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big brother ! rooster one-shot

summary: rooster gets back from deployment and surprises you

wc: 1.3k

tags: dad!maverick, pops!iceman, big brother!rooster & gn!reader

to: @agerefandomrambles , your big brother bradley agenda has inspired me & I hope you enjoy :)

credits: x x x x x x

You hardly paid any attention to your dad when you heard him approach from below, you were perched up in your tree fort with one foot dangling down and you absolutely were not sulking. One of your untied laces blew in the wind and you kicked dejectedly at a nearby tree branch, when Maverick had climbed the ladder enough to reach he tugged at the loose lace to get your attention.

“Hey nugget,” He smiled. “Thought I’d find you here.”

“Go ‘way.” You mumbled, looking away.

Maverick wasn’t deterred in the slightest and you begrudgingly made room when he climbed the rest of the way into your tree fort. Normally it was cool having a navy pilot for a dad but at times like these, it was a little annoying – you doubted the typical 40-year-old parent was climbing up a rickety wooden ladder into a shoddy tree fort but here Mav was anyway.

“We’re making chicken and dumplings for dinner, won’t you join us?” Mav leaned into your shoulder peering at you like comfort food might persuade you down.

“‘M not hungry,” you replied. “And that's Brads favorite, we shouldn’t have it without him.”

Rooster was supposed to have come home two weeks ago. Two entire weeks and you’d been so patient but then his return had been pushed back and then delayed and now you had no clue when you’d see him again. You’d tried to call him today only to be met with a voicemail to which you’d let out an impressive string of curse words.

Ice had been less than impressed. You’d earned yourself an hour of quiet time with no TV, no cell phone, and no games. When you’d been sprung free you’d headed straight for your tree house. It wasn’t fair, you just missed your big brother was all.

“It’s comfort food, nugget,” Maverick insisted. “B wouldn’t want you to go on a hunger strike.”

He used one hand to brush some stray hair out of your eyes even though you were pointedly not meeting his gaze; though you were frustrated you supposed it was nice to have your dad around. You sighed and slumped into his side, letting his arm come around your shoulders easily.

“I miss him,” you mumbled and began to pick at a loose thread in the rip of your jeans.

Maverick was quiet for a moment as he ran a comforting hand up and down in your back. “I know, we all miss him, but he won’t be gone forever.”

“Feels like it,” you pouted.

Maverick huffed a small laugh at that and you pulled back to glare at him, this was not a laughing matter. Your dad put his hands up in a show of surrender and you eventually let up on your glowring. You were fully prepared to sit up in your treehouse all evening but eventually, your stomach rumbled disrupting the comfortable silence. Your dad was smiling fondly but didn’t laugh when a blush rose up in your cheeks.

“C’mon,” Maverick said as he began to maneuver himself back down the ladder. “Dinners almost ready.”

You moved to follow him but then paused. “You said… we’re making dinner…”

Maverick sighed and rolled his eyes. “Pops is making dinner.”

You grinned at that and nodded with a renewed vigor to get out of your tree and into the kitchen.

Though Maverick got down before you he waited for you at the bottom. When you met him there he offered his hand to you and even though you were often one to insist you were too old to hold your dad's hand you took it with a shy smile. Dad pulled you into his side and kissed the top of your head briefly before you got started towards the house.

“Love you kiddo.”

“Love you too Dad.”

The house was quiet save for the sounds of Ice moving around in the kitchen and when you got inside Maverick suggested you go clean up for dinner. You bounded up the stairs and made quick work of scrubbing your face and hands before darting back to the kitchen, following the smell of a Kazansky-Mitchell household special.

You were breathless by the time you got to your Pops side, leaning against the counter so you could peer up at him where he was tending to the food on the stove.

“First of all,” He started, turning the heat down. “Careful around the stove.”

You rolled your eyes but took a step back anyway to appease him.

“And no running in the house!” Maverick called from the living room, leaning over the back of the couch so he could point at you. “For such a tiny little thing you sound like a pack of wild bulls.”

You scrunched your nose and stuck your tongue out at him but he only mirrored you. Ice sighed but he was still smiling. “Alright children, settle down. Nugget why don’t you go set the table?”

“You’re putting me to work?” You gave him your biggest, saddest puppy dog eyes.

Ice looked unimpressed. “Consider it the price for your dinner.”

Before you could bound off Ice put a hand on the nape of your neck, looking down at you with thinly veiled concern. “You okay?”

You shrugged. “Just wish he was here, you know?”

Ice sighed and nodded before he leaned down to press a kiss to your hairline. “I know.”

The two of you stayed close for a moment before Ice nudged you off toward the dining room. “The tables not gonna set itself.”

You grinned at him leaning up to press a messy kiss to his cheek before getting plates and utensils ready. You set the table as fast as possible – you had a little game you played in your head trying to see if you could beat your time. So far the fastest you’d been able to set the table without breaking a plate was a minute and 15 seconds.

Maverick wandered into the kitchen right as you were setting down the last plate and you beamed at him showing off your work. Maverick nodded approvingly as ruffled a hand through your hair, you ducked out of the way just in time for Ice to enter the kitchen, setting dinner down in the middle of the table.

