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Oo…maybe mommy Wanda little reader cuddling while it’s raining?
Wanda felt a warm body suddenly nuzzling into her,
“Hey little one, is it snuggle time, is it?” you nodded as she pulled you into her lap, your legs straddling her as you laid your head on her chest.
Wanda’s soothing hand ran up and down your back as you suckled gently on your paci.
“’s raining ‘ots mama”, Wanda hummed in agreement,
“It is, bug, but that means all the plants are going to be nice and fed. Maybe there’ll even be a rainbow!”
“Don wan ‘ook for rainbows, jus wan stay wif mommy” you said, pushing yourself further into her.
Wanda brought her hand up to your hair, “you can stay with me all you like, y/n. We can snuggle and listen to the rain all you want”. She gently combed her fingers through your messy hair and began to sing a lullaby softly, using her magic to dim the lights further as she felt your breathing even out.
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dragon-queen21 · 5 months
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Regressor Pavitr + CG Noir fic
Tw: Implied self harm & depression
Summary Pav realizes Noir is in pain, even when he insists to the regressor that everything is fine. Pav decides to make it his mission to take care of and cheer up his caregiver.
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Pav had been excited at the idea of having Noir watch over him regressed. He enjoyed the older spiderman’s company and while he preferred one of his closer friends, he understood that sometimes there were other things that got in the way.
He didn’t expect Noir to play with him, not like Gwen or Miles would have. After all, the black and white spider wasn’t either of his friends so it would be foolish to believe he would have the same type of manner when babysitting him.
Still, Pav isn’t dumb. He can tell that Noir isn’t doing the best. His caregiver seems, simply put, soggy, lying on the living room’s couch, staring up at nothing. Sure, Noir’s still his usual self, and Pav doubts that he would have taken up Hobie’s request at babysitting if he truly wasn’t doing alright. That doesn’t change the fact that something seems off about him. Noir seemed almost detached from the world around him.
Pav doesn’t get it completely. Maybe if he was in a normal headspace he would, but currently he’s five, confused, and wishing that one of his friends were here to help him figure out how to make the bad, nagging feeling go away.
The caregiver only hoists himself to a sitting position when the regressor comes over to him and stares for a very long moment. “Hey bud, what’s the matter?” Noir asks as Pavitr approaches him, stuffed bear in hand.
“You otay?” Pav asks. “Something hurt?”
Noir makes a sound of confusion at the seemingly random question. “I’m not hurt.” He defends himself, trying to figure out where this sudden line of questioning came from. Up until a moment ago Pavitr was happily playing by himself. At least, Noir’s pretty certain that he was. He did let his thoughts wander for quite some time…
“Sure? You seem soggy.”
“What made you think that?”
“Cause you’re laying there all ‘bleh!’” Pav sticks his tongue out in an over exaggerated re-enactment of the older spider.
Noir chuckles and the little’s dramatics. “That’s because I don’t have the endless amounts of energy that you have kiddo.” He ruffle’s Pavitr’s hair.
“Nooo, that’s not it. You feel bad, I can tell.” He gasps suddenly. “Oh no! You has the big sad don’t you?!”
Noir can’t help but laugh at this declaration. “The what now?”
“You know! Deh-dell-deep-depur-” Pav pouts at a momentary loss of words. Curse his fuzzy brain for not working right.
“Depression?” Noir supplies after listening to a full minute of the little trying and struggling to find the correct word.
“Yes! The big sad! See you do to know it!”
Noir chuckles, though Pav hears him curse under his breath. “I’ve been informed. You’re too young to be inconvenienced about such matters like this anyways. Everything is fine. Don’t worry about it.”
He ruffles Pav’s hair once again, while the regressor frowns. ‘Everything’s fine’ and ‘Don’t worry about it’ are two very different answers.
While it might be true that nothing did hurt on the outside, he’s sure that the hurt is on the inside, and that just might be worse. Pavitr doesn’t know how to fix either one. He’s not sure that he would even if he wasn’t regressed. That’s not going to stop him from attempting to anyhow.
“Can I do somethins?” He asks, just in case there is an easy solution.
“I’m doing just fine, you don’t have to do anything for me.” Noir tries to again convince the regressor that nothing is wrong. It’s obvious that Pav is not going to stop asking if, he finally tells the regressor a half truth. “Just a bit tired right now.”
He does look tired. Pavitr’s frown only deepens. He can’t help but feel a bit bad for being small and taking up the other’s precious time. Remembering that Noir had insisted that he could watch over him doesn’t help all that much in making him feel better.
“Need nap time?” The regressed spider asks. Usually, he can’t stand when any of his friends insists that he needs a nap, always wound up with too much energy. He’s willing to sleep if it will make Noir feel better.
The mentally older shakes his head no. “I don’t need a nap; I doubt you want one either.”
This time Pav shakes his head in agreement alongside the other.
“Besides, I should probably make you something to eat.”
“Not hungry.” He protests, not wanting the subject to be changed. He’s going to get to the bottom of how to help he swears.
“Kid...” Noir does sound tired. He sighs, again. “Fine. I’m not going to force you, that would be plain hypocritical. Something to drink then?”
The two make there way into the kitchen where Pav promptly takes a seat at the table. Drumming his fingers along the smooth wood as he watches his caregiver rummage around for a cup.
He’s given a sippy cup full of orange juice, which Pav happily sips from along with being handed a box of colored crayons and some sheets of blank paper. “Thought you’d like to color.” Noir says, taking a seat across from the little.
Pav beams, suddenly struck with inspiration. He’s going to make a drawing to give to Noir that will be so amazing his caregiver won’t be able to do anything other than cheer up!
The two sit drawing together. Enjoying one another’s presence.
“Can you grab me a blue crayon kiddo?”
Pavitr nods, selecting a navy blue from the box and handing it over the older spider man. Noir frowns.
“I asked for a blue one silly, not red.”
Pav giggles. “Dat is blue.”
“No. No I’m sure that it’s not.”
“Yeah it is.”
“No this one’s blue.” Noir grabs a green crayon, causing Pav to start laughing all over again.
He grabs ahold of Noir’s arm in order to take back the incorrect crayon and replace it with the right color when he notices something odd.
Dark lines scattered across the other’s skin. Some more faded ones run along Noir’s wrists, hidden beneath the sleeves of the older spider’s shirt, other’s that take on a silvery grey against the monotone skin.
Pav sees the scars and gasps. “You are hurt!” Pav exclaims. He feels like crying, whether from the betrayal or from the familiar implication of what scars like that mean, he doesn’t know.
“No sunshine. These are from a long, long time ago.” Noir insists.
His words fall on deaf ears as Pav leaps from his seat, running out of the room.
“Pav?!” Noir curses once more and gets up to follow Pav.
He comes to the bathroom, the door isn’t closed, and Pav is sitting on the floor struggling with something in his hands. Noir is about to apologize for upsetting him when the mentally younger looks up at him and holds out what looks to be a small slip of paper.
“Stupid-” Pav seems frustrated, shaking one of the items in his grasp. “Open?” he holds it out toward his caregiver.
Noir takes the item confused.
Pavitr, doesn’t offer any type of explanation, hands quickly occupied with trying to get the paper off another one. This time he manages to get it opened.
“Noir! Look!” The regressor exclaims, placing the band-aid over already healed scars. It’s bright blue. The color is shockingly vibrant against Noir’s skin.
Pav grabs the one Noir was opening, places it on his caregiver’s other hand.
