#would he laugh at her face over the smell of the diaper?

[sarnai4]

Stuck with another idea. As a heads up, I really don't know when I'll be getting to this, but it's on the list, so it will exist at some point.

So, I found the story where Athena adopted Erichthonios and I think that is just so sweet. Then I began thinking about how Athena has zero experience with babies. I mean, look at them.

This is adorable, but that's not how you cradle the head at all. Therefore, I thought about Athena initially not wanting to tell her family about this. They'll all butt their noses into her business and she doesn't want that. Then Ares just happens to pop up and hears the unmistakable sound of a baby crying. There's no denying it, so Athena tells him about the adoption. To her surprise, he actually begins helping her with the baby. He even teaches her how to carry the child properly because girlie needs help with this CLEARLY. She doesn't expect him to be good at this, but he is. After all, he is a dad. She's just never seen his softer side, but his kids have.

You just have these two war gods who seem terrifying one second and in the next, one is learning how to change a diaper while the other gets formula ready. I pity anyone who tries to bully this kid when he gets older because between his mom and uncle, I don’t think that mortal will even be recognizable.

[roostersbby69]

0.2 | I’ll be here for you

Summary: the one where you and Bradley cross the boundary of being friends.

Warnings: teen pregnancy, Bradley’s mom is still alive currently

Paring: teen Bradley x teen Mitchel!reader

Full masterlist.

Trying to wrap your head around that you were pregnant was harder than you thought. You honestly felt like you had trapped Bradley from pursuing his dreams of being in the navy.

But he assured you that you had done nothing wrong and that you would figure it out together.

The hard part was telling your dad and his mom, but mainly just your dad.

Bradley and you were currently at his house for lunch, his mom was making chicken salad and mixed it in the bowl as you munched on some grapes.

“Hey Brad,” she called over her shoulder to the teen who was sitting in front of you.

“Yes ma’am?” Bradley looked up.

“You mind grabbing some plates?”

Bradley got up and went straight to the cabinet where the plates were kept, “Got it.”

He set them down at the table as she brought the bowl of chicken and some bread.

As soon as the smell hit your nose you gagged, you tried to hide it under your hand as she fixed her sandwich and asked Bradley about his chemistry class as he gave you worried glances.

He watched you swallow as you tried to hold yourself together, you gagged once again when you smelt it again and jolted up from your seat to run to the hallway bathroom.

You crouched down and emptied your stomach when Bradley came running in and grabbed your hair from your face.

“Are you ok?” He asked as he tried to move the hair and get you situated.

“Don’t look at me!” You waved his face away from yours as you gagged once more.

He backed off and grimaced, he held your hair as you finished up and groaned.

“What’s going on?” Carol ran into the bathroom as she heard the commotion.

“Everything’s okay.” Bradley reassured her, Carol looked very concerned as she crouched next to you.

“Do you need some medicine, baby?”

You shook your head, you knew what this was, it wasn’t the chicken salads fault, “No thank you, I’m fine now.” You got up and Bradley jumped in to steady you in case you fell over.

He had his hands on your arms as you walked out of the bathroom and he set you on the couch, “You want some water?”

“Please.” You nodded, the taste in your mouth was horrible, you needed something to wash it down.

He nodded and ran to the kitchen to grab a water bottle and brought it back to you. He opened it and handed it to you and looked to see if his mom was around, “Is it because of the…” he looked to your belly.

“Probably.” You groaned, you still didn’t believe you were pregnant, but the three tests you took after the first one said otherwise.

He took the bottle from you and placed it on the coffee table before tucking your hair behind your ear.

You looked into his eyes and wondered how he still cared for you when you were his best friend who was pregnant with his baby. How he seemed so unfazed and didn’t seem like he was scared, but you knew you definitely were.

“What do we do?” You whispered as tears filled your eyes.

Bradley sighed and shook his head, “I’ll have to sell my liver to afford diapers.” You could see the smirk on his face that tried to crawl its way onto his lips.

You smacked his arm and widened your eyes, “Stop it!”

He laughed and his shoulders shook as he rubbed your leg softly, “I’m kidding,” then his face went back to serious, “I don’t know, we just take it smooth until this baby comes.”

You nodded and wiped the tears from under your eyes, “I’m just, so sorry that I trapped you like this.”

“You didn’t trap me, it’s just an unexpected surprise.” He shrugged and tried to comfort you.

“But we aren’t anything Bradley, we’re childhood best friends who had sex and got pregnant.”

He nodded, “I know, I know. But hey,” he made you look into his eyes, “I’m not going anywhere. I’m not running off, we’ll figure this out. Together.”

You smiled and pulled him in for a hug, he wrapped his arms around you and rubbed your back.

Carol walked in and smiled as she watched you pull away from Bradley, she walked into the kitchen and grabbed a nausea pill and brought it to you.

“Here you go, you’ll feel better after you take this.”

You thanked her and took it as Bradley watched you carefully for any sign that you were going to get sick again.

When he realized you weren’t, he offered to drive you home.

“Please.” You mumbled as he grabbed his keys and stood up. You hugged and thanked Mrs. Carol before apologizing for the mess.

“You didn’t leave a mess, sweetheart, I just want you to feel better.” She rubbed your arm and pulled you in for one of her signature mom hugs.

“Thank you.” You smiled.

“Call me if you need anything!” She called out the door as you buckled up in Bradley’s truck.

He honked as he backed out and turned onto the road.

The ride was silent for a minute until you decided to break it, “Thank you for helping me.”

He glanced at you and turned back to the road, “That’s what I’m here for.” He saw the scared look on your face and smiled to make you smile.

It worked, Bradley’s smile always made you smile.

“The only problem is telling our parents.” He rubbed his face as he turned onto your street.

“Yeah, if my dad even listens.” You muttered.

He gave you an apologetic look, “I think he will this time.”

-

Bradley walked you inside and set your stuff down and hurried behind you as you made a beeline for the bathroom once more.

He sat down beside you and held your hair as you puked your guts out. He rubbed your back when you groaned and found a hair tie on the bathroom floor. He picked it up and, somehow managed to, tie your hair up.

Bradley grabbed a rag and wet it with cold water before putting it on your forehead and rubbing your back.

You spit into the toilet and flushed it as Bradley put the cold rag on your neck, “How are you feeling.”

You looked at him with a raised brow and he apologized, “I feel fine, just nauseous.”

He nodded, “That’ll probably happen for a couple more weeks.”

You nodded and stared at him for a moment, it was now settling in.

You really were pregnant.

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Part 3.

Authors note: I’m so sorry I haven’t been active, it’s my senior year and I’m trying to get school stuff together. I might not post every single day but I’m liking this story and yall seem to like it too.

[violettduchess]

A/N: Better late than never! Not a request, just my imagining what these lovely suitors would be like with an infant that wakes up crying 💜

CW: babies, breastfeeding

Suitors x female reader

WC: 2045

A cry rings out through a peaceful summer night at the palace.

It is small, but powerful.

And very, very insistent. 

Leon

A light sleeper by nature, he gets up, murmuring for you to try and keep sleeping when he notices you stirring too. "I'll see what I can do for the little peanut." He crosses the room to the white bassinet with its pale pink ruffles, a gift from Uncle Yves. Inside his infant daughter is fussing. Tiny fists are clenching and unclenching as her small head turns fitfully left and right.

“Ah, c’mere sweetheart,” he says, voice still rough with sleep as he lifts her gently, laying her against his bare shoulder. One large hand rubs her back as he walks the length of the room, her tiny cheek warm as a spot of sunshine against his shoulder.

“I can take her–” you start to say as you push yourself upright in the bed, but he shakes his head, holding up a finger.

“I think we’ve got this handled, love. Take a look.” He walks over to your side of the bed, his hand still gently stroking the baby’s back. Her tiny head with its halo of black hair rests against him and is still. Not able to see her face, he turns sideways, giving you the sweetest view of your handsome, bare-chested husband holding your daughter close, her small face now relaxed again in sleep. Her father’s warmth was enough to solve whatever problem had woken her and she's drifted back off to the soft, hazy world of baby dreams.

You smile, feeling the way your heart expands, a paradox: never has it been so full of love and yet so very, very light.

Clavis

He wakes up immediately at his son’s first cry and is out of bed before the sound can even penetrate your deep sleep. He knows how often you get up, how often you are the only one who can satisfy your son’s voracious demands for food but Clavis has told himself that the little tyrant's demands that don't require milk, he will take care of himself. You, his dearest of dears, need as much sleep as you can get.

He bends down over the baby’s cradle, brushing back the boy’s angel-soft hair, the same twilight shade as his. “So noisy at such a late hour. My my. This won’t do.” Carefully he scoops up his son, adjusting his pajamas and then his hand freezes. 

“Oh dear. I think I see why you’re so upset, little Lelouch.” The baby continues to whimper, little cries that, although Clavis knows they are harmless, still feel like they are stabbing right into the center of his tender heart. He never wants to hear his child in distress.

Reaching up, he turns the small knob on the lamp above the dresser where you have all of the baby’s changing things neatly laid out. His son squeaks out little sounds of agitation. “I’ve got you, don't worry. Papa's got you, always and--my goodness, how does such a tiny body produce this much liquid?” He talks, his words soft and almost sing-song as he changes his son’s pajamas and diaper with practiced hands. The baby, now removed of his damp clothing, stops whimpering, instead blinking up at his father with wide golden eyes.

“There has got to be a better solution to this than soaking all those linen diapers,” he mutters as he carefully slides chubby legs into fresh little stockings. “I bet I could invent something that might absorb all your perfectly healthy but still oh so stinky messes much better.” The baby kicks his legs and waves his arms, as if cheering in agreement and Clavis laughs softly, lifting his son back into his arms. “You agree with Papa? You think I can do that? Of course you do.” 

He walks back to the cradle, turning his head to place a gentle kiss to the apple of his son’s plump cheek. He could hold him in his arms forever, never tiring of that infant smell, that the feel of his warm little body so trusting and sweet against him. 

He pauses in front of the cradle. “Hmm….I know. Let’s go on a little nocturnal journey down the hall while talking through some chemicals and their rates of absorption. I bet you’ll be a perfectly delightful assistant.”

Jin

Both you and Jin yawn, sleepily rubbing at your eyes as your daughter’s cries fill the bedroom. One glance at the time and he sighs, reaching over to tenderly touch your cheek with the back of his hand. “She’s on time, our little one,” he murmurs in his deep voice even as you are pushing yourself up with one hand and already unbuttoning your nightgown with the other.

He gets up, walking over to the crib where the infant is crying, her shock of brownish hair standing up in every direction. “Mommy’s already getting ready for you, princess,” he says as he reaches down and lifts her. She’s so small in his large hands. He walks back to bed, murmuring soft little shushing noises, and then carefully hands her over to you. You help her find the right position and then sigh when she begins to nurse, her cries immediately quieted. Glancing up, you find Jin sitting on the edge of the bed, watching you both with a curiously thoughtful expression.

“What is it?” 

He watches you a moment, then shakes his head, a sheepish grin on his handsome face. “It’s just….I’ve always liked that particular body part.” You snort, running your fingers over your baby’s fine chestnut hair. “That’s an understatement.” He chuckles, shrugging before continuing his thought. “Yeah well…it’s just…I think….now that I see ‘em being used to feed our little girl….I think….I think I actually like them MORE now.”

You can’t help it. You start giggling, a burst of yellow happiness that colors the gray exhaustion of new parenthood. “God, I love you.” You crook a finger at him and he matches your smile as he climbs back into bed and leans close to you. You place a kiss on his chiseled cheekbone, warm and affectionate. A sigh born of tender happiness is his answer, along with the words, “I love you too.”

Silvio

“Stay in bed. I’ll go.” He’s up, striding across the bedroom to the bassinet before you can even finish rubbing the sleep from your eyes. “Aye, piccolino, sono qui.” He reaches down, running a hand over the restless infant's back. But no soothing words or pets seem to be enough. He lifts the baby carefully, still in that new stage of fatherhood where a baby feels like the most fragile thing in the world.

You watch your two pale-haired men, frowning slightly as the littlest one continues to fuss. "He can't be hungry again, can he?" You have just finished feeding him until he fell into a milk-drunk state of blissful sleep, his body heavy and warm, not thirty minutes ago. He had been sleeping so soundly that hope for more than an hour of sleep at one time had risen in your heart.

Silvio lays the baby against his shoulder. His hands are bare, with only his simple gold wedding band left on his elegant fingers. Every other piece of jewelry has been removed for the sake of his child. Necklaces would get in the way of his son sleeping on his bare chest. Earrings might hinder his ability to press his cheek against his fine, moonlight-spun hair. 

