#cg!wilbur soot x gn!little!reader

[koithelittle]

christmas movies & cuddles

note; my first fic here, yay!! terrified would be an understatement. idk how long it’s taken me to write this but it’s been a while, i was really struggling with being okay and confident with it so if it suck’s, i’m sorry. requests are open tho! for all things, and my inbox just in general so have at it! okay that’s all.

warnings; use of daddy/dada, cutesy pet names, brief mention of alcohol (wils past wif cwistmas), ummmss,,, mark boardman is there! great sitter- okay that’s all i think! not proofread for mistakes so beware!

pairing; cg!wilbur soot x gn!little!reader

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taglist; @jjtheresidentbaby @lillylvjy @wilmaslittleflower @whos-nicooo (ask to be added!)

wilbur always found enjoyment in making you happy, in doing things that would bring a smile to your face or make you laugh and giggle. he loved to be your sun, when all you were surrounded by was darkness.

he's never been fond of holidays if he's honest. he didn't like dressing up for Halloween, and as a guy in his mid-late 20s, he didn't particularly care for the party side of halloween either. when it came to Christmas, it only seemed to remind him how lonely he was. or had been. before he met you, christmas was spent inside, alone with alcohol to numb the loneliness.

but now, with you, he has every reason to celebrate it. christmas decor goes up november 1st, Christmas cookies get made the day after and he already has a list of gifts he plans on getting for you and all of your shared friends. he has plans of activities, and small outings to go on. you go ice skating together, where he holds you to his side and keeps you from falling. he takes you out to get a christmas tree together, bringing it home and setting it up in the corner of the den.

he'll stand on his toes to hang up the garlands, spending hours outside hanging up christmas lights on the porch (you tell him it's not worth the cold he'll endure, but he insists on doing it without you peeking all so it's a surprise). he loves doing things for you, and holding you and keeping you warm during the cold nights. he'll make you tea or cocoa and hold you between his legs as you both watch a christmas movie.

you show him all your favorites, although, elf is his all time favorite. he finds it bizarre and funny at the same time. how silly it is, and campy it feels. he'll rub your stomach and kiss your cheek, holding you close to his chest.

if he's honest, part of why he does all of these things is to help you, to heal you and to make christmas fun for big you and little you (because let's be honest, he does everything he can to bring a smile to your face both big and little).

lately, though, he's wanted to focus more on at home, quiet christmasy adventures. things that you would feel comfortable doing when you're regressed, which meant quiet and cuddly activities that meant being cooped up inside.

he'd seen the whole boo basket trend, and thought it was a neat idea but wanted to have his own twist on it (prior to deciding, he also saw the burr basket posts but those fizzled out before he really got a good idea of what he had planned). he sat down at his desk to list a few stores he'd stop by and what items he planned to get from each one.

the local bookstore was sure to have a santa book, and maybe even a few jellycats (you eyed them all the time, and he almost always sneakily bought the mini ones to hide around the house). after the bookshop, he'd head to another shop, one that he's sure would have a basket and maybe a blanket, some candy and instant cocoa, amongst other things.

once his list was completed, he hurried down the stairs to where you were cooped up in the corner of the couch, wrapped up in one of his blankets with your stuffed bunny held against your chest. you'd been regressed for a few hours now, and needed quiet time so he set you up in the living room awhile ago, your favorite cartoon playing on the TV.

he sat beside you, pulling you into his side as he kisses your cheek and temple. he rubs your arm as he smiles down at you, "hello, baby, you ok?" he whispers as you whine and crawl into his arms, sitting in his lap.

he chuckles softly, nuzzling his nose against your hair as your hands grip onto his shirt. he pulls back to get a look at your face, hand on the side of your head as he pushes hair out of your face.

"love," his voice is a bit more firm, "are you okay?" you shrug as a response, soft frown held on your lips as he sighs and pulls you closer. he presses kisses to the top of your head, running his fingers through your hair as his other hand rubs your back.

he holds you for a while, the TV playing as background noise more or less as he coos and whispers a soft lullaby to soothe you a bit. when your grip on his shirt loosens, and your breathing steadies out, he pulls back to look you in the eye again.

"I've gotta go out for a bit, do you want to go stay with grace or wilma?" he whispers softly, hands on your lower back as he gets you to sit up a bit more.

you shrug, eyes stuck on the wall behind him as you zone out. he rubs your back, bringing your attention to him again, "okay," you mumble, dropping your head to your shoulder.

he kisses the shell of your ear, recognizing that you're most likely nonverbal or at least close to it. he nuzzles his nose against your cheek in a light manner, tickling you. you giggle softly, tensing up before relaxing in his hold when he kisses your temple.

"what if... I called over wilma to keep an eye on you, mm? orrrr maybe joe? ash? mark?" he smirks, pressing a few kisses to your cheek.

"ummm.. mark!" you giggle softly, smiling wide and happy at the thought of getting to see Mark again. you have a few drawings for him, as well!

"mark? okay, well can you give Daddy a few minutes while I call him, yeah?"

you nod softly, scooting out of his lap and settling in front of the TV as you start to play with your stuffies. wilbur sits up, walking over to the foyer as he calls mark, listening as it rings.

mark picks up, "hey, mate! what's up?" his voice is bright and chirpy, always happy.

"hey, I've got a favor to ask," wilbur starts, and you perk up. you sit up, leaning over the back edge of the couch, looking over at him and smiling.

Wilbur smiles over at you, chuckling before he continues, "I need to head into town for a bit and I was wondering if you'd come over and look after y/n for a bit? they're little right now and I just don't want to leave them alone but I can't take them either," Wilbur sighs, pacing a slight bit as he awaits and answer from mark.

you don't bother to listen to the rest, slinking to the corner of the couch and curling up happily. he walks over a moment later, sitting beside you and rubbing your side and arm.

