You had hid it away pretty well, all things considered.
You were an upcoming young woman, quite the solider in your ranks, you were more than capable. Your boys knew that you were just as much as a lady as you were a good gunman. They had seen you help bugs off the street while holding your skirt and then in the same day take a man down without blinking. Within the quiet moments you were doing your own thing like a book, playing a game on your phone, or curled up on the couch with a blanket. But you liked to be around them, that’s the thing they noticed.
They thought you were quite alright.
So it came to a surprise when you became a completely different person out in public. Quiet, withdrawn, almost non-verbal. Everything seemed big, loud, overwhelming. It wasn’t a battlefield you could take orders from and navigate, it was just intimidating. And suddenly that big girl act was nowhere to be found.
You sat beside the men in the packed waiting area of the restaurant, plenty of people and wondering eyes as the men all talked. A rare outing in the world of SAS, considering every minute was spent on the field.
A man sat down beside you with his family, too close for comfort, a lady who looked over your men giving some sort of eyes, there was a baby crying somewhere, people talking over each other, music playing, the lights were too bright, more and more and more.
You felt that tinge inside of you, pulling down your sleeves more and itching to drown out the noise. You shifted unconsciously, looking between your men for a savior. It came in the form of Gaz, who was sat next you, involved in the group discussion. One hand tucked into your side, the other went for his. Your fingers wrapped around his thumb, tucking yourself more into his side. Basically hiding behind him, away from the noise and people.
Gaz stopped talking to look over, trying to make sure you were ok. He saw your head of hair shoved into his shoulder and took a moment to assess your current state. He didn’t say anything, just rubbed your thumb as he went back to talking, giving the rest of the boys a small smile. They looked too, each letting out their own gruff of a laugh.
They let you be with Price, who was essentially a caretaker, being a captain was close enough. Sitting beside him all night, letting him talk for you. You found a sensory outlet in him, tugging on his jacket or his hands covering your ears when things got too loud for your liking. The guys didn’t really question it, not to your face anyways. They found it a bit odd, the sudden change in personality, but they’ve also seen worse in more horrible people in bone-chilling situations. This was nothing they couldn’t handle.
When Price stepped away for a moment, the next man got you to entertain. You liked Soap for his accent and tracing his tattoo and Ghost for his physical appearance, making use of his large body to hide away in. Gaz let you hang onto his fingers and tells you little things about the things around you. They encouraged small bites of food or little whines you let out every once in awhile.
If anybody would have seen it, they would have said the men enjoyed taking care of you.
“I wanted to apologize for the other night, it was inappropriate and I shouldn’t have-“
“Age Regression, then?”
It took you back just a bit, the look on your face said it all. You weren’t expecting him to know.
“I-“
“I did the research afterwards, found out about your habit. As long as it doesn’t affect your performance as my solider, then I’m alright being able to help you in whatever way you need….And the rest of them too.”
Ohohoh you don't know what you've just started, doll. Enjoy my rants, for you asked for it 🫶
Cregan -
I think know (and you can't change my mind) that Cregan turns into a big ol' soft wolf when you're little. He loves doing little things for you, taking over your duties and such until you feel big again. Best believe you don't leave his sight either. Oh? He has a council meeting? Well, suppose you'll just have to play at his feet with your toys. Stuck in his study all day going other boring adult stuff? You're curled up in his lap, his free hand brushing through your hair. You simply cannot leave his side—not that you want to, anyway.
Every member of the court and the castle has just gotten used to this and knows full that if they say something then Cregan will knock their teeth out, it had happened before. 100% buys you those really nice, fancy dolls. Probably has them specially brought in just for you. He doesn't care what nickname or title you call him, but his favourite is secretly 'papa'—or when you're playing, 'papa wolf'. He just finds the added wolf so cute.
Robb -
Robb spoils you just as much as Cregan, if not more, especially before the war of the five kings. Even after, he finds little ways to spoil you. When he's busy talking with Lords and making plans for wars, Greywind is attached to your hip.