“Looks like you forgot a plate, kiddo,” Maverick commented as he rounded the table to help Ice who was bringing in a plate of rolls. “You’re losing your touch.”

“What do you mean?” You scoffed, affronted, as you did another plate count. “Three plates, three mouths!”

“You forget about me already?”

You whirled around so quickly you nearly bumped into the corner of the table, would have if Ice hadn’t caught you with a quick hand. You were staring with a mixture of awe and disbelief at where Bradley stood fighting a stupid smug smile in the dining room entryway.

“You grew a mustache!” was the first thing you could muster.

“You like it?” Rooster asked running his fingers over it and trying to look down at it even though it was attached to his face. Maverick snorted a laugh that he tried to cover with a cough.

“It looks stupid.” You settled on, crossing your arms. You were fighting your own smile but Rooster had been away for two extra weeks. You had to make him work for it.

“You look stupid,” He shot back.

The two of you stared each other down but eventually, your steely glowering dissolved into grins and you finally ran to him. He had put on more muscle than he’d had the last time and he picked you up easily holding you in a tight hug. “Hey there, monkey.”

He’d always called you that when you were younger because you had a habit of clinging and climbing him like a jungle gym. “Hi, butthead.”

Rooster laughed. “Forgot what a twerp you were.”

Rooster set you down gently but you took hold of his hand. “Better get you used to it.”

You knew that eventually, he’d have to go back. He’d be called away and you wouldn’t see him again for long months at a time, but now he was here and that was good enough for you.

“Oh and Pops made dinner, not Dad, so it’ll be really good!” You promised as you grinned up at your big brother.

“Hey!”

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cg ! jason todd one-shot

summary: you lose your favorite stuffed animal and jason goes through great and semi-embarrassing lengths to get them back to you.

tw: jason is a crime boss, so yanno. expect allusions to crime boss activities and a sprinkling of swear words.

The thing was, on average Jason did his best to keep his two lives — so to speak — completely separate. He didn’t even like wearing clothes home if the Red Hood had worn them all night which sometimes meant changing from one pair of sweats and a hoodie into another pair of sweats and a hoodie. There was a big red line drawn in the sand when it came to you and your home together and the rest of his business.

Still, sometimes things happened. Like for example, an unexpected move. For a long time you’d lived in a one bedroom apartment just the two of you. You alternated between sleeping on the couch, the floor, and Jason’s bed because you had that annoying kid ability to sleep comfortably just about anywhere and that had worked until it hadn’t. After finding you asleep on the counter slumped against the refrigerator Jason had decided that if you were going to stay — and he sure as hell hoped you’d stay — you needed a bedroom.

You’d been living in your new place for a solid week before either of you noticed what was missing. Your stuffie was something you kept under wraps, tucked behind your pillow until nighttime. You didn’t often carry him around unless you were feeling particularly small or particularly fussy and so it made sense that in all the excitement of a move you hadn’t noticed their absence for a few days.

That said the calm before the storm never lasts and Jason wasn’t fully prepared for how forlorn a kid could look for hours on end and for days at a time. This was no regular pout, he was convinced.

Jason had tried to look for the thing. He’d turned their new place upside down searching and then some. He’d gone through boxes once and then twice, he’d turned pillow cases inside out and couch cushions upside down.

It wasn’t until you made a single sniffly little comment that Jason’s life flashed before his eyes.

“What if we left him behind Jay?” You’d asked in that pitifully small voice and Jason had winced internally — likely externally too but he liked to believe he had a better poker face than that.

It wasn’t as if the thought hadn’t crossed his mind it was just that— well, their old place was already in use at the moment.

After moving out of their one bedroom Jason had felt oddly sentimental about the crummy old place. Sure they had outgrown it but it wasn’t like he didn’t have the funds to keep up with rent. On top of that seeing as it had once been his home and not just some random base of operations there were only a few people that even knew the place existed.

It’s anonymity had made it a perfect place to set up his primary ‘office’ if you will. It was a perfectly good space that was unknown to those who were apart of the larger operation that could function as a rest stop and meeting ground for those of his men that he trusted the most.

If the thing was there than Jason was pretty screwed.

He grimaced. “I’m sure we didn’t, kiddo.”

Your lip looked wobbly and although you hated to cry Jason could tell you’d been barely fending off tears since you’d realized you stuffed animal was gone. He thought he’d been prepared for the dam to break but fuck if it wasn’t hard as hell to sit there and watch the tears slowly well in your eyes.

Jason wasn’t always the most physically demonstrative. Sometimes his body felt like it was on auto pilot; after the pit it sometimes didn’t even feel like his body was his at all. It didn’t bother him much if he didn’t think about it but it did make physical affection a bit difficult.

He tried his damndest for you though and you never seemed to care about the stilted affection Jason had to offer just as long as he was there. With unsure hands Jason pulled you into his side.

“I’ll find your friend, I promise,” He murmured.

You pulled back and wiped hastily at your eyes as you narrowed your gaze to look up at him. “How can you promise, what if he’s gone with our old house forever?”

