#devilish-family-dramas

[sohn-der-felder]

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It was another boring day for Michael, a groan escaping his throat from the horrible night's rest he had just gotten. It had been his weekend off... had. But he knew he would have to take on more shifts than that due to no one wanting to be security at the godforsaken pizzeria he currently was doing said work at.

He couldn't blame anyone though, and was actually more than happy to handle this himself. It was family business after all and he needed to finish what his father started. He couldn't stand knowing there was something going on in this godforsaken family and he would get to the bottom of it. Michael knew his father wasn't a good man, no, not after the bite. And he knew it was his own fault; every waking second that even followed into his dreams. It was like a constantly looping nightmare that wouldn't let him go. But it was just another day. Another day of getting closer to the truth. Another day to finally pin down where his own father had gone.

Sliding out of bed he rubbed his red eyes; quite puffy from another crying session with his own reflection being an antagonist. After years of trying to come to terms with it all he could never find himself being able to recognize his own face. It's not that it looked replaced or different but more so like he couldn't see it at all. A distorted blur of what could vaguely be described as him but he couldn't grasp it anymore; he no longer understood what he looked like because he no longer understood who he was. It didn't matter anymore though, like many things, as his main objective was far more important to his sanity than a simply reflection. Then again he barely looked at his own nowadays because of the obvious guilt that swam into his sunken eyes.

Michael was but a husk of the once rowdy boy he used to be. A hollow thing that had one mission and one mission only; the one thing that could bring him peace.

Though it wasn't quite the hour to be moping about on it, he thought to himself, sliding on his uniform for the day. His shift had changed to the dayshift as per the request of the irritating recording of his so-called boss, and so of course he obliged. He didn't mind it much at all since he knew that at least for one of his shifts, out of the previous many, he would be able to sit around like nothing was going to come around and shove him in a suit.

He shuddered at the thought of the previous nights causing him so much terror - but he knew it would all be worth it in the long run.

Leaving his apartment after getting ready he would make his way to work; opting into walking since it saved him money and it wasn't that far away. He was quite lucky being able to find a place to stay where he did and at such a decent price too - despite some glaring issues - but he couldn't complain. It could be worse. It could always be worse.

Arriving to the pizzeria at the early hours of the morning he approached the front doors, yawning and reaching into his pocket for the building's keys. Inserting a key he would find himself pushing the door open a little with the force.

This was no good, not good at all. Anxiously he removed the key from the lock and put the jumble of them he had back into his back pocket and poke his head in. "H...Hello?" Michael would meekly call out into the quiet and dark pizzeria. The only light he could use right now was that of the rising sun; but it wasn't quite enough to be able to see any possible dangers. "Is anyone in here? If you are you need to leave, I don't wanna have to call the police this early in the morning."

The sudden change in his usual schedule was nothing, but a vastly different change in his day-to-day life meant far more than a simple shift change. This may mean genuine danger, this may mean an intruder; he just couldn't know what was going on. So he simply, and slowly, opened the door a bit more as he continued to call out. "If... If you show yourself now I won't call the cops. Please don't make my job harder than it has to be."

[infernal-thorns]

@devilish-family-dramas continuing from here

[🔥] "Well of course I'm scared, I want to live!" The last thing Blaze wanted was for her beloved boyfriend to come back home only to find her in a pool of her own blood. And that was probably the best case scenario.

"I ain't risking shit!"

Now, normally, she would have no issues with fighting supernatural entities (she is one herself, after all) but...after a deep breath...

"They're ghosts my guy, dead people, spirits. Have you tried punching a ghost?" She hadn't, but she was not betting on finding out first hand.

"They may not be immortal but they're pretty hard to get rid of. It's gonna take a lot more than just a shotgun or holy water to get em' done when worse comes to shove."

"So unless you've got an ace up your sleeve, it's still a hard "hell no" from me"

[hivemuse]

@devilish-family-dramas

green eyes scan the surrounding area. Samuel sat at the edge of a small building. legs dangling over the edge as he continued to people watch. it wasn't hard to miss him, even greeting people who approached him, questioning him or recognizing him and setting up small talk before heading on their way.

his eyes land on a new individual. someone he's certain isn't from around here. " yo ... you down there .. " he calls out.

STARTER ( SAMUEL ).

[bearratic]

👁👅👁

//with Max 👀 Just working on the starter... They haven't communicated yet, but I'm afraid it's going to be something with something 💀✨

Oh yeah I think these two would cause absolute chaos.

[drengar]

random questions … sentence starters | Accepting @devilish-family-dramas asked: “Why do you think you can get away with this?” for Keigo

Was the kid for real? Well, he was a little surprised someone had caught him. Then again it wasn't about to stop Keigo from going through with his plan. This prank was going to be great and he couldn't think of doing it to anyone better than Mirko. Yeah, she'll be mad at him for a bit but he knew she would laugh about it later. After she tried to kick him into next week that was.

"Because Mirko is a dear friend and will eventually find this funny," Keigo answered honestly with a smirk. "Besides, she would do the same thing to me if our positions were reversed." Which was also true. He didn't think Rumi would pass up the chance to do something like this to him.

[rei-kozuki]

🖊️ + ”I know we're from different factions and like... Screw diplomacy! Let's go get some sweet coffee!”

Her eyes narrowed a bit. This was... The little brat from 3SD or 3DS or however the organization was callled, no? Rei was about to just stick one of the cancer sticks she usually smoked into her mouth and blow him off, but...Sweet coffee? Usually, she drank black coffee but not even Rei Kozuki could resist the occasional sweet starbucks coffee (that one could barely call coffee anymore, honestly.) So, the journalist- no, in his eyes she was a mercenary- nodded. "Sure. Let´s go get that coffee then." His name was Maxim..17, if she recalled correctly. 17..Thinking about it made her a bit nostalgic. And she had a lot more to ask him. Interesting little critter.

[toranoya]

what about your portrayal attracted me to your blog

//Everything. Starting from you to your writing style. I have been watching you for a long time, I really enjoy reading your interactions... (,,>﹏<,,)✨ You write very beautifully, in my opinion. Your oos posts make me smile at times. I think I am still looking for the right time to start interacting with you... but yes, so far I will stay on your blog as a viewer and read for a long time to come. It's very cozy with you and with your blog, thank you for that! 💕

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[oncforallxbroccoli]

”Getting the shoe a week before Halloween... Boy, you're cursed! I can sell you a recipe for how to keep yourself safe by the way!~“

//I'm sorry I jumped in, it just seemed funny 👀✨

Random Asks (always accepting)

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"Wait? Cursed?!" What kind of a curse is it?" Izuku was now freaking out. What was he just cursed with. He had so many questions, and now he was also mumbling up a storm.

[strayrockette]

My Sunshine Girl: A Healing Home

Masterlist❤️Previous Part

Summary: Having Benny around changes things for the better.

