#throw a full diaper next time

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I'm watching a YouTube of the Beyoncé half time show and at some point she throws part of the costuming to the audience but like knowing what we know about who gets those tickets it's like who cares? idgaf who caught it. some billionheir prick who has too much money.

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wildflower chapter two

Eddie Munson x Henderson! female reader, Steve Harrington x reader

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Summary:

Corroded Coffin performs their homecoming show in Hawkins, and mistakes are made.

Chapter Warnings:

Smut (18+), p in v, unprotected sex, drunk sex, underage drinking, secret baby

Word Count: 3.4k

A/N:

This next chapter was a long time coming, but I hope you guys enjoy!

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The rest of the week was a blur. You hadn’t thought of Eddie this much in over a year, and having him thrown back into your consciousness was like opening an old wound. You tried your best to push it out of your mind and keep yourself busy with work and chasing after Asher, but it was fruitless.

Steve and Robin were at your apartment Thursday night, the usual hangout since the three of you shared the night off. Asher was fresh out of his bath, dressed in his pajamas and sitting on the floor showing off his toy trains to Robin, who, to her credit, showed equal enthusiasm even on the 50th time of seeing the same Thomas the Tank Engine.

Steve and Robin had come armed with movies - these weekly hangouts usually turned into movie nights, especially when something new came into Family Video that one of them snatched up. Not that you’d complain.

“Alright, Ash. Time for bed,” you said, although the nearly 2 year old paid you no mind as he picked up Percy, the green train.

“You heard her, buddy. Time for the trains to go back to the station,” Robin said, helping the toddler gather his toys.

Asher pouted, but he helped put the trains in his toy box anyway. Once the toys were cleaned up, you lifted him into your arms, heading into his bedroom. A fresh diaper and a kiss goodnight later, you turned the lights off and slowly closed the door behind you.

Back in the living room, you flopped down on the cheap couch with a deep sigh.

“What’s on your mind, Henderson?” Robin asked, still lounging on the carpet. “You’ve been in your head all week.”

Steve looked at her like she was dumb. “Corroded Coffin?”

Robin rolled her eyes at him. “Are you thinking about going?”

You sighed again, running a hand through your hair to push it out of your face. “I don’t know. I don’t know.”

Steve looked at you sympathetically. “You know…it might be good. You never got that closure. Even if you just want to go to throw a drink in his face.”

You bit back a grin at the idea. He deserved it, that was for sure. “I don’t know. Maybe.”

“Do you think you’re going to wonder what if for the rest of your life if you don’t go?”

Steve’s sudden sage words caught you off guard. You hated to admit he was right. After these two years of wondering what you had done wrong to deserve his abandonment, there were definitely still wounds deep inside that never had the chance to heal.

Maybe you did need to see him.

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Saturday night, with Ash at your mom’s house, you stared at yourself in the mirror. You couldn’t believe that you’d let yourself be talked into this. Dressed in a short black skirt, tight top with a leather jacket over top, you felt like you were looking at your high school self again. Like nothing had ever changed. Like Eddie was going to walk up behind you at any moment and wrap his arms around your waist with a wink and a “Looking good, baby.”

“Ready to go?” Steve asked as you walked back out into your living room. Steve and Robin wouldn’t be blending into the crowd at The Hideout as well as you would, and the idea nearly made you laugh a little.

“I guess so,” you said. “I’m ready for a drink.”

The Hideout really wasn’t much different than you remembered, besides the fact that it was absolutely packed full with a huge line out the door. It was surreal to see so many people wearing Corroded Coffin merch, the crowd absolutely buzzing with excitement.

Inside, you pushed your way through to the bar, Steve and Robin following close behind. You may still be a few months away from 21, but you knew that wouldn’t matter.

“Hey, Chris,” you greeted the bartender with a smile. He hadn’t changed a bit in the past two years.

“Well! Long time no see,” Chris greeted, his face lighting up. He pushed three beers across the bar without having to be asked. “I should have known you’d be here to see your boy play.”

Your boy. You resisted a wince as you passed bottles to Steve and Robin and opened your own, taking a big swig. “Yeah, of course.”

The crowd was intense. It had been a long time since you’d been in this scene - hell, it had been a long time since your nights had been more exciting than an episode of Sesame Street. Visually you fit in, but you still found yourself standing off to the side with your friends rather than joining the crowd of fans.

You downed your beer in no time and ordered another. You were already multiple beers in before the opening act even came on.

“Are you okay?” Steve asked, eyeing you as you popped open your fourth beer. “We can leave if you don’t want to do this.”

You shook your head. You were already here, you were going to do this. “I’m good,” you assured him, waving him off. He still eyed you warily, but didn’t push it.

You barely paid any mind to the opening act. Sure, they were good, but you knew what you were waiting for. Your heart thundered wildly in your chest, although the nerves in your stomach were fading with every drink.

When the opening act left the stage, the change in atmosphere was palpable. The crowd began to chant and cheer, and then -

There they were.

Gareth walked out first, drumsticks in hand. You felt your breath catch in your throat - the memories came rushing back. The other guys followed behind, and then finally - Eddie.

Eddie sauntered out with a cocky grin and a hand up in a wave to the crowd, who were screaming so loud you thought your eardrums might burst. Your blood felt like ice, you didn’t think your heart could beat any harder without killing you. He looked like himself, but there was something obviously different. He wore a tight pair of ripped jeans on his long legs, a Metallica tee with the same leather jacket he always wore. You hated how familiar it felt. He carried himself with the confidence of a real rockstar. You supposed that’s what he was now.

He approached the microphone. “Hello, Hawkins,” he drawled, and the cheers somehow grew even louder. A bra flew from the crowd and landed at his feet, and he reached down and picked it up with a chuckle, hanging it on the mic stand. You rolled your eyes.

“It’s good to be back in our hometown,” he continued, that grin still on his face. “You guys made us what we are. We owe it all to you. We couldn’t imagine ending the tour anywhere else.”

The crowd ate up every word. And Eddie looked like he reveled in the attention. He looked so natural on stage. He was living his dream, after all.

As Gareth hit his drum sticks together and the band started their first song, Eddie scanned the crowd. You had felt sure you, Steve, and Robin were far enough into the shadows on the sides that you’d be unnoticeable, but with that magnetism you two had always shared - Eddie’s eyes locked on yours.

He froze. The cocky facade dropped and his mouth parted in shock as you stared at each other. You felt dizzy all of a sudden, like you might pass out. Ever observant, Robin noticed immediately, eyes darting between you and Eddie. He nearly missed the opening line of the song before he jolted back to awareness.

“I need another drink,” you mumbled, pushing through the crowd and back to the bar.

You didn’t slow down on the drinks as the show went on. Eddie was taking shots onstage, like he needed to feel numb just as bad as you did. By the end of their set, Eddie was drunk, yet he still managed to perform perfectly.

“Thank you, Hawkins,” he slurred into the mic as the show ended. “Next round’s on us for everyone!”

That set the crowd even wilder than they had been. The band exited the stage, and you pushed back through the crowd to the bar again, stumbling in your boots as the room tilted around you. You heard Steve calling your name from somewhere behind you, but you lost your friends in the crowd in your pursuit of yet another drink.

“One more on my tab, Chris,” you slurred once you reached the bar.

“Add her whole tab to mine,” an uncomfortably familiar voice came from behind you. “And another round of shots for me and the boys.” You felt chills across your skin as Chris nodded and pushed you another drink before he poured the alcohol into four shot glasses.

You saw his ringed hand reach forward and grab one of the glasses. You slowly turned to meet his eyes as he downed the shot, shooting you a smirk as he smacked it back down on the bar top.

“Well,” he slurred, his eyes just as glassy as your own. “Hello again, beautiful.”

You were so drunk that you didn’t even remember how he hurt you. How he abandoned you. You just saw Eddie, and your heart reached for him through your chest just like it always did.

“Eddie,” you whispered, as if there was nothing else to say.

He kept smirking at you, his large hand landing on your upper back and then sliding down to rest on your hip. His eyes roamed over your outfit, drinking you in hungrily.

You didn’t mind.

“I’ve missed you,” he murmured, his hand squeezing your hip posessively and pulling you closer. Your head spun with the motion, and you weren’t sure if it was from the alcohol or from Eddie himself.

“I missed you too,” you admitted, both to him and to yourself.

“Want me to take you home?” he asked, leaning forward, his voice a purr in your ear. It sent goosebumps across your skin.

Even in your drunken haze, you knew you shouldn’t say yes. Eddie had done something truly shitty to you, and you had no intention of forgiving him that quickly, or maybe even at all. But he was just as intoxicating as the large amounts of alcohol in both of your systems, and you found yourself letting him lead you backstage and out the back door.

You were so drunk yourself that you hadn’t even thought about whether Eddie could even drive in his state, but he ushered you into the back of a car with a man already sitting in the driver’s seat before sliding in beside you. His hand rested on your thigh as you told the man the address of your apartment, rising higher and higher until it was teasing under the hem of your skirt.

He pulled you into him as the car started moving. Your lips found each other like they’d never been apart, and he kissed you hungrily, tasting like alcohol and cigarettes, but you didn’t care.

Neither you nor Eddie seemed to care a single bit that there was a stranger in the front seat as an audience to the two of you all over each other. Your apartment wasn’t far from the dive bar, and before you knew it you were stumbling out of the car hand in hand with Eddie, both of you giggling like it was 1985 again and you were just two kids in love.

It took you three attempts to unlock the front door of your apartment, your vision hazy and your brain even fuzzier from the feeling of Eddie’s hands all over you, pushing up your top right there in the hallway while he placed sloppy kisses against your neck and shoulders.

When the door finally opened, you barely had time to kick your boots off and drop your leather jacket before Eddie was pushing you up against the door, slamming it closed. You moaned against his lips as they devoured your own, his tongue exploring your mouth desperately. He pulled your top over your head and dropped it to the floor. Your lipstick was smeared across his face, and he wiped it off with the back of his hand.

“Look so fucking sexy,” Eddie mumbled as he moved in to attach his mouth to your neck, sucking love bites all across the skin. “I’ve thought about you every day.”

You didn’t have the brain power at the moment to process those words. The drinks had already taken all concepts of critical thought, but every moment of Eddie’s mouth and tongue against your neck drowned out coherent thought itself.

His hands lowered from your hips to the back of your bare thighs and he squeezed. You worked in tandem just like old times as you jumped up for him and he gripped your thighs as you wrapped your legs around his waist. You could feel how hard he was already through his jeans, pressed up against your core.

“Where’s your bedroom?” he asked breathlessly, moving back to your lips.

“Last door down the hall,” you mumbled back, and then you were pulled away from the door as he walked down the hall, carrying you like you weighed nothing. He was sloppy, still drunk and knocking into the table in the hall, sending a picture frame falling to the (thankfully carpeted) floor.

He pushed the door open to your bedroom, and seconds later you landed on your back on your soft mattress. Eddie’s eyes were completely glazed over with lust, locked on yours as he kicked his shoes off and started unbuckling his belt. You watched him with equal hunger as he undid his tight jeans and pushed them to the floor, his excitement obvious through the material of his boxers. He leaned over the bed and reached behind you to unzip your skirt, pulling it down your body and leaving you in your bra and panties.

You pushed the jacket off his shoulders and grabbed onto the hem of his t-shirt, pulling it over his head and tossing it. His body looked the way you remembered it, the familiar lines and curves coming back to you as you roamed your hands over his soft skin like second nature.