“Well,” Jason paused. He hadn’t planned on sharing the fact that he still technically owned — or rented — their old place. He thought it’d bring up too many questions and he’d prefer you to be as ignorant as possible to his nightly goings on. “I still have keys to our old place and some of my friends live there now.”

You tilted your head while you considered his words. “You got friends?”

Jason scoffed and thwacked you on the nose gently. “Yes, I have friends smartass.”

That elicited the smallest of smiles and Jason nearly slumped in relief after about a week of frowns and near tears. Jason planned to go later and preferably alone but before he knew it you were practically catapulting off the couch. You’d tossed your blanket to the ground and were searching frantically for your shoes even though you were still in pajamas.

“Just leave your mess why don’t you!” Jason called as he sighed and picked up the blanket you’d discarded on the floor. “kids like a little tornado.”

Jason heaved himself up from the couch and went to wait by the door trying his hardest not to relax into the hands-on-hips-exasperated-dad stance that was becoming more and more natural to him the longer you were around.

“Ready!” You shouted as you skidded to a halt in front of him. You’d thrown a sweatshirt on over your pajama pants that absolutely belonged to Jason and on your feet were a pair of winter boots. Jason raised an unimpressed brow as you grinned up at him.

“It’s a bit late for you to be out don’t you think?”

“Nuh uh!” You insisted. “Gotta find my friend, Jay.”

Jason crossed his arms. “I’m not taking you out in the middle of the night, you forget where we live?”

A pout was forming but Jason tried resolutely to ignore it. “But Jay,” your voice had taken on that soft, pitiful quality again and Jason felt his resolve wearing.

“This is Gotham, kiddo,” He emphasized again but your puppy dog eyes didn’t waver and dammit he was becoming a pushover.

He quickly began to rationalize in his head. Their old place wasn’t far, they could probably walk but it’d be incrementally safer to get a cab. Jason knew he had guys in the apartment at the moment but they were his most trusted for a reason, right? Jason’s sigh was long suffering as he held out his arms.

“You’re not getting down if you come, you know that right?” He asked as you grinned real wide. You went into his arms easily and allowed yourself to be lifted up into his hip. It’d taken Jason some practice learning how to carry you like a kid and not a sack of potatoes but he was getting better. You nodded enthusiastically.

“Until we get there,” you amended after a moment of thought. “Gotta help look.”

Jason relented because of course he did where you were involved and with that the two of you set off. Getting a cab was easier said then done but Jason made it work with the help of you wildly waving your arms. When you both got to your old complex you managed to convince Jason to let you down but you still had to hold tight to his hand.

Jason ran cold most days, another side effect of the pit he’d wager, but you still clung to him when a chill caught you and he couldn’t help but drop your hand so he could wrap an arm around your shoulders.

He didn’t bother knocking when he got to their old door but when he stepped in the apartment came to a stand still. His men — and women, though in his defense he hadn’t known Sasha would be there tonight — stared at him wide eyed. Jason stared back before clearing his throat.

“Evening,” He spoke to the room snd it was clear they hadn’t been expecting him. Not that they were doing anything they shouldn’t have been more just that Ian had his feet on the fucking table like he’d been told not to a million times and Lenny was eating some greasy sack of who knew what from Bat Burger — if there was anything Jason had tried to drill into these idiots skulls it was that the amount of fast food they ate would kill them before any Gotham lunatic could but he’d have to table that argument for the night.

“Hey boss,” Sasha said, all easy confidence because out of all of them she probably took his shit the least.

“I’m here too!” You whined at being blatantly overlooked. When this brought the immediate attention of everyone in the room down to you you felt heat creep up into your cheeks, getting a bit bashful as you took a half step behind Jason. Noticing the kid Jason saw some people shift their guns out of sight or into waistbands and he couldn’t say he didn’t appreciate it. You only vaguely knew what the Red Hood got up to and Jason was perfectly fine with that for now.

“Everyone, we’re on something of a manhunt.” Jason explained. He spoke with the same detached professionalism he would use at one of their actual meetings and hoped his own cheeks weren’t burning red. “I’ll let my colleague explain the rest.”

Jason turned to look at you but you still looked a little nervous. He bent a little to speak softly to you, “just like we rehearsed in the cab, got it?”

You nodded.

“Um well,” you were alternating between talking and chewing nervously on your lip. “I’m looking for my friend. He’s really soft and he’s got really cute ears! He’s a little floppy now cause he’s old and he’s kinda small so you might have missed him but I think he’s here.”

The room was quiet and Jason’s men alternated between looking at you, each other, and then Jason, to see if maybe they were misunderstanding something.

“I’m sorry, boss,” Lenny started. “Are we looking for a stuffed animal?”

It sounded ridiculous when said out loud but Jason thought back to your teary eyes and was reminded of the importance of this excursion. “We’re not leaving until he’s found and this one,” Jason tried to ruffle your hair but you squirmed away from him, embarrassed in front of so many people. “Has a bedtime, so get to it.”

Everyone got to searching slowly at first but you were clearly unsatisfied with this. You huffed as you redirected people in the direction of ‘where stuffie is most likely to be’ and ‘where stuffie is least likely to be.”