Themes: Family drama, underlying grief, and finding comfort in your favorite person

A/n: I didn't realize I was writing in first person and by the time I noticed I was already too deep in the process 🤷‍♀️LMK if you wanna be part of a taglist for this series, or for all my works!!

The weeks following the fight at the bar were a blur of quiet days and slow healing. Benny had told me to stay home until the bruises and scrapes faded, though he never really explained why I needed to lay low or how he planned to smooth things over with the cops. I didn’t press him on it. I trusted him enough to just listen, even if the silence that came with being cooped up sometimes felt too heavy to bear.

I called my uncle to let him know I was taking a few weeks off, spinning some story about needing to clear out the attic and sort through old boxes that had been collecting dust since my childhood. It wasn’t a lie, exactly; the attic had been long overdue for a cleanout. But what I hadn’t expected was how many old memories would come flooding back during those quiet weeks at home.

Some days, the house felt haunted by the past—pictures of my mom tucked away in forgotten corners, trinkets from a time when life felt simpler. I’d find my old pookie bear, the one my ma had made me, and all at once, the grief would hit me hard, like no time had passed at all. I’d crumble under the weight of it, tears streaming down my face, and Benny would be right there, no questions asked. He didn’t pry when I broke down, didn’t push for explanations. He just wrapped his arms around me, letting me cry it out until the storm passed.

He was my buffer, my anchor, the one constant in a sea of emotions I wasn’t always prepared to deal with. And even on the hardest days, he made it easier just by being there.

But it wasn’t all sadness. Sometimes, between the dusting and sorting, we’d stumble onto something that would break the tension and remind me that joy still had a place in this old house. Like the day Benny found my middle school diary—tucked away in a box of yearbooks and scribbled notes, full of awkward confessions and childhood crushes. I was mortified, scrambling to snatch it out of his hands as he held it above his head, flipping through the pages with a devilish grin.

“Number one: Mr. O’Connell, your eighth-grade math teacher? Really?” Benny read aloud, his tone dripping with mock horror as I jumped, trying and failing to grab the diary back.

“Oh my god, Benny, stop!” I begged, my face burning as I reached up, but he just laughed, lifting the diary higher, making a game out of it.

“You had a thing for math, huh? Or just guys with glasses?”

I groaned, mortified but unable to keep the smile off my face. “Give it back! I swear, I’ll—”

Benny kept reading, amused at my futile attempts. I shoved a nearby box over, using it as a makeshift step stool, only for it to collapse under me, sending me tumbling to the floor. The crash echoed through the attic, and for a second, everything went silent before Benny’s laughter broke the tension, deep and infectious.

I looked up, sprawled on the floor, and started laughing too, the kind of uncontrollable, belly-aching laughter that leaves you breathless and teary-eyed for all the right reasons. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d laughed like that in this house.

We spent the rest of the day making new memories, each corner of the attic becoming less about the past and more about the here and now. Benny helped me pack away the old pain and fill the empty spaces with something lighter, something new. The house felt different by the end of those weeks, less like a museum of all the hurt I’d carried and more like a home that was ours.

Every time I looked at a corner that used to be filled with sadness, I felt gratitude instead—a quiet, blooming joy that wrapped itself around my heart. I wasn’t forgetting my mom or the pain we’d both gone through, but I was finding a way to make room for happiness too.

The midday sun streamed through the kitchen window, casting warm, golden light across the countertops as I moved around the stove. The smell of homemade tomato soup filled the air, mingling with the buttery aroma of the grilled cheese I was making for lunch. I knew Benny was supposed to be out the door over an hour ago, but here he was, his arms snug around my waist and his head resting comfortably on my shoulder. I could feel the soft, steady rhythm of his breathing against my back, his presence grounding me in a way that made the entire world feel right.

“Weren’t you supposed to leave an hour ago?” I whispered with a giggle as he kissed the sensitive spot on my neck, his lips lingering just long enough to make my skin tingle.

Benny hummed, his voice low and lazy, full of that warmth that always sent shivers down my spine. “You’re holding me hostage,” he murmured, nuzzling into my neck like he had all the time in the world.

I scoffed, flipping the sandwich in the pan, the bread sizzling as it turned a perfect golden brown. “I hope that’s not what you’re tellin’ the boys,” I teased, trying to keep the smile off my face as his kisses grew more persistent, more playful.

“They’d believe it,” he said, his lips brushing against my skin as he grinned. “You were a sight of fear for them that night.”

I nudged him gently, still caught off guard by the way he made me feel so seen, so known. “No way they fear me,” I said, laughing at the absurdity of it. The idea of those big, greasy, tattooed men being scared of someone like me was ridiculous. I was a lot of things, but intimidating wasn’t one of them—not to them, at least.

Benny chuckled softly, his voice a warm rumble that I felt all the way to my bones. “You were a force,” he said, and I could hear the pride mixed with amusement in his tone. “Five women tried to pull you off, and you broke through them—teeth, nails, and limbs flying everywhere. Like a little monkey.”

I gasped, feigning offense as I pushed him back playfully, though his hold on me didn’t loosen. “Rude!” I scolded, my cheeks warming as I turned the sandwich again, trying to focus on the task at hand despite the way his words made my heart race.

Benny laughed, the sound deep and peaceful, wrapping around me like a favorite song. “I never want to think about that night ever again,” I sighed, shaking my head at the memory. I’d gone to the bar looking for some fun, but it had turned into anything but that. “Eat your grilled cheese and leave me alone, Benny Cross. You’ve made enough rude comments for one day.”

He dipped lower, his lips brushing my cheek, then my jaw, peppering soft kisses along my skin until I was practically squirming from the attention. “I’m waiting,” he murmured, his voice smooth as honey, and I knew he was enjoying every second of this.

“Your plate was already made,” I said, my tone dripping with disbelief as I tried to keep my composure. I pointed to the counter where his sandwich and soup were sitting, perfectly plated and ready to eat. “Right there.”

“For you,” he whispered against my ear, his hands roaming my sides in a slow, soft caress that sent jolts of pleasure through me. He was relentless, every touch deliberate, every kiss a gentle tease that made it hard to think straight.

I bit down on the wave of heat that spread through me, refusing to give in completely. “If I hear someone make a comment about me keepin’ you hostage the next time I’m at the bar, I swear I’m chucking an 8-ball at ‘em,” I warned, trying to sound stern, but my voice came out breathless, betraying the effect he had on me.

Benny grinned, his lips brushing my ear as he whispered, “Let ‘em talk, Sunshine. You’ve got nothing to prove.” His hands continued their slow exploration, skimming over my hips and up my back, a mix of comfort and desire that made my knees weak. “Besides, I like being held hostage by you.”

