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jjtheresidentbaby · 5 months

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˚. ❝₊˚ 𝘥𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘯 𝘥𝘢𝘺𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦 .2 ˚₊· | ☽ 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 1

» dean winchester x reader

͟͟͞꒰➳ summary: a second part to demon daycare, dean is trying to make a deal for sam to get revived but he didn’t expect the demon from before to answer his call

» a/n: a while ago @honeylamb-esther asked for a second part to this and I’ve just now gotten around to finishing it

» warnings: demon!reader, little!dean, crying, talk of death & canon typical events, this isn’t supposed to be about a certain death we saw in canon so you can choose when it takes place

You sigh as you turn around, someone summoned you for a soul selling and while you’re fine to write up a contract, it’s a tad bit boring. You’d much rather have a more important job than the run of the mill demon duties, but after you had let the Winchesters “get away” with their angel, the higher ups weren’t too happy, and you doubt they’d be pleased to find out you really let the three go. You couldn’t stomach harming them when Dean was in such a vulnerable state, Castiel and Sam had both thanked you for it by sparing your life so you suppose it’s all okay.

And when you look up only to be met with Dean Winchester himself, you feel that same surge of weird protectiveness in your chest. He looks a mess with red rimmed eyes and a wobbling chin he’s definitely trying to hide. You can take a wild guess that either Sam or Castiel died, or got stuck in some bad situation, that’s the only reason Dean would be so distraught.

“Dean, what are you doing here?” He sniffs and looks away with slightly blushed cheeks, obviously just now recognizing you from your voice.

“I need to make a deal, for Sammy.” The poor thing sounds absolutely miserable, hands shaking where they fidget with the brown coat he has on, it’s far too baggy to be Dean’s own. It’s probably Sam’s, and that makes you feel a horrid swell of hurt for Dean.

“I’ll see what I can do about it, but for now let’s sit before you collapse.” He’s definitely slipped into headspace as his legs are a tad shaky and he doesn’t put up a fight when you take his hand to lead him over to the abandoned couch in the dirt a few feet away. It’s not an ideal place to be, so out in the open, but there’s nowhere else you can go.

“Your Angel friend couldn’t help get Sam back?” Dean slumps his head to your chest once you’re settled on the couch beside him, you reach to run your hands through his hair, hoping to calm him. It’s been a while since you really had to comfort a human- sans that situation with Dean a couple months ago- so you’re not a hundred percent sure if you’re doing this correctly. It’s not an everyday occurrence that a human trusts you so blindly like Dean is right now.

“Cas is back in heaven, said there’s nothin’ he can do.” Tsk, angels, so useless.

“Well hopefully I’ll have more luck. But Dean, you do know a deal means you’ll have to pay your due at some point.” It’s not a question because you know he knows, it’s how he got stuck in hell before Castiel showed up.

“Just want Sammy back.” It’s more of a mumbled slur than a firm statement, not like you’ve heard him so many times before. The Winchesters might not know it but you’ve been around for a while, just silently watching and waiting, you know just how grief stricken they become when the other is gone. It usually manifests as anger, rage filled vengeance that no doubt causes more destruction before they get what they want, not a crying heap collapsed on a demons lap.

“This his jacket?” It’s pulled so tightly around Dean’s frame you swear it has to hurt. He’s holding it like you’ll rip it off his arms and light it on fire, like it’s something to be protected just as securely as he tries to protect Sam.

“Mm, he lets me sleep with it in Baby when he drives.” You hum along and remind yourself not to startle when he curls in further against you, arm curved over your waist and head pillowed on your collarbone.

“You can go to sleep now, we can discuss your deal when you wake up.” Not that you’re even sure if you can get Dean a deal, depending on why and how Sam died, it might be difficult. Nobody in Hell is fond of the brothers and most likely won’t be willing to have Sam topside again.

“M’kay.” You can worry about it later though, for now you just tug Dean in closer and settle back into the couch as you won’t be moving for a while.

#jj writes #supernatural agere #little!dean winchester #caregiver!reader #dean x reader #dean winchester

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lizziecanrailme · 2 years

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“Hey, Hey it’s okay”

Pairing: Little!Natasha x reader

Summary: She never told anyone about this side of her, she was afraid.

Warning: Age regression, hurt/comfort, fluff, Sad Tasha, Nat being adorable once again

A/N: @padmeswife inspired me to do this🫶, don’t mind how bad this is.

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It was your first night together, you’ve only been dating for a few weeks. Nat wanted to take it slow and you respected that. You’ve been a little concerned about her behavior these past few days. She’d get sheepish after being with you for about an hour, then leave.

It seemed like she was hiding something, you obviously didn’t wanna invade her privacy. So you just never asked, you did take note though.

You were both sat at the table with your coffee. For your first date you decided you should go get coffee. After a while, more people started to come in.

Natasha began to feel overwhelmed, ringing started to sound in her ears. She knew she would have to regress soon, her smaller self was desperate to get out. “Sorry but I—I got to go” she stuttered, you furrowed your eyebrows. “Oh that’s okay, do you want me to drive you?” you asked with a smile.

“No, No, it’s okay, um how about we go to the park tomorrow?” she said with a nervous grin. You nodded, and watched as she sped walked out the shop door.

As your flashback ended, you saw Natasha looking at the TV. There was a cartoon playing, which happened to be her favorite. Although you didn’t know that, you looked at her and saw a sparkle of excitement in her eyes.

You found it adorable, she turned her head and saw you staring. She looked down immediately, her face flushed red, feeling embarrassed. You noticed this and hesitated to touch her. “Can I touch you?”, she nodded.

You placed your hand on her soft cheek, “You don’t have to be embarrassed for liking cartoons sweetheart”. The pet name rolled off your tongue, Natasha’s face flushed again. You smiled, “You know you can tell me anything, I would never judge you.”

She snuggled into your hand and looked up into your eyes. Those precious emerald green eyes, you’d travel the galaxy for those eyes. “I haven’t told anyone about this, I’m just scared that I’ll get judged or hated.” You didn’t say anything, only listening as she opened up to you.

“I’m a little, or in other words I age regress” she explained with a slight quivering lip. “I—I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you”, she stated and began to sob. You were quick to pull her into a hug, putting your hand behind her head. “Hey, Hey it’s okay, you’re okay.”

Soft shh’s and comforting words left your lips. She buried herself further into you, her tears dropping onto your skin. You held her until you heard little sniff’s every few seconds. You pulled back to look at her face, tears were still making their way down her cheeks. Her eyes were red and puffy, it hurt you to see her like this.

“I’m not gonna hate you, judge you, or think of you negatively, I love you the way you are. Even if we haven’t been together that long, I.love.you, do you understand?”. She stared at you, her previous frown turned into a smile.

“I wov you too”, her response caused you to awe. “Hi little one, how old are you?” you asked her with a smile. She put up 3 fingers, “I thwee” she said in an adorable voice. “Three? Woah!” you exclaimed while laughing.

You never expected this, but you didn’t take it badly. You thought Nat as a little was precious, and you were going to support and take care of her.

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#little!natasha #caregiver!reader #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha x reader #fluff #hurt/comfort

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littletxt · 2 years

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okay, i’m back with little beomgyu x cg reader again.

beomgyu and reader got into an argument/fight and reader got so mad that she left the house. this made beomgyu scared till he regresses.