"hey lovebug," wilbur coos, you lift your head and smile sleepily at him. he pulls you up into his lap, holding you close.

"hi, dada," you whisper, head rested on his shoulder as he rubs your back softly, free hand playing with your hair.

"mark will be here soon, yeah?" he smiles sweetly, rubbing your upper arms as he pulls back to look at you.

he holds you close to him, humming a soft tune as you let the time pass quietly. mark soon rings the doorbell and wilbur greets him before giving him a way too detailed run down, as if he'd never been your sitter before. then, wilbur finally leaves.

he hurries out to the car, heading into town. he had the list pulled up on his phone, ready to have things marked off. he started with the book shop, sifting through the various christmas children books and collecting a few in his arms, checking out and walking next door to the children's shops.

he spends the rest of the next two hours, shopping and gathering things of all kinds. your favorite candies, a blanket, a stuffie or two, books, crayons, etc etc. anything that could make you feel better. and so, after he puts everything in the trunk, he gathers it all up into the basket, making it look all pretty before he tucks it into the passengers seat, making his way home.

while wilbur is driving home, you and Mark are set up on the kitchen floor. he made a little sensory box for you, one that he brought from home. youre playing with the toys, making the dinos fly as mark watches you and cheers you on, making you giggle with every question he has.

"what's this dinos name, little one?" mark coos, holding a blue dino up to you.

you giggle softly, taking the dino and placing it on the top of his head, making it jump around before taking it back and putting it in the box, “bluey,” you hum.

“oh, bluey? that’s a nice name, hm?” you nod at mark’s question, quietly playing in the box that holds sand and rice and an assortment of dino toys.

“when’s daddy gettin home?” you mumble quietly, eyes cast down on the dinos you’re playing with.

mark hums, thinking for a moment before he answers, “soon, hun, promise.”

soon didnt come soon enough for you, waiting not so patiently for wilbur to come home. once you hear the door click open, you jump up and hurry to the door, slinging yourself into his chest. you hug him close, babbling incoherently to him as he hugs you back.

"hey, baby, you okay? you miss me?" he croons, pulling you closer against his chest, his arms wrapped around you. you nod, giggling happily.

"missed you, dada!" you squeal as he moves to pick you up, holding you on his hip as mark cleans up in the kitchen.

"I missed you too baby! how about you settle down here, mkay?" he sets you down on the couch, tucking a blanket over you as he moves into the kitchen.

"were they okay?" wilbur kneels down to help clean up the dino toys and what other things get taken out of the box.

mark smiles and nods, "of course! they missed you though, alot."

wilbur hums, smiling to himself at the thought as he and mark bid goodbyes, mark soon leaving through the front door. you peak up over the back of the couch, arms folded and chin resting atop of them.

he chuckles, walking over to you and kissing your forehead, brushing hair out of your face gently, "hi love, I'm gonna go get something, okay? be a good little love while I'm gone. I'll be right back," he places a lingering kiss to your forehead before he turns to leave out the door. you stay there, watching the door like a puppy. he steps back in a few minutes later, a basket covered with his jacket now clad in his arms.

"close your eyes, bunbun," he smiles widely, and you do as told, giggling softly as you shut your eyes. you feel him sitting down next to you and something wicker being placed in your lap.

"open, love," he smiles as you, watching as you excitedly giggle and look up at him.

“all for me?” you whisper in disbelief, eyes wide with joy as you hold the sides of the basket, waiting for the go ahead.

“mhm, just for you, baby. go on, open it. it’s for our evening,” he smiles a bit softer, hand reaching behind your head to rub your hair as he watches you excitedly unwrap it all. your eyes widening with each thing, giggling and squealing happily with each little gift. once it’s all open, you crawl into his lap and wrap your arms around his neck, settling in for a hug.

“thank you, daddy!” you giggle softly, nuzzling your face into his neck as wilbur hugs you close.

“did you like it?” he hums, kissing your temple and cheek as he guides you back so he can look down at your face.

you nod eagerly, “all of it! every bit!” you reach over for the little bunny stuffie he grabbed for you and you show it to him, “it looks like you dada!”

he chuckles, rubbing your cheek and nodding, “oh it does, doesn’t it?” he takes it into his hand, waving it a bit at you as you giggle.

“yeah! ‘s you, dada!”

“well that’s a high compliment, mm?” you nod softly at his words as he hands the bunny back to you, pulling you into his lap as he rubs his thumbs over your soft cheeks, “how does a christmas movie with popcorn and candy and cuddles sound, mm?” his lips curl up in a coy smile, eyes bright with love for you.

you nod in agreement, resting your head on his shoulder as your hands rest on his sides, “mmhm, please?”

he nods, mumbling a quick okay as he kisses your cheek and sets you aside on the couch, “i’m gonna go get stuff from the kitchen, ok? you stay here and rest,” you nod, rubbing your eyes sleepily as you curl up on your side.

he hurries into the kitchen, starting some popcorn as he fills your favorite sippy with some juice, setting that aside as he pours the popcorn in a bowl. he sits beside you, popcorn on the coffee table as he hands you your sippy cup. you hold it, leaning against his side as he sets up a movie, cuddling close with you as you both quietly watch the movie together.

the rest of the evening is spent cuddled up with a christmas movie and candy, no need to talk or chat, and that’s the best part.

[wilmaslittleflower]

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hello! this is a side blog so obviously likes will be my main account, but reblogs and everything else will be this account :)

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character: wilma soot, wilbur soot and his bursonas, stranger things, criminal minds, and I’m open to doing anyone else!

dni; dd/lg, ageplay, nsfw, rude people, homophobes, sexism, transphobes, ect.

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- I mainly do cg!character x little!reader but I will switch it up if it’s a request!

