#I lov watching him already he's so fun

[hyperfixation-symposium]

q!tubbo for the blorbo thingy

HIHIHI LISS HI!!!!

He is so fucked up already dreaming about Cucurucho hitting him with a train. I want him to experience more horrors. Also get some proper rest king, Tubbegg needs eepy and NOT spending countless days on the QSMP off stream.

[sunflowersteves]

um so getting fucked by logan in public place...i mean getting fucked by logan-

(please know the way i'm salivating over this man is downright sinful.)

author's note || babes,,, i feel u. this man is in my dreams 24/7. i lov u for requesting this <3

summary || basically, you defend Logan and he quite literally goes feral.

warnings || fluff, some angst, anti-mutant rhetoric, SMUT [minors dni], P in V sex, praise kink, public-sex, desperation

Logan was used to being alone. It was second nature for him to blend into a crowd and survey the bustling fullness of the night. Usually, he hightailed to the back of the bar, his eyes studying carefully while he nursed the beer in his hand. 

When Logan met you, though, some things changed a bit. Instead of being at the back of the bar, he usually sat right next to you. While he wasn’t much for PDA and often abstained from it, he still let the hardness of his thigh rest against yours. It was such a simple touch, but you knew how much Logan needed to breathe in your presence. It soothed him. 

Tonight was like any other Friday night. You both wanted to go to the bar for a little bit of fun before another mission killed the atmosphere. Logan usually has a beer in his hand and his other subtly resting against your back. His eyes would bore into yours as he watched you talk about your day. It was always something he looked forward to. The ways that your eyes would sparkle underneath the illuminating bar lights. 

The bar was packed tonight, though. Bodies were practically on top of one another—playing pool, dancing to the stereo, or attempting to chat up someone to take home. Your idea to go to the bar had not just been your own. You could hear Logan’s heartbeat race as someone kept bumping into him—despite the very menacing aura rolling off of him. 

So, in response, you were currently nursing a whiskey all by your lonesome. It wasn’t that you were lonesome, it was much of the opposite. Logan had stepped out of the bar for a quick smoke, wanting to calm the nerves that pricked his skin. Logan needed a breather. He never wanted to leave you by yourself—although he knew you were completely fine. He just didn’t want to. You smiled at him with one of those breathtaking ones that caught his breath. 

“Go. I’ll still be here.” You whispered. God, he loved you. It was so evident, yet the years of having a broken heart shattered his ideas of loving someone again. The pain was etched across his chest, back, organs—everything. Add the number of people surrounding him, caging him in had reached an overwhelming capacity. So, he stepped out toward the back and dragged his cigar across his lips. He let the nicotine softly quiet the aches in his chest. 

You sipped the bitter taste of Jim Beam, your body almost shuddering at the hot feeling of liquor going down your throat. You felt the buzz already—not having much of anything to eat despite Logan asking if you had eaten. He handed you a granola bar in the car. He already knew the answer to his question. During a heated discussion with Scott, you had completely forgotten to eat some lunch. 

Logan was as caring as always—rubbing a hand across your wrist to ask if you had anything to eat today. However, your thoughts of him were screeched to a halt from a presence coming straight toward you. 

“Where’d the big guy go?”

Your eyebrow quirks up at the sensation of a tall silhouette behind you. You didn’t respond, though. You and Logan were used to the comments—usually, fans wanting pictures with the well-known X-men. Those you didn’t mind. Men like these, though? The ones that taunt you for your differences, the ones that make your skin itch.

“C’mon. That mutant scum isn’t here anymore. No need to act so tough.” 

You huffed out of your nose in disgust. There was a sizzle underneath your chest that made you want to scream in anger. You held your ground, though, knowing that it wouldn’t help very much. You knew men like these. Any use of your powers could end up with a call to the police and another article about how “violent” mutants are.

Although, not budging made the stranger even more pissed than he was. “You’re too pretty to be with a beast like him. Didn’t you hear, anyway?” This man just wouldn’t stop fucking talking. “The Wolverine hurts anything he touches. He’s a fuck up. A low life. A fucking animal—” 

Now that comment is what made you turn your head. You had heard enough before you slammed your glass on the bar counter. The man beside you jumped in surprise. A scowl on your lips, nostrils flared. “What the fuck did you just say?” 

Logan’s eyebrows twitched as he heard the snarl in your voice. He burnt out the cigar on his skin—slightly wincing at the sizzle of his skin. Worry surged through his chest at the mere idea of your discomfort. A primal need to protect the thing he loves was fogging his brain. The leather of his jacket was straining against the bulge of his muscles as he sauntered back through the bar. His shoulders were taunted back, surveying the bar as everyone’s head turned to you and some guy. 

His eyes widened at the sight before him. You had bunched the collar of the man, lifting him off the floor. Your eyes were wild with anger, your teeth clenched tightly as you spoke to the stranger. “If you ever talk about the Wolverine like that again, I’m going to cut off your head and feed it to your fucking wife—” The boom of your voice echoed through the bar. It was so silent that a pin could drop. 

You could handle comment after comment thrown at you. That, you knew quite well. However, you knew how Logan actually felt about the comments. They called him an animal. A beast. They forced him into something he was always scared of. Himself. You knew him differently. He was Logan. He would make you a cup of coffee every morning, adding a sprinkle extra of cinnamon that he knew you loved. He left fuzzy blankets in his room after the first time you spent the night with him. You commented how itchy his sheets were and ever since, he silently wraps you up in one with an arm attached to your waist. He would place a protective arm in front of you during missions—always assessing the danger to make sure that you would never get hurt. He was so much more than anything they portrayed him as. He was human and everyone—including the team—sometimes forgets that. 

“Darlin’—” You felt your shoulder visibly relax as his large hand enveloped your soft skin. “They’re not worth it.” 

Your heart was beating fast against your ears. You did everything in your power to not throw the man across the room. Your teeth snarled at him—the guy visibly winces, expecting the worst. You slowly lowered him to the ground and let go of his collar. 

“Fucking mutants.” He spits before backing up as far away from the two of you as possible. You turn to move again and the guy gets startled and jumps in fear. Logan squeezes your shoulder to try and ground you once again.

He sees you visibly relax, some regret etched into your features. He knew that you didn’t want to cause a scene but you couldn’t help it. He knew that feeling quite well—when it came to you, he was the same. 

“Let's go home.” 

Logan was silent as the two of you walked out of the bar. You cringed at the pure stillness of the night. You didn’t mean to do more than you should have. It was just an instinct, especially as the vexation flowed through your veins. 

You stop in your tracks for a moment. You opened your mouth to say something which prompted his steps to a halt, as well. “Logan, I’m—” He never let you finish. He grabs your shoulders and shoves you against the brick wall of the bar. You let out a gasp, but it’s quickly swallowed by his mouth on yours. 

His heart is beating fast, echoing against his ears. For once in his life, someone had protected him. Someone had stood up and defended him. Sure, Charles has done that many times, but not from an act of pure love. Charles believed in him. You loved him. 

He has this feeling in his chest. He wantonly has an itch to devour you. He wants to lick the sides of your body and ravish in the pure essence of you. He’d never had this feeling before—this animalistic, pure affection was pounding against his chest. 

“You just couldn’t help it, huh, princess?” He grunted against your ear. His hands caged you in, one resting beside your head and the other deliciously attached to your hip. His teeth nipped at the skin below your ear. “You just wanted to defend your old man, hmm?” He hummed. 

The hand on your hip lowered to your thigh and squeezed the plush flesh. You were wearing a pretty dress tonight, one that you knew he would rip off later. You just weren’t expecting it now. “I just—” He breathed in the smell of your shampoo and it sent a shiver down your spine. “I couldn’t let him talk about you like that, Lo.” 

You let out a whine as he growled against your ear. He was insatiable—unhinged. Something was brewing beneath his stomach that he had never felt before. “Oh, pretty girl. You wanted to protect me?” His lips were at the shell of his ear. You nodded. You almost felt shy now, a direct contrast from earlier. 

Your leg moved to wrap around his own, curling right around his hip. He smirked at the sparkle in your eyes. “Yeah, I know, baby. God, you’re just so fucking good to me.” You were both losing your patience from the pliant kissing and stumbling of limbs. You both were desperate and wanting of one another. 

His lips lowered down your neck. The hand that was caged against the side of your head was now pressed up against your breast. You whined, “They can’t—” You gasped as he squeezed the plush flesh. “They can’t say those things. Made me—” He smiles, lips curling into a little smirk. He moves his arm down to your aching cunt. “Made me see red, Lo.” 

Your hips buck into his hand, the wall scratching against your shoulders as you’re shoved more into the brick. “Yeah? Wanted to hurt him, baby?”

He groaned into your ear at the thought of blood covering your hands from destroying the man trying to insult him. It only fueled more of his fire. He couldn’t take it anymore—mouth still sticking to yours in a gruesome dance across your lips. The saliva spread to his beard, messy and filthy. 

“Wanted—ah—wanted to see him pay.” His hand fully dipped between your panties, bunching up your dress as he lifted you up against the wall. It happened swiftly, yet your mind burned with want and need.

“Fuck. You’re so wet.” He teased your slick entrance, making your legs instinctively pull him closer. “Logan, please.” 

He could smell the way you were leaking for him, spreading the slick around with his fingers. He let out a growl and swiftly unbuckled his belt. He couldn’t wait any longer and neither could you. 

“Can’t wait to fill you. Such a pretty fuckin’ pussy.” He moves your panties with his thumb and swiftly glides in his wide girth. You moan in unison, but you swallow his own and yours with a long kiss on his lips. Your tongues swirl together and you could’ve sworn he pulled you even further. You could feel every inch of him inside of you. He moaned at the stretch of your cunt wrapped around him. “Feel so good, pretty girl. Gonna—fuck—gonna make you mine.”

Your head hits the back of the wall and you start to feel fuzzy in the head. “Lo–” You whine. “Love you.” You whisper into the night air. Something hits Logan in the chest and he can’t help but snap his hips into you even further. 

It makes you see stars, but all Logan can think about is how much he loves you. His chest was burning with something different—something more primal than he had ever felt. It made him want to drool, place his head against you, and live there forever. 

“Love you too, baby.” He grunts. He wanted to do this properly—to be a gentleman. He wanted to take you out to dinner, make sweet love to you, and then tell you those three little words. It completely went out the window when you defended him—when you stood up for him like no one else has. You completely had his back and he couldn’t help but let the happiness burst through his veins. “Love you so fucking much. You know that, baby?”

He makes you turn your head towards him to look him in the eye. You nod immediately, but that isn’t enough for Logan. “Need to hear you, baby. Say it.”

“You love me. I know you love me.” He groans and pumps his cock straight onto your cervix. It makes you squeal at the sensation and he feels the slick run down to his balls. The cold night air made goosebumps on your skin, though, your mind not even noticing. 

“Fuck, I love the way you sound. Don’t be shy, baby.” You fully moan, more than likely the sound echoing across the bar parking lot. “That’s it.” You both were beginning to feel dizzy with love and lust. He couldn’t stop staring into your eyes. He was too immersed in them and he never wanted to look away from them again. 

“Fuck, Logan!” 

“Let go, baby. Let me feel you.” The coil finally snapped as you unleashed the precipice of your orgasm. Your body shuttered against him, all while he was singing praises in your ear. You clench around him so hard that in one thrust, he’s filling you up to the brim. He slowly pumps his salty cum into you, your body convulsing with pure ecstasy. 

You start to giggle in his arms about the whole night. Logan couldn’t help but smile too. You were just too contagious. 

“Let’s go home, Lo.”

He couldn’t help but smile brightly at the thought. He couldn’t suppress the pure joy like he normally could.

“Yeah, okay.” He whispers.

You were home to him. 

He never had to do anything alone anymore. He certainly didn’t have to deal with the demons attached to his hurt heart.

He finally had you.

[unknownperson246]

Hiii can you write a smut fic where reader realises she likes being spanked so she tells izzy about it and they try it out during sex? (Sorry about the bad English. its not my first language 🙏)

Hii I’m so sorry I wrote and finished it all earlier today but I forgot to post it just remembered and I hope you enjoy it 💋💋

Brand Spanking New:

Words: 964

warnings: *smut* *fluff* *spanking kink* *p in v* *using and mentioning of drugs* *dacryphilia* *mentions of other kinks* *masturbating* *Daddy kink* *praise kink* *begging* *aftercare*

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You never really experimented with kinks. You never really had the experience. Izzy spanked you once after you asked him to just experiment with what you like. You even loved begging Izzy to come. He ate you out. You called him Daddy. He praised you. He was rough one time because you asked him to get rough with you. It was painful but you enjoyed it. Nothing compared to Izzy spanking out on your ass. It was the best one out of all the things you've tried with him. You thought it was sexy and hot. It also got you the most wet when he spanked you. He loved watching you cry during sex. It made him know that you cried because of him. He loved giving you head. One day you and Izzy have fun and go wild. You guys go all crazy and smoke some tar heroin so you both are pretty high. You were in the bedroom getting feisty over each other. Both of your guys’s clothes were already thrown somewhere across the floor. You both were on the bed shooting up. You saw his bare cock and giggled.

“You have a big dick.” You say. “Shit I said it out loud.” You said snorting again.

“Yeah.” Izzy smiled.

He took your hand down to his cock. He wrapped the palm of your hands and your fingers around his soft dick. You could feel it swelling up and stiffening as soon as you touched it. He was getting you to jerk him off with your hands. You could see shivers going up and down his body. His wet lips parted. Small grunts escaped his mouth the more you squeezed it. He took your fingers and made it into the shape of a ring. He slid your fingers up and down his hard cock. 

“Oh fuck” He moans lightly. 

You move your hand away feeling all of his pre-come.

“I fucking love you” You snort while you take your syringe and throw it to the side table to get it out of the way.

“I love you too” He giggles, grabbing both of your breasts. He was fucked up in the head. He couldn't think straight and neither could you.

“Iz” You moan at the feeling of his hands holding onto a sensitive part of your body.

“You remember when we tried out all those tricks in the bedroom?” He asked you, smirking.

“Yes.” You say.

“I noticed you like spanking the best.” He says taking his hands that were massaging your bare tits. His hands traveled down to your waist down to your big ass. He squeezed it lightly at first. He forced himself on the side of the bed you were on. “Bend over on the bed,” He said, grabbing your hand.

You obeyed his command and tried not to fall into the position Izzy asked for you to get in. You wanted to be his good girl. You wanted to be his pet. You loved it when he praised you.

“Good Girl,” He said as you bent over. 

You felt his hard cock grinding against your wet pussy. 

“Mm,” You moaned as your hands played with your leopard bed sheets.

“Baby hurry up please.” You beg Izzy to stop grinding and to just go inside of you. You wanted to feel the friction. You wanted to sense his cock thrusting on the inside of you. You wanted him to leave a nice creampie inside of you.

“Izzy” You cry feeling the angst and the semi-orgasm as he continues to grind.

He smacked your ass for being an impatient brat. He smacked it over and over again. He watched your squirm from underneath him as he was hovering on top of your body holding on to your hip with one hand. He enjoyed watching you beg for his cock. He wanted you to beg him for everything that involved sex. It made him feel more in control and you both loved it. He loved watching you whine and beg for his dick. He left his handprints on your ass. He was marking it as his property like how an animal pisses showing its territory.

“Iz” You chuckle feeling the heroin coursing through your veins.

“I’m tired,” You say to Izzy.

He smacked your ass again. 

“We just started.” He said.

He finally stuck his hard cock inside of you without showing you any intention of doing it. He only said the words “We just started.”  

He felt your pussy and the walls surrounding it. You felt him slide up and down in your most sensitive area. You let out small moans as he continued thrusting inside of you. His hips smacking against your ass. You loved every small sensation of ecstasy you got from him and his heroin. You finally are about to leave your orgasm around his cock. “Izzy fuck me harder” You cry as you finally feel your stomach knotting up and your legs shaking. He felt your orgasm coming on. He felt a warm liquid dripping down his cock. He kept thrusting you as he kept occasionally giving you small smacks on your ass now and then. You knew he was going to come when you felt his thrusts get sloppy and he stopped smacking your ass every 2 minutes. You felt his head go back because his hand let’s your hip go. His back arches into the air. “I’m there” He moans. He dumped his wet load inside of you. 

He pulls out of you and he takes you to the shower to get all the cocaine out of your guys’s system. You both take a bath together and get out and get warm in your comfy bed. You both fall asleep in each other's arms.

[bluelizze]

spinneraki figure skating au

i was inspired by this tiktok of this guy ice skating to good luck babe! (this song is literally the inspo for this au)

Idk much about the actual figure skating world or anything so if anything is inaccurate to the real thing, I apologized T v T

spinner was a former hockey player and was bullied for being weak

tomura is a figure skater where the bastard afo is his coach and pressured him to win against all might (a fellow coach)

izuku, bakugo, and all might have a pretty similar plotline with yoi but that's another story

spinner was going to practice late at night when he witness tomura, already on the rink, skating like a fairy and that's when spinner decided to quit the team

this made spinner confuse bc it angered his team and he's like "but u call me weak and i'm kinda doing u a favor????"

if i were writing this as a fanfic, this would mostly be in spinner's pov bc tomura is suppose to be a mystrious but beautiful figure skater

when really, tomura is going thru a lot behind the scenes bc of afo pressuring him

eventually tomura notices spinner decided to help him and the first thing he does was to find a coach

giran recommanded mr. compress who was a former figure skater but due to some injuries, he was forced to step down but is a really good coach

which enters the rest of the lov

twice and dabi used to be figure skaters, coached by compress

himiko is a young junior figure skater, coached by compress

btw, as cliche as it sounds, tomura is in a bit of a situttion ship with dabi (that's a whole other subplot)

ANYWAYS tomura also offers some private lessons for spinner to do with him

these privates lessons helped them grow closer to one another and soon tomura starts revealing little stuff about himself

how he is not happy doing figure skating, despite it being something he always wanted to do

or smth else idk

NOW THE CONFESSION SCENE: honestly i think this is when tomura becomes the most vunarble

he tells spinner that he has seen his hockey games and wanted to get to know him but afo, being a bitch, did not let him

he doesn't really want to compete against that damn kid izuku. all he wanted was to skate (he just wanna vibe ig)

he only got together with dabi bc he was despatre to love someone and dabi was the only other person before he met spinner to relate? understand? he doesn't know

he even considered quitting but afo wouldn't allow him

spinner comforted tomura and said that they will work things out

before i forget, yes kurogiri is in the au, but he's kinda the acting coach for tomura but unlike afo, he watches over tomura's physically and mental well-being

so when he saw how spinner helped tomura, kurogiri sugguested to do a compietiion together

tomura was hesiated but kurogiri said he got sutff under control

afo will be get rid of (idk how but dw, he's gonna be gone by the end) and kurogiri becomes tomura's permitted coach or gets to be coached under compress

their first compeition together was the first time they truly had fun and felt free

tomura's outfit is my fav to think of bc i imagine he's always wore black in his costume but during his first competition without afo, he wore white instead to symbolize tomura's new beginning and the start of his healing jounry with spinner

they had their first kiss when they won :)

[foreverisntenough]

‘OURS’

Summary: You were his and he was yours but what would it be like adding one more? Thrust into a whirlwind romance you never could’ve imagined that became your forever love. You continue building a new life across the pond with a very beautiful Scouser. A sequel to the ‘You’re Mine’ fic.

