#i blame yoi

[mikhailoism]

idk why but im kinda obsessed with the fact that bobby was a figure skater and i need to talk about it more. like I need a young bathena au with famous pro figure skater bobby.

or maybe even better and more interesting, an au with retired pro figure skater bobby who finally decides to follow his family's legacy and become a firefighter... like maybe he did skating for awhile maybe retired naturally or... had a big accident that severely injured him preventing him from ever skating again, think something like his original back injury ... and healing from that he can't figure skate but maybe firefighting is still an option (idk the logistics of what kind of injury would prevent u from skating but doesn't for firefighters but I'm sure it exists idk) and he's still young too most figure skaters retire in general mid to lates 20s ish. but say this injury happens at the height of his career and it's devastating and it still does lead him down the dangerous paths of addiction... and he does rediscover firefighting and that sort of saves him in a way. and maybe eventually things follow down a similar path in canon... maybe not.. but for now it does and he's eventually in la and everything is the same except he was once a famous figure skater and that's just really interesting to me ando would add interesting layers to bobby

[adoresia]

see i would love to read levi ackerman fics but like im still traumatised by a guy that also happened to be called levi and now everytime i try and read a levi ackerman fic i get ptsd…

they’re also both short.

he’s also his favourite aot character like it just gets worse atp

[crowrrupt]

Posting this here since it's still art. Zero and my self insert oc, Delta.

[made-my-peace-with-all-the-bad]

I thought too hard about Marcia and Trip and martrip together and now I’m sad

[solstheimtxt]

Theres pisscourse on tiktok bc a bunch of uppity white mommy bloggers took her comment abt her friends (which she specified), being miserable abt childcare and how lonely it can be, and took it as if she said she hates moms/kids and theres so much of it on my fucking fyp omgggg

Like, if you understand that being a parent is hard, potentially lonely, not for everyone, you are a genius compared to these mommy bloggers i s2g being reticent to having kids and talking abt the downsides of having kids (ESPECIALLLY in a red state and especially under 25), isnt fucking misogny omgggggg

[suenestrellas]

the fact that because theres been no news or content for yuri on ice within the past few years has led to most modern fandom stuff put online for it nowadays being nothing but useless discourse is so irritating

i just wanna talk abt my love for the show yall idc how much u hate one specific fic writer or mappa in general, most of the time its rly nobody's business and or ppl always manage to take the wrong message out of it

[yoiku]

I have acquired one free ticket for -pass the conflict to another mod-

I step in to break a discussion that is getting too heated as one of the moderators and suddenly i'm getting spit on for an hour. I think i managed to resolve things or atleast bury hatchets halfway but was it worth of an anxiety attack and crying uncontrollably for the rest of the day? Sure feels like it wasn't.

[witchwardian]

I really hate what they did to Charlotte in season 3, not even that they did THAT but the lead up where she's suddenly just really really stupid and finds that drowned ratboy so enticing that she disregards how he keeps double crossing her, S1/S2 would literally never. She's Lucy level stupid and it doesn't make sense.

[bhaalbabe]

fanart where the couple are wearing wedding rings make me so sappy omg

[mikkies]

「 DEAR SWEET CHILD, NO NEED TO CRY, I WILL HOLD YOU TIGHT. 」

Various! Forsaken! x GN! Child! Reader

warnings: Mentions of death

notes: anyways platonic (as if it wasn't obvious enough), I'm just using x reader tag since.. there's no platonic version of x reader 😿

➷ — Guest 1337

Fluff: Guest 1337 takes on a full parental role, always ensuring you're safe and happy. He teaches you survival tricks, like how to spot the best hiding places or distract killers, though he keeps it lighthearted. He’s quick to scoop you up when danger is near, carrying you to safety with a protective arm around you.

“Don’t wander too far, kiddo. You’re my responsibility now.”

Angst: Every time you gets into danger, Guest is haunted by the memory of his own child. He’s fiercely protective—watching you fall never gets easier for Guest. Each time, he stiffens, forcing himself to look away. He often wonders how many more times he’ll have to witness it. Though he puts on a brave face, there are moments when he whispers,

“I’m sorry, kiddo. I’ll do better next time.”

➷ — Elliot

Fluff: Elliot is the “fun uncle” figure, always sneaking the you extra pizza slices and teaching you silly tricks. He often tries to make you laugh, doing little impressions or balancing pizzas on his head. He genuinely enjoys your company, even if he pretends not to care.

“Alright, you can have one more slice, but only if you say ‘Uncle Elliot is the best!’”

Angst: Though he tries to act unfazed, Elliot can’t hide his discomfort when the you are hurt or “killed” in a round. Even though yoy always respawn back, the sight of your small, lifeless form makes his jokes falter. When the round ends, he’ll say something like,

“You're a tough kid, huh? But… maybe stay closer next time, alright?”

➷ — Taph

Fluff: Taph’s antics amuse you endlessly. He often mimics your movements or pretends to be startled by your “attacks.” He lets you “chase” his feathers and playfully flutters his wings to create gusts of air for your amusement. He often lingers nearby, keeping a watchful eye.

"✨🎁🫵" (Look! For you!)

Angst: Taph becomes visibly distraught when you're is hurt, his wings flaring out protectively as he shields you with his body. Even after the round ends, he sticks unusually close, as if afraid you might die again.

"🫵💪👤‼️🤷‍♂️💪‼️" (You're strong! Don't lose that strength!)

➷ — 007n7

Fluff: 007n7 sees the you as a chance for redemption, treating you with endless kindness and patience. He lets you ride on his shoulders, telling you stories of his past adventures while trying to filter out the darker details.

“You remind me of someone I loved very much. Let’s make sure you stay safe, okay?”

Angst: Each time you fall, 007n7 is hit with guilt and regret, reliving the loss of his own child. When you respawn, he tries to mask his worry with humor, but his voice always trembles slightly as he says,

“Glad you’re back, champ. I thought I’d lost you for a second.”

➷ — Builderman

Fluff: Builderman is a steady and reliable presence, always crafting little gadgets to make you smile. He even builds you small toys, like wind-up robots or puzzles, to keep your spirits up during tense times.

“There you go, little one. Something to keep you busy while we plan.”

Angst: Though he knows you will respawn, Builderman feels a deep sense of failure every time you're hurt. He works tirelessly to improve his contraptions, muttering,

“Not again. Next time, I’ll make it foolproof.” Despite his efforts, he can’t shake the feeling that he’s always one step behind.

➷ — Noob:

Fluff: Noob becomes fiercely protective of you when you're in danger, even though they’re a scaredy-cat. They’ll clumsily throw themselves into action if it means keeping you safe, muttering, “I can’t let you get hurt—just, uh, stay behind me, okay?” If they have a Bloxy Cola, they’ll hand it to you without hesitation.

“Here! You need this more than me. Go fast and don’t look back!”

Angst: When you're either hurt or "killed," Noob blames themselves for not being braver. They linger near the spot you died, apologizing softly before leaving in case the killer comes back.

“I should’ve been faster, or—or smarter. I’ll do better next time, I promise.”

➷ — John Doe:

Fluff: John Doe occasionally teaches the child little tricks, like how to navigate his traps safely or avoid his faint trails. Though his demeanor is stoic, there’s a softness in the way he patiently explains things.

“You’re a quick learner. Keep this up, and you’ll outlast the rest of them.”

Angst: Watching the child die—even knowing they’ll respawn—brings a flicker of old, forgotten pain to John Doe’s mind. When they return, he stands nearby, silent but watchful, his corrupted arm twitching slightly as he whispers,

“Don’t make me watch that again.”

[iqxatlantic]

" YOUR WHITE MUSTANG ! "

multi chara drabble :3

ft. michael kaiser (a) . alexis ness (a) . yoichi isagi (f) . meguru bachira (a) . reo mikage (a?) . nagi seishiro (a?) . itoshi rin (a) . itoshi sae . possibly ooc! characters . implied afab! reader . desperate! reader . jealous! reader (?) . open ending . isagi's lwk suggestive . aged-up charas . fluff (?) . angst (?) . ex! characters (?) . basically toxic men figuring they fricked up . not proof read . unreliable narrator .

michael kaiser who's had you trailing constantly like a dog. constant chasing, chasing and chasing. he knew you'd keep crawling back. and he was right. when he cut things off with you, you were still at his soccer games, etc etc. it kinda hurt him. after the match, he found you in front of him. muttering soft words, "mihya. one more chance. you're why i'm staying." (this can be seen as roles switched)

alexis ness who's the polar opposite role. he's crawling back to you and begging you to stay. he was still under the influence that you two were together, he can't understand why you left :c "[name]," the magician would sob at your feet. "i wan' you back! staay. please. please please." pleads (un) fortunately hasn't fell deaf to your ears.

yoichi isagi who's such a sweetie — he'd cuddle up with you. he's going insane with how your plush thighs are hugging him tightly! >v< oh and your arms too. "please don't get tired of me [name]," "please don't get tired of me, yoi-!" the both of you said in sync, giggling as you both melted into each other's embrace. :3

meguru bachira whos a big fat freaking sunshine. clingy as hell too — can't blame the boy he grew up different (and no friends yikes me too bachi) obviously, he can't leave you be! it was okay until it wasn't. why was he clinging onto someone else? jealous, you confronted him and he does it again. and again. over and over. you slowly lost hope in the both of you.