“Eddie,” you whined, pushing your hips up against his painfully hard erection. He hissed at the contact, his mouth trailing hot kisses down your neck and over your chest. He reached behind you and unclasped your bra, your nipples quickly pebbling in the cool air. His mouth moved to envelop one of your nipples, his hand attending to the other. He swirled his tongue around it, sucking on your tits as you arched beneath him.

It had been a while for you, honestly.

“Fuck, need you so bad,” he muttered. He sat up on his knees, eyes raking over your body for only a moment before he reached for the hem of your panties. He pulled them down your legs quickly, urgently pushing his boxers down. His hard cock sprang free, already leaking precum. He wrapped his hand around the base, squeezing, another hiss leaving his lips.

He grabbed the backs of your thighs again, spreading your legs and pushing them up towards your chest to take in the sight of your pussy, glistening and ready for him. He muttered another “Fuck,” under his breath.

He traced a finger through your folds, collecting your wetness on his finger and bringing it to his mouth. He moaned at the taste of you, just as sweet as he remembered.

He leaned back over your body, lining himself up at your entrance, not a single thought about protection going through either of your minds. He pushed in quickly, causing your back to arch and a gasp to fall from your lips, fingernails digging into Eddie’s shoulders as he stretched you intensely.

“Too big,” you managed to squeak out, which made Eddie chuckle against the skin of your neck.

“You can take it,” he assured you, starting up a slow pace, although it pained him to do so. “You always took it so well.”

It didn’t take long for your body to remember his. The pain faded into pure pleasure within the minute, and then you were moving your hips along with his thrusts. Eddie noticed and picked up the pace of his hips, giving up on being careful and fucking into you with reckless abandon.

High moans spilled from your lips, your eyes falling closed as the feeling of him enveloped you completely. You could think of nothing but the pleasure he was providing with every press of his cockhead against that bundle of nerves deep inside you. Even after all this time, he knew exactly how to fuck you.

Eddie’s own grunts and groans were unashamed as he rutted into you with no real rhythm, drunkenly chasing his own release inside you. Somehow through the drunk and lust filled haze, he had the thought to reach down and rub tight circles on your clit, building that tightening feeling in your belly faster and faster.

“G’na cum,” you whined, your pussy tightening around his cock enough to make him moan even louder as he started fucking you even faster.

“Yeah, princess, that’s it, cum on my cock, just like that,” he babbled encouragement, his own release approaching rapidly. “Fuck, yeah, all over my cock baby.”

Your orgasm crashed through you with the power of a fucking train, and your eyes rolled back, body trembling and pussy clenching around him over and over again as you chanted his name, sounding just like all his groupies at the concert.

That’s all Eddie needed to fall over the edge with a hissed “Shit, shit!” and a low groan against your neck as he spilled inside of you, filling you deeply with ropes of his cum.

Once you were both spent, Eddie pulled out of you, rolling off and collapsing on the bed next to you. You both caught your breath. You wondered if you should say something, but the pull of sleep in both of your drunken minds was too strong. It wasn’t long before you heard Eddie’s soft snores, before you were pulled under, too.

—

You were woken up by a pounding at your front door.

Still, your eyes opened slowly, adjusting to the light filtering through your bedroom windows through the pounding headache already plaguing you. Your heart stopped in your chest when you saw Eddie’s naked form still sleeping next to you.

Fuck, what did you do?

You jumped out of bed and pulled on a t-shirt and pair of sweatpants before walking into the living room before whoever was pounding on the door woke up your entire apartment complex.

You swung open the door, irritated, to find a panicked looking Steve standing there.

“Jesus Christ,” he said when you opened the door. “You just disappeared last night. I thought you got abducted or something.”

The guilt and emotions hit you as the full reality of what you’d done fell on your chest. “Steve…” you started, unsure how to even explain yourself.

“How did you even get home? You just went to the bar and-“ Steve stopped cold, wide eyes trained at something over your shoulder.

Despite the dread in your stomach, you slowly turned, seeing Eddie standing in the hallway behind you, looking sheepish and dressed back in his jeans with no shirt.

“Uh, hey,” he said, a hand running through his curls.

Steve slowly looked back at you. “What the fuck.”

You didn’t even know what to say as you looked between the boys. Eddie looked down at the picture frame on the floor that had been knocked down last night.

“Oh, shit,” he said, almost to himself. He leaned down and picked it up. “I, uh, might have knocked this over-“

He froze. And the second you realized what photo he was looking at, you did, too.

It was Asher. A recent portrait, The toddler sporting a huge gap-toothed grin, his big brown eyes and wild head of curls mirroring the man currently standing in your hallway.

Eddie stared at the photo, completely unmoving. You didn’t even think you were breathing at this point. You could feel Steve’s presence behind you, everyone frozen waiting for someone to make a move.

He finally looked up slowly, eyes meeting yours with questions swirling inside that you didn’t want to answer and he wasn’t sure he wanted the answers to.

Eddie said your name softly, fear lacing his voice. “What is this?”

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soonyoung as a girl dad

girl dad! soonyoung fluff, smut (just a lil), requested warnings: reader has a womb, soonyoung absolutely whipped for his baby girl, mentions of him wanting a lot of kids, sex (again, i tried) wc: 925 author's notes: thank you, anon, for requesting this, because i loved it way too much. i got carried away a lil heh, but i hope you enjoy this. (and i might do a boy dad! soonyoung too, maybe)

girl dad! soonyoung who starts jumping up and down in excitement when he sees his little baby girl. he is emotional of course, but his happiness somehow overpowers with the way he keeps smiling giddily and kisses the little baby in his arms. runs over to you to tell you how adorable she looks with his eyes and your smile, but he talks so fast that you cant really keep up with him, but just keep smiling because his happiness is so damn contagious.

girl dad! soonyoung who is always so ready to shopping for baby items. he was so so excited to buy a little rocking cot for the baby before the delivery. now he buys a ton lot of plushies and toys, and you only notice at the checkout that most of them are tiger shaped ones.

girl dad! soonyoung who disappears almost immediately when you enter the clothes shop, only to return 10 minutes later with not one, not two, but three matching tiger onesies, complete with hood and all. you dont even argue with him because you know he's been waiting for this. hell, he'd been planning this ever since he's fucked a baby into you. buys a LOT of more matching clothes, but he's always eyeing the onesies with the brightest of smiles.

girl dad! soonyoung who is always around you and the baby, cooing and giggling at her while telling you jokes. he has his hands interlinked with you whenever you're together, and you know he'll he around to offer you as much help and support you need during this difficult time.

girl dad! soonyoung who learns from his mom, how to take care of your baby. learns about how to feed her, when to feed her, how to burp her, how to change her diapers, how to know why she's crying. he rushes over whenever she starts crying at night, but not before telling you to go back to sleep and that he'll handle it.

girl dad! soonyoung who dresses her up in her tiger onesie when his friends and family come over to meet her. when they arrive, they find the door open and the first thing they see when they enter is two and a half tiger looking people. jihoon asks you to blink twice if you need help, and you cant help but shake your head and sigh watching soonyoung keep up his tiger persona.

girl dad! soonyoung who feels like she grew up within the blink of an eye, and starts missing her baby days when she becomes one year old. but at the same time, he starts to learn how to tie and braid her hair, starts to buy more fashionable clothes for her because to him, "she's either going big or going home". his words, not yours.

girl dad! soonyoung who starts trying for his next baby right after his first child hits one year. he had already told you how he wanted to have a football team of children with you, and although you scoffed at him then, you did discuss to have at least 3 children. "the rest", he said, "we can decide later".

soonyoung who, although swears he loves his baby girl, is absolutely ecstatic when he learns that his mother has volunteered to babysit her for one night. and he promises to take full advantage of it. he pushes your face down into the mattress the second you agree to have more kids and thrusts in deep to make sure that you're pregnant by the next day. his low groans elicit louder moans from you, and he's never been more thankful for his mother, he thinks later.

girl dad! soonyoung who dances with his daughter every single day. it started very unexpectedly though. you were all in the living room and watching music videos until a song came up and your daughter started throwing random moves outta nowhere. this was enough for soonyoung though, to jump up from the couch and hold your baby's hands and dance with her. it didnt take long before they pulled you in too, just three people goofing around in their living room.

girl dad! soonyoung who, even though has a passion for dancing, never forced your daughter towards it. agreed, that seeing his daughter dance to songs makes him feel very proud. and although he'd love to see his daughter has a dancer like he is, he never ever wants to push her to something she doesnt like. which is exactly why he's over the moon when she asks him to take her to his dance studio or practice rooms.

girl dad! soonyoung who is always at the front row seats whenever your child's school has any programs. he's always the first to jump from his seat and give a standing ovation for anything your daughter does on stage, whether it be a dance performance or a speech or singing. he's just very very proud of his baby girl, forever.

girl dad! soonyoung who had a lot planned for his family before his marriage. and even though it doesnt always happen according to them, he's happy for the most adorable daughter who unmistakably takes after him (except for his obsession with tigers tho, which makes him pout), and for the most beautiful wife who he continues to love every single day. he's happy for this small family that he has now, but he's even happier looking forward to expanding it and maybe even have a football team of children. whatever you're up for.

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Baggage l JJK (01)

Summary: Drowning in debt and blood, Jeon Jungkook knows he's better off alone, lest he brings people down with him.

But one drunken night changes everything.

In a blink of an eye, Jungkook found himself drowning not only in debt and blood, but also in dirty diapers and judgmental stares from you, a.k.a his long-lost love and the guardian of the son he didn't even know existed.

Genre and warnings: best friends to lovers, co-parenting, idiots in love, slow burn—really slow burn, mutual pining, angst, fluff, implied smut, kissing, minor character death, slight getting back together, OC cusses excessively so watch out

Pairing: dad!Jungkook x adoptive mom!Reader

Word Count: 1.8k

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You know it's New Year's Eve when people flock to Incheon's Chinatown. Some were rushing to buy gifts for their families and friends, while others ate in a fancy restaurant or watched fireworks and the famous lion dance.

As for Jungkook, he knew it was New Year's Eve when he could earn double. 

"I said I don't want to take a picture!" The loud wail of a little girl could be heard through the vast street of Chinatown. Many shoppers looked at the kid and her father with disdain. The child was crying hard, yet her father simply laughed it off, urging the child to take a picture with Jungkook or, rather, with Ronald McDonald.

Jungkook was wearing the infamous mascot costume of that red-haired clown of McDonald's.

"Come on, Wonyoung-ah. Just one picture, please?" Seokjin, the child's father, batted his eyelashes, acting cute. It worked on his partner Namjoon. Unfortunately, it didn't have much effect on Wonyoung.

"No! He's so ugly and scary!" Wonyoung stole a glance at Jungkook. The mascot looked so hideous that Wonyoung couldn't help but throw her ice cream at Jungkook.

"Wonyoung." Namjoon, who had been quiet all this time, grimaced when he saw Jungkook stilled—as if the ice cream that hit his chest also froze his heart.

Namjoon usually tolerated the young girl's brattiness, but seeing that Wonyoung crossed the line and even hurt someone older than her, Namjoon couldn't help but scold his daughter.

"Apologize to him." Namjoon tilted Wonyoung's shoulder, compelling her to face Jungkook, who was still rooted to the ground.

Jungkook had never liked kids. He thought they were annoying and full of shit. What happened today totally embarrassed him. Not to mention, many people witnessed the jarring scene.

"I don't want to! Why don't you listen to me! He's a bad clown! He scares people!" Wonyoung refused to look at the mascot. Honestly, Jungkook couldn't refute the kid's reason. He, too, was aware of how ridiculous he looked. Most of his co-workers went on vacation leave. No one was around to help him apply his Ronald McDonald makeup. He had to do it himself.

