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ace-of-gay · 1 year

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Hi Idk if you take requests or not but I was wondering if you do a daddy strange with the reader having he/him where he is cooking in the kitchen and the reader comes in and accidentally injures himself like burning his finger or something and Stephen at first is slightly upset with him for messing around but then tries to comfort him and maybe ends with them cuddling together as Stephen tries to get rid of the pain and Stephen uses names like little prince

Let daddy fix it

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Doctor strange x little male reader

Warnings: age regression, Mention of sippy, stuffie, naps, Names like daddy, baby, little prince, baby boy etc. Burning hand on hot kitchen appliance

He/him pronouns

No skin tone, hair type, ethnic background, weight or height mentioned

Age regression is a therapist reccomended coping mechanism so if youre uncomfortable with it than dont read it.

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Edited to the best of my ability.

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Youd spent the week in and out of your little headspace, it wouldn’t set in completely, nothing worked, you had tried so much already, from bubble baths with bath crayons to movies with your stuffies, nothing worked, youd been waiting so patiently for your boyfriend to return from his mission.

Not being fully your big age nor your little age and constantly shifting made you feel uneasy but the best idea was to try and get some rest, settle the storm in mental difference by focusing on neither instead.

Turning on your comfort show you don’t even have to actually watch it anymore just the sound of it brings you comfort at this point, and thankfully so because within a few minutes of your head hitting the pillow you were out.

Due to your headspace not setting in you’d been lacking sufficient sleep so the idea of him being home soon brought a very excited wave of sleep over you, needing the rest so you can spend lots of time with him, he’s hours away from being back and coming over to your apartment, he practically lived here now.

Having been so tired you didn’t realize you’d slept through his messages, your alarm and the smell of breakfast.

The smell of breakfast? You put two and two together, the smell of breakfast means he’s home!

Hopping up out of bed a grin from ear to ear spread wide across your face, a childlike glow in you eyes, wandering slowly through the hall to the living room, peering in to the kitchen to see your boyfriend, your caregiver dressed comfortably, something no one else has ever seen but something so simple you’ve grown used to.

Excitement overflowing, you finally give in to the urge to get closer, it feels as though you’re dreaming and once you finally get close enough to touch him you’ll wake up and it’ll be back to day one of his mission.

Just a step away your mind feeling smaller and the clock ticks he’s more than aware that you’ve been in the room but wanted you to initiate the contact knowing it’s a big thing to process, constantly worried your mind is deceiving you. Your mind is paralyzing, stuck and he knows.

“G,mornin love, I promise im actually here” he soothes turning to you, letting you fall comfortably into his hold, the tremble in his hands telling you that its all real, melting against him, arms wrapped tight around his waist.

“You’re just in time, all the food has to do now is cool down for a few and the biscuits in the oven have to finish up, you have my undivided attention” rubbing your back he leads you to the island, helping you up onto the counter

“Missed you, so much, don’t like when you’re gone”

“I know my little prince, I don’t like having to leave either, I miss my bubs when I’m not with him”

Tickling your sides, a shrill giggle erupting from you, legs kicking a trying to wiggle away

“There’s that smile again my happy boy, you stay put for just a moment”

Nodding you watch as he turns around, switching off the stove and oven, pulling the biscuits from the oven and grabbing a couple plates.

He than heads off to the fridge grabbing fresh fruit and drinks.

Right on time your tummy growled announcing to the room that you were indeed ready for breakfast, that’s your cue to hop down, now listening to your thoughts already forgetting what he said, but not to worry, you’re not completely little right now, you grab one plate setting it near the stove, filling it with a fare share of your favorite breakfast, taking the other and carefully dishing out the same moving on the biscuits trying to pick one up, it takes a moment and a good tug, the bottom of them is stuck to the pan, you finally get the first one off, going for a second one you gotta pull as well and by instinct you pant your other hand down on the baking sheet to stabilize it.

A sharp burning hot sensation seers through your skin, pulling you hand away quickly, your eyes welling with tears you bite down on your tongue, doing your best not to cry, but your daddy saw it happen, he heard the clatter of the pan and saw your eyes glisten with tears.

He quickly sets everything down rushing over to you, “oh my prince that was hot, I’m so sorry baby, here let daddy see” he reaches out and just as quickly you turn away cradling your hand, “no don touch, is hurtin” you whimper.

“I know baby but we gotta make sure its not gonna need medicine, daddy is a doctor and he’s burnt himself many times, I can make it feel better, just gotta let daddy take care of you”

Thinking for a moment you reluctantly turn to him letting him look at it, taking your hand in his he takes a good look and makes a conclusion.

“just gotta clean it up, put some burn cream and wrap it up, it’ll be good as new in no time” he leads you to the sink running the water as soft as he can, scared the cold water will hurt even more you flinch when you feel it bit realize its warm water, after a moment he turns the temperature down a little cooling the burn slowly but surely, by the time you get to cold water your hand has finally started to feel more normal.

He than leads you to the bathroom finding the Neosporin.

Leading you to sit down on the lid of the toilet, he takes your hand gently into his own, opening the Neosporin and putting a decent glob onto the tip of his finger, his trembly hand goes to carefully lather up your owie but as soon as he touches your hand you pull back a little.

“I know baby boy but its important for it to heal and feel better, can you take a biiiig deep breath for daddy? “ nodding you take a big breath and he quickly smooth’s the ointment onto your hand, taking a piece of gauze, setting upon the owie and wrapping it up.

“Good job baby! Perfect job for daddy, such a brave boy, how bout we watch cartoons while eating breakfast as a treat hm?” You take off back to the kitchen, grabbing your sippy of juice and plopping yourself down on the couch, his cloak comes moseying into the room bringing your favorite stuffie, followed by your cg with breakfast.

All you wanted to do was relax into your headspace today so after breakfast you spent plenty of time building cities, knocking them down, and building more, at one point you even built the stark tower with help from your daddy, which he took a picture of you still in your cozy jammies and big hoodie putting the last piece of the tower on top.

You watched movies, cuddled and he even took a nap with you instead of putting you down for a nap and doing house work, you head resting ontop of his chest, the rhythmic rise and fall and the thrum of his heart putting you to sleep.

And just like stated your burn healed up in no time.

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Long time no post, i have an entire list of reasons but if you scroll through youll realize i was skippin down the sidewalk with death gambling my cards in many ways (many ways not stated aswell) ... welp im good now, apart from the inhaler overdose on accident... enjoy lmao much love <333

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lyralit · 2 years

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writing tips: carl jung's character archetypes

the child / the innocent - looks for happiness - is afraid of being punished - R2D2, Star Wars; Luna Lovegood, Harry Potter

the orphan - looks to belong - is afraid of exclusion - Luke Skywalker, Star Wars

the hero - looks to create change - is afraid of being weak - Katniss Everdeen, the Hunger Games

the caregiver - looks to help others - is afraid of their own selfishness (sometimes from a past selfish deed) - Molly Weasley, Harry Potter

the explorer - looks for freedom - is afraid of entrapment - Indiana Jones, Indiana Jones

the rebel - looks for change - afraid of being powerless - Robin Hood, Robin Hood

the lover / the lovers - looks for connection - afraid of isolation - Anna, Frozen; Belle and the Beast, Beauty and the Beast

the creator - looks to realize their vision - afraid of mediocrity - Tony Stark, Iron Man

the jester - looks for fun and amusement - afraid of unfulfillment and boredom - Mercutio, Romeo and Juliet

the sage - looks for knowledge - afraid of deception / "wrongness" - Yoda, Star Wars

the magician - looks to alter reality - afraid of unintended results - Dr. Strange, Doctor Strange

the ruler - looks for prosperity - afraid of being overthrown - Darth Vader, Star Wars

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littlespacereader · 2 months

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haii!!!!! can u do a story wher tony stark is cg an peter parker is litle on patrol ??? wifs mentions of captan amewica and or doctort strang bein othr papa(s) ??

Such a cute idea! I love me a cute fic with little and caregiver teaming up to save the world but the Cg is just worried about their little the whole time! Of course I have CG Tony Stark and to change it up I made the other CG Doctor strange! I literally love his character so much! I also based the villain off the comic book character and not the MCU version of the character. Anyway! Please enjoy this fic!! Thank you for the request!

