little autistic Shane save me omg,,,he’s so me I have so many thoughts about him
oh i have SO MANY THOUGHTS. please share yours!!!! i want to talk about little autistic shane forEEEEVER.
little shane stims A LOT. big shane does too, but his filter/masks totally disappears when he's little, so it gets a lot more obvious. it doesn't take long for ilya to amass an insane collection of fidget/sensory toys. there isn't a room in the house that doesn't have a drawer with an array of fidget cubes, squishy toys, and chew necklaces. ilya even has a bag of them stored in the glovebox of his car
little shane LOVES bath time. it's his favorite part of their bedtime routine! bath toys are the best!!!! but if they use them, little shane refuses to move on to the next task until he and ilya have cleaned and dried every toy so they don't get "icky" (moldy)
ilya made the mistake exactly one (1) time of giving shane his dinner all on a regular plate. shane tried to be so nice and so brave about it, but the broccoli juice had seeped across the plate and was now touching his mac and cheese and shane couldn't eat it no matter how hard he tried. ilya immediately served him another dinner with each different food in their own bowls, and he overnighted divided plates. now shane loves to "help" ilya plate the food by telling him which section to put which food in
shane's echolalia is so much more prominent when he's dropped. it doesn't happen often when he's big, especially if he's trying to mask it, but when he's little, it happens almost always. "do you want to watch a movie?" "watch a movie, watch a movie!" or if its something he DOESN'T want to do ("it's time for bed, solnyshko") he stops wherever he is and frowns before saying "time for bed? no thank you".
whenever shane is upset, his favorite way to calm down is by being hugged TIGHT by ilya. nothing helps him more than ilya squeezing the stress out of him and shane playing with ilya's necklace. he's so so gentle with it, because even when he's small, he knows exactly how much the jewelry means to ilya. he wraps the chain around his finger carefully and then will hold the crucifix between his fingers. then he'll unravel it all and do it again.
gimme gimme gimme so much little autistic shane i love hims :(
I think Wesker should bimbofy Chris into his perfectly little picket fence house husband but I think that even through brain washing Chris would fight it so instead of breaking the illusion Wesker is all ‘clearly, he just needs someone to take care of’ and brings home infantilized Leon (can be deaged or maybe they told the neighbors he’s a little slow, or maybe the neighbors are rich bitches who like the taboo of infantilizing a grown man, willing or not, or something like that, but I’m leaning towards the last one for funsies) and tells Chris that if he’s good he gets to take care of the baby, and so Chris basically ends up being a part of what hurts Leon while also being Leon’s comfort because little boys deserve to be loved and comforted and good daddies who do what they’re told are given kiddos to spoil.
Leon tries to talk him into leaving Wesker, but Chris already knows there’s no escaping the community, even if they can get out of the house. He’ll occasionally let Leon play with radio parts or something Leon might be able to get a signal out with, but Wesker always knows immediately and either scolds his ‘dumb house husband with more tits than brains’ for giving the baby dangerous metals he should shock himself with, or just laughs it off.
Leon eventually finds out that when he’s good too, he gets to play with the other neighborhood kids, and that’s vaguely more promising, because maybe one day those kids will leave and tell someone about Leon and get him out of this hellhole. He likes playing with Grace the most. She’s 7 and just moved into the neighborhood with her momma and she has anxiety, but she’s also Leon’s best friend. They know the value of a well ordered crayon collection.
Ada sometimes shows up, but until the day Wesker pushes Leon too far, she isn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth. Leon is safe here. He’s got friends with the other kids, and his big Redfield friend with him, and calls her Auntie Ada when she comes by and always blushes and squirms and says please and thank you for the toys she brings him, and he can’t get infected or harmed here. Not here, in the safe little community that Wesker built for them. She might flip one day, if Leon says that Wesker is bad touching him too, but Wesker has always been fully focused on Chris for that. Not that Chris deserves that, just that Leon is Ada’s little soft spot who she’d break contracts for. Who she always broke contracts for.
