#toddler reader

I'm so sorry it took so long, I'm sick myself, lol!

"You little shit! Get back here!" Jason was never again agreeing to watch his younger sister. the four year old was the spawn of Satan himself, and that was saying a lot with Damian being their brother and all. Currently, Jason was chasing said younger sister, who had bolted out of one of the back doors in the manor.

(Name) was running barefooted in the wet grass as the sky above her poured down with rain. "You're gonna get sick, and B will have my ass!" For a toddler, she was surprisingly fast as fuck. Jason had made the mistake of leaving (Name) sat by herself at her little pink table to pop to the bathroom, when he came back she was halfway out the door.

Unfortunately, it was just little (Name) and himself in the manor today. Dick was back home in Blüdhaven, Tim was at Wayne enterprise along with Bruce, Damian was at school, he didn't know where the girls were and Alfred was out food shopping, so that left Jason with the devil.

(Name) let out a squeal as she was snatched up from the ground, her world turning sideways as Jason carried her under his arm like she was a football. "No! Jay-jay, wanna go down!" The toddler kicked her legs, pushing against her second eldest brother.

"(Name), you need to get straight into the bath, or you'll get sick, then guess what? Daddy will kick Jay's butt and he won't be allowed to babysit (Name) anymore. You here?" Jason explained, speaking in the third person as he shut the backdoor behind him.

(Name) let out a whine, kicking her legs again. "Not fair!" She screamed, her hand smacking Jason's hip. "Yeah, well, life isn't fair." Jason replied as he walked upstairs with a thirty pound child in his arm.

(Name) pouted as she was set down on the bath mat. "Stay." Jason commanded, pointing his finger at the child. (Name) let out a huff, plopping her bottom onto the floor as she picked at the fluffy bath mat while Jason bent over to run the bath.

"Arms up," Jason said after about five minutes and the bath filling up. The tot compiled, lifting her thin arms up so her older brother could lift her shirt off. "Oh ho ho, look at that belly" (Name) let out a loud giggle when Jason leaned over and blue a big raspberry on the four year olds stomach. "Stop, Jay-Jay!" The toddler pushed his head away with a giggle.

A few moments later, (Name) was happily splashing around in the water, forgetting all about the rain she had been in about twenty minutes ago.

'ACHOO!'

What if Lori had given birth to twins instead of just Judith? What if after pulling Judith from Lori's abdomen, Maggie discovered a second, smaller baby.

You were a small thing, definitely weaker than your older twin sister. While Judith looked more like her father (you can decide if Shane or Rick), you were practically identical to Lori when she was younger.

Beth was feeding Judith, holding the few week old infant in her arms while Carl was holding you. Carl had you curled up on his chest as he stroked a finger over your smooth cheek. Unlike Judith, you hardly cried, a quiet baby. Hershal said that you were smaller because of the lack of nutrients you had gotten in the womb, it was no secret that Lori definitely hadn't eaten as much as she should in her pregnancy, being in the apocalypse and all.

Rick couldn't look at you. He looked at you and saw Lori. He couldn't bring himself to him yet. Even a glimpse at your little face made him break down crying. Hershal had nearly hit him over the side of the head, telling him that bonding was essentially in the infant stage.

You and Judith were around fifteen months old when the group arrived at Alexandria. The twins weren't identical, luckily, so it was fairly easy to tell them apart. While Judith had curly, blonde hair, you inherented your mother's long brown hair. Michonne was definitely your favorite person. You stuck to her like glue, Carl coming in close second. You and Judith were cooed over in Alexandria, in the five hundred or so days since the apocalypse started, not many babies or toddlers had been seen.

It was late. Judith had already fallen asleep in her crib that was next to yours, but you? No, you were wide awake. You were stood, holding onto the top railing of the sides of your crib as you gently bounced. You seemed pretty content just standing there.

Rick had just come back from a walk around Alexandria. He had needed to clear his head. The man first checked on Carl, busting the fourteen year old still awake with a torch and a comic. After sending the now grumpy teen to bed, he opened the door to his twin daughters nursery.

You turned your head at the sound of your door opening, your bouncing stopping to watch whoever had opened it walk in. A smile rose to your face when your father's face became visible. "What are you doing awake, baby girl?" Rick said, walking over to your crib.

With a huff, the man lifted his youngest child from her crib by her under arms, setting her on his hip. "Hey, why aren't you asleep like Jude is? Hmm?" Rick asked softly, already knowing he wasn't getting a response from the none talking tot.

You let out a babble, reaching up to grab at your father's nose. "Babababba," you smacked your lips together, letting go of Rick's nose before laying your palms on his cheeks.

Rick's eyes searched your face. Lori's face. You had her nose, eyes, hair, lips, you were your mother down to her freckles, it was almost creepy. "I love you so much, (Name.) You, and Jude, and Carl are my whole world. My reason." Rick muttered, pressing a kiss to the top of your hair.

