#if you’re reading this and that was your dad tell him he’s an icon

[lauraisakilljoy]

I love how they explained the D&P lore for the parents and straight boyfriends that were dragged along to the show and those people probably still had no idea what the fuck was going on 90% of the time

[pathologicalreid]

wavelength | s.r.

in which your son ends up in the hospital on one of the BAUs busiest nights of the year

margotober masterlist

who? spencer reid x fem!reader category: angst (hurt/comfort) content warnings: child in hospital with unnamed illness, seizures, pregnant!reader, boy dad!spencer, MRIs, head injury word count: 1.96k a/n: this is my little reid family from three's a family, but as usual, you don't have to read that one to understand this one. (it's one of the cryptic pregnancy ones so maybe keep that in mind lmao) - welcome back to the spencer reid dilf agenda, i missed it

You take a deep breath, trying to steady your thumbs enough to press the call button, tapping the green icon, you press your phone to your ear, listening to the rings as you keep your other hand on the bed in front of you.

Sniffling, Leo holds your hand in his much smaller one, “Mama?” His voice is little more than a whine, and you find yourself wishing he’d fall asleep while you wait for his turn in radiology.

“Yeah, lovey?” You whisper, squeezing his fingers gently as he looks at you with sad eyes.

His eyes were sad in a way that only a three-year-old’s could be, not quite understanding why he had to stay in the hospital, and continuously asking for his parents. “I don’t feel good,” he mumbles, his voice soft as he shifts on his side in the hospital bed.

Your shoulders slouch ever so slightly, trying not to show him how much of his displeasure you shared, “I know. I’m so sorry.” They were holding off on giving him more medication, but it just made him miserable.

Starting to wonder if they could just give him something to help him rest, you distantly hear your name being called, taking a moment to be confused before you remember that you called Spencer.

“Hey,” you greet a little breathlessly, “Are you working?” You move your hand, smoothing back Leo’s hair in an attempt to coax him to sleep.

You hear a shuffling of papers on the other end of the call, answering your question well enough before he responds verbally, “We’re just trying to finish a few things up before calling it a night.”

Bowing your head, you sigh, “Right, you have that senate review next week.”

Spencer groans at the reminder of the meeting, “And finding some of these files is proving to be difficult. I think Garcia’s just about had it, but we’re all starting to get to that point. Why the call? Not that I’m unhappy to hear your voice,” he clarifies. “Did Leo get to sleep alright?”

You falter slightly knowing that Spencer is already stressing about work, “Honey,” you start softly, “Leo’s alright, but I had to call an ambulance for him about an hour ago.”

“What happened? You said he’s alright?” He asks, fear changing the pitch of his voice.

Swallowing thickly, you watch Leo continue to fight sleep, his brown eyes watching you while you’re on the phone. “They think he had a seizure,” you whisper, keeping your voice down so that your son doesn’t catch onto your anxiety.

There’s a shuffle of papers on the other end, “Is he sick? Was it a febrile seizure?”

“Uh, no, hold on,” you flip through the pamphlet, “They called it a drop seizure when we were in the emergency room, and they did an EEG.” You explain, reading over the papers in front of you for the nth time.

Spencer talks to someone else in the room, hopefully letting them know that he has to leave, “What happened?”

Tears prick your eyes, and you look up into the fluorescent light to will them away, “I was just getting him ready for bed, and he went to go potty, and he just fell. He hit his head on the tub and I just… I panicked,” you admit the last part. “I was not very collected, and the 911 operator knew that,” you tell him, watching Leo’s eyes finally fall shut.

“I wouldn’t have been either,” Spencer assures you, “What hospital did they bring you to?”

Rattling off the name of the hospital, you risk assuming that Leo’s asleep enough for you to step back, enabling you to speak at a higher volume, “Can you leave work?” You weren’t even thinking about how busy the BAU was when you called, you were just thinking about getting Leo his dad. “They want to do an MRI, and he’s allowed to have someone in there with him, so he doesn��t get scared,” you explain.

“But you can’t,” Spencer needlessly reminds you.

A huff of frustration escapes your lips as you look down, eyes focusing on where your shirt catches on the soft swell of your lower belly. “No, I can’t,” you say miserably.

A nurse walks through the door, sparing a pitying glance at you, the pregnant mom whose toddler was in the PICU, before checking on Leo’s vitals. Spencer clears his throat, “I’m already on my way.”

You lose track of time, sitting in the reclining chair that lives in the corner of the PICU room, and memories of Leo’s first month of life start to flash in front of your eyes. He was a thirty-two-weeker, and he spent twenty-nine days in the NICU before coming home for the first time.

You felt like a failure then, and you feel like a failure now.

Tapping your fingers on your belly, you watch Leo sleep, his body curled up on the hospital bed and collodion stuck to his forehead. You remember finding out you were pregnant again, the overwhelming joy that mixed with the stunned fear like oil and water—Spencer had to remind you to breathe.

Something caught your attention, a small, high-pitched beep from one of Leo’s monitors sent a group of people flying into the room, standing around your son and listing off things that your fear-addled brain couldn’t comprehend.

He’s there when you stand up, Spencer stays at your side for all twenty-one seconds of Leo’s second seizure, watching as strength returns to his tiny body and his eyes open, “Mama?” His small voice calls out for you, afraid of being surrounded by doctors and nurses that he doesn’t know.

Slipping away from Spencer, you make your way back to the hospital bed, hovering over your son as you cup his cheeks affectionately, “I’m here, baby.” Hiding your face to wipe tears away, your fear that he still feels ill is only exacerbated by the fact that he doesn’t insist that he’s not a baby—he’ll always be yours, though.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, you let him see past you, the way his eyes light up at the sight of his father, “Daddy!” He chirps, trying to reach out for Spencer.

“Hey, buddy,” Spencer says, his voice tight while he crouches in front of Leo, “Mama says you don’t feel good.”

Leo shakes his head, “I hit my head,” he recounts mournfully, “then we had to go in the loud car.”

Your husband frowns for a moment before he realizes Leo’s talking about the ambulance, “Did they tell you I get to go with you to get your tests done?” He warps the narrative to make the MRI seem like a fun activity—something they get to do.

“Can mama go?” Leo asks, tilting his head to the side slightly, leaning into you as he does so.

Gently, you wrap an arm around him, dressed in a pediatric hospital gown with all kinds of wires and electrodes attached to him. “Mama has to stay up here,” Spencer breaks the news to him, sparing you a sympathetic glance, “but she’ll be here when we get back. Then, we can tell her and the baby all about it.”

The baby won’t be able to hear outside voices until you’re much further along, but when Spencer tried to explain that to your toddler, the only response he’d gotten was Why?

As it turns out, even Spencer Reid has a limit to the number of questions he can answer, so you let Leo talk to the baby. “I’ll be right here when you get back,” you reassure Leo, taking a shaky breath when he wraps his arms around you.

He’s in tears by the time they come to get him, only willing to go to radiology if they let his daddy carry him there.

You’ve let go of the hope that this was all just a freak incident, but the looks that the nurses have started exchanging squashed that optimism immediately. Taking the opportunity to lie on the hospital bed, you try to reassure yourself—if Spencer didn’t seem worried, you shouldn’t be worried.

Though Spencer wouldn’t show his concern to you, he certainly wouldn’t do it with Leo in the room.

You don’t know when you fell asleep, but you’re woken up by something being set on your side, your eyes cracking open just enough to watch Spencer lay Leo down on the bed next to you. “Hey,” Spencer whispers, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, “I was trying not to wake you up.”

Cringing at the brightness of the room, you watch Leo as he curls into your side, “How did he do?”

“He was great,” Spencer says, gently ruffling the sleeping boy’s hair. “He fell asleep about halfway through,” he informs you, carefully pulling a chair up to the bedside.

You hum, making sure Leo is snug in his blanket before turning back to Spencer, “I’m sorry I didn’t call you sooner.”

Spencer shakes his head dismissively, “It’s okay,” he whispers, mindful of the hour—it’s nearing midnight now.

Reaching a hand up to cover your mouth, you hiccup a sob, “I’m a bad mom.”

“You are not a bad mom,” Spencer responds quickly, peeling your hand from your mouth and taking it in his hand.

Your lower lip quivers, “This wouldn’t have happened if he hadn’t been born so early.”

Spencer’s face softens, squeezing your hand comfortingly, “That wasn’t your fault. That was a situation that you didn’t have any control over.”

Deep down, you know he’s right, but your mom guilt that was on the surface level made the truth hard to see. “I couldn’t even hold his hand while he got an MRI,” you cry, small tears falling from your eyes.

“Honey,” Spencer murmurs, carefully wiping the tears from your cheeks, “You’re pregnant. Even more, you’re high risk,” Spencer reminds you as if it’s something you’re soon to forget. “There’s no way I would’ve let you in that room. You can blame that on me if you’d like.”

Leo shifts next to you, garnering your attention for just a moment before you turn back to Spencer, “I thought an MRI was better for pregnant women.”

Sighing, Spencer looks at you fondly, “Compared to a CT, an MRI is the better option if it’s medically necessary. Logically, I’m well aware of this, but I do find myself more protective over you these days,” he admits, eyes flickering down to your bump.

You bite the inside of your cheek, “I should’ve been watching him before he hit his head.”

Your husband dismisses your concern immediately, “We’ve been teaching him privacy, he’s proud that he gets to go potty on his own.”

“Why won’t you let me feel guilty?” You ask, frowning at him.

He hums in response, “Because you aren’t guilty. Your baby is in the hospital, and you might have some unresolved issues from when he was in the NICU.” He takes a deep breath, “and as much as you hate to admit it, you’re tired, and you have a lot of conflicting emotions and hormones that you’re struggling with.”

Leaning your head back on the pillow, you sigh loudly, “You know me too well.”

“I also know that our son loves you, and what happened tonight was not your fault,” he reiterates. “Whatever is going on with him, we’ll figure it out, okay? The four of us are going to be just fine.”

Pressing your lips into a thin line, you nod in understanding and listen to the soft whistle of Leo’s nose as he exhales. “We’ll be just fine,” you echo, intertwining your fingers with Spencer’s and preparing yourself for what’s bound to be a long night.

[zaczenemiji]

Hi! Just saw your request are open. I thought it would be a great to request a OS of Kenji Sato x Fem! Reader.

I got inspired by that song of "Too Sweet" from Hozier and I got the idea of how good is Reader with Emi, (since she knows he's Ultraman and also raises a baby Kaiju alone) such a Sunshine, even Emi sees her as a new maternal figure, he thinks she's too sweet, getting the idea of having kids with her but having the thought she deserves better.

But she thinks on the contrary, he's such a bad boy with a good heart. If you wanna add more things, it's up to you. I'll leave it to your imagination. Take your time and no need to rush. Take care.

Too Good, Too True

Kenji Sato x Reader

Word Count: 1,456

Genre/Warnings: Established Relationship, Found Family

Author’s Note: Particularly in love with this one, and Too Sweet plays rent-free in my head.

MASTERLIST

You know everything about Kenji: his past—the reason he’s distant from his dad, his secret—that he’s Ultraman, and his love child the 20-foot-tall kaiju baby in his basement.

You guys have been together for a long while now, even before everyone knew him as Ken Sato, the baseball star—the one whose name dominates the headlines.

With millions of adoring fans, you’re grateful you still have a place in his life. At first, there was a looming thought at the back of your head that tells you how easily replaceable you are.

No matter how you repress the thought, the fact remains that it is true. Who are you when compared to Kenji? You weren’t a model, an icon, a singer, or the daughter of a CEO—like all the other women waiting in line for him.

You were just… you. Simply (y/n) in her soft pastel and floral dresses. You don’t own a lot either, just a flower shop in LA. Your favorite hobby is tending to your garden where you grew the flowers that you sold.

All of your issues regarding this have long been resolved since Kenji has always been quick to reassure you of his love. That to him, everything and anyone else pails in comparison to you. He wishes you knew your impact on his life.

You have always been his breath of fresh air. It started at college during his baseball trainings, he’d wait for a certain girl to pass by. His eyes were always quick to find you among your group of friends.

On his games, you were his number one cheerleader. Your friends and his teammates were always so surprised to see the quiet dainty girl that you were yelling and cheering for his name.

Back when his mom was around, you got along with her so well. Kenji would find you and his mom in their kitchen baking cakes and making cute little pastries.

His mom loved having you around. You were always welcome at his house. When she found out that you were an international student who flew to LA alone and lived in a dorm, she almost wanted to adopt you.

But ain’t no way Kenji wanted to be just a brother in your life.

Many things have changed since then. In becoming a baseball star, half of his life was no longer private. In becoming Ultraman, his responsibilities were no longer limited to that of his career and personal life. And in becoming a daddy to a kaiju baby, he realized you deserve better.

You came over to his house every day to visit Emi. He admired your patience with her and how you were always a ray of sunshine to everyone, including a kaiju. And you’re not afraid of playing with her even if she could literally crush you out of nowhere.

You’d come over with fresh flowers picked from your parents’ garden. You’d make big flower crowns just for Emi and smaller ones for yourself and Mina.

Today was a particularly rough day as Kenji got home from a game. You wanted to accompany him today but he insisted for you to watch over Emi. He has been feeling like shit lately, not knowing what to do with Emi and his declining performance in his games.

Upon passing by the kitchen table, he sees a can of his favorite fizzy drink. Under it, a note. He lifted the can and read, “left this up here so mina won’t see (｡- .•)”

For the first time that day, he smiled. You’ve always told him how lucky you thought you were for being with someone as great as him. But the truth is, it’s the other way around.

In one go, he finished his drink so he could immediately head down to see you. You and Mina were too busy playing with Emi to notice him. He stayed at the lounge where he could see you from the other side of the glass.

There you were, beautiful, with flowers adorning your hair. You looked so pure and innocent. Your gentle demeanor had always put him at ease.

Your expressive eyes looked up at Emi in an attempt to communicate beyond words. Kenji loved your eyes. They were always filled with warmth and kindness but when you look at him, all he sees is love.

On the contrary, there’s him. He and his troubled past.

He is distant from his dad, wanting little to no connection with him. If it wasn’t for his mom, he wouldn’t have returned to Japan.

You weren’t like that. You had a good relationship with your parents. You deserve someone who could give you and your future children the same kind of environment you grew up in—peaceful and without the fear of the possibility that one day, your husband might not come home.

He worries he’d be like his dad, absent. He is Ultraman now. His duties would one day require him to be away, sometimes without notice and for extended periods. You deserve someone who can be there for you consistently.

He is constantly under the scrutiny of the public eye, both as Ultraman and the baseball star that he is. And the public is not often gentle. You deserve a private and peaceful life, away from the criticisms of society.

Kenji loves you dearly, he really does. But oftentimes, he thinks he’s not the best person for you. He thinks you deserve someone who can offer you a simpler and safer life.

Too deep in his thoughts, he failed to notice you enter the room. The kiss you gave on his cheek pulled him back to reality.

“Tough day?” You asked, sitting beside him on the couch.

“Yeah,” he nodded. “But I’m okay now. You’re here now.” He turned to look at you, his rest.

“Would you like to talk about your day?” You asked, reaching out to brush strands of his hair away from his face.

He shook his head. “I’d like to hear about yours first.”

You smiled, excited to tell him what you planned on doing. Since he’s staying here in Japan for good, you thought you would too. The flower shop in LA would be left in a good friend’s care. And here, you thought of working as a kindergarten teacher. You had doubts before but after being able to take care of Emi and enjoying it, you were now sure that this is the kind of job for you.

Kenji’s expression shifted upon knowing this. A shadow of doubt crossed his face. “What’s wrong?” you asked. “Do you not approve?”

“You deserve better,” he said, eyes falling downward before turning away to lean properly on the couch.

Confused, you leaned back as well. “Better job?” You asked. “Kenji, I think this is the bes—“

“Better than a guy who’s got a kaiju baby to take care of and a past, present, and future that’s complicated,” he continued his earlier statement, cutting you mid-sentence.

You were shocked. You never expected him to feel this way. You felt bad because for every time he assured you of his love, you failed to realize that he needed reassurance too.

“Oh no, Kenji,” you said. You turned his face to look at you, cupping it with both of your hands. “You’re a good man.”

“I’m worried, (y/n),” he said softly. “I worry that I can’t give you the life you deserve.“

He wants to marry you, he truly does. He dreamed of having children with you, teaching them, watching them grow. And when all is done, living the rest of his life with you.

When he passes by jewelry stores, he always thinks of you. He’d get in, and browse their selection of rings, but thinking of how you’re too sweet for him holds him back from buying.

"You're the best man for me, Kenji. Not despite your past and your duties, but because of them. They've shaped you into the person I love,” you told him.

“You're a wonderful father to Emi. And if you ever wanted more—if you ever wanted us to be more,” you leaned in to press your forehead on his. “I know you'll be an amazing father because of how you love me every day.”

Kenji closed his eyes, leaning into your touch, the tension slowly leaving his body. "You really believe that?"

"Every word," you said softly. "You are my home, Kenji. As long as we're together, I'm not afraid of anything."

He opened his eyes, looking at you with a mixture of relief and gratitude. "Thank you, (y/n),” he said. “I don't know what I'd do without you."

"You'll never have to find out," you replied, pulling him into a tight embrace.

Taglist is open! Comment if u wanna be tagged on future Kenji oneshots

@flowerloves

[goldfades]

★ HARD LAUNCH ───JOE BURROW

⟢ ┈ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 | 2k

⟢ ┈ 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 | requested by anon! kelce!sister x joe burrow, secret relationship.

⟢ ┈ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | obviously, taylor swift MENTIONED!! cause of course, i just had to. big brothers jason/travis, teasing, overall fluffy read

⟢ ┈ 𝐞𝐯'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 | this may be my new fav thing ever? having joe burrow, TAYLOR SWIFT, the kelces + kylie kelce in one family seems so fucking iconic and insane at the same time omg, i lowkey wanna make this a series

You don’t mean to catch his eye.

In fact, you’ve spent most of the evening trying very hard not to. At least, that’s what you’ll tell yourself later when the weight of it all feels too much, and you’re scrambling for a clean excuse to explain how it even started. Because that’s the thing about Joe Burrow—he’s not someone you plan for. He’s the unexpected storm on a clear day, knocking you off balance and leaving you to question if you’d ever been steady to begin with.

It’s Travis’s fault, really. Your brothers have this way of making themselves larger than life in every room they walk into, whether it’s Jason’s hearty laugh or Travis’s electric energy pulling people into his orbit. And you’re fine with it. Comfortable, even, in their shadows, where you can sip a beer, quietly people-watch, and dodge any unwanted attention. But tonight, at this NFL charity gala, the Kelce sibling spotlight is a little brighter, the event packed with athletes and reporters—people who know your last name. It’s harder to blend into the wallpaper, especially when you’re sandwiched between Jason’s dad jokes and Travis’s loud retelling of some outrageous offseason story.

And then there’s Joe. Sitting a few tables over, clad in a sleek black suit that fits him so well it’s borderline criminal, he looks… well, like Joe Burrow. Sharp jawline, blondish hair perfectly tousled, an air of calm confidence that somehow feels louder than any of the noise around him. He’s laughing at something—something Sam Hubbard said, probably—and you catch yourself staring just a second too long.

