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hotshot624 · 2 years

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Headcanons for daddy eddie and how he plays and interacts with the little reader ( they ask for dress up and tea parties pease, daddy? And how can he say no to that!?)

I don't remember if I sent this one yet or not!

So sorry if its a duplicate and this is my last request for the moment.

Thank you so much for everything!

Okay so like I'm trying (keyword: Trying) to finish a fic you requested but I'm just horrible at dialogue so I'm giving up for just today. I'ma try again tomorrow with a new mindset and (hopefully) better dialogue. But knowing me it's still gonna suck. anY WHO I decided that maybe writing some headcanons might be the best bet and help with my writing. I have a feeling that there gonna be a lot so just remember you brought this on yourselves/j

✨🍼Daddy/Cg!Eddie x Little!Reader Headcanons 🍼✨

(Look at me trying to make this look fancy lol)

Eddie is literally like the best daddy/cg/whatever you wanna call him ever

I'll admit he's not absolutely perfect (I mean no one is expect my cat) but he does his best and that all you can ask for

He's very attentive always watching and listening to what you have to say and is always careful not to push past your comfort zone

It doesn't matter to him what age you regress to, he'll take care of you as long as you let him and with no complaints

He's just so good at matching his energy with yours it's honestly impressive

Like he could be jumping up and down with you running up the walls excited

Or he could be mellowing out with you on the couch as y'all watch She'ra

He's like always trying to get you to laugh it's adorable

Funny faces/voices, dumb jokes, tickles, running around cashing the reader, whatever he came to get the you to smile or laugh he's doing

My man's loves to play with his little. It could be argued that he enjoys it more than his little does

His favorite is making up games and playing pretend

He'll set up a whole story line with characters and adventures and task so his little is never bored. He's also will always try to be apart of the game your playing either with helping you on your adventure, being a bunch of side characters that all have a bunch of different, funny voices, or being the antagonist

Whatever he's doing, he just wants to be doing something with you

And if his little wants to have a tea party then by god are they gonna have one

He'll try and set up tea cups and the tea pot and fill it with lemonade or some sort of fun drink as well as some cookies or treat to eat with it with your stuffy joking you guys as well

You absolutely have to do clinkies with him or I swear to God he will cry

Your pinky has to be out too. Gots to be proper😙

I would also like to mention that he will not refuse to wear a tutu or dress as well as make up or finger nail polish

He's got NO shame when it comes to his little

I'm just imagining him with like messily put on lipstick that like going up his face as wells as a bunch of random stickers, his hair in like multiple pigtails, wearing a tutu with his regular clothes on underneath with the most content smile on

He's unbelievable, I love him

FORGOT TO MENTION NICKNAMES

My man's literally could not care less what you called him

Bubba, Daddy, Dada, bubs, Eds or even just his name will send him over the moon

Just the thought that his little was comfortable enough to share this with him, nevermind wants him to be with them while while smalls brings a tear to his eye

While Eddie is a great care giver sometimes he has his moment

Sometimes he gets a little to dramatic or frantic in trying to make his little laugh and he ends up scaring them and makes them cry

Or maybe he gets a little too mad and snaps at them if they were miss behaving to much (nothing to much just him yelling "Will you stop that!" or "I said not right now Y/N, knock it off!" loudly)

Once he sees his little getting a teensy bit misty eyed he's already on his hands and knees apologizing to them and begging for forgiveness

Okay not all of that like he will try to comfort you depending on how you feel like if you want physical contact or want to be left alone he'll always accommodate for your needs but he'll still apologize a lot

He wants you to know that he is truly sorry and that sometimes his emotions get the best of himself

Again he's not perfect but that okay

He tries his best and tries to fix what he did so he doesn't do it again and honestly that's all anyone can ask for

BACK TO FLUFFYNESS

Cuddles and a bedtime story are a must before bed

They also have to be read dramatically or he will be hearing from your lawyers

He also must tuck you in and give you a lil goodnight kith before you fall asleep it is LAW

Eddie's uncle is aware of your regression from walking in on you regressed one time and let me tell you this man could not care less

Like I mean he's glad you and his nephew trust each other enough to be like this but other than that he doesn't really care about it. He'd appreciate if you didn't trash his home or write on his walls though

Eddie let's you wear his Hell fire club shirt if your feeling small. He loves how it looks on you and you like that it smells like him so it's a win win

He's honestly considering making you a Hell Fire shirt onesie so look out for that

All in all Eddie is a great Cg.

11/10 would recommend

I told y'all these would be long. Okay tis not that long but still. I kinda like the headcanons actually so tell me what y'all think. They seem way easier to write then fanfics (I say watch these get harder) so if y'all want more of these please request them. Thank you for requesting this btw I really enjoyed writing this. It was pretty easy for my ADHD brain to type this cuz this is usually how I think. In short busts that aren't always complete sentences. Alright that's all for now. Love y'all 💜💜💜

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majestic-salad · 4 months

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Moodboard for getting brainsurgery on DS9

#ds9 #deep space nine #deep space 9 #julian bashir #star trek #Hi I will bully this man's ugly ass scrubs every day of my life if I can #he looks SO stupid #one day I'll publish my stupid little fanfic and bully him more

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2024-buddie-fly-era · 21 days

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Just wanting to let every bucktommy author know that I LOVE YOU and YOU OWN MY HEART.

I could dedicate all my days to fanfic authors and still not have enough time to thank you for the gifts you give so nicely.

#fanfic #911 abc #evan buckley #tommy kinard #oliver stark #bucktommy #little firefighter feelings etc #hey lou i know you’re watching love you #lou ferrigno jr #911 ao3 #ao3 #fanfic has always been my safe space #and the bucktommy love and tenderness is a really nice place to be #911 spoilers

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romanestuffsposts · 30 days

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can you please do a daddy!bucky playtime where the little!reader is jumping on his bed and he tickles them and the little!reader starts to get sleepy so he feeds them a bottle/changes their diaper and has a nap with them???

Hi there love! 💜

Of course I can that’s so lovely!! 🩷

I’m so sorry it took times to be out but I hope you like how I write your beautiful request ☀️

Lot’s of loveeee 🎀💕

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Warnings : tickles, laughters, giggles, pet names, playful, tease, bottle, paci, cuddles, kisses, happy morning

Pairings : Daddies!Stucky ; Daddy!Bucky x Little!Reader

Summary : A playful but sleepy morning with Daddy

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It’s rare that you’re up before your Daddies. You always sleep until one of them come to wake you up. But apparently, today is different.

It’s been two days now that your Papa is on a mission in Poland so it’s just you and your Daddy for the whole week end- well now for one more day.

Your Daddy probably didn’t closed the curtain all the way down like you usually do so the morning sun woke you up because of that.

No matter how hard you tried to fall back asleep you couldn’t because of the sun, so now you’re walking toward your Daddy’s room. You hate being up when everyone else is asleep.

You quietly open his bedroom door and walk toward his bed as discreetly as you can- which means not discreetly at all. Your Daddy heard you coming when you were still in the hallway, he patiently wait with a small smile on his lips as he hears your little footsteps on the floor.

He feels you claiming in the bed and seconds later you’re jumping on his bed with all the strength you have. Your jumping right beside him with loud laughters as you keep screaming that it’s time to wake up because the sun is there.

Your Daddy fakes a groan ‘’baby it’s not because the sun is there that it’s the time to wake up’’ he fakes whine to play along.

You giggle louder ‘’of couse it is’’ You keep jumping while your Daddy had his back toward you. In one seconds, he turns around, grabs your ankle and make you fall.

He hold your legs in his arm and suddenly runs his fingers up your legs toward your belly ‘’you wanna laugh ? I’ll give you something to laugh about’’ He attacks your ticklish belly with all he can. Your laughters got louder again and you try to squirm away from him but can’t because of him.

‘’What baby ?’’ He chuckles ‘’what’s wrong ? I thought we were having fun here’’ he smirks at your reactions.

He moves toward your sides and change between your sides and ribs ‘’where are your ticklish spot ?’’ He wonders ‘’huh ?’’ He tilts his head

Your try to move his hands away and he takes that opportunity to attacks your underarms that were exposed for a second ‘’you don’t wanna help me finding out ?’’ He questions ‘’alright, i’m a big guy, I can find by myself’’

‘’You were laughing pretty hardly when I was on your little belly here’’ he says while wiggling the tip of his fingers on your belly. He hummed while looking at you ‘’where didn’t I try ?’’

‘’Oh! Here’’ he squeezes your thigh, taking you by surprise, causing you to yell. He chuckles at your reaction ‘’waaa look at that! That was pretty deep’’

He go down on your knee, he doesn’t have the same reaction but is still happy of what he got. Even if you’re less ticklish at some spots you’re still are in general.

He lightly wiggles his fingers down your legs until he reaches you little feet that are trapped by him. ‘’Oh! Found another one ?’’

You try to kick your foot away as he spiders your sole and toes like never. ‘’I’m happy with what I found out. I often forgot how ticklish you are until Papa and I tickle you again’’ he chuckles ‘’it’s so much fun, really. Love it’’ he winks ‘’and love you of course’’ he says stopping his attacks to kiss your little nose.

You take deep breath making him chuckle ‘’you wanted to wake me up, you paid for it’’

‘’A little sleepy now, aren’t we ?’’ He notices your eyes and guess by himself. You never wake up that early so you didn’t had all your hours of sleep, it was just minutes before you start to get sleepy. Your Daddy just accelerated the process.

He grabs the bottle of milk he has in his nightstand- in case you ever need one at night, and once it’s warm enough, he gave it to you. He lies back down and you rest against his arm, by his side while you drink calmly. Your Daddy stroke your belly while he waits.

He ended up holding the bottle for you because it start to get heavy with the sleepiness that takes over. Once it’s empty, he drops it beside the bed and roll the cover above you. When he looks down at you he sees your eyes close and sleepy breath leaving your sweet lips.

