#stray regression

[muzzlkid]

          🐾   —   STRAY   REG             by   @muzzlkid

DEFiNiTiON : For regressors who are stray dogs or strays who regress. For those who have been abandoned by their owners or society, and are on their own in regression whether by choice or by force. Perhaps said regression is raw and unsavory like a dog whose bones are showing through its skin, blood dried around its mouth from ripping chunks from whatever meat it can find. For those whose regression is a mode of survival. Perhaps one has been categorized as a stray due to dehumanization or another form of trauma, although it does not have to be a label forced upon said regressor. One may also reclaim (proudly or in defiance) the stray label, or simply identify as a stray in an alterhuman, therian, kin, or source sense.

F2U ? : Yes. With credits. Intended for trauma/non-trad regressors but anybody can use. Do not repost, use without credits, or claim as your own. Feel free to tag me with creations ^_^.

[sereia4skz]

hihi! could i please ask for a daddy!innie? with age regressor reader? where, bc he’s always been treated as the youngest and the baby, isn’t quite sure how to help when reader regresses, but it’s super fluffy as she helps him figure it out? and maybe at the end he does something for her on his own and it’s super cute? love your works!!! <3

drabble | little lessons

pairing: caregiver!jeongin x little!reader

genre: fluff

warnings: age regression (non-sexual), use of caregiver/daddy titles, pacifier use, plushies, soft baby talk, insecure!Jeongin

word count:

masterlist: A-Side (texts) | B-Side (written)

Jeongin’s knee bounces under the table, thumb swiping back and forth across the rim of his mug. He hasn’t taken a sip of his tea in five minutes.

You’re curled up on the couch nearby, wrapped in your favorite blanket, pink pacifier bobbing gently with each breath. You’ve been in headspace since this morning, soft, quiet, and clingy, even more than usual. Your favorite plushie, the one he won for you at that awful street fair claw machine, is tucked under your chin like a shield.

He knows what this is. You’ve explained it before. Age regression. It’s something safe for you, something warm. It helps with the bad days. He wants to be good at this. He wants to be your safe place. But… he’s never been anyone’s caretaker before.

He’s always been the baby, the one who gets cooed at and teased and protected. He’s not used to this.

You peek over at him, big doe eyes blinking slow and sleepy behind your stuffy. You shift under the blanket like you’re unsure. Your hand reaches out but doesn’t quite stretch far enough.

“Daddy?”

It’s barely a whisper, just a puff of air around your paci, but Jeongin hears it like a song. His heart squeezes. He sets down his mug and crosses the room to kneel in front of you.

“Hi, baby,” he says softly. “You okay?”

You nod but wrinkle your nose. “You… far,” you mumble.

“I’m sorry, sweet pea. Wanna cuddle now?”

You nod again, a bit faster. He smiles and lifts you into his arms like you weigh nothing. He sits down on the couch and lets you curl into his lap, your legs over his and your cheek against his chest. His hand rubs slow circles on your back, grounding you. Your plushie ends up squished between you both like a tiny soft barrier.

It’s quiet for a while. Then, your fingers tug gently at his hoodie sleeve.

“Daddy’s... not smilin’,” you mumble. “Did I do s’methin’ wrong?”

His heart drops.

“No, no, sweetheart. You didn’t do anything wrong,” he promises, kissing the top of your head. “I’m just thinkin’. That’s all.”

You frown, pacifier falling from your lips to rest on your chest. “Thinkin’ makes Daddy sad?”

Jeongin chuckles softly. “Sometimes.”

He waits a beat. Then he sighs, finally brave enough to say it.

“I just… I don’t really know what I’m doing.”

You blink up at him. “Huh?”

“I wanna take care of you,” he says gently. “Be a good Daddy. But I’ve never… done this before. I don’t know what you need sometimes, and I get scared I’ll mess it up.”

Your little hands grab his hoodie tighter. “But you’re already a good Daddy…”

Jeongin leans back, touched, but also confused. “Yeah?”

You nod, cheeks puffing up in that little pouty way you do when you’re being very serious. “You hold me lots. You talk nice. You always make me snacks and put my plushie in the dryer when she gets wet. And you tell me you love me all the time.”

A smile finally cracks across his face. “That’s… a lot, huh?”

“S’a lot,” you confirm with a decisive nod.

Jeongin kisses your forehead. “Okay. Thank you, baby. That makes me feel a lot better.”

You beam.

And then you light up with another idea.

“Wanna teach Daddy?”

He blinks. “Teach me… how to help you?”

You nod shyly. “Can show you what I like. So you won’t be scared no more.”

Jeongin lets out a breathless little laugh. “Okay. Deal.”

“Pinkie promise?”

He grins, holds out his pinkie, and lets you wrap your tiny finger around his.

From there, the day turns into a lesson.

You show him your regression box, the one he’s seen you keep tucked in the closet. You pull out your coloring book and favorite markers, soft jammies, the pink sippy cup with the sparkly lid. He takes mental notes the whole time, even going so far as to pull out his phone and write a few things down.

“Does Daddy have a favorite color marker?” you ask as you both settle onto the floor to color.

“Hm… I think I like this blue one,” he says, holding it up. “It reminds me of the sky when you’re having a good day.”

You stare at him with wide eyes. Then you get up and crawl across the floor just to smoosh a kiss to his cheek.

He blushes like a cherry.

After snack time (apple slices and a little chocolate milk), you tug his hand and guide him to the bedroom. You hand him your bunny onesie with the floppy ears and whisper, “This one, please.”

He gets the hint.

“You want Daddy to help dress you?”

You nod, going a little quiet and shy again.

His voice lowers to a soft murmur. “Okay, sweet pea. Arms up.”

He’s gentle, moving slow as he helps you into the onesie, zipping it up and smoothing the fabric over your tummy. You peek up at him, eyes fluttering, clearly content. When he brushes your hair out of your face, you lean into his palm like a kitten.

He carries you back to the couch and lays you in his lap, humming quietly while you suck on your paci and hug your bunny close. You start to drift off, fingers curled around his sleeve.

“Love you, Daddy,” you mumble sleepily.

His heart just about bursts.

“I love you too, baby girl.”

That night, after you’ve gone to bed, small and soft and wrapped in your blankets, Jeongin sits on the couch for a long time, scrolling through parenting blogs and regression-safe caregiver tips. He even messages Chan for advice (though he plays it off like it’s for a “friend”).

He learns the difference between little space and being childish. He finds a list of bedtime routines that could help. He adds a reminder to his calendar: pick up more bubble bath & dino nuggies.

The next morning, you’re still feeling little when you wake up, but something’s different.

You blink sleepily at your bedroom door.

There’s a small pink sticky note taped to it. You crawl out of bed and pad closer to read it.

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Welcome to Little Day! Daddy made a plan for you! 💕

Morning Snuggles (with me!) Breakfast: Strawberry pancakes & juice Activity: Coloring time (Daddy found a new book!) Movie: Your pick (I’ll make popcorn!) Bathtime: Bubbles & toys ready Cuddles & bottle Bedtime story (you can pick 2!)

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Your eyes go wide.

Downstairs, Jeongin waits in the kitchen, already in an apron, flipping pink-tinged pancakes on the stove.

When you peek in shyly, he turns around and grins, soft and proud.

“Good morning, my baby,” he says. “Did you see the surprise?”

You nod slowly, fox plush in your arms.

He crouches to your height and opens his arms. “Come here.”

You run into his hug like it’s instinct.

“Daddy made your whole day special,” he murmurs into your hair. “All by himself. Just for you.”

“You’re the best,” you whisper, voice high and sleepy and full of wonder.

He squeezes you gently. “Nah. I’ve got the best little girl. I’m just finally catching up.”

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[minminyoonjii]

hey! i had an idea but it’s quite a long one if that’s okay. BUT you’re my favorite writer and you’re the only one i trust with this request :) can you write one about little fem reader who thinks she’s a burden or troublesome to cg ot8 skz (maybe because of some kind of misunderstanding?) and starts to misbehave (act out, throw tantrums) because she doesn’t want to tell them and doesn’t know how else to handle her emotions. maybe later on, they realize something has clearly been bothering her and confront her about it and she breaks down crying and finally tells them. basically something angsty with fluff and hurt/comfort in the end. you can completely ignore this if you don’t feel comfortable writing it; it’s totally fine! i love all your fics btw, keep up the great work! <33

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Wholesome|Hurt/Comfort|Breakdown|Involuntary Regression|Bottling Up Emotions|Anxious! Little Reader|Depressive Thoughts|They Know|Lashing Out|Self-Doubt|Heavy Misunderstanding|Overthinking! Little Reader 💛 Oh beans, I'm back from war. Two long semesters for a degree. I apologise in advance if my writing isn't as smooth as before. I'm trying to get used to it again. Here's a little sneak peek into my life, I'm currently editing while having a serious scholar meeting and had to perform a QTE because I clicked the share screen button by accident. Thankfully, when checking with my friends, no one saw a thing, but as a first update in a while; my heart dropped so far. Do let me know if there are any tags I missed. Again, it's been months since I've written and uploaded. I hope everyone has a good day and enjoys this little reader hurt/comfort.

💌 This is a work of fiction, I by all means don't force ship anyone. They have the right to love whomever they want.

🍄Wordcount: 1.6K

"Don't do that," Jisung chastised, crossing his arms. You furrowed your brows, nibbling on your bottom lip, "Why should I listen to you?" you scoffed, rolling your eyes. Jisung looked at you in disbelief, "Easy there. What's with the attitude?" he asked, squatting down to where you're seated. You rolled your eyes once more, pushing yourself up, "Nothing," you defended, stepping out. Jisung pursed his lips, hand calling the only person who could get through to you, "Hyung, Code Otter," he said, with a serious and deadpan expression.

Chan sighed through the phone, "Really, Sung-ah? Code Otter?" he asked, rubbing his temples. "The disrespect I've experienced today," Jisung said, clutching his invisible pearls. "But, yes. Code Otter. She's on the loose," he said in all seriousness. Chan hummed, "I'll find her," he said, hanging up the call. A huff of air escaped your lips as you stared into the horizon. The sun was starting to set, hues of pink and orange merging together.

Thoughts spiralled into your head. "She was falling behind," Minho said, watching your audition clip. Felix nodded, "Yeah, her steps didn't match the others at all," he said, watching how far you've come. You bit your bottom lip, remembering the way you overheard their conversation. "Was I that lacking? I thought I improved this practice. Was I really out of step?" you mumbled, assuming that they were talking about the recent practice video they filmed.

More thoughts compiled together in the silence. "It's so hard to keep entertaining her," Changbin complained, scrolling through his phone. Hyunjin chuckled, "Right? She's so troublesome and needy," he smirked, showing Changbin something on his phone. You curled up further at the memory, "I don't want to be here anymore," you murmured, picking at the sides of your fingers. Chan sighed in relief, finding you curled up on the rooftop after hours of search, "Baby," he whispered, stepping towards you.

You flinched at his voice, "Chan," you replied, averting your gaze. Chan pursed his lips, "Do you want to talk about it?" he asked, giving you the space to speak. You rolled your eyes, "I have nothing to say," you grumbled, your inner walls high and guarded. "Is that so?" he asked, watching your expression. You nodded, "Nothing at all," you whispered, picking at the sides of your fingers. Chan stretched his arms. "Alright then, come on," he said, reaching out his hand.

You furrowed your eyebrows, "To where?" you asked, staring at his palm. Chan smiled, "Home. Seungminnie ordered pizza for us," he said, waiting for you to take his hand. You hesitated, "Only because there's pizza involved," you said, taking his hand. Chan chuckled, "Yes, yes. I'm sure the boys bought your favourite too," he reassured, pulling you close. The ride home was tense, and you looked away from everyone. Changbin nudged Hyunjin's side, showing him a video he had taken with Berry. "Isn't she a menace?" he whispered, scrolling through the pictures of Berry nibbling his finger.

