#kid reader

[solivanbrugmansiaswife]

What a freak

[v-valentine-e]

Far far away - prologue

You need to leave this house you need to leave this family if you can even called them that you're not sure to be honest sure you were adopted by Bruce Wayne that makes you a part of the Wayne family but you've never been a Wayne you will always be (last name) that how you saw yourself (first name) (last name) (first name) Wayne never sounded like they belong together no matter how many times you repeated it to yourself but (first name) (last name) felt right to you

you quickly grab your phone searching the quickest ways to disappeared how to cover your tracks properly apartments in the area jobs you write down everything you need to leave but you need a plan first you can't just leave you're still young being on the streets of Gotham sounds like a hell so you need a plan if you're going to survive you look down at your notes so far you have

•money

•cover story

•job

•housing

Those are the basic things you need to get out of this house. You start pacing, thinking how you're going to get enough money for housing, and you jump when you hear a knock at the door

"(first name)," you know that voice too well, it's the only person in the house that remembers you exist, Alfred

"(first name), are you coming down for dinner?" You don't even think you could eat right now, or even look them in the eyes

"I'm not hungry Alfred, I ate a big lunch, don't worry." You put on the happiest voice you could manage with your mind running a thousand miles per minute

"Ok, I'll wrap up dinner for you just in case." You take a deep breath as you hear his footsteps walk away from your door. You quickly go back to work, making a plan to leave. You promise yourself you will leave this house of you last thing you do

[cupidscrule]

SIT STILL !

Dad!gojo and kid!reader

Warning - none pure fluff

(⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠) A/N. This isn't an x reader thing just ignre the tags 😭 reader in gn

WC 500

"mm Sato- Stop movin' around" you muttered down at him holding his face. He sat in a small chair which surprisingly didn't immediately break under him, it was a dingy pink plastic one with hearts on it. Got it for your birthday but it got boring only playing with yourself! So that's why now, Satoru Gojo, the world's strongest sorcerer, his eyes closed with a shiny glittery powder covering them.

"Sorryyy" he says in an exaggerated voice with a stupid smirk on his face. You just stared down at him, in disappointment.

"Just drop moving! Sit still.." you say brows furrowed, picking up the eyeshadow palette from behind you, it was a pretty nice set up you'd say. Had a nice vanity, rose coloured desk, an array of 'supplies'. Talking the fluffy brush to his face and gently padding it over his lid. You were kinda mad at him because you didn't have any white eyeliner or lashes to match his, but you made it with what you had..?

"Okay open your eyes I need to do your lashes.." you say a pout on your face, he opened his eyes and you took the little prickly brush and tried to not poke his eyes out, didn't really matter if he went blind in the process though.

It was cakey, but it was pretty to you, picking up the bigger brush and dunking it in the pink palette

"Okay! Almost done-" you say squinting your eyes, Satoru was still just sitting there with a small smile on his face before you very aggressively rubbed the pink stuff on his cheeks and nose, unfortunately for him this stuff was scented so when you brought it over his nose he was trying his hardest not to sneeze but.

"DAD!"

"M'SORRY-"

"YOU MESSED ME UP"

God he was annoying, but alas you've come to the final step, lips. Debating what colour would be the best, red? Pink? Purple? Black?

Landed on red, basic but it was pretty. "Okay now push your lips like you're gonna kiss " you tell him sternly holding out the tube, he listens trying to not laugh. God knows what will happen if he makes a sound, you drag it over his pale lips messily adding the colour.

"Now for accessories!"

"Hey you just said you wanted to do this makeup stuff-"

"Well I changed my mind, stay still again-"

Epilogue lmfoaia

You were sitting there now with him at the tiny tea table, of course there wasn't actually any tea or even water. Satoru suggested he actually gets something for you two to drink during this 'game' but that would just kill the mood..

He's sitting there with a barely fitting white tutu over his pants, his hair in poorly done pigtails, and to top it off little bows with a crown.

Knock knock knock

"I'll get it-" you mutter standing up from your chair tiptoeing to the door, to see suguru.

"Where's Satoru-"

"I'm here."

"What happened."

"ISN'T HE PRETTYY!!"

[acosmicbee]

Teddy Bear

(First time posting on Tumblr! This is a repost from my Wattpad, so hopefully, you enjoy it!

TW: Typical Yandere stuff, neglect from reader's bio parents, reader gets drugged with some sleep medicine, reader is a child)

You weren't the biggest fan of airports. They weren't the most child friendly, even to one so independent such as yourself. You, at the young age of 7, were already tasked with keeping track of your passport, boarding pass and any belongings. 

While you felt proud that you hadn't lost anything important (to date) you were also rather sad. It wasn't fair that you were tasked with all of that while your little sister got all the help and attention from your parents. Not to mention that when you were her age they'd already started getting stricter about rules and chores. 

The only good thing about airports, and traveling in general, was that you only ever traveled to see your grandma. You adored your grandma, and she adored you. While your parents would take your sister out to town to get souvenirs or see attractions, your grandma doted on you.

You didn't have to do chores at grandma's house. Instead she would let you sit at the kitchen counter and talk about anything you wanted. It was like she was trying to make up all of the attention your parents failed to give you. 

It was from your grandma that you received your most beloved possession, a handmade teddy bear. She'd made it for you, from scratch. Even though he wasn't as perfect as the toys your sister got from the stores, you loved that bear. The imperfection added to the love and safety it radiated.

That was the reason you had hid the bear in your carry-on luggage, despite promising your parents to leave it at home. You didn't feel as safe without it, and you hated flying. Not to mention, your grandma had promised to knit the bear a sweater the next time you visited. Therefore, you totally needed it, even if your parents said no. 

"Y/N. We're about to board. You'll be by yourself. Act appropriately." Your mother hissed. Your father never even spared you a glance, busy helping your sister with her bags. You patiently waited for your boarding group to be called.

You handed the gate agent your boarding pass, smiling up at him when he called you a big kid. From there it was a slow crawl getting to your seat. Thankfully, a helpful woman from the aisle behind your seat was nice enough to help you put your bag in the overhead rack.

You were seated next to a young couple, the woman trying to soothe her partner's fears. You tried to be good and ignore them, pulling your teddy out from your carry on, but you couldn't help it.

"I've flown so many times Stef. Look at me. I'm still here, yeah? Nothing is going to happen." The woman tried to joke. It was clear that 'Stef' wasn't soothed in the slightest as he nervously glanced around. You felt bad for him.

You remembered your first time you flew without your parents near you. It had felt really scary. You still hated flying, but you had gotten a little used to it. You debated with yourself for a minute before eventually turning to the couple.

"Excuse me?" They turned to look at you, the woman smiling.

"Yes, sweetheart?" Stef asked. He mustered up a nervous smile for you and you gingerly held out your teddy bear.

"You can hold onto Teddy if you're scared... he helps me when I feel like that." You offered. Stef gently took your bear, which made you feel a lot better about letting him borrow it. He was being so gentle with it, carefully inspecting it.

"Thank you so much. It's clearly a very special bear." He said, placing it on his lap. "I'm Stefan, and this is my fiancee." 

"I'm Emma. It's a pleasure to meet you sweetheart."

"I'm Y/N." You introduced yourself. The safety video started to play on all the screens and you took that as an opportunity to double check your carry on bag was out of the way under your seat and that your seat belt was pulled tight.

Soon enough, the plane slowly rolled away from the gate, slowly moving towards the runway. Despite having watched you check your seatbelt, Stefan leaned over to double check it for you before checking his own.  

Emma smiled lovingly at the both of you, gently taking Stefan's hand as she looked out the window. Stefan tucked your teddy into the crook of his arm before offering you his open hand. You took it, trying to push back a sudden rush of sadness. No one had ever held your hand during takeoff before.

As the safety video finished, there was another minute of tension as the plane finally pulled onto the runway. The plane accelerated, faster and faster, as it lifted into the air. You shut your eyes at the feeling, trying to breathe and not panic.

The plane soared over the airport and the city below. Stefan, who was holding onto you tighter than you were him, finally cracked open his eyes. Emma smiled at him, ruffling his curls before returning to looking out the window. 

"Thank you Y/N. Your teddy helped me a lot." Stefan said, finally releasing the bear. You hugged it as you lay back in your seat. Your happy mood was squashed by the memories of being alone. After all, it wasn't like after this flight you'd ever see Emma or Stefan again.

"I don't believe I ever asked you where your parents are, sweetheart. Are you all alone?" Emma asked. You shook your head, frowning deeper.

"Not alone. They're sitting somewhere else. With Poppy." You muttered.

"Poppy?"

"My little sister." You hugged your bear tighter, trying to distract yourself. You missed the look Emma and Stefan shared with each other. Stefan took a deep breath before reaching under his seat for his carry-on bag. 

From the bag he withdrew some snacks and some candy. He offered you some, giving you a gentle smile.

"You shared your bear, so it's only right that I share my snacks. Here." You gingerly took some of the candy, turning away so he couldn't try and take it back from you. It was something you had to do often around Poppy and your parents. If you had something and Poppy wanted it you were forced to give it to her.

Instead of questioning you further, Emma navigated the small TV in front of her. She decided on a show that drew your attention when you had finally turned back around. When she noticed you watching, she smiled, waving you closer.

Eventually, after a lot of coaxing and reassurance, you ended up in her lap. She wrapped her arms tightly around you, and your teddy bear, as you both watched. 

Eventually, Emma soothed you enough for you to doze off, falling into a gentle sleep. When that happened, Stefan reached into his carry-on for the small blanket Emma recommended he pack for the plane.

They carefully tucked it around you, making sure you were nice and warm. You looked adorable with your teddy wrapped up like a burrito. But now that you were asleep, they began to talk.

"They're adorable." Stefan whispered, brushing some stray hair out of your face.

