#BB's Writing

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Heyyy bestie! Since you're taking request for the drabble game, how about 33 - "I'd like to see you try" for our beloveds Luigi and Daisy? 💖

absolutely bestie 🤭

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Luigi didn't know why he agreed to this, but he ultimately could not pass up an opportunity to eat spicy food. Daisy set down two large bowls of shriveled chili peppers on the table. She turned to him with a devious smile.

"Okay, Weegee. I should warn you... these Sarasaland peppers aren't for the faint of heart. They're hotter than the sun!" She patted the bowls of peppers and shook her head as if they were no joke.

Luigi giggled. "Well, Princess, I don't mean to brag, but Mario and I were considered the Spice Bros back in Brooklyn. We were eating Carolina Reapers plain! I bet those peppers will be like air."

"Oh no you didn't!" Daisy scoffed in disbelief, putting her hands on her hips. She picked one bowl and hugged it close. "Maybe Grim's cousin will meet her match! I bet you can't eat an entire bowl of these."

Luigi leaned in with a challenging glint in his eyes. "Oh yeah? Watch me!"

Daisy playfully poked his nose and then flicked it, watching in satisfaction as it jiggled and as Luigi scrunched up his face. "You're on, pretty boy!"

The two finished in a few minutes, with Daisy practically inhaling the peppers, and Luigi more so taking his time but scooping up multiple in one bite. They both turned to face each other, a calm, smug look on Luigi's face, and a strained, toothy smile on Daisy's. Luigi raised a playful eyebrow as she startled trembling and sweating. Her face became an alarmingly bright red.

"ʷ ᵃ ᵗ ᵉ ʳ ?" Daisy squeaked. Luigi already had two glasses of milk on hand.

"Milk is better, Fiore."

Daisy snatched the glasses and chugged them down simultaneously. She then collapsed against the counter, burying her face in her arms.

"...thanks, sweetie..." she mumbled. Luigi smiled triumphantly, leaning against her back and wrapping his arms around her, soothingly rubbing his hand over her stomach.

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Chapter 5! Woo-hoo!

Summary: To say All For One wasn't too happy to find out he'd been cloned without permission would be a sore understatement.

He certainly wasn't going to turn down a new little brother though, even if Hisashi wasn't Yoichi.

Tags: Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Sensei | All For One is Not Midoriya Hisashi, Midoriya Hisashi is Sensei | All For One's Clone, Crack, Crack Taken Seriously, Aromantic Sensei | All For One, Asexual Sensei | All For One, Trans Sensei | All For One, Trans Midoriya Inko, Trans Midoriya Hisashi, Secret Identity, Implied/Referenced Workplace Abuse, Depression, Anxiety, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Car Accident (mentioned), Wage Theft

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I honestly think one of the reason's I'm so slow with No God Beyond these Clouds is because of all the OC's  I'm introducing. I myself am not a big fan of them, and I know for a fact that many readers out there share the same opinion. I guess the only thing I can do about it is keep them as realistic as possible and not turn them into super-human monsterous mary sue/gary stues.

Though having mythology on my side is an advantage. You can't exactly call gods and such your OC's now can you?

[bberetd]

Now it's YOUR turn for a writing prompt 🫵

💪 - bridal carry with Mario/Daisy (as a ship if that's okay, or as friends if it's not) or Luigi/Daisy if you'd prefer that ship.

OR

🩸 - patching up a wound with Mario/Daisy (ship or friends, whichever you'd prefer doing)

oop 😳

i'll go for 💪 and I'm gonna try Mario/Daisy! They'll still retain the dynamic I established in my headcanons, but add in a pinch of pining Daisy (and mayhaps a pining Mario ;))

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Mario knew it would happen. In what world did Daisy think she could drive around Luigi's circuit while standing on her motorcycle? And with her dress? He swore if she weren't as beautiful as she was, he would've been facepalming a lot harder.

