#baby i didn't say you couldn't like waffles i just said i like pancakes that's a whole new sentence

[chaos0pikachu]

man some of y'all have never learned the home training of "keep your hate/critique out the main tags and on your own blog or in critical tags" and then wonder why ppl be vagueblogging or reblogging with disagreements like you didn't show up to the crochet lovers group telling everybody how crocheting was actually Not Fun At All and really hard and doesn't make sense to enjoy, or Problematic, actually instead of keeping it in the group chat with the haterella besties

[ghostfeather]

so! i spent the weekend in sf visiting my baby sister and also making the last minute decision to go to the ooo meet & greet event because i couldn't handle the pcd. here's how it went :)

since it was a ~fan chat~ or whatever, the process worked totally different than the concert fansign. i checked in and then a little before 12, they started calling people by queue numbers to line up outside. why they did that? i don't really know because when they let you into the venue, they said it didn't matter what your queue number was so sit wherever you want in the first 5 or 6 rows, and fans behind me were running to fill up the first row. i didn't particularly care that much to be at the very front because i needed to mentally prepare myself so it was fine. the venue was so incredibly tiny and intimate, so there was no bad seat.

also i met an older lady right in front of me in line who was also from atlanta which was super cool! she was super sweet and gave me extra freebies, and it was nice having someone to talk to because there was A LOT of waiting and they were VERY strict about having no phones out for the m&g portion. kind of wish i'd gotten her contact info. she was fun. i hope her and his husband have a safe trip home.

anyway it was set up like a typical fansign and worked like you expect fansigns to work. they called 6 people up at a time to sit with each member for a minute and get their poster/album signed. i had literally packed a seOul cOllectiOn album to have signed in my luggage and then realized halfway on the drive to the venue that it was still in my luggage in my sister's apartment 🥲 if i had borrowed her car, i'd have gone back to get it, but i wasn't going to pay an uber to make another round-trip.

so yeah staff explained the rules and then the boys walked in and it got started immediately. the fansign order was yoojung, nine, mill, kb, rie, and junji. i had a ways to wait because i was in the 4th row on the left side but i was right at the aisle with nothing obstructing me so i was pretty visible, or at least my nagongie was because it definitely caught nine and rie's attention. i could see their eyes widen when they saw it lol. the nice thing about the fansign being longer was all the fanservice the boys did in the downtime at the beginning and end, especially yoojung and nine who were on my side. it was my turn after maybe an hour.

yoojung: since he was first, i was not prepared so it was kind of awkward. the nice thing about traveling for a show is that it's a talking point so i just started off with that, but then fumbled over everything else i was trying to say. he's not the most fluent in english so i don't think he understood me and i did not make myself easy to understand. i apologized for being nervous, and he said "why nervous?" and i didn't tell him it's because he's so fucking intimidatingly pretty that it rendered me speechless but i sure did think it. so he did make an effort to ask me questions instead. he asked me what my favorite ooo stage was, and i said all of them because it's true but i feel like maybe i should have been specific instead of giving a cop-out answer. then he asked if i ate breakfast. i told him i ate cereal and he was genuinely upset that i ate such a pathetic breakfast but well. there was a mishap that morning with a quesadilla and cheddar cheese and carrots that i just could not begin to explain. he told me he ate pancakes though. i told him pancakes were good but i lied. i only like waffles.

nine: my nagongie made him SO happy. for some reason, he thought i had a drink in it and before i even could say anything, he immediately, without asking, grabbed it and opened up the zipper. then he saw my wallet in there and apologized PROFUSELY. i don't know why he did that, but i'm kind of glad because it really helped dispel the awkwardness because i wasn't nervous at all after that. we had the most chill conversation and i could've kept talking to him forever. he told me his nagongie is smaller and only comes up to mine's chin, so i said mine is the big brother and he said it could be nagongie's dad. so yeah we're more than besties now. we're family. the rest of the conversation just flowed so naturally. he was the only one i ran out of time to talk to. i forgot to show him my daisy manicure which i got for the m&g 🤦‍♀️💔

mill: he asked me for my name, and for those who don't know, my name is maryam. so of course he turns it into a pun and begins to fucking serenade me?? something like "oh, marry marry marry me." like i know it's extremely typical yongsoo behavior but the AUDACITY to do that to my face??? i told him i think i'm too old for him. then he asked for my favorite song and i said dOra maar so he started singing to me AGAIN but it was the english version 🙃 i really adore mill's tone while singing and it's genuinely my favorite of the whole group so it was a nice moment even if it was so embarrassing for me. someone gave him a stuffed baby cheetah (or snow leopard?) to wear on his wrist and i wanted to pet it SO badly. i should've pet it.

kb: he also asked for my name and how to spell it. luckily my atl seatmate had a sharpie and i'd written my name on my lanyard in case there was moment like this, so i just showed him and he wrote my name on the poster. he kept telling me over and over that it was a beautiful name and that...it sounded like marry. so naturally he asked "will you maryam me?" it actually took a while to register because he's pretty mild-mannered and he just...said it so casually that i missed it and just started telling him about how i go by mary at sbux since they never know how to spell maryam. i don't know why i told him that, but then he apologized to me i think either for the pun or for not knowing the spelling either. i'm not sure 😔 but he said again that he thinks it's a beautiful name.

rie: i went in prepared for him this time. or so i thought. he held up both hands when he greeted me, so i went in for a double high five, but then he laced his fingers with mine 😰 like...sir, i don't know you like that. then he asked me what my favorite ooo choreo was, so i said designer because it was the first thing to come to mind honestly. but then he asked me WHY and suddenly i was afraid he was going to quiz me on the finer points of the choreo? i just said i liked the formations, fully terrified that he'd ask me to specify which particular formation i liked. so terrified that i didn't see this coming-

rie: i like angel choreography

me, wishing i'd said angel: oh angel is good! i love angel too!

rie: do you know why?

me: why?

rie: because you're my angel.

😑

friendship ended with rie. now nine is my best friend. i also told him i saw him in atlanta which he was really excited about. he told me the atl crowd was very energetic. he told me the steak he had in atlanta was the best thing he'd eaten on the entire tour. he also grabbed my hands one more time before i left. now i'm just like...what are we?

junji: he's probably the least fluent in english so it was a bit difficult to communicate. he said my nagongie was cute and pointed out that he and i had matching hair. i mean, mine was dark blue back in july and i just haven't touched it up since then so it's a very faded green-ish color? and junji's hair is also a very faded green-ish color right now so i guess we are technically matching. i tried to explain it to him as simply as i could but i'm sure he didn't understand a word so he just smiled and nodded. i told him about seeing him in atl and i wanted to bring up his birthday but i think we spent too much time in awkward silence so we ran out of time 🥲 at least he was nice to look at.

after all that was over they did group photos but this time they had fans sit in chairs and the boys stand behind. i sat in front of junji but i didn't do a pose with him because he didn't offer and i was afraid to make a request but it's whatever because it was the last thing i cared about.

after that, they performed seOul drift, did a short q&a session, then did a sOng of ice & fire, which i didn't expect, and then it was over. i kind of wish they just did a q&a for the whole time and just saved their energy because they absolutely did not hold back for those two songs.

at some point during the q&a, they were asked what concept they wanted to try, and i forgot who responded but they said whatever concept lyOns wanted, and a lot of people started shouting for cute concept to which nine IMMEDIATELY went "no cute! i am not a teenager!" so it's confirmed, we're never getting another blOssOm.

mill performed a snippet of bOss and junji did a bit of picassO and i love them both so much for that. junji also did gaslighting and rie tried to strip him multiple times 🙃 nine talked about the four maple syrups he bought from canada. rie made sure to tell the whole venue about the steak in atlanta. one of the questions was "what would you do instead if you weren't an idol?" and nine said "i'd be bored." he's so valid.

and then it was snapshot time. i was lucky to get snapshots with everyone but nine and yoojung. someone was offering to trade a nine for mill but i couldn't give up mill 🥲 but maybe next time.

i went to kb first and at that point after seeing him face-to-face four times, i wasn't nervous at all. the most nerve-wracking part was choosing a pose because making decisions gives me anxiety. there was a bad glare from the window so i got to go back and take another picture with him which was nice bc i looked awful the first time but great the second time.

uhhh rie called me baby as i was walking up to him 🙃 i am once again asking...WHAT are we???? and yes i did do the cheek poke.

junji's line was long as fuck and never ending. i felt bad about having to go back to take another because the first was super blurry. he fist bumped me both times as i was leaving, and i truly appreciate that. yes, king, set those boundaries. friendzone only 🤜🤛

mill was, of course, the sweetest and cutest and loveliest person and i love him forever and ever. he had his arm around me while we did the M pose and then..as i was saying goodbye, he took that arm and reached up and he. PET MY HEAD LIKE A DOG. COMPLETELY UNPROVOKED. LITERALLY GAVE ME HEAD SCRITCHES. WHY DID HE DO THAT? I'M STILL SO BAFFLED. like i literally walked away with this reaction. how could he disarm me like that twice? next time i meet him, i have to assert my dominance 😤

so yeah that was a really fun experience, and i'd totally recommend it to anyone if the chance ever comes up again. i think i would do it again in a heartbeat if it were held in atlanta.