"Mhm. The most perfect child..." Emma trailed off, holding you a bit tighter.

"It's sad. They deserve better..." Stefan said. He was replaying what you'd said about your family in his mind.

"They'll get it." Emma said with a smile, gazing down at your peacefully sleeping face. 

"How can you be so sure?" Stefan asked, adjusting the blanket.

"Because we'll give them better." Emma stated. Stefan had to do a double take.

"What?" He asked. "We can't take them! That's kidnapping!" He hissed quietly, glancing around to make sure no one else had heard that.

"Stef, you do remember who we're going to meet, right? My family. Trust me, we have many connections. We hold a lot of power. If I wanted to hypothetically adopt a child I saved from neglectful parents, I can in a snap of my fingers." Stefan nervously glanced between you and his fiancee.

He thought long and hard for a long time before sighing. He wanted to fight back and say it wasn't right, but more than that, he wanted to help you. At least with himself and Emma, you'd be in a nice and loving household. You'd never want for anything, and you'd have doting parents.

Maybe taking you would be for the best...

—⁺˖°ʚ🧸ɞ°⁺˖—

You woke up from your nap with a sleepy yawn. You still had a couple of hours before the plane would land. It was dark outside, and most of the lights in the plane had been turned off. Stefan was watching some show on the TV in front of his seat while Emma was scrolling on her phone.

It was quiet, minus the hum of the engines. It seemed almost everyone was sleeping or minding their own business. You yawned, snuggling further into the warm blanket. Emma noticed you were awake and smiled down at you, setting her phone aside.

"You must be hungry. Here, I couldn't finish the food I ordered." She whispered. She handed you the half eaten airplane food that had been abandoned on her tray along with a half finished can of Sprite.

While the food was lack luster the soda was entirely new. You'd never been allowed to have soda before. When you told Emma as such after your first sip she gave you a sad smile. You happily finished the soda before being tucked back in.

You let out a yawn, cuddling back into Emma's arms. It was so warm and you were still so sleepy. Besides, you had hours until the plane landed, it would be fine to sleep for a little longer.

You drifted off to sleep once again, content and warm. Emma took a quick selfie of the two of you together before peeking over at Stefan. He was also dozing off, something that made her smile. She had such an amazing family...

She was also very happy Stefan had decided to bring along his heavy-duty melatonin for the trip.

—⁺˖°ʚ🧸ɞ°⁺˖—

"We hope you enjoyed your flight!" Finally the plane had landed, just after 4 in the morning. Emma yawned as she stood up, cradling you in her arms. You were due to be out for a while longer. She passed you onto Stefan once he had a good position with his own bags.

She took your carry on from under your seat as well as your suitcase from the luggage rack. She only had her carry on, as both hers and Stefan's suitcases were checked. They both exited the plane, easily walking right past your old family. After all, your parents were looking for a child by themselves, not one being carried by their parents.

Emma led Stefan over to where a few people in suits waited by the gate.

"Stefan, these are some people my parents sent to escort us. They'll be expiditing our way out of here." She explained. As they were led away, two of the individuals stayed behind. They were the ones tasked with staying behind to deal with your old parents, either with bribes or with force.

It was after a fast tracked security process that the three of you were escorted to a fancy car with a waiting chauffeur. Emma took you back from Stefan as the car took off, weaving out of the airport pick-up area.

By the time the car arrived outside a large home, the sun was beginning to rise. An attendant opened the door for them, leading them to a medium sized bedroom upstairs. There was a small air mattress set up on the floor, but it was covered in expensive and soft blankets. 

"Your parents apologize for not being here to greet you and your fiancee... and child. They also send their condolences for being unable to procure a bed of adequate size for the child." The maid explained. "Their flight arrives around lunch time. Your siblings will also be flying in later today."

"It's alright Tracey. Tell mom and dad we're fine, okay?" Emma smiled. "I think we'll probably be sleeping for a while, so please keep it quiet."

"Of course, Miss Emma. Welcome home."

—⁺˖°ʚ🧸ɞ°⁺˖—

You woke up warm once again. At first, you thought you were still on the plane, cuddled close in Emma's arms. After all, you were still surrounded by soft blankets, and your teddy bear was held tight in your arms. 

But the only sound you could hear was the faint chirping of birds, not the hum of an airplane. Something was wrong here. You slowly uncurled from the blankets, trying to untangle yourself enough to sit up.

You rubbed the sleep from your eyes as you looked around an expensive, unfamiliar bedroom. Where were you?

The room was spacious. The mattress you were on was tucked away in a corner, next to a larger bed. You were covered in the softest blankets you'd ever felt and your teddy was there too. A few stray rays of light streamed in through a crack in the curtains.

You stood up as quietly as possible, shaking off the remaining sleepiness. The mattress wobbled a little under your weight and you had to lean on the wall to steady yourself. Your mind felt a little foggy as you stumbled off the air mattress, taking your teddy with you.

You, somehow, managed to stumble out into the hallway without waking up Emma or Stefan, who were asleep in the bed. It was sunny, but the kind that happens in the late afternoon. The hallway was grand, lined with artwork and smaller pedestals of art.

Your sleep addled brain hadn't quite placed where you were yet or what happened, mostly due to the melatonin you had been drugged with. Your brain was working slow, and some signals were being processed too late. It was why you found yourself being picked up before you registered you weren't alone.

"Aren't you just the most adorable little one?" A man's voice said. The first thing your brain was able to process was that he looked similar to Emma. He had the same eyes but his hair was blond while hers was black. He gently carried you further down the hallway, smiling down at you.

"When Emma texted telling me she was adopting a kid, I didn't think you'd be this adorable. Then again, Emma has always had an amazing eye for sweet things." The man seemed content just talking to you, even if you weren't responding.

"Ah! But where are my manners? While I know you, you don't know me. I'm Alexi, Emma's father. You can just call me grandpa." He said with a smile. He stopped walking in front of an open door. The room inside was a fancy living room with a grand fireplace. He sat down on the couch, letting you rest on his lap. 

The drugs must not have worn off enough because soon enough you fell asleep again, holding your teddy close.

—⁺˖°ʚ🧸ɞ°⁺˖—

It was half an hour later when Emma burst into the living room, looking around frantically. Her hair was messy and her clothing was disheveled. When her eyes landed on you, peacefully dozing in her father's lap, her entire body relaxed.

"Good afternoon father." She said, her breathing starting to even out from it's anxiety induced pace. 

"I found this little one wandering the halls looking half asleep. The poor dear was out like a light within five minutes." Alexi said with a smirk. He didn't protest when Emma plucked you off his lap, holding you close. "Your siblings should be home a little before dinner, so try and have the little one up for that."

"I'm sure they'll be awake by then." Emma said, gently bouncing you in her arms. You let out a sleepy groan at the movement, waking up a little. You glanced around the room with squinted eyes before resting your head back against her shoulder.

"Your mother has stepped out, and she's probably buying some toys and outfits for them." He warned. 

"They'll be one of the most loved and spoiled kids on the planet, that's for sure." Emma said, adjusting your head with a smile. "But they'll deserve it after what they went through to get here."

—⁺˖°ʚ🧸ɞ°⁺˖—

That evening you met your new family for the first time. That evening marked the start of a new chapter of your life, one you tried to resist at first but felt too good to fight against. Everyone loves to be loved, right?

Who knew it would all start with a very very loved teddy bear?

[lil-isha]

Can people please give me some Child!reader fics 🙏😭 I think I've read them all. I NEED CHILD!READER FICS, I NEVER GOT TO HAVE A CHILDHOOD. I need them all

Kid!reader, Toddler!reader, baby!reader, child!reader, teen!reader, platonic!reader, Daughter!reader, son!reader, sister!reader, brother!reader. I DONT CARE, JUST GIVE THEM TOO ME‼️

I NEED PLATONIC FICS

[httpvomitello]

Hii💗how are you?

Usually there's only joel miller x child!reader on tumblr when it comes to non-romantic fics, so I was thinking of something with tommy (I already liked his character in the games but now that he's gabriel luna I love him more than ever), and I came with a request on my mind: Can you write something where Tommy has toddler daughter reader before outbreak and how it would've been the outbreak morning and night on the first episode if tommy had a kid himself, a baby depending on him?

Ooh, i really like that one. And i hope you like too ~ ♡

(btw i'm also taking requests for the last of us now!)

When the Sky Fell Quiet .｡*･ﾟﾟ

Summary: Tommy Miller wasn’t supposed to be a single dad. But one mistake and a miracle later, he had a daughter. You. And nothing else in the world mattered. On September 26th, 2003, everything changes. But he still has one job: keep you safe. No matter what it takes.

tommy miller & daughter!reader

WARNINGS: Angst, panic and chaos, parent/child trauma, minor language, character death, bittersweet ending.

Morning — September 26, 2003

The morning started like most others.

You woke up in your tiny toddler bed—an old crib frame with the bars removed and cartoon sheets from a garage sale. You were rubbing your eyes, thumb stuck in your mouth, curls wild and messy.

Tommy was already in the kitchen, pouring burnt coffee into a mug that said #1 Dad, a Father’s Day gift you didn’t even remember giving him (you were still learning how to talk, after all). He was in his usual half-buttoned flannel and jeans with drywall dust on the knees.

“Bout time you woke up, sunshine,” he called softly as you padded down the hall in fuzzy socks.

You grunted.

He laughed. “That’s my girl.”

He picked you up and kissed your cheek, tickling your side until you squealed and kicked.

“Don’t tickle Daddy,” you warned with mock seriousness.

“Oh, is that so?” he teased. “Who makes the rules in this house?”

You leaned in close, finger to your lips. “Shh. Me.”

Tommy barked a laugh and kissed your forehead again. “Hell, I believe it.”

He dropped you off at the little daycare by the fire station—one of those rundown places where the toys were cracked and the paint peeled, but the teachers loved the kids like their own.

