#caregiver!dino

[little-svt]

Femme-reader | fluff / angst | “daddy” used once

Wc: 378

Taglist: @pastel-princess-please @kiki-woo @fishsquishh

Ma Boy

Surely after not eating all day, being as hungry as you were, nothing was going to stop you from filling your aching, empty tummy, at least a little, just to ease the hunger pains. But you apparently had been wrong. You were on your second heaping mouthful due to your very demanding stomach when you’d completely frozen mid-chew.

Was Chan… laughing at you? And then it became apparent how ridiculous the situation was and you hadn’t even said it aloud.

“Awe ‘ou waughing a’ me?”, you asked your mouth still very much full of food. Perhaps it wasn’t a laugh. More of a snicker he was trying very hard to conceal as he worked at his meal, glancing up at your through his lashes.

“N-no.”, he chuckled and shook his head. He was. He was absolutely laughing at you. You began chewing again, this time with a frown. Just to get the food out of your mouth with a swallow, it not being as tasty as it was when you’d first began eating. Possibly due to the bitterness of the anxiety that was creeping up on you, a new level of self-aware. Of your surroundings, of your self, the way you were sitting, how much was on your plate and how much you’d managed to empty it already.

Seeing your mood shift so suddenly from how bubbly you’d been before when you sat down eagerly for dinner, Chan couldn’t help but awe at you.

“I couldn’t help it. I’m sorry, baby. You looked just like a chipmunk with your cheeks so full like that. I thought I might die if you got any cuter.”, he explained, his hand reaching across the table to wipe the corner of your mouth.

Again a mood shift as you slouched to make yourself smaller, your face heating up as you wiped your hands, shyly bringing them to cover your mouth along with your reddening cheeks, finally managing to swallow.

“D-daddy, stop it.”, you whined, feeling a whole lot more vulnerable, but in a comfortable way, the room no longer feeling so big and cold as it suddenly had before.

“Go on and eat, baby. I’m just admiring my girl.”, he chuckled, settling back in his seat and making a point to start eating so you would continue as well.

🧸Endnote: wahhh I know. Another week with no full fic. I wrote this for Admin II my beloved but it doesn’t have many agere elements I know 😔 I’ve been working bit by bit on the longer one I’ve wanted to finish for a while but I keep adding stuff SOS it’s almost 2k now but still not done 😭 I’ll get there 🫶 ~ 🐶🐰🍓

🧸Masterlist🧸

[doe-eyed-dreamr]

Day 19: Food That Makes You Happy

25 agere moodboard time! ☆

[melyasssy]

Green Dinosaur 🦕🌿🌳💫❄😆🐥💥🪐🌈

[cavinginhisfvce]

Little!Billy

Sweet Baby Billy gets the cuddles and affection he deserves.

Flurries of snow fell to the ground as Billy trudged up the walkway to Steve's house, the air was harsh when he breathed in. 

He wasn't sure which hurt more, the sting of his steadily bruising ribs, or the cold, sharp intakes of breath. It didn't matter in the end, because everything just hurt, his body was alight with different aches on a good day. 

Today wasn't a good day, the aches were replaced by searing pain, an unfortunate side effect of discussions with his father.

Neil was pissed at Billy because Susan gave Max permission to spend the weekend with her nerd squad. Despite having nothing to do with his step-mothers decision, Billy still found himself on the receiving end of Neil's anger. It was better him than her or Max, at least that's what he told himself as his dad rounded on him, swiftly knocking the air out of his body.

He was demanding Billy bring Max back home, however Billy had no intentions of doing so. 

It didn't matter if Max came home today, or Sunday, because in the end; it was Billy who would end up bloody and broken, so he opted out of ruining her weekend and subsequently his own any further than Neil already had.

 This meant he couldn't go home for the next few days as well, leaving him with nowhere to escape the storm that was rapidly picking up momentum. 

There was one place, though. One place he was always welcomed, always safe.

This is what landed him at Steve's front door, his eye was swollen shut, the right side of his face aches and burns from where his father's wedding ring undoubtedly made a gash, if the dried blood on his jacket was any indication. He should've called first, or even texted. 

Max and her friends were probably all in Harrington's den, playing that fucking fantasy game that she claimed was stupid, but he had found her learning more about in free time.

Any other time, Billy would've gone anywhere besides where Max was, especially with his face busted. Not to mention her nosy friends, but this time was different. He had nowhere else to go, not that he'd choose to be anywhere else. 

