Would you write for little!reader with melinda? where she sees r regress for the first time after trying so hard to hide it from melinda<3 I know May would be the best mommy ever🥹
hiii, i know this ask is like a month old but i wrote this <3 i hope you see this and like it!! https://www.tumblr.com/karaslittlesunshine/716561840291840000/melinda-may-agere-fic-3?source=share
Would you write for little!reader with melinda? where she sees r regress for the first time after trying so hard to hide it from melinda<3 I know May would be the best mommy ever🥹
I wrote this over the last week while i’ve been sick with a bad cold :(. I used this request kinda as a jumping point so hopefully its okay and i didn’t stray from it too much! thank you for letting me indulge in my new special interest <3. i can’t wait to write more agents of shield.
also i dont have a title rn lmao sorry 😭
Word Count: 1379
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After a long stakeout with Bobbi and Hunter, you were cold, wet, and exhausted. The tip the team had been given had proven to be false and so the three of you spent the night in the snow for little to no payout. You’d collapsed into bed as soon as you’d gotten back to the playground, taking no time to get out of your wet clothes.
The next morning when Coulson called the team for briefing, you wished you had taken a little more care last night. Your head was throbbing with a sharp pain and your throat felt like razors. With all the willpower you could muster, you pulled on fresh clothes and headed to Coulson’s office.
“Ah, Agent L/N, thank you for joining us. I was hoping that you three could shed some more light on last night?” He said, gesturing to Bobbi and Hunter.
Everyone’s heads turned towards you three, dammit.
“Uh yeah, turned out to be a bust.” You cringed at your voice as you started explaining, so much for trying to hide how horrific you were feeling.
Everyone seemed to brush past it through the rest of the meeting, though you could tell Jemma was holding herself back – as soon as Coulson dismissed you, she was on your tail.
“Y/n? are you feeling okay?” You smiled and nodded,
“Yep, yeah, I’m fine.” May cocked an eyebrow at you as you hurried away from them both.
You hid back in your room, head in your hands. Being sick always made it even harder to not slip, and everything was becoming so overwhelming. The tears just wouldn’t stop.
Slowly, your thumb slipped into your mouth and your hands found your teddy buried beneath your blankets. Rocking yourself gently, you stopped fighting the urge to slip.
Unfortunately, that was when one Melinda May decided to enter your room.
“L/N?”
Your head whipped around to meet your superior officer’s gaze. There had been so many times where May had almost caught you regressed. She was much too observant for anyone in the team to hide anything for too long.
May’s eyes softened as she took in your state,
“Y/N, you’re sick.”
“’M fine.” You mumbled around your thumb.
Slowly, May made her way over to you and placed a gentle hand on your forehead.
“You’re not fine, you’re burning up.”
Your lip trembled as you tried to hold back tears, you truly did just feel so dreadful.
“Hurts” you say as your tears slip out. May softens once more as she wordlessly pulls you into her strong arms.
“Shh” May starts gently combing your hair back as she rocks you both back and forth, continuing your motions from earlier.
“How about we go see Jemma?” You stiffen, you didn’t want the others seeing you little.
“No mama” May composed herself, glad you were finally trusting her with this after so long of watching you hide it. She tried to allow you to come to her with it when you were comfortable, but it seems as though this illness has made the decision for you.
May shushed you softly, “You’re sick, y/n. Do you want to feel better?” You nod against her chest. “Well, I think that a visit to Jemma is in order then, hm?”
You sigh, teddy clutched in your arms. “Jemma here?”, May understands and nods, pulling her phone out to call Dr. Simmons, while also sending a quick text after letting her know of your regressed state. The privacy ship had sailed, and she wanted Simmons to be prepared as to not upset you further.
“Knock knock, just me.” Jemma entered, you curled further in May, refusing to let her go.
“Hi, y/n. May said you weren’t feeling too well?” Jemma knelt in front of you, being very careful not to startle you.
“Y/n, can Jemma give you a check-up? So, we can help you feel better?”
“Mama stay?” May gave a warning glare to Simmons before responding,
“Mama’s right here, honey. I’m not going anywhere.”
Jemma took that as the okay and got out the thermometer, slipping it in your mouth after May took out your thumb.
“Hm, it’s at 102. I can probably try to just get it down with fever reducers and a cool cloth for now. But we’ll have to keep an eye on it, I don’t want it getting above 103.” May nodded at Jemma’s words, brushing a loving hand over your warm face.
You cooperated as Simmons checked your throat and ears but started to whine as she felt around with the cold stethoscope.
“Oh, I know sweet girl, I’m almost done.” Jemma cooed. May rubbed your back as you tried to move away.
“There we go, all done darling. You did so good! I’m going to give you some medicine and we’ll get you feeling better lickety-split!” Jemma said making you giggle.
“Well done y/n, Mama’s proud of you.”
Through some coaxing, you took your medicine and laid your head on Melinda’s chest for a nap. Jemma left the two of you to it, promising to keep everyone away and letting May know she’d be around if she needed her.
It wasn’t too long before the slightest of stirs alerted May that something wasn’t quite right. Your mumbles were incoherent as you woke up, tears starting as you tried to fight through the post-nap confusion.
“Hey, shh, shh” As May pushed the hair off your face, she felt how much warmer you’d become.
“Simmons, we need you down here, now.” She didn’t bother texting, just praying that Jemma had her comms in.