The direwolf is under strict orders from Robb to protect and play with you. Robb often finds you and Greywind coming back to the tent covered in mud from playing. Robb would tut softly but never complain, because it means he gets to help you bathe and he loves the way you relax under his touch as he washes your hair.
Jon -
Similarly, if Jon's not with you, Ghost is. There's no way around it, you either stay with Jon or stay with Ghost. He'd only ever leave you alone if he knows you're 100% safe. Jon's lost too much and simply fears you getting hurt and being alone in that moment, even if you just clumsily trip over your own feet and scrape your knee, which has happened once and Jon never wants to see the way your lip wobbles as you fight back tears again. Whilst Ghost doesn't exactly play with you, he makes up for it in cuddles. Jon's forever coming back to his chambers to you and Ghost curled up together in bed or by the hearth.
Unlike Cregan, Jon encourages you to try to do things yourself before he helps you. He likes seeing your eyes light up when you manage to do something yourself. And if you can't do it—he's at your side helping or doing it for you because he loves you too much to make you struggle with something over and over again.
Summary: The family move into a bigger house, meaning the littles get their own bedrooms!
Warnings: This post and series is safe for work (SFW) regressions. Nothing explicit. However, please be aware that the rest of my blog is NOT. NSFW accounts are welcome to read and reblog, but please keep all comments SFW out of consideration for other littles.
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A/N: Please feel free to leave feedback or let me know where and how you want the story to continue, this is just as much yours as it is mine. - B
Tags: Let me know if you want to be tagged specifically for this series.
Steve Rogers and James ‘Bucky’ Barnes were exhausted yet excited as they pulled up outside their new home. A cozy house with a large backyard perfect for their little ones, and many rooms to get lost in while playing hide and seek.
The duo balanced each other perfectly as Bucky was the gruffed exterior, full of fun Daddy, and Steve was the strict yet sensitive, Papa.
Peter often regressed to the age of six years old, he was known as the mischievous one. Pulling pranks and finding new ways to make anyone and everyone laugh. You, at four, were the quieter of the pair. You often preferred to cling to Bucky’s leg and snuggle into him.
Your eyes widened as the car came to a stop. “Wow! Look at it, Papa! It’s huge!” Peter exclaimed as he tried to scramble out of the car, his voice filled with excitement. Steve exited the vehicle and opened Peter’s door, his sneakers crunched on the gravel driveway as he ran toward the front door.
You clung to Bucky as he lifted you out of the car, looking up at the house. “Daddy, is this our new home?” you asked, your voice muffled around your pacifier.
Bucky placed a gentle kiss against your cheek. “Yes, it is, Baby. What do you think?”
You nodded, reaching your fingers up to interlock with his hair.
Steve joined you, carrying a box labeled ‘Kitchen’. He smiled at Peter’s enthusiasm as he bounced on his toes waiting for you all to catch up to him.
“Can we go look at our new bedrooms?” Peter eagerly asked as his eyes sparkled with anticipation.
The caregivers exchanged a smile. “Sure thing, Buddy,” Steve said, unlocking the door. “Let’s go check them out.”
He dashed inside, with you, Bucky, and Steve following closely behind. Steve led the way through the warm, inviting house and up the stairs. “This one is yours, Peter,” he announced as he stopped in front of the first door, opening it with a flourish.
Both your and Peter’s eyes widened as you took in the sight of his new room. The walls had been painted red and blue, shelves decorated the walls filled with his Lego sets and Star Wars memorabilia. His bed was covered by a comforter featuring his favorite superheroes. “This is awesome!” he exclaimed, running into the room.
“Looks like we got it right, huh?” Bucky smiled at Steve.
Peter nodded vigorously and jumped onto his bed. “It’s perfect! Thank you, Daddy! Thank you, Papa!”
“You’re welcome, champ,” Steve began as he moved into the room, ruffling Peter’s hair. “We’re glad you like it.”