On Patrol🕷️⚡️

Caregiver! Tony Stark, Caregiver! Stephen Strange & Little! Peter Parker

Tags - fighting (combat), passing out, tickling, cuddles, medicines, magic

Nicknames - Pete, kid, little bundle of joy, sweet one, little one, little spider, Dadee for Tony, Papa for Strange

“Mission Alert, 22nd street and 8th avenue. Reports says the Electro is making his way to the city’s power grid. Police are asking for the Avenger’s assistance.” Jarvis echoed through the Tower.

“A mission!!” Peter jumped from his bed. He threw his spider stuffie and spit his pacifier out before running into the other room.

“Jarvis! Keep me updated on the mission! I’m getting changed now.”

“Sir, do you think you’re in the right headspace to be going on this mission?”

“Of course! I’m big now. I just needed a little break and now I’m good.”

He quickly threw on his suit, grabbed his web shooters before leaving his room. Not without one extra hug to his stuffie though! If Jarvis had real eyes, he’d be rolling them.

Peter started running down the hall, then thought the doors to the balcony. With one big jump he swung into the city.

Peter began to talk to Jarvis through his suit’s technology, “Tell Da-…Tell Mister Stark-“

“Tell me what?”

Peter looked to his right to see Tony flying beside him. “Hey! I was just telling Jarvis-“

“Where do you think you’re going Pete?”

“I’m going on the mission.” Peter said, a bit unsure of himself. “You see, I just got back from school so I was just relaxing watching this old show called Gillian’s Island when Jarvis said the mission alert and since everyone else is away on the mission in Australia I thought I would cover it.” Peter said as fast as lighting. Was it all completely true…no.

“Huh? Really?” Tony didn’t sound too convinced.

“Yeah! And now that you’re here we can do this together! On patrol! Come on!” he tried to swing faster but Ironman was much faster than Peter’s swinging. Tony stopped him, the two just stood in the air, Ironman hovering and Spider-Man holding onto one of his webs.

“I think maybe you should sit this one out kid. I’ll take care of it.”

“But I can do it! He’s my villain anyway! Trust me I’ll be-.”

There was a sudden rumble with lighting flying into the air. The two looked at one another.

Tony sighed, “We don’t have time to argue. Alright, come on kid. As long as you’re not feeling Little…” Peter could hear the slight sternness to his voice.

“Nope! All good. Alright let’s goooo!” And before Tony could him question more, Peter continued to swing away.

Tony just sighed and followed after him. While Peter swung, Tony flied beside him. They were heading towards downtown near Chelsea market and the Flatiron building.

As they made their way Peter noticed all the different buildings, a new toy store, the Harry Potter store, plus there was probably a new toy stand at Chelsea market.

“Da-…Mister Stark? After we take down Electro can we go to Chelsea market? I wanna see if they’ve got a new toy stand, because the last time I was there with you and Papa I saw-“

“Kid look out!”

Tony grabbed Peter before a lighting strike could hit him. He set him down on a rooftop near by.

“Peter answer me right now. Are you feeling big or Little?” Tony asked in his angry stern voice.

“I’m fine! I’ve got this!” He shook his head and completely avoid the question entirely. Again Peter pusher past and over to Electro who was not happy to see the duo.

“The spider brought backup? It won’t matter!”

Electro began throwing lighting bolts towards Spider-Man and Ironman but the two dodge them well.

“You remember what I taught you last week?”

“The above and below trick?” Peter happily replied.

“That’s the one. Alright kid, let’s do it.” Tony flew below Electro. While he was distracted with Tony, Peter swung above, grabbing his arms in his webs perfectly restraining him.

“We got him Mister Stark! We got-.”

There was just one problem…Electro’s hand were still filled with electricity. So he shot above him. The electricity traveled up the webs and onto Peter, electrocuting him.

Peter doesn’t really remember what happened after that. He heard his Dadee call after him, then he remembers falling, then everything went dark as he passed out. Though he thought he remembered something red wrapping around him.

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When Peter started to wake up he felt wrapped in a blanket. No…wait a minute.

Peter’s eyes fluttered as he started to regain consciousness. He looked down to see his whole body was wrapped in not a blanket but a cape, specifically Doctor Stranger’s cloak.

Peter’s body ached and his head was pounding but he looked around for his Dadee and his Papa too.

He realized where he was. Safe and sound in Papa’s mansion in Downtown Manhattan, the Sanctum Sanctorum.

Peter sighed and sunk into the very comfy bed. He always loved going to Papa’s house. Everything was so cool and mysterious.

Plus he always has the softest beds imaginable. He couldn’t help but close his eyes and fall back to sleep. Expect cloak started to tickle him! Peter began to giggle and giggle, the cloak was relentless.

The cloak only ceased its tickle attack when the door to the bedroom opened up. Peter looked to see Uncle Wong enter with a tray in his hands.

“How are you feeling little one?”

“I’m fine! Really!” Peter began to sit up but his pounding headache had him sink right back down. “Actually my head hurts, badly.” He whined holding his head.

Wong hummed in response, “I thought so. That’s why I brought this for you.”

Wong sat the tray down on Peter’s lap. On it, were little bottles with different colored liquids inside. Peter looked at Wong confused.

“Don’t worry it’s all medicines to help you feel better.” Wong started looking through the different bottles for the right one.

He picked up one and opened it up, black smoke started to pour out of it before he quickly plugged it shut.

Peter’s eyes widened as he looked at Wong with sheer horror on his face. Wong laughed nervously, “Haha, that was the wrong one.”

“Wrong one?! What is that?!”

“Nothing you need to worry about. Let’s see here.” Wong looked through the bottles until, “Ah ha! Here it is!”

He held up a glass bottle with a blue liquid inside. Peter looked at Wong worried, “What is that?”

“It’s liquid advil. I will help you feel better soon.”

“No thank Uncle Wong I’m gonna see Papa instead.” Peter began sitting up with the help of the cloak.

“I’m telling you Peter this will help you. It’s good medicine. I’m 78% sure.”

“78% sure?! What about the other 22%?”

“Well, they’re a chance that this could turn you into a fish or cure your headache.”

“A FISH?!”

“It’s only a 22% chance! Nothing to worry about!”

Peter’s heart was in his throat. He stood up on unsteady feet but thanks to the cloak he didn’t fall. He looked at the cloak and then Wong.

“Mister cloak, take me to Papa please.”

“Peter wait-.”

The cloak lifted Peter in the air and flew him right out the door, ignoring Wong. The cloak flew through the mansion in search of Strange, all while Peter was giggling, but thankfully it didn’t need to look far.

Strange and Tony sat by the fireplace. A coffee table with tea cups sat between their big chairs.

“I should’ve checked with Jarvis the moment I caught up with him in New York. I just had a feeling he wasn’t as big as he was saying.”

“It isn’t your fault Tony. It’s hard to tell when Peter is truly regressed or somewhere in between. I’m just happy he wasn’t badly hurt.”

“Sometimes I wonder if I’m a good Caregiver or I’m becoming my old man.” Tony sighed.

“Tony, Peter idolizes you. There’s really very little you could say or do to make him hate you. Don’t beat yourself up, that’s my job.” Strange smirked.

Tony rolled his eyes, “How did you even find us?”

“I was heading to Chelsea Markey to pick up something for Peter. Last time we were there I saw him looking at a toy stand and-”

The cloak carrying Peter flew into the room, knocking over the coffee table with their tea cups. The cloak deposited Peter in Strange’s lap with one plop.

Peter giggled and waved to the cloak goodbye. “Thank you cloakie!” The cloak waved back before disappearing into the mansion.

“My little bundle of joy delivered into my lap.” Strange chuckled.

Peter reach forward and hugged Strange, who recuperated wrapping his arms around Peter. “Peter, sweet one, how are you feeling?”

“My head hurts.” Peter mumbled in the hug.

He lifted his head up but held onto Strange still, “Uncle Wong tried to poison me Papa!”

Strange raised an eye brow, “Did he now?”

“Yeah! He brought in this big tray of bottles! One of them he opened had black smoke coming out of it! And another could’ve turned me into a fish!!”

“A fish?!” Tony stood up and joined the two, “We can’t have that happen! What will we do if our little spider turned into a little fish?!” Tony said as dramatic as possible.

“No Dadee! Don’t wanna be a fish!”

“Don’t worry kiddo, you’re not going to be a fish. I’m sure Papa has some regular medicine for you around here somewhere.”

“Come on,” Strange said lifting Peter into his arms. “Let’s get you some medicine and then it’s back to bed for you.”

“Noooooo wanna play!”