When he finally gathered the courage to knock, the door swung open and revealed a smiling Steve Harrington, though said smile quickly dropped as he took in Billy's appearance, his warm hands reaching out to pull the younger boy into the familiar household. 

Before the door had fully clicked shut, Billy was letting himself fall into Steve's embrace, a welcomed fog creeping into his mind as the other wrapped his arms around Billy. 

"Hey, Sweet Boy...I've got you…" That was all it had taken for Billy to dissolve into a heap of silent tears, his face pressed into the crook of Steve's shoulder, as he breathed in his boyfriend’s comforting scent.

It didn't take a genius to figure out Billy's father hurt him again, Steve could feel the anger shimmering inside of him, but he forced it down in favor of comforting the boy in his arms.

Billy had all but molded their bodies together with a pained whimper, his face pressing into the crook of Steve's neck.

Soft sniffles could be heard as Steve guided the smaller boy to the couch, his body shaking from the cold or maybe something else; Steve couldn't pinpoint. 

It had taken Billy a while, but his tears eventually subsided. 

He was situated in Steve's lap, wrapped in a fuzzy throw blanket as the elder rubbed soothing circles along his back; burrowing closer, he hid his face in Steve's neck with a small whine.

A whine. Steve knew that meant Billy had dropped, which would explain why the blond was attempting to turn their two bodies into one. It wasn't unusual for Billy in his regular headspace, he just approached cuddling differently. In little space, Billy was quick to manhandle Steve to get the position he wanted, but outside of it, he would just stare at Steve until the elder boy got the hint. 

"Hurts, Dada." Another whine left the boy, his fingers painfully curled into the fabric of the latter's shirt. Steve was quick to run a hand up the boy's back, softly cooing as he buried his nose into Billy's curls, "I know, baby. Can Daddy get up to get you some medicine?" Billy immediately shook his head hysterically, a small cry bubbling from his lips, "N-no, Daddy. C-can't leave Billy-Bee!"

Steve would gently shush Billy, his tone soft. "I'm not gonna go anywhere without you, Sweet Boy. You can always come with me." Billy looked up at Steve with watery eyes, his bottom lip wobbling, "B-Billy go wit' Daddy?"

Steve would hurriedly nod his head, and scoop Billy into his arms the moment his own feet hit the ground.

Billy's arms wrap around his Caregivers neck as he moves to bury his face in the crook of Steve's neck once more. 

It wasn't the easiest task, but eventually Billy was cleaned up, all evidence of a run in with his father washed away by soft kisses to his nose and cheeks, and the sting of antiseptics. Obviously, his eye was still swollen, angry reds and purples covering smooth skin. His lip, while no longer bleeding, posed the all too real threat of opening back up.

It wasn't until he had Billy dressed in a pair of fuzzy pajama pants and an oversized sweater, his pacifier dangling dangerously from his lips, that the kids had finally trailed out the den to find Steve and demand food. 

They found him rummaging through the freezer.

When Max's eyes landed on Billy, she immediately gasped and rushed over to him, her hand gently reaching out to cup his bruising cheek. His lack of resistance informed her that her brother had dropped, something she'd only witnessed twice since their parents had married. She didn't have a chance to speak before Billy was clinging to her, mindlessly nuzzling against her shoulder. "H-Hi, Maxie! D-daddy is makin' dinos!" To say Max was confused was an understatement, but she knew better than to let it show, if she'd learned anything about Littles in school, it was that their emotions were often a mess, and any signs of discomfort would weigh heavily on them. "Oh, really? Stevie knows how to make the best nuggets!" This had Billy nodding as he peered up at Max, his blue eyes wide and shining with an innocence she'd never known her abrasive older brother to have.

"N-not Stevie! D-daddy!" He spoke slowly, as if to emphasize that Max had called Steve by the wrong name, but a giggle followed his words. "He's your Daddy, Bubba. He's Stevie to us."

"Uh, what the fuck?" It was Mike who spoke, his confusion clear as day. Immediately Max whipped her head around to glare at him, her fiery locks all but slapping her in the face, "don't curse in front of him, idiot!"

At that, Billy giggled again, a finger pointed at Mike as he spoke, "i-idiot!" His smile after was so big, so warm, that neither Max nor Steve made any move to correct him, both in fact just let out a coo, ignoring the sounds of indignation from Mike.

The kids were all learning about Classification in school, though only Will had ever met a Little. His brother was a Little, but it wasn't often he saw him regressed. He was usually with Nancy. 

