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currentloser · 2 months ago

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! MDNI !

prove your worth

pairing: CEO!kwon ji-yong x reader

word count: 4503

summary: You work as an unpaid intern for your strict boss Ji-yong, the dynamic completely changes when he offers another form of payment.

tags: explicit smut, power imbalance, boss/employee relationship, dubious consent, descriptions of intercourse.

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The clock on the wall ticks tauntingly in your mind, well past midnight. Your schedule dictated you should’ve been gone by now, but of course you weren't.

Your cheap desk was finally empty, the papers you had been grueling through pushed forward onto your boss’ desk. The other interns and employees left hours ago, escaping this stuffy office. Meanwhile you remained trapped, sparing a glance to yourself against the glass wall, not missing the tired look in your eyes as well as the CEO, Kwon Ji-yong, was already musing over your paperwork. Unpaid, overworked, and stuck beneath a man who didn't remember your name.

Ji-yong famines seared across from you, his hand clasping over the stack you slid his way. His face remains casually neutral as he grabs onto the edge of the paper and starts to thumb through the stack of documents. He hadn't spoken to you the entire time you'd worked on this stack. He kept quiet, assessing you while you worked.

Without looking up, he sighs, “You made another mistake.”

The words send a cold shock through you, “Where?” You straighten instantly, your fingers tighten around your pen.

Instead of answering you verbally, he grabs the paper in question and slid it toward you. He moved to stand, hovering above you and pointing to a single line of text. You squint at it for a moment, confusion plaguing you as you read the line over again. Finally, you make sense of it, barely an error- a comma misplaced.

“Sloppy,” He muses, leaning back and running a hand through his slicked-back hair, “If I gave this to a client, do you know what they’d say?”

“That I wasn't paying attention,” You swallow as you meet his dark and unreadable eyes.

A slow smirk tugs at the corner of his lips, “Wrong answer. You aren't taking this internship seriously.”

Finally, he leans back in his chair and sighs, grabbing a cigarette from a pocket inside his jacket. He didn't care if you were in the room with him, he still lit the end and placed it in his mouth. He let the silence hang as he took a breath of it, deliberately pointing towards you and blowing the smoke your way.

“You want to stay here, don't you?” He asked, his voice smooth as smoke flowed from his lips.

Beneath the desk, your fingers curl into the edge of your skirt, “Yes, sir.”

He clicks his tongue in disapproval, but despite it he smirks, “Then try harder.”

Reaching across his table, he grabbed another stack of papers. Your eyes widen as you take it in- twice the size of the last stack. Realization sinks in as he takes one off the top and puts it where you’d been working on the previous paper. Your head pounds just gazing over the text. The first one you started with.

“Redo them. From the beginning.”

“But-”

His eyes flick up, cutting you off before you can try to speak, “Did I hire you to complain?”

You shake the heat, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a verbal answer. Ji-yong hums, pleased. He sets down his cigarette onto his ash tray and picked up his pen instead, returning to his own paperwork. Your eyes twitch as he dismissed you.

Sleep teases behind your eyes the moment you close them, but you sigh and accept your fate. Again, the silence stretched thin punctuated by the soft scratch of his pen and your own. Every so often he'd blow a waft of smoke in your direction if only to pester you further, and you could’ve sworn you caught him smirking when it forced you to wave the cloud away. His gaze is all-encompassing, stopping you from any shifting or distractions from your work.

As you finally begin to reach the end of the pile, he speaks again, “Are you nervous?”

Your throat bobs and you squeeze your own, “No, sir.”

At that he gives a quiet chuckle, finally stubbing out the bud of his cigarette. He glanced out the window, the dim glow of the dusk casting shadows across his face. His already dark and leering expression only became worse.

“You're a terrible liar,” He mutters, glancing toward your finished paperwork.

“I only want to do a good job,” You hold firm, squeezing your pen as you finish off what you can only hope is the last correction.

He hums, considering you, “And yet, you keep making mistakes.”

You flinch involuntarily. The words strike a nerve deeper in you, even if you tell yourself and you know he does it on purpose. All of this exhaustion and taunting merely to humor himself. He enjoys dangling approval just out of reach, to watch you scramble to prove yourself worthy of his attention.

“Tell me something,” Ji-yong tilts his head, his gaze dragging over you slowly, “Are you the type who needs praise to stay motivated?”

You hesitate, “No, sir.”

“Good,” He smirked, sharp and cruel.

Without further warning, he rose from his chair. He moved smoothly, a fluid grace more fitting for a dancer rather than your stuck-up boss. He rounded the desk, coming to a stop just beside you. He stood much taller than you, his scent enveloping you. A clean, crisp cologne flirted with the sharp smell of smoke, nearly suffocating you.

Over your shoulder, he grabs the paper from underneath your hand. The last you finished. You refuse to look up at him, instead studying the grain of the desk beneath you. All at once the paper lands in front of you again, lazily floating down from where he dropped it.

“Better,” He muses, “But not perfect.”

Heat crawls up your face, flushing your cheeks. You duck your head before he can catch the way your shoulders rise in response. Ji-yong leans in closer, enough that you can feel his breath ghosting over your skin, “Do it again.”

“You just want to see me squirm,” You mutter, your jaw tightening.

Ji-yong straightens out, returning to his chair and drumming his fingers against his desk, “You're an intern, so you do as I tell you.”

Your nails dig into your palm, to stop yourself from screaming and to keep yourself awake, “How long are you going to keep me here?”

Ji-yong looks surprised at how straightforward you were. He rested his chin under his knuckles, glancing from your paper back up to you. Expectantly, silently instructing you to get back to it. He holds that silence, his eyes twinkling with something dark.

“Until I get bored,” He shrugged simply, then smirked yet again, “Get back to work.”

Your hand starts to tremble as you get to writing again. Each stroke of the pen sends a little jolt of pain through your hand as you painstakingly rewrite it, again. At some point you're not even sure if the words have meaning, or if they'd gotten any better from the first two times you've written it. Improving wasn't the point, torture was.

He spelled it out to you. As you finish you push the paper forward over your desk onto his. He doesn't acknowledge you at first, at some point he'd begun scrolling through his phone and serenely ignoring your work. Just as you're about to knock on the table to divert his attention he grabs the paper, slowly.

He skimmed the contents, his dark eyes flickering over your writing. His expression remained unreadable, yet after an eternity he finally set it down with a small nod.

“Looks like you can learn after all,” He admits, absentmindedly.

Relief floods through you, suddenly that pain and exhaustion lifted and was replaced by it. You grab onto your chair and push it back, glancing to him for approval before you run off. He leaned back in his chair, tilting his head in your direction.

“Since you're so eager to prove yourself, I hope you won't mind one more assignment.”

“It's so late,” You try, keeping your voice low, “I have other assignments-”

“Now you have mine,” He tapped his fingers against the paper, pushing it forward before looking back to you, “Unless you'd rather go back to coffee runs and filing paperwork.”

You don't want to argue you might rather be doing that instead of facing this strange torture hes concocted. You can't read whatever he's calculating, the wood echoing the pattern he taps out. You swallow hard and shake your head before you can think better of it. For once his expression changes into something more domineering than the flat grin he'd put on before.

“Good, let’s make you've really earned this internship. Come here.”

Pushing your chair back, you step around the desk and close the space between his own desk and yourself. Still too shy to completely come around it, glancing at him. He tilts his head as he studies you, his gaze raking over your form yet again.

“You've been working so hard,” He purrs, his tone becoming something darker, “It would be cruel of me not to reward such dedication.”

Your stomach twisted in response, heat rushing to your cheeks. He'd never given you a reward for anything before. You're not sure whether to brace yourself or to courteously accept, maintaining your eye contact with him. Waiting for him to speak up first.

Ji-yong finally moved and reaches into his desk drawer. There’s a moment of shuffling through paper before he pulls out an envelope and slides it across the surface toward you. He looks up at you, and your fingers twitch at your side.

“Your stipend,” He says, “You've been waiting for it, haven't you?

Your eyes bug slightly. You've been working weeks on end with the understanding it would be entirely unpaid. It doesn't look like a lot of money- maybe a check?- but the wording makes you hesitate. You aren't sure what he means. You swallow and nod, not sure how else to respond and start to reach for it.

“Tell me,” His hand lands atop the envelop, interrupting yours, “What do you think you've done to deserve this?”

You straightened your shoulders, meeting his gaze with an edge of defiance underneath your corporate façade, “I've been working for weeks, unpaid. I think I've more than earned something.”

“So does every one of your colleagues,” He clicks his tongue, unimpressed and shakes his head.

Your gaze meets the smiley-face tattoo on his hand as he runs his hand through his hair yet again. “I've put in extra hours, stayed late to finish your work, given my all to this company. It warns me something, wouldn't you agree?”

“You’re being awfully bold,” He murmured, tilting his head, “Is this confidence, or desperation?”

Your lips parted but you hesitated- just long enough to make his smirk deepen.

“I asked you a question,” His voice was smooth, expectant and low. Just enough to make you shiver.

“Confidence,” You managed, your voice steadier than you felt.

“Impressive… but I'm still not convinced, confidence alone doesnt cut it here. As I keep repeating- I want to see proof.”

“How am I meant to do that?” You finally ask, breaking the tension holding in the room.

Pushing his chair back, he pats his lap and nods you over. Slowly, you go around the edge of his desk. You weren't sure what you expected besides the image of your boss leaned back in his chair, his legs splayed out. His hand still rests in his lap, teasingly covering over himself. He manages to look powerful, even when sitting.

“Here’s a trick I could teach you: Down, girl,” He motions with his pointer finger, right between his legs.

You step closer, unsure of yourself. He nods to you and keeps motioning, the way a trainer might handle a startled animal rather than a faithful employee. As you get closer he glances down to your feet and nods, fully expectant on your cooperation. You glance around the room.

Inwardly, your eyes flicker from his form to the door just out of sight. Without a paycheck, this job was only for the sake of experience. The size of the company, and the notoriety wouldn't be forgotten on your resume, though. You battle the options in your mind, and you decide on lowering yourself to your knees.

“So you know your tricks,” His smirk widens, patting his lap again.

You can't imagine how face your red has become as you crawl between his legs, stopping in front of his hand. You can feel his gaze on the back of your head, keeping your gaze ducked to where his hand kept over himself. Slowly, he moved it to the side. You could see his hard-on straining his slacks.

Above you, he hums, “You wanna treat don't you? So get it.”

Your shakes shake as they come up to his lap and grab onto his belt. Slowly, you lift your head and meet his gaze, seeking his approval. He gives a curt nod, his eyes sparkling yet again. You look back down to work on his belt, tugging it off of him and leaving it on the floor beneath you. You slowly pop the buttons- one, then two.

The back of your mind tells you that you shouldn't play into his games, but his sweet words of approval and his gaze were enough to keep your hands moving. Beneath it are plain dark red boxers, matching his tie dangling just out of your vision. Sensing your hesitation, he reaches between the two of you and opts on pulling himself out of his pants instead.

His cock waits for you, hard and already leaking precum. He slowly strokes over himself, and you could still feel his gaze squared on you.

“I've never… done this before,” You admit, your voice barely coming out as a squeak.

Ji-yong scoffed, letting go of himself and caressing the back of your hand instead, guiding it to the base, “Don't worry. I expected that. I'll show you how.”

He guides you along a vein that pokes out from the bottom, squeezing there and slowly rubbing over himself. He lets go of your hand once he's shown you the motion, his leg shifting from your side to between your legs. You finally dare to glance up at him and give him a questioning eyebrow raise, before you feel it.

His smooth shoe raised up between your legs, pressing over your clothed cunt. The toe of his shoe pressed up against you, teasing over your sensitive heat. You whine despite yourself, your thighs clamping down around his foot and looking at him with a wild, desperate expression.

“It's a treat for both of us. Don't look at me like that,” He teased, his hand finally moving to cup the side of your face.

His pinky finger hooked beneath your jaw, forcing your gaze up to his. You could feel him buck his hips up into your hand as you moved with the pace of his foot. Slowly dragging over you, teasing where you were most sensitive. Every time he brushed against it a rush of pleasure sent goosebumps up your spine.

Your face was burning up, panting in response to his teasing as it took everything you had not to fuck yourself against his foot. You could feel his cock begin to twitch, his hips lifting off the chair beneath him.

“Ahh-” Ji-yong panted, “Yeobo, keep going.”

It was the lightest he'd ever spoken to you, breathless and leaning into your hand out of pure desperation. Watching his mouth draw open and drool lazily drip down the side of his face, you decide to take revenge. You let go of him, instead letting your hand slide down to his inner thigh.

Panting for a few moments, Ji-yong shook his head in confusion before looking down to you, “Huh?”

“I don't want to be on all fours like a dog,” You point down to his shoe, still pressed up against your heat, “Sir, allow me to sit with you?”

Still caught in the heat of his cut-off orgasm, Ji-yong dumbly allows you to sit with him. It's an awkward fit in his rolling desk chair, sliding yourself into his lap. You spread your legs, hiding your face from him again as you go back to rubbing over him. Slowly, he trailed his hand up your thigh and hiked up your skirt, teasing over your wet panties.

