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Hi.

Welcome to The Pitt Littles. A place for me to reblog agere the Pitt stuff and maybe post some of my own, once I think of some ideas.

Some things about me: I’m in my 20s, very autistic, like the Pitt (if that wasn’t obvious) and use He/Him pronouns. I don’t know what else to say. I never know what to put in introductions.

Bye.

*finishes the finale*

*sighs*

*opens up a new document to write self indulgent age regression fanfics*

#the pitt agere

headstone-thoughts

CG!Dennis Whitaker x AR!M!Reader

Notes: This isnt sexual, pure fluff cause Denny would be an amazing Care Giver to his partner

Word count: 789

Dennis was still very new to being a CG, but oddly he found it fulfilling for you and his relationship. You weren't always His Tiny, obviously, but whenever you were Dennis was happy to know you trusted him enough to be this vulnerable. When he gets home from work, he's automatically greeted with the site of you in one of his hoodies and boxers, coloring on the coffee table while Bluey was on the TV. "Hi, babyboy. You coloring?" Dennis gets his work shoes off before he's sitting on the floor beside you. "Was today hard, Tiny? Need anything?" "Today sucked. No, papa, Don't need any'fin. M'good." You mumble, coloring in an LPS coloring book. "Well, I'm gonna go make us some dinner. Would you like nuggies and mac&cheese, or are we feeling a homemade pizza, baby?" "Oh oh! Pizza!" You were already up and following him to the kitchen. Dennis chuckled softly when you perked up, already padding after him like a shadow. "Pizza it is,” he said, glancing over his shoulder just to make sure you were still there. You were—hovering close, sleeve covering your hands, eyes a little brighter now. He r eached out, gently tugging your sleeve up just enough to lace his fingers with yours. “You gonna be my little helper, or you just here for moral support?” “Helper,” you said quickly, even if you didn’t sound entirely sure.

“Helper,” he echoed, nodding like that was the most important job in the world. “Alright. First task—stand right there.” He pointed to a safe spot by the counter. “No touching the oven. It bites.” "Papa, it bite?" You gasped a little, eyes wide. “Mmhm. Very rude appliance,” Dennis said seriously, already pulling ingredients out. “But it listens to me, so you’re safe.” his words draw a giggle out from you, a sound he always loves to hear. “Can you grab me the cheese?” he asked after a moment, keeping his tone calm and steady. You hesitated, looking at the fridge like it was a big task, really debating if you'd actually help or be his shadow. Dennis didn’t rush you, just leaned back against the counter, waiting. After a second, you shuffled over, opening it and grabbing the bag with both hands. “Good job, babyboy,” he murmured as you handed it over, brushing his fingers against yours for a second longer than needed. “You’re doing so good.” "M'good?" "Very good. The bestest boy."

The kitchen filled with quiet sounds—dough being rolled out, the hum of the oven, the soft cartoon voices from the TV in the other room. You stayed close the whole time, occasionally leaning into his side, occasionally just watching. As you both waited for the pizza to finish, you leaned heavier into his back. "Tired, hun?" Dennis asked, eyes on some random video on his phone. "A little." you responded, words sounding more adult. “Yeah?” he said softly. “That’s okay. You did a lot today.” Dennis didn't have to know what happened, you said it had sucked and that was all he needed to know. “You did really good helping. I'm very proud of you." the praise rolled over you, soothing a deep ache. “…‘m not that little,” you said after a moment, voice small but different. The shift back to your normal headspace. Dennis didn’t react abruptly. He just nodded, still holding you the same way. “I know you’re not.” You leaned back just enough to look at him, blinking a little like you were coming back into yourself as he faced you, his hands coming to your hips, thumbs rubbing the skin above your boxer band. "I'm sorry, I got home and I don't know what came over me. Today was ha-" “Hey.” His tone was gentle but firm as he cut you off. “No apologizing for that. You’re allowed to have rough days. You’re allowed to need me.” The reassurance and the look in his eyes comforted you more than he'd ever know. Dennis brushed his thumb under your eye—not that you were crying, just… checking. “You back with me?” “Yeah,” you said, more clearly this time. “I am.”

He smiled, softer now, adjusting with you instead of pulling away. “Okay. Then you can help me decide something important.”"And that is?" you smiled, loving the little bit of mischief in his eyes. He leaned in a little, lowering his voice like it was a secret. “Do we still want pizza… or are we stealing cookies while it bakes?” You huffed a quiet laugh, "Hell yes we're stealing cookies." “That’s my boy,” he said warmly, nudging you toward the counter. “Grab the cookies.” Just like that, the day was better than it had started.

antsfarms

caregiver jack abbot who coos at you when you shuffle into the living room with dried drool crusted by your lips and a blanket clutched in your fist. the arm not preoccupied with the book perched in his lap lifts almost as if on instinct, allowing you space to settle directly against his side.

