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pahtoosh · 1 year

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wc: ~6700 words (my longest one yet!)

warnings: slight angst. baby is overstimulated and has a meltdown. steve calls you sweetheart. bucky calls you babydoll. written on my phone.

a/n: i honestly had a really bad night. i was so overwhelmed and tired. it was five am and i couldn’t sleep bc it was so hot, so i started writing this. it was incredibly therapeutic for me and i hope it helps some of you too🤍

pairing: daddy!stucky x gn!little!reader (Dada = Steve, Baba = Bucky, Daddies = both Steve and Bucky)

summary: you’ve been holding in your stress for far too long. tonight’s party pushes you past your tipping point.

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Tony was throwing a party to celebrate the team’s latest successful mission. Being the man that he is, he didn’t exactly need an excuse to throw a party, but he’d been on an “extravaganza cleanse” as he liked to call it. His last bash was nearly three months ago, so he’d surely be going all-out with this latest one. A couple weeks ago, the idea of a party excited you.

But these last few days have been terrible.

You kept running into problems left and right. Some of them weren’t a big deal on their own, but all together and combined with the stress of a party and the possibility of having to meet new people—maybe lots of new people—you’d had enough.

It was the day of the party. You’d been a little quiet all morning and afternoon, trying to conserve your energy. Steve and Bucky asked you if there was anything you needed to talk about, but you couldn’t find the words so you just shook your head.

They shared a worried look out of your glance while you continued forcefully stabbing fruits onto your fork from your afternoon snack.

It was now an hour before the party and your daddies decided to tidy up the place before leaving so your little family could come back to a clean home. Normally, you’d be alongside them cleaning too but they let you stay in your room because you were having a rough day.

The noises from cleaning brought you to your breaking point. As your mind raced, the sounds of the vacuum cleaner and Steve’s record player taunted you. It was as if you were being pulled in all directions with no end in sight.

A more focused baby might have put on their noise canceling headphones, but you were too overwhelmed to do anything more than lie in bed, eyes closed, with your palms pressed to your ears. You missed the sound of the vacuum cleaner turning off and your door opening. A gentle tap on your foot had you startled.

Eyes now wide open, you stared at Bucky with your hands still covering your ears. He took note of your distress and tried speaking as gently as possible.

“Hey, babydoll. Was the vacuum cleaner too loud for you?”

You nodded.

“Aw, Baba’s sorry about that. Dada and I are getting ready for the party now, do you wanna join us? Everyone’s so excited to see you.”

You were conflicted. On one hand, you really really didn’t want to even leave your bed right now. On the other, your daddies had been looking forward to this party and you didn’t want to disappoint them.

As you stared at Bucky, ears still covered and brow now furrowed, Steve walked in holding one of your new t-shirts on a hanger.

“I got someone’s new lucky dino shirt,” he said in a sing-song voice. He halted at the doorway, sensing the tension. The extra set of eyes on you and reminder that the party was happening now was the last straw.

You lost it. You burst into tears, flipping over and sobbing into your pillow. You pressed your hands even harder against your ears and kicked your feet on the bed.

“TOO MUCH! TOO MUCH TOO MUCH TOO MUCH!” you wailed.

You yelled until you couldn’t anymore. Your bed shook from the force of your movements.

Steve and Bucky watched, heartbroken as sobs racked your body. Steve set down the shirt and stood next to Bucky who was still sitting at the foot of the bed. They held each other’s hand, unsure of what to do at the moment. Normally, they’d be calming you down with a hug or a pat on the back but it seemed like touching you right now would only add to your overstimulation.

It was only minutes before your meltdown came to a stop, but it felt like you’d been screaming forever. Your cries died down, leaving you hiccuping into your pillow.

“Sweetheart?” Steve called out. “You don’t have to go to the party, it’s okay. We’ll all stay home tonight.”

You shook your head, still facing the pillow.

“No? You wanna go to the party?”

You shook your head again. “Daddies go. I stay.” Your words were muffled by the pillow but the punctual nature of your speech and your daddies’ super hearing allowed them to hear the message.

“Babydoll, we can’t leave you here alone,” Bucky started.

You kicked your legs again. “Go! Go go go!”

Bucky took a breath. He didn’t want to upset you anymore, but you were crossing boundaries. “Hey, that’s no way to talk to your Baba. You can’t stay home alone, you know this. Now, please be the big kid we know you are and tell us what’s wrong.”

You sniffled. Baba was right. You couldn’t stop or control the meltdown, but it was time to make things right now that you’d calmed down slightly. You flipped over slowly, hands now only partially covering your ears.

“S-sorry Baba. Sorry Dada,” you hiccuped. “I don’ wanna go. Is too much.” A tear rolled down your cheek and Steve instinctively wiped it away. You didn’t flinch: you were on the come down.

“We forgive you, baby. Now, we can’t let you stay home by yourself but how about a compromise? You can stay in your room and close the door. Baba and I will be in our room, quiet as a mouse,” Steve offered.

“You can take all the alone time you need. And if you need anything you can come to me and Dada or write us a note,” Bucky continued.

You gave the idea some thought. Some quiet alone time would’ve been helpful an hour or two ago. Now, you were tired and just wanted some love from your daddies. A little quiet together time sounded nicer than quiet alone time.

You shook your head. “Don’ wanna be alone nanymore. Can we watch cartoons? Just us and calm? And we cuddle?”

Your daddies cooed. “Of course, sweetheart. Do you wanna come here and give your daddies a hug?”

You nodded and got up to crawl to them. The three of you were squeezed onto your little bed, but you’d never been so comfortable. The pressure from your daddies’ strong arms and the group hug were very calming.

“May we kiss you, babydoll?”

“Yes. One at a time please.”

“Such a respectful baby we have,” Steve said, kissing your forehead.

Bucky agreed and pressed a kiss to your cheek.

The three of you migrated to the living room and you picked Arthur as the show for tonight. Steve prepared a plate with some of your safe foods in case you wanted a little snack before dinner. Bucky sat on the couch next to you, leaving you some space but you snuggled into his side, wanting the weight of his arm and the slight chill of the vibranium to help ground you.

Steve walked to the living room from the kitchen and set the plate down on the coffee table in front of you. “Am I allowed to join this cuddle session?” he asked.

You made grabby hands toward him, directing him to your left side. Your Dada placed his arm on the back of the couch so he could be closer to his two favorite people. He let you play with his other hand, twiddling around with his fingers while you watched the show.

Today might’ve had a rough start, but you ended up right where you belong.

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fandom-kiddo · 1 year

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A/N: ok I pinky swear I will write all your requests but I wrote this in a senioritis daze to make myself feel better. I hope y’all enjoy it!

CW: swearing, Tess and Joel have an irreconcilable fight, panic attacks, hurt/comfort, mentions of known character deaths, grumpy but soft spot for you, female reader, AFAB geared pet names, reader is a crybaby but we love them!(self indulgent if u squint)

Cg! Joel Miller X Little! Fem Reader

Joel didn’t know about your regression until coming up from a run earlier than expected and finding you on his floor in the living room, babbling happily as you played with old hot wheels. He looked in disbelief at your sock footed figure wearing an old t shirt of his and tiny shorts. You look notice of him after a minute, looking up and eyes growing wide. You began to cry and stumble over apologies with a lisp, backing away until you found yourself almost in the corner of the apartment near the radio.

Joel’s eyes softened as he approached you softly and carefully. “Hey little lady, let’s come out of that dirty corner hm? Come here, it’s alright.” His gruff voice said comfortingly. You looked up in wonder, crawling towards him gently and slowly. He crouched down, opening his arms to you. You went a little faster, letting Joel pick you up into his burly arms. Joel thanked whatever god there was that he knew what the hell this was from taking that psych class in college before outbreak day. He held you on his hip, running a hand through your hair gently.

“Hey little one, how old are you right now?” He asked gently. You looked away shyly and held up three fingers. He smiled and placed a soft peck on each finger, eliciting a giggle from you.

“You’re a tiny little bub, okay you wanna take a nap together or do you want me to make something for you?” He asked, smiling. A tiny part of you adult brain thought back on the fact that this is the only time, pretty much ever that you had seen Joel not scowling while awake.

“Uhhh daddy make foods?” You asked, looking up at him. His heart melted at the name and he grinned.

“Sure thing kiddo, I can make you something to eat, How’s grilled cheese sound?” He asked. You nodded happily, resting your head on the crook of his neck, inhaling the distinctly Joel scent of pine, soap, and earth. He sung a song that was stuck in his head softly. You recognized it pretty quickly, humming happily with him to the tune. So there you both were, your head resting on his shoulder as you hummed along with Joel singing Little Girl in Bloom by Thin Lizzy.

You sucked you thumb softly before Joel scolded you slightly. “No honey that’s yucky, you got a pacifier, darlin?” He asked sweetly. You shook you head, little tears rubbing down your cheeks softly as your eyes screwed shut and you tried not breathing to not sob.

Joel quickly set you on the counter, taking off your grilled cheese so it didn’t burn before coming up to you and stroking away the tears with his large, calloused thumbs. He briefly thought your resembled a cherub when you were this small. “Sugar you gotta breathe, come on darlin, breathe for daddy, it’s alright, I can grab you one or a teether honey bee, but you gotta breathe” he said, trying to breathe audibly to have you copy his breathing. You let out a sob as you began breathing, looking up at him as you kept sobbing.

“Good job honey bee, good girl, cmon honey now you gotta calm it down, breathe with daddy” he took a deep breath in, and a deep breath out “cmon babygirl, follow daddy” he encouraged, rubbing your arms firmly and comforting as he began grounding you, your breathing eventually beginning to bring you back down, copying Joel. Joel let out a sigh of relief.

“Good girl, so so well for daddy. You can’t just quit breathing on me honey, it’s okay to cry, it’s not okay to stop breathing, alright? You scare me more with no breathing before ever scaring me with some crying, okay darlin?” You nodded softly, crying slightly and frowning, rubbing your eye roughly.

“Hey, hey it’s okay honey, you just did what you thought was right, no need crying over spilt milk, darlin, we’re both learning, okay?” Joel told you lovingly, kissing your temple.

“Sorry daddy, m didn’t mean to scare you.. I jus gotta be tough or I get hurt” you said softly, lip wobbling.

If Joel’s heart wasn’t feeling cracked already, you broke it.

“Why you say that honey? Who told my little girl that?” He asked, carding a hand through your hair. You shook your head, biting your lip hard.

“Darlin, who said it” he asked, trying to keep levelheaded.