Hyunjin chuckled, "A total menace. She's so annoying, too," he grinned, trying to hold back his cuteness aggression. You pressed your tongue against your inner cheek, trying to bite back the tears building in your eyes. Thoughts spiralled again, "Can't they see I'm right here?", "How could they openly say that about me?", "Maybe, I deserve it," you thought, craving to be in your bed. Chan opened the car door, "Home sweet home," he said, helping you out.

You nodded, taking his hand, knowing that in your bed is a Skzoo waiting for your hugs. Seungmin smiled, handing you a slice of pizza, "Eat up before you bathe, it's still warm," he said, ruffling your hair. You feigned a smile and took a bite. The warmth flooded your mouth, making your heart feel tender. "How was your day, cupcake?" Minho asked, setting a glass of cider in front of you. "None of your business," you snapped, subtly glaring at him.

Minho squinted his eyes at your behaviour, "I asked because it is my business. How was your day?" he said, standing a bit straighter. You rolled your eyes, setting the food down. "Why do you want to know? Leave me alone," you huffed, losing your appetite as you remembered the way he talked about your dancing. Minho chuckled, "Acting like a brat isn't going to get you anywhere," he said, crossing his arms. "I am not acting like a brat," you retorted, glaring at him.

"Good girls, don't act this way, don't you think?" Minho said, trying to push you into that secure state. You scoffed, "Don't patronise me," you gritted, leaving the dining room. "Get back down here!" he yelled, placing his hand on his waist. You groaned, "Go away!" you yelled back, slamming your bedroom door. The room went silent after your outburst. "What just happened?" Jeongin whispered, as the tension felt heavy to speak up.

Chan sighed, "She's been on edge since this morning. I tried probing it out of her, but got nothing. Let's give her some space and hopefully she'll come to us sooner or later," he said, upset with himself for not handling the situation better. Felix rubbed his back, "It's okay, hyung. I'm sure she'll confide in us when it gets too much. I trust her, we all do," he whispered, rubbing the back of Chan's nape. Chan nodded, "I trust her, I do. I can't help but worry though," he admitted, exhaling deeply.

You washed up and dressed yourself in comfortable clothes. Your pacifier is clean and ready to use; your Otter Skzoo awaits your warm hugs. Tears streamed like a heavy load spilling through your body. Soft hiccups turned into silent wails as you muffled your cries behind your plush. "Too loud," "Too needy," "Too much," you thought. "I can't do anything right; everything I do is a mistake. I'm a mistake. It hurts," you whispered, thoughts coming aloud as you whispered them under your breath. "It hurts so much," you choked up, clutching the Skzoo in your hands like a lifeline.

It didn't take long for your headspace to switch involuntarily. Your mind had to recover, and it found solace in being little. You crawled out of bed, needing someone to hold you. Your bigger thoughts were muffled with the innate need to be comforted. There wasn't a fear of being judged or a fear of being pushed away. Your mind needed one thing, and nothing could come between it. You bumped into Jeongin, tears blurring your sight as you looked up at him. Jeongin's eyes widened. "What happened, Angel?" he whispered, lifting you in his arms.

Your lips wobbled, "Waah", you wailed, sobbing hard against his shoulder. Jeongin lifted you to the living room, bouncing you in his arms. Everyone looked at you with concern and worry in their eyes. Jeongin rubbed your back, "It's okay, Angel. You're okay," he shushed, trying to soothe you, but it didn't have much effect. You hiccuped through your sobs, "Chus no wan' me anymore," you sobbed, burrowing into Jeongin's shoulder. A shiver ran down their backs. "What do you mean, Agi-ah. Of course, we want you," Changbin cooed, trying to brush your hair, but you swat his hand away.

"Lies! You're lying!" you wailed, sobbing harder. "Princess, we're not lying. Could you tell us why you think so?" Hyunjin whispered, rubbing your back with Jeongin. You hiccuped, "Jinnie called me twoublesome and and needy," you cried, whimpering at the memory. Hyunjin furrowed his brows, trying his hardest to remember when he said those words. A soft gasp escaped his lips. "Princess, did you overhear us talking?" he asked, rubbing your arm. You nodded your head, tears and snot coating your puffy face. Jisung cooed, wiping the mess.

Hyunjin sighed, "Princess, we weren't talking about you. Changbinnie hyung was complaining about running with Berry. It could've never been you, sweetie. You're far too important to us," he reassured, kissing your forehead. You sniffled, "Really?" you whispered, a slight lisp in your voice. Hyunjin smiled, "Really, really," he said, tucking your hair behind your ears. Your lips wobbled, "Lixxie and Minmin said I'm lacking and is falling behind," you sniffled, looking at them for an explanation.

Minho raised an eyebrow, "Cupcake, when did you hear that?" he asked, trying to recall. Felix gasped, "Hyung, was it when we watched her old audition videos?" he said, heading closer to you. Minho's mouth agaped, "Right. Agi, we were admiring how far you've come. You're one of the best dancers I've ever gotten to dance with. We were reminiscing about not teaching and guiding you earlier. You've grown so much as a person, Agi-ah," he cooed, booping your nose.

You scrunched your nose, "Not a burden?" you whispered, tilting your head. Seungmin nibbled at your cheek, "Never a burden, silly girl," he teased, chuckling at your squeals. Chan pressed his forehead against yours, "Baby girl, no matter what happens, you'll never be a burden to us, okay?" he whispered, wiping the stray tears dripping down your cheek. Your tummy grumbled, feeling hungry after all that emotional turmoil.

Jisung chuckled, "Luckily, we still have some pizza ready to heat up. Come on, Baby. Let Innie get changed," he said, carrying you from Jeongin's soaked hold. You sniffled, "Sowwy, Ninnin," you said, upset that his shirt was practically soaked in tears, snot and saliva. Jeongin pecked your forehead, "It's okay, Angel. Go have dinner, hm? I'll join you later," he said, patting your hair. "You heard the man. We have a little one to pamper," Jisung chuckled, bouncing you in his hold.

Your giggles filled the room. Felix sighed, "Does this count as her admitting that she's a little?" he asked, watching Jisung entertain you. Chan pursed his lips, "About 70% I'd say," he chuckled, shaking his head as Jisung made aeroplane pizza slices to feed you. Minho hummed, "We'll get there, soon enough," he said, sipping his lukewarm tea.

[little-pup-pip]

neutral/masc sheep moodboard please?

Sure!!

[daily-atsushi-hcs]

Atsushi is an involuntary age regressor

[linos-luna]

Regressed 🥀☁️

Minho x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Age Regression, mention of trauma, anxiety

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You’ve been dating your boyfriend for a few months now. He visits often and has recently started spending the night. This was a new experience for you since you’d never had anyone, let alone a boy, stay over before.

Minho understood that this was your first relationship. He was aware of your past traumas and personal struggles, yet his acceptance and love for you never wavered. It always surprised you how patient and caring he was.

That night was calm and comforting. He held you close, wrapping himself around you as the big spoon, keeping you warm. After a long day, you quickly fell into an exhausted sleep.

But around 7 a.m., the peace was disrupted. Your restless movements, along with small cries and whimpers, began to wake your boyfriend, filling him with con.

You were trapped in a nightmare, reliving a traumatic event. “N-no, stop… no…” you mumbled in your sleep, your voice trembling. “No, please…”

“Y/n?” Minho’s voice was soft but filled with concern as he gently tapped your shoulder, noticing the tears beginning to form in your eyes.

You continued to cry, your movements restless and your words becoming more desperate. “No! No! Stop! Help!” you cried out, your voice taking on a childlike tone of fear.

“Y/n!” Minho’s worry deepened as he shook you gently but firmly. “Y/n, wake up!” His heart raced as he tried to pull you out of the nightmare, desperate to bring you back to reality.

You gasped awake, immediately pulling the covers over yourself, trying to hide as you continued to cry.

“Y/n…? Baby, are you okay?” Minho’s voice was soft but filled with worry as he gently tugged at the covers to uncover you.

You didn’t answer, instead covering your face with your hands as you sat up, body shaking.

Minho sighed quietly, standing and watching you with concern. “Baby…” he said again, this time gently moving your hands away from your face. “It’s okay. You’re safe.”

You kept your gaze down, lost in your emotions.

“Baby?” he tried again, but you didn’t respond. It was like you weren’t fully there.

“Y/n?” This time his voice was firmer, pulling you out of your daze. Slowly, you lifted your head to look at him, wiping your tear-streaked cheeks with the back of your hand.

Something about the way you looked at him made him pause, his brow furrowing in concern.

“Y/n, are you okay?” he asked gently, crouching down to meet your gaze.

Your lips quivered in a small pout as you whimpered quietly. Minho’s heart sank as he pieced it together: you were age regressed.

You had mentioned this to him before, though he had never seen it happen. He remembered your explanation about how it was a trauma response, a dissociative state where you became vulnerable and revert to a childlike state. You often cried, and afterward, you wouldn’t remember much of it. Usually, you would isolate yourself until it passed.

Now, seeing it firsthand, Minho’s chest tightened. He understood what you needed most in this moment: gentleness, patience, and comfort.

Minho crouched in front of you, his heart aching at how scared you looked. Your cheeks were still damp, and your lips trembled as you sniffled softly, avoiding his eyes.

“Baby,” he said gently, his voice soft and soothing. “It’s okay. I’m here.”

You whimpered again, clutching the edge of the blanket like it was a lifeline. Minho slowly reached out, careful not to startle you. “Can I hold you?” he asked, giving you the space to decide.

You hesitated but then gave a small nod, your eyes still downcast. Without wasting a second, he sat down on the bed and pulled you into his arms, cradling you gently against his chest.

“It’s okay,” he murmured, stroking your hair as you burrowed into him. “You’re safe, I promise. Nothing can hurt you.”

You clung to him tightly, letting out soft hiccups as the tears began to slow. Minho rocked you slightly, his hand rubbing soothing circles on your back.

“Do you need anything, baby?” he asked softly.

You shook your head against his chest, but your fingers clutched at his shirt like you were afraid he’d let go.

“Okay,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “We’ll just stay like this, alright? I’m not going anywhere.”

For a while, the two of you stayed there in the quiet, your breathing slowly evening out as you relaxed in his arms. Minho felt your grip loosen slightly, and he smiled softly.

“Are you feeling a little better?” he asked after a while, his voice still calm and gentle.

You nodded shyly, finally peeking up at him with wide, teary eyes. “Stay?” you whispered in a small voice, barely audible.

“I’m staying,” Minho promised, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face. “I’ll stay as long as you need me, sweetheart.”

He adjusted the blanket around you, tucking you in securely while keeping his arms wrapped around you. In that moment, he decided he’d learn everything he could to support you through moments like this. For now, though, he focused on making you feel safe and loved, reassuring you with every quiet word and gentle touch.

You stayed curled up against Minho, his warmth and steady presence slowly calming you. Every time you whimpered or shifted uneasily, he would murmur reassurances, his hand never stopping its gentle strokes along your back.

After a while, your tears stopped completely, though your grip on him remained firm. He noticed your small movements as you fidgeted with the hem of his shirt, your eyes flickering up to his face every now and then.

“Do you want to talk, baby?” Minho asked softly, tilting his head to meet your gaze.

You shook your head quickly, burying your face back into his chest.

“Okay,” he said easily, not pushing. “We don’t have to talk. We can just stay like this.”

A moment of silence passed before you mumbled quietly, “C-can I…h-have my puppy?”

Minho blinked, realizing what you meant. He remembered the pink stuffed dog you always kept on your bed, the one you had mentioned was a comfort item from your childhood.

“Of course, baby. Let me grab it for you.”

He gently eased you off his lap, making sure you were still wrapped in the blanket. As soon as he handed the bunny to you, your face lit up just a little, and you clutched it close.

“Thank you…” you whispered, your voice small but grateful.

Minho’s heart melted at the sight of you. “Anything for you,” he said softly, settling back beside you and wrapping an arm around your shoulders.