"Ain't no baby in the world that could eat again after all that milk." He inclines his head towards his son. "Listen to you, cucciolo. All that growling." He rubs his small back in soothing circles. And then the most extraordinary thing happens: the tiny prince lets out the most raucous of burps. The kind that sends a quake through his little body.

"Dio mio," his father mutters, blue eyes wide as he looks down at his son. You grin through your sleepiness. "Here I thought only his grumbling was like his father." 

Gilbert

His daughter's cry shatters the night's peace in an instant. Both you and Gilbert wake up immediately, but he's quicker than you, throwing back the covers and crossing the room to the cradle carved from darkest walnut. 

He spots the problem immediately. At some point during the night she had kicked her blanket to the end of her cradle where it lies bunched up and useless. Her socks are nowhere to be seen, a display of her magician-like talent for making them disappear. He reaches down and sure enough, her tiny feet are like ice blocks.

"Always the same thing with you, oder Mäuschen? What have socks ever done to you?” He lifts her from her cradle, tucking her securely into the crook of his arm as he makes his way over to the dresser that has been designated hers. You reach across the bed, turning on the lamp that sits on his nightstand and he glances at you over his shoulder, eyes bright with appreciation. “Thank you, Häschen.” Now he can see better, his fingers trailing over the tiny rolled up socks and tights. When the baby makes a small cooing sound, he stops. “These?” He pulls out a pair of soft black tights embroidered with mini red roses. “Ahh a good choice.”

He hums as he walks over to the changing table, the sound soft and soothing, the gentle rush of a river through the night. As he carefully changes her diaper and then works her plump little legs into the tights, humming gives way to him singing. "Der Mond ist aufgegangen…"

She is curious, all thoughts of crying gone, watchful crimson eyes blinking as she keeps her gaze on the source of the calming sound. “Fertig,” he says, leaning down to press a kiss to the soles of her now covered feet. "All done." Then he lifts her, carrying her not to her cradle but back to the bed. He slides in, leaning back against the support of the many bed pillows, settling in. Her eyes are already closing as she snuggles in close against his chest.

You watch them both with a smile as tender as the moon’s joy in the stars.

Chevalier

The man who took an army to wake up is on his feet in an instant. He is silent as he crosses the room, leaning down to check on his crying daughter, her pale head of blond hair gleaming silver in the moonlight. He carefully lifts her from the bassinet, marveling in the back of his mind at how very small she is.

He glances back to the bed where you are still deeply asleep. “Your mother is exhausted from all your demands.” He wouldn’t usually condone speaking to a baby as they are incapable of understanding but he’s found that she calms down when she hears his voice. Even now her whimpering stops, her tiny cheek resting on the soft linen of his shirt. She’s gone very still, as if truly listening to his words. “You’ve eaten twenty minutes ago. We can eliminate hunger. Your bottom is….” He pats it gently, checking. “...perfectly dry. The room is neither too hot nor too cold.” He wraps his hands around her feet. She’s still wearing her white socks trimmed with yellow lace. “Your feet are adequately covered.” He tips his head back to look down at her. Her perfect, tiny fingers are curled into his shirt and her body feels heavy, drowsy with sleep. 

She attempts to turn her head, burying her face in his shoulder and he reaches up, helping her, running his strong fingers over her downy hair when she has found a position that is comfortable. Chevalier walks over to the white wooden rocking chair you have positioned by the window and lowers himself into it.

“You simply wanted to be held, didn’t you?” A heavy, stuttering sigh leaves her small body, almost as if in answer to her father’s line of questioning. He cups her head with his hand, tilting his face down to place a soft kiss on her hair. “I’ll comply, little one.” He settles into the chair and begins rocking gently back and forth, father and daughter, bathed in loving, silvery moonlight.

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[tinybeetiny]

TWO PRINCES: J.W&C.S

Prince!WooyoungXPrincess!readerXPrince!San love triangle

Part 2 is in progress! Idk I'm really thinking of making this a mini-series but I'll have to see

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"Stand up straight (y/n)! A princess never slouches" your mother says as you get ready to enter the ballroom. Today was your 18th birthday and all you wanted to do was lay in your bed instead you're in a dress you can barely breathe in and you're about to be in a room full of people you can barely stand, but this was for your parents, for your people. "Yes mother" you say straightening your posture to something more presentable.

Your mother nodded to the guard for him to begin the announcement "NOW PRESENTING QUEEN (M/N)" your mother gracefully descended the stairs as your father greeted at the bottom. You watch as he took her arm and led her across the room "NOW PRESENTING PRINCESS (Y/N)" you looked around at all bodies as you began to descend as well. You recognized a couple but some were new. When you reached the bottom you made eye contact with your mother, her eyes telling you not to find a corner to hide in and to actually interact with others.

Your mother was hoping this was the night you would find a husband. Most of the princess had already found their suitor by the age of 16 but boys never really peaked your interest. You sighed as you began to walk around bowing to elders as you passed. You seemed to gravitate to the food table not being able to resist all the delicious smells coming from it. You were so engrossed in deciding what to choose that you didn't notice the presence next to you.

"Have you danced with anyone yet" the voice startling you. With a hand placed over your heart trying to find your breath again you looked up to see your best friend Wooyoung with an amused look on his face "you shouldn't sneak up on someone, it's not very princely" you said rolling your eyes back to the food "I've been standing here for 5 minutes" he said trying to suppress his laughter "but I guess you wouldn't have noticed considering you're drooling right now" he said while pointing to your chin. You swat his hand away laughing

"Ahh prince Wooyoung, it's very nice of you to join us for (y/n) birthday" your fathers voice booms over the crowds as he makes his was to the two of you. Wooyoung bows respectfully as your father approaches "it's very nice to see you in good health your highness, I wouldn't have missed this for the world" he smiled respectfully "(y/n) why don't you and Wooyoung go and dance" your father says hopeful that you'll actually listen for once but you don't even have the chance to answer before Wooyoung grabs your hand and drags you to the dance floor "I think that's a brilliant idea your highness, don't worry I'll wear her out for you" Wooyoung winks at your father and you can't help slap his shoulder

You and Wooyoung have been best friends since diapers. You've always seen him as a brotherly figure but the past couple years he's really grown as a man and of course you noticed when he was suddenly taller than you and had muscles. The thought of even being remotely close like this made your world crumble and your mind went blank. Why would you ever think of Wooyoung like this? He was loud, annoying, overbearing, sensitive, so easy to talk to, loving.... Okay... yeah you have a MAJOR crush on him, but you obviously couldn't tell him. You're not sure if he even feels the same way or if he even wants to get married. He doesn't really NEED to, he's already next in line but with your brother taking the throne your parents are really pushing you to marry a prince. You were completely fine with being a Duchess and you did not see yourself being queen at all.

Feeling Wooyoung's hand on your waist pulled you back to the present as he stared at you expectantly. You realized you were just standing, staring at him like a deer in headlights with your hands by your side. It's not like it's the first time you guys have danced but this if the first time it's felt different for you. You hesitantly placed one hand on shoulder and the other in his. His hands felt warm and welcoming. As you began to move to the music your anxiety grew. You stared down at your feet afraid that if you looked up and made eye contact you were stumble

"Have you found a suitor yet?" He asked already knowing the answer but he just wanted to see if he had any competition "I feel like you already know the answer to that" you said rolling your eyes at him as he spun your around "well who knows maybe you'll find him tonight" Wooyoung sighed as he wiggled his eyebrows "I'm hoping people leave me alone" you really didn't care much for the whole smiling at people you barely knew and thanking them for coming to a party that was mainly for your parents.

The song finally came to an end and you pulled away from Wooyoung "hey I'll be right back okay" he said before walking away "Princess (y/n) I hope you're having a fantastic birthday" you heard voice that you hope you'd never have to hear again. Duke Park Jin-young was the epitome of insufferable, of course he would be here. You take a breath before your turn with a bright smile on your face "good evening your grace. I'm very glad you could make it" you say with a slight bow. He hums before looking around "so have you found a husband yet? You're not getting any younger" he sneers with a smug smile. You can feel your eye twitch "how's your wife?" You asked knowing she up and left him which really isn't heard of and not very queenly of you to bring up but to see the smile wipe from his face was very... satisfying

He huffs and walks away as you look around to see where Wooyoung went. You see the back of his big head and make a beeline to the only person you felt comfortable with. When you made it to him you were about to tap him on the shoulder when you look up and a soft pair of eyes staring at you in surprise. You felt the world stop and the air deflated from your lungs. In front of you was Prince San. Someone you haven't seen in over 5 years due to his parents sending him to train in something you couldn't even remember.

Something was different, this wasn't the same San you knew years ago. No this San grew, in more ways than one. He seemed to mature into the manly man in front of you now and the way he looked at you made you head feel very fuzzy.

Oh shit

[its-mekjt]

watching exu prime, and oh my god, I'm trying not to cackle or else I'll wake up my siblings.

● orym and opal, dorian and dariax. every dms worst nightmare.

● ash hole

● opal shouting into thin air

● new hairdos (orym gets frosted tips)

● DARIAX PRETENDING TO BE HIS EX

● nancy.

● "but as my friend said, we have other offers to field and other people to see. very important people that we've been discussing going to see for quite a while do maybe we SHOULD GO SEE THEM." dorian was STRESSING.

● 'orym shoots dorian a look that a spouse gives to a spouse'. this is where the dorym shippers were born.

● i love when people (opal) are correct but phrases it weirdly

● "for you i could take off another 150 gold" // "okay, 900 gold got it is."

● butt stab

● orym really is the only one with a braincell. mainly by process of elimination.

● 'that's all good though. 3.'

● glitter diaper

● dorian fucking with dariax saying that he's from a long of trapeze artists and jugglers is still one of the funniest things ever

● 'what's your last goddamn name opal.'

● THE CONTEST

● dariax cosplaying as dorian

● "if you were a GEM what would you be and why?" // "i'd be a peach jam."

● dorian and dariax using the cloak and wearing each others clothes as an outfit is one of my favourite bits

● ashley johnson's laugh is addictive. i love it so much.

● opal kissing dariax cause he messed with her opponent.

● "what's your favourite flower?" // "probably oleander because it has multiple purposes. they're beautiful, they smell great and you can also kill someone if you need to."

● orym being DRAGGED on stage

● "WILL THE HALFLING LOVE, OR WILL THE HALFLING DIE?" (he did die, just a few months later)

● BEST NATURAL 20 EVER

● "DARIAX- oh the jam boy."

● people hitting on dariax gives me LIFE

● "in fairness you seem to be a little confused much of the time."

● whiskey and milk

● 10 GOLD WORTH OF PIES.

● "what's a unifying quality?" // "well, we're all pretty attractive."

● "you're not where you fell asleep." // "oh! that's... a problem."

● "i heard the voice of the spider queen giving me power but you know, nothing to worry about."

● fyra rai is contemplating EVERYTHING

● combat ended because they flipped it over

● 'i rolled a natural 1.' launches dice

● night time lullabye of hot cross buns

● dorian is mothering everyone

● titty racks

● "what is a tal'dorei."

● ALCHOHOL applause

● dariax has a good ass

● mister has performance anxiety

● "don't touch me, stranger! ew!"

● ashley's impression of dariax doing a double take at real-opal while disguised as opal

● "what head, Nancy?" HORROR MOVIE SHIT.

● orym's face as he carries the head. HILARIOUS.

[xhoneywheatx]

Mornings

Warnings: None; dad!Gojo x black fem!reader; size difference mentioned; brief mentions of intimacy  Category: Fluff Summary: How I'd imagine mornings with Satoru and your daughter. 

"Da! Da!" 

Little pats to his shoulder paired with the sweet voice of his 10-month-old daughter roused him from a deep slumber cuddled up behind you. He groaned before becoming slightly startled by the little pats of her tiny hand against his face again before she said, "Da! Up, up!" Satoru opened his cerulean eyes immediately after being met with the same ones he had blessed his little girl with. A sleepy smile edged onto his face as he threw his arms around the little girl who somehow managed to come out of her nightshirt, sporting only a diaper and cute pink socks. 

"'M up, sweetheart." He mumbled, trying his hardest to kick the sleep out of his system. Her giggles filled the quietness of your bedroom, prompting you to wake up as well. You subconsciously began feeling around for her since she fell asleep in your arms, but when you couldn't find her, you opened your eyes and heard Satoru speaking. 

"Look baby, mama is up now." 