“You got a bossy kid,” Ian muttered as he began pulling up couch cushions. Had the situation been less absurd — a group of gang members and hardened criminals searching top to bottom for a stuffed toy — Jason might have taken offense on your behalf. In this case he just laughed but schooled his expression when you shot him a look.

“You’re not looking, Jay!”

“I’m supervising Ian, he gets distracted easily.”

You narrowed your eyes between the two men but were placated as you went back to your search.

“Yeah, maybe a little bossy.”

It was nearly a half hour later when Sasha emerged from Jason’s former bedroom.

“Found it!” She called.

You gasped and turned around nearly in a blur. You’d been in the middle of arguing vehemently with Lenny about how Bat Burger was bad for him and home cooked meals were always better. Lenny had made a good argument but come up short when you mentioned how much you liked Jason’s cooking.

He looked at his boss incredulously. “You cook?”

Jason shrugged. “I dabble.”

That had all been interrupted when Sasha came out brandishing the worn stuffed animal in one hand like a hunting trophy. You immediately grabbed the old thing hugging it like your life depended on it before doing the same to Sasha. Sasha looked taken aback but reciprocated the hug right back.

“Thanks,” you mumbled.

“No problem, kid.”

After the stuffed animal was safely returned to you the events of the evening seemed to catch up to you. You looked suddenly very tired and didn’t fuss at all when Jason gathered you up into his arms.

“Alright guys,” he said softly. “It goes without saying this stays between us, yes?”

They all nodded affirmatively and Jason tried to ignore how amused they all looked. “Sasha. You’re in charge. Lenny, pick up a fucking cook book, will you?”

There was a chorus of ‘got it boss’ and ‘night, red’ that followed Jason out the door but he didn’t mind them much at all as he carried you down the hall. He could tell you weren’t sleeping by the way you were toying with your stuffed animals tail.

“Thanks,” you mumbled sleepily.

“No problem, baby,” Jason responded.

“Jay,” you spoke again after a beat of silence.

“Yeah?”

“Can I sleep in your bed tonight?”

It was sort of funny, considering the two of you had moved to give you your very own bed, but Jason couldn’t say he minded. “‘Course.”

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Title: Puppy

Word count: 1116

Little! John B + JJ

Cg! Sarah

Warnings: mention of a fight between friends

Plot: Little John B and Puppy JJ. That's it. That's the fic

Tagging: @aew-regression-cove @jjtheresidentbaby @steddiemunsington

"And what colour is this one?" Sarah coos, holding up a green triangular wooden block.

"G'een!" John B exclaims, clapping happily. He's rewarded for his efforts with a ruffle of his hair and Sarah exclaiming "good job!"

"And what shape is this?" she asks, holding up a red square wooden block.

"'Q'are!" He giggles taking the two blocks and putting them together to make a house.

Sarah's just about to grab another block when she's interrupted by a knock at the door. "Sounds like someone's here to see us kiddo. Should we go have a look?" Sarah chuckles, easily lifting John B up onto her hip when he nods eagerly.

She walks over to the front door with John B perched up on her side.

He'd called her early this morning when he had woken up regressed and she had come over and she has been keeping an eye on him for the last few hours. John B had had a fight with JJ the night before and as a result, was regressed at the very bottom of his age range, hovering around 5.

That's part of the reason why she's so surprised when she opens the door to see Kiara and JJ. Kiara has bags under her eyes and is holding onto JJ's biceps with her jaw flexed frustratedly. JJ is struggling slightly against her but getting nowhere. He has obvious tear tracks down his eyes and his eyes are puffy and red.

"Hey Sarah... I'm so sorry to drop in but JJ came to me crying today and I promise my dad that I'd pick up an extra shift at The Wreck. I'm 80% sure that he's pet regressed because he won't talk to me but he's sad and I didn't want to leave him alone but I just can't take him" She rambles, obviously feeling about dumping the kid.

Sarah lets out a short sigh before placing John B down. "Go play in the living room for a bit. Mama will be there soon." John B quickly scampers off towards the play room.

She then straightens, looking at kiara. "I'm gonna be honest. John B and JJ had a pretty big fight yesterday. I'd be willing to put good money that that's why they're both regressed. Did you say that he's pet regressed?" She asks lowering herself a bit to get onto JJ's level.

JJ's response is to let out a small yip and leap into Sarah's arms.

"Yeah ok... he's definitely pet regressed... I'd guess a puppy" Sarah chuckles, lightly tickling his tummy as she lifts him up with her, smiling when he lets out another happy yip and licks her hand.

"I'm so sorry to dump and run but dads gonna kill me if he finds out I'm gone" Kiara apologises, pressing a quick kiss to JJ's head before running back to her car.

"Come on puppy, let's go get your ears and your lambie" Sarah coos, gently scratching behind his ear as she climbs the stairs to the playroom.

She helps him put on his puppy ears and his collar before handing him his stuffie, which he picks up in his mouth. She just chuckles and pats his head before picking him back up and carrying him back downstairs, noting that he's really far into his pupspace if he's using his mouth to pick things up.

She carries him into the living room, gently setting him down.