If Krauser survived Spain, he might be the one to eventually get Leon and Chris out of there, but that’s up for debate too. Jack has a lot of therapy he needs to go over himself before he’s sane enough again to remember how Leon had never been his enemy, but simply an optimistic kid who saved his life, as well as the life of a sweet young girl who would have killed herself to save others. Jack needs a bit to remember how much the kid meant to him, before things got painful during recovery.
Tbh, if I wrote this, it would probably have a main fic and then like 7 different offshoots with various ways that Leon and Chris would escape (and recover, but obviously with infantilism and bimbofication still in play because we’re here for that, even if they get saved) like with Ada, Grace (she probably mentions during school how her best friend is older but she’s the big kid when playing with him and teachers sorta get interested in what she means and it devolves into explanations from there) or Jack or maybe Leon builds a working comm unit one day, or maybe Chris breaks the brainwashing- so many options.
Either way. Who wants bimbofied house husband Chris and infantilized Leon at the same time? Me.
Hi! I’m really curious about what WIPs you have going! I saw Little Buck & Cat Shifter AU, which are both of my favourites! Please tell me they are coming soon! Any chance of getting a sneak peak??? ❤️❤️❤️
YES! I love these AUs so so so much. Both of these fics are fics I started because there just isn't enough of them in the world (ever). I've been focusing on my longform fic which is almost finished so then I'll focus more heavily on these fics.
So the little Buck AU is a Littles are known AU (I also have a fic where Kid!Buck is left at the firehouse in case that's what you mean in which case let me know... I've written some of that and shared some art but I need to get back to it!).
The Cat shifter fic is a shorter one shot whilst the little!Buck fic is going to be quite a bit longer if I can find the time to write it. Both fics are more Bobby & Buck focused because I've been leaning into the father-son relationship a lot more lately. Cat shifter fic is dual POV both Bobby and Buck and the little fic is currently only Buck but I might add some Bobby POV I'm not sure yet.
Anyway here's some snippets because I am SO pleased that you like these 🥰
🐈⬛ Cat shifter fic:
Bobby knows there’s something in his bin. He’s just letting it do its thing. And hey, if he adds some extra bread that wasn’t quite ready for disposal… well, he’s always been a softie, sue him.
There’s something that’s made its home in his bin, and Bobby’s not going to stop it.
Bobby thought it was a raccoon, but now he’s looking at the six-foot man— more of a kid — leaning against the side of the dumpster, and he realises just how wrong he was.
He’s holding yesterday’s loaf of bread, normally it would go home with one of his team members, or to neighbours, but lately Bobby has taken to sharing it with the animal in the bin. That’s what he’d thought at least. He now feels much, much more grateful that he’s been giving the shifter food. God knows what else he’s been having otherwise.
Bobby finds himself frozen for a moment, just staring at the sleeping body, wondering what to do, how to help, and not startle the boy.
An actual raccoon, however, has no such qualms.
The man startles, waking up and looking around on alert. When he spots Bobby standing by the doorway, food in hand, he freezes, eyes widening. His eyes flicker to the bread in his hand, and Bobby distantly wonders when the last time the kid ate was.
Before he can offer the loaf, the man stands, hunching his shoulders inwards to make himself smaller and backing away.
“Sorry, I’ll just—” and suddenly the kid is gone, and a little black cat takes his place. It’s funny how small the cat is compared to the man. Bobby thinks it’s more fitting.
Bobby decides to shift too, hoping it will stop the kit from startling so much; he’s already shaking, tail fluffed up in fear. He can see his eyes darting, looking for an escape, but Bobby will be damned if he doesn’t stop that. He doesn’t think someone sleeping by the dumpster has anywhere better to go.
He slowly stalks towards him, trying to appear as non-threatening as he can. Which is difficult, given just how scared the smaller cat is.
The cat looks up at him, wide eyes staring into Bobby’s. Bobby turns towards the bakery, tilts his head and starts to walk towards the back door, hoping he’ll get the message, but when he turns, he finds the cat still frozen, looking at him but making no sign of moving along with him.