You didn’t cry when he left anymore. Not since last spring.

He looked back twice from his truck just to make sure you weren’t upset.

You weren’t.

You were waving.

And smiling.

Around 3:00 p.m., the sirens started.

At first, Tommy ignored them. Helicopters flying low over the suburbs, firetrucks screaming in all directions. One of the guys on site said something about the news—riots, maybe? People going crazy?

By 5:00 p.m., Tommy was already on edge.

He tried calling Joel. No answer.

Tried calling the daycare. Busy.

By 5:30, he broke every speed law in Austin trying to reach you.

When he burst through the front door of the daycare, the place was in chaos.

Children crying. Staff on their phones. A teacher holding the door shut while pounding echoed from the other side.

He saw you sitting on the floor, little backpack clutched to your chest like a lifeline.

Your eyes were wide, your cheeks flushed.

“Daddy!” you cried.

He ran to you, scooped you up in his arms, and didn’t let go.

“I got you, baby girl,” he whispered against your hair. “I got you.”

Back home, things were worse.

News reports said the virus was spreading. Airborne, waterborne—they didn’t know. Tommy shut every window, every vent. He grabbed the emergency bag Joel made for him after the Y2K scare. Loaded the pistol he hadn’t touched in two years.

He held you the whole time.

You weren’t asking questions—you didn’t need to. You knew something was wrong. You didn’t want your juice or your bedtime book. You just held his shirt and didn’t let go.

When night fell, the neighborhood lit up with fire and screams.

Joel called. Finally.

“Get ready to run,” he said. “I’m coming.”

When you arrived at your uncle's house, everything seemed to be happening too quickly.

Sarah cried when she saw you. She hugged you tight. You used to call her "Sasa" when you could barely speak.

You sat in the middle seat of the truck, clinging to Sarah's hand while your dad drove and she asked what was happening.

Neither of them had answers.

Helicopters crashed in the distance. Streets were blocked. People ran in the dark. Fires rose behind them.

Tommy wouldn’t let you go.

You didn’t understand it.

But you knew something was breaking.

Tommy ran, carrying you the whole time, trying to get to his brother and niece.

When the soldier pointed the gun, when Joel screamed for him to stop, when Sarah hit the ground—

You screamed too.

He couldn’t feel his legs. His throat was raw from yelling.

But you were warm and alive in his arms, and that was all that mattered.

Joel held Sarah’s body.

Tommy sat by the ditch, cradling you. You were shaking. He held your head to his chest and rocked you gently, even as the world around you burned.

You didn’t sleep.

He didn’t either.

Your hands clutched the collar of his shirt like you were afraid he’d disappear.

“I got you, baby girl,” he whispered again and again, like a prayer. “Daddy’s here. I got you.”

And even when the world ended, you believed him.

Because his arms never let go.

[skmhlml]

hello !! May I ask a headcanon Shadow Mik cookie x toodle reader please ?? Like He found them before he got corrupted and decided to adopt them, even when he became the Master Of Deceit he still cared about them and not corrupt them, Candy Apple and Black Sapphire cookie also adore the little toodle. but when he got sealed away, the Whitches decided to give the toodle to someone else, but got also cursed by never growing up by their father.

After he got free, he go with his minions find his baby and found them, and the little one is more then happy to see their TRUE family back

A headcanon/one-shot please !!!

Date requested: 6/24/2025

Shadow Milk Cookie x Kid!Reader |Headcannons + One-shot| (Platonic Of course)

🧿 Shadow Milk Cookie wasn’t yet the Master of Deceit— just a curious and mysterious Cookie with a deep affinity for things others ignored.

🧿 He found you—a small, squishy, strange little creature made by accident during a failed Witch experiment. He felt an instant, unspoken connection to you. You were odd. So was he. It was perfect.

🧿 Instead of handing you over or abandoning you, he picked you up, cradled you in his arms, and whispered: “You’re mine now, little one. Let no one say otherwise.”

🧿 You didn’t talk much, babbling or communicating in tiny gestures. But you adored him deeply. Your bond formed fast— naps in his cape, being rocked gently while he read scrolls, glowing softly when you were near him.

🧿 Candy Apple Cookie immediately saw you as the cutest thing in existence. She gave you nicknames like “Crumble Muffin” or “Boo Berry” and always insisted on giving you glittery accessories you tried to chew on.

🧿 Black Sapphire Cookie was initially indifferent but became your quiet protector. You liked to climb up on his shoulder and rest there while he trained. He often mumbled, “You’re safer up here.”

🧿 Shadow Milk became the Master of Deceit, but not with you. He still cradled you gently in clawed arms, still hummed lullabies while you slept. His voice echoed with power now:

🧿 You were the only thing he didn’t try to twist or turn dark. He shielded you from dark magics. Hid you during battles. Whispered in secret: “I can be a monster to the world, but never to you.”

🧿 The Witches, fearing your connection to him, cursed you— stunting your growth. You would never age. Never mature. Always a helpless “Toodler” needing guidance. To them, you were just a leftover experiment anyway.

🧿 When Shadow Milk was sealed, they gave you away. To someone lesser. A cruel, indifferent caretaker who left you cold and confused.

———

The wind was quiet.

For centuries, the night sky had held its breath. The stars refused to shine as they once did. Something was missing. Someone.

And tonight, the shadows stirred.

Through the ruins of a forgotten sugar temple, three figures stepped— one cloaked in twilight, one glittering with stardust, one trailing candy mist.

Shadow Milk’s eyes blazed violet as he pushed open the rusted iron gates.

“My child is here,” he growled, not in menace—but in pure, undying purpose.

Candy Apple skipped ahead, calling, “Sweety ~? Baby?? Where are you, my little starlight?”

Black Sapphire didn’t speak. His hand gripped his blade.

And inside, in a forgotten nursery, you sat—small, unmoving, curled up with a worn blanket and a button-eye plush.

You had felt something today. A ripple. A whisper. Like a memory tugging on your crumbling heart.

You blinked slowly as the door creaked open.

A moment passed.

And then—your wide eyes filled with warm tears.

“Bubba…?”

You flung yourself forward, scrambling on tiny legs, squeaking and chirping nonsense as your little arms stretched out— and he caught you.

Shadow Milk dropped to his knees and scooped you into his chest, holding you like he never wanted to let go.

You squealed and laughed, nuzzling into his cold shoulder, clinging to his cape. The scent was the same. The hum in his chest was the same. The way his arms curled protectively around you like a fortress—it was all the same.

“They took you from me,” he whispered, rage cracking in his voice. “But never again.”

Candy Apple sobbed happily, dropping to her knees beside you. “You’re still adorable! Oh my sugar stars—look how tiny!”

Black Sapphire stood back, watching you—his sharp gaze softening as you reached your little arms toward him.

He gave a slow nod. “We missed you too, kid.”

[alilobsessive]

Readers the kid of the Neglected Wayne, okay, okay, here me out. Neglected Wayne is Bruce is kid from a short relationship back when he was training to be Batman. So there about the same age as Dick, maybe older? They were raised in the manner but very rarely saw Bruce before he became Batman. Even then they rarely saw him.  Neglected Wayne runs away from home before Jason becomes Robin and cuts as much ties from the family as possible. Things are going great for them, they even get married and had a kid. Of course there sibling are aware they exist, there just indifferent towards them or hate them *cough* Damien *cough*. Eventually Neglected Wayne has Reader, but then they die or at least something happens to Neglected Wayne that makes it so they can no longer take care of Reader. So Reader whose younger than Damien is sent to live with there next of kin Bruce, chaos ensues.

[p0lyn3sian]

Can I plz get a child reader?

A child reader with undiagnosed autism x multi slasher/whatever you want to write fandom

YESSS OFFFCCC!!!! I only added slashers that would be great with kids!

I also had to search up about undiagnosed autism, so this was maybe or not accurate, so I'm really sorry about that!! Also your age would be 6 or 7 or whichever you want! Also, this was kind of off topic for some of these characters, so I hope it's okay!

Slashers: Carrie, Hewitts & Sawyers (Mama Luda, Hoyt, Monty, Thomas, Drayton, Nubbins, Chop-Top, & Bubba), Jason, Hannibal & Will, Sinclair Brothers (Bo, Vincent, & Lester), Norman, & Chucky & Tiffany!!

Slashers w/ a child reader that has undiagnosed autism!

Carrie:

Carrie understands what stuff you hate and what stuff you love/like! She looks out for you while you play on the playground, and she knows now that you don't like to socialize and you would rather play by yourself.

Carrie knew that you hated loud things or sounds, because you would cover your ears from those noises. Sometimes Carrie would call out your name, and you wouldn't respond to her so she'll rub your back or lightly tap your back. Carrie would then walk to the kitchen with you and make your favorite food!

Hewitt family & Sawyer family:

Living with a cannibal family is sometimes scary for you and okay. Most times the whole family is busy doing their own things, and sometimes they'll argue about things.. Mama Luda knows that you cover your ears if someone is too loud, so she'll make everyone shut up, or she'll hit every single one of them (She did it a few times with her wooden broom, which left red marks on some of them 💀.)

Except for Thomas and Bubba, these two would try and make you laugh or happy! Nubbins and Chop-top would mostly likely bother you, because apparently these two have nothing else to do, and just bother you without a care in the world. You'll sometimes be with Monty and his little dog, just only petting the dog if you're bored or playing with his little dog too! You'll thank Drayton for cooking his delicious chili every time he cooks it! Hoyt is something else, he'll yell at you for this and that has never even done before. Until, Mama Luda will start beating him and make him do something else instead of screaming at you. You love hanging out with Mama Luda, because she loves to give you hugs and kisses on the cheeks and forehead!

