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love this so much! Bucky is so sweet 🥺

caregiver!bucky barnes hcs

a total doter, you want that stuffie? you get it. want to sleep in? of course! lots of kisses and hugs and cuddles.

messy playtime > finger painting and muddy puddles all the way. it’s how kids are supposed to grow up, in his opinion

would prefer to carry you, it’s no issue with his strength. easy to keep an eye on you and get some extra snuggles.

loves a movie, though it’s hard to get him to watch anything but a good animated disney classic because “they don’t make them like they used to!”

can handle a tantrum or a meltdown like a champ. he knows what it’s like, after all. such big feelings need an outlet and it’s better to let it out than keep it in.

so many sunny days spent outside with uncle steve and uncle sam, picnics at the park, walks around the city, tea parties in the garden. (though bucky does have a suspicion sam is sneaking you an extra cookie or two, but who’s to tell? not sam)

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thanks for this amazing story based on my prompt!!!

everyone go check out their blog!!!

ahhh also i love andrew spidey so much 🥹

I've been reading a lot of your little fics, and I love them! Especially the Stucky ones!

I had a request for a fic with Cg!Peter Parker (Andrew's version) x gn!little!reader

Andrew Peter is a very playful guy, so I'd imagine he'd love messing with reader, like jokingly scaring them. They have anxiety, but normally this is fine because they see it's Peter and instantly calm down.

But one day they've been having a bad day, too much stimuli ramping up their anxiety so they just want to relax at home, until Peter scares them when he gets home. He thought they'd start laughing like usual, but instead they start crying (and regress).

Too much.

Soooo I love this prompt and I hope you like the outcome!! Thank you for giving me Andrew Garfield spiderman I grew up on this spiderman version and this was amazing to write. Thank you for the prompt!! Enjoy<33

Masterlist - All my work!

Warnings⚠️:Meltdown, anxiety attack, jump scare, panic attack, comfort, crying, let me know if i missed anything!!

Cg!Andrew Garfield spiderman x Gn!little

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Today was nothing short of a pit of fire, it felt like nothing was going right and all you felt like doing was crying. Work was filled with nothing but rude people, and people you talk to normally were indifferent about your feelings. Your heart heavy from the day, you hope to get home and not have to worry about a single thing.

Peter and you had been sharing a home for quite some time now, and its was such a relief for you. Him being your caregiver meant that days like this would end in giggles and love, even if the beginning sucked, he always made it better.

Once you open the door and throw off your shoes, jacket, and bag, you walk your way over to the bathroom, running water over your face and trying to calm down the rage of anxiety from today.

You stand there for god knows how long before you open the door and turn to leave. When you open the door Peter is standing there waiting for you, scaring every fiber of your being to your core.

Peter had a knack for being excessively quiet, and also found it quite joyful to scare you. Expecting your normal reaction of a scream or a cuss word and then laughing, he didn’t think twice before deciding to stand outside the bathroom and wait.

What he was unaware of was that him scaring you would cause you to start crying, not necessarily from him scaring you, but sometimes an immense amount of an emotion just causes your anxiety to spike so high, the tears just end up coming.

The moment he sees your tears he's pulling you into his embrace, and starts rubbing your back, worry running through his veins. He didn’t mean to make you cry; the tears were far from what he was intending to see as a reaction.

You grasp onto him like your life depends on it, sobbing into his shoulder as the weight of the day hits you more. The emotions soaking through your exterior and being worn by peter, who was more than willing to take it.

“Woah woah sweetheart, what happened? Did I scare you that bad?” He calmly asks, rubbing his hand up and down your back, trying to help regulate your breathing.

Unable to really get any words out, you shake your head and just hold on tighter to him. He softly picks you up, kissing your cheek as he carries you to the living room. He tries to get you to sit on the couch but your grip on him has him just sitting with you on his lap as he softly rocks you.

“Bad day baby? Was this just the last straw to break the camels back?” He softly whispers, trying to get just enough of a answer so he can help.

You nod, the tears flowing but not as heavily anymore. You peak out at him, seeing his face of worry and concern, you can’t help but want to hide more into him. He does his best to hold you as close to him as he can, knowing pressure helps you to regulate.

Once your tears have eventually faded enough you can talk, you tell him about the day you had, telling him about the rude people at work, and how the people you work with and your “friends” did nothing but make it worse.

He listens to it all as he softly wipes your tears off your face, kissing your forehead every now and then. He gives you some love and comfort before gently giving you some advice, something he tries to do to help you to learn to be able to stand up for yourself without causing you more anxiety.

Although days like this are extremely hard, you know the moment that Peter knows, he's there. He listens and helps and makes sure your safe and sound before giving you just enough advice for you to feel confident if a day like this happens in the future again.

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Hey! I love your blog and your blog has really helped me be more open about my age regression. Would you be open to write a story about cg!hotch X cg!reid X little reader? Thanks have a great day💕

Hii!! I am sooo sorry this took so long!! I was having really bad writers block and then I completely forgot about all the story requests I had!!

I'm so glad my blog has helped you with your age regression!! <3

I hope this is okay 😅

"At work.."

Pairings: Caregiver!Aaron Hotchner, Spencer Reid x Little!Reader.

Summary: You slip at work, lucky your caregivers are there to help.

Warnings: the briefest mentions of a case revolving children, nicknames (daddy, dada, sweetheart, sweetie, bub, kiddo.)

Daddy - Hotch

Dada - Reid

(Gender Neutral Reader)

‼️ THIS IS NOT NSFW ‼️

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You were currently sat at your desk. It was one of the rare days that the bau were in the office, working on paperwork.

You'd been slipping all day and we're finding it increasingly difficult to focus on the folder that sat currently in front of you.

The bau were unaware that you were a regressor. Well apart from Spencer Reid and Aaron Hotchner. They both knew. They had become your caregivers.

Hotch was the first to know after he found you in a cupboard in a hotel after a particularly hard case involving children, he'd noticed how upset you'd been during the case and was originally going to just check up on you, but upon finding you crying, with a pacifier in your mouth he'd had a change of plans. He spent that evening watching over you and then proceeded to approach you on the topic in the morning when you were no longer small.

Spencer had found out soon after. He was good at profiling and had noticed your childlike innocence. He spoke to Hotch who in turn spoke to him about the situation, asking Reid not to mention this to anyone else.

Soon after that interaction there was an incident where you had slipped at work. Hotch was too busy to be able to watch you so Spence volunteered. You ended up having lots of fun with him. And so from that point on both Hotch and Spencer became your caregivers.

Spencer approached you slowly.

"Sweetheart you feeling small..?" He asked you quietly.

You looked up panicked.

"it's okay sweetie.. it's just dada.."

You nodded, tears in your eyes.

"oh it's okay bub.. Do you wanna go see Daddy??"

You nodded again.

Spencer gently took your hand in his own and led you to Hotch's office, knocking gently on the door.

A simple "come in" from Hotch was all it took before Spencer guided you into the room.

"Reid?? What's wrong??" Hotch asked upon seeing you holding his hand.

"They slipped whilst doing some paperwork and I thought it would be best for them to calm down and be regressed in here instead of in the open.." Spencer spoke looking to Hotch.

Hotch gently hugged you.

"do you want to do some colouring kiddo?"

You nodded eagerly.

Aaron took your hand from Reid.

"can you go get their regression bag from the boot of my car??"

"of course"

Reid left to go get your bag whilst Hotch got you settled on the couch in his office.

"now daddy has to carry on working but I'll be in here with you, yeah?"

"mhm.."

"okay Sweetheart."

Reid came back quickly, knocking on the door and then slipping in. He placed the bag down next to you and kissed your forehead.

"I'm going to get back to work before the others start asking questions. Have fun okay bub?"

"okii dada!!"

"okay Reid."

You and Hotch answered.

You ended up colouring 4 different pictures, you chose to do two for each of your caregivers. Labeling 'dada' and 'daddy' on the respective colourings.

Hotch decided to drive both you and Spencer back to Reid's house.

Hotch made you dinner whilst Spencer sat with you reading.

You fell asleep calmly knowing that your caregivers would always be there to help you when needed.

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this is too cute!!!

i have really bad anxiety, so I'd for sure be Bucky in this situation, but once I'd get comfortable around someone I'd be a-okay!! ☺️

Senses

A/N - it's been such a long week and I've missed posting so much, two requests currently in the making! I hope you guys enjoy whatever this turned into.

Masterlist - All my work!

Warnings ⚠️: Mentions of a mission, mentions of anxiety, mentions of a avengers party, let me know if I missed any!

Stucky (mainly bucky) x gn! Little reader

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If there was one thing that everyone in the tower knew, it was that you don’t touch bucky unless aloud. This even applied to you, even as his second partner along side Steve. The only one that was able to touch bucky without his life being in danger is Steve, and thats just because Bucky could almost like, sense him.

You felt a little sad that you may never have that with Buck, but you didn’t show it, atleast you did your best not to. You knew that if he ever did warm up to you, you’d open it with loving arms and let him know that he doesn’t have to be afraid.

Steve in a way, knew an saw how you felt. He would watch as your eyes showed how you wished that you could hug buck surprisingly as he did, or just to be able to move into rooms silently as you were known to do.

Bucky had a feeling about it but he couldnt put his hand on what was bothering you. The super soldiers knew you like the back of their hand. This is why when you became their partner, and little, it was like a part of them had been completed. 

You’d always announce yourself coming into rooms when around bucky, or make some sort of noise to make sure you didn't spook him. Bucky thought it was a sweet gesture, something you had been doing since you met him. Steve just knew it couldn’t only be that.

One day when all of the avengers were hanging out, you and bucky decided to hang back at your room in the tower. Bucky wasn't feeling the greatest, and in all honesty you weren’t either. Your anxiety had been spiking all day. You barely wanted to even have to get out of bed.

You were laying on the couch watching a movie when you heard bucky shuffle around in your guy’s shared bedroom. Nothing unusual, so you ignore it.

Until it happens again, and again, and maybe even a 4th time. That's when you decide its worth going to at least check out. You stand up and head towards your bedroom when you what bucky mumbling, and then making noise again.

“Bucky?” you open the door quietly as you speak, trying to figure out whats going on with him.

“No- No I don’t-” Bucky mumbles, his sleeping form crumpled in your bed.

“Bucky? Bucky are you okay?” You ask as you walk over to him, trying to gently wake him as he appears to be having a nightmare.

“No-No You can’t- You can’t have them!” Bucky screams as he sits up in bed, looking around with fear and worry in his eyes.

“Bucky?” You sit down in front of him, looking at him with concern, but avoiding touching him.

That is until he literally drags you into his lap, crying as he holds you tightly. He’s mumbling thank god and jesus christ over and over again, you softly hug him back, burying close into his embrace.

“I-I thought they got you. I couldn’t save you.”

“Im here buck.. I promise no ones hurt me.”

He sighs and gently kisses your cheek before wrapping you in the blanket and pulling you under with him.

He plays with your hair until you inevitably fall asleep on top of him.

When steve arrives home, bucky has you practically strapped to him with his own limbs, his arms are tightly secured around your torso and his legs are tangled with yours as you both sleep, soundly.

You were fond of the experience, this was the first time bucky had let you help him through a nightmare. You were honestly glad he was starting to open up.

Something you hadn’t realized was that bucky had the urge for you to just jump on him like steve did. Ever since the nightmare hes realized how much you made sure to let him know you were there, it was as if it was to make sure he didn’t attack you. You never touched him unless he saw you first, and you would always announce yourself in one way or another when walking into somewhere where he was, and you’d always leave him notes or messages to let him know if you'd be home at an odd hour.

With steve he never has to guess or know, he can feel steve a mile away, and hes beginning to be able to do the same with you. He can hear your small quiet footsteps, the way your keys jingle in your pocket, your breathing patterns, everything was starting to tell him that he was safe around you.

