okok i know i told u to go on a break and im sorry for requesting oso much for fucks sake it must be annoying lmao
but what do u think roomie/joel would be like with an s/o that has littlespace/sfw agere? :)
No worries dear! I have no problem writing a set of headcanons or a quick drabble, I just hope you don't mind the short format 🤗
I hadn't been introduced to this concept before actually so I had to look it up, therefore if I've gotten anything incorrectly in the headcanons below, I'm so sorry. Feel free to correct me and enjoy 💕
Pairing: Roomie (Joel) x Reader (Gender Neutral)
Warnings: None?
Genre: Fluff, Comfort Fluff, RPF (Real Person Fic)
Littlespace is a mindset a person settles in only when they feel 100% comfortable with/around a person or in a certain environment
That in and of itself speaks volumes of your connection with Joel
There’s an unmeasurable amount of trust that your relationship is built upon, the thought of which warms you up like a cozy, fuzzy blanket
Speaking of...
When entering your littlespace mindset, you are 100% comfortable in your surroundings and with the person/people around you
That, however, doesn’t mean Joel won’t go that extra mile to make you feel as safe and loved as he can
Expect being doted on, showered with praise and compliments reaching to you from the bottom of his heart
That accompanied with the sweetest cuddles and the gentlest comforting touches, is your safe haven, one you’re so incredibly grateful to have
So midterms are finally over and I could not be more excited! I’ve had a ton of help and encouragement with the littlespace fic I posted about a while back, and I’d like to send a special shout-out to @teacupswithteapots , @honeyjoonieee , @sneezyminniejo , @thatoneemokpop-02 , @bt20-whump and @ggukie91 for all the encouragement and ideas!
This is currently my thought process for the fic, so I’m sort of drafting here and things are up for a little change if I start typing and then think of something else lol. But, without further ado, here are some things to look forward to!
TW: Scat, Emeto, Food, Littlespace
1. Caregivers- Jin, Jungkook, Hoseok
2. Littles- Namjoon, Yoongi, Jimin, Taehyung (although he’s more of a switch!)
3. Stomach bug (that might reach the caregivers as well maybeeee)
4. Some scenes to wait up for: Jungkook singing Jimin to sleep, Namjoon crying over being out of blue straws, Yoongi building a blanket fort to (unsuccessfully) protect himself from the tummy bug...
5. “Daddy?” Namjoon’s voice was small and scared. He poked Jin’s shoulder, waking him up from his sleep. “What’s up bubs?” Jin rubbed his eyes trying to register what planet he was on. “Fweel baddie... tink sickie. Do I look like sickie?” Namjoon’s Winnie The Pooh blanket trailed behind him.
#chire & #chireg = our general tags standing for child regression
#chireb = self descriptor for child regressors / members of chire
#chirepet = our pet regression tag
#chidre & #childreaming = our age dreaming tags
Attention: chire has never claimed tags such as #chilre, #childre #child regression or #sfw chire. We ask that you don't use the later at all, as it implies there's a ns'fw version of chire, which isn't the case. Feel free to use the others (as far as we know they are not associated with any community) but exercise caution when it comes to reblogging from them without checking OPs blog first.
Terms:
- instead of "little.age" you can use terms like regressed age, regression age, chire age, small/smol age, tiny age etc
- instead of calling your regression "little.space" you can call it tiny time, kiddo/baby time, etc. Some communities might have created their own terms for this as well
- caregiver is heavily used in cg.lre and cg.l, however we know it's also often used by disabled people similarly to caretaker, so this term is generally accepted (again). Alternatives for those that are uncomfortable with the overlap are carer, caretaker, and any parental names
- instead of ki.nk terms like switch, you can say you're both a carer (etc) and regressor.
summary: chris takes his anger out on the wrong person.
warnings: angst, fluff, DDLG relationship.
a/n: hope you enjoy!
you sniffled one last time, clicking submit on the assignment, before slamming your laptop closed and pushing it away from you.
you wiped your eyes and sighed in relief. the last assignment had really frustrated you, and you were glad that it was over. it was hard enough fighting your little headspace while trying to do classes, but trying to do an assignment was even harder. Chris was usually right there with you while you did your schoolwork, as it was hard for you to keep up with what the teacher was saying while little, especially as the end of the year and graduation grew nearer.
when it came to assignments whenever you were little, Chris would type it up for you, while you told him what to write. you had gotten permission from your professors to do this, and in the end, it made school work just a little more tolerable.
you took a deep breath, allowing yourself to slip into your little space and grabbed your favourite fluffy blanket and stuffy wrapped the blanket around yourself and headed downstairs, in search of your Daddy.
you passed the kitchen where Scott was making dinner, and gave him a wave before walking into the living room where Chris was typing on his laptop.
you tapped on his shoulder to get his attention, but jumped back when he turned around and yelled at you.
“FOR GOD SAKES STOP!” he screamed, and your eyes filled with tears, both from the fright and the fact he was angry with you for seemingly no reason.
his eyes widened when he realized you weren’t Scott, and he reached out towards you, but you took off running in the opposite direction, sobs falling from your lips.
he heard his bedroom door slam, and headed to his bedroom, ignoring the shouts from Scott about how he was an asshole.