For a while, you played quietly with the puppy ears, the tension in your body gradually easing. Minho stayed close, watching over you with a protective yet tender expression.

“Are you hungry?” he asked after some time.

You tilted your head thoughtfully, then nodded.

“Okay. Stay here, and I’ll bring you something,” he said, brushing your hair gently before standing up.

As he walked to the kitchen, Minho felt a wave of determination. He wanted to be your anchor, the person you could always turn to during moments like this. He quickly prepared some toast and a small glass of juice, keeping it simple yet comforting.

When he returned, you looked up at him with wide eyes, your puppy plush still clutched tightly in your arms.

“All for you,” he said with a smile, setting the plate down on the bed. He sat beside you and handed you a piece, making sure you were comfortable.

You nibbled on the toast, leaning against his side as you ate. “Thank you…” you said in that small voice.

He kissed the top of your head. “You never have to thank me, baby. I’m always here for you.”

Though you were still quiet, there was a lightness returning to your expression.

As you finished nibbling on the toast, you turned to Minho with a shy smile, crumbs still on your lips. “More juice?” you asked in a soft, hopeful voice, holding the empty glass out to him with both hands.

Minho chuckled softly, taking the glass from you. “Of course, sweetheart. I’ll be right back, okay? Stay here with your puppy.”

You nodded, clutching your stuffed dog tightly and watching him as he walked to the kitchen. When he returned, you were sitting cross-legged on the bed, the blanket draped over your shoulders like a cape.

“Here you go, baby,” he said, handing you the refilled glass.

“Thank you,” you said sweetly, taking a small sip before looking up at him with wide eyes. “Will you color with me?”

Minho blinked for a moment, caught off guard. “Color?”

You nodded enthusiastically. “I wanna color,” you said, your voice a little brighter now.

A smile spread across his face as he grabbed the supplies and sat beside you. “Okay, what are we going to draw?”

You thought for a moment, before giggling. “A puppy! Like puppy here!” You held up your stuffed dog for emphasis, its floppy ears bouncing as you moved.

Minho laughed softly. “Puppy it is.”

He looked through your desk, finding some paper and colored pencils and bringing them to you.

You handed him a blue pencil and kept the pink one for yourself. While you scribbled happily, Minho focused on drawing a puppy with big floppy ears and a goofy grin, occasionally glancing at you to see your progress.

“Look!” you said, holding up your drawing proudly. It was a little messy, but you’d drawn a pink dog surrounded by colorful scribbles.

“That’s amazing, Y/n!” Minho praised, his smile genuine. “Your puppy looks so happy!”

“Yours good too!” you said, pointing to his drawing. Then you giggled, pointing at the ears. “They’re so big!”

Minho laughed along with you. “Big ears for a puppy, huh?” he said, making them even larger with a few extra strokes.

You leaned against him as you continued coloring, feeling safe and happy in his presence. After a while, you yawned, rubbing your eyes with one hand while still holding your bunny in the other.

“Getting sleepy again, baby?” Minho asked, gently brushing a strand of hair from your face.

You nodded, your voice soft and small. “Mhm… but stay?”

“I’ll stay right here,” he promised, tucking you back under the blanket and helping you lie down.

He adjusted the pillow beneath your head and made sure your plushie was snug in your arms. Sitting beside you, he hummed a soft tune, his hand stroking your hair until your eyes began to close.

“Night-night…” you mumbled, your voice fading as sleep overtook you.

“Goodnight, baby,” he whispered, leaning down to kiss your forehead. “Sweet dreams.”

Even as you drifted off, Minho stayed by your side, determined to protect you from the world, the world that had hurt you so much.

You slept for a few more hours while Minho quietly went about his morning. He brushed his teeth, got dressed, and tidied up the room, careful not to disturb you.

When you finally stirred, you felt more relaxed and rested. Slowly, you opened your eyes, blinking at the sunlight streaming through the window.

“Hey, baby,” Minho said softly, noticing you waking up. “How are you feeling?”

You yawned and rubbed your eyes before turning to him. “I’m okay…” you mumbled, glancing toward the window. Then, your eyes widened. “Wait! What time is it?!”

Minho checked his phone. “Uh, around 2 p.m., I think?” He hesitated, realizing you were no longer regressed.

“I slept that long?!” you exclaimed, sitting up quickly.

“Hey, Y/n?” Minho’s tone was calm but filled with concern. “Are you sure you’re feeling okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you replied with a slight tilt of your head. “Why?”

He hesitated before asking gently, “You… don’t remember earlier, do you?”

You frowned, shaking your head slowly. “No…?”

Minho gave you a reassuring smile. “It’s okay. You don’t have to worry about it.”

The conversation ended there, but the thought lingered in your mind for the rest of the afternoon.

Later, as you prepared for your therapy appointment, something clicked. You realized there was a gap in your memory from earlier that morning. You remembered waking up at 2, but everything before that felt hazy and distant.

A sinking feeling settled in your chest. What if…? you thought, dread creeping in. What if it happened again? The idea of Minho seeing you in such a vulnerable state filled you with anxiety.

Unable to push the thought aside, you grabbed your phone and dialed his number. The line barely rang before he answered.

“Hey, Y/n,” Minho said, his voice warm. “What’s up?”

You hesitated, your voice wavering slightly. “Minho… did something happen this morning? Before I woke up?”

There was a pause on the other end. Then, his tone softened even more. “Yeah, baby, but it’s nothing you need to worry about. I promise.”

Your grip on the phone tightened. “So… it happened, didn’t it? I regressed?”

“Yes,” he admitted gently. “But it’s okay. I stayed with you, and you were safe the whole time.”

Tears pricked your eyes as you whispered, “You didn’t… think it was weird?”

“No, never,” Minho said firmly. “It just made me want to take care of you even more. I’m here for you, baby.”

His reassurance melted some of the dread in your chest, and for the first time since waking up, you felt like you could breathe again.

“I love you,” Minho said suddenly, his voice warm and genuine.

Your cheeks flushed as you smiled softly to yourself. “I love you too,” you replied, your voice filled with emotion.

“Y/n…?” he asked, his tone shifting slightly, as if he wanted to make sure you were really listening.

“Yes?”

“I’m happy to be your caregiver,” he said with a smile, though you couldn’t see it through the phone, you could feel the sincerity in his words. “Don’t feel guilty about it. I’ll always be here for you.”

Tears welled up in your eyes, but this time, they weren’t from fear or shame—they were from the overwhelming sense of safety and love that his words brought you.

“Thank you, Minho,” you whispered, your voice breaking slightly.

“Always,” he said softly, as if it were the simplest truth in the world.

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Something like this happened to me the other day with my boyfriend. The thought of me being so vulnerable in front of him is so embarrassing and it was awkward trying to piece the morning together as I also didn’t remember it. I called him the next day and asked what happened. I guess I woke up from a nightmare and regressed a little. Still embarrassing to think about but my therapist tried explaining it to me… sometimes I feel like a crazy person.

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(sfw) how you spend easter sunday with stray kids:

sorry, this is really bad! i wanted to make something kinda cute for today… happy easter for those who celebrate! i grew up religious, so this is based on kiddie activities i did when i was younger!!

Bang Chan: Chan wakes up early and tells you to put on your best, most prettiest outfit because today’s a special day. He’ll help you change if you need help and will even tie your bows and button your buttons (but you’ve got to remember your manners and say “thank you”, okay?). He’s going to try his hardest not to work too hard today and if he’s got to go into the studio for the day, he’s bringing you with him.

And when you both return, he’ll try his hand at cooking Easter dinner too! Though, if he messes up then… takeout, anyone?

☆ If you’re religious at all, he’ll probably come up with a clever little craft activity for you both to do (like those little resurrection bread-thingies where the Peeps marshmallow disappears and represents Jesus? yeah, that).

Lee Know: Minho’s been placing plastic eggs all over the house after you went to bed last night, but didn’t tell you. So, when you find one of the hidden eggs and come running to find him, he can’t hide his smile.

“Whatcha got there, baby?” He asks, watching you waddle up to him with a yellow egg in your hands.

“Egg!” You cheer, giggling a little bit. “Egg! Foun’ egg!” Minho nods and holds your hands, pressing your thumbs against the plastic line on the egg.

He smiles. “Very good! There’s something in there, go ahead and open it.” His voice is soft and as you gasp and open the egg to find a piece of chocolate inside. You’re absolutely beaming and he wishes he could take a photo of this moment to have and hold forever.

Changbin: “Easter Bunny!” You giggle, tugging on Changbin’s pajama shirt as he walks around and gets ready for the day. He’s just woken up and completely forgot it was Easter, so imagine his surprise when you start asking him where he hid the eggs.

“I don’t have any eggs, y/n.” He tries to explain, but you don’t wanna hear it. If he’s not the Easter Bunny, then why’s he so big and bunny-like? Checkmate.

The both of you spend the day having a picnic in the park, basking in the sunlight, running around, and playing fun games before going back home (and if Binnie hides a few plastic eggs around the house without you noticing, shhh…)

Hyunjin:

☆ He doesn’t care if you’re religious or not, he’s asking you to come to church even if he doesn’t go regularly because it’s a special occasion.

☆ If you’re not religious, he’s bribing you to attend with the promise of ice cream later.

After changing out of your stuffy, formal clothes though, I think Hyunjin would sit down and paint eggs (yes, real breakable eggs) with you outside. He’d take his painting skills really seriously and try his hardest not to get irritated when yours is more scribbly than neat.

And when you’re both done with your eggs, you sit outside do a while together and let them dry. You spend the morning babbling and sitting in the warm grass with him, having a peaceful and blessed Sunday.

Han: Found bunny ears lying around somewhere and somehow convinced you that he is the Easter Bunny and not your caregiver. And goodness gracious, you believe it wholeheartedly. Unfortunately for Jisung, that means piggyback rides, coloring books, and candy and treats all day. Not like he minds, though >:)

(He also probably makes a 4/20 joke this year, but realizes you’re too little to get it and tells you not to worry about it when you ask)

Felix:

☆ If you’re religious, he’s taking you to Sunday service.

Either way, he’s going to have fun when church is over. Dyeing eggs (and getting brightly colored dye all over your fancy clothes… oops!), baking sweets, and reading books together makes this Sunday one of the best days in a while. And who better to spend it with than you’re sweet-as-sugar caregiver?

Seungmin: Just takes it as a lazy day to eat chocolate and stay in. I don’t think he’d really care that it’s Easter, he’s just kind of chilling like it’s any other Sunday.

He might buy you a brand new stuffie as a gift! Maybe like, a bunny rabbit or a ducky or something Easter themed, you know?

I.N: “Hi, sweet baby! Good morning! Do you know what today is?” He asks gently, brushing your hair as your eyes flutter open from a good night of sleep.

You babble and hold onto Jeongin’s face. “Ba!”

He nods. “It’s Easter! Come on, Papa’s gonna doll you up and get you all pretty! Yes, I am!” He cooes, smiling at you and scrunching up his eyes and nose a little.

Even though you’re feeling really, really little today, he’s having fun dressing you up in your Sunday best. It’s like a little fashion show of pastels and ruffles and soft fabrics -what’s there not to love?

☆ If you are religious, Jeongin will remind you every so often what Easter’s really about (but lets you have your fun with eggs and candy as well). You’re too little right now to really understand what’s he’s talking about but you know that it’s good in your heart, so you giggle and nod anyways.

[ionlyeverwantedtobeyourequal]

Don’t ever tell yourself that you’re not enough, I am certain that you’re truly fine

request- 🐶

Part Twelve

Ot8 x reader

Word Count: 1,240

Just a warning, this is my first fanfic! It does have age regression themes, so if you’re not a fan, I ask that you respectfully just don’t read it <3 also, this will definitely have some angst

!THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION!

“Hyung, what are you doing?” Changbin asks Minho, who seems like he is searching for something.