(at this rate, i think i’m angst anon🥺)

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🖤🤍🖤🤍🖤🤍🖤🤍🖤🤍🖤🤍🖤🤍🖤🤍🖤🤍🖤🤍🖤🤍

FEM-READER | ANGST

Warnings- mentions of alcohol/intoxication/swears

Wc: 2k+

Taglist: @pinkheadflowers @sweetiehyuka @woonie-muffin @desatando-me @ethie @djdudjdjkw @chariottie @kiki-woo @pastel-princess-please

This is better…

“You’re already going back on tour next week! How is it so hard for you to comprehend that I just wanted time with you? Was that not important enough to remember?”, you didn’t know when you’d started to raise your voice at him, all you could feel was how hot your ears were burning, spreading, boiling through your cheeks, your whole face as the anger you felt festered from the ground up. In reality, it wasn’t really anger; you were hurt, you felt betrayed. And nothing else could make you feel so small.

“Y/n! Are you kidding me? I already apologized!!”, your boyfriend snapped, throwing his favorite flannel off and onto the back of the couch, the relentless heat not doing anything to help his mood. Beomgyu was mad. And he rarely got MAD. Not to mention he was drunk and he’d dealt with you calling him all night when he was already out, already with the guys, already unable to do anything about what he felt was just a mistake that he’d have to take care of later. It wasn’t as if he purposely planned to hang out with the guys over the plans he’d made with you. It had honestly slipped his mind. Usually understanding himself, it didn’t sit well with him how you couldn’t do the same and he was frankly exhausted.

Drinks with the guys was how he celebrated a successful first tour, finally being home again, though it wouldn’t be for long since the tour was far from over yet, and seeing his friends again after being away for an entire month. Of course, he wanted to do the same with you; his love, his world. He wanted to share his happiness and cling to you for dear life to recharge his energy after being away and working so hard for so long. When Heeseung called him out to meet up, I’m a word, he got excited. Beomgyu had just wanted to share his adventures on tour in America with his closest buddies, relax and have a drink.

So, yeah. It slipped his mind that he’d planned to go out for dinner with you that night. Why you were upset wasn’t a mystery. But the only thing your boyfriend could do more was get down on his knees, beg and kiss your feet after apologizing so many times. There was no way he could go back and undo it, yet you couldn’t let it go, it made him a little frustrated to say the least.

The way he raised his voice at you, even though it was simply a response to you doing the same, was all too much. Tearing up, your car keys scraped loudly against the counter as you grabbed them and turned to leave with the bitter aftertaste of heartbreak.

“Where are you going?? Y/n, don’t do this. Come on!”, Beomgyu’s words slurred as he dizzily trudged toward the door to stop you. Admittedly, he’d drank a little more than he should have. So, how he’d stop you, he didn’t know. But it didn’t matter, he was met with a door slamming shut and a spear through the heart.

“Y/n…”, he turned his back against the door, the white walls that surrounded him spinning far too much to try to run after you. Tangling his fingers through his hair as he pushed his bangs from his sweaty forehead, he felt that awful, familiar stinging as tears flooded his vision. Was he really this pissed? No… he wasn’t. He felt like a disappointment.

How could he have forgotten and put you off this way? You were constantly on his mind when he was away, wishing you’d have gone with him. But when he comes back he goes out and gets drunk instead of making up for lost time with you.

“Good job, dumbass.”, he croaked, hot tears free-falling as he lowered his head, “You really fucked it up this time…”

You’d never took off like this before and he wasn’t sure where you went or if you’d ever come back. But of course, you would. Your things were still there, after all. But what if that was the only reason you’d come back…

“Please, no…”, he sniffled, trying hopelessly to rub the tears away as they came. Using the somehow slippery door handle, he dragged himself to his feet to search for his phone. If he had to apologize a million more times he would, he couldn’t just let you go like this.

How hard could it be to find a phone?? Apparently pretty damn hard since he’d torn through everything in his bag, his jacket, the decorative bowls on the counters and came up empty handed. Finally, at a loss, he stumbled to the bedroom you shared after pacing a groove into the dark wood floors of your apartment for what felt like hours. You were gone. He was all alone.

“Mommy hates me??”, shrinking into a puddle on the floor, Gyu hugged his knees, feeling the tears coming again, this time he feared they’d never stop. They splattered the knees of his worn jeans, a steady stream dripping from his chin as he sobbed out his heart.

The world felt to big, too scary. And his mommy left him all alone cuz he made you mad. Grabbing at himself; his chest, his arms he tried to hold himself tightly to combat the tight aching in his chest, his breath becoming frantic as the air around him thinned. With nothing left to do, he climbed into bed and fitted himself into his small pile of plushies. Caring little about the oven-like heat, he clutched the first one he could get his hands on. As he squeezed it tighter to his chest, doing his best and failing at self soothing, your scent reached him. It smelt of you.

“Mommyy-“, he choked out, sobbing harder, almost wailing into the fluff of the poor stuffed animal he was squeezing the life out of.

Walking down the isles of the 24 hour convenience store, under the harsh fluorescent lights, you found yourself struggling not to cry. What was all of this fighting for. Yelling at him? Was that really necessary?? He worked himself tirelessly, practicing when he wasn’t performing, constantly socializing and running himself ragged. You could forgive one of the most caring and attentive people you knew for being exhausted, couldn’t you? The poor thing was probably drained completely, your little introverted baby. He probably hadn’t regressed since the last time he had with you. It was something he needed.

Sighing to yourself, you grabbed some icy cold strawberry milk from the refrigerator and a pack of gummy bears before making your way back home. Wishing desperately that you could drive a little faster, you cursed the rainy season and your wind-wipers, the red traffic lights blurring through the smears and thudding splatter as they swished back and forth.

The door hadn’t been locked, to your relief. So, anxiously you turned the handle, only hoping he wasn’t still angry with you. But suddenly you began to wish he had been rather than being greeted with the heart-rendering weeping that filled your ears as you bit your cheek and latched the front door behind you.

No matter how much he cried, mommy still wasn’t there to hold him. Beomgyu had soaked through his plushy completely with snot, sweat and tears, but he couldn’t bring himself to move from the uncomfortable sticky, wetness, where it still smelled of you most. Whenever he regressed he completely lost concept of time. He couldn’t tell if it’d been hours or not even one since his mommy left him.

“Come back…”, his voice was hoarse from wailing and sobbing so loudly, terrified he was left alone forever, the world so scary without his mommy there to hold him.

He didn’t hear you come in or close the door. Nor did he hear your footsteps and the sharp inhale you took upon seeing his trembling figure curled up small amidst all the plushies you’d ever bought him. Though his heart was aching so deeply, his head was still in a floaty space and without you, it was so much more frightening than pleasant.

The yelp he let out when you broke into his headspace, slipping your arms around him as you lay in bed, your body circling his, it caused almost a physical pain. This wasn’t how you wanted things to go, how his first regression in so long should have went. With him feeling abandoned and panic-stricken due to your lack of understanding. Though it was both of your responsibilities, the fight, you couldn’t help but feel remorse.

