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marvelfanfn2187a113 · 8 months

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Hold Me

Dean Winchester x little sister!reader, slight Sam Winchester x little sister!reader

Requested by Anonymous

Synopsis: various times that Dean comforts you because of John.

You and Dean had a special bond. Even before Sam had gone off to college and John disappeared, the two of you had been inseparable since the day John first placed you in Dean’s arms.

He’d been just a teenager then, and you barely a toddler. But he’d flashed you a genuine smile, and you’d giggled, and from that moment on, nothing could separate you.

Dean was the one you always went to when you needed anything, partially because of how close you were and partially because you had no one else.

John was far too consumed with the big picture for you to ever feel comfortable talking about your personal problems, and while you loved Sam, he always tried to psychoanalyze your problems, which was never how you felt like dealing with them.

Dean, however…

…

“Commere baby,” Dean pulled you, his four year old little sister, into his lap, rocking you gently as you cried. John had been gone for five days, and you missed your daddy.

“Dad’s gonna be home soon, really,” Sam tried to soothe you, but you only cried harder.

“Hey, can you bring me her backpack?” Dean asked. Sam tossed it to him.

“Are you alright with her? I want to go get us some dinner,” Sam suggested, feeling bad but also desperate to get away from your crying. You’d been upset for the past couple of days, and he couldn’t take much more.

“Yeah, I’ve got her, bring me back a feast.”

After Sam was gone, Dean lifted you so you were hanging onto his neck and began to rummage through your bag. He came up with a small sippy cup, and went to the fridge to fill it with milk. After heating it up in the motel microwave, he sat back down on his bed and settled you into his lap, placing the cup into your tiny hands.

You quieted almost instantly, bringing the cup to your lips and drinking greedily.

“There you go,” Dean grinned, running his fingers through your hair. “Never too old for the warm milk, works every time, eh?”

You didn’t respond, to intent on the cup in your hands, but you leaned your head against Dean’s stomach, taking a few deep breaths as you finished your drink.

By the time Sam got back, you were fast asleep in Dean’s arms, who was softly humming Metallica.

…

“It wasn’t your fault.”

Sam’s words were meant to be soothing, but you just shook your head.

“Dad says it was.”

“Well he-“

“Sam, you’re with me. Y/N, ride with Dean,” John walked past his kids as he headed for his truck, and Sam reluctantly followed.

You climbed into the Impala without another word, and you rode in silence with Dean for several long minutes.

“Why are we turning?” You’d tried to avoid speaking, because you knew Dean would notice your voice thick with tears. But you couldn’t resist questioning him when he stopped following John’s truck.

“Because the Dairy Queen is this way,” Dean answered simply.

“What?”

“What, you think I didn’t notice the sniffling and the way you can’t even turn in my general direction? You ain’t subtle kid, now what kind of ice cream do you want?”

You gave up trying to hide your tear stained face and turned to look at your brother.

“I don’t get it. I screw up the hunt, and you’re buying me ice cream?”

“Ok first of all, you didn’t screw up the hunt that bad, ok? I know it was your job to reassemble the guns, and-“

“Yeah, and I lost a piece, and it didn’t work! You could’ve-“

“Hey now,” Dean’s voice rose, and you stopped. “Would you just listen? I know, but that wasn’t the only gun we had on the hunt, we were fine one gun short. Look, I’m not gonna pretend you didn’t make a mistake ok? But everyone makes mistakes, and I mean everyone. And dad went at you pretty hard, and I know how much you hate it when he yells. So ice cream it is, now are you gonna tell me what you want or should we just go?”

Five minutes later, you were on the road again, your tears forgotten as both of you belted out to Dean’s Metallica tape between bites of ice cream.

…

The mood in the motel room had been solemn, to say the least, but no one was willing to bring it up. John had passed away just days ago, and the three of you had barely spoken to each other since. Sam had tried to talk to you, mostly because he knew that every time you went to “take a walk”, you really just wanted to cry your eyes out. But the last thing you wanted to do what talk about John. He wasn’t always the best man, but he was your dad.

What made matters worse, however, was that even though Sam had tried several times to help you, Dean seemed to be avoiding you entirely. You didn’t expect him to try to talk about it, that wasn’t his style, but you also didn’t expect him to ignore your existence.

But when Sam left for a food run and the time came to confront him about it, you were nervous. What if he just needed some space? After all, he was probably the closest to John.

Well, if that was the case, then maybe you could help him this time, but you couldn’t leave things the way they were, it was too hard.

“Dean?”

Dean looked up from John’s journal, which he was reading while stretched out on his bed.

“What’s up?”

“Um…” now that the moment had come, you weren’t sure of what to say. “How’s it going?”

He sighed, gesturing at the book.

“Not great, haven’t found anything of use yet.”

You swallowed, “That’s not really what I meant. How’s it going…like with you?” You cringed inwardly. This sounded ridiculous, even to your own ears.

Dean closed the book, frowning.

“Fine.”

You sighed, “No, really.”

Dean scoffed, “Who are you, Sam? What’s going on with you?”

“I just…I wanted to know,” you shrugged.

“You and me both know that you don’t want to stand here and talk about feelings.”

“It’s better than not talking at all,” you dropped your gaze at this, too embarrassed to meet Dean’s eye. Maybe you were wrong, he hadn’t been avoiding you, he was just quiet or something.

“What do you mean? We can talk, we’re talking now.”

You gained a little bit of your courage back.

“Yeah, and this is the first time in days. Dean, you’ve barely even looked at me since…” your breath caught. You couldn’t say it, not yet.

Dean seemed to catch on that you were done, and he sighed.

“Kid, I don’t know what you’re-“

“I’m not just a kid anymore!” You didn’t mean to yell, and when Dean’s eyebrows rose in surprise you brought your voice down. “Please, don’t lie to me.”

Dean opened his mouth to speak, then closed it again. Finally, he cleared his throat, and found the words.

“I can’t fix this.”

“What?”

Dean put the journal down and gestured for you to get closer, so you climbed up on his bed and sat next to him.

“I can’t just buy you a treat and play Metallica and wait for you to stop crying, ok? I can’t put a bandaid on this. I can’t distract you from it, it’s too big.”

You looked up at your big brother, and his eyes looked more broken now than they did when John died.

“You wanted to fix this for me?”

“Of course,” Dean reached up and brushed a stray tear off your cheek. “That’s all I ever want to do. But baby…I can’t. I’m sorry. I’ve been avoiding you, you’re right. And it’s because I know I can’t make this go away.”

“You don’t have to make it go away. I don’t need an answer to all life’s problems, I just need my big brother.”

“But what do you need me to do?” He demanded desperately.

“Be here.”

You could see in his eyes that it wasn’t enough, he needed to know he was helping you. You sighed softly.

“Open your arms.”

He frowned, but obeyed. You scooted closer, depositing yourself in his lap and leaning your forehead against his chest. He hesitantly wrapped his arms around you, one hand coming up to cradle your head.

“I just want this,” you whispered, and you felt Dean’s arms tighten comfortingly around you.

“Then I’m here,” he promised.

When Sam came back, tired and worn down, he felt a smile creep onto his lips when he opened to motel door to see you asleep in Dean’s arms, and it took him less than a second to recognize Dean’s humming as Metallica.

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baby--charchar · 2 months

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Baby Vaggie and Autism!

Cw: description of a meltdown, based on my own experiences having them. Absolutely okay if anyone needs to skip this.

So it goes without saying that Vaggie is straight up autistic, not just autistic when she's regressed. However, Big Vaggie had been trained to SEVERELY mask as an exorcist, where there was no tolerance for burnout, sensory issues, or social fatigue. It probably crossed the lines into straight up abuse multiple times.

In Hell, she still tries to keep up that mask. Her urge to protect Charlie and her team leads her to giving herself no leeway to accommodate herself. I think that while she overall thrives with her newfound family, her constant masking is still tearing her apart. She likely had many shut-downs that others misinterpreted as her just being moody.

Learning to unmask probably began as it's own process apart from regression. But I feel that they likely converged after one major meltdown. Vaggie felt like a pressure cooker about to explode with everything going on, then something relatively small happened to break the camel's back so to speak. One minute she's silent on the couch in the lobby, filling out legal paperwork, then the next she's screaming her lungs out and flipping the table.

I imagine her meltdowns as rare but SEVERE. Lots of screaming, hyperventilating, pacing around the room, banging her head, and biting herself. Months and months of that pressure releasing in one instantaneous explosion.

Charlie would be so scared and wouldn't know what to do. She just wants to hold Vaggie, but every time she tries, Vaggie just panics more.

Lucifer doesn't REALLY have experience with this, but he has strong "papa bear" instincts for both of his girls. He lets Vaggie ride it out just until she's no longer being unsafe. After which he places his hands on her shoulders and gently guides her towards the elevator. He keeps repeating, "You're safe, you're okay. We're going to your room. We're gonna rest." She's still sobbing, but she starts to untense the more he assures her.

Once they're home, Vaggie is still overwhelmed but is doing better. She wants Charlie's touch and is squeezing her HARD, mustering up as much deep pressure as she can. Lucifer gets her some water in a sippy cup (sensing where Vaggie is headed) and it helps.

By the time she's recovered, she is VERY deep into baby space. Enough to where she's struggling to sit up and walk on her own. Lucifer gets her changed and into her favorite pajamas. It's not long before she slips into sleep.

Moving forward, Charlie and Lucifer try encouraging Vaggie to unmask: find stims she likes, rest more, whatever that means for her to make herself more comfortable. Big Vaggie is naturally resistant, always pushing herself to do more, to BE more for the hotel. But Baby Vaggie? You don't have to tell her twice.

Baby Vaggie feels safe with Charlie and Lucifer. She's finally relaxed enough to follow her own instincts, whether that be how she moves her body, how she gets her point across, or just how she entertains herself.

Vaggie is completely nonverbal, but finds other ways to communicate. She knows that if she screams long enough, someone will come pay attention to her. She really likes that system, so there is LOTS of screaming. They get good at recognizing what different screams mean, like "I want food," "I need to be changed," or just, "I want to spend time with someone."

Charlie makes her a small communication card and keeps it clipped to a lanyard that Vaggie can wear. It has all her favorite foods, toys, and people, for when she really needs to be specific.

She also keeps a large chewie on that lanyard. Without it, Vaggie's prone to putting nearly anything in her mouth, be it her clothes, blankets, crayons, whatever. All her shirts have tiny little holes from her gnawing.

Vaggie has lots of sensory needs. Some of them, like food and smells, she's very restrictive about. She has very few foods she'll eat in her headspace, and abhors any lotions or powders on her skin.

For other senses, she just can't get enough of them. As a former soldier who was VERY active, her body's used to heavy input to her muscular and balance systems (proprioception and vestibular). This honestly scared Lucifer at first because she would do some very unsafe things to soothe her body, like running into walls at full speed or climbing up on the kitchen counters. It took him a long time to realize what the hell she was doing, let alone how he could help her.

But once he got it, he got it. He set up so many "sensory stations" for her in both his room as well as Vaggie's. She's got trampolines, a crash pad, a swing attached to the ceiling, and a baby bouncer custom built for her. She can have SO much energy and often ends up running between all four of these when she's regressed.

It's important to note that she's on trampoline #4. Numbers 1-3 were just no match for her boundless energy.

Side note: that boundless energy may also come at night, as Vaggie has a hard time regulating her sleep. Lucifer is such a Bewildered Dad over her, but their late nights have made way for good bonding time. Vaggie honestly feels just as safe with Lucifer as she does Charlie. Her little family.

Vaggie can be very repetitive with what she enjoys, especially TV or music. She can play the same 3-second clip over and over again and bust out laughing every time.

Vaggie also loves COLORS. Her blocks are her favorite toy because of just how many beautiful colors they come in. Pastels, primaries, jewel tones, you name it. She loves sorting them by color, shade, tones, etc.