Ji-yong’s grip tightened as you shifted in his lap, teasing him enough to make his breath hitch, “Careful, keep that up and I won’t be so patient with you.”

You smirked, hiding your need with a daring expression, “Who said I wanted you to be?”

“You really are confident, aren't you?” His hand hovered over the fabric, his touch leaving and merely teasing.

You could feel the heat radiating from him, enough to drive you further into a desperate madness. His gaze lowered, lingering on the way your chest rose and fell as he held you so close to what you wanted.

“Come on,” He coaxed, “You can do better than this.”

His words stuck you, sharp and quiet like a challenge. Suddenly a fighting spirit gave you every intention of standing your ground, but of course your body seemed to have a mind of its own. Every slight shift, of trying to hold your breath only furthered your own desperation.

His hands rested just on the insides of your thighs, his thumbs drawing little circles on the sensitive skin there. Just enough to feel the slight tremor in response to when he teased at the edges of the fabric, never quite touching. Amusement flickered in his eyes at your reaction.

“You try so hard to act unaffected,” His thumbs caught on the fabric again, then wandered away again, “But your body’s telling me everything.”

You grit your teeth in response, trying to keep your composure. The scent of cologne and smoke pulled you in. The warmth so close to your own made it impossible to think clearly, attempting to press forward and just force his touch where you needed it.

“You're not going anywhere,” Ji-yong’s voice was low but firm, “Not until you admit it.”

The teasing was unbearable. Every second stretched into eternity, stuck with the feeling of teetering on the edge of something so thrilling yet terrifying at the same time.

“Admit what?” You whispered, though the words barely escaped you.

“That you want this,” Ji-yong breathes a velvet rasp, “That you want me.”

You couldn't speak. You couldn't do anything but feel the heat, your body fighting for control. Every last inch of you screamed to face into him, but your own stubbornness stood in the way. It only worsened when his thumb flicked over you through the fabric, teasing you yet again before his touch wandered away.

“You want me too,” Ji-yong added, his voice darkening, “I can feel how wet you are. Don't lie to me.”

For a moment, your mouth felt forced shut. You were frozen in place, stuck between the push and pull. As his hand slid over you, the tiny undeniable shiver that ran through you couldn't be hidden any longer.

“Damn it, Ji- sir,” You breathed, your voice shaking with the weight of your admission, “I want this. I want you.”

Ji-yong’s lips curled into a victorious smile. The sparkle in his eyes said it all. He won this battle between the two of you. His grip tightened on you ever so slightly, a silent promise he would make you pay for making him wait.

“I knew it,” He whispered, his voice soft and pleased, “I knew you couldn't resist me.”

Your boss rubbed over your soaked underwear, a low snicker you nearly didn't catch with the shock of the direct pressure to your folds, gently rubbing over you. You whined as the fabric caught against you, shifting your legs and attempting to close them around him.

“I didn't know you had this in you,” He murmured, his finger curling beneath your panties and tugging them to the side.

A single finger pressed between your folds, rubbing up over your twitching clit then teasing your waiting hole. With a dexterity you didn't expect, he shifted his thumb over your clit and pressed his pointer inside you. You gasp as it pressed inside you, you could feel yourself dripping over him.

Your hand stopped moving, completely forgetting to help him as he curled his finger up right against the spot that made your knees buckle.

“Sir,” You whine, letting your head fall forward against his shoulder, “S good, feels good…”

“If you want something, you should ask for it properly,” He murmurs against your skin, his breath warm.

Dumbed down by the pleasure you dumbly moved with his fingers, trying to get what you needed, “Please sir. Please fuck me.”

He answered your pleads by closing the distance between you, his lips connecting with yours. His lips were soft and so warm, kissing you with a sense of urgency you hadn't felt before. It made your head spin, every brush of his fingertips inside you sent heat crashing through you. Your breath hitched, your heart racing with the chaotic rhythm of your chest rising and falling.

More fingers join inside you, opening you up further. Ji-yong’s warm breath ghosted your cheek as he leaned in close, pulling you forward into his lap. He bucked his hips in response to your pretty moans, his fingers filling you. He panted from in front of you, giving his own groans in response to your noises.

“I knew you wanted this,” His voice dropped down low, his touch almost revenant, “I knew you couldn't keep pretending you didn't want me.”

His words made you dizzy, his fingers hitting that sweet spot and driving you wild.

“You’re making it so hard to be gentle,” Ji-yong huffed through his nose, squeezing where he held onto you.

Just your performance was enough to keep him going, curling his fingers up into you until all his fingers fit inside you, rubbing over your clit again. The pleasure building up inside you finally all came to a rushing haunt, bucking yourself forward against his thumb and muffling your moans as you came around his fingers, clawing at his shoulders.

“You look good like this- completely at my mercy,” He teased, even if you were still too far gone to hear him.

You lean back, your face fuzzy from the rush of it all. His finger still hasn't stopped rubbing over your clit, forcing more jolts of pleasure through you as you ride the aftershocks of your orgasm. He was still half-hard, forgotten as he focused on taking care of yourself. You could feel his heartbeat rushing through his fingers.

You nod dumbly and press yourself down against his fingers, restless after everything, “Thank you, sir.”

Ji-yong noticed your desperation and smiled, “You still want more, right?”

“Wha?” You pant, rubbing your eyes to meet his gaze, your gaze still unfocused.

“You haven't earned it all yet,” He purred, grabbing your hips and pulling you up, hovering you over the flushed tip of his cock, “That's what you're thinking, isn't it?”

His voice has dropped lower, something more dangerous. You glance down at him, then grab the side of his face for purchase. Getting his fingers was one thing, but this…? You only find yourself wanting more, your cunt dripping over him with need.

Without speaking, you nod slowly and lower your hips. Grinning, Ji-yong reaches brown and guides himself into you. He pressed until his cock pressed into your hole, holding you down until his cock slowly slid into you. The fit was tight, but dizzyingly hot.

“Wow. You take it so well,” Ji-yong praises, slowly thrusting up into you, “There you go. Earn it.”

“Ji-yong, I can't…” You whine.

His words drew you in despite it, each slow thrust filling you to the damn hilt. Leaning back to watch you, sweat slid down the side of his face as he thrust into you. Even if as he instructed you he happily took control over you, guiding your hips as he pressed up inside you. Each thrust hit that spot that made you melt.

You quickly felt yourself melting under the treatment, attempting and failing to move with him. He moaned in approval, letting his hand wander up to your chest and squeezing at you, freeing you from the top of your shirt. He purred at the mess he made of you, undone and messy from his touch.

“Sir,” You moan, “Ji- Ji-yong, please-”

Obliging you, Ji-yong cooes at your pleading, his pace getting more brutal. He forced himself in as deep as he could get inside you, burying himself with each rough thrust. The feeling of the rough fabric against your thighs drove you mad, rustling as he started to get closer. His hips bucked off his chair beneath him, the plastic squeaking beneath you.

“Is this what you wanted?” He murmured, his voice husky with pleasure.

His dark eyes snap something inside you, a silent order making you nod along with him. Heat pooled in your stomach as his cock hit deep inside you, grabbing your leg and pulling it over his waist.

“Tell me to stop,” He pants, a warning as a bruising grip squeezed your hips.

Despite yourself, you find yourself nodding along, “Don't stop, please-”

“Let go,” Ji-yong whispered, his words strung out yet commanding, I want all of you, now.”

With all the permission he needed, he finally let go of what little bit of control he still held onto. His hands lose their purchase on you, for only a moment as he gets closer. Forcing the contact of your bodies just that much closer, he moaned as he came inside you. You squirmed as he filled you, wiggling as he filled you, his cock throbbing as he rocked his hips slowly through the waves of his orgasm.

“You're shaking,” He chuckled through harsh pants, struggling to catch his breath as much as you were, “I can feel your heartbeat. It's so fast.”

Letting yourself slump against him, you gently hit your fist against his chest, “You bastard- was too good. Too much.”

Humming, Ji-yong grabbed the bottom of your chin and guided your gaze to his again. He tilted his head, teasing at a kiss. He leaned in close, admiring how much he’d made you flush and drool with his rough treatment. He closes the distance with yet another sloppy kiss, his own drool mixing in with your own.

You kiss him as best as you can, his tongue pressing into your mouth and claiming every last part of you. He finally pulled away with a short breath, leaning back to gaze over you yet again.

“Mmmh?” You demand, trying your best to make sense of yourself.

Ji-tong grins at you, “You have no idea how long I've wanted this. So much better than a paycheck, isn't it?”

Oh, this asshole.

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honey-bee05 · 1 month ago

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What Gets Muffled by the Rain

Characters: Ace Trapolla, Deuce Spade, Grim, GN reader

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: Very mild yandere (intended to be platonic but can be read as romantic), mild horror(ish)

Note: Tried my hand at writing a bit of horror, honestly not super happy with how it turned out, so feedback/ constructed criticism would be greatly appreciated!

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Your lungs burned as you ran, mud clinging to your shoes and pulling you down as grass turned to marsh. It wasn’t supposed to rain until late evening, yet here you were, racing against a rapidly darkening sky as what had just been a light drizzle began to grow heavy.

“Grim, Hurry! We don’t have much time!”

You shouted over your shoulder, your small companion keeping pace just a few feet behind you.

“Mya! I’m leggin’ it as fast as I can!”

The threshold of Ramshackle finally came into view, and you threw the ancient gate open with enough force you almost worried it might break. Regardless, you kept going, dodging puddles and a few particularly slippery steps as you rounded the top of the hill. Salvation now in sight, you pushed harder, going as fast as your legs could take you as you reached your destination at last.

As much as your body begged for a moment of reprieve, you knew time was of the essence. Arms outstretched, you hurriedly pulled as many clothes as you could free from the line, piling them on top of each other until you could hardly see over their bulk. Grim did the same, and with your cargo secured you sprinted back to the dorm, making it just as the rain became a downpour. Once inside you kicked the door shut, and Grim collapsed into his pile of now damp clothing with a huff.

“Well that was a big waste of time, everything still got soaked!

You took a moment to catch your breath, before letting out a sigh as you looked down at the wet garments. You could’ve avoided this whole mess had Crowley just given you access to a damn dryer, but apparently that was too much to ask for. Residing yourself to your fate of having to yet again redo the laundry, you tossed the soaked mess into a basket to deal with later.

“It was worth a shot. Maybe we should put up a tarp or something next time?”

Grim didn’t respond, now too focused on fussing over his muddy fur and paws. You felt a smile make its way onto your face as you watched him, laughing lightly at his antics before you felt the squish of mud in your own water-logged shoes and grimaced. It might be a good idea to grab some towels, you reasoned, so you kicked off your mucky sneakers and began the journey upstairs to the linen closet.

The second floor had a certain.. stillness, to it. Dim light filtered in from the stained windows, frosted with time, and the baseboards always seemed to be coated in a thin layer of dust no matter how hard you cleaned. The long hallway was lined with doors to old dorm rooms, most jammed to the point of inaccessibility after decades of abandonment. You didn’t really like going up here, to be honest, but you ignored the goosebumps that lined your arms as you made your way down the hall.

Finally reaching the tiny closet, you moved to grab a few towels when you suddenly paused.

Shh.

The faintest of sounds graced your ear. It was so quiet against the sound of the rain that you wondered if you had really heard anything. Slowly, you set the towels back down and cautiously peaked around the edge of the door.

Nothing. Just the same stretching hall, still and unmoving. You blinked, staring for a moment longer before shaking your head as you got back to your task. Your hands had hardly even touched the linens when again,

Shhh.

It was louder, this time, just barely but enough to confirm you’d really heard it. You responded faster this time, grabbing a hold of the door as you whipped your head around it, looking down the hallway. Still nothing. Your eyes scanned the hall, searching for any signs of movement.

“Grim?”

You called out, to no answer. You wondered if maybe the ghosts were playing a prank on you, just waiting for the perfect opportunity to jump out and spook you. Task temporarily postponed, you closed the closet door, the old wood creaking as you did. Slowly, you creeped down the long corridor. The sound of your footsteps echoed in your ears, and you were hit with that awful, instinctual feeling that you were being too loud. Your eyes darted around you as you went, gaze lingering on each stretching shadow you passed.

You were nearly at the stairs again when you had that unmistakable urge to turn around. You stood still for a moment, dread creeping its way up your spine. Inch by inch, you began to turn your head, eyes dragging across the wall, prolonging the inevitable. You weren’t sure what you were even looking for, but as your gaze landed on your bedroom door, the sinking in your heart doubled.

You wagered a glance back to the stairs, briefly considering just tucking tail and running. Still, as you locked eyes with the door again, you swear it almost felt like something was… pulling you. The image of a fishhook flashed in your mind as you slowly made your way to the room.

The rough wood of the door felt cool against your cheek as you pressed against it, listening. Silence. You waited another beat, before raising shaky fingers to the handle. The sound of old metal echoed throughout the hall as you turned the knob, and you winced. Warrily, your head peaked around the edge of the wood, bracing for an impact that never came.

Your eyes struggled to adjust, the ribbon of dim light from the hall doing little to illuminate the room. It was oppressive, the darkness, but just as you were about to find the light switch, your attention was drawn by something else.

Hhhh..