Weeks pass of this bothering him, he just wants you to not feel like you can just exist without him having to necessarily know.

The first time you don’t announce yourself is when you get home at 3:40am from a in-house mission. Your half regressed, and feel actually disgusting, the in-house being you had to join clint in the vents, and you really never want to go back.

You quietly enter the house, and slowly drop your stuff on the table, before opening the fridge and grabbing one of your pre-made juice sippys.

“Can’t hurts” you quietly mumble to yourself, your regression starting to take over.

You turn towards the living room and you see bucky standing in the door way, watching over you.

“Pa- Uhm, Bucky?” You ask, surprised.

“How did you know I was home?”

“I can hear you from practically anywhere, my senses know. You sure you want juice? I could make you up some milk?” Bucky smiles softly.

He sees the grime slimed on your face, and the dust from wherever you were on your clothes, but he sees you most importantly.

You give him a knowing look, before you slowly lose the facade of being big and walk over to him, burying your face in his chest and letting him take the exhaustion.

You didn’t need to announce yourself for him to know you needed him, and you’d be able to learn soon enough that you wouldn't have to announce yourself at all. 

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recently it was my birthday, so it was sweet reading this!!!

luv readin cg!tenth doctor stories!!! 🥺💗

It’s my Birthday!!🥳🎂🎉🎈🎁

It’s official I’m 3 years old today😂😂 Big year for me!😂😂 I’m really 24 and let me tell you, I’m still tired😂😂😂

Thank you to everyone who voted on the Birthday poll! I really really hope you enjoy this fic as much as I did writing it! The idea came to me while I was working and I couldn’t stop writing it after it won the poll! (Also I know the gif is the 14th Doctor but I like his smile in it😄)

Please enjoy and have a great weekend!!🥳🎂🎈🎁

A Birthday Wish💫🎂

Caregiver! 10th Doctor & GN Little! Reader (SFW!)

Tags - cupcakes, stuffies, surprises, happy tears, hugs, forehead kisses, the birthday you deserve!, presents, party games, the Doctor being the best cg ever, bops on the nose.

I closed the door and locked it on my way out of my apartment. Even as I walked up the stairs of my building I could hear my loud roommates and their friends yelling and shouting about some stupid ball game.

I shook my head and continued up. If there’s one thing I was going to have on my birthday, it was peace.

Once I reached the top of the building, I pushed the door open and walked onto the rooftop. Here, I got the best view of London and all the stars above.

I would come up here often, after a long day at work or to escape my loud roommates. It was nice, my own little hideaway. Just me, the stars and all of London.

I walked over to the little plastic table I had set up for night like these. I put my backpack into one chair and took a seat in the other.

Then I carefully pullout out the cupcake from my backpack and put it on the table. The icing was a bit messed up from its journey up to the roof, but it didn’t matter to me, a cupcake was a cupcake. I grabbed the candles and put the numbers onto the cake.

Then I just sat there, and stared at the number for a second. I hate getting older, the little side of me hates seeing the age I was actually turning when I felt much younger than I actually was…

I felt like screaming out loud, “I’m not older! I’m just a kid!” But who would listen? Who would care?

The sad answer is no one. My regression was kept hidden from everyone. It was just between me and my stuffies. Speaking of…

I grabbed my stuffed animal elephant out of my bag and and held her in my arms. She’s, of course, is invited to the party! Wouldn’t be one without her.

Then I grabbed my sippy cup and placed it on the table along with some plastic silverware for the cupcake. Once settled I looked back at the stupid numbers.

I mean, who needed a reminder of how old they’re turning? I picked the candles off the cupcake and threw them off to the side. I dug through my bag and found only one last candle left, one regular candle for my birthday wish.

I placed the candle into my cupcake and lit a match, lighting the candle up. A small glow from the fire illuminated me.

Truth was…I didn’t really know what to wish for at first. I didn’t really know, or believe anything would actually come true.

Looking up at the stars again, I took a deep breath and sighed. I guess it didn’t hurt to just wish for anything right? Even the impossible.

So with my eyes casted to the stars above me, I made my wish, “I wish I wasn’t alone, that someone knew and understood my regression and accepted me for it. I just don’t want to be alone anymore.”

With big breath in, I blew out the candle.

And nothing happened. As I expected. Just same old me, another year older.

I began peeling the small paper from around the cupcake, and began digging into the sweetness. That cupcake tasted amazing! But something caught my eyes from above.

I looked back up to the stars, back up to the one I had my eyes on when I wish. And it…moved?

I stood up, stuffie in my hand as I walked closer to get a better look at the star. It looked as though…it was spinning. Is that possible?!

For a moment I looked away, thinking maybe I was just seeing things, but then I looked back and sure enough that star was spinning. How is that happening?

Then I realized something else…that star was getting closer and closer. I couldn’t help but watch in wonder as the star spun and moved closer and closer earth, then to London, then…

That Star was coming straight for me! I snapped out of my wonder and ran! Dodging off to the side as the star slid onto the rooftop, coming to a stop on the other side.

I cautiously walked out of my hiding spot and looked over at the star…which I realize now isn’t a star…it’s a…box?!

A blue police box flew onto the roof and slid across it? How’s that-.

I slowly approach the box, looking at it with wonder. But just when I was about 2 feet away from it, the door flung open.

A man stepped out. Big smile on his face and a party hat on his head. All at once I realized something…

I’ve seen this man before.

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**Flashback to this morning**

I stood and stared at the tall shelves of stuffed animals infront of me. The toy store wasn’t that busy in the morning hours which made it a nice peaceful visit as I chose my first ever birthday stuffie.

Of course I have plenty of stuffies at home, but this one would be special, it would be a birthday stuffie!

Problem was…there’s a lot of options. Every animal you could think of sat on the shelves infront of me. The choices were endless.

“Hard to pick huh?”

I turned around and saw a stranger walk up to me. He wore a long brown coat and a blue suit, and on his feet converse. He had a friendly smile as the walked over and admired the shelf with me.

“Yeah definitely hard to pick.” I replied, looking back to the shelves.

“Grabbing a gift for someone?” He asked.

“No, for myself actually.” I thought about it then added, “it’s umm, my birthday.”

“It’s your birthday?!! Happy birthday!!” The man lit up hearing me say.

“Thank you.” I couldn’t help but chuckle at the man’s enthusiasm.

“Then this is going to have to be a very important plush after all.” He focused back on the shelf. “Which one are you thinking?”

“I think I’ll get….this one!” I grabbed the elephant off the shelf and held her in my arms. She was perfect! Soft and a little weighted in her feet.

“Now that is a great choice!” He smiled back at me, the praise making my little side scream on the inside.

“What are you going to name it?” He asked.

I looked down at her and thought long and hard about it, “Lucky! Since elephants are lucky.”

“Lucky is a great name! Good thinking.” He praised again.

“Any other one you thinking of getting?” He liked back to the shelf.

I looked back too, my eyes settling on a particular lion stuffie. But then I realized I didn’t have enough money. I looked away and back at the man. “Not today, just her for now.” I smiled sadly.

“Well she will do fine! A nice strong elephant to keep you company.” He smiled back, shaking the elephants hand in my arms.

He looked at his watch before saying, “Oh, I’ve gotta run. I hope you have a great birthday!” He smiled before walking towards the front of the store.

“Wait,” I called back to him, stopping him in his tracks. “Thank you for the help picking a stuffed animal Mr…”

“Oh no Mr. It’s just The Doctor.” He replied with a smile. “And it was no problem at all. I rather enjoyed helping. You and Lucky have a great day and a happy birthday again to you kiddo.” And with that he turns and walk towards the cashier.

I stared back at him for a moment before turning back to the shelf. Did he call me kiddo?

He did…didn’t he….why? Maybe cause I’m younger than him? Or maybe…no. No. There was no way he could’ve known….

As I continued walking around the toy store I heard him talk briefly to the cashier before the bell at the door ding meaning he left. I looked around for a moment more, before I went to the cashier to pay for my elephant.

“Just this please.” I said, putting my elephant up on the counter and grabbing my wallet.

“No need, that gentleman in the long coat bought it for you.”

I stared at the cashier in shock. “What?”

“The man that was in here before. He paid for your elephant already. You’re good to go.”

The cashier turns to go do something else while I stand there frozen with shock. I took the elephant off the counter and walked out of the store.

I looked around for the kind man but didn’t see him anywhere. That was so nice of him to pay for my gift. I hadn’t even realized he went to go do that. What a Lucky Elephant my stuffie is!

I smile and give her a hug before I walk away, off to the next stop.

The next stop happens to be a bakery. I browse through the cake window at all the different cupcake selections they had on display. All of them looks sooooooo good.

“Order for Y/N.” The bakery woman called.

I stopped and lifted my head. That’s strange….maybe someone has the same name as me?

“Order for Y/N.” The woman calls again. “Birthday cupcake.”

I froze again in utterly shock. I raise my hand awkwardly. “I…I think that’s for me.”

I walked over to the counter and the baker read the description. “It says, Order for Y/N’s birthday. They should be wearing a red cardigan.”

I looked at myself as if I forgot I was wearing a red cardigan…because I did forget. “Oh…that’s me.”

She wraps the cupcake up and hands it to me. “Happy birthday!”

“Thank you, just one thing.” I stop the baker. “I didn’t order this.” I say honestly.

“A man came in here just a minute or two before you and he ordered it for you.” She explained.

“Did he have a brown coat and spiky kind of hair?” I ask again.

“Yeah, yeah he did. And he wore converse. Crazy looking dude.” The woman joked, “Enjoy your cupcake dear.” And with that she walked away.

I walked out of the bakery and took a deep breath. First the stuffie and now the cupcake. Who was this mystery man? And why was he being so extra kind to me? Most people just wished me a happy birthday but him? He went above and beyond.

The cupcake came with a note that read simply,

Make a good wish tonight!

- The Doctor

The Doctor? Was that seriously his name? I thought he was joking.

There was also something different about him. As I walked back to my apartment the man played on my mind. He felt like how a Caregiver should feel. Compassionate, gentle, patient and kind, amount other things, He called me kiddo and bought me a stuffie and a cupcake.

But now it was over…there was no way I was ever going to see him again after this…

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Until now.

I stared back at the man in utter shock of the today’s events. But more so because a giant flying box almost hit me as it landed on the roof.

He leaned against the box and smiled back at me. “Y/N!! Happy Birthday!!”

“It’s you!” Was all I was able to say at the moment.

“It’s me!” He smiled back.

“You-You’re from the toy store…and the bakery…” My mind keeps racing through the thoughts. “And now…the sky?”

I could help but smile at everything. It was so impossibly crazy! There was no was any of this was real, yet here he stood in front of me. “How did you come from the sky? How doesn’t your box fly? How is any of this possible?!”

The Doctor smiled, slowly walking over to me. “Well when I realized a certain someone was celebrating their birthday alone. I couldn’t stand to see it. So I thought I’d come and visit.”

“I guess you could say I’m someone’s birthday wish.” He added with a smirk and a wink.

Birthday wish? I thought back to it: “I wish I wasn’t alone, that someone knew and understood my regression and accepted me for it.” The realization hit me.

“You’re a Caregiver too?”

“Yup.” He said popping the P at the end. “Isn’t that what you wish for? Not to be alone and for someone to take care of a certain little one?”

“Yeah… I just…I never believed it would actually happen.” I say back to him honestly.

“Well now, if you like it to happened, it can.” He starts to say. He takes his hands in mine and looks into my eyes, “I know we are still learning about each other but, I’d be happy to take care of you. Especially on a day like today.”

I stare back at him at first in complete disbelief, “You want to me my Caregiver?”

“I’d be honored to.” He smiles back.