Minho looks at Changbin, then back to the pile of dirty laundry in the laundry room. “I’m looking for (y/n)’s blanket,” He replies, his voice slightly panicked.

“'Her blanket' as in her blanket she uses for movie night, or her blanket as in her blanky?” Changbin asks, his eyes narrowing on Minho. “Because the first option isn’t that bad if you lose it, but the second will turn this dorm into hell. And so help me if it’s option two-“

Minho cuts Changbin off, “do you think I would be searching the dirty laundry for a random throw blanket, Changbin?” He says sharply, his eyes hardening. “She’s out with Channie-Hyung right now, so I have time.”

“What’s going on?” Han asks, poking his head in the doorway.

Changbin runs his hand through his hair. “Hyung, you know she’ll be upset if she finds out it’s missing,” he tells Minho, ignoring Han.

“What’s missing?!?” Han says, his eyes darting to Minho and Changbin.

Minho takes a deep breath, trying to control his temper. “(Y/n)’s blanket…” he says oddly calmly.

“Which one-“ Han asks, but he’s cut off by Minho.

“Her little blanket. The one she always sleeps with every night. The one she can’t sleep one night without,” he says angrily, his voice panicked. “Now, if any of you would be ever so kind to help look…” but then he stops when he hears the front door open, and a familiar giggle. “You got to be fucking kidding me,” he mumbles, now even more panicked.

Changbin and Han’s eyes widen when they hear the giggle, and hear Felix say, “if it isn’t my Sunshine!” They both look at Minho. “(y/n) would’ve been just mildly upset… but little (y/n) will have a complete meltdown if she finds out,” Changbin tells Minho.

“If any of you would help me look,” Minho says, panicked through gritted teeth, laundry now being thrown.

The three get to work, then they hear footsteps, and Changbin quickly locks the door. The door jiggles, and the three pairs of eyes widen, looking at one another. “Daddy?” They hear, Han looking at the door, knowing you’re calling for him.

He clears his throat. “Y-yeah Princess?” He answers nervously.

“Lixie said he saw you come in here… why is the door locked?” You said, your words slightly slurred and the voice turning curious.

“Uhhhh” Han starts, looking at the other two for help, then looks back at the door. “Daddy is uhhhh...” He says, but can’t come up with anything.

You tilt your head slightly. “Is daddy okay?” You ask, worried, your eyes big with innocence, even though they can’t see.

“Y-Yes, baby. Daddy is okay,” he manages to get out. “Daddy is just looking for something,” he says, earning a smack on the head.

You try the door handle again. “I can help daddy look!” You say excitedly, not knowing what he’s looking for.

“Daddy can find it, sweetie. I’ll be out in a minute,” Han tells you, his voice trying to sound calm. “Can you go grab Seungmin, baby?” He asks softly.

You nod and say, “mhm. I go get Minnie.” And with that, you walk away. The three take a sigh of relief.

“You do know Seungmin left to go quickly grab something, right?” Changbin asks Han, which he nods to.

“That’s why it’ll give us some time,” Han tells him, taking a deep breath. “She will definitely be mad at me when she realizes I sent her on a mission that is bound to fail.”

Some time later, there’s a knock on the door. “Why the hell is the door locked?” Hyunjin asks, jiggling the door. Suddenly, it opens, and Hyunjin is pulled in without another thought.

“We can’t find her blanket,” Minho says, now looking through cabinets. The tears in his eyes show how important finding your blanky is, knowing you won’t sleep without it.

Not seeing Minho get worked up often, the others start to grow more concerned. “Hyung, we will find it. It’s okay-“ Hyunjin says, but gets cut off.

“How can you say it’s okay?” Minho asks sharply, tears threatening to fall. “I lost my little girl's blanket, and that just means I have to be the one to tell her it’s missing, and it’ll be my fault. Then guess what? She will be upset with me. My little girl will be upset with me,” Minho rambles, his voice getting louder, which, unknown to them, gets your attention.

You’re on the other side of the door when you hear Minho admit to losing your blanket. “Y-you lost my blanky?” You ask on the other side the door, sniffling now. The door swings open, all four guys looking at you with wide eyes, but your innocent eyes only fall onto Minho.

“Bub, I’ll find it,” Minho assures you, his voice shaky, but his eyes never leaving yours. He then looks at his phone, noticing the time. Looking at the others, he says, “we need to search the house.” He then comes up to you and crouches down to appear smaller to your innocent headspace. “I’m sorry, sweetie,” he tells you before he walks off to search.

With the others walking out of the room, Hyunjin picks you up in his arms, gently bouncing you to try and stop your tears. “Jinnie doesn’t like seeing tears in those pretty eyes,” Hyunjin says to you softly, wiping the tears as they fall down your face.

So much time passes, and there was still no sign of your blanky. The front door opens, and Seungmin walks in. He sees you in Hyunjin's arms, and smiles so brightly until he sees your cheeks stained from tears. “Oh, puppy. What happened?” He asks, then looks at his watch, then back at you. “It is nearing your bedtime. Are you sleepy?” He asks, which seems harmless, but starts a new wave of tears.

“Really, Seungmin?” Hyunjin says, now bouncing you again, patting your back.

Confused, Seungmin looks at Hyunjin. “What is wrong with asking about bedtime?”

Seungmin then sees Han looking between the cracks of the couch in the living room as Hyunjin gestures to towards him. “We lost blanky,” Hyunjin tells Seungmin, causing Seungmin to be more confused, then bursts out laughing.

“'Blanky' as in (y/n)’s blanky I went grab from the studio?” He asks, grabbing the item out of his duffle bag and handing it to you.

Your teary eyes light up as you hold your blanky close to you. “When did you go get it?” Hyunjin asks.

“When Channie Hyung and (y/n) left for the store, I realized that we left it at the studio this morning, and I didn’t want her not to have it before bedtime because I had a feeling she was going to be little tonight,” he explains, then smiles at you, “which I was correct.” He then looks at Hyunjin. “I told Changbin Hyung I was leaving.”

Once that left his lips, Han speaks loudly so Changbin can hear wherever he is. “Changbin Hyung didn’t think to mention that instead of making us run around this dorm like chickens with their heads cut off?!?”

Eventually, everyone settles back into the living room. Jeongin has you in his lap, rocking you gently as you sleep soundly in his arms with your blanky nicely secured in your arms.

(If anyone has requests for future chapters or just one-shots, feel free to let me know!)

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Part Eleven

Part Thirteen

[asher-agere]

Caregiver Chuuya with little Atsushi perhaps? I think Chuuya is a super great caregiver but Atsushi would just be so nervous the first time none of the ADA is able to help, and Chuuya's called in for an extra helping hand. Poor baby would feel like such a bother :(

HI THIS IS AN ABSOLUTELY CORRECT OPINION AND I LOVE IT. I hope you don’t mind that I made it into a fanfic not headcanons (ᵕ—ᴗ—)

Caregiver Chuuya + Little Atsushi

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Everything was chaotic at the agency. They had gotten a new top priority mission and everything was loud and overwhelming and Atsushi wanted to cry. Actually… Yeah no he already was crying. He needed to be doing paperwork, making himself useful. He tried to focus, he really did, but the words on the page were all blurry… A tear fell and hit the paper, causing Atsushi to whimper and lean back wiping at his eyes. He couldn’t do this. He needed a safe place. He needed… Needed to get away. Atsushi crawled out of his seat and onto the floor, curling up under his desk. His desk muffled all the noise a little bit, plus when he was hidden from view it felt safer…

It wasn’t too long before Ranpo peaked his head under the desk, squatting down to look at Atsushi “Well there you are! Come here bud” Atsushi was quick to comply, barreling into the detective with such force that Ranpo let out a little grunt. Ranpo just chuckled though and wrapped his arms around the weretiger, rubbing his back to soothe him. After a few seconds Atsushi had calmed down to just sniffing and Ranpo pulled back “See? You’re alright. Here” Ranpo pulled out a lollipop and opened it, placing it right in Atsushi’s mouth for him before standing up and extending a hand “Come on, let’s find someone to watch you ok?”

Atsushi stood up and took Ranpo’s hand, following the detective quietly as Ranpo guided him to the first person he could find, Dazai. And Dazai was actually working… Things really were busy then huh? Ranpo addressed Dazai “Lookie who I found~ A little tiger cub who shouldn’t be on his own! Thoughts?” Dazai looked up from his work to study Atsushi, who was squirming uncomfortably at Dazai’s gaze. He was being an inconvenience wasn’t he? That’s not what he wanted… He could just take care of himself. He tried backing away but Ranpo kept a hold on him

Dazai smiled gently at him “Why hello there little Atsushi! Oh how I would adore to play with you at the moment… This big grown up stuff is awful” Dazai pouted as he reached a hand out towards Atsushi, giving the weretiger a moment to sniff him before patting the boy on the head lightly. As Atsushi started nuzzling into his hand Dazai shifted his attention to Ranpo “I can get someone! Let me go make a call then I’ll take the cub from you” Dazai stuck his tongue out to make a funny face before stepping into the hallway to make his call. After a few minutes Dazai came back in and took Atsushi’s hand, guiding the boy into a clumsy twirl to disconnect him from Ranpo

Dazai occupied Atsushi by hugging the boy and rubbing his back while he finished talking to Ranpo. Once Ranpo walked away though Dazai led Atsushi to the agencies small kitchen area “Work is so busy that they’re even making me and Ranpo work! That’s super mean isn’t it?” Atsushi nodded slightly, he’d finished his lollipop from Ranpo and was now just chewing on the stick. As Dazai talked he was moving around the kitchen, grabbing a sippy cup with kitty cats on it and filling it with some nice cold peach juice from the fridge. Dazai turned to Atsushi and glanced at the lollipop stick “Can you open your mouth?” Atsushi opened his mouth revealing the slightly chewed up stick which Dazai took and threw out before handing Atsushi the sippy cup

Dazai led him back to the main office and lightly played with him for a bit, a few minutes later though yelling could be heard beyond the door and Dazai perked up. The door slammed open and in walked a short redhead wearing a hat. It was… Nakahara? Chuuya Nakahara. Right? Atsushi had never actually met him before… And he was loud “Why the hell did you call me here? Are you just wasting my damn time?” He looked angry… Atsushi tried shrinking in on himself, hiding behind Dazai. Chuuya glanced at him, seeming confused for a moment, then slightly calmer. His frustration was only targeted at Dazai but Atsushi was far to anxious to realize that

Dazai however seemed absolutely gleeful, yes he was keeping tabs on Atsushi, however annoying Chuuya was a pretty high priority “Why look it’s Chuuya! Still waiting on that growth spurt Slug? Here Atsushi… You can call this guy Chibi! Get it? Cause he’s so tiny?” Atsushi wasn’t having much reaction to Dazai’s icebreaker attempts. He was too scared and confused to joke around. He carefully reached out for a plushy to hug to his body, trying to keep himself calm. But calm felt pretty impossible…

Chuuya seemed beyond exasperated as he rubbed his temples, trying and failing to block out Dazai’s nonsense “Would you shut the hell up? God… Just go. I can figure it out” Dazai pouted and opened his mouth to surely spout more nonsense but Chuuya cut him off “I don’t need to be here. I can just leave” Dazai pouted and sighed in complaint, standing up and turning to face Atsushi. The poor boy was on the verge of tears, chewing on his teddy bears ear and shaking a bit. Dazai grabbed a teether to swap for the poor teddy bear

Dazai patted Atsushi on the head, ruffling the boys hair a little bit “Alright. Mr. Chibi here is gonna watch you ok? If you really need someone you can give us a call, but we’re gonna be pretty busy ok? So try to just do that for an emergency… It’s just like a playdate! It’ll be fun! Be a good boy now ok?” Atsushi whimpered softly but nodded, clinging to his teddy bear tight enough his knuckles went white. This was scary. And he didn’t want this. But… But Dazai left. And now he was just left along with Chuuya. The scary mafioso that he’d never talked to once