They were all shocked to learn Billy Hargrove was a Little, but the shock wore off the moment Billy began doling out nicknames for his new 'Fwends". 

Mike was Mickey, and when asked why the boy simply declared that he didn't like Mickey Mouse, and he didn't like Mike. Mike was upset, but quickly got over it when Billy gave him one of his nuggets.

Lucas was Lu-Lu. Billy seemed proud of himself for the name, especially when Lucas beamed at him, and reached over to high five him, stating the name fit him perfectly.

Dustin was Bunny, because he looked "'xactly like a Bunny! Jus' a Dust Bunny!" No one had the heart to tell him that dust bunnies didn't look like actual bunnies, especially with the way his blue eyes seemed to shine with something akin to pride.

Will was dubbed Bee-Bee, once Billy had learned they shared the same name and had then decided they needed a similar nickname.

Jane was simply Janey, but she had adored hearing the name from Billy, a lisp to his words when he called out to her.

Naturally, Max had become Maxie, but no one was surprised as he had yelled it upon seeing her.

Instead of returning to their game, everyone spilled into the living room, where Steve put on The Nightmare Before Christmas, and scooped Billy up into his arms, much to the displeasure of Dustin who had been curled up with Billy's head on his lap.

"Get your own Little, this one is mine." He punctuated his words by tightening his arms around Billy's waist. 

"Don't be an ass, Steve! You see him this way all the time."

From his place on Steve's lap, Billy peered up at Dustin and gasped, "N-no say that, D-daddy is not ass!"

Steve was torn between scolding the boy for cursing, and praising him for his quick defense. He hadn't needed to do either before Max was ruffling Billy's hair, cooing her own praise, and Jane was gently reminding him he shouldn't use bad words.

Dustin silently apologized to both Steve and the regressed boy, the latter leaning over to hug him in acceptance.

It was clear that Billy was tactile in his headspace, which came as no surprise to The Party as they knew Billy's father wasn't the warmest person.

[hermionesdaycare]

Dino outfit board !

[sleepiisunshine]

AAGHH it wouldn’t lemme reply so imma just do it here!! (hope ou don’t mind da @ :,3)

@dinosaurguts just wanteds to say fank ou for da comment!! and i weally like ur username! :33 take sum cool dino stuff and a follow uwu 🦖✨

[marsthegaymer]

There is nothing like laying down with your favorite stuffie watching your favorite movie and eating dino nuggets with juice in your favorite hello kitty pajamas all snug. <3

[anewkindofme]

Any Addison Montgomery Cg headcanons? she's so soft and I really enjoy her character and I feel like she would be great! (at taking care of me ofc)- @their-bby-dino

Ask me for headcanons on characters from my fandom list!

Ahhh! I love Addison so much. She really would be the best caregiver. (She’s already an excellent mom!)

I did set these somewhat in the Private Practice universe, but outside a couple, they apply to Seattle/Grey’s as well.

Addison constantly worries and second guesses herself as a caregiver. She really doesn’t want to be like Bizzy or the Captain.

She makes the effort to know every last detail about her Little, right down to their favorite pair of socks. She’s very detailed oriented.

Addison is the type of caregiver to wear stilettos and designer dresses to the park but also doesn’t mind if they get dirty.

She for sure has a designer diaper bag, stocked with every single thing you can think of.

I see her as the cloth diapering type if her Little drops that young. Along with putting bloomers on top.

Addison lets her Little dress however they want, but she does try to sneak in the cute, designer outfits. Again, if they get dirty, no skin off her nose. She just thinks it’s cute.

She’s not the greatest cook, but still tries to order “healthy” takeout. There’s a lot of vegetarian restaurants in LA, so she hits those up.

That’s not to say she’s not good for a good sweet. Ice cream is in great supply.

Addison spoils her Little. Anything they want, they get. They definitely have a decked out nursery/Little bedroom and a separate playroom. Even when they’re in an older space, Addison makes sure they have all they want and need.

She also pays for and indulges any activity they want to do. They want to learn to ride a horse? She’s buying a pony. They have a desire to learn Mandarin? She’ll get a tutor.

That being said, she’s firm. There are rules and boundaries. All very reasonable (bedtime, curfew, being respectful, doing chores, etc) but she enforces them.

Her go-to discipline method is a cool down corner. She’s the type to get one of those glitter water bottles and tell her Little to watch as it moves to the bottom, then they’ll discuss their actions.

If the Little goes to school, she takes education very seriously. She’ll help them study and do all she can to help them succeed.