- I will do character x character if it’s requested, but will barely do it in my own unless I really wanna do it.

- i write gn!reader mostly but I will be happy to do make/female reader if requested!

- I will not write nsfw at all, ddlg, mature topics (sh, eds, su!c!de, diapers, pregnancy, ect.

- I won’t write any swearing in my writings unless it’s said in the scenario or in the request. And if there is, I will make sure it goes in the warnings at the beginning!

- this account is a safe space and only sfw. so if you are a nsfw, ddlg, homophobic/transphobic/racist/sexiest account…. Please just don’t interact at all.

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[bee-agere]

For requests maybe cg! Wilbur or Eret (or both) and the reader is getting bullied for regressing and they get so stressed out they end up regressing later on and wilbur and/or eret ask how old they are and the reader holds up 1 finger and Wilbur/Eret goes "oh your so small" and is all sweet because that makes my heart melt

Sorry if that doesn't make sense I'm bad with words. Thank you!

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CG!Wilbur Soot x Little!GN!Reader

TW/CW: People hating on age regression, losing friends, crying

Notes: Im too sleepy to write a note 😴

You stared at your phone sadly, sighing occasionally. You had been rereading your group chat messages with your “friends” for the past half an hour. They had apparently forgotten that you were in that group chat and had been sending message after message bullying you for your age regression, calling it “weird” and “gross”. Your heart sunk with every message you read.

Wilbur walked through the front door, three grocery bags in his hands. He had stopped by the grocery store quickly, well, as quickly as he could. Usually, when you heard the front door open, you would come running down the stairs to greet him. This time you didn’t. He shook it off, maybe you didn’t hear him.

He put away the groceries, frozen stuff first and then the rest afterwards. You still hadn’t come down. Now he was a little bit worried.

Wilbur decided to go upstairs to check on you. He walked into your shared bedroom and he immediately softened. You were curled up in a ball, tears in your eyes as you looked at your phone. “Sweetheart, what happened?” He asked softly. You turned to him and a few tears fell from your eyes.

You didn’t speak, only cried. You sniffed and wrapped your arms around Wilbur, letting him hold you close. He could already assume that you were little; you were extremely upset and you weren’t talking.

“How old are you, sweetie?” He asked. You didn’t respond for a moment, then you held up one finger. “Oh, you’re so small, birdie.”

Wilbur noticed your phone screen and read a couple of the messages. Oh, that must’ve been why you regressed. He turned off the phone, he’d handle that later. Right now, he wanted to take your mind off of it.

Wilbur grabbed a yellow pacifier from the bedside table and held it to your mouth. “You want this one?” He asked. You put the pacifier in your mouth right after, so he assumed the answer was yes.

You cuddled into him, your tears drying up because your Dada was there now. Every negative thought was out of your mind because he was there.

Wilbur kissed the top of your head. “Get some rest, sweetie. I’ll get you a snack afterwards, okay?” He whispered, “I love you so much, never be ashamed of yourself,”

[koithelittle]

ooohhh idea idea!!!

when i was physically little, i used to take my mother's notepad she had on her and "write" in it during church but i didn't know what i was doin so it was jus scribbles

thinkin about that but w l'manbur n like doin paperwork w him but jus scribblin on plain paper

-@littlesakura-anon 🌸

note; mmm I'd do dis.. awso.. I got da ofeh one awmos done!! awso awso,, switchin ta tawkin big wehn wittwe is too hawd.. ums. das otay doh!! hopes wou wike da wittwe bwuwb!

wilbur liked to keep you close by in his office, always by him and near him. he didn't want his sight off you, since he'd be stuck there and he didn't want you hurt.

sometimes you were too bored to stay still in your corner, so he'd set you on his lap, a kiss to your cheek as he'd set out a little notebook. he had you decorate it with stickers on the cover, his arm snaking around your waist as he pressed little kisses the the back of your head.

crayons and colored pencils and a little quill and ink pot just for you, you'd scribble and coo, pretending to be just like your papa.

"whatcha writing there, honeybee?" his thumb rubbed over your belly.

"mm new laws, dada!" you giggled, wiggling your legs a bit as you scribbled more gibberish onto the parchment.

"for what, babe?" a kiss to your cheek this time.

"ta has mow candy fow aww da wittwes in w'manbuwg," you spoke matter of factly, without even glancing at wilbur. he chuckled as his nose pressed against your cheek and he sighed.

"maybe I'll have to add that, hun," you turned to look up at him and with a straight face, you simply spoke; "wou betteh."

to say the least, this was one of wil's favorite methods of spending time with you, even if he barely got his own work done. he swears you work better and faster than he does!

[koithelittle]

cg!wolfbur moodboard (maybe some hc's?) 🥺👉👈

cg!wolfbur moodboard + hcs !!

note; sooo I sorta kinda read wolfbur as dark wolf after reading your request over and over again and ended up making a darkwolf one BUT I fixed my mistake so here! I hope you like it<3 I'm actually going through my drafts today and queing everything up so most requests should be out today & tomorrow :3 as always requests are open it just may be a few days before I get to them!

paci creds; littlest._.creations on ig!

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- i think he's a bit more strict as a cg, more sound boundaries and rules. just because he doesn't want you hurt, he cares about you and puts your safety and well-being first.

- things like candy/sugar limits, how far you go when you play outside, bedtimes/routines, no swearing, etc. small things but, more yk?

- he tries his hardest to not laugh when you do swear when regressed because, come on, it's funny!

- you're all puffy, getting mad because he said no ice cream for breakfast (when really you're just tired) and so you tell him 'f you!' and he just smiles.

- it sounds so silly with your baby voice, but he just smiles and tries to calm you down.

- I'm not very familiar with lycans or how it works so I won't touch on that too much bUT he does like to chase you around playfully in his human form and tell you how the big bad dada wolf is gonna get you! you're just giggling and squealing and running from him, but end up getting picked up and spun around by him!