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Chuuya ran a hand down his face, annoyed and trying to process the situation. He’d had a day off for once. Dazai knew that and just had to ruin it. And now he was stuck taking care of this Atsushi kid, who his only knowledge about came from Akutagawa’s complaints. And the kid was also an age regressor. Which wasn’t really a problem but he hadn’t gotten time to discuss boundaries or anything like that. First up… He needed to make the kid comfortable, so stop yelling and swearing. A much easier task without the walking headache of a man in the room

Chuuya moved closer to Atsushi and held his hand out like you would to a stray animal, Atsushi started inspecting it so he started talking “You’re alright kid. I know. I’m not exactly the one who usually takes care of you. But that doesn’t mean it’s a bad thing eh? I’m not gonna hurt you. I just wanna help” Atsushi pulled himself backwards, trying to gauge Chuuya, it wasn’t easy… He didn’t know this guy at all! And Chuuya could see familiar faces in this kid. He would’ve fit in perfectly in The Sheep. Chuuya’s demeanor softened. Yeah he could watch the dumb kid for a bit…

Chuuya hummed softly as he studied the kid in front of him. Dazai briefly mentioned the kid had an age range of 3-6, but he didn’t seem to be talking much… He noticed that he was dealing with a biter too, an important thing to take note of. Probably best to let the kid come to him a bit. He moved the juice closer to Atsushi, but then backed away “Just stay calm. Deep breaths alright? Can you tell me what’s wrong?” Atsushi didn’t seem to be listening to him much, but that was alright. Chuuya stayed where he was, looking around the agency office. He didn’t want to stare at the kid, but he also needed to check in on him pretty constantly

After a few minutes of this silence Atsushi spoke up in a quiet voice “They… Lef’ me?” Atsushi’s voice wavered dangerously close to the edge of crying. And while yeah crying was an expected reaction to all this, Chuuya still wanted to avoid it. The kid didn’t deserve to cry. How was he supposed to explain this?

Chuuya shook his head “Not for good no. You kidding? Those guys love you! Sometimes stuff gets super busy and a little guy like you deserves someone’s full attention. None of them can give you their full attention right now so they called me in! Y’know I bet all your friends are thinking right now how much they want to come back here to you” Atsushi looked up from his plushy seeming hopeful and Chuuya grinned at him “Yup! As soon as they’re back they’ll be real happy to take care of you themselves. I’m not here for good alright? Just for now”

Atsushi took a moment to process the words, running his fingers over his plushies fur to help himself think. Chuuya patiently waited, giving the kid space and time. Eventually Atsushi let himself relax, uncurling from his weretiger ball and letting his feet dangle over the edge of the desk he was sat on. Chuuya grinned “There we go, see? I’m not that scary. Do you have toys you wanna play with or anything like that?” Atsushi nodded with a tiny hum, moving to stand up, he was a bit wobbly though and Chuuya quickly reached out to stabilize him “Careful kid…”

Atsushi made his way over to Kyouka’s desk and opened a drawer to pull out a coloring book and some crayons. He liked coloring with Kyouka the best, so that’s where he kept the stuff. He went over to Chuuya to show him and Chuuya lightly ruffled his hair “Good job, how about you show me where your desk is? If you open your computer for me I can put on some cartoons for you” Atsushi did seem to perk up a bit at this idea and started making his way to his desk. Chuuya grabbed the sippy cup, checking to make sure it still had enough juice in it. It was fine for now at least

Atsushi, with a lot of trial and error, managed to type in his password on his computer which he then turned towards Chuuya. Atsushi seemed to like animals, so Chuuya just looked for some cartoon with animals on YouTube, he found videos that had already been watched which gave him a good starting point. Chuuya then felt a tug on his sleeve and he looked over to see Atsushi who was showing him to coloring book “Wanna color wi’ me? You c’n pick one” Atsushi started flipping through the pages showing various animals

Chuuya chuckled and pointed to a picture of a cat which Atsushi happily ripped out to give to him, then he handed over some crayons. They were able to sit in a comfortable silence as Chuuya colored in a calico kitten and Atsushi colored his picture of a puppy to be brown. Atsushi kept getting distracted by the cartoon though so it took longer than it normally would’ve. Chuuya didn’t mind of course. After awhile he noticed that the kids sippy cup was just about empty though so he waited for the episode to end then paused it before the next one could start “You finished all your juice, good job squirt. Wanna come with me for a refill or do you wanna stay here and keep watching?”

Atsushi seemed to very briefly consider this before reaching out and making grabby hands towards Chuuya. Chuuya chuckled and picked the kid up, activating his ability to save himself the effort and walking into the kitchen area. He found peach juice in the fridge so he refilled the sippy cup with that. After some more snooping he managed to find some cheese and crackers so he made a small plate of that too. While he was figuring out the best way to carry everything back he heard Atsushi quietly mutter “You’re s’rong…” Chuuya glanced over at him and laughed slightly, setting the snacks on the counter

Once Chuuya was only holding Atsushi he grinned and addressed the boy “I’m not just strong. It’s magic. Wanna see?” Atsushi seemed to perk up as he nodded eagerly. Chuuya chuckled and then pushed Atsushi upwards! And let go of him! Atsushi gasped in surprise but… He wasn’t falling? He was hovering in midair. He could even touch the ceiling like this! So cool… After a bit Chuuya reached up to pull him down and hold him again, he tapped their snacks to float alongside them as he walked back out to Atsushi’s desk, setting things down carefully

Atsushi seemed happier now, which made him more at ease. He was rocking from side to side a little bit as he looked up at Chuuya “I gots magic too! Look!” Atsushi stuck his tongue out and squinted in concentration, then two ears popped up on top of his head. Chuuya chuckled softly as Atsushi pointed to them in excitement “See? Tiger ears!” Chuuya reached up to ruffle the boys hair a bit, making sure to gently scratch behind the fluffy ears as well. Which Atsushi seemed to enjoy if his gentle purring was anything to go off of

Chuuya chuckled quietly again to himself “Good job kiddo! That’s so cool!” Chuuya grabbed the teddy bear from earlier and made it float with his ability “What’s this little guys name?” Atsushi proudly informed him that the bear was named “Stuffy” and Chuuya studied it “Well… You seemed to enjoy flying earlier, what if you got to fly with Stuffy here?” Atsushi gasped in excitement and nodded enthusiastically. Chuuya tapped him on the head with a chuckle, sending Atsushi upwards along with Stuffy

Chuuya messed around with Atsushi and gravity for a bit, aiming to keep the kid active so he’d tire himself out. Then he brought Atsushi down for snacks and more cartoons. After a few episodes Atsushi fell asleep, curled up on himself, and he managed to stay sound asleep until the rest of the Agency members were able to come back. At the first sight of anyone being back Chuuya stood up to head out, not wanting an irritating encounter with Dazai. The yelling could wake up the kid. Though on his way out he did momentarily stop Kunikida “Kids asleep. If you need someone to watch him again I’m here”

Chuuya adjusted his hat as he walked out, flipping off Dazai as they passed each other but not bothering to engage a dialogue. As he walked out the doors he heard Kunikida saying “Why was there a mafia executive in our office. I want an explanation now” Did they not communicate at all? What a dysfunctional association… It seemed nice though. Chuuya grinned to himself as he returned back to his own life

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I. Don’t really love this? I started writing headcanons but they read more like a story so I was like. Yeah ok I’ll just write a fanfic then- But idk? I’d love to hear people’s thoughts. Something I want to say that I forgot to mention so far. I don’t want requests for fanfictions, that feels overwhelming to me and it’ll lead me to just shut down, if you have any idea you think would be good as a fanfic, send it to me not wording it like a request! Worst case scenario I’ll answer with simple thoughts and we can chat, best case scenario, if I don’t answer it within a few days it’s likely being made into something :3 And I just randomly decide to turn some requests into fanfictions if I feel it’ll read better that way idk

Also! I got my spending plan back on track for PJSK! Challenge shows are my savior I swear I made like 3k today

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[ohitsjae]

Little!Han Jisung

tags: Age Regression, Little Han Jisung, Caregivers Stray kids, sfw - i.e.: this is non-sexual age regression NOT age play, gen/no romance

mentions of: main caregivers Minho and Chan

summary: a series of unrelated scenarios/imagines based on Jisung in Little space - the age is undisclosed but I picture him around 1-4 years old depending on the scenario

Little Jisung who always has to have a paci or a teether or else he will ruin the neckline and sleeves of his shirt/hoodie by chewing on it. All of his stuffed toys have had the ears chewed to the point where they've normally got one ear bigger than the other because he only chews one side.

Little Jisung who is the kind of kid that cares about the box as much as the toy. I just think his imagination and creativity would translate so well into his littlespace. Like Minchan buying him a railway set and Jisung doesn't play with it for hours because he's made his own train out of the box it came in and having rubber ducks for bath time but he also has different coloured plastic cups to play with as well.

Little Jisung who gets really clingy to the members but it's always so particular. Like one time he gets attached to Seungin another time it was Hyunlix. The members all secretly hope that it's them Jisung will attach to this time because they all adore looking after him and having his full attention. But no matter who he's attached to, it's always Minchan who can settle him when he gets fussy or scared.

Speaking of scared - Little Jisung who gets *startled* easily but settles just as quickly. But loud noises and flashing lights *scare* him and it can take nearly an hour for Minho or Chan to calm him down again. If Minchan are both out of the dorm it's a nightmare for the other members because they just can't settle him the way those two can. Changbin is a close third though so if something happens and the hyungs are out, Changbin gets Jisung thrown at him. He doesn't mind, he loves looking after Sung and holding him while he cries is part of that plus he - secretly, selfishly - loves that he can make the little calm down and smile when everyone else is struggling.

Little Jisung who everyone thought would love music in headspace but instead music 9/10 times pulls him out of his little space because it's so natural for him to analyse any music he's listening to. Either to improve his own abilities or to see if there's something for him to sample. The only time music doesn't pull him up is when he watches ghibli films.

Little Jisung who has mastered those kids cups I keep seeing on tik tok - the ones that have a suction pad on the bottom and stick to the table and only kids manage to pick them up. He shows off with it all the time, offering to be 'helpful' and unstick it from whatever surface his little self stuck it to this time just so he can watch the frustration build in his members' faces because they just spent 20 minutes trying to get it off the dishwasher door, just for Jisung to take all of 10 seconds removing it. (Sometimes when he's little he'll 'accidentally' stick it to something inconvenient like a door or window just so his big self can show off - the members haven't realised this yet but Seungmin suspects).

Little Jisung who goes non/semi-verbal sometimes and just hums and giggles to himself maybe repeating a word or phrase that hes heard one of the others say. One time this happened, Jeongin tripped over the coffee table and swore, the only word Jisung was able to say for the rest of the day was 'shit'. Innie has never lived it down and swears Sung did it on purpose but Jisung is adamant that his little self just liked the sound of the word and so copied him.

All the members have different activities that are *their* activities to do with Jisung when he's in headspace:

Chan: When Jisung is really young, the only person he wants is Chan. I think they do a lot of tummy time, the baby sensory blankets you can get that have different sections with all different textures and colours plus they watch a lot of baby sensory videos. They also sometimes have foam building blocks or do fingerpainting if Jisung's feeling creative - but they have to be careful, because Jisung Will Try and stick his fingers in his mouth regardless of if there's any paint on them or not.

Minho: Dinner time is Minho's time! Jisung always wants to be sat next to Minho or on his lap - depending on his age - and if Minho isn't feeding him he Will Cry. He also likes to watch Minho cook, he's never really old enough to properly help in the kitchen but he likes sitting on the floor/at the kitchen table/on the counter and watching Minho hum and dance his way through making dinner. Sometimes he'll try and reach over to sneak a bite of whatever is being made - although he's not very sneaking because he normally starts humming the mission impossible theme tune. Minho normally leaves a bit 'accidentally' to the side for Sung to 'steal' though and loves watching Jisung happy stim at the great tasting food.