Addison prefers hiring a nanny for when she works versus daycare. She feels it’s better for her Little to get one on one time.

She vets every single nanny thoroughly. No one with less than 10 years experience. They need a degree in Little psychology. Must adhere to all of Addison’s parenting philosophies. And she won’t hire any of them if her Little doesn’t approve.

The nanny (and Addison when she’s not working) takes the Little to playgroups and stuff so they can socialize.

Addison has a nursery/Little space set up in her office so she really only needs the nanny when she has a packed day at the practice or needs to go to the hospital.

Despite being a doctor herself, she freaks out over the slightest cold. Cooper is also specialized as a doctor for Littles and he has to tell Addison at least once a month to calm down.

Addison keeps up to date with all research regarding Littles and adjusts how she does things as recommended. She says she does the same as a doctor, so why wouldn’t she with the most precious thing in her life?

Addison initially doesn’t want to cosleep but if her Little needed it, she’d cave and let them sleep in her bed every night.

Addison pushes her Little to be independent if they wish to be, but if they need to be younger, she won’t hesitate to do everything for them.

[littledragon1]

Dino thwmw

[agerefandomstuff]

Teen Wolf Agere

Cg!Derek | (Implied)Regressor!Stiles

Derek taking care of little baby Dino💚

[teddythecuddlybear]

I thought these were super cute ☺️ 💗

[little-svt]

Seventeen’s Performance Unit as Holiday prompts

Jun ♡

Tasty Decorations - It took all of your concentration and little chants of encouragement from your Daddy to confidently piece together the shell of your gingerbread house. It took even longer when you’d had to stop every piece you put together to slap his hand as he reached for another gumdrop or wafer.

“Daddy!!!”, you’d pout, “you’ll eat all the decorations!!!”

“I’m sorry! I’m hungry!!”, he’d defend, turning his head as he laughed into his hand, his mouth half full of candy. The stern look you gave him wasn’t helping.

“You look cute when you’re mad. This isn’t helping your case.”, Junhui grinned, admitting defeat and fetching a snack for himself from the cupboard.

“This isn’t helping yours!”, you huffed.

In the end you had to send him out to fetch more candy since all but two of the gummies and gumdrops had been eaten.

Hoshi ♡

Caught Red Handed - “Baby, I’m home!” You called out as you shut the door behind you, perking up when you could hear soft giggles that could only mean your little one was about. As you approached one of your closets you could hear a crash and began to panic, thinking your baby had knocked something over and gotten hurt. Running over, you threw the door open. Quickly turning to you, Soonyoung’s gasp turned into a sheepish smile.

“Not doing anything! Promise!” He exclaimed, hiding his guilty face in the hood of his tiger onesie. You knew that guilty expression very well. It was the same one he gave you last year when you had caught him looking for his presents early.

“You really think I’d put your presents in a closet this year?” You chuckled and reached out to tickle at his sides. “I’m not that silly.” You laughed, watching your little one squirm under your touch, streams of giggles leaving his lips.

The8 ♡

Cold Aversion Love - This time of year is just another beautiful spectacle for Minghao to admire with you at his side. No doubt in a hand chosen outfit that matches his perfectly, reflecting the season, bundled up and puffy to keep the cold at bay. Any sight seeing is the top of his list as long as he doesn’t have to freeze during the process. But you’d manage to talk him into it.

“Please! Please Bàba?? The lights will be so pretty and you can even drink something warm while we’re out. Pleeeeaaaasssee.”, you’d plead for the third time that week.

Calling you into his, his annoyance was clear. But he’d stand in the cold for a while if he had to so he could see the pretty lights for his Bāobèi.

Dino ♡

Dear Santa - This could go both ways. Daddy Chan would sit you down helping you remember all the things you said you wanted over the year that you’d thought he’d forgotten, teasing you with suggestions like “how about a unicorn?” Or “if you get any snacks you’ll share them with me won’t you?”

Little Channie would be so excited to finally write his Christmas list. He’ll bring you the pencil and paper patiently (impatiently) waiting for you to join him. He’d have everything he wants right at the top of his head. When he’s finished he might find it a little materialistic, even as a little one. He’ll pause and write down the last item on the list, a hug and kiss from his caregiver.

🎄Holiday Masterlist🎄

[icarus-does-fall]

I wrote this in 45 minutes?