Then another, this one wrapped around one of his fingers. There’s one soon after that is placed on his palm.
The regressor gets to the fifth bandage before Noir finally finds his voice.
“What are you doing?”
Pav notes that he sounds baffled. Which is silly, because it’s should be clean what he’s doing. “Hobie does when I get ouchie. Makes all better.”
“Oh darling… That’s sweet bu-” he doesn’t get to finish.
“Oh! I ‘most forgot.” Pav grabs Noir’s now colorfully bandages hands and drags the caregiver back towards the kitchen.
He retrieves the drawing that he had been working on during his lunch. “Tada! Is for you.” He holds up the drawing.
A very childlike doodle of what appears to be the Pav and Noir standing together outside with a bunch of flowers. The regressor seemed to use every bright, neon color, that was available in the box of crayons in order to color in the background.
Noir isn’t sure what to say. Pav’s no artist, even less of one in headspace, yet Noir can’t recall the last time he had gotten something so sweet. He ruffles the boy’s hair, genuinely smiling as he takes the paper from the boy’s hands. “It’s gorgeous. You did a wonderful job.”
“Wan’ to make you happy.”
“Oh kid, you already make me happy.”
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Finally wrote an agere fic with Noir in it. I’ve been wanting to do a fic with a kinda role reversal, where it’s the caregiver getting ‘taken care of’ by a regressor. And with that idea in mind I couldn’t not do something with Noir. He’s honestly the perfect character for this + I love him and I will take any excuses to write about him. Let me know what you think <3
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vampoth-baby · 2 months
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Hi, um, is it possible to request a fic of cg Ranpo with little Dazai based around the headcannons you gave? It is completely fine if not
Of course! Thank you for requesting, it was fun to make.. ^^! I hope you like it.
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You do not owe me one this time, buddy.
cg!ranpo and little!dazai
It was a typical day at the Armed Detective Agency, with everyone going about their usual business. Dazai, as always, was being his enigmatic self, making snarky comments and coming up with outlandish plans. But Ranpo couldn't help but notice that something seemed off with Dazai. He seemed more fidgety than usual, and there was a hint of vulnerability in his eyes that Ranpo had never seen before. Even if everything new, felt usual to him.
The same day, while everyone was gathered for a meeting, Dazai suddenly went quiet. He seemed to be withdrawing into himself, his eyes darting around nervously. Ranpo immediately noticed the change in Dazai's demeanor and knew that something was wrong. As the meeting went on, Dazai became increasingly nonverbal, barely responding to anyone and retreating further into his own thoughts. No one minded it too much, they knew it was not Dazai's fault, but no one else there had idea except for Ranpo.
Ranpo quickly pieced together what was happening. He knew that Dazai was regressing, and it wasn't something Dazai would want to reveal to the rest of the agency. So, Ranpo discreetly signaled to Dazai that he knew what was going on and that he was there to help. He knew he would understand it quickly.
After the meeting, Ranpo approached Dazai and gently guided him to a quiet corner of the office. He could see the distress in Dazai's eyes, and without a word, he reached out and hugged him, offering some of the comfort and reassurance he knew he needed right now. As Dazai's anxiety began to subside, he started to fumble with his words, unable to articulate what he was feeling. Ranpo, however, had spent enough time with Dazai to understand him (and his ultra deduction too) even when he was nonverbal. He knew that Dazai needed a sense of safety and security, so Ranpo took his hand and led him to a secluded area where they could be alone.
Sitting on the floor, Ranpo pulled out a deck of cards and started building a card house, knowing that the repetitive, structured activity would help Dazai calm down. Sure enough, Dazai's tense body started to relax as he watched Ranpo skillfully construct the card structure. It was fun for both of them and that's what actually mattered right now.
As the moments passed, Dazai found his voice again, and he whispered a quiet thank you to Ranpo, his eyes filled with gratitude. "thanks.. u..". Ranpo simply smiled and continued to build the card house, understanding that sometimes words weren't necessary to convey care and support. "You do not owe me one this time, buddy."
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Now out!
Racing Hearts
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Quotes: "Chin up kiddo, they'd kill to see you fall.", "never feel guilty for starting again" and "I'm not very good at telling people how I feel."
(a Suits agere fanfic)
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jacksdinonuggets · 1 month
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~Lost and Found Chapter 3
The morning after.
Notes: I just want to say thank you all for being so supportive and sending me asks. I love seeing a notification in my inbox. you guys are so f*cking awesome
Getting Vaggie back to sleep was pretty easy. The only problem was that she was now stuck. Since she couldn’t get back to her bedroom, she pulled out her phone. After ordering a couple of adult pacifiers, bed rails, and a few baby items to be delivered later that day, she shut off her phone and laid her head back. She grew so close to this girl within the first day of knowing her. It was strange but she didn’t look further into it. However, she couldn’t stop thinking about how scared Vaggie seemed to be of Adam or getting in trouble. She started to think that maybe she was forced into killing souls with threat of punishment if they didn’t do so. It scared her just to think about. Now that she realized it, she remembered seeing a few bruises on her body. 
Before long, the sun came up and shined through the windows, waking Vaggie up. She stirred and yawned a bit before stretching.
“Hey, did you sleep well?” Carmilla asked.
“Mhm, no bad dweams.” She answered, tiredly.
“Good,” Carmilla pet her head, “Your bandages need to be changed,” She pointed out. Now being able to get out of the bed, she walked over to the bathroom and came back with clean bandages. She set Vaggie in her lap to begin with her back.
“Can you tell me a bit about your life in heaven? You don’t have to if it’ll make you feel bad,” Carmilla asked as she began to unravel the bandages on Vaggie’s back
“Mk… was bad. I didn’t wike it. ‘Dam was mean. He hit me whenever I fall behind…” Vaggie could feel herself starting to age back up. She so badly wanted to stay small, but thinking about this made her start to feel big.
“Dun wanna talk about it ‘nymore,” she said, trying to keep small. If she aged up, there was a big chance she could experience regression block and she didn’t want that.
“I’m sorry, bebe, you’re safe here. All I want is for you to recover,” Carmilla assured her as she finished up her back. Once she was done there, she moved onto her eye. Luckily the pain meds were still working. When she finished with those bandages, she gave Vaggie a kiss on her forehead, trying to make her feel better.
“m sorry…” Vaggie mumbled.
“What for, sweetie?” Carmilla asked. At this point, this girl was now her daughter. 
“I bad. Was mean to your people…” Vaggie curled her knees to her chest.
“Its okay, you realized it was wrong, didn’t you?” She clarified. If the girl could realized she was in the wrong, then that meant she truly was sorry.
“Mhm. spared a few lives…” The small girl answered. She had spared a few kids in the past but would only get a harsh slap to the face whenever she would. she guessed Lute and Adam had enough of her when she saved that cannibal kid.
“And you apologized. I think that deserves at least a little bit of forgiveness,” Carmilla said. This made Vaggie feel a bit better. Unfortunately, her guilt passed over into her little thoughts, but the kind words of Carmilla helped them fade.
Suddenly, a loud growl erupted. Vaggie blushed. She hadn’t eaten since yesterday morning. Even then, she barely touched her food. She was too nervous to really eat.
“Is little one hungry?” Carmilla asked. She nodded slightly. So, the overlord got out of bed and made her way to the door.