I squeeze his hands in mine and nod, “I love that too.”

I let go of his hands for a moment and give him a hug. He immediately reciprocates, hugging me back with a tight protective hug. And all at once it feels as though all my issues and problems start to melt away as my regression takes the wheels.

The Doctor immediately sees the slight shift, his careful Caregiver eye catches it. “There you are sweet one. It’s time for you to relax and have the best birthday ever.”

He grabs a party hat from his pocket and leans forward putting it on my head. “There we are! Perfect for the party!”

“Party?” I ask confused. What party?

“I have everything set up already. All I need to do is bring Lucky of course and the most important person of all you!”

I stared up at him in disbelief, “You’re throwing me a birthday party?”

He took my hand in mine again, bring it up to place a kiss onto. “I’m so sorry you’ve had to celebrate any one of your birthday’s alone, but never again. Never while I’m here.”

“From now, you get the birthday you deserve.” He looked into my eyes and lead me by the hand to the blue box.

I followed along, holding onto his hand tightly as he lead the way to the flying blue box. “The party is in there?” There’s no way we’re fitting in there.

“You’ll see.” He winked before unlocking the door and pushing it open. He guided me to go first.

The moment I stepped inside my breath was taken away. “It’s-….I mean how is it? It’s smaller on the outside than inside!” I smiled, looking around the place on pure wonder.

“That’s…” The Doctor started to say, “I haven’t heard that one yet.” He chuckled.

Inside the main Tardis area had balloons and streamers all about. I turned and looked at The Doctor. “This is all for me?”

“This all for you!”. He smiled seeing my enjoyment.

I looked at the center console with wonder. “Does that fly the box?”

“Well it’s not actually a box. Think of that as a disguise. This is actually a space ship and Time Machine.” He explains on.

I looked at him baffled. “No it isn’t. Really?! That’s insane!!” I scream look back at the Tardis interior with wonder.

“It is a lot to take in isn’t it?” He jokes, walking back over.

A small wrapped box catches his eyes, “Oh I almost forgot!” He runs over and grabs the box.

“This, is for you darling.” He hands the blue wrapped box over to me.

“You got me a gift?”

“Of course I got you a gift! Why wouldn’t I?”

“But you bought me my elephant and the cupcake and this, this is enough of a gift in itself.” I gesture to the Tardis. “You didn’t have to...”

He caressed my face, holding my face in his hands, “Y/N, I wanted to. You deserve the universe and more.” He makes a point of saying before placing a kiss on my forehead.

“Now what are you waiting for?! Open it up!” He smiles.

I look back at him with tears in my eyes, before I go to unwrapping this gift, and its…..

“It’s the lion from the toy store.” I hop the stuffie up and look at the Doctor in disbelief.

“We couldn’t have Lucky go on without his friend now could we?” He wraps an arm around my shoulder and looks down at the lion. “Do you like it?”

“I love it!! Thank you!” I turn and give him another big hug, tears falling from my eyes.

“Awwww! You’re so welcome Y/N.” He hugs back, gently rubbing my back.

But the tears don’t stop coming, the day full of surprises starting to catch up with me. Immediately he looks worries and silently ask to pick me up, which I give a nod yes in reply.

He picked me up and holds me on his hip as if I weight nothing. “It’s a lot all at once isn’t it?”

I immediately rest my head on his shoulder, nodding and wiping my tears away.

“A lot of big things and a lot of new things. So why don’t we take a moment to just take a breath before we go on with the rest of the party?” He offers and I immediately nod to. That sounds nice.

The Doctor starts to walk around the Tardis console room holding me in his arms, lightly bouncing and rubbing my back. The gentle movements start to relax me more and more. It’s been a long day and now? I think I just had too many shocks at once.

But it was amazing that he right away recognized that and went to help me. He’s a great Caregiver. And he’s also my Caregiver. But I had to ask…

“Why me?” I asked softly.

“What’s that sweetheart?”

“Why me?” I lift my head and look into his eyes. “You said this is a spaceship right?”

“That’s right.”

“So in all of the Galaxy and all of earth and all of London you chose me. To not just be my friend but my Caregiver? Why me?”

“Why not you?” He smiled back. But he could tell I wanted more of an explanation.

“Alright, you want the truth? The truth is, I was back in London after traveling a while by myself and that’s when I stumbled upon you in the toy store. Seeing you so happy just picking out a stuffie made me forget for a moment all the loneliness I had. And hearing it was your birthday was just icing on the cake.” He ends with a wink, happy with his cleaver pun.

“The truth is, I’ve also never had anyone to celebrate my birthday with. I’ve always been a lone too. And I didn’t want you to have to go through that feeling, that pain.”

“So as I started to run around making a happy birthday for you, I realized something. This wasn’t just my normal self taking over, I could feel a side of myself that I haven’t felt in a while come out, my Caregiver side.”

“I haven’t seeing a little rascal like you in a long time.” He boops my nose, “So I knew I had to make it extra special. And by the end of it, I couldn’t think of my life without having you in it, to take care of, to joke with, to do anything with!”

“So that’s why, out of all the people in the galaxy, I chose Y.O.U.” We both smile.

“Now, the party has just begun! Are you ready?” He looks me in the eyes and I nod my head excitedly.

“Good! Let’s gooo!” He runs down the hallways with me in his arms. I giggle the whole way.

There’s a room in this Tardis that’s decorated to the T with party supplies and decorations. There we spend the rest of the night together. First we play party games, then we eat more cake, then we play even more games, all while I start to learn more about him and he learns about me.

He’s an alien….but he doesn’t look it. And he’s from another planet. He’s always known about age regression because on their planet it was something people did without judgement…unlike earth.

He’s always been a Caregiver and he’s used to have Littles who were his companions but they sadly left. And now he has me!

The night slowly starts to settle down. His long coat and jacket are off as he sit on the couch with me in his arms. I cuddle up close to him, half asleep with both stuffies in my arms.

“I don’t want it to end.” I whine, trying to fight off sleeping.

“Well this is a Time Machine…tomorrow we can go to your next birthday.” He suggest chuckling.

I smile to the idea but shake my head, “Maybe tomorrow we celebrate your birthday!”

“My birthday?”

“Yeah! That way you’re not alone.”

The thought brings a sad yet happy smile to the Doctor’s face. “I would absolutely love that Y/N. Thank you.” I swear I could see a tear or two in his eyes.

Together we stayed like that. Me relaxing in his lap, head pressed against his chest, stuffies in hand. While he held onto me tightly in his arms, as if he was going to lose me. But I was going nowhere, and nether was he.

The Caregiver and the Little. Or maybe a better name for us, the birthday Little and soon Birthday Caregiver. Together at least and for as long as time itself.

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bucky is so understanding this fic 😭

certain fabrics make me uncomfortable so reading this meant a lot to me

What if reader was autistic and had issues with fabrics and feels so buckys arm was actually a way for them to calm down

A Cold Calm Down

Bucky Barnes x Little!Reader (They/Them pronouns used)

Notes - As someone who has struggled with sensory issues, especially clothing related, this fic and request hold a really special little spot in my heart <3

Warning - Vague mentions of fabric textures, Bucky being self conscious of his Metal arm

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"What about that one Bub?" Bucky asked as he pointed towards a blue t-shirt.

Y/n's hand slid down the sleeve quickly before pulling back to grab Buck's. "I's not right." They frowned, their chest feeling heavy as they remembered the last two shirts.

Bucky felt a few more before landing on a long sleeve. "Maybe this one?" He took a step back to let Y/nm explore on their own.

"I can't, Daddy, they all wrong!" Y/n sounded completely defeated as they ran back to Bucky. "They's so wrong." They cried, fumbling with Bucky's left glove before stuffing it in their pocket.

Bucky stood still, unsure about how he felt with his metal arm being uncovered. But with one look down, Y/n's hand in his, their breathing suddenly more stable, he felt okay. "Do you want to try another store? Or wait a few minutes?" Bucky asked as Y/n's second hand found it's way under his jacket and onto more metal, their body slowly melting against his.

"I feel really ... really full." Y/n mumbled against Bucky's shoulder, their fingers tracing the little groves of his arm.

Bucky smiled slightly, enjoying his Bub's take on 'overwhelmed'. "Okay, then let's take some deep breaths." He turned his body so Y/n was leaned against his chest instead of his shoulder, their hands still gripping his own.

"Follow you." They whispered.

"Yes, follow me." He repeated, his chest rising slowly, air filling his lungs then holding and then releasing. The two of them standing face to face as they took a moment.

Y/n raised their head, Bucky's metal arm warm where their fingers had been, and his eyes on them. "Feels better." They smiled at him.

"Good." He leaned down to kiss the top of their head before continuing. "Would you like to try again? Or go and get a donut?" Y/n couldn't hide their thought as they smirked then frowned. "You did a good job Bub." He insisted. "We can always come back another day, okay?" He didn't want to push them to do something he knew they struggled with. In fact he was very proud at how well they did, not only in a new store, touching new fabrics, he was also proud that they knew when they needed a break, something Y/n and him had been working on.

"Donuts 'hen." They smiled, their second hand leaving Bucky's arm, but their first still holding onto his hand firmly. "Please."

"Okay, donuts it is." Bucky chuckled as he watched Y/n lean their weight onto their heels, a sign they were ready to move. "Anything for you Bub." He whispered.

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thanks, fizzie! I'm definitely tryin to stay hopeful 🥺🌟 *hugs*

Hey Fizzie!!! can you give me some encouragement, pls? 🥺

been feelin little down, 'specially since I just graduated & don't have a job yet. And really close to havin a meltdown/shutdown today

also luv ur cg blog!!! It so cool! (Gold star for u! 🌟)

aww i'm sorry ur feeling down kiddo, that's no fun! but that's okay! everyone moves at their own time, there is no set speed you have to do anything kiddo! move at ur own accord!

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🥺🥺🥺 *big hug* thxs Luci!!

and I'm rlly tryin!! Thxs for believin in me! 🩵

*waves while holding my unicorn pillow pet*

hey, Luci🥺💛

ur accnt is amazing and ur so sweet! Idk if u could give me some kind words! Just feel kinda low (adult pressures r the worst 😭)

but also, look at my duck collection! It smol but mighty!!!

Awww! Aren’t you the sweetest lil guy! Those ducks looks super cool ducky!

The adult pressures of the world suck, but you are strong and will get past them! I believe in you and I’m proud of you for making it this far

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LITTLE ALASTOR AND VOX?

Maybe Vox hates Alastor so much because they used to be friends and when they regress they forget why they dislike eachother so much and become friends again :3

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Sleepy Baby

CG!Husk, CG!Fat Nuggets, and Regressor!Angel

Plot: Angel is a sleepy baby. Alastor notices this and gets Husk since he sucks at caring for kids.

Request by @Ahumancalledpossum on AO3

Alastor was heading to his radio tower to do his daily radio broadcast when his shadow heard something going on in Angel's room. The shadow placed his ear over the spider's door when he heard what appeared to be a child-friendly show playing, along with someone babbling. Alastor walked over to the door and listened in to what was going on. He noticed that the infantile sounds belonged to... Angel? No, it really couldn't be, could it? The radio demon knocked on Angel's door, then opened it. What he saw next was surprising - Angel was sitting inside of a sensory swing, suckling on a pacifier while cuddling Fat Nuggets and watching some type of children's program on his phone. The spider was dozing off, and Fat Nuggets was trying to keep him awake. Alastor quietly shut the door before Angel and Fat Nuggets could notice him.

The radio demon really didn't know what was going on. He wasn't sure what to do either. Was he going to judge Angel for his odd coping mechanism? Of course not. He was way too mature to do such a thing. He decided to head downstairs to the bar and talk to Husk since Angel always hung out with him every day.