You’re not entirely sure who looks away first. All you know is that by the time the dessert plates are cleared and the speeches begin, you’re hyperaware of his presence. You can feel him across the room, like his attention is a physical thing brushing against your skin. It’s ridiculous, you tell yourself. He’s just... looking. It doesn’t mean anything.

Except it does.

It means everything when you’re stepping out onto the terrace for some air, your sleek, black and red YSL heels clicking softly against the stone, and you hear the door open behind you. You don’t have to turn around to know it’s him. There’s a shift in the atmosphere, a tension pulling taut like a string, and you’re suddenly grateful for the cool night air because your skin feels impossibly warm.

“You’re one of the Kelces, right?” His voice is low, a little rough around the edges, and somehow more disarming than you expected.

You glance over your shoulder, raising an eyebrow. “Depends. Do you think that’s a good thing or a bad thing?”

He chuckles, stepping closer. There’s a deliberateness to his movements, like he’s not the type to rush but always knows exactly where he’s going. “I haven’t decided yet.”

“Fair.” You turn fully now, leaning back against the railing. He’s even more striking up close, the sharp lines of his face softened by the golden glow of the terrace lights. For a moment, you’re not sure what to say. Then, because your brothers raised you to never back down from a challenge, you smirk. “And you’re Joe Burrow. Didn’t think you’d need an introduction.”

“I don’t. But I’m still glad we’re having this conversation.”

You roll your eyes, but you can’t stop the small laugh that escapes. “Do lines like that usually work for you?”

“Don’t know,” he says, leaning casually against the railing beside you. “You tell me.”

And just like that, you’re hooked. Not in the obvious way, where fireworks explode and violins play in the background. It’s subtler than that, a slow burn you feel deep in your gut—like the start of something you shouldn’t want but can’t seem to resist. Because Joe Burrow isn’t the kind of guy you go looking for, but now that he’s found you, you’re not sure you want him to let go.

And a few months later, the relationship between you and Joe isn’t just an open secret—it’s become a storm of speculation. The internet sleuths had started piecing things together long before either of you admitted it, thanks to vague Instagram posts, overlapping locations and that one time someone spotted you in the background of a Bengals training camp photo.

Still, you’ve both remained tight-lipped, dodging questions and letting the rumors simmer on their own. It’s worked so far, but keeping something like this under wraps when your last name is Kelce and his is Burrow? It feels impossible most days.

The rumors, though, are front and center when Jason and Travis bring it up on New Heights. It starts innocently enough—one of their usual tangents about social media chaos. But then Jason, ever the instigator, leans in with a mischievous grin.

“So, Trav,” he says, dragging it out just enough to make Travis squint suspiciously. “What’s this I’m hearing about our baby sister and a certain quarterback?”

Travis groans dramatically, throwing his head back like he’s already tired of the conversation. “Man, here we go.”

“No, no, seriously,” Jason presses, laughing. “It’s all over Twitter. ‘Joe and the Kelce Sister’—people are going crazy.”

Travis tries to deflect, muttering something about people needing hobbies, but Jason isn’t letting it go.

“I mean, listen,” Jason continues, grinning directly at the camera now. “I’m not saying I believe it, but if it were true… Joe Burrow? Not a bad pick, kid. Not a bad pick.”

Travis finally gives in, throwing up his hands. “Alright, alright! Let’s settle this once and for all.” He swivels toward the camera with exaggerated seriousness. “Get her on the phone.”

The producers, who are clearly loving this, cut to a break while Travis pulls out his phone and FaceTimes you. You answer after a couple of rings, your face appearing on screen with a mix of amusement and mild annoyance.

“What do you want?” you ask, already bracing yourself.

Jason wastes no time. “Alright, tell the people: are you or are you not dating Joe Burrow?”

You roll your eyes, trying not to laugh. “Seriously? That’s why you called me?”

“Yes, seriously!” Jason says, leaning forward like he’s trying to peer through the phone. “I need to know if I should be worried about a potential Bengals-Kelce family feud.”

“I’m not even answering that,” you say, shaking your head. “You guys are ridiculous.”

“Okay, okay,” Travis cuts in, holding up his hands. “But just… hypothetically, if you were dating him, what would you say about the guy? Like, first impressions.”

You narrow your eyes at the screen, knowing exactly what he’s trying to do. But you can’t help it—you smirk, your tone deliberately nonchalant. “I mean, hypothetically… he’s not a bad-looking person.”

Both brothers lose it, Jason practically howling with laughter while Travis points dramatically at the camera. “Not a bad-looking person!” he repeats. “That’s all we’re getting?”

You shrug, keeping your expression as deadpan as possible. “I don’t know what you want me to say.”

“Alright, fine,” Jason says, wiping his eyes. “We’ll let you off the hook for now. But just know, we’re watching.”

You laugh, shaking your head as you hang up. But the damage is done—the clip is bound to go viral within hours. And you know the internet will analyze every single word you just said, dissecting it for confirmation that, yes, Joe Burrow and a Kelce sibling are absolutely a thing.

As you sit back on your couch, phone buzzing with texts from friends who caught the livestream, you can’t help but wonder how long you and Joe can keep this secret before it all inevitably comes spilling out. But for now, you smile to yourself, thinking about the way Joe teased you about your brothers earlier that morning. He’d probably find this whole thing hilarious.

—

The off-season brings a rare stretch of peace for both you and Joe, a time when the usual chaos of his schedule fades into long days and quiet nights. You’d been looking forward to the annual Kelce family lake trip all year, a week of boat rides, bonfires, and general shenanigans with your brothers, their partners, and a rotating cast of nieces and nephews. But this time, Joe is here too, woven seamlessly into the fabric of your family life in a way that's both surreal and comforting.

The trip itself is perfect. Joe is surprisingly great at keeping up with the Kelce energy—he plays cornhole with Travis like they’ve been doing it for years, listens patiently to Jason’s never-ending dad stories, and even lets your mom convince him to try her "world-famous" potato salad (a task not taken lightly). Your dad, famously hard to impress, quietly declares Joe "a good kid," which might as well be a five-star review.

The vibe is even more electric this year, thanks to a certain high-profile addition to the Kelce orbit: Taylor Swift. She’d tagged along with Travis, her easy charm and megawatt presence somehow blending seamlessly with your loud, loving family. Taylor and Joe hit it off surprisingly well—you’d caught them once, deep in conversation about some indie band neither of them expected the other to know. And when Taylor found out Joe was a secret Swiftie, she’d teased him mercilessly, promising to quiz him on song lyrics over dinner.

The two of you have been careful so far, sticking to the usual boundaries when phones are out and cameras are snapping. But then comes the moment. The hard launch.

You don’t know he’s planning it. It’s Joe, after all—calm, collected, never one to do anything impulsive without a hundred layers of thought. The picture goes live on his Instagram late in the afternoon, just as the sun is starting to dip below the trees.

The photo is subtle in that effortless, Joe Burrow way, but anyone with eyes can see what it is. It’s a snapshot of the dock, golden light reflecting off the water. You’re sitting with your back to the camera, legs dangling off the edge, wearing an oversized Bengals hoodie that could only belong to one person. Joe’s in the frame too, though only partially—just his legs stretched out next to you, and his hand resting casually on your knee. There’s no caption, just the kind of emoji Joe loves to use, simple and vague—a single wave 🌊

The internet explodes.

You realize it’s out when your phone starts buzzing nonstop, notifications lighting up your screen like fireworks. Group texts, Instagram DMs, Twitter tags—everyone and their mom has an opinion about the post. Your brothers are the first to call.

Joe wanders into the kitchen then, shirtless and still damp from a swim, his hair curling slightly from the lake water. He raises an eyebrow when he sees you on the phone, and you wave him over, switching to speaker.

“Speaking of,” Jason says loudly. “Joey! Nice post, buddy.”

Joe smirks, leaning casually against the counter. “Thanks. Figured it was time.”

“Time?!” Travis is howling now. “You just dropped the most casual ‘we’re dating’ announcement of all time, and all you’ve got is ‘figured it was time’?”

Joe shrugs, unbothered. “Seemed like the right vibe.”

Jason sighs dramatically. “Well, congrats, I guess. You’re officially one of us now.”

“Welcome to the family,” Travis chimes in, still laughing. “But just know, you’re never gonna live this down.”

Joe grins, glancing at you, his expression softening. “I can handle it.”

Later that night, as the two of you sit by the fire, Taylor strumming a guitar nearby while your brothers argue about s’mores ratios, your phone buzzes intermittently with notifications. You can’t help but marvel at how unshaken Joe is by all of it. He just laughs when you bring it up, pulling you closer and resting his chin on your shoulder.

“Let them talk,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your temple. “We’ve got nothing to hide anymore.”

And as the fire crackles and your family’s laughter drifts through the night, you realize he’s right. The world knows now, and somehow, it doesn’t feel scary—it feels freeing.

[aeinzzzketchup]

𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭, 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞. ⋆.˚🦋༘⋆

them as your parents / family | ot8 , non-famous au , hc - esque format

𝒟 ⁱˢᶜˡᵃⁱᵐᵉʳᶻ.ᶻ.ᶻ : entirely self-indulgent fluffy silliness ,, i am feening for the closeness that this is so i manifested it as a written work via a self-insert perspective because i am actually that down bad ,, can be read as romantic or platonic concerning the guys but it's strictly platonic with reader !!

𝒲 ᵃʳⁿⁱⁿᵍᶻ.ᶻ.ᶻ : none of the darker sort (but if there is smth triggering pls plss let me know !!) , fluff + crack centric , VERY LONG I REPEAT VERY VERY LONG !!! , the ups and downs and beauty of parenthood , gender inclusive/neutral dynamics , brief mentions of eating & exercise & conflict & parental guidance , some swearing cuz it's me 🫠 , looots of nicknames / pet names !!! , intentional lowercase , messy bc it's self indulgent and i probs got too tired to go back & edit it , cavities probably ... for the fluff y'know?

𝓏.𝓏.𝓏.𝒾𝒹ℯ𝒷𝒶𝓇 : this is purely fictional for the entertainment of fandom consumption only & does not represent any of the members in real life nor their status! don't like? scroll on. unnecessary hate will not be tolerated.

enjoy bambinos ᡣ𐭩

⏦ﾟ♡︎ ≽^• ˕ • ྀི≼ @itzsana-kiddingmenow 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙮 𝙗𝙞𝙧𝙩𝙝𝙙𝙖𝙮❟ 𝙟𝙖𝙖𝙣｡ 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙞𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 (𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙖𝙣𝙖) 𝙥𝙪𝙙𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 !! 💗᪲᪲᪲

찬 | chan

calls you his baby. baby girl, baby boy, baby-baby binky boo (that was one time, in public, and you swore him to secrecy under threat of imminent doom), doesn't matter. it's always ‘his baby' because you're his baby. baby variants , little one , and his little koala bear.

even until you’re old, wrinkly, have a complete life of your own – you’ll always be his precious baby.

you probably inherit his little derp/bubble cat smile.

beefcake pt. 1, he's able to pick you up and swing you around all the way until you're full well into adulthood & he's near to wasting away (/j + aff).

he's so sweet and loves you right down to the microfibre !! there's never any room for miscommunications on how much he treasures you because he tells and shows you every day without fail.

he’s an absolute dork and probably embarrasses you on the daily, which you wouldn’t have it any other way tbh, but in turn he's also a strict parent. a patriarch of his caliber has held down the fort for years and has done a darn good job at it — his word is law, no questions, if's and's or but's.

he expects you to follow his rules & respect what he says. he doles out reasonable punishments and happily rewards in equal measure; he brings a sense of peace and fairness because that's what he always tries to be.

even if judgment seems cloudy in highly emotional moments, and he's not perfect, he always redeems himself.

physical contact , words of affirmation , acts of service ! ❤️‍🩹

gives the bestest hugs like THE bestest hugs we been knewww. 😮‍💨 just one of your dad's hugs and suddenly, life doesn't feel so bad anymore.

he's definitely the dad who puts you on his shoulders/back when you get too tired to walk. sensically, this was a staple when you were a kiddo!! but ... he's keeping up the tradition weeelll past that line. 😐

at the very most he'll never drop you !! even if his own feet slash body slash old-ass ahjussi joints are killing him.

it's cuz he knows he might never get these moments back so like the wise man he is, he's making the most of them (✿ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)⁾⁾ sentimental old sap.

(he's so iconic 😩 tryna parade you around when you're a whole adult and he's in his silver fox/dilf era like slay king 😍😝💯💘✨💅🏼)

"No, it's alright baby! Your old man still has some muscles left in him. 😜" "Daddy, your neck vein is popping out."

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on nights you can't sleep, you'll find him in one of several places dotted around the house: either sitting at the kitchen island, sprawled on the couch, or in his personal office, typing away at an open laptop in front of him, screen light illuminating his features — and you never hesitate to come to him.

he might tut when he sees you up as ass o'clock (🗣 he's a hypocrite your honor 🗣) but he'll always welcome you as company. he calls you his little koala looking for a midnight adventure or a lullaby :((

you still have fond memories of eating tubs of ice cream with him under the warm lighting of the kitchen island, giggling quietly amongst yourselves as you talk about anything and everything.

p.s : those are some of his favorite memories with you too. ᡣ𐭩

always puts your safety, health and happiness first; he never wants you to be uncomfortable or unhappy with something & if you are, he's doing everything in his power to put it right !

he's definitely the parent you run to when you're struggling with anything.

be it a stuffed lovie whose threaded eye comes loose, a homework problem that just won't solve itself, some kids who might've been loud in their opinions of you being 'weird' for having 'eight dads' ... no matter what your plight may be, you always think of chan and chan is the one who always catches you in his arms when you run to him. 

when you get older, wiser, you'll look back on all the hardships you went through and realize that your dad didn't always have the answers. but he for damn sure always did what you came to him for: he held you through the storm and reassured you that everything would be okay.

to his endless credit he put your struggles to rest to the best of his abilities. if he couldn't omit them completely, he'd shoulder the burden for you.

you never have to worry about anything when you're with him <//3

"Dad has it all taken care of, okay? / Daddy will do it. / Dad's got you, it's okay." are some of his most common sayings & I can imagine it never fails to make you feel safe.

"Come here baby, give us a cuddle . . . Mm, you know appa loves you right? . . . Yeah. To the moon and beyond, my little koala bear."

민호 | minho

the “tough love” parent, but so present and so nurturing and adores you to bits. 

nags and pinches and sucks his teeth at you when you're being stubborn but he's literally where you get it from?? 😭

tbh i feel he'd be kinda proud when you show that fiery side of you; he's raising/raised you to be strong and self-assured. so granted when he sees those little parts — parts of him shining through — it gets caught in his eyes and bunny tooth smile.

doesn’t appreciate sass being directed at him but he will preen like a proud cockatoo if and when you put someone in their place. and he's right there to back you up every time !!

"yes mhm mhm that's right that's my kid."

he's strict, the 'scary one', the un-advocate for teenage dirtbag shenanigans or bratty behavior. he's firm with scoldings and punishments and once his foot is put down it is put down ... and he means well. 🥹

and like most parents, that doesn't mean he always knows what's best for you. despite always wanting and advocating for your success and happiness, he never ever means to hurt you. 

so if you become visibly distraught because of him – whether he scolds you too harshly or his teasing caught you at a bad time – he gets a little shaken and needs to be comforted by his loves. 🥹 channie and hannie are the best at this so it's not unusual to be tended to by your other parents while these two are at minho's side, but also vice versa.

tho once both parties have calmed down and you all come full circle, exchanging apologies and clearing the air? minho? he will do anything to make you feel better.

he's not leaving you alone until you're giving him that sweet smile he adores sm. (im sobbing i love mama minho) which means generous servings of your favorite dishes made fresh with love & bear hugs galore.

calls you his one and only, pudding cup, and aegyo versions / nicknames of your name.

brings you slices of fruit as an act of care but also as an apology when it comes down to it. stereotypical asian mother. (˵ ¬ᴗ¬˵)

100% records everything. and i mean EVERY👏🏼THINGGGG — is the catalyst for why you have stacks up on stacks of baby pictures and videos. ᡣ𐭩

lovesss to cuddle with you and have you sit close by. it's soothing to him to know you're near and in sight. if you guys sit next to each other on the couch he's pulling you into his side / to lay on his lap where he will proceed to give you head scritches. like you a cat or sum 💀 he's a cat dad what can I say.

speaking of cooking lino is alwayssss cooking for you !! it's his love language: cooking (acts of service/gift giving) & quality time. the bestest part is if any of your other parents try to sneak a taste they taste lino's wrath instead.

"THAT'S FOR YNNIE, YOU OGRES. SHOO, GET OUT OF MY KITCHEN. 🤬😤"

(and because lino is actually a huge teddy bear and the whole tough guy thing is just a facade, he spares a taste here and there for his mopey soulmates. but he's rolling his eyes as he does it. he loves them more than words will say).

you guys cuddle with the cats while watching movies — soondoongdori all adopted you too when you came into their lives & they been chillin ever since.

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also so playful and protective pls. like y'all will be out shopping for groceries or sumn & you'll be minding your own business in its entirety and this mf will just yank you into his side so "you don't stowaway on him", or chase you with cutlery from the kitchen when you're the one being playful.

speaking of protective ... please don't let this man be called into a school office on account of bullying GOD FORBID it be that 💀 NO man is leaving unscathed.

he'll have you tucked protectively into his side, gingerly stroking your shoulder all whilst he's instilling the fear of God into some poor kid's parent(s) (#DESERVED 😤💯💥):

"You come near them again, there'll be hell to pay. Do you understand me? This WILL not happen again." "If I'm contacted on account of my child being mistreated and all of you oafs are sitting on your asses instead of fixing the situation, I pray you have the brain capacity of holding some semblance of the law under your belt, because you'll be needing it."

. . . yeah man he becomes a complete mama bear if anyone else tries to come for you lmfao he won't HESITATE BETCH 🗣 he'll jack someone(s) all the way up for you, no hesitation.

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he has a hard time saying the words ‘i love you’ sometimes but it's so evident in how he treats you and the way he gazes at you so fondly — the way he cooks you your favorite meals and feeds you and cuddles with you when you're sick and pets your head like a kitten. 

not afraid to throw down for you. does not give a singular frick, disrespectfully. he’s your ride or die fr 🤞🏼 y’all too locked in to lock out. he might be the bad cop parent but he's ALSO the guard dog parent — just say the word and he is SPRINTING to you 💨💨 it's all hands on deck and they all belong to lino.

even when you're capable of defending/standing up for yourself (as you should 💅🏼) you can always count on one lee mf minho to leap across a table with no reservations in defense of your honor.

you’re his child — he can and will uninstall nations for you and you’d do the same for him.

“Y/nnieeee, come eat! I made your favorite~”

창빈 | changbin

your protector, thru and thru.

beefcake pt. 2 he always picks you up, carries you, cradles you, all the way from when you're a baby until well down the line. you'll never be too big for him to hold. 

seo "i'm gonna be SO good at hugging" changbin who is always working out/exercising and teaches you the importance of physical health !! probably uses you as lifting weights too. he revels in your happy little squeals and giggles.

