#if anyone knows lmk ToT

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Slateport City Market ^o^ I drew this for @hoennzine

[kthecutest]

So here me out:

I kinda wanna cover &Team’s lore. I am not caught up o the WEBTOON but I’ve watched their MVs like ten million times (I am confused how Scent of You goes into the storyline. So if anyone knows pls lmk bc I’m curious)

So Jian’s group is involved with the lore too (and HYBE loved connecting storylines lol) annnd I was thinking for Najak (Nicholas) and Jian’s character (Lianhua / Mingyeong).

I can give you the storyline I have for Mingyeong. The members are nymphs in their storyline and use different elements (ex: fire, water, nature, etc) ☺️

i dont read the webtoon too ToT so ik nothing but i do know that all of the mvs are definitely correlated to their lore.

just my guess but think they added scent of you into the list since yk they're wolves? and wolves have really good sense of smell and the song is probably just about sooha's scent (like not in a dirty way but yk those romantic ways)

i think u should def stir up some good ol connected lore storylines between jian and nicho's characters for sure for sure. It's time nicho gets a different love interest than sooha alr, mans need his own female lead mc.

gurl if u decide to get on with this idea, imma be so down to cheer for this omfgggg cuz i fricking love mythical au stories so bad

[kimbleefucker]

Thanks for answering my ask! Sorry if all the asks are overwhelming/unwanted (just let me know and I will stop asking!) I just love OC chitchat and I can't find anyone to talk about their OCs. (ToT) Anyways sorry, again lmk if these types of asks r annoying and I will cease. I never would've guessed Remi was a wolf chimera, I LOVE that! Is there a more animalistic side/transformation (like how the other fellas in BH)? Do you have a pic? Did remi have the white/silver hair before chimera or was that a side effect? Was wolf chosen during the military experimentation or was it just "alright we can make you any kinda chimera, you might get something cool like a wolf or spider or something lame like idk a literal duck." How/why did Remi get in the military? I read a bit on your SI blog; what kinda alchemy do they do? What inspired the design? I REALLY love the look of your OC because it's like...they fit in seamlessly? I also rarely see OCs with glasses so I guess I'm just intruigied by the design choice ahaha. Not even just design but the story is so. I'm not sure how to word this but like it's not really far-fetched/"out there" , Remi just fits in like they were already in the show. Lol.

NOOOO ITS not annoying at all!!!! Ty!!! I appreciate them tbh I actually never get to talk abt my oc/si and/or their ship bc my friends rlly aren't into ocs

Yeah!! Similar to the other chimeras like that that can shift into a... anthro like form

I haven't drawn it almost ever admittedly and this is even nearly a decade old.... I should redraw it

I've considered if I should make it a side effect!! I never delved into it but when I conceptualized it, it had been a result of the chimerafication

Tbh we don't exactly know how the animals were chosen, but Heinkel and Darius and a Lion and Gorilla respectively, so it felt right- with both being considered sort of "top tier" if their animal class, a wolf felt like it slotted in with them. And they are the chimeras that don't take issue with being chimeras! So it felt right to associate w them.

I had originally conceptualized them as a plant specialist in alchemy, probably somewhat similar to the Tringham Brothers in 03, but I've never fully fleshed out that part bc im still unsure. It was part of the Ishval route. But as for the reason behind the military, that's mostly because Amestris is a military nation and the best way to success is thru the military, especially as a state alchemist! It's a bit shallow, intentionally.

As for the design, I tried to make them look as close to me as possible! My hair isn't quite as long anymore, and my glasses are silver instead of gold now, so I've considered updating the design but never got around to it! There's also that long time skip (idk like 6 months) in between promised day and events prior, so I've considered updating it and associating it with promised day in lieu of that

The glasses admittedly are bc I do wear glasses! I guess I could have taken them off but like, I take pride in being a megane character and I think those traits add to my oc/si as well ((:

TY!!!!!! I know ofc canon compliance isn't Obligatory but I rlly did want it to feel very Natural and In Line with the series, as much as I could. I wanted any degree of seamless believability, that could be adapted at a moments notice. It's just part of the fun fr me... trying to fit into the rules as close as possible as an outline for all the character and design choices... so I'm rlly glad that it paid off !!!

[insidereagan]

reagan realising she’s actually most likely autistic and realising how much makes sense

autistic!reader x reagan ridley

“hey, reagan, how are you doing?” you asked, slumping down on the couch finally home from work. you and reagan both worked at cognitio inc but reagan had to go home early, because in the beginning meeting, everything got slightly too much for her, she snapped and she had to leave early. you wished you could leave, but you weren’t allowed to. so, when you got home and saw her crying in the sofa, automatically concerned.

“hey,, what’s wrong? shh, it’s alright. do you want to talk about it?” you asked and reagan sniffed.

“I-I- I what the hell is wrong with me, y/n?” she asked, crying.

“rea, nothing is wrong with you. you just had a bad day, and that’s okay. i’m not mad at you, and neither is anyone else. we were all talking about how much we loved you. it just got too much, and that’s fine,”

“but it’s like,, more than that. I can’t make eye contact, I don’t get social cues, I break so damn easily, I focus far too much, I can’t be touched by anyone but you without being yelled at, and even then you have to ask, and do many other things that make me so weird in comparison to everyone else,” she sniffed.

“you deserve way better than me, you deserve a girlfriend who is actually able to do normal couple stuff,”

“no, reagan. I love you. I wouldn’t want a better partner. hey, I’m not you, but have you ever considered your autistic? I know this might be a tricky subject and all because of your mom’s book, and if this triggers you I’ll stop, what your describing matches up to all the traits,” you said, calmly. reagan looked at you.

“r-really? I mean, a lot of people have told me they think I’m autistic but.. I never actually thought about it until now. I know your autistic.. and I can relate to you a lot I’m some things,, I just thought it was a coincidence,” she said, quietly.

“I know.. you really don’t have to, but I have some books on it if you want, take your time, rea. it’s all gonna be okay, and I’m here for you,” you said, and reagans eyes filled with tears.

“I love you, y/n. no ones ever made me feel loved and wanted like this,” she cried.

“I know, rae. im so proud of you. you had a really tough life so far, but you’re doing so well,”

you spent a few minutes in silence, until you spoke.

“hey uhh, me and the rest of the gang got you some stuff after work,”

“r-really?” reagan asked and you nodded, grabbing your backpack and pulled out a box and handed it to reagan. she smiled faintly and opened it. Inside, there were all kinds of treats. first, she pulled out a pack of some fizzy cola bottles.

“those are from Andre. he wanted to get you... you know.. *andre stuff* but we of course didn’t let him,” you said, and rea chuckled slightly before grabbing a small teddy bear and Bach’s sleep spray.

“that’s from Gigi. she knows you struggle to sleep at night, so she hopes these will help,”

the rest of the box had chocolate from brett, a word search book from glen, some candy mushrooms from myc, and a collection of fidget tots from you.

“t-thank you. seriously. no ones ever cared for me like this, let alone give me a present,” she said, and you smiled.

“y’know what? I think I might not go to work for a while, and rest up and do more research on autism,” she said.

“really? that’s amazing, rae, I’m proud of you. take as long as you need,”

“thank you,, uhh,, y/n can we snuggle?”

“of course,”

lmk if you want a part two

[its-tea-time-darling]

🐾 4 and 6 for Minewt, 9 and 22 for Thomesa, 16 and 20 for Thomally ? 🐾

hiiii, thanks for the ask anon!

when you see the extent this answer took you'll understand why it took me so long laksdjfklas.

kinda doubt you'll see the answer to it since it's anon so you won't get a notif, and i'm answering only much later, i'm sorry ToT

(lmk if you end up seeing it anyway, that'd make me very happy <3) (maybe you'll think to search my blog for the 'anon ask' and find the answer that way &lt;33)

@ crest if you're wondering why i tagged you, it's for the thomally song (the way i connect it to your tmrss) all the way down the post

@ ias if you‘re wondering the same it‘s bc i recced your wonderful thomesa gift to me)

i’ll put all of this under a read more break bc this must honestly the longest answer to any ask ever lmaoooo

the answer contains minewt, thomesa, thomally and taylor swift talk.

