#but I say 'mom' and 'dad' for simplicity

[jessicas-pi]

if I had a nickel for every time I came up with an oc x oc ship that was a girl with Nightsister heritage who had a Nightsister mom and a psychometric Jedi dad, and a young awkward Jedi boy with a Jedi dad and a Mandalorian mom and an older sister who teases him mercilessly about his crush on said Nightsister girl, I would have two nickels. Which isn't a lot but it's weird that it happened twice.

[vividseoultales]

Little Sister ( Sullyoon x Male Reader )

tags : angst smut

"Hey, Sully," I called out as I tossed my backpack onto the couch, the jingle of keys and the thud of textbooks echoing through the quiet house.

My sister looked up from the TV, a half-eaten bag of chips in her lap. "Oh, you're home," she said, her eyes lighting up. "Want to watch 'Friends' with me?"

I hovered in the doorway, my thoughts racing. The rumors at school had been persistent, and they painted a picture of her that was so starkly different from the little girl I remembered playing hide and seek with. But as she sat there, in her oversized sweatshirt and shorts that barely covered her thighs, I couldn't help but notice the way her legs curled under her, the way she chewed on her bottom lip when she was nervous.

"What's up?" she asked, sensing the shift in my tone. She sat up straighter, the bag of chips falling to the floor unnoticed.

I stepped into the room, my eyes never leaving hers. "I've been hearing some…stuff, about you at school," I began, my voice measured. "Things that are a bit, you know, personal."

Sullyoon's expression froze, and she swallowed hard. The TV laugh track played in the background, a bizarre contrast to the sudden tension that filled the room. She looked down at her hands, playing with the hem of her sweatshirt. "What stuff?" she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

I took a deep breath, my eyes traveling over her body, taking in the way she'd grown, the curves she'd developed. "They say you're really…good at something," I said, my voice thick with the effort of keeping it neutral. "Something that's got all the guys talking."

Sullyoon's cheeks flushed, and she bit her bottom lip harder. "What are they saying?" she asked, her eyes darting to the side.

I stepped closer, my heart racing. "They say you know how to make a guy feel…really good," I said, my voice dropping an octave. "That you're…exceptional at it."

Sullyoon's eyes widened, and she swiped a strand of hair from her face. "It's just…stupid rumors," she protested, but her voice wavered, and she couldn't hold my gaze.

I walked over to the TV and turned it off with a sharp click. The sudden silence was deafening. "Is it?" I asked, my eyes never leaving hers. "Because if it's true, then you're pretty popular."

Sullyoon's cheeks burned even redder, and she squirmed in her seat. "It's just…I don't know, it just sort of happened," she mumbled, looking away.

I stepped closer, unable to believe what I was hearing. "How?" I demanded, my voice a mix of anger and fascination. "How did you become the school's…expert?"

Sullyoon took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling beneath the fabric of her sweatshirt. "It was at a party," she began, her voice small and shaky. "A bunch of the senior guys dared me to suck off the school's jock. It was just a stupid bet."

Her words hung in the air, heavy with the weight of the revelation. I stared at her, trying to process the image of my baby sister doing something so…adult. "That's all it was?" I managed to ask, not quite believing the simplicity of her explanation.

Sullyoon nodded, her eyes still downcast. "Yeah," she murmured. "It was just that one time. But then, people talked, and it just…spiraled."

I stared at her, taking in her delicate features, the way her lashes fluttered against her flushed cheeks. Her plump, pink lips, the same ones that had apparently been wrapped around the jock's dick, now trembled slightly with apprehension. My mind reeled, trying to reconcile the innocent girl I knew with the brazen teenager she'd apparently become.

"You're not going to tell Mom and Dad, are you?" she asked, her voice a desperate whisper. She looked up at me, her eyes wide and pleading.

Without a word, I took a step closer and reached out my hand. Gently, I brushed my thumb along the bottom part of her lip, feeling the softness of her skin and the slight dampness from her nervousness. She didn't pull away, but she did look at me with annoyance

"Oppa," she said, her voice a warning.

Ignoring her, I leaned in closer, my hand still hovering near her face. "You know what, Sully?" I said, my voice low and serious. "I'll make you a deal. I won't tell Mom and Dad…if you do me a favor."

Her eyes narrowed, and she pulled away slightly. "I'm your little sister oppa" her voice filled with suspicion.

"I know," I said, my tone unyielding. "But you're also the one who's got all the guys at school whispering about you."

Sullyoon's eyes darted down to my hand, and she took a sharp intake of breath as I slowly pulled down my shorts. My cock sprang free, semi-erect from the tension of the moment. The room grew even quieter, the only sounds the steady beat of our hearts and the occasional rustle of fabric as one of us moved slightly. She stared at it.

"I'm your little sister" she repeated, her voice a mix of confusion and fear.

"I know," I said again, my hand resting on my cock. "But I want to see if you're as good as they say."

For a long moment, we just stared at each other, the weight of my proposition hanging between us. Then, with a heavy sigh, Sullyoon leaned back into the couch cushions, her eyes never leaving mine. Her chest rose and fell with each breath, and I could see the internal battle playing out on her face. The curiosity in her gaze grew stronger, and she licked her lips, unconsciously mimicking the action she knew was expected of her.

Slowly, she slid off the couch, her bare knees hitting the floor with a soft thud. She leaned in closer, her breath hot on my skin as she studied my cock with a newfound fascination. I watched as she reached out tentatively, her small hand wrapping around the base, her grip tightening slightly as she began to stroke it. My eyes fell closed, and a low groan escaped my lips.

Her movements grew bolder as she took me into her mouth, the warm wetness enveloping me. Her tongue swirled around the tip, teasing and probing, exploring the contours of my shaft as she took more and more of me in. I felt her throat constrict around me, and my hips bucked slightly in response.

Sullyoon's eyes remained locked with mine, watching for any sign of approval or rejection. Her cheeks hollowed with each suck, her mouth moving in a rhythm that was surprisingly skilled for someone so young. Her hand kept working the base of my cock, her fingers playing with my balls as she took me deeper into her mouth.

I could feel the tension in her throat as she took more of me, her eyes watering slightly. Yet she didn't gag or pull away, her mouth moving steadily, almost as if she enjoyed the feeling of having me fill her. My hand found its way into her hair, guiding her, setting the pace. Her cheeks flushed, and she made soft, muffled sounds of effort that only served to turn me on more.

The room grew warmer, the air thick with the scent of our shared arousal. My eyes fluttered shut, and I leaned my head back, lost in the sensation of her mouth on me. Her tongue danced around the head of my cock, teasing the sensitive spot just under the tip, and I couldn't hold back the groan that escaped my lips.

Her hand, which had been stroking me in tandem with her mouth, stopped moving, and she focused all her attention on deep-throating me. The feeling was exquisite, and I felt myself getting closer to the edge with each passing second. My grip on her hair tightened, and I gently rocked my hips, pushing deeper into her mouth.

Sullyoon's eyes watered more, but she didn't break our eye contact. Instead, she took it as a challenge, her eyes blazing with a mix of defiance and excitement. She started to bob her head faster, taking me in deeper with each bob. I could feel her throat contract around my cock, and the sensation was unlike anything I had ever experienced before.

With a sudden urgency, I pulled out of her mouth, my hand moving to grip the base of my cock. She looked up at me, slightly surprised, her mouth open and glistening with spit. "What are you doing?" she whispered, her voice hoarse.

"I'm going to cum," I told her, my voice tight with need.

Sullyoon's eyes widened slightly, but she didn't move away. Instead, she leaned in closer, watching with a mix of curiosity and anticipation as I began to stroke myself. Her breath came in quick, shallow gasps, her eyes never leaving the hand that moved up and down my shaft. She was so close that I could feel her breath against my skin, hot and eager.

As I stroked myself, I felt the pressure build, my balls tightening, the base of my cock swelling. I took a deep breath and let it out in a hiss, and with a final, powerful thrust of my hips, I painted her face with ropes of cum. She blinked as the first shot landed on her cheek, but she didn't flinch. Instead, she leaned in even closer, her tongue darting out to catch a drop that slid down from my cockhead to her lip.

Sullyoon's eyes remained fixed on mine, a strange mix of curiosity and desire swirling in their depths. She licked her lips clean, swiping up every last bit of my cum with a greedy flick of her tongue. Then she reached out and wiped a strand of cum that had landed on her cheek. She held it up to show me before slowly sucking it off her finger.

"Happy?" she asked, her voice laced with sarcasm as she wiped the last of my cum from her cheek with the back of her hand.

I nodded, still trying to catch my breath. "More than you know," I replied, my voice gruff with arousal.

I took a step back, my cock still in my hand, and grinned down at her. "I want you to come to my room tonight," I said, my voice low and demanding. "When everyone's asleep."

Sullyoon rolled her eyes, but the corners of her mouth twitched upwards slightly. "Fine," she said, her voice laced with resignation. "I don't want you to tell Mom and Dad."

The rest of the evening passed in a blur of tension. We avoided each other's gaze, the unspoken promise hanging between us. Dinner was a silent affair, our parents oblivious to the secret we now shared. Every time I looked at her, I couldn't help but think about the way she'd looked up at me from between my legs, her eyes filled with a mix of anger, fear, and something else that I couldn't quite pinpoint.

Later that night, after our parents had retreated to their room and the house had settled into darkness, I heard the soft click of my door opening. I lay on my bed, stroking my already hard cock as I waited for her to come in. The mattress dipped slightly as she sat down beside me, the quiet rustle of her pajamas the only sound in the stillness.

"You're really going to do this?" she whispered, her voice a mix of annoyance and resentment. I didn't bother to answer, instead choosing to guide her head down to my erection with a firm but gentle hand. She resisted slightly before letting out a huff and wrapping her lips around me once more.

Her mouth was a warm, wet heaven, and she applied just the right amount of pressure as she took me deep into her throat. It was clear she'd had practice, her technique smoother than any girl I'd been with before. The way she moaned around my cock, the vibrations sending shockwaves through my body, was something I never knew could be so erotic.

I could feel her hesitation, the slight tremble in her hand as she held the base of my cock, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she took me in deeper, her cheeks hollowing as she worked me over with a fervor that surprised me. The feeling was indescribable, and I found myself getting lost in the sensation, my grip on her hair tightening as I pushed her head down even further.

"Sully," I gasped, my voice tight with lust. "Want me to fuck you?"

Her eyes darted up to meet mine, an eyebrow arching in annoyance. But she didn't pull away from my cock, didn't stop the steady bob of her head. Instead, she just rolled her eyes and took me even deeper, her throat tightening around my shaft.

I paused, my hand in her hair. "I'm serious, Sully," I said, my voice low and intense. "Do you want me to fuck you?"

Sullyoon pulled back, her mouth slipping off my cock with a wet pop. She sat back on her heels, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. "No, this is as far as we go oppa" she hissed.

I grabbed her by the arms, pulling her up onto the bed. She squealed in protest, but I ignored her, my desperation overruling any sense of propriety I might have had. I pushed her back onto the pillows, her legs dangling over the edge of the bed.

"Oppa, stop!" she protested, trying to wriggle away, but I held her firmly in place. "What the fuck are you doing?"

Her legs felt warm and smooth beneath my hands as I spread them apart, revealing the damp cotton of her pajamas. I leaned in, my breath hot against her skin, and whispered, "I don't think you're being honest with me"

Sullyoon's eyes flashed with anger, but she didn't resist as I slid my hand up her thigh, my thumb grazing the fabric of her pajamas. Her chest heaved with each ragged breath, her nipples pushing against the thin material of her top. I could feel the heat between her legs, and it only served to make me harder.

"You're wet," I murmured, a smirk playing on my lips. "Does sucking me off make you hot?"

Sullyoon's cheeks flushed an even deeper shade of red, and she glared up at me. But she didn't deny it, her body betraying her true feelings. I slid my thumb under the waistband of her pajamas, feeling the slickness of her arousal. She bit her bottom lip, trying to hold back a whimper, but the sound still escaped, music to my ears.

I leaned down, my mouth inches from hers. "You like it, don't you?" I whispered, my breath warm against her skin.

I pushed her pajama pants down, revealing her bare, shaved pussy. It was pink and swollen with desire, and I couldn't help but groan at the sight. "So beautiful," I murmured, my voice thick with lust.

Sullyoon's eyes widened with a mix of shock and excitement as I leaned down to kiss her inner thigh, her legs trembling slightly. "Oppa," she protested weakly, but her body was already responding, arching towards me.

My mouth watered as I took in the sweet scent of her arousal, and I knew that she was lying. She liked this, she liked the power she had over me, and she liked the way I was making her feel. I kissed my way up her thigh, closer to her wetness, and she gasped when I finally reached the apex.

Her pussy was glistening with need, and I couldn't resist the urge to taste her. I licked her slit from bottom to top, savoring the tangy taste of her. She tasted like sin, and I was eager to devour every inch of her. Her protests had turned into whimpers, and she was now grabbing fistfuls of my hair, urging me closer.

I parted her folds with my tongue, finding her clit and flicking it rapidly. She squirmed and bucked her hips, trying to escape the intense pleasure, but I held her down, eager to hear the sweet sounds of her climax. Her breath came in short gasps, her chest rising and falling as I worked her closer to the edge.

"Oh, fuck," she whispered, her voice strained. "Oppa, please…I'm going to…"

Her words trailed off into a moan as I increased the pressure, my tongue circling her clit with a practiced skill that seemed to surprise even her. Her legs quivered around my head, her thighs tightening as she approached the peak of her pleasure.

"Don't hold back," I murmured against her wetness, feeling her body tense up. "Let it out."