"Husker, I know you're busy with your job, but may I speak with you privately?" Alastor requested as he sat down on one of the bar stools.

"Uh, sure, boss," Husk said after he finished serving a hotel resident of some margarita and began cleaning an empty wine glass.

"I believe Angel needs you right away."

"Why's that? Does he want to show me some more of his latest outfits he got for Fat Nuggets?"

"Oh, it's not that. I was on my way to my tower when I heard what I thought was Angel babbling. I opened the door and saw that he had a pacifier in his mouth and was watching a cartoon on his cellular device."

Husk stopped what he was doing and turned over to Alastor.

"Did Angel regress?" Husk questioned.

"Well, who's to say? I don't personally know about this regression, but it's not my place to judge as long as Angel isn't hurting anyone or himself. In fact, he's safe in his room and looked as if he was falling asleep."

"Angel usually gets tired during this time of day when he's little. I'll go check on him. Thanks for telling me, and thanks for being cool about this."

"It's no problem at all," Alastor nodded as he disappeared into the shadows to do his broadcast.

The winged cat closed the bar and went upstairs to check on Angel. He knocked on the door softly and received some cooing and yawning from the spider in return.

Husk opened the door and spotted Angel in his sensory swing, who was fighting sleep and rubbing his eyes.

"Hey, little ragno. I think it's time for someone's nap," Husk cooed as he walked over to Angel and scooped him up from his swing.

Angel didn't complain. He loved it when Husk put him down for his afternoon nap or for bedtime whenever he regressed. The spider yawned as Husk carried him to his bed and changed him into a Pull-Up and his favorite Olivia (the pig) pajamas.

When Husk started carrying Angel to his room, the little sleepily babbled to his caregiver, saying that he was watching Baby Einstein and learning about the ocean on his phone with Fat Nuggets. "Really? That must have been interesting, huh? But now, it's time for us to rest for a while."

Fat Nuggets followed the duo with Angel's baby blanket and two favorite stuffies - Rainbow Puppy and Twinkle - in his mouth.

Once in Husk's room, the winged cat sat down in his rocking chair and placed Angel on his lap. Fat Nuggets handed Husk the comfort items.

"Thank you, Fat Nuggets. You're a really big help, you know that?" Husk thanked as he handed the blanket and stuffies to a nearly-asleep Angel.

Fat Nuggets climbed into Angel's arms, and Husk began rocking the chair back and forth. The spider cuddled into his caregiver's embrace as he was kissed on the forehead.

The next ten to fifteen minutes were spent with Husk rocking Angel to sleep and singing lullabies to him.

When Angel fell asleep, Husk carefully stood up and carried the baby to his bedside crib next to his bed. The winged cat placed Angel inside and tucked him and Fat Nuggets in. While Husk prepared Angel's musical crib attachment toy, he could hear him humming in his sleep.

Husk chuckled as he climbed into his bed. He smiled heartily at the sleeping duo next to him before falling asleep himself.

Meanwhile, the hotel was treated with a calming ambiance of vintage music - all thanks to Alastor. He figured that everyone should take time to rest and slow things down, no matter if they were big or small.

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cg!Angel babysitting little!Vaggie and little!Alastor?

Sure thing! These 2 don't get along well even when regressed.

Vaggie: *On the verge of tears, screaming loudly, and trying to rip Alastor's head off*

Angel dust: *trying his best to keep her at bay* Vaggie baby! Please calm down! Alastor! Whatever you did or said to her apologize now! How many times have I told you to be a good brother? You know she is younger than you!

Alastor: *Clearly enjoying himself* ...hehe

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noooo!! Now I's sad!!! 😭😭😭

need em to be ok!!!!

WIP Wednesday! Whoo!!! 🥳

Tagged by: @nostalgic-woodwind

I'm not sure when this'll take place.

Might be part 2 of IBS, might not be.

Idk! We'll see!

TW: Caregiver burnout, neglect, fighting, arguing, drinking, guilt, hurt, implied death, panic attack.

Drift away: Husk and Angel

"Husk? Are you good?" Angel asks.

"I'm fine." Husk says. "Just...tired," he says. “Between working at the bar and taking care of you, I haven't had a lot of time to myself to just relax.” He explains.

"I know I've been regressing a lot lately, keeping you up." Angel says. “I didn't realize I was stressing you out so much, I'm sorry.” Angel says, feeling rather guilty over it, not that he can help when he regresses, but he should have noticed Husk's stress earlier.

Husk shakes his head. "No, it's not that." He lies. "Just- don't worry about it. I just need to sleep tonight and I'll be fine.” He says.

Angel raises an eyebrow. "Husk, it's fine to admit if you need a break. I know I can be a lot sometimes.”

"You're not, I just- well, you are, but I can handle it, I promise.” Husk insists.

Angel moves his head towards Husk, stretching his neck out a little, leaning over the bar to face him. "Hey, it's okay if you need a break, or just not in the mood to care for me." Angel says. "I can take care of myself for a bit. It's no big deal.”

Husk shakes his head, moving further away from Angel. "When you're little and you need me -"

"Even then." Angel says sternly. "You have to take care of yourself, Husk. If you tell me you need a few hours, I can entertain myself." Angel says. "I have for a few years now, in case you forgot."

Husk looks away from Angel again and shakes his head. "No, I can't just leave you by yourself." He says. "That wouldn't work.”

Angel raises an eyebrow at him. “Why not?”

Husk looks at him again. “You should sit down, you'll hurt yourself leaning over the bar like that.”

Angel frowns, sitting down as he was told. "I've been by myself before, Husk." Angel says. "If it makes you feel better, you can leave me with nuggets or someone else. Charlie probably wouldn’t mind if you left me with her for a bit.”

Husk sighs. “Angel-”

“Husk, you need to take a break every now and then, I'm fine.” Angel insists. “I promise I'm okay.”

"No! I can't leave you alone." Husk says sternly. "I can't!"

"What is wrong with you?" Angel asks him.

"Nothing!" Husk shouts, causing Angel to get off the stool and take a step back. His extra eyes glowing defensively.

Husk sighs. "I-” He huffs, unable to say what it is he should.

Angel looks at him with concern. "Husk…”

"I'm done having this conversation with you." Husk says, "If you really want to be left alone, I'll leave you alone."

Husk starts to walk away, obvious Angel shooting through him…

Angel's frown deepened. "Husk, I didn’t mean to-"

“I said I didn't want to talk about it.” Husk says.

“I'm sorry.” Angel says.

But Husk doesn't respond, he storms off, leaving Angel alone.

Angel feels a pain in his chest.

What did he do wrong?

~~~Husk:~~~

Husk leaves the hotel, not caring what anyone has to say about it...

Not caring if Angel hates him,

Or if Charlie and Vaggie attempt to lecture him about this...

Ic Alastor tears him apart for leaving…

So fucking be it! He doesn't care right now!

A single tear falls down his face…thinking of the last time he left someone…

He quickly wipes it away.

He needs a drink.

~~~Angel:~~~~

Angel sits back down at the bar, not understanding what just happened…

What did he do? Why was Husk so upset with him?

Tears force their way down Angel’s face…

This is all his fault!

He fucked up!

Again!

Made someone else leave him!

Why does he keep doing this- what is he doing!?

"Angel?" Charlie asks, appearing behind him. "What happened? What's wrong? Are you okay?”

Vaggie is next to her, looking just as concerned.

Angel shakes his head. "I don't know- I- I don't- Husk, he-" Angel is trembling, he's not sure why he's reacting this way, he and Husk have fought before but…

But Husk has never left him because of it, and he supposed that's what was freaking him out.

Does Husk not like him anymore?

Was he mad?

Fucking damn it! Why can't he calm down enough to talk about it!?

Maybe Charlie can help him find out what he did wrong…

"Deep breathes, Angel." Charlie says, taking his hand. "Start from the beginning. I'm sure we can work this out."

Angel nods, taking some deep breaths. "It's Husk, he's just been so stressed out from taking care of me... I'm just too much for him sometimes. I guess- I didn't realize that I was...So, I apologized and tried to convince him to take a break but then he started getting mad and-... I didn't mean to upset him." He says. "I don't know what I did! I don't know why he's so mad at me. What did I do?”

"I don’t think you did anything." Vaggie says. "Something else is probably on."

Charlie nods. "Yeah, maybe Husk is just experiencing caregiver burnout.” She says. “And maybe he's feeling a bit guilty about it.”

Angel nods. “Maybe.”

“This isn't your fault, Angel. Just be patient with him, we can talk to him together if that would help." Charlie suggests.

Angel nods. "Yeah...okay."

"We can make a schedule, set times for you to regress, and times for Husk to take breaks, days I can watch you instead. You know I'd take any excuse to take care of you for a few hours." She smiles, causing Angel to roll his eyes, smiling also.

“Everything’s going to be okay, Angel. I promise.” Charlie says. “Once Husk calms down, you two can talk it out and everything will be fine.”

Angel frowns. “But what if he doesn't want to talk to me? What if he's done with me?” Angel asks.

“...Angel.” Charlie says. “Husk…kinda cares a lot about you. He talks about nothing else, he waits eagerly for you to come home every night, his face lights up when you're around. I doubt one little squabble will change any of that.” She says.

“He does? Really?” Angel asks.

“You haven't noticed?” Charlie asks.

Angel shrugs.

“It's true, he cares about you a lot. He loves you.” Charlie says. “I'm sure everything will be fine.”

Angel smiles again and nods. “Thanks, Charlie.”

Charlie offers Angel a hug and he takes it.

It doesn't last too long though, Angel pulls away three seconds later.

“How about we watch a movie while we wait for Husk to come back?” Charlie suggested. “That'll help the time pass.”

Angel nods, arms holding his other arms. “Yeah, sounds good.”

Vaggie let's Charlie take care of Angel, taking him to another room so he can calm down some more.

Caregiver burnout is pretty normal, Vaggie deals with it all the time, and so does Charlie.

But Vaggie wasn't convinced that was all this was... No, something was going on with Husk.