You turned over in the bed after rubbing your eyes a bit. "Mama!" She began bouncing up and down on Satoru's chest with a pumpkin smile since she only had two teeth. You giggled at her excitement and sat up to give her a kiss on the forehead. "Where's my kiss?" Your husband pouted. You hadn't even gotten a good look at him yet, so when you looked at his cute face and tousled hair from a good night's rest, a faint blush settled on your face before leaning down to give him a quick kiss. Immediately after you parted from your husband's soft pink lips, your little girl decided to get in on "mama and daddy time" and put herself in between you two with a giggle. 

You giggled as well before stretching your arms out and above your head before turning to kick your legs over the bed and into your cute bunny slippers Satoru got as a matching family set. "Let's get you changed sweetheart." You heard Satoru say to your daughter as you rummaged through her diaper drawer. It was a part of your morning routine. Either you or Satoru got up to get the diapers and wipes while the other changed the baby once they were received. So, while Satoru changed her, you took the liberty of getting a head start on your morning routine. 

You just finished washing your face when he walked in with your daughter on his hip before settling her in between the space of your 'his and her' sink in the bathroom. "How'd you sleep Sweets?" He asked, sliding behind you to remove your black satin bonnet to help you fix your mess of thick curly hair. You pulled your daughter closer to you and turned her around so her little back was facing you as you began fixing her hair for the day. "I slept good baby. How'd you sleep?" You asked, slightly flinching as he began detangling your hair with his absurdly larger fingers. You were exactly a foot shorter than him, so it made sense, but still. He didn't have to be so big... 

"I was having the best dream about getting lost in a field of cakes and mochi when this," he paused to poke at your daughter's tummy, making her laugh and squirm around. "little caramel drop beat me up out of my sleep." You snorted, readjusting your daughter so you could rub the kid friendly Mielle hair products into her dark grey head of curls. She was only 10 months but had just as much hair as you. Good thing she didn't really mind you doing it, or your mornings would be so much harder. 

Satoru took the spray bottle of water and sprayed your hair until it was damp before grabbing your detangling brush to redo everything he just did with his hands so he could put in some leave in conditioner. He didn't mind this part of your mornings. If anything, he enjoyed this part the most. Being able to indulge in such intimate moments with you was the best part of his day. He also loved the way your hair care products smelled. They just smelled so sweet. Just like you. Chocolate is one of his favorites after all. 

"She's a daddy's girl. Even though I did all the work getting her into this world." You teased separating Nami's hair in half so you could put two loose cornrow braids in to avoid unnecessary tension on her scalp. "Be still baby." You spoke. Satoru took the moment of your distraction to lean down, press his chest against your back, and brush his lips against your ear sending shivers down your spine. "You are too." Your body was encased in a sudden heat flash as you let out a shaky breath. You looked back at him to see a faint blush settled on his cheeks from his own desires threatening to take over. 

"You wonder how she got here." You muttered feeling your heart beat faster as you tried to refocus on finishing the first braid of your daughter's hair. She was too occupied with the fake plant to care about what you two were doing behind her, occasionally babbling to herself. He laughed lowly, deciding to save his sultry comments for another time when you two get some alone time during Nami's nap time in a few hours. He instead decided to quit messing with you and brushed through the last section of your hair before putting your leave in conditioner in as you finished up Nami's second braid. He grabbed your favorite scrunchie and put your hair up in a loose ponytail at the base of your neck kissing your cheek as he slid over to his sink to quickly fix his hair. 

The conversation after was more PG as you two brushed your teeth together with the company of Nami sticking her toes under the warm water of the faucet, giggling as Satoru playfully scolded her. "It's not bath time yet sweetheart." He put his hands on his naked hips making a face at her, getting her to giggle. Her little baby laughs were too cute for you to not laugh right along with her as you dried her foot off before cleaning up the little mess you guys made. 

"C'mon you two!" You shouted behind you as you left the bathroom to the kitchen to make breakfast. "Mommy's making her sweet pancakes!" It was then you heard the pat! pat! pat! of Satoru's bunny slippers hitting the hardwood floor as he jogged down the hall with Nami on his shoulders, her laughter filling the air. "Don't drop my baby." You raised a brow at him seeing her now clad in the night shirt she wore to bed. "Drop my caramel gum drop?! How could you think I'd do something so heinous," he said your name like you stole something. "They don't call me the strongest for no reason." 

You rolled your eyes while gathering everything you needed to make your sweet pancakes with. "Whatever 'Toru. I said what I said." You poked out your bottom lip slightly, a habit of yours when you got serious. "C'mon sweetheart, let's get you down before mommy kills me." Satoru said behind you removing Nami from his shoulders. He then sat her down in her highchair and opened the freezer to give her a strawberry fruit feeder pacifier for her to suck on while you made breakfast. Nami made grabby hands at the treat and immediately latched onto it as soon as she got her little hands on it, kicking her feet randomly as she enjoyed the sweet taste of the fresh frozen fruit. 

"Can you make a fruit smoothie baby?" You asked while pouring the first pancake in the pan. "Sure thing Sweets" Satoru kissed the top of your head before going to fridge to observe what kinds of fruits you had. "Strawberry banana, pineapple, or raspberry?" He asked, leaning back to look at you past the door of the fridge. "Raspberry." 

You finished making breakfast 10 minutes later. It wasn't much this morning, so it didn't take you very long. You ended up making two pancakes for yourself and four for Satoru. He loves your sweet pancakes. You always made them extra soft and fluffy. The reason they're sweet is the vanilla extract you use as well as a bit of cinnamon and some icing on top with fresh strawberries, bananas, and raspberries. You opted for no icing with it being too sweet, but you made sure to put a thin layer between every single pancake for Satoru. His sweet tooth was ridiculous. For Nami, you made one baby sized pancake with a single strawberry cut in half and two banana slices. Since she's not used to a big quantity of artificial sugars, you opted for just a bit of maple syrup for her instead of the icing. It wasn't nearly enough to make her tummy hurt after, but enough for her to taste it. 

With breakfast finished, Satoru washed the dishes for you while you cleaned up Nami and sat her down in the living room for her hour or two of play time and watching cartoons before she napped. Satoru joined you after a few minutes and sat down on the couch beside you. "Let me lay on you." He asked gently pushing you over so you could lay down. You grinned at his childish behavior and shook your head before scooting back against the arm of the sectional, putting a pillow behind your back before opening your legs to make space for him. He giggled like a child before putting his head on your chest and settling his body between your plush thighs. 

"Big ass baby." You teased seeing his feet dangle off the end of the couch. He was just so long for no reason. You felt like a backpack whenever you spooned him, but he loved it. "Your big ass baby." He mumbled, closing his eyes once you started raking your fingers through his hair.  You two then started talking about everything and nothing at all as Nami crawled around the carpet and supported herself on the TV stand bouncing up and down at the nursery rhymes the talking animals sang. 

It was times like this that made Gojo forget about the things going on in the world outside his home. He just felt so domesticated, and he was enjoying it. Although Satoru was the strongest and most feared Jujutsu Sorcerer in the game, those titles weren't around in this household. To you, he was a big baby who had a bigger sweet tooth than a kid in a candy store. He was a great husband, taking care of you and making sure you had everything you needed including his love and affection. He was a great father who tended to his daughter's every need. Making sure she was alright before he did the same for himself. He wasn't the Satoru Gojo of the Six Eyes and Infinity. No. He was just "'Toru" and "Da", and he wouldn't have it any other way. 

A/N: I fucked up and watched JJK. Now I'm a traumatized Gojo girl >.< We all need fluff after what Gege bitch ass did to us.

[thedelicatearcher]

do you have any headcannons for dad!haymitch???

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dad!haymitch abernathy headcanons

• being a dad was incredibly hard for haymitch at first. he had spent his entire life afraid of forming real connections, terrified that the capitol would kill them off as they had done before. the first time he held his baby in his arms, he couldn’t stop the tears from flowing, suppressing his sobs as his newborn daughter wrapped her tiny hand around the tip of his finger.

• haymitch spent many nights in the nursery, staring protectively at the baby while she slept. his anxiety constantly warned him that if he looked away, even for a second, something terrible would happen to her. you often woke up to find haymitch asleep in the rocking chair you use to help the baby fall asleep, in such an awkward position that you knew he would be grumbling all day about a sore neck.

• the warm sensation in his chest at the sight of his baby looking at him with adoring eyes was unforgettable. that is the mental image he tries to focus on whenever he has a nightmare and tries to ground himself back to reality. closing his eyes tightly, inhaling and exhaling consciously, he tries to stop himself from hyperventilating. finally feeling calm, though still weary, he quietly enters the nursery and, with great gentleness, caresses his daughter’s cheek with his finger, careful not to wake her.

• haymitch absolutely despised changing the baby’s diaper. ever since his daughter peed on his face, he had been reluctant to do it again. he used his persuasion skills to negotiate his way out of diaper duty. ‘look, sweetheart,’ he started to bargain, trying to hide the desperation in his eyes, ‘if i never have to change the baby again, i promise the house will be spotless. no more of my dirty clothes lying around, and no more toys on the floor.’ when you lovingly laughed at his face, his businessman facade immediately dropped, realizing he had to overcome his distaste.

• eventually, he did it again. haymitch mastered the art of temporarily blocking his sense of smell. he focused on his daughter’s infectious laughter and the pleasant scent of baby powder, rather than the lingering odor of diapers that haunted his nightmares.

• with no experience in carpentry whatsoever and never having built anything in his life, haymitch so innocently decided to make some toys. ‘it shouldn’t be that hard,’ he thought, envisioning a wooden rocking horse in his mind. his calloused hands were clumsy, and he ended up with cuts from the small knife he attempted to was a mini, weird-looking horse that resembled more of a whale. he huffed dramatically before standing up and heading to the market, where a perfectly crafted  wooden horse seemed to call his name to be bought.

• HE IS A GIRL DAD!!! he has three girls, and he learned how to braid hair so he could brush and delicately braid theirs. most of the time, however, he found himself being the one getting his hair braided rather than doing the braiding. his daughters absolutely adore playing with his locks. one day, one of them suggested they start a braid train, and he spent the entire hour trying not to let out any sounds of discomfort as his 7-year-old daughter pulled on his hair, clumsily trying to make a ponytail.

• he frequently invites katniss and peeta over. his girls adore baking sweet treats with peeta and enjoy playing with the small wooden bow and arrow toys gifted by katniss. she mentions that when they are old enough, she can teach them how to hunt. his heart almost leaps out of his chest at the thought of his children venturing into the woods, vulnerable to the dangerous flora and fauna. 

• his little family is what he holds dearest to his heart. they are what keeps him going after a tumultuous life. some days, he questions whether he deserves them, asking the gods the reason for blessing him with a beautiful family. yet, the grounded part of his mind silences those thoughts, reminding him to do his best to be a fully present father, and ensuring his kids don’t miss out on anything.

[fetishfairytales2]

Happy Birthday Sissy! (Story)

Heather and Brandon are original characters created by [no longer active] in their fantastic series “Besties”, which this blog expands on. ——————————————

"Oh my God today is going the BEST day ever!” I squealed as Connor and I snuck into the dark nursery. My poor, long suffering Brandi was all cute and cozy in her tiny crib-cage. “Just look at those footie pajamas!” I giggled. They were pink of course, with ruffles. They even have “Sissy Princess” across the front! “They’re too perfect for her!” Connor just shook his head; “looks more like a girl every day…” 

I nodded excitedly as we leaned over the sleeping sissy. “I know right? And can we talk about her hair? It’s gotten so long! I totally braided it last night. We had a fun little girls night! I did her nails and her hair while I made her watch another of those videos you and I made,” I nudged Connor with a playful wink. 

"Leave her alone, though,” I teased, “she's our precious little baby girl after all. Just look at her all trapped in her little cage. So adorbs!" I slowly opened the cage and gently called out to Brandi, but she was out cold. Ugh, typical. "Okay, Daddy," I pouted, giving Connor a pleading look. "Looks like you get to wake up our sissy princess."

Brandi was so cute, twitching in her sleep. She was probably dreaming of being a real man again.. “Mmm, such a strong Daddy!” I purred playfully, loving how Connor, all big and strong, just reached in and grabbed Brandi under her arms. He pulled her up to her sissy feet in the crib like a child. "Good morning, sissy-poo!" I taunted, knowing it would make Brandi cringe.

I loved how humiliated she always was, it was so much fun watching her squirm. But of course, Brandi had to try and ruin my princess fun, grumbling behind her pacifier gag, trying to resist as Connor picked her up like a doll. “No, no, no Little Ms. Priss,” I quickly shut her down. “It's a special day and you better behave or else you’ll end up over Daddy's knee!” I warned, wagging my finger in her face.