Jungkook had no talent when it came to makeup. He had accidentally put on too much white face paint—even his manager laughed at him. But despite feeling helpless, he still swallowed his pride and went out to entertain customers. It's just for one night. Someone who needed money to survive couldn't be picky with the little opportunity available.

Not everyone was lucky enough to throw away food like it was nothing. Wonyoung was a young heiress; throwing ice cream at Jungkook was considered throwing tantrums and not wasting food. They had money. They could buy people's silence.

That's precisely what happened. Namjoon was hellbent on making his daughter apologize, and after a long time of coaxing, Wonyoung finally (although reluctantly) managed to say she was sorry.

Namjoon apologized on behalf of his child, too. Conversely, Seokjin gave Jungkook some hush money after promising to 'discipline' Wonyoung at home.

Jungkook could only nod, once again forced to swallow his pride and accept the money offered to him. Poor people like him didn't only have fewer opportunities; they had no self-preservation either. He endured long hours of smiling as kids cried seeing his face. The brave ones were a little easy to deal with. They only clung to his legs, asking their guardians to take more pictures with him.

It was already late at night when the last customer bid him goodbye. Jungkook was exhausted; the cold winter wind made his body shiver. He was itching to go home.

"What happened to your costume?" The manager who laughed at Jungkook earlier couldn't laugh anymore, not when he knew it would cost the restaurant money to clean off the stain.

The chocolate ice cream thrown by Wonyoung heavily stained the costume. Jungkook explained what happened. Unfortunately, the manager only shook his head.

"Nope, that can't be. It's your fault you didn't dodge. I'm gonna have to deduct the laundry fee from your salary."

Jungkook's hands balled into fists when he heard about the salary deduction. There was ringing in his ears, and as if that wasn't cruel enough, the manager added, "I'm not going to double your payment this day. Half of it goes to dry cleaning."

The strong urge to grab the manager's collar and slam him on the wall made Jungkook's hands twitch. Who even dry-cleans a fucking mascot costume? A whirlpool of profanities at the bottom of his heart threatened to swallow him whole. Jungkook wished he could just disappear from this world.

Logic sided with him in the end, though. Jungkook needed a job. He couldn't leave even if he wanted to because if he did, where would that leave those people to whom he owed money? He couldn't escape his responsibilities. Yes, it would be satisfying to smack the hell out of his manager, but after all that gratifying feeling came the consequences: he would lose his only source of income, face a civil case, and be forced to look for a new job.

The last one was the hardest thing to do. No one would want to hire someone like Jungkook. He was a failure, and almost all business industries knew about it.

For the third time tonight, Jungkook swallowed his pride. He held the crook of his manager's elbow and beamed, "Manager Bang, have mercy on your poor employee, would you? You promised to pay me double today."

Jungkook struggled to steady his voice. He swore he never cried, not even when losing millions of assets. But things were different now. Back then, he lost everything because of his own decisions. But today's case was different. He didn't ask any of this. He didn't ask that stupid brat to throw ice cream on him. None of these was his choice...because sadly, he only had one choice:

It was to beg. 

"Please? I-I need money. I need to..." Jungkook choked on his bitter spit. He shook his head. Never mind his needs, never mind his reason. It wasn't like others cared. He could only compromise, "What if I wash the costume instead? You don't have to pay at all."

Jungkook was so passionate about his proposal. He kept spouting nonsense. It was a pity, really. Even his manager couldn't bear looking at his face. It was such a cringe-worthy juxtaposition to see a happy clown almost crying.

"Okay, fine!" The manager cut Jungkook off. He had never seen someone desperately beg for money. It made him uncomfortable. "Do whatever you want. Just get out of my sight."

The manager shuddered again, but Jungkook smiled, almost kowtowing as he received his compensation.

"Thank you, Manager Bang!" Jungkook smiled at his manager before finally leaving the food chain. He didn't change his outfit, realizing that things were better off like this. It was winter, and he had no money to buy coats and boots. He had to make do with this clown costume.

With little compensation in hand, Jungkook walked around Chinatown, spending his transportation fee on food instead.

It was New Year's Eve, after all. He felt like he at least deserved to eat something delicious. Jungkook originally wanted to buy crabs but could only afford five sticks of chicken skewers and a bottle of the cheapest soju. 

Jungkook had low alcohol tolerance. It had been many years since he last drank, and the consequences of that night had been awful—so awful he decided to never drink again.

Tonight was the only night he'd break his promise. It was New Year's Eve. He had no one by his side; he could only rely on alcohol to give him warmth.

As expected, Jungkook's vision doubled after just a few sips of soju. He couldn't stop drinking, though. The alcohol burned his throat and stomach, but it was nothing compared to his bitterness as he looked at the building before him.

The Bighit building. 

Out of hundreds of restaurants and food stalls in Incheon, Jungkook had no idea why he chose to dine in a place where he would have a clear view of Bighit. He did so well trying to avoid going to this part of the city for years, so what changed tonight? Was the embarrassment he experienced earlier not enough?

Did he need to be reminded of the pain and humiliation he went through at the Bighit back then?

Or was it because he missed someone?   

Jungkook's heart throbbed just thinking about that someone. It had been long since they last saw each other. Things had changed already. Take Bighit as an example. It was called HYBE now.

Some people left, including him. But some things never changed. The building was still as magnificent as ever.

Jungkook felt nostalgic. He couldn't stop himself from walking toward HYBE. Years ago, he could go in and out of this building as he pleased.

Everyone would bow down and smile at him. What a pity that he could only stare at the façade of this company now.

Jungkook wasn't the same man years ago, but the alcohol clouded his mind. He felt as if nothing had changed. He thought he could stand outside the building, smiling like an idiot as he waved at an angry girl leaning against her car, a frown decorating her lips while rolling her eyes.

Jungkook smiled despite himself. How shameless of him to think about that girl? To think that he could drink alcohol and pretend like he could turn back time?

Oh, how he wished he could turn back time. He would do anything to see that girl roll her eyes again, to hear her scream one more time.

Jungkook laughed bitterly.

He missed the girl.

The snowflakes fell, followed by tears falling from his eyes. The tears he thought had frozen over time.

And then he heard the sound of the fireworks before seeing it illuminate the dark sky.

It's New Year.

He heard the sound of her voice before seeing her face-to-face.

"Jungkook."

The fireworks enveloped his ears, but it was nothing compared to his loud heartbeat.

Jungkook looked at the person who had just uttered his name.

Did time really freeze? Was this some kind of New Year miracle?

Or was the alcohol still messing with his brain, making him believe that he was still the Jungkook from the past? The Jungkook could see the girl, also known as you, any time he wanted.

Jungkook blinked, chuckling.

It was absurd.

How drunk was he to see your car again parked in front of Bighit?

Jungkook was drunk, but the image in front of him wasn't a fragment of his imagination.

You were really here to pick Jungkook up.

Just like before.

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This fic is originally a soukoku fic which I'm posting/revamping as a JJK one (I don't know, man. I feel like I have to change the characters to eradicate my writer's block. This fic has been on hiatus for many years. This will probably have 8 chapters in total. (I've written 4/8 already, so stay tuned!) This is also for those few readers who never fail to message me, asking if I will be writing more JJK fics. Here you go, I guess? Hehehe

I appreciate COMMENTS the most <33 I love you, guys. Thanks for reading.

[247-diaperboy]

Gabe and Scott used to be a regular couple with a healthy sex life. Though Scott always wanted a little more, exploring kink and BDSM. The idea of wearing diapers turned both of them on and they would sometimes wear diapers in the bedroom which would lead intense sex.

Scott was craving to explore this diaper fetish more. Then Scott reached out to an online Master. Master was a total Alpha male and loved humiliating and emasculating men, turning them into desperate horny slaves.

Master challenged Scott to wear diapers outside the bedroom to the store, the gym, and even work. Master also started having Scott use the diapers for no just sexual reasons but also for pissing and messing. The challenges made Scott nervous but they also turned him on so intensely that he couldn’t say no. He completed the challenges and wanted even more. Master decided Scott should wear diapers full-time. Scott was hesitant but couldn’t say no. He was hooked on the humiliation of wearing diapers in public. Gabe noticed Scott was wearing diapers more and asked him about it. Scott confessed meeting Master, the diaper challenges and Master’s expectation that Scott be diapered 24/7. Gabe was confused and upset. He felt as if Scott had violated their trust as a couple. He asked for Master’s contact information. Scott reluctantly gave the info to Gabe.

Gabe contacted Master to tell him to stay away from his boyfriend. Master responded with photos of Scott in diapers in humiliating situations. Gabe had never been so turned on. Master knew then that he had another submissive guy wrapped around his finger. Master challenged both Gabe and Scott to wear diapers 24/7 for a week. Master would ask for diaper checks randomly a couple times a day. In the evening, Master would give them additional challenges to push their boundaries and completely humiliate them.

By the end of the week, Master had collected so many embarrassing photos of Gabe and Scott in their diapers that he could use as leverage. Master set the next phase of his plan, saying that both Scott and Gabe were now going to be permanently in diapers, 24/7, and that they were banned from ever using toilets.

Master had Scott and Gabe bag up all their former adult underwear and throw them in the trash. “This is your new life,” said Master. In addition, Gabe and Scott were to obey Master, submit regular proof that meet every expectation or be punished, and ask Master for permission when they needed diaper changes. Scott and Gabe could no longer have sex but we’re instead required to ask Master for permission to hump each other in their diapers whenever they wanted to cum. And they must hump while on video chat with Master so he can tease and taunt them about being desperate diapered slaves. Sometimes he gave them permission, and other times he denied them with a sadistic grin. Master loves making his slaves desperate. Months later, Scott and Gabe are still in diapers all day every day. They haven’t used a toilet or had regular sex. Instead they cum in their diapers when Master allows it.

They converted a spare bedroom to their diaper changing and diaper humping room, complete with other toys (butt plugs, dildos, chastity cages, etc.), wipes, baby oil, booster pads, and stacks and stacks of diapers.

Every now and then, Gabe and Scott wonder if they should stop. But they both know they cannot. They are addicted to serving their Master and they are now addicted to their diapers. As Master reminds them, “This is your fate. A life permanently in diapers. You cannot go back. Love your diapers. Your Master controls your fate.” And Master has even more ideas for Scott and Gabe.

[yourmomsawh0r3]

Hurricane

pairing: Joel Miller No Apocalypse x F! wife reader

summary: legit me with hurricane francine yesterday/last night, you guys know i love protective daddy joel. p.s my house is still without power 🫠

The wind whipped fiercely outside, rattling the windows as the sky turned an ominous shade of gray. Joel stood at the front door, staring at the water creeping up the driveway. The outer bands of the hurricane were already making their presence known, and the storm wasn’t even close to landfall yet. His jaw tightened as he wiped his hands on his jeans, adrenaline kicking in.

“Honey!” Joel called, his voice urgent as he hurried toward the bedroom. “We need to pack. Now. The water’s gonna get in the house if we don’t leave soon.”

Y/N appeared in the doorway, holding their newborn close against her chest, her eyes wide with concern. “Is it that bad already?”

“Yeah, it’s that bad,” Joel muttered, grabbing his boots from the closet and throwing them on the bed. “Pack the bags yours, mine, and the kids’. Essentials. I’ll load the truck.”