~
You moved to the door down the hall in Bucky’s arms, Steve led the way again toward another door. “And this, Princess, is your room,” Bucky said, as Steve opened your bedroom door and revealed a room painted in soft pastel colors– pink and lavender– the walls were adorned with posters of princesses and unicorns. A canopy hung over your bed with fluffy pillows and plushies spread across.
You gasped as your eyes widened. “So pretty!” you exclaimed, mumbled by your pacifier. Bucking grinned, and set you down so you could run to the bed. Gathering as many plushies as possible in your arms, you giggled.
Turning to Steve and Bucky, pacifier still in your mouth and plushies in your arms, you ran over to them. “Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!”
Kneeling, Steve kissed the top of your head. “You’re welcome, Baby.”
Peter popped his head out of his room, excitement still bubbling. “Can we play hide and seek now?”
“I promise we’ll play soon, Bud, let’s finish unpacking a few boxes first for Papa.” Bucky smiled at him. Peter groaned playfully and retreated to his room.
~
The rest of the day was spent unpacking and settling. The four of you filled the air with laughter and the occasional sound of running footsteps as you and Peter tried to explore every corner.
As bedtime fast approached, you nestled between Bucky and Steve on the couch. You rubbed your eyes as they grew heavier with each passing minute.
“Alright, little ones, it’s way past bedtime,” Steve said gently as he lifted you into his arms.
Yawning, Peter tried to hide behind a blanket, draped over the couch. “But I’m not tired, Papa!”
Ruffling Peter’s hair, Bucky yawned before speaking. “I think you’re more tired than you realize, buddy. Come on, bedtime.”
And with that, Steve carried you upstairs, followed by Bucky and Peter as you all began your first bedtime routine in your new home. Together.
hi very late but may I request a cute cg!jaehyun taking care of a VERY fussy little!reader hehehehehhehehehehheheh cant wait to see what u write :)) (saying this bc I was very late but I saw you saying like a week or 2 after u saying u wanted to write jaehyun fics..)
no ! ( but okay )
caregiver ! jeong yoonoh x age regressor ! reader
genres age regression content , fluff warnings reader has hair long enough to put behind the ears dni nsfw / kink author's note FAV MOOT . i will go to war for you . as someone who is extremely fussy when small , you and i are cut from the same cloth . hope u like it ! tag list restarting ! lmk if you would like to be added .
“No, no, no…”
“Come on, Honey.”
“Not finish yet.” You ignore Jaehyun’s gentle hand pushing the hair behind your ear, scribbling your crayon furiously to the paper on the floor like a painter struck with genius inspiration.
“Can we finish this later? Tomorrow, maybe?”
“No, no, no, no, no…”
Jaehyun’s eyes flutter shut. You’ve entered your ‘no’ phase all of a sudden and it has been carving at his patience. It’s not that he never wants you to say no, but when it comes to eating your lunch or cleaning up your toys or changing out of your outside clothes for comfy, clean inside clothes, he can’t deny it’s frustrating. He just wants the best for his baby, why can’t you see that?
“Baby.” He looks down at the phone in your other hand, currently shining a terrifying (in Jaehyun’s opinion) four-finned shark-dinosaur-thing. Papers surround your curled-up ball self on the floor, each one detailing a different kind of dinosaur. “The dinos need to sleep too, baby. We need to start getting ready now so you don’t forget to brush your teeth ‘cause you’re just so sleepy.”
“Nuh-uh. Dinos can’t sleep. They’re dead.”
His shoulders slump in his crisscrossed sitting position in front of you. It’s difficult to keep up with the canonical and non-canonical existences of your baby world.
“Okay… maybe. But when they were alive, they had to sleep.”
“…maybe.” You throw him a bone! Finally, it only took an hour.
“Yeah?” He places a hand over the screen. “There are those pretty eyes. Hi Honey.”
“Hi, Hyunnie.” You frown. “Hyunnie let go.”
“The phone told me he’s very tired and would like to go to bed now. Sorry, baby.”
“Not true, phones don’t talk.”
“Mine does.” He gives you a look that says ‘so embarrassing for you…’
You squint at him, unamused.