“Listen to your Papa Pete, you need all the rest in the world after that shock. I’m sorry this happened to you. I should’ve seen it coming and helped you.”

“It’s okay! I’m okay! See?” Peter smiled.

Tony smiled back, “I can definitely see that. Nothing stops my little one.”

“How about a cozy resting day? Just the three of us? That way you can heal and you won’t be without your Papa and Dadee. We can watch whatever movie you want. How does that sound?” Strange offered.

Peter smiled at his two amazing Caregivers, “Yes!! Just one thing?”

“Yes?”

“Can we invite Uncle Wong too. But make him promise not to turn me into a fish…please.”

The two Caregivers laughed, “We’ll make him promise not to turn you into a fish.”

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kiki-shortsnout · 4 months

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Something I'm working for @the-elle-kat! A Sugardaddy A/B/O in which Tony (omega) ran away from home at 19 when he was pregnant, and since then has been leaping from crappy part-time jobs to make ends meet.

Stephen (Alpha) a famous, and rich, neurosurgeon has been looking for a caregiver for his mother, who is paralysed from the waist down after a horse riding accident.

When Tony turns up to interview for Beverly Strange's caregiver, Stephen immediately wants to turn him away, especially when Tony brings his young daughter with him.

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Tugging down his shirt sleeve and fiddling with the cufflink, Stephen strode down his hallway, mentally preparing himself for the regular morning arguments, his mother’s frustrations echoing around his penthouse about whatever perceived slight she could concoct.

Pausing, his socked feet slipping on his immaculate hardwood floors, he strained to listen. Nothing, there was nothing, no screams, no arguments, no cutlery flung against counters in frustration.

Frowning, Stephen tiptoed forward now, concerned. Had Stark even remembered to help his mother this morning, or had he taken his offspring to school without a thought for her? Yanking open the door, he drew the attention of his mom and the child, both looking around at him with toast in their mouths.

‘Morning,’ Stark called from the coffee machine, removing a mug and placing it on the kitchen island for him. ‘I wasn’t sure what you liked for breakfast, but these two wanted toast, so that’s what we’ve got,’ he told Stephen, lifting his piece and taking a huge bite from it.

Stephen rarely remembered to eat breakfast, he was usually fleeing the penthouse if he was honest, and he tentatively entered the tableau of domesticity, his gaze on his mother who had turned back, talking to the girl about something. Her brown eyes followed him as he walked in, and he ignored the scrutiny, wondering if she’d had much exposure to alphas, if her other parent was in her life, probably not with the way they’d been living.

He’d been shocked at how little the pair of them owned, now understanding what had prompted Stark to accept his offer, to even interview for the job.

He’d been desperate.

Even in that desperation he hadn’t agreed right away to Stephen’s offer of a job, had made him wait, and he begrudgingly felt his respect for the omega grow. Despite his initial protests, his unease about the situation, he couldn’t deny how different this morning was compared to last year, couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen his mother eating with a smile on her face, engaging in conversation.

He was under no illusions that her infamous temper would flare with Stark, that she would attempt to drive him away as she had countless others, an aspect of her personality he couldn’t quite understand. Still, he was interested to see how he would handle it.

‘If you tell me what you like I can have it ready for you. I’ve already asked Beverly what she likes-’

He’s not mentioning the list I gave him of her dietary requirements. Probably for the best, Stephen thought to himself, reaching out for a slice of toast with peanut butter slathered thickly on it.

‘I’ve written down here what I’ve used for Morgan’s packed lunch. I thought you could deduct it from the monthly salary?’

‘Stark-’

‘Or we could do it weekly if you prefer, doesn’t matter I suppose.’

‘I’m not charging you food, either of you,’ he clarified.

‘Doctor Strange, there are two of us, and I’m pretty sure the contract didn’t include a packed lunch for a Kindergartener.’

‘Then I’ll amend it,’ Stephen told him, picking up his coffee and taking a sip. It was good, the omega knew his coffee.

‘But-’

‘No arguments,’ Stephen shut off the conversation.

#ironstrange #work in progress wednesday #tony x stephen #ironstange

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xoxiu · 8 months

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twinkle - ot7 x reader

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summary: she had just wanted attention, that’s why she kept texting the strange number, updating him on everything in her life. little did she know how dangerous this relationship actually was. it had been jimin’s idea to kidnap the girl, but the ability to travel across the world to actually do it had been all hoseok’s doing. convenient how some things work, right? they knew that they were destined to have their baby with them, whether she wanted it or not.

tags/warnings: kidnapping, forced age regression, spanking, noncon, mafia au, drug use, stockholm syndrome, caregiver!bts, little!reader, nonsexual, diapers, panic attacks, fluff and angst, sickfic, referenced child abuse, unrequited love

taglist: @0funsite0, @frieschan

a/n: this chapter is more of a one-shot update i wrote 4-5 years after posting the first chapter

Ophelia was happy. All she knew was that she had her Daddies, and that she was finally safe. Those years of fending for herself were over, as she had seven caretaker tending to her every want and need.

She recently developed a very nasty and long cold. Daddies moved a mattress down into the living room so they could keep an eye on her. At least two of them, usually Seokjin and Jimin, would sleep on the couches, and sometimes Namjoon or Hoseok would sleep on the mattress with her.

Currently, Ophelia was laying down on the mattress, drinking a bottle full of juice and watching whatever anime Jungkook, Jimin, and Taehyung were watching. It was very rare that Ophelia ever got juice, and was savoring every second of the fruit punch taste. She played with the nipple of the bottle as she watched what appeared to be vampires on the TV fight with swords and magic.

"How are you feeling, sweetheart?" Jin walked over to Ophelia, already hearing the wheezing sounds from her nose before he even got next to her. Ophelia didn't reply, only staring back at Jin with watery eyes. "Oh, honey."

"You might have to take her to Jackson-hyung," Jimin spoke up, "poor thing's been wiping her nose all day and coughing more than usual."

"That's what I had planned," Jin replied, taking the bottle away from Ophelia and replacing it with a pacifier. "He arranged to meet us at his office at noon today to see Ophelia."

It was already 10:30, and the drive into Seoul would be just over an hour, so Seokjin had to get Ophelia ready quick. It would be him and Namjoon taking her to the hospital to see Doctor Jackson and get her sinus issues checked out.

Seokjin placed Ophelia on his hip, and she immediately buried her face in the crook of his neck.

"Bunny..." she mumbled, reaching a hand out towards Jungkook. Seokjin chuckled at how she was mimicking their nickname for Jungkook. She was just too adorable.

"No, no, baby. No bunny right now," Seokjin told the little, "We have to make sure you're healthy before you can have your bunny."

Ophelia pouted behind the pink pacifier in her mouth, and reached a hand out to Jungkook as Seokjin took her away. Jungkook playfully reached a hand out towards Ophelia in return, mimicking her sad pout as well.

Throughout the years, Jungkook and Ophelia grew a special bond. Jungkook was the youngest Daddy, who did more play than discipline. Ophelia liked the he treated her as an equal almost, and loved that he always took her side whenever she was in trouble. 'She's just a baby,' he would say, 'She doesn't know any better.'

Seokjin took Ophelia out to the car, where Namjoon was already waiting in the passenger seat. Seokjin placed the little in her carseat and strapped her in snug. In the front seat, Namjoon reached into the center console for her iPad, unlocking it and turning on the YouTube Kids app.

"Here you go, Lia," Namjoon said. After a minuscule moment of silence, Seokjin looked at Ophelia in the rearview window.

"Ophelia," the girl in question shot her head up with wide eyes. She wasn't used to being called her legal name, unless she was in trouble. "Daddy just gave you that to play with. What do you say?"

"Thank you, Daddy." Ophelia said, but from behind the pacifier it sounded more like 'Tank chu 'addy'.

The car ride was mild at best. The only noise was from the cutesy songs coming from Ophelia's iPad (as well as the voices of Russian children, a weird and new part of YouTube that Ophelia has explored). Namjoon and Seokjin caught each other up on Ophelia's symptoms so they were on the same page at her appointment. The car came to a stop outside of Seoul National University Hospital, and Ophelia began to fuss and become distressed at the sight of the building.

"Li li, it's okay," Namjoon said, turning around in his seat. "It's only for a few minutes, trust me."

Namjoon got out first and took Ophelia into his arms. He pulled her hood up as the breeze picked up, making the air slightly chilly. The three walked in through doors, and Lia was surprised to see very few people throughout the halls. She assumed the hospital would be filled with people and noise, but it was rather calming.