I couldn’t help but laugh, the sound light and free, bubbling up from somewhere deep inside me. “Yeah, well, you better behave,” I said, turning just enough to look at him, catching the mischievous glint in his eyes. “Or I might just let you go.”

He pulled me closer, his grip firm but tender, holding me in place as he looked down at me with that lazy, cocky smile I’d grown to love. “You couldn’t get rid of me if you tried,” he said, his voice low and rough, filled with something deeper than just teasing. “I’m right where I wanna be.”

I leaned into him, letting the warmth of his body and the comfort of his words wrap around me like a blanket. His stubble tickled along my neck with each kiss he placed. I shivered and inched away from him with a giggle, "At least let me finish plating my dish."

He grumbled as he stepped away, grabbed his plate, and moved to sit at the table. I glanced over my shoulder and found him staring intently at me, his eyes dark and.. "Oh my gosh, Benny, are you pouting??" I squealed, "I'm so telling-"

My teasing quietened as a rapid knock broke our moment. The knock wasn’t just loud—it was aggressive, rattling the walls with an urgency that made my heart jump. Benny stood up from the table, his easy smile fading as the tension in the air thickened. I watched as he walked to the door, his shoulders squared and ready for whatever trouble was waiting on the other side. I barely heard the door open before a booming voice echoed,

“Where is she?”

Uncle Harold boomed, his voice filling every corner of the room. Benny instantly stepped in front of him, his stance protective and his jaw clenched tight. I could feel the anger radiating off Harold in waves, each word landing like a blow.

“You need to back off, Harold,” Benny said, his voice edged with warning as he kept his body between me and my uncle. “You can’t just come in here like this.”

But Harold was past listening. He shoved Benny aside, his eyes searching the room until they found me, just as I stepped around the corner from the kitchen. I froze, the intensity of his glare pinning me in place. Benny quickly moved to close the door behind Aunt Gina and stepped in front of me, blocking my uncle’s line of sight. His broad back was a shield between me and the onslaught of Harold’s rage.

“What’s going on?” I asked, my voice shaky but defiant. I tried to look around Benny, but he held his ground, his presence a firm line of defense.

Harold’s face was twisted with anger, his fists clenched as he pointed at me. “You’ve got this boy living in your mama’s house!” he shouted, his voice cracking with emotion. “And I’ve got Old Man Harry telling me you’ve got a bunch of Vandals vouching that you weren’t in a fight when six women described you in detail!”

The words hit like a slap, the sheer force of his anger pressing down on me, but as his accusations rang out, something inside me snapped.

Benny glanced back at me, his eyes searching mine, but he didn’t move from his spot in front of me. He was there, steady and unflinching, even as the storm raged on. “Harold, you need to calm down,” Benny said, his voice low and tense. “She doesn’t need this from you.”

I stepped around Benny, frustration boiling over. “DO YOU EVEN HEAR YOURSELF RIGHT NOW?” I yelled, my voice trembling with fury and years of bottled-up hurt. “You used to be a biker too! You still have your bike! You know what that life is like!”

“That’s different,” Uncle Harold snapped, his anger flaring again as he tried to reel himself back, but I wasn’t about to let him off that easy.

“No, it’s not!” I shot back, my voice breaking. “When you met Aunt Gigi, you’d just gotten out of jail! She still gave you a chance. She saw something in you that no one else did. How is it any different for me and Benny?”

Harold’s face tightened, his anger battling with the guilt that flickered briefly in his eyes. “It’s different because your mama made me promise,” he said, his voice straining, shaking with unspoken grief. “She made me promise that I’d protect you. I gave her my word that I’d be the father you needed.”

Pain gripped my chest, sharp and unforgiving. My throat tightened as I tried to hold back the emotions that threatened to swallow me whole. “Don’t bring her into this!” I shouted, my voice cracking under the weight of it all. The mention of my mom felt like a knife, twisting deep. The hurt was suffocating, choking me with memories of promises I never asked for.

Harold’s face contorted with pain and fury, his voice shaking as he continued. “You’re running around with this boy, getting into trouble, doing things you shouldn’t. You aren’t the little girl we raised.”

I took a deep, shuddering breath, trying to steady myself, but the grief and anger were a tidal wave, pulling me under. I tried to step around Benny, desperate to confront my uncle face-to-face, but Benny’s arm shot out, his hand gently tucking me behind him. His body was a shield, protecting me even when I was ready to charge headfirst into the fire.

“Harold, enough,” Benny said, his voice like steel, unyielding and protective. “You don’t get to judge her. You don’t get to make her feel small.”

I peeked around Benny, the tears burning in my eyes as I stared at my uncle. “You never knew me,” I said, my voice cracking with the raw truth I’d kept buried for years. “Because the little girl you raised was broken, scared and angry. You never saw that, did you? You never saw how hard it was to keep it together, how much I was hurting.”

The room was thick with tension, the air heavy with the weight of unspoken pain. Aunt Gina stepped closer, her face etched with sadness as she watched me unravel. “Sunny, we’re just trying to help,” she said softly, her voice a calm presence amidst the chaos. “We love you. We don’t want to see you get hurt.”

But I was too far gone, too tangled up in my own grief and anger to let the words soothe me. “I know you love me,” I said, my voice trembling as I fought to keep control. “But you don’t get to decide what’s best for me anymore. You don’t get to come in here and throw around all your guilt and promises like they’re weapons.”

Harold’s face fell, the anger draining away, leaving only the hollow ache of regret. His shoulders sagged, and for the first time, he looked at me not with fury, but with a kind of desperate sorrow. “I’m scared, Sunny,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “I’m scared I’m failing her. Failing you. I don’t want to lose you.”

The admission hit me harder than any of his accusations. I could see the guilt and fear that mirrored my own, the weight of promises made in grief and love and uncertainty. But this wasn’t just about him, and it wasn’t about my mom. It was about me.

I took a shaky step forward, Benny’s hand still resting on my shoulder, grounding me. “You’re not failing me,” I said, my voice softening as the anger ebbed away, replaced by something gentler. “But you’ve got to let me live. You’ve got to trust me to make my own choices, even if they’re messy.”

Aunt Gina reached out, squeezing Harold’s arm, her touch a quiet anchor pulling him back. She looked at me, her eyes filled with a sadness that was heavy and old, and nodded slowly. “We just want you to be happy,” she said, her voice choked with the weight of everything left unsaid.

“I am happy,” I whispered, looking up at Benny, who watched me with those steady eyes that had been my rock through it all. “Because I’m finally living for me.”

Uncle Harolds expression softened, the lines of his face deepening as he looked at me, his shoulders sagging under the weight of his own failures. “Forgive me,” he murmured, his voice breaking with raw vulnerability. It wasn’t just an apology for tonight, but for everything—for every time he’d let his anger and grief overshadow his love for me.