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Minewt

4) Which one is more protective? Who needs to be ‘protected’

Minho might feel the need to protect Newt from others, but it’s Newt who has to protect Minho from himself. (Minho wants a lot, he wants it all, and he’ll shy no consequences to his mental or physical health.)

6) Who would beg the other not to leave? Who has to leave to protect the other?

Crying sobbing screaming.

Bookverse minewt ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

This is so hard. I mean you already got it. Minho begs Newt to come back to them, but Newt doesn’t want them (want Minho) to see him that way.

(I do have a fic where they go to find him at the Crank Palace and Newt does come with them—but bewarned it does not have a happy ending.)

Thomesa

9) What are their thoughts on having children?

I'll be answering this in another ask where i got the same question, but tl;dr is I think they do want children.

link to VERY cute fic in which they (spoiler) do have a child:

written and gifted to me by @dunne-ias i was SO happy about it you couldn't even imagine anon

22) What reminds each of their partner?

When they have a moment of epiphany, where something just Makes Sense, it will remind them of each other because that’s what happens when they think and talk together.

(the thomesa mind link and what it would mean in a modern world is my own personal drug. i'm so drawn into them knowing and getting each other like nothing and no one else. (exemplified by them again 'not knowing' each other after the swipe, yet still working together perfectly and having instant platonic and romantic chemistry ohmygodijustlovethemsomuch ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh))

Thomally

16) Can they stay up all night just talking?

They might try but let’s be honest those boys are sleepy sleepy so they won’t make it, rip.

(For anyone who cares about Thomas sleeping, there’s this silly, silly project I’ve started "The Great Thomas Sleeping Saga"; it’s literally just a fic about Thomas sleeping asdlkfj. It’s a community project where anyone who wants to can provide snippets of 100 words about Thomas being asleep—reach out if you want to participate <3

20) Choose one song that perfectly describes their relationship.

The Archer by Taylor Swift. easily.

tagging you crest bc you might like the insight @crestfallercanyon

Combat, I'm ready for combat I say I don't want that But what if I do

I never grew up It’s getting so old Help me hold on to you

I’ve been the archer I’ve been the prey Who could ever leave me darling,

But who could stay

Dark side, I search for your dark side But what if I’m alright, right, right, right here

I see right through me, I see right through me Can you see right through me?

Who could ever leave me darling, But who could stay Who could stay

You could stay

Combat, I'm ready for combat

so again crest, i tagged you bc i thought you might like to see it, but also because the whole part abt 'i see right through me / can you see right through me' reminds me of that moment in your tmrss gift for me when thomas wonders 'what do you see in me, right now, right this moment', or something along those lines.

i think it's such a quintessential moment, both for thomas wanting gally to know him, wanting to know how gally perceives him, wanting to be someone in gally's eyes, and how i feel that knowing someone is the ultimate form of love. wanting someone to know you is a bit like wanting them to love you (platonically or romantically), isn't it? in my mind at least.

this gains a whole new perspective and understanding for thomas and gally, because they've both done horrendous things, and they've both taken actions that have hurt the other immensely. and for them to then come to a place where they know the other well enough to trust that wasn't what defines them, what to them makes up them as a person?

inject that shit right into my veins.

(when i say 'knowing someone' both in the case of thomas and gally, but also in a wider sense of knowing someone as a form of love, i btw do not mean 'know every fact of what's ever happened in their live', or know the other person's each and every last opinion and feeling on everything. i mean knowing someone well enough that the details don't matter.)

crest i couldn't resist and i went and found the passages i was thinking of. this one earlier on in the fic (i still am IN LOVE with the rhythm of those sentences following each other):

Thomas has no idea what he must look like to Gally. 

He wants to know. 

and then the one i was quoting above:

Thomas wishes that could be another truth: what do you see in me right now? Right this second?

these passages really stuck with me, for the above way too detailed and way too kitch reasons. thank you again for that wonderful fic ��

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PROPS TO ANYONE WHO SCROLLED TO THE BOTTOM OF THIS MONSTER POST AHAHA 🎃

[incorrectbirdmenquotes]

Rei: Be the bigger person.

Eishi: No? I’m 5’2” and bitter. YOU be the bigger person.

[wagner-fell]

I am still very new to this website and I don’t know how link a post but this fic is based on a post by @sandersgrey

(If someone reading this knows how to link a post please either explain it to me or link it in the comments because that post is *amazing*)

“Hmmm,” said Tessa, depositing Mina into Kit’s waiting arms and examining her buzzing phone critically. She shot a quizzical look in his direction.

Jem looked up from his novel. “What is ‘hmmm’, my love?”

Kit mimed vomiting but stopped dead in his tracks when she replied, “it’s Astrid’s mother. You remember her from parent teacher night, don’t you, my darling?” Kit swears they were being extra insufferable just to mess with him but he didn’t have the time to be annoyed when Astrid’s. Mom. Was. Calling. Tessa.

To understand why Kit was panicking as much as he was, you must know that Astrid’s mom was incredibly chill. She never got mad. The worst punishment she’d ever given her daughter was taking away her iPod for a week so she couldn’t listen to Mitski.

Was she calling about last night when Astrid, Mari and Kit threw eggs at the Shadowhunter’s that were giving Mari’s pack a hard time for no reason? No, that couldn’t be it. She’d given them the eggs.

Could the call be about the day before yesterday when Kit and Astrid got distracted doing homework and ended up snapping the coffee table clean in half while battling gladiator style with pool noodles? No, that wasn’t it. She’d just handed Astrid a twenty and told them to go to Kevin’s parents' shop and get a new one. Was she pissed because they ended up spending the money on ice cream instead? No, they ended up finding a table for free in the rubbing bin outside a fancy hotel.

Kit clutched his sister to his chest and prepared for the worst.

“Seo-yoon! What can I do for- Oh, hello Astrid!” Tessa paused briefly, presumably to listen to Astrid speak, and Kit sighed in relief.

“Kit is occupied at the moment but I can relay the message.” Another pause. “Oh don’t be frightened of me. I’m a tots rad mom. Your secret is safe with me.” Kit felt his face flush red as he heard his best friend’s laughter echo across the living room. “Okay! I’ll let him know. He has to get Mina to sleep before he can leave though. Lord knows he’s the only one who can these days.” Tessa chuckled at something Astrid said before wishing her good luck in her endeavour and ending the call.

She turned her attention back to Kit. “Astrid needs your help breaking into your teacher’s home to retrieve her cell phone.”

Kit blinked at her, dumbfounded. “You aren’t mad I’m going to go break the law?”

Because of course he was doing it. Astrid’s dad had bought it for her and he was extremely cautious about money. That was one of three things Kit knew about her dad. He was cheap, he lived in America and he loved the movie Fight Club.

Tessa ruffled Kit’s hair affectionately. “Please. I’ve raised two other Herondales. At least I know about this particular adventure beforehand.”

Mina began snoring softly and Kit handed her back to her mother. He grabbed his bag and started his journey to the door when Tessa added, “she also told me to say hi to a ‘daddy Kit’. Are you ‘daddy Kit?’”

‘Daddy Kit’ closed his eyes and wished for the sweet release of death.

“Why is Kit a daddy,” Jem asked, genuinely confused. “Aren’t I the daddy?”

Kit swung the door open so fast not even a speed rune could have aided him. But not before I heard Tessa reply, “Lily Chen certainly thinks so.”

Mrs. MacNamara clapped her hands together. “Why don’t we all go around and say a few things about ourselves?”

Kit buried his face into his hands. He’d been relieved when no other teacher had fulfilled the Disney channel stereotype of making every student introduce themselves to the new kid. But Mrs. MacNamara didn’t even seem to realize what she was doing.