"Babin's so strong, right honey? Your Babin is the strongest in the whole world, right?"

(ʙᴀʙɪɴ ɪs ᴀ ᴄᴜᴛᴇ ʟɪʟ ɴɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ ɪ ᴄᴀᴍᴇ ᴜᴘ ᴡɪᴛʜ !! ᴀ ᴍɪx ᴏғ "ʙᴀʙᴀ" ᴀɴᴅ "ʙɪɴ" 😭💕 ɪ'ᴠᴇ sᴇᴇɴ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴘᴏsᴛ ʀᴇғᴇʀʀɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʜɪᴍ ᴀs "ʙᴀʙᴀ" ᴀs ᴀ ᴘᴀʀᴇɴᴛᴀʟ ᴛɪᴛʟᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴛ ғɪᴛs sᴏ ᴡᴇʟʟʟʟ. ɴᴏᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ ʜᴇ ʀᴇᴍɪɴᴅs ᴍᴇ ᴏғ ᴍʏ ᴏᴡɴ ᴅᴀᴅ ᴡʜᴏᴍ ɪ ᴛᴏᴏ ᴄᴀʟʟ "ʙᴀʙᴀ." ᴄʜᴀɴɢʙɪɴ ɪs ᴠᴇʀʏ ʙᴀʙᴀ ᴄᴏᴅᴇᴅ ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʜɪᴍ sᴍ ɪ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ. @ɪᴛᴢsᴀɴᴀ-ᴋɪᴅᴅɪɴɢᴍᴇɴᴏᴡ <- ʜᴏɴᴏʀᴀʙʟᴇ ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ ғᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ, ᴍʏ ʙᴀɴᴀɴᴀ ᴘᴜᴅᴅɪɴ' <𝟹)

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in turn, he is also one who makes sure you get all your food groups and necessary physical activity in.

^tho this doesn't apply to those who have anatomical conditions that may restrict their bodily movements!! (🫶🏼 y'all are awesome chilling just the way you are) if you're in a wheelchair or can't stay standing for long bouts of time or anything of the sort, binnie especially loves to carry you around and post you up all nice and comfy wherever you please. but he does that anyway :') your wish is his command 💕

he's got a fuse as short as he is & the stubborn strength of a boulder. he's the dad that will stay at the kitchen table to help you eat your veggies/fruits. he doesn't force you if you have allergies/sensory issues of course, that goes unsaid, but if you're just refusing to be stubborn he is staring you down and using his Dad Voice.

not his binnie voice, not his dwaekki/aegyo ad-libs, but his Dad Voice. once that breaks out, complete with a stern glare and his beefy arms crossed across his boobs chest, i highly suggest you LOCK IN BRO HE AIN'T PLAYING WITH YOU??

ah binnie. he's loud by default but he never shouts at you when you're in trouble. parenthood has changed him for the better (like he wasn't already the best) - he doesn't believe that shouting = correctional discipline in the serious sense, anyway - but his way of disciplining you when you know you do a wrong makes you wanna shrivel up anyways so it's just as effective. <//3

fret not, though. he always reassures you after scoldings and aims to clear up any misunderstandings if you guys do have as such. he never lets you go to bed angry. ❤️‍🩹 and he apologizes if he knows he's in the wrong too !! emotionally mature king.

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if you've got allergies of any kind don't worry ur pretty lil head HE'S IN THERE LIKE SWIMWEAR 🗣 he will spend hours, days, weeks and months and years researching ynnie diet-friendly alternatives to adjust to your needs while still ensuring you're the healthiest you can be !!

and once he finds something he collabs with mama minho to throw down in the kitchen and cook it up all nice and pretty on a silver platter ! 😌

once he tried to do it himself and nearly burned down the kitchen... as well as the backyard veranda trying to put it out. but it's the effort that matters ! his heart's in the right place.

healthy and happy is his self-appointed duty. not just physically but emotionally too — he’s your big ol’ safety blanket.

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when you were little he'd put on a blanket and chase you around with his arms up high and playfully growling like a big ole grizzly bear and when he caught up to you , he'd scoop you up in his arms and blow raspberry kisses all over your face + smother you in snuggles.

you guys have fallen asleep numerous times after such exciting adventures and cuddled up together in fuzzy warmth :((

same as when you woke up crying in the night. if he got to you before your other parents, he'd rush over and gently scoop you up into his arms, shushing and cooing under his breath to hug and cradle you back to sleep <////3 no matter how exhausted he was, no matter if he was in the middle of a fantastic dream — you always come first. with his messy hair + puffy face + voice groggy with sleep and all.

when you're at a stage going through the motions ... we all know how stressful life is and how roughly it can get you down. even the strongest towers crack and fall, he especially knows how stressful it is. he's been there.

his heart shatters if he ever finds you crying alone. so the moment your tired frame and sunken eyes meet his, he's holding his arms out and you're sinking into his embrace and he's holding you like you'll disappear if he lets go. he certainly won't.

the moment you need him you're in his arms and he's holding you like he'll never let go. he's warm, soft, smells nice and both strong and squishy - the best of all worlds.

"Aigooo my little bean bun, what's wrong ? Shhh-shh ... there we go. There there, let it out~ No need to cry, my love. Babin's here, see? ... My sweetheart, I will always be here. 🥺"

those are the best times when you tend to feel safest. in your babin's arms.

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and while he's the biggest baby in existence don't misunderstand he is intimidating ASFFFFFF. i rue the day he spots an inkling of tears in your pretty eyes BUT NOT JUST ANY TEARS ... but non - happy tears that SOMEONE is responsible for putting there.

you thought lino was bad ? oof. lemme tell y'all about my friend seo changbin. 😮‍💨

scares off any and all potential bullies + fake friends + especially any creeps that eye you up a little too closely 🤨. nobody's even thinking of touching you when your babin's near. your own personal guard dog !!

(& it just makes you wanna giggle bc only you and your family knows how much of a goofy softie he really is in private 🤭)

your childhood friends were probably scared of him a little whenever they came over to visit but then he disarms them with his silliness and his sweet smile and dwaekki noises and probably impresses them by using them as lifting weights too and lo & behold you're the coolest kid on the block with one of [and all of] the coolest parents ever 😎 slay.

gift-giving , quality time & physical affection. ❤‍🔥

gives the BESTEST presents 🎁. i'm talking birthdays, holidays, special events. he's definitely that parent who takes his child out on 'dates' in order to show them to never settle for less and what they should expect from a potential partner !! & if u don't swing that way (romantic relationship-wise) it works just as well for what you should look for and expect in the people you'll have for life. found family 2.0. healthy relationships all the wayyyyy.

speaking of which binnie is BIG on reassuring you and building your self-confidence affirmations and compliments and hyping you up !! that's him !! that is he !! (๑ > ᴗ < ๑)°ᡣ𐭩 . ° . !!

you can always count on him to quell and squash any insecurities because he always reassures you on how wonderful you are :(( no sad y'nnies on his watch !! >:(

it's because of him that you can carry yourself with strength and wisdom and confidence. remember him every time you cat walk, every time you cuddle something fuzzy and pink, and every time you hear loud sounds akin to a cruise horn. 😌 (/lh + /playful) ᡣ𐭩

"YOOOOOHH, Yn-ahhh!! Come watch Babin bench press your old man!! I finally got the squat stance down! 😈" "YAH SEO CHANGBIN!!! 😫" (Bang Chan, in fear for his life, because his Binnie really has him ten toes off the ground he has no business being up there why does this happen why).

현진 | hyunjin

soooo so loving and wonderful :(( my dumpling twin :(( he mothers he fathers he wine aunties HE DOES IT ALL

another one who fits into the mama stereotype !! he puts flowers in his hair and offers to put them in yours too, paints out on the veranda bathed in sunlight and morning dew, tends to his little garden with lix and lino and always looks the most serene when he's got you, his precious little flower, in his arms.

his precious little flower. his pocket dancer. his beloved. his masterpiece, his little majesty, his absolute pride & joy.

when you were younger he definitely had you hanging off his hip all the time ... i mean c'mon it suits him; whether he was the perfect picture of a black panther decked out in one of his sleek versace getups complete with shades and a sassy expression,

or resembled the closest thing to a "fairy prince" as one could get with fuzzy sweaters and aprons with floral stitch work and cute sanrio barrettes dotting the wisps of his hair , dumpling smile on full display , it was always complete with a precious baby - his precious baby , held in the cradle of his arm.

especially when he was in his art studio !! he'd even had your own little area set up where you guys would paint side by side :')

tho after one such incident of you snatching up one of his paint brushes from his paint water and putting it in your mouth despite the long since invested in child-friendly non-toxic paints and colors and thereby causing hyunjin to die and live 5 lifetimes in the span of two seconds , he's a lot more careful about where you go in his art studio.

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speaking of fashion , you are hyunjin's little doll :( u both have matching shades & getups no child of his is gone be caught lackin'. he gotchu covered fr 😤🤞🏼

tho we are both well aware that people grow up and develop their personal sense of style. natural part of growing, yes?

but. trustttt & believeeeee that you're getting MAJOR side eye if he catches u tryna go out in public in your 'nobody i know will see me in this' fits. how could someone he helped raise become something that dares to dress themselves in the rags and tatters and like it?? (/lhj)

sometimes you probably do it on purpose to mess w/ him let's be real. his reactions are absolute gold.

despite his affronted gasps and hisses and harrumphs from off to the side while you're rocking it in your baggy hoodies + sweats + size-too-big wrinkly tees , he leaves you be in peace ... for the most part. 🥴

he's got enough fashion for the both of you , as he says. (pls he's so aggravating i cannot) but let it be known HE ONLY REACTS LIKE THAT IF YOU'RE TRYNA GO OUT like that. when y'all are at home , both of y'all are dressed to the nines ! . . . in rags and tatters 😇.

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the emotional parent 🫠 cries every time you reach milestones in your life. i'm talkin' shiny diamond tears brimming his eyes + a hand raised covering his wobbling lips and if he's offered a tissue , he's blowing into it not unlike an elephant's trunk. ilhsm pls

it adds to the ~dramatic flair~ and yea it may be a little embarrassing at times - especially if the drama llama catches the attention of onlookers - but when he's gazing at you in wonder , like you're a gift from the stars & murmuring "i'm so proud of you"s into your ear through his tears , how could you truly feel anything aside from the glow in your chest ?

(we love a man who shows his emotions 🙌🏼💖)

he may be the softest person in existence for you. he may hold you in the gummy nucleus of his heart and cradle it like fine china, he may do all those things !! but just like his soulmates - he doesn't tolerate bad behavior & enforces rules and consequences accordingly.

tho in any case . . . all it takes is one venomous look from him and you're getting your shit gathered , locking tf in. 😭🙏🏼 he don't play that mess. those eyes do more than judge and sparkle , baby. you wanna get testy with him ? he doesn't gotta play the game, he invented it. so yeah. try him. (I suggest you don't).

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when you're lounging in your bed or on the couch or a duvet (because you CAN'T tell me he doesn't have one or multiple dotted throughout the house for him to throw himself on for exquisite 🤌🏼✨ dramatic flair YOU CAN'T) — he makes sure you're close by and, if u're not, he wails out for you like a damsel in distress and it's muscle memory at this point for you to have a moist towelettes on hand because he will be needing it for something.

you're his baby & therefore his accomplice, he needs to have a spectacle every so often or else he'll die. & yes you need to be there!!? don't question your jinni!! (/hj + /aff)

hyunjin trusts you and often asks for your opinion on his paintings or when he's developing a new choreography !! your favorite memories are from when he'd dance for and with you in his studio , the both of you in a world of your own full of bubbly smiles and laughter and warm, warm hugs.

he ofc painted your room , and anytime you want an update he is all over it !! he has an eye for style and is a true artist at heart; give him your request , any to all details and he is a man on a mission to give you your dream room.

he may call you his little muse but honestly, it's hyunjin who slipped on your rose-colored lenses. like him and because of him , you have an eye for the artistic things in life.

the little things like flowers sprouting out of the cracks in the concrete during a casual stroll or the intricacies of architectural history underneath the weariness of time when you spot a worn-down building — you garner the habit of being able to find the beauty in things most people wouldn't.

y'all know that saying '' one taught me patience , one taught me pain , one taught me beauty '' ?

hyune taught you all of them & the swirling coexistence of each element. he taught you just how beautiful it is and how far you can go in life with discovering the bounds (or lack thereof) of your spirit and how , at the end of the day , it really is how you see it.

"No matter where you go, you'll always come back to us, right? . . . Oh honey, I will always be here for you, no matter where you go."

지성 | jisung

perches you on his lap when he's working in his personal studio !! whenever you wanna play with the buttons (he makes sure to lock the keyboard so you can go to town and not risk messing up any progress) or have you sing into the mics and play it back with funny voice modifiers !!

but ofc little you be cookingggg you get your chubby little hands on those spinners & beat makers and ACTUALLY create some sounds that catches ji's attention bc "hollup hollup that sounded like the melody to a worldwide groundbreaking track run it back"

(even tho u were legit just slapping your hands up and down like the happy kid you were. he bows in reverence of your expertise & you're just posted up in the studio chair like. 😃😄 your appa is so silly).

he has so many nicknames for you it's actually a mf joke. literally calls you every endearment under the sun 😭 it's how he channels his affection for you !!

baby, honey, pumpkin, poppet, munchkin, chubby cheeks, joey (the offspring term for quokkas [and other marsupials but i digress]) <//3 I mean there's a new one every other so often but these circulate enough to be dubbed his 'mains.'

he's actually so goofy like SO SO GOOFY he's your personal laughing button !! & there's nothing more that he revels in than your laughter so trust he's always exaggerating whenever he wants to get a reaction out of you.

it was absolute heaven when you were a little one but as you grow into your teens/adulthood & you go through that lovely little period of puberty you like to tease him sometimes and. don't even spare him a glance.

he always always expects you to laugh at his jokes so when he cracks one and whips his head around to look at you cheesin' like "😃😄😃" and is met with dead silence . . . he is so. viscerally anguished. he is confusion. he's clutching his pearls and falling to his knees like the tragedy of a Roman god. "😨😰😫😵⁉"

like he is FIGHTING for his LIFE. YOU'RE SO HARD TO IMPRESS NOW!!! HAVE SOME MERCY ON YOUR APPA!!!! 😭

like he's such a dad who gets so desperate for a reaction from you it's almost pathetic ☠️ he's going through withdrawals. he's frothing at the mouth. he's dang near crawling at your feet while you gaze down at him with the judgy side eye that you undoubtedly inherited from hyunjin.

"You could at least pretend to laugh, Ynnie. 💔 Ever heard of respecting the elderly, FOR THEY are your future?"

"Buy my silence, you rich old goat. If youth is wasted on the young, then I'd say you've nothing to worry about."

"OH?? 😲 OMO 🫨🤬 WHO TAUGHT YOU THAT?! RESPECT YOUR FATHER!! 😫😭💔" (he literally started it pls)

he can't stand to see his baby grow up y'all that's all :')

aaaand because he's a professional comedian & moodmaker, that ofc means his elite sense of humor and vitamin effect rubbed off on you. not to say you're not alr a joy, it's just that in other words : nobody is safe when you two are together. especially when you develop that snarky sense of dry/dark humor from irino and use it as collateral damage. he adores you to bits. a #smittendad, if I may.

you're like a mini minho, or a mirror of mama hyune - you can't help being a little sassy towards appa jiji because he plays along so well and mostly ends up just spoiling you because all he sees is a baby version of his two yeobos & it's literally the cutest thing to him.

you may tease your fifth old man but you're arguably the softest w/ him too. he protects you so so much. always making claims of how he'll be around even when you're over 90 years old, nagging lino to cook you seaweed soup or giving you contraband (like cookies, candy, an extra fanta, some cheesecake, etc) when nobody's looking, to be there to rock you on his lap to sleep and sing you self-written lullabies. to be there to hug you to his side and skip next to you on the sidewalks and always jumping over the cracks because "we can't break daddy channie's back, baby! one, two, hoyjaaah!"

coming into your room to wake you up with kisses to your cheeks and whispering softly while cooing at your bedhead & making little jokes here and there to ensure your day would start with a smile.

release me, he's so sweet and so loving and you can just tell you're his whole heart :((

words of affirmation, quality time & physical touch !! 🛸

curated a whole album of songs - exclusively made for you - that he gifted to you on your 18th birthday. he had some of your favorite artists featured on there and nearly every track has some twined auditory memorabilia !! you recognized your child-self giggles mixing with his on the backing track of one specific song and it was such a throwback you teared up a little bit. or a lot. depending on how you feel !! no shame in bawling your eyes out (like jisung).

you're his one and only, his first and foremost. his reason for being. he may be silly and lighthearted but he is a long-lived individual who is entirely capable of the deeper, introspective parts of life. through it all he is undoubtedly a huge emotional support for you. you could never be wrong in his eyes - not to excuse you doing wrong, he knows you're not perfect. nobody is - but you could never be wrong.

to him, you're as close to perfect as it can get.

"Ynnie, my baby-baby. Appa loves you so so much, you know that right? Even if I was an alien from another planet and had a different kid, I'd steal a spaceship to come and find you."

필릭스 | felix

the perfect blend of mama stereotype and father stereotype, but in all seriousness, he's a grandpa. /j

nah fr tho. he's so soft and versatile he's a residential floater when it comes to the parental status !! but he's just as loving and affectionate with you either way so it doesn't rly matter :))

such a cuddle bug. as we've been knowing. if you ever want cuddles or a hug or any kind of physical reassurance, lixie is right there with open arms and a bright smile. he ofc respects your space when you need & want it but he shows his love and affection a majority of the time thru positive physical gestures.

this is so so important to me but I feel in my heart that lix plays an integral part in helping you differentiate positive from negative touch. if u're not one for skinship then that's absolutely fine - it helps, even !! - but it's bc of him that you .. like, you are adept in realizing a good touch from bad touch. there are a lotta fake hoes out there only after one thing, there are wolves who are trying hard at keeping up appearances. i'm just sayin'.

& if people don't get a first hint, well. he didn't pass down the fruition of his 63 medals in taekwondo for nothing.