“I’ll be back in just a little bit. Please, stay in bed, you’re not in the best shape to be up and about, bebe,” She said before getting an ‘okay’ nod from Vaggie. She needed to make breakfast but was a little worried that Vaggie would try to get up if she was gone. Though, she told herself that she was a good listener and would hopefully obey.
As Vaggie waited, she couldn’t help but become more and more anxious as time went on and no show from Carmilla. Did she abandon her? It made sense, Vaggie did kill tons of her people. She would abandon herself too. More and more anxious thoughts went on. She felt the walls start closing in around her. Her chest felt constricted and it was difficult to breathe.
She threw the covers off and swung her legs over the bed. As she tried to stand, the pain in her back flared up and she collapsed back into bed. She whimpered and hid her face in her knees.
She heard the door open and saw Carmilla standing there with a bowl of porridge and her bottle with a bit of juice in it.
“Mami!” Vaggie, with tears running down her face, made grabby hands for her caregiver. She was breathing heavily, as if she just ran a race.
Carmilla immediately put the bowl and bottle on the nightstand and pulled Vaggie in her arms and bounced her on her hip.
“I thought you w’eft me!” Vaggie cried, hiccuping while tears and snot ran down her cheeks and lip. Carmilla grabbed a tissue and cleaned up her face. She rubbed her back, trying to calm her down.
“Shh, its okay, I’m not leaving you, I just needed to make you some num-nums,” She explained. This helped a little bit but she was still hiccuping a lot and close to hyperventilating. 
After being bounced a bit, she calmed down and was set back down in her bed. Carmilla noticed her diaper was a bit saggy, indicating that it recently was wet. So she decided she would change her after feeding her.
Feeding her was pretty easy, no tantrums or meltdowns at all. However, when it came to changing her, the girl was obviously pretty uncomfortable. Even though she put down many pillows to support her back while she laid on the ground, that didn’t stop her from crying out. Carmilla kept apologizing the whole time. Luckily she was quick to chill out after she was set back in bed.
The girl took lots of naps for the rest of the day. Whenever she wasn’t Carmilla was doing her best to try to entertain her without Vaggie straining herself. All of her little gear came a little bit after lunch, which helped keep her busy when she wasn’t sleeping. Though Carmilla practically lost voice by the end of the day due to how many books she read. The girl was a little bookworm and loved the stories.
Vaggie was still feeling small about a week later when she was starting to walk again. She was crawl a lot but at least she wasn’t bound to her bed. Carmilla and her daughters helped her out a lot during this stage of recovery.
 Multiple times she would age back up for a couple of minutes and be extremely embarrassed. Though, Carmilla would explain that she was an absolute angel to take care of and didn’t mind her little side. She told her that she could stay little as long as she needed to. And so, Vaggie did. Whenever she felt small, she allowed herself to regress. She was feeling the best she’s ever felt mentally. 
Since angels tended to heal fast, she was able to walk fine in no time and no longer needed a bandage over her eye. Clara had made her an eyepatch because she was a bit self-conscious of her scarred eye socket. She really appreciated it.
Over the couple of days, Vaggie had become a carmine and learned many lessons about hell. But most importantly, she finally felt accepted.
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nostalgic-woodwind · 7 months
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Sleep Is Important
CG! Jin Lee and Regressor! Ming Lee 🍼
Plot: Ming is exhausted from temple duty.
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Ming has been struggling with insomnia for the past couple of days. Jin suggested that she should take a break and rest for a while. However, she adamantly declined. She wanted to make sure that the temple didn’t go bankrupt. She had to keep the temple going for her family.
Jin went to check on Ming at the temple at the end of the day. He saw that she was incredibly tired. She was wearing sunglasses to cover the bags that were under her eyes and yawning profusely. Jin felt incredibly guilty for this. He knew it was Ming’s choice whether or not she wanted to take a nap, but he knew that she should listen to her body if it was hungry, tired, etc.
“Ming, honey, I think you should try to go to bed early,” Jin said to Ming.
“I can’t…” Ming whined as her headspace began to slip.
“Ming, you need your rest. You didn’t sleep well for the past few days and I’m worried that it could make you sick if you don’t sleep. I was worried when you almost fell asleep during temple duty.”
Ming just continued whining and making little stomps with her feet.
Jin gently wrapped his arms around Ming and gave her a hug.
“I know, I know,” Jin consoled.
“No sleep,” Ming muttered.
“I know you don’t want to go to bed early, and I know you’re probably feeling a lot of things right now. Can you tell me how you’re feeling?”
Ming sniffled and responded, “Tired… sad… angry… frustrated.”
“Yeah, those are valid feelings. How about I put you to bed? Do you think that will help you sleep?” Jin offered.
Ming nodded. Jin kissed her forehead.
Ming brushed her teeth and hair while Jin went into the kitchen and made a sippy cup of angel milk. Once Ming came into the bedroom, she grabbed her regression bag and pulled out a onesie and a Pull-Up. Once she changed her into her pajamas, she grabbed her plush Celine doll from the bag, along with her baby blanket.
Jin arrived a few seconds later with the angel milk.
“Alright, let’s get you tucked in,” Jin said with a gentle smile. Ming walked over to the bed and laid down. Jin tucked Ming in and handed her the sippy cup. Ming began drinking and Jin grabbed a book from the bag. He read softly to ensure that Ming would be comforted after a very long couple of days.
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agere-fic-recs · 5 months
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Nimona (2023) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Ballister Blackheart | Ballister Boldheart/Ambrosius Goldenloin Characters: Ambrosius Goldenloin, Ballister Blackheart | Ballister Boldheart Additional Tags: Age Regression/De-Aging, Eating Disorders, Panic Attacks, its just ambrosius being very very panicky over eating too much, you have to read to really get the gist of it, but it has a good ending, he gets tucked in goodnight with a blankie and a bottle of milk, I promise
Summary:
Ambrosius realized that he never had a childhood, at least not a good one. The constant pressure has taken its toll on him. So, he turns to a little different of a coping mechanism.
Submitted by @kinning-ballister-boldheart ! thank you for the rec!
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okay so if I started writing agere fics what characters would you want me to write for first? (disclaimer I will only be able to write as reader being a cg because I don’t regress and wouldn’t feel comfortable writing as a little because I don’t know what it’s like from that perspective)
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littlespace-imagines · 8 months
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I watched Metalocalypse: Army of the Doomstar and Toki is a canonical age regressor who carrys a “Deadybear” around with him and the whole band accepts it and supports it and it’s not even a humorous focal point or anything. Pickles just says “Sorry, you know, Toki's a little sensitive these days. We think he's regressing from, you know, the whole thing.” When Toki has on outburst from being told not to something and other than him always having his comfort bear that’s the only way it’s mentioned, he is still the Toki we love.
It’s so nice to see regression presented in a legitimate way, Toki and the whole band went through hell, we see Nathan struggling with his own ptsd also. The fact that the whole band -including murderface who usually hits below the belt with his insults- just goes with it.
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lttl3babybug · 27 days
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Can we get more Cg!Adam?
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Course!! Hope everyone enjoys!! :3
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Warning: this post does contain one or two bad words :(
You were a clingy little one, that wasn’t a secret. But just how clingy you were was something Adam was still pushing the limits of. He could leave you in front of the tv for 15 minutes before you’d realise he was gone and come toddling after him while whining and pouting. He could put you to bed but he had to stay with you until you’d fully off to sleep and while having you rely on him so much was a huge ego boost on Adam’s part it came with some issues while you two walked around heaven.