[ofyorkshire]

A little commentary thing for @parameddic and this lovely post

           As a general rule, Barry James Anderson avoided watching the news when he could. He'd had his fill a decade ago and when you were used to being part of those tragic disaster stories of serial killers and shooters, kidnappings and domestic abuse, you tended to avoid looking too closely at the ones you weren't a part of, for the irrational fear you might suddenly become part of it. Bad luck, BJ thought. Like inviting it in somehow. The manager at the local Waffle House wasn't concerned with such superstitions, though.

          “—American Hero—Owen Strand, captain of the 126 Firehouse from Austin, Texas and one of the first responders to the September 11—"

          His ears pricked. Half the diner was turned toward the TV, including the cook who was leaving an egg to burn as he stared, transfixed, up at the television on the wall. Across from BJ sat Melanie, a forkful of pancake in one hand, other hand covering her mouth.

          "Beej, isn't that—?"

          He did not want to turn around to confirm. Whatever was on the screen wouldn't be anything the 126 hadn't dealt with before. Sure it was all very newsworthy for the sleepy population of Austin, Texas, but it was just another day for their heroic firemen. Forest fires were like a walk to the grocery store for those guys. That's what they were paid for. It was fine. There Was No Need To Turn Around.

          “This is Captain Ow——Austin Fire. Mayday, mayday, mayday. Winds have shifted and the containment line has been breached, we will require assistance and extraction. My team—” 

          Fuck. BJ closed his eyes and fought the urge to look. He could not afford the emotional energy of losing more people, least of all through the sensationalised lens of a news reporter who likely gave more shits about viewership than would-be victims. He loved the 126 dearly, but he could not call them His. He didn't owe it to them to watch or listen or hold his breath when none of those things would save them—

          "HEY! CAP!"

          BJ's head snapped around to the television at the corner of the room. What?

          He jumped from his seat. Their table jarred, silverware clattered, and a startled Mel sloshed half her coffee over her platter of eggs and bacon, but she didn't complain. She couldn't have found the words even if she had wanted to, because on the little 12-inch screen, the flames and earth had swallowed the 126 whole.

          Both BJ and Melanie stepped out from their booth, drawn one at a time toward the bar where other patrons already crowded and gawped. No one was eating. Chatter had hushed to complete, stunned silence. The early morning world outside the diner was a dark, still void; the world inside on the tiny screen was choked in orange and black, and suddenly, too, very, very quiet. No one dared break the silence of the dying distress call, even as the static streeeeeeeeeeeeeeetched...

          (god, what if it stretches on forever? what if time stops like this? maybe it has. maybe we're stuck on loop like the video. and they're all dying over and over and never really dead-)

          "That was TK," Melanie said aloud when the quiet was too much to bear, but it came out with an upward lift, like a question, like she wasn't sure, or didn't want to be right. BJ could feel her eyes staring into the back of his skull. The sensation pulled him out of his head, little by little, and back into his shoes. "I thought he was a paramedic? What's he doin' in there? Shouldn't he be treating survivors?"

          He's dual-certified, was what BJ thought and what he meant to say, except the words wouldn't come out. It didn't matter why TK was there in the fire truck and not outside at triage treating victims. The fact of the matter was that he was there, and now he and his entire team were buried alive.

          "Baby?" Melanie's hand bumped against his then found his fingers. "BJ? You wanna go?"

          ("Channel Nine news correspondent Annie Sanders is on the ground now...")

          He shook his head. Decisive. No.

          ("...as you can imagine the Incident Commander on the scene is working very hard to...")

          "I have to make sure they'll be okay," he said. But even as he said so, his legs itched to run.

          What was the last thing he'd said to any of the 126 before today?

[thisbipuff-isaswiftie]

Hi! I’d like put in a request for Chris Evans x singer!reader: where she makes an album of cover lullaby songs for their daughter. And in the album the song Tonight you belong to me and both the reader and Chris sings the song to their daughter in the studio.

Thanks for the request!!! I really like your concept, like it's really unique. So thanks for giving me a chance to put it into words!! I've kind of turned it a bit, but I really hope you like it!

And to other people, yes, rolling for the first time is a big deal.

—————

Little Melody | Chris Evans

Requested by - @matisse030502

Warning: You might cry, idk. And rolling for the first time is a big deal, at least where I come from. A bit short

Containing: Fluff, so much Fluff. Baby Talk, Singing. Singer!Reader, Mom!Reader, Dad!Chris, Husband!Chris. Your baby's name is Summer Scarlet Evans.

Pairing: You and Chris Evans.

13 September, at exactly 4.09 am, Summer Scarlet Evans was born.

It was raining outside, the sun was about to come up when you had just caught a breath from all the pushing. You hated that sleep was going to drown you soon and you couldn't look at your baby daughter. Your muscles were aching and your eyes were drooping, but that's when your mind went full on alert mode when you heard the cries. The cries of your baby girl. You quickly started to push yourself up, wincing in the process until you felt a reassuring hand on your forearm. You looked at your husband. He was sitting right beside your bed, so that if you need anything, you can call him right away.

He looked at you and gave you a lingering kiss on your forehead and quickly got up, not bearing to hear any more of your baby's heart shattering cries.

You laid your head back on the pillow and looked at your little family.

Your husband talking to your girl. You realized that your daughter's father's voice made your daughter's cries calm down a bit. You sighed and felt slumber engulfing you. A smile lingered on your face as you heard what your husband was singing to your daughter.

I know you belong to somebody new.

But tonight you belong to me.

Five months later~

You woke up to the light sunshine that traveled through. You groaned silently but smiled as you felt a strong hand pulling you closer. You quietly giggled and turned around to meet with your husband's face. "Hey, baby."

"Good morning." You kissed his cheek and buried your face in his chest. "It's your turn today." He mumbled against your hair. "Oh?"

"Well, Chris Evans. What would you like to have for breakfast? Pancakes or waffles?" You felt his grin against your shoulder. "Pancakes with maple syrup and white chocolate chips on the side." You shook your head and turned your head to look at him. "Really? Come on!"

"Please!" He whined and you laughed. You both stayed there. You breathed in his scent and sighed, you relaxed against him. "Mhmm." You were almost drooping back to sleep until....ah. There it is. You heard the muffled giggles and laughter and babbles of your little daughter from the next room. "I was wondering when I would hear those laughs." Chris yawned. You giggled and got up. Sighing, as you pulled off the blanket, you paid a quick glance at the clock. "Ha!" You yelled in victory. "W-What? Wait, n-no!!" Chris groaned back.

"I win! See! I knew that she didn't have her secret nap while you walk her, she's going to wake up a little late. Not at exact 7.23, though we really don't know why that's her wake-up time!" Chris groaned again. "This is not fair!"

"Ha! Ha! I win! Who wins? I win! You owe me 20 dollars!"

"Oh screw you!"

"I win!"

Although we're apart

you're apart

Of my Heart

You and Chris walked out of your room. You chuckled as you felt Chris slipping 20 dollars in your back pocket. You quietly opened the door and giggled as you heard your daughter's babbles again.

"You don't say, love." You said as you giddily walked towards your baby's crib. "Hi, baby." Chris came in, and picked up your daughter high up and spun across the room. "How's my favorite girl?"

"Hey!"

"Okay, okay!"

"I have two favorite girls in the world. You," He pointed at the baby, and tickled its belly, "And who?"

"Your mother! That's right, your momma!" He baby talked as you smiled happily at them. Your daughter giggled as Chris threw her in the air. You both entered the living room and you went to the kitchen. Your eyebrows rose as you saw the kitchen. "Chris!" you called him. But you didn't get any answer. You walked slowly out of the kitchen, your hands on your hips. "Chris!"

"Hey! You said you'll wash the dishes last night. Care to tell me-"

But when you reached the living room, your hands dropped from their position, and you let out the smallest gasp. Chris was aghast as he saw your baby on the floor. She babbled as she looked at the fan above and rolling around. Rolling around. She was rolling around.

"is she actually r-rolling?" You almost whispered. Your baby was rolling. Chris nodded and watched his daughter in adoration and fascination. You slowly walked towards your husband and held his forearm as tears formed in your eyes. You placed your hand on your mouth as Chris pulled out his phone and started to record it. You crouched on the ground and smiled. "Y-Yes baby, come on! You can do it!"

"Come on, Summer!"

"Come on, sunshine!" You both encouraged your beautiful daughter.