And with that, she did. Her back arched off the bed, and she let out a keening cry as her orgasm washed over her. Her hips bucked, pushing her pussy into my mouth, and I greedily lapped up every drop of her juices, feeling her pulsate against my tongue. Her nails dug into the back of my head, and she shuddered, her legs finally going limp.

I sat back on my heels, watching her as she lay there, panting and trembling. Her chest heaved, and her cheeks were flushed, her eyes glazed over with pleasure. I couldn't believe it - she was so responsive, so eager for more. And the look on her face - it was a mix of anger and lust that only made me want to fuck her even harder.

Without a word, I stood up and kicked off my pants, my cock standing at full attention. Sullyoon watched me with a mix of trepidation and excitement, her legs still spread wide, her pussy glistening with arousal. She didn't protest as I climbed over her, settling my weight between her thighs, and she didn't fight as I lined up my cock with her entrance.

Her eyes searched mine for a moment, looking for any hint of doubt or regret, but all she found was a burning desire that mirrored her own. With a gentle push, I slid into her, feeling her tight, wet warmth envelop me. She gasped, her nails digging into my back as I pushed deeper, filling her completely.

Our movements were slow at first, both of us savoring the newness of this forbidden act. Her legs wrapped around my waist, and she pulled me closer, urging me to move faster. The friction was exquisite, and I couldn't help the low growl that rumbled in my chest as I began to pick up the pace.

"Show me your tits," I grunted, my voice gruff with need.

Sullyoon's eyes flashed with excitement as she reached for the hem of her pajama top. With a quick pull, she exposed her breasts to the cool air, and I couldn't help but groan at the sight. They were smaller than I had imagined, but the perkiness of her nipples and the way they bounced with each of my thrusts made them seem so much more tantalizing.

"Like this?" she asked, her voice filled with a coyness that was entirely new to me.

Sullyoon reached up and pinched her own nipples, rolling them between her thumb and forefinger. I could see the pleasure rippling through her body, her breath hitching as she tugged at the sensitive flesh. "No," I said, my voice thick with lust. "I want to see them in your mouth."

Her eyes widened slightly, but she didn't hesitate. She leaned back, her back arching beautifully, and took one of her nipples into her mouth. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked, her hand still playing with her other breast. The sight was intoxicating, and I couldn't hold back a groan. "More," I urged, my hips driving into her with more force.

Her teeth grazed her nipple, and she moaned around it. The feeling was unbelievable, and I found myself getting closer to the edge much faster than I'd anticipated. "You like that, don't you?" I whispered, my voice strained with effort. "You're such a little slut."

Sullyoon's eyes shot to mine, anger and arousal swirling in their depths. But she didn't deny it. Instead, she sucked harder, her cheeks hollowing even more as she played with herself. The sight of her doing something so taboo, so dirty, was almost too much to handle.

I picked up the pace, my cock sliding in and out of her slick pussy with ease. Each thrust brought a gasp from her, her body writhing beneath me in a delicious dance of pleasure and pain. Her eyes never left mine, challenging me to go deeper, to push her further.

"Harder," she murmured, her voice a needy whine. "Fuck me like you mean it, oppa."

Her words sent a bolt of lust through me, and I did as she asked, pounding into her with a ferocity that surprised even me. Her pussy clamped down around me, tightening with every thrust, and I could feel the beginnings of her next orgasm building.

"Yes," I hissed, my hips moving faster. "Take it, take it all."

Sullyoon's eyes fluttered shut as she focused on the sensations building inside her. Her breath was coming in short, sharp gasps that matched the rhythm of our fucking. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, echoing off the walls like a carnally charged metronome.

I could feel myself getting closer, my balls tightening with the promise of release. "I'm going to cum," I grunted, my voice a mix of warning and triumph.

Sullyoon's eyes snapped open, and she met my gaze, her own eyes dark with lust. "Cum for me, oppa," she breathed, her voice a seductive whisper that sent shivers down my spine.

Her pussy tightened around me, and I knew she was close too. My strokes grew more erratic, my breath coming in harsh pants as I felt my climax building. The sensation was overwhelming, and I threw my head back, letting out a roar of pleasure as I emptied myself inside her.

Sullyoon's nails dug into my back, her body taut with tension as she met my thrusts. And then she was there too, her orgasm crashing over her in waves that made her whole body shake. Her pussy spasmed around my cock, milking me dry, and I couldn't help but groan as she came apart beneath me.

We lay there for a moment, both of us panting and sweaty, our hearts hammering against each other. I pulled out slowly, watching as my cum leaked from her and pooled on the bed. It was a mess, but it was the most beautiful mess I'd ever seen.

Sullyoon rolled onto her side, her eyes closed, her chest heaving. "What now?" she murmured, her voice laced with a mix of satisfaction and trepidation.

I leaned over her, planting a soft kiss on her forehead. "Now, we keep this between us," I said, my voice gentle but firm. "Our little secret."

Her eyes fluttered open, and she stared at me for a long moment, processing my words. Then she nodded, her expression unreadable. "Okay," she murmured, her voice still laced with the aftermath of her climax.

With a smirk, I leaned back, letting her catch her breath. The smell of sex filled the room, a heady mix of sweat and arousal that only served to make me harder. "You're going to love this," I whispered, the promise in my voice unmistakable.

[evenyvn]

All You ; part 02

Idol!San x SingleMom!Reader

Summary : San's visits to the quiet restaurant grow more frequent, drawn by something—or someone—he can’t quite name. A casual conversations with the owner's teasing smile stir something in him, but it’s her little daughter's innocent words that truly shake him.

Cw : she/her reader, sfw, fluff, third person POV, a little smau at the end, downbad san, reader has a daughter, stranger to lovers, un-established relationship (san thought reader are still married), san is girl dad coded, yn feeding san like he didn't eat for a week (lmao)

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San found himself frequenting the cozy little restaurant over the next few days. It had quickly become his favorite escape—a warm place where the food was delicious, the air smelled like comfort, and the company was even better.

He'd grown close to both Hana and her mom—Y/N. They welcomed him like family, and San, without realizing it, began craving the simplicity he found within those four walls. The humble atmosphere somehow reminds him of home—of his family back in Namhae.

Today, he sat at his usual spot on a table near the counter, sipping on warm tea while waiting for Hana to come home from school. Y/N was wiping down the counter when San finally worked up the nerve to ask something that had been lingering in his mind since their first meeting.

"Hey, uh... can I ask you something?" San began, swirling the tea in his cup.

Y/N looked up, curious. "Of course."

"Back when we first met, you said, 'I know.' What did you mean by that?"

A small smirk tugged at her lips. "Ah, that. I recognized you. You’re an idol, right? From that group called... ATEEZ?" San blinked in surprise. "Wait—you know ATEEZ?"

"Oh I know of you. You're from KQ just right on the corner of the street from here right? some of my customers work as a staff there and sometimes play your songs and talk about your groups during break hours. I don’t really follow idols, but I know a few names. Including you."

San rubbed the back of his neck bashfuly, trying to hide the pink rising to his ears. "I know this might sound a bit weird... but who’s your bias?"

Y/N tilted her head, pretending to ponder seriously. "Hmm... Wooyoung. He's adorable." She said with a playful grin making San gasped dramatically, eyes wide with betrayal. "Wooyoung?!"

Y/N laughed as she slid a small dessert plate toward him. "What? He's got that cheeky charm from what I've heard."

San pouted, but the moment his eyes landed on the dessert, his expression brightened like a child on Christmas morning.

"Eat a lot, San. You're still young," Y/N said teasingly making the pout on his face came again. "I'm not that much younger than you, noona."

She raised an eyebrow with a knowing smile. "Still older than you." San raised both hands in surrender, grinning. "Fine, you win."

They shared a light laugh before Y/N stepped away to the kitchen. San stay seated, picking at his dessert and glancing around the space. The restaurant felt even more homely now—he could name most of the regulars, and there was always a seat saved just for him.

At one point, Y/N reemerged and placed a freshly made roll in front of him. "Try this. I'm testing a new recipe."

San took a bite, eyes lighting up. "Oh, this is amazing. You should definitely add it to the menu." Y/N beamed at his words, "I was hoping you'd say that. Your taste is starting to matter here, San." She said as she walked back to the kitchen.

Before he could say more, the door flew open and Hana burst in, her hello kitty backpack bouncing with each excited step. "Uncle San!!"

San turned just in time to catch her as she jumped into his arms. He lifted her with ease, spinning her once before setting her down with a warm chuckle. "Hey, princess! How was school?"

"It was fun! I drew a picture of a big dragon and I got a star sticker from my teacher!" Hana began rambling about her day, words tumbling over each other in excitement.

San listened intently, occasionally nodding, but every now and then, his gaze drifted behind the counter to Y/N, who was busy wiping a plate, completely unaware of the attention.

There's something in San's eyes whenever they set on the woman, there's crystal clear admiration and perhaps awestruck look on his face.

Hana noticed.

She stopped mid-sentence, squinting up at him suspiciously, "You like eomma, don't you?" San choked. "Yes—I mean, what?? No! I mean i do like her but not in like that-"

Hana raised a suspicious eyebrow as she playfully poked San's dimple. "So you don't like her?" He flailed slightly, embarrassed. "W-what even makes you say that?"

She shrugged. "You make the same face my friend Eunji does when she looks at the boy she likes." San opened his mouth, then closed it again, completely lost for words.

He doesn't like Y/N... does he?

San shakes his head, what was he thinking?? he can't have a silly crush over someone who's married let alone with kid at that!

While San having an inner turmoil with himself—Hana just beamed innocently. "It's okay! I like eomma too! Everyone likes eomma. She's the best eomma in the world!"

San smiled, secretly sighing in relief and heart melting at the little girl's innocence. He ruffled her hair softly. "Yeah... I think you're right about that."

A little later, after Hana was off doing her homework in the corner booth, Y/N returned with another plate—this time, something sweet and warm.

"Is this for me too?" San asked with a playful tone.

"You keep helping out around here and keeping my daughter company. It’s the least I can do," Y/N said, her eyes soft.

San helped clean up some trays as the afternoon sun spilled golden light into the restaurant. He was humming softly to one of his group’s ballads when Y/N paused mid-step and chuckled. "You really can't escape music, can you?"

San grinned sheepishly. "Not really. It's kind of in my DNA now."

Y/N leaned against the counter and watched him for a moment. "It must be strange, going from all that attention and chaos to this little restaurant. Not many people came in here, only regulars and occasionally new curious people"

San looked around, then back at her. "Honestly? I think I like this kind of quiet more."

Their eyes lingered for a beat too long before San looked away first, cheeks faintly pink. Y/N seems aware of San's bashfulness just smile teasingly at the younger man.

And somewhere behind them, Hana peeked from her homework—mischievous smile on her lips as she whispered to herself, "He definitely likes eomma..."

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[meazalykov]

friend to wife

ingrid engen x reader

summary: to your family, she was just a friend until she became your wife

warnings: coming out, mentions of comphet, angst but comforting overall!

it’s quiet when you and ingrid step out of the car, the crisp december air nipping at your cheeks as you glance toward the familiar silhouette of your childhood home. 

christmas lights twinkle along the roofline, a warm glow spilling from the windows, and for a brief moment, you hesitate. your heart pounds in your chest, a mix of nerves and anticipation coursing through you. 

ingrid steps closer, her gloved hand finding yours, squeezing gently.

“you okay?” she asks, her voice soft, her norwegian accent wrapping around you like a comfort blanket. her eyes, steady and calm, meet yours, and you nod despite the tightness in your throat.

“yeah,” you murmur, although the weight of what you’re about to do feels monumental. this is your family. your parents, who have always pictured a version of you that you’ve long since outgrown. 

your younger siblings, who probably suspect more than you’ve let on. and now, you’re about to introduce them to ingrid—not as your best friend, not as your teammate, but as your wife.

your wife.

the word still feels surreal, even though it’s been three weeks since the day you and ingrid exchanged vows in a small, intimate ceremony at a courthouse in barcelona. it had been perfect, just the two of you with alexia, fridolina, marta, and caroline as witnesses, the simplicity of it feeling right for who you both are. 

ingrid hadn’t wanted to wait until next summer, and you, always understanding, had agreed. the euros would come and go, but this—your love, your commitment—couldn’t wait.

“we’ll be okay,” ingrid reassures you, leaning in to kiss your temple. 

“your family loves you. they’ll love us.”

you take a deep breath, letting her words ground you, and together, you walk toward the front door.

the inside of the house smells like pine and cinnamon, the comforting scent wrapping around you as soon as you step inside. your mom appears from the kitchen, a warm smile lighting up her face as she pulls you into a tight hug.

“there’s my oldest girl,” she says, holding you close before turning to ingrid. “and ingrid! it’s so good to see you again.”

you exchange pleasantries, your dad appearing from the living room to join in the greetings. your younger siblings peek around the corner, grinning as they call out your name and wave at ingrid. 

it’s all so familiar, so normal, and for a brief moment, you wonder if you should keep the truth tucked away a little longer. but then ingrid’s hand brushes yours, a silent reminder of why you’re here, and you steel yourself.

“actually,” you start, your voice a little shaky. you clear your throat, glancing at ingrid before looking back at your parents. 

“we have something to tell you.”

your mom raises an eyebrow, curiosity flickering in her eyes, while your dad leans against the counter, his arms crossed. your siblings exchange glances, their expressions a mix of intrigue and anticipation.

“ingrid is here with me because– well– she isn’t just my best friend,” you say, the words tumbling out faster than you intended. 

“she’s now my wife.”

silence.

for a moment, the only sound is the faint hum of christmas music playing from the living room. your mom blinks, her smile faltering slightly as she processes your words. your dad’s eyebrows shoot up, his mouth opening as if to speak, but no words come out. 

your siblings, on the other hand, seem less shocked. one of them—your youngest sister—lets out a quiet “i knew it,” earning a nudge from your brother.

