One shots

ao3: Pressure

Little who's not able to regress because of the pressure he feels

"Are you sure he's little?he's never even done what they're supposed to" Oliver
Held in his sounds and picked at his pants, dr lower said he needed to convince them he wasn't little because he was wasting time.So he did, kinda. The paper work was put in and was about to be approved when he got a request to have a meet. All process stop when doms were involved. Oliver sat in the corner of the room he was out in bored and with his legs half pulled to his chest. He was waiting for the person he was supposed to meet but it wasn't surprising they weren't gonna show, it was really shitty.
Warm tears slid down his face but he leaned his head against the wall sighing. He was cold, really cold and the tears blurred his vision as he wiped them. He couldn't get a deep enough breath, he took a deep breath but didn't feel the satisfaction. He felt lightheaded soon thereafter and the door opened a nurse gasped and was on the ground holding his face and kissing his head. If you had a little you weren't allowed to pick another up unless they were harmed and in danger. He became tired and he falls asleep soon after.

When a nurse came into the room of waiting mommy's and daddy's and said " I understand most are here for one little but if your not or your opened minded please let me know, I have a little apply to be pulled out" Dante and Don stood and she looked relived and they went back to a room, told to wait the nurse walked in gently closing the door. About ten minutes later she came out explaining he was freaking out but calm down. They went in slowly and found him sitting on the ground eyes puffy and hold a blanket and adorable otter." Hi bubs, what's your name" they were surprised at his build, he could be about 5'8 130 Not that it mattered much. " Olive" Dante smiled laughing " I love that name" he not surprisingly sat right next to the little looking to Don, he sat Indian style and held his hand out. " I'm don that's Dante, what's your otters name? " he curled up hiding Bubbles. " Can't have" Don smiled " I know he's allll yours, what's his name though" Oliver looked at "Dante" and said " Bubbles" Don nodded chuckling " bubbles the otter, it's adorable just like you. " Dante smiled at the smaller and asked " do you like coloring?" Oliver nodded " blocks" Dante nodded and got up " I'll be right back then" he left and Don smiled at the little one " olive what have you had to eat today?" Olive shrugged " nanna bread" Don frowned and said " that's it?" Olive was trying not to slip harder into head space but it gave him a head ache. Don noticed and slowly picked up setting him on his lap letting his head rest on his shoulder. He whined and sighed, Dante came back in and then looked worried. " Is he already?" Don nodded " he slipped more it seems" they rubbed the boys back letting him fall asleep in their arms. They folded up his blankets and tucked him in to the fluffy 5x2 before leaving and talking to the nurse with his case info. Mrs. Autumn, they talked and both agreed they wanted to adopt the little boy with the otter. The papers for his case were all there after he wanted to begin the pull out process and after about three hours they got to go back inside and wake the little boy up. The poor thing whined curling away from their touch until Dante picked him up and held him rubbing his back.