hiii!! i’m anya and am 18+ but ok with minors interacting with my stuff. 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
about content: gender neutral, no "y/n", reference to r having longer hair
a/n: based off of two dreams i had and needed to write this
You and Gaz had just finished a mission, a short that felt like it went on forever. You had managed to get bruised and caked in dirt despite the goal of getting intel, which usually came with a less physically taxing demand. All you want now is Simon. You do your best to fend off overstimulation as you follow Gaz through the main barracks with violent LED lights overhead. With your pack over your shoulder, you have a free hand to dig your fingernails in your other arm. The sharp pain cuts through the dull ache running all over your body and distracts you from the headache that is forming by your temples.
When you two arrive at the living area of your 141 section, Price is waiting for you by the kitchen. He’s stirring something on the stove in a large pot but looks up as you come through the door. You move your hands to fiddle with the strap of your bag, hoping that would make your distress less obvious.
“Hey you two, I’ve got leftovers when you’re ready. Heard about what happened.” You can hear the affection in his voice and when you meet his eyes, you know he’s looking you over with concern.
“Thanks Cap! I’m going to shower now, Bug you’ll be ok?” Gaz asks, and you nod without a word. Too tired to give a proper response and feeling shy at the attention. You’re grateful that he’s looking out for you but right now everything is too much and you just want Simon.
“I’ve got them, go on Gaz.” John responds and waves him off. You stand there awkwardly, almost waiting for Price’s instruction while Gaz walks away. When it’s quiet again you feel a little better.
“Where is he?” You mumble. You’re grateful that John hears you and understands who you need without more communication.
“He’s in one of the gyms with the recruits, has about 30 minutes left.” He replies and you turn around heading back the way you came, towards the training area. You have no energy left to respond. “You should shower first, and eat Bug. You’ll feel better.” He calls after you.
But you know what you want.
The gym isn't far, and when you arrive you notice Simon walking around, observing the pairs of recruits doing partnered exercises. You walk to a corner of the room, close to the entrance and find a spot between some spare lockers and boxes of random equipment. It lends itself as a place away from view but Simon knows you’re there. He always does.
He had heard from Price all the things that had gone wrong during your mission. He knew that you’d be wrecked. He’d prepared for it. Took the rest of the day off to be with you. Wore one of his sweaters he knew you like so that it’d smell like him. Made sure he had cozy sheets on his bed and brought over your stuffies from your room. Just a little longer, he thought, before he could be with you.
During the 25 minutes left of Simon’s session, you found yourself in a haze of regression, fatigue, and overwhelm. You pull out the small plush from your bag that you brought for your mission. The wait to be with Simon wasn’t unbearable, you just looked forward to being held. You squish yourself closer to the wall, out of visibility behind a stack of boxes while the recruits file out of the gym by the entrance near you. You hear Simon’s footsteps coming closer and you slowly stand from your hiding place.
“Can we go?” You ask softly and go to pick up your bag on the floor. Simon has got it over his shoulder before you can get to it so you opt for leaning into him.
“Yeah c’mon love.” Simon looks you over like John had done, but you don’t notice since you have pushed your face into his chest. “You didn’t wanna shower or change first? Price coulda helped you doll.”
“Didn’t wanna” You murmur into his uniform.
“Alright let’s go.”
In his room, Simon hands you an old shirt that Soap gave you and a baggy pair of shorts. He pulls out your shower products and leads you to the small shower room the team share. He waits while you shower in silence, checking to see if you are ok every so often. When you come out, he insists on detangling your hair.
“No! Don’t wanna.” You push away his outstretched hand with a brush in it. You just want him and bedtime.
“I gotta pup, or it’s going to be tangled in the morning.” So you let him, and close your eyes, inhaling his cologne as he brushes carefully through your hair. He pats your back when he’s done and carries your shower supplies out of the bathroom, with you slowly behind. In his room you hang up your towel, dump your uniform in his laundry bin and sit on his bed.
“Can’t cuddle just yet baby, you have to eat. I know Price heated up leftovers for you.” He knows he’s pushing your limit but he stays firm.