"Ew, he smells," Connor grunted, tightening his grip on his former bully. "She smells," I corrected him with a sassy wink. "And she smells because she refused to give Daddy a special 'good night kiss' last night So I didn’t change her!” I giggled. “Aww,” I cooed, “look at her, still struggling. Are you going to be a good girl now and earn your diapee change, Brandi, or do you want to spend another day in your messy Pampers?” I loved how after all this time, the poor sissy still thought she had a choice, an opinion, or any shred of dignity left. “Is diaper rash really worse than sucking Connor's dick for the millionth time?” I asked sweetly, booping her on the nose.

I quietly spun my finger in a circle while smiling at Brandi, gesturing for Connor to turn the helpless sissy around. "Bend over, girlie," I commanded in my mommy voice, pushing Brandi's head down. "Do you know what day it is, little one?" I asked, unzipping the back of her PJs and pulling them down to her ankles. She struggled as Connor pressed his hand against the small of her back, her head shaking in confusion. "Daddy?" I asked with a wink at Connor. "Can you help our sweet girl remember what happened a whole year ago today?"

"Wow, can you believe it's been a whole year?" Connor teased as he slowly removed Brandi's plastic panties. My bull, with his hand wrapped tightly around Brandi's braided ponytail, forced her head back to meet his gaze. "Since. I. Started. Fucking. Your. Girlfriend." With each word, he punctuated it with a firm spank on Brandi's diapered bottom. Poor Brandi was squirming and struggling even harder now, tears were even welling in her eyes! "Wow, Daddy spanks hard doesn’t he? Thank goodness I double diapered you!" I laughed, "otherwise, poor Brandi would be making a huge mess all over her crib!"

Connor couldn't get enough of spanking his pathetic little sissy cuckold, aiming right for her exposed thighs. That means it's been a year now since I made you my bitch! And all those years you thought you were better me? Now look at you! You fucking sissy!" Poor Brandi was crying and begging behind her gag with each smack, sobbing now. "Mmmmph! Mmmmph!" 

Connor was getting rougher and rougher, reveling in her humiliation. "I can't understand you, loser!" He laughed, yanking her up by her hair again. I didn't want to tire her out before the real fun even started! "But to celebrate,” I intervened, rubbing Connor's strong back, calming him down, “Daddy and I have planned your Sissy First Birthday! We've even invited all our friends, some of your coworkers, and a few special guests! Oh, and of course, we decorated the backyard for your special party!"

“Let’s get her ready!” I laughed, tugging Brandi toward me by her hair. “I’ll change your diapee now and you can give Daddy that special kiss you owe him later when all your friends arrive!” I turned to Connor; “Babe, could you hold her down for me? She’s probably going to be a squirmy little sissy when she sees her special outfit…”

[secretswiftymarvelfan]

Court Of Public Opinion - Andy Barber x Reader (Part 4)

A/N: This is the sequel series to Memory Served and will contain major spoilers for that series so go read that one first if you haven’t already!

Summary: As news breaks about who your abductor was, things get more complicated

Word Count: 6.1k

Warnings: Angst! Language! Gas Lighting!

Dividers by me!

Series Masterlist / Masterlist

Chapter 4

Staring up at the trees you watched as the small amount of light dabbled through the leaves, many of which were beginning to take on an orange hue. The last time you’d been in this part the path was covered in blossom, the sweet smell of spring wafting through the air. Now dead leaves littered the floor, the air was turning chilly. 

You had missed the entirety of summer. You didn’t see all the kids out on summer break running around and playing. You didn’t see the many, many barbeques that filled the park during the 4th of July weekend. You experienced a summer, but not the summer you knew. 

“I’m so glad my nausea is gone but dog shit is gross at the worst of times” Carrie grumbled as she stepped back towards you. 

You shook your head slightly to rid yourself of the fog that clouded your mind “Oh sorry I should have offered” You apologise. 

Carrie gives you a small kind smile “It’s okay, I could tell you needed space for a moment” 

You let out a long guilty sigh as you look down at your feet, kicking some of the leaves “I’m sorry” you apologise. 

“Nope, we aren’t doing any of that apologising bullshit,” Carrie says looping her arm through yours as you began to walk “I get it, what happened doesn’t just go away and if you need to talk about whatever you were just thinking about then we got you” she continues nodding down to Nova who wagged her tail. 

“I was just-” you start before taking a deep breath “It's weird, to me this place has gone from spring to autumn, there’s a whole four months missing, but I remember summer I was just another person… I dunno I don’t think I’m explaining it well” you sigh shaking your head. 

“No I get it, I understand how disorientating it must be, coming back and so much has changed in an instant, it’s like you time-travelled or got stuck in a quantum realm or something” Carrie reassures you. 

You couldn’t help but let out a small snort “Quantum realm?” you questioned to which she let out a long and dramatic sigh.

“Harrison won’t let me watch Rom-coms or anything like that because I’m getting too emotional and it’s not fair on him to constantly console me, which I get, I’m a fucking mess at the moment because of these hormones, I cried at a diaper advert yesterday” she explains.

You bite your lips to stop yourself from laughing “A diaper advert?”

“It had a cute baby which made me excited for our cute baby and then sad because it’s still ages until we meet our cute baby” Carries explains making you chuckle “Anyway, so in the meantime we’ve settled on sci-fi movies, they’re not that bad to be honest” 

You could no longer hold back your laughter and a real smile appeared on your face “Well you’ll have to give me and Andy some recommendations” You smiled. 

“I’ll have a list ready for your next date night” Carrie winks. 

Your smile falters for a moment as your mind goes back to your date nights with Andy. Things had been getting better and it felt more normal but still just felt incredibly delicate. You felt like you were just waiting for the moment that he would break and the illusion would shatter. It was why you were trying so hard to be normal, stop letting the shadow of Ransom loom over you. Because in those normal moments, Andy still loved you, you weren’t tainted if he could forget what happened for just a moment then the chances of him leaving you were smaller.

You clear your throat as you pick a straw fibre from your jacket sleeve “Thank you, so what are you planning to do for Halloween?” you ask desperate to change the topic.

Carrie’s eyes instantly lit up because Halloween was her favourite time of the year, she and Harrison always killed it with their costumes. You and Andy tried to compete one year but it was pointless, Carrie and Harrison were the king and queen of Halloween. She then goes on to explain in great detail that the party is called ‘things that go bump in the night’ and that her costume is Kane from Alien. 

As she talked you tried to focus on everything she was saying but you began to feel your ears burn and gazes on your back. You glanced over your shoulder a couple of times to see a pair of joggers behind you whispering, they both quickly jog past the two of you though. You shake your head slightly, they were probably just keeping their own conversation low as they passed you so they weren’t rude, not because they were talking about you. 

You returned your attention back to Carrie and her elaborate plans to decorate her house for the party. However, you began to notice more people sparing glances your way as they passed by. It made the hairs on the back of your neck stand up from all the attention. 

You knew it was inevitable though, this was a small town so people talked, you were still the big news story. You were just glad it seemed to be getting better though, people were calling by the house less. You preferred curious glances over continual questions and having to relive it all over and over again, putting on a brave face when all you wanted to do was tell them to fuck off and mind their own business. 

“Oh and we got Nova the coolest spider costume too, you know from that viral video” Carrie continued.

You were about to respond when two teenage girls just appeared out of nowhere in front of you “Oh my god it’s you! You have to tell us everything about him!” One of them said, starstruck looks in their eyes.

You and Carrie exchanged a confused glance, even Nova tilted her head “I’m sorry who?” You ask.

“Harlan Thrombey!” The other girl exclaims, one of Harlan’s books now obvious in her hand.

“Oh… I um-“ you stutter taken aback “he was nice, I only met him a few times” 

The girls in front of you continue to fangirl, bombarding you with questions that left both you and Carrie in a state of shock.

“Did he tell you about his new book?”

“What about that Netflix series?” 

“Is it true he has a massive collection of knives?”

“Who does he think the watcher is?”

“And ohmygod his Grandson Ransom is so hot! What was he like? I bet he’s so dreamy!”

That last question snapped both you and Carrie out of your shocked states. It felt like a bucket of ice-cold water had been dumped on you, while you could practically feel the heat of Carrie’s anger.

“Excuse me? You do know he abducted her and held her against her will?” Carrie seethes.

“How- how did you even know?” You mutter feeling your stomach turning.

“They announced it on the news this morning,” one of the girls said with a look that said ‘obviously’.

Had you known that? You weren’t sure. The detectives must have let Andy know that they were going to finally name Ransom today. Had he told you last night or this morning and you had just blocked it out? Or had he purposely not told you because he hated that you were tied to Ransom?

“Honestly I don’t blame you, I couldn’t think of a man better than Ransom, he has the looks, the money, the family” the other girl continues and the hearts in her eyes made you want to vomit.

Carrie absolutely exploded after hearing that, she already had the protective mama bear instinct and being pregnant just made it so much stronger. You knew she was completely ripping into the two girls and letting them know exactly how wrong they were but you couldn’t hear her over the ringing in your ears.

You blinked a couple of times when you felt someone tugging your elbow. Your vision refocused and you could see the girls were long gone and Carrie was leading you out of the park and back home. As you walked the ringing in your ears slowly began to subside and be replaced with Carrie muttering about how twisted those girls must be to see Ransom as a hero.

“You okay?” Carrie then asked fully snapping you back into the moment.

You blinked a couple of times and realised you were back home, standing outside your front door. Carrie must have been waiting for you to unlock it when she noticed you weren’t completely there.

“Yeah,” you managed to say fishing your keys from your pocket and unlocking the door.

“Don’t listen to those girls okay, they’re clearly just crime fanatics who refuse to see their hero as the person they really are” Carrie tells you as she follows you into the house, letting Nova off her lead.

You just nod as you walk into the kitchen. As you pass the island you spot a note from Andy saying he’s gone out for groceries and to donate the last of the pasta dishes to the homeless shelter. You breathed out a sigh of relief that he wasn’t in, you didn’t want him to hear about what had just happened. What happened wasn’t normal, you needed normal.

“Do you want me to call Andy?” Carrie then asks gently.

You shake your head “No it's okay” you tell her “I’m fine, he’ll just worry and come straight home when he doesn’t need to” 

“Okay, are you sure you’re okay? It's okay if you’re not” Carrie reminds you.

You force a brave smile “Yeah it just threw me that's all like you said they’re immature girls with an unhealthy obsession with a celebrity” you tell her “I just have to remember I have the evidence on my side”

Carrie gives you a proud smile “Exactly, no amount of fangirls will be able to protect him” she says as she wraps her arm around you.

“Thank you though for getting me out, standing in my corner and getting me home,” you tell her with a grateful smile.

“It's nothing just give me and Nova a shout whenever you need it, I should probably get her home now but if you need us to stay we can stay” Carrie offers as she scratches Nova behind the ear.

“No I’m good, you get on home so Nova can have her post-walk treat” You smile down at Nova who was wagging her tail excitedly.

“Oh yes can’t forget about that” Carrie grinned as she put Nova back on the leash.

You follow Carrie back to the front door, as you did so you thought back to those girls in the park. If Andy had been there it would have gone down so much worse, hearing about how people fawned over Ransom, remind him of how you’d been with him, slept with him. You didn’t want those reminders.

“Don’t tell Andy about today” you suddenly say as Carrie opens the door.

Carrie freezes and looks back over at you, her eyes studying you for a moment “I won’t but… I think you should” she says gently

“I will I promise, I just want it to come from me” you lied, you would avoid telling him for as long as possible.

“Good,” Carrie says watching you for another moment before smiling “Just ring me when you need me” 

“I will thank you” You smile giving her a small wave before closing the door and heading back to the kitchen.

You moved to make yourself a warm drink to warm yourself back up but then spotted a pile of mail beside the note Andy had left. One of the jobs that had kept you busy was going through all the mail that you missed while you were gone. Andy had already sorted the bills you had but there was still lots left over so dealing with mail as it came helped.

Flipping through the pile you saw a lot of it was for Andy anyway but at the end was a letter for you. When you saw the handwriting you instantly felt sick, your legs feeling weak as you just about managed to sit down. It was Ransom’s handwriting. 

Your first instinct was to call Andy but just as you reached for your phone you froze. You had no idea what was in this letter, it could be a confession, a threat, or it could detail everything you did with Ransom. You knew that Ransom liked to play mind games, he would want to get under Andy’s skin.

No, you needed to find out what was in here first, then you would decide if you would show Andy or not. With shaking hands, you ripped open the envelope and unfolded the letter.

Kitten,

I don’t understand what happened. I thought you were happier. Happier with me. I’ve been lied to all my life by my parents, I know how to spot a lie. So I know it wasn’t a lie when you told me you loved me. I’m sorry though I should have told you the truth, but when they told me that you lost your memory I saw my chance. You promised you were going to leave him anyway so I thought that it would be easier for you if I didn’t remind you of him. I see now that it was wrong and I’m sorry, we can fix this and get through this together. I can’t wait to have you back in my arms, my house, my bed, where you belong. I love you kitten and I won’t stop fighting for us.