Harold bowed his head, the pain etched deep into his features, and without another word, he turned away, his broad, hulking figure seeming smaller, more fragile as he walked toward the door. He moved slowly, like he was dragging the weight of the world behind him, every step heavy with the sorrow of a man who’d tried to do right but hadn’t always known how.

Aunt Gina lingered for a moment, her eyes filled with a mixture of sadness and quiet reassurance. She reached out, squeezing my arm gently, her touch warm and grounding. “We’re still here, Sunny,” she said softly, her voice laced with a kind of fierce love that made my chest ache. “No matter what, we’re still here for you.”

I nodded, feeling the sting of tears that I refused to let fall. “I know,” I whispered, my voice catching as I met her gaze. “Thank you.”

Gina gave me a soft, reassuring smile, the kind that spoke of years of shared memories, both good and bad. She glanced at Benny, her expression shifting to something like cautious hope, and then back at me, her eyes full of unspoken promises. She turned to follow Harold, her footsteps light but purposeful, and with one last look, she stepped through the door, closing it softly behind her.

With the door closed and my aunt and uncle finally gone, the weight of their words hung heavy in the air, settling deep into my bones. The playfulness of our earlier mood had completely vanished, replaced by something darker and more somber. I stood in the middle of the room, feeling lost, unsure of what to do with myself as the emotional turmoil that always seemed to follow me crept back in. I had thought I’d managed to escape it these past few weeks, hiding in the warmth of Benny’s company, but now it was back, clawing at me with a vengeance.

I sniffed, trying to swallow down the lump in my throat, the familiar sting of tears threatening to break free again. “I need a nap,” I muttered, my voice barely above a whisper. I couldn’t even bring myself to look at Benny, my gaze fixed on the stairs as I rushed past him, desperate to get away, to hide from the flood of emotions crashing over me.

I stumbled into the bedroom, shutting the door behind me and collapsing onto the bed. I curled up into a tight ball, pulling the blankets around me as if they could shield me from everything swirling inside my head. My uncle’s voice echoed, relentless and unforgiving, each word like a dagger twisting deeper. ‘I promised your ma I’d take care of you.’ The guilt, the pressure, the overwhelming sense of being a disappointment—it all wrapped around me, suffocating and relentless.

I buried my face into the pillow, my chest tightening with each shaky breath as I tried to keep it together. But it was no use. The tears came anyway, hot and uncontrollable, spilling over as I silently sobbed into the fabric. The pain of my past, the weight of everyone’s expectations—it was too much. All the anger, the sadness, and the unresolved grief came rushing back, drowning me in a wave of emotions I didn’t know how to handle.

I didn’t hear Benny come in, but I felt the bed dip as he sat beside me, his presence a quiet, grounding force that I hadn’t realized I was desperate for. He didn’t say anything, didn’t ask me to talk or try to pry me open. He simply wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close, his body fitting around mine like a protective shield. I felt his head nestle into the crook of my neck, his breath warm and steady against my skin.

He didn’t let go, didn’t pull back when I tensed, just held me tighter, his arms firm and unyielding. Benny’s embrace was like an anchor, something solid and real in the middle of my storm. His touch was gentle, each stroke of his thumb against my shoulder a silent reassurance that I wasn’t alone, that I didn’t have to carry all of this by myself. I felt the trembling in my body start to ease, the frantic beating of my heart slowly matching the calm, even rhythm of his.

Benny’s presence was more than just comforting; it was life-saving. He grounded me in a way that nothing else could, pulling me back from the edge of my own despair. The panic, the guilt, all the things I kept locked away—they didn’t feel so unbearable with him there, holding me through it. I closed my eyes, letting myself sink into the warmth of his embrace, feeling the tension slowly begin to drain from my muscles.

He kissed my shoulder softly, his lips brushing against my skin in a gesture so gentle it almost broke me all over again. I felt the tears well up once more, but this time they were softer, less frantic, as if Benny’s presence was slowly unwinding the tight knot of pain inside me. I turned slightly, pressing my face into his chest, breathing him in—the scent of leather, smoke, and something uniquely his that always made me feel safe.

“I’ve got you,” Benny whispered, his voice low and hushed, like a secret meant only for me. His hand moved up to cup the back of my head, his fingers threading through my hair as he held me close. “You’re not alone. I’m right here.”

I squeezed my eyes shut, the words breaking through my defenses in a way that nothing else had. Benny didn’t try to fix me, didn’t pretend that he could make everything better, and that was exactly what I needed. He was just there, unconditionally, holding me as I broke down, no judgment, no expectations—just a quiet, unwavering support that made me feel like maybe I could keep going, even when everything felt impossible.

I pulled back just enough to look up at him, my eyes puffy and wet, but his gaze was soft and full of something that made my heart ache. I saw the way he looked at me—not with pity, but with an understanding that went deeper than words. He brushed his thumb across my cheek, wiping away the last of my tears, and I felt the flood of emotion rise up again, but this time it was different, warmer.

“I love you,” I whispered, the confession spilling out before I could second-guess it. It was raw and unguarded, the truth laid bare in the quiet space between us. For the first time, it didn’t feel scary to say. It felt right.

Benny’s face softened, and a smile tugged at his lips, gentle and filled with a quiet joy that made my heart flutter. He leaned in, pressing his forehead against mine, his eyes closing as he let the words sink in. “I love you, too,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. “More than you know.”

I melted into him, my arms wrapping around his neck as he held me tighter, his embrace a sanctuary from the world outside. The chaos, the pain, my uncle’s harsh words—they all faded into the background, replaced by the steady, calming presence of Benny beside me. I buried my face against his chest, letting myself be small and vulnerable, knowing that with Benny, I didn’t have to be anything but myself.

Taglist: @storiesfromafan@aleemendoza2425-blog , @preciouslilmonster , @iamaslytherin0

[coralinnii]

Hi! I just wanna say I love your villain/ness au 😍 especially leonas part thank you for giving me this story as I was finding stories like this💕💕so I was wondering can I request about the tweel? Their my most favorite in twisted wonderland 🙏 it will be my outmost joy to see you write them!

and sorry if im wrong in writing this request because this is actually my first time writing a request 😅 so thank you for the understanding 😁

Being Reincarnated into a New World as the Bad Guy feat: Jade genre: drama note: set in the same universe as previous works (Azul’s ver specifically), no pronouns were used, villain/ess!reader is not a merfolk, roughly 2k word count 

series masterlist

I know there's someone missing but Jade's portion got longer than I expected so I cutting it into separate posts. Floyd's part will be released soon so in the meantime, enjoy as we welcome the fourth vice-housewarden to this surprisingly popular AU.

