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Death as a Caregiver!
The kitchen was quiet.
Well.
It had been quiet.
"Death!"
Death turned his head.
"Yes, little one?"
You stood in the middle of the kitchen, wearing an apron that was far too big for you.
"I wanna bake!"
Death looked at you.
Then he looked at the counter.
Then back at you.
"Very well."
Your face immediately lit up.
"Really?"
"Yes."
You bounced excitedly.
Death calmly rolled up his sleeves.
"Come here."
You hurried over.
He lifted you onto a stool so you could reach the counter.
"Today, we shall make cookies."
"Cookies!"
"Yes."
Death placed the ingredients on the counter.
You stared at them.
"Can I do it?"
"You may assist."
Death handed you a bowl.
You carefully poured in the flour.
A small cloud of white dust puffed into the air.
You froze.
Death looked at you.
You looked at Death.
"...Oops."
He stared at the flour-covered counter.
Then at your flour-covered face.
A smile appeared.
You giggled.
Death handed you a spoon.
"Now, stir."
You stirred the mixture as carefully as you could.
Death stood beside you, watching.
"Is this good?"
"Very good."
You stirred faster.
"How about now?"
"Also good."
Even faster.
"Now?"
Death calmly reached out and steadied the bowl.
"Perhaps slightly less enthusiasm."
You giggled.
"Sorry."
"There is no need to apologize."
He wiped a little flour from your cheek.
"Though I suspect you are enjoying making a mess."
You smiled innocently.
"No."
Death raised an eyebrow.
Once the cookie dough was ready, Death helped you scoop it onto the baking tray.
You carefully placed each little ball of dough in a row.
You leaned against his side.
Death paused.
He reached for you.
His arms wrapped around you, pulling you into his chest.
"Come here, little one."
You happily cuddled into him.
Death rested his chin lightly against your head.
"Are you enjoying yourself?"
"Mhm."
"Good."
You stayed there for a while.
Then you heard the oven beep.
"The cookies!"
You immediately wriggled out of his arms.
Death caught you before you could run.
"Careful."
"But cookies!"
"Yes."
He carefully lifted you onto the counter.
"You must wait."
You pouted.
Death looked at you.
"Patience."
"But-“
"Five minutes."
You crossed your arms.
"Five whole minutes?"
"Yes."
"That's forever."
Death almost smiled.
"It is not."
You leaned against him.
"Can I have one?"
"When they have cooled."
You sighed dramatically.
Death gently patted your head.
"You have done very well today."
You looked up at him.
"Really?"
"Yes."
When the cookies were finally cool enough, he placed one in your hands.
You took a bite.
Your eyes immediately widened.
"Good?"
You nodded enthusiastically.
"Best cookies ever!"
Death picked up his own cookie.
He took a bite.
Then he nodded.
"Indeed."
You leaned against his side again, happily munching your cookie.
(request for @graveyardsys0802)
Beautiful gorgeous work by Bug Bug yet again 🥹🥹🥹
Thank you so much I love it!!!
Regressor who grew up in an abusive home agere prompts
requested by anon
Tw: implied child neglect, child abuse, abandonment, and general angst
The first half will be fluff the second half after the break will be angst
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~Regressor who goes shopping with their caregiver for the first time. Soft clothes that fit, hair products, soft smelling soaps, toys and books and comics and just everything (and hey lets be extra self indulgent, bonus points for having a rich caregiver who can literally spoil their little rotten and not bat an eye at it)
~Regressor who has clean clothes and a closet that smells nice when opening it. Blankets that are soft and warm from the dryer, stuffed animals that are soft and don’t smell of dust or mildew
~Regressor’s learning to leave their belongings out. Toys and stuffed animals, small things scattered around to prove that they live in the space, knowing that they won’t go missing or be taken from them
<- bonus points for angst where someone (on purpose or not) take/moves/breaks something and sends their little one into a meltdown
~Baby space regression around someone they trust. Grabby hands made towards hands and hair and faces, enjoying the presence of just being around someone
~Little one who follows their Caregiver/ Older Sibling like a small baby duck would. Latched on to their shirt and not letting go. Take me too!
