I love having fictional caregivers. Like, just looking at a character that I like and brings me comfort and going "you'd take care of me" is so healing and comforting :3
i rlly need for minors in the agere community to pls be careful about loudly broadcasting that ur looking for a caregiver :(( there are a LOT of rlly bad adults who will see that and take it as an invitation!!!!
plsplspls practice internet safety and don't advertise yourself out like that. you are basically putting a large target on yourself, sadly.
He loves doing gardening with you. fight me I'm right. 😂
He can and will pick you up <3
Bought you a teddy when he first became your GC, he got it whilst on a mission. Should he have been purely focused on his mission? Yes. Was he? Absolutely not.
^ Obi-Wan helped him pick the teddy. 🥹
If your teddy ever gets any rips in it or anything he will sew it back together.
Loves wrapping you in his Jedi Robes. (like a blanket)
He has a super soothing voice.
^ Will hum to help you sleep.
Forehead kisses >>>
He would genuinely be so good at dealing with big emotions!!! He knows how to help without undermining your emotions. If you regress involuntarily he knows exactly how to deal with the situation!!! <3
Not overly strict with rules. Just as long as your safe. (He himself isn't great at following rules sooo who would he be but a hypocrite to set loads)
The type of Caregiver to display any and all art you produce!!!
Arts and crafts. Especially paint!!!
Tea parties are a must.
Makes daisy chains for you :)
Knows how to style hair (for the lovelies with longer hair)
It's okay if you're not having a good day today. If you can't get out of bed, get dressed or wash yourself. If you can't play with your toys or watch your show. If you are hurting and in pain. If you're struggling to eat. If you are tired but still have to work.
You're doing so good and maybe tomorrow will be better. You're so strong and brave, you're doing nothing wrong. Take care of yourself the best you can, and that's enough.
I'm sending you so much love and support, I'm so proud of you. - Mikey
reblog if you have or want a caregiver who would treat your stuffies the same way you do like giving them good night kisses at bedtime, cleaning/bathing them when they get dirty, talking to them the same way as you would do, etc.
what’s this? miles making another agere positivity post? astonishing! /s
can we please give some love to the littles who literally work as caregivers FOR A LIVING?
the babysitters, whether it’s part time or full time
the daycare workers
the bus monitors/attendants (hey, that’s me!)
the foster parents and guardians
the nurses/CNAs
the old folks home workers
the teachers
the teachers aids/assistants
the school cafeteria workers
the summer camp leaders
the nannies
the coaches
the librarians
the social workers
the therapists and psychologists
and of course, the parents.
and so, SO many more careers that i probably missed. i think some people forget that we can regress too. we’re caregivers for a living, but littles at heart. i don’t see NEARLY enough love for people like us.
if you know someone who works in a job where they do caretaking work, and you know they’re a regressor, please do something nice for them. taking care of others when it’s sometimes hard to take care of yourself is one of the most difficult things a person can do.
please please please please reblog if you’re a writer and have at some point felt like your writing is getting worse. I need to know if I’m the only one who’s struggling with these thoughts
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Martin Whitly x little!reader
Summary: You visit your parents over the weekend but can't get the rest you need there, Martin comes (calls) to your rescue.
Word count: 711
Why did you think visiting your parents over the weekend was a good idea? Currently you didn’t know and you regretted the decision. Your parents had a somewhat unexpected visitor over and you stayed in your room, not willing to get up and socialize now. What you really wanted was to be in little space, enjoying your weekend before the next week of being an adult started. However, thanks to the visit that was off the table. You could hear your family talking across two floors, your door was already closed, and you had headphones on.
You also felt cranky and in need of a nap, floating in between little space and being big didn’t help at all. And on top of all those struggles, that felt like too much to handle in your current state of mind, you missed your partner and caregiver Martin. He had to stay back home for work. So there you sat in your room, blocking out noises from outside your room with headphones that blasted loud music, missing your caregiver and wanting to nap.
All you wanted was to curl up in his arms and nap. He was always so comfortable and warm. Perfect for cuddles in your opinion. And he always took such good care of you, reading you like no one else could – well maybe his son could but this isn’t about him. As if on cue your phone lit up with a call from Martin. “Think of the devil” you said to yourself before picking up.
