romance is dead :(

platonic relationships are loved <33333 Buy Me a Coffee pls

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Marcosabo? What kind of rare animal is that?

want to join a small group of people loving marco and sabo individually and together? Want to talk about bad first impressions and horrible first meetings? Dorks in love? Dorks in friendship? Search no more because we're here, the first marcosabo group, only join if you like both of them. (obviously.) invite here: https://discord.gg/3aAVXf

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you: say it 

me, tied to a chair: i ain’t saying shit

you: *slaps me* say dragon loves sabo more than his own son. SAY IT

me: *spits on your face* fuck you

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“ I miss you “ “ God, I miss you so much “

Day Three: Then/Now | @saboace-week

A pair to Letters to A Love One & A Couple Years Too Late written by @synnematic​ & myself. You should absolutely go read them.

Enjoy :^)

[authenticaussie]

can you write something with marco and sabo? sabo being angry and not wanting to be around marco? or sabo trapped somewhere and he wants ace but gets marco instead? Thank you!

references to nonconsensual drug use & sickness 

Commissions || Ko-Fi || [Requests are closed!]

It isn’t like Marco makes a habit of letting his phone ring on and on. It isn’t at all like he usually stares at the caller ID and wonders why he’s being called. It isn’t like he usually questions whether or not he should pick up his phone.

It’s just-

This is Sabo. And he’s never been called by Sabo.

He hesitates and this time Izo pays attention, wandering up to him with a frown on his face and a cup of tea in his hands. “Aren’t you going to answer it?” he asks, and Marco makes a little noise in the back of his throat, tilting the screen so Izo can see it. “Oh,” Izo says. Then, he rolls his eyes. “Why does he only ever call to yell at you?”

“Because he doesn’t like me?” Marco says in return, then quickly swipes to answer before Sabo finds another thing to get annoyed about.

Keep reading

[hannycho12]

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Hey guys!! So… yeah… I recently discover discord thanks to @authenticaussie and I decided to make an Acesabo/Saboace channel. So… if you guys have a discord, feel free to join. :D

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where Ace is too handsome and Sabo is major gay  also teeth and FRECKLES

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on another fucking note just give me 100k of non romance fic with marco and sabo tbh

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me looking into the distance: marcosabo discord,,, what a wild dream,,,

[piratecaptainluffy]

Character Posters // Fire Fist

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MAS BINGO PROMPT: HUNGER/STARTVATION

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Coming back to the Moby Dick after months of undercover work without seeing Ace and Marco warms up his whole body in the quiet, winter night. He waves at the lurking members on the deck, greeting them before striding to Marco's room.

He steeps in without knocking, grins when his eyes land on Marco's hands around Ace's stomach as Ace leans back on Marco's chest. A smile stretches across Ace's face, and he's up on his feet, hugging Sabo tightly, arms keeping him close.

"You're here!" Ace whispers, with affection and love in his voice.

Oh, how Sabo missed the warm bodies around him, oh how Sabo only wanted this for months. The happiness on their faces never fails to brighten his grey days.

His body relaxes into Ace's gentle hug before Ace takes off his coat.

"Somebody is really enthusiastic to get off my clothes," Sabo teases with a small smile in the corner of his lips but at Ace's deadpan look he laughs for the first time in months.

He laughs, heart lighter as he finds his own clothes which he left a few months back here. Wearing long pants and a shirt with a sweatshirt, he lies down between Marco and Ace, kissing Marco’s shoulder in greeting before closing his eyes.

“Glad you’re home, yoi,” Marco murmurs, lips touching his forehead. Sabo hums in answer but doesn’t have the strength to form sentences, exhaustion grabbing him tightly and dragging him down to finally sleep.

“Are you hungry?” Ace asks, ready to stand up and get food for him but Sabo puts his hand on his thigh to stop him from moving.

He shakes his head. He wishes he could feel hungry again but the hole gnaws on his stomach without feeling any pain.  

Sabo has gotten used to it in the past three months.

The little meals he had got if he succeeded with the job he had to do, only helped to stay on his feet instead of fainting at the lack of food. His throat is tight with anxiety which finds the smallest cracks to seep into his thoughts, poisoning his time with his boyfriends.

He falls asleep with body trapped between them as Marco pets his hair and Ace nuzzles closer.

Sabo sleeps without any nightmares. While Sabo's night went fine, sitting front of his plate, his stomach clenches at the smell of the food, nausea curling in his throat. Every bite slides down roughly and he's full without eating half of the food from his plate.

Marco eyes his plate but Sabo gives him a small smile. “I'm full.”