Without another word, Joel was out the door, his heart racing as he made his way through the garage. The lifted F-150 was their best bet for getting out safely, especially with the rising water, and he wasted no time throwing in bags of snacks, bottles of water, and the kids’ favorite toys. The wind was howling now, rattling the garage door as he loaded the portable crib for the baby.

Inside, Y/N rushed through the house, packing clothes for everyone in a frenzy. Her hands trembled as she grabbed shirts, jeans, and socks from Joel’s dresser, tossing them into the duffel bag. She couldn’t believe the storm had gotten this bad so fast. But if Joel said they had to go, she trusted him.

She scooped up the newborn’s diapers, formula, and bottles, stuffing them into another bag before returning to the living room where their two older kids were huddled on the couch, their little faces full of worry. “Come on, babies. We’re going for a little trip, okay? Daddy’s loading the truck.”

Joel was back in a flash, sweeping through the door, sweat already glistening on his forehead from the effort. He grabbed the bags Y/N had packed and hauled them outside, stuffing them into the back of the truck with barely a grunt.

"Get your pretty ass in the car," Joel growled, his voice firm but soft as he glanced at Y/N, holding their baby in her arms. “Take the kids, millie, and go to your parents’ house. I’ll stay here and make sure the floodwater doesn’t get into the house.”

Y/N froze in her tracks, blinking up at him like he’d lost his mind. “No, Joel. You’re not staying behind. Your safety is more important to me than this house.” Her voice cracked with emotion as she stood her ground.

Joel hesitated, eyes softening as he looked at her. He wanted to argue, but seeing her like this, standing tall in the middle of chaos, broke down any resistance. He let out a heavy sigh, his resolve crumbling. “Yes, ma’am,” he muttered, a wry smile tugging at his lips.

He grabbed the last of the essentials and tossed them into the truck, As Joel loaded the last of the bags into the back of the truck, he gave a sharp whistle, the kind that always got their chocolate lab, Millie, bounding over. Sure enough, Millie came trotting out from the porch, her tail wagging despite the chaos around them.

“Come on, girl,” Joel called, motioning toward the truck. He walked over to Y/N’s side and opened the door, making room for Millie. “Hop in.”

Without hesitation, Millie leapt up into the backseat beside the kids, settling in like she knew they were heading somewhere safe.Then Joel climbed into the driver’s seat. Y/N quickly secured the kids in the back, holding the newborn close as she settled in next to Joel.

“Let’s get the hell out of here,” Joel muttered, gripping the wheel tightly as the rain started to come down harder. The water was already licking at the edge of their driveway, but he pulled away just in time, the tires of the truck splashing through puddles as they headed toward her parents’ house.

Y/N reached over, resting a hand on Joel’s arm as they drove, her heart still racing from the panic. “I’m glad you didn’t stay behind.”

Joel glanced at her, squeezing her hand with a small smile. “Me too darlin’, I just want to keep you and the kids safe.” Y/n cupped his check with her hand and said “Wherever you are, we’re safe. “

As the storm raged behind them, Joel kept his focus on getting his family to safety.

The drive to Y/N’s parents’ house was tense, the rain pelting the windshield as Joel carefully navigated through flooded streets. By the time they pulled into the driveway, the winds were howling, and the power was already flickering. Y/N’s parents rushed out to help everyone inside as Joel grabbed the bags and Millie’s food and dog bed from the truck, everyone hurrying to get in before the weather worsened.

As soon as they stepped through the door, the lights went out, leaving the house in darkness. The kids immediately grew scared, clinging to Y/N as they looked around nervously.

“It’s okay, everything’s alright,” Y/N soothed, her voice calm and steady as she knelt down in front of them. “Daddy’s going to get the power back on. We’re safe here.”

Joel shot her a reassuring look before heading toward the back porch with her father. The wind was still howling, but Joel’s focus was on getting the generator running. He filled it with gas and fresh oil, working quickly alongside her father as the storm raged around them.

Inside, Y/N kept the kids close, getting them settled in the living room. The baby stirred in her arms but didn’t fully wake, and Y/N gently placed her back in the portable crib, giving her a soft kiss on the forehead. She tucked blankets around the two older kids, calming their fears with gentle words.

Once the generator was up and running, the hum of power returned, filling the house with a comforting buzz. Joel came back inside, his clothes slightly damp from the rain, and nodded toward Y/N, a proud smile on his face.

“It’s set up outside,” Joel said, moving toward the couch. “The TV’s plugged into extension cord which is plugged up to the generator so we can keep an eye on the news.”

Y/N nodded, sinking onto the couch beside him, her hand finding his as they both exhaled in relief. The kids were now calm, settled on their makeshift beds, and the baby was fast asleep. Millie was asleep in her dog bed, still on high alert.

Together, Joel and Y/N sat in the dimly lit room, the flickering glow of the TV illuminating their faces. The weather report showed the storm intensifying, but they were safe riding it out together as a family.

Joel wrapped his arm around Y/N’s shoulders, pulling her closer as the wind howled outside. “We’ll get through this,” he whispered, kissing her temple.

Y/N nodded, leaning into him. "As long as we're together, we can get through anything."

They stayed like that for hours, watching the storm outside but feeling secure in each other’s arms. Despite the chaos outside, inside they were safe and sound, riding out the hurricane as one.

[dumblittleboy19]

STORY TIME:

So I’ve never gotten personal on here much. You can call me Addie! If you’ve been on the abdl side of tumbler for 10+ years, I was the male half of ThatOddCouple. We obviously went our separate ways but still keep in touch!

I’ve been into ABDL well before I knew there was even a term for it. If I had to put a number to it, I was probably 10 or 11 when I started to notice I was …..interested in wearing diapers. But there’s a little more to it.

I grew up in a cul du sac with my older sister by 4 years and a bunch of kids slightly older than me. Only thing was that up until I was 10, I was the only boy among the group. And the youngest. And I was “forced” to be walked up and down and all over the cul du sac in their little strollers that their mom would let them use to play “house”. It happened a lot. And it got to the point that I would get jealous when they used the other girl close to my age to be the “baby”. I loved the attention.

At the same time, my mom had a childhood best friend that lived a neighborhood away from us with a son and daughter that were me and my sisters age. I’d sleep over there basically once a week minimum and they would sleep at my house. From toddlers up until middle school I did this. Apparently the son was a chronic bedwetter at night and to make him feel comfortable, she would make us both wear diapers. And she would put each of us in them herself before we got comfy to watch a movie or play video games. I remember sitting in the backseat of the car on the way home the next day and hearing my parents argue about how it was “weird” she did this to her son and me for so long. I LONGED for those sleepovers.

I know both of those stories sound like bullshit. They are real. The other side of this, the side people don’t talk about much, is the negative aspects of their kink. When my parents found out what I was looking at online and how active I was on the DailyDiapers forums (real ones know what’s up) that started an almost decades long cycle of being shoved into different therapists offices to be “fixed”. And whenever a therapist told them I was perfectly fine and not harming anyone, I was accused of lying to my therapists to get on their good side and sent to a new one. It was like this until the day I moved out at 26. To the point where I had to make up a reason WHY I was going to therapy to my vanilla friends and girlfriends.

I spent a lot of my life trying to separate the “vanilla me” and this side of me and in the past 5 or 6 years I’ve just embraced it more. I still keep things separate for the most part, but my closest friends know. I’ve had long term relationships with Mommies and I LOVE a FLR 😍

Always dreamed of having my own place to be little whenever I want and throw abdl parties and sleepovers and have a whole bunch of IRL abdl friends. I’d daydream about having that freedom constantly.

And now I’m doing just that. I host a month abdl banger in south jersey once a month. I’ve made so many friends in the New Jersey/Philly area and they are all such talented and amazing people. We’ve worked really hard this past year and the community we have built is SO amazing. I have become the safe house for people to come and feel like they can be themselves and be little (or be a mommy/daddy. Whatever you fancy). I’ve had people say to me that my house was the first time anybody else has even seen them in their full ABDL gear, let alone compliment them and call them cute and make them feel small.

I love this community and I wanna see it grow more and more. And if you are in the area and you think you’re alone, you’re not. Reach out and let’s be friends.

Well that’s my super long winded post! Thanks for reading if you’ve gotten this far lmao.

That last pic I salvaged from the old ThatOddCouple tumblr page! I can’t believe I found it. If anybody has any other pictures from that page PLEASE share them with me.

[girliism]

girl dad!art hasn’t had to stay home only with your daughters since she’s been born so when he sees you getting ready for a night out he’s confused.

“where on you going?” art stands behind at your vanity. “tashi invited me out and i haven’t been out since the bean was born so.” you shrugged retouching your lipstick. art follows behind you while you pack your purse. “is your mom coming over to watch bean?” you tell him he is and watch him freeze up.

art loves his daughter but watching her alone without you. what if something goes wrong. “baby, you’ll be fine. it’s almost ten and she’s been fed all you need to do is change her then put her to sleep.” you reassure him. “oh and remember to warm up the bottle under hot water. she likes to hold it herself while someone rocks her to sleep.” you kiss your daughter and art goodbye heading out to tashi’s car.

“alright looks like it’s just you and me bean.” art picked her up the two of them smiling at each other his full mouth of teeth and her five tiny ones. three at the bottom two at the top. “so what do you wanna do first.” art pokes at her cheeks. she opens her mouth as if to answer but instead throws up all over arts white t-shirt. “fuc-fudge.” art stops himself from cursing looking at his daughter in disbelief. she just giggles.

back at the club you are a worrying mess. “ok you’ve been setting here for thirty minutes staring at your phone.” tashi plobs down next to you. “this is supposed be girls night out no kids no husbands just girlfriends.” you sigh. “i know i know, but i’ve never left art alone with bean before, and it’s just been me and her her and me for so long. i think i’m having separation anxiety.” you rant. “i don’t even know why i came out it’s not like i can drink yet.” tashi shushes you. “no none of that no mopey mom feelings ok. trust i know how you feel but think about how much when we need this. we have been sitting at home with nothing but shitty diapers and achy boobs. who cares if we can’t drink yet let’s just dance and let loose. art and patrick have everything under control ok.” you nod your head standing up to go hit the dance floor with tashi. this night out is more than deserved. “wait you left lily home alone with patrick?” “course not my moms there. now let’s go.”

“ok bean, daddy’s got a new shirt you’ve got a new diaper now drink this bottle and go to sleep.” art’s seated in the rocking chair handing her the bottle. she immediately chucks it across the room laughing. art goes and picks it up trying again. only for her to throw it again laughing even harder now. art stares at her in shock. “so you think this is a game?”

after 20 minutes of trying to get her to sleep he finally succeeds laying her down in her crib whispering a good night.

art sets down on the couch with a beer flipping through the channels. “god, how does mama do this every night.” he turns on adult swim cause why not and then he hears it. the sound of banging and giggling coming from the baby monitor. picking it up he’s thinking there’s no way that could be bean cause bean is sleeping. but there she was on the monitor screen bouncing in her crib hitting her toy against the rails.

art opens the door to her nursery and is greeted by a very smiley and very awake baby. “you’re not gonna go to sleep are you.” she just laughs making grabbing hands at him.

the next hour art spends playing peak-a-boo, pretended to steal her nose and she still wasn’t a little bit tired. “come on baby cut me some slack here. what does mommy usually do to get you to sleep?” she perks up at the mention of her mother. “ma ma ma ma ma ma.” shes babbles. “yea mama what does mama do? does she read to you or sing you lullaby’s?” your daughter does her little baby dance when art mentions lullaby’s. and art can do that he can sing lullaby’s it’s just he doesn’t know any. so he improvises.