“Hyunnie let go.”
“Sorry, sweetheart. My hand fell asleep. Right here.” He shines his dimples at you innocently.
“Let go!” Your blue crayon is left forgotten to roll under the couch as you pull and pull on Jaehyun’s arm.
“No!” He sings, finally taking matters into his own hands, quite literally, by pulling you onto his lap. “Bed time. Bed time for my baby.”
He rocks you side to side, cheek resting on the top of your head as he confines you in between his arms.
“No!” You squirm around but to no avail. “No bedtime. No tired!”
“Mmm, yes!” You feel his lips press to your head. “Bedtime, bedtime. Time for jammies and teeth brushing and stories. Doesn’t that sound fun, baby?”
“No!”
“Yes!”
“No!”
“Yes!”
“No-o-o-o-o-o!” Your voice shakes as Jaehyun’s soft rocking turns more into a shake one would give only to a potato sack.
“Ye-e-e-e-e-es!” He smiles down at you as he finishes his best imitation of your little tantrum.
“No.” You frown up at him, but his eyes catch the quirks at the end of your lips that you fail to push down.
“Yes.”
“No.”
“Yes!” He attacks your cheek with a kiss, littering your face with them as he continues. “Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!”
“But why?” You give in, allowing yourself to go limp in Jaehyun’s hold.
“Because,” He mocks your whiny tone. “It’s late. It’s late and you get really mean when you don’t sleep enough.”
“That’s not true!”
“Hey.” He pinches your nose. “Why are you fighting me so much lately? It absolutely is true and you know it. Do you want Hyunnie to be all sad and weepy tomorrow? I’ll cry. You know I will. Wanna see? W-”
“No!” You giggle, putting both your hands up to cover his face. “Don’t wanna see Hyunnie sad. But am just no tired, Hyunnie.”
Another kiss to your palms lets Jaehyun see your face again.
“But I am. Can’t you just get ready for bed with me? It’s so scary to be alone.” He pulls you into his chest, squeezing but never too tight. “So scary! I need my Honey to help me!”
“Not scary, Hyunnie.” You giggle. “But okay. Honey help!”
“Really?” He pulls you away to meet your eyes and bumps your foreheads together. “Really really? For reals? How many reals are you talking?”
“All the reals!” You beam.
“Oh, thank you, baby. You sure are doing Hyunnie a solid.”
—
You didn’t realize how cold you were until you put your pajamas on, soft and warm, still smelling of laundry detergent. It’s like wearing a blanket and you rub the fabric against your arms to warm yourself up some more.
Your socks slide against the wooden floor as you hear Jaehyun take his turn to brush his teeth in the bathroom. You left a total mess! Your artwork is all over the floor, what if you lost one?
Not feeling like wanting to clean up at the moment, you put your crayon box on the coffee table to put it in its proper place tomorrow.
Wait.
You’re missing one!
Where did it go?
You hum to yourself as you gather all your drawings in a neat pile, making a mental note to yourself to date them all in the morning. You search under the table and behind pillows and blankets. Where is your green crayon?
“Ah-hah!” Jaehyun spots you back in the living room, face to the floor.
“Baby, what are you doing?”
“Found my crayon, Hyunnie. Thought I lost it.” You lift yourself up, pulling your hand out from under the couch to show it to Jaehyun proudly.
“I’m glad you didn’t lose it, Honey.” He smiles. “But you didn’t have to get on the floor for that. You’re gonna get your jammies dirty.”
“’s okay! Needed my crayon.” You kneel over to slide the crayon back amongst its brethren in the paper box.
“Don’t you have a lot of other ones?” He helps you up by the hand.
“Not the same. Different shade o’ green.”
“Mmm, makes sense.” Jaehyun notices the pile of paper on your arm. “You’re taking your drawings to bed?”
“Yeah. Not tired so Honey’s gonna do storytime today.”
“Oh, really? Thank you, baby. You’re gonna teach me about dinosaurs?”
