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[emometalhead]

"I love Twilight" - Andy Hurley

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

The Holiday Spirit

Warnings: non/dubcon, and other dark elements. Not all kinks or triggers are tagged. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Summary: You don't have much reason to enjoy the holidays until a generous man walks in the door.

Character: Captain Syverson

Day Thirteen of the December Daze Challenge.

Prompt - i just can't wait until the holidays are over 

Note: As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

You watch the snow gather at the corners of the large window pane with dread. The longer it falls, the more your anxiety rises. How on earth are you supposed to get home? Not too mention the more important question, how are any customers supposed to get in the store? 

Your phone jingles at the very thought, your manager calling as if she could hear your silent plea for rescue. You grab your phone but don't answer until the fourth ring. You don't want her to know you've been doom scrolling the weather forecast. 

Gloria greets you without formality, "what's it look like there?" 

"Um, bad," you answer honestly. "Snowy." 

"I mean customers. What are the numbers?" 

"Oh..." you blink and look around the empty shop. "I think most people are staying home. There hasn't been anyone since I started." 

"What about the walkway? Have you shoveled it?" It's as much an accusation as a question. "They won't come in if they can't get in." 

You wish you had the courage to mention that it isn't just the sidewalk, you haven't seen car drive by in over an hour. Those you can see are parked and not going anywhere as the snow piles over their windows. You frown and again, look at the windows in horror. 

"Go out and clear it and maybe you'll sell a few pieces. No point having the lights on if you're not doing anything," she snips. 

"Meredith closed up across the street--" 

"I don't care what that old crone did. Get out there. The shovel's in the back room." She commands. 

"Okay," you agree meekly. 

You know you shouldn't be such a pushover but you need this job. Even if it isn't much. It's a small independent shop that sells candles, lotions, and random nicknacks. You're not really sure what to call it. 

You hang up and go into the backroom and grab your coat. It's not the best. A sherpa thing you go used at the Good Will. Your boots are a couple years old and you can tell. You wear three pairs of socks just to keep your toes from hurting as bad. 

You pull on your thin gloves and grab the shovel. You approach the front door and gaze through the glass. Look at it! You'll be lucky if you don't get lost. 

You go to push through the door. You have to shove your shoulder into it just to get outside as the wind blows angrily. The door slams behind you and you plant the shovel into the thick snow as you look around. Ugh, where do you even begin? 

This time of year is always too much. Who decided the holidays needed to be in the middle of winter? It's not fair, but life just isn't. 

You scoop up the snow bit by bit. Your muscles ache as you try to heave into out of the way but as the powder builds, it's only more and more difficult to do so. As you final get clear of the door, you look back and see a new blanket of white. It doesn't matter, you'll be outside all night if you try to keep it clean. 

You work your way across the store front as the sky continues to dim. It never really got light as the sun stayed hidden in the clouds. You put your head down against the swirling flakes and you grip the shovel tight. You groan and grunt each time you lift it. 

"Now what they got you out here doing all this for?" A grizzly voice draws your head up and you bat your lashes as snow catches in them. You stare up at the burly man in his heavy brown coat and black toque. His beard is sparkling with flakes. 

"Um, I... work in there," you nod to the store. "Gotta make sure people can get in." 

"Y'all should be at home," he tuts. 

"It's just me," you shrug. 

"That's a shame. Damn big shame," he shakes his head, "lady like you shouldn't be out here in the cold." 

"Well, it's my job, I guess," you say. 

"Here," he puts his hand on the handle of the shovel, "you go in. Get warm." 

"Oh, no, I couldn't--" 

"Do you know what my mother would do if she knew I just walked on by a little lady like you struggling in the snow?" He argues. 

"I... thank you, that's too kind. But, you probably have somewhere to be." 

"I'm just walking," he assures you. "I like the snow." 

"Oh, right, uh..." you let go of the shovel reluctantly. "Thanks, I... I feel bad." 

"Don't. I feel bad seein' ya shiver your nose off. Go on." 

You scrunch up your mouth guiltily and push your shoulders up. You back away step by step as you stare at him. It's been a while since you met a single person who wasn't demanding or just downright rude. Maybe holiday cheer isn't dead. 

You retreat inside with a sheepish smile and let out a brr as the door swings shut behind you. You rub your hands together then peel of the wet gloves. You tuck them into your pocket and unzip your jacket. You go to the back room and chew your lip. 

You're not the Christmassy type or whatever other special occasions are going on. You hate it all. It's too shiny and loud. Too greedy the way people will argue over something as simple as a three-wick candle or face scrub. 

What family you do have aren't very cozy. You haven't talked to either of your parents in two years and your sister never really answers your texts. It's just you and it isn't so bad. Other people just make things complicated. Without them, you have the control. 

You put your things away and tramp back out to the till. You can see the snow flying through the windows. The man effortlessly throws chunks of it out of his way. Somehow, he looks even bigger from there. 

You feel awkward, especially with no one else around. You go to a shelf to distract yourself, turning the jarred candles label out to appear busy. The bell above the door jingles and you look over your shoulder at the man. He pauses before he enters to shake the shovel off then leans it against the wall. 

He looks around as you retreat from the candle display and watch him. There’s not much for him here. You’re sure he’ll be off soon enough. He rubs his hands together then strips off his mitts. He slips them into his pockets and gives a curious glance over the table of bath bombs and salts. 

“You know,” he brushes his fingers over his beard so some of the melting snow falls away, “I’m looking for a gift.” 

“Oh? Well, we have lots here,” you keep your distance. You’re not sure you believe him. He’s probably just humouring you. “Thanks again for shoveling. You know, you don’t have to stick around. Actually...” you peer through the windows again, “should probably head out sooner than later.” 

“I got time,” he argues. “She’s real pretty. Girl I’m buyin’ for. So she probably wants somethin’ smells pretty too.” 

“Right, uh...” you twist your fist around a finger. You might as well get a single sale. It’s more than you hoped for. “We have some nice seasonal candles. Apple crisp, or candy cane, oh, the fruitcake is kind nice.” 

“You like candles?” He asks. 

“Sometimes. I don’t get the big ones.” 

“Ah,” he comes closer and you make room for him to browse. He picks up a smaller one and sniffs it. It looks tiny in his beefy hand. All of him sticks out among the dainty aesthetic of the boutique. “Mm, caramel brulee.” 

He reads the side and his eyes scan the shelves again, “what else do you like? Think maybe you know best.” 

“Oh, um, I...” you have to stop yourself from saying you don’t shop here. It’s too expensive. You get the discounts on dupes down at the mall. “Bath bombs are popular right now. Especially these snowflake ones. Oh and, we sell hot chocolate bombs. Those are edibles, these ones aren’t.” 

You point to the table as you pass him. He follows. You laugh nervously at your own lame joke. 

“Makes sense. I like hot chocolate. It’s the perfect weather for it, huh?” 

“Yeah, it is,” you agree. 

He comes to stand beside you as you gesture to the merchandise. You’re not used to that. The rare customer is a bit oblivious to physical space but more often they stay around the other side of the table. He’s right there. 

“Face masks too. It could be a little self-care kit if you wanted,” you suggest. 

“Mm, it does sound nice,” he says. “You think it’s a good present?” 

“Well, I get paid to sell this stuff,” you shrug, “but yeah, it’s hot bath season.” 

“Makes sense,” he nods. 

You step back and give him space. He hums and circles the table as you go back to the counter. You check your phone. *Extreme Weather Warning*. You should call Gloria back and let her know. If the county says you should go home, you’ll insist on doing so. 

“Cherry blossom or... vanilla coconut?” The man asks. 

“Hm, vanilla,” you smile at him then quickly look at your phone again. You type out a text to Gloria.  

He surprises you as he approaches and puts down a selection of items. The candle, a few bombs, some face masks, a shampoo bar, one of the little lotion and balm kits, and a spa headband. It’s a lot and it’s all very cute. 

“Think that’s good, don’t you?” He asks. 

“I think so,” you scan each item. “A very special lady indeed.” 

“Sure is,” he taps his fingers on the counter as his eyes bore into you. “I’m Sy, by the way...” he reads your name tag aloud and you’re surprised until you remember you’re wearing it. 

“Sy,” you repeat back. “Need a bag? Sorry, we’re all out of wrap or I’d offer that.” 

“Bag is just fine, think my girl’s easy to please. She appreciates the simple things,” he grins and grips the edge of the counter. 

“Alright,” you unfold a paper bag and gently place the items inside. “I hope likes it all. I’m sure she’ll love it.” 

“Me too,” he takes out his card and swipes. 

The machine dings and the receipt prints. You tear it off and hand it over, sliding the bag across the counter. He takes the slip of paper but leaves the purchase as it is. 

“Um, did I forget something?” You search the countertop, worried something rolled away. 

“It’s for my lady,” he gently nudges the bag back across the counter. 

“What?” You frown, confused. 

“S’for you, sugar. So you can warm up tonight.” 

“Tonight? Sir--” 

“Sy,” he insists, “best get home before the storm gets worse.” He turns to look out the windows. “No one coming out in this. Might as well close down.” 

“Sy, this is very nice of you but I’m fine. My boss wants the store open--” 

“Your boss?” He turns back to you and tilts his head, “ain’t a good one if they aren’t thinking about you gettin’ home safe.” He stares you down and looms over the counter, “’sides, a lady’s only boss is her man. So you go get your coat and things and we’ll be off.” 

“Sy, that’s... that’s not—I'm not your lady--” 

“Not?” He narrows his eyes. “I know you ain’t got another man, you wouldn’t be here if ya did.” 

“I-- no—but--” 

“You come with me or I stay,” he crosses his arms and leans his elbows on the counter. He plumes a snarl out of his nose, “up to you, but you’re not goin’ out in this alone, sweet thing. Need me there to dig ya out, don’t you?” 

You flinch and shake your head, “I don’t-- I don’t know you--” 

“Sure ya do, I’m Sy,” he grins. “And I know you. You’re the most pretty girl I ever seen.” 

You stare at him. He’s as formidable as the heaps of snow building outside the shop. As dangerous as the patches of ice forming on the road. He is a storm in man’s clothes. He’ll bowl you over just as easily as those winds.  

Just like the blizzard blowing in the street, you can’t escape him. 

[intoxicated-chan]

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟒 ║ ❝𝐖𝐞 𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐡 𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐎𝐧 𝐚 𝐒𝐮𝐛𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧❞

(A/n) ➳ Started watching Hazbin Hotel again, gotta say, it’s a good show. I was hoping to get to the next chapter sooner. I thank you guys for being patient, I seriously had a massive writer’s block.

Word Count ➳ 1.7k

Content Warnings ➳ Swearing, light sexual content, mentions of anger issues, mentions of abuse, mention of unrequited love, mentions of marriages, alcohol use, mentions of criminal investigation…

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“DON’T YOU MEAN THAT SHIT DINER?”