Sorry 3aemidnight, that this is slightly subverted from the request but Floyd's part has that aspect more played into

You’re screwed. Absolutely screwed. Why did you end up in this situation?? You didn’t even read the webtoon! Your classmate was gushing over a popular webtoon and like a good friend, you lent an ear to her excited ramblings. Her favorite characters seem to be a pair of devilish merfolk brothers. It was that rambling that helped you realize where you were because you didn’t bother remembering the main cast but you couldn’t forget the name “Jade Leech” nor his partner, you. 

Or at least the character you possessed that your classmate kept wishing she could be. The lucky duck that became Jade’s betrothed but you couldn’t really agree with that sentiment when she mentioned how that same partner was left behind by the Leech heir and prosecuted as an accomplice to the Leech family’s underground activities. 

“What’s so great about the hopeless love trope?!” 

Unfortunately, the proceedings for your engagement to the suave marquis heir was set. Putting a wrench into the plans now would cause too many issues to both families. Still, you were determined to leave this crazy story unscathed no matter what. 

“Let’s make a contract” were your first words to your soon-to-be partner to which he responded with a curious quirk of his eyebrow. “a prenuptial to be precise” 

“But my dear,” a shiver ran down your spine when Jade used that supposedly endearing name, a superficial one of course. “What ever could have scared you to have such worries?” 

“Because I know what you and your family are trying to do” 

Oh, you have piqued Jade’s interest now.

Your listening skills have paid off as you remembered the plot of the Leech family. The brothers were working to extend their family’s power above the waters and to have an “organized system of connections�� with the help of the newly appointed count Ashengrotto. With their intelligence and charm, they wanted to monopolize the marine market from local fishing rights to overseas trading. Unfortunately, the main leads stood in their way and forced the native merfolk to flee to their home, leaving those associated with them to answer for their crimes. 

You have no interest in being caught in the crossfire but becoming an enemy to the Leech family is not a favourable situation either. So your best option was… 

“I’ll help you” 

If you’re going to be accused as an accomplice, better be the best accomplice so neither of you get caught. 

The greatest challenge for merfolk on land was the discrimination that was still prevalent, even after the human-merfolk alliance. No matter how charming Jade was, it was hard for the merman to converse with the more narrow-minded noblemen. It was why the Leech heir agreed to the engagement as your family was beloved and highly respected in the kingdom. Your character was just an oblivious, lovestruck pawn to his plans. 

“I’ll play the perfect partner, give you the backing you need, the intel you want” you stated your terms, with no room for negotiation. “But, we’re publicly in an arranged engagement only, nothing else. We only meet when necessary and once your family secure the Triton ocean trade route, we’re breaking our engagement and never to speak to each other again” 

If the Leech family weren’t caught, they would have returned to their native home anyway and controlled the trading from the safety of the ocean. Either way, Jade would have been out of your life regardless, so you should at least escape prosecution. 

You weren’t falling for his gentleman facade, and you definitely refuse to be the one on the short end of the stick in his crazy family’s schemes. 

You and Jade were locked in a silent stare down, waiting for either one of you to break the silence. You kept your mouth shut, not letting your nerves talk yourself down. It was this or nothing. 

Your gamble paid off. Jade chuckled with a slight peek of his sharp teeth and extended his hand out, piercing your figure with a pair devilish eyes. 

“If that is what my dear wishes, how can I decline?” 

So sealed your deal with the devil your future ex-fiancé 

Some time passed since your agreement, you joined a soirée your family was invited to. As a newly engaged couple, it was expected for you to bring Jade to which he was happy to escort his precious person (you hid your scoff). True to your word, you agree to chat with some of the daughters and wives of certain families for certain intel that Jade needed. While the ladies were more tolerant of the merfolk, they held certain prejudices over them which would affect the conversation greatly should Jade attempt to speak with them. 

So off you go. 

It was surprisingly easy with the chatty ladies to gather what you needed to know. They were happy to brag about the wealth and connections their families had and the businesses they controlled. The number of employers, the unknowing dissatisfaction of their workers that went over their heads, the obvious limited knowledge over the sea routes…everything came loose from their lips and will inevitably be used against them later on. Once you mentally checked off what Jade requested you to find out, you were patiently waiting to take your leave when someone decided to steer the conversation to something else. 

“But enough about our families. How is your life as a newly betrothed, darling?” One of the wives brought the attention to you, which took you slightly by surprise. 

“Well, our families were growing close so we decided a union would be beneficial” you smiled as convincing as you could. “While we were arranged, I’m sure it will be an amiable alliance” 

“Oh, how lucky you are” one of the younger daughters congratulated as convincingly as her eyelashes were. “To be engaged to someone as distinguished and exotic as Jade Leech, your family connections must have been more impressive than I realize. I knew how enamored you were with the young heir, but to think a frumpy wallflower such as yourself managed to capture him. Good for you” 

Any semblance of tolerance you had for these women had just been thrown out the window. Even if you were detached from your host character in every sense, you felt anger building in your body from their haughty words. You quickly glanced to where Jade was and he was standing but with his signature smile and charming eyes engaging in conversation with other attendees, so you assumed he couldn’t hear from where he stood.

It’s not good to hold in your anger… so you don’t. 

“Interesting…if I’m a frumpy wallflower as you say, what would you be?” You pondered aloud with innocent tone of voice “bottom feeders?” 

Gasps and stuttering replies were let out from the flushing women, flabbergasted by your undignified words, but they haven’t heard anything yet. 

“Before my engagement, I often chatted with the current Marquis Leech and he was telling me how he was flooded by persistent engagement proposals for his heir that there wasn’t a day that a messenger wouldn’t visit the Leech residence.” 

That was a bold-faced lie about your meetings with the Marquis head but you recalled your classmate’s words of the mountains of proposals the Leech brothers would get, proving their in-universe popularity despite being discriminated against. Well, it’s not as though anyone would question your source, you were engaged to a Leech afterall.

The wives may have been confused but the younger ladies were visibly shaking as they watched you with nervous eyes, either praying you didn’t know the families that proposed or if you did, you’d keep silent over it. 

But you offer no such salvation from their humiliation 

“Out of the countless proposals, I seem to have been chosen over the ones who reached out first. In fact, some of the interested ladies are here in attendance today, such as Lady-“ 

You paused abruptly as you quickly back away as one of the single daughters reached for a drink and prepared to throw it into your face in desperation to avoid being exposed. Seems like you pushed a line too far. You closed your eyes, braced for a rude splash…

but nothing came. 

Surprised muttering and gasps compelled you to reopen your eyes but you were met with a lean chest and tall looming figure blocking you from the women. You leaned to the side and was shocked to see a large wet spot on Jade's pristine suit jacket, his back and shoulder drenched in champagne. You peeked at Jade's face as he wore his signature smile, appearing calm but you could have swore his jaw seemed more tight and strained as though he’s fighting something internally. 

Maybe you’re just reading too much into it. 