Love Ransom x

The letter fell out of your hands as you stumbled back struggling to take a breath. Your hand cupped your mouth as you gagged, your legs feeling weak. You couldn’t believe the lies Ransom was trying to sell, how he was trying to convince you that he was telling the truth. You would never leave Andy, not for anyone or any reason. 

You couldn’t show this to Andy, you couldn’t have Ransom’s lies poisoning him. You could already feel the doubts and the hesitancy, you couldn’t make it worse by showing him a letter that would remind him of all the horrible things you did. 

You had to act fast, you had no clue when he’d be home, you had to destroy this letter. Your hands were still shaking as you picked the letter back up and rushed over to the fireplace. Grabbing some kindling you got the fire going, using a match to set the letter alight and throw it into the fire. 

A heavy feeling settled in your gut as you watched the letter burn. It was guilt, guilt that you were even in this position to begin with, the guilt of all the things you did with Ransom, guilt that you were hiding this from Andy. You thought for a second that maybe you should have shown it to him, the police could have done something, but it was too late the letter was just ash now. 

The sound of the front door opening had you quickly standing up, Andy poked his head into the living room his brows furrowed slightly “Why’s the fire going?” he asked. 

“Oh um it was quite cold after the walk with Carrie so I thought I’d make it nice and cosy” you lied brushing dust off of your hands. 

A smile tugs at Andy’s lips “Sounds nice, let me put this away and I’ll make us some hot drinks too” he offers. 

“Sounds great,” you say with a sigh of relief that he didn’t question it further, he gives you another smile before going to step away. 

All of sudden you considered telling him the truth even calling out to stop him, but when he looked back at you his brows now furrowed slightly in concern you couldn't do it. So instead you walked the short distance towards him, gently cupping his cheek and reaching up to kiss him. 

“I love you Andy” you whisper. 

Andy tilts his head slightly but still smiles “I love you too honey” he says softly. 

Andy let out a long sigh as he set another pasta dish on the draining board to dry only to look over and see so many more left to wash. He’d finally managed to get on top of all the food the neighbours had been dropping around, he took most of the excess to the homeless shelter, some were still in the freezer and the rest had been eaten. He swore if he ever saw another pasta dish for the rest of his life it would be too soon.

He decided to leave it there for now, the draining board was full anyway, grabbing a cloth he began to dry his hands. As he did so his eyes landed on his laptop, he’d been trying not to do much work on the case since all it did was make him feel angry and inadequate. Every time you’d seen him work on it too he could see the look of sadness in your eyes. 

But you were out today, over at Carrie’s for the afternoon so it would be the perfect opportunity to do it. Maybe he could continue looking into businesses that were near the site of your crash, ask if any of their employees had seen a damaged car drive past. 

He was just making his way around the kitchen island to his laptop when his phone started ringing. He paused throwing the towel on the counter before grabbing his phone and pulling it out to see it was Frank calling him. 

Andy didn’t even get a chance to say hello before Frank was ranting down the phone at him “Whoa, whoa, Frank slow down I can’t hear you, what are you saying?” Andy says plugging his other ear trying to hear Frank better.

He heard Frank take a deep breath before starting again “I just picked Mary up from her university class and she’s in an absolute state over Y/N” Frank explains. 

Andy’s brows furrow in concern “What? Why?” he asks.

“Some kids in class were talking about Y/N and she got all upset over it, Mary still hasn’t told me exactly what they said but she said it was mean and they said Y/N must be lying” Frank explains.

“Shit is Mary okay now?” Andy curses running his hand down his face. 

“She’s calmed down a bit now but she was in floods of tears when I picked her up, I hadn’t told her much about the case because she’s only 8 but I had to explain it all to help her understand it, now she’s upset and wants to talk to Y/N” Frank explains with a heavy sigh. 

“Sure, Y/N’s out with Carrie at the moment but tell Mary that she’ll call as soon as she gets home” Andy promises, worrying about how you’d feel having to talk about all this with Mary. 

“Thanks, I just can’t believe the nerve of those girls how did they even come to that conclusion…shit” Frank mutters “Have you watched Fox News today?”

“No we don’t watch that bullshit, do you?” Andy huffs shaking his head.

“No but I just turned the TV on and you might want to turn it on, I think I’ve found out why those girls said what they did” Frank says. 

Andy frowns walking into the living room and turning on the TV, he quickly changes the channel to Fox News a curse falling from his lips when he sees what Frank meant. Fox News was doing a report on your case but it wasn’t complimentary towards you. The anchors were discussing the case and how they just couldn’t believe Ransom would do what he did.  It only got worse when they cut to an interview with Ransom’s parents.

“So what did you make of the allegations?” the broadcaster asked.

Linda shook her head “Unbelievable, my son would never do anything like that” she said playing the part of a shocked parent well.

“Ransom may have made some mistakes when he was younger but he’s not a criminal, he loved Y/N” Richard continues rubbing Linda’s back soothingly.

“So you don’t believe Ransom held Y/N captive against her will?” The broadcaster asks. 

“No, she was never held against her will” Linda states with a definitive shake of her head “That’s all lies she’s told” 

“When we first met her we were suspicious of her, the romance was such a whirlwind with her pushing Ransom to get married, but we said nothing because he was so in love with her” Richard adds “Now our poor son is in jail for a crime he didn’t commit” 

“What the fuck is all bullshit! They can’t be saying this can they?” Frank exclaims. 

“It's not a police interview or court testimony so yeah they can” Andy grumbles barely containing his anger. 

“So what is Ransom’s side of the story?” The broadcaster asks leaning forward. 

“He’s still not entirely sure what happened, he said they got into a fight and he threatened to call off the wedding and that’s when Y/N stormed out of the house and went to the police and made up this whole story about him abducting her, claiming he used her amnesia against her” Linda exclaims, dabbing her dry eye with a tissue “I knew she only wanted him for his money, we’ve told him this and he still loves her”

“Amnesia?” the broadcaster presses. 

“Yes 4 months ago Y/N was in a terrible accident and lost her memory, she was already planning to leave her partner Andy Barber so Ransom thought it would be easier on her to just pretend she already had” Richard explains with a long sigh “he explained it all in this letter” he adds leaning forward to pass the broadcaster the letter. 

“I can’t believe this, god this family is fucked up” Frank mutters but Andy wasn’t paying him much attention. 

All Andy could focus on were the letters now being shown by Fox News. All of them, while addressed to his parents, were love letters to you. It made Andy sick. He knew he shouldn't but he ended up pausing the screen on one of them to read the letter. He read the way Ransom lamented to his parents, how heartbroken he was. He was trying to win the court of public opinion and relying on his grandfather’s fanbase to do so, it must have already gone viral if Mary had heard about it. 

The sound of the front door opening had Andy looking over his shoulder “I have to go” Andy muttered to Frank who was still ranting on when Andy hung up. 

You had a small smile on your face when you walked in but as soon as your eyes landed on the TV it quickly faded “What is this?” you whispered, your voice breaking. 

“Ransom’s parents went on Fox News to tell his side of the story, it’s ridiculous they must have some connection with the owner or something, they even gave them letters from Ransom” Andy explains with an irritated huff shaking his head, beginning to pace back and forth beginning to rant.

“How- how did they know about them?” you whispered. 

It took Andy a moment to fully process what you said, and when he did he froze and slowly turned back around to face you “What do you mean how do they know about them?” he asks. 

Your eyes widened and you took a small step back “I-I-I- um- I-” you stuttered suddenly getting really flustered.

Andy’s brows furrowed in confusion as he watched you stutter and panic, it was like when he caught a defendant out on the stand. He thought for a moment replaying what you said in the context of the letters, glancing up at the TV he could see that the letter he had paused on didn’t show who it was addressed to. 

“Wait” Andy says holding out his hand “Have you been sent letters from Ransom?” 

You start fiddling with your fingers, looking down at the floor. It was an answer already but Andy was still praying you hadn’t. 

“Yes” you weakly whisper, not looking up from the floor. 

“Why didn’t you tell me!” Andy exclaims in disbelief. 

“I’m sorry I-I thought about it, I wanted to but I just couldn’t” you apologise. 

Andy lets out an irritated huff, he was furious that Ransom had found a way to send letters to you. Prisoners were not allowed any communication with the victims, he must have found a loophole and gotten his parents to forward it on to you. 

“Where are they? What did you do with them?” Andy demands, he needed to shut this down now by taking the letters to the police. 

“I-I burnt the first-” you started before Andy interrupted.

“You burnt them!” he practically shouted in disbelief “Why would you do that? It’s evidence! They’re going to use this against you and say you have something to hide!” 

“Andy I’m sorry i-i-” you stutter shaking your head. 

“He’s already doing everything he can to try and get out of this! We can’t be giving him more ammunition!” Andy roars, his anger and fear getting the better of him. 

“Please stop shouting- I’m sorry- I’m so so sorry” you sobbed completely breaking down. 

Andy’s shoulders dropped as he watched you sob “shit” he muttered to himself walking over “I’m sorry honey I shouldn’t have shouted, I’m angry at him not you” he apologised wrapping his arms around you, breathing out a sigh of relief when you didn’t push him away. 

“I regretted it straight away, I didn’t burn them all just the first, the rest I just hid” you admit looking up at him, tears still streaming down your face.

Andy let out a sigh of relief, they still had something to go to the police with “Okay, why didn’t you tell me about them?” he asked carefully. 

You took a long, deep, shaky breath before answering “I- I didn’t want you to see them” you whispered. 

Andy let out a long sigh “Okay, well we can take those ones to the police because this is witness intimidation and they can put a stop to it, take away his privileges, it’s all going to be okay I promise”

“They can?” you ask, doubt clear in your voice. 

“Yes it’s all going to be okay I promise” Andy swears kissing the top of your head.

“Okay I’ll- I’ll go get them,” you say wiping away the last of your tears and stepping out of Andy’s embrace. 

You felt sick as you made your way upstairs to the bedroom where you had hidden the letters. You had received one every day since the first one, and each time a new one arrived you considered telling Andy but they kept getting more and more graphic and detailed and you just couldn’t bring yourself to. 

You knew it was a mistake now, if Andy was right the police could have put a stop to this already. You just didn’t want him to read all the horrible things you had done. Read how dirty and tainted you were. 

Walking back down the stairs you handed Andy the 6 letters you had received from Ransom, brushing your hands down your arms once he had taken them. He quickly flicked through them and you watched anxiously as his eyes darted over the pages. Thankfully he didn’t read them for long so you hoped he hadn’t read the worst of them. 

He gave you a tight smile as he reached out to take your hand “We’re going to fix this I promise” he says kissing the top of your head quickly “c’mon let’s go” 

You follow after him, nervously picking at your coat that you still wore as Andy pulled his on. You gave him a small smile when he gave you a reassuring one and took your hand. As you stepped outside you spotted a couple of news vans parked outside, Andy must have done too because he picked up the pace towards the car. 

He opened the car door for you but as he did so you noticed something had been spraypainted on your garage door. You quickly tap him on the arm and point it out, his back straightening as he turns and spots the words ‘cheating whore’ written in red spray paint. 

“Fuckers” he growled “I’ll deal with that later I promise,” he says gently pushing you to get in the car, shutting the car door a little harder than he probably meant to.

As Andy made his way around to the driver's seat, you kept your head down brushing your hands down your jeans and picking at your nails. You kept your head down the entire drive to the police station, not only to avoid the press outside your home but to avoid the stares of passersbyers. It felt like everyone you passed was judging you, no longer trusting your side of the story. Glancing up at Andy you began to worry if he was doubting it too. 

Pulling up outside of the police station you could see there was press here too and you suddenly felt sick, your body beginning to shake as you stared up at the building. 

“Hey,” Andy says softly reaching out to take your hand “It’s going to be okay, I promise” 

You nod your head “Won’t this look bad? Us going to the police?” you ask quietly.

“No, it would look worse if the police came to us, by doing this it’s showing we have nothing to hide and we don���t” Andy explains gently squeezing your hand.

You force a small smile before moving to climb out of the car. Andy followed after you, gently taking your hand as you walked into the police station to hand over the letters. You were surprised to find Inspector Blanc putting on his jacket about to leave.

“Ah I was just about to come find you” he smiles when he spots you. 

“You saw Fox News?” Andy asks. 

“Yes, it’s a dangerous game they’re playing” Blanc sighs “I was coming to ask if you had received any letters, the others doubted it but if they can get themselves on the news, they can pass on a letter” he shrugs glancing over his shoulder. 