“Mommy?!”, he practically shrieked, scrambling to face you and make himself small in your arms as close as he could possibly get until the two of you were molded together in a tangle of limbs. Neither of you cared what you’d been mad about anymore, only that you were together, unwilling to be a single centimeter apart until further notice.

“I’m right here, baby. Mommy loves you so so much…”

After some time, the sobs slowed to sniffles and Beomie nudged his face further against your chest wanting to smell the real thing instead of his silly plushy (sorry plushy).

“How are you feeling, baby bear??”, you lighting scratched your fingers against the back of his head, a little secret trick that always worked to soothe your precious puppy.

“Hungy.”, Beomie mumbled into your shirt, refusing to be separated from your body, still feeling a bit as if you’d disappear at any moment. A bit of warmth spread back through your body along with a smile, filling your baby’s tummy was something you could always do.

“You know that means we gotta get up, right, baby bear?”, your soft chuckle drifted into a sigh. Baby bear snuggles were your favorite but a happy tummy was good from preventing grumpy baby bear and you’d do just about anything to calm his anxieties after sending them through the roof.

The cutest little whines and grumbles poured from said baby bear as he squirmed to get impossibly closer, messing his purple hair in the process.

“What are you? My ravenous, feral baby bear??”, you tickled at his side.

“No, ‘m not!!”, he squealed away from your tickles.

“What kind of baby bear are you then??”, you pulled him back to your chest with a playful grin reaching ear to ear.

“Mmmmm… panda bear??”, Beomie giggled, red flooding his cheeks as he kicked his feet, still squirming away, knowing you were probably far from done with the tickle attack.

“With all this purple hair???”, you laughed, nipping at his ear through the wild mop of purple fluff on his head. Gasping, he reached for his favorite plushy and wedged it between you.

“Ryan bear!!”, he gave one of his usual, soft tee-hee’s and looked up expectantly with a sparkle in his red and puffy, boba eyes.

“I think you’re my Beomie bear”, kissing his forehead you brushed at his unruly, grape hair unable to stop yourself from beaming. All you’d been wishing for was to have time with him, to hold him and hear his sweet giggles after missing him so much.

Once you finally managed to drag yourselves out of bed, and through the picky bickering of your little who was still figuring out what he wanted to eat, you sat in front of the television, feeding your happily wiggling baby bear. After his tummy was full, he was back in your lap, cooling air from an oscillating fan blowing over the two of you in waves. Leaning against you, he sat in silence, feeling guilty, emotions creeping back on him.

“Sorry we didn’t go out, mommy…”, nuzzling into the side of your neck, he brought his arms close to his chest, trying to be smaller in your embrace. You cooed at how soft he could be, how sweet and sensitive, you’d never let him be sad. Holding him tightly, you yourself couldn’t think of anywhere else you’d rather be. You could always talk about things another day but you’d never get this moment back.

“That’s okay, baby…this is better.”

🧸Endnote: Gahhhhh this one really 💔💔💔 my poor Gyuie baby. Why can’t I let you be happy? Hah it’s okay tho 🥺 mommy will make it all better. 🌙🌙🌙 Really my fav anonieee I always thought I hated writing angst but honestly I live for it and can hardly write without a little bit of drama hehe. My first Beomgyu fic since Birthday Baby Bear!! Did I do your request justice 🥲?? Love you love you love you! Have you guys heard Ring???? It’s one of the new songs for TXT’s Japanese gbgb comeback!!

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thecooleralessa · 2 years

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For Mommy. (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)

pairing ; little!elvis presley x y/n (reader)

warnings ; age regression; a lot of cuddles, kisses and fluffy; safe for work (sfw); age regressed elvis; fem!reader; probably some grammatical mistakes.

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author notes ; i imagined the real elvis presley while writing, but you can imagine austin!elvis if you want to, that's totally okay. don't even waste your time if you don't like/support age regression, and please don't comment mean things, i won't even hear ya. english is not my first language so i sincerely apologize for any mistakes, but please be kind. i'm used to write with feminine readers, but i'll try my best in the future so i can bring up gender neutral and masculines readers :). this one is short but i'd love to write more with little!elvis, just tell me what you guys think. requests are always open, ask me anything if you want. big thanks to azriel for the headcanons he did on twitter, it gave me a lot of inspiration, thank you! guess that's all, so thank you and good reading! 🤍

the most famous man that had walked on earth, elvis presley, had tried to hide being little from you — he really, really tried. but his plan didn't work as he wanted to, specially when he met you. you've been closer and closer each day, always talking about everything anytime, it didn’t take so long for both of you become engaged to each other.

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you already suspected that elvis was little; he could acted childish sometimes, putting random things on his mouth, asking for cuddles and comfort nonstop. you didn't care at all, because you've love to take care of him since the beginning, but you always knew there was something a little more that he was scared of sharing. one night you simply asked him if he was little. you never saw him so nervous.

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“baby, look at me,” you grasped his chin and tilted it up, his eyes were getting watery. “it’s okay. i would love to take care of you. you’re my baby.”

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he smiled weakly, closing his eyes to enjoy the attention you were gaving to his cheeks, making circles with your thumbs at his skin. “you’re sure? you don’t... don’t find it strange? or gross?”

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“no, baby,” you assured him. “i would never find it strange, or gross. never, baby.”

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“thank you,” he opened his eyes, looking at you with a relaxed expression. “you’ll have to take care of me all the time now, y’know that?” he smiled.

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“i know,” you answered, giving him a kiss on the cheek. “i’d be more than happy to become your mommy.”

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he smile became bigger, and he giggled as he hugged you. “thank you then, mommy,” he muffled against your skin. you smiled as you pat his head.

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now it's been a couple of months you had known elvis is a little. you never minded it — actually, you were more than happy to take care of him. he is and would always be your everything, and you knew how much he needed you, so it was the bare minimum, and you loved to do it anyway. however, elvis would just... test your patience sometimes. you knew that he did it for attention, negative or positive.

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“baby, it’s bedtime,” you calmly protested. “you need to rest so you can do your best tomorrow. i don’t my baby to feel tired.”

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“i don’ wan to,” he spat back. “i wanna play mor!“

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you softly grabbed his hands, looking at him. “my sweet angel, you need to organize your toys, change into your pajamas and sleep, baby. don’t you wanna sleep with mommy?” you softly asked him.

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“no!” he shoots. “and yu can’ tell me wha to do!”

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your soft expression was quickly destroyed; with a now sad face, you sighed as you took his toys away from him to put in inside the big wooden box.

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“mommy, no! i was playin’!” he protested. “give it bak!”

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“no baby, i’m not giving it to you.” you answered as you locked the wooden box. “for some reason, you’ve doing an attitude all today, little one. you’ve been really mean to mommy, you hurt mommys’ feelings.” you looked at him dead serious.

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and suddenly, you saw elvis’s bottom lip tremble. he crawled to you and hugged you tight. “‘m sowwy mommy, i didn’ mean to hurt you!” you quickly realized that all he wanted was just attention. maybe he just wanted to spent more time with you. you smiled as you hugged him back, your hand doing circles on his back.

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“it’s okay, baby, it’s okay,” you kissed his cheek.

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“will behave mysef,” he sobbed. “i wanna sleep with mommy.”