You cheered for Summer, as she rolled over and over, giggling. You and Chris had the biggest grins on your face. Chris looked at you and hugged your waist from behind, as he kissed your cheek lovingly. You turned and looked at him with utter love and happiness in your eyes. He pecked your lips and you giggled at him. You both gaped at your daughter and smiled.

And guess who sent a Iron Man and Bucky Barnes dolls?

But tonight you belong to me.

.....

8 months later~

"Well, I can't just avoid the fact that you just had a baby. Summer Scarlet Evans. How do you feel?"

"I'm very happy. Like I'm on top of the world. After 9 whole months, I got to see my beautiful baby and I was like-Oh my god, she's so beautiful, and I asked Chris, how is it that we created her. I was in tears when I held her in my arms. It was honestly a big roller-coaster for me. It had its bad twists and overwhelming turns but at the end, i'm so very glad and ecstatic."

"Wow." You giggled. "Yeah."

"So, how is the beautiful miss Summer?"

"Probably sleeping on top of Chris' chest right now, or sitting on his lap while he pointed towards me on the TV screen. Don't worry Jimmy, you're gonna have to baby sit her someday." You grinned towards him. "Just call me, and I'll be there."

"Thank you."

"And how is Chris?"

"Oh, he's so ecstatic. You know, when your baby wakes you in the middle of the night, crying and you get up groaning and half cursing in your head while you baby talk to your baby? He jumps out of the bed! I don't know where he gets the energy. He's-He's an awesome dad, an amazing dad."

You smiled at him as you felt proud. You looked at one of the cameras; and grinned. Your whole body was radiating. You were so, so happy.

While Chris was sprawled across your sofa, Summer sitting on his chest and playing with her stuffed Bucky Barnes toy. "Look, baby! Look, who is that, sweetheart? Is that momma? Yes, that's right sunshine, its momma!" He propped her up as he got up and sat up. He took Summer's soft hands in his hands and pointed at the screen. He smiled as he listened to your words, his cheeks turning light pink.

He kissed Summer's cheeks, picked her up and threw her up in the air and caught her again. "I love you so much, and I love your momma too."

She starts to babble again, making Chris grin at her again. He kisses her temple again. She looked like she wanted to say mamma, making Chris baby talk to her again. "Hey, sweetheart why don't we send mumma a video? So that she doesn't feel lonely there? Yeah, baby? Come on."

He played the song on his mobile, as he danced around with his daughter.

Way down by the stream

He laughed and she giggled as he twirled her around.

How sweet it will seem

.....

"I saw the video. You're both so cute!" You said as you saw your Chris through your laptop screen. "Is she asleep?" Chris nodded. "She's stubborn though. I know someone who's like that." He stated teasingly. Your mouth turned into a sly smirk, "Oh, do you?" He hummed as a reply. "She wouldn't sleep unless she heard the beautiful voice of her mother." You grinned. "Well, what did you do?"

"I played her my playlist." He said. Your face contorted into confusion. "I have a playlist, with all of your songs, that well I know you wrote about us." You gasped. "You knew that I wrote some of the songs about you?"

"Well, obviously. Most of them were about our memories. I recognized them easily. I loved it." He said, making you blush. "Thank you." You muttered. Chris shook his head, "I love your voice, honey." You stared at him with a beautiful smile adorning your face. "I love you." You blurted out. But you had no regret because it was the mere truth. You loved him so, so much.

"I love you too, honey." He replied back, with a cute smile on his face.

You looked at him and felt butterflies erupting in your stomach and you looked at your lap again. Even after all these years, he never failed to make you blush or make you feel...so loved. He made you feel so special.

He always comforted you when you got hate from your fans, and always celebrated and wished you first when you got any award or got nominated for it. He was so open-minded with you, and he accepted every idea you invented. You were free with him, and he was free with you. He was your best friend and your partner. You were very lucky to find a lover and a best friend in one person.

You were so happy.

And then came your beautiful and wonderful daughter, Summer. You didn't know you could be happier.

.....

10 months later~

"Do we have to go?" You said and looked at your baby looking at you with those puppy eyes. "We've already booked our rooms, sweets. She's gonna be okay. Don't you trust scarlet?"

You shook your head, "That's not it. I mean-" you turned to Chris, "Do we have to leave her?" Chris sighed and kissed your forehead. "I don't wanna leave too, but we need the break and you know it too." He said gently as he grasped your shoulders. You whined, and hugged Chris.

You did need a break. You got a few months as maternal leave and so did Chris, but handling a small and gentle yet wild baby while working can be hectic and you got a bitter taste of it. You were both tired and you couldn't remember the last time you had a stress-free and not rushed pee in the toilet without worrying if Summer would fall off your balcony.

You shook your head and looked at her again, that's when you decided that you had to get away, just for a while. So you and Chris were going to stay at a hotel near the beach, which has a pool and your room had an enormous bed for important purposes.

Sleep.

You both really needed sleep, and you wanted to cuddle in each other's arms without being interrupted by cries.

You sighed and then turned towards the door. You smiled at Scarlet, Summer's obvious godmother. Scarlet was obviously the one who set you both together. "Um, this is berry the elephant," you explained to her. "This is only when she's eating, and these chimes here help her nap, it doesn't help her sleep during the night. It scares her. And she doesn't like Barney at all. So, if you put on her TV then it's only Jake And The Neverland Pirates, or Handy Manny." You talked fast. "Um, a-and the Gymboree is only when you go for a walk with her, otherwise again she gets scared. When she cries she always needs her Bucky toy or Iron Man toy, none of the other things soothe her like they do. Then-"

"Hey, calm down! I'm her godmother for god's sake," Scarlet said as she took hold of your shoulders, "And that means I know about her antics and daily shenanigans. So, don't worry. You both lovebirds can go and have this holiday, and honestly, you deserve it," She says and smiles. You cleared your throat and nodded. You turned around and picked up your baby, and looked at her with a very mother look.

"Now listen here you little troublemaker, you be good to Scarlet, got it? That means no purposefully vomiting on her new dress." You kissed her nose, as she giggled. "Come here sunshine," Chris took her from your hands and threw her up in the air. She giggled again and threw her hands up in the air and back around Chris' neck. "We'll be back in a few, okay? I love you," He said and leaned into her ear, "And you can trouble your godmother all you want, pull her hair, you know the usuals-" he whispered into your daughter's ear and you slapped his arm. Summer just laughed again, and leaned on Chris' shoulder.

She looked at you over his shoulder with a longing look, and you just smiled at her and playfully scrunched your nose.

Once more to dream

Scarlet just shook her head and smiled at the beautiful family that stood in front of her.

In the moonlight

.....

"Don't worry, bubby. Daddy's coming!" You said as you saw unshed tears in your small baby's eyes. "Yes he is, he's gonna come back. He's always gonna come back. Okay?"

You frowned as Summer started to sob, and you rested her head on your chest and bounced her up and down. "Shh, Shhh." Your voice hushed. "Don't worry, Don't worry. Don't cry baby," She started to whimper and you kissed her forehead. "My honey I know,"

You felt her drooping again and you sighed.

"With the dawn that you will be gone."

.....

Chris came in, quietly. His breath quickened as he saw you squirm on the sofa as you slept. He closed the door, careful not to make a loud noise. He had been working late, and he had forgotten to text you about it. He looked at you, your hand hanging from the edge of the sofa. You sighed heavily in your sleep and Chris smiled weakly at you. Taking a shawl which was lying nearby, Chris gently placed it over your body, wanting to protect you from the cold that sneaked in as he had opened the door.

He silently walked toward your baby's nursery. He almost jumped out of his body when the door creaked. He stepped through the room to the crib and checked on Summer. She yawned softly and Chris chuckled, he reached his hand out to touch her growing hair. He briefly ran his hand gently through her soft hair. Summer babbled quietly and rather cutely and Chris smiled down at her. He leaned down and rested his hands and biceps on the edge of the crib and sighed as he played with her for awhile. He grinned as she held his finger, his eyes almost bursting with tears again.

How did he get so lucky again?

Summer babbled and giggled as she slowly opened her eyes to find her father staring right down at her. "Hey, baby." Chris whispered. Summer tilted her head and threw her hands up and laughed. "Yes, that's right. Dada's here," Chris said. "Dada's here," He baby-talked with her.

"You're late,"

Chris froze. He turned around to see you leaning against the door frame. Your eyes were sleepy, and your hands were folded over your chest. You heaved and walked towards him, your face was tired but Chris kind of knew you were angry. But when you came forward, you collapsed on Chris' chest and sighed. Your arms wrapped around him, and you closed your eyes as you rested on his chest. "I know you've been working hard and late. Couldn't you at least text?"

"I'm sorry," Chris said, and wrapped his arms around your waist and neck, pulling you closer. You snuggled into his chest more and sighed. "It's okay. Apologize to your dramatic daughter, won't sleep until she sees her father." Chris raised one of his eyebrows, and smiled. "Is that so?"