All Kit’s fellow classmates groan. Expect one. Her hand shot up immediately. She was short, like smaller than Clary short. She wore a baggy pink shirt with the words ‘Queen Glimmer of Etheria’ sewed on with purple sequins and tight black jeans. Her colourful, choppy hair was in a low ponytail and she flew a few strands out of her eyes as her hand wiggled in the hair.

Mrs. MacNamara pointed at her. She stood up and smiled at Kit. “Hi. My name is Astrid. My hobbies include making my little cousin’s girl Barbies kiss, as it should be, and watching television shows where everyone is a terrible person so you can love all of them!”

“And what shows might that be?” asked Kit, already in the process of pulling out his phone and opening the Notes app.

“Grey’s Anatomy, Glee, Grey’s Anatomy again because it’s seventeen seasons as of right now. And to be fair it practically became a different show when they killed off Mark Sloan.”

“That’s enough, Miss Yang,” said Mrs. MacNamara. Astrid sat down and winked at Kit. Then she took out her phone and airdropped him a complete list of all her favorite shows, along with her number.

After Blessica’s pre-birthday birthday party, they went to Cirenworth and stayed up till four A.M. binging them.

They met outside a queer dry bar called Aries Not Welcome, the unspoken gathering place of the Merry Hoes. It was run by a poly lesbian couple in their mid-thirties. Quinn, Sydney and Aliyah may not have served alcohol but at least they were open 24/7.

“Did you bring the shit?”

Kit gave her a look. “The shit? How conclusive.”

“Shut up. You know, the shadowhunter thing.”

“The shadowhunter thing?”

“The, the, the glow stick that you draw with.”

“The glow stick that I draw wi-“ Kit closed his eyes briefly. “Do you mean a stele?”

Astrid snapped her fingers. “That’s it!” Kit shook his head in exasperation, smiling fondly. “I borrowed a torch from Quinn, let’s move.”

“Should I be worried that you know where Mr. Smith lives?” questioned Kit as he followed Astrid’s lead through the park.

“Should I be worried that your mom was fine with us breaking and entering?” she shot back playfully. Kit pushed Astrid and she fell off the path, laughing all the way.

“You called me ‘daddy’ to my mom’s face.”

She just laughed harder, slinging her arm around Kit’s shoulder. “It was over the phone, Christopher. And as I should.”

“Pffffttt. Why did you get your phone taken anyway?” She put her hands into her jumper pocket and looked at the ground. “Astrid.” She remained silent. “Astrid?”

She mumbled something under her breath. “What?” asked Kit.

“I WAS READING NINEJ FANFICTION!” she shouted.

Kit gasped. “I thought you were a die hard Kanej shipper,” he whispered.

“I’m a multishipper, okay?!” she replied, equally quiet.

“Does Blessica know?”

She shook her head. “And she will never find out.”

Kit saw the opportunity and he seized it. “She’ll never find out as long as you never call me daddy in front of either of my parents.”

She removed her arm from his shoulder and guided them out of the park, in the direction of the many apartments that lined this side of town. “I hate you.”

“Well, so does Mari. You're not special, Ast.”

She rolled her eyes. “You know Mari doesn’t actually hate you, right?! They’re just still in the enemy phase of your enemies-to-lovers romance. She only dislikes you because they feel something for you but they don’t know what so she interrupts it as loathing. In reality, her inner soul knows you’re hot and shmexie.”

Kit didn’t know how to process this so he just nodded and follow Astrid in silence to Mr. Smith’s house. (Plus, he was kinda glad that, according to his best friend, he had a little more time for Mari to ‘discover their true feelings’. If Kit screwed this up, he was out of countries to run off to.)

“Oh you have got to be fucking kidding me.”

“What,” asked Kit, turning around to face Astrid and closing the drawer he was rifling through. “Did you find your phone?”

“Yeah. But I also found Blessica’s. She was Snapping Kevin. Platonic my ass. But he took the fucking trans flag out of her phone!”

Kit snatched Blessica’s phone out of her hand to examine it for herself. She was telling the truth. Where the glitter pride flag usually rested was just a clear purple case. Kit couldn’t believe his eyes.

“It’s one thing to misgender her every day.” Blessica had forced all four of the other Merry Hoes to sign a contract saying they wouldn’t do anything to harm him because of it. “But this is the last straw. You know what we have to do.” Oops.

“Yeah, but we don’t have any spray paint.”

Kit eyed Mr. Smith’s pink sofa, blue bar stool covers and white picture frames. “I think I have something better in mind.”

It would have been easier for both parties to just zip off the sofa cushions and tape them to the wall but by ripping them off in strips, they ensured he would have to buy new ones. And judging by the car he drove and the fiji water in his fridge, Mr. Smith could definitely afford it.

That reminded him, “I’ll finish up with this. Go put all his fiji water into my bag.” Astrid saluted him and ran off. “Wait.” She stopped and looked at him. “Steal all the remotes you can find.”

“How is he not awake?,” asked Astrid as they ripped the fabric of his seating from the stool.

He shrugged. “Don’t question it.” He shoved the bundle of cloth into her arms. “Glue this above the pink. I’ll handle the frames.”

“Say the magic word,” she sang.

“Please?”

“No. Lesbian. Come on, I thought you knew me better than that.”

Kit laughed quietly. “Can you lesbian glue this above the pink?”

She grinned at Kit. “It would be my pleasure.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Hello! Sorry I haven’t written anything in so long. School just restarted and it has been…a lot.

@adoravel-fenomeno @thechangeling @the-blackdale @the-wckd-powers @thomas-gaypanic-lightwood @im-not-ruined-im-ruination @ithurielkeepsgettingkidnapped @noah-herondale-lightwood @arangiajoan @shelvesofgold @maxboythedog @book-dragon-not-worm @hardlymatters

Very sorry if I forgot anyone. Lmk if you want to be addEd/removEd from the tag list.

[nolawritesfanfics-deactive]

hello!! can i request a fluff fic with bennet on a picnic/cafe date with his s/o in a modern setting, tysm!!

Hello!!! I love this idea sm, it’s so flipping adorable!! Bennett just existing gives me a serotonin boost but this is just too cute ahdghagshshegsh—

Bennett may be a bit OOC since I haven’t written anything for him yet, so lmk if there are any mistakes!! (^///^)

Genre: Fluff

Summary: When Bennett’s picnic date with you gets ruined, the cafe serves as a form of comfort to both of you.

Warnings: None

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Modern!Bennett taking his Gn!(s/o) on a picnic/cafe date

Bennett loves exploring, so picnics are his cup of tea. And when you’re there, his favorite things become ten times better!!

Every week, you decide to go far away from the city, to an empty, open field. No bad luck can find either of you there, since nothing resides there. Or at least, that’s what you usually think.

You would make food together before you leave, hoping that it doesn’t rain on your way over. Even if it does rain and get the food wet, Bennett is happy wherever you are, no matter what! And if everything does get ruined, cafe dates are always a thing too!

Bennett would be so nervous about it too because of his luck, the last thing he want to do is get you hurt. But it happens anyway, which lowers his self esteem by a lot. Please tell him you don’t mind. This poor boy needs lots of hugs and reassurance. (ToT)💖

You loved Bennett, but it was no secret that his luck effected everything he touched. Quite literally. For example, he tried petting a stray cat one time, (which was a bad idea in the first place) and not even a minute later, it scratched both of you and ran off.

At times, it would get a bit frustrating, but you knew that it wasn’t his fault. Whenever you were just hanging out after school, you both would get turned down by nearby stores due to his past incidents with his luck, leaving you to wander aimlessly around the city until you got bored and went home.

So, earlier today, Bennett got fed up with his situation and met you at the front gates. He suggested going on a picnic for a change of scenery. He had already planned everything out, rambling excitedly about all the things you could do there. You reluctantly agreed, silently hoping that nothing would go wrong. It was better than another long walk, at least.

It’s wasn’t a surprise that your boyfriend wanted to go elsewhere for your date, but you weren’t sure if it was safe.

