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The Hart of Motherhood:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/66891751

PLEASE READ AUTHOR NOTE FOR IT TO MAKE SENSE

Much angst and comfort. Mommy daughter, spanking, etc.

Magnolia in the first scene:

Rose when Wade walks in:

IMAGES ARE AI Generated!

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Blair and Eleanor

The Waldorf penthouse was bustling with laughter as Blair entertained her friends Serena, Kati, and Isabel. They were discussing plans for the weekend, their laughter filling the room. Blair wore her usual confident expression, reveling in her role as Queen Bee.

But Eleanor Waldorf had her own plans for the evening. Earlier, Dorota had discreetly informed her that Blair had been sneaking in late all week, well past curfew. Eleanor decided it was time to remind her daughter that, despite Blair’s independent airs, she was still very much her mother’s little girl.

Eleanor entered the room with a composed but unmistakably firm look. The laughter came to an abrupt stop as the girls turned to see her.

“Blair,” Eleanor said, her voice calm but firm, “we need to talk.”

Blair straightened, but a hint of worry crossed her face. “Mother, I’m with my friends right now. Can this wait?”

“Oh, I don’t think it can,” Eleanor replied. “I understand you’ve been coming home past curfew every night this week. You know the rules, young lady.”

Blair’s face flushed, and she tried to deflect. “Mother, please,” she muttered, a touch of petulance in her voice, “I’m not a little kid.”

Eleanor raised an eyebrow, unfazed. “You’re certainly acting like one. And since you’re so eager to disregard the rules, I think an early bedtime is exactly what you need tonight.”

Blair shot her mother a look of disbelief, her cheeks going pink as she felt her friends’ curious eyes on her. “Mother, I can’t just—”

“Enough, Blair,” Eleanor cut her off. “I’ve laid out your pajamas in your room. Say goodnight to your friends, and up you go.”

Blair opened her mouth to protest, but her mother’s stern expression left no room for negotiation. Reluctantly, she turned to her friends, mumbling, “Goodnight, everyone.” She hoped her embarrassment would end there.

But as Blair trudged up the stairs, Serena, Kati, and Isabel exchanged surprised glances, their curiosity piqued. They waited a moment before sneaking up to the staircase, just in time to catch a glimpse into Blair’s room.

There, on her bed, Blair found her pajamas laid out—a soft, pastel set with little bows that looked far more childish than her usual sleepwear. She groaned but changed quickly, hoping to get this over with. She didn’t realize that, from the cracked doorway, her friends could see her attire, and their eyes widened as they took in her surprisingly innocent appearance.

When Blair finished changing, she heard her mother’s footsteps approaching, and she hurried to her bed, climbing under the covers just as Eleanor entered. Her mother walked over and pulled the blankets up to Blair’s chin, tucking her in with practiced care.

“Now, Blair, perhaps a story will help you relax,” Eleanor said softly, picking up a well-worn storybook from the bedside table. Blair blinked, taken aback. “Mother, I don’t need a story,” she whispered, her cheeks flushing.

“Nonsense, darling. After a week of sneaking in late, you could use a little quiet time,” Eleanor replied, ignoring her protests, “And you always go beddy bye much quicker after mama reads to you, don't you?"

"Yes mama." Blair addmitted shyly.

Outside the door, Blair’s friends covered their mouths, exchanging wide-eyed glances as they watched and listened. It was as though Blair was transformed; all her haughty airs seemed to vanish as she nestled under the covers, listening to her mother’s voice with rapt attention, looking every bit like a mama’s girl.

When Eleanor finished the story, she leaned down and kissed Blair on the forehead. “Goodnight, sweetheart,” she said softly.

Blair, already drowsy,and thumb in mouth, murmured, “Goodnight, Mommy,” slipping into sleep without realizing her friends were listening to every word.

As Serena, Kati, and Isabel quietly made their way back downstairs, they could barely contain their surprise. The Queen Bee of the Upper East Side, sucking her thumb, tucked in and read to like a little girl—it was a side of Blair they never would have imagined, and one she’d likely be mortified for them to know.