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“thank you, baby. you’re such a good boy,” you said as you booped his nose and dryed his tears. “the bestest boy a mommy could ask for. c’mon, let’s change your clothes, little one.”

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you held his hand and helped him to get up. you both went upstairs in silence. you could see how sleepy elvis was by just looking at his face. you both entered the room and elvis immediately sat on the bed, his head looking heavy.

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“are you sleepy, little dove?” you asked.

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“hmm, no...” he answered, you chuckled in response. you started searching for his pajamas on the wardrobe.

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“oooh, i found something interesting!” you said. you could hear him moving in the bed, trying to see what you got. you turned around and walked in his direction, showing him his favorite pair of pajamas, colored with pink and velvet. the second you showed it to him, he smiled big. he grabbed the clothes, looking at you. “those are ma favorite, mommy! i love it so much!”

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“i know, baby,” you said with a smile. you loved seeing him happy. “but you remember what you said before, right? that you’re gonna change and sleep with mommy?” just to mess with him you trickle his tummy, making him laugh out loud.

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“yes, mommy!” he said between the laughs. “i p’omised yu!”

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“my good boy,” you kissed his forehead, massaging his cheeks with your hands. “i’ll take your shoes off.” you announced, kneeling on the ground as starting to take his shoes, leaving them aside. you were about to take off his socks, but he didn't let you. “what’s wrong, baby? you wanna stay with your socks?”

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he nodded. “‘s cold.”

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“it’s okay, baby. you look cute with them anyways.” you said as you started tickling his feet, making him laugh again. you stood up from the ground, looking at him once again. “may i change you?” you asked, receiving a nod. “okay baby, hands up, please.” you proceed to calmly pull off his shirt, and then his pants. his top and bottom were quickly replaced by his favorite pajamas. he looked adorable. “is it comfy, baby?”

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he nodded, suddenly lifting his arms in your direction. “hug me, mommy?”

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“of course, baby,” you hugged him tightly and filled him with kisses, making him giggle in response. you lay on the bed with him, quickly putting the blanket over him as you hugged him tight.

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“mommy,” he called you. “can yu read a ’istory for me before bed time?”

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“of course, baby.” you put him in a comfy position, letting him sleep with his head on your arm while being close to your chest. your mouth was close to his forehead, so you left a kiss there behind. your hands rubbed his back, and then his hair, giving him a lot of love.

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“once upon a time,” you started. “there was a greek king named midas.”

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elvis giggled. “funny name.” you chuckled with him, kissing his forehead before continuing.

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“he was very rich and had lots of gold. he had a daughter, who he loved a lot. one day, midas found an angel in need of help. he helped her and in return she agreed to grant a wish. midas wished that everything he touched would turn into gold. his wish was granted. on his way home...” you stopped suddenly when you heard elvis’s heavy breathing. you observed his chest going up and down calmly, smiling like a fool. “if i was midas,” you whispered, even knowing he wouldn't hear you. “i would wish that i could have you in my arms forever.”

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you kissed his forehead, whispering a “good night”, and closed your eyes. you both were tired, so it didn't take so long for you to fall asleep.

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bright in early next morning, thr sun peeped through a window, illuminating the room in its pearly glow. the strip of the winter sun warmed your feet as you slowly open your eyes, feeling dizzy for a second because of the sudden light.

ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ

“baby?” you softly shaked elvis, placing a kiss on his cheek. “it’s already morning, sunshine. time to get up.”

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elvis grunted as he slowly opened his eyes. he turned to face you, but his expression scared you; he looked sad and tired.

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“my sweet baby, what's wrong?” you asked as your fingers fixed his messy hair,

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“tired,” he said. “not gettin up.”

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“are you feeling little, love?” you asked. he answered with a nod. “and how little are you feeling today?”

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elvis thought for a minute before holding up two fingers on each hand indicating he was four.

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“my sweet little angel,” you kissed his forehead. “do you want to sleep more?” you asked. elvis nodded while he buried his face into your neck. you let your fingers run though his messy black hair, knowing how much he loved being pat.

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“no tell anyone, mommy, kay?” he muffed against your skin. “prewwy p’ease?”

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“i won’t baby, i promise,” you assured him as you truly smiled about how adorable he was. but you really wouldn't let him get up from now; he needed to rest and you knew it. no man, be it his father or even colonel, would take your baby off bed.

ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ

“pinky?”

ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ

“pinky.”

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“i lov you, mommy,” he held you tightly. “thank yu.”

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“i love you too, baby,” you kissed his forehead. “rest well, sweetie. i won’t let you go. never.”

#elvis presley x reader #elvis presley #elvis x reader #austin butler #austin!elvis fic #austin!elvis x y/n #elvis presley x y/n #age regression #fluffy #age regression fic #age regression imagine #sfw regression #sfw little one #caregiver reader #caregiver!reader #little!elvis presley

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lokislittlemidgardian · 2 years

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Panic attack

Content - little!steve, caregiver!reader, panic attack, age regression, soft toys, bottles, cuddles, colouring in, reassurance, dummy use, brief mention of readers anxiety, Disney films, small mention of blood and violence, not proofread, don't like don't read.

Summary - steve had always had anxiety and it gets worse when hes little, luckily his mommy knows exactly what to do.

Authors note - little!steve is very unappreciated and it makes me sad, I really hope you still enjoy my caregiver!reader works even though the majority of my work will always be little!reader. As always dni if nsfw<3, I hope you enjoy<3

Steve's mission had been brutal today.

There was so much violence and too much blood, normally it didn't bother him but last night he had been on the verge of slipping but he had been interrupted by the strategy meeting.

You were really worried about him.

The second he made his way across the threshold you saw the fight against his regression leave him his eyes getting cloudy.

"Hi baby" you said cheerfully getting up from your seat on the sofa tossing your magazine to the side of you.

Not hearing a response you pressed slightly harder "Stevie baby?" You said gently hearing soft pants coming from his mouth and watching him walk away quickly to your bedroom.

You knew the symptoms of a panic attack having anxiety yourself, you hated seeing your little angel go through it aswell.

Gently opening the door you saw him sitting on the edge of the bed his breathing erratic looking down at the soft carpet.

"Feel weird mama" he sobbed rocking himself slightly tears brimming at his water line. "Oh baby I know it's awful I know your okay" you comforted him stroking his hair gently bringing his head to rest on your right shoulder.

"Whats happening mommy" he asked looking at you desperately, quickly realising that he couldn't make out what was happening to him in this headspace you were quick to explain it to him.

"Sweetheart your having a small panic attack okay, it's alright mommy gets them sometimes to your going to be okay baby" you soothed kissing him gently on the temple.

"Promise" he asked holding shaky pinkie finger out to you "I promise little one" you sighed tracing calming circles over his tactical suit.

His tactical suit, of course.

"Angel why doesn't mommy get you out of the suit do you think that might make you feel a bit better?" After steve nodded his head you unzipped the suit and made your way over to his chest of draws.

Pulling out a blue jumper and some grey jogging bottoms you walked back over to him and quickly got him dressed.

Looking carefully at his features you could tell he still felt on edge but the difference in his behaviour was definitely better.

"Do you feel a bit better now angel?" You cooed kindly down to him "yes mama" he giggled holding your thumb in his hands. "Aww sweetheart, your so lovely" you gasped placing a kiss to the tip of his nose making him giggle harder.

