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Okay. Daisy x Luigi x Peasley, and Luigi is oblivious. HANG ON. I’m not finished. Very oblivious. Like, Daisy and Peasley are planning their third year anniversary and Luigi is thankful they are such good friends oblivious.
They all regularly cuddle on the couch.
They go on planned dates every month to nice restaurants.
Daisy and Peasley are actively co-parenting Luigi’s adopted Yoshi. Yoshi considers all three of them his parents.
And he thinks he is lucky he has such good friends. Tell me this is not an amazing idea. The hijinks. The silliness.
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So this.. I don't even know how this even came into my head.. I was just like.. Broken glass, yes. Scared Asher, yessss. So uhm, here it is!!! hyujfgukfj.
A big thank you to @heathenwhump for helping me at the start!!!!! Here is a balloon for you teehee 🎈
CW: oki umm, broken glass.. Heheh / forced to kneel on broken sharp object / slight dehumanization / knocked out / just... a very scared whumpee ngl dhjgkf / (if I left anything out lmk!! :)
Asher froze the minute the glass connected with the tiles of the kitchen. The sound of glass breaking echoed through the whole house. His breathing started picking up as he heard the television pause in the other room. Heavy footsteps plodded down the hallway. Asher didn't dare turn around. He could hear his heartbeat rapidly thumping in his ears. He felt nauseous. Was he about to collapse? Could he-
“Care to explain yourself?” Rodger asked in a calm voice that sent shudders down Asher’s back.
Rodger stood at the door frame, arms folded.
“I-” Asher was panting at this stage, “I just- it- it- it ….fell.”
“It just… fell?”
Asher nodded quickly. “Y-Yeah, I was uhm, I was over there.”
Anxiously pointing to the corner of the kitchen, Asher continued, “And then the uh- the …...glass, yes, the glass just uhm, it just fell.”
“So you're telling me, that you were over in the complete other side of the room, then a big ‘ghost’ came along and smashed the glass, and now you're being framed for it?”
Asher cleared his throat, “I mean… when you put it that way, it just sounds ridiculous.” He tried to laugh but stopped the minute he was met with Rodger’s same cold face.
Asher huffed, “Alight, fine. I dropped it, okay? I didn't mean to!” Rodger ground his teeth. “That's alr-” No, wait. No. It wasn't alright. Rodger had been going so soft on him recently, “Oh you're in big trouble now.” Asher’s eyebrows furrowed, “Dude, it was just a fucking glass, chill out.”
“Chill- Chill out?! Asher, all I have done recently is let you get away with things. But now it's over. You need to learn your place again. Kneel.” Asher laughed, “What?”
“Are you fucking deaf? I said `kneel’.” When Asher didn't move, Rodger didn't hesitate to storm over and roughly pushed Asher to his knees, right on top of the glass. Asher let out a cry, “AAAAAGHH! Rodger, R-Rodger!!! Please!!!!!”
“I don't want to fucking hear it, I have had enough of your whining ass, you need to learn whats right and whats wrong,” He pushed Asher’s shoulders further down as Asher tried to stand, forcing the glass further into his skin. Asher’s hands desperately fought Rodger’s but nothing worked.
“Say it,” Rodger spat. “Say fucking what!?” Rodger pushed Asher's shoulders down again. “AGH! S-say what?!?” He was desperate, his voice sounded desperate. He heaved in breaths as tears started to fall. His body hopelessly fought for any kind of relief.
“Say that you know your place.”
“I know my place!!! Jesus Christ!”
“And what is your place?”
Asher gulped, “Wh-what?”
“Your hearing seems to be getting bad Asher,” Rodger sneered in a fake caring way.
“It's not my hearing you dumbass, you're just making no sense.”
Rodger let go of one of Asher’s shoulders and quickly backhanded him, “Tell me your fucking place if you're so confident you know it!”
“Oh my god, will you just lay off it?! Let me get up you fucker!”