You let out a playful scoff, acting offended. “Well excuse you Daryl, The Golden Bite is an amazing diner!” You spoke to him over the phone.

That’s when your coworker, Annie came walking with a plate in hand that had a half eaten burger. “Still tastes like cardboard.” She sang as she headed back to the kitchen.

“Annie-”

“Still not gettin’ it?”

You rolled your eyes. “Gonna come and say it to my face?” You flinched at the loud voices coming from the kitchen, Annie was once again arguing with the cooks.

You don’t blame her, the cooks the manager hired are shit and so is the quality of the food. It’s a shock that this place hadn’t been shut down yet.

You heard Daryl laugh and the infamous sound of his motorcycle. “I still wanna live another day and get another taste, still thinkin’ of ya.”

Your face immediately became hot, you thought you would break your phone with how tight you were clutching it.

“Daryl!” You harshly whispered.

“I’m an honest man and I’m honest when I say, I wanna bend you over my bike again.”

“I’m at work!”

“That ain’t gonna stop me.”

Annie poked her head around the corner. “Oh yeah, Meredith said that the sheriff wants you. Ain’t taking anybody else.” She disappeared before you could retort.

“That’s my cue.”

“I’ll talk to you later, Judas.” You set your phone in your pocket and looked over your shoulder for a quick glance, right by the window.

Shane sat at the table, looking over the menu as if he hadn’t been here for the hundredth time. You snapped your head back at the coffee machine the second his eyes drifted away from the menu.

You were still reeling from the conversation you had with him before, the two of you hadn’t talked, texted, or called each other. He didn’t stop by whenever he was in the neighborhood, did he feel guilty?

You walked to his table with a pen and notepad in hand. “Hey, Shane, what can I get you?”

“Just the special and a large coffee, nothin’ in it.”

“I’ll get that-”

“Can you give me a minute?” Shane interrupted you.

You looked up from your notepad and lifted an eyebrow. “Somethin’ wrong?”

“Jus’ sit, I won’t be long.”

You sighed. “If I get busted, it’s gonna be on your head, Walsh. I need this job.”

Shane chuckled. “You could always become a stay at home wife.”

You scoffed, clicking your pen. “Yeah? Who the hell’s gonna deal with my bullshit?”

“Me as your husband.”

Your heart sank into your stomach. “What?” You needed to bite this in the bud, like Amy said. “Look Shane, I don’t think-”

“You say that but what ‘bout later? Down the line? What happens when the jackass becomes borin’? Or worse? Hurts you?”

You could only shake your head in disbelief, Daryl was many things. He’s wild, secretive, and could be distant at times but he would never hurt you.

“Seriously? Do you really think that low of Daryl?! You don’t even know him.”

“Do you even know him?”

“That’s-”

“Do you know where the guy lives or any idea what he does for a livin’?” Shane then grabbed your wrist to pull you closer, his hot breath hitting your face. “I know you, (Y/n). I know that you like to chase after people who ain’t good for you and you know it! He’s one of them. And I know you’re better and safer with me.”

“I don’t-!”

“Pardon me!” Annie made you both jump back, Shane releasing his tightening grip. “Are you lovebirds done arguing?”

“Annie-!”

“Because we would like you to keep the volume down or take it outside.” Annie cut you off before you could even explain. “Or you can get back to work and not lose this job.”

“I’m sorry.” You mumbled, scurrying off to the kitchen.

Annie’s eyes turned to Shane who she glared at. “You ain’t good for her. Not even close.” She turned on her heel and followed you.

She found you in the break room, rubbing your arms and taking deep breaths. She could see it in your eyes, the slight anger.

“Need me to ask Miguel to toss that guy out?” Annie placed a hand on your shoulder.

“No, no.” You waved her off, your hands now fidgeting with your fingers. “I don’t know what that was.”

“That was a glimpse of an asshole.” Annie explained. “And a jealous one from what I heard, no ‘mout of therapy can fix that man.”

“You could never know-”

“I know ‘em (Y/n).”

“He’s probably cooled off by now.” You took one final deep breath. “I’m jus’ gonna hear what else he gotta say then I’m done, I’m out of here.”

“Workin’ or him?”

“Most likely both.”

Meredith peered into the break room. “Think she’s gonna reject him?”

Annie shook her head, her hands on her hips as she took a couple steps out the break room, seeing you sit back down with Shane. “The girl loves thrill and danger. Safety is never in her handbook.”

“Worried for ‘er?”

“I’m scared shitless.”

“Look, (Y/n) I know I ain’t your type of guy. But it could all change.” Shane explained.

“I ain’t got time for this, I ain’t got time for whatever you’re dreamin’ of. It’s all it is, a dream.”

“You don’t understand.”

“I do.” You retracted your hand when he went for it, speaking as sternly as you could without drawing the attention of customers. “And if you understand, you would stop askin’ ‘bout this guy.”

“I’ll understand when I get the chance to show you that a life with me is a safer choice than whatever you have with that guy.”

You groaned, was he really going to do this to himself? “You would rather be in a loveless marriage?”

“It ain’t gonna be loveless. What I’m askin’ you to do is to go out with me.”

“HE SAID WHAT?!” Andrea snatched the pillow that hid your frustrated expression, she threw it behind her and asked the same question again, even louder if possible.

“You heard me.” You mumbled.

You didn’t know how to feel other than uncomfortable. The lump in your throat didn’t want to leave, making you feel bothered.

“What did you say?!”

“Didn’t say anythin’, told me to think ‘bout it.”

“Dammit (Y/n)!”

“I know!” You stopped her before she could scold you. “I know I should’ve said no!”

“But you gotta admit, he’s gotta be loaded with cash.”

“...He kinda is.”

“S-Seriously?”

You nodded, you grabbed another pillow to squeeze at, trying to sooth yourself. “There would be times where Shane would pay for my expenses, like rent and water.”

“Oh he’s serious ‘bout you.”

“That’s the sad part. Even if things didn’t work out with Daryl, I don’t want Shane to be a second option jus’ ‘cause I couldn’t have Daryl or it becomes borin’. I wanna be sure that if I choose Shane, it’s gotta be true.”

You jumped at the sound of the wine bottle being popped open, you stared at Andrea as she poured you a rather large glass of wine.

“Then go see Shane.”

“Y’know I can’t-”

“See Shane and see how you feel. If nothin’ changes or worse comes to worst, you feel repulsed, then tell ‘im. You can continue to see Daryl with Shane hanging over your head.”

Andrea pushed the glass into your hands. “And what if it doesn’t? What if I end up fallin’ for him?”

“Then you could lose a man you love or a man who’s only sticking ‘round when he needs you to blow or fuck.”

“Daryl doesn’t seem like the type.”

“Then that’s worse, choosing between two guys is a fuckin’ nightmare.”

‘Im on my way’

You read the text again from Shane, silently hoping all of this was just a dream and you never heard Shane asking you out.

You shut your phone and stared into the mirror, you sighed, taking your tenth pair of earrings off. You were annoyed with yourself, how hard was it to say no? Especially to Shane?

The knocking on your door made you annoyed even more, you weren’t in the mood for a guest but it dropped when you saw Carl with Rick… Carl with Rick.

You opened your door. “Hey Rick.” Then you turn to the boy. “Carl!”

Carl quickly wrapped his arms around you, nearly knocking you down. You could never stay mad at the boy.

Rick stepped in and closed your door. “I’m callin’ in a favor.”

“Shoot.” You said, managing to get his arms off to get him a little snack.

“Lori’s mom canceled on us and I know your workin’ tomorrow. I was hopin’ if you could look after Carl after your shift. Jus’ for a couple hours.”

“It’s no problem, you know I don’t mind takin’ care of your rascal.”

“Hey!” His shout made you stick out your tongue at him playfully.

“So… What’s gotcha all dolled up? Goin’ out with that guy?”

“What guy-? How did you know I was talkin’ to someone?” Rick fumbled over his words. “Grimes.”

“Shane, he was worried ‘bout you.”

“Jeez, y’know I can take care of myself.”

“Said that last time, remember what happened?”

You rolled your eyes. “It was once.”

“Three times, three guys who broke your heart.”

“It was nothin’. They were nothin’. They jus’ broke up with me, nothin’ crazy.”

“You say that now but what if it’s different?” Rick pulled you away from Carl and whispered. “What if he has a criminal record or is involved in some deep shit?”

“I can find that out.”

“And so can I but quicker, jus’ give me a name.”

“I ain’t gonna give you shit, Grimes.” You walked back to Carl. Your smile came back as you watched Carl become happy when you let him get some more.

Rick wanted to get it out of you, but if he couldn’t get it out of you, surely Carl could.

You could never say no to him.

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[tearsucry]

— °˖ ⊹ ꒰ 🌿 ꒱ tearing up old wounds ; addison montgomery (grey’s anatomy)

#.                   ( season 3 episode 14 ) you woke up after inhaling the neuro toxic from the colon cancer patient’s surgery, and addison was stupid enough to run in after the patient’s anesthesia was wearing off, ripping up bandages from old wounds

content warning;      suggestive content, afab reader, implied homewrecker! reader, age-gap (reader is in the same intern year as meredith), mention of surgeries, blood, intubation,

a/n.                                        I had this little idea while rewatching the show, I fell in love with addison all over again, ugh she is so hot- enjoy

everything was foggy, you still felt nauseous, you were still shivering even under the thick blanket, and the oxygen mask on your face felt more suffocating than the heavy feeling in your chest. blinking, moving your head around and trying to figure out where the heck you are.

“I thought you were on burk’s service today.” you heard an all too familiar voice coming from your side, faint, and sort of mumbled, but you knew who it was, you knew exactly who it was. you felt weak, struggled to move your hand up to your face to rub your eyes, to help yourself to see better.

“you went in there…” you croak, taking a shaky breath in as you spot her green eyes in the haze of your vision. you gulp again, trying to compensate for how dry your nose and mouth feel because of the oxygen mask. she is right in front of you, if you could just

you can tell by her blurry appearance and her messy red hair. she looks so tired and worn out, like every muscle in her body aches, just like yours does, and just like that realization makes you wonder if maybe you should have requested to stay on her service, maybe this whole thing wouldn't have happened with the two of you. “I did.” she whispers, her throat hoarse and scratchy.

“but i couldn't watch her suffer, fight against the intubation like that..."  her voice trails off, and her hand reaches out for you, as if she wants to touch your face, caress your cheek but can't bring herself to do it. "i couldn't let her feel so scared, miserable." she sits up and leans on the bed next to you, reaching out to tuck some strand of hair behind your ear. “what do you mean?” you ask, not understanding whatever she is hinting at. you'd know because you were in her position once after your surgery, the surgery you had to get after a psych patient went rogue, dressing up as another surgeon then going around, and stabbing people in the stomach.

but then you remember-

she was there when you were fighting against the intubation, you remember it clearly. the same green eyes were staring at you, frightened above the rim of the surgical mask. the same lips formed the words, "you will be okay," over and over again. you try hard not to cry as you recall the events, because even though you are happy, you're also afraid.