Changbin: Changbin is the master of bath time. He's the only one who can get Jisung in the bath without the little crying or throwing a tantrum. He normally ends up as soaked as Sung but it's worth it to see the little splashing around with the rubber ducks or plastic cups he has. He always gives the best scalp massage and makes bubble-beards for him and Sung!

Hyunjin: stories. Jisung always goes to Hyunjin for stories, naptime or bedtime stories or just when he's tired and bored and wants to listen to something. Hyunjin does all the voice and, if Sung is younger and they're going through a picture book, he does all the different animal noises. Plus, so long as it isn't bedtime and he doesn't have to worry about winding down, he'll tickle or push or bounce Sung around in time with the main character making him all giggly and slightly hyper.

Felix: I think, when Jisung is in his older headspace, Felix would bake with him. Little things that aren't too complicated like cupcakes and cookies. Mainly because I can remember doing this as a kid and I absolutely adored it. They'd sit at the kitchen table and Felix would have everything pre-measure so all they have to do is mix the ingredients and put them in cases. When whatever they've made has finished baking, Jisung goes round to each of the members and offers them each a cupcake/cookie/whatever and they've never said no to him because he always looks so proud of 'his' creations and gives them a huge smile when they tell him it's really good.

Seungmin: I think Minnie would play a lot of games with Sung. Whether that's things like snap, memory games or even uno if Jisung is feeling old enough, or games like hide and seek, peek-a-boo and he always joins Sung when he's playing with toy cars/trains/etc. Their favourite is a big farm house that they brought Jisung, it's got loads of animals and fence pieces so you can build your own farm and the two of them always try and get Hyunjin to join them and then make him do all the animal noises.

Jeongin: at one point Jeongin wanted to be a nursery(/kindergarten) teacher so I think he'd really enjoy doing the more educational activities with Sung. When the little is 3-4 years old, Innie likes doing colouring and counting activities, worksheets that have dot-dot or naming shapes/numbers/etc those kind of things. They also play with playdough a lot making different shapes or making the different pets of SKZ. Sung is always really proud of what they do and of course, all his worksheets go on the fridge (Chan nearly has a heart attack at one point when they go live and he thinks they've forgetten to take them down).

---- This was a bit niche aha but if I'm not projecting onto my bias then what's the point!! Hope you enjoyed it!! 🦦

[minminbunny]

Yandere Stalker AU - Caregiver! Lee Minho/Gender Neutral Little! Reader

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"Why did you stop walking?" Minho asked, standing behind you with his hood up. Your breath hitched, "What?" you whispered, turning your head. Minho tilted his head, "You. Why did you stop walking?" he asked, looking at you as if he spoke the obvious. The goosebumps on your arms sent you warning flags at his behavior. Minho chuckled lowly, "Don't scream," he whispered, covering your mouth with a cloth. You thrashed beneath his hold, adrenaline pumping in your veins. Minho grunted, holding the cloth firm, "Shh, shh, darling. Just go to sleep," he whispered, smirking as your body grew limp within his hold. "I'll take good care of you, darling. No one can hurt you ever again," he said, carrying your body bridal style.

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You stirred awake, "Where am I?" you slurred, looking around. Minho chuckled, looking over your crib, "Good morning, darling. Are you hungry?" he asked, running his fingers through your hair. You flinched from his touch, your eyes widened with fear. Minho chuckled, "Aww, such a jumpy little one. Don't worry, darling. Soon you'll warm up to me," he said, holding a familiar plush toy. You wavered at the sight, confusion and anxiety running through your brain. Minho cooed, "You're wondering how I got your special toy aren't you, darling. Oh, I can read you like an open book," he said, gently placing the toy next to your pillow. You gulped, clutching the plushie to your chest. "Aren't you adorable," Minho said, adoring the way you hugged the plush like your lifeline.

Minho stood straight, he stared down at you, "I know you have many questions, darling. And I will answer them in due time. But for now, I just want you to know that I've been watching you. Your situation twinged a saviour complex so to speak and I had to protect you," he said with sincerity in his voice. You glared at him, not liking the situation you've been put in. Minho chuckled, "Feisty little thing," he said, wanting to pet your hair but he didn't want to scare you further. "Take a look around, darling. This will be your room for a while. Oh, and one more thing. Don't panic when you can't move your legs okay? The drug will wear off with time," Minho said, leaving the room. You furrowed your eyebrows, trying to lift your legs after his words but to no avail. Soft tears spilt down your cheeks, fearing the worst. Minho chuckled, watching you through the baby monitor, "So predictable," he said, grazing the monitor with adoration.

"Momma?" you called out, kneeling in the crib, your head barely peeking over the rail. Minho cooed, holding your bottle, "What's wrong, sweetheart. Did you get hungry?" he asked, shaking the warm bottle. You nodded your head, making grabby hands towards him, "Nom nom," you babbled, staring at him with dilated eyes. "Ahm, nom nom just for you," Minho said, lifting your out of the crib and over his lap. You snuggled into his chest, holding the bottle with both of your hands. Minho chuckled, teasing you with the bottle nip, "Aww, that's not your mouth," he said, gently feeding you. Soft suckles echoed within the room as he rocked your body close, "I never regret saving you, darling. Never," he whispered, holding you firmly, a hint of possessiveness in his tone. You burrowed closer to him, never regretting the day you gave into him.

[sereia4skz]

may you please do an age regression fic with channie?? it can be whatever scenario you like!!

drabble | little sanctuary

pairing: little!chan x caregiver!reader

genre: comfort

warnings: age regression, little!chan, caregiver!reader, stressful chan days

word count: ~700

masterlist: A-Side (texts) | B-Side (written)

You’re sitting at the kitchen table, quietly sipping your tea when you hear the soft click of the front door. It’s later than usual for Chan today, and even from the hallway, you can hear the way his footsteps slow, hesitant and uneven, like he’s trying not to be noticed.

You set your cup down and stand, moving to the doorway just in time to see him pause, shoulders hunched beneath his hoodie, face pressed against the wall as if the whole world outside is too much.

“Hey,” you say softly, stepping forward with open arms.

He doesn’t answer. Instead, he takes a shaky breath, then turns and comes to you, collapsing into your embrace like he’s made of fragile glass.

You wrap your arms around him firmly but gently, feeling the tremble of his body against your chest.

“Want to tell me what’s wrong, bub?” you ask, voice low and soothing.

He shakes his head, but you feel the tears wetting your shirt as he presses his face into your collarbone.

“It’s okay, Chan,” you whisper. “You don’t have to use words if you don’t want to. Just come with me.”

You guide him down the hall to the cozy nook you set up weeks ago, a little sanctuary with plush pillows, soft blankets, and a basket full of his favorite comfort toys. It was your idea to have a safe space for him whenever the world got loud.

Chan sinks into the pillows, pulling his knees to his chest. His hoodie slips from his shoulders, revealing the soft skin of his neck, flushed pink. You sit beside him, pulling the blanket over his legs and then smoothing it around his shoulders.

“Here,” you say, reaching into the basket and handing him Lino's skzoo. “Leebit says hi.”

Chan’s fingers close around the bunny’s soft ears. A small, almost imperceptible smile quirks at the corner of his lips.

You catch it and smile back.

“I also brought you your blankie,” you say, pulling the pale blue blanket from the basket and wrapping it gently around him. “The one you like to twirl.”

He nods, eyes wide and a little glossy, and starts to spin the edge of the blanket around his fingers, his breathing slowing.

You stay quiet, just holding his hand in yours, letting him find his calm. After a few moments, you reach for his hoodie and peel it off completely, revealing the tired lines on his face.

“You must be exhausted,” you say, brushing a stray curl off his forehead. “Did you want your bottle?”

Chan nods, finally looking up at you with those big, tired eyes.

You get up and head to the kitchen, warming the chocolate milk just like he likes it. The soft hum of the microwave fills the quiet house.

When you come back, Chan is sitting up, hugging Leebit close.

You settle next to him again and hold the bottle steady as he drinks, his lips fluttering around the nipple, making soft sucking sounds.

You stroke his hair, humming a little tune.

“You’re doing so well,” you tell him. “Even when things feel too big, you’re safe here. I’ve got you.”

Chan’s eyes flutter closed, and he leans into you, the tension in his shoulders melting away.

When he finishes, you wipe his mouth with your thumb, the tenderness in your touch making his lips twitch into a shy smile.

“You want me to read you a story?” you ask.

He nods eagerly.

You pull a soft blanket over both of you and reach for the book you picked out, the one with the gentle illustrations and the soothing rhythm.

As you read, Chan slowly curls into a little ball in your lap, fingers twitching as he traces your necklace.

Your voice is calm and even, the words wrapping around him like a warm hug.

When the story ends, you brush his hair back and press a kiss to his forehead.

“Ready for a nap, my little one?”

“Mhm,” he murmurs, already half-asleep.

You lead him gently to the bedroom, tucking him in the soft sheets you prepared earlier.

You pull the blankets up to his chin and tuck the bunny beside him.

“Sleep tight,” you whisper. “I’m right here if you need me.”

Chan reaches out blindly and grasps your hand.

You squeeze it gently and settle beside him, watching his chest rise and fall with steady breaths.

Outside, the world still rushes and blares, but in this room, there’s only peace.

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[minminyoonjii]

Hey! So happy you’re back! What about a little reader and what they do to try to get attention from cg ot8 skz??

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🌹CW

Wholesome|Domestic Settings|Fluffy|Soft Reassurance Fic|Tooth Rotting Sweet

💌 This is a work of fiction, I by all means don't force ship anyone. They have the right to love whomever they want.

🍄Wordcount: 1.2K

Bang Chan

You peeked into Chan's room, seeing his gaze locked onto the screen. Normally, it's best not to disturb him, but you really wanted some attention. You slipped into the room, tiptoeing towards his desk. Chan murmured to himself, trying to determine the beat of a song. You stood there for a moment, wondering if he'd look over, but he didn't. "Daddy," you whispered, looking at him. Chan didn't notice once more, his headphones on both ears. You went closer, resting your chin on the desk as you waited. Chan still hadn't noticed, his attention honed onto the beaming screen. You huffed, nudging yourself closer each minute until his hand accidentally brushed your hair. "Baby, you scared me," he chuckled, jolting from his seat. You peeked through your hair, nudging your head towards his palm. Chan cooed, rolling back on his chair to pull you onto his lap, "Silly doll, you could've just tapped Daddy on the shoulder, you know," he teased, nuzzling his face into your hair.

Lee Minho

The kitchen isn't a place that welcomes you. Knives tend to draw you in, and it's always a scare whenever a caregiver sees you holding one. You beelined towards the kitchen, seeing Minho chop up some vegetables for tonight's dinner. Your eyes zoned in on the shiny blade he held; it glimmered under the lights. Knife aside, you wanted to be carried. Minho dressed you up in those onesies that covered your feet. The marbled floor didn't feel good under your soles. You stood close to Minho, waiting for him to notice you. Minho looked over his left shoulder but didn't notice you. You patiently stood there until Minho turned around. Minho rinsed the cutting board before setting it on the drying rack. When he turned around, he flinched, "Jeez, cupcake. Were you trying to be a little stalker?" he chuckled, pinching your cheek. You whined, raising your arms in hopes he understood. Minho rolled his eyes affectionately, "Up you go, little one," he cooed, nibbling your cheek in punishment.

Seo Changbin

You beelined towards the gym, knowing that if you waddled too close, Changbin might ask you to do some sit-ups. You peeked in and saw Changbin doing some weighted squats. You contemplated entering the room, but reluctantly shuffled in with a plush toy in hand. Changbin noticed you almost immediately, "Agi-ah, did you come in to watch Baba or do you want to try some?" he asked, chuckling at the grimace on your face. He cooed, "You can do one squat for Baba, can't you?" he coaxed, wiping the sweat dripping down his face. You grumbled, mimicking how he did a squat, but Changbin stopped you. "Spread your legs a bit more, agi. Make sure your little feets point outward," he instructed, assisting you. "Don't wanna do it," you grumbled, huffing at him. Changbin chuckled, stretching out your arms, "Just one, agi-deul," he encouraged, making you use your plush toy as a weighted object.