You were first to greet him with a short “Hi”. “Hey, how’s my little angel doing?” came his reply softly. “Definitely not little and not an angel either.” You replied with a sigh and Martin could immediately tell that your mood was all but happy or content. “What’s wrong pumpkin?” his concerned tone had you spill everything in an instant. How you couldn’t be small because of everything going on in the background and how you missed him and just wanted to curl up in his arms and nap. A sad whine also made its way out of your throat and through the speakers to Martin. “Nawww my poor little angel. Hmmm let me think what we can do now.” While he thought about a solution, you curled up as best as possible on the desk chair you sat on.
“Okay, I think I have an idea, angel.” You hummed, signaling that he had your attention. “Can you go and lay down in bed for me? Grab a stuffie, your paci, whatever you need to be comfortable.” You got up from the chair and told him “I think I can do that yeah.” “Good. Let me know once you’re all snuggled up?” a short hum was the only answer he got while you were starting to get comfortable in bed. “Done. Am comfy. What do I do now?” you asked, curious what he had in mind. “Do you by chance have head or earphones lying around?” an idea dawned on you as to what his plan was, “Yeah I do, let me just quickly grab them.” You reached for your earphones, connected them to your phone, and told Martin you were all ready and set.
“Good job pumpkin. Now how do you feel about that nap you talked about earlier? Any better now that you’re in bed and have your earphones in?” You thought about it for a second and you were indeed feeling calmer than before. “Little better yesh. Can mostly only hear you now.” Upon hearing this Martin let out an acknowledging hum. “Alright then, how can I help you with falling asleep hm? I can read you a story, sing a lullaby, or just talk.” All of these sounded like a good idea but with your little side taking over more and more you decided on the story. And so he started to softly read you your favorite bedtime story.
Since you were wearing earphones that shielded you from outside noises and amplified Martin’s voice it didn’t take long for you to finally fall asleep peacefully. Once Martin was sure you were asleep he wished you sweet dreams in a quiet whisper. He stayed on the phone until you woke up again.
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Martin Whitly x Reader
Summary: Exam season has just finished and the realization of it hits. A few tears and cuddling ensue.
Word count: 441
Three months. Three months of continuous studying for exams. Three months of continuous stress, relief over a passed exam, and disappointment over failed exams. Three months of emotional rollercoasters. And here you were, a random Friday morning after the hellscape of your exam season, lying in bed with your partner Martin. You couldn’t believe that you didn’t have to get up and study for the rest of the day. You couldn’t believe that you were able to spend the day like you wanted to. You had fallen into this mind-numbing routine of getting up and studying until going to bed.
And as your mind caught up to your current reality tears started streaming down your face. Soft tears with the occasional sniffle. You didn’t realize that Martin had seen said tears until a hand made its way to one of your cheeks to wipe them dry. “Hey…What’s wrong, Love?” he softly asked, hand still gently stroking your cheek.
Strangely, a smile grew on your face. So much relief just washed over you. Cuddling closer to Martin you replied. “Nothing, just… happy to be finished with exams.” Martin hummed in acknowledgment, knowing how much exams had stressed her out. “You can relax now, Dear.” he said while pulling you in closer, one of his hands stroking your hair. The other rubbing comforting circles on your back.
At some point, one of your arms had also made its way to return the favor of back rubbing to Martin. You stayed there tangled up in bed for a while longer. Just relishing the time you could spend together. It felt like you had all the time in the world now.
"Can we stay like this forever?" you asked, the sound muffled because you were still lying close to Martin. He pulled away to look at you with a half-smile. One of his hands made their way up to cup your cheek and softly stroke your cheek. "You and I both know that, while it would be a tempting idea, it would drive both of us crazy at some point." you knew he was right, you both needed your work and studies to keep occupied and sane.
"Right... it would. But we can stay like this for just a little bit longer, right?" Martin gave you a slow nod in reply and you cuddled back into him, letting his warmth envelop you.