"can we... can you lay next to me?"  you finally manage to say, because you're starting to become restless from being trapped under this blanket, sitting still isn't really appealing anymore. "of course, i'm here darling." she smiles softly, and you could swear you're seeing her tears glisten in the dim light of the room.

addison shifts in her bed again, putting the green strap around her head then getting up to lay next to you on your bed. you catch doctor bailey rolling her eyes at the nurse's station before coming over and closing the curtain around the two of you.  your breathing has gotten steadier, your heart feels calmer, and you close your eyes slowly as you settle into her embrace, inhaling deeply the scent of her scrubs, smelling like a freshly sterilized operating room.

her heartbeat slows down to match the beat of your own and you sigh contently, relaxing in her arms. “thank you.” you whisper quietly. she kisses the top of your head. you don’t think there is anything she wouldn’t give to make sure you are alright. “no need to thank me, sweetheart.” she murmurs softly, wrapping her arm around you tighter. your fingers are laced together now, her thumb rubbing soothing circles on your skin.

[poisonousroxstar]

I haven't seen many writers for Cyberpunk on here! Could I possibly request yandere Meredith Stout hcs, please?

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Yandere Meredith Stout

Contains: yandere themes, abuse of power, a brief sexual mention.

Thanks for sending in this request! There really isn't much content for cyberpunk, so I'm happy to supply some! (Feel free to send in some request for the game!)

Total power abuser, especially if you're male. She'll use every asset she has at her disposal to make sure you're stuck in her clutches; blackmail, threats, manipulation - you name it, she'll use it against you. If you have any loved ones or precious things, Meredith is more than willing to wave their safety above your head to make sure you're compliant.

Meredith will treat a male or masculine darling a bit more harshly than a female or feminine darling, due to her dominant and power-driven nature. As a yandere, it's hard to tell the difference, but it's in the subtle moments that you can pick up on it; the way her touch is softer for a feminine darling then the grip she has on a masculine darling. How her voice is just a bit more gentler.

Rivals aren't a thing with her, she'll make them disappear like a goddman magician. If she even catches a whiff that someone might be interested in you, she's quickly going to act. Torture, maiming, blackmail, the works. No one is allowed to touch you. Only her.

Despite her rough and extremely controlling nature, Meredith does truly care about you. There's always the constant fear of you leaving her or dying in the back of her mind, which is why she's as extreme in keeping you by her side. More likely than not, Meredith keeps you somewhere safe.

It's not always a living hell with Meredith. As long as you listen and obey her, Meredith can be much more tolerable. She'll spoil you with gifts and luxuries, especially after a long time of absence due to her work with Militech. If the relationship is more romantic and you've been especially good and compliant, Meredith will definitely have a lot of sex with you. It serves as a stress relief for her, and watching her magic work on you is pure dopamine.

There's some level of control you have over Meredith due to her infatuation and trust in you. If you play your cards carefully, you can worm out all sorts of intel from her and have certain things go your way. But remember, Meredith is a corpo with an extremely short fuse for everyone - including you. Be very careful with the woman.

[whump-tr0pes]

Honor Bound 6 - 26

This is a series. Start here, continued from here.

This is a sequel to Honor Bound, Honor Bound 2, Honor Bound 3, Honor Bound 4, Honor Bound 5, and the prequel Vera.

AO3

Masterlist

Contents: PTSD, past captivity, references to being unsure of reality, thoughts of murder, self-harm themes, bad reaction to discovering self-harm, harm reduction, recovery

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Isaac felt better already, knowing there was a locked door between him and the rest of the world. He had locked it behind Vera and Tori as they came in with tonight’s dinner: a hearty shepherd’s pie with rich bites of tender chicken, carrots, and potatoes all in a mouthwatering gravy. Once he had locked the front door, he had walked to the back door and made sure – for the second or third time since he’d gotten home – that it was still locked. It was, but it didn’t hurt to be so sure.

Edrissa had gotten into the house through the unlocked back door and then held a knife to Gavin’s throat. Isaac would have to be stupid to not check, and recheck, and check again.

Isaac sat on one side of Gavin on the couch, and Gray sat on the other. Vera, Sam, and Tori sat sandwiched on the other couch. Now that everyone was finished with dinner, Gavin leaned against Isaac’s side, and Isaac’s arm was slung over his shoulders. Gavin wasn’t shivering for the first time since they’d left the house that morning. Isaac was sated on two large slices of shepherd’s pie.

And yet, he ached to be holding his gun. The concerned glances Vera was throwing him weren’t helping.

“Thank you so much for bringing dinner,” Gray said, finally breaking the silence. “Did you make the pie, or buy it in town?”

“Bought it,” Vera said with a chuckle. “I appreciate your faith in us, but after everything… um. Recently.” She gave a stiff shrug. “Neither of us have felt like cooking.” She smiled tiredly at Tori over Sam’s head.

Gray let out a huff. “Same here,” they said gently. “But we’ve all been… through a lot. I don’t think anyone’s expecting anyone else to be out there crafting gourmet meals.”

“Except Edrissa,” Vera said tightly. “Apparently she’s been, uh… helping Meredith out. With the pies at the general store. Spending most of her time there, actually.”

“Really,” Gray said. Their tone was perfectly even.

Isaac’s hand tightened into a fist as the image of her flashed through his mind – cowering behind Gavin in that bathroom, eyes wild and streaming, clutching herself, looking terrified, as if she was the fucking victim and not the one pressing a knife to a man’s throat hard enough to draw blood just seconds before.

To Gavin’s throat.

His jaw ached and he swallowed hard. He forced himself to release his fist and brushed his lips to Gavin’s temple instead. He felt Vera’s eyes on him the whole time. He cleared his throat.

Sam wet their lips and leaned forward, seeming to sense the tension. “We’ve been keeping things as calm as possible here,” they said with a glance at Isaac. “Mostly just… sleeping.” They laughed. “All of us. Mostly Gray.”

“I don’t appreciate the accusation,” Gray said good-naturedly. “Although, god, I’ve never slept so much in my life.”

“What about you, Gavin?” Tori said softly. She reached over the back of the couch and rested a hand on Vera’s shoulder. “How are you sleeping?”

Gavin relaxed further against Isaac’s side and drew in a deep breath, thinking. “Well,” he murmured. “Better than in… than with Schiester. That’s definitely for sure. But…” Isaac bit his lip and waited for the second shoe to drop. “…it’s… sometimes hard to tell where I am. When I wake up.”

Isaac’s heart twisted. He knew all too well the things Gavin said, and fucking believed, when he wasn’t sure if he was staring at Isaac himself or merely a figment of his own imagination.

“D-don’t you want to… to punish me? …you want to, right? It’s… Isaac, it’s… it’s okay. It’s not… real, I know that. You can do… whatever you want. I can give that to you… if you want. I know it doesn’t really help you… But it’s what I have. P-please don’t stop touching me. Please… Isaac… please, this… this feels better than… a-anything he does to me.”

Shame clogged Isaac’s throat. His fingers itched for his knife. Fuck.

“Yeah,” Vera was saying. “Yeah, that’s… that’s the hardest part, I think. After. The waking up and not knowing, for a while.”

Isaac’s head snapped up. Vera held Gavin’s gaze, and he stared at her with an understanding that Isaac had never shared. Even though everyone except for Gray had been held captive, tortured, collared – what Gavin and Vera shared now was different. They had both been taken, punished by a sadist, had their minds broken down by pain and time – and drugs, in Gavin’s case. They had been kept in a basement, shackled for use because it brought a madman pleasure.

And they had both been alone.

Isaac’s hand shook as he slid it into Gavin’s and squeezed.

“Does that ever go away?” Gavin murmured, as if he had forgotten anyone else was there. Tears shone in his eyes.

“Yes,” Vera answered immediately. Then, she said, “Mostly. Months or years go by, and then you’ll have a shitty day or a bad nightmare and you’ll wake up not knowing where you are again. But the thing that matters is, it passes. And you’re always, always out once it passes.”

“Unless I get taken again,” Gavin whispered as the tears spilled over. “Like you did. Twice.” He shuddered and muffled a sob against Isaac’s shoulder.

Isaac’s arms wound around him in a trembling embrace, pulling Gavin into his lap. Vera stared at the floor, chewing on her lip.

She was taken again three times, if you count the time she went in to save Tori and killed Joseph Stormbeck to escape.

Isaac bit his tongue and shook his head to clear the thought.

“Alright, scootch over,” Tori mumbled as she crossed the living room to drop into the spot where Gavin had been sitting, gently laying a hand on Gavin where he now sat shivering on Isaac’s lap. She pulled the blanket off the back of the couch and draped it across Gavin’s shoulders. “There, better?”

Gavin nodded with his face pressed to Isaac’s neck. His tears streamed into the neckline of Isaac’s shirt. He wrapped Gavin up again, carefully tucking him in, and glanced at Tori inquisitively.

Tori nodded at Vera. “She’s a lot more sensitive to cold when she’s in the thick of it,” she said gently. “And he’s got goosebumps.”

“No shit?” Vera said. “Is that why you always get a blanket when I’m having a bad day?”

The corner of Tori’s mouth curved up. “Yes, dear, that’s why I always get a blanket when you’re having a bad day.”

Vera raised her eyebrows. “No shit,” she mumbled.

“Schiester k-kept the basement cold,” Gavin muttered into Isaac’s neck. “If I wanted blankets I had to… t-tell him things.”

All the blood drained from Isaac’s face. “What… kinds of things?” he croaked.

“Confessions,” Gavin whimpered. “I… I don’t think most of them were true. I don’t remember. I didn’t care. I was cold. Ziegler told me most of the things I admitted to weren’t true.”

“Who the fuck is Ziegler and are we killing them?” Vera said, sitting up straight and staring at Isaac. “Someone who knew you were down there?”

“Y-yes,” Gavin managed through a particularly violent shudder. “He… he didn’t… hurt me as much. And he… let me go.”

Vera’s eyes went wide. “Like—”

“Not like Ryan,” Isaac said sternly. Tears glittered on Vera’s eyelashes. “Just a guard who decided not to kill me when I was pulling Gavin out.”

“He didn’t hurt me,” Gavin said in a small voice. “He… he could have but he… didn’t.”

“But—”

“Fair enough, Gavin,” Vera interrupted. She shot Isaac a glare. “I get it. That can be enough to keep you sane. Just one person who doesn’t want to hurt you as much as the others.”

Gavin nodded weakly against Isaac’s neck. Isaac tried to meet Vera’s glare, but she shot daggers at him and he faltered. Tori’s hand moved in small, gentle circles on Gavin’s back.

“No one’s taking you again,” Isaac whispered against Gavin’s hair. His arms shook with how hard he squeezed Gavin. “No one. You’re safe, alright? You’re… you’re safe.”