Bobby sighs internally, his cat brain not bothering to try anything else before he just walks up to the small cat and nips at his neck and drags him by the scruff with his teeth into the warmth of the bakery. The cat yowls in shock but otherwise puts up no fight, limbs instantly going limp. Bobby isn’t sure if that’s a good thing or a very, very bad sign. Still, he doesn’t think too hard, just pulls the cat all the way inside and plops him on top of the pile of blankets he has in one corner of the store.
And 🧸 Little!Buck fic (I'll put it under the cut)
Tears trickle down his cheeks as he shakes silently, a small sob escaping against his wishes. He hears footsteps getting louder and looks up to see Bobby racing back into the room anxiously.
“Hey, kiddo,” Bobby says, quickly stepping closer and squatting down to Buck’s level on the floor.
Evan looks up at him, struggling to stop the tears that continue to fall from his eyes, dripping from his chin. He’s cold and he’s wet and he’s sad and confused and he doesn’t know how to stop crying.
“It’s okay, bud,” Bobby says again, resting a warm hand on Evan’s shoulder. He instinctively leans closer, unable to stop himself from seeking the offered comfort.
Bobby shuffles closer too, not even caring to avoid the little puddle beneath his shoes.
“Look who I found?” Bobby asks and Evan tilts his head. Bobby takes his other hand from behind his back, and Evan squeals with delight.
He holds out the stuffed tiger and Evan instantly makes grabby hands, taking the offered toy and squeezing him tight.
When he looks up Bobby is looking at him with a smile on his face. Evan understands, Sammy always makes him happy too. Feeling like he should let Bobby be extra happy too, Evan lifts his toy back up to Bobby. Instead of taking it, though, Bobby just smiles wider.
“What’s your stuffie's name?” Bobby asks.
“Sammy!” Evan exclaims proudly. “He’s a Sumatran tiger,” he says, enunciating every syllable the way they did on the TV.
“Is he now?” Bobby asks and Evan nods exaggeratedly.
The immediate high of seeing Sammy starts to fade slightly as Evan once again processes his predicament and starts to feel yucky again. Even nuzzling against Sammy’s fur has its limits, the soft fluff soothing but not enough to overcome the cold and itchy feeling setting in against his thighs.
Bobby notices though, and he’s very quick to stand, patting his thighs as he speaks. “Let’s get you in the bath, okay, tiger?” He says and Buck nods again, reaching up towards Bobby desperately.
Bobby doesn’t keep him waiting. He leans over and draws Buck into his arms. His increased caregiver strength combined with his years of firefighting training allowing him to lift Buck up with minimal difficulty. The man holds Buck against his hip despite the wet patch now spreading to his T-shirt.
Buck presses himself further against Bobby’s chest, seeking the comfort and warmth of the older man. Bobby holds him tighter, not protesting when Buck's hand finds Bobby’s shirt too, clenching the material in his fist. He’s gotta hold on, gotta keep Bobby close. He rests his head against Bobby’s shoulder, breathing in the calming scent of Bobby’s body wash and aftershave. He smells like spring and smoke.
Buck tucks his face into Bobby’s neck, closer still. The comfort he hasn’t received in years feels so big. He can’t help but take as much as he can, scared that the moment will be fleeting and it will all be taken away just like everything else.
Regressuary #3 with Buck & Bobby please ❤️ I need a good heartwarming story to get me out of a slump!
You got it! 💙 This did veer into some very light angst for about two seconds, but I promise everything is fixed by the end and it doesn't last long at all.
3—Character A is busy with work, but Character B keeps coming into their workspace with toys trying to get them to play.
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Someone's giggling.
Bobby looks up from the mountain of paperwork he's buried under just in time to see a hand set another plastic farm animal on his desk, biting back a smile.
It's the time of year where everyone’s yearly evaluations are due, and he's willing to admit he should have planned this a bit better—everyone else who could've watched Buck today is either working, or resting at home after yesterday's forty-eight hour shift.
Bobby had to go into the station and get the evals finished on time, and Buck is dropped, so here they are: Buck trying to get him to play by piling toys on the edge of his desk, and Bobby doing what he can to entertain him by pretending he doesn't know where they're all coming from.
“How’d this get here?” He tilts his head a little, eyes wide as he gestures to the row of animals. “I swear every time I look there are more of them. Are they multiplying somehow?”