"megs, we're breaking up." you'd state. bachira felt his heart shatter. the one person he thought that wouldn't leave him actually left him. he took your trust, kindness and love for granted. "wait- [name]! wha- what'd i do wrong?! please don't leave, dont leave like everyone else! i can't be alone again!"

reo mikage is a man whom everyone loves. he's charismatic, gorgeous, wealthy and outgoing, who wouldn't love him? it was you who would eventually stop loving him. well, forcing yourself to stop love him. thing is — you really can't really move on if you truly loved the person. all it required was one glance at them and then, bam. all the memories flood back.

"oh. mikage," you'd mumble at his family's company was displayed on top billboard like it was a curse. speak of the devil, guess who's there. reo mikage. you were kind of surprised. 'f course he's with a hurdle of women and men again. something about his gaze was odd. he wasn't looking around you. he was looking directly at you.

"[name]!" reo would call out, a demanding yet soft call. you stare at his figure for a hot minute. realizing he was getting closer. you didn't know why you ran. or why you stayed. after all, his actions didn't hurt him. it hurt you.

nagi seishiro is quite a lazy man. no wonder why reo was so confuckled when he found out nagi was in a relationship. reo would constantly warn you, "don't get attached, he'll hurt you. as his best friend — i know." you didn't believe reo. i mean, c'mon! he was just a best friend (they lwk more than that imho but ykw shhh) nothing more, he'd never understand.

maybe you should've listened. tears rolling down your cheeks as you're cursing out the gray eyed man. "why get into a fucking relationship when you can't even maintain yourself?!" you yelled, inhaling sharply. at that moment — nagi seishiro for the first (not first bc reo but ykwim) time realized how damn neglectful he is.

"wait. [name]. you're not a hassle. i love you, i can try changing." nagi retorts back, sternly. "[name]. i love you." nagi repeated again, with a more desperate tone this time. so act like it. "seishiro.." you'd mumble. he lit up with joy. would he be dawned by a continuation of joy or would it be regret flooding through him?

itoshi rin, the man everyone fawns over. c'mon he's gorgeous, can't blame 'em. there was this one particular girl. you envied her. beauty, body, brains. yeah. it was a definitive loss. he would choose her.

oh! no. the itoshi chose you instead! huh... wonder why... turns out, that girl you envied? yeah. she was nowhere to be seen. slowly, you noticed, rin didn't have time for you. shit was so bad sae had to check up.

the moment you found out rin was cheating, at that point.. you didn't care. you knew there wasn't an ounce of love for you. it was just rin projecting the things he would do with that girl. it didn't hurt as much when you confronted him. you knew what was going on anways.

rin however, began to slowly comprehend you were the one he was longing for. too bad too sad, he practically missed his chance to redeem himself. "wait, wait! [name]!" he desperately begged. "wait, please. i love you. it's you i want. relationships are a waste of time but you aren't! i wanna be with you forever!" huh. strange words coming out the itoshi's mouth.

you stared at him. on his knees. gripping onto your arm at a rather painful grip. fuck, your skin was going pale. "[name], i don't care what i lose. i jus' don't wanna lose you!" rin sobbed, voice quivering. continuing to look down at him, you opened your mouth to reply.

itoshi sae. the prodigy. adored for how much of a genius he is. skills. yeah check. beauty? check. he had no business for a relationship — obviously, you'd be seen as a second priority. cute how you even think you are a priority. the moment you couldn't deal with the neglect (heh neglect like u got when u were a kid? me too bae x) you tried to break things off with him.

problem was, he wouldn't let you (well he has to at one point but let the plot flow.) "sae. i'm clearly not a priority, so let me go. it can't be that hard," you'd slip out. yeah. pure venom. you weren't even trying to be mean!

suddenly the prodigy was in your position, sobbing, begging, whimpering for you to give him a second chance or for him to stay. that's funny.

— ©iqxatlantic / isaisliterallyhim, 2025

tags ! : @kyvkc, @narcjsistx (MAYA COMEG ET UR MAN REO HE'S WEIRD T_T), @twijaxx ♡ (holy moly! ness and nagi?!?!), @kxsagi (COME GET UR MAN ISAGI YEAHHH)

a/n: hi. i'm back huzzah!! unfortunately had to give less to kaiser bc that fine specimen of a man takes up half my posts. i got like 10k drafts abt him i hate his bitchass 🖕🖕 he pisses me off frfr (no he doesnt he's deadass my comfort character im losing my shit) r we even surprised this isnt proofread i swear ill be more active one day </3 rin was hardass projectijg holy😭 tried to do lana's white mustang song analysis.. im in desperate need of a whole DETOX. ;-; everything is actually ugh... i can't even #blamingitonaman😝😝😝 jokes i take responsibilities...or is it accountability?? idk at least i didn't play someone ugh pmo pmo pmo anyways notice how isagis only the healthy one here lowkey yeah bc my boy is healthy (jokes i actually barely had any angst for this guy bruh) like ugh i swear ill slide in some angst abt this man one day anyways take care babes x don't waste time on situationships they mean jackSHIT

[meliaselena]

Real

Zeus: *shows up*

Odysseus: I don’t think I can “I love my wife” myself out of this one guys

[muntitled]

𝐒𝐀𝐅𝐄𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓!

- How svt hip hop unit would react to you using your safeword

- cw: fluff, established relationships, humor, slight angst, quickies, rough sex, smut, breeding, degradation, safewords, +18, mdni, mingyu as his own warning

Always be safe, xo

⤑ Seungcheol

"This is good right? You're good?" Over and over again, Seungcheol had peppered you with reassurances. They bounced off the bases of his soft, pillowy lips with the same convictions as the wet kisses he was leaving on the side of your face.

You could feel how rough he was beginning to get.

"You like this, don't you?" You were swimming deep in subspace, a land of pink pillowy nothingness where your brain essentially became a tabularasa. A blank fucking slate.

Like a fucking concrete monolith was stationed between your thighs, rutting against you harder and harder the more time that seems to ebb between you.

"F-Fuck, baby you're so tight, huh? Such a tight little princess for me?" He was completely and utterly delirious. You can't crane your hand to look at him no matter how badly you wish to. Your back flat against the polished wood of his desk, and his hand around your throat keeps you there as Seuncheol traps you underneath him. He fucking loved being framed by your soft, pillowy thighs. They got tighter and weaker intermittently around him, all while he whispered the most vile words into your ear.

"Y-Yeah- Cheol- fuck-" Seungcheol watches in pained ecstacy at your blissed out state, completely catching him in the height of his own Dom space. With your tongue lolling out, Seungcheol dips down to whisper straight into your open mouth, "You're such a pretty little slut you know that-"

He was squeezing the base of your throat as he rutted into you. More and more you began to wonder if you were even a person anymore.

"Just a pretty fucking slut for me to use-"

You felt like an object.

A toy.

And despite your walls clenching around his cock your hand flew to his wrist. "Ch-Cheol-"

"You're gonna make me cum, you stupid fucking bitch-"

"Cheol-"

"F-Fuck you're such a dumb little girl-"

"CHEOL- Ohmygod-PEACH-" as if released by some evil spell, Seungcheol immediately uncuffs his iron grip from the base of your throat. He is off of yoy in five seconds, creating as much distance possible while his chest rises and falls and rises and falls. You turn slightly, eyes wide and brimming with... something. It wasn't fear, Seungcheol would hate himself if it was that.

"Baby- I-"

"Could we maybe like, ease up on the name calling. J-Just a little."

He looks fucking devastated "Fuck, I'm- genuinely so-"

"I know. Babe, it's not your fault."

"When you said Degradation I just-" he shakes his head. He wasn't about to blame you. Anything but that. "Fuck I'm sorry-"

"Hey, you're so good. So good. I'm just not into it as much as I thought I was and that was an error on my part."