As soon as Edrissa is dealt with—

I wonder if I could get to her before anyone realizes what I’ve done—

“You’re okay, Gavin,” Tori said gently, her hair mingling with his as she leaned in close. “We’ve got you.”

“Y-yeah,” Gavin heaved, and shuddered violently. His hand wrapped around Isaac’s wrist. “Yeah. I’m out.”

Edrissa’s the one who last made him question where he was. I’m going to fucking—

“What the fuck is that?” Vera snapped from her place on the couch.

Isaac’s head shot up and he glanced around the room, ready to neutralize the threat. He met Vera’s eyes and realized she was looking at him – no, not at him.

At his arm.

The sleeve was pulled up slightly on his forearm, exposing a scar left by Gavin’s knife – and the cut he himself had made over it, not five days ago. The angry line flared red in the dim light, and it was devastatingly obvious what it was.

Isaac dragged the sleeve down over the cut, obscuring his entire hand. “Nothing,” he growled.

“Isaac, fuck,” Vera breathed. She rose from the couch and stood over Isaac, staring down at him, looking stricken. “That…” Her hand shot out and she grabbed his wrist, pulling the sleeve up to reveal the line of cuts up and down Isaac’s arm.

Isaac yanked his arm out of Vera’s grasp, cringing back into the couch. Gavin slid off his lap and partially onto Tori. Isaac couldn’t even look at Tori; he could barely bring himself to look at Vera, who stared down at him in horror.

“It’s nothing,” Isaac pleaded with a broken voice.

“Vera, let’s respect Isaac’s desire for privacy,” Gray said, a little weakly.

Isaac could feel Gavin’s gaze drilling holes into the side of his head. He blinked back tears and swallowed hard against the shame strangling him. Slowly, he opened his mouth to speak.

Vera beat him to it. “I… told you not to punish yourself,” she said. She held her hands lamely out to her sides. “You said you wouldn’t—”

“No, I didn’t,” Isaac said through his teeth. “I never said that.”

Vera shook her head. “But—”

“I wouldn’t have said that,” Isaac said. His voice was fading, cracking under the pressure of Vera’s gaze. Having Gavin so close to him, feeling all eyes in the room on him, on his arms, safely hidden again under his long sleeves, was too much to bear. He swallowed again, hoping his dinner would stay down. “I never lied to you.”

“I n-never said you did,” Vera croaked. Her hands were in fists at her sides now. “I… how long?”

Isaac shook his head. He glanced at Sam, who stared right back at him. A quiet sort of pain pinched their mouth. “I… would really rather not have this conversation,” he said thickly.

“Yeah, I bet you wouldn’t,” Vera breathed. She sniffed and lifted her chin against the tears that glittered in her eyes. “Isaac… why didn’t you tell me?”

“What, and have you react like this?” He meant to snarl the words, but they came out weak and pathetic sounding.

She nodded slowly. “You’re right,” she murmured. “That’s… that’s fair. I’m sorry, I… This isn’t… how I should be reacting.”

“Let’s everyone take a breath,” Gray said softly. “Vera, do you want to sit down?”

Vera returned to her couch on stiff legs and fell to her seat beside Sam. Isaac could breathe a little easier, without her standing over him. Gavin crawled back onto his lap and wrapped his arms around Isaac’s neck.

“Sorry,” Vera said flatly. She drew in a deep inhale and let it out in a gusty breath. “Sorry. That’s… probably the last fucking thing you needed.”

“Yeah,” Isaac said. He shrank as Gavin laid his head on his shoulder.

“Isaac, can I touch you?” Tori said. Isaac jumped, but relaxed a little when he met her eyes. Her gaze was soft, sad, but not filled with horror. Not like Vera’s. He nodded, and she laid a gentle hand on his shoulder.

“I’m really sorry,” Vera whispered. “That was… I wish I could take that back.” She wiped her eyes and sat up, taking another deep breath. “That was shitty of me.”

“No,” Isaac grumbled. His arms stung as if all the cuts were brand new. He longed to scratch at the ones that itched, but he couldn’t bear to draw any more attention to them. He swallowed tightly. “I should never have…” He couldn’t finish the sentence.

“No.” Vera held up a shaking hand. “Don’t… don’t do that.” She raked her fingers through her hair and stared at the floor. “Um…”

Isaac couldn’t bring himself to say any of the things that were echoing through his head:

I know this hurts you. I know I did it because I’m weak. I know I would never have had to do it if I had just kept my family safe in the first place. I know…

He knew right where his knife was, too. Gray had taken the one he usually used, but he had another in his pack. All he would have to do is—

“Boy I wish someone else would say something,” Vera said with a broken laugh.

Gray leaned forward with a warm glance toward Isaac. “Did you hear Sam is going to be staying with us?” they said, without missing a beat. Isaac could have cried with gratitude at no longer being the subject of discussion.

Tori beamed and glanced at Sam. “I didn’t hear that! That’s so great.” Her voice was tighter than Gray’s, but it was still light. Isaac felt a wash of gratitude for her, too.

“Yeah,” Sam said. They sounded so tired. But happy, too. “Yeah, I talked to Zachariah about it and… I’m going to be staying here for a while.” They grinned at Isaac. “The foreseeable future.”

“That’s awesome,” Vera said, with only a little flatness to her voice.

“We’re definitely happy about it,” Gray said with a smile.

“It’ll be really nice to… to have you here, Sam,” Isaac croaked. He rearranged his face into what was probably a smile and willed the darkness in his chest to dissipate. “It’ll be nice to be together.” His arms tightened around Gavin as he said it.

Sam nodded, their expression brightening further. “We were worried about where I was going to sleep, but…” They patted the couch cushion next to them. “Turns out this couch is extremely comfortable. After how long we spent on the road, just about anything feels good.”

“You slept on my floor on an air mattress for months,” Tori said with a laugh. “Anything is better than that.”

“Even sleeping on the ground during winter?” Sam said with a mischievous smile. All at once, the exhaustion around their eyes faded away, and they looked like themself again. They looked like the Sam Isaac had always known.

“Depends on the winter,” Tori said. “In the south it wasn’t bad.”

“I’ll take the air mattress,” Vera interjected, raising her hand. “If I get a say.”

“Yeah, because it was on my floor,” Tori shot back with a conspiratory grin.

Everyone laughed at that, even Isaac. He felt the cold fist around his heart loosen a bit, then fall away entirely. As he looked around at the people he loved, feeling Gavin’s warm weight in his lap and Gray’s shoulder brushing his, he could breathe a little easier. He could survive another few minutes without his knife.

Perhaps he could go without it entirely, tonight. It would still be there in the morning if he needed it, and he figured he would. But… maybe then he could just hold some ice instead, if he didn’t need it too badly. What he knew for sure, though, was that he didn’t need the knife tonight.

With his family around him, alive, safe… he could go without the knife for a little longer.

Continued here

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[glxybld-mustdie]

That’s it I spent the last 10 minutes looking at stories and I gathered this informations:

1. GERARD. IS. SO. CUTE. he’s my girlfriend and I love him so much (@the-sun-personified sorry hun ily too but understand me on this)

2. MIKEY WAS ON STAGE WHILE FOB PLAYED AND HE WAS SCREAMING THNKS FR TH MMRS THAT SONG IS OBVIOUSLY ABOUT HIM

3. THANK YOU MEREDITH I REALLY NEEDED SOME ANDY CONTENT TODAY (also love the fob bracelet she has I’m gonna copy it so bad)

4. FRANKIEROPICSSS DESERVES AN AWARD I WANNA KISS THEM ON THE FOREHEAD FOR ALL THE FRANK CONTENT FROM THE FEST

5. FOB POSTED PICS AND THEYRE COOL GO CHECK YALL

6. THEY ALL LOOK SO HOT IM GONNA CRY MYSELF TO SLEEP TONIGHT THANK YOU

alright I think that’s it thank you for coming to my rant

[splashink-games]

Cassette Beasts?

Cassette Beasts is a creature-collecting game by Bytten Studio! Record monsters on tapes, become a Ranger, and find the way off of New Wirral in this amazing adventure!

Spoilers below the cut!!

So I had a plan to write this review before I even finished the game. It was just that good. But! I managed to hold off until I at least finished the main game. Next goal: 100% and DLC! And also buying the OST when I have the chance.

Now, I'm not putting this off until the middle of the review: every musical track in this game is a certified banger. I absolutely loved the music of the game. As one person put it (while I was looking for the OST), I just didn't get tired of the music. And that's a pretty big win for a game where you have so, so many encounters and only a handful of tracks to play.

The way they implement the music is also impressive because it's narratively important. The lyrics work their way in when a fusion happens and during big story battles. The town theme's music plays when you're indoors. Plus the lyrics just feel right with its tones and atmosphere. Also the difference between the few main battle themes is just enough for one to feel more tense/exciting than the others. Just an overall great thing they have going on with the audio.

Okay with that out of the way!

Cassette Beasts is a solid game, actually pretty high tier.

Mechanically, I've seen people compare it to Pokemon. I feel like it's like a mix of Pokemon and Persona. You can record the monsters, remaster (evolve) them at five stars, with some having having special evolution requirements. Monsters can show up as bootlegs, where they're a type other than its base type, which is just like shiny hunting but more (cause there's like 12 types). And I've already killed a plastic bootleg by accident...

The moves (stickers) are mix and match, mostly according to typing. I'm pretty into it cause I love giving my party members all sorts of type coverage. I haven't particularly gone into finding weird strategies yet other than AP Refund, but I can see some cool ones thanks to needing to battle all 12 Ranger Captains.

And then you can fuse! Which I thought was interesting, and it adds an ace to go to when you're in a pinch. But you fusing means that wild monsters (and other rangers) can fuse too. Those provide some fun challenges and opportunities to find bootlegs, plus progression in post-game.

Did I mention that this game is also like a Metroidvania? Capturing certain monsters gives up to 6 overworld movement abilities and I think that's pretty neat. All of them have their uses and none of them are niche, which is a win.

The story was pretty interesting! Dropping in onto a mysterious island and trying to find a way back home is nice and simple and all the detail added around it make it engaging. The Archangels are wildly uncomfortable which I didn't expect and I loved it. Despite loving it, it still did come out of nowhere but greatly forgiven because it was right at the start (and not some random turn in the middle).

The pacing was a bit off for me though because I got like 5 out of 8 song pieces before I even defeated 4 captains or even met all the partner characters. I also don't know how relationship progress works other than fight things and rest. Thinking about it now, there's probably a reason why there a speedrun timer in that you don't have to play through all the content (8/9 archangels, no captains?), I guess.

I liked the references to all sorts of topics throughout the story and I think it's pretty interesting for the characters to be from different timelines. It makes it easy to explain weird inconsistencies.

Funny thing I did by accident for end game's story: I switched out Meredith's Regensea with an Aeroboros cause I wanted her starter in my party. And boy did that choice bite back later lol.