"Mhmm." You hummed back.

"Did you do that, you little troublemaker?" He asked your baby, and she just giggled. "Oh you did, didn't you?"

"Well, she's her daddy's daughter, isn't she?" Chris talked to your daughter. You breathed in your husband's scent, and felt yourself getting engulfed into sweet slumber again. "Oh, look at that sunshine, your mother's falling asleep, again. You wanna sing her your lullaby?"

Chris picked your daughter up and opened his mouth again. You smiled weakly as you heard his hushed tone.

"But tonight you belong to me!"

.....

"But tonight you belong to me!"

You smiled at the recorder as he pointed a thumbs up to you and Chris. Your heart blossomed with happiness as you heard your husband's beautiful voice. "But tonight you belong to me!"

He looked at you and smiled. You grinned at him, as your cheeks dusted with pink. "Just to little old me!"

"We love you, sunshine!"

You both said in union, and grinned happily. "That's great!" The recorder said and you took your headphones off. "Do you want to edit it?" You shook your head, "No, thanks. It's beautiful the way it is,"

You came out of the recording room and smiled up at Chris who came and wrapped one of his hands around your waist. You rested your hand on his chest, "I told you you had a wonderful voice," You pointed out to him. Chris blushed and you gently pinched his cheeks. "Yeah, yeah." He looked at you lovingly and sighed. "Thanks, Honey."

You smiled and looked up ahead. "Hey, sunshine!" Chris called out to your daughter. She just grinned and reached her hand out to both of you. You went ahead and picked her up. She grasped your index finger with her tiny hands and you kissed her nose. Chris leaned down at both of you and kissed her forehead. "Dada!" Came out her beautiful voice that shunned both of you. She giggled heartily and reached out to Chris, "Dada!"

You softly gasped at your daughter as she utter her first word. "Oh my god." You whispered. Your eyes were starting to tear as you looked up at Chris. He already had tears rolling down his cheeks. "Dada!" Summer exclaimed again. She wanted to go towards her father so you gave her to him. You saw your husband gasp and take his daughter in his hands. "Hey, baby.'" He whispered. "Dada-"

Chris laughed and sniffled, "That's right, sunshine. It's me! It's your dada!" You wiped your cheeks, and saw your husband play with your Summer.

You loved them so much.

......

The next day, your new album came out.

The album came out on 13th September, and it was proudly named Summer.

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[nkogneatho]

𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐅𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐁𝐀𝐄 - 𝐂𝐒𝐌 𝐗 𝐆𝐍!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑.

— characters: Denji, Aki, Power, Yoshida, Kishibe.

— a/n: IGHT MY FIRST CSM HCS. So excited. Tell me if you guys want more.

#𝐌.𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 #𝐊𝐎-𝐅𝐈 #6𝐊𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓

#𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐉𝐈

Every breakfast that denji ever tried to prepare, came out disaster. But today, the sun might have risen from the west. When you woke up, there was actual food in front of you. The one that hadn't turned into a disaster.

"Oh my god. You made it? Finally? I'm so proud of you baby," you wrap your arms around him.

"Had'ta do it for you, m'love. If you want, I'll prepare a thousand more for you, over and over," he catches your lips, locking it with his. You taste the strawberry syrup on his lips. He must've sneaked some in while making.

"Taste it" He mumbles.

"I'd love to taste it on your lips," your fingers swipe the strawberry syrup off the waffle, and smear it on his lips. "Let's dig in."

#𝐀𝐊𝐈

Aki barely had time lately. Makima would always call him and he'd be so upset to not talk to you the first thing in the morning since he doesn't want to disrupt your sleep. But he'd always kiss your forehead before he left.

Today, you woke up with the noise of something sizzling in the kitchen. When you went to look, it was Aki in an apron, flipping the veggies over in the pan.

"What're you doing?" You mumble enough for him to hear.

"Hey, sweetheart. You're up. Sorry if I disturbed your sleep," he says, emptying the cooked veggies on the plate, beside the tamagoyaki.

"I haven't been around much lately. So I today took a day off and thought to make you something." You could see it his eyes. As much as you know he's busy, he's still upset for not spending much time with you. He kisses your hair and hands you your toothbrush. "Go, freshen up. Til' I plate everything. Okay, love?"

#𝐏𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑

Power managed to somehow fuck things up everytime. But A for effort. She isn't an expertise but she gives her all.

You woke up, walked towards the kitchen to make coffee, only to find it prepared on the counter. Surprisingly, power was even making breakfast for you.

"Oh baby. You don't have to do all this," you tried to take the spatula from her hand, but she pulled away, insisting on continuing.

"But I want to," she whined, flipping the pancackes. "Look. I made them in heart shape!"

Well they weren't quite heart shaped but as I said A for effort and the loving gesture.

When you took a bite off the platez you felt your tastebuds irritating. Turns out she poured salt instead of grounded sugar. But hey. She tried so hard. The least you can do is eat it. It was worth the smile on her face though.

#𝐘𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐃𝐀

Yoshida did fuck up a couple of times while trying to make you the perfect breakfast, but he pulled out some way.

"Yoshi, baby, I'm hungry," you whine from the dining table.

"Just a minute, baby. Don't rush me. I might fuck this up again." He's so determined and focused. You have no idea what's cooking in his head. Or his pan. "Alright here."

You didn't know what you expected but it was definitely not this. He made you a rose shaped pancake.

"OH MY GOD. BABY! WHERE DID YOU LEARN THIS?" You scream in excitement.

"Learnt this for you. From one of those youtube channels," he's so happy to see your reaction. "Do you like it?"

"I love it. Not more than you though."

#𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐁𝐄

Kishibe is an ultimate husband. He is kind of person who's very romantic but act so subtle.

Stemmed roses next to a blueberry waffle, cute little encouraging note, and a glass of juice with a heart shaped strawberry in it. Now you can't tell me all of this isn't romantic.

"Oh my god. Is this for me?"

"No, sweetheart. It's for the birds outside the window." You roll your eyes. "Of course it's for you. Why would I feed the birds my rare waffles?"

"So they can come to our window daily for more so I get to eat delicious breakfast everyday," you smirk.

"Haha. Nice try. I am leaving in five—" he couldn't complete the sentence. You pressed your lips against his, tightly.

"Stay. Have breakfast with me," you said, stroking the marks near his lips.

"Anything for you love."

Tags: @venussins @cyancherub @smoothy-ve @dukina @koifish69 @psycho-nightrose @remington-cloves @hanmasin @chosoisbaby @xo-lynx @gojoussunglasses @chiizfuyu @sleepy3 @lxlxthh @kirissluttypebble @somerandompipzsxh @sauza @narmisseite @rii-bows @ceeeearl @lordbugs @xybrwhore @sabyss

[tfwriting]

What's Wap :: Bumblebee x Human! GN! Reader Rating: T Summary: Bumblebee is Curious about a song Miko was talking about, so he asks the Reader what was it. But he didn't expect an answer. Words: 851

You were a 17 year old girl. Who had witnessed the autobots fighting and you were promptly taken to a base. With 3 other kids who have been in the same boat as you.

You got to know everyone. But things seemed weird today, you stayed over the night since the others couldn't. You were sitting on the couch watching Ratchet work on his computer. You were bored. Occasionally, you often doze off but you decided to bring your phone out before the groundbridge opened. Arcee, Bumblebee, and Bulkhead came back Bumblebee sat down next to you as the couch sank from the added weight.

"Hi BB. What's up?" You asked.

::(Y/n), I have a question.:: Bumblebee said.

Oh yeah, that's right. You know what Bee can say as well as Raf.

"What is it?" You asked the mech.

::This may sound weird to you because I asked Raf, Jack, Ms. June and Miko what it was but they all each were embarrassed...:: Bumblebee fumbled with his digits.

"Ah. Maybe I won't do it. You can tell me." You said.

::Are you sure you won't get flustered like them?::

"Can't make promises, but sure." You said.

::...:

Bee hesitated but vented in.

:...What's a WAP?::

You froze, there's a silence you all know too well. This silence happened when you and Bee will often fool around. The only sound that was heard was Ratchets clacking of his datapad.

"I-I'm sorry? I might've not heard you correctly. What did you say?" You asked.

::I asked what's a WAP?::

You wondered how Bee knew about it. He's the innocent and baby type.

"How did you know that word? Who taught you that?" You asked. Bee frowned he looked a little upset.

::...is it a bad word? Like what Optimus said to me when I cussed?:: He asked. You sighed.

"N-No... It's... It's... Hard to explain." You said. Ratchet froze and dropped his wrench.

"Who taught you that Bee?!" He asked.

::Miko...: He said.

"Oh frag. Optimus and Celestial are gonna lose it if they find out you know about WAV." He scoffs.

"The video format?" You asked.

"No. It's a cybertronian song sang by a cybertronian rapper." Ratchet sighs.

"Ah. So it's your version of our version." You said.