- cuddles you into his chest and likes to curl around you and rub your back n stuff!

- he's very soft with you and he's very observant, he knows what you need before you do, often times.

- offers his hair for you to play with, like he'll lean his head down for you to play with his curls.

- any sort of stim like that helps you when you're fussy or having a meltdown

- so he'll offer his hair, or his hands or a stuffie for you to play with

- it's almost like a reminder that he's real and there and youre okay, y'know?

- likes calling you baby wolf and little one mostly but uses a lot of petnames!

- he's a good cook so he makes all the meals, and he's good at it too.

- cuts your food into bites though, he doesn't want you to choke!

- plays with you in the floor for hours on end

- most of the time he cleans up while you're napping but sometimes he'll have you help.

- he wants you to be as stress free so he'll just do it for you, he enjoys doing it though!

- like he'll just put on an old record and go around and clean up the house while you're napping in your room.

- wakes you up from naps with soft coos and sweet forehead kisses!

- likes giving you his sweaters/shirts to sleep in bc they're comfy but you like how they smell like him!

[koithelittle]

cg!cc!wilbur moodboard + headcanons!!

note; so like half of these? were from a hc post that was unformatted and turns out i messed up the request but i am- i can’t fix it without feeling absolutely horrible so. i turned them into this and just added like way more! i have plans for a couple new fics plus absolutely endless moodboards so be looking out for that! this moodboard was my first and has been collecting dust in my drafts for months. love it tho! otay das aww.

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- he makes sure your regression is completely private, only the band knows and whoever of your friends knows.

- barely anyone even knows you're dating him, let alone that he's your cg when you're little. it's all very private!

- he has pacis, sippys, and toys all scattered around the house. although there's a special spot for it all, it's just sort of floats around !

- he's big on cuddling you when you're little, especially if you're having a hard time ! he'll hold you, calling you soft names to help you slip into or stay in little space.

- doesn't really mind any name but prefers daddy/dada!

- he likes to set up corners around his house that are safe spaces. pillows and blankets and one of your many favorite stuffies. he also likes to put a basket that has some coloring stuff n toys!

- when he's streaming and you're regressed, he'll usually set you up under his desk, blankets and a stuffie, paci and the switch with your headphones. he'll ruffle your hair and rub your back while he streams, making sure to keep an eye on you while he's talking.

- he's got pretty set boundaries with you. bedtime at a certain time, with quiet time before. baths are always fun! and they're always after playtime so you're a bit calmer !

- loves getting you custom pacis from shops, managed to get a lovejoy themed one and couldn't stop smiling at how happy you were.

- speaking of Lovejoy! he'll take you to band practice alot, little or big! the guys love to help care for you. hold you and play with you! Joe is your favorite, since he likes to let you sit in his lap and play with his beard.

- wil really likes to color with you, but he's also always up to play pretend too!

- keeps close tabs on you and knows your habits pretty well, so he catches when you slip way before you do!

- loves cooking for you all of the time, he knows your safe foods like the palm of his hand so he'll give you a few options to pick from at each meal

- holds you when you sleep, and rubs your back

- favorite names to call you are bunny, baby, and little one!

- his kitchen is packed full of all of your safe foods and favorite utensils and plates! it’s mostly in your favorite color, but he knows it helps you eat and enjoy eating so he doesn’t mind

- he has a little note on his phone that lists your favorite things, big and little. movies, shows, snacks, foods, sweaters of his— etc. he wants to remember everything he can!

- he’s very patient and soft with you, careful with his words and tone.

- he likes it when you lay across him, your head on his shoulder or his lap so he can rub your cheeks and hair. just loves giving you mindless affection!

- favorite part of the day for him is when he’s getting you to sleep. sometimes it’ll be through a vod he puts on, a cartoon or he’ll just sing to you.

- loves sitting behind you with you in his lap as you play. he likes to join in too, of course but sometimes he just likes to watch.

- he likes to color with you and help you find all the colors you need, handing them off to you whenever you ask

- piggy back rides!! although his favorite method of travel for you is holding you on his hip or carrying you when you face him. he just feels safer doing that, like he can keep closer tabs on you.

- whenever you pout or you’re sad, he’ll get you to laugh and giggle by making silly faces or noises but especially likes tickling you!

- reads you a story at every nap and bed time. sometimes he’ll make them up but he really likes the books since he can show you pictures!

- he sits you on the counter or on a stool while he cooks so he can keep an eye on you but still have you involved without you getting hurt or feeling obligated to help. he can do it just fine on his own, but he doesn’t mind you being there!

- he’s more strict when it comes to routines above all else. he just wants to make sure you’re healthy and well cared for.

- he likes to have some age appropriate and easy workbooks on hand, just to give you a few pages to work on while he works. you feel involved and you like filling them out (and he likes checking them so he can put stickers on it and draw a smiley face for good work!)

- he’s a picnic guy, so he’ll gather up a lunch in a picnic basket, pack your little bag and take you out to the park or an empty field or even a pebble beach and just have a lil picnic with you. he’ll read a book or write some music while you color and draw or play with whatever you brought!

- he loves it when you kiss his cheek to make him smile. if he’s ever sad a lil kiss on his nose or cheek or chin will just make him absolutely beam! and then subsequently attack you in kisses and tickles.

- loves calling you baby, but baby bear has a nice ring to it to him.

- jokes he’s your papa bear

- adores when the guys come over to work on music but end up playing with you and indulging you in your pretend play! mark gets really invested when your toy of choice is blocks, he’ll try to build the highest tower but joe always knocks it over. cue a very long bicker match!

- ash likes to color and draw with you. he’ll teach you cool techniques and show you all the fun stuff he can draw!

