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agerefandomrambles · 8 months ago

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Pinky Promises (full)

Word count: 1,679 (I warned yall this one would be big)

Little! Reader

Cg! Chase, Cameron

Cw: fighting regression, pet names, involuntary regression

Plot: you and chase are a couple and when you slip while he's over seas, he helps you over the phone.

You and Robert Chase have been a couple for about a year

A few months ago he had to travel to Australia to assist on a case for his little brother who was ill

On February 14, while in your clinic office, you sighed as you watched how all your friends and medical staff received gift when your cell phone vibrates, showing a message from Chase

"Hey, dear, how are you doing? ♡"

"Dr Chase, I haven't heard from you in a while?" You text back

"I'm sorry about that, I had to go offline for a bit for the case. I've got my phone back now so, so I just wanted to let you know that I love you and I wish I could be there with you on Valentine's day." Chase's voice came through the phone on a voice note

"I'm on a case right this moment and House is... House. Can I call you in like 15?" You quickly reply

"Sure thing, dear. Take as much time as you need. I'll be waiting." Chase replies just as quickly.

"It's lovely to talk to you again" you text, before closing my phone.

You're not really on a case with House right now but you know that if you don't spend some time pulling yourself together before talking to Chase, you'll crash into littlespace as soon as you hear his voice.

After 15 minutes, you take a deep breath, then tap the call button.

The phone starts ringing and you fidget with the ring he gave you. If he were here you know he'd pick up immediately that you're starting to slip. You haven't regressed since he left, almost 3 months ago and you're determined to keep it that way.

After a few rings, Chase picks up the phone. "Hello, beautiful. How are things going?"

"Hey baby" you say, fidgeting with your ring like mad but keeping your voice steady. "I miss you"

You hear him chuckle lightly before replying, "I miss you too. I wish I could be there holding you in my arms. It's so cold and lonely over here and I just can't wait to see you again."

"When are you coming home?" You ask suddenly, swallowing the lump in my throat.

"I know Australia's nice but surely now that it's winter down there you're starting to miss the states?" You joke, trying to lighten the mood.

"Soon baby soon...", he pauses for a moment, trying to work out if he should ask. "Is something on your mind, dear? You're being a little off... Is everything going alright with House and the team?"

You hum in agreement, trying to pull it together

"Actually, I have a question for you too." He says after a moments pause.

"What is it?" You ask a little too quick. Also a sign of you slipping.

He pauses for a moment, before hesitantly continuing, "I'm a little worried that... you could have regressed, you know, since I left. Are you sure you're all right?"

You let out a breath of relief. Thank God it's nothing more serious. "Yes baby I haven't regressed."

It's technically not a lie. You haven't regressed since he left. Even though you're absolutely fighting it right now, you haven't slipped in almost 4 months.

"Have you?" You ask gently, knowing that he tends to regress more then you do.

He's relieved to hear that you haven't regressed yet since he left, yet he was afraid you would at any moment. However, your question left him a little nervous. "Actually... I regressed a few times during these last two months... Usually when I was feeling overwhelmed or really stressed."

"Oh baby" you say sympathetically, your own urge to regress gone* "did it help?"

"Uh... yeah, actually it did. It helped me calm down a little and even find a solution to some problems I was having. But.. um... can I ask you for a favor?" He says, a little bit embarrassed.

"Yeah what's up?" You reply. Now that you know that he's alright, you're fighting the urge to just slip.

"I was just wondering... if you could let me know when you start to regress. I know you probably don't like doing that when you do, but I've always found its really helpful when you're not conscious about what you're doing at the moment." He says softly.

You frown at the phone, worried. You stay silent for a few moments trying to find the words. In your rapidly regressing state, it's getting harder and harder to act like an adult.

Chase notices the lack of response and realizes that you were slipping. He also realized that the regression was getting worse for you a while back. "Hey... I think you're slipping a bit, honey. Can you try to focus on what I'm saying? I'm asking you something important."

You whimper, crashing hard into your regressed state. All it took was some slight concern from him to push you over the edge.

You lean over and turn the camera on, knowing that while regressed, you should always turn to him to help.

The moment Chase realizes you had regressed, his heartbeat starts beating faster and he can't help but worry.

"Hey... Hey sweetheart, it's going to be all right. Can you still hear me? Are you okay? Sweetie? Baby, please answer me..." His tone of voice now more concerned than before.

"I'm sorry" you say quietly. "I was tryin not to slip"

"It's okay, babe. You don't need to apologize. Can you do me a favor and do something for me, please?" He says, breathing a small sigh of relief.

"Can you come home?" You ask quietly, clinging to the last bit of adult reasoning and functioning you have left.

"Baby, I'm trying to make an effort to get back home as soon as possible..." He pauses for a moment before continuing. "Now, the favor, can you show me what's in front of you? I want to make sure you're safe."