It's sickeningly sweet fluff cause sometimes ya just need that (I im writing so much angst in every other fic I needed some quick fluffy ones)

Jason Todd x reader (gender neutral, no pronouns used)

Uhhh it's a regression fic leave me alone, I'll throw hands if ya mean about it (Jason just has caregiver vibes okay???)

.𝆤࿙࿙࿚๋࿙࿚ ⊱♡⊰ ࿙࿚๋࿙࿚࿚𝆤..𝆤࿙࿙࿚๋࿙࿚ ⊱♡⊰ ࿙࿚๋࿙࿚࿚𝆤.

You and Jason had been dating for the better part of a year, and just recently had he trusted you enough to explain why he’d been coming home to you covered in bruises and even still occasionally bleeding. It took the whole night and into the morning but you got all your questions answered- Your boyfriend was the Red Hood. Damn how you should’ve figured that out on your own but you did have your own things going on too.

You owned and ran your own business- You made jewelry and clothes, selling online and through vendors on occasion, it was a lot to handle but it made good money and it was a job doing things you enjoyed. You made your own hours too as long as you kept up with the demand and kept everything stocked.

Everything was going smoothly between you two, long nights on occasion and sometimes it took actual planning to make a date night but neither of you minded too much. Jason was out saving the city whenever he was needed and you had a business to run, you both did so without issue as well. At least, until the next few months came and went.

Your business blew up, getting more attention than you’d ever been used to leaving you overworking yourself to try and keep up with every order, you had even unknowingly pushed Jason away. He knew you were stressed but he was still offended by the fact that you weren’t confiding in him or letting yourself take a break. So when you finally broke down, he was there in a moment's notice, even blowing off his patrol- sending out quick texts to his siblings to have someone cover for him so he could be there for you.

Tim responded first- while all of his brothers, and Cas and Stephine- adored you, Tim was of course the one willing to help out whenever Jason asked. Mostly because Jason almost never asked for anything.

So when you curled up on the couch, dressed in your pajamas with Bluey playing in the background, Jason took the spot at your side and threaded his hands through your hair as he softly kissed the top of your head.

“Hey little one, you doing okay?”

You looked up at Jason with a pout and you shook your head, there were dark circles under your eyes and unshed tears threatening to fall the moment he asked the question. “No- Jay theres just too much to do. I tried and and tried to keep on top of it all but ‘m squished.”

Jason chuckled softly and pulled you into his side, lightly ruffling your hair, which you huffed at and tried to swat his hand away. “Aw come on bat, you know you can always take breaks yeah? You're the one in charge, your customers are on your time.”

You laid your head on his chest, your eyes flickering towards the show- Grannies was the current episode, it always made you laugh and giggle but right now you were just too exhausted to feel much of anything. “But…-”

“No buts little bat, there's no reason for you to ever work yourself like this. I know I do it and so do my dad and brothers but you see how Alfred scowleds us for that whenever we nearly drop unconscious.”

You nestled into his chest with a sigh and fiddled with his free hand. “Jay?”

“Yeah bat?”

“We have chocolate milk?”

Jason grinned and laughed, placing another soft kiss on the top of your head before pulling you into a hug. “Yeah I think we still have some chocolate milk, want it in your dino cup little bat?”

“Mhmshmm yeah… And and! Strawberries! Please…”

Jason shook his head with a smile before standing and walking into the kitchen. As he got your drink and snack you wrapped up in a blanket holding one of the pillows on your lap much like a stuffed animal, but all of yours were currently still in your room.

It only took a couple of minutes before Jasoon walked back into the living room, chocolate milk in a dinosaur cup and strawberries cut up in a small bowl- He even went as far as to put whipped cream on them. “There ya go little bat.”

You stimmed happily, soft squeaks followed by flappy hands. You started to relax more, allowing yourself to forget about adulting and the struggles that came with it, the tension eased from your body. “Strawberries!”

Jason smiled and settled back onto the couch with you, letting you have your snack and sipy in peace. Nights like these weren’t necessarily rare but with the two of you constantly rushing about and you taking on more things at every moment they were infrequent and he loved it when things were just soft. No work, no sex, just cuddles and shows while you were being small.

“Feeling any better little bat?”

“Yeah… Chocolate milk and bluey makes everything better”

He chuckled, a teasing look filled his eyes as he poked your cheek, “aww and I didnt help contribute to the helping any?”

“Nono! Wait you did too! Always helpful Jay, silly bear.”

You smiled up at him brightly and then kissed his nose causing a laugh to escape his lip and a giggle from yours before you paused dramatically and pointed at him accusedly. “Wait a minute bubs- Youre usually out bangin heads n things, how you home?”