“She’s gonna get in trouble if I tell daddy, m don’t wanna be bad or mean” you said, whimpering.

“It’s okay, you gotta tell daddy these things honey, who’s she?” He asked softly, despite the rage he felt coiling like an angry diamondback in his gut.

“was um.. was ‘ess” you said shyly, curling up on yourself. Joel was speechless. His best friend? He could see you retreating into yourself as you curled in on yourself.

“Okay, thank you for telling me, sugar, let’s get some food in your tummy hmm?” He asked. You nodded softly, Joel restarted the stove and finished cooking your grilled cheese before putting it on a plate and cutting it into four for you. He kissed your temple and helped you into a chair at the bar in his kitchen, letting you eat.

“Daddy eat?”you asked, worried. He shook his head.

“No, daddy hasn’t eaten yet.” He said lovingly, smiling softly.

“Daddy eat wif me?” You ask, feeling smaller. He smiled, wondering to himself how he got so lucky to have such a caring little.

“Alright darlin, let daddy whip myself up one real quick sugar” he peppered your cheeks in kisses and made you giggle. He swears it sounds like a porcelain dinner bell. He smiles fondly, making his quickly before plating it and joining you at the kitchen bar. His was just cut into two. He ate it next to you, you leaning your head into your caregiver as you ate.

“Daddy mad?” You asked softly, eating your square of grilled cheese.

“Not at you darlin, never at you” he said in between bites. He leaned into you slightly.

“Daddy mad at ‘ess?” You asked shyly. He nodded slightly.

“Why did she tell you that, sugar? You know?” He asked gently.

“M was crying cos I was worried n missed you when you went on the run before last n it took longer than it should n she got mad at me for crying n said “stop crying. In this world you gotta be tough. You’re not tough, you’re gonna get hurt or get yourself killed.” N I kept crying cos I was worried n she scared me more n she slapped me..” you said sadly, tiny tears rolling down your cheek. Joel had a new found anger that coiled in his chest like a pissed off rattler at this information.

“Darlin, the only time you can’t cry is infront of the infected. Only gotta be tough until the infected aren’t gonna try and hurt you honey bee. In the QZ or away from infected it’s okay, if daddy says you gotta be tough that’s the only time it’s not okay, okay?” He asked, wiping away tears.

“Mkay daddy” you said finishing your grilled cheese together.

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“What the hell is wrong with you Tess?” Joel asked angrily after going to Tess’ apartment.

“What the fuck are you on about now, Joel?” She asked, frustrated.

“Why the fuck did she think that crying is a death sentence? She tried not breathing so she wouldn’t cry until she was getting blue in the face and I had to pull her out of a fucking panic attack Tess!”he said angrily. Tess looked at him and scoffed.

“It’s not my fault the idiot quit fuckin breathing, Joel. I told her to stop crying the run before last because me and you both know that stupid shit gets you killed with the infected.”Tess said coldly.

“She’s not an idiot, let’s get that straight. She might be a crybaby, Tess, but she’s my crybaby. It might get her hurt outside of the QZ around a fucking clicker, but not in here. She thought it wasn’t okay to cry at all. That’s who she is, she’s innocent and sensitive and that’s what I love about her. She doesn’t need you filling her head with this poison telling her not to be herself unless she wants to die. Fuck you, Tess.” Joel seethed.

“Now you love her? Cut me a fucking break Joel. She’s a crybaby and pretty much useless. She can’t handle this fucking world and thinks crying is the fuckin’ solution.” Tess sneered, scoffing slightly.

“Yeah I do love her Tess, and you ain’t got even an iota of right to tell her that kinda shit!”Joel yelled at her.

“What, you think you can save her? Like you were some fucking Clint Eastwood? Like your so good at saving people? Like you saved Sarah-“ Tess jeered.

“Don’t you dare fucking bring her into this! How fucking dare you even begin trying to bring her into this? I confide in you about shit and that’s what you do? What about your husband? Or your kid? I’m the fuck up? I thought we were fuckin’ friends Tess. And another thing, you lay a fucking hand on her again, and I’ll saw it off myself. Your not my fuckin’ friend. You’re fuckin’ dead to me.” Joel seethed like an angry rattlesnake, turning and storming out out of the apartment, slamming the door behind him.

Joel stormed down the stairs, wiping his eyes. He couldn’t believe someone who he called his best friend would stoop as low as to attack his biggest inner demon. He felt bad about it, but she struck that nerve first. He shook his head and instead thought about you, willing himself to find his way back to you as he went through the tattered streets of the QZ.

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Joel walked back home, buying a pacifier and a few other little things with his ration cards. He walked up the stairs to find you in his apartment, this time wrapped up in one of his flannels, curled up in bed.

“Did my little honey bee get sleepy? Aw hon, how about you and daddy take a nap together hm?” He asked. You nodded sleepily and reached for Joel. He cooed and toed off his boots and changed into sleep shorts and a worn shirt. He picked you up and got into his bed, pulling a thick blanket over both of you. You remained latched onto him, nose nuzzled into his neck.

“Missed daddy, didn’t wanna cry” you said softly. He smiled softly.

“I was only gone an hour babygirl” he chuckled softly, swiping hair away from your forehead and kissing her forehead.

“M know bu still missed you” you said, nosing at the hollow of his collar bone, wrapping your arms tighter around his middle. He rubbed your back affectionately, holding you tighter.

“If it makes you feel better, sugar, I missed my girl too” he smiled softly. You giggled softly, a part of you fluttering at the pet names. My girl, baby girl, darlin, sugar, little lady, my little honey bee, mine. You almost cried at the pure care and love Joel gave you. You hadn’t even noticed the tears on your cheeks until Joel felt the tears on his neck.

“Why are you cryin, my little honey bee?” He asked sitting up slightly, looking down worriedly.

“Happy tears, Jus’ care so much for me, I’m jus’ so lucky s’all” you said through your wavering voice and sniffles to accompany it.

“You’re my girl, that’s my job, little lady” he smiled fondly, wiping away your tears. You placed your hand over his, placing a delicate kiss to his palm. He cooed and peppered your eyes in little kisses, making your little sniffles turn to giggles.

“Y’know I got ya some gifts while I was out”he said, dragging his knuckles lightly over the back of your arms.

“Daddy got gifts? F’r me? Why?” You asked curiously, looking up at him.

“Just wanted to, sugar” he said softly, a lopsided smile gracing his lips.

“Can I see em?” You asked, nibbling on your thumb.

“Yeah we can go look at em honey, cmon” he said, picking you up as he got up, carrying you to the living room where a brown satchel laid on the table. He set you down on the couch, you reaching for him. He chuckled softly”m right here, darlin, daddy’s not going anywhere.”he said comfortingly, giving you a swift kiss on your temple. You giggled happily, watching as he grabbed the bag. He pulled out a pacifier, handing it to you. You gasped happily, flapping your hands excitedly.

Joel smiled, pulling out a teether, handing it to you. You squealed in excitement. He chuckled softly, pulling out a bottle and sippy cup with Elmo and big bird on it, respectively. Little tears came to your eyes with the fond memories of your childhood when watching Sesame Street.

“Thank yous s’much, daddy” you sniffled, hugging his toned arm.

“No problem, sugar, hold the tears honey bun, I still got another gift for my sweet girl” he said, kissing your forehead.

“‘Nother one?” You asked curiously, Joel hummed in conformation.

Joel pulled out a handmade stuffed animal one of the other ladies in the QZ made. It was a liitle white lamb with a pink ribbon on the neck. “I saw it and didn’t think you had any stuffed animals, and it reminded me of you so much I had to get it for my little lamb” he said affectionately, giving you the stuffed lamb.

You really we’re crying now, grabbing your stuffed lamb and holding it close. You began getting into his lap, burying your face in his chest as you cried.

“Thank you’s s’much, i love it all” you cried, holding onto him so tight, like you were scared he’d disappear. He hugged you tightly, holding you in his burly arms.

“You’re welcome, darlin, you like em?” He asked, running a hand through your hair.

You nodded”I love em, daddy” you smiled, kissing him on the cheek. He smiled, thumbing away your tears.

“Okay darlin I think we’ve had enough excitement that a nap is in order, you want your pacifier?” He asked.

You smiled, nodding happily as he put the pacifier in your mouth. You clicked the silicone against itself, getting used to it. He smiled at you, rubbing your cheek affectionately. You leaned into the feeling, suckling at your pacifier, feeling yourself get sleepier at the comforting item.

“Okay sugar, let’s get us to that nap, little lady, you got your lamb?”he asked, smiling slightly at your droopy eyed, relaxed face. You nodded sleepily, rubbing your eye before wrapping your arm around his neck, holding your lamb in the other hand. Joel got up, hiking you up on his hip. He kissed your nose, smiling. You gave him a kiss on the lips with your pacifier still in you mouth and giggled. He grinned, carrying you back to the room and reassuming the position you were originally in.

“Wuv daddy”you mumbled softly around your pacifier. He smiled and kissed your head, letting the firm peck linger for a moment.

“I love you too darlin, so much. My babygirl.” He said lovingly and you held your lamb closer. He rubbed your back comfortingly, shaking his leg gently to mimic rocking your you. You snuggled closer, letting out a sigh of comfort. Finally you closed your eyes, sleep soon overtaking you as Joel held you in your arms, rocking you and humming softly. You felt safe for the first time in so long. Joel made you feel safe in this awful world.

You did the same for Joel. Gone were the nightmares of losing his daughter, of holding her as light rapidly lost in her eyes and her quickened sharp breaths soon fell silent. Joel hated hearing Sarah hyperventilating so, but would’ve given anything to hear that rather than the silence of her soul leaving her body. For once he didn’t let sleep consume him just to relive the worst moment of his life. As he laid with you, holding you tightly in his burly arms as he rocked you slightly. He drifted to sleep as you breathing evened out. And for once, He slept soundly, intertwined with you as your hearts and breaths moved in synch.

#age regression #i need more agere fics ngl #the last of us agere #the last of us #joel tlou #joel miller #crybaby!reader #anxious!reader #little!reader #cg!joel miller #cg! joel #pls like it #3am delirium #fandom kiddo writes

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littlespacereader · 2 months

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Hiii!!! If requests are open I was wondering if you'd be willing to write some Caregiver Frank Castle Headcannons or a fic.

Completely fine if not!!! <333

Have an amazing day/afternoon/night!!!