He smiles and kisses your forehead before sliding your paci in your mouth ‘’sweet dreams, my beautiful girl’’

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swee7dream · 1 month

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could u do a cg!jisung w a nonverbal!fem!reader? idm the agere range for yn, maybe 1-3

nagging cg!park jisung x f!little!reader

genre agere content, slice of life, domestic warnings none dni if you sexualize age regression wc 733 a/n sorry i took so long to put this out ! regression block sucks ! ദ്ദി ꒦ິ꒳꒦ິ )✧

synopsis all you wanted was a nice late breakfast ! why does your cg have to be so . . . cg-y ?

Little men in uniforms ran along Jisung’s phone screen. They chased after the itty bitty ball rolling across the artificially green field. Soccer is always a lot more intense than you think it should be but that hasn't ever stopped Jisung from watching it, today included. Jisung sat on the couch with his thighs to his chest and his phone two inches from his face, not wanting to miss a second of the highlights of last night's game. His gaze was dark and focused, but it broke when he heard the stairs behind him creak, eyes trailing off to see a familiar silhouette standing at the bottom of the stairs.

“Hi.”

You swayed side to side in your nightdress, barefoot on the floor. You held your gray rabbit plushie’s arm with one hand while the other was up to your mouth. Your nail slid out from in between your teeth so your lips could press into a line.

“Hi,” Jisung tried again, softer. His finger tapped the screen, freezing the whistleblowing and cheering. The living room went quiet, only the hum of the fridge and the breeze outside gently brushing by trees heard by the open windows. “Good morning.”

It only took a couple of waddles to get from where you stood to where Jisung sat. You gave a weak salute.

Hello.

“Hey, sleepyhead.” You scrunched your face up when Jisung’s cold hand held your cheek, his finger carefully getting the sleep stuck in the corner of your eyes. “Sleep well?”

You nodded with a sigh, bringing your bunny to your chest in a hug. With an almost pained expression, you made a ‘c’ shape with one of your hands and slid it down slowly, slowly, slowly.

Hungry. So hungry.

“I’m sure you are.” Jisung clicked his tongue. “You slept for, like, 12 hours. I thought you started hibernation in spring.”

You brought your eyebrows down to a ‘v,’ staring up at your caregiver very much unamused. You were tired, sure, but that didn’t mean you turned into a bear. You were still very much a human.

The balls of your feet took little steps backward as you pulled on Jisung’s shirt. With your bunny tucked under your arm, you signed out your cry of hunger once more.

“Okay- hey! Hold on. You’re gonna stretch it out.” He placed his hand over yours, carefully undoing your fingers' tight grip around the sweatshirt and giving you his hand instead to pull him into the kitchen. His other hand brushed off invisible dust off the dark material and he looked down for any damage with a face that would usually make you laugh if not for the fact that you were about to die if you didn’t get food in your stomach in the next few minutes.

“Sit your bunny down at the table and go wash your hands. I’ll make you your breakfast,” Jisung said as he rolled up his sleeves. He left no room for you to argue, his back already turned toward you as he led by example at the kitchen sink. “Did you use the restroom before you woke up?”

Why does it matter? You just need food. You wished you had socks on so you could have dragged your feet as you walked but you didn’t so you opted on just sighing dramatically on your way to sit your rabbit on the chair next to your usual seat. You brushed the fur out of his eyes. Now he could see again.

“Bathroom.”

Bathroom, bathroom, bathroom, you mocked him as you made your way over to the restroom. So bossy. Jiji’s always so naggy during mealtimes.

“All good? Hands clean?” Jisung asked, holding his hands up and wiggling his fingers. You just nodded. So maybe you did have to go. Big deal. Your eyes just looked beyond him over to the table.

Cereal! Your eyes sparkled. In your favorite bowl! With the matching spoon and everything… this guy isn’t so bad after all, you didn’t think.

“Go eat.” He pointed over at your seat with his nose right before being tackled off his footing.

Your arms slid around his torso and you squeeze with all your might. You’re the best! Thank you.

“You’re welcome.” You felt his lips press against the crown of your head. “Remember to drink your two cups of water. You can’t get up before those are finished.”

Ugh.

#agere sfw #cg!nct dream #kpop agere #nct dream agere #nct fluff #nct dream fluff #nct dream x reader #park jisung x reader #little!reader #kpop little space #agere fanfic

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repulsiveliquidation · 6 months

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they could never be mad at you.

Little! Leah Williamson x Caretaker! Reader

8AM, North London.

Leah just had to pick the loudest, most obnoxious alarm in the world. Of course, to make it worse, she slept through it while it scared you half to death every morning. You reach over and turn it off, seeing her still snuggled into the sheets on her stomach with soft snores leaving her lips. She was lucky she was so cute, you just shook your head and kissed her head softly and rubbed her back.

“Leah? Time to wake up darling, training is in half an hour.”

“Five more minutes.”

“We’ll be late by then. Come on, up you get.”

“You’re mean.”

“And your wretched alarm gave me a heart attack, I think we’re even.”

This made her chuckle, sitting up in bed and rubbing her eyes. You leaned in and kissed her, her hands pulling you closer and groping naughtily. “Okay, okay, I know what you’re doing. Go make a pot of coffee, I’ll change really quick.” You push her away, climbing out of bed ignoring her protests and accusations of “I wasn’t doing anything, you’re the dirty minded one!”

Both now dressed and kit bags in the back, you headed to training. She let you drive this time, it probably explained the sudden rain that started when you left the house. Hand on her thigh, she hummed softly along to the radio, rubbing your forearm lightly.

You both got to training just in time, walking into the changing room with Katie and Beth. Laughter filled the room when Katie walked through the door and straight into the plastic wrap they put there, chasing the prankster Alessia all the way out to the pitch. You ducked through into the room, stomach hurting from the laughter. You didn’t see Leah’s face suddenly drop, head very slowly becoming fuzzier. She knew this feeling but shook it off, putting some music on to try to get her out of the headspace.

Training went smoothly, you were just about done with drills and were setting up the pitch for a 5-a-side scrimmage. Leah was on the opposing team to yours, pulling on her yellow bib and you your blue one. She smiled cheekily, mouthing “You’re losing today,” you laughed and answered “You wish, Williamson.”

Lotte passed a beautiful ball to you, giving you space to dribble past McCabe and Leah before she caught up and swiped the ball away from you and straight to Kim. She helps you up, a wide grin on her face. “Not gonna make this easy are ya?” you tell her, to which she responds by sticking her tongue out. “You’re childish, you are!” That word. Childish. It set something off in her, as she stood in place and her head immediately feeling fuzzier by the minute. No one noticed thankfully and she managed to shake it off again and get back into the game. In that time, you had scored; the cheering not helping her get her head on straight. Alessia noticed her spaced out look, checking on before being waived off with a gruffy “I’m alright.”

She tried her best get back into it but it was just too difficult. She couldn’t figure out what set her off today, she had slipped earlier in the week with you; she usually was satiated for the week and didn’t need to more than once. Today was different; she was slipping hard and fast which was not her favorite way to slip. Thankfully, Jonas blows the whistle and she half-runs to the benches to chug water. She wants to give in so hard but training ends in an hour and she knows she’s been able to hold out that long before. The last time she had to, she almost didn’t. The press conference was going on way too long and she didn’t have you beside her to keep her calm. A couple words slipped out of her but she kept her cool and managed to avert disaster. You were watching, taking note of all the signs of her dropping. Sarina called the press conference and she practically ran to you, tears almost falling down her cheeks as you helped her to the bus and put her down for a much-needed nap without the rest of the girls noticing her strange behavior.

She wanted to run to you the same way she did that day. Whine and cry for you, suck her thumb and have you sing to her. But she couldn’t. The rest of the girls didn’t know she indulged herself this way, only trusting you after a year into your relationship to tell you. She needed to know that you wouldn’t ridicule her, make fun of her or demean her for needing this release sometimes. You were the opposite and she was mad at herself for not telling you sooner. You were the perfect caregiver, so attentive to her needs and knew what she needed before she could tell you. It made her indulgence so much easier to have someone else do the thinking for her, thinking was hard.

And thinking right now really was hard. She whined softly at herself. She really really needed you right now and you couldn’t see it. Katie walked over to her, seeing her in a little distress. “You good there, Leah? What’s upsetting ya now?”

“No, go ‘way! Leave Lee ‘lone!” She yelled, rushing off to the changing room with tears running down her face. You heard her, heard the higher pitched voice she normally had when she was feeling little. Your face shot up at the sound she made, eyes filled with concern. Katie’s face held the same expression, full of bewilderment at the way her captain reacted to a question she asked Leah all the time along with the words she said. “Lone? Why did she call herself Lee?” You didn’t hear her, already running over to where Leah disappeared to.

“Baby? Where are you sweetheart?” You called out, searching the locker rooms and not finding her there. You looked in the gym and the physiotherapist’s room too and didn’t see the blonde anywhere. “Leah? Where are you hiding baby, I’m getting worried now!” “Mama, ‘elp…” you heard coming from the showers, you walked inside and saw her curled up on the floor and crying. “Oh babygirl, what’s happened?” You immediately picked her up and cradled her in your arms. She cried even harder, clutching your training jersey and letting out louder sobs. “Lee messed up Mama, ‘ewryone know now!” She choked out, snot running down her nose and fat tears rolling down her cheeks. Your heart hurt seeing her like this, using your hands to wipe away her tears.

“Shh, angel. It’s okay, why didn’t you tell me you were feeling little baby? Mama would’ve spoken to Jonas for you.” “t-thought could be big…” she whined, sniffling softly, tears still wetting her face. “Honey, we talked about this. When you feel the need to, even just a little you come and talk to me okay? You could really hurt yourself, angel; Mama doesn’t want that to happen.”

“Otay…” she said in a soft voice, tears no longer flowing. “Now, about the girls finding out about your little secret. Why are you still afraid baby? You know they wouldn’t judge you. I certainly wouldn’t let them.” “Lee scawed they mad at me…” “They could never be mad at you, pretty girl. Never. Do you want to try to explain this to them? Mama knows you really made Katie scared she hurt you earlier. I think you owe her an explanation, hm?” You picked her up and held her close, walking to the changing room with her head resting on your shoulder stuffed into your neck.