"Don't fucking apologize. Thank you for telling me."

"Thank you for being a safe enough place to tell." You shrug.

Seungcheol looks around the messy room with deflated shoulders.

"Are we.. do you- I mean I could run you a bath-"

"Get inside me, I was still close,"

⤑Wonwoo

There isn't a moment that Wonwoo isn't always just a little bit overly cautious during your various sexual escapes.

Whether it was a quickie in the bathroom of a Michelin Star restaurant or a divinely long session of lovemaking under the wooden beams of the ceiling, with both your bodies submerged in a sea of blankets. So completely consumed with one another, you've already filled the entire expanse of the messy California king with all your tussling and lovemaking. Wonwoo is always careful.

Infuriatingly so.

Howevsr, there are moments like tonight, where the stars were aligned just a little differently, and your long-term boyfriend was feeling all the more frisky.

You can feel his hands everywhere the very second he stormed into your bedroom from being cooped up in study.

What you expected would be the usual, sober, safe, sex with Wonwoo quickly bled into something else when he pushed open your legs and pulled down your underwear along with your tight pink bum shorts in a single fell swoop.

"Uh -" Your body just let itself be undressed by him. All you could do was watch your boyfriend and his stoney visage as he paid special attention to undressing you. The warm glow of the overhead lights shone off his glasses as he lifted your torso up as if it was nothing, undressing you as if you were a child with underdeveloped motor skills.

"Did everything go okay at work-"

"I can't write. Jihoon wants to record tomorrow and I still haven't written my verse," Wonwoo pays extra attention to rubbing his hands on your soft supple skin. His shadow falls over you as you feel completely vulnerable underneath him, and he has yet to spare your actual eyes even a single glance.

"I'm sure every amazing rapper's had writer's block once and a whi- FUCK!" Your head shot back into the pillows as Wonwoo buried his face in between your legs, eating you out with the most fervour he'd ever radiated in a single sitting. Gone was the poised, level headed Wonwoo. He died somewhere between the pages of his coffee stained notebook.

"God- Wonwoo-" he sticks his tongue out, lapping hungrily at your cunt that only gushes for him. He hums against the tortured skin and your fingers immediate reach for his scalp.

"Fuck-" he mumbles against your cunt before lifting his head, "Can't work like this-" he says before pulling off his thick rimmed glasses and discarding it somewhere on the bed. Your eyes cross the moment his plush lips rub against your cunt and your hips lift almost automatically from the bed. His hands are encircled around your ample thighs, promising you you're not going anywhere and his mouth visibly moves as he begins to eat you out in the most literal, most vile display of eating out you'd ever witness.

One tap on your thigh let's you know you're not watching him like he wants you to. Eye contact was sacred and Wonwoo always let you know.

You gain enough energy to crane you head down to make eye contact but the second you see his mess of overgrown hair, tousled from your harsh grip, or the eager, half lidded eyes, you're completely done for. You gush all over his face, and your limbs wrack and writhe, but he keeps you locked there.

"W-Wonwoo- Fuck-i cant-"

He doesn't listen, as if trapped in his own reverie of pussy-drunk pleasure as he continues to slurp at your cunt with his mouth sucrioned onto your clit.

"Wonwoo- Baby- please-"

He's far too locked away in the essence of you, way too fargone in the softness of your cunt to begin to realize you're becoming way too overstimulated.

It's only when you're tapping furiously at the side of his head, furiously screaming, "YODA! FUCK- YODA-" that he's ungluing his puffy lips from your poor clit, breathing heavily with his eyes wide as ifhed just been set free from the shackles of a spell. You're crying. That's the first thing he noticed. The second is your quivering legs, shaking like autumn leaves in the wind. Your bottom lip is shaking too, that's what gets him scrambling beside you where he immediately envelops you in the warmth of his embrace.

"I'm sorry, Princess-" and you can tell he means it, but still you weep silently.

Your voice is quivering as you say, "You-You know I can't go again so quickly after... after..." Your chest rises and falls and rises and falls and Wonwoo immediately presses your face into his chest, to let you air out all the bad emotions onto his plain white tee.

"I thought I was doing something good for you, but I only ended up thinking about myself," he admits against your forhead, where his lips refuse to part.

"I just... needed a break from work-" he says, "I'm sorry," and you forgive him because It's him.

⤑Mingyu

"Shh," he whispers, pulling your braids across your shoulders as he makes direct eye contact with you in the mirror, "This'll be really quick, I promise."

"I dunno, bro-" you whisper back, despite your hands already gripping the marble finishes of the bathroom sink. "Your quickies are never as quick as they need to be-" you say, pushing you ass back against the bulge in his designer jeans as you lower your torso to the sink.

Mingyu smiled from the mirror, something diabolical, his hair cropped, and his skin crisp from the warm, orange glow of the bathroom. Outside, somewhere down a labyrinth of corridors, the rest of his group sat in the VIP section of the televised award show. All of them humming along to whatever group has taken the stage with the hopes that their rapper would make it out on time for their own performance.

"You just indirectly told me I last long, baby," he says, clutching his heart through his Balmain dress shirt while making heart eyes at you through the mirror.

"Hurry or you're gonna miss your-"

"Fuck you're so wet- why are you so wet?" Mingyu rubs the softness of your ass while examining the gush of arousal coating your panties. He lifts his head, "I'm going to breed you-"

"Mingyu-"

He's already pulling his pants down, quick enough to pull his dick out and shove it inside your cunt. Your lips part and your head pushes against the mirror and you're seeing absolute stars. Quickies with Mingyu always felt particularly barbaric because of how sloppy he tended to get. His tongue practically rolled out his mouth like the golden retriever he was so often described to be, while he rutted into you with some base heavy trap song pouring through the speakers.

"F-Fuck, Mingyu- please,"

What he thought was a silent plead for more, spurred Mingyu. He was an insatiable brute as he laid a hand on your back, pushing you further against the sink. When the side of your face hit the marble, your blood ran cold.

"I'm going to fucking breed you , baby." His eyes are obscured by heavily tinted designer shades and his head his thrown back in ecstasy. He was beginning to drill his cock into you and you were beginning to find there is nothing you can do about it.

"'Gyu- you can't come inside, you know that-"

"I really don't think you should be on those pills anymore, babe-"

You instinctively lift your head to try to glimpse him through the mirror because he was talking crazy. His hand lifts his shirt as he drills into you, revealing his chiseled core and a near perfect lopsided smile.

"Are you talking about my birth control?"

Instead of giving you a response: "Down-" He grunts, forcing you to bend over again as his thrusts became sloppily and sloppily, "Almost there, don'wanna miss the performance-"

"Mingyu you're not cumming inside me-"

"Fuck- why not? You're so perfect and so tight. Your body's just begging for me to fuck a baby into it-"

"PEPPERONI-" You scream immediately bullying him off of you until he's stumbling backwards and your back is pressed against the marble. You watch him shake his head, pants loose around his waist and yet he still somehow locked infuriatingly perfect.

"What the fuck- DUDE!" You can barely keep the anger from seeping out of your voice as you glare down your irresponsible boyfriend.

"WHAT THE FUCK-"

"I didn't finish!" he whines while stomping on the ground with his heavy sneakers.

"Were you seriously going to finish inside me!? After I explicitly told you-"

"Shh, shh," Mingyu says, stepping towards you to even out the angry creases on your forhead. "It was just for the fantasy, babe," he whispers, "Just for the fanatsy,"

⤑ Vernon

You didn't wanna say the word. It just sorta slipped. Straddling Hansol while some Pixar film played in the back was definitely not how you expected your second sexual encounter to go. There was still so much you had to learn about one another. Your bodies were vast fields of uncharted territory, and you weren't particularly sure Vermon would like all of those parts.

"Fuck, you're so hot- he whispers against your bare chest because discarding your shirt had been the first order of business. "So beautiful-"

You had begun rutting against him, with your skirt falling over his sweatpants, and your breathing became heavier and heavier. There was no explaining the tension that bubbled as your cunt rubbed greedily against his front but you were well aware of that feeling.

"God, you feel so damn good," he whispers, "You gonna cum for me?" Hansol's voice is utterly dripping with sex and all you can do is whimper as you dig your fingers into his hair- "Hansol, I-"

"Fuck, I think you're gonna cum from humping me, baby? Thats so hot..." A pool of wetness trickled from your cunt and it stole all the strength to immediately push yourself off screaming "NEMO-" you tapped out.

"Woah-" Vernon looks confused, justifiably so as you scoot to the floor, your legs quivering underneath you as your orgasm ebbed away.

