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peachesofteal · 5 months

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Light on - single mom/neighbors fic Simon Riley/female reader Prompt: You ask Simon to babysit for you last minute. For @that-fangirl-1106 and three anons

“Thank you so, so much. I owe you.”

Simon stops short at your door, brows raising in surprise. He expected to see you in your ‘house clothes’ as you call them, leggings, or an old pair of jeans with a t shirt. Instead, you’re wearing a skirt, a short skirt, swell of your breasts just visible inside the V of your shirt, and his stomach twists, confusion thrumming in his veins. What is this? Where are you going? When you called and asked him to help you watch Emma for a bit, he just assumed it was so you could run some errands or something, take some time for yourself. Not for… whatever this is.

You’ve got Emmaline on your hip, waist curved to accommodate her, and she’s babbling at you with a happy smile.

“Are you sure it’s not an inconvenience? My sitter bailed last minute.” The door lock clicks into place behind him, and he holds his tongue, stopping the flow of one hundred questions, biting down on the urge to pull you into his chest and tell you- you’re not actually going anywhere.

Would you agree? Would you look up at him with that sweet, beautiful face, and tell him that you won’t? That you’ll stay here, with him, instead. Where you belong.

“Simon?” Shit.

“It’s fine. I’m happy to help.” Emma coos, looking up at him, little legs wriggling in her onesie and his heart thumps a little harder, the green poison of jealously cooling just slightly when he realizes it doesn’t matter where you’re going. You’ll be coming home to him, and Emmaline, at the end of your night.

Still. He has to ask. He has to know.

“Where are you going?” You hand the baby to him, clucking softly, rubbing your fingers through her wispy crop of curls.

“Out with this guy I met!” You’re excited, practically beaming, and your fingers find the hem of your shirt, anxiously plucking at it. “It’s been a while since like-“ you stop yourself, embarrassment heating your face, and you clear your throat. “No one’s asked me on a date in a while. Single moms aren’t really… a hot commodity.” His stomach clenches at the idea of another man thinking you’re a hot anything, let alone even looking in your direction.

“Where are you going? Who is he?”

“To the little Thai spot on seventh.” You give him an odd look. “And he’s a guy I met at the library.”

“The library?”

“Yeah, during story time.” You’re pulling a jacket on, and he clenches his jaw so tight he could chew through concrete. “Alright, baby, love you.” You step into his orbit, dab of perfume still wet on your neck, heat pressing into his side when you bend to kiss Emma on her forehead. Your hand brushes his against her back, something clouding your gaze when you look up into his face, something hopeful and honeyed sweet, with just a glimpse of longing, enough that blood roars in his ears.

He should ask you to stay, tell you he’ll take you instead. Or take you somewhere better, take you anywhere you want to go.

But he doesn’t. Instead, he watches you slip out the front door, blowing the baby in his arms one last kiss goodnight with a wave of your palm.

An hour later, a key scrapes against the metal of the lock. He’s got Emmaline and her favorite stuffed giraffe in his arms, walking circles in the kitchen, bouncing her lightly to try to soothe her pre bedtime tears, a normal routine he’s seen you do more than once.

You slip through the door with a whispered apology, tired eyes rimmed in red.

“Hey.” You reach for Emma, giving her a big smile and holding her to your chest, little kisses from your lips dotting her head, her cheeks. Your eyes slip closed, tension sagging from your shoulders, and he frowns,

“What happened?”

“Nothing. He uh, didn’t show.” Oh, sweetheart. You shrug, brushing it off. “But that’s okay, isn’t it?” you coo at Emma, smoothing a hand up and down her back. “Yeah, that’s okay. Mum doesn’t need anyone but you, huh Emmaline?” You say something about putting her to bed, and he barely hears you, too busy thinking about finding the piece of shit that decided to stand you up and breaking every bone in his body.

You reappear once you’ve got her down, and he still hasn’t made himself scarce, lingering in your kitchen, hands in his pockets. He feels out of place, heart panging at the dejected look at your face.

“Fuck that guy.” He grunts, and you crack a smile, tucking your arms around yourself. “He’s an idiot.”

“Yeah.” You’re sullen, rejected, and it makes his blood boil, rage coursing through him knowing that someone made you feel less than the wonder you are. “Thanks for… I guess hanging out with her for a little while, at least. It was really nice of you.”