The girls were all waiting in the locker room when you walked in, looks of concern on everyone’s faces. You had quickly texted Alessia to have them meet there and to be quiet so as to not scare your little one. She was sucking her thumb, feeling safe in your arms as you sat in your cubby and the girls came to sit around you. You moved Leah into your lap, rubbing her back softly and slipping her pacifier into her mouth. You saw the looks the girls gave her, looks of adoration filled the room and it soothed all your worries about the mean things a part of you was scared you would hear were out the window.

“Are you okay, Leah? You really made us all worried.” Beth spoke up, Katie and the rest of them nodding softly. She buried her face further into your shirt, shaking her head a little.

“Well, it's out there now but I think you all deserve an explanation. When Leah feels stressed out or overwhelmed, she finds the need to regress to a younger age to cope with the stress. When she does she will seem like a child and needs to be taken care of. That’s where I come in, I’m her caregiver and take care of her when she needs it. I know that it’s a lot to take in but she’s been scared of telling you all because she thought you would be mad at her. I think that being the captain of this team has made her think that she needs to be this strong, level-headed, responsible one but when she’s at home with me she lets go and likes being coddled and given many many kisses, don’t you, gorgeous girl?”

Leah was smiling at this point and not hiding anymore when she heard all the girls cooing at her and saying nice things about her. She didn’t feel scared anymore, she had all these new aunts to play with! “Angel, don’t you have something to say to Aunt Katie?” You asked her in a whisper, her eyes shyly looking over at the Irishwoman. “Sowwy I scawed you Aunty Katie, Lee didn’t mean to, promise!” She said firmly, the girls all simultaneously melting at your girl. "That's alright darlin'. C'mere eh? Give Aunty Katie a good cuddle now." She was safe now, there was nothing every single one of these girls wouldn’t do to protect their precious captain.

You let her sit on the training floor, Viv already in front of her and taking her boots off while Beth brought her slippers over. Lotte was taking pictures of Leah playing with Katie while Alessia sat beside you as you rested your head on her shoulder.

“She feels safe with you. I hope you’ll let us be a safe place for her too.”

“I think she’d love nothing more, Less.”

#woso soccer #woso imagine #leah williamson #lionesses #engwnt #leahwilliamson x reader #arsenal wfc x reader #leah williamson imagine #woso fanfics #woso community #woso x reader #wsl #woso #womens football #little space

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nqctar · 15 days

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soft cg!riize x little!reader blurbs

cg!anton is so soft spoken and gentle… sometimes you have to ask him to repeat whatever he said a few times but you don’t care, the sound of his voice is so pretty and sweet that it makes the butterflies in your stomach do a waltz.

cg!sohee who makes sure to hold your hand as often as he can, always pressing light kisses to the back of your soft palm and in turn making your face go red while your heart does backflips.

cg!wonbin who hums you to sleep when you’re feeling restless, drawing his fingertips up and down your arms while a free hand runs through your hair, helping you drift off into dreamland while he whispers sweet words.

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cpressmn · 2 years

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i’m about to start gatekeeping interacting with fic authors from a lot of y’all. u need to learn how to behave

“i need more” “pls continue this” “when are you posting the next bit” why don’t you try showing some proper appreciation for what’s already written before you go demanding more!!!

a lot of time and energy goes into each piece of writing and it is incredibly disappointing for the primary feedback to be “give me more!” if you’re trying to motivate authors to continue, this kind of response has the opposite effect.

you know what is motivating? specific praise.

let me break it down for you.

How To Leave A Comment Without (Unintentionally) Sounding Like A Pri- [GUNSHOT]

point out a few specific things you liked about the fic and why. how it made you feel.

highlight a line or two or three that stuck out to you.

if it’s an incomplete work, express excitement at seeing where they’re going — without a demand for more.

it’s quite simple, and it doesn’t even have to be a long thing. this can be done in a hundred words or less.

and yeah, it takes effort. takes a bit of time. but fandom is about mutual support. it’s about community.

fic authors are not celebrities who don’t even see your attempts to get their attention. there is a real person on the other side of that screen living a real life, and if you want to encourage them in their craft and properly motivate them to write, try treating them like a fucking human being.

authors put in hours to create content (that only ends up not being truly appreciated). i think you can spare a few minutes to leave a detailed, thoughtful comment in turn.

idk just a semi-friendly reminder that authors don’t owe you shit actually

#the entitlement is truly staggering sometimes #with all the respect that is due….what makes you think you get to ask for more content? what have you done to deserve it? to welcome it?#also if you’ve studied any kind of human behavior ever then you know that positive reinforcement does HEAPS better than whatever tf these #demands could be classified as.#shine talks #shine vents actually. WHEW #just a little bit worked up!! very upsetting to see talented people put in so much and receive so little in return.#this is my formal request for y’all to start doing better #.txt #fanfics #fanfic comments #and for anyone saying i’m being too harsh: i said unintentionally :/#if this is you then congrats! this is a safe space to fail at it. now’s when you learn and change your behavior. that’s all

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medi-bee · 9 months

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These are the guys who have total martial control over the center of the galaxy? are you sure?

#my art #spore #grox #spore game #3 foot tall fucked up alien cats #grox really just walk around like O_O . in PUBLIC #i wish spore fanfic was more popular i want to read about their space society. who said that #kicking my feet and spinning and smiling while thinking about alien biology and culture again #im not arguing with an alien with giant baby doe eyes. whatever you say beautiful #hey. gamer grox that bullies and gets bullied by other alien gamers. but that’s just a theory #they are like invader zim to me #have you guys actually listened to their voice files on the wiki #they’re sooo cool. like their voice boxes have been entirely replaced with cybernetics #with the glitches and stutters. honestly deserves more attention #if i had meds it'd be over for all of you #ignore my insane notes please #space playstation (completely normal playstation but drawn from memory)#trying to get a feel for how i want to draw these freaks #i say. like i have plans to draw them again #whatever maybe i just wanted to draw little guys. that doesnt mean im going to make a grox oc or anything #wipes sweat off brow #the internet is so crazy you can just draw whatever and post it. and sometimes people will even like it

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littlespacereader · 24 days

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I saw that ur criminal minds agere fic is just one so here is my request

Daddy hoch x dada derek x little reader where something is bothering her but she regressed to a headspace where she is non verbal (she is always tiny in her headspace but today she was extra tiny) and they try to find out what's wrong but there gotta go to work but dont want to leave her alone so they go all to the Bau and after a while she falls asleep with her paci in mouth a stuffy under her arm a blankie in her hand and wrapped in a very big cozy weighet blanked 😍😍🥺

GET OUT OF HERE! Don’t actually because this fic is absolutely adorable!! I’m a sucker for a good CG!Hotch fic but CG!Morgan too!! I’m dead!! I absolutely love the ideas you added to the request so I made sure to include them all! I apologize for how long this took me to write. Between school and all the rewriting I’ve been doing it’s been a bit of a hassle. But I’m very happy with how this fic turned out! Please enjoy!! Thank you for the request!

Baby in the Bullpen 🍼🏢📄

Caregiver! Aaron Hotchner, Caregiver! Derek Morgan, & Fem Little! Reader

Tags - SFW!, hurt/comfort, hugs, cuddles, forehead kisses, pacifiers, sippy cups, low key mentions of pull-ups, BAU family

Nicknames - Princess, sweetheart, baby, sweet girl, Daddy for Hotch, Dada for Morgan

Picture a day where everything is perfect. It’s a perfect day where everything goes well and there’s no problem or pressure at all. Almost like you’ve been floating on a happy little cloud.

Today is not one of those days.

Today is a day where everything that could possibly go wrong goes wrong. Like a rain cloud that’s only centered on you.

I knew the moment I woke up it was going to be one of those days. Snuggled between my Caregivers in a nice warm bed, what more could any Little ask for? But my alarm went off and off to work I went.

It wasn’t every day my Caregivers had the day off, so I was especially mad I had work while the two of them were home. But trying to match my schedule with theirs always seemed like an uphill battle.

I arrived to my job at the bookstore to a line, let me repeat, A LINE of angry customers! How you could possibly be angry in a bookstore is beyond me, but today wanted to test me to see my limits.

So there I stood, listening to one complaint after the other, all while trying to keep my composure.

My book came with scratches on the cover!

My book’s cover was supposed to be purple!

I didn’t like the ending!

You didn’t say it was a sad book!

Blah, Blah, Blah. All utterly stupid and pointless complaints that were more ridiculous than the next. Despite their ridiculous claims it’s began to ware me down with one right after the other.

I longed for the day to end, for my Caregivers, who were probably on each others nerve by now without me as their favorite buffer. The thought brought a smile to my face.

Then my manager came over and decided to ruin it all. “Y/N, I’m going to need you to stay later today. Elizabeth called in sick.”

“I can’t I have plans.” Do I actually have plans? No, nothing besides a nice early dinner and cuddling with my Caregivers. But she didn’t need to know that.

“I’m afraid you’re going to have to cancel them. You’re the only one here so you’re going to cover it.” And with that she walked away.

Suddenly I felt the weight of the day layered on again. I became overwhelmed with emotions I wasn’t allowed to have at the moment. I took my break and went into the restroom to pull myself together.