Daisy knew exactly what was coming. Mario had been racing on the track with her when the accident happened. He was going to come over and go on and on about telling her so, that she was careless to have steered the motorcycle to the dash panels. She didn't even remember what she was trying to prove. She just knew she had to get up quickly and walk off her injuries before she wouldn't hear the end of it from Mario. But it was too late; she could already hear his distinct footsteps rushing in the grass.

"Daisy-"

"I'm fine. I just..." Daisy grabbed onto the nearby fence, squeezing her eyes shut at the surprisingly great effort it took to stand up. Why does it hurt so much? Where's my crown? Is Mario gone? Please go away, Mario.

Daisy heard a dreaded crack coming from her leg. Shit-

Daisy's knees buckled, and she collapsed onto the ground once again. She didn't even want to see the damage waiting for her underneath her skirts. She grumbled more expletives, sitting back up to go for attempt number two. But before she could do so, she felt one arm around her waist, and another go under her legs, easily lifting her up from the ground. She looked up to come face-to-face with Mario, a little too close. But she supposed Mario didn't feel the same, because he just smiled gently at her.

"You can ask for help, you know. I'm not in your life just for decoration."

Daisy blinked a few times before hesitantly bringing her arms around Mario's shoulders. She strangely found it hard to tear her eyes away from those royal blue eyes. "Eh heh... right."

Mario's smile grew. He adjusted Daisy in his arms, pulling her closer. "Come on. I'm taking you to your castle to get ya fixed up."

"On foot?" Daisy's eyes widened. "Sarasaland is practically lightyears away from here!"

"Won't be a problem. I've walked further." Boy have I walked further. "Besides, you're lighter than a feather."

Daisy gawked. "I am not! I am perfectly in the range of weight for women my age." She huffed, crossing her arms. "You're just strong as hell for no reason."

"D'aww, you think I'm strong?" Mario cooed, getting close to Daisy's face to tease her. "Am I your big, strong, dashing cavalier?"

Daisy's face became a brighter red at the closer proximity of their faces. She hissed and turned her head, pretending to frantically claw at his face to back him up. "Never in a billion years! Caviar is disgusting! Sushi is way better."

Mario stifled a laugh, forgetting she didn't know the meaning of the word. He noticed that she didn't exactly deny what he said before that, but he'd keep that to himself for now; he had a hurt princess in his arms. "Okay then, Princess. I'll be your big and strong sushi. And by the way, I'm taking you on my kart, not walking. Seems all logic escaped that pretty little head of yours when you took that hit."

Pretty? Daisy shook her head, willing her face to not be as red as Mario's cap. "Whatever. Just take me back to my castle."

Mario gave Daisy an expectant look with a raised eyebrow.

"....pleeeeeeaaaaseeeeeeeee?"

He smiled, and pulled Daisy close to his chest once again and walking to his kart. Ti ho presa, bellezza.

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82 with Luaisy?

yippeeee first one

just as thanks for your post earlier, I'm writing this based on events in Untarnished, with Mario still in the hospital bed and Luigi being worried sick (understatement) <3

82. I Trust You

She had seen him sitting on the floor by the hospital room door – Mario’s door –  in fetal position, curled in on himself to the point he looked like a deflated green ball. Even in his most anxious moments, Daisy had never seen Luigi look so defeated, dejected… detached.

Mario had been Luigi’s main priority for the last month, almost entirely rejecting his own well-being (which she absolutely wouldn’t allow), and was more short-tempered, snapping at every little thing that didn’t help bring Mario back to him- even her.

Daisy almost wanted to give up on him. He had shut himself out; she felt like she was walking on eggshells around him, felt like a stranger around him.

But she wouldn’t give up.

Her best friend was naturally in shambles; plagued with everlasting guilt for the extreme hardships her husband had to endure just to save her sorry self (her phrasing exactly). But Luigi was Mario’s brother. She would definitely never fully grasp the turmoil tearing him apart. But she refused to lose another person she loved dearly.

Daisy’s heels clicked quietly against the hospital floor as she approached Luigi. Lifting the back of her skirts, she settled beside him, their shoulders almost touching. He didn’t move an inch, but she knew he must have sensed her familiar floral-vanilla scent that, according to him, was very strong.