Jason:

Jason would see you do stuff repeatedly with your hands or spinning around in circles, etc. Jason would try and calm you down with your meltdowns, he'll try hugging you, making your favorite food, or reading your favorite book to you! When it's camping day at camp crystal lake, Jason would always keep a look out of where you are. Jason would see that you don't really interact with people, just small talks here and there but nothing more than that. Jason is not worried about that at all with you not socializing with other kids your age or people that are older than you!

Jason gets really worried that you don't answer him, like you're staring at him while he's signing your name, so Jason would tap on you gently to see if your trance would stop. It did and you would kinda see Jason crying, because of how close he is and he would give you a big hug, while you will hear sniffles from him. Jason also knows what things and/or food that you love and what you hate!

Hannibal & Will:

Hannibal and Will know about the undiagnosed autism you have! Hannibal has seen your reactions with different types of smell and even food too! Will also see that you would avoid eye contact when Will would ask you things! So, these two would try and do things to help with your undiagnosed autism! For example, Will would buy you coloring pages and water color pages too! Hannibal would try and find you other calming activities, like toys that aren't loud for your ears or toys that can be really boring over time!

Hannibal and Will have put you homeschooled, because they have a feeling that if you are in a public school with your last name being the same as Hannibal's and if the FBI would find out about you, they'll take you away which they wouldn't want at all. There's been some difficulties with you not responding to your name, Will or Hannibal would tap you softly and make you do something else and would do the work later for your undiagnosed autism! Hannibal and Will would soothe you from your meltdowns you would have and make you a warm cup of tea that is great for your taste buds!

Sinclair Brothers:

You would always hangout with Vincent, because it's quiet and you love seeing Vincent do his work! (Vincent would make a spinning circle with his index finger, to tell you to turn your whole body around, because some of his work is not for you to see.) You love hanging out with Lester and Jonesy, because Lester would always try and make you laugh whenever you feel down, or Jonesy licking your face which also makes you laugh too! You still kinda think Bo is scary, but Bo would try and get things from people that are interesting or something in the house they owned when they were little.

Bo would give you Vincent's coloring pages with coloring stuff he has found in their toy boxes! He would also give you toys that are interesting for you too! So, little by little time hanging out with Bo, you would sometimes go with him and people would try and kidnap you even though they're trying to get you out of that scary place. Until, Bo would hunt them down with your cries screaming for Bo to help you from them. All three brothers would try and make time to play board games with you, or cook food for you too!

Norman:

Norman knows a lot of things about undiagnosed autism! He has a book or two that's about autism and other stuff too! So, Norman would examine what food you hate and food that you love to eat! Also, smells that would make you go into the other room. Norman would buy toys or things that are calming for you and that you wouldn't get bored while Norman is working!

Norman sometimes calls out your name for something or to eat, and he would see that you aren't reacting to your name being called. So, he would tap on you gently to come do some stuff or eat! Norman would also soothe you from your meltdowns that you have, he would hug you for a little bit until you feel better, or do things that you love!

Chucky & Tiffany:

Chucky and Tiffany would try anything to calm you down from your meltdowns! They would make you laugh, or do something that you love! Tiffany would give you kisses on your cheeks and/or forehead, she'll also give you a hug if you want hugs too! You would smile at Chucky to see if he smiles at you too, and Chucky will give his smile, because he sees people not smiling back at you which makes you not look at them until they smile at you!

Tiffany knows what food you love and hate, even smells too! She would always tell her husband what things to buy for you and other stuff too! If you're eating a snack at the table, Tiffany and Chucky would always sit with you and talk with you so that you wouldn't have a sad face! Chucky and Tiffany would always make time for you, and take you out somewhere instead of you staying in the house! They would take you to a fun place and a restaurant that you'll definitely love!

[deezee112]

The Birthday Doll

Masterlist | Ending 1

Yandere!Platonic!Twisted Wonderland x GN!kid!Reader

A/N : I’ve decided to combine both the prologue and the first two episodes into one because I’m lazy yes, I admit it! But overall, I think it turned out pretty well. The writing might be a little confusing since I’ve been feeling kinda out of it lately, plus I’ve been busy with stuff at home. Still, I think it’s okay.

Oh, and one more thing! Most of the guys’ endings will be randomized, so whether they get a good or bad ending totally depends on what I roll.

Warning : Child reader , platonic yandere , lifelike doll. , Parental neglect , loneliness , y/n taller than 160 cm.

Tags :

@sherryclover

English is not my first language.

It’s your birthday.

You woke up hoping something would feel different. Special, even. But the house still smelled like dust and reheated coffee, and the same early morning silence pressed against the walls like always.

You sat at the kitchen table, legs dangling off the too-tall chair, waiting for the sound of footsteps or maybe even just a voice. But only the hum of the refrigerator answered you.

Your parents had already left.

You found the note on the counter in your mother’s familiar, rushed handwriting.

“ Happy birthday, sweetie. There’s cereal in the cabinet. We’ll be home late tonight, but your gift should be delivered around 2. We love you. ”

There was a smiley face at the end, drawn so perfectly it didn’t feel like hers at all.

You read the note twice before folding it up and tucking it into your hoodie pocket.

You don’t cry. That’s not new. You’ve learned to expect this kind of birthday. Quiet. Empty. No candles, no wrapping paper ripped open while people cheer, no clapping over a misshapen cake. Just cereal and silence and maybe a screen if you’re lucky.

You were never a loud child. Too quiet, your teachers used to say. “ y/n very polite, very reserved. A bit shy, maybe. ” That’s how adults say you’re not the kind of kid they understand.

Other kids don’t really talk to you much either. You’re not sure if it’s because you’re bad at talking first or if they just think you’re weird. Probably both. You’ve heard them whisper about you before things like “ she’s kind of scary ” or “ she doesn’t smile much, does she? ”

You’ve tried to make friends. Once or twice. But it never really stuck. So you stopped trying.

At exactly 2:03 p.m., there’s a knock at the door.

You hesitate. You weren’t expecting someone to actually show up. Your heart picks up a little as you approach the door and peek through the peephole.

There’s a delivery man outside. Average height. Wears a uniform. Bored expression. No one you know. You open the door, and he gestures to something behind him a tall, rectangular package on a wheeled dolly, wrapped in thick, silver-colored material.

“ Delivery for y/n l/n ” he says, reading off a clipboard. “ From…Hightower Corp.? ”

You just nod, not sure what else to say.

He has you sign something with a pen that barely works, then wheels the thing inside. It takes up most of the hallway. Almost as tall as the coat rack. When he leaves, the silence comes back. He doesn’t say happy birthday.

You close the door. Lock it. Then turn and just stare at the thing.

It’s a gift, you guess. It’s probably the one mother mentioned in the note. You wonder if it’s one of those expensive toys you saw on TV once. The ones that cost too much, look too real.

You wait for a few minutes before slowly tugging the plastic away.

What’s inside isn’t like the toys you’ve seen on television.

It looks like a person.

An adult. Life-sized. Fully dressed in soft clothes that look brand new. The face is still, eyes closed, with features so detailed you feel your stomach drop a little. Even the hair looks real soft, brushed neatly into place.

For a moment, you wonder if this is a prank. But it’s not funny.

You reach out and barely touch its sleeve with your fingertips. The fabric is warm.

That’s when the doll opens its eyes.

The eyes opened.

You screamed.

Not loud your scream barely got past your throat but it was sharp and real, the kind of sound you only make when something shakes your sense of what's supposed to be real.

You bolted.

Your feet thudded across the hallway floor as you ran past the shoe rack, past the empty living room with the turned-off TV, up the stairs two at a time. You didn’t look back. You didn’t want to look back.

You slammed your bedroom door shut and dove into bed, crawling under the covers like they were the only armor you had.

The fabric smelled faintly like the detergent your mom always uses. It used to make you feel safe. Right now, you weren’t sure if it was working.

Your heart raced. Your body felt too hot under the blanket, but you didn’t dare pull it down. You were eight years old. You knew dolls weren’t supposed to open their eyes. Not on their own. Not unless someone turned a switch or pressed a button.

You hadn’t touched anything.

Your hands clenched the blanket tighter.

You’d never had anything like this before. It wasn’t just a doll. It wasn’t just a toy. It was human. Or…it looked human. That was enough to terrify you.

Then…a sound.

Soft footsteps. They were careful, slow, quiet.

You held your breath.

The door creaked open just a little.

There was silence. Then something even stranger happened.

A voice.

“ Hello? ” it said, softly. “ Are you okay? ”

It was calm. Gentle. The way grown-ups talk in children’s books like someone reading aloud on a rainy night. It didn’t sound robotic or fake. It sounded…concerned.

But you didn’t answer.

The blanket muffled everything now. You curled up tighter, pressing your knees to your chest. You didn’t care if it was your birthday. You didn’t want anything like this.

You heard a small knock. Not from the door closer. Lower.

“ I’m sorry I scared you. I shouldn’t have moved so suddenly. ”

The voice was coming from the floor. Maybe just outside your door.

You peeked just a tiny bit pulling down the blanket an inch or two. Still no footsteps. No shouting. No threats.

Just…that voice. Soft. Gentle. Like it really meant it.

“ I’m here to keep you company. ” it said. “ I know I look strange. And I know you weren’t expecting me. ”

There was a pause. Then a breath.

“ I don’t want to hurt you. I just…I’d like to stay. If that’s alright. ”

You didn’t say anything for a long time.

You just listened.

The voice outside your room didn’t grow louder. It didn’t repeat itself. It didn’t try to open the door. It simply....waited.

Whoever or whatever this was, it didn’t act like a toy.

You swallowed, your mouth suddenly dry. Your body still curled under the blanket, stiff and wired like a coiled spring, but your mind was starting to catch up.

It hadn’t chased you.

It hadn’t knocked down your door.

It hadn’t even moved since it came up the stairs.

That was…weird. But in a different way. In a quiet way. Maybe even a good way.

