#age regression fic

[shhtickerbook]

Iced Chocolate

chapter four

very quick messy sketch heh. chapter 4 is up under the cut and AO3 c:

chapter one

chapter two

chapter three

Noodle had been up at dawn as usual. Unlike the other staff of the washhouse who got to have an extra hour of rest before beginning a shift, she had to be up just before sunrise to start deliveries of the previous day’s laundry. Whilst they had been able to slip away unnoticed during the day, Noodle still had to upkeep her morning deliveries regardless. Unless they somehow managed to train Tiddles to go out make deliveries himself.

After drudging through the show with the now empty cart, she tiredly dragged it behind her and through the doors into the washhouse. Noodle was surprised to see only Larry and Lottie at work, her other three friends visibly missing. Lottie smiled kindly at her arrival, holding up a steaming mug.

“Noodle! I made your usual for you.”

She presented the mug, which was filled with a hot malt drink, perfect for coming back in from the cold. Lottie always made her a fresh cup of something hot when she returned from deliveries. Noodle warmed her hands against the mug before taking a deep swig. The girl surveyed the room again, frowning.

“Where is everybody? And how’s Willy-?”

She’d been fretting all night about him, still unable to believe just how stupid he was in the first place to walk across thin ice. Even with the assurance from Abacus the night before, she couldn’t help but worry. Lottie laid a hand on the girls shoulder reassuringly, interrupting her spiral.

“Abacus and Piper are upstairs with him, now don’t panic. But Mr Wonka is a bit poorly, the icy water must’ve shot his immune system pretty hard. He had quite a high fever.”

Lottie explained, sitting down to rest her arm over Noodle. Who seemed more concerned for her friend, draining the rest of the mug quickly before rising up. The idea of someone such as Willy Wonka being sick just seemed completely outrageous, he was just the kind of person you couldn’t imagine being frail and unwell.

“I’m gonna go see him-“

Larry looked over at Lottie, who had forgotten one important detail about the chocolatiers current state of mind. The telephonist catching up to the girl before she raced up the stairs. Noodle had been made aware of Willys headspace situation beforehand, but only really once briefly. At first she hadn’t exactly understood it, finding it a rather strange. But after a long talk with Abacus, he managed to wrap her head around the whole situation.

“Noodle wait- before you head up. Willy is feeling a little younger than usual. Yknow like how we explained?”

Noodle paused for a moment upon hearing it, but then shrugged her shoulders. Noodle hadn’t been with Willy that often when he was “small” as they said. But from the sounds of things, he was probably feeling pretty sick right now and likely needed the support.

“That’s Okay, don’t worry”

She smiled before turning on heel to ascend the staircase. Determined to check on her closest friend and brother figure.

-

With the help from Piper yet again, Willy had been successfully delivered back up to his room. The bed had been completely stripped of its soiled sheets and replaced with fresh white linen. Poking its head from underneath the sheet, sat the orange knitted beak of Chester. Willy quickly picking him up to hold close, his glass eyes pressing an imprint onto his cheek.

Although the bath certainly made him feel fresher, his head still felt as if it was stuffed with cotton wool. Standing up just made him feel woozy. When climbing back into the bed, he noticed that a towel had been tucked over the mattress tactfully. At first feeling mortified at what it’s presence clearly implied, but realistically it was probably for the best. The combination of the cool silk pyjamas and clean sheets felt heavenly when he lay back down, Abacus folding the blanket over him once settled.

“There we go lad, much more comfortable i’d say”

Willy dozily nodded, realising he was feeling much smaller now that he was tucked in. Outside the weather had become even fiercer, the blizzard building stronger. The thin glass pane of his window rattling from the wind, Abacus sighing at the poor stability of everything in this terrible excuse for accommodation. Maybe Wonka’s mad ideas of his dream store could truly happen, get them all out of this dreaded place.

Willy smacked his lips for a moment, realising how thirsty he felt. His sore throat still left that foul taste in his mouth, and he was eager to get rid of it. Although in the time it had taken for him to be delivered back up into the room, his headspace had slipped even smaller. The words he wanted to say were there, but it felt as if they were far away, too distant to try and verbalise them.

So instead he weakly pointed towards the sink in his room, grunting a little bit to get attention.

“Hm? What’s the matter?”

Abacus queried, watching in mild amusement as the boy pointed towards the basin. Willy making a grabbing motion with his hands, miming holding something. Thankfully Abacus quickly connected the dots of his request.

“Oh you’re thirsty, of course”

The man got up to fill up a glass, before offering it to the boy. Yet again similarly to the night before, Willys hold on the glass was shaky as best. Willy held it in both hands as he took a sip, but with his quivering grasp the water spilled down the sides and onto his chest. The cold water feeling very uncomfortable as he very nearly dropped it all over himself.

“Oh dear, allow me”

So once more Abacus reached out to hold the cup in place, whilst Willy eagerly gulped down the liquid. Although it didn’t taste very good, as it had quite a strong metallic aftertaste to it. The accountant couldn’t help but chuckle at his expression as he drained the glass.

“I think we’re going to have to consider some alternatives to this lad, certainly a bit too wobbly for a glass just yet”

He spoke fondly, Willy feeling a little embarrassed. He wasn’t wrong though, all his motor functions seemed to be playing against him at the moment. So he just shrugged with a mumble, lying back into the bed once satisfied. Abacus gently laid a hand to his forehead to check his temperature, which was still pretty warm. Wonka certainly seemed very quiet, Abacus noticing how he was choosing to gesture and mumble rather than speak. As he was the person whom Willy was most often regressed around, Abacus had taken many a mental note on his different mannerisms depending on just how little he was feeling.

The combination of illness seemed to slip him even younger it seemed, as this was the first time he’d gone so nonverbal.

“Still a little hot, I may nip down into town and pick up some medicine if it doesn’t come down soon.”

Willy frowned at the idea, highly doubting the idea that this medicine would taste very good. A knock then arrived at the door, Willy lifting his head up from the pillow in interest, before thumping it back down in exhaustion.

“Hey it’s just me, can I come in?”

It was Noodle, her voice sounding kind but concerned. She’s bumped into Piper on the way up, who had filled her in on how crappy he was feeling right now. On the other side of the door, Abacus turned to Willy to check on him.

“Is that alright?”

Willy thought for a moment, he knew that Noodle was aware of his headspace now. But there still was that mild anxiety, Noodle was like his little sister. He kept her safe, looked out for her. He wasn’t sure if it was okay for that role to swap over, especially when she relied on him.

But after a long conversation with Abacus and himself, she assured him that it was okay. She wanted to be there for him. So Willy gave Abacus the nod, who called out to her.

“Come on in Noodle.”

The door creaked open and Noodle stepped inside, smiling fondly when seeing Willy tucked inside the bed. It was funny how his tall lanky frame managed to look so tiny in that bed. Willy tried to sit up straight in bed, although it made his head throb again. He tucked his stuffed toucan under the sheet self consciously, poor Chester giving a silent imaginary squawk of indignity.

Even though he felt dreadfully small, there was still that anxious part of him that wanted to seem big for Noodles sake. The girl in question just scoffed at his weak attempt to seem fine when it was extremely evident he wasn’t, perching on the end of his bed with a grin.

“Willy, you don’t need to pretend. I know you’re a baby right now”

Even Abacus couldn’t hold back a chuckle at the blunt comment, before attempting to cover it up with a very fake sounding cough. Willy looked up in complete outrage, scowling at them both rather adorably.

“Nuh a baby..”

He mumbled, still struggling with his words. But Noodles comment had pulled him from his silence, who just laughed in response. Finding his face truly priceless.

“Really? Coulda fooled me.”

Willy frowned at her teasing before giving her a small smile, it was relieving that she still treated him like usual. One thing he was worried about with Noodle knowing, was if it changed the way she saw him, treated him awkwardly or acted unnaturally. But it was clear she was still the same old snarky teenager he loved.

Abacus decided to take the opportunity to get up, deciding to allow the two some quality time whilst he attempted to sneak into town to pick up some things. Not before gently stroking back Willys damp curls tenderly.

“I best head out and pick you up some medicine young man, but I trust Noodle to keep you in check. I don’t suppose that Benz may come check up soon too.”

Willy nodded, only feeling a little apprehensive. Abacus had been caring for him all morning and him leaving did make him feel a little anxious. But when Noodle reached out and squeezed his hand, he couldn’t feel any safer.

“I’m usually the one keeping him out of trouble regardless Abacus, if it weren’t for me he’d be inside a tigers belly right now- or frozen in the bottom of that lake”

She pointed out knowingly, eyebrow raised cheekily, Wonkas cheeks burning scarlet. Nearly got eaten by a tiger actually. The accountant closed the door gently behind him as he left, knowing that Noodle would keep a good eye on him. Noodle scooted further up the bed, lifting a hand to feel his forehead. Abacus wasn’t wrong, he certainly had a temperature.

“You’re such an idiot y’know, you’re lucky you got away with just a bad fever. If you weren’t careful you could’ve added to the number of skeletons at the bottom of that lake.”

She wriggled her fingers in a spooky way, Willys eyes widening in alarm. Noodle having momentarily forgotten that he was feeling younger than usual. Probably not the best time to make jokes in that manner, backtracking her statement.

“Hey but uh- you’re okay! I was just joking about the skeletons- I think. You’re just lucky you had your sis Noodle looking after ya, as always.”

The word slipped from her mouth without realising, although the pair shared an obvious sibling-like connection with eachother. Neither of them had verbalised it yet, until of course that very moment. Noodle felt her cheeks burning, panicking incase she’d overstepped. Yet Willys eyes shone like stars at the sentence, weakly reaching out to hold her hand with a small grin.

“Sister…”

He mumbled , squeezing her hand in his. Noodle met his eyes and smiled too, there was something different about him like this. Even through his obvious illness, his eyes sparkled with a childlike optimism, innocence. For the first time she really understood and saw the younger headspace he was in.

“Yeah, but more like big sister i think at the moment. Figures though, how many times have I saved your butt now?”

She chuckled, wondering what on earth would’ve happened to the poor chocolatier if she hadn’t met him. She noticed how his eyelids were beginning to flutter, the boy yawning as he rubbed his eyes sleepily. He’d only been awake a few hours but was somehow just as exhausted as when he spent all day out in town selling chocolate.

“You need some sleep.”

She firmly stated, Willy feeling too weak to argue on the matter. Noodle pulled the blanket further up his frame, finding the small knitted Toucan sprawled out and tangled in the mattress.

“Cant forget this lil guy.”

She manipulated his floppy wings up and down to mimic flight as she handed him over. Willy accepting the little bird and tucking him under his chin like always did, breathing in his faint cocoa scent. As noodle lifted the blanket to tuck it over his shoulder, he turned over before she could fold it, holding it open.

“Stay?”

He looked up with the most manipulative puppy dog eyes, mot wanting to be alone right now. Especially with how little he was feeling. Noodle chuffed in amusement, biting her lip as she considered it. She’d been up since dawn and was in-fact feeling pretty beat herself.

In defeat with a shrug and a chuckle, she began to unlace her boots. Willy managing one of his signature grins, soon enough he felt Noodle join him under the sheets in the small single bed. But somehow they managed to fit inside comfortably, Noodle linking her free hand with his once tucked underneath the sheets. Both holding onto eachother for warmth in the chilly room.

Cuddled up beside her brother, Noodle couldn’t quite remember the last time she felt so safe, as did Willy. Both pseudosiblings embracing close before they soon both fell fast asleep in each other’s hold.

[buckys-little-belle]

Im scared to but my first Barbie, but I really want one! Sooooo bad. Can you maybe write Steve and Bucky meeting a she/her reader in the Barbie spot in a store and being nice to her? Maybe buying her a Barbie and some clothes? And they are just nice?

Barbie Aisle Buddies

Stucky x Shy!Little!Reader (She/Her Pronouns Used)

Warnings - The reader is generally a worry wart so she has a bit of 'panic' and worry during this fic, it gets resolved by the end and fluff ensues after her worry.

Notes - I honestly pulled inspiration from a fic I had written a while ago about a shy reader in a toy aisle, so I hope it's okay that I made the ready shy. This is also pretty short! But also so cute!!! Also I know it can be scary going to a store and buying toys but I promise you it's okay! I have bought so many Barbies and Barbie toys like clothes, and I described a Barbie I own in this story! Don't let worry eat you up, go buy the Barbie! Trust me when I tell you it's worth the worry, having fun dolls that I get to play with and dress up is so fun and I don't regret getting them! You only live once bubba, don't let the worry get you down for too long! I hope you get a Barbie soon!!! <3

SFW - Keep all interactions with the post, and this blog, SFW!

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Y/n had been hyping herself up for a month now. Twenty dollars in her pocket, and a determined state of mind were all she had as she walked up and down the Barbie aisle of her local grocery store. It was a small selection of dolls, yet so overwhelming at the same time.

Some dolls had different jobs, chef, doctor, fashion designer. Others had fancy outfits or animal sidekicks. It was hard to pick just one doll, but seeing as she only had enough money for one doll, she knew she had to pick just one.

"Hello." A man's voice broke through her overthinking, a man stood just a few feet away, dressed in a t-shirt and jeans, some worn out sneakers on his feet. He looked familiar, though Y/n couldn't place just where she had seen him before. "I'm Steve." He smiled, turning to look at the same shelf she had her eyes on previously. "It's hard to pick one, isn't it?"

"Um." Y/n panicked, trying to remember the excuse she had made up regarding why she was in this aisle. Did she land on 'getting a toy for a friend's kid' or 'I have a birthday party to attend'?

"Steve!" Another man's voice called out. This time a man dressed all in black, combat boots and gloves included, planted himself a few feet away. "Hi there, Doll." He smiled, Y/n couldn't help but smile back, the man's charm winning her over. "Which one do you have your eye on?" He asked as he scanned the shelves, hands crossed over his chest, looking at the plethora of choices like he too was thinking about getting one.