- joe really likes to play with your calico critters with you, coming up with silly scenarios or putting silly outfits on them.

- wil likes to watch from the sidelines, just gushing at how cute it all is. he has good friends, but an even better love!

- sometimes when he’s bored or lonely (when he’s on tour mostly) he has a habit of doing a bit of online shopping and ordering whatever thing you last mentioned. sometimes a stuffy, sometimes a paci but more often than not, a new toy. he just loves you and the thought of getting to see your face when he finds something for you just makes it even better.

- just overall a very attentive and sweet cg!

[koithelittle]

Hi hi!! Can I ask for a hurt/Comfort fic (or headcanons?? Whatever u feel like writing:3) with copbur?

Like he had to work longer than he told u by accident, but u get really anxious about people being away (I'm not projecting guys I swear-) and when he comes home ur little and sad and he's really sweet about it and feels so bad he accidentally did that to his baby :((

anxious days with happy nights

note; OH MY GOD YES I CAN!!! ngl I really struggle with separation anxiety/abandonment issues in general but esp with a carer so like ooo I'm gonna have fun writing this, thank you!

words; 2.1k

warnings; use of daddy/dada, cutesy petnames (i stick to baby though), separation anxiety, crying, panic, abandonment issues, reader gets a bath, not proofread, lmk if there's more!

pairing; cg!copbur x little!reader (gn)

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wilbur usually kept his shifts to the same length every day. his routine was set and it wasn't going to budge. he'd wake up at 6, get dressed and showered and then he'd wake you up to do a little check in. if you were big, you'd handle yourself for the most part; even if he preferred when you let him fuss over you. but if you were little, he'd help you wake up, get you dressed, get you to brush your teeth while he did your hair, etc etc. you'd both have breakfast and by 7:50 he was out the door and on his way to work. that way you'd be awake with him long enough to feel secure and not end up waking up without him and panicking (which has happened before and resulted in him taking an extra day for his weekend off).

his hours were the same, 8am - 4pm, Monday through Friday. it was the same routine every day, and it was easily expected to stay that way. his job usually consisted of more quiet work, like paper work, intake or lunch rounds. nothing out of the ordinary, nothing where he had to handle scuffles or escaped inmates. it was repetitive, and he liked that.

you had woken up in a normal headspace, getting yourself ready and joking around with wilbur before he left. you thought of busying yourself with house work, dishes that needed to be done, laundry that wasn't overflowing but you felt like it needed to be done. but you couldn't manage it mentally, you were exhausted and nothing was to a level of needing to be done at that moment, so you rotted on the couch and did some simple embroidery during the morning. you didn't start to slip until lunch time, having decided on a snack plate instead of a put together meal because you were simply just getting so tired and didn't feel like it. the rest came with it.

the further you slipped and the later it got, the more on edge you were. you managed to catch wil during his afternoon break, texting with him and telling him of your day. part of him was estatic you were little and enjoying yourself, while the other was worried since he wasn't there to actively care for you. not to mention he only had a fifteen minute time window to speak to you before he got swept back into work.

he told you he had to go, and you understood, telling him how much you loved him and missed your daddy! he smiles and puts away his phone in his pocket before going back to his post.

you managed on your own until it was around the time he usually left work, you didn't get a text or a call that he was on his way. he wasn't answering his texts and he should've been home by now. but he wasn't. you were panicking a bit, curled up in blankets and staring blankly at your phone hoping to all hope that you'd get a call from him. that he would be coming home.

your anxiety only built further and further as time passed, you tried to keep yourself cozy and distracted, turning on some cartoons as your phone went unchecked.

another hour passed and you heard the front door click closed, you lifted your head, dried tears over your cheeks.

"daddy?" you call for him, jumping out of bed and waiting for him to answer.

"baby?" wilbur echoes back and he hurries up the stairs, seeing you peeking out of the bedroom door, your eyes held wide with a pout on your lips. he scooped you up into his arms and carried you into the bedroom. he sat down and set you between his legs after he kicked off his shoes. he runs his thumbs over your cheeks as he takes note of your reddened eyes and the tears dried on your skin. he frowns, kissing your nose as he rests his hands on the small of your back.

"how tiny is my baby, mm?" he tries to lighten the mood with a soft question, trying to keep you with him as his mind wanders and runs with different thoughts. feelings of guilt and worry at the sight of you so distressed and he knows it's because he was late. but he'll address that later, right now his baby comes first.

you shrug softly, reaching forward and grabbing hold of his shirt, messing with the fabric and rubbing it between your fingers. it's a softer cotton shirt, and you always like to fidget with it when you can.

"are you.. five? two? ooo is my baby realllyy tiny? hm?" he kisses all over your face as he speaks, trying to coax a smile or a giggle out of you. you crack a bit of a grin, shaking your head as you look up at him.

you hold up one finger, smiling sweetly as he gasp, "oh so you're a little baby, then?" and you nod as he places a big kiss to your forehead, pushing back your hair and tucking it behind your ears.

you move to crawl against his chest and he takes you into his arms, rubbing at your back as you drape your arms around his neck. you don't feel like talking all too much, just so tired and overwhelmed with all the feelings you have, that words just feel exhausting.

silence drapes over the both of you, and wilbur tucks his face into your neck as he hums, "I'm really sorry, baby. I got all caught up at work with a bad guy and I couldn't get home in time, I wish I did," you nod into his shoulder, humming softly as his arms tighten around you.

"s otay, daddy," is what you manage to squeak out, and he sighs, tension and stress being let out with the long breath and you hold yourself tighter to him. you don't want him to disappear, you need to hold on tighter. tighter, tighter, tighter.

he feels your hold tighten, and he rubs your back while leaving little chaste kisses by your ear. he mumbles small words of reassurance, "I'm here, baby. not going anywhere," which earns a little whine from you as you bury your face deep into his shoulder. he holds back a small chuckle, and it comes out as a huff of air as he simply keeps you close.

more time passes, nothing changing other than the intensity of your hold on him, hands grabbing at the fabric of his shirt. it helps you stay grounded, he doesn't mind.