Before she can go up to John B and warn the baby of the change, JJ pads over. As he gets close to John B, he (on all 4's) walks lower and lower to the ground until he finally reaches John B and rolls over to expose his tummy, letting out soft, apologetic whimpers.

John B just let's out a delighted "Puppy!" before rubbing JJ's belly with both hands, giggling as he does so and layering on the occasional raspberry. Soon, JJ's giggles join John B's, though JJ throws in the occasional yip or huff.

Sarah smiles and leans against the door frame of the living room, watching as the baby and the puppy roll around on the floor.

After a few minutes of belly rubs, JJ rolls back over and playfully pins John B to the floor before slathering his face with wet, slobbery kisses, both kids giggling like mad.

The two end up inventing some game involving JJ carrying the blocks on his back and carrying them to John B while John B constructs a tower.

Sarah watches from an arm chair a couple of metres away but for the most part, both the baby and the puppy are playing well, all thoughts of the fight they'd had earlier that had left them so distressed in the first place, gone.

After about an hour though, she stands up, clapping her hands to get their attention. "Alright kiddos and critters, it's lunch and nap time. Can you guys beat mama to the table?"

John B and JJ immediate drop their game and race to the kitchen table without complaint.

Sarah smiles as she reheats some cheesy pasta she had frozen for little days. Once the pasta is reheated, she checks the temperature, then serves it up into two bowls.

She helps John B into his high chair, then puts his bib on before placing his bowl in front of him. Then she grabs JJ's bowl and places it on the floor next to John B's chair, knowing that's where he likes to eat.

Of course, both kids get absolutely coated in the stuff. Sarah cleans the both of them with a wet wipe before taking off both shirts, chucking them in the wash pile, and putting them both in new shirts.

Once JJ and John B are both fed and clean, she carries John B on her hip up to the playroom while JJ pads along behind, scanning for any potential threats.

She lays a fast asleep John B down on the bed. He had fallen asleep on her shoulder on the way up, soothed by the rocking of her going up the stairs.

JJ hops up into the bed and curls up next to him and they both immediately relax, soothed by the others soft breathing and slow heartbeat.

Sarah stays for a few more minutes, then stands up and quietly walks out of the room to do some cleaning during nap time while the baby and the puppy protect each other in their sleep.

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Hi ho hello I’m asking via anon due to my account being very not sfw anyways can I ask for a little chase fic where house yells at him unintentionally and he goes crying to Wilson if not then maybe some hc about littleforeman/ricky being a big brother to little Allie and Bobby thanks 🙏

Title: Meanie

Word count: 1614

Little! Chase

Cg! House + Wilson

Warnings: yelling

Plot: Chase dobs on his dada

Chase is in the lab with Cameron. The two are working on looking for abnormal blood protiens markers in the newest patient.

They've been working for 14 hours straight but they're so close to being done with this case that neither one is willing to call it early.

But, as they work, Chase can feel his mind starting to get fuzzy. The combined no sleep and stress of the case were starting to get to him. He simply rubs his eyes and yawns, choosing not to tell anyone.

He figures that they'll be done soon, and House and Wilson are both busy and he can just go home and be small by himself in a couple of hours. All he has to do is get through this last test.

And he does. They work in comfortable silence for the next hour until they can confirm that there was absolutely no abnormal protein markers in the blood samples.

The two gather up their things and wearily make their way back to Houses office.

Cameron doesn't miss the way he leans slightly on her or the now soggy cuff of his sleeve that he's been chewing for the last hour. "You alright bubs?" She asks gently, not making eye contact.

Chase nods and stifles a yawn. "Just... tired" He mumbles, before going back to chewing his sleeve.

Cameron chuckles but doesn't press the issue. She's not his caregiver and they're nearly back to House anyway. It's not her place to push him.

Before they even open the door, they can hesr muffled yelling inside. They share a look before gingerly enteingr Houses office. House turns around, a frown very evident on his face.

"Please tell me one of the people I hired can actually do their job" He say sharply, glaring at Taub and Kutner as he talks.

All eyes turn to Chse, waiting for him to fill them in. There's a awkward silence as noone says a word.

Eventually, Cameron starts talking when it because evident that Chase isn't going to say anything. "There were no abnormal protein markers in his blood so that rules out cancer and infection"

The office lapses into silence as the 4 fellows wait for Houses reaction. House simply stands scarily still. To anyone else, he would have appeared calm but the 4 fellows knew that an explosion was coming.

Faster then any of them could have seen and definitely too fast for a cripple, House has spun around and is eye to eye with Chase, faces inches apart and his face still eerily calm.

"WHY CANT ANYONE IN THIS GODDAMN OFFICE DO THEIR JOB" He yells, throwing his cane across the room without breaking his stare. Kutner and Taub duck on instinct, the cane narrowly missing Kutner.

Chase almost immediately tears up. He mutters out a pitiful "sorry", before turning on his heels and all but sprinting out the door.

Once he's out of the office, he leans on the wall gathering his bearings. A sob escapes his mouth and he whines as he feels himself sinking deeper into headspace.

