hiii!! online I go by anya! outside of tumblr i'm into art (printmaking and ceramics), journaling, reading, and learning about philosophy
submissions are always open!
i used to be more structured about who i write for but now i just write what i want to! submit whatever you want and i'll write about it if i'm interested :)
if you want specific pronouns or nicknames please include that in your request! otherwise i stick with gender neutral reader
beast from xmen with a little reader who tries to help around the lab
-he was hesitant to let you in while you were little in the first place
-there wasn't really anything age appropriate for you to work on, so he just let you play with some clean tools and random scraps at a table close to his workspace
-you realize quickly that being in the lab isn't much fun when you can't actually help
-you pull on his lab coat and look up at him with a pout "'m bored!"
-he pauses what he's working on and gives you an apologetic look "well i tried to tell you there wouldn't be much for you to do sweetheart"
-you huff lightly and just watch him quietly when he continues his work
-a moment later, out of the corner of his eye, he sees your hand reach out for the beaker in front of him but he jerks it away from you quickly
-once it's out of your reach, he takes a second to compose himself and turns to you
-"go sit back down and i'll you a piece of paper and some crayons ok?"
-but he knows you, knows that it won't keep you occupied for long so while he goes to find the crayons he messages logan
-surprisingly you're still quietly colouring when logan shows up 15 minutes later
-he plucks the crayon out of your hand and lifts you into his arms
-"alright come on troublemaker, let's go colour somewhere safer for those grabby hands"
aside from going through life changes, i started feeling pressured to answer every request i got, so during my break i realized that it's not that serious! turns out i can write whatever i want and i plan to be doing a lot more of that :)
two little updates though:
- "denying the father allegations" won't continue because turns out it's hard to write a comforting little!reader fic with a character in a universe where everyone is always hurt! i'll be leaving the first one up but updating the title and my author's note!)
-i like the idea of making this blog a little more visual, so would anyone be interested in some mood boards? (iâve been following @crayola-critter for a bit now and iâm really inspired by his blog! go check it out!)
thank you to everyone who's still reading my stuff <3333
and what do we think about little!reader with cowboy!rafe cameron or cowboy!simon
âą After a meltdown makes you go nonverbal, Wanda helps you communicate your big feelings together.
cw: age regression
( 1109 Words )
The fuzzy carpet felt cool on your bare legs, your oversized shirt scrunching up and resting on your upper thighs. The room had grown chilly from Wanda opening the porch door just a crack, the wind sneaking its way into the living room.
Your tears had finally dried, your chin now resting on your crossed arms. It felt silly, the meltdowns. It just got all too much. The lights, the noises. Trying to make your brain be a bigger kiddo, make the words come out right.
But Wanda understood it all, of course. She always did. When the words had started to jumble on your tongue, and when with a cry of frustration you had given up, she was quick to sit. Quick to let you squeeze her hand until it grew pale.
âHey bubby. I got you your cards.â
Wandaâs voice drew you out of your thoughts, and you craned your neck to see her patter towards you, taking a crossed legged seat on the carpet a few steps away from you.
âMama even added some stickers,â she added, her lips curling upwards when you let out a soft giggle. Your eyes followed the stickers on the laminated cards, a variety of animals stuck on them.
You took a moment to shuffle through the cards, before picking one to show. The word âlikeâ was printed on it in bold letters, with a galaxy themed background. Wanda had let you help make all the cards months ago.
With a tap, you showed Wanda the card, and she tilted her head towards the sticker arrangement. âYou like the stickers, munchkin?â
An enthusiastic nod.
Wanda paused, spreading the cards before glancing at you. Her playful expression died down, her face turning a bit more serious. But the softness in her eyes and the gentle tilt of her lips remained.
âDo you want to talk to mama about those big feelings you had?â Wanda suggested, glancing up at you. You took a breath in, your brows furrowing while you searched for a card.
âYesâ.
Wanda nodded, shuffling in place. âOkay little one, good job using your cards!â she praised, not missing the ways your eyes lit up from it. âNow, can you tell me what was making those big feelings overflow?â she questioned, tilting her head.
You hesitated, chewing your bottom lip before answering. âLoudâ. âLightâ. âHungryâ.
âAnd all that together made you feel not so good, bunny?â You hummed in agreement, slightly frowning. Wanda was quick to notice, adding on reassurance. âAnd you know thatâs okay, honey. I know it can get pretty overwhelming. But mama got you a snack, and a worksheet. How would you feel about trying that?â
There was a brief pause before you gave a nod of agreement, and observed Wanda stand up, disappearing for a moment down the hallway before coming back, a slip of paper and a box of crayons in hand and a bag of Goldfish in the other.