Frustrated tears fell from my eyes but I couldn’t break down now, not yet. I would have time for this when I got home. I just needed a minute and then I could go back out there and deal with everyone once again.

~~~

Morgan could see Y/N’s headlights going up the driveway before he heard the car door slam shut.

“Hotch, she’s home.” He called out to him, before the front door opened.

The moment Y/N entered the house, Morgan and Hotch immediately looked over. Morgan sat by the television and Hotch had popped out of kitchen. But immediately they could both see that something was wrong.

“Princess? You alright?” Morgan right away asked. His usual smile replaced with a worried look.

Y/N didn’t say a word. She just dropped her bags and started crying. Morgan jumped from the couch and quickly made his way over to her.

“Hey, hey, hey, what happened? What’s going on?” Morgan lifted the sad Little into his arms.

Y/N didn’t say a word, she just grabbed Morgan’s shirt like her life depended on it and cried. Hotch crossed the house, joining Morgan and Y/N at the door.

The two Caregivers shared a worried look. “What happened sweetheart?” Hotch tried to ask but still Y/N didn’t say a word. She just buried her head against Morgan’s chest and continued to sob.

Morgan began walking around the room with the Little in his arms, lighting bouncing and shushing her cries. One arm wraps around her back with his hand cradling her head.

Morgan and Hotch continue to share worried looks to one another as the two Caregivers turn their profiling sides on for a moment.

“She was supposed to be home at 3 right?”

“Yeah but she texted me saying they had to keep her there long.” Hotch replied.

“So a bad day at work?”

“This isn’t just from a bad day at work. This is a build up. We were gone all last week and now the first day of our break she has to work. Mix that with possibly a bad day and…” Hotch trailed on.

“Poor baby,” Morgan coos, “Missing your handsome Caregiver today huh?” He jokes hoping to get anything from his little one, but it doesn’t get a smile. Instead she just rests her head on his shoulder as tears still slip from her eyes.

Thankfully all the walking around bouncing seemed to work, at least a little bit. Y/N was no longer crying but she didn’t seem too happy either.

“There we go, no more tear gorgeous. You’re okay now. We’ve got you.” Morgan sat beside Hotch on the couch, pulling Y/N in his lap.

Hotch leaned over and wiped the remaining tears from her face. “It’s been a long day hasn’t it?” He asked but Y/N just cuddled closer to Morgan instead of answering.

All at once the two realized their baby was feeling a bit non verbal today. It didn’t happen often with Y/N, but when it did they knew she was feeling especially young.

“Not in the mood for talking? That’s okay princess. We’ve got you.” Morgan starts to say.

“How about this? How about we go upstairs and get changed out of these big uncomfortable clothes and into something a bit more comfortable? Squeeze my hand once for yes and twice for no.”

Morgan took her hand in his. After a moment of thinking he set a single squeeze. He looked to Hotch and nodded. “Alright, let’s get you changed.”

He stands and immediately smells something burning. “Aaron…you’re burning dinner again.” Hotch’s face dropped. He jumps up from the couch and runs into the kitchen.

Morgan smirked and shook his head. He carries Y/N upstairs and while chuckling, “It isn’t really a Daddy dinner if he didn’t burn it?” He joked. That got a small smile from Y/N. They were heading in the right direction.

Once in her light pink bedroom, he set her down on her bed and began going through her dresser drawer. “Okay, I think for you tonight we’re going to get you dressed in the absolute softest pajamas. And the absolute softest pajama you have arrrreeeeee these!”

He turned back to the bed to see Y/N sitting patiently with her favorite stuffie Sharky the shark in hand. “Ta-da!” He held up the fluffy pink long sleeve onesie complete with footed feet.

Y/N squeezes their stuffie as they took a moment of consideration. They decided with a simple nod of the head as a yes to Morgan and the footed onesie.

“Great! I thought I picked a good one,” he winked, “Now let’s get you changed for the night.”

Morgan helped Y/N take off their normal work attire and changed into the soft onesie and a pull-up for good measure. “There we are. Now let’s get your hair out of your face.” Morgan moved to get their hair tied and brush when there was a knock to the door.

~~~

Daddy walked in and he had that look on his face. You know, the look that says something’s wrong and he’s not happy about it.

“Derek I need to speak to you for a moment.”

That’s never a good thing.

“Y/N, we’ll be right outside the door okay? Just for a minute.” Dada reiterated.

My two Caregivers left the room and closed the door behind them. Then, once again, I was alone. The terrible feelings start to come back again.

Dada scared them away with his gentle rocking, shushing and jokes. He always knows how to make me feel better when I’m upset. But now my sadness was returning and with it fear. It’s never a good thing when your Caregivers go to talk about something first without you there.

I squeezed my shark stuffie a little tighter as I stared down the bedroom door. Was I in trouble? Was there trouble? My mind started to spiral with ideas.

It sounded like they were arguing, not with each other but about something. Again, that’s never a good thing to hear. My sadness took a backseat for a second as curiosity took the wheel. I hoped off my bed and walked over to the door with the hopes of maybe catching what they were talking about.

“Call them back and tell them we can’t. I mean you see the kind of night she’s having.”

“You don’t think I know that? *sigh* I tried everything, every excuse in the book. Rossi knows us, he knows Y/N. He wouldn’t be asking if it wasn’t life or death, you know he wouldn’t.”

“So what are we going to do? She can’t be by herself tonight-“

I backed away from the door as I processed what they’re saying. Uncle Rossi called? That means they were going to the office. They’re leaving me.

The realization brought sadness back to the drivers seat. I walked back over to my bed and crawled under the covers. Maybe it’s better if I’m alone. I don’t want them! I don’t want anyone!

I cried into my shark stuffie as I heard the door open and close again. Then I heard the sound of footsteps over to my bed before I felt someone sit next to me.

“Sweetheart it’s okay. You don’t have to hide it’s just Daddy.” Hotch said as his hand rubbed the top of the blanket.

Okay maybe I was lying when I said I wanted to be alone…because I don’t. I want him to stay!

I peeked my head out from the blanket and was met with Daddy’s worried eyes. He opened his arms to me as a silent invitation, one I happily took. He brought me into his lap and hugged me close. I rested my head on his shoulder as tears fell from my eyes.

“There’s my sweet girl. Now, there’s something we need to talk about.”

The last scared me, and all at once I started crying some more as I shook my head no. I don’t want to hear the bad news.

“It’s okay, you didn’t hear it yet. It’s not a bad thing I promise. It’s just…a change of plans.” Hotch sighed as he began to rub my back to calm me down, “You see, Uncle Rossi called me and he really needs Dada and I to go to the office and work on something. Now normal I would rather you stay home and stay far away from the office. But I can see you really need Dada and I tonight so…you’re going to come to the office with us.”

My sniffles here and there stopped for a moment as I process what he was saying. I would come into the office with them?

I lifted my head off his shoulder and looked at him confused. I would go to his office, like this? And he was okay with it? I mean, his team knows about my regress. One of them even regresses too. Spencer and I are best friends because of it. But everyone else at the FBI doesn’t know.

I guess Daddy could see my confusing because he explained on. “It would only be us, just our team. It’s too late for everyone else to be at the office anyway. Just Aunt JJ, Aunt Emily, Aunt Penelope, Uncle Rossi and Spencer. No one else.”

That put my worries at ease, but it didn’t answer million other questions running through my mind. Before I really understood what was happening, he stood up and made his way over to the dresser.

He paused seeing my hair ties and brush sitting on top. Daddy chuckled, “It’s a good thing I stopped Dada before he brushed your hair. Isn’t that right?”

I mean he wasn’t lying. When it came to doing my hair, Hotch is my favorite person…well after Aunt Penelope, JJ and Emily of course. Morgan…he wasn’t the most gentle when it came to brushing my hair. He sat back on the bed and began to brush and tie my hair.

Once satisfied, he went to my closet and grabbed my usual Little to-go bag. He began packing it with the usuals some coloring books, crayons, toys, my pacifier, and a weighted blanket. But speaking of paci…

Immediately when I saw my favorite pacifier I whined and made grabbie hands for it. Daddy immediately held it up for me as if to say “is this want you want?” When I nodded my head yes repeatedly, he walked over and handed it to me.

I immediately popped it in and felt the rush of relief. There’s something about a paci that just melts away the stress. I held Sharkey close and closed my eyes for a moment, soaking in the nice fuzzy feeling before it disappeared.

Daddy walked back over with a little pacifier clip. He wrapped it around and clipped it to my onesie so I wouldn’t lose it.

Dada popped in with a sippy cup on his hand. He handed it to Daddy before he zipped the bag up. I looked over at Dada and notice the new outfit he was wearing. Actually, now that I’m thinking that I notice Daddy was the same way. Out of their usual at home comfy clothes and back into their stupid work clothes.

“All set?” Hotch asked Morgan.

“Yeah I’m all set. Is she all good?”

“She’s all packed up and ready to go.”

Then they both looked back to me. I just squeezed Sharky and looked away. Dada walked over and kneeled down beside me.

“I know the last thing you want to do tonight is go out. But…” he dragged the but on, “Think of this whole thing like an adventure. Going undercover with your Caregivers at the FBI. You’re our Little agent tonight.”

I lifted my head up and met his eyes. That did sound cool the way he was saying it. I put my arms out to him and made grabby hands to be held.

He never needs to be told twice. He smiled, lifting me up into his arms. “Come on baby, let’s start our adventure.”

Dada carried me to the car with Daddy right behind. In Daddy’s arms, my backpack and his brief case in the other. Daddy hoping in the drivers seat while Dada buckled me into my seat. Once he hopped into the passenger seat, we were off.

The ride to the BAU wasn’t long at all, but with the emotionally exhausting day I’ve been having, I kept nodding off the whole drive. I really only woke up when the SUV came to a stop in the underground parking garage.

Daddy came to my side of the car, helping me with my seatbelt before I hoped out. It was weird seeing the parking garage so empty. Usually it would be filled with cars. Now it had our SUV and the others cars inside of it with the rest of the spots empty.

We made our way to the elevator. “Wanna press 15 for me sweetheart?” Hotch asked. I nodded and happily pressed the button. With that the doors close and we start to go up.

Once the doors opened I immediately started to feel shy. It’s very rare that I go out regressed like this, walking around in my onesie, stuffie in my hands and my paci in my mouth.

But today was a horrible, horrible day. And there was no way I was going to be much older than I am now.

I walk closer to Dada and grab his hand. He holds onto it tightly as I walk sort of hidden behind him.

Once in the bullpen Rossi greeted us. He began briefing Morgan and Hotch on what’s going on. All the big words fly over my head as I stay hidden against Dada’s side.

After a moment he turns and looks at me, “And hello my beautiful niece! How are you doing tonight? Out on a late night adventure?” Rossi smiles.

“She’s not feeling very talkative tonight David.” Hotch explains.

“Aw! That’s no problem. Whatever is most comfortable for my favorite niece in the whole world.” His kindness starts to bring me out of my shell a bit. I turn from Dada’s side to Rossi with a small smile across my face.