Your blood froze in your veins, the noise sounding much closer now. You didn’t move an inch as your eyes flicked over the room, half expecting to find some horrifying figure lurking in the corner when you finally locked on something. The Mirror.

An odd numbness washed over you, fear being replaced by a deep, unignorable need to get closer. One slow, agonizing step after another, your feet began to carry you in. The once subtle sounds grew louder, a soft knock, a distant call of your name. Even still, you could hardly hear them over the sound of blood rushing in your ears. The outside world began to grow muffled, and soon enough, it was just you and the mirror, standing face to face.

You leaned in, your own face looking back at you with an odd blurriness, the outline seeming to blend into the world behind. The sound of heavy breathing filled the room, whether it was coming from you or the mirror you couldn’t tell, and the world around you began to melt. Closer. You pressed forward, noses nearly touching as the face in front of you began to distort, the reflection of your hand slowly raising up to the surface until-

Grab

You stumbled as something yanked you back, hard enough to lose your balance. You nearly collided with the floor, but were stopped as you felt two sturdy arms grab onto your shoulders.

“Whoa hey, hey, easy! It’s just us!”

Your head felt hazy for a moment as the world around you gradually regained its shape. You blinked. The lights had been turned on, and standing in front of you was Ace, his usual half-mocking smile being shadowed by an uncharacteristically concerned look.

“Hey, you good, Prefect? What the hell were you doing standing in the middle of a dark room like that? Creepy as shit.”

“Give them a break, Ace.”

You heard from behind you. Looking up over your shoulder you could see Deuce, arms still supporting you after catching your fall. He looked down at you, worry evident on his face.

“Seriously, though, are you ok? Wha- hey, your nose is bleeding!”

It took a moment for you to process their words, head still a bit dizzy. You half-mindedly raised your hand to your face, and sure enough, felt a warm liquid coat your fingers. That seemed to snap you out of whatever trance you had been in, and you did a double take at the two.

“I.. yeah, yeah I’m fine. I just…”

You shook your head, legs finally able to hold yourself upright enough for Deuce to release his hold. It’s then that you actually processed their presence.

“When did you guys get here anyways?”

“We just got here.” Ace replied. “We knocked and called your name, but you weren’t answering, so Grim eventually let us in. Told us you were up here, but when we found you you were totally out of it.”

“Here,”

Deuce handed you a tissue, and you pressed it to your nose with a quick ‘thanks’ as Ace finished his recount. You tried to piece together the series of events in your head, but came up empty. It felt like there was a heavy fog in your mind, too thick to see through, and as you tried to think about it your head began to ache. Your eyes began traveling back up to the mirror, but before they could linger too long Deuce quickly spoke up, diverting your attention to him.

“Anyways, that’s not what we're here for. There was gonna be an un-birthday party today, but that idea’s scrapped now thanks to the weather. Which means-”

He was cut off, Ace grabbing you by the shoulder as he began to lead you back out of the room.

“There’s a whole party’s worth of treats just sitting for the taking. Wouldn’t want to put Trey’s hard work to waste, right?”

He gave you a sly smile, to which you were unamused.

“Mmhmm. And you’re sure you're not bringing me along just so I can help you clean up?”

He made a faux pained face, dramatically clutching his hand over his heart.

“You wound me, prefect!”

The sound of your bedroom door being shut briefly rang out, before Deuce joined the two of you again. He looked a bit sheepish as he spoke.

“We could definitely use some help packing up the decorations, but Trey did promise the leftovers as a reward.”

You let out a long sigh, though there was no real annoyance in it.

“Fine. But only if I get to use Heartslabyul’s dryer.”

“Deal!”

The three of you made your way down the stairs, making idle chatter as you did. You went to tell Grim the game plan, and with food on the line he was far too eager to agree. Though as your attention was briefly diverted away, you missed the look Ace and Deuce shot to each other, and the glance back at your room. There was a quiet understanding between them before you turned back and smiled.

“Ready?” You asked.

“Yep!”

“Ready!”

With everyone on board, the four of you left Ramshackle and braved the storm, and a silent agreement was made behind you.

They’d be back.

#twisted wonderland #twst #ace trappola #deuce spade #twst ace #twst deuce #twst x reader #yandere #yandere twisted wonderland #yandere twst #platonic yandere #twst grim #yandere ace trappola #yandere deuce spade #ace trapolla x reader #deuce spade x reader

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alienoresimagines · 8 months ago

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Omg “classics” for clegan plsssss 🥺

classics - muse a tends to muse b’s wounds with more care than necessary

So. This fic may have gotten out of a hand and may or may not be 14.5k, 7k of which are them making out and smutting 😅 So Nonnie, if you'd like a redo of the prompt with really 100% h/c and fluff, send me another ask and I'll keep it general audience, I promise 🥹❤️ Also a huge shoutout to @soliloquy-dawn for single handedly beating the slump out of me for this fic, I was stuck on 4k for three weeks and then wrote 10k in one, for which I also have to thanks all my fellow sprinters on Discord🥹🫶🏻 And, a happy birthday to @amiserableseriesofevents !!! Thank you for all the wounderful fics you constantly post, the countless sprints you do with me, I wish you all the good in the world 💕 Consider this my humble gift for an amazing person celebrating another year of life ❤️ This is my first time writing an actual smut so I'm really nervous about this one lmao but I hope you'll like it 👉🏻👈🏻🥹

Tell Me You're Going To Be Alright (I Don't Want The World To Turn Without You) | Buck x Bucky

Summary : Perhaps life really only started when he opened the door to his room in flight school and shook hands with Gale Cleven. Perhaps the twenty-four years before that were only to learn how his legs and arms worked to get him to this moment, where he learned how his heart did. Or After the Regensburg Mission, John cannot forget just how close he came to losing Gale forever. He copes how he can, tending to Gale's wounds, and holding him when the adrenaline leaves him and Gale can't keep up the officer façade anymore. He lets Gale take care of the cuts that adorned his face even though John had forgotten them. And then, when all the wounds have been treated, desperation to feel just how alive the other still is settles in, like a wildfire of urgency that not even the presence of their men a few feet away can soothe.

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“You did so good, darlin’,” his lips attach themselves to Gale’s temple as another one of those broken noises pierces through his soul. “Brought your boys to safety the best way you could.” He thinks of the mangled body of a radioman and how easily it could’ve been Gale. Tightens his hold until there’s no telling where one of them begins and where the other ends.

“You did so, so good, Gale.” He keeps on whispering in Gale’s ear, rubbing soothing circles on his back, and pressing kisses anywhere he can reach until Gale isn’t shaking as much anymore, tremors receding and replaced by a heavy blanket of exhaustion that sends him further into John’s chest. John doesn’t budge, stays rooted to his spot like the old oak tree in his mother’s garden, sheltering the house from rain and storms.

Minutes later, Gale shifts and clears his throat, the sound dulled by John's shirt before he starts to pull away. John’s heart screams and thrashes with wanting to bring him closer once again, but he knows better than to force Gale to lose control, knows the other is probably ashamed that he felt the need to be comforted. The anger simmering in his blood at that is cold and familiar enough for John to ignore it, preferring instead to stroke his thumb back and forth over Gale's cheekbone. A light smile pulls at his lips when Gale leans into the touch, a sigh leaving him as he nuzzles his cheek against John’s palm, as though the space has been carved just for him- John is certain it’s the case.

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My other Clegan Fics

#clegan #buck x bucky #buck squared #clegan fanfic #mota #mota fanfic #ali writes

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delumimi · 2 years ago

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Trouble Sleeping?

Summary: You are tired of Leon’s snoring.

Gender: Fluff.

Pairing: Death Island Leon x Reader.

A/N: I had to redo this twice ‘cause it got deleted but anyways this is so short i am sorry, I have to clarify that english isn’t my native language so I apologize for any grammar errors, enjoy!

Your marriage with Leon was all you could’ve asked for after so many years of being in love with him, 3 years of dating and now 1 freshly year of marriage, you are so grateful to have someone like Leon as a partner. You respect him and he respects you and there’s no doubt that you two love each other intensely.

However… That doesn’t mean you don’t have problems.

You were currently in your bedroom bed staring deeply at the ceiling stuck in thoughts with a strong frown on your face, sitting up a little you take a look at the clock

2:45 AM.

Leon had an annoying habit at snoring so loud at night, and you understood that he was tired after returning from missions, poor boy never gets to relax at his job but as much as you loved him, you needed to rest tonight.

Sighing, you turn to your side to observe his peaceful state, you almost felt guilty for having to wake him up but he lead you no option.

You raise your hand and place it against his mouth attempting to shut him up for once. To your surprise, Leon stirs a little in his sleep but roughly, he turns to his other side kicking his legs almost throwing you out of the bed. Snoring even louder.

This motherfucker….

Alright, challenge accepted.

You look around trying to find something until an idea crosses your mind.

Smiling wickedly, you take a small pillow and turn to his side again.

You press the pillow on his mouth carefully enough to not suffocate him as you search his face looking for any signs of discomfort but you don’t see any.

The snoring stops but now noises are coming out of his lips thanks to the pillow making pressure on it, making him look like he is beatboxing.

Okay, this was definitely it.

You pat his chest now seriously wanting him to wake up.

“Leon.” You whisper quietly so you don’t scare him as he wakes up.

But… No response.

Sighing you pat his chest harder this time.

“Leon? Wake up.” You tell him again firmly.

Still no response.

“Leon! Wake uuuup.” You start to shake his body roughly this time, getting desperate but he doesn’t react.

What is he? A bear hibernating or something?

You start to get more annoyed, Leon was never a deep sleeper but when he came back exhausted he attempted to be one, and that never irritated you… Well until now.

You are not gonna get away with this Kennedy.

You place yourself at his lap, raising your hand to gently slap him- not enough to hurt but to let him know that you are there.

“Leeeooon.” You repeat the same movements, groaning since he doesn’t wake up. You stare at the clock again.

3:05 AM.

You slap him again harder and he finally reacts, squinting his eyes a little, but just before he talks, you slap him again with such a force that his head turns to his side and you are pretty sure that if it was daytime you will be able to see the red mark on his cheek.

He looks at you so shocked… Like you killed his entire family and burned them in front of him.

“Wha- What was that for?!” He finally speaks after a moment of just looking at each other.

“I don’t know… You tell me.” I talk back at him crossing your arms in your chest.

He stays silent rubbing his eyes looking at you.

“Good morning to you too.”

“It’s 3AM Leon.” You said rolling your eyes.

“Then why would wake me up? Did something happen?” He asks confused and a little concerned looking at you still shocked about the slap thing.

“Nothing happened Leon…” You reassured him. “But did you ever realized you snore a lot?”

“Snore?” He looks at his side and then at you. “I don’t snore.”

“Yes. Yes you do, and loud.” You remark the final part. “You even woke me up, I had to slap you.”

“Okay” He paused. “I am sorry love but you didn’t had to slap me.” He rubs his cheek looking at you a little offended.

“Oh believe me. I had to.” You give him a final look before laying down on the bed, your back facing him. Sighing contently you embrace your pillow. Closing your eyes feeling the sleepiness kick in.

Finally, some peaceful sleep.

“I don’t snore loud.” You heard Leon, interrupting your peaceful state.

“Whatever you say.”

…..

“Did I seriously wake you up?” He said with a softer tone this time.

Some shuffling was heard until you feel some strong arms embracing you from behind. Pressing kisses on you neck as a way to say sorry.

“Forgive me?” He whispers.

“I will think about it…”

“I can make it up to you if that’s what you want.” He says and you feel his hands under your blouse lifting it up.

“Go to sleep Leon.” You stop his wrists from going further.

“But-“

“No way you are trying to get me to do funny stuff at 3 in the morning.” You scoffed at him.

“Is it working?”

“No.”

You heard him laugh from behind and can’t help the smile that starts forming at your lips. You turn and press a delicate kiss on his lips.

“There. You are forgiven now let me sleep in peace.” You rest your head on his chest feeling to his heartbeat, somehow it calmed you down on your rougher moments- just listening to it made you feel so safe.

“Alright m’lady.” He presses a kiss on your head pulling even closer even if that was impossible.

Surely it will be a long morning, not having your enough hours of rest always affected you but seeing Leon’s face when you slapped him, you know is worth it.

Smiling you drift off to sleep.

Or that’s what you thought.

Snores.

…….

Whatever, you weren’t even planing to have a good sleep anyway.

#leon kennedy #leon scott kennedy #capcom #leon kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy #leon s kennedy x reader #leon kennedy fluff #resident evil #resident evil x you #leon kennedy x you #resident evil x reader #leon kennedy fanfic

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yourheart-inmyhands · 2 years ago

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No need to apologize! I love your works and can't wait for you to continue. Take as much time as you want though. If you see this and are feeling up to it, could I request a Yandere Furina and EI reacting to somebody flirting with their darling? No pressure!

so i technically did this ask already, found here, but i figured i'd answer it again and give it a little redo :D i kept it pretty much the same, i guess you could just see this as an extended version of the previous one :3c

Warning: this post contains yandere-themes, including violence, mentions of murder, mentions of throwing and breaking furniture, mentions of self-inflicted hair pulling, and other potential topics. Please read at your own risk!