“okay lullaby time. time to sing a lullaby.” art thinks hards but none are popping into his mind. “looks like we’re gonna freestyle this bean.” art clears his throat. “bean bean one year old bean i really need you to go to sleep. sleep sleep is pretty neat especially if you’re a one year old bean.” art looks down at his daughter resting on his shoulder playing with his necklace. assuming the song is working he repeats it three more times before they’re both passed out on the couch.

“thanks for tonight tash i’ll call you in the morning.” you watch her car drive off making your way to your house.

pushing open the front door walking into the living room to be met with a mess of toys and your husband and daughter asleep on the couch. you snap a picture before running your hand through arts hair waking him up. “hey you’re back.” art whispers moving to sit up slowly as not to wake your daughter. “did you have fun?” you nod your head. “looks like you and bean had your own fun.” art stands. “love, she just would not sleep i had to made up a lullaby.” you laugh the both of you walking to her nursery to put her down. you guys watch her sleep for a while before leaving.

“thanks for doing this.” you reach up places a kiss on arts lips. he shrugs. “it’s nothing. watching after her is my responsibility to. i’ll start doing it more so you can go hang out you know start having a life again.” even though it’s truly the bare minimum you still feel happy that he would suggest such a thing. you give him one last kiss before walking off to get ready for the night.

“you look hot by the way.”

(i nicknamed the baby bean for this cause i didn’t wanna keep calling her daughter .)

[evermoresversion]

Hey can yo do one one Nik Leister we’re he has a daughter with the reader tank’s I love your work

LITTLE PRINCESS, NICK LEISTER.

A/N Thank you for your request, sweetheart. This fed into my daddy issues, bye. Plus I also want Hailey's web shooter.

PAIRING Dad!Nick Leister x Mom!Fem!Reader

TW/TAGS Established relationship, fluff.

SUMMARY Nick adores your daughter, he would do and give anything for her.

NICK'S MASTERLIST | MASTERLIST

"Come here, little princess." Nick followed your daughter as she ran across the living room in her diaper. It should be noted that you had asked Nick before you left to give little Hailey a bath before you arrived for the family dinner you were going to have.

The little girl ran while giggling, for a two-year-old baby, she was running too fast. So much so that she already had her father tired.

She hid behind one of the many stuffed animals Nick had bought for her, hoping not to be seen by him.

But she let out a scream, a little scared but excited at the same time when she felt herself being carried.

"I got you, let's bathe you." He said starting to walk towards the bathroom inside the main room, where Hailey clearly slept with you and Nick, even though she had her own room.

He insisted that she should sleep with both of you.

She was definitely daddy's spoiled little princess.

A bit of suds, bubbles, soap, Nick ending up drenched and a half hour later, Hailey was completely bathed. Wrapped in her little superheroes bath towel, 'cause apparently she developed a love for everything that has to do with them, while she waited for her dad to choose the clothes to put on her.

For being in the terrible twos, she was a pretty peaceful girl but playful too.

When you arrived you found your daughter dressed in a little blue dress and with a headband on her head.

You smiled looking at her and she raised her little arms for you to carry her and you did that, leaving your bag aside.

You walked towards the main room, and your smile disappeared when you saw your husband still wearing the same wet shirt from when he bathed Hailey.

"And you? The reservation is at eight, I change my clothes and go with Hailey." you scolded him leaving Hailey on the big bed.

"Well." he said pouting when you walked past him.

"Bah, bah, bah." the baby stammered looking at her dad, pointing at him with her little finger.

Nick narrowed his eyes at her, making her giggle.

You gave Nick a quick kiss on the lips, making him smile, following where you went with his eyes.

"Aaah!" Hailey yelled, barely covering her eyes with her little hands.

She was a pretty smart baby too.

A couple of years later it was your little daughter's fourth birthday.

But hours before you had asked Nick to go with you to buy everything for Hailey's party.

He insisted that you better send someone who works for him for all of the party stuff.

"But no one is going to choose better for my little girl."

So you decided instead to go through it all alone, while Nick and Hailey made a mess in the kitchen, trying to make chocolate chip cookies.

Her brown hair was tied up in a ponytail made by Nick. He was wearing a pink apron that Hailey had made him wear and she was wearing a superhero one.

From one moment to the next they started with a flour war, ending up both totally covered in it.

"Your mom is going to kill me." he said and Hailey laughed throwing more flour in his face.

When you came back and saw your kitchen full of flour and chocolate chips on the floor, you tried to look angry, but you couldn't help but laugh at Nick more than Hailey.

"You," you pointed to your husband, taking Hailey's hand to get her down from the little stool both had for her. "You're going to clean all this up, because it was probably your idea about the flour war."

"But..."

"Yes, mommy, it was his idea, I tried to stop him." she said, hugging your legs and looking at her dad with a wicked smile over her shoulder.

Nick looked at her with indignation and was going to say something but stopped when you spoke.

"I know, my love, I brought you a surprise, come on." you took her by the hand.

"Yeah!" she exclaimed excitedly, walking into the living room with you.

A few minutes later when he started cleaning up and you left Hailey with her new toy you came back to him.

You hugged him from behind, smiling at him and looking at him with sparkling eyes.

And it reminded him of when you were both teenagers and you started dating.

"You are an amazing father." you murmured kissing his back. He turned around to look at you appropriately, hugging you by the shoulders.

"And you are a wonderful mother." He smiled leaning down to kiss you lovingly.

It was good to know that even though the years went by and the two of you still felt like the first time you met.

"Look dad!" Hailey's voice was heard entering the kitchen, making the two separate, but he hugged you from the side, with his arm around your shoulders and one of your hands remained on his chest.

Hailey pressed the button on her web shooter, which sent a real-looking web into his stomach.

"It isn't true." Nick mentioned moving towards his daughter, removing his arm from you.

"Yes!" she exclaimed excitedly. "Can we play? Say yes."

"Okay, let's go, but then we have to get you ready for your party." He warned walking next to her.

"Of course, I am Ghost-Spider and you are a damsel in distress!"

You laughed tidying up everything in the kitchen a bit.

You loved your family, you wouldn't change anything in your life with them.

disclaimer ── evermoresversion © 2023.

[demigodsanswer]

I need to see more modern royals percabeth babies

ask and you shall receive

There wasn't anything Percy could do. This was a full-blown toddler tantrum. Sofia had thrown herself to the floor and refused to be picked up or comforted. She just wiggled at Percy's attempts to hold her until she was left to her own emotions on the floor.

"This is all part of this developmental stage," Maria told him, trying to comfort him more than the child.

"Mamma!" Sofia called out again.

"Mamma is busy, sweetheart," Percy said, not sure why he was trying to rationalize his way out of this. Fifteen minutes ago, Sofia had decided she wanted her mother, who was in a meeting with her father and the Prime Minister. Percy knew if he sent someone for Annabeth, she'd be up to her baby in a flash, but this wasn't an emergency. This was just their baby going through a very frustrating developmental phase.

"Try offering her some water," Maria suggested. "They can't scream and sob while they're drinking something."

Percy scooted closer to where the future queen of Sweden had decided to lay, and extended her sippy cup to her. "Do you want your juice, sweetheart?" He asked.

Sofia stuck her little arm out and took one of the handles. "Let's sit up, okay?" Percy said softly. His daughter listened, sitting up as she took a big drink. Already her sobs started to fade, and when she stopped drinking, she just stared at him, her eyes big, wet, and green, as if she couldn't remember why she had been so emotional in the first place.

"You want a hug?" Percy asked.

Sofia nodded and ran over to him. He gave her a big squeeze, and used the moment to covertly check her diaper. She was wet, but he'd hold off on changing her until he was sure the odds of her throwing a fit mid-change were lower. She'd only just turned two last month, but, at least among the grown ups, the potty training conversation had already started.

Of course, circumstances as they were, there were about to be a few other big changes in Sofia's life. All of their lives.

"Do you want your baby?" Percy asked. Sofia nodded against his shoulder.

She'd always had baby dolls, but she'd become attached to this one in particular ever since they told her she was going to be a big sister. Percy and Annabeth were glad to see how gently she handled her baby, cradling it gently and kissing its head. Most of the time. Sure, sometimes she dragged it along by a limb, but that was because the baby doll was about half of her tiny size. She couldn't be expected to carry it all the time.

Percy cradled Sofia in his lap, as Sofia cradled her baby.

"When your baby sister gets here, she will need a lot of attention from Mommy and Daddy, but we'll still be here," he promised her. "And you're going to be able to help us take care of her, like you take care of your baby."

Sofia brushed the plastic-y brown hair off of her baby's forehead, before kissing her baby and shushing her dad.

"She's sleeping," Sofia said simply. Percy wasn't sure she'd listened to him at all.

"Okay," Percy whispered back. "Should we put her in the crib?" Sofia nodded. They placed Baby in Sofia's crib. Sofia looked sleepy herself, and she was due for a nap, but Percy needed to change her first.

Maria had set up the changing table for him. He maybe didn't let the woman do her job as much as he should, but she was still the most valuable help they had. Sofia complied with the diaper change. By the time Percy picked her up off the changing table her eyes were closing.

Percy kissed her forehead before he placed her in her crib next to baby, brushing her hair off her forehead as her eyes closed.

And then the nursery door opened. Annabeth opened it slowly, quietly peaking into the room, her belly entering first. Seven months in, two more to go. Her efforts to stay quiet were in vain. Sofia's eyes shot open, and then she was on her feet in the crib.

"Mamma!" She yelled, happy again.

Annabeth smiled and went over to her, pressing kiss after kiss to her girl's head.

"[It's nap time,]" Annabeth reminded her.

Sofia just lifted her arms, begging her mom to pick her up. Annabeth glanced at Percy, silently apologizing for undoing all of his hard work. But she picked her child up, resting her on her hip, carefully navigating around her belly, before getting into the plush rocking chair. Sofia babbled something in Swedish to her mother. Percy's Swedish had improved a lot in the last four years, but his daughter's babbles were a different language entirely.

"She says her baby wants to be rocked," Annabeth said. Percy handed Sofia baby.

"No!" Sofia yelled. "[You do it!]"

Percy looked at Annabeth, and then at Maria. And he realized he had two choices: rock the baby doll in his arms or risk another melt down.

"Thirty-two and already a put-upon grandfather," Percy said with a sigh as he started rocking baby.

[igglemouse]

The symptoms are hitting hard this morning as you can see and it is very difficult to make it to the restroom when you have to walk as slowly as possible. I worry for a moment that I might not make it but don't worry I get there just in time.

But my morning is the usual, changing diapers and keeping her squeaky clean. Which isn't easy since it sometimes feels like she does whatever she can to avoid being clean. At least this morning she waited until six a.m. to cry for attention!

Pascal's morning is also the usual, for him at least. Beating up that poor treadmill again. This man is really dedicated to his fitness and it's so admirable that I'm happy to let him be in the mornings.

So I feel like the sooner I bring it up, the better. It makes little sense holding it back from him since he'll figure it out eventually. I expect he'll be happy just based on the last time we talked about children, so there isn't any pressure about it this time. I think I'll just bring it up over breakfast actually. Yeah, that is the plan!

So that's exactly what happens. We finish an apple salad and before Pascal can get up and likely go train or work out again I keep him at the table with a simple sentence. "Looks like Flora will be having a little brother or sister."

It takes him a few seconds to either parse what I mean OR come to grips with it. "You're pregnant?" I give my head a little nod and watch as a smile spreads across his face. "Wow!"