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Warnings: This series will contain fluff, suggestion, smut (unprotected sex,) pregnancy, parenting, self doubt, body image, mention of the word ‘daddy,’ angst, alcohol consumption - not sure what else really… if i miss anything please lmk!

Note: Thank you for reading! Please be sure to like, comment, or message me what you think of the series! Try not to nitpick with any real pregnant/ baby logistics it’s better if you just read along happily :)

Extra warning! The end of this chapter touches on mental health struggles and body image issues. It’s a little dark so if that is at all potentially triggering to you please be advised and do not interact.

Chapter 18 - Where Is She | ‘Ours’

You boarded the plane for your flight back to England with Trent, Teddy, and Dianne. It was nice you were able to spend time after the game and get to see your friends but you were also pretty tired. Teddy had just woken up from her afternoon nap when the plane took off.  She was so much more communicative now you couldn’t believe it but it was also really fun and exciting to watch her learn so you’d pepper her with silly questions all day and she loved talking. Most of the time it was babbles interspersed with a few words but you could understand what she was getting at.

“Where’s nana sitting, Ted?” You asked her as she stood looking around. Dianne was in a seat facing away from Teddy so it wasn’t inherently obvious. She was able to indicate that she knew exactly what you were talking about. She walked a little bit towards her and then pointed excitedly when she found Dianne. You laughed when she came running back towards you and Trent. 

“Mama! Mama!” She was adamant about getting your attention. She tugged on your shirt excitedly despite your focus already being on her. She looked up at you with her big brown eyes, the same ones as Trents. It felt like yesterday she was born and you could remember seeing her for the first time, seeing her striking resemblance to him for the first time. The fact that that same tiny little girl could stand and walk on her own now was insane. 

“Yes, baby?” You gently asked her, running your hand over her head careful not to ruin her two pigtails Dianne did this morning. Teddy told you Nana was down at the other end of the plane incredibly enthusiastically. 

“Teddy girl, did you find me? You’re so smart. How did you find me?” Dianne cooed, leaning over for Teddy to see her. Teddy giggled proud of herself. 

“Dada! Nana!” Teddy pointed at Dianne for Trent to look as well. It was important that Trent saw her amazing discovery. 

“Wow! Good girl, Ted.” Trent laughed. “Do you wanna go sit with Nana?” Trent asked her and her face lit up running back down towards Dianne who scooped her up into her lap.

“Come here, you.” Dianne cooed, situating Teddy on her lap. She looked at you and Trent who were exhausted. “So last night was fun?” She asked not having heard about it all day. You just kind of forgot to discuss any further once you were back with Teddy. 

“Too fun.” You giggled rolling your head to the side. She smiled and turned back around. Trent pinched your side at the cheek. You weren’t really referring to your dinner or the club, you were talking about your night once you got back to the hotel, that was too fun and you had the markings to prove it.  “I love you.” You whispered to Trent before you pressed a soft kiss onto his shoulder. 

“Come sit with me.” He smiled and pulled you into his lap. You giggled and cozied up to him giving him another kiss this time to his lips. “I love you so much more.” You rolled your eyes. He wasn’t saying this because he loved you so much more. He did love you but this was to ‘win’ the who loves the other more debate. You tapped at his chest. He smiled again and it made you pout it was so cute. He kissed your hair. You rested our head on his shoulder and Trent reached over you to fix the strap of your top that had fallen. You kissed his arm that was outstretched in front of you while he was fixing it. It was in these silences that you felt you could tell you loved each other more than you ever could put into words. He leaned back into the seat and sighed keeping one arm wrapped around your waist, the other just resting on his thigh. You traced the lines on his rested hand’s palm with your finger and smiled. You wish you could memorize every inch of him down to the pattern of these lines. You laid your palm over his, comparing your hand sizes. Yours being significantly much smaller. You giggled when he collapsed his fingers around yours suddenly. “What are you doing, silly girl?” he whispered. 

“I like your hands.” You whispered back to him inspecting his hand that was now laced with yours. The back of your hand was facing upwards so you could see your engagement ring tucked between his fingers. It made you swoon a little when you saw it paired with his hand. You got distracted from your assessment of his hands though when a tiredness continued to wash over you and only grow stronger.  You cuddled into him sleepily. You listened to his slow breathing and the hum of the plane lulling you into sleep. Trent followed you or maybe he had gone before you, you weren't sure.

“Your daddy loves your mummy so much. Did you know that?” Dianne cooed seeing you and Trent embraced and asleep. She remembered meeting you and being awestruck by your natural beauty. You weren’t like the other girls that had been around. There was a type of woman that circulated in the football community and she was sure they were all lovely people but there was something about your normalcy that put her at ease. Seeing Trent so affectionate was shocking. He never had the time or never cared to devote his attention to someone the way he did for you. She wondered what it was. What was the draw? Obviously over the years she got to know you and she watched her son fall madly in love with you. What made Dianne smile though was when Trent would share all the reasons he loved you. They were all incredibly insignificant human actions and yet he thought the things you did were ethereal. The way your lips curled with a smile while you took a drink from a glass listening to someone tell a story, the way your nose scrunched when it was too sunny, the way your hand fit perfectly in his, the way you would always fall asleep on him before a film would end. It was the color of your nails, the sound of your voice, the way you smelt. These are things everyone did or had but it was all so very different because it was you. You were what made him fall in love. She looked on as you two fit perfectly together in his seat. It was strange to look at Trent and see her little boy and yet there she was holding his little girl just the same age that she’d always imagined him to be. 

“Leaving so soon?” He cheekily asked with a dumb sleepy smile. You shook your head ‘no’ and scooted a little further from him. You woke up with still a bit of time left on the flight. You kissed Trent’s forehead and moved back to your own seat. Your movements initially waking him. You checked your phone for emails and texts, mundane things. When your phone pinged though it was like an alarm bell for Teddy. She noticed that you were finally awake. She was squirming in Dianne’s arms dying to get back to you and Trent. 

“Someone has been patiently waiting for mummy and daddy to wake up.” Dianne sang, letting Teddy run down the aisle of the plane. That was a lie. She wasn’t patient at all. She napped for a bit but all she wanted to do was spend time with you two. She loved Dianne but having you in such close proximity but not having your attention drove her nuts. 

“Oh thank you for waiting, sweet girl. Want to come sit with me?” You cooed as she eagerly climbed up onto your lap with little grunts of determination. You could’ve helped her but you figured she could do it on her own. She didn’t answer your question verbally but the little girl with her face smushed in your boobs was an answer in itself. You landed, Teddy cried, but you made it home eventually. 

“You know that man from Condé Nast emailed me.” You spoke to Trent aloud as you skirted around the kitchen island beginning to make dinner. Teddy was sitting with bright eyes excited watching you pull out all the food letting her try bits of it all for your meal. Trent sat at the island next to her on his phone checking the update from the England team about their upcoming travel details. 

“Oh yeah? What’d he say?” Trent asked you sincerely but kept his gaze on his phone. He was reading an email about their departure in a few days time. He needed to get to St. George’s and then they were flying to Norway for a friendly. 

“He just asked how I was, you and Teddy as well but really he was asking if I gave any thought to the piece he wants to write. He told me he wants it to be like a full spread. He’s already gotten the green light to run it. He obviously just needs me but… why me? Don't you think he can just use someone else?” You rambled for way too long and Trent was doing his best to follow your train of thought.  

“No one is you though. Baby, you’re one of one. Of course he’s interested in you… for an article.” Trent clarified and you gave him a sly smile. “Baby, I think it’d be nice for you. Maybe you should see it out.” Trent finally picked his head up and looked at you encouragingly. 

“Maybe…” You turned back to the stove and were quiet for a moment. “Maybe I’ll tell him after the wedding I’ll meet with him and we can go from there.” You told Trent but you also told yourself. You replied to his email later in the night and awaited his reply. He got back to you the next day and was ecstatic in his response. He even sent along his outline of what he wanted to discuss when you met eventually. It was a weird feeling, of feeling confident yet incredibly insecure. You spent days rereading his outline wondering what kind of questions he’d ask under each of the categories and how you would answer them. Trent left to head down south to St. Georges and like you had told Denise in Madrid, you had planned to fly to New York, taking Teddy with you. Teddy didn’t love to travel, mostly the taking off and landing really bothered her. If her ears popped it was a nightmare but she was getting a lot better at it given the frequency at which you were doing it. 

“Send her flowers or something that she likes.” You cooed looking into your phone. You were laying in your new Manhattan apartment courtesy of Trent. You had your mum handle a lot of the furnishings like the moldings and painting but now that you were there you finally could decorate it just how you and Trent wanted it to be so that was on your docket as well as wedding appointments for the week. Jude and Trent were together Facetiming you laid on the couch with Teddy cuddled up on your chest.

“I always send her flowers.” Jude responded in a very defeated tone. You watched Trent’s face pull into an adorable smirk trying his very best not to poke fun at Jude for keeping the fact that he had even been sending flowers to Lauren at all in the first place a secret. 

“Okay… well sorry? I didn’t know that because you’ve told us nothing!” you teasingly raised your voice at him fulfilling Trent’s desire to joke about this. Teddy rustled on your chest not thrilled with the volume of your voice. 

“No mama, shhhh.” Her face crumpled into a very unimpressed but simultaneously very cute pout. Her little hand pulled at the collar of your t-shirt. Trent laughed at Teddy reprimanding you. You kissed her forehead and apologized. 

“Laurennnnn” You sang bouncing Teddy on your hip as you shut the front door of her apartment after accepting flowers from the delivery man a few days later.

“What?” She asked you from the kitchen. She thought you just wanted her to listen to you, not come and find you. You settled and walked to the living room where you could see into her open kitchen. 

“Are you dating a certain Mr. Jude Bellingham?” You giggled in a mocking tone she didn’t appreciate. She rolled her eyes at your comment before she pulled her head out from the refrigerator after getting herself a seltzer water. 

“What?” She said preemptive to looking at you. Her face fell into a pout quickly seeing you holding a gorgeous floral arrangement. “Oh… Those are pretty. Are they from…” She paused like she didn’t want to say his name. She was so hesitant. So un-Lauren.

“Your boyfrrienddd!?!??!” You cooed cheekily, bouncing Teddy more who was loving your excitement. She clapped. You imagine she probably thought you guys were celebrating something and to a degree you should’ve been. 

“Y/N...”  Lauren dragged out your name silently asking you to not make a big deal. You threw your head to the side with a scoff. You were annoyed. How much more did she want from him? Lauren told you about their conversation in the club and about the evening they had following it but she said they kind of just proceeded as normal after that. Jude dropped her off at the airport's departures a couple of days after the match and kissed her goodbye. That was that. She didn’t know what they were referring to each other as now. She didn’t know if dating meant they could see other people and she didn't want to ask. Lauren couldn’t suppress her smile though as she took the flowers out of your hand and brought them to her kitchen table. She plucked the card tucked in them and bent over leaning her forearms on to the surface to read it.  She shut her eyes in a blissful way and ran her one hand over her face bashfully. Naturally you were curious what elicited such a reaction. You walked over and snatched the card from her in the same way she did to you years ago in your own apartment when Trent had sent you something.  

‘I want to take my girlfriend on holiday this summer. Let me know what she says xx JB’ 

“So what are you going to tell JB, huh?” You hummed inquisitively to her emphasizing the nickname you'd never heard before. Okay, it was very cute. Her response was merited and you understood why she was so smitten reading it. You handed her back the card. 

“It’s just what I put his contact as in my phone as when we first met on the holiday in Greece. I didn’t want to be weirded out texting that name or someone steal my phone and get his information. I don't know, it was stupid really but it became a joke between us and stuck.” Lauren kept trying to explain something she didn’t need to but you figured that was enough of the teasing. You were surprised that she had been so considerate or aware about keeping Jude ‘safe’ if someone were to find her phone. The fact that she was even thinking about that so early on made you think that maybe she had much more than a lustful crush to begin with. 

“Laur, it’s really sweet. I like it. You should call him, maybe. I’m sure they’re doing nothing right now.” You cooed with a soft smile. This was really good for her. You didn’t want to deter her from pursuing it. You were texting Trent about something not pertaining to this but you knew the boys were sitting around doing nothing at the England camp. 

“So you know they’re doing nothing clearly…” Lauren looked at you with a smug knowing look calling you out. 

“I do!” You giggled, finding it a little funny. “I didn’t do anything else though! Note, flowers, etc.. all JB.” You smiled and as much as she didn’t want to, Lauren smiled back. “And Laur, he’s so prettyyyyy.” You cooed with a pout. 

“He is really pretty.” Her smile only growing. She laughed and shook her head walking away from you and Teddy. “Stay down here for a second.” She instructed you before she ran upstairs to her lofted bedroom. You could obviously only hear her end of the conversation but that was enough to keep you intrigued. You sat on the bottom of the steps with Teddy ready to listen intently. 

“Hi… No, thank you… yeah, it was really sweet… your girlfriend said you need to do less but she’d want to go.” Lauren giggled. You’d seen her with Jude before, of course, plenty of times but it was always in really high energy places. At matches, clubs, parties, or around a ton of other people, especially other guys, it wasn’t a true reflection of them. Hearing Lauren’s voice go so soft and calm almost made you want to cry. You couldn’t believe they had kept this so low key. There was so much emotion behind her words. You were eager to ask Trent if he knew how much was going on. He would’ve told you if he did but you couldn’t believe how comfortable she was on the phone. “I wish I could kiss you…”  Your ears perked up again. She sounded so… loving. “Yeah, can’t wait to see you in two weeks… No, tell your mum I’ll send her the one I like, she’ll like it better…. Okay, bye JB.” She hung up and you heard her lay back flat onto her mattress. Jude had promised he’d ask Lauren to be his girlfriend in person officially but this was pretty cute and Lauren was infatuated.  You ran up the stairs giddy with a silly smile eliciting lots of giggles from Teddy. 

“What’s so funny cutie girl, huh?” Lauren cooed with a smile that was on her face you’d rarely see. She was beaming and it wasn’t caused by the little girl she grabbed out of your arms. You looked at her smug. “We’re not doing the approach you did. I want nothing, no one can know I exist in his world.” Lauren clarified to you without you even asking a question. 

“Yeah, okay. Good luck with that.” You laughed, shaking your head. Lauren laughed as well she knew it was farfetched especially considering the scale of Jude’s fame but she’d do her best. She collapsed into your lap bringing Teddy with her. She kissed Teddy’s cheek again and again. Teddy calling out ‘mama’ on repeat muddied in giggles for you to save her from Lauren’s kisses. 

“Oh my god! We can go to the world cupppppop together!!” You squealed excitedly about your revelation. As much as you loved going to the England games with Trent’s family, going with Lauren sounded like a lot of fun especially on quite literally the world's biggest stage. The next world cup was next year and now that Lauren was with Jude that would make it that much better.

“Isn’t that like treachery against the US?” Lauren joked with a coy smile. 

“Oh shut up!  Also, I’m a dual citizen, so are you, you're not English but nevertheless a dual citizen.” You attempted to rationalize supporting England in an international tournament with a very poor argument.  

“That doesn’t make me want to support England?” Lauren rebutted pretty fairly. She had no ties to England. Her parents were French so if anything she was going to support their native country but that wasn't really the point of your comments to begin with. 

“You don’t want to support…” you paused. “Your boyfriennddd?” You cheekily sang squeezing her side. You both let out an embarrassingly childish giggle as if this was the first time either of you were talking to a boy. Teddy was thrilled with the laughter. She laid on her tummy kicking her legs joining the giggles. 

“What the fuck!' Lauren whined then frantically covering Teddy's ears to prevent her from hearing Lauren's curse words. "You did this to me! This is so embarrassing. I’m down so bad.” Lauren laughed a little more covering her face with her hands embarrassed she had become so smitten by Jude. “You introduced us, you bitch! When he breaks my heart it'll be your fault.” You rolled your eyes. Jude was not going to hurt her, even if things were to fizzle out he was way too nice of a person to let it be messy. Lauren got a text from him and her phone screen glowed facing upward on her bed..

“Wait… Lauren he’s your fucking background!?!? You loser! Obviously this man’s your boyfriend. Who puts anyone but their significant other as their background like this! Oh my days!” You screamed at her. It was ridiculous she tried to play this off as long as she had and even more ridiculous she had gotten away with it. Your long distance relationship with her aiding and abetting her secrecy but it was out now and they were together now. 

You returned back home after your trip to the US and Trent did the same from international duty. You were so relieved to be back together. It often felt like your world stopped turning when you were apart. You talked constantly when you could but just being so physically distant was horrible. He came home early in the evening and you put Teddy down for sleep together. She was a little fussy wanting to stay up to be with him but eventually she couldn’t fight her own tiredness and she was out like a light. Trent stood behind you at the doorway of her room with his hands wrapped low around your waist. He rested his chin on your shoulder pressing his lips against your neck softly and slowly repeatedly. 

“You know, the past week all it’s been is ‘daddy, daddy, daddy.’ She missed you so much, T.” You cooed, turning around to face him. You cupped his cheek and looked deep into his eyes.

“Yeah? And what about mummy? Mummy miss me?” He asked cheekily, ghosting his lips over yours. His hands dropping lower off the small of your back down to your ass. 

“Yeah, missed daddy so much.” You draped your arms over his shoulders and hummed as he pulled you gently out of your daughter's doorway. Trent’s lips moved back to your neck. Slowly he dragged his tongue over your skin. The smell of him was completely intoxicating. “T…” You attempted to stifle a moan when he began to nibble on the most sensitive part of your neck. He picked you up and brought you into your bedroom. He shut the door and he laid you onto the mattress. You giggled as you bounced slightly from the force of the drop. He crawled over you beginning to kiss you again before he pulled away. 

“Who did you miss? Tell me.” He commanded as his big hands dragged the material of your shirt up revealing your bra. He pulled the cups of your bra down letting your tits fall out. Your nipples quickly hardening as he began to play with them. 

“Daddy.” You giggled initially jokingly but your voice transitioned fast into a moaned when he began to nibble on your earlobe and massage your tits slowly. 

“Yeah? You want daddy to take care of you?” He whispered with a conniving grin, grinding on top of you. You couldn’t believe this man had you like this. Begging for daddy? Who were you? Well, you were his. You were his and you loved every second of this. 