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when you was a baby he was biiig on the kangaroo care concept! cradling you to his chest, his small hands hardly outshining your own tiny torso :( rubbing soft circles with his thumb and sliding his palm soothingly up and down your soft chonky back. his eyes absolutely sparkle every time he looks at you, brimming with affection, fondness & pride. maybe a bit of wonder.

he'd stand and sway gently in your nursery/bedroom, bathed in gentle sunlight and humming steadily in that low register of his, present and nurturing and so full of adoring love for you. he'd lay with you in your crib - and when you came of age, your bed - and you guys would nap and snuggle the day away without a care in the world. he'd make cute little noises and just do.. tiny little gestures that never failed to put a smile on your face. & in turn that'd make him smile too !!

and when you're older and are just off, doing your own thing around the house, he'll be magnetized to you and just ... come sit/lay/cuddle near you to stroke your head, play with your hair, gently scratch at your arm or back. like he just finds comfort in you and loves you sm :(( sometimes no words are exchanged, just gentle glances and even gentler gestures. all the tenderness that only a loving parent could have for their child.

in terms of scolding, I imagine he's ... not the bestest at it ='] mostly due in part to his tender heart and sensitive nature, he just can't find it in him to scold you too harshly if you're being especially stubborn & when it comes to punishments he leaves it up to the others for the most part but, in all honesty, it does not mean he's incapable of disciplining you at all.

that deep voice sternly calling out your name in reproval and his sharp regard, eyebrow raised and lips set into a firm line, disapproval marring his expression pins you to the spot every time. and. girl.

if you got your softest, fluffiest parent being the one scolding you NO YOU DON'T MATE PLEASE LOCK IN IT ISN'T WORTH IT??? he may be a softie but he ain't no pushover 😮‍💨 watch yourself.

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BAKES FOR YOU !!! we all saw this coming. (*´ω｀*) the sweetest most delicious treats in the entire world !!!!! cookies, brownieeesss, cupcakes, bundts, muffins, sweet bread, whatever your heart desires he's making it all! when you come home from school & he's not already greeting you in the kitchen, there's a small wicker basket - custom made especially for you - that he diligently keeps filled with yummy homemade baked goods for you to enjoy :(

+ & if you're not a big fan of sweets he will absolutely bake you any other yummy treats you'd want to try instead!! umami, savory, salty - he's particularly adept. all you gotta do is ask and he is hightailing it to the kitchen to whip his little chocolate chip whatsoever their heart desires.

nothing can compare to your fifi's baking & that's a hill you (along with many others) are willing to die on. they're almost as sweet as he is =") !!

he is ... so so gentle with you? like, devastatingly so. he's the most open with his affection for you and constantly shows it, primarily via positive physical touch (hugs and cuddles, kisses, massages, playing with your hair or simply rubbing your head if you don't have any/it's too short/u just don't want your hair to be played with 😭) but he shows it in other ways too.

a lot like minho, he displays it through ✨food✨ but also through quality time & verbal reassurances. no matter what he will always have you feeling appreciated & adored, because you really, really are.

used to hold you in his lap while he played video games. and when you outgrew that (if you ever did), he cuddles you between his legs or vice versa. & sometimes y'all game together !!

he had a thing where when you were a toddler, he'd let you hold the remote and lay his hands over yours, guiding your chubby little fingers as you 'played' and cheer you on with the sweetest words of encouragement & celebrate like it's the Superbowl when you'd 'win.'

... and he still does that to this day. undoubtedly, his heart shines with a deep sense of pride when you take the controls & actually do win, but if you're not as an adept player as he, it's a trip down nostalgia lane as he encases your hands in his smaller ones and flits his fingers across the buttons with timeless skill, his chin resting on your head / shoulder & planting soft kisses on your face and hairline with a big ol' smile. ( ◜‿◝ )♡

he just. adores you endlessly. he really loves you and it's unshakeable in its promise.

"C'mon, Babycakes, I baked your favorite! Say 'ahhh . . .'"

승민 | seungmin

he sings to you, always.

bye I'm sorry that's the foremost thing that I say but !! our silver vocalist king !! of course he serenades his child. 🥺

his favorite pastime is to hold you close, whether by his side or in his lap, and sing softly to you.

acts of service & quality time. 🩵

he doesn't shy away from physical touch (see exhibit a), he simply exhibits his love & affection for you in foremost ways above the others !! he's a very clean person so he was - and is - always cleaning up for you. but in the small ways !! he obviously implements the important basic life skills of being cleanly & organized very early on and made a game out of cleaning when you were little.

but as you grow older, I mean. sometimes u just don't have the time for it, and he gets it. so he's gotcha covered.

he'll do your laundry & always keeps your favorite laundry soap scents in full stock (and he always puts a little extra fabric softener in there). if you're okay with it and if it is messy, he'll clean up your room, fix your bed up, organize your things and just ... is really good in crafting a clean, open space for you to breathe. yo shyt could be the cleanest most spic-n-span-est shyt in the world but there's just something about the Seungtouch™ that'll do it every time.

teaches you baseball. I don't make the rules in this gang shit, I just enforce 'em. ┐( ˘_˘)┌

if you can't/don't want to indulge in the more physical aspects of it, he's yappin' allll about the sport to you in layman's terms. when you were little he gaslit himself into thinking you were genuinely interested + invested in what he was saying likeeeee.

you had no chance. he'd cornered you while you were in your high chair. he's sneaky, pulling out handheld erase boards while spending time with you in your playpen to illustrate playoffs and compare historical records between his favorite teams. he's even taken you to several games !!! ⚾

he just wants to share one of his favorite things with his baby, okay? :((

(and if you show genuine interest he's the happiest dada in the world. if you dare to use proper baseball lingo, you absolute dog, he will be cheesing so so hard. his paternal pride is riding at an all-time high. life is peak and it can only get higher).

this mf is so weird y'all will go outside to play on an actual field and he will get on all fours and chase you all the way around the diamond 'til you reach home base. then once you do he'll either a) act like he ain't traumatized you within an inch of your life, straighten up and cheer on your success or b) start growling and chuffing and barking like a REAL 👏🏼 MF 👏🏼 DOG 👏🏼 and keep chasing you.

(he showers you in praise either way so u are, indeed, the real winner here 😼 your second-youngest parent is just an oddball).

the parent that's exquisite in helping you with academics !! I wanna be funny & say he's the parent that scolds you over math questions at the kitchen table and stays with you until you get it correct but, he's too patient for that. seungmo is very smart, we all know this, but I don't think he'd implement that standard childhood homework trauma within you.

he's patient, he's thorough, he doesn't make you feel like a dunce and he encourages you to ask questions. he doesn't think you're dumb and he'll shut down any potential negative self-talk. he's the main one you go to for help with scholastic matters bc every time you do, no matter what subject it covers, the assignments that had seungmin's influence receive notably high marks.

he'd be proud of you no matter what :') high marks, low marks, middleman marks - as long as you tried your best, that's all that matters.

pets your head, smooths his large hand down your back - warm and comforting - and gives you that puppy - esque smile you know so well.

"Y/nnie did good today. Mm? Even just breathing, my little diamond did good today."

(Y'ALL I GOT THE NN DIAMOND FROM THE BASEBALL THING!! IT'S A BASEBALL REFERENCE!!!! BE PROUD OF ME!!! 😭 MY HEART ACHESSSSSS MONGMONGIE CALLING HIS CHILD HIS "DIAMOND" I WILL KEEL MYSELF OVER RIGHT THIS INSTANT)

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but ehehe, JUST BECAUSE YOU'RE HIS BABY DON'T MEAN YOU'RE FREE OR SAFE FROM HIS SAVAGENESS PLEASEEEEE YOU WILL BE CATCHING STRAYS 💀

teased you once by saying they adopted you from some grizzly bears in the forest and you cried snot and ended up running away to the local park close to y'all's house - whether that was because you were distraught or because you ventured off to try and find your so-called fuzzy family or heck. both? that's a story for another day -

and this man was the main one panicking trying to find you. it was truly a sight: the calm, collected, cool as a mf cucumber kim seungmin becoming a feral disheveled mess because his child is GONE—

(you were less than 30 feet away but I honestly get it)

—he was screaming, crying, throwing up, falling against the walls, ripping at his hair - the works. hell, your other parents (who had all been previously scolding him for his advanced teasing on your young impressionable mind) ended up comforting him instead lmaoo

while they were honestly freaking tf out - not just at your disappearance (if they had peeked out a window they would've been able to see your little bobbing head, hear the little cinnamoroll bell keychain on your pack-pack 🤦 men.) but at such a state of seungmin - it just made a dire situation simultaneously chaotically comical & just that more dire.

he fell to his knees and wept when they got you back again and refused to let go of you for nearly an hour straight.

despite after nearly being torn to shredssss with how much he got scolded by your other parents, namely by the entire hyung line, he was more concerned with you and was himself torn between scolding you and coddling you so it was just this chaotic heart wrenching mix of both 💀.

(chan bc he's daddy [/ns], lino bc he's mommy [/ns], binbin bc that's his designated hyung & hyunjin bc "what do you even know?" + he must correct puppy's behavior. idk it just fits).

you didn't sleep with anybody but him that night and he spent the better portion of the rest of that month practically grovelling at your feet in apology. he quite literally was at your beck and call, spoiling you rotten as if u aren't already smh out of pure guilt, he had to be restrained by your other parents lmfaoaoooo.

but it simply served as a segue for him to reiterate how much you really mean to him. no matter how much he may lightheartedly tease you, no matter how many jokes he may make, he adores you so much it aches so please understand Appa and never go away. especially like that, ever again. okay??

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he is not someone you want to be scolded by. I mean I doubt you'd ever want to be scolded by any of them but seungmo is a whole 'nother ballgame. (y'all see what I did there? *wheeze, knee slap, chokes*) just, that's it.

but he's ALSO ... another safe base for when you're mopin'. he is wonderful with his words & very intelligent, he's more than able to craft it in such a way that they touch right down to your heart and head so that his reassurances stick with you for a long while.

and sometimes you don't need nor want words so he will just ... be there. he's your rock pt ii. seungmin may appear demulcent on the outside but he is unyielding in his ways and not easily shaken. that's most in part why you know you can rant to him, scream and holler and cry and heck - maybe even throw some things around.

he'll sit there and let you get it all out, unperturbed, simply watching you with an unreadable - yet not unkind - expression. patiently waiting for the storm to pass and the inevitable drizzle to take over; and when that happens he's pulling you close with your permission, grasping your hand in his, stroking his thumb across your knuckles and murmuring loving soothsaying into your ears.

don't get me wrong, he won't lie to you - dare I say he's the most logic-minded one amongst all your parents - if you're in a pickle involving other parties he's psychoanalyzing their behaviors solely based on what you've told him & letting u know what's good. and if you're in the wrong in any way, he'll (gently) shine a light on it too. but he says it in a way that doesn't really make you feel bad. just an incentive to do better next time =]

if you want advice, he'll give it. if you don't, he won't say anything. he's very good at just ... being there.

a constant presence by your side, as natural and essential as air itself.

"Hand me my guitar, coffee bean. Come and sing with Appa, hm? Appa will sing a beautiful song for his aegi . . . wha-? No, not Yeni. You're my aegi."

정인 | jeongin

a healthy mix between chill parent and helicopter parent, but in all honesty, he's actually your Busan-ian grandmother.

because he knows the frustrations of being babied and coddled , he's a little more willing to give you freedom. but in the sense that he doesn't really straight up baby you and treats you accordingly & respects you as an individual !!

from this, you get a sense of independence when it comes to developing your social skills and introspection - yeni's perspective would allow you to see you outside yourself and present you in a way that you want to. he also reassures you when you're unsure of things and you can def count on him to softly go "aigooo~" when you stumble a bit along the way. but no fretting ! cuz he'll be there to help you up, dust you off, and be there every step of the way. 🥰

you definitely love your granmama appa so so much. he's everything to you and you're everything to him oms. 🤞🏼💕

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tho he doesn't really use them often & just calls you by your name, or like lino, aegyo versions + the esteemed "ynnie" - the endearments he does call you are his cub !! because that's actually what baby foxes are called: cub , kit , pup & dearest are his main endearments for you.

(and "my son/daughter/child" in an operatic trot tone when he wants to be funny. he's a country boy. /derog)

call him old-fashioned, call him old-school, call him old man (THAT is one he will NEVER TOLERATE!!!), yeni has such a comforting and nostalgic vibe. he's stable and wise and mature and he takes care of you very well !!

on sundays he'd wake you up and bring you out to the living room where you guys would turn on the big screen tv to watch cozy dramas and eat fruits. it's your healing time with your youngest appa.

but on the topic of oLd MaN 😪🤢🫢🫨😬 ... for calling him such obscenities (his words. who do you think he is?? chan???) he USED to just tickle you into submission when you were a kid but when you're grown & he's not able to gain the upper hand as easily, he plays the victim and tries to gaslight you into feeling guilty for "assaulting the hand that feeds you."

but he's missing the key detail that he raised you. you are immune to his little tricks and teases. he's created a monster unstoppable force and, day by day, he's becoming less and less of an immovable object.

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(y'all are legit besties stop)

you truly are his lil buddy :(( he's your youngest dad and despite all his maturity and mellowness, he's still got that baby bread boyish charm ✨ lino has an especially hefty collection of you two together when you were a baby/toddler and yeni was always all over you.

smiling and cooing at you while you were perched in your car seat during car rides, burping you after feedings, bouncing you gently up and down in his lap while making cute silly lil noises to hear your bubbly laughter, and ofc, singing his all-famous trot.

gift-giving & words of affirmation. 🎀

tho he's not big on pda or just too much affection in general, he shows his love and affection for you in different ways !! most often in the form of him spoiling you with clothes , food , snacks , fun little items that support your hobbies + interests !! no matter what it may be , he gets you the best version of that very thing. he's very observant of what you like & it's already been proven by evidence that he's among one of the best gift givers in the group !! why wouldn't he shower his child in the spoils of the latest trends and riches? (IM SO JEALOUS PLSS)

^ that doesn't mean he never shows you physical affection : he's particularly big on giving you forehead/temple kisses and always holds your hand when you guys are out in public running errands together.

i feel like y'all develop a bestie-type relationship when you're older !! of course the respect and boundaries that should be there between a father and child are there , but like ... there's not that many in the first place ?? y'all just be chilling fr. best chilling buddy. y'all are on the same wavelength of vibes and because yeni is always down for whateva concerning you, it's always a good time no matter what y'all are doing.

he's not a regular dad. he's a cool dad. /ref 🥂

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he may be easygoing but he's also a bit of a disciplinarian parent. i think that's why it's kinda scary getting scolded by him - he hardly keeps a tight rein on you and trusts you completely. you have a good head on your shoulders & even if you were in trouble, you have 8 men who will literally burn the world for you at your disposal. so you know you messed up bad if yeni gets stern and strict with you. nonetheless , he never wants to hurt or scare you ever - he just wants you to be safe.

y'all know those vids with the caption "when my bestie manager comes out of bestie mode and switches to manager mode" or something along those lines ?? yeah that's basically yeni 🥲

he's mellow most of the time but when he needs to lock in he locks in. parent #3 you definitely don't want being mad at you. it's so awkward and nauseating like 😖 it will definitely have you rethinking and regretting the thing you did in the first place.

but even then communication is key and he's a wise man who knows how to handle his shit & you're literally his kid. he goes in, makes sure the message is clearly delivered & once is all said and done, it's water down the drain.

& you immediately know y'all are good when he comes up to pat your head, smoothing down your scalp to gently squeeze at the back of your nape. it's minor but specific. a gesture that you depend on for peace.

because he's the youngest of your parents, he definitely can get a little overwhelmed and insecure sometimes. about his presence in your life. every little thing he does has the potential to influence you - it's quite literally his job to influence you. to have you grow into a capable, functioning adult navigating a world he, selfishly, wants to protect you from.

he has his moments ofc ofc, but honestly jeongin is such a mature and capable person himself, i feel there isn't much to fear at all. plus he's got seven other beautiful people backing him up so ... it's not like he's alone :'))

is he perfect? no. far from it. all of them are, really. but he has all the incentives: you're his child. and he loves you. and he tries, and makes it work, and puts you first in all aspects. it's enough. more than enough, really.

"Did you know that peeling tangerines for another person is a symbol of love? It requires attention, care, consideration . . . It usually means that whomever you peel a tangerine for, is someone you care for very much. Here, cub, take the big piece . . . Mhmm. Is it yummy? 😊 Eat deliciously, okay? Appa will peel you as many as you want."

𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟻 © ᴀᴇɪɴᴢᴢᴢᴋᴇᴛᴄʜᴜᴘ. ᴀʟʟ ʀɪɢʜᴛs ʀᴇsᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ.

ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴘᴇʀᴍɪssɪᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ᴛʀᴀɴsʟᴀᴛᴇ, ᴄʀᴏss-ᴘᴏsᴛ, ᴄᴏᴘʏ, ᴘᴀsᴛᴇ, ᴏʀ ᴘʟᴀɢɪᴀʀɪᴢᴇ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋ.

[starkwlkr]

hi babe!! love your dad!Charles ideass!! ABSOLUTELY MY EVERYDAY READ!! anyway if you don’t mind, can you make where ruby is jealous of her little sister/brother because her parents give too much attention to him/her and she thinks they forget her.

why not me? | charles leclerc

am i using a mitski lyric as the title? yes. i also got another request similar except uncle pierre makes an appearance

request: Hi! You should do a baby Leclerc one shot where she tells Pierre she’s going to live w him since they had the baby and she thinks they’ve forgotten her

Mathéo was crying too much, that’s what Ruby thought. She didn’t really understood why he even cried. Y/n always fed him, changed his diaper and even called him sweet names to comfort him. Years ago, Ruby was in Mathéo’s position, but now she was older and she didn’t like being pushed to the side.

Ruby was in her playroom. She was coloring in her Barbie book when she heard Mathéo cry. Charles was away for another race so it was just Y/n with her children in their home. Ruby ignored the crying baby since Y/n was taking care of him and continued coloring in. Once she was done, she put down her crayon and walked into Mathéo’s nursery where she found her mother attempting to calm the baby down. Y/n looked stressed, she probably slept about three hours since Mathéo didn’t want to sleep so he cried all night long.

“Mama, look! You’re not looking! I colored Barbie! I want to show grand-mére, can you take a picture and send it to her?” Ruby showed her work proudly.

“Give me a second, Ruby, your brother needs me right now.” Y/n adjusted the baby in her arms.

Ruby watched as her mother held the baby close to her. She felt jealous, she’ll admit that. They went four years with Ruby as their only child and suddenly Mathéo came. Now she had to share everything, especially the love and attention from her parents, uncles, aunts and most importantly, her grand-mére.

“Can you take a picture now?”

“Ruby, I can’t, I’m taking care of your brother.” Y/n sighed as Mathéo continued crying.

“But you always take care of him!”

Ruby ran out of the room nearly in tears. She decided that her parents didn’t need her, not since the new baby arrived. She ran to the living room and saw her mother’s phone on the kitchen counter. She knew she was still on a phone ban but she picked it up and unlocked it. She clicked on the messages icon and saw pierre’s name. She opened up the messages and typed out one of her own.

Y/n

uncle peair can i c ome live wiht you ?

She hit send and waited for a response. Luckily for her, pierre wasn’t busy.

Pierre

what’s wrong, my little ruby?

Y/n

mama do es not love m e

Pierre

Of course she does.

Y/n

No

I want to live wiht u and ki ka

Ruby didn’t get a response back from Pierre. She immediately thought that Pierre was already on his way to pick her up. What she didn’t know was that Pierre has shown the messages to Charles.

Suddenly Y/n’s phone started ringing with Charles’ contact name appearing on the screen. Ruby took the phone to her mother and then ran back to her room.

