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i lied

i made sanji's back injury integral to the modern figureskating au bc i too have chronic back pain and can relate.

i, however, forgot, when i started this, that traveling and the holidays take it out of me and I become fatigued and the back pain creeps up on me and I am down for the count.

anyways second chapter for These Bones Are Far From Perfect out tomorrow yippeee

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these bones are far from perfect... update?!?!

hey hi whats up im not dead but I was pretty ill anyways here is chapter 2!!!!!!!!!!!! long time no see hope people will still want to tune in bc i'm actually so excited to return to this

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i made sanji's back injury integral to the modern figureskating au bc i too have chronic back pain and can relate.

i, however, forgot, when i started this, that traveling and the holidays take it out of me and I become fatigued and the back pain creeps up on me and I am down for the count.

anyways second chapter for These Bones Are Far From Perfect out tomorrow yippeee

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tomorrow my last day of finals and then i’m gonna write write write like you wouldn’t believe

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Happy Valentine's Day to these two 🥰

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First two pages of Spideypool comic I'm doing now 😬

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gotta nurse the baby boy back to health, part i (next)

🕷️ written by me & nevi

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Zoro with a really tough, stoney exterior, but is secretly not-so secretly a big softy. Sanji who acts fine and nonchalant and even forces himself to be ridiculously exuberant at times, but is actually just so so tired.

Zoro who doesn’t understand why Sanji snaps at him and can’t stop himself from snapping back, until he sees the sag in Sanji’s shoulders and hears him sigh for the 10th time in 5 minutes. And he just wants so desperately to wrap Sanji up in his arms and make him feel safe and calm but he doesn’t know how, because he knows deep down he’s so unapproachable because of his looks.

And at this point they’ve set precedent with each other- they’re only good enough for bickering, not for gentle touches and soft kisses like Zoro so desperately wants to do to the blonde.

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starting a spideypool fic now would be bad because 1) im drowning in finals and 2) i still have to write the second half of chapter two for my zosan fic and 3) i cannot multitask for the life of me because i already have so little energy to begin with.

but i just adore spideypool so much. they are so perfect to me. what do i do.

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i am entirely a spideypool enjoyer

Spider-man/Deadpool #69

Part One (Page 1-8)

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for the next two weeks, updates for These Bones are going to be slightly inconsistent because i am unfortunately a college student and it is finals season. but once im on break i’ll get an update schedule going

thanks to everyone reading and sharing so far!! it means a lot

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ahaha now this is the part where i force myself to go to bed instead of obsessively watching the hit count increase ahahaaaaa sigh

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These Bones Are Far From Perfect

A ZoSan Modern AU, where Sanji is an ex-figure skater, and Zoro is a firefighter who moves next door.

read here

rating: (eventual) explicit

chapters: 1/?

tags:

Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Past Child Abuse, Injury, Chronic Pain, Violence, Miscommunication, Pining, from something awkward to lovers, Happy Ending, Slow Burn, Internalized Homophobia, Ableist Language, Vinsmoke Sanji Has Self-Worth Issues, Homophobic Language, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Sexist Language, Firefighter Roronoa Zoro, Ex Figure Skater Vinsmoke Sanji, Roronoa Zoro and Vinsmoke Sanji Bickering

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omg i did it chapter one is here.

everybody say hello to These Bones Are Far From Perfect

hmmm i just need a title for ex figure skater sanji x firefighter zoro fic bc the first chapter is ready to go 😭😭😭

why is this always the hardest part

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hmmm i just need a title for ex figure skater sanji x firefighter zoro fic bc the first chapter is ready to go 😭😭😭

why is this always the hardest part

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thinking about a world where caesar lives and joseph has to make a very difficult choice between the two people he loves the most. which is really hard because joseph just wants to have it all, all the time

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One Piece - Excerpt from Fic in Progress - Zoro/Sanji

Where Sanji was once a promising figure skater, and Zoro is the guy who moves next door.

rating - explicit

tags - angst, hurt/comfort, modern au, ableist language from character, internalized ableism, injury, chronic pain, violence, miscommunication, pining, from something awkward to lovers, past child abuse, happy ending, slow burn, tags to be added

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Sanji tried to act like his back didn’t bother him- that it was just an inconvenient injury now passed, long gone- like his ice skates and the bitter bite of winter. But sometimes his lower back ached after sitting or standing for too long, or his spine felt like it was on fire and woke him up in the middle of the night, or his muscles would tense or spasm at any time without reason, and he had to convince himself it was nothing. “I just slept wrong.” He would tell himself. “I just pulled a muscle.”

Almost a year ago, Sanji had an accident on the ice. Sanji, pro figure skater, silver medalist for his country in last year’s World Figure Skating Championship, the man projected to be a top contender for gold next year, if he really tried.

Now, he wasn’t even an option. Too much had happened. It was too chaotic, too difficult to process. He couldn’t even go on the ice anymore, not professionally, not physically, and especially not emotionally. He could never go back out there, and it broke him. It wasn’t even his fault.

He caught a glimpse of the scar in the mirror. The long scar that tore down his back in a jagged line, from the nape of his neck to his pelvis like a bolt of ugly lightning to a tree.

He could act like he didn’t see it, but then he would get in the shower. He would lather soap on his back, and the tips of his fingers would brush over the rough tissue, so different from the rest of him, and he couldn’t forget, not then. Sometimes, when his mind wandered, he would push on the scar wherever he could. His nerves would spark with pain, but he gritted his teeth and bore it- it was nothing like the pain he experienced that day. And because the pain then was so much worse, he could at least take this much now.