“She’s your only niece.” Morgan chuckles.

“Doesn’t make her any less my favorite.” Rossi winks towards me. Again I can’t help but smile.

With my free hand I lift Sharky up to Rossi to see. “Ahh! Well if it isn’t Sharky! He scared me! I thought there was a loose shark in here! You better keep an eye on him Y/N.” He winked.

Rossi looks back up towards Morgan and Hotch and explaining what they needed to do.

Morgan looks to me and squeezes my hand before letting it go, “Alright princess I gotta go do some work. You’re going to go with Daddy, okay? I’ll see you later.”

With a pat to my back and a kiss to the top of my forehead Dada he made a move to leave. But before he could I grabbed his hand again, a whine sounding behind my pacifier.

I could feel Daddy place a hand on my shoulder as Dada turned around and took his hand from me. “I know baby, I know. I promise I’ll be back soon. You stay with Daddy.” He tried to reassure but I shake my head no.

Tears fell from my face as I watched him walk into the middle of the bullpen and take a seat at his desk. I didn’t want this! I want to be home with the two of them!

Daddy picks me up and carried me towards his office, all while rubbing my back and trying to reassure me. Looking over his shoulder I could see the whole team gathering to talk about the case.

Aunt JJ and Emily stand next to Morgan’s desk chatting with him. Not unusual. What is unusual is Spencer. I’ve never seen Spencer outside of our headspaces before. Whenever we hang out he’s regressed with me. So seeing him working and being his usual adult self was an odd shock to my system.

But soon we were in Daddy’s office with the door shutting behind him. All at once the overwhelming office became less overwhelmed with just the two of us together.

He sat his briefcase down on his desk before crossing the office and taking a seat with me on his office couch. “It’s okay. I know, it’s a long day isn’t it? And it keeps getting longer. But I’m here and Dada’s just a few feet away. We’re here.”

Daddy spends a moment reassuring and comforting me. Once my tears stop falling he coaxes me to start to color at his coffee table. “Alright, Daddy’s got to go do some work and while I do why don’t you color a picture for Dada and I? If you need anything you just come over and I’ll help you.”

With a kiss to my forehead, he picked me up and placed me on the couch. He grabs my coloring book, my crayons and my sippy cup and places them all infront of me before he heads to his desk to work.

For a little while I try not to bother him as he types away on his computer and makes phone call after phone call. But after a picture or two I get a bit antsy. I want to be by him or Dada! Not at this stupid coffee table!