If Bennett couldn’t survive in the comfort of his own home, then how would his luck effect nature? It could rain, getting all of your food wet- but that was only the best case scenario. For all you knew, there could be a sudden tornado or hurricane that hits just as you finish unpacking everything.

Going on a picnic seemed like a death wish, and both of you knew that. So why did Bennett want take that risk?

He said that it was an empty field, so there wouldn’t be any chance of dangerous entities. And, he said that things would be alright as long as you were with him. He thought you were his lucky charm. And in truth, you were.

When he met you, he felt like the luckiest boy in the world. You gravitated towards each other, quickly becoming friends, then working your way up to something more. You were precious to him, and he was precious to you.

So, you and Bennett set a date for your picnic. Thank the archons that today was that day. Today was Saturday, the only day that contained endless free time.

You had been so excited that you could hardly sleep on the nights before your meet up. To make things worse, you woke up way too early out of excitement. But, on the bright side, this meant that you could prepare more.

You grabbed a package of cookies and sandwiches, along with your phone in case of any emergencies. After throwing all of these into your backpack, you left your apartment and headed off to Bennett’s house.

The walk there wasn’t too long, especially since you were familiar with a few of the shortcuts lying within the city. A while ago, Fischl had introduced you to them, all while reciting a monologue about her “secret base”. (Which really just ended up being her room.)

You dashed down the empty sidewalk as soon as Bennett’s door came into view. A rush of adrenaline hit you as you climbed up the cement stairs. You knocked on the door, which flung open almost immediately, revealing Bennett.

A blush washed over Bennett’s cheeks as he looked at you. “(Y/n), Hey! P-please, come inside!”

You nodded and happily followed him inside. His Dads were scattered all over the living room, making breakfast and going about their day as usual. As you entered, all of them greeted you. They added in a few comments about how Bennett never stops talking about you, much to his embarrassment.

It wasn’t the first time you had visited Bennett’s home. In fact, you were practically family to everyone related to him. Sometimes, if you two got bored, (which was quite often) you would sleep over at his house, or he would sleep over at yours. It was safe inside, which was a harsh contrast to what the outside world was like.

Whenever you wanted to go on dates together, both of your families would help set them up for you. They knew Bennett would need the help, especially with his terrible luck and romantic obliviousness. However, it turned out that he was pretty much fine on his own. But, if either of you needed help with anything in general, you knew you had support.

You chuckled and took his hand. “You ready?”

Bennett nodded, grabbing his bag. Soon enough, you were being pulled out of the room and onto the streets. The sun had fully risen, indicating that today’s weather would be optimal for a picnic. You had no idea where he was taking you, but you trusted him enough for your anxiety to subside.

There were a few close calls with wild animals and speeding drivers, but overall, Bennett’s luck seemed to be doing alright today. All you needed to do was get to your meeting spot without getting hurt, and everything would be fine.

Or so it seemed.

The houses and tall buildings started to fade as you ventured far outside the city. In front of you was a massive open field, Cecilias and Windwheel Asters scattered all over the grass. Your heart swelled at the beautiful view before you, grasping your beloved’s hand even tighter than before.

“Benny… this is amazing- how did you find this place?” You breathed.

“Ehe! Well, one day I was trying to walk school, but I got lost and ended up here. Looks like I got pretty lucky after all!” Bennett said, sheepishly tubbing the back of his head. “Come on, let’s go set up.”

You set down your bag and started unwrapping the food you brought. Bennett laid out a blanket beside you, and started unpacking food of his own. When you both were finished, you sat next to him, laying your head on his shoulder.

Heat radiated off of Bennett’s skin as he wrapped an arm around you. He was internally sent into a flustered panic whenever you made contact with him, which wasn’t a surprise. Right now, hugging you was the only way to hide the fact that he was blushing furiously. Besides, the feeling of your arms around his waist made him feel safe.

The only thing you could hear was the steady, fast-paced beating of Bennett’s heart, and the rusting of flowers and grass. Almost ten minutes passed before you pulled away, looking at his face. You smiled as you observed every detail of his eyes.

Suddenly, an ear shattering clap of thunder echoed throughout the valley. Not even a second later, heavy rain was pouring on both of you, completely destroying your food. The two of just sat there in both despair and surprise, watching as your picnic got ruined.

Why did this happen? The weather was perfectly fine this morning- what changed? Bennett silently cursed his luck for ruining his date with you, his demeanor shriveling as the rain continued to pour. Normally, He wouldn’t let something like this get him down, but today it was harder.

“I-I’m really sorry, (Y/n)…. I swear, it wasn’t meant to turn out like this- ah!”

Noticing the change in his mood, you pulled Bennett up and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek. “Don’t worry! I don’t mind the rain, but we should leave so that we don’t get colds. If you want, I know a nice cafe we can go to instead!”

Bennett blinked a few times, obviously surprised by your cheery attitude. Most people would’ve given up on him at this point. However, you stayed with him, which is one of the many reasons why he loved you. You never gave up on him, no matter how many times your plans were ruined.

Bennett nodded his head with a determined grin before scurrying to help you pack up. The thunder you had hear a few minutes ago had started up again, making both of you nervous. So, as soon as you were done, you led him to the cafe, holding his hand.

At this point, both of your clothes were completely soaked and water was dripping from your hair. But neither of you minded, you were just happy that you got to go on an adventure together. You and Bennett bolted towards the cafe as soon as you saw it. Warm, pastry scented air hit you two, beckoning you inside.

The cafe was busy, many people coming here to take shelter from the rain. But, there were a few tables left so you told Bennett to grab one while you got some coffee and cookies for you both. Luckily, the cafe was swift in their preparations, causing you to return to Bennett before anything went wrong.

You sat across from your boyfriend, smiling as his eyes lit up at your presence. He opened his mouth to apologize, but opted to bite into a cookie you bought him instead. Anxiety was radiating off of him. So much so that it physically hurt to watch.

So, you held out your hand for him to take. You knew that he didn’t have anyone else to come to for comfort, and that he would get chewed out for the smallest mistakes. You wanted to help him, and teach him that it’s okay to be loved, even if it’s a foreign experience for him.

Bennett was finally starting to realize that. He was finally staring to realize why you stayed with him. It wasn’t out of pity or spite, no, that couldn’t be farther from the truth. It was because you genuinely loved who he was as a person, despite his bad luck.

And that meant more to him than anything in the world.

So, he took your hand, and silently made a promise to you.

{🔥..^v~} “(Y/n), for all of the times you’ve helped me… I promise to stay by your side whenever things get rough.”

[keyboardink]

“crushed”

Sam and Deena are completely oblivious that their feelings are mutual, especially when Sam thinks Deena and Kate are together and Peter enters the picture.

pairing: samantha “sam” fraser x deena johnson / media: fear street trilogy

genre: friends to lovers, angst with hurt/comfort & fluff / word count: 2.6k / rating: pg-13 / warnings: bullying, a bit of swearing

a/n: so this is an au where deena and sam aren’t exes so sam never left shadyside (& kate isn’t all “screw ur ex” ya know). also kate is bi and no one dies. this is based mainly off 1994 (since 1666 hasn’t come out yet haha). please lmk if you like this & want more fear street fics from me. enjoy! :)

"I still can't believe you're dating a Sunnyvaler," Kate said, popping a potato chip into her mouth.

"Doesn't that totally go against the rules of this town?" Simon chimed in, stealing a tater tot from Sam's lunch tray.

"Oh, please," Sam scoffed, swatting Simon's hand away as he reached for a second piece. "He's actually a nice guy if you got to know him."

"Since when has the star quarterback ever been a nice guy?" Kate replied, earning a raised eyebrow from Simon. "Look, just because I cheer for them doesn't mean I like them."

The stiff wooden table rattled as Deena dropped into a seat across from Sam and next to Kate. She tried to pull her bomber jacket around herself quickly--

"New shirt?" Kate asked.

--but she wasn't quick enough.