Eventually he would relent, giving up against the pressure of his own hand. The way the pain fizzled up and fired through all of the nerves in his back made his whole body jerk forward, made him sick. And once again, for another day, he would be weak. A coward. A baby. A fool for thinking he could ignore his life changing injury. An idiot for thinking he would ever go back to how he used to be.

He did it again. The mind wandering. He gripped the bathroom countertop, waiting for the sharp bursts of pain to subside. Eventually, the stabbing, prickling sensations dampened into a dull ache, not as intense but not quite gone.

He stood straight (or as straight as his spine would allow), threaded his fingers through his blonde hair, hopped in the shower, and didn’t so much as get clean as he used the shower in the morning to wake up. He sighed into the cold water that hit his face and then frowned as it made his bones ache. He felt like an old man, and he was only 22. He spun the shower nozzle until the water began letting off steam.

When he got out, he simply put back on the pajamas he was wearing. He hardly moved around anywhere anyways. Not like he was sweating. He paused and looked at himself in the mirror.

Dark circles enveloped his under eyes. He didn’t think his eyes looked blue anymore- or maybe they were, just darker, like a shadowy gray storm-cloud before the sun truly sets. Could eye color change in your early twenties? Or did he just hold himself different, the light no longer catching on his irises like they used to? He thought his cheeks looked hollow, and he brought a hand up to inspect his face. His fingers touched a scruffy beard and mustache. When was the last time he shaved? He shrugged.

Everything was fine.

Zeff was in the kitchen, chopping onions unfazed. Sanji thought he didn’t have tear ducts. He’d never seen the man cry- not for sadness and definitely not for onions. Not even when he almost died. He had just been really angry then- not at him, but at the situation. Zeff didn’t like things he couldn’t control.

Sanji slid past the older man and reached for the cupboard.

“Breakfast soon.” Zeff grunted, not looking up from his knife. He was mincing garlic now.

“Okay.” Sanji nodded, grabbing a mug from the cabinet and placing it under their coffee machine. He popped a pod into the top, pushed the lever down and pressed the drip button. The machine whirred to life and a glorious stream of liquid goodness descended into the mug. It stopped the whirring and the dripping and shut off automatically, signaling for Sanji to pick up his reward. Zeff scoffed.

“What?” Sanji sipped at his coffee, choosing to bite. Zeff was annoyed at something. It was probably stupid- like how he would get mad over how Sanji chose to cut potatoes. He walked past Zeff and to the kitchen table. He leaned slightly to put the mug down.

“You used to be proud to grind your own coffee grounds. Now you’re just lazy and okay with drinking that crap in a pod.”

Sanji felt indignant, a heat rumbling in his chest. He felt… frantic… defensive, like he should retort back to protect his dignity.

He used to grind his own coffee, physically, with a stupid little hand-wound coffee grinder that his hands could no longer grasp onto.

“Grinding my own coffee is a little harder now, considering,” He gestured to his own body. “I’m a fucking cripple.”

Zeff stopped his knife and looked at Sanji, eyes squinting. He stood there, just standing and staring for a little bit. “You need to go out more. You look like shit.”

Sanji rolled his eyes and turned back to his coffee. “Yeah, sure, whatever.” He didn’t want to go out. He didn’t want to go out and be pitied or fawned over. His hands got clammy at the thought of someone recognizing him. He didn’t think he could stand it if someone talked to him about figure skating, or worse, that day.

It happened once, when he went to a park 8 weeks after his surgery, and was sitting at a park bench while Zeff walked to get him a warm cup of tea. A woman walked up and stood over him, asking him if he was the Sanji Vinsmoke. He could barely lift his head to look at her. Shame washed over his skin. “Y-yes.” He had stuttered out. Instantly, her eyes got darker, not with malice or anger but with pity. Sanji hated it. “I’m so sorry about what happened to you.” She had said. “It’s such a shame they let that man get so close to you.”

He lowered his gaze, looking at the woman’s shoes, shiny little kitten heels which sunk in the dead winter grass. He looked at his shoes, which were stupid and ugly but Zeff said that they were good for his back. Something about extra support in the soles or some shit. He missed his dress shoes.

Sanji got lost in the ground, his ugly shoes and the dirt, until he noticed the woman was no longer there. Her shoes were replaced with a grumbling Zeff. “Some people have no manners.” He grunted as he sat down. He handed Sanji his tea. Sanji looked up and around. The woman was gone. He looked to Zeff, who got himself a coffee and was sipping at it with a look of disdain dripping from his face.

Sanji took his coffee and walked to the living room and sat down, uninterested in the conversation. He didn’t want to go out.

“I’m serious!” Zeff called from around the corner. “You need sun and exercise. Just sitting all day isn’t good for you, even if you think you’re healed as much as can be.”

“Zeff, I’m really not in the mood to have this conversation.” Sanji closed his eyes and held his coffee close.

“How about this,” Zeff said. Sanji heard the click of the stove being turned off and Zeff’s footsteps from around the corner. “Come with me later to the new neighbor’s house.”

Sanji opened his eyes and looked at the old man, confused. “Why?”

“Because you’re sad and lonely and need to meet people. I think he’s a firefighter or some shit.”

Sanji leaned back and closed his eyes again. No way was he going out today.

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well, here’s an excerpt from a fic i’m working on for zoro and sanji! it’s not up on ao3 yet, but it will be soon :) i hope people like it