"What version?" He asked raising a optic bridge.

"WAP." You said. Ratchet just sighs and walks off.

You turned on your heels.

::(Y/n)? What is it?:: Bumblebee asked.

You tried to figure out how to change the words around. Waffles and Pancakes? Wings and Pizza? Wet Ass Perceptation? Anything but Wet Ass Pu--

::So?::

Crap, you forgot Bee was waiting for a response.

"I...it's Waffles and Pancakes." You said.

::Oh! Then my holoform loves WAP then!::

This didn't make you comfortable, considering that you knew what the actual meaning is.

::Mmmm I can't wait to eat some WAP! Hey, (Y/n) can you get syrup for the next time we eat your WAP? You're good at cooking the WAP. You can easily not make it soggy and wet like my sire.:: Bee said.

You were getting mad. "Bee... Please stop saying that." You said.

::Why?::

You couldn't tell him. Not at all. If you tell him he's gonna lose his innocence. You didn't know what WAV was (other than the fact it's a video format). But judging by Ratchets anger. It can't be innocent as WAP.

::Why can't I say it (N/n)? You said it was food.:: Bee said.

"It's... Not food be... It's a song... And it's not... Appropriate for you." You said.

::Oh. Kinda like WAV?::

You snapped your neck. "How did you know WAV?!" You whispered shouted so Ratchet can't hear you both.

::From the top make it drop, that's some Wet Aft Valve. Bring a Bucket and a mop for this Wet Aft Valve I'm talking WAV WAV WAV. That's some Wet Aft Valve. Energon in a cup that's some Wet Aft Valve. Huh.:: Bumblebee sang. Surprisingly it isn't all too far from your version.

::There's some glitches in this base. I said certified Con, Autobot Fighter a week, Wet Aft Valve. Make that Pullout game weak! Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah... Yeah you fragging with some Wet Aft Valve. Bring a Bucket and a mop for this Wet Aft Valve. Give me everything you got for this Wet Aft Valve.... Beat it up Glitch catch a charge. Extra Large and Extra Hard put this Valve right in your face swipe your nose like a credit card. Hop on top I wanna ride. I do a kegel while it's inside... This Valve is wet come take a dive...::

Bumblebee was really singing that. Ratchet looked in surprise.

"Bumblebee Orion "Sunstar" Pax! (Full cybertronian name. Yes Optimus and Celestial decided to name him after Optimus' old name so shush. Also Sunstar is his other name.) Where DID you learn that language?!"

Bumblebee went silent and pretended like he didn't hear Ratchet. Luckily you didn't tell him what WAP was.

[rcksmith]

Invigorating — Five Hargreeves

Request : “Hii so i was thinking about some fic/headcanons where five discover that his powers are stronger when he is with reader.”

A/N: We not tolerate any pedophilia here!!

I write about Five with their 20s. I write the same about the characters of Harry Potter.

I hope I got close to what you wanted. I thought it was better to do it in fic, but it was just out of personal preference, I hope you like it, I found it very adorable to write. Love u❤️

English is not my first language, so I so sorry if have a mistake.

Requests are open. Love you ❤️

Couple: Five Hargreeves/Fem! Reader.

Warnings: Nothing, just fluff.

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The superhero life was a mess. Behind all the glamor of HQ’s and the romanticization of the media, there were only people trying to cope with their own lives when everything that was expected of them was nothing short of extraordinary. All the Hargreeves brothers knew this. And they carried the weight of the whole world on their backs. It was like trying to breathe with a rock pressed against your chest, purging all hope of relief.

They would never have a normal life, with normal parents or friends. They would always be chained to that sentence that came with their powers. Sometimes, late at night, some of the Hargreeves wondered how much smoother life would have been had they not been born extraordinary.

Five stopped imagining fantasies that would never come true from an early age. He viewed situations with objectivity, coolness and calculus. But life at the Hargreeves mansion was not easy and the only way for him to deal with the traumas and pressures was to push them under the rug. Then Five started to scoff when the brothers talked about having a normal life.

Who did they want to think about it? They would always be circus attractions. They would never have a normal life. So it was better to get over it, because you can't miss what you never had, and it was stupid want to live a false normal life. They would never be normal, it was the curse of the Hargreeves, and Five accepted that.

But you revoked all of his sentences. You were absolutely normal. Typical life, family, friends and routine. And when you came into the life of the Hargreeves and brought the breath of relief that everyone needed, Five felt that rock be lifted from his chest whenever you were close.

And then he knew normalcy. Five tasted the sweet taste that was enjoying a ray of sunshine, a summer breeze, a sunset, all the normal details that you inserted into his life and that now ... now he had something to miss.

During the months, your presence, for Five, was a sigh of relief amid all the claustrophobic, and he felt a certain envy when he saw how Klaus had a way with dealing with people. How he and Alisson always knew what to say, how to act, and how to captivate you to the point where you want to spend more time with them.

It was hell for Five. because you presence calmed all his nerves, your energy soothed the restless air and removed the rock that prevented him from breathing. Five realized how much he liked fresh air. And he didn't know how to make you want to be close to him too. He felt at peace when you were close. And it was an overwhelming discovery.

“Here it is.” You said, handing Five a mug of coffee, without him even asking.

That was one more thing that made you wonderful in his eyes. You two never had a long conversation, but you knew enough, and whenever you were in the kitchen, helping the Hargreeves for breakfast, you knew exactly what to give him.

Okay, to be fair, you knew exactly what to deliver to everyone. For Klaus, passion fruit juice and hangover aspirin, big and fat pancakes for Luther and Diego, Waffles for girls and strong black coffee for him. It wasn't like Five thought you were treating him in a special way.

But... whenever you gave him coffee and your midday sun smile, that was the best part of the day. And he wished, deep down in his soul, that it was special.

He nodded his head. And he drank the coffee knowing that the taste would be nothing short of excellent. Five concluded that you had a habit of turning everything you touched into gold.

“Are you going to see training today to wait for us?” Alisson asked you.

It was Friday, and Alisson, Klaus, Vayna and you had agreed to go shopping after them training. It was not new you and them to go out together, but it was new for you to watch their training. It was nothing formal, just routine, so it was easier to wait for them finishe than you to leave and return.

“If it's okay with you guys.”

The brothers agreed and Five thought it best not to show any reaction. He told himself it was because it didn't matter whether you saw a workout or not, but, deep in his soul, Five knew it was for fear that if you focused your attention on him, you would end up listening to him fast heartbeat.

But if he knew that everything would start in that training, he would have thought twice about going.

You were sitting on one of the mats in the garden, sometimes reading something on your phone while the brothers practiced the training. It should have been routine for them, as usual, but they all had difficult missions last night and felt exhausted to do their best.

Five came to know his own limits, he knew when his body was entering the last reserves and that it would no longer hold its powers. It was like a big battery that he needed to recharge to keep working. He felt the sting in his muscles, a warning that Five came to understand that signaled that his powers were going to fail.

Five was already orchestrating strategies to dodge Diego's knives when, already knowing that it wouldn't work, he tried to teleport. But the blue flash swallowed him up and when he took him behind his brother, and Five felt his muscles revitalized, the shock left him stunned.

It had never happened. But it hasn't happened again in weeks too.

Five spent days trying to understand how his powers took a turn and then retracted the same stake when he trained again. The bite always hit him in the muscles and then his powers left him in the hand. Five could no longer find the invigorating sensation that followed the hooks.

The second time his powers got stronger was when Luther was pissing him off. They had arrived from an exhausting and difficult mission, and that time you asked them to come to your apartment for dinner. Because you knew that the negativity of the mansion would not do well for a situation that had already brought out the best in the Hargreeves. Always the good person. You knew how to alleviate a situation with the smallest of gestures, and it made you look wonderful again in the eyes of Five.

After dinner, Luther was teasing Five, throwing cushions at him across the room, while everyone talked and rested in the living room. You made them feel like it was just a normal end of day. That they were just tired after work, traffic, and not because they were damn superheroes who fought a nuclear leak and terrorists. It seemed to Five that everything was easy and charming with you.

Then, when Luther threw another pillow at him, and Five felt the sting in his muscles, but tried to teleport to strike back anyway, the invigorating air ran through his muscles and the blue flash swallowed him.

Once again, Five was surprised. And suddenly, he forgot why he teleported.

His mind hummed like a propeller, trying to understand what the hell was going on. And that's when his eyes were drawn to you, like magnets.

The world was seemed to run out of breath, the atmosphere slowed and he followed every move you made until your eyes met his. It was instantaneous. A hot desert wind swept Five from head to toe, and brought the hot, overwhelming thought “It's her.” You were doing it. You were the one who left him invigorated. You removed the rock from his chest and he could breathe. His powers were reacting to you, and the realization it that stunned Five.

You smiled for him and went back to talking to Vayna, oblivious to the overwhelming discoveries that flooded Five.