She sat down cross-legged once more, this time beside you instead of across from you. Your shoulders relaxed, a flutter in your stomach forming when she sat.
âDo you want to sit in mamaâs lap? Or, we can sit beside each other and I can help you color.â Wanda offered, waiting for you.
For a moment it seemed she almost forgot until she added on, quick to repair her mistake. âOh goodness! Iâm sorry honey. Mama almost forgot youâre not up for words today. I know big words are difficult for tiny babies! How about you hold up one finger for sitting in my lap, and two for coloring together? Is that okay, little bird?â
You gave a small smile at her remembrance, before holding up one finger. Wandaâs lips curled upwards, grinning happily at you before scooping you under your arms and adjusting you to sit on her thigh. The scent of strawberry perfume calmed your senses further, any lingering weight on your chest fading away.
She stretched her arms over to the coffee table next to you, grabbing a hard-cover book and placing the sheet on top of it, before adjusting it so it was on top of your lap.
âNow, you see all these colors? We can use these colors to fill up the cup to show how you were feeling earlier. So, blue is for sad. Green is for scared. Red is for mad. Yellow is for embarrassed. Can you do that for me, honey?â
You gave a nod, picking out the green crayon first and allowing Wanda to sneak a couple Goldfish into your mouth to chew. Your hand hesitated, hovering over the paper before filling half the cup with green.
After a moment, you added some yellow. Your grip on the crayon grew more sturdy, less shaky.
Wanda watched carefully, helping you take more bites of your snack. Then a bit of blue, finishing the cup.
The crinkling of the Goldfish bag and the scents of the newly bought crayons made a soft smile tug at your lips just ever so slightly, the fear, the anxiety, everything, slipping out of your grasp.
You looked up at Wanda for approval, giggling when she gave you a wide grin.
Wanda gave a hum of approval, setting the empty bag of Goldfish down next to her as you showed the piece to her. âWow, bubby! You did such a good job drawing out all of those big feelings for mama,â she praised, sticking a light kiss on your forehead.
She adjusted you momentarily, her strong arms lifting you gently under your armpits, settling you on her hip. The paper was placed neatly on the coffee table by the pack of crayons, and your deck of communication cards were placed in your hand.
âDo you want to go cuddle upstairs with mama?â Wanda offered, stopping by the kitchen to throw away your bag and glancing down at you.
You flipped through your cards. âYes.â More shuffling. âPlease.â
âOh my, such a good job using your cards, bubba!â Wanda praised, beaming down at you and running slender fingers through your hair. âCome on, let mama give you lots of snuggles tonight.â
You felt your eyes grow a bit heavier, the feeling of soft hands supporting your weight and the sound of Wandaâs gentle footsteps with the creaking wooden stairs lulling you.
âItâs okay to sleep pumpkin, mama will be here when youâre up.â You heard Wanda mumble into your ear, the comforting warmth of her breaths fanning onto your cheek.
So, you allowed yourself to slip into a comforting sleep, free from the dayâs stress, held in the love Wanda always gave so freely.
haiii :3 little reader biting könig gave me ideas and anon who suggested petre is just encouraging me ... can i request dog hybrid little reader with könig pretty please ??? thankies !!
thank you for the request! i miss hybrid reader!
-i think that konig would take pride in maintaining your fluffy ears and tail, he buys all the best products for your fur and diligently gives you a deep scrub once a week
-although you don't ask, he loves giving you chew toys, special treats and little gear
-he's very protective of you, keeping you within eyesight if you're not right up against him
-he loves carrying you around like a baby, and you love being able to rely on him to hold you whenever
-loves watching you create your nest and asks you if he can enter it about a thousand times before you tug at his shirt towards you
-loves switching out your collar to another one with a different colour or vibe
^-he bought you a collar specifically for when you're regressed, it's a softer material, slightly looser, and decorated with your favourite character's face all over
-when the 141 is babysitting you, he has extensive care instructions for you
-he loves how your hybrid qualities mix with your little tendencies
^-your expressive tail wagging when you're excited, sensitive ears that twitch and turn, and bitey teeth
natasha and wanda watching over hyper kid regressed reader
i love this pairing!! thanks for submitting!! i interpreted this prompt as these two as reader's caregivers
-it's common for you to hear "go run a lap outside love" or "how about you ask peter to go to the gym with you and you can do some play wrestling?"