"Would it be biased if I hope it is a boy?" He says and I quickly shake my head.

"Nope! I'd be happy with a boy too, keep things even, I guess," and maybe would get him more involved? Although, I will say, he has stepped up a little. Not a lot but...a little is better than nothing.

While I'll soon be a mother of two I am also still very much a Simtube content creator and I must make sure that to keep the momentum going for my channel and so it's time to record a new video.

This one will teach anyone how to make quick and chewy blueberry bagels. A nice desert to go along with a main dish to be sure and I think easy enough for anyone to bake! I will admit that my baking skills are not the best buuuuuuuuuut I think I am proud of the end result!

Thankfully Flora slept right through the recording of my video but you know right after it I had to go and check on her and play with her and give her a little tummy time. I think she does pretty well although she definitely throws a tantrum in the middle of it.

But if you recall I had planned on inviting both Sara and Marjorie over to meet Flora and well...because of previous events I'd like to move past it is only Sara who comes.

She does arrive with a bit of a frown on her face and I'm sure I'll find out why she's in such a sour mood but first to invite her inside and more importantly, introduce her to Flora!

And so I have to go and pull Flora from her crib and bring her to Sara who lights up at the sight of her. Whatever frown she had on her face instantly melts away and she can't wait to hold her.

"Florencia is her full name," I say to Sara as she coos and snuggles Flora who is being very well behaved right now! "She seems to only be fussy with me!"

"Well of course because she knows you'll listen to every little demand she has!"

"Having the strong urge to have your own yet?" I joke but I can tell saying that hit the wrong nerve. "Sara, I didn't mean-"

"No, it's fine, I want to but...can we talk about it a little later?"

"Of course!"

It was then that Flora decided she had enough of introductions and started to cry.

"Ok ok Flora, we get it, we get it!," I say taking her back and letting Sara know she's free to hang around but I have to get her to sleep.

Sara was exploring the house a bit since its actually her first time here and in the end I find her seated right before my tempting blueberry bagels. I'm guessing she would have taken one but she looks like she has a lot on her mind right now. "This place is...really nice," she says, at least in a much better mood than when she arrived.

"Isn't it? Still very empty but we'll fill it day by day, I hope."

"It's a lot of space to fill but it's also not too much, if that makes sense?" She is right. It's not exactly a mansion but it's big enough to be impressive.

"So..." I start, curious about what has Sara all sour right now. "Is everything okay?"

"It's the guy, you know the one I'm dating?" she reveals but all I can do is nod my head because I actually do not know the guy she's dating. She has kept his identity as vague as possible, not on purpose, I think, but he remains a mystery to me all the same. "He's umm, well, let's just say his occupation isn't clean."

"Clean?" I urge, needing a bit more.

"He works for the cartel...I think."

"Oh," well, that's no good. You all know i have an extensive relationship with the cartel but Sara does not know that. All she knows is that I'm an immigrant. "Sara, who exactly are you-"

"Well, that's not the problem," she says, as if there could be something bigger than that. "He apparently has a bit of a promotion on the table and thinks he should take it."

"A promotion in that world usually means more simoleons and more of a chance of also getting killed," I tell her honestly. "Sara, who is this guy?"

"My boyfriend?" she says, which is obvious. I know that but how do I get more information out of her about him?

"Sara, I've known a few cartel guys from...well, they basically ran the town I came from. Maybe I know about him and can better prepare you for-?"

"Simón," she says and at that moment my heart drops.

There is only one Simón that I know and I do not think there could be another especially tied to the cartel. Maybe there is, it's not that uncommon of a name after all, but before I can ask for his last name she's moved on, perhaps sensing that I wasn't into the conversation so somehow she's talking about Flora again.

"She really is adorable isn't she? You know it was dangerous coming over here I might get the fever myself!"

"O-oh uh yeah, yeah," I say, regaining my balance. She's very possibly dating Simón, my Simón. "Oh umm, by the way, I'm pregnant again," I announce for whatever reason. Perhaps because I was not sure what else to say or do in the moment.

Well, that will certainly be awkward if she introduces me to him. I would tell her that I know him but I'm only 90% sure that she's talking about the same guy...maybe, hopefully, she is not.

Frida Varela - Next Episode 10.4

[weirdoldstans]

Oooo! Taking some inspiration from the 30s!Stan Twins anon!

When Stanley arrives at Ford’s cabin, he’s on his last 2 diapers, and the one he’s wearing now is not a dry one. He hopes his brother can make this quick so he can go down this town’s store, if they have one, and swipe a pack. Stanley doesn’t need diapers, not in the way some people do. He leaks a little, years of gut punches will mess up your bladder, but he’s not incontinent or anything. He mostly just enjoys the childish comfort, the nice feeling of the padding surround his hips and waist, how it covers his dick so nicely, the soft padding rubbing against him feeling so good. Plus, he can piss where he wants without worry of staining his seats or pants.

He figures he gonna have to wait awhile once Ford raves on and on about the dangers he’s gotten himself into as they go down the the last floor of this Mansions basement. Typical Ford, he has everything a person could want-money, food, a home-but he’s still so selfish. A 3 floor basement? That’s just excessive.

And maybe it’s the feeling of a soaked diaper, maybe it’s his lack of food and sleep, or maybe it’s Ford’s audacity to think Stanley would do anything for him after he ruined his life. Stan doesn’t know, he just explodes. He yells, Ford yells, they both yell and shove and push to get that stupid book. It goes until Ford kicks him-in his already messed up bladder mind you-and then all he feels is read of fire on his shoulder. The the vague warmth of a bladder full of urine being released in a too wet diaper. Fuck, he leaked and now his pants are going to be soaked. He can’t help himself, he starts sobbing, not from the pain and not from the leaking. But he sobs because he’s so scared that this. This one comfort of his is going to be ruined for him. Because if diapers are ruined for him, then hiss stuffy and blankie and paci are too. And he has only this one comfort, it keeps him sane and happy enough to not want to die all the time.

He can vaguely feel himself be lifted and walked over to the elevator, Ford murmuring something in his ears that he can’t pay attention to over his thoughts. He must lose track of time, because the next thing he’s aware of is him in the bathroom, Ford stripping off what remains of his jacket and shirt, carefully avoiding his burn, and going to pull down his jeans. That causes him to panic, but moving his arms causes shooting pain to hit him, he bends over the sinks and just breathes through the pain, more tears escaping his eyes. He feels Ford snuck down his pants and pause. Great, his brother already hates him, what’s one more mail in the coffin? Stan’s a freak, but not the acceptable kind of freak, the gross kind that even the elephant man would make fun of.

“Oh Stanley,” he finally registers, looking up at Ford’s face for the first time since the fight. He doesn’t look disgusted at him, underneath his eye bags and pale face, he looks upset? Sorry? Is he being pitied? Fuck no, he won’t accept pity from Ford. But he can’t bring himself to say that to Ford, he barely utter more than distressed moans and whimpers.

“D-do you have anymore? With you?” Ford hesitantly asks, hands hovering. No matter much shame fills Stanley, how much his brother may hate him and be disgusted by him, he still wants his comfort, his diapers and his teddy. Luckily, he brought his bag that has his comfort items in it, needing the presence of them to help his nerves when seeing Ford for the first time in a decade.

“Front door, m’ red bag.” He manages weakly before hearing Ford rush off, leaving Stanley standing there, soaked diaper still on, but nothing else. He can’t tell how long it takes for Ford to get his bag, but he knows it’s longer than it should. Shit. He must be looking through it, he always was a snoop. He’s going to find his stuff, his special comfort stuff and then he’s going to be disgusted he’ll throw him out right into the snow, no shirt, no pants, just his burn and soaked diapers. He sniffles, tears brimming in his eyes, his mind feeling hazy, but he can’t let himself feel like that! He’s going to be kicked out! Again!

“Oh, Baby,” Stan startle as he feels a shaking hand wipes away his tears. He sees Ford, his expression not reading pity but, it looks soft? As soft as it can be when he’s exhausted and shaking from the massive amounts of caffeine in his body. Ford really should get some sleep. “You’re just a baby, Stanley, I should’ve known. You need your big brother to care for you?” He struggles to understand the weird glint in Ford’s eyes, is he that Bill guy now? No, his eyes aren’t yellow, they’re still the same blue as his. He wish his mind and mouth were working properly so he could speak and figure out Ford’s angle.

He comes back to his thoughts as he feels his brother slide off his dripping wet diaper and help him sit on the diaper Ford laid out on the bathroom floor. He gets stop from fully laying down, though. He looks at Ford, confused. This is how you’re supposed to do your diapers.

“Oh, Little One, this is why you need your big brother. If you lay down, you’ll hurt the burn on your shoulder, so you have to sit while I diaper you.” Oh, that makes sense. Ford could’ve said it without the condescending tone. He blushes a little as he looks down and sees an erection forming, using his left hand-his left shoulder isn’t burned-to cover it from Ford’s eyes.

“Hmmm, do you like this, Stanley? Being diapered?” Stan blushes even harder as Ford moves his hand away to reveal his hard cock. “You know, I’ve always wanted to do this to you. Maybe not exactly diapering, but to care for you as you rely solely on me. This is just an added bonus. You know, I didn’t really expect anything when I asked you to come here, but you continue to prove my expectations wrong.” Ford finished taping up the diaper, giving Stan’s hard cock a squeeze through the padding, before going around back and finally administering aid to his burn mark.

Stan’s mind goes fuzzy again, he’s sitting in his soft diaper, his cock aching but his body too tired to do anything about it. He can hear Ford talk, he can’t understand what he’s saying, but he knows he hates the tone of it. He lets Ford move his about as a long sweater-must be Ford’s is slipped on him. It doesn’t go past his hips, so his crinkling diaper is in full display to his brother, but Stan can see the tenting in his pants from his position on the floor. Ford helps him up from the floor and shoves his paci in his mouth and blankie and stuffy in his hands. Stan blinks slowly as he brings his teddy up to his face to rub against it, slowly sucking on the paci as Ford leads him to a room and sits down, bringing Stan to sit on his lap.

“Now, I think it’s bedtime for you, Stanley. But we can’t let you go to bed with your big boy cock distracting you, hmm? You’ll be frotting against the couch cushions all night, just like when we were children. Come on, hump against me, right here,” Ford brings Stanley’s diapered crotch to bump against his own, both able to feel each others hard-ons. Stanley shudders at the feeling, clutching his blankie and teddy closer to hip as his hips begin to move against his big brothers. “That’s a good boy, rub against me harder. There we are, fuck. You feel so good, Little One.” Ford brings his hands down from Stan’s hips to slip his finger tips under the legs of the diaper. He grasps Stan’s ass cheeks and pulls them apart as he makes Stan hump him faster. Stan’s breathing picked up and he sucks at his pacifier faster, he can feel his ass clench as his cheeks are pulled apart. He whines as he feels himself get closer and closer.

“C’mon, you’re almost there Stanley. Be a good boy for me and make cummies in your diaper.” Stan whimpers and moans as he does exactly that. Feeling his balls clench and he cums the hardest he has since his first erection. He pants as Ford moves him to kneels in the floor, pulling his paci out of his mouth and replacing it with his own cock. Stan sucks it just as he did his pacifier, he sucks until he can feel Ford cums in the back of his throat. He pants against his big brothers thigh, feeling worn out and tired.