"What do you need?"

You evade eye contact as you speak. "I just... didn't wanna disgust you or anything-"

"Dude, 'disgust' is literally the last thing on my mind. What's the problem?" You're still unable to make eye contact, causing Vernon to sigh as he sits forward with his elbows on his knees, to get closer to you in height.

"Is it the movie? I never thought Pixar would end up being a cockblock-"

"I nearly squirted." You admit. "Like everywhere-"

A moment of silence swells between you two and you can feel your heart sinking with every passing second. You wish to be anywhere but here. You could already smell all the warm popcorn you would ingest out of heartbreak, all the movies you'd-

"Fuck, and you thought that would 'disgust' me?" You peer up at him in pure wonder while lust descends on his visage like a shadow. "Sit on my face right now."

[sh4nksslvt]

Touch-Starved Trouble

A teasing bet with Marco to avoid touching each other for 24 hours turns into a slow, chaotic game of tension and stolen glances—until he breaks first in the most heated way imaginable.

Marco the phoenix x reader | ONE SHOT

tags: fluff, sfw

a/n: this js me trying to write ffs, this is experimental and for fun only, so expect this ffs a bit cringe and akward

word count: 840

masterlist | ko-fi

“You’re clingy,” you said with a grin, poking Marco in the chest.

He arched a golden brow at you from his perch on the railing of the Moby Dick, sipping from a glass of juice like he wasn’t practically sitting in your lap just minutes earlier.

“And you’re warm-yoi” he replied smoothly, smirking over the rim. “You can’t blame a man for seeking comfort.”

“Oh, comfort is that what you call face-nuzzling and grabbing my ass every time I walk past?”

He shrugged one shoulder. “You never complain-yoi.”

You mock-gasped. “Bet you can’t go a day without touching me.”

His eyes sparked with challenge. “Wanna test that, hot stuff?”

“Gladly.”

It was childish. Dumb. A dare born from too much sun, too many lazy days at sea, and way too much unresolved tension between you and the First Division Commander.

No touching for 24 hours.

Simple. Easy. Harmless.

Except you should’ve remembered who you were messing with.

Marco had patience. Experience. Smugness that could kill a lesser person.

You, on the other hand?

You had none of that. Just a desperate craving for his warmth, his mouth, his fingers on your hips—his everything.

But you weren’t about to back down first. Hell no.

You were going to win this.

…or die trying.

Hour 1 – Torture Begins

It started innocent enough.

You lounged beside Marco at the breakfast table, far enough apart that your legs didn’t touch. He didn’t even look at you.

Oh no, he just breathed.

Existed.

Perfectly tanned skin, messy blond hair, lips wrapped around a piece of fruit as he chewed slowly.

His fingers glistened with juice, and you were far too aware of how often those hands had touched you just yesterday. Brushed your jaw. Traced circles on your thighs under the table. Slid under your shirt when he thought no one was looking.

You gulped down your coffee.

Across from you, Marco’s mouth twitched.

Smug bastard.

Hour 1.5 – Petty Warfare

You retaliated in the only way you knew how: wardrobe sabotage.

You walked across the deck in the tightest shirt you owned—Marco’s, actually, slightly oversized but cropped just enough to show off a sliver of your waist. His scent clung to it.

You watched him nearly choke on his drink.

But the phoenix was strong. Too strong. He looked away, muttered something about the weather, and retreated to the lookout post like a coward.

You chased after him thirty minutes later with a tray of freshly sliced mango.

“Hungry, hot stuff?” you cooed.

He didn’t look at you. Just smirked, plucked a slice off the tray, and sucked the juice from his fingers with purpose.

You almost dropped the tray.

“…You’re evil.”

He smiled. “Still not touching you, though.”

Hour 2 – Meltdown

You were done.

Two hours in and you were vibrating with tension. You missed the way Marco absentmindedly tangled his fingers with yours, the way he’d lean his forehead against your temple during lulls in the day.

You were touch-starved. Desperate. Thirsty.

You were pacing across the infirmary muttering to yourself when the door opened and Marco stepped in, looking far too pleased.

“Can’t do it, huh?” he drawled.

You froze. “I’m fine.”

“You’re twitching like Ace off sugar withdrawal-yoi”

“Shut up,” you snapped, spinning to face him. “You’re suffering too. I see it. You miss me.”

He stepped forward slowly. Deliberately.

Your back hit the wall.

You cursed.

He caged you in with his arms on either side of your head, leaning close—so close.

“I do miss you-yoi,” he murmured, voice like velvet. “You gonna do something about that...hmm?”

Your breath hitched.

“I’m not touching you.”

He smirked. “That’s fine.”

And then he leaned in.

He didn’t even start with your lips.

No—Marco pressed a soft, lingering kiss to your cheekbone first. Then your jaw. Then just under your ear.

You whimpered. Actually whimpered.

He chuckled against your skin. “Still not touching me-yoi?”

“I’m hanging on by a damn thread.”

He moved closer. You could feel the heat of him, the teasing curl of his breath.

“You’re adorable when you’re stubborn,” he whispered.

Then he finally—finally—kissed you full on the mouth.

It was hot. Hungry. Frustrated.

His hand slid into your hair, tilting your head, and you parted your lips for him automatically. His tongue slid against yours with a low, pleased noise, like he was savoring every second.

You clutched his shirt, yanking him closer, fingers digging into muscle.

He broke first.

He always would.

But you were already too gone to care.

Ten minutes later, you were curled up in Marco’s lap on the infirmary cot, flushed and breathless.

“That was cheating,” you muttered.

He grinned, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “You said no touching. I didn’t.”

“You started this bet.”

“And I ended it. With style-yoi”

You smacked his chest half-heartedly.

He caught your hand and kissed your knuckles.

“No more dumb bets,” you said.

Marco leaned in, brushing his nose against yours.

“Mm...no more distance,” he whispered. “Ever.”

You melted. Again.

Touch-starved, after all.

[dancingontheblades]

Why Yuuri is surprised to see Viktor cry

Yuuri’s famous three words at the end of episode 11 have been a source of anxiety and distress for fans ever since Yuri!!! On Ice first aired.

Yuuri’s surprise about Viktor crying is the result of thoughts and decisions prompted by his anxiety disorder and his tendency to self-deprecation and depressive thoughts. That he ends up saying this line has been carefully foreshadowed throughout the series:

1. Viktor making Yuuri believe that he only wanted to coach him until the GPF

Viktor never explicitly states that he will coach Yuuri only until the Grand Prix Final—it’s the conclusion Yuuri’s anxiety brain draws from his words because anxious people question everything and find interpretations that comply with the source of their anxiety. Like never being enough.

And the unintentionally ambiguous comments continue, while Yuuri is within hearing distance:

The first time I watched the anime, I got a queasy feeling in my stomach during this scene because Yuuri is so convincing and relatable as an unreliable narrator. It’s the source of fear and confusion. Like what does that even mean? Is Viktor talking about his career or is this a carefully crafted answer to convince the press to leave him and Yuuri alone for the next couple of weeks? This secret will probably be forever between Viktor and the YOI creators alone. Viktor is that adept at talking to the press.

2. Lack of self-esteem

Although Yuuri becomes more confident throughout the series, his self-deprecating side has a low opinion about his own skating. From his perspective, his contribution to the sport seems less valuable than Viktor’s, even when he begins to understand that he’s far more than a dime-a-dozen skater. The realisation that he is as least as talented as Viktor, only drives home the moment he breaks Viktor’s world record.

Because Yuuri has such a low opinion of himself, he doesn’t understand how much Viktor enjoys watching him skate, which is another aspect factoring into his decision to retire.

3. Guilt

Yuuri genuinely believes that Viktor wants to return to the ice and would rejoice when Yuuri retires. Having just witnessed Viktor watch his competitors skate (and do better than him) cements the decision he made at the Rostelecom Cup. The fact that basically everyone has told Yuuri throughout the series so far that he’s keeping Viktor from skating gives more weight to the idea.

Yes, you got that right. Yuuri decided to retire, before he proposed to Viktor and before he bought two matching rings and put one of them on Viktor’s finger. However, Viktor’s readiness to keep coaching Yuuri for as long as Yuuri wants to keep skating, forces him to release Viktor from his duties and he chooses the date at which Viktor has allegedly planned to end their work relationship.

“Let’s end this” is not about breaking up. Yuuri is releasing Viktor as his coach. He is sacrificing his career so that Viktor can keep pursuing his own career which Viktor once sacrificed for him.