And she was going to find out what it was.

~~~Husk and Vaggie: hours later~~~

Husk walks back into the hotel when he thinks Angel would give up and be fast asleep.

He knew Angel would try to stay up for him…but Angel also has work tomorrow so he can't stay up too long.

He regretted the way he talked to him, he wanted to apologize, but he couldn't face the spider yet.

He can apologize in the morning before Amgel leaves.

Angel was only trying to help, this wasn't his fault.

If Husk could just learn to manage stuff better, everything would be fine.

He needs to take care of Angel, who knows what could happen if he doesn't!

His mind feels a sharp pain thinking about what could happen…

He hears glasses moving around near the bar…Niffty must be trying to hide again.

He sighs, Niffty could hurt herself doing that, he had to go over there and stop her, doesn't matter how much he just wants to pass out right now.

But once he makes it in front of the bar he doesn't see Niffty…but Vaggie.

“Hey.” Vaggie pours him a drink and hands it to him. “Rough night?”

Husk looks up at her confused. “What are you doing?”

"When people need to talk, you're there for them. You're always the listening ear, supporting everyone who needs to vent. But, you don't have that. So, I'll be your bartender tonight." Vaggie says. "What's going on?"

Husk sighs. “Is Angel okay?” He asks, figuring that she must have talked to him already.

“Angel's fine.” Vaggie says. “What's going on with you?”

Husk sighs. “I'm fine.”

Vaggie crosses her arms and gives him a look that makes him realize she's not going anywhere. “You're not.” She says. “Charlie thinks you're dealing with burnout, Angel said you refused to take a break. What's going on?”

Husk picks up the drink and closes his eyes. “I need to take care of Angel. He just doesn't understand that, I can't just take a break.”

“Why not?” Vaggie asks.

Husk takes a drink. “Because.”

“Because why?” Vaggie persists.

“Because!” Husk shouts.

“Because why!?” Vaggie asks, matching his tone.

He notices Vaggie’s face deflates.

Going from stern to worried.

The same face Angel had…

They just don't get it!

“...because I've done this before.” Husk admits. “I took care of someone…and the one time I didn't, the one time I said no is when they didn't make it.”

Vaggie's eyes widened. “Husk…what are you talking about?”

Husk has never talked about this before…not to anyone…is he really sure he should let himself be this vulnerable?

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Possum: Fun, right? :D

Just a cheerful lil fic over here.

@todayimfour @trophyxtissues2 @abby5577 @ask-dusty-boy @im-not-paying-my-taxes @stormy-is-hyperfixated @babiegurlmuffin @attagirljessy @legeufygeuber100 @thatswhat24 @hinata-chan-utaitelover

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this so cute!!! Wish I had a cg!!! 😭

luci would be great!!!!

Caregiver Lucifer with baby regressor. Regressor is feeling bad about being small but Lucifer assures them that it's okay and he doesn't mind caring for them.

𝑪𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝑳𝒖𝒄𝒊𝒇𝒆𝒓

There was no doubt about it. Lucifer was a busy man being the king of hell and of course being a daddy to a little baby that filled up his life more than the thousand of rubber duckies he made over the years. But recently you haven't been his baby you've been holding back your regression not wanting to "burden" him with taking care of you.

"I need to be more independent or he's gonna get annoyed and leave me"

After two weeks of regressing Lucifer had enough. He missed feeding you your bottle while you looked up at him like he was the most important thing in all of creation. Lucifer walked into your room full of posters of your special interests and your king sized bed which you layed in scrolling on your phone in a trance but all you were doing is checking your messages.

'Something else is definitely on her mind'

Lucifer sat on the edge of your bed and looked at you with so much love. Whatever was keeping your from regressing you two would figure it out together.

"Ducky why have you not been regressing lately?"

You turned off your phone and looked at him in shock becasue of the nickname. You knew what he was trying to do. Make you regress. You wanted to regress and be taken care of you really did but the thoughts of him getting annoyed and leaving you. Y/n broke down while Lucifer hugged her rubbing her back gently and shushing you quietly.

"Baby can you tell me what's wrong?"

"I don't wanna annoy you being a stupid baby I sowwy"

Lucifer knew you were starting to finally slip.

"Annoy me? Ducky you could never annoy me! You're always gonna be my baby okay?" Lucifer said softly and kissed your forhead.

Lucifer cradled you in his arms while he took you to your rocking chair and rocked you until he saw your eyes getting droopy.

"Im always gonna be here baby I'm not going anywhere"

Thats the last thing you heard before you drifted off to sleep

Hope you like this much love <3

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didn't see this till now!!!!! But ahhh!! Angie is gettin better and openin up!! Also pen makin a toy for Charlie is so cute!!!! 🩷🩷🩷

[also slightly little while readin this! ☺️]

1.9 Constant as the Stars above 🌟 ❤️💜

Summery: Angel talks to everyone except Pentious, Charlie, and Niffty.

⚠️TW: Lying, crying, feeling like a failure, making deals, Abusive relationships, possible manipulative behavior, hiding emotions, hiding one's true self. Lmk if I should add.

'You're not alone, together we stand

I'll be by your side, you know, I'll take your hand

When it gets cold and it feels like the end

There's no place to go, you know, I won't give in.' ~Keep Holding On, Avril Lavigne

~~~Charlie and Vaggie:~~~~

Vaggie leads Charlie to her office, where she can have a quiet place and some space to calm down. 

“Charlie? Sweetie, are you okay?” Vaggie asks as soon as she closes the door.

Charlie shakes her head and sobs. “Everything is falling apart! We're going to lose Angel!” She cries. “We can't do this without him! We can't! I won't-"

“Honey…we'll be fine. We still have Pentious, right?” Vaggie asks her. 

“I promised Angel I was going to help him!” Charlie explains, moving away from Vaggie. “But, I failed him, I fucked everything up!”

Vaggie felt a sharp pain in her chest… this wasn't on Charlie. “Babe, breathe, okay? I was the one who yelled at him, not you. If anyone failed Angel, it was me.”

Charlie shakes her head. “But-”

Vaggie holds her girlfriend’s shoulders. “No, this is on me, not you. I'll talk to him, make it right with him, and he'll want to come back.” Vaggie promises, moving some of Charlie's hair behind her ear in attempt to comfort.

“But, then what? We only have a few months left.” She says. 

“We'll figure it out.” Vaggie says. “You've come too far to quit now it'll be alright. We will be okay.”

“He's right…I'm a failure.” Charlie says.

“He?” Vaggie asks. “Who's he?”

Who said that to Charlie, she'll fucking kill them!

“Remember when my dad called earlier this week?” Charlie asks.

“Uh- yeah. What- what did he say?” Vaggie asks her.

She did think that call was…suspicious. Was Lucifer trying to get her to give up?

“I lied to you.” Charlie admits sorrowfully. “It wasn't him.” She sighs angrily, there were too many different emotions pumping through her. “it was Seviathan.”

 Your ex boyfriend? What did he want?” Vaggie asks her.

Charlie had told Vaggie about her ex, mostly mentioning small stories about what an asshole he was, but then would quickly change the subject because it always seemed to upset her to think about him. 

Vaggie never really asked questions about him… because she knew how upsetting it was for Charlie to talk about. 

“He told me he saw our ad and felt sorry for me.” Charlie says. “Because it was clearly a huge train wreck and wasn't going anywhere.” Charlie sighs, 

“He's wrong.” Vaggie says seriously. 

“I don't know why I care…I shouldn't.” Charlie says, wiping away some tears. “I'm sorry I lied to you. I just didn't want to talk about it, and I panicked. I just wanted to ignore it.” her breathing comes out in gasps and hiccups. ”But his words play in my head over and over again! Just like before, I can't get my brain to stop-!”

Vaggie takes her hand. “Hey, it's okay. I'm not upset. Some things are hard to face, I know.”

“I'm so sorry, Vaggie! I should have just told you the truth. You're not like him, you would never hurt me.” She says. “Or anyone for that matter.”

Vaggie cringes internally- this felt worse than losing her eye... “I… I forgive you, Charlie.” Vaggie says to her. “I don't want you to worry about that right now. I'm just sorry it happened.” She says. 

“But, what if he's right? What if it doesn't work?” She asks. “What if we fail?”

Vaggie takes her chin and looks Charlie in the eye. “But, what if it does work? What if you succeed?” Vaggie asks her.

Charlie hugs Vaggie tightly. ”Thanks, Vaggie.”

“I'm sorry I yelled at Angel.” Vaggie says. “I was being an insecure idiot, I shouldn't have lashed out at him like that. You've worked so hard and I may have blown it all for you.”

“You didn't.” Charlie says. 

“I'll make this right, I promise. I'll talk to Angel and convince him to give this another chance.” Vaggie promised her.

Charlie nods, wiping away a few tears. “Yeah, that would be good.” 

“Are you okay?” Vaggie asks.

Charlie nods, her horns suddenly becoming visible…

Which would mean one or two things. 

Either Charlie was mad at someone, or-

Vaggie smiles. “Is someone little?” she asks her.

Charlie's eyes widen and touches her horns, realizing she had slipped. “...mmm maybe a lil bit?” Charlie says, holding her arms. ”I'm sorry.”

Vaggie shakes her head. “No, it's okay. It's a good thing. You need a break, especially after a day like today. Maybe we should cuddle for a bit so you can relax, okay?” 

“No! We gotta talk to Angel!” Charlie argues.

“I will talk to Angel later, right now I have to make sure you're okay.” Vaggie says.

“Noo!” Charlie wines again.

“Charlie.” Vaggie says sternly. “Listen to me, sweetie, I promise I will find Angel and talk to him, but you need to take some time to calm down and let yourself be little. Repressing won't help Angel, will it?”

Charlie crosses her arms. “No..”

“I promise I'm going to take care of it.” vaggie says, “Just trust me, okay?”

Charlie nods, her thumb slowly making its way to her mouth. “Kay.” 

Vaggie gently takes Charlie's Thumb out of her mouth and takes her hand. “Alright, babygirl. Come on.” Vaggie leads her little one to the couch.

“M’ tired, Vaggie.” Charlie whines as Vaggie sits down and pulls her on her lap. “It was too much for today.” 

“I know.” Vaggie ran her fingers through Charlie’s hair. “Just relax. We'll take some time to breathe, and then we'll figure this all out.” She reassured. 

Charlie nods. “Okay.” Charlie was crying again softly, even though she was trying her best not to.

She knows it's okay now- 

She was safe…

Safe with Vaggie. 

And Vaggie is gonna make everything okay again, she always does.

Vaggie continued to pet her head gently to try and soothe her, but it didn't seem like enough to calm her little one down…

So, Vaggie did what Charlie always did for little ones, she sang: “Constant as the stars above, always know that you are loved; And my love shining in you, will help you make your dreams come true, will help your dreams come true.”~

Charlie snuggles closer to Vaggie and rests her head on her shoulder.

Vaggie smiles and continues: “The lamb lies down and rests its head, on its mother's downy bed. Dolphin plays in the moonlight's glow. And butterfly dreams of a violet rose.”~

Vaggie brushes hair away from Charlie's face and kisses her little forehead. “Dreams of a violet rose”~

Charlie’s breathing becomes slower and her eyes start drooping. “I'll cradle you in my arms tonight, As sun embraces the moonlight. The clouds will carry our songs tonight, Our dreams will run deep like the sea.”~

“Our dreams will run deep like the sea.” ~ Vaggie covers Charlie with the blanket that rested on top of the chair next to them.

Charlie makes grabby hands at the coffee table, wanting something inside. 

Vaggie knew exactly what she was after, so she grabs Charlie's spare pacifier from the drawer and hands it to her.

Charlie hums at Vaggie with gratitude once she puts her paci in her mouth.

Vaggie rocks her softly back and forth. “Constant as the stars above. Always know that you are loved. And my love shining in you, will help you make your dreams come true.” ~

Charlie's eyes fall and she starts to drift to sleep.

“Will help your dreams come true.”~  Vaggie sang the rest of the song.

Charlie was finally calm, snuggled up close to Vaggie.