“Yeah.” You flop onto the bed. “Dinosaurs are super cool.”
“But aren’t they scary?” Jaehyun flicks off the light in the middle of the ceiling, warm soft light from your nightstands keeping the room from complete darkness.
“No. ‘cause they’re dead,” You explain simply.
“..right. I forgot that for a second.” He lifts the covers and slides inside the bed, shivering at the still-cold sheets. “Your drawings are just so good, baby, I thought they were pictures.”
“I get that a lot,” You say, rubbing your head against his arm. “You ready?”
“Ready Freddy.”
“Who’s Freddy?”
“I don’t know.” Jaehyun pauses to think. “Someone who’s ready, I guess. Go on, baby. Show me your dinos.”
“Okay!” You go through your pile of drawings and end up deciding on your most recent creation. “This one’s not finished, but it’s called a Liopleurodon. It existed in the Jurassic period. It was an apex predator—that means that no one could fight it and win! It just went chomp chomp and everybody died.”
“Oh, I see. It’s kind of like you, in a way.”
“What?!”
author's note ( pt 2 ) sorry for taking so long ! i have no excuse , just trying to deny the reality of valentine boy being gone . haven't been keeping up w nct lately bc of irl stuff + the boycott so if anyone has a google drive or anything like that for sm artists , pls lmk ! and as always , comments and constructive criticism are accepted and encouraged . just be nice or i will be finding your loved ones ' contact information and telling them you're CYBER BULLYING . hope everyone is having a good day and if not i hope it gets better !!
It had already been a rough morning. You had been woken up at 5 am this morning by a bad headache and a severe case of cramps, it took all your power just to turn over and reach your phone on a nearby table. You thought that today couldn't get any worse but when you went on a app to have some breakfast delivered it said your favorite place was currently out of the one thing you wanted, just great.
You were honestly already having a bad morning and just wanted to lay down and rest with your cartoons, however that thought would soon be interrupted as there was a knock at the door. You gathered all the strength you could as you went and opened the door to look up and see your caregiver Hobie.
“Hey there little rockstar, how ya doin?” he asked as he slowly walked inside. You hadn’t said anything before making grabby hands for him. “You doin alright, sweetheart?” he asked as he carefully picked you up and held you. “Shark week...” you whined as he gently swayed you in his arms.
“Aw, I'm sorry love” he said as he carried you with him into the kitchen
“Have you had breakfast yet?”
“No..” you say softly as you felt your tummy rumble
“Ok love what do you wanna have?”
“mm..pancakes” you say softly
“alright, anythin else?”
“apple an peanut butter..”
“Alright little one, ill turn on some cartoons for you while bubba cooks, is that alright? He asked
As you nodded softly again he walked you over to the living room as he got a pillow and gently laid you down, soon reaching over to grab a blanket and put it on you as he turned on one of your favorite shows, then walking to the kitchen to make you your breakfast.
Twenty minutes later hobie comes back with a plate of pancakes just the way you like them with a side of apples and peanut butter.
“Do you want a sippy or a bottle?” hobie asked as he walked over to the cabinet
“mmm.. Sippy pease”
“alright, and what do u want to drink?” he asked as he grabbed one of your sippy cups
“mmmm.. Strawbwerry milks pease”
“alright my little rockstar” he said as he made you your sippy and brought it over to you.
You smiled softly as you held the sippy cup in your lap as you started to eat your breakfast. Once you were done Hobie took your stuff to the sink and went back over to you “how are you feeling little one? Is there anything i can get you?” he asked. You thought about it as you nodded softly “warmy blanky and colors” you say. He smiled as he nodded and went and got you a heading pad and your coloring stuff.
He plugged the heating pad into the wall and went over to you as he gently put it on your tummy with a blanket over top and sat your coloring stuff down on your lap. “papa wan color wif mes?” you asked as he sat down beside you. “Sure kiddo” Hobie said as you handed him a coloring page from your coloring book
An hour passes by as you and Hobie finished coloring and were not watching a Disney movie while snuggling on the couch together. Hobie checked the time as he looked down at you “Hey sweetheart its naptime” he said. You pouted and shook your head no not wanting to stop watching your movie.