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New Chapter of Through Thick and Thin: “Like Mother, Like Daughter”

https://archiveofourown.org/works/41337669/chapters/165533134

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Writer @Marvelfan1209 writes such a great fanfic on Archive of Our Own title I’ve Got You. Natasha (Black Widow) is 14 (or 15) and is taken in by Clint and Laura. So much angst and love and fluffiness. It makes my heart melt! I just had to AI up a little scene. Ive been messing with an image generator for work purposes and got a free trial lol so I’ve been using it.

It’s not perfect since I wanted Clint to have darker hair and Laura as well but such is life…I imagine Clint putting their little girl down for a nap midday since she was falling asleep in his arms anyway!

“Dad I don’t wanna nap.” She muttered, though her whiny voice was a dead giveaway that Nat was tired and ready to be put down to sleep.

“Shhhhh. Just close your eyes. What if I stay with you?”

Link to story:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/36146065/chapters/156985525

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Real shit lmaooo

me as a writer

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TTT Unedited Sneak Peek

As Jack pulled the car up in front of Brooke and Lucas’s house, Izzy’s fingers fiddled at the zipper of her backpack. A red jansport that Sammy had given her. It had become Izzy’s favorite bag. Worn but cool. And one if the biggest pluses is it had once been used bySammy.

Her bag was filled pretty consistently with a fiction book. A kid’s encyclopedia of Dinosaurs. Her phone. And her most recent addition, an iPad gifted to her from Brooke and Lucas. Today, it also carried her stuffed green triceratops. She wasn’t planning on taking it but Sam had suggested it and although it made the eleven year old blush, she still eagerly nodded and put it in her bag.

The preteen tried to keep her expression neutral in the back of the truck, nervously playing with the bag. She tried not to let them see how uneasy she felt. She knew everything was fine. Knew that Sam and Jack were just going to the courthouse to start the filing process for her adoption. It was a good thing. A great thing. But the thought of them being gone—of being apart for so long—made her stomach twist in that uncomfortable way she hated. She’d gotten better at being without them, but it was difficult to hide her uneasiness from her foster parents. Her soon to be real parents.

Jack put the car in park, but neither he nor Sam rushed Isabella to get out. They knew their girl. Knew she needed a minute. Sam turned in her seat, reaching back to tuck a stray curl behind Izzy’s ear.

“Bug, we’re going to come right back,” Sam said gently. “I know it’s not fun being apart for longer than usual on the weekends, but I promise we’ll be back before you know it. We’re just filling the adoption papers and then driving right to you.”

Izzy bit her lip and nodded, but Sam caught the way her fingers clenched around her backpack straps.

Jack spoke up then, turning to face the preteen as well, his voice warm and reassuring. “Iz, nothing—nothing—is gonna keep us from getting back to you, okay? We’ll be safe, and we’ll come right back. And in the meantime, you get to hang out with Sam’s parents, Riley, and Carter. That sounds like a pretty good deal to me.”

Izzy ducked her head, trying to fight the nervous feeling in her chest. It was then that she saw Brooke come out of the house with a warm smile on her face. “Yeah… I know. I’ll be okay,” she mumbled. She liked Brooke and Lucas. They loved on her in such a familiar way. Sam had to learn it from somewhere.

Sam reached out, and Izzy hesitated for only a second before leaning forward into her foster mom’s arms. Sam held her tightly, rubbing soothing circles on her back.

“You don’t have to be okay with it, Izzybear,” Sam murmured. “It’s okay to be nervous. But we are coming back, and you’re so safe with Brooke and Lucas. You gonna be alright sweet pea?”

Izzy nodded against her shoulder but still held on, as if reluctant to let go. When she finally pulled back, Jack was there, ruffling her hair before pulling her into a hug of his own.

“Love you, Izzypop,” he said against the top of her head.

Izzy squeezed him tight, then took a deep breath before whispering, “Bye, Mom. Bye, Dad.”