Everything was going to be okay.

~~~Husk and Angel:~~~

Angel grabbed a bag and started shoving his clothes into it. 

His piggy, fat nuggets oinks at his spider with confusion. 

“We're going back to Val's, Nuggs. They don't need us here anymore." He explains to the small piglet. 

The pig suddenly gets really scared upon hearing Val's name, he squeals in fear and hides under the bed. 

Angel exhales. “That's fine, you can stay, they'd rather have you anyway…” he wipes away a tear.

Why the fuck was he crying? 

This was his fault! 

He did this to himself!

He fucked everything up- 

…like he always does.

But, he knew this wouldn't last- that they'd kick him out eventually! 

Give up on him.

'You are an important part of our family, Angel. But, you uh-'

'Constantly make us look bad, sexually harass the staff, and literally never once tried to improve.'

'That was so good, Sir Pentious. You'll get redeemed in no time!' 

Not that he can blame them...

It's not like he's never heard it before…

'You can be replaced easily, Angel Dust. Do you have any idea how many wh*res would love to be in your place?'

'You looked absolutely dreadful in these shots, baby. You need to do them over.'

'I've killed bitches for less than this attitude you're giving me! You're lucky you make me money!'

'Angel cakes, you're part of the family. You know I love you.~'

He's never been good enough...

For anyone.

Not his parents...

'Damn it, Tony. Why can't you be more like your brother?' 

'One day you'll meet a nice girl and settle down, and everything will suddenly make sense.'

His friends...

'Of course I like you, Tony. I just like other people more. It's not personal.'

Not even his siblings...

'Sei un deficiente!'

'It's just a sickness, Tony. There are people who can help you, they can fix you.'

No...

He couldn't be fixed...

He's always been fucked.

Just not the way she thought.

He died because the world couldn't accept him, and he couldn't take that…

because he wasn't good enough for it...

And one day, he'll die for real and no one will even care...

...

How did his life get so bad? 

It was never really perfect but-

Surely there was a time someone…liked him.

At least a little...

 Right? 

He hears a knock at the door.

"Go away." Angel says.

"It's Husk."

"Couldn't give a shit if I tried." Angel says in a mockery tone.

"I'm not here to criticize...I just want to make sure you're okay."

Angel scoffs. "Right."

"I mean it!” Husk sighs. “Just please open the door so we can talk this out?” He asks.

Angel takes a second to consider it...

He does want to talk to Husk...

Out of anyone else in the hotel, Husk was absolutely the most...

Well, he was the most nosey and judgemental. 

He shouldn't want to talk to Husk at all!

But he does…

And he hates himself for it. 

He walks over to open the door. "What?" Angel asks him.

"Can I come in?" Husk asks, sounding a little annoyed with Angel, but to be fair Angel was annoyed too.

The spider gestures for him to walk inside, and the cat does.

“I thought you were leaving.” Husk says. 

“I'm working on it.” Angel mumbles.

"Sure. Look, I don't know what just happened down there, but do you really think running away is the solution?" Hust asks.

“Here we go.” Angel sighs.

“I'm serious, what do you benefit from running away from your problems?” Husk asks.

"I'm not running away, I got kicked out! You were there." Angel says.

"That's bullshit. Sure, Vaggie was pretty clear about not wanting you here. But, the princess was just as adamant about you staying." 

"It doesn't matter!" Angel says, slamming his bag against the bed.

Husk sighs heavily and rests a hand on Angel's shoulder. “Look, why don't we just take a step back so we can figure this out, alright? Why did you need blackmail, what happened? What did Alastor do? I know you wouldn't have taken those tests without reason. Just tell me what's really going on.”

"He-  he just-”

Angel holds his arms...

He can't bring himself to say it…

Not after everything…

All the years of him making sure Valentino didn't know about him...

Making sure Vox and Velvette didn't suspect anything...

Just for Alastor to broadcast his secret to the world? He couldn't risk it!

If people know the Angel Dust was a little?...

It wouldn't be embarrassing- it would be dangerous.

And for Husk to know? The person he cared about the-

…

A person he cared about? 

No.

He couldn't let Husk know…

“They would have given up on me eventually, everyone does.” Angel says, turning away from Husk. “It's only a matter of time before Charlie realizes that she made a mistake by asking me to come here."

“I don't think she will.” Husk says. “And I think you know that too. You are just too scared to accept help because you're too afraid of rejection! You're rejecting them before they can you.”

Angel doesn't respond to that.

"Look, I understand. It's hard to trust people. That test exposes a lot about a person, and it's not always easy to accept." Husk sighs. “Believe me, I didn't exactly appreciate what the test said about me.” 

Angel looks at him with confusion. "What do you mean?”

"As you probably know, I'm what they considered a guardian." Husk says.

Angel looks over to him and nods hesitantly. 

He didn't mean to look at Pentious's test results, he only meant to find Alastor's. He didn't really see Vaggie's or Niffty’s...

But he actually looked for Husks...he wanted to know-

And he knew it was wrong to look, the least he could have done was ignore everyone else's results.

"Basically, I have this instinct inside to...protect certain people." Husk explains. "...and right now the only person I've felt protective of is...well, you."

Angel blushes slightly as he looks at Husk, but he doesn't know how to respond. 

What did that even mean?

Husk looked away from Angel, he hated this!

He hated to admit that he did feel for the spider!

That he did care…

Caring has never benefited him before. 

It has only hurt him…

But for Angel? It might be worth the pain. 

“I worry about you.” Husk admits. “Not only that but…I enjoy our stupid conversations, our late night drinking, I'd miss you if you disappeared.”

"Almost sounds like you care." Angel says.

"Of course, I care, you idiot! I'm your-” He sighs. “I'm your friend." Husk says. 

“I didn't think you had friends.” Angel says.

“Me neither.” Husk says. “But, I do. And as your friend, I want to see you succeed, and I want to see you heal. If you can't stay for yourself, can you at least stay for me?" Husk asks him.

~~~

'Did you really think I was going to spend eternity with you?' A voice echoes in Angel’s mind…

Every time he got too close to someone, his mind reminded him…

Reminded him where love got him. 

‘I- well…’ Tony hesitates. ‘I thought-’

‘Oh my God, you actually thought we were going to spend eternity together? Do you have any idea how long that is? We'd get sick of each other so fast!’ His lover said. 

‘I could never get sick of you.’ Tony said to him.

Tisk. ‘Well…’

Tony deflated. ‘Oh…’ 

'Of course I like you, Tony. I just like other people more. It's not personal.'

~~~

Angel looks down, still holding himself, that memory plagued him, it always had. "I don't know.”

Husk frowns and nods. “Okay, I just want you to know…no matter what you do, you can always call me, it doesn't matter if you're here, or what time it is…I'll be there.” He says. 

Angel nods. "Thanks, Husk."

Husk rests a hand on his shoulder before walking out of the room. 

Angel sighs...

Husk will want nothing to do with him once he learns the truth. 

The closer he gets to Husk...

The harder the rejection will be.

At the very least... he should apologize to Charlie...

For failing her...

And the others for taking the tests in the first place. 

Who cares who Alastor tells at this point? 

He was never going to make it to heaven anyway…

He doesn't deserve it.

~~~Alastor and Niffty:~~~

Alastor laughed as he walked back into his room.

‘Oh, what fun that was.’ He thought to himself. ‘I do adore the chaos.’

He hears a small knock on his door which causes his ears to perk up. Who could that be? 

He walks over and opens the door to find his small mouseling crying.

“Niffty? What's wrong, my dear?” Alastor asks.

To his dismay, Niffty runs over to him and climbs up his coat to wrap her tiny arms around his neck. “I didn't mean to ruin it, Alastor!” She cries. “I don't want to leave! They're nice here!” She says.

“We're not leaving.” Alastor says, not understanding her at all. “Why would you think that?”

“Because Charlie is mad at me! I didn't mean to make a mess.” Niffty cries against her Handler's shoulder.

Alastor resists the urge to roll his eyes, he knows his tiny mouse was genuinely upset, and therefore he needed to fix that. “Niffty, it wasn't your fault, Charlie isn't upset with you." He promises.

"Are you sure?" Niffty asks him.

Alastor nods. “I am. So, dry your tears, love. Everything is going to be alright.”

“But Angel- he's not really leaving, is he?" Niffty asks.

“Husk is talking to Angel right now, my dear.” Alastor says.

“He is? Is he going to make Angel stay?” Niffty asks him, wiping away some tears.

“Perhaps? I think if anyone can convince Angel to stay, Husker can.” Alastor says.

So long as he's not a complete idiot, it was clear Angel worshiped the winged cat.

Niffty nods. “Okay. But, if he fucks it up, will you make Angel stay please?” 

Alastor pets Niffty gently. “I can't make him stay, dear. He has to choose to stay here.”

“But you make me and Husk stay.” She says.

“Yes, but Angel isn't one of my souls." Alastor says. 

“Could you get his soul?”  Niffty asks him. 

“No, he's already taken.” Alastor says, setting Niffty down on the bed. “But, I'll tell you what. If Husk can't convince Angel to stay, I will talk to him myself. I've been told I can be quite the negotiator. Deal?” Alastor asks, holding out a hand to her.

Niffty grips only his pinkie with hers. “Deal!” 

“Alright. Now I have a question for you.” He says. “Are you regressed right now?” 

Niffty yawns loudly. “Kinda…m’ fuzzy.” Niffty explains. “Only half mouse.” 

Alastor nods understandingly. “How about you take a nap, it may help.” He suggests, petting her tiny head.

“Can I nap here?” Niffty asks. “I don't wanna be all alone.” 

Alastor taps his chin as he thinks it over. “I suppose that would be alright. But you actually have to get some rest, alright?” Alastor asks her. 

Niffty nods. “Okay.” 

~~~Husk:~~~~

Pentious walked out of his room with a small yellow box with a red ribbon around it.

"Hey." Husk says to him, he had just left Angel's room and saw the snake headed downstairs.

"Oh, hello. Husk." Pentious says, hiding his box behind him. “I was just about to…uhm. Check on Vaggie and Charlie. They seemed awfully upset. I'm not doing anything suspicious!” He says defensively.

Husk tilted his head, but chose not to question the snake. "Uh alright, I just wanted to ask how you are holding up? You know, after what just happened.” Husk asks him.

"I'm fine.” Pentious says. “I think... I mean, I wasn't exactly ready for all of you to know yet...but I suppose it isn't a bad thing…I do think I trust you.” The snake says.  “…most of you.”

Husk nods. “Well, I don't care what the test says, you're alright in my book. And you don't have to live your life based on some random test just because of what Charlie says.

Pentious looks away from Husk for a moment before turning back to him. “I appreciate that. But, I am not ashamed to be a regressor, I'm glad I do it. When I did, for the first time since actually being a child..I felt safe.” He admits.

Husk hums.

“Speaking of...How's Angel?” Pentious asks him.

“I'm not sure…I tried talking to him but I don't know if it did any good.” Husk explains. "If he does talk to you, will you try and go easy on him? I have a feeling there's a lot more to this he's not telling us."

“I am not mad at Angel. Well, not after thinking it over.” Pentious admits. “Whatever the reason...I'm sure he had one." He sighs. "Sure, Angel can be a little…much sometimes, but he's no monster. In fact, if I had to choose one soul to put my life in their hands…it would probably be Angel…I trust he had his reasons, and I trust him when he said that he didn't mean for all of this to happen.”

Husk nods. "Not sure of his reasons, but I do trust he has them...even if they're stupid."

Pentious nods. "Yes...well, I really need to talk to Charlie now." Pentious says. "Make sure she's alright."

Husk nods and watches as Pentious makes his way downstairs.

Husk decides to head to his own room.

~~~Alastor and Angel:~~~~

Alastor overheard Husker and Pentious's conversation…

That stupid bird-fucking-cat! He had one job! 

Well, it seems as though Alastor had to fix this himself…

Niffty was fast asleep, so he wasn't too concerned about her, he'd just have to be back before she woke up. 

No little one should have to wake up from a nap all alone after all.

He uses his shadow magic to appear in Angel's room. "Oh, Angel, dear?" ~ He greets in a sing-song voice.

The spider did annoy him to no end, but he needed Angel to stay here.

Because of his deal!

He has to keep Charlie happy...

Has nothing to do with him not wanting to disappoint Niffty.

Not at all.

“I don't want to talk to you." Angel says, arms crossed as he turns away from Alastor.

“You're in a fine mood.” Alastor rolled his eyes while his smile stayed the same.

Angel looks at him, glares at him, then turns away again.

"Come now, Angel. What's really troubling you?" Alastor asks him.

“You know exactly what, asshole! You couldn't just let it go, could you?” Angel asks. “What is with you, Husk, and Charlie not minding your own business anyway?”

“If it's easier for you to blame me, then go ahead. But, I wasn't going to tell anyone about you, you palooka. I couldn't possibly care less if you're a little."

"What?" Angel asks.

"I have more important things on my mind. I only wanted you to think I was going to.”

“What!? You're such an asshole.” Angel mumbles. “How could you-?”

“Oh please, you pester me all the time with your advances, it was about time I got you back.” Alastor says, rolling his eyes.