“Come on love we can finish the movie later, but a little one like you needs to get some rest” he says. And with that being said he paused the movie and gently picked you up and started to carry you back to your room. You whined in protest as he carried you and gently laid you down “Sweetheart do u want to wear a dip?” he asked. You nodded softly as he went and got you your favorite pare of jammys and changed u.
When he was finished he gently held u in your arms as he gently swayed and rocked you until you fell asleep. He laid u down as he gently put a stuffie in your arms as he covered u with a blanket to let u rest..
When u awoke up later he went and got you mcdonalds for dinner and the rest of the night you and him played games, watch movies, and he even showed u something new he learned to play on his guitar! He loved helping u when u were tiny, even if u didnt feel well he promised u he would always be there for you.
haihai :3 could u please do mayhaps a cg!steve harrington x little reader an mayhaps they the little is a bit cranky >:O and maybe just wants extra cuddles and extra baby time w cg stevieeeeeeeeeeee :D I love ur acc btw
YES I CANNN!!!
this request is the cutest thing ever i love it so much (coming from a girl that gets supper cranky when im regressed 🤭
Cg!Steve Harrington x little!reader
Summary: someones getting cranky and Stevie knows just how to help
Tags/warnings: Age regression, gender neutral reader, tooth rotting fluff from our favorite cg, spelling mistakes if you squint your eyes (theres always gonna be at least one i miss), reader being the most teeniest tinyest baby ever, reader being insecure but dw Steve is to the rescue!, no use of Y/N, ive never written for Steve before so let me know how i did!!
DNI IF NSFW
It wasn't an exaggeration that you were completely and utterly exhausted. Between classwork and picking up as many shifts as you could with your part time job, you were stacked with responsibilities and were constantly busy. Its not like you were doing it all alone though, you and Steve have both been working insanely hard. You both needed and deserved a nice break from the real world.
Your little space was just that, it was perfect for the both of you! You loved being taken care of and Steve loved having somebody to take care of, and he especially loved taking care of his sweet sweet baby.
The only issue however, was that you always had a problem verbalizing what it was you wanted. You knew that Steve loved being your caregiver and didn't mind your regression at all, intact he praised it any chance he could and was beyond supportive of everything, but you just couldn't shake the insecurities away sometimes no matter how hard you tried to.
You had spent all week without slipping into your little space, something that Steve noticed very quickly since you rarely ever go that long without regressing, even if its just for a hour or two. You wanted nothing more then to slip and be babied by your cg, but the insecurities in your head were too strong, and that made you want to slip even more.
Good thing for Steve though, he had an indescribable gift of reading you just like a book. He knew everything and anything about your regression, and he knew that the longer you stayed big, the smaller and smaller you would regress.
So when you came back home from an exhausting shift after your classes, he knew what you were doing.
You kicked off your shoes and flopped onto the couch with a small whine escaping your lips. You were so tired you didn't even see him walking over to the couch, taking a seat right by your feet, rubbing circles on your back.
"Hi baby." he cooed, "lets change you into some jamies and get you some food, how does that sound?"
The idea of being all cozied up in your favorite pjs sounded like a dream, but the thought of having to get up and actually change, you simply just didn't have the energy for that.
you wanted Steve to pick you up and carry you on his hip, change you into your jammies and give you a nice warm bottle of milk.
And Steve always knew what you wanted. Which made you want to stay big even more, but you were beginning to slip and you couldn't help it.
"No, not tiny." you pout, trying to prove your point.
"You mean this itty bitty baby right here, this little one isn't tiny hm?" he asked, tickling you slightly at your sides. "Seems pretty tiny to me."
You giggle and squirm, immediately making you slip completely into your little space.
"Cmere sweetheart, lets get you changed, your to tiny to wear your big clothes, i cant imagine thats comfy."
"Wanna be in my jammies." you nodded in agreement.