Of course, he’s surprised that Viktor bursts out in tears.

Yuuri has the right to retire whenever he wants. He doesn’t need to consult Viktor. If he thinks (for whichever stupid reason) it’s time, he can make this decision without consulting his coach and partner. Although it would have been better, but then verbal communication isn’t one of Yuuri’s strength.

The decision to retire is the antipode of selfishness because it stems from Yuuri’s agape, even though his mental issues distort his thinking. However, Viktor takes personal offence in Yuuri’s choice, calling him selfish, because he’s conflating the coach and the partner. His inability to understand that Yuuri did that for him inflicts feelings of hurt and rejection, causing a drama Yuuri was not prepared for.

However, neither Yuuri nor Viktor are to blame since the whole situation is created and exacerbated by their individual underlying mental issues. Viktor still only scratches on the surface of understanding how Yuuri’s anxiety and lack of self-esteem inform his actions and distort his thinking. And Yuuri doesn’t know how miserable Viktor was when he was still competing.

If both had better communication skills, they would have sooner found a solution with which both would be happy (both training in St. Petersburg *wink* *wink*). However, it’s neither malice, nor insensitivity, or shitty behaviour that drives Yuuri to this point, but his mental issues. And love.

[hannahbarberra162]

Under the Microscope, Part 13 (Yan Sabo x Reader)

18+ MDNI | on Ao3

All the other chapters

The angst has arrived. Thank you to @tryingandfailingtowrite and @gouraminnow for their help <3 <3 <3

Also I'm sorry I didn't respond to anyone's comments last time I promise I read them and I will respond this time.

Ace POV

The wind whipped the hair out of Ace’s face as he leaned against the railing of the ship when he felt a familiar sensation behind him. Once upon a time, he could feel sensation across his entire back but now there was a dead zone in the middle where his nerve endings never reconnected. After the second Mera Mera, he didn’t feel hot or cold due to the fire within him, but even now he couldn’t feel anything where Akainu had injured him. Not a scratch or a cut, not a kiss or a hug, or the feeling of another person’s skin against his own.

Like he wasn’t feeling now as Marco stood behind him. Ace had spent months trying to remember the exact feeling of Marco’s cool skin against his own, how his lover’s chest always felt like a balm to his soul. Ace’s mind raced with everything he’d done to Sunny, all the ways in which he’d wrecked her life, and didn’t want to confront his thoughts about Marco. So when he felt Marco’s long graceful arms around him and grip the railing on either side of his body, Ace ducked under one of his former lover’s arms and did his best to create space as he moved over to the side. Ace crossed his arms and turned to face him as he leaned his back against the railing, away from Marco’s achingly familiar touch. He couldn’t look his former brother in the eye, so he stared hard at his scuffed boots.

“Long time no see yoi,” Marco’s tone was pleasant while he continued to face the sea. The warm salty air ruffled his familiar haircut, though Ace could see a few more gray hairs littered in his blonde locks. They’d had an awkward exchange already when Marco had first landed on the ship. But Marco had been all business then, his voice sharp as he demanded details about Sunny and her condition. There was no time for long conversations between them among the chaos of the battle’s aftermath. Now there was a large stretch of time until Marco left again and Ace was alone once more.

“Yeah,” Ace replied with his eyes still on his boots, unsure where to start. There was so much unsaid between them that Ace didn’t know where to begin. He decided to go with what was easiest, “how’s Sunny?”

“She’s better, I healed what I could. I wish you’d called me immediately, maybe we could have changed the outcome yoi,” Marco replied in his usual calm tone. Ace’s eyebrows scrunched downwards as he scowled.

“What do you mean, ‘healed what you could? Is she better or not?” Ace’s eyes finally met Marco’s with a harsh squint to them as he asked Marco. The doctor sighed and rubbed the back of his neck.

“Her body is healed - her hands, her jaw, her ribs - all fine. She has some lingering effects from her traumatic brain injury, but those should heal in time. It’s just… I couldn’t heal her eye. Maybe Law can or - she might even be able to herself. But she lost vision in her left eye, I can’t bring it back,” Marco said softly. Ace processed Marco’s words for a few minutes, while his grip on his arms grew tighter and tighter. He closed his eyes and forced the tears back. Ace hated cry babies after all, including himself.

“Ace, no one blames you for anything -”

“You just said that I could’ve changed the outcome if I called sooner. So Sunny must blame me. They all do, I know they do.” Ace said, unsure exactly who he was thinking about at that moment.

“And how would you know that yoi? You haven't talked to her at all. You didn’t tell any of us that you were alive - we had to see it on national TV. You haven’t talked to anyone since -”

“Since I killed our Captain -”

“No, Ace. That’s not - we missed you, it’s not your fault, -” Marco started to say softly before Ace’s voice overpowered his.

“IT IS! IT IS MY FAULT!” Ace exploded and flung his arms out to the side as he stood upright. His finger poked into Marco’s chest as he continued to direct his tirade at his former crewmate. “Just admit it, Marco! Admit it’s my fault she’s blind, it was my fault she was hurt, it’s my fault any of this happened! I was the one who pushed her to make the fruit, I was the one who couldn’t fight Akainu AGAIN! I’m the reason Pops -” Ace knew he was caught in a full rant now but it felt good to finally let it all out. His hands shook as bottled up self loathing spewed from him like toxic sludge. 

“Ace-”

“Is dead, the reason the crew is gone, the ship is destroyed, the reason that fuckin’ Blackbeard -”

“Ace stop-” Marco let Ace’s words wash over him as he did his best to interrupt at the same time. Ace barreled along, he had no desire to hear the sympathy he didn’t deserve.

“Is a fuckin’ Emperor now, the reason Luffy almost died, and -”

Marco finally stopped Ace’s speech - his hands soft on Ace’s jaw as he grabbed and pulled him close to kiss him on the lips. Ace closed his eyes and allowed himself to be brought deeper into the kiss, Marco’s lips gentle on his own. Marco’s other hand wound around Ace to grip the back of his neck as Marco gently massaged the tight muscles. Ace nearly moaned from the sudden contact - he’d dreamed about Marco, Yamato, and Deuce for years but hadn’t had the courage to contact any of them.  After he broke away, Marco rested his chin on Ace’s head as he pulled Ace into a hug.

“Stop for a moment yoi. Take a breath,” Marco commanded softly while he ran his long fingers over Ace’s scar. Ace saw teal flames lighting up behind him through the corner of his eye.

“Don’t heal it,” Ace mumbled into Marco’s broad chest as his arms wrapped around his lover’s body.

“Hm? Why not? The scar tissue -” 

“Don’t deserve it,” Ace muttered and rested his forehead on Marco’s clavicle. In the two years apart Marco had somehow become even more attractive than Ace remembered, his chest and back broader and more well muscled. Marco clicked his tongue but stopped his healing flames as Ace had requested.

“Still self loathing then?” Marco asked while he continued to run his hands up and down Ace’s back. Ace desperately wished he could feel most of it but stayed silent while he relished the feel of Marco’s hands on him. They stayed like that for a few minutes in silence, each lost in their thoughts. Marco pushed Ace away from his body and grabbed him by the shoulders before he gave him a light shake.

“No one blames you for anything that happened yoi. None of what happened with us - Pops, the crew, Blackbeard - none of it was your fault -”

“It was, you told me not to go after him and I didn’t listen -”

“And that was your choice. We could have stopped you, all of us could have kept you from going but we gave you the freedom to choose, just like Sunny had. That doesn’t make Blackbeard’s actions your fault -”

“And I fucking failed again with Sunny! You saw what happened out there, I completely froze up. Made completely of fire and I fucking froze. She nearly died,” Ace said with a sniffle while a tear tracked down his freckled cheek. Marco tutted again and wiped the tear off Ace’s cheek.

“You need to go talk to her yoi. She’s been waiting to see you, you can’t hide anymore. I’ll be here after you talk to deal with things between us. But you need to go to Sunny -”

“I know, I know. It’s just - what do I even say? ‘Sorry for fucking up so bad you almost died’? ‘Sorry I didn’t tell you that letting me into your life would end up in misery just like everyone else?’ Like, I don’t -” Ace ran his fingers through his long shaggy bangs as he bit his lip, his thoughts locked on the last time he saw you laid out on your infirmary bed, bandaged and bruised.

“It doesn’t matter what you say. You at least owe her a face to face conversation now that she’s awake and can talk,” Marco chided lightly while he rubbed Ace’s arms. Ace looked up at Marco’s concerned face and inhaled a sharp breath. 