Marco doesn't look away from him but Sabo has had a crappy week to deal with any questions. He stands before anyone could say anything, telling them he will go back to sleep and escapes with their eyes burning in his back.

Halfway back to the room, he knows he's eaten too much. He tilts his head up, looks forward and doesn't stop only when he has reached their room.

He only has two moments to get the bucket and he's throwing up in the next.

Body trembling with the heaving, tears rolling down on his cheeks, Sabo hates himself a little more.

He saved more than fifty people from slavery.

But he can't save himself.

Sabo doesn’t mention it to Ace and Marco. He keeps it a secret and buries it deeply, pretending he’s fine, pretending his stomach doesn’t clench at the sight of the food.

Everything is fine.

He wakes up in the middle of a night, only taking two steps from their bed before he’s kneeling in front of the bucket and heaving, bile rising in his throat.

He’s exhausted and his eyes burn with tears but Marco is there to hold his hair with a warm hand on his back. Ace comes back with a glass of water which Sabo drinks dutifully, leaning his head on Marco’s chest.

“Are you getting sick? Let’s get you to one of the doc,” Marco says, worry evident in his voice.

“It’s okay, don’t worry,” Sabo murmurs but it doesn’t look like it helps as Ace is ready to call the doctor anyway.

“You’re throwing up, it doesn’t look fine from here,” Ace answers sharply with eyes never straying away from Sabo.

Sabo groans. “You’re a worrywart.”

“He’s not wrong,” Marco says. Sabo rolls his eyes but smiles as the warmth spread in him seeing them caring so openly.

It doesn't make it easier to tell them that he's been throwing up for days and didn't want to share because everything will be about his stupid problem and Sabo just wants to cuddle and sleep with his boyfriends while ignoring his problems.

"Just go back to sleep, I will be fine," Sabo says, smiling as he stands up like everything is fine. He glances at them sitting on the ground, stomach churning with self-hate as he sees the badly hidden disappointment in Ace's expression. He plans to clean up after himself, to wash the bucket out but Marco grabs his wrist before Sabo could go.

"We're only worried, love," Marco says, standing up, not letting go his hand. Sabo's eyes burn at hearing the pet name, his build up walls to hide, crumbles down. "You aren't eating your usual amount of food, you've been quiet which is fine, everyone has those days." Marco caresses Sabo's cheek with his thumb, wiping off the tears sliding down on his face.

Ace hugs him from behind and the only thing he can do is cry, quietly sniffing as his boyfriends hold the broken pieces of him together.

They don't let Sabo go even when he'd finished crying, they're standing in silence, warmth emitting from their body, lulling Sabo to sleep. His eyes drift closed but he starts to talk, this way he doesn't have to face them and their intense emotions Sabo isn't ready for.

"I was undercover for months, I told you last time I called," Sabo starts, his arms tighten around Marco, gripping his shirt to ground himself. "It was risky and stupid and we didn't get a lot of food. Everything tastes too rich or greasy and I can't keep it in myself."

"Fuck, Sabo, so this isn't the first time you've thrown up?" Ace asks, voice filled with hurt. "Were you hiding it the past days?"

"I didn't want to talk about it."

Ace sighs and Sabo knows, of course, he knows, he's too much trouble, he's always giving them new problems.

"I'm sure Thatch would be happy to help to get you used to food again," Marco says, arms sneaking around Sabo's shoulders. "It's going to be okay, we're here, you're fine, we're going to get through this."

Sabo laughs wetly. "Every time I visit I always fuck up our free time with my own stupidity. How do you even deal with my shit?"

"Sabo, you've been starving for months with minimal food." Ace lets him go, stepping next to him so he can look into his eyes. "You don't have to deal with it alone, that's why we're your friends, your boyfriends."

"Sucks to be you," he says sharply, frustration welling in him hearing the words he wanted but not expected. Why can’t they just already dump him for bringing so much emotional baggage all the time? When will they say, ‘Sabo, get yourself together’ like it’s so easy to do?

“What’s wrong?” Marco asks with his oh-so-observant eyes, clearly seeing the change.

“When will you two have enough of me? When will you just kick me out for always bringing more and more problems?” Sabo asks harshly, looking in Marco’s eyes but instead of the disappointment he expects, there’s warmth and sadness.

“Never,” they answer the same time with confidence.

“That’s a lie,” Sabo says with a hoarse voice, so close to crying again. “You can’t just do this all the time.”

“What, Sabo? Loving and supporting you without expecting anything back?”

Ace’s words cut him deep but he only purses his lips, not answering.

“We love you, Sabo, we will always love you.” Marco tilts up Sabo’s head. “Why would you think we would ever leave you for asking for help?”

“Because I’m stupid?”