Her hand hovered over his arm, trembling slightly. Mario’s current condition had caused such a deep rift between them that she couldn’t even touch her own husband. But she took a deep breath and let it gently land on his arm, stroking her thumb along it.

She didn’t expect anything to happen - Luigi had been in that same spot for who-knows-how-long - but maybe, just maybe, her quiet company would reach him.

But after a few long moments, she heard something, like a faint snap, though she couldn’t tell if it came from Luigi or somewhere within the hospital. Slowly, he fell limply against Daisy’s shoulder, before turning his body and curling up against her. Daisy wanted to roll her head back in sheer relief but settled for gathering him into her arms and resting her cheek against his head. He was trembling severely. He was murmuring almost inaudibly in his native tongue.

“Sono così preoccupato per lui… Non posso perderlo...”

Of course, the words were lost on her, but Daisy responded by stroking his hair, whispering softly, “I’m here.”

Luigi hiccuped, clutching onto her torso and burying his face in her chest.

“Ti amo... ti amo così tanto,” he whispered against her, and this, Daisy understood. It was a phrase she'd heard from him countless times. She pressed a light kiss to his hair as a silent “I love you too.” They stayed like that for hours, and as the minutes ticked by, Daisy’s heart grew a little lighter. Luigi’s love and trust in her had never left. They had each other, and for now, that was enough.

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I woke up in a cutesy fluffy mood today so I’m dumping my cutesy fluffy mood onto these goons 🚶‍♀️

This takes place one day post-marriage!

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Bright

He woke up with the blinding orange-tinted sunlight in his eyes. It took him a while to stir, trying to remember if he was real or not. It wasn’t until he moved his arms that he realized they felt stiff, so he outstretched them from their current position, then moved them back onto the wonderfully soft and silk object he was holding.

Wait, what am I holding?

Luigi cast his eyes up in thought and slight fear. A small, paranoid part of him that maybe it was one of those good dreams gone bad where he would discover that it was a giant spider he was holding and devour him whole once he made eye contact. But he took a chance and ran his right hand down the material, and the curiosity immediately faded away; he recognized that feeling from anywhere. He tilted his head down, enough to see his beautiful princess sleeping against him, or at least the top of her hair and forehead, since her face was buried in his chest.

He smiled tiredly, now comfortably combing his hand through the back of her suddenly larger-looking hair. Humidity had never been kind to Daisy; she would always wake up with a hundred percent frizzier hair. It got worse as she got older, and because of this, she had to wake up earlier in the mornings, as it would take more time to make it look normal again. They both couldn’t help but wonder what powers above in the Overthere gave her this curse. As far as Daisy could remember, she had always been well-behaved. Pretty much.

But the frizz unveiled the true volume of Daisy’s hair, and it just gave Luigi more to run his hands through, so it was a win in his book. He brought his left arm up to pet her bangs, pulling her closer in the process. That was when his eyes registered the shiny diamond on his ring finger, and everything snapped into place: He was holding his wife. And he, he was a husband! The knowledge was enough to make his heart jump and further wake him up. His reality was further confirmed as he felt the same rock gently pressing onto his back from Daisy’s own finger.  The room suddenly felt a lot brighter. He couldn’t believe how lucky he was to be holding the most beautiful woman in Sarasaland, hell, all the kingdoms in this world, so closely and intimately, and call him his, and him hers.

Luigi felt Daisy’s eyelashes flutter against his chest, a surefire sign that she was waking up, making his smile grow. He leaned in and whispered against her forehead. “Buongiorno, Fiore.”

Daisy made a sleepy noise, clutching and unclutching the back of his shirt, which in Daisinese (a language Luigi and their friends proudly created) meant, “I’m awake, but I’m too tired to talk.” Luigi couldn’t help but let out a light huff of amusement. Sleepy Daisy was a hard contrast from awake and chipper Daisy. One of the things that he found cute about her was how she was a grabber in her sleep, clenching her hand around anything it came into contact with. In some moments when she was napping, Luigi would hover over her and place his hand where their hands would meet. Normally, her face was resting in her sleep, but when her hand would unknowingly close around Luigi’s, a small smile would form on her face, as if she could feel his presence.