Baby Vaggie is a huge fan of messy play. Charlie loves playing in the sandbox or pool with her, and splashing is so mesmerizing to her. She also loves just getting into things, like makeup, slime, food, shower gels, whatever. She can absolutely DEMOLISH a room.

But that comes with the stipulation that she gets to be clean after! The jetted tub in their room is her favorite place to be after a long day being big or little! She just has to be watched very closely by someone so she can stay safe (and of course, NOT destroy the bathroom).

Because being little is the only time Vaggie seems to not want to suppress herself, Charlie encourages her to regress often. She loves Baby Vaggie! And Vaggie always seems so much more content after a couple of hours in babyspace. It's just a good balance, and it's a system that works for them!

#hazbin hotel age regression #hazbin hotel agere #little!vaggie #autistic vaggie #cg!lucifer #cg!charlie #autistic agere #sfw age regression #hazbin hotel #lucifer morningstar #charlie morningstar #vaggie

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unfortunate-songbird · 2 years

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ok hear me out

what if April was older

pov you’re like 15, working your after school job at your local pet store, nbd

Then this guy walks in wearing a literal suit of armor. It’s bright blue. He’s got long pinkish hair and golden horns. Are those freaking gargoyles on his shoulders. he asks for four turtles.

Sure, whatever. New York be like that sometimes. You get him four turtles, different types. While you’re, like, ringing up the turtles or w/ever, he starts droning on about how he’s going to mutate them into the greatest warriors in the universe and use them to reclaim his peoples’ rightful place on the surface

you aren’t really paid enough for this, but honestly it’s either this or freaking McDonald’s, so you deal with it

guy takes his turtles and leaves

maybe you mostly forget

maybe it keeps you up a few nights, idk

you get fired four months later in an incident that Totally wasn’t your fault but the managers just saw thirty hamsters dyed bright pink and jumped to conclusions, yknow? That’s how it be sometimes

Anyways, picture about 3 years later

you pick up a part time delivery job at a pizza place. Not ideal, but when you’ve been blacklisted from the majority of businesses in your general area, beggars can’t be choosers. Anyways, a guy asks for 3 large pizzas. You can hear kids yelling in the background. He sounds tired. Mood. then he asks you to leave them in an alleyway near a manhole. uhhhhh

look, you’re dead inside from customer service, but you’ve still got a Little of that investigative spirit that got you expelled from that fancy smancy high school sophomore year

So you wait

A rat man (!!?!???) emerges from the sewer, holding a very small toddler that’s also a turtle (?!???!?)

Wait. wait. wait.

that guy from the pet store.

no way.

Anyways, it takes a lot of yelling, panic, a few ninja moves (??) and some really awful lies from the rat man, but they manage to talk it out. It helps when one bawling turtle kiddo quiets after a couple minutes of the April O’Neil flair. (For once’s she’s grateful for her many younger cousins)

besides, she’s basically their aunt at this point. She sold them to the goat man, so she kinda counts. She’s pretty sure Rat Man- Splints- is just glad to have some help wrangling the disasters. He pays her nicely for her services, which is great, so she drops the other jobs and babysits mutant turtles in the sewers. It’s weird, for sure, but it could be way worse.

Plus, they’re all so cute.

Raph is super helpful, always following her around and trying to participate in whatever she’s doing. It’s so cute watching him bite his lip as he carefully fills Mikey’s sippy cup with juice (April holding onto the carton to make sure he doesn’t spill everywhere)

Donnie is super smart already, eagerly recounting to April whatever cool facts he’s learned. April buys him some Legos to build stuff, and he’s over the moon about them. Mikey eats one of the pieces, leading to a few hours of panic and a lifelong hatred of people touching his stuff.

Leo is a little show off, always yelling “April, April!! Lookit this!!” (Those words have proceeded, to date: three broken bones (at least mutants heal quickly), two sprained ankles, a sprained wrist, a nasty cut down his leg, and more scraped up knees that April can count).

Mikey is much less of a daredevil on his own, but he’s quick to copy whatever dangerous stunt Leo is doing. He’s always easily mollified with colorful bandaids, though, and Leo has more than once abandoned a trick when he sees Mikey trying to attempt it too. His drawings cover both the lair’s fridge and April’s own.

((( idk what this was I just think it’s very cute. My brain went “haha Draxum in a pet shop” and then everything else happened. i don’t know where Splinter gets his money, but he obviously Has it. He doesn’t work, but the boys can still afford pizza and have allowances (I’m assuming, since it’s unlikely they have jobs to earn money, so whatever they get is probably from Splinter.) and also?? Electricity?? (Where do they get that)

anyway I have Many questions that are never answered about that)))

#rottmnt #rottmnt april #rottmnt draxum #rottmnt splinter #rottmnt leo #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt mikey #rottmnt raph #turtle tots #rottmnt au #april babysitter au

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destinedfordiaperstories · 2 months

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Sammy's Little Problem, Chapter 16

Read Chapter Fifteen here.

Alyssa smiled. They were making progress. At least Sammy decided on the rest of her diapers without much more of a fuss. Still, there were plenty more opportunities for meltdowns ahead.

It wasn’t easy, but Sammy managed to pick out her daytime, nighttime, and swim diapers without feeling horrible. Even when she looked at the nighttime diaper samples, which she swore were twice as thick as the daytime diapers. But she found some cute—and she hated that she thought they were cute—pink ones that had a different Disney Princess on each one.

Choosing swim diapers felt even more strange. The thought of needing diapers even to swim made her blush harder than she anticipated. Another thing to worry about. And how she could hide those poofy diapers under her swimsuit was something she wouldn’t let herself dwell on. That’s future Sammy’s problem, she said to herself.

Sammy had to distract herself from watching Allie scan all the diapers, though. She kept scanning and scanning. The number of diapers piling up. And she would go through every single one, whether she wanted to or not.

She still wasn’t used to the idea she’d be in diapers every day for the rest of her life. Knowing that her last diaper-free day was behind her. That she would never use the toilet again. The toilet would become nothing more than an ornament, a memorial in the bathroom. Everything will end up in the seemingly endless supply of diapers Allie was scanning.

Sammy was startled back to reality. She felt Allie’s hand reach under her skirt, checking her diaper. It was done so casually, so mechanically that Sammy felt even more infantile. Apparently, Allie decided that she’d check her diapers the same way as any other toddler.

“You’re a little wet, Sammy,” Allie said matter-of-factly, “but I think you can go another hour or so.”

“Okay,” Sammy responded meekly.

“Now, there’s a few more things we need in the L1/L2 combined section before we move on. Sippy cups and bottles are the next aisle over, then—”

“Alyssa? I thought I recognized you!” A woman interjected, happy to see Alyssa.

“Oh, wow, hi Linda, it’s great to see you,” Alyssa responds, “didn’t expect to run into you in the diaper aisle!”

Linda was one of the few women that matched Alyssa in height. Her smile was contagious. She seemed every bit as warm and comforting as Alyssa. Standing next to her was a shy girl who looked to be a few years older than Sammy. She was dressed a bit more…mature than Sammy, though still obviously looking every bit like a Little. Sammy could detect no diaper bulge, though.

“Yeah, Emily here has been having a bit of a problem staying dry during naptime at preschool. Her pull-ups aren’t cutting it anymore, so her teacher recommended she bring some diapers until she gets it under control.”

Emily’s face flushed red. Unlike Sammy, she clearly never expected to be in diapers. She looked at Sammy, almost daring her to say something. Sammy offered her a sympathetic smile.

“But enough about me, Allie, you didn’t tell me you adopted a Little! That’s so exciting! I’ve been wondering when it would happen!”

“It only happened a few days ago! This is Sammy, my Little.”

Linda beamed at Sammy. “Hi, Sammy! It’s nice to meet you! You’re a lucky girl, Allie is probably the best person I’ve ever met!”

Sammy stood there, embarrassed. “T-thank you,” Sammy mumbled, “it’s nice to meet you.”

“Sammy is my little sister Lindsay’s best friend. You met her a few times when we were at USC. She took her classification results pretty hard. She’s an L2, but I knew I couldn’t let her go to an adoption center. I’ve known her too long to let that happen.”

Emily gave Sammy a piteous look upon hearing Sammy was an L2.

“Well, I’m happy to hear that! I know it can be hard at first, Sammy, but you are in great hands,” Linda says before turning to Emily, “this is my Little, Emily. She’s an L3.”

“Hi Sammy,” Emily adds.

“Nice to meet you,” Sammy says, trying to sound as mature as possible.

“Well, I hate to run, Allie, but we need to run, I need to drop Emily off with her diapers before I rush to work,” Linda said, “but we should schedule a playdate soon so we can catch up!”

“That would be great!” Allie agrees, “it’s been way too long. I’ll call you soon to set something up!”

Moments later, Allie and Sammy are alone again. Sammy was still recovering, she’d never met another Little in person. Seeing an L3 made her jealous, if she had to be Little, why couldn’t she have been an L3?

“Linda is so sweet,” Allie says, “she was one of my best friends when I was at USC. I don’t know why we lost touch…but, anyway, where were we?”

Sammy didn’t want to be the one who reminded Allie about her sippy cups. So she just shot Allie an innocent look of uncertainty.

“Oh, that’s right! We need to get you some bottles and sippy cups!”

“Do I really need bottles, Allie? Or sippy cups? I’m not a baby and I can drink without spilling.”

“You’re not the one who will have to clean up the spills, Sammy. And besides, won’t it just be easier not having to worry about spilling?”

Sammy was willing to concede the sippy cups, but not the bottles. “I guess so, Allie, but do I really need a baby bottles?”

“You don’t need to use them all the time, Sammy, but I’m sure every once in a while it will be easier for you. Especially when you’re really tired. I’ll only get a few and we can figure it out as we go.”

“Fine,” Sammy whimpers.

“Oh, look at these Sammy!” Allie exclaims, pointing to a set of cups, “these match your diapers! Look they all have princesses on them!”

Sammy wasn’t sure about this new Disney Princess motif. Sure, she loved them growing up, but to go back to them like this wasn’t what she ever expected. “Those are fine,” Sammy says.

They move to the next aisle. A whole row dedicated to pacifiers. A seemingly endless supply of colors, variations, and sizes. Just looking at them filled Sammy with emotion.

“Okay, Sammy, try not to get overwhelmed with choices,” Allie says, mistaking the look on Sammy’s face.

Sammy’s eye’s begin to tear up again. Pacifiers were for babies. Not her.

Alyssa realizes in the nick of time what Sammy was thinking. She found a cute pink pacifier, scanned it, and opened the packaging. Before Sammy could react, she placed it in her mouth.

The foreign object startled Sammy. But to her surprise, before she could spit it out or yell at Allie, her mouth started sucking on the nipple. It was…calming. Her mind wanted to reject it, but couldn’t. No, this was okay.

Alyssa smiled as she watched Sammy accept it. She’d been waiting for this moment since she asked Sammy to be her Little. Nothing soothes a tantruming Little faster than her pacifier.

“How do you like it, Sammy?” she coos.

It took a few seconds for Sammy to respond. “ith nithe I gueth,” Sammy said clumsily, not used to talking with it in her mouth.

“Well I think you look so cute,” Allie laughs, “now can we choose some pacifiers?”

Even Sammy was startled how much her pacifier calmed her. She almost didn’t even care how she looked. A few minutes later, Sammy had picked out a collection of them. As they moved to the next aisle, she didn’t even think about taking it out.

The next section was changing tables. Alyssa didn’t bother asking Sammy her input for this. She looked at each one in detail, deciding which one fit her needs best. Each of them looked the exact same to Sammy, but Alyssa looked at each like it was completely different. Finally, Alyssa looked satisfied and scanned the one she wanted.

They reached the changing table pad section. Alyssa had Sammy lay on each one, asking her which one felt the most comfortable. “Make sure you choose a comfortable one, Sammy, You’ll be spending a good amount of time on it!”

Once Sammy chose, they went to the bedding section. Sammy’s heart sank when she saw most of the selection was cribs. “Do I really need a crib, Allie?”