"No," Deena sighed, letting the jacket hang open to expose a black, skin-tight tank top underneath. It used to be her favorite, previously baggy in all the right places, but it returned from her last laundry day one-size-too-small. "It just shrunk in the wash and I was running late." She kept her eyes down, focused on the unappetizing cafeteria food in front of her.

Kate eyed her for a moment, then looked over at Sam, who was practically drooling over this new shirt that provided a perfect V-shaped view from where she was sitting.

"I know you're not a fan of tight clothes," Kate countered, "but it looks nice on you. Makes your boobs look amazing."

Deena playfully elbowed Kate's arm, a small smile brightening her downcast expression.

Sam watched the two girls as it unfolded - the low-cut shirt, the raised eyebrows from Kate as she scanned Deena's body, the laughter following her joking shove. Had she imagined the flickers of lighthearted tension between them? She averted her gaze, envy bubbling up in her throat. She pulled her tucked hair out from behind her ears to cover the burning, red blush she felt building there.

"So, what were you guys talking about?" Deena asked, insecurity still swimming in her mind despite Kate's compliment. She looked up at Sam, who appeared to be too interested in her tater tots to hear the shirt dilemma. Although she was somewhat relieved, she felt a pang of disappointment at Sam's disinterest; she was the only person Deena had hoped would look at her.

"Sam's got a new boyfriend," Simon answered, his voice half-muffled by a mouthful of dull-brown burger, oblivious to the sideways glances being thrown around the table.

"And he's from Sunnyvale," Kate added, spitting out the town name as though it tasted worse than the school lunch.

"What? Isn't that, like, against town law or something?"

"That's what I'm saying!" Simon accidentally spewed small chunks of meat on his tray in the midst of his excitement.

"What's his name?" Deena covered herself with her jacket again.

"Peter."

"Peter? Oh, come on, you could've at least picked a guy who didn't have a basic name," Simon rolled his eyes, as if 'Simon' was the most unique name on the planet.

"Honestly, yeah, kinda sounds a little too basic," Deena said, her eyebrows furrowed. She felt a heat tightening within her chest. She was angry at herself, at Sam, at the world.

"I'm not making him up, if that's what you're suggesting." Sam cast a glare across the table, but it didn't stop them.

"Which Peter? I mean, there's Peter Williams, Peter Anderson, Peter Moore..." Simon counted along on his fingers.

"Oh, no," Deena interrupted, a smirk pulling her lips. "He goes to another school. You wouldn't know him."

The two threw their heads back and laughed. Deena felt the fury in her chest loosen slightly, a bit of relief found in the pain she caused others. It was her defense mechanism: when the world turns to shit, you act even worse - that's how you survive.

Sam was on her feet, her eyes full of tears and frustration. "His name's Peter Brody, and he's number 29 on the Sunnyvale football team, and he's actually a good fucking guy, unlike you." Her eyes narrowed, focusing on Deena, who suddenly didn't find the whole thing all that funny anymore.

And with that, Sam picked up her lunch tray, turned on her heel, and walked out of the cafeteria.

***

Monday dragged on, every class seeming longer than usual for both Sam and Deena as they sat in separate silences. Though apart, they each felt the same waves of guilt, anger, and sadness wash over them in cycles as clocks ticked their way to the end of the school day.

Deena was walking out of band practice, which had only extended her already-exhausting day, when she spotted a familiar head of blonde leaning against the cinder-block wall across the hallway.

"Hey," Sam said, reaching her hand out slightly. Her hair was tied back, adorned with an azure bow, and she wore her cheerleading uniform to match.

Deena stopped as guilt flooded her lungs once again. "Hey," she replied in a whisper muffled by her emotions.

"I just got out of practice. Want to walk together?"

Deena could tell Sam was lying. Kate normally waited with her, and they would both be shiny with sweat. The water bottle in Sam's hand was almost empty, meaning she had likely been waiting for quite a while.

Deena nodded, and they started to make their way towards the exit that led to the student lot.

"I just wanted to say sorry," Sam began, "for earlier. It was pretty shitty of me to say that."

"Yeah, but I was being shitty, too." Deena pushed open the heavy, navy-blue door. Sunlight blinded both of them. "I just can't believe you'd get a boyfriend and not tell me."

Sam stayed silent, unable to come up with a reply. Deena had been the first person she wanted to tell, but Kate saw Peter grab her ass after last weekend's game, and suddenly her boyfriend was all anyone could talk about. Sam didn't even know why she had agreed to go out with him in the first place. Everyone had said it must've been a prank, because why else would a Sunnyvaler date a Shadysider? Something about the whole relationship gave Sam a twinge of nausea if she thought about it too much, so she just tried not to think about it.

But she had wanted to tell Deena. She had wanted to see if she would be even a little jealous at the idea of her having a boyfriend. It just hadn't played out that way.

"See you tomorrow?" Sam said, stopping at the curb.

"Is your dad picking you up?" Deena looked around for the familiar, beat-up Ford that Sam's father drove, but to no avail.

"He should be here soon."

Deena knew he had a tendency to flake on his daughter, despite being the one who got custody in their divorce battle. Although Deena hated him for his neglect, she was silently, selfishly grateful that Sam didn't move to Sunnyvale with her mom. Regardless, if her dad wasn't here now, the sun would probably set before he'd remember to show up.

"Come on," Deena said. "I'll drive you home."

The drive was almost-silent. A disc played Pixies at a volume low enough to just barely understand over the sound of rumbling tires on uneven gravel. Sam's house was a bit out of the way for Deena, but as she was slowly realizing, she'd do almost anything for her.

"Thanks for the ride," Sam smiled sheepishly, pulling her backpack up from the floor. She started to open the car door, then hesitated. "Actually, wait, can I ask you something?"

Deena's heart leapt into her throat. "Shoot."

"Are you and Kate, um... like, together, at all?"

"What? No, no no no." A chuckle slipped past Deena's lips at the idea.

Sam must've thought Deena was laughing at her, because she felt her ears grow warm in embarrassment. "Oh, sorry, I just thought... I saw how you two were at lunch today and it just, I don't know. I thought you weren't telling me something." Sam looked at her sneakers, almost pristine white with the exception of faded grass stains on the toes.

"No, we're just friends, I promise. We've been best friends forever. I mean, she was there when I first got boobs, so, I mean, that's just how we are." Deena immediately cringed at that sentence. Way to make it better, dumbass, she thought.

"Oh. Okay. She just talks about you all the time to me, whenever we're at practice, you know? She'll say things like 'Damn, didn't Deena look really good today?' to me, like, all the time."

Deena let herself laugh at that. "Oh, really? Wooow. Good to know."

"I mean, from that I just kind of assumed that you guys had a thing. How could I not, right?"

Deena nodded, understanding that Kate's comments were her attempts at being a good wingman and not confessions of underlying feelings. "Kate and I both like girls, yeah, but not each other, not like that." Deena's gaze flickered over Sam's face, taking in her eyes, her ears, her lips. "Definitely not like that," she added in a soft whisper.

Sam looked up and smiled sweetly, her stare lingering for a moment too long before she returned to the moment. "Well, thanks again for the ride. See you tomorrow." She gave an adorable little wave as she stepped out of Deena's car.

"See ya," Deena replied, her stomach fluttery.

***

The days passed, and the friend group of four had returned to almost-normal. The only thing out of place happened on Friday night, after the second football game of the season. Normally, they would all grab pizza and watch a movie after the game, but this time was different.

"Peter invited me to a Sunnyvale party," Sam explained when they met in the middle of the field as the crowd started to file out. "Maybe next week?"

So Deena, Kate, and Simon ate their pizza without Sam, feeling a tangible emptiness where she would normally be.

Kate's house was on the so-called "good side" of town, where the roads had less potholes and the houses had more structure. It was the most Sunnyvale-esque part of Shadyside. Her living room was homey, with family portraits on the walls and a couch that was lived-in but not worn-out. They had rented Candyman from the town's Blockbuster, which played on Kate's boxy TV.

"I don't like this," Simon said, chewing a pepperoni slice.