You turn the camera around to reveal your desk with a few pens, a case file, a cup of tea, a pair of scissors and a small container of toothpicks. When you turn the camera back onto yourself, you pick up a toothpick so you have something to put in your mouth other then a pen

"I already called cameron" you say before he can ask

Chase relaxes a little, relieved to see your desk was clear and you weren't around anything too dangerous "Good, thank you for following my instructions... Can I ask something more, baby?"

You nod, feeling non-verbal

"Can you stretch your arms alllll the way out?" Chase asks, testing how much movement you've got while regressed while also getting you to stretch, figuring that you haven't moved in a while.

You stretch your arms out and as he's about to speak again, Cameron comes in the door and he can see her in the camera.

Chase smiles at you, knowing that now that Cameron's on the scene, you'll be alright. "Sweetie, I think I'm done. Please take care of yourself, okay? You have Cameron with you. Call me if you need anything."

You hold my hands up expectantly and Cameron picks you up

"I've got her Chase. I thought she might slip soon. I've already got her nursery all set up. You still planning on coming back in a week?" Cameron asks him, bouncing you a little on her hip.

Chase is relieved to know that Cam had everything under control, but he also cant help but feel a little jealous that you were in her arms instead of his. "Uh... actually... I was planning on returning to the states sooner. I'll be back in three days from now."

Cameron let's out a surprised exhale. "You're brother's completely healed already?" She asks, disbelieving. As she talks, you relax into her arms and lay your head on her shoulder.

Chase is surprised with the question but he also can't help but notice you completely relaxed with Cam in her arms. But he pushs away his jealous feeling, knowing that it isn't Cam's fault nor yours that you regressed while talking to Chase and she was there for you now. For the time being.

"Yep pretty much. You wanna guess what it was?" He asked, momentarily switching into doctor mode. When Cameron doesn't respond, he continues. "He has lupus... and diabetes."

"Jeez unlucky kid" Cameron murmers quietly, not wanting to wake you up.

"Anyway, now that the doctor art is over, I can come home whenever" he finishes lamely.

"Dada comin home?" you ask Cameron, having fully sunken into your headspace

"Yes baby, he's coming home soon" Cam replies.

"I swear to God Chase if you've told them the wrong day again, I'll personally fly to down under myself and drag you here by the ear." She whisper threatens him.

Chase chuckles at her threat. "Cam, I promise this time I'm coming home. This whole Australian doctor thing is getting kind of boring anyway. I'll even bring some chocolate for you, deal?"

Cam's smile drops and she glare at him for a solid second

"I mean it Robert. The last time you told them the wrong day they were crying on my shoulder the whole night about how you don't want a little. I love you man but when they're regressed, I love them more"

Chase's expression went blank and he was shocked by Cam's words. He had expected her to be annoyed with him, but not that she would say that she loved you more when you regressed. He remained silent for a moment, not knowing how to respond

"I... I won't make the same mistake again. I swear I will come back as soon as I can."

You sleepily lift your head up long enough to ask "pinky promise?"

Chase smiled slightly when he heard your question and his heart ached that you were completely regressed. He was really starting to miss you and grabbed his suitcase to start packing.

"Pinky promise, sweetie."

#its a big story i know #but i didnt like having it in 4 parts #so i fixed it #house md #house md agere #little!reader #cg!chase #cg!cameron #story #mine #pinky promises

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delusionsofgrandeur13 · 8 months ago

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pt. 2

you just saw your ex boyfriend, dick grayson, for the first time since he broke up with you.

you ran into him on the street.

no, like, literally ran into him.

you were walking your mom’s dog for her, a german shepherd she got when you moved out. she’d aptly named him trouble. despite his name, trouble was usually a mellow guy, even if he was huge. walking him was just another thing you were doing to try and ignore the thoughts constantly pounding out a beat in your head.

oh, dick would think this is funny! that’s dick’s favorite color, i should buy it! dick and i should go there on our next date!

and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on and-

anyways, you were definitely trying to keep yourself busy.

any time a memory popped up in your brain of him—

laughing at your jokes, holding you close while you fell asleep, kissing your neck while he thrust into you

—you’d empty the dishwasher, paint your nails, (any color but blue) turn on reality tv, read a book, stuff your face, whatever.

anything to stop fucking thinking about him and his stupid blue eyes and his dumb smile.

you’d been been watching the news, sprawled across the couch. just the regular gotham news: don’t use main street, mr. freeze’s ray iced out the pavement. the iceberg lounge had been raided by the police for the third time this month. the justice league defeated yet another extraterrestrial threat to humanity, blah, blah, blah. you weren’t really watching. the news program ended, and the next one started. a gotham gossip show. they were doing a special segment on the wayne family.

of course they fucking were. even your tv was conspiring against you. you had to resist the urge to chuck the remote at it.

you turned it off instead, heading to your room to get ready for a run.