They eventually entered a room where a man in a white coat was standing near a door on the opposite side of the room.

"Jackson!" Seokjin smiled at the man, "It's so nice of you to do this for us."

"No problem at all," Jackson said, eventually locking eyes with Ophelia. She immediately turned to hide in Namjoon's shoulder, who only ran a hand through her hair in return.

"Oh my god, you guys. She is just the cutest thing," Jackson said in awe. He walked over to get a better look at Ophelia. "Hi, there. What's your name, sweetheart."

Ophelia attempted to nearly merge into Namjoon, wanting to get away from the stranger named Jackson. She didn't want to talk to him, see him, or let him touch her. He was scary.

"Someone's just a little shy," Namjoon said, patting Ophelia's diapered bum. "This is Ophelia."

Ophelia was sat on a cold hospital bed as Namjoon and Seokjin sat in the chairs next to her. She immediately reached out to be held by them, but Namjoon wasn't sure if she would be allowed on his lap during her examination. He reached a hand out to hold Ophelia's, and that seemed to calm her nerves enough.

"Okay, so I heard the little one has a bit of a sinus issue," Jackson said with a smile, "What exactly is she experiencing? A runny nose? Congestion?"

"She's had a constant runny nose, and every time she blows it there's blood and a lot of mucus. She also has been wheezing a lot, like she almost can't breathe through her nose with how congested she is." Seokjin looked over at the little, who was pulling her hoodie strings to hide her face in her hood.

"Oh, and she's had a major headache and cough, too." Namjoon added on.

Jackson hummed as he typed on his computer. "And how long has this been going on?"

"The runny nose? At least two months. The cough and headache just started recently." Namjoon replied as he reached out to pull the hood off from around Ophelia's face. She whined and kicked her feet in protest. Jackson seemed to pick up on her discomfort.

"How about you put her on your lap while I check her nose and such?"

Ophelia immediately reached out to be picked up by Namjoon. He held her on his lap while putting his hands over her's, forcing them to remain in her lap. Jackson approached them with a little black magnifying glass type device, and instructed Ophelia to stay 'extra super still' while he looked in her nose.

"Yup, it's definitely dry and inflamed. Nothing some nasal spray can't fix, thought." Jackson said, throwing away the tip of the tool.

Ophelia sat in her car seat sucking on the green apple lollipop Jackson had given her. She had a wide smile and giggled as they drove away.

"Well, baby, how about we get you some McDonald's for being so good?" Seokjin asked, already knowing the answer.

"MCDONALDS! MCDONALDS! MCDONALDS!" Namjoon chanted from the passenger side, causing Ophelia to giggle harder.

"Can we get Bunny McDonald's, too?"

"Of course we can, honey."

Ophelia had the best Daddies.

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littlest-nightingale · 4 months

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Cg Eleventh Doctor headcannons bc he's a silly goofy guy:

It takes him a while to figure out how to be a good caregiver

He's trying really hard! But he's.. getting used to it

Sometimes he forgets that you're regressed and gets confused (sometimes even frustrated) when you aren't as capable as you are when big

On the opposite end, sometimes he babies you too much, to the point where it feels demeaning

Sometimes, if he's especially stressed (like if there's an immediate threat) he'll snap at you. He doesn't mean it, but that's not an excuse and he always feels so bad afterwards

He's very receptive when you confront him about these things, and he's trying to fix it, but he's far from perfect (and that's okay!)

It gets rocky sometimes, but there are sooo many positives =D

He'll take you anywhere you want! (As long as it isn't boring, of course!)

He always keeps fun bandaids on hand in case of boo-boos

Forehead kisses!! So many forehead kisses!!

Talks to your stuffies and gives them fun voices

Picks you up! As often as possible! He loves carrying his little one around

Plays "doctor" when you rip your stuffies- a previous incarnation learned to sew, and he remembers how to, so your stuffies are in good hands!

Lets you play in space, just outside the TARDIS. You have a little backpack with a leash that's tied inside so that you can't go out of the oxygen bubble

At some point he learned to make balloon animals. This has proved strangely useful on days when you choose to stay in.

He converted one of the rooms in the TARDIS to be a little nursery for you, with a little bed and all sorts of toys and necessities

Listens to you babble and pretends to understand, making up the funniest conversations to make you laugh

You two are still finding new rooms on the TARDIS. Did you know there's a McDonald's -esque playplace in there? And a giant sandbox?? (He's 90% sure the TARDIS is making these rooms for your entertainment)

Sometimes he just. Looks at you. Not in a bad way. But he just stares at you like you're the most fascinating thing in the whole wide universe

Sometimes he just doesn't pick up on any of the signs that you're small. Not in a bad way, but he'll just continue on as normal for like twenty minutes before being like. "You're small, aren't you? Ah. Sorry about that, love."

#he's a bit. silly #sfw age regression #agere #doctor who agere #Eleventh Doctor agere #fandom agere

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agerefandom · 2 years

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20 Alternate Universe Regression Writing Prompts

1. Ghost AU: Regressor!character moves into a haunted house and experiences a lot of strange things, and ends up regressing one night (related to the haunting or not), and the ghost starts taking care of them, and they end up being friends

2. Vampire AU (version A): Regressor!character is rescued from a bad situation by a friendly vampire and brought to their castle (or apartment for a modern vampire AU). They regress from the stress and the vampire takes care of them, and then wants to keep them and take care of them... forever.

3. Vampire AU (version B): The vampire has been the same age for so long... they just want a break from the constant stress. One of their companions (human or vampire) offers them a safe space to regress.

4. Teacher AU: Regressor!character slips in class and their teacher notices and quietly makes sure they’re okay, and then bit by bit starts getting a little bit too involved and ends up scooping the student out of a bad home life and taking care of them

5. Monster Under The Bed AU: Regressor!character is scared of the monster under the bed, but it turns out that it just wants to be friends

6. De-Aged AU (version A): Regressor!character is physically deaged and is overjoyed to have a full day of being visibly young, and decides to pretend they’re completely deaged (physically and mentally), but another character catches on that they’re really a regressor

7. De-Aged AU (version B): Caregiver!character gets fully de-aged and the regressor!character has to take care of their caregiver and it’s very hard and complicated

8. Apocalypse AU (version A): Caregiver!character and regressor!character are making their way across the apocalyptic landscape to a place they hope will be safe, and they collect little things for regressor!character along the way

9. Apocalypse AU (version B): Regressor!character finds another survivor who’s very regressed and very scared and brings them to caregiver!character

10: Mermaid AU: Regressor!character is by the ocean when they meet a mermaid who makes friends with them, and they slowly learn how to communicate despite a language barrier

11. Hospital AU: Regressor!character is having a terrible time in the hospital, and either a nurse or a fellow patient steps in to take care of them and ends up bonding with them

12. Serial Killer AU: unstoppable murder duo of caregiver!character and regressor!character, on the road and committing crimes: caregiver sets them up and lets the regressor have a little fun with the murder

13. Regressors Are Known (version A): Regressor!character is at a long-term daycare for regressors that doubles as an adoption service for regressors who want to find a caregiver, and caregiver!character comes to visit the regressors

14. Regressors Are Known (version B): The doctor recommends that regressor!character looks into getting a caregiver so they’re not on their own all the time, and they have to start looking online for a caregiver and it’s hard... until they meet someone who seems perfect

15. Soulmate AU: acearo!character is very confused by their soulmark but it turns out that the mark is for a regressor/caregiver relationship and they meet their other half and it’s very nice, actually!

16. Omegaverse AU: Regressor!character is having a bad day and hiding in a side-room but caregiver!character follows the scent of a distressed child to them and gets very confused, but steps in to comfort them

17. Bookstore AU: regressor!character is always coming in to buy children’s books and the store employee starts helping them choose them, and they become friends, but when will the employee figure out that the regressor isn’t buying the kid’s books for someone else?

18. Imaginary Friend AU: When they were a biokid, regressor!character had an imaginary friend... now that a traumatic incident makes them regress more often, they find that imaginary friend on their mind more often. Little do they know that the imaginary friend was actually (their guardian angel, a fae, a ghost, etc.) and they’re back to spend more time with the regressor!character

19. Roommate AU: Regressor!character is doing their best to keep their regression gear hidden from their roommate, but one day they think their roommate will be at work, and the roommate come home early and catches them regressing!