@aew-kun-age-regression !! YES!!! It would be my honor and pleasure to write Caregiver Frank Castle!! After writing the Matt Murdock Headcannons and adding the small section at the end with Frank, I couldn’t help but want to write more about Frank as a Caregiver! He’s just so tough and broken that I feel like a Little would be just the thing to heal and help him🥹 It was such a hard choice but I decided to do Frank Castle Headcannons. But if you find some inspiration from this please send me another request and I’d happily write a fic around Frank! So here is Caregiver Frank Castle Headcannons! Please enjoy!!🥹💞

Caregiver Frank Castle Headcannons

Tw- violence, mentions of trauma and death.

Frank never expected to be your Caregiver. After everything that happened with his family, he thought he would just be alone for the rest of his life. That was until Y/N came into his life. You sort of adopted Frank and not vice versa.

Y/N was looking into some shady business going down in Hell’s Kitchen when they got wrapped into it and badly hurt. Frank saved them and brought them back to his home to tend to their injuries. But the injuries scared them so badly that they regressed once they felt safe and cared for in Frank’s home.

Frank, being no stranger to trauma responses and coping mechanisms, immediately understood what was happening. At first he was nervous, taking care of you as if you were made of glass, but then as the night went on he started to return to his old fatherly Caregiver self and he started to enjoy it.

After that night you asked Frank to be your Caregiver. He refused at first, not because of you but because of himself. He is so afraid he will hurt you or you’ll get hurt because of him. It’s not that he doesn’t want you, trust that he hasn’t felt as calm or at peace then when he was taking care of you, it’s because he’s traumatized.

But after asking, and asking, and asking over and over again, he finally breaks down and agrees. Now not only is Y/N happier and safer than ever but Frank is healing and becoming his old self again. He truly relaxes when he’s around his Little one. You see slowly but surely the old father side of him that was once locked away coming back to him in full swing.

Nickname wise he starts out with the standard kid or kiddo for Y/N as he start to get used to being a Caregiver again. But as time go on he really gets into the use of nicknames such as: Prince/Princess/Royalty (depending on your gender), his personal favorite troublemaker, sweet one and pumpkin.

Frank is a girldad for sure. What I mean by this is not that he is only for Femm little, no no no, what I mean is he isn’t one of those overly masculine men that’s afraid of showing his feminine side.

You want to have a tea party with him? He’s the guest of honor! Want to paint his nails? He hands you his hand. Want to play dress up? He’ll gladly wear a dress or a fancy tux. The point is, there isn’t much he wouldn’t do for his little one. Even if it isn’t “something a manly man would do.” He could care less. For him it’s all about his little ones happiness.

Speaking of that, like most Caregivers he is completely open to his Littles needs. Diaper, pull-up, sippy cup, bottles, pacifiers, stuffies, ect. Whatever you want/need for your regression. He is all for it!

He keeps his life as the Punisher far away from his life with his little one. That’s the last thing he wants you tangled up in.

Y/N has to be patient with him because at times he can be very overprotective of them.

They rarely go out to the park, or beach or anything public. Not that he is afraid to be seen with you, he used to not be a bragger but now he is when it come to you. The fear of being out in public comes from his fear of someone hurting you while the two of you are out…just like what happened to his family.

Because of this you guys are homebodies. But Frank makes it fun! He makes elaborate pillow forts, special movie nights, drawing contest and crazy games of hide and seek in their home so that his little one is always entertained.

Frank LOVES art work from his Little one. Every photo to him is a work of art. It’s gotten so bad that the fridge is just a pile of papers now. “What’s this? Oh WOW! Look at this!! You did such a great job! I love it! It’s a masterpiece that deserves it’s time on the fridge don’t you think?”

Frank is on the stricter side when it comes to rules and such. He isn’t easily a pushover so it’s hard to convince him when he’s made his mind up…but that doesn’t stop you from trying though!

“Can I have another cookie?” “How many have you had already?” “Two.” “Yeah, two too many. You’re not having another before dinner. You just have to wait.” “But two isn’t a good number! Three is! See, two is even which is good but then the one extra cookie is good luck.” Frank just gives them a look. “I’ll wait till after dinner.” They sigh. “That’s what I thought.”

Frank…IS A CUDDLER! There’s nothing he enjoys more than to snuggle up on the couch, little one in his lap, and watch tv together. He loves the security of having them close to him at all times, but he also loves to cuddle.

At night, if they’re comfortable with it, he holds them close and they fall asleep resting their head in his chest. This helps ground him and allow him to fall asleep without the fears and anxiety that used to keep him awake. When he does have a nightmare, his little one helps him through it.

Aft first he was embarrassed and ashamed of himself for being so vulnerable after a nightmare. But he quickly learned that for as much as he does for his Little, they do the same if not more for him. He’s slowly working through his trauma and it’s because of Y/N.

When it comes to Frank’s friends…he doesn’t have many. He doesn’t trust most of the people in his life besides his little one. But there are a few he can trust and who he introduces Y/N too.

Karen is the first and she’s super kind and gentle. She’s extremely happy Frank has Y/N as she quickly sees a change in him, a very good change. She helps out when Y/N’s regressed and he needs to go out on a business call.

Matt was a bit of a shock to Frank as they started out enemies. But once Matt gained Frank’s trust, he became a close ally to Frank and his Little. Matt is also extremely kind and gentle. He loves to play with Y/N and is always sneaking them sweets behind Frank’s back.

Now if it wasn’t the reader being Frank’s Little, Matt or Karen would definitely his Littles. Karen is a bit older than Matt headspace wise but the two get along well! Matt is always snuggling next to Frank while he reads and Karen paints his nails. Again, he didn’t ask to be their Caregiver, but they just adopt him. And who was he to refuse?

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babyanderson · 6 months

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farm!cg!dina x little!reader x farm!cg!ellie

putting down your fork on the dinner table, you turn to dina who’s walking in from the back garden. she’s holding a few bottles of milk and a crate of eggs.

“what you holdin’, mama?” you ask her, looking up at her, and then to ellie who’s sat across from you.

“got some milk and eggs, baby. gonna help me and mama make cookies after dinner?” she says, setting everything down on the counter and then taking your hand to stand you up, sitting down on your chair and placing you in her lap. you nod feverishly at her, and then to ellie.

“yes, please!! make cookies, now!! please, mama?” they both laugh, dina’s arms wrapping around your waist, settling you down.

“after dinner, baby. need to finish your food first, okay?” ellie says, gesturing down at your basically full plate. you sigh and pick your fork back up, defeated.

a mere thirty minutes later, you’re sat on the counter top, flour on your nose, smiling up at your mamas.

“please can i crack the eggs, mama?” you ask ellie, holding your palm out, already knowing she’ll say yes.

she hands you the egg and you crack it into the bowl, ignoring the inevitable shell that fell into it. you hear ellie giggle as you hand her the empty shell (what was left of it) and dina takes the shell out of the bowl.

“i mix, please?” you ask softly, looking at the whisk in dina’s hand. she nods and says you can mix it together, both holding onto the whisk as ellie keeps a hold of you sitting on the counter, tickling your sides.

“mama! no ticklin’, i busy!” you almost shout at ellie, looking up at her angrily. she puts her hands up, her eyes wide.

“i’m sorry, baby. no tickling,” she kisses the top of your head, and dina’s too.

after pouring the milk in, ellie pours the rest into your bottle, handing it to you.

“want the rest, angel?” she asks softly, picking you up and holding you on her hip. you nod and take it from her, sipping it gently.

you and ellie both watch dina put the cookie batter onto the tray, ellie stepping back when she opens the oven.

“‘s hot, baby. gotta stay in the livingroom while they cook, okay?” ellie says softly, walking into the living room and placing you on the sofa, putting a blanket over you.

“mama and i will be back in a minute, angel. stay put..” ellie leaves the room, not taking her eyes off of you, making you giggle.

“mama, you so silly,” you whisper to yourself, reaching for your book to read.

a couple pages in, dina walks into the room holding a plate of cookies! ellie takes your book from your hands, making you frown up at her.

“mama! my book! i readin’ that!” ellie pouts down at you, picking you back up into her lap, handing your book back to you.

as you start to read again, a cookie touches your lips.

“open up, baby,” dina whispers, and you take a bite. dina and ellie kiss both your cheeks at the same time, making you giggle to yourself. you love your little family. <3

#based on flare’s request #cg!ellie williams #agere #agere writing #cg!dina tlou #ellie williams #dina tlou #tlou dina #sfw agere #age regression #tlou agere #agere fic #the last of us #little!reader #ellie x reader #dina x reader #ellie x dina x reader

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littlehypnone · 28 days

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pet regressing and shape-shifting ghouls had taken over my brain and i had to scribble something little. have some otter rainy!

(tag for @sphylor as promised :3)

Dewdrop haven't seen Rain much that day, busy with chores that piled had up. He promised him earlier that they’d spend a nice, peaceful evening together, relaxing after the long day.

When Dewdrop is finishing up his work he sends a few texts to Rain, informing him of the fact and asking where they should meet and if there was anything specific he’d like to do.

No answer comes, though. Dewdrop shrugs, it means nothing. Rain probably busied himself with something or his phone simply died. It happens quite often.

Soon enough his chores are finished and he makes his way back to the den. He checks Rain’s room first, but it’s empty and there’s no fresh scent that would indicate he was in there recently. Dewdrop leaves and goes to his own room, hoping to find his mate there.

He opens the door and it does smell like Rain is in there—fresh smell of petrichor hanging in the air—but he can’t see him anywhere. The fire ghoul looks around and notices a pile of clothes (definitely not his own) at the top of his bed, by his pillows. Dewdrop furrows his brows.

“Rainy?” he calls out.

A little squeak reaches his ears and the pile of clothes moves slightly. Dewdrop sighs—realizing—but not in disappointment. He only hopes nothing bad had happened that would make Rain regress.

The fire ghoul closes the door and walks to the bed, crawling up onto it. Rain must feel him, because as soon as Dewdrop settles against the headboard, the pile moves again and the head of a little otter pokes out, squeaking. “Well, hello, little thing.”

Rain squeaks again, but doesn’t move to crawl into Dewdrop’s lap. That’s unusual, so the fire ghoul reaches for the hoodie and peaks inside.

“Awww,” he coos quietly, smiling. Rain must’ve grabbed his axolotl plushie when he was still in his big ghoul body and put it under his hoodie, because now the little otter is cuddled around the small, pink stuffie, refusing to let it go. “Come here, baby.”