“yeah i know, no need to remind me!” he shouted back at his brother, and opened his bedroom door. he followed the sound of your sobs through the bedroom and into the bathroom. he found the door unlocked, and he walked in. his heart broke when he saw you.
you had opened the linen closet and climbed in the bottom where there was a good 2 metres (height and length wise) of unused space underneath. you always went there when you were upset or needed to be alone, so Chris put some pillows, a rug, some faerie lights, and even a curtain up to shield you from the rest of the world. behind the first stack of towels on the first shelf above you was where Chris and you kept the majority of your little things, other than your clothes, which were put in the closet, as no one else except Chris, Scott and your academic advisor knew you were a little, and you'd like to keep it that way.
Chris sat down on the bathroom floor and sighed. “i’m sorry baby girl.” he said, but your sobs only increased.
"jus' wanna hug," you wailed, and Chris swore, his head falling back against the cabinets. "was havin' bad day, and jus' needed a hug! didn' mean ta make you mad!"
"I am so sorry baby. Scott was annoying me earlier and I was at the end of my rope with him, and I thought you were him so I yelled." he explained, playing with his hands.
"didn't mean you hadda yell!" you sobbed, and Chris nodded in agreement.
"you're absolutely right. I didn't have to yell. I'm so sorry that I did, but if you come out I can make you feel better," he offered, and at first there was no movement. a few seconds pass, then there was a sniffle, followed by movement.
you came out of the closet, and Chris could have burst into tears when he saw you bundled up in your blanket, your stuffy secure under your arm, your hair tousled, and tears still streaming down your face. "come here, angel." Chris said, and lifted you into his lap.
he gently rocked you back and forth while running his hands up and down your back to soothe you. "what's going on? why were you having a bad day?" he asked in his soothing voice that he reserved for moments like this.
you snuffled, and coughed, but answered. "schools too hard. can' do it without you." you said, and Chris sighed.
"I know that school is hard, but you're so so close to graduating. once you do, you don't have to worry about it anymore. I know I usually sit with you and do it, so I'm sorry that I wasn't there today. I thought you were big enough to do it alone, but you weren't, and that's okay. you know that, right?" he asked, and you nodded.
"good." he said, and checked his watch. "well, it's almost nap time, so why don't we go and get your snack from Uncle Scott and then go and lay down together?" Chris asked as he stood up.
you nodded, and he picked you up, your head coming to rest on your shoulder. "okay." you said. "watch a movie after?" you asked, and Chris chuckled.
"of course we can. my smart girl deserves a break!"
☼ 𝔞/𝔫: thank you for the request and i hope you enjoy!
Bucky was laying on your chest, one hand fisted in your sweater, and other holding a slice of cheese pizza with little to no pizza sauce. when he was big, he loved meatlovers, but his stomach when he was little was much more sensitive to certain foods, so only cheese it was.
he giggled ever so often, watching Moana fight with Maui about wether or not to go and fight Te Ka. he popped the last bit of pizza in his mouth, and continued to watch the movie.
As Moana, Maui, and Heihei approached Te Fiti, Bucky began to squirm, and whimper.
"what's wrong, bubba?" you asked, and he whimpered louder. he rubbed his thighs together, and you smiled. "did you go potty?" you asked, and he nodded. "okay, lay back and let me change you." you asked. he complied immediately.
you undid the wet diaper, and discarded of it. you returned to your boy, and wiped him down, before securing a dry diaper around his waist. he shook his head as you went to grab his pants, so you leant back against the couch as he resumed his earlier position. his hand reached out for another slice of pizza, and his attention turned back to Moana, as they were fighting Te Ka for the first time.
you glanced down a few minutes later, and saw his hand holding onto the pizza slice for dear life. you tilted his head slightly, and awed when you saw Bucky fast asleep. you wiped some pizza grease from the side of his mouth before grabbing his paci from the table and slipping it in between his lips.
you pried the half eaten slice of pizza from his hands, and turned back to the TV, becoming invested in the fight between Moana and Maui after Maui's hook cracked from Te Ka.
What about taking little!cevans to the store and him getting scared/anxious about people staring at you both? Or little!cevans getting worried about a flight when there's particularly bad turbulance?
with the store i think he'd be more nervous about people coming up to him and him having to talk like a big boy. you'd reassure him lots, and promise to buy him starburst jellybeans, and he'd finally agree to go, but only if he can wear a disguise. he'd wear a hat and sunglasses, a big sweater to hide his muscles, and the mask would help further hide his identity.
he wouldn't know it, but you had snuck on to his social media, and made a post saying he was having a rough day, and that if anyone saw them out and about, to just leave them be in the nicest way possible.
as for the plane, he'd slip even further into his head space, wanting to crawl into your lap and hide. you'd hold his head on your chest, encouraging him to breath and reminding him he's mama's good little boy, and eventually he falls asleep for the rest of the flight.
i am not happy with what i came home to. i am currently sitting on the couch with a crying little one, a little one who just stopped fighting against me as she felt stupid and ashamed and wanted to throw her little things away.
a bigger post will come later, but i want to focus fully on her, and on our daughter.