“Alright, it’s bed time now. I’ll have to lay you on your front to relieve pressure from your burn and to keep your bandage from coming undone. But,” Ford says as he gathers Stan off the floor and lays him on the couch, tucking his teddy his him arms and grabbing his blanket to cover him with, “no rubbing yourself on the cushions. You’re only to do that with me present and my permission, understand?” Stan can barely understand him through his exhaustion, so he just nods sleepily as Ford tucks the Blanket around him and shoves the pacifier in his mouth.

“Good. Now sleep, I’ll be down in the basement. I’m locking the door, it locks from the inside, so nothing can come to get you from outside.” Ford stares at Stanley, an intense look in his tired eyes. “I’m going to make sure nothing bad will ever bother us, not here. Not now that you’re my Baby. Good night, Stanley.” With that, Ford leaves, locking the door before it closes. Stan would wonder what he has talking about, but he was so tired he could barely keep his eyes open. Sound and light fading away and he falls asleep.

OUGHHH WOW

this is a very fun dynamic!! neither of them has forgiven the other, ford still loves his brother Intensely but he’s also Fucking Nuts right now, stan just wants love and comfort…wrow

thank you for this!!

[maddie-dog-story-blog]

Sarah's Playground - 3

PREVIOUS CHAPTER

"I wish this magic amulet was mine!" Lidia yelled out in a surprisingly clear voice.

I desperately pushed Lidia off my lap, hoping to separate her from the source of my power before I was too late. But, I was.

I watched in horror as Lidia pushed her small, diapered frame off the floor and smiled at me in victory. The amulet was now clearly dangling from her neck.

I reach between my breasts, still dripping milk, hoping that what I was seeing was an illusion. However, when I groped for my salvation, all my fingers found with was empty air.

"Oh, no? Did Baby Sarah lose her toy?" Lidia said, her tone deep with malevolent sarcasm. "I wish that Sarah and I both had our original bodies."

"No!" I yelled out as I felt my body begin to shrink. I could feel my tight fitting clothes rolling off my body as my perfect, Mommy Domme frame shrank back to that of the timid woman I was months ago. My chest suddenly felt lighter as my breasts deflated. My vantage point lowered as my body and legs shrank back down to my original height of 5'2".

As I am felt myself shrink, I watched Lidia's body grow. Lidia's breasts swelled back up to a respectable size. Her hips grew, stretching the small onesie she is wearing and the tapes of her messy diaper to the max. She also grew taller and fitter. The snaps at the crotch of her onesie snapped open almost comically as her torso lengthened, making the clothes she was wearing too small.

Looking up at Lidia from my vantage point on the couch, for the first time since the world became my playground, I suddenly felt small and defenseless. I knew, in the pit of my stomach, I was at the whim of the 5'11", beautiful woman who was standing in front of me wearing nothing but a too small onesie and messy diaper. I sunk deeply into the couch, gripping at my pool of clothes to preserve some modesty and hide my small frame.

"Well there's the Baby Sarah that I know and love! What's wrong little girl? Are you afraid of your big, bad babysitter Lidia?" Lidia asks in a mocking tone. "Is that because you used your magic to force me to sign my life away to you?" Lidia continued, slowly stalking forwards to me.

"Is it because you forced me to wear stupid baby clothes?" Lidia growled as she whipped the onesie she was wearing over her head and threw it over my face.

I tossed it to the side to reveal Lidia standing even closer to me, naked except for the necklace with the magic ruby dangling between her breasts and her shitty diaper with it's tapes stretched to their capacity dangling between her legs.

"Or is because your forced me to sit around in a poopy diaper for hours on end?" Lidia asked, getting even closer to me and gesturing to the shit filled diaper barely clinging to her waist.

Looking at Lidia's bare breasts and the ruby pendant dangling in her cleavage, I knew I had to take this opportunity to get my power back. I suddenly lunged at Lidia with all of my might, desperately groping for the magic necklace with my hands. However, in my smaller, weakened state, I couldn't overcome Lidia's newly returned strength.

"Naughty baby! Trying you use my own tricks against me? Not today, sweetheart."

Just like when I was a teenager, Lidia easily manhandled me, grabbing me by the wrist and throwing me to the ground. While laying on the ground helplessly, I looked up only to be greeted by the sight of Lidia's diaper, on the verge of a blowout, slowly lowering onto my face.

"I think Baby Sarah needs a punishment for that. You seemed to like my poopy diapers so much when you were in charge, maybe you'll like a face full of one now!" Lidia said manically as she firmly pressed her poop filled diaper into my face.

As much as I struggled, I couldn't get free. The stench filled my nostrils, and I started to gag.

"Please, stop," I pleaded between dry heaves. Lidia's only response was a remorseless laugh. That was, until she pinched the amulet between her fingers again and made her next wish.

NEXT CHAPTER

[kelcemenow]

Win Or Lose - Chapter 2.

Pairing Travis Kelce x Reader

Words 1666

Warnings Strong language and pregnancy themes.

This was a very detailed Anon request that I received and knew I had to give it a go! (I’ll not paste the whole request here as I usually do, as it was rather long but if you want to read it, it’s here. Be warned, it’s rather full of spoilers!) 

CHAPTER 1

CHAPTER 2

"What, what?" Your eyebrows shot upwards.

Travis stared at the plastic test in his hand, his eyes beginning to moisten due to the lack of blinking.

"Trav, honey...what?"

He paused for what felt like forever, "We're going to have a baby."

You screamed and jumped up onto your feet, throwing your arms around Travis' neck. He immediately picked you up and lifted you around his waist, covering your mouth in kisses.

"We're going to have a baby!" Travis repeated, tears welling up along his lower lash line.

"Oh my God, I can't believe it!" You stuttered.

You looked deeply into his bright eyes, holding his face and stroking his cheeks with your thumbs. Travis held onto you tightly, laughing through his happy tears. You dipped your head and kissed him passionately, your lips moving across each other softly. He cleared his throat and gently placed you back to the floor before kneeling down and placing his hands on your stomach.

"This is the happiest day of my life." He whispered.

You grinned widely, "Even more than the Super Bowl?"

Travis looked at you, still holding your non-existent bump, "Man, that day was awesome. But this is something else." He looked at your stomach, "Hey, little one."

You smiled and laughed under your breath, "You're so cute." You lowered yourself down, crouching in front of him, "Are you ready for our next adventure, baby?"

"With you? Always."

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Travis was always an attentive husband, but once you were pregnant, he barely let you move anywhere or do anything.

"Baby, sit down, I'll take the laundry up."

You sighed, "Travis, I'm not even 3 weeks pregnant yet. It's a few sheets...I'm fine." You gripped the laundry basket, twisting your body away from him so that he couldn't reach.

He lowered his eyebrows, "Okay, but after you do that, you're coming back here to rest." He patted the empty space on the couch next to him.

You rolled your eyebrows and hummed a noise as you walked away. Stepping through into your laundry room, you smiled as you placed the laundry basket on the counter top. Picking up the sheets and placing them into the machine, you imagined the endless laundry loads you'd be doing in 9 months time. Rompers, socks and blankets would soon be filling up every shelf, drawer and surface. Your mind soon drifted to visions of family walks in the park, first birthdays and diaper changes. You pictured the baby's nursery, already half deciding on colour schemes and the furniture layout. You and Travis had already discussed names but you grew excited at the thought of settling on one that you both loved.

Your daydreaming was interrupted by two strong arms slowly wrapping themselves around your waist. You felt Travis' face settle next to yours and his warming and familiar scent surrounded you.

"Yes, Daddy?"

Travis groaned with contentment in your ear, "I like it when you call me that, but I like it for a whole other reason now."

You leaned into his hold, gently running your nails across his forearms and closing your eyes, "Here's a thought...when shall we tell our parents?"

"Maybe we should wait a bit? Let's just stay in our happy bubble for a while longer?"

"Your Mom is going to be so happy."

Travis smiled against your cheek, "I know. Make sure she's sat down when we tell her."

You giggled quietly, "Come on, big guy. Let's go and 'rest'." You used your fingers as air-quotes to mock Travis' earlier request.

He tightened his hold around your waist, laying multiple kisses onto your neck as you both walked back to the lounge, laughing and falling onto the coach in each others arms.

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"Can I be honest?"

You turned to Travis, as you finished pouring yourself a cup of tea, "Sure."

"You honestly look so sexy right now."

You looked down at yourself. You were wearing simple white trousers with a lilac sweater, "Really?"

Travis folded the last napkin and placed it on the table. You'd decided to invite both of your families to the house for a dinner party to announce your pregnancy. You were approaching your 6th week and although you weren't showing yet, it wouldn't be long before you would start to, so you and Travis had a plan in place of who to tell and when. Luckily, it was winter and your incoming baby bump would be slightly easier to hide out in public, but your closest friends would notice.

"Yeah." His voice was low, "You're growing our baby in there, that shit's crazy. You're amazing, you know that?"

You smiled and placed your mug on the counter top, walking over and sitting in Travis' lap, "Well, you'll always look sexy to me, baby."

"Even when I'm old, bald and fat?"

You nodded, "Even more so."

As you placed a gentle kiss on Travis' lips, the sound of the doorbell diverted your attention.

"There're here." Travis said as you stood up and smoothed down your outfit, "You nervous?"

You ran your hands through your hair, "Nervous? No. More...excited."

Travis gave your hand a quick squeeze before he jogged over to the front door and opened it, allowing the sounds of happy cheering and laughter pour into the house. Travis' Mom Donna was the first one to come in, practically ignoring Travis and instead holding her arms out to embrace you.

She squeezed you tightly, "Ohhh honey, you look great!"

You pulled away, stepping back as she gazed over you, "Thank you, Donna. Come in, please. There's some drinks over on the kitchen counter."

Looking back towards the door, you saw Jason and Kylie coming towards you and just behind them, Travis was enjoying a long hug with his Dad, Ed. You grinned at Kylie as she wrapped her arms around you and Jason gave you a fist bump from over her shoulder.

"It's been so long! How have you been?" Kylie's voice was excitable and high-pitched.

"I've been great, but enough about me! How are the kids?"

She grinned, "Oh they're great! Wyatt drew you a picture the other day and I forgot to bring it!"

You waved your hand, "That's okay. I'm sure we'll be up to visit soon."

Travis suddenly shouted out of the door and you turned to see your parents car pulling up in the driveway. Your Dad was the first out of the car and he made a beeline for Travis, shaking his hand, "Great game on Sunday, Travis. Very impressive."

"Thank you, sir." Travis bowed his head a little which made you giggle.

"Princess!" Your Dad turned to you and kissed your cheek, bringing you closer to him for a hug.

"Daddy, it's so good to see you." His moustache tickled your forehead, as it always did and you felt a rush of happiness spread over your chest.

"Travis, be a dear and grab this bag for me." Your Mother's shrill voice almost made you jump as you watched her struggle trying to get out of the car.

Travis rushed to her side, taking her bag out of her hands and offering an arm for her to pull herself out of her seat with. You looked to your husband with apologetic eyes and he responded with a wink.

"Well, if you didn't cram so much in there, you'd be able to carry it." Your Dad said, rolling his eyes.

As your Mom reached you, she took hold of your hands, "The weather here is so unpredictable." She said, narrowing her eyes, "I had to make sure I had everything I might need."

"We're here for a dinner, not a hike." Your Dad laughed with Travis as they made their way into the house.

"Honey, are you okay?" Your Mom's face was full of questions, "You look pale, and your hair is limp."

You quickly glanced to Travis with wide eyes. "Nice to see you too, Mom."

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Travis cleared his throat as soon as everyone finished dinner, tapping his knife against his glass, looking around the table as conversations quickly died down.