Any semblance of annoyance you thought you saw disappeared the moment the eel merman turned to face the ladies before. He placed his gloved hand over his heart and smiled as usual. 

“I believe this conversation may have gone on too long. Everyone is getting a little too tired and reckless. Perhaps we should cut the night short tonight, do you agree?” Jade proceeded to rest his hand on your shoulder, looking at you with faux concern. “Shall we take our leave, my dear?” 

Stomping down the involuntary shiver, you nodded and turned to walk away without saying goodbye to the ladies or even waited for Jade to walk with you. At least Jade had some strength to offer a bow and a smile before joining you. However, you didn't notice the way the ladies silently flinched in fear when they saw the dangerous glint in the young merman's mismatched eyes.

“I never realized you had such a fiery tongue,” Jade commented as the two of you make your way to your carriage, to which you clicked your tongue in annoyance. 

“So you were able to hear everything” you chose to change the topic. “You better not say anything to your father about what I said today. I needed to use an excuse” 

“You needn’t worry, my dear. I’m simply impressed you knew about the proposal letters.” Jade ended his words there, but you knew he was curious to know your sources, especially since it pertains to the ongoings in the Leech residence. 

“I heard some things, that’s all I’ll say” you held your tongue beyond that, your eyes relaying to Jade not to prod further, which he conceded. 

“Of course. I would never want to upset you, my dear.” Jade smiled at the slight shiver in your shoulders. 

“Alright, my turn to ask questions” you stopped in your tracks, forcing Jade to do the same, enticing his curiosity as you always seem to. Your eyes stared at the stained jacket that hung over Jade's arm, having taken it off to avoid the rest of his attire getting dirty. A sense of guilt pinched your heart as you questioned him, “Why did you save me? Sure, I’ll be slightly humiliated but I can just play the victim and ruin them further” 

Jade silently stood in his spot, as though he was seriously contemplating his previous actions. But you doubt that because Jade Leech does not do things impulsively. He’s calculating, his movements always premeditated and intentional. 

Right?

Then, the ocean-haired man slowly walked closer to you. Carefully, he reached out his gloved hand towards your cheek and wiped a small drop of champagne from your hairline. A minuscule drop must have made its way to your face without your awareness. But Jade noticed. The cold leather glided from your forehead to your ear, to which he crept closer as he leaned down and whispered to you. 

“We made a deal, my dear” his smooth voice vibrated clearly into your head and your instinctive shiver came once more from his name for you. “I plan to make good use of you and I will not permit anyone from ruining you before I’m done” 

You sealed your fate with Jade, so you must commit to the end.

[sea-owl]

Had a funny thought. You know, in Asian dramas, how sometimes important people just hide out in the family company as a low level, probably minium wage worker for one reason or another? Imagine Violet doing that, but the reason she's doing low-level work is that she can freely spouse hunt for her kids.

Violet technically never has to work a day in her life again if she so wished to. But Violet also has a mission to find the perfect spouse for each of her kids, and in her mind, she's gonna get better insight of potential partners as the janitor to Bridgerton Industries than as Lady Bridgerton. She'll get to learn intresting things that anyone would normally hide around her.

And meet some interesting people Violet did indeed! Like Simon, the young man who runs Hastings Inc., Bridgerton Industries' biggest partner company. He always greeted Violet with a warm smile. Or that nice vet, Dr. Kate Sharma! She was brought in alongside a trainer when the company started using therapy dogs. Her sweet boy Newton always happily ran up to Violet.

There's also the two lovley girls that regularly go to tea with Violet. Sophie, who works down in the company's childcare facility. Oh she's so good with the children. There's also Penelope, who works for Danbury Publishing but sometimes gets loaned out to Bridgerton Industries to help edit things like newsletters and important emails.

Oh, there's also that smart boy Phillip! It's adorable how he'll go on about plants, he even brings flowers he grew himself! He's the brains in his family's company while his brother runs the office politics. If Violet remembers correctly their company and Bridgerton Industries are teaming up to make Bridgerton Industries more environmentally healthy.

Then there are those two, some would say, devilish twins Michael and Michaela. Violet often sees them when their cousin comes to talk business with Anthony. Michael, that charmer always had a few words to make Violet blush. Though Michaela really isn't any better. Violet is and yet isn't surprised they're the heads of PR over in their family's company.

The last two Violet really likes are these two interns. Gareth, well, Violet isn't sure where he's interning. She knows it's either at Danbury Publishing or Hastings Inc., maybe both? She knows she sees him often enough with Lady Danbury and Simon, and knows he's in school to study archeology. Lucy is Kate's little intern who works more as an assistant while she's in school to studying for her degree. They'll happily chat with Violet if they see her around on one of their visits.

Violet just knows they're the ones for her children. Now, how to get them to see?

[infernal-thorns]

❛ you say beetlejuice three times. and i’ll say candyman five times. then we get them to fight. ❜

For Blaze 🥺✨

[🔥] "Or...how about we don't do that?" Now Blaze can't really call herself the sharpest coal in the barbeque but even she knew how bad of an idea that was.

"I mean let's be real, what's stopping them from killing us first once they pop out? Or after the fact once one takes out the other?"

"And I dunno about you but I am not in the mood to be in tomorrows obituary section." She was pretty damn good at keeping herself alive after all...

[tragedytells-tales]

Brooo I love your writing so much!! It’s literally so great😭 can you write the brothers (or just Lucifer and Satan if that’s too much) with a teen!mc (platonic obv) that is VERY gen z. Like if they’re able to have their phone while in Devildom then they would constantly be talking about stupid internet drama while using strange terms. They know the stuff they say is weird but that just encourages them to be even more unhinged and chaotic. I just thought it’d be funny :) thanks if you decide to do this!!

"I hear you loud and clear! My apologies for this taking so long, I was only able to come up with something for Lucifer and Satan."

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Lessons in cringe culture

Notes - Teen!MC, Headcanons, Shitpost, comedy just pure comedy

Characters - Feat. Lucifer and Satan

Summary - MC has a few ideas on how to make these ten million years old demons more modern. Are they good ideas? Who knows and who cares

Warnings - Not proof read

TW - None

Lucifer:

[ New word to vocabulary - Gyatt ]

- So MC teaches him gyatt. And not actually on purpose, but not on accident either. They had the thought of saying it out loud around him just to see if it would be a good enough substitute for "god" that they could say it without almost smiting the Avatar.

- They had the thought about a week ago and completely forgot about, but they couldn't just sit there silently when they got jumpscared by the newest update to celestialdrop Valley

"You can now drink mayonnaise."

- Either way he is scared of teenagers of MCs variety because he was sitting in pure silence, minding his whole business while MC did something on their phone, until suddenly they screamed from the top of their lungs

"GYATT DAMN?! LEVI YOU WON'T BEEEEELIVE THIS!"