“Well, that depends, honey. If I catching you sneaking out of bed too often, yes. But for now I think we can settle on a hybrid bed. The ones over there have much smaller railings to keep you from falling out of bed. But if necessary, it can convert into a crib.”

The process went remarkably similar to the changing table. Alyssa looked at each model in detail, ultimately choosing without Sammy’s input. Sammy, however, got to choose her own mattress.

“We’re making great time!” Alyssa grinned, “you’re doing such a good job, Sammy. I’m proud of you!”

“Thankth,” Sammy responded, blushing at the realization she’s had her pacifier in the whole time.

Sammy watched Alyssa as she fumbled with something in the cart. She saw a flash of something pink before Alyssa turned around and walked over to her. Alyssa was checking her diaper before she could react.

“Wow, Sammy, you really soaked this, I’m glad I checked! We need to get you changed really quick.”

Without warning, Alyssa picked Sammy up and carefully placed her in the cart, making sure Sammy’s feet went through each opening. Sammy felt her diaper squish as she was placed down. She didn’t remember having a single accident.

Though that was the least of Sammy’s concerns. Being picked up without any warning made her feel so tiny. Especially now, as she was essentially face to face with Alyssa pushing the cart. She looked down, realizing her swollen diaper was on full display, her skirt unable to cover the diaper.

“Sorry, Sweetie, but it was just easier this way.”

As Sammy was pushed to the back of the store, she tried to ignore the smiles of other Caregivers as they saw her, eyes always drifting down to her diaper. There were the “awws” and “she’s so cute!” every time she passed anyone.

Finally, they reached the changing area. The women’s bathroom had a series of changing tables. Alyssa swung the diaper bag on her shoulder before picking Sammy up, laying her down next to another Little. The Little showed no sign of reaction, nor said anything in return to her Caregiver’s questions. Sammy assumed she must be an L1. The Caregiver gave Sammy a wave.

As she watched, Sammy felt the tabs being ripped from her diaper. She suddenly felt embarrassed again, sucking on her pacifier harder than ever. To her horror, Sammy realized Alyssa had picked out a nighttime diaper for Sammy. It’s size was immediately apparent as Alyssa fluffed it.

Alyssa noticed Sammy’s apprehension. “I know it’s a nighttime diaper, Sammy, but we have to go look at clothes and car seats next, and I want to make sure everything we choose one that fits all your diapers, okay?”

Sammy didn’t want to wear it but wanted to get out of this changing room as soon as possible. Public diaper changes were always so embarrassing. She just nods silently.

As the diaper is pulled up to her stomach, Sammy realizes just how much thicker it actually was. Even dry it felt thicker than the soggy diaper she was just changed out of.

“There, all done, Sammy,” Allie bubbled, picking Sammy up and putting her down.

Sammy realizes how much harder it is to walk like this. She couldn’t put her legs together even if she wanted to. The diaper was clearly visible below her skirt. Sammy can only imagine how she looks right now, standing there in a diaper her clothes do nothing to hide, a pacifier that matches her diaper in her mouth.

She doesn’t think it could get any worse until she tries to take a step. She started waddling like a baby taking their first ever steps, unsteady on their feet.

“Okay, Sammy, you ready?”

Go to Chapter 17.

#ab/dl babygirl #ab/dl community #cg/l #cg/l little #cg/l community #cg/l lifestyle #sammyslittleproblem #diaper community #ab/dl fiction #ab/dl lifestyle

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alyswritings · 2 years

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JJ's Sick Baby

Request: hiii i hope you’re having a lovely day/night/afternoon/evening whenever you’re reading this :)) i was wondering if you could write a jj maybank x daughter reader where reader wakes up sick one day and jj takes care of reader with a bunch of fluff or whatever you want btw love your work!! its so comforting 🫂🤍

JJ Maybank x daughter!reader

Summary: JJ takes care of his sick baby.

Warnings: none

a/n: thank you for the request!! so sorry it took so long to get out! hope you all enjoy!

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JJ walks into the bedroom where his two year old is still laying in bed.

"Let's go, munchkin." JJ claps his hands, the toddler groaning in response. "Hey. What's up with you? You're usually up before me. We gotta get you to daycare, babe."

"Icky." Y/N mumbles. She presses her palm into her eye and rubs it until JJ gently pulls her hand away.

"Icky?" He asks and she nods. JJ puts the back of his hand to her forehead and cheeks. "Oh, baby, you're burning up." He mutters. "Hang on." He goes to the bathroom and quickly finds the thermometer.

JJ returns to the bedroom as Y/N is having a small coughing fit.

"Hey, hey, here. Have some water." JJ grabs his water bottle and helps her take a couple sips of it. "Okay, let's put this under your armpit." JJ puts the thermometer under her arm, holding her arm down gently so it stays there. His other hand gently pushes her hair away from her face, smoothing her bedhead down.

The thermometer beeps and JJ takes it, reading it to see she has a temperature of 100.0.

"That's not great." JJ mumbles. "I'm gonna call your doctor, okay? Just lay down and relax." He tells her. Y/N lays down, JJ pulling the blanket up to her shoulders.

After getting off the phone with the doctor, JJ returns to the bedroom, Y/N asleep. JJ called his work, informing he couldn't come in today, needing to stay with Y/N.

- - -

A couple of hours, Y/N wakes up, leaving the bedroom in search for her father. JJ wanted to let her sleep, knowing how terrible being sick is.

"Daddy?" Y/N calls, JJ looking up from where he is sitting on the couch.

"Hey. Hey, pretty girl." JJ softly greets. He walks over to her and picks her up. "How you doin'?"

"Bleh." She says, digging her face into his shoulder. JJ runs his hand over her hair, swaying her a bit.

"You hungry?" He asks and she nods.

JJ goes to the kitchen and makes some toast, putting peanut butter on it and filling Y/N's sippy cup with apple juice.

JJ goes to the couch and sits down, placing Y/N on his lap, the girl leaning against his chest. JJ plays a movie on his phone while Y/N eats her toast, taking her time with it so she doesn't risk getting an upset stomach.

- - -

A few hours later, Y/N's temperature has gone down a bit, but she's still coughing and icky feeling. Y/N hasn't stopped coughing for the past five minutes, despite JJ's efforts to help her out. He tried patting her back, but that didn't help, and giving her water didn't do anything except make her cough it back up.

"Okay, this happened once when you were a lot smaller. We gotta go to the bathroom." JJ picks her up and makes his way to the bathroom. He sets Y/N on the floor and grabs some towels. JJ returns to the bathroom where Y/N is sitting on the floor and waiting.

JJ shuts the door and puts a towel down to block any air coming out from the crack. He turns the shower on and puts the water on the hottest setting, letting it run.

"What?" Y/N asks.

"This will help you stop coughing, I promise. It might take a little while, but it'll help." JJ assures. He wraps a towel around her and cuddles her, patting her back as she continues to cough.

- - -

They're still in the bathroom which is full of steam by now. JJ has taken his shirt off and he puts Y/N's hair in his best attempt at a ponytail. He's still cuddling her and she is only wearing her pull-up, JJ taking her clothes off since she was complaining about them sticking to her.

JJ quietly hums as he pats her back, Y/N's coughs having subsided, except for the occasional one or two.

"Princess?" JJ quietly asks. "You feeling better, honey?"

"Mm-hmm." Y/N hums, enjoying the comfort her dad brings.

They stay in there until Y/N's gone at least fifteen minutes without coughing, JJ just wanting to be sure.

"Okay, ready to move?" JJ asks. "Y/N?" He asks after not getting a response. He holds her arm up just to let go, it dropping onto his chest.

"And you, my little baby, are out." JJ whispers. JJ carefully stands up and turns the water of. He opens the bathroom door and makes his way to the bedroom they sleep in.

JJ quickly puts a pair of pajamas on Y/N so she doesn't get cold. He gets in bed and lays down with Y/N on his chest. JJ rubs her back, the toddler stirring, but only to move her head to face the other way.

JJ quietly hums while he rubs her back, making sure she stays asleep.

"You'll feel better in the morning, princess." JJ whispers, softly kissing the top of her head before falling asleep himself.

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sebsxphia · 11 months

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Regressing with preacher!rhett 🥹

You heard the rustle of Rhett’s keys as he came in the door.

“I got you some more ibuprofen lil lamb-” He paused. “What’s wrong, sweet girl?” Rhett knelt by your side of the worn out motel bed.

“Feelin’ little, dada.” You got out. Still hazy from your nap prior to this conversation. Rhett took in the sight before him. His sweet little lamb, all bundled up with their blankie and stuffie.

“Oh sweet baby,” Rhett brushed your baby hairs out that escaped your braids out of you face. “Don’t worry, daddy’s here.” Rhett kissed your forehead before he stood up and changed out of his dirty clothes. You felt the bed dip beside you as Rhett got under the covers with you.

“This alright, little one?” He snaked his arm around your body, his wrist adorned with the bracelet you’d made him a few weeks back. You’ve never seen him take it off. Rhett felt you nod against his chest as you both lay there and listen to the hum of the TV.

￫ a/n: you know how much i love this idea my love 🥹 headcanons for the ‘ptolemaea. | the verses.’ universe.

￫ c/w: heavy religious themes, age regression and preacher!rhett abbott.

Preacher Rhett knew of your age regression. You’d mentioned it to him within a confessional booth three weeks into the relationship you were slowly forming.

You admitted it within the confessional booth because it felt like a sin, but your Preacher was there to soothe your mind and assure you that it was in fact, okay.

When your Preacher came out of the confessional booth with you by his side, he was no longer your Preacher but Rhett. Rhett who wanted to learn more about it, what it meant to you and what you needed from him.

It had only happened on one occasion prior back in your town, but he noticed it happening more on your way out West, which he could understand why.

You had your small lamb stuffed animal which you retrieved quickly from your home when you left, and one other prized possession. A small knitted blanket that smelt like home.

Rhett quickly learned that these two items became essential to your age regression when you were on the road. They were the only two items you had to soothe yourself. Those, plus Rhett himself.

To entertain yourself on the road, there wasn’t much you could do. You and Rhett both had duffel bags with your clothing, but he wanted to get you something personal that you could carry around, with little things inside to entertain yourself.

Stopping off in one of the lonesome towns, he purchased a carry on size, leather satchel, backpack. The leather was worn, but it was decorated in intricate stitching and embroidery with an array of flowers and bugs. It had clearly been loved by a child, before it was handed off to the second hand store.

In tow, he got you a colouring book and brightly coloured pencils. The front of the colouring book was fading from the sunlight of being sat in the window for so long, but you were going to bring it back to life.

With what money he had stolen from the Church (and other passers by on the road), he had to be careful with how much he was spending, but Rhett couldn’t resist treating you to these final two items.

From a chain supermarket down the children’s aisle, he got you a set of two pacifiers and a sippy cup. Both were matching with little illustrated drawings of cowboys and farm animals.

In your backpack, you carried your beloved stuffed animal and blanket, your colouring book and pencils and lastly, your pacifiers and sippy cup. It was deemed as, “your little bag.”

When Rhett presented you with this gift, you squealed loudly and your eyes lit up with pure joy. As you repeated a heightened flurry of, “thank you, Dada!” his heart was fluttering in his own chest and swelling with love. He hadn’t seen you so happy for a long time.

Rhett had your colouring book and whatever was running on the Motel television at the time to keep you entertained.

If you were driving along and feeling little, Rhett could see when you’d start getting restless. If it was during the day, he would make the decision to stop off in the middle of nowhere and run around with his little lamb.

He would play tag and hide and seek. There was no one around for miles, and he loved hearing your sweet and carefree laugh run through the mountains and dust plains. He hadn’t heard you laugh and squeal with excitement like this, ever.

It would always tire you out enough that you would fall asleep with your head resting on his lap as he drove the truck the last couple of miles to the Motel. He’d park up, pay the fare for the night, and hoist you to his hip, carrying you gently to bed.