Graphics are also solid. The 3D world with 2D sprites reminds me of Octopath Traveller. I appreciate the non-pixel portrait art for the characters, but I would've liked it either way. The designs of the monsters and the characters are all great! Honestly, I should take some notes from them since even if there's 15+ characters, they still all have very specific designs and personalities to match.

The detail in the world is great too, like the light reflecting off the puddle or the fog that rolls in and the rain. So like weather in general.

Also, as a note just for me, I liked the fonts and font effects that they used. Very cool.

Cassette Beasts is a quality creature-collecting game! If you need another Pokemon/Digimon/Persona, here's a game for you. Or if you just want a cool turn-based RPG with cool music, that's cool too.

As always,

Enjoy gaming!

[iknowshocker]

can you tell us more about your bonkai inspired novel you mentioned you’re querying?

hi anon!! thank you so much for asking - this project is really special to me and talking about it makes me so giddy lol

this is part of my current query letter:

Her last name is a question, his is a curse. 

Once every century, the witches of the world gather together to hold the perilous Witch Trials. The best and brightest amongst them compete in teams of two, until a final fight to the death between the strongest pair leaves one lucky witch in control of the world’s magic.

For nearly six hundred years, an Attwood male has held the coveted title of Holder. 

Rhea Hearthstone has spent her life cataloging the histories of other witches, keeping close tabs on the nine covens that inhabit the world outside her door. Orphaned young and sent to live with her grandmother, she has contented herself with living a nearly normal life. Or as close to one as an overpowered witch with magic that refuses to listen to the simplest of commands can hope for, at least. 

Elijah Attwood, the eldest of eight in an ancient and powerful family, has always known his destiny was to die young. It was supposed to be his twin sister, Meredith, who dealt the final blow. But when she falls mysteriously ill and he is forced to pick a new partner for the upcoming Trials, there is only one obvious choice: the third member of their childhood trio and the only other witch he’s ever allowed himself to love.

Eli, Meredith, and Rhea built their friendships on trust. It shattered the year Meredith fell ill and Eli decided it was time to leave Rhea behind. When the secrets that have held the Attwoods together for centuries threaten to finally tear their mysterious house to the ground, Rhea will be forced to choose.

Will she forgive the boy she once loved, even after he broke her heart – or will she stand against him, carving a place in the magical history books under the Hearthstone name, for once?

[zyrafowe-sny]

December 4th WIP Wednesday Game Community Answered Asks — Fluff-cember & Unspecified

Thanks, all — I posted a (slightly belated) fic for Fluffcember Day 1:

burnt to perfection (400 words) by Jagodzianka Fandom: Nimona (2023), Nimona (Webcomic) Rating: General Audiences

@meggiejolly

There. Four cheerful mugs, filled with four cheerful drinks. Three hot chocolates — one with some chili — and one peppermint rose chai.

@catboy-jupiter

"Don't forget the marshmallows!" Nimona called out.

"For me too, please," Ambrosius quickly added.

(As expected, Gregor proclaimed he didn't want any.)

@kalira

Meredith did a quick search of the pantry and emerged victorious. Carefully, she dropped five tiny marshmallows each in two of the mugs.

Two hot chocolates (now with marshmallows), one spicy hot chocolate, and of course her own (seasonal) chai.

@stonemaskedtaliesin

Perfect.

She carried the tray of drinks over to the coffee table, grabbed her mug, and curled up in her wingback armchair. Meredith's tea was a smidge too hot to sip, but she was content to let the mug warm her hands and the steam was a delightful blend of harmonious fragrances.

@spindoctor3875

"What's wrong?" Gregor asked Ambrosius.

Meredith squinted and cocked her head. As far as she could tell, Ambrosius seemed fine, but Gregor certainly knew him better than she did.

@tamsinswriting

"I…uh…at home, at my family's home that is, the marshmallows would always be roasted," Ambrosius said a little sheepishly.

"Roasted marshmallows?" Meredith asked. "Like over a campfire?"

@kallisto-k

They'd made s'mores a few times on excursions outside the Wall, but their Tower didn't (currently) have a fireplace. Perhaps they should add one.

"I don't know, maybe toasted?" Ambrosius ventured. "Definitely gooey and crispy."

@whimsicalmeerkat

Sounds fancy," Nimona chimed in.

"Don't worry about it, it's too much trouble," Ambrosius backtracked apologetically, and hurriedly took a sip which he then clearly regretted, given the expressions he made — Meredith suspected he'd just burnt his tongue.

"You have a blowtorch, don't you, Gregor?"

[nyssasims]

hiya, can i ask what hair and strand highlight you use on your icon sim? thank you so much for sharing your wonderful content with us!

hey there anon! so glad you’re enjoying my blog 😊. here are the two highlights i use for my sim’s hair. they both relatively do the same thing so either is fine, but i do mainly use the @/its-adrienpastel one (they deleted the link to the cc so i made a new for you)

1. maddison hair acc 2. casey hairstyle acc

here are also some of my fav hairs these highlights work with:

1.rowan 2. jennie 3. sabrina 4. blair 5. delilah

6. casey 7. kiki 8. sally 9. dorothy 10. louise

11. amelia 12. clarice 13. juliette 14. nevy 15. maddison

16. rihannon 17. meredith 18. naia 19. violet v1 20. aurora

21. brooke 22. shelley 23. shelley v2 24. eth v2 25. eth v1

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DPxTheOffice

"He's gonna sell it all 'cause he's Danny Phantom"

that's so fucking funny, i hate how much i love this!! i have made it way too long, rip to my five sentence rule - there's such a goldmine of content here lmao

👻

"I'd say it's been going on for... about a month now?"

"Two months," Sam interrupts. "It started just after your parents came in, remember?"

"Oh, Ancients, yeah, them. I can't believe I forgot that."

"Yeah, dude, it's thanks to them that this all started!" Tucker's practically vibrating in his chair, far too cheerful about the whole thing.

"Yeah," Danny sighs, looking directly into the camera. "Thank you, Mom and Dad. Thank you very much."

"Danny's parents are ghost hunters, which, as you can imagine, got Michael very excited. And very into ghosts. He accused Meredith of haunting him the other day, now he keeps spraying her with holy water and yelling 'Begone, foul spectre!' He's really taken a liking to Danny's parents."

"Can't imagine why."

"Yeah, and then—then—" Tucker dissolves into laughter, wheezing as he tries to catch his breath. "Then he brings in that personal trainer! In her yoga pants and crop top, with a pilates ball and everything! Sends her over to—to see Meredith, and then—oh Ancients—then when the woman leaves and Meredith is still there, he locks himself in his office and blasts the Lord's Prayer!"

"We think he mispelt exorcist. Hired someone in exercise instead."

"Exorcists are all phoney, anyway! And PTs are only slightly less phoney, so make sure you do your research and get someone that actually knows what they're doing before you commit, kids." Danny says, pointing down the camera. "That's how I got so jacked."

Both Sam and Tucker share a look before bursting into even more laughter. With a soft smack on his arm, Sam can't help but tease, "Please, you're 5'4" and look like you'd break your arm if you ever picked up a ream of paper. No wonder your sales are so low."

"Wow, that's so rude. I can't believe you'd do me like that. I'm 5'4 and a half, thank you."

"That's right, babe, and we love you for it."

Their laughter peters out and the trio slowly pull themselves upright in their chairs, remembering the cameras and the story they're meant to be telling.

"Honestly, thanks to these guys, the past few weeks have been a nightmare."

"Now who's being rude? At least this is one of those fun nightmares that you can laugh about later."

"Nope, this is a normal nightmare that everytime you think you've woken up from, you get back to work and see your boss dressed up in a hazmat suit that your parents sent him and realise that actually, maybe the real nightmare was the work colleagues you made along the way."

"Oh. Yeah, that sounds about right, sorry, Danny."

Tucker puts him on the shoulder and stays silent for a grand total of five seconds before turning back to the camera with an ecstatic grin on his face and a deep breath.

"Anyway, everytime one of us goes into Michael's office, we sneak something off his desk and blame ghosts. Sam's hidden some speakers in the ceiling that play recordings of her crying on a timer."

"I should have been an actor. I also got some of the warehouse guys in on it, so everytime Michael goes down there they'll throw a box or two around and make some ghostly moans. Didn't even ask why, they just agreed."

Sam's back to looking very proud of herself. Danny's back to cradling his head in his hands.

"Is that why Boxy's been about lately? Guys, seriously? I need to sleep!"

The only answer he gets is a shrug as Tucker turns back to the camera.

"Oh, and I've also installed a script on his computer so that whenever he types the word 'ghosts'—or 'goats', again, he's not really great at typing—his screen starts getting all staticky and closes down. He shrieks everytime, it's so funny!"

"I wonder if he'll go with a different PT to exercise his office next?"

"We should suggest P90X—your office ghost free in three months or your money back!"

Sam and Tucker are both burst into laughter, sinking deeper into their chairs as Danny just shakes his head. It takes a solid minute for the two to calm down, and more than one pointed question from the producer to get them back on track.

"Where's it going? Does it really have to go anywhere? Can't the joy of the bit be destination enough?"

"I wish it would go away," Danny groans, still not lifting his head. "I get enough of ghost hunting in my free time, I don't need it here, too."

"I've changed Danny's employee file to list him as deceased just to see how long it takes Michael to notice."

"Seriously? Tucker, really? That's—"

"Genius, Tuck. And then we can be all: 'Michael, what are you on about? Danny's been dead for three years!' I can't wait to see his face!"

"You guys know that Dwight's going to actually try to end me if he finds out, right? Pretty sure Dad slipped him a Fenton blaster before he left."

"You know what they say," Tucker says, grinning directly down the camera, "'Gaslight, Ghost them, Get pranked, boss!'"

[flickertheory]

i am now desperate for your 3-hour rant about “the addison returns to grey sloan to do fetal surgery" episode”

i need this in my life diane don’t leave me hanging

so basically

I would die for addison (look, the mix between "diane realizes she likes girls" and "diane is very enthusiastic about female characters with red hair" is just a venn diagram.)

her season 18 (and/or s19??? don't remember) episodes on grey's anatomy aren't ALL bad. she gets to touch on her emotional hurt / her difficulty in parenting / her burnout / her relationship to roe v. wade as an OB-GYN who is no longer able to help people the way she knows how to.

she is so GOOD. kate walsh is phenomenal.

BUT there's also this string of episodes where addison is used to propel the plot forward. she has to sit through richard and meredith bickering about job stuff. she has to teach the medical interns because they are, understandably, struggling.

there's literally an episode where a pregnant woman is going through intense emotional pain and addison needs to shout at richard webber (I HATE HIM) to stop being so self-centered. Because addison needs to focus on her poor PATIENT, not richard's ego and his fixation on yelling at meredith

(look i am aware people dislike meredith but I just kind of like her, okay? she's not a character I love, but i do like her. she is my emotional support character sometimes.)