- Not only did they startle him out of his old ten million years aged bones, and dared to swear in his presence, but then before running to show Levi whatever it was that sparked this outburst MC turned to him and asked

"Are you all good?"

"...Yes? Why would I not be?"

- They give him the most evil of smiles before leaving. The smile was so evil that it sent shivers down his spine, for a human it was a devilish little smile that he knew meant nothing but trouble.

- The things he'd give for a single one of his technically adopted family to be normal ( <-- He literally handpicked everyone in the house, and he's no better but he's also the oldest so )

- He asks MC about it later and gets a proper explanation, only thing is that now he can't ground them for the improper use of language because the use of "gyatt" was surprisingly clever and smart

- Damnit MC, stop getting the braincell!

- He genuinely starts using it in secret whenever he wants to say "goddamn", he dare not utter it around his brothers lest they start bullying him

- Jokes on him, he gets drunk and slips up in the group chat!

Satan:

[ New phrase to vocabulary - It's my turn with the braincell! ]

- Speaking of. One would think that because he reads so many things and has so much knowledge and is technically the youngest of his brothers that he would know at least a bit of funky phrases

- He does. He knows Devildom phrases specifically. But he's also stupidly smart, smart stupid if you will, so he takes things MC sometimes says a tad to literal

- So imagine his surprise when they say "Hey, it's my turn with the braincell. I need it for algebra, hand it over!!!" While studying with their friends

- If you imagined very, very surprised then you are correct

- Aka: he's worried about the amount of concussions MC must've had for them to lost so many brain cells that they need to borrow and take turns with them from others

- He would've also questioned where and how they’re getting the brain cells they’re borrowing if he weren't so concerned in the first place

- He genuinely asks them what kind of brain cells are they missing to see how he can help

- They tell him "My brother in christ, I'm simply jesting about" and now he thinks MC is a sickly Victorian child with a lack of brain cells who got cursed

- Congratulations MC, you've tricked the smartest person in the house, but at what cost?

- The cost of him texting the group chat that MC has lost brain cells and needs to borrow some, that's what. All because they're too busy laughing to properly explain, and now Levi and Belphi are clowning on everyone else because they ALL fell for it too

- The price of living with beings who are over ten million years old is a steep one

- He steals the phrase and instantly starts telling his brothers to borrow brain cells btw, he's adapting

- He's been stealing phrases from MC for a while now, but this one is his favorite

- ( They taught him "fuck this thing, fuck that thing, fuck you, fuck you, you're cool-" last week, they’re not allowed to be friends anymore )

AN - The idea of teaching Lucifer "gyatt" made my lungs hurt, but then the thought of Asmo learning "down bad", Beel learning "bussin", and Mammon learning "L + Ratio + you fell off + fatherless" also made me lose it. I just wasn't sure how to go about that. ( Also thanks for the compliment!!! I hold it ever so gently,,, )

[bearratic]

🪶

//If I may, if you want, sisjdjdkd 😖✨ I only have one muse so far... It'll probably be something black?? :0

[But of course you may 🖤.]

“Maxim huh? Cocky yet cheerful when you are the one talking I heard. I’m matching you with a true bird of death, the Chihuahuan Raven. Though they look ominous, deep down their song is higher pitched than the common raven. Bringing at least a little flair to the grave.”

SIZE

About the size of a Crow, About the size of a Mallard or Herring Gull.

COLOR

Black, White.

WING SHAPE

Fingered, Long.

TAIL SHAPE

Wedge-shaped.

[achilles-rage]

achilles-rage’s twelve days of christmas

day ten: sleigh ride (ft. donovan rocker)

summary: 20 squad and 50 squad compete to see who can decorate the best armoured vehicle, which proves difficult for you; torn between your team, and your boyfriend.

word count: 1.9k

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a/n: i’m like 99% sure that they only have one armoured vehicle instead of two, but simply ignore that for plot purposes<3 i’m so sad this series is almost over it’s been so fun, and also christmas is almost here?? i still need to go shopping for gifts (oops lol). anyway, enjoy<3

warnings: allusions to smut but nothing insane, no use of y/n, fem!reader, plus size!reader, race inclusive!reader

You love being on 20 squad. Hondo is a great team leader, and you love all your teammates dearly; you never have to wonder if they’ll have your back, they always do. It’s like a family; one that you’re extremely grateful to be part of.

The only downside about it, though, is the stupid rivalry your team has with 50 squad; your boyfriend’s team.

You know they don’t really hate each other, that it’s more of a healthy rivalry with no hard feelings between them. But, on occasions like this, it’s difficult to be in the middle of their silly competitions.

This year for the holidays, 20 squad and 50 squad have decided to have a competition on the best decorated armoured vehicle, and the winners will be decided by a local class coming for a field trip right before Christmas. This competition had been decided about a week prior to the date of their visit, and you haven’t heard of anything else since then.

At work, Hondo and Luca have been bouncing ideas off of you, and at home, Rocker has been trying to get you to spill some details about your team's plan. You usually love Christmas, but this competition is beginning to get on your last nerve.

Two nights before the class’s trip, you’re lying in bed with Rocker, both of you propped up on pillows as you read your book, and he continues to research Christmas decorations. You’ve tried to speak to him a few times, asking about his day, or telling him about various drama you heard about at work, but each time he had merely mumbled a quiet “mhm, wow.”

Finally, you huff and close your book, placing it on your bedside table before you get comfortable. You lay facing away from him and turn off your lamp, and when he continues to type away on his laptop, the noise and the light keeping you awake, you sit up quickly, eyes narrowed.

“Donovan.” you say sternly, shooting daggers into his back.

“What’s up, baby?” he murmurs sweetly, his eyes not daring to leave his laptop screen.

“Don’t you think you should get some sleep?” you ask, your voice coming out softer. He hums softly, waving his hand slightly as he mumbles that he just needs another minute. 

You huff, and continue to sit there, staring at his bare back for a minute or two. When you realize that he’s definitely not going to bed anytime soon, you figure that you’ll have to try something else to get his attention.

You move towards him, now sitting beside him, and just slightly behind him, leaning your chest against his arm as one of your hands runs down his chest.

“Maybe you should take a break, my love.” you purr, your lips just inches from his ear.

This action seems to stop him, just for a moment, and he looks ahead of him as if contemplating your suggestion.

“In a bit.” he finally says, eyes dropping back down to the various pictures across his screen with lights, garland, and tinsel.

Did he seriously just turn you down, you think? You let out an exasperated sigh, then without another word, you take your hand off of him and move away.

He’ll have to pay attention to you after this, you think.

You stand up beside the bed and pull your oversized shirt over your head, letting it drop to the bed beside you, then round the front of the bed, standing right in front of him.

You slowly crawl onto the bed and up towards him, a devilish look on your face as your tits sway with each movement. You move right up to his screen, your tits almost brushing against the top of it.