20: Mental Bond AU: Regressor!character is forced into a mental bond with another character, and is very upset because no one knows they’re a regressor, but the bonded character is very understanding and takes care of them

#not currently taking these as requests #but i wanted to get them out there!!#because regression AUs are really cool #and i would like to see more of them #agere writing #agere prompts #agere ideas #agere fanfiction #sfw agere #fandom agere #agere fics #prompt list #au list #murder mention #death mention #tw violence

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m0thb0n3s · 1 year

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Doable (Touchstarved x reader)

Hey everyone! This is my first installation in my Touchstarved series with my take on the MC and their Curse! I thought it'd be interesting to take their curse and put my own spin on it so please tell me if you enjoy this... prologue?

TW: mentions of pass abuse(physical and mental), descriptions of gore and bodies being eaten, chronic denial of own personal issues, past religion trauma((?) very brief), voice in your head but this time it's real, attempted dismemberment! Italics is Him, Bold is You.

Fic below the cut!

Ever since the mist permeated the world you've been experiencing... changes.

Your body began morphing in ways that doctors couldn't describe; priests called you a demon spawn upon seeing your hand. The golden rivers that trailed across your darkened skin seemed to move in the light, mesmerizing yet bothersome. Terrible to deal with but doable.

"Wrap the bandages, pull them tight, tell your hands it's nighty night." a song your caregiver Uma, a sweet woman long gone and mad, used to sing to you. She did her best to make you feel okay about the scratchy fabrics that were gently wrapped-

No. Blistered and bloodied, raw. It still hurts Bug.

No. Stop it, Uma was good... Uma was sweet and she always made me feel better.

And that's why she took the knife to your wrists?

Doable, yes, yes doable. That's what you told yourself, even as the people around you crumbled to the madness you seemed to produce, even as the alchemist who took you in and fed you strangely colored drinks locked you in the quiet room.

No, no please. Please! I'll be good I'm sorry Master, I'M SORRY.

Do not apologize, he has made us even stronger.

No no not the voices again get out get out GET OUT.

Hush little Bug. I am not a voice, I am something greater.

They always claim that but what makes you better?

Because you've had me with you the whole time... even when you tried to wrap me up and forget I was here. I've been with you from the start... now you can just heed my calls.

Even as the fur started to grow and the hearing got sharper, even as the tests became more and more painful, even after the night when you broke free and tore that feeble man limb from limb, savoring the meal.

Yes, it's been too long since I've tasted fresh blood on my tongue... I'm hungry for it now even. More. MORE.

...

Even since the curse evolved, taking a bat-like form to protect and hunt, no longer needing to touch when a simple shriek drove one mad with desire and bloodlust.

But it's still doable right? That's why you're coming here. To Eridia. Because it's... still doable. Wrap the hands, keep him fed, stay safe. Such a small hex will easily be cured by Senobium scholars right? After all, if master was the one who created him; his teachers should be able to reverse it, yes? It's manageable, it's simple, it's doable... right?

...

I'm hungry, little bug. The travelers smell divine but the Soulless ravaging those bodies smells better.

The sounds of intestines ripping and bones crunching hits my sensitive ears. My mouth waters at the smell of blood and viscera littering the ground, the wet slurping and sticky stench of gore ferment the air in a tangible aroma fit for Soulless feast...

Or a curse turned sentient and it's human host.

... Sometimes I wanna go back to nursery songs and too tight bandages.

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eggcompany · 4 days

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Fanfic Masterlist (Oneshots)

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MultiChapter Masterlist

Supernatural

Mtf Castiel x Ftm Dean - Momma's Got a HUGE Cock 🔴

Cas and Dean get Deaged - Kids Who Were Never Children 🔵

Nonbinary Gabriel x Little! Sam 🔵

Little Cas (With Daddy Dean) 🔵

Gabriel x Nonbinary Sam - Getting Ready For A Date 🔵

High School AU - Dean x Benny - Dean x Cas 🔴

Trans! Castiel x Dean - Modern AU

Sherlock

A/B/O - Omega Sherlock x Beta John 🔴

Catboy! Sherlock meets John's friend Lestrade 🔵

Sick/Comfort - Sick Sherlock x John 🔵

Little Sherlock x Daddy John - Brat Sherlock 🔴

Omega John x Omega Sherlock 🔴

The Witcher

Lactating Geralt x Jaskier 🔵

Modern AU - Chubby Jaskier x Fit Geralt 🔵

Sensitive Geralt x Jaskier 🔴

Stomachache Geralt x Comforting Jaskier 🔵

Hannibal/HEU

Adam x Nigel- Corner Store Peepshow 🔴

A/B/O - Female!Hannibal x Will x Adam x Nigel x Duncan 🔴

Female! Hannibal x Will- Pain In The Ass 🔴

Will x Duncan, Will x Adam and Nigel- A/B/O 🔴

Young! Hannibal x Will - Starlight Boy 🔴

Dogboy AU- Puppy! Will x Duncan 🔴

Dogboy Will x Hannibal 🔴

Sub Will x Dom Hannibal - Lingerie 🔴

Little! Will x Daddy Hannibal 🔵

Marvel

Little! Bucky and (Temporary) Caregiver Sam and Thor 🔵

Shy Sub Peter x Daddy Tony - Stealing Clothes 🔴

Bucky and Thor - Friendship - Tower Life 🔵

Sub Bucky x Daddy Steve 🔴

Omega Bucky Gets Helped by Doctor Strange 🔴

Tired Tony x Stephan 🔵

The Hobbit

Trans! Kili x Tauriel - Voyeurism - A Lovely Man 🔴

Sick/Comfort - Sick Thranduil, Caring Legolas 🔵

Fatherly Thranduil and Depressed Legolas 🔵

Legolas and The Hobbits - Cuddling 🔵

Thranduil and Legolas - Attention seeking Legolas 🔵

Hurt Kili x Curious Tauriel 🔵

Little (prisoner) Kili x Caring/Fatherly Thranduil 🔵

Castlevania

Virgin! Alucard x Trevor x Sypha - Wagon Fucking 🔴

Alucard x Trevor x Sypha - Trevor's Birthday Present 🔴

Trans! Alucard x Sypha/Trevor - Stomach Cramps 🔴

Gotham

Ed x Oswald- Trans! Oswald AU- Bleeding Gold, My Love 🔴

Ed x Oswald- Neighbors AU- Neighbors to Fucking 🔴

Ed x Oswald- Asylum Oswald x Office Worker Ed 🔴

Ted Lasso

Dog Hybrids - Roy x Jamie - What a Nasty Little Mutt 🔴

A/B/O - Alpha Roy x Beta Jamie 🔴

MHA/BNHA

A/B/O- Bakugou, Hizashi and Aizawa - Baby Bakugou's First Heat 🔵

Littles Are Known - Little! Bakugou, Hizashi and Aizawa 🔵

The Man From U.N.C.L.E.

Gabby x Illya x Napoleon - Big Baby 🔵

Illya x Sad Napoelon 🔵

Hurt/Comfort - Illya x Napoleon 🔵

The Umbrella Academy

Sub Diego x Dom Eudora - DIego's a Good Dog 🔴

Depressed Diego - Comforting Klaus 🔵

Teen Wolf

Drag Performer Stiles x Derek - Femininomenon 🔴

The Punisher/Daredevil

Hurt Matt - Comforting Karen - Poor Vigilante 🔵

Others

Pushing Daises - Ned x Chuck - Caught Masturbating 🔴

Alex Genya (Jon Bernthal) x Daryl Dixon - A/B/O 🔴

NCIS - Littles Are Known - Little! Tony, Timothy, Ziva 🔵

#egg_company #fanfic #smut tag #masterlist #fanfiction #destiel #geraskier #hannigram #spacedogs #nygmobblepot #johnlock #sterek #stucky #starker #royjamie

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whumpbump · 6 months

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Cw: manhandling and restraining, describing the death of Whumpee’s mother, gun mention

Whumpee had been rescued and was recovering in a hospital. They had no assigned Caretakers yet and were in the hands of the hospital staff.

Because they had no assigned Caregivers, Whumpee was essentially ignored aside from bandage changes and other medical needs like bathing. Even while eating, the staff left Whumpee alone.