“your wife?” your mom finally says, her voice tinged with surprise but not unkind. she looks between you and ingrid, her gaze settling on the norwegian. 

“you two got married?”

“we did,” ingrid confirms, her tone calm and steady. she steps closer, her hand finding yours again, and you draw strength from her presence. 

“three weeks ago, in barcelona. it was a small ceremony, just the two of us and a couple of friends.”

your dad exhales sharply, running a hand through his hair as he looks at the rings placed on the ring finger of your hand. 

“why didn’t you tell us sooner?” he asks, his tone more bewildered than upset.

you swallow hard, your grip on ingrid’s hand tightening. “it wasn’t easy for me to accept who i was, for not being what I thought was ‘normal’,” you admit, your voice barely above a whisper. 

“for so long, i thought i was... someone else. someone straight. and it wasn’t until i met ingrid in wolfsburg that i started to understand myself and everything else.”

your mom’s expression softens, her eyes filling with something you can’t quite place—understanding, maybe, or compassion. she steps closer, reaching out to touch your arm.

“sweetheart,” she says gently, “you could’ve told us. we love you, no matter what.”

“i know,” you say quickly, tears prickling at the corners of your eyes. 

“but i was scared. scared of disappointing you guys,.”

your dad steps forward then, placing a hand on your shoulder. “you’re our daughter,” he says firmly. 

“that’s never going to change. and if ingrid makes you happy, then we’re happy for you and our new daughter-in-law.”

the relief that washes over you is almost overwhelming, and you feel the tears spill over as you nod, a small, shaky smile tugging at your lips. ingrid squeezes your hand, her own eyes glistening with emotion.

“thank you,” she says softly, her voice directed at your parents. 

“that means a lot to both of us.”

your mom smiles, wiping at her own eyes before pulling ingrid into a hug. “welcome to the family,” she says, her voice warm and sincere. 

“we already loved you, but now you’re officially one of us.”

your siblings chime in then, teasing you about keeping such a big secret while also expressing their excitement. your youngest sister, always the bold one, asks if she can call ingrid her sister-in-law now, and you can’t help but laugh.

“you’ll have to wait for the ceremony in 2026,” ingrid jokes, earning a round of groans and laughter.

“2026?” your mom repeats, her brow furrowing. “why so far away?”

“the euros,” you explain. 

“ingrid will be playing for norway, and i’ll be with our country. it’s going to take up most of next year, so we figured 2026 would give us time to plan something special.”

“well,” your dad says, clapping his hands together, “we’ll be there, no matter when or where it is.”

the rest of the evening is filled with laughter and stories, the initial tension melting away as your family embraces the news. sitting at the kitchen island later, you watch as ingrid chats with your mom, their voices low and easy, as if they’ve known each other forever. 

your dad is in the living room with your siblings, showing them old photo albums, and for the first time in a long time, you feel a deep sense of peace.

this is what you’ve always wanted—acceptance, not just from your family, but from yourself. and now, with ingrid by your side, you finally have it.

masterlist

[fic-girlie]

first of all, I just want to say that I really love your writing, truly. I was wondering if you could write an episode where Y/N drinks a little too much, but Pedro is there to take care of her? 🥺

I've got you

Pairing: dad!Pedro Pascal x actress!mom!reader Summary: A tipsy night in leads to laughter, sweet confessions, and Pedro tenderly taking care of you. Warnings: established relationship, alcohol consuming, getting tipsy, sweet Pedro, basically just fluff A/N: Thank you, really! It means a lot to me!

The soft hum of the city outside slips through the slightly cracked window of your home, mixing with the faint scent of jasmine from the small garden just beyond the kitchen door. It’s late evening, a quiet kind of late where the world seems to slow down — perfect for a rare, uninterrupted night just for you and Pedro.

You stand by the kitchen island, the dim overhead lights casting a warm glow on the clutter of ingredients laid out: a bottle of red wine, half a baguette resting on a cutting board, a bowl of fresh basil, and a pan simmering gently on the stove. The savory aroma of garlic and olive oil mingles with the faint sweetness of roasted tomatoes bubbling softly in the sauce, making your mouth water.

Tonight, the kids are with Pedro’s sister — a small reprieve that feels like a precious gift. You haven’t had a proper dinner with Pedro in weeks, your days and nights swallowed by the constant rhythm of feeding, changing, rehearsing lines, and filming. The thought of finally slowing down together fills your chest with warmth and quiet anticipation.

Pedro is in the living room, tuning the old record player that sits by the shelves lined with books and framed photographs of your growing family. The soft crackle of vinyl begins, and you hear the gentle croon of a classic jazz song fill the room. He hums along under his breath, the sound familiar and soothing.

You step over, wine glass in hand, and catch his eye. His smile is that slow, effortless one — the one that always makes your heart skip. “Ready?” he asks quietly.

You nod, your lips curving into a smile as you raise your glass toward him. “Ready.”

You both sit down at the small, rustic dining table that’s seen countless meals, spilled drinks, whispered conversations, and stolen kisses. Tonight, it holds only the simplicity of a candle flickering between you and a modest plate of pasta, the kind you love but rarely have time to cook.

As you take your first sip of wine, the rich, velvety taste spreads warmth through your chest. The tension of the week begins to unravel. You catch Pedro’s eye again, and he lifts his glass in a silent toast.

“To us,” he says softly, voice low and tender. “For these moments — quiet, messy, imperfect, but ours.”

“To us,” you echo, feeling the weight of his gaze, the love and the promise shimmering in it.

You talk about the kids — how your toddler is obsessed with dinosaurs this week, how the baby finally slept through the night once, and how Pedro’s sister keeps calling with cute updates. Pedro listens, nodding, his eyes alight with gentle pride as he recounts little stories about your children, stories he’s memorized like precious lines in a play.

You laugh softly when he imitates your toddler’s dramatic roar when a toy goes missing. “You’re a terrible actor,” you tease, but the warmth in your voice is unmistakable.

Pedro grins, unabashed. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

Glass after glass, the wine flows. You’re careful, at first — savouring, tasting, letting the liquid melt away your stress — but soon you feel the familiar heat rising, the lightness settling over your limbs like a comforting blanket. Your cheeks flush with a rosy glow, and your laughter grows freer, louder.

At one point, you lean back in your chair, swaying slightly as a jazz saxophone solo plays, and you suddenly say, “Pedro, do you think dogs get embarrassed when they fart?”

Pedro blinks, caught off guard by the randomness, then bursts into laughter, the sound deep and full, wrapping around you like a warm hug. “No way,” he says between chuckles. “Dogs don’t know what embarrassment is. They just… own it.”

You grin, tipping your head back and giggling. “I wish I had that kind of confidence.”

Pedro reaches across the table, squeezing your hand. “You have all the confidence I need. But tonight, if you want to be a little less confident, that’s okay too.”

You grin, the wine loosening your tongue even more. “Maybe I should start a secret spy mission called ‘Operation Eat All the Chocolate.’”

Pedro laughs again, eyes shining. “You’d be the best secret agent ever. I’d be your handler.”

Your head dips forward suddenly, and you blink up at him with a mock-serious expression. “Promise you won’t tell anyone?”

“Your secret’s safe with me,” Pedro says, leaning forward to kiss your forehead gently.

The room spins slightly as you try to stand, wobbling in place. Pedro’s arms catch you immediately, steady and sure.

“You’re my beautiful mess,” he says, voice thick with tenderness as he guides you carefully to the couch, soft pillows and a cozy blanket waiting.

You sink into the cushions, feeling his warmth beside you, the steady beat of his heart calming the spinning world. He presses a cool cloth to your forehead, his touch feather-light and soothing.

“I’m sorry,” you mumble, voice heavy. “I didn’t mean to… get so silly.”

Pedro shakes his head, brushing his fingers through your hair. “I love your silly. It’s the best part of you.”

The clock ticks quietly as you lean into him, eyelids growing heavy. His voice is soft, a gentle murmur that seems to wrap around you like a lullaby.

“I’m here. Always.”

And as the wine warmth fades, replaced by the deeper warmth of his love, you know it’s true. No matter how many times you fall, Pedro is always there to catch you — steady, strong, and endlessly patient.

The warmth of Pedro’s arms around you is steady and sure as he lifts you from the couch. Your body feels heavier than usual—soft and melting into his embrace like a slow river finding its way to the sea. You nuzzle your face against the familiar weight of his chest, breathing in the comforting scent of his cologne mixed with that faint trace of cedarwood soap he uses.

The room spins just slightly, a gentle carousel of soft light and shadows, and you feel the familiar flutter of dizziness that always comes with a few too many glasses of wine. But Pedro’s grip is firm, grounding you, the anchor you always come back to no matter how far your thoughts wander.

“Easy, mi amor,” he murmurs softly, voice deep and calm like a lullaby. “I’ve got you.”

You blink up at him, eyelashes heavy, your smile teasing despite the haze clouding your mind. “You’re like my personal superhero, but with better hair.”

Pedro chuckles, the sound warm and easy in the quiet room. “Better hair, huh? I’ll take that over a cape any day.”

He shifts carefully, easing you to your feet and then toward the bedroom. Each step he takes is slow and deliberate, a careful choreography of care that makes you feel safe and cherished. You feel your knees wobble once or twice, but his arms hold you steady, never letting you falter.

When you reach the bedroom door, Pedro flips on the soft lamp by the bedside table. The room glows in gentle amber hues, shadows dancing on the walls, wrapping you in the same kind of warmth you feel in his arms.

He sits on the edge of the bed and gently lowers you down onto the cool sheets. You sigh, sinking into the softness with a contented little moan, the tension in your muscles slowly dissolving.

Pedro pulls the blanket over you, smoothing the fabric over your legs and up to your shoulders with tender care. His hands linger, brushing the stray hair from your forehead, tracing the curve of your cheek.

You catch his eyes in the dim light, those eyes full of love and steady devotion, and your lips curve into a sleepy smile.

“Pedro…” you begin, voice thick and soft, “do you think… do you think you’d make a good secret agent?”

He raises an eyebrow, amusement flickering through his gaze. “A secret agent?”

You nod enthusiastically, the words tumbling out in a lazy, affectionate rush. “Yeah. But you’d be terrible. Because you’d smile too much. Like, even when you’re supposed to be serious and sneaky, your smile just gives you away.”

Pedro laughs quietly, the sound wrapping around you like a warm blanket. “I guess I’d be the worst secret agent ever.”

You grin, eyes sparkling even in your tipsy haze. “You’d definitely get caught. But honestly, I think that’s kind of perfect. You being all open and goofy and loving… it’s like your superpower.”

His hand moves to cup your cheek, thumb stroking softly in slow, calming circles. “That’s the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me,” he says quietly, voice thick with emotion.

You blink slowly, the softness in your gaze making your heart ache with tenderness. “Promise you won’t tell anyone, but sometimes I think you’re just a big puppy pretending to be a tough wolf.”

Pedro chuckles, shaking his head as his thumb brushes your cheek. “If that’s true, then I’m the happiest puppy alive.”

You reach up with a sleepy hand, fingers curling around his wrist. “I like that… I like my big, goofy puppy.”

He leans forward then, pressing a feather-light kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering for a moment as if sealing a precious promise.

“You’re my favourite person in the whole world,” he whispers, voice almost too soft to hear.

Your eyelids droop, the warmth of the wine and his love wrapping around you like a cocoon. But just before sleep claims you, your voice surfaces again, playful and sweet.

“Don’t forget to tuck me in every night, okay?”

Pedro smiles, brushing his fingers gently through your hair. “Never. I promise.”

You hum contentedly, feeling your heart slow, your breathing deepen. You can feel him settle beside you, the steady press of his body offering a comfort words could never reach.

The quiet of the room is a gentle embrace, the only sound the soft rhythm of your breathing mingling with his.

You think about the kids, safe with his sister, and a tender, grateful feeling blooms inside you. Tonight, this moment is just yours and his — unfiltered, imperfect, and perfect all at once.

You reach out again, fingers tracing the line of his jaw, marvelling at how real and steady he feels.

“Pedro…” you whisper one last time, voice barely more than a sigh. “Thank you. For always being here. Even when I’m silly and messy and… drunk.”

He smiles, the kind of smile that reaches deep into your soul and pulls you closer.

“I’m here. Always.”

And as your eyelids close, the last thing you feel is the warmth of his arms around you — a promise of love, safety, and forever.

[starberry-cupcake]

I want to tell you a story today.

Let me tell you about how I was finally able to finish a collection of incredibly specific 20+ year old elusive esoteric booklets, after years of looking for them.

No, no, wait, don't scroll past yet. Hear me out.

Is this the most interesting thing ever? It depends. Will it do numbers on tumblr? Not at all. Does this story sound like the statement from someone in The Magnus Archives? Absolutely.

"Statement begins", and all that.

Circa 2001-2002, I was a young girl and asked my dad for a little booklet on witchcraft. As young girls do.

It was part of a collection which was released in newspaper stands and, in my memory, it was something that you had to pay a bit extra to get alongside a specific newspaper, one that is rather informal. My mom also asked for one of the booklets, about past lives. My dad got them both when they released.

I was very interested in my little witchcraft booklet, I found the stuff both fascinating and recognizable. Any Latine can probably tell you about the very particular blend we have, especially in the outskirts of big cities, of brujería, curandería, santería and original people's cultural influences. The book reflected this in a way that sounded familiar and also gave new insights.

One day, though, my booklet disappeared.

I never had evidence of what happened but I had, at the time, a friend from school who was from a very religious family. She kept warning me about the book and how what I was doing was wrong and dangerous and how I would eventually "find Jesus". She just stopped mentioning it once the book mysteriously vanished. So, I don't have hard evidence that my book was taken, but I don't have much doubt.