Hwang Hyunjin

Hyunjin was moulding figures with some clay. He wanted to try a new medium when you peeked in. You stuck your head in, looking at him, then the clay, "What's that?" you whispered, wanting to climb onto his lap. Hyunjin chuckled, patting his thigh, "Just some clay, pretty. Do you want to do some clay figures with Papa?" he asked, taking out the ones with colours. You nodded your head and settled yourself on his lap. Hyunjin hummed, kissing your temples and hooking his chin over your head, "This is a reference photo, let's try making them okay?" he cooed. You nodded once more, snuggled into his chest as you tried mimicking the photo. Hyunjin chuckled, seeing your hands work out a little octopus, each tentacle made from different coloured clay, "Aww, such a colourful little thing, pretty," he praised, kissing your forehead.

Han Jisung

You see Jisung lying on his stomach, the television blasting the latest anime season. "Appa," you whispered, crawling on top of him. Jisung grunted, turning his head to look over his shoulder, "Sweetheart, is there something you want?" he asked, looking at you. "Wan' cuddles," you murmured, pawing his back. Jisung hummed, carefully turning on his back, "Lie down, sweetie," he chuckled, turning off the television. You burrowed into his chest, peeking at him through your frizzy hair. Jisung kissed your forehead, "Little thing wanted some attention, huh?" he asked, rubbing your back. You nodded, playing with the patterns on his shirt. "Aww, little sweetheart. All cute and cuddly with Appa," Jisung chuckled, giving you a big hug. "You have my full attention, sweetie. All of it is yours," he teased, booping your nose.

Lee Felix

"Mommy, mommy, mommy," you repeated, nuzzling yourself into Felix's side as he pulled another ten pulls on Genshin. Felix sighed, not getting the character he wanted. "What is it, sunshine?" he said, lifting you onto his lap. You wiggled on his lap, snuggling yourself into his hold until you felt comfortable. Felix chuckled as you fussed, "Easy there," he huffed, holding you tight. You looked at the screen and back at him, "I wanna try," you said, hovering the mouse on the button. Felix pursed his lips, "Sure, give Mommy all your good luck, sunshine," he chuckled, giving you a tight squeeze. You giggled, clicking the button, "Pretty stars, it's gold, Mommy," you said, feeling proud at the expression Felix made. Felix carefully clicked through and gasped when he got the banner character, "You did it sunshine, my little lucky star," he cheered, pampering kisses on your face.

Kim Seungmin

You beelined into Seungmin's room, "Dada?" you called out, crawling into his bed. Seungmin grumbled, peeking his head from the fluffy blankets, "Munchkin, it's too early for mischief," he mumbled, hooking his leg over you. "Hehe," you giggled, snuggling into his hold. Seungmin chuckled, "What's gonna get you all giddy, huh?" he teased, lifting his blanket to tuck you under with him. You snuggled closer, "Just missed Dada," you murmured, burrowing into his chest. Seungmin cooed, "Aww, you missed me, huh? Missed disturbing Dada's sleep?" he teased, tickling your sides. Your giggles spilt into the room. "Noo," you whined, squirming away. Seungmin chuckled, lying on top of you, "No escape now, little munchkin, all trapped under cuddle law," he huffed, tapping your nose. You scrunched it and huffed, "Meanie Dada," you sulked. Seungmin smirked, "Well, you love my cuddles, either way," he said, holding you close.

Yang Jeongin

You held your plush in your hand, looking around for someone to tuck you in. "Angel?" Jeongin whispered, seeing you rub your eyes, "Aww, are you sleepy?" he cooed, lifting you. You nodded your head, nuzzling yourself into his arms. Jeongin chuckled, "Did no one else give you attention, little one?" he teased, carrying you to your room. You yawned, rubbing your cheek against his, "Ninnin, prickly," you grumbled, resting your head on his shoulder. Jeongin chuckled, "Ninnin needs a shave," he said, laying you down in your bed. You tugged on the hem of his shirt, "Ninnin stay," you whined, giving him your best doe eyes. Jeongin kissed your cheek and forehead, "Always," he said, tucking the blanket under your chin. Your eyes began to flutter, sleep coaxing you deeper and deeper. Jeongin hummed, stroking your cheek, "Sweet dream, my little angel," he said, patting your chest.

[littleakito]

╰╮﹕★﹒AGERE DAZAI﹒🩹

˚﹒ I know I’ve been rather inactive recently,, I promise to get to all of my requests soon, sillies!<3 for now, take my little guy..

p.s I’m a traditional artist, not digital, and this was rushed. Excuse how bad it is I beg auauauaghhh

˚﹒ expect this to be taken down hajshjaj

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[debeste-prosecutor]

HELLO HELLO. I’m currently imagining Kunikida being Dazai’s caregiver and Ranpo just being there and nonchalantly being like “You’re doing that wrong” “You’re gonna upset him” “That’s not what he needs” Because Kunikida acts like he’s straight out of a parenting book

So! Kunikida and Ranpo taking care of little Dazai headcanons pretty please? Paying for my request in buttons of course (I REMEMBERED)

Oh my goodness I love this… you always come up with the best ideas! (Yay button!! Very pretty blue…)

🐟🔍Dual-caregivers Kunikida and Ranpo for little Dazai 📖🐟

Kunikida and Ranpo agree on a couple of things I think! The baby always needs his nap, and a snack while he’s little (so he might actually eat something for the day)

BUT you’re so right Kunikida would turn to like. Parenting books and forums for advice, and Ranpo would sit there in disbelief as Kunikida literally opens a book to see how he should deal with xyz.

I think Ranpo would just kind of take over the situation if he knew what to do. Baby is overstimulated? Headphones. Understimulated? Some toys that make noise (like a kitty cat keyboard ^^!) Kunikida appreciates it of course, but it can kind of make him feel like he’s in a ‘back-seat’ position when it comes to Dazai’s care.

Kunikida wants to make super duper sure his little one is healthy, which means yucky vegetables sometimes. Ranpo doesn’t really see the point, this is supposed to be fun for Dazai, right? Relaxing? Why make him eat something he doesn’t like (it’s the texture of the carrots he’s discovered, when they’re cooked they’re too mushy), when this is supposed to be feel good time for him? He takes the hit to his taste buds and eats the carrots for Dazai, replacing it with another safe food of the baby’s (goldfish crackers…).

Kunikida notices, duh, and he’s like: “…if you want carrots I can make you some too?” And Ranpo mentally facepalms and goes, “No he doesn’t like them so I ate them for him. The texture freaks him out.”

And Kunikida frowns because he doesn’t want the baby to be uncomfortable, but he also knows nutrition is important. Him and Ranpo come to a compromise, finding fruits and veggies the baby does like (mango is a big win), and also some of his safe foods.

I think Ranpo would take on a more casual role in caring (plays with baby, 'Don't tell your Papa' is a common phrase when he gives Dazai sweets when he's not supposed to,) and Kunikida takes a more by-the-book approach (naps, maybe setting rules if he sees fit (like in play-rough's AU!! Nothing too restrictive, only for his safety,) making sure he gets all the nutrition he needs.)

I think because they have such different approaches to caring, it works well! I think they'd make a great power team when it comes to taking care of the little one.

When they first started working together (President assigned, Kunikida needed some extra help, whatever you'd like to imagine,) I think it would have been a lot like "You're doing that wrong," "he'll hate that shirt," as Ranpo sat to the side sipping on a juice box, but I think as he got more comfortable caring for someone he'd just be more hands on and fix it!! (And let Kunikida know what was wrong for later)

Eek... I hope you like these! This is my first time in a while doing a request (sorry gang... I want to I promise my brain just struggles to find the motivation...) but this idea was just so perfect :>

[lixiesstorys]

The Flu, Littlespace And Lots Of Cuddles

Trigger warnings: emeto, fever, cuteness-overload (according to @eternal-stay who got a spoiler), swearing baby-bread

Little/Sickie: Chan (1 - 3 years old when regressed)

Caregivers: Seungmin, Jeongin

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Chan falls ill with the flu but not only that. He also regresses wich makes it even harder to take care of him...

When Chan came back to the dorms he felt horrible. Every muscle in his body hurt and he could barely keep his eyes open. The last week had been even stressier than normally and honestly, the Aussie couldn't even tell why. It was just too much and his mind constantly telling him that he had to regress didn't make it better in any form. But now it was definitely to late to do anything except sleeping.

Chan's eyes and limbs felt heavy when the young boy went into the bedroom he shared with Seungmin and Jeongin. Jeongin was only in there because the window in his and Changbin's room broke and had to be repaired first.

Not finding the strenght to change his clothes, the leader just layed down to relax his tensed muscles. Tomorrow he should feel better again, right?

Seungmin was woken up by someone softly shaking his shoulder. The vocalist groaned and turned to the other side. It was way too early to get up. He didn't know what time it was, but his alarm didn't ring, so it was too early. The boy wanted to close his eyes again, when he heard a shaky "h-hyung?". As fast as his eyes were closed, they were open again. Seungmin sat up and looked to where the voice came from. Next to his bed sat Chan with teary, glossy eyes. "Channie, oh my god, what's wrong?" Chan just sniffled and the vocalist hurried out of his own warm bed to kneel down next to the pale boy. As soon as he had sat down, the Aussie burried his head in Seungmin's arm and started to tremble.

Already assuming why his regressed friend woke him up, the physically younger one asked: "Oh sweets, are you feeling icky and little right now?" the little just nodded and Seungmin pulled him closer, sighing: "I'm sorry that you feel that way ducky. Can you tell me what is icky, love?" "Nuh uh" "please Channie, I can't help you if you don't show or tell me" "Nuh uh" "You can't or you don't want to tell me?" "Nuh uh!" "pumpkin, that isn't a real answer" "NUH UH!"

The vocalist tried to suppress a groan. Little Channie was cute when he was feeling well but he already knew that that wasn't going to be fun. The boy gently rested his hand on Chan's forhead and the little leaned into the touch, calming down a bit.

"Seems like you run a slight fever, honeybun. Can I bring you in the bathroom so we can look how high it is? And we won't wake Jeongin." this time Chan nodded and Seungmin stood up and placed the sick boy on his hip to bring him into the bathroom and sat him on the closed toilet seat. Then he searched in the cupboards for the thermometer. After a few seconds the vocalist found it and took Chan's temperature. "You're having a bit of a fever, bubs. We have to bring it down so you feel less icky, I think we have fever reducers somewhere. Did you already eat something?"

Too tired to say anything (or eat anything), the little just nodded. "Okay, sweets, that is really good! Then you can just take the medicine and get all comfy after that. Does that sound good?" when he recieved a nod again, Seungmin just filled the glass they always had in the bathroom with water, took out the fever reducers and kneeled down next to Chan. The Aussie looked at the small pill that his caregiver handed him. "Come on ducky, it won't hurt you. And you want to feel less icky, right?". Chan thought for a moment before he took the pill out of Seungmin's hand and swallowed it. "Very good, I'm proud of you, Channie! Now lets get some comfy clothes, yours are all sticky from sweating."

After changing in some dry clothes, Seungmin picked the little up. "Is it okay if we settle on the couch, pupmkin? Then we won't wake up Jeongin." Chan just burried his head in Seungmin's shoulder and shrugged. As long as his hyung would stay with him, he was fine with everything.

He was almost asleep when the vocalist placed him on the couch. "Shall I go, stay or cuddle with you, baby?" the little whined and reached out to Seungmin again. "okay sweetie, it's okay, I'll stay and cuddle with you, don't worry. Hyung's not going anywhere." The young boy sat down next to Chan and hugged him tightly.