With no one to talk to or engage with, Whumpee began to crave attention in the worst way. Especially hugs. They hadn’t had one of those since, since before they were taken! They remembered their mother who would always give them hugs as they came in the door and as they left. But that didn’t matter anymore. Whumper took care of that, placing a bullet cleanly between her eyes as they dragged Whumpee, screaming, from their home.

Whumpee shuddered as the memory came and faded. They hated thinking about it, about her fate, and began to sniffle. They missed their mama.

A doctor and nurses entered the room. “Hello, it’s time for bandage changes.” ‘Wow they couldn’t even use my name,’ Whumpee thought, annoyed.

They sat on the bed and removed the blankets. As one of the nurses began to remove the bandages, one was stuck on a scab and Whumpee jolted. “Sorry,” she muttered. As she went to continue, Whumpee pulled away, not wanting to feel the sensation of tearing again. The staff looked at each other and then at Whumpee. The doctor spoke up and warned “You need to hold still.” The nurse continued pulling and Whumpee began to howl in pain as the scab was torn from Whumpee’s leg. Whumpee became more antsy and pushed at her arms to get her away. She wasn’t doing it right.

The doctor hit the call bell and two nursing assistants entered the room. “Please hold the patient while we resume the bandage changes.

With a nursing assistant on each side, Whumpee was stuck. However, as the staff changed the bandages and cleaned up their newly opened up leg, Whumpee couldn’t help but feel compelled to sit quietly as they had a warm body on either side of them, squeezing them tight. It felt almost like a hug in a strange way. It reminded them of their mother and they felt safer.

‘I could get used to this.’ Whumpee began to make a habit of fighting back exclusively so they could have a nursing assistant sit with them. They did so at baths, bandage changes, hell, if they were able to have a staff member with them, they would fight until they had it.

In a staff meeting, the doctor and nurses were trying to figure out what had caused the change in Whumpee’s behavior as this would be the opposite reaction that is seen in someone getting better. The easier the bandage changes and the more cognizant the patient is, the better it should be. They began to discuss potential psych meds to put them on and to have them sedated during any medical intervention.

One of the nursing assistants spoke up. “What if they’re just lonely?”

The doctor brushed aside the thought and continued to discuss four point restraints.

The nursing assistant spoke up again. “I’m serious. I think Whumpee is lonely. Have you noticed that once someone is with them or touching them, they calm down?”

The doctor hesitated. The nurses hesitated. “What do you suggest?” They asked.

“Well, one of us could keep them company throughout the day and be there for bandage changes and meal times and baths and everything that they need done. Realistically, they need a Caretaker. Has the social worker assigned someone to them yet?”

“Well, no, as a matter of fact. We were trying to wait to get them to a healthier place. I see what you’re saying though, they need engagement. Talk amongst yourselves to assign someone to them for this week and we’ll see how it goes.”

After the meeting, the nursing assistants planned out a schedule so someone would always be with Whumpee.

The next morning, after a nursing assistant brought Whumpee their breakfast, they pulled up a chair and sat down. “Mind if I hang out? We thought you might be lonely. Until we can get you a Caretaker, we’ll be keeping you company.”

Carefully listing while chewing their toast, Whumpee nodded. This sounded great! And it was great. With someone to talk to, Whumpee blossomed back into who they were. They made more progress in physical and occupational therapy, had support for bandage changes, and improved overall.

By the time Caretaker was assigned and showed up, Whumpee was in such great shape that they were ready to pack up and take them home. Whumpee cautiously reached out and held their hand as they walked to the car. Caretaker looked down and squeezed Whumpee’s hand with a gentle smile. ‘I think I’m gonna be ok.’

#whumpee #whumpblr #whump blog #whump ideas #whump #whump inspiration #whump tropes #caretaker x whumpee #cw major character death #cw gun mention #cw mcd #cw restraints #tw manhandling #tw restraints #tw gun mention #tw mcd #touchstarved

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ilovelawrencee · 2 months

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i would like to introduce my smiling critter to you.

—> character's name;

in the cartoon: ( the character's name was never mentioned in the cartoon )

bigger body experiment: scientists call him "bunny" because he is a rabbit. but the experiment was considered flawed. so they didn't bother to give it a name.

—> character appearance;

changed detail: the necklace around his neck had a green leaf. but it was changed to a small cloud.

—> character card; ( it is incomplete )

note: in his bigger body version, the scarf around his neck is tied around his waist, as he seemed uncomfortable having something around his neck.

—> bigger body version;

his job was to make sure children were safe while they played or did their activities. being able to intervene whenever the children were fighting. and can help them interact with each other

in short, her job was to take care of the children, as a caregiver does.

—> important points;

he was not allowed to leave playcare.

did not have a voice. because scientists couldn't give him one. and when they tried, the experiment seemed to scramble the words, making strange sounds, which scared the employees whenever they tried. and that's one of the reasons they consider "bunny" a failed experiment.

he is taller than dogday. which made his presence uncomfortable for some children and adults. while others liked his way.

he communicates through drawings made on paper.

does not have a gender. but being okay with being called boy or girl.

uses the pronouns he/him, she/her and they/them

their ears are always pointed back.

generally walks using its hands and feet, as it appears less frightening when not on two paws

the experiment is the responsibility of Harley Sawyer, its creator.

—> during the hour of joy;

during the hour of joy. he looked for just one person: Harley Sawyer. but unfortunately he didn't find it, which made him attack the other employees, and while he was desperately looking for the scientist who created him, and who tortured him during the tests.

—> curiosities;

he protected two children during the hour of joy. but they probably died.

he is 22 years old.

before becoming a bigger body. he was a playcare employee.

he likes to be in the dark.

its color is brown. and the necklace around his neck has the symbol of a white cloud.

during a test, he was alone with Harley Sawyer in a room. and while the scientist spoke, asking questions to test the reaction of the experiment. bunny attacked him, leaving some wounds on his arm. but unfortunately the doctor managed to use a small shock device to ward off the experiment.

his biggest regret was not killing Harley Sawyer while he could.

#poppy playtime #poppy playtime chapter 3 #poppy playtime deep sleep #poppy playtime smiling critters #smiling critters #poppy playtime oc #smiling critters oc #poppy playtime fan art #my art

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spideykiddie · 10 months

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agere aus ,,

m needs 2 see regressor!nick & cg!charlie stuff sumday,,, and regressor!miles w/ cg!hobie or cg!pavitr ,,, !!! :3

but nyways heres some hcs i believe in!!!!! reg!peter whos cgs are tony, doctor strange, & captain america, but has babysitters like thor, black widow, bucky, etc!! when thor cant watch after pete though he gets loki (who is actually surprisingly amazing with children) to watch for him.

reg!miles, the arachkids are all flips but miles & gwen tend to lean to regressors more, cg!gwen is usually the one to watch after him but when shes regressed as well, cg!hobie & cg!pavitr watch them both together!!! pavitr sometimes also invited gayatri, who is his own caregiver for when hes regressed!!

reg!peter1 would sometimes regress around cg!peter2 & cg!peter3!! he also sometimes regresses around deadpool (who doesnt know barely anything about agere but he would 100% support those who cope that way) but cg!tony watches him from afar knowing hes a merc n stuff LOL

nick & charlie (heartstopper) are both flips, however nick regresses more often while charlie takes care of him more often. :3 cg!charlie plays animal jam n stuff with reg!nick!!

reg!nick likes to play games a lot n usually regresses to around 0-7 years old, and reg!charlie tends to regress to 4-6 !!

#agere boy #boy regression #boyre #spider man #spiderman agere #marvel agere #sfw little community #boy regressor #little space #heartstopper agere

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matt-erialgirl · 8 months

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A lot’s changed

I’m about to talk about cancer, so if this is something you can’t handle reading about, steer clear.

It’s just strange and terrifying when it happens in your own home. You know it’s as common as ever now; almost every family has experienced one form or the other of the disease, but you never expect it to enter your life. My mother was diagnosed with stage 2 breast cancer in January 2023, it had already spread to her lymph nodes and a mastectomy was the immediate solution the doctors proposed. Albeit these news were the worst I had ever had to take in a doctor’s office, we were reassured constantly that her prognosis shows promise. That the biopsy results show that her body will respond to treatment. That she can have a full recovery.