"Oh, I'm not, I'm just, you know, a, I don't, I." Y/n began stuttering, trying to get out an excuse, any excuse, to make them believe she wasn't buying a Barbie doll for herself.

"Dolls don't have an age, Doll." The man without a name chuckled. "If you're looking for a Barbie to play with I would suggest one that comes with a few items." He began pointing to a few sets she had looked at, but sets that were over her budget.

"I like this one." Y/n quickly grabbed a doll she had her eye on. She was a chef and came with a pan and what looked to be a fried egg. She had a chefs hat and coat, and looked fun enough, but the biggest pull was it was the only doll with accessories that was in her price range.

"She'll need some everyday clothes." Steve squatted down to a lower shelf, rummaging through some small containers for a set of clothes.

"I can't, I just. This is all I can get." Y/n smiled with a hint of self conciseness. Admitting you didn't have a lot of Barbie money to strangers wasn't the end all be all, but at the same time it still felt extremely venerable.

"Well, Doll." The unnamed man with a smile full of charm spoke again. "It's your lucky day then." He pulled the cart Steve must have brought closer to the shelf. "Pick whatever you want."

"What?" Y/n shook her head taking a step back, confused as to what he meant.

Steve was the one to speak up this time. "You don't know who we are, I'm guessing." His smile was softer, more gentle. "I was formally known as Captain America." The truth felt like a weight had been lifted off Y/n's shoulders, her happy to know that she wasn't crazy for thinking he looked familiar.

"And I'm his sidekick, Bucky Barnes, formally known as The Winter Soldier." Mr Unnamed added on.

"Oh." Y/n nodded her head, taking in the two men, even more confused as to why they were wasting their time in a local stores Barbie aisle with her. "Sorry for bothering you."

Y/n was ready to dash with her doll, worried that the super soldiers she just met would grow tired of her quiet demeanor. "Doll." Bucky called out, his voice commanding yet it still had a joking tone to it. "Come back here and pick at least four things."

"Buck." Steve whispered loudly.

"Steve." Bucky said back, his tone condescending. "Doll, please let us but you some dolls. It would make our day." She still hadn't turned around and had half a heart to run, yet for some reason she turned around and took a good look at the shelf.

There really were some sets she'd love to have, like the farmers market stand and a little dog set, and Steve was right, her doll needed everyday clothes. "You won't make fun of me?" She asked, worry surrounding each word.

"Wouldn't dream of it." Steve put his hand over his heart, an action that made her giggle.

"I'm Y/n." She finally gave them her name, a small smile breaking past her worried expression.

"It's nice to meet you, Y/n." Bucky and Steve said at the same time, the three of them laughing.

"Which outfit do you think your doll would look best in?" Steve held out a few options, letting Y/n ponder over them as Bucky tried to convince her to pick the Barbie camper as one of her choices, as if she had a spot for such a big play set.

"I like this one." She pointed to a package that help a blue dress, pick shirt, and jean skirt. The shoes were cute too, and she got excited at the idea of dressing her doll in the outfit.

So there they all stood, Steve and Bucky trying to convince Y/n to get super expensive things, and Y/n trying to figure out how she got so lucky to have two super soldiers worrying over her new doll collection.

[lttl3babybug]

Are you okay with people 18+ interacting? Do you do Hazbin Hotel requests

If so can you do headcanons or a fic about Alastor with a little who accidentally summoned him to Earth

@babiegurlmuffin

I am a-okay with people 18+ interacting as long as they’re here for complete sfw reasons and have a sfw account as I am still a minor myself! Thank you for asking sweetheart :3

Of course I can write that for you! You’re my first hazbin request! (Even tho I posted a stimboard before this, this has been sat in my request box for like 2 weeks now) How exciting!! Hope you like this!!

Crayon scribbles

Your day had been terrible to put it lightly, too loud, too bright, too much. So when you could retreat home to your little space god were you ecstatic, the calming hues of your room immediately setting your mind at ease. Between the pacifier between your lips and your comfiest outfit on you were ready for a relaxing night.

It was all going so smoothly, laying on the floor while an old Disney cartoon played on your laptop and cuddled up to an old deer plush. Red crayon in hand, happily doodling away until it started to burn, dropping it out of instinct. “Huh…” you mumble, maybe it was hand cramp. Attempting to pick it up again, once again you heard the singe of the paper as if touched your skin. This time it was accompanied by the loud static of ah old radio and a bright red light coming from your paper. Scrambling away, plushie in hand you watched as a figure formed at the centre of the light. Then it all stopped. And he was there.

“Pleasure to make your acquaintance! I am Alastor, the radio demon, although I assume you knew that since you summoned me! Now how may I be of assistance?”

The large smile plastered across his face wasn’t helping the immense fear you felt, tears burning in your eyes as he held his hand out for you to shake, “Why are you here?” Your voice came out small and weak, cowering away from the self proclaimed ‘Radio Demon’ standing in the middle of your bedroom.

He bent down to meet your gaze, scanning your scared expression. “You don’t…know who I am?” he asked with a confused laugh. The radio filter over his voice wavering momentarily, you shook your head clutching the deer close to you. “Well, that makes things a lot more complicated doesn’t it?” He stood upright once again, pulling you with him.

“Whatever is going on here?” Alastor raised an eyebrow and prodded a few of your drawings and stuffies with his cane, a confused expression written across his face as he did so. He eyed up the pacifier in your mouth and hummed lightly, “aren’t you a little too old for that?” He mused, a smirk on his face. You shook your head, “No…no sir, I don’t think so”. You sounded so scared, so confused. It was almost getting to him. Almost. The picture of innocence stood before him, having accidentally summoned him with simple crayon scribbles. Well he couldn’t not play along! Tilting your chin up with his index finger and examining your features, “how old are you my dear?”

Such an innocent question, such a complex answer. “…4” you’d mumble past the pacifier, then it clicked in him. He’d seen this before in a few of his acquaintances at the hotel, “Why of course! How could I be so silly to think you were anything but I little fawn, well aren’t you just darling” he’d changed his demeanour quite rapidly. Pinching your cheek and straightening out your outfit so it sat right. This was new…and strange, but it felt right. Watching him fuss over you while he led you towards your bed, sitting down on it and patting the spot beside him and not knowing why, you sat next to him.

“My my, someone’s had quite the big day haven’t they?” He hummed, turning to to face him, “and what’s this one’s name?” He asked politely pointing towards your stuffed deer, “…’s called Lena” you mumbled from behind your pacifier. He hummed in content before looking around and spotting your laptop on the floor, “Hm, I see your a fan of those noisy screens.” A sense of distaste in his voice, you watched as he closed the laptop screen with his cane and pushed it to the side. “You’ll be having none of that while I’m here little one, just good old fashioned radio” Alastor proudly declared, standing up and tapping his cane on the floor.

That horrible scratchy static returned until he bonked it once again, it started playing a calming melody. He ruffled your hair and laid you down in your bed, tucking you in under your fleece blankets the music soothed you. It helped you forget your worries of today, helped you forget how scary everything was moments ago when he’d just appeared in your room. Now here he was, humming you a soft tune and sending you off to sleep. “Rest well little fawn. You know where to find me if needed…”

[littlespacereader]

It’s my Birthday!!🥳🎊🎉

And in celebration of my birthday I made a Criminal Minds Readers fic! Please enjoy!!

Big Birthday, Little Birthday

Caregiver!BAU Family & GN Little! Reader. Completely SFW:)

Tags: BAU team as a family of Caregivers, birthday party, presents, cake, diapers mentioned, play arguing, pacifiers, sippy cup

Nicknames: little one, darling, sweetheart, kid, kiddo and la mia gioi (my joy in Italian), birthday kiddo, Daddy Hotch - Morgan’s joke to Hotch, babygirl - Morgan’s nickname to Garcia

I walked into work, hands in my pocket and my head hanging low. Today’s my birthday, which is normally a happy celebration to anyone else, but to me it wasn’t.

It just reminded me that I’m another year older which frustrated me to no end. It wasn’t like I could just stop aging, I knew that, but the idea of being older hurt my little self tremendously.

The comments people say like “Wow you’re getting so big now! I can’t believe you’re that age” or “You’re really growing up” just make me want to stomp my foot and go “No! I’m still little! I’m still just a little kid.” But not everyone would truly understand what I mean by that.

So I simply stopped telling people my birthday and avoided it all together. That was…until I joined the BAU.

I didn’t realize how close I would become to the team and how close they would become with me. My regression was something I kept to myself for years but after a particularly tough case I regressed involuntarily on the plane back and the whole team found out it.

I thought that I would be fired soon after, but instead the team looked after me and was accepting of my regression. All of them acted as Caregivers to me. Some like JJ, Morgan and especially Hotch make an effort to look after me all the time, regardless of if we’re on a case or not.

So it should’ve been no surprise to me what happened today.

I walked out of the elevator and into the bullpen to find it completely empty. I paused the unusual sight.

“What the hell?” I said to myself.

My first glance was to Hotch and Rossi’s offices which were completely dark. Now that is odd. Hotch is always the first one to work. If anyone was going to be here, it was him.

I glanced at my watch. 7:34 am. We had to be at work by 7:30. I was running a bit late but that meant the whole team running later than me? Where is everyone? Did work get canceled and no one told me?

But just as I was about to investigate strange occurrence my answer surprised me.

“SURPRISE!!!” The team jumped up and shouted.

Balloons and confetti flew into the air as everyone came out of their hiding spots. I couldn’t help but smile at the excited team. But I was mostly in shock. No one’s ever thrown me a surprise party.

“Happy birthday!!” Garcia was the first to run up and give me a hug out, knocking me out of my shocked state.

“Thank you,” I said squeezed in the tight hug. Once we broke apart I looked at the team confused, “How did you guys know?”

“Are you kidding me? I make a point of having everyones birthday’s written down.” Rossi explained.

Before I had a chance to say anything Morgan snuck over and put a big cake hat on my head. “There we go! Today your birthday royalty! Come on, we got you a cake!”

The group lead me over to the desk that had my surprise birthday cake. As I walked over to the desk I looked for Hotch, a bit overwhelmed by the surprise party. But I was getting ushered too fast by everyone that I couldn’t see him.

Emily noticed and smiled back at me with a gentle grin, “Come on everyone, let’s not crowd them. They’re still in shock from the surprise.”

I sat at the desk with the chocolate cake infront of me. The cake was filled with candles to the point of causing an actual fire. In the middle sat two number candles that screamed in my face the age I was turning.

“Make a wish sweetheart,” JJ said pulling out her camera.

That number, the never ending climbing number of my age stared back at me. My smile turned to a bit of a frown as I stared at the cake. With one big breath I managed to blow out all the candles in one go. Everyone cheered and smiled but I was struggling to do the same.

A soft hand held my shoulder and brought me out of my sadness in a heartbeat. I looked up to see Hotch swooping in like a knight in shinning armor.

While everyone was busy getting something to cut the cake Hotch pulled up a seat next to me. “I tried to talk them out of it but it’s a BAU tradition and they insisted you get the special treatment too,” He joked. “But don’t worry this is just the first party, the second party will be a bit more relaxed.”

I looked at him confused. “Second party?”

“Well today’s your birthday so we’re going to celebrate you entirely, both your big self and your little self. This party is for your big self. Later we’re all going to go to Rossi’s house and celebrate all over again so your younger self can enjoy your birthday too.” Hotch explained.

I just stared at him as tears started to form in my eyes. It was as if all that anger and frustration built over the years had finally released. They understood and they cared. They didn’t see me as getting older, they still saw me as their little one. They’re truly my chosen family.

“Thank you!!” Was all I managed to croak out before I gave Hotch a tight hug. He chuckled and wrapped his arms around me.

“Hey now what’s this? Is Hotch’s gift so terrible it made you cry?” Morgan joked as he came over with the knife to cut the cake.

We broke a part and I shook my head. “No it’s not him, it’s all of you. I…I usually hate my birthday but this,” I looked up at my team. “All of this, it’s so sweet of you.”

“Wait until later! I got you the BEST gift.” Spencer exclaimed excitedly.

“Ohhhhh I doubt that Spence. You haven’t seen what I got them. I’m sure I’ll be the favorite one tonight.” JJ said winking at me.

“You can fight about who got the better gift later. For now let them eat the cake so I can get a slice myself. After all it’s bad luck to eat the cake before the birthday kiddo.” Rossi explained.

I couldn’t help but laugh. Morgan cut me a piece of cake and I took the first bite, allowing everyone else to get their slice and eat.

The rest of the morning and afternoon was a little bit of working and a little bit of my “big” birthday party. After cake everyone gave me what they called “adult present” which really was just a new coffee mug, a lamp and other boring stuff.

Then it was off to do paper work for the rest of the day. I was not allowed to do anything without the cake hat on my head though, that was the birthday rule despite my persuading.

The whole work day I was buzzing with excitement of what they had planned for me when we got back to Rossi’s house tonight. The more I thought of it, the more I wanted to regress and just get to the party. But I couldn’t! I had a real job and real work to do.

So like any reasonable Regressor, I sped up my work and did everything in record time so I could regress. With my stack of files finally accomplished, I picked them up and made my way to Hotch’s office.

It was a rule set up by the team after finding out about my regression that I should always see one of them and tell them I’m feeling smaller, whether I was on a case, in the office or even at home. That way I could regress in the safety of one of them.

So perfect opportunity! I had to drop off the files to Hotch and I’m feeling smaller, it’s a win win! Plus if I’m being honest with myself… I’m the closest Hotch. He’s just so gentle and fatherly!

Hotch was hunched over his own files when I knocked on the door and entered. His focus frown immediately turned to a small smile seeing me enter the office with this ridiculous cake hat still on.

“You couldn’t get out of wearing it?” He joked.

“I tried to argue but they said it’s tradition.” I shrugged.

I handed him the files then took a seat across from him. “I completely the files and filled out the paperwork so it can be analyzed. Oh! And I examined the lab reports and wrote about them too!”