I grew up and my interest for these types of things evolved to encompass different forms of folkloric and cultural insights, especially on how they represent different social contexts. I have a very particular and maybe conflicting view on spirituality but, in any case, these things interest me.

I also became an editor and I love peculiar publications. The history of publication of something, especially rare, can say a lot about its context.

I ended up reading and buying other books with esoteric themes, but that little booklet resonated still, because I could never find again something that spoke so directly to what I had grown up with.

There are a lot of publications about European and North American practices, very often the most popular folklore calendars are strictly set in the Northern Hemisphere. Some Latine authors tend to blend different things from abroad in their books, rather than talk about just us.

This little booklet was a one of a kind, I realized. In its humble and unapologetic simplicity, it contained the voice of who we were.

So, I set to find it again.

My mom had kept her booklet, the one about past lives. It had the name of the collection in it (Revelaciones), the name of the publisher (Agedit) and a list of all the books in the collection at the end. They were 12 in total. There was not a single author name in sight.

The list includes: Numerology, Runes, Past Lives, Modern Witchcraft (the one I had), Chiromancy, Tarot, Dream Interpretation, Crystals, Tasseography, Graphology, Chinese Zodiac and Astrology.

For a long while, my search only resulted in sold out listings of one or two copies. I also came across additional findings that made my search difficult (this is where I get nerdy in a publishing way):

These books had been out of print for almost 20 years, when I started searching.

These weren't really "books" per se, they were published as such (they had an ISBN) but were sold as if they were magazines.

They were never distributed to bookstores and didn't have any new editions or reprints: they had, most likely, only one print run for each booklet.

The ISBN of the book I had didn't show results online.

I found out the reason for these two points through an archived government official bulletin: the publisher went bankrupt in august of 2003.

Given that there were 12 books, they would have taken between 4 months and a year to complete the collection, depending on how often they came out, so the collection ended shortly before the publisher closed down.

Because of the way in which they were distributed (through newspaper stands) they were given by consignment, meaning the booklets that weren't sold were given back to the publisher when the next issue came out.

Due to the fact that the publisher went bankrupt shortly after, it's highly unlikely that remaining copies were sold as such, it's much more likely that they were sold as paper for re-purpose.

Especially since 2001-2003 was a Bad Time for the economy of Argentina. A Really Bad Time.

The books were edited before the book law changed to make mandatory the use of a bibliographical index, so the books themselves don't have the information now required to register a book printed inside them.

There is not a single author name anywhere.

I found out that the publisher had a very wide variety of magazines of different subjects, including a kids' magazine of the channel I started watching anime in as a kid. Between Captain Tsubasa and cartomancy there's just one step.

So, the only avenues left were patience and book sellers who dealt with used copies of both books and magazines.

After some years of searching, in 2022, the book appeared in two different online sellers: one sold it alone and the other in a set with other 8 books from the collection, including the one my mom had. The book sold alone seemed in worse condition and the set had a lower price per unit.

So, I bought the set of 9.

They were in pretty good condition, all things considered. These books were not meant to last. The paper weight vs cover weight ratio is bonkers (the cover is magazine thin), the binding is poor and the books are almost all slightly different sizes. They also have different fonts for the titles. From an editing point of view, they're atrocious.

That only made them so much more interesting to me.

Only one of the books I got in that set had an explicit author: Chinese Zodiac. I assume that one was commissioned to the person whose name appears in it. I did google the man and he doesn't seem to be much of a writer of the subject anymore, he specializes in Tai Chi and Kung Fu, apparently. Seems that his expertise only extended to that one book in particular.

The rest, though. The rest are a mystery.

I don't know if they were written by the publishing team or one person, but they feel like there was one person behind them, for the way they're worded and how they talk to the reader. Or, at least, a different person for different books. They're not detached enough to feel like the work of a team investigation project.

They are also more involved than a newspaper stand collection has any right to be. Talking about Saint Germaine and Cornelio Agrippa and geological specifics of crystal structure. At age 12-13 I wouldn't have paid attention to that but now, knowing what it takes as an editor to put this out and knowing they were a sinking publisher, I've got to respect the craft.

However, the ISBN situation is a NIGHTMARE. The collection changed the ISBN format for these books once every four books.

I could have stopped there. I had my original book, it was just as I remembered, and I got 8 extra books, some with subjects I was very interested in.

However, the tarot book was not included in the set. And that was one I really wanted to get. So, the search continued.

In 2023, my sister gifted me the tarot book. It was from a seller who only had that one and it was in worse shape than the rest. It feels like it was used more than the others. Something was definitely spilled on it. Someone might have learned with it for a long time.

It was very in-character with what I knew from the collection that it focuses solely on Tarot de Marseilles, which is the one most commonly used here (the cover of the book has an RWS deck, so whoever made the cover did not consult with the mysterious author, who used Marseilles iconography inside).

But, again, unnamed author. And the ISBN situation wasn't getting any better. The format of the ISBN in the tarot book matched the one in the crystals book, which gave me an idea of the order list being more or less accurate. Emphasis on "more or less", you'll see.

At this point, I was deep into this. I had 10/12 books, I thought I might as well try to complete the collection, right? How hard could it be?

Well, the two books left were the most elusive of the bunch: chiromancy and dream interpretation.

During my years researching these books, the chiromancy book showed up in pictures just once. I knew what it looked like, but I hadn't seen it for sale. Ever.

That is, until it popped up in early 2024.

I made a post about it at the time. This one was the most expensive of the bunch (not crazy expensive, not even the price of a brand new novel, but expensive in comparison with the others) but it was the first of its kind I had seen in all my years looking, so I got it as soon as I could.

By this time, some repeats had shown up here and there of the books I already had, including a Tarot book in better shape, but I had to draw the line somewhere. There are some that seem to be easier to find than others. Maybe because they were more popular back then, so they didn't get returned to the publisher to turn into pulp.

The dream book though? I still had never seen it.

Not a photo, not an old listing, nothing. I had no frame of reference for what that one looked like, only the title listed in the other books (Interpretación de sueños).

I started losing hope on that one. I started wondering if maybe it had never been released in the first place. Or that maybe it was the most popular one, so people kept it more often than selling it. After all, dream interpretation can be more mainstream a subject than palmistry or tasseography.

The one thing making me doubt that it was unreleased, the one thing keeping me going, was that the last two books on the list (astrology and Chinese zodiac) were listed in an incorrect order until the 11th book. Remember I said the list was "more or less" accurate? Things can't be that simple with this collection.

The list at the end of almost all of the booklets makes me think that astrology was meant to be the last one, but it ended up coming out as the 11th, and they changed the list order upon its release. Maybe the only known author who was commissioned, for the Chinese zodiac book, needed more time to turn in the manuscript.

I thought that, if they had taken the time to change the end list by the 11th book, even if there were only two left, they would have probably removed the dream one had it not come out as planned.

So, it had to exist.

Last week, I was thinking about the books again, as I have done for years, with my hopes of finding the last one almost non existent.

I decided to check in MercadoLibre and wasn't finding it. I went on google and wasn't finding it. I went to google images and nothing. I changed some of the words in the google images search here and there and...

IT SHOWED UP

It had been listed for sale 6 days prior to my search. By a bookstore called "Gluck". My German is beginner-level but I'm pretty sure that means "luck" (at least "glück" does). What are the odds?

The price was pretty cheap but the shipping was a bit steep, so I looked if they had a used copy of Lestat I was looking for, to make up for the shipping cost. I wanted an old Lestat to go with my well-loved 90s edition of IWTV. Turns out, they had an old copy of Lestat, for cheap, because it had what looks like a bite in a corner of the cover. A dog bite, I mean, or cat, not sure which. Perfect. Glück indeed.

So, last week, it finally arrived. The last piece of the puzzle. The dream book.

Turns out, the title was wrong all along.

The list had it as Interpretación de sueños and it was actually called El significado de los sueños. No author, but a promising table of contents. It wasn't the subject I was most interested in but the variety of topics covered is a lot more interesting than I expected.

Still, the most important thing here is that I FINALLY HAVE THE WHOLE SET.

Some insane things about the collection, now that I can look at all of it for myself:

Almost all are mismatched in size

Some have printing mistakes (for example, Astrology has cut marks and extra blank space that wasn't removed)

The last one is wider

The first one doesn't have the list of books

The one about past lives has a different title in the spine than in the book

The one about dreams has a different title in the list than in the book

The one about crystals has a different title in the list than in the book and spine

The one about tasseography has also a different title in the list than in the book and the spine

Most of the cover photos seem to be from different sources, I always believed the one my original book had was taken by the people making the book, because the little owl on it is a Kinder toy I had as a kid

I can now tell you how the ISBN works, so you can look at the madness with me.

The first 4 books have a different ISBN for each, with a change in the part of the ISBN that signifies particular book.

It goes from 8 to 11 and the book with the number 9 is listed as 3rd and not 2nd in the interior list (in my memory, it was 3rd, because that was my mom's book and mine came after, but who knows). All of these have a side bar code with the number 00001.

The next batch of 4 continues having a different ISBN for each book, from books 12 to 15, but the side bar code number also changes, going from 5 to 8, signifying the number of the book in the specific collection.

The last batch of 4 all have the same ISBN, as if they were the same book, with the number 22 (what happened to 16-21? who knows), but they do continue with the side bar code numbers from 9 to 12.

It's wild. I wouldn't have been able to predict anything from this.

Still, here they finally are. I have collected them all. And here's the one that started the interest for this quest.

Put together, they constitute a pretty vast amount of pages. The booklets by themselves look rather short but, together, it's a pretty impressive amount of stuff, and quite detailed for each topic.

I still don't know who wrote them, if it was one person or several, or if they even remember working on them, since it's been about 22-24 years since they came out and it seems to have been the dying breath of a now defunct publisher that didn't specialize in the subject.

But I hope that, wherever they may be, they know some people appreciated their work. Because these little messy books have a lot of personality and represent where I come from better than other more polished publications have ever been able to.

[tammyjackson50-blog]

Sam is sleeping at your place tonight \\ S.M

Summary : It was another one of those days where your boyfriend stayed over for the night. But what happens when instead of sleeping, something else happens?

// kisses, touching a bit, a bit of 18+ stuff , both of you are 18 or 19...

(I totally forgot that Sam is literally 16 in the movie 🙃)

next part ->

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The soft glow of the TV illuminated the room, casting shadows across the walls as you and Sam lay on your bed, cuddling.

Your leg draped over his.

Sam got hooked by the show, but you were focusing at his face,

admiring the contours and features you knew so well.

His natural beauty, without makeup, had a unique charm for you.

In the quiet of the night, surrounded by one another's warmth, It was the simplicity of being together that gave you joy.

"You look beautiful without makeup, Sammy" you whispered softly, your words barely audible over the sound of the TV.

Sam turned to you, a hint of surprise in his eyes, followed by a warm smile that reached all the way to his eyes "Thanks, babe" he said.

"I also love your profile side" you said, running your finger along Sam's jawline.

He tilted his head slightly, the soft glow of the TV drawing attention to his features.

"Really?" he asked, his tone slightly shy.

With a soft smile on your lips, you nodded. "Yes, without a doubt" You replied, appreciation clearly visible in your look, "It's just as beautiful as the front view"

A mixture of passion and affection colored Sam's face who felt grateful for your compliments.

"What's going on right now, baby?" He laughs, taken aback by your surprising compliment, you chuckle at his confusion,"Just feeling extra appreciative of your beauty tonight, that's all" you say, your tone light and affectionate.

Sam's laughter fills the room, the sound echoing with warmth and happiness "Well, I'm not complaining" he said as he pulling you closer for a hug.

You meet Sam's gaze, feeling a flutter of excitement in your chest as he looks down at you, his eyes linger on your lips, and when he asks, "Y/N? Can I kiss you?" your heart skips a beat, you nod, a soft smile spreading across your lips, your eyes locking with his, "you don't need to ask" you whisper, closing the distance between your lips in a sweet, tender kiss.

Suddenly you hear a knock on the door, causing you both to sit up fast like you did nothing "Yes?" You said, "Kids, can you turn the TV down a little?" "I'm going to bed" your mom said.

You exchange a quick glance with Sam, a smile playing on your lips as you both try not to laugh. “Sure, Mom” you call out, trying to sound casual despite the lingering heat of the moment. "Good night!" Sam adds, his voice filled with amusement.

As the sound of your mother's footsteps fade away, you both break out into quiet laughter, the interruption only adding to the sweetness of the moment.

"Let's go to sleep, I need to help my dad tomorrow with the house, you know." You nod understandingly, "But..." he continues, a hint of frustration seeping into his voice, "I really would like to kiss you again" you meet his gaze with a soft smile "Of course you would" you joked, your heart skipping a beat at the thought of another tender moment shared between you two.

With a gentle sigh, Sam leans in, pressing a lingering kiss to your lips before reluctantly pulling away, "Why are you disappointed like it's the end of the world" you laughed "well.." he adjusts his sweatpants "Not now..."

You watch as Sam adjusts his sweatpants, a mix of desire and frustration evident in his movements.

His words trail off, leaving the suggestion hanging in the air.

You meet his gaze, "Maybe we can steal a few moments" you suggest, a playful smile tugging at your lips.

Sam's eyes light up at your suggestion, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. "Yeah?" he murmurs, the excitement evident in his voice.

Without waiting for a response, he closes the distance between you, his lips capturing yours in a passionate kiss.

Time seems to stand still as you lose yourselves in each other, the world outside your bedroom fading away.

As the kiss deepens, a wave of desire washes over you, igniting a fiery passion between you and Sam.

His hands roam gently over your body, tracing every curve that sends shivers down your spine, your fingers tangle in his hair, pulling him closer as you lose yourself in the intoxicating heat of the moment. Time seems to stand still as you explore each other with a fervent hunger, your bodies moving in perfect harmony.