He would call you his, “sweet baby,” “sweet girl,” “little one” and his, “sweet little lamb.”

In turn you would call him, “Dada” which always tugged on his heart strings that you couldn’t quite muster out the full, “Daddy.”

He would let you nibble and babble on his fingertips when you weren’t feeling sleepy enough to have your pacifier just yet.

You both wore the bracelets you’d so lovingly made and Rhett never took his off. He wore it with pride. He wore it with love. To be your caregiver was the greatst gift from God.

#💌you’ve got mail #sunblchdfly <33 #rhett abbott #preacher!rhett abbott #sebs agere #rhett abbott x y/n #rhett abbott x you #rhett abbott x reader #rhett abbott fluff #rhett abbott imagine #rhett abbott drabble #rhett abbott series #rhett abbott x female reader #rhett abbott fanfiction #rhett abbott fic #outer range #lewis pullman

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xbeezchaos · 1 year

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BPD! Scaramouche pt.4

Agere Scara X Caretaker Reader!!!

Before we go into the fun part. Here’s a little breakdown of BPD and agere for those who may not understand/know.

A common trait of bpd that isn’t on the list of requirements for diagnosis is age regression! It’s a coping skill in which the person regresses back to a younger mindset to escape problems that feel too big for them. This can help with inner child healing, anxiety, depression etc. it’s completely healthy and non sexual.

Now. The regressor can range from ages of a small infant to young kid. It’s all dependent on how comfortable that person feels and where their mind naturally falls when they enter said headspace. For someone with bpd. This can be a great way to handle our emotions. Our emotions switch often, and are way too big for our bodies with how extreme these emotions can feel.

There’s also another aspect. Caretaking. A caretaker is someone who looks after a regressor in which they’ll take on a “mommy” or “daddy” role. Nicknames can range variously depending on what the caretaker and regressor like and agree upon. It can be someone who you’re dating or just friends with.

Notes: pacifier, sippy cups, crying, meltdowns are all going to be included. Along with extra fluffy content and comfort. Now enjoy!!!

You’ve been scaras partner and caretaker for a long time. About 3 years now.

He made sure it was one of the first things he mentioned to you when getting to know each other when you first started testing the waters of your relationship

Ironically you’d been interested in caretaking and had tried it out a few times in the past. But never had someone who was your little.

It took a while for him to open up, but he was the sweetest (and most times brattiest) little you’d ever met.

Very opposite of his normal sarcastic, and domineering attitude, when he regresses he’s the shyest little boy ever.

His age range is 3-4 years old.

He likes plushies, pacis, sensory toys, and soft blankets.

He has a favorite comfort movie he makes you watch with him.

He really likes to be picked up and wrap his legs around your waist. He’ll cling onto you for hours if he can. And you’ll let him.

“Bubba I wan uppies! Pick me up!”

“I want my sippy please!”

Likes to spin around and dance even when there’s no music playing

Loves repeating nursery rhymes and gets excited when you sing with him

Short attention span and cranky attitude when he needs a nap

Can only sleep while holding onto you or your hand

Hates the dark. Has to have a nightlight, LED lights, a tv or something else that radiates light when the overhead lights are turned off

Loves letting you dress him up. You always pick the best outfits and you’re so gentle when helping him change.

He gives the biggest and nicest hugs ever.

Is super cuddly and clingy. And will side eye anyone who tries talking to you or taking your attention away when he’s resting on you.

“Bun. It’s ok, it’s just the adults talking that’s all.” You rub his back trying to soothe his obvious annoyance but to no avail

He glared at the person you’re talking to, clinging onto you tighter and starts angry babbling

“Mine bubba, go away! Bubba mine. Miiiiinnnneeeee.”

“Yes yours, Bun. Now let’s relax ok?” You kiss the top of his head, and it takes a while and having to force the other person leave but he soon melts back into your arms.

He loves it when you hold his face and squish it. Telling him he’s a good boy and how much you love him

His entire face lights up, normally dull violet eyes not filled with an adorable sparkle of happiness and light you wished would last forever.

His euphoric episode crashes were the most often time he’d need to regress. But other times it could be simply when he’s too stressed and need to feel like he’s not all alone.

Splitting can still happen when he’s little. But he tends to come down from a bad split crying out apologies of how he never meant to hurt his bubba.

To him, you’re his entire life saver at times. You help him when he feels so out of control. And you guide him back to it without even realizing. All it can take is a simple “I’m here, bun. It’s ok.” And everything stops hurting so bad after a while. He can feel at peace with you for the first time in his entire life.

He’s lived a long time without having safety be a feeling he could ever have. He lives you and cherishes you for every minute of that he gets with you and tries his best to return that to you always.

Im so tired and haven’t proof read anything. But honestly I rarely ever do so. Yes. Anyways I hope you guys like this I’ve poured out every thought I could into this and please let me know if you want more!!!

#writing #genshin impact #fluff #oneshots #reader insert #bpd stuff #fandom agere #bpd scaramouche #scaramouche x reader #wanderer #scaranation

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alejandroseyepatch · 3 months

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HIII! I was wondering if you could do a fic with regressor Noah and CG Duncan or Alejandro where Noah has a fever of that's alr, tysm :DD

Regressor! Noah w/ Caregiver! Alejandro

Alejandro hadn’t let Noah out of his sight today, since the boy woke up little and with a fever. He knew Noah was going to be really clingy and fussy, and would just need the extra attention.

The two were both laying in bed currently, while watching cartoons. Noah was on top of Alejandro, clinging to him. Alejandro was fine with it. He noticed that Noah had stopped fussing so much ever since getting out on top of his caregiver.

Alejandro was tiredly staring at the tv, his eyes beginning to close. He and Noah had been up since around five o’clock in the morning, so they were both pretty tired.

Though after about a minute, Alejandro’s eyes shot open when he heard the sounds of Noah starting to fuss again.

“What happened, baby?” Alejandro asked, his voice a bit groggy. Noah only whined in response, rubbing his eyes and squirming around. Alejandro figured he might be getting uncomfortable, so he sat up with Noah in his lap and began to rub his back.

Noah laid his head down on Alejandro’s chest for a bit, before he started coughing.

“Oh, it’s alright, little one. It’s alright..” Alejandro whispered, still rubbing his back. After he finished coughing, Noah let out a few small cries, rubbing his face against Alejandro’s shirt.

Alejandro pulled his sleeve up and felt Noah’s forehead to see if his fever had gone down any. It didn’t, which caused Alejandro to frown. He hated the fact that his baby didn’t feel good.

“Would you like Papa to make you something to drink, little one?” Alejandro was hoping Noah would say yes, that way he could put some of his medicine in the sippy cup with his juice.

Alejandro felt Noah nod against his chest, so he stood up and carried Noah down to the kitchen.

Alejandro was quick to fill the sippy cup up with juice, putting some liquid medicine in it as well. Noah didn’t really care that there was medicine in his juice, as long as he couldn’t taste it.

“Here, baby boy. Here’s your sippy.” Alejandro cooed softly at the smaller male as he handed him his juice.

Alejandro carried Noah back to the bedroom. The whole time, Noah was just whining while drinking his juice. Poor boy felt so sick and nauseous, he really just wanted to take a nap and feel better.

After a couple minutes passed of the two boys cuddling again, Noah had finished up his juice. Alejandro gently took away his sippy cup and set it on the nightstand, before going to give him his pacifier. Though, before he could, Noah began to start sneezing.

Alejandro couldn’t help but bite back his smile as he grabbed some tissues for the little guy. His little sneezes sounded so cute and funny.

Alejandro wiped Noah’s nose once he finished sneezing, making the boy whine and try to push Alejandro’s hand away. He hated having his face wiped.

“I know, baby, but you have a runny nose. I have to clean you up.” Alejandro said. He threw the tissue away in the trash can next to the bed, which Alejandro put there in case of situations like this.

“Do you want your paci now?” Alejandro asked. Noah nodded, so Alejandro gently slipped the soother into his mouth.

“How about we try and take a nap, hm? Papa’s sleepy and I know you are, too.” Alejandro spoke. Noah curled up against Alejandro, clinging to his arm. Alejandro smiled, giving him a small kiss on his head.

“I hope you feel better, little one. Sweet dreams.”

#total drama agere #fandom agere #agere fandom #agere fic #age regression

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bratzforchris · 11 months

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Little Lukey

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Summary: Luke relieves some stress in an unexpected way

Pairing: caregiver!Calum x little!Luke

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1160

A/N: Age regression is different from age play. Age regression is always 100% SFW. This will be the ONLY time I state this as I do not write age play works. If you don't have anything nice to say, please keep scrolling.

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Luke had always been the baby. The baby of his family and the baby of the band. Not that he minded. If anything, he found the feeling of having someone take care of him quite comforting. As the band grew, the anxiety and stress of leaving home at sixteen and moving to a brand new country far away from his parents began to wear on the boy.

The small signs went unnoticed at first. How he found coloring in a coloring book with crayons to be quite fun, how he didn't mind watching cartoons and how his absolute favorite meal was mac n cheese with a side of strawberries. It wasn't until he woke up one morning with his stuffed penguin, Pengy's, flipper in his mouth that he began to question things.

After much research and quite a few tears, Luke determined that he was interested in something called age regression. The idea of being taken care of and getting to engage in fun and stress-free activities amidst the band's busy schedule sounded like music to his ears. The only thing that held the blond back from jumping with joy was how to tell his boyfriend.

Sure, Calum was the perfect boyfriend. He was kind and understanding and loved everything about Luke, but being told his eighteen-year-old boyfriend enjoyed regressing to a baby's mental state was a big step in their relationship. And so, Luke hid it. During their stops at various stores on the tour, he would always make it a point to slip away from the rest of the band and go into Walmart or Target and buy a paci and other "baby gear".

Three weeks in, and Luke couldn't be happier. He had a small bin under his bed (thank goodness for bottom bunks!) that had various pacifiers, sippy cups, and small plush toys in it. He also had his blankie, which was unashamedly on his bed. Not that the other boys noticed anything different about that. Luke had carried that blanket everywhere with him until Year Nine and still slept with it.

The only thing was, Luke's heart longed to tell Calum. He wanted the older male to be his caregiver. So, he devised the perfect plan for the two to have the bus to themselves so Luke could ask him. Asking such a big question was scary enough, he didn't need Michael and Ashton around if he got rejected.

As the boys began to prepare to grab dinner, Luke set his plan in place. "I think I'm gonna hang back...my tummy hurts." he mumbled, already feeling himself start to slip at the thought of finally having a daddy.

"You're not feeling good? Do you have a fever?" Ashton asked, raising a brow.

Luke shook his head quickly. "Don't think so. I just wanna rest."

"Want me to hang back with you?" Calum smiled, sitting down beside him and running his fingers through Luke's blond quiff as the blond curled up on the couch, wrapping his arms around his belly to really sell the act and prevent him from accidentally sucking his thumb while the others were around.

The blond smiled softly and nodded his head, trying not to show too much emotion. "Please...".

Once he was sure Michael and Ashton were completely off the bus, Luke turned his face up to look at Calum, pleading with his baby blue eyes. "Cally?"

Calum noticed the change in Luke's speech and looked over at him curiously. The blond boy has always had a bit of a lisp, but Calum figured the prominence of it and the name were most likely related to "not feeling good". "What's up, babe?"

"Gotta tell you something..." Luke trailed off, twisting the hem of his shirt anxiously.

"Of course, Lukey Boy. What's up?" Calum rubbed his lover's side gently.

"I-um...I've been stressed and anxious lately and so I started doing this thing called age regression to help me cope and I was wondering if you'd be my caregiver.” Luke blushed, his cheeks turning a bright cherry red.

The blond turned his head into the bus' couch cushions, refusing to look at Calum's face. He didn't want to see the reaction if his boyfriend thought he was a freak.

Calum cocked his head curiously. "What does that mean?"