Hotch listened to me overly and enthusiastically explain my paperwork to him. The moment I walked in he knew I was regressing so why hide it? That’s the problem when all your Caregivers are profilers. They know everything just by looking at you.

“That’s great Y/N, thank you. Are you starting to regress now that it’s getting close to your party?” He asked. I eagerly nodded.

“Okay, then you’re gonna stay with me till we’re ready to leave. Sound good darling?” Hotch said, standing up from his desk to close his office’s door.

“Sounds good!” I smiled back. Crossing the room going back to his desk he ruffled my hair a bit.

“I have a little surprise for you while you wait.” He said once seated again.

He opened his desk drawer and pulled out a wrapped gift. “It’s a little something I found in a shop on our last case. A small present before your party.”

I eagerly ripped the paper away to reveal a new coloring book and crayons. I gasped and eagerly looked through the pages. “It’s so cool! Thank you!!” I jumped from my chair and ran around the desk to hug Hotch.

He chuckled and hugged me back. “I’m happy you like it. It’s just a little taste of what’s to come tonight. But now I sadly gotta keep working on my boring paperwork. Why don’t you color a picture for someone while you wait?”

“Great idea!” I ran back to my chair and got to work coloring away.

I was in my 4th picture when Rossi entered the room. “Hey kiddo, what you’d got there?” He peered over my shoulder.

“Hotch got me a safari animal coloring book!”

“Really?! How exciting!” Rossi said patting my shoulder. He smirked at Hotch, “He couldn’t wait till your party to give it to you?”

Hotch smirked and tried to shrug it off, “One little present before the party won’t hurt.”

Rossi couldn’t help but smile. Hotch is the toughest agent he’s ever known in the BAU. But even his cold exterior was no match for Y/N’s little side.

“Well I came in here to tell the two of you that everyone’s done for the day. Are you ready for your party?” he leaned and asked me.