Steve got up from the couch, a confused look lacing his face when he turned to see you staring up at him with big doe eyes.
"You want me to carry you, dont you?" Steve asked, already knowing the answer to it.
"Yes please." you said shyly hiding your face.
He chuckles to himself as he put his arms under yours and hosting you up on his hip. "Good job with your manners hun, where did i get such a polite little one?"
God he loved to see you blush and hide in the crook of his neck.
After getting you into some comfy clothes and a snack in your stomach, he knew that you didnt even need a bottle to knock you out for the night. Would you still be asking for one, oh absolutely.
You began to kick your legs when he hovered you over the couch in an attempt to you you down.
"No dada! No couch!" You shook your head vigorously.
"Baby, I gotta put you down somewhere, dont you want something to eat?" Steve asked.
You let out a whine and buried your head back into the crook of Steves neck. All you wanted was to cuddle with your caregiver, you didn't want to think about what you wanted to eat, let alone have the energy to actually do it.
"Just wanna stay with you." you mumbled, your voice soft and muffled from Steves shoulder.
"Ok How about this," Steve began, holding your cheek with his free hand so that you could look at him. "What if i made you some nice *comfort food of choice* and then a bottle after, huh? How does that sound?" Steve suggested, he could tell you were tired and fussy and all down right exhausted. he couldn't imagine all the big feelings you were having right now in your little mindset.
He waiting until you slowly nodded in agreement before walking over to the kitchen, with you still on his hip of course. After the food and the bottle was done, he walked you over to the couch and placed you on his lap. He pulled a throw blanket over your back and made sure your stuffie was close to your side and put on cartoons on the TV. You didnt have to ask him what you wanted, he already knew how to treat his tiny tiny baby.
he blew on your food to make sure it wasnt too hot before holding it out to you on your baby spoon, encouraging you to eat it.
He knew that in such a little headspace the last thing you had was energy to feed yourself. He never minded helping out his baby.
"Its yummy isnt it?" He asked in between bites, never rushing you and letting you take your time with the dish.
You would nod along, clinging to Steves side feeling your hangry crankiness slowly go away.
You giggled when he licked his finger and whipped your checks clean. Your laugher to Steve was like an angle choir, he would do anything to hear that little laugh.
After you were done with your food, Steve had so hesitation feeding you your bottle next. You could feel your insecurities rise again at the though of Steve having to take care of you so much, making you cranky again.
You tried to grab the bottle from Steves hand before he tapped it away.
"Its ok baby, let dada give it to you." he reassured.
That one piece of reassurance was enough to get you back into your baby headspace as you nuzzled your head further into Steves chest with a smile.
Your bottle was quickly finished as Steve reassured you with sweet nothings throughout it. He grabbed your paci and held it out waiting for you to take it. You had no hesitation letting him place it in your mouth. He brought both arms around you now, bringing you into a big bear hug. He layed down on the couch with you on top and ran his hand through your hair.
"Sorry i was cranky today." You mumbled through your paci.
Steve looked down at you at your saddened state. He hated when you apologized for feeling your emotions.
"Hey baby, look at me." He said, bringing a hand to your cheek, brushing it slowly with his finger. "You never have to apologize for the way you feel. Its ok that your not happy and playful everyday. Every baby has their cranky days. And i will always be there to take care of you no mater if your happy or sad or cranky or tired. Im going to be there for you no matter what. Im always gonna be here for my little baby." He kissed the top of your head and tighten his grasp around you.
You nuzzled back into his chest with a soft smile on your lips.
You felt loved. You were loved. Everything was ok.
You both fell asleep holding each other on the couch, you woke up feeling cured of last nights big emotions with the help of your cg and your littlespace. And even if you woke up and you were still little, you didnt worry about being too much for Steve. You knew he would grab you a juice box, set you on the kitchen counter and make you breakfast as you watched.
You truly couldn't ask for a better dada.
But yet again, he couldn't ask for a better little one either.