Kate responded without looking at him. "The pizza or the movie?"

"Actually, I like both of those things," Simon replied with conviction. "I was talking about Sam. It feels... I don't know, lonely?"

"What are we, chopped liver?" Deena joked.

"I mean, some days you can come close to it," he teased back.

They all returned their attention to the movie, red and white light bouncing across their faces. As if on cue, there was a knock on the door at the exact moment a jump-scare flashed on-screen, causing the trio to startle.

"I'll get it," Deena offered, jumping up from her seat.

She opened the front door to reveal Sam, tears rolling down her cheeks. Her hair was slick and her blue uniform looked damp. Her arms were wrapped around herself as she shivered in the cool October air.

"What the fuck happened?" Deena stepped out of the way to let Sam in.

Simon and Kate scrambled to join them when they realized who had arrived.

"Oh my God, what happened?" Kate plucked her school cardigan off the coatrack and wrapped it around Sam's shoulders.

"Did Petey break up with you?" Simon asked. "I mean, you guys were only dating a week. It couldn't've been that serious, right?"

Kate elbowed Simon in the stomach at his insensitive comment, eliciting a pained groan from him.

Sam hugged the cardigan around herself, but moved her arms enough to reveal "IT" scribbled in black Sharpie under her cheerleading uniform's "SH".

"What the fuck?" Deena repeated, this time more to herself than Sam.

"God, those assholes really have no idea how much uniforms cost," Kate muttered.

"And they... they p-poured ice water on m-me," Sam stuttered just as Simon returned from the living room with a throw blanket. She gave him a grateful smile as she enveloped herself in it.

"C'mon, let's sit down, alright?" Kate suggested. "You want a hot cocoa?"

Sam nodded and followed Deena and Simon to the couch, while Kate split off to the kitchen.

"They poured ice water on you?" Deena asked as she sat next to Sam, a hand around her shoulders.

"Th-they got someone to hold my arms back so they c-could write 'shit' on me, and then someone came outside with a bucket, and-" A small sob came out of Sam's throat, and another tear rolled down her cheek.

Deena didn't stop herself before reaching up and wiping it away. She let her fingers stay there for a moment, unable to think clearly.

Simon stood up quietly, making a hushed excuse about helping Kate with the hot chocolate before disappearing into the kitchen.

"He's such a douchebag," Deena muttered, furious that someone would hurt such a sweet creature like Sam. "I'm so sorry. I'll kick his ass for you."

Sam chuckled at her offer. "Can I watch?"

Deena laughed softly at her response, then realized that her hand was still pressed against Sam's cheek and pulled it away. She let it fall onto her leg, but Sam reached over and rested her own hand on Deena's.

After a minute of silence, Sam had almost stopped sniffling when she spoke again. "I don't even know why I agreed to go out with him. Like, damn, he's not even that hot. I could've at least gotten played by a hot guy." Sam half-giggled at herself then sighed. "I should've seen it coming."

"Hey, it's not your fault," Deena said, placing her other hand on top of Sam's. Her hand was cold and delicate between hers, and she hoped that holding it would provide some warmth to her.

"If I'm being honest," Sam continued, "I think I only really went out with him to forget about this other crush."

"Hold up, you never told me about that. Who is it?"

Deena's obliviousness faded away as Sam looked up at her with wide eyes. The jealousy, the talk in her car, the longing that filled the space between them now - at this moment, it all clicked into place.

"Oh," Deena whispered.

"Deena," Sam spoke, hushed as she leaned forward. "Can I...?"

"Please," Deena breathed as their lips touched, soft and scared and new all at once. The thought of crossing a line beyond the point of return flashed through their minds, but it seemed as though they both wanted to push the boundaries. Sam's free hand cupped Deena's cheek shyly, as Deena squeezed her other hand between hers. They treated each other carefully, as though kissing too hard might break the other, which would be a crime worse than death.

"YES!" Kate shouted, giving Simon a high-five. Some hot chocolate spilled out of the mug in her other hand and onto the floor, but they were both too enthusiastic to care.

"Finally, you guys!" Simon ran over to them, wrapping them both in a wide hug from behind the couch as a giant grin spread on his face.

"You guys were watching?!" Deena asked. She felt her cheeks flush as she pulled away.

"Duh!" Simon answered. "We've been waiting for this!"

"Took you guys for-fucking-ever," Kate said with a smile, handing Sam her cup.

Sam held the cup up to her newly-warmed lips, courtesy of Deena, and took a sip, looking over the edge at her. Deena saw her blue eyes crinkle into a smile, and her mouth returned the sweet sentiment.

[lilikags]

Hello, hello~~ can I request some hcs for kayron, mort, tywin, and vildred finding out their s/o is pregnant with their child? Thank you for your time and sorry if I am bothering you!

request !! ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ-

‗ ❍ req open at @lilikags (hq, genshin, e7) & @arlitem (tot) ‗ ❍ kayron, mort, tywin & vildred finding out their fem!s/o is pregnant with their child ‗ ❍ fluff, hcs, mentions of prgnancy (as per the req >.<), mentions of suggestive content (?) ‗ ❍ apologies for this being super late, I hope you don’t mind. :0 I've been getting a couple of father hc requests lately /pos also if I've tagged anything wrong lmk @ anyone who sees this post - also ur not bothering me at all!! @ anon 

Kayron

Kayron's dead silent. He's surprised- he knows he shouldn't be, because he knows what the two of you’ve been doing, but he simply wasn’t as prepared as he thought he’d be.

When you ask him if he’s okay, he can only stare at you. Only emotions race through his mind, one of the few moments he remembers that he’s actually more human than he thinks he is- or anyone else but you. 

He rests his head on your shoulder, but there’s no pressure from the weight; he’s keeping his head up, actually. His breathing is soft, full of emotion. 

“How are you feeling, dear? Are... you happy?” There was a pause. “Yes, Y/N.” 

He becomes much more protective, and he fights the war much more aggressively

Mortelix

It’s the inexplicable smirk again. You can’t tell exactly what he’s feeling; he’s unreadable at times. It was a little frustrating, but perhaps maybe the great Mortelix wouldn’t be as great without being so unreadable. Though, his might would certainly triumph otherwise...

He’s amused, a little excited, even. He can’t wait to pamper you even more, and this gives him infinitely more power and ability to do so- the perfect excuse to the elders. 

“What are you thinking?”  “Hm... perhaps you could guess?” “With that expression of yours, I won’t be guessing anything.” He chuckled. “Having a little you would be so cute, wouldn’t it?”

Tywin

Tywin also has no words. His mind turns blank, with fear of something happening to either of you, but within a couple of seconds, he’ll return to his normally calm state. 

He’ll smile softly, the love in his eyes showing. Not that it doesn’t show all the time, but it was really easy to tell at this time. 

When people ask about you, he’s so proud. He’s like, “Yes, it’s true that Y/N’s pregnant.” 

“That’s wonderful, love.” 

Vildred

Vildred is literally the happiest man in Ritania at that moment. He can’t put anything into words- or thoughts, really. It’s pure emotion. His eyes start to tear up, and a smile appears the fastest you’ve ever remembered.

The jokes have stopped. The lighthearted mood is lifted, but it isn’t awkward at all. It’s simply joy. 

A light kiss appears on your lips and forehead. And yes, he’s excited to start a family. 

“I... thank you...” “No, no, Vildred, thank you.” 

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[thelost-in-time]

Super hyped for your ToT OC!

Thank you, Anon! Here is my ToT oc! For her name, I was not sure if it should have been Aria, or Ash, so I used a wheel picker and Ash won. Lmk what you think!

Name: Ash

Nicknames: Senpai (Marius' nickname for her), Partner (Luke's nickname for her when teasing her), Misfortune (her nickname to herself,

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Age: 27

NXX and NSB Agent name: Ace

Appearance: Short (153 cm tall/5ft 2 in) with medium length hair tied in a ponytail (when hot or working) or open (other times), wears glasses unless at work, then she uses contacts. Has curly hair but keeps it straight so it's not too bushy and usually keeps a bracelet on that Luke gifted her.