It only takes a minute for him to turn around and toddle towards Wilson's office, headspace rapidly crashing. He knocks on the door, desperately hoping that Wilson was in his office and not down at the clinic.

"With a patient House!" Wilson calls out in response to the knock.

As soon as Chase is sure that Wilson is in the office, he opens the door. Wilson stands up to shoo House out but he stumbles as he takes in the site before him.

Chase is stood at the door frame with puffy red eyes, tear tracks down his cheeks (with fresh ones falling). He's chewing on the cuff of his sleeve and clearly has been for sometime with how wet it is. He sniffles as he chokes down a sob. After a moment he mumbles "papa" and breaks down into fresh tears, still not stepping over the threshold of Wilson's door.

"I'll be right back" Wilson says quickly, even though all thoughts of his patient were immediately thrown out the window as soon as one of his kids stepped in.

Wilson quickly leads Chase to one of the exam rooms in hope to escape prying eyes. Wilson follows obediently, holding Wilson's hand and sobbing into his sleeve.

Wilson pulls him into the room and wraps him in a hug, sinking to the floor with him. He's more then content to just hold his kid for a moment. The two stay like that for a while until Chase's sobs slow down enough that he can talk.

Chase just keeps muttering "I'm sorry" over and over again into Wilson's chest.

Wilson pulls back slightly, just enough so that he can get a look at Chase. "Hey hey kiddo. You don't gotta be sorry. What happened?" He asks kindly, rubbing his back.

Chase sniffles, calming down. "D- dada was a meanie and yelled and I didn't do nofing wrong" He cries, clinging onto Wilson.

Wilson frowns but quickly corrects his expression to not scare Chase. "Oh little bug, it's ok. I bet dada didn't mean it but im gonna talk to him and find out what happened."

Chase just cries harder when Wilson mentions leaving. Wilson sighs and pages Foreman. He doesn't like relying on his eldest too much but he needs to go and talk to House and find out what happened and in order to do that, someone has to watch Chase.

"Wilson? You paged?" Foreman asks, sticking his head in.

"Hey Foreman, how are you man?" Wilson asks, gauging if his friend is regressed. Although granted, Foreman rarely regresses small enough that Wilson can tell right away.

"Hey Wilson, I'm alright. What did you need?" Foreman replies easily.

"Well a certain little wombat slipped and I need to go chew out his dada." Wilson says between gritted teeth. As much as he loves House, his kids come first.

"Uh oh. I don't think we wanna be near when your papa explodes do we?" Foreman says to Chase, who giggles happily.

Foreman picks up Chase and settles him onto his hip. Chase coos happily and starts playing with Foreman's hair as he slips into babyspace.

"I've got the kid, I'll take him to the nursery and make him a bottle. You go deal with House" Foreman says before walking off.

Wilson goes to Houses office, talking the stairs two at a time. He's absolutely fuming by the time he gets there and he practically shoves the doors opens. "Well why not?" House is in the middle of asking Kutner, who is looking at House with a guilty expression.

"You. Outside. Now." Wilson glares, pointing at House.

House just nods and throws the file on the table before following Wilson into his separate office.

"Why did I just have a very regressed Chase walk into my office while I was in the middle of a consult, crying about how you yelled at him? Explain yourself!" Wilson rants, pawing back and forth in Houses office as he runs his fingers through his hair.

"Whoa slow down. Chase isn't regressed, he was working on a test for me and I got upset because he didn't do it right" House defends, sitting down in his chair. He does glance over at the rest of the fellows and a guilty expression passes over his face.

The two sit in silence for a moment as House stops and re-evaluates the moment. "How upset was he?" House asks after a minute, his voice low and heavy with regret.

"Very." Wilson says, his eyes filled with accusations.

They soften after a moment at Houses defeated posture. "I cheered him up though and he's in babyspace now being babysat by Foreman." He sighs, sitting down on the otherside of his desk.

The two men lapse into silence again as they consider what happened.

"Alright, enough wallowing. Here's what we're going to do" Wilson says, helping House stand up.

"You're going to let the rest of our kids go home and get some sleep and tell them to come to our place tommorow, we'll hold a regression day to let them relax. Then, you're going to go down to the nursery, find Chase, apologise, and send time with your baby."

House just nods. He goes out into the ddx room and Wilson can see him talking before the 3 fellows start packing up their stuff. He follows House as he limps out of his office and down to the nursery with a determined look on his face.

When they got down to the nursery, Wilson grabs Chase who went quiet when he spotted House.

"Hey baby" Wilson coos, tickling Chase a little to help him loosen up. "Dadas come to say sorry"

Wilson hands Chase to House after he's sat down, then retreats to the corner of the room.

"Hi Wombat." House coos lowly, his eyes filled with adoration for his youngest. "I'm sorry I yelled earlier. I was upset and overwhelmed with the case and I took it out on you and that's not fair. It's important to me and your papa that we don't take out our frustrations on you and I broke that promise. I'm sorry."

Chase just coos. He stares up at House, then reaches up and boops his nose. House just chuckles and hands Chase back to Wilson.

"Let's do some tummy time with dada, how does that sound?" House asks, setting up the water mat and lowering himself down. Wilson sets Chase down with him and once he's sure that the two are set and happy, he goes back upstairs to finish his consult.