"Caregiver or age regression?" Luke asked, face still smushed in the cushions.

"Both."

Luke blushed. "Well, age regression is basically, um...I like being in a baby's headspace..."

"So it's a coping mechanism?" Calum's head was spinning with new knowledge.

Luke nodded eagerly. Despite his red cheeks and embarrassment, he had scooted closer to Calum and was cuddling into his side. The blond rubbed his eyes sleepily. He could feel himself slipping, but was determined to stay big until Calum told him yes or no.

The couple stayed silent for a few minutes. Calum was trying to figure out what to say, until he eventually decided he understood what Luke was saying. Tour was hard and Luke had always been rather childlike. Besides, it was completely innocent. No harm in that.

The raven-hair boy pulled Luke closer into his side. "Cutie," he cooed, stroking the younger boy's golden-blond curls. "Thank you for telling me. I'll do whatever you need to stay happy."

"And a caregiver is basically like, well, like a mom or dad?" Luke stuttered, trying not to get too nervous.

"You want me to act like your dad?" Calum didn't ask it in a mean way; he was just curious.

Luke nodded, his eyes filling with tears. He immediately began to slip into headspace without even thinking about it. "Sow-sorry..."

"Hey. Look at me, baby. I'll do it if that's what makes you happy, 'kay?" Calum took Luke's chin in his hand. "Does it make you happy?"

Luke nodded and wrapped his hand around Calum's index finger. "Daddy."

Calum nodded, trying to disguise how much getting used to that would take. Luke needed him right now and that was all that mattered. "Do you have baby things, honey?"

The blond nodded and ran off towards his bunk, coming back with his box of little gear. "Haves lots of stuff!"

Calum let out a small coo. This was simply adorable. "Would you like a pacifier, sweetie?"

Luke nodded eagerly. This is all he had ever wanted. To have a daddy that would love and adore him and understand that he wasn't weird or a freak; he was simply a soft soul with a gentle heart who chose to cope in a different way.

Calum picked a blue paci with a penguin on it out of the box and handed it to Luke. "Here ya go, sweetheart." he smiled fondly.

The blond boy popped it into his mouth eagerly and curled up on Calum's chest, sucking the plastic. "Wuv you, Daddy Cally. Wuv you lots."

Calum smiled and held his baby closer to him. "I love you too, baby. Daddy's perfect little angel."

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tasteofdeathao3 · 1 year

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Toddler Izzy pausing (not stopping!) his campaign to send Stede to the moon when he realises Stede will do whatever will comfort Izzy, even if it’s something Ed is trying to remove from their routine. He’ll get a pacifier, a sippy cup, warm milk before bed, he can sleep between them, he can stay cuddled in the sling all day, he can be fed rather than encouraged to hold the spoon himself, he can suck his thumb if his hands are clean, he can trail his blanket around all day to keep it close. He essentially gets babied the way he thinks he should be all the time and has to decide if the extra attention and the comfort of it all is worth the fact it’s Stede doing it, not Ed.

So it takes a while before Izzy can be anywhere near Stede without screaming his head off, and then another month before he'll let Ed look at and talk to Stede without trying to cover his eyes with slobbery little hands, and even longer than that before he stops biting and spitting on Stede every few minutes without provocation.

After his attempts at fussing and whining to get Ed's attention backfire, he quickly learns that Stede is very very eager to please.

Ed is smart. Ed knows that if Izzy is refusing to eat, all he has to do is take away his plate for five minutes before he's desperate to eat anything on his plate. He can somehow tell when Izzy's pretending to cry (a mystery to Izzy) and tells him to go sit down in his spot again and try to calm down.

But Stede? Stede is desperate for Izzy to like him. Stede will do anything, he won't yell even if Izzy does something really bad, like ruin a very expensive and important book that didn't mean to bump off of the table and cover in black ink.

It's during one of his pretend crying sessions in his little crib (which he's been made to use recently after sneaking out of nap time far too often), while Izzy is waiting for Ed to come in and pick him up and kiss his forehead and tell him how important and special he is, when Stede comes in.

At first Izzy wants to spit on him, bite his hands when he reaches into the crib, scream so loud Ed will have no choice but to come in and put him in the naughty corner away from Stede.

But then Stede coos at him, picks him up and bounces him as they walk across the room and then - to Izzy's shock - slips one of his dummies into his mouth. One of the ones Ed had told him went missing a few weeks ago.

He hates Stede, hates his dumb voice and his stories that aren't anywhere near as good as Ed's, hates the way the fabric of his clothes feels against his skin where his cheek is pillowed against it... but Stede's bouncing him and cradling him to his chest like when he was little, and he's allowed to have his dummy and he's so sleepy he can't even keep his eyes open against Stede's jacket.

It's only when he suddenly blinks awake in his little bed with Ed in front of him, frowning at Stede, that he realises his new found power.

"He's not supposed to have this," Ed says to Stede, pulling the dummy out of his mouth. "He's never going to grow out of it if you keep giving it to him."

Izzy doesn't bother whining. The few times he's been caught with a stolen dummy these past few weeks have all been the same - it getting taken from him and him receiving a very disappointed look from Ed.

"Oh, darling," Stede frowns, "He was so upset. Poor darling needed a little bit of help to calm down, didn't you?"

Ed grumbles and rolls his eyes.

"He's only small, Edward. You can't expect him to go cold turkey, can you? It's only a dummy, how bad could it possibly be?"

Ed sighs and, to Izzy's immense shock, returns the dummy to Izzy's mouth.

"Enjoy it while it lasts, mate." Ed tells him, booping him on the nose.

It lasts a very long while.

Izzy wonders if Stede is somehow trying to get on his good side. Does he think Izzy's in on it? Does he think he's some secret mastermind?

Whatever it is, Izzy stops caring.

Stede manages to convince Ed to carry him around in his sling again. What was once Izzy's most beloved activity had been reduced to a treat only for Izzy's worst, and most genuine, nightmares. But here he was, strapped tight to Ed's chest with swathes of soft cotton that keep him nice and cosy as he's tucked against Ed's chest.

He gets to enjoy it for a few weeks, chewing on his hands and feet and batting at the air while Ed parades around on deck, but eventually Ed says that his back is hurting and that the sling needs to be retired for good.

Izzy is heartbroken - he thought he'd finally gotten his favourite ever object back, but it was being taken again all over again - until Stede pipes up with an offer to do it himself.

Izzy refuses. There is no way he'll spend any amount of time strapped against Stede, unable to wriggle away, but... he does love the sling.

Nothing comes of it until one day Izzy blinks awake and he's up on the deck, wrapped in cotton.

At first he just thinks Ed's finally relented in his war against the sling and cuddles in, wriggling happily in place, until he looks out across the deck and spots Ed right there, chatting to Ivan and Fang.

He looks up in confusion, finding a pale teal jacket, and above that, the face of Stede Bonnet looking down at him.

At first he wriggles, grunting and whining until he's sitting up inside of curled with his tummy practically against Stede's chest, but then he realises the warmth of Stede's hand holding him up through the soft cotton and the fingers scratching through the back of his hair, and he's not exactly excited to be pressed against Stede but so long as his hair is being played with.... he's not going to try to get down.

He ends up pressed against Stede, curled up in his little sling, with Stede's hand patting the small of his back and an incredibly grumpy pout on his face.

it only spirals from there.

Ed will walk Izzy back to his own little bed when he wakes up in the night, but Stede will scoop him up and slot him right in-between him and Ed.

Ed's been trying to make him use his spoon instead of his hands weeks, and refusing to feed Izzy himself for longer than that, but Stede will happily sit himself in front of Izzy and hand feed him, wiping off his face and hands after with a warmed cloth instead of getting Izzy to try and wash himself off in the basin of water at the far end of the table.

He gets to keep his pacifiers, gets to put his drinks in a sip cup instead of the big boy glasses Ed has been trying to tempt him with, and a warm bottle in the morning and the evening.

Of course- Izzy still does not like Stede. Every chance he gets he's spitting and kicking and screaming and whining until Stede leaves him alone, but the second Stede comes in with his evening bottle, he's all cuddle cuddle while Stede heats it over the hearth before snatching it and toddling over to his little bed to curl up with his warm drink.

#I'm so sorry anon this has literally taken over a month #mail 💌#ofmd #toddler iz #our flag means death #edward teach #stede bonnet #izzy hands

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ilykomie · 8 months

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proselfshiptember, DAY 10: AUTUMN

summer passing by ; garroth ro’meave/komie

or… in which garroth recounts his memories of an old family friend the night before his sophomore year and talks about his affinity for leaves for a little too long.

thank you for the lovely prompts ghosty!

⌒ ✦ ・。

he’d never been away from his brothers, o’khasis had such a large main school, harbouring students from grade three to twelve, and the idea of being separated from them had an uneasy feeling settling in his gut.

not that he couldn’t handle being alone— no, he could. zane and vylad couldn’t, though.

but phoenix drop high seemed like a nice school. maybe not the best, but who was he to complain? besides, he knew he wouldn’t be alone at least.

his mom had mentioned komi earlier, apparently when he’d transferred out of o’khasis years ago the boy had gone to the pheonix drop high’s school district. it took garroth a moment to recall who his mom was talking about— because honestly ‘the magicks kid, you remember?’ wasn’t super clear.

but he remembered komi.

when they were younger, komi was the kid zane would always play with in the summer; zane hated the heat and komi was always sick. when vylad was having trouble with his reading and writing, he was the one to help him out. he’d stay over a lot over summer break, always somewhere around the ro’meave residence.

komi hated garroth.

it started when he was six and komi was five, when they’d first met (at least that he could remember). the bridge between summer and autumn, when temperatures just start to drop and the cinnamony-pumpkin scent begins to fill every corner of every room you walked into.

garroth loved autumn. he loved seeing the leaves change as they gently fall into a puddle, watching the water ripple so big and then into nothing again. he loved the autumn sweets and warm drinks, preferring the cozy comfort they provided compared to the usually-too-cold-for-him summer delicacies.

komi, apparently, did not feel the same. his sickness peaked, and he hated the uncomfortable clothes and overwhelming smells, and the quote… scary halloween aisles, end quote.

“you don’t like halloween?”

komi shrugged, endlessly turning the sippy cup in his hands. “uuu-hhm, i do,” he looked up garroth for a second before quickly going back to his juice. “i was a princess last year.”

garroth seemed to ignore everything komi said. “you hate halloween?!” he was loud. his voice and the way he moved was loud, dramatically slamming his small hands on the play table.

and komi stayed quiet. his caretaker always said: if you don’t have something nice to say, don’t say anything at all!— and telling garroth he was dumb and too loud didn’t seem very nice to komi.

he didn’t seem to pick it up though, continuing to pester the younger kid with questions. komi waited for his parents to come back, hopefully before he did something he’d be scolded for.

“oh!” garroth jumped up from his pillow seat. “oh, zane really really really likes halloween.” he went for his cubby of art supplies. “gonna draw a pun..pumkie.”

komi squinted. “pumpkin.”

“pumkie is more gooder.”

“it’s wrong.”

