#Jillian x tiny

[froggywentaprincin]

#daring is a switch/power bottom and I won’t accept anything else #Humphrey x Jillian #Dexter x humphrey #cedar x cerise #Maddie x kitty #duchess x sparrow #cupid x blondie #Ramona x Jillian #chase x daring #poppy x sparrow #lizzie x daring #dexter x raven #Jillian x tiny #justine x ramona #darling x apple #blondie x cupid #sparrow x daring #Dexter x hopper #Raven x Maddie #faybelle x briar #cerise x hunter #daring x Faybelle #Farrah x Faybelle #hopper x Meeshell #hopper x daring #humphrey x hopper #eah ships #cedar x melody #ever after high #eah

[silverthelovebug]

Hey guys remember that Tiny/Jillian/Nina fankid I was talking about?

Well :3

#eah #ever after high #tiny giant #jillian beanstalk #nina thumbell #ever after high next chapter #ever after high au #nextgen #nextgenau #nextchapter #next chapter #Jillian x Nina x Tiny #Jillian/Nina/Tiny #I’m #just realizing the size differences here #I think #I think Jillian has a type for people definitely not her height #“I want them 40 feet tall or 1 inch tall no inbetween!” #“Jillian what the fuck why can’t you be normal and date Humphrey???” #“Fuck you that’s why” #Anyways Charlotte is a sweetheart who’s very awkward #And made of plants #Her ass probably photosynthesizes #fankids #fankid

[blainesebastian]

conclusion jumping (ccg universe)

words: 2,701 ship: austin butler x reader summary: (combined anon requests) “angst when reader sees a tabloid pic of Austin getting cozy with another girl + ccg and austin disagree on how to discipline luci“  warnings: none notes: thank you so much for reading! masterlist is here, along with a ccg universe dedicated masterlist here :)  tag list: @killerqueenfan, @karamelcoveredolicity, @elizabethrosecresswell, @gigisworldsstuff, @stylespresleyhearted

Admittedly, you know you shouldn’t even be following gossip instagrams for this exact reason. You know by now that what you see isn’t what it seems, always some sort of half truth mixed beneath the surface. You’re unsure of why you’d even let this get to you—you trust Austin, you do, it’s not about that. Maybe it’s about other people not creating boundaries with him and yet, you know that it’s always a balance, right? You’re not about to blame someone else completely? And still, that’s exactly what you want to do.

For your health and sanity, you unfollow the gossip celebrity Instagram that you’ve been following since before you and Austin met. It’s a lot less fun now that your name and your husband is plastered on it from time to time. This is probably exactly why Austin doesn’t keep much on social media, it’s a lot easier that way, even though you can’t imagine completely pulling the plug either.

You stare at the photo and try not to let your emotions completely swallow you whole—you don’t do conclusion jumping—

Austin is seated on a bar couch, out with his latest film family, having a good time. This is not like he hasn’t done this before with countless other movies he’s starred in, it’s not like he didn’t text you last night asking if you wanted to come (Jillian more than gladly would have watched Luci). So it’s not like this is a big secret being kept from you. It’s the fact that Austin has his arm stretched out along the back of the couch and his co-star who plays lead opposite of him, Melanie, is molded against his side and looking entirely too cozy.

You don’t even bother with the comments because you know they’re going to be a complete and utter circus. Some in support of you, some dragging you through the mud, and…even as you stand there making breakfast, you can’t even pinpoint who you’re mad at. Or about? A nasty, heated curl like a tendril in your stomach, reaching up and hooking onto your ribcage brings thoughts from deep down—

That you’re really mad at yourself because Austin was out having a good time last night and you were home playing housewife. Even though, distantly, you know that’s not…that makes no sense. You love being a wife, a mother—there are no regrets there. And Austin has never made you feel like that, so you’re not sure where those feelings are coming from. It has to be insecurities bubbling over, because you’re at a different point in your life right now and this co-star is where you were.

“This is so stupid,” You mumble under your breath as you flip pancakes, putting finished ones on a plate near the stove.

Stupid, sure. Ridiculous, maybe. And yet…you hate that you’re asking yourself what Austin did after that photo. Did he pull away? Or was it not that big of a deal?

You know exactly who Austin is, don’t you?

You hate that this stupid photo is driving you crazy into questioning that.

Glancing up at the sound of little feet, you smile a little as Luci comes rushing into the kitchen, tumbling herself right against your leg. For someone who’s two and tiny, she’s strong and knows how to throw her weight around.

“I think you grew overnight,” You tease, reaching your hand down to run through her hair, “Like a beanstalk.” You’ve read that book recently with her, so that definitely resonates.

She laughs and squeezes around your leg, her hair staticky from sleep, impressions of her pillow still warm on her cheek. “Pantates.”

“Yes,” You smirk, “Pancakes. You wanna go see if dad’s up?”

Austin came in late last night, you were barely awake when he crawled into bed, pulled you close. The scent of cologne and cigarette smoke were sticking to his skin—you remember turning into his chest and slipping as close as you could.

Luci, thrilled with having a task, turns on her heel and bolts out of the kitchen. You want to tell her not to run but at least she doesn’t have socks on, she shouldn’t be doing Risky Business sliding around. Shaking your head, you move on to making bacon and eggs, just something else to do with your hands as you consider how to ask Austin about this photo.

You’re actually not even sure you want to bring it up…maybe it’s best to just ignore it? You’re trying to decide what you can live with, what’s going to bother you later on. And then what if it happens again and you’re angry with yourself that you never tried to talk to him about it?

Turning your head as you hear another set of footsteps, heavier this time, you can’t help but smile as you see Austin walk into the kitchen looking the tiniest bit hungover, holding Luci against his chest. He’s got on a black t-shirt, black joggers, hair a mismatched mess even though he still manages to look incredibly handsome. Unfair really. His eyebrows are drawn together in such a way as Luci talks that you can tell he has a headache.

“Morning sleeping beauty,” You tease, leaning over to press a kiss to his cheek.

He grunts out a reply, turning his head to press a kiss to the corner of your mouth, “Coffee?” He manages to form that word at least and you muffle a bit of a chuckle. The eggs and bacon are fine to leave alone for a moment, getting a mug down for him to fill up with coffee from the pot.

“Savin’ my life.” He mumbles, taking the mug and having a long sip.

Must be bad if he’s not even putting in cream or sugar first.

Austin sets Luci down, who makes a sprinting for the living room as she says something about ‘cayons’—which, crayons,…you have no idea what she’s on about. Maybe she drew something for one of them? Or she’s just keeping herself busy until breakfast is ready.

Reaching up, you thread your fingers through his curls before finishing up the eggs and bacon, “Have fun last night?”

Austin hums, making his way to the fridge to grab the cream to fix his coffee, adding a bit more to the mug too, “Was a good time,” He glances over his shoulder at you, “Always more fun if you coulda made it.”

You know that’s supposed to be a compliment and you appreciate that sentiment, but something sour sits in the bottom of your stomach. Of course you would have loved to have been able to join him, just like any other past invite he’s extended to you. But your lives are a bit different now—while you could have dropped Luci off at Jillian’s place, that doesn’t mean you automatically should have? It doesn’t work like that.

Heat bubbles in your veins as you turn the stove off and you bite down on your lower lip, words pushing past your teeth, “Seems like you’re capable of having plenty of fun without me.”

You can feel Austin pause, setting his mug down slowly on the counter. But before he has a chance to unpack that, you move, unwilling to settle in the aftermath of your commentary. You walk into the living room to tell Luci that breakfast is ready, and your mouth opens but—

There, on the floor, your daughter is coloring directly on the wall with her crayons in full abandon—

"Luci!" You snap, more out of surprise and disbelief than anything else. You take a few steps towards her, eyes widening at the artwork on the pale green walls, "Since when do we draw on the walls? You know better than this."

It doesn't matter that…well, maybe she doesn't know better because you and Austin have never had to say anything to her, or that you're speaking to her as if she's run into traffic because she let go of your hands (has happened before), because she drops her crayons at the sound of your voice.

And starts crying.

You're not sure whether it's because you scared her or the tone of your voice but you suppose it doesn't matter, big fat tears are rolling down her cheeks regardless. You run a hand over your face, Austin walking past you to scoop your daughter up into his arms.

"Hey, hey," He coos, "It's alright, shhh." He bounces her on his hip a little, using his other hand to push her hair away from her face.

Any other time it might not dig under your skin, but— "It's not alright." You tell him and he kinda…glances over at you with this softly pinched, confused expression. He definitely doesn't understand where this is coming from, why you're so wound up and…

Even as you say the next set of words, it's like a car crash, a sputtering of emotions, you can't stop yourself, "We can't just let her do whatever she wants."

Austin soothes Luci with a hand moving up and down her back and you really try not to get yourself caught up in old feelings you've put to rest—how Luci tends to favor her dad, and maybe it's for these exact same moments. Good cop vs. bad.

"That's not what we're doin'."

Luci's definitely a bit calmer now against Austin's chest, soft hiccups, red cheeks and wet eyelashes and you hate that you've upset her like that. While you're not thrilled about the crayons all over the wall, it's not like it can't be painted over?

And yet your mouth is still running off, not completely connected to your brain, talking about actions having consequences. Distantly, you know that this has nothing to do with Luci and more to do with how you felt seeing your husband snuggled up on a bar couch with his co-star.

You can pinpoint the exact moment in which Austin can see right through you, "Okay, what then? What do you want to do?" He's not angry, exactly, but his voice is a bit tight, "Put her in time-out? Yell at her? Or do you want to yell at me—because that seems to be who you're really mad at."

Something heavy settles in the air, almost making it difficult for you to breathe. The words get stuck in your throat, nearly choking you—Austin waits, he's patient—always so patient. But when you don't say anything, his jaw works and he moves Luci from his one side to the other. He lets out a short sigh, looking down at her as he turns to go into the kitchen to get breakfast, giving a smile that's only reserved for her.

Leaving you with your thoughts.

--

It’s a day off for both you and Austin, a home day, which you usually love. Today it feels a bit suffocating, mostly because it's pouring outside—so there's no going to the park, no distraction from the small explosion in the living room and the awkwardly quiet breakfast that followed.

You find Luci in her bedroom after washing the dishes and apologize to her, sink to the floor, hold her little hands, try to explain even though she's moved on already—the sharp words from you a distant past. You say you're sorry anyways, draw her close, kiss her cheeks. She forgives you—she always forgives you. One day that won't easily be the case.

Wandering into the living room, you bring a selection of cleaning supplies with you from the kitchen. You're not sure where Austin is but you think you hear the shower running in your bathroom. Sitting down on the floor, you attempt to take the crayon off the wall...not much works. You sigh, running your thumb over Luci's drawing—it's grass and flowers and…cows. At least they seem to be cows? Maybe they're pandas.

When you hear footsteps approaching the living room, you look up to see Austin wandering in, freshly showered. His hair is a bit wet still, some slicked back, some in wild curls on his forehead. You swallow over an emotion in your throat you don't want to name, your husband moving to sit on the couch near where you are. He leans forward, elbows on his knees as he looks down at you.

Quiet, nothing for a few moments until he breaks the ice that's forming by touching your hair, brushing it over your shoulder. You close your eyes until he speaks, almost laughing when he asks,

"Is this about Melanie?"

You definitely hate yourself a little bit, putting down a washcloth that isn't working against the crayon, "I'm sorry—" You open your eyes, looking up at him, "I'm really sorry."

Austin nods softly, drawing his thumb along your cheek and jawline as he waits for you to continue.

"It's…" And you don't even want to mention trusting him, because you do? Utterly? You have no idea where these rush of feelings came from—jealousy, guilt, frustration? Just be honest.

"It's not as easy as before we had Luci, dropping everything and joining you out." You start, licking your lips. That within itself isn't a big deal, there will be plenty of times in the future that you do join him. "And I let myself get all wound up because I saw this picture of you and Melanie on a couch at the bar, and I didn't like it."

You swallow, almost afraid to look at him in that admittance. His hand gently tips your chin, his blue eyes meeting yours. You can tell he knows exactly what you’re talking about, his thumb tracing along your lower lip,

“You can tell me stuff like that, you know? I wasn’t exactly quiet about Ronald gettin’ too close to you on set.”

There’s a soft laugh that rumbles in your chest because…Ronald is harmless, a sound guy you’ve worked with a handful of times on movie sets, including the films you’ve written for. He’s definitely a little…overly friendly? But has always been incredibly respectful. Austin isn’t a fan because, in his opinion, regardless that Ronald is nice? He crosses boundaries—too nice. And while you don’t exactly see it, you respect how Austin feels. Just like he’s understanding you now, with Melanie.

“I’m sorry,” Austin says after a moment, “If I hurt you.” And it…it wasn’t him exactly, though you do appreciate that, appreciate him. “Lot of us got tipsy fast, Melanie was one of them. She’s uh…bit of a cuddly drunk.” You can definitely relate, “Despite what you might have seen, us on the couch, that’s the closest we were all night. I was mostly just makin’ sure she wasn’t gonna fall over.”

So basically Austin was being a decent guy, like you already know he is.

Inching towards him on the floor, you kneel so you’re situated between his legs, nuzzling your noses together for a moment. His forehead rests along yours, “I’ll talk to you next time, when something bothers me,” You promise. You got too caught up in emotions, needing to remember to take a step back, breathe. It’s hard within the moment.

Austin nods, pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth.