Rain squeaks some more—happily—as Dewdrop picks him up. The fire ghoul scoots down to lay, more than sit, and puts the little otter on his chest. Rain wiggles until he ends up on his back, sprawled out with the axolotl plushie still clutched tightly in his little paws.

Dewdrop giggles, never able to help himself when Rain is like this. He is happy and content so the fire ghoul doesn’t worry. If something bad caused him to drop they’d talk about it later. For now the little otter needs entertainment, and Dewdrop is happy to provide.

He puts a hand under Rain’s chin and starts scratching. The little otter immediately starts squeaking louder, making all kinds of happy noises and pushing further into Dewdrop’s touch. “I’ve got you, little thing.”

For a while it’s just like that—the fire ghoul petting Rain and him enjoying it, glued to Dewdrop’s plushie. He doesn’t know what changes but at some point Rain wiggles again and turns to his front. He stares at the other intently, squeaking some more.

“Whaddya need?” Dewdrop asks, but he—of course—doesn’t get a proper answer. Only some more squeaks. “Hm, what about your marbles? Do you want to play? Maybe a snack?”

Rain’s next squeak sounds more like a grumble, so Dewdrop supposes he doesn’t want any of those options. He thinks for a moment, but the otter seems to get impatient. He squirms and wiggles up until he’s nestled just under Dewdrop’s chin, basically on his neck, and reaches out with his little paw. He puts it on the fire ghoul’s lips and the other one ends up in his own mouth.

Dewdrop is confused for a moment, but then he remembers otter customs.

“Oh, you want us to take a nap!” he laughs and Rain squeaks approvingly. “Alright, alright, little thing, we can take a nap.”

The fire ghoul pulls up a blanket and gets himself settled, holding onto a wiggling Rain. Even once Dewdrop stops moving, Rain doesn’t—obviously displeased with his current position. Thankfully Dewdrop has had enough practice with the water ghoul regressed like this to know what it is that the little otter, most likely, wants.

He pulls the axolotl plushie from his paws and Rain does not like it, at first, but the fire ghoul shoves it under his shirt and Rain immediately follows, squirming his way into it through Dewdrop’s collar. The sleek fur scratches his skin as Rain curls around the stuffie again and settles properly on Dewdrop’s chest.

“Comfy?” he asks and Rain’s little face peeks out from the collar of his shirt. He squeaks happily, voicing his contentment. Dewdrop scratches at the top of his head and the little otter’s eyes close. His whiskers tickle Dewdrop a bit, but he’d never complain. He adores Rain more than anything; big or small, otter or ghoul. He sighs, smiling, “You are the cutest little thing, you know that?”

Rain squeaks again. He does know it.

#hypno writes #little ghouls #pet regression #otter rain #cg dewdrop

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honeybeewritings · 1 year

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it's okay little love[r.l.]

✰ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: anxiety about regressing, trying to stop the regression process, remmy being the sweetest caregiver(even if you didn't ask)

✰ 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: caregiver!remus lupin x little!gn!reader

✰ 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 732 words

✰ 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: you try not to regress all day but everything keeps making you feel small. good thing remmy knows what to do.

✰ 𝐀/𝐍: for all my babies who are scared of telling their s/o they regress. it's okay to be scared but i bet they'll still adore you.

requested by anon: friendly reminder that requests are open

also, i've been having a lot of nsfw blogs follow me so dni if nsfw: this is a safe space for all kiddos

you and remus have been going out for a bit. not long but it was long enough that he knew which shops in diagon alley that you liked most.

or so he thought.

he had no idea you were an age regressor and you planned on keeping it that way. he was the sweetest, you knew that, but the thought of him knowing terrified you. you've had more than you fair share of meanies.

you were comfortably walking around diagon alley, holding your boyfriends hand, when you noticed a new shop. you looked closer and it was a toy store.

oh no.

you squeezed remmy's hand and tried not to bite your nails or nervously scratch your arms.

"y' alrigh' love?" remmy asked, squeezing your hand back. you just nodded and walked a little bit faster past the shop, remus matching your pace.

you slowed down and let out a breath. remus looked at you as if to ask "you sure you're okay?" to which you just nodded again.

"i'm fine remus. just saw... um, someone from school. just didn't wanna run into them is all," you lied.

he looked at you questioningly but let it go.

but once you saw the toy store it seemed everything was going to trigger your regression.

"i... need to use the toilet." you told remus, letting go of his hand. "i'll be back."

remus nodded and smiled. "alright. i have a store to go to that i'm not sure you'll like. i'll do that and be right back."

you smiled at your boyfriend and went to the bathroom, trying to keep yourself big. big kid thoughts. like taxes.

you came out after a few minutes and remus was outside, as he said he would be, with a paper bag in his hand.

"what'cha got there?" you asked. even though he said you wouldn't like the store you were still curious.

"nothing darling. how about some ice cream?" he suggested. "it's the best ice cream in london darling." he said excitedly. "just a scoop then we'll go back t'mine yeah?"

you smiled at his excitement and nodded in agreement. "alright. i can go for some ice cream." you agreed.

you and remus got your ice creams from florean fortescue and made your way back to his house. you two took the tube in london, taking it as far as you were allowed, and walked the rest of the way to his house in the country.

it wasn't too terrible a trip but you nervously tried to stop yourself from regressing. you were quieter than usual and remus noticed.

he draped an arm over your shoulders and squeezed your arm a bit. you're safe with me.

his parents weren't home, for which you were grateful, and you sat on his bed with him.

"y'know..." he started slowly. "i got you something while we were in diagon alley.

you were confused because he didn't say anything. "oh, remus... i didn't get you anything."

he shook his head and handed you the paper bag. "don't worry about that. i just... um... i think you should open it." he nodded toward the bag.

he seemed nervous about your reaction as you opened it. you kept an eye on remus as you opened the back and gasped at the stuffie remus bought for you.

it was the softest little niffler plush, as well as the cutest. "i love it remmy!" you squealed, nearly tackling your boyfriend to the ground.

"you gonna name it?" he asked. oh he knew what he was doing now... and you absolutely loved it!

you sat back on his bed and shrugged. "mmm, i dunno. wet's name 'im together." you smiled. remus sat next to you and draped an arm across your shoulders.

"hm..." remus tapped a finger against his chin in mock thought. "well, let's think. what are some of your absolute favorite things in the whole world?"

you made a face. "in da whole wide worl'?" you asked, to which remmy nodded. "wet's name 'im... remmy."

"remmy sounds like a good name, i like it."

"it's yours silly goose!" you giggled.

"mine?" he asked. "why, i've never heard it."

"silly goose."

"just know, it's okay little love. i still love you."

your little lip wobbled and you squeezed remus as hard as you could. "tanks 'emmy. luv u so so mush."

"i love you too."

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theconstellationprincess · 3 months

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Hey, i know you made this post a long while ago [Jan 4th so you can know which one I'm talking about] but are you still taking requests for the "send me a blorbo and a number from 1-50"? Maybe vox and 27? [Or any song you'd like]

Hi hi! Yes! #27 -> look who’s inside again by Bo Burnham

Vox paced in his office, watching on his cameras as Valentino slowly left Vox’s apartment. The other two had joined him in his apartment the previous night after Velvette had regressed and needed to be watched. Vox had left early for work, but Val and Velvette were taking their time leaving.

He fiddled with his coffee cup as Val entered the elevator, waiting for the doors to close before his shoulders dropped and he quickly made his way to his apartment himself, making use of his cameras as transport.

He collapsed against his door, fans whirring noisily as he sloppily locked his door. It was quiet, apart from his fans. He’d felt the ever encroaching fuzz for a couple of days now, but the time had never been right. He felt frustrated tears well up in his eyes but he blinked them away, instead stumbling further into his apartment and toward his bedroom.

With shaking hands, he pulled out the pathetic little box that held his minuscule regression gear. While he was happy to spoil and indulge both Valentino and Velvette with whatever they wanted, especially when small, he hated the idea of… giving into this side of himself. So he has the necessities for his general age range and that’s it; pacifier, a stuff shark, and pull-ups. The package of diapers was unopened, he’d learned that he would honestly rather have an accident than face the possibility of someone seeing him wearing a diaper.

Of course, he didn’t let his littles get away with this, after all no kid wants to deal with needing to get cleaned up or the embarrassment of having an accident that everyone can see. He makes sure that, when necessary, padding is used. But! Luckily for him, he didn’t have a caregiver. In fact, no one knew he regressed at all! So. There’s that. No one in charge of him, he can do whatever he wants, in the confines of his bedroom where he locks himself in when he regresses.

Vox changed out of his work clothes into something more comfortable, and black (just in case), before flicking the lock on his door shut and setting a 1 hour timer. He had stuff to do, no time for a proper regression, but enough that he can shove some of that stupid fuzziness back where it came from.

Vox flopped onto his bed, grabbing his pacifier and shoving it into his mouth eagerly. He grabbed his shark as well, cuddling it close to his chest. He was booored. Wide, curious eyes danced around the room until they settled on the door, which was making an odd sound.

“Vox!” Shouted the door in… was that Velvette’s voice? Did his door eat his friend? Vox stared at the door, shaking slightly. The door wobbled a bit and made a banging sound. Vox quietly played the sound back, trying to remember what it was. Knocking! That makes much more sense, his door didn’t eat Velvette, she was knocking and shouting outside of the door.

Oh. That’s not ideal.

“Vox!” She shouted again, “Listen, Val messed up a camera or something and he’s pretty upset, like, emotionally. It’s weird. Come fix it!” Vox swallowed, squirming unhappily. He eyed the timer. 50 minutes remained. He wasn’t supposed to leave the bedroom when he was small… but Val was sad! And, it’s not like he had a caregiver to enforce any rules, so…

“Val?” Vox asked, pointing at the phone. “Th-sad?” Velvette stared at him, confused. Vox tried to rennet what he was supposed to do if anyone ever found him when he was small. He was supposed to call Velvette, but she was already there, so now what? “Th-mall.” Vox said, pointing at himself, frowning as he lisped.

“I gathered,” Velvette said dryly. Vox hunched I’m on himself a bit, taking a few stumbling steps back until he was passed the boundary of the door and back into the bedroom. He shouldn’t have left. Vox made a high pitched whirring noise, fans clicking on again. Velvette was not happy. He could hear noises far away, the closer, and then Val was there. He was very tall when Vox was wearing no shoes. Vox hid behind his door, only peaking out slightly.

This did nothing to help when Val just waltzed into his bedroom, stretching out onto Vox’s bed without a care. He tossed Vox his shark stuffy. Vox scrambled forward to catch it, and then Val reached out and grabbed the corner of his screen.