“Anytime.” The kitchen is silent for a moment, reflecting your somber mood, and just as he’s about to tell you how stupid that guy is, how much of fool he is to not see what he missed out on, how much he didn’t deserve a single second of your time, you sigh out a whispered confession.

“I guess it was pretty stupid.”

“What was stupid, sweetheart?”

“Going on a date when I have a baby at home. Thinking someone would even want a single mom with a baby at home.” You roll your eyes. “You know, as soon I got out the door, I was thinking about coming back? Couldn’t stop thinking about her. Wishing I was hanging out with my own daughter, and you… instead of going on a date.” His heart latches onto your words, hoarding them close, trying to memorize them so he can recall every syllable when he closes his eyes tonight.

“That’s not stupid.” He wants to comfort you, promise you that it’s the farthest thing from stupid.

“Maybe. Either way doesn’t matter, right? I got stood up.” You wince.

“Whoever he is, he doesn’t deserve a minute of your time.” Your lips part, a little stunned by the steadfast vow, before splitting into a delicate smile, and your head ducks.

“Thanks, Simon.”

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ares857 · 2 years

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internet finds

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regressionschool · 6 months

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Lotte was having tummy time on the soft, plush blanket spread out in her living room. She was dressed in a cute onesie adorned with adorable elephants and giraffes, the same animals that were also playfully scattered across the blanket. Her hair was fashioned into playful pigtails, adding to her youthful and innocent appearance.

Underneath her onesie, the edges of a pristine white diaper peeked out, a clear indication of her regression status. Lotte was entirely at ease, humming a soft, happy tune as she lay on her tummy, her legs kicking occasionally. Her attention was absorbed by the colorful picture book she held in front of her, a mandatory assignment from her regression school.

The story within the book revolved around a friendly tiger, its adventures brought to life through vivid illustrations. Lotte's eyes were fixed on the book as she turned the pages. The words in the book contained more than just a simple tale; they concealed hypnotic triggers, cleverly woven into the narrative.

As Lotte continued to read, her mind began to gradually succumb to the subtle hypnotic suggestions. The triggers within the story started to take effect, causing her to relax even further. She wasn't entirely aware of this transformation, as her regression training had made her susceptible to these triggers.

Her body began to respond, and she felt an unusual warmth spread throughout her diaper. It was as if an invisible force was compelling her to use her diaper as she lay on her tummy, engrossed in the story. The gentle hum of contentment never left her lips as her diaper slowly grew warmer and wetter, her body responding instinctively to the hidden suggestions.

The experience was a blend of comfort and compulsion, and Lotte remained entranced by the storybook in her little world. Her diaper grew increasingly damp as she read, confirming her complete regression to the state of a carefree and obedient little.

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junkissed · 6 months

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what svt would dress their kids as for halloween

member | dad!ot13 genre | headcanons, humor, fluff word count | 400 warnings | children below the cut (?), most of the babies are white i'm sorry it was super hard to find ones that weren't but don't pay attention to the kids they're just there to show the costumes! notes | all photos are from pinterest! this is based on a conversation i had with @duhnova earlier hehe :) comment which costume is your fav!

seungcheol - pumpkin

he would spend so long looking online for the cutest one. he'd probably want to do a pumpkin patch themed photoshoot to go along with it

jeonghan - lion

honestly i think he just went to spirit halloween at the last minute and picked out the silliest one he could find. fortunately for you they were out of the avocado costumes

joshua - grandma/grandpa

i think he would just get such a kick out of it. he would bring them to your parent's house and he would make those stupid jokes that waiters do when babies eat at restaurants like "oh no margaritas for her, she's driving" or handing the check to the baby "dinner's on him tonight"

junhui - elephant

i have no reasoning for this one just a gut feeling tbh. he would probably like the big floppy ears. and also the fact that you told him if he dressed up your kid as a cat for the 3rd year in a row, you would throw the costume away (you wouldn't but you had to get him to change somehow)

hoshi - tiger

do you even have to ask. your baby has been wearing tiger onesies since they left the hospital

wonwoo - ladybug

i think he would think the little red and black spots are so cute :( he would be a very soft dad

woozi - shark

he probably has a demo version of a remix of the baby shark song on his computer. he would be dressed as an octopus or a fish or something and he would pretend he hates it but he would secretly think it's funny

mingyu - giraffe

he's manifesting for your baby to grow up to be tall like him a giraffe

minghao - skunk

again i don't know why i think this i just do. the black and white seems very minghao to me

seokmin - chicken

he would insist you have the cutest baby in the neighborhood and he would just be grinning and giggling the whole time. look at those little orange feet aren't they so precious. he would dress up as a farmer and carry around a basket of plastic eggs

seungkwan - monkey

he would dress up as a banana. also probably makes jokes "there better not be any monkey business tonight"

vernon - pineapple

i'm just laughing thinking about vernon holding a baby dressed like a pineapple

chan - bat

he would want to do a halloween-y costume and he thinks the little wings are cute. might dress up as a vampire to match