Rodger’s head was almost numb from frustration, Asher wasn't cooperating and Rodger was running out of threats. He quickly grabbed another glass that was on the table and smashed it over Asher’s head. There was a sudden silence and Asher collapsed to the ground with a groan. He was still conscious. Which was unfortunate for Asher.
Rodger's eyes widened as an idea struck him. He fished in his pockets for his phone, “Stay here, I'm gonna make a call and when I get back here, you better be in the exact same position you are in right now Do, not, move.”
Oh, Asher wasn't planning to. Oh no no no. He couldn't move. His body was full of fire. His knees stung as blood continued to fall. He was ashamed as he whimpered, but that was better than crying...well, that's what he told himself.
He heard talking in the next room. He tried to crawl closer to the room so he could make out what was being said but it was useless. He groaned and tried his best to stand up but quickly fell back to the ground as a wave of nausea hit him.
Just as he closed his eyes, Rodger returned, making Asher groan, “Fuck offffffffff, just leave me alone for two fuckung min-” He wheezed as Rodger’s boot was firmly placed on his back, knocking the air out of him. “Shut it. Now, we have a guest coming in an hour. I would normally tell you to get washed, but I think I want him to see what mess you've gotten yourself into.”
‘Him’. “Antonio?” Rodger chuckled, “Oh no no, worse. Much worse.” Asher gulped, he tried to think of who could be possible who- No!
Rodger must’ve seen the pure shock and terror in Asher’s face when he chuckled. “N-n-no PLEASE! I’ll- I’ll do anything!” Rodger snickered, “Oh Ashy, it's too late for that.” Asher let out a mute cry.
An hour later, the doorbell rang. Asher felt as if he was about to get sick. He took deep breaths and closed his eyes, this was just a nightmare… this wasn't real… this can't be happening. No. He can't do this. How could Rodger be so cruel? It was the voice that made Asher lose it. His brain screamed at him to run but the restraints which kept him kneeling but the table, hands tied to the coffee table’s leg.
“Aiden! Thank you so much for coming in such short notice!!!”
“Oh, of course!!! I’d do anything for my Danny boy.”
Asher felt physical chills down his back as he shuddered in disgust. Footsteps grew louder and Asher tried to kick himself away. As far away from the monster as possible. No use. Aiden laughed his booming laugh as he stopped at the door frame, taking in the site in front of him, “Well, well, well. Looks like you’ve got yourself into a little… pickle.” Asher heaved in breaths, “G-go away. Leave me the fuck alone!”
Aiden was fully taken back at the cursing, “Well now Danny, that's not very nice of you! Here I was, missing you so much over the months, and this is what I get in response?? Well, I'm glad Rodger called me, I can finally put you back into your place.”
“Wh-where’s Rodger?” Asher asked, refusing to believe that he heard a car’s tires against the driveway. “Oh, oh he’s gone. He thought that it would be best if he left. You know, finally have a break from you!” Asher shook his head, “Pl-please, I’ll be good, I’ll be good!” He cried. “You see?? Listen to yourself!! I have been here for not even five minutes and you're starting to come back!!! Now just think about it if I stay with you for the rest of the day!” Then he gasped, “And maybe even tomorrow!!!” Another gasp, “What if I brought you back to the house tomorrow so you can.. Catch up with your friends!”
Asher hated how Aiden was getting so… excited about this. He shook his head again, not too violent so his vision wouldn't spin anymore than how much it was right now. Now, you stay there for a moment while I sus out the place, especially downstairs!!!” Aiden clapped, excited.
Asher curled in on himself. It’s a dream. FUCK, please show me it's a dream. I can't, I can't do this. I can't face this. I can’t face him!
But deep down. He knew full well it was not a dream. He tried to think of happy things, happy memories. But all that came into his head were memories from Aiden’s house. All the pain. All the hurt. He couldn't. He can't. He had to.