“You’re right, I’ll go later -” Ace messed with the strings of his hat when he responded in a dodgy tone. Marco’s easy going eyes narrowed in a way Ace hadn’t seen since the Moby, when Ace wasn’t taking Marco’s medical advice.

“You’ll go now, ” Marco voice was firm as he turned Ace around and walked with him toward the door to the ship’s decks arm in arm.

“Guess I’m going now,” Ace mumbled, grateful for the push from Marco even if he literally dragged his feet.

Your POV

“Sunny, I - I don’t - I never wanted - things weren’t supposed to be this way,” Sabo stuttered at your statement while he wiped his eyes from the tears that continued to fall. “Sunny, I - you  - you can be mad at me, you know. I don’t - You don’t have to pretend this is all ok. I never wanted you to look like me -”

“I’m not mad at you for my injuries, Sabo,” you said and wiped your eyes and nose on the sleeve of your pajamas. “It’s not your fault this happened, I made my choices,” you said in a soft voice. Sabo reached out and touched your now healed hand as his gaze formed a familiar intense stare. 

“I won’t fail you again, Sunny. I can’t - I won’t, ” Sabo’s eyes boring into yours as he swore a firm promise of protection. It was all too familiar to when he swore he’d take care of you, that you’d never have to look after yourself again. You didn’t answer but turned your head to the left so you could look out the window again. You knew your magnification worked; you’d tried it out when Marco healed your jaw. The problem was everything else wasn’t quite the same, simple tasks were now a struggle. It took you significantly longer to process what people told you, to read anything, or to organize your thoughts into coherent ideas. Even turning your head had taken longer than you anticipated.

“Ok,” you said softly. You didn’t want to console Sabo, you were still mad at him for putting you in seastone. On top of that, you were the one who had gotten injured, not him. Sabo and Ace had killed thousands of Marines without remorse or injury from what you’d gathered from the nurses. 

“Is Marco coming back? I have some questions about my brain injury,” you asked Sabo, who was still gripped your hand in his. 

“He’s not leaving for a few days so there’s plenty of time to -” Sabo’s response faded as the door creaked open to reveal Ace on the other side with Marco behind him. Ace’s face was already pinched in a frown as he fidgeted with the hat in his hand. Marco gave Ace a small push inside the room and motioned to Sabo with a finger.

“This is a conversation that needs to happen, Sabo. Come on, Sunny will be fine for a few minutes yoi,” Marco said with an authoritative tone. Sabo bristled slightly and his grip on you only lessened when he took in Ace’s red rimmed eyes.

“I’ll be on the deck if you need me,” Sabo said with a final press of his hand to yours. You nodded as Sabo and Marco left quickly, and shut the door softly behind them. You and Ace stared at each other for a few long moments, the silence only broken by the sound of the birds and waves crashing against the ship. You had a difficult time starting conversations since your TBI, you knew clinically that it could happen but it was a completely new experience when it happened to you. You did have something to say to Ace but what is was lingered beyond your grasp. Maybe he’d start the conversation kindly and you’d be able to suss it out. 

“Look, I’m sorry,” Ace said and kicked his boot against the floor.

“What are you sorry for?” you asked in a clipped tone. You remembered now, you were annoyed and angry at Ace for ignoring you for so long.

“Not seeing you fast enough, I guess,” Ace spun his cowboy hat on a finger as he answered. It was hard for you to concentrate while he spun it, so you shook your head and looked away.

“Oh, so it’s me who has the problem? Is that it?” you hissed while you crossed your arms, “I’ve been waiting for so long to see for myself that you’re ok but if you’re going to be petulant and pissy I’d rather not see you at all.”

 He flinched at the venom in your voice and stood straighter. You were already emotionally spent from the healing and had waited long enough to see Ace. You’d thought about this conversation many times and it involved hugs and fond wishes, not raised voices and arguments.

“Why would you want to see me? I ruined your entire life,” Ace hissed back, his gaze firmly locked with yours. The vitriol in his voice took you aback but you weren’t going to let him push you around. You knew he didn’t really mean it, that it was just his insecurity that shone through in moments of vulnerability. You’d heard it a few times on the island when you did nice things for him or gave him compliments about himself. Ace always reacted with a shove, quick to push away anyone who expressed love.

“You didn’t ruin my life, I made my own choices -” you said, your voice still scratchy after a week of silence. You were so tired of Sabo and Ace taking your decisions out of your hands and making it seem like you were forced into your current situation. Sure, it wasn’t sunshine and flowers but you’d lose an eye over a friend again and again.

“Well, I don’t think it was in your plans to blow up the fleet admiral and the rest of your life!” Ace exclaimed and threw his arms to the side before he crossed them. He planted his hat on his head to obscure his eyes from you.

“I WANTED TO!” you yelled back while you threw your arms in the air like he had. “I could have gotten back to the Marines! They already had…uh…” you snapped your finger to think of the word you wanted, a now frustratingly common occurrence, “caught me, recaptured me, did you know that? I coulda left BUT I DIDN’T WANT TO SEE YOU DIE!”  

Your voice grew more hoarse at the rare rise in your volume and rubbed your throat to assuage the burn. You wanted to pull your hair out, you were so frustrated - why couldn’t Sabo and Ace believe you that it was your choice?

“Oh really? Maybe you'll change your mind when you look at this,” Ace said before he handed you a crumpled piece of paper from his pocket. When you unfolded it, you saw a picture of your younger self during basic duty captioned with the words WANTED: ALIVE ONLY. Your eye flicked to the bottom to check your bounty; you didn’t need to be able to read quickly to understand what you was in front of you. Your hands shook and the paper wafted to your lap as Ace gave you a sympathetic look.

One billion beri. 

You had a one billion beri bounty.

Your head was pounding as you whipped your legs out from under the blankets to put your feet on the floor for the first time in weeks. You couldn’t lay in bed right now, you needed to feel something tangible against your feet. You pushed yourself to stand and ignored Ace’s gentle grip when his hands landed on your arms.

“Hey wait Sunflower, I don’t think you should -” Ace’s voice reached you but didn’t register as your mind fell into a tailspin. You breathed in quick, shallow breaths but it felt like you couldn’t suck in enough air as you thought about the bounty now hanging over your head. Where would you go? Where could you go? How were you going to - with a bounty that high you’d be picked off by the first bounty hunter that saw you and sent back to the Marines and sent to Impel Down for the rest of your days with pirates and guards and underwater. And why did they only want you alive? Did they want you to - they probably wanted you to make more bombs or bad fruits or something and -

The room began to spin as you felt like you were losing consciousness in slow bursts. Someone’s voice had risen to a yell but you didn’t know who it was or what they were saying. Ace’s warm hands gripped your torso as he tried to push you back into the bed. You fought against the arms that held you in an attempt to keep you from moving out of the bed. Your eye caught the bright blue of your Marine neckerchief on the Wanted poster and you stared into the eyes of a younger version of yourself as you slumped forward.

The arms let go momentarily as you gripped the hair on either side of your head and gave it a harsh pull. Someone was now behind you on the bed; their arms and legs wrapped around you in a bear hug. Instead of ripping your hair out, your arms were now crushed against your own body as the person cradled you from behind. You tried to thrash against the hold they had you in but your muscles were weak and they were stronger than you. After you wore yourself out, you sat on the bed while your chest heaved with hard pants. They were warm, you realized, warmer than a normal person would be. The heat had you thinking about laying in the sand on a balmy summer’s day.

“Hey. Shhh. Hey, Sunny. Hey, breathe with me,” someone said and their stubbly cheek rested on your back. You tried to take a deep breath but it didn’t work, the air caught in your throat as you repeatedly thought of the billion beris on your head. Your mind whirled with the questions of where would you go and what would you do. Your hands shook with the certainty that someone was going to hurt you again; you almost died the first time, you wouldn’t survive another. This was it, your death sentence was spelled out with six large black letters WANTED and a billion beris behind it.

“C’mon Sunflower, c’mon, shhh. It’s ok, it’s me, it’s Ace. Shhhh, you’re alright, you’re alright. You’re safe, you have me and Sabo and Marco here, shhhh, nothing’s gonna happen to ya,” the voice continued to repeat words and phrases at you until you started to calm down. Your frantic mind clung to the even tone of the man as he held you tight.

“Shhh, it’s ok, nothing’s gonna happen, you’re safe, no one’s gonna get you,” Ace kept on as he hugged you from behind while he rocked both of you gently. You took in a deep breath and released it shakily like the breath got stuck in your throat.