Rick held you in his arms as he made his way through your house in Alexandria. He stopped in the kitchen to make a bottle before making his way onto the porch. Rick sat himself down in the chair on his porch. You loved being outside, especially at night. Your little eyes always dried to the stars, like you knew your mommy was up there looking down at her beautiful children.

Rick stared down at you as you slowly suckled on the nipple of your bottle. He had no idea how he had made it this far, especially with twin babies and a fresh teenage boy. If only Lori could see them now.

Bonus points if toddler reader also has their own mini version of his outfits to match. Like a mini bunny costume for taking photos with the esster bunny, a mini pair of wings for us to sleep with when we lose a tooth, and etc. Just bunch of fluff.

Ooo this is so cute what the hell? Enjoy <33

Platonic Simon Riley with Toddler Reader

Simon can’t remember who talked him into this the first time, it was Christmas on the base and you wanted Santa to come early. You would cry and cry about it, wanting to take a picture with Santa like your other friends would.

Gaz and Johnny had bought a Santa suit, pushing it into Simon’s arms. Simon was not happy about it at all.

“Come on, don’t you want to make the little lass happy?” Johnny picks up that Santa hat that Simon is now holding and fits it onto Simon’s head.

“I think you’d look good with a beard.” Gaz laughs, patting his Lieutenant on the shoulder. Simon grumbles, swayed by the thought of your chubby little face lighting up when you see that Santa has come to visit you.

This is how he finds himself dressed up in a Santa costume, bouncing you on his knee as he asks you what you want for Christmas. Your dressed up in a little green elf costume. You ask him for some dinosaurs, you love dinosaurs.

He doesn’t mind the fact that Johnny is taking so many pictures, he’s completely focused on you as you babble about what kind of dinosaur is your favourite and why it’s the best dinosaur.

Now the team has a group photo framed in Prices office, Simon is in the middle of the group with you in his arms, everyone smiling.

Now for Valentine’s Day, you make everyone valentines, giving them a horrific drawing of a heart and your best attempt at their names. Simon will keep it forever.

He lets you put cute Valentine’s Day themed stickers on his hand and face, even putting one on the brim of his sunglasses. He says thank you every time you give him a sticker.

He buys you cute clothes regardless of gender, heart themed outfits. He would buy a matching set if they came in his size.

For Easter, he hides all the eggs around the base, wanting to do an egg hunt with you. He makes you an Easter basket as a surprise when you wake up with your favourite candies in them.

He gets the two of you matching bunny ear headbands, he loves the way you giggle when you put them on for him. He’ll match his shirt with yours so your wearing the same pastel Easter colours to make you smile.

He doesn’t really dress up as the tooth fairy when he goes to get your baby teeth from under your pillow, but he will leave a cute sticker and a dollar under your pillow. He nods along as you tell him about the sticker the next morning.

He hates how scratchy and tacky all the costumes are, how his teammates poke fun at him. But he doesn’t mind as much when he sees your face light up, he loves making you happy.

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Traveling Struggles

pairing: mom!manon bannerman x toddler!reader

warnings: chaos, fluff

a/n: kinda rushed this ngl, im tired

Touring wasn’t just about singing and dancing, or connecting with the fans on another level, it was also about the traveling. From plane to plane, the girls had been through almost a dozen airports now just to get to different destinations.

And with a toddler, it was proven to be Manon’s greatest challenge yet.

You wore a puffy jacket, hood up over your head, light up sneakers, and pink sweatpants. Your pacifier, which was previously in your mouth, now was clipped to your shirt collar because you seem to always lose it.

Manon held you in her lap, bouncing her knee lightly to keep you awake. If you were going to sleep, it better be in the plane. She had her black suitcase nearby, huge and heavy. Then your smaller one decorated with Mickey Mouse stickers sat beside it.

Packing gave Manon a headache. You were growing up to become this diva. She had asked you which pieces to clothing you would like to wear, and each time she received a ‘no’ so she let you decide on your own.

So the inside of your suitcase looks like a circus with the amount of bright, mismatching colors you chose. The next challenge was getting you to eat a full meal before the flight. The girls suggested Denny’s since it was nearby. You made a huge mess with your smiley-face pancakes—whipped cream covering your mouth, syrup all over your hands, and the table covered in powdered sugar.

Then the car ride over the airport, you sobbed for a full twenty minutes because Sophia wasn’t sitting on the other side of you like Manon was. It shouldn’t have been a big deal, but to you, it was the end of the world if your two favorite people weren’t beside you.

And now, while Manon sipped her coffee, she allowed herself a break. Which meant the iPad in your hands, volume at full blast as you watched Mickey Mouse Clubhouse.