“YES!!! FINALLY! Let’s go! Let’s go! LET’S GOOOO!!”

~~~

Thankfully the ride to Rossi’s house wasn’t too long because I was so excited to see what they had planned. Once we arrived JJ and Garcia took my hands and lead me to the door.

“Okay now I want you to close your eyes.” Garcia instructed.

With my eyes closed they guided me into the house. Once they got me in the right spot the two shouted “Open!”

I gasped once I opened my eyes. The whole house was decorated!! Streamers, balloons and little decorations everywhere. On the dinning room table next to me sat matching plates and cups all with a printed theme from my favorite tv show.

Again, I could feel myself getting a bit teary eyed. “It’s so pretty! I love it!! Thank you!” I turned and hugged JJ.

“It was a group effort…but I’ll gladly take the hug.” JJ wrapped her arms around me, hugging me tightly.

The moment we broke apart Morgan picked me up and spun me around on his shoulder. “It’s present time kiddo. Come on, I got you the best present!” I couldn’t breathe I was laughing so hard.

Spencer chimed in behind us, “I definitely have the best present!”

“Wait until they sees mine. All your present will be left in the dust.” Emily added.

The coffee table infront of the couch was filled with presents. Morgan dropped me down with a plop onto the plush couch causing me to bounce. I couldn’t help but giggle.

“Careful we don’t want to hurt them before they get all these presents!” Garcia said getting me more and more excited.

I sat up and looked in awe at the colorful boxes! I couldn’t wait to open them all up!

“Wait! Where they’re birthday hat?” Emily asked seeing my cake hat missing.

“Leave it, they’ve had it on long enough today.” Hotch chimed in, sticking up for me.

“Ohhhhhh Daddy Hotch to the rescue.” Morgan joked, rolling his eyes playfully.

“Enough bickering! Here kiddo, you can open mine first.” Rossi said grabbing his gift bag and handing it over to me. He sat next to me and watched me open his gift.

I immediately dived into the bag and unwrapped my first gift which was a plastic cooking set! “Wowwwww!!” My eyes looked at all the little pieces of plastic food. It even came with a little apron and chef’s hat for me to wear.

“Now when I’m cooking in the kitchen, you can cook along side me.” Rossi pointed out.

I turned and hugged him. “Thank you!”

“Of course la mia gioi.” Rossi said as we broke apart. He always knew I loved when he spoke Italian. La mia gioi means my joy in Italian.

Next up is Garcia who had the most colorful gift wrapping. It was almost a crime to rip the paper…almost. I ripped it away to reveal the softest elephant stuffed animal in the world! I immediately brought it close and hugged it.

“Elephants are a sign of good luck, so wherever you and your elephant go you’ll always be lucky.” She explained.

I gave her a hug, the elephant squished between us. “Thank you!”

“Of course sweetie! Now all it needs is a name,” She pointed out.

I take a good look at the elephant, but there was only one name that made sense. “Lucky!” I smiled looking at my stuffie.

Garcia smiled, “That’s a perfect name!” I placed Lucky at my side and the presents continued on.

Next up is Emily who in an “end all competition” for who has the best present with JJ, Spencer and Morgan. Emily took a seat next to me and handed me her gift.

I immediately ripped it up to reveal the softest blanket ever!! And it was so long! I could be wrapped twice over in this blanket! “Oh my God it’s soooooooooo soft!!” I couldn’t help but bring it close to Lucky and I.

“Now every time you start to regress I can wrap you up like a little burrito.” She joked poking my sides causing me to giggle. She stood up and wrapped the blanket around me.

“Thank you!” I made sure to give her a hug as well.

“Of course sweetheart. I’m so happy you like it.”

Next up is JJ who took her seat next to Emily. “Here darling,” she said handing me the box.

I quickly opened it and gasped. It’s something I’ve wanted for a while! A miniature farm play set complete with the little cows, chickens and sheep!

“It’s a farm!! And I got cows and sheep and chickens!” I picked it up and showed everyone who lit up seeing my excitement.

I stood up and gave JJ a hug. “Thank you!!”

“You’re so welcome! I’m so happy you like it.”

Once I went to sit down she eyed Morgan and winked. He rolled his eyes. “Alright kid, the best present is right here.”

Morgan stood up and grabbed his present, handing it over to me. I couldn’t wait to see what it was, considering the hype behind it. So I immediately started to rip the wrapping away.

Morgan’s gift was a collection of art supplies compete with a new set of colored pencils, markers and a new sketchbook. It all came together in a little case so it would be easy to bring on the go. Again, I gasped looking at the present.

“Our little artist here could use some new supplies. I’ve been seeing you struggling with those old colored pencils and figured you needed an upgrade.” Morgan boasted.

“I love it!! Thank you!!” And like everyone before Morgan got a hug.

“Of course kid! Couldn’t have my artist left with subpar supplies.” Morgan joked. Once I went back to sit, Morgan looked over at Spencer. “Try to beat that pretty boy.” He winked.

Spencer rolled his eyes and got up to hand me his gift. It was HEAVY! By far the heaviest of all the gifts. Like all the other gifts, I ripped into it to reveal a book. Not just any book though, this book was The Illlustrated Encyclopedia of Fish.

“Wow!” I said, flipping through the book.

“You got them a book? That’s your wonderful present? A book?” Morgan asked.

“This is not just a book, it’s an Illlustrated copy of the Encyclopedia of Fish. It has every sea creature with pictures and descriptions. It’s a perfect gift for them! They love animals and this is every sea creature known at the moment.”

“At the moment?” Rossi asked.

“Every year we know discover over 2,000 new marine species. We know more about space than we do our own oceans which make up 71% of our planet. Studies say-.”

Spencer’s rambling was cut off by my thank you hug. “Thank you! I love it!” I broke apart from our hug. “Can you read it to me later?”

Spencer lit up with a smile, “I would love to.” After I walked back to my spot Spencer just turned and smiled at Morgan with all the sass in the world.

Finally it was Hotch’s turn for his present. His present was the smallest of the group. But knowing Hotch, it was the most thoughtful.

I opened the tiny box to reveal something I’ve wanted for the longest time but was always too shy to ask or get, a pacifier. I stared at it in awe before looking up at Hotch. He just smiled and nodded his head for me to try it.

I immediately popped it into my mouth and within seconds I started to feel myself regress further. With a heavy sigh I looked back at Hotch and smiled, “I wove it!” I said around the pacifier but my words got a bit muffled.

The group laughed but we’re all gushing over how cute I looked with the pacifier.

“I know you’ve been wanting one for a while now. I even got it in your favorite color.” Hotch explained. “Best part is what it comes with.” Hotch stood up and grabbed something from the gift box I missed.

He attached a colorful band to the pacifier and then clipped the other end to my shirt. “There,” he added. “Now you’ll never lose it.”

I jumped up and hugged him tightly. “Tank yuu.” I mumbled around the pacifier.

He hugged me back just as tight. “Anything for you little one.”

And with that, the gift giving was over and you know what that means…ITS PLAY TIME!!

While Rossi, Hotch and Emily went into the kitchen to cook dinner, I stayed in the living room and started to play with all the new toys with JJ, Garcia, Spencer and Morgan!

First we played farm with my new farm set. Which was so funny! JJ and I were farmers and Morgan was a sheep, Spencer was a cow and Garcia was a chicken. It was hilarious hearing Spencer and Morgan argue over who should have the bigger stall at the farm.

Then we played restaurant! I took everyone’s orders as they sat on the couch and pretended they were at a fancy restaurant.

“Here’s your food sir,” I said handing Spencer a plate of plastic chicken and plastic watermelon.

“I asked for an apple not watermelon.” Spencer pointed out.

“Wow sounds like a real Karen at the table behind us, right babygirl?” Morgan said overly loud to Garcia. I started giggling.

“I’m not being a Karen! I ordered an apple.”

“It was the chef’s choice to make it a watermelon.” I added.

“Who’s the chef?” Spencer asked. I turned round and pointed to Lucky who was now sporting the chef’s hat and apron.

“Oh! My apologies. I didn’t know that Lucky was cooking.” Spencer quickly recovered. “Thank you for the meal.” He winked at me.

Then I went over to the next table of Morgan and Garcia. “How is the food?”

“It’s absolutely divine! My compliments to the chef.” Garcia said in a super fancy tone.

“I couldn’t agree more.” Morgan added in the same tone.

“Alright, enough restaurant. The real chef has finished dinner.” Rossi said entering the room.

Everyone entered the dining room. In the center of the table sat tonight’s meal and another the cake! For dinner Rossi cooked my favorite meal of all time! He’s the best!

I knew immediately where I was sitting, the telltale sign being the only one with plastic utensils and a sippy cup.

Everyone took their seats and started to dig into the dinner. I sat at the head of the table, Hotch at my right and Emily at my left. Periodically the two would cut food when I needed or wipe my face with a napkin, both of which I was always grateful for.

Then after eating dinner it was time for the best part…THE CAKE!! This cake was the cutest! Themed along with everything else. But the best part about it was the number candle in the middle which was simply the number 2, my little age.

As everyone started to sing happy birthday, I couldn’t be more happy and grateful for my BAU family. They organized and made my birthday so special to both my big self and my little self.

“Make a wish Y/N.” Hotch said at the end of the song.

With my wish in mind and one mighty breath I blew out all the candles in one go. Then it was cake time!!

Most to the cake ended up on my shirt and face mostly due to my excitement to eat it as fast as humanly possible. And while you might think that would be embarrassing, it wasn’t with my little family. They simply found it adorable.

“You have more cake on your face than your plate sweetheart.” Emily joked. “After dinner we gotta get you changed.”

And so she did. Using some spare pajama left here for this very reason, I was changed into the comfortable pjs as well as a diaper.

With myself now changed and padded, I spent the rest of my birthday night relaxing with my amazing Caregivers on the couch.

I used Morgan’s new art set and made some pictures for everyone. But as the night started getting later, I started to get more tired.

I popped my pacifier in my mouth and searched for Lucky. Then I grabbed Lucky and my new blanket, holding them both in my arms. Finally I grabbed Spencer’s book and brought it over to him, taking a seat along side him.

“You want me to read about some fish?” Spencer asked, I simply nodded.

“Alright, let’s get you comfortable first.” Spencer put the book in his lap before he helped wrap me up in the soft blanket. “There you go. Now you’re ready to hear about some marine mammals.”

He wrapped one arm around my shoulders and flipped open the book with the other. “What should we start reading about?”

I rested my head in his shoulder stretch my legs over his lap. I pointed out a chapter on whales.

“Whale? Okay, page 126 then.” He flipped to the page and started to read. “Whales are a widely distributed and diverse group of fully aquatic placental marine mammals. Whales can range from 8.5 feet to 98 feet in length, making them the largest mammals to ever live.”

As Spencer started to read on my eyes started to get heavier and heavier. Eventually I just gave into the sleepy feeling and snuggled closer to Spencer, letting my eyes close and drifting off to him talking about the different types of whales.

“Certain species like the humpback whale communicate using melodic sounds known as a whale song. Humpback whales only have been heard making clicks, while toothed whales use sonar to communicate with one another,” Spencer continued on.

“Spence,” JJ whispered to him. He lifted his head from the book and looked over at her. She just nodded her head in Y/N’s direction. Spencer looked down to see Y/N peacefully asleep wrapped around his side. He smiled and closed the book.

“Well your gift is good for something.” Morgan joked whispering as well.

“Don’t listen to him it’s a great gift. Y/N looked so excited to hear you read it.” Hotch pointed out.

“They loved everything more than I could’ve imagined.” Garcia smiled.

“How are we going to top this next year?” Emily asked.

“I already have a few ideas.” Morgan smirked.

The family laughed.

“They needed this, that last case was tough for them.” JJ added.

“They needed this and we needed this. They do just as much for us as we do for them.” Rossi pointed out.

They all nodded in agreement. Everyone needed a break away from the harsh and sometimes disturbing job they all work for. Regression was not only beneficial for Y/N, it was beneficial for them too.

“To many more birthday to come for our little one,” Rossi raised his glass. They all cheers, all except Spencer who couldn’t move with a sleeping Y/N at his side.

“Happy birthday Y/N.” Spencer whispered, leaning over and kissing the top of Y/N’s head.

[honeybeewritings]

just wanna help{b.b.}

✰ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: upset little

✰ 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: caregiver!bucky barnes x little!gn!reader

✰ 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 350 words

✰ 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: you're upset that buggy has to leave again so you sneak your favorite stuffie into his bag to make him feel better

✰ 𝐀/𝐍: for my fellow kiddos with anxiety when it comes to loved ones.

✰ 𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐁𝐲: @laurellaa

you knew this mission was coming but you were still sad to see bucky lacing up his boots and getting ready to go.

he helped you get ready for the night and started getting himself ready.

you were standing in the doorway, clutching your favorite stuffie, and watching him sadly.

bucky noticed you and walked over to you, kissing your forehead. "it's a short one this time dovie. only a week and then i'm home."

your eyes started stinging and you hugged bucky as hard as you could. "gonna miss you buggy." you cried. "b-be... be good n... n..." bucky pat your head as you sobbed into him.

it happened every time he had to go on a mission. he knew you were always scared for him but you usually held it together when he was leaving for shorter ones.

you two stood there for a few minutes, bucky reassuring you the whole time. your crying soon calmed down and reduced to sniffles. you pulled out of the hug and wiped your nose with your shirt.

bucky sat you on the bed and you kept watching him silently. he had forgotten something in the other room and an idea popped into your head.

you looked through the door to make sure he was gone and you scrambled of the bed, quickly opening his dufflebag, and shoved your stuffie down the side of it.

"protec' buggy." you whispered as you closed the bag.

you walked into the room bucky was in and gave him another hug. "'m tired. goin' t'bed," you yawned. "nini buggy."

bucky smiled at your sudden change of heart, thinking nothing of it, and returned the hug. "good night little dovie. i love you." he whispered.

"wuv you too."

he carried you to your room and tucked you, giving you one last forehead kiss before he left. "a week little dovie. i promise."

he grabbed his stuff and headed toward the avengers tower. he couldn't handle seeing you upset like that.

he barely paid attention to anything until he was on the jet.

he opened his bag to get his clothes for the mission and noticed your stuffie. he choked back tears as he took it out.

you protect him just as much as he protects you, just in a different way.

[sfwregressionfanfictions]

Fred Weasley x Little! Reader x George Weasley: Unjust Punishment

Summery: When umbridge takes a punishment too far, the twins look after the reader and come to a few realizations. (GN)

w/c: 1654

TW: Negative selftalk, punishment, pain, crying, umbridge (She’s a whole trigger herself), and George and Fred being amazing Caregivers! This is a first-person fanfic, idk why I decided to write it like that but I did.

God, I am so pathetic.

I couldn’t even make it back to the dorms, I am sat in an empty hall pressed to a wall crying. My hand hurt so bad and all I could do was cry wanting someone to make it stop. I was regressing at this point. 

Maybe I wasn’t designed to be big in these situations. As long as I could remember if I had big emotions or something bad happen, all I could do was go small. I was like a defenseless hummingbird in those situations. My brain interpreting all interactions like a child would.

I was too caught up in my own thoughts to notice the redheaded twins that were in the year above mine. They were walking together to do, only Godrick knows what, when they stopped in front of me. They immediately stopped chatting and laughing, casting glances at one another. They shared a look that said “are they?” or “Should we?” or even “Were we right?”.

Their glances quickly stopped and they began talking, Fred taking the lead, “Hey (Y/N), what’s wrong? What happened?”

The pair slid onto the ground on either side of me. I stared at his freckled face and brown eyes before turning to George and doing the same. They had different freckle patterns and the way they let their eyes and face rest were different, it was easy to tell who was who. I turned back to Fred to speak, “Umbridge!”

George and Fred spare a glance, apparently the word didn’t come out as clear as I was hoping it would. Each began pulling a hand towards them, I was quick to snatch them away. I was embarrassed of the words etched into my skin, I was embarrassed that I was regressing right now in front of two upperclassmen that I wasn’t close with.

“Hey, It’s okay, we just wanna help! We can get those cuts all cleaned up!” Fred said, tilting his upper body to fully face me. He wasn’t subtle in his attempt to see what had me pulling away from help.