Daisy held Luigi a bit tighter in her half-asleep state, mumbling something incoherent against his chest. Luigi chuckled lightly.

“Wake up, you,” he teased before planting several light kisses on her forehead, which resulted in tired, muffled giggles from Daisy, and the shaking of her head. He pulled back slightly and looked for his next favorite spot on Daisy’s face: her freckles, dotted and perfectly aligned on the top of her cheeks. He leaned in again to kiss each and every one of them, further stirring Daisy awake.

“Stooooooooopp,” she laughed, moving her arms to push at Luigi’s chest. Normally, fifty percent of Daisy’s power would be enough to knock Luigi off the bed, but she was sleepy and hardly trying, letting him win even. Luigi laughed with her, grabbing both her hands in his own and smiling from ear to ear.

“Then wake up!”

Daisy’s eyes finally opened, in slow motion it felt like, and they met Luigi’s. She gave him a goofy smile before moving her eyes down to their joined hands, taking note of the rings on their finger. Her smile softened, but then brightened, looking back up to Luigi. “Morning… hubby.”

Luigi gave her a playful but heartfelt smile. “Morning… wifey.” His face twisted up slightly at how the word sounded coming out of his mouth. And a silent, agreeing single nod from Daisy confirmed that he would never say that again. But it was back to smiles after that.

“Nooo. Italian-ify it or something. I like when you do that.” Daisy smiled sweetly.

Luigi thought for a moment before the term popped into his head and tried his greeting again. “Okay, then. Good morning, moglie.”

Daisy blushed and giggled like an idiot, using their now entwined hands to cover her mouth. She loved how smoothly Italian rolled off his tongue. “Much better.” She tugged on his hands, pulling him in for a tender morning kiss.

Luigi smiled into the kiss, closing his eyes. Today would definitely be a good day.

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Next chapter’s done!

Summary: To say All For One wasn't too happy to find out he'd been cloned without permission would be a sore understatement.

He certainly wasn't going to turn down a new little brother though, even if Hisashi wasn't Yoichi.

Tags: Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Sensei | All For One is Not Midoriya Hisashi, Midoriya Hisashi is Sensei | All For One's Clone, Crack, Crack Taken Seriously, Aromantic Sensei | All For One, Asexual Sensei | All For One, Trans Sensei | All For One, Trans Midoriya Inko, Trans Midoriya Hisashi, Secret Identity, Implied/Referenced Workplace Abuse, Depression, Anxiety, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm

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New Chapter’s Up and Ready to Read!

Summary: To say All For One wasn't too happy to find out he'd been cloned without permission would be a sore understatement.

He certainly wasn't going to turn down a new little brother though, even if Hisashi wasn't Yoichi.

Tags: Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Sensei | All For One is Not Midoriya Hisashi, Midoriya Hisashi is Sensei | All For One's Clone, Crack, Crack Taken Seriously, Aromantic Sensei | All For One, Asexual Sensei | All For One, Trans Sensei | All For One, Trans Midoriya Inko, Trans Midoriya Hisashi, Secret Identity, Implied/Referenced Workplace Abuse, Depression, Anxiety, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm

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New chapter’s up! I know I said on Halloween, but I got a sudden rush of inspiration!

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Little Hopes - Chapter 3

Chapter 3: New Hurts and Old Comforts

New chapter’s done and ready to read! :D

Remember to mind the tags, please!

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new chapter just dropped! :)

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Another one! Pls enjoy! :)

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Yo, new chapter just dropped <3

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Chapter 2 of Little Hopes has been posted!

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Yooo, new chapter’s up!

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Healing in the aftermath of That Night is difficult. The antagonization only makes it worse.

Now, on top of it all, Hisashi's pregnant.

Fuck.

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@hey-hamlet - Sequel’s out!