Personality: Quiet most of the time, likes teasing her friends occasionally, gentle yet strict, stubborn and short tempered yet somewhat patient. Almost motherly and takes care of her friends when they need her most. Overall introverted.

History: While growing up, Ash was never close to any of her peers, nor was she very liked due to reasons unknown to her. Whoever was close to Ash ended up leaving her, so Ash got used to being alone, separating herself from the world while she fought her wars alone.

Ash joined the NSB two years before Luke and was his senior, having been assigned the task of training him. Ash was gentle with Luke outside of training, but showed him little mercy when they were training, only stopping when he couldn't go on. The day Luke defeated her in training, she gave him a proud smile and pat his back, and that was how they became partners. Besides Aaron and Luke, Ash never really spoke to the other agents as she struggled to communicate her thoughts properly. The only time Ash was able to show her thoughts without effort was when Luke was in danger: she disregarded her own safety to save him.

Always being one to listen to people's problems, Ash always kept her problems to herself and never told anyone about her inner demons. Upon her and Luke arriving to Stellis, Ash had finally broke. All alone while the NXX were out, Ash was in the NXX HQ when it happened. All her years of fighting alone took its toll, and she would have been lost if not for Artem who found her.

After that incident, Ash became comfortable around Artem as well, often seeking him out for things while he sought out her advice on certain tasks. This caused Marius to grow suspicious of Ash, thinking she was a threat if she got people on her side so quickly. Until Ash approached him one day and gave him a hug, knowing he was having a bad day and that he may need a hug without him saying anything. That was how Marius realised how caring Ash was, and took a liking to her.

Ash was very wary of Vyn, until the day that she lost one thing she cared about most and Vyn helped her the most. From then, she would run to him to hang out or do something relaxing, knowing it soothed him as well due to him being like her: not speaking about his own problems while helping others with theirs.

Friends: Aaron, The NXX and Darius

Love interest: "Classified." —Ash/Agent Ace

Final note:

Ash used to be a sensitive person, yet circumstances turned her into the person she is today. Like any person, Ash has her good moments, and her bad moments, but she doesn't put anyone down. She knows how it feels. The NXX all have their own problems, and they take care of each other, but do they see Ash as the strong Agent Ace, or the girl who lost her innocence so long ago?

[billy-the-hurricane]

Hey hello I'm not dead (I wish tho 🤪) but I wanted to see if anyone would be interested in an harringrove rp? Looking for a Steve rper. I'm 21 so dw abt that. But there are a few things I'm looking for in someone to rp so here we go

✨ Be 18+

✨ Be okay with smut

✨ Must tell me if there are any topics too triggering to you (considering Billy's abusive father, there will most likely be heavy topics mentioned, so I want to know beforehand what's not okay with you because I want you to be comfortable ^^)

✨ I'm literate. I go over the discord limit (so 2k characters), I like details and character depth. I like understanding characters and I would love to find someone that does too

✨ Smut's cool and again, if you have limits lmk beforehand. I prefer the switch/verse dynamic but if that's rly not smth you can do, we can work it out

✨ I don't do abo, m-preg, and anything related to body fluids aka pee and other stuff I'm sure you can figure out

✨ Billy's a huge muse of mine and I have tons of hcs to add to the table 🥰

✨ I'm open to your plots and AUs!! I have a few but it's nothing precise so feel free to give me your suggestions

✨ I heavily prefer discord, because it's the only app that notifies me approximately well ToT but dm me here first so we can chat and see how we feel

✨ I always value my rp partners more than the rps themselves. They never come first, I know you have a life and it's okay if it takes time for you to reply, it should stay fun. You come first and if you ever need someone to talk to ooc, I'll gladly help in any way I can

✨ I'm French but bilingual so although I proof read myself before sending, there may be mistakes, but I'm trying my best to avoid that, and I hope you will too 🥰 and this is my timezone as well

[shaekingshitup]

MIRACLES HAPPEN

DAY ONE: TANGERINE

A/N: Y’ALL! I WAS DUPED! @teakturn puts out a 25 Days of Christmas every year and my dumbass said I would do it too. But I decided to add a little diversity to the culture and we’re doing a Chrismukkah adventure this year on this blog! This is picking up after this request that I got earlier this year. None of this shit is proofread because I am literally just writing by the seat of my pants so read at your own discretion. I will probably end up rewriting this entire mini series in the future. But enjoy it now. If you wanna be tagged, lmk! Also, I know that in In Sight I said there was a cure for COVID. Swap that out for a vaccine y’all. Viruses can’t be cured. 

Word Count: 2300 

DAY ONE: TANGERINE

December 18, 2022

“Baby you ready?!” Tre called into the house as reached into the basket on his way to the garage. He came up empty handed for the keys to his Lexus. Opening the door to the garage, he saw Sol sitting in the passenger seat of the running car. 

Tre walked over to his baby as Sol smirked at him. 

“You late again,” she said. 

“I’m never late,” Tre said opening the door and climbing in,  “You just early as always,” he shot back as he put the car in reverse. Sol playfully rolled her eyes. After two years of being together, this was always their running joke. The first time they’d met, she’d been pacing back and forth awaiting his arrival. Even after finding their own groove, she still found herself being the one waiting for him- but, he always made it worth it so it was hard for her to complain.

Tre pulled out of the driveway and clicked the remote to shut the door. Out of instinct, his hand went to Sol’s thigh when he put it in drive. “Did you grab my yarmulke?” Tre asked as he threw her a glance. 

“Please don’t insult me. This ain’t my first feast Nemo.” the indignant manner which she spoke had her and Tre struggling to keep in their bouts of laughter. “Yes, baby. They’re in the backseat.” 

“Good. Good. What’s the other name for them again?” Tre asked as he merged onto the nearly empty highway. A five a.m call time could be a blessing and a curse. 

“Kippah” is the Hebrew word for the male cap and “kippot” is the Hebrew word for the female cap.” Sol answered on autopilot as she mused on their situation. She was still taken aback that they’d been contacted by Black Juice to begin with. She’d been following them ever since they’d done that feature with Drake talking about how his own Jewish faith influenced his career path. Although she wasn’t as active in her Jewish faith as she’d wished she’d been in recent years it was still a huge victory to be acknowledged by the leading Black Jewish media network. Okay so maybe they were the only Black Jewish media network. But that definitely meant they were in the lead! She wasn’t stupid to think that this kind of opportunity would have come without Trevante in her life. But, she wasn’t gonna knock it either. 

This 8 Days of Miracles was the perfect task she needed as she figured out what the next step was for her career. Now that she’d finally finished her academic portion of her career she wasn’t sure how to proceed. So throwing herself into this project and hosting both her family and Tre’s for the holidays was the best distraction she could ask for. This time always gave her hope and made her realize that any kind of bullshit she’d put up with wasn’t in vain. It was her annual reset. New Year’s be damned. It also made her feel closer to her father and there wasn’t anyone in this world she’d loved more. At least that’s what she’d thought. She felt pressure on her thigh from the number one contender for her heart as Tre gave her a slight squeeze. 

“What’s on ya mind Sunshine?” Sol looked down at his hand and couldn’t help but cheese. She still beamed every time he called her by that nickname. 

“I was thinking about my dad and how proud he’d be to see me reppin his faith,” Sol said absentmindedly touching her necklace. Tre listened attentively as he grazed his thumb against her thigh in a gentle motion. “ I mean, I don’t know if he could have known that all of the years he instilled in us the value of miracles when we were children we’d still be celebrating Hanukkah after he was gone.” 

“I’m sure he didn’t know.” Tre started out slowly. He honestly wasn’t even sure if she’d finished her thoughts, “But, he probably hoped you would.” The phone rang as they turned off the street and into the lot. “STEPH 👷🏿‍♀️💪🏿” flashed across the Caller ID on his dashboard. Tre clicked the answer button on his steering wheel as Sol handed him his badge to show to Nico, the Security Attendant. 