“nooo-oo-oo…” his voice faded out, his focus shifting to the pretty warm hues and orange shades that littered his crayon box.

and then, as quick as they had met, komi decided he didn’t like garroth at all. kids made enemies as quick as they made friends. maybe even quicker.

autumn was inching closer now, even if september was a week away, garroth felt it. soon he’d be able to see the leaves change from their summer greens to the vibrant reds, oranges, and yellows he adored. he wondered if phoenix drop high had a view like the o’khasis courtyards.

there was a large area in the center of the high school area that he thought was the best view. he’d only been able to sneak in a few times before he was a freshman, and he immediately fell in love with it. he’d stay there for his entire breaks, smiling up at the contrast of the lovely gradients of the leaves against the dim, cloudy sky. maybe his classmates thought the sight was depressing, but garroth couldn’t think that.

when he was a kid he wondered if the leaves fell because they were so sad the rest of the world liked summer more. it was embarrassing, and he used to talk to them because he wondered if they were lonely like him. his father laughed at him when he’d first said it, and then garroth learned to keep quiet about his thoughts.

if he were being honest, he didn’t miss much from o’khasis prep. certainly not the people or teachers, he didn’t think there was a single kind person there, and he wouldn’t miss the workload and stress that accompanied it at all. (he hoped going to a public school meant there would be less work).

but he’d miss his spot. and he’d miss the trees. o’khasis had the prettiest trees, he thought.

garroth checked the clock. 9:51 P.M.

his mom gave him komi’s number earlier and he’d already put it in his contacts. it was his first year there too— though he was a freshman and garroth would be a sophomore, his mom and komi’s parents had agreed he’d show garroth around.

he hadn’t seen komi since seventh grade, three years. he knew he had friends— real friends, not like garroth’s friends— but he wondered if there was any room for him. komi didn’t like garroth, he already knew that since they were kids, but he was lonely. he was lonely and he would take a childhood family acquaintance over the melancholy awkwardness of being the new kid at a new school. people had their groups by now, and garroth would just barging in.

are you awake? he wondered, and he glanced at his phone. garroth thoughts about how komi would look at him. he couldn’t seem to remember how it was, and words like kind or mean seemed too simple to describe it. maybe he was overcomplicating it, maybe it was his nerves overthinking it.

he unlocked his phone. he wondered: do you still hate autumn?

#( ♥︎ ) komi’s scribbles!!#proselfshiptember 2023 #proselfshiptember #i have so many thoughts about garroth and autumn actually #i also hc his birthday in autumn!!#self shipper #self shipping #f/o x self insert #proselfship #proship selfship #f/o x s/i #garroth :3 #char. garroth

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littlespace-imagines · 1 year

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Broken Dreams Pt.5

Warning Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.3 Pt.4

Pairing: Cg!Jason the Toymaker × little reader

Contains: very dark, abusive themes, forced

Littlespace, kidnapping, toxic cg/| dynamic, unhealthy relationships, humiliation as punishment, time confusion

*This is very different from my regular stories on this account, please exercise caution*

**Ageregression and Littlespace will never be sexualized on this blog**

Your day with Ashley was now over, both Bianca and her were very proud of how well you were adjusting. Your day on the adults wing was not much different than your day on the children's and juvenile wing at all, you did hear some sad stuff especially during the group therapy sessions but overall it was just like your previous job which you were happy about. Once you completed your training you received a badge that would allow you to scan in and out of places that you needed to enter/exit.

You walked out to your car happy with how the day went, you climbed in your car and immediately turned on your music singing your favorite songs all the way to the store.

Once at the store you walked in and grabbed a cart, you wondered the aisle looking for the items on your list, you usually wouldn't come this early in the week to do grocery shopping but you enjoyed having the weekend free. While you were picking out some Mac n cheese to make as a side you heard a rattling noise your turned around to find a Disney Princess sippy cup on your cart with the packaging still on. You looked around and found the aisle around you completely empty you picked up the cup and shrugged placing it in the front of your cart to hand to an employee assuming that it had fell off the shelf and you hadn't see it. You finished your shopping without another weird incident so you chalk the sippy cup up to just a thing falling off the shelf into your cart.

You check your mail on your way up to your apartment, there was a few bills, a baby announcement from your distant friend, and a single light pink envelope with only your name and address on it. You checked and saw a stamp on it but no return address, you walked into your apartment and open the various mail before ripping open the pink envelope inside there was a Valentine's Day card you opened it to find a simple message written in the same neat handwriting you had seen on the box and now envelope.

'I hope you enjoyed my gift it reminded me of you, Bunny. With Love, your dedicated admirer"

You stared at the card in confusion, you were guessing this was a secret admirer situation. You simply sat the note down on the counter before walking over and picking up the bunny plush and gave it a small cuddle before going to cook some food.

As you cooked questions plagued your mind about this bunny and this card, was this going to be a sweet cute romance or was it going to be like the last person who 'Loved' you. You hoped it was the former, you desperately hoped it was the former.

After eating you decided to scroll through social media while you were laying down for bed, you looked through the small life updates of your friends and family, it wasn't long before you had plugged your phone into charge, and rolled over waiting for sleep to come to you, hoping to finally sleep through the night.

#littlespace fanfiction #x little!reader #xlittle!reader #little!reader #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta x little!reader #creepypasta x y/n #jason the toymaker x reader #jason the toymaker #Jason the Toymaker imagines #Jason the Toymaker headcannon #jeff the killer x little!reader #jeff the killer x you #jeff the killer x reader

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whydoyouwantmyname · 2 years

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Imagine the inventions you and Tony created (Part 6)

Masterlist

-One day in the lab, Tony announced to both you and Bruce that he wanted to have a party on Saturday, you had no idea what the party was to celebrate, but both Bruce and Tony did.

-Tony never told you about their search for Loki’s staff, and told the rest of the members to also withhold this information. He thought it would be the best way to keep you safe.

-On the day of the party you awoke to an empty bed, and a note on the nightstand,

Had to go on an early mission, be back this evening. Love you.

Sam

-That morning you just worked in your office, the silence of the building was your least favorite part of them being gone. The lack of your friends made the building seem like it was dead.

-Upon returning Thor immediately wandered over to you, and wrapped you into a hug, your eyebrow raising as you reciprocated the hug, “You okay there Thunderstorm?”

-He thought it was funny that after being friends for so long the best nickname you could muster was Thunderstorm.

“Yes Lady [Y/N].”

-“[Y/N], you missed it, Cap told me Language when I swore.” Tony shouted as they entered the room, Thor pulling away as you looked around him, “Now Tony, you mustn’t use such foul language around the elderly, they are easily upset without their crosswords and knitting.”

“Ha ha very funny.” Steve replied as you looked towards the group, Nat and Clint missing, along with Sam.

“Where’s the dynamic duo?” You questioned

“Clint got hit pretty bad on the field. Natasha is with him now down in the lab.” Steve added, as he looked again, “Sam went to your office I believe.”

“Oh.” You replied, before looking at Bruce, his mind somewhere else as you placed a hand gently on his arm, “You okay Bruce?”

“Yeah, just still recovering from the big guy. Natasha said the lullaby worked really well this time around.”

“I’m glad, maybe one day we can teach him to come out on demand too, make it so that you aren’t taken by surprise anymore.”

“I don’t think he likes that plan very much.” He chuckled, before you walked to the elevator, and rode it down to the lab floor.

-You walked right past your office and into the lab, to see Dr. Cho leaned over Clint, Natasha at his side, who had yet to notice your presence. However your eye was caught by something else, a glowing blue light, at the end of a staff. Approaching slowly you took in the sight of the staff, and heard Jarvis’s voice, “I have direct orders to tell you to step away [Y/N].”

“Or what, he’ll spank me.” You sassed back, just as Tony arrived in his secret lab elevator, which he had hidden in the wall.

“That’s Wilson’s job.” He replied as you looked at the staff, “So you want to enlighten me?”

“Not really, but I don’t have much of a choice now do I?”

“Nope.”

“This is Loki’s staff, it was taken back in 2012, after Loki’s little stunt. Hydra has been studying it, and we got it back. Thor will be taking it in a few days back to Asgard meaning….”

“Jarvis should run a full scan, and do extensive documentation of the artifact. I also would think we need to record just how much power is radiating out of that blue light. My guess is it’s at least going to be a five digit number.” You cut him off as he smiled, “It’s like you read my mind.”

-As he started the scan you wandered into the lab, where Nat smiled at you, and Clint laid there with his eyes closed, “Well thank goodness whoever shot you was as blind as you.”

-This caused Clint to chuckle as you walked to the wall by Nat and leaned back against the glass, his eyes opening to look at you, “Think he’ll make it Doc? Pretending we need him has really brought the team together.”

“Also, if we lose him, then we have no one to hand out sugar free caramel candies anymore, which is honestly the highlight of my day.” Nat added

-Before Cho could respond, Clint piped up, “At least I am old enough to not need a sippy cup when I drink my whiskey.”

“But hey, we both do need diapers.” You replied, this caused him to smile wide.

-When Tony entered, he looked at Clint, “Oh no I think he is flatlining, we lost him. Time of death?”

“4:35pm.” You replied, looking towards your watch

“No no, I’m going to live forever, someone has to keep the youngsters in line.” He replied, as Tony replied, “Yeah, cause you do such a great job at that. Last I checked, giving [Y/N] 20 shots isn’t keeping her in line?”

“That was one time, and it was quite fun.” He replied as you answered, “I won’t know, I don’t remember a thing.”

“Well I am sure none of us will ever forget you trying to jump into the pool.” Natasha replied, as Tony replied, ��Or the look on Wilson’s face when we told him she tried stripping on the pool table.”

-Dr. Cho cleared her throat, causing all but Clint, and Bruce to look at her, “Tony, just the person I wanted to see, are you aware that your clunky, metal suits are soon going to be left in the dust?”;

“That’s the plan.” Tony replied, handing you a coffee, he didn’t even have to ask anymore how you liked it, or ask Jarvis to remember for him, it was ingrained in his memory, “Also Helen, I expect to see you at the party on Saturday.”

“Unlike you, I don’t have much time for parties.” She responded, her eyes fixed on Tony as she answered, however she then looked towards you, her voice sheepish as she added “Will Thor be there?”

“Most definitely, someone has to be there to feed my drunk ass pop tarts.” You replied, causing everyone but Cho and Bruce to laugh.

“Doc, if you think you can handle this I need my two best brains.” Tony replied as the laughter died down, his finger gestures between both you and Bruce, both following as she replied, “I’m not holding either one prisoner.”

-When Tony showed what was going on inside the Septer’s gem you immediately answered, “It looks like a whole neuron structure, similar to the one you would find in the brain.”

“It’s beautiful, it almost looks like it could be thinking.” Bruce answered.

“Exactly. Now down in Strucker’s lab, I saw some fairly advanced robotic work. Now the data has all been obliterated, but if I had to guess they were knocking on a very specific door.”

“Artificial intelligence.” Bruce answered as you looked towards Tony, “This could be it, the key to creating Ultron could have just been handed to us.”

Bruce chuckled, “Ultron is just a fantasy Tony.” His face looking between you and Tony, neither who were joining the chuckling, “What did you…”

“Nothing yet, but we have been trying to brianstorm how to make Ultron a reality.” You replied.

“Bruce, if we can harness this power from the gem, we could use it…”

-Steve and Sam entered the lab at that very moment, completely unnoticed, and looked at you, Tony, and Bruce all discussing something around one of the tables, your hands zooming in something projecting out of the table. Sam looked towards Steve and whispered, “So this is where she’s been hiding.”

“She will make it up to you later probably, we know how Tony can get sometimes, he might have thought she already saw you, not realizing she went to go check on Clint first.”

-This wasn’t the first time you hadn’t seen him immediately after a mission, nor was it the last. Every time though Steve would tell him, “Trust me though, she isn’t planning on leaving you anytime soon, especially not for Tony.”

-Bruce thought it was funny how much you supported Tony’s idea for AI around the world, when he would ask you why, you always replied, “Because the Avengers can’t be everywhere at once, you are only seven people Bruce.”

-Sam groaned in frustration the next morning when he woke up alone, knowing you had stayed up all night with the science boys.

-He also groaned for the next three days, when you would only come out of the lab to make coffee runs for the three of you. As you raced out the door you would sometimes stop long enough to peck him on the cheek.

-The one time he tried going in Jarvis stopped him, “Mr. Wilson, you do not have clearance to enter at this time?”

“Since when?” He snapped, Tony’s voice overtaking, “Sorry bird boy, we are kinda busy.”

-Before Sam could reply he heard you snap, “Don’t call him bird boy, just because you are jealous of his wing design doesn’t mean you get to be an ass.”

-You were out in the hall a moment later, exhaustion written on your face as you leaned forward and hugged him, “Sorry I didn’t go see you, after visiting Clint, Tony…”

“Was Tony, I figured. Whatcha working on?”