“I think you do, baby.” He cooed, moving his kisses from your ear to your neck, across your jaw, over to your lips. “I think you like it when I come home and have you like this. You pretend you don’t like saying it but I think it gets you off, hmm?” Do you get turned on calling me daddy?” He mocked you with an incredibly and unfairly handsome face. You two were kidding around with the whole 'daddy' thing but also if you were being honest... it kind of did. You shook your head definitely and unconvincingly, unable to keep a sly smile at bay. He reached between your two bodies beginning to play with your clit. Your arousal was dripping and you couldn’t stop yourself from pushing your hips up into his hand desperately. He pulled back and sat on his heels in front of you. He pulled his shirt off over his head and you felt yourself somehow manage to get even more wet than before. You reached forward greedily towards him grabbing at his sweatpants. “Nah, nah, nah, baby. I’m in charge here, you know that.” He smiled at you. He slinked off his sweats before he pinned both of your hands above your head with his one hand. Your heart faltered, excited he was in this kind of mood. You loved when he took control. Trent slapped his cock against your entrance a few times. His cock covered with your slick. He dragged his length through your folds before he slowly pushed inside of you. You gripped his hand above you holding yours. 

“Fuck, T…” You whined, not exactly ready to be stretched so suddenly by him. It was the perfect type of pleasurable pain though. He began to thrust into you slow giving you some time to adjust but not nearly enough. “Oh my god, you feel so good.” You squirmed under him, wiggling your hands to try to break out of his hold. You needed to cover your mouth. You weren’t sure you were going to be able to be quiet and you didn’t want to wake Teddy. 

“I fucking needed you, baby.” He grunted. “Needed you so bad all day.” Every push and pull of his cock made you reel in pleasure. He reminded you with every thrust you were his. Trent wanted to fuck you all night but with the way your pussy was tightening around him he knew he wouldn’t last all that long. He bent over and latched onto one of your nipples. He licked and sucked them, finally dropping the grip of his hands from above your head. You moaned when he let that hand drop between you again and his fingers returned to your clit.  “Can you cum f’me, baby? Cum f’me, beautiful.” He asked you and almost like magic, you felt your high crash over you like a tidal wave. Every inch of you lit up. You snatched your hand down in an attempt to cover your mouth and muffle your whines. Trent continued to thrust into you relentlessly extending the pleasure. 

“Oh T…” you whimpered coming down. The way you said his name made the impossible possible. His cock even harder than before. The aftershocks of your orgasm lingering building a damn of tears on your lash line. “I love you so much. Please cum inside me, baby.” You begged him and his eyes lit up, his perfect pout slightly agape, his skin shiny with a sheen of sweat. He was absolutely drool worthy fucking you into oblivion. You gripped his hair desperately wanting more of the way his length perfectly hit deep inside you again and again. 

“You have no idea how much I love you, baby. Gonna cum, yeah? Cum with me.” He muffled against your skin leaving kisses along your jawline. “Cum f’me one more time.” He asked you before he pressed his forehead against yours and you felt him release inside you. He carried on fucking you, continuing through the length of his high. The sounds of his cock pumping in and out of your soaked pussy leaking of his cum was all incredibly lewd. Your own orgasm quickly following feeling him throb inside of you. It was blinding white and completely and utterly addictive.

“Mmmm, my baby.” You giggled out of breath feeling his weight crush you as he laid on top of you before he pulled out and collapsed over to the side of you. You watched his chest rise and fall before crawling back over to him. Needing to be closer once again fully satisfied. You giggled kissing his neck. “That was good, daddy.” You teased him.

“Alright, enough…” he laughed at you pulling you into him a little more and dragging the now crumpled sheets back over the two of you. He cheekily whispered to you why you couldn’t call him that for a little while. 

“All mine, forever.” You cooed pressing a final kiss to his lips before you fell asleep completely worn out on his chest. 

It was late April and very sweetly Winnie had organized a Bridal shower for you in Liverpool. She, Lauren and your mum all flew over. A few of your aunts as well. Dianne, of course and some of her friends. A couple of other wags from the Liverpool and England teams were invited. It was small but still sizable. Maybe it was a family thing but Winnie had a knack for throwing parties. I guess maybe all three of you did; your mum, Winnie, and yourself. It was gorgeous. It was all very boho but girlie. A brunch in your back garden. Winnie captured the whole scene on her film camera and you were already so excited to see those photos. Photography was Winnie’s life. She worked as a model when she was around 17 till a couple years ago when she met someone who introduced her to it as a possible career and then she studied it at university. She was really talented but frankly, you think she liked the power it gave her holding onto all these memories to develop and dole out. At the end of the lovely brunch Winnie had gotten cupcakes that were perfectly delicious as they were beautiful. Of course, you had to let Teddy have a few bites of yours at the party. She was insistent. 

“Mama, yum!” She looked at your greedily eating it. You weren’t sure though if she ate it or just mushed it around but either way it made her happy. When you got home though she was begging for more. You gave her a tiny bit more, you were a sucker and she had you wrapped around her tiny little finger but regardless she devoured it. Icing everywhere, naturally. You were itching for her to be finished so you could clean up the mess she was making in your kitchen.  

“Can you come here, baby, please?”  You cooed, turning around to look at Teddy. She was able to climb on and off chairs without help now so you thought it was important to ask her to do these things on her own. She had a very happy smile on her face but it was paired with very very sticky hands from all the icing.  She ran towards you, hands out eager for a hug. “Wait, wait, wait, Ted!” You giggled. “Come here, let me wash your hands first then I’ll give you the biggest cuddle, yeah?” 

“Mama, wash pleabs!” she stretched her arms up to you. You picked her up and held her out to watch her hands over the sink. You were wearing a white linen corseted maxi dress with flower detailing. It was gorgeous in your opinion but definitely something you didn’t exactly want Teddy’s very cute, yet very grubby hands on. You hadn’t had a chance to change from the shower yet. 

“Wow, am I lucky or what?” Trent cooed coming home from training into the kitchen to see you holding Teddy. The way you were bent over the sink holding her was a sight. The corseted top of the dress had your tits practically spilling out. Since having Teddy your boobs were bigger to say the least and Trent wasn’t exactly complaining.

“Hiii baby.” You sang seeing him coming in. He came over and took Teddy from you now enjoying the fruits of your labor with her newly clean hands. Her palms grabbing at his face eagerly pushing her lips out awaiting her kiss from her daddy.

“Gimme a big kiss, Ted. Mwah! Did you know you have the most beautiful mummy ever?”  You swatted at Trent dismissing his silly comment. 

“My mama!” Teddy cooed, reaching back out to you in his arms. The more she talked the more she liked to tell you how you and Trent were hers. Her mummy and daddy and every single time without fail it made you just want to squish her in the tightest possible hug loving that she was all yours. It got late so you laid Teddy down for sleep. Marcel and George came over to watch a series, Trent and they had started the other week in the cinema. You came in later on. Frankly, you had no interest in the show they were watching but you wanted a cuddle with Trent. You snuck into the dark room half way into an episode and slinked onto the couch Trent was on cozying up to him. He didn’t say anything. He just kissed your hair and situated the blanket he was under over both of you. After about one full episode you were falling asleep on him. 

“Why don’t you go upstairs to bed, baby? I’ll be up in a little.” Trent quietly whispered to you, running his hand over your head. You shook your head ‘no’ not very keen on leaving your very comfortable position right now. “Okay, so you just want me to carry you up when I go?” Trent let out a silent breathy laugh. You cuddled further into him adamant that you were not going to move and your silence was his answer. Yes, he was going to have to do just that. As you fell further into sleep you pawed at his chest letting out a sleepy whine of his name. He smiled and peeked around to see if Marcel or George had noticed or heard your whimper. Neither had. The show was quite loud and Trent was amazed you were even able to sleep in the noise. “I’m right here, baby.” He coddled you pulling you tighter to him pressing a kiss to your forehead. Two episodes in and a few bickering conversations between the boys later,  you were fast asleep. 

“Daddy...” You let out a quiet mumble in your sleep. If there wasn’t a lull in the dialogue of the show they were watching Marcel and George probably wouldn’t have heard you. Trent smiled looking down at you, assuming this was the same as earlier. You were talking in your sleep thinking about the father of your daughter not in an overtly sexy way but that didn’t matter to the other boys. It was still being said and they still heard it. Trent thought it was endearing, they did not.

“Oh my days, bro… No… we’re not doing this.” George snapped his head to look back towards you two. Marcel of course quickly followed. Hearing your brother or friend being called daddy when their child wasn’t around definitely was a little jarring and probably merited the response Trent received. 

“I swear to god I’m not touching her!” Trent quipped quickly coming to defend himself. George would never let go of the blanket cinema incident and hearing you whine ‘daddy’ behind him in the dark room was not something he wanted. Trent held his hands up in innocence. The boys didn’t care, they were not in the mood to put up with you and Trent’s nonsense while they were trying to watch a show. They eventually just mocked Trent for a good long while until they had to rewind the show after missing some key plot point but they moved on, they watched another episode, George headed home, and Marcel opted to sleep over. Trent carried you upstairs when he finally decided to get to bed. He held you in his arms but he felt a weird sense of sadness wash over him when he picked you up. You looked frail. He knew you were taking a lot better care of yourself since you had the fight after Teddy had been born but it wasn’t lost on him how thin you had gotten. He could always pick you up easily, that wasn’t really it. It was the way you were wearing yourself down. The stress of the wedding and Teddy maybe was just getting too much. His eyes narrowed, laying your sleeping frame down in your bed. He was worried but you said you were fine, you had been acting fine, you’d been eating fine. He told himself you were fine but he promised himself he was going to keep an extra close eye on you, noticing it so clearly now. 

Winnie came back to England to stay with you a month or so later for the week ahead of the FA Cup final. It was almost the end of another season. This one seemed to fly by. Each game nestled between the wedding planning and your growing baby's milestones. Each match week buzzed by without a thought. Liverpool was set to finish 3rd in the League which was fine, not ideal, but they qualified for Champions League next season. Back in early March they had won the Carabao Cup but they really wanted a 2nd trophy so the FA Cup had become more important than you initially had thought. The final was down at Wembley in London and Jadon had planned to meet you there. It was a little bit of a double edged sword for him having his season basically over now knocked out of all his club’s other tournaments only with league play left but he figured he’d come home to London and see Winnie and simultaneously catch the game with you all. 

“Mama, up!” Teddy yelled for you standing in your kitchen with Winnie. She was so vocal now even if she was being a bit demanding it was still pretty cute to see her becoming her own person, developing her personality.   

“Okay! Okay! Needy girl. Goodness.” You laughed, picking her up and placing her on your hip.  

“What’s that?” She asked you curiously. Pointing repeatedly at a box of biscuits you had recently bought from the store till you answered her. She definitely could comprehend more words than she could say and she needed to know about everything. To say she was curious was an understatement. She would just point repeatedly at something until you named it for her. She’d file all the information you’d tell her away for later. ‘Nngh.” Teddy grunted trying to reach for a biscuit on the counter. “Biscuit, mama!” she begged looking at you like you were somehow wronging her for not already giving one to her.

“Yeah? You want a biscuit, huh? Hungry girl.” You cooed. You gave her a small piece placing her back down and told her to sit while she ate it. You had to get on your way down to Wembley soon and needed to drop Teddy off at Dianne’s which was always going to be a little bit of an ordeal. She was well behaved and listened well but being away from both mummy and daddy was not exactly her favorite thing, no matter how much she loved her nana. 

“Can we show Win where your shoes are?” You asked her excitedly after she finished eating. Teddy knew right where her shoes were in the mudroom. She scampered off echoing your excitement giggling with a squeal. She went to go and grab them when you asked her to, picking up her tiny little samba trainers and running back to Winnie eager to show her just how smart she was. Winnie naturally gassing Teddy up about how amazing she was for doing so, helping her put her shoes on. Trent had gone earlier the day to London with the team to prepare for the competition. To Winnie’s delight, Jadon had planned a night out for them and invited you along. You agreed to go to dinner without thinking much of it. Dianne wasn’t traveling for the game so she had offered to take Teddy for the night. It was meant to be a fun time, it was meant to be a good time, it was meant to be a night out before you watched your fiance win another trophy. After a tearful goodbye to Teddy, you and Winnie got on your way. You had a great dinner with Jadon and Winnie at a chic restaurant tucked away at a table in the back. It was really nice. You got to know Jadon a bit more, taking mental notes on what you were going to report back to Trent about their relationship. You and Winnie probably drank too much. Okay, in retrospect, you drank way too much. A friend of Jadon’s texted him that they had a table at a club nearby in Shoreditch about half way through your dinner. At that point you had a bottle of wine, maybe two, you can’t remember but you didn’t have Teddy, Trent was already off to bed ahead of the match, it couldn’t hurt to have a night out with your sister and whatever Jadon was to her. Then you found yourself surrounded by people your age living completely different lives. The club was dark. It was body to body yet you felt completely alone. You were planning to walk down the aisle and teaching your daughter how to talk and here everyone around you was talking about who was fucking who in the bathroom.

“Yo, this your new bird, Sanch?” One boy asked eyes narrowing on Winnie’s frame. She was in leather pants and a black tank top with no bra. Her waist impossibly small. She looked good. Winnie always looked good. 

“Yeah she’s with me.” Jadon confirm content and a bit smug with the way Winnie looked and the fact that she was with him. 

“That bird's leng, mate, who is that with her?” Another friend asked him, eyeing up you as Winnie whispered in your ear. 

“Nah, mate. She’s spoken for. That’s Trent Alexander-Arnold’s gal.” The friends Jadon was speaking to eyes widened as they processed who you were. You were in a black bralette and cargo pants. The lights from the club illuminating the rise of your highlighted collarbones and shoulder blades. You laughed at something Winnie said but went quiet quickly after she told you she was going to talk to Jadon. She draped her arms around his shoulders, her lips quick to find his neck. You felt silly feeling so alone when she left. Your phone pinged again and again but you couldn’t clear your vision enough to read it. Trent texting you again and again. 

‘Y/N, where are you? Did you make it back to the hotel?’ 'Baby, can you please answer... Just trying to make sure you're okay.'

You had said goodnight to Trent before your entrees at dinner had even arrived. He tried to sleep, he really did but he couldn’t knowing you were out and weren’t responding. It wasn’t like you. The thought of you out in London being the caliber of drunk where you were not responding to him was making him sick. And just like that, your phone died and your location disappeared off his find my friends app. The table you were at probably wasn’t a scene you should’ve been in but you couldn’t pull yourself out of it. Winnie and Jadon were tangled up somewhere else in the roped off area and would check in sporadically but you didn’t even know where you were. This wasn’t smart, you were a mum. It kept ringing in your head again and again. ‘You are a mum.'

“Erm… Yeah, Hi… can you get away from her? Thank youuu.” Winnie cooed with a slight drag of her words physically moving a man away from you. You were slumped on a velvety couch surveying over the crowds of people in the club. The masses blurring together. You hadn’t even noticed the fourth man of the night trying to talk to you. “Y/N, you need to get back to the hotel…” Winnie cooed softly in your ear grabbing at your arm,

“Win, I’m fine.” You slurred. Jadon came up behind Winnie and looked at you. He had deterred the first three men of the night. Men would come up with propositions and drinks in hand sitting next to you. Far too close for anyone’s liking including your own. You’d told the first one you were taken, the second you told you had a baby, by the third you couldn’t see straight, you weren’t sure what was said. 

“Y/N, babe, maybe let’s get some water or something and get you back home, yeah?” Jadon leaned over and brushed some of your hair off your shoulder. You looked at both of them slightly confused why they were so concerned. You stood up on wobbly legs. Winnie kept hold of your arm to try to steady you. 

“Where are you going? Let me go with you.” Winnie cooed trying to talk to you but you were the type of drunk that you couldn’t hear and you could barely see. Light's were on... nobody was home. You said nothing and just went off to the bathroom. Winnie looked at Jadon concerned but he tried to reassure her everything was okay. You all were drunk, it was hard for anyone to have a clear head at this point. This was a mess. The sound of the club's music and bass was shaking your entire body. It didn’t take much for you to get drunk but you were completely gone. You thought you knew where you were going, the route to the bathroom but suddenly you found yourself outside practically gasping for air. You started crying unable to catch your breath. You looked down at your body and felt sick. You were completely alone yet surrounded by the millions of people in the city of London. You got sick in front of yourself narrowly avoiding your heels. Winnie called and called your phone but it was dead, she couldn't reach you. It was then she began to panic. Why didn’t she go with you? You slid your back down the exposed brick wall outside. You could feel the cement filling between each brick drag on your skin peeling your skin. You were balling your eyes out. You had no gauge of where you were. You went from your sister holding your arm to standing outside shivering confused, hating yourself not only for every decision you made tonight, but every poor one you made in your entire life. You leaned your head back onto the wall and closed your eyes. Tears still managing to seep out. It wasn’t until a black cab stopped in front of you out on the street that you snapped back to reality, barely. You had no idea how long you were outside alone for.  An older man rolled down his car window. He looked like the typical cabbie. 

“Hun, you alright? Can I bring you somewhere?” He cooed softly in the loud city night. You picked your head up and locked eyes with him. This was a 50/50. This could be a guardian angel or an incredibly dangerous situation. You were a mum! Yet here you were climbing into the back of a cab. You didn’t give him much. You muffled out ‘Four Seasons’ to him thankfully remembering that was where you were staying in between fits of tears. He peppered you with questions trying to get more information about which one, were you okay, all sorts of things. None of which you were able to answer. He helped you out of the cab arriving at what the man had hoped to be the correct location. You nodded your head. He wrapped his arm around you to support you as you steadied yourself in your heels. In any other state you would probably have been skeeved out but at the moment you just wanted to disappear.

“Where is she? I haven’t heard from her, Win. Where are you?” Trent frantically asked Winnie pacing in his hotel room as the night rolled into the morning. 

“She went back to her hotel. I’m still out with Jay. I’ll text her but I bet she’s already asleep, T. Which by the way you should be too! Don’t worry, okay?” Winnie cooed with tears beginning to fill her lash line. She feigned a confidence and comfort she couldn’t have felt further from. She felt sick. Why did she just lie to Trent? She knew she shouldn’t have but she didn’t know what else to do. She was past the point of panic. She collapsed into Jadon crying. “Why did I let her go? You don’t understand. She shouldn’t be alone.” Winnie cried as Jadon dragged her out of the club taken aback by the shift in their night. 

“Win, she’s alright. She went home. We’ll go to her hotel right now. Promise, she’s a big girl. She’s fine. Probably just felt sick and booked it.” Jadon tried to calm her down but it really wasn’t going to help. 