“You don’t think you need just a little break?” you ask suggestively, keeping your eyes on him as a smirk grows on your face. When he doesn’t flinch, you sit back on your knees, grabbing your tits and massaging them with your hands gently. “Something to take your mind off things?”

Your eyes narrow when Rocker’s eyes still don’t move up to you, like he’s in a trance, and you laugh in disbelief when you realize that not even this will get his attention. He has got to get his priorities straight.

Finally, you take the laptop from him and close it, quickly throwing it out of his reach before he can react. 

He finally looks up at you, eyes darting between your eyes and your tits, and the protest dies in his throat before it can make it up to his lips. He swallows, a small smirk forming on his face as he watches you continue to crawl up to him until you’re straddling his lap. His eyes are glued to your soft belly and your chest as they move with each movement, and suddenly, he’s laser focused on you.

“Okay, you’re turning me down now. This has officially gotten out of hand.” you say, keeping a teasing edge in your voice despite your growing frustration. 

“I’m sorry, sweetheart. It’s just- I really wanna win this thing. You guys win everything.” he tells you, a hint of insecurity laced in his voice as he massages your thick thighs. 

Your eyes soften at his words, and you sigh as you raise your hands up to cup his face. You run your thumbs along his skin, feeling the soft tickle of his stubble against your fingers, and you smile softly when you see him melt into your touch.

“This is really important to you, isn’t it?” you ask in a quiet voice. 

He nods quickly, the side of his lip quirking up in a slight smile.

“It is, I don’t know why. It’s not just winning, either. I wanna give the kids an awesome experience, I know the area the school is in, and I know a lot of those kid’s families don’t have the means to create a special holiday.” Your heart breaks at his words, and you can’t resist the urge to lean down and kiss him gently. 

Rocker tries to keep up a certain image at work, but you know that this is how he really is most of the time. At work, it’s all about beating 20 squad, but here, with you, it’s not really about that. Not completely, at least.

He meets your lips eagerly, one hand coming up to rest on the side of your neck as he guides you into the kiss, and the other gripping your thigh firmly. 

You finally break the kiss after a moment, eyes taking in his features as you think for a second. Then, you let out a heavy sigh. Your team would probably kill you if they heard what you’re about to tell Rocker; Luca most definitely would.

“Okay, fine. 20 squad’s plan is only focused on the outside of the truck. What if you decorated the inside of it, too? Blankets, lights, maybe some cookies or hot chocolate. Maybe Hicks would let you take them around the block in it, or something. But either way, they’d be able to get into the truck and be part of the magic.” you tell him, feeling increasingly guilty.

Your guilt disappears quickly when you see the grin erupt on Rocker’s face, however. He pulls you against him, hugging you tightly against his chest and definitely not focusing on your bare tits pressed against his chest as he kisses the top of your head.

“You’re a goddamn genius.” he mumbles against your skin, rocking you both back and forth as he hugs you. You giggle softly, rolling your eyes. 

You can’t believe you just guaranteed your own team’s loss just so you could see your boyfriend smile.

“And you can thank me by taking a little break, maybe do something to get your mind off things.” you repeat your words from earlier, raising a brow as you lean back and smirk down at him. 

He smirks as well, eyes roaming your bare skin, and letting a low groan escape his throat.

“Yes, ma’am.” he murmurs before crashing his lips to yours, then flipping you over on the bed and crawling on top of you eagerly.

The day of the class’s trip has finally come, and you and Rocker’s teams are placing final touches on your armoured vehicles before the students arrive. Chris and Street are fixing the wreath on the front of the truck, although from where you’re standing, it looks like Chris is fixing and Street is just standing there. Deacon, Tan, and Hondo are standing in front of Luca, rolling their eyes and laughing as he gives them last minute things to fix.

Finally, the kids arrive, and once they’ve had a tour of the inside of headquarters, you each take your turn showing them the vehicles. Your team goes first, Hondo taking the lead and showing them the lights and sirens, and how Luca had somehow found a guy to make the Christmas lights flicker in time with the police lights.

The kids love it, and you can’t help but smile as you watch their big smiles and wide eyes as they take in all the lights on the truck. All of them want a turn hitting the button for the lights and siren, and Hondo lets them, lining them up so they can all get a chance in the front seat.

Then, it’s 50 squad’s turn, and you watch with a warm smile as Rocker shows them around the truck almost the exact same as Hondo. 

He finally opens the back of the truck, revealing blankets, lights, and garland covering the entire back seat.

“And now, for a special treat, we all get to go in and go for a drive around the block!” he tells them with a smile, his eyes darting to you and giving you a quick wink. 

Your smile widens, and you’re glad that Hicks actually allowed Rocker to do this with the kids. It sort of makes you think about having your own children with Rocker someday, but you push the thought to the side, more focused on the care Rocker is putting into making a group of random children’s Christmases a little bit better.

“How did we not think of that!” Luca says with a huff, throwing his arms up in the air as you all stand in a group and watch the kids laugh and jump up and down excitedly. 

“I guess we’ll know for next time.” Street mumbles with a roll of his eyes, his arms crossed and his eyes narrowed.

You don’t say anything. You try to keep a straight face as Rocker holds the door open as the kids all climb in. Right before he closes the door, he turns to look at you again with an appreciative smile and mouths “i love you,” which doesn’t go unnoticed by Hondo and Deacon.

“What? Come on, you gave him that idea?” Hondo says, nudging your arm. The grin finally makes its way onto your face, and you shrug, trying desperately to stop the smile.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” you reply with a slight shake of your head, and your teammates all groan. You even see Street making a fake throwing up sound.

“Oh, shut up. It was to help the kids.” you say, and they all groan again, rolling their eyes at your lovesick expression.

“More like one kid.” Luca mutters as he glares at Rocker, and you laugh, turning back and watching the armoured vehicle driving out of the parking lot as the lights and siren come to life.

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[rei-kozuki]

🍷 “Come on, surprise me~”

[TW: vomit] She was practically dancing in her living room. Crying, laughing, and scrolling on her phone. Pressing on some random number to call. "I don´t care WHO you are, you gotta listen to this. I mean, fuck. Fuck! Listen. At work-" another laughing fit stopped her from speaking before she finally continued. "Okay, okay. So I have this one coworker right? And she tells me, crying and all, that her brother cheated on his girlfriend. I know, fucking trash human being, but turns out that his girlfriend then went to sleep with his dad." Rei paused to get some air.

"....And she got pregnant, by her boyfriends dad. I mean OH my GOD. In what kind of film am I living?! To like, hear about that? I hope she keeps it, family reunions are gonna be fun!" But whoever she called wouldn´t get time to reply. Rei hung up, and ran to the bathroom. She needed to throw up. One too many drinks, and now it was all coming up again.