Sam and Jack froze for half a second. Izzy didn’t use those words often—not yet. It was still new, still something she was slowly letting herself say. And every time, it hit them like a freight train in the best way possible.

In one of her more vulnerable moments, in the midst of her nightmare induced panic. She’d even uttered two words that made the young foster parents turn to putty: mommy and daddy.

And it was while calming her down from her terror that Sam and Jack didn’t think it was possible to love a child more than they loved their Izzy.

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Isabella from Through Thick and Thin

How I envision Izzy looking (close enough AI) Yes she's Latina because so am I lol.

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Unedited Cut Scene from "OSI Short Snippet: School Sucks"

Decided to change this scene and this is what I had written down as my firs thought !

Sam checks in at lunch per her parents' request and was surprised though she schooled her features quickly, that her mom is there 

“Oh my god! Brooke, why are you here?”

“Samantha I know I messed up and shouldn't have come out the car like that this morning.”

“And you thought coming in the middle of the school day during my lunch period where everyone is out would just make me feel better??!” Okay, so maybe she didn’t think this through. But nobody noticed her!

“Hey, Samantha, watch the attitude.” Lucas warned. Brooke had been getting the brunt of her attitude since it’d been her week and he’d had two away games and Lucas could easily tell how contrarian she’d been. 

“Yeah, I know.” Sam crossed her arms and narrowed her eyes, “I’ve just had a terrible attitude about everything. RIght? I heard Brooke tell Haley this morning.”

Brooke shook her head in disbelief, “Samantha, you should not be eavesdropping into private conversations but-”

“I didn’t!” Sam cut her off, defending her honor, “I left my charger on the outlet by your room and I’d gone to go get it!”

“Alright.” A shake of the head, “I am sorry you heard me. But I was venting to my friend. Are you going to tell me you haven’t been in a mood all week?”

“Yeah, I have. Because this place” She gestured at the school, “is ass!”

“You have to give it a chance Samantha!” Brooke retorted.

“Sam, second warning. Your mouth.” Lucas gave their daughter a serious glare that caught the volatile teen’s attention, “You can still lose things, need I remind you.”

Brooke let out a breath when Sam’s ire had quelled slightly, “I didn’t come here to argue with you or to embarrass you. I probably didn’t think it all the way through coming here, but I wanted to make sure you were in front of me when I say that I never should’ve gotten out of the car. I could’ve reacted better. But this third degree treatment is not going to cut it Samantha.”

“Fine. I’ll watch it, okay?” Sam finally conceded, “I’m here, I checked in. Can I go assume my role as the nobody new kid.”

“Sammy, come on,-”

“No, that’s what I am and it’s y’alls fault!”

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Veridia Parenting and Dscipline:

In the whimsical land of Veridia, where adulthood didn’t fully arrive until the age of 30, Alina, a successful fashion designer, had mastered the art of appearing poised and composed in the public eye. Yet, behind the scenes, there was a side of her that refused to let go of her childhood. And tonight, that side was on full display.

Alina had just returned from a glamorous evening event. Her heels clicked against the marble floor as she walked into her luxurious apartment, her mind buzzing with the excitement of the show. But as the clock ticked closer to bedtime, something inside her snapped.

“No! I’m not going to bed!” she whined, stomping her foot in protest. Her voice was high-pitched, her tone more childlike than any grown woman’s should be. She was dressed in an absurdly cute Frozen-themed nightie, its pastel blues and pinks making her look more like a little girl than the fashion mogul everyone admired. She even had a pacifier—her binky—sucked between her lips for comfort as she glared at the floor.

Her mother, always the picture of gentle authority, stepped into the room, arms crossed. “Alina,” she cooed, her voice a mix of exasperation and affection, “what did we talk about? You know it’s bedtime, sweetie. You’ve had a long day, and now it’s time to rest.”

Alina, pulling the binky from her mouth with a pout, crossed her arms over her chest. “I don’t want to go to bed!” she huffed. “I’m a grown-up! I should get to do what I want! I don’t need rest! I’m not a little girl anymore!”