Another minute passed. Two. Then three. Still nothing.

Your fingers slowly loosened from the blanket’s edge. The panic hadn’t disappeared, not really but something else was growing in its place. Something softer.

Loneliness.

You turned your head toward the sound of the door and whispered, your voice small and muffled. “ ...You’re not gonna come in? ”

There was a brief silence.

Then the voice responded, gentle as ever. “ Only if you say I can. ”

You hesitated. You weren’t sure what to do with that. Most adults didn’t ask permission for things. Not teachers. Not your parents. Not anyone, really.

“ …Okay. ” you whispered.

The door creaked open just an inch, then another. Then slowly, slowly, the figure stepped into the room.

You peeked from under the covers.

It no, they stood quietly in the doorway. Still. Calm. Their posture relaxed, but not slouched. Their clothes were soft-looking. Pale-colored. Comfortable. Their face was kind, shaped like someone who might work at a bookstore or serve soup at a quiet café. Nothing too sharp or flashy. ( In fact, you can imagine them as whatever you want in your mind. )

They had a warmth to them, like a lamp turned on in the early evening.

You couldn’t believe how real they looked. How normal. The movement of their arms. The expression in their eyes. You stared at their hands as they clasped them gently in front, like they were waiting to be told what to do.

“ I can sit on the floor. ” they said, offering it like a gift. “ Or leave. Whatever you want. ”

“ …You can sit. ” you said, barely above a whisper.

They nodded. Then, without a word, they moved to the edge of the carpet and carefully lowered themself down, cross-legged. Like they didn’t want to scare you again.

Silence settled between you. But this time, it didn’t feel like the silence in the rest of the house. Not cold. Not empty. Just quiet.

You kept staring.

They didn’t look back. Not directly. They looked around the room instead at the posters on your walls, the pile of books near your bed, the toy you hadn’t touched in months.

They were giving you time.

After a while, you slid down from the bed, still wrapped in your blanket like a cocoon, and sat at the edge, watching.

“ …You’re not a real person. ” you said cautiously.

They looked up and smiled a little not with their mouth, but with their eyes.

“ No. Not in the way you mean. ”

“ Then what are you? ”

They thought about that. “ I’m…here to take care of you. ”

“ Like a babysitter? ”

They shook their head. “ Not quite. ”

“ …Like a friend? ”

A pause.

“ If that’s what you want me to be. ”

You stared at them for a long time.

You weren’t used to people asking what you wanted. Not really. You weren’t sure what to do with that kind of question. Most days, you felt like a side character in your own house someone to be left with instructions, not asked for opinions.

You pulled your blanket closer and thought hard.

“ …You scared me. ” you said finally.

“ I know. ” they replied. “ I’m sorry. ”

“ But you waited. ”

“ I wanted to make sure you felt safe. ”

You looked down at the blanket in your hands. Your fingers picked at the edge, nerves making little knots in the threads. You glanced back at them again.

“ Are you…gonna be here a long time? ”

“ If you want me to be. ”

You blinked. You didn’t know what to say to that.

Then, without realizing it, your voice came out a little smaller. A little softer.

“ …Do you have a name? ”

They shook their head gently.

“ No. Not yet. ”

You tilted your head.

“ …Someone just made you without a name? ”

“ Someone made me to be given one. That part’s up to you. ”

You blinked again. Your lips parted slightly, unsure what emotion was about to come out. You weren’t used to choosing something that mattered.

Your heart fluttered in a strange, new way half nervous, half…excited?

You looked at them, sitting patiently on the floor like they’d wait forever if that’s what it took.

You felt your blanket slip from your shoulders just a little as you leaned forward.

Then, in a small, careful voice, you asked

“ …What’s your name…? ”

[cxlrayne]

Disguised as Danger

Platonic ! Fluff - neglected child GN! reader x fatherly kidnapper

Synopsis: Despite being born into a rich family, your simple needs weren't fulfilled, and you weren't treated and loved like a child properly. And, against all odds, your kidnapper was the one who was able to satisfy your basic necessities and became your guardian.

Note: English is my second language

enjoy!

Doing all the wealthy guys' dirty work? Cassius is already used to it. For him, it's just another normal day in his world, completing another "under the table" job assigned by his shitty boss.  It's already clear that he thinks about the life he could have had if he hadn't been born into this world.

So just imagine it when he kidnapped you, a rich family's child. He thought you'd be loudly crying like some spoiled nepo baby—

—and indeed you did cry, however it was different from what he imagined.

Of all things, you cried because he gave you a bed to sleep, food to eat, water to drink—in short, all the basic necessities. Aren't you supposed to have all that, but in a luxurious version? You know, with silk sheets and caviar?

Instead of you crying like some sort of unruly child, you clung onto him, your small fingers digging into his worn leather jacket, your breath hitching as you fought back the tears while thanking him endlessly.

He was baffled. He couldn't believe you weren't begging to be returned to your luxurious life. Weren't you supposed to beg him to go back home? Or is his mind playing tricks on him...?

Surely you were just clinging onto him like a koala and acting to get favors right...?

And when he tried to contact your rich, good-for-nothing parents you did the opposite—you clung onto him, your small hands gripping his arm, begging him not to.

Now, he was really confused. Don't blame him for not getting any clues, he's just a man who's too busy fulfilling his jobs, not realizing his living under a rock.

He was horrified and dumbfounded when he dug some information about your well-being, discovering that you weren't properly taken care of—and let me tell you that he took it to heart. And instead of returning you, he kept you, protected you, and treated you like a human being.

He didn't care if his boss complained about him not doing his job properly and threatened him. After all, Cassius was a guy who did a lot of killings and shady businesses, so his boss should be the one to fear him and be threatened whenever he felt his presence.

Cassius abandoned his task and threatened his boss to give him the paycheck, which was really successful because he had scary privileges, and acted as your guardian.

He took you to different places, buying you everything your heart desired, plushies, desserts, toys, clothes, anything no matter the cost.

Whenever Cassius had missions, he'd bring you along, his presence comforting you. He'd be protecting you like some sort of bodyguard, his hand always close at hand, ready to shield you from anything.

One time, when you accidentally saw him beat up a guy, he feared that you'd get scared of him. However, you were giggling, considering that you were just an innocent and clueless child.

Making you laugh, he'd do everything to make you laugh, smile or giggle. Despite him being a big scary guy, it was an easy job for him to make you laugh.

At times when you were crying, you'd clung onto him and he'd soothe you, until you'd fall asleep in his arms. After that, he'd find who made his baby cry like that, and maybe, beat them to death? It's not Cassius' fault, it's the only choice he had...

He would sacrifice himself for you at any time, given that you weren't properly loved and cared for, because you were his child despite the circumstances.

He would do things that your parents didn't fulfill in your life, even simple things. Like tucking you to sleep, reading you a book, singing you a lullaby, combing your hair, anything that you could imagine.

You were his child after all, a child to be loved and taken care of.

[blueberrypancakesworld]

Hai hai!! i finally thought of a request, the thunderbolts (platonically) with a kid reader who they picked up off the streets like a cat? Theyre basically like the teams kid, and they all show their care differently,

for more context, reader was on the bad side of the streets, and yelena was the one to initally take them under her wing :3

How the Thunderbolts deal with a child

Yelena/Bucky/John/Alexei/Ava/Bob x (platonic) child!reader

warning : fluff, cuddling, loss of family

Summary : In the dark disaster that befell New York, there were not only losses and rescues. People had lost their lives in the rubble, and when Yelena saw the child, she knew she had to help. So the Thunderbolts found themselves in a half-finished tower with a child they all cared for, each in their own special way.

info: Thank you so much for the request, it's finally here and I hope you enjoy reading it. Thanks again for the requests and all the support :)

masterlist

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She was the one who heard the scream for the first time, and the disaster and chaos were not only used for reconstruction.

When the Thunderbolts went through the city to help, it was the blonde who went to the darker neighborhoods, who stood up to crime, and it was she who found the precisely thrown stone that a frightened child had thrown at her.

“Hey, that was a good throw,” she said kindly, but the blood on the child's clothes and the neglect seemed to be due to more than just the disaster.

So, in one swift movement, she grabbed the kid by the collar and took it with her. “We'll find you a home, little one,” she assured, before making her way back through the streets to the tower.

Despite the tragic circumstances, they quickly found out that the kid had no family...despite the fact that they had averted the threat, they still couldn't save everyone. “I mean, it's the least we can do, isn't it?” Ava said when she saw the child pounce on something as mundane as a bowl of cereal John had made.

It was sweet to see John's fatherly instincts kick in as soon as Yelena took the little bundle with her and the strong blond soldier became a man moved to tears.

“The Thunderbolts are the child's family now!” Alexei said, the joy on his face unabated, the moment he saw Yelena with the child, he too had switched into proud father mode.

Now the decision lay with Bucky, whose gaze was clouded with concern. “I...um...I don't have much experience with children,” he said honestly, slowly, looking down at his bionic arm, almost ashamed.

When Bob placed his hand on his and gave him an honest smile, and his team gave him their trust, the oldest knew that it was decided. “We're parents!” Bob exclaimed, and Alexei, moved by the whole scene, embraced the family tightly before everyone's eyes turned to the child.

Of course, it wasn't easy at first, as most of the experience with children, real experience without missions and weapons, was something John had.

The only real father quickly bought everything they needed: new clothes, food, a few books, and toys.

He was completely absorbed in his role, almost as if he were with his own son, whom he hadn't seen for months, so everyone gave him some space so he could catch up.

The others even thought they saw a tear in his eye when the little one called him Daddy John and the soldier had to withdraw for a moment, emotionally drained.

Until Yelena and Ava kept sneaking up with a camera to take pictures, whether he was playing a board game with the younger one, explaining something, reading to his kid, or cooking together in the kitchen. “You can really be so cute, it's unbelievable,” Ava said, giving him a proud look, which she immediately regretted when John handed her the child.