~Caregiver who takes care of multiple littles at the same time and has a set way they handle such a group of little rascals, figuring out that Character A keeps getting left behind. Not on purpose, they aren’t trying to ignore them, but it seems they keep slipping into the background
<- Bonus points for additional confrontation where Character A says that they don’t want to burden or take away the attention of others
~Bubble baths and rubber duck toys and a gentle caregiver who washes their baby’s hair, brings them a warm towel and vanilla scented lotion for after the bath. Tucking them into a clean bed with a well loved stuffy and taking the time to read to them or brush their hair, sing a lullaby, or watch a cartoon or any other comfort routine
~Caregiver listening to their baby ramble for hours. Favorite show, favorite movie, favorite characters, book series, hobby, special interest anything and holding the conversation and not just nodding distractedly or telling them to be quiet
~Hide and seek as a game is banned. For what reason? Fear of hiding, fear of being alone, being abandoned, ignored, neglected, left behind. How about a game of tag instead? Or the floor is lava?
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~Regressor who will never trust an adult again, never trust a caregiver again and still longs for the people around them to notice that they are small and suffering
~Perma regressed and never feeling like you truly grew out of that age of neglect, you will always be that scared little child and you hate it
~Little one who feels isolated, stuck in a room with people they can’t understand and can’t find a connection to
~Caregiver/ friends thinking Character A prefers to regress alone. Prefers to play by themselves and not interact too much. Perhaps this is true. Perhaps its not and they want to have friends little, want to be fussed over and have someone play pretend with them but don’t;t know how to ask, don’t know how to take up that space. Do they learn how to? Does someone teach them? Or do they find themselves to be a bother and isolate further
~Caregiver insisting their little make friends. So they try, but they can’t connect with the toys and games and things other regressor’s like and remind them of their childhood. Actually they wish they would never remember ever again
<-On that same note regressor who is still looked at weird and funny for their interests or the things they say or remember doing as an actual child
~Caregiver having a heart attack over their little one’s behavior. The regressor only looks confused, but I did this as an actual child
~Old self harm scars being shown with no explanation other than, I was a child and I needed to cope
~Regressors who flinch at loud noises, at fights breaking out, even small arguments. Do they freeze? Shut down? Regress smaller, force themselves to be big again and find a solution?
<- On the same note, regressor who pulls themselves out of their headspace every time they think they are in trouble or asking for too much or being too much of a burden
~Finding old stuffed animals, beaten and torn beyond measure. Unloved for years and still waiting. Maybe the regressor is allowed to keep them, lets them sit on a shelf on on their bed. Maybe Caregiver comes and helps clean them up, hand washed in the sink while their little one washes. Maybe Caregiver finds out and tells them to throw away the disgusting old thing. Far too broken and damaged to be made new again. Far to disgusting to be loved
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Hi Bug Bug ^^
Would you write a cg Castiel or Death fic?
Either fort/movie night with Castiel or baking with Death?
Thank you!!
Ofc friend! I’ll do both for you!!!
Castiel as a Caregiver!
The motel room had been quiet for nearly an hour.
You sat on the bed, wrapped in a blanket, staring blankly at the television.
Dean and Sam had gone out for supplies, leaving you behind with Castiel.
Usually, you would have been perfectly fine with that.
But tonight, you were feeling small.
Your thoughts were fuzzy, and you kept hugging your knees to your chest.
Castiel noticed.
He was sitting in the chair across from you, reading one of the books Sam had left behind.
His eyes lifted from the page.
"Are you comfortable?"
You nodded.
"Yeah."
Castiel studied you.
"You are regressing."
Your cheeks warmed.
"Maybe."
He closed the book.
"Would you like me to help?"
You looked down at your blanket.
"...Yes, please."
Castiel immediately stood.
"Very well."
He paused.
"What should I do?"
You blinked.
"I don't know."
Castiel thought about this for a moment.
Then he looked around the motel room.
"I have an idea."
A few minutes later, Castiel was helping you build the most elaborate blanket fort you'd ever seen.
Blankets were draped over chairs.
Pillows were stacked along the floor.
The bedspread became a roof.
Castiel took his job very seriously.
"This structure requires additional support."
He moved a chair.