“I don’t want to eat! I just want to lie down with you!” You start crying, and frustrated, tired tears run down your face. You’re feeling smaller and more exhausted by the minute. That means your patience was waning too.
“I know love but you’ll feel so much better when you’re full and you can nap. You don’t gotta do anything, just let me help you.” He understands that you’re tired and don’t need to be pushed but he needs you to trust him. He brushes your tears and strokes your back softly. You sniff and let him guide you to the kitchen hand in hand.
It’s only Gaz in the kitchen when you come in but when he looks up, Simon gestures to the hallway to leave. You notice this interaction despite your distress which only makes you more frustrated. Frustrated at yourself for crying, for feeling so needy, for taking up space. You whine and cry a little more. Still holding your hand, Simon leads you to the stove and puts food in a bowl for you one-handed. He squeezes it when he hears you getting impatient as he gets you a glass of water.
“Hold the glass of water love and we can go sit on the couch.” He nudges you towards the counter with the glass and then walks over to the couch. While he usually wouldn’t allow food near the couch, he knows you want to be close to him and the couch would be most comfortable. He pulls his hand away from yours, instead grabbing your glass and setting it down with the bowl. You wait impatiently but are soothed when he pulls you into his lap. Slowly he feeds you and coaxes you to drink sips of water. At a certain point you have hit your limit of compliance and are done. He leaves the meal clean up for someone else (probably Soap) carries you to his room.
It smells like him. It’s dim and cozy the way you like it. He sets you down on his bed, allowing you to rearrange the blankets and pillows into a nest while he quickly grabs his sweater, your pacifier and favourite stuffy. He tugs his sweater over your head and brushes your hair out of your face before pulling the hood over you. “Good?”
“Mhm.” You respond quietly and gratefully take your pacifier, put it in your mouth, and hold your stuffy close. You wait for Simon to get comfy before crawling over to lay on top of him. He pulls a blanket over the both of you and runs his hands through your hair, finally soothing you to sleep.
i'm honestly open to requests, i think i'd like to write some more
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? (i’ve been following @crayola-critter for a bit now and i’m 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
• 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.
“Hey bubby. I got you your cards.”
Wanda’s 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.
“Mama even added some stickers,” 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 “like” 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. “You like the stickers, munchkin?”
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.
“Do you want to talk to mama about those big feelings you had?” Wanda suggested, glancing up at you. You took a breath in, your brows furrowing while you searched for a card.
“Yes”.
Wanda nodded, shuffling in place. “Okay little one, good job using your cards!” she praised, not missing the ways your eyes lit up from it. “Now, can you tell me what was making those big feelings overflow?” she questioned, tilting her head.
You hesitated, chewing your bottom lip before answering. “Loud”. “Light”. “Hungry”.
“And all that together made you feel not so good, bunny?” You hummed in agreement, slightly frowning. Wanda was quick to notice, adding on reassurance. “And you know that’s 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?”
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.
“Do you want to sit in mama’s lap? Or, we can sit beside each other and I can help you color.” Wanda offered, waiting for you.
For a moment it seemed she almost forgot until she added on, quick to repair her mistake. “Oh goodness! I’m sorry honey. Mama almost forgot you’re 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?”
You gave a small smile at her remembrance, before holding up one finger. Wanda’s 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.
“Now, 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?”
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. “Wow, bubby! You did such a good job drawing out all of those big feelings for mama,” 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.
“Do you want to go cuddle upstairs with mama?” Wanda offered, stopping by the kitchen to throw away your bag and glancing down at you.
You flipped through your cards. “Yes.” More shuffling. “Please.”
“Oh my, such a good job using your cards, bubba!” Wanda praised, beaming down at you and running slender fingers through your hair. “Come on, let mama give you lots of snuggles tonight.”
You felt your eyes grow a bit heavier, the feeling of soft hands supporting your weight and the sound of Wanda’s gentle footsteps with the creaking wooden stairs lulling you.
“It’s okay to sleep pumpkin, mama will be here when you’re up.” 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 day’s 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 👌
oh my goodness i’ll totally check it out!! thanks for telling me about it because i totally get being obsessed with a character and there’s like no fics about them! i’ll make a post when i’ve 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!!