(running for exercise or running from your thoughts?)

your mom had asked you to take trouble right before you’d walked out the door, and so you grabbed him and his leash and headed out. you’d forgotten the bags for his poop, but you didn’t think you would be out that long, so you just kept on going.

you were wearing the leggings dick had bought you, ones he joked should be a specific blue color. you hadn’t understood then, but you more than understood now. it was warmer, and so you just had on an old sports bra on top, and some converse.

you were not the athletic type. that was dick. probably still was. you wouldn’t really know.

you hadn’t talked since it happened, like three or four weeks ago.

time had become a little fuzzy. your mom said you could stay with her as long as you needed, but you were starting to get the itch to move out.

nothing against your mom, it’s just hard to sob really loudly into a pint of ice cream when she’s there.

and she keeps trying to wash the one shirt of dick’s you still have. you know, fully well, how dumb it is, (and a little gross) but you’re still wearing his shirt every night to bed. and maybe it’s all in your head, but it still smells like him. you aren’t ready to wash it. besides, now that you’re sleeping by yourself, you’re pretty sure it’s helping you fall asleep. something that was hard to do the first few nights without your big warm boyfriend next to you in bed.

it probably isn’t good for you, to keep wearing his shirt.

you’d had your hand between your thighs more than once late at night thinking about being enveloped in his scent. your nights were haunted with thoughts of his body over yours, his phantom voice in your ear. calling you angel, asking you if this was heaven, like the last time you’d had sex.

it definitely isn’t good for you.

but neither is life without dick grayson.

you try not to dwell on the fact that dick had given you a sort of non-reason for the breakup. sure, it got lonely sometimes, or you got anxious for your masked boyfriend, so you cried. so what if your patience wore thin after a few too many “i’m sorry, angel, i can’t make it this time”-s.

you were human!

but you’d never, never once complained about his absence or his commitments to his family.

never.

he’d just assumed you were silently suffering and it really irked you if you thought about it for too long. you still weren’t sure if you were mad at him or sad, or whatever. it felt like your brain couldn’t decide on an emotion so you just got twelve at once. but what you did know for sure was that he was 110% worth it to you. you just wish he’d realize that. see that. instead of just the times you were a little emotionally strung out. your ex boyfriend was too willing to sacrifice his own mental health for the sake of yours and you were sick of it. but you didn’t know if you had the courage to say that to him. or even see him, after the way this breakup had hit you.

your friends had managed to get you out of the house, a few times now.

you’d gotten almost too drunk every time, escaping your friends and going outside to get some air. this time, you saw a guy that looked just enough like dick, and it’d all been too much. so you got out of there. you sat yourself down on the curb, looking up at the hazy rooftops. you were always looking up. always.

and since the break up, you’d noticed the vigilantes of your city more often. maybe there was more criminal activity. maybe you were just paying more attention than you used to.

you’d seen spoiler and orphan, pounding the pavement behind you to run after some seedy looking guy holding a briefcase. you think spoiler tried to high five you on the way past, but there was no way. you wrote it off as your memory embellishing things.

you were pretty sure red hood had nodded at you before disappearing down a fire escape on the other side of the building.

your mom had recently gotten a delivery of security cameras for her house. but she hadn’t ordered them. the shipping address had only the address of some warehouse on the dock, the name just, ‘R.R.’ you’d set the cameras up, but you and your mom both were still baffled about it.

and here, sitting on the curb, you were staring at what looked like a dark figure crouched on the rooftop opposite. they’d been there when you’d entered the club, too.

you squinted, trying to make out shoulders and suit colors, when they stood up, and the light bounced off his shiny cowl.

fucking batman?

you shook your head, trying to shake your drunk brain like an etch-a-sketch. there was actually no way.

a smaller figure, one you hadn’t seen behind the shape of batman (!?) pulled a weapon, a gleaming silver sword, and pointed it at you. your head spun. batman (there was no way) shook his head at robin. he sheathed his sword, throwing his hands up in what looked like annoyance. you blinked, and they were gone.

you weren’t really sure if it had happened or not. you’d been trying not to think too hard about the fact that you still hadn’t seen nightwing. you’d really been trying.

so instead, you were walking your mom’s dog.

trouble had, in fact, pooped, and you were frantically looking around for something to pick it up with. gotham was already shitty enough without the addition of, well, literal shit. the streets were busy, but not crowded, and someone down the block whistled for a cab, catching your attention. you turned, and at the same time, trouble jerked your arm, pulling you backwards into someone walking on the sidewalk. the stranger made a choked sound.