Yandere!Raiden is a lot of things, but a fool is not one. She will not stand around and allow some petty street scum lay hands, eyes, or even words on her beloved. If you act fast enough, you can prevent her from making a very bloodied example of the man before her, if not, i suggest you throw out the clothes you wear, blood stains can be awful to get out.

It had happened in the blink of an eye, or rather, as fast as a flash of lightning. You had been out shopping with Raiden, having requested she take you out to pick up some things you’d placed an order for from a different Nation. Well, it had arrived earlier that week and now that she was free, she had taken you out as requested, you weren’t permitted to go out by yourself. And this was one such reason, some man who worked for the store you ordered from, leaning over the counter making expressions and speaking words far too sweet to just be friendly. Raiden doesn’t take kindly to this. Who does this man think he is? Brazenly flirting with the one individual who his very God has claimed as her own. How foolish. In an instant, with the loud crackle of lightning rupturing eardrums of all those nearby, the man slumps forward onto the counter. “Let’s go home, I’m sure you’re tired.” Raiden makes it a point to address it as if you had caused the problem, something she’ll discuss with you later, but for now she escorts you off as concerned citizens stand frozen in fear.

Yandere!Furina is boiling over with rage, her fists balled tightly at her sides as her nose twitches. She’s fuming, internally set alight as she wants to punch this loser in the face. She’s an Archon though, she can’t do that. Instead she escorts you off, waiting till the two of you get home before unleashing all her frustrations.

She doesn’t blame you, she couldn’t. Someone who shone as brightly as you did was bound to attract many a moth. It's a shame that she enjoyed city walks with you, she hated the way people stared at you. Even as she screams, hands burrowed into her hair as she pulls harshly on the roots, fighting internally against her own anger. She wished she could’ve struck him down where he stood, but she couldn’t. Instead she picks up the nearby lamp and chucks it across the room, imagining it was his head that had just shattered and not the ceramic. Many more pieces of furniture and decorative items fall victim to her rage before she settles enough to be near you, holding your head close to her chest as she whispers about how beautiful you are, hands gently petting the top of your head. Furine certainly had a few screws loose when it came to you, but she always treated you fairly. It wasn’t your fault, you’re ok, it’s ok.

#genshin x reader #genshin x male reader #yandere genshin x reader #yandere genshin x male reader #raiden x reader #raiden x male reader #yandere raiden x reader #yandere raiden x male reader #furina x reader #furina x male reader #yandere furina x reader #yandere furina x male reader #yandere genshin #yandere raiden #yandere furina

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laniluvsuu · 2 years ago

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Basketball player!Ony x Overthinkingblackfemreader!

Didn’t proofread like usual y’all…

When your boyfriend first told you that you two were gonna be apart, specially across the ocean from each other. You were nervous, though you loved him and trusted him, something just still made you feel so uneasy about it.

As soon as Ony landed safely, and got into his hotel he called you. “Hey ma! I just landed, I’m in my hotel. This shit hard ngl.” He said smiling while explored around his hotel room.

“Hi baby. I’m glad you landed safely. Send me pics of your room later!” You said curious to see what his room looks like since he’s so excited about it. But more importantly you wanted to know what he was gonna do now.

“Sooo..whatchu gon do now?” You asked a little nervous for his response. You heard a lot of shuffling before Ony responded.

“Mmm I gotta go out with coach and the guys in a little, but after that imma be in here f’the rest of the night.” Ony said after dropping his luggage into his closet, picking out the clothes he was gonna wear out.

“Mm okay, well call me back when you’re back in baby.” You said tryna let him go so he can get ready.

“What? Why you tryna hang up on me mama?” Ony asked you confused now with his head in the camera frame. Y’all never hung up when the other was getting ready.

“Ion know…just wanna let you get ready.” You mumbled over the phone to him. Lowkey cheesing when you saw his confused face in the camera frame, only because he couldn’t see you’re face since yours was off.

“No need f’that.” Ony said as he started getting ready. You both stayed on the phone the entire time. Once he was done you two said your goodbyes, and you started thinking again. Thinking about what if he got curious and caught up in the moment. Thinking about what if tequila grabbed his neck and said “Don’t bitch up.”

So you gave in and called him. And told him how you were feeling, how uneasy you were about the whole situation. Tears threatening to fall out of your eyes while you expressed your feelings to him.

“Stop it wit that shit baby. I gotchu mama. I promise you, I didn’t come over here to play around with some other girl. I came over here to work and better myself. To help build our future life together baby, I really wish you would’ve told me how you felt before mama. Could’ve got your stubborn ass a flight with me.” Ony expressed to you as he leaned outside the bathroom bar wall waiting for your response. Once he heard you chuckle a little bit at the last thing he said he felt better.

“Mmhm you right.” You said wiping the tears that managed to fall out of your eyes. His words made you feel better, they made your heart flutter. The question that you had in his trust was completely gone and you felt bad for even having to question it. “I’m sorry baby..I feel bad now.” You said to him.

“Don’t apologize baby. I just need you to trust me. Can you do that f’me until I get back mama?” Ony said smiling and waiting for your response.

I don’t like this one. Might redo..lmk what y’all think tho. Anyways I love Coco Jones been loving her since miss roxie!!!

#xblackreader #aot x black reader #black reader #onyankopon x black y/n #aot onyankopon #aot x reader #aot fluff #aot angst #aot fanfiction

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kiwii-11 · 2 months ago

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cw . . . geordi x cutie, angst !!!!, comfort :3

i think after geordi and cutie’s ‘breakup’, cutie spends a while trying to use their powers as if they were powers and not an involuntary part of their being, ykwim? they want to use their powers like how stealths use theirs, or how shifters do. only when necessary.

but it’s too hard for them; after years of just letting their powers run loose, they find it difficult to just choose when their telepathy is active. they can still hear what their coworkers are thinking, and then try to stop as soon as possible. it happens so often, especially when they aren’t paying attention.

so in the end, they choose to never use it. telepathy isn’t a requirement for their job, so they don’t really need it. they focus on stopping their telepathy every day, so they don’t hear anyone’s thoughts but their own. it was better for them to just not have the gate open at all.

when geordi comes back to them and offers to try again at their relationship, they try even harder to not use their power. it caused such a dint in their relationship that they don’t want to come close to that ever again. geordi doesn’t know about this, at least for a few months.

at some point, he lets them in. he tells cutie that he’d like to try having them hear his thoughts again.

“i’d rather not.” they say as they turn back to the stove.

geordi blinks at the back of their head as he halts his reading. he gathered up all this courage to ask and now he’s left utterly confused. it was a big step in their relationship that they would have to redo. “o—oh… i’m sorry, i just…”

cutie can hear the worried tone. they turn back to him and offers a small smile. “no, it’s nothing, i, uh… don’t do that anymore.”

“don’t do what?”

their eyes drift to the side. “that.”

geordi’s brows furrow even more. he rubs the page of his book a few times before he swallows his nerves. “oh… okay.”

the silence consumes them as cutie continues to cook and geordi returns to his reading. he fails to turn the page after looking over the same sentence twice, thrice, ongoing. he feels… weird about it.

at first, he doesn’t believe them. he begins to think thoughts that would definitely get a rise out of cutie if they heard it. some strange things, outbursts of random thoughts that would typically have someone making a face. but cutie doesn’t falter. they really weren’t in his head.

he spends the next few days thinking about it. they were dead serious about not wanting to use their powers. he dwells on everything. did he make them make that decision? was there something he could’ve done?

the next time they meet up, it’s for a home movie date. they’re over at geordi’s and have their own corner in the couch as he comes back with some food.

“i got this song stuck in my head that i can’t figure out the name of.” he’s a liar.

“yeah?” cutie hums out as he gets seated beside them.

“yeah,” he huffs, “if i don’t find the name of this stupid song, i’ll go crazy.”

he’s hoping that they offer their power to help. but they don’t. they pull up ‘shazam’ and asks geordi to hum the song. he’s embarrassed when cutie asks him how he doesn’t recognise the national anthem.

a few days pass and, again, he tries. he says that he’s got a secret surprise for them, but won’t tell cutie what it is.

“c’mon, you wanna’ know, don’t you?” he chuckles.

“you’re gonna’ spill it at this point.” they reply, “i’m patient.”

he lets out a laugh, covering the pain in his heart as he tries to figure out how to try better. maybe if he kept prodding, they would open up.

they catch on much later than they’d like to admit.

“geordi, what are you doing?” cutie huffs as they climb into bed. he was spending the night and was currently insisting that they try to guess what word he’s thinking of. he’s getting desperate. “what’s going on?”

“huh? oh, um, nothing,” he claims as he leans against the pillows, “i just wanted to—”

“why do you want me to use my telepathy on you?”

he stared at you, speechless. the blanket is halfway over your lap, and he’s sitting on his side with a guilty face.

“i don’t want you to stop being yourself,” he says, “i know after everything we both got help, but i didn’t think it meant that you were cutting off your powers completely. if you’re doing this for me—”

“this is for me,” cutie interjects as they glance to their hands, “i need more control over myself. that’s it.”

his heart squeezes so tightly that it aches to breathe in. he knows that this is a complicated subject, fragile, but something about it urges him to do more.

“you’re shutting away a whole part of who you are. you don’t think that’s a bit… crazy?” he asks with a little tilt of his head, “i’m sorry if i’m overstepping, i don’t mean to pry so much. i’m just worried about you. you can tell me these things.”

they stare at him. and almost instantly, they feel their eyes sting and begin to water up. they haven’t cried in months, and the dam was breaking.

“everything hurts. i can hear every little thought that passes my mind and—and it’s never been so loud before,” cutie says as the blanket beneath their hands tighten in heir palms, “i never stop thinking about using my powers even when i know i shouldn’t. something is trying to get out of me. i can’t fall asleep because i’m always thinking and i want everything to just shut up for once. but i want to get control over myself. i want to do better, for you and especially for me.”

geordi feels relieved when he sees them open up again. while it was something the both of them were trying to be better at, cutie’s expressive action made him feel at ease. his hand squeezes theirs tightly.

“you’re already doing so well, baby. we’re both trying hard, and i know that this needs a lot of work. but we’re going good,” he says whilst pressing a gentle kiss to their knuckles, “i don’t want you to feel like i’m caging you up. me asking you to enter my mind isn’t my way of… trying to get you comfortable by making me uncomfortable. it’s my way of trying to reach out to you again.”

“you shouldn’t—”

“the reason why we spent so many years together is because your powers aren’t a dealbreaker. i do love hearing your voice in my mind when i know you’re there, or when we can’t be near each other and still want to talk,” he explains to them, “please don’t think you need to cut off a part of yourself for me. i still love you, so much. i’ll always be yours, as long as we trust and can change our attitudes for each other. i’ll give you all of me.”

he wordlessly opens his arms for them to sink into. the warmth carries over to them as they wipe their tears away.

“i love you too,” they mumble against him, “thank you for giving us another chance.”

“your cute face is what made me come back.” he chuckles as he caresses their cheek. he presses a kiss to their lips, enjoying it when they reciprocate.

geordi reaches over and turns off his lamp, drowning them in darkness. as he holds them, he taps a rhythm against their shoulder.

“i do have a song stuck in my head right now, though. can you give me a hand?”

cutie lets out a short laugh as they agree. for the first time in months, they use their power. the familiar buzz when they enter his mind is almost like a bell toll. it’s loud and shaking their bones, but they relax when they hear geordi’s thoughts bouncing around.

‘are you here now?’

‘i hope i didn’t make you more uncomfortable, that’s the last thing i want to do.’

‘so warm.’

‘i missed this.’

‘i missed you so much.’

they smile at the sounds.

‘it’s ‘don’t dream, it’s over’.” they state.

“i knew it.”

“you thought it was ‘forever young’.”

“shhhh, it’s bed time.”

geordi ends up singing them to sleep that night. he notices they’ve fallen asleep when their adlibs disappear. he then holds them tighter, silently grateful for tonight. they still fall asleep quicker when he’s drawing circles on their shoulder.

#i miss them sm #cutie and geordi have such an authentic relationship #ik everyone wants a porter reconcilliation audio right now but this was the original #redacted audio #redacted audio cutie #redacted audio geordi #kiwii // redacted audio

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ponyosmom35 · 1 year ago

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welcome home - Simon Ghost Riley x reader

pairing: Simon Ghost Riley x reader

Liability series chapter twenty four

Liability series:

https://www.tumblr.com/ponyosmom35/733401347573088256/simon-ghost-riley?source=share

She was ecstatic to lead Simon inside, to show him around. Unsure where to begin. She turns to something out and notices him carrying the massive package into the house without the slightest hint of struggle. “Where do you want this love?”

“Oh my god just set it here, thank you” she points to the wall “you didn’t have to do that” she responds, rubbing her hands together nervously.

“No problem” he shrugs, “what have you got that’s so big?”

“Oh uh thats my bookshelf, I’m turning my office into a library” she smiles

“How were you planning on gettin that to the office?” he teases

“I hadn’t gotten that far”

“Noted” he smirks, placing a band on her lower back “I’d love a tour”

“Right!” she squeaks, her face blushing madly at the feeling of his hand.