“Hey Voxxy,” Valentino purred softly, “you really are small, aren’t you?” Vox nodded, pointing at his timer. Velvette spoke up from behind him.

“He has a lisp,” she informed Valentino, much to Vox’s embarrassment. He frowned at her, but got distracted by his timer. It was halfway done. Vox whined softly, he hated the timer! Valentino and Velvette were talking, but he couldn’t understand what they were saying. He began to cry, feedback and static echoing into the room momentarily before he was able to mute himself.

The two others turned to look at him, but their faces were blurry. Vox whined silently, reaching out towards them because he hated being alone, and he was always alone and it was no fun.

Things were blurry from there, but as he had trained himself too, Vox dropped back out of headspace when the timer went off. It was disorienting and sometimes painful, but it worked as an off switch so he used it. He blinked a few times. He was on the couch, and his apartment was a disaster. Velvette and Valentino were cuddling him on either side of him, and they looked like disasters too. Exhausted and, to Vox’s embarrassment, clearly bruised and bitten. How much havoc had he wrecked in 30 minutes?

He slowly extracted himself from this embrace, because he had set that timer for a reason, and stretched. He felt far better than he had after regressing since… well a while. Vox yawned as he got himself ready for the rest of the day, jealously eyeing his two compassions as they snoozed on the couch. Perhaps, he need not isolate himself every time he’s small.

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blankie-nest-agere · 1 year

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daycare attendant as a caregiver

☀️sundrop☀️

- sunny is the kind of cg to have very strict routines, but he's also very easily swayed by puppy dog eyes

- probably has you call him Mr. Sun. brings him back to when he ran the daycare and the name makes him feel fuzzy

- you do your morning routine with him, which he makes as fun as possible. he'll wake you up with cuddles, cooing as he tugs you into his lap to hug like a plushie

- then he makes you a breakfast of your choosing, you brush your teeth, get dressed, and he does your hair for the day. after that you take any meds and then you both decide what to do with the day!

- he often takes you to the park, but if you wanna stay inside, he's always open for playing pretend or dress up! he's got an eye for colors, so fashion shows are a must

- he loves to draw with you, and does a lot of madlibs style games where you have input in the story. he's an awesome story teller!

- can make anything fun

- is a very good listener if you ever need to rant or even just babble senselessly for a bit

- he loves his little very much and would move the world for you <3

🌕moondrop🌕

- moony is very strict, and less susceptible to cuteness. in his daycare days, he got used to puppy dog eyes from kids not wanting to sleep

- that being said if it makes you uncomfy he'll deffie give you some more slack

- would literally malfunction if you called him mama (in a good way)

- a kid once called him that in the daycare and he never let it go. it's just too sweet to him

- you get maybe an hour of playtime before bed, but you can't have screentime

- this actually lead to figuring out a lot of fun games to play, since you couldn't play on your phone or watch cartoons

- his favorite has to be tea parties; he knows all your plushies by name and is very polite to them. serves them apple juice and little cookies he makes just for your tea parties

- always encourages you to set up pranks on sunny with him. sunny has stopped trusting him with front

- you have a very calm bedtime routine. you wash up, brush your teeth, he brushes your hair, and then get into comfy pjs. you get tucked in with your plushies, and if you ask he'll cuddle and/or use his music box to play lullabies for you

- also a good listener- especially if you want input. he's very calm and level-headed, so he gives great advice

- finds great comfort in you having the trust to let him take care of you. he might not say it as much as sunny, but he loves you ^^

#mod shiver #shiver writes #agere #age regression #sundrop x reader #moondrop x reader #daycare attendant #daycare attendant x reader #moondrop #sundrop #cg!daycare attendant #regressor!reader #little!reader

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ember-owlet · 3 months

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coffee & cuddles || cg! harvey x little!male! reader

a/c: requested by the lovely @rileys-castle, thank you for giving me permission to post this fic; i hope you enjoy it my friend ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

reader is referred to as: sweetheart, pup/puppy, good boy, little one, baby content warning: mentions of illness and chronic pain ((stay safe little firelights, you can always come back to this when you're ready))

Harvey's hand was warm yet firm against the layers of blankets that swaddled you. He gently moved it, side to side against your shoulder to not startle you awake. "Sweetheart, please wake up. It's time for another assessment." His voice was gravelly and moved in ebbs like the rumbling of a storm. You turned over slowly in your body's best effort to respond to your papa's request. Harvey gently leaned over, the bed creaking beneath his weight as he placed a hand against your forehead to brush away the loose strands of hair. Upon seeing your pained expression his mustache drooped with an exasperated sigh. "Hm.. Let me see what I can do pup."

After a few minutes, the clicking sound of the medicine bottle's cap instinctively released a pained whine from you in resistance, pushing at your caregiver's hip weakly. "I know puppy. I know. But this will help you feel much better, I promise." Harvey chuckled, methodically shaking the rounded brick-red pills into his right hand. Placing them in your hand he sat you upright while humming and bopping his head to a peculiar tune. Your eyes drew up to the skylight above your bed, the surrounding frame hung an assortment of wooden model planes that the older man loved to collect in his spare time. That is when he had the time to focus on his passions in the first place. "Don't take these just yet. I have breakfast waiting for you in the kitchen. I'll bring it to you, so be a good boy and wait for me." Nodding, you watched Harvey scurry out to the hallway with great effort.

The breakfast spread consisted of each of your daily food groups, lovingly placed in the shape of a smiley face. At the far corner of the tray sat a small plastic cerulean vase, a vibrant dandelion sat with petals outstretched towards you. Suddenly, Harvey appeared in a tumbling flash, armfuls of pillows and blankets spilling from the tips of his grasp as the whole lot came crashing down onto the edge of the bed.

A brief minute went by as the two of you took in the scene around him. The older gentleman lifted himself from the floor with a groan and re-adjusted his tousled hair, glasses, and wool tie. "Ah... sorry about that! Thought it'd be nice for you to have breakfast cuddled up with something soft, and it's about time I refreshed your old pillows." He watched you roll your eyes playfully, patting the empty spot of the bed next to you.

As he approached, he placed another hand on your back to lean you closer to his chest. Too caught up in the act of adjusting the pillows and blankets to notice his tired features, clearly visible they seemed to match your own. “Would you like your heating pad, baby?” he asked. You nodded but then cleared your throat to ask for his affection in return. “Can we cuddle, papa? You look tired too.” He smiled and cupped your face, rubbing the side of your cheek with his thumb as his eyes gleamed with affection. “One heating pad coming right up.”

You could hear the sounds of light whistling from the kitchen to fill the gaps of silence as you ate your meal, and the image of Harvey swaying gleefully to his tune warmed your cheeks. With the wafting smell of brewed coffee warming the air, you closed your eyes, full and satisfied, and waited for the pills to kick in as stuffies were held close to your chest. Harvey would soon walk into the scene, his eyes softening to the sight of you with arms outstretched towards him in anticipation. Undressing his coat he tossed it over the chair's crest rail, quickly casting aside his triple-shot espresso on its seat in favor of cuddling his little one. "Got room for one more?" He cautiously moved to your side, relocating the tray to the floor to hold his boy close to him. He couldn’t wait a minute more, bringing you in he could feel your warmth against him. If it weren’t for his unyielding dedication to assuring the health of the other villagers in the valley he’d have taken the day off just to sit with you a minute longer. You snuggled in with glee, taking in the feeling of his chest against your ear, each of his deep breaths a rhythmic hymn. "Before my next appointment, I think you'd be happy to know that Elliot will be over in about an hour to look after you while I'm out." He could hardly contain his pleased smirk as he looked down at you.

You practically leaped from his grasp with a vibrant shuffle out of the bed. It had been so long since you'd last had a playdate with the extravagant novelist, and there were so many new things you wanted to do and show him. The wooden drawers would not be able to hold you back from prying them open with a collection of crayons and papers ready for your taking. Harvey would let a satisfied chuckle at your eager response, quickly pulling you into a hug from behind. With a relieved sigh, you could feel his shoulders relax and his breath tickled your cheeks. Placing a quick kiss on your temple he rested his head against your shoulder. "I'm glad to see you're already feeling better puppy. Being your papa is the best thing that's ever happened to me. And I'll do everything I can to keep you safe and healthy."

#cg! harvey #regressor!male!reader #sdv agere #stardew valley agere #stardew valley #fandom agere #sfw agere #agere #agere fanfiction #agere fic #agere writing #age regression #sfw age regression #sfw agere blog #embers writings

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jacksdinonuggets · 2 months

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~ T r a u m a ~

Summary:Lucifer is trying to spend some time to get to know Vaggie but she ends up in littlespace so Lucifer takes care of her.

It was rough keeping a big secret from Charlie. Even though she accepted her now and they were on good terms, things were still very stressful. Her wings contributed to that factor as well. They reminded her of what she did before Charlie found her and it gave her a lot of guilt. A few panic attacks later, she decided to talk about it to Charlie one day, hoping that she’ll feel better.

“Maybe you should talk to someone about this,” Charlie suggested, “I’m not exactly qualified and there aren’t many therapists in hell, but maybe you could talk to my dad,”

“Why Lucifer?” Vaggie asked, a little bit nervous. She didn’t exactly want to talk about all this heavy shit to her girlfriend’s dad. What if she makes herself look bad and he’s unaccepting of them? He did know she was an exorcist but never knew why she fell in the first place. It was too heavy to talk about in their little time together.

“Well, he’s also a fallen angel, he might understand how it feels,” The princess prompted.

Vaggie bit her lip, wondering what she should do. Finally, after a moment of hesitation, she sighed and agreed.

A day or two later, Vaggie stands in front of Lucifer’s room. It was just one of the nicer hotel rooms, so it wasn’t supposed to be as intimidating. But it was. She took a deep breath before knocking on the door.

“Mr Morningstar?” She called out, slowly opening the door and entering. He had one of the suites so she assumed he was just in one of the bedrooms.

“Ah, Maggie! Good to see you!” He popped up to her side and gave her a hug. She flinched, but then relaxed.

“It’s Vaggie, Sir,” She calmly corrected him.

“Vaggie, got it. Anyways, what brings you to my humble abode,” He asked, leading her to the kitchen area where he poured himself a glass of water.

“I- uhhh, I was hoping to talk to you about something,” She nervously looked around the room, trying to avoid eye contact. She really didn’t want to make this more awkward and terrifying than it already was.

“Oh, alright, let's sit then,” he walked over to the couch and gestured a hand to the one in front of it so they sat facing towards each other.