What John had in experience, Ava hardly had any, but she wouldn't be Aunt Ava, as the little one called her, if she didn't have a few tricks up her sleeve.

She quickly discovered that she could use her powers to play hide and seek perfectly, a game the two now played every day, sometimes just the two of them and sometimes all together.

The dark-haired woman laughed when the child smiled, as if it were contagious, and Ava blossomed in her role. A role that was also assigned to the others. Alexei didn't need to be told twice and took the little boy, whom he affectionately called little bear, shopping with him.

The older and younger one were even similar: both liked American food, both loved looking at all the Thunderbolt products, and both were phenomenal at taking afternoon naps.

There were hours when both of them could sleep without anyone waking them up. Grandpa Alexei still softened when he heard the name, because maybe now he could be the father/grandfather he always wanted to be.

Of all of them, it was Bucky who still had the hardest time, sometimes blaming himself for another loss. But his friends assured him that he would make up for it...and he did, pretty quickly. Of course, it wasn't perfect; he had to get used to the new situation just as much as his little counterpart.

When he discovered how interesting the child found his arm and how much they loved being lifted up by Bucky and gliding through the air like a plane, the last barriers between them seemed to melt away.

He was now called Uncle Bucky, and the dark-haired man blossomed. It wasn't just his smile that appeared more often, he was gentler, less bitter, and he finally seemed to have hope for good in the world again.

Above all, he rode through the city with the kid on his motorcycle, carefully of course, and with every bright laugh, even the former Winter Soldier had to smile.

Finally, he had something to be proud of.

Just as proud was Yelena, affectionately called Mom Yelena, who had become the little one's primary caregiver, the person they always sought out.

Whether it was just to cuddle or spend time with her, she and John were the parental influence the kid needed, and she tried to be more than just a big sister like Nat was.

She wanted to do something good, she wouldn't leave the child alone, she would carry on together with all the others, and whenever she saw that friendly little face, it seemed as if Nat was with her.

Above all, when it came to Yelena's gift from Alexei, it was the love of sleep, the nighttime sleep that the blonde now held a child in her arms and had never slept so peacefully and relaxed as she had in the last few weeks.

But there was also a brother in this large, colorful, diverse family.

As much as the little one got along with everyone, the youngest member of the family was especially attached to Bob, who was affectionately called Brother Bob and was the perfect playmate and cuddle partner for the child.

Whether they sat together in front of the TV stuffing themselves with snacks or watched the other heroes on their missions and cheered them on, whatever it was, whatever had happened, the loss of their real family was painful, but the Thunderbolts did their best to make up for it.

In the end, they were all family, friends, and so much more, all looking out for each other.

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[pixiesfz]

100% yes to a steph catley x child!reader series please!

only because you asked so nicely!

steph catley x child! series

plot: when Steph met sunshine

warnings: mentions of death, cancer, Steph isn't with dean atm and a sad beth mead

Steph wasn't planning on having children, at least not yet.

She was planning on finding a partner and then maybe have kids from then on like her childhood friends had done.

But one day she got a call from her agent from Arsenal to go see some of the sick kids at a local hospital with other teammates and that's when she met your sister.

Her room was the only room without hundreds of cards and only a small amount of toys she was way too old for now in her basket.

"Her parents might've cleaned it out" Beth shrugged as Steph, Viv, Stina and herself walked towards the room with a nurse who turned around at her statement.

"Just to warn you" she whispered, her smile she had dropping at the information she knew "This is Lara, her parent's died in a car accident when she was much younger, she's 16 now and suffers from brain cancer"

Steph's heart dropped at the woman's words as she looked up, catching eyes with Lara through the window that separated her room from the hallways.

"How long does she have left?" Beth asked as Viv wrapped her arm around her girlfriend, knowing this could be a soft subject for her.

"It's not looking good and with her only visitor being her sister-" "She has a sister?" Stina asked, her hands playing with her necklace "she’s a little ray of sunshine" the nurse smiled "She's gorgeous and is always putting smiles on everybody's faces when she visits"

The group started walking to Lara's room when Steph heard a childlike laugh through the doors as a little Brunette, just younger than four years old skipped through with a smile and an adult behind her.

"Nurse Cara!" she sang out, her small British accent making Steph smile before she entered Lara's room.

Compared to the other rooms she had been in it was bare but Lara seemed content as she waved to the cameraman who was shooting little things throughout the day.

"Hi Lara these are some of the players from-" "Arsenal I know" she smiled, her dimples appearing "I'm a bit of a fan" Steph laughed "Good I thought you were about to say you were a blue"

"never"

Beth sat on the end of the girl's bed "Did you watch the latest game?" she asked and Lara nodded "Congrats on your come back" she smiled and Steph thought she could see Beth's tears water.

But the room was interrupted by a knock "Sorry to interrupt" a small voice called and Steph recognized it as the little girl who had run in before.

"Hey sunshine" Lara smiled and you ran to her bed, trying to climb up before you gave up and turned to the woman who was sitting next to Lara's bed.

"Can you help me?"

Your voice soft and not at all nervous as Steph looked at you "me?" she asked and you nodded, lifting your arms up for the woman to lift you up onto your sisters bed.

"Sissy!" you squealed, crawling to your older sister who was inside her bed.

At the sight Beth got up, quickly excusing herself from the sight before her tears fell down her face, Viv and Stina following as it left Steph alone with the two girls.

"This is Steph she plays for Arsenal" Lara smiled and you looked at the TV where you would usually watch the football your sister loved so much.

"I like Chelsea" you shrugged and your sister gasped "What?" Steph exaggerated and you giggled, hiding your self into your sister's neck "Has pretty girl name" you continued to giggle.

Steph smiled sadly as she watched the two sisters get along, knowing that you didn't know how much time your sister had left, but Steph did leave with one positive thought that night.

She became a regular at the hospital, sometimes you were there and sometimes she would sit and chat with Lara, bringing her signed jerseys and telling little inside stories, Steph found some comfort in the girl and some of her younger self, especially whenever you came in.

"Lara's the best big sister ever!" you exclaim one night as Lara falls asleep "She's been sleeping a lot lately," you say after with a frown and Steph nods "She just needs some rest," she tells you as you yawned "do you need a rest too?" she asked and you nodded, climbing onto Steph's chair and getting comfortable in her lap, cuddling into her neck as she smiled.

Lara woke up to the sight of Steph holding you, a smile finding it's way to her face as she did.

She knew she didn't have much time left.

"She really likes you" Lara spoke up softly as Steph jolted, thankfully not waking you up "I didn't mean to scare you" Lara smiled and Steph laughed softly

"I remember you telling me she never met your parents properly" Steph said and Lara nodded "she was about two weeks old, my pa's dad was looking after us and they got into an accident on their way to pick us up" Lara told Steph as she nodded

"I'm all she has left" a tear escaped Lara's eye, Steph leaning over to wipe it away "I've been fighting for her but it's so exhausting I'm not sure I can anymore" Lara cried.

And that's when Steph made her first ever promise

"She'll have me."

[wh01s-isabela]

I hardly see headcanons about the EW characters as dads so...

Here's a little thing

(This was not proofread and english it's not my first language!)

For me, Edd is a certified dad person in any way possible. He actually is responsible and chill in a good balance. Oh.. And the dad jokes.. Don't even get me started.

He's the super supportive but kinda embarrassing type of dad. He's gonna make you embarrassed on public. On purpose. And gonna be so fucking smug about it. (He's not too mean tho! My boy doesn't want his baby sad or uncomfortable!)

This man is all cutie patootie with his kid, tries to make the best relationship humanly possible. If he's noticing signs that something's off than he will sit and talk about whatever is going on. Talking about.. Well, TALKING, I think he likes to chat with his kid, maybe create jokes and be inventive in general. He has to stimulate his child's imagination!

You guys are wearing silly daughter/son and dad t-shirts. No questions asked

Secretly trying to induce his child to appreciate cola like him since the womb...

If his child likes pepsi or diet cola he's FLABBERGASTED. BETRAYED. HOW COULD YOU? AFTER ALL THE SACRIFICES HE'D DONE FOR YOU!??

Basically will playfully rival you a little, always scoffing if you're drinking or buying those drinks

Probably if he had to go to his kid's school on Profession Day, and all that bullshit, he would be bullied for being an artist and making commissions/graphic design. Picture one little girl that has a police officer dad or some cool shit, saying to his kid like "my mom said that only slobs turn hobby's into work"

Punch this kid.

Because when he shows his work the other children are like :0

He wouldn't be the type of dad to scream or beat his kid. More like the "go sit in the corner and think about what you did" type of dad. Grounding is also an option

But oh Don't get this guy here mad because oh god is genuinely frightening. Serious mode is on and all.

If his child give him a drawing of him, a crooked flower, A cat that looks like a rock or whatever, THAT SHIT IS GOING TO THE FRIDGE. He so proud that this grow ass man is sobbing like a baby

If his kid asked the one million dollar question: "how babies are made" he'll sigh deeply and say "when two people love each other very very much..." Or "the stork" or basically any crazy thing that makes you satisfied.

If his kid is being bullied be prepared cuz he's going to fight a 6 years old and lose

If his child starts dating he's mostly chill. But still keeping an eye on the person they're dating to see if they're not bad company

He makes his child go out and touch some grass but his healthy attempts stop there. Because he's a little irresponsible on the food and drink aspect so the reader will have to take care of that, to prevent your kid from getting diabetes or smth

He's always trying to come up with something exciting on the weekends, be it a trip or a gourmet dinner of sorts

Now, I if I had to choose if Edd would be a girl dad or a boy dad, I'd say... Both

Honestly he fits so lovely with both genders of baby, and I don't think he would particularly have a preference

As for number, I think his limit would be three. And the child would most likely not be planned, but I'm not so sure on that hc I'll have to think about it a little more sry

In the end of the day, he just wants to be the coolest and most amazing dad possible or die trying

(Please don't-)

Now speaking of Tom... It's difficult

He's not OPPOSED to the idea but.. You sure you want to have a real baby with HIM?