A few minutes later he heard how Chan's breathing became slower and calmer and he sighed. For now the little was asleep, wich was good.

But only seconds later Seungmin heard how someone tripped down the stairs. Jeongin came into the living room, just like nothing happend. Good mor-" the maknae grew quiet again when he saw the older one's sharp gaze. His eyes wandered down to the little ball that was curled up in Seungmin's lap. "Is everything okay with Chan?" I.N whispered, worry crossed his eyes. "No, he has a fever, probably catched the flu and he is regressed, around 2 years I would say. And it's not morning, it's 3 AM, which is in the middle of the nigh-" "Oh poor thing! Can I do something?" he looked at his hyung. " *sigh* Maybe make him a bottle? He should stay hydrated." "of course, I can do that!" and with that, Jeongin walked back upstairs to take the bottle out of the box where Chan had all his regressing stuff in.

When he came back downstairs, the maknae didn't only carry a bottle with him, but a wolf plushie and a paci. "I thought this could be useful too" he said and handed the plushie and paci to Seungmin before he went into the kitchen.

Just a few minutes later, Chan opened his eyes again. He hadn't noticed that he fell asleep. The young boy grabbed Seungmin's shirt and pressed his face in the soft fabric. "Oh baby, you're awake. Everything okay?" the little just answered with a whine. "I think that is a no, hyung. But he is sick, so I wouldn't even ask." Jeongin came back from the kitchen with the now filled bottle. He crouched down next to the couch. Chan lifted his head and looked at his other caregiver with with tear-filled eyes. "You want to drink something, ducky?" the maknae softly smiled at him, but the Aussie just whined again and burried his head into Seungmin's shoulder. "Why not, pumpkin? Are you feeling too icky?" as an answer, he got a mix out of a nod and a head shake.

Now, Jeongin tried to get the little to tell or show them what was wrong, because he already had an idea, since the little normally always accepted the bottle: "is your tummy feeling icky, love?" Chan nodded, tears welled up in his eyes. "Oh Channie, please don't cry, it'll be okay!" Seungmin looked at his regressed friend, who had started to sob, with worried eyes. "Jeongin, can you take him for a moment? I would like to get a bucket, just in case." I.N nodded and they switched their positions. As soon as Jeongin sat down, Chan curled up on his lap, burrying his head in the other one's stomach. The maknae started to stroke the little's back to comfort the still crying Aussie. He also tried to offer the paci but only got an headshake as answer.

When Seungmin came back with a bucket, I.N had started to walk through the room, with Chan on his hip. The older vocalist was always surprised how strong the maknae was. Sure, Chan wasn't a heavy person, but with his muscular figure he made a strong contrast to Jeongin's slim body. Even tho the youngest member had a buffy figure, compared to Chan he looked so breakable. Or at least normally.

When the younger vocalist noticed that Seungmin was back, he smiled sadly at him. "I hate seeing Channie like this." he whispered and gently looked at Chan, who rested his head on his caregiver's shoulder. "Is your tummy still feeling icky, sweets?" Seungmin walked over to them and started stroking Chan's hair. The little whined and nodded. "Aww, poor baby boy. I wish I could make it could away, pumpkin, really!" "Maybe he caught a stomach bug?" Jeongin tilted his head a bit. "No, I don't think so. If he had a stomach bug, he would've thrown up already." the younger one nodded. "But why does he feel sick then?" "I don't know, I.N-ah. Maybe it's the stress of the last weeks. Or the fever."

They stood like that in the room for a while, Jeongin had started rocking the little on his hip to soothe him, at least a bit. For a few minutes it actually worked, but then, Chan grew restless again. He opened his eyes, burried his head into I.N's shoulder and whimpered softly. "Channie, what's wrong?" as an answer, the maknae just got more whimpering. Seungmin noticed how pale the little was, nearly whiter than the wall. "Jeongin, lets bring him to the couch" the other vocalist said and I.N followed him. With Chan in his lap, the youngest member sat down on the couch. The Aussie hid bis head in the other's neck and Jeongin felt how tears started to wet his skin and hair.

Seungmin slowly pulled the bucket closer to them, fearing that it would be too far away to react if needed. "Are you feeling any better, sunshine?" the menatlly oldest asked, petting the little's head. Chan just shook his head and Jeongin softly asked: "do you feel like you have to throw up, sweetie?" the little shook his head even harder and the younger vocalist hastened to said: "okay, it was just a question, sweetie, it's okay."

Once Chan calmed down a bit again, Seungmin whispered: "we should try to get him to sleep, at least for half an hour." I.N nodded and turned back to the little. "Channie, do you want to try to sleep? I bet you'll feel much better after it." the little just nodded, wich shocked his caregivers. Normally they had to nearly force him to sleep, no matter which age. But they took it as a win without questioning. "We'll bring you to our bedroom now, okay, baby?" Chan nodded again and Seungmin lifted him from Jeongin's lap and carried him back upstairs.

While the older vocalist tucked the Aussie in, the maknae dimmed the light. When he turned around again, he saw that Chan was already asleep. "We should let him sleep. Lets go" he whispered and the vocalists went out of the room.

Just 10 minutes later, Chan woke up in a dark room, he recognized as their bedroom. Trying to figure out what woke him, the little sat up. He blinked a few times, until he realized the cramps that shot through his stomach.

Chan hunched over, his arms around his middle. Shutting his eyes, the Aussie took a deep breath. Come on Channie, chu can do dat! Nuh bein smow wight now! Chu too much when smow! Taking another breath, Chan felt how his head started to throb while he came back to his original headspace. And that gave him the rest.

With a gag he leaned over the bucket Seungmin had placed next to his bed. he gripped the sides of it, when a retch brought up some bile and the fever reducers Seungmin had given him. Now, Chan remembered something: he forgot to eat before taking the meds. Cursing himself, the Aussie nearly choke on another sudden wave of vomit that came up his throat, which started to hurt from all the acid and bile.

After minutes which felt like a lifetime, Chan was only left with dry heaving. Just when he thought about what he was supposed to do next, the door opened and Seungmin bursted through it. "Channie? Everything okay?? I heard someone retch" he looked to Chan, who was still sitting on his bed with the bucket between his knees. "Oh god, sweetie!" "It's okay, Seungmin, I'll survive it" the older one's voice was raspy from the acid that still burned in his throat but he tried to smile at the vocalist. The other one sat down next to him, put the bucket down and started to rub slow circles over the leader's back. Chan bit on the inside of his cheeks, trying not to curl up into himself and cry. "Did you wake up big, Chan?"

Chan just nodded, avoiding the glances Seungmin gave to him. Then suddenly the vocalist spoke up, with his caregiver voice: "what did we say about forcing yourself out of littlespace, Chan?" Only those words were enough for the Aussie, who slipped immediatly and he started to sob: "Channie sowwi! Didn't wan ubsed chu!!" Seungmin's eyes widened, he didn't mean to make the boy cry. He quickly pulled Chan into a hug. "Hey, baby, it's okay! It's okay, little one! You could never upset me! I'm just scared for your wellbeing because forcing yourself out of being small isn't good for you, you know ducky?" "B-bud I too much when smow an nuh feewin wew." "Who told you that, pumpkin? Because that is not true! You aren't too much, no matter which headspace you are in and all of us love taking care of you!"

"Nuh uh!" the vocalist sighed a bit. When the little was showing his stubborn side, he knew that he was probably going to loose. Not this time! This time it's about him thinking we lie to him about loving to care for him!

"But baby, how do you know that that is true, hm? And why should we lie to you?" "Meanie woices say dat." Chan looked up to Seungmin, tears welled up in his eyes again. "Oh Channie! The meanie voices are lying to you, sweetheart! They want you to feel sad und not loved but you are! I promise! Now, do you want to rest on the couch with Jeongin and me for a bit? You didn't sleep long and must be exhausted after getting so icky."

Chan nodded and rested his head on his caregivers shoulder, while he was carried back in the living room.

"Is everything okay?" Jeongin raised his head from the kitchen table he had rested it on and looked at Seungmin who was carrying a still silently crying Chan. "No. He threw up and forced himself out of his headspace because he thought he is too much to handle for us." I.N's eyes grew wide and he hurried next to his two friends. The maknae started stroking Chan's back to comfort him.

After the little calmed down a bit, Seungmin sat down on the couch with him. "Jeongin, the bucket is still in the bedroom. Could you maybe rinse it?" the I.N nodded and walked out of the room.

When he came back, Seungmin was still holding Chan as close as possible and rubbed slow circles over his back. "Seungmin-hyung?" the vocalist and Chan looked up and stared at the officially youngest. "No Channie, it's okay, I just have to ask Minnie something." the little layed his head back on his caregiver's chest and closed his eyes.

"What is it, bread?" Jeongin just rolled his eyes at Seungmin. "When I rinsed the bucket, it didn't look like he had... eaten anything lately?" the older boy stared at him. "What?? Channie?" the Aussie opened his still-from-crying-red-and-puffy eyes again and looked up to his hyungs. The maknae sighed, before he crouched down next to the couch, so he was able to look in Chan's eyes.

"Ducky, please be honest: did you eat something before taking the fever reducers? We won't be mad, we just want to know." the little's eyes widened before he hid his head in Seungmin's chest again and started to sob. The older vocalist shot I.N a death glare before he started to comfort Chan: "hey, hey sweetheart, it's okay! We aren't mad at you, okay? We aren't mad, sshh, please don't cry, baby, it's okay"

After a few minutes, the little slowly calmed down. Jeongin opened his mouth to say something but was cut off by the little's voice: "sowie Minnie an Innie fow nuh bein honesd. dat wasn't wight ow me" Chan looked down and a tear escaped his left eye. "Channie, you don't have to be sorry! Of course lying isn't right but it doesn't change that we love you! We are just worried about you because taking pain killers or fever reducers on an empty tummy isn't good for you. But I think you know that now" Seungmin said and I.N added: "Hyung is right, pumpkin! We love you, no matter what! And I'm sorry that I made you think that we would be mad at you. Did I sound too scary or loud?"

But Chan shook his head: "jus thought chu onwie sain dat so i sai truf. sowwie!" "You don't have to apoligize for that, love! It's fine that you thought that! We would probably think the same if we would be in that situation." Jeongin sat down next to his friends and smiled at the little. "weawie?" "Really, baby!" The Aussie sighed in relief and curled up between his caregivers.

After a only few seconds his breathing calmed down. "I think he's asleep." Seungmin whispered and pulled a blanket, that layed on the, couch over the three. "Think so too. Damn, only... 4 hours and I'm so fucking exhausted." "Jeongin!" "Sorry"

Both (really exhausted) caregivers closed their eyes and not a minute later, all 3 boys were asleep.

Half an hour later, Minho came downstairs to make himself a coffee. But when he walked into the living room, his heart melted. The sight of the youngest members cuddled up with their clearly regressed leader was just adorable! After taking a picture, the dancer noticed the painkillers and fever reducers, he knew why they were all snuggled up together at 7:30 AM. Lee Know smiled sadly and went in the kitchen to make some tea and coffee.

While the coffee was brewing, Minho opened the skz groupchat.

SKZ GROUPCHAT 💀💀💀

I know you know Lee Know: *picture*

I know you know Lee Know: Guys, don't be too loud when you come downstairs. Our babies are sleeping and Channie isn't feeling well (Ig)

Fried Chicken: NAWWWWWW!! But poor Channie :(

Air Fried: Cute, I'm gonna scream!

I know you know Lee Know: @Air-Fried, don't you dare!!

Air Fried: Sorry!!

The dancer shook his head and went back in the living room. The maknaes seemed more tired than the little and that made Minho chuckle. But hey, at least they all get a lots of cuddles!

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I did it!!! It's not the best and you can read that I wrote it while I was half asleep but hey, who cares :D? Next fic will be Han's part in the series and my mental health is pissing me off, so he'll have to suffer from it XD I hope you liked it and requests are still open ☀