Adam loved holding you, resting you on his hip and such, everyone knew that but not everyone exactly...enjoyed the sight of Adam and you. You perched on his hip and head on his shoulder while him and lute were deep in conversation, he hadn’t even noticed your small attempts to hide yourself while others stared and whispered. It took him a moment but eventually he registered what was happening when he heard a faint whisper of, “disgusting freak” from someone. He turned to face the couple who were staring.
He wasn’t about to have that! Someone calling his perfect angel names? Not on his watch, “who the fuck do you think you’re talking to?” He spat the two, holding you close to him. “They’re with me. Don’t fucking forget it either” his words filled with venom as the couple scurried off, he looked down at you. A confused look across Adam’s face when he saw you with your hands over your ears and face in his chest. He was worried. We’re you crying? We’re you overwhelmed? Sleepy? Hungry?
All his worries subsided when he heard a faint giggle however, he watched you peak out from the folds in his robe and continue to quietly giggle at him. “You said a baaad word”, clearly this was thoroughly entertaining to you. “Oh you like it when I say those bad words hm?” Adam mused with a small smirk, “makes you all giggly and smiley huh? That’s what I like to see. My sweet baby all happy”. He was such a sweetheart with you.
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nicksbestie · 1 month
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haiii can i be 🐛 anon? also mayhapsss a johnnie x reader where they meet thru mutual friend jake and instantly like each other but are too nervous to ask the other out? and like they act all awkward around each other until eventually jake basically does the work for them 😭 totally chill if not tho!
Nerves - Johnnie Guilbert
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Summary : You're anxious about meeting your best friend's new roommate, but you hit it off better than you think you will.
Pairing : Johnnie Guilbert/Reader (romantic)
Warnings : mentions of anxiety
Word Count : 1378
A/N : The ending was kinda rushed because I was writing it before school, I hope you still love!!! (and obviously the number I put at the bottom is fake, please do not go harass whatever poor soul has that phone number!)
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You and Jake had been best friends for a long time, coming up on a decade now. You had grown up in the same part of town, and being the only alternative kids for a hundred miles, it was no secret that you were immediately drawn to each other as a choice in friends. Your friendship had persisted when the two of you had begun careers in social media, specifically YouTube for Jake, and TikTok for you, knowing that there had to be something better out there for you than just living in Kansas all of your life. You had run into an extremely incredible amount of luck, allowing the both of you to become incredibly successful, and moving out to LosAngeles to pursue your careers even further. 
You used to be roommates, but in some cases, best friends weren’t the best roommates, and this was one of those times. Your personalities meshed together perfectly when you were hanging out, talking, and spending time with each other, but when it came to living together, they clashed heavily and you just didn’t get along. Neither of you held any hard feelings, and you moved out, finding a new roommate, which ended up being Jake’s now ex-girlfriend, Tara. You two were best friends, and loved living together, and Jake had found a new roommate recently, another YouTuber named Johnnie. You were supposed to be meeting him for the first time today, and you couldn’t deny that there were definitely some nerves there. 
You didn’t always make the best impression, because despite your on camera appearance and bold personality, you were very introverted off camera. You weren’t necessarily the quiet kid, but you weren’t someone who went out of their way to meet new people. But, Johnnie was clearly a very important person in Jake’s life automatically, so you wanted to get to know him and hopefully enjoy his company as much as you enjoyed Jake’s. Tara had already met him, and said that his personality was similar to yours, very energetic on camera but very laid back off of it, and you were happy to hear that because it meant that if push came to shove, you could sit in quiet, comfortable silence until you and Tara were ready to head home, depending on how late the night lasted. 
Tara was coming with you for moral support, and the fact that Jake had invited her over. You really respected their relationship, knowing that not very many people could still be best friends after a breakup, especially with such a long relationship, but they seemed to not want to let go of the other, refusing to be anything less than friends because they had been friends first, and the fact that they had fallen in and out of love with each other was not going to change that if they had any say in it. You were getting ready to leave the house, Tara finishing her makeup, you finishing your hair, and Tara was going to drive because you really just didn’t want to, and she was happy to. 
Getting in the car after putting finishing touches on everything, (you’re nothing short of a perfectionist), Tara was talking away about how much fun the two of them are, and how they’re clearly really good friends, and that you were going to get along great with the both of them. Her comfort and reassurance really did help your nerves, and you were glad that you had someone to go with just in case your anxiety did get the best of you, as it did sometimes. Meeting new people always caused it to go nearly haywire because of the fact that there is a ton of pressure on making a good first impression, and as a perfectionist, you hate messing things up, full stop. So, having someone there to help you should anything go wrong was amazing, and you were so grateful to have such a good friend in Tara. 
Pulling up to Jake’s, and now Johnnie’s, home, you immediately got out with Tara, and she just walked in like she owned the place. In a certain sort of way, you guessed that she kind of did. She did use to spend nearly all her time here, so she may as well have co owned it right along with Jake. She still had a key, Jake hadn’t wanted it back, so here she was again, going straight to the fridge and announcing her entrance by cracking open a random can of some drink, probably alcoholic, knowing that Jake often threw parties at his place. They were some impressive parties, and you respected his ability to go that all out with that many people there. Tara did the same, but you always left the house on nights she did that. 
You noticed a person sitting on the couch, looking up as Tara walked in, and it definitely wasn’t Jake, so you assumed that this person was Johnnie. You couldn’t deny the immediate attraction that you felt towards him, as you had always had a thing for the alternative scene style. The multiple piercings on his face just added to the pull you’d felt for him, as you had quite a few yourself. You couldn’t stop your thoughts from wandering about how his lip piercings would feel against yours, what it would be like to trace his tattoos with your fingers while laying next to him, and you needed to shake yourself out of those thoughts before you turned red and embarrassed yourself. When you did just that, it took you a moment to realize that he was speaking to you. 
“Hi, it’s nice to meet you! I’m Jake’s roommate, Johnnie, as you probably already guessed.” 
Shaking yourself out of your daze, you introduced yourself with a smile on your face, turning back to walk over to where Tara was sitting at the bar. You gave her an incredulous look, one that she had seen so often. It was your “what the fuck” look. She had a defensive look on her face, not sure what you were about to say. 
“You didn’t tell me his roommate was hot.” 
Tara now returned her own incredulous look, glancing over at Johnnie before returning her eyes to you.
“Him? I mean, he’s cute, but he’s not really my type. I knew he was yours though, thought it might help you loosen up a bit or whatever if there was some level of attraction.” 
You could strangle Tara right now, but you knew that maybe it would work out for the better. It was shortly after that that Jake walked into the room, hugging you both, and asking if you’d introduced yourself to Johnnie. You said that you had, to which Jake gave a playful eyebrow wiggle and a short comment about “he’s hot, no?” You rolled your eyes, ignoring your best friend and grabbing some chips out of the bag that he had laid out on the counter. He tried to reach for it, and you snatched it out of the way of his hand, angling it to where Tara could grab some out of it. He of course exaggerated his reaction to this, throwing a hand over his heart and feigning offense. 
“I’m being ganged up on! Johnnie, help me, two on two?” 
His friend cracked a smile but shook his head staying on the couch. 
“No way. I’m not getting involved in this, you never pick fights against Tara, let alone her friends too.” 