“Jay… you don’t get it. She’s… She’s not okay, alright?” Winnie began to cry more. Jadon’s eyes narrowed confused what was happening here. He wouldn’t have let the night get as rowdy as it had if someone told him something was off. If Winnie or Trent or you even had given him any indication prior to this very moment that you maybe weren’t the healthiest at the moment. “She just has a hard time. She doesn’t exactly have the best health and things can get really bad if she drinks too much.  God! I’m so fucking stupid. I know better than this. I need to find her.” Winnie balled her fists and shut her eyes tight.

“What you saying? Health? In what way?” Jadon asked Winnie whilst ordering them an uber. Winnie ran her hands over her face flustered. As drunk as she was, as much as she liked and trusted Jadon, unloading her family's past and trauma on him felt like a lot to do in the current moment. She didn’t know where to even begin to be fair. 

Hours went by and Trent couldn’t sleep. Where were you? Were you with someone else? You weren’t, you had some strange cabbie drop you back at the hotel and that was it but he didn't know that. Honestly, you barely even knew that was what was happening. Thank god, frankly. In some fashion or another you made it back up to your hotel room. It took you about 20 minutes to even get the door open with your key card but you did it. You were hysterical curled up in the bathtub of the shower. You were shaking and crying uncontrollably. In retrospect you had no idea what came over you. It was like suddenly you were 18 wishing you never existed. Like you had never met Trent, like Teddy was never born. You felt disgusting and worthless. All you wanted was to vanish off the face of the earth. You hated yourself for a million different reasons. So that was it. That was your night until it was morning and Winnie was pounding on your hotel room door frantically. 

“Y/N what the actual fuck!” She screamed. “What the fuck?” She was fuming. Your neck hurt so fucking bad from passing out in the bathtub, your eyes were almost swollen shut from all the tears. 

“Honestly… We have to talk about last night but we need to go right now because your fucking fiancé has a game you’re supposed to be at… Jesus Y/N what the fuck.” She yelled at your seething. 

“Win…” You whimpered out, beginning to start to cry again. You slid down the wall of the entryway of your room feeling the hotel wallpaper against your back stinging the scratches left by the brick wall from last night. You couldn't hold yourself up anymore.

“Y/N… what’s going on?” She cooed sympathetically. The way she looked at you made you feel like you were little girls again. Like you were in your house in the hallway between your bedrooms. 

“I can’t do it. I’m a bad mum. I’m not cut out for this. It’s too much.” You looked at her pleading for help. You felt desperate. You felt defeated. It was like the last shot of liquor opened a channel in your brain you had been trying for ages to close and suddenly it was thrashed open. 

“It’s not. You’re doing great. Please.” She looked at you with so much pity. Winnie had heard you say that before. She remembered being 16 and hearing you cry in your bedroom. ‘It was all too much’  It was customary in your family to ignore things like this. To put on a brave face and never let anyone know, much less anyone know that you weren’t perfect the way your mum had wanted you to be perceived in society. It wasn’t lost on people closest to you the trajectory of your life in the last few years might've been difficult. You’d made a valiant effort before meeting Trent to avoid the public eye. It was a lot of pressure on you but when you met him, you’d do anything for him and it worried Winnie if she was being honest. 

“I can’t be in this body anymore, Winnie.” You had felt this way your entire life but suddenly under the lights of a London club it flooded your mind in a way you hadn’t had a moment to consider in the chaos since becoming a mum. You weren’t good enough to be with Trent, You weren’t good enough to be Teddy’s mum. You weren’t good enough. You needed to escape. To describe this as a panic attack wouldn’t have done it justice. You were manic. Trent had the ability to pacify you. You’d never felt healthier than you did in the last few years with him and yet after you had Teddy it was like someone flicked a switch off in your brain. 

“Y/N, I know. I know, it’s really hard. I know life hasn’t been easy on you. It’s been really fucking heavy but you do not have an option here. You are here with me. You cannot fucking leave me. You promised me, Y/N.” Winnie’s eyes welled up. “You promised you’d never leave me. You can’t leave your baby, you can’t leave T… God, T.. I lied last night, Y/N. We don’t lie to him. Where did you go? I was so worried.” She began to babble tears rolling down her face as she paced in front of you. “Y/N, please! I can’t go through this again. I’ve almost lost you before please god please don’t do this to me. Don’t do this to Teddy.” Winnie cried, dropping in front of you. She remembered being 16 and you promised her you would be okay and then she remembered being 18 getting a call from Lauren confirming the exact opposite. She grabbed your arm, being able to wrap her hand around your bicep entirely. She felt sick.  

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[toska-writes]

padawan reader cuddling while watching holo video with waxer and boil?? wdyt? i love them sm ughh and maybe a little implied codywan would be make it more cute ig

Ahhhh omg I love this idea! Good job!

“Inconspicuous ”

Summary: You snuck away quietly into the night to try and do a fun activity with Waxer and Boil, well maybe it wasn’t as sneaky as you thought.

Pairing: Waxer and Boil x GN padawan Reader. (WE <3 PLATONIC FICS)

Warning: none! So much flufffff.

Word count: 900 exactly

Notes: it would have came out a lot sooner but The legends of Zelda: Breath of the Wild has consumed me

Read here on ao3! (✩)

Cody watched as you looked back once over your shoulder than again over the other. How you haven’t been shot yet was beyond him.

Once you thought no one was looking you continued to walk quietly down the darkened hall.

Sighing to himself Cody pushed off from the wall he was leaning from and excused himself from the shiny he was talking too.

If he could stop just one of his men from getting into trouble he would be doing his job well, and you were notorious for making trouble.

He gave you a head start of course. Quickly he brought his comms up to his mouth before he lightly spoke.

“Did you know your padawans out of the temple?”

A muffled laugh came from over the other end. “Well no dear, “Obi-wan paused for a second.

”but I do have to admit after dealing with Anakin I assumed the quiet was because of their absence.”

Cody shook his head slightly as he watched you turn another corner.

“At least I like them more than Anakin.”

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You couldn’t contain your smile as you turned another corner. The darkness of the night was in your favor masking your presence.

The hallways through the barracks seemed second nature now as you continued to twist and turn without batting an eye.

Securely under your arm was a holo-pad that you prayed to the maker above you wouldn’t drop.

The holo-pad in question buzzed as you continued to walk the deserted corridors.

Clearly Waxer couldn’t wait any longer.

Finally making a final turn you knocked at the door for a second before shuffling was heard from somewhere within.

“Nobody’s home.” Boil called through the cracks of the door.

“I guess I’ll just have to find someone else to watch this with then, I’m sure Cody or maybe Obi-wan would lov-“ the door flew open in a second and before you could blink a large arm ushered you inside.

“We’ve already got a full house commander.” The room was already dark enough. Pillow and blanket of all different sizes scattered the the floor.

Some hushed conversations were held throughout the room as you saw Woolley, Waxer, Crys, and a few others laid out around the floor.

“And we thought that if we hooked the holo-pad to a projector maybe we could get it on the wall.” Boil filled you in while he took the holo-pad and you made your way over to Waxer with his arms outstretched.

You snuggled in close to Waxer as you added. “That would be perfect if we could get it to work.”

It was trial and error for Boil as he stood trying to get the holo video up and running. Many curses and other things along that line later, and the projector worked.

A small group of cheers sounded from everyone around the room. Waxer sighed over dramatically and practically flopped on top of you.

“Maker commander Im so tired, maybe I’ll get rest my eyes here.” He leaned more of his weight onto you as you let out a laugh.

“No no no Boilllll!” You shouted for the other man next to you.

Boil tried to grab onto the blacks of his brother. “Come on ya big lug the videos starting.”

“Yea shhhh.” You added as Waxer found a spot to the other side of you.

In respond Waxer ruffled your hair a bit and stuck his tongue out at you. Finally everyone seemed to settle into the night and watch in peace.

Almost everyone.

A knock at the door sounded an quickly nervous glances shot through the room.

“It’s open.” Boil called from next to you.

With anticipation high the door seemed to move in slow motion and a moment later stepped in the marshal commander with his arms crossed.

“You need something Kotes?” Waxer asked not necessarily wanting to get up yet.

“The general was just looking for Y/N.” Cody’s gaze sweeper through the dark room as the holo video was paused. “Seen em?”

“Mmmmmmm no?” Waxer said more as a question rather than a statement as he tried to cover you with a blanketz

“Funny. Now if you don’t mind.”

Before he could finish another voice came from the hall. “Oh hey is that a holo video?” Obi-wan made his presence known in the room.

“Oh hey there Master.” You said, sleep laced your voice slightly. “Do you and Cody want to join for a little bit.”

Cody looked expectantly at Obi-wan before he answered. “I hope you didn’t forget about your training tomorrow morning.”

“I didn’t, I won’t be late for it I promise.”

“It’s not going to make a difference if both of you are late.” Cody spoke quieter to Obi-wan.

“Excellent point dear, I guess we’ll have to stay then just so no one gets in trouble.” Obi-wan smiled and grabbed Cody wrist before he could add anything else.

You let out a small laugh as Waxer and Boil did the same around you.

The video continued as the two men found a comfortable spot on the floor together.

Boil laid a head onto your shoulder and Waxer snuggled closer under your arm. Warmth sprang up all around you as you practically melted into you seat.

You felt your eyes getting heavier and heavier, the small snores of Boil filled your ears as you let your eyes shut fully

You could get use to falling asleep like this anytime.

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Unravel Yourself Before Me ⛓️ Chapter 12 - Bystander Effect▸Shigaraki x femReader

Chapter Summary:

◤ Shigaraki places a soft kiss on your temple and groans. “See, you could be so fucking good for me, but you always choose to be a mean little bitch instead.”

You shoot him a contempt-filled glare and he just chuckles in return, slipping his fingers out of your mouth and wiping your drool against the side of your reddened cheeks in order to further humiliate you.

“You’re fucking insane,” is all you can whisper, turning your head to look away, but he just grabs your chin between two fingers and forces your gaze to be back on him.

“Thought we already established that? ◢ Setting: University AU - No quirks (unless degenerate personalities count) Tags: Slow burn, Eventual Smut, Very Unhealthy/Toxic Relationships, Humiliation, Mentally Ill Reader, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Enemies to ??? Warning: Dead Dove – Do Not Eat | Mind the tags TW: Implied Su/Self H, Dubcon, Past Child Abuse, Bullying, Reader has a super shitty past like actually, Shigaraki Tomura is his own warning.

AO3 Crosspost | Chain Divider by firefly-graphics

Chapters: One • Two • Three • Four • Five • Six • Seven • Eight • Nine • Ten(ko) • Eleven • Twelve • Thirteen

Chapter 12 - Bystander Effect So far, tonight has only been two things. Boring, and incredibly annoying.

Maybe it’s the lack of alcohol in your system that makes you feel like this plane is crashing, meaning you ought to fix that.

Abandoning the idea of going back to the bar entirely, you head out for the open drinks in the living room, the ones available for anyone to roofie. A bunch of people elbow you on the way, but you’re buzzed enough not to mind anymore, focusing on the music pumping the blood in your veins. 

As much as you hate that asshole, the music that’s been playing so far wasn’t the worst. 

You find a bottle of whiskey and a bottle of coke and you pour those motherfuckers into a big cup, swirling it around while praying you’ll have a well-deserved blackout in the morning. God this party sucks.

The plan wasn’t to get wasted, but you don’t think you can stomach waiting for Taylor without being highly intoxicated anymore. And you’re not about to be the party grinch that cuts their best friend’s fun short over some toxic bitches from high school. They’ll make it up to you though, because they definitely will watch that movie they promised to watch with you tomorrow, when both of you are puking your guts out.

Time eventually passes, allowing the alcohol to properly loosen you up and making dancing seem more appealing than sulking in a corner, bored out of your mind while strangers dry hump each other. You get positively lost in the rhythm, until you eventually get tired enough to pull out your phone and check for any updates from your friend.

Taytay – dd ykn w ur th best [Sent 10:19 PM]

Taytay – I f knig lov u nbitch’;’2134 <5 [Sent 10:23 PM]

The random strings of letters your wasted friend spammed you with, brings warmth to your chest, making you genuinely smile—until someone fucking bumps into you and knocks you away from the dancing mass. 

You glare at the assholes (plural), but they pay you no mind and honestly you didn’t have time to dwell on it for much longer. The crowd parts just enough for you to catch a glimpse of a strangely familiar looking group, hanging out on the couch not too far away from where you stand.

Feeling dizzy, you try to get a better look, inching closer and squinting to see better through the flickering lights—until you realize the person you recognized earlier is… Shigaraki?

You swallow hard. Why is he here?

Next to Shigaraki who is manspreading on the couch sits Dabi, the Dabi, not the budget version this time. You’re now ninety percent convinced Mina’s purple-haired arm candy copy-pasted his style from him. And if that wasn’t just your delusion, you’d say Dabi wore it better.

Neither him nor Shigaraki are sitting by themselves, though.

Some slut is giving Dabi the equivalent of a lap dance, basically all but riding his cock in plain view. But that isn't the issue. No, the issue are the talons gripping Shigaraki’s shoulder, fingertips digging into the fabric of his t-shirt and him just fucking staring at her grip in a daze. She looks exactly like the type of girl you’d speculated he’d be into, back when you only thought of him as a creep.

Something indescribable and ugly courses through your blood, clawing at your heart and twisting it in your chest. You shift your gaze from him to the rest of his group, taking note of three other dudes and the blonde chick that looks a little too young to be here, passing blunts and alcohol around.

They’re all enjoying themselves, it seems, while smoking, drinking, getting high and laughing.

He is laughing.

You’re positive you’ve never seen Shigaraki laugh so freely before and that thought nags at you for some reason.

When the girl’s hand casually starts sliding closer to his chest, he seems to snap out of something. He then grabs the girl’s hand, pulling her into him so hard she almost loses her balance and whispers something into her ear with a creepy smile on his face. You watch the interaction and frown, as Dabi’s hands press her closer into him and he angrily shouts something at Shigaraki in return, but Shigaraki only holds her hand tighter, his signature smile only spreading wider.

It’s not a surprise for you to figure out that you aren’t special. 

But seeing it in front of your drunk fucking eyes ends up burning like acid. So much for that fucking confession huh? 

You can’t handle watching them any longer, so you look away and empty the remaining contents of your plastic cup, crumpling it in the process and missing the look of horror on her gorgeous fucking face as you chuck the offending piece of garbage at the floor.

Why the fuck would he lie to you? Why go through the trouble of confessing to you, of attempting to mend things between the two of you?

And why the fuck do you care who he toys with? Shouldn’t you be happy?!

Your bubbling feeling of betrayal threatens to suffocate you, when you notice someone from the group waving excitedly in your direction.

Huh?

He shouts something at his friends, handing his smoke and drink to the blonde chick while you squint your eyes in an attempt to comprehend what the fuck was going on. You thought you were mistaken, but then six pairs of eyes start scanning the room until their gaze finally lands in your direction.

Shigaraki’s eyes visibly widen the moment he sees you and you look around yourself feeling flustered, counting on a miracle that it isn’t you they’re all fucking looking at.

You quickly realize how morbidly wrong you are, when your arcade friend sets off in a rush to get to you, swerving through the mass of bodies.

Fuck.

It quickly becomes clear to you that you’re not ready for another bout of trouble tonight, so you try getting away before your friend reaches you, hoping—fucking praying—to melt with the crowd and lose them. To pretend like there weren’t two pairs of eyes, angry crimson and amused cerulean, both staring holes through your body.

Unfortunately your hopes for a quick getaway are cut extremely short, when a strong buff arm grabs you by your shoulder, effectively spinning you around and pulling you into a sweaty bear hug.

“Holy fuck!” Shuichi shouts happily through the music before slouching to speak into your ear, “Can’t believe I got to see you here! A-Ah, sorry ‘m still high as fuck. Are you by yourself?”

Your drunk head nods at that, trying to make sense of what was going on, but the greeting is cut short when you spot Shigaraki swiftly cutting through half of the room in the blink of an eye, pushing bodies away from him while his flock hurries to follow behind. Shuichi leans in more, body-blocking your vision and his cheeks are pink while he says something to you. You however can’t focus.

A hand appears on his shoulder and Shigaraki violently shoves his friend to the side, tightened jaw and flared nostrils. He’s absolutely livid.

“Fucking my friends now too, huh? Disgusting fucking whore.” Shigaraki actually spits in front of your feet and you nearly get fucking hit if not for your reflexes. 

You take a step back and scrunch your nose in the process. When you look around, you notice you’re surrounded by a circle of his people. People you’ve only heard of from insane fucking rumors.

Shuichi regains his balance and looks at the two of you bewildered. “Y-You guys… know each other?”

Shigaraki finally breaks the intense eye contact with you and snaps his head to his friend.

“Know each other?” he growls through clenched teeth.

The blonde girl starts jumping excitedly, face contorting into a sort of unsettling manic look. Dabi only smiles at you slyly while his slut is in tow, raising his hand to wave at you, wriggling his fingers playfully before crossing his arms.

A million thoughts run through your head and you close your eyes, rubbing at your forehead.

The fuck? Are all his friends insane? They should know that a fight’s about to break out, right? And knowing Shigaraki, it’s bound to get ugly. Are they not concerned at all? 

Unless…

Unless that’s exactly the kind of thing they’re looking forward to.

A tremor runs through your bones. This is not high school anymore and you aren’t a teen fighting other teenagers anymore. These are possible adult criminals, standing around, waiting for something to happen.

And you cannot take Shigaraki in a real fight. You know that much.

Random people are now also turning their heads, trying to figure out what’s going on and eventually pulling out their phones to either text or film the potential shit-show. 

You now realize how badly you’d fucked up to get drunk.

“Answer me, bitch. Are you fucking my friends?” He grabs the fabric of your clothes and pulls you to him, red eyes full of contempt.

“Don’t blame her boss,” a low rough speaks up before you can and adds, “Met her in the store earlier this week, lookin’ at me all starry eyed,” Dabi coos, sending you a kiss and fueling Shigaraki’s fury for no other reason than to get you into trouble, ignoring the obvious disappointment on his partner for the night. “Lemme take a turn after you. I don’t mind fucking cute ‘lil hoes.”

It works like a fucking charm, because Shigaraki looks at you like he was about to set fire to this entire fucking building together with you in it.

Your head spins fast now, anxiety spiking up. There’s too many voices. Too many people. Too much shit going wrong tonight.

You’re scared, you’re pissed, you wanna go home.

You’re tired, you’re tired, you’re tired. You miss your—

Shigaraki snarls at you with narrowed eyes, saying something you didn’t catch, and you—and you snap.

“Fucking—ENOUGH!” you scream at the top of your lungs and straight into Shigaraki’s face, making him flinch and loosen his grip.

Then you do the only thing your drunk, overwhelmed brain can think of. 

You slap the absolute living shit out of Shigaraki Tomura.

The entire room, including yourself, gasps in unison.

He’s completely frozen, one hand placed on the rapidly reddening cheek as he stares into space. 

You hear his friends giggle and see Dabi toppling over in laughter. 