“Not freak out about crayons,” You mumble with a soft eyeroll and your husband smirks.

He pulls back, cupping your cheek as he takes a look at the artwork on the walls. “I talked to her after she calmed down, I think she understands.” Austin tilts his head a little, “Though, seems like a shame to get rid of such nicely drawn…bears?”

“I think they’re cows. We should make her write an artist statement.”

Austin laughs but…then again.

A few days later, you buy this frame at a yard sale you just happen to pass on your way home, and you place it perfectly around her drawing in the living room. When Austin comes home and sees that, he almost loses it, eyes bright with amused laughter. You would be the parents to frame your daughter’s first coloring on the walls…

And help her write an artist statement to place on a small placard alongside it.

#austin butler #austin butler x reader #austin butler imagine #austin butler fic #elvis 2022 #mccall writes things #ccg

[minniethemoocherda]

Three Sentences: Jillian x Tiny

A/N Tiny x Jillian for Rach. I don't ship this since I love Jillian x Humphrey. I like the EAH website but it would be nice if the stuff they said was actually supported by canon for once. Next will be Sparrow x Blondie for UltimateWarriorFan4Ever.

Jillian had always loved adventure and couldn't wait to have daring fight with giants like her father.

But after getting to know the kind son of the man her father had once killed, she quickly came to learn that giants had as a big a hearts as humans as well as an overwhelming ability to love.

So later when asked why she became a rebel she simply replied "As much as I want to kill my husband sometimes, especially when he forgets to do the dishes, I can never follow through with it because I love him too much."

#eah #ever after high #jillian beanstalk #jillian x tiny #tiny #jillian #three sentences

[spacecowboyhotch]

The Beginning Part 2🌙

summary: Aaron lands in Swords and does something extremely out of character. But then, he makes it to her.

pairing: Aaron Hotchner, Jillian Daly x Maggie Daly (fem!lesbian!ocs)

warnings: 18+/nsfw, alcohol mention and consumption, protected sex, feelings, guilt

an: okay my friends this is it, the last part before our two babies meet. don’t kill me for this okay…our man deserves some fun lol. song inspo is waiting for the night by depeche mode.

word count: 635

series masterlist | playlist

Aaron’s been in Swords for all but a few hours. He doesn’t mean for it to happen, it just kind of does. He’s sitting in a pub in Dublin, four scotches deep when a woman with deep auburn hair and mischievous eyes walks up to him. She’s nice enough and before he knows it they’re shoved into a stall and she has her tongue down his throat. She slides the condom onto him before he can make a comment about protection.

It’s the first time he’s been touched in over a year and he can’t deny that she makes him feel good; can barely get her off before he cums. The post orgasm clarity courses through him and after whispered apologies he’s out of the pub and on the rowdy streets within minutes.

The guilt and resentment towards himself almost completely sobers him. He walks around for a bit, looking up at the moon, trying to clear his head before he calls a taxi to the bed and breakfast that’s just a short drive away. He can hardly look the driver in the eye.

Jillian is manning the desk at this late hour, it’s just after 1 a.m. and as she watches Aaron stumble in she can’t help but chuckle at how he steadies himself after tripping over the lip of the doorway. She can tell he’s tipsy but figures he’s still good to check in.

“Room for Hotchner. Aaron Hotchner.” Aaron says to the petite woman, watching as her green eyes flicker over him curiously.

She nods, hits a few keys on her computer, and then gets out a gold embellished key. Old fashioned.

“Alright, you’ll be on the second floor. Take a seat though, you look rough buddy, I’ll make you some coffee.”

“That’s really not necessary, I only had a few drinks.”

“Hey, this is my bed and breakfast, if I say you’re drinking coffee before taking the stairs then you’re drinking coffee before taking the stairs. Got it?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Good.” She disappears through a door and a few minutes later comes out with two steamy mugs before returning to her post. “And don’t call me ma’am.”

“Sorry, habit.” He takes a few sips of the coffee, hums in appreciation.

“It’s alright. I’m Jillian or Jill. My wife Maggie and I own this place, if you need anything don’t hesitate to reach out. We have a tiny house out back, but our number is listed on the phone in your room.”

“I’ll keep that in mind. Thank you for the hospitality.”

“Thank you for the money.” She jokes, laughing at her own joke in a way that’s charming.

Before she can say anything else, Maggie makes her way out of the room Jillian had gone to get coffee out of. Maggie’s not what Aaron expected, she’s tall with sweet brown eyes and golden skin.

“You must be Aaron, our last check in for the night. Welcome, I hope Jilly’s not giving you a hard time.” Maggie gives him a wave, leaning up against the counter.

“No, not all, she’s been quite welcoming.” He holds up the coffee mug as proof.

“See Mags, I can be the charismatic one too.”

“Yeah honey, let’s leave most of that responsibility to Zira.”

He doesn’t ask who Zira is, figures she’s an employee. He finishes his coffee while watching the two women chat with each other. He’s grateful, it takes his mind off of the romp he just had in a pub with a random woman and he feels less guilty. Before he retires to his room he says goodnight to them both.

“Thanks for the coffee Jill, it helped.”

“Aye, no problem Aaron. Get some sleep.”

“Breakfast is at 8:30.” Maggie smiles at him kindly.

“I’ll be there.” He murmurs before trudging up the stairs and making his way to his room.

tagging: @laurensprentiss, @ssahotchie, @sadgirlml @angelfxllcm, @jaspxr, @hotchs-bitch, @chelseyjoyce, @rousethemouse, @iamc, @hotforhotchner11, @hotcrosshotch, @fightingdragonswithreid, @ashhotchner

#aaron hotchner x original character #original fem character x aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x original female character #black female original character #original character #female original character #aaron hotchner fics #aaron hotchner fan fiction #aaron hotchner fanfiction #criminal minds fics #criminal minds fanfiction #moon river series

[artisgonnabeok]

Ever After High's Most Interesting Ship.

is Jillian x Tiny because unlike most not only does it have "Destined Rivals" paired up together, But it also has Rebel x Rebel (which,when both are in the same story makes it interesting.) But also ......Jillian's father killed his parents.

Also the ship could literally save Tiny's life.

#tiny ever after high #ever after high #ever after high tiny #eah tiny #tiny eah #tiny giant #ever after high Jillian #Jillian ever after high

[happilyeverafter199]

My EAH ships

After posting the wedding dresses, I’ve decided to post who I feel the girls would marry in those dresses. Starting with my favorite EAH ships, these are just my opinions so please, no hate on what I chose.

- Raven Queen x Dexter Charming (Of course, one of my OTPs since the beginning)

- Ashlynn Ella x Hunter Huntsman (such a cute couple)

- Daring Charming x Lizzie Hearts (I know that Daring is supposed to be with Rosabella Beauty, but if so, why did they make that episode of him and Lizzie? Because I’ve been shipping them instead of him with Rosabella. Just saying)

- Poppy O’Hair x Sparrow Hood (I know that they’re not truly canon, but I like to picture them as an edgy couple who like to annoy each other)

- Alistair Wonderland x Bunny Blanc (I did used to ship Alistair with Maddie, but then I started liking him with Bunny over time)

- Darling Charming x Chase Redford (I can totally see them as a badass couple who kicks ass together)

- Ginger Breadhouse x Hopper Croakington (I’ve never really shipped Hopper with Briar for some reason. I just like the idea of him with Ginger because they kind of remind me of Princess Tiana and Prince Naveen from The Princess and the Frog)

- Jillian Beanstalk x Humphrey Dumpty (I actually couldn’t decide if I should ship Jillian with Tiny or Humphrey. But I decided to go with Humphrey because I just think they’re cuter. Plus, my ship name for them is Golden Egg, like from Jack and Beanstalk, how perfect)

#ever after high #my ships #eah wedding

[aslanjadecarlyle]

Master List of Black Creators, Owners, & Public Figures

Master List of Black Creators, Owners, & Public Figures

DISCLAIMER: I am fucking whiter than white. I compiled this list to boost black creators and public figures, but if I am overstepping at all PLEASE let me know! 

Also, I tried to research these in a timely manner. If anyone in these lists is problematic or should not be supported, let me know. :)

(Of course, this is only a TINY portion! Feel free to add more names, businesses, and creators!)

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Activists:

•Naomi Anderson

•Maya Angelou

•James Baldwin

•Lillie Mae Bradford

•Mari Copeny

•Frederick Douglass

•Ruth Ellis

•Erica Garner

•Alicia Garza

•Ernest Green

•Fannie Lou Hamer

•Frances Harper

•Langston Hughes

•Marsha P. Johnson

•Alberta Odell Jones

•Quincy Jones

•Martin Luther King Jr.

•Audre Lorde

•Bree Newsome

•Huey P. Newton

•Rosa Parks

-Bayard Rustin

•Sojourner Truth

•Harriet Tubman

•Madam C.J. Walker

•Ida B. Wells

•Malcolm X

Actors/Actresses & Directors:

•Yahya Abdul-Mateen II

•James Avery

•Angela Bassett

•Halle Berry

•John Boyega

•Levar Burton

•Nick Cannon

•Michael Clarke Duncan

•Zendaya Coleman

•Terry Crews

•Viola Davis

•Idris Elba

•Jamie Foxx

•Morgan Freeman

•Whoopi Goldberg

•Tiffany Haddish

•Skai Jackson

•William Jackson Harper

•Kevin Hart

•Steve Harvey

•Jennifer Hudson

•Ice Cube

•Spike Lee

•Phill Lewis

•Bernie Mac

•Eddie Murphy

•Keke Palmer

•James Pickens Jr.

•Chris Rock

•Will Smith

•Raven Symonè

•Denzel Washington

•Jesse Williams

•Chandra Wilson

•Oprah Winfrey

•John Witherspoon

Authors & Poets:

•Elizabeth Acevedo

•Tomi Adeyemi

•Kwame Alexander

•Maya Angelou

•Rena Barron

•Paula Chase

•Dhonielle Clayton

•Brandy Colbert

•Jay Coles

•Dana Davis

•Tanita S. Davis

•Sharon M. Draper

•Paul Laurence Dunbar

•Akwaeke Emezi

•Sharon G. Flake

•Kristina Forest

•L.R. Giles

•Whitney D. Grandison

•Nikki Grimes

•Justina Ireland

•Tiffany D. Jackson

•Kimberly Jones

•Claire Kann

•Kekla Magoon

•Janice Lynn Mather

•Tony Medina

•Candice Montgomery

•David Barclay Moore

•Britney Morris

•Bethany C. Morrow

•Greg Neri

•Nnedi Okorafor

•Tochi Onyebuchi

•Morgan Parker

•Junauda Petrus

•Ben Philippe

•Jason Reynolds

•Debbie Rigaud

•Ilyasah Shabazz

•Nic Stone

•Liara Tamani

•Mildred D. Taylor

•Angie Thomas

•Brian F. Walker

•Booker T. Washington

•Renée Watson

•Alicia Williams

•August Wilson

•C.E. Wilson

•Ashley Woodfolk

•Jacqueline Woodson

•Nicola Yoon

•Ibi Aanu Zoboi

Black-Owned Bookstores:

•Grassrootz Bookstore (Phoenix, AZ)

•Eso Won Books (Los Angeles, CA)

•Malik Books (Los Angeles, CA)

•Marcus Books (Oakland, CA)

•Shades of Afrika (Long Beach, CA)

•Shop At Matter (Denver, CO)

•Pyramid Books (Boynton Beach, FL)

•For Keeps Books (Atlanta, GA)

•Bunnie Hillard (Decatur, GA)

•Challenges Games & Comics (Decatur, GA)

•Semicolon (Chicago, IL)

•Wild Fig Books (Lexington, KY)

•Frugal Bookstore (Boston, MA)

•Loyalty Books (Silver Springs, MD)

•Loving Me Books (Detroit, MI)

•Source Booksellers (Detroit, MI)

•Mind’s Eye Comics (Burnsville, MN)

•Eye See Me (St. Louis, MO)

•Source of Knowledge (Newark, NJ)

•The Lit Bar (The Bronx, NY)

•Cafe Con Libros (Brooklyn, NY)

•Megabrain Comics (Rhinebeck, NY)

•The Schomburg Shop (Harlem, NY)

•Sister’s Uptown (New York, NY)

•Fulton Street Books (Tulsa, OK)

•Third Eye Bag (Portland, OR)

•Amalgam Comics (Philadelphia, PA)

•Harriett’s Bookshop (Philadelphia, PA)

•Uncle Bobbie’s (Philadelphia, PA)

•Turning Page Bookshop (Goose Creek, SC)

•Black Pearl Books (Austin, TX)

•The Dock (Fort Worth, TX)

•Loyalty Books (Washington DC)

•MahoganyBooks (Washington DC)

Other Black-Owned Businesses:

•228 Grant Street Candle Company (228grantstreet.com)

•Aamir Graphics (jaizthedesigner.mystrikingly.com)

•Ailey Extension (aileyextension.com)

•Aminah Abdul Jillil (aminahabdujillil.com)

•Anya Lust (anyalust.com)

•AphroChic (aphrochic.com)

•Basbaas Foods (basbaassauce.com)

•Beauty Bakerie (beautybakerie.com)

•Beauty Stat Cosmetics (beautystatcosmetics.com)

•BedStuyFly (bedstuyfly.com)

•Bel Lumière (thebellumiereco.com)

•Beneath Your Mask (beneathyourmask.com)

•Black Enterprise (blackenterprise.com)

•Black Girl Sunscreen (blackgirlsunscreen.com)

•Black Girls Run (blackgirlsrun.com)

•The Black Home (theblackhome.com)

•Black Pepper Paperie Company (shopbpco.com)

•Blavity (blavity.com)

•BLK MKT Vintage (blkmktvintage.com)

•Body Space Fitness (bodyspacefitness.com)

•Bold Xchange (boldxchange.com)

•Bolé Road Textiles (boleroadtextiles.com)

•Briogeo (briogeohair.com)

•Brooklyn Circus (thebkcircus.com)

•Brooklyn Tea (brooklyntea.com)

•Brother Vellies (brothervellies.com)

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Lullaby

Keanu Reeves x reader (A/n- Why are they always having sex?) Chapter Summary- Jillian and Catherine find out about Y/n’s relationship with Keanu. Y/n and Keanu go to a night market and caution is thrown out the window.