AND THIS IS SUCH A WASTE OF KATE WALSH'S ACTING TALENT. SHE HAS TO DEAL WITH SQUABBLING PEOPLE AND HANDLE EPISODE-BASED CONFLICTS INSTEAD OF BEING ABLE TO FULLY FOSTER HER RELATIONSHIPS WITH CHARACTERS.

What a fucking waste of a character. She returns after, like, 5 seasons away and you use her to teach some random students she's never met (student characters that the audience is only kind of invested in, by the way!) instead of being able to FULLY see her bond with her old friends.

There is old friend content, THANK GOD (Addison & Meredith, and her with Amelia and Meredith's kids), but we could've had more of it if we didn't waste Kate Walsh's screentime like this!

Like, Addison also has relationships with Webber and Bailey that we wanted to see more of. And we all want more screentime of Addison & Amelia because they're practically sisters.

No one CARES about Addison's relationship with Benson Kwan, for instance, who is NICE but is not, like, a character any of us really know that well. Benson has been on the show for like 1 year.

Anyways Addison's grief and emotional turmoil is great. I love her and cautiously like her return episodes on GA but am so mad that they're wasting some of her screentime on "she needs to work on the medical case" rather than "she gets to build emotional friendships and gets a character arc.

They did this very recently with Arizona Robbins too, AND I'M STILL MAD ABOUT IT

ARIZONA DOES NOT EXIST SO SHE CAN DO SURGERY AND TEACH MINOR CHARACTERS AND GO HOME!!!!!!!!!! GIVE HER AN ARC!

[felicitysmoaksx]

prompt for 25 days of prompts -

Sarah gets attacked by a patient and becomes a patient herself (think Meredith from that one episode of Grey's Anatomy

I love the way you write Sarah especially and there's not enough Sarah content out there ❤️

Hey anon! Thanks so much for the kind words! So I watched Grey's with my sister when I was a teenager, but I hadn't seen the episode you're talking about. Luckily, there are scenes of that episode floating around Tiktok. Hope you enjoy it! For context, this is set in my new One Chicago/The Resident Crossover where Sarah Reese is Nic's half-sister. TW: Assault and inaccurate depictions of medical terminology.

She doesn't even remember how it happened. Not really. One minute she was giving a patient a consult for Dr. Choi. The patient had been combative and agitated since he was admitted to the ED. The next said patient rammed into her and she felt her body slam into the glass wall. There was a sickening crunch, and it was hard to breathe or move.

"Sarah!" She heard Dr. Choi shout. But it sounded faint as if he were far away. "Maggie, get security and I need help in here!"

"Restrain him!" Will's voice shouted. He sounded closer, but there was still a muffle to the words, "Two of Versed and five of Haldol!"

Then finally the man was pulled off of her and someone reached for her. She reached back weakly whimpering. 

"Sarah," her brother-in-law hovered over her cupping her jaw so she would look at him, "What hurts the most?"

But the curly-haired brunette found that she couldn't speak. Her jaw was...it wasn’t attached anymore. She flinched back from Conrad more from the shock than the pain. 

“Oh god,” his voice was low as he realized the extent of her injuries from how slack her jaw was. Her brother-in-law looked up at someone but she couldn’t see who it was because of the light shining in her eyes. “I think he broke her jaw.” 

“Let’s get her to the hybrid OR. From there we can asses the damage further and if she needs surgery we’re already there.” Dr. Rhodes’ voice floated somewhere above her. But that wasn’t the only thing. She could feel it. So she reached out a hand and squeezed Conrad’s wrist as hard as she could manage. Once, twice, three times. When her brother-in-law looked back down at her, Sarah pulled on his wrist until his hand was against her ribs. Conrad swore, “I think a rib or two is also broken.” 

“We need a gurney and a backboard in here! Reese is down!” Connor called and the brunette knew that she was rolled very carefully onto a backboard, but after that, she couldn’t tell you what happened.

[thedroneranger]

The Drone Ranger's Be Kind Rewind ⏪ ereardon Edition!

A rec reblog series dedicated to the fics that we love so much, we've re-read them!

Please enjoy @ereardon's Rewind! One of the biggest joys of this series is when someone pops into my inbox to ask if they can participate. Em was one of those people—thank you 🖤

While we continue to churn out amazing new content, let's be kind and rewind to look at some of the OG content we love! And don't forget to reblog when you re-read! Continue to show your comfort fics and favorite creators some love. It helps keep the fresh content coming :)

Let's keep this going throughout the summer, so if you're interested in participating in the Be Kind Rewind, message me. The more, the merrier!

If you want to know when a new Rewind drops, join the tag list, and check out previous Rewinds!

fics below the cut (listed in alphabetical order by title)

Frustrated, Bradley Bradshaw, @roosterforme Em’s masterlist is literally a masterpiece (seriously go read all of her stuff), so this might seem like a random pick. But it’s the epitome of a slutty one shot for me. Sex in the bar bathroom? Check. Jealousy? Check. Rooster versus Hangman battle for masculinity? Check. If you want to be hot and bothered, this is it y’all. 

Happy Little Accidents, Bob Floyd, @yanna-banana Listen. If someone is gonna knock me up after a one night stand, I need it to be Bob Floyd. Not even kidding. A traditional trope takes on a life of its own with Bob and Zak, a match made in heaven! They’re sweet, they’re spicy, I mean it’s Bobby Floyd as a dad-to-be. What's not to love? 

Killing Me Softly, Bob Floyd, @wkndwlff We love a Bob x Reader x Jake triangle in this household. I also just fucking LOVE a Bob Floyd roommate trope and this story by Taylor has it all! Sweet fluff, angst, Bobby with tattoos?? Bob is down bad for her in this and I love that for him. A sweet read! 

Sugar and Spice, Jake Seresin, @wombtotombx This was the VERY FIRST Tumblr fic I ever read and what brought me into the TGM fandom, so thank you SB! I just love an enemies to lovers story, and Grace and Jake’s relationship is such a push and pull. It also helps that the author has really in-depth knowledge of the Navy, and I’ve learned so much reading their stories! 

The Professor, Jake Seresin, @topguncortez What’s a list like this without a fic from G?? Seriously, she hits it out of the park with this one. Slightly dark, definitely condescending, asshole Jake as a PROFESSOR? Fucking hell get me a fan, I’m sweating. But honestly, their relationship is equal parts spicy and angsty and entirely believable and I just love it so much. Plus, we get a little Rooster and Bob side character action. 

Trouble in Paradise, Bradley Bradshaw, @sunlightmurdock This fic absolutely haunts me, in the best possible way. From the smutty goodness to just the painful realizations throughout and the setting, I always find myself going back to this fic. It’s also one story that literally patrols my thoughts, like it just pops up out of the blue and I love that! Katie’s entire masterlist is my fucking drug so it’s no surprise that I love this story so much, but if you haven’t read this it is a MUST. Also the setting makes it a perfect summer read! 

You Said You’d Grow Old With Me, Bradley Bradshaw, @blue-aconite Don’t want to cry today? Too freaking bad. Fe is going to make you cry with this, and you’ll love her for it. Bradley x soulmate; I said what I said.

Creator's Own

The Off-Season, Jake Seresin Jake and Meredith are just my favorite kind of duo. Both a little broken, both guarded, but too fucking attracted to each other to deny it for long. Also Meredith is the QUEEN of sass and snappy commentary (I aspire to be her). Add in a bit of an age and maturity gap (Jake is 29, Meredith is 23), a remote setting (Bar Harbor, Maine), and a dash of forbidden-ness (Meredith is the sister of Jake’s former college roommate) and you have a take on the classic roommates who hate each other trope but with nuance. But what will happen when the two inevitably fall for each other? 

Tag list and friends: @petcr3 @desert-fern @Sagittarius-Lovewitch @mygyn @sweetwhispersofchaos @horseshoegirl @the-annoying-fan @dingochef @moon42flight @thecitysgraveyard @ereardon @roosterforme @cherrycola27 @galaxy-of-stories @taytaylala12 @malindacath @violyn20 @awildewit @potato-girl99981 @shanimallina87 @blue-aconite @djs8891 @linkpk88 @furiousladyking @daggerspare-standingby @princess76179 @jstarr86 @hecate-steps-on-me @darkheartcherry @soulmates8 @roosters-girl @dempy @roosterisdaddy36 @hangmanscoming @s-u-t @mavrellover91 @chicomonks @averyhotchner 

A kind reminder, this is a 18+ blog. While not all stories in the recommendation list are 18+, please respect boundaries and do not interact unless you are 18 years of age or older.

[lovelykiitsune]

❞𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐔𝐩 - synopsis: Devil Butlers kids stealing and dressing up like their dad

❞warning: bad grammars + Akuneko kids are fictional and not canon, they're my ocs + Fluff + minors injuries (not serious)

a/n: reuploaded from my old deleted blog, but please enjoy the old dilf!aknk content <3

You and Muu relaxing in your bedroom, peacefully and quietly. The children are helping their father with the chores in the Grosvenor mansion, since fall is getting very lively today. The mansion is very quiet and fall is coming. Yellow, red, and orange leaves are falling on the ground, quite chilly and little bit warm. Flipping the next page of the chapter of your books, the black cat sleeping on your lap with a wool blanket that Flure has made for you. Until you heard a loud crash and heavy footsteps outside of your bedroom, that immediately shook you and Muu. You heard children laughter, Boschi yelling, and loud footsteps coming from the hallway and stairs. Muu and You about to check the noises as you opened the door. You are immediately greeted by Lucy as she ran into your room as she hid behind you. You looked over the small child, that is hiding behind your legs. Is she wearing... Lucas' uniform...?

"Aruji-sama!" Alex greeted you. "Good afternoon!"

You turned your head to the golden hair boy, he is wearing Lono's uniform. You blinks twice and Muu too.

"Good afternoon... Alex." You awkwardly greeted him back.

"Aruji-sama... good afternoon..." Meredith appears behind Alex and greets you.

"Good afternoon, Meredith-" you stopped as you look at Meredith. Her hair wasn't in a bun anymore, but her hair is much longer. She is wearing Bastien's uniform his button up shirt and his blazer(?), unfortunately it too big on her compare to Alex's dad uniform.

"Meredith! You look so cute. It's unusual that your dad or Flure ties your hair for you." Muu compliments the little girl.

She cover her mouth with her father's blazer as she let out a tiny rosy blush appears on her cheeks. A small "Thank you," coming from her mouth. She is so cute!

You kneel down at the two children in fornt of you and Lucy hiding behind you as she clings onto you.

"Why are you stealing your dad clothes?" You asked the three children.

"We wanted to try on our dad's clothes, while our dad is in the large bath room." Alex truthfully anwser.

You remember hearing loud footsteps and Boschi shouting in the hallway. "So... Where is everyone...?" Muu asked.

"Hiding... maybe... running somewhere..." Meredith anwser Muu.

"Running away, why-" before you could anwsered. You could see Rhys and Boschi running upstairs and to the third floor.