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A few hours had passed since Steve's panic attack and you had spent the rest of the night taking care of your little boy.

You had seen 2 disney Movies so far and you were now onto the third one "the little mermaid" it was probably Steve's favourite Disney film as it was the first one he watched when he first got out of the ice.

After singing along with him to under the sea you quietly pulled out out his dummy with his symbol imprinted on the shield and gently eased it into his mouth.

Reaching down to your beside table you pulled out a box of colouring in pencils and two separate colouring in books.

"How about you colour in a page and mommy will do one with you baby?" You asked stroking some of the hair that had fallen in front of his eyes away. "Yes please mama" he said behind his dummy with a smile pulling out a red pencil to colour in sebastian the crab.

Halfway though colouring in with him you looked over and saw how happy he was now compared to earlier feeling a warm feeling start in your chest.

This was the first time you had dealt with something like this before with his regression and you were very proud of how you handled it.

"Mama" you heard his small voice say from behind the dummy "yes baby boy?"

"I love you mommy" he said leaning his head onto your shoulder again.

"I love you too little soldier."

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writethrough · 1 year

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Hi! I came across your post about you doing requests, and I just wanted to know if you would be comfortable writing a SFW age regression story with a gender neutral caregiver reader and little Malcolm? No hard feelings at all if you aren't

I'll Watch Over You

(Young!Malcolm Bright x Gender-Neutral Caregiver!Reader)

Warnings: None besides some bad vibes from Martin Whitly, and an overwhelming need to protect little Malcolm.

Word Count: 718

A/N: Thank you so much for this request! I hope this is what you had in mind (if not, message me and let me know!)

I had the idea that Reader attends Harvard and that's what makes Malcolm want to go there when the time comes.

This was a little different for me to write, but I enjoyed it once I figured out what I was doing (that took a while). I hope you like it! (And this gif was too stunning not to use. Just look at those edges!)

You’d been Malcolm and Ainsley’s caregiver for about a year now. Three-year-old Ainsley was as bright and happy as possible for a baby girl, while Malcolm was quiet for a nine-year-old.

He was also curious.

Every day, there’d be a new question for you.

What’s your favorite season?

When’s your birthday?

Why are you going to college?

That last one made you chuckle.

Malcolm enjoyed learning new things, but school made him uncomfortable. He didn’t come outright and say it, but you knew firsthand that kids could be mean. You just hoped the advice you’d given him helped in some way. Made him realize that he never had to change for anyone.

He seemed interested in your schooling, especially when you told him you only had one class on certain days and the rest of the day you did anything you wanted. And that led to a question that almost broke your heart.

“So, you want to be here?” His eyes were downcast, fingers rubbing against his knees. The sulking of his shoulders and the doubt in his voice were things no child should ever feel.

You put on a smile, even though you wanted to shed the tears behind your eyes.

“I want to be here,” you said.

When he looked up, he was smiling—small—but genuine. And you had to stop the sigh of relief.

Martin and Jessica Whitly were nearly always out of the house. Mrs. Whitly was the beautiful socialite of high society. Dr. Whitly was a renowned surgeon. If Martin wasn’t working and Jessica wasn’t brunching, they were at parties raising money for this charity and that.

They loved their children. They were their whole world. However, you wondered if they really knew their children. Of course, Ainsley was young but opinionated nonetheless. It was Malcolm you worried about, especially with Dr. Whitly.

You weren’t sure what it was about him, but whenever you interacted—which wasn’t much—he seemed too together. His smile felt attached, like a mask hiding fangs. You wouldn’t have noticed anything wrong if it weren’t for his eyes. They were…hollow, in a sense. They only filled when he was with his son. And at first, you thought it was sweet, but the longer you knew them, it felt off.

You loved your job. You really did. You were paid well and had a flexible schedule, and the Whitly’s even let you host a study group when finals came around. But your gut told you not everything was as picture-perfect as it seemed.

After you had put Ainsley down for a nap and pulled out your book, Malcolm walked in.

“Hey Malcolm, everything okay?” you asked, giving him a small smile.

The little boy shrugged and sat beside you, eyeing your book. You held it out for him.

“Want me to read it to you?” you asked.

He didn’t answer, still avoiding your eyes.

It was like you saw yourself at that age, untethered in a way you didn’t know how to explain. You remembered seeking out one of your parents but not saying anything. You needed comfort and didn’t know how to ask for it.

You bit the inside of your cheek.

“It would help a lot if I could read this out loud—help me memorize the story. Would you mind if I did that?” you asked gently.

He slowly shook his head and settled into the back cushions.

“Great.” You leaned back and opened your book.

You kept your voice low—less like you were reading to someone and more like you were doing it for yourself.

And ever so slightly, Malcolm’s head drifted to the side. He caught himself a few times, and you had to stop from chuckling the more he did it. But soon enough, his head hit your shoulder, and his breathing evened out.

You regarded him silently.

He had so much courtesy for his parents, but you always sensed something was missing.

It was hard to shake how excited he got when you arrived. Maybe it was because he knew you were here for him and his sister. Not to set up for a party or to impress his parents. Someone genuinely interested in hearing what he had to say.

You sighed softly and carefully flipped the page. You’d stay here as long as he needed.

Taglist: @phenomenal-bird, @steph-speaks

If you’d like to be added to any taglists, please comment or message me with the character you’d like updates on.

#Malcolm bright #Malcolm bright fluff #young!Malcolm bright #Malcolm bright x platonic!reader #Malcolm bright x gender neutral reader #Malcolm bright x gn!reader #prodigal son #Malcolm bright x caregiver!reader #young!Malcolm x caregiver!reader #caregiver!reader #Malcolm bright oneshot #Malcolm bright imagine #Malcolm bright imagines

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rolling-restart · 11 months

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trying to help little lance with his fear and anxiety of his caregiver leaving by having a little bucket of toys in each room with you so he can still be with you and you can get your chores and what not done!

🦦 (i would also love to claim this emoji if possible!)

Hello there,

It took me a while to get back to this, apologies first.

I think your ask subtly refers to this post of mine where I established the characterisation of little!Lance.

His journey of being a little hadn't been easy. Even though the fear and anxiety usually prompted other littles to drop, it held Lance back from dropping, at least in the presence of other people. You didn't believe that Lance had a distrustful nature. It was simply because he fooled around too much and received confusing and mostly negative feedback on his needs. He thought it was okay, it already felt pervasive enough to him that he didn't expect anyone to accept it.

The difference in your dynamic from the ones he had before was striking. Firstly, you needed to work hard to get him out of his shell and regress around you. This led to a bit of a lack of communication since Lance tried to hold back and failed in most of the instances. If only he decided to let you know he felt like he was going to regress, everything would've been much easier but you still felt lucky that you could be around him at a moment like this.