She shows Simon the kitchen and all the organizing she’d done in her spare time. As she continues throughout the house explaining everything in what to most would be far too much detail, Simon’s heart swelled. He loved to listen to her talk, it was clear she put a lot of thought into making her space feel warm and welcome. Everything he saw, every decoration, wall print, even the paint color all made sense. It was so beautifully her. He’d never felt so instantly comfortable in an unfamiliar space before.

She shows him her office where the bookshelf would be and explains her vision, clearly unhappy with the current state of the room. She shows him her bedroom and he takes note of her shift in body language and red cheeks. It was reassuring to him that he had such an effect on her. She leads him down to the steps once more and brings him through downstairs and out to the backdoor. She opens it and they step out onto her deck.

“So this is the backyard, its a work in progress, my parents and I have been working on it. It looks weird now but trust me there’s a vision” she reassures

“This is beautiful” he notes

The thoughtful placement of the flowers and the nearly completed stone path leading to the gorgeous willow tree. He could see freshly dug holes where her flowers would bloom in the coming weeks.

“Thank you! I’m really happy with it, after the path my plan is to redo my entire deck, I want to have an area out here where I can sit out here and read” she says

“That sounds nice”

“I think so too” she nods before looking up at him “do you wanna go inside and sit, you must be exhausted”

“Sure” he smiles

“Can I get you anything? Water, tea, I don’t have beer but I can Instacart some”

“Water would be nice”

“Coming right up!” she grabs him a glass of water while he walks into the living room and sits on the couch, taking note of the TV, playing her music on shuffle. After a minute or so she returns with a bowl of oreos.

“My favorite, thank you love”

“I know” she muses as she sits on the other side of the couch, sitting with her legs crossed as she leans her head on her hands.

“How are you?” she asks

“I should be asking you that question”

“I’m doing good” she admits softly, rubbing her hands together.

“I’m glad to hear that” his eyes searched hers for any sign that she might not be telling the full truth.

“Yeah me too, it’s been hard. Nights are the worst but I’m okay, really” she breathes, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear. He reaches over and grabs her hand, holding it gently in his own. She smiles softly and moves his hand to her cheek, leaning into his warm skin.

“I missed you” she murmurs

“You have no idea how hard it was to watch you leave, I wish I could’ve been here sooner” he says

“I don’t blame you”

“I should’ve been there, should’ve seen it comin’” he admits, referring to Las Almas.

“Don’t say that Simon, there’s absolutely no way you would’ve known Graves and Shepard were dirty”

“It’s my job to protect you, and I - I didn’t”

“But you did! You saved my life, as soon as I heard your voice a part of me knew I was gonna be okay, that you weren’t going to let anything happen. I was so fucking scared but I still knew that I was gonna be okay. Nobody in this world makes me feel the way that you do” she replies, her words holding so much more meaning than just that day. Recalling back to every moment she spent with him. “Even now, it’s like all of the nightmares and memories, they’re nothing. Sitting here with you makes me feel protected, I feel more secure than I have in months”

“I feel the same” he admits “This place feels familiar to me, like I’ve been here before”

“That’s because it’s been waiting for you” she nearly whispers, looking at him with all the love in the world “I’ve been waiting for you, for so long”

“I’m here now” he murmurs as he gently pulls her closer to him, moving the pillow that separated them to the ground. “Don’t plan on leaving anytime soon”

“Really?” she asks hopefully as he places a hand on her face, trialing his thumb from her lips to her jaw. “As long as you’ll have me” he responds

Simon closes the distance between their lips and kisses her gently. Her hands move to his chest as he pulls her closer. She swings a leg around him and moves to place herself in his lap, with her hands guiding her. As she settles he smirks at the little gasp she lets out at the feeling of him beneath her. His hands fall to her waist, groaning as she involuntarily rocks her body against him. He pulls back and looks at her, smiling softly.

“What?” she asks breathlessly

“Fucking gorgeous” he says kissing her once more. However this one was much shorter, as he didn’t want things to get too carried away. He pulls her into his chest and holds her there, wrapping his arms around her body as she curls into him.

“Welcome home Si” she whispers in his ear

Both understood that this was their home. The beginning of their new life together.

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lottiecrabie · 2 years ago

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SORRY DID I JUST READ VIRGINITY ROLE PLAY IN THOSE TAGS

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well see for a guy who is always cheesing and giggling at the idea of being the First to get one of her experiences…. i believe he is secretly a little Peeved at the idea that he didn’t get to be her First Time. and you know maybe she’s recounting her loss of virginity story and he’s all head-between-hands it shouldn’t have been like this queen. and maybe he proposes that they Redo it but he gets to be the first, just so he can show her how it Really should’ve gone. and yeah she’s expecting some dirty weird kinky fuck, playing up the innocence and his corruption of her— and, sure, maybe there’s a bit of Arousal about that for both of them. and at first maybe she’s teasing some clunky virgin dialogue — like oh ur soo big.. oh i’ve never done this before…. oh show me what to do. but he’s actually weirdly gentle, and careful, and almost loving. he keeps asking her if she’s ready, and takes his time, and gets her all wet and eager for him. and he kisses her and he makes her laugh and he whispers sweet things and it’s actually not funny at all anymore. she’s getting kind of choked up, realizing that maybe she actually hadn’t been as okay with her shitty first time with her lame boyfriend as she thought now that she knows what it could’ve Been. when he says ‘only me’, it’s a lot different. it’s a wish that it really had always been Only Him. maybe. idk i haven’t thought about it at all

#i just think he was punching the wall when she told him No i’m not a virgin #linecook!au #ask

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miryum · 2 years ago

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Foundling Villa- Epilogue

Royal!Charles Leclerc x Reader. Princess Y/n is arranged to marry Prince Charles. There will be many ups and downs that the author hasn’t planned out yet, but read along to find out more! (Yes, I know that sounds super cheesy) Warnings per chapter. Hope you guys enjoy!

Tag list: @notleclerc @sunsumonner @saturnsrinqs @livster @chonkybonky @eau-rougee @champomiel @justyouraverageeverydaysimp @multifandom-loser @atlanticowe

We’re here!!!! Thank you so much to everyone who was so sweet and supportive and I love you all so much!! Finally have time to work on all the requests y’all sent in!

Warnings: perfect fluff

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“Are you kidding me?”

“No, cherié,” Charles grinned cheekily. “I’m not.”

“But didn’t we already do that?” Your hands were pressed to your chest in surprise.

Charles laughed from his place on one knee. He held a ring box with a beautiful stone surrounded by tiny, intricate diamonds. The stone glimmered in the light and you recognized it as your favourite. “I know, but I want to do it properly this time. I want it to be a happy time, now that war has come and gone from our doorstep. I want the vows to be meaningful. I want to kiss you well. I want to dance with you for the first time again and spin you around and look at you with love. I want people to toast us and not talk about treaties and prosperity. I want them to talk of love and happiness. I want to redo our wedding night.” You laughed softly at that, melting at his words. “I want to marry you again. What do you say?”

“Of course, Charlie.”

Charles leaped up and spun you around. He pressed a messy kiss to your lips. “Really?”

“Charles Leclerc,” he set you down and you cupped his face, saying, “I love you. I will marry you a thousand times over if it means I prove it to you.” Charles grinned, kissing you again, and slid the ring on your finger. “It’s beautiful, Charlie,” you gasped.

“Only the best for my cherié.”

“I promise to stay by your side, hold you close, and never leave you. I will be with you in sickness and in health, in wealth and in poverty, in pain and in pleasure,” the guests chuckled at that and you're pretty sure you heard Pierre’s loud groan. Daniel’s laugh echoed above the crowd. Max rolled his eyes. Charles smirked and continued, “Y/n L/n, I grew to love you and every day, my love for you grows. By the end of our long, love-filled lives, I’m sure my heart will give out from how much I love you. You may be Enza’s beloved princess, but you’ll always be my queen.” He ended his vows with a kiss on the forehead.

You huffed playfully and rolled your eyes. “I don’t know how to follow that.” You rested your forehead on his and Charles’ smirk fell away into a deep, loving smile. “But our journey has had many ups and downs but I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Cause it led me to you.”

Ralph yelled out, “Cheesy!” You stuck out your tongue in his direction. The crowd laughed.

“I think I’ve already proved to you that I love you and will stay by your side no matter what plagues the land or our relationship. But I promise to stay by your side for the future as well. I have so much love for you that it’s hard to express. I love your compassion and your humour. I love your intelligence and your empathy. I love your family,” Arthur let out a whoop at that. “And you’re not bad-looking, either.” Charles raised a brow and pouted and you didn’t think you could smile any wider. “You have stood by me even when I didn’t want anyone in the same room. You’ve listened when no one else did and gave me confidence when I doubted myself. Charles Leclerc, you are the best man I could’ve asked to spend my life with and I’m so glad you are bound to me by law so you can’t run away.”

“I would never,” Charles snorted quietly.

“Mmhm. Sure.” You look at him sceptically. Charles dove in for a kiss but the priest muttered something and pushed him back.

“Can we just say ‘I do’?” Charles whined. “I want to kiss my wife.”

The priest, having had to put up with the Leclerc brothers for a long time, sighed and continued the ceremony that was happening in the Foundling Villa gardens. After hurried ‘I do’s, Charles dipped you low and whispered a, “Hi,” before kissing you passionately. The guests clapped and cheered at the display and you wrapped your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss.

“Get a room!” Brenda shouted out and Charles broke away to shout back, “Later, we will!” The L/n and Leclerc siblings groaned, disgusted at the thought.

“I love you,” you whispered against his lips.

“Yeah, well, I’m pretty sure I love you more.”

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bengals-barnesbabe · 6 months ago

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Yallllll last night a met my new enemy… ROPE TWISTS

Story time: I love doing my hair, my brother’s hair, just hair for fun. So when I asked this little boy (he’s 18) what style he wanted next, he said Rope Twists. I said no, I didn’t think I had the right tools for it, it looked kinda hard, I just wasn’t sure I could successfully get the style right.

But he really wanted them and he don’t go to no one else to do his hair. So… I went to TikTok University 😂

After debating with myself over it for a week. I agreed to do the style for him during Thanksgiving Break (rn).

THEN when this break had barely begun he was on my ass about getting his hair done, and he hadn’t even washed it yet! (I used to wash it for him, but now he handles it in the shower.)

I told him on Monday I’d do it on Tuesday as long as he comes to me with a washed head.

So yesterday (Tuesday) this little negro walks up to me at 1 PM with head of unwashed hair and says “You’re gonna do my hair, today.”

I asked the obvious question. “Did you wash your hair?”

He looks at me indifferently. “No. I’m gonna go make eggs.”

Ya girl was already stressed about doing the damn twists, now I gotta deal with this sassy boy. Hell no.

10 FUCKING PM comes around and he walks up to me fresh out the shower and says, “So you’re gonna do my hair. Should I get your supplies?”

I look up from the nice juicy story I’m writing, all bundled up on the couch. “You waited all damn day! I could’ve been done by now!”

He shrugs. NEGRO PLEASE!

I told him to get my supplies and put something on the TV.

He proceeded to fight with the TV because his stupid universal remote app wasn’t working and he didn’t bring me everything I asked for.

I was not getting up, so I told him to just sit his ass down.

Fast And Furious:

Best damn parting job I’ve ever done, clipped each section to perfection, hair moisturized and detangled.

Then I picked up my comb and proceeded to cuss out his goddamn hair. I WAS STRESSED! It was not looking good AT ALL. I was trying to get a good angle, thinking back to those videos, absolutely hating my life.

It took me half that goddamn move to get 4 done. I wanted OUTTTTT. I was giving him warnings, mentally preparing to just start braiding it. But I kept going. And a bitch found her rhythm.

I was finally doing good, but then I had to work with this tired ass 18 year old who would not move his head/ KEPT moving his head. Yall if that movie wasn’t keeping me sane, I would’ve turned it off.

2 Fast 2 Furious:

Finally half way thru and I’m just moving this boy’s head and making him turn his whole damn body.

(Break time.)

I start back up and my thumb is burning and it’s stinging real bad. I check my finger and bitch that dumb ass comb I got had cut me. I almost broke that shit in half. I switched to a rat tail comb and prayed for it to work. I was pissed off when it did a better job that that other one😒

Then I sat on one of my metal clips and didn’t notice because apparently I’m just used to being in pain.

By the end of that movie (which is phenomenal btw), I only had 5 left. Two rows in the from and one on the other side (redoing the first one lol).

My back was aching, I was tired, I just wanted to write and relax, this shit needed to be over soon.

My Wife And Kids:

A bitch powered through it and got them done before the first episode was over. 👏🏾🙌🏾👏🏾🙌🏾👏🏾🙌🏾👏🏾🙌🏾

In Conclusion, I AINT GOING THROUGH THAT AGAIN. (by then end, it really wasn’t that bad lol) But he better not ask me for that style and stress me out like he did!

Fuck that damn “twisting comb”, fuck rope twists and fuck that couples therapist on My Wife and Kids.

