrifice everything for without hesitation:

Tamsy Caines

You first met him when you joined the Cleaners. He was quiet, almost too quiet, nonchalant in a way that only made you more curious about him. He didn’t speak much, but when he did, it always felt like it meant something. At first, you weren’t that interested. I mean, he barely talked to you anyway.

But then came that mission.

You were fighting the trash beast, using your jinki to try and take it down. You were focused, a little too focused.

Your yo-yo, though it was quite silly, held a lot of value—becoming a jinki. You swung it around, left and right, while dodging whatever trash came your way.

It was almost like you were dancing, really.

However, you didn’t notice the other one charging behind. It was seconds away from crushing you.

You heard the footsteps little too late, only turning around to see the Beast close to you. You knew that you couldn’t roll your jinki in time.

All you could do is shut your eyes and hope for the injury to be non-lethal.

And then—Something tightened around your legs, then your waist, pulling you back just in time.

A rope.

A rope to similar. The navy blue rope that only belonged to one particular person. You turned around, startled, caught off guard and a little bit relieved.

You got to live another day.

As you turn around, you saw him.

Tamsy, using his jinki, his eyes locked on you. You’d never forget that moment. The way he looked at you. The way he protected you. The way he didn’t even hesitate. It pulled you in deeper than anything else ever could.

From that day on, you couldn’t stop thinking about him. You started paying more attention. Watching him. Learning his routines. You know his schedule.

You know when he usually goes to sleep.

The way he moved, the way he spoke, the rare moments when his guard dropped just slightly. You told yourself it meant something. After all… why would he save you like that if he didn’t care?

Now, your room sits just below his. You know that. You’ve always known that. And you know something else too…he leaves his window slightly open at night. Not enough for anyone to climb through. Just enough for air… or maybe for someone like you to try and look inside. So that’s exactly what you do.

You try to open your window as quietly as possible, trying not to to wake him up from the noise.

Then, carefully, you step onto the narrow ledge, your fingers gripping the frame as you try to find your balance.

You look down trying to see if you were even safe to which you definitely weren’t, anyone would stop as this point.

But you don’t.

You rise onto your toes, stretching just enough to reach the edge of his window above you. It’s barely within view, but you manage, peeking up through the small gap. It’s dark. Too dark. You frown slightly.

You know something’s off. The lights are out, but he’s not there. Maybe he went to get water. Maybe the bathroom. You stay anyway.

Waiting.

As you stand there, your mind starts to wander, imagining what it would be like if things were different. If he actually let you in. If he looked at you the same way you look at him. The way he would hold you close. Stay close to you. You get lost in it, drifting deeper into your thoughts without even realizing it. A shadow moves.

At first, you think it’s your imagination, but then it shifts again.

Maybe… A sound. Small shift. Close. Your body reacts before your mind does. You drop slightly, trying to duck out of sight, your grip tightening as your foot almost slips. Then. You feel it. A stare. A deep stare. You slowly look up. And freeze. He’s right there

Standing right in front of the window.

Right in front of you.

Tamsy’s gaze locks onto yours like he’s known you were there the entire time.

“You’re not very quiet, you know.”

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