Since you had no prior warning before he regressed, you decided to be ready. All the time. You kept toys in all rooms, also hoping that it can induce a lighter mood and maybe normalise his needs in his own mind. Those toys proved to be very useful when he actually regressed. It turned out that you getting in and out of the room while he watched a cartoon stressed him out immensely because he had poor object permanence. You soon understood that you have to bring little Lance everywhere with you if you want to avoid a meltdown. Doing laundry? Little Lance is sitting on the washing machine, telling you about the very cool toy he saw on the TV. Cooking? Little Lance is on the counter, bouncing his legs. Toys were useful because you realised that the presence of a toy bucket in a room helped little Lance feel welcome in that room. It was almost like it was permission, permission for him to be there so you put one in each room, luring Lance one from the other when you wanted to take him to the table before dinner or to the bathroom to wash his hands after he played with his food.

One time, when you forgot to put a bucket in your office, it completely broke your heart to see little Lance, lingering at the door, eyes filled with tears. You had to remember that when you left the room, in his little mind thought that you abandoned him, completely, You took the baby in your arms, whispering apologies and stopped working on point. Nothing was more important than your little baby's mood.

(emoji added to the pinned post!)

#🦦#answered asks #little!drivers #little!lance #caregiver!reader

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littletail · 7 months

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Please may I have a Fairy tail age regression scenario of Edolas Caregiver! You (Gray Surge's older sister who is a Caregiver to Little! Gray Surge) meeting the Earthland! Little! You (Gray Fullbuster's younger sister who is a little and Gray Fullbuster is her Caregiver) in Edolas...Edolas Caregiver! You found it extremely weird to meet the little! Version who is a little in Earthland..and surprisingly it was the same feeling for your little counterpart..and Edolas! Caregiver! you found it so sweet of how Earthland! Little! You was so shy of meeting the Edolas counterpart who is a Caregiver..Earthland! Little! You hid her face on Caregiver! Gray Fullbuster's shoulder when Edolas! Caregiver! You greeted her in a friendly manner..it wasn't everyday that you get to meet your counterpart. Little! Gray Surge didn't like it very much that his Caregiver! Edolas! You was paying attention to another little and got rather clingy to his Caregiver! Edolas! You considering his headspace of a toddler..Edolas! Caregiver! You weren't planning on replacing your little! Gray Surge because apparently that was what he thought when he saw his mama (Edolas! you) talking to her little! Counterpart..Caregiver! Edolas! You loved your little! Gray Surge too much to do that to him and your little! Earthland counterpart already had a caregiver in Earthland (Earthland Gray Fullbuster is her caregiver in Earthland to your little! Earthland counterpart).

Edolas Reader

You were used to a lot of things. Life isn't exactly boring when your Guild is labeled as ‘Dark’ by the king and you’re constantly hunted down by his best soldiers.

And then a bunch of Fairy Tail counterparts who were able to use magic naturally without any form of trinket or tool came to the kingdom and pretty much upended everything.

And then several years passed, and just when things seemed normal, they got weird again. Lucy walked into the Guild, bringing the same counterparts from before with them.

You admittedly blanched when you spotted the counterpart to your precious Snowdrop walking in, carrying your own counterpart in his arms. The Little was quiet and rather shy, a far cry to your own personality, but that just made her all the more adorable.

She hid her face in the Earthland Gray’s chest. As much as you wanted to coo at how great of a Caregiver your precious boy was, it was probably for the best that you didn’t as you didn’t know his Earthland counterpart that well.

“Hello, sweetheart,” you instead say to your own counterpart. The poor thing looked nervous and likely needed some reassurance. Your point was only proven further when she buried her face into Gray’s shoulder.

“Don’t be afraid. You’re safe here,” you said. Gray chuckled and adjusted her in his arms, “She has a hard time meeting new people. Even when those new people are.. well.. us.”

“I believe it,” you said, “Gray is the exact same.”

Speaking of, you couldn’t help but notice that the Little in question hadn’t left your side ever since meeting the Earthlanders. He gripped your arm and he stared at them.

Looked like someone was a little clingy and jealous.

You wrapped your arm around his shoulders, pulling him close, “Sweet little Snowdrop, you want to meet Earthland you?”

Gray grumbled quietly. You knew what he wanted. He wanted you to stop paying attention to a different Little.

“You don’t need to be so clingy, Snowdrop,” you lead him away, keeping him close, “You are my Little. Nothing is going to change that, so don’t worry about it, okay? I swear, you are the only Little for me.”

You kissed his forehead, prompting a happy giggle out of him.

“My sweet baby boy. I wouldn’t trade you for all the magic in Edolas.”

#littletail #request #little!reader #caregiver!gray #edolas!reader #caregiver!reader #edolas!gray #little!gray #sfw agere

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remusslove · 1 year

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Mattheo going to his mommy after getting made fun of for acting like a baby when he’s in little space

“Jesus mattheo what’s going on?” Adrian says panting heavily. He just saved mattheo from falling off his broom. “Nothing” he mumbled looking down at the ground with his eyes glossed over even though he wasn’t crying. At least not yet.

“You’ve been playing horribly all day. It’s almost like your a fucking baby.” Those words made mattheo’s heart ache. “Get a fucking grip and come back tomorrow, and act like a big boy hm?” Mattheo pushed past him and hurriedly fled towards the door blocking out the laughter.

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“It’s alright mattheo calm down. Tell me what happened.” You said as gently as you could to the boy who was softly sobbing into your shoulder. “Called me a baby” you frowned rubbing soothing circles on his back. “Your not a baby mattheo.” He instinctively melted into your touch. “M’ a big boy right?” You whimpered. “Of course mattheo. My big boy.”

#little mattheo riddle #little mattheo #little!mattheo riddle #little!mattheo #cg reader #cg!reader #caregiver!reader

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jjtheresidentbaby · 1 year

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ demon daycare ໒꒱ ⋆ﾟ⊹

|| dean winchester x reader | part 2

prompt: imagine dean got caught by a demon and it distressed him to the point he involuntarily regresses and the demon just looks at him and goes "Well what else can I do?" and cgs him, and its a good time

a/n: for @teddybear-kiddo <3

warnings: demon!reader, little!dean, involuntary regression, knives, minor injuries, canon typical demon stuff, swearing

You twiddle the tip of your knife on your thigh as you take a minute to breathe, you’ve captured the infamous Dean Winchester, you deserve a breather. Any other demon that’s taken either of the Winchester brothers has either not lived to tell the story or has warned against going anywhere near either of them.

As you look over to Dean you really don’t see the big fuss, if anything he looks particularly small compared to what you imagined. He had been a bit mouthy at first but that died quickly, still hasn’t given up the information you need though. It’ll come soon enough and hopefully before his brother comes busting in with that angel you know they drag around.

“You ready to talk yet?” You crouch down by Dean’s face, knife still held in hand, there hasn’t been much damage done aside from a nice looking cut on the side of his jaw. It’s artificial, won’t even need stitches.

“Hello? Im talking to you-.” You shut up seeing the tears falling down the Winchesters face when he turns to you. It takes you off guard for more than one reason, the biggest being that this is Dean Winchester, professional demon hunter and killer, not who you were expecting to be crying over a little cut.

“It’s just a cut, it’ll heal.” Your brow furrows watching how Dean only grows more upset and starts to thrash in the ropes holding him against the concrete pole in the warehouse you’ve dragged him to.

“I- I know.” He sniffs. It twinges something in you, something you have felt in a long time being a demon. You sigh to yourself, looking Dean over again, and god damnit you’re really considering untying him.