“How many times do I have to kiss you to stop your self-deprecation?” Ace asks.

Sabo snorts. “If you only kiss me to shut me up-”

Marco puts his hand on his mouth, stopping his bitter words. Shoulders slouching, Sabo avoids meeting their eyes. “It’s okay, Sabo.”

“It’s not, it’s really not, I’m sorry.” Sabo’s voice break over the apology. “I’m being an asshole when you’re only trying to help, I hate it, I hate this, I hate myself, I hate my stupid brain being stupid when I don’t have any reason to doubt you.”

“Hey, hey,” Ace puts his hand on the back of Sabo’s neck, pulling his head closer, their forehead touching. “You’re right, you shouldn’t doubt in us but we’re here to tell you we love you as many time you need. We will never get tired of repeating ourselves. We love you.” Ace kisses his cheeks. “We adore and appreciate you more with every minute you spend with us.”

Sabo deflates, the weight lifts off his shoulders, a small smile appearing on his face. “You’re so cheesy.”

“It’s the truth,” Marco says, pulling Sabo to the bed. Ace lets him go, hand resting on Sabo’s back as they return to bed. Sabo lies between them, warm bodies pressing close to his. Head resting on Ace’s chest, he listens to his heartbeat, drifting off slowly as gentle hands play with his hair. “Sleep, please, we’ll talk tomorrow.”

“Don’t tell me what to do,” Sabo murmurs.

Sabo’s heart swells hearing Ace laughing, his previous worries slowly fading from the front of his mind. Marco kisses the back of his neck, bringing a smile on Sabo’s face.

There’s no other place Sabo would rather be.  

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 2/? Fandom: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Bakugou Katsuki, Uraraka Ochako, Todoroki Shouto, Iida Tenya, Kirishima Eijirou, Shuuzenji Chiyo | Recovery Girl, Minor Original Characters - Character Additional Tags: izuku is such a bleeding heart, class 1-a kind of all adore him, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Izuku has a quirk, Alternate Universe - Mineta Minoru Doesn’t Exist, Hurt/Comfort, Insecurity, Angst, Bullying, Bakugou Katsuki Swears A Lot, Midoriya Izuku Protection Squad, Self-Harm, graphic depictions of injuries, im not a doctor i am a writer with internet access, Probably Not Medically Accurate, i’ll try my best but im squeamish, add tags and warnings as the story progresses, ocs appear but they’re mostly minor Summary:

Quirk: Self-Inflicted Healing Can heal others by absorbing injuries through touch.

Izuku has always been a kind and selfless person, but when he finds that he has just the quirk to let him help others, he can’t help it if maybe he over does it once in a while. But bleeding hearts and what not.

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For MarcoWeek Day 2, Secret and Childhood @marcoweek

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A sad and hurt Marco.

He picked up what he could find of Ace’s beads during the retreat. Also picked up Ace’s manacles ‘cause hey, all his closest loved ones are dead and he’s lost his spirit, might as well finish the deal and seal his powers too.

All alone and on the run, only hearing of the rest of his brothers being felled one by one.

@marcoweek

Much and many thanks to @authenticaussie

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MAS Bingo Square 11 Less than 500 words

Sequel to this

Ace blinks at his phone, the notifications were still pinging loudly as he watched it. The last time it had done this, the rest of the team had found out that he and Marco had finally convinced Sabo to go out on a date with them, but even then, it seemed a bit much.

“Your’s too?” Marco yawns as he drops down on the couch beside Ace. “I’m afraid to look. Probably something promotional, no one’s actually called us about making a statement so I think we’re safe.” He pauses as his phone blares. “Spoke too soon.”

“Marco,” Vista states his voice a forced calm that they haven’t heard since the incident two springs back. “I don’t suppose you have Ace there with you?”

“I do,” Marco says slowly. “This wouldn’t happen to be why our phones have been all but vibrating off the coffee table?”

Vista sighs tiredly. “Sabo went out last night with his team. I hope you know that much at least?”

“We told him to have fun,” Ace says slowly. “He didn’t want to go.”

“Did something happen to him?” Marco demands.

“Sabo is fine,” Vista promises. “He’s holed up in meetings with the Rebellion’s leadership, he’s not going to be free to talk anytime soon, but he’s not in any trouble. One of the newer team members kept asking who he was dating-”

“And he outed us,” Ace snorts. “He kept promising it would happen. We all knew it was going to happen.”

“I know, I got Marco’s text. I was much more prepared for this then the Rebellion’s media team, so thank you for the heads up.”

Marco hums, “We figured you would be better to deal with if you knew what was coming before hand. Do we have a plan for this?”