George took a different approach, he was stroking my hair, and took to whispering how brave I was. He said, “You made it so far from her office, almost to the dorms, you are so brave and strong. Bet you got introuble for fighting a dragon and winning, hmm?” He paused to squeeze my arm, as in to feel my muscles. I giggled through my tears, “Yeah, so strong. Maybe we could clean you up like squires would, since you are big and strong like a knight.”

I nodded before realizing he was talking to me like he knew. I pull on his shirt lightly to get his face a little closer and whisper through my tears, “How did you know?”

Fred must have heard cause he answered instead, “Cause we play close attention to you, little one.”

That was a nice nickname. I like it. Freddie began to stand up, I always forget how tall they are. The had to be at least 6’3. They made me feel tiny, their slender frames made them look even longer. Georgie stood up too.

George spoke when I didn’t stand up, “Do you need help standing up?”

Fred didn’t give me a chance to answer before asking a follow up, “Do you want one of us to carry you?

“Yesh pease,” I was too small to walk well by myself and being carried seemed less embarrassing than stumbling and crawling all the way to the gryffindor common room (Even if you aren’t that house they are taking you there to take care of you).

Fred and George nodded, Fred picked me up like I weighed nothing. Like I was tiny! I giggled, my tears were still dripping, however less and the pain was easy to ignore with the pair taking care of me. 

George walked behind Fred, tickling me or playing peekaboo. He was doing all he could to keep me distracted from the pain. Or from how far the walk to their dorm was.

When the fancy lady in the painting finally let us in, they made quick work of the magic that prevented the different students from entering the wrong dorm. Georgie opened the dorm door to their shared room. Fred carried me over to his bed before gentle throwing me onto the bed, his hands remaining under my armpits to keep me from falling or getting hurt. 

“Fly!!!” I giggle as I stopped bouncing, the pain in my hand remained but the twin gently taking care of me made me smile. They would be the best daddies ever! My giggles quickly stopped at the thought, they probably want to get my hand fixed so I will leave… I look over to see George with a first aid kit, this cemented the bad thoughts. They were just good people and they don’t like me even a little. Tears prickle my eyes again, watching George open the kit.

“Oh baby!” Fred caught my attention, “Why are you crying? Is the kit scary? It’ll hurt a little at first but we have to clean up your hand and get it all wrapped up.”

Fred was quick to sit down, and pull me into his lap, he waited to see me nod before placing my down on his lap. ‘He was like the knights from my story! He was kind and shiv- Chivo- Nice, he was nice.’ My brain was getting more and more fuzzy, they were babying me and treating me so nicely, but also I was in pain and I knew they were going to leave me alone!

“Baby, can you use your big kid words to say whats wrong?” Fred asked, bouncing me on his knee. He was rubbing my back and holding me to keep me safely on his lap.

I couldn’t keep the truth to myself, I threw myself into his chest and buried my face into his neck. I cried out, “Don wanna fix! Den hab to weave!” (Don't want my hand fixed, then you are gonna leave me!”

“Oh Baby,” The voice came from George, as he placed the kit down and sat next to Fred and I. His hand found the back of my head and pet it soothingly. He spoke again, “We will stay as long as you will let us. We want to take care of you and protect you. How about we spend the night hanging out after we get you fixed up and when you are big tomorrow we can talk about what happens next?”

With slow blinks, realization of all the words formed. I spoke again, “Sweepover?”

“Yes, a sleep over. We will put on a muggle thing called a movie! We have a projector! We will make you some snacks, and we can play and cuddle! Whatever the little (Prince/Princess/Royal) wants!” Freddie confirmed, kissing my forehead.

“Now, we do have to get that hand wrapped up…” George said, moving towards the first aid kit again. His hand leaving my hair, and Fred moved me so I was facing Georgie. I look at the wipe in his hand and realize the pain I was about to feel. Luckily George was quick to hand me a ‘beanie baby’, it was a kitty. 

Fred started rubbing the stuffie into my cheek, tapping it around my face, and made it do funny voices. George was quick to clean my hand, Fred continuing to distract me. My hand was soon wrapped in a boring white bandage wrap. 

Georgie scooped me up once he was done with putting away the kit. I was giggling and squeal. Freddie moved to set up the projector and some snacks. George said we could push the beds together and make a giant fort! I put my hands on the bed and tried to push but i couldn’t. George pushed the bed like it was nothing, he was like a super strong daddy!

George hung some sheets to make the fort while I got to put stuffed animals, pillows and anything soft I can find. Fred and George have a lot of soft stuff, I think they were summoning stuff for us. Once it was done, George and I jumped into it, bouncing slightly. 

Soon a moving picture appeared on the wall and a cart of snacks was pushed to the side of the fort. Georgie left space in the fort for it. The view of the moving picture was soon blocked by Fred jumping into the fort, he landed right on me! At first I though it was cause I was super strong that I was’t hurt when he landed on me, but I soon realized it was cause he was holding himself up. 

As the movie played, my eyes start to droop. I didn’t mean to start falling asleep, but it was so comfy being nuzzled in the cuddle puddle. My thumb started moving towards my mouth on its own, soon I was suckling on it. Fred and George were whispering to each other, I wasn’t able to make it all of the words.

Fred said something about ‘won’t do’ and George said something about ‘get something for-’. I nuzzled my face into whoever was on my left. 

“You are one sleepy baby, aren’t you?” George said, so thats who I was nuzzling.

“Good night little one, you need to get a good night rest to heal quick.” Fred said, petting my hair again. A quick pressure was pressed to the side of my head, it was a sweet kiss that made me feel so cared about. 

I was very small and about to fall asleep, I murmured out a “Nini dadas.”.

Unknown to me, the twins looked at each other with huge grins. They wanted to jump around, high-five, or scream. However, the pair simply nodded and whispered about tomorrow.

[eddiesbug]

hi! could you do a daddy eddie x little female reader? the scenario would be she acts up and gives a bunch of attitude which is breaking a rule so she has to get punished or if you don’t do that how about she has a bad dream and eddie comforts her? thank you!!

thank u for the req!

content warnings: age regressed reader, fem!reader, tantrums, eddie is super patient and calm and just the best<3

“No!” you shout, thrashing in Eddie’s grip as he desperately tries to pull his t-shirt fully over your head. Tears drip from your waterlogged lashes every time you flail and you whimper, shielding your face with your arms in an effort to evade Eddie’s grip on you.

You’d be cute if you weren’t so hellbent on screaming the place down, and Eddie is frustrated beyond belief - he doesn’t know what you need to calm down. He gave you the shirt in an effort to soothe your brewing fit, but it seems to have become the catalyst for it instead. Lifting you off of his lap, he sits you on the couch, jaw clenched.

“Enough! Sit. Down. And put the shirt on, angel.” The sheer ire in his voice stops you short and you reluctantly slip the worn material over your head and frown, avoiding Eddie’s eyes. His voice softens once you’ve obliged. “Ten minutes in the time-out chair, sweetheart.”

“Daddy, ‘s not fair!” You immediately burst into another tantrum at the mention of a punishment. “Not goin’ in the stupid chair!” He scoops you into his lean arms, forcibly placing you in the chair crouching at your eye level. His tone leaves no room for argument but you whinge regardless.

“Every time you get off the chair, it’s an extra five minutes.”

You huff, scooting round until your back is to him and hunching your shoulders. He tries his best to catch your eyes but you’re already in full sulking mode, arms folded angrily.

You stare blankly at the wall, brow furrowed in a way that Eddie finds totally adorable, for the full ten minutes, and when it’s up, he rubs your shoulder, placing a chaste kiss atop your head.

“You’re all done, princess.” You sniffle in response, jutting your bottom lip slightly. Standing, you set yourself in front of him and gaze up at him through doe eyes. He mimics your pout and you bat at his chest.

“Mean…”

“You were being a little bit mean to Daddy, angel.” Eddie chides. “I gave you the shirt to make you feel better and when you screamed like that, it hurt my feelings.” His calm and gentle explanation of your bad behaviour carves an uncomfortable feeling into your chest and you cast your eyes down shamefully. His hand finds your cheek, lifting you back up to look at him; he coos reassuringly, kissing the corner of your mouth when he finds you teary eyed.

“‘m sorry, Dada,” you hiccup. “Didn’ mean to upset you. Was bad of me.”

“I’m not upset with you, my angel. You took your punishment and it’s forgotten about now, alright?”

“Pinky?”

“Pinky.” He holds his pinky finger out, letting you loop your own through it. “C’mon. You wanna cuddle with Dada?”

“P’ease.”

He laughs as you clamber on top of him on the couch, tucking your whole body into his and nestling into his welcoming embrace. Your arms go straight round his middle, linking behind him, and your face presses underneath his, your lips on his jawline.

“I sorry, Dada.”

“Shh, shh,” he murmurs. “It’s forgotten about. Just wanna cuddle with my baby girl.”

[jacksdinonuggets]

Caregiver Lucifer

Wow another fic where charlie is overworking herself? sooo original...

thats basically the plot. Please request something so i stop doing the same plot so many times.

Things at the hotel were stressful as usual. Charlie was trying to come up with plans and evidence that sinners could be redeemed while Vaggie had to stop everyone from fighting or Angel from getting everyone uncomfortable. He really needed to know about boundaries.

However, Charlie didn’t feel like taking a break. If she would then she would be in a block and no longer come up with ideas. It was a common thing that happened to her.

As she was doing more paperwork and coming up with plans in her office area, her phone rang. She saw the caller was her dad and picked it up.

“Dad?” She answered tiredly. She really hoped he wasn’t calling to tell her about his new magical rubber ducks.

“Sweetie! How are ya? You doing good, I hope?” He asked in his usual upbeat attitude.

“Yeah, uh-huh,” She absent mindedly replied, not paying attention and instead focusing on her work.

Lucifer frowned from the other side of the phone. It didn’t seem like she was okay. Usually she pays at least a little attention to what he says. Something must be up, he concluded.

“What's the matter, Charlie?” He asked. Upon barely hearing it, the girl was caught off guard.

“Wh-what? Could you repeat that?” Charlie said, wondering if she heard that right or was just too tired.

“I said, what’s the matter? You seem upset,” 

“I-I’m not upset! I’m just,” She yawned, “working,”

“Yeah, but its sounds like you’ve been at it for a while. Something must have happened if you aren’t taking breaks,” He said, concerned.

“I’m fine, Dad. The hotel is just… stressing me out a bit but i’ll be okay,” she promised.

“What about doing that thing you told me about a while ago, age re-pression?”

As much as Charlie would love to just be little and have her dad take care of her, the hotel and her people needed her. Heaven’s genocide was coming up very soon and she needed to be prepared.

“It’s age regression, and No. I don’t have time to be a stupid baby, its a dumb coping mechanism anyways,” she told him, getting a bit annoyed. She didn’t mean to have an attitude towards him, she was just really anxious and unfortunately took it out on him. She also knew she shouldn’t have called it stupid. It wasn’t fair to her little self inside of her. She was just trying to push it away.

“Hey, Its not dumb! Vaggie told me it helps you a lot. And if it helps, its not dumb,” He said.

“Whatever, I’m busy and need to get back to work, I’ll talk to you later,”

“Well, bye, I love y-” Charlie hung up the phone before he could even finish saying goodbye. She knew it was kind of rude but she just couldn’t handle it right now, especially with the fact that he brought up her coping mechanism. Now that she was aware of it, she wanted to do it more than anything.

Back at Lucifer’s place, He knew something was up. Charlie never acted this disrespectful and gloomy or from what he’s heard. He wanted to go visit her in person to see how she was doing. Besides, he needed to get out of his rubber duck house and into his daughter's life. But before he left, he had an idea. Grabbing his sewing kit, some fabric and yellow fur, he began to work.

He showed up 30 minutes later to the Hazbin hotel with a medium sized gift box in his hand. He opened the door and saw Vaggie pacing.

“Hey, Vaggie, What’s wrong?” He asked.

“Charlies been stuck in her office for more than 3 hours now. I’m getting worried but she won’t come down or even talk to me,” She explained.

“I’ll try to talk to her, okay? Don’t worry too much, you’ll feel sick after a bit,” He told her before heading upstairs to her office room.

He knocked on the door but didn’t hear a response. Another knock and she answered.

“Go away, I’m busy,” a muffled voice from inside the room said.

“No, I’m worried about you, Apple pie,” He answered back.

“Dad?!” She immediately knew it was him due to the apple pet-name. She opened the door and saw her short, king of hell, dad, in front of her.

“What- what are you doing here?” She asked.

“I told you, I’m worried about you. You don’t usually give me an attitude and that concerns me,” He sat her down on one of the couches inside and sat next to her.

“Here, I made you something. I hope it helps this stressful situation,” he gave her the gift wrapped box. She held it in her lap before taking off the top. Inside was a soft, stuffed ducky. It looked very similar to her old baby stuffy. She used to go every where with that stuffed toy. She wouldn’t be able to sleep without it. But once she grew older, it disappeared. No one knew where it went but Lucifer seemed to have gotten in a fight with Lilith that night.

“Is- is this Quacky?” she asked, voice cracking a little. She was slipping very quickly.

“Not really, I tried to remake him since we lost the original. Is it okay?”

Charlie took Quacky out of the box and gave him a big hug. He was soft and warm, just like the original.

“Thank you…”she mumbled.

“You’re welcome, sweetie. I was hoping it’d help you regress,” He explained. He really wanted his daughter to know that she was safe with him and allowed to be herself around him.

“O-okay, I guess i can,” she finally agreed, knowing she wouldn’t be able to stay a big kid any longer. Lucifer was ecstatic. His daughter liked him now! She led him back to her room where she kept all of her stuff. She took out her pacifier and plopped it in, fully getting in the headspace. 

Once Lucifer poured apple juice into her sippy cup so she’d stay a little bit hydrated (water is better but he’s spoiling her), she handed him a red onesie

“Oh, do you need help?” he asked to which she nodded. He made quick work of changing her into the onesie. He couldn’t help but awe at how cute she was in it. The onesie with the pacifier was so adorable on her. She quite literally looked like a little toddler.

“Aww, who’s a wittle baby?” He picked her up from the armpits, making her giggle.

“Me!” she answered, laughing. His eyes teared up at the pure adorableness that was going on.

He put her back down again and she began to play with a few blocks. She was very confused but had fun learning the shapes and colors. She dug through her bag as she got bored again and found a big fidget toy. She sat down again and began playing with it. Her attention was fully on it, not getting bored of the squeaker button once. 

As Lucifer watched, he noticed how her hair was very messy now that it was down and really needed a combing. So he summoned a brush and sat behind, softly combing it through her hair as she played with the toy. She would giggle every time the bristles would tickle her scalp and flap her hands.

Once he was done, Charlie flopped onto the floor and began sticking her limbs in the air. Lucifer had no clue why she was doing this but it was so cute that he couldn’t help but chuckle a little.

“Is not funny!” She sat up and spat out her pacifier and stuck her tongue out at him.

“I’m sorry, my little apple, I wasn’t laughing at you, though,” He ruffled her hair and handed the pacifier back. She looked at him with a glare but took the pacifier anyway.

As Lucifer cared and played with his child, he realized how much he missed out on during her childhood. He was always working and she mainly grew up with Lilith. It wasn’t fair for both of them. And now, he could finally spend some time with the baby he neglected.

[bunniesnuggie]

♡25 days of moodboards♡

day 2: your bff (best furry friend)

pawlette from build-a-bear is definitely my favourite stuffie, but i named her pippa! she’s got the cotton candy scent and is wearing a little tshirt and panties, i got her last year for my birthday and sleep with her every night!!

[dragon-queen21]

I need agere content with spider Noir. He’s my favorite and I think he’s the best and he would be such a good father/older brother figure to look after someone regressed. So I've thought up a couple prompts that I feel like sharing to perhaps inspire some people. :3 (Also cause these ideas will simply keep bouncing around in my brain if I don't do something about them)

1. Peni regressing and Noir doing his best to take care of her the way he grew up. Which meant no electronics much to the little’s dismay.

Instead they make homemade ice cream and play board games together. Perhaps listening to old songs and dancing around the living room. So just kinda showing the girl that you don’t necessarily need to rely on technology to have a good time.

Showing her a bunch of things she ever had a chance to do in her childhood, that seem relatively simple to him. Maybe in turn she shows her cg a bunch of new things as well.

2. A real simple one but Noir coloring with Miles.