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Warnings- Smut/NSFW, semi-public sex

Chapter 13

They’d left New York bright and early Monday morning, and much to Keanu’s disappointment, Y/n hadn’t brought up their early, Sunday morning exchange, and he’d eventually decided that she didn’t remember. He’d brushed it off though, not wanting Y/n to think he was upset about something like that.  

It had been a couple weeks since then and dates with Y/n had been infrequent though cherished. Every moment spent with her made Keanu fall even more in love. She contrasted him perfectly; daring, bold and unabashedly unafraid. Y/n adored adventure; sneaking around in places where it was hardest, tossing her arms around his neck and pressing the sweetest affections to his lips even with the risk of getting caught. That didn’t mean they weren’t careful though, the last thing either of them wanted was to have to put an untimely end to their blooming relationship. But they didn’t necessarily want to be restricted to their houses either. 

That Friday night Keanu had planned to take her to the night market, hoping that the crowd would be enough to shield their identities. It wasn’t the typical high-end date, but Y/n had told him that she’d never been, even though she adored the fair-type feel of places like that and all Keanu wanted was to see her happy. 

He was almost ready to set off for her place; he’d only been there a handful of times since she’d moved, but Keanu could tell that Y/n liked having him with her. The thought warmed his heart, knowing that she appreciated his company that much, that he meant that much to her, because really, that was what she was to him.

“Try this one,” Jillian tossed Y/n a champagne colored tulle skirt, and she reacted barely in time to catch it. Upon instance, she and Catherine had insisted on helping her get ready for her date, even if Y/n had been very vague on who she was going out with.

Y/n held the skirt up to her waist, tilting her head as she surveyed it in the mirror, standing before it dressed only in her bra and panties. “I don’t know,” she frowned, “I don’t think it really works with what we’re doing.”

“What are you doing?” Catherine looked up from her ‘task’ of going through Y/n’s lipstick selection, stationed at the comfy tufted otter-man that served as the vanity’s stool, “I mean, you’ve been very vague.”

Y/n replaced the skirt on its hanger, moving on to go through a drawer with jeans and leggings, “We’re going to a night market.” Rummaging through her stuff, she eventually produced a pair of black leggings with silver details running up the sides, pulling them on while ignoring the questioning stares from her cousin and friend.

“Daniel is taking you to a night market?” Catherine huffed in disbelief and Jillian's jaw hung slack, rearing further into the grey, tweed armchair central to the room. Shaking off her initial shock,  Catherine twirled a loose blonde ringlet around her pointer, “Has Daniel ever been to any kind of market? I mean, we’re talking about pretty boy Daniel who flew you out in the plane that he owns, for a private dinner in Hawaii, that Daniel?”

Y/n scoffed, rolling her eyes and avoiding their gazes, moving on to shifting things around in one section of her closet, in search of the right blouse, “I never said I was going with Daniel,” she grumbled shyly.

“Oh?” Jillian cocked an eyebrow, sitting up straighter before standing all together. When Y/n didn’t make another move to explain, she approached her, shutting the glass door, barely giving Y/n time to save her fingers, “Not Daniel? Is there something you’re not telling us missy?” Jillian leaned against the wardrobe.

“Don’t be so dramatic,” Y/n huffed, walking to another section of the wardrobe, still looking for the right top. It was a night market, with Keanu, she didn’t want to be too flashy, but she didn’t want to be plain either. Getting two hangers out, Y/n continued as she silently debated between a cream t-back blouse with a crocheted pattern at the back and a simple boho crop top, “I didn’t tell you because it never came up,” she shrugged.

“Well, if you don’t bring it up…..” Catherine shrugged, propping her elbows on the edge of the vanity, “Do we know him?” She wondered out loud, tilting her head with intrigue. 

“Maybe,” Y/n sang teasingly, unable to combat her blush and giddy grin. Thoughts of Keanu always made her feel like a schoolgirl with her first boyfriend. It always started with a gentle flutter in her stomach, blooming further in her chest, spreading a welcome warmth throughout her body. The kind of feeling that made her want to sigh contentedly with an airy grin plastered on her face. Eventually, still smiling girlishly, Y/n chucked the crop top back among the other pieces of clothing, shaking the cream blouse off it’s hanger before pulling it over her head.

“Oh my gosh!” Jillian cackled wildly, “It’s Keanu!” She slapped Y/n’s shoulder playfully. Y/n blushed, hard, trying to brush off their excitement as she went to the wall with shelves of shoes, her fingers ghosting a pair of ankle boots before deciding against it. 

Giggling, Y/n eventually slid a simple pair of black suede, flat pumps with straps off the shelf, “It might be,” when she went to sit next to Catherine, she was nudged  in the arm, nearly falling off, “Hey!” Y/n squealed, gently nudging her back.

“I can’t believe you didn’t tell us!” Catherine defended, “You said that you two hadn’t seen each other since Greece. How long have you been dating?”

“I don’t know,” Y/n shook her shoulders, “Like two months? Maybe a little more, we reconnected when he was in New York and I might have gone there two weeks ago,” without thinking much of it, she worked on the straps at the ankles.

Jillian gasped, reclaiming her former seat, “Wait,” she shook her head, the little diamonds of her wedding band shining as she ran her hand through her locks. Jillian had gotten married to Robert, very reluctantly so, shortly after Y/n had met Daniel, at a lavish ceremony in Napa Valley. Y/n knew that it wasn’t something her cousin wouldn’t have chosen for herself, but she’d done it to appease their families, the same way Y/n had kept seeing Daniel. It wasn’t like a part of her didn’t have any feelings for Daniel, she did, maybe if she’d never met Keanu, she could go as far as saying she loved him. But she had, and without doubt, Y/n knew that the connection she had with Keanu was far deeper, he made her feel things that people wrote about in books, she thought about him first thing in the morning and last before she fell asleep. He gave her butterflies and a sense of peace all at one. 

She loved him.

Y/n thought she’d have to tell him some time. 

“You were in Hawaii two weeks ago,” slowly put the pieces together, “You sent me pictures, and….what?”

“I was in Hawaii, and then I was in New York,” Y/n turned to finish her make-up, then ran the paddle brush through her tresses, “Air travel is a wonderful thing,” she teased.

“Don’t be sarcastic,” Jillian grumbled playfully, “We’re not the ones keeping secrets from our best friend and cousin.”

Just as Jillian was going to speak again, the doorbell sounded and Y/n stood abruptly, swiping up the denim jacket from the back of her cousin’s chair, “Would you look at that? Saved by the doorbell.” Both women followed her out of the bedroom and when they broke out of the hallway downstairs, Jillian flopped onto the sofa while Catherine went to the kitchen for Y/n’s bag. At the door, Y/n pulled on the barn handle, already knowing who stood on the other side of the heavy, oak, pivot door. 

At the sight of her, his face lit up and Y/n was graced with one of his charming grins. His longish hair was tousled from removing his helmet and since filming had finished, Keanu had  started letting his beard grow out a bit, the flecks of grey made more evident by the added length. That night, he’d dressed more or less the way he usually did in a leather riding jacket with a t-shirt inside with jeans and boots. Whistling lowly, Keanu drank her in, “You look…..”

“I look….?” Y/n easily submitted to his arms, looping her own around his neck, leaning into his chest just before he lifted her off the floor to kiss her in greeting. Giggling quietly against his lips, she kicked her feet a bit, while reveling in the sensation of his longer-than-usual scruff against her skin. 

Keanu set her down eventually, playfully squeezing her ass before letting his hands slid up to her waist, “Absolutely gorgeous,” he finished. Keanu was really every woman’s dream, Y/n thought; ruggedly handsome, sweet and caring, fantastic in bed and always knew what to say to make your heart flutter. 

Y/n’s cheeks and the tips of her ears took on a pink hue as she pulled him inside, “You don’t look so bad yourself,” as they stumbled towards the living room, he caught her waist again, his lips trying to reach her neck. Though, because of their obvious height difference and the fact that she wasn’t wearing heels, it was hard, even worse considering that they were still walking and in the end, Y/n and Keanu tripped clumsily as they entered the room, both a giggling mess. “Look at what you made us do!” Y/n accused lightly, grabbing the back of the sectional to steady them.

“Me?” Keanu laughed, reeling her back in, “It’s not my fault you’re so tiny. My tiny lady,” he growled his last words, circling Y/n’s waist, bending lower so he could actually reach her neck. Throwing her head back, she laughed wildly, one hand tangling in Keanu’s hair while the other stayed on his forearm.

“You do know where still here right?” Jillian's words had the couple breaking apart, their laughter settling and Keanu’s hands going to grip Y/n’s shoulder.

“Of course we did,” Y/n nodded, trying, and failing, to look serious. Just then, Catherine reentered, handing Y/n her little handbag, “Ke, you remember my cousin, Jill and my friend Cath.”

“I do,” he nodded stiffly, “Hi ladies,” Keanu waved quickly, his hand low.

“Hi,” Jillian and Catherine responded in unison. For a moment more, the four of them stood there, awkwardly, that was, until Y/n announced that she and Keanu would be leaving. They were already walking off when Jillian called after them, teasingly, “You kids don’t get into too much trouble!”

The night market in West Hollywood was crowded, as expected. In all directions, there were people brushing past them as they strolled through the area, looking on at booths selling everything from food to souvenirs. Along the way, Keanu had bought her a couple mementos and they’d tried finger food here and there. Eventually though, as the night wore on, after Y/n started saying that her feet hurt, they ducked into a small, heavily populated restaurant, claiming an empty table at the back, surrounded by chatter and music from outside. Keanu pulled his chair as close to Y/n’s as he could, draping his arm over her shoulders. 

Y/n’s head was pressed into his side and they had already been served with drinks and a platter of appetizers, “You know,” Y/n mused, guiding a steamed dumpling to Keanu’s lips, giggling quietly when he tried to bite her fingers, “This is kind of like when we first hung out in Greece, except now….”

“I get to do this,” Keanu turned his head, catching Y/n’s lips in a deep kiss, only pulling away after a series of light pecks, “Whenever I want.”

Humming in agreement, Y/n shifted, hooking her left leg over his right one and trying to sink further into him. Keanu’s free hand slid up her thigh, feeling the smooth material of her leggings beneath the warmth of his palm, letting it linger right where his fingers could brush her sex. Leaning in Y/n kissed Keanu again, though that time, their lips locked for longer, one of her hands gripping his firm bicep while the other cupped his cheek. When his index rubbed tentatively on her clothed folds, Y/n moaned into Keanu’s mouth, letting the hand on his cheek fall to his crotch in retaliation. “We’re in public,” she breathed when they broke for air, still nose to nose.

“I know,” he smirked, pecking her once more, “Isn’t hot?” He chuckled.

It was. Y/n had never done anything that risky, and the thought of fooling around without people even realizing was more arousing than she expected it to be, but it wasn’t like she wanted to get in trouble, “It is,” she smiled shyly, “But what if we get caught?”

Keanu had started trailing kisses along her jaw by then, his arm draped around the back of Y/n’s chair moving to sneak up the hem of her blouse, his fingers working her in a circular motion through her pants more encouragingly by then. In turn, Y/n massaged him absently through his jeans, using his shoulder to steady herself. “We’ll just have to be quiet,” he whispered, his breath hot on her ear, “Relax babygirl, no one’s even paying attention to us.”

Y/n just whimpered softly, her breathing quickening, “Keanu,” it was louder than either of them expected it to be as Y/n tried to meet his lips again.

“Shh,” he encouraged, complying with her unspoken request, “Remember baby; quiet.” Arousal continuously pooled at her heated center and Y/n had started to subtly grind on Keanu’s fingers, becoming even more excited when she could readily feel his hardness pressing against the zipper of his jeans. His fingers sent sparks up her back as he ghosted her spine.

Emboldened, Y/n single-handedly undid Keanu’s pants, using her body to block out prying eyes as she dipped her hands down his boxers, smiling when he hissed at the coldness of her rings. Her thumb fought to spread a bead of precum that had already gathered at his head. The friction of her panties added to his ministrations quickly had Y/n becoming a moaning mess. Their food and drinks sat forgotten on the table and though neither of them had realized it, Y/n and Keanu had started to receive questioning glares and comparisons to handsy teenagers. 

“Come on,” Keanu urged Y/n’s hand out his pants, encouraging her to stand first. Their chairs scraped loudly on the terrazzo as they stood, and with his hands on her hips and his undone pants hidden by Y/n’s back pressed to his front, Keanu guided her to the corridor where the bathrooms were. After a cautionary look around, they dashed into the ladies room, headed for the last stall.