You tossed the chip bag over to Johnnie, smiling at his support of you and Tara against Jake. The rest of the night went perfectly, and you and Johnnie really hit it off. As much as you hated to admit it, Tara had been right, and you ended up enjoying yourself. And after a little bit of encouragement from Jake, which basically meant that he yelled at you and Johnnie to kiss and go get a room, pushing you towards each other, you woke up the next morning to see a text from a new number that you hadn’t saved in your phone yet. 
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funfettifrills · 2 months
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Hi! I was wondering if you could do a platonic Husk fic where the reader hasn’t regressed in a while and when they do they’re just a big ball of feelings and tears
It’s been a rough week
🎲 Caregiver! Husk x Agere! Reader drabble [platonic] ; Simple Comfort
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;; A/N: I'm sorry you've had a rough week!! Thingsll get better 🫂 sending you much much love!! 💖💖 I hope this fic is good enough to bring some comfort ! ( ´ ꒳ ` )
;; Word Count: 889
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You found yourself sitting at the bar in silence, your head laid on your arms as you attempted to regulate the incoherent turmoil of emotions that prodded at your mind. Lost in thought, you could only stare down at the surface of the bar and peer into the grooves of the brown wood. Analyzing any imperfections with your eyes as you fell into a dissociative state.
"Somethin' up?" Husk had finally spoken up from the other side of the bar, flashing you a friendly yet concerned look. Even when you weren't in little space, Husk always let his grumpy walls down around you. He could read you like an open book and easily sense when you needed a shoulder to lean on.
"I dunno.." you replied softly, keeping your gaze downwards as you traced your fingers on the counter in a poor attempt to distract yourself. It was as if your stress and worries were all drastically piling up in your mind. The fact that you hadn't been able to regress in a while only worsened things.
A part of you was pushing away regressing, the mental block was disrupting any means of being able to properly release the tense emotions that took hold of your mental state.
"There anything I can do to help you out, kid?" Husk asked, resting his elbows on the counter as he leaned towards you.
He knew you well enough by now that an "I don't know" alluded to an upset mind. He didn't want to pry but he still couldn't help but worry over you.
Hearing the name "kid" was the wrecking ball against the mental block that you had been stuck with.
You finally looked up at Husk with wide eyes that were forming tears. Being able to regress after a long time of not doing so was an instant release for all of the emotions you had been burdened with.
You failed to form words, you could only sniffle as tears fell. Husk frowned in worry, making his way around the bar's surface.
"C'mere kiddo, I got you." He spoke softly in comparison to his usually tense tone, scooping you up in his arms and making his way to a couch for a more comfortable area to release your emotions.
As he carried you, you could only cling to him. Hiding your face in the crook of his neck while tears poured. He didn't care about the tears that were to wet his fur, he was used to this by now and only cared about whether or not you'd be okay.
Once sat on the couch, he kept you in his lap. With your chin resting on his shoulder, he lightly rubbed your back while bouncing his leg a bit.
"Shh, I got you, kiddo. You’re okay." He cooed and repeated in simple comfort.
You continued to cry and let out shallow breaths, you melted into his hold as you finally expressed your pent-up emotions.
After a few comforting moments of allowing you to sob, the cat spoke up,
"You wanna talk about it?" He spoke carefully, not wanting to overwhelm you if being verbal was too much for you at the moment. "You don't have to use your words if it's too much."
You moved your head from his shoulder to look at him, preparing yourself to speak up. Tear streaks lined your cheeks with a visible pout.
Husk gave you a comforting smile as he gently wiped the tears from your face, waiting for you to talk.
"Big feelings.." You spoke simply and childishly, being unable to grasp the weight of your pain verbally. "Overwhelming." Was all you could get out. Recalling what you were feeling only welcomed more cries. The sight would generated a pang of sadness in Husk, he was always quick to worry when you weren't doing well.
He brushed your hair away from your damp features, combing through it in a comforting motion.
With your simple words, he was able to grasp your worries. Husk was good at being terribly observant of you and others in general. His strong intuition was a strength when it came to being a caregiver.
"I know it's overwhelming, Sweetheart. Emotions are a lot, but you gotta feel them." He explained, "Keeping them in does you no good. You're allowed to feel sad, or grumpy, or anything at all, Kid. And I'll always be here when you need me."
You let out a small ‘'kay,’ his words were enough to soothe you. You took in deep breaths to finally regulate yourself as you cuddled more into Husks' embrace. His hold was warm and his fur was surprisingly soft, being in his arms was adjacent to being under a cozy blanket. You could hear (and feel) him lightly purring which was something familiar that helped to ease your moments of stress.
He smiled down at you and gave you a small squeeze,
“I'm proud of you for feeling such big emotions, being able to show ‘em just means that you're brave.” Husk praised, he was relieved that he was successful in attempting to help you out. His praise went straight to your heart, internalizing it greatly.
He ruffled your hair which caused you to giggle a bit.
“You're a lot braver than I am, Kid.”
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dragon-queen21 · 2 months
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Sticky Rice
Little Giyu+ caregivers Rengoku & Tengen
I have plans to make this a full fic but in the meantime please enjoy this simple first stage draft <3
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“Bah!”
“You’re horrible with kids.”
“I don’t know what you mean!” Rengoku says with far to much enthusiasm for someone cover in specks of rice.
Tengen gives him a look, pointed glacing at the squirming little trying to escapse from Rengoku’s lap and the mostly untouched bowl of food. The flame pillar had one task. Feed Giyu, shouldn’t be that hard. Then again maybe it was.
“He’s just being fussy is all.”
“Let me show you how it’s done.”
He grabs the spoon, loads it up with sticky rice. “Ahh here is comes,” he flys the spoon quite dramatically through the air, coming to tap Giyu’s lip with it. “Open up.”
The spoon is smacked out of the sound Hashira’s hand. Giyu looks unimpressed.
Rengoku laughs. “You don’t seem much better with them!”
“Shut up!”
That’s how Shinobu finds the three of them. The bowl of rice is almost empty but not due to Giyu actually eating any but rather the fact that all three pillars are covered in rice. Rengoku’s patting Tengen’s back placatingly. Giyu nomming on sound pillar’s hand, said man looking deeply disappointed in himself and like he rather be anywhere but there.
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naturesapphic · 7 months
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Can I please request Little Nat dropping into her little head space whilst she, Maria Hill and Wanda are out having a 'girls night out'.
Nat drops hards in the night club and just cries for reader Mummy.
Maria is furious with reader, who is her second in command for not telling her that an Avenger age regresses.
But Natty soon melts her heart by being a cute baby as they head back to SHIELD.
Maybe Natty instantly calls them Auntie Wanda and Auntie Maria.
I thought Natty could demand her paci the moment she see reader. Reader could use 'baby voice' with her, something like that?
Please and thank you 😊
Unsuccessful night out
Little!natasha romanoff x mommy!fem!reader
Warnings: age regression :)
“Yes baby we will be fine. One of us won’t drink so we can get home safely.” Nat explained to you as she had her hands on your waist and yours on top of her hands. “I know I know…but what if you…you know..” you quietly said to her. She frowns “I won’t do that. I can control it.” She defends.
You sigh “you’re right. I’m not overthinking it…you go have fun with Maria and Wanda baby. I love you.” You said softly as you lean up and gently kiss her on her lips. She smiles warmly at you and kisses you back. The kiss was quickly interrupted but whistling. You both pulled back and saw that Wanda was smirking at you and Maria was the one who was whistling.