Rhys wearing his father's blazer and black button up shirt uniform, giggling and running away fast. You could tell that Boschi is out of stamina as his knees is on the red carpet of the staircase. You could hear Rhys' giggling as he hopped upstairs again to the third floor.

"Fuck..." Boschi cursed himself quietly.

"Dad! Are you alright? You should be resting now, I can scold Rhys for you." Emily climbed upstairs as she walks towards her father.

"I'm fine, Emily. You wasted your energy on helping me on duty. I can catch him myself." Boschi panting.

Alex and Meredith looked at each other then they turned their head at you. "We will be leaving, Aruji-sama. Don't tell papa about us." Alex giggles.

"Ah... sure." Muu mumble. The black cat blinks his eyes twice.

You watched as Alex and Meredith ran upstairs as their father's blazer/uniform was dragged on the floor.

"Oh! Hi Aruji-sama! Good afternoon." Emily said looking at you with a cheerful look.

"Aruji-sama..." Boschi catching his breath as he awkward stood up with his half naked body.

You are trying your best not to look at his chest. "Are you catching up with Rhys?" You teased him.

Emily nodded as she help her father stood up. "The whole butler are catching the kids that stole our clothes while we were in the large bath room..." Boschi groaned in annoyance.

"I see... Have fun..." you muttered.

"We will be back Aruji-sama. See you!" Emily said as her and Boschi walk past you.

You looked at Lucy as her large golden eyes staring at your e/c eyes.

"Sorry Lucy, I cannot carry you today. Let's find your father." You said.

Lucy shook her head. "No! I don't want to see my dad." She clings onto you tighter as she remains to hide behind you. "I'm fine, I don't want you to carry me. I jut want to be with you." She shyly mumbled, her father's doctor coat was too big on her. You couldn't see her tiny arms or hand, but you let out a small sigh.

"Ah, Aruji-sama. There's Lono and Bastien." Muu squeaks.

You turned your head to look at Lono and Bastien fighting each other in the stairs. Bastien wearing his work-out clothes and Lono is completely shirtless. They are giving each other daggers glare. You immediately clear your throat as their head turned to look at you, Muu, and Lucy.

"Aruji-sama! Good afternoon, um..." Lono greeted you, awkwardly.

Bastien looking irradiated, but also annoyed that his daughter ran away with Lono's son, Alex together.

"Your uniform was stolen by Alex and Meredith, right?" Muu said, knowing what they're looking for.

"Yeah..." both male replied back.

"They ran to upstairs." You said, crossing your arms.

"Thanks you, Aruji-sama." Lono bowed as he immediately went upstairs.

Bastien let out a small "Thank you," as he too ran upstairs too.

----

You, Muu, and Lucy decide to step outside of your room as you headed downstairs to the first floor. You see a lot of commotion happen in the first floor.

Berrien chasing his twins that has stole his blazer and his button up shirts as Daisy is giggling as she hold her brother's hand as they are running away from their father. You're surprised that Berrien didn't notice you yet, until Benjamin notices you and Muu, and Lucy.

"Aruji-sama." Benjamin said your name.

Berrien stopped as he look at the staircase. He immediately went flustered mode as he clear his throat and look at you with flustered rosy cheeks.

"A-Ahem, Aruji-sama. Good afternoon, is something wrong?" Berrien stutters.

Berrien wearing his work-out clothes, but he missed one button on his collar, completely showing half of his chest.

"Aruji-sama! Aruji-sama! Good afternoon!" Daisy with her cheerful greets as she ran the stairs towards you. Benjamin following his sister as his father's blazer was too big on him.

You crotch down as you greet the Cliane's twins. They both seem happy to see you and Muu too.

"Aruji-sama! Aruji-sama! Look! Look! We look like daddy now!" Daisy squeal, twirling Berrien's white button up shirt like a ballerina.

You let out a giggle as you pats both of their head. "Alright you two, I need my clothes back." Berrien said, with his arms cross.

Daisy and Benjamin turn to look at their dad, then back at each other, a smile appears on their face.

"Sorry daddy! Only if you catch us!" Daisy smile as she quickly grab Benjamin's hand running past you and Muu, running upstairs to the second floor.

Berrien let out a sighs, "Forgive me Aruji-sama. I promise I'll be back for a few minutes."

"That's okay. Take your time." You replied with a smile.

Berrien smile as he run past you, running upstairs to chase his twins. You looked down at Lucy as she look up. "Do you want me to carry you, Lucy?" You asked, but she shook her head as she still clinging onto you and Muu. Continuing to look around the first floor, you stood upon Fennesz stood in the dining room, his hand on his hips and he is facing away from you.

"Fennesz?" You said his name.

He slowly turn his head to see you standing in the doorway. A gentle smile appear on his face. He's wearing his black turtleneck shirt. "Good evening Aruji-sama. Is... something wrong?" He asked.

"No, I am wondering what are you doing?" You asked again.

"Aha... Liam, took my uniform... He promised that he will give them back, but I guess... he forgot..." the red hair awkwardly said with awkward smile on his face.

"Why were you in the dining room?" Muu asked.

"Um... I saw him went there... but I couldn't find him." The red hair male replied. "I also saw him with Owen, but I wasn't sure."

"Where's Haures?" Muu asked again.

"I saw him with August. I supposed that they are looking for Owen." Fennesz said, "I believe that Liam has took my monocle, hopefully that he doesn't break them."

"You're too nice to Liam..." you mumbled. "That's nice of you... but you always leave children off the hook."

Fennesz laughs, "I'm not a harsh father. I believe that children should enjoy life." That comment makes you giggle. You felt Lucy tug on your pants as you look down on her. She points at two heads appearing in the kitchen doorway.

"Oh? Lucy, you found Liam and Owen. Thank you. I'll be back Aruji-sama." Fennesz said.

"Hi Aruji-sama. Hi Muu. Hi Lucy." Liam and Owen greeted you before they both disappeared in the kitchen, you did saw Liam wearing his dad's butterfly white button up shirt, the vest is completely unbutton and Owen wearing his dad's white button up shirt and his dark navy blue blazer. You watch as Fennesz jog towards them and disappear in the kitchen as you could hear footsteps again as it disappeared in the kitchen attrach to the hallway.

"Aruji-sama, where should we go next?" Muu asked looking at you.

"How about the garden, Aruji-sama?" Lucy asked, also looking at you with her wide golden yellow eyes.

"Alright, let's go then. I'm sure Rosè and her father is there too in the garden." You said with a gentle smile.

----

The three walked into the garden, you stood upon Ammon looking through the flowers bushes, his facial expression was panicking and also worries. You noticed that he is wearing the same turtleneck

"Ammon? What are you doing?" Muu asked the white hair male in the garden.

"Aruji-sama!" The peony pink eyes male squeaks. "W-Well... I lost Rosè in the garden and uh... she took my uniform and now hiding in the flowers bushes somewhere..."

"She can run that fast..."

"Yeah... she's only four..." Ammon let out a small chuckle. "Well, she is smaller compare to the other kids, it will be harder to find her..." the peony pink eyes male rubs the back of his neck.

"We will help you find her." You said walking towards the flowers bushes, but you are stopped by Ammon.

"N-No, it's alright. She wanted to play hiding' n' seek. Don't worry about me, Aruji-sama. I'll find her." Ammon smile as he continues to search for Rosè in the flower bushes, you just stood there and watch him struggle. You were about to walk away until you heard a small "psst" in the further flower bushes. You turned around to see where the noises coming from, until you saw her sweet rose pink eyes staring at you. She waved you to come over closer to her, but don't disturb Ammon searching for her. You, Muu and Lucy walk towards to Rosè hiding spots.

"Rosè!" Muu shierks, but Rosè place her pointer finger on her lips as she quietly shusshes the black cat.

"Shhh...! Don't make noises or daddy will find me." Rosè whisper, the black cat nodded. She's wearing her dad's navy blue, white detailed rose shirt that was too big on her, even the sleeves are touching the ground, you barely could see her hands or feets. Her hiding spot was in the bushes of red, ruby rose. You almost paincks because you do see thorns in the bushes, but she is alright and no thorns are in her father's navy blue shirt or on her skin. Her tiny smile as she is really excited to play hiding n' seek with her father since she always with him, but he always busy with raking leaves or defending Boschi or the children troubles.

"Aruji-sama? Who's there?" Ammon voice spoke behind you as he is walking towards you.

"Oh...! Nobody. Muu just found some alive red ruby rose in here." You lied.

"Oh? Really? Let's me see." Ammon peaked behind you. There's some alive red ruby rose in the bushes, but also Rosè's ahoge sticking up. You looked over Ammon, until his face went from to horror scared. He immediately paincks, ingoring the pricking rose thorns pricking him as he pick up Rosè completely clean and no minor injuries.

"Daddy!" Rosè screams in excitement. "You found me!" As Ammon sighs in reliefs that he found his daughter that isn't injured or has been prick by thorns.

"You scared me, kiddo. Are you hurt or perhaps got thorns on my clothes?" Ammon asked.

Rosè shook her little head. "I took care of your clothes! I just wanna be like you, daddy!" Her cute rosy cheeks flush and a wide smile appears on her face. Ammon let out a chuckle as he carries her in his arms.

"S-Sorry Aruji-sama, would you mind if I take care of Rosè for a minute? I want to make sure that she doesn't have any thorns on her." Ammon asked as he looked at you.

You let out a slight nods. "Sure. We will checking the other butlers." Muu said.

"Bye Aruji-sama! Bye Muu! Let's play again!" Rosè waved at you and Muu and Lucy as they walk towards back to the mansion.

You went back inside the mansion until you felt like somebody has crash into you as you fell on the ground. You could hear Lucy and Muu screams and... Lamli too...? You could see stars floating around your head. Lucy and Muu trying to wake you as their small hands trying to shake you, awake.

"Aruji-sama! Aruji-sama!" You could hear Lucy and Muu small cries.

You could hear two more people screaming. "Aruji-sama! Jin! I can't believe we both ran into Aruji-sama!"

"Huh?! It's Aruji-sama?!" You could hear another pairs of twins voice calling for you.

"Aruji-sama! Are you alright?! Aruji-sama! Oi! Wake up!" Hearing Lamli voice again.

You could hear more footsteps coming towards you. Slightly open your eyes from your vision, you could see Haures and August looking below you, looking concerned, also Lucy, Muu and the Bennett's brother looking below you too looking concerned too.

"Aruji-sama! Are you alright?!" Lamli cried.

"I'm alright..." you slow sat up. "Sorry for the concern." Haures gentle held your hand as you slowly got up. August help you support your body as he held your back. Slowly as your vision got back, you noticed that August is wearing his father's black turtleneck sweater. The Bennett's brothers both of them wearing their father's uniforms, white button up shirts and blazers.

"Aruji-sama! We're so sorry!" The Bennett's brothers cries as they pounce on you, crying their tears out.