The swinging door banged loudly as Y/n shoved it closed, subsequently locking it. Immediately, she turned, a wide grin plastered on her face as she pulled Keanu in by the collar of his jacket. Simultaneously Keanu shoved down her pants and lacy underwear, only managing to fully disrobe her right leg, her shoe slipping off carelessly. His own pants and underwear were a close second, though, they only managed to reach his knees before he was hoisting Y/n up in his arms.

Her bare leg went around his waist, the other hanging limply. “You ready for me?” Already, Keanu was lining himself up with Y/n’s soaked entrance, his tip brushing her slickness. 

“Uh-huh,” she breathed, nodding vigorously. When Keanu pushed into her, Y/n moaned so loud that it might have been heard outside of the small bathroom. Without moving, Keanu lingered inside of her for a moment, breathing obscenities into her ear, adoring the way her wet, tight warmth always cocooned him perfectly, no matter many times he’d had her. 

“Move,” Y/n whined, “Please move.” With a throaty grunt, Keanu obliged, stirring up an onslaught of rough thrusts. One of his hands remained to steady Y/n’s hip while the other slid up under her top, by passing her bra and interchanging between groping her breast and pinching her nipple. “Fuck,” Y/n groaned sneaking between them to rub her cilt, her fingers applying pleasurable pressure to her mound.

Keanu’s breathing was heavy and audible as he pumped and out of her, his balls loudly slapping her core with each movement. Behind Y/n, their harsh pace had the old wooden stall door creaking, and the only things keeping them from being totally discovered was the live music wafting through the small, faulty crank window hung high on the discolored wall. The yellow light from the lone bulb was dim, casting their shadows on each other's bodies.  He could barely see Y/n like that, his looming shadow darkening her features, but Keanu had long committed her to memory and the combination of her sounds and merely the way she felt; the way she clung to him for dear life, and even more so, the way her tight cunt felt around his throbbing cock, was more than enough to keep him enticed.

As always, Keanu easily reached her deepest points of pleasure with each roll of his hips and Y/n could feel the coil in the lowest pit of her stomach tightening, nearly ready to burst. The bundle of nerves being worked by her fingers was swollen and throbbing and the feeling of his length buried inside her; each bump and vein rough against her walls was unmatched. “Ke, I’m close,” her divulgence was a pleading whine.

Keanu’s forehead was pressed to hers, his jaw clenched, his lower half doing most of the work, “I know,” he grunted, already feeling her stiffen around him, “Me too.”

It wasn’t long before the tightly wound coil was snapping and Y/n was moaning loudly, throwing her head back as she shut her eyes, fireworks dancing along her lids as waves of pleasure coursed through her body. Y/n’s walls clenched around Keanu’s member, squeezing tightly as he rigidly rode out her orgasm, coming into his own. The bucking of his hips faltered as Keanu spilled his creamy load into her and he buried his face in her neck, sucking down on Y/n’s pulse point to silence himself, her hair falling like a silky curtain over his face. 

When Keanu eventually pulled out, Y/n winced at the new hollowness between her thighs. Leaning on the door as he set her down, her knees felt like jelly; wobbly and boneless, barely able to support her weight. Likewise, Keanu planted his arms above Y/n’s head, looking down at her as he leaned forward. It took awhile for them to collect their bearings, but just before they moved to clean themselves up, Y/n laughed breathily, “What?” Keanu cocked a curious brow.

“Nothing,” Y/n giggled giddily, “It’s just, our entire relationship was formed from sex, and now I’m in love with you.”

Keanu chuckled too. He’d been waiting over two weeks to see if she’d say it again; not wanting to overstep by seemingly saying it first but also not wanting to ask Y/n if she remembered her drowsy admission in New York.  Still though, even as Y/n spilled her thoughts at the most inopportune moment; right after a quickie in a sub par bathroom, Keanu found that he was pleasantly surprised. It was hardly the moment anyone pictured exchanging ‘I love yous’, but somehow, despite that, it was perfect, it seemed right.  “Well,” Keanu’s hand settled low at Y/n’s back and as he bent to kiss her, she arched so their lips would meet, “I’m in love with you too,” he admitted when they pulled away.

“Good,” Y/n tossed her arms around Keanu’s neck, standing on her toes, “Because otherwise I’d be really offended.”

“I wouldn’t want to cause any kind of offense, now would I?” Keanu’s tone was low and teasing, gathering Y/n up in his arms again. Through, loud and sudden banging on the stall door followed by threats to call security had the two stifling giggles and Y/n apologizing and promising that they were heading out right then. 

Hurriedly, they cleaned themselves up and before long, Y/n and Keanu had made their way out to the main room again, only to clear the check and head out, hoping that they were as discreet as possible.

In retrospect, it might have been their favor to be far more discreet, for just as Y/n and Keanu sped away on his bike, snaps shot by prying eyes were being circulated on most platforms, being sold to the media, making the rounds, all the way back to a certain mother in Beverly Hills. 

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BTS DRABBLE

eAnon Request: A day of everyday family life with BTS, their kids, and you. 

Tags: BTS, BTS Drabble, Bangtan Boys, Husband Au, Father Au, Kim Seokjin x you,  Min Yoongi x you, Jung Hoseok x you, Kim Namjoon x you, Park Jimin x you, Kim Taehyung x you, Jeon Jungkook x you

Genre: Fluff

Title: A Day in the Life

KIM SEOKJIN

7:30 AM

“Okay, girls, please.” You said, exasperation lacing your tone, as you held out your daughter’s bags to them, where they were giggling and messing around with each other beside the door. “Backpacks on.” 

Your older daughter, Hyo, sighed heavily, dragging her younger sister with her to put on the bags held in your outstretched hands. 

“Jagi. I can’t find the keys to the studio....” Jin walked into the room, adjusting his jacket as he looked around the room for the missing keys. 

“They’re right here.” You held out the keys to him, as you adjusted the ponytail on top of Mishil’s head with your other hand. 

“Ah. What would I do without you?” Jin grinned, snatching the key ring from your hand and pressing a kiss to your upturned cheek, before he turned to the two girls, standing and ready beside the front door. “Ready, princesses?” 

“Ready daddy!” Mishil, the younger, chirped out, holding out her hand for her father to take as they prepared to exit the apartment. 

“Jin, please make sure Hyo remembers their lunch money! And girls, I’ll be there to pick you up after school, so wait out front, okay?” You called out after the trio, as Jin waved a hand in acknowledgment, disappearing down the steps and out of sight, his daughters clinging to each of his hands. 

Sighing, you slung your bag over your shoulder and after one last check of the apartment, locked the door behind you before heading to work. 

1:00 PM

Sitting down at a table outside under the shade, you pulled the sandwich you had bought from the cafeteria out and began to unwrap it, as your phone began to ring. 

Pulling it out of your scrubs pocket, you slid the notification bar and Jin’s face appeared on the screen, a large grin on his plush lips as you came into view. “Hey, jagi! Late lunch break today?” 

You sighed wearily, taking a bite of your sandwich, watching as Jin set the phone down beside him on the practice room floor and started to stretch in preparation for dance practice. “Yeah, difficult patients.” You took another bite, and then asked around the food, “Were the girls okay at drop off this morning?” 

“Yeah, they were good.” JIn replied, swatting at JK, who had suddenly appeared to fill up the window of the phone screen as he waved at you. 

“Hi, Kook.” You laughed, waving back at him, as your husband managed to shove him out of the way with a harried sigh. 

“Anyway.” He pushed dark bangs off of his forehead. ‘Mishil’s teacher said to remind you about parent conferences next week.” 

You opened your mouth to respond, glad she had reminded Jin, because you would’ve forgotten otherwise, when one of the other nurses, the only close friend you had at the hospital, plopped down across from you at the table, not looking up from her sandwich as she asked in amusement, “Is that Jin?” 

You nodded and she called out from across the table, ‘Hey, handsome.” 

“Hi, Jillian.” Jin responded, loud enough for her to hear, shooting you a grin. 

“Will you be home for dinner?” You asked, resuming the munching of your sandwich. 

“Should be. It’s a light day today.” Jin said, interrupted in his thought by someone calling his name. “Hey, I have to go. We’re getting started.” He winked at you. “See you tonight, yeah? Love you!” 

7:00 PM

“Hyo! Please, stop bothering your younger sister and come set the table.” You called out, finishing the pot of Kimchi stew that was heating on the stove. 

Your older daughter appeared, grumbling slightly under her breath, but with a sharp stare from you, she set the table with little to no comment. 

“Mommy, when will daddy be back?” Mishil entered the kitchen, favorite doll clutched in her arms. 

As if her question had signaled him, Jin walked through the door in that moment, causing screeches from his daughters as they ran to throw themselves in his arms. He laughed, swinging them around. “My girls! How was school?” 

You glanced up from your stirring to say sternly, “You can ask about their day when they’ve washed up. Get going you two.” 

The girls released their father reluctantly and left the room to wash. Jin crossed the kitchen to you, his arms going around your waist, pressing a kiss to the crook of your neck as he said softly, a smile on his lips, “Hey, beautiful.” 

“Hello, handsome.” You turned in his arms to press a quick kiss to his lips, but sighed when you heard something shatter and the girls start to fight in the bathroom. “Is it bedtime yet?” You groaned, rubbing your temples. 

Jin laughed and after another quick kiss said, “I’ll go check on them.” He turned to disappear down the hall, but not before pointing at you teasingly and saying playfully, “We’ll continue this conversation later.” 

“I’m sure we will.” You smirked, turning back to finish dinner. 

MIN YOONGI

6:00 AM

“Holly, slow down!” You called to the small miniature poodle, dragging at the end of his leash, probably having caught sight of the cat that lived across the street again.  

Glancing down at your chest, you pulled back the corner of the blanket, making sure the baby bundled inside of the carrier was still asleep, hoping you hadn’t woken her up with your yell at the dog. Luckily, she was still out, eyes scrunched closed, dark hair fluffy against her forehead, tiny finger in her mouth, lips making sucking motions. 

Letting out a sigh, you breathed in the cool morning air and continued your brisk morning walk, Holly now trailing happily in front of you on the leash, no longer dragging you along. 

Yoongi was always up and gone around 5 AM every morning, in a hurry to get to the studio for the day to work on his own things before the others came in and needed his attention. Jag-Eun was much like her father, in that she woke up faithfully, every day, soon after he left, to eat and then was much too wide awake to even think about going back to sleep. 

So this had become your routine. Yoongi would kiss you goodbye, you would lay in bed until you heard your daughter stir, and then you would get up, feed her, get you both ready, and take Holly out for a long walk. You liked the crisp, quiet feel of the morning air, the fact that Seoul was always bustling, but at this time in the morning, it grew silent and almost deserted. 

The baby stirred slightly against your chest, and then quieted once again, and one of your hands came up to rub gently across her head of dark, thick hair, a trait she had definitely inherited from her father. 

Holly pulled you down another path, leading to the park,and you happily obliged, enjoying the quiet morning, alone, in the chilly Seoul air. 

11:00 AM

Walking into BigHIt you were greeted by several receptionists and staff, some of them stopping to coo over Jag-Eun, bright eyed and awake, looking at the world through wide eyes from where she laid in her stroller. 

“Hey, Hobi!” You waved to the other rapper, who sat in his studio, door open, as you passed on the way to Yoongi’s Genius Lab. 

He offered you a bright smile and an enthusiastic wave as you passed, calling out, “Hey, when dad is done with that munchkin, I want to see her!” 

Punching in the keycode on the door of the studio, you pushed through into the dimly lit room beyond, maneuvering the stroller through the narrow door as you called out, “Hey, Yoongs. Sorry we’re late.” 

“I was worried about you.” Yoongi stood up from his computer when you entered, dropping the headphones off his ears as he crossed the room and put an arm around your waist, pressing his lips against your cheek in a kiss as he asked, “Everything okay?” 

“Yeah!” You exclaimed, sorry you had made him worried. You leaned down to unbuckle the baby from her seat, handing her to her father as you began to pull the lunch boxes you had packed out from underneath the stroller. “Your daughter just decided to ruin her outfit with a well timed puke right before we left the apartment.” 

“That’s my girl.” Yoongi said teasingly, as you shot him a playful glare, cooing at the baby in his arms. He rubbed a finger under her chin, and she gave him a gummy smile, babbling back at him as she watched him with large, dark eyes. 

Setting out the lunches on the table beside the futon, Yoongi sat beside you, your daughter in his arms, as you began to dish up the food. You glanced over at him from the corner of your eye, watching as he pulled faces at the baby and rubbed his palm across her small head, feeling her soft baby hair beneath his fingers. Smiling, you turned back to the food and asked, “Have you gotten a lot done?” 

Yoongi sighed, taking the offered plate of food from you, lying Jag-Eun down on his lap, stretched out across his thighs, the finger of his free hand still clenched tightly in her chubby fist. “Not as much as I would like. The new choreo has kept us pretty busy.” He glanced at you regretfully. “I’ll probably be home late.” 

“It’s all right.” You leaned over, giving the baby one of your fingers, as you kissed the side of his mouth softly, offering him an understanding smile. “We’ll be just fine until you get back.” 

10:30 PM

The door opened, and Yoongi walked into the apartment, black backpack slung over one shoulder, beanie pulled low on his forehead, tiredness evident in the lines around his eyes and mouth. 