The giggling gets louder. Bobby shakes his head fondly, snapping a quick picture to send to Maddie so she can see the progress on her break.
He's up to almost everything but the barn itself at this point. Still convinced I don't know he's doing it, too.
He makes it through another evaluation before she hearts the text and replies. Watch out—if he's almost done putting the animals up there, he's probably gonna try to get the barn on your desk too.
Despite the warning, he gets through two more with only a handful of the chickens and goats being added to the lineup. (The animals are slowly taking up more of his desk, but it's keeping Buck happy and nothing is actively on top of the paperwork, so Bobby can't bring himself to mind.)
He makes sure to wait until Buck’s back on the couch with Ember—and Steve, who's out because Buck had been nearly in tears at the thought of the dalmatian being in a desk drawer by himself—again before he looks up and widens his eyes.
“Do you see all these?” he asks in exaggerated shock, forcing down a grin as Buck nods and bursts into giggles again. You do? Well, d’you know who put them here? It must've been one of the guys from this shift, right? It couldn't have been you, you've been on the couch this whole time.”
Buck laughs harder. “I dunno, Daddy,” he gasps out as the laughing fit dies down, “may-maybe the am’nals wan’ you to play.”
Ah. Bobby should've expected he’d drop a little younger, given the long shift. It's rare, but it happens. He smothers a wince—if Buck’s slipped to under four right now, he's not likely to take Bobby splitting his attention very well, not with what that’d meant for him growing up. “I’d like to play too, Bug. You think you and the animals can wait until I get this grown-up stuff done, though? I need to finish these.”
He gets a ‘kay in response, but Buck’s eyes glitter with mischief. Bobby braces himself for something.
Sure enough, he doesn't get through more than a quarter of the next evaluation before things go suspiciously quiet. When he looks up, Buck has the barn from the station’s farm playset in his arms.
Bobby feels awful for putting an end to this game, but it won't fit on the desk without covering up the stack of paperwork he's got in front of him; so he has no choice. “Uh-uh,” he says as gently as he can while still sounding like he means it. “That can't come up on the desk right now, buddy. There's no room with all the papers here.”
Buck’s face falls. “Daddy play,” he says, taking another step toward the desk like he thinks Bobby might not notice; tears welling in his eyes as Bobby stands up.
“Daddy can't play right now, Bug,” he says patiently as he walks over to Buck. He manages to ease the toy from his kid’s grip and set it back down on the carpet before Buck starts crying in earnest; and he immediately scoops him into a hug and carries him over to the couch.
Bobby’s knees can take carrying Buck for short distances, and the rest of the paperwork can wait until he's not on the brink of a crying fit—so a calm-down cuddle it is. “Baby,” Bobby says softly as he gets them both settled, Buck curling into him and clutching a fistful of his shirt as he whimpers, “Daddy isn't trying to be mean. I’d love to play with you. I just have to get this done first.”
“Why?” Buck pouts up at him, lifting one hand to rub at his eyes, still sniffling. Bobby snags a tissue from the box on the side table and dabs at his eyes a little more gently as he insists “Daddy c’n play now.”
“If I stop to play right now we'll have to be here even longer, Bug.” Bobby grabs the blanket from the back of the couch and tucks it around Buck in a partial cocoon. “And I don't know about you, but I think we could probably have a lot more fun at home, or at the playground, or any other place we can think of; so I wanna get this done as soon as I can.”
Buck’s tears slow. He's still pouting, but he twists to look curiously over at the desk. “Why you hafta?” he asks, shooting the pile of paperwork a look of such clear annoyance that Bobby has to laugh.
“Because I’d like to keep being captain, and it's part of the job. You wanna know a secret?” he whispers conspiratorially. Buck giggles a little and nods, and Bobby grins. “I don't like this either. I really don't. It's part of why I wanna get this finished up and go home. I am very, very bored right now, kiddo.”
He pulls a face, relieved when it works and Buck cracks up into another laughing fit. “Shhh now,” he says, mock-stern but not bothering to hide a smile. “You don't want anybody to figure out my secret, do you?”