“We’re at Security Steph,” Tre answered as he nodded at Nico. 

“Okay good. I just wanted to make sure we were starting the day off on time.” Tre and Sol shared a glance. 

“Woman don’t start with me. Call time is 5 and it’s 4:39. We don’t play that late shit over here and you know it.

“Well,  I also grabbed your favorite donuts from Craft Services so no one else would steal them and I wanted to know how long I had to hoard them for your ungrateful self. I can put them back if you’d like sir,” 

“Steph. You can ignore Tre.” Sol chimed in. “We appreciate you and will be walking in the door in exactly 2 minutes. Tre is parking as we speak. We’ll see you soon.”

“Tre, you lucky you have her. Keep her if you want to keep the best managent in town. Bye y’all!!” Steph sang as she hung up. Sol let out a cackle because Steph refused to be referred as anything other than a managent as Tre stood there dumbfounded at how he was being left out to dry. But he knew better than to go against two black women before he’d even finished his morning coffee. He just hopped out the whip and opened Sol’s door so she could do the same. 

Once they’d gotten their morsels of food, gone through hair and makeup and snapped a few photos for Black Juice and their own social media accounts, they were back on the road headed deeper into LA. They had a cameraman in the backseat filming their every move, one car guided them to their location and another followed them as they maneuvered through the cars that were poppin up for their morning commutes. Sol was on her IG live and answering any questions that popped up about where they were headed and her Hanukkah festivities. She watched as the number quickly jumped from 5,000 viewers to 13,000 and counting. She wasn’t sure what this many people were doing up at this hour but she wasn’t complaining. Tre’s mama was of course one of them. He was a mama’s boy through and through and she was always there to support him at any opportunity she could. Sol made sure to greet her specifically. Tre bopped his head to some Jill Scott- being careful not to let his yarmulke fall. Sol sipped some hot cocoa from her thermos and sang off key with him. As soon as they turned on a residential street, she felt awash in a new warmth that the hot chocolate couldn’t touch. She shook Tre’s arm enthusiastically. 

“It’s time!!” she beamed, “Are you ready?!” Tre chuckled at her immediate change in attitude. The car in front was already parked and the camera crew was out on the sidewalk. 

“Yes Sol. I’m ready to spread some holiday cheer. Let’s go make somebody’s day he said. Before Tre could even put the car in park, she was reaching for the handle” 

“AHT AHT AHT” Tre barked out loud causing the cameraman man in the backseat to jump,“ Tre was already exiting the driver’s side and pointed his finger at her as he crossed in front of the car “Don’t even try it.” Sol rolled her eyes and pouted as she waited the few seconds for him to open her door. 

“Thanks Tre,” she stuck out her tongue. She was like a kid in a candy store and was ready to full out sprint to the front door. The IG live comments were flying. 

Okay Daddy Tre! I need a mans to talk to me like that. 🥵🥵

Did this man just bark at her? 🐶

Loook so long as he handles this backdoor he can open any other door that he pleases sis!

Y’all females is wylin as usual. 

Sol glanced at them. “Imma need y’all to stay out of grown folks’ business and just enjoy this holiday work we are puttin in okay” She handed her phone to another crew member and grabbed Tre’s hand to drag him to the front door. 

She pushed the button for the doorbell but no sound rang out. Tre gave three succinct raps on the door and heard someone rushing down the stairs. The door was flung open by a woman in black slacks and a blinding blue polo emblazoned with a nametag that ironically labeled this young woman as “Tangerine”. She couldn’t be more than 25 years old and the toddler saddled on her hip only added to her youthful appearance. 

“Hi Tangerine,” Tre began, “My name’s Trevante and this is Sol,” he gestured to Sol at his side. 

“Hi?” Tangerine answered confused at this couple and the cameras that followed them. 

“We’re here today with Black Juice, a local Black organization that highlights the experience of the Black Jewish community and we’re doing 8 Days of Miracles,” 

“Okay..” Tangerine said not sounding any less confused. “ I’m not Jewish.”  Sol took over as she could tell that Tre’s efforts weren’t getting them anywhere.

“We’re here because your friend Kira sent in a letter telling us about  how great of a mother you are. She said that you’ve been working two jobs here to support you and your daughter.” At this, Sol smiled at the baby, “She told us that the second job you have is for daycare expenses alone.  We wanted to come out here today and let you know that we see what you do and how hard you go to make sure you give your daughter the best. So, we wanted to help you out and give you this. “ Tre gave her the envelope he had in his hand. It read “Day 1: Tangerine”

Tangerine took the envelope as Tre explained. “We’ve paid for your daughter’s child care for the next two years so you can give yourself a break.” She opened the envelope to see the receipt from Tiny Tots Kindercare and didn’t even know what to do. 

“I don’t know what to say.” She paused for a moment as what this truly meant registered in her mind. “I can quit this job and actually spend more time with my baby and focus on my candles.” 

“Your candles?” Sol asked. 

“Yeah. I make candles by hand. I took a few classes and have played with a few scents. Some friends have asked me to make them some and I’ve been waitin to be a little more secure with my money before I start at it.” she answered exhaling deeply. 

“Do you have any candles right now?” Tre asked peeking a little further in her apartment. Sol slapped his arm. 

“Could you be any nosier?” she chastised with love. 

“Yeah I have some. Do you mind holding Layla?” she asked but she practically threw the child into Sol’s arms as she ran to grab her stash of candles. Sol put on her sweetest voice and spoke to Layla about how old she was and if she liked her friends at daycare. When her mom came back Sol could see the sheer joy that she had when showing off her handiwork. 

Tangerine went through all six of her candles and their various scents with them and by the end Tre had bought each one. She was floored and couldn’t do anything but cry at the way her morning was turning around. It wasn’t even 7:30 and she’d already gotten 2 years of childcare, a reason to quit her grocery store job and someone who actually wanted to buy her candles. 

Before they left, Tre made her promise to hit him up when her site and IG were live so he could get more candles and share it with all of his friends. Sol returned Layla to her mother saying her goodbyes and grabbed Tre’s hand to head back to car. She leaned on his shoulder and he could see the contentment in her eyes. Sol almost forgot her phone before a crewmember handed it back. 

She came back to the IG Live trying not to get too emotional. “Look at that y’all! Day one of Hanukkah is off to a start and we’ve already proved that miracles happen! Y’all better stay tuned in over the next week so you can see who we pop in on next. You never know if it could be you! Thanks to Black Juice for giving us this opportunity to turn someone’s ordinary day into something smile about. Y’all betta check them out so you can see the full footage of what we’ve got goin on! Bye y’all!

“Bye y’all!” Tre called out. They answered a few more questions with Black Juice, said their goodbyes and climbed back into their car. 

“Can we go back to bed now?” Tre asked as he pulled back onto the main road and his hand founds Sol’s thigh again. Sol laughed. 

“I mean if that’s what you prefer we can. I had some other things in mind.” she suggested. 

Tre raised his eyebrow. “I swear you see one baby and you always go 0 to 100”

“Look, I just believe in practicing all aspects of having a child! Even the making part.” 

Tre threw his head back laughing. “I’m wit it babygirl”

DING! 

“That’s me” Sol said. She looked at her phone screen. A text from “Mama Rhodes” popped up.  She’d sent some Pinterest looking bible verse again. 

This was the third one this week. It dampened her mood immediately and caused her to groan. The text read: 

Seeing you with that little girl made me so happy for the good Christian grandbabies that you and Tre will be blessing me with in the future. I thank Jesus for the miracle of you and my baby everyday XO. 

“Tre, I got another one from your mom. When are you gonna talk to her?” 

Tre sighed. “I promise. I’ll talk to her soon and it will definitely be before your Chrismukkah Extravaganza. Don’t sweat it baby.” 

Sol did her best not to think about how pushy his mother was being about this raising Christan grandbabies nonsense ever since they announced they’d be partnering with Black Juice. All she could do is trust Tre and do what she was best at: wait. 

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