♡: hii, hru? well if i can i would love request an agere!reader and drugdealer!theodore pls?, where the reader its getting bullied, and she hide it from theodore, but one day he see the reader getting hurted by her stalkers and he deffends her. and later he consolates her? ik its so cliche but i love that concept of being protected and recive care 😭 ty and sending a lot of love! <33 🎀🎀💗 (btw i used she/her pronouns cuz im a woman but its your choise if u want to use them or not!)
So do I girl. So do I.
Bullied~ dealer!theo x agere!reader
Your day was going good, you woke up extra early to get an extra hour for studying and felt as fresh as a daisy ever since Theodore gave you a new sleep schedule.
You turned around the corner as you walked down the hall everyone could’ve seen how afloat you looked if it weren’t empty due to how early it was.
You stopped in your tracks seeing your bully and their friends. “Well, well, well, m’ guessing your going to the kitchens for a bottle of milk?” They teased causing their friends to burst out in laughter. “No. Leave me alone” you said rather bravely though the clouds in your eyes looked as if you were about to cry.
“Careful now y/n. Just because you act like a baby doesn’t mean I’ll treat you like one.” They said in a calm voice sending shudders down your spine.
You continued walking not wanting to look them in the eyes. The confidence you had seconds ago quickly leaving your mind.“I better not see you alone next time y/n. Never know what someone would do to a little bitty thing like you.” You whimpered quietly reaching the end of the hall.
You knocked hesitantly on your lovers door. He perked up discarding the joints on his tray knowing it was you.
He opened the door with a soft smile but the smile soon fading once he saw a tear run down your cheek. “What’s wrong angel? Did somebody hurt you?” He asked worriedly pulling you in his private dorm by your arm and locking the door.
For a second you were going to tell him. About everything. But you remembered what they said they’d do if you told anyone.
“Nothing Theo just got a bad grade on my test.” You Lied trying to paste a small smile on your face. That time he brushed it off but the past few days you’ve haven’t slipped. Usually you slip very often, like a couple days which made him extra suspicious.
You stopped breathing feeling your heart sink down to your stomach. Your bully walking towards you with a pissed off look on their face. They pushed you against the wall causing you to yelp in pain.
Grabbing you by your collar as you head was pushed against the wall. “You fucking told on me didnt you?! That’s why that fucking boyfriend of yours keeps fucking watching me hm?!” They shouted as you began crying. “M’ didnt I swear!” They scoffed at you before taking their hands off you, as you curled in yourself hiding your face into your knees.
“Your pathetic.” With that insult they left you there. You stood up on shaky legs quickly grabbing your discarded school bag.
Theodore’s eyes widened his eyes darting across your face seeing your dried up tears and noticing your uneven breaths. “It’s okay it’s okay” he whispered into your ear before grabbing your hand.
Once you calmed down and explained everything your breath hitched seeing the uneven and short breaths coming out his nose.
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Next day after Theodore hid in the halls during classes wanting to catch the person that’s been fucking with you.
And he did.
Giving them a good punch which brang them to the floor. A few minutes later they were on the floor with a broken nose, swollen eyes, and a possible cracked rib with blood spilling out their mouth.
Theodor gathered his things, wiping the blood from his mouth and leaving them there in their own tears.
He silently opened the door knowing you were on the other side of it taking a nap. He tiptoed to the dresser putting his uniform away and softly climbing into bed with you.
The presence behind you made you roll yourself tighter into the covers. “Theo?” You asked curiously making him smile as your rubbed your eyes tiredly. “It’s me princess, go back to sleep” he reassured you, pulling your waist closer to his.
reader coming getting trapped in the hospital, being so lost and scared. you regress because youre so scared and cant help it. eddie finds you and seeing you curled up on the floor, sucking your thumb and teary eyed, his poor heart can’t take it. he approaches you and coaxes you gently to come to him. he takes your hand and leads you to a safe room. he manages to find you a blankie. i imagine he even goes through the effort of making a stuffed animal for you. there’s not a lot of supplies in murkoff for a little one, but eddie tries to make do with what he’s got.