Her mother’s gaze softened with a knowing smile, but her tone turned scolding. “Oh, sweetie, you really think that you’re grown up? Look at you.” She reached down and tugged at the hem of Alina’s Frozen nightie, her voice dripping with mock sweetness. “A big girl like you wearing these cute little jammies? And you’re sucking on a binky like a baby?”

Alina’s face flushed bright red, her lip trembling as her mother’s words sunk in. She stomped her foot again. “It’s not fair, Mommy!” she whined, her voice wobbling as she fell into the childish tantrum she so often threw when things didn’t go her way. “I just want to stay up! You can’t make me go to bed! I’m tired of being treated like a baby!”

Her mother sighed, clearly not impressed by the display. “Sweetheart, you are still my little girl, and you will go to bed when I say. You might be an adult in the world outside, but when you’re in this house, you’re still my child, and that means following my rules.” Her voice was soft, but firm, as she carefully lifted the nightie to change her into something more suitable for sleep.

Alina, now revealing her pull-ups—her mother’s decision to keep her well-managed despite her adult age—felt a wave of humiliation wash over her. She crossed her arms and turned her face away, trying to hide the fact that she was still wearing them. Her mother, however, was unfazed.

“Now, let’s get you into bed, darling,” her mother cooed, lifting Alina’s legs and gently sliding the pull-ups off as if she were dressing a very young child. “We can’t have you running around all night in these, can we? It’s past your bedtime, and you need to rest. You’ve been so naughty tonight.”

Alina’s eyes widened with embarrassment as her mother’s soft hands worked quickly and efficiently to change her, the soft material of the pull-ups now exposed. She felt utterly small as her mother hummed softly to herself, making the process as gentle as possible, but still scolding her in a sing-song voice.

“You’ve been such a little fussbudget tonight, haven’t you, darling?” her mother cooed. “You’re too tired and grumpy to make good decisions, so I’m going to have to take care of everything for you, just like when you were little. You can’t make decisions on your own right now.”

At that moment, Gemma, Alina’s assistant, stood quietly in the doorway. She had been delivering some documents when she caught a glimpse of the scene unfolding. Her phone, seemingly without thinking, clicked as she took a picture of the sight before her: Alina, dressed in her childish jammies, her pull-ups exposed as her mother fussed over her. It was the last thing Gemma had expected to see, but she couldn’t help herself from capturing the moment.

Alina, humiliated beyond belief, could only try to cover herself as her mother cooed, “I know, sweetie. It’s embarrassing, isn’t it? But it’s what you need. You’re acting like such a little girl right now, and I have to remind you what’s best for you. Now, be a good girl and stop fighting me.”

Her voice softened, but the firmness was still there. “You’re going to rest now, and no more fussing. Tantrums are for babies, darling.”

As her mother finished changing her into something more comfortable for sleep, Alina’s heart beat in her chest, her face a mixture of humiliation and frustration. Her voice was barely audible as she muttered, “I’m sorry, Mommy…”

Her mother smiled, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead, completely unbothered by the situation. “I know, sweetie. Now, get some rest. You’ve had your little tantrum, but tomorrow will be a new day, and you’ll be a good girl again, won’t you?”

Alina nodded, sucking her binky once more, her tears slowly subsiding as she realized there was nothing she could do to fight her mother’s loving yet firm authority.

As her mother tucked her into bed, Alina lay there, feeling smaller than ever. Gemma, still hidden in the doorway, snapped one final picture before quietly slipping away. The picture would remain a secret for now, but the image of Alina’s childishness, caught in the middle of a tantrum, would stay with her forever.

Her mother gently whispered as she adjusted the blankets, “Goodnight, my sweet little girl. Tomorrow, we’ll try again. But for now, it’s time for you to sleep.”

Alina sighed, her mind still clouded with the remnants of her tantrum, but there was no fighting it anymore. Tomorrow was a new day, and maybe—just maybe—she would act her age again. But for tonight, she was still her mommy’s little girl, and that meant following the rules of Veridia.

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