“Well it was a good hunch” Andy says passing the letters over to him “There were 7 in total”

“Seven?” Blanc says his brow arching “Why didn’t you tell us sooner?” he asks glancing over at you. 

You shrugged your shoulders “I dunno, i-i- panicked- didn’t realise it was something you could stop” you admit “I only told Andy after he saw the news”

Blanc nods as he flips through the letters, reading each one, you nervously gulp as he does so, trying to read the expression on his face “Well given the contents it's understandable” he says “There’s only six here, you said there was seven” he then points out. 

“I burnt the first one it- it was a mistake I know but- but those are the more…graphic ones… each one got more intense” you swallow looking down at the floor unable to bring yourself to see the look on Andy’s face. 

“We’re guessing he sent them to his parents and they forwarded them on, which is witness intimidation” Andy suggests his hand squeezing yours slightly. 

“Damn right it is” Blanc grumbles “C’mon let's talk about this more upstairs,” he says gesturing for you to follow him deeper into the building. 

“Thank you” Andy sighs placing his hand on the small of your back to guide you. 

You wrap your arms around you tightly as Blanc leads the both of you through the precinct towards the other detectives who instantly stand to attention when they notice you. 

“It’s a good thing we didn’t settle on a wager” Blanc states as he slaps the letters into Detective Elliot’s hand.

Elliot quickly flips through them his eyes widening before he passes them over to Wagner to read, you shift uncomfortably as they do so worried that maybe Ransom was planting seeds of doubt in their minds. 

“Were you really not going to check if she received any letters?” Andy demands hands clenched into fists by his side. 

“We’re sorry it won’t happen again” Elliot promises holding his hands up to placate Andy, he then turns his attention to Wagner “Get in contact with the prison and shut this down, take away all privileges if you have to” he orders. 

Wagner nods passing the letters back to Elliot before stepping away to make the call “We’ll be submitting these to evidence, see if we can lift any fingerprints” Blanc reassures you “We can promise he won’t be able to contact you any more”

You breathe out a shaky sigh of relief “Thank you” you manage to say. 

“It's the least we can do, have you guys experienced any other negative attention following the news?” Elliot asks grabbing a notepad. 

“Yes our garage door was graffitied” Andy sighs glancing down at you, you immediately advert your gaze and look down at the floor. 

“Okay we can station an officer outside to prevent any more vandalism, is there anything else?” Elliot asks. 

“No” Andy states as you say “I-”

Andy’s brows furrow as he turns to look down at you “Honey? What is it?” he asks placing a calming hand on your shoulder. 

“I-” you start again before screwing your eyes shut and shaking your head “It’s nothing” you mutter.

“Honey if it’s worrying you it can’t be nothing” he says softly turning you to face him, hands running up and down your arms soothingly. 

“The same day the first letter arrived these girls ran over to me and Carrie at the park, it was all a bit of a blur but they were fans of Harlan and Ransom and said they didn’t blame me for being with him” You admit quietly, looking down at the floor.

Andy’s hands tense for a split second around your arms before relaxing and returning to their soothing rhythm “Why didn’t you tell me?” Andy says his tone soft. 

“I didn’t want you to worry” you whisper finally looking back up at him and seeing the pained look on his face “I’m sorry” you apologise as tears collect in your eyes. 

“It's okay, it's okay” Andy sighs wrapping his arms around you, pulling you into his embrace and rubbing your back soothingly. 

You let out a shuddering breath as you buried your face into his chest and deeply breathed in his cologne which always seemed to calm you. Closing your eyes you could almost pretend none of this was happening, that you weren’t in a police station handing over letters that detailed everything you were guilty of. 

“We promise we’ll try and get on top of the press, we can release a statement and do a press conference to dispel the rumours” Elliot promises “The preliminary hearing is in two weeks so hopefully we can collect the final bits of evidence we need to ensure he goes down for this”

“In the meantime, it might be good to get away” Blanc suggests “Stay with a family or-or a friend and have some peace and quiet before the ruckus of the trail starts” he says gesturing with his hand. 

“Won’t that look like we’re running away?” you ask glancing up at Andy.

He lets out a long sigh considering it before shaking his head “No because we have nothing to run from, they can try and paint you as the villain all they like but we know you’re innocent and the evidence shows it too” he states “we can go visit Frank and Mary” he suggests.

A smile involuntarily creeps onto your lips at the thought of heading down south to see Frank and Mary “Yeah.. That sounds nice” you nod. 

Andy gives you a soft smile before leaning down to press a kiss to the top of your head “Great, I’ll give Frank a call” 

You give him another smile hoping that maybe this getaway would be what fixed everything between you. Time away from the press, nothing to remind Andy of everything you’d done.

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One sided love, or is the other side just blinded?…

——— Part 1 ——— Part 2 ——— Part 3 ———

Pairing: Best friend!Eddie Munson x Fem!Best Friend!Reader

Summary: Eddie Munson is the readers best friend, but Eddie is finding himself catching feelings for his girl best friend, and can’t help himself but feel jealous when he sees his crush falling for Steve “the hair” Harrington

Warnings: Mentions of drug use

Eddie Munson, your best friend ever sense you left the diapers and onto the toilets, y’all two were practically glued together, never leaving each others side, one of y’all could kill someone and the other would just help hide the body.

It was now rolling onto y’all’s third year as a seniors together, year 84, the year Eddie said would be his, well and yours.

The thing is, you were meant to be graduated already, but u couldn’t watch your best friend be left behind.

So you purposely flunked all your classes. You truly were meant to be top of the class with an amazing high school diploma in your hands with a smile on your face ready to start adult life in 81.

But here you are, 21 and still a senior, sitting on your doorstep with your backpack, waiting for Eddie’s arrival in his new van Wayne helped him get.

Your eyes were focused on the cracks on the pavement of your driveway when the gleam of the shining van covered it. You shot your head up and smiled as Eddie rolled down his window while banging his head to Master of Puppets, smirking at you.

“Hop in my passenger princess, don’t want your seat to get cold!” You laughed, Eddie always teased u with that name. You ran to the side of the van, opening the door and shoving yourself into the passenger seat, Eddie turning down the radio.

“Huh, doesn’t smell like a drug deal in here” you said sarcastically. “Couldn’t do that to the pretty princess, got it to smell like her beautiful, huge castle.” He said as he pointed at the little tree hanging from the review mirror labeled “Morning Fresh”. You rolled your eyes but chuckled.

“My house isn’t that big” 

“Seriously? Not big, it’s two stories, you know how many people I would kill to live there!” Eddie said with raised eyebrows and a gaping smile. You elbowed him making him chuckle.

“Alright, Alright, I’m sorry for speaking the truth your highness.” Before you could argue, he turned his music almost full volume and left your driveway, bobbing his head and singing the words in a weird demonic tone. You couldn’t help but laugh, making Eddie’s heart melt.

He loved your laugh

It always lit up something inside him, don’t even get him started when u smile with those pearly whites of yours, always made him want to kiss your sweet lips more than he already did.

If it isn’t already obvious enough, Eddie Munson was head over heels in love with you, he couldn’t help it at all.

The trip to school finally made its arrival into Eddies usual parking spot not to far from the entrance from the school, turning his keys to turn off the car and sighing as the music disappeared from his ears.

“Don’t worry my love, we will continue later” Eddie said dramatically as he took the disk out of the song player and kissed it.

“You should join the theater club with how dramatic you can be” Eddie smirked and raised an eyebrow. “Oh yeah, I know I would make an amazing Juliet.” Eddie cleared his throat.

“Oh my Romeo, I’ll never love someone as much as I love you” Eddie said in the most girliest voice he could concur.

You laughed loudly as u left the vehicle. “Oh my god, I would pay an extra 40 bucks to get front row if u ever played Juliet” Eddie bowed down. “Thank you, thank you, your praise is appreciated”

The smile was practically stolen from his face as he saw your attention leave him and to the car pulling at the entrance of the school.

Oh great, it was him.

A/N: Sorry part 1 isn’t long! It’s like 3 AM where I’m at and I want to publish this tonight, so part 2 is way longer than this, I hope y’all have a great morning/afternoon/night, part 2 is out now!

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matty with the paddington onesie… happy sunday to ME! if you ever want to write more of that … 👉🏼😗👈🏼

Well, Anon, happy Sunday to you once again ❤️ Here's part 1

CAN YOU TELL I KNOW LIKE ONE THING ABOUT TAKING CARE OF A BABY???

(Oh my god why am I doing this to myself. This is not helping the baby fever 😭)

Onesie Pt 2

You round the corner and come to an abrupt halt as the words to Itsy Bitsy Spider echo around the house. 

Before even peeking in, you know what you’re going to walk in on. Still, you can’t help but tip-toe softly into the nursery and watch as Matty twirls a tiny little sleepy baby in his arms. From the look on her face, you can tell that she’s just woken up. Her tiny fists are bunched around his t-shirt and she gurgles and drools all over his shoulder. 

He finishes the song, slows his movements and hoists her in front of him.

‘Should we get changed for mummy?’ he asks her and when she babbles as babies often do he gives her a smile and says ‘Excellent!’

You have to press a fist to your mouth to stifle your laughter. As much as you want to hold her and cuddle her, you also want to watch this scene play out. So you stay partially hidden behind the doorframe. 

‘Hmm, let’s see,’ he muses. ‘Should we go for white or yellow today?’

He holds up two onesies in front of her and with absolute delight, you notice that the white one is the Paddington one you fell in love with. 

You realised your error as soon as she was born, she was still too tiny for the white onesie but now at four months old, it looks like she would fit into it perfectly. You can’t help but squeal internally when she makes grabby hands toward it. 

A similar look of delight crosses over his face as he sets the yellow one back. 

‘Aww, my clever little girl,’ he coos. 

You watch as he expertly gets her out of her soiled diaper. This time he doesn’t even wrinkle his nose at the smell of it. He simply starts humming another song and laughs when she kicks her feet up in the air. 

‘Alright, okay. I need you to not pee on daddy this time okay?’ 

This one almost makes you lose it. It’s the way he says it so nervously, yet pleading at the same time. You remember the incident perfectly and you remember almost falling on your bed in hysterics when Matty walked in with a soaked t-shirt and a look of pure agony on his face. 

‘Who’s my good girl, who’s my good girl,’ he keeps repeating while he puts her back into a fresh diaper and you wonder if it’s like an offering for her in exchange for not covering him in bodily fluids. Still, the smile on his face never leaves. 

Once everything is secured in place, she babbles some more. 

‘Who’s my pretty baby?’ he asks again and this time softly tickles her exposed belly. 

You are certain you’re about to melt into a puddle and you can’t help the tears that well up when lets out a small laugh. 

A laugh!

It’s barely even audible and it’s only just the start of one but both of you freeze in place. 

‘Did you just…’ he laughs breathlessly and immediately starts calling for you. 

Of course, it doesn’t take him long to spot you and you watch as his entire face splits into a grin. 

‘Did you hear that?’ he asks giddily, almost bouncing on his heels. ‘She laughed!’

You make your way to him, laugh along with him and smile tearfully. 

‘Oh my lovely girl,’ you caress her soft cheek. ‘Can you laugh again for me?’

Almost as if she’s responding to your touch, she lets out her small, quiet laugh again. She has no teeth yet and her entire face scrunches up from the effort of it but then she looks at you with her little twinkly eyes and you can’t help the little watery chuckle that escapes you. 

Matty lets you play with her as he picks up the Paddington onesie again. When he comes back with it, you step aside and lean against the wardrobe. 

Watching the love of your life become a father is something you could bask in for the rest of your life. For now, you’re just content to look at how adorable she looks in it. 

‘Should we give mummy a twirl?’ he asks once he’s done and gently picks her up in his arms again. 

You remember her fluttering and moving around in your belly just over six months ago and you remember how you fell in love with the onesie at first sight. But none of that compares to the sight of her in it and watching Matty swaying her side to side while he hums You Are My Sunshine. 

You walk up to them and let her hold your hair in her fist. Then you wrap your arms around them both. 

‘We made such a pretty baby.’

‘The prettiest baby,’ he coos. 

[diapercucklife]

A Diaper Lover Ruined

Mommy Sarah's eyes gleamed with sadistic pleasure as she snapped the last picture of her Diaper Boy, his face a mask of utter despair, the soiled diaper clearly visible through the transparent plastic. The room was a prison of pink and white, baby mobiles hanging over the crib that had become his cage. The digital camera in her hand clicked away, capturing each moment of his degradation for the world to see. He was sprawled out, his wrists bound to the crib bars with thick, babyish pink tape, legs kicking feebly in the air as he struggled to free himself. The smell of his mess filled the air, a potent reminder of his failure to control his most basic bodily functions. The crinkling of the wet plastic was the only sound in the otherwise silent room, save for his muffled sobs and the occasional whimper that escaped the pacifier lodged in his mouth.