It was a nice and slow morning, for both of you. It didn't happen often but when it did it was nice and warm and comfortable. Just you and him in your own little bubble with no one and nothing interrupting your peace.
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Martin Whitly x Reader
Summary: AU where you and Martin met during med school (reader being a few semesters behind because they started later), set before he's put in prison.
Word count: 995
You were sitting at your desk, studying for exams like you had been for the past weeks. But as of recently, it felt like a drag. You were wondering why you were doing what you were doing. If it was worth it. If you could keep up with the speed of things, with the competition. If you deserved to be studying at University. It was a spiral you fell into more and more often lately.
You didn't notice the door of your apartment open nor that your Boyfriend Martin stepped into it. He knew that you had upcoming exams and suspected you'd be sitting at your desk studying. That's exactly where he found you after he had taken off his jacket and shoes. However, he didn't expect you to mindlessly stare out the window. You also didn't seem to have heard him enter your room, which made him worry cause you usually heard every little sound.
He carefully walked closer to your desk to not scare you. "Love?" he asked quietly, making you whip your head around in your chair. Staring at him for a second as if he were an alien. Once you realized it was him your gaze softened though it still held some sadness and fear caused by the endless spiral of what-ifs that almost constantly occupied your brain.
"Oh uhh hi Martin. What are you doing here?" you asked. He told you that he thought you two could maybe spend a nice evening together, cook something, watch a movie, or something.
Something about the way you looked irked him though. This wasn't how you usually looked, not the happy eyes that usually looked up at him. Something was up he knew that.
"Darling, you look like you're almost about to burst into tears. What's wrong?" Martin asked, concern laced in his voice. "And don't tell me it's nothing, I know something's up." he added in a serious tone.
You let out a big sigh, he wasn't wrong but you also didn't wanna unpack everything. It all felt too small to be a 'real' problem like it wasn't something you should feel so worried and upset about. Martin stepped even closer to you, turning your chair so that you were directly opposite him. He lifted a hand to your cheek and let his thumb softly glide over your skin. You leaned into his touch, feeling the warmth of him seep into your skin.
Knowing you couldn't stop him from asking until he had an answer you told him. Told him about how you were stressed about exams and the competition, and how you were questioning why you even studied. However, you left out the aspect of whether you deserved to study or not.
Martin knew you in and out so he knew you were keeping something from him. He looked at you with a stern but concerned face, prompting you to tell him the rest as well.
You closed your eyes before you told him the last bit. "I feel like I don't deserve this, don't deserve studying." You teared up after this statement. Martin just lifted you up from your chair and pulled you into a tight hug, which in turn made you cry out everything. Martin stroked your back in comfort and whispered words and phrases of reassurance.
Once your crying had calmed down to sniffles he pulled you from his chest so that he could look at you and hold your face with both of his hands. "You deserve studying, darling. You deserve to be a student. You deserve everything that you have." he told you. The earnest in his voice was clear as day and he hoped that it seeped into your mind.
Pulling you into him again, you two stood there, in your room, wrapped around each other, for a little while longer.
"Now I don't think I can really take away the stress about competition or the thoughts about you deserving to study or not. However, I think we can do something about feeling stressed out in general." You looked at him with curious eyes while he smiled slightly.
"What do you say about comfort dinner and then a movie after. I can cook or we can cook together. We can cuddle up for the movie and you can just turn that smart brain of yours off."
"Mhmm cooking together and movie night sounds good." So off you went into the kitchen to collect the ingredients you needed and started cooking. Whenever Martin wasn't occupied by preparing something for dinner he walked over to give you the occasional kiss or hug, knowing that the physical contact would help you feel better.
After dinner, which you and Martin thoroughly enjoyed, you got settled on the couch. You were sitting next to him, head somewhere between his chest and shoulder. Martin had given you the choice of movie, which meant your favorite movie was just about to start. You snuggled deeper into him and he put his arm around you, holding you as tight as possible.
You enjoyed the movie – with the occasional comment from either of you here and there – up to about the halfway mark, at which you felt the sleepiness creep in. You changed position so that now your head laid in his lap. Not long after his hand found its way into your hair, playing with different strands of hair and occasionally scratching your scalp too.