So, grabbing Sharky and my weighted blanket, I make my way over to Daddy at his desk. I round the desk and pull on his sleeve.

~~~

Hotch, who can’t even remember his name at the moment with the amount of work he has, snaps out of his fog when he feels a small tug on his sleeve.

Then a small smile creeps across his face as he sees the tired Little standing infront of him, rubbing their eyes with their fist, a yawn or two escaping behind their pacifier.

“Oh, Y/N. What’s the matter sweetheart?” He asks before remembering.

He takes a moment to look them over before asking, “You wanna go to bed sweetheart?” That gets a nod. “Okay, give me a second and I’ll get the couch set up for you.”

But before he even turns back to his computer, Y/N whiles and shakes her head no. That seemed to upset her.

Hotch turns to her once again, this time confused. She wants to sleep, but not on the couch. “What’s the matter honey?” He asked concerned.

Y/N, with tired tears in her eyes, reach out to him with her stuffie and blanket in her arms. Ohhhhhhh. Finally it kicks in.

“You wanna snuggle honey? Okay. Come here, let’s bundle you up first.” Y/N holds onto her shark as Hotch leans forward and wraps her weighted blanket around her. Then he picked her up like a little burrito and sits her on his lap. Her head rest comfortably against his chest as he wraps his arms around her.

“There you go. Comfy?” He asks getting a small nod in agreement. “Alright, you go to sleep. Daddy will be right here to protect you.” Hotch adds with a kiss to her forehead for good measure.

Hotch continues on working with Y/N peacefully sleeping in his arms. Her head pressed again his chest listening to his heart beat, her paci still in her mouth and her shark stuffie held tightly inside her blankie. She’s the most relaxed she had been all day.

An hour flew by before Hotch received a knock at his door. Garcia popped her head in to ask Hotch a question but that quickly flew out the window as she got a look at how adorable Y/N was.

“Oh my gosh!!! Look at her!!” She whispered, practically dying at the sight of Y/N peacefully sleep in Hotch’s arms.

Garcia couldn’t help herself and alerted everyone to the cute sight. Soon everyone was taking a break from their work to pop into Hotch’s office and see Y/N. They all cooed and awed at the adorable Little who only cuddled closer to her Caregiver.

Morgan smirks and rolls his eyes plays fully, “Hey! When is it my turn?”

“Your chances of being president of the FBI are better than you getting Y/N from my arms.” Hotch jokes back. Now that he had the sweet sleeping Little in his arms, he was not letting her go.

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hotshot624 · 2 years

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Daddy! Eddie x little! Reader and he helps her go into little space

Okay I'ma be completely honest with you, I've never written a fic on Tumblr and the time I did write a fic like on Wattpad, I was like in 6th grade. However I'ma try to write something just for you! (Also if it sucks just tell me. I'll @ some pretty good accounts that would make a completely better fic then whatever I'm gonna make)

Daddy!Eddie x little!reader: helping reader into little space

You've been having a very difficult week. Highschool had been particularly difficult with finals coming up and with you being in honors, it just seemed to make things worse. You've been running on almost two whole days with absolutely no sleep what so ever and it was finally catching up to you. You wanted nothing more than to just slip into little space and forget about everything troubling you. But you knew you couldn't. You had studying to do and by god you were going to do it even if it was the last thing you did. Plus your parents weren't home and their was no one to tell you to take scheduled breaks. Or so you thought.

It was ten fifteen at night where you were sitting in your bedroom surrounded by books, studying flash cards, different empty cups of which used to be filled with coffee, and other things that you weren't even sure of anymore. Your room was an absolute mess and that wasn't helping the mental state you were in at all. It felt like the mess was cluttering your brain and it was making it difficult for you to think properly, making you more stressed then you needed to be. Tears of frustration started to form in your eyes as you had to reread the same paragraph over again because the last few times you read it weren't sticking. Just as you were about to scream in anger you heard loud repeating banging at your front door. And there was only one person in the world who would pound at the door at this time of night.

You got up from your spot on the floor and ran as fast as you could towards the front door, almost tripping three times, before you threw open the door to be greeted by your favorite metal head.

"Hey Y/N! How's my favorite rockstar doin-" Eddie tried to say, only to be crushed in a giant hug from you.

"Wow! You trying to kill me? Not that dying from a hug from you sounds so bad but is there any reason in particular you tried to run me over?" He jokingly asked, having wrapped an arm around your waist and was looking down at you.

You just shook your head, burying your face in his chest. You knew that if he saw how exhausted and how close you were to crying, he'd try to get you to take a break and be little and you didn't have time for that. Not with all that studying you had to do.

'Speaking of studying', you thought to yourself, 'I should probably get back to that'. You wanted so desperately to be curled up in his arms watching cartoons with a paciy in your mouth as he rocked you, but you just couldn't do that. Well that's what you thought anyway.

"Hey babe, are you okay?" He asked, now getting concerned with your lack of verbal response.

Blast! He's on to you. Just play it cool and maybe he won't notice how stress you are.

"Yeah I'm fine! Anyway I can't hang out with you right now. I have a bunch of studying I need to get back to and the finals are coming really soon so I have get back to my work, sorry" you tried to rush out not making eye contact with him as you turned to go back to your room.

"Finals? What fina- Wait do you mean the finals that are like three weeks from now? Those finals?" He asked slightly bewildered, following you to your room only to stop dead in his tracks upon seeing the state of your room.

"Jesus H. Christ" he whispered to himself (even though his room has looked far worse let's be honest)

"Yes Eddie, those finals. I need to make sure I'm prepared and ready for them because I know there gonna be hard and it's- I- just...It's gonna be hard okay! I need to do this so just leave! Please!" You snapped at him.

Why couldn't he see how important this was for you? You didn't have time to mess around! Right?

"Babe, the only thing your preparing yourself for is a mental break down. Your putting too much stress on yourself for something I KNOW your gonna do great on, by the way. You need a break so your can rest and not stress yourself into a panic attack." He concluded looking around trying to find some of your little stuff you had. "And I know just the way to do it".

As he was looking for your little stuff you tried to stop him.

"Eddie no. I can't. Not right now. Please just.....just leave." You didn't really mean that but you knew that if he stayed here you'd slip and wouldn't be able to continue your work.

Unfortunately for you, Eddie knew you didn't mean it too. When he finally found what he was looking for he turned around really quick and held it up to your face.

It was a little black bat stuffed animal he had gotten you when you first told him about your age regression. He got it to show you that he excepted this side of you with open arms and that he loved you no matter what. It had quickly became your comfort object and you used it everytime you were in little space.

"Well hi there Y/N! It's your favorite friend Midnight! I came to give you some good night snuggles!" Midnight - I mean Eddie said, using his funny little voice you loved so much especially when you were feeling small.

He was trying to get you to slip and it almost worked. You were holding it together just barley, but still you weren't slipping. You just couldn't. You looked away from him, reluctantly seeing as how you wanted to snuggle midnight desperately, and pouted slightly with with tears of frustration and exhaustion brimming in your eyes. Eddie knew you were gonna slip but you just needed a little push.

He sighed and lowers Midnight to the ground and took you in his arms, rocking you with his chin tucked under your head.

"Look I know you worried about this final, but you need to understand that stressing yourself out for this isn't going to help you. Your going to great cause your the smartest person I know and probably in the whole school. You'll do fine. And hey if it makes you feel better I'll help you with studying. I know I'm not that smart but I could read you flash cards and quiz you on stuff. So what do you say? Will you take a break for me? For your daddy?" He finally asked looking down at you, slightly worried that you wouldn't slip.

But he was relieved when he saw you nod with your bottom lip sticking out and hearing your whisper 'daddy' and holding on to him as tightly as you could.

"There's my little Rockstar" he said smiling super wide.

He picked you up and placed you on his hip crouching down to pick up midnight as he set you up for bed. He got you in you night time wear and placed your pacifier in your mouth, cooing at you for doing such a good job for him.

He walked you to you living room and put on some care bears for you to watch. He knew it was late but he thought you could stay up a little bit just to relax. As you were watching TV, he went into the kitchen, after finding your baby bottle from your room, and started making some angel milk. When he was done, he scooped you up into his lap and fed you the bottle.

You ended up drinking all of it before dozing off to sleep. Not before you felt Eddie place a good night kiss on your forehead and whispering how much he loves you.

In the end you did great on your finals. Eddie helped you along the way like he said he would. Doing flash cards with you and quizzing you on stuff. He helped you even more when you had to explain stuff to him because it seemed explaining stuff to Eddie helped you better understand what you were studying. He also made sure you took breaks in between. Either being little space breaks or just big space breaks. Eddie would always be there for you and you couldn't be more great full.

The End

Hope y'all liked the fic. Again this is my first ever fic here so sorry if it sucks. I think it was pretty good so please tell me what y'all think. It would be much appreciated. And thank you for requesting this. I think you might have just put me in the fanfic writing business lol. Love you guys 😘💜💜💜

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fruitmins · 1 year

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Oᵤᵣ Bᵢg Bₐby / BTS OT7

➭genre: little space, age regression, fluff, caregivers bts, little reader, sfw, hurt/comfort, mostly no plot

➭warnings: none

➭note: I have 100 followers?? wtff??? I love you all?? Thank you for the support??🫶🏃‍♀️. updated the masterlist finally

The boys never liked the idea of you having a job in the first place. On top of the possibility of you slipping into little space at work or someone realizing you live with the biggest boy group in the world, they had money. They could pay for all of your expenses anyways.

So why did you get a job? Simply to get out of the house and to have your own hard earned money in your pocket.

It didn’t take long for you to quickly feel bad about all the things they’d get for you big or little. And it didn’t take long for the mansion they moved you into with them to get small.

So here you were, two weeks into your job as a simple barista when you made your first mistake. Someone had ordered a pink drink that was pretty with strawberries and once you saw the sprinkles you slipped.

You hurriedly finished the order the best you could and rushed into the bathroom but to your horror one of your mangers Gigi, had already been in there and was washing her hands.

“What are you doing?” She quickly questioned you. She had always been a hard ass and almost no one liked her. She was picky with everything anyone did and had obvious favorites. “Your not on break, are you?”

Stupidly, your five year old mind told the truth and shook your head no.

“Then get back to work what’s wrong with you.” She said harshly which immediately brought tears to your eyes. She had yelled at you before so her harsh tone usually wouldn’t push you. But it was different when you were little, and she seemed to see that something was wrong.

She glanced at the sprinkles stuck to your sweaty hands, then at your glossy eyes. She raised an eyebrow, “How old are you twelve? Stop acting like a fucking child.” She scolded again taking a step towards you.

“N-No I’m five!” You shouted out of fear and she immediately realized what was happening. Her lips curled into a nasty grin before grabbing your ear and pulling on it as she lead out out the bathroom.

“You’re one of them idiots that think they are kids. Well guess what? Kids have to work too. And if you don’t, I’m deducting your pay.” She whispered into your ear before harshly pushing you towards the cash register where another coworker had took over.

You had no choice but to continue working and every day after that she’d keep a good eye on you. She’d criticize your every move and did things like intentionally throwing sprinkles on the floor and demanding you to sweep them up. She’d try to trigger you on purpose and when you eventually slipped she’d yell and demand you to do the most impossible tasks.

And if you dare tried to get out of it or not do it at all it only made things worse.

You were seriously thinking about quitting altogether, but being a barista soothed you and you liked the people you worked with. Of course there were occasional rude customers but you liked how organized the job was and just liked getting out of the house without it being such a hassle.

But working was starting to effect you mentally (since slipping was a coping mechanism and stress reliever) and was starting to effect you at home with the boys.

You started not to slip at home even though they were your caregivers, you were scared of death of slipping. So in turn, you started distancing yourself from them whenever you happened to slip. And then distancing yourself period.

You’d stay in your room most of the day and when it was time for dinner you have short answers whenever they tired to make conversation.

Even though they themselves were busy, your detaching did not go unnoticed. Neither did the fact that you were never little. The longest you’ve able to stay big was a week, but now it was going on three.

Finally, one day when you were off they sat you down on the couch for a talk.

“Y/N, did we do something?” Namjoon was the first to speak and the heartbreak in his voice caught you off guard.

“What?” You asked confused. That’s when you noticed how hurt they all looked. They weren’t pouting, more like sulking.