-every night before bed, they make sure to do some activities to wear you out, and some simple stretches to transition your body and mind into a slower pace
-the others can keep up with you to some extent but peter matches your energy completely, so nat and wanda will often invite him over to occupy you while they rest a bit
-sometimes when they're desperate wanda will use her magic in creative ways to entertain you
-natasha builds you obstacle courses in the gym for you to complete with lots of ropes to swing on and things to jump over/through
-the two of them eventually want to buy a nice house on a lake and by a forest so you can let out all your energy that you have when you're little
-when you're understimulated, you tend to climb all over wanda (typically while she's working too) she's like your personal climbing structure (which she doesn't always appreciate)
^-when she tries to redirect you, you just pout at her sadly and then go find natasha to bother
SORRY FOR TAKING SO LONG ANON!! i'd love to do another full babysitter soap fic! sorry again :(
-he'd pretend to break to break one of your rules (like not bathing you before bed) just so that you'd get all giggly and correct him, "no silly! i gotta go in da bath!"
-he's really good at convincing you to do things you don't want to, he has this charm that works on your little brain everytime you complain about something
^-he loves showering you with affection when you do something you struggle with (like brushing your teeth or drinking water) "wonderful job, lovey!" he gives you so many kisses on your cheeks and ruffles your hair
-speaking of hair, i think that no matter your hair texture, he'd learn how to take care of it and style it, him and simon would get into competitions about who could do your hair the best
-when he reads you bedtime stories, he leans into it completely! he has a different voice for every character, and you secretly think he's the best at reading to you
^-he's so dynamic when he reads, and you get so engaged as a result
-soap would loooooove throwing a ball for little!doghybrid!reader, he loves watching you chase after the ball and then come back to him panty, eagerly waiting
AHHH THANK YOU!! it's been a long and rough couple months so that's why i haven't written much! also the agere fic authors i read haven't been writing as much either so that hasn't helped my low motivation! thankfully i'm in a better space now so tonight i'll do some writing!
so this is a sign for everyone to write little!reader fics so i can read them :)
Hiiii, so I wanted to recommend a show for you because I have basically fallen in love with the main character and NEED more people to write x reader fics with him (maybe x little reader fics cuz their's none ofc) but anyway the shows called Shoresy it's on hulu
The summary of it is a hockey team in Sudbury Canada need to win or else they fold while being led by their hot and funny asf captain, shoresy
I only just started season 3, but I already read all the fics I can find you can ignore this I'll tell you rn the show is a little inappropriate but the way shoresy is such a sweetest sweetheart that just wants to please and take care of the people he loves and I just AHHHHHHHH
Anyway how are you? I hope you're doing okay like I said you can laugh at this and ignore it but HIGHLY recommend đ
oh my goodness iâll totally check it out!! thanks for telling me about it because i totally get being obsessed with a character and thereâs like no fics about them! iâll make a post when iâve watched it and then you can help me come with ideas n stuff!! thanks for sharing anon <3
notes: swearing because it's butcher so duhh, i imagine them in their base in season 2, not necessarily a littles are know universe but the characters are already aware of agere
words: ~1k
a/n: hey everyone! february and march are the most disgusting months ever for me, so i've just been focusing on getting through each day. i'm on season three of the boys and i'm obsessed with butcherrrrr he's so father!!
âIâm not a fucking babysitter.â Butcher grumbled into his phone.
âI know Butcher but my meeting is at a strip club and Iâd rather not bring them with me.â Jamie's voice crackles over the call.
âJust leave âem alone, whatâs the worst that can happen?â
âI-â Jamie sighs, âjust please.â
âYeah alright, send them over.â Billy agrees.
âJamie please!â Your friend moves your hand thatâs gripping his jacket to hold onto Butcherâs coat.Â
âDonât worry pup, this big guy will keep you safe, you remember Butcher donât you?â You do remember Billy, so you guess it canât be that bad. You huff.Â
Jamie hands you your plushy and leans in close to Billy, whispering so you donât hear. âIf you lose their stuffie, Iâll make sure you lose all your fingers, and you can deal with a crying toddler too.â
Billy just smiles back smugly. âTheyâre gonna come back to you without any scratches and that otter snug in their arms, I can promise you that.â
Jamie rolls his eyes and then turns back to you. âAlright sorry kid, I gotta go, donât get into any trouble.â You watch as he walks up the stairs and Butcher waits to speak until the door is closed.Â
âYouâre not getting into trouble if youâre already in the company of trouble.â He winks at you.