“Project None of your damn business.”

“Well that’s rude.” He replied, his grip around you tightening, “Well can I get a time stamp on…”

“I’ll see you Saturday, meaning you just have to wait one more day. Also can you make sure my black skater dress is clean, and don’t scuff my red converse.” You instructed as he laughed, “Yes Ma’am.”

-Before you could reply, Jarvis interrupted, “Miss Bardot, Mr. Stark has lit another tester a blaze, Bruce requires your assistance managing him.”

“Gotta go.” You replied, kissing him quickly before racing back into the lab.

-As soon as you entered, “Where’s the fire?”

“Oh that was a lie, I just didn’t want Wilson stealing your away.” Tony replied, as you rolled your eyes and rejoined the boys.

-On Saturday Jarvis kicked both you and Tony out of the lab, “I promise to alert both of you in the event of a situation, or a breakthrough.”

“I know you will J.” You replied as you both filed out, and went to the stairs, where you walked all the way up to your floor, and raced to your room. Opening the door you saw Steve and Sam standing there, “Holy shit she lives.” Sam replied, his smile grew as Steve muttered, “Language.”

“I am alive, and in serious need of a burger.”

“Well we have time before this party, why don’t you get changed and we can sneak out to the diner.”

“I’m in, Steve?”

“Why not, I could use a slice of pie anyway.”

-You all drove in Baloo to the diner and stayed there later than you expected, all three of you laughing in the booth until you got a call from Clint.

“Yes?”

“So I haven’t seen you since I almost died, and have been looking forward to this stiff party just so I can drink both you and Nat under the table, and you are late.”

“Oh shit.” You exclaimed, looking at the boys, “We are late, and Thor started drinking without us.”

-When you arrived Thor exclaimed, “Finally, you have arrived!”

-You immediately separated from the duo and headed towards the bar, leaning on it you stated, “Where’s my White Russian, and my old fashion?”

“Right here.” Natasha smiled, handing you a shot before Barton lead you both towards the sitting area, where you would stay for the night, however at one point Thor did come over, to try to steal you away, “Lady [Y/N], we are to have a Asgardian drinking competition, will you be joining us?”

“Not this time Thunderstorm, I am sure Clint would love to take my place though.” You smiled, setting up Thor’s defeat as he exclaimed, “Of course, why did I not think of that.”

He grabbed Clint and dragged him towards the tables, a look of disapproval on his face as you looked towards Nat, “So you and Bruce…”

“Are just friends.” She smiled as you took a sip of your mystery drink she made, “Yeah, just like how me and Sam are just friends.”

“I mean I highly doubt he would ever feel the same towards me, you have to remember I am…”

“I know what you are going to say, and for the millionth time, he doesn’t see you as broken. I promise, the way he looks at you when you aren’t looking proves that without a doubt.”

-When Thor fell to the ground, you turned your head and smiled, seeing Steve holding the mead cup in a concerned victory, before rushing to see if he was okay, “Looks as though Thor learned his lesson, don’t drink with a super soldier.”

-When the party finally started to die down you and Nat both rose from your corner, and while she headed towards the bar to make you both a cosmopolitan, you walked over to the couches, and sat on the arm of one, your legs stretching over Sam’s lap as his hand moved to touch your leg, while the other wrapped behind your waist, Steve sitting beside him as he handed him a beer, Clint sat across from you on the floor with Maria, twirling his arrow as his eyes locked on you, “I see you recovered.”

“Barton never even started.” Thor exclaimed as he took a seat beside Steve, “His advanced age hindered him from joining.”

“Probably because he was scared to faint alongside the Asgardian prince.” You rebuttaled, as he withdrew a unopened smore pop tart and tossed it towards you to open, “I merely lost my footing.”

“Well it is good to see you sobered up so quickly.” You replied, stretching over the two boys to hand him the breakfast treat, before pulling back, Sam watching you smile at the remark, his heart quickened in pace, which was something that your smile still did, even after dating for so long.

-When Clint claimed that lifting Mjölnir was a trick you replied, “I would love to see you try then.”

-This led to the competition to see who amongst the group could lift Mjölnir, and you laughed as each man tried his hardest, veins straining in everyone but Steve as he tried to move it. Finally Bruce asked, “Natasha, aren’t you going to try?”

“Oh, no, no. That is not a question I need answered.” She replied, looking towards you, “However [Y/N]..”

“I am far too sober to even attempt throwing out my rotator cuff.” You replied,

-As they joked further about the amount of worth they each had Sam looked up at you, your eyes already on him, “So wanna get out of here?”

“In a second, I wanna see Tony try to…”

-As soon as the screeching started you immediately covered your ears, and lifted your head to see Tony withdrawing Jarvis’s control panel to try to isolate the source. However when you looked past him, you saw a robotic figure moving in the shadows, “Tony!” You called, before pointing towards it, all eyes following your finger as you, Bruce and Tony all glanced at one another.

“It worked.” Bruce hissed to himself as Ultron repeated, “Worthy, No. How could you be worthy? You’re all killers.”

“Stark.” Steve calmly commanded

“Jarvis…” Tony started, however Ultron cut him off, you slowly rose however and looked at Sam, who looked at you with the look of what are you doing.

“Lab.” You mouthed before slowly backing away towards the hidden elevator, “I’m sorry, I was asleep, or I was a dream.”

-Before Ultron admitted to killing someone, you were already in the elevator, the small box dropping you to the destination floor, before opening to reveal the darkness around you, “Jarvis, I need a light please?”

No response

“J? Are you okay?” You withdrew your phone, and flickered on your flashlight app, finding the light to the lab you flipped them on, and pocketed your phone again. All the computers reading that the application process was a success, your eyebrow raising, because Jarvis never alerted you, or Tony. You quickly flicked open Jarvis’s application, which Tony showed you how to use in the event you ever needed to reprogram him, or add a command. What you saw though, brought you to tears, “Jarvis.” You exhaled as the tear slipped.

-When the team finally made it to the lab, you had turned Jarvis off, your body leaned against the wall, as your hand covered your mouth. Bruce raced to the computers as Tony raced to you, “You okay kid?”

“Jarvis.” You whispered, “Tony, Ultron...”

“Tony, we have lost everything.” Banner interrupted, just as Steve placed the upper portion of the suit on the table, the only other people in the lab was Clint and Natasha, whose fingers were also gliding across the keys, “He must have used the internet as his escape hatch, there is no sign of him anywhere in the system.”

“He’s been in all our files, surveillance footage, he probably knows more about us then we know about each other.” Nat stated as Steve looked at you and Tony, “Any idea yet on how powerful this guy is?”

“No idea, he is an unstable, untested AI system, which was created in an effort to enforce peace.” Bruce rebuttaled as Tony looked at you again, finally understanding why you said Jarvis’s name.

“Who wants us extinct and is claiming to have killed someone.” Steve replied

“He is bluffing, no one else was in the building except for us.” Nat answered, as Tony stepped away, and pulled out the control panel, “Yes there was.”

-He flickered Jarvis’s dismantled entity onto the projection table, just as you had moments ago, his body stiffened at the sight of the glowing orange mess, before looking towards you.

“What?” Bruce asked, his eyes lifting from Jarvis to Tony as he turned back towards Bruce, “This is insane.”

“Jarvis was the first line of defense, he would have shut him down, it makes perfect…” Steve started

“No, Ultron was designed so that he could have assimilated with Jarvis,” you cut him off, all eyes turning towards you as you spoke, “There is no signs of strategy in this, Ultron simply just did this as a demonstration of rage, or as a show of just how powerful he is.”

-When you finished, the elevator opened revealing Thor, and Sam, both geared for battle, advancing towards Steve Sam mumbled, “Cho and Hill are both being escorted back to their homes, however Thor is..”

-His words were cut off by you screaming, “Thor stop!” This triggered both men to look towards Stark, who was being lifted by his throat, which sat delicately in the huge hand of Thor, his back against a wall as Tony gasped out, “Come in buddy, use your words.”

“I have many words for you Stark.”

“Thor, legionaries.” Steve snapped, before Thor removed his hand, causing Tony to crumble to the ground, your eyes meeting Thor’s anger as he snapped, “Trail went cold 100 miles out, it headed north. It also has the speter, meaning we now have to retrieve it, again, due to one human’s…”

“Thor!” You shouted, his eyes enraging as you snapped, “Building Ultron this way was my idea, so if you are going to blame anyone, blame the psychologist who drew up the plans to give Ultron a functioning neuron system and brain function, who figured out how to set Ultron up with a moral compass to catch the bad guys.”

“Project none of your business, that was Ultron?” Sam asked as you looked over to the projection screen, and into the orange glow, “Well if you designed it, then why does it want to kill us?”

-Tony started to chuckle, Bruce looking towards him in panic as he tried to tell him to stop. Thor however turned his attention from you, to Tony, “You find this funny?”

“No, it’s probably not, right? I mean this is truly terrible, It’s so terrible…” laughter peeking through his sentences as he spoke, “It is so, so, so terrible that….”

“That you and Bardot played with something you don’t understand.” Thor snapped, your eyes snapped from Jarvis towards the god as Tony spoke, “No it is terrible, however I find it a hoot that none of you except the other designer understand why we need this.”

“Tony, maybe now isn’t the time…” Bruce started as Tony wiped around, going to speak, however you cut him off, “Seriously Bruce, now is absolutely the time we should be talking about this!”

“Don’t get flustered Kid, Banner always rolls over and shows his belly the moment anyone snarled at him.” Tony added as Bruce gave you both sympathetic looks.

“I do when I have just helped create a murderous robot.”

“But that’s just it, we didn’t. We were nowhere close to making a murder bot, we weren’t even close to an interface!” Tony snapped

“Well you did something right, and you did it right here. Tony, the Avengers were supposed to be different than Shield.” Steve rebuttaled as you put a hand to your temple, and sighed, while Tony remarked, “okay so I see everyone has forgotten the year 2012, where I carried a nuke through an actual wormhole, saved New York, probably the rest of the world. Anyone else recall that?”

“A inhuman, hostile threat came charging to earth through a hole in space, where the Avengers were located roughly 300 feet below the threat. I know that I am not a member of this team, and I know that you can fight Hydra thugs all day long, but Ultron was designed to protect us from anything hostile that comes through another wormhole. Whatever is up there, that is going to be Earth’s endgame, so tell me, how did you expect to defeat them if they came back, just bigger and better prepared?” You asked

“Together, just like we did the first time.” Steve answered, as you laughed, “That’s always a good answer, but the way I see it, The Avengers is only 7 people, 8 if we are lucky enough to have War Machine. If they come back in bigger numbers than 8 of you aren’t enough, you barely made it out with 6. That’s why we started designing Ultron, and I will not apologize for trying to protect my family by doing so.”

“Without Ultron, Earth will lose, we will lose.” Tony added, his eyes fixed on Steve, however his hand rocketed towards your wrist, a sign you both designed to let you know that he was on the brink of a PTSD episode. Looking over you saw the glassy reflection of his eyes as Steve replied, “Then we will do that together too.”

-As Steve spoke you dragged Tony out of the room, and towards your office, where you just sat him down and coached him through it.

-At some point he finally fell asleep on the couch, your throw blanket pulled over him as you took a seat at the chair overlooking the city. On your lap sat a new study published by Stephen Strange, that Happy picked up for you, however your mind distracted as you wondered if you were slowly becoming as self obsessed with your work as he was.

-The next morning you walked out into the common area to see Sam leaning against the counter, his hands holding a red mug of coffee as he looked at you, “You look like shit Bardot.”

“What can I say, a lack of sleep can do that.” You smiled thinly as he extended a cup of coffee towards you, your hands wrapping around the warm ceramic as you brought it to your lips. As you did Sam looked at you with sympathic eyes, “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because we decided against telling anyone, knowing we would be met with protest against it, we did what we saw as right Sam, and I will not stop defending that idea.”