The third time your presence showed that his theory was right was when you two were alone. It was Tuesday night. You were making cocktails with Klaus and laughing when he gave his verdict:

"I am happy that you are beautiful and intelligent enough to know that you must think about several other professions, because you would definitely make a terrible bartender." Klaus put aside a drink you made after making a face.

You laughed, throwing an olive at him.

“Why beauty would help me?”

“Prostitution, perhaps.”

“KLAUS!” You looked at him with amused indignation and you two laughed out loud.

“I'm going to get something good. Don't get out of here.” He stood up, taking his coat.

“Be careful!”

“I always do, baby.” He shouted at the door, leaving.

You laughed at nothing, cleaning up the mess you had made on the counter, throwing the used lemons in the trash.

That was when Five appeared. The mission mask on his face, the uniform slightly scorched.

“Hey.” You smiled as soon as you saw him, your heart beating faster. “All right?” You pointed to his clothes.

“Fire” Five say, sitting on the stools at the counter you were on and opening the bottle of vodka.

You gave him a glass, and Five thanked him silently while filling a shot and turning it all over at once. You couldn't get your attention off him. His hair was black as the background of the galaxy, his lips were red with drink, the mask adorned his eyes. God, he was beautiful and you felt that you could no longer reason consistently.

This always happened when Five was involved. He is a god of Olympus who had the power to destabilize you with just one look. Now, however, the mask delivered that he could swing you just in the presence.

In fact... that mask just made everything more mysterious and attractive. You felt something humming inside you, like a harp string that connects your heart to your belly.

“What?” Five's voice brought you out of the trance, revealing that you were looking at him for too long.

“N-nothing” You tried not to blush.

You turning around to put away the other bottles that Klaus and you had removed. But the floor was damp from the melted ice cubes you both dropped. And you was so stunned that you slipped.

As soon as the world spun and the wind hit your face, you were prepared to fall to the ground when a blue flash protected you and firm arms held you.

The breath drained, the callus increased, and Five was absolutely sure that it was you who made him stronger. You were the one who reinvigorated his powers because when he came out of that fire, the sting in his muscles hit him hard, and he knew he hadn't been able to use his powers anymore.

But when you looked up at him, and Five felt your warm skin on his hands, he knew he couldn't stay away from you anymore. He thought about doing something, his body was screaming for you, but he didn't have a chance. Your fingers touched the corner of his mask, gently contouring the left edge.

“You're Gorgeous...” Your whispered was a breath, but Five could hear.

Then he leaned over and pressed his lips to yours, because he felt he couldn't live any longer if he didn't. And when you kissed him back, his whole battery was recharged and that rock that was choking him was destroyed in millions of pieces.

As soon as you were apart enough to breathe, your fingers removed his mask and curled your fingers in his black hair. And this time, it was you who brought your lips together in the most passionate kiss.

[mickgaydolenz]

Heres my dream :3

I was walking around my neighborhood with my dog (Puck) and like when I do it in the real world it was early in the morning, and I don't know what happened but I lost Puck's leash and he started running down through the part of the neighborhood I didn't deem safe, but nonetheless I ran after him because he is my precious baby child.

but I lost him. like he was gone and I couldn't find him and I kept calling his name and usually when this happens he comes when he's called but he didn't. then someone stepped out of their house and asked me if everything was okay, I told her my dog ran away, she invited me in, I ACCEPTED THE INVITE, and she gave me a cup of tea and said something that put me on edge, pretty sure it was along the lines of "here I know you like herbal teas" and just me lemon ginger. I didn't realize it at first but my lemon ginger tea that's supposed to be like, a brownish yellow color was green and glowing,, and astral plane me only realized it after I had finished half the cup telling the lady what my dog looked like, his breed, age, she kept saying that she promised she'd help me find him. but when she offered me more tea and I said yes she grabbed her couch cushion and pulled a tea kettle out of it and said "it keeps the rats out :)" like it was completely normal and poured more glowing green tea in my cup. then she showed me her kitchen, and I saw the clock (I don't remember what time it was but it was very early) and she offered to make me breakfast, then said "oh wait! how about I take you out on a date? go to Denny's have a waffle than the movies?" I don't know what came over me, maybe it was the absolute other WORDLY beauty of this woman, or the strange tea, but I ACCEPTED THAT ALSO. and over our food at an Ihop, not a Denny's, she told me all about how she read my book that I'm working on, but I hadn't even published it or finished it yet so I asked her how she read it, and she said "oh well we share the same account and I can see your work." and poured syrup on my pancakes for me, then held my hand when we left and walked to a theater and watched Jaws. but throughout the entire thing she still held my hand, and when she walked me back to her car it was night out and everything was all quiet, then she just turned to me and gave me a kiss (mouth again, damn dude dream me is on a roll with the ladies) and said "I had a great time, we should do this again." and I woke up

dude wow you are really on a ROLL with the ladies 😏😏. um but also yikes to the violently neon green (maybe radioactive?) tea 🤢. can’t believe you drank so much of it with 0 consequences……

also fucking 🪦 to puck ✌️😔

[knjoodles]

learn to love; jungkook | 04

pairing: teacher!jungkook x singleparent!reader

genre: angst, fluff

word count: 3.5K

summary: raising your daughter alone while simultaneously watching your ex-husband live the life of his dreams away from the two of you hurts. badly. it hurts a little less, though, when you find an unlikely friend while looking for help.

lowercase intended.

psst! this chapter is a game-changer AND has a character named after one of my followers! i hope she sees it and enjoys it. 💞

01 | 02 | 03 

   your alarm clock woke you, it’s piercing siren startling your eyes wide. groaning and fluttering your eyes to adjust to the sudden morning rays warming your somnolent face, you glared at the flashing red numbers across from you, reading a proud eight a.m. “fuck,” you mumbled, sinking your head into your pillow. your head pounded sparingly as you buried your head further, your attempt at drowning out the gentle pain failing.

    what had happened last night? nothing devastating. you're not one to irrationally act out; you always think about seyoung first. the last thing you can recall is throwing your shoes off and bag to the floor and essentially passing out on your bed after attending a team dinner. your days never seem to end, it just feels as though you have small pockets of time to breathe in between your busy schedule. when your five-minute break is up, though, it's back to work.

    you slowly arose from your cozy, welcoming bed and stared at the pillow sitting next to you, one that you'd clung to all night judging from its evident crumpled form in comparison to the other pillows sprawled across your bed. ouch. it sits where hoseok would lay.

    shaking your head to ensure you wouldn't have any regressive thoughts at eight in the morning, you pulled your comforter back, swinging your legs across the bed and perching comfortably on its edge. gazing at your feet, you sighed quietly, thanking the heavens it was saturday but dually cursing it for your support group session being today. you hadn't told anyone about it, not even sooyoung. this was for you, and you alone. you trudged from your bed to the master bathroom, scrubbing your teeth.

   it was at this moment that the sweet aroma of a saturday morning breakfast wafted from your kitchen to your bedroom. you inhaled it peacefully, the fragrance calming you and clearing your mind. you finally left your bedroom, shuffling towards your kitchen and living room. you silently apologized to the heavens for scolding it about the support group and thanked it once more, being reminded that you wouldn't know what to do half the time without sooyoung.

    "morning!" a voice sang from your kitchen. "i see the zombie finally decided to rise from sleep?" it chuckled, the sound of what seemed like waffles sizzling. your stomach growled at the thought of biting into one and you returned sooyoung's laugh, the patter of your daughter's feet against the tiled floor growing louder as she ran towards you. "seyoung, be careful! i don't want you slipping!"

    "it's okay, sooyoung auntie!" your daughter assured, her smaller frame finally finding you. "mom!" she giggled excitedly as she wrapped her arms around your waist, tugging affectionately. "you're finally awake!" she moaned, pulling on your large cotton shirt. "you know, i thought you died! so i called sooyoung auntie, and she told me you were alive. but i didn't believe her, so i asked her to prove it! and she told me she couldn't prove it this early in the morning. it wasn't even that early!"

    "seyoung-ah, what part of four in the morning isn't early to you?" sooyoung complained, her voice ringing through your home, body still not in view. peeking her head past a pillar separating the three of you, she scowled, annoyed, slapping another waffle onto a stack on a plate. "i was busy dreaming my dreams and this little one wakes me from my beauty sleep! at four in the morning! seyoung, if i didn't love you so much, who knows what i'd do!" she groaned. you and your daughter chuckled in unison, her small hand dragging you to the table to sit with her and sooyoung.

    "this is the first time i've made blueberry waffles, so don't expect a master chef level plate," sooyoung grinned as she placed the large pile of waffles in the middle of the table. "seyoung was okay with normal waffles up until she spotted the blueberries in the fridge. after that, she wouldn't stop tormenting me to add them in!" she joked, sitting down across from you.