Angel drops the anger immediately. “I guess I did deserve it...” Angel admits sorrowfully. "I'm sorry."

“Think nothing of it, just stop this senseless self pitying and apologize to Charlie and then tell her you'll stay at the hotel.” 

“Why do you care if I stay?” Angel asks. “You've never cared what happens to me.”

“I don't care, but everyone else seems to. Charlie seems to believe your presence in the hotel is crucial to its success.” Alastor explains. “The princess of hell thinks you are worth her time. Clearly that says something.” Alastor says.

Angel doesn’t respond to that, he frowns and holds himself. She'd belive in anyone…

Alastor sighs internally, why can't people just hide their emotions properly? It's so easy! And Angel used to be so good at it too till Husker corrupted him with his sorcery he called 'friendship.'

Tisk.

"Unless there's more to this than you're letting on?" Alastor asks, raising an eyebrow.

"Are you really a little too?" Angel asks him, as if that was important for him to know.

Alastor ponders that for a moment. Could he trust the spider with that kind of information?

He supposed enough people know about him now that one more really wouldn't matter. Angel wouldn't be the worst one to know about him. He's not afraid of anyone Angel could accidentally tell.

But, just to be sure…

"You keep my secret, I'll keep yours. We got a deal?" Alastor asks, holding out his hand.

Angel agrees and shakes his hand...

The deal was binding.

"Alright, I do regress on occasion." Alastor admits. "But I may have exaggerated a bit on the test to mess with Charlie and Vaggy."

“Huh. Suppose you and I got more in common than I thought.” Angel says.

Alastor rolls his eyes. “You have no idea." He mumbles. 

There was a pause. 

“I can't tell anyone anything you say, and vise versa. So, you don't have to be afraid of me. Just say whatever you need to.” Alastor tells him.

The tension leaves Angel’s face… he’s right. He could say anything, Alastor has no choice but to keep it a secret.

"If you really do regress, you should understand why I wouldn't want everyone knowing about it." Angel says.

"Well, I understand why you wouldn't want me knowing about it, or anyone else. But the rest of the hotel?" He asks. "They care too much to use that information against you."

"I know...it's just- I don't tell anyone about me being a little...the only person who knows is someone who...can't be around very often."

"It may surprise you to know that I understand your situation. I once had a 'caregiver' who couldn't stick around for five minutes." Alastor explains. "But, once I met a better caregiver, regression became less...much."

"Do you ever feel lonely?" Angel asks him.

Alastor raises an eyebrow. "Do YOU?" Alastor asks him back.

"...sometimes." Angel answers reluctantly.

"Perhaps Charlie and Husker could help you with that?" Alastor suggests.

"But, what if I'm just too much for them to handle?" Angel asks.

Alastor chuckles. "My good man, as a difficult little myself, I guarantee you that if they really care about you, they'll learn how to make it work."

Angel doesn't look reassured, but instead more nervous.

Alastor sighs. 

This stupid fucking spider. 

If he wasn't forced to be here-

Smile, Alastor....

“How about this…If they do reject you for being a little, I promise not to. In fact, I'll go as far as to swear that if they do, I'll even be your…caregiver.” He says, barely getting the word out.

“Seriously?” Angel scoffs. “You'd be willing to do that?” He asks, not convinced in the slightest.

Alastor rolls his eyes. “Hah. No. Of course not! But, that's how certain I am that Charlie will not give up on you.”

"You put a lot of faith in her." Angel says.

"Someone should." Alastor shrugs. "She's never done me wrong before."

And she won't so long as he keeps playing nice...

Angel looks away for a moment, considering. “No offense, I'd rather find a turtle for a caregiver than to ask you." Angel chuckles.

"Fair enough." Alastor shrugs.

Angel sighs. "Husk is right...I do want to trust them, but- I've trusted the wrong people before, I don't want to go through that again- I- I...  can't go through that again." Angel says.

"Everyone has trusted the wrong person before, Angel." Alastor explains, holding Angel's shoulders, forcing the spider look him in the eye. "The gamble is part of the fun. If you never trust anyone, you're robbing them the opportunity to prove to you that they're trustworthy."

Angel raises an eyebrow at Alastor, confused as to why the radio demon cared at all.

"You can always go back to your master, but you won't always have the opportunity to redeem yourself." Alastor says.

"You don't even believe in the hotel." Angel says.

"Then pray tell, why am I here talking to you?" Alastor asks him.

Angel looks up at Alastor, so he offers his hand. 

And once Angel takes it, Alastor leads him out of his room.

“Wait a minute, where are we going?” Angel asks, but still follows Alastor through the hallway. 

They stop at the door and Alastor knocks. 

As soon as he hears the paws walk up to the door, Alastor disappears to leave Angel and him alone.

~~~Angel and Husk:~~~

The door opens, and a winged cat answers.

“…Hi.” Angel says, looking at Husk with those huge, complicated eyes that made Husk melt internally.

Husk raises his eyebrows. “You're still here.” He says. 

“Yeah…Can we talk?” Angel asks.

Husk smiles and opens his bedroom door wider. “Always.”

~~~Pentious, Charlie, and Vaggie:~~~~

Vaggie was still cradling Charlie in her arms when they heard the knocking.

“Charlie, Vaggie? May I please enter the room? It's Pentious.” The snake asks on the other side of the door.

“Is it okay if Pentious comes in?” Vaggie asks Charlie.

Charlie nods, taking her paci out of her mouth so she can talk. “Is otay.”

“You can come in, Pen.” Vaggie tells him.

Pentious opens up the door and slivers inside. “Hello, my dears. Are you both alright?” He asks.

“Yeah, we're okay.” Vaggie says. “Are you?”

“Yes, I'm quite alright as well. I just wanted you to know, Charlie, that…well, I'm sorry the test didn't work out or help Angel in any way…but, it did help me-” 

“Before you continue, I should probably let you know that Charlie is currently little right now.” Vaggie explains. “Any big talk may have to wait til later.” 

“Oh really? How- how young is she?” Pentious asks, tilting his head.

Charlie looks at Pentious, confused by the question.

“How old are you, Charlie?” Vaggie asks her.

Charlie slowly raises three fingers happily, so proud of herself to know how big she is!

"Good job, little one." Vaggie praised, causing her little one to giggle happily.

Pentious thinks it over and decided that she’s probably old enough for this. “I made this for you to show my gratitude.” Pentious hands her his box.

Charlie takes it and looks at Vaggie for guidance.

"It's okay, go ahead." Vaggie says to her. 

So Charlie opens it and sees a small wooden snake toy painted in reds and yellows.

“I am eternally grateful for you, Charlie. You helped me become a better person, took me in. And you truly inspire me every day.” Pentious says. “I would be lost without you.” 

Vaggie smiles at Pentious…

The snake started off trying to kill them, and now he's so kind and-

…

Angel wasn't a bad person either, she knows that. 

He's just scared…

He's been through hell and made one mistake-

Sure, what he did was still wrong…but-

She lied to Charlie about being an Angel, she tried to kill Pentious…what made her any better? 

“Snek!” Charlie says, showing the snake to Vaggie by shoving it in her face.

Vaggie closes her eyes tight and flinches at the sudden contact,  then pushes the snake toy away gently. “Yes, I see it.” Vaggie chuckles. “What do you say to Pentious?” 

“Tank oo’ Pen.” Charlie says, reaching out to hug the snake tightly.

Pentious is not exactly sure what to do with the hug...but, he smiles at her and softly returns it as best as he can.“You are very welcome, my dear.”  

Pentious let go of her, and Charlie sits back down. "Snek snek snek. Daddy wa' a snek, gonna get all da apples!" ~ Charlie sings, playing with the snake, it was very well made, it actually moved like a snake when you played with it correctly. 

"Has Angel left yet?" Vaggie asks Pentious.

Pentious shrugs. "I don't think so, but Husk mentioned that he tried talking to him, it doesn't sound like it went well.” 

"Angel gon' stay, Vaggie?" Charlie asks her. 

Vaggie nods and pets Charlie's head. "Yeah, everything will be okay. Don't worry about it. Pentious, do you think you can watch Charlie for a bit while I talk to our strange spider friend?” Vaggie asks.

“Can do.” Pentious says, saluting. “The little princess is in safe and capable hands.” He promised. 

Vaggie nods. She kneels down beside the couch and kisses Charlie's forehead. “Be good, I'll be right back.”

Charlie is a little confused, but she doesn't argue. “Mtay mommy.” She says. 

“That's my good girl.” Vaggie says, kissing her forehead again for good measure. 

She loved Charlie so much!

She can't let her down!

She won't!

~~~Husk and Angel:~~~

“So…you're a little?” Husk asks him.

Angel and Husk are sitting on the bed, the room was pretty quiet, but not in an awkward way…in almost a comfortable way? 

He's not sure why, he usually hates the quiet.  

Angel hugs his legs tight to his chest as he nods. “I started regressing sometime in my twenties but didn't really know what it was…then many years later, ‘few decades in hell, I found a post on Velblr about it…explaining what it was.” Angel explains.

“It was something so pure, so non-sexual, something…safe.” Angel moved to hold his arms, he couldn't stop fidgeting. “It was so innocent and it made me feel…comforted. I hadn't felt that way since…well…before hell, and then some.” Angel says. 

Husk nods, humming quietly, he's not sure what he's supposed to say…he doesn't fully understand regression, he doesn't know what would be appropriate.

“I understand if you think I'm weird, if you feel differently about me…I know it's weird- it is weird, it's very very weird.” Angel says.

“It is weird.” Husk agrees. “But if it helps you…I think it's pretty cool.”

“R-really?” Angel asks. 

“Yeah.” Husk confirms. “This doesn't change anything either, I don't feel any different. I still care for you the same way.” 

Angel smiles. “Thanks, Husk.” 

“And if you ever want to talk more about it, I'd love to hear anything you want to share.” Husk says. “Learn more about your regression.” 

“Why?” Angel asks. 

“It's a part of you.” Husk says. “The real you. I would even like to meet your regressed self, if that's okay.”

“Husk, you would hate my regressed self.” Angel says. “He's loud, and whiney, and needy-”

“And how is that any different than regular you?” Husk asks. 

Angel rolls his eyes. “Funny.” 

“I honestly don't care what you're like when you're small, or how needy you get. Whatever it is you need, I'm here for you." Husk says.

Angel turns away from Husk, hoping the cat can't see his expression.

What was he feeling? 

Flustered? 

Giddy? 

“Nervous?”

He's not sure.

But it was a lot!

But it was..kinda good?

He felt safe with Husk.

It felt like…

He was home. 

But, he's not really sure if that's a good thing.

He's not sure if that was…okay.

But, he did like it.

~~~Vaggie and Angel:~~~

Vaggie walked upstairs and knocked on Angel's door. “Angel?” Vaggie calls out. “I'm not gonna yell again- I just want to talk…if you can hear me, I just wanted to apologize.” 

“Okay, if you don't say something, I'm going to open the door…” Vaggie says. She waited a few seconds before opening the door. 

“Angel?” Vaggie asks, but doesn't see him. 

She walked over to Husk's room, maybe he can have an idea. She knocks on the door and the cat answers. “Can I help you?” He asks her.

“Angel isn't in his room, do you have any idea where he might be?” Vaggie asks him. 

Husk looks behind him at Angel who stands up to look at Vaggie.

“Oh thank fuck, I thought you left.” Vaggie says with relief.

Angel crosses his arms awkwardly. “I thought that's what you wanted.” He says, a bit confused.

“Can we talk in the hall please?” Vaggie asks.

Angel shrugs. “Yeah…I guess.”

Angel walks towards the door, and Husk smiles at him, an attempt to comfort him maybe? Angel wasn't sure. 

Vaggie walked through the hall and sat down on the top of the staircase. 