The only person who’s more unamused than you and the guy you just humiliated in front of an entire party of people, is Shuichi. Not only was he unamused, he was shaking, looking absolutely horrified at what you’ve done. And when you look into his eyes, you realize it’s not just out of concern for his friend.

The music died down completely by now and you unwillingly somehow became the protagonist of this room.

When you step away, your back hits the front of one of Shigaraki’s taller dark-haired friends, who’s sporting the smuggest look. It tells you you’re not fucking going anywhere. 

“Uh oh! Creep’s gonna snap her neck!” some random asshole says in the back of the crowd and you frown.

That seems to wake him up. He suddenly lunges forward, forcefully grabbing your arm and dragging you with him… somewhere, but his plans are cut short when Taylor drunkenly steps in to break up whatever this mess was that you got yourself into.

“Ya, okay, enough of that!” They clap their hands twice like they’re talking to some servant and grab Shigaraki’s arm to get him off of you.

He shoves them out of the way, causing your drunk friend to lose their footing and hit the floor hard.

Your eyes widen and you scream at him, kneeing him in the stomach as hard as you could. He groans, letting go of you in favor of clutching his stomach and finally freeing you.

It takes a moment for your brain to register the blonde chick reaching for something, seeing a glint of familiar shaped metal as you stumble to get to your friend who’s now kneeling on the floor with tears running down their face.

Shigaraki shoots his arm out when he notices his friend stepping in your direction and you belatedly realize she held a knife. The blonde bitch was just about to fucking stab you, had he not stopped her. 

You swallow emptily, feeling yourself beginning to shake, all color draining from your face.

“Don’t—Don’t you fucking dare touch them again, you—you s-sick, depraved—fucking—fucking assholes!” you yell at everyone in the room, struggling to help your friend up.

Why is no one doing anything? Where are all of Taylor’s useless fucking friends to help when they needed them?

You look around but all you can see are cold stares. Nobody lifts a finger.

Nobody dares to cross him.

A bead of sweat rolls down your brow and your eyes snap to the direction of a deranged giggle, only to find red irises filled to the brim with unadulterated glee, staring right back at you.

Tomura felt something going off in his brain, the moment he saw your adorably lost and confused face looking for help.

You’re finally, finally realizing it, aren’t you?

He walks over to you, sinking on one knee and you curse yourself for listening to Taylor and leaving your pepper spray at home in favor of this stupid fucking outfit. You consider your odds in a fight, but one look into his terrifying eyes has you second-guessing yourself long enough that he reaches forward first, fingers splayed.

Shigaraki grabs you by your hair and gets up, forcing you to let go of your friend as you’re dragged to your feet. Taylor whimpers from somewhere beneath you, but his tense grip wouldn’t allow you to turn your head and look.

You’ve never seen him this angry, this fucking savage.

The speechless crowd and his cruel amused friends all split, making way for him, as if it’s Moses himself parting the red fucking sea.

You were too dizzy from the alcohol and too focused on the burning roots of your head, but you think you climbed a few stairs and walked a little longer until he suddenly shoved you into one of the rooms in the house, him being right behind you.

Two strangers were caught in the act, but a quick look of recognition over Shigaraki’s form and a barked order from him was enough for them to fuck off faster than you could ask for help. Not that you had much hope they would.

Because he was right. You did finally realize.

You finally realize why everyone flinched when he passed by. Why they whispered behind his back, but cowered if he were to give them a dirty look. Why there were so many wild rumors surrounding him and his shitty friends.

It’s because those aren’t fucking rumors!

Hearing the telltale click of a door locking behind you has you turning around, hand clutching over your other arm in an attempt to stop it from shaking and willing your brain to sober up. 

He’s still holding the handle to your exit, body facing you completely and his demeanor impossibly calm, compared to earlier. 

It must be a facade you think, because you feel the familiar dread you’d always feel as a kid when adults were about to snap and make you wish you were never born. That’s where your anxiety disorder stems from, now serving as an alarm for you to be careful. He’s dangerous.

You hate this. You hate this so fucking much. You hate that all he has to do is stand there and watch you, for you to freeze the fuck up and be unable to further move. The corner of his mouth lifts, smirking at you like he knows.

“Let’s talk, hm?”

Your breathing accelerates, chest rising and falling as your oxygen intake triples and the corners of your eyes burn. 

“You—you literally said—No! You promised!” you choke out, the shakiness of your hand spreading all the way to your shoulders as you speak to the white-haired devil, “You fucking promised not to do this anymore!” You’re sobbing now, fat fucking tears rolling down your cheeks and leaving dark trails of ruined mascara in their wake. “You promised…”

“So I lied. Now answer my fucking question,” Shigaraki growls at you, letting go of the handle and flexing his fingers at his sides. “Did you think it was fun? Telling me you like me, making me run around like some fucking idiot?”

He steps forward and your brain struggles to understand. 

What is he saying? When did you ever tell him that you—

The phone call.

“What? Are you—Are you joking right now? Y-You can’t do this! You’re ruining any chances of—of fixing things, with every second—” Your voice cracks. “With every fucking second that I’m locked in this fucking room with you, Shigaraki!”

But he just takes another step in your direction.

“That’s okay.” He smiles. “Maybe you’re right, for once.” His fingers reach the back of his neck and he rubs it thoughtfully, humming as he advances in your direction, slowly, like a predator and more self-assured than you’ve ever seen him be. “Maybe I am done playing nice.”

You take a tentative step back, rolling your eyes in faux confidence, unable to smother the growing anxiety. 

“T-That so? A deranged lunatic doing something psychotic? W-Who would’ve thought.”

His smirk breaks into a chilling smile at that, but he doesn’t stop stalking towards you. Until the back of your knees meet the frame of someone’s bed. 

“Still so fucking mouthy.”

You glance behind you nervously. “S-So what now.” You close your eyes, biting your lower lip and frowning before turning to look at him again. He’s right in front of you. “Gonna rape me? Teach me a lesson?”

Shigaraki chuckles, amused by your stupid question.

“Nah.” He clicks his tongue disapprovingly before closing the distance and towering over you, placing a hand squarely against your sternum and effortlessly shoving you back. 

You fall gracelessly on top of the bed, immediately grimacing at the thought of someone’s bare sweaty ass being exactly where your head now lays. Your focus shifts back to the man that’s watching you from above with a raised chin.

He looks ethereal like this, you think. Soft warm yellows coming from the dimly lit bedside lamp, illuminating his features only partially. A beautiful monster.

Shigaraki tilts his head. “Now, we’re going to talk.”

“Yeah? Well you better talk fast, because people—” you stutter, feeling angry, scared and ashamed all at once. “B-Because people… Because Taylor will call the cops on you!”

And the fucking second you finish babbling your empty threats, you hear the party come alive once again, music blaring and vibrating through however many layers of brick separated you from the main room. Nobody’s going to be able to hear you.

You curse under your breath.

“Are they now?”

“Shigaraki, stop.”

“God, you look so fucking adorable when you’re scared of me. Gets me really fucking hard,” he groans, brows pinched as he shamelessly starts palming himself through his jeans.

You can’t help but glance at his hand anxiously, feeling your heart beating faster.

“Stop. Don’t fucking do this to me. Please don’t do this to me,” you beg uselessly, screwing your wet eyes shut, trying to mentally separate yourself from him as much as possible.

But Tomura could only revel at the sound of your desperate pleas.

Yes—fucking yes! At last.

He cracks a wide grin, the only regret on his mind being not picking this path sooner. This is something he was used to. So much more efficient to use terror in order to break you down and make you his. How fucking pathetic of him to attempt something like making you want to be with him.

He could barely hold back his delight. You were so close.

Shigaraki climbs up your legs, effectively straddling you and patiently observing your reaction.

“I said relax, idiot,” he tells you, but the way he reaches his hand out and uses his dry, rough knuckles to slowly brush the side of your cheek, does absolutely nothing to help you relax. His touch feels like warm sandpaper, and you can’t help but squirm under it. “We’re just going to talk.”

His fingers uncurl, exploring the planes of your soft face, pads running gently over the bridge of your nose all the way to your lips. If you didn’t know any better, you would’ve thought he’s admiring you, by the slightly dazed look in his eyes. The same dazed look he gave that whore.

Shigaraki’s gaze falls upon your lips as he pushes his index finger into your mouth. You go ahead and bite it hard enough to leave a deep reddened dent. It doesn’t faze him in the slightest, and instead prompts him to force a second digit in as he smiles at you wickedly.

“Sho fuhkin’ tawk then,” you mumble around his bitter fingers, words coming out all funny while you feel shame burning in your cheeks and at the corner of your eyes. You place both hands firmly against his chest, looking for a semblance of separation. For any sort of false security.

His sinister smile spreads even wider, before he leans in so close to your ear that you feel his breath fanning against it. He huffs wryly before speaking again, his voice taking on a progressively higher note, “Y’know, you’re a pretty low-level boss.” Shigaraki snickers, “Unique character design, shitty confusing puzzles, but a lot of weak exploitable points I can hit. It’s like you’re not even trying.”

He’s biting his lower lip, pulling back just enough for you to look him in the eyes as he tilts his head. 

Gone were the traces of his softness from the time before tonight, all replaced by what looked like honest malice and bitter spite towards you.

The only way you could reply is with a pathetic whimper. He clicks his tongue at that.

“Do you understand how easy it would be to get rid of that flimsy scholarship of yours? Or use your filthy fucking sex tapes, of you letting some lowlife scumbag fuck you—” Shigaraki grimaces, but his scary smile quickly returns to his lips. “And… your past,” he whispers to you with an upward lilt in his tone, taking his fingers out and resting them on top of your lip, allowing for your reaction to his revelation.

“W-What? How did you—”

It’s his unhinged giggles that cut you off. 

“People talk. You’d be surprised how easily they give me what I want, once they feel threatened enough,” he says, voice dark and foreboding.

You wanted to rebuke him, you really did, but the second your mouth opens again, Shigaraki slips his already spit-covered fingers all the way to the back of your throat, the brusqueness of it prompting you to gag ugly.

You try to reach for his wrist, to push it away, but he’s stronger and he’s faster. He shakes his head at your disobedience, using his free grip to grab both of your hands and effortlessly pinning them to the side of your head, twisting your body in an uncomfortably forced position.

Was every time you could push him around just for show? And are you seriously only realizing that now?

Shigaraki waits for your erratic breathing to slow down before he begins tormenting you, pumping his long, bony fingers in and out of your mouth sickeningly slowly. 

The sound of you gagging over and over and the wet sloppy squelches of your mouth echo throughout the room, complemented by dampened party music and sounds of his increasingly labored breathing.

You choke and try struggling again, but he doesn’t let you.

“Shh, I’ve seen you take worse. That’s right. Like that. Fuck,” he purrs, face close to yours, gaze fixated on the way your mouth clings to his fingers. You cringe when you feel him lick a long and disgusting stripe from the bottom of your cheek, all the way to the source of the bitter tears. “Good girl.”

Shigaraki places a soft kiss on your temple and groans. “See, you could be so fucking good for me, but you always choose to be a mean little bitch instead.”

You shoot him a contempt-filled glare and he just chuckles in return, slipping his fingers out of your mouth and wiping your drool against the side of your reddened cheeks in order to further humiliate you.

“You’re fucking insane,” is all you can whisper, turning your head to look away, but he just grabs your chin between two fingers and forces your gaze to be back on him.

“Thought we already established that?

You spit in his face and he flinches.

Catching him off-guard is a privilege you’ll take, so you quickly free yourself from his grip. Before he snaps out of his stun, you grab his shirt and your fist flies towards his face using whatever leverage you have from this awkward position. 

It’s now or fucking never.

“You little—!” Shigaraki growls at you, immediately dropping his entire weight on top of your body before your punch can even connect, causing you to uselessly smack the top part of his shoulder and making you howl in frustration.

He slides his arms to grab each of yours, now using bruising force to truly render them useless at the sides of your head. 

“Are you fucking trying to piss me off today?” he barks at you, gritting his teeth and getting halfway up to shift one of his knees on top of your stomach, pressing his weight into it.

“Urk—” You almost literally vomit in his face from the pressure, but he lets up before you can.

“Gonna behave now and listen to what I have to fucking say, or are you going to keep being difficult?”

Difficult?! You’re being difficult? You could fucking laugh if this wasn’t quickly climbing up the ranks as one of the worst nights of your life. So you just roll your eyes instead, as if you weren’t a quivering mess. As if he wasn’t scaring you.

Tomura’s gaze narrows. 

He thought he was closer to breaking you, but you obviously still have a lot of fight left in you. After all, you’ve been through worse.

So maybe he has to truly outmatch your greatest monsters then. He should start easy.

“Answer my question, slut. Next time you don’t, I’ll have to start punishing you,” Shigaraki grunts but you remain defiantly quiet.

He scoffs, lifting his knee away from your sensitive stomach, earning him a relieved exhale from you. That moment of reprieve quickly turns into alarm the moment he wedges it between your thighs instead, mere inches away from your cunt. 

He smirks at your horrified expression and begins pressing it against your core experimentally, drawing out a pathetic whimper from you.

“Oh?” he breathes into your ear, sending a shiver down your spine as he bends his body to repeat the motion. That, unfortunately, wins him another distressed gasp from you. 

“Fuck. That’s hot,” Shigaraki groans like the depraved fucking virgin he is, momentarily forgetting that this is supposed to be your punishment. 

An idea pops into your head.

You close your eyes and softly grind yourself up against his thigh, pretending it’s involuntary, that you don’t want him to notice. It should be easy, right? You know what you’re doing, after all.

Except it slightly backfires once you start genuinely feeling a little hot, the pressure of him pressing his thigh against you making your face slightly scrunch up in pleasure. You try to even your expression, to seem unaffected.

When you open your eyes, Shigaraki looks a little more disheveled than before, his vindictive demeanor from seconds ago slightly softened. Hope blooms inside your chest.

And for the first time tonight, he throws you a playful look. 

“Thought you didn’t want to fuck me?”

God, he’s such a fucking loser, it makes you snort.

“You call getting myself off on your leg ‘fucking’ you? Pathetic.”

Something dangerous sparks in his red obsessive eyes. It sends a jolt through your spine all the way to your core, making you swallow. Hard. 

“Okay.” He presses his forehead against yours and chuckles darkly.

“Huh?”

Shigaraki repeats the motion, putting more pressure against your heat. “Go ahead, then. Get yourself off.”

“You’re a fucking freak,” you conclude, moving away from him despite the blush spreading on your cheeks and the disgusting warmth that was growing between your legs. 

The only pathetic idiot in this room is you. You and your stupid fucking plan.

“What’s wrong?” He leans in smugly, nose brushing yours and the overwhelming cigarettes and gin in his breath overwhelming your nose. “Done already? Was even gonna let you cum even tho’ you don’t deserve it.”

You roll your eyes and miss the slight disappointment crossing his features. He licks his lips and you glance at his mouth for less than a split second, but he catches it.

“Wanna kiss me?” Shigaraki tilts his head and the grin on his face spreads.

“In your fucking dreams,” you lie. “Enough. I’m tired of this shit, let me go.”

“Really? See now, here’s the thing. My hunch is telling me that you kinda enjoy being put in your place.” His eyes widened for a second before narrowing again. “Isn’t that why you keep being a bitch all the fuckin’ time?”

“Should I help you schedule an eye exam then?”

“Mmm.” Shigaraki dips his head to the junction between your neck and your shoulder, deeply inhaling your scent like the fucking pervert he is. “So mouthy. If you’re still able to snap back like that, it means I’m being too nice.”

He finally lets go of one of your arms, sliding his hand all the way to your neck, spindly fingers wrapping around it and squeezing experimentally.

“Why… why do you act so—” Shigaraki tightens his grip some more, making you struggle to breathe the words out, “fu—fuh—ck’d u-up?”

His mouth falls open, smile dropping as he looks at you in awe. The sight of you made his cock twitch in his pants.

“Because I want you,” he admits completely unapologetically, then leans in to press his dry, cracked lips to the side of your neck, kissing it softly. The rough texture and the contrast of the oddly gentle kiss makes you shiver. Shigaraki whispers, “And I’ve decided that I’m gonna have you.”

You really didn’t mean to, but the audacity makes you burst into hysterical laughter, which he immediately cuts off together with your fucking airway, using the hand that still rested on your neck. You gasp soundlessly.

“Is it that funny?” Blunt teeth graze the sensitive skin on your neck before his voice becomes low and threatening, “Did you fuck Spinner?”

Shigaraki forgets you can’t breathe, holding your neck with so much force that you start seeing black spots forming around your vision.

Only when your chest starts slightly convulsing does he let up.

“Fu-uck.” you cough, cringing away from him and breathing like it’ll be your last time. “W-Who?”

“Don’t act stupid now,” he hisses. “The fucking nerd with long purple hair.”

“Oh… him?” You grin angrily, slightly inclining upwards and touching noses with him. “That’s none of your business.”

—was the wrong thing to say, because Shigaraki punches the bed with brutal fucking force right next to your head, making you jump.

“FUCKING ANSWER ME!” he screams at you and you flinch again.

“N-No, you asshole. I didn’t fuck any of your friends.” 

“Then why—!”

Shigaraki slumps, face remaining hidden from behind white locks of hair.

You’re staring at the ceiling as long-dried tears quickly burn their way back and you feel a familiar tightening in your chest. He then slowly sits up, looking down at you again and your gaze follows him until his whole body weight lifts from you.

Tomura can see the faint red outline of his hand forming your neck. His gaze hardens and he goes back to his stiff, unemotional self.

“Doesn’t matter,” he resolves in a tone so cold, it gives you goosebumps.

“W-What do you mean?”

“I mean, that starting tonight you’ll become my bitch.” He pushes himself off the bed, fixing his clothes. You can’t help but stare at him in disbelief. “You’ll do whatever the fuck I tell you to do, and if you don’t—” He smirks at you sadistically before continuing, “If you don’t, I’ll just destroy everything you’ve ever cared about. That’s a promise.”

He pats down his arms and clothes as if to dust your filthy presence off.

You lie motionless at first, frowning until the words finally register into your alcohol addled brain. So you’re sitting up, face contorting in anger because you’ve had enough of his shit.

“You’re absolutely fucking nuts if you think I’ll—”

A sharp crack echoes in the room and judging by the position of your head and the painful sting in your face, you realize Shigaraki had struck you across the face. Hard.

You can’t hold back the violent sobs that escape you.

“Got your attention?” he growls at you, grabbing you by the roots of your hair and turning your head to him. You vaguely register his clenched jaw. “You’re a pathetic self-destructive little whore,” he hisses through gritted teeth. “And you should’ve killed yourself when you had the chance to, right after I showed that cute little ass to everyone. But you know what?”

The warmth of his breath brushes over your hurting cheek.