With the artist regressed it's much more enjoyable for him to let go with his art and not have to have every detail perfect, and considering Noir isn't the best when it comes to distinguishing color, Miles really doesn't have to worry about the quality of work to begin with. Noir is so proud of his kiddo, and like any proud parent is going to show off to the world. The world being Miguel's office area in order to mess with the older spider man when he walks in and sees that his walls are covered in colorful pictures.

3. Pav being babysat by Noir. Noir not feeling the best mentally, maybe it’s a bit of an off day, not to bad that he can’t look after Pav, he’s just not having the best time ever. Pav noticing and decides to draw Noir a fun picture to cheer him up. Perhaps he even shares his stuffed bear that Gayrti gave him because it always cheers him up when he feels soggy. (I’m just soft for little one taking care of their caregiver, kinda a reverse dynamic, idk)

Another idea is him fretting over Noir and rushing to get bandaids and puts at least a dozen all over Noir because that's what Hobie does for him when he gets an ouchie in order to feel better, and it always works.

[castawaycat]

Updated Master-List

The Tales of a Little Tiger Series: WandaNat x Reader/Little Reader

Chapter 1: Where It All Began

Chapter 2: A Little Bump on the Head

Chapter 3: Two Mama's Are Better Than One

Chapter 4: Who Would Attack a Little Tiger and a Spider?

Chapter 5: Fractured Reality

Chapter 6: Who's Y/n's Favorite Aunt?

Chapter 7: Wandering Tiger

Chapter 8: 'Twas the Night

Chapter 9: Christmas Bundle

Chapter 10: Christmas Wrapped Up

Chapter 11: Grandma & Grandpa

Chapter 12: A Babbling Tiger

Chapter 13: This Little Light of Mine

Chapter 14: To Learn Means We Must Also Fall

Chapter 15: It's a Wild One

Chapter 16: Fevered Magic

Chapter 17: A Whole New World

Chapter 18: Home Seems So Far Away

Chapter 19: Finding Home Again

Chapter 20: A Growing Family

Chapter 21: A Little Tiger's Cousin

Chapter 22: Terrible Two's

Chapter 23: A Little Star in a Daycare

WandaNat x Reader Works in Progress:

Ghosted:

Chapter 1

One Bite at a Time (TW: Eating Disorder):

Chapter 1

A Soul for a Soul (TW: Character Death):

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

WandaNat x Reader Completed Short Stories:

By Your Side

Home is With You

Tilted

Authors Note: Thank you for reading my stories and for being super supportive on here and on Archive of our own. I will do my best to update this Master-List.

[buckys-little-belle]

Hi!! I love your story’s and am always looking for little and daddy Bucky story’s!! I was wondering if you could do insecure reader who’s bigger. She has bigger thighs a bigger tummy and face. Could you do reader is scared to sit on buckys lap or for him to pick her up and carry her around the house. She’s too scared she’s heavy and will crush him and his legs. or that he will drop her because she’s too big. She also never cuddles and sleeps with him in his room always sleeping in her room after he puts her to bed because she’s scared about her breathing or how she sleeps.

Bucky gets her to tell him why and then comfort. Just fluff fluff fluff. If your not comfortable writing this I totally understand!!! If you do could you ad paci use? Thank you!!! Sorry for the rambling…

Strongest Man Alive

Bucky Barnes x Plus Sized!Little!Reader (She/Her Pronouns Used)

Notes - This is not my best work, and has been in my drafts for MONTHS, it's something cute, and a little angsty at the beginning, but it does get super fluffy at the end. It's a little bit different than my usual writting style, so I apologize for that, but I do hope you like it and if not I'm so sorry! I hope I did this ask justice, and I hope everyone is having a good week!!! <3

Warnings - Talks of reader being self conscious for being 'bigger', kept very vague as she uses the words "heavy" and "squishy" to describe her body type instead of more concrete descriptions, the use of a pacifier is very brief as it's something I'm not used to writing, though I would be willing to continue, mentions of reader eating food "snacks" and "sandwich" though never specified, FLUFF at the end, but there is a moment of angst, I DON'T KNOW IF THIS IS A COHEARANT STORY, it's from the drafts and I gave it a once over and I think it's 'good enough' so I apologize if it's terrible <3

SFW - Please keep all interactions with this post, and this blog, SFW.

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Y/n often spent their time at the Avengers tower sitting, standing, lingering around Bucky Barnes. It wasn't on purpose, the man just seemed to be the other half of some magnet imbedded deep in Y/n's heart. He just had some ability to pull her towards him.

Maybe it was the way he cut her sandwiches into perfect triangles, or the way his hand always found hers when she got scared. Maybe it was the way he seemed to be reserved around anyone but her that made her feel so connected to him.

He never sulked but always seemed to walk around with a frown stuck on his face, only ever changing it to a smile when she walked by his office or stopped by his room.

As much as Y/n felt like she was pulled to him, Bucky felt it multiplied by 100. His hands always aching to hold hers, his chest always feeling heavy when he began to think about her needing something and him not being around to help her.

The whole tower knew about Y/n's regression. Wanda and Peter often joined in, hanging out in little space and colouring in books Tony had provided, watching whatever new animated movie had just come out and sleeping over in makeshift tents in the living room.

Often other Avengers would help supervise activities, Steve loved playing action fighters in the common areas, Nat loved cuddle puddle on the couch, and Thor was always ready for a park day. Bucky on the other hand liked to stay in the shadows, buying stickers for the group of littles, making them lunch and dropping it off.

Bucky only stuck around if Y/n asked him to hang out with her. "Bucky can you hold my hand?" She had asked him when at the park, he of course grabbed her hand and helped her up the jungle gym.

"Bucky can you open this please?" She had whispered during a movie, her baggie full of snacks too difficult to manage on her own. He opened the baggie and held it in his own grasp, handing her a piece of candy anytime she had finished the previous one.

"Bucky will you colour with me?" She had yelled her ask one day when he was passing by the kitchen, Y/n sat at the island with markers scattered across the marble. He silently sat down and diligently coloured the page she had given him, helping her chase markers that had fallen.

He knew she was comfortable asking for what she wanted, and he knew she wasn't afraid of him ... so, it made his chest tighten every time she asked him to grab something from the top shelf instead of asking to be lifted like Wanda and Peter often asked.

He also felt off every time a little would come running out of their room after a nightmare, rushing into someone's room for a cuddle, yet Y/n's door never opened and neither did his.

Bucky was sure it was his fault she didn't seek him out for cuddles, he thought he had done something wrong when she never asked for a hug. Was it his arm? Was she scared he would turn on her? He couldn't figure it out.

That is until he realised she never asked anyone for a cuddle, or a hug. Nat, Wanda, and Peter would be all comfy on the couch and Y/n would be sat on the chair, a small frown on her face yet she never tried to find a spot next to her friends. And when she scraped her knee on the playground she declined Thor's offer of a "healing" hug.

"Y/n?" His voice was quiet but direct as he called out into the playroom, Y/n sat on the softly coloured rug, her stuffed animals scattered about.

"Hi Bucky!" She smiled, her pacifier tumbling out of her mouth and onto the ground.

"Hi." He sat down across from her, quickly pocketing the fallen pacifier before sought out the, now, dirty thing. "What are you playing?" His hands brushed a stuffed teddy, Y/n tilting her head in confusion as she looked around her.

"'m just dressen 'm up." She smiled at him, grabbing a stuffed unicorn and brushing it's fur back into place, shuffling closer to Bucky as she gathered a few other stuffed animals.

The moment her knees hit his she shifted back, so Bucky shifted his towards her again. Like clockwork she moved and left a small gap between them. "Y/n?"

"Mhm." She looked back at him, her smile one he could easily read through.

"Am I scary?" He asked calmly, not once loosing eye contact as she shook her head 'no'. "Do I smell?" He asked, this time with a laugh.

"No!" She giggled.

"Then why do you run every time I touch you." Instead of answering she bowed her head, hands running over the stuffed animal anxiously. "Why don't you hug Wanda or Peter?" He was worried that all the questions would make her want to run, but as she huffed and leaned into his space slightly he continued. "I know Thor was pretty sad when you declined his hug the other day." That one wasn't a lie, the man had gone on a rant about how he thought he had done something wrong, how he was sure Y/n hated him.

"I jus', I don' want them t' be mad." She admitted, huffing at the end of her sentence. "'m jus', 'm heavy, an' squishy. Wanda and Pete aren't heavy an' squishy." She admitted, eyes locked on the wall, the stuffed unicorn held a little closer to her body.

"What do you mean Baby?" Bucky asked, confused as to what she was alluding to.

"It's harder t' pick me up." She finally looked back at him, tears beginning to gather along her waterline. "And cuddling wif me wouldn' be th' same." She shrugged, trying to play it off like she wasn't bothered by her own words.

The tightness in Bucky's chest didn't ease up with his answer, his worry only growing. He had hoped it was an easy thing to fix, yet knowing Y/n didn't hug her friends, or him, because she felt too big made him hurt. "Baby," He began, not giving Y/n a second to doubt him, he picked her up and sat her in his lap. "you aren't 'too heavy' to pick up." He hated how quickly she curled into his chest, how clear it was that she was missing human connection. "I'm the strongest man alive, and you saying that you're too heavy is going to bruise my ego a bit, Baby." They both laughed, a few of Y/n's tears hitting the fabric of Bucky's shirt.

"I thought Steve was th' strongest man alive?"

"I let him win when we arm wrestle." Bucky admitted, causing Y/n to break out into a fit of giggles.

"'m gonna tell him!" She stood up, bolting for the door.

"Oh no you don't!" Bucky ran after her, lifting her off her feet in the middle of the hallway, Y/n pausing with a gasp, bracing for the two of them to fall, yet laughing along with Bucky as jostled her around, threatening to take her new colouring page off the fridge if she told anyone his secret.

After a pinky promise and some juice Y/n began to trust Bucky a little bit more. She let him pick her up at the playground, and gave him a hug before bed every night. She still worried her hugs were 'bad', that maybe no one would want to hug her because she wasn't 'little' but Bucky never once complained, instead asking for hugs in the morning too.

It took her a while to truly trust that Bucky wasn't lying when he said his back didn't hurt after picking her up, but eventually she became comfortable enough to run and jump into his arms, something she had always dreamed of doing.

It wasn't until a month later that Bucky woke up at 4 am to the sound of Y/n's hurried footsteps rushing to his door. Light creeping in from the opened door she didn't close as she ran to his bed. The sound of soft cries and whispers of "Nightmare" filling the usually quiet space.

Instead of letting her think too much about how she 'should' be cuddling, Bucky just scooped her up and tucked her into his bed, letting her know he'd protect her, and her stuffed animal. He liked having her in his room, it made him feel at ease knowing she was close.

After a few months of staying in Bucky's room, Y/n began to get out of her shell a bit more, hugging Wanda and Peter, and eventually accepting Thor's 'healing' hugs. She finally joined in during the weekly cuddle puddle, laughing along side Nat and her friends as they all got cozy on the couch. And for the first time ever she let someone else, the second strongest man alive, Steve Rogers pick her up. A pride filled movement the man would never forget.

Even though it took her a little longer than everyone else to be comfortable hugging and snuggling, she was happy to finally be apart of the group in ways she wasn't before. Bucky, the man who still often stayed in the shadows, helping from a distance, couldn't help but feel a little lighter every time he saw his girl get over her worries, knowing if anything got to be 'too much' she'd come running to him.

[thorin-baby-bear]

AHH! You write for Moonknight omg that’s amazing! I’ve been searching for a good Cg!Steven Grant and little!reader fic and your stuff is great!

If you don’t mind could I please request a fic where Steven comes home from work and is absolutely exhausted but still continues to play with the reader and watch tv even though he’s really close to falling asleep and the two end up napping together? Thank you :D !!

Hi there! I don't know if this is my best work, so if you would like anything different please feel free to shoot me an ask or a message! Regardless, I hope you enjoy :))

Nighty Knight

A Moonknight agere fic

Tags: Cg! Steven, Little!Reader, GN!Reader, references to The Princess Bride

Cw: A little bit of endangered reader as they climb on a counter top

“Papa!” You cried as Steven walked through the door. The bags in his hand were drooping low, full to the brim with groceries as he stumbled his way in. “Hi there love, you mind giving me a quick hand?” He chuckled, holding out one of the bags to you. You rushed over and grabbed the bag, running over to set it on the dining room table before rushing back to grab another and almost knocking Steven over in the process. “Whoa, slow down there little one, don’t wanna be takin’ a spill tonight.” He sighed, stretching slowly as he brought the last bag over. 

“Mhm, sorry Papa, I’ll be more careful.” You said, bouncing up and down as you watched him start unpacking the bags. Steven had mostly gotten normal food things, probably just whatever he thought could fit in the fridge, but at the you saw an odd brown paper bag stuck in amongst the plastics. You reached out to grab it, feeling the paper curiously. 

“Ah-ah,” Steven tisked, picking up the bag gently. “That’s for later, after we put away the food.” 

You pouted and crossed your arms, watching as Steven placed the bag on a higher shelf he knew you couldn’t reach (as he had to stand on his tiptoes to reach it himself) and went back to putting away the groceries. He yawned, rubbing his eyes as he glanced at your pouty face. “You know, this could go twice as fast if you’d take some of this.” He gestured to the bags. You rolled your eyes, but there wasn’t any real annoyance as you grabbed a carton of eggs. 

Steven was right, working together you were able to get everything packed neatly away, and Steven even pulled out a couple Ramen cups he had picked up for you both, as it was a comfort food for you both. You squealed in delight and hugged him tightly, giggling at his playful protest. “Oh, you’re crushing me love! You don’t know your own strength!” He cried before wrapping his arms around you tightly. “But two can play at this game!” You laughed harder as Steven lifted you up and spun you around in a circle, groaning a bit as his back cracked. He set you down gently on the counter, rubbing his back with a tired sigh and going to start up the ramen. You watched him putter around with wide eyes for a while before your mind turned back to the bag. You looked up and, seeing it now within reaching distance, began to lean towards it. 

It was a normal, boring brown bag with brown tissue paper spilling messily out of the top, and you could just see something poking out of the top, something gold and soft and oh so tempting, if you could just get a little higher– 

“Y/n, careful!” Steven said, his voice panicky as he saw you teetering dangerously on your knees. You looked back at him, caught red handed as he sighed and rubbed his eyes before walking over to help you down. “Go sit in the living room please, I’ll be right in.” You nodded and shuffled your way guiltily over to the living room, where a nature documentary had begun to play. You plopped down on the floor with your stuffies, picking them up and dancing them around halfheartedly as you waited for Steven to bring the Ramen.

Eventually Steven entered, hissing quietly as he rushed the hot bowls over to the coffee table. You scooted over, not making eye contact with him as you blew on your soup. After a few minutes of silence, Steven cleared his throat and reached across the table, gently resting on your hand as you wiggled uncomfortably. “It’s okay, love.” He murmured. “I’m not mad, I promise.” You glanced up at him and saw only honesty and worry in his eyes. “ ‘m sorry.” You said. “I jus’ wanted to see…” Steven rubbed your hand comfortingly. “I know baby, I just need you to be a bit more careful and talk to me, if you can. Does that sound fair?” You nodded, smiling up at your Papa, happy to have a fix for the issue. 

After that dinner passed quickly, and Steven smiled as you sat patiently on the floor with your stuffies, smiling up at him. “My, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were waiting for something.” He teased. You giggled and nodded. Steven laughed and stood up, walking over to the shelf and pulling down that brown bag, shaking it at you as he brought it over. You grabbed it excitedly looking at him for permission before pulling the tissue paper out quickly and gasping. In the bag, a round, squishy hippo face stared back at you wearing an ornate golden headpiece. You lifted it out of the bag reverently and smiled at Steven with wide eyes. 

“Taweret?” You asked. Steven nodded with a gentle grin. You laughed in happiness and pulled the stuffie tight to your chest, twisting back and forth energetically. You scurried over to your other stuffies and looked them over carefully before grabbing a big crocodile and scooting back to Steven, holding it out expectantly. Steven raised an eyebrow. “Is this for me?” You nodded, eyes bright. He looked at the stuffie hesitantly, tiredly, before shrugging and taking it. He moved over to your pile of stuffies and beckoned you to follow, setting the stuffies up neatly. 