“Hi.” You said softly, looking up from feeding the baby, who had just begun to fall asleep against your chest, tiny mouth still moving, but less productive than before. 

“Hey.” Yoongi slung his backpack onto the floor and came to sit beside you on the couch, throwing his arm along the back as he leaned forward, moving the blanket slightly aside to see his daughter’s face. “She needed a late night snack, eh?” 

“Can you blame her? I’d kill for some ice cream right now.” You laughed softly, reaching up with your free hand to brush some stray dark bangs back from his forehead, his skin still chill from the outside. 

“I’d kill for some scotch right now.” Yoongi replied back dryly, leaning his head back against the couch, closing his eyes. 

“Well.” You unlatched the baby from your breast, wrapping her more securely in her blanket, before handing her to Yoongi, fast asleep. You winked at him. “If you put her to bed, I’ll run to the corner store and get both those things.” 

“Shit, I love you.” Yoongi said, as you laughed, before he pressed a lingering kiss to your lips. 

JUNG HOSEOK

7:00 AM

“Hobi, can you find Korain’s stuffy for show and tell please?” You called out loudly down the hallway, struggling with Kyong, as he tried to slip from your hands before you had finished slicking down his hair. 

“Which one?” You heard your husband call back from the boys’ room. He appeared in the doorway, holding out two stuffed animals for you to see. “The lizard or the bear?” 

“Neither, it’s the....” You paused in talking to him, to say in exasperation to your son, still fighting your efforts to make him look presentable, “Kyong. Seriously. Hold still! Do you want to make it look like mommy doesn’t care?” Sighing, you glanced back to Hobi, still standing in the doorway, waiting for your instruction. “He wants to take the alligator.” 

Hobi ducked out of sight, and Korain ran in from the kitchen, just as you finished his brother’s hair, yelling loudly, “I finished my cereal!” 

“Good.” You grabbed him, sliding his arms into his jacket, as you motioned to the other twin’s shoes, lying beside the door. “Kyong, put on your shoes. Korain.” You finished putting his jacket on, patting his bum in the direction of the door. “Put on your shoes too, please. I don’t want to be late.” 

“Okay, one alligator.” Hobi reappeared, handing the stuffed animal to his son as he ran a hand through his thick hair, looking at you as he asked, “We ready then?” 

“I think so.” You grabbed the keys and your briefcase, turning to the twins, who stood beside the door, mostly looking presentable. And then you noticed their socks, peeking out from beneath tied sneakers. “Hobi. Did you let them wear mismatched socks?” You asked, shooting him a slight glare as he pulled open the door. 

“Yeah, it’s more fun.” Your husband shrugged, before following his sons out the door. 

Rolling your eyes, you shut the door and followed them out. 

2:00 PM

Finished with another client, you shut the door to your private office and pulled your lunch from the fridge, sitting down behind your desk with a tired sight. 

You broke out the leftovers, shoveling them into your mouth with chopsticks, and your eyes fell on the pictures that covered the surface of your desk-pictures of the boys and Hobi and you all together. 

Some days, those pictures were the only thing that kept you from running out of here screaming. 

You heard your phone chime and you pulled it out from your drawer, where it had been charging. Smile lighting up your face at the name on the notification, you swiped it open and quickly read over the text from your husband. 

Hobi: Hey gorgeous. Hope work is going well. I’ll pick the boys up from daycare today. I’ll be home early. We’ll see you there. I love you. <3

Still smiling, you slid your phone back into the drawer, put your food away, and prepared for your next client. 

8:00 PM

“Hey guys.” You called out, walking through the door into the apartment, the smell of food hitting your nose instantly and making your stomach grumble loudly. 

“Mommy! Mama!” The twins barelled out of the their room and down the hallway, wrapping arms around your legs and almost making you trip as you laughed and caught yourself against the edge of the counter. 

“Hi, babies. How was school?” You crouched down, kissing each of their heads, as they chattered over one another to tell you about their day. 

“I painted a picture of us!” Kyong said proudly, pointing to the picture, now hanging on the fridge. 

“Wow.” You glanced over at the picture, as Hobi entered the room, carrying a dish of something to the table. 

He offered you a wink, but didn’t interrupt the boys as Korain said, “I showed my alligator. But some people thought it was a crocodile. How dumb can you get?” 

“Oh.” You held back a laugh, and Hobi shot you an amused glance as you said, “That’s not very nice to say, son, but, you know, you could take this opportunity to teach the people that don’t know about alligators. Wouldn’t that be cool?” 

The boy thought for a moment and then nodded, as Hobi said loudly, “Okay, you two. Come sit down. Time to eat.” 

With whoops and hollers, the twins moved to the table, and you stood, as Hobi came over to you, arms going around your waist, lips placing a kiss on the top of your head, as he whispered, “But I mean. Really. How dumb can you get?” 

You laughed, hiding your mouth behind your hand, as you glanced up at him, kissing him quickly, as you muttered back, “Did you teach him that?” 

“I swear, I did not.” Your husband held up his hands, palm out, in an innocent gesture, a slight smile pulling at his lips. “However, who doesn’t know the difference between an alligator and a crocodile?” 

You laughed again, slapping his chest playfully, and then headed to the table to eat. 

KIM NAMJOON

8:00 AM

“And jagi, you promise you’ll text me after the doctor’s appointment?” Your husband asked once again, for the third time that morning, slinging his bag over his shoulder as he regarded you with worry. 

“Joon.” You laughed, slightly exasperated, but not able to be mad at him. Crossing the room, you wrapped your arms around his waist, looking up at him in amusement as you said, “I promise I will call you when we’re done. Okay?” 

“Okay.” He sighed, leaning down to kiss your forehead, before he pulled on his baseball cap, reaching for the doorknob behind him. 

“Daddy go to work?” Moon-soo appeared, blocks held in both chubby fists, still dressed in his favorite train covered pajamas. 

“Yeah, son, daddy has to go to work.” Joon crouched down, beckoning for the little boy to come to him, and when he obliged, he wrapped him in his arms, burying his nose in his son’s dark hair for a moment before he said, “You take good care of mommy and baby sissy while I’m gone, okay? And then I’ll be back to play with you tonight before bed.” 

Moon-soo nodded, and when released, ran back to the other room, resuming the train track he had been bulding with blocks across the room. 

“Okay.” Joon said again, straightening up. “I have to go.” 

“I’ll call you.” You said, leaning up to kiss him quickly. 

“I know.” He said, before bending down, putting his lips against your swollen belly, leaving a kiss there as he said quietly, “Be good today, baby girl.” 

12:30 PM

“All right, are we ready to see this baby, Mr. Moon-soo?” Your doctor asked, smiling at the toddler, who was perched in one of the chairs beside the exam table, favorite toys spread out around him. 

“Yes!” He yelled, clapping his hands excitedly. 

“Okay. Look right here then.” The doctor put the wand on your bare belly and moved it around briefly, before a clear picture of your baby girl appeared on the screen, and a loud, steady heartbeat filled the room. “Ah. There she is. See? There’s her nose, and her mouth...” 

Moon-Soo approached the table and looked at what the doctor was showing him, his eyes wide with wonder as he looked at his baby sister on the screen. 

“See, Moon? She looks like you and daddy already.” You said, a smile on your face, as the baby kicked in your stomach reflexively against the press of the ultrasound wand. 

“All looks perfect.” The doctor told you, printing off the ultrasound images and handing them to your eager son. “Now, lets find young Mr. Moon-soo a sucker.” 

Phone to your ear, you buckled Moon-Soo, happily sucking on his candy, into his carseat, as Joon’s voice sounded after a few rings on the other end of the phone. 

“Jagi. You’re done?” 

“Yeah.” You snapped the last buckle into place and shut the door, sliding into the driver’s side as you started the car. “The doctor said everything looks perfect. Baby girl is right on track. And we got some cool pictures to show you, didn’t we Moon?” 

You asked over your shoulder, and the little boy nodded, taking the sucker out of his mouth as he yelled out for his father to hear through the phone, “Daddy! Mommy says the baby looks like me and you!” 

Laughing, you pulled out of the parking lot, putting the phone back to your ear. “Everything was good, Joon.”

“Good.” He sighed on the other end of the phone. “I’m glad to hear it. I’ll see you guys tonight. I can’t wait to see the pictures.” 

7:30 PM

“Moon, please eat your noodles and don’t play with them.” You said sternly, pointing to the boy held captive in his high chair, smashing his noodles onto the tray happily. 

Glancing over your shoulder as the door opened, You smiled at Joon, who dropped his bag on the floor and crossed the room to kiss his son on the head. “Welcome home.” 

“Thanks, jagi.” Joon snuck his hands around your waist, palms resting on the hill of your stomach, the baby kicking heavily in response to his touch on your skin. 

“She’s happy you’re home too.” You looked at him over your shoulder, shooting him a grin, and he kissed the crook of your neck, his hands still on your stomach, feeling the baby kick against his palms. 

“Me too,” He sighed, and then offered you tired smile, Turning to Moon-Soo, he said, “Now. Let’s see the pictures of baby sister, yeah?” 

PARK JIMIN

6:30 AM

The day started out like every other day since you had found out you were pregnant five months ago. 

Bent over the toilet, first thing in the morning, puking your guts out. 

“Hey baby, you okay?” You heard Jimin’s soft voice above the sound of your own sickness, and then felt his hand on the small of your back, rubbing soothingly. 

Straightening up, feeling like you were done, you flushed the toilet and wiped your mouth, pushing sweaty hair out of your eyes as you met his concerned gaze. “It’s the same thing, every morning. You think I’d be used to it by now.” You complained, pushing yourself up from the floor and moving to the sink to wash your hands. 

“Yeah, well, this baby’s giving us a run for our money already.” Jimin remarked, amusement in his tone, as he rubbed a hand across your back, pressing a kiss to your cheek as he passed you. 

“I was never this sick with Yun Hee.” You said, pulling on your robe over your pajamas and following Jimin out of the bathroom. 

“I know. Sorry, baby.” He said, remorsefully, as you both entered the kitchen, to see your almost two year old daughter already in her high chair, happily eating a bowl of yogurt. 

“You fed Yun Hee? Thanks, Chim.” You said, sitting down beside the baby at the table, reaching out to wipe a clump of yogurt from the corner of her mouth as she grinned toothily at you. 

“I’m just sorry I can’t do more.” Jimin said, putting his dishes in the sink, as he reached for his bag, already having put on his sneakers and coat. “And I’m sorry I have to be at work so much when you don’t feel well.” 

You waved a hand at him and offered him a smile. “Please. I knew what this was when I signed up. We’ll be fine.” You motioned to Yun Hee and then to yourself and then to your growing belly. “Us Park girls are tough.” 

“I know.” He smiled, full lips soft, and then with one more kiss, he was gone. 

2:00 PM

“Yun Hee, you can’t play with that.” You scolded, taking the bottle of cleaner that your daughter had picked up from the cart away. “Here, have this.” You handed her a sucker you had found in your purse. 

Pushing the cart down the grocery store aisles, you gathered up the rest of what you needed and headed to the checkout line, thankful that the sucker seemed to be keeping your rambunctious toddler busy for the moment. 

“Hello.” The cashier said, offering you a smile, as she began to ring up your purchases. 

“Hi.” You replied back politely, tired after wrestling with Yun Hee all shopping trip, and damn, your back was killing you. 

“How old?” The older woman asked, motioning to your daughter witha  smile. 

“Oh.” You paused in setting up the groceries, not really wanting to make small talk, but not wanting to be rude. “She’s eighteen months.” You ran a hand over your daughter’s unruly pigtails, trying to smooth her bangs back from her face. 

“And another on the way? My, you’ll be busy.” The woman commented, motioning to the slight swell of your belly that could be seen beneath your buttoned coat. 

“Yeah, another girl.” You laughed slightly, ready to be back home. Yun Hee’s sucker was almost gone and you didn’t want her to have a tantrum in the store. 

“How does your husband feel about that?” The woman asked, clearly not trying to be malicious, making conversation, as she ran your card. 

“He’s thrilled. His girls are his world.” You said, taking the offered receipt, and bidding her goodbye before she could ask anything else. 

You loaded the groceries and managed to get Yun Hee into the car before she finished her sucker. 

7:00 PM

“And then, the little cow went home to his mommy.” You said, turning the final page in the book, Yun Hee contently sucking on her fingers from her seat in your lap. 

“Hey, baby, hey princess.” You heard the door open and Jimin’s voice filled the room. 

“Dada!” Yun Hee vaulted up from her spot on the floor and toddled quickly to her father, who picked her up and spun her around, making her giggle wildly from her spot in his arms. 

“My little lotus blossom!” Jimin exclaimed, making you smile, as he nuzzled his nose into the side of her neck. “How are you? I missed you!” 

Pushing yourself up from the floor, you began to set the table for dinner, as Jimin released the squirming Yun Hee from his grasp. Crossing the room, he rested his chin on your shoulder and put his arms around your waist. “Mmm. It’s good to be home.” 

“Chim, you smell.” You complained through laughter, trying to wriggle away from him, his clothes damp against your back, making you wrinkle your nose. 

“Yeah, I need a shower.” He said, grip tightening on you, lips going to your ear. “Wanna join me after Yun Hee’s in bed?” 

You laughed again, swatting him away from your so you could finish setting the table. “All right. But no funny business.” You warned him, pointing a finger at him. 