Sophia sat across you, eating a croissant sandwich. “Do you think she’ll sleep throughout the flight? It’s eight hours long.”

Manon bit her bottom lip. “I sure hope so. Otherwise I’m gonna be a cranky mom with a cranky toddler.”

Megan laughed from her spot on the floor, body between Daniela’s legs. “You should give her a sleepy gummy.”

“She’s too young for that.” Lara mentioned.

Yoonchae spun her anxiety ring in her hand. “She looks tired.”

Manon took a look at your face—you were highly invested in your show, but there was that look of tiredness in your eyes. And she knew that the moment your pacifier was in your mouth, you were going to knock the hell out.

Bag check was complete. Security was complete. You even received a handful of compliments on how cute you were, something Manon took pride in because, well, she made you. Finally, it was boarding time.

Sitting first class was a must, especially with you. Megan and Daniela were beside each other, Lara already taking a seat with Yoonchae, and Sophia by herself, relaxing back into her seat.

You got the window seat, of course, with your mom buckling you in. Manon put her bag down between her legs. Inside were snacks and toys for you, stuff you needed to endure this long fight. At first things went smoothly, the first hour passed without a complaint as long as your iPad was still playing.

Then the plane reached turbulence. You freaked out, crying and grabbing onto Manon’s arm tightly. The toddler strength was real. Once it was over, you were still screaming and sobbing. Manon unbuckled you, cradling you in her arms until you calmed down, then she set you back down with your pacifier.

Leaning your head against her shoulder, you passed out immediately and managed to sleep for the next six hours. Manon smiled softly, throwing a thumbs up to Sophia who snickered, and turned back to her show playing.

“We got a runner!”

pairing: mom!manon bannerman x toddler!reader

warnings: crying, fluff

a/n: mom!manon is literally in the lead LMAO 😭 still have 45 min to vote but take this as a treat!!

The concert was energetic—bright lights, loud sounds, exciting crowds. The girls soaked in every moment with immense joy radiating off them, a warmth of love wrapping around. Manon was catching her breath from finishing MIA. They were preparing to do the next song on their set list, the fans’ energy was unmatched.

You, with oversized headphones tucked around your little ears, were watching from a chair behind stage in the care of Missy. She was scrolling on her iPad, making sure everything was in check. Her free hand slips from your shoulder and in that moment, your little brain said, ‘mommy’.

Tears form in your eyes as Manon dances across the stage, unaware of the chaos erupting back stage now. Your little lungs are screaming out, bawling, and the whole crew was panicking. They tried food, water, toys. Nobody but Manon or the girls were allowed to hold you so when Missy attempted, you screamed bloody murder.

She sets you down immediately, and your little legs take off. Headphones fall to the floor as you waddle, faster than anybody predicted, onto the stage. The spotlight is on you and your eyes are glued to the Ghanaian woman standing in the far corner of the stage with her chest heaving up and down out of breath.

The crowd catches the girls’ attention—pointing and screaming in confusion and awe when you run on. Daniela spots you first, eyes widening as she begins to chase you.

“We got a runner!” She yells into her mic, making grabby hands and calling for you. “Y/N! Baby, come here!”

Manon hears your name and turns around to watch the scene unfold. You’re avoiding the girls, all five of them, like obstacles in Donkey Kong with only one objective in mind: get to mommy.

Megan ran into Yoonchae, bumping heads together in the process of trying to dive for you. Lara gave up and was a giggling mess on stage. Daniela was full blown panicking and Sophia stood there like a disappointed parent.

Finally, you made it to Manon and jumped into her arms. She holds you immediately, wrapping arms around your little body and cradling you against her chest.

“Mommy!” You scream into happiness, the mic carrying it through the stadium. The crowd collectively coos at the sight.

Manon simply smiles, kissing your rosy cheeks and brushing your curly hair back. “Sweetheart, mommy’s working, remember?”

“Mhm.” You hummed, hand in your mouth now as you look around with big, curious eyes.

Sophia walked over, tickling you slightly. “Let’s get her on stage and put this headphones back on.” She turns to the fans. “What do y’all think?”

Every chant was positive and encouraging. Megan runs back stage, returning with headphones and placing them over your head. You’re sat on a stool in the center of the stage now and ‘My Way’ begins to play—coincidentally your favorite song.

"Just look at her! Isn't she so cute! How could you kill that face? " Satoru held you up by under your arms. Your cheek smooshed into his as he held you in front of his teacher, Masamichi Yaga. Said man stood in front of the two teenage boys, and the child curse.

You didn't seen to mind the white haired boy holding you, in fact, you seemed more interested in the blank faced boy standing next to him, he had a certain aura to him, one like yours, sad.