He might want to sit down and talk, after all, raising a child is not like just buying a shoe or something. He might need a little time to think about it

Tho, he also can't help but feel a little intrigued. He has never been the dad type but.. The idea kinda of makes he feels fuzzy inside. If he's 100℅ sure then he will be chill about it

Ok let's get into the child part

He's the type to think he will be awful as a dad, but end up being really good. Not perfect. But good enough.

He has quite the troubled childhood so he wants his child to rely on him, to know he's there to protect them and will never go away.

He normally takes most things seriously but when he's a father? My man does not play

He's actually pretty good at handling kids. Ofc he's got a temper but he's so used to his friends shenanigans and all the stressing stuff that he has built a tolerance to not snap all the time.

It takes a lot to get him on blind rage, but if his child manage to do that. Well, he'll scream.. Sorry it might startle the poor kid but he'll apologize afterwards. I also don't think he would NOT beat his child. He never got this treatment as a kid and he doesn't think it's necessary. The last thing he wants for his kid is a childhood with pain

His punishments are like doing chores, grounding and that stuff

In the baby phase, oh he will take SO MANY PHOTOS. Nothing convinces me otherwise. He naturally loves photography, so taking pictures of his little bundle of joy? Sign him up

Imagining him putting checkered stuff on his kid. A little checked hat, some cute checkered glasses for the beach, checkered tiny shoes...

I think he would gift his child the Tommee bear. I thinks this little bear has kind of the pass to generation thing. If he has another kid he would tell the older one to give the younger one the plush.

If his kid wants to learn how to play the bass, he's hyped. His kid will have a strong liking to music naturally. He'll be impressively patient with the child, repeating the chords how many times is necessary for them to get it

If his kid got into a fight, he will act all worried and checking them up but then will throw "did you win?" Then proceed to give them a long ass scolding lecture

He'll teach his kid self defense. Physically and verbally. Not how to curse but how to win or be aloof in a argument. It end up with his kid throwing sarcastic shit at their teachers

Just picture the scene: his child entering in his car after he received the news that his child got a Warning. When questioning them, they explain:

Kid: don't get mad okay..?

Tom: I won't. Now tell me, why did you got a warning?

Kid: okay so.. I was in class and we were having math lessons. The teacher asked what's 8 x 5, and I answered 40

Tom: that's right. But why did you got a warning then?

Kid: it wasn't because of that. After that she asked me what's 5 x 8.

Tom: it's the same shit.

Kid: that's what I said!

Tom: huh?

Kid: the teacher asked what's 5 x 8 and I said it's the same shit. That's why I got a warning!

Tom: .... *proceeds to laugh his ass off*

Ahem, ahem anyways

He would probably try making his child hate Christmas too

Like, saying santa claus eats children and transforms them in presents and shit

He's a menace and it's giving his kid nightmares

In the morning of the Christmas eve, reader will find their little kid soaking the three with gasoline while holding matches

They probably damaged those animatronic santas who play trumpet at the store's doors. And cried or attacked the shopping center santa while sitting on his lap. If they even have the courage to

Santa: what's your Christmas wish little girl/boy?

Kid: that you die! *proceeds to run crying for Tom and reader*

He probably tries to get his child's language on line but, they got this sailor inside them sometimes. Genetics I guess.

Like:

Kid: oh shit-

Tom: hey, watch your fucking language.

Reader: *burying their face in their hands groaning*

Tom is the "I support the current thing" dad. He will support whatever his child is liking (if is legal ofc) even if is a little weird.

When his kid started dating this would go to ways. If is a boy, he's chill but warning them to not fuck anything up and treat their partner well. If it's a girl, oh boy, protective dad mode. Only in the beginning tho. If he sees the person it's nice and safe, and his kid it's happy than he will be more chill about it. But don't even try sneak up or make out on his watch. No one touches his little girl like that. But again, after a while he's pretty casual about it like.. Really.

*person the kid's dating bringing a drink to them*

Kid: no chocolate? No plushies? No blanket?

*person proceeds to bring everything they want*

Kid: thanks

Person: no head?

Kid: *glare at them looking at Tom, that's literally sitting on the couch reading next to them*

Tom: they got a point tho...

Again with the million dollar question: "how babies are made", I think Tom would say something like "babygun" (tomska reference-) or he would shrug and left the kid frustrated without answers OR the classic "go ask your mom/dad". Not because he's nervous or out of answer ideas, no, it's because he wants to see how you'll explain it. He'll have fun.

I think after meeting and marrying reader after a while, He would quit drinking so much. I mean, he doesn't have a reason to do it so often now isn't it. And don't come at me with drunk aggressive dad Tom headcanons I don't wanna hear 😭

I have the feeling his child would have a little bit of his monster genetics. Maybe lots of it, maybe less. But they would. And when he finds out GOD calling him worried is a statement. You had never seen the man so out of his element. He feels a little guilty too

Which leans to more angst because I have the feeling he knew before the child was born because of the appointments and check ups. Something was off. And the labor was quite difficult.

He basically tries to be present and helpful to his child in a whole

Now about gender, I think he would be a girl dad. No questions asked. But he doesn't have a preference, whatever comes it's k.

And the number, in the start he just want one. Principally after your difficult labor. But with some coaching he might reluctantly accept another one. But that's enough, no more. He wouldn't forgive himself if something happened with you or the fetus.

The baby would be planned

He's a good dad, believe it or not. He just need some learning to. In the end of the day, he just wants to protect his kid and make their life happy and healthy

Matt... Oh Matt..

He's the certified perfect dad material

He would spoil his child SO FRICKING much

In his defense, his kid needs to look pretty all the time!

Will buy tons of cute baby clothes, making people stop in the streets to say "omg your kid's so adorable!" And he will be so smug and proud about it

In his home, praising is a rule. So expect this child to have an amazing self-esteem (I'm jealous). He will always make sure his kid feels amazing and bonita! Because they are! ❤

His kid may grow a little entiled and bratty, and he has to count on reader to put them in line because my boy does not know how to scold a child properly

Again, he wouldn't beat his kid. He would have to rely on reader on the grounding part because in his childhood, he was never actually grounded or punished, his mother always patted his head.

He encourages his kid to express themselves with hair, clothes, makeup, whatever gender they are. His child is a mini diva

He's the type of dad that when his child gains a low score at a final, he just pats their head and say "oh that's not good sweetheart. You must be sad, let's go get ice cream!"

When his child come back to school, he immediately wants to hear any gossip going on. School gossip is the juiciest!

When his baby had its first loud as cry (aside from the ones in the hospital) he would genuinely start crying loudly too without knowing what do to and his child would stop mid tantrum to look at him like "🤨 bro"

If his child started dating HE'S SO EXCITED. So proud his kid is catch like him. But about the person they're dating.. He would be suspicious, asking lots of questions and even making a quiz for them to prove they're worthy of dating his beautiful baby child!

A funny thing is that if the kid's friend or classmates had saw a photo or Matt himself, a couple of them would be simpin on the ginger. Lol and this might stand even on high school. They friends will go like "hey step son/daughter" "bestie would it be crazy if I said your dad's kinda-"

Friend: hey (kids name), how's your dad?~

Kid*frowning*: incredibly married.

Friend: aw, still? God dang it-

Matt it's a good dad tho that's for sure. He just needs to be more firm

Maybe the child might be a half-vampire too!

In that case, at night they would go flying together as bats in a son/daughter and father bonding <3

He's those dads that styles their kids hair for school like they are a princess/prince

Cutest kid on kindergarten, I swear

MILLION DOLLAR QUESTION AGAIN 🗣️🗣️

He would probably answer with things like "*pats head* you'll learn when you're older sweetie" or "i put a little seed on your mothers belly, that seed grow and then unbuttoned on a beautiful flower. You!" (I put mother but it can be gender neutral somehow)

When Matt pleads for something, he does puppy eyes since he was little. His child has the same habit. Reader is fed up in the supermarket while their kid and their grown-ass husband are giving them a puppy look to make them buy more candy/cereal/or literally anything

Not everyone might have this bless, but Matt can be a good listener. Especially to his precious one. Not the most gracious with coherent words but very good at physical comforting

If his child got excluded, bullied or picked on, he will call the kid and their parents and literally GO FOR THEIR NECKS (vampire joke not intended but oh well-). ROAST. COOK. THEM

If his child got into a fight he will be running at them on lightspeed and jump on them, grabbing their face and looking around it saying "is your face okay!?"

His kid would have like, a pile- no. A mountain- nah. A TSUNAMI of toys, stuffed animals, dolls, you name it. He love giving his child lots of things they probably won't need

His kid is popular. If not, don't worry you'll get there someday! Your #1 cheerdad is rooting for you!!

Even with all the spoiling, his kid would eat impressively healthy. Despite Matt being spoiled himself, I think he doesn't got a childish appetite. Not now at least, since he calculated that eating healthily would make him more youthful and pretty.

But oh beware with that baby on his clumsy hands... He had lost your child more than four times by simply looking away for a second.

This baby would be gladly planned

Now, about the gender, I think Matt would prefer a girl. Shoo you stinky boyz. Jk

But he's more in sync with his feminine side. Which isn't a surprise because he masters girl talk, and it's the best boy friend to rely on when your besties are unavailable

Tho he's not opposed to a boy. Ofc not!

But nothing, NOTHING can convince me otherwise. Matt would be a twin girl dad. Hear me out

He and his two little princesses

My heart is melting aa-

Ahem, about number, I think he's limit would be three or four. I feel like he would like a big family.