“Now you belong to me. So go ahead and fucking try blowing your brains out. Because not only will I make true on everything I fucking told you, but your precious little friend, your coworkers, your manager, even your fucking therapist will regret the day you were fucking born.”

“No…”

“Just like mommy did. That’s why she left your brother to die and shot herself up with heroin until she fucking left you too. Just like your brother, from under his cozy little grav—”

You don’t remember much, but you feel your throat being sore. It’s weird though, because you don’t remember yourself screaming. Or how you landed in the middle of the street, shoes and your jacket long forgotten.

You don’t remember how long you’ve been walking for, or where you were.

You don’t remember, but you can’t seem to stop trembling or crying hysterically and you don’t know what to do.

You don’t know what to do.

YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT TO DO.

— NEW MESSAGES —

Psycho – im acc nice to my toys so ill look past ur little temper tantrum this time [Sent 2:34 AM]

Psycho – u better show 2 class tmr otherwise i promise u really won’t like what will happen if u dont. [Sent 2:35 AM]

Psycho – sweet dreams :) [Sent 2:35 AM]

[i-hug-exploder-shanks]

Hello once again!! :D

I am once again asking for a fluffy o14 story!

I have an idea: After Saint's confession in Semitone Shift, Osiris gets some time to himself to think about his feelings. After thinking for a bit, he confesses his feelings to Saint and they share a first kiss!! It would be cute, right?!

If you decide to write this, thank you very much! ♡

I like to think Osiris and Saint were in a sort of relationship already but Osiris was just like “This is a friends with benefits sort of thing, he couldn’t possibly actually care about me. No one cares about me including myself. So Saint saying he loved Osiris blindsided him because he thought their relationship was something completely different.

That being said, I love any excuse for a first kiss and these two are my life right now. Also added some Tallulah in there for fun. Hope you enjoy!

No one could obsess over something like Osiris and this was something he cared about deeply so of course it was consuming his every waking out and few of the hours he should be asleep too. Saint had said he loved him. Saint loved him. Saint loved him. He said it so casually as if he wasn’t shaking the very foundation of Osiris’ entire world. Then the jerk had the gall to be all sweet and coy with him because of how surprised he had been. Well, Osiris wasn’t taking it sitting down. No. He was going to get back at him as soon as he figured out the perfect moment to say it back.

Now that he was certain he felt the same way and this was something he wanted to pursue long term romantically (and physically if he was being honest. No one could honestly watch Saint-14 in the heat of battle and tell him afterward they wouldn’t want that man to step on them… or maybe Osiris was biased, that was possible too.) His competitive nature was the only thing holding him back from just blurting it out every time they were in a room together. Unfortunately they hadn't been able to be around each other that often since that moment.

“I swear to the Traveler you are impossible! How are we even still friends?” Talullah complained flopping into the chair at his desk in his office and Osiris rolled his eyes at her.

“We aren’t. You keep breaking into my study and refusing to leave.” He said gesturing to the open window she had climbed through to get in there pointedly.

“Yeah because you left it unlocked, because you knew I would come here, because we’re friends, clearly. Just admit it Osiris. You like me.” She said grinning at him.

He resisted the urge to roll his eyes again. “We are getting away from the point of our discussion anyway. I need some hunters to-” He started but she shook her head.

“I’ve already sent out the scouts, don’t worry. We’re keeping an eye on the moon. No, tell me about Saint-14. I know he said something to you that’s got you all tied up in knots and avoiding him which is making him pout. He’s incredibly good at pouting for an Exo and not having lips to pout with. So what happened?” She asked wanting to hear the juice details.

“He said he loved me. I handed him a pad and he said ‘Thank you, I love you’ just like that. Then when I asked him about it he said he just said what he felt in the moment and he was all pleased he had surprised me.” Osiris grunted crossing his arms with a scowl.

“Awww! That’s so sweet. Did you tell him back? Did you kiss? Wait, did you turn him down?! OSIRIS!” She shrieked and he waved his hand at her.

“No! No, I didin’t- I didn’t know what to say, it was so sudden! He told me not to say it until I could mean it and we just finished our work for the day but… I thought about it and I do. I do want it and mean it. I love him…” He said his face burning as he admitted it out loud for the first time.

“Thank the traveler. You should just tell him then. Just as casually as he did for you. I’m guessing you’re trying to make a big deal out of it because with you everything is overly dramatic but… Just tell him- and stop ignoring the poor man! He tells you he loves you then you up and avoid him? He’s probably feeling all rejected. Surprised he’s not depression binging ice cream while watching his pigeons do courting dances or something,” She groaned.

Osiris sighed, “I haven’t been meaning to avoid him. The Speaker has been asking extra duties of me and I’ve just been busy and then there’s this issue with the moon and my visions have been worse drawing me toward Mercury and… I just haven’t had time to see him outside of the quick hello in the halls in passing,” He admitted rubbing a hand over his face.

“Well your free now aren’t you? Go now,” She offered and Osiris gave her a look.

“It is 9-”

“Yeah yeah it’s late. Grab something tasty to eat, and order enough for two and go make it up to him Osiris. You wanted a grand gesture? There you go. Wine and dine him. I’ll cover for you both tomorrow with the boss so don’t you dare come back without getting some or so help me I’m stealing your ghosts and locking you both in a closet,” She growled at him in annoyance but Osiris just threw his hands up.

“Sagira would probably help you, betrayer that she is. Fine. I’m going. If he yells at me I’m coming back here and tossing you out the window,” He said leaving before remembering it was his office and she didn’t even need to be there.

Making his way out he tried to think of what sort of foods he had seen Saint eat before before settling on a simple curry place he himself enjoyed and buying enough for both of them. Then he stopped by another shop nearby that had flowers because the lilacs they had out front were just the perfect shade abd he couldn't stop himself.

So feeling cliche and nervous he made his way to Saint's home with flowers and food and knocked on the door.

Thankfully it didn't seem like Saint had been sleeping yet although he was in pajamas already if the sweat pants and lack of shirt were any indication. Osiris' mouth went dry and he forced himself not to stare blatantly at Saint's exposed chest.

"I, uh, realized that we haven't had time together in a while and I know it's late but I, uh..." Osiris started feeling out of his depth as Saint stared at him in surprise.

"Did you bring me flowers? Please come in. I will get a vase!" Saint said vanishing quickly while leaving the doorway open so Osiris stepped inside, kicking his shoes off by the door, and looking around curiously.

He had stopped by a time or two to get Saint for meetings but had never actually come inside. It was very comfortable and cleaner than he imagined a lone titan's home to be.

Saint returned with a vase shortly after Osiris started unpacking the food onto a coffee table.

"I couldn't remember you specifying any specific preferences in food so I just got you what I get but with less chilies. I hope that's alright," Osiris murmured while Saint busied himself with the flowers.

"That is fine. It was very kind of you to think of me and to bring dinner. I was just debating on if I should have Geppetto go get me something," Saint said sitting on the couch beside Osiris and taking his container and spoon eagerly.

Osiris watched him take a bite. "I love you too," He blurted out finally and Saint started choking on the food. Thankfully, he was able to get himself arranged without needing Geppetto to bring him back because that would have been embarrassing for both of them.

"I love you too. I am so happy to hear you say it and to have you here. I admit I was getting worried I had scared you away by expressing myself too soon," He said shyly and Osiris shifted closer reaching up to cup Saint's face gently.

"You could never scare me away. In fact, I believe you've gotten yourself stuck with me forever... Saint? May I kiss you?" Osiris asked and Saint just nodded violet eyes darkening as Osiris leaned in and they kissed for the first time. It was a soft thing that was over too quick but felt perfect. With Solar and Void light sparking off each other it was almost literal fireworks but thankfully Osiris had perfected his control and didn't set the room on fire. Yes, he definitely loved him and he once again owed Tallulah glimmer.

[shadowsandshapes]

FFTB | CH 3: The League of Normal Fucking People (Dabi/F!Reader)

Summary: The League is not all it's cracked up to be...and you don't think it's a bad thing at all. Life has become strangely domestic for you. Not just that -- your relationship with a certain arsonist progresses to a point where you're far too comfortable with his presence. Contains: Swearing, Canon-Typical Violence, Power Fantasy Elements, A Lot of Food? Guess I Was Really Hungry Writing This, Domestic LOV, They're BONDING Your Honour

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For a notorious villain, Dabi sure seemed casual about walking around town in broad daylight. Sure – his sunglasses and hood covered most of his appearance – but you couldn’t escape the nagging feeling in your stomach that this was crazy. You were just out for a stroll with a man who burned people. Professionally and for fun.

A strained groan escaped him as he stretched, flexing his muscles to soothe the stiffness in his limbs. “Man – I’m starving. Shoulda brought a snack. I’m sure Crusty wouldn’t mind if we took a little longer. Too bad I’m out of cash though, we coulda gone for some grub before reporting back.”

You were kinda hungry too. Before the mission, you didn’t really have an appetite. Something about being sent to beat up a bunch of greasy, grimy dudes just spoiled your desire for food. Now that that was behind you, though – you couldn’t help but agree. It was already late afternoon – something to eat would be nice right about now.  “Money’s not an issue,” you said. “I can pay for us.”

“Oh – you a material girl, huh?” Dabi teased. “Big spender. Bet you’ve got someone paying your bills for you if you’ve got cash to burn on something like this.”

“Not exactly – just watch, you’ll catch on.”

Dabi slowed his pace as you jogged up ahead into the crowd. You vanished into the masses for just a moment and when he caught up, you’d already set your plan into motion. He found you bumping into a businessman – then bowing and apologizing profusely. Your target simply smiled and waved you off. The exchange only lasted a few seconds and it took Dabi a moment to realize what you had done. The guy had no idea a pretty little thing like you meant trouble. A smirk crept onto his features as you strolled back to him – a brown leather wallet grasped firmly within your fingers. You handed it over. Inside were at least two credit cards and some cash.

“You little fuckin’ thief –” Dabi said, in awe at how easily you had swiped your prize. “This how you make your money?” 

“Yup. And gambling but y’know – pickpocketing the 1% is good for the economy. They’re not spending that trust fund money, so I will.” You beamed at him proudly. Eat the fucking rich. There was much more your Quirk could be used for, of course – but right now you were just happy to provide.

Dabi checked the cash in the wallet – the guy must almost exclusively pay by card. All he found was chump change in the form of a few crumpled-up bills. Not enough for a proper meal for two. “You up for swiping some more, slick?” he asked. “We might wanna get more cash in case these cards are a bust.”

You cracked your knuckles and flashed him a smile. “Pick a suit, Dabi.” He shook his head in response, grinning – then pointed out another sharply-dressed man. There was a lot you could learn about a person by the way they dressed and Dabi had chosen the perfect target. Rich and in a hurry. A briefcase clasped firmly under his arm. Typical bureaucrat. “Child’s play,” you announced before approaching your mark.

It didn’t take long for you to devise a system. Dabi picked the sucker – you went and rolled their pockets. Turns out he had a good eye for rich idiots and you were just cute enough to get away with stealing from them. Twenty minutes later, you had a handful of cash and enough credit cards to last a lifetime. You took your ill-gotten spoils to the nearest food joint, splurging on a three-course meal for two. The sun had begun to set and dinnertime had arrived – which meant you could enjoy some privacy as the hum and buzz of a busy fast-food restaurant made for the perfect cover. You took a corner booth – slapping your trays down and digging in.

Dabi took a big bite from his burger and let out a satisfied groan – he pointed at you with one hand, chowing down on his fries with the other. “Fuuuuuck – you’re worth keeping around just for this. D’you know how often I get to eat like this? Fuckin’ never. You’re alright, Lucky – you’re alright.”

“As long as you stop calling me that, I think I might be able to forgive you for nearly roasting me.” You poked at your burger – taking the top bun off to fish out an offending ingredient. Who put carrots on a fucking burger anyway? Heathens, that’s who. 

“Not a fan of Lucky?” Dabi questioned with a mouthful of food. “After what I’ve seen today, I think it suits you just fine.” When you didn’t answer, he let out a sigh, dropping his burger back into the wrapper. “Alright – alright,” he conceded. “(Y/n) it is. Y’know – I put Shigaraki up to this. This whole test. Wasn’t too sure about you before. Now though? I think you’ll fit in just fine. Just watch your back, keep your nose clean and stick to the plan.”

“That almost sounded like a compliment. You starting to like me, hotshot?”

“And what if I am, huh?” Dabi chuckled, tossing a fry directly into your cleavage. He clapped in childish victory as you fished it from between your tits and ate it. “It’s not like I’m planning on getting too attached to ya. In our line of work, people come and go all the time. Doesn’t hurt to have some fun along the way.”

“Oh, don’t you worry –” You smiled. “You’ll end up hating me eventually. I’m a pain in the ass to deal with on a good day.” 

Something about the way you said that rubbed Dabi the wrong way. Sure, you laughed at the joke – but it wasn’t genuine. You genuinely believed he would hate you. What you said and what you showed didn’t always match, did it? He would have to take note of that. 

Horrified, you grimaced as Dabi popped the top off his milkshake and then dipped a handful of fries into it. “You’re so fucking gross, dude – that’s disgusting.”

The man shrugged and shoved the chocolate-covered fries into his mouth – exaggerating a moan of enjoyment just to nauseate you even more. “Don’t knock it ‘till you try it, sweet thing. It’s really good actually.” Dabi dipped another handful in – holding them out for you. 

“I’ll take your word for it…” you said, opting to politely decline his offer. “I’ll pass.”

Dabi shrugged. “Your loss – more for me.”

This was not how you pictured ending your first day as a member of the League of Villains. Dabi was not what you had expected. Right now, he just seemed like a dude enjoying a good meal after a long day. You could appreciate that. The normalcy of sitting in a fast-food joint with a friend. Even if that friendship was still in its budding stages. 

Days went by and your life at the League had been largely uneventful. Far fewer decapitations and ritual sacrifices than expected and a lot more inelegant domesticity. Most times, you held down the fort while the others went out on missions or recruiting tours. In the evenings, the members gathered to relax. At first, you felt out of place. It just didn’t feel right to insert yourself into these people’s lives. But they were welcoming. Far more so than you had initially expected. Maybe it was because you’d gotten into the habit of doing household chores for them. Cooking, cleaning, brushing Toga’s hair in the evening, or helping Mr. Compress with his daily needs after his injuries. It somehow all fell into your lap. You didn’t do this from the goodness of your heart exactly, no – it was busy work that kept your mind from wandering too much. Still – when Twice invited you to sit next to him while the gang watched a movie for the first time – it felt significant. Ever since then, you felt more at peace with your role in the League. 

You’d been alone for so long, you’d forgotten what it was like to have roomies. Feral, criminal and downright chaotic roomies. They weren’t at all like the cutthroat, murderous demons their reputation made them out to be. Sure – you still wouldn’t fuck with them on a bad day, but you had realized one very important thing. They were just people. Trying their fucking best with the cards they had been dealt in life. Just like you.

“I’m doing laundry – BRING YOUR SHIT!” Spinner shouted down the hall – answered by a chorus of affirmative noises and grunts from the other members.

You glanced in the direction of the ruckus before turning your attention back to the vegetables on the cutting board in front of you. Best not to get distracted with a sharp object in your hand. As you returned to peeling a handful of potatoes, you took a moment to reflect. At least the kitchen was clean. That was more than you could say for the majority of the safe house. Most times, everyone was responsible for their own food. If you were hungry – you cooked. Simple as that. You always ended up making bigger portions though. Any leftover servings were quickly claimed and gobbled up by whoever got their hands on it first. Not that you minded – it would have gone to waste otherwise. Had you already become the League’s resident chef? Riveting. Not quite the chaotic, fearsome experience you were expecting. Still – you had to admit this was a welcome change of pace from scrounging for food and scamming assholes out of their money every day. 

That didn’t mean you couldn’t make rules for yourself though.

Dabi dumped an empty laundry basket by the door and gave you a quick nod, strolling into the kitchen to inspect the pots and pans you had simmering away on the stove. He lifted the lid off the sauce – a rogue finger coming dangerously close to dipping in for a taste. You were quick to swat it with a wooden spoon.

“Ouch – what the hell,” he cursed, inspecting his hand as if he’d been gravely injured by your unjust attack. “What gives?”

“Hands off. It’s not done. You want a taste, you work for it.” You motioned to a pile of unpeeled onions and the dishes you had dumped in the sink. If Dabi wanted to snack – he could put in the effort to help you.

The raven-haired arsonist wasn’t having any of it though – crossing his arms in defiance. “Are you kidding? It’s just sauce. Besides, I see you eating all the time when you’re cooking.”

“Kitchen tax.” You shrugged. “I go through the hassle of cooking – I get to try the food before everyone else. Either pick up a chore or get the fuck outta my kitchen, hotshot.”

Dabi scoffed at your attitude at first. Nonetheless, after a moment of silent brooding, he shifted over to the dishes – organizing them and filling the sink with hot water. You worked diligently to peel your potatoes and clean the onions, slicing them into small wedges and half-rings respectively while he cleaned the pots and pans. From the corner of your eye, you spotted him watching you – almost like he was trying to figure something out. 

Sure enough – “Y’know, you’re pretty good at this. Bet your daddy was absent, huh?” Dabi asked, not looking up as he rinsed off some of the tools you had used in the soapy water. 

“That a real question or are you just hoping to fill the vacancy?”

He laughed. You tried exceptionally hard to make it seem like a nonchalant response, but Dabi couldn’t help but notice your defensive tone. Seemed like he had hit the nail on the head. “Don't get too excited, sweetheart. You're not my type.”

That was a lie. You were a vision to be admired but Dabi wasn’t the type to get attached like that. Guys were probably tipping over themselves and their own egos to get your attention. He had more important things to worry about than impressing a viper like you. The prettiest creatures were often the most dangerous ones. That didn’t mean he couldn’t appreciate the view though especially when that view entailed you brushing your hair from your eyes and getting an adorably focussed look on your face.

A mischievous gleam shined in your gaze as you snapped back at him. “I don’t need two disappointing men in my life, thanks.”

“Goddamn, girl. Did you have to swing that hard?” You had spunk. Dabi could appreciate that. “You’re breaking my heart.”

“Thought I wasn’t your type?” you questioned, trying your damndest not to smile at the blue-eyed arsonist. It wasn’t working – you couldn’t stop yourself from letting out a strangled, snorting laugh.

“That smart mouth of yours is gonna get you into trouble, (Y/n).”

“Ooh~” you cooed, fluttering your lashes at him in an exaggerated manner. “I sure hope so.”

Dabi shook his head, reaching a hand up to cover the grin spreading across his features. Yeah – you weren’t so bad after all.

Turns out you made a good team with the local arsonist for more than just picking pockets. After adjusting to your new life, you found yourself teaming up with Dabi more often. Part of you knew this was because Shigaraki didn’t trust you to go on missions alone yet – but you liked to think you had a friend in the League’s most fearsome fighter. You blamed the magic of bonding over shitty burgers and grease-drenched fries on your first day.