“Hey, you okay?” Y/n said when she answered the call. She put the call on speaker since she was about to change Mathéo’s diaper.

“I’m okay. But Pierre just received some messages from Ruby. They came from your phone.” Charles explained so Y/n checked her texts and saw what Ruby had typed to the Frenchman.

“Oh, Ruby.” Y/n sighed. “She was trying to show me her coloring book and Mathéo was crying. I’ll talk to her.”

“Give her kisses for me, I’ll be home soon. Let me know how it goes.” Charles said then Y/n hung up.

After changing Mathéo, Y/n carried him to Ruby’s room where she was all snuggled up with blankets in her bed watching ‘Cars’ on her iPad.

“Ruby, papa told me that you sent uncle pierre some messages. You want to live with uncle pierre and kika?” Y/n entered the room and sat on her daughter’s bed.

“Yes and he’s already on his way.” She said confidently.

“Well uncle pierre lives in Italy and papa and i would miss you so much.” Y/n said.

“No you wouldn’t! You have the baby.” Ruby replied.

“Ruby, papa and i love you and the baby so much. You’re my special little girl and Mathéo is my special little boy. You were the one who made me a mama. You know before you were born, I thought I was never going to be able to have children and then you came. That’s why you’re my special little girl, Ruby Jules.”

“Am I papa’s special girl too?” She asked curiously.

“You’ve always been, baby. He was so excited to meet you. He cried so many times but don’t tell him I told you.” Y/n chuckled when she saw Ruby laugh at the thought of her papa crying.

“So you still love me?”

“Ruby Jules, we never stopped loving you.”

[eternal-love]

Austin and Me

“Fairytale wedding”

“Wife to the ‘king’. Icon to the world. Destined for more.”

Summary: At 18 years old, she fell in love with Austin, at 20 years old, she became his wife, by 22, she was his doll. In which Cynthia’s life changed drastically after falling head over heels with a man that promised her the moon and the stars. She takes us down the memory lane of what could’ve been— the perfect marriage.

Inspired by the book: Elvis and me by Priscilla Presley.

I do not condemn any of the portrayals I decide to do about certain people, it’s just fanfiction. And it would be divided in parts.

English isn’t my first language so I’m trying my best!

Part 1, Part 2

Weddings are supposed to be big and beautiful days for the bride to celebrate her upcoming life, well mine wasn’t. Being pregnant before marriage was a huge no with my parents, so I was terrified to tell them. I was 20! I wasn’t even out of their house yet. I had to tell Austin first, but I was terrified, what if he didn’t want to have a baby? He was 27.

At first he was perplexed, he blinked a thousand times more than I’ve ever seen anyone in my life. I was ready for him to shout and blame me but he didn’t.

“I’m gonna be a daddy…” Austin muttered under his breath before a smile appeared on his face. He grabbed me and kissed me all over the face. “We’re gettin’ married, baby!”

I was giggling excitedly, it was the weirdest thing I’ve ever lived. Ever since I was a young girl, I’ve always dreamed of having a romantic proposal— not this. But I read the room and un destroys that he was short on money. We thrifted my rings that same night, to me it was beautiful.

I waited a while before telling my parents, we were having dinner at him. My mom and dad sat besides each other in front of me, meanwhile my younger sister and brother sat on each side of me. I had kept my hand hidden and kept trying to use my left hand but the excitement got to me.

“I’m getting married.” I said nervously as I showed off my ring.

“You’re what?” My mother put her utensils down slowly, so did my dad.

“Austin… proposed.” I stuttered once again. “I said yes.”

“You do know what this means, do you, Cynthia?” My father said sternly as he wiped his mouth with a napkin.

“I know…” I knew he wanted me out of the house as soon as the wedding took place, I would only be able to visit home and never stay here again, just like my older sister did. “I’ll be out of the house once the reception is done.”

After dinner I was in my room, dreading the decision I made hours ago, was I even ready to be married? I loved Austin but to spend all my life with him. Soon enough my mom and younger sister were there with me, laying in bed, talking to each other.

“Y te juro que el me hablo pero bien lindo, ¿cómo lo iba a rechazar? (And I swear he talked to me sweetly, how could I reject him?)” I groaned to my mother, my little sister giggled.

“Yo se, yo se (I know, I know).” My mother rubbed my head softly. At the end of the day, I’d only have my mother to cry to.

“Can I be a bridesmaid?” My 12 year old sister asked excitedly, the same exact excitement I felt when my older sister got married and I had the privilege of being one of her bridesmaids.

“Of course.” I told her with a big smile.

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I always wanted to have a big wedding, like the ones of fairytales. With the big dress and big wedding, I tried to tell Austin that but he was quick to always shut down my wishes.

“Baby, a big wedding it’s just too much work for the both of us. And I ain’t going to risk our baby.” Austin said as he placed his hand on my lower stomach.

“I know I just— I’ve always dreamed of my wedding being big and beautiful.” I said softly as I then pressed my lips together.

“Now— what happened to the twinkle in your eyes?” Austin rubbed my cheek softly. “All that matter is that we’ll be husband and wife, and that we’ll have a small baby with us…”

He made me feel as if wanting a big wedding was just a silly and egoistic wish, how dare I want to stress myself planning wedding and harming his baby on the process?

We looked through a bunch of salons for the reception and we ended up finding one we both liked. It was pretty and small, to keep it private like Austin wanted. I already had on mind how I wanted to look that day, my mind was all over Priscilla Presley’s wedding look. I wanted that bouffant and a similar dress, I was already skinny but with the pregnancy— I looked bloated. I needed a vintage wedding dress and so I went on the look out for one. Austin had bought himself a nice tuxedo, he had recently dyed his hair black because of a Broadway play he was doing.

The day of the actual wedding, I was excited beyond belief. I woke up at 4 AM, so did my mother and sisters. I did my makeup on my own but my room was a mess, my older sister, Jackie and my younger sister, Pattie, we’re getting ready there with me. I did my usual glam— just this time I added three pairs of falsies, Jackie helped me do my hair that day, she helped me tease it into a bouffant, then my mother helped me put on my veil. I would be lying if I said my father didn’t cry, it was the first time I saw him cry in all my life, he just hugged me tight.

The wedding was quick, we said our vows but the good part would be the reception. As we entered the salon, the guests were already there as ‘Venus’ by Frankie Avalon played on the background, I felt so— lucky. I was marrying who I thought was the love of my life.

“I’m so happy, baby.” Austin said as we sat at our table, he was squeezing my hand.

“Me too.” I whispered back to him.

My dad ended up accepting Austin as my husband, as he watched how Austin handled me so tenderly, how his big hands cupped my face, how his hand wandered around my waist as we talked to guests, how he kissed my cheeks countless of times.

“My little girl’s gonna be a good wife.” *My dad told Austin as they shook hands. Then my dad walked up to me and hugged me again, crying again as he took a step back to watch me. “Mija, tú sabes que tu mamá y yo siempre vamos a estar para lo que tú necesites (Mija, you know that your mama and I will always be here whenever you need us.)” My father said sweetly.

I cried a lot that day too, I never wanted to stop living with my family, we were very close, but I was maturing and growing up, I was starting my own family and I had to be strong.

Austin and I got married on February 12th, 2018, while I was one month into my pregnancy. We went back to his house, he carried me bridal style and laid me on the bed, he got on top of me, he kissed me.

“My wife.” He whispered softly before kissing me passionately.

It’s not like it would be my first time with him— but it felt magical. I don’t know why I felt so taken care of. I was scared, I never knew you could have sex while being pregnant, but he told me he had been doing his research. He made sweet love to me that night.

I was now Mrs. Butler— it had a nice ring to it.

I know some of y’all might not like Austin on this fanfic! He might be an asshole half the time.

[mystic-writings]

remember the nights | chapter nine — suspicion

WORD COUNT — 2,880

WARNINGS — none

NOTES — sorry but this chapter will always be iconic to me

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In the week since you’d realized your true feelings toward Newt, it was as though you couldn’t get your mind off the topic. Your eye caught onto everything Newt said or did, fixating on him, making you glance his way every few minutes. 

You felt like your senses had been dialed up to eleven, like you’d suddenly become more alert and hyper-aware of his presence when he was around you. You’d automatically began to pick up on every little thing now, and it was getting to you. Every time he sat next to you during lunch, every time he’d lean over to see your workbook during chemistry to make sure you were doing things right — where you’d always end up catching a whiff of his cologne. You even picked up on how he would glance your way every now and then, like he was checking to make sure you were still there. 

Normally, you’d be excited that it was Friday, because Friday meant dinner at Mickey’s and going to the playground. But there was a problem this week. Instead of you getting a ride with Thomas and Teresa, Newt had offered to pick you up early, and for some reason, you said yes. You’d usually be even more excited about something like this, but you weren’t looking forward to being hyper-aware, nor were you looking forward to being alone with Newt. 

You didn’t have much of a choice anymore, though, as you’d already agreed. Plus, this was something you were going to have to learn to live with if you wanted to keep the friend group entirely intact, so adjusting to it this way just seemed like your best option.

By 6pm, you’d changed out of your school clothes and into something warmer — and playground appropriate, as you were sure that you’d be playing Grounders again like you had last week — and were waiting patiently for the text from Newt to tell you he was waiting outside. You’d already put everything you needed into your purse, and pulled it onto your shoulder as you headed out of your room to wait in the living room with your dad and Chuck. 

When you found them and sat on the arm of the couch, you were unsurprised to find them watching Star Wars, both of them so invested in the film that you were sure they hadn’t noticed your arrival. Your phone pinged just as you were being sucked into the movie, indicating Newt was waiting for you. 

You typed out a reply as you stood and made your way to the door, hitting send just as Thomas called out your name from the stairs. You stopped right in front of the door, turning around and looking up from your phone. “What’s up?”

Thomas wasted very little time in crossing the hallway, nor in getting to the point. “Do you have feelings for Newt?”

You froze, merely blinking at the boy in front of you as you tried to wipe the shock from your face. You already felt the burning creeping up your cheeks, and you only hoped that Thomas didn’t notice it as you laughed his question off. “I don’t know what makes you think that, but I can promise you, Thomas, I don’t have feelings for Newt.”

“Oh, really?” Thomas’ words came out eerily calm, underlined with anger. “Because I think you do. I think you have since you met him. I mean, you’re basically spending every second you’re with him as close to him as you can get. And I’m starting to think he has feelings for you, too.” 

You could feel the anger stewing within Thomas like a brewing storm. “Listen to me, Thomas. I don’t have feelings for Newt. And I doubt he feels that way about me, either. So don’t read too much into something that isn’t there, or you’ll drive yourself crazy.” 

A horn honked outside, accompanied by another ping on your phone. You turned back to face the door, gripping the handle and opening it. A chill was sent over your body as a breeze blew inside, and you turned to face Thomas one final time. 

“There’s nothing going on between us, I promise. You have nothing to worry about, okay? I’ll see you at the diner.” 

Stepping out into the cold evening, you slammed the door behind you. Your gut began to churn as you made your way to Newt’s car, your mind running in circles as you processed exactly what just happened. How has Thomas managed to figure it out? Were you so obvious about how you felt about Newt? And why had he been so angry, anyway? There was no way you were going to do anything about how you felt, there were just too many risks involved.  

You managed to pull yourself from your thoughts and back to the real world when your hand clutched the handle of the passenger door, prying it open. You plastered a semi-fake smile on your lips as you slipped into the car and greeted Newt, making sure he had no suspicions that anything negative had happened.

As the boy turned the car off the street, you asked, “Is there any real reason you wanted to take me to the diner alone, or am I just that amazing that you wanted to spend more time with me?”

Newt laughed, glancing at you. “I just thought you’d want to have at least one car ride to the diner that didn’t involve your brother and his girlfriend. I know what it’s like to be the third wheel with them on car rides, and it’s definitely not my favorite thing to do.” 

“Thank you for saving me from that this week, then.”  You smiled. “It feels weird, listening to their conversations in the backseat and not really being a part of them. It’s like I’m hearing stuff I’m not supposed to.” 

The rest of the short drive was occupied entirely by the radio as a calm feeling settled over the both of you. Once you arrived at the diner, you were greeted immediately by Mickey and Frypan before heading to your usual booth, unsurprised to find that you were the first ones there. You and Newt sat at the booth with your backs to the door, with him tucked into the wall, and you right next to him. 

Not long after you arrived did Teresa and Thomas, who mirrored yours and Newt’s seating position. Then came Brenda, who had walked up on her own using the shortcut. The rest of the group arrived all at once, about twenty minutes after you first got to the diner. Gally, Minho, Sonya, and Harriet all filed into the diner, one after the other, like the warmth inside was the only thing that would keep them alive. 

Turning your head to face them as Gally slid into the booth next to Teresa, you smirked and asked, “So, what took you four so long to get here, exactly?”

“He took forever to get ready,” Gally glared at Minho, who put his hands up defensively and wore an expression that displayed the perfect mixture of shock and offense. 

He scoffed. “Well I’m sorry that I actually care about my appearance, jackass.”

“There’s a difference between caring about your appearance and spending twenty five minutes in the bathroom doing your hair.” Harriet cut in, pushing the tables together. 

“Seriously, Minho, what the hell were you even doing in there?” Sonya asked, pulling up a chair. 

Minho sat down and said, “There’s a science to the swoop, okay? I have to get it right otherwise it doesn’t work.”

The group laughed as everyone sat down, before you took over the conversation. “Couldn’t Minho have driven himself, though? I mean, you’re almost eighteen, right? Don’t you have a license?”

“Minho’s not allowed to drive,” Newt told you, a cheeky smile on his face. 

“Why not?”

All eyes landed on Minho, who sat at the head of the table. “I may or may not have crashed the car my parents bought me.”

“He didn’t just crash his car,” Thomas said. “He crashed the very nice, very new, Toyota his parents got him for his birthday a week after he got it. Dumbass tried to do donuts in the school parking lot and hit a lamppost.”

“They banned me from having a car until I’m 20.” 

Minho’s downtrodden tone and exaggerated pout was enough to get people laughing for a bit. 

Dinner went as it always did. Conversation flowed steadily between everyone, sometimes pausing as people ate their food. Then came the milkshakes, and you were almost shocked when Mickey stopped you before you ordered to tell you he knew what you wanted, and had already written it down. The only oddity of the meal was Thomas, who seemed to think that glancing between you and Newt every few minutes with a stone cold expression on his face was completely normal and not weird in the slightest. You noticed the anger brewing in his dark brown irises, and could only feel annoyed at him. 

After dinner, while everyone was on their way to the playground, Gally called out from the back of the group, “Everyone’s going to the bonfire, right?”

“Bonfire?” You asked, glancing back at the boy. “There’s a bonfire? When?”

“Oh, that’s right,” Brenda realized from beside you. “Yeah, it’s like this unofficial school event type of thing. The juniors and seniors throw one every year on the second Friday of November, just outside of town. There’s an old baseball diamond out there where the old school was before it got torn down and it’s always super fun. There’s booze and music and stuff.”

“But that’s not the best part, though,” Sonya told you. “Apparently, every year since like…. the eighties, something big has happened at the party. Most times there’s a fight or something like that, but a few times people have been caught cheating on their partners. From what I’ve heard, it’s really cool to watch.”

Your stomach churned once again as you processed the information. A party where alcohol would be served without supervision to a bunch of teenagers, packed with drama, and a raging, borderline dangerous, fire? It sounded like a recipe for utter disaster. You only nodded at Sonya’s words, keeping quiet until you reached the playground, where everyone left their items on the picnic bench as Harriet declared a game of Grounders. 

The game itself lasted for a while, and as usual, it was a lot of fun. Newt proved to be surprisingly good at creeping over the gravel ground to reach the merry-go-round without getting caught, and you devised a practically foolproof plan of not getting caught by whoever was ‘it’. All you had to do was climb over the railing of the small bridge on the main play structure, stand there with your hands on the rail and feet on the lip of the platform, and wait for the game to end. 

Once everyone decided to do their own things, you decided to head over to the swings. With your hands gripping the chainlinks, you leaned back as far as your body would allow and tilted your view to the sky, deciding to see exactly how much of Newt’s information about the stars you could remember, doing your best to identify as many constellations as you could remember. 

As you were searching for Orion’s belt, the chainlinks of the swing to your left rattled, and you pulled yourself up to find that Newt had sat in the swing beside you. 

His feet kicked lightly at the dirt and rocks below him as his hands gripped the chainlinks similarly to yours, neck stretched to look up at the sky as well. 

Your eyes trailed along the outline of his side profile, from the way his hair flopped backward, to the slope of his nose, to his very prominent Adam’s apple, which bobbed as he began to speak. 

“Do you know why people named the stars?”

“No,” you practically whispered, shaking your head even though he couldn’t see you. You were struggling to focus, completely overtaken by Newt. You begged it to focus, focus, focus on anything but him. On the way he looked. 

On how much you wanted to kiss him. 

“We’ve always been doing it. Mostly the Romans, Arabs, and the Greeks, though. They liked attaching names and meanings to the stars. To cope with living with them, I think.” He said. “They all had different names for them. The Greeks liked putting the stars into their myths, like the daughters of Atlas and stuff.” Even as Newt continued talking, you could barely focus on what he was telling you. 

The simple fact was, you just couldn’t take your eyes off of him for long enough to tune into the conversation. You could hear the hum of his voice, it’s usual cadence, but your mind refused to process his words, only willing to process him. 

When you did manage to pull yourself from the stupor you found yourself in, you glanced over to the picnic table, where Thomas, Teresa, and Brenda were, sitting on the tabletop with their feet planted on the bench seat. Brenda and Teresa talked adamantly to one another, but Thomas remained silent. His hand was intertwined with Teresa’s, resting on her thigh, but his eyes were glued on you and Newt. 

The unsettling feeling in your gut and the burning in his eyes confirmed that he’d seen everything, and everything you tried to deny came undone in seconds. Everything you’d told him earlier was a complete lie, and now he knew it, too. 

Newt’s voice trailed off after a few more minutes, and this time, you were the one who took over the conversation. Squinting, your eyes swept over the playground as you said, “Do you know what I caught Brenda doing in photography today?”

A laugh was already beginning to form in his mouth as Newt asked, “What’d she do this time?”

“She was watching Descendants, again.”

Newt laughed loudly, probably catching other people’s attention, but you didn’t care, as you laughed with him. 

“I don’t blame her, since we didn’t have much to do, but when I asked her why she was watching it all she told me was that she ‘couldn’t help that Jay was hot.’”

Newt’s contagious laughter continued, reducing to giggles that you couldn’t help but smile at. When he finally calmed, he spared a glance to her and Teresa, still talking adamantly with one another. “I’ll never understand their obsession with those movies. Ever since the first one came out it’s like they’ve watched them a thousand times.” 

“I get it,” you shrugged. “I was the same way with Lord of The Rings. I still am.” Newt’s eyes widened at your confession and you giggled at his expression. “Me,  my dad, and my uncle have been obsessed with the movies for as long as I can remember. They sat me in front of the TV when I was like, five, and I’ve been hooked since. And with the amount of stuff I’ve bought because of it, I think my dad’s starting to regret it.” 