A/N: My cats spoiled as fuck, like bitch let me use my phone I’ll give you all the attention you want. Also someone tell me this girl to stop standing on my chest!🥲

#babe is over it #babe’s rants #family hair stylist #its some bullllllllshiiiiiitttttt

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slytherinshua · 2 years ago

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EXAMS genre ➳ fluff. warnings ➳ reader is stressed over exams. jungwon is kinda bold lol. not proofread so i'm pretty sure its a disaster. pairing ➳ jungwon x fem!reader. wc ➳ 1k. a/n ➳ requested by @bobariki, here.

You walked out of your school building completely exhausted. The stress of exam week was not for the weak at heart, and, god, you were not the strongest soldier. You had been drowning in your notes for weeks before today, studying constantly to prepare for your finals. You wished you had done better. You weren’t feeling confident at all.

The multiple choice tests should have been easy for you. Even for the questions that you weren’t sure of, you were able to narrow down the options and have at least a 50% chance of getting it right. But you still felt as if you had done horribly. You probably misread the questions or accidentally circled the wrong answer or a million other ways you could have messed up.

Your presentation final was the most stressful. You were required to present your thesis paper to the entire class, and while you were decent at writing a logical thesis and paper, your presenting skills were lacking. You got so nervous anytime you had to speak in front of people who you didn’t know, especially when presenting something that needed to be persuasive and argumentative. You shuddered just thinking about that 10 minutes you spent up at the front of the class.

The entire time you were presenting, you couldn’t stop your body from shaking and your voice from cracking. You felt so embarrassed by the time you were able to go back to your seat, and you were so sure that the entire room had heard you horribly stumble over your words. You had gone to the bathroom to cry after you presented because the stress was overwhelming. Compared to everyone else's speeches, yours was absolutely stupid, and your delivery was laughable.

But, it was too late to redo any of it. What was done was done. You tried your best, and you knew there was little point in stressing over it, but it was nearly impossible to take your mind off of it. You were so distracted by the thought of all the questions you might have misread or gotten wrong when you could’ve gotten them right with a little more studying, that you didn’t notice when your boyfriend sat down next to you on the bench. He reached out for your hand and your obliviousness caused you to jump when his fingers brushed yours. When you realised it was Jungwon, you relaxed.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, frowning at your distracted state, knowing your brain was busy thinking about something. With the worry in your eyes, he could tell it wasn’t something positive.

“Exams.” You mumbled out, more to the air than to your boyfriend.

“Oh…” That was enough for Jungwon to piece together what was going wrong. He thought for a second, then gave your hand a squeeze and stood up, pulling you with him.

“Where are we going?” You whined. You didn’t have the energy to do anything, and would much rather be sitting or lying down than walking right now.

“I’m gonna cheer you up.” He said happily, walking forward with determined steps. You complained half-heartedly about being tired. Jungwon had an instant solution for that. “If you don’t want to walk, I’ll give you a piggyback ride.” He offered, giving you a dimpled smile. You nodded in agreement since you were less than eager to walk. Jungwon crouched down and you got on his back, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and holding on securely. “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you won’t fall, love.” He grinned, hoisting you up to adjust you once he was fully upright again.

“You’d better. I’ll actually kill you if you drop me.” You laughed. Jungwon smiled, knowing that his plan to distract you from your thoughts was already starting to work.

“Would you rather get ice cream or pastries?”

“Ice cream.” You mumbled your response into Jungwon’s shoulder, making him giggle.

“My girl wants ice cream, so ice cream it is.” He started walking to the nearest ice cream shop. Luckily there was one close to your school. You knew your boyfriend had been taking extra (rather unnecessary) trips to the gym, but you didn’t expect him to carry you so effortlessly. He didn’t even seem tired by the time he walked up to the ice cream shop door.

You slipped off his back carefully, and walked into the cute shop, the smell of freshly made waffle cones a pleasant welcome smell to you. You murmured to Jungwon that you weren’t feeling very adventurous and just wanted plain vanilla. He went to order and came back with one vanilla and one chocolate.

Jungwon insisted that you ate outside because the fresh air was good. The outside seating wasn’t the most comfortable, but Jungwon, your thoughtful boyfriend, always seemed to have a solution.

“Sit on my lap.” Before you could react or possibly protest, Jungwon had already pulled you down, wrapping an arm around your waist, making sure you were comfortable sitting on his thighs. Your cheeks felt hot from his sudden boldness. You were so used to your boyfriend being shy, but where the heck had that shy boyfriend gone?

“Comfortable?” He asked softly. You nodded a bit flustered and focused your attention on your ice cream instead of the close proximity. Jungwon giggled at you, and you thought it was nothing at first. He was the type of boyfriend to laugh just because he found you randomly cute. But you quickly realised he must have been laughing because you had gotten ice cream on the corner of your mouth. He gently wiped it off with his thumb, calling you cute in a whisper that only made your cheeks burn a brighter shade.

You finished your ice cream quickly, making sure you didn't get anymore on your face for fear that your boyfriend would take any opportunity you gave him to make you even more flustered. You hugged him closer once both your hands were free, smelling his familiar scent and feeling your body slowly relax. He rubbed your back up and down, pressing a kiss to your temple.

“I’m proud of you. You know that, right?” He mumbled, staring at you as if you held the entire universe in your eyes. He leaned in to kiss you, softly and passionately in a way that wiped all the thoughts and worries about your earlier exams out of your head. All you could focus on was Jungwon, and that’s exactly what he wanted.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ enha taglist: @kangtaehyunzzz,, @yeonjuns-redhair,, @ddeonudepressions,, @skz-minchan-enthusiast,, @delcakoo

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trashjuicesmidrewrite · 6 months ago

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Episode 6 >:) (MID Rewrite)

I had to redo the draft I had from ep 6 because I’m stupid and deleted it when I meant to work on it 🥰 I’m like kinda lucky tho because I spent way too much time introducing too much stuff so I guess it’s okay? Anyways enjoy my dinner (light snack) also for Lorelei’s boyfriend NOT ME FORGETTING JAKE WAS ALREADY A CHARACTER BEFORE WITH A WHOLE DIFFERENT PURPOSE. He’s a whole different character yall I just forgot the name Jake was already taken by the character 💀

Episode 6: Have an Easy Explanation for Once…

Lady Ki’s crowning sparked tension and fear throughout not only Chikara, but the rest of Daemos. All the royalty made sure to reassure their kingdoms they were okay, but not all of them were sure. Especially Garmon.

“It’s true that our tensions with Chikara have grown stronger before Queen Ki took Yakedo’s spot. Still, I’ll work night after night making sure our kingdom is safe.” Said Garmon during his speech

Hesitant applause filled the air as guards started to crowd around Garmon as he re-entered his palace.

The more and more Garmon began to think, the more he thought his speech was terrible. It felt as if he’d be better off if he hadn’t said a word. Could he really call himself a good king if he even did that?

In all honesty he’s been asking himself this question a lot these days. He felt like a cheater, smudged, dirty.

What he did to Yakedo had to be done, but what if it made things worse? What if his judgment was skewed? He did feel like there was some sort of change going on.

He could sense Yakedo calming down, something just got him riled up again. Garmon feels terrible that he panicked. Now Yakedo is suffering in some dungeon when there could’ve been change.

He wants to think it wasn’t his fault, but he also can’t blame Mothando.

Yakedo is a terrible Daemon, capable of things even the worst person couldn’t dream of. So he doesn’t blame her.

He didn’t know who to hold responsible.

Garmon couldn’t go further into his mind before a guard barged into his room.

“GAH! Oh heavens you scared me right out my head…what on Daemos are you doing?”

“My King I’m deeply sorry, I couldn’t find you and I panicked and…uhm…h-here!” The guard hurriedly shoved a scroll in Garmon’s hands.

“What? I-…thanks..?” Said Garmon while fumbling with the tie on the scroll.

When he finally managed to unfurl it, he saw it was from Mothando.

It read: “Hello Garmon. Apologies for the dry introduction, but this is urgent and I’m writing this quickly. I’ve told Yakedo about the decision Chikara made, and his reaction is peculiar. He’s starting to display something that isn’t sadness nor anger. It’s emptiness. We could blame the sitting in darkness, yet he’s been through much, much worse I’m sure. What’s even weirder is that he asked to see you. He didn’t hint at it or was cryptic he said it loud and clear ‘May I see Garmon?’ I understand if you don’t want to be near him, I wouldn’t either, but consider. By tomorrow preferably.”

Garmon’s eyes grew as wide as the moon. Why would Yakedo ask for him?

“My…My king..? May I take my leave?” Asked the guard still standing beside Garmon.

“Oh! My apologies. Yes, I permit you to leave.”

The guard immediately rushed to leave the room. Garmon thought it was odd how unprofessional the guard was, but he decided he may have been a rookie.

He thought he should do a better job at funding training for his guardsman. They’ve never been the strongest, and the only things that saved them from death were the animals they controlled.

Garmon laid on his bed still in his outside wear. He decided to sleep on his decision, this was a tomorrow Garmon’s problem.

Lady Grandma sat in the darkness of Chikara’s deepest dungeon bored out of her mind. She’s been through much worse by the clutches of her father, this was nothing.

“Mio…how’s my favorite grandma doing?” Said Queen Ki’s voice echoing through the hallways.

Something Lady Grandma wasn’t at all used to was Queen Ki using her real name. Throughout her entire life not many have called her that, and she wanted to keep it that way.

Queen Ki then became visible through the bars of the cell. She looked at Lady Grandma like that of prey.

Lady Grandma didn’t want to admit, but she felt genuine fear in Queen Ki’s present. When she was her student, she barely wanted to learn anything. Now she was preforming advanced rituals in order to get what she wanted, and Lady Grandma didn’t want to be a victim of that.

“I’ve…asked you to respect me.” Said Lady Grandma sternly.

“Aw, but you’re going to be my grandmother-in-law…if I get your blessing that is…” said Queen Ki with a sly grin.

Lady Grandma’s blood started to boil. If Queen Ki did anything to Hitoma, she wouldn’t know what to do with herself.

Lady Grandma slowly got up, as a magical aura started clouding the space around her.

“I’ve let you take this kingdom, I’ve taught you magic, and everything you need to know as a queen.” Lady Grandma braced herself assuming Queen Ki would use her magic.

“Yet, I rather die than let a bitch like you marry my grandson.”

“Well then you’re not needed. That was the last phase of the plan you were wanted for.”

“What..?”

Queen Ki formed her scythe and sliced Lady Grandma through the bars of the cell. She was too quick for the blanchette to respond.

Lady grandma could on get a few hiccups and sobs through before the top half of her body fell to the ground.

“You were a great service Lady Grandma…I hope you live your afterlife in bliss.”

Ava woke up by her alarm that she still hadn’t turned off since she got fired. It was way too early to go out there, and she knew she was gonna be half tired till about 9:00.

She wanted to be a bit more responsible, so she decided to plan the day out. Remembering how her dads called her last night, she wanted a way to distract them so she could get rid of the odor that surrounded those five guys

At this point they smelled like ass and fish, and she was bewildered to know that they apparently hadn’t noticed until she said something.

She had to get someone who both knew her dads well and would get them to listen to them.

And that someone was Lorelei.

Ava felt really bad about not responding to her text. Even worse now that she needs something from her, but Lorelei’s her only hope.

She opened her texts, and completely ignored Lorelei’s last message.

Ava: Hey girly!

Ava started to feel dumb as rocks, because she’s never called Lorelei “girly” or used punctuation marks unless she wanted something. It’s hard to break old habits though.

Lorelei: Hi Ava.

This was even worse. Lorelei never used “Hi” without a couple of I’s.

Ava: OKAYYYY IVE BEEN AN ASSHOLEEE but yknow I need u for sumthin my dads r worried about me since YOU TOLD THEM ABOUT MY JOB okay srry shouldn’t use caps but like could you distract them so I can get the guys to take some sort of bath plssss????? 🥺

Ava saw the …’s from Lorelei pop in and out. If she said no she couldn’t blame her, she’d just have to face everything head on.

Then, Lorelei finally responded.

Lorelei: why do you call me girly for these things? I’ve told you it brings back memories and I won’t help you until you promise not to call me that anymore.

Ava felt even more terrible. Sometimes she forgot it was miracle Lorelei still wanted to be friends even after they broke up.

Ava: I’m sorry. I won’t call you that anymore.

It felt like centuries until Lorelei finally responded.

Lorelei: Okay I’ll help. It was my fault just know they called ME and I panicked.

Ava kinda figured they called her first. She knew Lorelei was mad at the time, but not mad enough to get her dads involved.

She looked at the time. It was 7:55. Still way too early, but there’s no way all five of them were gonna shower before nightfall. Ava then caught a stench with her nose

It wasn’t worse than what the guys smelled like, but it was still horrible. It was like a wet cat dog mix.

Ava then connected the dots.

That smell was her.

She hadn’t showered in a bit, and that rain probably made her smell worse from the other day.

She needed to take a shower, and it had to be without any of those guys noticing. If they did, she had to make sure they wouldn’t break down the bathroom door thinking it was some sort of torture device she was setting up.

She absentmindedly grabbed some clothes from her drawer, and slowly cracked open the door.

She saw all five of the men crowded around something on the kitchen counter. The fridge was wide open and looked like a raccoon that was being chased by a bear ran through it.

They were all breathing heavily too, and Ava could hear them all crunching on something with the occasional hiccup or cough. She guessed from almost choking on something.