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Title: Helping

Word count: 876

Little! Cameron, Chase

CG! Wilson

Plot: Cameron and Chase both regress. Cameron wants to help. Wilsons more then happy to let her.

Inspired by headcanons from @angel-pupp

Cameron’s hiding in the corner of the oncology lounge. Her and Wilson are playing hide and seek. Due to new laws, Littles have to have 1 paid leave day per week (not that Cuddy wasn’t already giving them that but shhhh)

But Cameron got bored waiting at home for one of her caregivers to get off work. So she ended up coming to the hospital and playing with Wilson during his lunch break.

It was all according to plan until Chase wandered in during their game. Cameron initially wanted to yell at him to get out because he was going to give up her hiding spot… right up until she realized that he was small too.

“Hi bubba, whats up?” She whispers gently, still not really wanting to give up her hiding spot.

“Small” Chase replies simply. He toddles over to Camerons hiding spot and plops down next to her. He has his kangaroo stuffie in his hand and is gently mouthing the ear of the stuffie. Cameron pulls him closer to her, partially so he doesn’t give up her spot but also just for the comfort.

“Found you!” Wilson shouts, opening the door of the oncology lounge. Cameron gingerly stands up, holding Chase on her hip.

“Hi papa” Cameron says, slowly walking over him.

“Oh princess… Is Bobby small?” He says, gesturing for her to pass Chase to him.

“Yes ‘n’ he my baby” Cameron says, not wanting to hand Chase over. Chase snuggles into her hold, the physical contact clearly helping him to sink even more into his headspace.

“Oh that’s ok bug. Do you wanna go home?” He asks, well aware that Chase is far to little to talk, let alone make decisions.

“No dats otay!” Cameron says happily, already up looking for a bottle for Chase. Wilson just chuckles, walking behind them. When Cameron starts making food, Wilson sits down on the couch, far enough away that Cameron doesn’t feel like she’s being controlled but close enough to keep an eye on the two and step in if needed.

Cameron toddles around the kitchen, grabbing things she needs. She sets Chase up in the department playpen before starting on a bottle for him. She pours some milk into a microwave safe cup, heats it up and adds some honey and cinnamon. Then she grabs some bread, chicken, ham, spinach and cheese and assembles them into 3 sandwiches. She puts the bottle and sandwiches to the side and grabs baking ingredients. She spends some time combining the ingedients and mixing them.

All together, about an hour passes before Wilson feels someone tugging on his shirt, he looks up to see Cameron and the counter covered in flour. But he can also see the giant grin on Camerons face.

“Need help papa” Cameron whispers, glancing at Chase whose fallen fast asleep in the playpen.

Wilson just chuckles and lets Cameron lead him to the kitchen. “What do you need help with princess?” Wilson says once they’re not in danger of waking up Chase.

“Made milk ‘n’ sand’ich ‘n’ cookies bu’ need chu to cut de sand’ichs ‘n’ put de cookies in de oven?” Cameron asks sweetly, showing Wilson the bottle, sandwiches and cookies in the pan. Wilson can’t help but grin at how much effort Cameron went to to prepare them all a snack.

“Sure sweetie” Wilson says, picking up a knife. “Thank you for coming to get me to do the dangerous stuff”

Cameron just beams at the praise but watches Wilson to make sure he’s doing it right. “No papa, they cut sideways” She interrupts. Wilson apologizes and cuts it the ‘correct’ way before putting the cookies in the oven.

“Can I wake Bobby from his nap now?” She asks sweetly, not wanting to wake Chase up at the wrong time. Wilson nods so Camerons goes over and peaks over the side of the playpen.

She oh-so-gently picks up Chase, waking him up in the most loving way she possibly could. “Hi babes” She whispers, tickling his tummy a little. “You ready for lunch?”

“Ally, Ally, Ally!” Chase cheers, happy to see his big sister. He babbles a little as she carries him over to the counter where she made the food. She straps him into the high chair, having Wilson confirm that he’s safe before taking her seat next to him.

Wilson pulls the cookies out of the oven, letting them cool on the rack so they’ll be edible at the end of lunch.

Cameron happily eats her sandwich while Wilson feeds Chase his bottle (under her supervision). After Chase has finished his bottle, Cameron feeds him bites of his sandwich while they all wait for the cookies to cool.

Once the cookies have cooled, the 3 move back to the couch. Wilson turns on Scooby doo and pulls out some coloring materials. Cameron and Chase happily colour (well Chase scribbles) while watching the TV.

When they both get bored of that, Cameron grabs some books, pulls Chase into her lap and reads him a book.

“Thank you for being such a good helper today Ally” Wilson praises, knowing that Cameron needs the verbal confirmation that she did good.

“He my little brother. I always help” She states matter of factly.

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I'm reblogging some of my old favourite fics and drabbles that I don't have saved in my masterlist, don't mind me

Title: Fussy

Word count: 277

Little! GN!Reader

Cg! Iceman

Warning: obligatory military propaganda warning

Plot: you wake up a little grumpy from your nap but Iceman is there to soothe all the ickyness away

Tagging: @aew-regression-cove @haljordns @buttercupagere

The first thing that you're aware of is the bright light. You crack your eyes open, glaring at the slight gap in the black-out curtains in your room letting in the light.