“How much do you think you’ve spent, then?”

You contemplated the question for a bit, doing some brief mental math. “I’m not sure, exactly, but it’s a lot. I’ve got like, four or five different copies of the trilogies, maybe?” Newt’s jaw dropped and you laughed. “Let me explain it to you. I have them on Apple TV, since the bundle for The Hobbit and Lord of The Rings were on sale last year, uh, my dad bought the extended edition of the trilogy on DVD when the last movie came out, and a few years ago my uncle gave me his DVD set, and I found all three theatrical edition DVDs at a Value Village a few years back, so I bought them.” 

Newt scoffed out a disbelieving laugh and shook his head. “I just can’t believe your family spent that much money on a single movie series.”

“Oh, that’s just the movies.” You said. “If you saw all the merchandise and memorabilia we have, it’d probably put you in credit card debt before you even had a line of credit.” 

Newt laughed again, and you felt your heart stutter. You realized in that moment that you could listen to him laugh forever. The conversation continued on for a while, switching topics every few minutes as you both bounced from thought to thought. 

Just as you were wrapping up a heated rant about how weird of a show Riverdale had become since its first season, which you didn’t have the courage to watch past, everyone came to the decision that it was time to go home before curfew was broken. 

So again, you said your goodbyes to the group and headed home again, this time with Thomas and Teresa, despite wanting to catch a ride with Newt or Gally, considering your step brother’s angry eyes that nearly burned holes into your head the entire way home. 

A single thought repeated in your mind until you escaped to the sanctuary that was your bedroom, the exhaustion of the night ready to take over — you were completely, totally screwed.

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[lbctal]

y’all mind if i yap about the walton gq interview a bit?

okay shoutout to my friend ash for manifesting this interview after danny did his LMAO

FIRST THOUGHTS: WHERE THE FUCK IS VENUS???

if you asked me his most iconic characters, venus is absolutely in the top three. how the fuck do they mention BILLY CRASH and JAY WHITTLE but not VENUS VAN DAM???? fuck whoever came up with this list.

now that that’s out of my system, let’s go in order, shall we?

lee russell: ty walton for describing russell fucking perfectly. him and i are the only people who understand russell. (jk) ALSO YESSS THE DUCK LIPS BUT SIR CAN YOU SAY A LINE. PLEASEEE. on my knees. MOST IMPORTANTLY; WALTON SHIPS GAMBYRUSSELL. FUCK YESSSS 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈 LOVE WINS

cooper howard: snore. i’m so fucking bored of this guy. are we not tired of hearing shit about the goddamn ghoul. moving on.

shane vendrell: STOP MAKING ME WATCH LEM DIE. CHRIST. but thank you again walton for focusing more on the shield than on your biggest piece of shit character!! and when he started talking ‘psychological condition’ it reminded me of how i’m like almost certain shane is bipolar. wonder if he’d agree w me on that? anyways.

boyd crowder: WHYYYY DO THEY HAVE TO PLAY THE FINAL SCENE HOLY FUCKING SHIT I ALMOST CRIED AGAIN. so thankful to mr. olyphant for convincing walton to do justified. their chemistry IS SO PALPABLE. his love for boyd and raylan and justified in general is so fucking precious to me and it makes the show so much more special and it would absolutely not be justified if it weren’t for his spectacular input. i could listen to him blab on about that show all fucking day, it’s the whole reason i love him. beautiful fucking words to describe it. just speechless. much love to this man. ‘raylan givens is an asshole. but he’s my asshole.’ WE KNOW YOU’RE THE ORIGINAL RAYLANBOYD SHIPPER, BABE. 🩶

baby billy freeman: this bit was JAM PACKED w info and i loved it sm. really shocked they just came up w him on the spot but you could really tell cuz he’s like the perfect combination of walton’s ideas and danny’s ideas cultivated into this old man. too bad he didn’t mention that he was inspired by his dad again, lol.

billy crash: this part was like a bit confusing to me cuz i have heard different stories about how he got the role from other sources but it’s good to get some confirmation. pretty akin to what i heard, though. also giggled a bit when he said you don’t change what quentin writes cuz tarantino himself said ‘someone’ wanted to change the ending of django. but y’all didn’t hear that from me, lmao. always love to watch billy crash writhing in pain. :)

chris mannix: also a lot of new info for this one!! although i already knew about all the drama about h8 and the leak and all that, it’s interesting to hear the process the actors went through. would’ve paid millions to hear him do his voice. also why is he gatekeeping info, UGH. all i wanna know is if he had an encounter with tarantino’s punsihment dildo for falling asleep on set. lmfao.

the hero / jay whittle: okay, at first i was kinda pissed that he got a spot instead of venus, but this might’ve been my favorite segment aside from boyd’s. I never really find anything about him talking about his time on set of I’m a virgo so this was such a nice treat. i LOVE how he approaches each one of his characters, it’s so special and is why each one of them are so special and different from any other character you’ve ever seen. the wig story was fucking hilarious and it’s just so sweet how he says let’s figure this person out together. such a wonderful guy. it is SUCH a BEAUTIFUL story with a POWERFUL message and i adore how he recognized that. and the way he described jay? CHEF’S FUCKING KISS. mid-life crisis superhero who behaves like an alcoholic and is incapable of seeing different than his own pov? walt, you’re a fucking genius. his closing statement was absolute beauty.

anyways thanks for reading my ramble.

JUSTICE FOR MY GIRL VENUS

[vickozone]

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#121 Oliver. He’s dead and JON! YOU’RE OKAY!

#122 zombies and Jon’s first instinct from waking up from a 6 month coma is to read a statement. Icon.

#123 He just got back and Melanie wants to kill him and something is up with Martin. Also, The Web, I suppose. Coding?

#124 More Simon. What a guy. Also, Jon is… very concerned for Martin…

#125 The Slaughter is back and Melanie! CALM DOWN! MY HEADPHONES ARE ON LIFE SUPPORT AS IT IS!

#126 The Spiral clarity + Martin is being manipulated (SHE STABBED HIM!?)

#127 Another letter to Jonah. AND ELIAS IS JUST CHILLIN IN PRISON. GO OFF, KING!

#128 Breekon is nothing without Hope. The institute and ooo! Jon eye powers!

#129 Guy drowned in grandpa’s house and JON NEEDS AN ANCHOR! Also, very homosexual interaction.

#130 Meat ritual and JON! NO, SELF HARM IS BAD! YOU BETTER NOT DO WHAT I THINK YOU’RE IMPLYING!

#131 AAAA! AAAA! OH. OH NO. Jared is the Boneturner and Helen is an absolute queen <3

#132 Jon saves Daisy!! Yay! She is also The Hunt, but, whatever. The tapes drew him back…

#133 The Hunt ritual, and Basira… has feelingsss. The Hunt is about the chase, not the kill.

#134 The Extinction!? NO. Also Lukas is the worst. Hate that guy.

#135 “Have I ever told you how much I hate the sun?” -Manuela Lol, The Dark, The Vast, and The Lonely funded the space expedition.

#136 Annabelle! Creepy celeb puppet. And Daisy telling Jon he’s not responsible for everything gives hope. Yes! Therapy!

#137 The Slaughter ritual & Gertrude was fond of Gerry :( The Watcher’s Crown??

#138 “And then the sky blinked.” Elias is literally the ‘no need to thank me’ meme and Jonah and Smirke knew about the 14 fears and then he dies or smthn

#139 The life and crimes of Agnes. Jon MAYBE saw Peter’s plan and- PRAISE THE LORD, JON LIKES MARTIN!!

#140 Stupid Maxwell. Also, Santa is working working with the Devine Host (/j) & we’re going on a trip! :D

#141 Salesa statement from boat guy. Oh, Jon, I see why Martin has a crush on you now. 10/10 voice acting on everyone’s part.

#142 JEEZ, JON! You gave this poor woman literal trauma! Goodness…

#143 oh, it’s Manuela! Jon looked AT the darkness and HELEN IS A SAVIOR!

#144 MARTIN! We do NOT talk to people like that! Especially Daisy! This isn’t you! The Extinction is real, I guess, but, come on! Not cool.

#145 Gertrude is COLD. Dude’s head is somewhere in the institute- uh-

#146 5 people? Goodness, Jon. He can’t control it though, can he? Helen got Marcus and Basira is off to meet with Annabelle friggin Cane.

#147 Okay. No, he can control it. I love Anna. I also got Nikola flashbacks. Oh boy.

#148 Not 5 seconds in and Elias gets assaulted. Jon is worried for Martin and he read a statement about The Eye. A.

#149 Concrete Jungle. Oh and Martin is using Lonely powers. Greaaat.

#150 Homophobic endless houses and Melanie really said “nuh uh” to her job

#151 Simon is my new husband. Uhhh. He answered Martin’s questions, yada yada, he has Lonely powers

#152 More of The Buried. Jon and Helen chat more about avatar crap.

#153 Another odd desolation flesh cult, also Trevor and chic is here and he is HUNGRY

#154 Gerry’s dead dad gives a statement. J + M both F bomb, very gay, eye gouging is the only way out. (“It’s pretty drastic.” “What you gotta gouge your eyes out or something?” “…” “…” “…” “Fuck off.” <- funniest conversation in the whole series)

#155 Guy kills others to keep himself alive + MEL IS REMOVING HER EYES- OKAY-

#156 More extinction about an abandoned park and I am very scared for Martin

#157 another extinction- OMG MEL AND GEORGIE! Did… Helen stab Jon?

#158 SO MUCH. Martin played Lukas, Daisy is feral, ELIAS IS JONAH, Not!Sasha is loose, disaster duo is here, Martin is stuck in Lonely, Gertrude wanted ‘Elias’ to kill her. WHAT.

#159 Peter shares his story, is evaporated. “I see you, Jon…”

#160

Look at the sky, Martin. It’s looking back.

I OPEN THE DOOR!

[ozimagines]

Ok so it’s official; Holly is the collective Oz child. I will be writing her interacting with EVERYONE at some point at this rate😂 Got inspired by a few posts by Fiona St. James himself! (He goes by He/Him out of the drag personas I believe and she/her while in them. I will be using only she/her for Fiona just because I’ve read some good pieces where she’s a trans woman and not a drag persona so I want to be respectful of that.🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️) Written because I could have really used this absolute ICON when I was in school, trying to figure things out for myself.

Fiona Zonioni and Holly Beecher in:

Read for Filth

Holly rushed into the car and slammed the door, put her head in her knees, and started to cry. Beecher and Keller both exchanged a look, Beecher’s being one of sympathy and understanding, and Keller’s being one of unbridled rage.

Holly was dealing with some bullies as of late. She wouldn’t tell them what it was about. Always said something like “girl stuff” and moved on. Holly was a strong kid. She had been through a lot at a very young age. She grew a thick skin, for the most part. But she was blossoming into a preteen, in her first year of middle school and apparently the other girls were just not having any of it. Keller and Beecher had heated discussions at night about what to do about it. Beecher wanted to tell the principal, but Keller thought that would only make things worse. Keller thought he should go deal with it, but Beecher insisted that would only make it worse.

“Holly Jolly, are you ready to talk yet?” Beecher called softly as he drove. She wouldn’t look up.

“No.” She said, muffled by her own jacket sleeves. She kept sniffling and whispering softly to herself, and Beecher tried to stop himself from crying with her. He lived and died by what his daughter felt, and right now she was in pain he couldn’t take away. He felt helpless. Keller placed a large hand on his thigh and squeezed. Time for Dad #2.

“C’mon, kitten, you’re gonna have to tell us eventually.” He turned around in his seat to face her. She still had her head down, sobbing uncontrollably.

“Leave me alone. You don’t understand.”

“Try me, pumpkin.”

She cried even harder into her coat sleeves. Every attempt at making her feel better seemed to make her feel worse. Both men relented, Keller reaching back and putting a hand on her shoulder as she cried.

“I wanna go home.”

“Soon, Holls.” Beecher said, checking in her in the rear view mirror. “First we gotta drop something off at a friend’s.”

“She’s your friend. She doesn’t like me.” Chris corrected in an attempt to make Holly laugh. Both men checked. It didn’t work.

They pulled up to a house in a different neighborhood, with a woman sitting out front. Holly peeked over the edge of her hoodie sleeve. The woman was wearing a sparkly black dress in the middle of the day, full make up, and long black hair. She sauntered up to the car with a confidence and glow, smiling at the familiar faces. She waved at them, and the men acknowledged her. She came up to the car and Beecher handed her a package.

“It’s from Alvarez; he said this time don’t…” Beecher looked back at Holly, who ducked her head down and pretended not to be looking. “Don’t eff up the tiara before the third act this time.”

“Darling, have you ever known me to be responsible when it comes to diamonds. They are a girl’s best friend.” She added, slyly, tossing her hair over her shoulder. Holly couldn’t help but watch. Her beauty was mesmerizing. Her confidence, even more so. Holly hiccuped, which always happens when she cries, and the woman’s eyes darted to her.

“Would this be the little miss Holly I’ve heard so much about?” She asked, kindly, sending a little wave back at Holly, who just ducked her head. “Bad day, sugar?”

“Yeah. Fiona, this is Holly.” Beecher answered for her, leaning out. “Something about some mean girls at school today is all.”

“Oh, honey, I know all about how mean girls can be.”

“Do you?” Keller chided, but one smoldering glance from her shut him up.

“What’s this particular shit storm about?” Fiona asked in her buttery smooth voice.

“This… poop storm…” Beecher really had to make some friends that were age appropriate for Holly to be around. “…is… well… we don’t know. She hasn’t told us.”

“Keeps saying it’s ‘girl stuff’.” Keller added softly. Holly could hear them, of course, but she pretended to be too far lost in her own grief. Fiona’s eyes lit up.

“Oh, well, sweetie, then you came to the right place. Why don’t you two come by later after we’ve had some girl talk, hmm?” She clapped her hands excitedly, and squeed softly. Beecher and Keller exchanged glances but before they could say anything… “oh, come now, I’m surprised at you two. If anyone in this world understands not to judge a book by its cover, it’s you gentlemen.”

“Holly’s never met-“

“No. I want to go with her.” Holly said softly from between her arms. Holly never got shy around strangers, and there was something about this woman that just comforted her. Keller and Beecher exchanged a wordless, dad-eyes conversation about it. Chris obviously lost because he sighed and got out of the car to help Holly get her things. He took her book bag over to Fiona.

“No sweets an hour before dinner and, and I mean this, Fiona, keep things age appropriate.” Keller scolded before there was anything to scold about. Fiona merely batted her eyelashes and smiled.

“I’m understanding why Holly needs a woman’s touch.” She remarked, blowing a kiss at both men, and putting a manicured hand on Holly’s shoulder. “Miss Holly, is it? My, you have pretty hair. At your age, I would have killed for that hair.”

Holly wiped her tears and mustered a thank you, but it was choked and she sobbed immediately after. Fiona tutted softly and placed a hand under her chin. Holly felt like Cinderella looking at the Fairly Godmother for the first time, really taking in Fiona’s makeup and face.

“You’re really pretty.” She said quietly, and Fiona beamed and struck a pose.

“You’re not the first to say it, doll, you won’t be the last.” She flipped her hair again and sauntered into the house. Holly as mystified as soon as she entered. Beecher was pretty vanilla when it came to decorating. A bowl of fruit and some knickknacks. Keller? As long as he had a place to eat, sleep, and shit, he didn’t care how it looked. Fiona’s place was immaculate.

“Whoa.” She said, eyeing all the pink and glitter and pizazz. “It’s like Barbie’s Dreamhouse.”

“With a better closet.” Fiona chirped, hanging her shawl on the hooks. She helped Holly take off her coat and hung it up, looking it over. “Next year, I’m telling your fathers that I’m taking you back to school shopping.” And then under her breath as she glided away. “I should call CPS.”

Holly giggled, and Fiona glanced over her shoulder with a warm smile on her painted lips.

“Oh? So we can giggle. Good to know.” She smirked and gestured Holly into the kitchen, which was again, wall to wall Fiona. She put on a pot of hot water. “How do you take your coffee, love?”

“I don’t drink coffee.” She said, then remembered something about school and looked away again, misty eyed. Fiona noticed but didn’t want to embarrass her, so she said nothing.

“I’ve yet to know a girl yet who can turn down a pumpkin spice Frappuccino. Let me make you one.” Fiona got out her tools and got to work. Holly felt like she was watching a witch brew a potion, there was so much care in each step. Holly stopped crying and merely watched, in awe. Fiona sang a little as she worked. Holly didn’t recognize the song. Something about nails, hair, lips, and heels. When Fiona was finished, she presented the treat in a beautiful clear coffee cup, with generous whipped cream.

“I’m going to teach you something not very lady like.” Fiona entrusted, and Holly leaned in to watch her. Fiona sprayed the whipped cream directly into her mouth. Holly giggle and put her hands over her mouth. With a too-full mouth of whipped cream, Fiona asked; “wan’ any?”

Holly nodded excitedly and Fiona sprayed too much whipped cream into her mouth. They both laughed as they tried to swallow their treats. Holly then tasted the PSL delight.

“It tastes like a pumpkin pie milkshake!”

“And now you’re a woman!” Fiona gestured to the air, grandly. Holly couldn’t help her smile around Fiona. Her energy was contagious. She was almost mad at her Dads for not introducing them sooner. Fiona sat down with her coffee. She explained it was a double shot espresso macchiato with hazelnut milk, pink velvet and mocha flavoring, a splash of vanilla extract, and some crushed cloves overtop.

“I’m going to tell you what my mom never told me; if your coffee takes less than thirty seconds to order, then you’re not doing it right.”

“Dad takes his with milk and Pop takes his black.” Holly informed, and Fiona grimaced.

“I’m surprised you’re as sane as you are.” She remarked, taking a little whipped cream on her index finger and then licking it cleanly off the long, red nail.

“Are you a movie star?” Holly asked after a second, and Fiona chuckled good naturedly.

“Oh, honey, no. If I was, my closet would be twice the size it is now.”

“You look like a movie star. Like one of the old ones my dad likes. Like Marlene something and the Breakfast at Tiffany’s girl.”

Fiona placed a hand over her mouth and blushed sweetly.

“Now stop, child, you’re going to give me an ego.” She said, and then added; “unless you want to keep going. Then I won’t stop you.”

Holly smiled big, and then it suddenly disappeared. Fiona put a hand on her shoulder.

“Spill it, Miss thing. What’s the tea?”

Holly sniffled for a second, wondering if she could really trust this woman. Those dark eyes said it all. Those kind, dark eyes. Holly started crying all over again, except instead of retreating into her hoodie, she flopped into Fiona’s arms. Fiona cooed and shushed and cradled her like she might her own child. Holly let it all out on Fiona’s sparkly black dress. Fiona normally would NEVER sacrifice an outfit for someone, but desperate times as they say. She placed a hand underneath Holly’s chin, and lifted it, smiling softly as she did.

“Sometimes the heaviest burdens are the thoughts in our head. Lighten your own load, sweetie.”

“I don’t want to hurt your feelings. Or my Dads’.”

