HEY GUYS! I’m alive! Sorry for the long absence life’s been hecting and I’ve been focusing more on my non agere art. I haven’t abandoned this account though and I do have some more art ideas. Anyway, agere commission for @kain-achilles Their OC with Makarov from Fairy Tail as their caregiver. Commissions are always open if you are interest in my art feel free to DM me and ask ✨
prompt: Character A is hungry, so Character C spoils them with candy and baked goods. (Bonus: Character B scolds Character C because “That’s not real food!”)
for anon (im sorry it wasn't exactly what you wanted! but you did motivate me to write lol)
pairings: cg!sam winchester, cg!dean winchester x little!OC (munchkin)
warnings: talks of ghosts and graves!
send me more fic asks! :) i love doing these!
tags, as promised: @bunnybeeblog @simpforstefan
It was a long drive back to Kansas, with a case located in Wyoming, 6 hours of route back to the bunker ensued.
Nobody in the crew really minded, by this point it was almost routine, plus this was an easy case, a run of the mill salt and burn - the only particularity being that munchkin had to distract the ghost while the boys digged the grave. So, she was pretty beat after the hunt, the boys knew from experience that, after most hunts, munchkin regressed - it was her way of processing all the emotions that she felt during the hunt, or anything really, plus, the boys loved caring for her whether she was small or big, they all really cared for each other a lot, but when she was small, she was just "so damn cute" as Dean put it.
They were 2 hours in, 4 left to go, they had had breakfast at the motel, only thing was, they had forgotten to get snacks before the drive.
Munchkin was in the back of the car, taking a little nap, when suddenly the car came to a stop, she then slowly woke up.
"Hey sweetheart, Daddy went to the bathroom, you wanna get somethin' to eat at the convenience store?" said Dean, turning to face munchkin from the driver's seat, she was starting to feel hungry, so, she nodded and rubbed her eyes, still sleepy from her nap.
Dean went to open her door for her and unbuckle her, she could do this on her own, but he knew that it made her feel extra small when he did little things like that for her.
As she climbed out of the car, Dean offered his hand "What do we do when we cross the street?" He asked "Hold dada, daddy or dae's hand!" She responded chipperly, fully awake by now, as she took his hand "Attagirl" Dean said as they walked to the convenience store, they ran into Sam, who was just exiting the men's room.
"Hey there kiddo, had a good nap?" Sam asked as he bent down to munchkin's level - "Mhm!" She responded "Dada and I was jus gettin' some snackies 'cause we hungry!" She said, looking at the younger Winchester with a big smile on her face. Sam was happy to hear his little princess verbalizing her hunger cues "I think I'll join y'all then, I'm getting the munchies, too" he said as he took munchkin's free hand and started to chat with Dean when they entered the convenience store.
Sam, being the health nut that he is, immediately went for the veg aisle, whereas Dean took munchkin to his favorite aisle, the baked goods aisle- specifically where the pies were.
As Sam joined them, with a basket containing a big bag of baby carrots and ranch, Dean put in some pie and cookies, he then picked some worm gummies and red skittles, munchkin's favorite candy "I think we're all good to go, ain't we, Sammy?" Dean asked his brother, heading for the checkout counter "Uh, Dean I think we need to get some real food in there" Sam said, seeing that the basket was 70% sweets "Seems pretty real to me" Dean responded.
As the two brothers bickered on what was real food and what wasn't
("Rabbit don't equal real!" "OH, and processed does?" "You're such an almond guy" "There's a difference between almond and healthy!" "Yeah but you're an almond" "That's a meme! And I'm so not" "You so are") munchkin went around the store, picking what she was craving, she saw some carrots with hummus, and grabbed those, she then saw an individual bag of salt and vinegar chips and added that one, too, when she returned to the sweets aisle, she tugged on Sam's sleeve "Daddy in how much time are we gettin' lunch?" she asked, "In about two hours, why do you ask, bunny?" he asked, as munchkin put her picks in the basket "ta see if ima be veery hungry or not so much" she said as she took out her gummies and put them back "gotta leave some room for lunch" she said with a shrug "okie now we ready to go!" she said with a smile.
The boys looked at each other, perplexed, what did their little one just do? She never denied candy of any kind, Dean crouched to her height "Baby, is everything alright? You love gummies" he said, concerned "I know dada, but they's not goin' nowhere, plus, I'm craving skittles more today and we're havin' lunch soon, an' i don't wanna be full by lunch, an' i also wanted carrots an' chips" she said, very sure of herself, it did make sense, what she was saying, still, both boys were confused at her sudden vegetable frenzy, when she was small, she usually dreaded those "you can have bunny food AND sweet food, is all 'bout balance, plus I got some hummus because it tastes better than ranch"
The boys shared an "oh well" look, and the argument was settled, they paid for their items and got back on the road, where they shared what each had gotten, and sang along to their shared road trip playlist all the way back to the bunker.
I woke up with a scream. Memories burned through my head like they had only happened hours before. I let out a heavy sob into my pillow. I kept remembering the deaths of my parents, even though that happened four years ago. I wanted to scream and cry, just letting all my feelings out, but I didn't want to wake up anyone else. Especially Peter, who slept in the room across from mine.
I pulled my red fluffy blanket up to my chin, snuggling into it tightly. I rubbed the tears off of my face and stared at my bedroom door.