Your Mom raised her eyebrows at you in confusion next to you and Jason frowned slightly, unsure of what was to come.

"Okay, so there was a reason we invited you all here today, and it wasn't just for you all to eat my beautiful wife's amazing cooking."

You raised your glass and bowed your head, "Thank you baby. Yes, you're all here because we have some pretty special news. And we wanted to tell our immediate family first, the people who we love so much. So, I hope you'll be pleased to hear that in my glass is just soda...and I'll only be drinking soda for the next 9 months."

There was a combination of gasps, screams and shouts from the table at your news, and your Mom threw her arms around you, peppering your cheek with kisses, "Oh honey, that's amazing news! I knew something was up with you!"

You turned your head to see Donna covering her face and wiping tears away from her eyes, Travis placing his arm around her, his own eyes welling up.

"Finally, someone to pass all of our baby stuff on to!" Jason shouted, causing the room to erupt into laughter.

Kylie stood up, "I think this news deserves a toast." Your combined families held their glasses up in the air as Kylie continued, "We are all so happy for the both of you and we know you're going to be incredible parents. So, congratulations to the most amazing couple, and the next chapter of your lives!"

Your hand instinctively connected with your stomach, an immense feeling of love surrounding you as you looked at the faces of the people in the room. Your finally looked towards Travis, who was stood with Ed and your Dad, receiving a pat on the back. He made eye contract with you and your breath hitched, his mouth moving silently.

"I love you."

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A Man of Mistakes – Gator Tillman

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Everyone makes mistakes in their life. The biggest mistake I made was trusting Gator Tillman. We have been together since high school. At the beginning of this year, I found out I was pregnant. I don't think I've ever seen Gator more excited.

But that's when he started to change.

He didn't change toward me or the baby. He came home later and later. When he did finally come home, he was angry and jittery. I tried talking to him about it, several times. Each time, he'd brush me off and tell me he was fine.

Things escalated.

I was about six months pregnant when Gator came home drunk.

~•~

I jumped when the door was kicked open. I looked over my shoulder to see Gator struggling to take off his shoes.

"Son of a bitch!" He yelled.

"Gator?" I took off my blanket and slowly stood up. I couldn't help but place my hands over my belly.

"Sorry, baby," he whispered loudly. "Did I wake you?"

"Wake me? Gator, it's 5 o'clock."

"Oh," he chuckled. "My bad. Time got away from me."

"Where were you?"

"Hanging with my dad," he slurred.

Oh no.

"And he took you to a bar," I said instead of asking.

"Duh," Gator scoffed. I jumped when he threw his gun belt over onto the table.

"Gator," I hesitated.

"Don't start with me, Y/N," he snapped. He brushed past me, slightly bumping my shoulder. My heart sank when he went to the fridge and grabbed a beer.

"Are you sure you should. . ."

Gator cut me off by throwing the completely full beer at me. Luckily he was drunk so it hit the wall to my right instead of me. I looked at the broken beer bottle before turning my shocked eyes to my boyfriend.

"Get out."

"Y/N. . ."

"Get out!"

~•~

Gator came back the next day completely sober. He apologized and begged me to take him back. I was firm and clear about what he needed to do if he wanted to be a part of our child's life. He swore that he would do everything.

At first, it seemed like he really meant it. He started coming home right at 5:10. He'd bring home dinner and a gift for the baby. He was with me when I went into labor and he stayed by my side until we brought our daughter, Annabelle, home. Everything was going great. I actually started to believe that we could build a life, a family, together.

I woke up from that fantasy real quick.

It only took one shoot-out at the grocery store that Annabelle and I got in the middle of for me to kick him out for good.

~•~

"Y/N? What the hell are you doing here?"

"We needed more diapers," I said slowly, still shaken from the shoot-out.

Gator looked down at Annabelle in my arms. He let out a sigh of relief when he saw her still asleep.

"Damn," he chuckled. "This little babe can sleep through just about anything."

My anger took over when he reached for her. I used my arm that wasn't holding her and pushed him away.

"I'm done," I said through my teeth. "Stay the hell away from me and my daughter."

"Y/N. . ."

"This wasn't a normal police shoot-out," I cut him off. "You and your crew were wearing masks. What were you doing? Robbing the place?!"

"No," he said slowly.

"Then what. . ." I didn't need to finish my question. "You are just like your father," I said under my breath. "And I will not allow my baby girl to be around someone like him."

~•~

Ever since the store shoot-out, I've ignored Gator's many attempts to see me and our daughter. I also haven't slept. I kept having nightmares about that day. I looked over at the clock and sighed when I saw it was almost two in the morning.

I got out of bed and went to the kitchen. I made some tea to hopefully help me sleep. I had barely started my first cup when I heard sirens. I didn't get nervous until the lights started bouncing off my kitchen. I jumped when the front door was forced open.

"Y/N!" Gator yelled as he ran to me. "I'm so happy you're okay. I can explain. . ."

"Gator! There's a baby in this house!" I yelled, pushing him away from me. "You can't come barging in here with the lights going and the sirens blaring as our two-month-old daughter sleeps!"

"I'm sorry," he stuttered. "I was just. . . I can explain."

"I can't wait to hear this," I scoffed as I crossed my arms over my chest. "Please, explain."

"We need to get you and Annabelle out of here." He started to walk toward her nursery, but I pushed him again.

"That's not an explanation," I said through my teeth. "And I am not taking her anywhere until you tell me what's going on."

"Okay," he sighed. "Look, a while ago I arrested a guy connected to a pretty big drug smuggling ring. And now. . ."

"Now what?"

"They threatened you and Annabelle."

"Wait, what?" I asked, taking a step away from him.

"They left me a message that if I don't release their boss, they'll come after my family."

"So, what are you saying?" I asked my voice low.

"I need to put you in protective custody," he said. I opened my mouth to say something, but he cut me off. "I'm sorry, but I have to make sure you're safe. They threatened you, Y/N. They threatened our daughter. I know you and I are working through some things right now, but that doesn't mean I am going to sit back and let them take you from me."

"Gator," I sighed. "Why would you get involved with those kind of guys?"

"My dad. . ."

"Would you stop with that?!" I snapped. "Gator, you are not your father!"

"I want to be!"

"You shouldn't," I said, strangely calm. Gator's face fell as I took a small step closer to him. "You have the ability of being better than your father. He did his job horribly. You know that. You know how many people got hurt, how many criminals he let slide. When I told you I was pregnant, do you remember the promise you made me?"

"I promised to make the town safe for our daughter," he answered, his voice soft.

"So let me ask you something," I said, softening my own voice. "Do you think you've done that?"

Gator opened and closed his mouth. I could see the tears threatening to spill.

"I haven't," he admitted. He quickly added, "I can start though. If you and Annabelle come with me, I can keep you guys safe. And once the threat is gone. . ."

"There will be another one," I sighed. "You can't fix these types of things, Gator. Once you get started down that road, it's nearly impossible to go back. I can't keep my daughter close to trouble."

I started to walk away, but Gator grabbed my hand. "What are you saying?" He stuttered.

"I'm saying that my top priority is keeping my baby safe," I said, my voice breaking, "even if that means taking her away from here."

"Away from me," he said slowly.

"It's not like it's an easy decision," I scoffed. "You have to understand why I would make it, Gator."

"I do," he stuttered. "But that doesn't mean. . ."

"I've been having nightmares."

"You what?" Gator gasped, stepping toward me. "What are your nightmares about, baby?"

"That day," I said, my voice breaking. "At the grocery store. It's one of two dreams. Either I get shot or. . ."

"Or?" Gator gently pushed as he cupped my cheek.

"Or Annabelle."

"Shit," he mumbled. He took another step closer to me and gently grabbed my arms. "I'm so sorry, baby. Do you want to talk about it?"

"No," I said softly. "I just. . . I don't want to have them anymore."

Gator pulled me into his chest and wrapped his arms tightly around me. He leaned down and kissed the top of my head.

"You know," he whispered, "sleeping next to someone who would take a bullet for you helps get rid of nightmares."

"That's kind of hard when the person next to you is mixed up in what's causing your nightmares," I said softly as I pulled out of his embrace.

"What if I wasn't in a job that gave you nightmares?"

"What?" I stuttered. "Gator. . . You can't. . . Are you. . ."

"Sir?"

Gator sighed when we were interrupted. "What?" He snapped at the officer.

"We should really get your family out of here," the guy said slowly. Gator turned toward me with pleading eyes.

"Please," he whispered. "We will have this conversation, I promise, but can we do it at a safe house?"

"I'll go pack a bag for me," I said softly. "Will you pack some things for Annabelle?"

"Of course," he said letting out a sigh of relief.

He leaned in and quickly kissed me before jogging to the nursery. I messed with my hands as I went to my room. My mind was swarming with questions and what-ifs as I packed a bag. When I was done, I put it on the kitchen table and went to check on Gator.

I froze in the doorway when I saw him in the rocking chair, holding our daughter. My heart jumped into my throat as he softly sang her favorite lullaby.

"I see you haven't started packing her bag," I said my voice almost a whisper. Gator looked up at me and smiled.

"She woke up," he smiled. I walked over, leaned down, grabbed his face, and pressed my lips to his. I had tears streaming down my face as our lips moved in sync. I broke the kiss and pressed my forehead against his.

"I've missed you."

"Really?" He asked as I leaned back. "I've missed you too, baby. And our little girl. I promise I will do whatever it takes to protect both of you. Even if that means leaving my job and this town."

"This is everything you've ever worked for, Gator. You'd really walk away?"

"For you and Annabelle?" He whispered. He stood up, still holding our daughter, and pulled me into his side. "I'd do anything to protect my family."

[kinardsevan]

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“What are you doing?” 

Evan is stripping out of the shirt Tommy just gave him not ten minutes earlier, and the minute he has it off, he’s reaching for the hem of Tommy’s. 

“Skin-to-skin,” Evan replies. “She can still benefit from it.” 

Tommy raises an eyebrow at him, even as he settles Ellie’s on his legs and lifts his arms, lets Evan pull his shirt over his head. Once he’s tossed it away, Evan is already peeling her out of the blankets she’s wrapped in. 

“I couldn’t sleep last night so I did a deep dive refresher on it,” he explains, working on the buttons of the sleeper Maddie left her in. “There’s no time limit on when you have to stop, but I did see something about it being good for a full-term baby for three to six months; another website said a year. Pretty much until they don’t want to do it anymore.”  Evan lifts her once he’s gotten her down to just the diaper and hat Maddie left her dressed in and kisses her forehead before he shifts her over onto Tommy’s chest, getting her settled. He wraps the blankets back over her afterward and then moves to the end of the couch, grabbing a throw blanket from their basket, and adding it on top to keep both of them warm. 

“Good?” Evan asks once he’s done. 

Tommy nods, keeping his focus on Ellie. He’s still feeling a massive swirl of emotions about everything, and doing this has only added to those emotions. He knows he loves her; he’s loved her pretty much from the moment he decided he wanted to do this with Evan. But it’s the way she’s found a way to create space inside of his heart, right up next to River. He hasn’t forgotten him by any stretch of the imagination in all of this, but he’d be lying to say he had worried that his feelings might change about River’s life. 

But they haven’t. If anything, he’s somehow developed extra space for Ellie. 

Evan settles on the space next to him, hand stroking over the back of Ellie’s head as she snoozes on Tommy’s chest. 

“You’re really hot like this,” he says softly, and when Tommy shoots a glance in his direction, there’s a smile on his face. “I mean damn, I always wanted to be a dad, but somehow it never occurred to me how sexy you would be.”