He shrugged casually and pulled you back into his side, you were wrapped up much like a little burrito and it didnt seem like he was planning on letting you go at any point. “Got Tim to help out, honestly little bat you worry about the weirdest things.”

You huffed with a slight pout and scrunched up your nose, “nuh uh! Is perfectly reasonable worry, you have responsibilities”

“And youre one of the things I have to take care of too little bat, don’t forget that”

“Thats so rude- 'm completely capable! Dont need help any help”

“Suuuuure and thats why you asked for me to get you chocolate milk and cutting up fruit instead of being all grown and getting it yourself~”

Your pout grew and you simply ignored Jaons teasing as you sipped on your drink while curled up next to him, finally turning your attention back to Bluey. “Mean bear-”

“Pouty bat~”

And thats how the rest of your night went for the most part, a few teasing remarks here and there, but mostly soft kisses and cuddles as Bluey played on the TV until you fell asleep nestled into Jasons side. He smiled down at you for a moment before picking you and carrying you off to bed- He knew you’d be back to your big job tomorrow and all the stress it came with but you got a night away from all that, and he’d do better at helping you manage things better too. The war criminal, the hardened killer that he was, hated seeing you cry.

[nightbunnyageregressionblog]

Are You Currently Regressed?: Yes!

I'm Nighty/Andrew!

I have Autism and Depression and I am the host of a traumagenic system (currently only things known)

This is my agere sideblog! my main is @nightmaretherabbit

Big Age: Minor

Little Age: 4

Pronouns:He/Him,They/Them

Testing: Xe/Xem,Bun/Bunny

Gender and Sexuality: Transmasc & Pansexual, Demiromantic, Demisexual

Nicknames I Like To Be Called:

Bubba, Buddy,Angel,Bambino,Bean,Baby, Baby Boy,Cuddle/Snuggle Bunny, Cupcake, Little Man, Little Dude, Mate/Matey, Sunshine, Sweetheart,Sweet Boy, Little One, Little Star,Sweet Pea,Pumpkin.

Favorite Colors:Pastel Yellow,Purple,Pink, and Orange!

Little Shows: Octonauts,Yo Gabba Gabba,Wow Wow Wubbzy,Ruby and Max,Bluey,My Little Pony Friendship Is Magic, Bear In The Big Blue House, Steven Universe, Spirit Riding Free, SpongeBob (early seasons especially), Winnie the Pooh, Invader Zim.

Things That Help Me Regress:Coloring Books, Blocks, Pacifiers,Plushies/Stuffies, Little Shows, Little Foods,Toys.

Little Foods/Drinks: Apple Slices, Frosted Animal crackers,Dino Nuggets, Apple Juice (the one with Donald Duck on it), Chocolate Milk, Sausage Patties, Coffee,Cookies, Brownies.

Little Games:Animal Crossing New Leaf + New Horizons, FNaF (yes, listen-),Mario Party,Mario Kart 7,Kirby,Stardew Valley,Sims 4,Pokemon,

Stuffies Names: Pink Panda(Panda), Precious (Toucan),Vanny (Youtooz plush), Socks (Red Sock monkey), Springtrap (Youtooz)

I baby talk and babble nonsense on this blog. Sorry if it's hard to understand.

@springonmytraptillicomeback is currently a caregiver to me :3

[sleepiisunshine]

babaababaa i gotta gwet a part time job n m scaredsssss,, cwaig of da cweek makin me feew wittle bettew doe.. :,3

[ollielikesdinos]

Little! Spencer Reid headcannons :3

Regresses to the ages of 1-2

Mostly nonverbal

Communities in noises (whine, coo, grunt, etc)

OBSESSED with chicken nuggets (will want them for every meal) (especially Dino nuggets)

Loves being read to

Is usually wearing his noise cancelling headphones

Will still beat you at chess no matter how young he’s regressed to

Very clingy (loves hugs, cuddles, kisses, holding hands, etc)

Has a comfort plushy that he will ALWAYS carry with him

Loves using a pacifier

Refuses to wear anything other than sweat pants, t-shirts and hoodies

Toys > cartoons

Hates walking and would prefer to be carried or crawl/scoot

Will always want to be wrapped up in a blanket

Very dependent (he wants his caregivers help for everything)

Drinks way to much chocolate milk despite being lactose intolerant (has to be chocolate milk, refuses if it’s anything else)

Absolutely hates the cold with a passion