He held up his hands in innocence and offered you a smirk. “I would never.” 

KIM TAEHYUNG

7:45 AM

Your daughter slid open the back door of the car, grabbing her backpack from the seat beside her, as she called out over her shoulder, already halfway out, “Thanks, mom! See you tonight!” 

Rolling down your window you called out after her retreating form, “Ara! Remember that your dad is coming for parent career day, okay?” 

Waving to let you know she had heard you, she disappeared into the elementary school. 

Sighing, you pulled out of the drop off line and headed toward the freeway, hoping that you wouldn’t be late to work because of the unpredictable traffic that usually prevailed in Seoul. 

Dialing your husband’s number, you waited, the rings loud over the speaker of the car, until you heard his voice on the other end. “Jagi. What’s up?” 

“Kim Taehyung.” You said, without explanation, craning your head to see if you could merge. 

“Kim (F/N).” Tae said back, slight amusement in his tone, voice low against the sounds of the bustling studio behind him. 

“You remember what today is right?” You asked, finally getting onto the street you wanted. 

“Of course I remember what today is.” Tae scoffed on the other end of the phone, before saying jokingly, “It’s your turn to bathe Yeontan, right?” 

“Shut up.” You wished you could see him, so you could stick your tongue out at him. “Now tell me you really know what today is.” 

“Yes, jagi, I know what today is.” He laughed. “I’ll be at Ara’s school at 11 AM sharp. And I won’t embarrass her. Or you.” 

“Good.” You laughed too, and then bid him farewell as you pulled into your office. 

1:00 PM

Your phone buzzed against the surface of your desk, and you set down the bowl of soup you had been blowing on, reaching for the cellphone, and picking up, putting it to your ear as you asked, smile on your lips, “Hey, babe. So how’d it go?” 

“I was a hit, obviously.” You could hear the car start in the background behind Tae’s voice. “I mean, I blew all those other parents out of the water.” 

“I have no doubt.” You grinned to yourself, shuffling through some paperwork. 

“I mean, international superstar? And your dad’s a janitor? I mean, nothing wrong with that, of course, but I was the coolest.” Your husband’s voice was full of pride, as you laughed at his response. “Anyway. How’s the office?” 

“Oh, you know. Angry people who think I should take their cases for free, trying to prove murders, the usual.” You said, only halfway joking. “I mean, I can’t believe Ara wanted you, a rockstar, to talk to her class over me, her mom, a famous criminal lawyer.” 

“Keep at it, jagi. You’ll get to my level someday.” 

8:30 PM

“And then, dad showed us some of the fancy footwork they do on stage and Maryanne and Ki thought it was AWESOME.” Your daughter gushed, as she sat at the table doing her homework. 

‘Well, your dad is pretty cool.” You offered, pulling your apron over your head so that you wouldn’t dirty your clothes while cooking. 

“The coolest.” Your daughter sighed, turning back to her workbook. 

“Hey all.” Tae walked through the door of the apartment, crossing to place a kiss on top of your daughter’s head before he ruffled her hair and asked, “How was the rest of school, squirt?” 

“No one could stop talking about you and how cool you were, dad!” Your daughter said excitedly, once again distracted from her homework. 

Tae chuckled, coming into the kitchen to give you a kiss in greeting before he leaned on the counter beside you, one brow raised, as he said smugly, “See? Told you I was cool.” 

“That’s a matter of perspective.” You said, swatting him with your spatula, as you moved past him to grab a bowl from the cupboard. 

He grabbed you on your way back to the stove, arms snaking around your waist and pulling you against him, as he asked softly in your ear, playfully, “Are you jealous, Mrs. Kim?” 

“Please.” You scoffed, trying to wiggle from his hold. “Do you know how many criminals I put away just today?” 

“Oh, it’s so hot when you talk like that.” He groaned, halfway teasing, finally releasing you as you hit him with the spatula again. 

“I’m serious.” You said, pointing at him sternly with the kitchen gadget before you resumed stirring. 

“So am I.” He murmured into your ear on passing, his hand trailing across your waist as he left. “I’ll show you just how serious later tonight.” 

JEON JUNGKOOK

5:30 AM

“Okay, jagi.” Your husband’s voice was low in the darkness of the bedroom, and you sat up at his words, holding out your arms expectantly. “He’s been changed and he’s ready to eat.” 

“Thanks, Kook.” You yawned, the small bundle of your young son held against your chest. “You headed out now?” 

“Yeah.” He sat down on the edge of the bed, the matress dipping beneath his weight, as he slipped on his sneakers. “I’m gonna hit the gym before I Head to the studio.” 

“Okay, be safe.” You said, slightly distracted, as you tried to get your son to latch and eat at your breast in the dim morning light barely starting to peek through the curtains. 

“Always am.” Your husband slipped on his jacket and then leaned over the bed, pressing a kiss against your temple, before he reached out a hand and smoothed down the now contentedly eating baby’s hair. “I love you guys.” 

“We love you too.” You smiled at him sleepily, Daeseok sucking loudly now, and with one last goodbye kiss to your lips, Jungkook left the bedroom. 

11:30 AM

“(F/N) Hey!” You glanced up from adjusting Daeseok in his stroller, to see some of the boys coming toward you down the hallway, Namjoon having called out to you. 

“Hi, boys.” You said, returning their smiles, as you straightened and greeted them with hugs. 

“What’re you guys doing here?” Joon asked, as Hobi and Jimin leaned over the stroller, smiling and talking and offering their fingers to the wide eyed baby inside, dark hair and dark eyes so much like his father’s. 

“Kook forgot his lunch, so we’re just dropping him off something to eat.” You said, grinning at the two boys still fascinated with their younger brother’s baby. “Where is he anyway?” 

“He’s in the practice room still.” Hobi straightened, motioning over his shoulder. 

“Thanks.” You said your goodbyes and headed to the practice room. Upon entering, you saw your husband sitting in the corner, pulling on his sneakers, forehead glistening with sweat. 

“Hey you.” You said, offering him a grin, as he jumped up to meet you. 

“Jagi. Thanks so much.” He said, slightly out of breath still, as he took the offered lunch from you. “How’s the boy?” He set the bag down and looked into the stroller, widening his eyes and mouth and making a comical face at his son as he waited for your answer. 

“He had to get a shot at the doctor. And he was not happy.” You said, wincing as you remembered the young baby’s sad cries. 

“He seems fine now.” Jungkook said, finger held tightly in his son’s small fist. 

“Yeah, well, you’re lucky you weren’t there. You would have cried too.” You teased, winking at him as he stuck his tongue out at you and sat down to eat his lunch. 

6:45 PM

“That’s such a good boy.” You cooed out, smiling down at the baby in the bath, surrounded by barely an inch of warm water, as you scooped another palmful of the warm liquid onto his bare skin. “Daeseok is such a brave boy.” 

“Jagi?” You heard the door open in the front room and Jungkook’s voice call out down the hall. 

“In the bathroom!” You called out as loud as you dared, not wanting to startle the baby held carefully in your hands. 

You poured another warm palmful of water over your son, hearing footsteps sound behind you, and then Kook’s large hands were on your shoulders, his chin resting on top of your head, as he said, looking down at your son, “He’s getting better with his baths, huh?” 

“Yeah, he doesn’t cry nearly as much.” You said, eyes still on the baby, as you gently massaged some shampoo into the mess of dark hair on the top of his head. 

You felt him shift slightly behind you, and then point to the bandaid that was stuck firmly to his son’s upper thigh as he asked, “That where he had his shot?” 

“Mmm hmm.” You nodded, just barely, reaching to drain the water from the tub. “Can you get him a towel?” 

“Yeah.” He released your shoulders, and went to dig through the hall closet, calling out to you as he did so, “Also, I got him a present. For being so brave.” 

“I knew you were worried, even if you didn’t show it.” You said, laughter in your voice, as he reemerged with a towel and you wrapped the damp baby snugly inside. “You’re a complete softie, Jeon Jungkook.” 

You straightened, laughing as he scoffed and looked offended, and took his son from your arms. 

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[blainesebastian]

Just wanted to ask for some CCG head canons -

Would Ashley Butler/Ashley Tisdale approve? Do they get along with her? Is baby Jupiter a fan of CCG? When Priscilla and Lisa meet Austin in 2021 is it obvious at first glance that he’s madly in love? What Elvis screenings does he have her present at? Who is their biggest shipper - Baz or Jillian? Does Baz go around giving himself credit not for kickstarting Austin’s stardom but more importantly because he met the love of his life on set? 😭 Idk if you do this type of thing but figured I’d give it a try

sdflksd no i love this omg thank you for ASKING

so ashley x 2 adore ccg, ashley butler a tiny bit earlier than ashley tisdale. i sense that tisdale would be maybe slightly more protective of austin given his last relationship and might be a bit skeptical at first! but obviously ccg is genuine and won ashley over--especially when she sees how happy ccg makes austin

baby jupiter is a BIG FAN of ccg, i can picture that ccg is very hesitant at first but loves seeing austin with her. once juniper sees her multiple times, she constantly latches onto ccg's shirt

austin's love for ccg is very strong but very subtle, it's in his eyes and in various forms of his touch. not to mention how he talks about ccg. so i feel like it's not 100% obvious when lisa and priscilla meet ccg but moreso after they observe ccg and austin together *u*

she only goes to a select handful, maybe one or two. not that austin doesn't want her there, but that ccg wants austin to share that experience with fans, etc, moreso than her.

JILLIAN lmao while baz runs a close second, ccg's bestie has seen them from the very beginning when they were only sPARKS. so yeah, she takes 1000% credit on that sldkfjls

baz definitely, every so often during interviews, will throw in that little inside joke. and it never fails to make austin laugh or playfully roll his eyes. austin will tease back that baz isn't actually the one that hired ccg but is amused he wants to take credit and more often than not will let him (especially since ccg encourages that)

i absolutely lOVED doing this, feel free to drop in any time anon. thank you! tagging @stylesmendeshearted bc of course

#q and a #ccg

[butlegendsneverdie]

Just You and Me (r.t)

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Pairing: Roger x Reader

Warnings: accidents. death. um. yeah.

A/N: this takes place in the mid 70ish. Yeah. Enjoy.

Roger hate when you worked the overnight shift at the little 24 hour diner you worked at. He especially hated it in your growing state. The night could be a dangerous time, filled with creepy people waiting to jump out and harm you. Roger didn’t like it one bit.

It worries him that you walk home by yourself in the dark abyss of the night. What if you were in trouble and he wasn’t there to protect you, both of you. It was something that weighed constantly on his mind when he laid in the bed at night without you.

But never the less you always showed up wobbling up the stairs just as he was clambering out the door to his own work. It eased his mind when you finally told your boss that you couldn’t do all those night anymore. He didn’t listen, in fact he put you on the night shift indefinitely until you were to take your leave.

“I’m going to go down there and give him a piece of my mind.” Roger’s fist and teeth clenched together once you told him the update in your schedule.

“Rog, it’s fine. It’s just a job, nothing I can’t handle.” You replied placing your hands on top of his.

“You’re pregnant love, you should be resting at taking care of yourself until our little sweet pea arrives. And these shift are wreaking havoc on your body and sleep.” He took two deep breaths, one to calm himself again, one to prepare himself for what he was about to say. He didn’t want to upset you, but he wanted to get the thought out. “Maybe you should quit. Once the baby’s born, I mean. After I’ll be making more money with the release of this album and you won’t need to keep the horrible job.”

“Roger.” You closed your eyes moving away from him, not really wanted to get into this conversation again. “I’m not discussing this again. You know how I feel about that.”

Roger wouldn’t let it go. So the two of you had the discussion again, which lead into another argument. It ended the same way it had the first three times you had talked about it, you slamming the bedroom door in Roger’s face, refusing to talk about it anymore. By this time Roger realized he was late to the studio and had to rush to get there at a decent time.

Oddly Roger was home when it was time for you to leave for work. You still had no words for him, sure your anger had simmered down, but you still had the conversation on your mind. You had slipped out the door without so much as a kiss and replayed the previous conversation on your stroll to the diner around the corner.

He had made some good points. The two of you were already living pretty comfortably excluding what you made at the diner. You hated feeling useless. When Roger muttered that taking care of the children would be a very useful thing is when you had lost it. It was the way he had said it, like that’s all he had expected you to do when your child came. You knew what he meant by the saying but that didn’t mean it still hurt. It would weigh heavily on your shoulders.

You were so in your head that you didn’t hear the approaching car. The vehicle didn’t you either and thought they had hit a small animal as they drove off into the night sky, acting as though nothing had happened.

Roger felt quite guilty about what he had said. He didn’t mean it and what you to get everything you wanted out of life, even if it meant working at that place or maybe somewhere else. He noticed when you had left, but didn’t say anything. He wanted to apologize properly and do this right.

He had decided to pay you a late night visit, knowing that the place would be near empty at the point in the evening. Maybe the two of you could talk again, clearing the air.  

The bell atop the door rang as Roger enter the eatery. A frown graced his features when he noticed you hadn’t greeted him, instead it was a lady named Jillian. The other waitress had greeted him by name and instructed him to sit anywhere and she would be with him shortly.

“Where’s Y/N?” Roger took a seat at the countertop.

“I don’t know. She never showed up for her shift.” Jillian set a table placing to the drummer, giving him utensils and a water. She knew better than to give him a menu, he always ordered the same thing.