“Okay, tell me what’s wrong?” Dean’s cheeks blush fiercely under the question, trying to duck his head away only your hand catches his cheek to hold him steady.

“I- I want Sammy.” He whimpers quietly. He sounds like a child. Then it hits you, he looks like a child, sounds like one, fuck.

“If I untie you can you be good and not run?” Dean nods jerkily to you and you pray to lucifer he keeps that promise as you undo the knot at the back of his wrists.

The ropes drop, Dean doesn’t bolt. Step two you suppose, you know there’s a first-aid kit somewhere around here, it’s hung on the wall from when the warehouse was still in use. It should have everything you need to patch up Dean’s face.

“Stay here while I go grab a first aid kit.” Before you can fully stand Dean’s hand grabs yours, eyes big and pleading, as if he doesn’t want you to leave. He’s younger than you assumed, you know what age regression is, whoever your vessel is has a few facts about it stored away, it seems to be coming in handy.

“Okay, but no running.” You wait for Dean to stand, watching with a small smile how he stumbles and reaches to hold onto you tighter for balance.

It takes no time at all to grab the first aid kit and sit Dean back down to start cleaning the cut. After disinfecting and placing a butterfly strip to hold the wound together, you pet a hand through Dean’s hair. He leans into the touch and before you know it, he’s laying on your chest, arms around your waist and his head nuzzling closer towards you.

“Aren’t you scared? I’m a demon.” You ask a little breathless, a weird warmth is buzzing in your chest, you don’t know what it is but you like it. It grows when you wrap your own arms around Dean’s back.

“You’re not scary, you helped me.” Your instincts take over as you lean to press a kiss into Dean’s hair, you like this much more than the previous violence.

You two stay like that until Sam bursts in with Castiel in tow, both largely confused by the scene in front of them, but also relived that you haven’t done any serious damage to Dean. And as they all walk out to their car, you’re a little sad to see Dean go, maybe you’ll have to pay him a visit soon.

#jj writes #supernatural agere #little!dean winchester #caregiver!reader #dean x reader #dean winchester

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lizziecanrailme · 2 years

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Shy little

Pairing: Caregiver!Reader x little!Nat

Summary: You’ve been taking care of Nat for months now, but she’s still shy around you.

Warnings: Age regression, Natasha being very adorable, fluff that’ll probably give you an aneurysm

Translations: Таша = Tasha

A/N: There are very few of little!Nat fics :(

〈☆〉

It was a normal evening, you were making dinner for you and Nat. She was busy watching cartoons on the television. She was lying on the couch, she looked so small and it melted your heart.

As you were chopping the vegetables, you heard tiny footsteps patter across the floor. You looked to your side and saw your little one, staring at you with those big green eyes. They were filled with pure innocence and wonder.

“What do you need Таша?”, she looked down and fiddled with her hands. She then took her paci out of her mouth and looked up at you once again. “C—Can I elp?” she asked in a quiet voice, you instantly smiled. Natasha doesn’t usually ask to do things because of how shy she is.

“How about you peel the potatoes”

〈☆〉

#little!Natasha #caregiver!reader #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha x reader #fluff #Nat is shy #she’s just adorable

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colourstreakgryffin · 3 months

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Teen!Reader finding Alastor all beaten and bruised after the finale and getting worried, insisting in patching him up, etc, while Alastor during the entire time is having a moment of realization like "oh, this kid ACTUALLY cares about me"

(This is platonic obviously, reader sees him like a weird older brother/father figure and looks up to him idk)

I love it. Simple, enjoyable and to be honest, we’ll just pretend Alastor had his sick solo in the finale before we showed up and I suppose Al will be quite unhinged and aggressive in this state so goddamn. Also, my second time writing about the finale

Platonic! Alastor- Reaching Out

“You son of a bitch, I am trying to help you!” You growl out, now half-wrestling with the Radio Demon himself, after his lose battle against Adam. Whilst Adam has been finally defeated at Lucifer’s hand then killed at Niffty’s knife. It’s clear as crystal that Alastor isn’t taking his own defeat well at all. He’s aggressive, completely lost his usual charismatic, well-mannered demeanour, he’s breaking down and barking at you to back off as you’re still trying to pry his own hands off the visible red bleeding wound over his chest

You’ve found this retreating deer out of pure luck and now, you’re acting on your compassion for him to try make the process of healing less painful for him

You’re the only Hazbin Hotel staff member that actually treated Alastor more than an annoyance standing there. He isn’t the best guy at there, never. No, but he isn’t as bad as Vaggie or Husk claim he is. However, right now, he’s boiling your blood with how much he is refusing to let you even touch him, despite the fact he needs to be patched up. He’s low on power, his cane is snapped in half, he’s limited and requires help

“I don’t need your help, Leitora!” Alastor barks back in possibly the most unhinged way you’ve ever seen, basically backing into a wall. He can’t even notice how worried you actually are, how you’re getting frustrated because you’re worried and you’re the only one who has been looking for and have found Alastor whilst everybody else is celebrating the victory over Adam. You’re the one looking for and now looking out for the man you actually find quite nice. He isn’t as patronising to you, for whatever reason, Alastor’s decent and it’s almost like he wants to be some type of figure in your life with how he behaves

“Stay still before you bleed yourself to unconsciousness, you narcissistic edible piece of shit!” You only say this so cruelly, sharp and half loud as to put Alastor into his place, prove to him you’re not backing down whilst you finally win the half wrestling session you have with the weakened and distressed Overlord, already beginning to check around for the entire length of the wound and use what little excess fabric your current clothing has to make a makeshift bandage for this wound

This is surprising, you’re possibly two times his age. A teenager, if not 15-16 at the oldest upon your human death and you’re acting more mature than the biologically 34 year old. Alastor just stayed quiet, tall fluffy deer-like ears still pinned back and suffering through the intense pain. He wouldn’t admit that he is quite grateful that somebody is around but at the same time, he doesn’t want to get attached to any soul

It took him a proper glance at the cute young sinner he found it fun to playfully tease, mock and behave like a clingy overprotective big brother to piss off, that they genuinely care for him. That they aren’t lying or pretending as to get something out of him like he suspects everybody in the Hotel, including Charlie, is

This is so much different than he suspected, he was believing he’d be going back to his radio tower to vent out his rage at being smacked in the face of such a pathetic opponent

Ending up being the pathetic opponent. He hates showing his weakness and he can barely keep himself from snapping but he also can feel his racking nerves ease up a bit at this strong, confident yet sweet and compassionate kid trying to take care of him when they have no actual requirement to do so

Alastor takes a few more seconds to think and speak, not even realising he was sat down by you as he was thinking frantically about how his own mischievous and mocking behaviour as some type of surrogate brother for you was more than just something down to see your reactions for his own amusement, he does feel some type of family-based affections for you

Now, that affection has been bumped up even more. He definitely owns you a lot for caring about him like some surrogate little sibling when all he does for you is annoy you. He doesn’t even know that you actually look up to him like some type of family figure… so, the familiar feelings are mutual

“Fuck… can you just be careful with the coat? This is my treasure”

(A/N: Real quick. Leitora means ‘Reader’ in Portuguese, this’ll be our name for any none anime posts. There’s two versions; Leitora as the feminine version and Leitor as the masculine version. You can use either for us! I got this from Google Translate)

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funfettifrills · 2 months

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♣️; caregiver! husk x kid/agere! reader [headcanons]

[all platonic] + my inbox is open for reqs!