Dabi leaned against the doorframe, casually crossing his arms as he watched you lounge on your bed. Despite having a place to yourself downtown, you preferred staying here. He had no idea why – but having you around was certainly more entertaining.

“I’m going out for a walk – you wanna come?” he asked. Dabi’s azure eyes followed the movement of your swaying legs with each swing, covertly admiring the curve of them. You looked comfortable in your night attire. Too bad he was really rooting for you to join him – you’d have to put some pants on for that.

“Don’t lie. You’re going out to cause trouble.”

He chuckled, pushing himself off the door to stroll into your space. “Can’t get anything past you, can I?” Dabi allowed himself to fall back onto your bed next to you. “I wanna go get burgers, actually –” he admitted, poking the side of your thigh absentmindedly. “You’re paying.”

It was no secret that the two of you often ended your nights with a meal. It had become your way to conclude a mission. Somehow you always ended up where you started on your first day – across from each other at a cheap fast-food joint. This time, though – there had been no prior mission. That was a first. Dabi usually kept to himself when you weren’t working, aside from occasionally coming to pester you in the privacy of your own room. Sort of like right now.

“C’mon (Y/n), get your ass in gear. I wanna be back before sunrise this time.”

Fucking hell. Sure, what’s the harm? You tore yourself off of the mattress reluctantly. “Stop busting my balls, Dabi – I’ll be dressed in a minute.” Halfway through lifting your shirt over your head, you caught Dabi smirking at you. “Do you fucking mind?” you scoffed out. “Get out.”

“And miss the show?” Dabi planted a dramatic hand on his chest and pretended to be shocked – appalled by the fact that you would deny him the pleasure of seeing you naked. “No way.”

Un-fucking-believable, this guy.

“Out.” You pointed at the door.

Dabi rolled off the side of your bed with a sigh and stood up – closing the small gap between you with a single stride. His hand grasped the side of your face, angling your head up so he could look you in the eye. You damn near bit his finger as it swiped across your bottom lip. “You should really stop being mean to me, (Y/n).”

You snapped your teeth at him in response – he pinched his fingers tighter as a result, smushing your cheeks together. “No – I don’t think I will.” Despite your seemingly harsh words you were smiling from ear to ear. Dabi was too. This was just how things worked for the both of you. 

It was nice. In fact, you couldn’t imagine your time at the LOV without him.

A/N: I'll be posting another, shorter chapter today as well! In the meantime, I hope you enjoyed this one. This chapter KICKED my ass when I was writing it. It just wouldn't work. The tone was killing me but I think we're finally there. (: Hope you guys enjoyed your date (cough)

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[polyklok]

i love your hcs so much, an i get a,b,d,i,k,n,v for pickles? (smut) i lov him

I’m gonna be honest with you hun, a bunch of these answers are copy and pasted from ask with many of the same prompts. Usually I like to write new ones but 1. A hoe is tired and 2. There’s not much to say that hasn’t already been said. If you wanna send in some new letters that aight, but apparently those ones are very popular.

A- Aftercare

It’s sorta minimal to be honest. He cuddles up to you, kisses you a few times, makes sure there was no serious damage done. He really likes switching between making out and pillow talk while still in his sex-high. Speaking of high, he might pull out a joint to share. He cracks a few jokes, gulps down some booze water, maybe goes for another round, and then he passes out. If you go for a shower, he’s probably not gonna join you. It’s not like he’s neglecting you, but he doesn’t really think it’s necessary to go all-out after the deed is already done.

B- Body Part

Pickles is a sucker for some legs. He likes to kiss and squeeze your thighs, stroke down your calves, spread them and dive in between. He loves whenever you wear an outfit that shows them off; he loves removing that outfit even more. Doesn’t even matter if you’ve shaved or not, he’s gonna worship them.

He’s doesn’t have one for himself, but he likes his neck because of how much you like his neck. It’s true, he does have a pretty attractive neck. He likes getting it kissed, bit, and sucked on, from his chin to his collarbone. Any mark that you leave is gonna be shown off extensively.

D- Dirty Secret

He’s a huge perv. He gets off on watching you when you have no idea, right behind a door or hiding in a corner, palming himself while you get dressed, shower, masturbate. Peeping Tom over here has to hold a hand over his mouth to keep himself from being found out. He just feels so filthy as you unknowingly put on a show for him. Might even take some pictures or video to remember the occasion.

Of course you technically know that he’s there, the two of you definitely coordinated this/you confirmed you were cool with it beforehand. But isn’t fun to pretend?

I- Intimacy

It sort of depends on your definition.

Pickles isn’t very traditionally romantic, but he’s always genuine. Sex with him feels…natural, casual, playful and yet passionate. He’s not gonna ‘turn the lights down low’ or anything like that, but he’s gonna make you feel special in his own way. All your worries flutter away when Pickles starts to grope at you, with a mischievous look in his eyes and that charming, crooked grin of his. He likes to joke around, tease, be a little snarky with you as you sink into pleasure. He’s your best friend in the bed room! It’s his own brand of intimacy.

K- Kink

Firstly, he’s very adventurous and willing to try anything out, but he will be firm if he dislikes something. Don’t push it.

Voyeurism, Exhibitionism, Humiliation, Cumplay, Sensory deprivation, Food Play, is smoking weed a kink?, partner sharing (more so in a “hotwife” way than cuckolding), Heels on both you and him, light bdsm/pain play

This one is very specific; he likes when you wear things like can be easily torn off, like pantyhose, thin shirts, cheap lingerie, etc.

N- NO

While is isn’t against degradation, it’s gonna have to be pretty light. Too much criticism hits too close to home and you might end up with an emotional Pickle on your hands. Some teasing is ok, just nothing that might genuinely hurt his feelings.

Also, this is common sense, but don’t ever hurt him without clear discussion beforehand. He doesn’t like those kind of surprises and will shut the whole thing down. And while he might be fine at being lightly slapped in certain places, his face is off limits.

And no hair pulling because it might fall out lol

V- Volume

He’s usually very vocal. Lots of swears thrown here and there, moans and grunts. He has a habit of smiling while he moans, it’s so cute. It’s accent is gonna get thicker if that’s even possible; Mf is speaking another language at this point. Even if he occupies his mouth on another part of your body, he’s gonna be moaning through it.

The best part is when he’s really feeling it, close to his orgasm; he goes silent. His mouth falls wide open but no noise comes out, except maybe a gasp of air.

If he has to be quiet for secrecy sake, he can definitely manage by biting down hard on either his lip or your lip, “Yer choice, babe.”

If you have a request, refer back to here!

[thotsforvillainrights]

Hi how are u and your baby? I hope the baby inherits your beauty darling 🤭. I watch the video where in the Korea funfair have like those spinning thing (I think it disco pang pang it kind of match making people who ride) and they go with their crush. How all of the villain reacts (you can do either it lov or shie hassaikai or mla only) when the reader who sit across from them and falls on their laps while the host (the host who controlling that thing is a devil himself) intentionally moving that thing making the reader bouncing on their crotch.

Thank you so much and I hope u, your husband and your baby stay healthy as always ❤️❤️❤️

(I wish I could handle the rides like that! The videos always seem like so much chaos but I've been doomed to only handle like 2 fair rides and that's it lol. Anyway, I'll just take this as a cue for the MLA, thanks!)

-ReDestro: A fair? Sure why not! To be honest, growing up the way he did means he missed out on a lot of things other kids got to do. Rich kids problems weren't bad, don't get him wrong. It's just that he has a lot of regrets when it comes to this kind of thing. That's why when you invite him to go to one, he absolutely agrees on the spot. Overlooking the fact that he ALSO has a crush on you too by the way...Anyhow, he's up in age but fit for a man like himself. Fair rides (as long as they aren't too crazy) is something he figures he can handle. It's the current situation you both found yourselves in that leaves him a bit speechless and embarrassed as well. He likely apologizes profusely after the ride is over. He knows it's not his fault the operator was a maniac, but he still apologizes regardless of the situation. You calm down and let him know it's all good, but the two of you take a long break from rides for the rest of the night and instead opt for eating and watching magic shows.

-Curious: Oh a fair? She's in for sure. As someone who spends majority of her time shopping and doing spa days for fun, this should be a nice little mix up for her. You're just busy silently panicking that your crush actually agreed to go with you on this unofficial date! You're hoping she can't tell you've got a huge crush on her by the way you've been acting all night. Even though she may or may not be able to tell, the ride operator on the spinning wheel sure as hell could. He decided to take this and use it to his advantage to either help you or perhaps completely degrade you. You suspect it's the second option. Although you're mortified right now, at least she's laughing at it and having fun.

-Trumpet: There is a 98% chance that if he's your crush then you're probably his crush too. Honestly, the two of you have a weird relationship where you might as well be dating but not quite official. Neither of you has made a move...unless you count tonight. You asked him to go with you to the fair and you wouldn't believe how fast the man said yes. In fact, he was already slipping on a good pair of walking shoes and heading out the door to meet you. It's always nice spending time with Koku since he doesn't really ever judge you and always seems to listen to whatever you have to say. He's a good conversationalist. He's kind to you, understanding, a little annoying sometimes but you can handle it. Tonight would've been a great night to confess how you feel about each other had it not been for that meddlesome ride operator embarrassing the shit out of you by causing you to bounce on his lap for a minute straight...I'm sure you'll get around to it eventually lol

-Skeptic: It's so funny to think about because he really likes you too but hasn't confessed it and likely won't for another damn year or so. The reason why he's accused of liking you is because he's caught doing a lot of stuff with you that he would never agree to for other people (not even Rikiya himself). He's over your place 90 percent of the time to the point where he might as well damn move in with you. He's always going to lunch with you, meeting you out when you run errands, going with you to the movies etc. When you asked him to the fair, he didn't bat an eye. Well...he complained of course because it's him of all people, but he still didn't wait to go. He's not too keen on fairs and carnivals. He just wants to eat fruit in an overpriced cup or maybe a funnel cake but not much else. He hates the smell of the animals, the overstimulation of the noises and the lights, the overcrowding, it goes and on. He'd rather die than admit that he's happy just to be here with you (because he is). You convince him to get on one ride only and that it won't be so bad, you promised! Oh how wrong you were. This particular ride left him with a blood red face, and some other aspects he dare not mention. He was probably flustered for a good long time after that, but he won't admit he went home and dreamed about it later that night. Oh my!

-Geten: Fair? What's the point of it? Oh well, he's got nothing else going on anyway. He's done all his training for the day and ReDestro convinced him it would be a good idea to just get out and have some fun for once in a while (the old man knew you had a crush on Geten of course. He was playing cupid lol). So Geten goes with you and tries to get into it while he's there. He considers you a close friend but doesn't ever really express it too often. He of course pays for your food and whatever else you want while you're there. He even uses his meta ability to cheat at fair games and get you a prize. He hates being told it's not allowed so it might've partly been done to spite the fair workers. The only complaint you might've had was the way he was fussing at the damn ride operator to stop the ride so you would stop bouncing on his lap. He sounded extremely angry and his face was definitely covered in a deep blush. You don't get time to be embarrassed due to having to stop him from trying to kill the man when the ride ends. It's unclear of whether or not you two get kicked out later that night. It likely depends on how strong you think you are at stopping a pysical altercartion betwen Geten and the operator.

[babeczka415]

Eternal Love

Chapter 2

It's been a week since that morning I came home. It's been seven days and who knows how many hours since he left me. My heart aches in ways I can't even describe. Jessy has stopped by making sure I eat and cleaning up. She finally got me to talk the other night and we drowned ourselves in wine and ice cream while watching horror movies. I haven't told Dan yet and I know that conversation was coming tonight as it was the night he and Jessy always came around to have fun.

I manage to get out of bed and move to the couch with my laptop. I have never been more grateful for this job than I am now. It allows me to work from home and as long as I tell my boss in advance no video chats. I just told him I was sick but still able to work. Eventually I know that isn't going to work but it's been a blessing this week.

I keep checking my phone all day hoping for something from him. Something to explain but still nothing. Instead I have a text from Lilly, I curse her under my breath. She only wants to talk to see how he is.

Lilly: MC, everything okay? We haven't heard from him or you.

MC: No everything isn't okay and please stop talking to me only to find out how he is. He left me a week ago and told me to move on.

MC: I'm gonna say you and Hannah should do the same thing and just forget him!

I sign off just as fast as I send that message and I'm glad it's the end of the day. I head into the kitchen and grab the Jack Daniels and take a drink from the bottle. It burns going down but at least it's a feeling. I hear the door unlock as Jessy has a key. 

"I don't know why you didn't knock like we always do" Dan states.

I sigh, I hope she doesn't tell him why. I turn around with the bottle still in my hand and I see them in the doorway.

"Hey don't start the fun without me" Dan laughs.

I smile the best I can and he instantly knows something is wrong.

"Still nothing?" My red haired best friend asks and I shake my head while taking another drink.

"What is going on?" Asks Dan.

"Jake is gone," I say, looking away from him. He wraps his arms around me. He's finally started walking again after the accident and I just cry into his chest.

"We will make you forget all about him," Dan says, lifting my head up. I lean against him not being able to say anything. 

I was expecting an 'I told you he was bad news' or something along those lines from Dan but he instantly goes into best friend mode.

Jessy grabs out all the junk food she has brought over and we make a table top on the bar between that and different alcohol. These two know exactly what I need after having my heartbroken by the man I thought was my forever. 

We pile on the couch and throw in movies after movies. I remember taking a silly picture of us but I don't do anything with it.

Jakes POV:

It's been seven days and 16 hours since I left her. I never wanted to fall in love but she did it. She made me fall in love with her. 

Tonight I'm in an abandoned warehouse tracking my pursuers. Sleep has not been my friend in a while and this last week has been worse. Everytime I close my eyes I see her smile, her sleeping. I feel her curled up against me afraid to lose me.

You see when I told her my location I knew what was going to happen. I knew she wouldn't let go of me but I needed to see her and feel her touch and kisses one more time before I broke her heart. Those hazel eyes as she spun around were full of love and feeling safe.

I knew I could never be HER safe haven. I also know she would give up everything for me if I so much as hinted at it.

I couldn't bring her into this world, more than I already had. She needed to live her life normally, before she got dragged into finding Hannah and falling in love with me. She needs a normal future, one not on the constant run. I have no idea when I can give her that and I knew it from the start. 

You see she's the good girl, the girl every guy wants. I'm troubled, she knew that but still fell. It's the typical good girl who falls in love with the bad boy. What the normal story doesn't tell is how the bad boy fell in love with her, but just wanted to keep her safe.

I hear my phone go off and I look and it's Lilly. I hadn't reached out and I wasn't planning on going until I knew I was safe. I sigh as I open the location on MC. I have to make sure they aren't tracking her. She's at home like she has been since she entered back in. I could pull up her webcam but it would just break my heart. I do follow her social media but lately she hasn't been posting but I keep a watch.

I see a photo pop up, which is odd at the time. It's a photo of her, Jessica, and Daniel curled up on the couch with drinks. I read the caption and my heart breaks.

When your world is falling apart, you can't ask for more than best friends, Jack Daniels, and lots of junk food.

The photo looks odd then I realize it's taken at night and it's now the next morning… eight days since I saw her smile at me, even in her sleep.

I set Nymos up and lean back on the couch trying to catch some sleep hoping she doesn't haunt my dreams.

[x3kristax3]

Eternal Love

Chapter 2

It's been a week since that morning I came home. It's been seven days and who knows how many hours since he left me. My heart aches in ways I can't even describe. Jessy has stopped by making sure I eat and cleaning up. She finally got me to talk the other night and we drowned ourselves in wine and ice cream while watching horror movies. I haven't told Dan yet and I know that conversation was coming tonight as it was the night he and Jessy always came around to have fun.

I manage to get out of bed and move to the couch with my laptop. I have never been more grateful for this job than I am now. It allows me to work from home and as long as I tell my boss in advance no video chats. I just told him I was sick but still able to work. Eventually I know that isn't going to work but it's been a blessing this week.

I keep checking my phone all day hoping for something from him. Something to explain but still nothing. Instead I have a text from Lilly, I curse her under my breath. She only wants to talk to see how he is.

Lilly: MC, everything okay? We haven't heard from him or you.

MC: No everything isn't okay and please stop talking to me only to find out how he is. He left me a week ago and told me to move on.

MC: I'm gonna say you and Hannah should do the same thing and just forget him!

I sign off just as fast as I send that message and I'm glad it's the end of the day. I head into the kitchen and grab the Jack Daniels and take a drink from the bottle. It burns going down but at least it's a feeling. I hear the door unlock as Jessy has a key. 

"I don't know why you didn't knock like we always do" Dan states.

I sigh, I hope she doesn't tell him why. I turn around with the bottle still in my hand and I see them in the doorway.

"Hey don't start the fun without me" Dan laughs.

I smile the best I can and he instantly knows something is wrong.

"Still nothing?" My red haired best friend asks and I shake my head while taking another drink.

"What is going on?" Asks Dan.

"Jake is gone," I say, looking away from him. He wraps his arms around me. He's finally started walking again after the accident and I just cry into his chest.

"We will make you forget all about him," Dan says, lifting my head up. I lean against him not being able to say anything. 

I was expecting an 'I told you he was bad news' or something along those lines from Dan but he instantly goes into best friend mode.

Jessy grabs out all the junk food she has brought over and we make a table top on the bar between that and different alcohol. These two know exactly what I need after having my heartbroken by the man I thought was my forever. 

We pile on the couch and throw in movies after movies. I remember taking a silly picture of us but I don't do anything with it.

Jakes POV:

It's been seven days and 16 hours since I left her. I never wanted to fall in love but she did it. She made me fall in love with her. 

Tonight I'm in an abandoned warehouse tracking my pursuers. Sleep has not been my friend in a while and this last week has been worse. Everytime I close my eyes I see her smile, her sleeping. I feel her curled up against me afraid to lose me.

You see when I told her my location I knew what was going to happen. I knew she wouldn't let go of me but I needed to see her and feel her touch and kisses one more time before I broke her heart. Those hazel eyes as she spun around were full of love and feeling safe.

I knew I could never be HER safe haven. I also know she would give up everything for me if I so much as hinted at it.

I couldn't bring her into this world, more than I already had. She needed to live her life normally, before she got dragged into finding Hannah and falling in love with me. She needs a normal future, one not on the constant run. I have no idea when I can give her that and I knew it from the start. 

You see she's the good girl, the girl every guy wants. I'm troubled, she knew that but still fell. It's the typical good girl who falls in love with the bad boy. What the normal story doesn't tell is how the bad boy fell in love with her, but just wanted to keep her safe.