Matt is such a pookie dad in the end of the day. He gots its flaws but he's learning! And your kid might be a little spoiled but they're surely happy and healthy as you. Ah what a silly loving family indubitably.

So uhhh... Now I was supposed to make Tord's part but it's late and I'm running out of ideas so... Maybe keep it for a next time or part 2? Probably won't happen because like, literally two to four people see what I post so.. That's it, thanks for reading! 💞💞

[givetomurasomechapstick]

Eri x Bullied!Child!Reader

TW: Being bullied, blood, pain, enforced self harm, harassment, slight yandere behavior, chaotic school, teacher doesn't do anything about the bullying, mentions of murder and killing, gory backstory for Eri, Overhaul memory warning, mentions of human experimenting, hints of child captivity

I tried any gender! It's pretty hard for me tho since I only write for females usually. There might be some hints of female gender accidentally!

× To which our favorite baby dino finds a child her age being bullied at her new school. ×

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"So Eri, are you excited for your first day of school?" Mirio cheerfully called out, holding Eri's hand as they walk to their destination. "Yeah! School is the place where you learn and make friends right?" Eri tilted her head in a puppy like manner, making the blonde boy chuckle.

"Mhm. Best part is, you get to make friends. That's how me, Amajiki, and Nejire met." "A friend is someone you feel connected and comfortable with right?" Eri asked, trying to comprehend the word. "You got it. But I guess family can be like that too. So a friend is basically that but you aren't related." Mirio responds with a smile, as they stop at the cross walk, waiting to cross.

Eri nodded, not really understanding the word.

...

When they got to the school and her class, Eri was terrified. All of the yelling, screaming, banging, jumping, everything just startled her, so she hid herself behind Mirio's leg, before the class teacher could approach.

Luckily, Eri's prayers have been heard and the teacher shut the kids up before walking over to the gray haired girl.

"Hi there! You must be Eri, nice to meet you sweetie." The teacher said sweetly. Sickly sweetly. Like it was filled with a babying voice like she was talking to a one year old. Eri was more mature than that! She likes being looked at older. So she hid into Mirio's leg even more.

"Oh!" The teacher exclaimed. She wasn't used to kids acting like this. 'She must be shy.' she thought. "Don't worry miss, she's probably just on edge at the moment from the chaotic energy." Mirio laughed, casually brushing off any remaining awkwardness.

"It's okay. I'm just not used to such, shy kids." The teacher took quite a long pause, and turned to the kids again. Then it was happening again. The little (h/c) haired child, sitting in the corner being cornered by a group of kids.

That seemed to catch Eri's attention, and she got a little out of behind Mirio's leg to get a better look. Then she remembered something. Overhaul...

Eri began to tear up a little, but quickly concealed evidence so no one would be worried.

...

Before she knew it, Mirio has left and she was left at the school, learning weird things like certain lines and curves make numbers and those number are used for something called math.

However, when it was time for recess the entire class went outside into the school field. Playing tag, hide and go seek, ring around the rosie, patty cake, ball, anything you could imagine. Eri couldn't decide which group to choose!

Until see saw that same kid from before who was cornered by the few other kids. The one with (e/c) eyes, (h/c) hair, and (s/c) skin. And Eri decided to approach the child until she heard a certain yelling. It came from the kid, who was at the corner of the field being hit by a group of kids.

Eri wouldn't be having that. Someone hurting someone else who did nothing. But then Izuku came into her mind. How he HAD to hurt someone to save someone else, and how much pain she felt from Chisaki. But this didn't seem the same. It looked like the group of kids were harassing the (h/c) haired child.

So Eri decided to step in. Just like everyone did when she was in pain. The more she walked, the faster her pace got, until she was practically running, with the look of dreaded anger in her eyes.

All that she saw was red. The red of blood that she shed when Overhaul experimented on her. The red of blood that poor kid was shedding right now. The red of all the murdered victims of when she wanted to escape. She was being bathed in anger. Remembering how she felt when she was in pain and suffering.

She stomped over infront of the bullies. She had gained a pretty good amount of control of her quirk recently. Practicing on small things like flowers and bugs. But she hoped her anger wouldn't get too out of control.

"Hey!" She shouted. "Leave them alone you big rude meanies!" The bullies were unfazed at this confrontation. "So what are you gonna do about it, dinosaur?" One of them mocked as the child behind them started tearing up. They remained unfazed until Eri's horn started glowing. Of course, Aizawa had told the school about her quirk and how she has trouble controlling it sometimes, and how it would glow when it's charging up. So the teacher had told the kids to be aware of the deadly quirk the precious girl possessed. So when her horn started glowing, the bullies decided to retreat. Not staying there a second more to figure out what would happen to their bodies.

But when they left, Eri's horn simmered down a bit, gaining control over her quirk again she approached the (h/c) haired child, with a worried look, tears threatening to form in her eyes.

"Are you okay? Did they hurt you?" Eri asked concerned, offering a hand to the bleeding child, which they accepted. "N-no..." They stammered, gaining their balance. "They forced me to hurt m-myself." Eri sent over a quick out of character glare to the bullies, who were on the opposite side of the field, whistling.

"Don't worry... Let me help." Eri said cautiously, carefully using her quirk to rewind their wounds to before it existed. Her horn began to glow and the cuts began to disappear. When she finished healing them, her horn stopped glowing.

"T-thank you..." The child stammered while blushing a bit. "Don't thank me!" The little girl smiled, striking a pose before shouting, "Power!", like Mirio does. This makes the kid giggle.

"So, w-what's your name...?" The child asks the red eyed kid, with a perk of a smile. "My name is Eri. What's yours?" Eri asked the kid calmly before they silently responded "(Y/N)..."

"Don't worry (Y/N)," Eri began, holding (Y/N)'s hands in hers with a stubborn serious look on her face.

"I'll never let anyone hurt you again."

[ambcass]

Can I request Bruce Wayne x kid reader, where the reader is really shy and hardly talks to anyone, and when they meet someone new, the reader hides behind Bruce's leg. The reader is clinging to Bruce, like a lost puppy, but at some point Bruce has to leave and the reader has a full on melt down, crying and screaming. Trying to find Bruce, the reader somehow escapes the manor and tries to look for Bruce, but they get overwhelmed with the people and the cars. Luckily Gordon finds the reader and recognizes, so he calls Bruce. Later Bruce and the whole Family arrive, and Bruce never leaves the reader ever again.

OMG I ACIDENTALLY DELETED AN INBOX!! IF U MADE THE PERCY JACKSON ONE IM SORRYYY :(((

anyways request pls :)

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"And who is this cutie?" a woman wearing a red dress points to you. You were on Bruce's side, lost in a trance before you heard that woman address you. You quickly hid behind Bruce and peeked your head out. Bruce looked behind him and smiled.

"This is ___. They're a bit shy but once you get to know them, they are a bundle of joy." The woman stepped closer and extended her arms.

"Awe, come give me a hug," she said in a warm tone. You backed up, furrowing your eyebrows. Bruce stopped her and started explaining how you didn't come from a great environment before meeting him. The woman pouted but respected your past.

"Poor baby...I'm so sorry," She placed her hands on her chest. "I'll leave you two alone now. I'll see you later Mr. Wayne" She winked at Bruce and then left. You came out of hiding, you held on to his hand. Bruce gave you the "okay" signal, meaning that he was done with this gala, and it was finally time to go home. The two of you walked out of the "palace" and headed to the limo. The windows rolled down, and Alfred was there to greet the two of you. Bruce opened the door and you leaped into the car.

"Alfred, Alfred! Can we please, please, please go home" you whined and shook your legs. Bruce got in the car and closed the door. Alfred giggled and started driving away.

"I take it that your trip was fun?"

"Not even. We have so much in common, the two of us hate galas," Bruce answered and turned towards you. "Isn't that right,___?" You nodded. For you, the ride took so long that you started falling asleep. Your eyes couldn't keep open and eventually, you closed your eyes and fell asleep.

Once you arrived back to the manner, Bruce carried you back. Placing you on your bed until you wake up. Waking up, your vision slowly started to clear up as you walked out of your room.

"B-bruce...," you called out. "Bruce! Where are you?" your heart started to beat faster and faster. You ran down the stairs calling for Bruce and Alfred but no response. Walking back and forth, running in circles through the manner.

You knew it was a bad idea, but you did it anyway. You left the manner to search for him, the both of them. Ran down the hill, heading for the streets, cars were running at 50 mph but you didn't care that you were going to get hurt. You just wanted your dad.

At this point, you're out of breath. You sat down on the side of the crosswalk. Tears flood your eyes. You start hyperventilating. Breathe. You told yourself. Breathe. That's what Dad would want. You felt a tap and jolted up.

"___? What are you doing here? Where's your dad?" A guy in his mid-40s looked down at you. It was Commissioner Gordan. You went to give Gordan a big hug as you sobbed in his arms.

"W-where's Bruce. I can't find him!" you cried out. Gordan stroked your hair, trying to calm you down.

"It's going to be okay, we'll find him...I'll give him a call, alright?" His soft expression made you realize that you were safe. Safe from everything from the outside world. Godan gave Bruce a call and minutes later he arrived. The moment you saw him, you ran towards him and wrapped your arms around his waist.

"What are you doing out of the house?" Bruce asked. You did nothing but ramble countlessly about how much you missed him and Alfred. A person emerges out of the car and speaks,

"Hey sweetie, what can your big brother do to help you feel better?" Your oldest brother, Dick Grayson came out from the car. You took a look in the car and saw the other three. Jason, Tim, and Damian.

"The others are gonna arrive at the manner later. Meanwhile how about us four spend time with our little sister. How does that sound?" Dick asked and you nodded. You entered the car and Bruce followed.

"After today, I won't ever leave my little girl at home alone ever again."