“Atta girl nat!” Maria hollered and you blushed bright red which made all three of them laugh which made you pout. “Don’t worry y/n…we won’t have her out for too long”. Wanda said winking at you and you giggled. “Good, because she has work to do.” You reminded them and they all nodded in agreement besides Natasha who groaned in annoyance. You quickly said your goodbyes to your girlfriend and her friends and you went back to watching your favorite show.
~ at the club ~
“Anddddddd we are here!” Maria exclaimed excitedly as Wanda and nat followed close behind her. “I’ll go ahead and get us some drinks.” Wanda said as she walked by the two women and went to the bar. Natasha usually doesn’t go out into loud and public places that much anymore. It makes her uncomfortable and alert at all times. Maria can sense it and tries to help Natasha relax. “It’s okay! We will be with you the whole time to make sure nothing happens. Which nothing will happen, we are safe and everyone else is safe to. You can let your guard down Natasha.” Maria explained to her kindly and Nat smiled back in thanks.
Wanda came back with the drinks and they sat at a table, catching up with each other. Soon, Wanda and Maria were getting drunk as the night went on, while nat only had a shot. She can handle her alcohol well but she’s the one who’s supposed to be driving back home so she decided on just taking one shot just to do it.
Moments later, Wanda dragged Maria up on the dance floor and they were dancing away as nat just stared at them, watching over them. Then, out of no where, Natasha starting to feel weird. She knows this feeling and she can’t believe she feels it right now. Natasha is good at controlling her emotions but this one…this one she hasn’t mastered to do yet.
Maria looked over at nat and saw that she was acting different. Curious and worried, she walked over to her and immediately knew what was happening. Natasha is a little and right now, she’s in her space. She can hear nat calling out for you, saying mommy. How could you do this! You should have told her that an agent, let alone a avenger, is a age regressor. She’s gonna give you an ear full when they get back go shield.
Maria went over to nat and nat immediately cried out “I wan mommy! I wan mommy!!” She cried out. “Hey hey shhh shhh it’s okay…we will go see mommy right now.” She softly said close to her ear since the loudness of the music and people, she couldn’t hear Maria. “Stay right here little one. I’m gonna go get Wanda okay?” Maria told her. Natasha nodded and pouted at her. She kept mumbling under her breath about her mommy and wanting her paci. Maria quickly went over to Wanda and dragged her away from the dance floor much to Wanda’s dismay. “Hey! Get your hands off me you prude! I’m tryna to dance here.” Wanda said to Wanda and Maria rolled her eyes and pointed to nat.
Wanda looked over at nat who was sucking on her thumb and looking scared at the crowd of people. Wanda frowned and followed close behind Maria as they approached the little spider. “Hey little one. Ready to go home now to see your mommy?” Maria questioned her and Natasha immediately perked up at the sound of your name and she immediately nodded her head yes. They grabbed Natasha and decided to call a cab since both wanda and her couldn’t drive back home since there was some alcohol in their system and they didn’t want to risk it.
As they were on the way back home, Maria called you and she was pissed. “Hey Maria, is nat oka-.” You started but was interrupted by Maria saying “how come you didn’t tell me nat was an age regressor?!” She quietly shouted at you through the phone and you grimaced. Natasha heard Maria shouting at you and she glared at Maria saying “don chu talks to mys mommy wike dat! I cans beats chu ups!.” Nat growled cutely at Maria and Wanda put her hand over her mouth as she tried not to laugh.“Nat didn’t feel comfortable telling anyone…it wasn’t my job to tell her business.” You explained to her but she wasn’t having it.
“I understand it’s y’all’s business but at least tell fury so he knows. What if she was out in battle and she got Into her space? We have to think ahead like that y/n!” She continued and you sighed through the phone. “I understand but I didn’t want to make nat mad for telling y’all.” You said to her. She sighs “I get that but please next time, if you know anything like that or something else big, let me know at least okay?” She pleaded you and you said okay and y’all said your goodbyes as you hung up the phone. Nat still was glaring at Maria and Wanda was trying to get her attention but she wasn’t having it. “Why chu means ats mys mommy!” Nat exclaimed and Maria nervously chuckled. “She didn’t tell me something important and I’m pissed at her
The three girls arrived at shield and Natasha was bouncing around in the cab, waiting to see you. You stood outside of the building as the cab pulled up and you could see nat waving at you cutely. Maria opened the door and Natasha climbed over Maria and ran out the door, running to you. “Mommy mommy!” She screamed out. You smiled big and opened your arms out for her. She ran into them and you picked her up and spun her around. She giggled loudly then her face got serious for a second which Lowkey kinda scared you. “Paci.” Was all that nat said and you chuckled at her. “Paci! Now!” Natasha demanded and you smiled at her and pulled her favorite paci out from your pocket. Natasha’s face lit up even more when she saw her favorite paci and immediately grabbed it and started sucking on it.
You gave her a kiss on her cheek as she laid her head on your shoulder playing with your necklace. “Well we are gonna head on to our rooms now. Goodnight y/n. Goodnight nat.” Wanda and Maria said as they walked pass you. “Ni ni auntie Wands an auntie Maria!” Nat said sleepily as she waved them goodbye. “Good manners babygirl.” You praised nat and she blushes bright red at the praise. “Come on angel. Let’s go to bed now. You had a big night tonight.” You say as you walk into the building and head to y’all’s room. She nodded and slowly started to fall asleep on you and you smiled. “I love you so much babygirl.” You said softly to her as you lay her down in the bed and cover her up. Soon after that, you joined her and the both of you fall asleep in each others arms.
A/n: I hope the person who requested this likes it! I hope the rest of y’all enjoyed and remember to stay hydrated and to rest. I love y’all and I hope you have a good day!
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writerof-thewoods · 2 months
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A Weapon? A Monster? A Child.
Regressor! Alastor and CG! Rosie <3 Word count: 2193
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He could hear them. Their mocking, jeering voices at his new found problem. The great, terrifying Alastor a puppet to something else, how little in control he was of anything. He couldn’t shake them out of his head. Every second filled with their reverberating laughs and yet, Alastor could do nothing but endure. 
He winced as he tried to stand, hands shaking and bones weary. Oh how cowardly he must’ve looked, barely able to stand on his two feet, hiding behind his shadow as he retreats to the one place he found solace. His radio tower. 
And not even that eased his ever growing fear. Whatever was left of it stood before him, a grim sight that made his already unwell state much, much worse. It served as another reminder of his failure. To see the very thing that kept him sane all these years defiled in such a manner. He truly had no idea how to react. Part of him wanted to go stark raving mad, and the other….
He slowly, unsteadily made his way through the wreckage that lay in front of it, his body ringing with each sting that came. It also didn’t help that he was regretfully known as something he hated to his core. He was a little. Such a pathetic aspect that he, much to his gratitude, managed to keep hidden from everyone else. Oftentimes even himself until it caught up to him once in a blue moon. No one knew and no one would know if he could keep it up the way he had the past few decades. However, that seemed much more unlikely given his current situation. The attack was so easily avoidable and yet, he still got hurt. He could’ve been killed and how he so narrowly avoided Adam’s final blow was beyond him. Now, he would’ve actually preferred it because then he wouldn’t have to face the aftermath that he knew was yet to come. 
It terrified him. To know of how much weakness he was showing. He could only hope, no, beg that no one saw and once he made his way inside, he exhaled in relief. He was alone. A disgrace, but alone nonetheless. Despite his rather embarrassing secret, he willed himself not to let it affect him. Not the fact that a huge chunk of his prized room was missing altogether, let alone the mess that was the inside of it. Reaching his table, the pain stumped him once again, making him fall to his knees. His smile wavered and he bared his teeth as he found himself underneath it. Sighing strained in relief, the safety of the confined space only worsened his struggle between headspaces. 