“Now, let’s see what these little guys are up to…” 

The two of you played for a long time, setting up grand stories with funny voices as the sun got lower and lower in the sky and your yawns got deeper and deeper. Eventually, Steven sat back and stretched, looking at the clock with squinted eyes. “Oy, it’s late… Want to watch a movie before bed?” He asked as he stood. You nodded, rubbing your eyes sleepily and sinking deeper into your hoodie. Steven rifled through his dvds, taking a moment before eventually pulling out one that looked familiar. He put it in the player, picked you up and walked over to sit on the couch. You yawned again and wrapped your arms around his neck, whining a little as he repositioned himself to lay more comfortably with you on his stomach. The familiar opening scene of The Princess Bride flashed on the screen, and you smiled at the choice.

“Guess what, your grandfather’s here…” 

Clutched against your chest, the Taweret plushie sat comfortably and comfortingly against your stomach and you hugged it even tighter. “Nigh’ nigh’ Papa…” You whispered. Steven kissed your forehead gently. “Good night, little one. I love you so much.”  You cuddled down into the warmth and babbled sleepily.

You tried to stay awake for the whole movie, but with Steven rubbing your back and whispering facts about the movie in his quietest voice, you found yourself falling asleep before they even got to the epic sword fight between Inigo and Wesley. The soothing rumble of Steven’s voice under you was comforting, and before you knew it you were out for the count. You both slept late, sprawled out cuddling on the couch, snoring and comfortable as the movie played quietly in the background. 

A/n: I don't know if it's my best work, but still; any chance to include The Princess Bride is a win for me lol

[littlespacereader]

I haven’t regressed for a while because you know, life sometimes gets in the way. But I finally got a moment after class to have the rest of the evening off and just regress. At first I was worried I wouldn’t be able to regress after a stressful day at college. Then I literally was two second into a Blue’s Clues episode with Steve and suddenly I’m a baby😂 Steve just had the magic touch🥹💞

I felt inspired to write a cute fic with him and a little reader. I’m actually thinking of making a mini series of fics with a little reader in a kids show. What do you think? Would you guys like something like that? Let me know😄

So please enjoy another “side quest fic” I didn’t plan on writing😂💞

Looking for Blue’s Clues🐾

Caregiver!Steve Burns & GN Little!Reader

Tags - scavenger hunt, Steve is the most gentle and patient CG ever, hand holding, hugs

I held my head up high as I walked through the woods, stuffie in hand, backpack on my shoulders, wandering around on my own little adventure. I needed this, just some time away from the busy and hectic working world. I just needed some time outdoors to regress in peace.

And that’s what I did. All my supplies shoved into my backpack, my favorite stuffie in hand, I am ready to go! I started on a trail, following the winding trail through the thick woods. I’ve been on this trail before, it’s calm, quiet and peaceful. Perfect for a regression day.

As I kept walking I noticed something with my usual trail. The trail split into two pathways. One, the usual path, went right and down towards a river. But now there’s a left path, a path that’s never existed before. Maybe the parks department decided to make a new path for everyone?

There was something deep down inside of me that filled with excitement for the new adventure. I looked to my stuffie in hand, “What do you think (stuffie name)?”

Though they didn’t outright say it, I knew my stuffie wanted me to go forward towards the adventure.

“You’re so right! New trail it is!”

The path wasn’t very different than the other trail, though it did go deeper into the woods. But there was a clearing up ahead, I could see there was a colorful neighborhood with a yellow house.

A blue dog ran infront of me, stopping me in my tracks. She began talking to me before she skipped away. I smiled to myself, a blue dog?! That’s a first!

Suddenly out of the corner of my eyes I spotted something. On one of the tall trees next to me is a blue paw print. I walked over and looked at the print and smiled. Why would there be a blue paw print here? Did that dog leave it behind?

“A clue!”

I quickly turned around to be greeted by a man in a stripped green shirt. He smiled, happy to see me as if he knew me his whole life.

“You found a clue!”

“A clue?” I pointed to the blue print.

“A blue’s clue! Great job! You’re very smart.”

I couldn’t help but smile at the praise. “Thank you, but I wasn’t even trying.”

“You weren’t trying to find blue’s clue and you found it anyway? You’re better at this than me! Wow!” Again, the stranger glowed with praise.

“I’m Steve, it’s so nice to meet you.” He put his hand out to shake.

“I’m Y/N. It’s nice to meet you too.” I gladly shook his hand.

“Now that we have our first clue, we gotta put it in our handy dandy notebook!” Steve pulled out his notebook from his back pocket, popping the crayon out from the top and flipping to the first page.

He stood along side me so I could see what he was drawing. “So our first clue is a tree. We’ll start with two big lines for the trunk of the tree, then we’ll draw smaller lines on the top for the branches, then we’ll make this curly lines for the leafs at the top of the tree. There, a tree.” He looked up from his drawing to smile back at me.

“Our first clue is a tree. So what could Blue want to do tonight after dinner with…a tree?” He asked me.

I began thinking of all the possibilities a tree could mean. What does his dog want to do tonight? “Maybe she wants to play fetch with one of the branches of the tree?”

Steve hummed in agreement, “Good idea, maybe she does watch to play fetch. But we have to find the other clues to be sure.”

I nod my head in agreement but I can’t help but ask. “How many clues are there?”

“There are three clues. Once we find all three clues we sit in our thinking chair and think, think, think. Because when we use our minds, we take a step out of time and we can do anything that we want to do.” His smile is utterly contagious because I smile just as big as him.

“I’m really going to need your help to find the other two clues. Will you help me find them?”

“Yeah!” I practically jump saying.

“Really? Thank you! You’re the best! Now, this second clue must be around here somewhere…Lets go this way.” He hold his hand out to me as a silent offer.

I appreciate him not being pushy or just grabbing my hand. It was an invitation if I wanted it, so I took his hand in mine. Together we walked to the yellow house I saw earlier.

Steve opened the door and lead the way into his house. It’s beautiful with its peach tone wallpaper and big red chair in the living room.

“That’s the thinking chair,” Steve pointed out, “Once we’ve got all three clues we’ll sit there and think.”

Then it was off to the kitchen to further find a clue. Inside on the counter top is a family different spices.

“Y/N,” he squeezed my hand, “I’d like to introduce you to Mr. Salt and Mrs. Pepper and their children Cinnamon and Paprika.”

I couldn’t believe my eyes as the Salt and Pepper shaker waved and talked to me.

“Bonjour Y/N! Welcome to our home!” Mr. Salt waved.

“So wonderful to have you here.” Mrs. Pepper added.

“So nice to meet you both.” I smiled back.

But then my eyes caught it, across the kitchen on another counter top sat a bag of marshmallows. And on the bag? A big blue paw print!

“Steve! A clue! A clue!!” I squeezed his hand back and was jumping out and down.

“The flu? You don’t look sick to me. Here let me check.” He held his hand to my forehead. “No, you don’t have a temperature.”

I couldn’t help but giggle to Steve. “No! A clue! Over there!” I pointed to the paw print.

Steve gasped and quickly the two of us ran over to the bag of marshmallows. “So our second clue is…marshmallows. You know what we gotta do. We gotta put this clue in our handy dandy…”

“Notebook!”

“That’s right! Our notebook! Now, a marshmallow. We’ll make two round lines on the side and an oval on the top. At the bottom we’ll make half a circle to connect the sides. There! A marshmallow! But what could Blue want to do tonight after dinner with…a tree and a marshmallow?”

The two of us stopped and started to think about the clues. There were pretty different from one another. It would be hard to tell what they meant together.

“Maybe she wants to play fetch then eat some marshmallows?” I suggested.

Steve gasped and nodded his head, “Maybe! But I think we should find our last clue before we decide.” I nodded in agreement.

Mail time, mail time mmmmaaaaaiiilllll ttttiiimmmmeeee

“Oh! The mail is here!” Steve grabbed my hand and together we ran into the living room. Blue and him started dancing around happy for the mails arrival. After a minute I started to join in the fun.

“Here’s the mail, it never fails. It makes me want to wag my tail. When it comes I want to wail, MMMMMAAAAAIIIIILLLLL!!!”

Steve plopped down into his thinking chair and held his hand out for me to sit as well. “You’re more than welcome to sit on my lap or on the arm of the chair. Whichever is more comfortable for you Y/N.”

After a moment of consideration, I chose to sit on the arm of the chair next to Steve. The mailbox stretched into the room and over to our chair. “Mails here! Mails here!”

“Mailbox! I’d like you to meet my friend Y/N. Y/N, this is Mailbox.”

“It’s nice to meet you.” I smiled to the purple mailbox.

“It’s nice to meet you too! Infact this letter is for you.”

“It’s for me?”

“Yup! Here you go!” Mailbox opens his lid and Steve grabbed the letter for me.

“We just got a letter, we just got a letter, we just got a letter, wonder who it’s from.” He went to open the letter but paused and looked to me. “Y/N this is your mail. Would you rather open it or would you like me to?”

“Could you open and read it?” I asked a bit shy. But Steve brought me back to feeling comfortable with his warm smile and nod.

“Of course I can. Now let’s see, oh! It appears that this letter is from a (stuffie name here).”

I gasped and looked down at my stuffie. “It’s from (stuffie name here)?!”

“Uh-huh. That what it says. The letter goes,

Dear Y/N,

Thank you for always taking such great care of me. Thank you for always coming to me whenever you need extra love and comfort. Always know I will forever be with you even when you have to go to school or work. There’s always a piece of me inside of you just as there a piece of you inside of me.

Love you always,

(Stuffie name).”

Tears started to fall down from my eyes as I looked at my stuffie in hand. They looked back up at me with a smile and a wink.

“What a beautiful letter! Your stuffie is very grateful for you Y/N, just as I’m sure you are for them. Oh, I don’t think we were introduced. It’s nice to meet you (stuffie name).” Steve leaned over and shook the stuffie’s (hand, paw, fin, ect.)

“They said it’s nice to meet you too.” I add back to Steve, wiping the happy tears from my eyes.

“Are you okay?”

I hum in agreement. “My stuffie was just so nice.”

“They seem great! You’re perfectly matched because you’re great and they’re great too.” Steve smiled. “Now, would you like to take a moment here or would you like to go find the last clue?”

“The last clue!!”

“Alright!” He stood up and offered his hand again. I jumped off the chair and took his hand in mine again. “Off we go looking for clues…but ummm…where do you think we should go?”

I looked outside and saw the sunsetting. It might be nice to get some fresh air again. “Maybe outside?” I offered.

“Great idea! Follow me.” Steve led the way as we ventured back outside.

Outside we started to walk around the town. Steve showed me the eye doctor where Blue’s friend Magenta got her new glasses, then there was the present shop where his brother Joe works and another house down the block where his cousin Josh lives. The town seemed so nice and peaceful.

Since we didn’t see anymore of Blue’s clues we ventured back to Steve’s house and into the back yard. There it seemed all of his friends were handing out around a picnic blanket, tree and a fire pit. WAIT A MINUTE! THE FIRE PIT!

“Steve!! A clue!! Another clue!!” I pointed out again.

“Really?! Where?”

“There by the fire pit! The final clue!”

Steve gasped and looked at the fire pit. There, at the base of it was the clue.

“A clue!! Our final clue! And it’s on the fire pit. You know where we need to put this, in our handy dandy…”

“NOTEBOOK!”

Steve grabbed his notebook from his back pocket and began drawing. “So our last clue is…a fire pit. We’ll start by making a cylinder for the fire pit. Then spark points for the fire inside of it. There, a fire pit!”

He closed the notebook then looked at me just as excited. “We have all three clues! We have to sit in our-.”

“Think chair!!”

“Yes! Come on!”

The two of us raced back inside the house and over to the thinking chair. Steve sat in his usual spot and I opted for the arm of the chair again. Blue ran over and joined us, to see if we got it right.

“So now that we’re in our thinking chair, let’s think. So what could Blue want to do tonight after dinner? What’s our first clue?”

“A tree.”

“That’s right! A branch! Good job remembering. So our first clue is a branch. But what was our second?”

“Marshmallows!”

“You’re right it’s marshmallows! You have an amazing memory.” He smiled.

“Finally our last clue is a fire pit. So what could Blue want to do tonight after dinner, with a tree, marshmallows and a fire pit?”

The two of sat in the chair together and think, think, think. They did seem random at first but they meant to go together. Then suddenly it hit me!

“Steve! I’ve got it! I’ve got it!!”

“What is it Y/N?”

“Blue wants to use the wood from the tree to make a fire so that she can roast marshmallows!”

Steve’s face lights up to the idea. He looks to Blue who start jumping around the room happily. “You did it Y/N! You figure out Blue’s Clues!”

Steve jumps up and put his arms open to me. I immediately run into them, getting a big hug from him. “You are so smart! I am so proud of you!”

Tears build up in my eyes hearing the admission. He’s treated me so sweet for hardly knowing me. I haven’t felt this safe and happy in such a long time.

“Come on, let’s go outside and get ourselves a marshmallow.” Steve says as we break apart.

The two of us join the rest of the neighborhood outside to roast some marshmallows. There I meet Joe and Josh as well as the rest of the family including Magenta, Sidetable, and more.

I sat next to Steve as the evening turned to night. We looked up at the stars above as we ate our marshmallows.

“You know, you could stay if you wanted?” Steve said after a moment. I looked at him shocked at first. “It’s just that, you did such a good job finding all the clues. And Blue and I loved having you here. Plus, I could look after you and show you the rest of the town and-.”

He stopped himself. “Sorry, what I’m trying to say is. If you like to stay you’re more than welcome to. I’d love to have you here. And before you say anything, I don’t mind your regression. I’d love to help take care of you and maybe even possible be your Caregiver. So what do you think?”

I immediately began to tear up again. “I’d love to stay and I’d love to have you as my Caregiver.”

Steve’s nervousness turned immediately to happiness as he put his arms out again. I didn’t waste any time as I joined him in a hug.

“I’m so happy to hear that Y/N. I think you’re going to be the best person for this town. I couldn’t be more happy to have you here Y/N.” Steve added as we broke apart.

“I couldn’t be more happy to be here.” I smiled back.

[honeybeewritings]

it's okay little love[r.l.]

✰ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: anxiety about regressing, trying to stop the regression process, remmy being the sweetest caregiver(even if you didn't ask)

✰ 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: caregiver!remus lupin x little!gn!reader

✰ 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 732 words

✰ 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: you try not to regress all day but everything keeps making you feel small. good thing remmy knows what to do.

✰ 𝐀/𝐍: for all my babies who are scared of telling their s/o they regress. it's okay to be scared but i bet they'll still adore you.

requested by anon: friendly reminder that requests are open

also, i've been having a lot of nsfw blogs follow me so dni if nsfw: this is a safe space for all kiddos

you and remus have been going out for a bit. not long but it was long enough that he knew which shops in diagon alley that you liked most.

or so he thought.

he had no idea you were an age regressor and you planned on keeping it that way. he was the sweetest, you knew that, but the thought of him knowing terrified you. you've had more than you fair share of meanies.

you were comfortably walking around diagon alley, holding your boyfriends hand, when you noticed a new shop. you looked closer and it was a toy store.

oh no.

you squeezed remmy's hand and tried not to bite your nails or nervously scratch your arms.

"y' alrigh' love?" remmy asked, squeezing your hand back. you just nodded and walked a little bit faster past the shop, remus matching your pace.

you slowed down and let out a breath. remus looked at you as if to ask "you sure you're okay?" to which you just nodded again.

"i'm fine remus. just saw... um, someone from school. just didn't wanna run into them is all," you lied.

he looked at you questioningly but let it go.

but once you saw the toy store it seemed everything was going to trigger your regression.

"i... need to use the toilet." you told remus, letting go of his hand. "i'll be back."

remus nodded and smiled. "alright. i have a store to go to that i'm not sure you'll like. i'll do that and be right back."

you smiled at your boyfriend and went to the bathroom, trying to keep yourself big. big kid thoughts. like taxes.

you came out after a few minutes and remus was outside, as he said he would be, with a paper bag in his hand.

"what'cha got there?" you asked. even though he said you wouldn't like the store you were still curious.

"nothing darling. how about some ice cream?" he suggested. "it's the best ice cream in london darling." he said excitedly. "just a scoop then we'll go back t'mine yeah?"

you smiled at his excitement and nodded in agreement. "alright. i can go for some ice cream." you agreed.