“I’m not a fucking babysitter.” Butcher grumbled into his phone.
“I know Butcher but my meeting is at a strip club and I’d rather not bring them with me.” Jamie's voice crackles over the call.
“Just leave ‘em alone, what’s the worst that can happen?”
“I-” Jamie sighs, “just please.”
“Yeah alright, send them over.” Billy agrees.
“Jamie please!” Your friend moves your hand that’s gripping his jacket to hold onto Butcher’s coat.
“Don’t worry pup, this big guy will keep you safe, you remember Butcher don’t you?” You do remember Billy, so you guess it can’t be that bad. You huff.
Jamie hands you your plushy and leans in close to Billy, whispering so you don’t hear. “If you lose their stuffie, I’ll make sure you lose all your fingers, and you can deal with a crying toddler too.”
Billy just smiles back smugly. “They’re gonna come back to you without any scratches and that otter snug in their arms, I can promise you that.”
Jamie rolls his eyes and then turns back to you. “Alright sorry kid, I gotta go, don’t get into any trouble.” You watch as he walks up the stairs and Butcher waits to speak until the door is closed.
“You’re not getting into trouble if you’re already in the company of trouble.” 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 aren’t 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.
“Boss, the meeting’s been moved up to 3.” He looks at Butcher.
“Alright boys let's go, I guess you’re coming with us.” Butcher tells you and when you look at him with concern he’s quick to reassure you. “It’ll be quick hm? And you’ll stay in the van with Frenchie, all safe and sound.”
You let Butcher lead you out of the building and into the van, feeling oddly safe under his care. You’re not the most trusting in general, especially with the kind of work you do, but when you’re little you tend to be good at finding the right people to trust.
You grip your otter tightly during the bumpy drive, unsure of what was about to happen. If Jamie trusts Butcher then you don’t have to worry, you decide. Thankfully, it’s 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 it’s a flurry of activity without any explanation. Context wouldn’t be much use for your little brain, you suppose.
“Alright love, you sit your ass right here and don’t move alright? Frenchie’ll snitch if you do.” Butcher tells you. You look at Frenchie warily but he shakes his head slightly which makes you giggle. “See? You’ll be just fine.” Butcher reaffirms.
For about 10 minutes you’re 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. You’re not quite sure what they are but they’re fun to play with.
A hand slowly comes into your sight and pulls the item from your hand.
“That isn’t good for little hands, so how about this?” 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.
One by one, the rest of the crew filters back into the van after they’ve done their jobs.
Everyone watches the cameras, keeping an eye on the top right one, which monitors the room where the meeting is being held. It’s 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.
“He looks kinda like you Hughie.” M.M remarks with a laugh and the others snicker too. Hughie just rolls his eyes but smiles too. Everyone’s faces drop when the guy starts hacking at the others. Butcher puts a hand over your eyes so you don’t see, what you assume to be, a brutal mess.
“Don’t need to see that much, dove.” You plug your ears too, as now you’re 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 it’s your otter who’s on the adventure.
When Jamie comes to pick you up you’re telling Butcher all about your otter’s adventure and all the information she learned.
“And and she sawed that the guys didn’t have ‘nough guy so they’re hiring more, so she’ll be a spy ‘n join their team.” Billy nods along as you tell the story. It’s not very coherent but he makes an effort to listen.
“Hey bug, did you have a good time?” Jamie asks and you rush over to him. He picks you up and you rest your head against him.
“Mhm,” you mumble against his sweater. Butcher walks over to the two of you and hands Jamie your stuffie.
“Alright, say thanks to Butcher.” He prompts, and bounces you encouragingly.
You lean over to Billy and press a messy kiss to his cheek. “Thanks,” you slur, and hide into Jamie once again. Jamie’s surprised at the display of affection but smirks when he sees Butcher’s eyes widen slightly.
The team watches with matching smiles as well. Butcher catches them out of the corner of his eye.
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, s’mores 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. there’s a warm feeling in your body that you can’t ignore. you feel a nudge and turn to look at him.
“are you regressed?” he whispers, and the others can’t 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. it’s 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."