“You comfy down there love?” Martin asked in a soft voice, one that was reserved for the quiet times you two spent together. You only hummed a confirmation; you were too comfortable and sleepy to answer properly right now.
At this very moment, in this place, being so close to Martin, you felt safe, loved and so content with everything. Your head being quiet for once. You fell asleep not long after, the last words you heard were Martin’s soft whispers, “Goodnight my dear, have a restful sleep.”
Has a little area in his cell that keeps stuffies and toys for when you visit him
Took the guards a while to trust him around you
You feel really protected and safe when you're with him
Martin lives for cuddles with you cause let's be real he doesn't get enough physical contact, if you don't either then you're just as up for cuddles if not more
Would cuddle up with you for hours if he could
Sitting on his lap while he's taking notes on something, head against his chest or neck, and you just feel so comfortable and safe that you fall asleep
He'll notice when he feels your breathing even out
If you had a stuffie in your arms or a paci in your mouth he'd put some attention on that so that neither accidentally fall to the floor
Really good at knowing what you need cause he can read people well
Best storyteller/story-reader ever (if you remember the scene where he reads a bedtime story to Malcolm you'll know)
Trying to hide in his cardigan, arms, face, and all
Once you have buried yourself in his cardigan he'll let you stay buried for a bit before lifting the cardigan up where your face is and asking if you're comfy
Might use his phone time to call you when your last visit has been a while and he feels like he should check up on you
I like to think that he (just like Aziraphale) would do some research about age regression
He'd do the research to understand not only what you need while regressed but also wants to know about the medical/neurological processes behind it
Would talk to your stuffies if you're doing/paying attention to something else. Telling them how proud he is of you and how good you are
Loki x little!reader
Summary: Headcanons turned drabble about Reader telling Loki they age regress.
Wordcount: 505
- Assuming reader and Loki are already in an established relationship but reader hasn’t told Loki about their Regression yet I think Loki would figure it out sooner rather than later, he’s a smart cookie.
- However, he wouldn’t outright confront you about it cause he wants you to tell him because you trust him.
- I think it could go two ways, either he doesn’t do anything about it and just waits for you to tell him about it or he’d start to do small and subtle things he thinks might make you feel small (e.g., forehead kisses, snuggles, [insert whatever makes you feel smol)
- At some point, you feel like telling him. You go looking for him and find him in your living room reading a book. “Hey Loki, you got a minute?” you ask settling down next to him. You brought one of your stuffies as emotional support and set it down in your lap. “For you always love. What is it?” He puts his book down to show he’s giving you his attention. Getting nervous you start fidgeting with your hands, Loki puts his own over yours, sensing that you’re nervous. “It’s alright love you don’t need to be nervous. Deep breath in… and out. Good job.” You feel a little calmer after taking a deep breath with your partner. “Have you ever heard about something called age regression?” you ask slowly. “No, I haven’t but do you wanna explain to me what it is?” Loki replied and you nodded and explained it to him. He listened intently, his hands still on yours. “Alright so basically age regression is when someone mentally goes back to a younger age for comfort or as a coping mechanism. Did I get that right?” Loki asked after you were done explaining and you nodded. “Mhmm I see but why did you tell me about this love?”
You take another deep breath in and slightly reposition yourself and your stuffie on your lap. "Well... I age regress." You said quietly looking down at your stuffie. Loki gave a comforting squeeze to your hands before lifting one hand up to your chin, tilting your head up so you were now looking at him.
“I’m proud of you for telling me, darling. I had guessed that something was going on but wanted you to feel comfortable with telling me.” After a short pause he added “What would you like to do now? Do you want me to be your caregiver, do you want to look for a caregiver somewhere else, do you want a caregiver at all?” So many questions but you knew the answer even before you had started this conversation with Loki, you wanted him to be your caregiver.
“Want you as my caregiver please.” You said quietly, blushing, and cuddling the stuffie on your lap.
Shifting his hand from your chin to your cheek and then your hair to ruffle it, Loki let out a soft chuckle “I’ll be your caregiver with great pleasure”.
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