    "torment?!" seyoung squealed, eyes wide, a smile cracking across her cheeks. "all i wanted was some pancakes, auntie!" she pat the table playfully, sooyoung pinching her cheek lovingly. "and, you said yes!"

    "and, i said yes," sooyoung repeated, looking over at you. "you both know i can't say no to seyoung! it's like refusing to eat a feast in front of you after you haven't eaten for days. what do you expect me to do? starve?" she jested, earning an eye roll and a grin from you. no one failed to make you laugh like your very dramatic sooyoung.

    "yeah, yeah." you bantered, serving yourself two warm pancakes. "gosh, sooyoung, these smell incredible," you gushed as you cut a piece swiftly, wanting to savor it immediately. it instantly melted in your mouth, the flavor of the warm fruit bursting into your mouth. you smiled brightly, chewing vigorously and holding up a cheerful thumbs-up. your daughter did the same, earning a giggle from sooyoung as she studied the two of you.

    "you guys look exactly alike," she murmured as she took a portion of waffle into her mouth, nibbling contentedly. swallowing, she continued, "just the same. it's like someone copy-paste in real life."

    seyoung turned to you, her face crinkled into a joyous grin. she placed her petite hand on top of yours, squeezing it tenderly. "i'm pretty, just like her! my mom is the prettiest lady in the world."

    "that she is!" sooyoung chimed in agreement, pointing her fork with a half-eaten chunk of waffle on it at seyoung. "no one can compare, except for me. i humbly accept second place, madam (y/n)." she bowed teasingly.

    "no, seyoung, you're the prettiest! and what about yebin? she's pretty too, right?" as much as you hated mentioning yebin, you knew you had to encourage seyoung to form a relationship with her 'step-mom'. you had to be the bigger person and you have to ignore the urge to scream at her every time you see her face. that's what being an adult is. hiding your feelings and pretending that you're generally okay.

    "eh," seyoung dragged, filling her mouth with a large piece of waffle. "not as pretty as you," she assured between chews. "yebin's scary when she takes off her makeup." her unintentional attack on yebin prompted sooyoung to sputter in amusement, bursting into laughter.

    "you're even starting to talk like your mom!" sooyoung exclaimed, resting her head on the table to mask her cackling. "i can't," she gasped, throwing her head back and covering her mouth. "you guys are getting more and more alike every day!"

    you smiled at your excited daughter, who was now drawing a large smiley face using maple syrup on her plate. admiring your best friend cackling in front of you and your daughter being undeniably herself, you sat contempt, knowing life was good for the time being.

    "next time?" sooyoung started as she slipped on her shoes, her purse dangling from her shoulder. "call me. if you ever need an extra hand around here, i'll come as soon as i can. promise you'll call?"

    "promise." you reassured, nodding politely. seyoung hovered behind you waving to her beloved aunt as she departed. "thanks for the breakfast and lunch, soo. you know i couldn't have done it without you." you dart your head around to spot your daughter, finding her peering behind your leg. "seyoung, say bye to sooyoung!"

    "bye, sooyoung auntie! come back soon! i want to make chocolate pancakes next!" seyoung called as sooyoung walked to her uber. "please come back!" seyoung repeated hesitantly, "i won't wake you up early again!"

    "good." sooyoung nodded, climbing into the passenger seat. "i'll see you monday, (y/n)! enjoy your weekend." sooyoung closed the door of the car and the uber sped off, you and your daughter lingering in your front lawn until she was out of sight.

    "what are we gonna do today, mommy?" seyoung turned to you, eyes full of curiosity.

    "well, i wanted to keep it a surprise, but i may or may not have scheduled a sleepover for you and ailee!" you exclaimed, grabbing your daughter's hands excitedly.

    "a sleepover?!" she squeaked, ecstatic as ever. "a sleepover with ailee!" seyoung jumped up and down, her pigtails swaying. "thank you, mommy, thank you!" she followed you inside, slipping off her sandals. you glanced at the clock, noting that it was currently around two o'clock.

    "ailee's mom expects us at four, so go and get ready! i'll drop you off." you smiled, leading her towards her bathroom.

    "you're not staying? even for a little bit?" seyoung turned, pouting. "why? are you not friends with ailee's mom?"

    "no, no, ailee's mom and i are still friends! mommy just has a lot of work to do." you reasoned, crouching down to eye-level with your daughter. "i wish i could stay, baby, but duty calls!"

    "okay," she replied half-dejectedly, waddling into her room to fetch her clothes to shower. you felt relieved your daughter hadn't tried to pry. you were just getting help for the two of you.

    seyoung, excited as ever to finally have reached ailee's house, practically leaped out of her car seat and beelined towards the door. you dashed after her, finding it difficult to keep track of locking your car and your wild daughter all at once. "seyoung-ah!" you called sternly, making her almost immediately stop and apologize profusely. after assuring her that she didn't make any large mistake, you took her by the hand and led her to the front door, making sure she walked confidently next to you — a tip you'd read in a parenting journal.

    the door swung open as excited squeals sounded from either side, ailee and seyoung basically grabbing each other to hug tightly. chuckling at the two running off to play, seyoung's backpack still in your hand, you glanced at ailee's mother, mai. "they're really excited, huh?" she exclaimed, watching them clamber up the stairs. "here, let me take that," she offered.

    "of course!" you replied, placing the bag in her hand. "i can't thank you enough for taking seyoung in today. i would've called her nanny, but today was so busy, and —"

    "it's no issue," mai interrupted, smiling assuringly. "we all know how hard you work. and after you alone juggled both of our kids after my husband's accident, well," she turned, making sure your kids weren't there. "it's the least i could do. do you want to come in? i can get some coffee going,"

    "i'd love to, but i can't," you explained. "i've got a meeting of sorts to get to soon. i'll pick seyoung up around ten tomorrow?" you asked, adjusting the sleeve of your sweater.

    "that works perfectly. call me if there's anything important!" she called, waving to you as you departed towards your car.

    "likewise!" you responded, waving politely and climbing into your car, waiting until their front door shut. why did you always find yourself on the verge of losing it in this exact position? in front of mai's house, in your car, right in front of the wheel. and, mimicking the way you always react to these situations, you rubbed the leather of your steering wheel, stopping yourself from resting your forehead against the horn and letting it ring until you felt satisfied. it was time to go to that potential shitshow of a support group, and you didn't know how to feel. pain? fear?

    you thought your divorce from hoseok would be the worst you've ever felt. and granted, it partially was, but at least you were sure of yourself. sure that you didn't want anything to do with this anymore, regardless of how much you loved him. but now? you didn't even know if you wanted this. the worst feeling to you was clear now; it was uncertainty, because uncertainty can corrode you and all your confidence in ways nothing else can.

    and, again mimicking the way you always react to these situations, you pressed the gas and drove, preparing yourself for both the worst and the best.

    the community center was cold. that was your first thought.

    dozens of people filed into the large auditorium, all trying to catch a glimpse of the one directory they offered to guide attendees to their respective support groups. after standing on your toes for what felt like hours, you finally read, 'divorcees and widow(er)s support group, room 613'. you found your place to go, but did you really want to walk into that room?

    there that uncertainty went again, eating away at your confidence like a parasite.

    you have to go, you reasoned to yourself it's not just for you, it's for seyoung. she'll catch on to what's going on eventually, you can't let her see you weak! with the reminder of seyoung fresh in your mind, you took the elevator to the sixth floor and searched thoroughly for room 613.

    "excuse me?" a voice asked from behind you, startling you. "are you lost? 'cause i am, too."

    you snorted at their comment, turning around to face them fully. a tall, muscular man stood in front of you, voice deep, hair slicked back handsomely. "oh," you muttered, stepping back to make eye contact more comfortably. "yeah, you could say i'm lost," you nodded, darting your head to either side of the hallway. "i'm looking for room 613. do you know where that is?"

    "613? i'm headed there myself," he replied awkwardly. the two of you stood together silently, both not knowing what to say in panicked silence. "i, uh, i'm park chanyeol." he introduced himself bluntly, offering his hand.

    hesitating, you finally took his hand, shaking it firmly, the way you do with customers or partners. "i'm (y/n) (l/n)." you responded.

    "(y/n) (l/n)," he repeated, looking towards the ceiling. "that sounds familiar, do i know you?"

    you cringed internally. one of the reasons you became a producer was to avoid being recognized in public, to avoid the constant attention, to avoid the all-eyes-on-you treatment artists are forced to undergo. so, as a result, when someone does recognize your name, you get a sudden urge to become a hermit. "long story short, i'm a producer."