While I’m thankful that she had a fighting chance, I’m inexplicably angry. They don’t tell you just how bad things can get with and after chemo. They touch on it, but it’s nowhere near as bad as the way my mother had to experience it. They don’t tell you she’ll cry because she can’t take the aches in her body, they don’t tell you how you can take away from her pain when her hair starts to fall out, they don’t tell you she might not be able to stand on her own anymore, they don’t tell you about the loosening of the nails, the numbness that runs all the way up to her ankles and wrists, the stiffness. And then she’ll show symptoms of rare side effects that no one would take seriously and we end up in the ICU for three nights. She’s the strongest woman I know - to give up her caregiving status as a mother so we can take care of her instead is, by itself, one of the most difficult things she had to do. She fought and is still fighting like no one else I know. But no one prepares you for how taxing it is to see a loved one like this. It’s painful to see them go from powerful and constantly on their feet and busy, to weak and needing help to get up, to not being able to walk into the doctor’s office and need a wheelchair, to not being able to sleep. They keep telling me that the hardest part is over, the Chemo and the surgery are done. No one really understands how hard it is, when she looked at me after the dressing was off with tears in her eyes and her lips quivering to ask me “how bad is it?”. No one really gets how furious it makes me that I can’t take her pain away. That I don’t know if she’ll ever accept herself the way she is now. That I don’t know if she’ll ever be the same. It changed her. It changed me. It changed all of us as a family. When cancer enters a home, it changes everyone around it. It tests you, it pushes you, it takes away from you, it exhausts you, drains you. Even while we’re trying to kill it, it’s still taking. Constantly fucking taking. And even when it’s gone, it’s still in the back of your head. Biannual screening. Tablets for years to come. Having to get screened yourself consistently. Some people will also have the audacity to tell you “Oh breast cancer isn’t difficult. It’s like getting the flu.” The fuck it is. Yes it’s easy to remove and yes it doesn’t affect bodily functions like other types of cancers, but it’s still a shit show. It’s still cancer. It’s still 16 chemotherapy cycles. It’s still a surgery with major physical impact. It’s still 25 radiotherapy sessions. It’s still fucking cancer. It’s still a life altering experience. It’s still one of the most difficult life lessons anyone has to learn.

All I want now is to get my mother back. The way she used to be. I miss her. I want to hug her and not hear “careful careful careful!”, I want to take her out and not think twice about where I’m going to park to make sure she doesn’t have to walk any more than she needs to. I want her to check up on me in the night rather than the other way round. I want her back.

At this point, you start to accept that all you can do is be there for them and hold their hand through it. Reassure them when it gets tough, love them when they can’t love themselves, take care of them when they can’t do it themselves, and hope they come out of it stronger than they ever were.

#Heidi things #breast cancer

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kiki-shortsnout · 1 month

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Something I'm working for @the-elle-kat! A Sugardaddy A/B/O in which Tony (omega) ran away from home when he was pregnant, and since then has been leaping from crappy part-time jobs to make ends meet.

Stephen (Alpha) a famous, and rich, neurosurgeon has been looking for a caregiver for his mother, who is paralysed from the waist down after a horse riding accident.

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‘Good afternoon, Doctor Stephen Strange I presume?’ the man on the other side of Stephen’s door answered.

He has manners. Stephen begrudgingly admitted, his ego stroked at the use of his title. The omega was slight, small in stature as was typical for male omegas, well-groomed and Stephen took a moment to appraise him. He’d never been with an omega, preferring the uncomplicated nature of betas, their lack of pheromones better suited to Stephen’s need for control in his life, but his man might have made him look twice.

‘You must be Tony Stark, please come in.’

‘Yeah, about that, I’m really sorry but I’ve had a slight hiccup with my babysitter and…’

Opening the door wider, Stephen saw there was a small child attached to his hand, a girl with the same huge chocolate eyes as the omega, her free hand clutching a stuffed animal of some description.

You have got to be kidding.

He should do them all a kindness and shut the door in his face now, but Wong’s warning hung over him, so he gritted his teeth and stepped back, opening the door wider.

‘Take a seat,’ he spoke through clenched teeth after they’d followed him down the hallway, indicating the impressive dining table near his piano, watching the child like a hawk as she moved, touching nothing as she sat on the chair

At least it's well-behaved, Stephen thought to himself, sitting opposite them and smoothing out the application form. A brief look at the omega’s neck told him everything he needed to know. Unbonded, a single parent then. Explains the high school education.

‘So, how long did it take you to judge me?’ Tony asked, folding his arms over his chest and giving him a sardonic smile.

‘I don’t know why you think that you’re qualified for this job, why you believed bringing a child along for an interview would help your prospects,’ Stephen told him frankly.

‘I apologize for bringing her, I know it’s unprofessional, but it would be irresponsible for me to leave her alone, or ask someone she doesn’t know to watch her. In terms of being qualified, no, I have nothing on paper that can show you my qualifications, but I do have experience of being a single parent.’

Stephen said nothing more, almost daring the omega to elaborate.

‘No one knows time management better than a single parent, how else could I work and support my child? I did it alone, cared for her, and stayed committed to her development. I’ve dressed her, fed her, got her to her appointments, and that was what you were asking for in the application form.’

He scoffed, the sound making the small girl flinch.

‘I think you’re oversimplifying the care my mother requires. I do not doubt the amount of effort that goes into child rearing, but those skills aren’t applicable here.’ Stephen couldn’t believe he was even explaining this, let alone entertaining this farce of an interview.

‘Doctor Strange!’

Evangeline, his mother’s carer burst through the door, her hair standing on edge from where she’d obviously run sweaty hands through it, splotches of red on her cheeks from her frustrated anger.

‘I can’t, not anymore. I know I promised to stay until you found someone else, but that woman is impossible.’

‘Evangeline, wait,’ Stephen pleaded, getting to his feet, ignoring his guests as he tried to chase after her.

‘Don’t listen to what he says, she’s a monster,’ Evangeline directed towards Stark before she fled the penthouse, ignoring Stephen’s repeated calls for her to stop.

He’d only made it a few steps before the front door slammed, the sound echoing through the space of his penthouse.

What the hell was he going to do now?

‘I think it’s best if-’

‘Stephen!’

The headache that had been brewing behind his eyes grew in strength, pounding against the inside of his skull as his mother wheeled herself into the room, her rage in her scent thick enough to make Stephen’s nose curl, and he spared a brief thought for how the omega might find it.

‘What happened?’ Stephen asked, his voice monotone. He’d long ago learnt to keep his emotions out of it, knowing anything he said would make situations such as this worse.

‘What happened is another one of those bimbos you hired completely ignored my wishes and began doing things without my permission. I don’t understand why you think it’s so hard to-’

‘Mother, we talked about this. They’re here to help you, to help you be as independent as possible. However, they’re not your emotional punching bags-’

‘They’re supposed to ask me at least-’

‘And we both know your demands are impossible-’

‘If you just listened to me for once!’

‘That’s enough!’ A clap of hands interrupted them, and they both looked at the standing omega, his hands still clasped together as he stared at the pair of them. ‘We’re all grown adults here, so let's stop shouting over each other and listen, shall we?’ He spoke to them as if they were of the same age as the child still sitting at the table, and Stephen stretched to his full height, outraged at the impudence.

‘What happened?’ His voice lowered, becoming sweet and coaxing as he addressed his mother, and to his wonderment her anger dissipated, her eyes wide and uncertain with the omega’s full attention on her.

‘I wanted to go for a walk. I haven’t left the apartment in a few days and-’

‘That’s because you made Evangeline’s life hell for-’

‘Nope, no interrupting. You’ll get your say in a minute.’ The omega held his hand up, silencing Stephen’s explanation, and he could see the slight smile on his mother’s lips, a genuine amusement he hadn’t seen in months. Forcing his outrage down, he shifted from foot to foot, gripping hold of his temper as he watched events unfold.

‘You were saying…’

‘Beverly.’

‘Beverly. Sorry, please continue.’

#tony x stephen #ironstrange #work in progress wednesday #It's another long story!

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xoxiu · 9 months

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twinkle - ot7 x reader

chapter 13 table of contents masterlist

taglist (that i keep forgetting): @frieschan, @0funsite0

Ophelia lay in her bed, layers of blankets stacked on top of her. Her current illness was getting the better of her, leaving her a sniffling mess with an upset stomach. Music softly drifted through the air, a calming piano arrangement of some pop song Ophelia vaguely remembered hearing on the radio. She closed her eyes and took it in- it was in a waltz-like 3/4 time signature, D-flat minor key, and- what was the tempo? Ophelia placed her phone in her left hand as she conducted the song gently to herself. It sounded very slow, but the actual tempo was slightly quicker than what most people thought- 100 beats per minute? Ophelia decided to settle on that for now.