"Look at you," she cooed, her voice thick with condescension. "So pathetic, so needy. You're nothing but a diaper cuck, aren't you?" He nodded, tears streaming down his cheeks, unable to form words through his sobs. The humiliation was too much. It didn't matter that he was a grown man, with a career and responsibilities outside these walls. In here, in the sanctum of their twisted game, he was her baby, her pet, her Diaper Boy. Mommy Sarah leaned over, her generous cleavage spilling from her low-cut blouse as she whispered sweet nothings in his ear. "You love it, don't you? Being my little dirty secret?" Another nod, more vigorous this time, a silent admission of his masochistic desires.

"Good," she purred, stroking his hair. "Because now the whole world is going to see what a mess you've made."

Her thumbs danced over the phone screen, posting the pictures to an online forum where like-minded individuals reveled in the misery of those like him. The thought of strangers ogling his predicament sent a fresh wave of embarrassment crashing through him, making him squirm in his soiled confines.

The phone buzzed with the sound of notifications.

Comments and reactions to his humiliation. He knew what they said without reading them: "What a disgusting diaper cuck," "Look at the baby's sad little face," "Mommy's got a messy little boy," and, perhaps the most damning of all, "He deserves it." Mommy Sarah picked up her device, her eyes scanning the screen. "Oh, they're going to love this," she giggled, reading aloud the cruel words of those who were now part of his torment. Each one stung like a whip lash, a stark reminder of his powerlessness. He wanted to beg for mercy, to apologize for his perversions, to promise that he would be a good boy. But the pacifier filled his mouth, turning his pleas into garbled, incoherent sounds that only served to amuse her further. With a click, she posted a video, his mortification now captured in living color. His blush deepened as he heard the sound of his own cries of protest echoing in the room. The camera panned down, focusing on the dark stain spreading through the diaper, the clear evidence of his failure to be an adult.

The doorbell rang, shattering the quiet. She leaned in, her breath hot against his cheek. "Now, now, baby boy. Remember your place."

He trembled, understanding what she meant. She had friends coming over, and they knew of his secret. They were eager to see him in his degradation, to join in the humiliation. The door opened and closed, followed by the sound of footsteps and feminine laughter. Mommy Sarah stepped aside, revealing the group of women who had entered. They were all dressed in variations of the same theme: short skirts, tight tops, and a smugness that spoke of their shared power over him. They circled the crib, pointing and laughing, their eyes greedy as they took in the sight of Diaper Boy's exposed humiliation.

One leaned in, her long, red nails tracing the line of his jaw.

"Hello, little cuck," she purred. "You're going to be the star of the show tonight." He whimpered, his eyes wide with terror. The women began to take turns, each one poking and prodding, whispering lewd suggestions to Mommy Sarah. His cheeks burned as they discussed his fate in front of him, as if he weren't even there.

The night stretched out before him, a marathon of degradation and exposure that would leave no part of his soul untouched. They had plans for him, oh, they had plans. And as they all took their phones out, ready to capture his every humiliation, he knew that his darkest secret would never be his alone again.

He was Diaper Boy, the pathetic diaper cuck, and he was about to learn the true cost of his desires.

[crissiebaby]

Bab Rats: Chapter 3

DISCLAIMER: This POV story contains diaper usage, humiliation, masturbation/diaper sex, gender transformation, breastfeeding, and other ABDL themes. I hope you enjoy!

Commissioned By: Strawberry

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*SCRATCH! SCRATCH!*

As the hours ticked away inside the nursery and their first day of testing drew to a close, an uncomfortable itch began to arise on Sam’s diaper region. No doubt it was the fault of the failed smell-proof powder. Squirting a liberal amount of baby lotion into his hand, he shivered as the cooling cream was quickly soaked up by his irritated skin. His only solace was that the stink from the powder had finally worn off, though that was barely a consolation prize.

If only Sam’s itchy butt was his only present ailment, his first day of “work” may not have been so bad. Sadly, the baby powder was only the beginning. Beyond a prickly pelvic region, he had to contend with teeth that were ringing from gel-covered soother he’d been forced to gnaw on and with a distressingly warm, full-body onesie that was allegedly supposed to be temperature-controlled. Clearly, CrissBaby would be heading back to the drawing board for this product as evident by the beads of sweat covering his face.

At least Sam had company in his misery as Hanna wasn’t fairing much better than her male counterpart. Sitting on the edge of her crib with her head in her hands, she was struggling through a hypnosis-induced headache that put the term “crown of thorns” to shame. She never would’ve believed it possible to overdose on hypno files, and yet here she was, reeling as a result of one of her favorite kinks. It was all she could do to sip at the bottle of clear, strawberry-tasting liquid she’d been given to wash away her tongue’s bright orange discoloration after sucking on an experimental, flavored binky for half the day.

Looking over his shoulder at Hanna, Sam considered asking if Hanna wanted to do anything with him to pass the time. He’d been playing with a set of toy cars on a cartoonish cityscape rug. It wasn’t the most riveting of activities but it was something. However, based on Hanna’s agonized expression, he decided to leave well enough alone for now and go back to playing by himself. He toddled back to the set of cars he had scattered across the play mat and sat down with a heavy *FLOOF!* emitting from his diaper. The puffy noise and tiny poof of baby powder that emerged from his leg holes caused him to giggle softly.

“Whatcha chuckling about?” said Hanna, catching Sam’s faint laughter from across the room. Wanting to break past her migraine and enjoy herself a little now that they were no longer on the clock, she scooted her butt off the crib mattress and crawled over to Sam on her hands and feet. She was a baby, after all; a thought that brought a smile to her face.

Unfortunately, Hanna’s innocuous question came at an inopportune time considering the embarrassing subject Sam was laughing about. He shrunk away from his nursery mate and focused on the cars in his hands, responding defensively, “J-Just something I remembered from the other day.”

Shrugging her shoulders, Hanna had no reason to believe Sam was fibbing to save face. Instead, her attention turned to the objects that were in Sam’s hands. She wanted to join him and maybe get to know him more but was a little weary about whether she should intrude on her skittish roommate’s solo play session considering how anxious and standoffish he’d been thus far. “Do you mind if I play next to you?” she asked, hoping the offer to do adjacent activities rather than a collective one would ease Sam’s nerves.

“Um…sure, that’s fine,” said Sam, suppressing a shy smile as Hanna snagged a few cars from the far side of the rug and began driving them through the felt-covered streets. It looked like he’d be getting some playtime with Hanna anyway despite his prior cowardice, “Also, sorry if I don’t talk much while we play. I’m not used to being around…other people while in Little Space.” This was partially true as the more pressing reason was his anxiety about being around members of the opposite sex, especially when it came to someone as pretty as Hanna.

Luckily, Hanna didn’t think anything of Sam’s fib with her spacey mind still under the influence of a half-dozen hypno tracks. That wasn’t to say her mind was vacant. Far from it, in fact, as she’d been wanting to say something to Sam since being left alone for the night by their testing overlords. “Hey, so…I know you’re still getting used to…well…me. But I just wanted to tell you that, for what it’s worth, I’m happy that you’re here. I’m not sure I’d be able to sleep alone in this massive nursery tonight without you,” she said, blushing over her own sentimentality.

“Same here,” responded Sam quickly in a strive to sound relatable. Sure, he had yet to get used to Hanna’s presence in general, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t a welcome presence, “Pretty certain I’d go crazy if I was stuck in here by myself.”

“Well, take comfort that if you do lose your marbles, I’m sure CrissBaby will still find a way to put its property to good use,” said Hanna, sharing a chuckle with Sam at their company’s expense. It was strange to them to view themselves as pieces of property but there was no denying the truth in Hanna’s statement.

Sitting up slightly in his cross-legged position, the easy conversation allowed Sam to inch out of his shell. “Beats working two part-time jobs, that’s for damn sure,” he said, absentmindedly crashing the cars in his hands together as his focus centered squarely on Hanna.

“Beats going back to my old life,” said Hanna, her smile faltering at the tail end of her sentence. She hadn’t meant to dampen the mood but now that it had been spoken, there was no getting around the obvious dread that both she and Sam felt when remembering the lives they left behind for the Bab Rats Program.

A deafening silence radiated between Hanna and Sam for the next couple of minutes with both attempting to push any intrusive thoughts to the back of their minds. Eventually, Sam could no longer take the tension, forcing him to fake a yawn. “I think I’m ready to go hit the hay. I barely slept last night so I’m too pooped to stay up,” he said, stretching his arms out wide to help sell his yawn.

“Yeah, I think I’m right there with you,” said Hanna, setting the car in her hands aside and turning over to her hands and knees, “I’ll see you tomorrow, Sam. Nite nite.”

Waving back at Hanna meekly, Sam could already feel his anxiety letting off as he and Hanna gained distance from each other. “Have a good night,” he said, letting down his crib bars and crawling into bed. The yawn may have been faked but the heaviness he felt as soon as his head made contact with his pillow was all too real. His final thoughts as his mind drifted off were of Hanna and wanting to get over his introverted nature for her sake. Setting his mind toward being a better colleague and friend, he was determined that tomorrow would be different.

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*CREAK! CREAK! CREAK!*

“MMMMMMMM!”

Waking up to the sounds of a squeaky crib pair with an overtly sexual moan, Sam’s eyes shot open, confused and slightly annoyed by all the early morning activity. His annoyance dissipated abruptly, however, as he rose his head up to spot the source of the abrasive noises. “Hanna, can you please keep it…down?” he said, his tired brain taking several seconds to process that she was in the midst of humping a set of pillows that had been lovingly stacked between her thighs. He averted his gaze the moment he recognized what she was doing, “GAH! I’m s-so, so sorry! I didn’t mean-”

“Please…help…” mumbled Hanna in between heavy breaths. She sucked her bottom lip into her mouth and bit down, hoping to dull the burning sensation in her loins, even if only marginally, “...I’m…so horny…I-I just…want…to cum…” Losing herself to the mind-numbing euphoria that was racking her body, she began to laugh and cry simultaneously.

Spurred to full consciousness by Hanna’s horny distress, Sam leaped out of his crib and rushed over to his fellow Bab Rat’s bedside, unable to suppress the scarlet hue that stretched across his cheeks. Having zero clue how to help Hanna come down from her pleasure high, he knew there was only one person to turn to. “I-I’ll go get Dr. Madrigal,” he said, abandoning his extremely titillated roommate and sprinting to the other side of the nursery, “Um, hello? Is  anyone in there?” He frantically waved both arms around in front of the viewing glass in hopes of getting anyone to respond.

*CRACKLE!*

Mercifully, the static of the loudspeaker turning on sounded off throughout the nursery, followed shortly by the familiar voice of Dr. Isla Madrigal, “Good morning, Sam. Perfect timing, by the way. I was about to call you over to ask about the onesie.”

“The onesie?” said Sam, momentarily forgetting his testing duties; an easy feat given the pressing situation, “N-No, it’s Hanna! She’s…well…see for yourself.” He stepped aside and gestured back toward Hanna’s crib where the involuntary, erotic display was taking place.

A moment of silence passed before Dr. Madrigal’s voice once again echoed out of the speaker system, “Oh, I promise you, Sam, there’s nothing to worry about. This is simply the result of one of the audio files Hanna was treated to yesterday. Without reinforcement, it’ll wear off on its own…eventually.” A light chuckle could briefly be heard before the mic cut out.

Needless to say, Sam was furious, both for Hanna’s sake and his own. He didn’t like having his legitimate concerns disregarded so frivolously. He opened his mouth to speak, ready to let Dr. Madrigal have a piece of his mind. Unfortunately, his timing couldn’t have been worse as he failed to get out so much as a single word before Dr. Madrigal took control of the conversation. “Actually, this will work in our favor. We have a selection of AB-style vibrators that could use some further tests,” she said, prompting someone in a hazmat suit to enter the nursery carrying a box fixed to the brim with buzzy toys, “Now, Sam, the onesie?”

Rolling his eyes, Sam was in disbelief over the neglect that the CrissBaby Diaper Company and Dr. Madrigal were currently demonstrating. Had he been a bolder person, he would’ve been screaming at this quack of a doctor over such blatant mistreatment. Knowing that little would likely come from arguing further, he sighed and relented, “I’ve been sweating all night so no, it doesn’t work,” he said, offering up the most menial answer possible to get his assessment over with, “Also, my butt still itches from the-”

“Perfect, thank you, Sam,” said Dr. Madrigal, completely ignoring Sam’s latter sentence in favor of proceeding with the next test, “Next on the docket, we only have one test for you this morning so you’ll get to relax as soon as it's over.”