“You’ve just been distant lately. Always at work and always tired when you come home..” Hobi stated with a cautious voice as you swallowed a lump of guilt.

You hadn’t told them anything. You didn’t want them dealing with your work problems when they had their own. They had always fixed your problems to begin with, you could handle a bully on your own.

“You must be confusing me with Yoongi.” You spoke in a flat voice. You were trying to play it off as a joke but it didn’t come out right. Still, it amused Jin who let out a chuckle.

“Okay well you also haven’t slipped.” Taehyung spoke in a matter-of-factly tone which quickly made the room quiet and tense.

“I haven’t noticed..” you mumbled it obviously being a lie as you looked down at the couch.

“Really? Or did you just think we wouldn’t notice?” Jungkook corrected you quickly with a bitter tone. The words caught you off guard as you made eye contact with him. He looked sad but worried for you.

“Y/N we aren’t just your caregivers, we’re friends. Tell us what’s wrong?” Yoongi’s usual rough voice turned soft which made you shiver and shift uncomfortably in your seat. You couldn’t slip, not now.

This also didn’t go unnoticed and they suddenly had a new plan using only their eyes to confirm.

“Nothing.” You denied again.

“What’s wrong, angel? Why are you lying to us?” Jimin asked with an intention pleading tone.

Your eyes widen in realization. They were trying to get you to slip. But it far to late now.

“I’m not~” you said again in a more whiny tone as you slouched back on the couch. The warm fuzziness in your stomach was too strong to ignore this time. Especially when Tae started to pull you into his lap and stroke your hair.

The more you tried to fight the urge the more your head started to hurt. Flashbacks on your job clouded your mind as you started to cry. That’s when you broke.

“It’s okay princess.” Jungkook soothed you, using his hand to wipe your tears. “Let’s get you into some fuzzy clothes and a pull up.” He proposed taking you off of Jimin’s lap and into his arms as he headed to your room.

Not wanting to crowd you, the rest of them stayed downstairs while Jungkook whispered sweet things to you as he changed you into a comfortable onesie.

When you were back downstairs Jin had already prepared some small snacks for you along with a juice box.

“Baby, something’s made you distant and sad.” Namjoon stated once he had finished the snack and were sipping on the juice box. “We want to help you, but you have to let us okay?”

You nodded, taking a minute to form your words before speaking. “At work. Boss lady mean.” You whispered which immediately made them frown.

“What does boss lady say?” Tae asked with a worried expression as he held your hand while you were bouncing on Hobi’s lap.

“She say littles are dumb.” Tears formed in your eyes as you thought back at her mean shouting. “She yell and tug when I make messes. She no like littles.”

You could feel Yoongi hold you tighten on your hand when you continued as the boys all shared the same looks at each other. The ‘someone is getting fired’ look.

“Am I dumb?” You asked them when they went silent as your lip quivered.

“Absolutely not!” Jungkook immediately answered. “Boss lady doesn’t know what she’s talking about. You are a gift.” He continued in a strong voice. He was trying not to get to angry in front of you but his blood boiled at the thought of someone saying these things to you.

“Why didn’t you tell us this was happening baby? We would of helped you before it got to bad.” Jimin asked with a frown while he tried to maintain eye contact with you.

“I wanted to fix it myshelf.” You state in a low voice, feeling disappointed.

“It’s okay. You can be independent. It’s just when things get to bad you have to tell us.” Hobi told you softly but in a firm tone to know he was serious and you nodded.

“We’re gonna make sure she never does it again.” Tae reassured you with a head pat but you just frowned. “I can’t work?” You asked.

“You can still work sweetie. We know how much you like earning money and how relaxed you are when you work.” Jin reassured you with a gentle smile.

“It’s however the fuck boss lady is that can’t work anymore.” Yoongi mumbled angrily but it only caused you to smile.

“Swear.” You giggled and pointing as the rest of them glared at Yoongi. You loved when Yoongi swore around you, simply because he wasn’t supposed to. You grinned whenever he got scolded or smacked by Jin. Yoongi just ignored the looks and lightly chuckled, your giggles making him slightly less mad.

Once everything was settled the boys immediately had someone on the phone with your manager and she was fired only three days later.

So you vowed to yourself to tell them if anything was bothering you again.

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xoxiu · 6 months

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baby, it's you - ot7 x reader

chapter two

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summary: you get kidnapped while on a school trip to korea and get sold into south korea's luxury littles market. the most famous idol group wins your auction.

tags/warnings: forced infantilism, little!reader, diapers, noncon drug use, kidnapping, minor ed behaviors, attempted sa (cocsa?), spanking, diapers, caregivers!bts, force-feeding, language barriers

tags: @katskeigo, @queen-klarissa

The gray room was dark- the only illuminated areas were where the sun shone through the cracks in the blinds. Sleepily, you slowly blinked your eyes, going in and out of consciousness. Everything was a haze. All you knew was that you sat in a room with a bunch of other young adults and that men in black suits occasionally came in to take one of you out of the room. You assumed they never came back, but you were too out of it to keep track of their comings and goings. Nevertheless, fear festered in the pit of your stomach.

You were lucky enough to be placed in a corner of the room, giving you two walls to lean on while you struggled to feel your own body. The ones stuck in the middle of the room either laid flat on their backs, unable to sit themselves up, or uncomfortably sat with their backs severely hunched over. No one could properly speak, making the room fill with whines and whimpers of terror.

The restraints on your wrists and ankles seemed like overkill- you couldn't move a single body part, sans your fingers and toes. Everything felt as if a 20-pound weighted blanket rested on you, leaving you trapped and immobile.

The doors opened, flooding the room with light from the hallway. You closed your eyes at the sudden attack of brightness and listened closely to the clicks of the men's dress shoes.

They were approaching you.

You kept your eyes closed, creating a fantasy in your head that you were simply imagining the footsteps and that you weren't the next to leave. The fantasy quickly fleeted away as you felt yourself being lifted up and over a shoulder.

The fluorescent lights outside of the room felt like spikes to your sensitive eyes. Through squinted eyes, you watched a man rolling a baby's crib on wheels closer to where you hung over someone's shoulder. You prayed to any god that you were just going crazy and imagining things. After you were placed inside the crib, you soon realized that this sick and twisted fantasy was your new reality.

All you could do was lay back against the bars of the crib and stare off into the distance. You felt yourself being rolled into another room but with much harsher lights. As you refocused your vision, you realized you were on a stage. A man with a suit and microphone stood center-stage, waiting for you to join him.

Soon you were on display in front of a crowd of well-dressed strangers. They all looked rich and powerful, and all their eyes were on you. Breathing began to become harder, and for the first time, you felt something in your body. Your heart, which pounded harder and harder, made your chest hurt and burn.

"This is y/n. She is a young American girl with blonde hair and brown eyes," the man said as he circled you. You didn't understand a word besides your own name, which made you feel even worse. Not once did you tell these people your name.

A hand reached down towards you, twirling a piece of your hair. He continued to talk to the crowd with a smile. You felt like an animal at the zoo; just existing to be observed while encaged and sedated.

Shouts from the crowd echoed throughout the auditorium, leaving you even more confused and concerned. It felt as if you were being auctioned off to the highest bidder. You shuddered at the thought of such an inhumane act. As the shouts went on and died off, your self-soothing thoughts of this not being an auction died as well.

This was 100% an auction, and you were the prize.

"And for one billion won, y/n goes to the idol group BTS!" The crowd clapped at the man's final words before you were ushered off the stage.

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"She's just tired; it's been a very long day for her," a woman said from somewhere behind you. You closed your eyes tightly in hopes that everything would disappear, or perhaps that you would disappear. Trying to bargain with the anxiety in your chest was not working out as well as you planned.

"Oh, you'll be able to sleep soon, baby," a man said. You soon felt yourself being picked up by your underarms and lifted out of the crib. The sudden movement made your chest pound harder, and you let out a few whimpers as you felt every emotion and feeling nearing its tipping point.

You were in a foreign country, didn't understand the language, most likely just got sold into some trafficking ring for adult babies, and now you were being held against a stranger.

Sobs racked your body as your forehead rested against the man's shoulder. Sounds of hushes and coos filled the room, and multiple hands rubbed at your back and arms to silence your cries. Nothing would calm you down besides being back home in your own bed, with your own family and friends. As long as you were in this man's arms, you thought, you would not be at peace.

Daydreams of your life back home occupied your mind, allowing you to mentally escape your current reality. The way your mom baked fresh bread every Sunday morning, the way your little brother played his rock music annoyingly loud, the way your father would come home from work and immediately nap in his recliner. You didn't even want to think about Lainey, and how at this rate she would grow up only hearing stories about you and remembering vague memories.

The revving of a car engine dragged you out of your thoughts. You looked around only to realize you were in a car, with lots of people inside. Your sobs increased alongside your breathing- this wasn't real.

Jimin reached over and popped a pacifier in your mouth. The feeling of the silicone nipple in your mouth made you gag, but despite your best effort to push it out, Jimin gently held it against your lips.

"It's okay, it's okay," he kept repeating.

Your head began to pound, making you feel sick. Not just morally and mentally, but physically as well. You stop your feeble attempts to spit out the pacifier to focus on your breathing- you wanted to calm yourself down to avoid puking all over yourself.

"Good job, little one," Jungkook said from your other side. A hand ran through your hair soothingly, making your breathing tremble. You clenched your teeth around the pacifier and closed your eyes tightly.

One, two, three, you mentally counted the seconds as you breathed in and out. Usually during a panic attack, you would focus on what your body feels like. Not being able to feel a single body part made your stomach churn every time you tried to focus on your feet or hands.

A children's song filled your ears. You opened an eye to see the driver fiddling with the radio, trying to find a song to calm you with. The song was in a foreign language, most likely Korean, but you recognized the melody as Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star. While you would never admit it, the feeling of familiarity song with words you couldn't understand did make you feel better. It reminded you of falling asleep while watching television- the intonation and flow of speech while having no clue what was being said.

It had been a long day, you thought while looking out the windshield at the dark sky. The bright lights passing by were comforting. You made a mental game of counting every glow of light you passed until the ever-increasing number lulled you into a much-needed rest.

———

Everyone bickered quietly over who would carry you to bed. Taehyung carried you out to the car, and, according to Hoseok, didn't qualify for the running.

They all exited the vehicle, standing around the open van door in a circle for a game of rock, paper, scissors. Seokjin and Namjoon were the finalists, with Jin taking the winner title as his scissors beat Namjoon's paper. He smirked smugly as he reached into the van to unbuckle you from the car seat. Carefully, he carried you inside.

The nursery was dark sans the cloud nightlight on the wall opposite the crib. Jin gently placed you down in the crib alongside your various blankets and stuffed animals with a smile.

“Finally,” he whispered to himself.

For years, they have always wanted a little. Ever since Jungkook grew up, they missed having someone to coddle. So, once they moved into a bigger, nicer dorm, they immediately dedicated one room for their future little. They kept the walls white but painted the ceiling a soft pink- they badly wanted a girl. Over the years the decorations grew, as did the pile of stuffies and blankets and closet of clothes.

After placing a purple pacifier in your mouth, Jin walked towards the window to close the curtains. He didn't want the sun to wake you too early in the morning. He took one last loving glance towards you before closing the door, letting you rest.

#bts fanfic #bts x reader #kim namjoon #kim seokjin #min yoongi #jung hoseok #park jimin #kim taehyung #jeon jungkook #bts #namjoon x reader #seokjin x reader #yoongi x reader #hoseok x reader #jimin x reader #taehyung x reader #jungkook x reader #bts little space

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romanestuffsposts · 10 months

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Imagine Bucky's Little stealing away his metal arm at night and snuggles it (he usually takes it off to sleep) because she thinks daddy's arm is gonna protect her from monsters 🥺

Hi there love! 💜

This is so so sweet oh my god, I love it! Thank you for such a lovely request babe ❤️

I hope you like how I turned it

Enjoy <33

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Warnings : nightmare at the beginning, angst Daddy!Bucky, reassuring Papa!steve, sneaky little!reader, cuddles, fluff, pet names, cuddles

Pairings : Daddies!Stucky ; Daddy!Bucky x Papa!Steve x Little!Reader

Summary : nothing will harm you when you’re in their house

A/N : I didn't went through details for the nightmare at first because even though i wanted you to feel the comfort of Daddies, I didn't wanted to make anyone anxious 💜

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You can feel him coming to you. You knew there was something weird with your closet tonight, you had a bad feeling but daddies told you to throw it away and stop being a bratty little girl and go to bed.