“No one is asking you to darling, but we decided a long time ago no secrets.”

“This wasn’t a secret Sam, it was a necessity.” You retorted as Tony walked into the room, his eyes on you and Sam as you talked, a wave of guilt washing over him briefly for ever allowing you to be a part of Ultron, however he knew that if he didn’t you would have found out about Ultron somehow anyway, and been pissed he didn’t include you.

-Before he could say anything though to either you or Sam, Steve came in from the stairs with Maria, a tablet in hand as he looked from the tablet to you, sympathy in his eyes as well as you slowly started towards the pair, upon arriving at the table Sam placed his hand on your lower back, as you leaned back slightly into him. The tablet that once sat in Steve’s hands was extended towards Thor, who had yet to look you in the eyes.

“What’s this?” Tony asked, as Thor thrusted the small device towards his chest, his eyes locked on Steve as he did.

“A message. Ultron killed Strucker.”

“Damn he even left a Banksy at the crime scene, I am sure just for us to find.” Tony rebuttaled as Natasha spoke, “This is a smoke screen, why send a message when you’ve just given the speech?”

“It’s just a reiteration of the message, he wants it made extremely clear that he will do whatever it takes to establish peace among this world, even if it means murdering the bad guys and Earth’s mightiest heroes to do it.” You answered, peering over Tony’s shoulder to see the screen.

“Strucker probably knew something too that Ultron wanted us to miss.”Steve added as Nat looked towards the screen of a nearby computer, “I bet he…”

-As the computer beeps she chuckled, “Yup, there it is. Everything we have on Strucker just got erased.”

“Not everything.” He added, “[Y/N], think you can show us where the paper files are?”

“With pleasure.”

-As they brought up more boxes of files you sat on the floor, surrounded by open files looking for anything that had to do with Strucker, Steve and Sam stood at a table behind you, Steve’s voice a whisper as he asked, “How is she doing?”

“She didn’t come to bed last night, my guess is she stayed in her office. However I know her better than she would like to admit, and I know that look. She is blaming herself, and is bottling that guilt to avoid making the situation worse, and we will probably never discuss this again. She is honestly probably going to wait for all this to blow over before she stops feeling like it was her fault.”

-“Wait, I know that guy.” Tony stated, pointing to a file in Bruce’s hands, Steve and Sam’s attention was drawn to him as he spoke, however your eyes remained glued to the files before you, “From back in the day. He operates off the African coast. Black market arms. Trust me, I met him at a convention once, never sold him anything, but he was always talking about designing something new. A game changer. All very Ahad.”

“This?” Thor pointed, as you flipped a paper over

“He never had that tattoo when I met him.”

“This is no tattoo, it is a brand.”

-While they researched the brand for Thief you opened countless other files, however when Bruce stumbled you spoke, alarming most because they forgot you were even there, “Do you mean Wakanda?”

“Impossibile, my father claimed to have had the last…”

“I don’t follow, what comes out of Wakanda?”

“The strongest metal on earth.” Tony sighed, looking towards the shield Steve carried, as you closed a file, and rose with them in hand, knowing they were going to find the man branded thief.

-Before they left you gave Sam a kiss, “Remember no bullet wounds, I just cleaned all the sheets, don’t need you bleeding all over them.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” He muttered before kissing your forehead, “I’ll be back before you even have time to miss me.”

-When Wanda warped Sam’s mind he was taken back to the old DC apartment, both you and Riley were sitting on the couch, your laugh intoxicating as you and his friend joked. When his keys landed in the key bowl your head whipped around, “Honey, welcome home.”

“Riley, what are you…”

“Did you forget it is Wednesday, the day your wife makes us watch her boring documentaries.”

“You only find them boring because you would rather spend your time in the clouds.” You teased, your left hand lifting to push back a strand of hair, your wedding ring and his mother’s shining in the cheap lighting, his heart rate accelerating.

“No I find them boring because Bill Nye and Miss Frizzle aren’t the hosts.” He joked

-This is how the rest of the night went, you three just bickering and laughing until he slowly started to fade back, tears in his eyes as he did.

-“Did you bring Auntie Nat and [Y/N]?” Lila asked as Tony looked at Steve, “How nice [Y/N] knew but not us?”

-“I get it Maria Hill called you, was she ever not working for you?”

“Actually she did. Told me what you and Miss Strange actually…”

“Don’t call her that.” Tony growled

“She told me what you and Miss Bardot did. Really Tony, artificial intelligence?”

“I assume she got the same lecture?”

“Not yet.”

“Look, it’s been a really long day, like Eugene O'Neill long, so how about we skip to the part where you’re useful.”

“Look me in the eye and tell me you will shut him down.”

“You aren’t the director of me.”

“You’re right, I am not the director of anybody, I’m just an old man who actually is one of the few people who gives a shit about you.”

“Sure seems like it, is this the part where we hug it out?”

“Tony, why do you…”

“I am the man who killed the Avengers, I saw it.” He interrupted, before spilling the details of his vision to Fury.

-While they were away, you started tinkering with one of Sam’s drones, turning it into the falcon Sam always wanted.

-However your work was interrupted by Maria, “I need you to come with me to the quinjet level.”

“Why?”

“Because I have someone here who wants to see you

-As soon as you saw Fury come out of the quinjet with Banner, you jogged over to him, and wrapped him in a hug, “It has been too long Fury, how was Europe?”

“It was beautiful, until I got a call saying two of the brightest people I know created a murderous peace keeper who can travel through the internet.”

“They sound like real pains in your ass.” You smiled, looking towards Bruce, “You all good Banner?”

“No, no I’m not.”

-Fury never lectured you on helping to build Ultron.

-When Clint delivered the cradle containing Vision you looked towards Tony, as though you were reading his mind, and once Clint left, and all that remained were the three people who created the monster, you spoke, “He is beautiful.”

“Well take a good look at him now, I can start tissue degeneration, Tony you think you can..”

“Yeahhhh about that.” Tony started, Bruce’s eyes darting between you both.

“No.” He answered, pointing at you both like a parent scolding their kids.

“You have to trust us on this Banner.” Tony stated as he approached Bruce, “Yeahhh, kinda don’t right now.”

“Our ally, the guy protecting the military’s nuclear codes, I found him.” Tony stated, looking towards you, “And you will be excited to meet him.”

He withdrew Jarvis’s tablet and flipped it, a voice you missed greeting, “Hello Dr. Banner, Miss Bardot.”

“Jarvis.” Your eyes watering as you looked at the orange glow, “How….”

“Ultron didn’t go after Jarvis because of rage, he went after him because he was scared of what Jarvis could actually do. Jarvis went underground, self sabotaged, dumped his memories, but not his protocols. He didn’t even know he was in there until I pieced him back together.”

“So let me get this straight, you want the three of us, to put Jarvis in whatever this thing is?” Bruce asked as Tony answered quickly, “Well…. yeah, I want to help you put Jarvis in whatever this is, and [Y/N] can supervise.”

-As Bruce shook his head you added, “He’s right, you are the only one who is extremely skilled in Bio-organics. If anyone could do it, it would be you.”

“You sound as crazy as him right now [Y/N]. You both are just assuming that Jarvis’s operational matrix can beat Ultron’s?”

“Yes, because Jarvis has been beating him from the inside without even knowing it.” Tony rebuttaled as you took a seat on a wheeled chair, eyes on the cradle as you listened, “This is the opportunity, we can create Ultron’s perfect self, this time without all the homicidal glitches Ultron calls personality traits.”

“We have to try.” You added as Jarvis voiced, “I believe it is worth a go.”

“I’m in a loop! I am caught in a time loop! This is exactly where everything went wrong last time.”

“I know, listen I know what everyone is going to say, but Banner they are already saying it. We are mad scientists, the Bio organics scientist, the psychologist, and the physics engineer. All three of us have our demons, and we have got to own them, make a stand to do the right thing. This isn’t a loop Bruce, it’s the end of the line.”

“Where should we start?” Bruce asked after several long seconds.

-You sat beside the cardle, watching in wonder as Tony and Bruce worked, however your eyes were drawn to the shadows as you heard, “You have to download that schematic in the next three minutes.”

“I will only say this once, shut it down.” Steve’s voice boomed as he and Sam stepped forward, Wanda and Pietro standing behind them as they all looked to Tony, whose voice carried, “Nope, not happening.”

“You have no idea what you are doing?”

“And you do?” Bruce sassed as you took a sip of water, your eyes on Steve as he continued, “How do you know she isn’t in your head?”

“I know you are angry…” Wanda started however Bruce was quick to cut her off, “Oh we are way past angry. At this point I could choke the life out of you and never change a shade.”

“Banner, after everything that happened you are still going along with these two?” Sam voices

“You have no idea what is in there?” Wanda added as the shouting started, your eyes however shifted from the men you respected to the quiet man with silver hair, his eyes meeting yours for a second before you shouted, “Stark.”

It was too late, Pietro had already started whipping around the lab, unplugging whatever he could that was attracted to the cradle, before hitting your chair, causing it to glide quickly across the floor before you were abruptly pulled into the stand position by Sam.

“What are you doing Bardot?” Sam asked in a whisper

“Fixing my mistake.” You replied, just as the glass below Pietro’s feet shattered.

-When the fight broke out, you quickly broke out of Sam’s grasp and started towards the computers determined to reboot the system amongst the fighting.

-Your attention was drawn away from the computer though by Thor crashing into the lab, turning quickly you were blinded by the glowing baby blue electricity pulsating round the room from Mjölnir, as Thor brought her down over the cradle, Banner screaming No, as he did.

-When the cradle exploded Tony grabbed you, and shielded you with his body, before signaling you to duck under the computer, as you did, whatever was within the cradle was now standing, ready to lunge at Thor, who quickly threw him through the glass when he did.

-You were quick to rise though when Thor followed him, peering through the wreckage at the man levitating in front of the window wall. As he lowered towards Thor, you made your way to the stairs, until you were with the group, standing in front of Bruce as Jarvis’s voice came from his mouth, “I apologize, that was strange.”

“Thor, you helped create this thing?” Steve asked as Sam glanced towards you, wanting to make sure you were completely okay.

“I had a vision. A whirlpool that sucked in all hope of life, and at its center is that.” His finger pointing towards the glowing yellow gem.

“You mean the gem?” Bruce asked

“It is the mind stone, one of the six Infinity Stones. They harness the greatest power in the universe, unparalleled in their destructive capabilities.”

“Then why would you…”

“Because Stark and Lady Bardot are right.” As he spoke Wanda’s eyebrow raised, her eyes fixed on you as Thor continued, “The Avengers can not defeat Ultron.”

“If Tony is right then this is definitely a sign of the end times.” Bruce voices as the man containing Jarvis’s voice spoke, “You can not defeat Ultron alone.”

“Why does your vision sound like Jarvis?” Sam asked, as the being approached Sam, Tony and Steve, your eyes fixed on him as he glided towards them over the shards of broken glass.

“We reconfigured Jarvis’s matrix in an effort to create something new.” Tony replied, your feet carried you away from the twins who were now whispering.

-Pietro asked Wanda why her eyebrow raised, to see if she was alright, to which she replied, “Bardot is not the name I saw when I peered into her mind.”

“What was it?”

“Strange.” She whispered softly, no one around her heard as her accent whispered out the word.

-As they all bickered over if they could trust Ultron’s creation you remained silent, your eyes fixed to the man with the mind stone, as he looked towards you with a strange peace, as though he knew something you did not yet know.

-When Vision picked up Mjölnir you smiled, and softly whispered, “We can trust him.”

-While the team prepared for the fight against Ultron, Sam looked to you, redwing in your hand as you extended it to him, “I did some tinkering, hopefully he will be way more useful then he was before.”

“Well seeing how he was just a basic drone before.” He smiled, before pulling you in for a hug, “Promise me something?”

“Hmm.” You hummed as he pulled back and kissed your forehead, “Stop siding with Stark.”

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