“So, I- Uh, Charlie wanted me to talk to you about some struggles I’ve been having that have to do with being a fallen angel,” she began, “I don’t even know how to start,”

She thought about it for a second and took a deep breath.

“What do you do when… you feel so ashamed for being an angel that you think it would be better if you were gone?”

“That’s a tough question. Mind telling me why you feel ashamed first?” he asked. He would probably have to tell Charlie about these thoughts. It definitely wasn’t healthy.

Vaggie’s memories and reasons why she was guilty flashed in her head. The people she’s killed. The souls lost. It's all her fault.

“I- I- I-,” She stuttered.

“Hey, it’s okay, take a deep breath,” he instructed. After she took a couple, she felt a bit calmer.

“I was an exorcist for years. I killed so many and hurt many more. I lied to Charlie, I lied to my friends, I even lied to myself. I kept saying that it was okay but it wasn’t! Nothing is okay! I’m not fucking okay! I’m a murderer.…” she confessed. He sucked in a breath but she wasn’t done.

“I wasn’t even punished! I- I deserve to feel hurt and pain. I deserve agony but no one will give it to me. My stupid wings are a constant reminder of the monster I am,” She began to stumble on her words as her lip began to quiver. She’s held so much in that she was an absolute mess now that she was talking about it. It made her headspace immediately fall like a bag of sand being thrown off a cliff.

Before she knew it, she started crying, sobbing even. Lucifer got really worried and moved to sit next to her. He wrapped his arms around her shaking body. She was very much ugly crying. The hiccuping, hyperventilating kind too. Why was he giving her comfort. He should be upset with her.

“Vaggie, you don’t deserve any pain. You’ve changed. You’re not deserving of a punishment anymore. You deserve comfort and help,” He told her in a calm, gentle voice. It was quite nurturing too.

Being a caregiver, he could notice easily when a headspace dropped and he could tell hers went deep down fast. He gently pulled her into his lap and began to rock her, trying to calm the baby down.

“Shh, shhh, you’re okay, we all forgive you, shh, shhh,” He spoke soothingly into her ear.

He made a rubber duck appear and held it in front of her.

“Look! It’s a ducky!” he sqeaked it, trying to get her attention. She looked up at it, still crying but not as many hiccups. Lucifer moved it around and made little quacking noises to entertain her. It seemed to help.

He gave the ducky to her once she stopped crying. She immediately tried to put it in her mouth.

“Ah, ah, ah, you don’t know where that’s been,” he took it out of her mouth and made a pacifier appear in her mouth. She sucked on while playing the rubber duck.

He lifted her up and placed her on the second couch. He snapped his fingers and her clothing changed. She was now in a thick diaper and onesie. Lucifer had babysat enough times to know what clothing helped her feel safe.

He brought her over to the bedroom and laid her down in bed before he took off his shoes and climbed in too. She seemed very clingy so he definitely would need to cuddle with her.

She snuggled up close to him as he massaged her scalp. He felt bad that she had to deal with all of this guilt. It was upsetting to say the least. Even though they weren’t very close, he still cared and worried about her.

He felt content once he heard soft snoring coming from the girl. It was a peaceful sight, knowing that she was no longer fighting her inner demons. He slipped out of the bed without waking her up and went back into the small living room area.

He brainstormed what kind of toys Vaggie would like. He wanted to make sure she had something to do when she woke up. After summoning a couple of blocks, a shape sorting game, and setting up a cute purple tent and filled it with a bunch of pillows and blankets, he sat on the couch and scrolled on his hellphone. He contemplated calling Charlie but he didn’t want her to think he wasn’t good enough to take care of Vaggie.

He sat there for a while until a scream erupted from the bedroom. He shot up and scrambled towards the sound. He followed it and opened the door. The sight he was greeted with was sad to say the least. The poor girl was shot up in bed, bawling while clutching the blankets. He could easily see sweat beads rolling down her forehead too. Using context clues, he realized that she must’ve had a nightmare.

“Sweetie,” he sat down next to her on the bed. He rubbed her back and kissed her forehead, waiting patiently for her to calm down. He wiped away her tears and held a tissue to her nose, which she blew into, clearing her sinuses. She cried for a minute or two until she was feeling a bit better.

Lucifer summoned a bottle filled with cold water and pulled her into his lap. A diaper change was in order afterwards but for now, he fed her the water, knowing that it would help. Once she finished it, she mumbled a “t’ank you,”

“You’re welcome, Little ducky. Do you want to talk about your bad dream?” Lucifer asked.

“Dun wanna think about it,” She told him. “Scary,”

“It’s okay, baby, you don’t need to talk about it. I have a small surprise for you but do you need any help getting your diapy changed?” He asked. She nodded, feeling way too small to do it herself.

He laid her down on the ground and began to make quick work of the change. Vaggie played with a small fidget cube so it wasn’t so overwhelming. Once he was done and taped everything up, he carried her on his hip into the living room where watched her play with blocks and sorting games.

Lucifer never realized how intense her trauma was. He was glad that he now knew so he could prepare for any future mishaps. It made him determined to be the best caregiver ever. He would make the small and scared fallen angel feel happy with herself again.

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pahtoosh · 1 year

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doctor daddy

[image ID: a behind the scenes photo of Sebastian Stan as Lee Bodecker from The Devil All The Time. He is standing with his hands in his pockets and looking off into the distance. /.end ID]

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18+

wc: ~980 words

warnings: Lee wants to beat someone up(no one in particular, he’s just frustrated), reader is in physical pain, mentions of painkillers, written on my phone, sappy and needy reader as usual. Lee carries reader.

a/n: this picture makes me giggle, I wonder what he’s thinking about.

pairing: lee bodecker x gn!little!reader

summary: Lee’s baby is hurting

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Pain and suffering: that’s all you knew. The sun never seemed so dull and the nights never seemed so cold. You wondered if you’d survive the ne-

“Baby?”

Oh! Daddy’s home!

Lee quickly toed off his shoes and met you at the couch, setting down his paper grocery bag along the way. You looked adorable swaddled up in a blanket with your stuffed bunny, but Lee’s heart couldn’t help but ache for you.

You’d been stuck on the couch all day. Standing or even sitting up required too much energy, not to mention that shifting positions could mean upsetting your body further.

Earlier today Lee wanted to call in sick and tend to you, but you assured him that you would be okay as he went on with his shift at the station. He lovingly carried you to the couch where he’d set up everything you could’ve possibly needed while he was gone. Blankets, painkillers, snacks, water, books, and the TV remote were all within reach. Your daddy left you with a kiss on the forehead and strict instructions to rest up, drink water, eat a snack, and call him if you needed help.

You obliged with a yes, daddy and made it through the next seven hours still in pain, bored, and missing your daddy. You were so happy when he came home, but your state meant you had to wait for him to come to you instead of running to meet him at the door as usual. Luckily, Lee wasted no time getting to your side. He’d missed you just as much as you’d missed him.

He held your smaller hand in his and gave you three gentle kisses on your forehead, the tip of your nose, and your puffed out lip. Lee normally loved your pouty face but knowing that this one was caused by your state of pain rather than an adorable neediness made it less enjoyable. He almost wished there was a single person responsible for your pain so he could take it out on them, but he knew all he could do now was be here for you.

“How ya feelin’ sweetie?”

“Hurts, Daddy.”

Lee muttered a curse under his breath and gently massaged the hand he was holding. “My poor baby. ‘ wish there was somethin’ I could do to help. I could beat up someone right now, makes me so mad seein’ my baby hurt like this.”

You shook your head and pulled his hand closer. “Just need Daddy.”

Lee smiled for the first time that day. “And you’ll get him, sweetheart. Just let me help ya out a little first, yeah? I stopped by the store and got somethin’.”

You raised your eyebrows in curiosity. Lee normally just bought the essentials, and you technically had everything you could need to recover at home already. He tucked your arm back under the blanket and began pulling stuff out of the bag.

“I gotcha a different kinda pain medicine, this one’s a cream. There’s a new thermometer, in case the old one wasn’ workin’ right and my baby really is sick. This here’s a new pair of socks to keep yer feet warm and protected. And this is a lollipop for being my good ‘n brave little baby.”

You admired your new socks and treat with a soft thank you daddy and let Lee fuss over you with his new supplies. He cleaned the new thermometer and let out a sigh of relief when it confirmed that you were at a safe temperature. He swapped out your old, worn-out socks with the new, softer ones. And then he carefully peeled back the blanket and your clothing to rub in the pain-relief cream.

After Lee washed his hands, he climbed in behind you on the couch, replacing the numerous pillows and blankets with his solid body. His round belly fit perfectly into the curve of your back, and his strong arms acted like a weighted blanket. He knew just how to support you to keep you comfortable and ease your pain.

In this position, he could also speak to you in a hushed tone and feel butterflies in his chest whenever you whispered back or snuggled closer to him.

You asked him about his day. He kept it brief, mostly talking about how much he missed you. He only shared the details of his work with you when you were at your big age; Lee was very diligent about preserving the safety of your little mind.

He turned the question on you, listening to you describe the episodes of Bugs Bunny you watched and what antics your stuffies got into today. He loved hearing about your inner world. Lee never got to explore his imagination too much. His responsibilities kept him tied to the real world, so he admired that you were able to keep that part of you alive while still dealing with your own issues.

The two of you fell into a comfortable silence before you were overcome with the need to tell your daddy how much you appreciate him.

“Thank you for takin’ care of me, Daddy.”

Lee kissed the back of your head. “It’s no problem, sweetheart. That’s what daddies are for. You feelin’ any better? That pain medicine doin’ its job yet?”

“Mhm.” You nodded and then turned your head to muffle your next sentence, shy about the sappy words about to leave your mouth. “Daddy’s the best medicine though.”

Lee chuckled and pulled you closer if that was possible. “Oh yeah? What makes ya say that?”

You squeezed his arms wrapped around you and wiggled against his belly, proving your point. “Daddy’s soft and cozy and strong. And Daddy gives the best cuddles.”

Lee shook his head, not believing how lucky he was to have you in his life. “Daddy loves you, baby. And I’ll never stop cuddling you.”