As you reluctantly break the kiss, a breathless chuckle escapes your lips. "We should stop," you say softly, though your own desire still burns brightly.

Sam looks at you with a mix of longing and uncertainty, his eyes searching yours for reassurance. "Are you sure?" he asks, his voice husky with desire as he leans in to kiss you again.

Despite the tempting pull of his lips, you gently place a hand on his chest, meeting his gaze with a smile. "Yeah, I'm sure," you reply, your voice filled with affection. "We have all the time in the world for this Sam" With a final lingering kiss, you both reluctantly pull away,

" You can't do this to me right now " he said, joking leaning in to kiss your neck, you laugh softly at Sam's playful protest, feeling a rush of warmth as he leans in to kiss your neck.

His lips against your skin send a shiver down your spine, and you tilt your head back, savoring the sensation. "You're the one who started it" you tease, a smile playing on your lips as his kisses trail along your neck.

Despite the temptation, you gently push him away with a playful pout. "But seriously, let's save the rest for other time" you say, Sam chuckles, pressing a final kiss to your lips before settling back beside you, his arm draped protectively over your waist.

"Well, you are the one who gave me those compliments" he said, making you gasp softly and turning you around in surprise as Sam's lips find yours once more.

His hands roam over your body, sending electric pulses of pleasure through your veins.

You find yourself melting into his touch, unable to resist the magnetic pull of his desire.

As he squeezes your breasts softly, a moan escapes your lips, the sensation sending waves of pleasure coursing through you.

Lost in the heat of the moment, you surrender yourself completely to the intoxicating bliss of his touch, knowing that with Sam, every moment is filled with love and desire.

you find yourself melting into his touch, unable to resist as he squeezes your breasts softly, a moan escapes your lips, the sensation sending waves of pleasure coursing through you.

As his lips continue to caress yours, the world around you fades into a blur, leaving only the two of you lost in a haze of passion and desire. His touch ignites a fiery longing within you, sending your heart racing with every gentle squeeze and tender kiss.

You find yourself craving more, your body arching towards his in a silent plea for closeness.

Feeling Sam shift his weight, you gasp softly as he settles on top of you, his gaze burning with desire as he looks down at you.

Your breath catches in your throat as his hands roam over your body, his touch sending shivers of pleasure coursing through you.

Lost in the intensity of the moment, you wrap your arms around him, pulling him closer as you lose yourself in the heat of his embrace.

"Hey" you murmur between kisses, "you're pretty good at this whole making out thing" Sam grins against your lips, his hands tracing patterns along your sides, "Well, I've had a lot of practice" he teases, his voice husky with desire.

You playfully roll your eyes "Oh, is that so? Should I be jealous?" He chuckles, leaning in to nuzzle your neck "Nah, you're the only one who gets to experience my expert kissing skills", You laugh softly, running your fingers through his hair "Lucky me" you quip, pulling him closer for another kiss.

you playfully nudge Sam with your elbow "So, tell me, Mr. Expert Kisser, what's your secret?"

Sam smirks, his eyes sparkling mischievously "Ah, well, it's all about the technique" he replies with mock seriousness.

You raise an eyebrow, "Oh really?"

Leaning in close, Sam whispers conspiratorially, "It's all in the lip action" He punctuates his words with a series of exaggerated kissing noises, causing you to burst into giggles.

"Is that so?" you tease, running your fingers along his jawline "I'll have to take notes for future reference", Sam laughs, pressing a quick kiss to your nose. "Consider it a masterclass in smooching" he says with a wink, before capturing your lips in another passionate kiss.

Sam suddenly pulls away, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Wait a minute," he says, pretending to search his pockets, "I think I have something that'll take our makeout session to the next level."

Curious, you watch as Sam rummages around before producing a small tube of lip balm, you raise an eyebrow, unsure of what to expect, "Trust me," Sam says with a grin, uncapping the lip balm and applying it to his lips with exaggerated precision.

You can't help but laugh at the sight of him, his playful antics bringing a smile to your face. "What are you doing?" you ask, trying to stifle your giggles.

"Just adding a little extra...flavor" Sam replies with a wink, leaning in to kiss you once more.

As his lips meet yours, you can't help but taste the sweet hint of the lip balm.

You pull away from the kiss, unable to contain your laughter as you look at Sam with mock disbelief. "You are so weird, Sam," you say between giggles, shaking your head in amusement. "That's the last thing I expected from you to do."

Sam grins, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he shrugs, "Hey, I like to keep you on your toes" he says, his tone playful,

"Life's too short to be predictable."

You chuckle, reaching out to ruffle his hair affectionately. "Well, you definitely succeeded in surprising me," he lean in to capture your lips in another kiss, the taste of the lip balm adding an extra layer of sweetness to the moment.

You gently place your hands on Sam's chest, trying to suppress a laugh as you push him away gently. "No, enough, Sam," you say firmly, though the laughter still dances in your eyes "We really need to sleep."

But Sam doesn't seem to heed your words, his kisses growing more insistent, you can't help but giggle as his persistence, even as you try to maintain some semblance of seriousness.

"Sam, seriously" you protest, though the smile on your lips betrays your amusement, "We have to get up early tomorrow" Sam finally relents, though a mischievous twinkle remains in his eyes.

"Okay okay" he says with a grin, rolling over to his side of the bed, "But no promises about tomorrow night."

You laugh softly, shaking your head in fond exasperation as you settle back into the bed beside him.

With a final kiss goodnight, you both drift off to sleep.

Should I make part two? ;)

Edit:

Even though no one asked, I'm still going to try to make a second part to this, lol.

[aventurineswife]

can I request Aventurine x f!reader if they had a teenage daughter

The Best Investment

Summary: In a cozy evening at home, you and Aventurine enjoy a quiet moment with your teenage daughter, Airi, who has inherited her father’s cleverness and curiosity. Aventurine listens attentively as Airi discusses her school project, showing a side of patience and warmth he reserves only for family. After she leaves, he reflects on the life you've both built, sharing a quiet, proud moment with you.

Tags: Dad!Aventurine x Mom(Female)!Reader, Family fluff, Domestic life, Soft Aventurine, Parent-child bond, Intimate romance, Warmth and Affection.

Warnings: Mild Romantic Intimacy, daughter is named Airi but you can change it to your liking.

In the quiet ambiance of your home, you sit in the living room, cozy in a thick blanket as you watch your teenage daughter, Airi, animatedly explain her latest school project to Aventurine. He leans back in his seat, an indulgent smile playing on his lips, his eyes catching every gesture and word. He may be a brilliant strategist and a high-stakes risk-taker, but when it comes to Airi, he’s always attentive, supportive, and—most of all—patient.

She has his cleverness, that spark of curiosity mixed with a touch of rebelliousness, and you've often laughed, whispering that Airi is indeed her father’s daughter. You still remember his stunned expression when you first shared the news of your pregnancy, followed by the fierce determination in his eyes as he promised he’d always be there for you both. It was a vulnerable side of Aventurine few ever saw, but one that you cherish.

“Dad,” Airi says, holding up a small drawing she made for her project. “I’m going to need supplies, maybe some paints. Could we go to the art shop together?”

Aventurine’s eyes soften as he looks at her. “Of course, but I expect you to use those paints wisely,” he teases, raising a playful brow. “Art is an investment, after all.”

“Right.” she smirks, clearly used to his way of making everything a metaphor for investment and strategy. You chuckle, shaking your head, as Airi rolls her eyes, but both of them share a little smile.

After a while, as she heads off to her room, Aventurine leans back on the sofa beside you, slipping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you close. "We've done well, haven’t we?" he murmurs, his voice laced with pride and warmth.

You smile, resting your head on his shoulder. “She’s amazing. And she gets a lot of that from you.” you reply, giving his hand a gentle squeeze. He chuckles softly, almost as if he doesn't quite believe it, but the way he watches Airi’s bedroom door confirms he’s aware of just how deeply she’s impacted his life.

He shifts, turning to face you, that familiar smile playing on his lips. “I think the best investments I’ve made are in this family.” he admits quietly. In these moments, there’s no need for his elaborate words or his showy charm; it’s just you, him, and the life you’ve built together.

There’s something magical in that simplicity—a warmth that envelops you, solid and steady like the foundation he’s helped create.

As Aventurine’s hand slips down to rest at your waist, he leans closer, his voice dropping to a lower, softer tone. "Though… I can think of a few investments that deserve a bit more attention," he murmurs, his warm breath brushing against your ear.

A playful glint appears in his eyes, and his fingers lightly trace circles against your hip, igniting a spark in the small, quiet space between you. The look he gives you is full of unspoken promises, his usual confidence simmering into something a touch more intimate.

You raise an eyebrow, teasing back, "Shouldn’t you be planning Airi’s little art outing?"

“A perfectly good reason to call it an early night,” he replies smoothly, the corners of his lips turning up as he pulls you closer, his thumb brushing your jawline. “Besides, we’ve still got time before she even thinks about going to bed.”

His words linger, and the atmosphere between you both shifts, the ordinary evening melting into a private, stolen moment. His eyes catch yours, and without another word, he closes the distance, his kiss slow and lingering, as if savoring every second.

And for a moment, it’s just the two of you, your world quiet and close, wrapped up in that shared warmth as his touch grows bolder.

[chuunai]

Henlo I have something to add to the 100 followers event if that’s cool

Dazai with scenario 2 and prompt 16. Idk how these things traditionally go but…. Your stuff seems good so far and I’m excited to see what you do with this

Thank you thank you, Anon. Also sorry for how long this took everyone I swear I’m combing through the requests 3_3

✧˚ · . dad first, detective second - dazai osamu

who would’ve imagined the demon prodigy having a hellion of his own?

summary ⋆ ★ comfort, fluff, established relationship (marriage with reader), SFW → baby baby baby, Dazai really likes your boobs, etc.

It’s a perfect night, really.

Your warm body resting against his, limbs lazily tossed over each other as you snuggled and acted like lovesick fools. Moonlight poured in from the cracks of the curtains, casting small slivers on your face. Dazai couldn’t help but think of an angel when it came to you. A heavenly being that granted him a new life and forgave him for his past.

Nudging at your cheek with his nose, his voice came out in a sleepy tone.

“You should sleep, [name].”

His hand reached up to cup your face, playfully using his thumbs to gently close your eyelids like one would do with a body. He’d seen many people in the Mafia do that—try and make the deaths they caused seem more peaceful rather than a brutal end. Dazai himself never did that. No need in beautifying a simple concept of its finality and simplicity.

“Can’t. I know she’s about to wake up. It’s nearly eleven, and we put her to sleep at seven. I can tell.”

You shook your head stubbornly, looking at the baby monitor nearby where static noise and the occasional mix of a tiny snore and coo came from.

His little hellion.

Really, he had no clue how he got so lucky. First with the fact that he impregnated you and you carried his baby. Second with the fact that he had his own family now. And third with the fact she looked so much like him. Thick brown curls of hair on her head, big curious eyes that looked at him so adoringly. The tiny freckles and birthmarks scattered across her skin. She had some of your features, yes, but they were more subtle than his features.

Coupled with the fact that she was a bundle of energy and sass like him.

“I insist, pretty. Shinju needs her daddy too.”

He knew how much she made you tired with her habit for refusing to nap for more than an hour or two coupled with breastfeeding and the general responsibility and time that being a mom took. Dazai wanted to spend time with his daughter too and relieve your stress. You’d get sleep, he’d get to see Shinju. Win-win, in all accounts.

Hell, he even gave you puppy eyes in the darkness of your room.

“I…fine. But don’t wake me up if you screw up.”

Dramatically, he sighed and frowned, placing a hand on his heart.

“Does my ‘bella really think I’m an incompetent father? How heartbreaking and cruel of her!”

Much to his relief, you playfully groaned, pinching his sides lightly.

“I didn’t say that, dummy. God, I swear Shinju is more mature than you.”

Jesus, you were so insulting tonight. How was the baby that tried to put anything she could in her mouth more mature than him? Sure, he was a bit funny and childish, but he wasn’t a baby. Well, if he had his face buried in your boobs he’d be a baby. Still, it’s not his fault that they’re just so big and warm and squishy and seem to beg for his attention.

Which is what he soon did, resting his head on your chest while cupping them softly. You were wearing one of his shirts and a nursing bra underneath. He wished you weren’t wearing anything at all, but it wasn’t fair to ask for that when you recently gave birth just a mere two months ago. His libido lowered itself only for you. And when you did have sex—quickies when Shinju would nap—, he was so much nicer and loving than usual. The mother of his child didn’t deserve rough mean sex, no, she deserved gentle treatment under the sheets of their futon.

You deserved everything that he could possibly give you.

So when the small baby demon eventually began to wake up and whimper, he pressed a kiss onto your cheek and slowly got up, whistling a small tune under his breath before waking to the makeshift nursery nearby.

Opening the door slowly, he made his way to the crib and picked up his sniffling newborn, shushing her comfortingly.

“Shhh, it’s okay. Daddy’s here. We don’t want to wake up mama, okay?”

Her tiny hands balled up into fists, weakly moving around and occasionally hitting his chest. Sitting down on the rocking chair nearby, he fumbled around for one of her stuffed animals, grabbing the familiar bunny as he placed it in her arms.

“Look there, Shinju. It’s your bunny!”

From an authoritative Mafia executive to a tired loving father. Lord, Chuuya would be laughing his ass off. Or have that stupid face of confusion while he’d berate Dazai with questions about what unlucky woman had to bear his spawn. But what could that short alcoholic of a ginger say? No woman wanted to birth his babies.