The next thing that you're aware of is you're hungry. More then hungry, ravenous. Ice gave you a little snack before your nap but you tummy is grumbling.

You're in a little enough headspace that your solution to your problem is to just cry until someone comes and fixes it.

And it works! Only a minute after you start crying, Iceman appears at your doorway. He's out of breath and looking around frantically, clearly having just run up the stairs. "What's wrong birdie?" He coos, walking towards you. He picks you up with ease, handing you a paci.

You immediately spit it out, letting out a long drawn-out whine. You can feel a tantrum brewing in your chest because you're just so little and so hungry and how dare he not know what you need.

Ice just chuckles, rubbing your back soothingly to hopefully curb a tantrum. "Oh, I get it. Is a certain little one getting fussy because they're hungry?"

You nod, tears still in your eyes. He coos, bouncing you a little as he walks into the kitchen. He opens the fridge with one hand and gives you a fruit pouch before sitting down on the couch with you still in his arms.

You happily eat your pouch, babbling a little to him as you eat. After you're done, he takes the pouch, quickly replacing it with a paci to avoid any upset.

"You're alright kid. Go back to sleep. Dad's got ya"

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how do you think Walker started regressing? is it something the thunderbolts introduced him to or has he been doing it for awhile? :] love your writing btw!!

I think he's always regressed, but the thunderbolts made him aware that it was regression. In his mind, he just got angry and kinda fussy every so often.

I also think the other thunderbolts made him feel more comfortable in his regression. Like before the thunderbolts, it was always involuntary and cloudy regression, but after living with the thunderbolts for a bit, he starts to regression voluntarily and learn to lean into it and not be so mad all the time

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Cg! Daniel Peirce

A very very awkward caregiver

Does better with older kid and teen regressors

Doesn't particularly do well with physical contact

^ will put up with cuddles and other such contacts if you need it though

Explains things about the brain and neuroscience to you to help you sleep

Is better at taking his meds when caregiving

Does not play pretend

^ doesn't understand it, despite how much he tries

Really good at making routines and keeping littles in their routines

Plays off his skitzophernia to not scare younger littles

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little walker content?! M in heaven!! But cn I ask you to go more In depth abt his meltdowns? Nd how the thunderbolts get him to calm down?

OK ok so in order to answer this i need to explain his meltdowns. Cause he doesn't melt down like a little kid with arms flailing and crying and what not. His meltdowns are more like a 14 - 15 year old teen boy yelling at their mum/dad. His meltdowns are more angry door slamming and yelling and breaking stuff. Which is where bucky comes in. Basically bucky takes Walker into like a designated "anger room" so no one can get hurt and let's him get the anger out in a safe way. Once Walker has calmed down a bit there's lots of hugs and reassurances and Bucky always makes him apologise to his younger siblings

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KITTT THUNDERBOLTS AGEREEE

HI I'd love to hear any little ava thoughts you have!!! She's a bby I swear @sunflowerandsunshinebaby

hi hi hi sunny!!! :0

okay all my knowledge of Ava is coming from thunderbolts - I think she was in one of the antman movies but I am pretty sure the only antman movie I ended up watching was quantumania so please bare with me lol

I'm hoping to write some proper hcs for her once I've watched whatever the other movie she's in 🙏🏻

Ava is definitely a regressor in my opinion 😌 her regression varies anywhere from before the age of the stuff that happened to her parents (I think) as she was happy or she'd regress to a teen age range so she could give herself the experience she didn't receive. — I think when regressed a bit older she fills an almost big sister role to the other regressors on the team — I think when she has a rough time with chronic pain due to her powers that it is likely to push her into a younger headspace involuntarily. — She'd be one of the most likely to isolate when regressed - naps a lot to try and combat the pain whenever she can so it isn't uncommon for her to just shut herself in her room :( — I think she'd sometimes sit with Bob if they were both regressed. They don't necessarily play together but they would parallel play!!! Happy to just do their own thing in the vicinity of each ither

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Flip! Alexei moodboard

Tagging: @aew-kun

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Little! John Walker moodboard

Tagging: @aew-kun

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Little! Yelena moodboard

Tagging: @aew-kun

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Little! Bob moodboard

Tagging: @aew-kun

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Little! Ava moodboard

Tagging: @aew-kun

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Cg! Bucky moodboard

Tagging: @aew-kun

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Little! Walker headcanons

Oldest regressor out of all the daggers

Teen regresses usually but can get down to 10 ish

Think like early 2000's older brother kind of vibes

I'm sorry, but he totally has a "danger, keep out, teen boy's bedroom" sign

routinely gets bullies by Ava and Yelena

^ It's loving bullying though

can cook for himself... but it's like pasta and noodles and toast

80% of his time when hes little is spent on a video game

would never admit it, but hes WAY more emotional in littlespace

^ prone to rage fits, but bucky always manages to calm him down before someone gets hurt

Tagging: @aew-kun