His boy shushes him back around his giggles, still laughing a little as he tucks his head down onto his chest. “You hafta?” he asks after a minute, and Bobby presses a kiss to the top of his head.
“If we don't wanna spend the rest of the day here, then yes. I do have to.”
Buck kisses his cheek before he wriggles out of Bobby’s lap and goes over to the backpack they brought, digging around inside and pulling out his crayons. “I help,” he says decisively, and Bobby resists the urge to coo at him.
“I think it would be a lot of help if you sat with me while I worked on these,” he agrees as he walks over to the backpack and pulls out the little drawing board with the water pen on a chord, “but you’d help me more if you used this.”
Buck’s expression twists, and Bobby can see the gears turning in his head as he tries to figure out if this is worth getting upset over. “Crayons,” he tries, holding the box tighter as he tugs on the water pen.
Bobby opens the bottom drawer of his desk and pulls out one of the little reusable coloring books he's started keeping in there, holding it out. It's essentially the same thing without the pen physically attached, so he's hoping it'll fix the problem. “How about this? We can't have crayon around grown-up papers, Bug. I promise you, you'll help with this just as much.”
Buck takes it, flipping it over twice before he pulls out the water pen. He seems satisfied enough when he sees it's not attached to the coloring book, nodding even as he sighs. “‘Kay. You're sure no crayons?”
Bobby schools his expression into something serious even as he forces down a laugh. “Would I lie to you about the job you're helping me with?” he asks, and Buck shakes his head. “That's right. Now, are Ember and Steve coming to help us too?”
It takes a few minutes to get situated—and there's another near-meltdown when Buck can't quite manage to keep hold of both stuffed animals and hold the blanket around himself as he climbs into Bobby’s lap—but they get there in the end, and soon Bobby’s made it through the next stack of evals without any interruptions.
“How you doing, kiddo?”
“Good. Helpin’,” Buck mumbles, tongue sticking out in concentration as he swipes his pen over a drawing of Lilo and Stitch. Bobby presses a kiss to his temple.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Stranger Things (TV 2016)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Robin Buckley & Nancy Wheeler, Robin Buckley/Nancy Wheeler
Characters: Robin Buckley, Nancy Wheeler
Additional Tags: Non-Sexual Age Play, Age Regression/De-Aging, Little Space, Classification AU, Littles Are Known, Little!Nancy, Caregiver!Robin, Temper Tantrums, Discipline, Hurt/Comfort, Tea Parties
Series: Part 11 of Here is Where I Put My Trust
Summary:
Nancy has a tantrum when she can't go outside to play, and Robin puts her in time out. This unfortunately ends with upset feelings on both sides. However, the pair are able to forgive each other and have fun for the rest of their afternoon.
Tagged by the wonderful @pimento-playing-hopscotch and @anewkindofme
Something in the A Little Comfort universe.
Buck sat in the yard, looking over at the pool Hen had put in for the summer. Everyone was there, though the kids were not; too busy with friends to spend time with their family, but that didn’t mean the rest of them couldn’t have fun. It was a hot day and most everyone was in the pool, just Buck, Bobby, and Karen were not. Karen had gotten out to start prepping plates and condiments while Bobby finished up the barbecue and Buck sat close to him, in a swimming suit and T-shirt, his pacifier firmly in his mouth. He wanted to go in, but the thought of being in that much water terrified him, and so he sat hot and upset in the grass.
“You want to go wash your hands, kiddo?” Bobby asked him. “Lunch is about ready.”
“I don’t feel good,” Buck said, letting the pacifier fall out of his mouth as he spoke.
No pressure tag: @the-flaming-nightmare & @actualalligator
14. “But the carnival is right down the street! Can we please, please go!?”
Buddie ❤️
For you, my darling Al 🩵 Hopefully this makes your day a tiny bit better!
Note: Roo is Al's character that I have permission to write when she requests. If you would like more, go ask for more Roo content from her! This is also a drabble that involves NSAP. If you don't like that, then kindly move on and enjoy the next drabble.