Angel sits next to her, rather reluctantly, scooting as far away from her as possible. “So…uh-” Angel isn't sure where to start- explanation? Apology? Should he ask where Charlie is? Was she okay?

“I'm sorry I yelled at you, Angel.” Vaggie says. 

“What?” Angel asks. “You're sorry? But I'm the one who-” 

Vaggie doesn't let him finish. “I get so insecure about being a little sometimes.” She admits. “My old friends, they weren't exactly the kind of people I could open up to…Charlie was the first one I knew I could trust since ditching those old friends. I got defensive and lashed out at you instead of talking to you, and I'm really sorry.” 

“I get that…” Angel says; He's known to lash out at people when he's upset. “You have nothin to apologize for…I should have just talked to Alastor, it wasn't right to get everyone else involved…I'm the one who's sorry, your reaction was justified.” Angel says. 

Vaggie disagrees, but she doesnt want to sit and argue with Angel all day. “Well, everyone makes mistakes, Angel. But, we can get through this. Let's just take today as a lesson, to be more understanding and respectful of others in the future. Second chances is what this place is all about after all.” She says, rubbing her arm awkwardly. 

Angel nods. “Sounds good…” he awkwardly rubbing his arm while Vaggie fiddles with her hair, none of them are fans of these awkward emotional conversations. And they've hardly spoken to each other at all- this was whole new territory.

“Angel, I don't know what you go through every day, I don't know what's going on… but, we can handle it. It's okay to talk if you want to. Even if we can't really fix it, we can at least be there for you. Especially Charlie, she's an amazing listener if you give her the chance, I guarantee you, she can make this a safeplace for you.”

Angel sighs, deciding maybe he should talk now? “It's not easy to talk about,” Angel admits. “I was scared, because I know if I took that test, Charlie and you would know that I'm a little too…I'm not sure if I'm ready to face whatever that says about me.”

Vaggie grabs his shoulder. “It doesn't say anything bad about you. Trust me, I know what you're going through. It's not easy to trust people, especially when you have had a bad experience trusting before. But, we're willing to listen, we'd never force you to do anything you're uncomfortable with, and-” Vaggie pauses until Angel looks at her, “we will be there for you, whatever you need. We want you here…I want you here.” 

Angel blinks a little faster, not really expecting this from Vaggie…

“I promise you, Angel. We won't let you fall.” Vaggie swears.

'Keep holding on'

Cause you know we'll make it through, we'll make it through

Just stay strong'

Cause you know I'm here for you, I'm here for you

There's nothing you could say (nothing you could say)

Nothing you could do (nothing you could do)

There's no other way when it comes to the truth

So keep holding on'

Cause you know we'll make it through, we'll make it through

Hear me when I say, when I say, "I believe"

Nothing's gonna change, nothing's gonna change destiny

Whatever is meant to be will work out perfectly.'

~Keep holing on, Avril Lavigne

Possum: The song Vaggie sings is from Barbie as rapunzel 💜

Sorry for the late update! I tried so hard (and got so far) to finish this chapter on time!

I tried updating earlier but so many new ideas for this chapter kept arising, and then I had no ideas because they were all overwhelming me and then I thought it was good enough to post- then decided it absolutely was NOT!

Hope this chapter was alright. I stayed up every night since the last update working on it lol

I'm not sure how I feel about it...I think I like it alright, but im too tired to tell

But I hope you all like it!

I am so tired. Lol 😆

I need to sleep but my body doesn't know how!

I'll sleep when I'm dead in hazbin he'll.

Actually...I'll probably write fanfics from there too lol

Oh! Also confirmed Niffty is a mouse pet regressor hahaha! Okay- bye!!!

Tag: @todayimfour @trophyxtissues2 @ask-dusty-boy @dex-dawn @abby5577 @babiegurlmuffin 💕

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little!angel fic!

hey y'all! i'm new to tumblr but i am the creator of "Drip, Drip, Drop" on ao3! i'm using tumblr to promote the fic to some who might like it! also because i've never really used tumblr and there is SO MUCH agere stuff on here that i am living for!

anyways! this is the fic! i just uploaded chapter 11 not too long ago! please look at the trigger warnings at the beginning of each chapter! they can be heavy!

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Would you be willing to do caregiver Angel Dust or Caregiver Fizz and Asmodeus(since their a couple) ?

CG angel dust 🕸️ ᝰ.ᐟ

hi anon :D ! yes ofc i'd be happy to do both ! cg fizz & ozzie will be posted separately :3

🕸️ ☆ angel is definitely a flip! he leans more towards being a cg :D

🕸️ ☆ he found out about your regression when he accidentally walked in on you taking a nap, curled up with a binkie and your favourite blankie.

🕸️ ☆ he absolutely melted over the sight and went down to the kitchen to make you some warm milk for incase you woke up.

🕸️ ☆ he did tease you for it for awhile but only playfully.

🕸️ ☆ he began to check up on you all the time whilst you were tiny, and eventually he just became your caregiver.

🕸️ ☆ loves to carry you everywhere with his second arms! usually feeding you with his first set of arms, one with the bottle in hand and the other pinching your cheeks.

🕸️ ☆ refers to you as 'toots' , 'shnookums' , 'darling' and 'sweetness'.

🕸️ ☆ brings the juiciest gossip for tea parties with your stuffies!

🕸️ ☆ "and THEN, can you believe she said _____? that absolute bi-" "ANGEL!" - charlie

🕸️ ☆ had to watch his language all the time around you, eventually he gave up though. however, he will give you a talking to if you start repeating him.

🕸️ ☆ loves when you refer to him as 'angie' , 'baba' , 'bubsie'.

🕸️ ☆ when you're an older kiddo, he is such a chaotic cg. he catches you scribbling on the walls? he joins in.

🕸️ ☆ but when you're just a tiny baby, he just loves to fuss over you all the time.

🕸️ ☆ "shnookums you're just the teeniest lil' thing, aww aren't you just a small little darling?"

🕸️ ☆ cherri is your babysitter! whenever angel leaves for work he drops you off with cherri for the day.

🕸️ ☆ angel gives her a very strict set of rules for you, but she'll forget after about two minutes and let's you blow things up.

🕸️ ☆ if you're a padded regressor, he's even more fussy over you and get's super protective.

🕸️ ☆ "awh shnookums, what's the matter? you've had an accident? you poor lil' thing, c'mere sweetness let's clean you up, yeah?"

🕸️ ☆ talks you through it whilst changing you, making 100% sure that you're okay with this.

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Angel Dust Agere Headcanons Part 2!

Since my last list of Angel Dust headcanons was well received, I’m making more! Enjoy all!

Angel Dust’s biggest struggle with Age Regression is with diapers- but not using them. Because of his work with Val he’s done plenty of things other people would find gross or nasty, so that part doesn’t really bother him. It’s being able to trust somebody enough to let them change him that’s the struggle. After a long period of doing it for himself, Alastor finally got him to let down his guard and let him change him. For a long time Alastor was the only one allowed to change him. Since then, Charlie and Husk have been added to the list.

Angel prefers to crawl in his headspace at any age because when he stands up and is taller than everyone else it doesn’t make him feel as little as he wants to feel.

When Angel is very little (5 months and below) and Alastor has to go to the radio station, he has a setup for Angel in the studio. This includes a cradle that uses magic to rock him to sleep, and a playpen that changes what is inside of it to fit Angel’s current needs. Both are soundproofed so that the broadcast isn’t interrupted, but the magic in both objects tells Alastor what his current needs are making it effortless for Alastor to put on some music and attend to him swiftly.

Since Angel can’t die of many of the same consequences human children face, Alastor has adapted a natural consequences philosophy when it comes to dealing with Angel giving trouble at any age in his headspace, and finds it works extremely well for him.

Angel Dust is the most bratty around Husk and Vaggie if he’s having a hard day, because they’ll usually shrug it off and bitch about things with him.

Alastor asks Rosie for a recommendation for a seamstress around the time of Angel’s birthday. She gives it to him, and he pays a pretty penny to give Angel a very special birthday present- a bunch of clothes that match or go with his outfits made for Fat Nuggets. Angel is delighted to dress up Fat Nuggets (who is not as enthused), but Fat Nuggets is delighted when Angel carries him everywhere declaring them twins.

When Angel’s separation anxiety from Alastor is extreme and he’s acutely distressed, Husk will sit beside him and purr, letting Angel pet him to help him calm down.

Angel has regressed on the job exactly one time, and no one talks about it. After filming a scene that triggered him to the point of tears due to it resembling a real experience he’d had in his life of assault, he locked himself in his dressing room with Val pounding on the door barking at him to get back on the set. Angel hurriedly gets his phone and calls Alastor, before hiding in his closet and shutting the door to feel some semblance of safety. Within the next twenty minutes everything goes quiet, and when the closet door is opened, it’s by Alastor, who made sure every single camera in the place was distorted so his breakdown couldn’t be publicized. Alastor walks him out of the studio, before he carries him back to the hotel when he can’t walk anymore. No one who was there on the set ever discusses it, and Alastor made sure of it.

Angel likes to dress in pink footed pajamas, pinafore dresses with a shirt underneath, and anything in soft pastel colors.

Because of Alastor’s abilities and a lot of the hotel residents not liking to say no to him, Angel is extremely spoiled materially. Anything he wants is his within reason.

Angel likes to fall asleep cuddling things- whether those things are blankets, stuffed animals, or fat nuggets. But he will not sleep without something either warm or soft to cuddle.

Angel frequently has nightmares while little as a result of his trauma, and often goes to Alastor in the middle of the night for comfort. But since Alastor values his sleep and definitely can’t handle being cuddled all night, he put a system in place for those nights. There’s a cradle right next to his bed. Alastor sleeps with one arm hanging just over the inside of the cradle. When Angel comes in, he climbs into the cradle and will hold onto Alastor’s hand until he falls asleep.

Everybody at the hotel was pretty suspicious about whether or not Alastor was sincerely attached to Angel or if it was just a manipulation tactic- especially Vaggie and Husk. However, when Val comes to the hotel one day looking for Angel they see his protectiveness first hand. When Angel refuses to go with him, Val gets angry and raises a hand to him (Angel flinches and yes this one made me sad for that visual alone), but Alastor shields him and comes up beside him telling him that as the hotel manager, he’s asking him to leave. When Val asks what will happen if he doesn’t, Alastor doesn’t hesitate to put the fear of God (lol) in him, before swiftly turning around and making sure Angel is okay. Nobody questions it after this.

Angel calls Alastor Papa but doesn’t call anyone Mama or Mom. However, he does call Rosie “Zia”, meaning Aunt.

Angel has a particular fondness for being doted on or fussed over at any age, and often bonds with Alastor that way since they both struggle with touch.

Bonus Material: Angel’s favorite things (by category and starting with infancy and aging up!)

Foods: Milk, banana purée, rice cereal, mashed peas, pain au chocolat, croissants, biscotti, zucchini, spaghetti carbonara, lasagna, pizza, ice cream, cookies.

Toys: Teether, Rattle, toy keys, stacking rings, toy car, toys that light up, toys that sing, stuffed animals, dolls, tea set, dress up clothing.

People: Alastor, Cherri Bomb, Husk, Charlie, Niffty, Vaggie, Sir Pentious, The Egg Boiz

Feelings: Being rocked and held before falling asleep, being read to, nursing his pacifier, being sung to, cuddling Fat Nuggets, playing with his favorite toys, dressing up, making a new friend, being accepted as he is.

Small things that make him happy: Alastor turning off the radio effect of his voice to talk to him, Charlie fussing over him with a smile, Vaggie sneaking him a piece of candy, Sir Pentious and the egg boiz letting him nap in their nest, Niffty playing with him, Husk being softer and gentler with him, whenever Cherri Bomb calls him Darl (short for Darling).