You giggled.
"Cas, it's okay."
"It is not."
"You're being silly."
Castiel looked at you.
"I am not."
You giggled harder.
Castiel's expression softened.
"There. I have made you laugh."
"Yeah."
"Then my plan is successful."
Finally, the fort was finished.
You crawled inside and immediately curled up among the pillows.
Castiel followed, carefully ducking beneath the blanket roof.
He looked around.
"This is surprisingly comfortable."
"Told you."
Castiel nodded.
Then he picked up the remote.
"What would you like to watch?"
You thought about it.
"A movie."
"Which movie?"
You pointed at one.
Castiel stared at the title.
"Are you certain?"
You nodded.
"Very well."
The movie started.
You snuggled closer to Castiel.
One arm wrapped around your shoulders, pulling you against his side.
Your head rested on his chest.
The movie played quietly in the background.
Every now and then, Castiel glanced down at you.
"You are enjoying this?"
You nodded sleepily.
"Mhm."
"Good."
You reached for his hand.
Castiel looked down.
Then he gently intertwined his fingers with yours.
You watched the movie for a while longer.
Eventually, your eyes began to close.
Castiel noticed.
"You are tired."
"No."
"You just yawned."
"Didn't."
"Your eyes are closed."
You opened them.
"No they not."
Castiel blinked.
Then he smiled.
"Of course."
You cuddled closer.
"Cas?"
"Yes?"
"Can you stay?"
The question was so quiet that Castiel's heart ached.
"Always."
You relaxed immediately.
Castiel pulled the blanket higher around you.
"I will protect you."
You smiled.
"Promise?"
"I promise."
The movie continued playing.
But you didn't see the ending.
You fell asleep curled up against Castiel, safely tucked inside your blanket fort.
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Border collie petre board for my bubba! <3 @graveyardsys0802
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Sick day
Childrens hospital nostalgia (requested)
I wonder who could've requested this...
Yummy as always
Just found your blog from the Sam cg fic (CRUNNCHHH I eated it) and I was wondering if you'd write one for Gabriel?
Gabriel as a Caregiver!
Dean grabbed the motel room key and pointed a finger at you.
"Don't answer the door for anybody."
Sam rolled his eyes.
"We'll be back in a couple hours."
You sat cross-legged on one of the beds and nodded.
"Okay."
Sam shook his head and gently shoved Dean toward the door.
"Bye."
A moment later, the motel room fell quiet.
At first, everything was fine.
You flipped through channels on the television.
You looked through one of the books Sam had left behind.
You wandered over to the little table.
But slowly, the familiar fuzzy feeling began to settle in.
Your thoughts got softer.
The room felt bigger.
The silence felt louder.
You tugged at your sleeve.
Dean and Sam weren't gone long, but suddenly you missed them.
A little pout formed on your face.
You climbed onto the bed and curled up with one of the pillows.
The regression settled fully.
Now the room felt really empty.
You sniffled.
"I bored."
"That's a tragedy."
You jumped.
A man was suddenly laying upside down on the ceiling.
Just casually.
Like that was normal.
A grin spread across his face.
"Hello, kiddo."
Gabriel.
You immediately relaxed.
"Gabe!"
With a snap of his fingers, he disappeared from the ceiling and reappeared sitting beside you.
"There we go."
You scooted closer.
Gabriel immediately wrapped an arm around your shoulders.
"What's got that little face all pouty?"
"Dean an' Sammy gone."
"A terrible crime."
You nodded dramatically.
"A very terrible crime."
Gabriel gasped.
"Somebody should tell the authorities."
That earned a giggle.
"There it is."
He gently booped your nose.
"Now. What are we doing until the brothers get back?"
You thought for a moment.
Then your eyes landed on a box of crayons sitting in your backpack.
"Color!"
Gabriel smiled.
"Excellent choice."
A moment later, paper appeared on the motel table along with a whole stack of coloring pages.
But instead of using those, you grabbed a blank sheet.
Gabriel watched curiously.
"What are we making?"
"A picture."
"Of what?"
"You."
His expression immediately softened.
"Me?"
"And me."
"Oh."
Gabriel looked genuinely touched.