Getting out of bed, Ophelia paused the music from her phone and placed it back down on her pillow. She softly closed the door to her bedroom, and shivered at the sudden coolness of the hallway- that old hallway always felt like an ice cave. Ophelia often found herself unconsciously rushing through it to enter the nearest room with heat. Ophelia shuffled herself down the stairs and into the kitchen in hopes of scavaging some food from the cabinets.

The kitchen was barren, no scraps of food in sight. Ophelia checked every cupboard, the fridge, and even desperately checked in the oven. Nothing other than her parents' alcohol and weed could be found. The girl sat defeated on the floor in front of the cabinet, and glanced up towards the table and saw her car keys. She could always run to the store and pick up some food, but in her current state, Ophelia thought it wise not to operate a car. A sudden hunger pain shot through her, forcing her brain to change its mind. She stood up with crackling joints and grabbed her black and yellow lanyard with her keys on it.

The lanyard came from her state's top university, where Ophelia planned on attending next Fall. She felt so much excitement just thinking about going away from her small, boring town and into a big city, meeting so many new people in her major who shared the same interests and loves as her, and just further studying music in general. Just holding the lanyard made her feel joy and accomplish- she had been the first one in her class to get into college, and so far the only one to get into one of the top universities.

Smile still on her face, Ophelia opened the back door only to be met with the unsettling face of her mother, who did not look happy. Ophelia could practically see the steam coming off her body; a hot, red anger Ophelia could only picture her mother showcasing. No one on the face of the earth could be as angry as she was almost all the time. "Where do you think you're going?" Ophelia felt her mother's spit fly at her face as she unleashed her words like venom.

"I'm-"

"You're sick again?" No sympathy could be found in her words. It was an accusation- Ophelia was always sick, and her mother could never benefit from it. The girl couldn't help it- her immune system never had a chance to fully develop. Her mother stopped bringing her to the doctors once they told her Ophelia would need constant supervision and special care.

Everything suddenly got hotter, and Ophelia found herself unable to breathe. Her mother seemed enormous in her rage- she was a bull and Ophelia was the defenseless red cloth. She took a step back, but that only fuelled her mother on more.

"I have bigger issues than you being a whiney bitch all the time! You're nearly 18 now, you need to act like an adult!" Ophelia felt the glass bottles of liquor break against her skin, tearing open the skin on contact. Blood appeared everywhere, drowning Ophelia in her panic.

"I don't know why I didn't kill you when I had the chance. Too costly to keep you around anymore, with you being a weak bitch to almost everything." Everything was loud. Her mother's voice boomed in her ears, the previously calming music pounded with increasing intensity, Rose's cries pierced through her eardrums, and Ophelia's own heart thudded seemingly out of her chest no matter how hard she willed it to stop.

Stop.

She wanted it all to stop.

"How did they find...?" Jimin trailed off in disbelief. He believed they did everything right so no one could trace Ophelia back to South Korea, but somehow they messed up along the way. Every news outlet had Ophelia's name and images plastered wherever they could fit it. Jimin carefully read through every article to see where the police were in the investigation. Originally her parents were charged with her disappearance since they too disappeared shortly after Ophelia. Once the police recovered Ophelia's cellphone, the search branched out to South Korea from her text logs. Of course it would be the phone that gave them away- even though the burner phone was now deep in the Han River, it probably could still be tracked.

"It'll be fine," Taehyung tried his best to hide his own anxiety to cheer up his friend, "no one knows Ophelia is here besides us. If we just keep quiet, they'll eventually give up the search."

The crackling of the baby monitor coming to life drew Jimin out of his depressive state. With a final sigh, he stood up and headed back towards the living room.

Lia sat up on the couch, body slightly shaking from the remaining visions of her nightmare. Her blanket was wrapped tightly around her, and she had a corner clutched in her fist. Her fingers played with her lip absentmindedly, occasionally breaking the fragile skin. From where Jimin stood, he could see tears building up in Lia's clouded eyes.

"Are you feeling better, little one?" Jimin asked, now sitting on the couch next to the sick little. He could see how visibly tense Lia was as she responded with a small, jerky shake of the head. Jimin clicked his tongue and pushed Lia's hair away from her face, allowing his hand to linger on her forehead. It felt like her fever went down significantly, but Jimin wasn't convinced Lia was completely in the clear due to her current behavior.

"My poor baby," Jimin cooed and started to stand up, "Do you want some-" Piercing sobs and Lia frantically reaching out for Jimin caused Jimin to stop in his tracks, sitting back down on the couch. Lia shuffled herself onto Jimin's lap, crying harshly into the crook of his neck. Jimin gently rocked her back and forth, shushing her in a fruitless attempt to calm her. When her cries wouldn't cease and Lia began shaking from the harshness, Jimin laid the both of them down on the couch, with Lia curled up on his chest.

"I think someone's still a little tired," Jimin said. Somehow, Lia's crying increased as she let out desperate cries of 'no.' Not really knowing what to do, Jimin blindly reached behind his head for the pacifier Jin said was on the table. The older feared to leave Lia while she was still sick, informing Taehyung and Jimin of every little thing to do before Taehyung ushered him out the door. That was less than an hour ago, and if that was when Lia was first put down for a nap, she desperately needed to go back to sleep no matter how much she fought it.

Once he had the pacifier in hand, Jimin easily slipped it between Lia's lips and held it in place with his thumb. His fingers gently stroked the side of her face to soothe her alongside his soft humming. After a few minutes her cries died down, but her still ragged breathing alerted Jimin that she was still upset and nowhere near the verge of sleep still. Cautiously, he removed his thumb from the button of the pacifier, prepared to catch it before it fell to the ground after Lia inevitably spits it out.

To Jimin's surprise, the pacifier never left Lia's mouth, and she continued to suckle.

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🔥& 🦋

After their small chitty chat talk in the anime, i always wondered how Kyojuro and Shinobu crossed paths and built a relationship that allowed this type of conservation. Where we know Pillars don’t have time to interact

I headcanon that Kyojuro was Shinobu’s daily affirmation allowing her to bury slowly her frustrations of her weakness .

Whenever Kyojuro comes to the butterfly mansion to look after his injuries after couple of missions. He always greet her with “ KOCHOU SAN , long time no see!! You haven’t changed a bit!!”

What he meant to be compliment that she’s still alive without a scratch, earned him a stomp on his already swollen feet.

While applying the necessary medications , they would narrates how they accomplished their missions.

Shinobu would indirectly show off how she completes her missions with slight injuries because of her outstanding speed ʅ（◞‿◟）ʃ.

Kyojuro beams and reply how hard the demon’s neck was and that he used respectively two different techniques to cut him off, explaining why his grip got caught in his own flames!! He couldn’t change the grip fast hahaha!!

Shinobu feels uneasy , and squeezes the band on his hand tight and insult his carelessness causing him go “YOMO—EEEEEK”.

His hearing got disrupted, slowly healing and now his grip? Don’t he care how much the corps need someone strong like him? Poisons or not, a corp filled with tiny weak members won’t stand a chance even to a lower moon. Shinobu found herself blankly staring to her little hands rubbing her colleague’s burnt ones, slapped them and internally cursed his idiocy

When she angrily walks away Kyojuro loudly calls her “KOCHOU-san ! Thank you for always looking after a troublemaker like me ! Please set your heart ablaze and keep rising your incredible JOBS!!

Right.. Shinobu is a nurse, doctor, orphanages caregiver AND a corp member.. no one , whatever their sizes are , would bear the responsibilities she carries on her slender shoulders .

She truthfully smile and wave back to her colleagues.

Strange how flames could grow stuffs too

I got carried aways XD in short Kyojuro is everyone’s sunshine

I drew my thoughts when i was rereading Kyojuro’s last chapters and Shinobu’s reactions got me thinking twice XD

I thought first the sketch meant “ Every last one of them” by meaning demons, but she actually meant the carelessness of the komoboko squad XD i am still keeping the first thought

#kimetsu no yaiba #this is totally meant as a bromance feel free to see it as Kyoshino cause it is undeniably wholesome #please tell me if my handwriting is readable lmao #i swear i rewrote it many times >:(#my art #rengoku kyojuro #rengoku kyoujurou #kocho shinobu #kochou shinobu #kyoshino #kyojuro headcanons #shinobu headcanons #kny headcanons #kny headcanon #digital doodle

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