"baby, have you done your routine yet?" he knows the answer, but he still bothers with asking anyways. you shake your head with a huff, his lips curl into a grin and he nods, "mkay baby, time for a bath then."

he then works on prying you off of him so he can effectively get you ready for a bath. you're shaking your head and whining at him, and he tries to soothe you with soft back rubs and little kisses to your face. it works for the most part and your silent complaints seem to fizzle out as he settles you between his legs again.

"can you sit still for daddy while I get things ready? mm?" he coos, knuckles running over the soft skin of your cheeks and you nod vigorously. wilbur chuckles and kisses your forehead before handing you your favorite stuffie and turning the TV to bluey. you focus your attention on the show, sitting still on the middle of the queen size mattress. he slips out of bed from behind you, untucking his shirt out of habit as he gathers up some pj's for you, taking them and laying them out behind you on the bed. then ventures into the bathroom.

he starts by running the water in the bath, then adds some bubbles to get all foamy. he keeps the door open so he can hear if you call for him, or if you fall. he then crouches to look under the sink for some of your bath toys and a bath bomb. he wants to make tonight's bath a bit more fun and exciting than your usual baths. mostly to help soothe the guilt that grows in his gut. he keeps the bath running as he pokes his head into the bedroom from the bathroom and smiles at you.

"hey, honey, the bath's almost ready," you look over to him and nod, reaching your arms out and making grabby motions with your hands. he scoops you up from under your arms and kisses all over your face, "good baby," he cracks a small grin, holding you on his hip as he carries you into the bathroom. after he sets you down on the counter, he kisses each of your cheeks before he begins to help you undress.

"what did my baby do today?" he croons, helping you into his arms before setting you down in the bath. you shrug at him, padding at the water as the bubbles collect around you.

he grabs the little washcloth and gets it all wet before he starts to scrub at your back, "i's watched cawtoons a bit," you finally speak up, eyes droopy and tired as you watch him.

"oh you did now, mm? what did you watch, bug?" he smiles sweetly at you as he gently guides your arm to be closer to him, and he gently scrubs your arm and shoulders before moving to the other arm. he glances between your eyes and where he's cleaning you up, waiting for you to answer.

"Ninjago," you mumble, smile brightening as your eyes widen with it.

he chuckles, kissing your temple and humming at your answer, "zane still your favorite?"

you nod happily, giggling before you ramble on about the episode you watched, and everything that happened. he manages to comprehend most of it, but the rest was all baby babbles that he couldn't quite make out.

after your body was all clean, he sat back for a minute, letting you play to your heart's content as he watched you. his shirt is a bit soaked, and he has some bubble bath in his hair from when you tried to give him a foamy hat, but he doesn't mind. with a small smile on his lips, and love in his eyes, he watches as you play and splash, giggling and including him in your play. he leans closer a moment later, grabbing hold of your hand and rubbing his thumb over the skin. wilbur then kisses each of your fingertips, ending with a kiss to your palm. you giggle and splash about, grinning ear to ear.

"was dat fow?" you ask softly, eyes squinting with a smile on your lips. he grabs your other hand and repeats the order of kisses before he places one tiny kiss to your nose.

"oh, well I'm just showing my baby how much I love them," he smiles softly before he starts to wet your hair and lather up your scalp in soap. you smile and hum, shutting your eyes as he washes out your hair.

when he's done, you're so tired that you don't even fight to stay in the bath, just letting him pick you up and wrap you up in a soft fluffy towel, drying you off. he carries you into the bedroom and helps you get all dressed, kissing all over your face before he helps you get back to the bathroom to help you brush your teeth. you're sleepily leaning against him the whole time, exhausted from your anxiety filled day.

once he got your teeth brushed, he carried you over to the bed, grabbing your hair brush and a couple of hair ties. he sat you between his legs as he unpaused the TV, letting it play as you focused your attention on bluey. he gently brushed out your hair, before splitting it in two and braiding both sections. he places a quick kiss to your temple before turning you to face him and shut off the tv.

"alright, baby, time for bed," you nod, reaching your arms over his shoulders as he picks you up and pulls you into his chest, kissing all over your face. he held you to his chest as he tucked you both under the covers, making sure your stuffie was safe in your arms. after he had effectively kissed every spot on your face, he pushed your bangs back and pressed you to his chest.

"goodnight little one," a small pause as you held him closer, a smile on his lips as he continued, "I love you."

you murmured an echo of his words, telling him you loved him too, and you were soon asleep. held tight in his arms with comfort surrounding you.

[koithelittle]

moodboards

wilbur-verse

little!dark wolf moodboard || x

day 1 of f.a.c. (fictional agere challenge) // no warnings // wolf themed

cg!wilma soot moodboard + headcanons || x

gn!little!reader // day 2 of f.a.c. // no warnings // artist + bear themed

flip!argbur moodboard || x

day 5 of f.a.c. // no warnings // winter blue theme

regressor!ghostbur moodboard || x

day 8 of f.a.c. // no warnings // baby blue and white theme

cg!godbur moodboard || x

day 9 of f.a.c. // no warnings // blue stars and Christmas theme

cg!clinic wilbur moodboard || x

siren/wilbur from tcfsv // no warnings // dark teal and black/white theme

cg!wilma moodboard || x

requested by @wilmaslittleflower // no warnings // yellow, brown, bear and art theme