Vista hums, “Initial outpour isn’t bad, mostly positive with some… conservative outcrying,” Ace flinches and leans into Marco’s side. “But overall, we’re not looking at anyone who is withdrawing support.”

“We’re going to need to release a statement, aren’t we?” Marco asks seriously.

“A statement with Rebellion, we thought it would be better to have a press release come from all three of you at the same time. Will that be a problem?”

“I think it’s for the best,” Ace answers. “Have us all there at once instead of one at a time.”

“Good, I’ll have all the details set up with Rebellion soon. Try to stay off the news and social media until then. I don’t need to try and clean up the mess you might make arguing with fans about your love life.”

Ace snorts as Marco hangs up the phone, falling back against the couch, “He did warn us at least.”

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And then I think the last one Im curious about, MarcoAce or Marcoacesabo professional athlete AU

“My shin splints have shin splints,” Ace whines laying back on the couch with both of his legs iced. “I hate this.”

“I think I blew my shoulder,” Marco mutters.

Sabo shakes his head, “You are both ridiculous. Your shoulder is fine, Marco, it’s just a little bit of overreaching. Ace, you’ll be fine, your shin splints will be gone in two weeks, I promise.”

“But they hurt now,” Ace whines, pouting at Sabo. “Kiss them better?”

“That’s not how it works. And I can’t. We play you next week and I’m going to use my insider knowledge to my advantage.”

Ace frowns, “Marco, we should never had started dating the enemy.”

“You are the one that wanted him,” Marco states rolling his eyes. “He’s your childhood best friend.”

“I retract my desire for him,” Ace mutters.

Sabo rolls his eyes, “I’m getting dinner, are you sure you hate me or should I forget to order your favorite from the cafe down the street?”

“No, feed me! I’m injured!”

“He gets us in trouble when he is too loud,” Marco adds grinning. “And we aren’t suppose to be living together.”

That was true. Sabo has an apartment on the other side of town and Ace technically lives across the hallway because they need separate places. Not that their coaches and friends don’t know that they’re together, but none of them are quite ready to deal with the media fall out.

Marco jokingly said that they’ll officially reveal it when he retires in a few years and that’s the time frame that they’ve been working with ever since.

“I’m telling our batters that your pitcher keeps throwing curves,” Ace warns Sabo. “You might want to convince him to change it up.”

“He is?” Sabo asks curiously.

“Hm, of the thirty pitches he threw last game, where he over extended, and over three fouths of his pitches in the game before that, they were curve balls,” Ace shrugs. “I was watching them.”

“Huh, I’ll say something, but if he doesn’t then that’s on him. You should tell them and see if it holds true.”

Marco snorts, “Unless you convince him, but Hack specializes in curves, doesn’t he?”

“He does. It’s highly likely that Ace isn’t wrong in his prediction.”

“Hack is predictable. It’s Koala that you have to look out for,” Ace admits. “That change up of her’s? I would marry that change up.”

“I’m sure you would. I am gonna have to walk games from your,” Sabo pauses, answering his phone. “Hello? Hey, no? I won’t be back until late, you can just-… Alright.”

“Koala?” Marco asks curiously.

“Yeah,” Sabo sighs. “I have to get going, there’s some kind of team event that the new coach wants to do and Koala couldn’t convince him that I need more notice.”

“Want us to get a bag for your dinner?” Ace asks.

“Nah, I’m done anyway. We have to have a team dinner and then,” He shrugs. “I think I’m gonna scream if I get asked about who I’m dating by our new players. It’s insane.”

“Tell them you’re sleeping with the enemy,” Marco says grinning. “That always makes Hack laugh.”

“Hack thinks it’s funny because it’s true,” Sabo says leaning over the table to kiss him. “And because Koala makes that stupid snorting giggle thing that she does.”

“Have fun,” Ace says kissing Sabo when it’s his turn. “And maybe kick anyone who pisses you off, okay?”

“I might. If I shout that we’re dating at them and we end up all over the front page tomorrow, I’m sorry.”

“We’ll let the team manager know,” Marco promises already sending off a text.

Sabo waves closing the door behind him.

“Think he’ll actually do it?” Ace asks staring at the door.

“Who knows. I hope someone tapes it if he does.”

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A SHOW FOCUSING ON FEMINISM AND WOMEN WITH THE MAIN SHIP BEING A BLACK BISEXUAL WOMAN AND A MUSLIM LESBIAN WOMAN JUST GOT RENEWED FOR T W O MORE SEASONS CAN I GET A HELL YEAH

[yaboybokuto]

i may or may not have fallen in love with @paox‘s ASL fic “How we’re made”. you guys should give it a shot, you’re going to love it 10/10