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mooodyblue · 5 months

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hello my dear lily!! no rush for this request at all but any time u feel like writing more cg!austin I would love to read some! maybe reader slips while they’re on vacation together. (yes I’ve been smiling looking at pics of kaia and aus in paris together 😭❤️)

sooo late but thank you for the request friend !!! hope u enjoy 🫶🏼

pastries and jealousy

pairing: cg!austin butler x gn!little!reader

wc: 1.2k

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austin was a busy man, never seeming to catch a break. but when he was presented with the opportunity to go to a launch party for his perfume in paris—he took that as a perfect opportunity for the two of you to have a romantic getaway.

paris was okay for the most part. you attended events with him, went for nice walks together, and stayed curled up in bed every morning till it was time to get up. it was nice to have some time with him after such a long time. you missed this, missed him. although, there was always a strong pang of jealousy whenever he was mingling with others at the fashion events he attended. he was yours, nobody else's. seeing him give that dreamy, bedroom glance to someone else made you feel awful.

after coming back from a launch party, the two of you were silent in the cab ride home and austin definitely noticed. austin often joked when the two of you were apart that he just had a feeling you weren't having a good day, so being next to you? he didn't even have to ask if you were okay or not.

he placed his hand on yours, resting between the two of you on the seat. “what's wrong?” he asked, glancing over at you staring outside the window. he got even more concerned when he saw your thumb slip between your lips—a habit you had when you were anxious about something. he reached over and grabbed your wrist, “don't do that.”

you let out a whine in response, crossing your arms with a huff as you looked out the window.

he couldn't help but chuckle to himself at the pout on your face despite your obvious annoyance. “you feelin’ little, baby?” he asked, rubbing your back gently.

oh, how you wished you could stay mad at him. his gentle touch softened you up, glancing at him and then down at your lap. “i dunno…” you muttered. before you left for paris, you promised yourself you wouldn't slip. not while on a much-needed vacation-that-wasn't-really-a-vacation. you didn't even pack your paci or a stuffie. what an awful time for you to suddenly regress.

“that's alright.” he pressed his lips against your temple and kept a hand on your back, trying to think of something to cheer you up or even help you fully slip. he had packed an emergency bag for times like this, except he had it at the hotel. but it was clear you needed a boost, and that's exactly what he was going to do for you.

he glanced out his side of the window, noticing a small bakery on the corner. never in a million years did he think he’d be giving you sweets for no reason, but he thought you deserved a nice pick me up…or maybe that was a valid reason.

you were surprised when he brought you to a small bakery, the fresh smell of baked goods and coffee filling the air the moment you stepped in. your eyes were glued to the glass windows, looking at the various pastries and breads the place had to offer.

there was so much to choose from….various macaroon flavors, cakes, sweet breads—it was taking everything in you to not jump out and down in excitement.

“....you hear me?”

you stood up straight, looking at austin. “huh?”

he put an arm around your shoulder, shaking his head, amused by how had suddenly drowned him out. “i said—you can pick out a few things. whatever you want, baby. my treat.”

“anything?” you gasped, looking back at the desserts.

“yes, anything.” he repeated. “i’ll even buy us a couple of hot chocolates, that alright?”

you let out another tiny gasp, holding onto his arm and stomping your feet excitedly. “i want whipped cream!”

he adored how excited you got over small things while little, he was practically beaming with happiness just by looking at you, unable to keep the smile off his face. “what's the magic word?”

“please!” you answered proudly.

“good job, baby!” he kissed your cheek and let you finish looking at the various pastries.

austin definitely splurged a little too much on you, but it was a local bakery—he even made sure to tip well. he got the two of you a seat in the corner to prevent anyone coming up to him or having anyone take sneaky photos of the two of you. this was his private time, he wanted to spend it well with you.

he had a tiny box of macaroons and a box of various pastries to share. you're brain wasn't able to fully pronounce some of the words, so you pointed as he told the barista what you were pointing at.

you thanked him as he set everything down on the table, holding the warm cup of hot chocolate between your hands.

as you were about to take a sip–austin took a sip first, giving you a soft smile and completely unaware of the white, creamy mustache on his upper lip. you let out a soft giggle, looking at him and covering your mouth to stifle back a laugh.

“what?” austin raised an eyebrow, “whats so funny?”

you kicked your feet under the table, giggling again. “you have whipped cream on your face!”

his eyes widened, looking at his reflection on his phone and turning red before going to wipe it off. “okay, okay. it's not that funny.” he mumbled, “eat a macaroon.” he quickly said to change the topic.

an eclair, tart, and a few macaroons later–you took a sip of your own hot chocolate, carefully holding the mug between your hands as you drank carefully. austin knew you were a bit clumsy when little, so he held up the bottom of the cup to give you a bit of support.

you set the mug down, your upper lip now covered in whipped cream.

he chuckled at you, “how cute.” he grinned. “seems like my mustache has somehow teleported to you.” he dipped his finger into his whipped cream and booped your nose, “there we go, perfect!”

“daddy!” you whined, dipping your finger into yours and getting some on his cheek.

“alright! okay! i surrender!” he laughed, wiping his face off with a napkin then wiping off yours. “silly baby.”

after finishing your hot chocolate, he tossed the leftover desserts in a bag and wiped up your face again—clearing of any chocolate or sticky residue from the sweets. “you still mad at me?” he asked, wiping off chocolate from the corner of your lips.

you sighed, “thought daddy got sick of me.” you said with a pout.

“me? sick of you? oh, sweetie.” he kissed your forehead, “you're my baby. i don't know what gave you that idea, but i’m yours and yours only. alright?” he stood up and took your hand, the other hand carrying the plastic bag. he led the way out of the bakery and back into the cool, crisp paris air, holding your hand as you wandered back to the hotel.

your arm was hooked under his the whole way, eventually stopping to look at him. “daddy?”

he gave you a soft smile, holding your hands in his. “what's up, baby?”

“‘m sorry for gettin’...jell–jel–jea—” you stammered.

he waved it off, “jealous. i think that's the word. it’s a big word, isn't it?” he crouched down, “a word that little ones like you shouldn't even be worried about.” he squeezed your hands gently, “i love you, baby. big or little, you'll always be my baby. are we good now?”

you nodded, looking down at him. “okay.” you hugged him tightly, almost making him stumble backward as he let out a laugh. “i love you too.”

#divider by cafekitsune #austin x reader #austin butler x reader #it's me writing this set in paris and then realizing after the fact u didn't specify where #i saw paris and went with it 💀#worked out tho #definitely miss writing cg aus

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littlespacereader · 2 months

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hi!! i just found ur account n love ur fics ૮ ᴖﻌᴖა could you do a matt murdock fic? (completely ok if not!!) no specific prompts in mind, just something including alot of comfort !! also preferably for a masc or gn reader💌 ty!!

I was looking through my inbox for a cute prompt so I could make a Valentine’s Day fic when I came across this adorable idea!!! Ahhhhh!!! Thank you so much for asking for a Daredevil fic!! Matt Murdock lives in my heart rent free! He would be such a cute CG!! I hope you don’t mind me making the reader GN so everyone could enjoy it as a Valentine’s Day fic. Please feel free to sent me another request! I love the daredevil show and would die to write another one like this! Please enjoy the fic everyone!

Happy late Valentine’s Day!💞 -Clara :)

Caregiver Little Day🧺💘

Caregiver! Matt Murdock & GN Little! Reader

Tags - hurt and comfort, tickling, surprises, picnic day, cuddling, hand holding

Nicknames - little navigator, munchkin & Dadee for Matt

Another rough day in New York City. It wasn’t really the City’s fault, nor was it my own. It just felt like life was getting harder and harder.

I’ve been working longer more exhausting shift at my job. Adding onto a long subway ride and long walk home to Hell’s Kitchen.

Sometimes Matt would be home but working on his next court case. So it would result in having a late dinner, small conversations here and there, then watching tv by myself while he went out to his second job.

Sometimes I would get home so late that Matt would already be out at his second job. I would just walk into an empty house with no one to talk to.

I can’t even remember the last time I regressed but did I need to now more than ever today. Everyone at my job was talking about their elaborate Valentine’s Day plans and what they think their spouse or partner was getting them.

With how busy things have been…I don’t know if Matt even remembers. I don’t blame him of course, he has two busy jobs! One saving lives in a court room and the other saving lives in Hell’s Kitchen. I just wish he could save me from my life.

Ding, ding. The subway arrived at my station in Hell’s Kitchen. I quickly get off and start the trek to mine and Matt’s house. The air is still chilly despite the ground hog saying spring was just around the corner.

I made my way up the stairs of my house and unlocked the door. I just wished and wished that maybe I wasn’t too late, maybe he was home and I could actually talk to him before he rushed out to be Daredevil. Maybe I would be able to tell him about my horrible day.

But my hopes were crushed when I returned to an empty house. Tears brimmed my eyes but there was no one to cry to, no one to be upset at except for the walls of the house.

I threw my stuff down by the door and just stormed off to our bedroom. I could feel myself getting upset by the second and in turn regressing without realizing it.

I grabbed my pillow, grabbed my blanket, then finally my little family of stuffies and threw it all onto the couch. I didn’t feel like sleeping but I also didn’t feel like being totally awake either, so it was a movie night with the stuffies on the couch type of night.

I quickly changed and grabbed my sippy cup from the kitchen before plopping down on the couch for the night.

I kept switching from show to show, trying to find one that helped me to relax. Stupid Valentine’s Day making me feel horrible!

Eventually when the clock hit somewhere between 2am and 3, I fell asleep while watching Blues Clues. Hoping that maybe when I woke up, Matt would be there to say good morning too.

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I woke up to the smell of something amazing! Was someone cooking? I slowly opened my eyes and realized I was still on the couch. But then I was met with a smile and..a balloon!?!

Matt looked over the couch and smiled seeing me awake. He grabbed the heart shaped balloon and brought it over to where I was sleeping.

“Good morning my Valentine! Happy Valentine’s Day Y/N!”

I just stared at him, both in shock and because…well…I just woke up…so I’m like half asleep here.

“You remembered?”

“I never forgot,” he smiled back.

He rounded the couch and took a seat next to me as I sat up. He handed me the red balloon as he began to talk. “Y/N, I know I haven’t been here as much as I’ve wanted to be for you, and I want to apologize for that.”

“It’s-.” I began to say before getting cut off.

“It’s not okay. I know you don’t want to hurt my feelings but it’s not okay that you’ve been alone as much as you have been. Coming home last night to you sleeping on the couch regressed and alone finally woke it up to me that there is something wrong in our lives. Between my two jobs I haven’t been home as much when you come home and I’m sorry for that. I’m especially sorry I haven’t been here a lot for Little you.”

“But that all changes after today. I’m making sure I’m home and by your side ever night. Especially if a certain someone comes home and is feeling a bit younger,” he added poking my stomach and making me giggle.