"Well now I have to see this."
You carefully began drawing.
A circle for your head.
A circle for Gabriel's head.
Stick arms.
Stick legs.
A giant smile.
Gabriel sat beside you, resting his chin in his hand as he watched.
"Wow."
You looked up.
"What?"
"I've never looked so handsome."
You giggled.
The drawing continued.
Then you paused.
You looked at Gabriel seriously.
"Gabe?"
"Yeah, kiddo?"
"What color wings?"
His smile softened.
"My wings?"
You nodded.
Gabriel thought for a moment.
"Gold."
Your crayon froze.
"...Gold?"
"Yep."
You immediately dug through the crayon box.
Blue.
Red.
Green.
Purple.
Brown.
No gold.
Your little face scrunched up.
Then came the pout.
Gabriel instantly recognized it.
"Oh no."
"No gold."
The pout deepened.
"No gold."
The angel watched you sadly inspect the crayons again.
Then he leaned over.
"Kiddo?"
"Hm?"
"Look again."
You blinked.
There, nestled among the crayons, was a shiny metallic gold one that definitely hadn't been there before.
Your eyes widened.
"GOLD!"
Gabriel grinned.
"Would you look at that."
You immediately grabbed it and started coloring huge golden wings behind the stick-figure Gabriel.
The gold crayon sparkled across the page.
Gabriel watched the entire thing with the fondest expression imaginable.
When you finally finished, you proudly held the drawing up.
"There!"
Gabriel accepted it carefully.
The picture was simple.
Two smiling stick figures holding hands.
One had giant golden wings.
The other had a pink skirt colored completely outside the lines.
It was perfect.
Gabriel stared at it for a moment before looking back at you.
"This is my favorite thing."
You beamed.
"Really?"
"Really."
With another snap, a golden frame appeared around the picture.
Your eyes widened.
"You framed it!"
"Of course I did."
Gabriel gently tapped the frame.
"This is going in my collection."
"You have collection?"
"I do now."
That earned another fit of giggles.
Gabriel pulled you into a warm side hug and pressed a kiss to the top of your head.
"You know what my favorite part is?"
"The wings?"
"Nope."
"The smile?"
"Nope."
You tilted your head.
"What then?"
Gabriel pointed to the two stick figures holding hands.
"That part."
Your cheeks warmed.
Gabriel smiled softly.
You leaned against him.
And by the time Dean and Sam came back to the motel room, they found you curled up against Gabriel's side, your gold-winged masterpiece safely framed on the bedside table.
(Request from @graveyardsys0802)
THANK YOU SO MUCH I LOVE THISSSS 😭❤️
Kiddo who’s so used to taking care of themself. Making their own pasta, cutting off their own crusts, filling their own cup, putting bandaids on their own owies. Kiddo who spent so long taking care of themselves and self soothing they don’t know how to act with a carer now looking out for them. Instinct tells them self soothe, to be quiet and take care of it themselves.
Their carer finds them all the time, standing on a stool to stir pasta they’re making, muffling their cries with a teddy bear or cleaning up their own scraped knees. And carer is trying to be patient, rushes in and tries to take over so kiddo knows they’re not alone and they’re being taken care of now.
“I tan do it…”
“I know you can, button. But I wanna do it for you, okay? I like taking care of you.”
Me n Bubba:3
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My babyyyy!!! 🖤
Aren't they just the cutest ☹️ -🕸️
being friends with systems is awesome. youre telling me i get to hang out with this guy AND their roommates sometimes too? thats awesome. literally more friend per friend. its like living in square world & meeting a cube
Wonder if this is how our singlet friends feel 😭
˗ˏ 🏥 ˎ˗ concept
having a scary medical episode / incident and having your carer there to hold your hand and help you answer big questions when you're feeling extra tiny and scared . . .
" let [ carer ] help you with that angel " " oh sweetheart don't worry i brought your stuffie " " let's get you comfy as we can ok? i know it's not nice baby but [ carer ]'s here "
🐾⸝⸝Blues Clues regression flags!・・🩵
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^ Blues Clue's Regressor || Blues Clue's caregiver ^
^ Blues Clue's Flip || Blues Clue's sitter^
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