"I noticed that you are in a panicked state Miss June. Should I alert Mr. Stark?" Friday chimed in over the speakers. I shook my head frantically.
"No no no, please don't. I'm fine," I said, sitting up in bed.
"If you are sure Miss June."
"I'm sure."
I sighed, covering my face with my sleeves. My mind began flooding with urges I know I shouldn't give into. But it felt so nice to give into them.
No.
I climbed out of bed and walked over to my closet. Inside was a box filled to the brim with children's items I'd been collecting ever since I started age regressing. Peter knew about my age regression, being my best friend and all, so he helped me collect a few things from garage sales and thrift stores. My most prize possessions were my paci and a blue rabbit plush that my mom had gotten me when I was six.
I pulled the box out and sat on the floor. I grabbed my pacifier and my stuffie. After popping my paci into my mouth, I climbed back into bed. My mind began drifting into littlespace.
"Fwiday! Pway My Wittle Pony pwease," I asked. The show immediately began playing on the rather large TV on the other end of the room.
I looked at the clock beside my bed. 3:32am. I told myself I would go back to sleep by 5am since I had school in the morning. Peter and I went to the same school. Ever since his Aunt May passed away due to a car accident, we've been going to a school near the Avengers Tower.
I hugged my plushie, who I'd named Bluey, and cuddled tightly with my blankets.
Knock Knock.
"Hey Isa, you doing okay in there?" Peter called out, leaning against the bedroom door.
"I is doing okay!" I replied, still snuggling close to Bluey.
Peter realized his best friend was in littlespace. He gently opened the door and peeked inside.
"Are you sure you're okay Isabella? I heard you scream a few minutes ago," Peter asked, walking into the room and shutting the door behind him. He kneeled beside my bed.
"Uh..." Tears began forming in my blue eyes. They began running down my face faster than they had formed.
"Hey, it's okay... Come here." Peter climbed into bed with me and wrapped his arms tightly around my body. I let out heavy sobs into his chest.
"Shh... It's okay Isabella it's okay."
I cried harder at the sound of my deadname. No one in the tower knew I was trans. I wish they did so it didn't hurt, but they didn't. Not even my best friend knew.
"It's okay little one it's okay. Look! See what Rainbow Dash and Twilight are doing?" He said, pointing to the TV. I looked up through my tears and the television and giggled slightly.
"That's my girl." He placed a light kiss on the top of my head. He then pulled the covers up both of us, letting me snuggle into him.
Eventually my tears lightened up and I began falling asleep. Peter began to sing some kind of lullaby quietly into my ear. My last thought before drifting off into sleep was how glad I was to have Peter as my best friend and caregiver.
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The first thing I noticed upon waking up was Peter by my side. I don't quite remember what happened the night before, but with my paci in my mouth, I have some guesses.
I climbed out of bed and walked over to my closet. I pulled out a long sleeved blue shirt, ripped jeans, a studded belt, and underwear. I walked over to the bathroom. Turning on the shower, I strip of my clothes and climb under the burning hot water. It was just perfect for me, although some might call me crazy.
TW: Mentions of Scars, Self Deprecation/Self Image Issues, Self-harm
I looked down at my body. Pink, red, and white lines laid across my thighs and arms. I frowned. I hated looking at my body. The scars were just another reason to hate my appearance. I closed my eyes and leaned back into the water, feeling it cascade down my body.
I quickly washed my hair and body with some men's Shampoo and Bodywash I snuck out of Tony's bathroom. It made me feel a tiny bit better, but thoughts and urges still burned into my mind.
I pulled my clothes onto my body. Tucking in my shirt, I then wrapped the studded belt around my waist and looked in the mirror. I hated ever inch of what I saw looking back at me.
I began rummaging in the drawers. Eventually, I found a blade that looked like it had been used for this exact thing before. Tears began spilling from my eyes. They rolled down my cheeks. I cried quietly in the bathroom. It hurt so badly, yet I couldn't stop.
TW Over
Eventually, I put the blade away and cleaned myself up. I washed the blood away in the sink and applied antibiotic cream and bandages across my arms. I left the bathroom and entered my own room. I noticed Peter was no longer there. He must have went to eat breakfast.
I left my bedroom and headed for the dining room/kitchen. It was only 6:30 in the morning, but a few of the Avengers usually were up by then. Especially Peter and I since we had school in half an hour.
Once I arrived in the dining room area, I noticed Steve, Tony, Bruce, and Peter all bustling around making breakfast. I quietly went to join them, simply grabbing bread and almond butter from the pantry. I popped the bread in the toaster and waited.
"Good morning Isabella," Tony greeted, his eyes not shifting from the eggs and bacon he was making.
"Good morning Tony." I stood waiting patiently for my toast when Peter came up to me.
"You doing okay Isa?" He asked, a concerned look across his face.
"I'm fine. Thanks for asking though," I responded. Peter obviously wasn't convinced, but walked back to his cereal, still concerned.
As soon as my toast popped, I spread the almond butter on it and began eating. I was vegetarian, so I preferred not to eat diary products when it was avoidable.
I sat beside Peter. We ate in silence, avoiding addressing what had happened the night before. I quite frankly didn't want to talk about it, but I knew he wanted to make sure I was okay. I was fine. At least, that's all he needed to know.