She normally would be more than pissed off from seeing them roam through her kitchen and turn it into a pig’s paradise, but she needed to get this shower done, and this was the perfect distraction.

She quickly tip toed into the bathroom and locked the door. She tried to look for something to block the door with, but there was just a box of toilet paper, and that wasn’t going to stop anything.

Ava decided to depend on the lock and turned on the shower to get started.

“Oh. My. GODS. Human food tastes so good!” Said Noi while stuffing his face with pre-cooked pasta.

“Quiet down, idiot! If Queen Ava finds out we’re doing this, who knows what she’ll do…” Said Asch in a harsh whisper.

“What was that thing a human on the TV said? Foodgasm? I think I’m having one of those” said Leif while munching on a granola bar.

All the Daemons immediately stopped eating to look at Leif.

“What?” Said Leif.

“You do understand what that word entails right?” Questioned Rhys.

“‘Course I do! I’m not a dumbass, I was making a joke! You don’t know what that word means though, do ya Rice!” Insulted Leif with a rising temper.

“I keep reminding you it’s Rhys not Rice! Is it too hard for your brain to comprehend?” Said Rhys, losing his patience.

“Well it’s spelt wrong first of all! How come the scholars name isn’t spelt R-I-S-E? Your name is stupid!” Yelled Leif on the edge.

“Don’t act like yours isn’t spelt abnormally too. Shouldn’t it be spelled L-E-A-F?” Taunted Rhys speaking in an outside voice.

“Well how’s about both of you chucklefucks got dumbass names! Shut up and let me sleep!” Said a human on the upper floor.

“How about you mind your goddamn business before I come up there and burn your bed so you have nowhere to sleep!?” Shouted Leif genuinely meaning what he said.

“….okay…” said the human sounding defeated.

Silence fell in the room before Noi picked up a bag of chips and struggled to open it. Pierce later snatched it from him and popped it open.

“Thanks…”

Lorelei rushed to put her clothes on so she could make breakfast for Jake. Her whole schedule was changed, and she couldn’t lie, that made her a tiny bit irritated.

What was originally planned was that she’d wake up, make breakfast for Jake, gently wake him up so he could get ready, get a serving for him and herself, kiss him goodbye while he rushes to leave, get ready herself, go out to make good on a few brand deals, make a few unsponsored posts, welcome Jake back from work, make them both dinner, and go to bed.

It doesn’t seem like a lot but social media’s her job. So it kinda is a lot for her. Especially the brand deals.

She needs to go to Pineapple garden to advertise their new wine, and go record Puss’s Sporting Goods commercial for their new cat fitness line.

It was a ton of work, and to distract Ava’s dads of all people would be overkill.

She did made a promise to Ava though. Yes, it’s in exchange for something she asked her to stop doing years ago, but it’d be progress. That’s something she wants more than anything.

Lorelei burst through the door to make breakfast, but when she got there, Jake was already making it.

“Babe? Aw…did I spend too much time daydreaming? Gosh I’m really sorry…” Said Lorelei, who sounded like she was about to cry.

“Nah Lorelei, I woke up early today so I wanted to give ya a break!” Jake looked at Lorelei to smile at her, and Lorelei’s heart started to swole.

When Ava and her broke up, Lorelei was in a really rough place. The only thing to take her out of it was Jake.

His dark brown hair styled in a comb-over, his dark brown eyes, silky smooth skin. She fell in love with his looks but the way he cared for her made her swoon.

Jake looked like he was sweating bullets when Lorelei stepped out of her head.

“Oh shit! Does this mess with your schedule? Damn Lei I’m super sorry” Said Jake looking nervous as ever.

“Oh? Oh! No, no, no, babe you’re fine! I was just think how this kinda lightens things today…” She rubbed the back of her head while she grabbed her stuff.

“Why? Gotta film some stuff today?” Said Jake while he put some bacon on a plate.

Lorelei was going to tell the truth, but she thought of how Jake felt about Ava.

He kinda hated her, not in a jealous sense, but with a more “respect my girlfriend” type of hate. At least that’s what she hopes.

“uh, yeah, Raisin Garden and Puss’s sporting goods remember?” Said Lorelei already feeling bad about the lying, even if it was only a half lie.

“You sure did tell me. My bad I forgot babe” Said Jake while handing Lorelei her plate.

Lorelei wanted to say she didn’t have the time to eat her breakfast here, but Jake took the time to organize it how she liked.

She quickly scarfed down the breakfast by sections and put the plate into the sink.

“Alright babe, gotta go! Bye!” She slammed the door in a rush.

Jake waited for a bit, and Lorelei ran back in.

“And I love you so much!” She blew a kiss at him and ran back out.

Jake sat in silence for a bit before a lightbulb shown in his head

“It’s not called Raisin Garden…Pineapple and Raisin doesn’t even sound the same…”

Ava slowly unlocked the door and cracked it open to see what the guys were doing.

She heard two of them yelling while she was showering, but she couldn’t tell who or what it was about. She just figured it was something dumb and harmless.

Ava saw all five of the Daemons sitting on the couch, seemingly in a bad mood. Especially the purple dude and the green dude, they looked livid.

She assumed they weren’t gonna be in a can-do attitude, and she was honestly relieved. She wasn’t either.

Ava walked out of the bathroom and stood in front of the TV like always.

“Guess we’re in a mood today aren’t we?” Said Ava trying her best to not make any of them angrier.

The only response any of the Daemons had to offer was a few grumbles. Ava thought this wasn’t going anywhere so she wanted to get to the point.

“So you guys smell like shit, as I’m sure you know.” Said Ava while all five of the men smelled themselves and recoiled.

“And y’know there’s this neat thing on Earth called a bath. Maybe even a shower depending on-“ Ava was cut off by a scoff coming from Asch.

“We’re not animals, we know what that is. Just lead us to your nearest river and we’ll get started.” Said Asch while standing up and starting to take off his shirt

Ava started to stammer and slur her words out of panic, “WOAH WOAH HEY!”, She ran to grab Asch’s shirt and pulled it all the way back down. She pulled it so far down it started to rip at the top.

“Woah…either these shirts are weak…or Ava’s the strongest human alive…” Said a mesmerized Noi.

Ava’s face started to get warm as she looked up at a now shirtless Asch.

“Fuck…I made it worse…” she murmured as she backed away from Asch.

“Is this how humans take off shirts here? Weird.” Said Asch while signaling the others to take off theirs.

All of the other four Daemons ripped off their tops the same way Ava had accidentally ripped off Asch’s.

“Okay maybe the shirts are weak, b-but I’m sure you’re still strong Queen Ava!” Said Noi while fiddling with the shreds of the now ruined shirt.

“S-Stop riding my dick and I’ll get a bath ready!” Yelled Ava blushing hard while rushing to the bathroom.

Ava slammed the door shut behind her and looked at herself in the mirror.

She had to give herself a pep talk. So what if there were five shirtless guys in her living room? So what if her landlord walked in she be in trouble? So what if that whole incident was low-key her fault?

None of that matters! Because there’s something those guys don’t know!

She’s Ava, goddamn, Thatcher-Valentino! And sometimes she wishes her dads just decided to take one of their last names so her name wouldn’t be so weird!

Ava pumped up her chest and went to setting up a bath for one of the guys.

Lorelei ran up and down New Rune trying to get everything done today.

The photo shoot for Pineapple Garden went okay, but it definitely could’ve been better. She kept daydreaming and missing when people would say things thinking about how Ava’s dads could already be on their way to her house.

Luckily, the commercial for Puss’s sporting goods wasn’t till 2:00, and it was 10:30 right now. That gives her about three and a half hours to distract Ava’s dads. There was no way it would take Ava more time to get those guys to shower, right?

Lorelei almost ran past the apartment building Ava’s dad lived in overthinking things. She opened the doors only to see Ava’s dads walking out of the elevator.

The unnatural blond was Devon. He had a tan complexion and wore a light blue dress shirt with khakis. Around his waist was a dark blue flannel that had clearly been over worn.

The blanchette was Andrew. He was about as white as paper and wore a typical business suit with a pair of glasses. Lorelei remembers Devon begging him to wear something different, but she guessed he never did.

She was really glad she wasn’t too late, but she had to come up with something that could get them to follow her around. She was terrible at lying though.

“Andrew! Devon! Hi!” Said Lorelei with her voice getting more high pitched as she talked.

Devon’s head whirled seeming confused as to where the voice was coming from until he saw Lorelei.

“Lorelei! Hi! How’s my favorite person?” Said Devon speed walking on his tip toes to hug the brunette.

Lorelei slightly laughed at what Devon called her. It used to be “How’s my favorite daughter-in-law?” Until her and Ava broke up. She thought it was funny how Devon respected her more than her own friend, but she couldn’t start getting snarky now that she’s doing something for her.

Lorelei wriggled out of Devon’s embrace and started thinking of a lie. A lie so good, there was no way they’d think it even was one.

“I’m good Devon! U-Uhm…listen I need you guys for…” she was silent for about three minutes, which was totally not suspicious at all.

“A COMMERCIAL! I-I need you guys to film a commercial with me!”

Dammit. Dammit! DAMMIT!

That was probably the worst thing Lorelei could’ve said. What on earth would everyone on the shoot think if she just brought in two random guys?

She’s got to commit to it though. She’s not gonna break her promise, because she knows Ava might break it back.

“W-What? Really!? Wow, Andrew! I guess my TV debut is finally here!” Said Devon while fake fainting into Andrew’s arms.

“What’s it even for? What would we be doing?” Said a skeptical Andrew, “besides we were going to visit Ava.”

Lorelei desperately scrapped at her brain for something that would make sense.

“haha! Uhm…well Ava she’s…got friends! And she’s hanging out with them! In a completely different part New Rune!” Blubbered Lorelei, “Also…they uh need…A COUPLE IN THE BACKGROUND. Yeah…a couple in the background…”

Devon and Andrew looked at each other worryingly and then back at Lorelei. She didn’t wanna know what they thought was happening.

“Hey Lorelei, we should go ahead to the shoot shouldn’t we? We’ll drive.” Said Andrew while letting Devon get back on his feat and heading towards the door.

“Uh…yeah…Sure!” Murmured Lorelei not at all understanding what the two men thought had happened.

“Wait! Wait! Wait a minute! Not ready yet!”

“What do you mean ‘not ready yet’!? Why do you have to get ready for me to take my pants off!?”

“I just do, okay!?”

Leif and Ava have been going at it like this for about 20 minutes, but it’s felt like 20 years. The other Daemons have been getting sick of their bickering, and all they wanted to do was get this over with.

“Queen Ava, it’s rather childish to think of all nudity as sexual. Just let Leif get clean.” Said Rhys.

“Whichever smartass said that better shut up before I kick their nuts in!” Shouted Ava through the door.

All the other Daemons snickered as Rhys’s face grew warm because of slight embarrassment, “Ah”, was all he could get out.

In the bathroom, Ava was in the farthest corner away from Leif.

“Okay…maybe if I count down it’ll be better for me.” Guessed Ava while putting a hand over her eyes.

“You said that the last two times, but guess where the fuck we are now!” Leif huffed.

“A-Alright but I mean it this time!” Spluttered Ava, slightly peaking through her fingers.

“Ready?”

“You’re just gonna stop me again…but sure”

“three…”

Leif untied his pants.

“two…”

He readied himself to pull them down.

“one!”

Leif fully pulled his pants down and kicked them off his feet leaving him naked. Then he just stood there, not really knowing what to do.

“The hell are you doing get in the tub!” Ava shouted.

Leif was about to dip a toe into the water until both him and Ava heard a shriek from the other room.

“Mrs. Oats!” Gasped Ava shooting out the bathroom door and running toward the other room.

The four men who were waiting didn’t know at all what was going on, but they decided on rushing after Ava to help with whatever she needed.

Leif swiftly followed behind while struggling to put back on his pants.

Ava kicked open the older woman’s door to see a peculiar sight.

Mrs. Oats was chasing a fluffy purple cat running on its hind legs with a broom.

“Hey! Hey! Come on, would you really wanna squish me? Let’s communicate! Old hag to old hag!” Said the purple cat before squeaking out of fear while dodging a swing from Mrs. Oats’s broom.

“Who are you calling old hag? How are you even talking? Answer my questions!” Yelled Mrs. Oats.

“What kind of cat would I be to tell my secrets? Or was that a fox…ugh humans are complicated.” Complained the feline while avoiding Mrs. Oats’s broom like the plague.

Ava and the others watched the two bicker back and forth. The cat’s dodging skills were immaculate, it looked as if it was popping in and out of reality just to escape Mrs. Oats’s broom.

Eventually it got pretty tiring for Ava to watch a magical cat call itself and Mrs. Oats the many synonyms for “old”.

She looked around to see the male Daemons absolutely terrified. With all the shit they looked like they’d been through, a walking and talking cat is where they draw the line?

Yet, the more she looked between the cat and the men, the more worried she got. She wanted to stop the two apparently old women from fighting before she finds out whatever happened.

“Alright ladies! Time out!” Ava declared before cutting between the two challengers.

The purple fuzz jumped on top of Ava trying to reach toward Mrs. Oats.

