80s and 90s Preferences, Imagines & Headcannons

𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕕 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕤 𝕙𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕕𝕣𝕦𝕟𝕜

ℝ𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕣 ℙ𝕙𝕠𝕖𝕟𝕚𝕩

I remember the night when my husband River Phoenix's daughter Savannah came home drunk. It was a typical weekend night, and my husband and I were sitting in the living room, enjoying our time together. Suddenly, we heard the front door open and close, and we knew that Savannah had come home.

As soon as she entered the living room, we could tell that she was drunk. Her speech was slurred, and she stumbled a bit as she walked towards us. My husband was quick to confront her about her state.

"Are you drunk?" he asked, his voice stern.

"I had a couple of drinks with my friends," Savannah replied, her words coming out jumbled.

"A couple of drinks? You're clearly wasted!" my husband exclaimed, his voice rising.

Savannah rolled her eyes and walked past us, heading towards her room. My husband followed her, continuing the argument.

"You're underage, Savannah. You know that you shouldn't be drinking," he said.

"I'm not a kid anymore, Dad. I can make my own decisions," she retorted, her words slurred.

"You're not making good decisions. You're putting yourself in danger," my husband replied, his voice softer this time.

Savannah didn't say anything else, and my husband left her room, clearly frustrated. I knew that he was worried about her, but I also knew that Savannah was growing up and trying to assert her independence. It was a difficult balancing act for my husband and me.

As I lay in bed that night, I couldn't help but think about the argument between my husband and Savannah. It was clear that they both cared about each other, but they were struggling to find common ground. I knew that we would need to have more conversations with Savannah about her behavior, but I also knew that we needed to trust her to make good decisions. It was a delicate dance, but I was determined to help my husband and Savannah navigate it together.

ℂ𝕠𝕣𝕖𝕪 ℍ𝕒𝕚𝕞

I remember the night when my husband and I had to deal with our son Noah coming home drunk. It was a long day, and I was already in bed when I heard the sound of the front door opening. I immediately got up to check what was going on. As I walked into the living room, I saw my husband Corey standing in front of Noah, who was clearly intoxicated.

"What the hell, Noah? You're drunk again? How many times do we have to tell you not to do this?" Corey said, his voice filled with anger.

"I'm sorry, Dad. I didn't mean to get drunk. It just happened," Noah replied, stumbling as he tried to stand up straight.

"You didn't mean to get drunk? What kind of excuse is that?" Corey shouted. "You're grounded, young man. And we'll talk about this in the morning when you're sober."

I could see the frustration and disappointment on Corey's face. As a parent, it's never easy to see your child making mistakes, especially when they're potentially dangerous like drinking and driving. But I knew that Corey was doing the right thing by disciplining Noah and making him face the consequences of his actions.

"Noah, go to bed. We'll talk about this tomorrow," I said, trying to calm the situation down.

Noah stumbled past me and headed to his room, still slurring his words. Corey and I stayed up for a while longer, discussing what had happened and what we could do to prevent it from happening again. It was a difficult night, but we knew that we had to be strong for Noah and make sure he learned from his mistakes.

Looking back on that night, I'm grateful that Corey and I were able to handle the situation with firmness and love. Parenting is never easy, but it's moments like these that remind us why it's worth it.