“Sound good munchkin?” He asked. I couldn’t believe my ears.

“No more Uncle Foggy keeping you at the office?” I asked.

Matt smiled and shook his head, “No more. If he want to keep talking to me about another case he can come home and join me. But I’m sure the moment he sees little old you, he’s going to have a change of heart.”

“No more Daredevil?” I asked worried. As much as I worried about him at night, I knew Hell’s Kitchen still needed him.

“Not as often anymore. And especially not if you regress. At the end of the day you’re my first priority. Then the city.” He explained.

I took in all the information then nodded, “Sounds good.” I smiled.

“Now,” Matt clapped, “I have a big day planned for us. I overheard someone talking about a Daddy-Daughter or a Mommy-Son day for Valentine’s Day and it got me thinking. What about a Caregiver-Little Day for our Valentine’s Day?”

I gasped and smiled, “That would be amazing!”

“I’ve got our whole day planned for us, nothing too spectacular or fancy but a fun day nonetheless!”

“Dadee?”

“Yes?”

“What’s burning in the kitchen?”

“Shit!”

Matt jumped up from the couch and ran over to the stove. I jumped up and followed and there, burning on top of it was an attempt at a pancake.

“I was going to make you breakfast in bed.” Matt chuckled. I laughed too.

“We both know Claire is the best cook out of all of us.”

“Karen too, I just hate to admit it.” Matt joked.

“Want some fruits instead?” He asked as he threw out the burnt pancake.

“Yes please!”

And so that’s how our morning started. Matt and I sat on the couch enjoy our non-burnt breakfast, a nice fruit salad.

Then came the first surprise. Matt went to the bedroom and grabbed a red gift bag with another balloon attached to it. I started laughing and Matt immediately smiled hearing my giggles.

“You haven’t even seen what’s inside the bag and you’re already laughing?”

“Dadee…the balloon has writing on it.”

Matt sighed as he sat down beside me once more. He couldn’t help but smile as he turned his head towards me, “What does it say?”

“It says happy 50th anniversary.” I giggled.

All at once the two of us started laughing like crazy together. It was such an honest mistake, after all how would Matt know, but a mistake that just made everything even more funny. Plus it wasn’t the first time he’s made that mistake. Last year for my birthday it was get well soon.

After the two of us caught our breaths from the laughter, he handed me the tiny gift bag. “Here, it’s just a little something to start our day off with.”

Before I ripped the tissue paper away, I paused and looked back up at Matt, “But I didn’t get you anything.” I said disappointed.

“That’s okay, you didn’t know I was going to surprise you.” He explained but I wasn’t so satisfied. Maybe I could find something on our adventures today.

After much delay I ripped the tissue paper away and pulled out the gift. It was a beautiful and soft blanket! But not the normal type of blanket…this is a picnic blanket!

“It’s a picnic blanket!” I smiled as all the possibilities of what we could do ran through my head.

“So what do you think that means for us today?” Matt smirked.

I gasped and smiled back, “WE’RE GOING ON A PICNIC?!”

“That’s right munchkin, we’re going to have a picnic today.”

I couldn’t help but lean over and hug him. All the stresses and all the dread of the day before washing away with this amazing day that has really just begun.

We both got changed out of our pjs and then spent the rest of the morning getting our picnic supplies together. After all, you can’t really burn a sandwich…or can you?

Well with our picnic supplies, new blanket, and basket full of food, we departed our house and made our way to our favorite park.

Once Matt locked the door, he turned to me and held my hand in his, “I need my little navigator to help us get to the park.”

The compliment always brought a blush to my face. I always loved walking with him through the city. I always told him what was happening around us and the crazy sights I was sadly witnessing.

But eventually we made it to the park! Matt helped lay the picnic blanket and I started to help set out our little lunch together. Then the two of us relaxed.

Matt draped one arm around me and I leaned into his side. The air was so calm with a little breeze here and there. It wasn’t sunny, a bit overcast. But I loved the overcast weather, it wasn’t as harsh on the eyes like a sunny day was. Everything was just right.

After eating our sandwiches we started to eat a little treat Matt bought for our day as well, a small box of candies. “No more than two.” He said sternly, but he didn’t have any heat behind it.

With our sandwiches and some candies eaten, the two of us relaxed on our blanket and just felt as the breeze swept over us occasionally.

I loved to watch the clouds go by. So as each one rolled by I would tell Matt what I thought each one looked like.

“This one…looks like an elephant fishing!”

“An elephant fishing? Why would they be fishing?”

“I don’t know. Maybe it’s their hobby.” I giggled.

“This onnnneeeeeee looks like a…a…banana with a sun hat!” I explained.

“What? What kind of sky are you looking at?” He laughed as well.

“Oh! Oh! This next one looks like-.” It looked like a flower wearing a dress. But the dress didn’t matter. What mattered was I had a brilliant idea.

“Wait here, I’ll be right back!” I jumped up.

“Don’t go too far okay?” Matt said before I took off. I ran around the sides of the park picking flowers that had already fallen. (I wouldn’t pick and kill them!)

With my tiny collection I returned to Matt. I sat beside him and took his hand in mine. “Ta-da! Happy Valentine’s Day Dadee! It’s a bouquet of flowers! I’ll describe each one for you.”

He lead his hand and had him feel each of the flowers I grabbed. Telling him how tall I thought they were and what color the flower was. All with Matt having the biggest smile on his face.

“They all sound beautiful. But it’s the thought that means the most to me. Thank you so much Y/N. I love them.” Matt pulled me into a nice tight hug. I rest my head against his shoulder and sighed happily.

Once we broke apart we just laid together, hand in hand on our picnic blanket. I rest my head against his chest and he rested his head on top of mine. The two of us just took comfort in being with the other.

“Maybe we should bring Aunt Karen and Uncle Foggy to this park? What do you think?” Matt suggested.

“No we gotta bring them to the park on Riverside!”

“Why’s that?”

“Because I wanna show Uncle Foggy the big slide there!”

“You think he’d go down it?”

“What do you think?” I laughed.

“Yeah, you’re probably right.” Matt laughed as well.

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babyanderson · 4 months

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i fink bout colorin wif ellie hehe

this is so short m sorry writers block is kicking my butt

“whatcha drawing, baby?” ellie asks, peering over to your paper.

“a kitty! lookie!” you say happily, picking up the paper to show ellie. she gasps, taking it into her hands. “this is so good, baby! you really did this all by yourself?” she teases and you nod. “nah, don’t believe you.”

“really, mama! i did! all by myself!!” you giggle back at her teasing, climbing into her lap. ellie places a kiss on your cheek, and you look down at her picture.

“you like mine? it’s a dinosaur!” you nod more.

“i want give one to dina an’ one to jesse an’ one for joel, mama!” turning round to face ellie, you exclaim. she smiles back down at you.

“i think that’s a great idea, baby.” ellie agrees, watching you get back to your colouring. she snaps a picture on her polaroid camera, saving it to show off to everyone later.

your fridge is covered in your drawings, ellie’s favourite being the one you did of her, joel and yourself sat around a bonfire. joel holding his guitar, you eating a smore as ellie stares at you, lovingly. ellie thinks about that night a lot.

“mama? mama, lookie! did for joel, mama!” ellie snaps back into reality, looking down at the colours being smushed into her face. she holds the paper still, smiling down at the purple owl on it.

“oh, baby, that’s great!” ellie says, kissing your cheek softly. “he’s going to love it.”

#agere #sfw agere #age regression #tlou agere #agere fic #agere writing #the last of us #little!reader #cg!ellie williams #ellie williams #agere ellie williams #ellie williams x reader #sfw the last of us

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littlehypnone · 2 months

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I cooked up a little thing as a part 2/companion piece to @tinymoon-beam's ficlet on swissalps and baby dew watching lotr. I started using elvish as my ghoulish, but here it actually is just elvish, so yeah. its silly and cute, hope you like it :3

It was Dewdrop who woke up again first, Swiss and Mountain following when he started squirming in the earth ghoul’s lap. The TV was still on, paused at a point not long after Mountain remembered falling asleep. Must’ve meant someone was there to do it.

The little ghoul was babbling to himself when Mountain and Swiss were properly waking up, soon getting a bit annoyed at the frozen screen.

“I guess there’s no harm in continuing,” the multi ghoul mumbled before a big yawn broke its way free. Mountain giggled and patted around for the remote. It took him surprisingly long to notice Dewdrop was munching on it, apparently having lost his soother when they were all asleep.

“You little monster, give it back,” he laughed at his little rumble when the remote was taken from him. Swiss dug up the soother in the meantime, though, so Dewdrop wasn’t complaining for long.

“Uvanimo,” he giggled just before taking it into his mouth. Mountain and Swiss looked at each other confusedly, not recognizing the word. (Monster.)

“Where did he get that from?”

“No idea but he knows about thousand languages, so…”

“Good point.” With that Mountain turned the movie back on, smiling at Swiss—also grinning—at how happy Dewdrop was watching the Lord of the Rings.

Minutes passed, two big ghouls cuddled up together with a nerd of a baby between them, pointing excitedly at the screen every time a moment he liked came up and babbling around his soother. Mountain and Swiss giggled at each of his happy little moments, such a fan even little like this. Especially little like this.

At some point the soother fell out of his mouth and Swiss reached for it, but before he could give it back to Dewdrop, the little ghoul spoke again, “Pendraid!” (Ladders.)

“What–”

“Did he just–” Swiss and Mountain stared each other down again, not believing their ears. They were at the battle of Helm’s Deep in the movie, and Aragorn had just shouted a command that sounded like... The earth ghoul grabbed the remote and moved the movie back a little bit to make sure.

“Mountain, my love…” Swiss started, a smile pulling at his lips. “Please tell me this little gremlin did not learn elvish.”

“He could’ve just repeated it, but…” Mountain chuckled.

“He learned elvish,” the multi ghoul burst out laughing, amusing Dewdrop. He giggled and clapped his hands happily.

“Herenya!” (Happy.)

“I’ve no idea what that means, little gremlin,” Swiss laughed so hard there were tears in his eyes. Mountain was no better, wheezing with a hand clapped over his mouth. “But you are too clever for your own good.”

Dewdrop only smiled proudly, and poked Swiss’ chest with a finger, “Anor.” (Sun.)

He turned to Mountain and repeated the gesture, “Onod.” (Ent.)

“Whatever you say, fire lily.”

#hypno writes #little ghouls #age regression #little dewdrop #cg swiss #cg mountain

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