He was quickly snapped out of his thoughts when Shinju’s tiny fingers began to grab at his chest, thinking he could feed her too. He could, just not straight from the source unlike you. Standing up, he went over to the mini-fridge nearby which contained bottles of your milk. It wasn’t too chilly, and so he carried it and the cooing baby to the kitchen where he warmed it up in the microwave.

After it warmed up, he carefully began to feed her, leaning back against the counter as he did so.

It still felt so odd to him. Caring and loving someone he helped to create. His self from ten years ago would never believe it—that they’d find love and even have a baby after escaping the Mafia. He had you to thank for that. The one who picked up the discarded pieces of his soul and welded it into the man he is today—a father first, and a detective second.

Kinda rushed the end but I couldn’t think of anything more :(

Tags: @twst-om-lover, @sinfulthoughtsposts, @xxcandlelightxx

[kohakhearts]

goh parentified child syndrome. go(h)

my time is here at last. thank you for enabling me <3 apologies for taking months to finish writing this giant post!

welcome to my dissertation on this fucking Dynamic <3

ok! first thing, let's establish our criteria for Parentified Child Syndrome. this is obviously not like, an actual diagnostic Thing, but there are a million and one articles out there for us to look through. so i did the tough work of scouring those to find some Symptoms we can use as anchor points here. a lot of this is split into "emotional" (parents seeking comfort from their children, rather than comforting them) vs. "material" (parents assigning their children responsibilities that are not age-appropriate (e.g. grocery shopping, paying bills, etc.)) needs, but for simplicity i'll just merge them together - because realistically, they often go hand-in-hand. so the primary symptoms we'll work with here will be:

disruptive childhood behaviours (particularly at school)

stress and anxiety

reluctance to participate in play/age-appropriate activities with their peers

difficulty acknowledging and accepting one's feelings

insecure attachment styles

need to feel "in control"

distrustful of others/self-reliant to a fault

absenteeism and poor performance in school

passive communication style

the other obvious prerequesite here is the family dynamic. so let's dissect that one a bit!

goh's family situation isn't actually like...100% clear. but i have analyzed every episode where his family is even mentioned like it's my full-time job and i have no reason to believe his grandmother actually lives with him. so in the scope of this essay, i am assuming that she lives nearby, and most likely has a key to the apartment, but does not live with them.

otherwise, we are given enough context to assume that camille and walker have been busy with work goh's entire life (though i'd choose to believe for my own sanity that in his infancy his mother at least wasn't working...though given the type of job she has, that's actually...kinda hard to say for sure). we can also assume that they've at least been self-employed for the majority of his life. it's clear that they are fairly well-established in the city/in their field by jn, and since goh is supposed to be 10 at this point, it makes sense to me that they've been building that company up pretty much his whole life.

in terms of the work they do, goh tells ash, my dad is a system engineer and my mom is a programmer. they run a company together. granted, we don't see very much of their actual workplace, but what we do see is completely void of other people. as in, camille and walker do all this work BY THEMSELVES.

nothing in the anime otherwise disputes this! if anything, goh's explanations of his parents' lifestyle just reinforces it. he also suggests that during periods of harsh weather and heavy system use, his parents are busier than usual. this implies that they are most busy during holidays. this is actually further implied by the flashback in jn015 where they explicitly say to him that they're sorry for having to work through the holiday. his reaction, being completely unengaged, not even really even acknowledging it, tells us that this is the norm.

however!! he also shows off a special device to horace in jn032 that he says his parents made specifically for him, to help him learn more about mew. this suggests that they must have some amount of free time to dedicate to him...but they show their love for him through material gifts related to their line of work (his computer set-up, too; he tells scorbunny that his parents set it all up for him).

otherwise, we see camille and walker privately share their concerns about goh (a clear awareness that he doesn't have many friends, concern about him being lonely because of them, etc.) but never actually confront goh with their concerns or appear to go out of their ways to do anything about it. i wrote a bit about this and the symbolism of having him catch a cubone of all pokemon in the episode we're introduced to his family here but the tl;dr is that camille and walker demonstrate care for goh to each other but not to him - presumably to compensate for their physical absence, we get the impression he's given a lot of freedom and little to no discipline.

which brings me to the first criterion:

disruptive childhood behaviours (with a side of absenteeism, which presumably contributes to poor performance in school)

goh's school life is obviously inconvienent to the plot progression, so for narrative purposes the writers have him just not go to school. in jn049 we get the explanation that goh had made a promise to their teacher to show up to school for tests...but the weird thing about this scene is that chloe's surprised by it:

since in jn001 and jn002 we see that chloe is goh's only point of contact amongst his schoolmates and that she hand delivers schoolwork to him at her dad's lab, the only way this exchange really makes sense to me is if it's a new arrangement. even the fact that goh makes a point of saying "hey, i followed through, go me" to their teacher here gives that vibe.

so, we can extrapolate from that that...prior to whenever this agreement was made, goh just didn't go to school because he didn't want to. but given how schools operate, we can pretty safely assume his parents are aware of this. and i have strong reason to believe that they have at least been on the receiving end of phone calls from teachers or administrators, because of these lines from jn015:

all things considered, this is a weird assumption to make, especially about your hyper-independent introverted child...unless there's a history of disruptive or unfriendly behaviour to inform that assumption. and based on goh's behaviour in jn001 at professor oak's pokemon camp, i don't think it's so out there to say the pattern probably was there.

goh is actually a super sweet kid towards his parents and has a clear admiration for them both. even in flashbacks, his whole thing is kind of like...he doesn't want to bother them. they fall asleep on family vacation and don't spend time with him? well, that's fine! he'll just find something else to do! in that same episode in the flashback sequence, they pick him up on the side of the road alone in the pouring rain and he doesn't say a word to them. even though he was angry and upset before.

so, yeah. i think it would make a lot of sense if he were well-behaved at home and not so much so at school. but camille and walker, even when they learn about things that happen, don't seem to probe or discipline him. whether because of any combination of giving him leeway out of guilt or of not wanting to encourage him to act out at home, we don't know. but the disconnect obviously exists.

which then contributes to

stress and anxiety, difficulty acknowleding and accepting one's feelings, and passive communication style

goh is socially awkward, yes, and clearly very anxious socially especially early on in jn, but a lot of that seems to come from an inability to express his wants and needs. i think jn003 has some of the most succinct examples of this - ash having to realize he's struggling and to reach down to him when they're climbing the tower in order for him to even accept that he can get (and needs) help getting up, and then later one when he stumbles over his words trying to ask ash to be his friend.

i think another good example is in jn007, after he gets knocked out at the flute cup. passive communication relies a lot on shifts in body language and in, well, passive statements. when ash approaches him to tell him to cheer up, goh doesn't actually really...respond to that. he does this

and then runs off. which he does fairly often, actually, even as late as jn135. it's emotional avoidance 101. literally just run away from the thing that's bothering you. something else we see in jn135 is him backing out of admitting he wants to go on a journey - because he is concerned about ash's reaction (though i think it's a little more complex than that, but i'll circle back to that).

and of course there's jn062, which i wrote a lot about in this post. but the whole thesis of the episode is that goh has learned through his relationships up to this point that it's okay to not understand your feelings but you still have to feel them. and it's actually a really beautiful character development moment for him, but also reinforces the fact that he still doesn't know how to grapple with his own emotions. after finally finding drizzile and explaining how he knew he would find it there, he starts to cry and doesn't know why. but even aside from feeling vulnerable, it's kind of a culmination of this stress he's been carrying with him throughout the whole episode...and the sense of responsibility he feels for driving drizzile away. which is a great segue into

insecure attachment styles and need to feel "in control"

if there's one thing i feel like people sleep on regarding goh's character, it's how much of a mother hen he is. he's obviously very thorough and thoughtful when it comes to looking after his pokemon - as in jn062 where he spends all that time chasing down drizzile after it runs away, even to the point of telling ash and chloe that they should stay behind because it's getting late but that he's going to keep looking - but he's the same way with ash.

off the top of my head, things like buying extra scones because he knew ash would want them, making ash wash his hands after eating ice cream, chastising him about punctuality, you know...very parental kind of things. he actually does it with horace too, when they first meet, by bringing a lunch for them both when he goes back to the forest to meet him again.

anyway, being a Mom Friend is cute and all, but it also REEKS of parentified child. taking on responsibilities that aren't yours to fulfill? yeah. that's a need to feel in control. it's what he's used to! it offers him security!

the other side of this is...chloe. goh's first friend, who he refuses to consider a friend, or let consider him a friend. but, like, she obviously IS his friend. and yet our introduction to them gives us this exchange

goh and chloe have a pretty tense relationship at the beginning of jn, wherein she is clearly trying to help him (by you know. getting his homework for him and shit) and he blows her off in a text message, which she complains is a repeating behaviour. chloe is obviously very loyal to him, even though he doesn't seem to repay the favour. again, there's a big disconnect here.

insecure attachments generally stem from anxiety over potential rejection and/or poor self-esteem cultivated in childhood based on parents’ emotional availability (or lack thereof) to their children. by keeping chloe an arm's distance away, goh keeps himself safe from the dangers of vulnerability, taught to him through childhood encounters with emotionally unavailable parents.

i'm not here to armchair diagnose (ok, who am i kidding, yeah i am), but i think goh's attachment style is anxious-avoidant. his clear avoidance of making friends, the multiple times we see him break off his friendship with ash only to minutes later be like "me and the bestie"...yeah, that's avoidance. but he does crave intimacy, arguably even more than he fears it.

hence why even though he knows ash would want him to journey on his own...he still convinces himself that actually telling ash that would be, as he calls it, a "betrayal of [their] friendship." my theory is that he's not concerned that ash will be upset - he's concerned that ash won't be upset enough. which is why when then ash turns it around on him and says he's going on a journey, goh gets upset and pushes him away. he does the exact same thing with horace when they're younger. just a complete 180 - he wronged me once, so he's the worst and i can't forgive him, ever.

the difference with chloe is that she actually takes care of him more than he takes care of her - which changes the dynamic from "i have to do everything to keep this person in my life, including suppressing my emotions for their sake" to "i cannot express to this person that i have needs and desires because they'll think i'm too much and they won't stick around if i do." which is primarily avoidant, but insecure attachment nonetheless.

this is extrapolation, but i think his relationship with chloe is so different because we are supposed to get the sense that they have a more familial dynamic. so, she's the one person he can't push away from him - but as he learned in his actual family dynamic, he also can't be too close to her. he doesn't want to be smothered; he doesn't want her to feel smothered by him. so they maintain a degree of separation that only begins to go away after her father begins literally housing and feeding him, thus integrating him and ash into their family in some honorary way.

which brings me to the last point, i guess, which is

reluctance to participate in age-appropriate activities with peers and self-reliant to a fault

these are, i think, the traits that jn is most blatantly attempting to better in goh throughout his arc. so i won't spend too long hashing it out, because i think these are things we all know he struggled with!

in flashbacks, we see him alone at school; during the first episode, at professor oak's camp, he is always physically distanced from the other kids and chloe even points out that he's basically doing professor oak's job at one point! he's not on the same level as the other kids and it's clear he doesn't want to be. when he meets horace, we see that it takes him some time to get comfortable enough with him to go explore the forest together and become friends.

he doesn't go to school, but that doesn't mean he isn't learning things - he becomes a very self-directed learner early on, from what he see. he's not just like...rotting in his room playing video games. he's studying and researching. the only times aside from with horace that we see him in a flashback doing something that isn't solitary is with pokemon - and even then, he's like...reciting their pokedex entries. his abra story at the end of jn is precipitated by him saying he was going through his dad's old pokedex (which is a whole other thing - this implies walker used to be a trainer, but neither of goh's parents seem to have pokemon...perhaps they're too busy with work to look after them? a theory for another time, i suppose, but it has undeniably being gnawing at my brain since that episode aired lol).

and of course, there's the fact that in jn062 he tells drizzile he was never comfortable with confiding in his parents or his grandmother...suggesting that he never confided in anyone, because we don't really get the sense from the whole "i don't NEED friends" exchange in jn001 that he considers chloe a reliable confidant, either.

the other place we see his flawed sense of self-reliance, aside from like...everywhere in the first 10 or so episodes, lol (something that is reflected pretty beautifully and symbolically in scorbunny's story, too!), is in project mew. he has to learn how to work in a team - and he clearly hates it. at this point he's found one person to rely on, but that already feels like too much. the raid battle with articuno is the most obvious example of this. he isn't good at being a leader, but he also isn't good at being a follower. because he's only ever been responsible for himself, and he doesn't trust anyone else to know how to direct him, but he also has no clue how to work within the parameters of a team.

i also want to say, as a final note, that i actually think this is all extremely intentional writing. obviously in the west we have a strong capitalism culture too, but the work culture in japan is very toxic (just google "japan work culture" and you can see right away how intense it is lol) and i'm not actually surprised at all that pokemon would make such a direct commentary on that - a lot of japanese kids could probably relate to goh and his emotionally absent, work-obsessed parents! they are clearly pretty well-off, but their dedication to work supercedes matters of home and family, because that's how it's supposed to be. as a result, goh admires them a lot for this dedication - but his arc is primarily about letting go of the "work" part of interacting with pokemon and learning how to have fun and make the most of his experiences. and i think that's a really lovely message for modern pokemon to be sending to kids :')

[clairewritesfanfics]

greetings writerclaire , sorry if this comes across as a request , I just wanted to leave this idea to you since I had just read ur water bending reader and wanted to ask what do you think of a focalor like reader for the invincible variants where she sacrificed herself inorder to save earth because of a prophecy similar to the one with fontaine and she left her counterpart furina behind .

Like do you think they would hate furina (why would they I mean she's amazing) because she is the only thing reader left behind . Or they would discover her plan and try to stop her. What would they think about her ideals and dream (to be a human ) .