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shadesslut · 9 months

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virtuous mother

Pairing: Soft!Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader

Content Includes: Fluff, angst, mommy issues

Summary: Ethan comforts reader after her mother makes her feel worthless

(a/n: this is for the girlies with mommy issues<3)

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She had always felt as if she could never be good enough; not for herself, her mother, nor her boyfriend. She knew she could never be enough for herself or her mother, but she had no idea how much she meant to him. Growing up, she had a good childhood. A good group of friends, dolls she could play with, everything she could have wanted. Unfortunately, growing up, she didn’t understand her complex relationship with her mother; not until she was older. She noticed how her mom would judge her style of clothing, and how she would judge others for their opinions. She didn’t realize how much her mother would have hated her own daughter if she knew everything about her.

Ethan had been supportive of her for as long as she could remember. Before they started dating, Ethan would notice how closed off she would be about her family, so he took it upon himself to make her feel wanted and loved by him. When she said yes to a date, he was ecstatic to say the least. He always had a crush on her, ever since they met in a shared class.

Now they were going six months strong together, happier than ever. She lived in New York City with her loving and cute boyfriend, far, far away from her mother. How could things go bad?

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“Babe, you gotta wake up.” he said groggily, gently rocking his girlfriend’s sleeping body. She groaned softly as she slowly woke up. He gently placed his palm on her cheek and rubbed over her skin with his thumb. “Wake up sweetheart,” he whispered as he kissed her forehead.

She yawned and stretched her arms up. Ethan jumped at the opportunity and wrapped his arms around her before pulling her up over his shoulder.

“Ugh! Ethan!” she giggled slightly annoyed. He laughed as she tried to fight him off, kicking her legs. He carried her into their shared bathroom and dropped her down in front of the mirror.

He held her by her shoulders and faced her towards the mirror. “Get. Ready.” He said in a playful tone. She looked up at him innocently before giggling. “You’re such a brat.” He said smiling as he walked back into the bedroom. She smiled to herself before beginning her morning routine. As she washed her face, she recognized a faint smell of bacon. Rushedly, she dried her face and ran into the kitchen, stopping once she saw Ethan in front of the stove flipping pieces of bacon. She looked towards the wall by the fridge, seeing the old family picture she kept from years ago. It was a picture of her and her mother, smiling while linking arms. She shook her head and walked towards Ethan.

“Smells good,” she complimented as she walked up to hug him from behind. He leaned into her touch and hummed softly. Ethan scraped up the last pieces of bacon onto a plate and picked one up to hold to her mouth. She happily took a bite and smiled at him.

“You want me to make you coffee?” She asked as he sat down at their mini dining table. Ethan looked up at her and nodded, smiling brightly.

The next half-hour consisted of the two conversing about their week and what their plans would be for the day.

“Wait, wait, so Chad dared you to wear what to class?”

She laughed trying to steady herself as her boyfriend looked at her with a shocked expression. “He dared me to wear my giraffe onesie.”

He held back a laugh and squinted his eyes at her. “Tell me you didn’t, Y/N,”

She looked at him in silence for a few seconds, before they both broke out into a laughing fit. He deeply sighed as he held his face in his palms. “I did,” she giggled out as he shook his head.

A knock on the door caused her to control herself while Ethan was still face-palming. She stood up and walked towards the door still slightly giggling, but immediately stopped once she opened the door.

“M-Mom,” she said softly, looking at her mother who she had not seen in well over a year. Her mom looked roughly the same, on the contrary to her, her hair might’ve been a little shorter though.

Her mom looked at her diligently as she studied her appearance. She looked different since the last time she was with her mom.

“Are you going to let your mom in or do I have to stand out here?” Her mom joked, with a hint of judgment. Y/N slightly jumped as she widened the door open, allowing her mother to walk in.