cg!vampire!wilbur moodboard || x

no warnings // black, red and white theme

cg!cc!wilbur moodboard + headcanons || x

no warnings // brown, bear, bunnies and dear theme

cg!revivebur moodboard || x

no warnings // brown, yellow and white theme

cg!goddess wilma moodboard + headcanons || x

no warnings // pink, white and brown theme

cg!wilbur + puppy obsessed little moodboard || x

requested by @ax-y10 // no warnings // pink soft puppy theme

cg!wilbur with space/poetry loving little moodboard || x

requested by @burgundy-baby // no warnings // blue, tan and spacey theme

burgundy wilbur moodboard || x

requested by @burgundy-baby // non agere, standard moodboard // reddish burgundy theme

cg!darkwolf moodboard + headcanons || x

requested by @corner-of-void // no warnings // blue, grey and wolf theme

christmas with cg!wilbur moodboard + headcanons || x

no warnings // red christmas theme

cg!wolfbur moodboard + headcanons || x

requested by anon // no warnings // black gold and wolf theme

cg!simpbur moodboard + headcanons || x

requested by anon // no warnings // white, silver webcore theme

purple cg!wilma moodboard || x

requested by @ax-y10 // no warnings // purple soft theme

cg!wilbur stimboard || x

no warnings // bear + yellow/brown theme

cg!purple fairy moodboard || x

requested by @burgundy-baby // no warnings // pink, purple + fairy theme

cg!wilbur purple witchy moodboard || x

requested by @burgundy-baby // no warnings // pink, purple, witchy theme (candles, crystals, etc)

cg!knightbur moodboard (sorry boys) || x

requested by simpbur anon // no warnings // red, grey, brown + knight theme

cg!wilbur purple space moodboard || x

requested by @burgundy-baby // no warnings // pink, purple + space theme

cg!zombur moodboard (sorry boys) || x

no warnings // yellow + brown theme

cg!wilbur cozy yellow moodboard || x

no warnings // yellow + cozy vibes theme

content creators

sitter!tommyinnit moodboard || x

no warnings // yellow and red theme

cg!ranboo moodboard || x

no warnings // pink, gray and bunny theme

cg!markiplier moodboard || x

requested by // no warnings // red and black theme

cg!charlie slimecicle moodboard || x

no warnings // light green theme

sitter!ranboo with dino obsessed little || x

requested by @dino-boyo-agere // no warnings // green dino theme

x-files

cg!fox mulder moodboard + headcanons || x

gn!little!reader // no warnings // space/blue themed

fnaf

cg!mike schmidt moodboard || x

requested by @jjtheresidentbaby // no warnings // soft, brown theme

cg!glamrock freddy moodboard || x

day 7 of f.a.c. // no warnings // orange blue theme

marionette moodboard || x

requested by anon // no warnings // purple, 80s arcade theme

other

cg!steve harrington x little!eddie munson || x

day 3 of f.a.c. // no warnings // there was no theme

regressor!loki moodboard || x

day 6 of f.a.c. // no warnings // green frog theme

havenplace dr moodboard || x

day 10 of f.a.c. // no warnings // green, winter and Christmas theme

twenty one pilots moodboard || x

requested by @justyouraveragealien // no warnings // white, grey, blue, black, red theme

cg!dean winchester moodboard || x

requested by anon // no warnings // brown grey theme

cg!steven grant moodboard || x

requested by 🎀 anon // no warnings // moon, yellow/grey/white theme w moons

curious george moodboard || x

no warnings // yellow and brown theme

winnie the pooh moodboard || x

requested by @aew-kun-age-regression // no warnings // yellow theme

cg!argyle + dino obsessed little moodboard || x

requested by @dino-boyo-agere // no warnings //dino, green theme

cg!connor rk800 moodboard || x

no warnings // blue, white + well.. Connor themed

[bee-agere]

Hii!! I have a request if you don’t mind (it’s ok if you don’t want to write this ofc):D what about a Wilbur x gn!little where reader accidentally drops and breaks/spills something and they almost immediately involuntarily regress because it triggers some trauma and they worry that Wilbur will be really upset but he’s actually the complete opposite.

Ty! Hope your having a good day/night!✨❤️

-🐁

Broken Plates

CG!Wilbur Soot x GN!Little!Reader

TW/CW: Involuntary regressing, small mentions of being yelled at (but never being yelled at), etc

Notes: Sorry I've been gone so long :( Been really busy with school and I've been sick :( Promise I'll be more active <3

Today was one of those chill days. It was a Sunday morning, and you and Wilbur were preparing breakfast for yourselves. Nothing too complicated, just some simple blueberry pancakes.

"Hey, love?" Wilbur spoke up. "Can you grab two plates?"

You nodded and walked over to the cupboard. The plates were on the third shelf, which your fingertips could barely touch. You huffed and reached up on your tippy-toes.

The first plate came down great, but as you pulled the second plate down, it slipped through your fingers and fell to the floor with a loud clatter. The plate broke into hundreds of pieces, the noise causing Wilbur to turn around quickly. You froze, your hands stuck idly in one spot. Your head felt like it was spinning, trying to mentally prepare itself for being yelled at. You were used to your parents screaming at you for the smallest mistakes. So breaking dishes? You were prepared for a screaming match.

"M sorry, Dada..." You said quickly, your lower lip quivering. You barely noticed that you had involuntarily regressed.

Wilbur had honestly been frightened by the sudden sound, but it was just a plate, a replaceable object. And when he saw that you had regressed from pure fear that he would yell at you? His heart broke into a million pieces.

"I'm not mad at you, honey, it's just a plate." Wilbur explained to you softly. He turned off the stove and stepped closer to you, careful to not step in the broken glass pieces. "Can I pick you up? I don't want you to step in any glass, you see?

You nodded, sniffing back a few tears. You weren't as scared anymore, since you knew Wilbur would never hurt you. But you still felt bad for breaking the plate, and reacting as you did.