You cried and cried, everything hurt, and it was overwhelming. Nothing made sense and you were freezing cold, but Mama kept taking your blankets away. Why! Doesn’t mama know how freezing you are? Why is she doing that? Why is she looking worried and oh, why is Jemma here now too? She looks worried too, but less than Mama so it must be okay, right?
“Open up sweetheart.” Jemma slipped the thermometer in your mouth again, she frowned at Mama when she took it out.
“It’s climbing, 103.9 now. Do you know if yours or Coulson’s rooms have a bath?”
“Mine does.” Jemma nodded,
“Alright little bee, we’re going to go to May’s room now, alright? Just to have a little bath to cool you down.”
The two women tried their best to placate you before moving you, but you were just so sad. Being sick really sucked.
“Hey Simmons, whats – oh, Y/N? May? What’s going on? Is everything okay?” Daisy rounded the corner just before the three of you got to May’s room.
Jemma gave May a look to let her know she’ll deal with it as May tried to comfort you.
“Hey, hey shhh. Mama’s here. Daisy won’t be anything but supportive, don’t you worry.”
“Right! Shall we run that bath sweetpea?” Jemma turns to the bathroom, guiding you as she whispers that everything was fine with Daisy, that she was more concerned and eager to help than anything.
“Noo! Cold, cold!” you wailed as you wet set in the lukewarm water. You cried and cried as both May and Simmons tried to explain what was happening.
“Sweetheart, we have to do this to help your fever come down. I’m sorry little bee, it’s going to be okay.” Jemma soothed as May brushed your hair back to help you relax.
“Mama m tired. Jemma? I seep?”
“Oh honey, soon, okay? Promise.”
“Mama’s right here, okay? I’m right here, we’re going to get you all dry and comfortable and we can cuddle in Mama’s bed soon, alright?” You nodded as Jemma put the thermometer in your mouth again.
She smiled, “It’s 102, still not great, but it’s coming down. I think we can hop out of the bath sweet one.”
Jemma left and let Mama get you dressed. Leading you over to her bed she sat behind you humming and began to brush and braid your hair back, feeling you grow heavier as you tried to fight sleep.
Melinda pressed at kiss to your head as she put the brush down, “Come here baby, lay on Mama’s chest and rest.”
With Mama’s fingers tracing patterns on your back, you let yourself drift off to sleep.
just a lil blurb I wrote for myself to help me get through being sick yesterday with the comfort I needed, wish had a mama nat <3
**age regression**
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‘Mama?’ Natasha’s head had shot up when she heard your little voice. You were standing in the doorway of her office, a bit of late night work once she had put you to bed.
‘Is my little angel okay?’ Her voice was full of concern as she took in your appearance. Your eyes were slightly red and watery, your face pale with doe eyes while you held your favourite stuffie tightly.
You shook your head no and gave your mama a pout. Mama scooped you up in her arms right as the tears flowed down your little face, ‘shh, you’re okay my sweet princess,’ Natasha softly whispered while she gently rubbed your back. Your little arms wrapped around, clinging tightly onto your mama.
‘Mama…m was sicks,’
‘Oh sweetness, my poor little sunshine,’ Anything that Natasha had been doing was instantly discarded as she left her office, you still in her arms.
Natasha tried to put you down while she’d grab you a new onesie and your favourite frog hooded towel, getting you ready for a bath but the second your little feet touched the ground the tears instantly fell. All you wanted was to be close to your mama, being in her arms gave you the comfort you needed especially when you weren’t feeling well.
Your mama gave you a sad smile when she realised just how sick her little angel was really feeling. Normally you loved baths and playing with all the fun bath toys she had gotten for you. But right now all you could do was sit there and try to keep your little head up and eyes open. Your little body was exhausted. Natasha hated when you were sick, it was all out of her control. She just wanted her sunshine to always be happy and feel good.
All wrapped up and warm after your bath with your little head slumped against mama’s shoulder as she carried you around grabbing a few things that might be needed before getting the both of you settled in mama’s bed. Natasha laid you in her lap and cradled her little one in her arms.
Before Natasha could even try to see if you wanted a warm bottle, your eyes were closed and tiny slow breaths were heard indicating you were already fast asleep. She picked out your favourite paci and gently put it in with you instantly latching on to it. Your mama smiled, nothing but love and adoration in her eyes when she looked at her little sunshine.
Soft rubs to your upset tummy and a gentle forehead kiss, ‘Mama loves you angel,’
@karaslittlesunshine (tags since you wanted to see it!)
hi love❤️ sorry this is a day late!! just wanted to say happy happy birthday! i hope you had a good day and got lots of love and cuddles from all ur stuffies🫶🏼🫶🏼
i only saw this now, even super later so its okay!!! thank you so so much <3
Idk if requests are open but can you please write Alex Danvers x female little reader who is autistic and has a sensory overload from yelling when she went to drop food off for her and Kara only to accidentally regress in front of Alex? Maybe the two of them have feelings for each other but both are scared to bring it up until Kara urges them both to confess their feelings to each other?
yeah requests are open! i just haven't been writing much, but will put this on my list <3. i've recently been diagnosed as autistic so i'd really love to write this one at some point, however im not into the idea of adding the romantic feelings if thats okay?
i’m so sorry you’re feeling anxious darling❤️i promise everything will be okay. how about you cuddle up with some stuffies and relax, love? sending you a big warm hug and a forehead kiss 🫶🏼🫶🏼
youre so sweet, thanks you 🥺 m gonna have a nice relaxin night n cuddle my stuffies n maybe watch somefin
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