“That’s bullshit Jill and you know it.” Tommy the cook in the back shouted, coming into view through the view. “There was an accident out front earlier. I’m pretty sure it was her.”

Roger’s eyes went wide at what he was hearing. So many different thoughts ran through his head as he stood almost frozen in his spot. He could wrap his mind around what had happened. It took him minutes to get his body moving and out the door.

“Hi. My girlfriend was in an accident.” Roger gasped, trying to level his breathing from the brief running activity he had experienced. “She’s pregnant and was on her way to work. And I ..” Roger started panicking, having taken in the gravity of the situation and all of the unknown possibly outcomes.

“Please wait here. I’m going to retrieve their doctor.” The nurse seemed to know exactly who he was talking about. She knew the patient and felt sorry for the man in distress that was in front of her.

Roger was left alone to fear for the worst. It must have been bad if the nurse had to go get the doctor instead of directly taking him to you.

“Hello. You must be the boyfriend of Y/N Y/L/N.” The tall middle aged balding man stated looking at the chart of the patient. Roger nodded following the man back to a room. “I’m sorry. She succumbed to her injuries about an hour ago. We tried to save her the best we could. But in the end we honored her wished to save the baby first.”

Every thought in Roger’s mind stopped. He couldn’t feel anything. There was a numbness that covered his body when the doctor opened the door and you were laying on the table, lifeless.

“No. No. No.” The tears came and the blonde drummer slumped to the ground, not believing what was before his eyes. You couldn’t be gone. The two of you were supposed to have a baby and live a happy life together, maybe even get married one day. You were supposed to go on trips. Have more children. Everything. But none of that would come anytime soon.

“We’re going to have to take the body away soon. You have a couple of minutes.” The doctor left the room.

Getting over his initial shock, Roger stood to face you. A white blood stained sheet had been placed over part of your body, shielding it from him.

“I’m sorry love.” Roger managed to quietly say between the sobs. He should have been there. He shouldn’t have kissed you when he had the chance. He shouldn’t have argued with you. He didn’t know it would have been his last real conversation with you.

Roger was allowed fifteen minutes with her before she was wheeled away from him. Someone had ushered him from the space so they could clean and sterilize it for when an actual live patient needed it.

Roger was about to leave and make the necessary calls to tell people of the deaths of the two most important people to him, when the nurse from before stopped him.

“Sir, don’t you want to meet the baby?” she held onto his arm, effectively stopping him in his tracks. Roger furrowed his brows in confusion, forgetting momentarily what she was referring to. “Your daughter. She survived. She may be tiny, but she sure is a fighter.”

The nurse, whose name he learned was Lydia, brought him to the maternity ward and showed him to where the premature infant was being held. Lydia was right, the little girl was tinier than what she should be. There were a few wires stuck in her petite frame. But she was breathing on her own and everything seemed to be alright.

“She’s doing perfectly, despite being born as early as she was. We’re going to keep her here for observation for the next few days, just to make sure everything is going to remain okay.” The baby’s doctor smiled at Roger. “Would you like to hold her?”

Roger nodded as he was instructed to sanitize his hands and sit the rocker next to his little daughter. Lydia gently picked up and place the little on his arms. An emotion he couldn’t describe filled body and sad smile crept onto his face.

“Does she have a name?”

“Yes.” Roger smiled at the name you and him had picked out, a name Freddie would be happy with. “Marie Duchess Taylor.”

“The Aristocats?” Lydia laughed preparing a bottle for Roger to feed to the babe in his arms.

“One of her mother’s favorites.” Roger accepted the tiny bottle from the lady. She had showed him how to feed and take care of Marie afterwards. Then she left them to be alone for a bit.

“Hi baby.” Roger started once the feeding process was done and Marie had settled down again. “I know I’m not going to best papa, you’re going to have to bear with me here. I have no idea what I’m doing here. Your mum was supposed to be here, going through this with us. She’ll always be with you.” he kissed the top of her little baby head. “It’s going to be just you and me little one. I love you so much Marie.”

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[jamesbarnesappreciationsociety]

James Barnes Family Man Part 1: Isabella Marie

Summary: Discovering love in an unexpected place.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x OFC Jillian

Additional Character: Isabella Marie

Warnings: Extreme fluff

Word Count: 1,322

A/N: The first chapter of “James Barnes Family Man.” It’s my first series! Thanks to @suz-123 for helping me. Any grammatical and punctuation errors were made by yours truly.

COMMENTS ALWAYS WELCOME!!!

Ah, yes Father’s Day, the hallowed 3rd Sunday in June. Some dad’s consider it Holy Grail Sunday because their loved ones showers them with breakfast in bed, homemade crafts, and a vast array of gifts; ranging from ties, tools, and fishing equipment.

Too bad for James Buchanan Barnes, although he wanted kids, his fragile mind told him no child would ever love a monster like him. Little did he know, the stars aligned perfectly and his dream would come true. Jillian brought sunshine into the dark and dismal caverns in his head.

Their meeting was pure happenstance. He, Steve and Sam decided to explore the city. Since neither super soldier had ever been to a department store in the 21st century, this turned into a field trip!

As the trio meandered through a maze of aisles and people at Macy’s, someone caught his eye. There she was at the Men’s Fragrance counter, cherry brown shoulder length hair, olive skin, brilliant smile and well defined figure. It wasn’t his intention to buy anything but all of a sudden he needed, no wanted cologne.

“S’cuse me ma’am. Can’ya tell me what smells good nowadays?

“Good afternoon sir. My goodness, there’s so many to choose from. You have no idea what you’d like?”

“Nah. What would you like to smell on a man?”

Tapping a finger on her perfect chin, Jillian chose “Invictus” by Paco Rabanne.

She sprayed a small piece of construction paper and handed it to Bucky..

“Wow, this is nice. You’ve got good taste, Doll.” Jillian blushed.

With the transaction completed, she thanked Bucky. “Enjoy your cologne.”

Summoning courage, Bucky asked her name. “Jillian.” Her cheeks turned a bright shade of pink.

“M’James but my friends call me Bucky.” “Pleased to meet you Bucky.”

Following the initial meeting, she and Bucky met for coffee, dinner dates, picnics in the park.

Jillian explained trepidations about him meeting 3 year old Isabella Marie. Izzy, as she’s affectionately called, was abandoned by her father at birth. He no longer desired to be a parent. Bucky didn’t want a fly by night fling; he wanted forever, showing Jillian everyday.

Time had come to meet Izzy. Bucky sweated profusely. “Calm down, Buck. You’re gonna be fine pal.” Steve leaned against the door jamb. “What if she doesn’t like me? What’ll her ma think?” “Trust me, you’ll be alright.”

“Randy’s Ice Cream Emporium,” a quaint little shop with multi-colored awnings, large windows, cute blue chairs. Jillian chose here because it was Izzy’s “happy place.” Bucky brought a bouquet of flowers for Jillian and a pink rose, minus the thorns for Izzy.

Beaming, Jillian greeted Bucky. “Hi.” “Hi yourself. How are ya?” Sitting at the table coloring was the world’s cutest 3 year old. Curly brown hair, soft grey eyes and a smile that melted the hardest hearts.

“Isabella, this is James. James, this is Isabella.” “You can call me Bucky.” The little girl smiled and Bucky fell under her spell. “Hi Buckwoo. I Izzy.”

Jillian watched the interaction between her daughter and Bucky. She wasn’t afraid of his arm. It’s as if they’d known each other for years. “Here, wanna color?” “Okay.” Izzy climbed in his lap smiling.

Bucky and Izzy were two peas in a pod. Playing hide and seek, coloring and baking cookies.

Aware of ever present danger, Jillian and Izzy  moved into the compound. It was an adjustment. Izzy didn’t mind. She loved spending time with Auntie Nat and Wanna.

Tony cleared a floor the family. Izzy’s room was filled with teddy bears, dolls, tea sets and princess accessories, including tiaras and feather boas! Two more rooms became “Princess Izzy Land”. Her “kingdom” consisted of a huge playhouse, gym set with two swings, seesaw and sliding board nestled on the best indoor turf money can buy.

On any given day, Princess Izzy would “hold court”. Steve, Bucky and Sam were her loyal subjects. She instructed them to sit on the floor, placing a tiara atop their heads with a feather   boa wrapped around their necks and have tea. Jillian, Nat, Wanda and Tony stumbled upon Her Royal Highness having tea and crumpets with the oversized commoners of “Izzy Land.” Snickering in the background, flashes of light captured the moment, as raucous laughter erupted.

As Father’s Day approached, Jillian planned something special for Bucky, but at the last minute, he and Steve were called away on a mission and didn’t know if they would be home in time. She and Izzy were disappointed, especially the little one. When Bucky left, Izzy always cried. He’d already made up his mind to leave the field once he and Jillian were married. Being a full-time husband and dad outweighed missions.

Saturday before Father’s Day, Izzy whispered in her momma’s ear the surprise from her to Bucky.

Later that evening, Bucky and Steve returned. Izzy jumped from the sofa in their apartment and ran to Bucky’s waiting arms.

“Buckwoo, Buckwoo you here!!!”

“Yes sweetheart, I’m here. Missed you and your momma so much.”

Izzy wrapped her tiny arms around his neck as far as she could and kissing him on the nose and cheek. Jillian’s eyes watered. The two most important people in her life were there and all was right with the world.

Father’s Day was around the corner. Izzy enlisted Wanda’s help. “Auntie Wanna, help me write to Buckwoo.” “I’d be happy to. What should it say?”

“Dear Daddy Buckwoo, I love you. Kisses, Sugar Plum Princess Izzy.”

On the front, she colored three stick figures, Mommy, Izzy and Daddy Buckwoo, decorated with Princess stickers!

FATHER’S DAY 6:50 a.m.

Pots and pans rattled in the kitchen, startling Bucky and Jillian. Stealthily, Bucky stood in the hallway watching Izzy set up her pink wagon with cereal, juice in a sippy cup, spoon and handmade card.

“Izzy has a surprise for me. Shhhh, here she comes.”

Carefully, Izzy pulled her wagon to Bucky’s side of the bed and laid her hand on his face.

“Hey Sugar Plum, what’re you doing up so early? Is everything okay?”

“Happy Fodder’s Day Buckwoo, I love you.”

Having a family wasn’t on Bucky’s “to do” list. Fate had other ideas making it possible not only for a loving girlfriend, but a daughter as well.

“I made this for you. Auntie Wanna wote it.” On blue construction paper were 3 colored stick figures, stickers and an adorable message inside.

Bucky became emotional. “Sugar Plum, thank you so much.”

“Daddy Buckwoo, are you sad? Don’t cry.”.  

“Oh Sugar Plum, I’m not sad. Matter of fact, ya made me extremely happy.”

Jillian pulled a huge box from under the bed. “Sweetheart, here’s my gift. Open it.”

Inside, the leather jacket Bucky admired 7 months ago. “Doll, this is the jacket I wanted! How….when?”

“I’ve had it awhile. Nat kept it safe in her closet.” Bucky kissed Jillian deeply. “I gotta surprise for  you and Izzy.”

Getting down on one knee, he asked Jillian to marry him and adopt Izzy. “I ain’t good with words. You and Izzy are my world. I’d be the luckiest knucklehead in the world if ya marry me. Also, I wanna adopt Sugar Plum. How ‘bout it?”

One velvet box contained a pear shaped Vera Wang engagement ring. The second box was a small gold necklace with Isabella Marie engraved on a heart.

Jillian nodded ‘yes.’ Izzy jumped up and down on the bed singing.

Father’s Day would never be the same! James Buchanan Barnes live has come full circle.No way in hell he’d allow ANYONE to take that away from him!

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[buckybarnesappreciationsociety]

Love Isn’t A Color; It’s An Emotion (Rebecca Charlene Rogers)

Summary: Steven and Asha are expecting their first child. When the time comes for their bundle of joy to make his or her entrance, he panics!!! Never fear, Asha’s mom to the rescue!

Word Count: 1,249

Warnings: None

Pairings: Steve Rogers x PoC Asha Rogers OFC Rhonda Taylor, Nat, Jillian, Wanda, Bucky, Tony, Dr. Cho

Steve and Asha have been married for 2 ½ years. Life’s been hectic for the couple with Captain America protecting the world from evildoers and Asha now working at Stark Industries as a Legal Consultant. They never really discussed starting a family, but fate had other ideas.

Now 3 days before her due date, Asha wanted nothing more than to deliver this baby. Her pregnancy was filled with horrific morning sickness, hypertension, and swollen feet. She’d never dealt with any health issues until now. Dr. Cho mentioned the baby weighed at least 8 pounds and Asha has a small frame.

So, for the last 2 months, Asha was on bed rest, with an attentive husband always by her side. Steve brought up a wheelchair from the medical wing to insure his wife didn’t overexert herself going to the bathroom.

Steve ceased field work indefinitely. Of course, doing PR work afforded him the luxury of staying in New York to be near Asha. Although Dr. Cho recommended limited movement, walking around the corridor for 5 minutes a day would aid tremendously when she delivers.

Rhonda Taylor (Asha’s mother), Nat, Wanda, Jillian (Bucky’s wife), would come by and provide welcome company for the bored out of her mind mother-to-be. Surrounding the bed, Mrs. Taylor would share stories of Asha’s childhood. “She was such a smart baby, but stubborn. It had to be her way or no way,” looking fondly at her now married daughter carrying her first grandchild. Jillian quipped, “Awww Asha. I’ll bet your baby’s gonna b…” Her words came to a screeching halt as Asha doubled over in pain.