On one hand he just wouldn’t allow himself to, and on the other, he had no control over it. His body ached inside and out, his heart panged heavily on the fact that he was losing it, and underneath all of it, he felt so…scared. He was a fawn caught in a wolf’s den. A little boy hiding from the bastard he shared a bloodline with, hoping to God he wouldn’t find him. A cornered animal and with that, it was all too much. 
He couldn’t handle it anymore. 
He slipped. 
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The fight may have been over, but that didn’t stop Rosie from feeling, at the very least, a little concerned. It wasn’t just the fear of losing everything she’d known that ailed her. It was losing the people she cared about. Really, the one person she cared about the most. And since it was finished, she hadn’t seen him at all, not even once and it was starting to worry her. 
Alastor was Rosie’s best friend, and she just couldn’t bear to lose him. Not like that. 
Looking over at the celebration behind her, she smiled fondly. She couldn’t be more happy for the unlikely group of residents, despite hardly knowing most of them. Charlie was such a darling, how could she not? Even as they stood under a building in desperate need of fixing, she still looked so happy. So proud. It was…admirable, to say the least. To watch her and her friends be so passionate about their achievements warmed her heart. 
Still though, as she turned her head in thought, something was…off. She could sense it even if she wasn’t sure what exactly “it” was. 
Speaking of which, there was one thing missing from such a display of victor, or rather, one person. Someone who would be even more supportive than she was. Where was Alastor? 
The rest seemed to pick up on that and Charlie asked the same thing as well. The rest kind of shrugged with mutterings of “I’m not sure” or “Last I saw was during the fight, so it beats me.” That didn’t help much in easing her anxieties. As they began looking, some albeit more willingly than the rest, she sighed. Her eyebrow raised, she took off to look for the demon. After all, she of all people ought to know where he was. 
She walked up to the one place she figured he might be. Everywhere else came out to be unsuccessful, so there was really one place left. Holding the hem of her skirt as she climbed up the stairs, Rosie walked curiously to the radio tower. Nothing out of the ordinary there, disregarding the very obvious debris. She couldn’t see anything, but if her nose and ears served her right, something was very, very wrong. The scent of blood seeped from beyond the door making her feel oddly nauseous for once, her stomach churning at what could be waiting for her. Thinking better of it, she steeled herself and went inside. 
The blood trailed over to his desk at a concerning amount. Stepping over the rubble, her gut wrenching at the sight of something he cared so much about ruined without a second thought, she called out gently. 
“Alastor? Sweetie, you in here?” She craned her neck, unable to see anything. “Everyone’s been looking for you.” She stepped carefully, avoiding the coat rack that now lay on the floor just waiting to trip some unsuspecting person. Suddenly, a low sound of strained breathing rumbled from his form, an ear perking up at hearing her come in. That gave it away to Rosie as she approached the desk even closer, her feet just inches away from his crumpled body. 
And that’s when he found him.
Crouching down, she saw a not quite unfamiliar sight. The all powerful Radio Demon’s smile gone, eyes squeezed shut as he lay curled into himself. Rosie knew what this was, she’d seen it before, but definitely not to this extent. Her head cocked to the side, she whispered. 
“Alastor..?”
Eyes nervously squeezed open, big, wide, doe eyes pouring into her as they tried to hide his fear to no avail. Glassy from tears hiding behind him that threatened to pour at any moment. Rosie’s heart squeezed in a way it very rarely did. Not unfamiliar to her, but the circumstances she found him certainly were. At the sight of her, the little shuddered, a pleading look on his face. 
“Oh..” Rosie gasped, crawling to his side and reaching out her hand, holding the side of his head. “You poor dear, is this where you’ve been all this time?” 
He didn’t have the words to respond, flinching slightly at her touch. Strained, he nodded his head slowly, uncurling himself slightly at her asking to see what happened. God, it hurt so much. He just wanted his mama, even though he knew she wouldn’t come. He sniffled, choking back a sob that escaped his throat. 
Rosie clicked her tongue and moved closer to pull him into her arms. Seeing him like this threatened to make her cry as well, wishing so desperately she would've come sooner. How long had he been like this? So scared and in pain. Part of her wanted to shake her head at his stubbornness, but she knew it wasn’t the time. The fawn just about broke as he pressed his head into her chest, giving in to the pain that rang throughout his body. His broken cries barely muffled by his best friend’s vise-like hold. 
“Oh my sweet thing, it’s alright.” She whispered, moving instinctively to brush the hair out of his face and pulling a handkerchief from her skirt. “I got you. Why don’t we get you out of here, hmm?” She tilted her head down at him, feeling him nod against her chest. “Now just hold still for a moment. It’s gonna hurt a little, but it’ll be quick, okay? Take a deep breath.” She inhaled deeply, crawling out from under the table and moving to pick him up. 
Alastor groaned at the motion, wincing as Rosie avoided his injuries and lifted him into her arms like a bride. Normally he would’ve laughed at such a feat of strength, the thought distracting him from the sharp jolt in his wounds. “There we go, you did a swell job baby! Such a brave boy.” Rosie walked out of the room, making a mental note to clean up his blood from the floor later and thought about where to go from here. She certainly didn’t want to leave him here, nor draw any attention from the others. There was always her emporium, even if it was a bit away. Yeah, that was a good idea. He’d be less...manic later on without anyone else knowing. And she was more certain he’d be safe there. That was all that mattered. 
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The baby sat on the toilet, curiously watching as Rosie rolled up her sleeves and went to work taking off his jacket. It was clear that Alastor needed stitches at the very least, if not something more later on. He didn’t seem to have any more serious injuries underneath, but it still didn’t look good. The other threaded the needle after cleaning him up the best she could and knelt down in front of him.
“Okay kiddo, now you’re not gonna like this, but I gotta do it. So take a big breath for me and we’ll get this over with, sound good?” Rosie admitted sympathetically. Piecing the skin together, she went to work suturing him up. Funnily enough, she’d done this plenty of times before, so really, it went by much quicker than she anticipated. 
“And...done! Look at you, being such a strong boy. That’s my Alastor alright! Isn’t it?” She cooed, laughing when he bleated happily in response. It wasn’t a common noise, however, it was one characteristic of his deerish nature he didn’t seem to despise. It was…well it was pretty damn cute. To the both of them and especially Rosie. 
Once again she picked him up and carried him into the room. Judging by his increasingly longer yawns, she knew he had to be exhausted. The day didn’t even feel like just a day and for Alastor it must’ve felt like a week at the very least. Discarding his tattered suit, she looked through her chest of drawers and pulled out a pair of fuzzy pajamas. Rosie pulled them over his worn-out, shockingly lanky frame; he looked as if he hadn’t eaten in days. She’d have to do something about that later, she thought. Ruffling the top of his head, she watched as the little one rubbed tiredly at his ever-so drooping eyes and walked across the room to turn out the light. And following that, she turned on the phonograph to its lowest volume. A familiar lullaby flooding the air. He whined slightly at her walking away, earning him a little tease from the other. “Hey now, I’m gonna be right back. I’m not going anywhere.” She sat next to him on the bed and put an arm around his shoulders. “See?”