"M sorry, Dada... didn mean to break the plate..." You explained quietly once Wilbur put you down on the couch, far away from the glass.

"No reason to apologise, honey." Wilbur said, "I'll get that cleaned up and then we can eat pancakes and watch some cartoons, okay?"

You nodded slowly. "Otay, Dada."

Wilbur swiftly cleaned up the glass, making extra sure that all of them were clean. He got two plates himself and put the pancakes on the plates. He grabbed two juiceboxes, one for him and one for you, and put it down on the table.

You grinned at the sight of the juice, the plate situation pretty much gone from your mind. "Juice!!" You said excitedly, sitting down on one of the chairs. Wilbur had already cut up your pancakes, so you immediately began eating.

Wilbur smiled and was about to start eating when you gasped. "Dada! Cartoons!" You exclaimed.

He gasped as well. "Oh wow, we forgot! Come on, let's move to the living room."

You tried to carry both your plate and juice, to no luck. "Dada, carry my juice, pease?"

"Of course." He said, picking up both his and your juice.

So, carefully carrying your plate, you walked to the living room and put your plate down on the coffee table. Wilbur carefully handed you your juice and put down his own food.

"So, what are we watching?" Wilbur asked.

You thought for a moment. "Max n Ruby!" You decided. Wilbur pulled up Max and Ruby on the screen and began the episode.

As you ate away happily, Wilbur couldn't help but continue to look over at you. He was worried about you, you had involuntarily regresses and that usually wasn't pleasant. Before he could think anything else, you had shimmied closer to him and put yourself in his lap.

"I love you, Dada!" You said happily. He smiled and kissed the top of your head. Maybe he didn't need to worry so much.

[bee-agere]

Can I asks for a little!c!Wilbur n little!reader playdate (with c!philza as a cg) , and the reader brings an anteater stuffie to show wilby not knowing about his dislike of them, but they make up n have fun anyway? (Sorry if this isn't super coherent im requesting while little, have a good day bee!)

The Anteater Dilemma

Little!C!Wilbur Soot x Little!GN!Reader (CG!C!Philza included)

TW/CW: A bit of arguing between littles, but it doesn't last long.

Notes: Heyo! Thank you for requesting! I hope you like it, and have a good day too!

“Will, come to the kitchen, Y/N’s here!” Phil shouted from downstairs, holding the littles hand so they didn’t run off anywhere. In your other hand, you held your favorite stuffed animal, an anteater! You smiled and giggled when you saw Wilbur dash down the stairs best he could, nearly tripping over his feet in the process.

“Wilby!” You said excitedly, letting go of Phil’s hand to run over to the other little. Wilbur hugged you quickly, his cat stuffed animal tucked in his arm.

“Wanna go pway in the living room?” Wilbur asked, a wide smile on his face. You nodded excitedly and you both ran off to go play in the living room.

“Be careful you two!” Phil shouted as you both ran off. He sighed deeply; he definitely had a lot on his hands today with you two.

“Be careful you two!” Phil shouted as you both ran off. He sighed deeply; he definitely had a lot on his hands today with you two. at seemed like (and probably was) ages, you both collapsed on the floor.

You suddenly gasped, jumping up from the floor. "Wanna see my stuffie, Wilby?" You asked, walking over to the couch, where your anteater sat.

"Yeah! I'll show mine too!" Wilbur said excitedly, picking up his own stuffie and hiding it behind his back.

"3, 2, 1!" You said, before pulling your stuffie out from behind your back. Wilbur did too. You grinned at the cat stuffed animal, it's fur a pretty white and black. Wilbur didn't look as happy.

"Was wrong, Wilby?" You asked gently, stepping closer to him with your stuffed animal in hand.

"Anteater nasty!" Wilbur exclaimed, his expression uncomfortable and almost angry. Your smile deflated. Who doesn't like anteaters?

"Das not true!" You said back, holding the stuffed animal close to you in a protective way.

"It is! Anteater 'tupid!" Wilbur shouted, before turning away from you and crossing his arms.

You whined and sat down on the couch, curling up into a little ball. Tears welled up in your eyes, but they didn't fall. Wilbur was being the stupid one! Wilbur was still standing with his arms crossed, an angry pout on his face.

Suddenly, Phil entered the room to check up on the two of you, and good thing he did.

"What's going on in here?" He asked, his tone neutral, not angry or upset.

Wilbur was the first to speak. "Y/N got a 'tupid anteater! I don like it!" You spoke up too.

"Wilby's being meanie!" You argued back.

Phil sighed. He hadn't thought of Wilbur's dislike of anteaters, now he had this situation on his hands. He sat on the floor beside the couch, ushering the angry little over to sit next to him and you.

"Y/N, could you hand me your stuffie?" Phil asked. You handed him the anteater Wilbur hated so much. Wilbur made a noise of disagreement when it came near him. "I know you don't like real anteaters, Wilbur, but this one is just a stuffed animal. It's like if someone couldn't be around cats, they can still be around your stuffie!"

Wilbur nodded slowly. "So... it don't do what other anteaters do?"

You shook your head excitedly. "Nope! My anteater isn't nasty, only nice!" You explained, "He runs a restaurant at my house, nasty anteaters can't do that!"

Wilbur suddenly gasped. "He runs a restaurant?!"

You nodded excitedly. "You wanna pway? We can make restaurant here!" Wilbur nodded, huge grin on his face.

Phil breathed a sigh of relief. You were getting along again.

You nodded excitedly. "You wanna pway? We can make restaurant here!" Wilbur nodded, a huge grin on his face.

"Phil, can you be our customer?" Wilbur asked, turning to the older man. Phil smiled.

"I sure can!" He replied. You and Wilbur cheered, immediately going to prepare for their first customer. Phil breathed a sigh of relief, you were getting along again. The anteater dilemma was over, at least for now.