And as always with Roo...tagging @theotherbuckley 💜
Buck really did intend to make this vacation an adult vacation. Not that Eddie would ever be opposed to Buck dropping; he loves Roo time too. They haven’t had much time to themselves lately. Buck has at least had an opportunity here and there to drop. But alone time with his incredibly attractive boyfriend? Not so much.
It’s just…there is one teeny, tiny, itty, bitty minor issue…
There’s a carnival. A block away from the adorable little house on the beach they’ve rented.
Buck noticed it when he and Eddie were bringing their bags inside upon arrival, and he knows Eddie saw it too. He saw the emotion flicker over Eddie’s face; acceptance that he was going to deal with Roo instead of Buck on this adult vacation.
So, Buck has been doing his absolute best to not let himself drop. Eddie deserves this. And Buck loves Eddie.
It’s just a carnival. Buck doesn’t need to go. He’s fine spending time with Eddie in the child-free house they’ve rented. And they make good use of it that first night.
It’s the next morning when Buck wakes up, teetering, that he realizes he may be less able to fight this then expected.
Now, he knows the rules. If he feels himself teetering, he needs to tell Eddie.
But Buck really doesn’t want to ruin this vacation. The one Eddie has been so looking forward to. And Buck cannot disappoint Daddy. Eddie. He means Eddie.
Shit.
Buck is up before Eddie, presses the button on the unfamiliar machine to start the coffee, and then he stares out the window, shifting anxiously from foot to foot.
The carnival is so close. He can practically hear it. Or, well, he would if it were later and the carnival was in full swing. But no, Buck can do this. He can be big for Eddie.
“Morning, baby.” Eddie yawns as he enters the kitchen, pecking Buck on the cheek.
“Coffee’s ready.”
“Thanks.”
Buck twists his hands together, watching as Eddie prepares himself a cup of coffee, taking a sip of it. Buck doesn’t have any. He can’t when he’s little. Not that he is little. No. He’s big. He’s okay. This is his and Eddie’ vacation.
“You okay?” Eddie asks, eyeing Buck over his cup, “Anything you want to share?”
“...no?”
“Hmm.” Eddie takes another sip and then places the cup down, “Want to try again or do you need a time out?”
“No, Daddy!” Buck slaps a hand over his mouth, eyes wide. Oh no. He gave himself away.
“Thought so.” Eddie chuckles, shaking his head. He doesn’t look mad. So that’s good. “You know the rules.”
Buck lowers his hand, revealing his pout, “I…I’m sorry, Daddy. I tried to fight it.”
“It’s okay, Roo.” Eddie pulls him closer and Buck goes easily, cuddling up against Eddie’s chest. “We can change our plans. Spend the day at the beach building sand castles.”
Buck wiggles against Eddie until he can look him in the eye, “But the carnival is right down the street! Can we please, please go!?”
“There you go.” Eddie murmurs; of course Eddie knew. He’s Daddy. And Daddy knows all. “I was waiting for you to ask.”
“Does that mean we can go?”
“Yeah, Roo-baby,” Eddie smiles at him, stroking a thumb against Buck’s cheek, “We can go.”
“Yay!” Buck exclaims, throwing his arms around Eddie. “You’re the best Daddy ever.”
wip; nsap henren: Mama to some but Mommy to Karen, Hen is exploring the natural maternal instincts she’s always felt. Karen grew up with brothers; she never got to be a girly girl until she flourished under Hen’s care. A “Littles Are Known” age regression au. Emoji To Prompt More: 🍼
wip; the ao3 au!sc This AU is Supercorp and AgentReign. Kara Danvers and Lena Luthor are rival ao3 writers for the same fandom. (It's Doctor Who.) Emoji to Prompt More: 💼
wip; what if: This is an overhaul AU of 9-1-1 as a whole. HenRen and Madney told in two stories with overlap. A deep dive on Karen Wilson's backstory and an alternate take on how HenRen became who they are today. What if Madney met before Buck reunited with his sister? Emoji to Prompt More:🙋♀️
wip; maddie buckley you are my god given solace: This fic is inspired by Criminal Minds' Morcia and Bathena being Buck's biological parents. Stay tuned! Emoji to Prompt More: 🙏