“trouble??”

your heart stopped. you held your breath, turning around.

trouble was at attention, looking up at your ex-boyfriend with his head cocked.

dick’s eyes were wide. his hair shorter than you remember. he leaned down to scratch trouble behind the ears, his biceps and shoulder muscles in hard relief. are you dreaming? you didn’t recognize the shirt he had on, but he was wearing your favorite jeans of his, and his matching converse. your mouth felt like a desert.

trouble trails around the two of you, the leash long. he loves your ex-boyfriend, you know he won’t go anywhere.

“did you cut your hair?” you take a step forward. dick does too.

“i-” he clears his throat. “i did. do you like it?” he shifts his eyes, his cheeks bright pink.

you make a show of looking it over. he turns his head so you can see it from all angles. like he always did when he got a haircut.

your chest hurts.

you nod approvingly, flashing him a weak smile.

“it looks really nice. you’re very-” your face heats as you stop yourself. “it looks very handsome.”

that’s an understatement. you would’ve climbed him like a tree the minute he’d come home looking like that. the way his biceps were bulging out of his shirt sleeves could not be good for his circulation. it was great for yours, your heart was beating a mile a minute.

dick smiles down at you, stepping forward again.

“thanks.” he looks down, taking in your outfit. “nice leggings, ang-” he’s cut off when trouble spots a squirrel and darts, barking wildly. the problem is, trouble had been walking his leashed self around you and dick.

you’re now chest to chest with your ex boyfriend in the middle of a sidewalk, tied to him by rope. you vaguely hear trouble whine at the way his collar bit into his neck from the leash pulling taut. you didn’t even have the time to process the fact that he had almost called you angel. which was probably a good thing.

you’re breathing heavily, while dick doesn’t seem to be breathing at all.

he’s put his arms around you on instinct, and you hate the way you feel like you’re home. a shiver runs up your spine at the sudden closeness, and dick peers down at you through half-lids. your mouth dries up again. you suddenly feel indignant.

“you are not allowed to breakup with me and then show up and look at me like that!” you hiss at him.

you would throw up your hands in exasperation if they weren’t basically pinned to dick’s body. a smile breaks across his face, his bright blue eyes telling you everything you need to know. he stares at you, studying you. you wonder if he can feel how hard your heart is beating.

“alfred taught me a new recipe.” he blurts, his hand clutching at your back.

he’s adorable. but you school your face and raise an eyebrow at him.

“..oookay?”

dick blushes, his face sheepish. “i could make it for you, if you wanted.”

“what i want is an apology.” you look him up and down.

your ex boyfriend grimaces, squeezing his eyes shut. “understandable.”

“on your hands and knees. i think this is one of those begging-for-my-forgiveness type situations, don’t you think?”

dick nods, a strand of hair falling across his forehead. his eyes flash.

“you don’t have to worry about getting me on my knees.”

one heartbeat pounds behind your ribs, the other one between your legs. you huff out a weird sort of nervous laugh.

“oh, i’m not joking.” his lips curve up in a smile, one you know very well. he obviously plans to make up on lost time.

you forgot how charming he was. you have to practically force yourself to breathe. you’d do anything to have the real thing over his old t-shirt. you give yourself a mental shake.

he can flirt all he wants, but what about your heart? you look up at him, and his face softens, his pupils huge.

“can you get us untangled?”

dick nods, whistling for trouble. he frees an arm and grabs trouble’s collar, guiding him back around so the leash falls to the sidewalk. you step back, taking a deep breath. you’re cold at the sudden loss of his body heat. it’s a harsh reminder of reality. you grab trouble’s leash, having him sit. you look at your ex boyfriend.

“thanks.” you take another deep breath. “can you promise me something, though?”

he nods, his face serious. “anything. anything at all.”

“promise you won’t break my heart again?” you hold out your pinky finger.

dick coughs, surprised at your words. he looks down, taking a shaky breath. he’s in disbelief, he’s ecstatic, he’s on top of the world, he…has a lot of apologizing to do.

when he looks back up to offer up his own pinky, his eyes are shining. the sight makes your heart melt. you take his finger in yours, beaming up at him.

he gives you a soft smile in return. “i promise.”

you take your hand back, feeling the most hopeful you have in a month.

a breeze picks up, and the whiff you get reminds you of your earlier predicament. you look down. dick looks down too.

shit. literally.

you forgot about the fact that trouble had used the sidewalk as a toilet.

“is that trouble’s?” he asks.

you nod, making a face. “i forgot the poop bags.”

“rookie mistake.” dick shakes his head, smiling. you look him up and down, and then turn, walking back the way you came.

“text me about that recipe!” you lift your hand in a wave.

“but-..uh, the shit?” he calls after you.

“that’s alllll you, baby!” you yell back, practically skipping away. you feel like you’re floating.