Lucy is giving them a hard glare while August is pulling the Bennett's brothers away from you. "I-It's okay August and Lucy! Don't be harsh on them." You stutters.

Lamli let out a hum as he pulls the crying twins away from you. "Sorry Aruji-sama! I was the one chasing them. They refuse to give my clothes back." He said letting out a cheerful smile. You looked at him, you noticed that he is wearing his black work-out clothes, interesting... why not their summer clothing, well expect for Haures wearing his fall sweater and white turtleneck... Haures let out a tired sighs as his son, August stood next to him. How cute he wanted to be his dad role model.

"Lamli, what did I tell you about those twins. This is like handling Rhys..." Haures gently rubbing the bridge of his nose.

"Dad, please leave the Bennett's brothers and Rhys to me. I know how exhausted you are. You can take care of Aruji-sama." August said looking at his father. Haures look at his son then gently let out a sigh.

"Alright August, I'll look for Owen. He has took my clothes. I'll be lecturing him about it..." August nodded as Haures look at you with a worried expression on his face. "Are you alright, Aruji-sama? Do you want to see Lucas?"

You rubbed the back of your head. "I'm alright. Just rest assured, I'll look for the others." You could feel Lucy gripping your pants tighter, when someone mention about her father name. You ingore that feeling as Haures let out a small sigh, then walked away looking for Owen. "Aruji-sama, do you want me to scold the Bennett's brothers?" August asked you.

"N-No... don't. They didn't really mean it. I know it was an accident." You said gently smiling at Bennett's brothers. Lamli let out a sigh, "You're too nice Aruji-sama. This is what I like about you." His sighs turned into a smile as you let out a chuckle.

"Thank god that Nac isn't here. I'm happy for running into you. Fufu!" Lamli chuckles. The Bennett's brothers looked at each other, then sighs dramatically. They both know that their father won't stop gushing about you. They just disappear as their father continues to gush about you.

"Ah... Mr. Lamli... the twins left..." August mention.

Lamli let out a tired sighs again, "I want to be with Aruji-sama... but... I must get my uniform back..." his expression change as he was about to take off. "Bye Aruji-sama! Let's go stars watching together!" You watched as he left the room leaving August, Muu and Lucy with you. The blue hair male let out a awkward cough, "Aruji-sama, I'll be with my father. Don't be afraid to search for me. I'll be happy to help."

You let out a slight nod as you watch the blue hair male walked away, searching for his brother and his dad. "Everyone is so busy..." Muu mumble.

"Yeah, I bet everyone is chasing the kids to get their clothes back." You said. "I wonder if Lucas is looking for you." Glancing at Lucy as she glance back at you. She shook her head, she rather remain being with you. Of course, she never liked her father or liked being with him, but she rather be with you or Muu, not with other kids too... well expect for...

"Aruji-sama! Thank goodness you're here! I've heard everything what happen to you!" A voice reached out for you. You slowly turn your head to see Nac, he's wearing his white button up shirt, but he missed one button that completely shows half of his chest. His glasses was also missing...

"Nac? What happen to you?" Muu asked.

"Elena... she had took my jacket and now I cannot find her..." Nac sighs. "Trey, took my glasses... I am worried that my prescription might effects his eyes and will be broken."

"Trey and Elena...? I haven't seen them. We just got back from the garden." Muu said. "Until... Lamli and his twins ran into Aruji-sama... knocking them to the ground..."

"He did... WHAT?!" Nac exclaim, his eyes went widen.

"N-Nac... D-Don't scold them... Haures was there." You said, you could hear Nac let out another, but annoyed sighs.

"Very well then... Are you alright perhaps? I heard from Haures that you didn't want to go to see Lucas." You shook your head again. "I'm alright. I actually-" A loud crash coming from the background causing everyone to turned their head.

"Whoops..." Trey said, he was holding the porcelain vase, but luckily it wasn't broken, expect for the tall end pedestal side table was knocked over on the floor.

"Trey! Look what you've done! Now dad could sense it was us!" Elena exclaims her brother.

"S-Sorry... I didn't know the table was right in fornt of me." Trey mumbled in apologies.

"Trey... Elena..." Nac grumbled their names.

"Ah! Father!" Both of the children squeak.

"Elena, Trey. What did I told you about messing with my stuff." Nac spoke with his both arms cross. "Now look what you have done."

"S-Sorry Father! I-I..." Trey trembled.

"N-Nac...! T-They're children... please calm down..." Muu meow.

Nac awkward clear his throat. "A-Apologize Aruji-sama... It's seems I had lost my temper. I sincerely apologize for my behavior."

"N-No, it's alright. I understand being a father is hard..." You admitted.

"Y-Yes... *ahem* Elena and Trey, I apologize for losing it." Nac apologize to his kids. "Would you mind explaining why you have my jacket and my glasses?"

Elena and Trey looked at each other then back at their father. A gentle smile on Elena's face as she snuggle her father's large jacket.

"I just wanna be like you! You're a cool father!" Elena beamed.

Trey nodded in agreement. "I-I agree! Y-You're a cool father a-and you can fight angels stronger, and a-also smart too!"

Nac stare at his two children with widen eyes. He was completely speechless as his hand is on his hips. He crotch down as he rubs both of his children hair without making it messy. He let out a small chuckle, "I'm so glad of having you guys. I am grateful of having you. So..." He stood up. "Remember don't make a mess with my uniform. Always ask me first before you ask, okay?"

The two children nodded. Nac turned back at you, with a small rosy blush appears on his cheeks. "Forgive me for forgetting you. I just wanna make a small reminder about asking first." The mint green hair male apologize.

"It's okay. I'm sure it important to teach your kids about life lessons." You let out a small chuckle.

"Y-Yes... I'll get going now. I must get ready for now." Nac said, before turning his back as he walk away to upstairs to the third floor.

---

As the three of you walking down to the basement. You noticed that the bedroom door of the three bulters was wide open. You look through the crack. There Makoto, Flure and Lato, but no Miyaji. You assume that he went to his part-time right now. You noticed thst Makoto is wearing his dad's uniform, while Flure is measuring his size. Lato was just watching as he has a gentle smile in the corner.

"Oya? Aruji-sama?" Lato said. Completely forgot that Lato could see and hear you... maybe sense you too...? "Come on in."

"W-Wait! Don't let Aruji-sama in, Mr. Lato!" Makoto beg, but it too late because you walk inside the basement butlers' room.

"Oh? Makoto, you look so good! White definitely look good on you!" Muu compliment Makoto.

You noticed that Lucy was staring at Makoto, wait... you almost forgot that these two liked each other, but their fathers dislike each other. Flure couldn't help, but he is excited. "Aruji-sama, doesn't Makoto looks like his father!" Flure squeals in excitement.

"What happen?" You asked, tilting your head.

"Miyaji-sensei left to go to his part-time, leaving the two of us take care of Makoto and the others too. Apparently we both accidentally walk into Makoto wearing Miyaji-sensei's clothes." Lato said. "And then... Flure got excited, so he ended up left Makoto standing for hours measuring."

"Mr. Lato...!!" Makoto embarrassingly whined. You could see the poor kid cheeks turned flustered red.

"Makoto, please stand still! I need to measure your arms." Flure instructed.

Lucy watch behind your legs with her golden yellow eyes watching. She is amazed that Makoto does look good in his father's fit. While Lucy is tiny and hed father lab coat doesn't fit on her. You watched the poor kid is getting his fit measured by Flure, you just stood there to watch, in amazement because Flure always had great idea on clothing.

"Lucy, what do you think about Makoto's fit?" Muu asked.

"G-Good!" She responds once, her cheeks are turning lightly rosy red soon. You let out a small chuckle. Makoto stood there in shock because he didn't see Lucy hiding behind your legs.

"L-Lucy?!" Makoto poorly stutters. You noticed that Makoto looks like he is gonna pass out soon, but luckily Flure was there.

"Makoto, don't pass out. Aruji-sama is there. You don't want to create problems." Flure said, writing down his small minty blue notepad.

"Indeed, it will be sad if your dad found out..." Lato said. "You don't want him to worried again."

"Y-Yes, Mr. Flure a-and Mr. Lato!" Makoto stutters again.

"Makoto, are you alright? We can leave if you want." You said. "We're just looking around since the chaos happening in the mansion."

"Ah... that's why I kept seeing the kids running around stealing their dad's clothing." Lato said, "but I do find it cute because they always told me that they wanted to be like their dad."

You let out a small chuckle. You could tell from Makoto that he does wanted to be his dad. They look very alike...

"We will be leaving now." You said.

"Bye Aruji-sama and Muu!" Flure said turning his head, his hand is filled with leftover fabrics.

"See you Aruji-sama." Lato smiled.

"Bye Aruji-sama." Makoto said.

---

Right you after left the basement. Your face was accidentally squashed by someone walking towards you. The smell of 'wine perfume,' you immediately look up as you are about to apologize. "Aruji-sama, Lucy and Muu. There you three are. I was looking for you." A deep male voice said.

Your eyes widen. "L-Lucas! Sorry, I didn't mean-" Lucas placed his index finger on your lips. "No, don't apologize. I'm deeply sorry for ranning into you. I was in the rush, are you alright? Are you hurt anywhere?"

"N-No, I'm alright." You said reassuring him. "Don't worry about me. Are you looking me?"

"Yes-" before Lucas could open his mouth his eyes meet with Lucy hiding behind your legs. "Oh? Lucy? I knew you would be with Aruji-sama..." a small smile appears on his face as crotch down Lucy levels. "I could see that you took my lab coat that I was looking for."

Lucy didn't say anything, just stare at him. Lucas just let out a chuckle as he stood up, brushing the dust off of him as he clear his throat. "Pardon of me Aruji-sama. Do you mind if I take Lucy, I needed my lab coat back." Before he could reach his hand slowly towards Lucy. She move to the side, avoiding Lucas touch.

"Ah..." Lucas sighs sadly. "Just like Miyaji..."

"Did something happen to you and Lucy?" Muu asked.

"No~ She took my lab coat. Nothing wrong with us." Lucas let out a small chuckle. "She is stubborn, but I'm sure I'm used to her behavior."

"Lucy," you said her name causing her to look at you. "Can you give your father his lab coat back?" You asked politely.

Lucy think about it, then she took off the Lucas' lab coat as she handed it back to him. "Thank you, Lucy." He smiled then he look at with a worried expression, but a small smile on his face. "I'm sorry about my daughter's behavior... I hope you could forgive her that..."

"It's alright. I'm glad having Lucy with me. Don't worry about us. I'm sure Lucy is very important to you." You let out a small smile. You could also feel Lucy tugging your legs.

"I'll be leaving now. I have to help the other butlers with their kids." Lucas let out another chuckle.

You let out a nod. Lucas left the room as he headed upstairs. You could still hear a lot of commotion in the upstairs, more loud footsteps, giggles and loud screaming in the mansion. You turned to look at Muu and Lucy, with a confused look on their face.

"Should we help them?"