Like I just been thinking about it for a while now and have no one to share this with .

Listen closely, anon, Furina is my queen. No joke, no exaggeration; playing through her story gave me hope to live during a very dark time in my life and her character gives me light during my darkest moments even to this day. She's my pfp on AO3 and she's the only character I have that is C6.

So congrats, you've released my inner simp. Be prepared for a speech.

I'm currently preoccupied with other requests and my own personal projects, however, I love Furina so I may make a more dedicated fanfic post about a Furina!Reader in the future.

For now, I'll give you my initial impressions, opinions and headcanons on the matter.

Firstly, I need you to understand that by default, my version of Mark and his variants are green flags towards the Reader. They can be assholes and monsters to everyone else; their mom, their dad, their hypothetical half-brother that apparently only exists in one reality despite the fact that that isn't how infinity works (*eyeroll* sidenote: I still think Angstrom's a fucking idiot with limited inter-dimensional teleporting ability because there is no way there are so few good Marks and only a single copy of his brother across INFINITE timelines), Cecil, Eve (that homewrecker /j), etc. but they adore the ground that Y/N walks on and if anything, the Marks are the Reader's pets in my fanon, always yearning for her/his/their approval and affection.

This default character setting for the Marks means that they cannot hate Furina in my works, because Furina (Reader) is a part of the person they love. For the sake of simplicity, I'm going to refer to Original Reader as Focalors, Reader as Furina, and use she/her.

They will all be heartbroken but some are going to handle the pain better than the others. Main Mark, Head Cap, Mohawk, Maskless and Prisoner will remember Focalors but they will hide their tears from Furina.

The others are convinced that Furina and Focalors are one and the same. I'm not saying they're wrong, there's an argument to be made there depending on how you view the Holy Trinity but we aren't discussing that now, but the way they interact with Furina causes confusion for her because they still think she has her past self's memories. This group will include No Goggles, Full Mask (?? I'm still unsure whether I should put him here or on the well-adjusted group), Shiesty, Flaxan, and Viltrumite.

The last group will be holding onto some resentment, and while they try their best to push it down because they do love Furina, their true feelings can overflow (pun intended): Omni-Mark, Target, and Sinister. That doesn't mean that they don't want Furina around, after all, they would rather have traces of their beloved instead of nothing at all.

If you've made it this far, thank you for reading.

I love Furina and Angstrom is an idiot with weak-ass powers.

[michanvalentine]

I've now decided to write down my progress in my adventure as Karlach as I go, so I can bore you all to dea— ahem, I mean, so I don’t miss any noteworthy moments! Basically, I'll be documenting all the dumb things I do or think while playing! xD

So, the big moment has finally arrived. The little innocent one—Astarion—tried to take a nibble out of big mama K in her sleep. She took it well, lol. At worst, the vampire spawn would’ve ended up roasted, after all.

Here, I have to highlight something: even though Karlach can't feed Astarion, he still gives approval points just for kindness, and I’m not just talking about trusting him (which does grant approval, of course). The dialogue option I chose was, "I'd love to help you, Astarion, but unfortunately, my body won’t allow it." This means that, for Astarion, kindness and understanding matter more than the blood itself—and we're talking about a vampire who's never really been able to feed properly! Then, of course, he sulked off to go hunting in the woods, all mopey and pouty. Sorry, love, we’ll smash some goblins on the road later so you can have breakfast!

Naturally, the shameless flirting has begun, so I gifted him the Necromancy of Thay, and we rudely interrupted the two lovebirds going at it—much to my little gremlin’s delight. By the way, this is the first time I’ve managed not to kill that sweet couple in the middle of their... passionate moment, because Karlach just burst out laughing like a true barbarian, and the two stormed off, all indignant! xD

And for the record, I absolutely love when the game, as a barbarian, gives me the option to just smash things instead of having to think or talk my way through! I think I might be a bit of a barbarian myself.

Obviously, Gale is munching on boots, armor, necklaces—basically anything I can find. The boy—well, the hot old wizard in my case—is well-fed and happy. His approval is the highest of all, tied with Astarion (closely followed by Wyll and Shadowheart, while Lae'zel absolutely hates me, sob).

We talked about Mystra and shared a sensual moment in the Weave, which, in Karlach’s mind, ended with the two of them having dinner together. The thing that really got to me—and damn, I almost shed a tear—was Karlach’s specific dialogue option during the spell, where she could think of her mom and dad dancing in the kitchen as her moment of absolute peace. It’s such a beautiful image. I adore Karlach—her simplicity, her sweetness. I’m crying. I want to hug her (and horribly burn myself in the process)!

We met Gandrel and we also paid Auntie Ethel a little visit, and she was so happy to see us. So happy, in fact, that she threatened to rip out our spines and drink our bone marrow. Lovely. So, to save Myrina, we ventured into the depths of the hag’s lair, making noises somewhere between groans, grunts, and unsettling whimpers with every step. Guys, we’re a group of fearless heroes—we’re just going down some stairs, not climbing Mount Everest in a blizzard! For fuck’s sake! I can understand the wizard and the escort, but the rest of you? Wyll, Lae'zel, Shadowheart? You too, Karlach?! Shame!

Naturally, while traveling, we had some cheerful chit-chat about super lighthearted topics, like, you know, cults of dark deities, Shar-worshipping clerics with amnesia and excruciating pain for reasons unknown, or vampire lords enslaving elves and other folks for their own little torture hobbies. Karlach has become the group’s confidante.

Of course, Wyll just had to bring up Astarion’s rat-based diet, lol, to which Astarion very calmly responded with mild death threats. Then Shadowheart asked Astarion who he’d prefer to drink from, and, once again, our vampire made it clear that Wyll is his top choice because he’s sweet and virtuous.

And this is where I really want to emphasize that, in my opinion, Astarion has such a deeply complicated love-hate relationship with the idea of a hero.

All in all, I’d say we’re a perfectly dysfunctional yet well-bonded group of misfits with only the entire world’s salvation on our shoulders. No big deal, right?

I’ll wrap this up with the screenshot of the day—hands down, the best one!

We’re there talking to Fezzerk about Barcus, and big mama K is rightfully pissed, Wyll is anxiously watching the poor gnome hanging from the windmill blades, and Astarion…?

What is that face?

Astarion: Now kill him, now kill him! Shh, be quiet, Astarion—act like nothing’s happening and don’t let on that you can’t wait for it to happen. Come on, Great Furnace, tear him to pieces. I'll just stay here, thoroughly enjoying his screams and watching his limbs burn.

[affluent-havoc]

Byakuya's Mom?

I find her fascinating with her non-existent ways cus, depending how one interprets Byakuya's backstory, she can be vastly different! Perhaps his mother is still around in his life as a duo with Kijo, maybe the two having a sorta connection despite Togami's not allowing to be wed cus screw the rules. They wanna live their Disney Villain fantasies. Or, maybe the two are still together but not, Byakuya's mom simply being another cog in the Togami Conglomerate's machine in which both Kijo and her just ignore each other's existence. Maybe, instead of that, Byakuya's mom just had a business like contractual obligation to birth Byakuya, either via the sex or with Kijo being the sperm doner. Then, she simply gave birth and fucked off, either staying in whatever country she's at or booking it somewhere else around the world after being paid off by Kijo. Perhaps, she's living a cozy life as a botanist. Furthermore, another interpretation, one I've actually seen a bit in fics is Byakuya's mom somewhat being in his life for about a couple years just to raise him before he went of with Kijo. Depending on the interpretation, she can be an actually sweet person who may actually miss Byakuya when he eventually is gone, maybe not teaching him too much of anything but at least introduces him to the piano (maybe the violin too). Or, maybe, instead of being nice, she honestly couldn't care less of a shit about Byakuya. It's also interesting seeing these different Momma Togami and how Byakuya feels about here. Or well, not really Momma Togami cus she's not a Togami but there is literally no information on this woman anyway. For all we know, Byakuya could have just been born in a lab with how he never talks about her in canon. Hell! Byakuya could have 2 dads and we'd never know. For the sake of simplicity though, I'll still blab about his hypothetical mother. Which, depending on the interpretation can depend on if 1. Byakuya even remembers her 2. If he has fond memories of her 3. If he even cared to any extent about her and who she is 4. If he gained anything from being in her care. It's safe to say that he didn't really care with his motive video but again, it's really fascinating thinking about this hypothetical character and how little they matter, how mysterious they kinda are, and the interpretations that can be brought from the fact that, for the most part, someone had to give birth to make Byakuya Togami be born. Additionally, cus I dunno how to squeeze this in... ALSO LIGHT SPOILER LANGUAGE HERE! it's also a bit interesting imagining the hypothetical of his mom living somehow after the tragedy. After all, the Togami's fell but it never said that anyone who is tied to them but not a Togami themself died. So, Byakuya's half siblings (or some of them) could still be alive along side his hypothetical mother. That's about it though! Hope this was an interesting ramble! Stuff like this fascinates me and, as someone who really likes Byakuya, many readings on his backstory, character, and family is just really neat!

[secondarysefikura]

Sefikura child au misc. thoughts (cause it's been too long since I've done something about this au. Like a week, lol)

I want to flesh out the girls some more, so I'm going to work through this list of questions over a series of posts. First, the basics. I'll do Aerith first then Destiny after.

Aerith:

What is your full name?

Aerith Strife, but I don't use a last name much these days. My father also doesn't call me Aerith. He calls me Aria instead.

Where and when were you born?

Edge hospital, May 17 0011 (her birthday is coming up!!!!!)

Who are/were your parents? (Know their names, occupations, personalities, etc.)

Mom: Tifa Lockhart. Bartender and fighter

Mother: Cloud Strife. He's worked a whole lot of jobs over time, but he was mostly a delivery man when I was a kid. Now he stays at home and tends the house plus looks after me and my sister. Dad says that Mom gets confused easily, so he doesn't leave the property unless Dad is with him. He's kind of weird, but I love him. Even if we disagree a lot these days.

Father: Sephiroth. Former SOLDIER General. Currently working towards inheriting his legacy from his mother (my grandmother). He's firm but fair. He really cares about family, but he can be a bit intense about things sometimes. The concept of motherhood is like, really important to him. Sometimes he can be a bit weird towards Mom.

Do you have any siblings? What are/were they like?

I used to say I had two pseudo-siblings, Marleen and Denzel, but that was before Dad came back. Now I know that they're just humans.

My real sister is Destiny. She's really sweet; I used to be jealous of her but Dad explained to me that those negative feelings were misplaced. She loves painting and drawing.

Where do you live now, and with whom? Describe the place and the person/people.

I live with my parents and sister in the woods. It's a nice little two story cottage type thing that's away from society. It's good for Mom, cause he has a history of being manipulated by people. Being away from the city and it's bad influences is nice.

What is your occupation?

None.

Write a full physical description of yourself. You might want to consider factors such as: height, weight, race, hair and eye color, style of dress, and any tattoos, scars, or distinguishing marks.

(Writing this one out of character for simplicity)

Aerith grows to be about 5'11. She has a similar build to her parents. She spends a lot of time outside and is, as such, more tan than her ghosty mom and dad. Her hair is silver, although there are blonde and brown highlights throughout.

She has the same eyes as Sephiroth, which is one of her most noticeable features. She dresses in a mix of dark and light colours, wearing lots of dark reds, greys, and blacks but also light purple.

To which social class do you belong?

Well I'm the child of two basically gods (even though Mom is super insistent that we're just humans with some alien DNA and planet juice added.) so I guess upper class??? But when I was a kid I lived in Edge where there was only one class: working class.

Do you have any allergies, diseases, or other physical weaknesses?

I'm not telling you that.

Are you right- or left-handed?

Right handed!

What does your voice sound like?

Normal for a young woman? I think it's pleasant

What words and/or phrases do you use very frequently?

I seem to have to talk about things like manipulation and brainwashing a lot. Like a lot.

What do you have in your pockets?

I think I have a treat for the family pet. She's a bear named Lucy. We thought she was a stray dog when he found her, but we later discovered that she is a bear.

Do you have any quirks, strange mannerisms, annoying habits, or other defining characteristics?

The other kids used to say my eyes and hair were weird. Mom says that my disregard for humanity is weird.

Destiny

What is your full name?

Destiny!

Where and when were you born?

I was born at home! And I'm three! That's this many !!!

Who are/were your parents? (Know their names, occupations, personalities, etc.)

I have Mama, he's my mommy, and Daddy. He's my daddy. Their jobs are being my Mama and Daddy.

Mama is funny. He says silly things that make my big sister make weird faces. Daddy is fun. He takes me flying and exploring!

Do you have any siblings? What are/were they like?

Yep! My big sister is named Aerith. Daddy calls her Aria, so sometimes I do too. She's super fun to play with.

Where do you live now, and with whom? Describe the place and the person/people.

I live with Mama and Daddy and Aria

What is your occupation?

I don't know what that is!

Write a full physical description of yourself. You might want to consider factors such as: height, weight, race, hair and eye color, style of dress, and any tattoos, scars, or distinguishing marks.

Mama says that I'm supppperrrrr tall. And that I look like my grandma. I have brown hair and eyes and I like to wear dresses and cute things.

To which social class do you belong?

I don't know what that is!

Do you have any allergies, diseases, or other physical weaknesses?

I don't like peanut butter. Mama says that I'm not allergic but I think it's gross so I don't eat it. Ever.

Are you right- or left-handed?

Left, I think. Sometimes I get mixed up.

What does your voice sound like?

Mama says I sound cute!

What words and/or phrases do you use very frequently?

Mama, daddy, and Aerith. I say those words all the time!

What do you have in your pockets?

I have....three...no, four crayons!

Do you have any quirks, strange mannerisms, annoying habits, or other defining characteristics?