Steve walked back into the room and noticed the distress on her face. “Doll, what’s wrong?” Mrs.Taylor rubbed Asha’s hand, “She’s having contractions sweetie.” Nodding, another pain hit and tears ran down her cheeks. Poor Steve panicked. Jillian instructed Nat and Wanda to contact Dr. Cho and have a stretcher brought up ASAP.

Mrs. Taylor attempted to calm the anxious expectant father. ”Steve, sweetheart breathe. She’s going to be fine. Listen, you’re about to become a daddy.” The concerned super soldier paced and finally sat by his wife’s side. “Stevie,” Asha whispered, “it’s alright babe. Let’s prepare to meet our son or daughter.”

Two nurses from Dr. Cho’s medical team arrived and Steve gently laid his wife on the stretcher and headed to the medical bay, with Asha’s mom, Bucky, Nat and Wanda in tow.

“Mommy?” Asha craned her neck. “Yes honey, mommy’s here.” Steve gently laid his hands on Asha’s stomach and whispered, “Hey Peanut. Can’t wait to meet’ya.” The ride to the medical bay took forever or so it seemed.

Dr Cho greeted the soon to be parents and their entourage. “Are you ready Mrs. Rogers to meet your daughter or son?” Asha mouthed ‘yes’ and smiled at her husband.

“Everyone other than Captain Rogers please wait outside the delivery room,” Dr. Cho cautioned. Mrs. Taylor kissed her daughter on the cheek. Nat draped her arm around the concerned mother’s shoulder and assured her everything would be just fine.

Steve stood beside Asha, wiping her sweaty brow. She had a death grip on his left hand. Situating herself on a rolling stool, Dr. Cho’s nurse put Asha’s feet in the stirrups. Upon examination, Asha had dilated to a 9. It was time to push.

“Captain Rogers, er Steve, sit behind your wife and hold her.” Steve moved behind Asha, leaning her against his hard chest. Another contraction ripped through her stomach and she cried out, “Get this thing out of me!!!” Everyone snickered.

“Mrs. Rogers, it’s time to push. Here we go!” Breathing rapidly, Asha pushed, “We can see the crown of your baby’s head. One two three….puuuush!” With all her might, she grunted and strained as Steve and Dr. Cho cheered her on. “ONE.MORE.TIME.PUUUSH!” Huffing, Asha gave it her best grunt and before you knew it, a loud cry blared. Steve wept openly as Dr. Cho presented their daughter. “Mr. and Mrs. Rogers, you have a daughter.” Breathless, Asha held her baby girl close, as Steve marvelled at the tiny cherub in her mother’s arms. “Look Steve. At least we know she’s got a good set of lungs!” Speechless, the blonde super soldier merely shook his head, as wetness poured down his face.

“Rebecca Charlene Rogers, we’re your mommy and daddy.” Little Becca started to cry. The nurse removed her gently from Asha’s arms.. “Wait! Where are you taking her?” Steve inquired. “Calm down honey,” Asha reassured him. “She’s going to be weighed, measured and cleaned. Would you tell my mom and the other’s our daughter’s here?” Still stunned, Steve leaned down, “I love you so much Mrs. Rogers. Our bundle of joy is perfect, like you.” Laying her hand against his cheek, “I love you Mr. Rogers. She’s a combination of US.”

When the nurse brought Becca back into the room, she was swaddled in a cute pink teddy bear blanket, pink cap and bright pink Iron Man onesie! Asha guffawed and shook her head, “Only you Stark….only you.”

Trying to compose himself, Steve walked into the waiting area. “She’s here guys and man, what a beauty.” Everyone congratulated the proud daddy. “Son,” Mrs. Taylor asked, “What’s her name?” “Mama Taylor, I’ll let Asha tell you. C’mon and meet your granddaughter. Buck, I want you to come too.” Surprised, Bucky followed his best friend and Mrs. Taylor into the room.

Entering the room, Mrs. Taylor smiled as Asha was breastfeeding Becca. “Oh look at her. She’s a cutie pie!” Leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, Bucky beamed at Steve, Asha, Mrs. Taylor and little bean.

“Mama Taylor, Bucky. We present to you Rebecca Charlene Rogers.” Mrs. Taylor dabbed her eyes because Charlene is the derivative of Charlton, her late husband’s first name and Rebecca was Bucky’s sister.

Flabbergasted, Bucky finally spoke, “Are ya sure Stevie? I mean, that’s awfully swell of ya. Becca would be proud. C’mere ya punk!” Bucky and Steve embraced as Mrs. Taylor beamed. “Your daddy would be so proud of you sweetie. She’s an angel.”

“Honey, it’s time to hold your daughter. C’mere. Cradle her head. There you go.” Asha couldn’t contain her enthusiasm as Steve sat down in a rocking chair, talking to his baby girl. Unwrapping her blanket, Steve moaned at Becca’s bright pink Iron Man onesie. “Why am I not surprised?”

“Hey Peanut. I’m your daddy. Gosh, I love ya so much and Imma take real good care of ya and your mom.” Becca cooed and clutched his gigantic finger. At 4 hours old, Steve had fallen under the spell of his adorable baby girl.

The rest of the team were given permission to visit The Rogers Family. Tony quipped, “Job well done Capsicle. You and Mrs. Capsicle should be proud.” Everyone snickered when Steve unwrapped Becca’s blanket. “I couldn’t resist old man. I’d say she’s off the a dazzling start.”

Rebecca Charlene Rogers, 8 lbs. 6 ozs.,18 inches long. Blue eyes, sandy brown curly hair, cashew complexion. First born of Steve and Asha Rogers. The sweetest sound ever heard was little Becca’s loud wailing; a melody from heaven to their ears.

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Three Sentences: Blondie x Cupid

A/N Blondie x Cupid for StormShadows and Aya Rose. I love this pairing so I'm so glad somebody requested it! I love them working together with the mirrornet and Cupid finally getting over Dexter. Next chapter should be Tiny x Jillian for Rach.

Being roommates and co-hosts, Blondie and Cupid were with one another almost every hour of everyday so it was no wonder that they had gotten close.

Over the months the pair noticed how they had become in sync with one another and how their feeling grew beyond the platonic.

And when at the end of the year they announced over both their shows that they were a couple, it came as a surprise to no one.

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Samsung Q950TS 8K Review

As known, these days companies present their new products at CES 2020. As usual, the attention of experts is primarily attracted by the leaders of the consumer electronics segment, which shape development trends. Of course, Samsung is one of them. The company fully met expectations by presenting three new TVs, including the second generation of Samsung 8K model, innovative MicroLED panels and the experimental The Sero TV with a rotary screen for viewing video content in vertical format, for example, from Instagram. Of course, Samsung Q950TS aroused the greatest interest among experts. In fact, the company created the second generation of its 8K TV. Today this model is one of the brightest among modern TVs. Its peak brightness reaches 4000 nits. The Q950TS uses a FALD (full array local dimming) with about 500 dimming zones. TV analyses a map of current image, defining bright or dark areas. Samsung engineers demonstrated German pedantry, harmoniously improving almost all components, including design, processor, video processing algorithms, sound, modes and functions, etc.

Design

The company has taken the next step in implementing the bezel-less design concept, which it calls Infinity Design TV.

This TV has just a tiny 2mm-wide border around the top and side edgesand slightly wider border at the bottom with Samsung logo. As a result, engineers achieved an excellent result by providing a screen-to-body ratio of nearly 99%. In addition, the bezel-less design creates a stunning effect of presence by lowering the visualization of the border between the screen and its surroundings. But it is maximally perceived when watching from 10-15 ft. The 15 mm panel thickness is perfectly suitable for wall mounting, with the No Gap bracket. In this case, the screen can be connected with a single fiber cable.

A few years ago, Philips Electronics developed and patented Ambient Lighting technology.

The idea was liked by many consumers and quickly became popular. In 2018, Samsung proposed their own idea by creating Ambient Mode.

When the TV is off, Ambient Mode displays a stylish screensaver or family photo. In 2019, Samsung significantly improved it, expanding the range with images from the Internet. In addition, the company added new color filters, settings for background tones and brightness, animation, etc. This year, the company improved it with Bixby, Samsung’s AI assistant. For example, a TV can create a relaxing background on the screen by voice command. In fact, the TV performs in this mode the function of an intelligent element of the interior. To date, Samsung has announced the 65-inch, 75-inch and 85-inch versions.

Sound system

Of course, the perception of media content is significantly dependent on sound quality. Therefore, the company made very great efforts, seriously improving the sound system. Despite the ultra-thin design, South Korean engineers were able to place eight drivers in a six speaker array in the case. In fact, the Q950TS uses a 4.2.2-channel layout, which includes two speakers on each side, and a pair woofers in the back. The speakers are hidden behind a pattern of tiny holes in the outer edge of the TV body.

Mounted on a stand, the TV provides crisp and clear 5.1 channel surround. Unfortunately, the effectiveness of woofers with wall-mounting raises questions. The Q950TS has a sound optimization feature for first setup. In this mode, the TV generates and sends out test tones, receives reflected signals using built-in microphones and measures them. Then, it creates a room map to create an optimal soundstage. Unfortunately, the Q950TS does not support Dolby Atmos, but can send Atmos via ARC (audio return channel) from its internal apps.

Game mode

Almost all Samsung TVs of recent years are perfectly adapted for games. Q950TS was no exception. Of course, the Q950TS supports VRR (variable refresh rate) and ALLM (Auto Low Latency Mode). In addition, the new TV also supports AMD FreeSync, which provides, for example, DisplayPort Adaptive-Sync. Today it is an ideal solution for smooth gameplay with decreased lag and virtually no tearing. Moreover, the company claims no more than 10 ms input lag in Auto Game Samsung mode. The Multi-View option is also convenient for side-by-side viewing the game videos. In addition, the TV has a new surround mode with additional settings for sound effects in games. Also, Samsung has enhanced the Game Motion Plus feature. According to the company, the smooth playback in games has increased by 40%.

Q950TS features

1. Quantum Processor 8K provides more efficient AI upscaling, using machine learning algorithms to process data for each pixel. In addition, it generates image elements when restoring the original 8K content.

2. The new Adaptive Picture function automatically adjusts brightness and contrast depending on the ambient light.

3. AI ScaleNet technology reduces data loss during video streaming. AI ScaleNet compresses the content during transmission from the provider, and then restores it to the TV. Thereby, the new technology halves the bandwidth requirements. According to Samsung, it will continue to actively improve this technology, considering it very promising. In particular, the company has agreed with Amazon Prime Video to jointly test the AI ScaleNet. 4. TV uses eight drivers, providing a 4.2.2-channel layout and OTS+ (Object Tracking Sound Plus) technology by analogy with Dolby Atmos and DTS: X. Their combination provides a stunning dynamic soundscape. 5.Active Voice Amplifier (AVA) adjusts the volume of dialogs depending on the noise level. For example, the noise of a blender or a vacuum cleaner automatically activates the option. But AVA activation during a loud conversation requires pressing a passive-aggressive button on the remote control. 6. Improved Universal Guide offers channels, content and services using AI-based algorithms. 7. Probably, Samsung Health with functions of a fitness organizer will appeal to supporters of a healthy lifestyle. In addition, it offers free and exclusive content from Calm, Echelon, FitPlan, Obe Fitness, Jillian Michaels, Barre 3, etc. 8. Multi-View projects the phone screen onto the TV screen in a separate window. The option has 14 different presets, including side-by-side viewing, picture-in-picture viewin, etc. 9. Digital Butler provides control of all IoT devices in the house using an infrared beam.

Conclusion

PROS - bezel-less Infinity Design; - high-quality 8K AI upscaling with AI Quantum Processor 8K; - impressive picture quality; - superior sonic performance with eight drivers (4.2.2-channel driver array); - incredibly low input lag up to 10 ms in Auto Game Samsung mode; - HDR support, including HDR10, HLG and HDR10+; - Deep Learning with neural network; - Ultra Viewing Angle; - Adaptive Picture, Adaptive Peak Brightness and Adaptive Tone Mapping; - Object Tracking Sound Plus (OTS+), Active Voice Amplifier and Q-Symphony; - AV1 (AOMedia Video 1) codec for 8K YouTube. CONS - today OTS+ is inferior to Atmos; - no Dolby Vision or Atmos support. Traditionally, Samsung has proven its claim to leadership by introducing the Q950TS with a wealth of innovative solutions. The Bezel-less Infinity Design concept is already close to ideal. Screen-to-body ratio has already reached nearly 99%. Eight drivers in a 15 mm case are amazing. Moreover, the company has demonstrated its successes in fundamental areas, including the development of 8K AI upscaling based on Deep Learning using a neural network and AI ScaleNet. Of course, the Q950TS is unlikely to become BestSeller due to the high price, but the flagships do not pursue this goal. First of all, they must confirm the leadership ambitions of the company. Apparently, the Samsung Q950TS 8K perfectly coped with this task. This model embodied almost all the latest Samsung's innovative technologies. Apparently, Samsung Q950TS 8K will compete with Nano99, Nano97 and Nano95 series of LG NanoCell 8K TVs and Sony Z8H 8K. This video offers an overview of the Samsung Q950TS 8K at CES 2020. Read the full article

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