Her mom looked around the small of her apartment and blinked with confusion as her eyes landed on Ethan. He wiped his mouth quickly as he stood up.

“H-Hi, I’m Ethan.” He introduced himself nervously. He held out his hand to her, but retracted once she looked away.

Y/N shifted awkwardly under her mother’s gaze, worried about what she would say next. “You didn’t tell me you had a boyfriend, or that you lived with him.”

Ethan looked between the two of them in silence. The only thing Y/N could hear was her loud heartbeat. She inhaled deeply before responding. “Mom, you were the one who said to not call you.” Her mother crossed her arms over her chest. She used to be scared when she was younger when her mother did that, but now she held her head up. “How did you even find out where I lived?”

“I asked your father.”

“He shouldn’t have told you.”

Her mother laughed as she rolled her eyes. “This is just like you; to run away and move in with the first boy you see. What did you have to do for him to let you, huh? Are you still the slut you were years ago?”

She winced as her mom yelled at her, especially at the last sentence. Her eyes started to water, and she felt herself starting to become unstable.

“That’s enough,” Ethan spoke causing Y/N to snap out of her trance. “You shouldn’t speak to her like that.”

Her mom snapped her head towards Ethan. He didn’t move, he stood his ground and kept his stern gaze at her. Y/N felt herself start to panic, her worst nightmare was happening, and she didn’t know how to stop it.

“This is none of your business.” She spat at Ethan. “This is between me and my daughter.”

Y/N shoved her away from Ethan, surprising both Ethan and her mom. “I am not your daughter anymore. The day you kicked me out was the day I stopped being your daughter.” Her voice was shaky, but her words cut deep. Ethan was proud of her for standing up to her mom. He would kiss her right now if it wasn’t for the situation they were in.

“You will always be my daughter; whether you like it or not. And you want to know something?” her mother stepped closer to her, inches away from her face. Y/N could see all the details and lines in her mother’s face. She noticed the circles under her eyes, the new wrinkles that flowed around her face, and the gray tones of her skin. She looked awful.

“You’re going to turn out exactly like me,” she said. “And then your kids will hate you too.”

With that, she walked out the door, and she slammed it shut, making the old family picture fall and break. As the door shut, Y/N dropped down to the floor, softly whining as she began to cry. Ethan rushed towards her and hugged her. He hugged her the way her mother should have. He hushed her as she sobbed; he hated seeing her like this. There had been only two times he’s seen her like this; the first time was after her parents got divorced, and the second being the time after her mother called her drunkenly in the middle of the night.

“I hate her.” Y/N cried. She rocked herself back and forth on the floor as Ethan rubbed her back and repeatedly kissed her. Ethan looked at her sadly, to which she reciprocated.

“Let’s get you up,” he whispered, picking her up bridal-style. He carried her to the bathroom and set her down on the toilet. He hugged her tightly before leaning over to turn the water on, drawing a bath. Ethan watched the temperature making sure it wasn’t too hot, all the while he kept his hand on her knee. As the tub filled, he asked her softly if he could take off her clothes, to which she nodded her head. After a few minutes of him gently pulling off her clothes and kisses in between, he undressed himself and helped her into the bath. She sniffled as he sat down next to her, wrapping his arm around her waist. “I’m gonna take care of you.” he promised.

He situated her in between his legs with his arms wrapped around her. She laid on her side on his chest, her fingers caressing his soft skin.

“I love you.”

“I love you too, E.”

“You know she’s wrong, right? You’re nothing like her, and you will never be anything like her. Your kids, if you want any, are going to love you. ‘Cause you’re a good person, unlike her.” She wanted to believe his words, but a part of herself deep inside her thought she was like her mom, and that she couldn’t do anything to stop it.

“I hope so.” she admitted.

“I know so. I’ll be there to help you pick yourself back up. Every. Time. Because I love you. I love you, because you are nothing like your mother.” Ethan smiled down at her. He hoped she knew he meant every word. There wasn’t anything he wouldn’t do for her.

She opened her mouth to reply, but nothing came out. She tried to muster up a response, but her mind was too drained. He noticed this, and he softly kissed her on her lips. “Don’t say anything, just lay here, and let me hold you. I love you.” She softly hummed as he started to play with her hair. She knew he was there for her, the way her mother wasn’t. He loved her for her different opinions, he loved her for her unique style, and he loved her, because she really was nothing like her mother.

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