“What about your feelings, little dove, or do those not matter?” She used her thumb to wipe a tear off Holly’s cheek. Holly shrugged, but Fiona’s hands wouldn’t let her look away. She is intensely kind.

“They made fun of me for having two dads.” She choked out, and continued crying. Fiona’s heart broke. She remembered how mean kids could be. And those mean kids grew up into mean adults and spat out more mean children just to torment the next generation.

“Are they jealous?” She asked, and Holly looked up confused. “I didn’t have one good dad, and you’ve got two great ones. They mean well, they’re just terminally men. If you know, you know, honey.” She shuddered at the thought. “I know I’d be jealous.”

Holly huffed and rolled her eyes.

“Yeah right, like you’d ever be jealous of me.”

“I don’t like the tone you used when you said ‘me’. I feel like we’re not all looking at the same person.” She admitted, and grinned quickly, understanding what she must do. Her heels clicked out of the room and then clicked back in. She was holding a large mirror. She held it up to Holly’s face, and sat next to her. “What do you see?”

“…me.” Holly answered, and Fiona gave her an ‘are you serious’ look.

“Try, honey. What do you see?”

“I see mousy brown hair and freckles I don’t like. Samantha H. says they look like poop.”

“I’m willing to put serious money down that Samantha H. has a personality like poop.” Fiona remarked dryly, and Holly laughed again. “Keep going.”

“I see stupid green eyes that don’t even look that green. A dumb nose that looks just like my dad’s-“

“Hmmm. Isn’t that wonderful?” Fiona sang like a Disney princess. Again, Holly was confused. “That you can look in the mirror and immediately see something that reminds you of someone that loves you.”

Holly blushed. She hadn’t thought of it that way.

“I don’t like my nails.”

“I never liked mine either unless they were painted”. She confessed. “Go on.”

“Manlike shoulders?”

“You don’t like my shoulders?” Fiona asked, and Holly seemed just as confused. “I’ve been told I have mannish shoulders. The better to hug you with, my dear.”

“You?” She reacted in shock. Fiona couldn’t help but feel adored by the way Holly looks at her. She suddenly had an idea. She pointed the mirror at herself.

“Now what do you see?”

“I see a beautiful woman. I see perfect makeup and eyeliner. I see perfect white teeth in perfect red lips. Perfect skin and perfect glitter. Perfect walk and perfect talk-”

“Now, that’s a lot of perfects.” Fiona started to fan herself with her hand as if she were sweating. Holly bet this woman only sweat glitter.

“You are. When I grow up, I want to look like you.”

Fiona touched her heart, and then kissed Holly on the forehead.

“Well, there was a time where I would have given anything to look exactly like you and not like me.”

“Really?” Holly’s yes went wide. Fiona tilted her head and smiled sadly.

“Everyone does at some point. Because at some point we were all told what we have wasn’t enough. That it was better to be the opposite. And everyone thinks that way too. Even Samantha H.” She looked over both shoulders, and leaned into Holly as if explaining some ancient secret. She whispered; “you know what I want to look like now?”

Holly shook her head, deep in thought over what she could change to make herself more beautiful. Fiona paused for dramatic effect, and then gestured into the mirror.

“This.” Fiona found herself staring into her mirror, fondly. Her hands touched over her cheekbones and her forehead and her smile lines. “Holly, I don’t want to be anything other than what I am. Because what I am is amazing. And you know what?”

Again, Holly shook her head feverishly.

“What you are is amazing too.”

Holly got tears in her eyes again and hopelessly asked how. Fiona reacted in mock surprise.

“Why, Miss Holly Beecher, don’t you dare tell me that those wonderfully kind eyes that see me as Marlene Dietrich -yes, that’s her name, hush- can’t find a single thing to love about yourself. Okay, fine, we’ll do it together.” She slid so that she and Holly were both looking in the mirror.

“I see two pretty green eyes that probably remind your father of your mother. I see cute freckles most people draw on to get. Nails that could stand a manicure but are probably really good a digging.” Holly nodded her head, and told Fiona she was the best digger in her class, and Fiona thought of Busmalis with a slight smile. He and Norma were raising the original kid, plus triplets! Apparently, Agamemnon had some strong swimmers, to everyone’s surprise.

“I see a graceful swan neck. I see lovely brunette hair that reminds me of Holly Golightly.” Holly quirked a brow and Fiona sighed. “The girl from Breakfast at Tiffany’s.”

“You know what else I see?”

“What?”

“I see a strong girl. Strong in the ways that matter. I see a girl who survived a bad guy. A girl who, despite her past, is kind to others instead of mean. I see a girl with eyes that only see beautiful things, but is missing the most beautiful thing right before those same eyes.” She shook Holly’s shoulders for effect, and now Holly was crying again. Fiona had a mini panic.

“They’re good tears. Not bad ones.”

“Oh.” She replied softly.

“I don’t always think I’m strong. I just freeze up around these girls.”

“What do they have that you don’t?”

“Friends.”

“Easily replaced. Plus, you have me, and a few other wonderful people from what I understand.”

“There’s Uncle Cyril. He’s really nice to me. Gives me some of his candy and he hates sharing his candy.”

Fiona smiled at the thought of that blonde haired doofus.

“And I know Cyril. He wouldn’t share unless you were really special.”

“Those other girls are just so mean.” She sniffled softly.

“And they’re gonna keep being mean, because that’s what they were taught to do. But you don’t have to worry about that. Know why?”

“No.”

“Because you need to stop chasing after people who don’t deserve you, Miss Holly. You can’t put flowers in an asshole and call it a vase.” Fiona advised confidently, and then realizing she swore, went; “shit!”

Both she and Holly laughed for a good minute.

“I just don’t want my dads to feel bad for coming out. Like it’s their fault I’m getting bullied. I love them both.”

“I know, child. They love you too.”

“You understand.” Holly muttered. “My Dads don’t.”

“They’re trying their best, baby, give them a break. Your fathers have probably been holding each other back to stop them from pummeling these girls. And believe you-me, both of them pack a wallop. Your dad had someone who was mean to him in prison. You know what he did? He stood up for himself, that’s what.”

“What’d he do?”

Fiona thought and her mind flashed to breaking the glass window and rubbing shit in Schillinger’s face and the chaotic mess of the riot…

“Unimportant. But let me tell you what we’re gonna do.”

**********************************************

The next day, Keller drove Holly to school with Beecher in tow. Keller kept glancing at Holly in the rearview mirror. Beecher was nervously tapping his fingers against the armrest. Fiona was right; they really were holding themselves back to let her deal with this.

She exited the car and so did they. They gave her a big hug each, and sent her on her way, she got a few steps away from her Dads when Samantha H. and her cronies all came over. Holly braced herself and thought of running back to her Dads, but she held herself up high like Fiona told her and walked right up to them.

Let them make the first move. You’re better than that, Holly.

“Oh are your Daddies dropping you off again? You know, your mom killed herself because your dad is gay.”

Beecher and Keller whipped around. They sure heard that. Keller started to make his way over to her when Beecher stopped him, literally holding him back from beating up three eleven year old girls. Holly just smiled.

Now, attack.

“Don’t be jealous just because I have two awesome dads and yours is a drunk, loud mouth.”

Beecher’s jaw dropped and so did Samantha H’s.

“What did you-“

“You heard me. He’s always got a bottle in a brown bag at soccer practice, trying to remember what team you’re on. Oh, and last season’s Forever 21 cardigan doesn’t give you the right to act like a douche to everyone.”

Her Dads were stunned. Almost literally stunned. Holly was blunt but she was in attack mode right now. They weren’t sure they could stop her.

“Last season-“ the girl to her left spoke up but Holly shut her down.

“Your name is Phelony with a PH. You’re too easy. Next.” Holly turned to the third girl and smiled. “Eleanor. Samantha H. kissed your boyfriend this summer, that’s why Aaron C. dumped you. She only said it was Nikesha so you wouldn’t turn on her.”

Keller and Beecher just stood in shock of their daughter. They realized Holly can handle everything on her own.

Samantha H. looked from her friends to Holly to her friends again.

“That’s a lie! You’re a bitch, Holly B.”

“Wrong. I’m THAT bitch. Put some respect on my name. Now, I’m gonna go to class before your,” she took a deep breath and tried to remember what Fiona talked to he about reading people for filth. “Your busted ass basic bimbo ballon brained big bitch on campus attitude is boring me.” She reached into her bag excitedly and pulled out Fiona’s tiara. “See this? That’s what queens wear.”

Chris and Toby exchanged looks, and walked back to the car. They got in it and sat in silence for a second. Then they called up Fiona and thanked her profusely. With all their hearts they thanked her.

Holly tossed her hair like Fiona told her to do and wore her crown the whole day in school. She never felt more like a princess in her whole life. When Holly walked by the doors, she saw her reflection, with the crown sparkling on her head. She looked at herself as if for the first time. For the first time in her life, there’s not a thing she would change.

👑👑👑👑👑👑👑👑👑👑👑👑👑👑👑

Just some unlikely friendships forming below. Don’t mind me…👀🔥

And then one of the lovely Miss Fiona St. James herself: (marry me?🥹)

[pariskylar]

Part 1: The Interview

Monday: August 2, 2021

in 2, 3 …hold… out 2,3; in 2, 3 …hold… out 2,3; in 2-

she was practicing her breathing techniques in her car outside of the mansion when her alarm for 8:20 am sounded. she gasped, snatching her eyes open and grabbing the phone and silenced it.

she pulled down her visor, checking her hair and makeup.

chill out, you’re Jazlyn—fucking—Reed, you got this. she told herself letting out a breath before grabbing her bag and leaving the car.

hi, nice to meet you. i'm Jazlyn Reed. i graduated Summa Cum Laude from MIT-no. hello, my name is Jazlyn Reed, nice to meet you. i graduated from MIT, Summa Cum Laude.

she was rehearsing her introduction when she arrived at the door.

i’m Jazlyn, fucking, Reed she said to herself before knocking on the door. after a full minute the door was pulled open revealing a middle aged white woman with brown hair and brown eyes.

“yes?” she asked.

“um, hi, i'm Jazlyn Reed. i’m here for the 8:30 interview with Mr.Thrombey”

“oh, yes. come in” she stepped aside letting her in “you can sit in the foyer and i’ll tell Harlan you’re here”

she nodded, taking a seat in one of the chairs, crossing one leg over the other. her leg was shaking from how nervous she was. she closed her eyes working on her breathing techniques, again.

you're intelligent, you're ambitious, you're courageous. just breathe, because you got this.

“Ms.Reed” the voice pulled her out the oasis she was creating in her head “Mrs.Drysdale will see you now.”

she nodded standing with her bag following the lady to the in home office. she graciously bid adieu before pushing the already cracked door fully open.

in the office sat a white older woman with white hair and blue eyes behind the desk reading over papers.

in the corner of the room sat a cute brown skinned woman next to the iconic Harlan Thrombey.

she could credit this man for a lot of things in her life. her love of reading, her love of writing and the reason she studied writing in college. she had stayed up countless nights trying to finish his books and hopefully solve the mystery of Whodunit. if there was a book released by this man she would be sure to get it one way or another.

she stood there in awe, just staring at him.

“Jasmine Reed?” she asked.

“um, yes. hi, i’m Jazlyn Reed,” she walked further into the room “nice to meet you.” she stuck her hand out.

“i’m Linda Drysdale.” she accepted. “and this is my dad Harlan Thrombey and his nurse Marta.” she introduced.

no shit! she waved over at them.

“please have a seat.” Linda waved to the seat in front of her “so, Jasmine, tell us about yourself.”

“i graduated Summa Cum Laude from MIT this spring with a 4.8 GPA. i interned with Beacon Press and externed with Candlewick Press where i assisted a few editors and temporarily filled in for head editor." she reached in her bag and pulled out the manilla folder, containing her resume and excerpts, and handed it to Linda "i was also head writer and editor for The Tech and my high school paper."

she actual felt good about the statement.

Linda readjusted her glasses and looked over the resume.

"impressive" she nodded "first question,"

the interview went on as usual—the strengths, the weakness, the greatest accomplishments, what interest her about the job—and she was knocking it out the park when Linda tossed a curve ball passing the questions over to Harlan.

“dad? any questions” all the attention turned to Mr. Thrombey

he sat quietly for a few breaths before asking the most odd question.

“why are you shaking?"

"excuse me?" she asked genuinely confused.

"you haven’t stopped bouncing your leg since you’ve sat down.”

she looked down and realized she was indeed bouncing her leg.

“oh, i’m sorry.” she immediately stopped, crossing her legs

“why?” he asked pointed.

she went to answer, but he was just staring. it felt like she was being scold by her grandparents. it was a bit a bit unnerving.

“why am i sorry?” she felt her leg beginning to shake again, as she grew more nervous than before.

he just sat there staring. he stared at her for an unsettling amount of time, causing her mind began to race with everything she’s said during the interview.

“you’re quite dull, aren’t you?” he stated earnestly.

that hit her like a ton of bricks.

“i-i” she turned to Linda not sure what to say.

“please ignore that.” she waved him off "it was nice talking to you. we will call you." she stood up extending her hand.

that’s it? she blinked twice before standing up, accepting her hand and making a quick exit out the house. she went out to her car deflated and hurt.

the man she grew up idolizing just called her dull. dull?

she dedicated her entire life to literature wanting to make people feel the way he did with his writing and with a single word she began reconsidering everything.

he didn't read her resume yet alone any of her excepts but him calling her dull hurt like crazy and starting bringing up her old feelings of imposter syndrome.

she had worked so long and so hard, with years of therapy, to get over those feels and with one word a man she just met sent her spiraling.

she hopped in the car and slammed the door behind her, upset. with jittery hands, she set her phone in the phone holder and connected it to the charger. she opened the FaceTime app starting her group FaceTime session.

“hey, love.” Tia was the first to answer, the camera was facing the ceiling and she heard the clinking of dishes.

“hi.” she replied putting on her seatbelt and started the car.

“how was the interview?”

“oh my gosh!” she let out a shaky breath before shifting her gears.

“what happened?” Tia setting up the phone.

“hihi” Ash answered the call from Kiara's closet.

they returned the greetings.

“how was the interview?”

“she was just telling me about it.” Tia cracked an egg and began whisking.

she pulled off and began explaining the entire interview to them, including the off the wall shit Harlan said, and for some reason they found it entertaining.

Tia tried stifling a laugh and Ashley fully giggled.

"what?" she asked pulling up to a stop light.

“that’s just a weird thing to say to somebody you just met.” Ash laughed more, taking a hanger from the closet rod.

"yeah."

T looked at her disconsolate friend and could see her having an internal crisis.

"hey, don't let some old white man cause you to spiral. he called you boring? so what? he doesn't know you. you've worked too hard to let that happen."

"thanks, babe." she gave a small smile pulling up to work.

“hey, y’all, my bad i was rehearsing.” Zariana finally answered

she earned a chorus of replies

“how was the interview?”

“i have to tell you later, i just pulled up to work.” Jazlyn cut off the car.

“yeah and i gotta serve breakfast.” Tiana slid a plate on a serving platter.

“i have to take Kiara her fits for the day.” Ashley held up the outfit.

“dang! love y'all. see y'all later, i guess.” she blew them all a kiss

Jaz walked into CVS ready for a long and draining shift.

"hey, Jaz, i need you to show this customer where the eye drops are." Randy, her supervisor, order as soon as she stepped inside.

i just got here

"it's on aisle 5." she said walking past them.

"she can't find them" he rushed in front of her.

she rolled her eyes, vexed already, "ok, i need to clock in then i'll help her."

"just show her on your way."

today is gonna be a long ass day.

and it was. after 12 hours of getting yelled at by customers, berated by her supervisor, and a serious back ache she was ready to go home and pass out.

when she was back home she flopped on the couch, next to Tia, tired.

“long day?” Tia asked pouring her a glass of wine.

“too long.” Jaz handed her her Ben and Jerry’s

‘what’s the sitch, Wade?’ Kim Possible played on the TV.

she scooted closer to Tia resting her head on her's.

“fall asleep watching K.P with me?” Tia asked.

“yeah, but i need to take my makeup off fist.” she said eyes still glued to the t.v.

thirty minutes and two glasses of wine later they were both knocked out on the couch. - - - - -

"KILL YOURSELF!"

"FUCK YOU!"

she was scared awake by by arguing. she rolled out of bed—grabbing her phone—and rushed out the living room to see Tia and Shawn yelling at each other at full volume.

she sighed to herself and walked towards the kitchen.

"how bout you stop bein a bum and get a job!" Tia yelled

"how bout you get a life and stop worrying what me and Jaz got going on?" he shouted back

she grabbed a naked juice from the fridge and sat at the table waiting for the arguing to stop.

"i have a life. i also have a career, a car and a place of my own. what do you have? no money, a dorm on campus and a school shuttle bus."

"i'm med school student."

"on your eighth year."

"seventh." he corrected

"ouuu, seventh." she mocked him.

"are y'all done?" Jazlyn asked breaking up the bickering.

"you need to get your friend." he stormed off to Jaz's room

"no, she need to dump your sorry ass!" she yelled towards her door. "i have to go, love you" she place a kiss on her forehead.

"love you too." she called out to her.

she went over and flopped down on the couch, just wanted a moment of silence with herself. she pulled out her phone checking her notification.

core four 👯‍♀️👯‍♀️: Ash 👒: is it weird to share panties with ur gf

core four 👯‍♀️👯‍♀️: Zari 🪐: bro wtf

core four 👯‍♀️👯‍♀️: Tia 🫧: i'm blockin u

Shawn: otw, in the Uber

she opened her email hoping she had finally gotten some type of update on her interview. she had been impatiently waiting for two weeks.

she couldn't take another shift at CVS. her body hurts from working 12 hour shift and it felt like she was on the verge of psychotic break from only getting four hours of sleep every night.

her mailbox was full of spam, promotional emails and her bank telling her she had payed her bills.

she tossed her phone to the side and laid back trying to take a nap, but she couldn't. this was her first day off in months, but her mind wouldn't let her relax—she had to stay busy.

standing up she began pacing the house trying to find something to busy herself. she landed in front of the refrigerator. five minutes later the fridge was empty and she had on rubber gloves scrubbing it until it looked brand new.

once the fridge was done she realized how nasty the floor was. she grabbed a scrub brush and got to work.

while scrubbing the floor her phone began to ring. she stood from the floor and rushed to her phone.

"hello?" she answered.

“Jasmine Reed?” the familiar voice asked

finally!

“yes, this is she.” she tried keeping her cool

“this is Linda Drysdale, i interview you two weeks ago”

"Linda? hi."

"hi, i was just calling because you really stood out to me when we talk and if you are still interested."

are you insane

"yes, i'm still interested."

"are you able to start Monday?"

"yes."

"ok, well you have the address and start time is 7:00 AM."