I don't know! I'll ask Mama or daddy sometime.

[sugar-omi]

bro that teen pregnancy shit fucked me upppp 😭 I fr am in tears and rolling around my bed lol

my brain went on a tangent halfway thru the moms section I was like damn okay what if mc and cove just ran away huh then what

AND THEN I remembered they’ve already ran away before which is part of why mom is so worried about cove’s influence and hellooooo???? full circle moment 🫢 made myself gasp fr

ya u make me think so many thoughts on this one good lordddd

-🗑️

LOL AWW I DIDN'T THINK EVERYONE WOULD GET SO EMOTIONAL </3 AND LMAOOO I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU THOUGHT ABT RUNNING AWAY AGAIN, PLEASE IS THIS GONNA BE A TRADITION LOL anyway, well good morning!!!! here's more angst n food for thought🤭🤭

tags : Angst / Hurt/Comfort, headcanons, fem/afab reader, pregnancy

[part 1: "everyone finding out cove and MC got engaged because they're pregnant"]

his whole world stops. his ears feel like they've been stuffed with cotton and his world is spinning outta control.

now lets assume the rubber broke, just for, simplicity n lore sake.

it's not that he wasn't already worried about this happening, he had been worrying about this for weeks since you realized what happened.

but even then, he already had the fear of god in him about this happening. both because his mom and dad were on him about safe sex, but also because he has a lot of feelings about being an accident n child to teen parents... and he really didn't want to recreate that situation or put feelings like that onto another life, another human with complex emotions and many many thoughts. a human and life he's responsible for.

it shocks him so much, because he's very worried about repeating of his childhood on his child, and his kid feeling the same way he did/does.

he already knows that either way, the babe will probably have mixed feelings on being a accident, and essentially being a bump in road of his young parents lives

but it's also everything he had been worrying about, finally coming to fruition.

even though he's very, very stressed and scared for your futures, he's long since decided to make it work. he really wants to make it work. he wants to do the best by you, and the babe. and he wants to give his kid what he didn't have.

but anyway...

you're very worried about dropping the news on him

and i bought you aren't surprised at how pale cove gets when you drop the news...

and if he's not sitting down already, he is now. (he might just faint, like forreal this time too from the looks of it...)

he's very emotional, and super nervous, but what scares you is that he's very quiet...

when he does speak though, his first question is "what're.. what are you gonna do?"

because before he gets too emotional, he wants to know what you want first. you're carrying the baby and you're the one who'd go through all the changes, and you're the one who has the most intense feelings and being pregnant makes your emotions n hormones even crazier and more intensified.

all that plus how young you two are? and all the plans you two had? yeah, it's a lot, and regardless of how he feels, he wants to do whatever you want and he'd understand if you decide not to keep it.

but if you say right then and there, you wanna keep it, cove says he'll take care of you, and the babe, comforts you and hugs you. then he says wants to get married..

or if you say you dont know... cove says you two will work through these emotions, and that no matter what, he'll take care of you, and the baby if you want it.

when you do eventually say you want to keep it, even if you say this a couple minutes after, or a few days after, cove comforts you again and promises you'll work through this, and that it'll be okay.

then he brings up getting married...

of course it's more emotional, and maybe even a bit romantic!

so imagine this, you're sitting on your bed, and you and cove are hugging each other, you're wrapped up in his arms and it's a great comfort.

you're both really emotional, and calming down after crying and having a moment.

cove pulls away, takes your hands in his and even with glassy, red eyes he has a determined expression. goes on about how much he loves you, and how much he treasures you, and that he's going to do his best for you, and take care of everything.

his speech probably draws you back to tears, even brings him to tears but he keeps going because he needs to tell you all this!!

"y/n... i want to marry you, i want us to be a family.. i know i don't have a ring and this isn't very romantic but.. will you marry me?"

doesn't matter if you say yes right away or if you ask him if he's sure he wants to get married, he reassures you he's not just doing this because he thinks it is what you and/or your or his family would want.

he wants to marry you anyway, why wait?

now about telling your parents.

regardless of if you have cove there while you tell them, or you do it alone, lets say cove finds out what your mom said about him being a bad influence.

i also think your moms are a bit icy with cove too, so even if he has to force out all the details of your conversation, he already knows your moms aren't happy

but to know your mom thought, maybe even thinks so still especially with the news, that he was/is a bad influence on you.

it makes him sad. because what if she, or even both your parents, thinks that cove is dragging your life down with marriage and a baby?

well, like i said in the first post, this totally opens up a new can of insecurities and doubts, and he kinda spirals into his own mind.

he even starts thinking about what if you regret marrying him, and/or having his baby. what if you decide you hate being a parent, or being married, or being a family all together?

what if this holds you back so much that you start to resent him. god he's so afraid of you resenting him.

and your moms being short with him doesn't make him feel better because now he just had a thought, what if your family hates him so much that they start talking to you about how much of a mess this is, and then you realize how they're right, and decide to leave him, or even worse, leave him and the baby?

it's all very irrational thoughts, and when he wakes up (after maybe 3 hours sleep), he realizes it is a bit.. ridiculous. just a bit. he knows you wouldn't abandon him so easily, and you certainly wouldn't be swayed by your family

but he also wouldn't blame you if you had, or have (now or in the future), any resentments. he just really wants it to work.

i think this is also the time when he realizes exactly how much his parents divorce fucked him up.

he very determined for you two to make it work as a family. not co-parents.

he wants to see his kid every day, he wants to see you everyday, he wants to celebrate every milestone as a family and he definitely doesn't want to fight with you like his parents did. and even more so doesn't want to make your kid hear or see all of it.

he doesn't wanna fight, and then you or him walk out for hours or days. doesn't wanna sleep in separate rooms, doesn't wanna sleep by the crib to comfort himself with the presence of his darling baby, or because you two fought, like his dad used to.

doesn't wanna have to explain why mommy* and daddy are fighting, or why they don't sleep in the same room, or why they aren't talking to each other, or why they aren't living together anymore.

definitely doesn't want to explain what divorce is and what that means for them.

(*just saying mommy for simplicity sake)

but he also doesn't want to repeat what his dad did, and take on all the burden by himself.

it's hard to find a balance too, because he's torn between working his ass off to provide and prove that he can do it, that you aren't making a mistake... and accepting help, or letting himself relax sometimes.

but i think wanting to be there for you during the pregnancy, forces him to leave his days more open.

of course he still works more than usual, but he also makes sure to carve out time to see you, and be there to comfort you or bring you food, flowers, or go on a date.

remember i mentioned therapy in the last post?

please encourage him to start it. because this is a very big transition in your lives, and you both want the best for yourselves and the baby, so lets do the work before they get here, okay?

fighting with his dad

now he definitely appreciates his parents concern, and their support and words of wisdom, all that stuff...

but when his dad says something like "you don't want to end up like me and your mom." or "you shouldn't mess up your future." or even if he insistently tells cove, "think about your future! y/n's future!"

cove gets upset, just because does that mean his dad is projecting onto him, and telling him that they're fucking up just like he and mom did? or is he telling him that he's dragging your future and his into the mud?

either way, that's what makes him say something mean, just like i said in the last post:

cove would probably end up saying something (a bit) hurtful like "i would never end up like you and mom." , "i would never marry MC if i didn't know it'd work. unlike some people, i'm not gonna make my kid listen to us argue and then try to play happy family." , or "trust me, my kid won't end up with a childhood like mine." / "trust me, my marriage won't end up like yours."

he definitely hangs up the call or walks away from his dad immediately afterward, shaking with anger and anxiety. he's so stressed. and he's worked up.

after the argument, there's only 2 places cove could go at this moment. to you, or to work.

and if he's at work, he's distracted, but tries to focus on his job. he's still mad at his dad, and he already feels like crying. he really didn't need his dad to doubt him.

he gets it. he gets it, he really really does. but he feels so fragile, that he'd really appreciate a little faith.

now if he's with you, which he'd probably run to you after work anyway just so he doesn't have to face his dad yet. he's like a big baby

he's holding you, arms around your waist and his head on your stomach or lap, or you're laying on your side and he has his hand on your belly, as if he's waiting for the baby to reach for his hand through your tummy.

when he tells you what happened, and why he's so somber, please run your fingers through his hair and just listen to him for a bit... eventually he'll start rambling about all the things he's been holding onto, including his fears about you resenting him

it'll probably be a long talk, but once you reassure him that you wanna make it work too, and that you know cove will be a good dad (and vice versa), and that your moms don't hate him, they're just... upset. and worked up about the turn of events.

and you talk about his dad too, and the argument, you both realize it comes from a place of concern.

he doesn't wanna see you two try to be a family and fail. he doesn't want you to make mistakes he did while raising cove...

conclusion, it's a very fruitful conversation. and cove goes back home, teary eyed and a bit like a lost puppy, and that night he doesn't find his dad waiting for him (cliff tries to work as late as possible, both because he wanted to give cove some space, but also because he has a bad habit of avoiding situations... so when he does get home, he spends the night in his room)

of course they can't avoid each other forever, and the next day cove actually makes the effort to find his dad during his lunch break to apologize.

he said something really hurtful, that i don't think cove could live with if he didn't apologize.

his dad definitely laughs when cove mentions that you said that cove should try therapy, and even if you don't say that his dad should consider it too, cove does say to his dad that a family therapist sounds like a good idea.

[therapycat21]

All Right Now Part 10

Travis Kelce x Famous!Reader Description: The reader catches the eye of famous footballer Travis.

Warnings: None

Social Media AU

It has officially been a year we have been together and engaged for two months. And It’s been absolutely amazing. Travis and I have been talking and trying to jot down ideas for the wedding and trying to get a head start so It can be easier for us later on.

Everytime we sit down and scroll and try to find ideas it has been nothing but overwhelming, there is a lot that goes into a wedding. Everytime we look at places or themes all I want to do is elope somewhere with our family but I highly doubt Travis would be down for that. Since I was a teenager I always thought a big wedding was too much,

Too much time

Too much money

When all the other girls would talk about their future weddings it would be all out with the most outrageous stuff but me on the other hand, I loved simplicity, even now that I’m more known everyone expects the big and extravagant event, I mean I’m okay with a small quick ceremony and then a party that is more out there afterwards for everyone but other then that, I crave the normality and the simplicity of it, and If I’m gonna get married once in my life It needs to be exactly how we want.

“Why do you look so focused?” Travis breaks me from my thoughts from where we sit at the dining room table, I look up from where I was staring into space on my phone. I shake my head putting my phone down I sigh “It is a little overwhelming I guess, I don’t know I just think I’m overthinking it.” I tell him. 

Travis nods his head slightly “what are you overthinking?” he questions “literally everything, the venue, the guest list, the food, hell even if we do round tables or not” I snort “who said we have to do any of that?” he tells me, confused “what do you mean?” I asked him “I mean, why do we have to do any of that, who said we can’t get eloped and then have a party afterward” he smiles at me before grabbing his phone heading to the couch “just think about it” he says.

I sit at the counter a little stunned before rushing after him “Wait a second!”. All I hear is him laughing as I jog after him.

Time skip—-

“Are absolutely sure about this?” I asked apprehensive to Travis, In return all I get in response is a smile that takes over his entire face. Travis grabs my face into his hands “I’ve never been more sure about this baby” We smile at each other before Travis turns back to the open laptop resting on his legs, he taps the screen confirming the payment for the marriage license, I turn to him squealing “oh my god! I can’t believe we just did that!” I jump on him plastering his face with small kisses, laughing from excitement.

I pull away “so that means we can do it whenever we want?” I question he nods his head in agreement “Whenever we want baby” I smile in acceptance before smirking “so that even means today?” I ask he turns looking at me shocked “you would marry today?” he asks like that’s even a question.

I nod “of course I would, that’s never up for debate” I tell him, now waiting for a response. He nods his head slowly before belly laughing, grabbing me into a full bear hug and scattering kisses all over my face as I laugh. He let's go, jumping off the bed pulling me with him.

“come on, let’s go, we are getting married today, I gotta call mom, dad and Jason so they know where to meet us” he runs off into the bathroom excitedly to get ready. I laugh before turning to pick up my phone to call mom. 

The call finally connects and my moms voice greets me “so, you’re never gonna believe what’s happening today” I tell her smiling.

Time skip—-

I stare into the mirror at my reflection, I’m wearing a simple white dress from one of the many award shows I’ve gone to. The door opens and I see my mom’s head poke in with a grin “hey, how’re you feeling?” she asks fully entering the room, shutting the door behind her. I give her a shaky sigh in response “I’m so nervous, what if he changes his mind?” I asked her.

Smiling she brings me into a hug “seeing how that man looks at you and seeing how he puts you on such a high pedestal, I have no doubt in my mind that man will never change his mind about marrying you” she tells me, I can see tears starting to cloud her eyes, “Oh mama” I say pulling her tighter into the hug.

We hug for a little longer before she moves out of the embrace and slightly shakes my shoulder “Okay, let’s go, we have my son-in-law waiting probably scared to death” she laughs. I smile before giving myself a once over in the mirror and we head to the door to the ceremony doors.

My mom loops her arm through mine as the doors open and I’m greeted with the small Kelce family on one side and a few of our friends on the other. We start to walk.

I smile at the girls, Kylie and Jason before my attention is brought to the podium.

Travis wears a black suit looking absolutely amazing. I could see the tears forming in his eyes from the doors, causing me to start tearing up as we got closer to him. As I step up onto the podium with Travis’s help, I greet the officiant with a smile. Travis grasps my hands in his warm ones.

The officiant gives a brief smile to the both of us “okay, let’s do this shall we?”. I look over to Travis once more “you sure about this?” I jokingly asks he belly laughs “Oh baby, I’ve never been more ready.” I nod turning to the officiant “let’s do this”.

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