you and remus got your ice creams from florean fortescue and made your way back to his house. you two took the tube in london, taking it as far as you were allowed, and walked the rest of the way to his house in the country.

it wasn't too terrible a trip but you nervously tried to stop yourself from regressing. you were quieter than usual and remus noticed.

he draped an arm over your shoulders and squeezed your arm a bit. you're safe with me.

his parents weren't home, for which you were grateful, and you sat on his bed with him.

"y'know..." he started slowly. "i got you something while we were in diagon alley.

you were confused because he didn't say anything. "oh, remus... i didn't get you anything."

he shook his head and handed you the paper bag. "don't worry about that. i just... um... i think you should open it." he nodded toward the bag.

he seemed nervous about your reaction as you opened it. you kept an eye on remus as you opened the back and gasped at the stuffie remus bought for you.

it was the softest little niffler plush, as well as the cutest. "i love it remmy!" you squealed, nearly tackling your boyfriend to the ground.

"you gonna name it?" he asked. oh he knew what he was doing now... and you absolutely loved it!

you sat back on his bed and shrugged. "mmm, i dunno. wet's name 'im together." you smiled. remus sat next to you and draped an arm across your shoulders.

"hm..." remus tapped a finger against his chin in mock thought. "well, let's think. what are some of your absolute favorite things in the whole world?"

you made a face. "in da whole wide worl'?" you asked, to which remmy nodded. "wet's name 'im... remmy."

"remmy sounds like a good name, i like it."

"it's yours silly goose!" you giggled.

"mine?" he asked. "why, i've never heard it."

"silly goose."

"just know, it's okay little love. i still love you."

your little lip wobbled and you squeezed remus as hard as you could. "tanks 'emmy. luv u so so mush."

"i love you too."

[sfwregressionfanfictions]

Discovery (Eddie x Little! Reader)

Summary: Dropping hints and trying to read between the lines.

A/N: Do I have a queue of requests I should be working on? YES. Did the dopamine tell me to write an agere fic for Eddie Munson? Also YES. So I lived by my motto: follow the dopamine. Sorry for the long delay, I’ve been going to the doctors for a month now to deal with chronic joint pains! I am still trying to go through requests, just really needed to write this story.

TW: Mentions of drugs, Mentions of alcohol, Friendly teasing, Big-headspace, Anxiety, Stress, Lying, and Negative talk. Also, Age Regression, don’t like, don’t read.

Words: 2969

Eddie Munson was sat at the ‘Freak’ Table, a rather sad sandwich in front of him. Gareth was the only one at the table with him at the moment, (Y/N), Jeff, and the freshman were caught up doing only god knows what. Eddie was huffing and sighing, obviously deep in thought about something that was bothering him.

“Hey man, are you okay?” Gareth asked mouth half full with mac and cheese.

“I- Yeah, It’s just that-” Eddie wasn’t sure how to tell his friend what he was thinking, “Well- Remember how I told you I wanted to take care of someone?”

“Oh! Yeah!” Gareth stopped, quickly shifting to a whisper, “Where you want to take care of an age repressor.”

“An age regressor…” Eddie corrected. In all honesty, Gareth wasn’t meant to know, however, Eddie got a little too drunk and high one hangout. “And you know how I’ve been seeing (Y/N) for about a month right?” 

“Yeah, we all do,” Gareth said sarcastically.

“Well, I’ve been trying to drop hints and see if maybe she’s an age regressor.” Eddie sounded so frustrated.

“Have you found anything that indicates she might be a- that?” Gareth asked, head tilted and tray pushed away from him slightly. Eddie had his undivided attention.

“Well- nothing yet really… They have stuffies on their bed… But that isn’t proof! They are super clingy when they are tired, but that isn’t anything either. I just need to find proof, like a paci or sippy or blanky…” Eddie grunted unhappily.

“So you have to snoop around their room.” The sentence was a mix of a question and statement, “OR you need to get them to regress in front of you accidentally.”

“Or that…” Eddie quieted, this time he was thinking. ‘How do I get proof of their regression?’

His thoughts were short-lived, as the table was soon swarmed by Dustin, Lucas, Jeff, Mike, and (Y/N). Jeff was carrying their trays. (Y/N) most likely almost spilled it on him earlier. They sat right next to Eddie.

“Hi, Eddie!” (Y/N) still sounded shy and like a school kid with a crush while talking to their boyfriend.

“Hey! How is my baby today?” Eddie didn’t mean to talk to them like they were little but he couldn’t help it. The way their eyes began to sparkle when he babied them and was overly affectionate, made him start to do it unconsciously.

“I’m good!” They shouted out before they realized how loud they were and whispered an apology. (Y/N) began to pull on Eddie’s sleeve to get him to lean close to listen to their murmurs, “Can you come over tonight? I’m gonna be all alone, and I don’t want to have to sleep all alone. I was left money for pizza and movies! I also have enough for snacks! Please Eds please!”

Eddie didn’t waste any time pressing his hands to their cheeks, looking into their lightly moist eyes, “Oh sweetheart, I will come over tonight. How about I drive us after school? We can stop by my house, then family video, and if you want a convenient store!”

“Really?!?” (Y/N) bounced in their seat, overjoyed. 

Eddie chuckled and kissed their forehead, “Now eat, we have class soon.”

Lunch went smoothly, the Hellfire boys mainly talked about new characters for new campaigns or about new dice. (Y/N) listening contently, and asking if they could fill out a character sheet. They were already an honorary member, however, was too nervous to play up until this point. Eddie decided they would fill the sheet later, at their home. 

Soon, the bell rang meaning lunch was over. The group split up, (Y/N) heading one way, Eddie carrying their bag along with his, and the rest of the group exploding rushing all different ways. (Y/N) had to go to their history class, while Eddie had to go to English (which was on the opposite side of the school). When they arrived, Eddies kissed (Y/N)’s forehead and stroked their cheek. Both quietly wished each other a good day and promised to meet at his van. 

(Y/N) sat next to their friend Robin, slumping in their seat. Robin was not great with social cues, but was quick to notice this and assumed the worse. Robin turned to her friend looking panicked, “Are you okay? Please tell me you aren’t slipping right now. Cause I wouldn’t know what to do or how to get you out of here without-”

“Robin, I’m fine. I’m not slipping.” (Y/N) promised turning their attention to the teacher, who was now putting on a history documentary. This class would be smooth, now to get through the other 2 classes. 

“Then what’s wrong?” Robin pushed, curious at this point. 

“I just can’t figure out if Eddie would want to take care of me when I slip, like be my caregiver… I tried to drop hints, I introduced him to Mr. snuggles and he didn’t pick up on it! So then I tried to figure out if he was a…  you know, by watching him and just seeing, ya know?” They whispered, frustration evident, “It’s just he makes me want to regress around him, how he talks to me and always makes sure I’m okay… I don’t know.”

“Maybe you need to just talk to him about it. I mean- c’mon- Eddie can’t judge you, he wouldn’t!” Robin says, “or you could snoop, that would be easier.”

“Hmmmm… He’s sleeping over tonight maybe I could snoop in his van, and then drop hints when we pick movies and snacks?”

“Good idea!”

They both dropped into a comfortable silence, learning about the renaissance through a terrible documentary. The rest of the day was a boring blur, of information and teachers’ lives. Luckily, the final bell rang, meaning it was officially the weekend. (Y/N) stopped at their locker before making their way to the parking lot. The sun blinded them as they search for Eddie’s beat up old van. It was easy to spot, especially with music blaring from inside, as Eddie made it to the van first. (Y/N) started bounding to the vehicle, their backpack bouncing against their back. Eddie spotted them as he stepped out to greet them properly.

“Hey Baby, how was your day?” Eddie asked as he wrapped his arms around their waist lifting them off the ground slightly. 

“It was good, D-” (Y/N) quickly caught their slip up and interrupted themselves, “In history, we watched a movie!” 

“Wow baby, sounds like you had quite the day! Maybe you can tell me more about it during the car ride?” Eddie smiled, walking them to the passenger seat and opening the door for them. Watched as they climbed in, in case they needed help getting situated.

“Can I pick the music?” They were met with a nod and a point to the console full of cassette tapes. Eddie walked, with a passion to the other side, not wanting to leave them in the car alone for any longer than needed.

Once sat in his seat, Eddie looked at (Y/N) digging through his music, not yet buckled in. Soon ‘Love Gun’ by KISS was playing, and Eddie was leaning over to buckle them in, before taking off (not buckling himself in). “So tell me more about your day, Prince(ss).”

“Oh! So in math, we played a quiz game, and if you got the question right, you got candy!” (Y/N) said, pulling candy out of the pocket on their bag.

“Woah, my baby is so smart! How many questions did you get right?” Eddie smiled, similarly to the Chesire Cat. 

“I got all 10 right! So I got extra for getting all of them!” The praise was nearly enough to make them slip, however they fought it off.

The pair's first stop was at Eddie’s trailer. (Y/N) stayed in the car, as requested by Eddie. They took this opportunity to snoop around his van. Opening the middle console, the console in front of them, and eyeing the back of the van: nothing. All he had in the back was a small mattress and posters, similar to his bedroom. Soon the door flung open and Eddie was throwing a duffle bag in the back, hopping in.

“Now let’s go get some movies baby,” Eddie said.

“How was your day?” (Y/N) finally asked, feeling big enough to remember their manners.

“Amazing, now that I’m with you,” Eddie replied cheekily, pulling their hand to kiss the back of it.

“I’m glad we can have a sleepover tonight…” (Y/N) said, Eddie was caught by the wording. Most teens would say ‘I’m glad you can stay over’, avoiding the word sleepover. The word feels childish and innocent.

“I am too,” Eddie wanted to say more, but they were at the store. So he decided to jump out and ignore his urge to ask stupid questions. He opened the door for (Y/N), holding their hand as they hop out as well. 

Walking into the Family Videos, they were expecting to see Steve, however, were met with Keith’s unwelcoming face. Rather than starting a conversation with the unhappy man, the pair decided to wander until they find something. The couple started in the horror section but quickly moved past it, (Y/N) not wanting to watch a scary movie while so close to slipping. Shortly they found two comedies, and a thriller, and (Y/N) grabbed a kid’s film and claimed it was their favorite as a child. 

“Hmm... I’ve never watched that, maybe we can grab a few more and watch stuff from our childhood all night?” Eddie asked gently, prompting them to grab another movie, Sleeping Beauty.

“I have some movies at home too…” (Y/N) managed to mumble out, staring at the two movies they were holding: a carebears movie and a Disney one. They wanted to giggle at the fact they were getting away with getting them on account of them being part of their childhood.

“Okay, Sweetpea,” Eddie bit his lip to stop himself from smiling too wide. This had to be a sign of them being a regressor. It just had to. 

Eddie walked them to the counter putting the five movies on it. Eddie was quick to pull out his wallet, paying to rent the movie onto his account. He wouldn’t be caught dead letting his baby pay for anything, even if he had very little money. Luckily, he had enough to pay, and even enough for some snacks for the night in also. Thank goodness for the Jocks throwing a rager the week before and going to him for… Party favors…

Eddie led (Y/N) out of the store carrying the movies for them. They assumed since his hands were full they should go and open their own door only to be met with Eddie loudly demanding they get their hands off the door handle. Once he put all the movies in one hand, he pulled open the door for them and helped them in, and placed the movies at their feet. As he walked around the van to get in, he grumbled about how they were trying to steal his job. When he finally got in he jokingly wagged his finger at them shaking his head, although laughing slightly. 

“Now, do you want to head home, or stop for snacks?” He asked, buckling up and watching as they did the same this time. 

“We can head home, we have snacks at home…” They said while smiling, “Even got your favorite!”

“Oh, did you know? Had this all planned out before you even asked me, huh?” Eddie teased, one hand moving towards them as he began to drive.

“NO! Wanted to have it for if you ever wanted to hang out!” (Y/N) giggled out as they were poked at. 

“Hm, guess I will believe you,” Eddie glanced at them. They looked slightly fidgety, gnawing at their bottom lip, “Baby, that lip isn’t food.”

The comment made them immediately stop chewing their lip. They realized how close to slipping they were, all because of how well they were being taken care of. Tonight was going to be a challenge, how were they going to stay big the rest of the night, if they couldn’t for a simple car trip. Usually, they would be able to stay big for a very long time, even when he babied them, today was different. It was like Eddie had taken everything up a notch. 

They were so deep in thought they didn’t realize Eddie got out of the car to help them out. They were startled when their door was flung open, they recovered quickly. Unbuckling themself, they turned towards the door, Eddie grabbed their waist and helped them down (You know what I’m talking about like he lifts them, and it's so cute!!!). Eddie then grabs his duffle bag and the movies.

The two walked up to the door where (Y/N) realized they have to find the key in their bag. After struggling and fumbling for way too long, they found the key ring. Unluckily, there were multiple keys on the ring, causing another struggle, this one was short-lived as Eddie took the keys and unlocked the door quickly for them.

“Thank you,” They mumbled walking in, and closing the door behind them. 

“No problem baby,” Eddie said kissing their head, dropping the keys in the bowl by the front door before following them to the living room.

Eddie was obviously snooping, looking at pictures and random nicknacks in the room. He almost bounced in joy when they pulled them towards their room, saying they want to change but don’t want to be alone. When the got to the room, he saw a (What your room looks like)  room. He was soon snooping through their dresser feeling the fabrics of their clothing, before covering by saying which they should wear as its super soft. Once (Y/N) was out of the room, just in the bathroom right next door, Eddie jumped to look in their closet and under their bed to find a “little” box.

Soon Eddie came face-to-box, with an ordinary-looking shoe box, the only shoe box in the room. With a quick glance around, he throw the box on the bed and opened it. BOOM! This is the proof he was looking for! The box contained crayons, coloring pages, and a paci (and/or chewie, depending on your little age). Too busy soaking in his find, he forgot to pay attention to the door.

(Y/N) entered the room ready to jump on their boyfriend, but was cut short by the sight of his shocked face and their secret box. They needed an excuse, he looks shocked… ‘Maybe it isn’t shock, maybe it’s disgust! SAY SOMETHING, LIE’

“What are you doing?” Was all they managed to let out, their voice caught in their throat. Eyes began to glaze with tears, regression was creeping in from the back of their mind.

“Oh, I’m just looking in your box! You draw so well Baby!” Eddie said entirely genuinely, however to them it seemed to be a taunt or tease of them.

“IT’S NOT MINE I PROMISE!” (Y/N) cried out, tears still yet to leave their eyes. They were slowly trying to back out of the room. Maybe they could run, at least then they can be free from this torture.

“Then who’s is it?” Eddie asked, smirking, too caught up to realize their distress, “Come over here.”

“N-No! Ou don like me an more!!!” They yelled, stumbling towards the stairs.

Eddie quickly realized he didn’t deal with the situation correctly, rushing to keep his little one away from the stairs. Luckily as they were partially regressed they were moving slower than he was. He caught them easily, hands catching their armpits and picking them up. Once they landed on his hip, they tried thrashing. Eddie was hit in the face once or twice before they were placed on the edge of their bed.

“Stop,” Eddie commanded. This caused their kicking and flailing to stop, but their tears continued. Their sobs ripped through his heart.

“I Sowwy!” They said wanting this to be over, wanting him to say he thought they were gross or whatever else he had to say.

“Baby, thank you for apologizing. I am sorry for scaring you, and looking in your box.” Eddie said hands stroking the sides of their face, “I’m also sorry for not realizing you were upset, I was just so excited that you were a regressor that I missed your queues!”

With big teary eyes, (Y/N) blinked in realization. Tears changed from sad to happy cries, “Weawwy?”

“Yes Baby, I am so excited to see you little and help take care of you!” Eddie said, a smile of pure joy. He quickly remembered they didn’t agree to him being their caregiver, “That is if you want me to be your caregiver?”

“YESSSS!!!! PEASE!” (Y/N) jumped on him, tears left to a sniffle.

“Good, 'cause that means I can go put on a movie for you and get some yummy food, and then take care of you all night. How about you pick a paci, stuffie, and blankie?” Eddie asked grabbing their box so they can pick a paci.

“Seep down’taiws?” (Y/N) asked, picking a paci.

“Yes, we will sleep downstairs.” Smiling as they start trying to grab blankets and pillows, “And I will get everything for our sleepover, you are far too little to carry these!”

Eyes wide, staring at their new caregiver, their hearts swell. He was so good at taking care of them, “Okie Dada!”