Now, even under your cover, you can hear the footsteps, the breathing above your shoulder, you can feel his eyes searching for you. But you can't scream, you can't move, you can't call Daddies because then, you'll be found. And you can't risk that

So you're being a good girl a stay quiet, you don't move, you hold your breath and try to stay calm. You feel like your heartbeats is heard from all the city but if it still didn't found you then, it's in your head, right ?

The footsteps come closer and closer, your breathing is faster and louder as the noises are louder. And when the cover is thrown away from you, you sit on your bed, hyperventilating. Your sweat is all over you and you rapidly look around the room. Your eyes fall on the closet and your heartbeat starts to go faster.

What if there's still something in it ? What if it comes out when you lie back down ? What if...

You need something. You need something to protect you tonight but you're too scared to go wake up your Daddies. They had a hard and exhausting week, you knew that they had waited for their sleep and since tomorrow- or today now, is the first morning were they can sleep, you couldn't do that to them.

You hesitate for a moment, you're scared that the thing in your closet will come out if it hears your bare feet walking on the cold floor. But maybe if you walk really slowly it won't hear you ?

You will show to your Daddies that you were able to fall back asleep even tho you had a scary nightmare without their help. You can already hear their praises from here and that's where you found your courage.

You slowly raise your legs out of the mattress and slowly lower them down on the ground. As soon as your toes touch the ground, you feel your floor creak. You slowly rest your soles on the ground and stand up.

With a trembling form and quiet tears, you make your way toward the door. Once your hand is reaching it, you cling into it and open it. You quickly make your way down the hallway, the cold breeze feels good against your tired body.

You open their bedroom door and quietly sneak in it. You wonder your eyes around their room and smile when your eyes stop on what you're looking for. You slowly take steps after steps and try to be as quiet as possible. You know your Daddies are exhausting but that doesn't mean their super hearing isn't working right now.

You take your Daddy's arm who is resting beside his side of the bed and lifts it from the floor. It's heavy but you're a strong little baby- you're your Daddies's baby, so of course you're able to sneak it back in your bedroom.

Your Daddy doesn't remove his arms often, when you're sleeping with them he lets it on because he knows how much you love having four arms around you. He knows how much you love the cold feeling of his arms around your skin or his rough and cold fingers stroking your flesh.

But sometimes it hurt, sometimes his arm is hurting him so he removes it at night. And he used to apologise to you when he has to remove it when you're sleeping with them but each time you show him how much you love him and love his cuddles with two or one arm.

You feel a lot less scared when you enter in your bedroom. Your Daddy's arm is really strong and has a lots of power so of course his arm will protect you as much as your Daddies would.

You lie back down on your bed and throw the cover above your head, squeezing tight his arm against your tired and scared little body

Bucky lets out a soft groan as he turns on his back, and stretch his arm above his head. When he opens his eyes, he blinks a few times to get used to the sun light before turning his head toward Steve.

This one already has his eyes open and toward Bucky "Morning" he sings and Bucky smiles greeting him back "you sleep well ?" Bucky asks sighing as he stretches his body again

"Yeah, felt good to finally be able to sleep" Steve answers rubbing his eyes. Bucky agrees "yeah, you're right. I'm so proud of our little baby. She was able to be on her own this morning and let us sleep" he smiles

Steve chuckles and nods his head "let's see if she didn't burned the house" he jokes and Bucky chuckles. They both took their time getting ready, each one of them took ten minutes in the bathroom before making their way out.

Bucky walks toward the bed and frowns when he doesn't see his arm. He looks around, under the bed, beside the nightstand but doesn't see it "Steve ?" he calls "Steve ? Did you see my arm ?"

Steve comes behind him and shakes his head "no, it isn't in the bathroom either ?" he asks and Bucky shakes his head "I just came out, I would've seen it" he constates

"You didn't remove it downstairs ?" Steve asks and Bucky shakes his head "No, I don't see why I would've done that" he frowns

"Do you want me to check the camera ?" Steve asks and Bucky nods "yeah, we'll check the camera. I want to be able to hug my baby when I see her" he says sighing

"You can still hug her Bucky" Steve rests a reassuring hand on his shoulder "you know she doesn't care of you hugging her with one arm or two" he says

"I know but I know she likes it better when I wrap two arms aroud her, she feels more protect this way and I like it better too" he sighs standing up and walking out of the room.

Steve sighs and quickly follow after him. When they walked by your room, Bucky stops walking "maybe she's in there" Steve says and goes to walks inside "go and check, I'll check the camera" he says but Steve stops him by catching his arm "slow down Bucky. It's okay, calm down. Just come in"

He opens the door and is surprised to find it still in the dark. You have your little light on but your room is still on night mode. They quietly steps inside and Steve walks toward the bed, he pulls down the cover and smiles warmly when he sees you, sleeping and cuddling your Daddy's arm

"Buck" he whispers without looking away from you. Bucky makes his way toward your bed and his expression soften when he sees you "oh my perfect babygirl" he sighs and kisses your little forehead. With his fingers, he gently strokes your forehead, temple and hair in an attempt to wake you up.

You sigh a little and open an eye after some seconds. You look up and see both of your Daddy smiling down at you "hi there love" your Daddy smiles "how did you sleep ?" he asks sitting on the edge of your bed

"not so well" you whisper and hug tighter your Daddy's arm "oh yeah ? is that why you took Daddy's arm ?" your Papa asks, kneeling beside the bed. You nod your head "bad deams" you say and your Daddy tilts his head "why didn't you woke us up, baby ? We could've helped you"

"wanted to be a big girl for Daddies" you say peering up at them and their smiles grow bigger "you're such a good and big girl for Daddies" Your Daddy smiles, kissing your little nose "such a perfect little one for us"

You blush and giggle, you squirm a little under the cover "can I have my arm back ?" your Daddy asks "I'll protect you more with it on me" he winks "and I really want to carry my strong baby downstairs"

You smile and nod your head. You let go of the arm and watch your Daddy taking it back, he puts it back on his body and do the thing you love so much, his arm switches by itself making you laugh

He grins before stands up, he throws away the cover and grins down at you "ready, sweet thing ?" he asks teasingly. You kick your feet giggling and nod

He wraps his hands around your waist and lifts you up. He rests you on his hip and turns you toward your Papa "what do you want for breakfast, princess ?" he asks brushing his nose against yours

You giggle as he does that "cookies!" you squeal excited. Your Daddy laughs and looks at Steve giving him the look that says how do you get out of that now ? Steve rolls his eyes at his husband and turns back toward you "let's go do some cookies then" he winks and you gasp

You really didn't thought they would agreed.

"chet unde m' bed, pwease" you ask, sucking your paci. You're squeezing Bucksie in your hands as your Daddies check your room. Your Papa falls on his knees and looks under your bed. When he sees there's nothing, he stands back up "we checked all your room, sweetie. There's nothing who can harm you in there" he reassures you

You nod and look at them with fear in your eyes, they can't help but feel a pain in their chest when they see you like this. Your Daddies make their way toward your bed and sits on each sides of you "we promise you there's nothing in your room, sweetness" your Papa reassures again.

You nod but your Daddy can tell that you're still scared so he proposes "do you want to sleep with us, babygirl ? Just the three of us in our room, you between us. Will you feel better if we slept that way tonight ?" he asks, stroking your hair

You whimper and nod your head, looking up at him "alright then," he stands up and lifts you up "let's go get you to bed, beautiful" he whispers and waits for Steve to make your way to their room. You hold your Papa's hand as they wonder down the hallway

Your Daddy lies you down in the middle of their big and comfy bed. You squeeze Bucksie against your chest and sucks your paci. You snuggle closer to your Papa once he's laying beside you and you feel your Daddy's arms wrapping around your waist from behind

"sweet dream, little one" he kisses the back of your neck. You sigh in contentement and hold his metal hand in yours, tightly

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swee7dream · 2 months

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Can you write a babyspace!reader with cg!Haechan, where Haechan takes good care of the baby, but starts to slip into a little headspace himself? He’s in an older headspace, so he acts more like a big sibling to the reader than a caregiver like this.

weird cg!lee donghyuck x f!reader

genre agere content, fluff, slice of life warnings petnames used wc 962 dni if you sexualize age regression ( you can't see it but i'm giving you the thumbs down of shame )

synopsis you are making haechan weird . but he's okay with that for some reason .

Haechan has never had a partner like you.

He remembers the day you stood shaking like a leaf, speaking with a lump in your throat and your heart wide open.

“And this like… for fun? Sometimes. Oh. Okay. Weird.”

‘Weird.’

The memory of his mistake echoes mockingly, bouncing off the walls of his mind endlessly, never letting him catch a break. Look like you're having a good time there, Lee. That's great. Remember this?

“Channie, what you doin’?” You drop your head to the side as if the new angle would help you figure out the reason your caregiver is sticking his fingers into the corners of his closed eyes.

“Nothing, Angel,” he sighs. “Are you done playing trains?”

“Yeah.” He feels the weight of your head drop onto his lap. “Done done.”

“You should clean up then.”

“… ‘morrow,” you mumble. Your hand reaches out for something, your fingers curling up and extending as if it were pulling on the invisible strings that would bring whatever it is you’re wanting closer to you.

“What are you looking for, sweetheart?”

Groans.

“I don’t know what that means. Also, you really need to clean up. You won’t be happy when you wake up in the morning and you step on a block.”

Whines.

You are a whiny little thing, especially at these hours of the night. This phase is what Hyuck calls “the drop”. At this time, everything drops: your verbal skills, your walking ability, your heavy little eyelids.

“Hello?” He singsongs, gently tapping your cheek. “Am I still speaking to Angel? Or is this Baby?”

Oh, Baby. Angel’s mortal enemy.

Angel is but an ironic pet name for your tiny self, she is nothing if not the opposite of an angel. If Angel wakes up before Donghyuck, she shakes him awake by jumping on the bed. Angel squeals and runs and jumps and scares. Angel is a little imp and everytime he tells you that, all he gets in return is a shameless grin.

Baby, on the other hand, is just a tiny little thing. She comes out of hiding very infrequently, usually during the times you’re supposed to be sleeping. Baby is boring and lame, Angel says, all she does is sleep! Haechan, however, loves Baby. She’s a nice break from the games of hide-and-seek where you hide so well Donghyuck’s heart drops thinking you hid outside. The only things Baby needs are some warm milk, cradling, and the occasional binky to be happy.

Groans (again).

“Okay, okay. I think I can guess what you’re looking for.” He sighs, but the smile in his voice is very much there.

He reaches for the couch’s side table, pulling the drawer open for a shiny box. The lamp’s light reflects off the pacifier, nearly in mint condition from lack of usage. Thanks to having washed it before putting away the last time it was used, the pink dummy can go directly into your mouth.

“Boop.” Attempt one fails, your lips don’t open to accept his offering. “Boop.” Attempt two succeeds!

Haechan feels you go boneless on top of him and pats your head as your breathing slows. He doesn’t try picking you up, that’s not his thing and it’s definitely never been Angel’s either. He just… slowly slides down the couch like a worm onto the living room floor. It’s uncomfortable and not a smooth process but better than the alternative of waking you up when you’re still in a sensitive headspace.

It’s quiet down here, he thinks. It’s just as quiet as when he was up on the couch but a different sort of quiet, he just can’t place it. He sighs silently at the mess before him, blocks and train tracks everywhere. It wouldn’t take long to pick it up really, it’s just such a bore.

Not too far away from his hand are some scattered blocks. (”Town was built on the train tracks, Channie.” “That sounds like some severe infrastructure problems.”) He yawns while making a little house with them, three rectangular birch wood blocks for the walls and a red triangle block for the roof. It’s too small, Donghyuck frowns. Rain will definitely come in. He clicks his tongue and begins looking for another triangle block.

Hyuck blinks and the house has become five, another blink and the five houses have become towers, a third blink and he’s placing the block bridging the two towers together over the train track he had turned back on sometime in between blink two and three. He’s pretty good at this, he nods approvingly of himself.

You need to turn the lights off, a voice in the back of his mind says, the electric bill has been getting crazy. The voice is right, but Haechan does not care. Another yawn escapes him as the clock tick-tick-ticks to midnight. Ever since you entered his life you’ve been throwing him off. He’s sleeping at five in the morning, he’s wearing closed-toe shoes to leave the house, he’s playing with blocks.

It’s you, he pouts. It’s you making him play with these blocks and trains, even if you’re asleep. You’re the one responsible somehow. You’re the one making him all weird like you. Making him all… comfortable and safe. Your lack of judgment is something dangerous for someone like him. He blinks. What a weird thought.

You rustle in his lap, blinking up until your eyes focus on his face.

“Chan?” You rub your eyes, Angel nowhere in sight. “What are you doing, Hyuck?”

“Just… playing.”

a/n hello ! it's vix. thank u for the request, anon ! i don't write agere!idols out of fear of infantilizing them so this was the kind of happy middle i got. hope it's okay !

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