The fawn turned to look at the woman and blinked slowly. Not quite registering her reappearance until he felt her hand. Alastor huffed, tiredness clouding his mind and tucked his head into her shoulder. Rosie moved to pull the covers down and laid him down underneath them. Dried tear tracks stained his cheeks and right as he was about to fall asleep he turned his head up at her. The same pleading gaze as before, asking her not to leave him. Her hand to her chest, she drew in a breath. 
“Of course my little fawn, I’ll stay. Is that what you’re asking?” Alastor cooed, the smaller holding out his hand. Rosie smiled and took his hand in hers, running her thumb across the top of his fingers. She hummed alongside the phonograph and watched as he drifted off to sleep, breathing lightly as if the day had never even happened. Rosie kissed the top of his forehead, lingering for a minute more before whispering. 
“Sweet dreams darling, I’ll be here when you wake up. Nothing can hurt you now, I promise.” 
Having it all over with, Rosie was happy. It may take time for it all to heal, but at least in the moment, her friend, her little fawn was okay and for her, that was enough.
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jacksdinonuggets · 3 months
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Injuries
summary: Vaggie regressed after being attacked by lute. Luckily Charlie finds her and is very supportive of her small side.
Notes: Thank you to EccentricJester for requesting on Ao3. requests are always open for this stuff if you provide enough plot.
Vaggie was panting heavily once she woke up. She found herself in an alleyway where Lute ripped her wings out and stabbed her eye. She immediately tried to get up, worried that danger might be lingering nearby. She thought they would be back for her. She needed to get somewhere safe and away from people. They would try to finish her off, especially because she was currently in cannibal town.
Vaggie crawled her way over to the dumpster. She lost her balance and slid down the side. Her wings being gone really felt off.
As she laid there, her mind raced with panicked thoughts.
“No, I need to get up. They’re- they're gonna kill me!” She thought. However, the pain and aching was too much for her. She gasped for air, trying to get a hold of herself but as she was left alone with her thoughts of what had just happened, she just kept spiraling. 
Then, this random thought came into her head. ‘I want my mama,’. It was so strange too. She hadn’t met back up with her mom in heaven and can barely even remember what she looked like. Then she realized what was happening to her.
‘No, no, no! I have to stay big! For my own safety,’ she thought. She can’t slip. Not now. But the pain was getting too much and the stress of what she was going to do was unbearable. It was straining and took so much of the little energy she had out of her. She really wanted to start bawling while being rocked in someones hands. 
Vaggie sucked on the tip of her  thumb to relieve some of her anxiety. It unfortunately made her slip further. 
“Holy hell! Are you okay?!” A person yelled out. Vaggie looked up and saw someone rushing towards her with concern on their face. She immediately got scared by the loud noises they were making and curled up into a ball and slid the whole thumb in her mouth.
“Hey, its okay, I’m sorry I scared you,” The person tried to calm her down. Vaggie just whimpered as another wave of pain and burning rushed over her. Being half-way big and half-way small, she really didn’t want to start wailing in front of this new woman.
“I’m Charlie Morningstar. I was checking out the damages from the extermination. Can I please see your eye? I have bandages,” Charlie asked in a soft and soothing voice. Vaggie trusted her, maybe a little too fast. She was feeling small so any kind being she would trust.
“M Vaggie,” She told the stranger.
Vaggie turned a little towards her and took her thumb out of her mouth so Charlie could get a full view of her eye.
“Oh you poor thing, This must really hurt. I’m so sorry, these exterminations can be so brutal,” Charlie began to wrap her face.
“When we get back to my place, I’ll clean it up. Any more injuries?” 
“Wings gone…” Vaggie sniffled as she was reminded about how she was now fallen and without her wings.
“Okay, I’ll take a look at it once we get home. Do you need help getting up?” Charlie purposed. Vaggie nodded, putting the thumb back in her mouth. She was glad Charlie didn’t say anything about it. She was really kind too.
Charlie used all of her strength to pick Vaggie up and carry her back to the limo. As the driver drove them back to the Morningstar Mansion, Vaggie curled up in Charlies lap. It just felt right to do. Charlie let her do it too.
“Hey, I forgot to ask earlier, but do you know how old you’re feeling? Your behavior is telling me you're regressed right now…” She said. Vaggie looked up with tears in her eyes. Not only did this stranger she just met not find her weird and a loser, but she also understood what was happening with her! She held up 3 fingers.
“I see, you’re feeling a bit small, huh?” 
“Mhm,” Vaggie mumbled.
“That’s okay, I’ll put you down for a nap after we take care of your owies, ‘kay?” Charlie explained.
Before long, the limo pulled up to the mansion and the two stepped out. Instead of carrying her, Charlie just let Vaggie lean on her as they walked to the door. Charlie fumbled with her keys before unlocking the door and stepped inside.
“My mom’s out and my dad is at our vacation house so we have the mansion all to ourselves,” she said as she walked Vaggie towards the kitchen. She lifted the girl onto the counter before pulling out a first aid kit from under the sink.
Cleaning the wounds were…difficult to say the least. Vaggie was extremely sensitive at the moment so right when she put disinfectant spray in her empty socket, she cried. It was the type of cry that would make your heartbreak. It made you feel like you had to do anything just to make them be happy again. It was quite literally a child’s.
“Shh, shh, it’s okay, the ouchie feeling will be gone soon, I promise,” Charlie comforted her and held her hand as she sobbed. She was very tall and could easily hug her from the position they were at but she didn’t want to disturb her back injuries. 
After wrapping her eye up and cleaning her back wound, Charlie realized it would be best for her to take a bath before putting her down for a nap. Her short, light gray hair was greasy with sweat and grime. Her body was covered in alleyway dirt and just by the texture of her skin, Charlie could tell had some wiped off blood on it.
It was actually pretty great that Lucifer liked rubber ducks so much because they helped keep Vaggie occupied while Charlie washed her hair and body. Sure, it was a bit awkward but Charlie tried to think of it like that. Luckily, they had waterproof bandages so none of her injuries got wet and hurty.
Once she got Vaggie dried off and into some of her old pajamas (Her newer ones would be too big and baggy), she took her into one of the guest rooms and tucked her in.
“Why you being so nice ta me?” Vaggie babbled in confusion. No one was ever this caring with her. She had to make people fear her in order for them to respect and be kind to her.
“I hate seeing people hurt… and you looked all alone and scared in that alleyway, I just needed to make sure you were alright. I don’t know what it is, but taking care of people and being nice to them, just makes me feel good. It's nice knowing what you did, impacted someone in a positive way,” Charlie explained. She sat at the foot of the bed.
“Sorry, that might be a little too deep for you to understand right now,” She apologized before making her way to head out the room.
“Wait!” Vaggie yelled in a terrified tone.
“I dun wanna be alone… da dark is also scary,” Vaggie whimpered.
“I’ll stay until you fall asleep, how about that?” Charlie offered. The small girl nodded and Charlie went to sit in a chair in the corner.
As Vaggie was falling asleep, Charlie couldn’t help but wonder and worry about the new guest she had. There was a lot of golden blood on her back wound. Was this being possibly an angel? Maybe a fallen one? ‘No’ Charlie thought, ‘an exorcist probably spilled its blood on her’. If a sinner can be injured, most likely an angel can be too. She just knew that when she would wake up the next morning, it would not be fun. They always say the second day is the worst when it comes to recovering. At least Vaggie wouldn’t be alone. She had Charlie to help take care of her.
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