You settle into a chair beside M.M, watching as he works on his dollhouse. You recognize the team from the odd jobs you have done for them in the past, so you arenât super uncomfortable, but it obviously isn't the nicest place to be in either. You perk up when you hear Frenchie speak from across the room.Â
âBoss, the meetingâs been moved up to 3.â He looks at Butcher.
âAlright boys let's go, I guess youâre coming with us.â Butcher tells you and when you look at him with concern heâs quick to reassure you. âItâll be quick hm? And youâll stay in the van with Frenchie, all safe and sound.âÂ
You let Butcher lead you out of the building and into the van, feeling oddly safe under his care. Youâre not the most trusting in general, especially with the kind of work you do, but when youâre little you tend to be good at finding the right people to trust.Â
You grip your otter tightly during the bumpy drive, unsure of what was about to happen. If Jamie trusts Butcher then you donât have to worry, you decide. Thankfully, itâs a quick drive before the vehicle comes to a stop and the door is sliding open. Hughie hands out some technology to everyone except you and Frenchie, and itâs a flurry of activity without any explanation. Context wouldnât be much use for your little brain, you suppose.
âAlright love, you sit your ass right here and donât move alright? Frenchieâll snitch if you do.â Butcher tells you. You look at Frenchie warily but he shakes his head slightly which makes you giggle. âSee? Youâll be just fine.â Butcher reaffirms.Â
For about 10 minutes youâre alone with Frenchie in the van, watching as he sets up the equipment and monitors the computer. Naturally you get bored. Holding your otter in one hand, you use your other hand to fidget with random things on the floor. Youâre not quite sure what they are but theyâre fun to play with.Â
A hand slowly comes into your sight and pulls the item from your hand.
âThat isnât good for little hands, so how about this?â Frenchie hands you a blue wire, and you take it. It keeps you satisfied, and you twist it as you wait in a comfortable silence.Â
One by one, the rest of the crew filters back into the van after theyâve done their jobs.Â
Everyone watches the cameras, keeping an eye on the top right one, which monitors the room where the meeting is being held. Itâs a musty room with a circular wooden table in the middle, and men sit around it. Things start to escalate with more yelling and then suddenly it all goes to shit. One chair is thrown and then guns are out. One lanky guy brings out a long sword, and starts swinging it around.Â
âHe looks kinda like you Hughie.â M.M remarks with a laugh and the others snicker too. Hughie just rolls his eyes but smiles too. Everyoneâs faces drop when the guy starts hacking at the others. Butcher puts a hand over your eyes so you donât see, what you assume to be, a brutal mess.Â
âDonât need to see that much, dove.â You plug your ears too, as now youâre more aware of the disgusting sounds that are being picked up as well. You zone out after that, even after Butcher lets you see again. You go into your own world, pretending itâs your otter whoâs on the adventure.Â
When Jamie comes to pick you up youâre telling Butcher all about your otterâs adventure and all the information she learned.Â
âAnd and she sawed that the guys didnât have ânough guy so theyâre hiring more, so sheâll be a spy ân join their team.â Billy nods along as you tell the story. Itâs not very coherent but he makes an effort to listen.Â
âHey bug, did you have a good time?â Jamie asks and you rush over to him. He picks you up and you rest your head against him.Â
âMhm,â you mumble against his sweater. Butcher walks over to the two of you and hands Jamie your stuffie.Â
âAlright, say thanks to Butcher.â He prompts, and bounces you encouragingly.Â
You lean over to Billy and press a messy kiss to his cheek. âThanks,â you slur, and hide into Jamie once again. Jamieâs surprised at the display of affection but smirks when he sees Butcherâs eyes widen slightly.Â
The team watches with matching smiles as well. Butcher catches them out of the corner of his eye.Â
notes: weed, just a thought i had and it's very much self indulgent, it's kinda giving daryl (TWD) vibes?
the joint had been passed around the circle. your group of friends had gathered together to celebrate the beginning of summer. you're sat around a campfire, sâmores and dinner already eaten and now there's a peaceful air around you. your mind is hazy, a mix of weed, and something else. in the comfort of your group, you begin to feel a little small. thereâs a warm feeling in your body that you canât ignore. you feel a nudge and turn to look at him.
âare you regressed?â he whispers, and the others canât hear him over their conversations.
you respond to him with a shy nod. he scoots his lawn chair right beside yours and puts his arm around your shoulders. itâs an awkward position but the physical touch is worth it. you melt in his touch, relishing the floaty feeling in your mind. you let yourself zone out again, eyes glazing over, and your mind finally quiet.