"thank you." she hung up

"YES! YES! YES! YES!" she jumped in a circle.

she opened the group chat and shot the message

BITCH I CAN FINALLY QUIT

[theofficialpresidentofmars]

going insane about Hamlet: Act 2 edition. let’s get straight into it

- firstly, Polonius makes me feel many things. Mostly rage. Frustration. Vague annoyance. The need to stab something through a curtain. I don’t know what he’s trying to accomplish by paying someone to slander his son (a lie, I know his reasoning and I think it’s dumb) but he’s just a strange old man and I don’t like him. Polonius enjoyers (if you exist) please make your case because I don’t know if there is anything I’m supposed to be seeing in this guy. only redeeming quality was having generally okay kids and being killed off in Act 3

- the scene where Hamlet startles Ophelia in her chambers is so endlessly funny to me. you have to really visualise the scene to get it, the imagery is silly. imagine you’re having a normal day and your bf walks in with his pants down except this is like pre 1600s Catholic Europe so you freak out and then he just acts really weird and walks out weirder. poor Ophelia your boyfriend’s only going to get worse and more unrecognisable from here but we’re staying silly until then

- I’ve never been able to read any of the scenes with Rosencrantz and Guildenstern quite the same after the banger play that is Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead. I thank Tom Stoppard for taking what was originally two characters I didn’t know where my feelings lay towards and making them the silliest little guys under the sun. I sort of change my feelings on how ‘canon’ I consider the interpretation each time I read the book, but I like having the option

- Hamlet’s letter to Ophelia also makes me feel many things. ‘Doubt truth to be a liar, but never doubt I love (I never loved you)’. I’m on the bandwagon that Hamlet did truly love Ophelia at least prior to the events of the play (and then I switch up depending on the readings again), but I find again that it adds to the tragic element to spend time considering the lives they led before the King’s death. I’ll probably delve mostly into the relationship of these two in my Act 3 ramblings (starring such wonderful quotes as ‘Get thee to a nunnery’ and ‘That’s a fair thought, to lie between maid’s legs’) but goodness. ‘Thine evermore most dear Lady, whilst this machine is to him, Hamlet.’

- Hamlet’s habit of using wordplay to mock and annoy the people he doesn’t respect will always be funny to me, but it’s increased prominence whenever in the presence of Polonius is excessively so. This man is taking every single opportunity to twist this old man’s words into some odd pun or another and it’s so very silly. ‘Excellent, you are a fishmonger.’ ‘Have you a daughter? Let her not walk i’ th’ sun’ also blatantly making comments about your girlfriend in front of her conservative dad is insane but. I guess that’s the angle

- ‘What do you read my Lord?’ ‘Words, words, words’ oh he hates this man

- ‘You cannot sir take from my anything that I will more willingly part withal (except my life)’ has lived in my head rent free since reading. icon

- I’ve annotated my irl copy of Hamlet with pink markers every time he makes a misogynistic comment, and within roughly 30 seconds of meeting his childhood friends, he’s found an excuse to pull another one out of the bag. I suppose it is interesting how his misogyny does seem to be a very direct result of his glaring mother issues however, specifically his mother’s sexual promiscuity (of a kind) distressing him so much that it’s tainted his entire view of women as a whole.

- and then he drops two of the hardest lines back-to-back, ‘There is nothing either good or bad but thinking makes it so’, and ‘O God, I could be bounded in a nutshell and count myself a King of infinite space; were it not that I have bad dreams’. like okay slayy

- immediately calling R&G out on their bs. It’s not paranoia if they’re out to get you, or something

- ‘My Lord, I have news to tell you-‘ ‘mY lOrD, I hAvE nEwS tO tElL yOu. when Roscius was an actor in Rome-‘ oh he HATES this man

- we as a society don’t talk enough about Hamlet being a theatre kid methinks

- ooh I love the ‘rogue and peasant slave am I’ soliloquy. at this point, it’s been four months since the King was murdered, and two months since his ghost has asked Hamlet to take revenge. and still nothing has happened. Hamlet’s pretended to go mad, but hasn’t been able to make up his mind on what to actually do just yet, and he’s starting to hate himself for it. I also love getting to see the thought process behind his actions, and honestly things are still making sense from his perspective at this point. Yes it’s been a while, but he also has no definitive proof that the murder actually happened. For all he knows, the ghost was a devilish apparition trying to trick him into committing an unforgivable sin. And we’re still at the point where we can justify this, even if we might consider it a little indecisive of him a whole two months after. It’s just a silly little spiel that leads well into the next act, and I just like to read it out loud

Not as much on this act, but I’m saving all the juice for Act 3, my personal favourite >:) see you soon

[pandemonium-in-the-music-hall]

my favourite rwrb moments

-“fucking eyelashes”

-“stop telling me what to do! you’re not the prince of me!”

-“this time with feeling” skssjkslsjdhdkshh

-every lams shoutout (i see you casey mcquinston)

-the little girl with leukaemia thirsting over han solo

-“his royal horniness” “first son of shirking responsibilities” “hrh prince dickhead 💩”

-“i want you-” “then fucking have me”

-alex feeling some kinda way about henry slamming him to the floor and pinning him down with his thigh in a closet of all places

-henry calling alex a wanker

-them going off to make out at every possible opportunity

-nora

-henry getting pissed off and pulling alex into his lap

-“i will not have you tease me for another fucking second”

-alex’s reaction

-henry’s touch being described as ‘greedy’ whenever he and alex get into it bc of him being starved of intimacy and affection at home (read: aziraphale ziraphale fell)

-“i’ll show you my good boob” “they’re both good”

-juna and nora definitely having a relationship in the background but alex’s dumbass never noticing it bc he spends most of the book in horny jail

-alex sweating watching henry playing polo in february

-“wanker”

-“i will staple your dick to the inside of your leg if it keeps it in your pants” or something like that

-“exploring your sexuality is healthy, but does it have to be with the prince of england?” a powerpoint by POTUS Ellen Claremont

-shaan being zahra’s fiancé (i fucking called it)

-texas turning blue!!!

-alex having to take a minute to recover from a picture of henry on a sailboat (but like, it’s fine, it’s not like a whole thing)

-alex making out with the enemy against a portrait of alexander hamilton, the original bisexual disaster, who had a major crush on a british spy

-henry being so fucking proud of being named after james I i.e. the gay king

-bea dumping a pot of tea on phillip’s lap and blaming it on the cocaine (icon)

-alex thirsting over henry’s dad (rip)

-them emailing each other at like 2am for literally no reason

-alex seeing david beckham at wimbledon and wondering why he ever thought he was straight

-“he whips a thick leather strap off a hook on the wall, and alex almost blacks out” i cried

-“he died as he lived: avoiding plans and sucking cock.”

-liam being So Fucking Done with alex the second he talks to him for the first time in four years

[the-fangirl-diaries]

111 Thoughts I Had While Watching: The Edge of Love (2008)

 Keira Knightley, Sienna Miller, and oh, would you look at that. 

Keira can sing? 

1940s? London Blitz? Based on a true story? Tissues on hand. 

Childhood friends to lovers sounds like a good plot. 

Smoking is bad for you, kids. Don’t do it. 

Wait, he’s married and a dad? This will be interesting. 

Tommy Shelby? Ariana What are you doing here? 

Man, the handkerchief line was smooooooth! 

Vera giving Caitlin her number? They were definitely flirting. 

Getting serious Moulin Rouge vibes with the coloured spotlights. 

Tommy do be smitten like a lovesick kitten and I love it. 

LOOK AT THAT SMILE, I’M IN LOVE! 

“When he looks at me, and I look at him!” ~ Vera, maybe. 

His name’s William. 

THEM FLIRTING, AGH! 

Imagine having a good drink and then the earth shakes. 

“They all melt at the sight of a uniform.” VERA, I AM A PUDDLE! 

He’s walking her home? Where can I find me a gentleman like that? 

“A sad poem about a 100 year old man. Great.” ~ Caitlin, definitely. 

Caitlin loves Dylan, Dylan loves Vera, Vera loves Dylan, Will loves Vera. 

Not a love triangle, a love rectangle?  

Cillian, when will you do ASMR with that voice? 

Vera and Caitlin reading in bed together. They’re in love, Your Honour. 

Caitlin if all you’re good for is nurturing his talent, break up with him! 

Another air raid? 

Stopping a street fight without violence? Will, marry me already. 

Again, don’t smoke kids. Unless you’re a movie character. 

CILLIAN SINGS? WHAT? HOW THE -- HOW DID I NOT KNOW? 

“Dylan, Caitlin, I’m right there. Why are you --” ~ Vera, definitely. 

Vera, if you don’t dance with William, then move over, let me have him! 

The way he comforts her after the air raid? WHERE ARE MY TISSUES? 

“You have a raindrop running down your cheek, like a tear.” I CAN’T! 

“No word of mine will ever hurt you.” WILLIAM, I BEG YOU TO STOP! 

They’re doing the spicy time now and I’m crying. Thanks. 

NO, MOTHER, I AM NOT OKAY! 

“That should be me.” ~ Dylan, maybe. 

Dylan, enough, she’s in love with someone else, okay?! 

“Don’t write poems for me anymore?” Caitlin dump his sorry butt. 

Vera.....why are you looking at Dylan like that? Sus. 

William’s been posted? No!!! 

NOT WILLIAM BEING ADORABLE!!!! 

Dylan and Vera were childhood lovers. See, I was right! 

Why shouldn’t she tell William about it? 

Two girls, chillin’ in a tub, five feet apart, cause they’re not gay. 

Happy music time. 

“FOR OLD TIMES SAKE, EH? WHY’D YOU KISS HER?” ~ William. 

And now they’re singing together in Welsh. A love song, I guess? 

Oh, I know where this is going and I don’t like it. 

The way Caitlin tried to cheer William up. Awwww. 

“Love me, love me, say that you love me,” ~ William, maybe. 

All he’s asking is for honesty, girl! 

You can’t even tell him you love him? HE’S GOING OFF TO WAR! 

Why did I half expect her to shout “I love you” before he got on the plane? 

He’s so poetic even in his letters. 

Oh, no. She’s got the sicky icky which means she’s pregnant. 

She doesn’t want the baby, and yet -- hold on! 

A nurse telling Vera not to scream and Caitlin telling her off. ICONIC! 

A birth and an arm amputation? What an.... interesting parallel. 

Imma just skip over this part because it’s sad and a bit graphic. 

Okay, now she’s in Wales writing a letter telling William to come home. 

“It’s not what I married you for?” GIRL, WHAT? 

I JUST WANNA GIVE HIM A HUG!!! *sniffles* 

Wait, Dylan’s got a new woman? I’m not surprised, just disappointed. 

“If you were a man, I’d fancy you.” ~ Caitlin. 

YES, CAITLIN, GET HIM!!!! 

You sleep with other women because you’re a poet? WHAT? 

I write poetry and I don’t have a partner, but if I did, I wouldn’t CHEAT! 

You know what, you and Vera deserve each other. I’m done with this. 

See? Even the patrons at the bar know something’s up with them. 

Who’s looking after the kids while Caitlin’s on her bike? 

Don’t drink and bike, okay? 

Just friends, huh, Vera? Why’d you kiss him on your wedding day, then? 

He can’t even play with his kid? That’s sad. 

Flushing the poem down the toilet? Not what I expected but good on you. 

LOOK WHAT YOU DID! YOU MADE HER CRY!!! 

Now you’re taking a bath together? What’s William gonna think, huh? 

Poor boy is shell-shocked. 

I thought you said you were going to tell him you love him. 

He can’t even hold or look at his child because he knows the truth. 

Now he’s broke because you spent all his money. 

See? Told you he’d find out. 

Wait, what’s the child’s name? Rowatt? That’s a new one for the books. 

I already have a bad feeling about this Anita person. 

IT WASN’T THE BRITISH WHO RISKED THEIR LIVES!? WHAT?! 

Will had to watch a soldier’s arm be amputated! 

Dylan, you’re friends with these people!?

You have the AUDACITY to LAUGH while he’s having a breakdown? 

She’s just antagonizing him at this point. *sips water.* 

I shouldn’t say it’s okay that he slapped her, but SHE HAD IT COMIN’! 

William, whatever you’re thinking about doing, don’t. 

Going to your wife’s boyfriend’s house with a weapon.... Oh, no. 

You weren’t aiming for anyone, but still, not the best idea, love. 

He told Caitlin what happened. 

Aww, he’s sad because there’s a bruise on Vera’s cheek.  

And because he scared Caitlin’s son and doesn’t like the screaming. 

COME ON VERA, MAKE A SMART CHOICE FOR ONCE! 

Thank you. I am this close *spreads arms out* to forgiving you. 

Okay, this moment with William and his son? I’m crying again, darn it!!! 

“Lashes like feathers, like yours.” WILLIAM! MY HEART CAN’T TAKE IT!  

Not surprising the police are involved after the incident. 

See? Caitlin wonder’s if the kid is Dylan’s, too. 

“You’re my friend.” SAYS THE GIRL WHO SLEPT WITH BESTIE’S MAN?

Asbestos walls? Aren’t they dangerous nowadays? 

“Scratch my head, Cat.” No, Dylan. Kiss my- Oh, look a rainbow! 

How was he supposed to know the walls were poorly built? 

If you can’t live without him, why’d you cheat on him, then? 

“It’s my firm belief that he tried to murder me.....” 

FORGET DEEP BREATHS, I’M SCREAMING INTO MY PILLOW. 

Wait! No evidence of murder? Yay, I guess? 

NO, NOT A HAPPY CAITLIN AND VERA MONTAGE OF THE PAST? 

Everyone made peace with each other. That’s nice. 

I was half expecting a sad ending, but I’m so glad it wasn’t. Also, no, I didn’t cry a hundred times, what are you talking about?! 

[purenguyening]

Since it’s father’s day, some assorted thoughts on Norman most of it is based on Emerald’s interpretation but I do touch a bit on Ruby/Sapphire and Pokemon Masters EX:

(Warning, this is very unorganized and I’m just writing whatever pops into my head)

Norman has two kids, Whitney and Brendan.

When they were living in Johto, Norman was a super stern father. To the point when both Whitney and Brendan asked to dye their hair he said no.

Whitney waits for her family to move to Hoenn to dye her hair

Brendan learns to knit and makes his iconic hat. He made it while in the back of the moving truck and used his Advance SP as light.

After moving to Hoenn he wanted to loosen up and because he felt like he was too hard on them (I think there was some period of time where he moved to Hoenn first just so he could get acquainted with the Hoenn Pokemon and properly become a Hoenn gym leader there)

He taught Whitney how to catch her first Pokemon outside of Olivine.

He wanted to teach Brendan how to catch his first Pokemon, too but decided to teach Wally how to catch his first pokemon as warm up (This was promptly ruined the moment Brendan showed up to Petalburg gym with his starter and at least one Pokemon) Hence why Norman says “Oh. I see, you’re with your Pokemon”)

Norman then gets the brilliant on the spot idea to get Brendan to teach Wally how to catch Pokemon because he believed in his abilities (and also because he thinks it’s a great opportunity for Brendan to make his first friend not knowing that technically Brendan’s first friend was May)

After Brendan beats him and wins his Balance Badge he tries to come up with a way to schedule time so they can eat a meal together.

After you beat him in Emerald he talks about how the player should go home and visit their mother (a hint to the player the mother will give you the Amulet Coin)

If you call your mother in Emerald after you beat your dad she mentions Norman only ever comes home to eat and then goes back to the gym and jokes that he took losing to you very hard

Conclusion: Norman is trying to ask in a very roundabout way to ask his son to eat a meal with them as a family.

I have also thought Norman set aside the Amulet Coin to give to his son as a congratulations for beating him.

This is even better in Pokemon Masters EX where Norman asks the playing character if there’s a good place that young people like to eat: "Do you know of any good restaurants that are popular with young people on Pasio? I was thinking I'd like to take my son out the next time we have a day off!"

(Brendan may or may not have already eaten with Latios:  "Latios has the ability to make people see images of what it has seen or imagines in its head. But my Latios is actually kinda shy. Earlier he was acting so fidgety, I was wondering what was up... And it turned out he just wanted to tell me he was hungry! Isn't that cute?")

(My favorite running gag is to constantly have his plans “foiled” by outside forces, hang in there Norman....)

Norman sometimes tries to bond with his son by giving him rare berries he finds on his walk (in Ruby/Sapphire when you scanned in the E-Reader berries you go to Norman to pick them up).

Similarly when you scanned in the Eon Ticket the only message that is played when you load up the game is just the game saying “Go see your father.”

When you use Arbitrary Code Execution to activate the Eon Ticket event, you just go get the ticket from the Lilycove Department store, one way to read this is that Norman won the lottery and his decides to give the ticket to his kid

In general Norman always frets about his kids but learns to give them room to grow and is just overall doing his best

(He even mentions this in Emerald if you call him after you get your 2nd badge: "Hm… Little by little, but also very surely, you're getting tougher, <player>. The stronger you get, the farther and higher you soar from Mother and me… This feeling is hard to explain." )

To some extent, I think the reason he doesn’t accept Brendan’s challenge right away is because he knew his team would be hard to beat for a rookie. Losing can be pretty discouraging, so I think he wanted Brendan to develop a stronger sense of confidence and gain more experience before accepting his challenge.

Even though badges 2-4 can technically be done in any order, I do think it makes sense narratively for Flannery to be the last gym leader to fight before Norman.

When you first arrive at the Petalburg Gym Norman says this: Hmm… Then I guess you're going to become a Trainer like me, <player>. That's great news! I'll be looking forward to it! , which I can imagine Brendan reading as he’s expected to eventually hone his skills and become a gym leader (even though that’s not what he actually said) Coupled with a personal HC that Whitney is his older sister, it adds an extra layer of pressure to follow the “family tradition”. 

Added to that in the original RSE designs, Brendan’s sprite shows his sideburns that are of similar color to Norman’s hair, meaning it’s possible Brendan was design to look a lot like Norman (And why I HC Brendan made that hat and wanted to dye his hair, he wanted to create an image of himself that was for him)

After you beat Flannery she says this: "Oh... I guess I was trying too hard... I... I've only recently become a Gym Leader. I tried too hard to be someone I'm not. I have to do things my natural way. If I don't, my Pokémon will be confused. Thanks for teaching me that. For that, you deserve this." and apparently after you talk to her again: she says this:  "Your power reminds me of someone... Oh! I know! You battle like Norman, the Gym Leader of Petalburg." 

I think this always sets up to the core part of Brendan’s early journey about struggling to be himself and while getting comments comparing him to his father (I say this but the only other time it’s mentioned is Birch mentioning that the playing character is a chip off the old shoulder kind of comment)

This is also why I really think Brendan’s hat is important to his character design and why I think Brendan was always designed with the intent on being Norman’s son (even though throughout this entire post I’ve been sort of using Brendan/the playing character almost interchangeably)

Overall, if you made it to the end, I don’t think Norman is a bad father, but I think he was unprepared for fatherhood and was trying to figure it out as he went. Also I guess, the post got derailed at some point and started to talk a little too much about personal interpretations of Brendan, but I think they were important to explain Norman’s effect on Brendan, specifically.

Edit: I forgot to include it but if you do have a Pixiv account please like and bookmark [this work]. There’s a lot of cute works where Norman is just being a dork with Brendan and May and his junior trainers and made me appreciate Norman a lot more.