“Yo! Mamacita! Lemme try to win this round, would ya? See? I know human slang!” Jeered the cat.

“Ma…mamacita!? Ew! The fuck!?” Ava cringed while trying to get the cat off of her.

All five of the men were horrified by the sight, but it was mostly because of the cat’s voice. It happened to sound just like Lady Grandma. Asch especially felt petrified.

“Ma…?” He whimpered.

The fuzz ball immediately froze and slowly turned to look at the man. Its smile widened, looking ecstatic to look at him.

“Asch! Whew! I was worried I’d have to run all throughout this place to find you!”

“Devon…Andrew…excuse my language, but…”

Andrew steered the car illegally left and right all throughout New Rune to get to Lorelei’s apartment.

“WHERE THE FUCK ARE WE GOING!?” Shrieked Lorelei.

“We’re saving both you and Ava pumpkin!” Devon said triumphantly.

Andrew swerved and ran about two red lights before slamming the breaks right in front of the apartment building with a screech.

Lorelei felt she was going to throw up because of her panic. She was way too stimulated and felt like she was gonna burst because of stress.

The brunette squeaked startled at how the window beside her went down to reveal Andrew standing right outside. She hadn’t even noticed they got out the car.

“Sorry to scare ya Lorelei, but you should stay here while we handle that bastard.” Said Andrew while adjusting his glasses with confidence.

Devon snatched Andrew by the collar and ran towards the front doors of the complex.

“The hell do they- wait…no! No, no, no! Come back! Ava’s dads you got the wrong idea!” She banged on the car windows to no avail, as the couple had already disappeared into the doors

Mrs. Oats, the five Daemons, and Ava all sat on the couch before the purple cat that was apparently named Lady Grandma.

“It’s really you…? Does that mean you’re…” Asch didn’t even want to utter what he was referring to.

“Yup! I croaked! Don’t really remember how though…” said Lady Grandma completely fine with saying she’s dead.

Asch sat there in disbelief as the cat-ified Lady Grandma swung her legs while munching on some tuna she stole from Mrs. Oats’s fridge.

“W-What do you mean you don’t know!? Isn’t like the whole purpose of this type of reincarnation is to connect with Daemons with those same memories!?” Fumed Asch, admittedly getting more and more irritated at the older.

“I mean, yeah. I’m thinkin’ someone put a spell in my final moments that I could live peacefully with no bad memories. Which I guess includes how I died. And a lot of other stuff come to think of it.” Answered Lady Grandma while picking at her fur.

Everyone in the room sat there in silence as Asch silently did his best to hold back any tears.

Ava slowly raised her hand to grab the old cat’s attention.

The feline noticed her, “Whoops!”, she said while jumping on her feet on the table, “Forgot we had a couple a’ humans here!” She cleared her throat

“Alright so when a Daemon dies there’s two things that’ll happen to ‘em depending on what the family does!” Explained Lady Grandma while grabbing two sardines from a can she also stole from Mrs. Oats.

She held up one, “No matter what ya do, a Daemon will always get reincarnated into another thing. It’s just what we do.”, she completely stripped the fish of its meat, symbolizing it becoming something new.

Lady Grandma then held up another, “There’s a special spell that can let Daemons keep their memories even while reincarnating…except it’s only the good ones.”, she stripped the meat off this one too, except she chose a few pieces to stick in the head.

“Now,” she started while turning to Asch, “I’ll be honest, I’ve got no idea who did this to me, but if I had to guess it might’ve been your father or Hitoma…” she scratched her chin while thinking.

“What!? What do you mean!? What if it was someone…we’re not affiliated with?” He didn’t want to say “dangerous” that’d include his father and Hitoma.

“Listen squirt, if it was someone we didn’t trust I wouldn’t even be dead! I’d be fightin’! But look at me! Clearly deceased, so the kingdoms clearly fine…I think”

Asch was starting to get tired of all these guesses. Lady Grandma probably didn’t know a thing about what was going on. Asch knew dying was most likely not gonna be the happiest memory, but if she can’t remember much leading up to it, it had to be a struggle.

Asch then remembered something, “Rhys you brought that book right?”

Rhys’s ears slightly perked up, “of course!” He then formed a large notebook out of his hands.

Asch grabbed it and started wildly flipping through it. Rhys started to get anxious by the second.

“M-My prince! Be careful with that, I beg! I had to transcribe the whole thing myself. Th-There’s only one copy after all and they don’t let you take notes in it so I-“ Rhys nervously rambled, but Asch silently waved him off.

“Aha!” He declared, “here! In Rhys’s…legible…handwriting is this!”

Asch shoved the page in the fluffy cat’s face. She stepped away for comfort and scanned the page.

“Eugh, Rhys I forgot how…intricate your writing is…” said Lady Grandma as Rhys grumbled to himself about the comments on his penmanship.

With a bit of deciphering, the page read: “Of course, not all hope is lost. To help the reincarnated gain the ‘bad’ memories back one must take them on a journey of sorts. Bring them to sights and sounds that could jog it, or simply just live life. It takes time, and unless their mind proves to be troublesome, all should be fine.”

“Yup…I see it” the cat meowed under her breath. “One question, how are we gonna jog my memory if we aren’t on Daemos?”

Asch’s train of thought stopped as soon as he tried to think about it. It wasn’t possible. At least he didn’t think.

“It said to ‘simply live life’ right? It’s alien but here on earth is living life.” Said Pierce

Everyone looked at each other with a newfound sense of hope. Except for Lady Grandma.

“Damn it! I don’t wanna remember anythin’ bad!” Spouted Lady Grandma while rubbing her temples.

“We need to know what’s going on in Daemos Ma!” Argued Asch

“Well I’ll be damned if you get me to remember shit!”

The Grandma and Grandson went back and forth for what felt like ages. Mrs. Oats had at some point enough of it.

“Would both of you shut up!” Yelled the older woman, catching both Asch’s and Lady Grandma’s attention.

“There’s nothing I hate more than seeing a grandparent not respect their grandkids! If I had the chance to visit my grandson again, I’d gladly help him with anything for however many years I’m with him!” Mrs. Oats condemned while grabbing the cat by the coat.

“You’re only a kitten! You’ve got 12 years with this young man! 20 if you’re lucky! How can you call yourself a grandma if you don’t even care about your grandson or your own world enough to remember a few bad moments!?” Chastised Mrs. Oats while shaking Lady Grandma.

She dropped the old feline and it landed on its feet. Lady Grandma looked dizzy, as if getting fussed at by Mrs. Oats was a roller coaster.

“Fine…but I need breaks. I’ll be crashing at yours most of the time.” Appealed the purple fuzz.

“Fine with me.” Said Mrs. Oats while signaling for the cat to follow.

Before they went out Mrs. Oats stopped by the door.

“Oh and Ava!” She called out, “before y’all start doing anything, get them boys to take a shower. And take breaks! If they smell like that they must be overexerting theirselves.” Mrs. Oats then closed.

Ava laughed to herself until she realized what Mrs. Oats said.

“WHAT? No! You’ve got the wrong idea! They just stink!” She yelled, but Mrs. Oats had already walked out the door a long time ago.

Ava groaned, “let’s finish this bath day…” she got up and grabbed Leif’s hand to his surprise.

“This is why I hate Ava.” Fumed Jack.

“C’mon babe…don’t say that…” said Lorelei while trying to comfort him.

She couldn’t really act like she didn’t have the same thoughts about Ava at the moment though. She missed the meet up time for the Puss’s Sporting Goods ad, so either they found a replacement or it’s gonna be delayed to a month or more.

She almost broke down two times, and she hated crying. She’d be drowning in tears right now if Jake and her weren’t comforting each other right now. Being in a jail cell is a stressing thing.

Oh yeah. They were in a jail cell.

Ava’s dads had made a scene in the apartment check in center that Lorelei was in some sort of “kidnap” situation. They’d also blamed Jack for it.

Jack was detained for more investigation and so was Lorelei because she was apparently “too defendant of the suspect”. So now they were both in jail until the cops finally realize the two men were probably overreacting.

“At least I know how her dads think of me…” said Jack sounding hurt.

“Babe…”, comforted Lorelei, “Everything will be fine…it’s not like they’ll be in our lives 24/7.”

Despite this, Lorelei could hear movement from the other cell. She put her ear to the dry wall and could barely hear whimpers and sobs from the other end.

She’s never really seen Jack cry, he’s always been so tough. Hearing him cry made Lorelei want to wail, so she backed away from the wall to stop that from happening.

“Sorry Lei…” Jack sniffled, “it’s just I planned this to be a big night for us.”

Lorelei wished she could break through this dry wall, pick up Jack bridal style, and fly them to their apartment so they didn’t have to deal with this anymore.

“It’ll be alright Jack” reassured Lorelei. “Another night. K’?”

There was silence from the other end and she didn’t know what else to do.

Finally she could hear a door opening, and the jingling of keys of a guard. The man walked up to Lorelei’s cell and kneeled down to her level.

“Sorry miss, you and your boyfriend can go ahead and get outta here. Seems like the case was some baloney.” He said, and he got up and fiddled around to find the right key for the cell.

“This is ridiculous! No rocks, no salt, and you’re cleaning me like I’m a child! I am a prince!” Complained Asch as Ava scrubbed his underarm.

Ava mumbled curses at the man as she started rinsing the suds off him. The only saving grace of this was that he was the last guy, but this was a slog to get through.

Leif yapped the whole time about how long it took, and how he only really took ten second showers. Which was not only disgusting, but also you can’t count that as a shower.

Pierce just stared at her intensely the whole time. She couldn’t tell if she had preferred Leif’s constant talking, or if this was fine. It still unnerved her though.

Noi kept talking about anything other than the bath to distract himself that Ava was touching him. Ava could feel every insult that was building up over the past few days clawing at her throat to let them out. It was honestly a miracle she didn’t say anything.

Rhys kept asking a question about every little thing in the bathroom, it was like she was bathing a big ass toddler.

Then there was Asch. It was tiring hearing him constantly blabber about being a prince and how he should have some respect.

Finally, she was done. She threw Asch a towel and some oversized clothes.

Ava then triumphantly opened the bathroom door and crashed into the couch exhausted.

This accomplishment was only temporary, as she heard banging knocks from the door.

They must’ve been police knocks Ava thought. She then comprehended what she just described.

Those were police knocks.

“G-Gah! Everybody go in my room and don’t come out till I say so!” She harshly whispered.

“You crazy? Didn’t you say-“ started Leif but was cut off by Ava pushing him and the other guys into the bedroom.

She rushed to the door to open it as the knocking got louder.

As soon as she opened it, she was shocked with the sight of her dads in handcuffs with a cop between the both of them.

“W-What the!? What did you- what happened?!” Ava yelled.

“These two caused a scene at Rune Complex. They also wasted the police’s time with a fake accusation of kidnap.” Said the cop as he typed something up on his phone.

“We just wanted to see you honey, but everything got so out of control!” Whined Devon. “We’re gonna spend a night in the slammer…”

Ava’s face was now adorned with shock and looked at the cop looking for some sort of explanation.

“Don’t worry ma’am, that’s only for resisting arrest.” The cop put his phone away, “It’s only in county jail too. They just have to do a few weeks of community service.”

Ava face palmed and groaned into her hand, “okay…do I have to do anything or…”

“Nope” the cop cut off Ava “they just wouldn’t stop whining about wanting to see ya. Have a good rest of your night ma’am.”

The cop tipped off his hat and led the couple to the elevator as Ava closed the door.

She pinched the bridge of her nose while walking to the bedroom door. When she opened it, she saw no one.

She was confused, her room was kinda small so there’s no way five large guys were gonna hide in here.

“Queen Ava! Look!” Said Noi, his head peaking out of Ava’s wall.

Ava stared at the ginger with disbelief. That was definitely a solid wall, and there’s no sign of damage. Were these guys ghosts or something?

“C’mon! We can’t settle in until you give us your blessing!” Hurried Noi as he got out of the wall, and grabbed Ava’s hand to lead her to the it.

Ava closed her eyes and braced herself for some sort of impact, but it never came.

She slowly opened her eyes to see something that’d only be possible in her fantasies.

In front of her was a large grand staircase with a dark lavender carpet and golden steps and handrail.

These stairs led up to six doors each with corresponding colors that matched the five men and her.

Was this in her apartment the whole time? Could she just walk through this spot in the wall and be here? Here alone. Away from anything else.

It felt like a dream. Her legs were feeling wobbly and she could see dots in her vision. She couldn’t tell if she was about to faint, or her body was trying to handle this newfound excitement. She should’ve known it was a mix of both.

Ava collapsed on the ground to all the Daemon’s surprise.

As Ava started to lose consciousness, she could still hear the five men bickering about what they should do. She couldn’t care less right now though, she wanted to explore this place forever once she wakes up.

AANNNDDD WE’RE DONE. This took a while especially with the setback I stated earlier but I’m rlly glad it’s over. This was a really long episode and I really hope you guys enjoyed. Also I really hope you imagined Lady Grandma’s new form kinda like Turbo Granny from Dadadan bc that’s what I was going for lol. The next ep might not be to the same scale to this one but only time will tell. I REALLY HOPE YOU ENJOYED.

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