“There you are, again, Sunflower, come on, breathe for me,” Ace encouraged you, his chest still pressed to your back as you felt his hot breath over your upper arm where the thin blue hospital gown wasn’t covering it. “Sunny, I missed you so so much, I’m sorry I didn’t come sooner. I just thought you hated me, that you would never want to see me again. You don’t need to worry, I’ll help you, me ‘n Sabo -”

You had started to regain control of your breathing when the door was kicked in with a bang. You screamed and ducked to cover your head as the door burst open, the door pushed open with one hand by Sabo and Marco hot on his heels. Sabo had his pipe in his hands ready for action while Marco wound the stethoscope back around his neck. 

“What’s going on? Did Sunny get hurt? I heard yelling,” Sabo demanded and scanned the room for any interlopers. 

“Goddammit, don’t do that,” Ace hissed while hepulled your hands off your head. “She just calmed down,” Ace put his chin on your shoulder but didn’t unwrap himself from around you. 

“The nurses noted a huge spike in her vitals and called for me. Did anything happen?” Marco asked calmly as he came to sit next to you on the bed with the stethoscope in his hands. 

“Well, the thing is, she kinda freaked out. I’ve seen her freaking before but this was different,” Ace’s grip on your arms loosened as he explained. 

“What triggered the panic?” Marco asked with the buds of the stethoscope now in his ears. He brought the bell towards your wrist and you allowed him to take your pulse, your arm slow to extend from where it had been cramped against your chest.

“I showed her the bounty poster,” he grumbled from behind you and your torso seemed like a human shield from his brothers.

“YOU IDIOT!” Sabo and Marco yelled together. The loud noise made you jolt, especially since Marco was so near. 

“I specifically told you not to show her!” Sabo threw his hands up emphatically while he barked at his brother.

“We’ve had so many conversations about time and place, yoi. Why would you show it to her now?” Marco chided and a vein began to throb in his forehead. Ace didn’t answer either one of them but you felt his body grow hotter against your back. 

“Sunny, I’m sorry you saw that. I was going to show you in a few days,” Sabo pleaded while he reached for you. You shrunk back but Ace’s body behind your own didn’t allow you much room to recede from Sabo’s touch. This was all too much for you right now but you couldn’t figure out how to let everyone know. Marco glanced at your face for a moment before he placed his stethoscope around his neck and stood up. 

“Everyone out,” he ordered with a sharp look at Ace, “including you yoi. She needs to rest right now and the excitement isn’t helping. Out, now.” 

You were sorry for the loss of his heated body as he climbed out of the bed but you wanted to unscramble your mind. Everything seemed to move too quickly and the confusion in your mind grew as you struggled to gather the scattered pieces of your thoughts. It didn’t help that the steady throb in your eye grew increasingly painful the more you tried to think. Sabo nodded and held the door open for Ace as they walked side by side to leave. You heard Sabo immediately begin to argue with Ace and wanted to interject but they were too far away to hear you.

“I’m having a hard time with uhm….thinking?” you said, your answer more a question than a statement. There were so many actions that you remembered being easier but between all the medications you had been on and the concussion, you felt like you were having to relearn to think.

“Common side effects of a TBI. You might also not be able to find words easily, organize your thoughts well, follow conversations, that kind of thing. It should go away in a few weeks to months -”

“ Months?!” you exclaimed and tears came unbidden to your eyes. Your head swam both from the previous conversations and with the news as you tried to prevent yourself from bursting into tears in front of The Phoenix. You hadn’t been a crier before but you had been so up and down that it was hard to maintain an even mood.

You weren’t seized by panic like before when you found out about your new bounty. This was different, Marco had tacitly told you that you amounted to nothing. All your life, you told yourself that it was OK that you weren’t the prettiest or the most popular or the best at anything because you were smart. And you used that one part of you as the one shining light that you clung to in your darkest moments. No matter what happened, you’d be able to reason and think your way out of any problem. You were smart , that’s what everyone thought of you. Not interesting, or fun, or someone worth being a friend, but smart. And now that was gone too. Marco’s large hand settled on your shoulder in comfort but you shrugged it off.

“Stop. It’s  - I’m ok. I just need some time alone,” you said before you closed your eyes and massaged your neck.

“Of course,” Marco flashed you a pitying look as he responded.

 “Do you want me to get Sabo?” he asked as an afterthought, already halfway out the door.  “We’re all here for you if you need us,” Marco said before he shut the door behind himself as he left. 

“No,” you whispered, Marco even being in the room already forgotten as your thoughts drifted. You sat in your bed, unable to think or react to anything. You stared out the window and tried to think of something - anything - that would change the outcomes you were facing. Your thoughts were jumbled and you couldn’t sort them like you had in the past, which just proved Marco right. The window was to your left so you laid back against the pillow and stared at the afternoon sky outside.

Eventually your thoughts quieted to silence in your mind as you thought about nothing. You almost felt like you were under the influence of medication again as you stared blankly out the window. Maybe you’d be able to think of a plan in a few months but for now you felt adrift, a life raft lost on the sea. You sat silently and a hand rose to absently rub your bad eye when it began to itch.

By the time that Sabo came back to your room, the sun had already set. You hadn’t moved from your position, not even to drink water. Your head was still turned on your pillow while you continued to look out the small window as the stars lit up the sky.

“Feeling any better?” Sabo asked quietly and took a seat next to you on the bed.

“No,” you said in a small voice, “but I have a question.”

“Of course,” Sabo said before he scooted closer to you. He looked so earnest and eager, like a dog who found its master after an extended absence. Once upon a time you would have cared, maybe even been flattered, but that kind of thing didn’t really matter anymore.

“Will the RA still keep me on now that I can’t research?” You slid your gaze from the sky outside when you asked him this, your stare firm when you looked at him. It was a question that had continually cropped up in your mind since your conversation with Marco. Sabo tilted his head to the side, his own bad eye revealed under his hair.

“You don’t have to complete any research, that’s never been -”

“So I don’t have to complete Project Seraphim? What’s the point of keeping me then?” you asked, hearkening back to the conversation you’d overheard long ago on the island with Ace.

“Wh - no, Sunny, it’s not like that. You can stay with us for as long as you want to -”

“That’s not what I heard before,” you said in a monotone and returned your good eye to the window, “I can’t read, I can’t think, I can’t research…I don’t know what to do. I can’t think of a…a…um…” 

 Your voice trailed off as you tried to think of the word you wanted and think through your idea. It was just beyond your mental reach, and you felt the urge to scream in frustration begin to build in you. Sabo waited patiently for you to finish your thought without interrupting you.

“Plan. I can’t think of a plan. If I can’t be of service, no one will want me and I’ll have to go somewhere else. And my b-bounty is so high, I don’t know what to do,” you said while an errant tear escaped your eye. 

“Oh, Sunny -” Sabo started to coo at you and this only drove your frustration higher. You didn’t want his pity or his fake concern, you wanted your damn mind to work .

“Stop. Stop talking to me like that,” you said and rubbed your bad eye again.

“Stop what? And don’t rub your eye, I know it’s hard but don’t,” Sabo said lightly and he reached across you to remove your hand from your face. He curled his fingers around yours as he began to talk to you. 

“It probably doesn’t itch, it’s phantom pain. What did you want me to stop?” Sabo’s voice was soft as he spoke to you, his fingers still entangled with yours while his thumb rubbed gently across your wrist.

“Talking to me like you care about me beyond what I can do for you. I’ve known the whole time that you wanted me to work for the RA, don't try to deny it. I heard you on the snail the first night we were on the island,” you accused before you tried weakly to pull your hand back. Sabo didn’t let go but frowned at your words.

“I did say those things, I won’t deny it. But it's not like that, it was so Dragon would see the benefit -” you cut Sabo off with another question that came to you suddenly. You wanted to get it out before it flitted out of your memory like an errant butterfly. 

“How did anyone find out what happened? I would have thought the Marines would have covered everything up,” you asked. 

“The whole fight was being live-snailed and broadcast to RA HQ. Dragon released the footage worldwide so people could see the Navy attacking and get a morale boost from Akainu-” Sabo said as you slumped back, not wanting to hear again about what happened between you and the Fleet Commander. 

“So there's really nowhere I can go.” You pinched the left side of your neck between your thumb and fingers as you spoke. It had been sore for days but nothing seemed to help the near constant ache.

“You’re staying with me and the RA,” Sabo said definitively, “You’ll be protected, we’re not going to let the Marines get you again. You don’t have to work if you don’t want to -”

“It doesn’t really matter if I want to, Sabo. I can’t right now. I can’t read, I can’t understand anything, I can’t even think right. You don’t have to worry about me overworking myself, I can’t work at all,” you said as a hysterical laugh bubbled up from your throat. The bark of your laughter filled the room as Sabo’s frown deepened. 