    "ah, i see." chanyeol replied, hearing the hint of apprehension in your voice. "well, (y/n) (l/n), we're in the same boat, so let's find the room together." thankful he understood your tone, you set off with chanyeol, trekking across the hallway to find the infamous room 613. to your annoyance and surprise, the room seemed to be hidden away from the rest of the hallway, and out of numerical order.

    chanyeol opened the door for you and let the both of you in. room 613 was larger than what you expected; the room seemed to be at least three times as big as the other rooms, with many people filling up seats and talking amongst themselves. you didn't expect this many people to ever show up to a support group, but you stood corrected. not knowing where to go, you glanced at chanyeol, who motioned for the two of you to head over to the tables supervisors had set up, which were lined with water and general snacks.

    pouring two plastic cups of water for the both of you, you looked again at chanyeol, who was tapping his foot on the floor, glancing at the clock restlessly. "hey," you started, immediately getting his full attention. "tell me about yourself, chanyeol."

        a small silence between the two of you.

    "but, only if you're comfortable!" you stammered, hoping, praying that you didn't push any buttons within the first hour of meeting someone.

    he laughed at your uneasiness, dimples revealing themselves. "it's no big deal. uh, my wife and i recently divorced after i caught her cheating on me. is this it? is this the sharing thing they wanted us to do?"

    you chuckled, amused. "yeah, i think it is. and, it's a small world; the exact thing happened to me, but with my husband. do you have any kids? i have a daughter."

    "thankfully no," chanyeol answered, now visibly more comfortable. "we were planning on it, but that was before she cheated on me,"

    you nodded, understanding where he's coming from. you never told hoseok, but you'd always wanted to have a son with him alongside seyoung. and, like chanyeol, you never got there because of someone else's mistake. "i'm sorry you had to go through that." you sympathized.

    "i just need this to finally get over everything. i'm sorry you had to go through that too, especially because you have a daughter," he stated, caressing the back of his neck. "hey, if you can do it, so can i, right?"

    "yeah. and if you can do it, so can i." you repeated, smiling at him. the two of you shared a laugh at your new paired saying as the facilitator called everyone to the circle of chairs in the middle of the room, asking everyone to take a seat. you and chanyeol sat side-by-side, the both of you somewhat relieved that you weren't in this completely alone. at least there was someone who gets how you're feeling and just how painful it can be.

    "hi, everyone!" the facilitator's voice echoed through the room, loud, clear, and confident. "my name is lee chaerin, and i'll be the 'leader', if you will, of today's support group! a reminder, in case some of you are unsure, this is the divorcee, widow, and widower support group. if you're in the wrong room, please consult the new directory outside!" she announced. as a few people shuffled quietly out of the room to find their place elsewhere, she clasped her hands together. "again, my name is lee chaerin. i'm a trained psychologist and have been studying psychology for nearly twelve years at this point. cool, huh? my hope for this support group is that i help all of you heal, even if it's just a little. i want to make sure that all of you are okay, and can help each other while helping yourself!" she rested her hands on her hips and smiled, sighing contentedly. "i know that no one really wants to do this, but it's important. let's all go around the room and introduce ourselves, what we do, what happened, and what you hope to gain from this support group! after this, we'll split into groups to share our in detail stories and learn from each other. sounds like a plan? great."

    that type of introduction was a nightmare in reality. ever since you were ten you despised introducing yourself that way, and today, once married with a daughter, you feel the same way. some things never change.

    you weren't allowed to reach for your phone for the next two hours. they say that phones ruin the human experience because they allow an escape from awkward or undesirable situations. whoever 'they' are, they sure as hell are right.

    you tried your best to pay attention to everyone's name and goals for the group. you wanted to, but with the number of people surrounding you and how much was on your mind, it was tiring to listen past their occupation.

    "hi everyone, i'm youngjae," the conventional 'hi, youngjae' sounded from the group in a monotone state, defining the core of everyone's mood at this point of the support group. "i'm a songwriter for jyp entertainment, and my goal is to heal so i can focus on my job. my wife and i divorced after some internal issues." youngjae motioned to the man sitting next to him, nodding in his direction.

    not that you'd know, though. you were staring at your feet.

    "hi, everyone, my name is jeon jungkook." a man's voice stated, making your head shoot up from the ground. the sudden movement made his eyes dart towards yours, and the two of you sat frozen, only seeing each other, eyes locked. "i'm a teacher, and my goal is to stop thinking about her every day so i can move on." his voice became audibly quieter, but it didn't matter. the room was dead silent, anyway.

    you couldn't even hold your mouth open. your jaw and chest tightened. you didn't expect him to be here.

    you broke eye contact to eye his hands, his index finger and thumb of his right hand seemingly toying with a ring that was no longer there.

    a ring that was no longer there.

    your eyes met again. the air was tense and suffocating; the panic that filled only the two of you created an atmosphere only you and jungkook could feel.

    he broke eye contact, his glance now on his lap. his voice now barely a whisper, he spoke, still loud enough for you to hear. "i lost my wife in a car accident about a year ago. she was hit by a truck while she was coming home to me."

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Culture Shock | Keanu Reeves x Reader

Prompt: You're Filipino and it's been a while since you had eaten some good ol' rice with your hands. However, your boyfriend, Keanu has never seen you eat this way before.

Note: I thought this was fun to write and I always wanted to write something like this and considering I'm Filipino myself, I wanted to share some of my culture with you guys.

WARNING: None. Just fluff.

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You sighed once you saw the clock on your bedside table. It was only 8 AM. You looked down at the heavy arm that was draped over your body as Keanu's breath slightly tickled your neck. You felt bad for leaving the bed but you had no choice considering at how loud your stomach has been rumbling. You were really hungry. As quiet as a mouse, you gently lifted Keanu's arm off you while you carefully slipped out of bed, causing him to groan and turn his body to the other side.

Letting out a breath, you tied your hair up in a bun and quietly tiptoed your way out of the bedroom where you proceeded to make your way to the bathroom to wash your face.

Keanu had stayed the night at your house after he finally got some free time from filming. He was incredibly tired and you were more than happy for him to stay the night. Making your way out of the bathroom, you went downstairs and immediately rummaged through the kitchen on what to eat.

You weren't in the mood for pancakes, waffles, eggs and bacon or any of the American style breakfast. Almost immediately, an idea popped in your head and you began to prepare some rice. Washing it and eventually cooked it in your trusty rice cooker.

It had been a while since you had some rice for breakfast and you really missed it. It somehow put a smile on your face since it really reminded you of home. You're Filipino and proud to be. When you first met Keanu he was so interested on learning about your culture and you were more than happy to enlighten him. There were times he'd hear you speak in Tagalog and sometimes curse in your mother tongue as well. Which he found amusing.

After a few minutes, you heard the familiar click of the rice cooker, indicating it was already cooked but you indulged yourself by cooking some chicken breasts and Keanu's breakfast. Which consisted of eggs, bacon and some french toast. Once everything was done, you set everything down on the table and immediately washed your hands thoroughly before sitting down on your chair.

"Hay, salamat sa Diyos. [Oh, thank God.]" You sighed in relief and began to dig into your food. You used your left hand for eating while the right one was used if to grab your glass of mango juice.

You carefully took a small chunk of chicken breast and put it on top of the rice. Then, you gathered just the right amount of it with your fingers, shaping it around the rice and the chicken before you lifted your hand up to your lips and pushed the food inside your mouth using your thumb.

It was just like the good ol' days. You were so indulged with how you ate that you didn't hear Keanu going downstairs until he cleared his throat, looking at you with an amused yet confused look in his face.

You jumped in your seat and put a hand over your chest in surprise.

"Tangina, ginulat mo ko. [Fuck, you scared me.]" You said and gave Keanu a little glare to which he chuckled and sat down across you. He didn't quite understand some of the words you said but he was picking up some key words and understood those.

"I'm sorry, baby. I woke up and you weren't in bed anymore so I came down and... saw you eating." Keanu pointed over to your food by pouting his lips to it which he kinda got from you considering you'd often point to things using your lips.

"Oh, yeah. I'm sorry about that, baby. I woke up and I was really hungry so I made breakfast." You explained, "I made you some toast, eggs and bacon. You know, the usual."

Keanu smiled softly and nodded at you but he didn't quite get up from his seat to get his own plate. Instead, he stayed there and watched you eat.

"What is it, honey?" You asked, taking another small chunk of your chicken.

"You're eating chicken and rice in the morning?" Keanu asked confusingly and you giggled at his expression. You knew this would be a little weird for him.

"Yep! In the Philippines, we always eat rice. Breakfast, lunch, and dinner. And often times we eat with our hands. Of course, we wash our hands first before we handle the food." You smiled and gathered a decent amount of rice with your fingers as you watched Keanu staring at your hands as if he was trying to learn how to eat with his bare hands.

Carefully, you lifted your hand up and with your thumb, pushed the food inside your mouth. Before you smiled proudly at Keanu who looked so impressed by what you did.

"Teach me how to do that, babe?" He asked and your eyes lit up by his question that you couldn't help but nod your head vigorously.

"Wash your hands first, mahal. [Love]" You'd say and Keanu would grin at the familiar nickname that he seemed to love so much especially when it's coming from you.