Yaga sighed, running a hand over his face. "Satoru, she's still a curse. Child or not. She's dangerous." Satoru, being the manchild he was, pouted his lips, hugging your smaller body to his. "I'll look after her. Scouts promise." Satoru jokingly raise two fingers, hiking you up onto his waist, your little sandle cover feet hanging over his hips. Yaga sighed, knowing the teen wasn't gonna take no for an answer. "Fine.."

You turned out to be an easy 'child'. Satoru could just stick his phone or an iPad in your hands, and it would entertain you for hours. Suguru, being the more responsible of the two, was the one to often take you outside to the park or out for ice cream.

But the curse that lived in your body was.. unique. Most, if not all, jujutsu sorcerers knew of Sukuna, but only a handful knew of kelim. Kelim was a power curse who was living hundreds of years before Sukuna. She, like Sukuna, caused damage and killed many, but unlike Sukuna, Kelim refused to kill children.

Kelim had fallen sick and sealed herself away hundreds of years ago deep in a cave in Japan, but a few years ago, a few scientists had unknowingly opened the cave and let her out. Her spirit had found little baby you. You who had been abandoned at the doors of an orphanage after your teen mother didn't want you anymore.

For the next few years, Kelim has lived in your body. She protected you and had later used your body to kill. She had killed the abusive workers in the orphanage.

Kelim wasn't out right evil, sure it was weird to hear a fully grown woman's voice come from a toddler sometimes, but the curse that inhabitants in you didn't try to kill Satoru or Suguru.

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Hehe, this is part 1, I will be doing a part 2 soon!!

You were a curse born from hatred and sadness. You were a child curse, you had formed in an orphanage known for abusing children, the orphanage had long since been abandoned, but sometimes people would report hearing a crying child (fnaf meantioned) coming from the building.

Satoru and Suguru had been the ones sent on the mission. All they knew? It was a curse born of sadness. When the two teenage boys arrived, they first thing they noticed was the energy. It was pure sadness. It was unlike they had ever felt before.

"Woah. I feel like crying. Just me?" Satoru asked, looking down the long hallway. Suguru hummed, his hands shoved in the pockets of his pants. All of a sudden, a wail came from down the hall behind them, causing the two boys to turn around. Sitting on the floor was a crying child.

You had your knees pulled up to your chest, your arms around them as you wailed. "Hey there!" Your cries stopped as you looked up. A boy with white and glasses over his eyes was standing over you. He had the brightest aura you had ever seen. Most people had dull auras.

Satoru tilted his head. You looked like a normal child. You didn't seem deformed like most curse spirits were. Satoru crouched down to your sitting form, his lanky arms dangling over his knees. "Man, you sure are cute for a curse." Satoru reached out and pinched your cheek.

Behind him, suguru snorted. "Don't get attached, Satoru. We have a job, remember." Satoru, being the man child he was, pouted. Pulling his hand back from the curse child. "Just look at it, suguru! Isn't it so cute, I just want to gobble it up." All of a sudden, you slapped your hand onto the floor. "I'm not an it! I'm a girl!"

Both teens seemed surprised at your outburst. They didn't know you could talk, let alone clearly. But it wasn't really that. It was the large wave of cursed energy that came from you. It was suguru who caught it first. A black aura hanging from your back.

@heynyxiepixie credit for the fuck Ai

Thinking, thinking, thinking...

It was supposed to be a normal meeting. Chat a little about upcoming missions and all, until you decide you didn't want to hang with Damian or Alfred no. No, you wanted Dada.

You had thrown the biggest tantrum, kicking and screaming until Bruce had picked you up and made his way down to the cave with you in hand. Which brings us to now.

You had been a very squirmy baby, so it wasn't a surprise that you were a very active toddler. You couldn't sit still for even a minute, which meant a few into the meeting, you was stood on your father's lap as he held your little waist. You were now facing him, running your hands all over your father's deadpan face, squashing his cheeks together.

Bruce, on the other hand, was trying to focus, but it was kinda hard when your two year old was basically squeezing the life out of your face. One of Bruce's hands left go of your waist to reach up and grab your hands instead, pulling them away from his face. He wrestled with you for a moment before sitting you back down on his lap.

"Stop moving, or yiu can go back to Dami." You whined, kicking your legs back and forth, you heels hitting Bruce's knees, which didn't do much. Bruce had one arm wrapped around you, keeping your arms to your side. All of a sudden, you swung your head back, the back of your head making contact with Bruce's nose.

A 'pfft' came from the monitor in front of Bruce, causing the man who had one had over his nose, and the other swung over his toddler to look up. Hal was leaning off to the side of his camera, obviously laughing by the way his shoulders were shaking up and down.

Bruce sighed, lifting the arm around you up to let you free. With your newfound freedom, you immediately jumped down off your father's lap and ran further into the cave. Bruce looked at the ceiling, already feeling the headache forming.

Man he needed to stop adopting kids.

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