“I’m completely useless! A billion beri bounty and utterly useless - for anything!” you said and your laughter morphed into deep sobs. You doubled over while you covered your face with your hands to hide yourself from Sabo. You were so tired of crying but you couldn’t stop yourself from breaking down, your face tilted down to avoid looking at him as tears hit the thin cotton blanket on your lap. 

“Sunny, you’re not what you can produce. If you never worked again, I’d like you just the same,” Sabo bent his head to catch your eye and tightened his grip on your hand. You tried to rub your bad eye with your free hand but Sabo caught that one too, and he held them gently but firmly within his own.

“Sunny, look at me,” Sabo said softly and he refused to stop his attempt to catch your gaze. You looked up at him with tears obscuring the vision you still had left.

“I’ve always liked you. Always. Ever since the first time I saw you at that Marine base. I like everything about you - your curiosity, your kindness, your resilience, your cleverness -”

“But all that’s gone -” you cried out and tried to jerk back your hands, but Sabo’s grip was unrelenting, and he easily kept your wrists in his hands.

“It isn’t, it isn’t gone. You’re still the same person you were before, the same sweet, wonderful, kind, Sunny. Everything else doesn’t matter -”

“It matters to me ! I’m not the same person I was before - before the fight, before the island, before you, ” you began to cry again while you responded. Sabo considered you for a few moments before he released your hands back to you and setting them in your lap.

“You know I have a bad eye and some scarring, did Ace tell you how I was injured?” he asked and scooted farther from you. You shook your head as you sniffled.

“I was 11 years old and had stolen a sailing ship intending to become a pirate. Unfortunately, I was attacked by World Nobles who destroyed the ship and me along with it. I was dead in the water before Dragon saved my life and brought me to the RA where I was rehabilitated. He saved my life but I didn’t get everything back - I lost my eye, my memories, and my hand.” Confusion at Sabo’s statement made you pick your head up to look at him closer.

“Your hand? B-but, it works just fine -” Sabo gave you a small smile and continued his story while he took his glove off his left hand. 

“It works well, yes. But you’ve never seen me without long sleeves and gloves, not once. This is why,” Sabo said as he peeled the glove away from his fingers by the tips. Underneath was a fully articulated metal hand covered in small cables that ran up to Sabo’s wrist. Sabo opened it and closed it under your watch as you unabashedly stared. 

“But it feels like -” 

“The glove has extra insulation that mimics the feeling of flesh when I wear it. The hand is realistic enough that only a few people know my secret. Lindbergh made it for me, you’ll meet him at the RA base,” Sabo said as you turned his hand over for inspection. 

Sabo POV  

Sabo watched you look over his robotic hand with a small smile on his face. You were completely absorbed in the mechanics of his hand as your prior anxiety was forgotten in the face of the new curiosity in front of you. Sabo knew you were having a hard time adjusting but seeing you poking the cables and moving his fingers carefully to watch the hydraulics work showed him that you were the same person you’d always been, he just had to get you to see it too. 

“Very high quality piece. Interesting mechanics, too. Can you roll up your sleeve so I can see where it attaches to your arm? Ooh, really complex hydraulics…one of my side hobbies is robotics, well, it used to be. But I was reading all about cybernetics and cyborgs, really very interesting…can you feel anything in the hand? Any sensation? Have you read about what’s coming out of Water 7? From Cyborg Franky? He’s really the smartest person in the world, I think. Well, in his field. Either way, he’s truly a visionary. He’s changed his body to run on cola, maybe your hand could too - but what would be the point?” you rambled on while you moved Sabo’s index finger to full extension. He hummed happily and you looked up as if you finally remembered the hand was attached to Sabo. You looked sheepish to have gotten off track during his reveal but Sabo couldn’t have been happier.

“Sorry, I just got excited,” you said and put his hand down slowly. You leaned your head to the side and pulled down, trying to elongate and stretch your tight neck muscles. After that you unsuccessfully tried to stifle a yawn and forced Sabo to have one of his own.

“Don’t be sorry, I love this side of you. You still have your curiosity and thirst for knowledge. Everything else - reading, processing, eye strain - I’ll help you with. I happen to have experience in losing an eye,” Sabo said with a smile. You gave a small smile, no more than moving the corners of your mouth up but it was a start. 

“Starting with this, hold on,” Sabo said and stood from the bed. He didn’t put his glove back on even though the sensation of being without it made him feel as if he was completely naked.

“W-wait, Sabo, what are you -” Sabo cut you off as he easily moved the bed - with you in it - across the floor to the opposite wall, the window now to your right.

“Now you don’t have to turn your neck to look out the window. You can look at the moon as much as you’d like. I bet your neck’s sore from looking in one direction all day, yeah?” 

“Y-yeah,” you rubbed your neck as you responded absently. 

“See, I’ll help you get to where you want to be. One step at a time, together.” Sabo said with a firm nod. You returned the gesture but yawned again while you covered your mouth with your hand.

“I think it’s bedtime. We can start relearning things tomorrow, OK?” Sabo picked up his glove and flashed you a small smile while he spoke. Your eyelids began to droop even before you confirmed Sabo’s words with a nod.

“Can you go get Ace?” you asked as you laid back on your pillows. Sabo’s eyebrow quirked up.

“He’s ah, busy with Marco right now. Do you need something from him? I can get it for you,” Sabo said. He’d seen Marco pinning Ace to the side of the ship with a taloned foot while his hands held Ace’s over his head. Ace wasn’t fighting physically but he was crying and loudly whispering as Marco spoke to him in hushed tones. When Sabo passed by, Marco had turned an arm into a feathered wing and shielded Ace from his brother’s sight.

“Oh, uhm, no. Nothing really, it's fine,” your face turned a slight shade of red as you stammered.

“Sunny, please, let me help you. I want to, you have to say what you need,” Sabo urged. More blood rushed to your face as you picked at fuzz on your blanket.

“It's just that, um, well, when we were on the island together, he would - well, we would sleep in the um, same bed. And it was really relaxing for me, with the um, you know, warmth. I would always fall asleep so quickly,” you said nervously. “But he's busy, so, but um yeah, it's not a big deal.” 

“Sorry, Love. Maybe I’ll see him later and I can ask then,” he replied and began to put on his glove again. Sabo wished it was him you called for but it wasn't the case. After he finished with the glove, Sabo grabbed his pipe and started for the door. His left hand was on the handle when he heard you speak again. 

“I mean, maybe you could, if you wanted to, sleep in the bed? Nothing like, just with clothes on- well, we’ve done it before, a lot of times, I just didn’t think - I wasn’t sure if -” you hesitated as Sabo’s hand paused on the doorknob. 

Sabo had worked for the Revolutionary Army for a long time and had been trained to never give up information, even under duress or torture. He was thankful for all the hours spent with Dragon and Hack now as he turned to you as casually as he could muster. This was the first time in his memory that you’d actually sought out his touch rather than just accepting what Sabo had pushed on you. He didn’t want to blow his chances by being too forward or aggressive.

“I don’t mind. If it would help you sleep better, that is,” Sabo said as he tried  to will himself to be less awkward. “Are you sure you want me to join you?” 

You bit your lip and nodded while you moved yourself closer to the wall. Sabo removed his hat once more and climbed into the bed deliberately slowly to give you ample time to refuse or change your mind. He was still fully clothed as he laid down next to you on his side. You curled up into him without hesitation as you sought the heat that he provided you. 

“Warmer,” you said sleepily and tucked your face against his chest.

“Demanding,” Sabo replied lightly with a chuckle as he heated his temperature slightly higher. You hummed but didn’t reply as the two of you drifted into silence, your cheek pressed against his chest. Sabo felt his body finally relax as he realized he was also tired, it had been an emotional day for everyone. He had nearly fallen asleep when he felt you tug at his glove.

“ ‘M still mad about the seastone,” you murmured. Sabo grunted.

“That’s fair, I deserve it. We’ll talk about it and I’ll apologize in the morning,” he replied. He did want to talk about what happened but now wasn’t the time as you finally relaxed and drifted off into sleep.

“C’n I feel your real hand?” you asked, half asleep. He didn’t have to ask to know you meant his robotic hand.

“Mm,” Sabo agreed, removing his glove. Laying his hand down on the bed, your fingertips roved over the metal as if trying to commit it to memory.

“S’cool,” you mumbled before you laced your fingers around his. 

The last memory Sabo had of that night was falling asleep with your hand holding his own. 

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