A second hazmat entered the room and approached Sam with a metal tray in hand. Atop the tray were a set of two vials: one with R201 written on it containing a light blue liquid, and another with green liquid that was labeled R202. “Start with R201,” stated Dr. Madrigal clinically as if she no longer viewed Sam as human. She must’ve sensed his hesitation as she pointedly continued, “This is what you signed up for, Sam.”

Of the countless things Sam wanted to yell about, that was the one thing he couldn’t refute. He signed his name on the same dotted line that Hanna had. There was no fighting what Dr. Madrigal had said. He was a Bab Rat now, for better or worse. “Gimme that,” he said with a pout, snatching the vial containing the blue serum off the tray. It was his only test, anyway. He may as well get it over with, “Bottoms up, I guess.”

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little princess

HAPPY BIRTHDAY EZRA!!!!!! @rowanaelinn you are such an incredibly talented writer and wonderful friend and i'm so glad we share this crazy fandom space <3 here's some fluffs for you❤️❤️

word count: 827

warnings: none, i swear

Enjoy!

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Eleven hours.

He’d been pacing outside that door for eleven godsdamned hours. A track showed in the carpet. The outrageously expensive rug Aelin had carefully selected and imported from Eyllwe.

“Aelin’s going to castrate you for that, you know.”

Rowan whirled at the voice, finding Lorcan casually standing at the end of the hall, observing his brother warrior with arched brow. 

“For the track?” He shrugged. “Either of us can fix it with a flick of a finger. What she doesn’t know won’t bother her.”

“You forget that she’s in no condition to forgi—”

“I know what godsdamned condition my mate is in, thank you, and if you came here to snark at me, you can shove it up your a—” His sentence cut off abruptly as Lorcan called up whatever godsdamned power he controlled and whisked the two of them out to the training yard. 

“You prick! I’m supposed to be there!”

“You’re supposed to NOT be adding worry to your mate’s labor, dammit! And pacing your big ugly boots into her expensive carpeting isn’t the way to do that. Besides, I’m willing to bet you were practically screaming your worry down the bond, which really does absolutely nothing good.”

“At least I have big boots,” smirked Rowan, glancing pointedly down at Lorcan’s everyday shoes.

Lorcan’s face split into a positively feral smirk. “Five hundred years and you still can’t accept that my sword has always been broader." 

Whatever few remaining threads Rowan had tying his self-control together snapped. And he launched himself at his brother with a growl of pure Doranellian rage. Lorcan smirked, dodged his barreling attack, and kicked the back of his knee. Rowan grunted, catching himself before he could fall, turned, and let his fists fly. Lorcan met him blow for blow, jab for jab, that infuriating smirk of his never fading. Through the mire of stress and worry clouding his mind, Rowan realized that Lorcan was giving him what he needed: an outlet for everything overloading his brain. 

Thank me later, brother, the dark-haired male's vicious grin said.

Rowan grunted. So damn full of yourself whenever you think you did something useful. He brought his flagging defenses back up and landed a punishing hit to Lorcan’s stomach. The older male grunted, backhanded him, and kicked his legs out from under him. Swearing viciously, Rowan hit the dirt of the training ring with a thud. Lorcan tackled him, promptly rolled him over, and put him in a headlock. Pinned, he slapped the ground three times, yielding, a significant chunk of his stress gone. 

“Who would have known that getting your ass kicked would help you not to worry about your lovely, strong mate?” Lorcan inquired.

“Says the one who knocked Elide up first.”

“Quite. And look how well that turned out.”

Rowan snorted a laugh. “Cal likes me best.”

Lorcan rolled his eyes. "You're just saying that because he hasn't shit his diaper all over you or spit up all over your clean fucking clothes."

"Ah, the perils of fatherhood."

Lorcan swatted him. "We'll see who's joking when--" Elide appeared from an upstairs window and motioned with her hand. Instantly, the two males were on their feet again, racing for the doors.  

“Whitethorn?” Concern creased Lorcan's normally scowling face.

“What.” Nerves and anxiety nearly overpowered Rowan's better judgment; he really hadn't meant to snap at Lorcan like that.

“Gods above, calm down.”

“I am calm!”

“In that case, it’s time to go home. Aelin and your baby are—” Rowan was gone before Lorcan finished his sentence. Lorcan rolled his eyes and followed him into the manor.

Back in the queen and king's hallway, Rowan paused before the door leading into Aelin’s room. The sharp medicinal smells from earlier were gone. His wife’s scent still hinted at pain, but also…joy. Such unending joy. He lifted his hand to knock, but the door swung open before he could. Standing there, grinning, were Elide and Lysandra. 

“Ready to meet your little princess?”

Rowan gulped, fighting back unexpected tears. Princess.

Yes, you big oaf, a daughter. Aelin’s voice. Exhausted, but not lacking that wry humor of hers. 

Rowan crossed the room to his mate and the bundle of blankets in her arms. His daughter. Their daughter. Asleep, he couldn’t tell her eye color, but the little one's face—it was a tiny, perfect mirror of Aelin's own. He slumped onto the bed beside her, overcome with awe and fear and a hundred other emotions.

“May I...hold her?” His words were thick with unshed tears. Aelin smiled softly, tiredly, and placed their baby girl in his arms. Rowan looked down into the face of his daughter. And cried, overcome with the emotions of holding the baby he never dreamed of having. The first of many, he hoped. When his eyes cleared, he sniffled and looked to his mate. 

“What are we naming her?”

Aelin's exhausted face lifted with quiet joy. "Alanna Evalin Whitethorn Galathynius."

Utterly perfect.

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[farity]

Baby Mine

Pairing:  Modern AU!Aemond Targaryen x reader

Summary:  New parents fluffy goodness - little slice of life scene

Warning:  None, really.

It was uncharacteristically quiet when Aemond walked in, arms laden with groceries, and he immediately went on alert.  He put the groceries down, raced silently to his bedroom and froze when he reached the doorway.  

“Hey,” she whispered.

“Hey.”

He could not say anything else at the moment, so big was the lump in his throat.  In his bed - their bed - was everything he had ever wanted.  His wife, the love of his life, was gently nuzzling their infant son, holding him close.  The baby was sleeping, his little feet crossed underneath him, and completely unaware of the emotions he was generating.

“Do you need anything?” he finally whispered.

“Just you.”

She extended her arm to him and he walked over, slowly sitting down behind her, kissing the side of her face.  Their son did not stir, and he gently ran his fingers across the silky blond hair on his head.  

“He’s perfect,” Aemond mused.

She smiled.  “He’s everything.”

As if on cue, the baby stretched, little arms reaching as high as they could do, and then he settled back to sleeping, safe in his mother’s arms.

She turned to him, raising an eyebrow.  “Hard to believe in about ten minutes he’s going to wake up and scream bloody murder if I don’t feed him fast enough.”

“Not this sweet, sweet angel,” said Aemond sarcastically, used to his son’s screeching wails if he wasn’t given his food the moment he wanted it.  “I can give him a bottle later if you want to get a few hours of rest.”

“That would be heavenly.”  She leaned in to smell his sweet baby scent.  “Is Helaena coming over tonight?”

“Oh yeah.  She has been demanding ‘auntie time’ all week.”

“I’m just glad she didn’t get scared off after he threw up all over her.”

Aemond smirked.  “I think Aegon was far more horrified it would get on his Zegna suit.”

He leaned back, took a picture of the baby on his phone.  “Mom and dad have been asking for new photos.  I think they’re regretting going to Essos on holiday.”

She laughed softly.  “Uh-oh,” she widened her eyes at Aemond.  “He’s stirring, I think for real this time.”  She unclasped the strap on her nightgown, and just as their son opened his mouth to scream, she bared her breast and began feeding him.

“Well done,” Aemond said, clapping slowly.  “He can’t complain he doesn’t get good service here.”

“Oh I’m sure he can.  Just wait until he fills his diaper.”

“True.  Okay, I am going to get all his stuff ready in the living room so I can take him when you’re done.  Want something to drink?”

She nodded, and he left to get everything together.  Helaena would be over with dinner in a couple of hours, get her fill of her “little bug” and he’d have to take a hundred pictures of his sister and his son.

He’d never meant for his life to turn out this way.  He had always thought someday he would meet someone suited to his family and lifestyle, someone appropriate enough to be on his arm at functions.  She would want for nothing, be part of his illustrious family.  If they had children, they would be cared for and protected.  None of them would ever know they had not touched his heart, the heart he kept behind massive stone walls carefully built over the years.  

And then he’d met her.

She had gone to the same school as he - she on a full scholarship, living in a house shared with five others, while he lived in the penthouse of one of his parents’ properties along with Aegon and Helaena.

The first words she’d said to him were, “holy shit, you’re real” - and then turned red and explained how she’d read a lot about him but had never seen any pictures of him.  He’d opened his mouth and just stared at her for a few long seconds, and then decided she was obnoxious and he never wanted to run into her again.

“You’re so fucked, Aem,” Helaena had said to him.  Unfortunately, since she was Helaena’s friend and study group partner, he kept running into her, although she was quiet whenever she saw him.

Good, he’d thought, maybe she’d learned some fucking manners.

Then he realized he couldn't stop thinking about her.  Whenever some other girl flirted with him, he didn’t really want to reciprocate, and began to stay home more and more.  

Finally, he realized he wanted to stay home in the chance Helaena brought her over.

“Will you stop fucking moping and ask her out?”  Aegon had snapped after Aemond, once again, declined to join him on a night out.  “I’m tired of your hermit bullshit.”

When the siblings hosted a New Year’s Eve party, he had thrown caution to the wind and kissed her when the clock struck twelve.  She’d kissed him back and that had been it.  He’d thrown away all his ideas about marriage and family and months later, begged her, on bended knee, to marry him.

He sat on the sofa and as usual, the large dog came over to be near the baby.  “Good job, Vhagar,” he said, scratching the dog’s fur, “good job, girl.”  Vhagar settled next to his leg, sniffed the baby’s head, and then put her large head on her paws, content to be near most of her pack.

Aemond smiled, rocking his son, and let the afternoon light bathe his perfect world.

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[therealmsdelulu]

jonah and reader, gushing over their baby who’s started to crawl and has tiny chubby legs. babbles all the time and laughs and smiles.

getting the child a baby piano and the infant hitting the keys, and her parents are like. “Lil’ Elton John!”

the child is adorable and even climbs into Jonah’s face while in their diapers and farts. causing the poor man to gag as he got a whole wif of baby poop coming from the diaper 😂

And he’s like yep this is my child

A/N: (not so) Fun fact I actually had to rewrite this because I somehow managed to accidently delete it. (I almost cried lol)

You and Jonah were currently sitting on the living room floor playing a harmless game to see who Melody would crawl to first.

“Come to Mama,” you cooed and opened your arms in an attempt to encourage the baby to come towards you.

“Come to Dada,” Jonah said and Melody’s attention was quickly caught by her father and she began to crawl in his direction.

“Such a traitor,” you gasped as Melody sat in Jonah’s lap.

“Told you I was her favorite,” he teased and you rolled your eyes at him before returning your attention to your daughter.

“That’s not true right Melody,” you asked and she babbled something inaudible in response. “See it’s not true,” you argued.

“That’s not what she said,” Jonah chuckled.

“Yeah it is,” you claimed.

“How do you know that?” he questioned.

“Super secret mommy powers,” you said before gently booping Melody on her nose causing her to giggle. You watched as the baby crawled off of Jonah’s lap and towards the toy piano the two of you bought her.

You and Jonah laughed as Melody smashed a bunch of keys creating a questionable tune but every great musician had to start somewhere.

“She’s like our little Elton John,” Jonah chuckled and you nodded in agreement. Melody quickly lost interest in the piano and tossed it aside before crawling back over to Jonah. You watched in amusement as she began to crawl up him like he was a tree.

Jonah laughed as well but suddenly stopped when you heard him gag. You were confused at first but the smell of baby poop suddenly filled your nose.

“Eww,” you said before plugging your nose. Jonah gently set Melody down and that’s when you made your escape.

“Where are you going?” he asked looking at you in surprise.

“As far away from this smell as possible,” you replied before walking further away. You came back with a fresh diaper and some baby wipes. “Just like her father,” you teased and Jonah shoved you playfully.

“Thats definetly my child,” he chuckled.

“Well I guess that means you have no problem changing her diaper,” you suggested before quickly leaving the room.

“I don’t know how,” he called out after you.

“You’re a smart guy, you’ll figure it out,” you claimed and Jonah sighed in defeat.