“there’s my sleepyhead,” he teases lightheartedly, leaning in to kiss the top of your head despite the way his readers slip down the bridge of his nose. his tone earns a playfully fussy whine in reply although you’ve only half processed the words leaving his mouth.

water still clings to the silver curls plastered to jack’s forehead and the smell of his soap is a familiar comfort that tells you that he’s there without you really having to look at him. curled up beside him you feel smaller than ever, enveloped by the warmth of jack’s presence— the kind that lures you further away from the noisy part of your head.

your hand tangles loosely into the fabric of his black t shirt, face nudging further into the hideaway you’ve made for yourself. jack’s chest rumbles faintly from his own soft chatter, already quietly reading the lines from whatever novel he’d picked up to calm himself after a shift at the hospital.

he only pauses occasionally to respond with an occasional “mhmm” and “yeah, s’that right?” when you manage to sleepily interject with an intelligible noise.

(or alternatively.. caregiver jack with little koala reader who can’t help but cling to him whenever possible)

Spoilers for 2x10

Dr Abbot, can you please come pick up your kid? He is being mean to your other children. He clearly needs a nap or three with the way he is behaving. At least put him in a timeout for his actions.

#the pitt agere

I feel like Robby’s issues would be solved with a night in with his caregiver Dr Abbot and a nice sippy cup of milk. No sabbatical needed. Just some age regression.

#the pitt agere

arseenixx

Jack and his Bunny <3

little-mouse-dennis

Nobody really knows anything about Dennis’s home life, but they always dread when he drops little bits of lore about himself cause it’s always sad, even if he doesn’t think it is

“Sometimes my parents wouldn’t feed me. Whether it was punishment, my brothers stole my portion, or they just forgot. So, I’d just eat the horse feed.” Dennis blurted out as he was looking over a chart. “It’s actually not as bad as you think. I mostly ate the old oats, though.”

And everyone is just looking at him in horror

Robby steals him from Santos, takes him home, and wraps him up in his blanket. Then he makes a gourmet dinner and hand-feeds Dennis himself

Dennis has an inkling that his childhood wasn't exactly that good by normal standards, but he's still confused and a little put off by everyone's shock

The good part is that he finally got a boyfriend after sharing little snippets of his childhood. Robby refused to hide his feelings any longer

sammyslittlecorner

Any cg Robby or cg Jack hcs? :D

Caregiver!Robby Robinavitch headcanons💙

Robby doesn’t know much about age regression at first, he just follows his little’s lead and does what feels right. Eventually, he looks it up online, reads articles and bookmarks pages and guides so he can understand better.

He always loved taking care of kids and babies, so caregiving comes naturally to him. He’s very patient and attentive, always making sure his little feels loved and safe.

Nothing makes him more emotional than being called familial names like 'Dada' or 'Daddy.' He cherishes those titles.

Will blow raspberries on his little’s tummy to make them laugh.

Physical affection is how Robby shows love best. He’s big on cuddles, rubbing backs, petting his little’s head…etc

He never yells or reprimands, no matter how frustrated he might be. If his little really messes up, he might put them in timeout, but he’ll give it up almost immediately and tell them they’re forgiven.

His hoodies/sweaters/t-shirts are basically communal property. He gives them to his little with no hesitation. Seeing them wrapped up in his clothes makes him feel proud.

He will unironically watch Bluey with his little, and later recommend it to other adults/parents.

Caregiver!Jack Abbot Headcanons🤍

Jack has his own struggles, but being a caregiver helps him stay grounded. Routines, meals, and bedtime allows him to feel more in control. Helping his little feel okay helps him feel okay too.

He’s great with energetic littles! He runs around with them, makes blanket forts, and turns pretend games into big adventures. He tires his little out so they’re calmer before bedtime.

He’s very playful. Picks his little up, spins them around, makes silly faces, and chases them. He likes tickling and roughhousing, but always stops when he’s asked to.

He calls his little “buddy” a lot, or “little soldier” when they’re being brave or stubborn in a good way.

Can’t resist buying lots of toys and plushies. He’s bad at walking past toy stores without stopping, especially when he sees something that reminds him of his little.

Enjoys watching older nostalgic movies together with his little, and sharing things from his childhood with them.

Sings lullabies and old songs to help his little calm down/sleep. His voice is comforting, even if his singing is not perfect.

I can’t stop thinking about Caregiver Jack Abbot. He consumes my every waking thought. I just know he would be an awesome caregiver. No one can convince me otherwise.

#the pitt agere #caregiver jack abbot

CG!Robby & Reg!Dennis & CG!Jack Mood Board

This is my first time making one of these so hopefully it looks okay. Some headcanons below the line

#the pitt agere #agere moodboard #Agere Dennis Whitaker #caregiver Robby #caregiver Jake abbot #sfw agere #sfw age regression #thepittlittles🩺

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(🩺) cg!jesse van horn moodboard .

requested by @houndedbatpup :) | — hope you enjoy, ty for the kind request!! :)

em0goose

My suggestion of the day is age regressor Jack Abbot with phantom pain. Something about him being all sniffly all day on his day off because it hurts but he thinks he has to power through it and not rest