I hear my phone go off and I look and it's Lilly. I hadn't reached out and I wasn't planning on going until I knew I was safe. I sigh as I open the location on MC. I have to make sure they aren't tracking her. She's at home like she has been since she entered back in. I could pull up her webcam but it would just break my heart. I do follow her social media but lately she hasn't been posting but I keep a watch.

I see a photo pop up, which is odd at the time. It's a photo of her, Jessica, and Daniel curled up on the couch with drinks. I read the caption and my heart breaks.

When your world is falling apart, you can't ask for more than best friends, Jack Daniels, and lots of junk food.

The photo looks odd then I realize it's taken at night and it's now the next morning… eight days since I saw her smile at me, even in her sleep.

I set Nymos up and lean back on the couch trying to catch some sleep hoping she doesn't haunt my dreams.

[villainsandvictimsalliance]

As a new member of the Toten BBF fanclub I present you some of my own scenarios:

1. The two going on a pranking spree. Their main target is Hawks cause they see him as both a ShigaDabi threat and they can tell he's sus as hell. Dabi approves for the latter and Spinner approves for the former.

2. Marathon movie night. Toga being scandalized when she learns Geten never watched any Disney/Pixar classics or just pre-quirk classics in general. She makes him watch all of then (princesses, Fox & the Hound, Great Mouse Detective, Robin Hood, Aristocats, Toy Story, Wall E, Monsters Inc, Lilo & Stitch, all of them). Afterwards, they experience Barbieheimer (in costume of course). Barely holding back tears with Everything Everywhere All at Once. Falling in love with period dramas, specifically Jane Austen stories (2005 Pride & Prejudice, my beloved). Watching ALL the shitty Netflix romcoms, not because they like them but because they're so bad that it's become a type of anger outlet for them (Twilight, Kissing Booth, 365 Days, 50 Shades of Grey, etc). Dabi once made a comment about how Dead Poets Society sounded boring and it got UGLY.

3. If Curious somehow survived, Geten furiously defending Toga from his bitch of a coworker. Out of all the MLA, Curious is the worst when it comes to dehumanizing the LOV and no way would the persistent journalist stop when they become the PLF. She's borderline harassing all the LOV, but especially Toga. When Geten starts warming up to Toga, he breaks into Curious' things and destroys her incredibly insulting article on Toga. He starts physically getting between the two and acting like Toga's shield. If Curious manages to reach Toga when he's not around, all Toga has to do is send a quick message and Curious barely avoids an ice shard to the head. This along with Geten’s constant glares and both Shigaraki & ReDestro ordering her finally gets Curious to back off.

4. Geten and Toga having sleepovers with late night conversations. Geten confessing his insecurities regarding his own personal identity outside the PLF (now that he's finally had chance to develop). Toga confiding in him all about her different crushes. Sharing their respective pastsand comforting each other. Just two besties being super soft with each other.

5. Baking together. I hc that out of all the LOV the best cook, Dabi is best cook. The rest are all disasters in the kitchen or never had the proper chance to learn. If you're sick of convenience store food and want something nice and homemade, you got to Dabi (he's too soft to say no). The domesticity of it and it baing made by Dabi make his cooking on very high demand (to the point the LOV ignore the professionally made 5 star meals). Geten hears about this and doesn't believe it. He is absolutely shocked at how delicious Dabi's cooking actually is (I'm talking like Shirou Emiya/Chef Bakugou levels) and being Geten, vows to surpass him. Surprise, surprise, Geten is part of the "disaster in the kitchen" group. But he turns out to be a pretty good baker/pastry chef, something Dabi never got the hang of. Capitalizing on this, Geten gets very good at making sweets that are both delicious and are super detailed/very artsy. He gets especially fond if making ultrarealistic cakes cause it's fun to surprise people with them. Toga wastes no time in joining him on his pastry quest and becomes his right hand man. Turns out Toga is very good with making details and with coming up with new patterns. Geten himself prefers bitter sweets but he doesn't mind sweeter flavors cause Toga and most of the PLF prefer them. Also they have pranked the others with the ultrarealistic cakes by taking objects and replacing them with cake. Also Geten helping Toga make Izuku & Ochako Valentines chocolates. The heroes in question are disturbed at how said chocolates came into their possessions but delighted at the taste (they were scolded by Eraserheard for not checking for poison or smth)

Bestie toten is already the ship name of Tenko x Touya, so we need to find a better name for the Toga and Geten friendship!!!

1) I think Geten would absolutely hate Hawks 'cause he'd see him as a threat to ReDestro too. Also Geten doesn't trust in Dabi having friends so wjdjdnjdjd Toga's in for the funsies

2) They are wasting ReDestro money again on streaming services but it's okay! ReDestro thinks it is wonderful they are getting along!! Twice's constantly joining the marathons and soon some of those nights become the PLF official movie nights (not all of them, not that often, just occasional). Geten is fascinated.

3) Curious is 100% because Toga make sure of that herself, so 😏😏 peace of mind.

4) Imagine how tragic this would be if those nights started soon before the big war event. Sorry sorry, I love the angst but-- Geten and Toga sharing those fears in a moment of pure weakness and then regretting it 'cause they are friends, but well... it's hard to fight back years of trauma.

5) I think Geten and Dabi would easily easily destroy one or two kitchens in weird cooking competitions. Easily. Also Toga is a master of the knife (to no one surprise) and Compress decides to act like the host of the event just for the jokes. PLF pure chaos!!!!!

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CaliYork Fic (Part 7)

Cali awoke in the middle of the night, to find York talking to someone in the living room. Of all people, York was talking to Florida, asking if he moved too fast. Florida asked York if he was referring to what Florida thought. York nodded slowly, his face turning red. Florida shook his head. "You two both wanted it. I don't see the issue" Flo stated matter of factly. York thought that answer was at least decent enough, as Loui walked through to pick Flo up. They went back to Loui's room and left York alone with his thoughts. York sat on the couch for a little while, burying his face in his hands, then getting up to go back to his room. York saw Cali peeking out a bit which made him freak out a little. York asked how long Cali had been standing around like that, shrouded in darkness and silence. 

"Long enough. Sweetie, I don't think we're moving too fast. Like Flo said, in that moment, we both wanted to. We both had fun, didn't we?" Cali asked, hugging York close to him.

"Heh, you bet I did, Darling. Just glad you did too" York replied, kissing Cali's forehead gently. 

The two giggled, going back to York's room and immediately cuddling in bed together. York let Cali nuzzle against him this time, making sure he kept somewhat cool for the night. He played with Cali's hair before slowly falling asleep. 

The next morning, York woke up first again. He looked down and saw Cali's sleeping body still on his chest. York softly smiled, watching Cali peacefully rest for a few moments. York could watch this all day, but he knew he had stuff to do. And all the other Northeastern states were doing their chores already. York's included vacuuming, mopping & taking out the trash. By the time York had finished vacuuming, Cali woke up and migrated to the couch. York didn't notice though and focused intently on his chores so he could just get them all done. He finished mopping, now time for the trash. There were at least a few large trash bags to take out, so he lugged them over his shoulders & threw them all out. York came back in, changed his outfit & made himself smell better. He went to sit on the couch and saw a half asleep Cali already sitting there. 

York sat down next to Cali, and Cali's head immediately fell onto York's shoulder as he yawned a bit. York giggled, saying that Cali's yawn sounded precious. The two kept laying on the couch with no T.V on, Cali eventually falling back asleep. York smiles, playing with Cali's unbuttoned flannel a bit. Cali eventually awoke from his sleepy state, asking York what he wanted to do. York thought for a moment, then his face changed expressions super quickly. He looked stoic as normal, switched to happy & gleefully. 

"You wanna see the top of the Statue of Liberty?" York asked, holding out his hand.

"Oh my God, yes!" Cali replied, grabbing tightly onto York's hand. 

The two used their warp abilities once again, taking them to the top of the Statue of Liberty. Everything looked so beautiful from below. The roaring ocean waters & the town itself was looking rather small as compared to York and Cali themselves. Everything looked amazing from up here. York clarified that he comes up here from time to time, to collect himself or for thinking. "I can see why!" Cali remarked, sounding thoroughly impressed. Cali backed away to look at the scenery panning out, then took his camera out. York and Cali got a wonderful picture that they would always cherish. The two sat up there for a little while longer, then York took Cali to… A private garden. 

This garden was vast, filled with their state flowers. Poppies and roses. New York picked a rose for Cali, one with no thorns. He stuck it behind Cali's ear, making him smile. "Beautiful" York stated, looking right at Cali & planting a kiss on his lips. Cali smiled, giving York some Poppies. "Your smile is bright as gold. Like these flowers" Cali said, with a smile on his face. York blushed, kissing Cali's forehead. The two walked through some lovely flowers & had a peaceful time. After a little while, they engaged in a wholesome play fight. The two ended up rolling around for a bit, until they were laying next to each other in the field, watching clouds go by. Cali cuddled up to York's chest, sighing contentedly.

"This garden is amazingly beautiful. How long did this take you?" Cali asked.

"Well, the roses were already growing here. The poppies took a little while, but hey. Logistics don't matter right now. Just enjoying this moment with you is what matters" York replied, kissing Cali's soft lips again. 

York was right & Cali knew it. They both laid in this garden for quite some time, before deciding to go back home. Once they were back, they watched a movie for a bit, cuddling under a blanket. In between commercials, they would each grab things for each other like snacks and water. Eventually, Cali's head was resting on York's thighs as they watched the movie together. It was some romantic comedy. These certainly weren't York's favorite, so he managed to riff on any scenes he found ridiculous. Cali wasn't really paying attention, or was more focused on York. Cali sat up and placed himself firmly down onto York's lap, staring down at York. York chuckled, his hand moving down Cali's back. York went in and kissed Cali a little, before moving down to his neck. But when Cali showed visible disinterest, York pulled away. "Sorry" York firmly and quickly, letting Cali sit on his lap still. 

Eventually, the movie ended and Cali & York were just sitting on the couch. They weren't really doing much else besides cuddling each other. York really did enjoy Cali's cuddles and the company. He'd never let go of Cali if time allowed for it. Cali had York nuzzled to his chest this time. "So damn warm" York muttered, nuzzling deeper in Cali' chest. Cali chuckled, and pet through York's soft, straightened hair. Before they could fall asleep, the two got up and went back to York's room. They played some games & talked to each other for a little while, before… Gov texted York specifically. Gov asked to meet with York by himself, wanting to perform a "Wellness Check". York showed Cali the text then walked off saying, "I'll be back, B!"

York arrived to Gov's room, as he was instructed to. Given the circumstances this man was under, York was surprised at how clean Gov's room was. Gov told York to sit down, where the only place to sit was on Gov's comfy looking bed. York sat on the edge of it, looking rather confusedly at Gov. 

"Louisiana told me to check in on you. Says you've been dealing with a lot lately. How are you feeling?" Gov asked.

"I won't lie. I'm a mixed bag. I'm super happy that Cali and I are dating now. But I'm… Scared and confused? Because of Mass. Our relationship, man. It was terrible" York replied. 

Gov was surprised by how easily York opened up just now. York said that during one of his and Cali's talks, Cali said York could benefit more from just being honest about his feelings. Gov nodded in agreement, asking some more questions. He deemed that York was safe & had no intention on harming himself. Gov asked how York was around Mass now, all things considered. "We're… Civil" York replied. York implied that him & Mass were basically acquaintances now. Gov made note of all York's answers and then sent him on his way. "You have my number if things go wrong" Gov said before York left. York nodded and thanked Gov, then left. 

York went back to his room, seeing Cali still waiting for him. York told Cali that Gov's intentions were true in that he wanted to see how York was doing after "that incident". Cali tilted his head and gave a look as if to say "Really? Since when did he care?" It made York chuckle.

"I know, but hey. I'm glad he did check in. Not like the others did, y'know? Other than Flo and Loui. It's like you said. I'm not 'strong', I'm a 'survivor'" York said, hugging Cali close.

"Yeah you are. I'm glad you seem better since that incident. Now that you're back… What do you wanna do?" Cali asked. 

"Wanna go for a walk together?" York asked. 

Cali nodded excitedly, getting his shoes on. York found Cali's excitement rather adorable. Then again, it wasn't hard to find almost anything that Cali did to be cute. York threw on a light jacket and his beanie, waiting for Cali. The two finished getting ready then they went for a walk. They listened to music together & walked hand in hand, talking each other’s ears off. Without realizing it, York and Cali ended up on a nature trail. Cali enjoyed the sound of the rocks and crunching leaves underneath him. York did too, but mainly enjoyed Cali's company. York heard a waterfall somewhere in the distance and decided to follow the noise of it to find it. 

After a while of just wandering around, York finally found the waterfall. It wasn't as magnificent as Niagara, but it was still pretty to see. Cali sat next to York on a bench nearby, taking in all the scenery & resting his head on York's shoulder. York rested his head on Cali's, as they just enjoy their time together. The two made absolutely certain that no one else was around, then they went in for a passionate kiss. It ended with York on Cali's lap and they pulled away from the kiss. York & Cali were blushing, as York found a way to cuddle into his lover while on his lap. He wraps his arms around Cali's shoulders and nuzzles into him. 

"Mm.. You're warm" York muttered. 

"And you're… A little warm too? Hang on" Cali said, putting a hand on York's forehead. "We're going home right now. You're feeling a bit feverish."

Shit. York knew it wasn't Covid because he could still smell & taste things & wasn't feeling super weak. Just a fever and slight nausea. York lagged behind a bit on the walk home, even shedding his jacket. Him and Cali got back home promptly, taking York's temperature with an actual thermometer. 100.5. Crap, York was sick. He told Cali to step away & that he'd take care of himself, but Cali wasn't having it. He told York that he wanted to help his lover in any way possible. Cali did leave the room for a few minutes, but he came back with some extra pillows & blankets, water, ginger ale & crackers. 

York looked rather pale & very nauseous, but he cuddled up in the spare pillows. While Cali cleaned up York's room a bit, York munched on some crackers. Shit. There it was. York's slight nausea turned into actual vomit. Thankfully, the bathroom wasn't too far away. York fled to the bathroom and expelled everything he had in him before going back to his room. Cali asked if York just threw up. York hesitated then nodded. 

"You need plenty of fluids, rest and some care. I'll take care of you" Cali said, kissing York's forehead. "Now lay down. I don't want to see you get up for any reason, unless it's using the bathroom. Or showering" 

"You wanna come shower with me then? I may fall over" York replied with a wink. 

Shit. Why did he say that? More importantly… Why did Cali actually seem okay with that? Cali blushed and took York out of bed to shower. York turned on the water and stripped down to nothing. Despite being sickly, he still looked pretty damn good. Cali took off his clothes as well, staring at York. York chuckled. "Take a picture, it'll last longer" he teased.

The two showered together, and ended up making out together. It ended with Cali pinned up against the wall & York kissing his neck. York pressed his hand against Cali's throat like he did that other time. The rush of euphoria came over Cali and he started shaking. Eventually, York let go & looked at Cali. 

"N-Not tonight, Babe. You're sick, after all" Cali stammered, heavily blushing.

"Heh, I know. Maybe I'm just giving you a lil' preview of what's to come" York replied, biting his lower lip seductively.

Fuck… Cali thought that was so hot. He couldn't help but look up and down York's body. 

The two finished showering, then went back to York's room. Cali said he wanted to go back to his own room so he wouldn't get sick, but York begged him to stay. Cali laid next to York, complaining that if he got sick, it was York's fault. "We made out though" York said teasingly. Besides, York knew himself well enough. He barely got anyone sick. And if he did, he'd wait on them hand and foot, exactly like what Cali was offering to do. The two nuzzled next to each other for a bit before slowly falling asleep.

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Hi paino!

Now i'm not sure if you remember me much, but i'm the person who wrote about the super show heights! Now I originally wanted to send this to you wayyyy earlier, but some things happened, and I forgot over time, but now that things have settled down and I actually remembered what I wanted to post to you. So here's my post about my super show heights guess.

Where I said the heights for the super show were 4'11 for mario, 6'1 for luigi, 6'2 for toadstool, 3'4 for Toad (yes I figured out what it was) and 6'2 for koopa

Well now I have something new to add to this that I will be telling multicolor eventually too and that is a good while ago just for fun I was looking up to see if anyone who worked on the super show was still alive and most if not all the writers, producers and creator are still alive and while looking this up I saw that a few of the writers who worked on super show had an instagram! Now when I saw that I decided to shoot my shots and text some of these writers instagram accounts if any of them would be able to answer my questions about the super show. Now I will say this I was polite and did apologize just in case there were fake accounts or just normal accounts that just so happened to show up when I looked up writers of the super show. Now all be honest I really didn't expect any replies tbh with you because to these amazing writers I'm just a person that not only just randomly text them out of no where but also asked them about a silly little mario cartoon in the late 80s so I really didn't expect an answer. But a day later Phil Harnage the man who not only wrote for many cartoons like Sailor moon, He-man, She-ra, Sonic underground, Super Show, Super Mario Bros 3, Super Mario World etc but also wrote the episode for mama luigi....MAMA LUIGI GUYS! Here's a screen shot of him answering my insta text! (also I got permission for me to send these screen shots and share this conversation so i'm fine!)

I. WAS. SHOCKED I wasn't expecting an actual reply! As a Super Show fan I was ESTATIC I had sooooo many questions for him and he did deliver well on most of them anyway 😅

Now I had ALOT of questions to ask him but for this reply I'll keep it on theme of this reply which was super show character heights!

Now when I originally did my height chart I knew I wasn't a hundred percent right because all I did was watch the show and look at some side by side views of the characters when and if it happened. So that and a mixture of using the height chart I got my results which you already know about.

So when I asked him this question I was REALLY happy and surprised with what he said! Take a look! ( the purple is me and the white is Phil )

I. WAS. SO. HAPPY! I was really close you guys! Like that means my guess for Mario, Luigi, and Toad are most likely spot on or one inch difference! The only ones I we're more off we're toadstool and koopa which yeah I could see why possibly so that means Toadstool is mostly likely Luigi's height 6'1 instead of my guess which was 6'2 and koopa was most likely 6'3 or 6'4 but that's still iffy but there REALLY close to what I guess! Which again made me really happy as a Super Show fan!.

Now I asked him ALOT more questions but this ask is already long so I won't put them here but I felt like I HAD to put this last screen shots here so take a look!

Use this information as you like :)

But thank you so much for reading this LONG ASS REPLY it really means alot to me as not only a Super Show fan but as a Mario fan in general you're fanfics and AUs are incredible! And really do help the community alot. I also hope this information helps anyone who wants to make Super show stuff or just au material at all because I want to see more Super show and 1993 mario fan stuff guys I know we can do it!

Again thank you for reading this and have a fantastic day/night!

Whoah! It's really cool that you managed to track down one of the original writers (and the writer of the Mama Luigi episode no less.) I'd love to see that original height lineup sheet for the Super Show if it's ever rediscovered one day. But... I'm sorry... this is my main takeaway:

Love that this is canon for them