A/N:Soooooo I'm low-key in the middle of a spiral rn and lemme tell you it ain't fun. BUT I made this n I hope ye enjoy! I loveee sunset on a dirt road in an old pickup with eagles playing and a dude like Daryl beside you vibes. If that makes sense. They're my preferred vibe. Also reader isn't that little here! Just sorta aging down a bit. Also a vibe I enjoy, still big enough to hold conversations and act grown.
A Dirt Road and a Tab
Parings: Cg!Daryl x Little!reader
Word Count: 403
Warnings: Cussing and smoking.
"Welcome to the Hotel California...." The sound of the radio fills the car, rays of dappling golden light from the quickly setting sun falling comfortably across your face as thick coils of grey smoke float from the cigarette that rests between your fingers.
"Eagle's CD was a fuckin score." Daryl mutters, tapping his fingers against the steering wheel.
You let out a little giggle, bringing the cig up to your lips "was a great choice."
Daryl narrows his eyes, a bit suspicious at how high pitched the laugh was but opts to ignore it.
You inhale the smoke, feeling the calm wash over you as the nicotine works its way comfortably into your system. You don't smoke often, but you try to enjoy it when you do. Your inexperience is quickly proven when a tendril of smoke hits the back of your throat the wrong way and you immediately begin hacking, feeling a burn in your throat that you're sure will last for days.
"You good?" Daryl asks, pulling his eyes away from the road to look at you, a look of slight amusement dappling his face. You nod, eyes streaming and a hand covering your mouth as your lungs burn. " 's fine" you manage out between coughs.
Daryl quirks an eyebrow, hearing a definite slur in your voice. "Hold up. You little?" You shake your head, letting out one final short cough. "No? Don't be stupid."
There's no way of hiding it from the ever perceptive Daryl. He shakes his head in disapproval and reaches out to grab at the cig in your hands. "Gimme that." He grunts, trying to keep the car straight as he grasps at the air, huffing at your little laughs as you hold it just out of his reach. "Daryl leave it" you laugh. "Nah, smoking ain't for kids."
With a well timed swipe, he snatches the cigarette from between your fingers, smiling as he jams it between his own lips.
You fold your arms, face turning into a pout. "Hey I'm a grown up."
Daryl snorts a little at that. "Yeah with the mind of a kid. 's not up to you." He wraps his lips around the cigarette, inhaling before blowing some of the smoke at your face. You laugh, waving the smoke away. "Still not fair. You owe me a cig when I'm bigger."
Hii! I'm the one who sent the petre request and saw your post on doing it with hybrid!little!reader and if you could that'd actually be really cool too! :D
some headcanons!! i'd love to write something longer but i don't have any ideas :/ i'd love some requests with specific ideas/plots
hybrid!little with a nest or making one? or simon being protective over their nest?
notes: simon/johnny/reader, mentions of little!reader, nothing explicitly romantic
ears:
-simon secretly loves your ears, loves watching them twitch, and turn. they're so responsive
-when it's just the three of you, he loves the velvety feeling, and strokes them with his thumb mindlessly. he'll never admit it, but it's soothing for him (and you adore the feeling too)
-your ears perk up with simon or johnny walk into the room, swiveling in their direction
-your ears are very sensitive so you have issues with loud noises, but your hearing is very useful on missions
-you have special earplugs designed to fit your ears
tail:
-johnny and simon smile when they feel your tail thump against their legs when you're sat in between them
-simon takes pride in keeping your tail nice and fluffy, making sure to brush it regularly so there aren't any matts
-they like seeing you curled up in your nest with your tail covering your face
-sometimes johnny wakes up with a mouth full of tail, and he tiredly pushes it out of his faces and then pulls you closer to him again
-when you're waiting for simon to throw your ball across the field, your tail wags eagerly in anticipation
teeth:
-your teeth find themselves in everything, it's a quirk that everyone is aware of
-if you weren't a hybrid it would be less socially acceptable but you can get away with it
-it's easier to mask your regression tendencies as hybrid things
-kyle gets you chew toys as presents, with was a little insulting at first but you enjoy them a lot more than you'd like to admit
-your teeth come out when you're play fighting with johnny or actually sparring with simon. you nip at their arms and fingers to try and distract them
-price has to tell you to stop chewing on sticks during missions when you don't have any toys with you