♡ʚ⁺˖↪husk is canonically good with kids!! He would be great at taking care of you !!

♡ʚ⁺˖↪ initially, husk keeps up his grumpy self around you

♡ʚ⁺˖↪but you find yourself enjoying being around him, to you he's a silly little kitty !!

♡ʚ⁺˖↪ he notices you will sit by him or stay in the same room as him, and he doesn't mind at all

♡ʚ⁺˖↪ at first you're a bit shy, but he tries initiating conversations with you and you happily speak to him a bunch!!

♡ʚ⁺˖↪ Once your wall of shyness is broken down, you'll find yourself sitting at the bar and info dumping to him about things you like or just your day in general

♡ʚ⁺˖↪He doesn't say much, but he always listens with a small smile on his face while he tends to his bartending tasks

♡ʚ⁺˖↪he has a huge soft spot for you, that he'd deny at first but everyone else at the hotel would clearly notice it

♡ʚ⁺˖↪whenever you go out, he starts going with you. He really wants you to be safe, even if you're in hell

♡ʚ⁺˖↪since you obviously wouldn't be drinking any alcohol, husk starts keeping things like juice at the bar just for you!! He even gets sippy cups !!

♡ʚ⁺˖↪even though he doesn't enjoy being a cat, you can't help but call him "kitty."

♡ʚ⁺˖↪ Sometimes, when you want his attention, you'll babble a bit and call out "kitty!"

♡ʚ⁺˖↪if anyone else would call him kitty, he would be sooo livid

♡ʚ⁺˖↪but he loves you and knows you mean no harm, he finds it endearing!!

♡ʚ⁺˖↪his default nicknames for you are just 'kid' or 'kiddo'

♡ʚ⁺˖↪he lets you play with his tail !! He just sits nonchalantly as you do it, and the others in the hotel watch in awe over how comfortable Husk is with you

♡ʚ⁺˖↪even if he has a soft spot for you, he's still husk so he's a very patient caregiver but also very stern when he needs to be

♡ʚ⁺˖↪if you get bratty or fussy, he won't hesitate to get you to behave, and he's very effective at it while not being tooooo harsh

♡ʚ⁺˖↪since he loves sleeping, when it's nap time he'll join you sometimes!!

♡ʚ⁺˖↪he's very comfy to snuggle with cause his fur is surprisingly soft

♡ʚ⁺˖↪as you two sleep, he holds you so gently

♡ʚ⁺˖↪He purrs during these naps too and its silly to feel the vibrations

♡ʚ⁺˖↪whenever you'd be overwhelmed and in tears, he had struggled to deal with it at first because he was intimidated

♡ʚ⁺˖↪Over time, he had learned how to handle those moments with ease and will hold you in his lap as you regulate yourself

♡ʚ⁺˖↪Depending on the severity of your emotions, he'll start doing magic tricks to distract you, and it's effective for calming you down

♡ʚ⁺˖↪he struggles with low self-esteem, so he questions whether he's good enough to be taking care of you (he is much more than good enough!!)

♡ʚ⁺˖↪you're happiest and comfiest with him, sometimes you cling onto his legs as he does random tasks and he just goes on as normal

♡ʚ⁺˖↪before he had gotten onto better terms with Angel, he'd tried to keep you away from him

♡ʚ⁺˖↪But afterward, you become close with Angel as well, and he thinks you're the cutest ever !!!

♡ʚ⁺˖↪you and Angel sit at the bar, with you in his lap, and have silly conversations with Husk

♡ʚ⁺˖↪Angel goes insane hearing you get to freely call Husk "kitty"

♡ʚ⁺˖↪ And Angel teases Husk over how soft he's gotten for you, Husk gets embarrassed in response

"Ya' let the kid call you 'kitty?' Why can't I do that too?"

"You are a GROWN man. There's no reason for you to call me that."

"You're just turning into a big softie, ya know?"

"..."

♡ʚ⁺˖↪don't even get me started on how adamant Husk would be to keep you away from Alastor

♡ʚ⁺˖↪but Alastor does find a way to get your attention, much to Husk's dismay...

♡ʚ⁺˖↪he'll find Alastor playing you, and you giggling along, which leaves Husk horrified

♡ʚ⁺˖↪he is really dedicated to keeping you safe from anything that'd cause you harm!!

♡ʚ⁺˖↪and he truly wants you to be redeemed, he knows you don't deserve to be in Hell

♡ʚ⁺˖↪overall, he adores you a bunch and would probably kill for you!!!!!!

#may be a little ooc for the sake of being cute..#age regression #agere #age regressor #agere caregiver #hazbin hotel #headcanon #headcanons #husk x reader #hazbin hotel x reader #platonic #angel dust #alastor

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little seb christmas day i BEG i have missed this baby so much - 🐼

OH MY GOD

I squealed audibly at this because it is very VERY cute. It is also very nice to see you in my inbox! Happy holidays!

So… Sebastian loves the holiday season but Little Seb loves it much more because it is uninterrupted time for both of you that is also full of surprises and fun!

He is so focused, and so careful while decorating the Christmas tree because he wants everything to be perfect for Santa’s arrival in a couple of days. Sebastian obviously doesn’t believe in Santa anymore but little Seb is somehow more than excited. He even helps you bake cookies for Santa, eating nearly half of the cookie dough raw while on it. He gets flour everywhere, too, and he is very apologetic. He cleans it all up or at least tries to while repeating “I am sowwy, very sowwy…” with a little voice. You obviously don’t care that much but it is cute that he is taking responsibility. Later, he rolls around with stomach pain a little due to the amount of cookie dough he digested but you manage to distract him with some freshly baked cookies and juice.

He is obsessed with Christmas crackers from the moment he saw one in a movie. Even though they are filled with very simple toys, and gadgets, he loves the process of opening them and squeals EVERY TIME you two open one. He immediately asks you to put the paper crown on his head (it is blue so he is double excited). It is a bit too big for his head but he is absolutely beaming!!

You read him the jokes in the crackers and he giggles so much that you are concerned that he might not be breathing.

However, there is one little problem. It is impossible to keep Little Seb away from holiday food before lunch/dinner time. Wherever you hide them, this little gremlin finds the snacks and devours them. While you get more creative hiding them, he also gets more intrepid. You end up buying more stuff just on the 24th before everywhere closes down for Christmas and make him promise that he won’t touch these ones.

He is energetic, very energetic and with the number of sweets he consumed, he is even more hyperactive than ever. He only stops occasionally to ask you for some chocolate whipped cream DIRECTLY from the can. You sigh and oblige, squirting some chocolate whipped cream directly into his mouth as he asks. You gave up trying to stop him on the 23rd because it is simply impossible.

You watch many, MANY Christmas movies because they are the only way to make little Seb sit in one place for more than a few minutes. He falls asleep silently under plush blankets on the couch. That’s when you decide to put “Santa’s gifts” under the Christmas tree. You know he will be ecstatic when he finds them tomorrow morning!

#little!seb #little!drivers #caregiver!reader #sfw.#christmas fluff #answered asks #🐼#holiday prompts by rolling restart

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