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So I learned my phone could find text of photos and I had screenshot posts of fics before I accidentally deleted my blog so here's one I recovered

If you ever find fics from a deleted reallyromealone blog, send it to me please I'm still recovering fics months and months later

Mikey x baby brother reader

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Matching black eyes stared back at each other as (Name) handed his older brother blocks, the diaper clad baby absolutely over the moon at every "thank you" the older Sano gives and claps his little ravioli hands before handing him another and before Mikey realized it, his lap was governed by a bunch of colourful plastic blocks.

"Uh oh" (Name) said while trying to find more blocks before looking at his brother "bye bye?" His little doe eyes and chubby cheeks that could ask Mikey to stop the world and he would.

Anything for (Name).

The playroom Mikey had set up for (Name) was connected to his home office, easier to keep an eye on the adventurous baby who had taken up the hobby of crawling.

"Yeah bud, they're all gone" he said softly before putting the blocks back into the basket, smiling softly as (Name) attempted to help, always so helpful.

Mikey was fiercely protective of the infant, his last living relative that was unceremoniously dropped on him when his deadbeat parents died, leaving the two with only one another.

"Key!" (Name) babbled as the two continued playing with other toys, (Name) growing bored and crawling into his older brothers lap, drool getting on Mikeys shirt but the elder paid no mind as (Name) started babbling nonsense and Mikey pretended to understand what he was saying.

"Billsssff baballl"

"Really now?"

"Gbbbvlll adadada"

"Fascinating"

No one would have guessed that the most feared man in the world would be so soft to a baby, but here he was.

He would give the world to his brother.

Imagine being the 7th child of Ragnar, and as a baby, you couldn't sleep without at least 3 of your brothers in the room.

Batfam with baby reader imagine

Warning:poor writing

Baby shot kidnappers

You were in your crib with something you found in Jason's stuff. No one knew you had it.

All of a sudden, 2 strangers came in through the window.

Kidnapper1: Come on, let's just get the kid, leave, and soon we'll be rich.

Kidnapper2: it just feels to-

Kidnapper1: wha-

Babyyn: 👀🔫

Kidnapper1: h-hey there, littleone, what do you say we put the gun down 😰

Babyyn: pulls the trigger twice*

Kidnappers: AAAAAAAAHHHHH, *got shot in leg, fall to the floor, and starts crying *

Babyyn: Happy baby sounds

Batfam bursts in, ready to attack, and then see what happened.

Tim: Where did yn get the gun?

Everyone looks at jason

Jason: they might have taken it without me looking, 😅

Bruce: tired dad sigh* take care of these 2, *picks up babyyn * come here, sweetheart, *takes gun and gives it to jason * I believe you caused enough trouble for today

Damian: goes to babyyn and whisper * good job

Babyyn: Happy baby sounds

Dick: DAMIAN!!

Damian: what

The rest of the batfam is too tired to argue

I wuv this so much 🥺🥺🥰🥰🐈‍⬛🐍🍼

Caregiver!Loki and Regressor!Reader

Somewhere between headcanons and a fanfiction, written in 2022 

Content warnings: reader regresses to baby age and uses bottles: suggestion of abuse or a bad home situation that reader is escaping: reader does not give consent for Loki to help them at first, but he does anyways: anxiety attack

part of Stark Tower is set aside as subsidized housing under the Martha Charity Foundation, and you’ve been chosen to live there 

some people would be excited to live in the same building as the Avengers, but they’re twenty floors away and never pass through, so it’s a novelty that quickly wears off 

the apartment is nice, and safe, and yours, but it’s also a bit lonely 

you usually regress in the bedroom, curled up with a bottle, a stuffie, and your laptop 

one evening you’re tiny and you run out of milk! 

you reluctantly waddle to the kitchen to get more, and are very surprised to see a black cat in your living room, which freezes when it sees you 

the cat doesn’t come closer, but it lets you approach: it seems almost offended when you offer your hand to sniff, but leans into your hands when you pet its head and ears 

you spend the rest of the evening with the cat, happily babbling and learning which parts the cat doesn’t want you to touch (paws and belly are off-limits but everything else seems okay) 

eventually you fall asleep, and when you wake up the cat is gone… 

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